ikarit: (tenrose/ all smiles)
( May. 22nd, 2008 07:53 am)
Okay, now I really must update as it is getting to be a Thing. A thing where I don't update.

Last time I posted, I was in the middle of a bad week, but that's been passed. Dad's had his surgery, and now he's pretty much all better! Still not at work, as he's a mechanic and he can't do his job if he's on restrictions, but he'll be back to work in a week or so. He just has to get a few more tests done this week, and then get the results before he's got the okay.

And it was my birthday last Wednesday! It was really fantastic. I got bombarded by cakes and brownies and made myself sick four days in a row. And the day before my birthday, I went to the zoo with L and her boyfriend. The zoo!

To understand my excitement about the zoo, you must understand I've been making noises to anyone who would listen about going to the zoo for the past five years, at least. So when L messaged me a few weeks ago and said, "want to come to Cincinnati with me so I can visit my boyfriend--and by the way, let's go to the ZOO while we're there," I admit to squealing and bouncing up and down in my chair.

I would've gone to Cincinnati anyway, but not with such enthusiasm, which was probably L's goal. I got to see turtles. I love turtles, and I even got a new necklace with a cute little turtle charm. I've been wearing it every day I can get away with it, which is most days. Yay for turtles!

So, yes. Good times! And now it's off to work. Less good times, but still good times. I like the bank. :D
ikarit: (bones/ frozen pig)
( Jul. 14th, 2006 03:41 pm)
Happy birthday, Nathan! As my present to you, I bought myself a digital camera and took a few pictures of my short hair (well, okay... more of a present to myself, but it's all you're getting). Y'know, because you've been saying that you can't picture me with short hair, even though it's been short for like two years and I've shown you other pictures before.

Here you go! )

Now's as good a time as any to jump back into livejournal. I've been sporadically easing back into my old routine, beginning with going through my friends list a few days ago. I also decided that part of the reason I was so overwhelmed a while ago is that I had a lot more people on my friends list than I should've--people I haven't spoken to in a very long time.

So some people might've noticed that I did a bit of defriending--it wasn't personal, we just weren't close or hadn't spoken in a very long time, if ever. When my journal was friends locked, I didn't do it because anyone I unfriended wouldn't be able to read my journal, but now it's public and it isn't a problem. Hopefully everyone is okay with that, if not, comment on this entry. I don't think it'll be a problem. On the same token, if anyone's been wanting to defriend me and didn't do it for whatever reason, feel free now. Er, unless all your entries are friends locked... then I'd be sad.
ikarit: (Default)
( May. 14th, 2005 12:19 am)


I love birthdays. XD So, so much. Today wa--er, yesterday was Grandpa's. Yesterday as in... today... but yesterday. Errr. WHATEVER I'M NOT CONFUSED DON'T TALK TO ME. UNLESS TO POINT OUT THAT I'M NOT CONFUSED. OKAY?


Anyway, Grandma and Grandpa came over to eat dinner for his birthday, and we gave him cards. Angie was there too, since she has to work tomorrow (today?), so we were hanging out today (yesterday?). Er. WHATEVER OMG!!

I'm just really exceedingly hyper, I suppose. This is the birthday I've been waiting for since... oh, I was old enough to realize that twenty-one was the age I would no longer be held back by any restrictions of 'childhood'. I am an adult by law, if not by maturity. Yeah, this rocks.

I just really love birthdays, okay? XD I don't like presents, I don't care if no one tells me happy birthday (it kind of really weirds me out when people do, actually), I don't care if... well, there's nothing left to not care about, but whatever. I just... really love birthdays. They're YOUR day, and only yours (well, except for any cousins who might have happened to be born on the same day as you, along with hundreds upon hundreds upon thousands of other people) and it's YOUR SPECIAL DAY and no one can take that away from you. :) :) :)

I love birthdays. I am so looking forward to my birthday dinner. XD We're going to Damon's! Barbequed ribs! Strawberry dacquiris!

