So I was just randomly thinking about something today. Nate is the guy with whom I’ve had my longest relationship. If you look at it from when we last started “seeing” each other again, which was this past August, we would be together for 9 months. If you look at it from when he first called me his girlfriend, which was this past December, we would be together for almost 6 months. Either way you look at it, this the longest relationship I’ve ever had with a guy? Is that sad? Probably. Either way, I’m happy. It was just a little thought that popped into my head today that made me smile :)
And I feel like this is the first lesson that I’ve had since I went to a horseback riding resident camp that I did through Girl Scouts.
The lesson went pretty well. The instructor asked Jenny and I what we like to do and what we hope and want to learn. We worked on the flat for most of the lesson. Apparently I need to keep my thumbs on top of the reins instead of under. It’s the little things like this that I wanted to fix. Like, I know the basics of riding and stuff, but I know there is a lot of little things that I don’t know. I also need to start using my legs to get horses to move forward or go faster instead of clicking with my mouth like I usually do; that will be really hard to get used to. She also had us trot in our two-points on the flat. That I hadn’t done in so long. My legs were burning!
For the last 15 minutes or so we worked on jumping, but we started with the basics by trotting over ground poles in our two-points. Yeah, it was a little boring, but I’m grateful for it. She fine-tuned our two-points. I need to put more of my weight in my heels when I go over a jump. Though once she put the jump up, now granted it was only a cross rail, but when she told me what I needed to fix, I started to over think it and I got left behind on a few of the jumps. It was definitely frustrating, but I know it’s going to take a while to fix what I’ve been doing for 6 or so years.
I know it’s only going to be for the summer, but hopefully these lessons make me the better rider that I desperately want to be. I’m so envious of the people who have had to opportunity to have proper riding instruction from the day they started riding. I wish I could have had the equestrian education that some of my friends had. But I hope that this crash session this summer will help me.
All ready to go and watch Boyfriend walk for graduation!
I could have walked for my graduation of FCC too, but I really didn’t feel like it’s that important. I’ll walk when I get my Bachelor’s degree and I’ll probably walk for my Master’s too. But I don’t think an Associate’s Degree from a Community College is really important. The only reason Boy is doing it is because his parents are making him :\ Oh well, I get dinner out of it! See y’all later :)
Horseback riding was that one thing I had in my life for 8 years and to have it ripped out of my life was one of the worst things that could happen to me.
Jenny and I went out to look at a barn in Mt. Airy and we both loved it. When I asked my mom if she would be willing to help me pay for lessons out there just for the summer, she flipped shit at me and told me that “maybe you should find a new hobby for now.”
No. I won’t. I’m pretty certain that riding horses is what I love to do. Don’t you dare tell me that I have to “find a new passion.” It’s not that simple. When you have a passion for horseback riding, it’s not just the sport you love; it’s the connection you have with the horse your riding that makes you love the sport more.
It just hurts me to know that my mother really don’t care about what I love and isn’t really willing to do anything about it.
Not, “Wanna come with us?” or even “Come with us, we’re going to Taco Bell.” No. Just, “We’re going to Taco Bell, you want anything?”
And earlier he informs you that he has a “back-up wife” incase we don’t work out.
Would anyone else be bothered by this, or am I just being paranoid?
If you’re going to talk to me, don’t be interested in what I have to say and then check out 10 seconds later. One thing I can’t stand is when people go to talk to me, then they check out of the conversation just a couple seconds after I start talking. This makes me feel unimportant and that you’re just going through the motions to make conversation and that you don’t really care about what I have to say. If you’re going to talk to me, reciprocate in the conversation. Don’t just leave.
Another thing, is when people talk to you, then bring out their laptop and focus more on that then what you’re saying. No. If you’re going to talk to me, talk to ME, TOWARDS MY FACE, not you’re fucking laptop.
Don’t shut me out of a conversation that YOU started with me.
Ugh.
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I just got home from probably the shittiest day of work ever. Aside from me closing 5 nights out of 7 this week with 40 hours in this pay period, out of 5 of those nights, I’ve had people in the store past 9 (when we close) on 3 of them. And tonight this damn woman wouldn’t get the fuck out. She kept bringing things up to me asking how much they were, then she decided NOT to buy them around 9:10. Bitch, I could have been closing my store. I had so much shit to do tonight. In addition to my regular closing procedures, I had to call our payroll info to our DM, approve timecards, print out the timecards that hadn’t been approved by the associates, and then close out the pay period. And of course, this was the day that our timeclock software decided to go uber slow and freeze up. I didn’t get out of the store until 9:45. So I went over to Nate’s friend Mikey’s house and had a beer so I could unwind a bit before I came home. But of course, I get lost trying to find his house andf asdlfkjasldfjalsd. It was a frustrating night. But I’m glad that I got to see Nate tonight and I’m glad I’m finally home so I can sleep.
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Goodnight Tumblr.
A majority of the case study touches on the person being depressed and have major depressive disorder, but there’s one thing about see things or hearing voices, but it doesn’t give me enough information about these things, so I can’t diagnose it as bipolar. lkdfjlasdjfal;skjdf And if I turn this in with the wrong diagnoses, then I automatically fail the case study.
#psychstudentproblems.
