well its been a lovely semester so far. I rather enjoy creative nonfiction and craftons classes seem to go by rather quickly. It seems like Im getting back into the hang of things. Now if I could just eat less meat and exercise more...my feet seem to smell terrible )= its l e sad. I just pulled something in my shoulder and it hurts like a bitch. How wretched. And Im blogging from my phone going down the road. Excitement!
Kelli's here. Second day. Baby cries and I long for space <3. I'm GOING to make it.
I saw mom for the first time in a few days today. She looks terrible. Her face was red and her eyes were blood shot. She kept talking about riding motorcycles and asking me where I was. She saw grandma (great-gma) today. It feels as though the time is nearing, but it's felt that way before.
I did read some blogs and drink some wine today.
I've a pap smear tm and court. I'm not looking forward to either, but at least I can get some birth control. Thank God. I hate my period. <3
Kelli is putting the baby to sleep && they are going to be coming to stay with us at home due to some complications and lack of people's ability to tell the truth. But whatever. I guess at least that way--I'll be able to spend time at home. :D
Of course, Gabriel won't fall asleep.
Umm, I officially swear off guys for another long while. <3 If I get to bed by 11, I'll have my 8 hours of sleep. I used antibacterial soap to wash makeup off my eyes--TERRIBLE idea. lol. I've fallen in love with Dr. Wicked's Write or Die lab. No one can stop me. <3 I'm no where near where I need to be writing wise or in Wicked. Le sigh. I'll get there though. I'll do it, I promise.
You're as cold as ice. You're willing to sacrifice our love. :D Kelli is randomly singing songs. I wanna punch her in the ovaries. lol. XD
So I hadn't had ANY time to myself for over two weeks. I mean, seriously--even when I sleep, I get woke up by screaming Gabriel (Who I still love) or drunken/high idiots. I'm always at work, Kelli's, or my mom's. Last night I fuckin' had it. I just left--I didn't tell anyone bye. My dad called me 20 times and Kelli called me twice. My grandmother called once. I went to Andrea. It shows who matters, right? Trace claims he called me back....and I care about Trace, but don't believe a fucking word he says anymore. Moving on, I was pretty shocked Eric actually replied to my request, but f course--we didn't get to hang out either. I guess it's okay because a lot of it is the fact I haven't had any time to myself. I quit taking my pills last week. >.< And my mom was talking to me yesterday and I just started crying. I know I cry like all the time and it's pretty damn annoying. It's just mom, Krista, Kelli/Gabriel, and work is kicking my ass. So today I devouted time to me :) I took a list of my favorite things and did them.
Bike ride: ended in a flat tire. I jogged for thirty-forty minutes and ended up at a park in a swing. I went to the swing and I soared. I listened to music. I drink chai. <3 I petted my babies, who I desperately miss lately. I watched a few cartoons. I cleaned my room. I wrote some in my story and sent Eric a fb msg to ask for more info. I'm so crossing my fingers he understands this. I took TWO showers today. <3 I had dino nuggets. lol. I left people happy/I adore you wall posts, photo comments, myspace comments, etc. I texted Barbie. She makes me happy. Extremely happy. :) And now I'm going to read Wicked some more until I fall asleep (Yeah I know I should be done by now--if you don't understand, you can suck my balls). I was going to write until 12 but this shit is so complicated. I read somewhere that people who write novels usually write in 15 minute intervals anyway.
I need to start working on my submissions for the Ecclectic. Ugh. Deadline will be here before I know it.
What a somehow intriguing emo title. Anyway, today I went back to work for the first time in a week. And I loved* it. :) I registered for classes. I worked on notes/edits for my story for over an hour, or at least nearly an hour. I think if I stick with it, I'll actually have something worth reading--FINALLY. I've a lot to say hence why you should read my scars. I've blogged twice today. :) And I think I'm liking blogger better--even though no one reads that shit. At least I know I did something so to speak. <3 I hope I've the motivation to get up early and go jog tm. I doubt I will. Even when Fuzzy wakes me up @ 5:30, I kick him and roll back over. Not kick really--this morning I threw tootsie rolls at him until he left me alone. :) I do love him though. He's precious.
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