youth and beauty don’t guarantee happiness, no.

“Graduation Countdown” is a series of personal posts about my thoughts and feelings in regard to my upcoming graduation from college. This is the second installment.

time is precious right now. i have three weeks until i graduate. this is crazy. it’s overwhelming. i don’t know what to do about it. i don’t know how to respond to this situation. i don’t know how to feel or what to think. do i cry? do i smile? do i scream? do i go out and do a bunch of crazy things while i’m still a college student? i’m trying to use my time wisely. i’m trying not to waste it. but i don’t know what that means. i don’t know what that entails. what do i do?

today i went for a walk. i wish i could spend this time sharing it with all the friends i’ve made over my college years, but that would be impossible. i have no one here to share it with me. i’m alone. facing my past and regrets and facing my future and uncertainty. alone. i guess that’s part of the reason i don’t know what to do. i wish i had somebody here to share this brief period of time with. this fragile, emotion-packed, short-lived period in between the pseudo college world and the real one.

but i don’t. it’s just me. alone with all of these things swirling about my head. there are a lot of people in the world that i’m sure have never been as alone as i have been this semester. there are a lot of people who aren’t comfortable with the silence. the solitude. the itch your skin starts to get when you feel so uncomfortable inside of it. but here i sit. night after night.

anyway.

today i went for a walk. i heard loud noises. like an announcer and a crowd and some music. and i’ve learned it’s always best to walk towards such sounds on a college campus. on previous occasions, it’s lead to outstanding concerts and memorable moments with friends. today it lead to a football game. all by myself. i didn’t have my wallet or my ID with me, so i sat on top of a hill outside the stadium and half-way watched the game. more so, i watched the people around me. middle aged adults walking by all decked out in dawg gear.

i wondered if they had found some kind of sense of community, belonging, or meaning here that i missed that compelled them to come back all dressed in maroon. did it feel good to come back? or did it feel sad? did they feel anything at all about this place when they were my age? or did they feel the emptiness i’m feeling now? are they trying to fill that emptiness years later with expensive logo sweatshirts? or has time filled that emptiness with a nostalgia and rose tint i have yet to understand?

when i think about it, i’ve been in in this town for one year and six months all together. that’s 18 months total. in the grand scheme of things, that’s really not a long time at all. i’m digging through the sand in the back of my mind and trying to scrape out some sense of presence. some memories. some fulfillment. some purpose. but it’s all just sand slipping through my fingers. i can’t seem to grasp anything at all. i hate that.

i should have written more. i should have done more. i should have climbed further out of my shell. things to keep in mind for the future, i guess.

anger. loneliness. cynicism.
things that slip out whenever i write.

Dear Diary,

      Well diary I have finally decided to take my single-ness into my own hands and attempt to delve into the waters of internet dating! To be completely and utterly blunt – internet dating has been a little bit of a crap-shoot diary. Now before I totally taint your mind and turn you off it let me explain why I am about to give up and buy a boat load of cats.

       Lets begin with Johnny. Oh diary how my hopes were raised when I got a nice, sweet message from him! After some emails back and forth I decided he must have some redeeming qualities why not give him my phone number! After a few innocent text messages we decided to meet!  After only exchanging pictures and texts I have to admit diary I was a bit hesitant but figured what would I have to lose! As the door to his apartment swung open and my eyes surveyed the damage I was actually pleasantly surprised! I noticed right away he was free of acne and head-gear and was in possession of both his eyes and a mouthful of teeth! As the night progressed I realised quite quickly Johnny wasn’t the man for me. Maybe it was the fact he had a tattoo of spawn (with 7 fingers I might add!) or that he dressed up as the enchanting fellow from ‘Dragon Ball Z’ and took part in anime conventions – but something screamed virgin! Over the course of the days and nights that followed our first rendezvous my phone lit up like Rockefeller Centre at christmas – oh the texts, and calls! two or three in the course of 10 min! Oh Johnny, thanks but no thanks.

