Blast-O-Words and Crap

Mon, 21 Dec 2009 01:18:00 GMT

My sister-in-law is upset with me now. Here's what happened: Weeks ago, she asked me what we were doing for Christmas. My reply was "I don't know, probably what we did last year, Josh's mom or dad Christmas Eve, my mom's Christmas morning, and whichever of his parent's we didn't go do Christmas Eve, we'd go there Christmas Day at some point"

She took this to mean solidly: Josh's dad's Christmas Eve, his mom's sometime Christmas Day.

And made all of her family's Christmas plans around that conversation. Going so far as to tell Josh's parents (read: his crazy mother) about when we would be at her house.

Josh's mom called us last night in a rage. She had planned on doing her dinner and stuff Christmas Eve and thought we were trying to undermine her plans and whatnot. She ranted at Josh's brother, at me, and at Sheila, my sister-in-law.

Anyway, I get Josh's mom diffused, then Sheila calls me upset because she had made their plans around what I had said IN PASSING, without confirming with anyone, and now because of the "change" in plans, won't be able to see her parents for Christmas. She's pissed at me, I spent 2 hours crying last night because I feel like I've lost a sister.

I sent her a text trying to apologize. We had to attend a Christmas party today, and I tried to make up with her, and she gave me the cold shoulder the whole time we were there.

Not to mention, she's pregnant, so all this could possibly be chalked up to her hormones and she'll get over it eventually. I love her dearly, so that's what I'm really hoping for. Blah. I hate the holidays anymore.

Before I met Josh, I went one place: My parents' house. There wasn't all this running around trying to appease the gods of the in-laws. I hate it. I resent it, but I have to deal with it.

Ahhh.

Wed, 16 Dec 2009 22:12:08 GMT

I've got internet back, and I'm thrilled. I get to go through Oona's posts, catch up on my LOLcats and generally be connected again. Life is good.

Ugh

Sun, 11 Oct 2009 16:05:42 GMT

I am so not happy today. My daughter went to stay with my mom yesterday. Soooo, Josh and I had the house to ourselves. Do you think we did anything fun? No...he sat in the living room playing one game while I sat on the computer and played another game. At one point during the evening, walk over to him and I say "man, we really are a geeky couple. Have the house to ourselves and all we can think of to do is play video games". Him: "well, that's just what we enjoy doing".

I sit and think on this for a while. It's what he enjoys doing, but I want to do something together. I find a website with some funny pics and I'm looking through it. He comes over and sits with me for a while, and we spend a couple of hours looking at funny pics. Finally we go to bed. We're having a little bit of a tickle fight, when I once again say "wow, we are so unromantic. You realize we had the house to ourselves all day and didn't take advantage of it. Would have been nice had we done something together." His response: "We do stuff together all week."

This resulted in me rolling over, trying not to cry and trying not to lash out at him horribly. I told him that I want to go out and do stuff, have a romantic dinner, anything. He says: "I thought we were trying to be frugal. Besides, isn't gaming what we enjoy?" I tell him that I enjoy other stuff, that I really want to do romantic stuff. Then I mutter something about "this isn't working anymore. Our interests are just too different." After which he says "WAitaminit, what?" I just said "Nevermind", and shut up, then went to sleep.

We had the morning to ourselves as well. He did nothing to redeem the situation. He's at band practice right now and part of me is thinking about leaving a "Dear Josh" letter and finding a new place to live. I can't deal with this anymore.

Oona will prolly be the only one to get the first one, but they all made me LOL.

Sun, 11 Oct 2009 12:37:42 GMT

Tue, 29 Sep 2009 11:51:50 GMT

Life, in a word, sucks. We are completely and totally broke. I had to change my hours at work to work around Elizabeth's school schedule, but I'm not only getting about 5 or 6 hours a day. That is NOT paying the bills. I've exhausted every loan source possible to try to make ends meet. I've been looking for a 2nd part time job for evenings, but no one around where I live is hiring. I applied to an insurance company as a customer service rep last week and have yet to hear from them. I'm getting horrible migraines on a daily basis, my knee hurts so bad the majority of the time I can barely walk, and I hate my job right now because we're busy which means I have to be out in the warehouse on said bad knee on a daily basis.

