Wazu's Wonderful Wordsand Weird Whereabouts

I have approximately 72 more days until I leave for spring break for Edisto~ Edisto beach isn’t that fantastic, but the day trips to Charleston are killer awesome. That’s what I can’t wait for. I get to stay in a beach house in a room all to myself (free of charge) and walk the beach and get a tan and shop till I drop~! I cannot wait. Maybe this year I will get to go on a dolphin boat ride to see the dolphins >w< Too awesome!

This year will be a blast.

Also, not only is it 72 days til vacation, it’s to something else, too. I’ll let you figure it out.

Yaaay~!

I have 18 more minutes until I have to open up shop. I’m so agrivated.  Just, nothing has been going my way and I think I’m going to have to take a break from everything. The bad part about all of this is I have no days off. I’m not expecting sympathy, just I need massive stress releief. Everything I’m typing is spelled wrong and I’m rushing to fill this in.

I’m at work, and like I said, a few more minutes to open shop.

I’ve been working out more often, which is feeling great. I love it actually. I can’t wait to do more of it! I’m probably going to get a membership this Tuesday. Jordan took me the first time.

Work has been excessivly stressful, more than it really should be. My mom is no help either, after being forced to stay at work until 6:30 I was just tired… I was at the store from 7:40 to 6:30. Almost 11 hours, you can’t help but be fucking tired. So… It’ll be like that Monday, Wed. Friday, and now today, Saturday. the plus? I get off at 4, and I’m not going to let anything stop me. The downside? I’m stuck here until 5 due to lack of car. GOD.

OH and the HOMEWORK. I have no time at school to fucking finish school work, and no time at work really to do my homework, one of them is a project that I need to be in a lab at school to do (computer lab not science lab) and use that program, because I ain’t got 300 dollars to fucking spare. So that’s probably going to be a zero. I got Marketing, Math, ENGLISH, Illistrator, InDesign, and 4 of them have excessive homework right now. And I don’t have time.

I DON’T HAVE TIME.

My spelling is mucho sucky right now, so I’m just gonna pull this to a close.

12 more minutes til 9.

Peace.

Today is the day that I will start my art shop~ “Argyle Star Emporium”!! Yes, another Gaia related blog, fuck you. Well I guess my problem is I don’t have banners yet (I have to make them ^^; ) and I don’t know how to “price” my “art”

Kind of nervous xDD! Oh well. Here we go!

At least I know she’s happy. And that is enough to make me happy. Fuck love. I’ll stick with my man~

All in all, I’m sure whoever reads this knows who I am. I’m a 18 going on 19 girl in college who was picked on and beat up most of her educational career,  has only had 1 boyfriend in the history of ever, and has never been to “parties” or “spring break extravaganzas”, I didn’t really have the popular teenager’s life. I dye my hair, I have a tattoo, and I’m in college. That’s the most exciting my life has been.

Last night I was speaking with Jordan, and I just blurted that I have a hole in my heart. Not that he broke it, or that I didn’t love him. It feels, unfinished. Like a pot not baked, or a book with chapters ripped out. I just don’t feel like I’ve done everything I really want to. And I actually think I know what that thing is. I’ve never received a feeling I’ve given to other people… Remember how I said Jordan was the only boyfriend I’ve ever had? It’s true. Not one person has returned my feelings “seriously”.  I might have thought they have, but, they haven’t.

So this transcends into this: How can I call myself “Bi-Sexual”, when no girl has truly ever returned the feelings I’ve expressed? Of course, Jordan is my boyfriend, and the only person I can run to in my times of woe, so of COURSE I spilled all of my secrets and worries to him. I could see on his face his heart was cracked… But I proceeded to tell him everything.  I tell him I want to know more, I want to actually have feelings returned from another person… and he says he understands… But I digress. I shan’t break his heart, again.

Well, a dear friend of mine (who I have also mistakenly poured my heart out to) is having a birthday coming up soon. After going through her threads, I find she’s fond of art of her and her best friend. So, I thought it was sweet, and I said to myself “I know what I’m going to do for her…” but then my face started leaking. Did I stub my toe? Is my neck throbbing? No… That fucking spot in my heart is acting up again. Son of a bitch -_-;  I looked at the thread and just realized that this wasn’t going to be the time for somebody to return the love. I guess I’ll just sit here and keep telling myself “no.”

