I need to stop writing on xanga...and start writing in my journals. Or on my books. If I want my dreams to come true...I have to make them come true.
Monday, 05 October 2009
Husband's grandpa went to the hospital yesterday He had a heart attack Was worried all day yesterday He's coming home today. No surgery needed.
When I went into work yesterday There was a caterpillar on the floor. I ran and cried and they thought I was crazy I am terrified of the fuzzy devils.
I felt the worst pain ever at work yesterday All from mother nature's tormented "gift". I cried twice from pain Drive thru can be a real bitch. I learned how to make ice cream cakes.
I have a chance of being manager someday soon I was told so from the main manager Let's hope I don't screw up. Like being late for work. I was late yesterday Thought I worked at 5 Really Worked At 4
I've been working harder than ever Want to prove that I can do it Worked at a Dairy Queen Since I was 16 Sixteen. 16.
I've been through a lot. Like writing die on a truck. Over hair. Why hair? I have no hair now. Hardly any hair at all.
I'm angry at my best friend Adam Because he keeps doing things for me Did the dishes last night Turning vegetarian Stupid excuses Didn't get us a wedding gift so now he's our servant for a while Tried to be vegetarian once but didn't like it so trying again Because of weight problems Lost weight last time I think He's doing it For me And he shouldn't.
I want to jog And wake up at 5 in the morning Every morning To make breakfast And be the best housewife Any one could ask for Made oreo shakes yesterday at home Want to decorate for Halloween now Have to dig out my Halloween decoration collection Decoration Collection
Still wearing my work clothes. Cramps aren't as bad as they were yesterday Today. Is a day Of hope.
Since the 6th grade, I have been obsessed with David Bowie. I used to carry around this folder that had a print out of his biography in it along with every single David Bowie picture I could find in it. He was the only music I listened to. I was in love with him. On his birthday I made him a shrine for him. For Halloween, I was Aladdin Sane. Lightning bolt and everything. I am still obsessed with him, but not as bad as I used to be. I realized that I don't want to fuck him as much as I want to be him. I wanted to be David Bowie more than anything. Just wondering...what are/have been your obsessions? Were they ever unhealthy at times? Explain.
As a child, I have very vague memories of going to the drive-in. I do remember going to see the Blair Witch Project at the drive-in and that was when I was 9 years old.
That was not the last drive-in memory I had though. When I moved in with Jim (my husband), he took me to the drive-in because there is one a town away from us (in Litchfield, IL). How lucky! Most drive-in's have disappeared! He has taken me several times in our relationship now. We have only been to the movie theater once but the drive-in is a different story.
I talked to my grandma on the phone to tell her about the drive-in we have a town away from mine. And she told me that her and grandpa (RIP) used to go there all the time when they dated.
This made me feel so happy that Jim and I are sharing this together just like my grandma and grandpa used to do. Very romantic.
Question time!
Have you ever been to a drive-in? What are your memories of the drive-in? Is there a drive-in next to where you live? If not, would you drive just to experience it?
I'm going to the drive-in on Saturday with some friends, so that's what inspired me to write this. =]
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