     Diary, after my first experience, one would think that I would have taken my toys and gone home! But I guess I must be a glutton for punishment. Next on the list of prince charming-esque men would be Ace. My dear sweet diary! With a name like Ace we can only be trading up from my last date!  How wrong was I! During the preliminary interview process I learned that he was a DJ! Oh a DJ – diary, this fellow must have some discernable talent!  That little nugget of information coupled with the fact he spins records was almost too much to handle! And before you knew it I was heading into East Van to meet my Ace. Now when  Ace walked around the corner and hit the lobby of his building I just about died. I was actually about to ask how he obtained the pictures he has posted on the internet – because diary, and I say this with the utmost respect – he looked like a keebler elf. There were so many questions – how did he escape from the keebler forest?! Where did he find the delightful neon green and yellow track pants he was wearing!? And most importantly I didnt know elf’s took interest in ‘house’ music! Needless to say our ‘date’ was less than exciting and left me craving cookies.

     Oh what will I do?! OH wait I know! Stop meeting ridiculous people on the internet you say!?  And so my dear diary I have to put to rest my foray into the wild and wonderous world of internet dating. Good riddance! But diary if you know of any middle-aged balding red-heads that may or may not be into anime please pass along my information! Until then I will be preparing my home for the 13 cats I will soon be in possession of.

with love and respect my diary & confidant,

xoxoxox Miss Singleton.

Yet another catch-up post, I really need to get back into posting regularly..lesseee…

Well I’m the Mom of a 22 freakin year old kid. When did that happen? Geez I swear it was five minutes ago he was just a toddler. Of course I am only getting younger by the day (hahem).. oh wait maybe that is just more immature by the day…

We’ve got to find a night that works for everyone to do the Family celebratory dinner-fest thing-a-ma-jig but one of these days. I fully expect it will be the Keg once again. All of the boys in this family choose the Keg. When it is my turn I’m gonna shake things up a little.

Miss Cinny Three Legs has adapted fully to being a tripod and is back to her devilish self. She does forget her affliction now and then which results in some funny/sad moments of skidding, falling over and stumbling but she recovers like a pro. The hair is near grown back, the line of demarcation in the fur is a lot less distinct and really nothing dulls her pretty.

What hasn’t changed is her being a total Daddy’s girl. Whenever possible she plants herself on Tom and he being the suck puts up with it. Even when in comes to her making herself at home on the laptop keys.. and typing for him.

How hard is it to say no to this face though. She’s so cute when she’s quiet and relaxed. A state we don’t see often enough.

In other news my working from home days are over which is really too bad. I have to say the amount of work that I have cranked out in the last year or so I was home full-time was amazing and the level of concentration it affords is fantastic, but I don’t have a choice in the matter so I guess I’m back to the 9-5 (okay actually 7:30 – 3:00) grind of regular work days. Adding the commute back into the factor means I’m sticking to my actual shift hours these days. It is rather depressing to drive to and from the train to work in relative darkness I have to say. Will be glad when the days start on the getting longer routine.

My office is near the waterfront in downtown Vancouver otherwise known as Olympic nightmare central so the time leading up to February should be “interesting” to say the least. I did a bit of a walk-about to check out the new Trade and Convention Centre West building where the media of the world will be planting themselves for the lead up to and duration of the games. I remember when the pile drivers were driving us nuts back when they started the over water portion of this building. Looks to be pretty nice though.

Here it is the then shot (2006):

and now:

It is still completely behind fences and guarded pretty well but I’m guessing it is fairly near completion

Out in the water on a barge are Olympic Rings in Coal Harbour set up to mark the 100 days until the start of the games and are lit at night.

I’m not looking forward to the circus, especially having to commute and work in the middle of it all. The commuter rail I use will be one of the primary modes of transportation for those attending so needless to say I’m expecting it to be hard to get on/off the trains for a few weeks in Feb =(

The weather for practically the entire month of November has been nothing but rain, rain and more rain. The odd time that the sun peeked out was very welcome, especially when it provided some really pretty sunrises. Far be it from me to not take a photo or two of them. That little pocket cam I take with me everywhere sure comes in handy.

