I'm Engaged! --Well, Hypothetically Speaking???

Okay okay, so technically I'm not. My mother needs no more disappointment in her life. (One day mom, one day***laughing sigh)

I don't have a ring....and technically, I don't really have a guy, as said fiance's a thousand miles away-and well, we both know it's a joke. BUT, being proposed to does have its perks.

Perk 1:
Giving my friends who were there a reason to be total jerks, and Say, "Do it, do it." -(Yes, I have witnesses, there was a proposal, via text mind you, but let me have my moment)--Losers. Love you; you sell me so cheap.

Perk 2:
Giving Jazz a reason to freak out.

Perk 3:
Looking at rings under $25 on Ebay, because I don't want to study tax anymore and then sending them to my betrothed to be admonished that he would never buy me something fake. Lol. Blue diamonds aren't fake. LOL. (I'm in love with Blue and Purple Lately!)

Perk 4:
Giving that guy on G-chat a small heart-attack. "I don't think it would be a good idea for you to come over tonight. After all, you have your girl, and I'm engaged now."
--No I really didn't, but in my head it plays out so well!!!
Lol. JM summed it up. "We all want a side car"

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As to the so called real world:
Well there is school:

1. I made a fool out of myself in Copyrights class last week. Let's just say an assignment was to create a poem....Um, yeah. I better get my ten points. If it is posted at school, I'll post it here, but I think when the professor laughs when he reads it to himself, there's a serious problem.

2. My oral argument wasn't great, but it wasn't horrid? Solid B+?

Family is well. It's Easter. Or as I wrote my Family and close friends: Happy Pagan Fertility Rite. ;) -They're good.

Speaking of! Oooh. I may meet a Father-figure soon. Guy who SWEARS he's my Dad. I kid you not. He Swears I'm his kid. Like Really really. It's not that complex, my mom's ex boyfriend; but relax, it's not all Maury or Jerry Springer either. Trust me. I think this guy just really needs to see me so he "knows." Poor guy. Anyways I'm meeting him before finals. He lives in VA, and is coming up to referee some softball game. I figured, might as well. The guys asked about me for years, and well has talked to me via text, so I figure why not. Again, I feel bad. I mean, clearly, I know my Daddy, couldn't deny it if he tried. Apache blood has its tells.

Okay. That's it. I'm really just online because an auction is ending soon, lol.
I guess back to the books. "AND ON THE THIRD DAY...." She read more Tax.