Holidays Schmolidays

This weekend was just another weekend. Nothing spectacular...nothing overwhelming...it just was. These past couple weeks I've been rather quiet cause too much is happening and although I don't give a fuck who knows my bidness...I suppose this month I do. This has probably been both equally the best and the worst month of my life. Hahahaha...not to compare it to the time my mother went to prison for 5 years and I had to moved from my school with all my friends to bumfuck Oklahoma...that probably was the shittiest...but I digress.

I've been really rather emotionally detached as of late. Trying hard to keep life in perspective. Keep things moving and flowing. Making life decisions and make sure 100 percent about them. I believe I've all but decided I'm moving back to Idaho next Fall...going to ISU and getting my own place. Its a rather huge decision considering I'll finally be going to school to make something of myself and my love hate relationship with Idaho. I love it cause that's where I grew up and had an actual childhood. I believe growing up on my rez is something I wouldn't trade for the world. And the mountains...man there is nothing like growing up with mountains in your backyard. There just ain't. But then again...it's always been a source of contraversy for me. The center of my contraversy. My mother. Oh my mother, my biological, real, dramatic, crazy, alcoholic mom. I love her, yes I do. But I dunno...just bad memories of the afforementioned I suppose. That and those other dark things about your childhood you don't speak of...hahahaha...DRAMATIC!

Meh...



I'm giving myself 6 more months in DC and then I'm outtie. Not cause I don't love it here...I absoeffinlutely do. Its just that its time for me to start taking my future seriously. Perhaps get degree...settle down...venture into the oh so scary realm of life partnership...who the eff knows. All I know it that I'll be closer to my little brother...who has always been the center of heart and I've just put off being the big sister for a while. He needs me and I need him more than ever. I'm sufficently satisfied that my sister is going to have the life she always deserved and that my father is always always going to be fine without me. I'm starting to sound like I'm leaving tomorrow...ha.

So anyhow...yeah...that's where my head is at...thoughs of "home"...how ever that looks...

And a great Friday it is indeed. *nods*

Well the aftermath of the incident is that yes...NO ONE was hurt. The wallets will have a huge dent but those are the prices we pay for making stupid, very well avoidable mistakes. Lesson learned.

A friend of mine was generous and crazy enough to buy me a plane ticket to Las Vegas next week. I was honored and kind of taken back but then again you can't say no to a gift. It's rude. (or at least that's what I'm telling myself these days) so Next wednesday @ EST 4:55 I will be in the air to Chicago and then from Chi-town to Sin City. Good times. I'm going to be the "escort" for a friend to a wedding. The exact same friend I was suppose to marry back in March as a goof but didn't quite make it...(If any of y'all can remember that) Kinda scary now that you think about it...what if we do get married? OMGz......

Then just imagine two weeks after I get back from Las Vegas I'll be in the air flying to Florida to get on a big ol ship to the Bahamas. Again...my ex's family is paying for the whole thing so don't be going thinking I'm rich or anything...I'm sooooooooooo not. I just have that something that people are willing to pay to be around...maybe I should be an actress or something? Never know...it could happen.... *wicked smile*

*~Happy Friday, People~*

Yeah...Quit drinking for a loooong while..

if not forever...

All I'll say is...Getting the boot from the concert...Sister not remember concert...very smashed in hood...DUI...Not mine but I let my sister drive drunk. Worst sister ever...I think so. It sucks. Expensive lesson learned that should never have been learned. :( C'est la vie.

Volleyball and The raddest concert ever...

Last night I played my first game of volleyball with this All Native Girls team they got here in Gaithersburg. We're the Native Slammers....lol. Man I was kinda scurd at first cause I haven't played since 4 ever but last night I must admit was fucking fun ass hell! Man we lost our first 3 games but man...that 4th game we all got our groove and became a team...fuck it was magic! I loved it to death! I haven't lost my serving touch and I ain't even all that sore. I'm so proud of myself. Yeah son.

Tomorrow I'm soo effin excited cause I got practice in the morning and the me and my momishu (™Dangerous Angel...my sister) are going to see the fucking raddest concert of the year!

5:00 Keane
5:30 My Chemical Romance
6:10 Breaking Benjamin
6:50 Chevelle
7:35 The Killers
8:20 Franz Ferdinand
9:05 Jimmy-Eat World
10:00 Good Charlotte
11:00 Velvet Revolver

Fucking Aye I can't wait. I'm so excited! I am so wanting to meet Chevelle it's sick! Man...What I wouldn't do for that Band...For fucking Pete...I love them. I need to make me a new shirt cause the last one I had a friend jacked up for me. So I need a new one!

Enough of that Jazz....I'll write more later...but I had to get that off my chest for now. ;) Toodles.

Is it winter yet?

Today is either going to be an awesome day or a shitty one.
Depending on how you look at it.

Today I've committed to quitting drinking alcohol (cept for an exception on Dec. 4th and maybe once on a certain TBA trip), drinking soda, and smoking cigarettes...(cept for spiritual purposes but I don't any arise) for a month (cigarettes indefinately). Wish me luck.

I've also committed to a race to be the biggest loser in a contest with my sweet bitch Natasha aka Ah Satan. Today is our official weigh in and we have til January 1st with weigh in's every week. The prize? As for now it's just the greatest bitch of all time. We may think of something better but where both competitive so competing for a saltine would suffice. I love you, Satan.

This morning looks so dark and gloomy that it may as well be 6 in the evening. Seriously. It's all rainy and sad outside...and me with no Jazz...BOO....Madeleine Peyroux would be good here...

Fucking aye...I JUST ran out of Dr. Pepper lip smackers. What the fuck am I going to do now. Dry lips! Perish the thought...I think I'm going to have to call Kip to bring me my chapstick.