So I was looking at apartments today, in hopes to get the hell outta my small town. Trying to look at stuff in Denver. So far, I have found a couple I like, this one most promising.
http://echosummit.appfolio.com/listings/1cfd6d0b-a29e-45cb-8f21-fc7baa3522e4
I really likes some others too though, like the Emily Dickinson on Poets Row, or the Mercantile Square Apts.
Sigh. A girl can dream, right?
Thursday, September 29
Exhausted!
I'm so tired today! Can't wait till Tuesday. Waiting for someone to comment, or at least follow my blog?
You could email too.
metalrosethorn@hotmail.com
You could email too.
metalrosethorn@hotmail.com
Wednesday, September 28
Needing Filler
I need some filler or something, anyone want to post about what to talk about? Throw something out there? I can talk about it.
FINNALLY!
So I finnally found out, for my blog tonight, I wanted to post great memories of mine! I would post more, but I think my blogger window may explode if I do much more. Bahaha. Thanks guys, feel free to comment!
Me and my BFFFFFFFFF at the club. What a cutie he is, right?!
Me and my oldest friend after graduation went back to where we first met. We felt like giants :D
SMOKE BUBBLES AT THE HOOKAH BAR!!!!
*********WARNING DEAD CAT PICTURES AHEAD*******************
I apologize to all you PETA folks, but yes this is a dead cat I was dissecting in my Anatomy class. We named him J. Alfred Proofrock.
My first shared graduation party! I obviously was too busy talking to my siblings to pay attention!
PROM! With my friends and my boyfriend (at the time) We were at dinner :D
Me and my brother Jehren. He fell asleep, and no editing on this photo at all, I love how it turned out!
WOOT! My three siblings after eating chocolate ice cream. Being goofballs is obvious!
Hanging flyers on peoples doors for my friends dads Fitness Center. (who advised me in that outfit?!)
Stats class with some true friends of mine. Obviously not much math going on!
Colorguard dinner at a mexican restaurant, with my best friend! She shares the same birthday as me! Posing with the mexican deer.
Another photo from my party, everyone that was at my roller skating party (not that I know how to skate!) bahahaha.
So it's kind of small, but me at my eighteenth birthday, with my cupcakes!
I have no idea what I was doing here except being a total dork, taken at a football game for my highschool (I was in the colorguard) and was obviously bored!!
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! This was my little brother falling over. Snapped the perfect picture! Happy even when falling over.
This photo was like a gem! I forgot it was even taken, but apparently I was being choked! TRUE LOVE!!!!
This was my seventeenth birthday party. My four best friends were there (only three in the picture I think) haha what a great memory!
This was my sophmore homecoming, in what was the shortest dress I had ever worn at the time! I was so sick that night, but despite that I had the most wonderful evening!
So this was my freshman year homecoming with all my friends. What a good night I had, never thought it could get better then that!
Me and my BFFFFFFFFF at the club. What a cutie he is, right?!
Me and my oldest friend after graduation went back to where we first met. We felt like giants :D
SMOKE BUBBLES AT THE HOOKAH BAR!!!!
*********WARNING DEAD CAT PICTURES AHEAD*******************
I apologize to all you PETA folks, but yes this is a dead cat I was dissecting in my Anatomy class. We named him J. Alfred Proofrock.
My first shared graduation party! I obviously was too busy talking to my siblings to pay attention!
PROM! With my friends and my boyfriend (at the time) We were at dinner :D
Me and my brother Jehren. He fell asleep, and no editing on this photo at all, I love how it turned out!
WOOT! My three siblings after eating chocolate ice cream. Being goofballs is obvious!
Hanging flyers on peoples doors for my friends dads Fitness Center. (who advised me in that outfit?!)
Stats class with some true friends of mine. Obviously not much math going on!
Colorguard dinner at a mexican restaurant, with my best friend! She shares the same birthday as me! Posing with the mexican deer.
Another photo from my party, everyone that was at my roller skating party (not that I know how to skate!) bahahaha.
So it's kind of small, but me at my eighteenth birthday, with my cupcakes!