I’m done my Christmas shopping finally, though a few are in transit waiting to be delivered from the online portion of my shopping. I mean apart from one I may have to take back but that’s still up in the air. I am planning on starting the wrapping process this week and will have some pressies ready to go under the tree when it goes up next weekend. I prefer the look of a tree with presents underneath it don’t you? I am the kind of person that wants to rip the tree down as soon as the presents are gone from under it.

Tom has a weekend off so we’re just hanging out and relaxing. It is nice to not HAVE to do anything for a change. I could get used to this. Come on Lotto!

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With one part of me looking on in stunned disbelief, the rest of me has moved on to online shopping. Yes, I know that I am a Neanderthal, but I never trusted things that I could not see, feel, try, stroke and grope before buying… and now I sound like a perv. Ahem. Well, things have changed. Blame it on the bags.

Because of bags, I have bumbled my way onto several discount-luxury sites. Today I’d like to talk about one of these sites, called Reebonz (apparently pronounced ‘ribbons’, which I can’t quite bring myself to do; I have the same problem with the word ‘herb’). It’s a Singapore-based site that sells designer brands at slashed prices, in online sales that last only two to three days each. It can do so because it sells “overstock of off-season apparels, handbags, accessories and shoes” (I am quoting from its Help section). What brands? Quite a lot – Tod’s, Ferragamo, Cole Haan, Bottega Veneta, Prada and Miu Miu have all made appearances (be still my beating heart). How discounted? Quite a bit – up to 40% off Bottegas and 70% off Coach jewellery.

Also, being a Singaporean establishment, the local deliveries get done by seven days from the end of the sale, for a small fee of S$9.90. They take Paypal and major credit cards, some of which allow you to pay in installments.

The million-dollar questions are, obviously, is the stuff authentic? And does it actually arrive?

I don’t know yet. But I’m going to find out quite soon.

Earlier this week, I saw, to my delight, a Kate Spade bag sale at up to 70% off. I had been obsessively stalking the official Kate Spade site for a couple of weeks and knew what I wanted. I didn’t expect to see current bags on Reebonz, and indeed I did not, but there were still some beauties there. And guess what – I bought one.

One more time – I bought one!!!

Heh. I don’t know the actual name of the bag (Googling skills not sharp enough, clearly), but it’s a shoulder tote with a long adjustable strap, in croc-embossed red leather. From the front it’s the shape of a tall trapezium, almost square, elevenish inches high and tennish across. It’s got two compartments that look like an accordion from the side. There’s a turn-lock closure with ‘Kate Spade’ written across the locking bar. If anyone can tell the actual name from this half-assed description, please put me out of my misery. Addendum – I have found out what it is! It’s a Carlsbad Vanessa, small and double-gusseted. The Internet rules.

So I’ve paid S$399 – no, minus the S$50 credits for signing up, so S$349 -  for this bag. I can’t remember the exact original cost, but I think it was over S$700. That’s a pretty good saving. With it I could get a… Longchamp Le Pliage…?

(Bad girl, Katie, bad, bad!)

I’m waiting to see if it will indeed come, and in the form of a bona fide Kate Spade, which I intend to study the characteristics of soon. If it does, then I will proceed to heartily recommend Reebonz to anyone who might be interested. This needs to be done, because membership is strictly by invitation only. But I refuse to spread the infection until the site has actually delivered my stuff to me.

Which, by the way, makes it even madder of me to have succumbed to a Coach Soho Pleated Leather Large Flap Bag in Walnut as well, three days ago, again for S$399, down from the original price of S$675. The savings could get me a pair of Stuart Weitzmans or a nice Junior Drake bag from another site…

My new Brown Bag For Work... if it really arrives. Note the absence of Giant C's, which I absolutely loathe.

Dear Mr. Manx, if you happen to reading this part and haven’t fainted yet, well, um, uh… look, dead bird! <runs away>

We’ll see what happens by the end of the week, which is when my Kate Spade is supposed to arrive. The Coach will take a few days longer. Watch out for updates!

The title of this blog is an awesome person.

