Just in Case...

Just in case anyone is interested in reading the story that Stephen gave to comfort one of the girls he cheated on me with, here's the link:

http://escapexflight.blogspot.com/2008/12/right-thing.html

I wrote it to try and help him pass his English Class... or that's why he told me he needed me to write it. It was an "assignment" that was due the next day and he desperately needed my help to pass. I don't know whether or not there was ever a damn assignment. For all I know, Torie was aborting his child and he was trying to make her feel better about it.

The fact that he sent her something that I wrote hurts deep inside. I think it hurt more than his infidelity.

Warmth...

So, I got lots of warm, snuggly clothes for Christmas. No more freezing in the extreme Arkansas winter. I'll have to post the photos later. :)

Home for Christmas.

I'm home :)

Have been since the 18th!

Stage Managing = Life

I just got done stage managing The Directing Project. It was awesome. I've missed it so much. I'm telling you that there is no place I would rather be than the booth. It's the most peaceful place I know. Everything is calm and I am completely content.

I can't wait to do it all the time.

:D


And apparently, I was the first freshman allowed to stage manage. :)

So...

I finally did it. I broke up with Stephen. I felt bad for hurting him, but after all he's done, I can't see why. He cheated, he lied, and he could make me feel bad for just about anything.

The good news is...

I'm happier than I remember ever being!

:)

I Hate This Part

I Hate This Part
- > The Pussycat Dolls

We're driving slow
Through the snow
On fifth avenue
And right now radio's
All that we can hear

Man we ain't talked since we left
It's so overdue
It's cold outside
But between us its worse in here

The world slows down
But my heart beats fast right now
I know this is the part
Where the end starts

I can't take it any longer
Thought that we were stronger
All we do is linger
Slipping through my fingers

I don't want to try now
All that's lefts goodbye to
Find a way that I can tell you

I hate this part right here
I hate this part right here
I just can't take your tears
I hate this part right here

Everyday seven takes of the same old scheme
Seems we're bound by the laws of the same routine
Gotta talk to you now fore we go to sleep
But will we sleep once I tell you its hurting me

The world slows down
But my heart beats fast right now
I know this is the part where the end starts

I can't take it any longer
Thought that we were stronger
All we do is linger
Slipping through my fingers

I don't want to try now
All that's lefts goodbye to
Find a way that I can tell you

I hate this part right here
I hate this part right here
I just can't take your tears
I hate this part right here

I know you'll ask me to hold on
And carry on like nothings wrong
But there is no more time for lies
Cause I see the sunset in your eyes

I can't take it any longer
Thought that we were stronger
All we do is linger
Slipping through our fingers

I don't want to try now
All that's lefts goodbye to
Find a way that I can tell you

But I gotta do it
I gotta do it
I gotta do it
I hate this part

I gotta do it
I gotta do it
I gotta do it


I hate this part right here
I hate this part right here
And I just can't take these tears
I hate this part right here

Old-fashioned

The more I think about it, the more I want to be part of an older era. I want to have my family dinners at a formal dining table. And Christmas would be grand. Lots of baking and warm dinners. Winters would cozy, spent in front of a warm fire. The whole little children running underfoot, with thoughts of sugarplums in their head.

Too bad it won't happen.

2645 / 5000 words. 53% done!

Shooting? Here? In The Middle Of Nowhere?

Yep. There was a shooting here at Henderson State University. Luckily, the dumbass missed and nobody was hurt. In fact, the majority of the students weren't aware that anything had happened until well after the fact. They caught the three suspects, impounded the car, and confiscated the weapon. Apparently, it was over a dispute over money between some guy and his ex-girlfriend. So, she got her new boyfriend to go after her. Very mature, right?

It's kinda surprising though. We are located in the middle of nowhere. We're supposed to be safe here, right? It's PODUNK! Small Town, USA and all that jazz.

2577 / 5000 words. 52% done!

