… that between school and work, so much of my time would be taken away. when forced to work more hours than you want and go to school you forget about a lot. i had 11 weeks this semester and while it flew by, i missed so much. i’m sure someone got pregnant, someone got married, someone got divorced and maybe even someone got arrested, but i couldn’t tell you. and it sucks. i feel like the bad friend. but sometimes you just have to do what you do. and sacrifices must be made. i got two weeks between semesters right now … and i’m no longer forced to work a bagillion hours a week to make ends meet. i’m thinking so serious out time!
My New Fur Child. My Old Man And I Adopted This Little Hell Raiser. His Prior Family Didn’t Take Care Of Him. Left Him Outside ALL DAY LONG. Some how he managed to poke his left eye out. After That Healed A Hawk Tried To Pick His Little But Up. This Finally Made His Family Then Realize That They Weren’t Able To Care For Him Any More. My Mom Took Him. Her Dog Didn’t Get Along With Him. So Rather Than Take Him To The Pound, Ron And I Took Him In. He’s A Good Pup. Except For He Chewed Up My Favorite Flip Flops.
Yeah, SO I Posted A Set Of Drums I’m Trying To Sell On Craigslist Today. Look Over To The Left And Notice The Personal Ad’s. I Couldn’t Resist. See Below …
http://ocala.craigslist.org/m4w/1253417509.html
I Almost Pissed Myself. I Got A Real Southern Accent Reading It. Made It Even Worse.
… Life, that is. Not really. Just not use to all the new circumstances that surround me right now. Instead of me taking it easy away from work, I’ve resorted to becoming that crack head that ran out of money and needs a shift to get their next fix. Only instead of being the crack head, I’m a girl with tons of bills whose boyfriend lost his pretty well paying job. And instead of getting their next fix, I’m just trying to keep a roof over our heads with the use of electricity and indoor plumbing. It sucks. It’s all way more than I want to handle now, but I have to. Its a test. And I don’t want to fail.
I’m a neat freak. Seriously hardcore. I follow my nieces around with a vacuum cleaner when they visit. They think it’s funny. Everyone else thinks it’s neurotic. I cannot help it. I don’t feel right if things aren’t in order the way that they should be. If you move something I go nuts. I placed it that way because it’s the way it has to be. OCD, yeah I got it. I tried like hell this week to just let kids be kids and pick things up and not place them back right, to have my couch untidy, the DVD’s out of order, and I think I did a pretty good job. I only followed them around one day with the vacuum cleaner too. They’ve been gone all of ten minutes and I’m ready to tackle this. I don’t really have to rush though, I got 4 days off this week. Maybe that job application will go through.
"You cant change the Past
But you can ruin the Present
By worrying about the Future"
"Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering."
— Nicole Krauss - The History of Love (via 52books)