2012 was fbgdrbtwejhkl

I smoked a cigarette, partially.

And that’s my day.

Something is wrong with my mind. I pre-cog stupid possibilities of future events because I think about EVERYTHING. Every dumb little consequence of every dumb little trigger. I day dream so much about the good, blissful things. I am over-anxious over the obscure uncertainties.

MOST days, like of recent, I’ve been living in peace. I quit thinking about the destructive and just go with how life functions. But that isn’t really how life manifests. Life should be synonymous to hardship, right? (well of course, not entirely. also the after effects, being happy, etc)

I seem to at terms with my ability to be coy at absolutely everything I do. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, but when it comes down to being lazy or actually working, I used to be the overachieving lie-none work ethic is god kinda chick. I kinda miss her. I LOVE to work. I come from a working family. I am born to. It’s in the genes. Yet for some reason, the other half of me loves to relax. Love love loves to chill, to do nothing, to not concentrate, to ease into life slowly. It’s almost parallel for my love of sugar: I love sugar, all types, the candies, the pastries, the baked goods, the god forbidden high fructose corn syrup. The con: they lack in fiber! I also love fiber. It’s delicious (im weird) and healthy for my digestive system (i have quite an unstable one)

Anyway, the main point of all this blurb is that I am extremely ludicrous for thinking that I can do not so steady in my classes and still have UOregon reject me and then have myself write a profound, meaningful appeal to them backed up by excellent extracurriculars and a dramatic comeback spring semester. ITS NOT SUPPOSED TO WORK LIKE THAT. jshadgjsagd

Something is wrong with me,

I can never concentrate no longer

And I wish I could fix it as such

Because I DO have goals in life.

I want to succeed.

It’s 11:30pm on a Friday night.. I’m sitting on my bed with my laptop on my laps writing this blog post. Norah Jones’ “Don’t know why” is playing in the background. I have a smile on my face thinking about someone. I feel like actually writing a diary entry on my pink diary with a pen right now but I guess I’ll do that before I go to bed later

The smile on my face starts with the guitar that is in front of me. I got it as a “surprise(?!)” gift early from my boy friend today Then my thought drifted away to think about how sweet he has been to me. I’m not just talking about how he gave me a present. In fact, that’s no more than just a starting point. What he said and he has done, how he responded to me and where our relationship is at right now.. those thoughts are all adding up to this big happiness on my face

I will talk about my love relationship and my thoughts on love in detail later when I have more time~ I just got distracted by watching youtube videos of this amazing little guitarist lol  He’s now 13 years old and started to play the guitar when he was eleven. It’s hard to believe he only played less than 3 years when you listen to him playing. Apparently, he has been famous for more than two years now.. only I didn’t know about him ’til today lol Well, his name is Sungha Jung. Check this talented young boy out:

So yeah, not an update here for a while.  The end of the school year is here, I got the flu and I have been in a pissed off mood.  We will leave it all at that and just get on with life I hope.  I have more or less banned myself from the only bar I go to because I can not stand some people anymore, they make life worse then high school.  But the future could be brighter, I am staying home a lot, spending less money .  So life yeah.

Life makes a music, a slow tune that throttles the bad things and lifts the good, though it never distinguishes which one is which. And then there are those moments where it pocks up and swings a quick little jig into the moment and you missed it before it ever began. You are the one who makes this music so make it however you wish and share it with those you want to, but quiet it around those that make bad music for they shall taint your song. Written 11-27-09 while I wrote papers.

