Down The Rabbit Hole.

It's been awhile.

Life is grand. Not to be confused with a biscuit. I now have a new roomate. New friends.
Everything seems new, haha.

Destiny moved out. Way too much drama there. Not paying rent, eating all the food, yelling when we had people over, and yelling when we didn't have people over. Le sigh. BUT, she has moved out. And Joey moved in.

I am having a overdosage of gay right now. I need to go back to Wylie just to remember what manly men are like. Haha.


Pictures:

Obviously, we are all a little crazy here. I suggest you run. :)

Quickly.

Life Starts Here

Wow. I think an update is in order.

In short form:

-I have moved out.

-I am now sharing an apartment with two amazing people.

-I am back in school, studying for my BA in Psychology.

-I have two new tattoos.

-I now have bangs.

Pictures:

All in all, life is good right now.

(Aside from the ghost in the bathroom.)

Crazy Times

Ok, so. I'm getting ready to move out of my parent's home. Again. Hopefully for good this time. Where, you say? Oh, in with Heather Fae. Wooooh.

I have to say thank you to Mrs. Philipose right here. Had she not sat me next to Heather on my first day WHS, it is a high possibility we would not be friends now. So, thank you Mrs. P. Thank you. :)

Ok, not much of a post. But I am going to Destiny's. More on this craaaazy week later.




Peace.

I almost told you that I loved you.

You wanna know my biggest pet peeve of all time, like, the one way you can push every single one of my buttons at once?

Ok, I will tell you.

Shhh, come closer. It's a secret.


It's......









HYPOCRITES!

You make me sick. "Oh, let us thanks God for all He has done, He is amazing, I love Him so much, while I am out having sex with guys and getting so piss faced drunk, I have to be carried out of the bar. But, at least I'm in church the next day, and no one is the wiser!"


I am not in a good place right now. I think I might go hide.

Ugh.

To think, I thought I was IN LOVE WITH YOU.

Pardon me for a moment.
gay idiotic sparkly mc-stupid head.

"I almost told you that I loved you. Thank God I didn't, cause it would've been a lie. I say the wierdest things. When your around me. I almost told you that I loved you. I'm not the one that you want. Not the one that you need. But love is a freaking disease."

Children. Vampires. And Showers.

Isn't it funny how little kids can be so darn cute, but so so cruel at the same time?

Well, yesterday I was watching the McLaughlin kids. Pretty much the only kids I EVER watch, because I lurve Dyame. But anyways. We were playing hide'n'seek (which Crowin rocked at, by the way) and I had decided to let Corwin count. Oh no. So I had to hide. In a house made for children. What to do, what to do.

Well, I ended up in the shower. I had noticed that neither of the munchkins had been hiding in there, so I thought it was a good plan. A little TOO good apparently. Corwin had soon found Faith (she's a giggler), and both were running around trying to find me. At this point I really have to pee, and I could see a spider on the ceiling. So I rustled the curtain, thinking Corwin would hear.

No such luck. I sighed, and continued waiting. And waiting. And waiting.

FINALLY, Faith, in a moment of genius, says, "Corwin, what if she's in the bathroom?" Corwin laughed at that, but Faith was not to be detered. She can be rather stubborn sometimes.

So she marched into the bathroom, ripped aside the curtain, and stared at me. I stared back, and then said "BOO."

She ran.

Ah, kids. Gotta love them.

So then we were fixing a snack. I say we. Really I mean I was fixing a snack, while the little tyrants oversaw the operation. Corwin was jabbering about star wars and halloween, when he randomly says I'm not his favourite. Ok, now THAT hurts.

So I asked who was. He didn't know. Faith didn't either.

Oh well. They ate their snack, and wanted to play some more. I said no more hide'n'seek. Begging ensued.

Guess who their favourite was at that point?


Oh yeah, Dyame. Sorry if Corwin now knows what vampires are.

At least he doesn't know they suck blood.

(but he does think werewolves are cool. (; )

Ventilation system.

I would like to vent some of my frustration and stress. And this is just about the only place for me to do it.

