Upon graduation next year, I will be over $20,000 in debt. Awesome. I just wish I would win the lottery or some rich person would bequeath tons of money to me.
My sister turns 17 on Thursday. That makes me feel old.
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,
It's ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
So I just received this very awkward and creepy message on myspace that I thought I would share with you!
I'm Joel, 5'11', very fit with exceptional blue eyes. I own a law firm and enjoy helping the public. From your profile it is obvious that you have an electric personality, that you have a big heart and that you are intelligent. I love traveling, shopping, cooking, music, movies, working out and the outdoors. What do you do for fun? Where would you most like to visit? Do you agree with me that any relationship is based on friendship, communication and honesty? Australia is one of my favorite destinations. You look amazing and I look forward to hearing from you. Nothing ventured nothing gained. I don't have a photo posted because my firm advertises on TV. I'm 5'11' and work out daily. When you tire of meeting losers at the bar give me a ring. I have never been married and have no children. I'm 36 and reside in lansing and Bloomfield Hills. Chivalry is my middle name and I am moving to your area very soon. I have a villa in Palm Beach so if you love the sun let me know. You can reach me at 517-449-5723.
There was no friend request, just a message..
And when I viewed his profile, there's nothing on it. No friends other than Tom, no pictures, or info.
My icon journal is pretty dead since I don't remember my password and greatestjournal doesn't host pics anymore. I guess it's fine since I can put them on flickr or whatever but I have to get them off greatestjournal and right now I just don't have time. And I can't remember my password so I can't edit the entries.
Sorry, peeps.
If my password ever comes back to me, I'm going to make it my photoblog. I've tried every password I've ever used so it must be one I just used for that journal. Aidez-moi, y'all!
I am watching the last episode of Project Runway before Fashion Week. I shamelessly love this show.
I love you all.
P.S. "Image Hosting: This feature was disabled over a year ago; images that had previously been uploaded have been purged."
So all my icons are gone. Awesome. I don't even know if they're still on my parents' computer. If you have any of the icons I made, it'd be cool if you could email me a copy (onceloviikyu@gmail.com). That'd be great.
This kind of upsets me. I'm just going to remember my password, move on and make it a photoblog.
The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any slopes gonna put their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright, so he hid it, in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you
Probley one of the best quotes of the movie, not gonna lie.
I rented 3:10 to Yuma tonight. It was pretty fucking sweet movie. It makes me want to go rebuy gun for my 360. Oh wait....red ring of death -.-
BLOGGING!
Every time I do my laundry at midnight I think "hmm maybe I shouldn't be running the abnormally loud washing machine at midnight" but then I remember that ABG has come running up here and complained to us about everything we do so if he has a problem, I'm sure he'll let us know.
Since Nick doesn't get home until nine, I usually don't end up doing much housework until after ten. This includes vacuuming. I always feel very conscious of any noise I make after nine, the unofficial "quiet time," especially since our apartment building is usually extremely quiet.
I am writing a page for Humanities tomorrow but I think I'll go take a shower and call it good until tomorrow.
I love when people who don't have kids but only watch (babysit/daycare) or teach them talk about how kids act or how they should behave. Like those 3-8 hours are representative of how the child is. Or how the parent raises them.
It disgusts me. Especially when they are basing their judgments on a TV show that has been edited to only show certain parts. So when one kid hits the other one, the kids beat on each other all the time. And when the parents are crabby during one episode, they're overbearing tyrants.
Seriously, people? This is all you have to do? You just sit in front of the TV watching this one show and then go online and complain about the half hour of parenting you see these people, the people you don't even KNOW or have even ever MET, do on ONE DAY?
The world is kind of disgusting me today. Also, Mitt Romney says if the democrats win, the terrorists win. I'm kind of tiring of hearing about the terrorists winning because of the opposite political party. This fear mongering shit is getting old, people. The sad thing is that it works on some people. Those same people are probably really excited for Larry the Cable Guy in Witness Protection.
