Tough News

I wasn't sure how to title this particular blog, or even how to write about it. I overheard a coworker of mine talking today about the death of his daughter's friend. To be honest, she didn't just die; she was killed by her father. She was also five years old. From what I heard, her father is a Marine who suffers from Post Traumatic Stress, and he snapped because she pooped in her pants. I don't know if I believe the PTSD deal with this guy; the few individuals I know who have been diagnosed with it are usually affected by loud noises and surprises--not defecation.
I won't go into detail about how he killed her, and I don't know really what else to say here. I just don't know about people sometimes.

Not everybody is workin' for the weekend

Some of us work on the weekend. I was called in to work on Saturday and Sunday. I didn't mind; we were having a base exercise (no big deal) and I knew I would be called in. However, when I left work on Sunday (at about 4pm) I didn't expect to go back to work until 6am the following day. So when I received a call at about 1am Monday morning, I was a little confused. I had just started to fall asleep, and the interruption was kind of aggravating. Fortunately, it was just a coworker asking a question, so no big deal. Then an hour later, I get a call to go into work because I need to be there since apparently I'm the only one who can handle this part of the exercise. I get into work at 3am, and don't leave until 3pm.
I spent all of that time at work to basically just supervise and run damage-control, which is odd because I'm one of the most inexperienced and lowest ranking members in my squadron.
I don't mind putting in extra hours WHEN IT IS NECESSARY TO GET THE JOB DONE. I do mind being forced to spend time doing a job anyone else who is currently at work could do. I like working, I like responsibility, but I don't like sitting at work in a sleepless-induced daze just because someone thought I should be there. Thankfully, I got some studying done; otherwise, Monday was just a wasted day.

Yep, It's Dead

Don't worry about the title--I'm just talking about two of my toenails. My second toes (the toes next to the big toes) are the longest toes I have. Some people believe this is a sign of leadership, but for me it is just an inconvenience. Let me tell you why...
I like to run. Actually, I hate running, but I like the way I feel afterward. This is especially true for when I do sprints. However, my second toes don't like sprints; the action of running on the balls of my feet forces my toes to the front of the shoe. In turn, this causes my second toes' nails to eventually turn black and fall off. It's gross, I know, and I'm sorry. But imagine how I feel watching my toenails turn black and die. A part of my body is actually turning an unhealthy color and falling off. I don't like it--it's just wrong!
So I'm going to try another form of interval training in hopes this will take the load of my feet. Sprinting is still the best work I can get to improve my overall run time, but my toes need a break.

Sorry for lapsing with the posts...

Hi everyone!

Sorry it has been awhile since I have been on here. I get all caught up in the day to day and then I find out it has been a month since I have posted anything.

I started my second year of law school. It is just as much work as last year, but the professors aren't as mean. The subjects are a little more interesting too. I also am writing an article for independent study credit. I'm the co-president of the gay group at school. I think I have taken on too much at school. I have been feeling really overwhelmed this past week at school. I haven't read for any of my classes and I am really behind.

The student group thing is fun mostly. Although there is a board game night tonight and this one girl expects a ride. It's kind of annoying that I have to give people rides. I hate that. I don't have money to run everyone all over creation. And, the board game thing is going to be in Brooklyn. That is like an hour and a half away from home for me already. So that will be 2 hours driving there and 2 hours back home if I give out rides. It's a little ridiculous.

I also have to pick something up at the FedEx. It's a package of materials for an event i organized on Monday. They left a note that said pick up after 6pm. But I have to leave at 5:45pm to go to the board game thing. I guess I will call and see if I can pick it up tomorrow.

I am also a student ambassador. So I have to trek into Manhattan tomorrow to this law school forum. I have to wear a suit and tell people how awesome my school is (even though it isn't). And the silliest part of the story is that I volunteered to do all this. I get excited about doing things and then I don't realistically think about how much time it takes and how much time I need for other things.

So with all the things I have to do... I've decided the best thing to do is to watch a movie and write on the blog.

:)

I'm watching Dr. Zhivago.

So I've been feeling some anxiety this week about my obligations. I guess that is normal since I have taken on too many projects. It is very taxing though. I think my new motto should be "no way, haven't got time." That is what I will keep in mind next week.

I have to catch up on my reading for class.

Beach day with the dogs

I volunteer at an animal shelter every Saturday, and am fortunate to have a supervisor who volunteers with me. It's odd calling it an animal shelter since it is mostly made up of dogs who are abandoned by owners who either don't want to PCS with the dogs or find it too inconvenient to spend the time to train these dogs. They are all good pups, but some do need some training. I have two favorites who are kennel mates, and they love water. My supervisor and I take them on a path where there is almost always a puddle for them to play in, and of course they gravitate to those puddles. I'm trying to coordinate a day where I can get a couple of volunteers to take a few (or all) of the dogs to an animal-friendly beach for some fun in the sun. These dogs desperately need a good home, and it kills me to think that they won't get it because most of them are over a year old. I love puppies, but these dogs are still young and need to know someone cares about them. Some of them are scheduled to be flown back to the states to a no-kill shelter so their chances of being adopted are better. Unfortunately, being a non-profit organization means they always need donations. I wish more people were willing to donate some time, money, or even a bag of dog food.

Where ya been?

I feel like I haven't been on here in SOOOO long but it's only been about 9 days. What, you guys think it's okay to have a life and not check in too? :D

Um, I am about to go update my personal blog. If ya'll err interested, hop on over and check it out.

Hope you are all doing well! We need some updates.