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"Hello, World!" aka "A Long Rant, but Worthwhile"

Wed, 24 Dec 2008 16:29:47 GMT

I know the title of this post is probably stupid, at least to you, but it makes perfect sense to me as I sit here, as I have since about 9:30 AM today. It's currently 11:02 AM and I've been sitting in my friend's house--awake and therefore alone--since about 8 something.

The calmness of the house is nearly overwhelming. It is a complete contrast to the way it was twelve hours ago, when a group of friends re-united from colleges across the country (and some from around the world!!) to celebrate the holidays in the same way they have been doing since ninth grade. Food was eaten, pictures were taken, gifts were exchanged (and of course during all this food was being eaten!) games played...it was an all-around good time.
Everyone ditched within half an hour...well those who could drive during the biggest Ice-storm fakeout of 2008 that occurred last night. That means everyone but me...

I know this sounds ridiculously sappy, and it is, but coming from me it must mean a lot if I'm going to go into the Cliche Archives: It warms my heart a bit to think about the house I'm in right now. I'm sitting at the kitchen counter, all of the comforts of a friendship and a family around me, and I'm hit with this house as an analogy.

Ready for it? Well, here it goes:

This house has been here for a long time, although some of the elements in it are newer than others. I can remember just this past summer, when this kitchen was "under construction" and every time I'd be over, things looked different. Through all that mess, this house was (and, thankfully is) still standing and serving its function.
This core group of friends that I have mentioned has been here for some years now as well. When we started, I think it is VERY safe to say that all of us were in different situations and phases in our lives than we are now. It's only natural that the 14-year-old High school freshman grows up and goes to college. We've all been to different schools, through different experiences, and talked to each other and shared tough times over the years; but just like this house is still a house, my friends... they are always going to be my friends.

I wasn't always so sure of that, and trust me, this little scenario of mine that I presented above has been tested and tried...but it still holds true,and it will. Come Hell or High Water, family crisis or great news, time-consuming relationship or loneliness....

I LOVE MY FRIENDS! Merry Christmas and Christmas Eve!!

Mr. Fox: *Singing*: "...and a Happy New Year!"

Just to say I did...I'm Posting

Fri, 28 Nov 2008 05:14:30 GMT

After going back and forth about it in my mind, and debating it over and over (ok, it wasn't that laborious to decide, I'm just LAZY), I have decided to post again.

Now, what to say? hmm, we haven't pulled out our good friend Mr. Foxy for a while!!

Mr. Fox: *is half asleep* Huh...? What? Why hast my Queen summoned me hither to this short-grassed green?
Me: *giggles* Thou dost snore distinctly, there's meaning in thy snores...
Mr. Fox: *still half asleep* What? I didn't say anything...nothing out of the ordinary *shifty eyes*
Me: oh, nothing, you just quoted Shakespeare's "The Tempest", and then I did too
Mr. Fox: (interrupting)--So THAT would explain the uncontrollable giggling on your part
Me: Maybe...*my turn to do a shifty-eyed look*
Mr Fox: But seriously, why did you wake me up? it's friggin' 12 am. More importantly , why aren't YOU already asleep?
Me: no reason, really, I just couldn't think of anything to say on my LJ post.
Mr. Fox: oh, ok, so the usual. *Becomes highly annoyed* SO YOU HAVEN'T EVEN MENTIONED me since the SUMMER, and then you DRAG MY ASS out here at STINKING MIDNIGHT, just to use me as the little mood icon and plot device that I am... *turns away, head down* (softly) ha, "the usual"...
Me: I'm sorry, but I bet that doesn't cut it.
Mr. Fox: *glares at me, arms crossed*
Me: Then how about I cut us both a deal--I'll end this rant, and you can go back to sleep, and I can go to sleep and stop keeping you up. And when I return to LJ again, I will think of a way to work you into my posts more often and at hours that work better for you. How's that sound? *Extends a hand for the shaking*
Mr. Fox: *Eagerly grips my hand with his paw, and shakes* You've got yourself a deal, m'am. Goodnight then, and I HOPE to be hearing from you soon!
Me: ok, okay, you will. Goodnight, Sir Foxy.

(Exeunt)

Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all yes, you too Mr. Fox, a good night!

Everything Has Fallen to Pieces...(or has it?)

Wed, 26 Nov 2008 04:38:56 GMT

Right now I'm listening to Blink 182's song "Anthem, Pt.2" from one of their really old and really good albums. This song talks about how all of the youth are messed up because of the decisions of the adults and the rest of society around them. The opening line, which gets repeated during the build towards the end of the song, is "Everything has fallen to pieces".

