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[Jan. 13th, 2007|03:38 pm] |
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I heart frank...even if he did forget my birthday |
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[Dec. 24th, 2006|04:50 pm] |
All I want for Christmas...is you. |
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| Anything to Do in Gainesville |
[Nov. 21st, 2006|10:37 am] |
Hey, I'm working on putting together a website that lists all the stuff to do in Gainesville...food, gyms, dance studios, paint ball places...whatever there is to do. This includes social groups of any kind. (I already have H.A.N.G on the list) if you have any ideas...and I do mean just about anything please let me know so that I can get the information and get it set up on the site.
And before purljamber breaks out the icon...I've already googled as much as I can.
Thanks for your help.
mytownflorida@yahoo.com |
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| Mr. Rosen would be so proud |
[Nov. 14th, 2006|12:31 pm] |
Marie already got this in an email...but for the rest of you who missed it:
Ok so I'm at work and three agents are in the office. They are standing by the kitchen. One of the agents is 18, he asks me for the coffee... the coffee I already made, mind you, and just needs to be moved from the coffee pot to the counter. Now with moving maybe 30 steps in either direction he could touch both the coffee pot, and the counter it needs to be on. He walks all the way to the front desk to ask me to get it. I get up and move the coffee pot the maybe 5 feet, and place the lid on it I try to put on my best "I really don't want to kill someone" face, then one agent says to me, "A College degree does wonders" I really dont know if he's being an ass or really does understand the ubsurtity of the situation...so I give a blank stare for a second and start to walk away. Now the agent who hasnt said anything yet turns to the other two and says "She's just practicing for when she gets married..." there was more but I was too busy trying to go to a happy place to hear him.
I'm in hell. I've sold my soul to the devil...for $12 an hour |
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[Nov. 7th, 2006|09:49 am] |
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I love my boy...he's the greatest. <3 |
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| Seriously |
[Oct. 25th, 2006|10:35 am] |
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Ok so we're short at work because one of the girls just had a baby, but they don't want to replace her because she's coming back. I'm now covering the missing spots. I'm over at tower road office and it is the most boring place on the planet. I can't stant it. The phone rang like 4 times all week, and I'm losing my mind. It is kind of like when I worked in the Haile office, but there I was alone...here there are people..two people...but they do wander by every now and then which makes playing SIMS a little risky. I don't know though, what could they say? "That is in appropriate...you should stare at the wall some more" *SCREAMS* I'm only here until 12 every day...and I swear I don't know if I can make it the two more days I have to be here. And I really do think that if I have to come back on monday....I may quit.
I called my boss "Hey...can I do something"..."no, I'm busy" ..."um...ok..well I-" *click*.
*dies*
I feel so...blah. This is my life. Sitting here. Desperatly trying to find something new to google. For $12 an hour (only $.22 more than crossing guards...I learned on by googleing random shit)
So I'm getting all..ansy. (sp?) and I want to apply for new jobs and all this stuff, but I can't. I'm here until Aug. at least. I can't break my lease, and they don't sublease...and I know even if I loved my job, I'd hate being away from Austin. He's been my savior lately. We had a "falling out" of sorts awhile back, and since then things have been amazing. I really don't know what I'd do without him. He's been so great, and since marie is kinda MIA for the next few months. Having him has kept me sane...or well.. more sane than not.
He makes me have faith in myself. Which is something that not many people can (or even tried to) bring out in me. I think he's part of the reason I'm so frusterated at work. He has made me feel that I'm better than this. I'm better than answering phones, teaching agents how to use email, or even designing ads for a local real estate company. He makes me feel like my hour worth more than $12.
*sigh* |
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| *growl*..and not the gator type. |
[Oct. 6th, 2006|01:46 pm] |
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Fuck the gators, and Fuck UF, Fuck it Fuck the whole city while you're at it.
That being said... I miss Orlando. I want to go home. Home, where the University doesn't run the city, Home, where there are more then 5 places to go. Home ...where it doesn't suck. Long distance wasn't so bad...right? *heavy sigh* ok no..that's not true. I'm glad I'm here with Austin. I'm glad I have my job (it looks good on paper) aaaaand that's about where it stops.
Normally I try to keep these feelings well hidden by my "ever sunny disposition"... but something about today just pushed me over the fucking edge. I'm trying ya know... I'm trying to get excited about this swamp (which a negative term..they may have missed that), but it is really really REALLY hard. Maybe I'm PMSing...I don't know but what started off as a glorius morning, has turned into the day from hell. I can't wait till 5 so I can Go home and crawl into bed and wait for it to be over. I'm more annoyed than usual to be wasting away in this office with no windows... sick of being trapped here, kept from doing anything truly productive or satisfing.
