Life.

So my one loyal fan will probablly not be reading my blog for quite sometime, because she's had a stroke. That is right Theresa my bestfriend, my sister, my soul mate, the keeper of half of my brain, had a stroke, and in the process destroyed part of my brain, I mean what kind of shit is that, then when I talked to her she had the nerve to ask if she could borrow the other half, like I'm going to fall for that one. But no seriously Theresa is doing quite well under the circumstances, I was scared shitless, and I mean serious. It truely made me stop in my tracks. I get up every morning and I go to class and I go to work and I come home and play with my cats, if I get lucky I may get laid once in awhile (no pun intended) other than that my life is pretty uneventful. I'm in art school because I figured I might as well do it now well I have nothing else going on, because it was the one thing I always said I was going to do. Well other than be a band director and a Vegas show girl, but hey this one was reachable. Well so was being a band director but people are allowed to change their minds. The point is. Theresa does the same thing as me everyday, only on top of everything else she has two kids to take care of. We are the same age, the same height, we have the same color hair, we laugh at the same laim jokes, and one day last week she went to the doctor, because her arm hurt and next thing you know she's had a stroke and they don't know when she'll be able to take care of herself again, and oddly enough she's the one keeping me up beat. It realy should be the other way around. Theresa has always accused me of being the strong one, but she is the one that will brush off death and walk through fire without a second thought. She always comes out swinging and always ends up on top, and thats the reason I love her so much. So everyone think happy thoughts for my dear friend because I love her madly and need her desperately to heal. Yes I am that selfish. But I am sending her a t-shirt I found that says Found: 1 eye, 3 legs, no tale, goes by the name lucky. She'll love it for sure!

Hey people I'm alive.

Wow... Everyone must find it exciting that I haven't written anything in a really long time. Anyways I miss my friends, Theresa my one arm wonder, and Amy the braniac bride, and miss Shanno Banano who I don't think actually reads this. Anyways I had a break down last week, thank you to all of those you listened to me weeping endlessly into my cell phone, I love you all. I think it was the breaking point. Because this week I feel fine, once again I have managed to gain some sort of persepctive into my life and whatever. And am no longer trying to convince myself, but to strongly point out that I am making the right choices. And that my mother is right, I can quit or walk away and switch schools, majors, life goals, whenever I feel like it. None of us are bound to our positions in this world. I don't know at what point life got complicated. At what point the otherside of the world seemed so far away. I do wish I was a bit closer to Virginia, but being closer to Virginia would put me closer to Tennessee, which would inevitable get me into a heep of trouble. And although I would love to be far far away from the snow, I would miss my Yankee friends dearly.... I'm sure I will write more later. I haven't updated my poetry blog, I have lots of unfinished short stories but I may post some poems from some of my favorite people, school will be out in a couple of weeks and I am sure I will find time to crawl under a blanket with my cat and my mac and type out some crazy thoughts.