This line got me to thinking. With the economy in the crapper, global warming, the war STILL going on, me being AWAY at college (FINALLY), my same-old-same-old mental issues, and the regular young adult dramatic balance of school, friends, dating, and family, I am trying to somehow keep a tally of which of the above is something good or something bad--which has essentially "fallen to pieces". Then the questions arise: which can I rebuild? Which should I rebuild? Which are worth the time and effort to rebuild? Am I working on building the wrong things in my life? If something isn't already in pieces, is there something else that I need to tear down, because it's harmful? Is some part of my life, or myself, too far gone, past the point of ruin, that I need to let it go?

The short (and cop-out) answer is that at the moment, I don't know. I would need to actually make that list of everything in my life that I do--relationships, friendships, how I spend my time, my grades and schoolwork, how informed I am on current events, the way I treat people, the way I treat myself--and much more, and then go item by item and answer each of the above questions.

Or maybe life is a practicum class. Instead of doing busywork, I should memorize the QUESTIONS, and then when life throws something new at me, I can evaluate it and the rest of my life at that period of time with those questions. I think THIS is the more reasonable and plausible answer.

(I mean, you know how long that list would TAKE?!) :-P

"What Would Jesus Want?"--the final of the imports, for now...

Mon, 17 Nov 2008 03:37:06 GMT

Today I woke up at a reasonable hour, 8 something actually. It's now 3:10 pm and I'm watching a rather interesting episode of the Dr. Phil show. It involves a man and his family of 7 children who live in a filthy house with no utilities--no water, plumbing, or heating. He has no steady career and has tried a laundry list of various odd jobs over the years, but believes that everything he has done and is doing is "guided by the Lord".

Not a bad belief, in fact a rather admirable one... but if you think that God's telling you to be a PGA Golfer (he tried that, unsuccessfully) or sell a spray for your liscence plate that blocks it from red light cameras (he does that, or tries), then maybe you need to check your edition of the New Testament. Not to mention the neglect and mistreatment that this man gives his wife and children; Jesus is the embodiment of divine love and values human life. I don't see malnourishment and discomfort in His plan.

As Dr. Phil mentioned on today's show, when interpreting Scripture, you can't pick and choose which parts you follow. The man on today's "Dr. Phil" show blatantly picked out parts of the Gospel that favored him sitting back and coasting through life, waiting for some "sign" from God to direct his life. If you're going to live it, better read it.

That's about all I have to say.

~Croozer, who is shocked by how ...ignorant some people can be.

A gasp! current-ish rant from 7/16/08, oh yeah, and Blogger

Mon, 17 Nov 2008 03:34:56 GMT

The boredom of summer lead me here. That, and the unfruitful search for my friend's blog. So here I am. Not that I mind it. I really have nothing better to do with my time. I woke up at 2 pm today, after going to sleep after 2 am this morning, and I've done nothing but eat a bowl of cereal and surf the Internet in my pajamas since I decided to roll out of bed. At least I'm home alone, so no one can fuss at me for this.

I may be home alone, but not for long. In about two hours, people will start coming home from work. They have jobs, important, constructive things to do with their day. That's a whole lot more than I can say for myself anymore.

This current lifestyle of mine is bothering me, especially since it gives me no leg to stand on when I ask for stuff. All I do is sit around the house and how dare I ask to go out, or ask for a ride to a friend's house! That bugs me too, that I still can't drive... "Croozer", ha! What kinda optimistic crap was I thinking years ago? Oh well, this rant isn't helping me or anyone else.

Not that I get any readers.
~Croozer

Untitled from 1/13/08--you guessed it, and import from Blogger

Mon, 17 Nov 2008 03:32:31 GMT

The yellowish light of table lamps
And the chandelier over the dining room table
--the one that never gets used--
Set a drab mood for this scene...

The click-clack-jingle of dog
Claws and the tags on their collars
As they walk,
Licking pork marinade from the kitchen floor--

--that and the Dave Matthews song
Playing in my right earphone

They are the soundtrack.

But what is the script?
And where are the players?

My friend, take a good look around you.
NOW.

Wherever you are, THAT
is your stage, to act upon, to put your emotions on display.
Now,
close your eyes.
Just do it. I promise, no one is watching you as you do this.
So,
now that you have walled
yourself off from the
DISTRACTIONS of this world, the various

sights-noises-smells-sensory alerts-flavors-thoughts

that can complete or ruin any given fraction of
a second by taking your attention
and calling it away, screaming

LOOK AT ME!!!
You can stop and hone in on a few of
them, one at a time, slowly..
Unfolding them slowly, with fear
with awe.