All You Who Sleep Tonight

All You who Sleep Tonight

All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right
And emptiness above -

Know that you aren't alone
The whole world shares your tears,
Some for two nights or one,
And some for all their years.

Vikram Seth

*long sigh*

I feel older than my years... I can physically feel myself wearing out. I'm already beginning to form worry lines. Well, laugh lines too. I guess there are causes for both. There's a constant knot rolled up in the pit of my stomach. I worry about everything it seems... financial things, my evil step-brother, my parents, my brothers, my relationships, Stephen, my career, his career, his health, my health, my school work, my home work, my grades, my room having some modicum of cleanliness, and the list goes on.

I am going to give myself an ulcer. I just know. I am already giving myself panic attacks. I should probably speak to a doctor about something for the anxiety. It's getting really bad now.

I'm so busy it seems. There never seems to be a moment to just sit and read a good book. If I do, I get behind, especially in my history class. Did I mention I'll be lucky to get a C in there? I'll have A's everywhere else, I believe. I'll still have my scholarship which is important.

Don't get me wrong. I love college! I love it here at Henderson and I love the experience I'm having. It's just there is so much going on. Both at home and at school.

1865 / 5000 words. 37% done!

This Election

I'm glad it's over. Very unhappy about the outcome, but it was expected.

I am pissed of people who rub it into my face, especially when they don't know jackshit about Obama.

Halloween

I was Elphaba from Wicked and my costume was kick-ass. :)

Henderson Halloween sucked. Although there was somebody dressed as Sweeney Todd and looked just like him. I was psyched.

Why don't people bother wearing costumes anymore? If people think they are too old to dress up, then you are too old to go trick-or-treating! You are old enough to get a job and buy you're own damn candy! Or when they come back multiple times! That pisses me off! There was even an older woman trick-or-treating albeit costumes or kids! I feel bad not having candy later to give to kids who are wearing costumes, because some kid in a t-shirt has come by three times.

Next year, I will be Mrs. Lovett from Sweeney Todd. Taylor says he will be Sweeney and we will learn A Little Priest.

1415 / 5000 words. 28% done!

A Year Ago Today...

So, it's kinda interesting and strange to think that a year ago today, I lost my "V-Card." *laughs*

Sorry, random.

My Hopeful, Potential Schedule

*crosses fingers* hopefully this is what will wind up happening

MWF
9 AM: Intro to Sociology -> McLemore (3 hours)

T/TR

8 AM: Oral Comm -> Jones (3 hours)
11 AM: Introduction to Philosophy -> Unassigned (3 hours)
1:30 PM: Stage & Studio Make-up -> Henshaw (3 hours)
3 PM: Theatre Dance I -> Maddox (2 hours)

Wednesday
2 PM: Theatre Practicum - Henshaw (1 hour)

Online:
Introduction to Astronomy - Steed (4 hours)



Yes, I know it's 19 hours, but here's hoping. And as much as I'd like to drop Theatre Dance and take Stagecraft, I don't know if they'd let me get away with taking 20 hours.

Banks Are The Root Of All Evil

Seriously, I mean it.

They held a payment I had made, until I had made another payment so that the dumb fucks could overdraft my account twice! I will give them that I did overdraft by five dollars. And I have no problem in paying the five dollars and the overdraft fee for that. However, they held a credit purchase until I had made the one purchase, so that they could overdraft me again.

Here's the fucking kicker. After I supposedly overdrafted and they added the fee, I still had money in my account. How's that for funny. But you know, the last time I looked it up, you had to spend money you didn't fucking have to overdraft.

I called three different people to try to get it straightened out.
1. It's the way their system works. Meaning, we meant to screw over an 18-year old girl who makes less than 300 a month.
2. Didn't understand how I overdrafted twice either.
3. It was my fault and that she'd be nice enough to remove the nineteen dollar overdraft fee (the fee for a first overdraft) but not the thirty-five dollar one. So I still got screwed.

