Friday, July 29, 2011

Stupid Body!

So my body has begun to do this thing...where if feels like sneezing...and then it won't. It's really started to piss me off! When I need to sneeze I should sneeze! Not have it trapped inside for 3 days! It's ridiculous! I don't understand why it's just started now! I'm not doing it on purpose. I'm not like "Whoa I have to sneeze! I'm gonna stop it!" No. I'm like "Whoa I have to sneeze...wait for it...wait for it...damn." because it decides not to come out. Dumb! Anyway, my foot's asleep so I should go.

The First Stages of Moving Have Begun!

It's true. I have begun to pack my things up. I have so much junk! I don't know what to do with all of it! I want to throw it all out, but I don't know if I can. Are people allowed to throw out remote control trucks? What do I do with all of my high school art projects? Can I really give a shirt to Goodwill that has my name on the back of it? I know these are frivolous questions and you're probably thinking, "Really, Kristina? Really? Just get rid of it all. Who cares?" And I know it seems that easy, but I have this gene...that requires me to over-think things and also to keep things forever. Both of my parents are kind of, well, packrats. Not as bad as those nasty people they have TV specials about, but none of us really know how to throw things out. Anyway, I have four storage bins packed and ready to go, I'm working on a fifth, and I have one of those plastic storage drawer things filled with office-type supplies. I can't decide whether I want to take my bed down on the first or my futon. It would be easier to take the futon since there's going to be multiple people going in and out of the house on the first, but on the other hand, it would be easier to get my bed out now so I have room in my room to get other things my desk. I should stop worrying about this. It's giving me diarrhea. Oh. My. Gosh. That is the first time I've spelled diarrhea right on the first try! :D I don't know why this makes me so happy...

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

I Did It!

I did. I got me a Google+ ...I don't know if I should be proud of this or not. So if you want to you should all add me to your circles because you should :) mk? Mk. Welp, Princess is begging me to leave Burger King now because he has to leave and apparently I can't stay here by myself because of this...toodles!

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Dixinary [Part Two]

I cannot believe I forgot to put some of these words in my first dixinary!

BTWW: (bee-tee-dub-dub) abrv. the phrase: by the way way. Tracey made the mistake of saying the normal "BTW" (bee-tee-dub) as "BTWW" (bee-tee-dubs), henceforth creating the phrase "by the way way."

deport: (dee-PORT) v. another word for deploy or tour of duty, when a person in the military serves time overseas. Matt was never the same after he got back from being deported.

disturbation: (dis-ter-BAY-shun) n. an emotion, the act or state of being disturbed. I can't say this book drew any emotion out of me other than disturbation.

p'jay-jay's: (puh-JAY-jays) n. the clothing one sleeps in, pajamas, pj's, jim jams. Dora felt embarrassed when she was at a sleepover because she forgot to bring her p'jay-jay's.

touzers: (TOO-zerz) n. a visitation to a beer brewery. Billy Bob was so excited to take a touzer of the Budweiser factory and couldn't wait to get his free sample.

I will have more words to come! Most of these were created in SC because Tracey and I's mouths move faster than our brains. But I really just made this post for the word "disturbation" so I could link back to it from my other blog...the end

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Update from SC

This is a response to my big brother's comment on my last post. Yes, I am jumping out of a plane with Ate and I apologize for not informing you of such. I'm surprised she hasn't said anything to you. You guys talk a lot, right? And I would greatly appreciate you taking stuff down, but I think I can make it work. From reading your blog you will probably be in school when I'm moving, so I don't want to inconvenience you with such trivial things. And I was kind of exaggerating with the whole job thing. My pay at VB makes about $100 less in one week than 20hrs at minimum wage for one month makes. I took taxes at 20% to do my calculations for this. I will have to work a minimum of 30hrs to make enough to pay for rent, utilities, food, and tv/internet. This still makes me want to die. I'm almost going to have to have a full-time job just to survive. I'm going to have to work more than I'm going to school. I don't want to get student loans. I don't want to graduate with debt, but I know I'll have to. I'm not going to get a job when I graduate unless I work at a Lowe's for the rest of my life. My skin keeps breaking out in eczema from stress. And since scars don't tan, I look like a spotty leper since my normal skin is about 6 shades darker (I've moved on to a regular complaint from a response to the comment if you haven't noticed). I know I shouldn't care about my looks, but it's just not helping the stress factor. I'm too distracted by things right now. I'll finish this post at a later be continued...

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

I Can't Do This

I am dying. I can't do this. I can't move. I only have a month and a day left here in my house. One week of that is going to be spent in South Carolina with Tracey and another day of that month is going to be spent jumping out of a plane with my sister. I've tried to start packing today, but I can't. I'm still missing stuff and I feel like I won't ever get it. I asked my dad to build me a tv stand. I don't think that's going to happen. My sister said she would give me her shelves. How? She's leaving almost a month after I do, so her stuff is still going to be on those shelves when I leave. I have too much stuff for the boxes I have to pack them in. And I know I'm forgetting stuff. I hate not knowing what will happen also. I hate not knowing for sure if we have a fourth person in our house. I hate not knowing if I'll get a job. I have to get a job. If I don't, I won't be able to pay for the house. And even if I do get the job, it won't pay enough a month to pay for all my bills. Going for making enough to pay the bills in one week of work to making less than that in one month of work is going to be hard. I don't think I should have gone back to school. I just...I don't know! I don't know anything! I don't even know what my freaking house looks like! I am the stupidest person in the entire universe. I don't even know if I can move all my stuff down in two trips. I'm going to look dead again. School is going to be the death of me. I won't have time for anything. What am I going to do? Okay, I'm going to leave now because Mark's little friend is creeping me the eff out!