tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23831437202420433842024-02-07T18:48:52.340-05:00CommittedOne girl - One million words.Faithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.comBlogger219125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-11374649502494248172011-08-01T22:04:00.002-04:002011-08-01T22:14:29.135-04:00I've recently started feeling like I'm allowed to be happy again.<br />I was happy again. For the first time in two years, I let myself be happy.<br /><br />But I think I need to develop some kind of device that zaps the shit out of me when I can't figure out how to shut my mouth. <br /><br />God, writers must be the most miserable human beings in existence. <br /><br />xoFaithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-66422946123726095172011-05-04T14:00:00.003-04:002011-05-04T14:16:36.022-04:00That's Not All."What are we doing here?"<br />"What am I doing here?"<br /><br />I've recently found myself asking those two questions over and over. What is my purpose for this world? I entered Year 22 positive that it would be my best year yet. So far, I've been lucky. I've shed my old skin and grew something thicker, tougher - new. In a few days I'm going to be closing out this chapter and starting a whole different one. I'm scared but more than that I'm excited. For over a year I let myself do exactly what my favorite quote said not to do: I got lost int he past. <br /><br />I spent many days thinking that I've moved on and I was living my life, but really I was just smothering icing over a burnt cake. I was still badly burnt on the inside, regardless of what my outside was saying.<br /><br />I want to move past this, I want to find the future.<br />I don't know what's in store for me, or what my purpose is. I don't know what anyones purpose is, but I want to find out. <br /><br />I'm going to close this chapter, for the time being anyway. I know that there will be times where I will want to look back and read through the old pages. That's just my nature, I don't ever want to forget where I've been or what I went through. <br /><br />I just want to start writing something knew.<br /><br /><s>...and that's all she wrote.</s>Faithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-21068421527100965572011-03-24T13:11:00.002-04:002011-03-24T13:19:35.704-04:00Apathy.Greetings,<br /><br />I've been feeling increasingly uninspired lately. I don't know what 2011 did to me, but I feel stripped of all creative ability. I don't even feel as thought I've been dressing myself lately. I walk down the street and see little (less attractive) clones of myself. Everything is the same, everything is boring the life right out of me. I don't know where to begin to make myself alive again. I wish someone could give me plot points and I could just connect the dots to create the picture of my life. Once it's outlined I could fill in the colors. I just don't have it in me to do it all alone. <br /><br />Where are you plot points? Where are you hiding.<br />Come home to me soon.Faithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-90710331942512844662011-01-18T20:01:00.002-05:002011-01-18T20:18:14.595-05:00Intolerance.I just became super irritated.<br /><br />I was browsing around on my computer and noticed that someone left up a website called dearblankpleaseblank.com. Naturally I started scrolling through it because it seemed pretty interesting. I started laughing and smiling at it so it caught the attention of my 8 year old niece sitting next me to me. She was suppose to be writing a story for a school project but she started sneaking and was reading the page. I didn't see it personally but she started reading something out loud. I heard her saying "Is gay marriage okay?" then didn't even hesitate for a single second before she exclaimed "EW! No it's not okay, that's nasty." <br /><br />I immediately did a head desk and simply said "I don't think it's nasty." She looked at me with raised eyebrows and her "Are you insane?" look. <br /><br />So I have to ask, when is it appropriate to explain to a kid the facts of life? I'm not a gay/lesbian person and neither is anyone in our family but I don't think that we should just go on ignoring intolerance. It's a difficult thing to teach someone when she's also being brought up with a religious background. How am I going to be able to teach her that there is nothing wrong or nasty about people who are in the LGBT community while not interrupting her beliefs in God. <br /><br />It's so frustration having so many contradictions in life. I would be nearly ashamed to have a member of my family be intolerant of anyone for something they can't help, but how do I teach them to accept people as they are. Isn't God suppose to be forgiving? Shouldn't we be telling the children in our lives not to judge?<br /><br />I just don't know anymore. <br /><br />Help? Answers? Advice? <br /><br />FaithFaithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-41971004433670420512011-01-11T23:43:00.003-05:002011-01-12T00:18:08.925-05:00Letters.Today I wrote a letter.