Come on, Army!

We still have heard nothing back from the medical board about my husband's pending discharge. I've got a week of classes and 1 final exam next week then I'm finished with this semester...then I need to get my transfer in order to the next uni. I mean they could very well drag this out until August and I would be pushing the fall deadline for enrollment. Ugh. Hopefully not. Then again I wouldn't have to be faced with the new nephew because they'll already be on a plane overseas. Hmmmm.

I was really hoping that we would know this month and I could give work the finger. I'd rather not spend all summer as a printing slave. Those people are grinding on my nerves with their juvenile drama. If you're going to speak badly about someone behind their back, then be prepared to face the consequences when they expose you for your fakery! Seriously, I get enough of the fakery from SIL(whom I loathe). Certainly don't need anymore.

There went the neighborhood!

Well I don't exactly have a neighborhood, as I live in flats. I can't even call them apartments because they're not the least bit posh. Neighbors let their mangy mutts take a shit in the stairwells, hardly a lush place. We were sort of stuck living here until our lease is over because we moved from another base and is the only place that had vacancies.

Anyways, a new couple with children moved in down the hall sometime last month. I had maybe saw the husband once, and I saw her in her nursing scrubs once. She smiled at me and seemed polite. Earlier this week I ran into a few police officers knocking on her door. I'm not sure if there was a domestic dispute or whatever. Didn't think anything more of it because it's not my business and I have things to do.

This morning, I wake up to someone banging on their door yet again. Once again, two officers we beating on her door to open up. I heard some more rapping on the door, it stopped. Then I hear this loud boom, boom, boom. They were kicking down her door!!!! Holy shit! We stayed in our apartment a little startled, hoping their children were alright.....and still hoping where we reside is semi safe to live in! I thought I heard an ambulance or police sirens, wasn't too sure. Later, after all the noises stopped, my husband went to get me a smoothie. He had saw the grandmother taking the children. Thank goodness they were safe.

I had to go to work and later my husband texts me filling me in about what really happened from the busybody neighbor that also lives in our floor. Apparently, the husband got arrested the first time the police arrived. The wife or girlfriend, had called her ex boyfriend and threatened to kill herself a bunch of times. He reported it to the police, who busted down her door today and called an ambulance for her because she had taken a bunch of pills. And I thought I had drama.

These people just moved in!! I have a problem with other people's drama when it wakes me up in the morning....granted our walls are very thin (you can hear people getting it on) but still. The whole 3rd floor doesn't need to know your business! I knew we should have rented a small home.

Another foul taste in my mouth.

My cardio, lymphatic, and immune exam went horrible. I answered the essay questions flawlessly, but only because I had to memorize all 3 word for word. When it came to the cardio part of the exam, my mind went blank vaguely remembering what I was taught. I even panicked at some of the immune questions. That exam was awful; I'm sure my grade will be less than favorable. It's not l
Iike I didn't put I'm the time studying, it's just that you really have to understand what you were taught. Whereas, I partway understood it. Some areas I was still a little fuzzy on. Oh well, I tried my best.

Some news that I expected would happen came up yesterday. It's really amusing when a fake, hypocritical, manipulative, not anymore deserving of a pregnancy, ex pal becomes pregnant. Is it because she whined a lot more than the rest of us? That doesn't make her worthy! She probably annoyed the shit out of Karma with her whinging, so she wouldn't come back around for her. Bitch.
It just leaves another nasty taste in my mouth, like the one before her. Maybe they'll both have boys, so society can be spared 2 bitches.

Dreading exams.

Now, I understand why there are specialists for every system in our body. It's just impossible to master them all.

I'm sweating my cardiovascular, lymphatic, and immune system exam Monday. Cardiovascular is complicated of course, and lots of material to know. Lymphatic is easy and immune isn't too bad. My professor is the department head and his exams aren't the easiest. They're a mixture of comprehensive multiple choice, matching terms, and 3 essay questions. No matter how much I studied my notes, had it memorized, I still flub up on the multiple choice questions. Even the reproduction test, I know everything about that system but I didn't make an A on the exam. So I have a strategy worked out that if I know the essay questions perfectly, then that leaves me room to mess up on the rest of the exam.

Thank goodness the semester is nearly over.

Finally!!

Yeah the bloody bitch decided to arrive this weekend, in full blooming force. I'm so annoyed with her, as I've been acting like a raging cunt for the past week. I believe the end of the semester, work, and the absence of AF was just wearing me down.

Oh and the weather has been bipolar lately. One day it's tee weather and possibly shorts, then the next you're bundling up with a sweater and scarf. Make up your damn mind!!

More drama on the forefront as SIL (the one who said shit about me) texted my DH wishing to speak about the issues we're having. Really?! Because if you seriously wish to resolve this, then you need to text or call me with an apology. I have nothing further to say to her. DH got angry with me saying I really need to talk to her and mend things. The thing is, I don't care!! She's trying to seek attention by doing this because she's bored with her life of 3 children. He dropped it when I kept on sniggering about it. I don't need her shit in my life right now, I'm about to move back to an area where I will have to deal with other drama.

Even my Easter dinner was fertile!!

Yeah so fish eggs are a delicacy...but I was utterly disgusted when I cracked open my lobster to see she was pregnant! Oh the mockery. *Face palm*. How she even had room for all those eggs is beyond me. Even my food is fertile! Grr.

My mocking of infertility continued last week with the new pregnant cow (the one that claims she's infertile despite the fact she has 4 other children and did no testing) moaning about how she cannot get comfortable at night. I just rolled my eyes and didn't even respond. Then she keeps on rubbing her barely there 3 month bump every chance she gets. *Rolls eyes some more*. She's already an idiot in the first place, but has "pregnancy brain" which makes it even worse. I may not make it the whole month working at that shithole. At least I'm hoping I won't have to.

And of  course infertility is serving another punch in the face with a late AF. Like clockwork, she was supposed to come Thursday and I bleed for 5 days. Nothing, except for cramps on and off! I never have cramps past day 2, so this is really pissing me off. I know I didn't ovulate late either, and there has been no stresss. I'm not bothering testing because it will be a BFN; I'll just wait until the cunt decides to arrive.