I've been tossing the idea around of moving back in with my mom. I love my husband but he still (after 4 years) doesn't have his priorities straight. He's starting to get overtime at work, but instead of wanting to apply it to bills, he wants to put it toward the cd his band is releasing in a couple of months. Our electric is about to be turned off, I've had to take out loans from my boss and a cash advance place, and he's trying to put out a cd. Don't get me wrong, I love that he has a hobby he enjoys, but the band is never going to be big. They're never going to be signed and have a national tour. They play local bars once every couple of months. The only people who come ot their shows are our friends.

He's not very good with my daughter either. He has no patience with her and doesn't take the time to do much with her. A couple weeks ago I tried getting the three of us together to play a couple board games. It took time away from his video game playing and he acted like it was a huge chore. I've brought up several times that I'm looking for a 2nd job, that I'm tired of borrowing money from people, and all he says is "do what you have to do". Not "hey, let ME go look for a 2nd job. Let ME ask my parents for money." It's bullshit. We owe my mom a load of money and can't even afford to pay her back. Because of our issues handling money, she's going broke. I feel like shit about it. On nights where I may be at work later, or have something going on like a migraine or my arthritis is bothering me, you think he could cook dinner? No, his idea of taking care of dinner is getting something frozen from the store for me to pop in the oven or getting fast food.

I've talked and talked to him about it to no avail. We've only been married since May, but even then I was debating whether or not I was making the right choice. But Mom had bought my dress, the families were excited for us and I just couldn't NOT go through with it. Now, part of me seriously regrets my decision. Like I said, I love him, but I don't think he's the right mate for me.

Then there's the subject of children. As far as I'm concerned, my family is complete. I honestly don't want any more kids. The idea sounds nice at times. I would like to have a pregnancy I can enjoy without being told to get rid of it. I'd like to have happy feelings when I have a baby kicking inside of me...but that's about it. I don't want the 2am feedings. I don't want another person totally dependant on me for their every need. I don't want to have to share the love I have for my daughter with another child. It sounds selfish, I know. But Josh wants a son at some point, and I've mentioned to him light-heartedly that I'm not sure, but he just tells me to see how we feel when the time is right. It's not fair to him if I don't want one.

But, I can't afford the rent on this house by myself. There isn't any cheaper housing around us except for the ghetto apartments we moved out of. If I moved in with Mom, I wouldn't even be much help to her because she needs 200 dollars more a month than we pay here. I'm tired of living in debt and constantly hearing "we'll just pay what we can pay when we can pay it". A big, huge part of me seiously wishes I hadn't done it. We don't do anything together. He isn't very romantic. I feel like I am taking care of 2 kids a lot of the time. I mention that I want to cancel my game subscription that we play together, and he tells me not to because it's the one thing he enjoys us doing together.

Sometimes, I just want to not come home to this place after work. Sometimes, I think about picking up my daughter after school and just going to Mom's and not coming home. Calling him and telling him it's over, to find a place to go. I know it will hurt him, but in the end, drawing this out when it's so obviously not working, and I'm not happy, and my daughter isn't happy, who am I hurting more by continuing this?

Blah

Wed, 09 Sep 2009 10:46:23 GMT

I'm seriously to the point where I hate my job. I'm not really sure why though. I think it's the part where my right knee is totally messed up from arthritis plus years of running on a concrete floor.

It doesn't matter how hard you work there, they don't recognize you for it. Everyone gets the same piddly raise every year. Except now, things have changed. The owner's oldest daughter has taken over the business, so things have gotten more beurocratic. You get written up for just about anything. More people have gotten fired in the past year since she took over than in the whole 15 years I've been there.

