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I challenge you to a duel.
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[03 Oct 2007|03:41pm] |
New journal:![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) expect_lifeI added the people from this friend list that I want to keep, so go add me back plzz.Yes.
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[01 Oct 2007|03:01pm] |
Long time, no update.
I made a new journal.
I would love to go through this whole journal and make ALL the entries friends only,
but I'd have to pay $12 a month for that ability so.... fuck that.
I'm making it look how I want,
and then I'll post here with the username,
begging you all to come add it and still be my friends
so I can continue reading your lives everyday.
Yes, I hardly update but I read my friends page everyday.
Mostly because I don't feel like I have an interesting enough life to post anything most days.
Woo!
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| Sometimes a sigh says it all. |
[28 Aug 2007|10:10pm] |
Soooo I cannot seem to get enough sleep lately. Yesterday I slept 14 hours, today about 10 or so... I feel like a tremendously lazy freak. I was doing so well with housework and running errands and what not but now? Fuck. All I wanna do is sleep. I'm nuts.
I saw my doctor awhile back, and she brushed me off telling me I'm not pregnant, that I just have some virus that causes breast pain, nausea, vomiting and absence of menstrual cycle. Yeah, I've heard of that virus! It's called the FLESH EATING PREGNANT VIRUS! Wtf, dude?
But this is probably... six-ish weeks without my period, possibly longer. I've decided I'm waiting until the 2nd week of September, still no period, marching into my doctor's office and saying "Sup, ho?". Because seriously, I'll be pretty surprised if it's anything else. Which maybe, just possibly, it could be but the chances are pretty fucking slim.
I'm not scared of being pregnant, I am however pissed at my doctor for just brushing me off like some fucking hypochondriac. It's almost sick that I'm hoping to be pregnant partly to shove it in my doctor's face. Other partly because hell, Mike and I would make a fucking adorable child.
So, to add to my non-aversions to my laziness, we just got this gorgeous and way-too-comfy bedding set for the bed.
I will never get up againnn.
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[11 May 2007|10:21am] |
Somebody find me a fucking damn apartment.
Mom kicked me out because I pointed out that she's an alcoholic.
I'm gonna leave and let her stew in her own shit because I'm such a selfish bitch and I never did anything for her or anyone else in my family because that's what mom says and she's the motherfucking gospel!
I'm done with her and her family.
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| But there's only one brush we need, it's the one that never leaves a trace. |
[09 May 2007|10:45pm] |
I almost always have the right words. For everything. I've got an opinion on almost everything (I have a lot of apathy for some issues), I have something to say on most every subject but when it comes to writing vows? Fuck.
I don't know why it's so hard to get myself through this barrier I have up. I just don't feel like any words I could write would be good enough. Vows, they're supposed to be things that you mean and mean for forever. Forever doesn't scare me, I know it's not very long. I'm actually upset that forever isn't infinite and that we all eventually die. But writing out words that I will mean for the rest of my life is tricky. I don't know why I feel that way, words are words. I guess it's just difficult to put my emotions into them. Words are constricting for me, they have limited meaning and there isn't nearly enough of them. And I want these ones to be good. Not perfect, but good. Perfection is most definitely outside of my grasp.
Our one year anniversary is in an hour. We're going to dinner and to see The Condemned because I think that it looks badass. I'm gonna get my hair done before I meet up with hom at his work though, so I'll feel pretty because I honestly feel like I look like shit lately even though everyone says I'm just crazy. But that's me, I'm just never good enough for myself. I have days where I'm okay with myself, very rare days where I'm all "damn I'm hot!" and mostly days where I avoid mirrors. Grow up, Emily.
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[08 May 2007|11:59am] |
I don't care if offends people in the "sextips" community.
A GUY THAT LIKES TO SWALLOW HIS OWN SEMEN IS GROSS.
This doesn't mean they're a bad person, they're just gross.
I can understand gay guys doing this because I hear about it so often but a "straight" guy is just being a closet gay guy. This is my opinion, sorry if it offends.
People are becoming too damn sensitive and catering to the easily-offended.
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[04 May 2007|12:04pm] |
Holy fuck, my mom is retarded.
Me: If you let me borrow $20 I can pay you back tomorrow.
Mom: But I have to pay the rent this week!
Me: Yeah, I know, I go to the bank every Saturday, so I can withdraw money to pay you back tomorrow.
Mom: You just don't understand money!
Me: What? Did you hear me using the word borrow? You're not even paying the rent til like.. Tuesday.
