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The life and mind of The Pest
Greetings fellow mortals. Welcome to the world that is my life. These are my thoughts feelings and the goings on of my benign existance. Enjoy, and comment if you will. Hopefully it's not too somber or the least bit contrived.
last modified May 21, 2004 at 14:41
I wrote this to try and win a poetry contest. What do you think?
How many times have you looked into those eyes?
Seen the hurt and the pain they've seen,
Wishing you could change many sad goodbyes,
Righting the wrongs of your life,
When you should not have been obscene.
How many tears have you seen fall?
When joy and laughter seemed to last,
Or anger you thought would overcome all,
Realizing the tear drop falling now,
Or even tears that indeed changed the past.
How often do you look in the mirror
And those aren't the eyes you used to see?
A long look reveals age and horror,
Because as time grew cold behind you,
You're not who you wanted to be.
As man grows old, things are done
That make him change and turn
Where intent and accident have become one
The mind slips and eyes grow dark,
When he knows he's going to burn.
I'm pretty sure that no one even looks at this thing anymore. Why would they? I mean I've limited my posts to about once a year. I'm really not that boring...just really busy. But like last time, I suppose I ought to do an update. My son, Charles is now 18 months, and kinda driving me nuts. I'm no longer working for Check into Cash; they canned me on the last day of June. I guess that's what happens when you bring your kid with you to work one day. It's all good. I've actually been wanting to leave for quite some time now. The question is, what do I do now?
Well, I look for a job. I've been looking since the day AFTER I was fired. It was my original day off, so I went ahead and took it. If by any chance anyone actually looks at this thing, let me know of any jobs you might know of (that's in Denver anyway).
Right.
Well, I better get going. I'm at my brother's house and I have to get to the store. I'm having hoagies with my mom. Oh yeah, my mom is back in town and she'll probably be leaving in another week or two.
Ta.
And my life has thoroughly changed since my last posting. So to make a brief update:
Nov. 5, 2005: I met Charles. Believe me you'll find a surprise.
April 16, 2006: I transferred to a store in Colorado Springs, CO in hopes of not losing my job; the store I was at closed down forever.
July 7, 2006: Albertsons laid me off, even after the transfer.
August 1, 2006: I was hired with Check into Cash as a CSR.
December 27, 2006: I married Charles. It was as soon as we could actually afford to do so. We were married by common law back in April, but we wanted to be legally married.
January 5, 2007: Into this world I brought Charles Eugene L. Jr. into this world at 8lbs 2oz. He currently has blue eyes, dirty blonde/light brown hair, and now weighs 9lbs 9oz. Anyone who has questions, email me at leosmay@yahoo.com
But I must be brief. So, for you I leave a quick run down before I run out of here.
1. I went to Alaska the last week of September. Had a blast and will be back with details.
2. Still working for Albertsons, but there's a high chance that my store in particular may be closed down...I'm considering a transfer.
3. I moved into the house my dad owns here in Colo. in Aug. It's interesting living with Janet and Larry (Larry-boy!), esp. considering he calls me Burpy.*raises eyebrow*
4. I need to get some work done on my car, the turn signal switch doesn't work and it's getting to be awful getting pulled over for it.
And so I must dash...the time is up and I must go. Fare thee well and blessings on all of you.
Melissa
I have been soo busy these last couple of months and I hate leaving my dire fans hanging on a thread waiting to hear about me. Lets see if I can list this thing out.
1. I have a job now working at Albertson's. For now I'm a courtesy clerk, but am slowly moving up to be a cashier.
2. I have a car: 93 Chevy Cavalier. Red. Paid for and all mine.
3. I'm moving into my grandmother's house end of August. I've started packing now.
4. I may be going to Alaska in June...depends on what I can get planned.
Also I'm working on getting back into school, but it's a slow process. I'm trying to get way to much done in so short a time, but what the hey, I'll "git 'er dun" soon enough. How are ya'll doing?
I don't want to make this short, but I'll have to add after I change computers and get online at another computer in 8 minutes and 45 seconds or so. I've been doing fine, other than the fact I have no job, no car, and I'm now on a point system with my mom so she can turn me into an adult (raises eyebrow in dumbfoundedness). Anyway, I think I already put it down but I'm not in school anymore either. It seems life just took one giant shift while I jumped in the air an inch or so. It's just plain terrible.
For my own sake I'm putting down JC's blogger because I'm planning on posting on it when I get onto the other computer. http://thestonetable.unpatented.com/expository/blogger.html
Yea I know, I'm demented, but I don't really remember everyone else's blogger, and his has quite a few of your's saved on his. Oh bloody crickets...5 1/2 minutes. Let's see, my mom is planning on starting her own business after she gets her two years in at the place she's at now. Her boss is not the best business man, one of the receptionists is losing business for everyone, and my mom doesn't talk much to anyone there anymore because she finds a lot of the people to be "outside" her realm of thought and they just seem to be making her a very angry person. Might I chance asking some of you to pray for her for that, me for a job, and my brother while he's in Iraq.
I hate to cut this but I need a 2 minute break from the computer before I get back online. I'll talk to you all later.
