| I hate being sick. |
[Nov. 21st, 2009|02:15 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | 35803 | ] |
| [ | How I'm feeling |
| |  listless | ] |
| [ | What I'm hearing |
| | a wretched, phlegmy cough | ] |
So I went from a healthy me to a voiceless me in less than six hours. I was at work and was fine. I get off work and I'm waiting on Cesar to finish so we can get ready to see New Moon (I need another viewing before I can decide if I really liked it or not), and this cough develops. I cough throughout the movie (sorry, movie-goers) and my voice was about at 40% at the end. I fall asleep very quickly on Cesar's couch (roughly 3:30 am). Peter calls about ten to six saying he's off work and needs directions so he can pick me up. But apparently I lost my voice while I slept. I have to do that extremely breathy no voice whisper. I'm picked up, McDonald's has $7.54 of mine, and I fall asleep as soon as possible. Mother calls me. I inform her I'm not feeling well.
"Are you dead?" she asks.
"Oh, yes," I croak pitifully. "Very dead."
"Well, you sound awful."
"I feel awful."
"Jessica wants to know how the movie was."
"It was good. Tell her I said, 'Nanny-nanny, boo-boo."
*scoff* "Jamie."
"I'll call you later, Mom, I need to go back to sleep."
I sleep until 1 pm. And it was good. Called Jessica and she let me know that I sounded like a "92-year-old chain-smoker whose about to die". I kept quiet for as much of the day as possible. Drink a ton of hot tea and changed it up with Theraflu. My voice returned for the most part. Too bad after I went to bed for the rest of the night, my cough returned. So I'm pretty sure my voice is going out again also. BLEH!
Hopefully I can be the food runner for tomorrow morning or something like that. I NEED to work but I also don't really want to interact with people too much. In all honesty, I probably shouldn't be at work at all tomorrow. *sigh* Them's the breaks.... |
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| Sometimes I don't understand myself. |
[Nov. 5th, 2009|12:21 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | 35803 | ] |
| [ | How I'm feeling |
| |  aggravated | ] |
| [ | What I'm hearing |
| | "Go-Getter Greg" - Ludo | ] |
WHY DO I KEEP DOING THIS!?!?
Seriously. I so know better. And every time I look for it, I find it. It makes me sick to my stomach. As in it starts cramping. Physically cramping. I don't know why I can't stop. Why I can't just let it go. I'm so stupid sometimes!
BEH! I'm so frustrated I could scream! I certainly can't sleep now. So...maybe I'll watch some "Two Guys and a Girl"...take my mind off of it...become sane again.
So stupid.... |
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| Halloween is the best! |
[Oct. 20th, 2009|12:53 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | 35803 | ] |
| [ | How I'm feeling |
| |  bouncy | ] |
| [ | What I'm hearing |
| | "This Is Halloween" - Panic At The Disco | ] |
Today is only the 20th and I'm getting super stoked! My costume is going to be AH-MAY-SING! Perhaps the best yet. It will be my 3rd Halloween in Huntsville and I'm spending it with Ashley, Anna, Ben, Sam, Eric, and Taylor. (I'm assuming Taylor's girl will be there, too.)
I'm going to be a green faerie this year. I have this really awesome dress (pale green with black tulle/chiffon/whatever sheer fabric it is) that has a gathered bodice so it's really flattering and a non-symmetrical hemline; big, beautiful, glittery wings with giant colored "gem" stones, pointy green ears; and lots of body paint.
Wednesday is the dry run for figuring the logistics of everything. I think I'm going to superglue the wings to my skin. They have these bunchy green elastic straps that go over your shoulders but I don't want them to do that. I do, however, want to wear them. I also want to wear my dress strapless. It have slender straps but they are totally unnecessary.
So Wednesday, Ash and I are going to see how everything fits together and how long it takes to get ready. Unfortunately I'm working that Saturday (crossing my fingers on just the morning shift), so I have to be there around 9:20. But I might try to be there at 9 so that I don't have to worry so much about try to race around finishing my opening work.
I haven't quite decided which shoes to wear. I have a couple pairs of boots, a few heels, and even some ballet slippers. I'm also puzzling over whether I should wear fishnets. Beh.
All right. It's not that late but I do have a split to work tomorrow and I should probably take this time to sleep.
