xiggy

0008 »

Fri, 20 Jun 2008 15:59:18 GMT

o______o

I haven't opened my grill in a while, so James decided to do it. It turns out there is a birds nest in the grill with little baby birdies in it.

I don't have the heart to actually kick out the baby birds, so I'll let them stay until they fly off and stuff. I think it's actually pretty witty of those two birds though for choosing a metal grill of all things as a little house/nest thing. I mean, think about it, it's good against the weather and what not. So far the rain (what little that we get) doesn't hurt them, not to mention the grill is under a patio of sorts.

I really don't want to evict them, I guess because I have a heart of sorts. It's not like we actually use the grill anyway. Lol, not now at least. Axelle, you can see it when/if you come over today. :|

0007 » here i go again, falling behind losing my mind

Wed, 18 Jun 2008 20:48:14 GMT

I'm not really too happy with myself, but I created two alliance characters on the Mannoroth PVP server. One being "Cremepuff" the level 7 puffy white haired rogue gnome, and "Vexen" the level one (currently to this journal post, at least) Night Elf druid. I didn't pick human because the male humans look like poop. POOOP. =|

Other than that, you can either find me on the Wildhammer PVP server under my alliance charcater - Suzette, the level 27 blood elf paladin. The other server I'm on (since James' brother wants to start from scratch) is a normal server called Baelgun. On that server I am "Xiggy", once more a blood elf paladin. =| James is off being a warlock, and his brother is a hunter. I guess it all works out. James and his brother know much more about WoW than I do. :|

My favorite character that I have on any of the servers right now is currently Suzette though due to the fact stupid people tried hunting me and ended up getting their butts town apart. It kind of makes me proud, even though I know I cant do that to a level 50+. Haha, but oh well.. I'll eventually get there. At least I have a savory deviate delight cooking skill, but ... that's not going to get me anywhere right now. =3=;

Damn it. Damn it all.

Why the hell did I have to be introduced to WoW?

And I guess I should find it funny that a level 70 was trying to challenge my level 7 Cremepuff to a duel at Ironforge. James laughed at me for almost engaging in battle. I knew I was going to lose. :|

0006 » waiting around for the next big fix

Wed, 18 Jun 2008 17:55:14 GMT

It looks like James wants to use Linux instead of Windows now. Sure, he's having a somewhat difficult time setting things up because usually things run off of Windows and you just have to tinker with the stuff in order for it to work correctly on the Linux operating system. So far through the file installation he's been amused by how they're named. Out of him, his brother, and his brother's girlfriend I am the only one who is going to be running with Windows for a while. Linux is supposed to be better, and faster than windows in some way. So what is James doing? Testing it out. My computer is being left alone, so that he does mess up I don't rip off his head for doing the 'mistake' on my computer. Yes, I probably would turn into a mantis under certain situations.

Anyway, I am probably not going to see him much though as far as week days go. Sure, he has off on Friday's and Sunday's but now I'm starting to work nights for that one lady who wants me to be her secretary. The woman seems thrilled that I can type over one hundred words a minute, since she's also trying to get a book published. Personally? I think she should just stick to one of her jobs but who am I to say what she should or what she shouldn't do? But if she expects me to type any of it let's hope she isn't one of those people with the chicken scratch handwriting. Apparently the thing has to be handed in by the end of the year, and she's behind on everything else like opening up her mail. So my first job is sorting that, hur hur. I did that until midnight last night, and I'm continuing to do it today. I suppose even when I have to be up when he sleeps, and sleep when he gets up won't be that bad for a while until the lady finds a building in Atlanta somewhere, and the business gets started up. I still need to get a good car, preferably a Honda Civic, to go to and from work. Everyone else seems to be going for the cars that look cool but when it comes to the prices of gas want to bend over. Lol. I'm staying away from the newer cars because there is also the cost to maintain the newer ones? You can keep you premium spark plugs, and expensive headlights. I'll keep an old car just to find parts a dime a dozen.

