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Who reads this anymore? [Oct. 13th, 2008|08:01 pm]
Senior Year should have been the best year of high school for me. As I browse through pictures of my friends' senior years, it still makes me jealous. I should have those pictures at football games. I should have the landscape picture of all my friends at prom. I should have been the one participating in all of the traditions. But I never did.

About a week into my Senior year, I got a call from Shaundra. She was one of my best school friends in Georgia and we'd had countless classes together. She told me that my name had been called in her economics class. I felt a tinge of pain. She told me that Natalie, Joel, and Norene were also in my class. My entire high school career, I had hoped to be in a class with Joel and Norene, but never had been. And I'd never not been in at least one class with Natalie.

I cannot focus, nothing I write makes sense, my mind is too full that it's almost blank. I stare around my room in hopes for inspiration to finish this piece but nothing I can say or do will make the words come. They will not come, they cannot come because I am out of words. All day long I am expected to spout out words and original ideas and I simply can't do it. I'm not a machine. I'm not a word-spouting machine!

Blarg to compulsory Journals. Blarg to German for making me randomly capitalize nouns.
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Shopping When Hungry [Oct. 10th, 2008|07:03 pm]
There is a reason why it's not a good idea to go grocery shopping when you're hungry. Beside the fact that being hungry is not the strongest state of mind, it makes for very bad decisions. You are hungry, so you buy more food. You are hungry, so you think you can eat more. You are hungry, so those carb loaded, chocolate covered, cheese smothered goodies seem like a good idea. And when you sink into an overloaded coma, you will probably realize that it was a terrible idea.

Hanging out with couples when you are single is much the same  as shopping when you are hungry. At first, it seems like a good idea. After all, at least one of them is your friend and everyone needs friends, right? But you'll find yourself getting sick and wondering where you went wrong. The only difference is that when you're hungry and surrounded by food, you want to eat. But when you're single and surrounded by couples, you feel kind of glad that you aren't one of them. Maybe that's just me though. Everyone else can gorge themselves silly on relationships... I, however, choose to use the self-checkout lane. Did I take the metaphor too far?

Maybe it's the craziness of the election or the state of the economy, but it seems like people are getting even crazier. I see friends getting into fighting matches over the candidates the other supports.

"I can't believe it. I've known my friend for 30 years and I just found out she's voting for John McCain. I simply can't believe it!" An exasperated customer exclaimed to me, when all I'd asked is what drink I could make her. She then proceeds to spout all of her political opinions while strongly assuming that I shared her views. All I could offer her was my smile, her latte, and my sincere desire for her departure.

It was bizarre, and the situation would have been the same if she had replaced "McCain" with "Obama". I have my opinions and I'm fairly well-informed on politics, but I still don't get it. People seem to place so much emphasis on the president. Yes, he (or she) does matter politically, but in a lot of cases, the President is just the figurehead for the House and the Senate. And the economy? I'm not a big George Bush fan, but I sincerely doubt that he's gleefully pulling the strings that control gas prices. Anyone with a basic understanding of economics should know that it's never that simple.

The problem with politics is people. People are not well-informed enough to be spouting off opinions and getting so livid over things they don't understand. And voting? Yes, I plan on voting. But in some respects, it doesn't matter that I do. I'm registered independent so I couldn't vote in the primaries. And the Electoral votes are what really counts. So why freak out over who someone is voting for? Are they a different person because of what they think they believe in?

I also find it hilarious that almost everyone's opinion of the VP debate is influenced only by their already formed politcal views. If you already like Sarah Palin, you believe she did a great job. If you are an Obama/Biden fan, you thought she looked like an idiot. The VP debate (and no doubt, the Presidential Debate) doesn't change anything. I'm not interested in hearing why or why not she did a great job, I saw the debate. To me, it was just another show in the circus of politics.