YEA HALLOWEEN!!!!!! |
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| Regrets and Reflections |
[Oct. 11th, 2009|12:14 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | 35803 | ] |
| [ | What I'm hearing |
| | "Delicate" - Damien Rice | ] |
So today I've been really thinking about my life lately. I'd planned to go on vacation for three weeks to my dad's so I could escape the drama of Huntsville. Sometimes you have friends that are more friends to themselves than they are friends to you. I needed a break from that. So I went to my dad's so I could help clean out the Jackson house and get Sherry and him moved into their new place. I thought things were going pretty well with Sherry and me. Things were a little iffy with my father but I was trying. Really, really trying. His argument was that I was acting like a child and my rebuttal was that he was treating me like one. Basically he was pulling this huge power-play and I refused to be intimidated. Sucks for you, but I refuse to be a mouse. (Yes, it does get me into trouble.) I did, however, discover that my new stepmother is spineless. Before the teapot simmered over, she'd been very sympathetic to my point of view. But when her "Pace" lost sleep over a miscommunication, she changed sides very quickly. In fact got downright snarky. Oh, how very little I appreciated that. Here my father and I am, in the middle of this huge fight, in which I'd never wanted to hit someone as much as I wanted to hit him, and she wants to play smart-ass Switzerland.
Ha. I called my best friend crying, drank a bottle of wine, inhaled half a pack of smokes, and chopped off all my long hair. How's that for fun? So now I don't think I'll go back before next year. I simply don't want to subject myself to someone who refuses to admit they've done wrong. Or to someone that simply pays lip service to people.
But I finally stood up to Johnny Pace. I mean, there were tiny things every now and again, but nothing where I completely refused to back down and stand my ground. On the one hand, it felt really good. Too bad that other hand is smearing tears off my cheeks.
The good news is that I got a make-over than was long overdue. And I haven't regretted it. Apparently I actually look like I'm in my twenties now. I have to admit: it's a very fun and sexy 'do. |
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| So, I discovered my super power. |
[Oct. 11th, 2009|12:07 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | 35803 | ] |
| [ | What I'm hearing |
| | Black Eyed Peas - "Missing You" | ] |
And it sounds really egotistical. I'm actually rethinking saying anything it sounds so narcissistic. Anyway, get mad or offended if you life. I think my super power is finding wounded souls. Most of the people that come into my life for any extended amount of time, I heal. Even just a little. I'm not going to go into any details whatsoever, but I tend to make friends with people that have hidden pains and I find them.
Okay I feel bad for posting even this; however, I'm not going to delete it because I just posted on someone else's blog that your blog is your place for your thoughts and your feelings. So yeah. |
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| Not as Cool as a Cucumber |
[Sep. 3rd, 2009|01:09 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | 36803 | ] |
| [ | How I'm feeling |
| |  calm | ] |
| [ | What I'm hearing |
| | Paramore's Riot | ] |
Yeah, I know. I have just about zero cool points. And that kind of sucks. It was pointed out to me just last night that I just get too enthusiastic about whatever guy I happen to have a crush on at that moment. So I'm going to try to be cool and just let it come. Or not come as the case may be. No chasing. And try to be a little more mysterious and not quite so open. But it does feel wrong. But I'm really tired of just being Jamie Against the World. Partners in crime, thoughts, and bed just make it all the more fun.
I got to go out for the first time by myself in the longest time. Cesar and I watched "The Final Destination" (OMG, sucks). And since we were having lunch with Carmen at Surin today, he let me take his car. So I stopped off at Sports Page. Brian was not on duty and Emily from work was there. I met her bf and a friend of theirs. We ended up drinking massive amounts of beer, playing lots of pool, and we smoked all the cigarettes. After closing down the bar, we all hung out at Matt's apartment (Matt is the friend) and smoked a little. He had this really great pomegranate wine. Emily and Hess left and we started watching a Korean foreign film. My total inebriation kept me from being scared. I kept dozing and as long as I promised "not to do anything sneaky," I didn't have to sleep on the couch. I did not do anything sneaky. But one sentence slipped at lunch today and Carmen jumped right on it--both feet. I blushed. Cesar asked a single question. My flaming face confirmed the answer even though I neither confirmed nor denied.