I have no idea what I was doing here except being a total dork, taken at a football game for my highschool (I was in the colorguard) and was obviously bored!!
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! This was my little brother falling over. Snapped the perfect picture! Happy even when falling over.
This photo was like a gem! I forgot it was even taken, but apparently I was being choked! TRUE LOVE!!!!
This was my seventeenth birthday party. My four best friends were there (only three in the picture I think) haha what a great memory!
This was my sophmore homecoming, in what was the shortest dress I had ever worn at the time! I was so sick that night, but despite that I had the most wonderful evening!
So this was my freshman year homecoming with all my friends. What a good night I had, never thought it could get better then that!
Working On It
So. It seems I haven't posted yet today. Which is funny, since I've been trying since ten o'clock in the damn morning. It's about three now. Irritation courses through my veins :D
Anyways. I was trying to post a blog with some of my favorite pictures on it. But. My mom created a new user account on her computer, for me. Which, having logged on, I can't download anything to the computer (which is only slightly irritating, because I just wanted to download a pic from my facebook, to put it up here since the do it from a URL seems to not work for me. BUTTTTTTTT I'm sure I'll get over it) and she changed her password, so I can't get on to hers and do it from there. I figured when I turned 18 we didn't need Parental Controls on my internet usage. I mean really. I come on my blog, and facebook. OH! and addictinggames.com. Damn me.
Wanna know something else irritating? We were cleaning the house today, and lalala I cleaned Jaidens' bedroom and the bathroom and folded some laundry, nothing spectacular. And my mom was like thanks so much, and I was like, yup, no problem, whatever you know? Well. Brett comes over (who I got in a fight with earlier this month because apparently I'm sooooo lazy.) and my mom was like, Oh she's been so helpful! (Which don't get me wrong, I appreciate that she is bragging about it, and appreciating what I do) but she was almost convincing him I'm not lazy. I don't really give a birds nest what he thinks at this point, because honestly, he grates my nerves. I don't see what I need to prove to him. HONESTLY! It's not like if he starts liking me I'm going to be like, OH BOW DOWN! The noble Brett has changed his bi-polar ass mind to like me again!
Because honestly. I don't like him. So, I don't care what he thinks.
It feels nice to vent, where no one is going to hold it against me for saying it, feels. Nice. It reduces my stress to be honest.
Although I'm sure someone is going to read it, and I'm gonna get and ear full about being rude, AND posting it on the internet.
Well. I'm working on it.
Hopefully more to come later.
Anyways. I was trying to post a blog with some of my favorite pictures on it. But. My mom created a new user account on her computer, for me. Which, having logged on, I can't download anything to the computer (which is only slightly irritating, because I just wanted to download a pic from my facebook, to put it up here since the do it from a URL seems to not work for me. BUTTTTTTTT I'm sure I'll get over it) and she changed her password, so I can't get on to hers and do it from there. I figured when I turned 18 we didn't need Parental Controls on my internet usage. I mean really. I come on my blog, and facebook. OH! and addictinggames.com. Damn me.
Wanna know something else irritating? We were cleaning the house today, and lalala I cleaned Jaidens' bedroom and the bathroom and folded some laundry, nothing spectacular. And my mom was like thanks so much, and I was like, yup, no problem, whatever you know? Well. Brett comes over (who I got in a fight with earlier this month because apparently I'm sooooo lazy.) and my mom was like, Oh she's been so helpful! (Which don't get me wrong, I appreciate that she is bragging about it, and appreciating what I do) but she was almost convincing him I'm not lazy. I don't really give a birds nest what he thinks at this point, because honestly, he grates my nerves. I don't see what I need to prove to him. HONESTLY! It's not like if he starts liking me I'm going to be like, OH BOW DOWN! The noble Brett has changed his bi-polar ass mind to like me again!
Because honestly. I don't like him. So, I don't care what he thinks.
It feels nice to vent, where no one is going to hold it against me for saying it, feels. Nice. It reduces my stress to be honest.
Although I'm sure someone is going to read it, and I'm gonna get and ear full about being rude, AND posting it on the internet.
Well. I'm working on it.
Hopefully more to come later.
