Mike is rad.

I'm very indecisive, I probably should have emphasized the word VERY.  For example yesterday my roomie and I couldn't decide if we wanted a medium bbq chicken pizza or a large.  Who doesn't like leftovers.. but then again we're getting cheese sticks...so.... oh jeeez.... We had to choose by picking odds or evens. Gawl, I swear its an illness.  (ps. we ended up getting a medium.)

Point being, I'm a sophmore in college right now... soon to be considered a junior.  And within these two years I went from being at Northern Michigan University my whole freshman year ---> Fall semester at JCC ----> Winter semester [back] at Northern Michigan University----> Fall Semester 2010 at ?????.      

Holy crap about going 8 hours away from home, to home, to 8 hours again.  And within that process I lost some scholarships for not going to NMU for "consecutive semesters" blah blah blah whatever... it's "just money".   The whole reason I chose to not come back the beginning of this school year was somewhat simple... was pondering on becoming a teacher & I didn't really want to spend $14,000+/- to be in  Northern's teaching program to find out that I h-a-t-e it and in result have those credits go to waste since they don't exactly work for any other major.  Thankfully found out at JCC that I do NOT want to be a teacher, after taking an "Exploring Edu..." class that was stressful as Hell and I ended up withdrawing from =O.

After weighing the pro's and con's of coming back up here, with much help from Mike-- it was evident that Northern had more cons then staying home. But for some reason I chose to step out and go back anyways.  So here I am, laying in my bed in my dorm room, staring out the window as it continues to snow.... glancing at my calender of how many days left until I can go h.o.m.e for spring break.  

I think I wanted to come back so I wouldn't wake up everyday asking "What if I would have stayed there?" "...I missed out on so many memories."   I felt like with this being the last semester to be(required) to live in the dorms, I should take this opportunity to live the college life.  But that's just the thing.  Being home for the summer plus however many months, really took me out of this scene.  Partying isn't all that it was last year.  I'm not trying to say that I am soooo mature now & just too good for any of this.  I just wanna be home. 

I had it made at home.  Had two seperate babysitting jobs that consisted of watching two, two year olds.  A little boy named Jack, and Mike's cousin Lillian.  And those were the best jobs, they said and did the cutest things.  Between making "Pet rocks" with Jack, and playing "chase" as I taught him Addison School's theme song (well what I knew of it...)  to watching Lillian spin in circles for (litterally) a half hour at times.  Golf cart rides and sitting her on her Grandpa's big blue tractor as we pretended to honk the horn.   =) Gosh I miss these kids so much.  Jack: "....But.... I don't want you to go to college...."   =(

With my love for children, and at the end of changing my major probably 6 times... I just want to own my own daycare when I "grow up" (the years are flying by) except you don't need a college degree.... so.....

But I'm making the best of being up here.  I get along with my roommate really well & we both have the hobby of collecting pop cans. (We return them, it's not like we have a shrine or anything)  Ps. Last week we took back $34.40 worth of cans chaaaaaachinnnng!  

I think of most of all I learned to not make decisions based on anyone else.  I think I was so worried about letting people down by not coming back here, with all the times I had indecisively changed my mind and gone back and forth.  And yet those are the people that I never spend time with, let alone see.  That's a whole 'nother blog in itself.

I have a lot of ideas of how next year will be.  I think people will be up for a surprise.  Giggity giggity. 

toots ma' goots errbodyy.

p.s. I dyed over my highlights the other day.  Not bad for $3 hair dye =O