Two steps forward ...

I have Paula Abdul stuck in my head and now so do you, my fellow readers.  
This will be a quick check in as I'm pretty tired and lagging in the wit department lately. 
It's funny, in my mind I was all like "I'm gonna write the most highhhhhlarious and witty and enjoyable blog ever, tonight!" And I'm all like "if zombies were attacking me to eat my brains, they'd just shuffle right along."
  "And I'm all like...."
Yep. Pretty much wraps up my mental capabilities.
Been an emotional roller coaster lately. Some crushingly bad news really knocked the wind out of my sails for a few days last week but I got back up again. 
Life happens. We roll with it. There aren't any magical cures or easy roads in life, there's just life and we deal with it. 
Mostly my news has been on the up and up, if not a bit frenetic in its pace. 

Let's see here... In no particular order, I have a pretty bad ass tattoo now 

I've wanted this since I was 18, in the army. It's pretty damn close to what I envisioned and I'm happy with it. Was a long four and a half hours and by the end of it my shoulder felt like raw hamburger but my artist said he was impressed with my pain tolerance. No wincing or whining. It helped that he had some classic '90s rap and hip hop for me to sing along to (badly). 
High praise I suppose. I'm happy with it. 
I wrote an exam In My usual fashion. 3 and a half hour exam done in just under 45 minutes. Test, aced. My 45 minute, B+ average exam timings work. No sense in stressing for the full time frame. Get in, do it, get out. Don't second guess, it can kill your confidence. 
Second job in construction aquired (with all that free time that I have).  I'm busy, in tired, I'm wanting to do so much more with less and less time. Also working on a portfolio for school due April 11th. 
Amidst all of this, trying to make time to write. Trying to find the energy to write. 

I love writing, but I'm cocky about my abilities which let's me be lazy. It's a disastrous habit that needs breaking.  I'll work on that. With all that spare time I have (rolling his eyes). 
  Also this!

This is Ghost. I call her Gozer and she responds to it so that's her nickname with me(watch ghostbusters to understand the reference and I reallllllly hope you caught my wordplay there).
She also likes to hang out on my shoulder. She's weird. 

Enough for now.  I'm writing in bed and this pillow...so soft...so lovely...

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