This week has been one huge emotional roller coaster after another. Sunny, the younger of my two Boxers, has been sick all week. She was eating a lot of grass, when she came across a lizard. I tried to get her away from the lizard, but she ended up eating the whole thing. I don't know if she thought it tasted like chicken, but the huge area of vomit she brought up after eating the lizard, that I had to clean up, was not fun to deal with at all. Sunny feels slightly better now that she threw up, but I'm still worried about her health.

Another thing that worries me is the fact that I'm starting to become like my mother. All this week I've had the TV on The Weather Channel, and I don't feel like changing it to Fox News Channel. Granted, I know that it's been hotter than the sun here in Maryland, but I wouldn't know such things without watching The Weather Channel.

It also seems that my tolerance for modern music is dropping as well. And can't seem to bring myself to change the oldies stations to 80's and 90's music. I've listened to 50's, 60's, and 70's music all week, and...I've found it very relaxing...

I got my paycheck today; as it turns out, I earned more last week than I thought I did. Which meant I would have the money to go shopping. I was looking for a pair of shorts and ankle-length socks, but unfortunately, I only found the latter and not the former.

I'm also feeling a bit nerdy today, so I have been looking up some information on piercing and tattoos. Did you know, that Egyptian Pharaohs had their navel pierced as a sign of supreme religious authority? Did you also know that a Hindu woman would pierce her left nostril to ease the pain of childbirth? I also found out, that the red dots Hindu Women wear can be for one and/or more things: to show the hidden eye of enlightenment, as a sign that a woman was married, and for beauty. I did not know any of this until I read up on it; all I knew was that Italian families pierce their daughter's ears at birth for beauty, and to tell if a baby is a boy or a girl. I was a late bloomer; I had my ears pierced in fifth grade, and the only recent addition is a new (fake) nose ring.

Speaking of nose rings, I need to go to a mall before I go to High Point and get a new (fake) nose ring. I hope to get a ring with some color and maybe a charm on it as well. Gold and silver hoops are nice, but I would like something new every now and then.

Speaking of High Point, we got a letter from the Admission Committee saying we have to appear before them on the 19th of August to decide if I can come back or not. Chances are, this is just a formality, and that my fate has already been decided...

Rant in 5...4...3...2...1...0

I enjoy working at Giant. I have good co-workers, I've met some nice people, and I enjoy the presence of my managers. Except for a few tense moments, work has been going very well for me this summer.

My managers, Christina, Joe, and Ben, are starting to get on my nerves. It's not because I'm lazy or anything, it's just that they're starting to treat me like a teen and not a 22-year-old. When I walk to work, I get a lecture from Christina, Joe, or Ben about how it's dangerous to be walking to work, and how if they had their way, I wouldn't have been hired unless I take some form of transportation. When I leave to go home, and sometimes I walk home, I get this lecture about how I shouldn't be walking home because I have to cross a busy road and if something happens to me, they'll get sued.

WTF! First of all, I've walked that road more times than anyone can ever imagine, and I STILL arrive to work on time and safe. Second of all, if I get hit because I'm not paying attention to where I'm walking, then Giant DOES NOT GET SUED! IT IS MY OWN DAMN FAULT FOR NOT PAYING ATTENTION! Third of all, I know that I try to earn my keep at Giant, BUT FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, DO NOT SEND ME HOME WITH THE STORE'S PHONE NUMBER TELLING ME TO CALL TO MAKE SURE I'VE MADE IT TO MY HOUSE SAFE!

I know I've said that some of my family members can be smothering, but these aren't family members. My parents say it's none of my managers' business how I get to work, but I can't exactly say to their faces that it is none of their business. If mom and dad don't have that luxury, than neither do I.

It has been hotter than Hell in Maryland this week. For the past three days we've had heat advisories in effect, and aroun 5:00 PM EST, the Weather Channel is calling for severe thunderstorms. Which means I've got to leave the libaray around 4:00 PM EST.