Frustration=anger. This is the last time I am going to talk about this. But, I am going to get it all out. It may not be pretty. I might explode.
I am so utterly, and entirely PISSED at Bryan. And myself. It’s like, even though we are broken up, he still expects to do what he wants.
I am sick of his pity party. I am sick of his lies. I am sick of his bull.
Do NOT tell everyone it was all my fault. Do NOT tell everyone I broke up with you. Do NOT lie about me. Do NOT expect me to be you friend.
It was MY fault when you lost you position as youth intern, because I looked at your email. Well, guess what? If YOU hadn’t been SOLICITING MEN ON CRAIGSLIST, there wouldn’t have been anything to find!! How do you not get the fact that you HAD to be removed from your position? You were going to camps with young boys, staying in rooms with them. Not to mention, the pastors couldn’t risk having you on staff, when you were doing that. And do NOT tell me that you did it because you were sooooo scared of your LOVE for me. BULL! That’s not love. Love wouldn’t do that. You cheated on me. You lied to me, and you cheated on me. It was your decision, not mine. Do not blame it on me. Take responsibility for it.

Oh, and what about DTS? You were never accepted. You never even submitted the application. But you found nothing wrong with telling everyone you were accepted, and then raising money for your trip. And then spending that money on other things, NOT MISSION RELATED. Oh, and what about the fact that the pastors had forbidden you from raising money within the church? You cheated both the church and Beth out of money. That makes me sick to my stomach.

Oh, and counseling? How you were “ok after one session?” Yeah. He has a four session minimum. Nice try.

Don’t expect me to be nice. Don’t expect me to be your friend. I’m not a doormat. And I sure as hell am not going to keep my mouth shut. If ANYONE asks me what happened, I will tell them. I am done lying to people about it.
If you didn’t want them to know, you shouldn’t have done it.

And on a side note, if Dyame had called me a female dog, or done half the crap you’ve pulled in the past month, I would have a hard time being her friend.
But, unlike you, Dyame wouldn’t do that.
Do I hate you? No. Am I pissed? Yes. Will I ever trust you again, or even want to talk to you again? Not likely.

Stress=my life.

I feel as if my life is so far off track, I won’t ever get it back to where it is supposed to be. It is frustrating to say the least. I don’t know what to do about school. I am in debt. For stupid things.

It sucks.

I think I have vented enough. Sorry guys.

Things that should be against the law.

Here is my list of things that are currently legal, but should seriously be illegal.

1. Partial birth abortion
2. Mondays
3. Flaming gay men. They frighten me.
4. Sparkly vampires. I will sic Spike on them.
5. Interns that are really rude and annoying. Seriously, throw them in jail!
6. Saying any kid is cuter than Tarabell Mclaughlin. Just ain't possible. Well, aside from Faitharie and Corwin, of course.
7. Using plastic bags. It isn't hard to use cloth or paper.
8. Cheetah print pants.
9. Skinny jeans on boys. Or girls for that matter.
10. Biker shorts.
11. Socks with sandles.
12. Making our freedom of speech illegal. Which is slowly happening.
13. White boy dancing.
14. Wearing jeans and high heels.
15. Wearing board shorts and high heels.
16. Wicca.
17. Mormans.
18. Bad chinese food.
19. Open marriages and/or swingers.
20. Girly not-gay men. A.K.A.- metros. Metro is not in. Hugh Jackman, however, is. Yay hairy men!
21. Gnomes. They are just creepy.
22. Mullets. Sorry Billy-ray.
23. For that matter, Miley Cyrus.
24. Faux hawks. Either do it all the way, or don't do it.
25. Pink on men. It is NOT hot.
26. Microsoft. Let's be honest. Macs ARE better.
27. Dreadlocks. Lice are not cool. At all.
28. Fingernail polish on males. Explain to me again how black nail polish makes you hard core? Pretty sure it makes you GAY.
29. Eyeliner or eyemakeup on guys. Yeah. No.
30. Guys with hair past their shoulders.
31. Hugh Jackman. It HAS to be a crime to be that smexy.
32. Hugh Jackman in yellow leather pants. Please stick to Wolverine.

Jamie helped, haha.

Vampires do NOT sparkle.

Just ask Spike.

No really. I love Twilight. Don't get me wrong. It is a great story, if you can get past the whole "I love you, but I want to eat you. And by the way, I have been watching you sleep, and I plan on isolating you from everyone" thing. But Buffy owns. Vampires should be like Spike and Angel. They don't pretend to be something they aren't. They are evil, and they know it. But they DO fight for good, for whatever reasons...like having a soul, or a chip in your head that won't let you hurt humans...anyway. And, vampires do NOT sparkle. In the words of Heath and Jake : Now THAT'S gay.

