Not in my hands...

My mother goes in for surgery on an artery to her heart. I wish I could cut class to be there, but I have several assignments due. Not like my presence would make anything go smoother, but I would feel more in control. However, its not in my hands. I hate that. But please for my sake add my mother to your prayers.

The apartment trio has been a little rocky lately. I guess thats normal with three adolescent girls. I seem to be mostly the mediator though. My cousin once described me as "mellow". I guess its either true or the name stuck, cause my nickname here at OU is "Melo-lady." I have to be the one that interprets both of my roommates jargon. Most of it is rather ridiculous, getting blown way out of proportion due to hormones, I believe....or the full moon ;) . Either way, I decided that most of the times, I should've just let them simmer and not taken the lid off. Didn't do much good in the end. Again, out of my hands.