I feel like I'm wasting my life. When did I get so old? When the hell did our entire graduating class get married and start shooting out babies like a fucking assembly line. I'm too young to have friends my age celebrating 2nd WEDDING anniverseries. When the hell did these people all decide we were supposed to be "grown up". Cause I'm sure as hell not ready. I guess that's my problem. I was expecting to be ..better...than this. Just in general...
Am I depressed?? No, not really. I'm *ponders* concerned. That this is as good as it gets, and frankly I'm not impressed. The "best years of my life" are over. And now what? Now its taxes and babies and...what? Death. That's it. And then what? nothing. I have nothing left to get excited about. I don't even like babies.
-Kristen
Mytown Gainesville |
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[Aug. 14th, 2006|09:42 am] |
So this weekend I had the most combined embarassing/painfull expereince of my life. I went to the hotel my mom and dad were staying at. I was sitting on the balcony with my parents and Andy and after about 15 mins we decide to go inside the hotel room. So I plop myself down on the chair next to the bed only to feel the most painful thing ever!!!! On my butt!! So I rip up my skirt much to the dismay of Andy (I'm sure....I can't say I cared...AT ALL what andy was doing/thinking at the moment) and insisted something was hurting me (now this was NOT an "ow wtf" sort of pain...this was a screaming crying yelling, terrified WTF JUST HAPPENED TO ME and what ever it is needs to stop RIGHT FUCKING NOW sort of issue) my mom is shaking her head, saying nothing happened, meanwhile the pain just keeps coming flooding over me. I'm shuffled to the bathroom, I assume, I was blinded by pain...but that was where I ended up... my parents are more worried about my modesty than I am at the moment, I was fine where I was. So mom, staring at my butt, clarifies I was bitten by something...but what. My dad and andy are "looking for what bit me" aka laughing hysterically...thanks. My mom is trying really hard not to laugh (not QUITE succeeding) and I am crying uncontrollably. About 15 mins later a big stupid wasp fell out of my skirt. The bastard, we find out on closer examination, has stung me 5 times. I can't sit for the rest of the night =c(
The upside? My parents carry a pharmacy with them at all times and with very rapid medication, I managed to live(ok it may not have been life threatening...but there was no telling me that at the time). Before they new what was wrong I was given pills...blue ones, pink ones, and brown ones, can't say for certain what they contained, but it seemed to do the job.( At that point it didn't matter someone could have said "here eat this rat..it'll help" and then god save the poor rat. ) But the swelling was gone by morning and yesterday and today it just felt like I was given a few injections by a nursing student. Which I can live with. However I can see this story being told and re-told for the rest of my life.
*sigh*
Thought I'd use this story to brighten your day. You're Welcome. |
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| Out of Sight Out of Mind |
[Aug. 11th, 2006|10:09 am] |
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I just don't know what Im doing wrong. I've been trying really hard the last few weeks, I thought I was doing really well, but its come very apparent in the last few days that I've gotten very little for my efforts. When it came down to crunch time nothing had changed. Its' not even so much how I feel about it. It is the impression everyone else is giving me. I know Austin would wonder why I even care what they think. But...its a hard thing to shake. The sympathetic looks, the hopeful expressions every morning, the "Oh there is no way I'd put up with that" attitudes. Its worth it though....right?
Perhaps I should recap a little?
I really needed a friend the last few days. I've been stressed, and can't talk to marie, she's leaving (wonder why I'm stressed) and I know that she's upset too, and the last thing we need is to get into it with each other...again =c\.
I'm happy with my choice, I just got a new office, and it has a view...of a wall... but I'm not in the position to be picky (theme of my life as of late). I know this job is going to be good for my career, a real resume builder. Amy just commented on how its neat that I'm so "important" in the office. However, I miss my friends back home, but I guess more than that I am feeling very...forgetable. Watching the month long "good-bye Marie" Festivities, made me realize, no one really even noticed when I left Orlando. Orlando was home..I felt wanted there...until I left, and no one even called.
The more people "promise, promise" to call everyday "no matter what", The more it hurts when "something came up" or they just forget. I try to psych myself up...make excuses, try to distract myself, and act like everything is ok. Is that really fair though? Is it really too much to ask that I be missed? I do my best to be a good friend.
