Hey, there she is.

i'm about to sell my soul to my new job, attempting to get on the deans and or presidents list even if its my last semester, and my new little lion dog Mr. Mumford. while this is going to be hell, time consuming, and full of tears, my main goal here is to find a sense of pride and accomplishment in it all. 

My new dog, Mumford, come out of nowhere. I was not prepared but luckily i had a lot of resources within my reach. My promotion was sudden and exciting but came with a realization of time commitment and fear. My grades have always been improving since I got into college but Ive never gone far enough to get onto the deans list and thats a huge goal for me next semester. 

For most 21 year olds, this life seems like boring, repetitive shit. To me, it seems like the best life to live. Dedicated and full of hope. Thats what youth should be about, not drinking until 3 in the morning and then puking the whole next day. I'm finally ready to look at my future and really have a chance with it. Im ready to be responsible and be in love with my life. I have a great apartment that I take a lot of pride in, a great relationship, two great dogs, two great jobs and I am on the right track in school. Who could honestly complain? Not me, anymore.

IM ABOUT TO FUCKING ROCK THIS SHIT.  (and if i fall back on this, cuntpunt me. plz n' thx.)