So all in all, I had a nice day. A little hungover, a little leery about what's going on. But tomorrow's another day. I'm thirsty anyway; so bring on the rain. |
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| "It's a little bit funny." |
[Aug. 28th, 2009|04:19 am] |
How after all these years...my lj icon is still so apropos?
PS--I love the movie Girl Next Door. |
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| Luck of the Father |
[Aug. 28th, 2009|03:59 am] |
| [ | What I'm hearing |
| | "Collide" - Howie Day | ] |
So it appears that I have my father's luck. As in, it sucks. Every time it seems as though things are going my way--PIZOW! Not any more! I know the Universe balances itself, but can't the good karma last just a little while before bad things happen?
Case in point, I was doing well at work, I'd found a seemingly great friend with whom to share things, I had my second car, I moved into a house, I got a puppy, I was making very decent money. So I on my way to work one day and BLAM! I'm T-boned at the very intersection before work. Hot damn. Two days later, my dad calls: "Oh, Sherry and I have decided not to have a wedding and we're just going to the court house this afternoon." Oh, wow. My dad is getting married without me. Nothing hurts worse to me than when some I love cuts me from their life. Their big monumental occasions that will forever be marked down in personal history, and I'm not allowed to be there.
I also have my father's luck in love. He taught me to love deeply--otherwise there is no point. And those you love, you lay your life down for them. And you tell them. So if for some reason you never see that person again, they knew. And you knew that they knew. No regrets. At least not where your heart lies. And home is where the heart is. My home smells like sunshine. Of course I haven't smelled sunshine for a while. But I remember how it made me feel, smelling sunshine. So warm and inviting, something you wanted to roll in and carry with you.
Patience is supposed to be a virtue, but when a body has no idea when the time comes that it expires, how can one be patient? |
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| The family you choose |
[Aug. 28th, 2009|03:38 am] |
| [ | How I'm feeling |
| |  awake | ] |
Most people know their biological family. You love them, you hate them--often at the same time. You know you always have them and for the most part (if you are lucky to have a good family), they support you with love, money, and the occasional get-together filled with yummy delicious food.
On other days, they infuriate you so much you walk away and ruin Christmas. Or you hang up on them. Or you hang up on them without saying "I love you." (With my dad, that is a huge, major sin.) But you calm down and you call them back, or visit them again. Whatever.
Oh, but the family you choose feels so much richer some days. You have absolutely nothing to tie you together save your memories, common interests, and mutual friends. I've had many people some and go in my chosen family. People I thought would never leave it. Apparently, I was wrong. My best friend from high school is not in my life any more. My best friend from college isn't such a great influence on my life any more. My first best friend from Rosie's doesn't include me so much. And my most recent best friend from Rosie's stabbed me in the back and then lied about it.
Wow, it sounds like I have a lot of best friends. And, generally, I do. No one is necessarily better than any other. They're all just different. One is my book club bestie, one was my guy-watching and going out best friend. I had an anime/TV show best friend--who was also great and hell on my self-esteem. And there was my best friend I was (was?) in love with.
So the latest an greatest is like another piece of me. Every time we talk, we find more in common. Common pasts, common heartaches, common personalities, common OCD's. (You're getting the gist, right?) I just really don't want this one to slip away. So I'll hold on loosely, be myself, and all those other cliches people like to tell themselves. When the two of us are around each other, we don't have to try. Neither of us puts on a front or worries the other isn't having a good time. We don't have to censor ourselves and we never feel that the other is judging. And even when things are known without words, we give voice to them anyway, just to be sure. |
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| Epiphanies can be fun. |
[Nov. 21st, 2008|03:38 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | home | ] |
| [ | How I'm feeling |
| |  pensive | ] |
| [ | What I'm hearing |
| | "Decode" - Paramore | ] |
First I have to get this out of the way: TWILIGHT WAS AWESOME!!! I truly have very few negative things to say about it. The make-up could have been so much better. Hell, I could have done better. But for the most part: Good job, guys. I was pleased.
On to the actual post: I made a discovery today. Right now I might love two guys. One I know that I love; the other just seems to be evident by my actions. And you know what they say about actions. Guy number one, we just aren't going to talk about. (I'm sure you are all thanking me/God/The Powers That Be right about now.) Guy number two however....
