tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63472882011-06-10T13:04:56.446-04:00"We may be through with the past but, the past is not through with us!" - MagnoliaKarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.comBlogger511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1126992335334445502005-09-17T17:19:00.000-04:002005-09-17T17:25:35.346-04:00

It has occurred to me that an ex of mine and maybe some of his friends still read my blogspot cause they obviously have nothing better to do with there pathetic lives. All I'm going to say on this matter is, I'm glad that my child is not yours too. I'd have to strangle and drowned it. Any child of his, would be absolutely hideous and as much of a bastard as him. Get a fucking life and a job

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1125850719505166772005-09-04T11:41:00.000-04:002005-09-19T17:32:22.323-04:00

Yeah so, I guess the last entry I wrote on here was really out there. I've been writing on xanga since that post because I moved back to my mom's and and for some reason it wouldn't let me post on blogger. Up, down and all around........ that's has been my life over the past months. I am still with Brandon, we just needed to get the hell out of Steve's cause it was driving both of us insane. We

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1108590960342252272005-02-16T16:01:00.000-05:002005-02-16T17:01:13.080-05:00

I find that listening to Linkin Park is the only thing can can calm me down. Sure, I mean the lyrics are powerful enough to drive someone to murder but, it's nice to know that other people feel the way I do and that I'm not alone. You can always tell when I'm in a pissy mood cause I'll blare that shit and I don't care who gets pissed about it. It makes me feel free for once since I've entered

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1107627004839551992005-02-05T13:35:00.000-05:002005-02-09T19:49:14.266-05:00

Well, it's seems as though I have the house all to myself. Steve's at work, Allen is out of town, and Brandon took Tyler snowboarding for the day. So now, what to do, what to do....... I haven't written in a while due to work and Brandon obsessing over World of Warcraft. I just realized that my uncle passed away one year ago, yesterday. I don't miss him any less. Also, I wasn't going to bring

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1105558640344241622005-01-12T14:26:00.000-05:002005-01-13T16:45:55.760-05:00

I decided to change my blogger template today. Do you think I can remember how to add my links container? No, of course not. It's not like I took this class in school or anything or like I haven't done it a couple of times on here. Anyway, I haven't written in a while because I don't really have anything to say that I wanna share with you guys. Sorry. I started working and Brandon plays World of

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1103946493050651062004-12-24T21:58:00.000-05:002004-12-24T23:06:56.123-05:00

This has got to be the most miserable Christmas Eve I've ever had. Let me start off by saying, I've been sick all week. Everytime I think I'm feeling better, I go to sleep and wake up feeling worse. Usually Christmas Eve is when my family gets together at my dad's house. This year, they decided to go to my grandmother's house. Interesting story, I called my dad's house yesterday to find out what

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1103179700469005932004-12-16T01:11:00.000-05:002005-02-27T12:32:26.053-05:00

I woke up crying last night. It was the first time I've had a nightmare in a while. Usually I can't remember what goes on when I sleep but, for some reason, this nightmare got to me. I was living in a house with Brandon, a few years from now, when I find out that I'm pregnant. It struck me as odd from the start because, as most of you know, I can not conceive. I was delighted by the thought but,

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1102838998654658382004-12-11T23:13:00.000-05:002007-02-23T15:33:04.490-05:00

I'm back. I finally have internet on a regular basis now. I was thinking that I might change my whole domain but, we all know how much I dislike change. In fact, I think it finally hit me over the summer just how much change and the need for change are important. Right after Warped Tour, I decided that I needed to make some big changes. I cut out all that was holding me back and all that was

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1097018476583864362004-10-05T19:06:00.000-04:002004-12-14T13:15:21.773-05:00

So, much has happened since my last post. I finally moved out of the apartment, thank fucking christ. Well, it was all provoked by me and Nigwad but, none-the-less, it's finally over. The night before I moved out, I met the love of my life. He's everything I've ever wanted in another human and I've never been happier. I've cut out all the bad in my life and am focusing on all the good. Oh.... so,

