But whatever. His puppy is going to be stupid. My parents brought Pegasus down to see me today. He is so damn cute. My cats were ridiculously freaked out by him, and he peed in my apartment twice, but overall he was good. He knows how to sit and I started him on lay down. I couldn’t walk him too much on the leash because he hasn’t had all his shots yet so he can’t walk around too much, but the bit that I did he was pretty good on it. It’s funny how he plays fetch, he stalks his ball like a cat, then makes sure it isn’t moving and pounces it. Bit of a pig though, and he took his bowl, dumped all the food out then took it elsewhere and started chewing on it. And his face. If he keeps that face, those eyes, even when he gets older I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get angry at him. I went and bought his ID tag and collar today, he looks so cute in it.

And he’s way prettier than my brother’s puppy. His looks all rottie, although it’s a bit fluffier like Pegasus. He doesn’t have that beautiful blue merle coloring like my boy, and he’s not going to be nearly as big (he went for his first shots today and the vet said he’s going to be bigger than his other brother who also came in today), nor as well trained as my boy. Whatever, I’m still seriously pissed. I wish I could live a carefree life like my asshole brother, but I can’t. I have to be responsible. I have to think before I do anything, I have to plan things out, I have to think of the consequences of my actions.

On another note, I got my term paper for my food bio class back today. I busted my ass on that thing, and it all paid off, I got a perfect grade. The professor actually said that mine was one of the better papers. My asshole brother has never done anything but half ass everything his entire life. That’s probably why he dropped out of community college after one year.

I can’t stop being pissed. I don’t have time to be pissed, I have finals starting Friday. So damn close to graduation. I guess that will take my mind off of how pissed I am. Actually, I’m completely sure it will. I’ve always told my parents that they didn’t need to come to my graduation, it’s not a big deal for them, but it is for me.

So I enjoy perusing through shelter sites to see what kind of dogs they have. I know I can’t really afford it right now, but I liked looking for the future. Well, this past week I was looking in the humane society page and there he was. Possibly the most perfect dog for me without being my perfect dog. His name was Pegasus, and he was an Australian Shepherd (my dream dog) and Rottie mix. His face looked mostly Rottie, but he had a blue stripe in the middle of his face, and his body looked like a blue merle Aussie, and he’s fluffy like an Aussie. I sent a picture to my mom and grandma, because I thought he was so cute. Well, turns out my mom found my graduation present. The next day she sends me a picture of her holding him. She adopted him for me, she got me a fucking puppy for my graduation present! I still have a few more weeks until I move back up there so I haven’t seen him yet, but my parents are bringing him down after he gets his shots on Tuesday. He and his siblings got taken quickly, when she went to get him one of his brothers was being looked at, and his only sister got taken that day too within two days of being there. He had barely been neutered and hadn’t got a chance to get his first vaccinations, so they have to carry him everywhere for now. I checked the page again today and his last two brothers were taken. They were all cute, but he was so unique looking.

I asked my mom if it was really okay because I wouldn’t be able to help out too much with him financially until I get a job, which hopefully will be soon. But she said it was her decision to get him for me and she knew I would take care of him, which obviously I will.

Then we get to my brother. My fucking brother. I silently laugh because I know he’ll be stuck as he is for the rest of his life, working in fast food, although not living with my parents now. Why? Because apparently he was jealous that my parents got me a puppy, so he and his girlfriend who he moved in to the house in like August or September went and adopted a dog, a 2 year old coonhound who is super hyper. My parents were really angry and he told them that it would only be for a month, because apparently they’re getting an apartment. Hah, good luck with that. He’s only 20 but his credit sucks ass, because he sucks at managing money. He had his first bank account closed on him because he kept overdrawing. He was always late on credit card payments, and he defaulted on his student loans, which wasn’t even 2k. Not to mention that money he stole from me last year (for which he should be in jail. I think everyone would be happier if he was). I doubt his girlfriend, who he hasn’t been with for even a year, has that great of credit. They both just blow their money left and right. His room looks like a damn game room, with multiple consoles and a ridiculous sound system. But back to the dog. I guess my parents hear nothing but him and his girlfriend telling it to be quiet or trying to calm down, and last night they let it out of the room because it was tearing stuff apart. And today it was overstimulating poor Pegasus and wouldn’t leave him alone. When his girlfriend finally took it back in the room my poor puppy was able to sleep. My mom said that they bought it a kennel, but it’s WAY too small, dog can’t even stand up in it. My brother the cheapskate when it comes to anything that isn’t for him or his girlfriend probably bought the cheapest one he could get. And the thing is that he already had a dog, which pisses me off more. He begged my parents to let him get Zoe when he was in high school and they let him have her. Well, just like my cousin and her dog, he had the honeymoon period when she was a puppy puppy, and then she grew up and he ignored her. That was actually his reasoning for getting a hyper active dog that’s already been turned in twice, because Zoe isn’t really his dog anymore. That was HIS damn fault, nobody else. HE chose to ignore her. She’s barely ever allowed in his room because his girlfriend gets jealous. When he gets back from work he just walks right past her even though she greets him, goes into his room and closes the door. He also has a cat, but he never pays any attention to her either.

I have two cats that have been living with me in my apartment for three years. I take care of them. I keep to their feeding schedule, I clean their litter, I play with them and get forced to lay on the couch for hours at a time because they want to take a nap on me. I’m more than willing to do take care of my puppy. I’m ready to train him to be well behaved, to walk him as much as need be since Aussie’s are an energetic breed, to clean up after him, and when I get a job to pay for what he needs.

