Family

Well today is Mother's Day, and my mother, grandmother, sister, and myself went out to eat and it was enjoyable (the waiter was pretty cute). So at the current time, we are now sitting at the table at my sister's house, recounting the many embarrassing and funny situations that have occured between all of us. (And yes I am typing this as we are all talking about it.) I realize that I have had a pretty interesting life, and I don't remember as much about the early years as my sister, obviously since she is eight years older than me. We have had countless pets, participated in countless sports, beat each other senseless numerous amounts of times, etc. I think the one story that is still sticking and reverberating in my head is the one that my mom had told us about an hour ago. My sister did not like me when I was born, not at all, she was never allowed to bath me or anything because she had threatened to drown me (really, it's funny.) So my mom is an obstetrics nurse, (meaning she works with babies and loves it) and she teaches lamaas classes and infant care classes when she is asked. One of the stories she said she used to tell in order to encourage the mothers to include the older children in the activity and all was that my sister used to use a cabbage patch doll and pretend to breast feed it while my mother breast fed me. Yeah, I laughed, really really hard. It makes me really love my life, my sister and I used to hate each other, but we are best friends now, and no matter what we are always there for each other. My parents are pretty great to us, even though my father can be a douche. My mother is a saint, now granted she has NOT always been like that, she is the most amazing, caring, supportive mother NOW.

I Fear New York

Well, I had a dream the other night that, unless you actually saw the dream, witnessed it as I had, you might have woken up as petrified as I did. When I relayed it to Watson, she just looked at me and started laughing. Anyways, I shall recount the freaky ass nightmare (cauche mar in french for you french weanies like me )

So my mother and I, in the dream, went to New York City. We were walking around, looking for somewhere to shop. Next thing I know, we are up in the Empire State Building and there is an earthquake. I am freaking out and running down these hundreds of flights of stairs and find my way out on to the streets. Then my mom calls and says she is in the building still. freaking out once again, I run up all the flights of stairs (yeah I wish I were like my dream self haha) and find her at the top, you can feel the building rocking back and forth and hear this metal bending sound. I look back again and she is gone, the phone rings and she is on the street waiting for me ( yes this defies a lot, but hey dreams are freaky). As I run down all the damn steps again, I see women and children singing and skipping and playing, and I am wondering where in gods name all the weed came from because these people have problems, and I tell them to follow me, but they just laugh and go back to playing (?????). I make it to the bottom and as I get onto the street, the building starts to topple and it falls into the river ( I have no clue if it is actually near the river or not). I end up at Laguardia and realize my mom is no where around, and I'm like..............fuck. I woke up at that point, but I had a feeling that something even worse was really going to happen.

I am not a very good storyteller, but hey, oh well. All I know is that that was the first nightmare I have had since I was like 5 and I had the nightmare about the vampire that turned into a spoon when you screamed and it was chasing me and my sister. But yeah, I have an over active imagination, that's is why I am so damn adorable haha

More later, I am getting ready to watch some hockey, and if Chris gets of work later and wants a booze fest, so be it haha

dear lord

The Sonnet Deliberate Gentle Love Dreamer (DGLDf) Romantic, hopeful, and composed. You are the Sonnet. Get it? Composed? Sonnets want Love and have high ideals about it. They're conscientious people, caring & careful. You yourself have deep convictions, and you devote a lot of thought to romance and what it should be. This will frighten away most potential mates, but that's okay, because you're very choosy with your affections anyway. You'd absolutely refuse to date someone dumber than you, for instance. Your exact opposite: Genghis Khunt Random Brutal Sex Master Lovers who share your idealized perspective, or who are at least willing to totally throw themselves into a relationship, will be very, very happy with you. And you with them. You're already selfless and compassionate, and with the right partner, there's no doubt you can be sensual, even adventurously so. You probably have lots of female friends, and they have a special soft spot for you. Babies do, too, at the tippy-top of their baby skulls. ALWAYS AVOID: The 5-Night Stand, The False Messiah, The Hornivore, The Last Man on Earth

After the fact.....

It is pretty sad when I can relate to Stevie Nicks while making friends/enemies with the captain all over again. It's even sadder when I acknowledge this said occurrence. Hancock Hall, and being in it are the main reasons for my perpetual love of Captain Morgan, well that's a pretty bad scapegoat huh? Anyways, so I have been accepted for an internship in Washington D.C. this summer, which I am insanely excited about, until I realize.........FUCK I need to buy more clothes. For those of you who know me and are currently scratching their heads thinking "wait, she doesn't want to buy more clothes???" I know, I nearly had a coronary when I realized this too. But the truth is, I am not exactly making big bucks working 10 hours a week, believe me it is fabulous and all but, clothes are just not a priority now. You can all shut your mouths because you must realize that I am maturing at a gracious rate. I have like 10 years to make up for not maturing quickly enough, it's about time the horomones and brain cells got to work! If only I could say the same for my body, they say that when you lose weight, your breasts get smaller, seriously......mine didn't, they got bigger....and I feel scorned hehe. So I realized that no one ever leaves any comments..........seriously guys, I don't mind, in fact, I rather like it!! So comment away........please??

not a pony but a puppy

My mom got me a puppy for Christmas..........she always tells me what she gets me before I get home, ruining the point of gift giving. It is going to be church hopping to, right when I get home and then the next morning. I will just be very glad to be home and see my mom and sister. And of course all my friends back home, it has been 4 months..........wow time really flew by this semester, I am already a junior and I can't believe it.

Mom, can you hear me.......I want a pony.

I have decided that the speakerphone on my cell phone is on of the most amazing inventions ever created! I am currently carrying on a bantering conversation with my mother (as they always are) and typing at the same time. Modern convienences are something to be thankful for, as horrible as that is. Finals are in about a week and a half, which pales my face because I am no where near ready for those, not to mention the tons of papers that are due next week before finals. I think the most annoying thing about this schedule coming up, is that I don't get to go home until Christmas Eve. Well that might be remedied, we are trying to see if there are any flights on Friday out.

Well that's enough for now, in depth is not the way to go for me, and I have way to much studying and writing to get to.

Forces to be reckoned with (yeah I know you are up there big guy...)

Sometimes, I think the man is on my side, and then I get shoved on my ass for a good laugh, i know he IS having a good chuckle, and I am sure it is against whatever religion they call me and my family. Not the chuckling on his behalf........the me saying it wam him. I have no idea if that makes sense, but whatever.

The possibility of a new job has been presented, hopefully I can do it, less hours, paid a little more, I am only working about 15-16 hours a week but I have had NO time to study and whatnot, I haven't gotten to sleep before 5 at all this week, and it has been really bothering me.

The looming of the oh so wanted and wished for and worshiped 21st birthday is fast and coming, and I can't believe I'm not a teenager anymore........that was like a year or two ago, and it makes me feel extremely old. Wow that makes the parental units ancient, and my sister a dino haha. So I am working for my birthday, not really bothered by that, everyone does it anyways right? As soon as Vicki gets her ass back on campus, then we shall celebrate and watch One Tree Hill and Gilmore Girls, yes that is what we do as our together activity. And it is funny because that is what initially made us really good friends, I can say she is my friend, not just my room mate, and I like that, people who know me from back in the day, well I would hope, thought I was a nice person........like I said, I would hope.