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Friends of Drumlinexbear
| Kyle's Movin' On Up! | January 28th, 2007 @ 12:00am |
| by mrshowwithkyle | |
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www.myspace.com/thekyleloganshow so come on down and stop by! or not it's entirely up to you! |
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| 286 hit(s) | (0 comments) | Drop a Line |
| for good | August 1st, 2008 @ 12:00am |
| by emeraldclaire | |
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Listening to: here in your arms
Feeling: grateful
New scenes New ways Love It's been a while since I've updated. woo! Last semester went wonderfully. I keep growing. And As I go through these new experiences my capacity of happiness and ability to love increases! I do believe trials and tribulations really stretch out my heart so more good and fill in the space. And it's been such a wonderful ride! I remember his last words I shouldn't be spiteful. But they go through my head over and over again And I pity But those words are what motivated me. I called mom shortly after "Mom, wil anyone ever want me? Will anyone ever see me for me and love what they see?" I pitied myself for just a moment. I was near the taylor quad when I heard those last words By the time I reached Carriage House I was a new woman. so thank you, dear friend, for that feeble attempt that completley changed my life. Yes,Thank you! So last semester recap. I made new wonderful friends who completely turned my life around. I met people who actually believe in that movie at the end of our lives...and believes and strives for those certain moments. One would turn to me and say, "that was a total moment! The camera was angled like this!"... Or "I really am excited to see that moment again!" I became close to people I never thought I could. I starved and watched the food network channel. I screamed when I saw that doll head pop up in my window... I am on the 2nd floor. I experiened two of my friends getting engages...and never got steak for it. I found my major and my minor and I believe I'll stick to it. Sociology and marriage and family studies. I regained my love for love and I have a totally different self esteem. my swirl is going up. I bought this new laptop for 500 dollars and it works like a dream. I cried a LOT I became and ambassidor and IREP leader... I broke the rules. And through rocks at doors... I transformed and I'm happy. I'm motivated. I'm moving forward. Oh, and I fell in love mmmm. which love saved my life and I'm eternally grateful. It was almost forbidden. But we let it live. Such a crazy ride! I love that boy even now. Here in your arms-hellogoodbye driving in his truck his hand on my knee he listening to every word I said (or giving the appearence of listening) Long walks overcoming every little thing pushing the button on the climbing wall finding the large water bug and later disposing of it because it turned the container black crazy neighbors who begged for starburst throwing rocks at his door and spraying him with the water gun...he was so proud crossing the railroad tracks and that simple question-"where" haha weekend trips to rigby and IF almost drowning and proving that body heat really is the only way to get warm. those crazy blacklight dances and the loveyoulongtime concert. I really do hope you choke and die. stadium singing and the smell of pickles moments of silence with outbursts of laughter 15 minute naps and studying for hours in that lounge that smelt like moldy clothes birthday wishes and priesthood blessings That trip to G's and tears overflowing Whispered those before taboo words saying goodbye Oh, what a ride we're on. Now pressing on not knowing whats ahead. Florida and RExburg. Bring it on |
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| 477 hit(s) | (1 comments) | I like you |
| (123) new kitty | August 9th, 2007 @ 12:00am |
| by sinisterbanana | |
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| 417 hit(s) | (1 comments) | chuck chuck! |
| Summer Days | July 19th, 2008 @ 12:00am |
| by 2scoopsofcream | |
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Listening to: not so much
Feeling: amused
got another comment about my background, but i love it that way. annoying as physically possible. i probably have less readers this way. I have a job at a coffee and candy place, there is way more crap about coffee then i thought possible. funny how that is. Marriage life is good. He's a sweetheart, and still convinced that i'm a fairy. I want to illustrate for a children's book. about a fairy, but i'll have to make it as good as the "special" book. I like my job I love my man I love being so close to my new family I love have a free house I like the house I hate the electral work in the house I like that i'll have an empty apartment in Kansas City. I hate dial up I want to listen to my music but i can't cause it takes too stinking long at least when i'm doing bakery i can listen to the music there. |
