Final post

Hey All,

Gosh so this blogging thing isn't for me, but I do realize the importance of learning how to do it. For business  and for personal use. Just not for me. Not right now, but I'm being dragged into the information age kicking and screaming. Well not really, I just have a hard time using it to communicate, I rather do it in person. So much can be lost in translation on here.

So I finish this blog with relief.

Good Day

worst project yet for me personally

I hate blogging. Who wants to tell tons of strangers about their life? I don't have  time fir this. This blog is a pain in my butt and I resent that fact that I have to keep coming up with things to tell strangers that I don't know or care to know at this selfish spot in my life.  Gosh I never thought I'd hate something that is so simple, so much. But I do... I hate blogging....people are disconnected from the real world. Isolation is what's next for this e-society. No one is truly connected. How about a frickin cup of coffee with a friend to blow off steam?

Only one more post and then this blog is coming down!!!!!!!!

The we're not friends anymore, move...

Agghhh

I'm sure everyone has known someone like this. You love them but you can't be around them, 'cause they have bad habits or a lame boy/girlfriend, or they just can't do what they say they can. So you still love them but keep your distance.

Anyways I had distanced myself from a person and then they had this super emergency and needed a place to stay to I talked to my landlords and got it all worked out...The person was supposed to move in tomorrow, I called today to firm up the plans and he told me he wasn't gonna move in. Now I owe my landlords the rent he was supposed to pay and we'll see about getting my deposit back when I move out.

Whatever I want to live alone anyways, blessing in disguise.
Have a good day

When I was four

Hey all,


A funny story for ya.

When I was four my dad was painting an Air Stream trailer for my sister. The inside, white. He was using gasoline in a mason jar for paint thinner. Now I have always been a fan of sweets.  So two of my older brothers decided to see what would happen if they told me it was a milkshake. Well I drank. And started coughing and in the mean time my dad was missing the paint thinner, came looking. I was rushed to the hospital. They couldn't pump my stomach because gas could get in my lungs, so instead they had me drink a lot of milk and a huge bowl of ice cream, while my two brothers watched and didn't get any. They have also pushed me into a bear cage at a living museum, put me in a suit case and sent it down the stairs. Ah, being the only girl.



Have a good one :)

A low point

I moved to the west coast to leave behind a childhood of destruction and menace…when I was 17, three boys from my school were gunned down after a party just a few blocks from my house one night. I even remember saying to my mother and sister (whom was in town visiting and the reason I wasn’t at the party) “gosh someone must have died ‘cause they don’t run sirens in residential areas. “  It came out over ten years later that the murders were over about $500 worth of cocaine. I rode horses with the girl that finally admitted what happened. My neighbor and a kid that I stood at the bus stop with for my whole school career murdered two elderly people and threw their bodies in a ditch. My friend’s older brother placed explosives in one of the campus police trucks and blew that up. Most everyone that I grew up with has gone to jail, prison, or rehab and a few to the grave, much too early I must say. But for some reason today I’m not feeling like I’ve done much better…All alone, no  family in the area, I’ve done too much and seen too much to hang out with the regular kids, I’m jaded I guess. I can’t go back to that life style I worked so hard to get away from.  I know there is a point to the struggle, but I am having a hard time finding it today.

I'll be back with funny tomorrow.

Good evening...that reminds me of Sunday nights and Mystery on PBS

Blog one,

I'm trying to keep up in my computer class and this is the start of it. I don't know about the rest of you but I am ready for this rain rain to go away, and come again not another day.

I'm also taking a boxing class this semester, today was the first day and the instructor seems like a cool guy that's probably going to make me cry at some point and I will let you all know I am sure.

So 200 words. I like movies, funny ones, and I also like the gangster drama, and the new horror comedy... Zombie Land, but NOT horror!!!

Oh a little story about scary movies...

I worked the grave yard shift at a hotel when I was 18. To give you an idea, it was older but well taken care of, it was one of the Maloofs first properties, and there was a working full size organ in one of the ball rooms. Old school, creepy at night, and people always were talking about ghosts.

So one day me and my co-worker and the night security all went to see The Ring, you all know how the story goes, you get a call or something and then watch a video and TV goes blurry, then you die with a horrific look on your face.

So back at work, I’m sitting over at the lobby bar, it's all closed up, lights off I'm watching TV. So there I sit in the dark, and in the middle of my show the TV goes to blurry (did I mention my mom is a zealot and raised me to believe in and be afraid of demons) Out of the bar I run, across the lobby at full speed and do a jump/roll sort of maneuver over the 4' high front desk counter. I get to the back room to see my co-worker and the security guard laughing themselves into convulsions watching the security cameras.

I think I might just tell you all stories.