I attended a meeting at GHT last night because our season starts this Saturday, and came back with an abundance of mosquito bites and scratches on my arm. I guess someone decided to play a little Wiffle ball before our meeting started, and the ball went into the shrubbery about 100 times, and each time I reached in, I came out with battlescars on my arms. So I'm quite itchy this morning, but trying not to scratch.

I want to go back to school to work on my master's, but I don't know what to master. I'm actually contemplating nixing the whole teaching area and going into public relations/speech/linguistics. Not all 3, but one of those. My major was in interpersonal communication. I have lots of forms to fill out, and still have to take my GRE.

I'm going to post the very last part of my story, but I also think it's still weak. I like the ending, but as far as how to write it better and explain things more clearly, I'm still working on it. So hope you liked it if you read it.



Corey’s court date was a month later. I didn’t go to the hearing. Corey was found guilty. There were traces of blood found at the murder scenes that matched his. Now he’s in jail, probably waiting for the death penalty down the road, and I’m living happily with Sammy.

Isn’t love blind? Now I’m living with Sammy and my ex-boyfriend is in jail for my crimes. Corey didn’t really kill anyone. I did. Erika, Ashley, and Josie hurt my Sammy, and Andy stayed with that bitch Josie. I had been with Sammy since Josie broke it off with him. I knew him well now, and knew he was hurt. They deserved what they got.

Like I said, Corey was careless. He drove recklessly, and was always late for school. He was always injuring himself-cutting himself. How could you not find his blood? I found plenty of it, and found good uses for it as well. Now tell me, is love blind or is justice blind?