Other than that nothing major has been going down except for my foot starting to hurt a little bit. I first felt a stinging pain when I walked on my left foot last night, and it continued on to this morning. I don't quite know what it's from, but I'm sure it will go away. And I suppose word travels fast of me being preggo or something because I recently instant messaged a friend from a convention that I haven't spoken to in a long time and they knew. I just now wonder what was said. :|

I think next Friday I go back to the doctors to get more testing done. They told me to go called an ultrasound office around Atlanta, Georgia to get the baby looked at over again but I decided not to go. I mean, come on, why waste the gas when I have to go to Atlanta anyway to visit the ECL hospital in about forty days? I'm not going to be wasting gas to go there for an ultrasound when the kid is going to be due soon. Chances are they'll probably do the testing there? I'm not going to get lost in Atlanta looking for on Ultrasound Office when I know (or will know, rather) where the hospital is? Let's just say it takes a lot to fill James' truck up to full. I'm just going to wait it out because right now everything seems to be functioning fine with the kid. Apparently the heartbeat is "perfect", so I'll leave it at that. Besides, I already had two previous ultrasounds stating that the development of the kid was going fine anyway. Maybe I would have went if the lady would have left on phone message where I needed to go to instead of when I got in to the ob/gyn they asked me if I went to the appointment. I responded with, "what appointment? nobody told me when or where to go." The only appointment I knew of was the ob/gyn one. So, yeah, I'm just thinking what's the point? I'm going to know the gender in about 40 days anyway and then we'll see.

I'm also having a problem with a certain dipshit in the legal field. No, it's not my boss lady. She's sweet. It's a certain man who cant get his facts straight and wants to take away something James loves because he thinks its for someone's "best interest." Everyone knows the only best interest is for himself with the whole federal funding boost. it's sad when you have a document stating someone you're working for and in that legal document you can't even spell the name correctly. That's all I have to say right now.

0005 » intermission

Wed, 18 Jun 2008 04:53:14 GMT

THE SCRIBBLD POSITIVITY MEME.

0004 » remember what you're staring at is me.

Mon, 16 Jun 2008 22:17:39 GMT

Well, these past few weeks have been eventful, slightly.

WOW.
I got into World of Warcraft, and I've been playing on the Horde side because the Alliance characters on the PVP servers are jerks. They have nothing better to do than come into Horde Territory, or just merely shank horde characters in anything goes areas. James and I were running through one of the areas by Ashenvale, so this one 26 mage thought it would be nice to actually chase after us even though he made no sign we wanted to fight. We just ran in the opposite direction, and they followed. They ended up turning James' level 27 into a sheep and went after me when I was level 24. I ended up getting all in his face and stuff since mage's armor is basically toilet paper, used mana tap, and basically slaughtered the dude when James decided to unsheep himself. It isn't really good to go against two paladins close to your level when they are retri spec'd. We could have camped the corpse, but we were nice.

James ended up dying one day fighting beasts, so I went to go revive him after signing on. The first thing I see on that road in Ashenvale again is another alliance character, a level 27 hunter of what ever race it was, chasing another horde member in the opposite direction than me. They immediately stop following that member and start hunting me. The thing he screws up on is not shooting me with his arrows, yet having that marksman thing on me. I right clicked and turned my sights around to see the bastard was stalking me, so I whipped my character around and started hammering his ass with my paladin skills. Did you know most hunters suck at melee attack? The pet they had didn't even hurt me. Let's just say I didn't have to heal at all during that fight even though he was like about three levels over me? I'm new to the game, you know, but killing my first ally was fun. It made me want to do it again because I got four honor points out of it. The thing that did me in was after the battle when one elemental and a beast decided to attack me together, when I was still trying to heal and restore my mana. I guess they caught me off guard or something, too. They were a few levels higher than me. So, it was really James who came to revive me.

Cars and other junk.
Well, we only have one vehicle to maintain now. My 1994 Nissan Altima SE that my mother gave me, the one she got from a shade tree mechanic, decided to die. Not really, the head gasket decided to go, the heater core blew, one of the cv axles was bad (we replaced the other one), it had an exhaust leak, and so many other problems that we just decided to sell it for about two hundred dollars. So that's what happened with that, which now makes James mad at one of the people who calls themselves a mechanic over at Volvo.

