So, as I walked into the library today, I immediately wandered over to my favorite corner. It's a nice corner, usually fairly quiet and has a chair. Here, I can read some Kerouac and sip on coffee, and be alone for an hour or so. But today, as I was wondering over to my magical corner of the world, I noticed a man who appeared to be homeless. He looked sort of like a misplaced cowboy, with a long coat, a belt around the middle. A worn brown baseball hat, and old looking army boots, laced, and tied at the top. His dirty khakis, tightened around his calves with either rubber bands or shoe laces about to break. This man was sort of shocking to me. I seem to forget that poverty actually exists. I often feel broke, as though I'm a prime example of being in poverty. Then, I realize that my lines of thinking aren't correct. I have a roof over my head, and space for a beagle. I can afford a dog, and the occasional new pair of jeans. I've got a job. Two jobs. And I can shower. I'll be out of debt soon, and I hope to go back to college soon. Anyway, next time you think it sucks, find a homeless person. I often consider the notion that sometimes, a person might chose to be homeless. Maybe they're travelers and hate to be tied down by the "comforts" of life. Maybe they're exploring life. Maybe a person is really wealthy, but doesn't want to buy a house or live in one. But then I reconsider. Maybe a person really has had a tough life and cannot re-find their feet. It can be hard; they might have been victims of domestic violence. They might have been in the wrong place at the wrong time, or made one bad choice that led down a path of perpetual consequence. Who knows. The world is sort of a weird place

It's been a while... so I guess my New Years' Resolution.... I failed. That's really it. I'm dealing with the DUI classes. They're quite boring. I want to fall asleep during every session, but they're almost over. Thank goodness. Two more classes and one more meeting session, and I'm golden.

I've also had an interview at a local animal hospital. I also had the opportunity to shadow some of the receptionists. I really hope I land this job- it would be epic for me! The people there seem really neat, and they seem to be really organized. The staff all seems really nice; I think I hit it off with the people I followed. They seemed really kick-ass. I'll keep ya posted as the week progresses. Maybe.

I went to the animal shelter today, and got to visit with one of the coolest dogs ever. I met a basset hound cross today, and really wanted to kidnap her. Unfortunately, there's really no more room in my heart for another pooch. Bailey is really time and love consuming. She's a great dog, don't misunderstand. But, she, as one of my friends noted, is sort of like a princess. She demands a great deal of attention. And affection. And love. I enjoy her company. It's good... I enjoyed a walk we took today. It was actually pretty nice today weather wise, and began snowing lightly as we crossed the Lawe Street Bridge. Then, as I was admiring the snow, Bailey decided to roll in water fowl poops. It was gross. We went home, and I promptly tossed her in the bathtub. And now, well, now she's smelling great and laying on my ankles. Oh, fruity smelling dog. I hear beagle snores and am lulled to sleep.

So, I've been trying to remain optimistic and have more of a positive worldview. This has been surprisingly easy. I hope that things will perk up after the classes are over. They begin tonight. I'm actually excited to get them going, and get this stuff over; hopefully then I can move forward and land a better job. I regret that I haven't been more able to write more, but aspire to write more describing the classes tonight. :-)

I am beginning to feel hopeless again. I realize that I need a job, I have things to accomplish. My goals, however, require that I have some money to support me and take me to the places I need to get to. Getting a decent job right now is important but I feel like this is significantly harder than it is supposed to be. I've been sending out resumes and really well written cover letters, and am getting nowhere fast. I don't know if the DUI is the reason, but I imagine it might be. Anyway, I take the classes beginning next week, and hopefully they will help my life get re-organized.

Nothing too terribly new...

Within a week or two of goal setting and wanting to write more in an attempt to better myself and keep myself sane, I've already begun to fail. Quite sorry about this, but I have become addicted to the show, "Sons of Anarchy." I've determined that seasons 1 and 2 are epic, but I'm not a huge fan of 3 (when Abel gets kidnapped). I'm not up to date on season 4 just yet... but I hope to be soon. I've heard it's a great success.

