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HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTIANNA!! Woowooooo!
I always had this odd fondness for April 13th and 14th when I was younger, because our ages all went in succession. Like for the next two days, Christianna is 19, I'm 20, Sara is 21, and Kate is 22. Of course my birthday comes along and ruins everything about five minutes later, but oh well.
I can't really think of anything else that has happened in my life lately. I'm in the process of applying for summer jobs, fun as always... or not. I can't wait to graduate and get a job that I keep for more than two months and don't have to go on a job hunt every six months. I hate that.
Ricky took the written exam to get his Commercial Drivers License yesterday and passed. He has to do the driven part next but then he'll get his CDL which opens up more jobs that he'll be qualified for with hopefully better pay. Basically every month is a struggle for him to pay rent and bills, even with working two jobs, so hopefully he'll be able to get something that pays a bit better so he won't have as much stress in his life. I'm glad he lives on his own and isn't still depending on his parents for everything but I feel bad because paying for rent and food on top of all the other bills like his phone and truck insurance and health insurance and whatnot really stresses him out and makes it virtually impossible for him to save anything. Yet another reason why I just want to get done with school and have a job, so between the two of us we could a) afford life and b) save some money so maybe someday in the incredibly distance, nearly invisible future we could like, have a wedding or a house or something. You know, life things like that.
I currently have an unhealthy addiction to orange TicTacs. Also I wish I was grown-up enough and married enough and rich enough to have a baby. They're so cute and ahh. (My opinion on this will change in approximately five minutes, when I will consider never ever having children in my life.)
I wish it would be spring for a change. And I am getting a chocolate frappe tonight. And after birthday cake this weekend, it's back to the diet because I've been failing miserably and our Junior Formal is in two weeks and I need to look good. I'm not sure why, whereas I will only be in the presence of mainly people who see me roll out of bed (or shortly thereafter) all bleary-eyed and frizzle-haired everyday, but I'll go with it.
She's sun and rain, she's fire and ice,
a little crazy, but it's nice
and when she gets mad,
you best leave her alone
cause she'll rage just like a river,
then she'll beg you to forgive her.
Oh, she's every woman that I've ever known.
She's so New York, and then L.A.,
and every town along the way
and she's every place that I've never been.
She's making love on rainy nights,
she's a stroll through Christmas lights,
and she's everthing I want to do again.
And it needs no explanation
cause it all makes perfect sense;
when it comes down to temptation,
she's on both sides of the fence.
She's anything but typical,
she's so unpredictable-
but even at her worst, she ain't that bad.
She's as real as real can be
and she's every fantasy.
Lord, she's every lover that I've ever had
and she's every lover that I've never had.
I always had this odd fondness for April 13th and 14th when I was younger, because our ages all went in succession. Like for the next two days, Christianna is 19, I'm 20, Sara is 21, and Kate is 22. Of course my birthday comes along and ruins everything about five minutes later, but oh well.
I can't really think of anything else that has happened in my life lately. I'm in the process of applying for summer jobs, fun as always... or not. I can't wait to graduate and get a job that I keep for more than two months and don't have to go on a job hunt every six months. I hate that.
Ricky took the written exam to get his Commercial Drivers License yesterday and passed. He has to do the driven part next but then he'll get his CDL which opens up more jobs that he'll be qualified for with hopefully better pay. Basically every month is a struggle for him to pay rent and bills, even with working two jobs, so hopefully he'll be able to get something that pays a bit better so he won't have as much stress in his life. I'm glad he lives on his own and isn't still depending on his parents for everything but I feel bad because paying for rent and food on top of all the other bills like his phone and truck insurance and health insurance and whatnot really stresses him out and makes it virtually impossible for him to save anything. Yet another reason why I just want to get done with school and have a job, so between the two of us we could a) afford life and b) save some money so maybe someday in the incredibly distance, nearly invisible future we could like, have a wedding or a house or something. You know, life things like that.
I currently have an unhealthy addiction to orange TicTacs. Also I wish I was grown-up enough and married enough and rich enough to have a baby. They're so cute and ahh. (My opinion on this will change in approximately five minutes, when I will consider never ever having children in my life.)
I wish it would be spring for a change. And I am getting a chocolate frappe tonight. And after birthday cake this weekend, it's back to the diet because I've been failing miserably and our Junior Formal is in two weeks and I need to look good. I'm not sure why, whereas I will only be in the presence of mainly people who see me roll out of bed (or shortly thereafter) all bleary-eyed and frizzle-haired everyday, but I'll go with it.
She's sun and rain, she's fire and ice,
a little crazy, but it's nice
and when she gets mad,
you best leave her alone
cause she'll rage just like a river,
then she'll beg you to forgive her.
Oh, she's every woman that I've ever known.
She's so New York, and then L.A.,
and every town along the way
and she's every place that I've never been.
She's making love on rainy nights,
she's a stroll through Christmas lights,
and she's everthing I want to do again.
And it needs no explanation
cause it all makes perfect sense;
when it comes down to temptation,
she's on both sides of the fence.
She's anything but typical,
she's so unpredictable-
but even at her worst, she ain't that bad.
She's as real as real can be
and she's every fantasy.
Lord, she's every lover that I've ever had
and she's every lover that I've never had.