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Monday, October 04, 2004

WOW! Thank you Katy!


Sunday, October 03, 2004

I'm screwed up. I don't know what to do. Somebody, anybody...let me know you're there.


I worked at Disney on Friday...Mickey's Not So Scary Halloween party. It was very tiring and boring not at all what I had imagined. First off, it was like 90 degrees out even after the sun went down. Secondly, it was the first night of the event so things were pretty much chaotic. I got there 2 hours before my shift because I had canceled my interview at the Dixie Stampede which was supposed to be at 3:00. I figure that a job there just wasn't what I was after. I mean I'm desperate for a new job but I'm not that desperate. So I canceled around 1 and decided to stop at Quizno's to try the new steakhoue dip sandwich. It is delicious by the way. After that I drove to work. I got into costuming and had to wait in this huge line just to find out what costume I was supposed to be wearing. Turns out the only size they had left in the "mechanic suit"(for Speedway) was small and of course I couldn't fit into that. So the guy suggested I get a regular event shirt and black pants. I get ahold of the bright orange-draw attention-really sticky-irritating type shirt and black pants which took me almost 45 minutes becuase everyone was after the same thing. Good thing I got there early. Anyway....I don't feel like getting into too much detail today but I will tell you this...Mickey's Not So Scary is not very fun when you're working it. I would have much rather spent the entire night at Space Mountain unbelievably.

Yesterday I went to work and it was just me and Joe. It was a slow and boring weekend as usual and it gave me a chance to think....

Today I got home at 7:45 because I had to pick up my sister from her friend's house and I bought Papa John's for dinner. I missed the entire beginning of Charmed, a whole 30 minutes, literally half of the show and I'm bummed because I have to give a fucking speech tomorrow for my public speaking class. I so don't want to do it. Maybe I won't go. Truth is....I can't do it. This public speaking class brings up too many memories of my high school public speaking class and I guess it's just a thing with Miss Gamma but I can never really be myself. That and the months of October through December were never really my best months thanks to the painful events from fall 2002. Wow..that long already? You know Heather if you're reading this, maybe you can help me get out of this time loop and my mind and sudden de ja vu all over again and bring me back to the present. Although the present isn't exactly very promising.

I might actually fail a course in school for once. I may actually drop out like I've always debated not to. I may just quit these wrecked jobs and possibly disappear off the face of the earth for good. It's just so hard.

I keep on running through my head, "Come on. Disappoint me" or "I know I can't be happy for long." Katy is ignoring me as if she wants nothing to do with me and I never did a thing to her, last thing we did before she left was hang out at her apartment and I gave her the 13 Going on 30 DVD. Nothign bad there right? Apparently I'm not worth keeping in touch with.

Nathan hasn't spoken to me since he lift and I'm almost certain he forgot about me.

Tanya called me once and then never again. Makes me think that maybe she felt sorry for me and just didn't want me whining.

Heather has come and gone and for some reason I feel that my move to Florida has effected the great friendship we could have had.

Amanda doesn't call me and only talks to me when she wants a favor. It's as if she's using me because that's all I'm good for.

Amy won't talk to me unless SHE has a problem and I won't call her because she'll always tell me she'll call me back but never does.

Kristen is only a friend at work and I don't think she even cares to hang out with me outside of work. She just pretends to be nice.

Stacey just gives me a "hello" when we pass each other and doesn't even bother to call me despite all the messages I leave her.

Jake tells me he's too busy to call me. Well then he's too busy for me then isn't he? He can't take one lousy second to see how I am?

Melissa's last words to me were, "My phone's getting disconnected I'll call you when I can." So now I have no way of communicating unless she actually calls me.

Jillian, the two-face she is said she wanted to try and be a real friend for once but failed yet again. Everytime I call her, she hang up. Everytime I IM her, she signs off. Every email I send, she deletes.

Jackie has a grudge against me over something I didn't do...which again, I hate to no end. She wants nothing to do with me and I don't like being outcast for nothing.

I haven't spoken to Millie or Lauren since I moved. They probably forgot about me anyway.

Andrew was probably happy to get away from me. I haven't spoken to him since the last day of school.

Larisa continues to play it cool and act like she cares but I know she doesn't. She has better things to do and she actually let that phrase slip on occassion.

Let me not even get started with Jen. She was the one big surprise and I think that if she were around right now, I know I'd be better off. She was my best friend and she told me she'd never lose contact with me and always find time to talk with me or IM me. I haven't gotten one freakin' email or even a phone call. Some surprise.

Petra is probably better off without me living her life free of all my headaches. As a friend I thought we were closer than just "See you at our ten year reunion!"