<br /><br />I started it off the only way possible - "I'm writing what will be my final letter to you." For three years I had been writing these letters in my times of desperation and complete loss of control. It had been a long time since I put my pen to the paper and wrote to him. Longer than I had even realized.<br /><br />It started again this morning when I finally found some motivation to clean up the basement. I started shuffling through drawers and found a blank, unsealed envelope. Inside it were all of my letters. Three years worth of problems and heartache. I started reading through them for the first time and to say it was a difficult task would be an understatement. I spent two hours sitting on the floor of my basement reliving my life until I noticed that the letters stopped in August of 2009. That was the exact moment when it became clear to me that I never needed to write the them in the first place. It had just become habitual, part of my routine. When my dad passed away in September of 2009, I never thought about the letters again. Not until today. <br /><br />In those two hours I learned so much about myself, about the real me. I was raw and honest. I didn't hold any of it back, not the judgments, arrogance, pain, addictions. I let it all out in those letters and on September 19, 2009 - I completely morphed into the person who was narrating them. I am that girl, as much as it killed me to finally own up to it. I am the judgmental, arrogant, forever in pain girl. The only difference now is that I can handle it. I've learned to roll with the punches and kick aside the rocks that life throws in my path. I no longer need to write letters to someone who is long gone to release my demons. I never should have had to. <br /><br />So I picked up a pen and a pad of paper and I wrote "I'm writing what will be my final letter to you." <br /><br />It will be, because I am okay.<br /><br />FaithFaithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-13391260864037372542010-10-07T09:08:00.002-04:002010-10-07T09:27:22.103-04:00A Long OctoberI'm uh, feeling a lot today.<br /><br />It sort of feels like my entire being is being engulfed by death.<br />Yesterday I wrote about Ali's death. After that I learned of the death of Burning Dan. I don't know a lot about the circumstances so I won't comment, but I thought that was absolutely devastating, after all - he was going to be my future brother in law ;). Then just before bed I learned that two old friends and school mates were in a horrific car accident. Bren died "instantly" and Travis is still in critical condition. It's all really mind boggling to me, trying to understand why this is all happening - if there is even a reason for it. I am honestly at the point where I realize someone has died, mourn about it for a small while and brush it away. If I sat around grieving everyone that I've loved who passed on I would never be able to go on with my life. People die around me ALL the time. It's just the circle of my life. I know people die every day, but this is just a little ridiculous.<br /><br />But then I have to circle back around to "died instantly." What does that even mean? Instantly? How do they know it was just an instant? Who is to say what an instant is anyway? How can someone just be gone in that small period of time? How do we know they didn't feel anything, and is that really fair that they didn't even get to see their life flash before their eyes? To think about their childhood, their parents, their friends that one last time? That's life though, isn't it? It's never fair - we were all made equally but we have to work to stay that way. We don't have to work to die, but we do have to work to stay alive. It's not a game. It's life and it's death.<br /><br />But after all, to the well organized mind - death is but the next great adventure. <br /><br />It's time to get organized.Faithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-13887583643482573092010-10-06T12:51:00.004-04:002010-10-06T13:06:49.074-04:00DemonsI should be painting the ceiling.<br /><br />But I'm not.<br /><br />I have so much on my mind today, that I don't even know where to start. So I'm just going to dive in.<br /><br />Saturday - Holly and I were on our way back from a baby shower when she said out of no where "I need to call Shelly, I'll invite her over for soup tomorrow or something." Shelly is one of Holly's oldest closest friends. They're the type of friends who can go months without talking and then pick up right where they left off. So she calls Shelly, and they talk the entire hour home, and then some. Once they hang up Holly announces that she is going to head over to Shelly's house to catch up.<br /><br />So she goes over there, and they talk about everything - specifically Shelly's 19 year old daughter Ali and the struggles she's been going through. Ali had just spent 90 days in a rehabilitation center, turning her life around. Holly stayed there until about 2am and then came home. <br /><br />Sunday morning - She recounted a lot of their discussions with me. Of course Holly and I could sympathize, we went through the same thing with our brother. <br /><br />Monday morning - I wake up to a text from Holly asking me if I'm still up. When she finally rolled out of bed she told me that she just couldn't sleep and she had no idea why. Holly went to work, and I set about getting my day organized.