This is pretty much just for Carrie, since I'm not super sure that anyone else really reads this.

Lets see, my life right now.
I got approved for a student loan, but it was only $313, so I'm prolly not going to school spring semester, because I won't have the money. I still haven't found a job, and can't drive, but I do have a car now. It's old, and has a shit ton of miles on it, but it runs. I need a name for it. Or well, him, since he's blue. He's a '96 Chevy Cavalier. Pretty awesome.

Oh and Carrie, that Chris kid and I are still dating. He's really awesome, and I think I love him. It's to the point that we talk so much, so when we don't I really miss him. And I think about him all the time :)

Hmmm, anything else? I got a hair cut. I have bangs now. And my hair is like two inches shorter. My dad's being installed as Worshipful Master at this lodge for Masons tomorrow, so that's kind of a big deal.

Nothing really ever happens to me, so I kind of feel lame. I end up sitting home all the time and doing nothing since I can't drive. I end school on this coming Wednesday. I have two papers and two exams and then I'm done for this semester. I haven't started the papers yet though. I'm being kind of a slacker. I made a couple friends in my classes, so that's always good.

I had some problems with my computer recently, so I no longer have any music. My computer was 49% fragmented and only had 16% free space on my hard drive, so to make some room it deleted all 3gb of my music. Turns out my disk was full of all the backups it had made of itself, so that problem is fixed now. BUT, I now only have a couple albums of music. Just Owl City and A Fine Frenzy I think. So, any suggestions for good music? Because I REALLY need some.

Well, I think that's just about it. I hope you've enjoyed this super lame update on my life!

I don't think their crazy, maybe a little weird, but not crazy. I am a skeptic though. I honestly think that if there were extremely intelligent life out there, we would know them already, not have them magically show up and dissappear again just to piss us off. I'm not saying there isn't life out there, but I  think UFOs are generally a load of crap.

School starts in two days. Because I'm poor, I'm only taking two classes; Psychology 211 and Sociology 211. I only go to school two days a week, and at night. I'm kind of worried about it. I still haven't found a job, and I can't drive, and now Allie can't drive. Her car was broken into like a week ago and it's no longer driveable. So basically I have to rely on my mom to take both of us to school. FAIL.

Anywhoozle, I still haven't found a job, but I do have a boyfriend. His name is Chris. It's kind of on the down low right now, but mostly because I want it that way, and he was fine with it.

I'm trying to think if there's anything else that's gone on that I should include, but I can't think of anythingggg.

I get very VERY quiet and suuuuper shy. I don't know why, I'm really friendly, but in most social situations I just clam up.

Hmm... Veronica Mars, Olivia Benson, and Nancy Drew (from the books, not the movie)

Possibly the worst day of my life. I found out today that I can't go back to school this semester because I can't get the money. I'm supposed to get the Michigan Promise scholarship, but because the state may be cutting the funding, I didn't get the money from it this semester. I also waited too long to fill out my FASFA to get a student loan. Now, if I wanted to a loan, I would have to pay the money upfront and be reimbursed later. My tuition costs almost $1000 plus whatever I have to pay for books. My parents say they think they can find the money somewhere, but I can't ask them to do that when they're as deep in debt as they are. I sent an email to the Financial department at Delta, basicially pleading with them to let me still get a loan, but I don't know if it's going to help at all...

So, to add on to the shittyness of my day, my sister broke my bedframe. My bed sits on a peice of particle board the rests on peices of wood that are screwed to the bedframe. I asked my sisters friend (who is skinnier to me) to sit in a chair that was broken and then fixed to make sure it was safe. I told her that I had broken it when I sat down too hard and Allie, to demonstrate, jumped up in the air onto my bed to show Katie and exaggerated version. She landed kinda hard, and broke one of the peices of wood that connects the head of my bed to the foot. She broke the wood on a diagonal almost halfway down the peice. My dad plans on helping me fix it when he gets home, but it doesn't change the fact that today sucks.


I've been feeling really overwhelmed lately. My sister basically hates me and we get in fights at the drop of a hat, I've been having a really hard time finding a job, and I desperately need one.

I'm finally done with school. I finished on thursday after taking an 8 and a half hour exam. I have to figure out what classes to take soon, before all the good classes close, and I have no idea what I want to major in.

