One year lease

So I moved into my own apartment this past December, and I signed a one year lease. Uh oh! Seeing as I've only been here not even four months yet, and I'm planning on leaving already...sooo what do I do about that? I mean it's not like I can just hand him a check for 6 thousand dollars. Gggrrrr...which reminds me..I still need to put the money in the bank from paying my last rent!

Upside down and backwards emotions

I was laying in bed last night..well..this morning really because it was after mid night. I couldn't fall asleep because latley ive been on a nocturnal clock. I was laying there playing with my phone, looking through all my pictures..and drawing in the sketch pad..and going through my gps finding random places I'd never even heard of before. I was bored I guess..then I put my phone under my pillow and closed my eyes. Do you ever get to that point where there's nothing on your mind so you start thinking about the most random things ever? Well..that's what happened...I started thinking about a bunch of scary movies I watched a few weeks ago..and that wasn't good, because then I started moving around alot..in fear that something was going to grab my leg, and I kept kicking because the blanket would bunch up at the edge of the bed, and I didn't like looking down and seeing a big mass at the edge of my bed. I'm superstitious and afraid of the dark. I know..you get over your fears of the dark when you're a little kid, but me, no..I'm still wicked afraid of the dark..and almost 19.

So i finally stopped thinking the boogy monster was in my ear when I took my phone out again and started going through the apps again. It distrated me you know? So I'm looking through my pictures again and  randomly started crying, not like balling, but like I had a few tears rolling down my cheeks..I think it was because I was thinking of the move..I'm excited but i'm gonna miss this..even though a good majority of the time I hate it..I'm going to miss it none the less.

After crying I was still going through the pictures and I came upon a picture that aaron sent me..it was of me..but he had altered it...the picture was originally a side view of my face, but he made it look like it was a front view..it looked so funny..I looked like a jack-o-lantern. I died laughing. I was still crying, but I was laughing too..odd..

So then I put my phone back under my pillow and close my eyes again...and started thinking of the way people have been treating me latley and I got so mad..like I was ready to jump out of bed and flip out...

It was so wierd..I went through such an odd emotional change in just like an hour..laying in my bed..lol..

Who on God's green earth am I?

So I just got back from the social security building..or the Hastings Keith federal building I guess it's called..whatever..I went there because in the transaction from moving from Aaron's parents' house to my old foster mom's brother's house..I seemed to have misplaced it..either that or it's somewhere in a south carolina hotel..so yeah..I went to the building and first you empty your pockets into..what they would call buckets..but I would call dog bowls..I know that's what they were because when I worked at the vet..those were the bowls we used...ok..side tracked again..sorry...so..I empty my pockets and put my bag on the belt..blah blah..I'm not a terrorist..I'm good..they give me my stuff and I go in the room on the right. After getting my number and waiting for like two minutes..which was awesome..they call my number..Ok cool..this should be easy right? Wrong! What's your social? ######### Can I see your ID and birth certificate? I hand the lovely lady my ID and certificate and there begins all the problems; the adress isn't the same, the middle name isn't the same..the parents on the birth certificate aren't the same. Ok, what do you want from me..I'm an alien..So she asks me what my parents' names are..I say..i have no clue...She says where were you born..I say I have no clue...She says what was your old middle name...I say I have no clue..She says sweetie..what do you know..I say "Well..I sign by Fatima Tavares, everyone calls me Mia..my last name used to be either Cardoso or Cardoza, and soon enough i'll be signing by Canario" She says ok, we'll figure this out.. You do that =) And I leave half an hour later with a paper that says if they find that I've lied about any of my information I can be summoned to court. Great..if only I knew who the hell I was...there would be no problem...

Subjects 1-3

1.      Ugh..so...rent was due today..I havent payed it yet because I have to get to the bank and deposit the money..I have some of it in cash and some in checks...blah! Well..there's like a ten day paying span anyways..so I'll get it to him..like tomorrow..or the day after..maybe..lol..

2.      So I still have the bubbles in the wall...yeah bubbles in the wall..The last few days that it'd been puring all day and night..my wall and ceiling decided it wanted to piss on my bed!! i called the landlord..he sent someone over to literally poke the wall and say "K well..someone else needs to come"...that was a week ago..still nobody else has come. Rraawwrr.

3.      Omg! I'm totally in love with Dolly Parton and her song I will always love you (the one that everyone thinks Whitney Houston came up with)...but as it seems..I found the exact version I love on On Demand..but obviously it went away..and I couldn't find it on You Tube..you know..she has like 50 different versions..but that's the one I wanted..no other...wellllll!!!! I totally just found it..like literally 3 mins ago..and I saved it as my home page..It drives me crazy...in a good way...If I weren't in public right now I'd be belting out to it..AMAZINNGGG!!!