Another person tells me that they hate Obama because he changes his platform all the time. When he told me this, the word "platform" seemed foreign on his lips. So I asked what he meant. He replied that Obama is inconsistent and changes his views all the time. 

"Views on what?" I asked.

"So many things... it's ridiculous, he can't make up his mind..."

"For example?"

"Well you know, like the big issues. I don't know. It's ridiculous."

Well, I thought, clearly this person has great reasons for not supporting Obama. They don't sound at all like an echo of someone else.

I'm not sure what my point is... maybe it is... to think before you speak? No, that's too platitudinous. Hmm.

Democrats, Republicans, I love members of both of your parties. Why can't we just be friends? And why can't you just both shut up if you have only a rudimentary understanding of our Government? Stand up for what you believe in, by all means. But figure out what it is first.

Thank you for listening. Have a great day. And remember, boys and girls. We are not a democracy. We are a democratic republic.
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No more dating [May. 10th, 2008|01:44 am]
So, I may have messed up. But I didn't really mean to. That's kind of a silly statement so I don't expect that most people mean to... but anyway...

I can't seem to deal with my own emotions. My ex boyfriend/person closest to me (sans Ryan) for the past two years is moving in 4 days and I haven't really faced my own feelings. I mean, I thought I did but I realized I didn't today.

In the mean time, I dealt with my new found singleness by talking to this guy at work who I thought I really liked. After a little while, I started to feel like there wasn't anything going on...no sparks, no chemistry, so I started to withdraw. And another guy entered the picture. He did everything the guy at work didn't do but he also still kinda bugged me. He's really nice and a gentlemen but he turned out to be kind of a political extremest and I don't really like when people lean too far towards either way...especially if they want to date me.

and the other thing that bugged was this guy was sooooo touchy feely! He kept trying to put his arm around me or play with my hair and I was really annoyed and thought I showed it in my body language but evidently not. So I decided today that I am not going to date...for about a year. And I realize that I am making a HUGE mistake by saying that but I really mean it this time. I have to figure this out. I don't know what I want right now, I just know it isn't anything I already have.

Sometimes I wish guys I dated could be more like Ryan. I decided if there is such a thing as a soul mate, it has to be him. I'm not saying I'm in love with Ryan, because I'm not. I just wish there was someone who could understand and read me like he does. No one else seems to get it, not even me sometimes. Whenever something funny or important or sad or both or all three happens, he is the first person I think of...

So hold me to it... no dating for a year.
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Phone calls that mean something [Dec. 31st, 2007|01:26 am]
[mood | tired]

So I never used to talk on the phone much until I met Ryan Heath... the one guy I have spent the most (no question about it) time on the phone with, including past and present boyfriends. He is also the one person who understands me the most and with whom I have (again no question about it) the most inside jokes with. And they are all hilarious, even if only to us. i.e. Don't get impaled through the stomach by a fence and "That's not the point!" and Mr. Monty's science class and the color yellow. We have so many inside jokes that we have probably forgotten half of them. Not a day goes by that I don't at least think of him in passing, and when something particularly funny happens, like my mom buying a case of Dole pineapple chunks or someone ask if they even need their spleen, I feel like I need to talk to him. I don't think he will ever not be at least a small part of my life, and even that makes me sad considering what a comfort he was to me when I moved to Maryland by calling me almost every night.

I just got off the phone with him. Our unusual phone calls tend to have a usual pattern... at least the long ones. They usually start out with me needing someone to listen to my problems, then I somehow end up laughing, then we come full circle, and occasionally we get into a religious discussion (he is the one person who really helps me with my confusion). Then, we finally realize that we need to sleep or go and we stay on the phone for an obligatory ten minutes pretending like we didn't mean it until we really have to go.

I realize sometimes that I really rely on him to listen and I don't always listen to him. He has just always been really self-sufficient and a lot more stable than me. I used to feel like he didn't need me but our lives are so connected that I know he thinks of me like I think of him. Inside jokes have a way of reminding you of someone all the time. I remember that being particularly hard when I first moved because I could really never stop being reminded of someone I still really cared for.

