femini_jolie

No home for this

Wed, 17 Sep 2008 16:27:43 GMT

I figured something out while cleaning the hardened filth caked on our microwave walls. The parable of the fisherman who built his house upon the sand, and the rocks. I understood what it meant within my life. I had put my faith and made my foundation, ( the great love within my life) out of my parents and my love for them. So when they divorced ( the storm had finally blown over our house) i was left to endure a storm unprotected as well have to deal with the fact that i had no shelter nor home to live in anymore. Now in order not to endure the same hell i exist without a home.
So what or where should i dwell?

HI owdy Ho

Sat, 13 Sep 2008 17:16:27 GMT

thank you for the thunderous applause for my return to inter web journal posting community. I was, it seems, more lost without the helpful guidance of written release than i was aided by the absence of a computer. May you rest in peace Sheeba. BUT now that Sheeba's rebirth is eminent, thanks to the cheap and miraculous ebay, I am more apt to feel a pull towards the internet and its billions of free-flowing ideas and this journal to release the thoughts and creativities pent up in the dusty crevices of my skull. First thing I noticed, and decided to mend was my friend list...notice the friends you have and alliances you have made are a litmus for your current life situation, so away with the old in in with the new and more improved way of thinking. Secondly, why is it that I always, always, alwayz forget what my password is? I could sit her a fathom up a million possibilities and still be dead wrong on what it actually was. anyway i think this will do as a satisfactory re introduction so im out

Gaint Ball of Overwritten

Sun, 23 Mar 2008 23:03:32 GMT

Today has blessed me with the extreme inability of completing anything; hidden beneath a questionable exterior is a load of...homework that has to be written and completed by Wednesday. A whole friggin book practically-well more along the lines of 15 or so pages but the point remains. I have a ton of work that has yet to be unfinished. Work that I don't want to do and don't want to fail either. what to do what to do. life has so many choices, and I going through all the options before bunkering done and doing what needs to be done.

One of todays choices happened to have been playing golf. A first. hahahaha, i left so many holes in that green you would have thought that it just got cut by a....(insert some witty comment--because mine wasn't pc) but it was amazing! My girls and I had so much fun X D. my longest drive was about 200 yards..almost thru my back out on that one. But earlier that night we went bowling (another first) and ended up staying out until 2 or 3 in the morning. So i was completely beat this glorious Easter Sunday. So much so that I fell asleep in church, and unfortunately didnt wake up until the communion plate was 3 inches away from my face. Minor-ly embarrassing.

but it about time to actually put a dent in the writing i have to do for an actually grade, then travel forward into the asphault horizon for dinner and a movie with friends. = ) my my isn't the life of a student great?