• Snow storm hit - 25 inches
• 2nd snow storm hit - 15 more inches
• I completely changed my major - major catch up on classes
• Boss fired a coworker, so now I have to fill in for them

All of that added together equals B-U-S-Y (and snowed in). BUT I am back and at full-force! So... without further ado, here's my vent-session: *consider yourself warned*

So today, yes today, marks the day that the "evil twin sister" is having her evil offspring. Fine by me - I do not want kids any time in the near/distant future. Hey, to each his own right?! But if the e.t.s (evil twin sis) feels compelled to get knocked up at the ripe old age of twenty and bring a kid into the world, more power to her - just don't involve me.

Now I know what you (and everyone else in the world) is thinking... "Omg, how in the world could she take out a stupid grudge on a child!" But the way I see it is this: child or no child, what's done is done, son.

It takes on a similar resemblence of (yeah, all comparitive stories fall apart at some point, so bear with) a man on death row (yeah, ok it fell apart quick, i know). The dude may have been a serial-killer-turned-angel BUT that don't change the fact that he done killed everybody 'n their brother! (forgive the southern slang... It only comes out when I'm trying to prove a point)

So today I'm going on my merry way... I was in such a happy mood that I happened noticed a poor retarded, crippled woman trying to make her way into Target shopping center and was more than happy to put my things aside and wheel her into the warmth of Target and all it's blissful glory. *pats self on back* When BAM, text from father saying "I know you don't want to, but will you please consider meeting up with your sister to see the baby? We'll even go out to eat after!"

Instant. Mood. Killer.

I thought it over.... "serial killer, Heather... serial killer." And responded "Dad, sorry. Wrong place and definitely wrong time." I thought it got my point across - STOP asking me! I DON'T WANT THE EVIL TWIN SISTER BACK. Let's digress...

• Meet up with creepers online... fine by me
• Meet online creepers in person... fine by me
• Steal car and run off with creeper... fine by me *unless she stole my car
• Get married to creeper... fine by me
• Get preggors with creeper's offspring... fine by me
• Meeting up with evil twin sis because daddy dearest wants to patch up a non-existent relationship... not fine by me

SO... you get the point, it's fine by me. Do what you want, when you want, how you want... BUT don't involve me. You wanted nothing to do with me then and I'm only returning the favor. (not you... the e.t.s.... i love you guys!)

We'll see what happens. Sheesh! I need a Starbucks mocha vent...i.