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  • MADE

    Hey everyone!
    MTV is having an open casting call at my college for their show, "Made". I've already emailed to reserve a time slot because come on, how often does this happen? And at MY COMMUNITY college no less!
    I already have several ideas of what I'd like to do (ie handgun competition shooting.) But I figured I throw this out there:

    What would YOU like to see me "Made" into?

    :)

    ps: I can't even remember if/when I've ever requested anyone to rec my posts, but it'd be cool if this one could get rec'd just because I'd get a kick out of seeing all the different suggestions!

  • I feel so stupid right now. R is gone for the first night in a long long time. I can't even remember the last time I slept in a bed by myself.
    Why must I be so... female? He's gone because it's snowing and he felt like if he couldn't get his snow enjoyment in he would regret it for the rest of the year.
    I just wish that I could be included in his fun. I guess he's just done it by himself for so long that it wouldn't be the same if I was there.
    I wanted to build snowmen too, and sit by the fire at his parents house. His parents house is my refuge. It's so safe there, and relaxing.

    I just wish that he could have his fun, and that would include me.

    Maybe one day. Maybe.

  • rambleramble

    Sherlock seems to be settling in quite well. He's gained a lot of good weight in just the few days we've had him. He was ever so gaunt and raggedy the night we picked him up. I've found that he LOVES Gerber's Apple & Chicken baby food. He comes out and licks it right off our fingers. Apparently, short tail opossums are very short sighted, so it's suggested you "sound" train them to get them to come out and play. R and I decided to make a clicking type sound to be his queue. He's caught on quite well, though he will still dodge our attempts to pick him up.
    Saturday was mom-in-law's birthday, I had to work but R went over and had dinner with them and their friends and he brought Sherlock in his coat (he has a pocket on the inside that is PERFECT, makes me jealous that my coat doesn't have anything similar. MIL said Sherlock is her THIRD favourite grand-critter, haha but she thought he was cute despite his rodent features.

    I'm having a hard time resisting the call of ice cream. I just ate half a bag of salt 'n vinegar potato chips and ice cream sounds sooooo good right now, even though I know it will destroy me.

    This weekend I'm taking a road trip with my mom to my biological dad's parents house. Stuff has been hard since my cousin died. Apparently, he died as a result from taking "bath salts" (is it just me or is that a new thing?). I'm dreading the trip now. It's just one big anxiety attack waiting to happen...

    Ooh and R got promoted! He is now a trainer :] So proud of my Puma.

  • SHERLOCK

    We have a new cute!

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    This is Sherlock, a Brazilian Short Tail Opossum. He looks like a mouse, but he has a super cool tail that grips your fingers, and little opposable toes on his back feet. He was in need of a new home and R and I being unable to withstand anything cute, quickly snatched him up and brought him home to our little townhouse of fuzzies.

    I bet when my mom used to tell me all the time as a child that, "When you grow up and have your own place, you can have whatever animal you want," that she never thought I would take her seriously.
    Challenge accepted, mom.

  • Such Small Hands

    I think I saw you in my sleep, darling
    I think I saw you in my dreams,
    You were stitching up the seams
    On every broken promise that your body couldn't keep
    I think I saw you in my sleep

    Oh, I think I saw you in my sleep, darling
    I think I saw you in my dreams,
    You were stitching up the seams
    On every broken promise that your body couldn't keep
    I think I saw you in my sleep

    I thought I heard the door open, oh no
    Thought I heard the door open, but I only heard it close
    I thought I heard a plane crashing
    But now I think it was your passion snapping

    I think you saw me confronting my fear
    It went up with the bottle and down with the beer
    And I think you oughta stay away from here
    There are ghosts in the walls and they crawl in your head through your ear

    I think I saw you in my sleep, lover
    I think I saw you in my dreams,
    You were stitching up the seams
    On every mangled promise that your body couldn't keep
    I think I saw you in my sleep

    -La Dispute

  • "God" has been so mean to me today. Why can't Christians try to act Christlike? Would Christ tell me that I'm a whore and going to hell? Or would he invite me to dine at his table and give me encouraging words and shelter me from the horrible people who would have me stoned?

    It shouldn't be a mystery why I've stepped away, when all the abuse I've suffered has been coupled with the name of Christ. Thank you for sullying my saviour to the point that I'm terrified of him. You all are wonderful examples.

    I don't think I can do this anymore. I want to hide again. And to think, after 2 years, I was finally starting to socialize again in my old circles.

    Never again.

  • It's Allliiiiiiiiveeee

    My apologies to those who I drunk commented the other night. I haven't been this bruised and sore in a long, long time.

    If anyone wants to take you to a industrial/goth/fetish club with cheap liquor for your birthday, do it

    Just make sure the theme isn't "Plushies and Furries" first.

    And that is all I have to say about that.

  • Rest in peace, Lee.

    Give Granny and Pa a hug for us.

  • My cousin is in the ICU right now after having suffered a massive stroke. He's 29 with a 12 year old son. He was fine one minute and the next he's paralyzed and can't talk.

    I just don't know what to do or say right now.