Happy New Year!

2009 was a year that was not particularly awesome or blech for me. It was a year, as many years are. I do have to admit that there was more drama than I had expected, but having Ethan to help me get through it was a life saver.

Some people go over all the world events in these sorts of blogs but I think I am going to keep it simple and stick with me. For starters, New Years Eve/Day was awesome. Ethan and I celebrated by dressing up (the same way we will/have this year.) To put a cherry on top we were each other’s first New Years Kiss!

I spent much time cuddling with Ethan and enjoyed spending careless hours with my writing community buddies. Those happy times are ones that I cherish so much now that I don’t get to enjoy them much anymore.

Towards the end of April and going into May I discovered that I wasn’t going to get the HOPE scholarship. My family does not have enough money to pay for college alone (at least not a big university like West GA). I was forced to postpone all my plans and enroll at Chattahoochee Tech, which, I will admit, is not as bad as I had originally thought. This, for me, has meant less time with Ethan and much more money spent on gas.

The beginning of my summer was mostly uneventful seeing as how Ethan was in Spain for that first month. After his return (which was an awkward one at best) we enjoyed a month of lovely-ness seeing each other most every day that I was off. This all stopped on the day that I wrecked my Crown Victoria (which happened to be on one of our month-aversaries). Since the wreck was my fault even after I got my new car I was unable to drive anywhere except school and work. (Did I mention that I got a job while Ethan was in Spain?)

I took three classes this quarter. Sociology, History and Math (which I had previously failed) are those courses. I made great grades in all of these classes (thankfully) and these grades are (dum dum dum duummmm) an A in Sociology, a B in History and miraculously another B in Math. With these grades I am on my way to get back to my deary and on to bigger and better things.

This Christmas was interesting for me. It is the first time I have ever had money to buy gifts. I enjoyed that immensely since I am so giving. It was also a great year for receiving for me. My parents gave me around 200$ in gift cards along with some awesome makeup, some weird pens, highlighters, some clothes, aloe socks, bath sets that smell amazing, a teal umbrella, a pink star covered scarf, wall clings in the shape of the Fleur de Lis, and that is pretty much it.

Ethan kept up the French theme and gave me a Eiffel Tower clock and magnet board. He also gave me a teal paisley sheet set, Memoirs of a Geisha (the movie), some pretty Christmas ornaments, some teal and black striped gloves, some teal snowflake ornaments and for the Crème de la Crop, a silver locket.

Various other gifts include 20$ to spend at Outback Steakhouse from my uncle, 25$ to spend at Mapco (where I work) from my corporate manager, “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory” from my coworker Casey that come with a soda and some candy and popcorn.

This year, I hope, will be fantastic. I am looking forward to all the fantabulous movies that are coming out this year and finally getting back to West GA where I belong.

I have a couple of New Years Resolutions starting with getting back into shape and toning my abs. I also plan to get great grades in all my classes and save my money. Lastly, I intend to make time to keep my room manageable.

This is it for this New Year's Blog (which I am also posting on my Facebook) and I hope everyone had a fabulous year and has a great 2010!

What Government doesn't want you to know about Heathcare Reform.

A Note I Recently Posted On My Facebook Account.

As I was watching TV, while I was eating dinner with my mom, I stumbled upon something that absolutely appalled me. Generally I let politicians do whatever they want and leave me out of it, but this time it is personal.

Many questions have recently been asked of our country's leader that he has been dancing around, trying to avoid the honest answer so that his precious reform gets passed. The basics of these questions are: What if I have existing conditions and take many medications? What will happen to me? Will I be taken care of? The general answer: You won't have to worry about your pre-existing conditions. We won't have to worry. They won't hear of any pre-existing conditions. Since they aren't worried about it, we shouldn't.

The honest answer, as I see it, is that these people will be treated by everyone very similarly as to how their insurance companies treat them. I have many existing conditions and know what will happen. As someone who has to deal with the insurance companies to get my apparently "experimental" blood work covered, I know that these people will be considered the bottom of the Healthcare food chain. We will be stepped on and forced to take medicines that don't really do anything because the reform can't handle the prices of our normal medicines. Routine procedures will be taken care of. Insurance companies will have to take care of them. Good for those with routine procedures. My blood work, which costs about a thousand dollars (which may be an exaggeration) is not "routine." What happens to me? I will be told that I don't need the blood work and that I will no longer get it done.