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| 626 hit(s) | (1 comments) | *cough cough* |
| perfect.........ish | August 13th, 2008 @ 3:51pm |
| by mormongirl07 | |
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"You say you feel like a natural person, you haven't got nothing to hide. So why do you feel imperfection cut like a sword in your side?" Under the Weather, KT Tunstall I wish I had an answer. Dear Diary, Kadee and I spent most of the day together, and it was good. I worry about her, but we had fun. We watched the OC for the first time in forever!!! Tonight we had fun. Sitting in the back of my mom's car talking and laughing and listening to my iPod. Emily is married! So strange. She's barely older than me... younger than Sarah... My nose is cold. Today was good. I got to see Kadee and a close friend. I haven't seen either in them in quite awhile. I woke up and decided to eat junk food, so that's all I ate all day. I watched the OC. I almost dyed my hair... lol. But... Okay. This is what I decided. Out of five children, I am the only one my parents expect to be perfect. I am to never make mistakes. I am never to disobey. I am never to have opinions that differ from theirs. I am never to be independent, yet I shouldn't depend on them... I want to make them proud, too... So I try to be perfect to make me happy because it makes them happy... eh... I'm too tired to think about this. It makes me tired. I just want... to not have to worry about being perfect... Love, Lisa Ann P.S. But... I do love my parents. P.S. I think I'm just feeling about five million different moods right now. So forgive me if this entry makes absolutely no sense or if it's just pathetic. Because really, feeling happy and lonely and at peace and troubled and scared and careless all at the same time... wow. You gotta cut me some slack. ;) |
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| 530 hit(s) | (3 comments) | Say Something! |
| i am done! | April 21st, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by yesilovehim | |
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bye jason i love you!!! |
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| 243 hit(s) | (4 comments) | talk to me baby! |
| You've got to be kidding me... | January 28th, 2007 @ 12:00am |
| by eighty4 | |
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Feeling: quixotic
So I took a shower, started drying my hair and then suddenly felt sick. I had stuffed my face with a 12" sub the night before so I thought that had to have been the problem. I was right...because the more I thought of it the more sick I felt which eventually led to the close friendship I made with my toilet. I'll spare the awesome details of that. But anyway, after that was over I felt fine and I still wanted to go. Kristen zoomed up the hill in the Blue Bullet (LOL ) and we were off. We didn't make it too far until I was sick again and had to stop at Go-Mart of all places. Anyone who knows me knows I am the girl with my sleeve wrapped around my hand whenever I open doors and the person who won't drink after anyone no matter what...so getting sick there and in that bathroom was a dream come true for me. Ha! Anyway, Kristen was so kind and considerate that she asked the young man working to lend us a trashbag since we were traveling and I was sick. He did and we were off once again....only to make it to the BP Station (LOL which is like 2 seconds from Go-Mart)...this should have been the turning point in my head to decide to just go back home but I was determined to go to the Town Center and get it done...sooo after he gave us a CLEAR trashbag (who does that?) and a HUGE roll of papertowels, we hopped onto the Interstate and our day was ahead of us...with the worst part thought to be behind us. The whole way to Charleston my stomach was just churning and I felt awful. I cannot even describe how horrible I felt. The way down my window was open blasting in cold air on Kristen while she drove the illegal bullet and tried to make sure I was okay and that her driving skills were top-notch, I am still shocked we weren't pulled over for the expired sticker. Anyway, I tried to stay very still but all the turns and loops in the roads once we got to Charleston got to me and the wonderful clear trashbag came in handy for me. Poor Kristen hahaha . Anyway, I started to feel okay and we concluded that yes we could go to the mall and stay for just a bit but if I started to feel sick again we would just leave and go to Kristen's house in Cross Lanes. (which is like 10-15 minutes out of Charleston) We got to the mall and parked and talked about how sweet the woman taking the parking money was. We walked inside and it immediately hit me again. I was so ticked off! We kindof panicked because I didn't want to be the person who throws