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1092753409021708902004-08-17T10:35:00.000-04:002004-08-17T10:38:19.060-04:00

Hehe.... this is my favorite muffin film! http://www.muffinfilms.com/psst.html

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1091911753039687532004-08-07T15:53:00.000-04:002004-08-17T04:17:21.903-04:00

So, I went to Warped Tour yesterday. AWESOMENESS!!!!!!!!!! The only thing that upset me was when I realized that Simple Plan and Story of the Year weren't in Camden. It was cool though. I was in the front for Yellowcard and that made me happy. Yesterday was the first time I was in a mosh pit and the first time I actually made my way to the front to see a band. It was the best thing ever, at least

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1091762962943962522004-08-05T23:28:00.000-04:002004-12-10T17:53:36.816-05:00

I realize that I have been putting a lot of lyrics on here. Well, when you can't find the right words to say, there's always music. My day started off the same as any other day, awake at 2pm and out before Nigel comes home. Well today, he came home like 1 minute after I walked out the door. He was having trouble with the guys at the auto-body place and ended up not getting his car fixed. We are

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1091564713764038792004-08-03T14:41:00.000-04:002004-08-17T04:57:28.600-04:00

On a scale from 1-10 yesterday was a 2. My body is so worn out from lack of proper sleep, anxiety, not eating right. Then, to top it all off, I just found out that Chris was arrested and sentenced to 10 yrs. for carrying 2 lbs. of marijuana. That's just pure fucking insanity right there. I'm gonna miss him. That's it, I'm upset now.

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1091046511634628782004-07-28T16:00:00.000-04:002004-08-17T04:58:31.410-04:00

Three Days Grace "(I Hate) Everything About You" Every time we lie awake After every hit we take Every feeling that I get But I haven't missed you yet Every roommate kept awake By every sigh and scream we make All the feelings that I get But I still don't miss you yet Only when I stop to think about it I hate everything about you Why do I love you I hate everything about you Why do I love you

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1089670339855308382004-07-12T18:11:00.000-04:002004-08-17T05:00:00.076-04:00

This is the second time today I'm opening this page. I don't know what to say at this point. This will be the last of few entries I'm going to write since I will hopefully be moving soon. Things are really not that bad around here I just think that this will all be for the best. I know that I'm doing something wrong with my life and I know that people are being hurt in the process but, better to

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1088548200889479092004-06-29T18:29:00.000-04:002004-08-17T05:00:21.366-04:00

The Used On My Own See all those people on the ground Wasting time I try to hold it all inside But just for tonight The top of the world Sitting here wishing The things I've become That something is missing Maybe I... But what do I know And now it seems that I have found Nothing at all I want to hear your voice out loud Slow it down, slow it down Without it all I'm choking on nothing It's clear

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1088118917898028432004-06-24T19:06:00.000-04:002004-08-17T05:01:19.390-04:00

Dashboard Confessional The Brilliant Dance So this is odd, the painful realization that has all gone wrong. And nobody cares at all, and nobody cares at all. So you buried all your lover's clothes and burned the letters lover wrote, but it doesn't make it any better. Does it make it any better? And the plaster dented from your fist in the hall where you had your first kiss reminds you that the

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1086754274300046992004-06-08T12:11:00.000-04:002004-06-09T00:12:59.186-04:00

I've been so miserable the past couple of days and I don't know why. I think it's because I feel like that old person who sits in the park and feeds the pigeons for 12hrs a day. What the hell kind of life is that anyway? I talked to my sister's stepdad today. She seems to be doing well. They haven't found any cancer lately and she spends the weekends with her old foster family. I'd also have to

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1086592390124836582004-06-07T03:13:00.000-04:002004-06-07T03:13:10.126-04:00

Do you ever get the feeling like everything around you is a sign but, the signs have a tendency to point you in different directions? That's how I feel. Everyday I am reminded of what will happen in months to come whether I am watching a movie, listening to old men read the baseball scores aloud, or coming across a commercial. Then, in one instance, it's all taken away because you slowly realize

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1085639802655486742004-05-27T02:30:00.000-04:002004-06-08T22:32:19.430-04:00

I haven't written a post in a while so, I figured I should at least have one for this month. Where to begin is more the question at this point. Things are very up and down. I have 2 jobs now and I'm not getting along with my roommate. I was giving the opportunity to move into another apartment in my building and I'm going to try and do it. I think it will make things a lot easier on everyone.

