I spoke with the state attorney handling my case last night. He gave me an overview of how things are going. The judge wasn't able to get to J yesterday so he goes in today for the calendar call. The SA said that the trial might be next week, but it depends on the defense attorney, apparently his kid is sick, something like that.
The defense has been asking about a plea, so we discussed it yesterday and I said my ideal plea would be 1 year + 1 day (that'd be prison), plus 2 years probation, drug and anger counseling. He told me that the defense plans on calling up the original deputy that responded because he said he didn't see anything wrong. Mind you, this deputy ended up under investigation because he didn't do his job that day - didn't even do the paperwork properly. Then he said that the deputy is currently on sick leave so he might not even be at court. The other officers and detectives would be called up by prosecution and they would help my case. I also found out that the ATM surveillance was apparently malfunctioning that day, so there's no video of the robbery, just the receipt and my word against his. The pictures aren't too clear showing the bruises, so I'm in semi-panic mode right now. I told him that if they wanted to try to talk the plea down, I'll accept 6 months plus 3 years probation and counseling. I'd rather him get something than nothing. He did tell me that if he's found guilty his is facing a very long time in prison.
I'm waiting for him to call me back and let me know when the date will be, and he said he'll call me a few hours before I need to appear so that I'm not sitting around for hours. They would need to do jury selection and everything first, and he doesn't even know if I'd be called to testify the first day. I really hope that J accepts the first plea bargain, but if he doesn't, I'll have no problem testifying against him.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
Moving Out?
I've been in talks with my cousin and his fiance to get a place together. I received a call last night that they found a townhouse and they'd like me to look at it, so everything might fall into place. So I'm all excited and I send out texts to my friends about it, and C replies asking who I'm moving in with, and then he's like, "u should move in with me". Um.... what? I've been waiting months for him to show some sign that he wants to get serious, and then when I have plans to move in with someone else he offers this? What, will he wait until I'm engaged to say I should marry him? My reply, "um... I'm gonna go take my final now."
The thing is, I don't think I'll be able to afford the place because I found out that instead of splitting it 3 ways like I logically thought, they're talking about 50/50, which doesn't seem fair to me. I can't afford $700 a month; if I could I'd be on my own already. So if this happens to fall through, I wonder if I can take C up on his offer, if only to call his bluff.
The thing is, I don't think I'll be able to afford the place because I found out that instead of splitting it 3 ways like I logically thought, they're talking about 50/50, which doesn't seem fair to me. I can't afford $700 a month; if I could I'd be on my own already. So if this happens to fall through, I wonder if I can take C up on his offer, if only to call his bluff.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
The Challenge
As I was drinking my Caramel Brulee Latte and staring down the peppermint brownie I got from Starbucks, I was hit with the sudden realization that the wedding is only 2 months away! Holy crap, right? I was fitted for my bridesmaid dress months ago, and I'll get it next week, but I've put on a little weight since then. So my challenge now is to lose that excess weight before the wedding. So, 15 lbs in 2 months - can I do it? Hell, I've done it before.
It should be easy since classes end next week and I'll have the time to start working out - the first few weeks are always the hardest, after that I crave it since I get such an intense high from it. My classes next semester are every other day, so that'll work out perfectly for my working out.
Certain people think that I look better with a little meat on my bones, but I liked my flat tummy, and now I have a gut; it doesn't make me happy. Let me put it this way - I've gone from a size 3 to a size 7 in the past year. Now, I'm not wanting to get back down to a 3 because my coworker started calling me her little ethiopian, but I'd like to get back down to a 5.
So here's the plan. I gotta cut out the carbonated beverages, coffee, and energy drinks (I'l start after finals are over), and that will help me lose some weight, since the sugar from that collects around your midsection. I also gotta stop with all the alcohol, since I'm almost positive that the Yuengling has a lot to do with the mini beer belly I've got goin on. Then I can start going for runs and get some cardio going. C said I should run a half marathon with him in January, don't think that'll happen (at my best I can barely run a 5k, let alone 13 miles!). Maybe in 2011. Then I can get back on my 30 day challenge with the Wii Fit, which totally kicks my butt as well. I'm fairly certain if I stick to that, that I can be down 10-15lbs by the wedding. I'll keep ya posted. :)
It should be easy since classes end next week and I'll have the time to start working out - the first few weeks are always the hardest, after that I crave it since I get such an intense high from it. My classes next semester are every other day, so that'll work out perfectly for my working out.