Lots of love,
Melissa
I know that, for the simple fact I haven't posted here in over a month. That's partially because I don't have internet at home and the schools been closed for a while. I actually have to go now...the library is kicking me out. I'll try to post more later.
Love to you all.
Work is good, and I don't know if it's seasonal or permanent. Gotta keep this one short anyway. I'm going home to do laundry, and I might go out for coffee with a friend. So.....tell me what's up with ya'll.
Me :D
Well, only when it comes to the care of this weblog. *sheepish grin*
Anyway, I turned in a final paper for my history class, I will soon be working on the one due for my Interpersonal Relations class, I did the "final" for my computers in the arts and sciences class, and I have one or two more tests before finals for biology. don't mind me i'm being lazy and don't feel like using capitals anymore...see, a slacker. um....thanksgiving was good [btw, happy belated thanksgiving], i got a job at toys r' us last monday....um, i don't know. what more do you people want from me?!? *hears the whispers in the background* oh you want me to use caps, eh? well....:P'''' fine then.
Yay, school is almost over!!! Speaking of which...I'm going to go take a nap in the student union, I was up from 7 to midnight yesterday...I'm still beat. I shall try to be more...um...up-to-date with my blogger, y'all. Later.
This test was a mental test brought to you by Pestilence Incompetency Corporated, affiliated with Nothing and NoOne Industries.
Anyway, yesterday was voting day, and I'm only putting in my home journal who I voted for. I refuse to get slammed here on the internet for my vote, however my reasons were because of prayer, and some because of random lack of knowledge of what the heck I was voting for (not as far as the issues, just the state judicial candidates).
To just post further, as FYI if you really care, I'm going to have a post on here with information for my math class that has information to allow on testing, which may or may not be a private message.
As to how life is going. I was sick since last Thursday, a sort of sinus infection, and I'm still sick (I have a lymph node gland that is swollen on the right side of my throat and a bit of an ear ache in my right ear). Also, this week until Saturday, I will be house/dog-sitting for some friends of mine while they go to a wedding, so there won't be any phone contact with me, just by email and chat (since they have internet).
To this point, I can't think of anything else to discuss since last post. Goodnight, and congrats Bush fans...he won.
Sorry, all, I've been thinking of watching the Amanda Show. And it is beyond me as to why (and I doubt some of you even know what that show is).
Anyway, I figured you were all wondering what's been going on with me since October 11th. And still I leave you in agony to find out. Class is over. I'm going home for lunch. I will fill in real quick.
No BM job. No job period, still waiting for call backs, and I have to call them back. Made a few new friends. ...and I have to go. Bye.
I'm getting lazy about this. I don't want to end up doing as Samuel does (or so I've heard on the RI) and not post for weeks on end. I think because I've been putting a bunch of energy into getting a job, and working on a written journal at home. Well, more just a compilation of thoughts on notecards shoved into a little notcard case. Anyway, to update things since....the 22nd.
The School Front
I have since taken another test in Biology, and I wailed on it. Wailed being slang that I kicked it's tooshy. I'm sure I got over a 90% on it, but I won't know until next Tuesday (not tomorrow). I took a test in Interpersonal Communications, and got a 96% or something like that on it. I'm taking a test on history on the 14th (which I think is this Thursday, and it'll be a bunch of essay questions (well, three short ones and one long one), and it should be easy since I know the info, and the long one is going to be on economics since 1500 to 1850. It's supposed to be 2 pgs long, and we're to only have a mental outline for that. I also took a test in my Computer Mathematics class, and I'll be getting results back by Wednesday.
Relationships
Lemme see...I went to watch my mom go bowling for her bowling league, and went hottubbing with her and my cousin Skye.
Oh. Want something funny to read? Well, even if you don't...your getting it anyway. My dad is friends with a gay guy named Don, who has a boyfriend named James (don't like the sin, like the sinner). Anyway, he is trying to hook me up with this guy that is a friend of his sisters (believe me it's weird), who babysits for her when James can't babysit for her. The sad part about it is the guy that he's trying to hook up with me just got a job at Walmart, so he won't really be able to babysit. This will probably, maybe even hopefully, keep him from chancing to date me. Besides, I'm not sure if I'd want to hook up with him anyway since he's agnostic. I will probably take a chance to help him understand his belief in a higher power, and hopefully bring him to Christ.
The Job Front
I might get a job working for Boston Market. If I get it, it'll be taking phone calls for catering stuff. I hope to do training this week if they call me back about it. I think God wants me in this job. It's something I can do, it's close to work, and finally I'll be able to help pay for stuff around the house. Also I hope to get a car to go with the floor mats my dad got me for my birthday (what a deal, floor mats with no car to put them into).
The Rest of Life
I'm alive and fairly well. I'm still working things out with my mom, however I'm sure after this first year of school, I'm going to end up moving into my Grandma Jo's old house, just because some things are afoot in our household. Mom already said things just don't seem to be working out because I'm too much like my dad. What can I say, I lived with the man for eight years. I've developed habits, my mom has her habits, and we're both hard-headed, so I doubt that I'll be living with my mom after next August.