Still nothing yet from High Point. I keep getting offers for Finacial Aid and plans from the college president, but no letter saying if I've been allowed to come back. My God, why can't they just tell that I've been welcomed back, instead of all this crap about money and future plans for the university.

I need to get ahold of Torrent or someone who can give me another blog layout. I love this layout, but it's getting old, and I want something new. I don't want to ask anyone over the e-mail system, because I'm afraid that it will be seen as being rude and/or begging.

I just wanted to end this entry with a thought. A friend of mine at work, Sydney, says she can get me connections to some of those who like my work. I don't know if that's true or not, but at least people like my writing.

Well, much to my parent's dismay, I got myself a nose ring. I thought my parents would hit the roof, but they told me that I will have to live with the concequences.

Speaking of my parents, they'll be heading off to Florida for a bussiness trip. That means that I will be at home with Casey and Sunny. I might not be able to get on much next week, but I hope I'll be able to write down all the stuff that goes on.

BTW, my nose ring is fake. It may not be real, but I enjoy wearing it and then taking it out for work.

I must be on poetry kick or something, because I've just put out two new poems: When I'm Gone and Like Toy Soldiers.

Work has been going okay. My co-workers have been fussing about the walk I take to get to Giant, but I swear, if I hear one more thing about how I should not be walk out on a busy road that I've walked hundreds of times, I think I'm going to scream. They’re my co-workers for the love of all that is holy, not my parents.

I applied to get back into High Point this autumn. No word yet from Academic Affairs, but I hope they will allow me to come back. The package deal includes a part-time paid job, and I still hold out hope for one day, that I will able to go to an Anime Convention. Nothing solid as of right now, but as of late, life seems to be doing that to me.

After visiting my shrink on Monday, I finally got what I’ve always wanted to know: what my condition is in medical terms. If you wish to read more about my disability, then please click the following link: Pervasive Developmental Disorder

DORS went well on Tuesday. I’m glad I gave my parents the Power of Attorney over me, because mom came prepared, gave the lady that was reviewing my case all the papers she needed, and we got done in plenty of time to eat lunch at home. After lunch, I got dressed for work and pulled a six hour shift.

I don’t hate my job at Giant, but some of the people I bag for could really stand to use their brains every now and again. Most of the customers are good people, but others...well, you get the idea.

I’ll try to write tomorrow, if there’s anything to write about.

Well, I finally signed the documents that give my parents the Power of Attorney over me. I don’t regret it, but I know that this is just one step in a very long process. Tomorrow I go see my therapist about MAYBE going back to High Point, then I need to go to DORS Orientation, get a formal and exact diagnosis from my shrink, and then work with the High Point people to if I can go back. I’m going to have a busy week ahead of me, but the best I can do is to face it head-on.

Before anyone asks, yes I did hear about the attack in London. I’m not going to say anything about it in my blog, because the news is just getting old and repetitive. Everyday now, it seams, all you hear about is the missing girl in Aruba, the attacks in London, the missing children from Idaho, the fight over who the next Supreme Court Justice will be in place of Sandra Day O’Connor, and Iraq. I mean for the love of God, actually report some real news!

This week has been filled with lawyers, paperwork, work, doctor's appointments, and other such things, that it's beginning to feel like I can't take much more of it. My parents and I are having a lawyer draw up a power of attorney for me so that they can handle all the medical and government paper work that seems to be flooding our lives, High Point might take me back, if they formally diagnose me with a specific mental disability instead of the generic PDD, I have a new fan fiction poem out called Belong, and my future is still uncertain.

Torrent, Harry, I hate to disappoint you guys, but I don’t think I’ll be coming to Otakon this year. I’m dealing with so much that right now, I don’t know if I’ll be able to come or not. If I can talk Sarah and/or some of my other friends into going to a much smaller Anime Convention later in the year, then I might let you guys know. If not, well, I still don’t know what the future holds.