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i fucking hate my life.
conversation of the evening
J::: I don't think I'm going to watch hero's tonight
B:::...but it's your favorite show...
J::: Yeah, i know but ******and I were talking, and she doesn't get to watch it on mondays, so I think I'll just wait until fridays so we can watch it together
B:::so just watch it on monday and she can tape it and watch it in between classes or something
J::: No. it's tradition that we watch it together
B:::But it's your favorite show...like, you get mad if you can't watch it.
J::: yes, but it's tradition.
B::: but then how are we supposed to make plan for a friday night?
J::: they'll just have to wait, Heros is only an our long
well pardon me, your highness. god forbid a couple want to spend time together doing something fun on a weekend. my bad
This is the same girl who i've found at my house when i come home from class, and the same one he stays up talking to online until 3am.
example two:
5:00pm
B::: hey babe, wanna go to 2dollartuesday after i get back from class?
J::: yeah that sounds good, call me on your way home
B:::okay. love you bye.
8:15- Calling from my car
B:::hey babe, grab your shoes, i'll be right there
J::: for what?
B:::2dollartuesdays!
J:::oh....welll
B:::what?
J:::********* is here. and we're watching a movie
B::: but you said you wanted to go to 2DT...
J::: oh well, ********is here....can we go another time?
Oh. pardon me. I shouldn't have to walk into my own house and see my boyfriend and some other chick on the couch. and this is no small couch. easily, EASILY fits 3-4 people. but no, they found it most comfortable to be nearly sitting on top of each other.
iJIJKFDJFDSAFJDjskdjs.
ugh.
and obviously ********** is said girls name because i don't feel like being a bitch and naming names.
B:::...but it's your favorite show...
J::: Yeah, i know but ******and I were talking, and she doesn't get to watch it on mondays, so I think I'll just wait until fridays so we can watch it together
B:::so just watch it on monday and she can tape it and watch it in between classes or something
J::: No. it's tradition that we watch it together
B:::But it's your favorite show...like, you get mad if you can't watch it.
J::: yes, but it's tradition.
B::: but then how are we supposed to make plan for a friday night?
J::: they'll just have to wait, Heros is only an our long
well pardon me, your highness. god forbid a couple want to spend time together doing something fun on a weekend. my bad
This is the same girl who i've found at my house when i come home from class, and the same one he stays up talking to online until 3am.
example two:
5:00pm
B::: hey babe, wanna go to 2dollartuesday after i get back from class?
J::: yeah that sounds good, call me on your way home
B:::okay. love you bye.
8:15- Calling from my car
B:::hey babe, grab your shoes, i'll be right there
J::: for what?
B:::2dollartuesdays!
J:::oh....welll
B:::what?
J:::********* is here. and we're watching a movie
B::: but you said you wanted to go to 2DT...
J::: oh well, ********is here....can we go another time?
Oh. pardon me. I shouldn't have to walk into my own house and see my boyfriend and some other chick on the couch. and this is no small couch. easily, EASILY fits 3-4 people. but no, they found it most comfortable to be nearly sitting on top of each other.
iJIJKFDJFDSAFJDjskdjs.
ugh.
and obviously ********** is said girls name because i don't feel like being a bitch and naming names.
Rawr
So I've got some big changes, chances and possibly life-altering decisions ahead of me. Some are not so big, but still a change.
Coming up:
Going back to school
Still adjusting to apartment life
I have a job interview today for a ritzy jewelry shop---think 14,000 dollar custom diamond rings.
Debating auditioning for brighton beach. Yes, i know. I was in that last feb. Well, a local theater company is doing it again. Auditions are almost a year to the date from opening night of BBM here at JSC.
Debating something that I might do. It's sort of private, I mean, if I go through with it, it certainly won't be private, but my decision is...we'll see.
So I've learned I'm a homebody. I like being home. Don't know why...I like entertaining and having friends over for dinner and drinks. It's a good time.
Wish me luck in my interview today. Hopefully 10 years of pageant training and hardcore mock interviews will come in handy.
Coming up:
Going back to school
Still adjusting to apartment life
I have a job interview today for a ritzy jewelry shop---think 14,000 dollar custom diamond rings.