Well, I'm going to finish doing stuff for class. Hopefully you are all doing well. Speaking of you, can you post your weblog address on here when you post? I lost pretty much all of my blogger addy's to you guys. The only one I have is JC's. God bless ya'll today and the rest of this week.
Science sucks. I so got my brain whipped by a stupid bio test, and a lot of the information on the blasted thing I don't remember in lectures or from the notes. I read the book even and found nothing in there with concern to some of the items on the test. How.....tragic.
Anyway, I have another test today, for Interpersonal Communications class. Matter o' fact, it's in about twenty minutes. Lemme see. I'm working on cleaning my room later after classes and after I go get me some notebooks (I have one, and I fear it won't do me much good in a few days with four classes with paperwork to each class).
Well, gotta go. Ta-ta.
Good grief....I need to remember that with typing the title, I need to push tab, not enter. Since I did so, I'm not going to make it so brief that I leave you with just that title and carry on about my day. Anyway, here's a quick rundown since my little escapade with quandering about being hypocritical and stoic.
Last Friday: an interesting nightmare. I'm riding the bus from my mom's work because I had lunch with her at a Mexican food restaurant and had to get home. Anyway, I caught the wrong bus (although it still got me to the same general destination) and I meet this guy Randy. He's being rather flirtatious, and asks if I wanted to do anything that night. I said I had nothing planned and told him to give me his number and I'd call him. Apparently he has caller ID, and he has called me many times since. Anyway, Friday night, we played pool at this pool hall/bar across from a local grocery store. Again he was being flirtatious, and I told him to back off a little bit because I have a boyfriend (which isn't true, but I wasn't intimately interested in the guy, just wanted someone to hang out with that night). Anyhow, I've gotten a 9 in the morning phone call from him, an invitation to dinner this Friday, and have exceedingly too much knowledge about him and his ex-girlfriend (she's pregnant *which I'm praying about* and a nag, blah, blah, blah). Anyway, since about Monday, I haven't called him back, and I'm not sure if I should.
Saturday: I ended up doing nothing further beyond talking to Randy and attempting to dress like a weirdo to avoid anymore guys flirting with me on the bus.
Sunday: T'was my sister's birthday, and I called her for my mom, after going to church. That day at church, my little cousin Sky was being confirmed into the Episcopal Church. I was supposed to be confirmed as well, but I told my grandmother (Granny as I like to call her) that I was trying to decide if I wanted to go that route with my fait or if I wanted to go back to the Protestant faith (either Pentecostal or Presbyterian). I am however going to attend the Episcopal Church (partly for Granny's sake, partly because it's an easy to find church) and participate in the choir there.
Monday, yesterday and today: Doing school, and I just finished up on a paper thingy for my history class on the deaf in the 18th century. Weird and interesting. In History class, I've come to find that a lot of the theologians and philosophers of that time period did a lot of weird things beyond their great achievements. I have a nice fatty stack of paper on that (partially because I have to give one copy to each person in class) as well as on the European philosophes.
Tonight, I'm going to go see "Cellular" with my mom and Venus (a gal she works with), I'm going bowling with my mom and my friend Janet tomorrow, and I haven't the slightest clue what I'll be doing the rest of my weekend. Anyway, I need to go have lunch because I've spent the last two and a half hours in the computer lab working on my paper and typing this up. Anywho....hope ya'll have a God-blessed day, and keep praying that my mom and I get better aquainted.
Unyodels.
I have recently been defined as both. Some of you know me personally...am I hypocritical? I'd ask about being stoic, but more often than not, I actually am pretty stoic. With the exception of my writing...that's probably where all my feelings and emotions go.
So I'll try to make this quick (only because my fingers are getting cold).
My mom and I have finally moved into our new place (those that want the address and phone number, email me and I'll do my best to get it to you as soon as possible.
Starting week two of school. I miss my Azalia. I still haven't really made friends here at school, just some aquaintences that I chat with whilest there's a break during my first class (they stand outside for a cigarette and I sit there chatting if per chance they decide I can be verbally sociable). I have made a few friends outside of school, and have met some step-cousins on my step-grandfather's (who is my mom's stepdad) side of the family. Really nice people. I was hanging out with them mostly on Sunday when my grandmother (mom's mom) took me over to visit her sister in law. Good grubbin' while there.
Anyway, today after school, I'm hoping to hook up with my newest homeboy, Jason (and no it's not the "weird" Okie). I haven't seen or heard from him in like a week, and I'm kinda getting worried about him. But he's 24, a mechanic, and has a mohawk, which he doesn't always wear up (at least I haven't seen it up).
Well, believe it or not, I'm getting very bored doing this whole computer thing so I think I'm going to go ahead and take a nap or something outside the building for my next class. Rock on, dish later. Unyo.
Okay, I talked with my dad last night. He said that the Pursar's office (I think he meant the Bursar's office) called the house yesterday (the house being his house) and said that someone turned in my wallet that was stolen Monday. I went in there this morning to go and get it, and they said that it isn't there, they never got it, etc... I'm thoroughly aggravated with this as of now...actually as of half an hour ago. Sometime today I'll let go of it, but for now, grrrr.....
