Revival

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So, it’s been a year and two days since I wrote last. Amazingly enough, my entries are still here. Apparently, Diaryland isn’t hurting for space or they would have deleted my ass months ago.

So, yeah, I’m married now. I’m someone’s WIFE. How weird is that? Sex on a regular basis is a definite perk.

Dad is still an asshole and (hopefully) permently extracted from my life.

Laura, surprisingly, turned out to be a not so great friend, as she not only backed out from doing the pictures for the wedding, but didn’t show up at all. Apparently, I’m not so great at choosing friends.

Leef is probably my closest friend at the moment. She’s married too, which is nice. She thinks I’m going to Hell because of the whole Vegetarian thing, but that’s beside the point.

I have managed to keep Bean alive, and he is taking a bath as we speak. He’s a very obnoxious little bird, but I’m glad I’ve not killed him. He’s good to have around.

I graduated with an HBSc from U of T. It’s taken me nowhere, really. I’ve got a great job at a kid’s bookstore, but I really don’t need a science degree to be working there. I’ve just enrolled in a law course at H College. Who knows…maybe that will take me somewhere.

Enough for now.

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About Angela

My name is Angela. I am a 28 year old psych and criminology graduate, but I'd rather not diagnose you. I am a cuddle-slut. I can recite the entire script of The Princess Bride, (including accents) and believe that the meaning of life is contained within. Polyanna, Snap.com commercials, and Oprah 'reunion shows' make me cry. I can whistle and hum at the same time, but I cannot touch my toes. I am an expert in both listening and talking. I look good in orange. I am a writer. I kick ass in Gin, Hearts, and Cribbage but I don't understand Canasta or Bridge. I can be heard singing Broadway numbers from my shower, and have dressed up as a viking princess, (complete with aluminum foil breast plate) The Phantom of the Opera, and a Ghostbuster for Hallowe'en. I have a bird named Bean. I have a brother named Adam. They are not related. I like vanilla body lotion, peanut butter, saunas, Jim Carrey, broccoli, pets, TheOnion.com, Muppets, Kevin Smith, Corelle dishes, dry erase white-boards, Barenaked Ladies, Philosophy, the letter J, Harry Potter, picture frames, swimming, quilting, Michael Moore, genealogy, Raggedy Anne, tacky 50's tchotchke, 'Idiot's Complete Guide To' books, tweezers, feather pillows, polar dips, aquariums, Martin Luther King Jr., and Dr. Pepper. I don't like meat, gossips, cooked carrots, American Idol, mosquitoes, sweating, politics, public washrooms, tardiness, tuition, hunting, pat answers, pick up lines, brown bananas, cliches, pine scented air freshener, Kevin Costner, bacon, candied apples, pro-wrestling, humidity, and hypocrisy. Books I've read recently The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, The Dark Tower, When Nietzsche Wept, What's So Amazing About Grace?, Catcher in the Rye, Not Wanted On the Voyage, The Red Tent, The Little Prince, The Way the Crow Flies, Slaughterhouse-Five, The Poisonwood Bible, The Fall, The Knot of Vipers, Calculating God, The Chrysalids, Sick Puppy, Nineteen Eighty-Four, Franny and Zooey, The Brothers Karamazov, and jPod. I am slightly neurotic. No I'm not. Yes I am.

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