Tuesday, September 27
What an interesting Dream.
So last night, I had possibly the most interesting dreams ever!
First off, it started with I guess I was reading a book, which makes some sense, because i enjoy reading, but honestly, I can't really tell, because mostly it was the book playing out in my head, not what I was doing.
So it started off being that New York kind of style art (you know, where peoples faces are triangular, and sometimes their yellow or purple or whatever?) and it was almost a very simple kind of board like book that you would read to a little kid, with simplistic pictures and that? But I knew that it was a novel type book.
So vaguely it was in the third person about me, but apparently I had some sex with a dude, and I got pregnant, but the only picture that would show on the page was this guy on the back of the bike, and me crying on the front (but he was driving).
So then the book went to where I was back at my house I suppose, and I lived with, my older sister? (note, I don't have an older sister, and this girl looked nothing like me, but I just knew she was my sister.but apparently we lived in an apartment complex because their were a couple other girls there that I talked to. This is where my dream changed from third person to first person. The girls and I were really into fashion, and so we all had very interesting clothes. And I had gotten into a fight with my sister, and we were giving back each others clothes, and she threw my shirt back at me, and it has like, this eyeball on it, and it was a seafoam green color, and I just set it back in her pile of clothes, and walked away. Well then, I found out that these other girls I was friends with, were pregnant too, and it just so happened to be all by the same dude. So we were pretty upset with him.
And as we got bigger and bigger, we realized we couldn't hide it from our school anymore. But we couldn't just stop showing up. So we devised a plan. A famous girl had once faked her suicide, because she had police friends that she set to investigate a person jumping off the building, when she threw a mannequin, with stage blood, and very realistic off this building. So we knew if we went to her, she could help us fake our suicide. So we were all on the way to go talk to her, and we realized we had this rash, and it was like little red bumps, and kind of looked like folliculitus. but it was all bruised where the bumps where, and it reached all the way down to my wrist, and I just started sobbing, I don't want it on my face, I cried.
And thats basically where my dream ended.
I looked some stuff up in my dream encyclopedia. All I found was kind of about faking and suicide. Which just noticed I was being false about harming myself. And I needed to say hello to the new me.
I think that just confused me more then ever.
Anyone want to help me out?
First off, it started with I guess I was reading a book, which makes some sense, because i enjoy reading, but honestly, I can't really tell, because mostly it was the book playing out in my head, not what I was doing.
So it started off being that New York kind of style art (you know, where peoples faces are triangular, and sometimes their yellow or purple or whatever?) and it was almost a very simple kind of board like book that you would read to a little kid, with simplistic pictures and that? But I knew that it was a novel type book.
So vaguely it was in the third person about me, but apparently I had some sex with a dude, and I got pregnant, but the only picture that would show on the page was this guy on the back of the bike, and me crying on the front (but he was driving).
So then the book went to where I was back at my house I suppose, and I lived with, my older sister? (note, I don't have an older sister, and this girl looked nothing like me, but I just knew she was my sister.but apparently we lived in an apartment complex because their were a couple other girls there that I talked to. This is where my dream changed from third person to first person. The girls and I were really into fashion, and so we all had very interesting clothes. And I had gotten into a fight with my sister, and we were giving back each others clothes, and she threw my shirt back at me, and it has like, this eyeball on it, and it was a seafoam green color, and I just set it back in her pile of clothes, and walked away. Well then, I found out that these other girls I was friends with, were pregnant too, and it just so happened to be all by the same dude. So we were pretty upset with him.
And as we got bigger and bigger, we realized we couldn't hide it from our school anymore. But we couldn't just stop showing up. So we devised a plan. A famous girl had once faked her suicide, because she had police friends that she set to investigate a person jumping off the building, when she threw a mannequin, with stage blood, and very realistic off this building. So we knew if we went to her, she could help us fake our suicide. So we were all on the way to go talk to her, and we realized we had this rash, and it was like little red bumps, and kind of looked like folliculitus. but it was all bruised where the bumps where, and it reached all the way down to my wrist, and I just started sobbing, I don't want it on my face, I cried.
And thats basically where my dream ended.
