Haggis has a new boyfriend!

It has been. Ever since I found out about my growth* I have been decidedly less worried about it. My mother on the other hand seems to think six months is not long enough and keeps encouraging me to go to the doctor if "anything changes." Considering the only major symptom I have is lactation and thus larger breast I don't think this will change or get worse. How much worse could it get? I dare not think of it. Beyond that there are reasonable things for me to look out for(loss of period or peripheral vision) but frankly I am not that worried about it. I am though stuck with my second puberty changes. The medication to make my prolactin level go down sounds pointless(since the doctor said it isn't hurting me) and painful(apparently it is not a fun medication to be on). So I shall not mess with my hormones anymore (than my body is already doing for me) and just get used to feeling like I stole some other chicks rack.**
I received A's in my last two online classes(sweet!) and my next class seems ok. Further thoughts on that once I turn some stuff in. For now I have to deal with learning about research methods for sixteen hours a week. Lots and lots of little things.
Bree and I are practically moved in so I took some pictures(because I think those are way more entertaining than anything I write)!
* Possible names have been: Herbie, Sheila, Mystique and Francesca. Any thoughts?
**It is really not too big of a difference but I mean come on, imagine your bras (I guess if you are a guy you can think of pants?) suddenly not fitting anymore at the age of twenty one. Didn't this stop happening like seven years ago?


A view from our front door.



What's funny is I thought I had not hung up that Godzilla poster till I saw this picture on my computer after I had just taken it.



Her favorite spot in the apartment is on top of the fridge. The only way I could stop her from cleaning herself long enough to take the picture was to open the freezer door.