Today my mom and I start moving stuff into our apartment, and I can't wait. That place we're at now is driving me nuts. Seems a lot is driving me nuts lately. Oh well, I'm not all that worried about it. God has it all in His hands. Anyway. I'm going to go check my email accounts. I want to make sure that I get it done before class actually starts.
~M~
Okay, I gotta be brief with this one...after class yesterday, I went to call a friend, and after making the call I walked away, thinking I put my wallet back into my backpack. I wanted to grab out my bus pass so I could take the bus home to eat my lunch there instead of at the school. Turns out I left my wallet by the payphone I was using, and someone took it. I'm not sure if it was my ignorance, or just me in a hurry to get to my house.
Items missing:
drivers liscense
student ID
bus pass
a picture of a friend of mine
about $8-$10, which I don't really care about
business cards for our apt. that were getting
other cards (LIDS)
bank card
I'm closing out my bank account anyway for the simple fact that I want an account at a local bank. I'll probably go with Key Bank, because that's also in Wilbur. So yea, better go, I have to email my dad. Write more later. Unyodels.
~M~
Yodels. Greetings. Salutations to you all. It seems I can't help but write in such a way that would cause your tiny and most complicated organ *the eyes that is* from being on the verge of bursting.
It also seems that much has happened in my life since August 2nd. First off, I registered for classes and only today found out that one of them was cancelled. How tragic...dropping from 15 credits to 12. I really must spend some time today to get registered for another class. Fun as it would be to have a near three hour gap in my day, what on earth would I do with my time during classes? Sleep?!?! Psh! Yeah right, I want to learn, become highly educated, and let my mom be proud that her baby was the first into and through college!!! *Sits back and takes a deep sigh* Yes, I know... I must relax, but how on earth am I to relax? There just might be, at least at this point, to much on the platter of which my mom and I dine. She's "wiggin' out" because she is direly in need of a functioning car. She's driving an '87 Honda Civic, and it is continually dying on her. It dies on me as well; a couple of times it's happened in the middle of major intersections. Luckily I've figured out how to keep the car (for the most part) from dying like that on me. Rev that sucker until she's ready to blow a gasket. The problem with that is that it works the car harder than it really needs to be (but like its really working, I mean c'mon...).
Anyway, I'm currently sitting in the middle of my first class at college and writing here on my blogger. I find it to be really, REALLY sad when I have the time in class to be typing such a long blogger entry. Right now there are others who are taking "entry exams", and I seemed to have finished my before at least half of the class. I'm not trying to say their dumb and I'm smart, I'm just saying that considering it was only twelve basic algebra questions, I'm a little worried that some of the other students were playing around a little bit on the computer before doing their tests (y'know, they're probably really smart, but just find this class to be as easy as I do).
Good grief!! I just looked at the computer clock, and I still have an hour and eight minutes left in class!! It's 9:42 a.m., and golly gosh, I haven't seen Professor Kawai in at least half an hour. *shakes head* Oh well, I do enjoy this class. I find the teacher to be rather humorous, especially with the preface of the class text. I shall quote the first couple of sentence for the simple fact of it's humor:
Yes, the title of this chourse is "Computers in the Arts and Sciences". No, this course is NOT about becoming an expert in personal computing. So what are we going to do for 16 weeks?!? We're going to learn how to solve problems using personal computing (PC) technology.
And then it hits you...
"Wait a second, this is listed as a matematics course and were going to solve problems..."
"Solving math problems... WORD PROBLEMS?!? NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"</dd>
You can just sense the man's sense of humor. *sigh* Good times.
Lemme see, there's the class that was cancelled on me, my mom and I are moving to a nice two bedroom apartment in Lakewood (and for those of you who want the address, email me or something), I STILL haven't talked to my dad about finances for school, I just barely talked to my brother yesterday (he called a friend of ours who called me and our friend played operator), but, in spite of all this, I've made a few friends. There's Jason and his cousin Kyle, Chance, some weird guy who I think smokes pot, and a reconnection with some old friends. Gotta love changing locations and finding people who have the same interests as half the people you left. *grin* That doesn't mean I support the whole "Weed Power!" thing, I just feel that I have no real say in what another person does in their life, especially if I don't really know them (I did however tell them not to do any form of drugs around me for the sake of my schooling)....(at least that was I said).
Anyway, I've been having some really weird dreams lately. Most recent was just before the "call" from my brother yesterday. I was packing my stuff, and it was all at the Wilbur HS gym. I turned around and Chris, my brother was standing there with a mop and yellow bucket (the kind with the wheels on the bottom), and he comes towards me with it. He and I start arguing (I don't remember what was said though). Anyway, he started tipping the bucket and some blackish water spilled out, and as he pulled the bucket up, the water seemed to disappear before hitting the floor. He did that a couple more times, and then at last tipped it over all the way, spilled the black stuff on the floor, and it stayed on the wood and went under the movable bleachers.
I'll finish this later, class is over, it's being let out early. 10:01. Toodles.
To answer you David (now that I have *sort of* an internet connection) I am now in Colorado. Those of you that would like to have my address, I fear that I cannot disperse that information for the simple fact that I'm going to be moving from the place in which my mom and I currently live.
