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THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO WISHED ME A HAPPY B-DAY!!!:)
I haven't been online in a while, so I havent' gotten a chance to say thanks-so thanks:).
I went to Canobie Lake Park with my mom and dad, which was pretty cool (we've been, for the most part, getting along well). I was supposed to do something with Amanda and Jason after that, but, as usual, I ran late, so I missed my appointment to design my second tattoo!!! But I still got a gift card to Spiderbite to cover part of it. I think I'll wait until the fall, when I'm guaranteed I won't be swimming(even tho I haven't been swimming much so far:*()
So....I've been thinking about the whole, "going back to college" thing....and, it's a good idea, and I definitely want to learn and be able to get a good job and stuff, but I'm still not so sure I'm ready yet. I really want it, but I don't know if I want it bad enough yet.
(And I'm not sure I feel like making a commitement to something I would need to get a masters degree to do anything with)
So I'm looking into other things. Mostly volunteer things. I'm thinking Americorps, and possibly Peace Corps.
I had a Dream/Image last night that my Spirit was trapped and really, really sad....she wants to be Free....she wants to Run and Dance like a wild Woman, but something is somehow holding her back. I'm not sure what it is. I feel trapped.
Then I got this random urge to go to Africa.
It's been a pretty strong urge for a while, so I'm thinking maybe I should do something about it.
This morning I drug myself out of bed after hitting snooze a gazillion times, and got to work (still five minutes early, woot), only to find out that I don't go in until 3. Gah!! That's annoying. So I came back and took a nap, but Tucker kept whinning and barking. I came down and let him out, thinking he might have to pee or poop, but he only wanted to run around (and now he's sleeping, little bum).
There's a lot of sadness in the apartment lately. I actually started crying last night in bed, which is really weird...I can't remember the last time I cried. I was kinda worried for a while there because I COULDN'T cry. I think since Manda has done Reiki II, I somehow feel all the emotions she does. It's kinda crazy (I didn't tell you, but that second to last time you cut- I had cut again right before you did).
In other news, I got into an accident day before yesterday. I was driving to meet Korbyn at the SPCA in Stratham, and some kid slammed on his brakes in front of me. I slammed on mine but didn't make it, and ended up hitting him. He admitted it was probably his fault-he waited too long to break, but of course he didn't say that while the officer was there-and I forgot to write it in my police report because I'm an idiot.
His car looks fine, which is good, but mine's fucked up, which sucks because I JUST DROPPED MY COLLISION INSURANCE. Damnit. (Is it bad I half wish his had been the one damaged because it would be covered under insurance>?) Hopefully I can get it fixed for cheap=I'm broke. Not to mention I JUST FIXED my car.
I've had such bad luck in cars lately. (Justin and I had an interesting run in with some motorcycle guys, which eventually involved police).
On the bright side, all this police interaction has been pretty good-the last five police I have come into contact with have been really nice and very reasonable-way back to when Holly got pulled over. So, the police in Manchester are pretty cool.
They're probably used to dealing with much worse than minor traffic violations and run-ins with um....motorcycle guys at dunkin donuts, lol (has anyone else noticed that dunkins seems to be an unofficial, "motorcycle hangout">?)
I haven't been online in a while, so I havent' gotten a chance to say thanks-so thanks:).
I went to Canobie Lake Park with my mom and dad, which was pretty cool (we've been, for the most part, getting along well). I was supposed to do something with Amanda and Jason after that, but, as usual, I ran late, so I missed my appointment to design my second tattoo!!! But I still got a gift card to Spiderbite to cover part of it. I think I'll wait until the fall, when I'm guaranteed I won't be swimming(even tho I haven't been swimming much so far:*()
So....I've been thinking about the whole, "going back to college" thing....and, it's a good idea, and I definitely want to learn and be able to get a good job and stuff, but I'm still not so sure I'm ready yet. I really want it, but I don't know if I want it bad enough yet.
(And I'm not sure I feel like making a commitement to something I would need to get a masters degree to do anything with)
So I'm looking into other things. Mostly volunteer things. I'm thinking Americorps, and possibly Peace Corps.
I had a Dream/Image last night that my Spirit was trapped and really, really sad....she wants to be Free....she wants to Run and Dance like a wild Woman, but something is somehow holding her back. I'm not sure what it is. I feel trapped.
Then I got this random urge to go to Africa.
It's been a pretty strong urge for a while, so I'm thinking maybe I should do something about it.
This morning I drug myself out of bed after hitting snooze a gazillion times, and got to work (still five minutes early, woot), only to find out that I don't go in until 3. Gah!! That's annoying. So I came back and took a nap, but Tucker kept whinning and barking. I came down and let him out, thinking he might have to pee or poop, but he only wanted to run around (and now he's sleeping, little bum).
There's a lot of sadness in the apartment lately. I actually started crying last night in bed, which is really weird...I can't remember the last time I cried. I was kinda worried for a while there because I COULDN'T cry. I think since Manda has done Reiki II, I somehow feel all the emotions she does. It's kinda crazy (I didn't tell you, but that second to last time you cut- I had cut again right before you did).
In other news, I got into an accident day before yesterday. I was driving to meet Korbyn at the SPCA in Stratham, and some kid slammed on his brakes in front of me. I slammed on mine but didn't make it, and ended up hitting him. He admitted it was probably his fault-he waited too long to break, but of course he didn't say that while the officer was there-and I forgot to write it in my police report because I'm an idiot.
His car looks fine, which is good, but mine's fucked up, which sucks because I JUST DROPPED MY COLLISION INSURANCE. Damnit. (Is it bad I half wish his had been the one damaged because it would be covered under insurance>?) Hopefully I can get it fixed for cheap=I'm broke. Not to mention I JUST FIXED my car.
I've had such bad luck in cars lately. (Justin and I had an interesting run in with some motorcycle guys, which eventually involved police).
On the bright side, all this police interaction has been pretty good-the last five police I have come into contact with have been really nice and very reasonable-way back to when Holly got pulled over. So, the police in Manchester are pretty cool.
They're probably used to dealing with much worse than minor traffic violations and run-ins with um....motorcycle guys at dunkin donuts, lol (has anyone else noticed that dunkins seems to be an unofficial, "motorcycle hangout">?)