<br /><br />Monday 12 noon - Holly called me: Hysteria in her voice, yelled my name and when I answered "Yeah?" she uttered three little words that have weighed on me ever since.<br /><br />"Ali is gone." <br /><br />She had a relapse and it cost her her life. It cost Shelly her daughter.<br /><br />This is a girl who I've know since she was 10 - and now she's gone because she just didn't have the strength to fight her demons. It all just makes me realize that I need to thank someone. I don't even know who I should be thanking but someone deserves all the love in the world for giving my brother the strength to fight a battle that he had been losing for years. I'm thankful that I don't have to sit up at night and wonder where he's at in Detroit - if he's hungry - if he's alive.<br /><br />I am so sad for the loss of Ali, but it woke me up that I need to be so thankful that I still have my brother. I've seen him go through things that no 15 year old should ever have to see, but he made it through.<br /><br />So whoever I need to thank - from my entire being - THANK YOU. <br /><br />Ali - You can finally be free, you can stop struggling, you can smile again. Spread your wings and fly beautiful girl. <br /><br />There have been some other things going on also that I've been ignoring because I don't really understand why they're happening or what I can do to fix it. I'm a very confused, and semi lost person these last few weeks. <br /><br />I can only pray that I get it together soon.<br /><br />Until next time...<br /><br />FaithFaithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-23983045905817657272010-09-19T19:56:00.002-04:002010-09-19T20:17:35.500-04:00Missing LinksI had plans to blog today because one year ago today is the reason that I needed to blog in the first place. My dad has been gone one year. No more days, and hours. It's a complete circle. He's been gone a year.<br /><br />The more I thought about that, the more I decided I didn't want to blog. So then I remade up my mind, and decided not to blog. All day, I've been in bed, planning to not blog.<br /><br />I woke up at about 11:30am, walked around the living room and lost my mind. <br /><br />So then I went back to bed and stayed there until 7pm.<br /><br />and now here I am, with a re-remade up mind.<br /><br />I have to say this:<br /><br />I hate the world with out him. I hate not getting goofy voice mails, I hate not finding random notes with one liners on them, and I hate, hate, hate not hearing that wheezy laugh. You have no idea how empty everything feels. There's a link missing in my family chain, and it was the biggest, strongest link. <br /><br />This very well may be the worst day I'm ever going to live through.<br /><br />Just when you think you're healed the wounds rip right back open.<br />With salt. <br /><br />Life really IS a series of disappointments.Faithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-16733095904458850572010-09-17T12:28:00.002-04:002010-09-17T12:38:47.390-04:00I am alive.<br />at the bottom of everything. <br /><br />Just thought you should know. I blink, I breathe, and I am alive. <br />going through the motions.<br /><br />How alive?<br />i don't know.<br /><br /><br />Peace be with you.<br />...Faithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-11748390217444736722010-08-23T22:06:00.003-04:002010-08-23T22:19:34.609-04:00Rebirth.I've just had a very interesting thought.<br /><br />An acquaintance of mine mentioned something about how today would have been his father's 60th birthday. Now with my dad's would-have-been 57th birthday eight days ago, it got me wondering. I don't know if there is a Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, or an afterlife in general. But if there is, wouldn't you think that the day they were born onto Earth would virtually become obsolete? They're no longer in this place, so would their death date become their new birthday? Their rebirth day? <br /><br />That's the philosophy that I am going to take on because I know that in 27 days my wounds are going to bust open again and it's going to be a lot to handle. I'm going to coat my hurt in rebirth. My dad IS somewhere, and he won't be sad on September 19th, 2010. He'll be celebrating, something so much better than any of us could imagine. <br /><br />FaithFaithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-56221569243863008112010-08-16T21:56:00.003-04:002010-08-16T22:09:06.531-04:00UpdateHi hello!<br /><br />What's been going on with my giant fan base? Did you all miss me? I thought so. I know I've skipped a lot this week too, but like I've been saying - life is catching up to me. <br /><br />It's been a pretty busy week, what with Katelynn's car breaking down every other day, and my dad's birthday being yesterday we barley had time to breathe. We all decided to go the traditional route and still do the BBQ for my dad's birthday. In the middle of it Holly, Angie and myself took off and went to the cemetery where we placed Rylee's dog tag, and a chick-o-stick on my dad and mom's grave. We also decided we would drink a beer there in his honor. Though he would have preferred us to drink a Budweiser, we drank Bud Light, because we have bitch guts. Oh well, it's the thought that counts. However there was a baseball game going on at the field which made it a little awkward. Can you imagine enjoying your child's baseball game and then looking over and seeing three girls drinking beer on a gravestone. Weird. <br /><br />Fuck 'em though.