I'm going to stop blogging for a while. My life bores me right now, so I know it's boring you all, especially since my only hits come from relatives now. I quit posting interesting things months ago, if I ever did.
I'm not going to just shut it down. I want the account because it proves somewhat useful for commenting on H.n.B's blog.
Maybe I'll revamp it and come back later when I have the time to keep it up nicely.
This week has been by far much better emotionally. Monday was crappy, but not as crappy as the past two weeks, so I'm recovering nicely. After all, it was only four months. I'm now realizing somethings that are helping.
Besdies my new shoes (!) there are a few things I'm excited about:
I find it odd that my shoe size keeps shrinking. There's no avoiding the fact that I've reintroduced morning coffee into my day and an effect of that is I'm not really (read: NOT) eating breakfast...or lunch...or dinner, and I don't think it has to do with that...maybe. Typically, you lose the weight first in your feet. Anyway, I saw some cute shoes in an ad for Payless, so I went. They have cute and cheap shoes and for service, that's what I'm going to need, especially since I'm going to be PIONEERING!!!!! I couldn't decide between two pairs and they were different enough to get both of them, so these are the shoes I purchased:
One blog for this month. Impressive. I've been swamped with school. I'm trying to finish in a timely fashion. There are a million and one things I'd like to blog about, but I'll make a list and get to them next month, which I can promise now that I've unloaded a person from my daily itinerary. In chronological order:
Peanut attack was awful. I've gone 23 days accident free now and after that Sunday at the new Chinese restaurant where I was yelled at by my father for not specifying that there should be no peanuts on my plate, even though I ordered something without peanuts, I've had an acute sense of asking about peanuts and peanut oil everywhere I go. The baptism was wonderful, as well as the dinner on Sunday for her. I'm skipping the graduation party. Though fun, I have a feeling that it aided the disaster the Monday after (point 5 on the list). Eas came out. I spent $60. It still wasn't enough to satisfy me. It's rare that I look for fleeting happiness in such empty things, but buying stuff always makes me feel better, especially when I get to swipe that pretty piece of plastic with my name on it. It did feel good buying those shoes, which I am in love with. Oh! And I found the same pair of pants that I had 5 years ago, wore out, and turned into cut-offs for $10! I was so happy at that moment. I bought a shrug marked down to $10 from $98. That's always gratifying when you buy something so drastically marked down. Sunday of last, I left for my Oliveparents and then the next day, we left for Kentucky. (Ask Poly to fill you in on the details of that morning and my frantic panic about going to Fry's, which I am now in love with.) Kentucky was beautiful and they grow a lot of corn. Jules had to go for business. She was doing a title search for some property with oil wells on it that were leaking into the water, since they were out of use. I was able to spend a whole day helping her and decided that I'd like to go to school to be a paralegal and work for a real estate company, so that I could deal with the deeds and mortgages and wills and stuff like we did for that property. I enjoyed all the research and following the trails to make a puzzle. Jules and I took turns taking pictures. Neither of us are HnB, but I think we got some good shots. The downtown of Owensboro, KY (the third largest city in KY) is quaint and going through a revival. Neat town. One night we drove to Evansville, IN and saw the college that would send me mail daily my sophomore year. THAT'S a town I'd love to go back to. I'm going back to KY anyway because I made a friend in the congregation up there. She's in pioneer school as I type. We stopped and ate at a restaurant recommended by some friends of mine in Nashville that regretted they could not meet me for dinner, but said I must come back and visit. Jules bought lots of beer and we had to leave through the brewery. The car thus smelled like beer all the way home. My zen died near Dalton. It was a sad moment when we had to turn to Atlanta radio stations. I hung around till Sunday evening to be able to go to the Tavern. Had a roaring good time. From there, my Lost Aunt took me home after we picked up the kids from her X. I've never seen those kids so surprised, or so happy to see me. When her 5 year old daughter ran up to me and hugged me, it was the happiest I'd been in two weeks. There's nothing like a hug from a 5 year old to cure all. Now, I'm home and dreading tomorrow. A group of people concerned about me told me that it would be best if I came home and faced him. I know I like to run from problems and I have issues with denial. I told myself that I wasn't going to let him impair my life, so I have turned in my application to regular pioneer (which means 70 hours a month minimum with his mom). I'd really like to spend my first year pioneering out here, but if it gets to be too much, I may spend a few months out of the 12 pioneering in a congregation in Atlanta some where. I have a lot of feelings about what happened and I'm still confused about what I'm supposed to do because I don't know what I want... at all. For about 10 years, my life plan was be single, support myself, live in Atlanta, travel, pioneer. That was it. Sure I wasn't really happy with it, but that's what I'd decided. My worry was my allergies. No one would love me enough to give them up. It's a cramp in my lifestyle, but I've lived with it all my life and have no choice. Any guys that might be interested in me would have a choice. I never dreamed how happy I'd be with a guy. Never dreamed.
I really have nothing to say. I'm half way not alive right now, to put it in dramatic terms. I fell Monday. Shopping is quite my enemy right now for more reasons than I can't find the stinking shoe I want to buy. Rain+flip-flips+me do not equal a good combination. Fell flat on concrete at Lenox Square. So yeah... I'm in some more pain right now.