1238 / 5000 words. 25% done!

I Have the Strangest Dreams

I was a detective with the SVU unit from TV. There was some sort of hold-up at a laundromat. We went in and three Disney princesses are there, crouching behind fallen washing machines. They are Belle, Snow White, and Ariel. We have been searching for a psychopath betta fish. He was the one holding up the laundromat. We find him standing on a dryer. He's a funny little fish with a mustache and a mole on the left above his lip. We're talking to him and we realize he isn't the one we're looking for. He's the evil fish's double. Suddenly, I see the real evil betta standing on top of a washing machine. I yell "Down! Get Down!" Just as the fish begins shooting at us. A bullet hit some black cop and another hit Ariel. As I am ducking, I become acutely aware of my daughter in my arms. I cling tightly to her, putting her on the other side of me. even though we are hiding behind a row of washers. As the bullet hit Ariel and she fell, I remember covering Emily's (my daughter's) eyes, trying to keep her from seeing what's going on.

1044 / 5000 words. 21% done!

Reckless Speed

So, I went to see this play with some friends of mine. The play was so-so, but that's not what I'm writing about.

I'm writing about what a certain self-absorbed "friend" of mine did. We had a set plan. We knew exactly when to be back, because they all had rehearsal at seven. The plan was to drop off a different friends laundry, go to the play (which we were almost late to, due to aforementioned self-absorbed "friend"), go back to the house and start another load of laundry, go to dinner, go see a friend's mom, pick up laundry, return to school.

As is obvious, it did not go as planned. The funny thing about running late is that we were actually able to cut our a lot of the laundry time, because the friend's dad was willing to do it for her. We went to visit the friend's mother, as planned, and left at the agreed upon time. As we were leaving the "friend" decided we needed to stop by her house too, after having eaten with her family. The reason she wanted to stop by her house was that her youngest brother has a few disabilities and wasn't able to leave the house. She wanted to introduce us. We told her, we didn't have time, but she refused to listen. Since she was driving, we were forced to go to her house and sit in the car for twenty minutes.

By now, we are running thirty minutes late. She is annoyed with US! She is also the friend who thinks she is so talented that Dr. Beach will move her up from Blind Girl number whatever to Helen Keller or Anne. She is upset that it will make a bad impression to be late to the FIRST rehearsal.

Her solution is to drive like a maniac. She saw fit to drive 115 miles per hour with three of her closest friends in the car. 115 miles per hour!!! I asked her to slow and she refused, saying that they had to make it on time. Another girl asked her to slow, again she refused. She is dodging traffic and switching lanes while driving at alarming speeds. She sees nothing wrong or dangerous in this. Even after we almost hit somebody, she thought it was their fault. I spent the majority of the trip back to the campus clinging to the "Oh, Shit! bar".

I am finished with her. The end. If somebody doesn't feel the need to worry about other people's safety, because of her delusions, she's not worth my time.

846 / 5000 words. 17% done!

It's a blessing!

Actually, it's more of a curse.

For some reason, I am almost always able to tell when somebody is up to no good. When they are out to use or hurt somebody, I know. I haven't been wrong yet. I wish just once somebody would prove me wrong, so I don't feel like some horrible person. I feel bad when I try to warn my boyfriend that somebody is not as great as they come off. I feel even worse when he continues to defend them, only to prove him wrong when they do what I knew they would.

Maybe the reason I can tell when people are up to no good has to do with all of the poor, pitiful souls who used to take advantage of us. My mother has always had a bleeding heart. When I was younger, we ALWAYS had somebody who needed a place to stay at our house... more specifically in my room. It seems I spent the majority of my childhood sleeping on the couch or in my brothers' bedroom. There was always a woman from our church who was "leaving".

Often, they were actually the ones who had the problems. One women had this sob story where her husband was a drug addict and beat her. Turned out, she was the druggie. She was mad at him and wanted to make him pay. So she stayed at our house for awhile.