Certain people think that I look better with a little meat on my bones, but I liked my flat tummy, and now I have a gut; it doesn't make me happy. Let me put it this way - I've gone from a size 3 to a size 7 in the past year. Now, I'm not wanting to get back down to a 3 because my coworker started calling me her little ethiopian, but I'd like to get back down to a 5.
So here's the plan. I gotta cut out the carbonated beverages, coffee, and energy drinks (I'l start after finals are over), and that will help me lose some weight, since the sugar from that collects around your midsection. I also gotta stop with all the alcohol, since I'm almost positive that the Yuengling has a lot to do with the mini beer belly I've got goin on. Then I can start going for runs and get some cardio going. C said I should run a half marathon with him in January, don't think that'll happen (at my best I can barely run a 5k, let alone 13 miles!). Maybe in 2011. Then I can get back on my 30 day challenge with the Wii Fit, which totally kicks my butt as well. I'm fairly certain if I stick to that, that I can be down 10-15lbs by the wedding. I'll keep ya posted. :)
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
All About The Finals...
This week will be the most stressful week of the semester. I have my finals. A test tonight, Thursday, Saturday, and Monday. I also have my research project due on Tuesday. I'm trying to figure out how to handle everything. For my test tonight I'm allowed to bring a half page study guide, but I didn't bring one last time and ended up with 101% (extra credit). My test on Thursday I know will be difficult, and I have to do well on it if I want a B (I have to Ace it if I want an A). Same goes for my other two tests. I need to do well (B or higher) to get a good grade (an A). I'm hoping that the extra credit I did for my criminology class is good, because that could give me 5% points added on to my final grade - that'll bring me up a whole letter.
So I guess I'll spend the week studying, and then this weekend I'll work on my research project. Most of the work is already done, I just need to write out the results and stuff like that. It'll end up being 30+ pages and it worth 30% of the final grade, so I don't want to fake it.
C already told me that he wants to see my grades when they are turned in. He's really pushing me to do well, although the punishment for not doing well doesn't work too much. If I get a C or less then he'd bend me over the counter and have his way with me. Um... wouldn't that make me want to do poorly? :)
Anyway, regardless of what he says or does, I know I need to do well. Can't get into med school with bad grades.
So I guess I'll spend the week studying, and then this weekend I'll work on my research project. Most of the work is already done, I just need to write out the results and stuff like that. It'll end up being 30+ pages and it worth 30% of the final grade, so I don't want to fake it.
C already told me that he wants to see my grades when they are turned in. He's really pushing me to do well, although the punishment for not doing well doesn't work too much. If I get a C or less then he'd bend me over the counter and have his way with me. Um... wouldn't that make me want to do poorly? :)
Anyway, regardless of what he says or does, I know I need to do well. Can't get into med school with bad grades.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Dr. Roo - has a nice ring to it...
I've decided I want to be a doctor. I've been toying with the idea for years. At first I wanted to be a medical examiner, then a pediatrician, an obstetrician, and then I decided on psychologist.
I've been thinking about my future a lot lately, and when I picture myself working, it's in a white coat in a hospital, dealing with the psychiatric patients. So, I decided that I want to be a psychiatrist instead of just a psychologist (psychiatrists get to prescribe meds). I've been looking into it and I'm thinking about going to USF for med school. The first few years cover basic medical knowledge, and then you go into your specialty. This means that if I decide I want to be a surgeon or whatever during those first two years, I wouldn't have wasted my time. It's going to be expensive, but worth it.
So now I need to make sure I truly step up my game with my school work so that my transcripts are impressive. I also need to start saving up money because I'd have to move to Tampa and I won't be able to work while in the program - I'd have to survive on scholarships and loans. By the time I start med school Lo will be in elementary school, so I won't have to pay for day care, so that's a good thing. Man, so many things to think of. I just know that this is what I've always wanted, but I've been psyching myself out because it's pricey. Hmmm... better start saving now.
I've been thinking about my future a lot lately, and when I picture myself working, it's in a white coat in a hospital, dealing with the psychiatric patients. So, I decided that I want to be a psychiatrist instead of just a psychologist (psychiatrists get to prescribe meds). I've been looking into it and I'm thinking about going to USF for med school. The first few years cover basic medical knowledge, and then you go into your specialty. This means that if I decide I want to be a surgeon or whatever during those first two years, I wouldn't have wasted my time. It's going to be expensive, but worth it.
