Sporks, Ice Cream, and Life.

Things I love (in no particular order)

crazychic3 — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 00:29:38 GMT

I love...

dressing up simply to go out to dinner at a little hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant with my girls.
watching the Taylor football team upset their opponents and storming the field afterwords.
manicure/pedicure parties. (First french manicure of my life FTW)
music.
laughing.
being crazy with my girls.
my girls. :)
having a wonderfully clean room!
getting a Saturday to just relax and hang out with wonderful amazing people.
realizing that I already have everything I need.
the thought that ENGLAND is less than 2 months away!
not having to eat at the DC tomorrow night (generally the worst meal of the week) because I have yummy leftovers!
going to Church and lunch after with amazing people who I don't normally get to hang out with.
GOD!!!
reading...for fun.
this unseasonably warm weather!
you!!!

Apologies in advance for the momentary lapse into my middle school self.

crazychic3 — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 04:47:55 GMT

OH HOLY MOTHER OF ALL THINGS THOSE EYES.

:D

crazychic3 — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 18:08:03 GMT

I would just like to announce:

I GOT A 96% ON MY SPEECH!!!

I'm still really struggling with this study buddy thing too. He's just...so...UGGH. Like really I've never seen someone hate school this much. Honestly. And he's really rude, he spends the whole time looking at the clock to see when he gets to leave and as soon as it's over he pretty much runs away. I'm getting SO discouraged.

BUT one of my profs from last year told me I'd be a good teacher! So that was pretty encouraging actually.

Wii boxing is REALLY intense. I played yesterday and my shoulders are killing me today! We only played two rounds! It's kinda crazy. But it was a lot of fun.

Insatiable chocolate craving: day 4. RIDICULOUSNESS!!!

It's so warm today! I'm loving it!

It's personal, myself and I...we've got some straigtening out to do.

crazychic3 — Fri, 14 Sep 2007 21:07:01 GMT

This is way more for myself than any of you.

Yesterday I told Nic we needed to take a break for a bit.

I've got a lot of things I need to figure out.

I'm angry at him constantly for almost no reason. I'm becoming guarded and reserved around him. I'm not happy, but there is no reason whatsover I'm not happy. I'm becoming hard and unemotional, in a very bad way. Yet, every little thing upsets me. And every little tiny thing makes me more guarded, reserved, and hard. I constantly pick fights with him. I won't allow myself to enjoy talking to him or being in his company. And I have no idea why.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Why do I make my life suck so much? My emotions are broken, I want new ones.

If we're fucked up you're to blame.

crazychic3 — Sat, 22 Apr 2006 23:29:57 GMT

Duo rant post.

Rant #1: My parents pissed me off today. So, sometime at the lock-in, I managed to hurt my foot. Probably the strain of lots of DDR on a really bad mat that kept moving. But anyway, I can't walk. I limp. So obviously, I can't play soccer. I woke up this morning hoping it would be better so I could play the soccer game, but it wasn't. It hurts when I walk and it hurts whenever anything touches it. It's my right foot, which is my primary kicking foot. There is no way I was going to play soccer. So my parents woke me up this morning to get ready for the game, and I get up, gingerly try out my foot, and collapse back onto the bed when I put weight on it. So I call for dad, and tell him that my foot is still hurting and I can't play in the soccer game today. He started going off on me, like this entire thing was my fault and I faked/planned the whole thing! He first said that I was just saying this becuase I was tired, and then grumbled something about ruining the day grandma and grandpa had come to see like I planned it or something. Oh yeah, I planned to get hurt for the only soccer game my family can come to this season and that my grandparents drove two hours to come see. Then my mom calls me on her cell phone, which I still had (she has a bum knee and couldn't walk upstairs to talk to me) and goes off on me just like dad did. Then they tell me I have to go watch the soccer game even though I'm not playing in it. Just to torture me. I had to limp around getting ready and walk all over the place to be at a soccer game I couldn't even play in. Do you not understand that it hurts whenever I MOVE?! But that note about the soccer game leads me to

Rant #2: I -insert preferred explicive- hate refs. Yep, I know, I already made this rant. But the refs we had today were THE worst refs I have ever seen in my entire carrer of playing soccer. They called us offsides at least 3 times when we weren't, didn't call it when CA's goalie barreled lil' gill over, and with the last two minutes or so we were in CA's box and someone took a shot. One of the girls from CA (NOT the goalie) stuck her arm into the air and the ball bounced off of it. NO CALL. If you would kindly explain to me how that is not a handball, I would greatly appreciate it. Especially when you call a handball on Hannah because the ball hit her in the shoulder when her hands were at her side. There was more that happened, but this is just to give you an idea. We lost the game 3-1, but would have won it if it hadn't been for the -insert preferred explicive- refs. If we could have gotten one -insert preferred explicive- call from them out of like 200 it could have been 3-2 at least. Those -insert really long line of preferred explicives- refs lost us the PHL tournament championship. Thanks, -insert preferred explicive-.

crazychic3 — Sat, 18 Mar 2006 05:28:26 GMT

Just posting my friends only banner.