Ramblings of the Mind
I've been so bad about writing lately. I guess I don't have all that much to say. I leave the telling of the tales to Kelley, and she does it quite well. It's just the usual....all of us hanging out, spending time with the people who are important to us. I love my friends. It's nice to actually have friends....friends I can trust, who I can be myself around, who aren't going to stab me in the back, who I can laugh with, dance with, share insults with (BW 3's on Wed. LOL) It's so interesting to me how we all go about our seperate lives, then get together on certain nights to rock out at karaoke, or lose at poker....although I'm pretty sure my life is much more boring than that of my friends'. But I love having things to look forward to. I count my days by the time we all spend together. Cheesy, I know, but what can I say?? After getting stabbed in the back by the "best friend" not too long ago, I realized that she wasn't really my friend at all. None of my friends now would ever do something like that to me. And it seems that our circle just keeps getting bigger. It's awesome.
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So enough of the mushy stuff. I guess every now and again I need to stop myself from being so bitter and appreciate all that I have.
Onto the worry of my day.....the woman at work who I was close to up until recently got promoted to my supervisor. Since then she has, as can be expected, become a different person towards me. She is now constantly trying to get me in trouble for things I didn't do, lying to the big boss about me, making up stories. It's not pretty. So me and another girl at work who she's been doing the same thing to have teamed up to keep a record of what's been going on, and we're planning on bringing it up to the big boss. In any case, it's office drama that I don't want or need. It makes it hard on me, because I love my job, and I don't like dreading my work day because of stupid petty shit. And yes, Kevin, we're talking about your dear pal Ruthi.
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I've been trying to write a bit these days, as far as lyrics and poetry. I'm sorry to say I've not been nearly as successful as Kevin in this venture. I think sometimes I just have too many emotions within me to be able to isolate one and write about it. Ideas? Insight? Methods of inspiration? Share if you have any info for me.
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Lately I've been feeling.....off. I feel like a part of me is missing, though I don't know what it is or where to find it. I feel like I'm seeking something, yearning for something that isn't within my grasp or in sight. It's almost like putting your hands out in front of you in a pitch black room, looking for something to hold on to and reassure yourself that you're safe and not alone. What is it that's haunting me???? How come I can figure other people out sometimes, but I can never figure myself out. I thought a person knows themself better than they know anyone else. So why am I so confused? And why can I not pinpoint these feelings of unrest?
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Kelley and I did something funny today. We sat around with the dictionary and looked up the definitions of words that we like. Then we took turns looking up random entries for one another. "Okay.....page 218....left column....9th word" We got a few laughs, learned a few new words, and shared some facvorites.
Kelley's favorite word is:
juxtapose/juxtaposition- the state of being close together
My favorite word is:
oblivion- in the state of being completely forgotten
My other favorite words: ridiculous, delcious, yen, and crux. I guess I'll leave you to look up definitions if you so desire.....
Anyone else have a favorite word/definition, or are Kelley and I just really fucked up?
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My mom is making popcorn again. I can't stand the smell of it. We have a doctor at the orthopedics practice where I work who, when he's in the building (or going to be in the building) you can't pop popcorn because he gets very upset. I used to think he was nuts. But when I did my brief stint as a non-smoker I started to hate the smell of two things: popcorn and coffee. Now the smell of either makes me nauseous. Oddly enough, those are the two most prominent smells in my house. Eww.
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I'm obviously very tired because I just reread this journal entry and realized how very random it is... flitting from one subject to the next in an almost incomprehensible way. So to all of you who are rolling your eyes at this post, I'm sorry for my incoherent babble. I felt like writing and in doing that managed to take up your time by writing a whole lot of nothing. So I'll close this post by saying this:
Shade and Sweetwater.
(If anyone can tell me what that is from, I'll be amazed.)
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So enough of the mushy stuff. I guess every now and again I need to stop myself from being so bitter and appreciate all that I have.
Onto the worry of my day.....the woman at work who I was close to up until recently got promoted to my supervisor. Since then she has, as can be expected, become a different person towards me. She is now constantly trying to get me in trouble for things I didn't do, lying to the big boss about me, making up stories. It's not pretty. So me and another girl at work who she's been doing the same thing to have teamed up to keep a record of what's been going on, and we're planning on bringing it up to the big boss. In any case, it's office drama that I don't want or need. It makes it hard on me, because I love my job, and I don't like dreading my work day because of stupid petty shit. And yes, Kevin, we're talking about your dear pal Ruthi.
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I've been trying to write a bit these days, as far as lyrics and poetry. I'm sorry to say I've not been nearly as successful as Kevin in this venture. I think sometimes I just have too many emotions within me to be able to isolate one and write about it. Ideas? Insight? Methods of inspiration? Share if you have any info for me.
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Lately I've been feeling.....off. I feel like a part of me is missing, though I don't know what it is or where to find it. I feel like I'm seeking something, yearning for something that isn't within my grasp or in sight. It's almost like putting your hands out in front of you in a pitch black room, looking for something to hold on to and reassure yourself that you're safe and not alone. What is it that's haunting me???? How come I can figure other people out sometimes, but I can never figure myself out. I thought a person knows themself better than they know anyone else. So why am I so confused? And why can I not pinpoint these feelings of unrest?
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Kelley and I did something funny today. We sat around with the dictionary and looked up the definitions of words that we like. Then we took turns looking up random entries for one another. "Okay.....page 218....left column....9th word" We got a few laughs, learned a few new words, and shared some facvorites.
Kelley's favorite word is:
juxtapose/juxtaposition- the state of being close together
My favorite word is:
oblivion- in the state of being completely forgotten
My other favorite words: ridiculous, delcious, yen, and crux. I guess I'll leave you to look up definitions if you so desire.....
Anyone else have a favorite word/definition, or are Kelley and I just really fucked up?
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My mom is making popcorn again. I can't stand the smell of it. We have a doctor at the orthopedics practice where I work who, when he's in the building (or going to be in the building) you can't pop popcorn because he gets very upset. I used to think he was nuts. But when I did my brief stint as a non-smoker I started to hate the smell of two things: popcorn and coffee. Now the smell of either makes me nauseous. Oddly enough, those are the two most prominent smells in my house. Eww.
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I'm obviously very tired because I just reread this journal entry and realized how very random it is... flitting from one subject to the next in an almost incomprehensible way. So to all of you who are rolling your eyes at this post, I'm sorry for my incoherent babble. I felt like writing and in doing that managed to take up your time by writing a whole lot of nothing. So I'll close this post by saying this:
Shade and Sweetwater.
(If anyone can tell me what that is from, I'll be amazed.)