I want to say so much
but words cannot simply describe my feelings

I know the distance is hard,
but I’m satisfied that you have me in your heart~

Thank you for everything ` `
Even when I refuse to take your compliments, you keep telling me them
You say the sweetest things ever and it melts my heart every time`~
You are so patient with me, I know I may be frustrating to deal with at times…I’m sorry
Most people won’t waste their time for me because I’m so annoying and whiny Thank you for putting up with it.
Your smile brightens up my day“ you’re my sunshine on a rainy day ~ that clears up the gray clouds above me~
You always find a way to make me laugh even when I feel like crap that day….I just can’t help but burst out giggling
You always support me through everything…I know you’ll always be at the finish line waiting for me
that’s the only thing I’m looking for…you
I absolutely adore your voice, I love falling asleep talking to you…
but of course you always fall asleep or get tired first (:
““
You’re the first person I want to tell everything to when something special happens to me~
I know I’m shy but I’m working on it~
Thank you for understanding~
“`
You are probably wondering ..why is that I worry about your health?
I just don’t want you to be injured or fall ill
When you get sick…it just gives you more stress..you’ll feel like crap
and I’m sorry I can’t be there to take care of you“
I don’t worry about you finding someone new…
you know the old saying “If you love someone let them go”
As long as you’re happy I should be too right?
If you stop loving me one day..I just want you to tell me..
and don’t feel guilt
Because I’ll learn to pick myself up again
I shouldn’t stop you from chasing your own happiness
I just want the best for you even if it’s not me.
~~
I know you worry about me too
Yes I have a lot of guy friends and a fair share of secret admirers..
But I don’t see any of them in my future..
I’m really picky when it comes to friends ..
I’m even more picky when it comes to a boyfriend
I’ve made my mistakes and I fell so hard…
Now that I am able to walk again I don’t want to make the same mistakes
I don’t want to be so gullible“ I don’t want to give everything away
because what if they got every part of me? and than get tired and move on to another one
Most of them want the physical part of me and not the inner part
I act like an asshole sometimes because I really want to find out if they love me unconditionally
There is always going to be ups and downs in a relationship…
and if they can’t take my comments than they just don’t belong in my life.
A lot of guys think that buying me stuff will make me fall for them
They try to be there for me all the time but it just feels so fake..
I’m simple
I just want someone to listen to me and comfort me
I just want someone who will give me a few laughs when I need it
I just want someone who I can run to and feel safe
I just want someone who will accept all my flaws
I just want someone who doesn’t break promises
I just want someone who loves me unconditionally
I don’t judge physical appearances
I am not materialistic..
I don’t want to be a fucking slave…

Love may be a simple word to say ..
but for me it’s hard
I won’t say it if I don’t mean it
It makes my heart jump…
and butterflies flutter in my tummy~
when i say it~

..and I’m happy to say ..I’m not infatuated
..I’m in love with you.
and i just can’t stop falling deeper in love with you
My paradise isn’t in Hawaii or the Bahamas..
Instead..being in your arms would be paradise to me

I may be living in my own world…
I think fairy tales do happen
I believe in something most people won’t believe in
Dreams will turn into reality
~I know it will`~

This morning when I went out to let the chickens out of the coop into their run, like I do every morning around 10:30 or 11 am, I found our first egg sitting in the sawdust on the floor of the coop! It was all I could do not to race back to the house waving it in the air and shouting “Egg! Egg!” at the top of my lungs. As it was I did call t! quite loudly to show him our prize:

It’s small, which is normal. Young chickens start by laying smaller eggs, and “ramp up” to larger eggs. Here’s a comparison shot with an egg we bought from Hans at the market last week:

I’m hoping that the hens will start to lay in the nest boxes I made for them out of a couple of wicker baskets (I didn’t have enough spoons to build boxes out of spare plywood).

I need to try to find a couple of wood hen eggs to “seed” the nests with in hopes that they will figure out where they are supposed to be laying. Last time I went looking, I hit four different craft shops and the closest I could find were a couple of round wooden doll’s heads – since I know some people use golf balls as substitute eggs, the shape might not matter overly much.

Doesn’t that look like a cozy spot to settle down and lay an egg? The chickens didn’t seem to think so. They scattered the shredded paper all over the coop and knocked the wooden ball under the feed bin. Every morning I search for it and put it back into the nest box in hopes that they will eventually get the right idea.

So our little flock is doing well. Their diet of organic layer mash is supplemented by all our vegetable peelings and any other food scraps that they will eat and are safe to give them (pretty much everything except tea bags and leftover chicken):

And Chief, the head rooster, has been spotted doing his thing with the hens, which bodes well for some of the hens eventually raising their own chicks.

