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2006 31 December :: 3.08pm
:: Mood: blah
Just hours after my last entry, I was no longer enjoying my fresh cut pineapple. It seems it decided to make war on my anatomy. It was quite difficult for me because I have an intense fear of throwing up. It was like Michelle fear-factor all day yesterday.
I feel a lot better today, but solid foods are still a don't. I didn't go to work yesterday, but I'm well enough for my five hour shift tonight.
I'm ready for a new year.
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2006 30 December :: 12.30am
:: Mood: calm
Random
I worked until eleven thirty tonight, and then I came home and enjoyed my fresh-cut pineapple while I perused the Post. It was most enjoyable.
I spent last night with Jessie, Rueben, and Zack. We sat around for a while, and then decided we had to go do something. So, we went to Arby's and played mau.
I got called into work yesterday. I only stayed for three hours so that I won't get overtime this week. It's a good thing I don't have a life. Work has been my life for the past two weeks. I leave again on the seventh.
"So I lay my head back down, and I lift my hands and pray, to be only your's I pray, to be only yours I know now, you're my only hope."
I'm busy collecting quotations on the internet to make some notebooks. I'm excited, but I forgot to buy packing tape to finish them.
"You're the only one who, drives me kicking and screaming through fast dreams, and you're the only one who knows exactly what i mean...i hope you can forgive me for that time when i put my hand between your legs and said it was small, cause it's really not at all."
I've decided that my favorite punctuation is a bracket [not quite a parenthesis, but still subtle and giving a little extra].
"New Kids on the Block had a bunch of hits, chinese food makes me sick and I think it's fly when girls stop by for the summer...you come from Georgia where the peaches grow, drink lemonade and speak real slow."
"Here in this diary I write you visions of my summer, it was the best I ever had, there were choruses and sing a longs, all the nights we stayed up talking...and quoting lines from all those movies that we loved, it still brings a smile to my face. I guess when it come down to it, being grown up isn't as fun as growing up."
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2006 28 December :: 10.25am
:: Mood: Better
:: Music: Touchdown Turnaround (Hellogoodbye)
So much better....
I feel as though a monsterous weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. I talked with Brad last night. He knew things that I need to know. And just by knowing the details, I had the most wonderful sleep last night without disturbance. I didnt wake up sweating or at 3 am feeling wide awake. I feel wonderful. I am going to change alot about me. Mostly the way I look. Just talking to Brad has made everything so much better.
Everything is looking up and so I am going to look up too.
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2006 27 December :: 3.53pm
The exciting news is that I smell really good.
The not so exciting news is that I have to work in an hour.
Christmas, was it real, or but a dream?
New Years: What's going on, where's the party at? Who with?
All of these questions!! I need answers!!
Michelle
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2006 27 December :: 7.16am
:: Mood: cheerful
:: Music: That song on that album dan gave me
PHONE!
I got a phone now. So that 2 month no phone thing is finally over with. same number as before. 890-7655. so yeah call me again. and i can call you again. im back in the network kids!.
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2006 25 December :: 7.34pm
:: Mood: cynical
Merry Christmas, everyone. A day filled with socially retarded cousins, fattening food, and ackward gift-giving.
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2006 24 December :: 1.07am
:: Mood: aggravated
The worst day of my entire freaking life.
Today. Work. Horrible. Cry. I worked from three to midnight. It was suppose to be eleven thirty, but people are douche bags and shop at meijer and leave shit in places it doesn't belong and then I have to sort it from millions of shopping carts before I can go home the whole while telling everyone that approaches the service desk, "I'm sorry, we're closed for the night."
"You close? I thought you were open twenty four hours."
"The store, not the desk. We close at eleven."
They glance at the clock which reads [insert time between 11:01 and midnight].
"Well, could you still do this [return, price adjustment, exchange, sale of lottery or tobacco, or listen to me bitch about something you can do nothing about].
"No, I'm sorry, we're closed."
And I turn around, continue sorting out candles that stink of peppermint, cheaply made Christmas ornaments, and ugly little sweaters made for dogs, and ignore them.
Michelle
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2006 19 December :: 6.58pm
Official grades are in. 3.93.
It's pretty okay.
There's work tomorrow, and a dentist appointment. I'm getting metal in my head, again. Oh joyous.
Jessie is coming over later and we will commence gift giving. I am quite excited. No doubt.
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2006 19 December :: 9.49am
:: Mood: content
So many things to do today. Give blood (which I am finally able to do since I was blacklisted), go to coffee with Jenny, and get a present for mother's birthday. I know it doesn't seem like a lot, but it is.
I work tomorrow. And the next day, and the day after that. I work until I leave on the seventh.
I wrapped presents yesterday and realized that I still have more shopping to do. I wish I was still five and a macaroni card would do the trick. I like making things better, anyhow. I like being constructive.
The first thing I did this morning was wake up and play my flute. It was good.
Michelle
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2006 17 December :: 7.05pm
:: Mood: complacent
It's amazing that I don't update as much here as I do when I am at school. I blame that on two things : Having a life and friends here, and having a dial up connection that takes me five minutes to get to the woohu main page.
Christmas tree is up. Charlie Brown Christmas is on the telly. I've been bombarded by nonmusical Christmas songs for the past month. I baked cookies Friday. I went Christmas shopping yesterday. I wore my grandma snowman sweater the other day. And it still doesn't feel like Christmas. I guess it's just not one of those things you can't force.
I'm free until Wednesday. Get ahold of me and we'll romp.
Michelle
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