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June 29th, 2007
 | 10:02 am - oooooh soo tired
I'm so tired it's like I'm drunk. I can barely keep my head up, my body is so weak and I'm slurring my words like me and Coors had a happy reunion last night. But no! I went to bed at like 10:30 and woke up at 5 freaking 30 this morning.. 5:30!!!!!!! And I'm realizing at this exact moment that I literally NEED that extra hour of sleep. I'm fairly unproductive at work, driving would probably be dangerous right about now and I don't dare call anyone for work purposes cause I doubt i could coherently put sentences together. So I'm slowly piecing documents together and checking my email every 10 minutes hoping for something easy to respond to. GAH And Facebook is being so mean! FACEBOOK! Don't EVER do site maintenance again! EVER. I want to login NOW. I's Tired. .. oh good, there it goes.
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May 31st, 2007
 | 11:48 am
Hey everyone,
I decided I want to post more entries but the majority of them will be friends only for various reasons. So if you want to read them and your not on my friend list already, feel free to add me as a friend!
Kell
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 | 11:23 am - I'M BACK LOVES
So I have a job this summer. And the feeling alone of being able to hold a job without hyperventilating is glorious to me. Leaving my first interview this year, I almost cried. Not because I did so well or the job sounded so great but because I was myself again. I proudly walked into that organization (albeit nervously) and enthusiastically sold myself for the position. I made my interviewer laugh, I talked about my passion for working in non-profit and I left with a feeling of self worth. I had done something so above and beyond what my mind and body would have allowed me to do last summer. And I got that job. And that’s where I am right now. I don’t know if I’ve ever talked about my depression here before I went on antidepressants. For the longest time I didn’t want anyone to know.. ever. But as I continue on them, I begin to notice that I want to talk about it, that I need to tell people. Something about the stigma against depression drives me. This idea that it’s a weakness, that all it should take is a little self infused optimism to get rid of it… makes me want to scream from the top of my lungs, “Then you obviously don’t know what you are talking about!!” It’s truly, from the bottom of my heart, NOT that simple. For months, I wished it was. Trust me. It’s terrifying revealing to someone you love that you are on antidepressants. They suddenly think that you aren’t the person that you really are. That without the meds, that would be your true self. But they are wrong, the person I was without medication was not me. Not in a million years. Everyday I felt like someone else. Some foreign mind living in this body, performing these movements. Today I am the person that I truly am. The person who is not afraid, who knows that I am amazing. I love it, and for the first time in years, I love me again. If you truly have any questions friends, I would love to answer them. On a different note, I am on LJ at work typing this. I have a minimal amount of work to do at this job which is not what I’m used to! When I worked at Motif two summers ago in a similar office position, I felt like I was constantly run off my feet, scrambling to get things done on time. At this position, I am relaxed, it is a casual work atmosphere. I have my own laptop, I share an office with one other woman who only works the afternoons and I think I’ve finished the majority of my summer tasks in the first 4 days that I’ve been working here! Something tells me that I should slow down cause I don’t think they expected this. When I interviewed for this position she told me that the summer is fairly slow. Which suits me just fine. The time actually allows me to get to know the organization better and to understand what goes on in the day to day operations. While the executive director is gone in July I’ll be covering her position which will be challenging and is thrilling to me. That she entrusts me with that position. And better yet, that I am confident I can handle it. I want to start writing again. I want to scramble my thoughts down on paper and typed furiously. Numerous friends, acquaintances don’t really get “blogging” or online journaling. I don’t really see the big fuss. For me it’s a way of connecting to people. The majority of friends on my LJ are people I probably would never have met otherwise and I think that’s fabulous. I love learning about your lives, hearing your thoughts and sharing mine with you.
What do you guys think? Have people ever questioned why you do what you do?
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April 5th, 2007
 | 09:01 am Once a great friend left me a dozen roses on my doorstep on Valentine's Day. It was unexpected and I cried.
She knew I was sad over a boy and it might possibly be the greatest thing that anyone has ever done for me.
I love you Prisca. You have the soul of an angel.
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April 1st, 2007
 | 08:05 am Things I've learned in the past year:
- if you want something, you have to rely on yourself and no one else. People will inevitable let you down, only you can control what you do next
- when you think you can do no more and you are completely spent, you're wrong. Tomorrow starts again and you get up and you get through it
- there are amazing, loving people out there who are not afraid to love you
- someone will always have doubts about your choices for the future. Forget the doubters, stick to those who revel in your success and help you learn through your failures
- the people I've loved the most in this world have also made me cry the hardest. It's because I love you that I cry
- if you have someone's trust, don't be an asshole and fuck it up. Trust is so precious cause once you break it, it's never the same again. The broken pieces leave incredible space for doubt
- I have no idea how I got through that period of my life alone. The person closest to me in the world needed me and the only person who would actually understand is the one who needed me
- repression only works for so long
- i'm glad I am who I am, cause I still wish to see the good before the bad. It is true, that naivete, that optimism gets me hurt and bad sometimes, but at least I choose to feel both emotions fully. Cause when the good is good, it's all worth it baby.