The excuse I get from Maxine is, "I lost your number, sorry I couldn't call." Oh please how many times can a person use that one? Anyway I talk to her at times through email, why not ask me then?

Candace actually apologized for how she upset me and I was glad because I actually thought I had a friend for once. But I know somehow something is going to go wrong and it's going to be just the same as my friends of the past.

Lydia is almost the same way. She called me to ask me about Hurricane Jeanne and since then hasn't even crossed lines with me. I'm afraid to call her so I hope she end up calling me soon. If my predictions for sudden friend loss doesn't come true.

Someday I hope to call Tina or Lezlie. Maybe I'll email Bryan or even give Katy another try. I could possibly call Lauren,  Dionna, Stacey, Maggie, or Ryan. Perhaps I could call Meghan or see of Pam wants to hang out. I may see if I can hang out with Yari or Morgan outside of work or take Don or Mike out on their offers.

People say friends come and go but for me it seems as if all my friends just Go....

Hence the loneliness.

Maybe life would just be easier if I just gave up.

I just need some direction. I'm lost and I'm scared.

          

         

           

 


Friday, October 01, 2004

Currently Playing
Fistful of Alice
By Alice Cooper, Hager, Zombie & Slash
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- Welcome to My Nightmare

FUCK IT. Just fuck it all. 

" All these pointless, hopeless people are getting in the way. They don't seem to understand that life is just a test. Trying to suffer your way through loneliness, helplessness, and poverty. I'm sick and tired of people making excuses and fucking up their lives. One's idea of a perfect life doesn't even exist. So everyone should stop whining and move on, get a life. Trust me, if you sit still and let your depression consume you, your entire life from this point on will be nothing but a flaw...a giant lie. Don't regret your past actions and make it easy to live with yourself."

~Kristin Malone(a friend from the past)

Listen up everyone. If you have the courage to read my xanga this is the message I send you.
 
My journal...my business. It's mine, not yours, so I'll post what I want. Get it? My Xanga is mine to do whatever I god damn feel. You got a problem with it...leave. It's called freedom of speech and it's that easy, nothing to it.
 
If you don't like whatI say, what I do, or how I act, then DON'T read my journal and if you're going to take anything I say personally then STOP and get a fucking life. 
 
This isn't a way for you to blow things out of proportion and nobody's forcing you to come here. Do me a favor, if you feel my comments are too mean, improper, or really innappropriate, get your mouse and click on the little "x" in the right hand corner.
 
Writing is my passion and writing is how I express myself. My xanga is means of holding my writing and a way for me to keep my thoughts down and out of my mind so as not to go crazy. It is my place to set forth my opinions and I will. If it means breaking down a stupid situation that's frustrating me then I will. If it means insulting, embarassing, and down right objecting a person, a person's action, a person's attitude, or a person's personality..then I WILL.
 
I'm not trying to be liked and I could care less if you hate me. I'll do what I want, say what I want, what are you gonna do about it? Go ahead challenge me...I dare you.
Mess with me once, you're crossed out on my list. Mess with me twice, you're getting on my nerves. Mess with me three times, and you'll really wish you never screwed up. I'm a really good friend as long as I get the respect back from you. I'm understanding the first few times but once you slip continuously, you better hope I'm NICER to you.
 
Be careful with how you act towards me...Now go ahead...QUICK!...Go tell on me like a little baby. Tell the boss, try to get me fired. See if it hurts me. You can't use my personal writings as means to hate me. Although I know some people can...Freedom of speech...my journal...my life. You DON'T have to be apart of it. Like I said, you can STOP now and never read my journal again. It's YOUR choice.
 
So xangans, VALKYRIEFURY08 has a whole new "don't give a shit" attitude and will be sticking around longer than expected.
 
Even if it is a public file and I can easily make it private, I won't because it's your decision, your choice alone to read. Read at your own risk. If I say something that you don't want to hear about YOU, then it's your fault. I warned you. Now consider this my proposal...
 
Nothing is going to stop me from posting what I want to post. And if you accuse me of anything without logical proof anything was done on my part, then you can be damn well sure I will do everything in my power, all I can to bury you with the guilt of pointing a finger at me. I will bring you down and make you feel smaller than how you treated me. Take that as a promise. And don't fuck with me.


Wednesday, September 29, 2004

So I'm in an awkard mood. I've put some icons here that can somewhat describe how I'm feeling although I'm not really sure how to describe it myself. Just weird. Maybe need some time to shrug it off. Wait until I tell you what horrible thing I did... ...are you reading the right journal?

To people who know me personally...I've changed.

To anyone at any of my jobs...you'll see what I mean.

Candace if you're reading this....STOP.

 

         

          

 

        

 

        

 

        



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