Mom: You're wasting my precious sleep time!
And then I walk off feeling like yelling "ALRIGHT YOU LAZY FUCKTARD". But I don't, and I'm still feeling pretty pent up over it. I need to hit something. Stupid people piss me off.
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[10 Apr 2007|01:18am] |
I've never trusted anyone so completely in my entire life.
It feels so amazing.
Also, I think I wanna work on making an advice column.
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[09 Apr 2007|12:13pm] |
Basically, I dreamt last night that I had to find these three little girls that went missing. I kept showing up where people said they were and they'd be gone. I finally found them, their kidnapper left them in some water ride at a theme park. But only two of them knew how to swim, the third little girl drowned. It was very sad.
So, Easter was pretty much retarded. My mom guilted me into seeing her mom and they just wanted me there so they could pick on me. I left 20 minutes after showing up. We went egg hunting at my other grandma's, which was actually fun and has us considering a random egg hunt for our wedding reception.
When we went ovwer to Dave and Deb's, Mike and I got into a little fight because I wanted him to take some Airborne and he just didn't want to. I left it alone but he just kept pushing. Luckily, Deb is a very level-headed lady and pointed out to both of us what we were doing that was blowing things out of proportion. We went out to the car and talked and felt better getting things off our chests. And honestly, I don't regret fights like this because we ALWAYS come out stronger in the end. Deb made a very valid point when she said "the marriages that normally don't last are the ones without any conflict because when conflict eventually comes around they don't know how to handle it healthily."
Also, I am getting a nasty cold. Michael woke up before me today and got me chicken noodle and some peach juice. He fed me soup =). I feel quite a bit better.
We're thinking of having a joined bachelor/bachelorette party...
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[29 Mar 2007|11:01pm] |
Comment to be added.
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| Meme/entree. |
[23 Mar 2007|12:32pm] |
Meme:
Rule: Post the explanation of where your user name came from. Then tag FIVE users whose explanations you would like to hear. If you are tagged, post your explanation to your page.
More basically than not, my username is the title of a Barenaked Ladies song sung from a prostitute's point of view.
This is not a statement about myself, it just happens to be a catchy song. Go Canadanz.
I TAG!:
childofprayer
bahebek
narcicystic
vergeoffrenzy
saigon_ch
Entry:
Most of my planning is done for the wedding and we just reserved honeymoon arrangements last night. High five, man. I hate this planning shit. Soon I can just relax and wait, but my current uppityness is a money to-do. Needing to finish paying off my dress, and have the $350 of veil and tiara removed from my account. Which I have to go through a bunch of red tape bullshit to do even though I haven't even paid for them yet NOR recieved them so it's not a return but the lady I talked to was a bitch.
And I made a carrot cake last night but something went TERRIBLY WRONG. It had an odd garlic taste to it, which has nothing to do with what I did because I just did what the box told me to. SUP BETTY CROCKER?!?!
Needless to say it's too funky to be consumed.
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| People are too afraid. |
[15 Mar 2007|09:56am] |
It's so pathetic how "anti-commitment" my generation is.
They all claim to not want kids, it'll lock them into being parents and then they can't be free to party anymore.
People don't want to get married, because then they can't hook up with every attractive person they meet.
People don't want careers, because then they can't just quit when they feel like it. It's all a bunch of non-comittal bullshit and I'm sick of hearng it.
What the fuck makes you so special?
Why should you get to live your life like you're young forever?
You, as a human, are supposed to grow and make progress.
If you are under the impression that you can just choose some point in your life to remain at forever, you are mistaken.
It's alright to not want these things immediately...
but it's fucking ignorant to just say that you will NEVER want them.
I understand not being sure about having kids eventually, but to just up and say "never" is immature.
Being a parent is not like babysitting, it's not a big chore...
it's something that can be rewarding and enjoyable IF YOU DO IT RIGHT.
Marriage can be an excellent thing if it's to the right person...
but people now are so impatient that they aren't willing to wait it out until that person shows up.
They think that every guy they are with is "the one and only" and is their "soulmate" but it always turns out to be wrong.
People should grow the fuck up.
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[12 Mar 2007|03:10pm] |
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[07 Mar 2007|11:29pm] |
I cannot wait for the day I can be totally honest with my friends.
And apparently, making a little homeade website about your wedding is the "hot thing this season".
Fuck that shit.