So now I need to make sure I truly step up my game with my school work so that my transcripts are impressive. I also need to start saving up money because I'd have to move to Tampa and I won't be able to work while in the program - I'd have to survive on scholarships and loans. By the time I start med school Lo will be in elementary school, so I won't have to pay for day care, so that's a good thing. Man, so many things to think of. I just know that this is what I've always wanted, but I've been psyching myself out because it's pricey. Hmmm... better start saving now.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Maybe it is all about the game...
Looks like things aren't going to work out with the firefighter, unless I want to wait a year for him to get his divorce finalized and to finish medic school. As much as I would love to say, hell yeah, I'll wait, I know myself and it ain't happening. We'll still be friends, but he said he feels like a jerk because he can't devote enough time to me and not being able to see me is killing him. I know, I've heard it from some others that it's just a line, but I'd like to believe it's true. Call me immature or naive if you will, but it just makes me feel better.
Something odd is going on with C. He started ignoring me, so I called him out on it via text and he claimed it's because I was in love with someone else. Um... not really, but ok. Then he asked me to call him, which he never did, even when we were dating. Ok, phone call went well, we bs'd back & forth, it was all good. I got on his case for not letting me see his new car yet (2010 Chevy Camaro - Transformers Edition), so he said I should come by after class, don't call, he'll leave the door unlocked and I can just climb into bed with him. I'm like whatever, and got off the phone. Then I thought for a moment and realized; I'm not a booty call, not any more. So I sent him a text: "changed my mind, lock your door before going to bed." He couldn't believe I didn't show - no, I'm not guessing, he texted me the next day that he couldn't believe it. So then he went off to Georgia for his hunting trip.
Monday - He's back in town, comes to the office, by my desk to say hi. Asks me how things are with the firefighter, I say nothing's happening, so he invited me to lunch with his mom. Oh, I guess I should mention that he greeted me with a boob grab, which is usual for him, a hug, & a kiss, although neither one of us could quite figure out why we kissed. Force of habit I suppose. We walk over to his mom's office (she's the owner of the company btw), and he tells her I'll be joining them for lunch, she thinks it's great, and then he tells her about how I just got dumped. Wow, thanks darlin'! So then I started raggin on him about how obviously the guy couldn't like up to past boyfriends (per C's previous fb post), and maybe C should interview the guys to make sure they're worthy first. Even his mom got in on it and started raggin on him. Went to lunch, it was all good.
Tuesday - Off of work, went to the eye doctor, finally getting rid of the glasses and getting contacts. I was kinda bummed because they have to special order my trial pair since my eyes are special. Gave blood and found out that the blood bank I go to donates their blood to the pediatric unit. Yay me, saving kid's lives. :) So, dialated eyes, kinda dizzy because I couldn't see, kinda lightheaded from giving blood. Yeah, I was doing great. Went home, caught up on my soaps (don't judge me). Then C called. He just wanted to let me know that I never really liked the ff, I was just projecting all of my wants onto him because he was interested. He also wanted to assure me that the ff was not interested, but he had no ulterior motives, just looking out for my best interests. I just laughed, asked if that was all, and hung up.
Wednesday - Checked my fb account when I got to work, as I always do (on my phone, not on the computer), and saw that C had commented on my post "I have the worst luck with guys". He said, "nothing like an innocuous 'i hate men' comment to illicit an avalanche of sympathizing comments". I never said I hated men, just that I was jaded. I just commented back asking where the note for the newest casualty was, that he was slacking.
We went from 0 contact to him contacting me in some way everyday for the past 3 days. He didn't contact me that much when we were dating. Is it true? Is it because I'm finally learning to play the game? Don't show interest in the guy and suddenly he'll want you? It's all very interesting to me.
