i missed the feeling
i missed the words
i missed the experience
i've been kept from the things i loved the most because i thought i loved you. you were my inspiration until you suppressed me into fear. i thought i loved you.
now i'm free. moved on. over with you. done.
i've found someone new. to treat me well. to love me.
he won't hurt me. he'll accept me.
i love the feelings
i love the words
i love the experience
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
???
It's been a bad weekend.
Sean, give me your email address, I need to tell you what happened with Vanessa and me after you left.
Conference has been really good though. I'm glad we get the opportunity to sit down and enjoy messages from our leaders.
Besides fulfilling my blogging quota, I'm doing college research. Boring but it needs to be done.
Sorry, Hannah. I will get you those pictures soon. And thanks for going along with my weirdness when I needed to get my mind off of things.
More creative things to come...
Just not right now...
:)
Sean, give me your email address, I need to tell you what happened with Vanessa and me after you left.
Conference has been really good though. I'm glad we get the opportunity to sit down and enjoy messages from our leaders.
Besides fulfilling my blogging quota, I'm doing college research. Boring but it needs to be done.
Sorry, Hannah. I will get you those pictures soon. And thanks for going along with my weirdness when I needed to get my mind off of things.
More creative things to come...
Just not right now...
:)
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
(New Story Part 2)
For those of you who need an update, read the first part of this before you read part 2.
Fantastic, I thought, This is the perfect time to find out I'm living in a creepy old house that supposedly was "exciting".
I sighed, picked up the final box filled with miscallaneous items, and walked back inside.
Before I get too ahead of myself, I guess I'd better share the story about why I'm here. It's not extremely interesting, but it is the reason why I'm here.
About a year ago, I graduated from Ashland University in Ohio with a degree in journalism. I thought it would be easy to get a job after that; I was wrong. I had the degree but not the experience, which was what all of the best newspapers wanted. It looked like I only had two choices: be an intern for a while, or stp way form the bigger newspapers and take a job for a small town paper for a while. I looked at both options and realized that I couldn't afford to be paid on an intern's salary for a couple of months. It paid too little. I accepted my fate and started looking for jobs at a small newspaper.
As soon as I found a job that would be flexible ough for me, I packed up and left Ashland and came here. Sure, it was a step down from where I wanted to be, but hopefully, after a while, I'd have enough experience to move on to better things. After all, everyone has to start somewhere.
Out of all the small town with newspapers, Ottoville seemed to be a good pick, and the town was only three hours away from where I grew up, Cleveland, Ohio.
All in all, I was excited. I needed some more changes to take place. I found a small house with an amazing rent price and moved.
This is how I met Jason. As any good gentleman would, he asked if he could help while I was hauling boxes into the house. He was cute. Very cute. I'd be crazy if I said just said, "no thanks." That how we got to talking.
Fantastic, I thought, This is the perfect time to find out I'm living in a creepy old house that supposedly was "exciting".
I sighed, picked up the final box filled with miscallaneous items, and walked back inside.
Before I get too ahead of myself, I guess I'd better share the story about why I'm here. It's not extremely interesting, but it is the reason why I'm here.
About a year ago, I graduated from Ashland University in Ohio with a degree in journalism. I thought it would be easy to get a job after that; I was wrong. I had the degree but not the experience, which was what all of the best newspapers wanted. It looked like I only had two choices: be an intern for a while, or stp way form the bigger newspapers and take a job for a small town paper for a while. I looked at both options and realized that I couldn't afford to be paid on an intern's salary for a couple of months. It paid too little. I accepted my fate and started looking for jobs at a small newspaper.
As soon as I found a job that would be flexible ough for me, I packed up and left Ashland and came here. Sure, it was a step down from where I wanted to be, but hopefully, after a while, I'd have enough experience to move on to better things. After all, everyone has to start somewhere.
Out of all the small town with newspapers, Ottoville seemed to be a good pick, and the town was only three hours away from where I grew up, Cleveland, Ohio.
All in all, I was excited. I needed some more changes to take place. I found a small house with an amazing rent price and moved.
