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i have temp disabled comments cause im receiving massive spam to my site the past couple of days.

im still sick!! its been 6 days and im still not over this stupid cold/flu thing. i feel mostly better now except massive congestion in my nose and lungs(?) or something.

tomorrow is my wedding shower!! i think im starting to get excited about it despite all the stress ive been having. a lot of times lately ive been wishing i wasnt having all these extra parties cause theyre more trouble to plan than the wedding! (the shower, bachelorette party, rehearsal dinner, bridesmaids luncheon).

all the cruise pix are up in the “my pix” section

so i decided i was going to make myself some soup for lunch. simple enough right? first i try to open the can with the hand held can opener. now i know ive only used such a contraption a couple of times but it shouldnt be too hard. it doesnt work. i get a different one out of the drawer, perhaps the first one was broken, but still no luck. i peer thru a foggy daze at the contraption but can see nothing wrong with it. i regard the can lid to see if it has worked at all. then i noticed a tab top open. i dont even need a can opener. so i pour the glob into the pot and put it on low heat. i take abby out and get the mail. i come back in and the stuff has burned a bit on the bottoms and sides – how frustrating. also, it should be ready by now but it still looks like a thick blob and not like soup. i pick up the can again and read the label “cream of potato”. no word “soup” i read further “condensed soup”. this must be for cooking. i dump the mess in the sink and get out another pot. i yank open the cabinet and get a different can. “condensed soup”. i grab another and another, all “condensed soup”. UGH. now i have no soup.

“Cause you had a bad day
You’re taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around”
~ Daniel Powter

“Had a bad day, don’t talk to me,
gonna ride this out”
~ Unwritten Law

my sister and her boyfriend broke up and shes sad and its killing me. i got my wedding dress in and went to try it on today. i wanted to cry. put me in a bad mood the rest of the day (that and i hadnt eaten all day). my grandparents dont want to come to my wedding cause my other grandparents are going to be there and they dont like each other and apparently thats more important than me getting married. i wish my grandpa was still alive. poked my eye out tonight right after hearing this news and started crying about all this shit.

on the bright side, paul put together the cutest easter basket for me. that made me really happy

[04/13/06 04:07:17] Rocinante tells you, ‘youre like level 100 annoyer’

Renn Fest starts next weekend – who wants to go?

i deleted the dream journal because despite nightly dreams, i was too lazy to ever type any of them out lol…maybe ill recreate it

post moved to my new dream journal

yesterday he couldnt make it to my sisters bday dinner, which sorta hurt my feelings. when he came from work he brought me a big bouquet of roses. it was sooooo sweet of him!!

i really like the new song Love and Memories by O.A.R

I got a puppy on saturday!! Pretty much my first puppy ever (Toby doesnt really count since i didnt live with him much). Her name is Abby and shes a cocker spaniel golden retriever mix (which josh pointed out makes her a cock retriever lol). I got her from the Bartow County Animal Control up in Cartersville. Shes a crazy hyperspastic puppy that is as sweet and as adorable as can be!! im soooo excited about her.

paul and rene and bill came with me when i adopted her, and then we all went to petsmart to buy stuff for her. i bought her some dog toys, which she ignored, but she really likes one of the cat toys i had bought for the cats which *they* ignored.

im trying to figure out the whole training thing. so far the only command ive taught her that she always obeys is “run around like an idiot” we start training classes next monday

I was watching One Tree Hill Tonight, and the episode was about this guy that brought a gun to school because he was sick of being invisible. Nobody noticed him, nobody knew him. Those that did, were really cruel to him.

I think back on high school, and I know I was never in the popular crowd, but I’ve always had friends despite actually being an incredibly shy and insecure person deep down. But I think back to high school and wonder: who did I hurt, without ever even knowing it? Did I notice you? Were you in my classes and I never even knew your name? Sprayberry had 3,000 students. Probably around 700 were in my grade. I look through the yearbook and there are many faces that I don’t know. Maybe I knew who you were but never said hi. Were there people I knew that felt this way about me and everyone else at school? That nobody noticed or cared if they were gone? Did I see them?

Did I ever hurt you? Did I ever say anything about you that made you want to cry? I know what it’s like for other kids to say things about you that are so mean you go home and cry every night after school. If I ever hurt you, then I’m sorry. Because I know how it feelsto hurt, too, and I have never gotten over it. Surgery can fix some things, but the scars are still there.