Tu es ma ange.

I gotta get outta here.

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So. My life: I work as a banquet server, so far my most recent evening was catering to a "Life Giving Order Ministry's Christmas Gala" which featured a reverened from the Bahamas and a Prophetess who is unmarried to them even though they have about 13 children. The most awkward part of the evening is when they were giving a sermon and half way through the "reverend" says "and when the white man calls you nigga" and hearing a buncha "amens" and "hallelujahs" and then you realize that you are the only caucasian in a sea of 250 brown (and black) folk. I also like the table of mexican/puerto ricans that they acknolweged by saying "hey zeus" sometimes for their benefits. That was also the first time I saw people having seizures on the dance floor. *Sidenote: unlike my church where we had soloists and sometimes sign languagists to songs, this group had mimes. That's right, full mime gear, kinda cool.

I like working for the Clarion and Pridestaff, but I need to think about what the hell I am doing with my life.

Christmas day was nothing but sex and video games and cuddling. Well spent if you ask me. I made stuffed mushrooms, but they failed. We also had breakfast at a packed waffle house. Christmas eve was great because in the middle of watching a Christmas Story (I picked that one at Ed's a dollar video store across the street from us, jaime picked the last mimzy which was a helluva alot better than I expected) I realized I ate waaay too much and I felt like I was gonna retch. Next thing I know I'm half awake and crying and saying that I'm gonna be fat. And james is going "damn girl, you ate more than me! you ate a whole pizza and 3 strudels!" he then proceeded to calm me down by letting me know that I was just stuffed and that I'm not going to be fat and then I cried back the whole time saying "But why? Why did I eat all of that?" (That being half of an apple and gorgonzola cheese pizza and the other half of a red baron mexican supreme pizza which is basically nachos on a pizza crust)

On the 18th of December my parents gave me stuff I bought when I moved here to Columbia like sponges, and spoons, and brownie mix. No vacuum, no gun. On the plus side, they are paying for my school tuition which if four grand. Due to my scholarships, the end total is 2 grand, so the other two I am putting forth for car insurance *coughjiffylubecough*. James and I are coming out ahead, even if we are giving Brittany money all the time (last "gift" was 350) It's just money right?


Which reminds me, I don't know where I'm headed next. All I know is this:


I want to see the world.

Going to the Oscars in blue jeans would be nice.

I like acting.

I want to be with James no matter what.



and James plans are:

See the world.

Snuggle with Tory.



So we have no idea where the hell we're going. Maybe we should buy a map and some darts....