Funny thing about him. He’s pretty smart I guess, because he’s only had to accidents inside and usually goes to the door and whimpers when he needs to go to the bathroom. But I heard from my mom that the first night he followed Zoe into my brother’s room and peed and shit in there. Good, he didn’t need to be in there anyway. It’s only a matter of time until my brother and his girlfriend get sick of the dog, but they won’t be pawning it off on my parents, or so my mother says. My dad gave them 30 days to either get rid of the dog or move out. I don’t think he should have the right to say that because he’s been unemployed for ages and isn’t paying for anything in the house, but I’ve been saying they need to move out. Supposedly she moved in there because (not sure if I mentioned this before?) her mother disowned her for moving into a dorm for college, and then she couldn’t stay at the dorm because her roommate wasn’t there very often and she couldn’t sleep in there by herself. But she’s been on speaking terms with her mother for awhile, at least since Thanksgiving, so I don’t see why they don’t move over there. She can deal with their shit.

Seriously though, fuck him. I laugh. My father’s pride and joy when we were growing up while he treated me like complete shit. Well, look at us now, all grown up. What have I accomplished in the past year? I’ve lost 30 pounds, and am about to graduate from college and hopefully get a good paying job in my field. What has he done? Dropped out of community college, got promoted at his fast food job only to be demoted again, moved his girlfriend into his tiny room at my parents’ house, gained about 20 pounds and gotten more tattoos (he said he was going to stop at a half sleeve because they can’t show at work, but he just got one on his forearm) and bigger gauges, and because of that he’ll be stuck in a dead end job for the rest of his life. He lives without thinking about consequences, and as a result his car, which my parents have been telling him for MONTHS needs to be fixed, is going to give out at any time, and my family said they’re done helping him out. We’ll see about that.

See, they should have let me send him to prison for stealing and committing identity fraud. It would have been easier on everyone, but they’re suffering. I wish they would figure out I tend to be right. Except with my March Madness bracket. Damn West region really fucked me up, and I did not see FGCU going that far. I can’t wait until CBB starts again. I might go to see a Mercury game this summer though, with Brittney Griner they’re going to be ridiculous.

So about a year and a half ago, maybe a bit longer, my grandma’s dog Griffon died. He was only…I want to say 8, and it was pretty sudden. Their best guess is he got into the garbage (like he and dumbass Dexter did all the time) and ate an avocado pit. They couldn’t afford an autopsy. So for some reason they felt like Dexter, who was my aunt’s basset hound who has lived with my grandparents since he was a puppy because she wanted him but didn’t want to pay the pet rent at her apartment at the time, and even though she bought a house like five or six years ago she never bothered to take him there but found some other dogs instead and kept them, was “lonely”, because the rest of my family are freaks like that. My aunt and grandpa are so damn attached to the dogs, but that is a completely different topic that I could rant on for several paragraphs about but won’t right now. I don’t really see why because he was older than Griffon and didn’t have a dog there to play with for years. Whatever, back to the topic at hand. So, my cousin’s, who lives with my grandparents, at the time boyfriend had a friend whose dog had gotten pregnant because like all Mexicans here they don’t understand how to 1) Get their dogs spayed/neutered and 2) Don’t understand how to keep their dog locked up, either in the house or in the yard (oh, and I can get ranting on Mexicans and how they treat their dogs too, but again, I’ll hold back. If you ever want to hear it I’d be more than happy to rant at a later time), so she asked my grandparents if she could have one. They stupidly said yes, and I say stupidly because everyone in the world knew she wasn’t going to take care of the thing. I knew, and I voiced my opinion against it because I knew my grandma would have to take care of it like she already had to my aunt’s dumbass dog (i.e., feeding them, cleaning up their poop, cleaning up their mess when they knocked down the garbage and got into it [Dexter did this since he was young, if he doesn't feel like he's getting any attention he'd find something to get into]), and she’s in her upper 60′s, and she has bad asthma and overall not in the best of health. She’s capable of doing all of that, since she has been for awhile, but she really shouldn’t have to. Where was I? Right, so of course nobody listens to me and she was allowed to get the puppy, Dodger. She would always hold him in her arms and actually pay attention to him where she first got him and he was an, and I use this word liberally, cute puppy. But then he got a bit bigger and she got bored with him, so she just started ignoring him. But my grandma couldn’t. Oh no. He went through a horrible chewing phase. Chewed up the ends of both of her rugs, both couch cushions twice, and the edge of the couch, among whatever else he could get a hold of, including Dexter’s ears, and at this point he was around 13 I think. Naturally she was always the one who had to clean up the mess and sew everything up. Luckily he’s done with that. So…I keep losing my train of thought. So another one of Dodger’s issues is he’s a big dog. I probably shouldn’t explained that my grandparents did want to get another dog after Griffon died, but my grandma wanted a small female puppy, which thinking about it now would have been a stupid idea unless they got her spayed ASAP, because my aunt never got Dexter fixed because “he has a hear murmur, it could be difficult on him”. Well to that, HA on her because when they went to put him down it turns out not getting him fixed was actually adding to his pain, something about increased pressure. Again, getting sidetracked. I told her (my grandma) at the time that instead of getting a puppy from somewhere she should go to the humane society, because there were a lot of dogs there that needed a home, and they would probably be very well behaved they’re getting a second chance at life. I say this from experience because my family got our first dog from the humane society and he was the best dog that I have ever met. He was so well behaved, and although he didn’t like other dogs, you could walk him without a leash and he would stay right by your side, he was very protective of us, never begged for food or got on the furniture, and at night he would regularly patrol the hall to make sure that everyone was in their beds safe (the “family” dog now, Zoe, who my brother got from the Mexicans next door [see? MEXICANS and their damn dogs!], is horribly behaved, charges at big dogs despite being tiny, has to be on the furniture constantly, begs whenever you have food and doesn’t try to hide it, and takes over my parents’ bed at night). When we got him he had an area of fur around his neck that never grew back fully because whoever had owned him before us had kept his collar so tight it had rubbed all his fur off. He was very furry though so it wasn’t visible. Because of this, and because every other dog my family members own have been bought or given to them by someone, and they have all been horribly behaved. But of course she doesn’t listen to me. So they got Dodger, he was badly behaved, and of course nobody but me tried to correct this, because I wanted to try to make things easier for her a bit, even though he’s not my dog. To this day I am the only person other than my grandma, because he’s with her almost every hour of the day, who he won’t jump on when I enter the house. I’m also the only one who can properly get him to perform commands. I shall now get to my family not helping out. Despite my grandma telling them not to because it leads to begging and stealing food like Dexter always used to, my grandpa and cousin would always feed him off their plates, because according to my grandpa “It’s my damn house and I’ve always fed my dogs!!”. Another thing that only I do is make him work for his treats. Everyone else, they walk in the house, he jumps all over them, they walk over to the jar and give him a treat. My grandpa buys hot dog specifically for him and gives him one every day. Me, I take him for a walk, then when we get back he has to sit, give my both paws, lay down, then I walk away a few feet and put the treat on the ground, and if he waits I call him over and he can have it. If he doesn’t them we got through the process again until he does. Another thing only I do, walk him. He pulls a lot. My cousin is just too damn lazy to walk him, and although my grandma has tried he’s just too big and strong for her to control.