up in the middle of the mall and Kristen didn't want to be the girl WITH that person, so we ran up the escalator to the Food Court (which made things so much better for me), and into the bathrooms where we stayed for the next 20-30 minutes. At this point I was honestly feeling VERY sick and bizarre. I was extremely hot, I was shaking uncontrollably and my head was spinning...my chest felt as though it would explode. I started crying and asked Kristen to call everyone at home and have them to pray for me. She didn't hear me so I then proceeded to yell at her from my stall and tell her to hurry and call them and have someone annointed for me. Everyone in the bathroom was so scared of us! They thought we were in a cult. hahahaaaa. After all of this went down, I busted out and told Kristen that I didn't know what to do and that I was scared and I had never felt that way before. I wanted to go to her house and lie down. We only made it to the Food Court and I had to sit down again at the table. There was something about standing up and walking that made things 10 times worse. So Kristen knocks on the window of the Senior Citizen Services office (lol!) on the upper floor and asks them to come to the door. They finally did and she told them that I was very sick and wanted to know about a mall office or nurse of some sort for these kinds of things. A guy, a really nice fellow named Jimmy, came out and talked to me for a while...he could tell I was very sick and asked the woman to call the Nurse's office (it was on the first floor) so they could come check me out and see what was wrong. Well, she came back a few minutes later and told him that they simply just really weren't that concerned and treated the issue how they always do. The next thing I heard are the words I wish I could erase from the whole experience...."Call 911." I can't believe Jimmy said that! Kristen and I were both like Oh my gosh...NOOO!! But before we could put a stop to it, the lady was back in the office and there was no way for us to get in. (the doors have the security code locks) Whenever she came back out she said they should be there anytime and of course, what happens next?? A mall cop, two paramedics and a MASSIVE stretcher come flying down the Food Court towards us. Another 'common knowledge' thing about me is that I absolutely despise being the center of attention. I can't stand it. But here I was, sitting at a table on the 3rd floor of the Town Center, barely able to keep my head up, surrounded by everyone. I was so mad! At this point I am just simply asking God not to let me get sick because I was beginning to feel that way again. I thought the worst was over. I still couldn't get over the stretcher. But at about the same time that thought went through my mind, I heard another commotion behind me and my embarrassment seriously couldn't have gotten worse. A situation like this couldn't be complete without a few firefighters busting onto the scene, right? That's exactly what happened and I wanted to die. I couldn't do anything but just look at them and apologize. They kind of just looked at me and turned and left. lol. They hated my guts. The whole time all of this was going on, Kristen was on the phone trying to explain it all and neither of us could believe how ridiculous our day was. I was sick, mad and trying not to laugh at the same time. I'm serious, this would only happen to me. Right before they packed up their stuff and left, the guy paramedic asked me to stand up because I was very shaky and he wanted to make sure I was alright before they headed out. This just set if off again and immediately after they left I was bound for the restroom again. We FINALLY made it downstairs and to the parking garage but of all times couldn't find the blue bullet. We walked around and I felt like we were in the episode of Seinfeld when they lose their car. We eventually found it, one floor up, and were off. I only got sick once more after that. The poor clear trashbag was skanked out to the max. I was so, so happy to arrive at Kristen's house and lay down for a bit. I can only thank God, and Kristen's rendition of 'My Heart Will Go On' on her keyboard, for touching me, because once we were at her house, I felt 100% better. I actually felt great. Everyone thinks I may have had a touch of food poisoning from the night before and just had to rid my system of it all. I will never, ever eat another turkey sub from Subway. That basically sums up my daytrip to Charleston. I really enjoyed having to go through Lester on the way home because of the chemical spill. Being extremely nervous and scared of the psycho Lester-cop only added to it all. Oh, and I love Kristen more than she knows. |
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| 461 hit(s) | (4 comments) | baby wanted 12 |
| 184-MORTAL COMBAT! | February 16th, 2008 @ 12:00am |
| by photobyfrancis | |