As long as I can remember, people have been taking advantage of my family or of me. Maybe I've developed the ability to see people's true motives as a defense, a form of self-preservation.

412 / 5000 words. 8% done!

No More Communication Classes!

WOOT!
I dropped my debate class this morning!
And I can still keep my scholarship!

WOOT!

No more of the professor's rambling!

One of Those...

Have you ever noticed something about somebody that really got you down? Just a little habit that they may not even realize they have? Well, I have and I'm about to go crazy over a friend's little habit.
See, she has this tendency to brag. It makes her sound really arrogant, and she may be. I just wish she would stop! If I have to hear one more time what a great actor she is, I will smash her face. She was honestly shocked that she didn't get cast as Helen Keller in The Miracle Worker. She is Blind Girl Number something or other. She has said three different things on this matter.
1. She was surprised she didn't get a lead.
2. She says that the reason she got a small role didn't have to do with talent. She asked for a smaller role. (Does this make sense with number 1?)
3. She is sure that once Dr. Beach has seen her act she will move her to the lead. (Doesn't this contradict 2?)
She didn't get the role, because she didn't fit the part. Her audition was not as great as the actors who did get cast for lead roles. She also doesn't have half the experience that the other actors did!

That's my little rant.

Can I Get Yo Numba?

I was on a walk this evening, like I do most evenings. What made tonight different? I got asked for my number. The guy actually scared the shit outta me at first. I was walking along on the sidewalk with my iPod blaring, like always, when out of the corner of my eye I see bicycle handlebars. I jumped out of the way and said excuse me. The following conversation is what followed.

Frankie: What's your name?
Me: Jill. Yours?
Frankie: I'm Frankie. You're very beautiful. Did you know that you are very beautiful? Has anyone told you?
Jill: Thank you.
Frankie: Can I have your number?
Jill: Sorry, I have a boyfriend.
Frankie: No problem. *rides off*

"And if this is the soundtrack, my mind and my broken heart collaborate to provide me with the movie - that night she was so tired she said she needed to lie down, so she climbed over the seat and laid out in the back. I thought I'd lost her, but then five minutes later my cell phone rang and it was her, calling me from my own backseat. In a sleepy voice she told me how safe and comfortable she felt, how she was remembering all those late-night drives back from vacation, and how she'd stretch herself out and feel like her parents were driving her bed, nothing unusual about the movement of the road under the wheels and the tree branches waving across the windshield. She said those moments made her feel like the car was home, and maybe that's how I made her feel, too. Eventually she fell asleep, but I kept the phone against my ear, lulled by her breathing, and her breathing again in the background. And yes, it felt like home. Like everything belonged exactly where it was."

-Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist

The "Soap" Opera

As anybody who has used public laundry facilities, particularly those in shared housing (IE. Dorms), they can get pretty busy and things can get pretty nasty.
The washing machines and dryers are designed for shortened time, so that everyone can use them in an orderly fashion. Well, people will set them for TWO HOURS!!! It only takes forty-five minutes TOPS! They simply don't want to have to worry about checking on it.
So, we are sitting here on our finished washers, waiting for some idiot to come empty her dryers. Two girls walk in with buckets of dirty laundry. They realize that every appliance is in use. Either literally working or, as was the case with many washers, finished and waiting to transfer the loads. So, this girl is freaking out, yelling and ranting, because she can't do her laundry. It's not her fault for waiting so late to attempt to do laundry, it is ours because we are unwilling to move our WET laundry to our rooms. Her friend is telling her to calm down, they can either do it later or tomorrow. The girl says that she is going to go tell the Hall Director on us. She storms off, is gone for a few minutes, then returns and tells her friend they'll do it tomorrow. HAHAHAHA! Guess she realized how futile it was to keep fighting.

My Boyfriend's Back!

Stephen is now home from his stupid retreat. :)

Makes me so happy!

I missed him...

