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annissamazingSo I'm sitting here at my desk. For months I haven't thought about my LiveJournal and now all I can think about is adding to it. Of course, I've spent the majority of my day working on a photoshop job for a Worth 1000 contest. I took a photo of a work Christmas party from 1998 and merged it with a picture of a discoteque. It turned out better than my ghost in the smoke picture. My colorizations are the best, though. It's either that or fold brochures again. I sit so much that my bum and my legs hurt and I can't seem to lose any weight. For several weeks I did yoga for one hour then I did weight lifting for another hour. No weight loss. No inches lost. Just a lot of time lost. So I gave up. I still do yoga when my muscles hurt. It just feels good.
I took a look at the efnet #tmbg page here at livejournal. It doesn't get updated very often as far as I can tell. But that's ok because I was able to read it quickly. It's strange to see people refer to me. I guess Tom keeps showing up. I wish he'd take it off his autojoin. He automatically joins several channels; apparently he just doesn't look at #tmbg. But that is the way he is. I'm not angry with him any more. I still don't want to see him again, but I'm not angry. In actuality, I really never had any reason to be angry with him. I did everything I did on my own with no prompting from anyone else. I have my regrets, but not many. I'm happy how I ended up. I've got a great job and a great fiance. If I could only get back to Washington, I'd be one happy camper.
I was just told we've got a tornado warning going on right now. One's been spotted heading towards my town. I don't hear anything, though, so I think I'm OK. I don't have a basement to retreat to anyway (management leased out all the space on the bottom floor). I'll just stay where I am typing away on the computer. I'd like to work some more on learning Paint Shop Pro better. I think I'm a little burned out, though.
It's come to my attention recently that I've become extraordinarily boring. I didn't used to be boring and I can't really tell when it happened. I used to do stuff. I don't do stuff anymore. I end up talking to people about the most mundane experiences.
I've decided to learn how to play the guitar. Not so interesting, but hopefully, I'll get good at it. I can play one octave right now. I need to get a new book so I can learn another octave.
My friends are disappearing. It hurts my heart. What can I do? No, I don't want pity. I want my friends. I want Ken, Stacey, Lisa, Amanda, Marilee, Tim, Dean, Stauche, Crystal, Jason, Bill, Beth, Joel, Katrina, Anna, Steve, Seth, Miriah, Keith, Nadin, Justin, and Julia. Where did they go?
The storm sounds like it's getting worse.
I have no more to say.
I took a look at the efnet #tmbg page here at livejournal. It doesn't get updated very often as far as I can tell. But that's ok because I was able to read it quickly. It's strange to see people refer to me. I guess Tom keeps showing up. I wish he'd take it off his autojoin. He automatically joins several channels; apparently he just doesn't look at #tmbg. But that is the way he is. I'm not angry with him any more. I still don't want to see him again, but I'm not angry. In actuality, I really never had any reason to be angry with him. I did everything I did on my own with no prompting from anyone else. I have my regrets, but not many. I'm happy how I ended up. I've got a great job and a great fiance. If I could only get back to Washington, I'd be one happy camper.
I was just told we've got a tornado warning going on right now. One's been spotted heading towards my town. I don't hear anything, though, so I think I'm OK. I don't have a basement to retreat to anyway (management leased out all the space on the bottom floor). I'll just stay where I am typing away on the computer. I'd like to work some more on learning Paint Shop Pro better. I think I'm a little burned out, though.
It's come to my attention recently that I've become extraordinarily boring. I didn't used to be boring and I can't really tell when it happened. I used to do stuff. I don't do stuff anymore. I end up talking to people about the most mundane experiences.
I've decided to learn how to play the guitar. Not so interesting, but hopefully, I'll get good at it. I can play one octave right now. I need to get a new book so I can learn another octave.
My friends are disappearing. It hurts my heart. What can I do? No, I don't want pity. I want my friends. I want Ken, Stacey, Lisa, Amanda, Marilee, Tim, Dean, Stauche, Crystal, Jason, Bill, Beth, Joel, Katrina, Anna, Steve, Seth, Miriah, Keith, Nadin, Justin, and Julia. Where did they go?
The storm sounds like it's getting worse.
I have no more to say.
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I miss you too.
Date: 2003-07-07 09:42 pm (UTC)Re: I miss you too.
Date: 2003-07-14 05:16 am (UTC)You'll finda God in every golden coistah!
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