my life.
Yes, I am kind of TOTALLY off my head, but then again Alice in Wonderland said that all the best people are, so there's gotta be something i'm doing at least a little bit correct.
And now, 15 minutes of Worf’s ideas getting shot down by everyone on The Next Generation (via io9)
Poor Worf…
I am a terrible blogger
So, first of all, I haven’t written a blog in quite a long time so I kind of have a lot of catching up to do. As I’m writing this, the plane is cruising at 35,000 feet and the sun just set so it looks like there’s a bit of the horizon on fire. It’s really gorgeous, I’ll be sure to post pics. So, I’ve never flown alone before. Thus far it’s been an interesting experience. Somehow I managed to get a window seat, which is fantastic because I pretty much require it. I absolutely LOVE to look out the window during the flight. Plus, being able to take a TON of pictures is a pretty major bonus because I’m kind of a photo freak.
Funny story time: A little while ago, I turned on my cell phone and I was perplexed because it was telling me it didn’t have any service and I have no idea how I’m getting from the airport to my house, so naturally I was freaking out a little. Apparently my amazing reception that I get with Verizon doesn’t work at 30,000 feet. Weird, right? (Please note dripping sarcasm.) Yea, I can REEEALLY be an idiot sometimes, if you haven’t figured that out yet.
SO! Florida. That was one hell of a trip! We drove from Baltimore to Lakeland and it took 2 days. I have a breakdown of the trip on my iPod.
Day 1:
12pm- left Baltimore
2pm- crossed Virginia state line
8pm- stopped at a (very much NOT super) Super 8 in Fayetteville, NC for the night
Day 2:
10:15am- left Fayetteville
11am- Crossed South Carolina state line and drove through a city called Dillon, which 7 year old Dillon thought was pretty damn cool.
2pm- crossed the Georgia state line
4:20pm- crossed the Florida state line. No, I am not joking. It was 4:20, which Jen found particularly funny.
I didn’t write down exactly when we got to Lakeland, because when we pulled up things got a little crazy. As soon as Jen saw George, she jumped out of the car and went to hug him. After that, there was a bunch of un-packing hullabaloo.
Background info: Jen and George have known each other for 20 years and omfg we are losing altitude… I think it’s almost time to land, so I’m gonna go now. I’ll finish this later I guess.
…later…
(I’m back at my house now…) As I was saying on the plane, Jen and George have been friends as long as I’ve been alive. George and his wife Darlynn live in Lakeland with their (at the moment) 6 children. Their 3 biological children are Devin, Dara, and Dylan. Their 3 foster children are Chastity, Marcus, and Tenisha. George and his family live right next door to Jen and George is their landlord. I think that’s it for background info. So anyway, we un-packed and basically commenced with living our lives. Boyden went to Teen Challenge after a couple of days, like he was supposed to. Jen and I were doing pretty well getting into a routine and everything with the kids, and then one night at like 2 or 3 am he called and asked her to come get him. Apparently it was reeeeeally awful there and he couldn’t stay. From the stories he was telling, it sounded horrible. So anyway, Boyden came back and the world went crazy for a bit because stuff got shaken up again. After that, the most noteworthy thing I can remember is going to the Strawberry Festival. It was SO much fun! We actually ended up going twice. The first time, we had the kids with us (just the older ones) and it was amazing because they had so much fun. The second time was amazing because I got to see Reba McIntyre and there were no kids to worry about so we actually got to get on some big kid rides. Of course, I was too much of a chicken shit to get on any of the really good rides, even with the meds jen gave me, but I still had an amazing time. I also got these really really gorgeous fused glass pendants that I am totally and completely in love with. And that’s basically all I can remember about Florida right at the moment, because it’s 3am and I have something else taking up a large portion of my mind. I’m not quite ready to share the gory details of that one, and besides, I’m sort of falling asleep while typing this. So, I’m just going to go copy and paste this from Word (which I had to use to start it because Southwest doesn’t have wifi) and then I’m going to go to sleep… I hope. Nighty night kittens!
<3, me
If I said I want your body now, would you hold it against me?
So, a little bit ago, I put up a post about my babies moving to Florida and how totally devastated that makes me feel. Well, update! I’m going too, but only for about a month, and we’re leaving Monday, as in roughly 36 hours from now. and we’re driving. I know I swore back in high school that i’d never even think of doing that again, but it’s for my babies and I would basically do ANYTHING for them. Bryan and Ella keep insisting that i’m not going to come back, but i’m too emotionally attached to Baltimore right now. As Nick’s mom pointed out, I really don’t have anything going on here which is pretty depressing but emotionally I just can’t leave permanently. I do think that this trip is going to help me get some perspective though, which I desperately need. It’s either going to help me fix everything (or at the very least a damn good start) or it’s going to send me soaring into another nervous breakdown.
aaaaaanyhoo, on a better note…. I’m watching moneyball and so far it’s actually a really good movie. Too much baseball terminology though. It IS actually really nice to see Brad Pitt not play a character that isn’t a pretty boy and therefore a total tool.
Oh! and as for the title, well, that’s a secret i’ll never tell. ;)
xoxo, me
(haha! you thought I was gonna say Gossip Girl, didn’t you?)
As usual, staring at the sky, thinking way too much.
It is said that, if forgotten, history is doomed to repeat itself. Well, what if I remember EXACTLY what happened, and i’m still doing it anyway?
rant time: my father.
Just when I thought I couldn’t despise him any more, he goes on and makes it worse. He just came home from what he called “surgery”. It was an out-patient PROCEDURE and he is higher than a fucking kite, like more than usual. He is also more irritating than usual because of it, which is super fun to deal with. He keeps trying to talk to me… rawr. I’m not even supposed to be here right now.
rant over…. for now.
So anyhow, last night. It started out terrible, but at 2:30am, it ended BEAUTIFULLY. I actually had a conversation with someone about something that really mattered, and (as far as I can tell) neither one of us was freaked out about it. I was, of course, nervous as hell the WHOLE time, but I think it went well. AND, for the first time in a long time, i went to sleep smiling, and had the sweetest dreams ever. It was absolutely, positively wonderful. Well, ttfn I guess.
<3, me
“The Waiting Game”
I am a VERY impatient person, waiting for somebody to come pick me up. And it’s really awkward because there’s somebody else here that I don’t really know and all I wanna do is get stuff done so I can go to Nick’s, because I miss him lots and lots. And let’s not forget the bit just before he left where I went psycho and decided he hated me. Yea, I goes problems. Anyhoo, coffee is my friend. Cold weather is not. Even though I seem to be really good at it, cleaning is NOT my friend either. And all 3 of those things have been parts of my day so far. I’m rambling about nothing, I know, but this passes the time, and gives me practice typing. Admittedly, I still have to look at the keyboard sometimes. I look a lot more than I actually need to, which is a problem, but at least i’m improving, right? OH! So I have a question, if anybody is actually reading this, maybe you can answer it for me… I’m trying to turn on the “ask a question” box that I see on other peoples’ pages, and I haven’t the slightest idea how. I looked at the tumblr help page, but it was pretty much pointless. So yea, if anybody could help me out, it’d be really awesome.
<3, me