I just can't really let this person go. Part of it is the savior complex. I don't want him to be alone, I want him to have friends, I don't see how he can be happy in his present situation. All things that aren't really my place to change. Perhaps. I can sit here and say that I don't love him all day, but if that were true, then why haven't I just let him go? Good question. One of which I don't have an answer. I did, however, discover that this love (if it is love), does not control me. I can sleep next to this guy and not act on my baser instincts. He has touched my skin and stroked my limbs and I can resist him. I do still find him attractive. I still enjoy and miss his company. He cooks me supper and spends the night and consumes many Benadryl caplets to do so. (Allergic to cats.)
So what do I do about this? On the one hand, I could let him back into my body and not just my bed. But I've seen the end of that road. We are total opposites: I'm a silly little emotional girl, and he's a robot. I love too easily; and he, not at all. The list goes on but you get the gist. Basically I become clingy and he pulls away. And it hurts. And he extremely conveniently forgets conversations. Important ones. So I guess a better question would be: Do I believe in second chances? Maybe. But once I close certain things from someone, they don't really get them back. If you do, then it wasn't really closed anyway.
Fate is a tricky thing to think about. What if I make the wrong decision? What path holds my happiness? I'm so confused right now. Well, I am and I'm not. I know that doesn't make sense but it's how I feel. I look at it one way and I know. I look at it from a different angle and everything is changed. I'm afraid I'll choose wrongly. Or is there a wrong choice? What if, regardless of the path, it's not wrong, just what I chose? But it's a little of you can only have one or the other.
Anyway, it's 4 am and I have work in 6.5 hours. It sounds far away on paper but it isn't. Especially since I've been awake for 22 hours. |
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| For my dear friend Matt |
[Oct. 9th, 2008|12:55 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | home | ] |
| [ | How I'm feeling |
| | calm | ] |
| [ | What I'm hearing |
| | O - Damien Rice | ] |
I completely understand what you are saying. I'll try to address each issue separately.
As for the missing Hattiesburg: Think about it. This was most likely the place where you finally came into your own. The place that allowed you to be who you are and not simply a version or a piece because you lived in J'son, aka BFE. You got to make your own friends and wear whatever you wanted and the freedom was just, well, liberating. Finally it was about you and not your family or your money or your "cool-ness" because there were enough people that were just as "cool" or "not-cool" as you. Also, I am totally subjecting myself here. This is exactly why I love and miss Tuscaloosa.
As for the love issue: Yes, I believe in love. It is not always a good thing. Love, that is. Love can be very destructive, scary, and a mean, cruel bitch. Right now, I'm still in love with the first guy I ever had sex with. I believe him to be the pinnacle of the love I will ever hold for a person. And it fucking hurts. Because he does not return my feelings. And right now we are rather pissed at each other. I at him because he decided the Bama game was more important than my birthday. He at me because I made him face what a selfish decision this was. I'm not going to lie, I was a bitch about it. He hurt my feelings terribly by brushing me off, so I made damn sure that he felt some negative feelings about it, too. Plus, the game turned out to be a fucking re-run of the previous week's. (Ha, and he attended that one, too. Fucker.)
Still, I would take a bullet for him. There isn't much I wouldn't do. And it's stupid. But there you have it.
Now don't get me wrong. There are some very nice things about love. The sex is better when you love. You get that awesome level of comfort that lets you hang around naked with that person and it's okay, good, and even expected. (Hey, guess what. I like being naked. Bet you couldn't figure that one out, huh?) And there is still love in this world. But it is scarcer than it used to be. Or maybe just not as evident. We are living in a very selfish, want-it-now kind of world. People don't want to work on relationships anymore because it's just so easy to find a new partner and you get that shiny, new person with me glow. When that fades, you just find another. I tell people that I don't do casual. And I don't, at least not often. I just don't like it. I am worth more than just being a really good blow job. And the shittiness I feel the next day is more than it's worth. I'd rather just take care of matters myself. Even though it is sooo much fun with someone else.