Believe me this is a whole new adventure. *ahem*
Once again in the bowels of my life, I share with you the interesting (and seemingly disturbing) information. It is at this point that I discuss first living with my mom.
The home in which we live is somewhat small, and I am staying in a love above my mom's bedroom. There is no definite distinction between a living room and a dining room...pretty much because there really isn't a living room or a dining room. It's supposed to be a workplace. Odd, eh? My mom hasn't been tempermental with me since moving down here, she's has been adjusting to my being in her home on a permanent basis. She is, however stressing because my brother is being rather arrogant towards her. He called at about six this morning, both of us asleep, and left a message, which has apparently set my mother in distress mode. I myself am not wholly please with him, but then again, I havent' talked to him since a slight confrontation with Amy.
You must know the end of the last story, I almost forgot. Two days before I left, (three weeks ago as of Friday) I was rather distraught about my "lack" of support for taking my expedition to Colorado. Amy was building excuses to stay and keep me there, yet at the same time telling me to get the h-e-double hockey sticks out of the house. My dad also was making excuses for not bringing me "down here" (since I'm now in Colorado, it is now "down here"), such as taking care of horses that weren't his (to which Amy, since my leaving, volunteered herself to train and sell about eight horses for a woman I'm positive she doesn't know, and will be unable to continue to do so because she is to have surgery on her ankle August 18th *and dispite my disliking for her, pray that the surgery goes well, and she has a quick healing* and thus the burden shall fall on my dad's shoulders), having to take care of Amy, and work.
In turn this angered my mother, and I'm sure other's in my family, as well as friends of mine that I had and still have here. My mother bought my Aunt Karen a plane ticket and payed for a rental car to come and rescue me. Those plans were made after I confirmed them. Before that could be done, I had to barter with my father and convince him to let them take me. (Out of reluctance I tell you the following, because it is very much unlike me.) This day I was very angry and had I threatened a few times that if I didn't leave, someone would end up dead by the end of the day. I had recieved a call from a friend of mine, Casey (sp?) and he asked me to go to Grand Coulee to hang out. I said I'd try to go if I could.
After I was finished on the phone with him, Amy had amused herself in calling Casey a fling of mine, and preceeded outside to cook her steak on the grill (doing this many nights that month). I had been slightly angry by that but more angry that she had told me many times that day that I wasn't going to Colorado. I kicked a boot that Amy had left in the middle of the walkway, which had then made her angry because it thudded into the living room (and to this point I tell you, and my father and Amy know this not, reader, that it spilled some cups of juice or soda or tea that she left in the living room some days since. She began yelling at me after I cleaned up the mess before anyone could see, and at this point any yelling from her would have led to quite an "event". Something did happen, but was not taken in the full force of my anger.
When this yelling began, I turned and yelled back. My fury would have consumed me that day. She again threatened that she and my father would not bring me to Colorado, and this enraged me. I thundered towards her, and pushed her in the kitchen/dining room doorway, yelling, "You are not my mother...you can't control me like this!" (or something to that effect, it's fading from my memory), and she grabbed for the doorway and was on the floor in a matter of seconds. Rage was in both of us and once she was down, she pulled off her shoe and threatened to throw it at me. I said, "Don't you dare..." and put my hands before me, then headed for the door.
I asked my dad one final time if I could have my aunt come for me and take me away from this madness. He consented and resigned, helping Amy. After a few minutes, requested that I go to Grand Coulee, because Amy felt threatened. I too felt threatened, but without question, followed his request. I drove around for a while when I was down there with my friend Chris E. and another friend of his to whose name I can't remember. We then went to Casey's house (my original purpose was to hang out with him) and picked him up. I dropped of Chris and his friend at the latter's home, and drove around for some time with Casey, talking about anything and everything, generally some stories about how he and his brother used to fight. We then went to his house, and played a few hands of poker (no betting involved) and I showed him how to play Golf. After this, I drove home, and upon arrival, saw that Amy was no longer sitting on the floor, threatening to call the police on me. Immediately, I went upstairs and remained there the rest of the evening. My dad at one point came upstairs to say that I probably shouldn't have done what I had done, even if she deserved it, which shocked me tremendously.
At that I leave that part of the story, for my new chapter. This part shall be somewhat brief, since I don't want to overwork your eyes and tire you of my life. My trip down to Colorado was fine, I stopped in Billings Saturday night for dinner and sleep (unfortunately for my aunt, I "apparently" talk in my sleep, and I didn't know that). Since my arrival, I have gone to Lakeside Amusement Park with my cousin Adrieanna, to the movies and have seen King Arthur and I, Robot. When we went to King Arthur, my mom's car was broken into.
Not this last weekend, but the one prior, I went to a family reunion at Redwing, Colorado, with my Aunt Tanya, Uncle Kenneth and their children, meeting family, and partying (to put it lightly). And the funniest part about this whole first few weeks of life in Colorado: either when I wait at the bus stop, or when I'm walking (either to or from the bus stop or gas station) I have had many guys look at me, honk at me, shout some things at me (one of the funniest I remember was shouted, "Hey, you want a Twinkie?" and I replied in a rather unusual manner), and whistle. Even today, I'm wearing flared jeans and a green striped shirt with some buttons at the collar, and twice I was offered a ride. One of the guys that was trying to offer me a ride circled the block twice (which ever I was standing on because I was walking) and asked me if I wanted a ride.