Let's start with
Sound...
Whatever you hear
While you are standing/seated on the stage
I have informed you that you are on is your soundtrack.

Do you Feel anything while listening?
A tingle on the back of your neck?
A knot in your stomach?
Tears in your eyes, or the stifling of laughter....?

OPEN YOUR EYES.
...look around.
Put it all together, the sight, the sound, the feeling.
My friend, YOU are the player.
All of life is a play--
--no auditions! This is it!
and all the world
Truly IS a stage.

The best we can do, then
is to make sure our speech is UNscripted,
our actions NOT acted,
and that we give our star performance
Until the curtain falls.

"A Fish Without a Bicycle"--possibly the best of the import series!!

Mon, 17 Nov 2008 03:30:30 GMT

Besides this silly poem I write
I did nothing of any worth
Today, the day before, last night--
My life has been a waste since birth.
Not like the whole thing has been bad.
Just that I've never had the chance
To save the starving, sick, or sad.
No deeds of great significance
Have been completed by my hand.
Although a personal victory has been won:
For the first time today I took a stand.
A vow to love myself has just begun!

While others see me and will not take note,
I'm my own hero, for this poem I wrote.

"Don't Stop Believin'"--ANOTHER import, as was the previous

Mon, 17 Nov 2008 03:26:51 GMT

When I was young, though I still am to some,
The things that troubled me were not that much.
Each new day was looking to become
An adventure, although no hand could touch
The ship I sailed, nor see the shore ahead,
No one but I could smell the salty air…
Without the shadow of life to be led,
I turned my head away from storm clouds there.
The winds they came and rain fell, too, with age
Lightning flashed followed by roars of thunder,
As surely as I write upon this page
I grew up—my cheerful ship went under.
Then suddenly the final gale winds came;
A ship wrecked sailor never is the same.

What Follows...

Mon, 17 Nov 2008 03:18:47 GMT

My Job, Writing,
My dogs, Seeing how silly I am in this blog,
My friends, The few rare times I look good in a photo,
Music, Movies,
The starting semester, Shopping,
Drinking Soda, Dancing around my house when no one's home,
Laughing, Reading, a good book,
Acting goofy, =P Sleeping in

All of the above are just a handful of things that make me happy. I really am looking forward to school--I have been sitting at home bored for way too long. It will be good to have some routine back in my life, and keep busy.
Speaking of keeping busy, I have about a million and one things to do around the house!
So long! ~Croozer

"I ?_ My Job"--Yet another fine Import from my Blogger site

Mon, 17 Nov 2008 03:15:32 GMT

That's actually false advertising, today's blog title.... I really really like my job at the bookstore. (I was mostly just trying to see if the computer would let me put underscores in the "Title" field.. I can.) But yeah, even though I overslept by an hour, I still made it to the bus stop in time to wait in the August heat for half an hour for the bus to come. Luckily, even after switching buses at the Station, I made it to the bookstore at 8:45, when I was afraid I'd be there AFTER 9.
Man, stocking textbooks and stuff really makes me wanna read, even though these aren't courses I'm taking this semester. Some cool stuff I came across:
History of Rock'n'RollAnthology of World LiteratureNight by Elie Wiesel (sad but good)Ancient History (several different books)Worldwide comparative Gov'ta book on Third World developmentsome of the Women's Studies stuffEVERYTHING BIOLOGY!!!I'm pretty sure even with my 15% discount I can't buy textbooks for leisurely reading. *Darn it*
Plus the people I work with are really nice, and I get a 15 minute break even though I only work 9-2. Ringing register's cool too.... Oooh! oooh!! And I LOOOOOOOVE using the computer to look up books people need, but I'm kinda slow at it.

*.......................* (long pause indicating me thinking if there's anything else worth noting).
Not really, but I did update my profile on here... Check it out!
~Croozer

"Ha! Ha! hahahah...A year Later, and What to Show?" a fine import

Mon, 17 Nov 2008 03:12:37 GMT

It's a few weeks shy of less than a year since my last post. And what do I have to show for it? ABSOLUTELY DIDDELY SQUAT.

