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Thursday, June 23, 2005
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ^-^

Short entry today, I don't have much time.

So we're finally coming home. Our plane is going to land on tuesday at 6:33 PM. The movers are supposed to call later today to finalize the time they're picking our stuff up. We have a hotel near the airport all set to go, we're staying there tomorrow through Monday. We're labeling all our stuff with our name in case the movers have other peoples' stuff on it.

The apartment people are so screwing us. We're being held responsible for July's rent, even though we won't be here. And we more than likely won't get our deposit back. The Air Force is screwing us too, they're not going to reimburse us for our plane tickets even though we were told that we could be. They're lying to him and saying no, and he basically doesn't have a choice unless he wants them to revoke his discharge orders and court martial him. But at least we have the form to get paid for the move, the more expensive of the two, so we aren't too screwed.

I have sufficiently worn down the skin on my hands with that damn steel wool, because the apartment people are too lazy to clean things themselves.

We're returning the modem to Adelphia later today (I think), so I won't have internet. But the hotel has got free Wireless access.

Still some more packing to do, I should probably get to it.

Niki dropped off at 10:13 a.m.


Saturday, June 18, 2005
The Grudge

No, not the movie. My damn family

My family holds the stupidest grudges sometimes. Aunt Denny won't talk to Aunt Di or Uncle Joel because of one of grandma and papa's aniversaries. Apparently one year Aunt Di and Uncle Joel wanted to get them a really nice hotel room. They told Aunt Denny about it, and wanted her to pitch in some money to help get it. They haven't talked since. It's been probably 15 or more years.

15 YEARS!

I wanted to get grandma's family ring fixed for her for Christmas this year. Uncle Gary's stone fell out a few days after he committed suicide, and they never replaced it. Grandma's told me a few times that she would wear the ring if it got fixed, but her and papa just never got around to it. So I ran this idea by mom to see what she thought, and she said it probably wouldn't be a good idea to try to get the rest of the family involved, because this is exactly the kind of thing that started the grudge in the first place. She said it might be best if it's just her and Matt and I.

I'm having second thoughts though. Because on one hand, if I tell the family about it, they might decide to not talk to me ever again. On the other hand, if I don't, and they hear about it later, they might come back with "well why didn't you tell me about it?" So either way that goes, I'm going to lose. And then I can hear grandma and my conversation when she told me about it, and I can hear how heartbroken she was but was trying to hide it. I really want to do this nice thing for her, but not at the cost of the family. I just don't know what to do anymore.

My family sucks. I really just want to beat on them sometimes. I mean honestly, what is the point in holding a grudge against your brother and sister for 15 years or more? How is she going to feel when one day one of them dies and she knows that the last word that passed between them was a hostile one?

Of course, try telling her that. HA! She'd probably decide to never talk to me again, and then she'd die hating me.

Niki dropped off at 05:59 p.m.


Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Plavix

I love society, I really do. [/sarcasm] Now they've got medications to aid in the medications you're already taking for health problems!

I just saw a commercial for Plavix, some medication that's supposed to aid your current medication in preventing blood clots. Shouldn't whatever you're taking be enough? The commercial's saying to "add Plavix to Advil and your current medication, it works in its own way to prevent blood clottage". What the hell is that supposed to mean? Works in its own way my ass. It's probably just some damn placebo or something they'll charge 5 bucks a capsule for. And if not, then yeah let's take that and make our blood even thinner. Because thin blood that can't clot is so good for you if you cut yourself.

This is getting ridiculous.

Niki dropped off at 06:52 p.m.


Monday, June 13, 2005
Crappage

I'm making a cross stitch thing for my mom for Christmas (I started doing them way early because they take a long time to do). I'm almost done with it, I only have to add the last cloud and do the backstitching. I've been working on it all week. And I accidentally poked my thumb with the needle and bled on it. It sucks some royal ass. So I ran it under cold water for a few minutes, until my hands went numb and I can hardly see the blood spot. I've got it laying out to dry now, which will take a couple days. I just hope the thread colors didn't run, and that you can't see the spot when it dries. If it looks like shit when it's dry, I'll have to go get a new one and do it all over again.

I'm still trying to figure out how I poked myself deep enough to bleed. The needle is blunt. I've been poking myself with it the whole time, and this is the only time I've bled. Figures it'd happen when I was almost done, and in a spot where there's not going to be any thread to cover the canvas. And the canvas is blue, so I can't do bleach. And I'm not giong to go buy a whole gallon of clorox bleach for color for one tiny little spot. We'll just have to see how it turns out.

In other news, Matt's desktop decided to break. Completely. He went to turn it on yesterday, and it said it was missing some Windows file, #32 I think it said. He tried to recover it, but it wouldn't let him, and then he tried to re-install Windows. It told him something about the hard drive that basically meant it's corrupt. Which means the motherboard is probably corrupt, too. I've heard of new viruses going around that do stuff like that. But he's got a really good anti-virus, it should have picked up on it. And he just did a virus scan about a week ago. Unless it got in there before he installed the anti-virus and it was some time release thing. But still, it should have found it during one of the scans.

I'm just glad we didn't do a network, because if it is a virus it would have got my computer too. I think I might just do a scan again to be on the safe side. I just don't get it, how a virus would get to his computer first. I'm the one who goes on all the message boards where you're more likely to get them, he only checks his email. Bah. Computers are stupid. Of course, now it's giving him an excuse to build his dream computer. His very expensive dream computer. And I don't want to spend money just yet, but we'll see. When he gets his orders we'll see what we have to pay for and go from there.

Lastly, I just got my period. Again. After being period-free for about a week and a half. I hate it when this happens. It's supposed to wait, you know, more than a week and a half before starting up again. Maybe I can buy a new uterus on E-Bay.

Niki dropped off at 11:32 a.m.


Friday, June 10, 2005
O.o

Matt: Those people are so aristotelic
Me: Don't you mean aristocratic?

Matt: In my dream last night, I was sitting in a lawn chair pooping into a plastic bag in a used car lot. Is that weird?

Niki dropped off at 12:00 a.m.


Monday, June 6, 2005
Lightbulbs

Ever notice those light fixtures with the multiple light bulbs in them? They're usually ceiling fans. Why is it that only one lightbulb burns out at a time? No doubt when the fixture was first put in, all the lightbulbs were brand-new and of the same wattage. And electricity is supposed to be distributed evenly between them. So why don't they all blow at the same time? Why is it that one will go, and it will be months before another one goes? This baffles me.

Niki dropped off at 11:32 a.m.