Summer school is ruining my summer...

Do you remember when you were in high school and you decided to do summer school  because it was easier and it was an easy A, and an easy way to get extra credits. Yeah well...college doesn't exactly follow that concept. I just completed week 2 of summer school which consists of english (online), US history, and Yoga. Yoga is amazing, forgot how much I love it :)History on the other hand...is a nightmare. It's an 80 minute class and their usually 50, the extra 30 minutes just kills meeee! The class is taught by an old guy....who literally stands in one spot the whole class period, and just rambles on and on...and on. I've lucked out of having pretty decent instructors at SCC but this guy is just terrible. We only have class 3 days a week, a test every Thursday and we go through 2 chapters each week. Just trying to tell myself..I'm halfway through then we will have a different instructor the rest of the qtr.

We are reading 3 different books in English; Dracula, Lord of the Flies, and Wuthering Heights. Each book comes with about 20 pages of lecture notes, a 100 pt exam, then a paper about the book due a week after you take the exam on it. Thank goodness my instructor is the same one I had for English 101, and she is an easy grader and cool lady.

On other news...So many other things have been going on and I kind of don't know where to begin. I need to sort out my thoughts then I'll update a bit more after I get home from work tomorrow.

I'll leave you with some cute pictures I ran across...

Have a good night everyone!

((haha this is kind of true...))

i used to be the sweetest girl ever, 
until i found out being the baddest bitch was better.

If that is a really tattoo on her finger...I can't imagine how bad that hurt but I love it, so cute! 

((oh and this..))

Lesson Learned..

i've had the nice boys, 
the ones who would drop whatever they're doing 
to run to macdonalds and get me a cheeseburger, 
the ones who bring you flowers 
when you have cramps. 
but i also had the boys that are complete assholes, 
who probably used me for sex, 
and who were just someone to have fun with. 
but to be honest, 
i'd chose the jerk everytime.



the best way to not get your heart broken,
is to pretend you don't have one.