What the fuck ever..!
-_-; Like your possy is going to prevent me from giving you a tongue lashing. Think again, chika. Jenette, you ARE useless.
Lie my way into good graces my ass. The attempt at burying the hatchet was pointless. I guess you have to fall pretty far and hard, and almost lose everything, to learn a bit of humility. Speaking from experience, that is. Phsch. Should have known better, Morgan. Shoulda known. Helen said it, reminded me of it. I should have listened.
Well, I can chalk it up as another mistake. Never learn a thing without making a few. Just have to smooth out the bristled fur, collect my shit, and leave the stupid issue in the dust. I shouldnt have cared, shouldn't have tried, shouldn't have even entertained the idea.
On a side note, I was extremely busy at Salem. I can look at Laura's anger and learn from it. Shouldn't let school and personal chaos interfere with friendship. I think I should call Helen. Haven't seen her in a while. Miss her bad. Before I stopped by her apartment last week, I hadn't seen her in four weeks! At least we talked every couple of days. I should go call her right now. I shouldn't let the stable and the team and school work bar my access to her. Now where's that phone..?!
Granddaddy can't understand why I work at the stables, since I'm barely turning a profit. I made 240 dollars for 37 hours of work. 6.50 an hour is the best pay I've ever recieved, but it's not even that. I told him it made me happy, and he couldn't understand that. I work there because:
1. I have some great friends there and the horses are just fantastic to be around. I have my favorites, and we have some terrors, like Romeo- who trampled Cindy last month. I was so nervous when I had to apply hoof dressing to his feet. I think he knew it, too. Overall, this is the best place I have ever worked.
2. Nice long drive. 74 miles roundtrip. I like to drive just as much as I like to ride. Gives me time to think, and driving is an automatic thing now. I can think more while driving than while riding. Riding has not become second nature to me yet. Fourth lesson Tuesday. Dana is pleased with my progress.
3. I'm toughening up. Years of "gentle starvation" really wreaked havoc on my systems. I'm weak like a kitten. Not anymore, though. I've lost a crap load of weight, put on a few pounds of muscle. My waist is lean and trim. I can see those muscles I built up from doing crunches. No, no 6pack. That would be physically impossible. My arms are thinner and there's this absolutely gorgeous curve toward the shoulder that I am in love with. Im not as weak. I'm not getting as dizzy. I think this is a good enough reason to work there in itself.
4. I can sing at work. I sing when I'm happy, when I'm upset, when I'm angry. I sing all the time. Doesn't matter if I'm good or not, I just love to do it. Especially in the car, along with the radio. I love that so much. That's why Robert called me songbird. But, yeah, I can sing at work, and the other girls don't mind at all. Jo even joined in today. ^-^ Made me feel so good. Love it.
(Jo is related to my Psychology professor! I was so weirded out by that.. u_u;; They're both goobers. It's so funny to grow from work to class and see them acting similarly. Hilarious.)
So, I'm exhausted, and weak after a full day of work (which is ten/eleven hours or more depending), but I'm happy. I wouldn't trade this for the world. Even though gas is unbelievable and I'm filling up often despite 27+ miles ( I think 32 highway.. hmn. Dunno.) to the gallon. *le sigh* C'est la vivre.
Mm, time to go shower, study, and sleep. Oh yeah, eat too. That might help. I think I'll make a sweet potatoe for my vegetable. Mm, I think they have to be my favorite food. I used to think it was sushi, but not so much now.
Lie my way into good graces my ass. The attempt at burying the hatchet was pointless. I guess you have to fall pretty far and hard, and almost lose everything, to learn a bit of humility. Speaking from experience, that is. Phsch. Should have known better, Morgan. Shoulda known. Helen said it, reminded me of it. I should have listened.
Well, I can chalk it up as another mistake. Never learn a thing without making a few. Just have to smooth out the bristled fur, collect my shit, and leave the stupid issue in the dust. I shouldnt have cared, shouldn't have tried, shouldn't have even entertained the idea.
On a side note, I was extremely busy at Salem. I can look at Laura's anger and learn from it. Shouldn't let school and personal chaos interfere with friendship. I think I should call Helen. Haven't seen her in a while. Miss her bad. Before I stopped by her apartment last week, I hadn't seen her in four weeks! At least we talked every couple of days. I should go call her right now. I shouldn't let the stable and the team and school work bar my access to her. Now where's that phone..?!
Granddaddy can't understand why I work at the stables, since I'm barely turning a profit. I made 240 dollars for 37 hours of work. 6.50 an hour is the best pay I've ever recieved, but it's not even that. I told him it made me happy, and he couldn't understand that. I work there because:
1. I have some great friends there and the horses are just fantastic to be around. I have my favorites, and we have some terrors, like Romeo- who trampled Cindy last month. I was so nervous when I had to apply hoof dressing to his feet. I think he knew it, too. Overall, this is the best place I have ever worked.
2. Nice long drive. 74 miles roundtrip. I like to drive just as much as I like to ride. Gives me time to think, and driving is an automatic thing now. I can think more while driving than while riding. Riding has not become second nature to me yet. Fourth lesson Tuesday. Dana is pleased with my progress.
3. I'm toughening up. Years of "gentle starvation" really wreaked havoc on my systems. I'm weak like a kitten. Not anymore, though. I've lost a crap load of weight, put on a few pounds of muscle. My waist is lean and trim. I can see those muscles I built up from doing crunches. No, no 6pack. That would be physically impossible. My arms are thinner and there's this absolutely gorgeous curve toward the shoulder that I am in love with. Im not as weak. I'm not getting as dizzy. I think this is a good enough reason to work there in itself.
4. I can sing at work. I sing when I'm happy, when I'm upset, when I'm angry. I sing all the time. Doesn't matter if I'm good or not, I just love to do it. Especially in the car, along with the radio. I love that so much. That's why Robert called me songbird. But, yeah, I can sing at work, and the other girls don't mind at all. Jo even joined in today. ^-^ Made me feel so good. Love it.
(Jo is related to my Psychology professor! I was so weirded out by that.. u_u;; They're both goobers. It's so funny to grow from work to class and see them acting similarly. Hilarious.)
So, I'm exhausted, and weak after a full day of work (which is ten/eleven hours or more depending), but I'm happy. I wouldn't trade this for the world. Even though gas is unbelievable and I'm filling up often despite 27+ miles ( I think 32 highway.. hmn. Dunno.) to the gallon. *le sigh* C'est la vivre.
Mm, time to go shower, study, and sleep. Oh yeah, eat too. That might help. I think I'll make a sweet potatoe for my vegetable. Mm, I think they have to be my favorite food. I used to think it was sushi, but not so much now.