Bonuses at Christmas are a joke. You're lucky if you get $100.00. Last year they messed up and we all got around a grand, but they turned around and took it away from us. I've had to change my hours due to Elizabeth starting school, and I catch crap for it because I don't have a sitter for when she's sick and whatnot. I'm trying to save money not paying for daycare, but get told "we've all had to do it". Yet I know one person who can come in when she feels like it and doesn't get anything said to her.

I'm 28 years old, but because I've been there since I was a teenager, a lot of people still treat me like a kid and I have absolutely no respect. If I take some initiative and try to do something on my own, or offer up an opinion, I get shot down or yelled at. My supervisor has this knack for making me feel about 1 inch tall whenever I make a mistake because she screams at me in front of everyone.

So, I've made a decision. I'm going to be posting an ad up on Craigslist and in the local paper. If I can get enough kids, I'm going to quit my job and babysit full time. I'm getting CPR certified, calling the IRS to see what I have to do tax-wise and calling Job and Family Services to see what I need to do to be able to work with people who use Title 20. That way my little one has someone to play with on a regular basis, I'm here for her in the summer and I'm my own boss. I've been feeling the pull in this direction for quite some time now.

On another, totally unrelated note: I really do hate it when people stop talking to me for no reason. It's rather impolite and hurtful to not respond to texts, emails and other forms of communication. If someone is going to stop talking to me, I feel that I am at least owed an explanation as to why this is happening. As far as I know, I've done nothing to this person to warrent this type of treatment.

Ask and you shall recieve

Thu, 20 Aug 2009 09:40:10 GMT

I got a nudge, which means my adoring fans miss reading my ramblings! ;p j/k

Anyway, a little update on where life is I guess. Finally getting our financial stuff straightened out. I was actually able to pay all the bills this week. That fills me with a huge sense of satisfaction! Things are turning around. We've been doing better about or spending for the most part. We splurge on things here and there, but we aren't going to the extreme of eating fast food all the time like we were.

Elizabeth starts 1st grad on Monday. That makes me feel so old! She keeps growing, and I pretty sure that by the time she's 10, she'll be taller than me. The kid is 6 and is over 4 feet tall already. I'm changing my work hours so that I can take her to school and pick her up. No reason for her to be latchkey or to pay for daycare when I have a job that will let me be there for my family. My parents were always there for me before and after school, I intend to be there for her to help with homework and listen to her about what's going on in life.

Still no more babies. I know it will come with time, but it's getting a little frustrating. I want to have one more for Josh. After that I'm done I think. So I pretty much so just want to get it done with. Most of the time I feel like my family is complete the way it is, but he does deserve to have his own progeny, and I have to admit that I am interested in seeing what kind of little person we'd make.

10 days until the 2nd anniversary of Dad's death. I'm handling it fairly well. I found my brother's kids on Facebook and they ignored me. I just wonder what my brother and his wife told them about my mom and me to make them hate us so much. I used to love those kids.

Anyway, time to get ready for work!

No cable and other ramblings

Wed, 22 Jul 2009 02:41:15 GMT

so we haven`t had cable for about a month. No big deal really, just a testament to how we handle our bills i guess. We gave up on the baby idea for now. He thinks it`s because we cant afford it, but really i don`t want another. Not sure we can anyway. Bah. Want to do more but this blogging on phone not working too well. Later!

Neda...

Fri, 26 Jun 2009 19:11:45 GMT

Just for my own curiosity, I watched the video. I shouldn't have, because it made me sick. Sicker still were some of the comments left below, those who say she died for stupidity. Those who say that these clerics are all knowing and supreme.

I've never been much into politics. But how can we, whose nation was founded on the blood of revolution, keep our backs turned while these people thirst for change? How can our president continue spouting his rhetoric about how they need to sort this out for themselves? It doesn't make sense at all. The Iranian people are oppressed. They voted in a false election for someone who doesn't even rule the country. In every publication I've read, it says that the Ayatolla is the supreme leader, not the president. Why can't we take these bastards out?

