umm, i can’t really think of anything right now. but my husband used to eat funyuns and chocolate milk all the time. i thought that was strange.

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p.s. – i apparently had spelled “funyuns” incorrectly, so now i’ve changed it. and i’ve thought of something that i eat that might be a little strange. i like to get a baked potato and mix it with chili. mmmm, good.

i wanted my last name to be hyphenated (maiden – married) but my husband “wouldn’t let me.” so i give him shit about it, but i really don’t care that much.

i don’t like to cuddle at night in bed. girls are supposed to want to cuddle and hug and all that stuff but i just want my space when i sleep.

i have great ambitions in life about being a politician or a business woman but mostly i think that if all i ever did was stay home and take care of my kids, i’d be fulfilled.

i want to go back to college, not so much for the degree but just because i honestly like learning new things.

i’m scared to put my daughter into daycare because i’m afraid i will have separation anxiety and she won’t.

there is a line in the b-52′s hit “love shack” that goes, “i’m heading down the atlanta highway, looking for the love getaway…” and i lived off of atlanta highway back in georgia. i can do a really get kate pierson when i’m singing karaoke.

if i could only pick one piece of food to eat for the rest of my life, morning, noon, and night it would most definitely be ice cream. the hard part would be if i could only pick one flavor.

i once lived off of spaghettios for three months straight.

when i was seven, i was attacked by my neighbor’s 200 pound rottweiler and had nightmares about it for years afterward. today, i can’t get enough of big dogs, the bigger the better.

when i was in grades 6 – 9, i went to a performing arts school. there were about 300 students in grades 6 – 12 and everyone either played an instrument, acted, or danced. we were a bunch of freaks.

i love the show alias. i have rented all the dvds from netflix and can’t get enough. if i could have one wish in the world it would be to have alias return to television.

i love the harry potter books so much that sometimes i wish i went to hogwarts. i was sad when i read the last book.

i am a virgo and i read my horoscope everyday but i never think that it will actually come true.

i tend to be very loquacious if not downright garrulous.

i have to say, that all-in-all, this has been a very good week for me. at least on xanga. i think i’ve finally figured out how to work the system, in terms of getting more visitors but as far as featured posts go, there is no rhyme or reason. i think that as long as you write a post hoping that it will get featured, it usually won’t (with the exception of baldmike2004′s xangapedia entry). i’m up to 48,000 credits. yes, i know, i am a loser that spends too much time on the internet.

almost everything is set for our move. which, is excellent. and the hard part now is packing up (again) and actually driving cross-country. once we’re there, i’m not moving for love or money.

ehhh, i’ve got nothing of any real importance to say. what’s new, i know. here’s to hoping that this week is even better than the last and that warmer weather is actually on it’s way.

she loves timbits. she’ll be sad when we leave, because there are no tim horton’s in phoenix.

i’m from phoenix. born and raised. love it there and am going back in a couple of weeks. this is posing so many problems that i don’t even know where to begin.

in february 2007, my husband and i packed up our baby, our puppy, and everything we owned into a penske rental truck and drove across country to athens, georgia. i hated it at first. i absolutely abhorred everything about the town. but we had a great apartment. a ridiculously great apartment, if i say so myself. and only now am i realizing how fucking fantastic it was. when our lease was up in february of this year, we decided not to stay because while we loved athens in the end, there were no career potentials for either me or the husband. wanting to save money, i thought it would be great if we moved in with my parents. one minor problem.

my parents live in canada. you can’t just up and move to canada and think you’re going to be able to get a job or go to school or really do anything other than look around and go the hell back home. i wish i had known this three months ago. actually, six months ago would have been nicer. so now, we’re living in my parents’ semi-basement with the few possessions we didn’t sell or give away (in boxes no less), completely skint, and having to face the reality of driving 2250 miles back to the city where i am originally from.

everything in this scenario is a major problem. we have a two-year-old and no money. we have no jobs and no money. we are struggling to find an affordable apartment (that isn’t the size of a closet), in a decent area, and for a decent rent and we have no money. we had to ask his dad to cosign on a (potential) apartment because we have no jobs and no money. he wants to go back to school and work part time but still, we have no money. can i emphasize enough how little money we do not have?

the biggest problem i’m facing here is that for the last two years, i’ve been a full-time mom and homemaker. it’s been really nice, i have loved everyday with my daughter. but i have horrible social anxiety (which is why i love the internet) and returning to a place of employment seems to be my impending doom. the worst part about that is my family doesn’t understand and they think i’m lazy. in fact, the other night my mother completely destroyed me in about a half an hour, telling me how ungrateful and inconsiderate i am.

before this post becomes rfl;ndtr (which is, btw, ridiculously fucking long; no desire to read) i will end saying that i know i can get through this. i understand that life is hard sometimes. but my point is i’m scared. i’m 22 and although i’ve “got my whole life ahead of me,” i can’t see much beyond tomorrow. and it doesn’t look there are any pony rides or barbie dolls in store for me.

