`` Phlebotomy Potpourri ``

Bahaha. The intricate matters of my life, eh?

Currently, this is what's going on;

Well, that was very entertaining. 8D
Now I see why everyone loves ms paint sillyness. Hahah.

My laptop's broken. It's been broken for a year and a half, now.

But, actually.

Hahah. The fan was just screaming at me after its perpetual month-long silence. Of course, not too much I can do, since it's broken and all. Take it in, maybe? Maybe not. Don't feel like it. Nor do I have the money.

BUT I'LL GET A NEW ONE! Hahaha.

Onto number two [ top-right panel ].

My mom's school is this medical, vacational vocational university.

I've been "interning" / "working" there and all. And I've mentioned it a few times in this here blog. Well, seeing as how it's practically mine, I've got to tend to it and all. My mom's best attempt at getting me into the medical field are these:

[ No, I'm not drawing another MS Paint Sillyness. ]

. . .

Okay, maybe I am.

So, at first, I was really lazy and didn't color it. But then I realized that it it looked really weird without my hair, shirt, and tie. 

So, yeah. A Pharmacy Technician Class [ I got too lazy to fill out the rest of the "Technician" ], and an entrusting tie that reads "Boss" with Spongebob's face on it.

No, she didn't actually give me a tie, but it's basically the same thing.

The course is, like, eight weeks, and it's pretty much a guarantee for a pretty good outlet of a job. On campus, I'm sure people will be in need of meds and stuff, but if they've employed specialists for that, even better. I'll find a job somewhere else in the town. And, of course, having the certification helps even when I'm out of college and ready to get out into acting.

Because, you know, actors need medicine too.

All of them are crazy.

And the boss tie.

If you can read on my tie, it reads "D. Shmellow", the name Goldie gave me when she made me a while ago.

That sounds so weird. Just. Here.

This. Remember it?
I remember she added an egg for Easter.
Good times. =]

So, yeah. My paint skills aren't nearly as good as hers, obviously, but you'll have to make due.

Anyway, the tie is a metaphor for the responsibility of the school. Like, when she retires, it's all on me.

I said that before, but, y'know, it's kind of a big deal, whether I like it or not.

So, we're gonna start small. With this PT class, I can go into college, get myself through with the smaller expenses while she hammers out the remainder of the tuition [ hopefully my FASFA crap gets sorted out ].

THEY'RE SMILING LIKE IT'S EASY.
IT'S NEVER THAT EASY.
KAUDHFFJIAHANJ

...

Yeah.

And, with me out of college, I can teach her classes and help her while being a board member or something like that. And then I'll boot her out so she can fly to Jamaica and I get stuck dealing with what she left behind.

Love you, Mom.
8D

Anyway. Next would be Pandora Radio.

If you haven't noticed that there hasn't been mention of a song yet, well, thanks. Means that you pay attention to these things a lot, eh? Thanks. Yeah, no. Just sit there and think about what you were just about to tell yourself.

"Oh, I do pay attention!"

What was the song in the last one?

No. Don't cheat. Don't go and open another tab or scroll down. No-- You did it anyway, didn't you?

I hate you.
= - =


I don't mean it.
=]
<3


So, yeah. Pandora's my new best friend.

Yeah.... I didn't know how to break it to you.
Even though I say it, like, every time I talk to you. Hahahah.
And you don't seem to care. So. Thanks. </3

Anywho. Pandora's amazing.

Music Genome Project.

They said something about it, and I found it a bit interesting, but I'm on a MS Paint Binge right now. Hahah.

. . .
Yeah. Maybe I should stop.
. . .

Not in the slightest.
. . .
Where was I going with this?

So, yeah. Pandora's fantastic. If you haven't already, go run and check it out. You won't find any need for, like, anything else in your life ever.

. . .
I have way too much time on my hands. Bahahah.

NEXT.

My life.

Okay, I'm done drawing pictures.....

Yet I still have Paint open. Haha.

-closes-

So. Yeah.

It's been, like, crazy as of late. And I don't even have school anymore. Well, like, High School-school. Yano? Whatever. Just going through all of my "feels", as my friend Stephanie calls them.

Okay.
NOW.
I'm done.
I swear.

So, yeah. My little brother's graduating from the Fourth Grade of my Elementary School tomorrow. =D
He asked if he could wear my grad cap.
I told him to get a life.
8"D How sweet.

[ That would have been a perfect MS Paint moment, right there. ]

But, no. I actually pondered it. And I was like, "Ehh, #yolo."

And then an awkward silence befell the car.

I continued to drive happily. I disliked it when people talked. = - =;; Especially people who were people.

No, I'm kidding.

. . .
>___________>

He's reading this now.
Very... interesting. Anyway.

Where was I?

Oh. Yeah. Life.

It's just, yeah. Really weird. A lot of things have been going wrong left and right. My mom's office is in shambles, struggling to stay afloat and all the niceness. But we're our own pillars, as much as I may disdain the idea, because we were the foundations from which it was constructed. We're not bettering just our own selves, but impairing our financial statuses to help the world.

How noble.

But, something interesting came from our lovely receptionist, whose daughter is also graduating tomorrow, from the Fifth Grade.

"You know what I've been told? It always gets worse before it gets better."

- Lubby, the lovely receptionist.

That woman's awesome. Probably one of my favorite receptionists yet, and my mom seems really fond of her, so she may be a keeper~!

But, yeah. With my mom disheveled, having to deal with it all on her own and such, she's been lashing out at everyone and everything. She has to realize that it's not really that healthy, especially in her state of incessant insanity - I swear the lady's got too many loose gears. But she's doing what's best for her business, and what's best for us.

As much as I may dislike what she tells me and expects me to do [ which are, at many times, completely different things ( the confusion of parents as a constant experience in our lives ) ] I couldn't stay upset with her while she taught our class of two people.

Fuh. This woman. Absolutely infuriating.

Regardless, she's my mom.

And just like she's come from walking barefooted and biting open soda bottles from her youth, I'll become a prosperous professional in all of my fields, as she has.

Not a Jack of all Trades, but a Master. Just a Master. Hahah.

I'm willing it.

She always says, "speak it into existence," so that's what I'm doing here.

Oh my God, Pandora, you are fantastic.

Be nice to your mothers. Hope you all had a nice Father's Day - for those who couldn't celebrate with their fathers, my blessings go out to you. Just consider those who haven't had the opportunity to experience many of the things with their fathers, and if you're one of them, then you're not alone. By no means do I aim to belittle anyone's filial complications, but I intend to prod you into turning to glance in the rear view mirror.

Look at where you've been, what you've been through.

It's all been worth it, every single second.

But who's got you through it?

Each meal, each nicely coordinated outfit you slip on in the morning or night?

Be sure to thank them whenever you've the time.

And smile.

I'll try myself. That's how you know I'm serious. Hahah.

YAYAYAYAYYA
<3
[ it was a special occasion. don't you hold me to my word! D< ]

My New Best Friend. Listen to him.

<3 ~ Monty.
=]