I'm in a bit a ranting mood today because, lets face it, no ONE in their right mind wants to hear someone else talk about how stressful their life has been. We've all got out problems.
To kick off this blog, here's a little bit about myself. I'm never telling my age so lets get that out their right now. I'm a full time administrative assistant, part-time bartender, full time Mary Kay Beauty
Consultant, and full time college student. I have a boyf that recently moved in and he's super adorable. I also have a two year old house rabbit that I love like he's a small child. Like seriously, their is no love like bunny love. 
Today...
I must pack for vacation. I have no fucking idea what the weather will be like or was excursions are planned. Don't get me wrong, I am super pumped to lay out and drink pino colada's all week but this packing bullshit is turning out to be a nightmare.
I have to finish up two weeks of homework (shoot me now), but at the end I still get to go on vacation
. YAY!I need to find Alan a babysitter, go grocery shopping, get out of my yoga
pants and oversized sweater and get ready for work tonight. I need to finish planning my skin care classes for the month of February so everything is ready to roll when I get back. As I'm planning and brain dumping everything into my Eric Condren life planner (which is a necessity for me and my insane schedule) I realized, why am I so upset that tears are welling up and I'm panicking about the time that I don't have. Oh yeah, because I'm almost out of time.
My to-do list made and it's time for me to start tackling it. I will have everything done ready before I leave in 34.3 hours from now.
My hair will be crazy and I will look like I'm recovering from a very serious withdrawal (due to my lack of sleep that I will have, but hey, thats what planes are for) but I will be ready to go enjoy me week.
Moral of the blog, Stress looks bad on everyone so find a way to cope ASAP. It does't get any easier until you fucking deal with it.
T