So, now getting to the point. Everyone in that house has been in denial about his size. I kept telling them he was fat. They, my grandma especially, would say he’s just big boned, or he’s not that fat, or he’s a naturally big dog. Well, no walks for him unless I’m home (I’ve only been home for about two months the entire year to walk him), and he gets treats and human food all the time, so clearly he’s not fat. Oh, wait. The vet says he is? Yes, yes she did. My grandma took him in this week to get his shots and of course they weight them there. He was 99.4 pounds. He may be a big dog, but he doesn’t have a 100 pound frame. The vet says that he needs to lose 24 pounds in a year and a half. Now, who will be the one doing that? Me of course. My grandma can pretty much just feed him less, but me, I get to have fun going out in the Arizona summer and walking the dog at least a mile a day if not more. I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced it (I know you have Megan, although not sure how often you went out in the day), but summers in Arizon SUCK. And it gets even worse during monsoon season, especially for me, because I’ve lived in Arizona all my life so the humidity really gets to me, much more than the heat. Give me 118 low humidity over 100 with 56% humidity any day. I told my grandma she needs to hit my cousin up for money to get him some shoes, because even at night the cement is hot from the sun hitting it all day, although I’m not planning to walk him at night because I don’t like walking after dark. I am the only one who can fix this clearly. My cats aren’t fat. Izumi is a 10 lbs, a good size for a female, and Rosco is just under 14 lbs, which works for me, considering that before he came to live with me in my apartment he was around 17 lbs, way too heavy. If I had a dog it wouldn’t be fat. It also wouldn’t be ill behaved. I’ve actually been looking around a few websites of shelters. If I did get one it would have to live with me at my grandparent’s house, because once I get a job I’m going to save up as much as possible because soon enough I’ll have to start paying back my student loans and it’s cheaper to just keep living with them for awhile.

But yeah, I so told them so.

But yes, so busy. I’m getting ready (hopefully) to graduate, still need to meet with my advisor again. I made an appointment with her once and turns out I needed to go meet with someone else first to apply for degree candidacy, and then go see her. Hopefully I can get it next week. I’m not really sure where all my time has gone, but I’ve been so busy with school stuff. There’s less than a month of school left yet I still have two papers and a presentation I need to do. Then of course there’s finals. And once I make sure I’m graduating there’s a lot to deal with for that. Then I need to start looking for a job, and getting ready to move out of my apartment. There’s so much more, I can’t even think about it all right now.

So…basketball is over, and that makes me sad. Now I have to wait until October for it to start again. And I’m looking forward to next year. Arizona has a great class coming in. We did last year too, but only made it to the Sweet 16, mostly because Ohio State had the refs on their side in the round of 32 and against Arizona. But Wichita State showed them. Coincidentally this also completely fucked up my bracket, I might as well have just symbolically burned the west region. I think, no, I know we can do it next year. National championship. We’re losing a lot of firepower and leadership, yes, but our freshman bigs from this year will have developed even more, and there’s some damn fine talent coming in at the 3 spot (taking the place of Hill/Parrom) in the form of Gordon and Hollis-Jefferson. Plus we will have fixed the biggest problem we had this year, the lack of a true point with McConnell being able to play finally.

I need to go to bed, but I will say one more thing. It shall be about TV. First…HOW DARE YOU. REALLY CARTOON NETWORK, REALLY? HOW DARE YOU. I hate CN with a freaking passion. There was so much more that could have been done with Young Justice. The fact that they prematurely canceled it meant that everything had to be tied up quickly, and then at the end they show Vandal Savage on Apokolips. REALLY? YOU’RE GOING TO TOTALLY INTRODUCE SUCH A BIG POSSIBLE NEW PLOT RIGHT ON YOUR LAST EPISODE? SO MEAN!! Oh, and Wally. HOW CAN YOU KILL OF WALLY? WHY WOULD YOU KILL HIM OFF? CN took of the best show they’ve ever had, and are replacing it with Teen Titans Go!, which looks like complete shit. Maybe it will have a decent plot like YJ and GLTAS did, but it has the same shitty animation as all of CN’s other shows. It’s disgusting how all that other shit gets to stay on but quality stuff like YJ doesn’t. I really hope that someone else picks it up. And the last thing I shall speak of is Doctor Who. I…I’ve never been overly fond of 11, I prefered 10 and the brief appearance of 9, but when he was with the Ponds it worked. Thus far with Clara I haven’t been that impressed. Modern London Clara is so boring compared to Dalek and Victorian Clara, but she has the potential to turn out a good companion. I just hope she isn’t another Martha, because luckily Martha was only the companion for a season, but I doubt Clara will be, and it she turns out to be like Martha, ehh… There needs to be another Donna like character. Donna deserved to have more than one season as a companion. She was unlikable at the beginning but traveling with the Doctor made her a better person, and she ended up saving the entire universe. Okay, done now, need to brush my teeth and go to bed. Class tomorrow, yay.

