Saturday

Blogger you fucking suck

So apparently Blogger decided to eat the bottom half of my template in the last three days; therefore, my blog is back to its sidebar-lacking, boredom-inducing self. You'll have to bear with me while I renovate it. Can anyone that had a link on the side of my blog email me or comment me your site address again??? Thanks a trillion. Oh and T-diddy - that poop site - totally gross. I will never fully understand your obsession with pooh. Weirdo.

Tuesday

wtf

Alert the media - Simpson has a girlfriend.

The non-rehersal.



Moving sucks ass but, having recently indulged my transient nature, I have finally settled in my new surroundings. I miss my friends, I miss my routines, hell, I miss knowing where everything is in the grocery store, and I am still coping with my new non-student status - it seems to be a bit like ending a long-term relationship. Seven years are almost one third of my life spent in university (if I wasn't 31) and it becomes even scarier when I consider grade, junior, and high school. Shit, I also went to school and became a Pre-Apprenticed Auto Mechanic. Hmm, I figure there has been roughly nine years of my life where I was not attending school. Although, considering I do not remember the 0-5 years, let's say about 4 years of non-school experiences.

After two degrees and about $92, 000 of debt, I figure I need some time to de-stress; therefore, I'm strategically putting off the beginning of my career for working construction and playing video games (no, I did not lie in my 'about me' options - I am female). The problem arises when I try to discern where strategy ends and procrastination begins. Maybe I'm strategically procrastinating. On that personal, yet still boring, note...mmmm...video games.

I survived

I made it, however, my hard drive did not. May we all witness a moment of silence for that piece of shit. I suffered through xmas overdose, the drunk redneck festival at the bars in my home town, excessive alcohol consumption (to cope with the drunk redneck fest.), and the wicked sleep withdrawal experiment that I subject myself to every New Year's night. Here are a few pics to prove my innocence:



My new hair which I'm sure will send all the boys 'a runnin'.




The blasted tree which did not light on fire as I had hoped. My mother practically forced me to take this picture...ah, good times with the family. This was her rendition of a christmas tree. The following two were mine.






I made it through the holiday season and heres to everyone else making it too. Cheers.
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