"I never thought I was an only one, I never had setting in the sun, My dancing baby was a seeking gun. You had a hand and it was loneliness, And all I wanted was you, oh, you. -Starfucker

I'm home, and I have vet class in a half an hour. Homework, oh joy. This is me not doing it.
My loving boyfriend, David, was sweet enough to buy me this really cool vintage ring from a small antique shop in Wrightwood. I can't believe we had to leave already, the town was so mellow. And we still haven't gone into all the small little shops!!! They are all so indie, I love it.

Okay, I'm leaving for class. Back in HOURS.

I'm back, we have an exam next class. Yay for knowledge and studying.
So far the class is actually quite entertaining. Everyone in our class really ranges in personality. We have the group of heavy set woman who tend to state a lot of mindless questions and comments, and then we have a couple of happy-go-lucky older women who are taking the class just for the hell of it (also because they have a lot of cats), then the hand full of colorful scemo chicks who wave the Hello Kitty banner of life (For those of you not knowing what a scemo is: Scemo is a emo or emotionally distraught confused person who is also following the "scene" crowd which tends to listen to The Devil Wears Prada and be absolutely obsessed with Hello Kitty.)And then there is the group of normal high school students (I fall into this category)who struggle to not fall asleep. OH, and there's this really tall black guy... I don't know his story.
Our teacher is this really bubbly woman who is funny in the sarcastic "I'm funny, but I'm not" kind of way. She sometimes brings this HUGE, and I mean huge, Irish Wolfhound to class.
Her name is Falana, she likes me.
The dog, I mean.