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Sunday, 10 January 2010

  • 2010

    Last year was not very kind to me, but this year, I refuse to dwell on those times in my life where things didn't go so well. I will instead be thankful for the things that worked in my favor. My wonderful new apartment, my beautiful god son, another year with my wonderful boyfriend, and even my crappy full time job, because after all, a job is a job in these trying economical times...I even got my very first Ipod in 2009...about damn time I might add.

    This year will be better, because it simply has to be. This very day I decree that 2010 will be THE year of the decade. No matter what happens, I am determined to have a great year...that's not even a resolution, it's just fact. Even starting the new year off with a car accident, I still didn't let it ruin my opinion of how things will be. Bad things happen, it's our job to make them into good things, and if we cannot do that, then we must simply look past them, and let them ruin someone elses life. I control how things effect my mood, and this year I won't let things get me down...or at the very least I'll try. I know I take things too seriously, and I am trying to work on that. I also don't enjoy things for what they are, and I'm always trying to change them into what I want, and I really need to stop and just be happy. If I want to lose a couple pounds it should be for me and because I want to be healthy, not because someone thinks I'm fat. If someone has something mean to say, I should just take it in stride, and not give a damn. This is MY year, in so many more ways than one...

Wednesday, 30 December 2009

  • total b.s.

    I hate my job, I really do.
    I know that a job is a necessary evil, but sometimes I'd rather be homeless.
    My boss is rude and hypocritical, and the assistant is a two faced bitch.
    Everyone there acts like they are in high school...literally, and most are over 30.
    I can't even keep my bottle of water on the table without it getting tossed in the trash.
    I use one of those liter water bottles and refill it every damn day at least twice....
    everyone I work with knows this...
    The assistants answer to my dilemma...put your name on it and write don't toss out.
    I SHOULDN'T FUCKING HAVE TO.
    If it's not yours don't touch it!
    I literally have to write my name on my food everyday to insure it won't be eaten...
    It's getting ridiculous.
    Why can't a bunch of grown ass people act their age?

Thursday, 03 December 2009

  • Your love is like a warm hug...

    So in my last post I was worried about breaking down, but I survived...and it was easier than I had imagined.

    I think it helps that I have such a wonderful boyfriend to help me through things. He's always been there for me,

    even when I'm sure he would rather be elsewhere. He has made my last 2 and half years the best of my left. The

    greatest part is I know it only gets better everyday...even when we fight I still love him more than anything.

    Somedays I just wish I could show him how much I love him, and how amazing he is. Without him I think I'd still

    be too far in to my grief to think straight. I know that in the years to come things will be harder, but I also know

    that the bad times will reap their own rewards. Before him I hadn't ever wanted to grow old...I didn't want to

    become weak and wrinkled, but now forever seems like it won't be enough time to spend with him. My life is not

    what I had imagined, but then who's is...and I had never hoped for anything in specific so the way things have

    turned out has not disappointed me one bit. If tomorrow I learned that we had hours left to live, I would spend 

    them holding him close, and telling him how much he has meant to me. I may be young, but I have already set

    my eyes upon my goal, and they shall not be redirected....forever isn't too much to ask for, is it?

Thursday, 12 November 2009

  • Blargh

    So I was talking about thanksgiving today, when I realized that this year's dinner won't be the same.

    This will be the first year my mother cooks it solo, since my grandfather passed away earlier this year.

    He was the main chef in the house, so things might fall apart a little this year. It's going to be so hard.

    I've lost too much this year...my aunt, my grandpa, one of my closest guy friends, my dream job...

    I know thats a recurrent theme here, but this is my place to just go and be sad, since I know Addison can

    only handle so much of my grief. If I keep it bottled up any longer I might have a breakdown...and I don't

    know if I could mentally survive two in one year...nor could my wardrobe. : /

Wednesday, 11 November 2009

Monday, 11 May 2009

  • oh la...

    you have quite stolen my heart good sir...

    How I long for the days of dancing until dawn,
    and wearing pretty dresses, and marrying rich
    English noblemen.

    Instead I must now work all day,
    but I do get to have premarital "relations"
    and not be utterly condemned...

    It would still be nice to live back then though...
    I could've waited until marriage...I think.

    *sigh*

    Do you wish you lived in a world long gone?

Tuesday, 05 May 2009

  • Great News

    Becca and I hung out yesterday,
    and did our usual, which is going to
    The Salvation Army,
    and shopping for vintage items,
    or just things that are cute. :)

    We got there and they had a
    Help Wanted sign in the window.
    A friend of mine works there,
    so I asked her for an application.

    I filled it out after shopping,
    and then handed it in.
    I was just getting in the car,
    when my friend came out,
    and was like,
    "Do you want to talk to my boss?"

    So I went back in, and got interviewed.
    It went REALLY well, and she said
    she would know by Wednesday.

    This morning at 9:30 I get a call.
    She wants to hire me.
    I went in to pick up my paperwork today,
    and I start tomorrow morning.

    I love this feeling!


Saturday, 02 May 2009

Tuesday, 28 April 2009

  • My Bella...

    So tiny, so fragile...you're crying,
    and I can't keep you warm enough.

    I hold you so close, and beg you,
    please my Bella keep breathing.

    I implore you not to leave,
    and yet your cries grow weak.

    We hurry to keep you,
    and we just cannot win.

    I hold you in my hands,
    your tiny chest stops heaving.

    Your little mouth stops moving,
    I can feel your warmth leave.

    My Bella, my Bella,
    please come back my precious.


Thursday, 23 April 2009

  • I'm super excited!

    So yesterday my boyfriend had to leave town for work.
    He went to a city in Missouri that was ridiculously close to
    where I once lived.
    When he left I jokingly told him to drop me off there so
    I could see my best friend.
    Of course it wasn't really plausible at the time, so I'm still here.

    Well I called said best friend last night and we both wished it could
    have been.
    She then remembered her mother is coming into my city this weekend.
    SO...
    She's taking me back with her to Missouri, and I'll be staying there for
    A WHOLE WEEK!
    Unless they send Addison home early, because he's swinging through
    there to pick me up on his way back to Iowa.

    The only part thing that could stop this is if Zumiez calls me before Sunday.

    UGH.

    Part of me wants them to call, because I am looking for a job,
    but I also want to go to Missouri...plus I need a damn vacation.

    EDIT

    Didn't happen,
    Don't wanna talk about it.


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