<br /><br />Today I got a call from Kim's mom - Mamaw Betty which was a a pleasant semi-surprise. I had emailed her husband in hopes of getting a hold of them, but I wasn't sure if I would be getting a response. I'm glad I did thought because I got to hear a pretty eye opening story from Mamaw and it made me feel a lot better about a lot of things I wonder about. Aside from that she gave me some pretty good advice and I'm just overall happy that I got to speak with her for the first time in over a year.<br /><br />Once Holly got home from work we went to the Home Depot and got supplies for some projects we're going to knock out tomorrow. I still haven't moved any of my stuff over to the apartment which is another project that could maybe get done tomorrow. I'm not sure how ready I am for that leap though, even though I'm sure Katelynn and Ellen are more than ready to be blessed by my presence on the daily.<br /><br />Anyway, that's about the only update-able things I have to fill ya'll in on. Hopefully I'll be back tomorrow, but let's be real - it's a slim chance. I'm a slacker, I love life.<br /><br />See you soon suckas.<br /><br />FaithFaithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-10532372387463646662010-08-14T22:38:00.001-04:002010-08-14T22:38:44.282-04:00Learning to CryHere's my review of Christopher C. Payne's "Learning to Cry."<br /><br />When I first read the back cover of this book I was pretty excited. I lost my father in September of 2009, and the way the daughter in this book acted reminded me so much of myself as a young teenager. I was prepared to dive into a relationship similar to the one that I've lived through - and that is just what I got, to an extent. <br /><br />The book was extremely well written but I repeatedly found myself wondering if it was fact or fiction. In a way that was really exciting, the thought of not really knowing, but it was also quite disturbing at times because of the things the daughter, Melissa, puts herself through. The only thing I would say that is negative is the ending. I spent the entire book expecting things to go one way and it ended really oddly. Normally I'm a big fan of twists in a story but this was no twist, it was the story dusting off it's boots and running in the total opposite direction. <br /><br />All and all this is a heart wrenching story of a father trying to figure out where he lost his little girl, and how to connect with the out of control teenager she had become. Along the way he seems to lose himself, and it takes a major turn of events and several years to realize that his old self will never return.Faithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-48733089540770672322010-08-12T14:14:00.002-04:002010-08-12T14:52:06.652-04:00Reoccurring.I've been having this reoccurring dream. <br /><br />It always starts off as part of a different dream. That part of the dream is always random and never the same. Then it breaks off to me standing in a random place with a random person. Then I hear a phone ringing only to realize that it's in my hand. So I answer the phone and start walking away from whoever I'm with. As soon as I answer the phone I realize that it's my dad, and I realize that I am someplace beautiful. The first time I dreamt this I was walking through a green grassy meadow with a forest on the other side. When I dreamt this last night I was standing by a river. In the first dream my dad told me that he was okay, and that he was happy. In my dream last night he was asking about my life. He asked me how the townhouse was coming along, and just generally how I was doing. This time around I specifically remember trying not to cry. Usually the dream ends there, but last night it continued. Once I hung up the phone I was talking to my sisters, and Holly told me that she has had Dad call her also. Angie of course got upset and asked why it wasn't happening to her and we told her that because she was more susceptible to the other world, that they didn't want to freak her out. She accepted that answer, and I finally woke up.<br /><br />I know that I've had this dream on more than two occasions, I just remember these specific two the most. I think it's just weird to me because I've never had reoccurring dreams in my life, and this is not the only one that I've had repeatedly in the last few months. I'm not really sure what to make of it, but it's definitely strange.<br /><br />But, speaking of my dad I got some pretty crappy news today regarding his car and I'm not entirely sure what to do with it. Hopefully something will get figured out, but I'm really, really sick of rolling with the punches.<br /><br />Until another time...<br />FaithFaithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-20409163556695236332010-08-11T22:57:00.002-04:002010-08-11T23:01:24.320-04:00Heh.Hey,<br /><br />I'm feeling stressed out, and emotionally conflicted and tired.