Here's To...

I've actually got so much to say..so much I wish people would hear, people would understand, people would listen to. But I sit infront of this screen and nothing comes out. I haven't the slightest clue where to start. I mean I had every intention on getting my story out, but now I can't find it. Does that mean that it really just doesn't matter any more? Like I went through it, I survived it...and that's it..no more? Who cares? Because latley that's how I've been feeling. I used to want everyone to know why the heck I am the way I am..because it's been questioned before..but now...I'm just like..ugh..I let it go..it's over and done with and as long as the people who it involved don't come around then I really don't care to live by it.

I'd love to be able to say I'm starting over, but as my experiences have told me..there's no such thing. I mean...is there? Ugh...what everrrr...here's to starting somewhere different...here's to forgetting the past to my best ability...here's to being optamistic

Grey's Anatomy

Last night I was watching the second season of Grey's anatomy on my laptop..which by the way, if you're one of those people that can't stand watching movies on a small screen such as the 14" laptop I've got..you'd hate my life..I don't have a tv..haha.. Anywhoo...I was watching the episode with the train colision. That one brings tears to my eyes no matter how many times I watch it. I mean gosh, it starts off with poor Meredith getting stood up..well...ok...she waits for like seven hours...ok..less..but I obviously don't have the real time, I just know she was there forever. Anyway..she's waiting there for McDreamy to show up and sweep her away. Does he show? Of course not, because he supposedly doesn't want to give up his old life in one day. If you ask me, that was a crappy excuse..I mean he moved from New York to Seattle..so obviously he was getting away..he ignored all her calls..forgot all about them and started over with his new life and Meredith..never mentioning being married...so yeahhhh he was giving up his life..what's the differenc now? So..Meredith gets paged because of the train incident..and misses him coming in. He shows up bout 20 mins after she leaves..figures. So after that quite depressing situation there's Donny..the girl who was stuck with the pole going through her and the other man..yes "through"...she was on one of those cute blonds you just have to take care of..you know? Like..easy to love..cracks jokes to cheer you up..and you laugh because she's trying so hard..not because the joks was funny..well...you see..it came down to her and the man stuck on the pole with her. Either she died, or he did. Of course as fate would have it she died..before they took her off the pole she asked if her boyfriend was there yet. No. So told McDreamy to tell him when he showed up..."If love were enough, I'd still be here with him". Well..bring on the tears...they pull her off...and she's all crashing and what not..and Meredith's there with her hand in the wound yelling out "You can't just abandon her..you can't just leave her"..which obviously we can tell is how she's feeling about McDreamy...so anywayyy...in the end..McDreamy stays with Addy..and Meredith goes about her depressed workaholic life and I play the next episode....gosh...what a soap!

Totally cool...I found this while searching Google..for ideas..

I found my way to the BCC library..where I do most of my blogging, because there I can bring my lap top and connect to the web. I sat at the center table and I was adding quotes to the pictures on my side bar when I felt a tap on my right shoulder.

"Help...please...me"

Great..broken English

"Um sure, what do you need?"

Make it quick I'm blogging here

"Eh..eh..I think I'm doing this"

Huh?

"This book, I'm supposed to do"

Great..foreign retard..

"Well, what page are you supposed to be working from?"

"Um..um..eeehhh..this one.."

pg 253

"Ok, well it has six steps for you to do, just follow them"

"What do I do?"

Your'e kidding me right?

"Well, step one says to go to the desktop and open paint"

"How does paint open?"

"Click on it"....."Twice"....."No, fast"...."Like this"

"I opened paint?"

Well...technically I did..but whatever

"Ok, what does step two tell you to do?"

"Um..um..draw.....a....circle....in center...of page"

"Ok, so now you just have to draw a circle"

"Which one's the cirlce?"

The round one stooge

"This one, above the square"

"I click on it?"

YEESSSSSSS!!

"Yup, and you have to draw it in the center of the screen"

"Am I done?"

"How many steps have you completed?"

"Two"

"And how many are there in total?"

"Um..eh..six?"

Finding my happy place...Peanut butter ice cream

"Yup, so now go onto step three..what does it tell you?"

"Um..choose a color....and.....fill...in the cirle"

Ok, easy enough

"What color?"