Debating auditioning for brighton beach. Yes, i know. I was in that last feb. Well, a local theater company is doing it again. Auditions are almost a year to the date from opening night of BBM here at JSC.
Debating something that I might do. It's sort of private, I mean, if I go through with it, it certainly won't be private, but my decision is...we'll see.
So I've learned I'm a homebody. I like being home. Don't know why...I like entertaining and having friends over for dinner and drinks. It's a good time.
Wish me luck in my interview today. Hopefully 10 years of pageant training and hardcore mock interviews will come in handy.
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So. the past few days have been interesting. Not bad interesting, just interesting...
Josh and I are approaching our 2 year anniversary, and with that comes talks of our future. We're getting an apartment this summer/fall, and before we do that we want to be engaged. In my mind, there is nothing wrong with a lengthy engagement. We've been talking about making it official for a while. The ring, asking my dad, proposing, all that jazz. I mean, I know we'll get married one day. But sometimes I second guess myself. The words "what happens if things get rough" actually went through my mind. Okay, if you know me, you know my history with parents, and parents breaking up or leaving because "things got rough".
I am in no way doubting my love, more doubting my ability to handle certain situations. I mean, things change, I'm not stupid. I know that love is not always pretty and perfect as much as I would truly like it to be. Why is it that couples just break up if they are less than thrilled with each other. Like I am always completely head over heels happy and in love...no. I always love him. always...but there are, of course, times when i'd like to smack him. I honestly am questioning the divorce/lasting marriage rates. It's pathetic. Why do people give up so easily on love? Anything worth having is worth fighting for. Duh.
Heaven knows some of these last 2 years have been proof that I am not going down without a fight.
Wish us luck on our lifelong journey.
Josh and I are approaching our 2 year anniversary, and with that comes talks of our future. We're getting an apartment this summer/fall, and before we do that we want to be engaged. In my mind, there is nothing wrong with a lengthy engagement. We've been talking about making it official for a while. The ring, asking my dad, proposing, all that jazz. I mean, I know we'll get married one day. But sometimes I second guess myself. The words "what happens if things get rough" actually went through my mind. Okay, if you know me, you know my history with parents, and parents breaking up or leaving because "things got rough".
I am in no way doubting my love, more doubting my ability to handle certain situations. I mean, things change, I'm not stupid. I know that love is not always pretty and perfect as much as I would truly like it to be. Why is it that couples just break up if they are less than thrilled with each other. Like I am always completely head over heels happy and in love...no. I always love him. always...but there are, of course, times when i'd like to smack him. I honestly am questioning the divorce/lasting marriage rates. It's pathetic. Why do people give up so easily on love? Anything worth having is worth fighting for. Duh.
Heaven knows some of these last 2 years have been proof that I am not going down without a fight.
Wish us luck on our lifelong journey.
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Bonjour!
Does anyone actually update these things anymore? I sure as hell have forgotten about this little blog. So what's new? Not much. 3rd year of college comes with shitty upper level classes that suck major, major balls. I'm now a double major. Journalism and Theater. Yep....I love theater and I love to write, and I hate the idea of living in a box so maybe with two majors I'll have a real job.
Josh and I signed up for our appartment for next fall, maybe the summer if we're lucky. I told him I wasn't going to sign a lease with him unless there is a ring on my hand. And by hand, I mean the left one. next to the pinky. It doesn't have to be big or expensive, but he does have to pop the question, and get dad's blessing. Both Josh and my Dad are pretty traditional, so I think the fact that he's actutally asking my dad will make my dad like him even more than he already does.
I'm sitting here in an old teeshirt that quite possibly belonged to an ex boyfriend, josh's sweatpants, while watching TLC and all the while trying to procrastinate. Or not to. I have to do a theater critique for As You Like It. I was totally entertained, but i sort of forgot most of what I thought. It was about 10 days ago. So yeah...it's tough to recall what I had for breakfast two days ago, let alone what I thought about the set design of a show that I saw almost 2 weeks ago.
I'm bored. I go back to school on Sunday. Dance mostly all day, then back to the daily grind. Can I just talk about how much I strongly dislike people who pretend to be friends? Really. C'mon now. Stop being lame.