Ok enough bitching. I know that I'm getting my doggy back tomorrow. I'm soo excited about that, and I get my car back (after only having it 2 weeks, I've been without it longer than I had it.) I've almost forgotten what it looks like. I'm working on getting my apartment put together and I know that will help me feel more settled, less scattered, almost like I live here or something. My parents are coming to visit, well that's kinda of hit and miss, but in line with my new "positive outlook" I'm going to picture everything going smoothly, and it will, and if it doesn't...well ... that's not the end of the world either.
So I guess that's all I have to say about that. |
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| all about context |
[Aug. 9th, 2006|04:37 pm] |
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I wore a cute pair of capris a blue tank and a sweater to work. I had to teach a class, and I looked good, as good as one needs to look for a bunch of 60 year old real estate agents. So before the class I do a run down, hair good, nothing in my teeth, etc. I looked very presentable. Then for some odd reason the cute-ish (under 30) guy from book keeping came to the class he sat down next to me that changed everything...the only thing I could think was...I really wish I had shaved my legs...at somepoint....this month... =c\ |
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| Weekends |
[Aug. 4th, 2006|04:32 pm] |
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There are times that I wake up, and the room is dark despite it being far past sunrise thanks to the black out curtains. Austin is still sleeping ...well every morning I wake up and Austin is still sleeping...and I'm curled up next to him, and I can hear his heart beat, and his breathing is slow, and he's giving off freakish amounts of heat... and I think this...is what heaven is... A big bed, cold room, warm boy, and nothing to do all day. |
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[Jun. 29th, 2006|11:18 am] |
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Would my life be easier if I was single...yes. Does that make it better?? |
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| Why Girls Cheat |
[Jun. 13th, 2006|03:37 pm] |
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Girls, unlike guys, cheat for a reason (above "I'd like to have sex with someone else") Girls (for the most part) cheat because they aren't getting the physical attention from their boyfriends. They don't feel sexy, they don't feel desired. They cheat because they aren't getting the emotional attention that they need. They don't feel included, they don't feel needed. Girls cheat for validation, guys cheat because they can.
But I don't cheat. I hate it.
I just wonder what I'm doing wrong, hate myself, and cry. |
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[Apr. 24th, 2006|12:46 pm] |
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I love Austin |
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[Mar. 1st, 2006|06:57 pm] |
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I miss Him. But more than that I miss what I gave up. I wished I had hugged him tighter I wish had kissed him more. I wish I'd realized what was happening sooner. I wish I wasn't so selfish. *shrug* next time I'll know I guess. |
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| Bitter Sweet |
[Feb. 27th, 2006|07:50 pm] |
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I took my stuff out of the car finally. Part of it seemed like admiting defeat. On the other hand I felt alive with the thought of my new busisness. I'm back on my feet I think. On my way to who I was before I met him, and thusly the person he fell in love with in the first place. If he misses me and wants me back then fine. He'll have to work at it. If not, just as well. I don't need to deal with a guy right now anyway. =c) |
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[Feb. 27th, 2006|12:40 am] |
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OK so I took my dad out to the barn with me tonight to feed. He was in "desperate need of some bonding time" whatever. So we went on our merry way out to Poincianna. The ride there was fairly uneventful we didn't say much. But when we got there I was having horse issues and he jumped right in to the mud (litterally) to help me out. We fought the loose horse and won. Go us. So then knee deep in mud and soaking wet we went into the house to dry off. (the house is beautiful I can't wait to bring more people out to see it) So at the house we sat and talked and it was acutally really nice. We didn't fight about anything we just talked. So then we started talking about my living/working situation, as we undoubtably would.
And he pointed out that he would much rather put money into helping me start my own buisness than to help me struggle by in Orlando. He said once I decide what I want to do he'd help me figure out what I needed to do as far as getting incorperated, and talking to the lawyer and the accountant and stuff. He'd help me with the money for all of that. He's reall excited about sitting down and discussing ideas tomorrow.
My mom has been interested in starting an event planning thing (she of course wants to focus on scrap booking events and I naturally want to focus on weddings but hey...at least we have a common ground) So..yeah. I'm pretty excited. I think I'm going to turn things around. I will go and apply for an event planning volunteer spot at the SPCA this week too. (they have one in Orlando I hope Tampa has the same thing)
MY dad and I chatted the whole way home about everything. Life dogs, horses, space, god, soup... everything. It was nice. |
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