What is the best beer on planet Earth?
Submitted by Remmy Van Hornie.
Guiness or Sam Adams Octoberfest.<3
I have been AFK for awhile from livejournal & Vox. I've had no interest or desire to really post. I have been busy with life - kinda sorta.
Last week I turned twenty-three. It feels no different than twenty-two. Nothing to get excited over. My birthday wasn't that great, but I got some pretty nifty stuff to make up for it all. My most favorite thing I got was a macro lens for my camera and it rocks my socks off. I need to take MORE pictures. I forgot how much I truly enjoy taking photographs until I got the new lens. I would love to get paid to take pictures, but I don't really ever seeing that happen since I have no clue on where to start and there's no way I could go to school for it - so that's out of the question.
But what do I want to do with my life? I haven't quite decided, but I wish could find my calling and get with the program. There have been lots of things that I've thought about as potential careers, for instance, professional dog groomer, bartender, professional ebay-er, computer programer, grahpic designer, interior designer, and of course photograhpy. All of these things I am really interested in doing, but they all require one thing and that's going to school.
I just don't know if I could handle going back to school. The twelve years I spent in high school were really enough and then the two years I spent in technical college was when I realized college really isn't for me. I am a hands-on kinda person. I can't learn unless I see it happen and sitting in a classroom listening to someone talk forever really puts me to sleep and I walk out feeling like I didn't learn anything.
I feel really lost in life and just don't know what to do with myself. I feel like I am becoming a waste. :( I have no money so I can't really persue anything major. When I think about getting a temporary job to help out, I get nervous and chicken out. *shrugs* Maybe one day I'll figure things out.
How well does your name Google? Who are you up against? (Celebrities, etc.)
Submitted by Matt Blank.
My name comes up second on the list and its really about me. It's the page for the Alumni listings of my high school.
When you go out to eat, how do you pick where to go?
Submitted by Kristine.
I don't. I always let Billy or whoever else I am with pick.
Andy bought me a diamond ring for Christmas. I guess you could call it a promise ring, though I always think of sixteen year old kids when I hear that term. I'll call it a pre-engagement ring instead. Andy won't propose to me until his older brother proposes to his girlfriend, even though we've decided we want to get married someday when we have better education and jobs and better means to support ourselves. I want to give my kids everything; I don't want to not be able to take them to Disney World because we're too poor, you know. I was so surprised about the ring. I had pointed this ring out to him but I never though he'd actually get it. I actually cried when he gave it to me. It's huge right now so it needs to be sized. I called the jewelry store and they said they should be able to do it by Friday afternoon. But he said that because I need such a small size (2.5) that they may need to order in another ring in the smallest size they make in order to size it down so small. But maybe not. He said to bring the ring in so they can look at it. I would hate to have to get a different ring because this is the one Andy gave me, and even though the new one would be the exact same thing, it wouldn't be the exact one I opened on Christmas Eve and cried about. So I hope they can size this one. Sometimes I really hate being so small. I'm over the moon about this ring, though. I wear it even though it's huge; I just keep my middle and pinky fingers against my ring finger so it doesn't fall off. It's an absolutely gorgeous ring and I can't believe Andy got it for me. He also got me a cool multicolour stripe crocheted beanie with ear flaps and a huge flower on the side (looks kind of like a 1920s flapper hat), mini Hershey bars, a beanie baby duck, a beanie baby elephant, and two Disney patches from Ebay (Alice with the Tulgey Wood characters and Flora, Fauna, & Merryweather from Sleeping Beauty).
From my parents: 250gb external hard drive, Pirates of the Caribbean jacket (from the little boys section of the Disney Store), handheld Tetris game, Tinker Bell fleece pajamas, slippers, Hershey Kisses, jelly beans, and a Dumbo mug.
From my grandparents: Baggallini sling backpack (the ultimate travel/WDW backpack), clothes from Aeropostale, WDWMagic.com shirt, Horizons shirt from FSG Originals, clothes from Delia's (including two pairs of 28" inseam pants), dancing bear wallet, rainbow crochet pouch, stickers, glass bead bracelet, Alice and caterpillar patch, and a caterpillar keychain.
From other family: $50 from Denise, $25 Disney Dollars from Doreen & Mike (traded with my mom for $25 cash which I need more than Disney Dollars right now), and my aunt Elaine in Arizona is sending me a giftcard for Michael's which isn't coming until my birthday, I think.
From Andy's family: pink microfleece blanket from Danny, Fresca and ramen from Matt & Lindsay, fuzzy socks and coconut milk shower gel from his parents, fuzzy socks from Tammy & Mike, a tealight holder and tealights from Gretchen & Pete, and a pumpkin chai candle from Terry & Steve. I wasn't expecting to get anything from his extended family, but all of his cousins got me stuff.
