I've decided to keep the baby and Josh has conveniently misplaced himself. For all I know, he OD'd on heroin and is lying in some alley up north. That's be an approvement, anyway.
I'm exceptionally busy in terms of school because all this graduation stuff is starting to weigh down on me, added to the fact that I'm fifteen weeks pregnant. God, I have to finish my Christmas shopping for mom, dad, Adam and Madeline. NOT TO MENTION the fact that I have two huge papers due next week and an ultrasound as well. Oh well. Life has decided to throw everything at me from one direction. Nifty.
God, why do I always wait so long in between hair-trims? It's been seven months and my split ends are crying to be cut off, but I ignore them. I may be broke as all hell, but by god these will be gone soon. It may be a suicidal attempt, cut by my own hands BUT WHATEVER. I hate shapeless blobs of hair; they look atrocious. Almost worse than... STRETCH MARKS? Not there yet, folks but methinks we shall enter that territory soon.
Note the lack of face because of said hair situation.
We've started looking into the adoption process but I told them firmly I want another two weeks before I even think of meeting potential couples. Adam says he wants a gay couple to adopt the baby... I think that's a nifty idea.
Surrogates was sufficiently creepy. Suffice to say I would probably revolt if the government thought that was a good idea, haha. No robots, keep people! Plus, how would people get pregnant? And would STDs exist? And if you cut yourself as a robot, would it bleed or leak that green goo stuff? So many questions!
A sociology paper on human trafficking, a religion debate on capital punishment, an English essay on Wuthering Heights. It's going to be a ton of work, but what makes it easier is the fact that I care about all three issues. :) I mean, why else am I going to major in human rights?
It's been muggy outside so my straight hair has this untamed wave to it at the bottom. I can't decide if I like it or not, but what also gets my goat is the fact that my straightener is on the fritz (it always does around this time of year, and each time I buy a new one) but this better not happen again. This thing cost 200 bucks and I honestly can't afford another one right now.
Keeping baby. Josh doesn't give a damn, but I'm sure when May rolls around, he might feel a slight twinge of sympathy. Either way, I think I can raise this kid on my own. Financial aid for university, heeeere I come.
I think right about now, it's the equivalent of a peanut that looks similar to a mutated rat? I was never that awesome in biology.
I'm not sure if I should text him, or call him, or ask to meet him to tell him. I'm actually trying to block the whole situation out of my mind. Ahhh.
Today I bought a purse from H & M and four headbands to wear. People say it's because of Gossip Girl (which I don't watch) but I just can't be bothered to get a haircut and these keep my bangs out of my eyes.
I work 7.30-5.30 on Friday, but apparently 5-9 as well. I have to get that rechecked with a manager and there is no way in hell I am working 14 hours. Ten hour shifts are enough, thanks.