Fri, 19 Jun 2009 01:14:54 GMT

If there is one person or more on your friends list who makes your world a better place just because they exist and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the internet, then post this same sentence in your journal.

too many questions left unanswered

Sun, 31 May 2009 03:05:26 GMT

Most people know my dad died about two years ago. A lot of people don't know he wasn't my biological father. I found out when I was about 7 years old or so. Mom had been going through a divorce, met a guy, and poof there I was. She'd met my dad, they were going to get married, so mom and Bill (the guy that helped create me) decided it would be better if he weren't around. So, my dad adopted me, gave me his name and whatnot.

Through the years, I've toyed with the idea of meeting Bill. I always wondered if I was anything like him or his other children. He had 3 other girls and a son. I called his house once when I was 15, but chickened out and hung up the phone. I was going to call him before the wedding, but was afraid of barging in on his life.

Now I can't call him. He died yesterday. There's way too many questions I had for him that I'll never get answered. I'll never have the chance to get to know him now, and it sucks. His showing is on Monday and I'm going. He and mom had kept in contact over the years, and he really did care about me, so I'll go. See if his other kids ever knew anything about me and whatnot.

A sigh of relief

Fri, 15 May 2009 22:30:06 GMT

It feels so good now that the wedding is over. I didn't realize how much I'd actually been stressing over it. I feel like a whole new person now, a lot more calm. We can finally focus on what's important now that the hoopla is out of the way. Had a pretty good honeymoon too. Josh got us a nice hotel room Downtown close to a lot of things we'd wanted to see. He had a bottle of champagne, roses and the whole nine yards waiting for me. Perfect wedding night!

We went to the zoo on Sunday, I got a lot of good pics. All the animals were sleeping, but it was cool enough that they were outside sleeping, so I managed to get some adorable pictures I'll have to get up sometime soon. Monday we came home. We'd planned on going to the art museum, but apparently they're closed on Mondays, so we'll try again another time. Tuesday night, his dad got us a cabin the Hocking Hills by Old Man's Cave. Oh my god it was breathtaking. I'm not a horribly religious person, but being out in the middle of the woods under the stars is the perfect religious experience for me. The cabin had an outdoor hot tub, and there wasn't anyone around to bother us, so after the sun went down, we made a fire and for the first time ever, I got to feel night air on my bare skin. It was so relaxing to lean back in the hot tub and watch the stars through the trees. I don't think I'll ever forget it, and we're going to try to go back at least one night a month if we can. It's the perfect place to go if you need to hit the "reset" button on life and put everything into perspective. Wednesday, we went to Old Man's Cave. Look it up. The waterfalls and everything are absolutely breathtaking. I got some pictures of the place, but they don't do it justice at all. It's a hike, not just a nature walk. I would have liked to have stayed longer, but I messed my knee up the other day pretty bad, and walking and I aren't getting along too great right now.

Tonight, we're having all of our friends over for a honeymoon wrap up party. Just feeding everyone and getting them drunk, thanking them for their help with the wedding and whatnot. The wedding, while beautiful and a great symbol, wasn't that important. The important thing is from here on out, our actual marriage. For all my bitching about Josh, I can't see me spending the rest of my life with anyone else. You take the pros, you take the cons, you mix them up. Now, wipe away those cons, flaws, whatever you may call them. Yup, I'd miss them if they were gone. Besides, you can't have all good times. Doesn't matter what the relationship is, if it's all silver clouds and bunny rabbits all the time, it'd get awefully boring!!!

Holy shit

Fri, 08 May 2009 01:34:58 GMT

I'm seriously getting married on Saturday. Kindof really hard to believe when I think about it. Honestly, 3 years ago when we met, I never thought he'd be the one I'd marry. Funny how Fate intervenes sometimes, isn't it.

