I never thought I would have one of these things, however I think it's a good time to start. I'll start by giving you a little "Coogan Background".

I'm an elementary education major, I've switched it about 500 times. I wanted to become a sex therapist for three years, and now if I even say the word "sex", I'll more than likely be fired...or put in jail. Not just for saying "sex", but for saying it in front of first graders. That's not cool. Back to the point of my story, (I tend to drift a little bit, but I always get there) I wanted to become a sex therapist, but I found out there really isn't such major! People who say they are "sex therapists" are really just people who majored in health and get a little certificate saying, "Okay, you can tell people how to spice up their sex life". Um no...these people are creepos. I was genuinely interested in what the body goes through during intercourse, sexual disorders, really just everything about it. I'm still fascinated by the subject; however, teaching finger painting seemed more...me.

I think you should all know that I am a waitress. I won't mention the place, for obvious reasons. I've been doing this for almost five years, and my patience is wearing thin. I had a table the other night, and I can usually fake being nice and all...not this time! He must have been drunk, but he thought he was a comedian. I just looked at him...and walked away. I'm a pretty laid back waitress; not overly nice to the fake point, but definitely attentive to my guest's needs. I have noticed that I'm pretty bad at "BSing" though. I tell horrible jokes...I'll either end up laughing too hard to even get it out, or just tell it competely the wrong way. :/

Okay well, my friend is SCREAMING at me to hurry this blog up so he can read it. I have more coog-facts for later. To Be Continued...