Those people on the show have nobody to blame for where they are but themselves. I guess it’s a good thing that they’re trying to get it off, but the fact that they need to be pushed to their limits by a trainer on TV seems stupid. I was kind of around where some of those people are in weight before, but you know what? I didn’t just keep doing what I was doing, I didn’t want change but do nothing about it or give up after effortlessly trying. I got my ass into gear and lost a shitload of weight, on my own, pushed by sheer determination. Was it hard? It was a bitch, it was worse than a bitch. I hurt, but I kept going, because I had a goal in mind.

And some of these people on the show, I mean really? On the red team three people only lost two pounds each. They have this ridiculously planned diet they have to keep to, they exercise for hours a day, but they barely lose anything? It’s usually easier to lose the weight when you’re heavier. I eat whatever the hell I want while staying within my caloric allowance for the day (usually between 1300-1400), I recently started 30 Day Shred so realistically I exercise hardcore for about a half hour a day, with light yoga and general walking to get where I need daily, and I nearly lost two pounds this past week.

And yeah, I’m not nor have I ever been as heavy as most of the people on the show, but you look at the success stories on the MFP forums and there are people who were 300+ pound people who wanted to change, and with nothing more than sheer determination and maybe the support of friends and family (some people don’t even get that), they lost well over 100 pounds to get where they wanted.

So my issue with the show is that it’s just a show about fat people who got themselves in that situation by themselves, who have no willpower or determination to get things done themselves so they have to do so while having America watching their fat asses get yelled at by their nanny-trainers.

The first thing, that which is most important to me, if basketball. How I love you basketball. You never disappoint me. My beloved Wildcats, no longer are you that undersized team with a bust freshman class who had authority issues. No, you are a beautifully sized, straight to the point, hard working and never disappointing team. And that is why you have made me oh-so-happy by going 12-0 in non-conference play, and hopefully that win streak will continue. You gave me some scares. It is not possible to explain the adrenaline rush I had during the Florida game. That last minute or so of it I couldn’t even stand. I was crouching on the floor, just staring at the screen. My heart was beating so hard it felt as if I had just run for ten minutes straight. Lyons up the court after the missed free throw by Florida, taking it all the way to the basket, putting us up by one, it made me jump for joy. And then, when the buzzer sounded, and that last crazy shot by Florida didn’t go in, I just erupted. I was jumping up and down, and I was shouting at the top of my lungs running through my parents’ house. I was possibly breaking wrists because of how hard I was high fiving everyone in the house (I even gave a small high five Canada, which is what we call my brother’s girlfriend. I guess I’ll get into that a bit later here). I wasn’t able to fall asleep until about one in the morning, I was too hyped up. And then I got pissed off, because the damn paper here gives all the love to fucking ASU even though they don’t do shit. I look in the paper the next morning, and there’s quite a large article, pictures included, on how ASWho beat some shitty ass team that nobody has even heard of, from a conference nobody has heard of. My Cats, at the time ranked 8 went up against the then number 5 team in the nation and beat them, and you know what they got in the paper? A tiny article at the bottom of on of the pages in the sports section, about five lines long. I had to go through the sports section three times before I spotted it. And then the tourney, when again we were in a battle against a ranked opponent, San Diego State. My then and now ranked 3 Cats, looking to win the Diamondhead Classic, to take down a ranked opponent at a neutral site for the first time since 2008, to have that perfect non-conference schedule and tie for the best start the Cats have ever had, and the best on in 25 years. Again Lyons gets us ahead by a point, and with thirteen seconds left on the clock it’s all about defense. A screen gets Johnson off his man, giving him an open layup and winning the game for SDS. Oh, but in the spirit of Christmas, dear St. Nick saved the Cats. Not giving up on defending his man, Nick Johnson runs from the edge of the paint, using his ridiculous hops and jumps above the SDS player blocking the ball, knocking it off the glass. The clock runs out, and again we come out with a big win. The only team in the Pac-12 ranked still, the only undefeated team and one of only four in the nation. But did we get the love in the paper? No, of course not. But whatever you piece of shit paper. When March comes around and ASWho is not longer playing because they’re not good enough for post-season play, and Arizona is coasting their way through the Madness, all the way to the Final Four and to another Championship, then you’ll be all about the Wildcats. And ASWho’s stupid ass point guard, I can’t wait until my Cats take them on. He thinks he’s so damn great, he even said on his Twitter that he’s the best PG in the conference. He was also talking shit about our PG. Well, I have some news for him. Mark Lyons isn’t even a true point, he played SG at Xavier, but he’s leading our team, a real traditional basketball school with credentials to its program, to one of our best seasons ever. And when the times comes that we play the Scum Devils their PG is going to piss himself, because Lyons is going to play circles around him. Oh, and guess what else Scum Devils? Looks like your 7’2″ center isn’t going to be so amazing this year, since instead of playing against a 6’7″ center like we had last year he’s going to have to go against a seven foot freshman who’s better, bigger and meaner than he is. And if that’s not enough then there’s always our other two freshman bigs, who both have a wing span over seven foot and can rebound the shit out of that ball. Not enough? How about one of the best college players in the nation in Solomon Hill? Or a fully healthy Kevin Parrom, which we didn’t have last year for the majority of the year? Then there’s the greatly improved Johnson, who beasts like no other, especially on defense. And since it’s taking me so long to write this I will say I believe that we deserved to drop in the rankings. There was absolutely no exception to nearly having to go into overtime against Utah. If they play like this in Oregon this upcoming week that undefeated season is going away.