To me, our friendship is so simple that it's almost baffling. When we met for real the first time, there was instant chemistry. We connected instantly and to my amazement, became fast friends even though I shoved him for being sarcastic while we were dancing. Then we were interested in each other. It was always more an emotional bond than physical. When I left, we both still cared and it was hard to get over him. But now there is still that amazing conversational chemistry with none of the attachments of a romantic relationship. I don't think I have ever known anyone to understand me as well as he does in certain respects, and I never want to think of a day where I couldn't call him at least occasionally to catch up. He is too big a part of my life to forget. If any guy I ever dated were possessive enough to try to make me choose between him and Ryan, I would choose Ryan. I love him as a friend, but I don't have romantic feelings anymore. But he holds more weight with me then most people I know. It's just one of those things that no one but the two of us can understand...
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Because sometimes songs speak the words to my life [Dec. 14th, 2007|01:58 am]
[mood | whimsical]

I'm a suspect, I'm a traitor,
I'm only here in body visiting.
Yellow faces in the distance screams,
"The beauty is in what isn't said,"
I'm rising to my feet,

Because tonight, the world turned in me.
Because right now, I don't dare to breathe.
Oh, babe, I know, it's alight and somewhere for us to find,
Tonight, oh chase this light with me.

My just so, my last call,
My life is yours in your gifted hands.
Confetti rainfall in a quiet street.
These things I've found are special now,
The knot is in my reach,

Because tonight, the world turned in me.
Because right now, I don't dare to breathe.
Oh, babe, I know, it's alight and somewhere for us to find,
Tonight, oh chase this light with me.

A movie, still photograph,
Through a martyr's eyes can I see,
I've seen the best of love, the best of hate, the best reward is earned,
And I've paid for every single word I ever said.

Confetti rainfall in a quiet streets.
The beauty is in what you make it,
So get up on your feet.

Because tonight, the world turned in me,
Because right now, I don't dare to breathe.
Oh, babe, I know, it's alight and somewhere for us to find,
Tonight, oh chase this light with me.
Because tonight, the world turned in me.
Because right now, I don't dare to breathe.
Oh, babe, I know, it's alight and somewhere for us to find,
Tonight, chase this light with me.


-Jimmy Eat World
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Knights of Cydonia [Nov. 19th, 2006|12:28 pm]
Come ride with me
Through the veins of history
I'll show you how god
Falls asleep on the job

And how can we win
When fools can be kings
Don't waste your time
Or time will waste you

No one's gonna take me alive
The time has come to make things right
You and I must fight for our rights
You and I must fight to survive
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Schoooool [Oct. 18th, 2006|09:18 pm]
[mood | depressed]

Not entirely sure why I'm updating. I don't have much to say, and if I did, I wouldn't have much time to say it.
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Writers make the best liars [Aug. 29th, 2006|11:55 am]
[mood | lethargic]

I think that writers have a stronger tendency than most to lie about things. To add exaggerations, to make ourselves more interesting...no wonder its so hard to find truth.

First day of college. Too tired to write complete sentences. In short:

Ethnic Lit. + Dr. Spoor = fun and interesting
Deutsch und Frau Herzlich = Arbeiten. Aber, gut. 
Oral Communication + Dr. Lamp = Quirky, but I have a lot to learn from him. 
Sociology + (can't remember her name) = way to disappoint. She read the entire 18 pages of the syllabus and no one understood what she was saying because of her thick (indian?) accent. I had to try my hardest not to lapse into a vegetative state.

Tomorrow = Work @ Chick Fil-a. May they remember to give me a break. 
And then...I go out with Chris. May that not also be a disappointment.