Neither of us slept well, because our nightly routines heavily involve each other.

Cannot wait until I get to see him again.

Are You Lonely Tonight?

So... this week has kinda sucked...

My family canceled their trip up here. My tuition bill came, so it was either pay the tuition or come pick me up...

My friends have all gone home for the weekend.

I'm getting sick.

And to top things all off, Stephen's stupid work retreat is in the only friggin' place he doesn't get service. Virginia... *glares at state* Why is it he can get service in a cement basement, but not in friggin' Virginia!

So, I haven't been able to talk to him since yesterday morning and won't get to until tomorrow afternoon.

In other news, I got an A on that stupid history paper! *Screams and dances with joy* I got a 92% to be exact!

Forgot to mention

There was a bomb threat in DC again today. In the subway tunnel RIGHT UNDER Stephen's office!

So, not only has there been on in the Target down the street from where he works, but right under it!!

And if that's not bad enough, last week he found a BODY!!! A BODY!!!!!!!!!!!!! In the alley next to work...

He tells me not to worry, because the body was obviously dumped. NOT TO WORRY!!!

He does work in the ghetto, I don't care how much he denies it. He does!

So My History Teacher..

So, my history teacher is a die-hard, scary, liberal democrat. And it's really kinda pissing me off. Our assigned reading, Ella Price's Journal, was one of the most horrible books that I have ever read. It made me want to gouge my eyes out. In the span of a year, a middle class house wife from the sixties does a complete 180 as far as beliefs go. And by changing all of her beliefs from conservative to outrageously liberal, she is happier. Gah... Then, the real kicker was that he wanted us to write a history research paper on a FICTION novel?!? Don't worry, I did. I am currently waiting for him to return it. Supposedly, they will be handed back tomorrow, which is also test day.
Yesterday in class, we were discussing the feminist movement of the sixties. He said, and quote, "The Republicans were more in support of the feminist movement, but only because they cared more about business than people's home life." WHAT THE HELL? They did something good and he still spins it badly! Either that or he was against the feminist movement, which wouldn't suprise me either.

As A Mere Freshman,

I get to stage manage!!!

WOOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Even More Proof

Last night, Stephen and I were talking on the phone. He was soooo tired, it was funny. So, he started rambling about really random things, like Star Trek and corn dogs.

Stephen: (talking about some Star Trek alien) I wanna be blue and have antennae.
Jill (Me): You wanna be a smurf?

:D

I eventually started to read a poem called The Names and he started going on about baby names and he didn't know why we were talking about them, because we weren't have kids. *laughs* He was so cute.

But I did convince him that he had asked for a story and read him a handful of poetry until he fell asleep.

Scary Scary Times

Yesterday, Stephen decided to go to Target. Nothing unusual, right? Wrong. He and his mother had only been there ten minutes, when they announced that their was a bomb threat. They barred the doors while they deliberated whether or not to allow them to leave the building, because it was possible the bomber was in the building and would not detonate the bomb while he was in there.

Have the morons ever heard of suicide bombers?!?

Anyway, they ultimately evacuate the mall. Smart move.

No harm, no foul, right?

Wrong.

Luckily, no one was hurt. Everyone got out okay and the building did not blow up.

They found the bomb later that evening. It was a dud. The scary thing is that it was supposed to explode five minutes before the threat was called in. They weren't supposed to have the option of evacuating, because they weren't going to know. If the thing had not been a dud, the love of my life would be dead right now!

I was half-hysterical when I found out. I hope they catch the son of a bitch and kill him painfully. Hell, I wanna do it myself.

Late Night Meetings

Seriously, 9 and 10 o'clock meetings?!? And making them MANDATORY?!?
You've done lost your mind.

I am not gonna wake up for any more of your stupid meetings.

Schedule them at a decent time. Not bed time.

Because I need sleep.
Seriously, I have a 17 hour course load, work study, and rehearsals.

And I am sick!

