Sad.

You know whats really sad. Having 4 days off but no one to spend them with. Yesterday I got to spend some time with my boyfriend but today when he went to work it was frustrating going through the numbers on my phone. All my friends are gone. They all moved away and the ones that are still around are so busy with work and school that it is hard to plan last minuet things or just to call them up or text them.

To ask them if they just want to come over and hang out.

It's sad. I felt really alone.

I spent all day playing Rock Band for the 360 and texting my Boyfriend.

And it's even more frustrating when your worried about someone but you can't get a hold of them to make sure they are alright and they wont call you even after you ask them too several times. Makes me think your dead.

It's been long enough... Just give me a damn call

Please I am so scared for you right now.

Goodbye

So for those of you that don't know this yet (but I am pretty sure I told just about everybody)
I had to get a new number today.

Because a psychopath lady kept calling and texting me every second, harassing me and telling me she was prettier and skinnier that me and I needed to stop talking to her husband... only the way she said it wasn't as polite.

Me and her husband used to be good friends but she doesn't want him talking to girls period so I had to say good bye to a very good friendship. And even though that's all it was for some reason 2 months later she was convinced that I am still talking to him.

And as much as I tried to convince her all I got was your a liar blah blah blah... foul language and talking down to me like I was unworthy to even talk to her. Even though I knew what she was saying is not true it still pissed me off because it's my boyfriends birthday and I didn't want to deal with that today.

So I said goodbye told her to get a life and gave t-mobile a jingle and they changed my number just like that. So for everyone who keeps asking what happened. That's what happened.

Little Wonders, Rob Thomas

I have fallen in love with this song...

Let it go,

let it roll right off your shoulder,

Don't you know, the hardest part is over,

let it in,

Let your clarity define you in the end,

You will only just remember how it feels.

Our lives are made,

in these small hours,

these little wonders,

These twisted turns of fate,

time falls away,

But these small hours,

these small hours,

still remain.

Let it slide,

let your troubles fall behind you,

let it stand,

Till you feel it all around you,

And I don't mind if it's me you need to turn to,

we'll get by,

It's the heart that really matters in the end.

Our lives are made,

in these small hours,

these little wonders,

These twisted turns of fate,

time falls away,

But these small hours,

these small hours,

still remain.

All of my regret,

will wash away somehow,

But I cannot forgive the way I feel right now.

In these small hours,

these little wonders,

these twisted turns of fate,

All these twisted turns of fate,

these twisted turns of fate Yeah,

times falls away,

But these small hours,

these small hours,

still remain.

They still remain,

these little wonders,

all these twisted turns of fate

time falls away,

but these small hours,

these little wonders

Still remain.

My Gramar sucks...

I have recently been looking up art schools and I have stumbled across PNCA. And I realized that I know someone who goes to this school! and she of course seems to love it.

Even though I will not be going to school until next year I am seriously considering finding out more information about them and their program that seems to be something like graphic design only with a fancy name.

Which then sprouted the idea of, if I am so interested in graphic design then maybe I should fool around with it myself and come up with a portfolio of some kind? Test the waters so see if that is something I like to work on. I am also thinking that I want to take the graphic design course at PCC because,

1. It's cheap

2. Hands on

3. It will be a foot in the door

So not only am I tweaking my website but I think I am going to add a different taste to it and turn it into more of a portfolio in progress....

Or something like that.

Damnit

I almost want to cry over that car...

We can't buy it back because it has to go to salvage and then we have the option to pay $200 to bid for it against everyone else who may want it.

Damn it... I don't know whats going to happen now.

And I really wish people who read my blog would leave me comments instead of sending them to my myspace. You know anyone can leave a comment on here.

I love our honda

Wow I cannot believe it.

Yesterday Lance got a call from work, they left a message.
The Police contacted his work to tell him that they found his little red Honda Civic hatchback.
This is nuts because it was stolen from us a year and 2 months ago, and whats even crazier is it was only two blocks away from us. Just parked in a neighborhood.

Lance called the officer back and meet him there. Everything that we had in the car was still there besides the vacuum and a bag of clothes Lance had. His Cd's and CD player was still in the car... our pop cans that we had in there, still there.

Only thing in the Battery is dead and it's muddy and moldy on the inside. It's extremely dirty on the inside but clean on the outside. The Neighbors in the area said they would see it come and go but it had been parked there for quite a while.

They had it towed to a safer spot in case the guy who stole the car noticed we found it.

So basically the little ass stole the car to drive it around? WTF? I seriously hate people.

The car currently belongs to the insurance company so we are going to see Monday if we can buy are baby back.

I love the red color of the Honda but I hate the fact that it's a target not only because its a civic but because it's bright red.

So if we can buy it back we are gonna fix it up, get a new alarm system like the one where the car wont start, and the pager, and we may paint it a less bold color.

That's all.

It really put a strain on our relationship when that happened. Lance didn't mean it when he said it but he basically blamed me for it being stolen, because I wanted to move out here. And I believed him :(

I brought it up recently and he told me that it wasn't my fault he was just upset, because he loved his car. He still does. I just hope he gets it back.

I hate it

I hate fighting. We haven't had an argument in a long time and today just seemed to be the day for fighting. My eyes have those annoying little red specks that I get underneath of them after crying and my eyes are sore... I am kinda glad he is at work because I just want to give him more of a piece of my mind but at the same time... even though I know it's not all of my fault I want to apologize and give him a hug... I could have conducted myself a lot better.

I wish I could understand why fights happen the way that they do...