I went to Montgomery College, because of the events that were "bad" in my last post, and I fared mediocre in the academic arena. Socially, don't even go there.... I made few true friends, more like many acquaintences that I still keep in touch with, and it was just one bad boyfriend after the other.
Following my Fall semester at MC, I went off to Villa Julie, like I was "supposed to" before. I was there for 10 days. I was asked to leave by the school's higher-ups. I wound up "commuting" (aka being driven 45 minutes both ways) for 1 class 3 times a week until the end of the semester in May. It was a nightmare.
Blah, blah, blah....supposed to transfer AGAIN to a DIFFERENT school.... blah blah... same thing happened as last summer.... Back at MC.
There you go. Have I learned a darn thing?

Apparently not. Well it's off to make more life-changing mistakes!

~Croozer

(PS-still not "croozing". 2nd permit with 5 out of 60 required hours. ARRRRRRRGH!)

"And You Could Have a Change of Heart..."

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 13:15:11 GMT

Time is slowly coming to an end.
Or so it would seem to someone like me
Who can't put up a front, who can't pretend
And must be seen for what they are to be.
I've been trying so hard to be someone
To put myself out there and take the fall--
But I've not fallen yet! It isn't done!
And so I deem that as an unfair call!
I've counted myself out before I'm down...
Or something like that as the saying goes.
I still should not hang my head, cry, or frown,
Unless I try it, no one ever knows!
I'll audtition confidently, with glory,
So I can write a good end to this story.

Shunned Everywhere I Turn

Mon, 10 Dec 2007 18:48:48 GMT

I never was a part of this. I never have been. I never will be.
I never am.
It's just not my nature to belong to a group, or even to an activity.
I can pretend... I can fake it really well. But as to true, real, heartfelt belonging and acceptance by those I am trying to reach? Nope. Nada. Close but no cigar.

Oh, god, why did that analogy in and of itself hurt? oh ,I remember why... *winces while writing*
It was last week, someday. I was lurking around the back hallway of TA and I somehow wound up in the divine presence of some theater kids, in their holy of holies--the costume and makeup room. They were talking about how cigars taste. (My goodness, I am some kind of psychopath, remembering everything, every detail about everything that's ever happened, every exchange of words...I am officially obsessed...)

And then to another circle, where I am shunned: My bf and his friends always talk about stuff i don't really get; Sports, movies, wrestling, etc. So i could care less. But now i feel worse about it. Like I'm doing this to myself, all for this dream of Chicago. Trying to hang out with all these theater kids, and I really truly think, ok, scratch that I KNOW they could all care less about me. Especially since I'm (sort of) their competition, as far as auditions go. PSYCH!! They've got the confidence, finesse, and winning attitude, not to mention the talent, running through their veins! I am just a wannabe. And they can all see straight through that.

So I sit here, on my bench in the TA hallway, with my heavy metal blaring in to both ears, to drown out all the conversation i am missing, so I don't have to think about it. The music keeps me "comfortably numb" as i see the four people i would normally ATTEMPT to make social contact with interact like normal human beings...

....that's something which I am not.

A Spelling Lesson

Mon, 10 Dec 2007 16:48:39 GMT

"The Christian girl almost got 'Hanukkah' spelled right!"

So, yeah, sorry if I don't know how to spell a holiday that wasn't in my own religion... Still that's no excuse. I mean, I can spell " Ramadan", but then again, that one's phonetically spelled.
Damn, i couldn't even spell "phonetic". I wanted to spell it "P-H-O-E-N-E-T-I-C".

I need to go back to elementary school. Oh, wait, I can't. The county is going to tear down my Elementary school this summer. Maybe i can take an accelerated course...

Anyhow,I'd better worry about passing College, which is what I'm in. Off to sociology!

And happy H-A-N-U-K-K-A-H! (Happy now?)

Dreams of Fame, realities of Despair/ (The first 2 Paragraphs sum up the whole rant)

Sat, 08 Dec 2007 02:55:48 GMT

Wow that song feels like my life. Oh, yeah, sorry... you all can't hear what I'm hearing. It was a song called "Christenings" by a band called Blackfield, and it was about a washed up rock star. How that's my life, I have NO clue, but it made sense while the song was still on. It was just melancholy but peppy sounding, and it drew contrast between the star's happier times (fame) and where he was now (despair).