The truck is the one thing that we've been maintaining mostly. What kind of truck? A 1994 F150, with a straight six engine. The serpentine belt got replaced since it was showing signs of dry rotting, we're currently fixing the ac in it since James is certified in doing that, the engine is eventually going to be rebuilt when we get the money for it and get around to doing it but that's going to be a long term thing (held off for later). We had a good deal on tires for the truck, as well as the differential for it. Yes, the differential decided to go out so we had to throw down about three hundred and sixty dollars to get that fixed plus another ninety-eight for brakes and stuff. I helped with bleeding the brakes two nights ago.

I think it's kind of romantic now to work on cars with James. One of the first things we did together was work on his truck to fix his oil pressure problem. It feels good to enjoy the fruits of your labor, right? Granted getting metal splinters in your fingers isn't always a good thing.

I'm eventually going to get myself a better car though for a decent price. There is one specific type I'm kind of keeping my eyes on for right now which is the Honda Civic. With an economy like this? The gas prices rising? You'll need a car like that or a scooter. So far I haven't driven since February of this year, and the only thing I've tried to learn during that time period was manual. I am not fond of manual, though I know it's the better of the two between owning manuals and automatics. Owning a manual car is less expensive than owning an automatic, and I guess I can see why but I like being simple and not worrying about shifting wrong and keeping the clutch down when I take my foot off the gas. Maybe I'll get used to it, I don't know.

Of course you probably know this by now but we were working on kiokushitaka's car a little bit to fix her oil leak problem after we got done with bleeding James' brakes. In a previous post you can see my "minor" hatred for WalMart. The next thing we should be looking forward to is the spark plugs, wires, and that belt that needs to be replaced but that's going to be a little bit later. Good thing is all of that won't really cost an arm and a leg like James' differential that decided to go out on the same day she decided to come over. Sheesh. Two people, James and Jeremy (a co-worker at his job) ended up starting and finishing the whole back end of the truck with a fellow mechanic, Walter, all in one hour and fifty seven minutes. That, friends, is really fast compared to most mechanic shops around here. They were trying to go as fast as they could (because they were at work and taking a lunch to do that), but made sure that everything was where it had to be. :|

Family things.
My mother is currently out on the truck. She's thinking about taking some home time see the baby and be around the family for a while. She's been out of state for a long time just traveling around the United States, getting peeved off with the other drivers she had to go night and day with. She actually called me up today somewhere around 4:30pm to tell me she passed her trucking test. What does this mean? She's going to be getting her own truck. I knew she could do it, even though she was unsure of her backing up skills in an eighteen wheeler. I probably would be intimidated, too.

I suppose I know the feeling since I took the GED without even studying and barely passed the math portion, but all together that one day I finished the GED an hour earlier than everyone else. I guess that's just me. I figured I had two other times I could take the GED, and if I passed everything else except for the math I could just take the math over but luck was on my side and I didn't have to go back. I couldn't really celebrate there with all the people around me wanting me to tutor them the GED while the teachers were also asking me to give them an idea of the GED because I knew what was expected and what not. I only helped out one person, tried to scan the practice book as much as possible but the girl still failed. I mean, come on, the Writing and English portion is easy. The math portion? I didn't really like it. One part was "simple" where you couldn't use the calculator, but the other part of the math required you to use it. Well, you could use it to your advantage. I didn't like dealing with the ratios, myself. I'm still surprised I passed. And I guess the writing portion of it was easy because look what I've been doing here, I've just been really picky about how I worded things in that hour time-period. I guess I gave myself more time when I rushed through the reading portion. I am actually pleased with my overall score even though one girl at the place tried bragging about her score even though she was fifty points lower than me. Haha, I just gave her that moment of happiness even though she was below me at my "not even trying to pass" phase. To be honest? I'm glad I got out of there immediately.

