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Me I'm 18 and married. I love the outdoors, where I can run around barefoot and feel the grass in my toes. Routine is my middle name, but people tell me I'm not boring, so I guess that either they're just being nice, or it's true. Love Matt is my husband, and I can honestly say I've found my soulmate in him. We are so perfect for each other, but by no means are we perfect people. I know we've spent many life times together, and I plan on enjoying this one to the fullest extent. Never has there been a more perfect match for me, and there never will be. Blog People Lowell Sara John & Sika Sab Lau's deviantART My deviantART Links Jonathon Art Stick Death Magic Hate Ball DeviantART Poke the Penguin Poke the Bunny |
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Monday, January 31, 2005 Legal stuff is a pain in the ass. As if that's news to anyone's ears. I kept forgetting to apply for a new Social Security card with my new name, and I just filled out the application. I have to mail it in, because I can't get to the office before it closes. So I have no idea if they'll accept it or not, if I did it right or not, and I won't find out for "10 - 14 days". Which means 10 - 14 years in legal terms. I also have to get a new driver's licence for this state and my new name. Haven't done that yet, because *big shock* I can't get to the office during open hours. And you can't do it by mail. Which means some morning I'm going to have to get up and take Matt to work so I can go down there and dick around with them. What fun. I'm going to wait for a day when there's no snow on the ground. They don't plow the roads here and I'm not used to this car yet. On the bright side, we just got our plane tickets. We leave here on February 18 at 6:30 in the morning (that's when the flight takes off, we have to be there an hour before, and get up even earlier. Yay.) The plane gets to Albany at 5 in the afternoon. We have almost 4 hours of lay-over in Minneapolis. And that airport is only as big as Albany, so it's not like it's going to take 4 hours to get to the other gate. We stay for two weeks, and leave on March 4. Meaning we have to pay our rent on the 17 of February, seeing how we don't have anyone we can trust to do it while we're gone. Same goes for our mail. So it's going to have to build up in that little PO box for two weeks. I don't think the mailman will be able to fit any more in there after day 3, so I don't know what they're going to do. BUT, at least we get to see everyone. The parents are going to be fighting over who gets to pick us up. And I'm sure grandma will have a dozen dozens of cookies for us. Which I think is called a gross. Maybe I can figure out why my cookies come out fucked up. Probably the altitude. The Pompeii show on Discovery was quite interesting, to be a bit random. Certainly makes you wonder why people live there, knowing it could errupt at any moment. People will never learn, will they? Niki dropped off at 04:00 p.m. Wednesday, January 26, 2005 Changed the layout again. Just practicing. Figuring out different things. I don't like this one much, it still needs tweaking. Maybe an entire do-over. But I love the image, and I want to use it. It just doesn't work well like this. I'll work on it more tomorrow Oh who am I kidding? I'll probably do it all again tonight. Niki dropped off at 09:10 p.m. Wednesday, January 26, 2005 This is... just... there are no words. Just watch it. Niki dropped off at 12:32 p.m. Tuesday, January 25, 2005 Holy. Fucking. Shit. Jon is getting married. Jon as in the asshat nobody really liked for a while. Jon as in not my brother, the other one. Him and Maegan are tying the knot this May. I can't. Fucking. Believe it. I always thought they'd be the odd'ish couple who just lived together for ever and never got married. But they are. And it's almost frightening. Popular year for marriage. Amanda's getting married. Jon's getting married. Jen and Tim are finally getting married. Matt and I are... having a ceremony because we're already married. Who's next? Niki dropped off at 10:36 p.m. Wednesday, January 19, 2005 Matt and I might be going back to New York for a couple weeks in February. Starting at the February vacation from school and staying for those two weeks. We're still not sure, because he has to get leave and we have to get the tickets, but we've checked it all out and it'll work. With one stop-over in Minneapolis. I'll keep posted if we're coming or not and let everyone know. If anyone still reads this, that is. Niki dropped off at 07:45 p.m. Tuesday, January 11, 2005 Insomnia is a wonderful thing. Matt's up and gone to work, and I still haven't gone to bed. Of course, that might have something to do with the fact I got up at 2:30 yesterday afternoon. Hopefully I'll be able to sleep tonight. I'm tired right now, but if I go to sleep I'll wake up about the time Matt's going to bed. I don't want to get in that habit, I'll never see him. Might as well be back in New York if I'm awake while he's sleeping and vice versa. So I guess I load up on coffee all day. Niki dropped off at 06:52 a.m. Sunday, January 9, 2005 My comments don't seem to want to work, so I have to respond here I guess. I miss the closeness we all had. When Laura Sara and I would hang out, or Laura Amy and I. I can't remember the last time we hung out without there being a weird vibe in the air. *Sigh* I just miss it, that's all. But I somehow don't think we'll all ever get back to that point. Niki dropped off at 12:25 p.m. Thursday, January 6, 2005 I swear, I married the strangest man on Earth. He has dreams about zombies quite often (I keep telling him those movies aren't good for him). Now, most people would dream about beating them all with a machine gun and unlimited ammo. But my Matt, I swear, is the only man who dreams of having a single barrel shot gun and two bullets. That was last night. Another time, he dreampt that Garfield saved him. Not the president, the cartoon character. Niki dropped off at 10:59 p.m. Saturday, January 1, 2005 Ever get that feeling of growing apart? I know it's cliché, but I can't help but feel that way. Maybe it has something to do with my move. Or growing up. Just life in itself. Maybe it's nothing. But I can't help but feel I've lost my past. It's not just changed or altered, it's gone. It used to be us girls. We got together whenever we could, and told each other everything. Now it's gone. Hell, I can't even really remember the last time we talked. On the internet, in person, or on the phone. And the last time we had an over-nighter that wasn't awkward... must have been three years ago. I realize that people grow up, things move on, people get busy. But even back in the day, when we were busy with everyone else, we still made the time to eat a half gallon of ice cream by ourselves and talk about whatever came to mind. This isn't just one person, it's all of us. Our tight-knit little group is gone. Shattered. Obliterated. By what? I don't know. All I know is it's gone, and it can never be recovered. And you know the sad part of it all? I'm not that upset. Really, I don't care anymore. Because I've tried to recover the past, re-create it into something that can sustain the future. But it just didn't happen. So I give up. It's not going to happen, and there are others in my life now. It's time to move on. Best friends change. Groups change. People change. It's an ever-changing world we live in, and you all know how I take to change. Or do you? I've changed too. And so here's my final farewell to the past: Bye. There isn't much else to say. It was fun while it lasted, if not awkward in places. We had good times, we had bad times. Lasted through everything but change. You'll still hold a place in my heart. But now is time my heart moved on to other places. Niki dropped off at 03:33 a.m. |