Another thing I hate that peeves me. People leaving for another country for the semster and forgetting to notify their "friends" of the cell phone, address, etc change so we have no way of contacting them. Elsa- This means YOU. Everyone loves you so much, so goddamnit stop being a crappy-ass friend and freakin' tell us how to get in touch with you. What happens if i DIE. Shit the bed. Say hello to the big man upstairs. Kick the can....how the hell are my parents supposed to tell you?! Huh? That's what I thought. Call someone. Anyone.
You could be dead and paucl could just photoshopping these facebook pictures to make it look like you're alive.
Thanks for letting me bitch.
toodles.
xoxox and anyone, if you actually read this let me know. if no one ever looks at this, i'll save my time for something else. like writing about shakespear
Does anyone actually update these things anymore? I sure as hell have forgotten about this little blog. So what's new? Not much. 3rd year of college comes with shitty upper level classes that suck major, major balls. I'm now a double major. Journalism and Theater. Yep....I love theater and I love to write, and I hate the idea of living in a box so maybe with two majors I'll have a real job.
Josh and I signed up for our appartment for next fall, maybe the summer if we're lucky. I told him I wasn't going to sign a lease with him unless there is a ring on my hand. And by hand, I mean the left one. next to the pinky. It doesn't have to be big or expensive, but he does have to pop the question, and get dad's blessing. Both Josh and my Dad are pretty traditional, so I think the fact that he's actutally asking my dad will make my dad like him even more than he already does.
I'm sitting here in an old teeshirt that quite possibly belonged to an ex boyfriend, josh's sweatpants, while watching TLC and all the while trying to procrastinate. Or not to. I have to do a theater critique for As You Like It. I was totally entertained, but i sort of forgot most of what I thought. It was about 10 days ago. So yeah...it's tough to recall what I had for breakfast two days ago, let alone what I thought about the set design of a show that I saw almost 2 weeks ago.
I'm bored. I go back to school on Sunday. Dance mostly all day, then back to the daily grind. Can I just talk about how much I strongly dislike people who pretend to be friends? Really. C'mon now. Stop being lame.
Another thing I hate that peeves me. People leaving for another country for the semster and forgetting to notify their "friends" of the cell phone, address, etc change so we have no way of contacting them. Elsa- This means YOU. Everyone loves you so much, so goddamnit stop being a crappy-ass friend and freakin' tell us how to get in touch with you. What happens if i DIE. Shit the bed. Say hello to the big man upstairs. Kick the can....how the hell are my parents supposed to tell you?! Huh? That's what I thought. Call someone. Anyone.
You could be dead and paucl could just photoshopping these facebook pictures to make it look like you're alive.
Thanks for letting me bitch.
toodles.
xoxox and anyone, if you actually read this let me know. if no one ever looks at this, i'll save my time for something else. like writing about shakespear
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This story comes from http://www.kpho.com/news/16813576/…, They are a CBS news-affiliate based out of Phoenix
PHOENIX -- A family booted off a Southwest Airlines flight in Phoenix because the children were being too disruptive will get a refund.
Airline officials contacted the family Monday and told them the carrier would refund the entire cost of their six one-way tickets from Detroit to Seattle via Phoenix, said Southwest Airlines spokeswoman Christi Day.
Wendy Slaughter said they were detained at the gate by Phoenix police officers who said they were being too disruptive to be allowed to catch a connecting flight at Sky Harbor International Airport.
"I am furious about it," Slaughter said after arriving home in Seattle. "I just couldn't believe they could do something like that, and then, leave us completely stranded with no money and no way to get anywhere."
Slaughter said this was the first flight for her children and admits the kids were loud and kept getting up and walking around the plane.
"The children were a little bit out of control on the flight. They were restless and excited and worked up, and they're kids."
Her 10-year-old son Henry is autistic with a short attention span. Her daughter Gracie suffers from cerebral palsy. The family said flight attendants asked them to quiet the children twice. They didn't expect to be booted off the flight.
"And for the safety of our customers and flight crew decided to not allow them to travel on to Seattle at that time," Day said. "Typically if it's a threatening behavior, it's not safe to travel at 30,000 feet in the air in a contained environment."
