more school already? woo!

woo! my life has been busy and hectic with all of the moving back home and becoming stable [which i'm finally becoming good at doing]. i'm currently enrolled in a semester of junior college classes here at home in preparations of transferring a big lug of credits to a jewel of a nationally praised liberal arts school [right here in my home town!] in the spring. it's been a little hard for me lately, but i'm enjoying settling down to begin my new, adult life in a cozy fashion with my husband-to-be and our families. here is my load:

Monday:
8:00 AM-9:15 AM Statistics
10:50 AM-12:05 PM Chemistry Lecture
12:15 PM-2:55 PM Chemistry Laboratory

Tuesday:
10:50 AM-12:05 PM Biology Lecture

Wednesday:
8:00 AM-9:15 AM Statistics
10:50 AM-12:05 PM Chemistry Lecture

Thursday:
10:50 AM-12:05 PM Biology Lecture
2:05 PM-3:45 PM Biology Laboratory

Friday:
9:00 AM-11:45 AM Algebra

it's an easy and healthy course load, but i still can't wait for it to be over. none of my classmates, even the nursing students, can identify their correct glassware [snicker] and my teachers are really impressed with my knowledge and we spend minutes talking about material that's a bit extraneous to the textbook, and thus, completely over most others' heads. i'm a nerd and yes, i AM bragging!

but i'm a genuinely good person and i'm in a swell mood. i'll read and comment ASAP, but tell me this: how are everyone's classes? do you have a locker? are your teachers and professors miserable? is this going to be the year that you make some super productive changes and take over the world with me? we can paint it pink and make feather boas the global uniform [and take turns molesting an enslaved Crispin Glover].

high fives all around! yeah yeah yeah!

making magic and gearing up.

i've been catching up with my blogger friends. if i have recently commented on your post, and you are not linked here [and want to be cool like all of the other people who are], just drop me a line!

i'm not dreading school as much as i thought that i would. i have a lovely secondhand black professional-looking messenger bag now. i can't wait to get some stencils and decorate it with "CHERRY" in big, pink letters. i'm going to rock moving back home and going to college like nobody's business. try to keep up with me!

my little bro is A-OK. his lung is healing and i get to kill him with my own two hands.
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how is your summer winding down? have you been making magic with your time? you better have been. been dancing to Prince? prancing around on balconies and rooftops with a camera? bought some new panties because you manage to ruin all of yours during the Lady Days like i still do? whatever you've been breeding magic into your life with, i'm glad for you and am telling you that everything is going to be OK. nothing is as relieving as the sight of the world moving on.

kisses and hugs and all of that mushy business.
ciao!

laughing at engagement club and lungs.

this is a repost from a failure of a time that i let myself have in the past. i'm giving it new light and laughing at it now because it's very and fabulously relevant!

1. The first rule of Engagement club is: you do not talk about Engagement Club.
2. The second rule of engagement club is: you DO NOT talk about Engagement Club.
3. If a fiancé(e) says "stop," goes limp, taps out, the engagement is over.
4. Only two really hopeful people to an engagement.
5. One engagement at a time.
6. No wedding band, yet no looking back, ether.
7. Engagements will go on as long as they have to [even years].
8. If this is your first night at Engagement Club, you have to make a bigger deal out of it than is necessary.

haha!

this is SO funny. the wedding bells are still chiming in my ear, but i have to remember to step back and not take things so dreadfully serious. no one makes it out alive, but i'm going to be rocking my ring and smiling anyway. if you're not enjoying your time, it's wasted!

just found out that my little brother has a condition where a lobe of his lung is collapsed. it's scary and upsetting, but it corrects itself. he better NOT be trying to die because i always said that it would be me to kill him! biology is SO scary, which is probably why i'm studying it--to conquer it in a way. he'll be fine now that we know what's wrong and that it naturally corrects itself.

even i have difficulties keeping on the sunny side, especially considering this circumstances. i'm smiling tonight. wish me more smiles for my gorgeous face and my family. i wish that i wasn't so bleh feeling and that i could pour out some internet love and hugs to everyone. let's all just take a deep breath and do something productive and wonderful with our days tomorrow.. get up a little earlier than you do normally. work out for thirty minutes. actually do some house work! kiss your mother and little brothers for me. create a fabulous routine to carry yourself through this semester. make some goals, enter them into a cool graphics program and decorate it and frame it over your desk. live more green and healthy. change your hair like one of my lovely blogger friends has just done ;) splurge on Guitar Hero World Tour like my fiance has done and rock out for your friends.

dreading school? GET OVER IT. or just play some Prince and dance around until everything [even horrible classes] is water under your bridge.

i'm off! computer kisses and genuine affection to you dolls.
ciao.

blog promotion for prostitutes and rockstars.

as a self-proclaimed blogging connoisseur, as proved by an existence in the Blogosphere since the mid 90s, i'm going to have so much fun with this post: i remember back, at least a decade ago, to my early days of internet whoring.. my own hosted website at an emo-named domain, LiveJournal and OpenDiary have been the instruments of my crime and vanity. my classmates and i had a circle of our vapid overshares in online diary form because we were just so cool. i've read and commented on drug abuse, oral sexin' of boyfriends, beer bashes, debates on how punk the band AFI really was / is, and other  components in the Wasteland of Teenage Angst.

as i got older and the threat of jailtime as well as permanent reputation harm became more real, i matured and formed a more purposeful vision for blogging. i got diagnosed with clinical depression and contemplated my stability online for my own welbeing, sans too many description of sexual encounters, bad music, blue hair dye, and wrist slicing. what i also got interested in was actual promotion. who would have thought that the world was bigger than just myself?! while my classmates were a supportive and depressing audience, i knew that my real friends lived in the computer, states, and even countries, away. how did i reach out to them?