"It doesn't matter, whatever color you prefer"

"Um..um..ok..choose a color....and.....fill...in the circle..I choose color now?"

"Yeah, just pick a color"

"Ok"

Waiting for color selection

"Choose a color...and...fill in the circle"

"Look, just click on one of these colors down here, you see them?"

"Yes...you pick"

"Ok, we'll go with blue..what does step four say?"

"Eh...um..step four....click on Text button....and write your name in the center of the cirlce"

"Ok, the text button is the one with the big "T""

"Big "T"?"

"Yeah..this one..click on it"

"Ok, I clicked, now what?"

"What did the book tell you to do?"

"Um..my name"

If you ask me what your name is I'm walking away

"Ok, good, now what..what's the next step?

"Um..eh...go to file...go down...to save as...save to the desktop"
This one will be fun

"Ok, file is in the top tool bar"

"File...ok...save it? I save it?"

"Yup, save it"

"As what?"

"Anything you want"

"Um..ok...um...go to file...go down...to save as.."

"Just save it as your name"

"Ok...now what?"

"I'll bring it to the desktop for you"

"Oh, thank you"

"The last step..what does it tell you?"

"Exit paint and go to desktop and....bring it to...the recycling bin"

"Let me do that one for you"

Now, I swear to you this woman was not mentally challenged in any way..she just barely spoke English and didn't know a thing about computers.

Stimulating Conversation

The text that began my day at 8:07 am

"Vet tech full or part time 1227 Ashley Bld. Apply in person"

"Oh, ok thank you =-)"

"You gonna go"

"I'll check it out...but a position like that is taken by someone trying to get into the vet stuff..n a tech is like n intern..ill look at it"

"It said tech-assistant"

"Yeah..techs n tech-assistants would b in school training..lab work..appointments..ill check it out tho..c if they need kennel ppl"

"Just go you never know"

"Yeah i will...thank u =-)"

"Good girl"

Athletic mind

"It's not how good you are, it's how bad you want it"

Softball Splurb

The bench was barely wide enough for all of us to fit, with bazooka gum stuck to the edges and splinters sticking out of the corners. Well, what used to be corners, they were pretty rounded off. Right dab in the middle was a rather large crack, roughly the size of a pee wee baseball bat. When you were bored you could pull it up and let it go to listen for the loud smack it made when it plunged back to where it cozily fit in. It looked like Babe Ruth had once sat on the damn thing. The fence in front of our faces had been duck taped endlessly, We could barley see through the slots. They started off the size of a baseball, and somehow were now smaller than a golf ball. We all complained about the stupid fence; said take it down, we had helmets right? Oh boy were we glad that creaky old fence was there when foul balls came plummeting in our direction. Everywhere you walked inside that dugout you were stomping on sun flower seeds. And an occasional wad of gum got stuck to the bottom of your cleats and you didn't notice until you took a step and left your shoe behind. There were always those girls who were on deck but were too busy fixing their pony tails and making sure their shorts didn't go below there knees or leave a camel toe. You'd yell their names a few times and the umpire would warn you that you've got 15 seconds to get her to home plate or it was an automatic out. Coach says they're high maintenance. If you ask me they were just plain old dumb broads. You'd have the parents who'd bring their video camera's but knew their daughter sucked and made up some lame excuse as to why they weren't actually filming when she'd come running to the fence and say “did you get that?”. Like Mary Lou's mom; after hitting a line drive to the second basemen, instead of running to first she ran to the pitcher's mound. When she asked her mom if she got her dive on tape she said “Oh no hunny, your father forgot to give me the batteries.” The next game when Mary Lou could have made the best double play ever she wanted to show off her ballet skills and did some kind of Nomar twist, jump, kick, and I don't even know what the rest of it was, but by the time she came back down there were no runners on base. Her mom said “I thought I got it, but I guess I never actually hit 'record'”. And then there was Jennifer Lee, oh she cracked me up. Our first day at try-outs she asked me which hand the glove went on, I looked at it, thought I could have fun with it and told her to put it on her right hand. She missed the first drill because she couldn't seem to fit her thumb in the pinky hole. After that I finally told her it was the other hand and convinced her she'd heard me wrong. The second drill; we were all in the out field and Coach Barrett was hitting pop flies. Jennifer was right under the ball, Coach yelled out “Turn your glove!” and she did; right upside down.

