Just checked my Math Exam grade and I got an A. Yes! Considering how much it’s been a pain in the ass for me, this is a big deal.

I apologize if this is repeat for some, but I posted it in a forum and realized it was just what I wanted to say here.

Many things have happened the past couple weeks, but most importantly, I’ve had my Eureka! moment.

I was mapping out generations of genetic history and all of a sudden it clicked with me…I knew why my daughter didn’t have the syndrome that everyone in my family had, and it made SENSE. I fell in love with genetics right then and there, and I knew that’s what I wanted to learn and utilize in my life.

For nearly two years I’ve been plugging away at school, complaining, whining, and hating classes. Then, for some odd reason I enrolled in Physical Anthropology and my whole perspective has changed. I’ve gone from persuing my Multimedia degree, switched to General Ed in preparation of transfering into Marketing/Advertising at a university, and have once again changed my mind. Anthropology it is, and even though it’s going to take me one more year to prepare for my transfer to UCR, I am unbelievably excited.

All this time I’ve been going into design, advertising, but only because it’s what I know. I never considering anything else! I can’t even begin to describe how excited I was the past couple weeks once it clicked in my head that “this is what I want to do”. I am fascinated with physical anthropology and hope to specialize in genetics or osteology (study of bones). I have even read my textbook all the way until the last page, appendixes and definitions.

John has reassured me that many people change their majors multiple times, and my professor reminded me he was a theater major until he discovered osteology. So, I know I can do this, and I know I can be successfful. I just feel weird, almost 27 and finally figuring out “what I want to be when I grow up”.

I have a Math exam at 10AM and I’m still awake. Sure would be nice if I could get some regulation here.

I received a packet from Medi-cal today, so once again I’ll apply and once again they’ll probably deny me for some unknown reason. Sorry, guess I’m not poor enough. Ugh. I just need enough coverage so I can find a regular Shrinko to get this woman on a non-rapid-cycling path-o-life. All my calls to the research centers prove I’m just a tad behind. I’ve heard “oh, we just filled that study, but call back in a couple months” way too many times lately.

Stupid arthritis, acting up again, thanks to the interesting spike in temperature today (the one day I wear pants and a long sleeve shirt and it hit 83).

Mm, okay, time to go take the eyes out and attempt to sleep.

btw, I’ve read everyone’s comments, I just barely have the mindset to reply without sounding like an idiot, so I’ve refrained lately. In time.

This picture of Ash, taken on the way home from getting her haircut, is such an inaccurate portrayal of her. She may look sweet and innocent, but we all know how two-year olds are in reality. I love the picture, but I know better.

I’ve added a handful of pictures for January, but we didn’t take too many last month.

Also, I’ve made a design update to Nifty Scrappin’ and added quite a few layouts I’ve done lately. Scrapbooking seems to be the only avenue these days to keep me from screaming at the world. And I’m having fun, too, so nothing wrong with that. If you look closely, you’ll see awful pictures of me when I wore dorky brown glasses and had big frizzy hair (what I was thinking when I had a spiral perm I’ll never know).

I’m extremely exhausted, worn out from a day with a cranky, snot blowing toddler who just discovered popcorn kernels fit up her nose and those damn lingering images I mentioned earlier. I should probably go crash as I’m writing of this, but I’m not so sure I’m ready.

I have a tendency to finish dreams later on. Yeah, I’ll wake up, fall back asleep and continue them, but I also do it hours later. It’s a bit freaky, but apparently my brain feels the need to finish the stories.

It’s been years since I’ve felt as I did in my nightmare and all day today. I was pretty much in a fog and unable to concentrate. God, I can remember and feel the nightmare at this moment. I hate this shit. It’s not even real and I’m afraid. Not good.

Maybe I’m so worn out I’ll just crash and not remember anything. It’s worth a shot…

I had an awful nightmare this morning before waking and I am having a difficult time shaking it. It was far more disturbing and more realistic than I’ve experienced.

I know there are reasons why I can’t just forget it, but sheesh, I wish I’d experience such realism during my other dreams.

Okay, I’d like to know why I was able to write up a four page paper on the aphorism “when life gives you lemons, make lemonade”, yet just last week I FREAKED the hell out over a rewrite of a paragraph. Lordy, I sure wish I knew what the hell was going on.

Consisency apparently doesn’t exist in my life.

I have an Anthropology quiz tomorrow and I’m not even concerned. I’ve been paying absolute attention to my professor, love the material and can not wait to learn more. DNA, RNA, all that good stuff…oh yes, bring it on.

Math, on the other hand, is still kicking my ass. As much as I hated to, I actually started doing the homework assignments, even though they’re not required. Anything to get the damn stuff down, sheesh.

Now, off to hopefully konk out and possibly have another dream like the one I had last night. Nothing wrong with dreaming about going to a porn convention and running into Mikey. Heh.