I guess I should move away from basketball, at least for now. I’ll say something about football. So we had a shitty bowl game, but a bowl game nonetheless. Down by 13 points with less than a minute to go, it was pretty hopefully. I didn’t even get to watch this game because I was at the swap meet with my mom and aunt, but I watching the updates on Twitter. My phone was about to die and with less than a minute left I assumed we would lose. Then later when I turned my phone back on I found out that we won. Two drives, 2 touchdowns in 46 seconds. The first one was helped by Nevada, they had two pass interference calls that got us thirty yards. I can’t believe we recovered the onside kick but we did. Then that last drive was all the Wildcats. Matt Scott was looking like his did at the beginning of the season, his throws were crisp and where they needed to be. I watched it later since I had it DVRed, and it really was amazing.

AND that is why, December 15, 2012, will be remembered as the most amazing day in Arizona Wildcat sports history. Two amazing comebacks, the 14 point in under a minute comeback by the football team, and the comeback against Florida by basketball when they were down by eight with about a minute and a half to play.

Now…movies. I wanted to see two movies while I was home, and I’ve known I wanted to see them for months. Those two movies were Les Miserables and The Hobbit. I never did get to see The Hobbit. Les Mis was amazing overall. I didn’t find Russell Crowe to be a very good Javert, and while I did like Sacha Baron Cohen and Helena Bonham Carter as the Thenardiers, I wasn’t impressed with Master of the House. That would be my one issue that really bothered me. I even didn’t mind Javert’s Suicide too much, and as I said before I did not like Russell Crowe as the part. Anne Hathaway was amazing in it. I was surprised by Amanda Seyfried, and Samantha Barks did a lovely job as well.As for The Hobbit…I’ll see it someday.

Transitioning from that, when I was home my mother and I went to Denny’s to get some Hobbit food. I got the Build Your Own Hobbit Slam, with the pumpkin patch pancakes (possibly the best pancakes I have ever eaten. And the butter on to of it…it was also pumpkin, and it was so delicious I almost asked for a box so I could take my extra home and use it later), the seed cake french toast (it was a bitch trying to eat these. They were so dense that I filled up quickly, plus the glaze on top was so rich), and then turkey bacon and hash browns. A few weeks later after seeing Les Mis we went to get dinner since we hadn’t eaten before and decided to split some of the Red Velvet Pancake Puppies, also delicious.

Transitioning again, to my first day home for break. After eating the huge breakfast, we were off to the Mesa Swap Meet along with my aunt, which I knew would be a mistake because she’s indecisive and has the bladder of a puppy. In the couple hours we were there she went to the bathroom twice, then again when we went to lunch, plus she went before we left to go. And while we were there, she spent twenty minutes trying to decide which glass nail file she wanted, ten minutes picking out a cell phone case, and then another ten minutes at picking out dip, because she had to keep going around and trying them again. My mom and I got some dip too, but we tried the ones that sounded good once, then decided to buy those (with the exception of the habanero one I tried, since nobody else would be able to handle the heat). That entire day was cold and rainy, but I didn’t mind because we were under covering (much to my disappointment) and I had my heavy coat, penguin hat and rain boots on. While we were at the swap meet I found one place that made things out of metal bottle caps. They had a bunch of Arizona stuff, so I bought a little thing you put on your zipper, a Christmas tree ornament and a bracelet. I also found this awesome little serving size thing for pasta. It has different sized holes so you can put it in the hole and see what serving size you have. Very helpful considering I can’t judge serving sized for pasta at all.

I caught up on most of my anime, although still haven’t gotten past the first episode of Bakuman. I might this season, because thus far I haven’t found anything that looks interesting to watch.

I had so much to write about before, now I’m forgetting a lot of it…oh, I found out that I probably should not own any guns. My brother got me hooked on killing zombies in COD Black Ops, and I may or may not be a bit gun happy. I call the HAMR by pretty gun. It’s my favorite, it’s so very effective in destroying hoards of zombies. I also found that the Python is quite effective as well, although it’s inconvenient when there’s a shitload of zombies coming and you have to slowly reload six rounds at a time. One time when we were playing I got both pretty gun and the Python and I was in heaven. At that point we had gotten a fourth controller so Canada could play as well. We station ourselves in the house on the farm and my brother had the balcony, my dad had (or was supposed to if he could learn to keep his fucking post) the window and Canada had the stairs (I’m also quite effective at the stairs, but she had it that time). I stood at the big opening in the side as a look out, shooting down any zombies that I could with the Python to lessen the load of my brother and his girlfriend. Then if someone needed help I’d run to where they were and help them clear things out before going back to my post. This worked well until my dumbass father left his post like always, letting in fucking zombies and getting killed. Canada had gone down and my brother was fighting for his life with life five zombies at the balcony, and as I was trying to revive my dad a zombie came from behind and took me down.

