If I could change just one thing about my life...

I would go back to the beginning and apply myself.

Maybe that is something I will master in year 26.  ¶ 12:25 PM 0 comments

  Seriously When I was a little girl, I was only small in stature, I had some very large opinions... And even still, a larger vocabulary, and at any given point, I would proclaim "My Daddy is The Best Daddy in the World."

I was dead serious. I knew I was right.

My daddy was the picture of patience.

And the picture of unconditionality.

I still remember the night before kindergarten, I was so nervous I couldn't sleep. He sat up in a chair with me and held me all night long, never upset, never frustrated, never even angry when I would wake up every time he set me in my bed. He would just pick me back up and hold me.

I don't tell him all of the things I remember, I don't really know why. But I love him, he is my number one guy, always has been, and always will be.

Happy Fathers Day to all of the great men in this world, especially my daddy.  ¶ 6:35 PM 0 comments

  Brain Metabolism Peaks at age 4.

I am 21 years past my prime.

There is only one thing to do: Drink.

The end.  ¶ 6:55 AM 0 comments

  I wish they all could be California Girls. My daddy had his knee replaced six days ago, and now he is having issues with a large intestine infection. His knee is doing well, but for my mental health, I need for him to be all better. Since I was in my early teens, my father has been telling me that he was going to die by the time he was 70. I am not sure where he came up with this thought, but he did. I hate it. I hate the thought. I wish he had never said it, but every time something tiny happens, I find myself praying to any God that will listen for his safety and health. I need for him to be OK.

I was driving to class and I almost lost it, because I started thinking about what a great father my daddy is. I know I am biased. But my Daddy is, and always will be, my number one guy.

And then to top it all off
I broke my 'I miss scott' mug today.

And even though I know that it is a three dollar mug from IKEA, its my mug. It is my mug, and it is my mug that reminds me of Scott.

And even though it isn't the issue at all, I cried like I just dropped a ten carat diamond down the drain. The mug isn't the issue, but sometimes, the little thing catches all of the tears.  ¶ 8:01 PM 0 comments

  Moody looks like this: I am annoyed today.

I am annoyed that the beastly Paris Hilton got out of jail because she didn't feel that it was suitable to her needs.

I am annoyed that people like that are popular, thus teaching our youth that it is better to be dumb, blonde, and thin, than it is to be smart and anything...

I am also a little sad today,

I miss my friend, and I want him to return to the land of Dallas.

I am sad that I have to clean up after people that should know how to do that on their own.

But lets not lie, today is a good day too.

Why?

I got a job. Yes, friends, a job, a job that actually might have a shot at supporting the lifestyle that I have so carefully built.

HOOOOORAY!

and, as for Paris, go back to jail. You are a moron.  ¶ 6:26 PM 1 comments