So, I'll thank you kindly for having future meetings at a respectable time.

More Proof

Of how adorkable my baby is. I <3 him so much.

Stephen: If you were ever assimilated by the Borg, I love you enough to kill you myself.
Me: Thank you, Baby. I think.
Stephen: *laughs* It's good, baby. I'd put you out of your brain-eating misery if you were a zombie, too.

Ain't he cute?

I <3 My Geek

"Ok, pizza's in the oven, root beers and chips are on the ottoman, and Episode 1 in the player. *cracks knuckles* Let's do this."

This is the text that my boyfriend sent me while he was setting up for his Star Wars marathon, that was about five o'clock. It's still going on and will probably continue until the wee hours of the morning.

Ain't he adorable?

Finding a niche...

For anyone who reads this or who ever wonders if I'm okay, I am. I'm happier here at HSU than I remember being at high school. Things just run that much smoother here. Even with a heavier workload, I don't feel as overwhelmed as I did at Olympic.
I also fit in here. I have friends and even acquaintances are wonderfully nice. There are fewer idiots and fewer behavior issues. I finally feel safe at a school. How weird is that?
Something else that's fantastic? After my Stephen gets his associate's degree, he's talking about transferring down here. How amazing is that? Doesn't it make you just go awwwwwwwww... Yea, he doesn't get why. It's so funny.
Speaking of Stephen, he's sick. :( So that's yucky. Hopefully, he'll get better real fast.

You know what?

I don't care if you're pro-life or pro-choice.


Just stop shoving it down people's throats, because honestly, nobody gives a shit what you think. Especially when you're being an asshole about it.

First Semester Schedule

Meant to post this over a week ago...

Tuesdays and Thursdays 9:30 AM - Argument and Debate

Tuesdays and Thursdays 11:00 AM - English B Honors

Tuesdays and Thursdays 1:30 PM - Henderson Seminar


Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays 9:00 AM - U.S.
Civilization Since 1865

Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays 10:00 AM - Humanities: Theatre Arts

Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays 11:00 AM - Acting I


Wednesdays 2:00 PM - Theatre Practicum

Plus, from what I've been told thus far, I will be working in Props as my workstudy opportunity.


And will be involved in theatre.


:)

I wanna go home

I'm so very very homesick...
I don't like it here. It's way too quiet and way too dark.

Plus, I'm scared I'll be forgotten... I don't wanna be forgotten.

Heart Start

Orientation, known as Heart Start, is tomorrow...

And I'm kinda nervous.

I don't wanna go...

I hated highschool...

but at least it was a known evil...

I'll let y'all know my classes once I'm registered...

Why am I angry?

Why am I angry you ask. Why would I tire of you? Could it have anything to do with the almost constant betrayal? The promises you made, but didn't bother to keep? The continuous lying? Acting like a fucking whore?
You know as well as I do that there is only one thing that can make me this angry. Going after my boyfriend. You know that out of all the things you could do to me that constantly flirting with him, or the constant inappropriate actions you made around him, thinking that I wouldn't notice or that he wouldn't tell me. Let me tell you something, Missy, that is the one thing that I would notice.
Constantly telling him your horny, especially when you've got a girlfriend, is crossing a line. I tried to ignore it. Then,you crossed an even bigger line when you sent him a nude photo! And you did it while I was with him! OF COURSE I WOULD FIND OUT YOU GODDAMN FUCKING WHORE!!!!!!

Don't ask my why I'm angry at you. You damn well know.

Scary Thought

In less than a week, I won't ever see this house again...
I'm leaving on Sunday to head to orientation, then staying with my aunt until the rest of the family arrives about a week later.

It feels really strange.

Do us all a favor and go die!

