tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54888337871063786082024-03-05T10:06:23.598-08:00Dance Among The StarsDragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-24248783289448885782008-02-20T08:14:00.000-08:002008-02-20T08:16:48.882-08:00MovedI moved here because blogger has been randomly deleting posts and just in general sucking at life. So hopefully wordpress will be better. :)--dragonDragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-26035551526946383042008-01-26T01:17:00.000-08:002008-01-26T01:42:28.836-08:00Say It Like You Mean ItWhat do you do when your best friend turns out to be a complete fraud? When you find out that pretty much every word they ever said to you was a lie? I feel as if someone has ripped my heart out, doused it with rubbing alcohol, and handed it back. Is it wrong to feel like another girl has broken your heart? I thought she was my best friend. I thought she was too good to be true. Well, as it turnsDragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-7550910061408902052008-01-21T21:30:00.000-08:002008-01-21T21:55:22.890-08:00End of DaysI think, therefore I fear. I have an obsession with Armageddon and the end of the world. I have pretty much been interested (i.e. terrified) in since I was about 12 years old and first really comprehended the implications of death and war. I know most of the prophecies, and have researched almost all of them. I am particularly obsessed with 12.21.2012. I have nightmares about it, I will have Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-88340278466759593942008-01-15T16:05:00.000-08:002008-01-15T16:48:04.719-08:00I've Been Here Before, But Not Like ThisWhen is talking enough? How much is unspoken, a hand brushed across my cheek, breath on my face as words are whispered into my ear? How much can be contrived by voice and pictures sent, little arbitrary notes in stolen moments at work, movies shared from across the endless space? How long can I take this? I ache to be in the same room, sharing the same space. I've been here before, but not like Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-30931324310292711092008-01-05T13:02:00.000-08:002008-01-05T19:21:53.535-08:00Your World Is Killing MeBored and lonely. The weather today and yesterday has been bad. Really bad, especially yesterday (note: if you live in some part of the world that actually has real storms, you're going to laugh at me. But this is California. We don't have real storms here). The wind blew trees and telephone poles down all over the place, roads were closed, and pretty much the only part of town that still had Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-38358336548354099572007-12-31T21:31:00.000-08:002007-12-31T21:55:51.976-08:00In Search Of The Rising SunWell, here we are on the eve of a whole new year. I have spent this year in a holding pattern, and only now am I beginning to take off. Will gravity hold me earthbound, or will I break free and soar? Only time will tell. I can only hope that I will make it. So, as tradition dictates, I am here to outline my goals for 2008. With a bit of luck and a whole truckload of determination, I will conquer Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-86691451128817694572007-12-29T07:28:00.001-08:002007-12-29T07:38:56.305-08:00Home Sweet HomeI completely forgot the most important news of all: I moved. I now have my very own apartment. For the first time ever. Due to a mess of complicated and asinine mistakes by the management, it turned out that my mom and I didn't didn't qualify for the 3 bedroom apartment. So they asked us to move out. Obviously, I was very upset. There was no way I could afford rent anywhere else, and my Mom and IDragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-70735906741419813492007-12-29T06:25:00.000-08:002008-12-08T17:50:20.190-08:00Sore Throats Suck. And Stuff.Hi blog, remember me? Yeah, me neither. So I have not written anything in a ridiculously long period of time, partially due to being insanely busy and partially because I'm just lazy. But I thought I would get back into the swing of things before the new year. Best to start off on the right foot, or I might not start off at all. In the past month(ish) I've been having some interesting things Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-75949814437981699842007-12-03T15:33:00.001-08:002007-12-03T15:50:24.999-08:00Thank God For Free Night And WeekendsI feel electric. There's really no other way to describe it. I haven't been this exhilarated in... years, honestly. I spent 10 hours (yes, you heard right, TEN. FULL. HOURS. That's 3 phone changes because my battery ran out and I had to switch to the house phone and vice versa, and innumerable disconnects because of my crappy cell signal) on the phone with Evan yesterday. He didn't call me and I Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-86193887375334156092007-12-02T14:50:00.000-08:002007-12-02T15:21:20.797-08:00Upchuck Seven UpI don't know why, well, I sort of do, but today I feel insanely nervous. It's rediculous. I feel far more nervous than I ever do about getting up on stage. It's the hollow nervousness in the pit of my stomach that keeps hinting that it may decide to cause me to throw up any moment. I sort of know the reason, but even that is incredibly rediculous. There's a guy, Evan, who I dated a few years backDragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-28802513771376700522007-12-01T15:53:00.000-08:002007-12-01T15:59:52.827-08:00Space, The Final FrontierMom's moving out. She and Sam are going to move back in with Russ, my stepdad. So Samantha, a friend I've had since I was 13, and Christian, her boyfriend, are going to move in with me. Do you know what that means??? I GET A ROOM ALL TO MYSELF!!!! Sweet! Chase and I will take the upstairs bedrooms and they'll take the downstairs bedroom, and so I'll finally have a room all to myself devoid of Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-53752923077944913482007-11-24T00:02:00.001-08:002008-12-08T17:50:20.356-08:00More Holiday CutenessIt's funny, I haven't been writing lately because there is too much to write. I don't write often enough and so everything builds up and I feel overwhelmed because when I sit down at the computer something always comes up. So I end up saying nothing. How silly is that? Anyway, I took Chase to the mall on Sunday to get his picture taken with Santa. This is by far the best Santa ever, I'd have to Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-13316745625696981852007-11-21T23:20:00.001-08:002008-12-08T17:50:21.049-08:00Sandy