Its currently 6 am.
No one is online and i feel like talking.
I can't sleep because there is far too much on my mind.
I've done a lot of thinking lately about where my life is at right now, if i like it, and if im happy, and where i want it to continue to go.
And tonight just added more to my plate to think about.
Ugh! What to do what to do..
Oh, and i was watching vh1 today, it was 100 best one hit wonders.. and Los Del Rio or whoever sang the Macarena was number 1.. and they were showing clips of people doing the dance, and they showed Barack Obama on there, and of course Al Gore and Bill Clinton.
The only role I can stand Julia Roberts in seems to be Tinkerbell in Hook. She's not grumpy, at some points she's smiling and moving her arms. She has a different look on her face than that same look she has in every other movie she's in.
So my mom is doing her crossword like normal. She asks me a question about one "Star Wars Letters" and she has an s and d in but cant get the last letter. Instantly i think of star destoryer and see if i can go from there. I say to her well theres a ship called a star destroyer but.... and my dads goes a shit called a star destroyer?! made me laugh pretty hard.
Oh and Broke Lesnar is stupid and doesnt know how to fight for shit and tapped out in like the first 2 minutes of his fight. Regardless someone will say he was rocking Frank Mir. Truth be told, Brock sucks. Watch the fight and look at his stance, and how he seems like hes not sure what he should be doing. Hes probley still getting used to actually hitting someone.
I don't understand my creative writing teacher. Okay, I understand her fairly well. She's a horrible teacher. She took a week and a half to read our papers (two pages max) and then puts no comments, just a check plus. What? And then we get into class today and she said she's losing her voice (which sounds perfectly fine) and tells us we're going to do an in class writing exercise, but we could leave if we wanted to. So, she just sits there while all but five people leave. I finished the exercise in ten minutes (it's an hour and fifteen minute long class) and leave.
I can't believe I'm paying for this class! Honestly.
My coat smells like garlic. I made pasta bake last night for supper and fried up the turkey with some garlic. Yum...not really.
Lolita. Where to begin? Short summary: 42 year old guy + 12 year old girl + a two year "tour" of the country. But..it does not have one swear word in the whole work. Finished reading it. Got a new book - The Postman Always Rings Twice. I'm almost through it (it's only 115 pages) and there is yet to be any sign of a Postman.
Did I mention I'm reading through Random House's top 100 English novels as prep for the GRE I'm possibly taking to possibly get into grad school. Either that, or I'm reading them just to see how fucked up the "Modern American Novel" can be. I think I started off with two good ones. Yep. You should read them.
I have to choose, for tomorrow, the dance I want to teach for my Folk and Square Dance class.
I have it narrowed down to five dances. I am going to sign up to teach Easy Come Easy Go (a line dance, which everyone but Ashley and I love) but I have the four backups just in case.
I've decided that dancing is my hobby. It's so much fun, I'm going to have to find classes or something once this class is over.
I have work today and then tomorrow then off Wednesday but I really don't care. I need a job that I have fun at because I get more pissed each day I go in. I hate jumping jobs but trust me this is no laughing matter. I mean yeah I get paid to work out but at the same time it costs alot of money to feed myself. well anywho off to work I go Hi ho Hi ho.
I'm getting back into the full swing of things. I'm working three eight hour shifts this weekend, including today after I get out of class, and I have first degree on Sunday after work.
Next week I'm working thirty two hours.
Things are going moderately well. I feel like I haven't done much as far as classes go, but I know work will soon be piling up on me.
Rent to pay; groceries to eat.
It's snowing quite heavily outside and shows no sign of stopping. Oh dear.
I want to go on a vacation this year with Nick so I was looking at train rides yesterday.
Nick and I were thinking of going to Seattle/San Fran/Portland/west coast. Is anything awesome happening anywhere in June or July? I just remembered that I might be working full time in June and July. Okay, anything happening in the Seattle-area in May?
Or does anyone know of anything awesome happening anywhere in May?
