Tuesday, September 12, 2006

And So It Begins...

Right, so, explaining the title of this post...I have started college. I started on September 5th actually. I love it, I honestly do. I'd live here if I could. I'm actually posting this in the library hehe. A ton of my friends go here with me, it's like high school all over again! There are some key differences of course:
  1. No sucky people
  2. Nearly absolute freedom
  3. Random free stuff (yesterday there was free ice cream, last week there was free pizza, and today's there's a free cookout thing)

Great eh? Yes, yes it is. Well you're probably wondering what I'm majoring in...Nothing haha. I'm technically Liberal Arts (good for transfering to a 4 year university) but I'm taking CADD. I call it Bootleg CADD. So...More about why I love being in college...My teachers totally rock. I call one of them Crazy Soccer Man (my english teacher Charlie) because his examples nearly always relate to soccer and he comes to class in soccer shorts. I have an old man as a math teacher who licks his lips a lot but is wicked nice. I have some lady for my College Success Strategies class...That class is a total joke. My CADD teacher is my fav, I call him Jeff because I don't like to say his last name so I refuse to. He's cool with it, has a nice motorcycle too. I want it. My friend Mike's in that class with me so that makes it even better, we haven't had a class together since 10th grade. He's a ton of fun, very weird but like I said, very fun too. I also ran into an old friend that I hadn't seen in like 5 years. We've had so much catching up to do, I'm glad he remembered me. He wants to be journalist, or go study in Spain and be an English teacher. I'd love to go to another country but I don't have the money, I'll go someday though...With Ashleigh because she wants to be an international hotel manager.

Well I guess that's really all I have to say for now. Not much else has happened, well, not that you'd want to hear about. Later.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

If I Could Turn Back Time...

Maybe then I would have taken the time to update my blog with several small entries instead of this large one. Enjoy.
Well needless to say, several things have happened since you last took a peek into my personal thoughts. I've been doing my best not to think because, like the song I Am Loco by Ill Niño, "...I've been thinking and thinking always gets me into trouble...". I could continue with the rest of that, eh, stanza I suppose you could call it, but it doesn't have much to do with anything else I'll be saying and might scare the children. Now, where to start...
  • June 8th: Prom - It was ok, I had more fun going out to eat at Denny's after though. You can't fight the delicious power of Belgian Waffles.
  • June 10th: Graduation - Long and boring. Cook out at my house after, Ashleigh came over and I made her watch Joe's Apartment for the first time while eating an Oreo Ice Cream Cake. Delicious.
  • June 10th - June 11th: All Night Graduation Cruise - Not as fun as it sounds. The ship was beautiful, the music was much better than prom's, but certain people decided that it would be fun to get on my nerves and be jerks. I ran away with Davey-kun to hide with Monica and Tyler.
  • June 11th - Somewhere around the of the month: I was deathly ill, causing me to miss Sean's party.
  • Sometime in July: Tyler's graduation party! First bit of fun I've had involving graduation. There were cookies and chips and tons of soda. We all goofed off in her living room. Twas most awesome. We stole Tyler away from her own party after and went out. Ate somewhere...Don't remember where though.
  • July 8th: Heather and David's graduation party at Greely Park! Heather told me that they were now officially engaged. Everything was great until David and Jay went to the grill to light it. They hadn't even gotten the match in when the grill blew up and got David's face. I am pleased to report that, apart from a few blisters on his face, David is alive and well.
  • July 11th: Went to my interview at the community college and became best friends with the woman I spoke to.
  • Like two weeks ago: Ashleigh was in a car accident. I am pleased to report that, apart from some slight neck discomfort, she is alive and well.
  • July 18th: I go to the community college to take my placement exam while Ashleigh goes to Rhode Island for hers.
  • July 24th: Ashleigh e-mails me and tells me that Tyler and Davey-kun are now dating! Hurray!
  • July 24th - ?: My friend Appy has gone camping.
  • Things that don't really fit anywhere: We've been working on the new house, tearing up floorboards, painting, and packing things. Our deadline is Augusr 16th. I've been hanging out with Ashleigh at least once a week, it's fun. We bought the same lime green shoes, go us!