It depends on what they did with their first chance.

i absolutely love carrie pahl
she's the best friend ever
she cheered me up today
and i sorely needed it

thanks carrie

I have a really annoying habit, even to myself sometimes, that I correct everyone's grammar constantly. And if they have something written down wrong, I say something about it. I know it annoys my friends.

My parents got back from Las Vegas this morning. It's kind of nice that they're home, but it sucks at the same time. While my parents were gone, I had free reign of the house. I could watch what I wanted on TV in the livingroom, I could go to sleep at 3 in the morning, and not take a shower til 5:30 at night. But at the same time, the house looked like shit. My sister had her friends over the entire week, and neither allie, or her friends, gave a shit about what the house looked like. They just wanted to get drunk. So shit got left all over the floor, and we didn't do dishes or laundry at all the entire week. It also sucks having them home because since my mom's been gone for a week, she's basically going to into mega-mom-bitch mode to make up for it. And, I know this is going to sound selfish, they didn't get me anything cool from Las Vegas. As always, my mom thinks the perfect gift for me is clothes. And she got me a shot glass. I would've settled for something awesome.

So other than my sister and her friends basically trashing our house, I had fun. Kevin came over on thursday and spent the night. He was being kind of weird about me touching him for some reason. I dunno  why. XD We watched The Blues Brothers friday morning, and then he had to go home. All in all, I had fun with him. I dunno if we're gonna be hanging out before he leaves to go back to Grand Valley, but I hope we do.

Well, I need to get going. It's 3:07, and I have yet to take my shower or eat breakfast.

One of my cats decided that today would be a good day to pretty much pee all over the place. Which ever one of them it was not only peed on my jacket, and the floor, but peed in this big basket of stuff my dad keeps by his chair. It was a basket full of electronics basically. So I got to spend 3 hours washing pee off all the things that could be saved and rinse-and-vacing the floor. I fear my hands will permanently smell like bleach.

On a happier note, Kevin is home for spring break, and we're gonna hang out. And my parents are leaving next week, on Monday, for Las Vegas for a week. It'll be nice to have some time away from my parents, and they'll be having fun too, so it's a win-win pretty much. Kevin and I are going to be watching The Blues Brothers sometime, because he's entirely amazed that I haven't seen it. I wish the VCR was working, so I could force him to watch Petes Dragon with me. I might hook it up and try.


It's been 7 weeks since I've written anything. The saddest part of that is that nothing has really happened since then. I took an exam for my Early Western Civ class, and I got a B. I turned in a paper for my English class and got an A. I'm pretty much acing my super easy math class, and I already took two exams for Chem. The first exam I got a B on, and I dont know the second one because we just took it this last wednesday. I still don't have a drivers license, a job, or a boyfriend. I still spend most of my time at home, though I have been hanging out with a couple of my friends lately.

Well, I think that's just about it.

Since I blogged last, and I just realized that. Christmas passed, rather eventfully. As with all holidays in my family, there was a lot of fighting, and my sister called the cops on my dad, and then amber called them again. Wonderful family fun, right? My sister I understand, because my dad was being kind of ridiculous, but Amber apparently was under the impression that if "someone didn't do something now [!], he was never going to learn", which was basically a bunch of crap. Though apparently, according to my sister, I've been brainwashed to think my dad is God. Woooow. Needless to say, my sister was basically being retarded. Christmas sucked, present-wise. We, as a family present, got a 42'' LCD flat panel TV, which is just too much if you ask me. Other than that I got clothes, a blanket, a deck of cards, candy, $80 for Barnes and Noble, some money from my parents and grandparents, and another flash drive. I already have 3 XD But it's alright. New Years was pretty good. I went to Erics house, and we had a party :D I was sore as hell when I woke up in the morning, but oh well, I had fun. Eric's friend Daniel was here from Kansas [he's foreign exchange from china] and it was really nice to see him. Also, I got to see Kevin while he was home. We hung out twice. The first time we exchange presents. I gave him 3 books and a CD, and he gave me Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. We watched Iron Man, which I must say I loved. We also hung out on New Years Day. We watched The Boondock Saints, and he didn't end up leaving until 2. But now he's back at school XD I dunno if I ever said anything about our cat Chloe, but she had some head trauma, and she was having seizures for a while. She's on phenobarbitol now though, so she doesn't have her seizures anymore, but she's still kind of weird.

