My last post...

I will not be posting on this blog any more, just in case anyone is wondering. I will be switching over to WordPress.com. I like the fact that you can password protect some entries, making it more like a journal. The whole reason I got a blog was because I'm better at typing (when I try) than I am at articulating myself through the spoken word. If I ever decided to come back to Blogger, I'll let you know.

My new blog

But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller...

After spending the past two weeks being bombarded with hearts, candy, and flower advertisements, you would think I'd be bitter and totally agree with this video...



But I wasn't, I became upset that people could be that jaded and cynical about relationships, but I guess they are.

I know the first time I found you wonderful....

While most of my constituents, the single and lonely, are dreading this "holiday", I'm rejoicing. Granted the reason why I'm so happy on this day has nothing to do with Valentine's Day, it does have to do with loved ones. A year ago today, the doctors proclaimed that my father was in remission. For months I was terrified, and as much as I like to think of myself as independent, I'm still "daddy's little girl" who was scared of his future. So this morning, instead of wishing him a Happy Valentine's Day, I wished him another year of good health, because no matter how old I get, my dad will always be my first Valentine.

But at the end of the day you know...

I've become this catatonic shell of a person. Logically I know that Stanley was just a dog, but to me he was so much more. He was the keeper of my secrets, my hopes, my dreams, and he never judged me. For 14 years, he was my partner in crime, my best friend, my shoulder to lean on, someone I could love with my whole heart. And in an instant he was gone, no one last goodbye cuddle, kiss, bark, sneeze, fart, or tail wag. I feel like this huge chunk of me is gone, and I don't know how to piece myself back together. I knew no matter what happened, Stanley would always be there for me, and now I don't have that safety net. Sure I have friends, but friends judge, even when they don't mean to, it is after all human nature.

RIP Stanley
2/8/09

Prove it all night...

I need to stop agreeing different activities, wasting what little free time I have, and eating so many Cheerios!

Oh look what you've done....

JOSH: THIS POST IS NOT ABOUT YOU, JUST TO SAVE US A HALF HOUR OF POINTLESS CONVERSATION AGAIN.

I don't know what to do with myself any more, up until this year everything was some what normal and sane. My best friend was sane, she wasn't as insecure and he boyfriend wasn't an ass. Classes were fine, I was content with my major and my back up plan. I never thought to major in anything else. My friends were like family, my three friends and I did everything together. Each one served a major part in getting me through the day, Cassie and Cathleen for just about everything and Kurt for my texting addiction and sports fix. I listened to the same crappy bands I always had, and I watched more movies than Ebert and Ropert combined. I just want to go back to that, where the most embarrassing thing in my life was my lovely comment of "Now I can die happy", and tears were shed over expos deadlines.

I never like looking back and wishing for the past, I'm very future oriented. There's to much for me to do, no time to pine for the past, but after these past few weeks I wonder sometimes. Friendships have ended, new ones begun, fights have been had, laughter has echoed through the halls, but in the end, I wonder if any of them have been worth it....

But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate...

My TA scares the crap outta me.