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[Wednesday
July 8th, 2009
8:05pm] |
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three cheers for LIVING LIFE.
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[Sunday
February 1st, 2009
1:45pm] |
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I feel like an empty shell 98% of the time.
I don't know if I need to move out or what. I have an overwhelming desire to empty my savings account, buy a plane ticket, and fly to Norway.
I'm the only person I know that busts their ass with no real goal in mind.
I don't have a family that is my own, no kids, and as for money -- I could really give a fuck less.
I don't have a lot to love about the world right now.
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[Wednesday
January 7th, 2009
10:27am] |
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It has to be a shit omen that the girl that used to beat me up on the school bus in the 4th grade gave birth to the new year's baby.
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[Friday
December 19th, 2008
11:23am] |
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Finals week is over - THANK JEEBS! I'm one semester closer to my goal, eighty-billion more to go.
Next semester's schedule look like this:
MON: Music Apprecciation
TUE: Modern Drama
WED: Mass Media and Society
THU: Introduction to Law
I'm excited. I've taken up the habit of registering for at least one random, non-journalism-related class to fill my electives study quota, but I'm finding that no matter how NOT related to journalism it may seem, general, random-ass knowledge I think I may never need will always apply to something I'm writing, some how, some way, some day or another.
I'm working on an article for this week's paper which should be fun times, about Beshear and budget cuts and cigarettes.
At least one of those are my favorite things.
I have this on again/off again throbbing in the left frontal lobe of my brain. Anyone care to speculate on what that might mean?
PS: HAPPY BIRFDAY DEAN!!
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[Wednesday
October 29th, 2008
8:53am] |
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School stinks. Terrible.
I'm running out of classes to take at EKU Manchester, which is a bummer, because I'm not any closer to getting a newer/better-ish car as to commute, and probably won't be any time soon as the economy is in a "recession".
Which is just a nice way to say depression, and the shit will eventually hit the fan.
Cambria Riley is pretty cool. She falls asleep when I sing her George Jones songs.
I never sit down.
Monday through Thursday is WORK SCHOOL SLEEP WORK SCHOOL SLEEP WORK SCHOOL SLEEP and so on. But...
I love love love love love my job.
Cold weather is refreshing, but obviously cold.
Wednesdays are great (minus Mr.Ku's class) because that is the day the newspaper is printed, thus meaning I can google pictures of gnomes and look-alikes and things that makes me happy.
I'm coming up with an iPhone pretty quick. Blackberries are for the birds.
I'm bringing back late 70's, early 80's fashion: who's with me?
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[Monday
September 29th, 2008
7:07pm] |
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Today was my first day at the paper.
I luuuuuuurve it.
Yay reporting!
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[Thursday
August 28th, 2008
9:53pm] |
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ryan adams |
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Being a video game sales person is harder than it looks.
I'm excited to start my new job next week, for many extensive reasons. 1) I will be making a substantially larger amount of money than any other job I've had before, which means a newer, nicer car that doesn't break down every 20 miles or so, 2) I can help homeless people find homes, thus I can collect their individual stories of homelessness and survival, which is one of my all time favorite hobbies and 3) I GET MY OWN OFFICE! Also, 4) I can take the awesome $5,000 end of the year scholarship reward and throw it down on my dream apartment, where I will live and eat chicken noodle soup and do yoga and walk around naked.
And all the other luxuries afforded when getting your own apartment.
I have a camera. I need to start taking more pictures of myself, friends, and day-to-day life.
Since Holly left, I have no friends and nobody at school likes me.
And I'm pitiful at talking to people who are younger than me.
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[Friday
August 22nd, 2008
9:29pm] |
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I am in Americorps now, salvaging hobos.
YAY.
Kiyla is leaving!!
BOO.
Please, luck, hold out.
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[Wednesday
August 13th, 2008
11:35am] |
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here we fucking go again.
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[Tuesday
July 15th, 2008
10:52pm] |
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Well, I never saw this coming. But I like where it's going.
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[Monday
July 7th, 2008
7:41pm] |
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Blue October |
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So this is the first time in a loooong time that I actually feel like I'm alive.
Last weekend I was in Jesse and Macy's wedding as a candle lighter. The ceremony was beautiful, and so were Jesse and Macy. It was pretty awesome. Ice dancin', mascara, popcorn, the works.
I quit my job at the center last week. Thank jeebs. I feel like a thousand pound weight has been lifted off my chest and I can enjoy living. Things just got to be too heavy, and 2 years is a long time to have a job, and easy to grow out of it. So now I'm looking for a new job, and I'm having some luck, but not much. I've found a job that would be absolutely perfect for me, but I'm not going to hold my breath.
Friday on the 4th I went to my cousin Logan's for fireworks and eats, and good company (Britney, Tyler, Kev, Chelsie, Tim, Matt, Shelby, and the rest of my Wolfe kin). Richie Farmer showed up. So did Jade and James, but that's not as impressive (no offense, James and Jade). We sang and ate a lot and played cornhole and smoked and listened to the Mars Volta. Story of my life.
Saturday I went to the lake with Holly, Anthony, Whit, and Richard, and had a blast. Holly's mom and dad have a sweet boat, so we took it out on the lake and swam and jumped off rocks. I never pictures myself as a lake person, but I very much am. Then I went back to Manchester and me, Britney, and Matt went fishing on the Pelican Rainbow and watched Lady and the Tramp and then went ghost hunting, but the whore wouldn't get in the car with us, and a samsquanch growled at us. The end.