I’m really having trouble remembering all the stuff I wanted to write about. Oh well. For Christmas I didn’t get much, but I got the one thing I wanted so I was fine. From my parents I got a kettle bell, Pitch Perfect on DVD because I’m too poor to have a blu ray, the Les Mis soundtrack and after I had opened the other three my mom gave me my jersey, and I freaked out because I was so happy. I wore it all day. I got some money from my aunt. My brother game me some movie passes which I could even use because they were employee ones he got from his friend, expired on New Year’s Eve and couldn’t be used for special engagements, which almost all the movies were. He also got me a box in the shape of a suitcase with ten different hot sauces from around the world. I believe he was much happier with his gift from me, which was a Shakira poster. Canada wasn’t very happy about it, but he just kept staring at it, saying “The things I’d do to her, whoo!”. He hasn’t hung it up yet, partially because he doesn’t want to ruin it by putting pins in it and needs to get a frame, I’d also assume partially because his girlfriend lives in the time room with him. My grandmother that I actually like got me some long sleeved shirts and a cute owl sweater. I actually went out with her when I got home from school and picked them out myself, and then wrapped them myself too. My other grandmother who I haven’t talked to in ages despite the fact she lived a block north of my parents now (which is why whenever I walk the dog I make sure to always avoid that street) got me nothing, I guess she couldn’t even afford scratch cards this year, too busy buying stuff for her great-grandchildren. Everyone is always telling me I should go see her, call her, etc, but what’s the point? She doesn’t give a shit about me. She cares about my older cousin who dropped out of college her sophomore year who has two kids, or any of my other cousins who had kids already. It’s been well over a year since I last saw her, and at that time she couldn’t stop talking about all of my cousin’s with their kids, or about their girlfriends. That’s all that’s really important to her clearly is having great-grandkids. My parents better not get angry when May comes around and I don’t have a ticket for her for my graduation, because I’m not getting her one. I’m getting one for each of my parents, and my mother’s parents because they’ve been nothing but supportive of my college career despite having to take an extra year and have even helped me get financial aid. If my other grandfather was still alive he’d get a ticket, and I guess if my aunt wants to come she can, but that’s it. I’m 23, I’ll decide who gets to come see the most important day of my life.

I never mentioned anything about my birthday, did I? Well overall it sucked. My aunt took me to get chicken and waffles at LoLo’s. She has to be the whitest person in my family, but she’s obsessed with this place. I have to admit is was pretty good.Then in the evening I went to Glendale Glitters with my mom before the game and ate myself sick. I didn’t even get that much, just…I really didn’t eat that much, just some soba noodles for dinner and then a chocolate covered cheesecake on a stick, and some root beer as we left. I ate a hell of a lot more than that at the Chocolate Affaire earlier in the year and it took me a root beer float, root beer slush and chocolate covered funnel cake more to make me feel sick. After we ate and watched the lights be lit we went home to watch the football game. That ruined my entire birthday for me. I don’t see how the hell we lost. Well I do, Scott was apparently playing QB for both teams with all the interceptions. They scored 28 points off of Arizona turnovers. I believe we only lost by a touchdown.

Also over the holidays I was upset but not completely surprised that I had gained six pounds while I was home. I knew I would gain some weight, since I wasn’t cooking for myself and wasn’t able to watch what I eat as carefully and didn’t have the opportunity to exercise daily like I do down here, but I didn’t expect that much. I bought a scale with my birthday money from my aunt that gives weight, BMI, body fat % and hydration levels. I lost a bit over fifteen pounds last year and I’ve gained about five back, so now I’m on a goal to reach my goal weight before graduation, seventeen pounds in four and a half months, and take my body fat percentage down at least five percent. It should be fairly easy now that I’m not home anymore.

And just like that school starts tomorrow. It’s a week earlier than usual, but I think I end a week earlier too. Just one more semester. Not even really one semester, just one class that I have to pass, I could fail all the others if I really wanted. I have a lot of business to take care of in these next few months, but I’m ready for the challenge. I just have to keep pushing forward, and my hard work in all aspects of my life will pay off…hopefully.

My first music class. Didn’t have a final. The class itself was an easy A. Attendance itself was 100 points, which was quite a bit of the total points. Two papers 100 points, where we had to go to concerts and write about them. Did I do that? No, I didn’t have money to waste on a concert. I BSed both papers. I just looked at the programs online and did my papers off of that. Got full points for them. There was more stuff, but pretty much this class was just based on effort.

My second music class. I didn’t go to class the last month. I looked over the slides (and the professor didn’t even post all the slides) one time for not even an hour before that final, and I scored one point less on the final than I did on the midterm, during which I went to class and studied slightly more (although not much more). That class was yet another easy A.

Microbiology. I know, I was taking it over again for a better grade, but still you’d think it would be a bit more of a challenge. For all the exams in the class including the final, I just skimmed the chapters I needed to know, looked over the slides once, then took the exam. Got B’s on all of them, my grade getting higher each one. With the other assignments in the class, I easily earned an A in there as well.

So my best semester yet, three A’s and… I don’t know yet. I’m hoping for a C. The only way I could get a legitimate C in the class is if I got a high A on the final. I’m doubtful, although I’m almost positive that I at least passed it. Of course, the professor said that he would probably end up lowering the cut off points for grades, so I’m hoping I hit that C cutoff point. I worked so hard in the class. I studied daily, and in this final week before the exam I put in over thirty hours of studying. Despite all that I didn’t feel prepared, but I went in trying not to think too much about it. I finished the entire exam (which I hadn’t been able to do during the hourly exams through the semester), so I’ll just have to wait and see. The waiting will be killing me.

I’ll just leave this post as school stuff. I don’t have much life stuff going on, but since I haven’t written anything in awhile I’ll probably post something else later today.

Oh, and I hate Cartoon Network even more now than I did before. If you didn’t know (I don’t remember how old my last post is, so I don’t know if I had this in it) they fucking took Young Justice off after two episodes and a three month hiatus for yet another several month long hiatus. I watched the episode that was supposed to air online, and I am so pissed at them for stopping it there. Actually, I’m pissed that the didn’t show that FUCKING EPICNESS on tv, but also because they put it on hiatus at such a suspenseful time.