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hoobastank [Aug. 16th, 2006|09:34 pm]
[mood | cynical]

There's a pain that sleeps inside
It sleeps with just one eye
And awakens the moment that you leave
Though I try to look away
The pain it still remains
Only leaving when you're next to me

Do you know, that everytime you're near
Everybody else seems far away
So can you come and make them disappear
Make them disappear and we can stay

So I stand and look around
Distracted by the sounds
Of everyone and everything I see
And I search through every face
Without a single trace, of the person
The person that I need

Do you know, that everytime you're near
Everybody else seems far away
So can you come and make them disappear
Make them disappear and we can stay

Can you make them disappear?
Make them disappear

There's a pain that sleeps inside
Sleeps with just one eye
And awakens, the moment that you leave
And I search through every face
Without a single trace, of the person
The person that I need

Do you know, that everytime you're near
Everybody else seems far away
So can you come and make them disappear
Make them disappear and we can stay

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I shouldn't still be up... [Aug. 14th, 2006|01:36 am]

But I thought in light of the seriousness of my last entry, I would post so cool pics:



Mexican dressed as car seat, busted at US border (next time, hide your face)








And, to end on a happy note, my personal favorite:

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I want this car! [Aug. 9th, 2006|06:34 pm]
[mood | impressed]




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Overview of Vacation [Aug. 4th, 2006|10:11 am]
Thursday: I left around 12 o'clock to be in NC by 8ish. It took longer because of Mapquest, which decided to send us around the entire city of Charlotte before directing us to Matthews. They must have been cooperating with the Chamber of Commerce or something. Once we got there, we stopped at On the Border for dinner, and so began my daily ritual of having mexican food.

Friday: We woke up early and drove to North August to get on my Uncle's boat. I went tubing, stayed on for about 10 minutes and then my Uncle took a sharp turn going 20 MPH and I flew off the raft and smacked hard on the water. Mm, fun times. Then I got in the Kayak and paddled around. Back in the car, we got to GA around 7:30. I went directly to Norene's house and then we went to Publix with Eric and Philip to see Ryan. He wore a hairnet. We drove him crazy. Then we went to QT to eat disgusting (yet addicting) Chile Lime chips and burnt pizza.


This is us driving down the road to Norene's house...oh so familiar!

Saturday: Norene and I lazed around until about 2, when we went up to US Play to see Jen and John and Ryan and Eric. Norene and Eric and I went to On The Border (again) to get food. This time the food was pretty gross and the service was even worse. He didnt refill our drinks, he didn't get the right order, and he didn't give us any silverware. After we spent some more time at US Play...

You know what? I don't really feel like recapping my whole vacation. I'll just show some pictures I took:


Jarred Danner, my friend from school


My brother Paul (aka Aaron) and his girlfriend (and future wife, probably). She's the same exact age as me, same birthday and everything. She was really sweet, and I can see a change coming over my brother because of it.



Philip!



Norene



Ryan, in mid-drink, and Norene's new boy toy, Drew



Taylor Mumford...beware of the apocalypse



Dane
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Fire ants and Four year olds [Jul. 30th, 2006|02:34 pm]
[mood | hopeful]

I don't have much time to write anything, but right now I'm in Georgia with my bestest buddy, Norene and I've eaten lots of Mexican food and watched a lot of DDR and then today me and Philip and Norene took over a four year old sunday school class...that was an adventure. Some of those kids were cute, but some were just evil. They tried to throw their prayer rocks at us...
Anyways, tomorrow I meet who will probably be my sister in law and then we go to white water. On Tuesday, six flags, on Wednesday, we're tubing and then I'll be back with my heart in Maryland on Thursday :).

Fire ants are trying to kill me here! And the sweet tea is so much better!
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ctrl + alt + del [Jul. 26th, 2006|03:48 pm]
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Angels and Airwaves [Jul. 25th, 2006|10:30 pm]
[mood | calm]

The Adventure

"The Adventure"

I wanna have the same last dream again,
the one where I wake up and I'm alive.
Just as the four walls close me within,
my eyes are opened up with pure sunlight.
I'm the first to know,
my dearest friends,
even if your hope has burned with time,
anything that's dead shall be re-grown,
and your vicious pain, your warning sign,
you will be fine.