The children's grandmother said she had to pay $2,000 to book last-minute tickets on Alaska Airlines.
Phoenix police said on Monday the matter was a civil offense and no report was filed. The department said it will not investigate the incident any further.
Does anyone else think that THEY are in the wrong...besides me??
This is completely crazy. If you cannot control your children, they should not be on a plane. I've read other articles about this story where the flight attendant would try to show them how to use the seatbelt properly; obviously to keep them safe, and they would un-buckle it, or wiggle out.
I do NOT care if your kid is autistic. It doesn't mean that they are allowed to endanger themselves or others while 30,000 feet in the air. God only knows that if one of these kids was hurt on the plane, the family would be starting a lawsuit.
If I was on that plane, I would be thankful that a noisy, uncontrolable family was not allowed to board the plane for their connecting flight. This makes me sound like a cold-hearted bitch and I don't care.
And since when does having CP mean that you get up and walk all over the plane? The little girl cannot be more than 5 years old and CP makes it difficult to walk and maintain balance; like she actually wandered the plane alone.
Finally; what IDIOT who is traveling across the country leaves home with no money in case of an emergency?!!?
Flying with diabled kids is not impossible. Doctors have medicine that will help to sooth a child before an undertaking such as flying, and then there is benedryl. That stuff is a gift from god. OR if a parent cannot justify medicine that a child doesn't need; they could give thir child dramamine. That prevents motion sickness and it totally knocks you out. There are ways around this. Do I feel bad for parents of autistic children? aboslutely. Does it mean they get to make others feel miserable while in small spaces? Nope.
Flying is a huge fear for many people. Plain and simple, even adults have anxiety when it comes to flying. Why should one child be able to ruin what could be a pain free, or even pleasant experience for others?
Marcy, future special educator extroidinare- help me understand this one...
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Just another update.
It's June 2nd, and it's cold. But I guess it's better than scorching hot heat. Eh. Still. Not much is new. Actually, that's a lie. Stuff is new, but it's been happening for a while so it just seems like old news to me, but might be news to others. Josh and I are living together at my dad's house. it's working out really well. We pay a little bit for "rent", more or less because we use a lot of electricity and so we don't feel like total freeloaders living with my dad when we're twenty. Dad works in Fishkill, NY for at least half the week anyways. Like this time he's there from wednesday-friday...not 3 days, but 10 so it's sort of like having my own place with josh, with no major rent bills. Mother, being the bitch that she's known to be, is not happy with this. Granted, it isn't her house, but if she doesn't have control, then she's not happy. If mom's not happy, she makes sure that no one else can be happy either. She feels that I'm setting a bad example by cohabitating in front of her children with someone, when we're not married. The kids are 14, 11 and 8. Killian, 14, doesn't give two shits. He likes Josh. They play wii together and watch annoying teenage boy cartoons. Donovan, sweet donovan, is 11. The most carefree child on the planet. You could rip off his right ear, apologize and he'd say "That's okay, i still love you" The exact opposite of a middle child. The twins are 8. They are more concerned if they can go over to Chealsea's after school, they don't care who sleeps in my room. Mom is CONVINCED that when they turn 16 they will want their boyfriend to live with them. Uh no. Not when you're 16...hello, you're still a child! You can't even have your own bank account! When you're twenty, you've dated him for over a year, and you're paying rent...we'll see.
Josh has been around for quite some time now, about a year and a half. He's the longest relationship I've ever had, and only my second "serious" relationship, the first being Wesley. It's not like i've brought numerous men into the house, confusing the daylights out of these children as to who is my boyfriend, and who is not. The kids LOVE josh. He hugs and kisses my sisters goodnight, helps with the dishes, plays nice with my hormonal teenager brother and talks books with my dad. He takes out the trash and helps me clean the bathrooms. He folds his own laundry and says please, and thank you. Oh God, he's SUCH a horrible influence on the children. God for-fucking-bid my sisters see what it means to find a partner who respects and loves you unconditionally. What a horrible thing it would be for my brothers to see Josh help out around the house and rub his girlfriends back when she's tired. the horror of it all.