I have a sore throat. I’ve had it for a week now. It began last week right before Law & Order. I took an hour or so nap and when I woke up, I was incredibly achey, with a headache and a sore throat. I took Advil cold & sinus at 9:00p and by 11:00p I finally felt well enough to go get gas in New Jersey and go to Price Chopper for soda. I woke up the next morning still feeling achey and tired, but otherwise good. But my throat is killing me. It’s very hard to swallow. It feels like there is a lump in one part, but it has moved, so it can’t really be a lump. I don’t think it’s strep or tonsilitis because then I’d have a fever and whatnot. If it’s a viral thing (most likely) then there’s nothing I can do about it, not even antibiotics.
I spent the first half of Thanksgiving at home with my parents. My mom made turkey, mash tatoes, biscuits, stuffing, broccoli, cranberry sauce, and jello. It was a good meal. And now Chloe likes turkey. I went to Andy’s when he got done with work (yes, Domino’s was open on Thanksgiving) and we went over to his aunt’s house next door. Assorted family members were there. I had a couple of glasses of champagne with dinner and got silly drunk. It wasn’t bad.
Andy went out to Staples and Wal-Mart in Matamoras at around 5:00 Friday morning. I opted to sleep in. He said it wasn’t very busy. There’s no mall in Matamoras so that’s probably why. I’ll bet that Middletown was horrible.
My grandparents cancelled their Disney World trip because of my uncle dying and my grandpa is in the hospital again with another intestinal blockage. I’m hoping that they can reschedule for April and my parents & I (and maybe even Andy) can go with them. I know that my grandma would really love the Flower & Garden Festival. It starts in April and runs through June, but it isn’t too hot in April so I think they’d be okay. And I’d actually be able to go in April because I’m not going back to school next semester.
I feel awful constantly, and people help to make me feel awful, by talking about how over-emotional I am and how I don't have a job and I don't want to go to school and because I care about people. My own fucking boyfriend hates that I care about him and worry about him. He doesn't drive safely, he almost always has drugs on him, he doesn't take anything seriously. I think I'm allowed to worry about him and I shouldn't be made to feel bad because I fucking care. I know I'm very emotional. I know I cry a lot over what most people would call silly things. But that's how I am and it's never going to change. It shouldn't have to. Maybe it just fucking helps me out a bit if I can cry for half an hour. Maybe I just fucking need that. I love my boyfriend. I would be completely devastated if anything happened to him. But that doesn't make him feel loved. It bothers him. And I can't just magically stop worrying or caring about him. I have tried many times in my life to stop it, but I can't. I know I'm sick mentally. I know I need medication. But I can't afford it. Therapy never helped me one bit. I know I need meds. Talking it out does shit. But I won't have health insurance starting in January because I won't be going to school fulltime so therefore my life is apparently worthless. So I guess it does not matter at all if I end up getting so depressed again that I can't get out of bed or take a fucking shower. I guess that's okay because I don't go to school so I'm fucking worthless. Homeless people get better psychiatric care than this. It's so incredibly hard when you can sit there and consciously know you're getting worse and you can't do anything about it. I can't fix myself and I hate myself. I feel it coming again. I haven't been like this in a really long time. But I'm starting to feel it again. It's like there's two of me and they both live inside. Not in a multiple personality disorder kind of way. But in an outside-looking-in kind of way almost, except they're both inside, but on different sides or something. I love my boyfriend. I want to be normal and healthy for him. I want us to get married and have kids like we've talked about. I don't want my kids to have to see their mother go crazy. I don't want them to have to see their parents fight because mommy can't behave. But I can't do anything about it. I don't know why I'm so needy and why I worry so much. I was brought up in such a good home. My parents are still married and aren't on the verge of divorce. Most of my family lives nearby. I was given everything I wanted. I've been to Disney World twenty-fucking-one times. But I am not happy. And not in a gimme-more kind of way. Because even though I love each and every trip to Disney World and I am so grateful for being able to go so often, I feel like something is missing. I am defective. Why do I constantly worry? I have never had someone just randomly up and die on me like just driving to the grocery store or something. My Nana died when I was 6 from a stroke. My grandfather died last weekend from cancer. My cousin Ellen died last year from leukemia and she was so young. But nobody has died suddenly without warning. So why am I so worried that Andy will? I can't explain it, but I am, and I can't stop it. It consumes me. He's driving four hours all alone. I can't get it out of my head that something horrible will happen. WHY. Why do I have to think this way. Why am I so motherfucking defective.
Show us your pet making mischief.
Inspired by cattymcattums.
Cuteness from Billy.<3
Photo: Show us your tattoo(s).
Submitted by Megan.
I have the Maneki Neko & Koi fish on my calves, which were both done by Lil' Tommy.
Rodney Raines did the Pumpkin - it was a cover up. There were two four leaf clovers there, but I wanted them covered because they were terrible.
The Cupcake was done by Chris Stuart. Its the first piece on either of my arms. :D