Hey, oh, here I am,
and here we go, life's waiting to begin.

Any type of love - it will be shown,
like every single tree reach for the sky.
If you're gonna fall,
I'll let you know,
that I will pick you up
like you for I,
I felt this thing,
I can't replace.
Where everyone was working for this goal.
Where all the children left without a trace,
only to come back, as pure as gold,
To recite this all.

Hey, oh, here I am,
and here we go, life's waiting to begin.
Tonight,
hey, oh, here I am,
and here we go, life's waiting to begin.
Tonight,
hey, oh, here I am,
and here we go, life's waiting to begin.

I cannot live, I can't breathe
unless you do this with me
I cannot live, I can't breathe
unless you do this with me
I cannot live, I can't breathe
unless you do this with me
I cannot live, I can't breathe
unless you do this with me
I cannot live, I can't breathe
unless you do this with me
I cannot live, I can't breathe
unless you do this with me

Hey, oh, here I am (do this with me),
and here we go, life's waiting to begin (do this with me).
Hey, oh, here I am (do this with me).
And here we go, life's waiting to begin,
life's waiting to begin.
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Arguments suck! [Jul. 25th, 2006|02:11 am]
[mood | loved]

newgirlnextd00r: we went to the mall today with his friend taylor and his gf kayla
newgirlnextd00r: and he didn't even tell me we were going and I dont know...to be honest, I was just in a pissy mood, as for lately i have been in one
newgirlnextd00r: so we get in the car and he makes me feel dumb about not realizing we were going with taylor to the mall because i misunderstood his text
newgirlnextd00r: and so im kinda mad and hes kinda mad that im mad and he jams on the gear and gets out of the car (we're at taylors house at this point)
newgirlnextd00r: and so stuff is kind of strained between us
JenniFabuless: yeah
newgirlnextd00r: the whole night, i mean we kiss but (even though I didnt realize i was doing it at the time) i was sarcastic and he teased me too much and we ended up getting mad and we didnt talk the whole way home
newgirlnextd00r: we're both kind of passive aggressive
JenniFabuless: yeah
newgirlnextd00r: (and stubborn)
JenniFabuless: *fake gasp* no!
newgirlnextd00r: anyways, im upset because the last thing I want to do is push him away, because he matters more to me than anyone
newgirlnextd00r: (and besides that, I told him my password to like...everything)
JenniFabuless: haha yeah
newgirlnextd00r: but seriously, i started crying and he was rubbing my back but we still didnt talk!
JenniFabuless: wow
newgirlnextd00r: and so finally, i say something about how maybe im worrying too much about georgia and i didnt realize i was being sarcastic and mean and im sorry
newgirlnextd00r: and he still didnt say anything...so he took me home and when he pulled onto my street, i got out of the car, still crying and kind of sprinted to the door and he followed me
newgirlnextd00r: and i stood there and cried and contemplated throwing my purse across the yard and then he grabbed me and held me and whispered "i'm sorry, I'm sorry" over and over
newgirlnextd00r: (one sec, he just texted me)
newgirlnextd00r: are you still there?
JenniFabuless: yes
newgirlnextd00r: omg, why am i crying
newgirlnextd00r: baaaah
JenniFabuless: *pats head*
JenniFabuless: don't cry
JenniFabuless: what did it say?
newgirlnextd00r: it said: "Baby, I'm so sorry about tonight. I don't ever want to make you feel that way ever again. Please, dont think its your fault, I was being stubborn as it was cause of work and being forced to stay home and wait to see you. It was a rough day, but we love each other too much to get hung up on it. I love you . xoxo"
newgirlnextd00r: and then he sent me the one that made me cry
newgirlnextd00r: "I almost started singing angels and airwaves to help you stop crying in the car... but I started to cry once I thought of the words: "I cannot live, I cannot breathe, unless you do this with me"
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G to the A = ATL! [Jul. 24th, 2006|01:49 pm]
[mood | contemplative]

So, I'm coming down to stay in GA in FOUR days. I leave for NC in less than three...and now the anxiety has melted and given way to utter and complete EXCITEMENT! I can't wait to see all my crazy friends and have more fun than I've pretty much had all summer with all the work and school crap...but I get to ignore everything for a whole freaking week! Heeeeck yes! I'm so happy, I don't even want to swear, isn't that crazy?

