So, I figured that it was time I post something other than fics and memes (not that I don't love them, but still, a journal does needs some substance). I am already preparing for the next semester at Cuesta, in ten minutes I get to register for my classes. I'm actually really looking forward to this new semester, I got all the classes I wanted and I just now that I'm going to have fun this fall. 

I've got: 

U.S. History [I took the first part (Indians-Civil War) last semester and now I am continuing on with it because history effing rocks]
English 
Beginning Drawing [I used to take art classes all through highschool and I had some natural talent so I've decided to continue on with them]
Art History-Modernism [This is being taken over the internet]

As you can notice: NO MATH!  *rejoices*

Classes start August 18, which is a big relief to me because I was worried it would mess up the Olympics watching (that is a dorky sentence and I apologise) but I don't think it will. Have I ever mentioned me and the Olympics? It's some sort of tradition in my family to go Olympic crazy, expect to see Team USA icons and maybe even a header if I can find one. *cheers* GO TEAM! *bounces* 

And because I wouldn't be me without something about the fandom: my hp_cross_festassignment rocks my socks! Seriously, it is perfect for me!   

Sorry I've been rather nonexistent, RL has taken over for the most part. Today is the last day of school (all of my finals are today) *is feeling sick with nerves*. If you're waiting for a "Finding the Way Back Home" update expect the next chapter to be out in what I'm hoping is going to be a week and a half. 

Wish me luck with finals. *gulp* Why do they all have to be on the same day? 

But after this no more school until the fall. That is my new mantra. NO MORE SCHOOL.  

Thank you everyone who voted in the "Finding the Way Back Home" poll, all of the feedback helped immensely :). Part 5 will be posted in two days or so, and I'm looking forward to all of those reviews.

Thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday, all of them made me insanely happy. softly_sweetly wrote me steaming hot slash with dom!dirty!Ron. *dies upon the re-read*. So if anyone is even the least bit interested in slash, I would recommend going to read it here. Ron/Draco/Harry, highlight to see the guh worthiest line. Hmm.... spread the Ron love please. 

*The other is bent at an awkward angle behind him, allowing him to stroke at Ron's sides. Ron really threw himself into Auror training, and it shows in the long, powerful muscles that flow under the sweat-slick surface of his pale, freckled skin. It seems like he's using every single muscle to pound into Draco, and if I listen hard enough I can hear wet, slurping sounds undercutting the throaty growls they're both making.

"Such a little slut, loving being watched."*

Each year it hits me like a sledge hammer and I realize that it only feels like months have passed since the tears fell down my face. How do you express the pain when you did not lose someone to the evil? You write it down. 

Written a year ago. Dedicated to those who shed tears that day, for all who will not forget, and the men and women in uniform.

I go into to see my teacher on Monday, so that's when school starts for me.... The sound of school is appalling, who wants to go back to stressful math? But for some unkown reason I am looking forward to my english book. 

I hurt my back at work a couple of days ago and I had to work last night so I was dead tired by the time I got back home, thankfully I have the next, like four days off to recover *grin*. We had QFC last night too, which was interesting. QFC is quality, freshness, and cleanliness, and a guy comes about once a month to rate us on those things. Let's see we failed on service, but aced everything else we even got 100% on something but now I don't remember what it was.... I also got payed on Friday which was radical, it was my fourth paycheck and my biggest by far: $327.

I was in dining room last night (cleaning, and making sure everything that is readily available to the customers was actually available) and suddenly this woman comes in tells everyone sitting nearby (I happened to be cleaning a table in the vicinity) that there was a tarantula climbing up the wall outside. So, I hury out after her and soon half the store is crowding around the back door to have a look. And there it is big and hairy, climbing up the wall behind the trashcan outside the door. Very funny and kind of awesome.

Finally it's begun to cool down! After about a week of 110 degree (or more) weather we're all starting to feel some relief. Honestly, I've never seen such hot weather here during the summer. 

