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Name: Misty
Gender: Female
Interests: Music, cuddling, theatre, art, collecting people, chai lattes, falling asleep, dancing, politics, activism, public speaking, dance, color guard, talking, extended chats, giggling, sprite, smoothies, schoolgirl crushes, recovery, being smarter than the average girl, makeup, making out, dreaming of the future, random parties, having friends, people watching, roadtrips, live music, girl-on-girl porn, video games (especially NES), spoonerisms, non sequiturs
Expertise: public speaking, theatre, activism
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
5/31/2004
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| It's now been almost not one, but TWO months since I've updated...
This is really all I have to say:
Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!
(BTW, it wasn't a VD proposal, it happened last night.)
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| Happy Holidays, everyone. As I type this, I'm lying in bed recovering from what may possibly be the worst stomach bug in recorded history.... Other than like... cholera. Anyone want to borrow my blanket? No, but seriously, it was NASTY and highly contagious. Disease transmission went as follows: Baby vomits in my living room. Grandma cleans up the vomit. I clean up the baby. Mom feeds the baby shortly after the vomit incident. Two days later: Grandma starts vomiting, I start vomiting, Mom starts vomiting. My stomach's doing better, but I'm still achey/ running a fever/ exhausted/ VERY cranky. With family stuff (MY GRANDMA'S IN FROM ALABAMA! YAY!), work schedules, sickness, et cetera Kevin and I haven't gotten to see much of eachother in these past few days. For example: He works 'til 10 tonight, then works 8 to 3 tomorrow. I work 2 to 8 tomorrow. This isn't helping much with the crankiness.
In happier news, it's almost time to go bowling. I'm pretty stoked. I've got awesome hotel-mates, Kevin will be on the trip with me, my family's making the trip as well. It'll be a much needed vacation. After my first much-needed vacation, I'll arrive home just in time to party it up in cocktail dresses with Ashleigh and Lindsey, then depart for Colorado for 5 days of hanging out with the Cooper family. It's my first step in wedging my way in. The 15th, I start cosmetology school @ the American Academy. It's all uber-exciting.
More next month. | | |
| My list, in sort of narrative form:
I'm sitting here watching the Thanksgiving parade with my wonderful, amazing family. My mom is messing with her hair. Yes, hair, as in on her head. She's done with treatment and gaining momentum day by day. We're sitting here with her adoreable new PUPPY. It's an 8 week old schnoodle- cross between a toy poodle and a miniature schnauzer. SO adoreable. The rest of the family is on the way in from Topeka. I can smell the green bean casserole.
I have a great job. I'm making decent money, my boss is very understanding as far as scheduling goes (bowl trip, bitches!) and I'm working in the nursing home again.... I love it there so much. I'd missed all the residents like crazy and now I get to see my 85 grandmas again! It beats the hell out of waitressing for (read: being harrassed by) a bunch of disgusting, trashy, perverted old men. There's only one bad thing about this, though... I'd made my mind up about cosmetology school and I'm sure that's still what I'll do... but I've realized a talent/ fascination that I didn't know I had: I'm fascinated by/ AMAZING when working with alzhymers/ dementia patients. No matter what direction my career life takes (which will be cosmetology) I'm sure I'll always volunteer to work with this particular demographic.
Kevin turned 21 on Tuesday. He "let me take him out for dinner" and then when the bill came, he insisted on paying for it. "Happy two months, sweetie. I love you." I'm officially the longest relationship he's had since he graduated high school. I never thought I'd love him. I thought I'd wind up with a moody theatre major... outfitted with girlpants and a journal full of maudlin poetry. He'd live in a studio apartment and smoke too many unfiltered Lucky Strike cigarettes and drinking black coffee. I never thought I'd love a practical-minded accounting major with a knack for engineering who resides in a frat house and doesn't particularly like coffee and definitely hates cigarettes. We were warned against eachother. Enjoying eachothers company, we pushed on... and now, until today, we'd seen eachother every day for 2 months. He's become my best friend, my therapist and most of all the one I love. I'm slightly terrified. As he and I often remind eachother... "This will either end or it won't." and frainkly, I find both of those options to be a little bit scary. We're getting through it, though. He loves me. I love him. I could get used to this.