I've tried and tried to cheat fate. Seriously. Hasn't worked out very well to be honest. I felt my heart going one way, but then things happened and I ended up going another way...and that pertains to pretty much so everything in my life. In love, I always thought I'd wind up with someone else. I could almost envision being with someone else into old age. But, things happened, and that didn't go as I'd planned. My chosen career was music. Once again, things happened, and now I see myself being a sign language interpreter at some point.

Someone asked me a while back if I really was happy. The answer is yes. I am happy. Josh is good to me, fun to be around, and we've got real solid plans for our future. Do I sometimes with things were somewhat different? Yes. A part of me will always and forever be someplace else, dreaming and wishing things weren't they way they are. I will forever have the "What-ifs" coursing through my soul. But I can't do anything about them.

Dad used to always tell me to expect the worst, but hope for the best. That's what I do. I expect that I'll never see someone very dear to me again. I hope that one day I will, that I can hold them and tell them how much I love them. Realistically, it will probably never happen. But that's what dreams are for, why we have wishes. Occasionally, I see them in a dream. For a moment, I can touch them and hold them. Sometimes it breaks my heart. But, life is what it is. I'll be Josh's wife in a matter of hours. I look forward to the future, but I'll always have a fond look to the past with hopeful glances toward the future, whatever it may hold. I'll never burn my bridges, I'll always be here for those who are dear to me.

8 days down

Fri, 01 May 2009 10:06:10 GMT

Eight days until the "big day". Am I nervous? No. We've been living together for what, 3 years now? Still learning new things about each other, and things seem to get better with age. I'm nervous about the ceremony. I'm afraid I'll mess something up, or trip as I'm walking down the aisle in my high heels, or spill something on my dress at the reception. I'm a little sad about changing my name. But it's a new beginning, and new beginnings are to be hailed.

I never thought I'd ever actually get married. There's still a part of me that sometimes doesn't think it's real. But it is, and I'm thankful. I love him so much. We have our issues, but you'll have problems with anyone you're around constantly. We'll have ups and downs, but the ups so much outweigh the downs. If you don't have bad times, how can you appreciate the good times?

I wish I could put into words all the good he's done for me. He's the only one who was capable of helping be able to be who I'm supposed to be. I don't have to pretend with him. There was a hole in my heart when I met him. It was dark and nasty and growing. But I handed him the duct tape and glue and he fixed it.

Sometimes I still look back and wonder if things could have been different for me. I know they could have, but would they have been good? There's no way of knowing. I do have regrets about my past, but if it weren't for the things that happened in the past, I wouldn't be who I am today. I wouldn't have those important lessons to live by, and I'd take everything I have for granted.

And...today would have been Mom and Dad's anniversary. They would have been married for 27 years. I miss you dad. I hope you're watching me next Saturday and that you're there with me when I say my vows. I'll try to remember the things you taught me and keep them in my heart. I'll try to be as good of a person as you thought I could be. I'm sorry our family fell apart after you left, I wish things could have been different. I miss my brother and the good times we had, but he made his decision and I can't change his mind.

Oona or any other cat people, I have a question

Wed, 29 Apr 2009 00:31:14 GMT

You guys have seen me talk about my cats, I'm sure. Well, Tubby, the oldest is <i>my</i> boy. He only wants me to hold him, love him and what not. He crawls into bed with me, only purrs for me and is just sweet. So here's my problem. I know that un-neutered cats can have marking issues. I understand that, I accept that. We keep the litter box clean, he doesn't seem to be sick or anything. So why on god's green earth does he get into <i>my</i> clothes and mine alone and mark them up? He doesn't piss on the bed, on Josh's things or anywhere else, just on any clothes I happen leave lying around. There's no pattern to it, I'll just go to get the dirty clothes to take downstairs, and I'll get a noseful. Halp!?

SWEET ASS!