And just for the comfort for you that care about me a lot, I told him no as politely as I could and continued walking (and he was very persistant about me getting a ride from him; I'm thinking he wanted a date or might've tried to do something), although I couldn't refrain from giggling because of how humorous it was, but I know it's better to just keep walking and not take a ride from a stranger, no matter how tired my feet are.
Anyway, as far as college goes, I'm waiting for my dad to send me the deposit money for this semester so I can register (I haven't been able to register due to this problem). I was having other problems as well, but I'll spare you of them.
As I fear I must end this tale now, I really must leave and allow someone else access to this computer. Farewell, oh beloved readers of my life's mundane story (well, it's not entirely mundane, but I couldn't think of a good word to describe my life). Please continue praying for me, I'm "religiously battling" with a woman that I'm well acquainted with, who believes in Jesus and the church, but she also talks to dead people, and asked me if she could "cleanse my ora". I'll leave that to God's hands. And to end this I say unto God, "I love you, Lord."
God bless all of you who read this, and may God be working in your lives as well as he's working in mine.
Unyodels.
Oh, hello, time for another adventure with me already? Whoa, you must really be enthralled with what I do or something...sheesh. Oh well. Now for your reading pleasure, "The Month After Graduation", written by Melissa R. and brought to you by Danchan, the blog of many, but not all.
We begin this story with our leading lady, Melissa, the heroine for over two years and--
"Wait!!!!"
*enter disgruntled listener*
Can I help you?!?!
"You most certainly may. I thought that authors weren't supposed to use themselves as the main characters of their books?!"
Authors can do whatever they want with their stories. I've never heard such a clause. At least not for story writing.
"Yeah huh. For narratives, your supposed to leave the story as third person."
Maybe so, but there is nothing in the rules that say the author cannot use their own name if they so choose. In the narrative, 'you' and 'I' are never used, and are accept in stating that we are continuing a story like in the radio narratives. *sticks out toungue*
"Oh, I didn't know...continue then."
Thank you. *grumbles*
As I was saying, we begin this story with our leading lady, Melissa, the heroine for over two years. She has just recently graduated from high school, and has much to celebrate. The night of graduation, after spending a wonderful evening with her grandmother and mother, she celebrated her accomplishment with her sister and one of her best friends, Christan, late into the night. They were merry and enjoyed each other's company. Before Melissa went to bed that night, she called her best friend in the whole world. All she could do was leave a message on his machine, he too was out with his brother, and enjoying life.
But Melissa's celebrating was soon to end. The following Monday, Melissa was awakened to do yardwork and cleaning. Following many loud and obnoxious orders from her brother, and after a hard days work, it was requested of her to watch the burn pile of yard waste while her brother and one of her friends could go play a game of basketball, while her dad and wicked stepmother went off for an evening alone. Despite her boredom, she read two chapters of an interesting book. Much of the rest of the week was spent tolerating her brother and his friend, who had spent nearly every night that week drinking, if not drunk. Now--
"Wait a second!"
What now?
"What happened to her mom, grandma and sister?"
I was about to get to that.
"Oh, ok, continue."
Now, her mother, grandmother, and sister all went to their respective homes that Sunday after graduation, so Melissa was somewhat sad. At the end of the week, her brother went back to Korea, and his friend when back to California, leaving her nearly alone with her dad and stepsister. *cough* I mean stepmom.
A week went by peacefully. She managed to get along with Amy, having no problems, even hanging out with her for short period of time. The next week, Amy got a hotel room out of the blue. As far as she could gather from her dad's explanation, they were "taking a break" and going back to dating, because they wanted to work out their problems and become a happier couple. As far as Melissa could tell, the problems with their relationship were quite clear to her: Amy was too young for her dad and is too controlling.
During those weeks, she spent much time with her friend, Azalia. Times seemed fairly well during these two weeks until they came near the end. One day Melissa, her dad, Azalia, and Amy went to Spokane to shop for items for Amy's horse. Melissa got slightly disgruntled when at their last stop, Walmart, Amy spent much time in the store after telling Melissa that she'd be but two minutes. In that time frame, Melissa and Azalia went to a nearby McDonald's and bought some food, then went back to the truck and they had waited for nearly half an hour.
On the way home, nearly out of Spokane, while Melissa was listening to a cd player, she asked Amy to turn down the radio, because she could barely hear her own music that was playng close to her own ears. Amy had refused, and this enraged Melissa. In protest, she turned up her music, which felt deafening, and began to sing what she was listening to. Amy not budging and becoming seemingly more obnoxious, turned up the radio. This obviously seemed to be a problem with Melissa's father. Upon reaching the edge of town, he brought the two to a compromise, Amy would turn down the music and put it in the front of the truck, if Melissa would stop singing. The compromise seemed agreeable to both parties. Although after about ten minutes, Melissa was still annoyed and aggravated at the fact that she had to have her music still turned up to hear it.