I’m tired of hurting Jordan over me feeling for other people. I’ve seriously gotta quit that shit. I’m sure I don’t love her, either. I just want attention, yeah. That’s it. Attention. Guess I’ll make me my lunch… even though I’m not hungry….

On the bright side, my breakfast was only 450 calories! Yay!! :3

This has got to be the longest blog I’ve written yet….

…or at least it use to be. This year, instead of saying “I’m eating less” or “I’m eating nothing but vegetables :U”, I’ve decided I’m going to just try and crack down and portion myself right. So to start this year, I’ve bought some proportioned  Lean Cuisine meals and some organic cereals and yogurt. It’s time to start reading how many servings are in a box, instead of making the box a serving. This doesn’t apply to everybody, and it shouldn’t have to. I feel like, it’s just my time to eat a little better.

That and I’m tired of having a tough time finding underwear that fits me proper at Wal-Mart.

Tomorrow starts my first full day of eating my portioned meals. For breakfast I’m having a 4-oz cup of blueberry yogurt (with sprinkled granola), and three medium sized pancakes (about the size of my hand…they’re microwaveable :3 ) with orange juice. Simple but I know it will be filling. I’m still debating on what to have for lunch (either Orange Chicken or Beef tips), and for dinner I’ll have whatever I didn’t eat xD; with a side of toast and green beans :3

Look at me, blogging about what I eat! har! Well, these 236 pounds aren’t going to lose themselves! (and no. That was not an exageration)

Here’s to a new year, and may all your resolutions come true!

I am unbelievably jealous right now… when I really have no right or need to be.

Why can’t I have friends that are female, like me?

How can I live in South Carolina and be freezing my tail off? The clock thing right beside me that I finally fixed says it’s 68 degrees! Then again…. I did “fix it”… Well. It might have something to do with my hair still being wet…

I can’t fix any hot chocolate because we’re out of hot and milk. I can’t turn the heat up because somebody’s being a douche bag. And I’m too lazy to dry my hair.

Somebody fix this for me >:|

I feel it is my duty as an American citizen to buy a bag of Doritos and eat each and every single last crumb. This will cause an extreme chain of events.

I shake the crumbs out of the bag onto my tongue and throw the bag away not recycled. Then, the hobos will scavenge for food, and find my slightly crumpled Doritos bag. This here hobo has been on the street for some time now, and is having a hard time finding the food. He tears into the empty, crumbless bag, and he will have had it for the last time. It shall be the last time this hobo will have to fend for himself and his hobo-y family with crumbs and garbage from extravagantly expensive Italian restaurants that you over pay to have tiny portioned bread sticks and over sized salads. NO. This one said hobo will not take it anymore.

He will go to a near by Sears, or Macy’s to find an employee restroom to bathe proper. He might steal a razor to shave his extremely untamed beard. This will be motivation for him to get a JOB. He’ll leave his little raggity box to bring bacon to a HOUSE. Where his children will never have to use each other as blankets.

You see where I’m going with this? You too can help out a family of hobos by eating everything on your plate. This here will motivate them to go out into the world, get jobs, and take care of themselves. Never again would you have to throw your spare change in a busted old top hat.

Eating everything in your house and limiting what you throw in the garbage will boost the economy and the housing market.

Please. Think of the hobos.

Apparently last night I’ve re-injured my arm (my right arm, the one I do everything with) and I tried sleeping it off. Of course, that doesn’t work. So I really shouldn’t be typing at all. I even woke up and my foot was numb ;~; which sucked too,  but not as much as getting a 13 inch need jabbed in your shoulder and a ringing-out feeling in your tricep (at the same time). My hand is okay, I can’t turn my neck, type extremely fast, shrug, or lift it [the arm] up.

All I’ve got is the num-pad on my cellphone to text. I don’t feel like talking because the pain is also in my neck. People should send me some love .___. I’m pretty down today.

And I’ve got homework due. DOUBLEU TEE EFF. I should be prepping for FINALS. I don’t wanna build a form webby. JEEZE.

Please wish me a fast healings, and comment if you have stories of injuries you’d like or feel like sharing ^^