Attack of the small alien army

I woke up this morning with a start, I had started a blog last night. I had started something where I now ask myself... is that blog material? but seriously this morning I woke up and my first thought was : what am I going to be able to talk about today, and the next day, and the day after that.. lets just say I had a minor panic attack only to conclude it with the fact that I hardly ever stop talking so I can't run out of too many ideas.... I hope. Then I also realized that too many things happen to me, so problem solved.

for example last night, my room was attacked by mini aliens that no matter how many times I killed, seem to multiply in massive amounts and time. I am talking about those little black hard shelled aliens, aka... ants. My loyal and loving dog Ginger had decided that instead of eating her food at her bowl, she would carry her food in mouthfuls into my room and spit it on my carpet, and then walk away. She is 8 years old, or at least she has been 8  for the last 5 years since we got a note from the veterinarian saying... "GINGER IS NOW 8, TIME TO CELEBRATE" ... we haven't gotten another one since, so i'd like to think she is still 8. anyways i woke up thirsty , and searched aimlessly for water knocking over half the stuff on side table and almost knocking over my lamp as my limbs flew through the air in a lazy half asleep half thirst need for water, until I opened my eyes to find the only thing i hadn't knocked over had been , you guessed it ,  the water bottle. only to my horribly dry throats surprise the water bottle was empty forcing me to escape the warmth of my bed to quench my thirst. I walked to the kitchen, filled my water bottle,  then headed back to my room only to step on a pile of slimy dog food. gross, I know, I stepped in it. So after a momentary grossed freak out I washed my foot and started cleaning up the food until the army of ants descended on me. I was smacking my arm and floor and trying to kill every single one , but it seemed like each one I killed came back alive with a brother in tow. so it's about 4 in the morning and i'm clearly delusional and grossed out, i'm yelling at the ants " YOU SUCKERS YOU'RE GONNA DIE" while beating the floor with a shoe. it wasn't until 3 mintues later I realized we have a vacuum. So I turned that thing on and sucked the life out of that army of ants. The AA, army ants, if they could scream, screamed tiny screams of terror as i reigned down on them taking them out, but of course not before I said, "SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!" so I got that cleared up , drank my water and got back into bed. 

the culprit: Ginger

 needless to say Ginger slept through all of that.

 Four more days until I start school again. I am not looking forward to that. I had approximately a three week summer since I took some summer classes. I  am attending a junior college right now, which i cannot wait to get out of but am already stressing about apply to all the other schools! I am excited about that and nervous, i feel like I'm a junior again coming back from summer and everyone asking if I had started to apply yet, and I hadn't.... talk about stress! You know I hate when you email teachers and they don't respond to you, its like the worst, especially if you haven't even met the teacher yet and so they think you are trying to suck up to them, WHICH I'M NOT! my class explanation just doesn't have a time or class room to which and when I should attend, so i kindly emailed my teacher asking for some details .... 3 days ago and still haven't gotten a reply! can I just say...RUDE! but seriously I asked another teacher for advice and haven't gotten an email back and lets just say it's been a month. extra rude. 

I need a job! like a serious working job so I can have money and finally buy that cardigan from Nordstrom that I have been drooling over...and my traffic school ...... Which was totally not my fault for getting!!! ....okay well maybe a little bit my fault...I don't have a birthday coming up , christmas is too far away so i'd say i'm in dire need of a job. I wish i could just walk into a place and they would be like ... "You! you are amazing and wonderful, please join this place and work for us" that would be awesome if that was the real world. unfortunately for me and all the other job hunters it's " sorry, were not hiring right now" YEAH WELL EFF YOU! well not really but seriously...can you not see that I would be a wonderful addition to your store!? plus giving me money is fun! I like when you give me money, so just freaking hire me! I only need a part time job with school going on and everything so just hire me please and thank you! 

I found that saying please and thank you makes you more able to be liked by someone....instead of say Biotch be my friend and come over to my house, people are more willing to hang out with you if you say hi, i'm so and so I love your top do you want to come over to my house and hang? Please it will be so much fun ...and when they say yes you say...thank you!  and boom you got yourself a friend! which I don't condone faking to like a top because they might ask you if you want to borrow it some time and refusing would be rude.  

and wow, completely off track again in my rambling way of trying to fit everything down in one blog, not realizing that I can make more than one.... anyways I suggest if you are going to hunt down and take out an army of ants, bring a friend whose top you like, a vacuum, and a shoe for an easy kill. but please leave your dogs at home, thank you.
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             Simply Amanda