Friday April 29, 2005

Well, I finally picked a major. I went with psychology. I still find it very interesting, and I seem to do well in the area. I got an A in my intro psychology course despite it being rather difficult, if I do say so myself. I'm on course to get an A in intro to sociology too, which is like psychology on a macro level. But that class is downright simple. I know you don't make a lot with just a bachelors degree in psychology (average: roughly $30,000/year), so I think I'll keep going. A masters is only a year and a half more schoolin'. Then I can make quite a bit of money. I don't know how much further a doctorate is, but I'd be interested in going that far if it isn't insanely difficult and/or another four years of school.

But anyway, I now have a goal to work toward. I think my grades will begin to improve now that there's something specific that I'm trying to achieve. Since my GPA is a solid 3.0 right now and looking to go higher after this breeze of a semester (finals don't start for me until next Monday but I've already locked down two As), improving even more will make me a pretty damn good student.

My sister has gone out of town. Her friend's grandfather died, so she went with her to the funeral for support. The funeral is someplace about a nine hour drive from here. She'll be gone until Monday or Tuesday. That means her big bitch of a dog that whines as loud as a police siren when she leaves will be home whining as loud as a police siren because she left. He began that this morning when everyone went their separate ways for the day, except me who he never realizes is home because I'm not directly in his line of sight. For an hour and a half he went off every fifteen or twenty minutes while I was in bed until I threw him outside and went back to sleep.

When I got out of bed at about 1 pm, he was back in the house and soaking wet. I guessed that someone gave him a bath when they came home for lunch; probably Rocky. There was dirt in the bathtub, so I felt my suspicions were confirmed. That was until my Mom called me to tell me how angry at me my sister was. Apparently Kobe (the dog in question), did get soaked outside somehow. It didn't look as though it rained, however. I saw no puddles, the ground wasn't damp, and her other dog, Rowdy, who I actually like, was dry as a bone. And he's known for loving rain to the point that he runs around in it and goes hog wild every time a drop falls from the sky. Apparently, Kobe doesn't have enough sense to get out of the rain and instead turned some light sprinkles into a head-to-toe soaking. Was he cross-bred with a sponge? I don't know, but probably.

My sister was mad because she just had the little asshole groomed and given a flea and tick dip, or something like that. I hate people who take such great care of their pets. They're animals, for crying out loud. They belong outside, they want outside, from my experience they like to smell bad, they don't mind fleas and ticks, and baths are pure torture to them. Taking care of one in such a way seems extravagant to me and displays an out-of-whack sense of priority, especially since neither my sister nor her husband are even currently employed. Anyway, Rocky came home for lunch, discovered the dog *gasp* outside(!!!!) and told on me. He called my sister who called my mom who called me.

I don't feel bad, though. If she doesn't want the dog outside, she needs to break him of his whining ways, stay home with him, take him with her everywhere she goes, keep him outside all the time, or pay me to baby-sit. I feel no remorse for wanting to sleep in on a day off. If he's going to whine so loud he can't hear you yelling at him to shut up and continues to do so every fifteen minutes from 7:30 am until you return, I'll put him outside every morning. I'm damn sure not going to get out of bed when everyone leaves and let him lay in my lap on the couch because that's what he prefers. Ugh.

As I said earlier, finals start on Monday. Actually, they started today, but I didn't have one. Since bowling and Life Wellness are both in the books (the two As I mentioned earlier), that only leaves four to go. Three of those four are currently As, as far as I know, and will stay As unless I have a meltdown on a final exam. The one that isn't an A is biology, of course. Through some miracle, I can make a B in that class still. All I have to do is make about a 79 on the final. It's funny how the classes that I consider dropping actually turn out far better than I thought or at least result in a solid B. I guess a good scare makes for a fine motivator, and I need a kick in the pants from time to time.

I won't count it a B just yet, though. I've only made a B on tests in there two of four times this semester. The second time I only made it with the help of three or four bonus points. It's only because of a decent lab grade that I still have a shot at pulling off a B.

I'm going to stop there. The entry is long enough as it is.