So I think that I might have come off bitchy in the last entry. Now that I have vented, and due to the fact that I am still bored at work, I've decided to write more. I'm in the process of trying to adopt a puppy. I really want a weiner dog! Brandon, my boyfriend, just got us fishies for our apartment (I think to make me not want a puppy so much). We have three fish and one is completely weird and will only swim at the top of the tank. At first, I thought he was dead and floating, but when I tapped on the glass, he started swimming. Then, I thought he was sick and dying, but he seems healthy now. Who knows. In a few minutes, I'll be getting off work and going to the gym. On Saturday, I am going to Brandon's football banquet (he is a linebacker for my schools football team) and I guess I'm trying to make sure I look good in my dress, so the gym it is for the rest of the week. It should be interesting because both sets of Brandon's parents will be in attendance. Brandon had to specifically ask the coach to make sure the seating chart had his mom and dad seated as far away from each other as possible. We'll be sitting with his mom and step-dad, which was my decision because his father is married to an evil woman who I lovingly refer to as Sasquatch or the Step-Monster (is that how you spell it?). B's parents divorced when he was 10. Between the two families, he is the oldest of 8 kids. There are a lot of things that I can see that he can't, coming into the situation from the outside. The biggest thing that bothers me about the Step-Monster is that she loves her biological kids and not her step-children. It really is cinderellaish. Step-Monster's children have rooms of their own in the home, while B doesn't have a bedroom, he sleeps on the couch and his younger sister and brother have beds the unfinished basement. I'm not making this up people! Plus, she never really gave me a chance. My theory is that I am a lot like B's mom. Totally goofy, blonde, and little. The first time I visited, B had to work, so I was left at the house by myself during the day. I got hungry, and made myself lunch. (I WAS TOLD TO MAKE MYSELF AT HOME). So I had some spaghetti and sasquatch actually asked me to buy spaghetti and sauce to replace it in her pantry. If they were poor, I guess I could see asking, but they aren't. And secondly, this was the first time I was there, I didn't make a mess, or say or do anything bad, I just ate some lunch. Okay, I'm venting again. She also trys to hurt my feelings and to undermine me. She won't acknowledge the fact that I have a bachelors degree and that I have scholarships to any grad school I want. Instead, she treats me like I'm a moron. Ugh. I'm off on a tangent. I'm going to stop now, I could probably go on forever.

Anyways, I want a puppy! (How did I get on the stepmonster subject?)