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Name: Soph
Location: Ohio, United States
Birthday: 12/14/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: Blog-stalking, dancing, words, pretty things, sunny days, Egyptian mythology, snow, poetry.
Expertise: Frightening college students with long words, narrating the Old Testament, giving long lectures on weird topics that no-one else cares about, paying attention in class.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Member Since:
10/10/2005
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| and I'm tired, but I thought I'd post again.
Working two jobs and planning a wedding doesn't leave much time for blogging unfortunately.
M'Hunny's niece (Bean) has a bad temperature - 103!
Dave is sick. HappyRoomie has bronchitis. I don't want to get sick.
That is all.
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| Nostalgic tonight. Moved again - pastor and his wife have an apartment in their basement. No internet. Work is a shark pit. A gossipy, backbiting, two-faced shark pit. I miss college. I miss the comraderie I had with my Roomies, running out for Ben and Jerry's and all that. I sometimes wonder if it could have been different. If I'd had the gumption to dump the Ex before our final semester, maybe I would've had the resources to cope with the disaster that was Kels' health. Maybe I'd still have her as a friend, instead of a distant memory, whose livejournal I cruise occasionally. I still remember the day she collapsed in the shower, all the tests, the twitching, the moodiness, falling out of her chair, driving her to the ER, all the phonecalls to her mom, medications, medications, medications, praying with her after her Dad had his heart attack....then later, opposite schedules, leaving notes to resolve issues and all the rest. I should've been able to help more - be there for her more than I was. She doesn't even know I'm engaged. And every day, she creeps back into my conversation, as this awesome, creative friend I used to have - who I failed so miserably, because I was too busy dealing with what I now realize was a near-constant stream of panic attacks. All of that throwing up, the shaking, the "food poisoning," hiding in my closet and crying, a constant sense of impending doom, the scratching and biting my arms and pulling my hair - all panic symptoms. Yeah - I had to have a therapist point out that that wasn't normal. Ain't I a bright one? Anyway - long, random entry. I miss Kels. Dunno how to call and say that though. She's probably forgotten me anyway. | | |
| ...we would all drown in the sea.
My wishes:
A job that's suited for me, in an area where I can grow and build a community with M'Hunny and the people around me
A Nintendo Wii
A really, really good idea for a poem, and the energy to advocate for it until it gets published
The ability to write music/ have perfect pitch
To be in a piece of artwork
To not have to wake up at 6AM tomorrow
To go rock climbing again soon, preferably somewhere with some top-roping, to knock the rust of my skillz
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| Not my will, but Yours, o Lord. Not what I want, but what Thou wilt.
Although, to be honest, if I could have a say in it, I'd really like a better job that requires those talents you've gifted me in, and uses those interests I've cultivated. And if it could be coupled with a teaching job in a nice area, where they need a football coach for their thriving program, I'd like that too.
Our store got burglarized last night. Nobody was there, but I'm not allowed to say anything beyond that, I think. I'm still a little freaked out though. | | |
| I don't know. I'm worn out, but maybe the Pepsi I had hasn't worn off yet. Who knows?
In other news: I still want a new job, but I guess I'll have to bloom where I'm planted for now. Not much left to do.
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