It's all worth it.
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March 26th, 2007
 | 01:43 pm
Welcome to ambivalence.
In a perfect world, nothing would be left to uncertainty.
Hello imperfect world. Meet my friend ambivalence.
I want to be happy and shout it from the rooftops. I'm afraid to tell anyone anything for the fear that it'll all end out of nowhere. Already, I feel like I've said too much.
I'm afraid to be truly happy so I hold back. If I'm too happy, i'm afraid it'll hurt too much when I fall and no one is there to pick me up again.
I'm terrified. Let me fall god dammit.
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February 15th, 2007
 | 05:57 pm God, it's hard not to throw stuff back into other people's faces when they are just being dicks and pissing you off. You promise to forgive and try to forget but if you're attacking me, I have a hard time not going, "YAH, WELL! REMEMBER THIS TIME WHEN YOU DID THIS TO ME"
And I know how much it hurts them. And instantly afterwards your gut just aches, cause you know. You know you said something that you promised you wouldn't hold against them forever.
But then there it is.. just so easy, it just comes out. And it's powerful stuff. So you only bring it out at the hard times. When you feel trapped.
I hate that I do that. I hate that I just did that. I want to say I'm sorry but I also want to let it sink in that maybe that person should be careful with their words too.
You'll notice in the end, after all the excuses, that it really doesn't make me feel better. I still feel like an ass. And I should.
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January 31st, 2007
 | 06:06 pm - BITE ME MICROSOFT
So the Microsoft Genuine software Nazis have been steppin it up a notch lately as I'm getting multiple warnings a day now. It's almost as though its the countdown to the eventual self destruction of my computer system.. and I fear that even typing the words Microsoft and Genuine in a public setting sets off an alarm on Bill Gates personal home computer and a little elf pops up.. "We got another one sir. Another theft that needs to be punished by demanding they purchase our system. And if they just ignore us, we will HARASS them constantly" Microsoft probably have satellites circulating the globe specifically for the purpose of tracking down all these evil evil students who are just trying to save some cash by having a computer programmer build their computer for them instead of buying it from a big box store. Apparently Microsoft needs that reassurance that they are still the biggest provider of computer systems.
BECAUSE THEY DON'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY ALREADY! HOW ABOUT YOU FUCK OFF BILL GATES?
I mean Jesus.. how greedy can people be?
Everytime that thing pops up on my computer, I want to smash Bill Gates' face in. With my monitor and computer tower.
That'll show him.
"This copy of microsoft is not genuine. You may be a victim of counterfeiting" THANKS TIPS.. LIKE I DIDN'T ALREADY KNOW.
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December 1st, 2006
 | 12:54 am - Who needs their left side anyways? Useless side... so it's 12:45 AM and i'm sitting here eating my Nutella and PB bun, attempting to throw together the greatest sociological analysis of psychological well being in university students in history and it occurs to me that there is a high probability that my leg may just fall off in the near future.
i'm thinking a .5000 probability people.. that's like a 50/50 chance. Everyday it just kinda sits there, in it's own little wonderment of pain, so alien from the rest of my body. At times it shrieks at me helplessly and I simply want to chainsaw it off in order to continue with my day.
In class, I pop a couple painkillers to get through 3 hours of sitting, occasionally leaning over to press on the siatic nerve that runs down the back of my leg. I'm sure it looks like I'm eroticly massaging my leg in the middle of class but it's the only thing that momentarily stops the sharp stabs of pain, so i don't care.
I curse the day massaging someone outside a spa setting became a sexualized act because I would kill to be able to ask anyone at school to just momentarily untighten the psychotic overprotective muscles in my back. I get it, they are keeping my spine safe, but REALLY? Do they have to be that tight? I walk around the house like a freakin hunchback.
Just curious. You think if my doctor sends me to a neurosurgeon I'd get a laugh if I specifically asked for McDreamy to do my surgery. Oh man.. that would ALMOST be worth it. But not quite. He's welcome to stop by later and massage my back.. but surgery, no thanks.
Current Music: boney m - mary's boy child
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November 23rd, 2006
 | 10:36 am - the history books forgot about us I can't imagine having to raise kids while going to university. This morning I'm attempting to pull off the inevitable. Writing an 8 page paper in less than 2 hours, complete with references, etc. My "child" decides its a good time to play with one of those tingly bell balls that roll on the floor. You know what I'm talking about. And for god sakes, NEVER has he played with that ball before, but NOW, now he decides it'd be a good time.
And he's not even demanding my attention, simply playing to himself. And he's a cat! Can you imagine if it was a kid?
"MOM! MOM!! I'M HUNGRY!"
"Go away kids, i'm writing an essay on rural women and domestic abuse...Go amuse yourselves somewhere"
Yah, like that'd work. Good thing I'm not actively increasing those chances at the moment. (aka I'm not getting any)
A plus side and down side to all things in life. BEST BIRTH CONTROL EVER Current Music: regina spektor - samson
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