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Listening to: Mortal combat
Feeling: giddy
~Britney Francis~ |
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| 315 hit(s) | (3 comments) | Come on! Click! |
| 415 | January 3rd, 2009 @ 11:32am |
| by rubberduckiee | |
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Time. It's an interesting concept, I have decided. Either it's going to fast to hang onto whatever is going on at the time, or it's crawling and you want things to be done and over with. Then there is the third option, that there never seem so to be enough time to do anything worthwhile. I never wanted to be the girl who was married right out of high school. I keep seeing all these girls from my graduating class that are either married or engaged, and it just blows me away. We're all so young. And yet now at the same time, I feel impatient to find someone to spend the rest of my life with. It doesn't make sense to me. But then, if everything did make perfect sense, what would be the point to anything? |
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| 31 hit(s) | (0 comments) | SPEAK |
| Ninety | December 30th, 2008 @ 11:34pm |
| by justbreathe | |
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And I'm so much better than before, I can't even believe it. It's crazy the difference just a few months will make, especially when you know you have the support of your best friend. Even if that best friend tries to matchmake you. And even that turned out amazing! Go figure. Haha. Anyways, started dating this guy that my best friend set me up with (the guy is her husband's friend) and wow. We're so much alike, but also so different that it doesn't make it weird to be around each other. We both really like to cuddle, and get hugs, that kind of thing. Which works out great both ways. ^-^ We both snowboard (even though I haven't been up in like three years, uggh!), we both enjoy writing. He's a little more shy than anyone I've ever dated before, and honestly I really do love it. And another thing that I absolutely ADORE is that he's the kind of guy that tells his other guy friends that he loves them. Like, not in a homosexual way, but you know? Like how girls are always telling their girlfriends that they love them. ^-^ I love it! One thing I've noticed about most guys, is that when they go to kiss you, they almost always stare at your lips, making what they are about to do so obvious. Our first (and so far only) kiss, he didn't do that. He looked directly into my eyes, but it felt like he was staring into my soul, kind of feeling. I didn't feel like I was some object to be won, something to own. Equal. That is also something I have NEVER felt from a guy. Not once. The friend that set us up thinks that we'll be married within a year. It makes me laugh, but I also secretly wonder if she's right. We'll just have to wait and see. One last though. If I don't end up married to him, I will end up married to someone like him in personality. |
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| 37 hit(s) | (1 comments) | * Poke * |
| Olivia | 11.21.08 |
| by scott | |
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| 9385 hit(s) | (7 comments) | comment |
| mind | January 2nd, 2009 @ 8:47pm |
| by cosmicmuffin | |
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I havent lived a good life, I often wallow in selfish fear and denial, drinking only to soothe myself to sleep and demanding full attention from my patient husband. I feel like I am alone alot, even among friends and family. I know that it is my fault, that I cut myself off from their emotional presence in order to conserve my own empathic energy. I am an empath, though it took me years to realize it. They call it a crystal aura, that I suck in everything around me. I think that this is what initially caused me to remove myself from reality. Reality hurts to much, and it is hard to understand why the world is hurting you, especially when you are only a little girl. I think that this is also what caused me to turn to dumbing down substances, well that and the fact that I have seen my mom do the same thing my entire life. When I am high, or drunk, I cant feel any emotion, let alone other peoples. Sometimes I feel like I shouldnt who I am, that I am meant to do greater, heroic things. I feel like I am trapped in this body, in this life, and there is no way to escape unless I die. And I wont die. I wish I could express everything that is inside of me, I wish I could free the fireworks that are continually resting in my soul. I cant though, I havent found a way to rid myself of the intense emotion I feel all the time. I dont mesh well with others. I came to this realization while I was with my family this past week. I just dont belong in groups. |
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| 24 hit(s) | (0 comments) | amen |
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