For now, I’m just thrilled that it looks like we’ll have our own fresh eggs all winter, and probably enough to pass on to family, friends and neighbors as well.

hết 20-11 từ mùa quýt rồi h mình mới viết entry , hâm thiệt

thường thì 20-11 là một sự kiện ko mấy quan trọng trong đời mình vì bản thân vốn là 1 kẻ vô tình bạc nghĩa, việc đi thăm thầy cô lúc nào cũng ỷ lại và lớp trưởng hoặc cha mẹ ><

Năm nay em Loan học cùng lớp đồ họa ở Skillgroup mua hộp bánh Donut Doco tặng thầy, nhưng thầy vốn đã yếu lại thích ra gió , hôm trước mở tiệc đú đởn thế nào mà đến T7  lại ốm không đi dạy 2 đứa đc, lại ko gọi điện báo trước báo hại hai đứa lếch thếch đến mất công mua hộp bánh. Em Loan đi xe buýt sợ cầm bánh bị nát nên nhờ mình cầm hộ, cứ tưởng hôm sau CN mang đến ngay ai dè hsau thầy nghỉ nốt. Bánh để lâu sợ hỏng nên thế là mình chén thay thầy. Bánh để lâu hơi khô nhưng vẫn rất ngon, tóm lại mình lời hé hé

đã suy nghĩ , đã đắn đo mãi ko biết có nên bảo lưu ,giữ tiền và ra đi luôn ko. Vì cuộc sống hiện tại giống địa ngục quá, còn nhớ khi học lớp 8 mình muốn bước chân ra khỏi nhà khi 18 tuổi , nhưng h đã bước qua tuổi 23 mà mình vẫn cứ ở nhà. Muốn ra đi, muốn trải nghiệm nhưng vướng chuyện học hành liên miên nên vẫn cứ ở nhà mãi

nhưng hôm tối T5 đến lớp học buổi đầu tiên lại thấy khát khao đi học, gặp lại bạn bè, xem bài vở lại không muốn bỏ học

Buổi đầu lại học nghiên cứu thiên nhiên, ngồi làm bài nét và chấm tơ ram

I’m not sure if Kel remembers a comment I made on her blog about Sakae Sushi and how a few of us were sniggering – possibly a tad loudly – at the Caucasian guy behind us who was wading through five plates of edamame. Well, this week, we were at Sakae Sushi again and we saw the same guy, and he was – you guessed it – wading through another five plates of edamame.

I do wonder if suicide bombers ever considered using methane.

hari ini Idhul Adha

Gw berdoa agar mama disembuhkan dan diberi kekuatan…

Tapi Allah berkehendak lain

Tiba2 papa minta salah 1 dr qt untuk ke Padang…mama dah susah nafas dan ga stabil T.T all I can do is crying.

Tapi sialnya pesawat penuh semua. Akhirnya hanya Riki yg pulang. gw ama abang br pulang besok jam 6.10.

Berdoa agar Allah menyehatkan mama kembali dan masih bisa hidup lbh panjang lagi….amiiiin…

sampai saat ini…gw masih mencoba menahan tangis T.T

What is my legacy? What will I leave upon this earth? Does it even matter?

I want to write a story.

Alice in Wondrland inspired me.

What I want to write is a literary nonsense fantasy fiction novel, where there is no main protagonist or antagonist, just an everchangeing story inwhich the characters are all intertwined somehow.

I now realize that no matter how amazing this story may be, no matter how many lives it could could touch or even save, no matter how this great story will go down in history, it will never be my life.

Isn’t that what all writers want? Isn’t that why they write? To pretend, to fool themselves, to make themselves believe, even if for a moment, an instant, that they ARE the chracter, their life IS the story.

If only.

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You know that old saying? ‘You always hurt the one you love?’ Well It goes both ways.

Yeah, bye.

