2 quotes that pretty much cover me at this point.

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1. The higher your pedestal the more it hurts when you get pushed off.

2. The shits gonna hit the fan.. or its it already all over the wall?

So...

I got a job...
and im soo happy. :] for reals.

But i'm not feeling creative, or inspired lately.. just drained...

and my life is becoming hectic and strained....
I just need a rest..

A thought...

I ABSOLUTELY ENTIRELY HATE FIGHTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Adoption Center for Cats.

So usually cats can stand me... apparently not today.

They hid from me, cried, and were generally nervous ALL day. It was really sad.
I them and they seemed uncomfortable the entire time. I can't wait until they're socialized and lovable like they were when they were kittens, or so I've been told they were.

I also cannot wait for Clarion Paws to boom, like I know it will.

And today: Took Tootsie for a walk. She loved it, mostly, and proceeded to poop in several neighbors lawns... It was rather hysterical.

But putting all the adorable and overly cautious animals aside, today was so peaceful. It breeze was perfect, the sun powerful, the scent intoxicating. It was love. It was a gossamer glimse of summer. Oh my. It made me warm and tingly in anticipation for what I know is to come.

And whatever summer has to throw at me, I'm ready. :]

Remember: Prom 2010

For someone who didn't entirely want to participate, I had a GREAT time. :]

I went through a disastrously busy day. After picking up the HUGE assortment of stuff I needed, I had breakfast out, and ran home to drop off the mess of objects. Then I got my hair done by a fabulous stylist, and got home about 3. Now this is the time I had originally planned to be at places. I got dressed with lightening speed, did a crappy make up job, and painted my nails for the third time in 24 hours. Then I jumped outside for quick single pics, and drove off in my pimped out car to pick up my date... and when I reached Knox, I realized I forgot the flower.

Yikes.
By that time, my mood had plummeted to the pits of "OH HELL NO I'm not doing this.

I swore loudly, and pulled out my phone. Dialed. Rejected by AT&T. Swore more, and got someone else to fix it.: aka my date. How absolutely retching. I couldn't handle all the running about anymore. Really self esteem killing.

But I got there, and saw the most amazing smile, and the green eyes and the dashing, YES dashing, suit and I stopped for the most part being a prick, and went to just being a baby. I knew it was going to be an OK night. We took even more pictures, and drove off into the "sunset" to Dairy Queen. Met up with some incredible people. :] We ate, talked, laughed, whored, and left, late for Promenade.

So originally, I thought nothing of Promenade. Just a stage appearance, and then done. It wasn't until I was next that I had visions of falling or blindness, or uncontrollable fits of laughter, that i got nervous and didn't think I could do it. But Fran called my name, and David pulled me out, basically supporting me. It was primeval... actually it was just bittersweet. Then after I got off I started going back to normal, and saw Ashleigh and Zach get crowned. Pretty neat, and saw it coming.

So went to the gym. the place where prom was taking place. Sweat and Pain were about all I remember. It was pimped out in Wizard of Oz, somewhere over the Rainbow.. pretty awesome.

But, yeah, we danced, sweat, took pictures, and tried to keep drama to minimum. Or at least I did.

I didn't really slow dance. Not good at coordinating such things with another human being, or even myself. I don't think David was very happy with me when I showed great reluctance to dance to them. However me and Daphne had fun scoping the crowd for people we could pick on later.

So then we adventured to Wallmart and Taco Bell, after David carried me bridal style half way to the car. :] Saw several Prom goers. Got food. Went home. And that was where I was happiest.

It wasn't my house, but the house of my boo.

And well, being the silly people we are, we crashed the stereotype of prom night, and watched a children's movie. I can't really say what OTHERS do on Prom night, but I really enjoyed just the safety and love I felt from snuggling with my love. and falling asleep with his arms wrapped around me...

so some call me romantical... and they are unfortuately right.
I felt like a little kid in his arms, despite the fact that he's almost always immature, and i'm almost 2 years older than him.
Its hard to do that, is my point.

That was way better than anything else we could have done.

By Far. :]