I finished my mid-term for Personal Business 30 minutes late due to references, but we are allowed to submit two assignments late, however, I am apparently confused about some things regarding structure. I thought we were following APA guidelines as instructed, but there are some other rules. A lot of things aren't clearly explained in internet courses. I've also got a financial accounting mid-term today, which I am not looking forward to.
Bêlit got spayed recently, and it has been tough for her. She can't run or jump at all, which she loves to do, so we have to keep her in her cage with the big plastic collar on her. She starts puppy classes just as she gets her staples out, on the 19th. I hope she does well, I worry she will get kicked out for being to spazzy about the other dogs and people.
Chauncey and I are planning a Halloween party and already have costumes. I am going to make mini cupcakes and mini sugar cookies with icing. I am stoked about this and have been buying all sorts of accessories to do this. I even got some edible markers to draw on the icing. Here's the recipe for the cupcakes (with a link to their icing,) and a recipe for the cookies and their icing. Notice edible markers have been used to draw stitching on some of the cookies, as well as other designs.
I'll make some punch too. Probably something cidery. Though my friend Robby discovered this incredible whipped cream vodka that would be great to use.
Sometimes life is so frustrating for me. I know I'm not living up to my full potential. But I get to this line, and I just stop giving anymore than that. I know I have more to give, I just don't know where to pull it from. A lot of it I think has to do with my break down that got me on disability. It's like part of me died and I no longer am capable of pushing myself to the point of losing it, and my mind won't let me go beyond a certain "safe zone". Unfortunately the safe zone is too safe. I need to be able to give more. Maybe I am just making up excuses, it's hard for me to really tell. I have the desire though, but the drive just goes away after a certain level of stress. I enjoy learning, I enjoy succeeding, I don't want to fuck this up. I wish I knew what I could do to get my ass in gear. Just keep trying harder I guess. It's been a learning process, and three internet courses was biting off more than I could chew for just starting.
I don't mention politics overmuch in this journal, mostly because I feel I rarely have anything particularly insightful to say. Other people have said it better way before me. And all of them were better educated. I am a strong communist, but my time frame for communism to take place is rather long, and not in the foreseeable future. I want thinks to work better and help to come to the poor more than just accomplishing goals towards my political beliefs.
Lately, there's this poor old homeless woman living in a van in the publix parking lot in Riverdale with her dog. I assume she might have had the option of putting her dog in a shelter and living in a nursing home where she would be neglected and abused, (and don't kid yourself, they are all like that, if you have a family member in one, go there all the time, ask questions, and watch the staff like a hawk.) Really though, what kind of choice are either of those for the end of her life. She complimented me on my hair, and seemed rather upbeat. I don't think I could smile if I were her. There just shouldn't be anyone homeless who doesn't want to be. She can't even collect foodstamps or SSI because she has no address to receive them at. We are going to give her a big bag of dogfood and a twenty next time we see her, though money has been tight for us. It is obviously a lot tighter for her. I always feel weird giving people charity, like they might be mad I assume they need it. I hope she doesn't feel that way. Chauncey and I really just want to help her.
This post has rambled on enough. Until next time! Oh! Here's a picture of the beast, as well.
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