Speaking of swearing, I've been thinking about it a lot. Because I do know that some of my friends and "friends"  disagree with it. And, so let me seek to explain my reasons for doing so. 

I used to get really angry with my mom for certain things she did or said to me under certain circumstances. I would go into my room and yell and scream and cry into my pillow. I didn't really have a problem with cussing (except very, very rarely, like I mean once-a-year-in-the-utter-pits-of-despair kind of thing) until my tenth grade year. That was by far the worst year of my entire high school career and I didn't have very many friends. The people who befriended me or stayed my friend (people like Shaundra, Kyle, Tim, Joel, Sarah, and random others) were the kind of people my parents would probably disapprove of if they knew certain facts of their life. Regardless of this, they were some of the best friends I had (and still have, in some cases) in that particularly rough time. When I started taking meds for depression, things got worse and I started having more and more panic attacks and low points and it was then that I started cussing. I was around people who didn't care, and who did it too. All the people who would have disapproved of it had long since faded when the going got rough. Even my friends like Britt and Norene who didn't cuss, still didn't usually judge me for doing it myself. My point is, that's why I picked it up. Because all the people who would have disapproved either backed off or weren't a part of my life yet. And when those said people became a part of my life, I had the respect for them to not be offensive to their own beliefs by cursing. And I may have lead a pretense that I didn't do it, just because I didn't do it around them...and sometimes I even complained about people who did it in excess (and really I don't use it in excess). So for that, I was in the wrong. I should have been upfront about it and not pretended like I didn't do it. I was just afraid my new friends (both here and in GA) would judge me for it. And you know what? On some accounts, I was quite right.  

So I started to rationalize...and justify and figure out why cursing was so bad. I figured, if you say darn and mean it in your heart with the same vigor as someone saying "damn", then why not just say "damn"? If you mean the same thing, what's the difference? 

And what about the bible? It never says explicitly not to curse (unless someone can point it out to me). It merely condemns uncharitable speech...as well as you know, ungratefulness and other stuff. So, as long as you're not cursing to hurt another person or to show ingratitude, is it really bad? (I'm being serious, go ahead and refute my argument if you want, I don't mind being proven wrong) For example if you say:
"That girl is a bitch!" -- That would be considered to be against the bible, because you're being uncharitable
BUT if you say: "I'm sorry for bitching and complaining so much today" -- how is that uncharitable? It's the same word. But it's the meaning, the context, the way you say it that makes it a curse. So the way people just harp over something being a "bad" word is completely false. Words aren't mean. People are mean. If a person says ANYTHING mean or hurtful about someone else, they deserve to be treated the same as anyone who uses any of the 3-5 letter words that society has deemed "curse" words. Asshole = butthole. If you call someone either, it's just as bad. But for some reason, butthole is deemed more appropriate. What kind of logic is that? Oh, that's right. There is no logic. 

Basically, my point is that words don't make curses. People make curses. People say mean things...and I truly believe that God disapproves equally of calling someone a butthole or an asshole. As far as the intelligence factor goes, I don't believe people who cuss in excess prove themselves to be particularly intelligent. I do believe that you can put stuff more intelligently and eloquently. However, cursing in general is not a sign of unintelligence. The smartest people I know indulge in it occasionally, and no matter what anyone says, I am still intelligent despite it. I don't need someone being my moral police, and honestly, if they knew me well enough, they would back off that subject when they saw how it pales in comparison with my other faults.

