Ok- so Dashboard Confessional- love listening to them in the fall- there's just something about his voice that reminds me of a lighter time....
I used to listen to A Mark, A Mission, A Brand, A Scar when I was getting ready for school fresh/soph year- love his voice- love the lyrics- it's amazing.
I enjoy it. You should too...
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I started writing again. I don't think it's anything to write home about- I kinda just use it as my own thing. No, Im not going to post any of it on here- I'm one of those people who will be famous after she dies...
I'm convinced I need new pictures- I am tired of the same ones I keep looking at.
I want to deep clean my room. Really bad... throw out all the shit I don't need.
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Sara Jo brought up life after college... I would totally move in with her when she/we graduate. I want to move out sooner rather than later. I figure between the two of us we could pay rent.... that'd be so sweet. I wanna grow up...
16.9.08
goings on...
So I just got back from Lunch with Mom...
I definitely put too much thought into it. We just went to Olive Garden and had some soup salad and breadsticks. We chatted about work, life in general, our mutual annoyance that was Grandma. We talked about random stuff- then how things are going. I told her about my floral class- the one that I can teach... just the usual.
I wonder if this is going to become a weekly/monthly thing? I wonder if it'll just happen till this whole thing blows over?
I think I want to get my nails done today- I just cut them all down because they were getting gross- not like "I don't wash my hands gross" just not growing the right way due to work. I think I want to get a set on but the only thing stopping me is the fact I have to keep up with them. I need to find a nice nail place that I like- I don't trust the place I go currently to do it the way I'd like it done.
I'm trying to motivate to go buy clothes/bras/nice big girl shoes- but I have yet to do that.
I definitely put too much thought into it. We just went to Olive Garden and had some soup salad and breadsticks. We chatted about work, life in general, our mutual annoyance that was Grandma. We talked about random stuff- then how things are going. I told her about my floral class- the one that I can teach... just the usual.
I wonder if this is going to become a weekly/monthly thing? I wonder if it'll just happen till this whole thing blows over?
I think I want to get my nails done today- I just cut them all down because they were getting gross- not like "I don't wash my hands gross" just not growing the right way due to work. I think I want to get a set on but the only thing stopping me is the fact I have to keep up with them. I need to find a nice nail place that I like- I don't trust the place I go currently to do it the way I'd like it done.
I'm trying to motivate to go buy clothes/bras/nice big girl shoes- but I have yet to do that.
desserts? stressed?
I blocked her- from both myspace/facebook the whole deal. She will not bother me again. As long as I can control the contact. I will never contact her- she will have to come to me. Still doesn't shake the fact that I want to kill her- *shrug*
*note* that was an expression only.. I wouldn't actually kill her....
I love Crossing Jordan- I could watch it all day.
I can't tell you how nice it is to have the past few days off. I'm so tired of work- I feel like that's all i do now. Granted- I adore my job- I just feel like I live there. It's such a physical demand- it's just so hard to stay motivated. Denise puts so much faith in me that it's hard to feel anything but obligated. *sigh*
I'm stressed.
*note* that was an expression only.. I wouldn't actually kill her....
I love Crossing Jordan- I could watch it all day.
I can't tell you how nice it is to have the past few days off. I'm so tired of work- I feel like that's all i do now. Granted- I adore my job- I just feel like I live there. It's such a physical demand- it's just so hard to stay motivated. Denise puts so much faith in me that it's hard to feel anything but obligated. *sigh*
I'm stressed.
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