Well, I suppose I will keep updating here since Neemo has a livejournal and I can compliment him via this website.  :D  I'm horrible at giving or receiving compliments.  I never feel the ones I give are good enough to express what I truly feel.  Weird huh?  I like to think of myself as a writer yet when it comes to these nuances, I sucks. 

Sam and I are meeting for lunch tomorrow at my old work. I didn't realize how much I'd like being his acquaintance rather than a friend who sees him everyday.  I'm less stressed around him (because I'm not around him too much) and so when I see him, it's just a nice, pleasant conversation.  Just glad to stay in touch with someone who was so important to me.  

Then I have dinner with my dad tomorrow - I really don't see him often enough anymore.  Neemo and I were reading random funny quotes I typed out from things my dad has said and I really started to miss living with him.  I don't know what exactly happened...I just stopped living there.  
 
Afterward nothing shall stop me from seeing my amazing, artistic, rice-cooking boyfriend!  hahaha see I'm bad at compliments.  It's so cool that he's such a good artist and I'm not a terrible writer (I don't think).  I'd say we make quite a team!  I haven't felt this comfortable with someone for a long time.  My self-preserving mechanisms aren't working, so I'm swept off my feet but am not scared at all.  It's awesome. 

Work has been so stressful lately.  I can't go into specifics, but basically the kids are driving me and themselves crazy.  Two days off is just not enough.  At the same time, I love my job - I feel as though I'm really in a position where I can impact someones life in a positive way.  I just have to learn techniques to keep my frustration level down and not show the kids how much they get on my nerves most days. 

Besides all that, I HAVE GOT TO CLEAN MY ROOM tomorrow so that I can sleep with my cat again (that doesn't sound right) because she's so neglected!  I've been sleeping on an air mattress in my mom's room because my room is messy and my cat makes me sneeze but I want her to live a long time and be happy and so I'm going to have to suck up the cat hair and deal so she can have a long, happy, healthy life with her human (whom she owns).  

okay, that's it.  When I get used to using this site again, I hope I'll have some random, exciting entries.  I sound so old.  

000oooh!  on an exciting note, I downloaded Medievil on my PSP!  I love that game! 

9.  Peach, Plum, Pear

We speak in the store
I'm a sensitive bore
you seem markedly more
and I'm oozing surprise

But it's late in the day
and you're well on your way
what was golden went gray
and I'm suddenly shy

And the gathering floozies
afford to be choosy
and all sneezing darkly
in the dimming divide

I have read the right books
to interpret your looks
you were knocking me down
with the palm of your eye

This is unlike the story
it was written to be
I was riding its back
when it used to ride me

And we were galloping manic
to the mouth of the source
we were swallowing panic
in the face of its force

And I am blue
I am blue and unwell,
made me bolt like a horse.

Now it's done.
Watch it go.
You've changed some.
Water run from the snow.

Am I so dear?
Do I run rare?
You've changed some:
peach, plum, pear.

~Joanna Newsome

I love this song, and have been feeling this way a lot recently.  whatever that means. 

I'm a little intimidated being back on livejournal and it kind of pissed me off that I couldn't take back my old username, even though no one is using it.  This username suits me though because I'm sometimes referred to as, Mr. F (Mentally retarded female) by my wonderfully supportive friends :P
Also...F4 is the class of tornado I think I must be.

I was trying to get in touch with someone on livejournal and then kind of missed this place.  I haven't been to the site in probably about a year and it looks like somethings have changed.  But my good friend Zath encouraged me to rejoin so she could have someone to talk to on here, and I figured, why not?  I'm sure I can contain my drama...and even if I can't, who cares.  That's what journals are for right?  better to release my endless drama here than spew it all over Mike or my friends. 

So here's I am.  Not much to say currently, a lot has happened since I was last here, but the past is the past. 

One thing I know for sure is, I can't discuss my job.

The first rule of this company, is you do not talk about the company.
The second rule of this company, is you do not talk about the company. 
ahwells, my venting shall be for co-workers I suppose. 
:P jk, I doubt they want us to be as secret as other kinds of jobs, but just in case, I will not talk about the company.  It's kind of cool to say I can't talk about work.  makes it kind of mysterious.  (I could use a little mystery)

But anyway, extremely excited about the new job, excited to be getting experience in a field I'm interested in, excited to hopefully afford an apartment soon, excited that my cat can wander around there instead of contained in my room all the time. 

oh...my kitty.  I could talk about her for a while.  She's inbred so her tounge sticks out and I'm pretty sure she's a mr. f too because she doesn't seem too...fast.  she wheezes and sneezes a lot, getting brown slober marks all over my bed and walls.  it's such fun to clean.  But she is the sweetest cat.  She is in constant need of affection and likes to rub her head against mine, which I found out recently has to do with cats marking their territory but I still like to think she just wants to psychically connect with me. :) 
I love my Calypso.

Picture time!!!!!