So I’ve been frequently sad about the absence of my best friend Liz. I hate it. And the only plan I have with her at the time is Adventure Island, and I need to fabricate money some how for that. I just miss her. She’s so perfect to just talk to forever. We gossip and stuff. I miss wrestling and walking and adventuring and being close and faaaaaaaaah. D: I know when I see her again we’ll just fill each other in and freak out at differences and maybe go get some tacos. It’ll be exciting. She just needs to materialize for me. Just not right now. I’m honestly pooping right now. I kinda wanna accomplish something before I see her though. So it’s not all just gossip things. Like hey I got my ged and stuff and blah accomplishment accomplishment. She’s always perfect and I wanna do something awesome too. Dammit. I still need to give her her Christmas stuff.
I want a lady to talk about my female things like it’s no big deal. Or well, everything. Like oh hey I just had the worst night. I’m on my period and I’m all laying down reading and BAM. Sneeze. So I like. Squirt. But not like a squirt gun cause I goes only half way and goes to the back of my pants completely missing my pad. I had to go hand wash my turtle pjs and favorite undies… And I want that to set off one of her stories and tell me that hers is worse so we can fight over period stories or if it is worse than mine then thanks I had a nice laugh at your expense and you made me feel better so you’re beyond lovely. So much run ons. Back to Wuthering Heights.
Good morning. I’ll be posting pictures of animals and little kids later. Going on a field trip to farms and things with my niece’s kindergarten class. I feel old.
Hey Tumblr. Life has been manageable, which is extremely cool. It’s really cold here at the moment. I found out there are places like Spring Haven yesterday. Fall and Summer havens could possibly exist. I ordered a book to study. Decided its time to move on with that aspect. No use in holding myself back. Yoe’s getting in school soon. If the system would hurry up. He’s so lovely. I mean, we fight sometimes but that’s normal. He’s wonderful to have around and I adore the guy. Doesn’t feel like it’s been almost a year. I’m tired. A nap or some workout might need to happen. He’s still asleep so I may be able to cuddle. Rosie looks tired too.
So. It is thought that I would make a perfect accountant/bookkeeper thingermajig do to my organizational skills upon other things. I don’t think she’s entirely wrong. (My mom.) I like to do paperwork, I love I organizing, I like to help, and I already do my mom’s taxes so that side wouldn’t be any different. I think I’d be a good personal assistant as well. In business or a person’s personal finances. Creating budgets and things is fun. They say do something you love, right? I love and am good at organizing finances and junk. My mom just handed the wheel to me so in the next two months I’ll have her out of the negative and putting money back for the rainy day as well. When I see I save money, it makes me happy. All ‘bout that life. There’s also me and my love, nature at foot. Environmental Engineering isn’t beyond me. Helping to preserve and make well with nature? Yes. Trees are my favorite things in the world. I know I can’t stop constructions happening, but I can help them go greener. The thing is, I’m not good at that. So gah. I also am in love with the medical field. College, you better help me out with my confusion.
I’ve written this on my phone. That sucked. Typing is more fun.
My heart is not ready. It’s just not. I can’t read that. I’m being toyed with. My fragile metaphorical heart cannot deal with these feels you are giving me. I have to finish this book. I… Fuck you. Fuck you so hard. You make me fall in love then you rip the perfection a new asshole. How are you so cruel? You are Hitler. You distribute these to break everything of your readers. I love you, you horrible, horrible man. I’m waiting a day to finish this, though. I can’t do it right now. I need to build up strength. That line will echo in my thoughts until the tears find my pillow. Fuck.
People are saying everyone nowadays wants a tattoo. One, no generalizing. Untrue. Secondly, it’d be untrue no matter. I believe it’s the same amount who saw people with tattoos as a young kid and just wanted one since. I’ve always wanted one since my mom got them. Which was around fifth grade. I’ve been planning the same thing since then, basically. I just always thought the tattoo artist would think it’s stupid so I threw out the idea. Of course that was when I was little. I don’t give a damn what they think, it’s for me. Duh. I always worried too much about other people. Anywhat, it’s not more people. They’re just starting to talk more about it now since it’s more realistic. Some finally got jobs, others are now of age. It’s just a thing. The criticism is ridiculous. I’m happy for anyone who wants or has one. It just means they more comfortable in their skin now. When you want something permanent like that and you’re of sound mind (not drunk) it’s for you. You want something to complete your body. To make it more you. I’m not sure if I could ever explain it. Some people will see it my way, others tattoo for reminders. It bothers me that there is any criticisms. Oh, you want a house to live in without your parents to be free and be yourself? Lol y u so conforming? Odjdossial I’m bad with examples. It’s just a rant. Take why you want of it.
