			Me I'm 17, I'm fresh out of high school, I'm engaged, and since I've gotten out of high school I've forgotten that people actually do exist. God I miss people. Love I'm in love with Matt. He's very kind and gentle, and he doesn't judge me or try to change me. We're going to have a wonderful little family some day, and we'll always be in as much love as we are now. Blog Archive Quizzes People Lau Sara John & Sika Sab Links Jonathon Art TCS Stick Death Fling the Cow Magic Hate Ball DeviantART Penguin Baseball! Poke the Penguin Poke the Bunny
Thursday, March 25, 2004 It's been a few weeks since I've updated. Not much to talk about in my mundane little life. On the plus side, Matt's coming home. It's not set in stone yet, but I just know that he's coming home. Next month. And he's never going back. I don't know how many people I've told about this, but here's the story for those of you who still read this: Matt doesn't like the idea that he could be sent off somewhere with a gun and told to kill people. He just can't make peace with the concept of murder. This is the man who doesn't like to kill spiders and other creepy crawly things, and they think he's going to go off and kill people? So he decided to apply for consciensious objector (basically a fancy way of waying pacifist) and getting out based on that. They threatened him a whole lot at first. They'd call him in to the office and yell at him. They told him that "when this fails, I'll try you with falsifying a contract and make sure you get the maximum punishment, which is five years in jail" and blah blah blah. They also singled him out and yelled at him for whatever they could yell at him for. Your basic military bullshit hissy fit. Basically what he has to do to win this thing is prove he's sincere in his religious beliefs (that's what he's going on) and that he didn't falsify his contract when he signed up. (They ask if you're a consciensius objector when you sign up, and he wasn't when he signed up). He's submitting his journal from boot camp as proof that he didn't falsify his contract, because during boot camp he was completely hyped up about the military, he loved it. He's also got books and papers about his beliefs, which are proof he's not lying about that. He's got a solid case. Normally, these kinds of cases take about 6 months to pull through. At least that's what he's been told. But I have a very strong feeling that he'll be home next month. He started this back in January/February, and it's just now starting to pick up some pace. It's still moving along like a slug, but I really do think he'll be home next month. April. That's when he's coming home. I know it sounds like wishful thinking, but I really honestly do feel like he'll be home. It's not just a "oh I hope he's home for my birthday and dance recital". I was writing about it in my diary one day, and it just flew right out before I even knew what the thought was. He will be getting out in April and coming home. Normally when I have a thought like that, a random thought out of nowhere at all, it's correct. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, it's right. He's coming home next month. So that's the story for anyone who doesn't know it yet. If anyone still reads this. Niki ran away at 12:03 p.m. Wednesday, March 17, 2004 This is incredibly fun. Niki ran away at 12:12 p.m. Tuesday, March 16, 2004 Memory lane strikes again. This time with beanie babies. ....Doby.... That's all I have to say. Niki ran away at 11:05 a.m. Sunday, March 14, 2004 Ange really pisses me off sometimes. We have Shannon this week because she has the chicken pox. Wonderful mother Ange makes, eh? Aparantly, the guy she's living with (Mike, I think his name is) has never had the chicken pox. At least, that's what she says. I guarantee it's just an excuse to get rid of Shannon for a week. Of course, when she brought Shannon down, we didn't know if dad had had them or not yet. So he's been in the garage avoiding contact with her just in case. Dad's sister called and told us that yes, he's had them before. So that's all good. But the idea that Ange just didn't want to take care of her sick kid ticks me off. And I guarantee that that was at least part of it. Of course, the plan was that if dad hadn't had them before, I would be staying at Grandma's with Shannon. Because Grandma and Papa are down in Tennessee right now, but they said I could stay at their house if I wanted to or needed to. So mom was going to send me down there to take care of Shannon by myself. It wouldn't have been a big deal, she's mainly independant. She's not hard to take care of, not a problem child. But the fact that my whole week could have been shitty because her mother didn't want to take care of her pisses me off. I love Ange, she's my cousin. She's family. But she really pisses me off with how irresponsible for her child she is. She acts like she's 14 when she's 28. Whenever the smallest problem comes up concerning Shannon, she tries to get rid of her. She doesn't want Shannon at all, and she's said that right to Grandma's face. I was there that day. Grandma was trying to talk some sense into Ange one day. Ange wasn't paying for her truck or her student loans, and Grandma was trying to tell her that if she kept that up, she'd lose Shannon eventually. And to that, Ange replied "oh well, I don't want her". It fucking pisses me off. How could you have a child, keep it, and then just use it as a tool to get what you really want? That's exactly what she does. She threatens the family with Shannon. If she doesn't get what she wants, she'll just say "well you'll never see Shannon again". And it pisses me off. I really want to take Shannon away from her and keep her. She's a good kid and didn't deserve to get a mother like Ange. She's going to have a hard life with Ange for a mother. Not as hard as some people I know, and I wish that someone would have taken them away, too. Nobody deserves to have bad parents. Of course, it's almost impossible to take a child away from its parents when the child is clothed and fed with a roof over its head, no matter what the circumstances. It'd be so much easier if they were living on the street. But I don't want that for Shannon. So I guess all I can do is sit here and piss and moan, which doesn't get one god damned thing done. So I'm just going to shut the fuck up about it. Niki ran away at 02:03 p.m. Wednesday, March 10, 2004 Archived. About a week ago. But I haven't had the ambition to do an update (nor the access to a computer) Grandma and Papa are off to Tennessee. They left this morning, they'll be there sometime Friday. The cats probably hate me, I had to put them downstairs and shut the door. Grandma's orders. She doesn't want the cats to claw everything up while they're gone. That's about it for any kind of update on my life. I've just been sitting around reading and such. Not real exciting. Blah. Niki ran away at 03:54 p.m.