Yeah, I left Montgomery Job Corp Center in April 2007 during their little "Easter Vacation" even though the counselor over the business tech students got a little butthurt. "You only came here for the GED?" Well, yeah, I did. Everything else I was doing there reminded me too much of the times I was in BST back in Gainesville High School, and the things I didn't know the teacher wouldn't even help you with even though you were trying to figure out the book, and basically the teacher got scolded for not being a teacher. I should have chose the legal secretary class, but oh well... at least the skills are paying off now that I got a job as a paralegal's secretary.

More good news about the family is that I'm actually having a kid of my own. My brother, Charles, was the first one to actually have the first grandchild to my mother, but I'm the only daughter, so I suppose that means a little more? I don't know. My mother seems to be a bit thrilled over the fact I'm having a kid, and so does my biological father. Out of the two of my parents, my mother has been the most supportive. Both of my brothers are off doing their thing. John is in college, Charles is working and taking care of my niece.

As far as my kid goes though, I have about 46 days left of this pregnancy and I am honestly glad that these are my last couple of days. The whole pregnancy thing is a nice thing, but I've waited long enough and I've been kicked and stretched a lot. Right now I want to know exactly what I'm having (because I can't really trust the ultrasound things since someone said James' sister was originally supposed to be a boy. I'm sure you can see why I am a bit skeptical, but I'm going to love my kid regardless of the gender. Being pregnant was one of those things in my life that made me actually feel alive.

There was a day back in February that one dude decided he was going to tailgate us in one lane when we were going to pick up and fix my P.O.S. car that was at the Exxon gas station up on 54. We made it to the DriveRite after switching lanes, stopped for another guy who was making a left turn. During those seconds of sitting there we heard this really bad noise, so James and I looked at each other confused. Thud. The guy who was previously tailgating us in the other lane slammed into us after trying to slam on his brakes. Obvious people who don't pay attention and follow too close shouldn't be on the road. The ambulance came, people took me out of the F150 and put me on the stretcher. You probably wouldn't know how i was feeling on that day when I had to go to the hospital, fearing for the life of my unborn child. The guy in the Nissan who slammed into us wanted us to leave the scene saying "nothing is wrong with your truck." Sure, nothing was wrong with the truck but the fact the seatbelt tightened around my stomach was another story. The guy shut up when James flat out fold him. The police weren't happy with the guy who rear-ended us either. It turns out the guy who slammed into us wasn't even driving his own car. He was 26 years old from another county, driving his what seems to be mother's car. Not only does the dude have to pay more insurance, but he also got a ticket, and he had to fix the damage on his mother or wife's car. The only thing wrong with James' truck was that the Nissan King Cab (that's what they called it in the police report but James said it was something else) had it's wind shield wiper fluid and some paint on his bumper. It looks like the guy had to replace his whole front end, get a new radiator, and a lot of other things.

I stayed in the hospital for a few hours, completely miserable. I wanted to know what the condition of my kid was in. At least I found out what the expected due date was though. Turns out that the kid was alright after strapping something on me, and then giving me my first ultrasound. At about 10:30pm they released me, and I got out of the wheel chair and just walked over to James first (since he was waiting there with my mom), and hugged him. I was relieved, but I still had tears in my eyes. Now it's months later and the kid is still doing fine. Apparently it's supposed to be a boy, but like I said before... I'm a bit skeptical.

I'm truly excited about what's going to happen in or around August. People say that having a kid automatically means my life is going to be over. No, ... it's not. I'm just introducing something into the world that can help me annoy the people around me.

0003 »

Mon, 16 Jun 2008 14:18:31 GMT

I suppose I should start filling in that whole eight month gap of what exactly I have been doing, huh? Aside from the obvious already said things written in previous posts and comments, and things on my Myspace for things to see I can start from the beginning even though it can be considered "boring" to some.

