Feedback. Life. Bucket of Issues.

I don't get much feedback.  But recently, I heard that my blog was scaring my grandmother, bless her heart.  She's the only grandmother I have left and would love to preserve her safely in a box,  like those double Barbie toys we got one year and preserved it to sell later on E-Bay (I don't think they even had E-bay back then.)  She's got to be at least 87 and that's when my other grandmother passed.  So I'm trying to figure out how to savor the moments we have left.  Even though she didn't invite me to her house last Christmas. 

I didn't even know she read my blog, but I think this means I am on the right track. 

If anyone else hates or feels depressed or is even scared by my blog, by all means post a comment regarding your reservations and answer your feelings on my blog.  I want to know how my writing affects you.  Do you eagerly await a new post?  or do cringe at the mention?  I would like to know. Call it a life experiment if you will. 

So pretty much everything's horrible.  I am in school, but I can't get all uberstudious, because Really?  When am I ever going to use Communication Law, Trigonometry, or Russian literature?   I'm not going to use them. 

I'm really thinking of going back to UTA for a English degree/Communication Minor, and Psychology Masters  So why am I getting this degree first?  Principle.  And Practicality.  If I get this degree first and my learning mechanism conks out, I'll have this degree.  But if I try to get a two year degree and fall out of love with English...I'll be up a creek without a paddle. 

If I fail out after I've got my degree, well, I still have that degree to fall back on. 

*I've had to rescind some of my writing, because it talked about my mother and some of her problems.  The Bible says to honor your mother and father.  I agree with this, but I needed to talk about my problems with someone.  And this blog is all I have.  I'm reaching out to some people in my church, but I don't want to break any of their hearts with the problems I've had with her.  It's a damned if you do, damned if you don't. 


There's a whole bucket of issues with people and me, but I don't want to get into it right now.  All I know is that my mom has promised me that she will get another vehicle for me to drive.  Several times.  And if she doesn't and violates that trust I have in her.  I don't know what I'll do.  There's really nothing I can do, but beg the Spirit of Arlington to give me another job, run off and become a bum, or do nothing and watch tv the rest of my life like my poor Aunt Peggy.  

OR???? Become a truck driver.  I'm studying to pass my test right now.  Updates to follow.