It's obviously not like Josh is some derelict. The kid's got a 3.8. We do not have any sort of intimacy while my family is home. That's plain old rude. We can wait 4 days. His penis will still be there after the kids leave. We sleep fully clothed, god forbid one of the kids accidentally come in and crawl into bed during the middle of the night. Uh no. That's not going to happen, but Mother is convinced that she is right.
She tried to take Josh and I to counseling. COUSELING. To show us how wrong we were. Nope. Not wrong.
Back-story for those who don't know: The woman kicked me out of her house almost 4 years ago and told me to go live with my father. Not the end of the world, but not what I was used to either. I'm an adult now. Not only is she holding me responsible for the children’s virginity and whether they choose to save it or spend it, she's also not speaking to me. If she has mail for me, financial aid papers, whatever, she will drive 7 miles and put them in a bag on the doorknob. She won't even call me. She won't answer my calls and if something must be said to me, she has Killian(14) call me and say "Mom said to tell you....."
How did this all start you ask?! Well, my stimulus check arrived at her house. She calls and says "come get it" so I say, "ok" drive there, grab my check and ask her when my grandmothers birthday party is. We have huge party every year to celebrate my grams birthday, my grandpa's birthday, mothers day and fathers day. everyone all so spread out that it's the easiest way to get everyone together.
She says "Well....I don't really think you should go...."
I say " OF COURSE I'm going, don't be silly, I already got the day off from work.:
Bitch says "I think it would offend your (religious) grandmother that you have disrespected me and my wishes if you were to show up"
I say "Well, if gram doesn't want me there, have her call me and tell me"
Bitch says "fine"
Huge blowout argument, shit hits the fan, she tells me to get out of her house, i tell her to call me when she's over it.
I go home. I grab phone. I call grammy.
Gram of course wants me there, she loves me. She's not a huge fan of my actions, but she loves me anyways.
This makes mom mad. Mother starts sending emails, and no longer speaks to me.
This makes my father realize that he was, indeed, married to a psychopath for 13 years. He says "It's your life, I like Josh, he is welcome here, set your own boundaries with your mother, stick up for yourself, she hates me, i can't help"
The icing on this shit cake is that we've agreed to go to church twice a month. Doreen, josh's mom asked us to. 3 hours a month to let your kid live with me over the summer? Why the fuck not??
Mom's response.....(exact email quote) "I would prefer that you keep your distance until I can manage my pain over this without crying every time I see you. Just leave me be and don’t plan on attending church with me. You’re only going because Josh’s mother asked you to go in an effort to save your souls, I’m guessing….. Whatever………..it’s your choice to do as she asks……………Now, isn’t that ironic………… You don’t attend church any other time of year except for Christmas Spectacular and because that woman asks it of you, you will attend because you’re having sex with her son and you’ll do that for her because it makes her feel better – Yes, I know it’s only 2 Sundays a month. It’s a joke and you should just lie to her and tell her that you go because it’s of no value when you don’t honor me at all. I mean what I say………. Please don’t approach me there. My time at church is sacred to me and I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t ruin it for me."
If church time is so "sacred"...why were you fucking my theater professor? IF god really does frown on sex before marriage, why do you do it?
Matthews chapter 7, verses 1 and 2. "Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye meet, it shall be measured to you again..." More less...Don' t judge others, it's not you job.
Not preachin'....jus' sayin. Don't throw stones if you live in a glass house.
It's June 2nd, and it's cold. But I guess it's better than scorching hot heat. Eh. Still. Not much is new. Actually, that's a lie. Stuff is new, but it's been happening for a while so it just seems like old news to me, but might be news to others. Josh and I are living together at my dad's house. it's working out really well. We pay a little bit for "rent", more or less because we use a lot of electricity and so we don't feel like total freeloaders living with my dad when we're twenty. Dad works in Fishkill, NY for at least half the week anyways. Like this time he's there from wednesday-friday...not 3 days, but 10 so it's sort of like having my own place with josh, with no major rent bills. Mother, being the bitch that she's known to be, is not happy with this. Granted, it isn't her house, but if she doesn't have control, then she's not happy. If mom's not happy, she makes sure that no one else can be happy either. She feels that I'm setting a bad example by cohabitating in front of her children with someone, when we're not married. The kids are 14, 11 and 8. Killian, 14, doesn't give two shits. He likes Josh. They play wii together and watch annoying teenage boy cartoons. Donovan, sweet donovan, is 11. The most carefree child on the planet. You could rip off his right ear, apologize and he'd say "That's okay, i still love you" The exact opposite of a middle child. The twins are 8. They are more concerned if they can go over to Chealsea's after school, they don't care who sleeps in my room. Mom is CONVINCED that when they turn 16 they will want their boyfriend to live with them. Uh no. Not when you're 16...hello, you're still a child! You can't even have your own bank account! When you're twenty, you've dated him for over a year, and you're paying rent...we'll see.
