Oh dear! is really all there is to say right now.

Sure, it's where I'm headed, and I'll get there, but I'd like to do it in my own time, thank you.

I haven't done a numbers post in a while, but I'm almost tempted to do a letter post instead this time. So maybe in awhile, after I've gotten back from Arizona, and written about how that will have inevitably changed my life...again...I will do the letters post.

As it is, at the moment, I really really really hate the snow. Especially the blizzard currently in Denver.

And oh yeah, while this may have sounded kind of depressing, I don't think I've been this happy in quite a while.

I think I'm going to take Gender and Sexuality in International Literature this summer. It's only like six weeks long, but it is six hours a week, and rather intensive based on both its short length and its high level. It's a 5000 level class, and is cross listed in the English department. But I can do it. Yes I can. And I really need this class to graduate. I really really do.
Now I just have to save up the money for it. Oh, and it also doesn't conflict with any of my current summer plans. Doubly yay.

Here we are again, because the end is the beginning of the next step to take in life. But I'm so done with death and dying. And isn't that the truth. Between cancer and AIDS I've lost too many people already, I don't think I can lose anyone else. Also, I'm running out of people to lose. I have gone to at least one funeral a year since my godfather died in the fifth grade. I can only wonder who it will be this year. I wonder also how immoral/amoral of me it is to pray that if God is going to take yet another person from me, that I want it to be my sister, because I never want her to have to face the real world and realize that there are bad people in the world, and that there is injustice and oppression, even in her ever-beloved U.S. of A. Also, I'm not so sure I could handle losing Grandmother yet. Give me a few more years. Actually, she promised me she'd live to 103, and I fully plan to hold her to that. Of course, my grandfather promised me my high school graduation, and didn't make it that far. Though I suppose as it is the only promise he ever broke, I can't complain too much. He said he would take care of grandmother forever, and from what I can see, he didn't let a little thing like his death get in the way of that. He still wakes her up in the middle of the night if she forgets to lock the door, or leaves the stove on.