Many people have already seen this in person (and it’s technically now Tuesday) but Jenn’s Photo Meme Monday was to post a picture of something you’re proud of. This was my first encounter with designing something that was actually going to print (I don’t count the Ray Scott poster at Warner Brothers, I wasn’t aware it was going to be printed beforehand). I’m only taking baby steps but it sure feels good!

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I think I can safely say that I’ve spent a large percent of my life being a somewhat happy person. Despite all that has gone on and everything that me and Eric have been through, I always managed to look on the bright side. The more I grow, the more I’m noticing it’s getting hard not to dissect everything that happened once upon a time. I stay pretty caught up in it.

Today my grandfather mentioned that I’m tender hearted just like my mother was while I sobbed to him over the phone, because I just wasn’t sure how anything was going to work out. I’d been out looking houses, found one I really liked, and made an offer that was $10k higher than what he suggested. I went ahead and did it though, because I just want a home to live in. I just want to be comfortable with where I live, I can’t recall a time that I’ve ever felt like I was at home in my own house. Ever.

I had called to let him know that someone had offered higher than me, so he could stop shitting his pants, pronto. Somehow the conversation wound up in a different direction and was quite possibly the scariest conversation I’d ever had with him. I tried to explain to him that it can only mean so much to me considering the circumstances. That makes me feel awful in ways because I know there are people in the world who will struggle, or have to work hard to get something I’ve just been given. Throughout my life, so much emphasis has been put on THE MONEY that I feel as though the reason for it has been completely overlooked. I would give every cent of it just to even know what they were like.

But I think maybe he understood, or maybe I’ve been misunderstanding all along. He said that he doesn’t care about it, he just loves me and wants me to be happy. So much has gone on… I don’t know how credible that is, but I admit all I ever wanted was to be loved. I’m feeling much better. I’m not sure what that weight on my back was, but it’s definitely lighter. I don’t think I’m going to make a better offer on today’s dream house, though. Maybe next week.

p.s. - Modest Mouse couldn’t have been better to isten to while writing this.

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I don’t care what or who you ask, no day can be a good day when you wake up to a phone call informing you that your car is going to cost $3,000 to fix because Wal-mart is the antichrist. Buy some more of me merchandise! Yes, that’s right. I’m pointing the finger at WAL-MART.

I did manage to make it through the day without jumping through a window, surprisingly. That’s just… such a bummer. THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS? That’s probably half, if not more, of what that car is even worth.

This was originally going to be a real post, but while searching and searching for pictures of my beetle back when it was youthful I ended up finding tons of pictures from 2005 that I felt were worthy of being added to flickr.

One hundred and sixty-four to be exact.

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I don’t care how bad of an idea I actually think it is, or how saddened I am at where the Simpsons wound up, deep down I’m a little too excited to see this.

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Please visit the recently updated FAQ page. I finally got around to hunting down a script so that the asking and answering of the questions can be easy. Now please, ask until your heart’s content cause I’ll be honest, the page is in need of some real questions.

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1. Deliver me the news that my car is pretty fucked up, with a bent A frame and a drive shaft and something or other else. Mainly, that it’ll cost a good $1000 to fix most likely, if not more.

2. Crush my hopes of buying a house. For some reason when someone implies that I’m just not going to make it, it really hurts me. It never fails that everytime I see my grandfather, he goes and makes me feel like shit for wanting to buy over renting. But, for some reason I actually care what he thinks, it makes me second guess my decisions. But I always end up thinking, “Psh. Right. I can do this.. why can’t I do this?” And I can.

3. Make me feel as though going to college, the one thing I really pride myself in, was a waste. That just because it’s expensive, it is not worth it. And since I’m already working in my field while I’m still in school, there’s no need to finish. I disagree and I don’t think that way. I love Graphic Design. It’s something that I’ve worked hard at and I love every second of it. It doesn’t feel right that someone can make me feel bad for bettering myself.

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I was really excited for this weekend because after all the craziness going on at work, we got a three day weekend this week. Those are my absolute favorite because not only do I get a third day to sleep in, but that also means the week ahead is shorter than normal, meaning Friday is closer than it usually is.

But of course, the greatness of being able to sleep in for a third day this weekend got shot down by snow. Yes, it snowed yesterday, all day and I had some grocery shopping to do. My speakers got installed in my car while out in the snow which meant I was frozen by the time that got done, so we came home and waited for a while before going to the grocery store. Well, because Wal-mart is the anti-christ and that’s what I get for shopping there anyway, I slid in the parking lot into the curb. At a glance my car looked fine, no damage showed.. but when I tried to drive it, something was wrong. It made me real sad, I broke my damn car.

So now, it’s sitting all by it’s lonesome in the Wal-mart parking lot. I just hope the poor thing can get fixed like, now. I had things to do tomorrow, like get pre-approved for a loan on a house. You know, important things that I’ve been putting off for way too long now. I finally get off my ass and now, THIS.

THANKS A LOT.

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