So about the FF, yeah, it sucks that things didn't work out, but in hindsight, it's for the best. He's a nice guy, very good looking, and very fun to be around.... but at the end of the day, if I can't sit back and have an intellectual conversation with you, if we can't cuddle in bed watching jeopardy together, it's just not gonna work. Plus, the fact that he still called her his wife, and he's still hating on her new guy proves that he's just not ready to be with anyone else. I'm not a rebound chick. Everything happens for a reason. :)
Something odd is going on with C. He started ignoring me, so I called him out on it via text and he claimed it's because I was in love with someone else. Um... not really, but ok. Then he asked me to call him, which he never did, even when we were dating. Ok, phone call went well, we bs'd back & forth, it was all good. I got on his case for not letting me see his new car yet (2010 Chevy Camaro - Transformers Edition), so he said I should come by after class, don't call, he'll leave the door unlocked and I can just climb into bed with him. I'm like whatever, and got off the phone. Then I thought for a moment and realized; I'm not a booty call, not any more. So I sent him a text: "changed my mind, lock your door before going to bed." He couldn't believe I didn't show - no, I'm not guessing, he texted me the next day that he couldn't believe it. So then he went off to Georgia for his hunting trip.
Monday - He's back in town, comes to the office, by my desk to say hi. Asks me how things are with the firefighter, I say nothing's happening, so he invited me to lunch with his mom. Oh, I guess I should mention that he greeted me with a boob grab, which is usual for him, a hug, & a kiss, although neither one of us could quite figure out why we kissed. Force of habit I suppose. We walk over to his mom's office (she's the owner of the company btw), and he tells her I'll be joining them for lunch, she thinks it's great, and then he tells her about how I just got dumped. Wow, thanks darlin'! So then I started raggin on him about how obviously the guy couldn't like up to past boyfriends (per C's previous fb post), and maybe C should interview the guys to make sure they're worthy first. Even his mom got in on it and started raggin on him. Went to lunch, it was all good.
Tuesday - Off of work, went to the eye doctor, finally getting rid of the glasses and getting contacts. I was kinda bummed because they have to special order my trial pair since my eyes are special. Gave blood and found out that the blood bank I go to donates their blood to the pediatric unit. Yay me, saving kid's lives. :) So, dialated eyes, kinda dizzy because I couldn't see, kinda lightheaded from giving blood. Yeah, I was doing great. Went home, caught up on my soaps (don't judge me). Then C called. He just wanted to let me know that I never really liked the ff, I was just projecting all of my wants onto him because he was interested. He also wanted to assure me that the ff was not interested, but he had no ulterior motives, just looking out for my best interests. I just laughed, asked if that was all, and hung up.
Wednesday - Checked my fb account when I got to work, as I always do (on my phone, not on the computer), and saw that C had commented on my post "I have the worst luck with guys". He said, "nothing like an innocuous 'i hate men' comment to illicit an avalanche of sympathizing comments". I never said I hated men, just that I was jaded. I just commented back asking where the note for the newest casualty was, that he was slacking.
We went from 0 contact to him contacting me in some way everyday for the past 3 days. He didn't contact me that much when we were dating. Is it true? Is it because I'm finally learning to play the game? Don't show interest in the guy and suddenly he'll want you? It's all very interesting to me.
So about the FF, yeah, it sucks that things didn't work out, but in hindsight, it's for the best. He's a nice guy, very good looking, and very fun to be around.... but at the end of the day, if I can't sit back and have an intellectual conversation with you, if we can't cuddle in bed watching jeopardy together, it's just not gonna work. Plus, the fact that he still called her his wife, and he's still hating on her new guy proves that he's just not ready to be with anyone else. I'm not a rebound chick. Everything happens for a reason. :)
Friday, November 13, 2009
People Are Cowards
Yup, I finally figured it out. People are cowards. It's odd how their cowardess is shown though. For example; someone might not have a problem running into a burning building to save a stranger’s life, yet they're too scared to tell the girl they were supposedly interested in that they're not interested anymore, and instead will string them along. Cowards.
Then there are those people that are too afraid to speak their mind because they're worried about how others will perceive them. They want to be liked, feel accepted. They will go along with the "gang mentality", if you will. It's a heuristical error. Instead of making decisions on their own, and possibly being wrong, people will agree with what others say because then the whole group would be wrong and the blame can be passed around. It’s easier than being the one “wrong” person. I'm not like that. I'm finding that I'm becoming more of a risk taker. I say what I feel and if you don't like it, well sucks for you. I'm not in high school anymore. I'm not into cliques; never have been. People want to say that I'm not being a good friend because I thought something was funny, well then they just don't know me at all. I challenge you to find one person that I know IRL to tell you that I'm a bad friend. It’s just not going to happen. I am one of the most loyal people you will ever meet. Will I call you out on your shit? Hell yes. Why? Because that’s what friends, true friends, do. They don’t blow smoke up your ass and tell you everything is all peaches when it’s not.