I was planning on entering the military, I had full intentions of doing so but my boyfriend decided that I shouldn't go since he already had to endure it for about seven years. The portion of the military that I was going to head into was automatically going to deploy me. Let's just say James didn't really like that idea. I didn't really like the idea, either. The reason why I wanted to enter the military was because my mother's husband (who she's going to divorce) was being a prick and pestering me with trying to find a job, when I did get a job he almost made me lose it because he wouldn't stay out of my business and brought his negativity to my job and made a rather embarrassing scene. To be honest, I actually wanted someone to tell me to stay. The only thing I have been doing for the past two years is been shifting around between going to Job Corp and struggling to find something here meanwhile my stepfather was happily mooching off my mother and losing all his jobs because he was dipping out to get other girlfriends. Basically the whole cheating and lying thing all over again and then the occasional, "baby, but I love you." ... even though you put your wedding ring in the glove box, and said you didn't want to get it "dirty" but later on it found it's way in a pawn shop with the big television set when she went to her trucking job.

I moved in with James because I wasn't going to live with a monkey like Henry. ...The sad thing is kiokushitaka pretty much knows about him and what I've had to put up with for the past couple of years because of him. Actually, she's known about almost all of the bad parts of my life since I've been living in Florida. I have to thank her for helping me keep and salvage what ever is left of my sanity. But, getting back onto topic, since mother and Henry were pressuring me to get into the military and stuff to give me another reason to leave everything behind again I was honestly going to go. That was around the same time a little thing stirred up between me and Laura anyway, so I thought it was going to take my mind off of things. The truth was I was going to be miles away with a troubled mind. James came by and knocked some sense into my head, and now I find myself with starting up a business with this paralegal woman around here in downtown Atlanta. My job? As a secretary. I mean, it's a good job field to get into. James is a mechanic because he went to the military to become one, and when he was younger he used to sit down listening to Alice in Chains while making car models. Now his hobby is fixing up cars and building computers (mine is the next one we're working on.)

James and I started getting closer, my mother at first didn't like him because he was negative towards Henry. (I wonder why.) James hasn't liked Henry since the fact Henry used to call the cops on me when I was winning arguments and making him look like a moron. "You're disrespecting your elders." Blah, blah, blah. Excuse me, but I think I should have punched him in the face for calling my mother the white devil. James wanted to introduce Henry to the steel toed boots he had for almost making me hydroplane when he called me up once more saying he was going to call the cops on me for not returning the car home.

Right now Henry is currently in Florida after wasting all of his money and stuff, trying to mooch off of his family (and failing) and gaining new girlfriends. The last thing I've heard about him was that he called up my mom on someone else's cellphone saying "I heard you're getting a divorce with me for 300 dollars? The only reason anyone would be with you is for the money. You're ugly and fat." Okay, he's one to talk. The guy has a barrel stomach now, while my mom has been watching her weight now. I'm actually proud my mother doesn't have yellow eyes like he does. You know what yellow eyes and drinking too much does to you, right? I might sound a little cold hearted but I really don't care if he dies or not. Nothing good ever came out of him, I doubt anything will if he bragged about running away from the police through certain neighborhoods and his son getting arrested on the day they were supposed to pick him up from Florida to save him from the life they were trying to protect him from. The police caught his son with a girl strangely looking like me, with the same name .. only looking like me back when I had long hair still. The girl's name was Maria Marino. See, my name is Maria. My last name has "Mar" in the beginning, but everything after that ... is all Greek to you, you could say. Actually, the first thing my "brother in law" asked me was "yo, sis, do you do ecstasy?" ... I'm actually glad I don't have to put up with that anymore.

But, yeah, back to the whole James and I thing. James is about eight years older than I am. One of the first things we've done together was remove the valve cover and clean it, knock a carbon build up out of somewhere but then having to replace that part because it was hard to actually get to the stuff, and fixing the oil pressure problem. Ever since then I've been helping him here and there when he needs it with cars. Just two days ago I helped him with his brakes before we got around to solving the drain plug problem with kiokushitaka's car no thanks to a shade tree mechanic at WalMart.*