Things finally seem as though they might come back around. I visited with my doctor today, who thinks I should visit with a psychologist. This, I think, will be helpful. I'm not sleeping, not waking up feeling "rested." It's weird- maybe I'm more like Kerouac than expected. He, it seems, never slept. Kept going, kept writing as though he was... Anyway, I haven't the ability to write like him, to transform an entire generation. I can write about him, then tell you tales of my beagle, (get it, beagles have tails...bad jokes aside) but that's all I've got.

My beagle is quite well, as is work. This is all.

I regret missing yesterday, but (as odd as this sounds) I was at a loss for words.

The weather here is weird. It's been very warm the last few days. The beagle finally got used to the snow; it has since vanished. There are still bits of snow around, buried under the Christmas trees on the terrace. The beagle insists on sniffing the trees with a look that seems to imply, "Hey, it's an evergreen! Where are the bunnies?" She loves to sniff. Nightly, she insists on going outside and exploring the back yard, looking for Molly the Mole who lives under the ground, leaving visible lines in the grass. (Yes, I've given the "pests" a name. Since living in Montana, I have learned that pests don't really exist. It's really just a matter of perspective.)

Yesterday, we took the pooch to the dog park. She returned all muddy and gross, with the white parts of her legs covered in mud. She finally got a bath today; she smells and nice. I also recently moved her dog bed into the living room; this is now the popular piece of furniture in the living room.  

Have I noted that the DUI classes are finally beginning? And my cousin's coming home! Whoo hoo. Regrettably, I don't know if I'll be able to see him while he's here; I will not give up on this endeavor though. It's been far too long, I feel, since I've been to my aunt, uncle and cousins' house. Floppy Ears also seems to enjoy her time there; however, she does enjoy eating the garbage in the bathroom, and frequently needs to be chased out.

Oh, what would we do if we didn't have our dogs? I wish everyone had a beagle as cool as mine.

On a non-beagle related note, I've determined that I am also very grateful for the humans that are currently in my life. My family seems only to want to help, and I find their help and occasional bluntness amazing.

Laptop is about to die. Maybe I'll return more later. Thanks again for stopping in. I hope you've had a great day.

*** A few hours later***
 While I'm working on remaining positive, I've decided there are a few things that I really cannot stand.
1.)  Shoes that tie: They're so annoying and always seem to come untied. And they always come untied at the most inconvenient of times.
2.)  Head  colds: Incredibly icky. And you wake up with a severe case of dry mouth and lots of boogies.
3.)  My beagle's ability to have "selective hearing": This can (and has) cause(d) trouble.

On a positive note, things are looking up. Trying to remain positive is key. Things'll work out in their own time.

Tea... Yum.

So, I'm still really excited about the DUI classes coming, and soon to be over-- even though that's still two months off. I'm just happy to be nearing the end of this. Unfortunately, some people aren't so thrilled, it seems. While I understand that they're trying to help... I don't really feel like I need more "Debbie Downers," so to speak. I hope that the plans that I've made for myself- my goals- are still achievable. I have currently come into another time of doubt. I hope that this too will pass.

On a positive note, I still have a beagle. We went for a walk earlier this morning, and one of my mittens fell out of my pocket. Later, I found my mitten as we were driving to my cousin's birthday party. Hurrah! It was laying on the sidewalk a block from our house. I don't know how it got there, but it was a simple win. A simple way to feel slightly better.

My cousin's birthday was wonderful. Dinner for me consisted of a grilled cheese sandwich, green bean casserole, and potato salad. Let me reassure you- it was a great grilled cheese. And the bean casserole- also delish since I missed it at Thanksgiving and Christmas. I think I made more green bean casserole as comfort  food while living in Montana because I missed my family. Now, that I'm surrounded by them, I'm... really not enjoying life. Arguably, this is a natural consequence... But, this, too, will pass.