Well, let's look at this for a second. What makes a person a good or bad friend? It's all subjective, I know, but in my opinion, a good friend is not someone who will always agree with you and always take your side. I know, doesn't make much sense to most people, but if I'm wrong, I don't want someone to back me up insisting that I must be right. How in the world is that supposed to help me? It’s like, “hey, I know you’ve been talking shit about someone, but I’ll still back you up even though I think you’re wrong.” No, a good friend will call me out and let me know when I'm wrong. They will let me know when I’ve crossed the line. They will be honest. A true friend will tell me when I'm being an idiot. A true friend is not a "yes man". Also, a true friend is not going to ignore one friend's indiscretions and yet punish another for something much more minor. That's not a friend, that's someone who's looking for a fight. You wanna sit here and call me out because I laughed at something, fine, then you better be calling out all the other people that, instead of just laughing at a comment, actually wrote scathing reviews about the person you were defending. Oh, but people can look past that, right? It’s ok, she’s a friend, she can say that. Laugh about someone’s comment who is our enemy – oh, hell no. You’re done. Yeah. Loyal my ass.
At the end of the day, it comes down to this: I will laugh at whatever the fuck I want to laugh at. I will agree with whatever the fuck I want to agree with. I will disagree with whatever the fuck I want to disagree with. Sensing a pattern here? I am my own person, with my own thoughts and opinions, and if you don’t like it, if my being an individual doesn’t mesh with your view of how the world should be, then you can go suck a toad. I’m not putting up with anyone’s shit anymore. Fuck that.
Then there are those people that are too afraid to speak their mind because they're worried about how others will perceive them. They want to be liked, feel accepted. They will go along with the "gang mentality", if you will. It's a heuristical error. Instead of making decisions on their own, and possibly being wrong, people will agree with what others say because then the whole group would be wrong and the blame can be passed around. It’s easier than being the one “wrong” person. I'm not like that. I'm finding that I'm becoming more of a risk taker. I say what I feel and if you don't like it, well sucks for you. I'm not in high school anymore. I'm not into cliques; never have been. People want to say that I'm not being a good friend because I thought something was funny, well then they just don't know me at all. I challenge you to find one person that I know IRL to tell you that I'm a bad friend. It’s just not going to happen. I am one of the most loyal people you will ever meet. Will I call you out on your shit? Hell yes. Why? Because that’s what friends, true friends, do. They don’t blow smoke up your ass and tell you everything is all peaches when it’s not.
Well, let's look at this for a second. What makes a person a good or bad friend? It's all subjective, I know, but in my opinion, a good friend is not someone who will always agree with you and always take your side. I know, doesn't make much sense to most people, but if I'm wrong, I don't want someone to back me up insisting that I must be right. How in the world is that supposed to help me? It’s like, “hey, I know you’ve been talking shit about someone, but I’ll still back you up even though I think you’re wrong.” No, a good friend will call me out and let me know when I'm wrong. They will let me know when I’ve crossed the line. They will be honest. A true friend will tell me when I'm being an idiot. A true friend is not a "yes man". Also, a true friend is not going to ignore one friend's indiscretions and yet punish another for something much more minor. That's not a friend, that's someone who's looking for a fight. You wanna sit here and call me out because I laughed at something, fine, then you better be calling out all the other people that, instead of just laughing at a comment, actually wrote scathing reviews about the person you were defending. Oh, but people can look past that, right? It’s ok, she’s a friend, she can say that. Laugh about someone’s comment who is our enemy – oh, hell no. You’re done. Yeah. Loyal my ass.
At the end of the day, it comes down to this: I will laugh at whatever the fuck I want to laugh at. I will agree with whatever the fuck I want to agree with. I will disagree with whatever the fuck I want to disagree with. Sensing a pattern here? I am my own person, with my own thoughts and opinions, and if you don’t like it, if my being an individual doesn’t mesh with your view of how the world should be, then you can go suck a toad. I’m not putting up with anyone’s shit anymore. Fuck that.
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