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1082094143101312072004-04-16T01:42:00.000-04:002004-05-24T14:22:48.360-04:00

If only you knew.

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Again....... I was in bed. I have not been able to sleep for a few days now. It's like, I'm tired so, I lay down and as soon as I close my eyes, I start thinking about shit that I'd rather not. At one point, I was able to sit in front of this computer and write anything that's on my mind. Now, I have to pick and choose what to write about. The biggest thing on my mind right now, I am wasting my

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1079507563059866662004-03-17T01:43:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:15:30.963-04:00

Well.... I was in bed. For some reason, I have Neil on my mind and it's been impossible to sleep. I'd like to think that he really is doing better. After all that time I spent fighting with him to get help, almost 3 years later he finally has. I hope he stays out of trouble this time. I'll write more later.

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1078901070632883172004-03-10T01:43:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:16:56.603-04:00

How stupid I must have been to think that you actually cared. That is just a thought in my head right now. Other then that, I had a pretty good day, I guess. I woke up and cleaned half my apartment, and I talked on-line for a little. I had to go into work for an hour because the one girl threw up and then I had to come home and cook dinner. Nigel and I had Nick and Dana over for shrimp. We

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1078643860353748362004-03-07T02:17:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:17:14.936-04:00

I just finished watching SLC Punk, again. Funny enough, every time I watch it, I think to myself, "If the character of Stevo were a real person, I would be in love." (hehe) Anyway, other than that, it has been a pretty long day. I've been trying really, really hard to not be a bitch lately but, today, I could try no more. Do you know what it's like to be really good friends with a person who

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1078590341277011082004-03-06T11:25:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:17:33.986-04:00

Life Is a Joke Even with you laying next to me, I don't feel good enough for you. Sure your rich, cute, and you have an amazing smile but, none of that means anything when it comes to my heart. Are you coming or going? I can't decide. I should never have given into you, when your words of love can be so harsh. What do you want me to do? Bite through my tongue until it bleeds through my shirt? I

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1078463944180026282004-03-04T23:53:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:19:26.863-04:00

The next couple of weeks are going to be rough. I've only been working 6-12 hr weeks, I owe Nigel's mom $120 next week before the bitch moves away (thank-god) and Nigel has Spring Break next week so, that means he'll only be working at Redners. Money will be tight for like, oh... the next month. This sucks. Now, I have to try and convince my mom to give me some money. (Fat fucking chance!!!)

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1078313889461490752004-03-03T06:43:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:18:15.333-04:00

This is going to be another post of random, irrational thoughts. Just so you know, the only thoughts that I post on here are the thoughts that I feel comfortable discussing. This has nothing to do with my previous post at 11:41. Thought 1: It is in my opinion that life will never be the way that anyone wants it to be. Why can't life just be this perfect, flawless vision of love, respect, trust,

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1078288994159247392004-03-02T23:41:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:23:13.526-04:00

If you could hear the thoughts in my head, would you run from me?

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1078041614724914192004-02-29T04:49:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:19:45.896-04:00

Looking over my blog, I really didn't write that much this month. Last month, I wrote a lot but, I deleted most of it. There was too much .... history in there. Bad history. Capricorn Lovescope - Week of Feb. 23, 2004 The preparation you have been doing will pay off this week. You have been doing a great deal of inner processing during the past couple months. You have been carefully and

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1077532900849057752004-02-22T23:57:00.000-05:002004-05-25T02:47:57.306-04:00

Well, I've had a good day so far. (not really) I didn't wake up until 4:40. I didn't hear my alarm go off. Thank-God I was waken up by the phone ringing or I would have slept all day and night. When I got up I cleaned, made dinner, watched Requiem for a Dream, and talked online for a bit. I swear, when I get offline, there must be a loud beep around the world that goes off cause my phone starts