In just a few short days, she became entrenched in her anger towards Amy. In days since that horrible one and today, Amy has done much to Melissa that seems like torture. At Amy's request, her father had her do dishes. This of course aggravated Melissa to no end, considering she had used very few of the dishes, and had usually washed what she had dirtied. Then calling at 7:30 in the morning on the day Amy had to be out of the hotel, Amy had Melissa go over there to help pick up the room. There were swimming toys, clothes, and garbage everywhere. While having a moment separate from Amy with her father, Melissa asked him why she had called her over, to which he replied, "She's lazy."
As of last night, Amy is petioning to Melissa's father that Melissa is to not have phone access so she may access it whenever she wants. At the time of the decree, Melissa was on the phone with her friend Jason, and quietly she cried while he was playing a song that she requested to hear, 'Please Remember Me' by Tim McGraw. At the conclusion of the song, Melissa told her friend she had to go and she'd call when she could, stormed upstairs, crying. She packed some more of her belongings, then lay in bed, crying and asking God to be her comfort, refuge and friend. She was practically begging for Him to physically hug her and be with her. She cried herself to sleep
Will Melissa ever move to Colorado? Will Melissa's hope of her father divorcing Amy ever come true? Can Amy ever develop decency? These questions and more to possibly be answered next time.
"WAAAIIIIITTTTT!!!!"
What now you drooling baboon... *taps foot*
"That can't be the end. I wanna know what happens."
That's the point of reading the next post. It's to get you to come back to this blogger of dementia and idiosyncrasy. And don't bother asking, I do know what idiosyncrasy means. Tune in next time, if ever there is one.
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Okay, now that I've got that out of my system, is the problem with me, Amy or both of us? As far as I can tell, even in just reading this, something seems to be wrong with my faith. To let something like this affect me so harshly, it's like something is missing in my faith or working as a roadblock. Pray for me, ya'll. Pray for peace, calm, and just leaning on God for all of my comfort and trust...and love. God bless.
~M~
My momma, my granny, my brova and sissy were here to see me gadgiate. See how well I've improved since graduating? I's just playin', but yea, they were all there, so was my dad, Christan, Azalia, Kaeleena, and many other people. I got $250 in cash (roughly) and a bunch of gifts. I still need to send out a bunch of invitations to family. I need to go through and do a lot of stuff.
Yesterday was interesting. I went to work at noon-thirty, and after about an hour or so, my friend Azalia came to work, crying her eyes out because everyone is leaving here. It was sad. I'm leaving end of this month to go to school in Colorado and live with my mom as well. It's goona be awesome. Anyway, I have to go. I'm being foisted off the computer. I'll finish this later. Later.
~M~
I have only five more school days left until graduation! I'm so excited about it that I'm near tears. Or was earlier. To pass the time until graduation I'm cleaning house at home, reading Jane Eyre at school (what an awesome book), and just anxiously awaiting my recieving invitations that I need to send out. Those of you that read my blogger, and are going to be recieving an invite, I won't be getting them until one week before graduation (June 5) so to the following families/names, you will be recieving an invitation, or at least a picture:
Samuel, Anna, and family
JC
David and family
Anyone wanting a picture, you'll probably have to ask me for one, and somehow or another, give me your address, because I can't scan them onto my computer.
Anyway, I'm in school right now, and don't have anything to do, therefore, a blog post.  Truth be told during this period at school, I don't have anything to do anymore. I finished my senior project, but since we had a substitute all week because the teacher is a counselor for the 6th grade class week trip to Lost Lake, we were doing nothing. Anyway, as it is I probably ought to go, the bell is going to ring soon, and I want to get to work ASAP. Shall post more later this evening if I so choose to get online tonight...it's a decision between that and cleaning my room ... again.
Anyway,toodles and God bless!!
~M~
Let's do the rundown from Monday.
Monday
School was as usual, boring, but the teachers who were helping us with our Senior Projects were starting to put on the pressure to get things done. Goodness knows they want to completely get rid of us. We did however plan our senior barbeque for the following Wednesday. I was assigned pop.
Tuesday
Things are due for our project. There's maybe two or three who don't have everything done. Turns out those select few had finished them on Wednesday and were still permitted to do their senior presentation. Things had originally been due about two weeks prior.
Wednesday
It was a half-day of school, but after third period (to which we have seven periods during a normal day), during fourth, we went to one of my fellow classmates house and commenced the senior barbeque. One of the guys in my class, C.F.H. (as far as his initials go, I'm not mentioning names) had outrightly insulted, then refuse me, after I offered him a ride back to the school. I in turn called him a jerk, drove to my house because I was on my way out as it was to take the medication I'm on (no it's not for my insanity, I choose openly to be psychotic) and then preceed to return to the gala so I may pick up what I brought (or at least what was left of it) and go home. I went afterwards to work, and was there until 5:30.
Thursday
D-day for the senior class of 2004 at Wilbur High School. Everyone does their presentation, everyone gets above a 70, which is a good ten percent above the failing grade. I score an 89, which I think I could have most definitely been given more. Simply because I am rather terrible at giving presentations doesn't mean that I didn't put my heart and soul into my project (excuse the pun, but my project was on Christianity). One of the 'winger' students managed to get a higher score than I, which rather upset me. I find that they should put less grading into presenting and more into the amount of work done and actually completing things on time. However I'm merely please that I passed with flying colors and know that my project meritted much more than an 89 percent. I didn't have to be at school except for presentation so I went to work afterwards at 12:30 and was there until 5:30. After that I went horseback riding.
