I graduated from PCI this afternoon with people that barely remember my name much less that I attended the same school with them around the same time.
I graduated with high honors which is honestly a miracle.
I'm going back to school in three weeks for some kind of associates degree just so I can say I have a degree.
Josh and I plan on getting married around October 12th of this year. We'll probably just go to the courthouse to get married in front of a few family members and then have a reception somewhere. Nothing fancy and nothing big because Josh and I both happen to hate crowds and I freeze up in front of dozens of people watching me. I'm the watcher and I get overwhelmed if I have too many people to observe all at once.
Work is work. I enjoy it and all but I can't handle it full time for the simple fact that I'm always getting sick and I'm entirely too empathetic for my own good. So I work between 15-20 hours a week, more if I think I can handle it. Not sure how I'm going to handle working and going back to school. We'll see.
Tabetha is due to have her baby around June 21st and I would really like to be there for my incoming niece's birth, but I'm not really sure if we'll have the money or the time to go.
My grandma is moving to Arizona where I have an aunt, an uncle, and a cousin. I think she'll like it there better but I know I'm really going to miss her because I feel like she's the only family member (other than Tabetha) that even remotely cares about me.
I can't believe that Tabetha's son is going to be one in June and June is getting so close. Where the hell is time going?
I had to close my bank account on Friday because the bank sucked ass... they were rude and expensive to deal with and fired a friend of ours for being Pagan. Of course, they didn't come out and say it, but what American company would be brave enough to?
My parents decided it would be fun to claim me as a dependent on their taxes this year although I haven't lived with them in over two years. I didn't find this out until I received a rejection notice from the IRS. Now they owe the IRS over $300 because I made them re-file and fix their deliberate mistake. For some reason, I feel guilty for making them pay such an amount for screwing me over and I know I shouldn't. It's obviously easy to make me feel guilty.
I didn't take my medication for my diabetes for a couple months and paid for it in the end with a blood sugar of a whopping 558 this past Monday. Also started on Zoloft to balance out my moods so it would be easier to quit smoking. Only problem with that is the fact that it literally makes me sick now. Spent the better part of Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday nights in the bathroom rather than sleeping. Didn't take the Zoloft last night and slept like a rock, but for some odd reason I'm feeling really nauseous.
Well, that's it for Farrah's general update.
Have a pleasant night.
family
Yipee!