...okay, that's about all that's exciting about that. But still, my birthday dinner! It's a happy day. Or it will be once I go to bed and wake up in the morning, anyway. Especially since Jimmy's been on his class trip to Washington D.C. since like... Sunday, and he's coming back tomorrow morning. :) :) :) I missed my Jimmy muchly! He's getting gigantic hugs when I see him.
I LOVE SPRING. So, so much. I love the cool breezes and the smell of green grass and leafy trees and flowers and blue skies and the feeling of newness all around. This is my favorite season of all... summer is too hot, fall is too orange-y and full of death and winter is too cold and bare. Spring is everything perfect in the whole world. XD

It's a very nice day outside. Why do I always have to work on the nice days? It's like a curse.

Yesterday before work, I filled out the appeal sheet for BGSU. I wanted it to be perfect, because I'm an obsessive perfectionist when it comes to things like that, so the three or four times I had to strikeout a word because I skipped a letter (comes from writing too fast, yet too slow) really pissed me off, not to mention the time I ran out of space and had to go off the edge. AUGH. I really hope they don't take those things into account. Or at least think bad things about my mental abilities.

Then when I came home for lunch, I had my acceptance letter from UT. Wheee~! I have to fill out and send in my housing package as soon as possible, just in case. I've already got it all filled out and everything, and Mom bought envelopes yesterday (I was getting annoyed that I had to go to the post office every time I wanted to mail a letter), so I'll probably send it out today on my way to work. There's a mailbox right on the corner of the sidewalk by the entrance to J.C. Penney's, so it'll be easy.

Aaaaaand, my birthday's in six days. Wow, this is pretty neat. Soon I'll be 21~! I'll be able to drink~! I'll be a year older (boo)~! I love my birthday so much. Most people like their birthdays because they get presents, but not me. No, not me~! No one ever gets me anything I really want for my birthday, so presents are just blah. And whenever I really want something anyway, I just buy it myself at that moment. I'm not one of patience. I just love my birthday because... it's my birthday. I love the date (May 14th~!), the turning a year older, the... er... well, there's not much else to it. Anyway, I love it! I'm not getting any presents at all, because Mom bought me a jacket a month or so ago, and I told her that if I want clothes or something for school later, that can be my birthday present. Like, in July. Heeeeeee.

We always go out to eat on special holidays and stuff, so my party will be a dinner wherever I choose. I'm having trouble deciding, since there's nowhere I really like... I'm a simple eater. I told Mom I'm going to get something alcoholic to drink. She rolled her eyes, but said strawberry dacquiri! I think she's right, that sounds good. I guess.

Why am I such a klutz? I've got four lovely purple bruises on my thighs at the moment, and that's just the ones with a larger diameter than a pencil (I've got one or two that size). I have no idea how I get them, either. I do SO MANY things to myself in a short span of time, plus I'm forgetful, so I just have no idea where any of them come from. I've got two really close to each other on the outside of my right thigh, about as round as a quarter, and one giant (mostly gone now) bruise on the outside of my right thigh, and then another quarter-sized one on the top of my right thigh, a couple inches above my knee. Why do I do these things to myself? I'm not sure, since I don't know what I did to get them... err... Probably running into doorways and banging into corners. Those are things I do a LOT, and are good for bruises. Augh. I remember a couple years ago, I NEVER bruised. Not for ANYTHING. And now I still don't bruise easily, but I'm getting lots of bruises anyway.

I'm just that much of a klutz these days, I guess, when I wasn't such a klutz back then? And I didn't even mention the "mystery" cuts I always get. Yesterday at work, I was just minding my own business, straightening and helping customers and ringing up merchandise, when all of a sudden I noticed my thumb was stinging. Yep, I had a slice right down the side of it, no idea how I got it. That happens ALL THE TIME. And then this morning I noticed I have a half-inch long cut on the inside of my forearm. It was all puffy and kind of yellow. I have NO IDEA how or when I got it. These things confuzzle me.


Now I have to go wish Mom a happy mother's day. She's like me, not much for presents, so I didn't get her anything, and I didn't have enough cash to get a card. ^-^; She still won't mind... she just likes hearing---yep, I just told her as she was coming out of her room (which is across from mine) and she ran to give me a hug and giggle. @_@ My mom is so CUTE~! The best mom evar~!

Oooh, Tiffi just got online! *gasp*

And now time to get ready for church. ^-^;


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