So I guess that applies to just about everyone. I guess we all have high and low points in our lives. ...SOoooOOOoo0o0oooooooooooooooooooooo000000000, there's probably really no special connection between me and that song; I just liked it and thought about it too hard.(@_@)

so it's six days, or still a week, depending on which day i *try out* ( i need to stop saying that!! i sound like a theater n00b!) *AHEM!* "audition". Yeah, I can literally choose the funeral day for my theatrical career. I will be able to mark, as of a week from tomorrow (Saturday the 8th) whether or not i survived until the ::GEEKOUT WARNING:: Sweet and Blessed day! of callbacks on Sat. the fifteenth. And in the case I don't make it to the Promised day, and join the Theater Demigods, whoever they may be (O, please, dear Lord, let them be kind enough to let some lowly new blood in!) i can at least know if it was a Thursday or Friday in Mid-December of 2007 that destroyed me.

I'll let it plague me for the rest of my life.

That's all for now. Have a good weekend, and Happy Hannukah (sorry if i didn't spell that right)!

Thu, 06 Dec 2007 21:10:33 GMT

When it's all said and done--
Auditions over with,
And I've given my all to
Something I've been
(Dare I say it??)
DESPERATE for--
What will become of me?

Will I still remain in these
Hallowed halls..?
The wings of the stage where
I sang in solitude,
Feeling that if I could only--
By some small miracle--
Be allowed into their tribe,
Their brotherhood, their
Mount Olympus!

To feel that way again...
...Soaring above the clouds,
Yet at one with the
Song of all the Earth.

Or, will I
Turn a Judas,
A betrayer,
A Benedict Arnold,
And curse and abandon
This place and its people
And all that they
Stand for?
Would I take the
Heart of my true love
And throw it on the floor,
Breaking it into a thousand
Tiny pieces?

I fear this almost as
Much as I fear
The rejection that would
Bring it on...

My thoughts cannot submit to this much Hell;
I turn my mind from it and hope it's gone.
I guess that only Father Time can tell
And only when it is all said and done.

Thu, 06 Dec 2007 20:55:32 GMT

A week until the dam is broken
And they see what I'm made of.
A week until the floodgates open;
That's what I'm afraid of.
A week until the pros come in
To toss us posers out,
And I stand there hoping with a grin
To hide the look of doubt.
I'll take to that stage alone
And sing best I am able
Confirming failure always known
With judges at that table.
A theater actress walking by
Just told me not to sweat it.
I'm so worried, I might cry...

But still I can't forget it.

More Everything

Tue, 04 Dec 2007 15:23:12 GMT

Hey, I know it's been forever since I've posted, but it's okay, because no one reads this stuff anyway!! WoooHOOO!!! 0_o

So stuff's been cool... it's been up, down, right, left, A button, B button, right, right, left, up, left, up, down, A.
PSOne : Congratulations!! you have unlocked the secret bonus level with your code!

(wow, that ended up MUCH more S.O.C. than i meant it to be.) All I originally meant to say was that in terms of mood and emotions, I've been through all kinds of stuff, but so far it's been generally good this semester.

Right now I am happy/ excited / COUNTING DOWWWWWNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!! until the 13th and 14th of this month.
Mr. Fox: Why?

Me: so i can embarrass myself royally! but it'll be fun!!
Mr Foxy: What EXACTLY will you be doing to embarrass yourself?

Me: audtioning for a musical that i have no chance of getting into.... but wish me luck.

speaking of which,i'd better rehearse! Adieu!

My Existence

Sat, 28 Jul 2007 22:30:58 GMT

*DISCLAIMER: I never meant for the subject line of this entry to sound so emo, but if you keep on reading, there is a reason for my choice of words*

Existence v. Life

Right now, and perhaps since January, I have been simply existing. There has been nothing that really gets me motivated enough to get out of bed in the morning... not even an obligation, such as a job or school. Therefore, I use the term "existing" because it is what I have been doing--just the basic functions: eating, sleeping, basic personal hygiene, and attempting to stay occupied.

Life looks different. It's motivation, drive towards a goal that means something, measurable success. Life is feeling stuff...not just boredom 24/7. Life is also made up of human interaction, something i often lack. I'm not saying life is a party, or fun all the time...I highly doubt it is. It's just something more than what I am experiencing now.

Nowadays I am insanely jealous of successful people. Last night we were talking to a friend of mine who goes to college overseas, and is taking summer classes so she can graduate... EARLY!! I just wish I had something to do with my life.

Sun, 08 Jul 2007 00:22:00 GMT

Hidden in plain sight,
Isn't it obvious? How I
Play this
Silly
Game to avoid speaking
When speaking
Is what I
Have to do...?

Maybe it's not so much of a game
Anymore,
Perhaps I am simply
Trying to chase the living
In what is clearly a graveyard.
To me, the Shadows are as real
As the memories
Of those I once
Called playmates.

