Behind the Inhaler Pt. 17

Been a while since I've done one of these...hmm. I'm on the fence as to whether I should comply with the prompt or go in blind. From personal experience going into anything blind doesn't usually have a positive outcome.

Speaking of blind! Have you heard that joke about Helen Keller's father? Yeah, neither has she. You're not the only one who can make jokes Mr. Potter! Of course mine isn't exactly "politically correct" but who decides what's "correct," and what isn't? One of the worlds great mysteries.

Speaking of mystery let's talk about my English grade. Seeing as I have yet to have a single paper handed back to be from this class I could potentially be failing, or worse have a B. A seemingly simple solution to this would be to log onto home access which for whatever reason refuses to allow me to log in no matter what I do.

With scheduling for Junior year just around the corner my anxiety level is through the roof. Not just because I want to take way too many classes, but I also have no clue where I want to go with my life. My usual response to "What do you want to be?" is "happy." Realistically I know "happy" doesn't pay, not in the way we need to survive at least. When I was younger I wanted to drive an ice cream truck, by younger I mean from the age of two to current. In second grade I wanted to be an archeologist! My life would be awesome! I'd dig up some old crap and get paid! It was in fifth grade when I found out most archeologist ended up in Turkey and then were sold into sex trades around the Middle East. Last year I got it in my head that I wanted to work in the field of psychology and  how effects and is effected by neurology. Prime example is schizophrenia which has currently been re-diagnosed to a nerve based psychological issue! The only issue with this being? Psychology is a dying degree and a very common one as well. Maybe I should just be a lawyer like my parents beg, or pull the old anti-feminist marry rich.

Look at this awesome saddle pad. Flamingos wearing sunglasses! Doesn't get much better than that, right? Well it's gone missing and I am thoroughly depressed.

What does this mean? It's starting to look like a triple rainbow! I took this in Lexington, I was very excited to experience my first double rainbow.

Peter has become the fatherly figure in Jester's life. For some reason he's recently taken a liking to dogs.