Friday
Went to school as normal and found out my score. Had a discussion during 5 about what to do next week since half of the class is going to lost lake as counselors to the 6th grade, and then a discussion during 6th period about the scoring. Went to work for an hour and then went horseback riding. Bandit is such a good horse ... however Amy considers the slightest thing wrong worth a kick in his side. Question for you horse people: should a horse be kicked in it's front or side as punishment?
Saturday
went to work, 9-5, came home went to the race track in Ephrata and drove home. We didn't get back until 2:00, went to bed at 2:30.
Sunday
Went to church, slept most of the day after reading 40 pages in Jane Eyre. Was awakened at 6 or 6:30 to go ride Bandit, never rode him. I came home and started working on notes for English and here I am now.
Tunes: Switchfoot - Dare You to Move (on repeat)
Wearing: new Betty Boop sleeveless shirt (pink, says 'Rebel' on the front) and my favorite jeans. And my awesome shoes that look like bowling shoes.
Doing: Homework, blogger and chat.
I'm ending the blogger part and finishing mah homework. Enjoy this God-blessed day. G'night.
Have you ever felt like the world was going to end
That there is nothing left on earth to defend?
No love, no hope
No joy, no peace
Because it was void, seclusion in it's place.
Every little thing picking at your skin
Most of all coming from within
The pain and grief
Only sorrow
No relief.
All that's left is to bite the dust,
And to it return as dead things must.
All this aching comes from this:
I love and feel nothing from my handsome prince.
Oh the weariness that harkens at my bones
And leaves me whithered on breaking stones.
A heart smashed, misplaced forever
And has anyone, like I, ever thought, ever?
I'm not thinking personally that I have a handsome prince. I mean, I do somewhere, and God his holding him from me until the right time. I guess I'm thinking down about romance because I'm disappointed about going to CU, having to wait for them to accept me, anxious and a little worried about graduation (fyi, I haven't sent out invites yet), and everything having to be, this year, so bloody overwhelming for more than just me ... but everyone.
Hope you enjoyed the poem, I'd like comments ... on the entire entry. THNX.
God Bless,
M
Thou hast withered away in the toils of thine life. Thy flesh feeds more unto the sins procured in haste. Lest thy lusts and incestuous feedings claim thee, set free your spirit o'er the damn'd fortunes of life. Let worms cast thine lips unto the worms of corruption.
Sorry, I've been reading Hamlet in English lately. *smirk*
Anyway, got my SAT scores in a while ago, I score 1000, 510 on Verbal, 490 on Math. I'm bummed about it though. It seemed a lot easier than what they made it out to be, and I was hoping on about 100-200 more than what I got. It's gyped, but whatever.
Sheldon Jackson College in Sitka, Alaska accepted me, and Northwest Christian College in Eugene, Oregon has pretty much accepted me, all I have to do is send my official high school transcripts. I haven't heard hide or hair from Colorado University about my being accepted, so I'm going to try to call this week and see what the deal is. I'm getting anxious about it because I feel God directing me to go there. Bah. I hate this whole college thing. Pray for me, would ya? Things are getting rather close to graduation, and getting a little hairy here around my house. soon we're to completely revamp the house in order to house my party for graduation, but things are getting so pluh that I just want it done and over with. Oh Lord, what on earth am I to do??
Anyhow, I'm off, shall start "revamping" the house. Enjoy your week, ya'll. Blessings.
Bad gag. No marriage. Generally Chris' idea. My expansion. Lemme explain.
Chris and I have been friends for a long time, and his parents are seemingly fond of me. Well, they've been bugging him about asking me out, and of course he'd told me this each time they did. Out of my sick humor, I suggested that we tell them he proposed, we were to wed sometime in the future, and scare them out of their skulls. He thought the idea would be absolutely, horribly funny. So the gag was that he tells them he's engaged to me, and to prove it, to look at the address of my blog. Two days ago he confirmed they looked at it, and were shocked out of their socks. Well, now I'm telling you it's not true, and he's going to keep up with the prank on his parents so long as he can. He'll probably have me talk to them or something...I'll play along. But yeah....we're both bad at pranks....and if you couldn't tell - what was a week or so prior to the announcement? Ha ha, fool you.
Don't shoot me...unless its with a smart shot. *sheepish grin* Peace? *holds fingers up in peace sign*
I was going to announce it yesterday, but his name is Christopher Tyson W. (no last names my doll doesn't need a stalker besides me) and we got engaged on the tenth. I wasn't going to post on the RI, so I told ya'll to come here. Anyway, he's 19, dark blonde hair, blue eyes. We don't plan on marrying until after my second year in college, but he wanted to "secure me" before someone else tried to snatch me up. We've been friends for three years, so another two years, courting under the title of fiancee works for me. He likes quads, biking, anything outdoorsy and especially me. We'll be setting a wedding date. Anyway, I better get going, he's done cooking dinner...spaghetti. Night!
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