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1077445708148834252004-02-22T05:44:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:20:40.880-04:00

DAMN MY INSOMNIA!!! All I want to do is go to bed but, I can't sleep. (I have a lot on my mind.) I realized tonight that shit will happen whether I want it to or not. I mean, I knew that before but, now I'm like, "Well, .... fuck." What else can I really say? At the moment I'm just sitting here listening to Jake's fight with a robot. He somehow got started talking to a robot online, I don't ask

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1077428966948838912004-02-22T01:11:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:20:54.550-04:00

My day did not go as badly as I thought it would. I was waken up around 12 pm by my sister and then I fell back to sleep until she got here. She was here for like 3 hrs, maybe. I dunno. I talked to Trista for a while, watched the movie SLC Punk, took a shower, and went to Hess. I came home around 11, hung out with Patrick for a while, and now I am talking to my friend Jake, who is talking to a

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1077360674134131852004-02-21T07:00:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:21:09.636-04:00

This is like the 5th time I've opened this page and I'm not closing it until I write something. Ok well, I guess my day wasn't as bad as it could have been. I was waken up this morning by none other than my favorite pain-in-ass. So, right from the word go, you know my morning wasn't that bad .......... I sat on the computer forever trying to think of something to write on my blogspot, it never

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1077265084155264012004-02-20T03:50:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:21:38.330-04:00

I'm really bored so, yes, I am posting again. I can't seem to sleep. I had this weird kind of vision. It was something about zombies? ..... snickers bars? ..... vampires? ........... um, i don't remember. I think I ate to many tacos. I mean, I am getting hungry again but, it might explain the vision. Although, the pictures Patrick showed me earlier could be the cause of my vision too! Scary. (jk

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1077259480930284892004-02-20T00:37:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:21:59.700-04:00

I was trying to post this poem on another web page and it wouldn't take because it was to big. So, I am going to post it on here. You should know something first, I don't share my poems with ANYONE so, if you happen to stumble upon this, FEEL FUCKING SPECIAL! Also, just a minor note, this poem is about no one that any of you know, so don't even think it. I wrote this poem almost 3 yrs ago. The

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1077171359303665452004-02-19T00:13:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:23:42.936-04:00

Well, I tried and that's all that counts right?

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1077065662856797682004-02-17T19:54:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:24:01.106-04:00

Today is a emotionally disturbing day. I have my time of the month, I'm very upset that Patrick is leaving soon, and now, I can't get a hold of Trista. My week sucks so far. It'll all be OK though. Next week, I'll be feeling better so, hopefully everything will better. I don't feel like writing anymore. This Ruined Puzzle This ruined puzzle is beige with the pieces all face down. So the placing

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1076965212672466452004-02-16T16:00:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:24:43.443-04:00

Since I've gotten a good night's sleep, I feel a lot better. I figure it this way, whatever will be, will be. I'm not going to talk about it anymore. Anyway, my day is getting better. I finally got a hold of Timmy. I told him about everything that's going on and got his input. He said basically the same shit I said last night. Everything happens for a reason. He'll be over here later and then we

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1076921916043429322004-02-16T04:19:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:25:00.893-04:00

OK, this entire section will probably not make sense to anyone. At the moment, my heart is breaking. I wish I could find the words to express how I feel. Let's just say that I have a tendency to fall for the wrong guys, obviously. I don't think I found the right guy yet but, you never know. Well, lately, I've really only had one thing on my mind and Trista says that she doesn't understand why I

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1076864491300178272004-02-15T11:31:00.000-05:002004-02-15T12:04:07.076-05:00

Where did I go wrong? At this moment, that is the only thought in my head.