Fri, 24 Apr 2009 20:28:51 GMT

My friend Josh (not MY Josh) got out of jail and he'll be at the wedding! They just called to surprise me with the news! He's going to Josh's concert tonight and I'm the only one who knows! *does a lil dance*

Bah

Fri, 24 Apr 2009 10:17:01 GMT

Foot in mouth disease?  I haz it. I just can't stand it though when I say something in jest and people take me freaking seriously then stop talking to me and ignore my attempts to smooth things over. Yesterday was just a shit day all around. My car got repossessed in February, it got sold in auction, so now i'm working with the collection agency to repay the money. These people are calling me 3 and 4 times a day, and I'm trying to figure out how to pull about 1200 dollars out of my ass.

That combined with finishing planning this wedding is stressing me out. I ended up with a killer headache yesterday.

Icing on the cake was this:  I wanted to try to see a friend I haven't seen since last year. Their significant other didn't want me to visit. Fine. I was disappointed and sent them a text message saying "can't you tell them pretty please". This illicited a responce of something along the lines of bringing up a sore subject and making it worse. I agreed, and just told them I was disappointed. But after that point, friend quit responding to my texts, wouldn't reply to emails or anything. So now I'm assuming they're mad at me and are currently not speaking to me.

Not what I'd had in mind. I tried to apologise several times, but now they're ignoring me. I'd hoped to be able to go over for a visit and maybe just maybe get away from the stress and stuff for a little while, that's all. Not throw a monkey wrench in relationships or say something to piss them off, so now I'm stuck with a pissed off friend who isn't talking to me and me feeling like shit about saying something stupid. I give up. I can't make everyone around me happy, although I try. I'd wanted to try to make this person feel better about things they had going bad in their life, but just managed to make things worse. I wasn't mad about not being able to go over, but now I'm mad because they seem to not be speaking to me. Ok, not mad, hurt. Maybe I'm percieving it all wrong and something happened and I'm just a paranoid person who blows things out of proportion, but I just wish I could apologise and make things right is all.

Best guy evar

Tue, 21 Apr 2009 10:02:03 GMT

He came in last night with a pretty red rose and a deadly chocolate cake and a card that made me cry! They both sang Happy Birthday to me and life was good! Not to mention he gave me quite possibly the best birthday lovins ever! All I can say is "Ommfg, I didn't know you could do that!" My co-workers surprised me with a wonderful chocolate cake too, and they're taking me out to lunch tomorrow. Mom's taking me out to dinner tomorrow too. I feel like I'm walking on cloud 9 right now.

Life is going a little too good right now. I'm waiting for the crash and burn as is generally happens when things start going well for me. I gots lots of love and that makes me happy. Josh's bachelor party is this weekend, and I'm hoping I can get out and go to another party the same night, providing my mom will babysit. I asked her about it last week and she told me that it's Josh's night to have fun, not mine. I'm planning on staying over there Saturday, but if I can talk her into babysitting, I'm going out to have a good time and meet some new people. I so need to get over this goddamn agoraphobia.

That sucks. Almost every time I make plans with friends, I cancel them because I worry about the people who will be there, whether I know them or not. I wonder how I'll be percieved, if I'll have fun, if they'll like me. Half the time I just don't want to leave my house. I'm working on fixing that. Called an invited myself over to a friend's house over the weekend. We sat around and watched movies all night, was a great girl's night.

All in all, I've had a great past few days. I <3 life.

"Judge not..."

Tue, 21 Apr 2009 01:28:31 GMT

"...lest ye be judged yourself."

Perfect words to live by, yet very few people follow this tenet. Too many people poke their noses in where they aren't wanted, offering up words of advice where none were asked for. "If I were you..." too often I hear that combination of words and it sickens me.

Who is society to dictate how I live my life? Who is society to tell me who I may love and who I may not? Who is this "they" I hear about on a constant basis telling me that my decisions are wrong, my feelings are unwarranted and that I must suppress them?

The truth is...the truth will never be known until the last day when we are all gone and looking back at what is left behind. We will look at the world we lived in and ask ourselves "was it worth it?".