thanks for listening (reading). if you have any encouraging words, i’d love to hear it.

you would think that with xanga having as many users as it does, it would be impossible for me to run out of things to read. i’m sure it is. but i’ve run out of things i do want to read. so this is why i’m going to do the following:

i will give you three minis of your choosing (and yes, even the 1,000 eprops one) if you give me three good reasons why i should do so.

keep in mind, this is completely at my discretion. though, i won’t be stingy mini-whore if you actually take the time to comment. i guess i just don’t want someone to say, because i’m awesome, i’m hawt, and i’m too sexy for my shirt. though that might be kind of funny.

you have 24 hours. go.

ooh, that’s a good one. the commercial i hate the most, but actually don’t see anymore, is the “head-on, apply directly to the forehead” commercial. it was always on during/after one of the shows i watched all the time. apparently, they have expanded their line of products and have added subsequent commercials. who knew it would be so popular?

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things have not been going that well for me. i don’t really want to get into it. do you ever feel like you’ve been run over by a semi? that’s how i feel right now. i’d love to say, “at least things can’t get any worse” but i know that if i did, the floor would fall out from underneath me.

let’s say i was in a street fight. well, i got jumped from behind and held down while someone repeated punched me in the face. then, when i was lying near unconscious on the floor, i got kicked in my stomach until i was really out cold.

now, i’m just laying in the street playing dead. maybe tomorrow it will be safe to get up and wipe the blood from my mouth.

As much as I like to complain about how everyone seems to be a big dee these days, and believe me, I do like complaining about that, I have to admit that there truly are signs of intelligent life on the internet. And it isn’t just quasi-intellectual bull about sexual politics or organized religion but instead pure writing genius that is rife with metaphors and allusions that I can’t even begin to imagine.

That’s when I realize I’m one of the dee-de-dees who doesn’t have much going for her in the brain cell department.

One of the things I do to cheer myself up after I realize that I’m dumb is I think about all the people who are dumber than I am. And I could go on to say a whole bunch of clever things here like, “I’m smarter than G. Dubya because I don’t make up words and I got a higher SAT score,” but he did manage to get elected. TWICE. That counts for something.

Rarely do I think of all the things I do have going for me, because quite frankly, the things I did have got going long ago. And I can’t even say that I’m old and I’ve lived a full and happy life. Because I’m 22. I try to keep it positive though and not think that I peeked, so to say, when I was 19 but I am just going through a minor downward trend. Read, I got knocked up and am now a slave to the incessant, shrieking cries of a mercurial dictator, otherwise known as my two-year-old.

It’s never truer than when it’s written in the mud, ignorance is bliss and you’re not as smart as you think you are. In less of course, you know 15 different ways to insult someone without ever tipping them off to the fact that you are indeed calling them an idiot.

it’s my new word. and i checked. i googled it and everything. no one else has used this word. and so it is mine.

doesn’t really mean much, in fact, nothing at all. but with all the xanga-fever that has been going around, it was inevitable that i would catch a little of it.

so many featured posts keep talking about xangalebrities, the xangapedia, xangamon, and well, attention whores. but you gotta love a good attention whore, merely for the purposes of entertainment. they exist for a reason.

so, now that i have invented the word–which by the way, is monopoly, only with xanga in the beginning–i guess that would mean it’s time for me to invent the game to go along with it. but honestly, i don’t have that much creative energy. basically what i’m saying is that i’m waaaayy to lazy to do that.

i find it hard to write an honest post these days. i feel like i have to write the right things but i have no idea what that would be. the funny thing is, the only person judging here is me. i always feel like the things i accomplish in life are never good enough — but the truth is, i never think i’ve done well enough. why do i want so much more of myself than i am giving? does that even make sense?

maybe my problem stems from the fact that i don’t feel productive even when i’m getting shit done.

aw, fuck it. i’m a neurotic, self-indulgent, whiny, pain-in-the-ass who needs to stop sitting around crying about the lack of perfection and actually just do some good in this world.

i’m pretty sure that won’t include sitting on xanga until 2 in the morning. damn.

oh and, i think i’ll go create a couple clone accounts to give me like 2.6 stars. because, i don’t think that highly of myself. duh. and that’s about all this post is worth anyway.

you know, country-hopping isn’t as easy as it looks. after selling most of our possessions and driving 1200 miles, we’ve realized that this move might not have been the smartest thing to do. it probably wasn’t the best decision we could have made, but i felt like we were backed against the wall.

all that said, we might be returning home sooner rather than later. it all just feels like a big let down.

but i’m still praying things will turn around.

i just had to edit this post.

i decided to take a look at the featured question. ALWAYS a bad idea. but i guess you learn something new everyday, right? well, did you know that most people feel productive when they get stuff done?

i don’t know if i should laugh my ass off or just bang my head against a wall for that one.