I started writing a new post three different times already. Something always jumps in the way. So, lots of things have happened since I last posted. Lots of holidays. Lets do a quick list shall we...
1. I got a beautiful bike for Christmas. It reminds me of vanilla and strawberry ice cream in a pretty sparkly dish.
2. I moved again. Back to my dad's. This is progress! No. It's not.
3. I put all my stuff back in storage, including my beloved bed.
4. I have been sleeping, or should I say not sleeping on a waterbed in the guest room. What the heck? Although, I am a mermaid, I do not enjoy sleeping on a bed filled with water. This chubby little manatee tends to end up in the cracks (as I call them) on the sides.
5. I have been really super sad 10-15 times.
6. I sold my first homemade item to someone I don't know! Very exciting. I miss it, but I believe it has found a good home.
7. I am rolling around the thought of moving to Louisville. Although, this goes against all that I love (the country), I am not doing anything productive at the moment anyway, and my friend B wants me to move in with her.
8. I have not done good things.
So, in the beginning of this blog, I said I was going to be good and all that rot, and well, I haven't been. Now, now, I have come across some obstacles, but it's nothing this apricot shouldn't be able to handle. Well, I couldn't handle it or rather didn't want to, and have been a sad lump who pretends to sleep on a water bed when she should be sewin through the hours and wrapping herself around someone hot and nerdy every night. So damn it, its time to get crackin, dummy. Show your life who is boss. Yeah, you. You big sassafrass.
Oh, and don't get sad about all those craphead boys who punch you in the heart all the time. Be good and the One will show up. You know the One..with the suspenders and his pockets full of magical things. Oh yeah..mmm..that one!
I think I just blogged to myself. Good job.
Look at this thing...it is amazing...I am not a NKOTB fan. I used to have to go to this little chicky's house when I was but a wee thing, and she was ..well..not my type. She forced me to listen to their song about Amanda over and over and over. She said it was about her. I held back my throw up.