*I honestly don't know how anyone can fuck up an oil change job. Okay, maybe a few people I can see. Mostly those just getting out of high school not knowing what in the nine bloody hells they are doing or the shade trees. But who is going to call themselves a mechanic and screw an oil cap on wrong? ...Then blame the whole problem with the leak on the person who wanted you to make sure their car was in good, working condition. I still find it funny that they thought that she could have possibly made her car have that problem though. It's not like she has access to a floor jack, and would purposely get a drain plug out or mess around with it. Even if that was the case and she somehow slid under her car she wouldn't be able to get the bloody drain plug out because they over torqued it by like ten over-turns of the wrench which could potentially mess up the threading, and makes other real mechanics pissed off at the previous shade tree. It's really annoying, you know? "Let's make the next guy work harder even though we'll fuck up her car."

What happens when the threading of something is messed up to the point something wont be able to be screwed in again? You'll have to replace the part. Luckily, that wasn't the case that night. But, still, the fact that they denied it was their fault that it was leaking kind of pisses me off to no end. The previous day before working on her car we were actually talking about the Walmart's Tire and Lube service while we were in Fayetteville, getting something to eat for lunch. James just shook his head, and told me that place is either filled with either high school kids or the shade trees. He said that even if he knew nothing about cars he wouldn't take his truck to that place, ever. For reasons stated above, you know why. If you're going to get a job done, get it done right by professionals but look around for the prices.... There are just a few mechanic shops in this town that are bad. James can basically point out the good ones and the bad ones. You know, the ones who will do the work right and give you a good deal on it, and then there are the shops that will do the most crappiest job, don't pay for the parts until later, and reuse the gaskets much like the guys at Walmart and basically do it wrong. I suppose it's all about who you know.

The guys at WalMart ended up screwing the drain plug on incorrectly, making it hard to unscrew the damn thing. You know how you should lightly lube the threading after you put the gasket back onto it to make sure it's easy to get off? They failed to do that. Instead they really tightened that down, and put the oil cap on the wrong way. A little insignificant piece had to be broken on Axel's oil cap in order to get it off. James had to use his special pliers of DOOM to get it off. Normally he is good with his grip and getting things off (kiokushitaka, you could probably tell that when he was working with his brakes.)

But, yeah, the guys at Walmart failed to replace the worn down gasket and just said that the leak (which it did still have) was just some kind of overspill or something of the sort. Basically they told her she didn't have a leak meanwhile it was their fault for actually making her have an oil leak in the first place. James took care of that problem quickly. I guess that's the difference between a shade tree mechanic and a person who had experience working on apache helicopters in the army when you're required to write down every little detail of every little part of the pieces you take off the helicopter to make sure you put them on where they need to go every single time they had to take a helicopter apart. I could imagine how tedious it has to be.

The good thing about kiokushitaka's car is that it's better than 90% of the people who come into his place of work [car part shop for now], which is saying a lot. Future plans is hopefully getting her belt done, because if that goes out ... it could really be a problem if it snaps due to being dry rotted. It might look weird cosmetically, but it's nothing too hard to get fixed up. Everyone give Axel a round of applause for keeping her car in good running order and actually knowing that something was wrong with her car even after Walmart insisted that there wasn't.

....

I think I'll post more about my adventures a little bit later though. I've had three hours sleep, and I'm surprised I've been able to type this much.. I have a lot to catch up on, and a lot of reading to do. Plus I have to get an icon. Does anyone mind making me one? Preferably of Xigbar from Organization XIII? Or, Axel, do you still have the old ones? =_=

0002 » well, me... its nice talking to myself.

Mon, 16 Jun 2008 13:18:26 GMT

I honestly don't know what I'm going to do with this journal. Perhaps I'll just make it mostly friends only. Ever since I got my net back I've had all these things on my mind but I didn't really know where to start and I couldn't sort which ones were more better than other thoughts. For the past few months since November, I've seen what this place has to offer. A lot of places are oddly closed on Sunday, and I happen to live in a rather dry county. I kind of regret talking or posting in my journal before when I actually did have the internet up and running. I guess the only person who would have made the ordeal a little bit more livable was Laura, though she had a busy schedule up until now.