I've got wonderful friends. For the first time in a long time, I have girlfriends who I can really depend on... and I'm sorry that I've been neglecting you. I haven't been nearly the friend to you that you guys have been to me. Between working 20some hours a week, class (coughsometimescough) and marching band, I've been swamped. I promise I'll get better about it. I've got big plans for all of us on New Years Eve, if you're down. More details to come later.
The family's here for Thanksgiving now. Time to go be social. | | |
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She's awakened by true love's kiss....
Yeah. The position's been filled. | | |
| Hard to believe it's been 20 days since I made my last update. Seeing as I'm not really doing much of anything right now, I guess I can spare some time to grace you with some insight into the life of Misty.
First and foremost, my mother officially "graduated" from cancer treatments yesterday. It'll be awhile until we know how things went. There are factors that weigh in her favor and others that weigh against her. At any rate, until the swelling reduces in the areas that recieved radiation, no scans will be conclusive as to if the cancer is still there. Please be praying for my family (especially my mother) during this time. It's really, really difficult being faced with such uncertainty.
Secondly, school isn't going too well for me right now. It basically boils down to a lack of willpower. I've been very depressed lately, especially about issues involving my mother, and when I get depressed all I want to do is sleep. Some of my friends may have noticed this lately. "Hey, Misty. Wanna go do _____?" "Naah, I'm really tired, I think I'm just gonna stay in tonight." Well, this behavior has been evident in my schoolwork, too. I'm not going to class, I'm not doing my homework, I'm pretty much worthless. This probably isn't only because I'm depressed, it's also because it's hard for me to work towards a goal when I have no goal in mind. Here at Kansas State, I have absolutely no idea what I want to do with the rest of my life. Theatre just doesn't give me the satisfaction that it used to, partially because I've realized how genuinely hard it would be to make a career of it and have the type of family life I want to have. Theatre is a field that requires you to go to wherever the work is. I want to have a family that won't require my children to be constantly moving around. I want to have a job that is relatively stable. I want a job where I can work semi-flexible hours so that I can put being a mother first. Theatre doesn't offer any of this. So, then comes the question.... Well, what career DOES offer that kind of lifestyle? I came up with a few options, none of which are fields that would make me even moderately happy. After much thought and soul-searching, I arrived at a conclusion:
I'm going to do what I've always wanted to do and go to cosmetology school. I'll be starting at the American Academy of Cosmetology in Jan. and I'll graduate in about 10 months. After that, I'll be looking towards a few months of specialized training, hopefuly either at Toni & Guy (the company that makes Bed Head and Catwalk) or Aveda. I've always been able to picture myself as a cosmetologist (color expert or makeup artist, specifically) but I've been too scared to take that path PURELY because of vanity issues. I wanted a college degree so that I could show people "See? I know things." and counter any attacks on my intelligence with a little slip of paper. Now that I've begun to gain a little bit of self-confidence, that's not so important to me anymore. I know I'm smart. I have a wonderful, supportive group of friends who know that I'm smart. I'll be doing something with my life that will make me happy and enable me to have the type of life I've always wanted: A life where I can be a mother before all else. Some people aren't entirely supportive of this decision, saying that I'm too smart to be a hairstylist and that I'm wasting a lot of talent and brainpower. I've thought about this, also. I am going to miss being intellectually stimulated, but I'll live. This is the decision that's best for me.
In other areas of my life, I have no complaints. I have great friends who still love me even though I'm turning into a total recluse. I have a boyfriend who holds me when the uncertainty of my mother's future becomes too much to handle. I have a family that has stuck together when times have truly sucked. On top of that, I feel like I finally know what path I'm taking in life. What more could a girl ask for?
Part of this transformation, me being able to find a path, is due to me finally finding God and accepting Christianity as the path that's right for me and letting Him into my heart. I feel like through living out His word, I've found truth and love. It's gotten me out of bed on days when I've felt like the world has been too much to face. As of right now, I'm looking for friends who will accompany me to religious activities of some sort.... If you have any suggestions, let me know. I'm totally clueless in this area. It's time for me to make some changes in my life, and I'm well on my way to making them happen.
I feel totally comfortable making this entry public. I don't have anything to hide from anyone. | | |
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