• the gURL.com messageboards has a nice community of ladies who would love to jump on your blog posts if you return the favor. don't forget a shameless and artistic plug in your signature complete with a kissy picture of you and your boyfriend / girlfriend!
• if you're really vain, head to Plugboard.org and link your space with a cute button
• leave comments on other folks' blogs, network, be vain and cool
• join webrings, blog carnivals, etc.
• read some articles from Miss Gala Darling twice
• how to make money from your blog and why to never get a job
• Problogger.net, enough said
  

good luck! and if you become a millionaire celebrity with tons of readers, send me a nice thank you note!

omg omegle.com!

you know the cool site where you can talk to strangers? i think that i was textually harassed by one of the stranger of those strangers.

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Connecting to server...

Looking for someone you can chat with. Hang on.

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

A word of advice: "asl" is boring. Please find something more interesting to talk about!

You: hey!

Stranger: Hey! m/f?

You: i'm female

You: yourself?

Stranger: male

Stranger: age? im 17

You: i'm 20

Stranger: ok

You: what's up?

Stranger: not much

Stranger: just kicking back

You: me too!

You: this site is pretty cool.

You: where are you from?

Stranger: i live in georgia usa

You: sweet! [my location]

Stranger: cool

You: yep. the south is great.

You: what music do you like?

Stranger: umm alternative rock just not emo....and country

You: i hate emo too.

You: i love classic rock

Stranger: so are you hott?

You: haha. i think that i'm cute

Stranger: nice

You: yep, i think so.

Stranger: u a virgin

You: no

Stranger: nice tits?

You: are you getting off to this?

Stranger: depends on how u answer the question..but im getting hard

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i think i told him that i thought that my whole body was beautiful before i got up from my computer laughing!  if anyone else has any interesting adventures there, let me know. you've got a lot to compete with! should i try it again, just for kicks? will i get a rapist next time? a sex offender or just a murderous schizo? chivalry isn't just dead, it's extinct with  prehistoric life or mutated to criminal perversion.

watching Maury GMH.

GMH (Gives Me Hope)--like FML, but for optimists! found this while rooting around on the gURL message boards.

"My dad owns a small business that isnt doing so well right now. Hes known the other employees for a very long time. He always makes sure that they get paid, even when he doesnt. He doesnt tell them, but he takes money out of his savings for them. He GMH."
Comments on #6919 (8) - Jul 29, 2009 03:21 PM by rachel1412

i don't think that any further commentary from me is needed.

and:

“The crisis of yesterday is the joke of tomorrow." -- H. G. Wells from here

thank Goodness, right? i love getting the internet on my LG Vu. it makes insomnia productive. if this didn't pull at the corners of your mouth or warm your spirit, then you're Reptilian or sociopath.

i'm still puppysitting my baby. i've become a fan of Resistance 2 on PS3. Andy will be home at the end of this week because he's a rockstar. i'm up and smiling, so everything else is just water under the bridge.

FYI, daytime television is a quick way to feel better about your life. how many paternity tests have you had to have?

ciao. need my coffee and multivitamins. no workout today!

advices and purple toes.

i've been the receiver of some comforting words of wisdom in my day. my stone-faced dad isn't the most verbal type, but here's what he had to say to me one day:

"you can't worry about tomorrow until it gets here. you can only deal with today."

woah, right? i think that this is is similar to a Bible verse for any who might have an idea of what i'm referencing. tomorrow will bring enough troubles of its  own, and such. really powerful, if you think about it when you feel overwhelmed and anxious like i do often.

and here is what i've gotten in the habbit of reminding myself:
"acknowledge all of the little wins in life, because the big fails will always bring their own share of  negative attention from your mother, Trustmark Bank, your gynecologist, etc."

valuable stuff right? i thought so.
also, look at this little jewel that i found while riding in the backseat of my own car!..

 

Artmatic Pearly Grape nail polish! i got it in a shopping bag full of loot from a thrift store a while back. gonna be an artful change from my midnight blue and sparkly toenails. i'm going to have fun with this right now! or at least right after i finish puppysitting my new baby. that's right--me and Andy have a new addition!... she's got four legs, a tail, and floppy ears. Queenie Bella, i'm thinking. 

alright, have fun with yourselves and make your life an adventure!

ciao and crazy love,

cherry.