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krystie lost her baby. it's tiny heart stopped beating about a week ago, they say. it's really strange that this life, this person, that i've been looking forward to seeing for three and a half months now...is now dead. its so strange. its sad. i don't feel like the fetus in my sisters womb is gone, but like my little neice or nephew is. freaking a. this really makes me sad.
my car died. on 29 the other day. no kidding, it was 110 degrees outside. so we got to play mechanic in our boy shorts, without even having to have a guy come help us. haha. which included nothing too exciting other than turning on the heat vents and putting water in the radiator. in our boy shorts...
this week or next week i am going to be switched from being a cashier to being a photolab tech. which is really good. because i really have a gigantic hatred for being a cashier. mainly because picking up heavy boxes and peices of furnature and giant laundry detergents and whatnot for 8 hours can start to hurt my back. and it gets boring.
today, i hope, brings chocolate chip cookies.
i have a place to stay, it seems, when my parents move into the "country" out in the middle of nowhere. which will be anytime between now and may or june of 06. except my 18th birthday is april 15th. so we'll just see what happens.
apparently i try to make out with people. i wasn't aware of this. and then i was. and then i didn't care. and now i am bored. and want to just drive and drive. and leave it all behind.
edit.* my dad's last words to me, i remember clearly, were "i love you, hun."
i just found this on my brothers xanga. i'll paste it here for you to read.
This might be the last thing my dad wrote before he died. (actually a Beatles song with a few lyrical changes)
On my way to a better place
I found myself some wings
Distant roads are calling me
No time for a summer fling
No time for the song you sing
Seasons change and so did I
You need not wonder why
You need not wonder why
There's no time left for you
No time left for you
On my way
No time for a gentle rain
No time for my watch and chain
No time for revolving doors
No time for the killing fall
No time for the killing fall
There's not time left for you
No time left for you
No time for a summer
No time, no time, no time
Dad always liked blue. I cried today.
my car died. on 29 the other day. no kidding, it was 110 degrees outside. so we got to play mechanic in our boy shorts, without even having to have a guy come help us. haha. which included nothing too exciting other than turning on the heat vents and putting water in the radiator. in our boy shorts...
this week or next week i am going to be switched from being a cashier to being a photolab tech. which is really good. because i really have a gigantic hatred for being a cashier. mainly because picking up heavy boxes and peices of furnature and giant laundry detergents and whatnot for 8 hours can start to hurt my back. and it gets boring.
today, i hope, brings chocolate chip cookies.
i have a place to stay, it seems, when my parents move into the "country" out in the middle of nowhere. which will be anytime between now and may or june of 06. except my 18th birthday is april 15th. so we'll just see what happens.
apparently i try to make out with people. i wasn't aware of this. and then i was. and then i didn't care. and now i am bored. and want to just drive and drive. and leave it all behind.
edit.* my dad's last words to me, i remember clearly, were "i love you, hun."
i just found this on my brothers xanga. i'll paste it here for you to read.
This might be the last thing my dad wrote before he died. (actually a Beatles song with a few lyrical changes)
On my way to a better place
I found myself some wings
Distant roads are calling me
No time for a summer fling
No time for the song you sing
Seasons change and so did I
You need not wonder why
You need not wonder why
There's no time left for you
No time left for you
On my way
No time for a gentle rain
No time for my watch and chain
No time for revolving doors
No time for the killing fall
No time for the killing fall
There's not time left for you
No time left for you
No time for a summer
No time, no time, no time
Dad always liked blue. I cried today.