I've been writing quite a lot and The Genocide chapter 24 is coming along very nicely, and I should be done with it by Friday, then it can be sent off to sissy and all her brilliance in betaing. Also new Remus/Tonks fic, (Dance to Last the Ages) I'm writing is also going well, it's a little more heavy on the romance than I'm used to but I am enjoying writing it.

Nothing really else new.... Oh, last Tuesday I watched the Pilot to that new SciFi channel show, Eureka; it's freaking excellent! Love it, love, love, love. 

Work is going well, it's work but I am having fun. That certain crush on He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named-Except-On-Friends-Only-Entries, is not going away. I really like him, but.... We'll see. 

  

Wish me luck guys it's my first day at J.O.B!!! It'll just be orientation and I don't even have to wear my "uniform" but still I'm rather nervous.... I could be more nerverous though, so, I guess that's a good thing :). 
  

I freaking got it!!!!!!!!!!! 

So, I've filled out an application for In-N-Out Burger (for all who don't know, which is probably all of you except for sissy, In-N-Out is a highly popular fast food restraunt out here in California and in some of the surrounding states), and I'm going to "turn it in" later today after my mom get's home from work, her work just happens to be In-N-Out... 

My dad is off for a week with my grandpa to a family reunion in Nebraska so my mom and I are alone for the week. We have a brand new thing of Mint Chip icecream in the freezer, popcorn, and more DVDs than we can count so I guess you could call it celebrating... :D

Yesterday I got the Friends Scene It? game and that is tons of fun, if not too easy.

Wish me luck that I get the In-N-Out job, it pays very well (far better than let's say McDonalds) at $9.00 an hour.

I like to plan things; when I was about ten I began to print out a newspaper solely written by your's truely and then pass it out between my mom, dad, and grandma; one Easter I planned an "Easter Smash" with prizes and an egg hunt. It really turned out to be a smash since that day my mom badly sprained her ankle, so badly that it still hurts... 

I have another big idea and I don't know what to do with it. It's overwhelming, so much so that I think about it quite often. It's turned from a dream, built up in my imagination, to something I want so badly that I think that it is probable that it could happen. I'm hesitant to tell you all, since, yes it involves all of you, and I hate the idea of being shot down. 

  

Well, things have taken a really big turn in my daily life. First, I'm going to give you a short background story. I swear it isn't too long.

There are three things that I truely hate in this world. The people who decided it would be a good idea to turn some jet airplanes into missiles, the main man behind the idea, and late night calls. My Grandpa (mom's dad) had been gone for quite some time now, about four-five years I think, and I was never close to him. He smoked for years and got emphysema, he was on oxygen 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, well you get the picture.

One night we get a call around 12 o'clock at night and it's my uncle (mom's brother) saying that my grandma had called 911 and my grandpa was being taken to the hospital. He was already gone. Massive heart attack. This was years ago.

We got another late night call again, last night. It was my grandma (mom's mom) and she was having chest pains. She’s had a bad cold for about a week and a terrible cough. We think that the strain of coughing (she had had a coughing spasm right before the pain started) caused her to have a heart attack (or about to have one). So at 10 o’clock at night my mom rushed to her house and then took her to the emergency room. They were there for ages but then they took her to another hospital (it’s in a bigger city than the one we live in) about 30 miles away. When mom came home it was about 2:30 am.

Thank God though right now she’s okay. The doctor says that the outcome should be excellent. They checked her heart and there is damage but it’s relief to find that her arteries are in no way clogged, so they are nice clean arteries. She’s about to turn 80 and she’s the type of person you want to be at that age, snappy dresser, in relatively good health, looks ten years younger than most women her age. And she doesn't act her age either (not that she acts like a kid or anything).

I'm very close to her and it was somehow a shock to find out that something like that could happen... Sure I know that someday she's going to go but that seems so far into the future, not the present...

It's been a long, tiring day. Back and forth between home and the hospital and last night me and my mom got only about four hours of sleep... Hopefully tonight will be a bit more peacefull.