Protected: The one I’ve always wanted. The one that makes me believe.
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Arabella ate her weight in my gummy bears today. I didn’t even leave them out- THEY WERE IN MY BACKPACK. Which she SOMEHOW got into, ripped the plastic off, and devoured them ALL before I got home. I’ve used an entire half-gallon of oxystrength pet stain remover on my poor carpet today alone. That thing cost me 12 bucks, supposed to last a month, IN A DAY. And don’t even get me started on how bad her puke smells, with the sweet gummy scent combined with her acid bile/food from this morning. (Apologies for the graphic nature of this paragraph.) If I wanted to clean throw-up all day, I would have a kid.
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I password-protected a post I wrote about two weeks ago. There are no juicy secrets in it, sorry, I just don’t want that information about me available to the general public. Future protected posts will more than likely be coming, and the password will be the same for all. If you want the password, comment on this post or send me an email.
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The House passed the healthcare reform bill tonight. Remember when I wrote this, about my friend who freaks the fuck out at anyone who could be remotely liberal? Yeah, guess who wrote a Facebook status almost immediately, sparking debate (not bad) and namecalling (bad.) WHICH PISSES ME OFF ALL OVER AGAIN. Shit, I don’t care if you hate the bill. Honestly, I’m not quite fond of it myself. But to write “FOR ALL YOU IGNORANT LIBERALS….I’M SURE THIS IS ALL GEORGE BUSH’S FAULT.”? Really? Do you really need the “for all you ignorant liberals” part? As I recall, there were plenty of conservatives blaming Bush 24/7. So shut the fuck up. *P.S. Just for you, one-who-wrote-Facebook-status, I’m not-so-secretly glad that someone poked a hole in your credibility and commended a liberal for taking the high road. HA!*
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To the surprise of no one, I’m pretty sure I’m failing approximately half my classes.
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My mom hit a deer last week, driving my dad’s car. We took it to the dealer, along with my car (scheduled maintenance), to make sure nothing was technically wrong with it and to order new parts. The service technician propped the hood open to check the engine, stuck his hand in there, and pulled out… OUR HOUSE PHONE. From the engine. All my mom said was, “THAT’S where that went!”
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I bought a new LCD HDTV. It is gorgeous and the most grown-up thing I have ever bought myself. I’ll be living off Ramen and water for the next thirty years, but who cares? I HAVE A FUCKING SWEET TV! Also on the home-y note, I’m painting my rooms dark blue and dark green, a definite upgrade from the current dingy, contractor-painted colors.
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Get ready for tomorrow… where I detail everything that I’ve been feeling toward MFH for the past, oh, ever! (Oh, and in case anyone noticed, I didn’t do a first of the month post for November. Because absolutely nothing is happening in November.)
Privacy
My roommate, Eliesa’s, Facebook got hacked last night. A person on one of her friends’ accounts was talking to her on Facebook Chat and asked her for her email address and password for MSN to “play a prank” on her cousin. Eliesa thought it was the girl, she gave it to them, and they hacked her email and her Facebook, since that login information was the same. The person then went through her friends, Facebook Chat-ing (?) her friends, including me, asking the same thing.
This freaks me out on so many levels. We’re using the Internet. We’re usually not aware that a person you’re friends with on Facebook, that you know in real life, could have been hacked, and that person is stealing all your information. Your name, your birthdate, and your hometown are sometimes all you need to steal a person’s identity.
I made my Facebook completely unsearchable except to those in my two networks, and removed all my identifying information. (My birth year, where I live now, my full name, etc.) I closed my Plurk account, Blip.fm account, Webshots accounts from forever ago, and most other accounts I had lying around, completely open but forgotten about. I increased the security with Flickr, and I may possibly make all my photos there private (so if you aren’t my friend on Flickr and you want to see my photos in the future, add me.) I made my Twitter private, a move of which I’m not sure I’ll stick with, but one that I’m happy making at the moment due to the fact that I like using it to tell people where I am and what I’m doing.
As for this blog, I’ve tried to make it a little less revealing, but honestly it’s hard to find this on Google by entering my name or anything. I don’t use last names, I rarely use place names, and I’m going to stop writing about when I’m gone and only post my adventures after I get home. Only a certain number of people read my blog regularly, but I really don’t know that for certain given that I don’t track IP addresses or anything. For all I know, some creeper could be closely following my every move.
So there ya have it. Follow me on Twitter, friend me on Flickr, friend me on Facebook, because I’m now concerned about privacy.
Faded and weary
I lied. There’s more to why I haven’t been blogging than not having anything to say. I DO have things to say, but I think the problem is that I’m not sure I can coherently express what I’m feeling.
The truth is, I’m struggling.
There is a huge part of me that is restless. One that wants to leave and go explore the rest of the country, just up and drive away. A part that isn’t content with going to school day after day, doing the same thing over and over. I can’t figure out if this is an effect of changing something in my life every two years or less (i.e., moving, switching schools, etc…and we’re coming up on two years now) or if it’s something different altogether. And maybe it’s not just the mundane part of life, that doesn’t really explain it- more like, that certain “something mundane” needs to change.
For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been exhausted. I go to bed by ten at the latest, and on the weekends or days I skip class I’ll sleep till noon. Apparently fatigue in young women is usually explained by either stress or depression, and I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE IT IS. I don’t think I’m depressed, I’m not suicidal or anything, is that a requirement for depression? But I also don’t think I’m all that stressed, either. More like confused and unmotivated.
I don’t want to DO anything. Well, that’s not true either. I don’t mind nannying; in fact, that’s probably the highlight of my day- I get paid to hang out with kids! I just don’t want to go to school. I don’t feel like making plans with anyone, except for occasionally with a select few. I don’t really want to skate. I’m just TIRED. Of everything.
To top that all off, I miss my family in Tulsa. All. The. Freaking. Time.
And that’s what has been going through my head lately. Aren’t you glad you wondered?
P.S. Now that I reread that, maybe I am depressed.