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Impulsive Airline Ticket [Jul. 21st, 2006|12:17 am]
[mood | nostalgic]

Holy cow. I just bought my airline ticket back from Georgia on Thursday night. I must be crazy. Why, do you ask? Because...It's definite now. I'm staying until Thursday, August 3. And instead of being super excited...I'm freaking anxious about it. It's a kind of painful nostalgia that I'm experiencing and I suddenly remember why I've put it off so long. Because Georgia is a closed chapter in my life...and a recently closed chapter, really. So it's painful to open up something that is just barely finally able to be closed. Does that make sense? Probably not. 

But I do need a vacation. Is it pathetic that I'm worried about how much I'll miss Chris? Or how much he'll miss me? I mean, it's only a week, but even then, that's the longest we've ever gone without seeing each other since the beginning of our relationship. Georgia won't feel the same anymore, because believe it or not (and believe me, I hardly believe it), Maryland is my home. My crappy, lonely, sad, familiar home. And though there is little comfort here when it comes to certain things, I have no doubt that there will be little comfort in GA. But on the other hand, I realized that this may be the last time that I can see the majority of my good friends from GA in one place, at one time. So it's worth it, right? Won't somebody give me some impartial peace of mind?
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EEEEEEEEEEE! [Jul. 18th, 2006|10:20 pm]
[mood | ecstatic]

The rumors are true. Your own beloved red headed pyro who has a year since vacated Georgia...is RETURNING! To wreak more havoc on your unheeding SOULS! So be prepared...or be DOOM-ED.

My days (provided I can earn myself enough money at work to buy a return ticket home):

Friday Night 28- *insert crazy hysteria as I drive around seeing all my favorite people*
Saturday 29- This whole day is spoken for because I shall probably spend the morning and afternoon at Mountasia with my favorite homeschooled kids and Philip... and then I'll be partying hard at Morgan's (sure to be fantastic) housewarming party!
Sunday- Church...for at least some of the day.
Monday- *insert super fun plans*
Tuesday- *inset super fun plans* 
Wednesday- *insert super fun plans* 
Thursday- *insert super fun plans until about 2 when my plane leaves*

Hit me up if you want to do something while I'm in town, because with saving for Cali and paying my car and such...I have NO idea when I'll even be there again. Also, if you can take me under your roof for a day or any time at all, I shall much appreciate it.

I'm coming home!

410 980 6185 = my cell

I'm so excited I want to go pack now! But...that would be silly.
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Math + Garen = Incompatible [Jul. 18th, 2006|01:35 pm]
[mood | weird]

So, after spending about 45 dollars taking a refresher course in order to score into a college level math, I find that I did considerably better...but didn't score into college level math. Money...wasted. So, I have to take a noncredit math course before I can take a math class for credit, which I  need to get my associates. Math = me + anger79309403803480383042.

Either way, I decided against taking math my first semester of college, noncredit or not. What with the stressful waitressing job and the brand new life experience, I thought I would save the ugliness for a better semester. Maybe summer. I signed up for four classes, on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 9:30 - 3:15. I believe the order is Business (something about managing business relationships and such, I don't know. I'll find it later when I actually care and the incessant heat hasn't stripped me of all my energy). After that, Fundamentals of Oral Communication followed by Intermediate German (I have to decide if it's too easy for me or not, I mean it has been 2 years since I really spoke the language) and then Sociology. An overall easy semester, free from complicated math.

Math really is a four letter word. *random song interjection* To me, coming from you...Friend is a four letter word. End is the only part of the word that I heard, call me morbid or absurd, but to me, coming from you...Friend is a four letter word.
(Bet not many people can name the name of that band, as much as it saddens me)

Anyways, I have the rest of the day to exercise (possibly go to kickboxing), take a nap, and hopefully spend some time with my tired but cute boyfriend =)
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