Josh has been around for quite some time now, about a year and a half. He's the longest relationship I've ever had, and only my second "serious" relationship, the first being Wesley. It's not like i've brought numerous men into the house, confusing the daylights out of these children as to who is my boyfriend, and who is not. The kids LOVE josh. He hugs and kisses my sisters goodnight, helps with the dishes, plays nice with my hormonal teenager brother and talks books with my dad. He takes out the trash and helps me clean the bathrooms. He folds his own laundry and says please, and thank you. Oh God, he's SUCH a horrible influence on the children. God for-fucking-bid my sisters see what it means to find a partner who respects and loves you unconditionally. What a horrible thing it would be for my brothers to see Josh help out around the house and rub his girlfriends back when she's tired. the horror of it all.
It's obviously not like Josh is some derelict. The kid's got a 3.8. We do not have any sort of intimacy while my family is home. That's plain old rude. We can wait 4 days. His penis will still be there after the kids leave. We sleep fully clothed, god forbid one of the kids accidentally come in and crawl into bed during the middle of the night. Uh no. That's not going to happen, but Mother is convinced that she is right.
She tried to take Josh and I to counseling. COUSELING. To show us how wrong we were. Nope. Not wrong.
Back-story for those who don't know: The woman kicked me out of her house almost 4 years ago and told me to go live with my father. Not the end of the world, but not what I was used to either. I'm an adult now. Not only is she holding me responsible for the children’s virginity and whether they choose to save it or spend it, she's also not speaking to me. If she has mail for me, financial aid papers, whatever, she will drive 7 miles and put them in a bag on the doorknob. She won't even call me. She won't answer my calls and if something must be said to me, she has Killian(14) call me and say "Mom said to tell you....."
How did this all start you ask?! Well, my stimulus check arrived at her house. She calls and says "come get it" so I say, "ok" drive there, grab my check and ask her when my grandmothers birthday party is. We have huge party every year to celebrate my grams birthday, my grandpa's birthday, mothers day and fathers day. everyone all so spread out that it's the easiest way to get everyone together.
She says "Well....I don't really think you should go...."
I say " OF COURSE I'm going, don't be silly, I already got the day off from work.:
Bitch says "I think it would offend your (religious) grandmother that you have disrespected me and my wishes if you were to show up"
I say "Well, if gram doesn't want me there, have her call me and tell me"
Bitch says "fine"
Huge blowout argument, shit hits the fan, she tells me to get out of her house, i tell her to call me when she's over it.
I go home. I grab phone. I call grammy.
Gram of course wants me there, she loves me. She's not a huge fan of my actions, but she loves me anyways.
This makes mom mad. Mother starts sending emails, and no longer speaks to me.
This makes my father realize that he was, indeed, married to a psychopath for 13 years. He says "It's your life, I like Josh, he is welcome here, set your own boundaries with your mother, stick up for yourself, she hates me, i can't help"
The icing on this shit cake is that we've agreed to go to church twice a month. Doreen, josh's mom asked us to. 3 hours a month to let your kid live with me over the summer? Why the fuck not??
Mom's response.....(exact email quote) "I would prefer that you keep your distance until I can manage my pain over this without crying every time I see you. Just leave me be and don’t plan on attending church with me. You’re only going because Josh’s mother asked you to go in an effort to save your souls, I’m guessing….. Whatever………..it’s your choice to do as she asks……………Now, isn’t that ironic………… You don’t attend church any other time of year except for Christmas Spectacular and because that woman asks it of you, you will attend because you’re having sex with her son and you’ll do that for her because it makes her feel better – Yes, I know it’s only 2 Sundays a month. It’s a joke and you should just lie to her and tell her that you go because it’s of no value when you don’t honor me at all. I mean what I say………. Please don’t approach me there. My time at church is sacred to me and I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t ruin it for me."