<br /><br />Lots of shitty things have been happening lately, and granted - most of them are not happening to me, but I still feel the effects regardless. It sucks, and I'm tired of rolling with the punches. I just want to sleep and ignore the punches for a long while.<br /><br />Aside from that today I painted my room. It looks awesome and I'm really, really excited to get my stuff in there. I just don't know how long it's going to take seeing as I don't own a truck, or have a lot of friends with trucks.<br /><br />Something will come along eventually, and I might eventually start blogging regularly again. Life has just really, really caught up with me. <br /><br />I'm going to see where it's going to take me. I have a feeling that starting Sunday I'm going to be having a pretty hard time. It's my dad's birthday and the one year mark of his death is rapidly approaching. I'm going to just try to keep to myself for a while, and hopefully write thought it. I'll see how it goes.<br /><br />For now, I will sleep.<br /><br />FaithFaithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-61473235726031295572010-08-08T12:10:00.002-04:002010-08-08T12:23:39.116-04:00August 8th.The weirdest thing happened to me just now, and while I don't really believe in fate or purpose, and I'm sure it was just a coincidence - it still hit me like a ton of bricks. <br /><br />Katelynn has been updating her facebook status all day about her parents wedding anniversary. I've been reading them, not thinking about it much when someone commented about how it's hard to forget 888. Two minutes before that "Wild Horses" came on my shuffle, the song Angie chose to play at my dad's funeral. Then as I read "888" "Seasons in the Sun" came on. The song Aunt Tonya played at my mom's funeral. That's when it hit me, my parents were married on 8878. I know this very well because Holly has several messages from my dad saved on her phone. One of them starts off saying "Good Morning Holly, it's Dad. I just wanted to call and tell you today is August 8th - the day your mother and I got married 31 years ago." I'm not sure what the rest of the message says at this point. It's been a few months since I've listened to it, and there are quite a few so it's hard telling what one says what. <br /><br />Either way, today is that day. I feel like all of us kids should be together, but of course we're not. We're all more separated than we have ever been and I'm positive that it's dad's loss that's caused it. He's not calling all of us anymore and begging us to come over to dinner or planning a get together. We all are just in a state of stand still being, and that's a terrible thing to be.<br /><br />It makes me so sad, but I'm going going to make the best of this day. I'll call my brothers and sisters, maybe go visit the grave and then later, because I can't share my parent's anniversary - I will share Katelynn's parent's with them. They're suppose to come over to the apartment later and make us dinner, so it should make up a little bit. It'll all be fine.<br /><br />Happy 32nd Anniversary Mom and Dad. I know he made sure we'll never forget.<br /><br />FaithFaithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-68850699411249215532010-08-07T21:15:00.002-04:002010-08-07T21:21:25.122-04:00Mayhem.I missed yesterday again, of course. I don't know how I got to be so bad at this, but I guess life is really catching up with me.<br /><br />Anyway, yesterday we woke up early and headed to DTE for The Mayhem Festival. We got there at about 11am and immediately started drinking. We hung out in the parking lot until about 3pm and then headed into the festival. It was a completely sold out show so it was freaking PACKED. <br /><br />We wandered around for a while, waiting in bathroom lines, watching wrestling, and of course watching the side stage bands. At about 5 or 6 we made our way to the lawn to pick a seat to watch the main event. It was pretty amazing, I'm not even going to lie. I had stopped drinking when we went into the venue so that I could drive home, so by the time Korn played we were all good to go. Brad and Holly slept the entire way home and I played Banana Pancakes over and over and sang while driving. It was a lovely time.<br /><br />I couldn't fall asleep once we got here though because I've had a cold, and I think all the people mixed with the cold air on the hill made it 100 times worse. So needless to say I'm feeling pretty shitty today. It's not fun at all. I've basically laid around all day watching tv, it's been a good time.<br /><br />Tomorrow Katelynn doesn't get off work until after 3 so we're probably going to get the rest of her stuff into the townhouse after that. We're moving on up in the world. <br /><br />For now, I am going to read this book by Chris Payne and try not to think about how miserable I am.<br /><br />See ya soon!<br /><br />FaithFaithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-82301731209288087312010-08-05T21:21:00.003-04:002010-08-05T21:26:11.945-04:00It's Mayhem.Sup?