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| Well, I have a different blog I write on now, but I can't gain access to it at work, so here I am. By the by, I have no work to do...don't you worry. So, I'm thinking about going to Law School. I'm visiting some Schools, preparing for the LSATs, going to talk to some people at my college sometime soon (when I get time), and I'm pretty excited. I wouldn't go for two years though, I need to apply by Sept. 1st for one or more of the schools, so I'm taking this year to prepare and we'll see if I get in anywhere. Not that I need anymore debt! haha. But, Smucker's pays for schooling (don't know that they would pay for law school) so that might be an option. I've started my own writing company as well. It's kind of exciting. I just need to actually advertise to get clients. That would be helpful, although I have sold a book! It's pretty great. Well, I guess that's all for now, I don't really visit this site anymore. Oh, as a PS. Last week at my very "strenuous" job, I was basically ordered to eat ice cream. I didn't mind one bit. | | |
| Rambling
It was the wrong decision, the wrong choice. Nothing was meant by the words, the thoughts, the actions by which you communicated to him. Take them back. Take hold of what was and restore it to what you wanted and wished it could be. Nothing here is forever. Rewrite your future and tell him it was all for him. All your actions, your thoughts, your words were meant for him, even though they landed dryly on another’s ear. Mistakes make us move. | | |
| Just a heads up/to let you know, I have a new blog. It's www.jenconklin.blogspot.com Have a lovely day. | | |
| it's been a long but good week so far. i know it's only wednesday but so many things have happened. i know what i want to do. something i was holding onto for far too long will finally start to slowly slip away. my apartment is clean. i've started running again (and by this we of course mean i ran twice so far and might keep it up for a few weeks) my roommate and i are trying to get a game of football together. i've started writing again. i got a keyboard and it's amazing and i can't stop playing it. 7 things, can't really beat that.
something i don't understand, kind of hate, and caused me to thing people are really stupid: a scene from vons
ME standing at the check out
VONS WORKER (VW) about to bag my groceries in plastic
ME: oh, could i have paper instead please?
VW nods head and gets paper bags
ME looking back to the cashier
VW starts putting paper bag inside plastic bag
ME looking back to bagger: oh, just paper please.
VW looking up as if i'm sadly mistaken and need to be corrected: these paper bags don't have handles.
ME: yes, i know
ME (thoughts in my head): even if they did, who in their right mind would use the paper handles on a paper bag thinking they would hold up? those handles are kind of a waste of paper.
VW hesitantly takes the paper bag out of the plastic bag
ME for the rest of the day to anyone who will listen: it's such a waste of bags. why would i have said paper if i wanted plastic around it? that makes no sense. that's just wasting paper for no reason and using plastic bags which aren't good.
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| I don't usually find myself up past midnight but here I sit at 12:23, and I don't mean the afternoon kind. Not that it was by choice that I sit here wide eyed and unable to sleep even though exhausted...oh no. A inflatable mattress malfunction is the happy owner of the blame. A three legged cat sits on my lap wondering what the clacking of the keys is all about and eating the strings of my hooded sweatshirt. So many questions race through my mind. Why didn't I leave sooner? when should I leave? where should I go? What am I doing!? Why is this cat sitting on my lap? I hate cats. (the last is a statement, not a question) Am I where I should be? Am I making any right decisions? Right now I think I'd rather be a cat with three legs eating a piece of sweatshirt than be where I am in life. I know it's making me into who I will be, but can't I just be there already. I feel like this transition phase is unusually long for me. All I want is to live in the country and have hobbies and wait for my husband to come home and have dinner ready for him and clean the house. And you know what? there's nothing wrong with that. There is nothing wrong with a dream being a wife and mother. I'm rambling...and tired. I'll go try to turn off my brain now.
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