Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Well, Operation Homefront has accepted my application. They'll be contacting me today about ways I can volunteer. I'm hoping that, rather than do specialized work, since I can't do car repair, appliance repair, and I have no furniture to donate, I can instead just help some Army Wives with work around the house, children, etc...but, I'll talk to the manager about it. Anyway, I've been looking at apartments in my old town, where my high school is at. So far I have found...nada. Fuck the world. -____- the town is so expensive. There are flats upwards of 500-2000 dollars a WEEK. Uh...I can't afford that. I can't even afford 500. 400, maybe. All I really want is one room and a bathroom. I don't even need a kitchen...just enough space for a television, fridge and a that too much to ask for? Apparently, yeah. Ugh. Whatever.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

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I just spoke to my brother today. He's in the Navy, by the way. He tried to hack it in college, but he couldn't get himself together. :/ So, the cliche misfit young adult thing to do, since the "run away to the circus" plan didn't work, was join the military! Yeah!
He had some good advice, though. He wants me to attend at least one year of college before joining the Peace Corps...but...I don't know. I don't see how it would make much of a difference. A four year college degree is a recommended qualification, but I do not want to attend four years of college before joining. So I know that no matter what, I will end up going into the Peace Corps whether I attend college for one year first or not. : / But we shall see. It's a catch 22, or as my mother always says (seriously, ALWAYS.) "It's six one way, half a dozen the other!" I can actually hear her voice in my head right now.
Anyway, onto more immediate plans...
I have signed up for "Operation Homefront," against my brothers wishes. He's actually pretty anti-American. The hell? That makes so much sense, hate America but join the Navy...And anyway, I'm not even doing it because it's "ameracun." I'm interested in it because first of all, it isn't associated with a church, and second of all, it HELPS PEOPLE IN NEED. I don't give a flying fuck if it's connected to the military.
Trying to find some other shit to do before my surgeries at the end of next month. That's going to hurt like a bitch, so I can't do much after wards. (Fuck my life...) Trying to find jobs, things to do, people to see, bleh bleh bleh, but It's hard to find things in Texas that aren't all about Jesus.
Seriously, people, can we please get off the whole Jesus thing? It's so 1800's. Let us all move on, as a society. Religion is seriously fucking everything up. And get off your high horse about the "it makes you a better person!!!" shit. If you're a good person, you're a good person. It has no dependency on your religion...except, if you have a religion, you might pretend to be a good person because hell scares the shit out of you. I know plenty of atheists who are very concerned for others, including myself. And in turn, I know plenty of Christians who don't give a rats ass about others. So there.

Friday, June 25, 2010


Two posts in one day. :D I'm just so excited that I've started writing about something other than losing weight. I am still 160, by the way, but at least now I know why.
Well, I am thinking about joining the Peace Corps after high school. I have already looked up all of the information, and it looks perfect for me. The website described a volunteer as somebody who is "patient, flexible, and kind," and who wants to "help others and connect with other cultures." Which is a pretty good description of me- at least, the new me! I have been smiling so much more recently and I've been much more social and caring- in fact, a couple of my friends joke around that I am their mom because I've become so concerned with their well being. It just seems to me that I would be perfect for the Corps. Plus, that's just one more experience to say I had!
Done with that chatter about what's going to happen a year from now- I'm more concerned with what will happen a month from now. I want to go to the gulf to help clean animals who got screwed over in the spill. I'm not sure if they will let me, since I am only seventeen, but I am still trying to find a group or an organization that I can sign up with. Even if I can't go all the way to Florida, Louisiana, or any of those other states, I can still help out here in the city I'm in- I'm looking up the women's shelter and Habitat for Humanity to find some stuff to do over the summer. On top of that, I'm getting scar revision and I'm going to Portland to check out my college! Whew! Busy summer. But I think that in the end, it'll be worth it.
Anyway, farewell. Knowing me I'll probably be writing another entry not to long from now. :D

I am so ready!

Okay, my one follower, a lot of shit has gone down since I last wrote. I was diagnosed with Hypothyroidism (secondary, for those who know their lingo.) Which explains the weight, the misery, the fatigue, everything! I started my hormones approximately one week ago, and I already see a huge improvement. That just goes to show, don't ignore symptoms and don't let doctors blow you off!
Anyway, I'm turning this blog from weight loss to something more important; My life. Now that I'm not depressed, I have already made many plans for the future.
I'm going into senior year of high school, and I am also hoping to get a job at Walgreens after school. Why Walgreens? Well, I've thought about it. Walgreens has always been there, for as long as I can remember. When my grandmother was dying and cussing my mom out, there was a Walgreens down the street to provide cheap, good food and products. When I got into wearing make up, the first place I went was Walgreens. When I was in a car accident, my mom would go to Walgreens all the time to get things. It's a very strange thing to be nostalgic about. But Walgreens is always there, never changing. The clean lineoleum flooring, the mirrors along the back end of the wall, the rows and rows of's so homey, eh? all in a tiny little store, almost like a family owned establishment...that has a bit of a funny pharmaceutical odor... On top of all that, you are on your feet your whole shift, so that is a DEFINITE PLUS for me!
So, job, home! We are moving back into the house I lived in when I first moved to this city, but we are remodeling it, so it is going to be completely different. Unfortunately, that is out of my school district, so I am planning on renting an apartment in the district so I can go there with my senior class. So, I'll have a job, a car, and an apartment! Awesome! I'm so ready for life.
Don't you love us hopeful young folk?