We were all two months and three days away from becoming freshman. It was the first scrimmage of the summer league; our first day of being the laughing stock of the girl's softball league. Coach had taken one last swig of that funky concoction he had going on in that Gatorade bottle of his. Rather odd in my opinion; smelled like my uncle's breath when he went around kicking the cat, “God rest his soul” (the cat's), as my mother would say. Any who, after sticking his bottle in between the chain links he'd run out to the third base line, never looking at the opposing team's coach, (probably in shame of the constant humiliation) and wait to give us the signals. Did anyone use those signals? No. Most of the time Coach would put some out there and some stooge would step out of the box and stare at him with their eyes squinted then make their way over to him and he just told them. Did they do it then? No. It was always jerk around real fast, give Coach that pucker fish face and say “Whoops, I forgot”.

Mind Splurbs

John and Jane Daugerty

John and Jane Daugherty. She was a month older than him. Both were 16 when they met and 18 when they fell in love and got married. Now, they were 83 years old; married for 65 years. The nurse came in and told Jane she needed to change her husband's bedding. John had been immobile for quite some time now, and Jane was there every day with her husband, arriving at 7:00 a.m. and leaving at 9:00 p.m. It was routine for Jane to tell whatever nurse was on duty that she did not need them to do so; "I can take care of my husband, thank you". She would take the sheets from the nurse and proceed to change his bedding. She would tuck him in and open the shades to let the light in, once he was awake, say "good morning" and kiss him on his forehead. John had a hard time remembering words so most of their days were spent silently. Jane would sit on his left side, in the rocking chair she brought from home. With her right hand on his arm and a book in her left. She was on pg 47, paragraph four when she floated off into a day dream:

It was a Thursday morning. John had gone to the local floral shop and picked out a single white rose with a red ribbon for Jane. He placed it on the passenger seat, and headed to his yearly physical. After a half hour wait and a 60 second meet he was told he needed a neurological examination. It was a brain tumor. Surgery was immediate. They spent the following three months going in and out of hospitals, examinations, testing, group counseling meetings, and therapy sessions. Jane argued with doctors about where John should reside. She'd thought it best he be at home, the place he put so much of his heart and soul into making it what it was, with his family and his friends. The doctors told her he would be better in the company of medical professionals. Jane would lecture them about how it wouldn't make a difference; "My husband is going to die either way, we know that, so why not let him live the end of his life as he wants?". They had come to an agreement; John could stay at home as long as a nurse could go to their home once a week and examine him. A month had gone by with four visits and John began to lose track of time, forget names, stumble on flat ground, and slur his words. It had become inevitable that John were to be moved into the hospital. He had now been there for two months.

After changing her husband's sheets and sitting in her chair with her book on her lap unopened she heard a rather loud continuous beep. Johns heart rate monitor was showing that he was having a heart attack. John's body flinched slightly as his breaths became shorter and rapid. Jane contemplated calling out for help or hitting the emergency button, but then she thought of unplugging the monitor. We've fought long enough. Why suffer any longer? She sat in her chair as if suffering from paralysis. The beeping stopped, and became one drawn out tone. As John lay in his bed motionless Jane opened her book and fished a pen out of her hand bag. The sound of the heart monitor faded in her head as she began to write on the inside front cover:

At 18 when I took the hand of John Alan Daugherty I vowed to never fail him, to never look down upon him, to never doubt him, to never pressure him, to never hold him back, to never question his reasoning, to never lie to him, to never wander the world without him, to never love another more than him, to never spread his insecurities, to never cry without his shoulder, and to never live without him.

I failed him when I told him I did not want to move away from my home to be with him. I looked down upon him when he quit school. I doubted him when he returned. I pressured him into a job he did not like. I held him back from the one he wanted. I questioned him when he stopped kissing me goodnight. I lied to him when I told him I despised him. I went to England without him. I fell more in love with my selfish self. I told his insecurities to my judgemental friends. I cried in the shower.

There is one more thing i vowed to my husband. I told him I will never live without him. He is dead now, and here I am, breathing normally, the blood is flowing through my veins, not ready to stop. But i must keep my word to my husband. For he has kept his to me. He simply vowed to me; never to walk away from me, always to forgive me, and never to stop loving me. He has kept his. Regret does not live in my heart any longer.

John Alan Daugherty died of a heart attack on December 14th, 1996 at 1:08 p.m. Jane Amber Daugherty died of an overdose on December 14th, 1996 at 1:38 p.m.

"The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean"

I'm fancying a good book; one involving a world even more complex than our own; one

with characters who's lives are nothing even remotely close to ordinary; a book that will teach

me a lesson, open my eyes, make me laugh and make me cry, make me think, make me

wonder,

motivate me and even scare me away.