The agenda for this week.

So this week is going to busy as fucking hell. Here's the break down. =)

Today- Work, Midterms in two classes, spending some time with my dad and step mom (seeing as I live with them and never see them...), Finishing two essays for my classes.

Tuesday- More midterms (Yay?), Work, Getting everything I'll need for Wednesday's cake making and Thursday's wedding, Upload the two essays by noon, Yoga class, shave my legs and find my torn tights and jeans and see what I can do to patch them.

Wednesday- Luckily I am off, I have to drive up to small town. take my grandmother to the doctor, bake fill and decorate a wedding cake, Visit with my mom's family, pick up younger siblings from school, and a bachelorette  part (woo! let's get drunk!), making for what we can for the wedding the night before.

Thursday- Go up to avant with cake, set up for the wedding, Touch up cake if needed, hair make up of me bride's maid and bride, Wedding, Pictures, Get smammered..

Friday- sleep.

Week from HELL and it's only tuesday...

So here's what's up so far this week..

Missed my brother's play because I was waiting on a professor to take my paper. Like I walked in as everyone started clapping... =( Sad day.

So I went to go eat dinner with grandma and grandpa because they miss me. And it was a nice dinner aside from the list of reasons I should move back to small town... But it was nice.

I was running low on gas but I figured I could make it to the QT on the highway. I thought this because I have a tendency to run my car down to E. The scary "HOLY SHIT are we gonna make?" part of E. So I think I can make it... I get about halfway there and run flat outta gas. Like car won't move or rev. So I ended up pushing my car into the ditch by myself. Which wasn't really that hard other than I had cranked the wheel too hard and she went into the ditch pretty hard. (Poor Car) So I bundle up, thankful I always have extra jackets in my car. And walk the 3/4 a mile or so to QT. One car stopped but the driver looked like a Creeper so I declined their offer for a ride.
Luckily QT had a loaner can and I walked back to my car. When I have almost made it back to my car, a sweet little old lady stops and tells me she has help coming. I think that in a small town she probably recognized me or my car and call some relative. I get to my car and here come... Not one but TWO cop cars. Which in the long run was a semi-good thing because the gas can was stupidly designed.

Then I had to prove i wasn't drunk.... I wasn't.

Then I headed on my merry way back to Ttown and home... I got pulled over a block from home.........

Then today I have a message from an ex saying he's sorry and ect................


I SO dislike this week and it's only Tuesday...