At lot of things have changed since I last written anything down in any online blog (excluding cafemom.com). Yeah, I use that site because believe it or not I'm expecting shortly. None of that single-mom, one night stand mistake bullshit, either. It just wasn't good timing, sooner than we would have liked to have the kid, but the intention of having one was definitely there. So there is about 45 days remaining and then you'll be able to see the kid for yourself (I suppose if you're added you will be able to see).

I guess since I'm so torn on deciding what to make this journal I'll just keep it semi-friend's only. Just so some people can see what's up depending on if they have a scribbld or not. If not? There is always MySpace. If I get friends or get reacquainted with people from GreatestJournal that would be fine, if I don't? Meh, that's fine, too. I'm satisfied with friends I have now, but wouldn't mind having more. Let's just say I grew up since the last time you thought you knew me.

0001 » she repeats, "lets be friends."

Mon, 16 Jun 2008 12:47:56 GMT

Woo, first real post is a somewhat mushy one. =|

I probably should say this more than I already do. I know I have good friends. No, they're not just "good", but they're perfect for me at least. Granted they might have their ups and their downs but I have flaws, too. I probably should take time to say this more and tell other friends what I think about them, too, but right now I'm going to take time talking about just one.

I've known someone on here for a few years now, and they've been like family to me for basically all of those years except for this one little gap where we had an on and off again thing. A lot of people online don't have nothing on me when it comes to knowing this someone. They probably don't even know how cool they really are, either. The person who I'm talking about is kiokushitaka, or you might know them simply as Axel, Reno, or maybe just "that girl." What ever rocks your cock, people. When it comes down to it I'll always have Axel's back and that's basically how it's been since I've moved here from Florida. She was my warm welcome into this state which has so much chaos, and she was the one who took me to my first convention up here.

She's the only person who I know who would be mad at you one day but would visit your job even when they're not "supposed to" under certain circumstances. Lol, that I didn't care if I was going to lose my job that day or not since I was standing around, cleaning a little bit, and bullshitting. The fact that I looked down to check my phone and she was there that day made me feel slightly happier on a crappy day. I was amused when Axel was working at the gallery and I stopped by one day just to have one lady spazzing out wondering which one of us was which. It was almost like twin day I suppose? Those days when we were apparently "fighting", if you could really call it that were kind of hard on me though. It's not every day when you feel like your world is torn apart when you're friend is no longer there, and the only thing that made this town worth living in wasn't even looking in your direction. That's one of the traits I like about her though, which made me feel like fighting to salvage any sort of friendship. Axel is and will always be worth it, even if she thinks otherwise. The girl might go around telling you she's a heartless bastard, but she really hasn't acted that way towards me. So, nyah. I feel special.

The only thing I have now are the memories of the good times, of the days when we were sitting on a porch and just thinking about what we're going to do when we're younger. The sound of kids screaming through the neighborhood (perfect timing) as I just uttered Ansem's name while sitting back eating some konpeitos. Honestly? Even though we don't get to see each other a lot I can comfortably say that I'll always have her back even if her mother thinks I'm the worst delinquent in the world. Want to know a secret? I don't care what her mom thinks even though I know she's trying to be good for her children. The fact still is that I'm content with being Axel's friend. Let the whole world think I'm garbage. I really don't care because a lot of other people seem to think differently. Axel was just one of those people who thought that I was a somebody - someone who actually gave a damn, and perhaps that's the reason that I care about her the same. I'm glad I got to spend so many experiences with her and the rest of our groups right down to getting lost somewhere in Bumfuck, Tennessee on our way to the MTAC convention. To be honest? I wouldn't mind doing all of that ... again. Minus the fighting. Definitely minus the fighting.

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Mon, 16 Jun 2008 11:52:09 GMT

Semi Friends Only.
Rules and other witty things probably will go here for the future. All I ask? Keep the drama low when it comes to my journal. I already have seen enough drama, and honestly nothing good ever comes from it. I have my own demons to fight, and a family to start. So, yeah, as long as you're cool with me everything is fine. I just don't want any childish junk looming around me. Ca'peesh?