Listen up, bitch.
You've been stalking my boyfriend for far too long. I thought that maybe after he got a restraining order on you, that you'd get a fucking clue. Obviously, you refuse to accept that fact that he has never been interested in you, nor will he ever be. Nobody is interested in an STD-ridden whore. Except for the few lonely guys who can't get a fuck anywhere else. That's all your good for, working the street corners.
What makes you think he'd want you, anyway? Especially, when he has me. Anyone with half a brain could tell you that I am obviously the better choice.
Shall I list the ways?
1. I'm not a whore.
2. I'm STD-Free. You know why that is? I've only slept with the one guy? How about you? Oh! That's right, you lost count.
3. I'm not a stark-raving lunatic!
4. I didn't attempt to destroy his reputation when he was away for an entire month, with no way to defend his reputation.
5. I don't threaten people, simply because they have what you can't have.
6. I'm smarter than you. As can be exhibited by just about anything.
7. I, unlike you, have morals.
8. I don't weigh as much as a small elephant. It's called a salad, honey.
9. I'm way prettier than you, which is saying something, because I don't think I'm prettier than a lot of people. But I do know that I'm prettier than you, both inside and out.
10. Even when I don't like people, I try to be nice. The one exception, being you. You pushed me too fucking far.

And that is just the short list.

So, as you can see, skankwhore (Did I mention that this is what we call you. We meaning He and I), you are just shit out of luck.

Nobody wants you. That much is obvious. Didn't your mother kick you out? That's right, she didn't want you either. That is how worthless you are, not even your own mother can stand you. Your father can't either, that's why he left. He couldn't stand to look at your hideous, horrible face any longer. You have a face and personality that not even your parents can love. How's it feel to be deemed so worthless?

Signed,
Your Worst Nightmare

Friday Fill-In (A day late)

I know it's a day late, but I didn't discover it until about five minutes ago.


Here we go:

1. I believe whatever doesn't kill you hurts like hell.

2. If you're good at something, don't forget it.

3. Why so blue, Panda Bear.

4. Something is out there, it's getting closer as I type this.

5. If my life were a sitcom, it would be titled Wannabe.

6. Sitting on my back porch [if you don't have one, use your imagination] I see the kids next door playing tag.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to getting my room back, tomorrow my plans include sanding and painting and Sunday, I want to Sleep!




http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2008-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-05%3A00&updated-max=2009-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-05%3A00&max-results=30

Yay!

I got my laptop back!

Thank God for extended warranties!

Daddy

Daddy - Jewel

My bones are tired, Daddy
I don't get enough sleep
I don't eat as good as I could, Daddy
What's that say about me?
Sometimes I sleep past noon, Daddy
Drink lots of black coffee and I smoke like a chimney.
Yes, I left the refrigerator door half open, Daddy.
What's that say about me?
Sometimes I want to rip out your throat, Daddy
For all those things you said that were mean.
Gonna make you just as vulnerable as I was, Daddy
What's that say about me?
Sometimes I want to bash in your teeth, Daddy.
Gonna use your tongue as a stamp
Gonna rip your heart out the way you did mine, Daddy
Go ahead and psycho-analyze that.
'Cause I'm your creation, I'm your love, Daddy.
Grew up to be and do all those sick things you said I'd do
Well last night I saw you sneak out your window
With your white hood, Daddy
What's' that say about you?
I'm sloppy, what's that say about you?
I'm messy, what's that say about you?
My bones are tired, Daddy




I'm sure I can't be the only one who feels this way.

Yay!

We found the protection plan for my laptop. So, it gets fixed, for free!
Woot!

And I was right. It is the fan.

Just My Luck...

My laptop has given up the ghost.
I'm pretty sure it's the fan...

And a month before school starts.

:(

Love the city :)

So, I'm in DC visiting my boyfriend, which is wonderful. It's depressing that we see each other so rarely. I probably won't see him again until Thanksgiving break. I love him lots.

The city is fantastic. There is so much to do. It's almost impossible to get bored. The metro system is fantastic. It's so easy to go places. It feels so weird to wander the city alone. That would never happen back home. It wouldn't be allowed, deemed "too risky." It's freeing to be able to come and go as I please. For the first time, I actually feel like an adult. I not only think I can handle myself, I know I can.