The fact is that I do need this blood work to determine if my medicine is still doing its job. Recently I have been having a multitude of nosebleeds. It was my blood work that told us that my platelets were fine and were not the cause. This has caused a lot of progress. Obviously, I need this blood work.

Yes, I will admit, Healthcare needs some fixing. SOMETHING needs to be done. Some of his ideas are good. For the healthy, this is the best idea. For those of us who are un-healthy, it is the worst possible conclusion. Why not find something that works for everyone?

These are the pictures from my wreck just about two weeks ago on the 18th of July. Ethan and I were driving to a local festival called "Homespun." I turned across a lane of traffic (and in defense, the road looks like a two lane but it is four lanes.) A guy T-boned me and I totally totaled my car.

That is right people, I no longer have a car. The worst of everything is that the wreck happened on mine and Ethan's 9 month anniversary. ait was a very sad day.

If you look at the door that was ruined, that is the seat Ethan was sitting in. Had the guy hit harder, or if my car had been not so much of a tank, Ethan would more than likely be gone. I am very thankfull he is very much alive and not hurt. In fact, I was hurt more than him. I had whiplash and he had a cut.

The insurance company is giving us 6,358.70$ for the car when it is worth 9,500$. It is really bullshit.

For now, that is all I have to say about this. On a possitive note: I get to get a used car that is new to me. :]

Positives

The list of positives is running a little short in my mind. This list is purely to help me feel better. I have been feeling that other people have more interesting and better lives than me and so I am proving myself wrong. 

The Positives:

1) I have Ethan. He is in Spain, but I still have him.

2) I have a roof over my head.

3) I turn 19 soon and will hopefully be getting book money for it. I am also having a fun party. :]

4) For Ethan's birthday, I might be going with him and his family to Flordia.

5) I might be getting a job soon. 

6) My mom is taking over her half of the antique mall soon and that will bring in a decent amount. We won't have to feel burdened by our bills that we currently can't pay. (My dad was laid off....again.)

7) I have great friends.

8) I have lots to look forward to when my cuddle-fish gets home from Spain.

9) While I am going to a local school, which does not make me happy, I will have time to hang out with friends I haven't seen in a while. 

10) I will be able to keep whatever job I get and be able to bring in a nice amount of money. 

I think this is all that I have for now. If you can add anything I would be very pleased to see it. :]

Today things are different.

Today I lost my HOPE scholarship. I feel really bad about it and I wish it hadn't happened, but it did. The reason behind this: Math and Professor Katie Chaple-Borton. I will now be headed to a local technical school instead of staying here at the school I have become accustomed to and where my boyfriend is. 

My mother, not that it matters, is upset with me; claiming that I did not study. I studied so hard. For my last math test I studyed an entire week for it, almost non-stop. Chaple's class is just all B.S. and I wish I had gotten out of it. 

This is all that I have for today. Thank you for reading. I may or may not be back for a while. 

I have weird dreams.

Ok. This dream is strange so bear with me. Also, I know it is long, but if you read it you will get so many laughs. I talked in my sleep during this dream and I really want to know what I said. No one knows.  

I am taking Ethan  his old roommate, Guillem, back to school with me and I am picking them up at Ethan's house. For some reason I went down the driveway of death that leads to his house (normally I park at the top.) Ethan tells me of a shortcut that leads through the woods. It takes me to a lake/pond. Ethan grabs this "Big Cat" thing that is blue and hooks it into the mud which is supposed to help me, how I don't know. It ends up hitched to the back of my car. 

Now the only way to leave is to go underwater. It is supposed to teleport you to where you need to go. We somehow end up in Tennessee (Gatlinburg mixed with Pigeon Forge.) This is when I learn that Guillem has brought movies with him.

I drive to the mayor's house which is atop this big hill to figure it out and suddenly we are in a big field hitting sour skittles (baseball size ones) with bats. It is apparently a new sport. It is Ethan, Guillem, and some friends named Nick, Emory, Killian, me, and on retrospect, another friend, Cayla, was eating the skittles. That is the only time she appeared. We gain some coaches somehow and they keep getting pulled aside by this person, only I know it isn't a person. This thing kills them off one by one.

The dream again changes and it is only me and Killian who has now turned into this black girl named Julian, whom I called Jules.  We are in a pool learning synchronized swimming from the rest of those coaches. The last of them dies while Jules and I are discussing what we think that thing (the killer) is. 