This is how I met Jason. As any good gentleman would, he asked if he could help while I was hauling boxes into the house. He was cute. Very cute. I'd be crazy if I said just said, "no thanks." That how we got to talking.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Freaked Out
Yesterday, something really bizarre happened. I still don't quite know how to react to it, but I think I need to share it.
So everything was going normally. I went over to my friends house and we played a murder mystery game. (It took FOUR HOURS!)
We finally finished up, my character was the murderer :/ by the way, and I started to go home. A truck pulled out in front of me and just happened to go the same way I was going. A couple minutes later, I was still behind this truck. We both turned right at a stop sign to go down 2600 North.
Well, the next thing I know, he pulls over to the right, and I keep going straight. So then he pulls back out into the street right behind me. That's when it got weird. All the way down 2600, he was riding my tail. I was going slightly over the speed limit, so it couldn't have been that I was going too slow. Then I started freaking out. I turned onto my street and into my driveway only to find out that he was right behind me.
The only things that were going through my mind were What the hell? and Oh my gosh, he's going to kidnap me! I just froze and stayed in my car. In my rear view mirror, I saw him get out of his truck, and he started to yell something at me. I mustered up enough courage to open my door to see what he was saying.
"Nobody dogs me!" He screamed. Okay, well first of all what is 'dogs'? I just assumed it meant following him. Second, I was not behind him long enough for him to even jump to reasonable conclusions that someone was following him.
I just sat there confused. "I didn't do anything. I was coming home from my friends house."
His response was, "Nobody dogs me!" With that, he got in his truck and left.
I was stunned and scared. I quickly got out of my car and went inside. Needless to say, I didn't sleep in my room. I slept on my couch with the light on. Freaky, right? I thought he was going to come back and trash my car, but thank goodness he didn't.
I'm going to take a guess and say this guy lives around here somewhere. Because when he was pulling out of my driveway, he went into the neighborhood instead of back out of 2600 North.
While I'm mentioning this, the truck was, if I remember right, a white 4x4 Chevy with some kind of gold-ish logo on the side (I don't remember what it was for). The guy had a mustache and was probably about 40. If you see anything around the neighborhood, let me know.
So everything was going normally. I went over to my friends house and we played a murder mystery game. (It took FOUR HOURS!)
We finally finished up, my character was the murderer :/ by the way, and I started to go home. A truck pulled out in front of me and just happened to go the same way I was going. A couple minutes later, I was still behind this truck. We both turned right at a stop sign to go down 2600 North.
Well, the next thing I know, he pulls over to the right, and I keep going straight. So then he pulls back out into the street right behind me. That's when it got weird. All the way down 2600, he was riding my tail. I was going slightly over the speed limit, so it couldn't have been that I was going too slow. Then I started freaking out. I turned onto my street and into my driveway only to find out that he was right behind me.
The only things that were going through my mind were What the hell? and Oh my gosh, he's going to kidnap me! I just froze and stayed in my car. In my rear view mirror, I saw him get out of his truck, and he started to yell something at me. I mustered up enough courage to open my door to see what he was saying.
"Nobody dogs me!" He screamed. Okay, well first of all what is 'dogs'? I just assumed it meant following him. Second, I was not behind him long enough for him to even jump to reasonable conclusions that someone was following him.
I just sat there confused. "I didn't do anything. I was coming home from my friends house."
His response was, "Nobody dogs me!" With that, he got in his truck and left.
I was stunned and scared. I quickly got out of my car and went inside. Needless to say, I didn't sleep in my room. I slept on my couch with the light on. Freaky, right? I thought he was going to come back and trash my car, but thank goodness he didn't.
I'm going to take a guess and say this guy lives around here somewhere. Because when he was pulling out of my driveway, he went into the neighborhood instead of back out of 2600 North.
While I'm mentioning this, the truck was, if I remember right, a white 4x4 Chevy with some kind of gold-ish logo on the side (I don't remember what it was for). The guy had a mustache and was probably about 40. If you see anything around the neighborhood, let me know.
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