Am I overreacting?

How many of y'all think it's whore-ish behavior to call up a guy friend and tell him you're horny?

I personally think you should only say something along those lines if you want the guy to personally come help you with the issue. And I don't trust any girls who do this.

Am I overreacting?

Interesting Activity.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal or website along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around and look for the "coolest" book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.

"I would kiss your smelly feet for an opportunity like that, fat Yeste."


Gotta love The Princess Bride.

Promoted to Life

I'm officially free!!! I graduated on Friday! YAY!

I would have posted sooner, but my boyfriend was in town and I opted to spend as much time with him as possible.

I got a surprise at graduation when Mr. Lawler, my history teacher, gave me an Honors Sash. I didn't realize I was in the top ten percent. So YAY!

Also, when I got home from graduation, there was a letter from Henderson, the college I will be attending, letting me know that I was officially accepted into the Honors College! I get better dorms. I also get to skip my first English class thanks to my SAT.

I'm so happy!

I can't wait until next Saturday. I get to fly to DC to spend two, count 'em TWO, weeks with my boyfriend! YAY!

Now that I'm 18...

Can my Mother MAKE me do anything now that I'm 18?

Seriously?


Because we're having some issues with that.



Apparently even though I've been led to believe that when I turned 18, I was an adult, and as such was allocated certain privileges. These privileges were things along the lines of voting, college, buying lotto tickets, and BEING ABLE TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND.



She says that she has a right to make certain decisions for me as my mother, because I'm her child.



Lemme tell you, I'm getting sick and tired of hearing "I know best."

And How can you tell me that once I'm 18, I can see my boyfriend whenever, including going to see him, not just him driving to me, and now tell me I have to have your permission?

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..........

Somebody, please tell me whether she can MAKE me do anything?

signed,
Seriously confused and annoyed.

If you're conservative,

Run for the hills.

No Joke.

Obama Won.
Clinton will be his running mate.

There is almost no chance for McCain to win.

I could cry.

For the first time, there will be people trying to get INTO Mexico from the United States.

And no, I'm not against Obama, because I'm racist. Nor am I against Clinton, because I'm sexist. I'm honestly an informed middle-class white eighteen year-old girl.

The really disturbing thing is that the majority of supporters I've met aren't voting for issues, but because he is "cooler" than the others. I'll admit, he seems cool and he's certainly charismatic. If half the people I knew could tell me what he stands for, besides simply "change," I wouldn't be so disgruntled.

No, my generation chooses to either not vote or make it a mockery by going about the presidential election similarly to how they go about American Idol. Then, when something happens that they don't agree with or don't like, they're upset.

"Don't Vote, Don't Bitch!" is my philosophy.

Sex offenders in hotels?

That's right. NC is talking about putting sex offenders up in public hotels.


Why?
Because it is "cheaper" than housing and feeding them in prison. Plus it helps with the overcrowding issue.



YOU KNOW WHAT'S EVEN CHEAPER?!?
HANG THE BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!

If they're put in hotels, and they mysteriously start dying....

It's not me I swear.



*innocent look as she hides weapons of mass destruction behind her back*

I'm FREE!!!

HAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!! *HAPPY DANCE*

I'm done, bitches! I never HAVE to go to that godforsaken hellhole that the state of North Carolina has deemed a school!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm happy beyond belief.



Whoever said I'd miss it, obviously didn't know me or the school :P

*cartwheels down the street*

*starts singing*
NO MORE STUPID FRESHMEN! PUT ON A HAPPY FACE!

Last Day of My First Job

Today was my last day working at PetSmart.
I can honestly say that I'm going to miss it. A LOT.
The people I worked with were all amazing. I'mma miss them lots.
And work was really one of the few factors that kept me sane throughout the hell that was this year.

I wish I hadn't had to quit.