So I'll start of with the bad news, so maybe I can end this journal on a good note.

Bad news: My wisdom teeth have finally decided to stir. I can hardly open my mouth to eat without it hurting so badly I start feeling sick to my stomach. I'm fairly certain the only option is to go get them removed. Unfortunately I have no insurance, my school clinic doesn't offer dental services, and the local health department only offers them if you're 21 years old or younger, and I'm a full time student/part time cashier and I don't have the kind of money I'd need to pay for the operation out of pocket. I don't wanna ask my family or Boots for money for this, as they've all already helped me so much I'll never be able to repay them. So I've been popping ibuprofen like candy and I'm sitting here, dreading work, and trying to do homework one-handed while I hold an ice pack to the side of my face in hopes of numbing a little bit of the pain. So far it's not helping. At all.

Good news: My birthday is ten days away! Yaaaaay! My roommate, Boots and I are all having a little party this weekend to celebrate, since we all have birthdays this month. I think Boots probably has something awesome planned for me, since he's been plotting for over a week now. (He's not good at hiding the plotting part, but pretty good at keeping actual specific details from me, so I have no real clue as to what he's doing.) I need to figure out something awesome for him.

More good news: By the end of this month I will be officially ONE YEAR away from graduating from college. Only 8 courses (6 animal science, and 2 stem electives) stand between me and a bachelor's degree in animal science. I'm SUPER excited, but also sorta terrified. But... OMG 8 MORE CLASSES AND I'M DONE WITH SCHOOL. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!