If church time is so "sacred"...why were you fucking my theater professor? IF god really does frown on sex before marriage, why do you do it?
Matthews chapter 7, verses 1 and 2. "Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye meet, it shall be measured to you again..." More less...Don' t judge others, it's not you job.
Not preachin'....jus' sayin. Don't throw stones if you live in a glass house.
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I sing his praises to everyone. saying what an amazing, caring, considerate boyfriend he is.
we made plans for 10.
it's 10:50. he's at some party across campus, saying he forgot.
he never forgets man night. he never forgets something that he cares about.
will someone ever care about me as much as i care about them?
we made plans for 10.
it's 10:50. he's at some party across campus, saying he forgot.
he never forgets man night. he never forgets something that he cares about.
will someone ever care about me as much as i care about them?
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Here's whats new.
- Grandma died on the 22nd. It's okay. I'm okay. She's not miserable anymore.
- Josh and I requested our campus apartment for senior year. They said it's almost a definite since we acted so quickly. This will be most exciting.
- classes are picked out for next year, with credit space to audition for the show, Noises Off. Can't wait. All classes are on tuesday and thursday. do not ask me how i managed this, i have no idea.
- josh and i have the summer contracts for work and are living together at my dads. he wants us to take baby steps into complete adult hood so we don't go crazy. we pay him 50 bucks a month so we don't feel like total free-loaders.
- i got my marinetti single like i requested. not the room i wanted, but oh well.
- i've got my first paid show this summer. should be a good time. it's called anton in show business.
- josh and i are lovely as usual. he's sleeping right now. he's always cute when he sleeps.
- OH. urinetown went better than expected. but i'm glad it's over.
- bullets are nice.
- i'll be home for the summer on the 17th. work starts up soon after that.
- Finals are coming soon. I think i only have one real final though, in acting II. English lit II, I write a paper. No exam for newspaper publishing, Media ethics is a paper, French II I don't have to take unless I want extra credit. Urinetown has no exam. 2 papers, a test and a funeral during finals week. most excellent....sigh. i'm definitely ready to move back home with josh and get summer started already.
it's been a while...
okay. it's been a while, so i figured it might be time to update this baby. lets see...
school: is going well. there is one class that is kicking my butt, but most are pretty good. english lit is such a bitch. i don't care about wordsworth. hand me my "C" and lets just call it a day. i'm tired of trying in that class. it's just a bunch of hippie intellectuals trying to outsmart each other. it's lame. journalism stuff is pretty decent. it's overwhelming most of the time, but i guess i'll get used to it. my professor is good friends with marcelis parsons down at wcax and is trying to get an internship for me there next summer which would be amazing. we shall see. i'm giving him my head shots next week. i just picked out my classes for next semester and they are all on tuesday/ thursday with the exception of choir on mondays at 5:30. i think i'm going to try and sub in the local schools on m/w/fri to get some cash.
Josh: is wonderful, most all the time. we have our little spats now and again but we've decided that no matter what, we will stick it out. people, if you've met him, you've met my future husband. it's scary, and we both know that, but we both know that no matter what we'll always be by each others sides. we're not planning on tying the not until after college. we agree that i cant be a crazy bridezilla ( a nice one, though) and attend classes at the same time.
family:...not so good. my dads mom is in the hospital. she has Alzheimer's and she's back in the ICU because she stops breathing sometimes. she has sleep apnea(sp?), high blood pressure, high cholesterol, shes almost 400/450 lbs, she just had surgery to fix three abdominal hernias and it's just not looking too good. i went down and saw her last sunday. she doesn't remember me, well she does, but not my name. she calls me "the pretty one". i figure there are worse things to be remembered as. she calls my dad, rob, by his older brothers name, tim and he's pretty crushed. ive seen him cry 3 times in my life. twice during the divorce with my mom, and then this last sunday. waaait. 4 times. he cried when he was supposed to leave us here in the states and work in germany for 3 months. he came home after 3 weeks because he missed us so much and mom handed him the divorce papers. my bad.
