He's Definitely Got Personality

My little one may not have a name yet (although I'm determined to hold out for Joshua Steve) but he definitely has personality. I don't know what color his hair is or the color of his eyes, but I can already tell that he is just as stubborn as me. For example, he seems to have taken up camp right underneath the right side of my rib cage. Trust me...its as comfortable as it sounds. Occasionally I give him a gentle nudge to see if he'll move to the other side, and the response I get is a not so gentle nudge right back. I already cant tell him what to do:) A bit of a trouble maker like his daddy? Yep! Example 2: when ever I decide it's break time from studying or time for bed and I lay down, he takes that as his cue to have a party in my belly...again... its as fun for me as it sounds. He continuously does somersaults and kicks in every which way, sending pain shooting down my back accompanied with the immediate urge to pee. Know that's what I call relaxation! Once I get back to work, he goes right back to sleep. When your mother says that you will end up with a kid that is just like you, she's not lying. Lets just hope that mine and Devon's moms are right cause if he's like us, he's gonna be a doll...ok...more like a little trouble maker who knows just what smile to flash to get away with it;)

School is for Losers

I have decided that school is for losers. Now dont get me wrong. I am all for getting an education and a college degree, but it comes with a price... being a loser. Exhibit A: myself. My typical day revolves around when I go to class and how much studying I have to do. I spend more time at school and in the library than I do at home or with friends. Wait. What friends? I dont have time for friends. The only time I get to be social is...you guessed it.. at school. I talk to my dog more than I talk to any person, and that's only because he's naughty and I have to yell at him all the time (refer to "Zeus" if you think I am being too harsh). My bed time is at around 10 o'clock. Pretty sure the 75 year old man that lives next to me stays up later than that. Even if I do stay up past midnight it's because I am cramming for a test, not because I am involved in a raging house party. The conclusion is simple... I live in the library, I dont have a social life, I talk to my dog more than I do humans, and I go to bed before most of the elderly in the community. Last time I checked, that is the definition of a loser:)