Yes, I watched Buffy last night. Courtesy of Dyame. I needed some Buffy therapy. I watched my two all time fave episodes: Once More With Feeling, and Tabula Rasa.

Awesomeness in a pure form, haha. All time favourite line
"Sodding, blimey, shagging, knickers, bollocks. Oh, God. I'm English.'"-Spike
"Welcome to the nancy tribe."-Giles

Or should I say Randy?




:)

How to say goodbye.

Let's just start this out by saying I am a animal person. I know, how could you even guess, with all the gerbil talk. But this isn't about my baby boys. This is about a friend I have had since I was in the third grade. Theo. My true baby boy.

I found him walking home from school one day. Well, I should say some boys in the neighborhood found him. He was sitting under a tree, trying to walk up to the boys, while they threw dirt clods at him. It was the saddest thing I had ever seen. He was meowing sadly. I ended up screaming at the boys, and throwing a few of my own dirt clods. I then went and grabbed the poor baby. That was when I realized why he wasn't running away. His back paw was completely broken. I carried him home, and tried to talk my mom into letting him stay. Like always, she said no. But he had his own plans.

My mom and I went grocery shopping that night. When we got home, I saw the cat still on the front porch, but didn't really think anything of it. Much to my suprise, however, as soon as my mom opened the door, he was in. We couldn't get him out. He just sat and looked at us. So my mom said he could stay for the night. Everything changed when my dad got home though. He sat down on the couch, and patted the spot beside him. The cat jumped right up and started purring. He was in.

We named him Theodore. (Theo, for short.) And he became a huge part of our family. He was there when my dad died, and he was there to welcome me home from Florida and juvie. And he was there a month ago, to welcome me home again.

But now, his time is coming to an end. I don't know how to deal with him like this. He won't eat. He's listless. Right now he is walking around meowing horribly. I don't know how to say goodbye to my baby.

So please pray for my little boy.

Toes and other things.

I got my first pedicure in almost 7 months today. It was heavenly. My toes, on the other hand, are a not-so-heavenly black now. I like it. Even my mom liked it. Woooo-ow.

I added to my gerbil kingdom today. They now have a second cage connected via tunnels. With more room, climbing space, and yet another spintastic wheel, they are def. the kings of the house. Jazz and Eddie are currently chasing each other on one of the various wheels. It is pretty funny when they get going really fast and the Jazz stops and slides over Eddie.

Jazz up in the sand-bath

Eddie: This is the only way to get him still.

Jake. He's my baby.

All of my babies.

1, 2, 3, 4, I declare thumb war!

I added a new gerbil to my clan today. Jasper. He is an adorable, all black little baby. And getting along fine with the others, I might add. I also bought all my babies a new cage. With all the tunnels.

Eventually I want to make them a habitat out of a fishtank. Those make it easier to replicate their natural habitat. But for now, they have a colorful cage, with lots of tubes, and a spintastic wheel Eddie can't get enough of. There is also a room way on the top to put sand in that Jake adores. Jazz? He like to go all the way out in the tubes, and sleep.

Earlier Eddie and Jazz were boxing! It was a-freakin-dorable. All fun and play of course.

Ok, seriously this blog is becoming all about gerbils.

Normal life stuff:
My mom made her first batch of stir-fry tonight. It was yumishlish. My dad wasn't digging the mushrooms, but I thought they were good.

I am currently sicker than a dog. And very medicated. A very strange feeling.

Woow...my life is boring.

Here we go...

Ok, I'm a little new at this. But I figured a blog was a good way to get stuff out there, work on my writing skills and just have fun.

So...what to write about. I know! Gerbils. I recently bought two. ( a good trade, my mom said. ) Jamie named them Edward and Jake. Yes, we both love twilight. They are adorable to the extreme. And having them has made me learn some interesting things. Like:

A) Gerbils are desert rodents. This means that they cannot eat food with high water content because their kidneys are made for low water availability.

B) Alot of people believe that gerbils will kill and eat each other, but this is typically not true. Gerbils WILL, however, eat another gerbil if it is dead and left in the cage. This is a leftover instinct. In the desert, a dead carcass would attract predators, so the easiest thing for them to do is dispose of the carcass. This is a common behaviour in most rodents.

C) Gerbils "box". Seriously, like kangaroos. They will stand up and push each other around until one wins. This can be playful or violent.

D) Gerbils have scent glands on their stomachs. The dominant gerbil will mark all of the others with these.

Ok, I think that is enough. Seriously, they are amazing creatures! Go get one!