Claws Is Coming To TownIt has been my long-standing tradition to wear a Santa hat on Thanksgiving.I have decided to implement a similar tradition with Chase, at least until he is old enough to protest:(tell me this isn't the cutest face)I very much love to dress him up in various cute things. For example:And of course, my favorite, the Biker Buffin:I loves me some cheeky outfits :D --DragonDragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-16534982093125675222007-11-16T22:32:00.000-08:002007-11-16T22:49:29.068-08:00Not Enough To Go AroundLife isn't going so well.I just started a new job and I tried to quit today. The only reason I didn't quit is because the owners, Andy and Cyndy, made me feel so much better. We sat down and talked about it and they were completely understanding. I feel like a wreck. I had the worst day. Everything was going wrong. I just freaked out. I couldn't do anything right, everything was just so Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-61142823944062154142007-11-12T22:19:00.000-08:002007-11-12T22:21:14.828-08:00Good NewsI finally found a new job, by the way. Merry Maids. And I go to the college on Saturday to register for my spring classes. Things are finally starting to fall in to place. Almost, anyway. Thank goodness. --DragonDragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-33768552388310483752007-11-12T22:04:00.000-08:002007-11-12T22:31:17.505-08:00Setting The StandardI am so tired.I am smart. I am a very hard worker. I am a loyal and dedicated friend. I take pride in myself, my work, and my effect on others. I sometimes complain too much, but I try not to. All my life, people expect more from me than they do from others, because I am smart, I am a hard worker, I am a loyal and dedicated friend, and I have a sense of honor and pride.In school, I was expected Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-46153409915327941742007-11-09T15:51:00.001-08:002008-12-08T17:50:22.039-08:00NovemberDragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-22559385807953761472007-11-07T22:38:00.000-08:002007-11-07T22:42:16.335-08:00Lose ControlThis is how it feels toLose controlAnd I'm trying so Hard not to take it But another night like thisI might not be ableTo make itLike I've got the choice now,Oh noSo I'm running hard for youWell past the time I should have let goLike it will change Something, no, nothingI should have let it goBut I haven't gotThe choice now, Oh noHaven't got the choice nowSo keep on pushing Hard on me nowWith Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-82393439883137925482007-10-31T23:08:00.001-07:002008-12-08T17:50:22.136-08:00Only Rock And Roll Can Save Us NowWent and saw Chevelle on the 28th. It rocked. They played with Tyler Read and 2 Cents. Very good show. I got to meet Tyler Read and have my CD signed and my picture taken with them(that's Erik and me in the middle). It was on Erik's phone though, so not a very good picture. Still, it was awesome. They were very nice. One of the guitarists gave me a quarter to buy their CD because I was short. HowDragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-67844828284613766262007-10-23T04:08:00.000-07:002008-12-08T17:50:22.385-08:00And The Beat Goes OnI've been rather busy lately. I didn't have internet for a week when we first moved in, and then when we did get it I didn't have a spare moment to write. Chase is being rather fussy lately. He suddenly has decided that he will wake up even more often during the night and half the time he wants to stay awake. Um, no. Sorry buddy, but that's just not happening.Suki died. We couldn't bring her or Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-33011670314636658072007-10-10T00:56:00.000-07:002007-10-10T01:18:03.736-07:00From Dwelling to HomeBeen feeling like crap. Things around here have been sucking incredibly hard lately-- broke, sleepless, stressed out, effing moronic me forgetting to take my meds every day so I've been feeling even more crappy, and worse, the running is in my head again. Sometimes I feel stifled, like my skin is too tight and I can't breathe, and I just want to run. When everything is a mess and I feel like Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-82059382536499348482007-10-08T05:51:00.000-07:002007-10-08T06:24:34.537-07:00Sleepless in ChicoDisclaimer: I have a VERY dirty mouth. I curse like a sailor. (You can thank my high school friends for that) Please forgive me if I cause offense.I just want to sleep. How is that too much to ask? Sleep- a basic human need. But no. I get no sleep. This is partially my fault. Sort of. I don't go to bed until midnight or one. But in my defense, I usually can't fall asleep until then anyway. Then, Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-82657248047853361032007-10-02T10:00:00.000-07:002007-10-03T21:58:48.803-07:00Dear Nasty, Skanky, Trailer Trash Hookers Who Insist On Mentally Putting Their Filthy Paws All Over My SonDear Tami and Mari:Let me first say that for one brief moment I liked you. Then you turned into a bunch of crazy skanky bitches. You remember your other daughter, Desi, don't you, Tami? The one I was friends with all throughout high school? Well she's on permanent disability because she can't even function in the real world thanks to your effed up family, siccing all the other kids on her and Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-64563946059575550482007-09-27T17:46:00.000-07:002008-12-08T17:50:22.770-08:00SquishfaceI thought perhaps I should post something happy and lighthearted to balance out all the negative sounding posts lately. Life is not all bad, really. I'm just having a sort of bad time lately thanks to boredom, poorness, and a lack of more than 4 or 5 consecutive hours of sleep (and that's on a good night). But there are a few good things going on. There's Chase, of course (the kid's going to growDragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488833787106378608.post-52539110255965840072007-09-27T10:24:00.000-07:002008-12-08T17:50:22.888-08:00Love Shouldn't HurtI had a post in mind today about being poor and how tired I was of never having enough money. Then I read Granny's newest post and found this:My father is friendly, charismatic, funny, helpful, and entertaining. He is also an abuser. People who have met him often can't believe that he could be capable of some of the things he has done. So often people believe that they would know an abusive Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698870119394137697noreply@blogger.com2