I hold my breath when I plug in my phone. Or maybe it was just this once. Who knows? Is it a concentration thing?
Today I got my library card, and also taught my niece how to say “library”. Both made me feel quite accomplished. Three books are to be shipped to the house within the next couple weeks. C: I applied at Publix today as well. My “room” stayed clean and tomorrow we will scrub the rugs. I also applied at Kmart, Walgreens, Pet Supermarket, and I believe CVS. I’m not entirely sure, so I’ll try again to be safe. Publix was the only one I did at the store. I love Publix so much, so I really hope I get a call back. I’ll be there every 60 days if I don’t. Publix is the place of choice, honestly. Get dried fruits and a water for lunch, and I’d be happy for the day. I call about Yoe’s school Monday, again. Last time the lady wasn’t in. Suckerfish. Speaking of, the relationship is super lovely, as always. Just a check in on that.
I don’t think I do enough around the house here, though. For St Pete it was fine just cleaning. Here, I don’t feel like it’s ever enough. I must clean, cook, work, pay.. I have to start life to feel okay living with her. It’s not bad, but I get depressed easily when I don’t get calls back for jobs or I didn’t finish the dishes that day. No matter how old I get, I always wanna make mama proud, you know? I feel like I need to get smarter still. Eh. Complain complain. I’m going to cuddle up to my love and watch Supernatural till sleepy sleeps. Goodnight, Tumblr. Stay well.
I adore simple living. Having few things and loving it, you know? I am such a scatter brain. It’d be nice to own the necessities with little otherwise. I get rid of loads daily, yet I can’t seem to be rid of much. Somehow it stays the same, sometimes grows. Doesn’t make sense. I want the clutter disappear. Poof.
It’s a good morning. I feel like getting up and making beb breakfast. He’d kill me though. Waking him up at this.ungodly hour? Unheard of. Lmao eeehh, I kept him up late with my being annoying and all. The usual. I think torture ended around four. Or five.
I just feel like it’s a good day. Waking up earlyish, in which you do not believe the clock and stuff. When I woke up my thoughts were crazed. Whirled with a bunch of random things and junk. I’m still really sleepy, but at least I’m coherent. It was just really odd.
I’m supposed to hang out with Liz and Booger tomorrow but I think I might get stuck with babysitting. I don’t know yet but I really hope that turns out not.
Good morning. I feel like yoga.
I want a picture with everyone. Why aren’t we ever all in the same place anymore? I’m leaving the scene and this makes me sad.
Listening to that Spanish music I don’t understand at all watching the strange videos. I’m happy with this. Only if it wasn’t 3am and my beb was awake to dance with me. :c Why am I so awake?
They have a separate menu full of puns right now. It’s absolutely wonderful.
My rooms a mess and I wish there were an easier way to put in earrings. Cramps galore. Right now I’m debating on whether to read or watch Buffy. The only dark soda that I will drink is root beer. I really miss my tea.. It’s in the kitchen now but I’ve poked the bear this morning. I didn’t get up for breakfast that my elders made me, I’ve ruffled the spirits’ skirts. If I go out now, there will be some rather intense glares my way. I want to do a post a day but I’m sure that will fade soon so cherish these rarities. Once I get $30 I’ll be on my way to the office to learn things about stuff and hopefully be done with those things. I miss playing volleyball. Why doesn’t that happen anymore? I need active friends. Well, I think I have them. They just have hidden in their lairs so long that I’ve forgotten they’re active. That makes sense. Just turn it over a few times. I’m not fond of life right now, but I’m happy looking into what it will be soon.
Have a good day, guys.