I tell you this: When I am old and laying in my death bed, I will indeed look back on my life and say "Yes, it was worth it". I lived my life the way I wanted to, not as I was told to. I will love who I want to love, live how I want to live and do as I see fit to make my happiness a priority. Without happy people, how can we live in a good world? If what we do is supposed to be bad, then why doesn't it feel that way?

Sun, 12 Apr 2009 12:49:26 GMT

Happy Easter Everyone!

28 days and counting

Fri, 10 Apr 2009 11:32:49 GMT

Yeap, 28 days til I get married. I honestly never thought it would happen. Had such a string of bad luck with men, that I never expected to find someone I'd actually want to spend the rest of my life with, or who could tolerate me for the same. It almost didn't happen. I was so close to leaving at one point. But when someone has faults of flaws, you have to look at them and ask yourself "would I miss those flaws if they were gone?" and the answer for me is yes. So he doesn't do absolutely everything around the house, but that's why there's 2 of us in this together. He may not buy me jewelery or expensive gifts, but at least once a week I get to look forward to my favorite candy bar waiting for me after a long stressful day.

He called his mom last night, so I guess things are reconciled there. So long as she doesn't show her ass at the wedding, I'll be fine. The first time she even looks like she's going to get an attitude about anything, I'll have her thrown out. I can't stand her, but I don't have a choice, she's still his mother. I'll be damned if Elizabeth ever stays the night with her again. She's too volitile and unpredictable. I have no idea of knowing what she'd do to my daughter if she did something bad. She's tried to take over too many things in Josh and his brother's lives, she's going to learn that I'm the one that rules this roost, not her. Josh is with me on this, so he knows the next time she pulls any shit with me, she's getting an earful. I honestly think it was wrong for him to call her. I mailed out her invitation for the wedding, I think he should have waited for her to call. She owes us a huge apology for what she did, and I'm loathe to speak to her until I hear one. That's twice she's fucked with me, the last time was at one of Josh's shows and she nearly ran me over in her car because she was drunk and pissed off at her boyfriend. I didn't get an apology then either. I deserve respect and I'll have it damnit.

argheth

Sun, 05 Apr 2009 11:59:07 GMT

Being a girl totally sucks. I'm uncomfortable, hurting, bitchy and pissy. Yuk.

In other news, I made a Twitter account just to see what it's all about. I don't get it. Don't know how to use it. I thought I could find some sort of Melo thing on there, can't figure out what's going on there. I have 1 follower :( hence I'm not that interesting lol. It is kindof interesting to read what some famous ppl like Trent Reznor and Dave Navarro have to say. Especially to each other. But, I'm just not finding it that useful. eh, I'mjust not that connected I guess.

<3 ASL

Sat, 04 Apr 2009 10:18:47 GMT

I went to an ASL social last night. there's a little bar and grill on the other side of town, where the first Friday of every month the Deaf community and local ASL students and teachers get together. It was an awesome experience. Everyone was so welcoming and helpful. I am so stoked to sign!

Busy busy!

Mon, 30 Mar 2009 09:41:34 GMT

Spring quarter starts tomorrow. I'm taking ASL 1 and pre-algebra. I have to be at campus from about 1 in the afternoon until 6:30 at night Tuesday and Thursday. So, I took this weekend to try to clean up the house and catch up on a few things. The wedding gets ever closer with bridal showers and bachelor(ette) parties scheduled. We just need to dig up some cash for a few things and it's all settled. Personally, I would have rather things been a lot smaller, but somehow, we're managing to pull everything off. I gotta take mom for her colonoscopy today, yuk. But it has to be done. Anyway, I'd better get going.

Writer's Block: Things You Don't Want to Know

Mon, 23 Mar 2009 22:26:18 GMT

If you knew that a friend's significant other was cheating on him or her, would you tell your friend the truth or keep it to yourself?

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I'm doing this because I've never seen anyone actually answer one of these. First time for everything! Yeah I definitely would. It's morally correct. Besides, I know that if I were to cheat, and they found out about it, any of Josh's friends would tell him. If he cheated on me, they'd tell me. I wuf my boys.