The dream again changes and Killian is back to her normal self. Nick has transformed into the thing that has been killing everyone (he looks like a guy from GWAR.) He tells me I killed the colonel and I have to cut the colonel's green bandanna with a mini-machete in order to release the spirit. I do and then he tells me that now I have to die. I am like No way! I run around in this place that looks like a vampire's library. I get a few near misses before he comes at me with this glass. I find the machete and stab him and he dies. The cops show up and take me away and I say that I would rather go to jail than die. 

Again, change and we are in the movie menu. I am waiting on everyone so we can go get pizza for after the movie filming. (The Skittles to the jail was apparently part of a movie.) Nick stops us. He looks mostly like himself...minus the great gold and black jacket he has on. He wants to show us something so we all get on this roller coaster thing that belongs to him.

It takes us to this weird carnival looking place. Once we got off his coaster (Killian was Jules again) We all ran for the Scrambler. This one was different though. It was a giant frying pan with eggs. You had to eat all 4 eggs in order to get off. Only four people could get on. So Jules, Guillem, Emory, Ethan and I got on. Nick waited for us to get off. Ethan fell off as soon as it started. So we are doing great and all the eggs are gone in about five seconds. The lady controlling it has magic powers and keeps making more show up trying to keep us on forever. We all determine that we must fall off so we do. 

Reunited with the guys we look around. We see a playground and so Ethan, Jules and I go crazy running for it. The rest of everyone decided a playground sounded too childish. They played the arcade games. So this playground is HUGE! and we have to call one another to find someone. Ethan calls my phone right as I am about to go down a slide and I answer. He says "I see you near the slide." I tell him to hold on because I am going down a sliiiideeeee! and I hang up.

When I exit the tunnel I see a million Nicks, Guillems, Juleses(she actually comes in a bit later, but since I was describing it together...) and Emorys. They are all playing arcade games. The ones that aren't the true ones can't talk and so I figure it will be easy to find them. Right as I think that all the Emorys start saying "Hurr Durr" and all the Nicks start saying "penis penis penis" and all the Guillems start saying "I am Swedish." (lol. LIES!! he is Spanish) and the Juleses start saying "I love pennies." (o.O)

So then I try and call Ethan and there is some interference. Then I see the guy in charge of the carnival. He is talking to some of the clones. IDK what he said. Somehow I run into Jules and we hold hands so we don't get separated. The guy sends some clones to attack us and we beat them off. 

We feel hungry so we go to the Papa Johns nearby and check to make sure there are no clones. There aren't and so I go inside. Jules doesn't think to come with me and is overtaken by this fog and she is replaced with a clone. 

I run back, forgetting the pizza and Ethan calls, the real one. (the clones can call you.) He and I are about to be reunited and my alarm goes off and I wake up. 

:] There it is. Hope you liked it. :] 

I am happy and so I am going to share my joy.

I am very happy right now.  I now officialy have internet in my bedroom at my house. At school my internet is a constant and so when I get home for weekends and breaks I have none and I get very sad. I am taking the DSL modem from our living room at nights and then I have to put it back before my mom gets up at 5am. 

I suppose for some that would be too much trouble but going from no internet at home to internet anytime I want past nine PM is something I wont miss out on.

This is my joy and now it has been shared. :]

40 things you can do with a bra.

I made this list with the help of some friends. I hope you like it. I was gonna add pictures for everything, or the ones I could...but that seemed a little over the top to me. 

1. Wear it.
2. Hide any horns you might have on your head.
3. Take it off.
4. Be a bug. (put the cups over your eyes)
5. Use it as a sling-shot. (Caution: stretches the sides.)
6. Jump rope with it. (size D-DD)
7. Wear it to support your butt.
8. Wear a bunch of increasing size to look bigger. (We had to do this with the girl that played Truvy in my drama class's version of Steel Magnolias.)
9. Tie someone up with it. (sexy time?)
10. Use it as a chin pad.
11. Use the padding to pad fighting gloves so you don’t get hurt. (Ethan's roommate was thinking about doing this.)
12. Muffle a cell phone.
13. Hold things inside it while you wear it. (All depends on your size)
14. Use it as a compress if you get cut badly.
15. Play dress-up with your mom’s bra as a kid. ( I did this and we have pics, but no way those are going up.)
16. Strangle someone. (Good if you are kidnapped)
17. Chain to escape out a window. (You need more than one)
18. Zip line
19. Muffle your alarm clock.
20. Make a tiny basket out of it. (You have to sew the cups together)
21. Make a giant nose. (Sewing not involved)
22. Pretend they are head-phones. (Bigger sizes)
23. Protect your m-oobs
24. Make a swimming cap out of an over sized one
25. Knee-pads
26. Nice seat cushion at sporting events
27. Burn it.
28. Air mask. (Did someone fart?)
29. Make gloves. (Open it and put your hands where the padding is)
30. Hold ostrich eggs.
31. Dry your hands on it instead of using a towel. (For men's restrooms)
32. Make a hat.
33. Change purse. (Same as the basket. There are pics online)
34. Muzzle. (For a dog or something. Make the basket and use the straps to attach it.)
35. Air Filter.
36.  Ear extensions (so you can hear better)
37. Cover yourself when walked in on while doing the nasty. (males)
38. Use as party decorations. (hang from the ceiling at a Bachelor party.)
39. Stuff the pouch and make a pillow. (The size will depend on your cup size)
40. Stuff it with water balloons and pretend you are bigger.(Ahaha. I did this at a sleepover when I was 13.)