friends:are fine i'm assuming. i have very little time for socializing and i refuse to go to a house where i'm going to implode and/or stop breathing from the cigarette/pot/cat/dog/smoke/dust. it's not worth it. if my friends really cared, they would take an hour or so a week to come hang out in a place where i can be healthy instead of being stoned off their ass all the time. they understand that i'm not going to get fucked up, which is nice, i just wish they knew what it did to lungs to be around it.
theater: BBM went well, i miss that show. i'm currently in urinetown the musical. yes, urinetown, like the pee. its about a town that has to pay to pee. it's funny but rehearsals are a pain in the ass. show goes up the 24th of april
summer plans: josh and i are living at my dads house this summer considering my dad is only there 3 days a week. he and i are working at jsc. im working in the theater, he's doing tours and whatnot for the admissions dept. i'm in my first paid show this summer which is super exciting. i get to work with sophia lapaglia from the voices project, whom i adore so that will be ridiculously awesome. its not tons of money but im being paid to act. how friggen cool.
that's all folks.
im home next week for break. josh and i will be at pippin on saturday night :)
school: is going well. there is one class that is kicking my butt, but most are pretty good. english lit is such a bitch. i don't care about wordsworth. hand me my "C" and lets just call it a day. i'm tired of trying in that class. it's just a bunch of hippie intellectuals trying to outsmart each other. it's lame. journalism stuff is pretty decent. it's overwhelming most of the time, but i guess i'll get used to it. my professor is good friends with marcelis parsons down at wcax and is trying to get an internship for me there next summer which would be amazing. we shall see. i'm giving him my head shots next week. i just picked out my classes for next semester and they are all on tuesday/ thursday with the exception of choir on mondays at 5:30. i think i'm going to try and sub in the local schools on m/w/fri to get some cash.
Josh: is wonderful, most all the time. we have our little spats now and again but we've decided that no matter what, we will stick it out. people, if you've met him, you've met my future husband. it's scary, and we both know that, but we both know that no matter what we'll always be by each others sides. we're not planning on tying the not until after college. we agree that i cant be a crazy bridezilla ( a nice one, though) and attend classes at the same time.
family:...not so good. my dads mom is in the hospital. she has Alzheimer's and she's back in the ICU because she stops breathing sometimes. she has sleep apnea(sp?), high blood pressure, high cholesterol, shes almost 400/450 lbs, she just had surgery to fix three abdominal hernias and it's just not looking too good. i went down and saw her last sunday. she doesn't remember me, well she does, but not my name. she calls me "the pretty one". i figure there are worse things to be remembered as. she calls my dad, rob, by his older brothers name, tim and he's pretty crushed. ive seen him cry 3 times in my life. twice during the divorce with my mom, and then this last sunday. waaait. 4 times. he cried when he was supposed to leave us here in the states and work in germany for 3 months. he came home after 3 weeks because he missed us so much and mom handed him the divorce papers. my bad.
friends:are fine i'm assuming. i have very little time for socializing and i refuse to go to a house where i'm going to implode and/or stop breathing from the cigarette/pot/cat/dog/smoke/dust. it's not worth it. if my friends really cared, they would take an hour or so a week to come hang out in a place where i can be healthy instead of being stoned off their ass all the time. they understand that i'm not going to get fucked up, which is nice, i just wish they knew what it did to lungs to be around it.
theater: BBM went well, i miss that show. i'm currently in urinetown the musical. yes, urinetown, like the pee. its about a town that has to pay to pee. it's funny but rehearsals are a pain in the ass. show goes up the 24th of april
summer plans: josh and i are living at my dads house this summer considering my dad is only there 3 days a week. he and i are working at jsc. im working in the theater, he's doing tours and whatnot for the admissions dept. i'm in my first paid show this summer which is super exciting. i get to work with sophia lapaglia from the voices project, whom i adore so that will be ridiculously awesome. its not tons of money but im being paid to act. how friggen cool.
that's all folks.
im home next week for break. josh and i will be at pippin on saturday night :)