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[05 Mar 2007|07:35pm] |
So I'm going to look at an apartment tomorrow that I can actually afford and would REALLY like to get. I want us to not be living with my mother ANYMORE.
Wish me luck?
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[04 Mar 2007|02:09pm] |
I'm posting before anything has even happened yet.
Woo hoo party.
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| Wedding dramaz no moe dramaz. |
[28 Feb 2007|08:25pm] |
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
Okay, so I found my dress. When I least expected it. Mike put a down payment on it and we're like "okay, so we'll ask our parents to chip in. If they can't, no worries." So I ask my dad, and he's all ".....*avoidant*". I say one half of a sentence to my mother and she goes COMPLETELY off the handle about how pointless marriage is and that I should be engaged for two to four years but sleep around during so I have some "life experience". All of that so she could save some money. Anyways, then Mike's parents who are pretty comfy financially haven't offered anything, but they are excited about us getting married. W. T. F. ?.
AND ALSO, everywhere charges for everything.
Deepwood:
Can shove that idea right down the fucking toilet, $1800!
My church:
$800. I'm a fucking registered member, and they charge just as much as they charge strangers.
I could get some ghetto park by WalMart for $100, and then still have to rent chairs for the 100 people invited, give or take, plus all the other things I have to do to dress up the place because it's dreary as fuck.
I'm not sure what to do, seeing as NO ONE WILL FUCKING HELP. And everyone expects us to afford a wedding AND get an apartment beforehand, it's unfair because my dad told me long ago he would help pay for my wedding someday. And mom was so willing to drop $1000 on a dress for my sister to get married to a guy she openly hates. Mom seemed to have melted her icy heart down a little earlier, and offered some help, but who knows what's gonna happen.
At least I get my dress?? *kills someone*
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[26 Feb 2007|03:23am] |
So, Mike's brother and his wife made us set a date. Which we're thankful for, because we were being a little ditzy about it. We decided on August 10th... yes, before my birthday. A lot of people thought I was going to wait but WRONG! Woo. My tailbone hurts.
We're setting the planning into motion but really, it's not gonna be a big wedding. I will have my pretty perfect dress and there will be people but I am NOT throwing a shitload of money into this. People who do so are unwise in my opinion, the money can be spent on better things... like a down payment on a house in some cases. The money people spend on weddings is a little ridiculous.
ANYWAYS. We're going to Deepwood (dirty name, pretty place) tomorrow to look around and see if that's where we wanna have it and crap.
Hannah, you should totally come to my wedding. That would be funny to meet you in person for the first time at my wedding. Or maybe it's only funny to me.
Nichole, MAKE SURE YOUR SKANKY ASS IS HERE BY AUGUST 10TH. Skank. JEWISH SKANK.
My butt is numb =D
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[22 Feb 2007|10:41pm] |
My camera phone kinda sucks most days.
But it knows how to catch me all painted up.
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| Confessions of a Broken Heart |
[18 Feb 2007|04:22am] |
You know your life has been a little pathetic when you can relate to a Lindsay Lohan song.
( Did you ever love me? )
I really wish he'd give out some effort to make things better. We're civil at this point, but I want him to show me he cares. I'm his first kid, I'm getting married [and possibly within the next couple months, much ahead of schedule]. He hardly reacted and it hurt. I'm not sure why. I think I wanted someone I look up to to say SOMETHING. Anything. The only people who say anything are spiteful jealous people. I know he can't be that completely alright with it. That seems almost alien. But I feel like I'm running out of time with him, time to have a real father-daughter relationship. His goatee is going grey. I almost cried when I saw that at Madgei's orchestra concert.
I get stuck in this mindframe that since I don't feel like my life is moving along that no one else's is either and I'm horrificly wrong. I'm so scared fo the day he dies. I don't want it to end with things being the way they are between us. I know people thought I was a daddy's girl growing up, but it was only because he was the only one who could protect me. Within the year he left I got raped. I had no one I trusted to go to about it. I just wanted my daddy. I wanted him to tell me the things I needed to hear because no one else would know what to say. I can't believe he's just dropped me like this. I'm hurting so much because I just want all these people to stop bugging me about wedding details and issues and I want my dad to call me. I want him to call, I want him to ask questions, I want his advice. My mom doesn't care. My sisters don't care. Fuck, they don't even believe me. It's just so unfair that Kim and her kids came along and stole my dad. MY DAD! Not Nicholas's. Not Nathan's. He was mine and my sisters'. We're second now.
[/daddy issues rant]
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