Well, I think

I think I'm starting to fall in love with my best guy friend. He's always there for me, always understanding and willing to listen to me complain.Problem is he has a girlfriend. We liked each other a little in high school, but never did anything about it. Only after he moved away for college and we started talking a ton did I realize my feelings for him. I don't think I can tell him, because it would most likely freak him out, but I can't help how I feel. I think about him all the time. When he told me he had a girlfriend, I actually started to cry. Mind you, he didn't know that, but I cried. I dream about him constantly. He's basically perfect, but he doesn't really like me like that anymore since he's got a girlfriend and all. He knows that I like him, but he doesn't really understand the extent of it, just because I don't want to make him uncomfortable. He's coming home for his Christmas break, and we're hanging out. We're going to see Twilight together. And I'm giving him a ton of presents. I don't know what to do about my feelings for him though. I'm fine, I guess, with being just friends, but I would give just about anything for us to be together. I'm trying to keep the mindset that if it's meant to be, it'll be, but it's just so hard to wait. I actually had someone ask me out not to long ago, and I told him I didn't know if I wanted to go out [and I didn't tell him this] because I felt like I wanted to wait for my friend. And I know it sounds horrible that I want his relationship to crash and burn, but I have such strong feelings for him. I don't know what to do. XD 

I've pretty much decided that my mom is a bitch, and there isn't anything I can do about it. We got out tree on sunday,  but I didn't get a chance to put light on it until today. My mom was supposed to help me, but once again she's too lazy to get out her chair and help me. The tree is a little bit too tall, so I had to cut a couple branches off the top. The only pair of scissors I could find were my moms special lefthanded ones, and apparently I wasn't supposed to use them, so she bitched at me. We got in a fight, over a pair of scissors. How stupid is that? She told me to just drop the lights and she would do, but I was pretty sure she wouldn't. I told her fine and threw the lights. I stormed off and went in my room for about an hour, and when I went back out into the livingroom, guess what she hadn't done. The lights! so I picked them up and did it, and she didn't say a single thing to me.

God damn I hate the holidays.

Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.

I'm on fire, and now I think I'm ready to bust a move.

Hello, how are you?
Here's the day you hope would never come.
There've been so many girls that I've known.
Gold lion's gonna tell me where the light is.

Well, I came a long way to be here today, and I left you so long on this avenue.
Send me now, the winter's over
Last night, I had a dream.
She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island.

Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
This is my final resting place, I'm never gonna let my hands wander free.
And did I change your mind with what I said last night?
A plague in the workhouse, a plague on the poor now.

Today is a winding road, that's taken to places that I didn't want to go.
I cannot take this anymore, saying everything I've said before.
Early in the morning, the sun was up, and the sky was very blue.
Do away with people, blowin' my mind.

Uh huh, uh huh, well fine, not like it's even worth the time.
I will light your way tonight.
In your little white whicker chair, unsuspisicous, nobody cares for you.
No sir, well, I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.

Well, I've finally done it. I dunno if anyone ever reads this, except maybe Carrie Pahl, but I finally told Lyssa off.
Let me set the stage for this...

Friday night we were supposed hang out after she got home from... something, I don't really remember. I fully believed that she was going to come over, so instead of going to see the Chip-n-Dales with my sister, Amber, and my mom, and then going to the bar with my sister and Amber, I sat at home watching movies, alone, waiting for her. So around 11 I decided that she wasn't coming and texted her. She said she wasn't going to come over because she was "tired", and she would text me in the morning. I was pissed, but I basically blew it off. So the next day I keep trying to text her and call her to see if she was going to come over and hang out with me. I got pissed off at her and decided to leave a comment on her myspace, since she wasnt anwsering my texts or phone calls. I didn't mean to start a fight with her or anything, but I basically left her a comment saying that I was sick and tired of waiting around for her to decide it was convient for her to be friends with me. After I left her that she commented me back saying that I was "crazy, like stalkerish crazy", and apprently I lose all my friends. Oh, and apparently I need to get a life. Whatever. She's a dumb bitch, and I'm over it :D

I stole this from Carrie Pahl

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.


The Dante Club by Matthew Pearl


It should have been Lowell. He would never think to feel guilt at forcing Longfellow into the bricked-up, soul-confining Babylon od the world. Holmes wondered whether Longfellow resented him for it - whether he was capable of resentment or whether he was, as he was with so many human emotions, immune.

Holmes thought of Edgar Allen Poe, who had written an article entitled "Longfellow and Other Plagarists," accusing Longfeelow and all the Boston poets of copying every writer, living and dead, including Poe himself.

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