Now onto what you've all been waiting for, what's been going on in my love life. Dated a guy, broke up with the guy, dated another guy, broke up with said guy, dated a third guy, took a break to take care of things going on in life, he kept getting on my nerves so I left him too, and now there's another guy in my life who I am not dating. So...About guy #4...I call him Wolfy, no one else is allowed to use that nickname on penalty of death. Whatever we have in terms of a relationship has been filled with:

  • Arguing
  • Tears
  • Anger
  • Cuddling
  • Joy
  • Humor
  • Affection
  • Late Nights
  • Comedy Central
  • Trust
  • Friendship
  • Love
  • Endless hours of listening to the song With You by Ill Niño

That's quite a buffet of emotions and other oddities. Despite the hardships we've been through, I can honestly say that I am truly happy with this man. He's different from other guys, it's something that I just can't explain...He gives my life purpose. I admit that it was scary at first, waking up and having him on my mind all day, but eventually one gets used to it and it becomes a sort of security blanket. I could be in the worst possible mood and he has the ability to make me forget about my problems, even if only for a little while. I guess you could say that he is my panacea, a remedy for all of my problems, whether they be internal or external. Forgive me for getting all mushy, my closest friends can tell you that I've never been one to enjoy expressing personal emotions.

My Wolfy will be leaving me, twice. On his 18th birthday, July 30th, he will be gone to New York for five days. I'll do my best to cope with his absence. His second one however, will be much more difficult. He leaves for college in Florida on August 12th, I don't know how much time I'll have to spend with him before he leaves since that's only four days before my family has to be moved into the new house. I also don't know how long it will take for either of us to get back online or how much free time we'll have once classes start. My main worry though, is that he might find someone else while he's away from me...I'm more than willing to wait 21 months for him to finish but I'll always have that fear on my mind. Perhaps it is my own human weakness and jealousy that causes me to think this way...Or maybe it's my love for him that wishes for him to be mine forever...

I shall keep you updated as the months go by. We'll start the countdown in September. Thank you for reading.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Prom snd Emo Goodness Circa 2006

Well prom is quickly approaching. It'll be on June 8th from 7pm - 11pm. I hope to go in a hummer limo with at least 10 other friends of mine. I ordered my dress about 2 weeks ago, it should be in by May 28th or 29th. It's a black, strapless dress with a white rose pin on the waist. I may be replacing it with a red one. I'll also be getting streaks in my hair, the color will depend on what color flower I decide to get. The same goes for my nails, I'm trying to let those grow out even more before I get them done on June 6th. My hair will be done on June 7th. I really hope I'm allowed to go in the limo with my friends, it'll be like $200 to do everything we want, including a party at a hotel where tickets cost $50 each. At least it'll all be safe with a contract and everything.
John doesn't want to go for several stupid, and totally bogus reasons such as:
  1. Wanting a cute date
  2. Not wanting to go alone so as not to look like a loser
  3. Claiming not to have any money even though he has a job

It's pretty ridiculous. I offered to go with him so he wouldn't be alone but if I'm not good looking enough for him then whatever. I'm not going to let his bad attitude ruin my night.

Moving on, I did some things that I admit, were pretty stupid. I'm generally fine with my appearance and accept that I'm a big girl but everything's changing. I've become sick and tired of everything, absolutely everything, ranging from my weight to how I look. To make a long story short, my self-conciousness has caught up with me and isn't letting go. I hate everything about myself and am sick of looking like this. I'm not proud to say this but I went so far as to cut myself the other night. Not on my wrists or anything, I'm not stupid enough to do things where people can see the results. I didn't do much, the sting was rather annoying but I did feel better. I hate seeing all these other skinny girls and not being able to look like them. I don't care what it takes, I'll be like that some day, even if I have to starve myself to do it.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

You Can't Write a Eulogy for a Dog


Maybe not, but I will anyway.

We put my dog to sleep today, around 3:30pm eastern. It's about 5pm as I'm typing this sentance. We buried him in my neighbor's yard. My chest aches from the serious sobbing job I put it through a little while ago. It wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't seen his eyes roll into the back of his head as he left us. Once that happened, I completely lost it. I wanted to scream, I wanted to tell him that I loved him, but nothing would come out of my mouth except sobs. I know I'll never have a dog like him again. My parents have had plenty, and although they were all special in their own way, he was the best dog they'd ever had.

It's hard to really explain how I'm feeling right now. I know he's dead, I know he's buried, I know he's not gonna be around for me to cuddle a thousand times a day. I just don't get it...It doesn't seem possible...I guess I'll grow used to it eventually but I just have a really hard time believing that I've really lost my best friend for good. Yeah I know that I said that I cried, it's like emotionally I knew what was going on but conciously I had no idea. I don't know what I'm going to do or how I'm going to handle it. I spent some time last night making a wallpaper for our desktop in his memory. I was fine until it was finished, then I broke down and cried along with my parents.

I spent my last block in school sitting in a room with my 'big sister' Sarah.There's no way I could thank her for all she's done for me. She's always able to comfort me. I have a note she wrote me during class to help me get by, I'll always have it. She offered to help me make a scrapbook for Zoom. I don't know if I'll be able to handle it with the state I'm in but maybe sometime during vacation or on the day I have off we can get started if she doesn't work that day. A huge thank you to Sarah for keeping me sane in my time of need. I love you.