I painted a tree on my bedroom wall.
I don't mind being single. At all.
Or broke.
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| stolen from kala |
[Monday
June 30th, 2008
9:45pm] |
So this was fun.
Go to www.urbandictionary.com and type in your answer to each question in the search box, then write the first definition it gives you [all spelling/grammatical errors and racism theirs]
1) Your first name? Morgan
She's the most beautiful girl you will ever see. Every feature that she posseses is engraved in your mind from the second you lay eyes on her. Morgan is not limited to just physical features, her personality is equally as beautiful.
You wonder how it is that a person this extraordinary can exist, but find yourself just appreciating the fact that she exists, and even better yet, that you know her.
"from head to toe this girl was simply Morgan" 2) Nickname? John
a person who uses the services of a prostitute Police ran a sting on the newcomer johns at the whorehouse
3) Favorite color? mint 1. Nice
2. Cool Man, that shit is mint. 4) A friend's name? Britney A poor or negligent parent. I looked in the back seat and realized I forgot to buckle my kid in. I'm such a Britney. 5) Food? chicken noodle soup a crazy out of control dance, created in Harlem, NY
usually in unisync with another dance called the Tone Wop Let it ran, now clear it out chicken noodle soup, chick chicken noodle soup chicken noodle soup, chick chicken noodle soup 6) Hometown? Manchester The second city of a funny place called England. Quite wet, but more welcoming and friendy than london. manchester is so cool...so what if its raining for the 15th day in a row. 7) Another friend's name? Holly To have forbidden sex. Normally with an intern or minor.
"How did it go last night?" "Let's just say I did the holly, if you know what I mean" 8) Your last name? Bowling 1.Actual bowling, with 10 pins and 1 ball.
2. Masturbating, with 2 balls and 1 pin.
Whenever Matt goes bowling, his wrist is sore for hours.
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[Thursday
June 26th, 2008
7:47pm] |
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goodbye to clocks ticking.
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[Sunday
June 1st, 2008
10:52pm] |
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find yourself
find yourself
find yourself
find yourself
find yourself
find yourself
please.
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[Wednesday
May 28th, 2008
8:01pm] |
I could've really done without that.
Thanks.
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[Thursday
May 22nd, 2008
9:21pm] |
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Again, summer is getting off to a rough start.
Carlita is sick again, and the GM certified technicians don't know what's wrong with her. She's got a temperature, but no apparent cause. Blah. Jerm and I split (que vultures), and I'm trying to figure myself out. I'm not the type to go into detail via blog, so I won't. I could bitch some more about the downward spiral that is my life and the continuing curse of my birthday, but that doesn't help, so I won't bother.
I draw energy from the sun. Human photosynthesis rocks.
So this week I'm fixing up the extra bedroom for myself, repainting, moving furniture betwixt room, carpet, new bedspread, curtains, etc. I've been walking a couple of miles at the park everyday, and reading again, Ron Rash, mmm.
My new best friend is a 90-something year old man named Colonel T.C. who used to be the sheriff and editor of the Enterprize (800 years ago). We sit and talk literature and modern-day journalism and drink lemonade.
Wanting to finish my leg piece in a big bad way, but fundulation is an issue.
Florida in T-minus 192 hours. Kudos to working for the mayor.
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[Sunday
May 11th, 2008
11:44am] |
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Summer is getting off to a rough start.
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[Thursday
May 1st, 2008
8:14pm] |
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http://www.wkyt.com/home/headlines/18429804.html
The United States judicial system is a bunch of shit. There are people who will rot in prison over getting caught with an oxycontin in their pocket, and heartless scum like that get away with murder. Sixteen years isn't even a slap on the wrist, it's an insult.
Finals week is next week. It's crucial that I do more than excellent on all my exams, or my GPA will plummet.
So I'm pretty well fucked.
I've been completely exhausted for the past 2 weeks, and I don't see an end, really.
I hate being 18 more than road-pervs and juggalos, which is to say a lot. I just found out that there will be no summer program this year, and I was really counting on the extra money, because as I stand I am only making about $50 a month, after I pay my car insurance, my car payment, my health insurance, and my phone bill.
That's without gas and the necessities of survival, like food and tampons and so on.
I don't pay rent, but make no mistake, that's the only bill I don't foot.
I dunno what to do :(
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| i <3 mary |
[Thursday
April 24th, 2008
9:35pm] |
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gnarls barkley - blind mary |
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I wish someone could explain to me what in the hell I think I'm doing, staying in Clay County next semester. Because I sure as fuck don't know.
Oh, yeah. I'm broke as a joke.
Thinking a lot about my dad lately. He'll be dead 15 years in August. I'm going to try to get ahold of my kin folk on that side of my familly, who I've scarcely known because 1.) most of them are assholes and 2.) they shun me. Except for Jeff, he's pretty righteous. The only living relatives that aren't brothers and sisters or complete fucking idiots are first-cousins Ricky and Randy Arnold, professional musician and illegal exportation fandango-ist. Ricky is on tour in KY this summer, and I'm pretty positive Randy is probably driving somewhere between Naples, FL and Hazard.
I needs to be rubbing some elbows.
MY MOM IS DRIVING ME BAT-SHIT CRAZY. Let it be known.
gyah.
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