A little about me.
It's a bit weird, using this journal now. I'm not new to this style. I've had a LJ for two years, and I have another IJ account that has the same user name. So why am I using this?
Because I need a place to blog, and I feel that my old blog has fallen into a rut. I'd blog inconsequential things, and then, eventually, I'd write a very long post getting feelings off my chest, go to bed and wake up feeling better, only to find five comments from the same five people every time I do that. And since I've been quietly looking at my relationships, I felt it was time to move. Well, mostly. Inconsequential things will get posted at the old journal occasionally, prove to my few real friends over there that yes, I still breathe. But the rest of me is over here. Time to make new friends. New name, new friends.
I'm a 21 year old female that lives at home, partly out of comfort, mostly because nobody bothered to teach me to drive so I can't really do anything. Also living here are my Grandmother, my mother, my little brother, three dogs - Jake, Zeus and Color, and five fish that are completely mine.
My Dad passed away when I was 19 of cancer. He had at least bone and colon cancer and I think Kidney, and we're pretty sure lung cancer too. No Health insurance = no regular doctor visits. By the time we caught it, it was too late. He went pretty quickly. Late November to Early Feb. He may have been an ass most of the time, but he loved me and I miss him. I miss my other grandma as well. I'm pretty sure she's the only family member that has loved me unconditionally.
There's four interests that I have that sum me up pretty well: Doctor Who, Faeries, CSI and Harry Potter. Most of my other interests are branched off of those.
I adore my dog Zeus, and consider him to be my closest and truest friend. He's there when nobody else is. He's a black with brown tint in the sun Newfoundland/Lab mix. He's also got the biggest feet of the three dogs so I call him Padfoot. Mom calls him block head. Dad said the lights were on but nobody's home.
The person I so call my best friend broke up with her first ever boyfriend and has become obsessed with him, wanting to get back together with him. I don't blame him at all for not talking to her. They met in the psychology ward of the hospital near where she's going to college. He had a set back eight months into their relationship, and then a few months later she told him she wasn't ready to have sex with him because she didn't trust him after his episode and the relationship went downhill from there, finally ending at the end of December or early January of this year. To be honest, we've been kind of drifting apart the past year or so, and I've pretty much have given up on fixing it, since all she wants to talk about is her ass of an ex, and a few other choice things. Which is fine, I talk only of my interests, and she don't give a damn either, taking it back to her. I feel justified in ignoring what she wants to talk about most of the time since I've told her more than once what I thought and she told me off. Oh, and she bitches about every little thing I do when I see her.
I think that about covers it.
Because I need a place to blog, and I feel that my old blog has fallen into a rut. I'd blog inconsequential things, and then, eventually, I'd write a very long post getting feelings off my chest, go to bed and wake up feeling better, only to find five comments from the same five people every time I do that. And since I've been quietly looking at my relationships, I felt it was time to move. Well, mostly. Inconsequential things will get posted at the old journal occasionally, prove to my few real friends over there that yes, I still breathe. But the rest of me is over here. Time to make new friends. New name, new friends.
I'm a 21 year old female that lives at home, partly out of comfort, mostly because nobody bothered to teach me to drive so I can't really do anything. Also living here are my Grandmother, my mother, my little brother, three dogs - Jake, Zeus and Color, and five fish that are completely mine.
My Dad passed away when I was 19 of cancer. He had at least bone and colon cancer and I think Kidney, and we're pretty sure lung cancer too. No Health insurance = no regular doctor visits. By the time we caught it, it was too late. He went pretty quickly. Late November to Early Feb. He may have been an ass most of the time, but he loved me and I miss him. I miss my other grandma as well. I'm pretty sure she's the only family member that has loved me unconditionally.
There's four interests that I have that sum me up pretty well: Doctor Who, Faeries, CSI and Harry Potter. Most of my other interests are branched off of those.
I adore my dog Zeus, and consider him to be my closest and truest friend. He's there when nobody else is. He's a black with brown tint in the sun Newfoundland/Lab mix. He's also got the biggest feet of the three dogs so I call him Padfoot. Mom calls him block head. Dad said the lights were on but nobody's home.
The person I so call my best friend broke up with her first ever boyfriend and has become obsessed with him, wanting to get back together with him. I don't blame him at all for not talking to her. They met in the psychology ward of the hospital near where she's going to college. He had a set back eight months into their relationship, and then a few months later she told him she wasn't ready to have sex with him because she didn't trust him after his episode and the relationship went downhill from there, finally ending at the end of December or early January of this year. To be honest, we've been kind of drifting apart the past year or so, and I've pretty much have given up on fixing it, since all she wants to talk about is her ass of an ex, and a few other choice things. Which is fine, I talk only of my interests, and she don't give a damn either, taking it back to her. I feel justified in ignoring what she wants to talk about most of the time since I've told her more than once what I thought and she told me off. Oh, and she bitches about every little thing I do when I see her.
I think that about covers it.