I looked some stuff up in my dream encyclopedia. All I found was kind of about faking and suicide. Which just noticed I was being false about harming myself. And I needed to say hello to the new me.
I think that just confused me more then ever.
Anyone want to help me out?
Monday, September 26
So
Frenchy if your looking for your post, it's down a post.
In an attempt to begin my enigmatic blog of nothingness, and maybe somethingness. I've decided to type in something I feel about a blog, and put blogger behind it in the Google search bar. So far, I've come up with one person to follow. And I guess that thats good for me.
I don't really know what to talk about. Unless you want to talk about my day. Should we?
I woke up to my siblings crying in my face.
And I didn't want to move.
I took a shower, which seemed abnormally long, maybe because I kept getting soap in my eyes, and it was really irritating or that my hair felt like dread locks since I've been using the two in one, shampoo and conditioner, instead of just regular shampoo and conditioner, which normally makes my hair feel soft and smooth.
I then went to my interview with Walmart, which made me really happy, especially since the hiring manager was uber nice, as opposed to the crazy lady I talked to the time before that.
Then I came home, and played that lemonade stand tycoon game for about twenty minutes, because I had some time to kill between interviews.
Then I went to my interview with Best Buy, where, the entire time I was waiting for the manager, I was having a straight panic attack. And then he told me I got a second interview.
I really wasn't in my body today, I felt really too flighty. Everything felt like slow motion. Or, like, I was going through the motions, realizing what motions I was doing, you know?
Then I took a half an hour nap.
And then took care of my siblings the rest of the day.
And I still feel not completely here. And I almost am longing for a total stranger to just post on my blog. Tell me an interesting fact. Or maybe about their day.
I guess that would be nice.
In an attempt to begin my enigmatic blog of nothingness, and maybe somethingness. I've decided to type in something I feel about a blog, and put blogger behind it in the Google search bar. So far, I've come up with one person to follow. And I guess that thats good for me.
I don't really know what to talk about. Unless you want to talk about my day. Should we?
I woke up to my siblings crying in my face.
And I didn't want to move.
I took a shower, which seemed abnormally long, maybe because I kept getting soap in my eyes, and it was really irritating or that my hair felt like dread locks since I've been using the two in one, shampoo and conditioner, instead of just regular shampoo and conditioner, which normally makes my hair feel soft and smooth.
I then went to my interview with Walmart, which made me really happy, especially since the hiring manager was uber nice, as opposed to the crazy lady I talked to the time before that.
Then I came home, and played that lemonade stand tycoon game for about twenty minutes, because I had some time to kill between interviews.
Then I went to my interview with Best Buy, where, the entire time I was waiting for the manager, I was having a straight panic attack. And then he told me I got a second interview.
I really wasn't in my body today, I felt really too flighty. Everything felt like slow motion. Or, like, I was going through the motions, realizing what motions I was doing, you know?
Then I took a half an hour nap.
And then took care of my siblings the rest of the day.
And I still feel not completely here. And I almost am longing for a total stranger to just post on my blog. Tell me an interesting fact. Or maybe about their day.
I guess that would be nice.
Life
Life. Is like.
Hmmm sometimes.
Like. Ya know?
I doubt Frenchy would ever read this, but. If he is. I miss you, and I know I can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but I miss you.
Maybe can we plan a day to have coffee?
I dunno. I guess it's a shot in the dark at being inventive, apologetic, and missing a very good friend of mine.
And sometimes I imagine, I have some girl out there, hanging on every blog I post, despite the fact I haven't posted in over a year. I need a place to say my thoughts absolutely public, and so hidden at the same time.
I might actually start to blog.
Hmmm sometimes.
Like. Ya know?
I doubt Frenchy would ever read this, but. If he is. I miss you, and I know I can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but I miss you.
Maybe can we plan a day to have coffee?
I dunno. I guess it's a shot in the dark at being inventive, apologetic, and missing a very good friend of mine.
And sometimes I imagine, I have some girl out there, hanging on every blog I post, despite the fact I haven't posted in over a year. I need a place to say my thoughts absolutely public, and so hidden at the same time.
I might actually start to blog.
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