There's quite a bit of stress in my life for me to have so few responsibilities at this time. It'll ease off in July. School is just in my face right now. Plus, my proctor at the Oconee Libarary has an exam that I NEED to take and she can't protor it until mid to late August. Bite me. She asked if I could wait to take the test until then. Woman, if I had the test sent to you now, I think I'd like to take it now. She just doesn't want to have that many responsibilites because it's obvious when you look at her that she's lazy. I don't know how many times she calls in sick a week. She could read to the little kids and just pass by my cell everyonce in a while. I think you know me well enough to know I haven't cheated on the last four exams. So, I'm taking it at Bogart. The libarian there sounds MUCH nicer and far more helpful too. From now on, I'm taking my exams there.
Mehsha is getting baptized on July 7, 2007 (07/07/07), so all that read are cordially invited to come see her dedicate her life to Jehovah at the Gwinnett Civic Center. I'm very excited for her. Not sure how we're doing the dinner yet. Since everyone is everywhere, we may wait to have it in July.
I did get "Icky Thump!" Right now, I'm developing a full opinion on the album so that I can write up a full review. It's fast becoming my favorite Stripes album. Funny story- well, funny to me. When I was with the Clasky family at the hospital last week when Andy was having his surgery, I had carried my things to do in my White Stripes bag that I bought at Music Mitown (lest we forget). I sat down and the woman across from me says to the two women with her, "Look she likes the White Stripes too." I look up as I was scrolling down my ADP songs on my fauxPod and proudly say, "Yes. I've been a fan since 'White Blood Cells.' " (I don't know why I say that. Probably because I feel I have something to prove, especially to these middle-aged women who don't give a flip and are just waiting for their relative to get out of surgery. Hello, you aren't in Wuxtry's! It did impress WestPalm Kimmi and Feather that I bought my first Stripes album when I was entering the seventh grade though.) ANY-way... so I strike up a conversation and Deborah has no clue what I'm taking about but the other woman, Doorbell Woman, begins an extensive conversation on how she agreed to buy her 15-year-old son "Get Behind Me Satan" because she liked the "Ringin' my doorbell" song. (The only Stripes song acceptable for field service.) She continues to do her best to quote the lyrics, though being middle-aged, you can see she'd either listened to it once or is going through meonpause and having memory problems. She then asked if that was their only album. Pssh! Fifth, and their sixth was on store shelves as we were speaking and I couldn't get away because I was nervous about some cist on my boyfriend's hand. I proceed to explain the other albums that her son needs to get in order to really know Meg and Jack. She mentions something about how it's cute that a brother and sister can work together. Oh boy, now you've got me deep in conversation about something that you probably didn't really want to hear. So I explain how they were married until "Elephant" and then masquraded as a brother and sister and if you got into the band after their fourth album, you would never know because they look so much alike. I gave details on their birth names and how their is actually a certificate for their marriage from 1996 and that the divorce was some what public, etc. She then decided she'd get in touch with her son and tell him to look up the new album and that as soon as she left the hospital, they would go get the album. I then plugged myself up to my Zen and Doorbell Woman and Deborah proceeded to have a conversation about how long it takes at a hospital.
A victory for Jack and Meg.
I was conversing with a friend of mine in Tennessee, Smithville to be exact, who is also a fan and has been since "Elephant." Eh, let's give him a nickname. None of you know him, so I'm on my own here. Camper Chris. (inside joke w/ me and his sister.) He borrowed a copy from a friend of his in the congregation. We began discussing how I burned Jammie's a copy and his fiancee and I have been on a crusade because she is very much a fan as well. He gave "Icky Thump" a 4 out of 5. Jamie said it's such a better album than "Get Behind Me Satan." Really, it is. Camper Chris said that the friend that he borrowed his copy from was very unwilling to part with it, but it was the first album that Jack and Meg released that this guy liked. He really loved it infact.
Another victory for Jack and Meg.
Here's two updated pictures of the cutie taken this morning by Mr. Thompson:
So it's a little less than a week until the White Stripes new release "Icky Thump." I'm still throughly excited and trying to scrape some pennies together. Not sure how I'm going to obtain this album, since at 10 AM I will most likely be at Athens Regional with the Clasky parents and Andy. (He's going in for minor surgery and asked me to come with them.) At some point during the morning, I will probably have to sneak down to Wuxtry's and get myself a much needed copy of what I've been waiting months for. A few days ago though, I recieved my daily White Stripes update by way of their newsletter than I signed up for (they're playing a special show in west Hollywood if anyone wants to fly out there with me and still have the chance of not getting a ticket cuz there's only about 100 for this show), and they've made 3,333 limited edition USB Flash drives of both Jack and Meg. Check 'em out: http://whitestripes.kungfunation.com/. I just thought that was the most off the wall but intresting way to release an album. Very much Jack and Meg's style. The whole album is on there in Apple Lossless format, but the drives work with PCUs and Macs. If someone wants to be LOVED FOREVER they can be awesome and spend $100 on me and get the set. Nah, just kidding, but they would be totally awesome to have and if I had the money to be a die hard collector of White Stripes merch, believe me, I would've already had these preordered.
