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Not interesting at all. Just like me. |
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In a text-based world, I'm beautiful. My favorite things in life: *cocoa *hugs *banana paraphernalia (chips, smoothies, ice cream....) *knowing that I am understood. *good pens/pencils *writing down my thoughts *serving *conversations of the deep sort. *spending time with those that I love. *a cleansing bunch of noise once in a while *quiet the rest of the time *blogging my lil heart out *understanding *noticing the little things that generally don't matter. *being just a little bit different *pretending to be a poser "You must do the things you think you cannot do." -Eleanor Roosevelt. This is straightforwardly me. |
| i kinda feel like i'm on drugs. Not in a bad way. Just that I don't feel anything, really. I almost feel like my head is stuffed with warm air, and that because of the air, I can't focus on much. Actually, I can focus, but I can't do anything about it. Bad things keep happening. My dad's in jail. My sister had child protective services called on her. (They didn't see anything wrong, but it was really tough on her). I should feel heartbroken. (A certain guy and I aren't getting together because he's graduating and he doesn't want a long distance relationship.) My pay cut is the only thing that even begins to get a rise out of me. I might take a nap instead of going to the football game tonight. |
| I've seen my oldest sister 3 times in 3 years. I saw her randomly this morning at church. At a church that is an hour's drive from her home. At a service that is usually too early for me, but I wanted to go to this morning. I almost left just enough sooner that I would've missed her, but I stayed to talk just a bit longer. And when I looked over at a cute kid, I thought, "She kinda looks like one of my neices." And then I thought, "Why, that IS one of my neices." And then I saw my sister. The coolest part? She really needed someone today. |
| I think I need to practice going to college. I'm still not very good at it. |
| So.... I got a call from Lank yesterday. He wanted my address and the address of a friend of mine. And he told me that our dad wrote to him. All this time that we've been wondering where he is and keeping our eyes out for him? (Yeah, I'm not going to say that we were looking for him, because an active search for Dad usually isn't worth the effort. He's lived in probably 4 or 5 places this year.) So where was he? For a small part of it he was in jail. His trial is today. They expect 5 years. And college kids don't "get" it. Why would this have such little effect on me, and why does it please me in any way? He's better off in jail. For his sake, not anyone else's, it's a good thing. So I can't really talk about it to anyone. |
| This guy really is something. I always feel wonderful around him. Except that he's a little bit on the quiet side, so I accidentally interrupt him all the time. In other news, my (real) little brother came to see me yesterday. He didn't get to meet the guy listed above, which was my only twinge of sadness. Anna comes to see me, and we run errands together. Lank comes to see me, and we hang out. I'm trying pretty hard to be the person that I should be. I'm doing an okay job... |
| no one is on campus. nothing is open. there's nothing to do! we've been to grand haven pier, to the macaroni grille, walking through the ravines, to some bookstores, and we actually played a whole game of Monopoly.  (I came in second, GO ME!) |
| I really like The Juliana Theory. |
| Back into the swing of things...... Hey, it's me, Knee. I'm kicking! I feel a little disconnected from everything on writing.com right now, but that's my fault, not yours. I've got a very busy year ahead of me, but I want to get in a few reviews and such when I get the chance. I have a lot to tell you about, but after awhile, I've realized how much there really is to tell. No one wants to read a blog entry that's 13 pages long. The most important thing about me right now is that I'm finally at peace. |
| And I'm tired. Just wanted everyone to know that I'm alive. (Thanks so much to those who've kept my upgrade going during the summer. It's really heartbreaking to think about losing my blog.)  |
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