The More Things Change...

So many things have happened since my last post. I started my new job at the OKC Animal Shelter as Foster Coordinator, was accepted to help in the Animal Cognition research lab, and went through the clichéd breakup with my first love. I feel like my life is really taking the path I always hoped it would (knock on wood). I love my job, my coworkers, and the fact that I am actually making a direct difference in numerous animals' lives daily. What could be better?

Speaking of animals, I brought home my first foster kittens today. Somebody found them in a dumpster (people are heartless bastards). They are basically my first cats/kittens I've ever had. At about 4 weeks they are just old enough to be loud and rowdy but too young to be independent in any sense of the word. Too bad Lizzie hunts them continuously. She definitely has some hangups when it comes to small living things.

I guess this is the dreaded part where I should mention it. All I have to say is that I'll get past this eventually but I don't think I'll ever be so naive in that area again. As strong as I am, this is awful and I hope to God I never feel this way again. I never would have guessed out of every possible scenario that this would be the way it would happen. But I do believe in fate and I definitely believe in karma. Take that as you will. ;)

What It All Comes Down To

It's an Alanis kind of night.

"And what it all comes down to is I haven't got it all figured out just yet."

This song pretty much sums up my life. 

And what it all comes down to, my dear friends, is that everything is just fine fine fine.

Old Habits Die Hard

Well, it's the Sunday before midterms and I'm back to my old habits. Instead of studying for the three tests I have next week (two of which are my hardest classes), I have been looking at research opportunities and enjoying my dogs. But since I have an assignment due in oh... five hours... it's probably time I get working on it. But I don't wanna!!!

On the plus side- I was approved to be a volunteer at the OKC Zoo! I am the newest addition to the Cat Forest which includes big cats and bears. Woohoo!

Just Breathe

Part of being a lazy overachiever means I am constantly putting things off but still care enough to stress like crazy that I'm not doing them. I know, talk about self-destructive behavior. Well, there's about a million things I could be doing that are more important than this blog but this is the only thing I WANT to be doing. So why not?

Lately, I have been trying to take a step back from things when I get in stress mode. I ask myself a few questions and tell myself to just breathe, it will all be ok. Is the world going to end if I don't do this thing I should be doing? No. Is anyone going to get hurt? No. Is it going to severely impact my future? Probably not. Is it going to make things harder later? Likely. Is it something I can't handle? No.

The point is, it's easy for us overachievers to get really caught up in the little things. Hell, it's easy for anyone to get caught up in the little things. I like things to work how I want when I want but that doesn't mean I want to do them! So, yes there are a lot of things that I would like to happen that I just put off. Like organizing the closet, doing some extra reading for a class, cleaning out the fridge, or filling out forms. These things matter but aren't the end of the world if they don't get done. Other, more important things aren't the end of the world either. 

Problems only become problems when you let them.

Note to self: Remember these things when I am not feeling so "zen" and am stressing out over something stupid.

Procrastination at its Finest

Well, it is the night before a super hard biochem test and it's already 11pm. How much studying have I done? Ha. Next question. So what have I been doing all day? Well, I went to the Pet Food Bank for a few hours to volunteer, I made lunch and played with my pups (very important things), went to an AVA officer meeting, and have been creating a powerpoint, editing an agenda, and generally procrastinating in any way I can (hence the blog).

It's just... I can't help it. And now I can feel myself getting sleepy. Why do I only get tired on nights that I should be pulling an all-nighter to study? Well, my bad habits are going to get the best of me when I flunk out of college and go from three to degrees to a big fat zero. Ha.

Story of my life.

Valentine's Day

Nothing spectacular happened today which is just how I like it. I originally wasn't going to write this post, but then I remembered one of my main goals for this blog was documenting the little things I'll forget later. So here it goes.

Overall, today was a pretty good day. My pups were good, my boyfriend was happy, and I had coupons. All sorts of places were doing things for VDay so we went to Qdoba for BOGO (and STILL spent $10... wtf?). We also went trapping with Hands Helping Paws because some jerk dropped off a few kittens at a local restaurant. Unfortunately, we didn't find the kittens but that was likely because they were hiding due to all the heavy traffic.

I got beautiful roses and chocolate from Dayton and we had to give a big smooch at the register in order to get a free entree at Qdoba. It was funny because Dayton and I are not the PDA kind of couple and the girl behind the counter was desperate to see all the couples kiss. So we gave a big smooch and got our free burrito.

Every holiday I make Dayton take pictures with me for a solid ten minutes or so. I'm addicted to photos so he's learned to just smile and bear it (literally). Here's a couple from tonight.

 

My Name is Jennie

It's not Jenny or Jennifer or Jenni. It's Jennie. Yes, that is the name on my birth certificate. Yes, not many people spell it that way. Yes, I'm SURE it's not Jennifer.

God, people are stupid. I have seriously been asked, "wow it's really not Jennifer?" as if I'm lying to them or mistaken. The best is when people on facebook, you know where my name is clearly spelled out in front of their face, spell it wrong. Or when somebody replies to an email and spells it wrong, nevermind that my first name is fully spelled out in my email.

Yep, just had to get that off my chest. That is all.