You've been replaced by a prettier face.
Not sure why I'm writing here now. I got the lyric "it's 1:45 and I'm feeling alive" bouncing into my head, but it's 1:58 so I can't really say that. I'm also not feeling terribly alive since I'm forcing myself to stay up and prepare for my make-up math test tomorrow. So I guess what I'm doing here is putting off my studies that I'm staying up for. I am so efficient.
I finally found a group of people in this town who kind of LOVE me. Despite/because of my never-wavering sarcasm and blunt outbursts. I've been experiencing a growing trend: after a few weeks of getting to know me, most people admit that they thought I was a bitch when we first met and they thought I hated them. I've been getting a reputation of needing a disclaimer. At the monthly blues party last night, Scott introdued me to someone with a "Let me tell you something about Tanya that only a few people know. She's mean all the time. She's really a bitch. And she's proud of it, look at her! But we love her." Others have come up to me proclaiming they love how I am AND that I need to come with a disclaimer. I knew I was a habitual line-setepper, but I was never really aware of said disclaimer before this glorious group of people. Unfortunate part is I'm pretty sure they're all graduating like... now. And blahhhh. On the other hand, when I weigh all the elements of yesteday and last night, I have never had a better Saturday[/Sunday morning].
My loverly Michelle Bell came back [again] for the blues party. And because she loves me. We've been talking to a few artists about the tattoos we want to get. Apparently the guy here in the burg is a good artist, but kind of a dick. He doesn't really make me comfortable and I don't think I wanna get tattoed by him. Besides, we need to consult Seattle, and Keith recommended someone [in Wenatchee I think]. But the more I talk about and describe the tattoo I want the more I want it done NOW. But I need to LOVE it. Siiiigh. Shell and I have basically decided on the matching tattoos we're getting, which works, but I still feel like something amazingly perfect for the two of us will come along and be like BAM why didn't we think of that before?
I'll be buying a new car very soon... 2007 Honda Civic Hyrbrid. I feel like since I burn avgas all week long I should try to compensate the damage to the environment. This is also the time of my life to be in debt. Why not splurge on something I can enjoy everyday?
I'm entertaining the idea of spending time in Redmond for the summer. But I want to work out one week on one week off all summer. I want to squeeze out the good times in the burg while I can, and fly regularly [so I can't just skip out for a month at a time], and I THINK the Goose would allow me. Redmond has family and nephews and Michelle. Eburg has good pay, flight training, and some awesome people. If I were to pull it off, I would try to get hired at the Kenmore Lanes casino... [sweet jesus I CANNOT work at Bella again...] So if they want to hire me [I come with so many perks; I'm awesome and licensed and need no training] and IF I can get them to agree to one week on, one week off, this may very likely be a possibility. Then I would need to get someone in the burg to come check on the pets while I'm gone. Hmmm.
kthxbye.
I finally found a group of people in this town who kind of LOVE me. Despite/because of my never-wavering sarcasm and blunt outbursts. I've been experiencing a growing trend: after a few weeks of getting to know me, most people admit that they thought I was a bitch when we first met and they thought I hated them. I've been getting a reputation of needing a disclaimer. At the monthly blues party last night, Scott introdued me to someone with a "Let me tell you something about Tanya that only a few people know. She's mean all the time. She's really a bitch. And she's proud of it, look at her! But we love her." Others have come up to me proclaiming they love how I am AND that I need to come with a disclaimer. I knew I was a habitual line-setepper, but I was never really aware of said disclaimer before this glorious group of people. Unfortunate part is I'm pretty sure they're all graduating like... now. And blahhhh. On the other hand, when I weigh all the elements of yesteday and last night, I have never had a better Saturday[/Sunday morning].
My loverly Michelle Bell came back [again] for the blues party. And because she loves me. We've been talking to a few artists about the tattoos we want to get. Apparently the guy here in the burg is a good artist, but kind of a dick. He doesn't really make me comfortable and I don't think I wanna get tattoed by him. Besides, we need to consult Seattle, and Keith recommended someone [in Wenatchee I think]. But the more I talk about and describe the tattoo I want the more I want it done NOW. But I need to LOVE it. Siiiigh. Shell and I have basically decided on the matching tattoos we're getting, which works, but I still feel like something amazingly perfect for the two of us will come along and be like BAM why didn't we think of that before?
I'll be buying a new car very soon... 2007 Honda Civic Hyrbrid. I feel like since I burn avgas all week long I should try to compensate the damage to the environment. This is also the time of my life to be in debt. Why not splurge on something I can enjoy everyday?
I'm entertaining the idea of spending time in Redmond for the summer. But I want to work out one week on one week off all summer. I want to squeeze out the good times in the burg while I can, and fly regularly [so I can't just skip out for a month at a time], and I THINK the Goose would allow me. Redmond has family and nephews and Michelle. Eburg has good pay, flight training, and some awesome people. If I were to pull it off, I would try to get hired at the Kenmore Lanes casino... [sweet jesus I CANNOT work at Bella again...] So if they want to hire me [I come with so many perks; I'm awesome and licensed and need no training] and IF I can get them to agree to one week on, one week off, this may very likely be a possibility. Then I would need to get someone in the burg to come check on the pets while I'm gone. Hmmm.
kthxbye.