<3

Dear Diary,

     Oh happy day! My cousin has just become engaged! Diary I am overwhelmed with excitement - new shoes! Obviously at any moment in time I try and turn it around and make it about me! Well diary not only will I be getting to participate in the beautiful nuptials of two people but if all goes well I may be $600 richer! Now diary you are probably asking yourself – how could one become in the possession of $600 just over an engagement!? Well let me travel back in time so you can better understand how this has all come to be!

      This past summer I found myself ripe with anticipation! I would be leaving the mainland for a couple days to recharge my “batteries” – and most importantly visit with some out-of-town family members! On the night before I was to make my grand exit from “real life” I called my mother – routine call to check in! After the preliminary Q&A period had ended I asked about Randy, my cousin’s new boyfriend that was coming with her to meet the Canadian contingent of my family! I should have guessed at long pause my mother made before answering that this fellow was an amazing individual! She really didnt delve into specific’s but told me that it’s better if you just meet Randy in person. Well diary I was flabbergasted! This man must be an all-star if my mother – my gossip loving mother wouldnt put in her two cents about him!!

      As the next day rolled around my anticipation to meet Mr. Wonderful increased exponentially! All day wandered aimlessly almost without purpose! I chewed my fingernails, twirled my hair and even sucked back two extra cigarettes to keep from exploding! It was almost night fall when I boarded the ferry – having worked all day I was a little on edge! As I walked along the old rusty gang-way I had to control each and every step I took! What would it help if I ran and pushed past these five  people who obviously have never been taught the proper walking rhythm!! The boat isn’t going to go anywhere or any quicker to my destination!

    10 cigarettes, 2 coffee’s and 1 enthralling conversation with a palm reader later I was finally walking off the iron giant! As most of my patience and socially acceptable behaviors were left in the third stall on the Queen of Surrey I ran to my car! I tried my hardest to avoid striking children down but, did they not know I had people to analyze and margarita’s to consume!? It was a long 1hr and 10min drive but I managed to slowly settle myself – I didnt want Randy to think I was a complete lunatic!! I sauntered into the house with an attitude that screamed – “ya i’m awesome, what of it?” As my eyes slowly scanned the room for him – I realized he wasn’t anywhere to be found!? How dare he – after the stress he put me through – to not even have the fortitude to show his face – did he not know who I was?! Oh diary I was beside myself when I learned he had gone to bed! Another 12 hours before I could finally hear his angel’s voice against my ear drums – oh cruel world!

    The night continued on without incident – whenever Randy’s name was mentioned I would hear low chuckles followed by the sound of mock snoring. My goodness diary – would tomorrow never come?! After a restless sleep - I woke to the smell of bacon and eggs! I dressed quickly and in my haste forgot to put my glasses on! I stumbled down stairs and almost instantly noticed a large figure sitting at the kitchen table that I did not recognize!! I smoothed out my hair, which had organized itself into something the lead singer of ‘flock of seagulls’ would envy, and sat down across from him.  He raised his eyes to meet mine, let out a small chuckle and took a header into his pancakes! Diary I almost died! Was he hurt? Was he dead? Was he having an epileptic fit of some sort? Whatever it was – I needed to assist this poor man! But before I could jump into action he sat up, face covered in syrup, and asked earnestly “what just happened?”  After my heart resumed it’s normal beats per minute – my cousin informed me that poor Randy was in fact suffering from narcolepsy. NARCOLEPSY!! I had hit the joke jackpot diary.

    Over the course of the weekend Randy fell asleep mid throw during our Beer Pong game, right before the boat was to take off to take him wakeboarding, and mid turn during a rousing game of solitaire. Oh bless his heart diary, and my cousin – oh what a strong woman for loving such a man as Randy. Which brings us to the engagement and subsequent bet I have with my fellow family members. When will Randy fall asleep or have an “episode” – I have done some research into the cause of said “episodes” and my money’s on: while my darling cousin is sauntering down the aisle. Whether I win or lose – at least I will be able to stay awake for their special day.  Until we meet again sweet, tired and incoherent Randy.

with love and respect my diary & confidant

xoxoxo Miss Singleton.

from spring 2010 ready-to-wear

i’m going to portland to see little bro from dec. 10-13.