Hope you liked the list. If you can add something comment and I will add it in.

First of many future rants.

As I said in the previous post, I SUCK at math. I can work it out easily if I know what I am doing, but formulas are horrible. I am supposed to be doing online math homework right now and in about ten minutes an aquaintance of mine is going to help me prepare for my test on Tuesday. On the last test I made a 40-something. Needless to say, I am failing the class. I cannot fail a single class while I am here if I want to graduate on time, without going to summer classes. On top of this, I have to keep HOPE or I will have to drop out and go to a local college. 

This is why some creative people hate math, science, and history: we are too easily distracted.  I actually like my history class, but that is because the professor is nice and tells history like it should be: one big story. 

My math professor is another reason I hate math. She can't teach worth a flip and I find it very disturbing that they let her. If I could do anything to any of my professors, I would take away her teaching degree. I would also do something with my Creative Process professor that would hinder her from influencing younger minds. 

I am very sorry for this rant. I just really hate math!  

As an update: I failed the last test with a 52. I even went to tuturing. I have to pass!!!

Me.

I hate introductions, for starters. I never know how much, or how little to write. My introduction for my Creative Writing class was four pages while everyone else's was a single page. If I get carried away, ignore what you will. Let's start with my medical history, which might sound boring. Trust me, far from it. 

I have so many medical maladies, I am surprised I haven't been picked up for testing purposes. My doctors think I am a medical mystery most of the time. I'll make you a list in order of diagnosis.

1. Acid Reflux Disease since the age of 6 or 7.

2. This weird thing I can't name that happens to my tongue (sounds worse than it is) since I was eight.

3. Crohn's Disease since I was 15. I had surgery for it then also. They removed eighteen inches of my intestines. I have tons of awesome scars which I will talk about shortly.

4. Secondary Osteoporosis, meaning that it is there because of my Crohn's. This has been going on since I was 15 also.

5. Moluscum Contagiosum, which is a skin virus that I have had since I was 17. 

6. Endometriosis, which is probably the most painful, since I was 17 as well. At least I think so.

On top of all this I am OCD. Put me around something dirty, and I will clean it. Put me in a salon and I will pick hair off EVERYTHING! I also have TWO, count 'em, TWO, uvulas. 

Scar time, guys. So I have a huge one on my tummy. It is big and runs through a fake belly-button and down to a larger part of the scar where my stitches popped. I have one on both wrists and one on my shoulder/collar-bone region. This one is from my port and the stiches around it ripped and so did my skin. 

Anyways, moving on. My favorite color is teal. I love it. I also love my amazing boyfriend named Ethan. [Hi there. Check me out here. --Ethan] He is amazing. We go to school together and have many amazing plans for ourselves. 

In a few words I am creative, unique, weird, random, loving, too nice, crazy, nerdy and awesome. I love to read, act, sing, write (scripts mostly), play my instruments (Bass clarinet, Clarinet, Fife, Etc.) and do most anything creative. I have many strange talents, one of which is that I can play the recorder with my nose. :] I wish to become a screenwriter in France before I die and help Ethan run a proper sandwhich shop. I want to live in Verdun. My major in school is French with a minor in Film. 

I was in the marching band (with the bass) and on the yearbook committee in high school. I am in Creative Writing classes. 

I plan to post some of my short stories and ideas on here. I hope to inspire creative minds. Ask me most anything about the creative world and I can answer with an exact answer most of the time. Ask me something about math and you will get a scowl. I don't do math or history or science. Ask me about religion and I will give you my ideas. I can't tell you if those are right or not, but I can still offer them. 

I never can do conclusions. So, here it is.