Half a week before the winter
Once again I havn't updated in a while. I didn't really have anything to say. Do I now? Probably not. But I need to do something. Jenks and Belle are playing. Belle is being a little too rough with him. He's still sick. Just brought him home today. He hasn't been home in a week. I'm glad he's feeling better enough for the doctor to release him. Belle...we'll she's enjoying having a playmate. So much so that she's not attacking my yarn when I'm crocheting, which is a good thing. But I know how her little teeth hurt, so I feel bad for Jenks. Once he's better I know that he'll have her on her back and crying. He's just got to get completely over the upper respitory infection first. He's eating now, he had stopped eating for a couple of days which is why the doctor kept him as long as they did. I'll have to get a picture of them and put it up. I have one of Belle, but not of Jenks yet. I don't think he would show up that well on my camera phone. I'll try it later.
It's just another day in the life of...
Best Buy called me back. I start tomorrow at five o'clock. I'm kind of excited. I mean it's going to be awesome having a job again. And I'm going to be making more than what they start everyone else out at because of my past experience. Eight dollars an hour is really going to help. I can't wait until I get trained and start getting hours. Anything to be out of this apartment will be a good thing.
...The chill bites before it comes...
The holidays are coming up. It's going to be the first ones I've spent away from home. I'm not real sure how I feel about that. I feel like I'm falling into a whole with no bottom. I don't like the holidays, the crowds, the music, the lights, the cold, none of it. I wouldn't mind sleeping through it all. They all make me feel so hollow, so empty. Why? I don't know. I don't believe I care to know either.
slipping further by the moment
I really should be working on my crochet. I've finished two scarves both of which came out really well even if I had to go bakc and redo one a couple of times thanks to Miss Belle. I'm working on a purse for me. I think it's going to be really cute when I'm done. I hope so anyway. I need to be working on the snowflakes I'm going to give to my aunts. But they don't take much time at all. The only problem I have with them is that I want them to be perfect and I know I can't do perfect...yet...
Kelly loves the ones I've made for her so far. I guess that's a good thing considering that a couple of them look like a fuzz ball.
...I think my friend said two of them are sisters...
Tiffany... I think I could write a book on Tiffany. She has changed so much. I don't even recongize the girl who she used to be. And the majority of the blame goes to Matt. I'm waiting for someone to call me and say that she's dead. Dead of what? I don't know, drugs, a wreck, murder. I just don't know. But that's where I see her life going. And it's not something I like. Tiffany used to want to work so that she could have spending money, and so that she could buy things. She was saving up for a car. A 69 Mustang Fastback. And a Harely Davidson. And a truck, I'm not sure of which model exactly. But she had all these dreams and things she wanted too do. And now that Matt is in the picture everything she wanted has gone out of the window.
She's going to end up pregant. And then she is going to end up alone, I don't believe that Matt will stick around if she does become with child. I know that I can't control her, but I'm scared of where the road that she is one is heading. And I know that there is nothing that I can do about it.
I don't even want to think about the exampe that she is setting for Sierra. Tiffany probably doesn't even care about that....
And the pain you feel is a differnt kind of pain
I miss my grandmother. And my Aunt. Yes, I know that is a part of moving out. But it sucks, ya know? Kelly gets to see her father every week. Granted she doesn't get to see her mother, but she still gets to see part of her family. And it's hard. I don't like some of the things that we eat for dinner. And her father already thinks that I'm a bad influence. So I don't speak up when I see it's something I don't like.
Her parents wanted Kelly to move bakc home to Maryland with them. I guess that's why I'm a bad influence. Because I'm keeping her here. I don't know.
I guess I'm done babbling for now. Not sure of what else I can say.
It's just another day in the life of...
Best Buy called me back. I start tomorrow at five o'clock. I'm kind of excited. I mean it's going to be awesome having a job again. And I'm going to be making more than what they start everyone else out at because of my past experience. Eight dollars an hour is really going to help. I can't wait until I get trained and start getting hours. Anything to be out of this apartment will be a good thing.
...The chill bites before it comes...
The holidays are coming up. It's going to be the first ones I've spent away from home. I'm not real sure how I feel about that. I feel like I'm falling into a whole with no bottom. I don't like the holidays, the crowds, the music, the lights, the cold, none of it. I wouldn't mind sleeping through it all. They all make me feel so hollow, so empty. Why? I don't know. I don't believe I care to know either.
slipping further by the moment
I really should be working on my crochet. I've finished two scarves both of which came out really well even if I had to go bakc and redo one a couple of times thanks to Miss Belle. I'm working on a purse for me. I think it's going to be really cute when I'm done. I hope so anyway. I need to be working on the snowflakes I'm going to give to my aunts. But they don't take much time at all. The only problem I have with them is that I want them to be perfect and I know I can't do perfect...yet...
Kelly loves the ones I've made for her so far. I guess that's a good thing considering that a couple of them look like a fuzz ball.
...I think my friend said two of them are sisters...
Tiffany... I think I could write a book on Tiffany. She has changed so much. I don't even recongize the girl who she used to be. And the majority of the blame goes to Matt. I'm waiting for someone to call me and say that she's dead. Dead of what? I don't know, drugs, a wreck, murder. I just don't know. But that's where I see her life going. And it's not something I like. Tiffany used to want to work so that she could have spending money, and so that she could buy things. She was saving up for a car. A 69 Mustang Fastback. And a Harely Davidson. And a truck, I'm not sure of which model exactly. But she had all these dreams and things she wanted too do. And now that Matt is in the picture everything she wanted has gone out of the window.
She's going to end up pregant. And then she is going to end up alone, I don't believe that Matt will stick around if she does become with child. I know that I can't control her, but I'm scared of where the road that she is one is heading. And I know that there is nothing that I can do about it.
I don't even want to think about the exampe that she is setting for Sierra. Tiffany probably doesn't even care about that....
And the pain you feel is a differnt kind of pain
I miss my grandmother. And my Aunt. Yes, I know that is a part of moving out. But it sucks, ya know? Kelly gets to see her father every week. Granted she doesn't get to see her mother, but she still gets to see part of her family. And it's hard. I don't like some of the things that we eat for dinner. And her father already thinks that I'm a bad influence. So I don't speak up when I see it's something I don't like.
Her parents wanted Kelly to move bakc home to Maryland with them. I guess that's why I'm a bad influence. Because I'm keeping her here. I don't know.
I guess I'm done babbling for now. Not sure of what else I can say.