So…yeah, I’m still bummed. It’s not all from biochem. Part of it could be I’m getting off my happy high from my awesome weekend last weekend, which included apple picking, a delicious apple smoked burger, a huge ass piece of freshly made pie with homemade ice cream, some bomb fudge, apple bread, cider doughnuts, an ass kicking football game, and of course the Red-Blue game filled with promise of a national championship. Regardless of my mood, I know I must continue on. I still have to get some hardcore studying done every day. I still must continue to workout (this super hard, so I can go home Thanksgiving and laugh at my brother at how much of a fat ass he’s become yet again). I have to keep going to class…and that’s my life. Not even any Bones on right now, so just Thursday TV for an hour. I continue to search for a job with no success. I better do some more notes for biochem so I can maybe play HG a bit more tonight. I caught a Seedot earlier and already evolved it into a Nuzleaf, so I’m going to try to get a leaf stone by tomorrow. Plus I need to evolve Loudred into Exploud. Then level up my Absol because I’ve been switching my party a lot and want to replace Umbreon with Absol in my main party.

So the first thing I will write about is a good thing, I guess. Good for me. It makes me happy. So, there’s no denying it. For most of my life, especially my teen years, I was fat. Not fat, but FAT. Technically, by looking at BMI I was obese. However, I never looked as bad as some fat people do because I’m taller so it distributed better or something? I don’t know. What I do know is that at one point in high school I was around 230 lbs, capable of wearing a size 20 even though I usually stuck with an 18, and…well, what more is there to say? Hell, I even had trouble sitting cross legged at times, I’m assuming because the fat made circulation in my legs poor or something. I recall I also couldn’t touch my toes at one point. Well, that’s all the bad. Around my senior year of high school I was around 215, still way heavier than I should have been. However, all of that shit is in the past. My freshman year of high school, just from all the walking/biking I had to do around campus I managed to get under 200 for the first time probably since middle school. Kept it around there sophomore year. Of course during the summer I would end up gaining almost ten back. Then junior year, when I moved into an apartment, I decided that I was going to kick my ass into shape. With the help of my Wii (playing EA Sports Active) and watching my food intake a bit more I managed to drop almost thirty pounds, to get around 180. Senior year I didn’t get a chance to exercise much since I had an upstairs apartment. Then this year, my fifth and final year of undergrad, I decided I was going to finish what I started, and thus far I’ve done pretty well. I’ve dropped ten pounds in the past two and a half months, and I’m only about ten pounds from a healthy BMI. I’m at just under 175 right now, and my first goal is 164. My end weight goal will probably be around the mid 150′s, mostly because I’m calculating muscle into that. Because, you know, I don’t want to be some random skinny chick, I want to be fit, with some abs and buff arms, which is already a work in progress (I flex and you can barely feel any fat, even though I have tons of it on my arms ) And while I’m on the subject, I will promote MyFitnessPal. It’s a website but also an app you can get for free on your smartphone/tablet/whatever, that helps you figure out how many calories you should be consuming daily, and let’s you keep track of your food intake and exercise. I think that has helped me more than anything along with the exercising, because exercising was keeping me at a steady weight, but I wasn’t losing much. So if anyone ever wants to lose weight and stuff, I would definitely suggest it, it helps.

Okay, onto something different now.

School…what to say about school. Other than I’m hating it. I never hated any of my first four years of college, but this fifth year just sucks. I don’t know if it’s the classes or what. I don’t like my classes. Maybe it’s the lack of microbiology classes. Biochem is terrifying. I BOMBED the first exam. Actually, it was more like a blitzkrieg. And on the first quiz I got 0. As in absolutely none right. I don’t even know how that was possible, I studied for the damn thing. When I was going over the old quizzes they posted from previous years I was getting at least six points when working through them. Hopefully I did better on the one today. The next exam in next Friday, along with microbiology even though that’s easy. I hate how they’re on the same day always. Micro really is easy. I just sit there in class so I can answer the clicker questions when he asks them, then do the homework without watching the animations and get almost a perfect score. For the last exam, I looked over the slides the night before the exam for like two hours, and I ended up getting ten percent higher than the curve which is sad. And that was the general stuff you need to know from other classes exam. The next few exams I should do even better on, because it’s all micro, and I’ve taken the classes that specify and get in depth (i.e. micro physiology, micro genetics, etc.), stuff that actually pertains to micro, which I’m great at. No, it is biochem I worry about. I don’t pass this semester and I can’t take the second semester. The only class I need to graduate is biochem. I don’t pass this I don’t graduate again. I’ve worked too long and too hard to not graduate. I’ll do it even if it kills me (BTW, world can’t end this year because I have to get my degree first. I don’t and the world ends, there will be hell to pay. The world knows I mean that), so this entire week I’m planning on doing nothing bu sleeping, eating (while studying), going to class, and studying for biochem. I need to know this shit back and forth. Hopefully I’ll do better, because I understand what Hipster professor (not his name, but if you saw him you’d understand) has been teaching better than the Japanese one for the first exam. I have nothing to say about my music classes, because they’re stupid. My one I had to buy a stupid mini keyboard and have to carry it to school everyday. Carry it from class to class to class to class. Some days we don’t even use it, but if I didn’t have it I’d get in trouble. I don’t even want to learn keyboard. Not an instrument I’m interested in. I do want to learn cello, and now that I know how to read bass clef I might try someday. My other one is just…I don’t know. We got placed in groups for a songwriting project due at the end of the semester. On the back of my form where it wanted any additional information, I wrote the following: I DESPISE rap with a passion. I literally wrote despite in all caps, and underlined it. I sit down with my group, and find out that half of them wrote down rap as their favorite genre. TA is an ass, a sick, twisted ass. But whatever…for now.

