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Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Carry On...

At least that's what I used to say. I haven't written in almost two months. And right now I sit here at this computer thinking about all the things that have come and gone in my life in the past few years. I tried to log into Galleywinter yesterday and it turns out I've completley forgotten my password...wow, how things change. So called friends come and go, people change and life gets more serious every day. Next thing you know old high school classmates are having babies and discussing ten year reunions. Life consists of getting up, going to work and domestic duties. I don't watch the news anymore, nor do I pay attention to politics. After Rita, I don't give a shit about any of it because its bad, its always been bad, it always will be bad. I suppose I'll just pack my shit and move to Mexico when its past repair here in America because all the Mexicans will be here. I can't complain about inheriting a country as beautiful as Mexico.
I just finished my seminar project last week and I made an A. So now I have my geology degree.

I have two BS degrees
I don't play guitar anymore
I rarely listen to any new music
I can't sleep without having bad dreams
I still LOVE to sing
I LOVE my family
I have no friends
Sometimes my heart hurts and I don't know why
My wedding plans are going beautifully
I'm too exhausted to be excited about it
I'm too exhausted to care about my accomplishments
I've forgotten my purpose
I don't remember what its like to have peace of mind
I rarely remember anything from one moment to the next unless I write it down
I love my flowers
I love my pictures
I love my new camera


I went up to the mountain because you asked me to...

♥Oh, so vintage... 9:32 PM


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