don't even ask
I don't know why the hell I'm even on here, but no one is around so I gotta talk to someone...
I had to miss Anberlin in November because I double booked my weekend like a moron. Instead, I ended up at a fund raiser for my cousin who had lukemia. The total suck part is that within 2 or 3 weeks he passed away. I wasn't really sad about it, but I felt awful for his grandmother and his aunt and uncle because I love them all. As for the concert, apparently Hannah Montana's brother's band opened for them and everyone was 12. Jessi got chunks of flesh ripped from her arm by little bitches and their nails, and Steve got kicked in the face by a crowd surfer. For a while we thought it was broken and we had senior pictures on tuesday/wednesday. It wasn't, I put makeup on him to cover the black and blue though so he looked fine in the pictures.
Life is insane. School made me basically want to die or vomit at every possible occasion. I worked more this past semester than all others put together. It was like my teachers decided senior year is a good time to start, like "here you go! have fun" and just dropped shit in my lap. Miraculously...and I really mean that...I got a 4.0 this semester. After all the nights with 2 hours of sleep, the occasional tearing out of hair, and feeling like I was going to get lower than a C in my senior seminar...I got my first 4.0 ever. Kirsten decides that this is a good point to bring to my attention that another 4.0 would make me graduate with honors, which would be friggin sweet after the Calc II D and the several Cs along the way.
Anyway, now I'm home, but a week or so before I got here, Jessi texted me so let me know they had to put Yoshi to sleep. I was sad, but I didn't cry. I was more upset that I couldn't be there for Jessi knowing that she would be so upset. It finally hit me about a week later. Steve, Rachael, Kirsten, and I were in the disney store at the mall, and I picked up the big $100 Pluto and started pawing at Steve with it. Suddenly I had a flash back of Yoshi sitting next to the couch, pawing at your leg to get you to pet her. Needless to say I dropped Pluto, grabbed a poor confused Steve and started to cry. So here I am, walking through the mall, bursting into the occasional bout of tears, clinging to Steve like my life depended on it. After about 15 minutes it stopped and I felt better, like I had finally mourned her. I still get sad thinking about it, especially since I went to Jessi's yesterday. It felt so empty with only 2 dogs. Oh, and Molly is senile as hell, and still looks like a Black sheep, but she's doing fine. Leia ate a pound of Gertrude Hawk chocolate the other day (Jessi's sister left it out in her room and didn't close the door. the R.S. heart chocolates Leia ate last time were her's too) and was puking for the rest of the day. She wasn't allowed to eat or drink for 12 hours (after she had already drank and puked up a ton of water), so she parked herself in front of the bathroom door and whined to be let in. Freak dog.
Steve graduated last sunday, so now he is part of the real world. I dread graduation day, because then I have to come back here full time. I'm most likely going to be at grad school in the city so I'll be commuting back and forth. I need to save up for a laptop just to make my life easier then, but I refuse to go half-ass so I need to save up about $1600. It hurts. Especially after I just dropped $7500 into new transportation.
Which brings me to my next point. I got a new car! I am the proud owner of a 2004 Mazda 3, with everything in it! It actually cost my parents $14,000, but my mom helped, so I have $4000 in loans left, which apparently I also will be helped with. Friggin awesome. I love it, it drives like a dream, oh yeah, and the sunfire barely made it home. It started to crap out on me, I don't know why, but now it lives at my house and doesn't move. Poor car, it doesn't owe me a dime though.
I'm finally writing again. And for once, I'm not disgusted by everything I write. My muse, perhaps, has finally returned. I'm totally docking his pay, the bastard.
I have yet to finish christmas shopping. Steve is killing me this year. $150 and nothing to buy him...grrr.
Thats enough for now, I have shit to write and games to play, I just want my brain back after this past semester.
I had to miss Anberlin in November because I double booked my weekend like a moron. Instead, I ended up at a fund raiser for my cousin who had lukemia. The total suck part is that within 2 or 3 weeks he passed away. I wasn't really sad about it, but I felt awful for his grandmother and his aunt and uncle because I love them all. As for the concert, apparently Hannah Montana's brother's band opened for them and everyone was 12. Jessi got chunks of flesh ripped from her arm by little bitches and their nails, and Steve got kicked in the face by a crowd surfer. For a while we thought it was broken and we had senior pictures on tuesday/wednesday. It wasn't, I put makeup on him to cover the black and blue though so he looked fine in the pictures.
Life is insane. School made me basically want to die or vomit at every possible occasion. I worked more this past semester than all others put together. It was like my teachers decided senior year is a good time to start, like "here you go! have fun" and just dropped shit in my lap. Miraculously...and I really mean that...I got a 4.0 this semester. After all the nights with 2 hours of sleep, the occasional tearing out of hair, and feeling like I was going to get lower than a C in my senior seminar...I got my first 4.0 ever. Kirsten decides that this is a good point to bring to my attention that another 4.0 would make me graduate with honors, which would be friggin sweet after the Calc II D and the several Cs along the way.
Anyway, now I'm home, but a week or so before I got here, Jessi texted me so let me know they had to put Yoshi to sleep. I was sad, but I didn't cry. I was more upset that I couldn't be there for Jessi knowing that she would be so upset. It finally hit me about a week later. Steve, Rachael, Kirsten, and I were in the disney store at the mall, and I picked up the big $100 Pluto and started pawing at Steve with it. Suddenly I had a flash back of Yoshi sitting next to the couch, pawing at your leg to get you to pet her. Needless to say I dropped Pluto, grabbed a poor confused Steve and started to cry. So here I am, walking through the mall, bursting into the occasional bout of tears, clinging to Steve like my life depended on it. After about 15 minutes it stopped and I felt better, like I had finally mourned her. I still get sad thinking about it, especially since I went to Jessi's yesterday. It felt so empty with only 2 dogs. Oh, and Molly is senile as hell, and still looks like a Black sheep, but she's doing fine. Leia ate a pound of Gertrude Hawk chocolate the other day (Jessi's sister left it out in her room and didn't close the door. the R.S. heart chocolates Leia ate last time were her's too) and was puking for the rest of the day. She wasn't allowed to eat or drink for 12 hours (after she had already drank and puked up a ton of water), so she parked herself in front of the bathroom door and whined to be let in. Freak dog.
Steve graduated last sunday, so now he is part of the real world. I dread graduation day, because then I have to come back here full time. I'm most likely going to be at grad school in the city so I'll be commuting back and forth. I need to save up for a laptop just to make my life easier then, but I refuse to go half-ass so I need to save up about $1600. It hurts. Especially after I just dropped $7500 into new transportation.
Which brings me to my next point. I got a new car! I am the proud owner of a 2004 Mazda 3, with everything in it! It actually cost my parents $14,000, but my mom helped, so I have $4000 in loans left, which apparently I also will be helped with. Friggin awesome. I love it, it drives like a dream, oh yeah, and the sunfire barely made it home. It started to crap out on me, I don't know why, but now it lives at my house and doesn't move. Poor car, it doesn't owe me a dime though.
I'm finally writing again. And for once, I'm not disgusted by everything I write. My muse, perhaps, has finally returned. I'm totally docking his pay, the bastard.
I have yet to finish christmas shopping. Steve is killing me this year. $150 and nothing to buy him...grrr.
Thats enough for now, I have shit to write and games to play, I just want my brain back after this past semester.