I can't think of anything else to put in, so I'll close here. I hope this gives you some perspective or whatever you were looking for. |
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| Love is like a roller coaster, baby. |
[Oct. 6th, 2008|04:04 pm] |
Up, down, left, right. Forwards, backwards. And ALL the way around. I went through the entire spectrum of emotion in about the span of a month. I was sort of over it. Then I fell sooo hard right back into it. I was extremely hopeful that it was returned, and thoroughly excited. Things seemed like they were going the way I wanted them to go. Plans were made, I was happy and a little cautious. At least my mind was. My heart, ha, well, that was entirely another story. My mind knew I was in a total minefield, but my heart had faith that it could rush headlong in and everything would be okay in the end.
Well, it was wrong. Basically I jumped with both feet and was blown away. And not the good kind. The very bad kind that leaves you maimed. I'm sure that I have some reptilian attributes and the parts will grow back, but maybe not all the way and most likely badly scarred.
I really wish I could cancel my trip at the beginning of November, but Cesar still wants to go. He told me that I could cancel if I really wanted to, but the disappointment was so evident, I just didn't have the heart to do so.
Now, that is a disaster waiting to happen. Especially if I'm right on what I think I'm right about. I have no idea how I'm going to handle it. Or even if I can handle it. Honestly, I'll probably puke. As in literal nausea.
I so want to say, "Fuck that shit." And never go again. But we all know that is a temporary impulse that will pass in a couple months. |
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| This is very Sasha. |
[Sep. 27th, 2008|10:12 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | home | ] |
| [ | How I'm feeling |
| | calm | ] |
| [ | What I'm hearing |
| | "Thinking Of You" - Katy Perry | ] |
Yeah, so Anna's cat Sasha would find the one thing that is out of place and lay on it. Kinda drives me bat shit...you know, when my room was actually clean. |
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| "Gee, we're dum(b) asses." |
[Sep. 26th, 2008|01:47 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | home | ] |
| [ | How I'm feeling |
| | contemplative | ] |
| [ | What I'm hearing |
| | "Delicate" - Damien Rice | ] |
Points to whoever get the quote, btw.
So I had a nice, long phone conversation today. All the realizations I'd made three posts ago are now shaken. My heart is so wistful. That conversation made it seem like anything is possible.
And I just made another realization: I enjoy this. To an extent anyway. I enjoy the "does he, doesn't he?" push and pull. It gives me some rather safe drama to forever focus on and wonder about. I wonder if this makes me a "bad" person. I know that it doesn't. But I feel like maybe there is a glitch somewhere to make me like this sort of uncertainty. Ha, it also makes me feel superior. "No one will ever ____ ___ as much as I do." I'm so fucking arrogant in this, it makes me laugh. Or smirk smugly.
In other/work-related news: a couple of coworkers somehow missed the fact that I swear like a sailor and heard me drop the f-bomb a few times. They (both girls in early-to-mid-twenties) were shocked. "Jamie! I didn't know you cussed!" Apparently I give off the aura of a sweet, slightly innocent person. Haha, whatever. Sweet, I can see because I do like to be a sweet person. But non-swearing? No.... If people could only hear what I say in my car. My granny would be shocked. Actually, my dad, too. Poor Daddy.
You know, that's a little surprising to me. People genuinely think that I'm sweet. But I guess I don't see it quite as strongly as they because I know all the petty/bitchy/cruel thoughts I have. A friend anonymously asked people if they would like themselves if they met themselves. She found that, of the people who answered, none of them would. But again, it's that living-in-your-own-head deal.
And now, I'm going to try that sleep thing again. It's 2am and I have to be at work in the morning. |
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| I love GBS. |
[Sep. 23rd, 2008|11:24 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | home | ] |
| [ | How I'm feeling |
| |  utterly pathetic | ] |
| [ | What I'm hearing |
| | Fortune's Favour - Great Big Sea | ] |
Unfortunately Great Big Sea reminds me. And not of B.F.R. Sorry but you were just a passing thing. I now think of you with anger since our friendship means so very little to you.
I just need new memories. Things to cover the things that were. I want to change jobs but I'm afraid I won't feel as fulfilled if I leave. "But, Jamie, you are a waitress. That's not a very prestigious job." I know that. But I see people, new people, every single day. I help them, and in a small way make them happy. I complain about my job all the time but my dream job (zoo keeper) is just so far out of my reach. Plus I really like Huntsville. I would feel just as sad to leave this town as I was to leave Tuscaloosa. But Huntsville doesn't have a zoo.