<br /><br />Today was all right. I started packing, and of course by started packing I really just mean that I folded some clothes. I got about half way through my clothes folding process when Holly called and told me that neither of us had anything to hear to the Mayhem Festival tomorrow. So I hopped right up and Autumn and I went shopping. We found some pretty cute things, and I simply can not wait to wear.<br /><br />After that we all came home and I took Autumn to her dad's, picked up Hannah and went grocery shopping again. I realize that I just went yesterday but I forgot some key essentials to every day life, and to Mayhem. <br /><br />So now here I sit, with Hannah blogging, and having a really hard time taking a joke. I don't know what my deal is but I'm a God damned train wreck. I should probably just sleep and be done with it. It's going to be a LONG day around drunk folks tomorrow. LUCKY me.<br /><br />I'll be back to tell you ALL about it.<br /><br />FaithFaithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-3730221818283197612010-08-04T22:23:00.003-04:002010-08-04T22:28:57.764-04:00PayneHiiiiii<br /><br /><br />Today Katelynn and I went to the townhouse to meet up with a potential roommate, waited for like an hour, and she of course didn't show up. So I went grocery shopping for the house and the townhouse and then had to rush home to let the couch cleaner dude inside. After that I sat outside and gave my moral support while Holly mowed the grass, and drank three beers. It was a fantastically good time, let me tell you.<br /><br />Also I got a book in the mail from Chris Payne. I started reading that while I was outside and I like it a lot so far. Once I'm done he wants me to write a review so I'll post that on here and on LibraryThing.com.<br /><br />Anyway, for now I'm going to relax and try to pack up some of my things and see how well that goes. But let's be honest I probably won't. The beer is making me sleepy so I will probably just go to sleep.<br /><br />See ya tomorrow!<br /><br />FaithFaithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-72509961354650507752010-08-03T22:50:00.002-04:002010-08-03T22:55:12.408-04:00Primaries Day!Well today was primaries day - and so far, I am pretty damn satisfied. <br /><br />Virg Bernero and Rick Snyder are the democratic and republican candidates for Michigan governor respectively. For the longest time I was on the fence between voting Democratic or Republican because I was a pretty huge fan of both Bernero and Snyder. So the way I look at it, for the time being, I'm happy either way.<br /><br />Besides it being primaries day it was also suppose to be Move In day for Katelynn and I. We didn't actually move anything, because we don't ever seem to have any help, but we did go and buy all the necessities, such as shower curtains, dishrags, and stuff like that. I'm getting pretty excited but I'm also pretty freaked out. I know it's in everyone's best interest but it's still a scary situation, especially because we don't have a roommate yet. It'll happen eventually, however it's suppose to.<br /><br />Anyway, I have a lot of packing and stuff to do so I should probably get off here and get to it or Katelynn will likely drive a stake through my heart tomorrow.<br /><br />See you then, as long as I haven't been murdered.<br /><br />FaithFaithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-54195878264806989802010-08-03T00:05:00.002-04:002010-08-03T00:11:18.449-04:00Ugh.So, I haven't blogged in a couple days and I sincerely apologize.<br /><br />Between getting the keys to the apartment, interviewing potential roommates and watching over my Grandma's house - it just kept slipping my mind. I feel like an asshole, but hey - sometimes life just catches up with you.<br /><br />I'm obviously going to still try to blog as much as possible but the next few weeks are probably going to be pretty rough. We'll see how it goes. <br /><br />Anyway, my grandma and aunt finally got home from Vancoover today, so I'm spending the night in my house for the night. I need to make the most of these nights because it won't be much longer and it won't even be my home anymore. That part totally bums me out because I love this house and getting to be around Holly and the girls all the time. It's fine though, it's definitely time for me to spread my wings.<br /><br />I'm tired now though, we've been playing Scene It! for what feels like hours and I'm definitely over it. <br /><br />I'll try and be back tomorrow. I really, really will.<br /><br />FaithFaithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-40407201928672807402010-07-29T22:56:00.002-04:002010-07-29T23:05:38.665-04:00The Search Continues..Woo! Day three of blogging from Grammy's house. <br /><br />I don't mind doing this for them because I know they appreciate it...but their dog hates me. She won't ever go outside when I need her to and then I end up having to leave her for long hours. It's horrible. I feel so sorry for her, but what am I suppose to do?