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1076664627663784022004-02-13T04:55:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:25:26.470-04:00

This post is going to be a totally irrational train of thought. Well several, actually. My last post was at 1:58 which was like 3 hrs. ago. I have been laying in bed, trying to sleep until now. I have a lot on my mind. Thought 1: Timmy, Margie, Nana, Kerry, Paul, Ryan, Bev, and Mike. I wonder how they are coping with my uncle's passing. I have been meaning to call but, I don't usually have a

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1076655468429706112004-02-13T01:58:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:25:47.890-04:00

My day has been........ long. I woke at 1:30 today, I actually didn't want to get out of bed today, went on-line for a little, and went to get my check. I spent most of my day alone, no surprise there, and I tried to get some people over here earlier but, obviously that didn't happen. Tomorrow, I gotta clean. Trying to keep up with this apartment is like swimming against a river current some days

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1076637393973316372004-02-12T20:50:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:26:11.873-04:00

Last night I had a really odd dream about Patrick moving back to Boston. I don't really remember what happened in the dream all I know is that I woke up covered in sweat and my face was streaked with tears. I know that he was gone in the dream but, that's all I can remember. The reason it struck me as odd is because we don't really have that kind of relationship. I mean, don't get me wrong I wish

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1076522569622441912004-02-11T11:58:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:26:29.093-04:00

Yesterday was my uncle's funeral. I really didn't want to go and still now the only reason I went was out of respect for him. I didn't want to see his lifeless body or be just another person in a room full of strangers that are standing in line to comfort MY family. I felt so horrible and so out of place. At one time I was part of their family but, not anymore. Anyway, I'm done talking about it.

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1076396222170839292004-02-10T01:59:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:26:45.300-04:00

I feel like one big bubble just waiting to be fucking popped. I am on the edge of my seat about this viewing and I can't sleep. I mean I've been ok so far and all but, tomorrow will be my breaking point. When I see him laying there, lifeless, and I realize that this will be the last time I will see his body, I'm gonna freak out. This is the man that took care of me as a child and comforted me as

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1076359519476795002004-02-09T15:46:00.000-05:002006-02-12T15:38:45.130-05:00

As you well know, my uncle has passed on and tomorrow will be his viewing. I have to say that I'm a little nervous. The last time I went to a funeral where someone I was close to WASN'T supposed to die, I totally freaked out and cried uncontrollably through the whole viewing. These days I'd have to say if it weren't for Patrick, Nigel, and Hess, I would loose it. I haven't been sleeping very well

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1076210939853792702004-02-07T22:39:00.000-05:002005-09-04T17:48:26.070-04:00

On Wednesday February 4th, I got word that my uncle had passed on. He was a good man and more of a father to me then my own. I used to spend every weekend at my aunt's house. Every once and a great while I would go to work with my uncle and help him out. He used to tell me that I was like his daughter and that he loved me dearly. On my wedding day, he was going to walk me down the isle. So,

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1075735099069653782004-02-02T10:18:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:27:46.553-04:00

I haven't written in a couple of days so, here goes. Friday, I started my first day of work and it was very interesting. It turns out that this guy who I like at Hess, trained me and decided to ask me out for dinner. Seeing as I have enough problems right now, I said no but, maybe another time, just as friends. So, we'll see how that goes. Saturday, I watched my brother and sister so my dad and

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1075483493158432242004-01-30T00:25:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:28:05.793-04:00

Alright, I feel better today. I just came back from a job interview and I start today, YEAAAAAAA!!!! I'm so happy. I thought I was never gonna find a job. It may take like 2-3 weeks until I get a decent pay check but, it's better then nothing and I can work my way up. I'll be making $7/hr which, I haven't made since like, ummmmm, June. So, I have every reason to be happy plus, Nigel doesn't have

Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228362126794326871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347288.post-1075182206746886102004-01-26T23:00:00.000-05:002004-05-24T14:28:23.510-04:00

Yesterday afternoon, Nigel and myself received word that his grandmother had passed away. I was sleeping and I had no idea that he had received such saddening news. Around 5-5:30 he had tried unsuccessfully to wake me from my sleep. Around 6:30 he managed to rouse me after giving me the news of her departure from the living. I felt so helpless. As I held him in my arms, I kept thinking in my head

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