My dad bought me a magnet. He said, "I saw it and just immediately thought of you. I knew I had to buy it for you." The magnet urges, "Leap and the net will appear." Anna put a Post-It below it: "If you're suicidal."
I need to jump-start my life. I'm in a rut. Everyone knows what happens when that happens: destructive behavior sets in.
But for now, I'll just finish watching Dexter Season 2 and then play in my make-up for the wedding I'm attending (alone) Saturday. |
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| Tiny, whiny post about being sick |
[Sep. 17th, 2008|11:32 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | home | ] |
| [ | How I'm feeling |
| |  under the weather | ] |
So I'm sick. I hope it's not the same sick that gives me mold on my tonsils. That sucks. It stays with me for two weeks and I feel like shit. But I can't really ask off work for two weeks. Just can't afford to do so. My only recourse is to buy stock in Chloraseptic spray and Advil: Cold & Sinus. Hopefully I won't sound too much like a 60-year-old chain smoker.
Today I'm supposed to go eat at Bone Fish Grill with Cesar but I can't really afford that, either. So I'll go and buy a dress. But that's for the wedding I'm going to in a couple weeks. So I better get in the shower, shave and do my hair. And wear a strapless bra today. |
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| Longer version of the last post and a little extra. |
[Sep. 15th, 2008|01:10 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | home | ] |
| [ | How I'm feeling |
| | malcontent | ] |
| [ | What I'm hearing |
| | Silent Night - Damien Rice | ] |
( Exactly My Brand of Heroine )
Otherwise, I'm about to start learning how to play my violin. One of the managers at Rosie's want someone to play with and she promised to teach me. I think I'll start tomorrow. Violin music makes my blood sing. I feel it all throughout my marrow.
Also I think I got a workout partner. Finally. I really hope that works out because I'm extremely unhappy with my size. It's not so much my weight but that I don't fit in my clothes as well. And I'm starting to get a belly. Really. And exercising always makes me happy. Always did. I just wish I had a sparring partner. (This is going to be so BDSM.) I want so much to do some body conditioning. Because I want to hurt--physically. There is a release in it. Not sexual, not harmful. Safe and controlled. And I can have a good cry. If I cry now, it won't feel good. It won't be cathartic. It will feel pitiful and pathetic.
Also happy birthday to my dad. Granted, it was actually yesterday, but there you have it. I'll go into my week in Jackson another time. I have to wash clothes and go to bed now. |
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| Let's just say that I'm a little slow. |
[Sep. 12th, 2008|04:06 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | home | ] |
| [ | How I'm feeling |
| | bored | ] |
| [ | What I'm hearing |
| | The Birdcage on TV | ] |
Especially when it comes to my heart. Grant was, in a word, a douchebag. Completely inconsiderate and immature. My closest friends warned me, but I never listen. Until I get slapped in the face with it. Plus he never knew me at all. Said I had a small heart. Whatever. So he got the boot.
Then I visited in Tuscaloosa and Jackson. I had a good time for the most part. And I, well, I enjoyed myself. Maybe a little too much. But, oh, well.
Anyway I have to iron my short and go to work now. Just felt like correcting the last post. |
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| Now for a real post. I'll try to keep it simple. |
[Jul. 24th, 2008|01:38 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | home | ] |
| [ | How I'm feeling |
| | kinda blah | ] |
| [ | What I'm hearing |
| | the cat eating | ] |
I think first and foremost: I'm dating someone. Not sure if we are at the bf/gf stage, but he does know of my jealousy and inability to tolerate him seeing/doing other people. And he stays over all the time. So I think we are but it's not been verbalized and everyone knows I crave verbalization. Plus I invited him to go with me when I visit my family in Louisiana. I hope he goes, if only so I don't spend roughly six hours in a car by myself--one way. I could keep myself entertained but I would also lose what little bit of sanity I desperately cling to.
I'm totally moved into my room. The only things not unpacked are my books. I simply don't have enough bookshelves.
My car works. I have a job. I have amazing friends. And I miss Tuscaloosa. I was this close to going for the evening. If I don't work tonight, I might still.
But right now, I'm going to go read my new book. |
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