I will have tons of time to study this week because I no longer have any Doctor Who to watch on Netflix. So many people seemed to think it was good, so I decided a month or so ago to check it out. I got through it fast. It’s actually REALLY good. I prefer the tenth Doctor over the current one, but he isn’t too bad. At some point I need to watch the first five episodes of this most current season, and then I am completely caught up. Doctor Who has also allowed me a new found appreciation for Catherine Tate. I really, really REALLY disliked her on The Office last season. She’s not quite as bad this year. I don’t know if that’s just because her character is being written better, or because I now know that she was the Doctor’s companion, and at one point in time was the most important person in all the universe, saving everyone and everything from destruction by the hands (?) of the Daleks. My next thing to do on Netflix will be to watch Neverland, which I’m happy that they put on there sometime this past year. I will say right now, if you haven’t seen it you NEED to watch it. It’s really good. It’s a Syfy miniseries (4 hours), that’s about Peter Pan. The first part is before he became Peter Pan, before he was even in Neverland, and then it progresses to him gaining his powers and such. That’s as far as I’ve seen.They were showing it for a weekend last year some time. I caught part of it and thought it was really interesting, so the next time it was on I watched from the beginning. I never got to see the second half because it was on really late at night and I had early classes. It was never shown again, which was a shame.

Surely I have more to write about…oh, the Endeavour! It was on it’s way to California, but since Mark Kelly was the captain of its last mission, he requested that it be flown low over Tucson since he lives here. It flew right over the university mall. It was AMAZING. Definitely a once in a lifetime thing to see, especially since the space program is no more. So this year I’ve seen two once in a lifetime things, that and the transit of Venus, which I never wrote about on here, I don’t think at least. I thought I was unlucky to be stuck in physics during it, but that ended up being a good thing, because there were some people with telescopes and right before we started up the second half of class the professor let us go outside and look. It was one of the coolest things I will ever see, no doubt.

Sports…football season started out promising, especially when we destroyed Oklahoma State. I was shocked when that happened, because for the past two years they’ve destroyed us. And then there was a shutout against South Carolina State, which was a good morale booster before playing Oregon. Shutout by Oregon, it was embarrassing. I don’t know what the hell the offense was doing. The defense kept up in the game for so long, but they couldn’t do everything by themselves. Six times in the red zone and the damn offense couldn’t get a single point of the board. That just screwed us up for last week against Oregon State. Scott messed up at Oregon, and he stick had his head up his ass for the first half, resulting in seven points (and that was all Carey there, he saved our asses in that game). The second half Scott got thing together, running the ball himself and completing those passes, getting us ahead. But then, in the last minute, down by three with possession of the ball, he threw a fucking interception! I was so pissed. That lost the game for us. This week it’s at Stanford, so I’m not expecting anything. However, good news is that basketball starts in a few weeks. I bought my ticket for the Red-Blue game ages ago, I was ready for basketball at the end of the Olympics, because after the Olympics there was no more basketball.

I don’t know what else to write. I didn’t get to work out this week because I was sick. I went home last Thursday to get the rest of my cavities filled (which I don’t even understand how the hell I had five cavities on the right side. Some of them were in teeth that had already been done when I was younger). So now I’m good. Of course, I know with my luck my next cleaning the dentist will probably find something wrong again. Although right now, since he did work on some of the teeth that I had done when I was younger, my teeth look better. I guess now they use white instead of the darker stuff to fill it, because it used to be super obvious I had fillings because there was a big blag circle at the tops of my teeth. Now you can only tell if you look closely, since it’s been done over in white. But that wasn’t the point of this section! I went home, and when I came back my throat was sore. I figured it was just because I had dental work done in the back of my mouth and so it was slightly irritated. Turns out it was a cold, which, with the exception of a cough here and there, is gone now.

Kay I’m done now. Another new Young Justice tomorrow morning, YAY!

So…Shark Week was a couple weeks ago. I was going to post something, but I guess I didn’t. I enjoy Shark Week. I’d like if they had some new informational shows though instead of just stories and camera stuff.

School is…tiring. I go three days a week really, and have all my classes within a four hour period of time. Getting from my third to last class is difficult, because the damn professor keeps going after class is technically over so I have to run halfway across campus, trying to push through a few hundred people on the way, all while dodging construction and bikes. Then I get to my last class and have to find an odd seat somewhere. Monday it was by a douche bag frat guy…I didn’t enjoy that. I only have biochem discussion Tuesday, and then nothing Thursday. So today I was doing a bunch of homework and studying, since I had no class.

I like my new apartment. It’s more expensive than my old one, but much nicer and quieter. And front my apartment door to the bus stop is maybe 40 steps. So bus is really close.

I need money. I’ve applied to so many jobs, haven’t heard back from any of the places. I’m thinking about just going and playing my violin on the street. Probably wouldn’t make much money though.

Jan Brewer is a fucking idiot. No explanation is needed for that.

More money issues. I saved a crapload of money buying books online. Didn’t even need them. Had to buy different stuff for the class (online homework, e-book, and a keyboard for my basic musicianship class) so I’ve spent well over 150 dollars that I couldn’t really afford to use.

Football game Saturday, yay…I don’t get the channel it’s on, boo…well, I’m really waiting for basketball in the end. Can’t wait to see how these new recruits do. This is a basketball school. Baseball won the championship this year, basketball needs to get on it so I can get my champ shirt for b-ball to go with my baseball one.

Okay done now. Sleepy. Need to go exercise a bit. Couldn’t heavy exercise today because my left calf. Can still do strength stuff today though. Bye bye