One thing is the
Same as it ever was:
I am
Still --and always--
Alone.

wooo!

Sat, 30 Jun 2007 02:27:02 GMT

sooo here I am, stuck in another loonybin...
"so how is she posting?" qouth the alther ego mr. fox.
"with a ' borrowed' pda..."
yay for friends with tech gadgets!!
well, gtg- I am getting really annoyed with the little keys.

Aspirations of Short-Lived Fame, and Fun at My Dog's Expense

Wed, 16 May 2007 20:55:23 GMT

I love graphic novels. That's right, people, they're called graphic novels--NOT "comic books" as you all seem to think!! It's so sad when I go to the library or the bookstore or anything and I am looking at some_______(fill in the blank) and people just stare at me and the other people browsing; or in countless situations like last night:

(Mom sees my stack of books, "Flight, Vol. 2", "V for Vendetta", and "In the Shadow of Edgar Allen Poe")
Mom:You ready?
me: yeah, i have my graphic novels.
Mom: Oh, yeah the comic books...

ARRRRRRRGHHH! And also to communicate with most of the general public, you have to call them "Comic books" just so the person you are talking to has the faintest clue what you are talking about.

That's where the fame part comes in... While reading Flight today, I got inspired to try my own short comic. (I can say that there, because it's a short story, and its funny.) It's nowhere near done, but once I get it finished, I would like to ask my friends at Geeks of DC to maybe use it as filler art on their webcomic.
And while I am plugging for my friends' comic (which by the way stars all of us, so a lot of the things are inside jokes) here's the link (*hint, HINT*)

http://geeksdc.comicgenesis.com/

The funny dog thing shoulda gone up on YouTube. Oh, MAN! it was hilarious, in that kinda hilarity only experienced by the people there...
But basically I was waving a ribbon around in circles in front of my dog's face, and he was following it with his head.... L OH elll.

My Poor Puppeh, and other Rants

Mon, 14 May 2007 16:15:04 GMT

Today when I woke up, my most precious *tries to perfect Gollum voice: "Precious, my precious" , gets sore throat drinks some more Diet Coke--all is well*...

What was I saying? Oh, yeah... BEFORE my randomness broke in, i was worried about my dog being sick...he was crouched in a corner of the living room and shaking. He didn't even get up when he heard my sister and me pouring cereal--usually all someone has to do is open a box or a bag, and he comes running to the kitchen!

(He's doing better now... he's sitting in the sun with my sister while she is tanning on the deck in the backyard, which amuses me... a tanning dog! lol)

I don't really have any other rants... i lied So SUE ME!! haha ^_^

Waaaaaaah.....(Being a WB)

Sun, 13 May 2007 16:29:12 GMT

I don't wanna go to work.

I really don't.
I never do. But especially after last night, which was HELL, I don't wanna go back this afternoon. I need not go into detail about what happened last night,for I will get too upset. And looking back on it, strangely it was one of the few nights I did not feel like walking out while I was there.

The drive there is the worst.

Once we get to the light... The light at Georgia and 108, that means we're getting close. Uncomfortably close.
The dread builds with each minute, with each breath, with each rotation of the tires.

We roll into the Shopping center. "Oh, Crap." This is it. Getting out at the curb is the worst. I could still turn back and walk away, but that's dishonest.

Oh, crap. I have to be there in....35 minutes.
I'd better get ready.

There's a dress code in Prison now.

Ridick! As in Ridiculous....

Fri, 11 May 2007 14:09:35 GMT

I am sooo ridiculous! I have been in such a great mood ever since I had my last day at Villa Julie---EVER!!! I am just happy that I am done with the rotten place... I mean, I know what happened was my fault, but the way the school handled it could have been better. So on Wed, it was
GOOOOOOD RIDDANCE!

In other news:
UPDATES: The CalTort Job that i was so excited about last time fell through. I worked there one day, and then was asked not to come in the next day. Laaaaaaaame.

OTHER STUFF: Today i was awakened by my friend's dog jumping on my head at 6:30 am! That dog is hyper... Ohhhh Mocha! She's such a cutie... Boomer (my dog) is a sweetie pie too. Right now he's all curled up in his bed trying to tune out the noise of the keyboard tapping and the radio. He just picked his head up, and is looking around, and now is staring at me..."what is that crazy girl doing now?" i really think that's what he's thinking sometimes. But that's my Puppeh!

There's someone i need to go "friend"... if i can figure out how, i need to go do that now.

If i remember i have a LJ in the next month or so, i will post again.