<br /><br />Anyway, Katelynn and I were suppose to conduct roommate interviews today buuuut none of them seemed to work out for one reason or another. I was feeling pretty aggravated and feisty for a while but then Katelynn's parents stopped over and saw the apartment. I don't know what it is about those two but they are immediate spirit lifters. My bad mood was wiped away instantly. They are angels. <br /><br />Tomorrow I'll probably go out and hunt around some more and then I want to go and visit Shane's grave. It's been way too long, I'm going to try and get my friend Adi to come with me, who knows if I'll be able to get a hold of him or not though. We'll see.<br /><br />I'm out for now. See ya tomorrow biatches.<br /><br />FaithFaithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-26764029039225148442010-07-28T22:05:00.002-04:002010-07-28T22:11:04.250-04:00Keys.Ayeeeeeee.<br /><br />Here I am again on my ownnnnn like a drifter I was born to walk aloneee...<br /><br />Nah, just kidding. I'm sitting at Grandma's with Autumn watching a Criminal Minds marathon and sorting through roommate applications. We have a few interviews set up for tomorrow because - we got the keys today!! Hurray!! Some people want to come on out and have a look to see if we're going to get along and if they like the townhome. It'll all work out in the end and I'm going to stop stressing about it.<br /><br />I'm obviously in another slump where I don't want to blog, since I keep forgetting and when I do remember they're so short. It's horrible, but there's only five more months of bloggy goodness left! WOO! Good times!<br /><br />I'll see ya tomorrow biatches - hopefully with a new roommate. <br /><br />FaithFaithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-14742475349698609172010-07-27T21:35:00.003-04:002010-07-27T21:41:43.581-04:00Eh.Well,<br /><br />I failed yesterday but it doesn't even matter. Katelynn will have you believe that it matters a great deal. But it doesn't. I don't care any longer.<br /><br />Today I went on a job interview, I feel like it went pretty well. I'll find out on Monday whether I got it or not. I sure hope so because I'm getting pretty pissed off about everything.<br /><br />So, after my interview Katelynn and I finally got the keys to our apartment - or key I should say. We haven't had a second one made yet. Tomorrow we're going to go in there and start cleaning it to our satisfaction so we can interview people on Thursday. We have a few offers, but none that I'm super excited about. I don't know how it's going to go but it's pretty stressful and I'm ready for things to be put into place.<br /><br />As for now, we're at my Grammy and Aunt Kathy's house sitting the pooch. They went out of town so I promised them I'd say here for the week and keep their pets company.<br /><br />Anyway, I'm going to get going because I'm severely aggravated with this day and I'm ready for it to be over.<br /><br />See ya tomorrow...probably.<br /><br />Peace,<br />FaithFaithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-33599296287651472152010-07-25T22:13:00.003-04:002010-07-25T22:23:45.611-04:00This Seems to be Becoming Routine...Soooo...<br /><br />I didn't blog yesterday, but I suppose at this point it doesn't even matter anymore. I was pretty busy and by the time I remembered it was 11:30pm and people were over and on the computer. So I just chucked it up as another loss.<br /><br />Aside for my repeated utter failure yesterday was actually pretty great. I went and hung out with Angie for a while and visited with Jayden and Layna. When I got home I begged and pleaded for some human interaction and Chris caved. He showed up with his friend Robert and we watched a movie and they ate my family reunion cookies.<br /><br />We all hung out, got in the hot tub, and hung out some more. I didn't sleep until at least 4:30am and woke up at 8am. AWESOME.<br /><br />I did end up going to the family reunion after I picked up Hannah. I of course got lost of the way and drove around Allen Park for much longer than I wanted to. <br /><br />Anyway, I'm home now, in my jammies, being emo and watching John Mayer on Fuse. I'm living the good life forrrr sure.<br /><br />I'll be bizzack tomorrow. As long as I don't forget. HA!<br /><br />FaithFaithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383143720242043384.post-91452061562391253172010-07-23T19:38:00.002-04:002010-07-23T19:45:28.917-04:00StormsHiiiii<br /><br /><br />Man! Was it hot today or WHAT? We woke up pretty early and got some shopping done then came home and Holly left for the weekend. I'm just sitting here now waiting out the storms with Autumn until she goes over to Aunt Kathy's. A friend of mine is turning 21 today so they are having a crazy party for her here in Ypsilanti, so hopefully I can find someone sober to go with me. If not I'll probably just hang around here until Katelynn gets home and then watch endless episodes of Criminal Minds with her. We're awesome.<br /><br />Tomorrow I have to bake about 6558758 cookies, and a few other things for the family reunion on Sunday. That should keep me busy for a pretty good portion of the day. I'm kind of looking forward to it. It should be a good time. <br /><br />Anyway, I'm going to hop off here and get the house in order. I'll be back at some point tomorrow.<br /><br />Peace&Chicken Grease<br />FaithFaithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03863720825285995689noreply@blogger.com0