#08262019

daily wrap up ☆ august 26, 2019

✎ 08.26.2019 // today I read two chapters and applied for my 2020 practicum! hello, productivity? is that you???

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The other part of this answer, a “thing” to cuddle, would have to be a dog. I have a soon to be 10-year-old Boxer named Tytus and he is forever a cuddle-hound. When the dog jumps in bed at night and he lays with his head on my chest, I feel very loved and secure. It starts off sweet and relaxing, then by 3 A.M. we are a twisted mess of dog, human and blankets strewn about the bed- but it’s nice while it lasts.

Today is the first day of the new school semester of where I officially start my program. I feel a little concerned since I don’t know exactly what I got myself into. I haven’t really look at the classes I’m taking. I just kind of signed up for them. I hope for the best. But before I even begin to read the syllabus I want to take a moment to express how I feel. Last night was the first time my mother heard me call her a bitch. And I didn’t deny it when she questioned it. Yes, she was mad. But I think that she deserved it at the moment. She was very moody and called the soonbudu jjigae I made trash. I even made a cheesecake that day and she ate it behind my back and called it ugly and just threw the knife on top of my cheesecake with a face of dissatisfaction. I was really irritated with the way she acted last night. Very child-like. I say this every time, but I don’t think she is mature enough to be a mother. I feel that there are often times than not that I am more mature than she is. I even thought about it for a long time last night if what I did was wrong. My mind didn’t waiver. I knew what I said had to be said. A scenario of me threatening to kill myself even came across my mind. How awful. I think that you’re a bad mother if your child even thinks about killing themselves because of you. The thought of it made me tear up in bed this morning. But I stopped myself after a few moments since I remember I can’t be this way for the first day of school. Was not a preferred way to start off the first day of school, but life goes on. I feel a little better expressing how I feel. Now I can start my classes. Best of luck to me!