I guess I'll leave you with some pictures of my best friend, Zoom. Rest in peace buddy, I'll always love you.



Sunday, April 09, 2006

Radiation, Zombies, and Necromancers! Oh My!

My shower is my special place. When I shower I let my mind run loose and start to relax. I'll start thinking about random things and occasionally a gem such as what will soon follow is produced. I assure you that what is to come is merely a product of an over stressed mind accompanied by an overactive imagination and just a hint of realism. Enjoy the show.
While I was washing my hair an interesting question came into my mind...Well, not a question at that moment, more of a one word statement: Radiation. Images of destruction and death filled my mind's eye for a moment before another word flashed into consciousness: Zombies. Stay with me on this one, it's a lot of fun, I promise.
Think about it. An atomic bomb or whatever is dropped, people on and around the site of impact are killed, there are few survivors which have the luck to get suck with radiation poisoning and contaminated food and water. Basically, they're screwed, really screwed. Now onto how zombies fit into all of this nonsense. Obviously the first half of the proceeding set of events would remain the same, the end however, would be quite different. Before continuing I would like to tell all Resident Evil and zombie flick fanatics to shut up, get out of their little fantasy world and try to be a wee bit realistic. Thank you.
Let's start with a definition of what a zombie is and a little background information on how they work. A typical zombie, not the voodoo zombie or anything else, just a plain old reanimated corpse bent on eating any living thing it manages to catch. The only working organ is its brain which is used to send rather primitive signals such as making them want to "eat". Basically all they do is jam food down their throats and into their stomach where it sits until the zombie's little tummy bursts because they can't digest their food. So all this talk about them needing to feed in order to survive is rubbish. The desire to feed oneself is just another primitive instinct that it would seem the zombified brain still controls while all other bodily functions have ceased after the initial expiration.
Now that we've cleared that up, let's continue, shall we? Now, before starting to even write this post I just had to conduct a bit of research of my own because I enjoy educating myself and making others look like morons. Anyway, I searched the web to see if any studies or research had been done as to the effects of radiation received after death. Everything just gave me information on the effects of radiation on live victims and the causes of their death. Nothing I really cared about. So I'll just attempt to apply my previous, though limited, knowledge regarding human anatomy and physiology to pretty much bs my way through this one. Should a zombie come into contact with radiation and become a radioactive zombie (no matter how corny that sounds) there really would be no effects on it. It would just be a walking radiation flavored lollipop. There would be no mutations as radiation affects living cells, eventually killing them off, and a zombie is already dead. The zombiefied brain is alive to some degree, though to what extent is unknown, so one would think that there is a small possibility for a mutation to occur. Once again we must remind ourselves that the undead brain controls very primitive functions so the effects, if any, could very well be unimportant.
Now onto necromancers, hurray! Again we'll start with a small definition as to what a necromancer is. A necromancer is a person who is trained in the arts of both raising the dead and manipulating them. They are also said to be immortal due to their power over death. Taking this immortality into consideration, it would really suck to be a necromancer caught anywhere near an atomic blast. Sure you'd be alive but think about it. There would be a good chance that, although your cells would not perish, they would become mutated due to exposure. Would you really want to live as a giant lump of tumors named Jim? I didn't think so. Normally suicide is not the answer, the same goes in this case. You'd just come back to life to continue your suffering. The only advice I can give you is to learn to get used to it.
The moral of the story is: You'll be all set if you happen to be a zombie, but, if you're a necromancer...Well...Sorry man, better luck next time.

First Day Here

Well it's my first day here on Blogger.com, I haven't managed a blog since I left LiveJournal due to personal reasons and I guess it's time for me to start one up again. Hopefully I'll have something worthwhile to post here every once in a while, either that or just hope I don't forget for weeks on end as I had a tendancy to do with LJ.

Alright, first things first:

  • The Name - I chose to call this Meus Templum because it translates to My Sanctuary in Latin. Most people use journals or diaries as a place to express their thoughts and emotions about a certain subject, usually their personal lives or current events in the world, and not be judged for it. That's all fine and dandy but I really don't care if people agree with me or not, hence why I have no problem sharing information by such a public method.
  • Future Content - Seeing as this is my blog/journal thing, I'll pretty much be posting whatever I want. Usually it'll be about my day, something that impacted my life somehow, or a rant on how stupid I find some people's actions/state of mind to be. It should be fun, for me anyway.

There you have it. So now I guess all I really have to say is...Stay tuned for whatever madness I stick up here.