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(no subject) [Aug. 10th, 2030|02:41 pm]
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(no subject) [Jul. 2nd, 2011|10:39 pm]
I hope to be happy again someday...

(no subject) [Mar. 10th, 2011|03:55 pm]
Yep. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna post.
This feels so strange.
I used to blog at least once a day. About anything and everything.
Now that I've gone without it for so long
I feel like I've lost part of myself.
Seems sort of lame to say, 'cause I know it's just a blog,
but it's how I used to gather my thoughts at the end of the day.
I feel like reflecting and commenting on my own daily happenings
really allowed myself to be chill. Venting does that, y'know?
And I mean, I would share just about anything.
Now I feel like a closed book. Sometimes I don't
even know my own thoughts.
With that said, so so so so so much has happened
since the last time I posted.
A lot of things have changed. I've changed.
I'm not sure if it's for the better or worse. Soon I will find out, I hope.
But my life currently consists of taking
four classes Monday through Thursday,
and working at Pet Food Center Friday through Sunday.
It's not bad. I mean, I can't complain.
I make just enough money to get by,
with my parents help. I failed last semester due to lack of attendance,
but this semester I'm all A's and all ears. Back to my roots.
I'm also currently living in a really shitty apartment
and searching for a new one.
There are two apartments in Owensboro I really have the hots for,
one in which I probably can't afford. The other is occupied.
Finding a place is hard. I don't want to live in another crummy apartment complex.
I've been searching odd places for cute apartments in big, cute buildings.
I also have to make sure pets are allowed. I miss my kitty, Sushi.
He's currently residing at my parents' house.
I never thought I'd see a cat running around in their house.
I also never in a million years thought
my mom would not only tolerate a cat
but like a cat. I mean, a lot. He even sleeps with them sometimes.
But I want him back.
Oh, and my job has gotten a lot better.
With Tarren, Brooke, and Brittany there,
work really is cake. And enjoyable. But I guess cake is enjoyable.
Aside from being a cashier and having
a crappy manager and district manager,
the place is great. Or, the animals are, anyway.
The district manager, by the way, says my hair
is "unacceptable for the work environment." Really?
It's reddish-brown with blonde highlights.
Seriously. I (sort of) understand my nose ring being a bother, I mean,
from an older Catholic man's perspective, but my hair? Nu uh, honey.
Anyway. So after this semester I have one more left
to obtain an Associate's thanks to failing last semester.
So I suppose I'll stay here in Owensboro one more year
and then start working towards my Bachelor's Degree
somewhere (probably Louisville) in the Fall of 2012.
If the world doesn't end, that is.

(no subject) [Mar. 17th, 2010|11:32 am]

Am I gone for good?
Probably not.
I like to maintain as many social networking/blog sites
as inhumanly possible.
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(no subject) [Mar. 7th, 2010|11:50 am]
I'd like to post more often,
like I used to.

You see, I'm kind of high on life lately.
I don't know what it is.
But I'll be home (home home) in four days,
and that just tickles my fancy.
Most people, when they become "independent
college students", like to stay as far away
from home (home home) as possible.
I don't get it.
Maybe I'm just too spoiled. Over appreciative?
What can I say? I love my parents and our
wooden house.
And awaits me is a room so incredible.
Somethin' about it. It's my favorite place in the
World to be.
This Spring teaser is squeezin' my stomach.
I'm already planning my whole Spring, practically.
I can already taste those roasted Veggie dogs (to die for,
I'm not even kidding), I can feel my bike underneath me.
Can feel the Spring breeze brushing my
bare legs, see the stars above my house so vividly (seriously,
if you ever want to see Leo the lion or the twins holding hands,
come to my house).

I feel so youthful.
I don't. ever. want. to. grow up. Ever.

My Spring break will consist of:
veggie wiener roasting,
'mallow eating,
animal petting,
piano playing,
parent bonding,
picture taking,
canvas painting,
brother visiting,
flea marketing,
bike riding,
park walking,
crafty pancing,
music recording,
Bowling Greening,

I just wish I had more than nine and a half days.

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(no subject) [Mar. 7th, 2010|01:03 am]
When boredom strikes.
And when your face ain't worth showin'.

My eyes can dimly see

The fragile keep secrets, gathered in pockets
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(no subject) [Mar. 7th, 2010|12:59 am]
I guess this is epic.

Lie La Lie

I'll get to the level I was on
before I dropped everything.
Sooner or later. Sooner, the better.
But it's whatever.
I know it's not anything
refrigerator-worthy, but
I'm just glad I picked up a paintbrush.
It's a start. Of a new beginning.
Or, perhaps, an old one.
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(no subject) [Mar. 5th, 2010|01:03 pm]
I wish I had what it takes to be a veterinarian.
I just don't have enough confidence in myself.
Don't feel I'm smart enough, or driven enough.
I mean, I love animals so much,
quite possibly more than most humans.
It's the schooling that's throwing me off.
What am I going to do with my life?

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(no subject) [Mar. 3rd, 2010|04:45 pm]
I am meant to live alone.
I just am.

(no subject) [Mar. 2nd, 2010|06:06 pm]
I could go into a massive spill
about everything,
speak in metaphors so only some people
know (or assume they know) what I'm talking about.
I could be angry, I could be sad, I could be
the happiest girl in the world.
Some will know, some will not.

What I can only hope (and can quite heavily rely on)
is that you will see.
And you will.
Sure, the cover appeals to you. Most covers are
designed to please the eye, make you want more.
But once you open that book, you'll know.
And it's a book you don't want to read.
An overrated, quickly written, short, terrible book.

Oops, I metaphored again.
And I don't even care that 'metaphored' is not a word.
It's my word. And I metaphored.

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