Would you like a side of linoleum with that?

Tuesday marked the beggining of my semester. I'm thrilled to see that I have Barbara Kanapelle as my teacher again. I told myself that no matter who I had it would be okay because different teachers just mean that I learn more about the language and different people's use of it- but I'm still glad to have her. I was also nervous that I'd lost some skills over the summer, but am releived to say that I understood almost everything she signed to the class. Seems like a perfect day, right? Easy job, fun class- life is good... oh, but there's more, upon arriving home I found my Mother standing at the kitchen sink nearly in tears. It's then that I glance around and find that my fantastic puppy somehow managed to move our stove away from the wall and tear up a 4x4 foot square of linoleum from our kitchen. 2 things plauge me about this- the first is that fact that my dog is really really bad and I will, make no mistake, hear about this for the rest of my natural born life and then some. The second is- HOW!?!?!?! This is not a Mastiff we're talking about. This is not a Great Dane. This is Ginger. (Why did that come off sounding like an ad campaign?) I'm not sure what to do about her. She's left outside, she gets off her runner and gets picked up by the pound, we leave her in the garage she eats through wires and walls and doors, we leave her in the house and it gets destroyed, too. Someone PLEASE help. Do I have a Satan dog, or is this just the way puppies are? any comments from anyone in the world would be helpful, please!

I am so frustrated. I can't register for classes. I can't get myself calmed down about this weekend. I can't move, and it mean this is a million different ways.

arg.

I've been at work for 3 1/2 hours and I have gotten nothing done because our computer systems are down. Just thought I'd let the world know.

everything

I always start these by saying "Wow! It's been forever since I've posted!" so there it is. It's been forever. I hope that at least one person out there clicks my link sometime in the near future and is genuinely excited at the prospect of reading words written by moi. But that is doubtful. I quit starbucks. Yes, really. It was getting so bad there. I'm not going to slander anyone, but suffice it to say that the management is absolutely hideous... and this is coming from someone who's worked for some pretty nasty starbucks managers. But that's all I'm going to say. I've spent most of my summer working for a special needs day camp out of Lake Waterford in Severna park, MD. I wouldn't trade my stressful, underpaid time there for anything. maybe if I can figure out how I'll get some pictures from my phone on here and show you some of my favorite (I know I shouldn't have favorites) campers. I really want to write about a million short stories about this summer. I'm also working for Toyota at night- which is either good or awful depending on how I'm feeling from minute to minute- but I hope to quit soon to find something better. I recently turned 22 and am absolutely going through a weird mental 1/4 life crisis. In general I'm feeling good, though. I registered for one class today even though I can't afford even that one because I really feel like not taking classes this semster will literally stomp me down into the deepest depression imaginable. So yeah, that's a very quick recap of my summer. Busy busy busy!