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Name: Robyn
Country: United States
State: Maryland
Metro: Cecil County
Gender: Female
Interests: umm...shopping..thinking.lol..uh..spending time with the people that i love i.e. my family, friends..and God..praying..and stuff...what else? being on the computer...staring at the sky, laughing, daydreaming, arguing, l love to love, eat, play games..lol..art, music* christian*, rock ..o yea..and poetry!
Expertise: I have become an expert in Procrastination..and um...confusing myself
Occupation: Student
Message: message meEmail: email me
Member Since:
3/30/2005
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| ...which is why i'm back.
I'm not sure for how long though
we both know I dont stay on here regularly
but i'll try
anyway
1. i'm in the process of transferring schools
2. i had to quit my job / I thought i was going back to school...but I couldnt ...now i'm jobless
and I refuse on everything refutable to go back to that hell hole lol
3. Ive been reading and writing a lot / its so weird not being in school
4. Because I do not have a job, buying Christmas presents was extremely hard but I did a good job with it. I got 4 gifts with only $35!
5.Ive missed xanga
I doubt anyone will read this since ive been gone for so long
but I have missed you guys :)
what's been up
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| I
am
in
pain
Yesterday was my first day of work. I swear, If anyone ever tells me that working fast food is a piece of cake...i'm going to shove a medium sized coke cup down their wind pipe, and then add a straw. I twisted my ankle THREE times on a wet floor
AND THEN when i got home...and I took off my pants, I noticed that my knees were swollen. They would make MY first day on the busiest day of the week. It was fun, but by the end of it....both the customers, and I were cranky. I still tried to smile and everything, but I worked for a really long time/
I'll do my best to comment everyone's stuff tomorrow. ( I woke up this morning with a knot on my back because I slept on my cell phone. uugghhh)
love ya !
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| I walked from the escalator to the platform of the train, and already there's an enormous crowd. It's not even rush hour and there are people everywhere. People in suits, track pants, touring gear ( complete with a map and a backpack), and everything beyond and between. There's a spot near the tracks up ahead, so I tried my hardest to fit through it. Afraid someone will try to peak at the contents of my purse, it gets hugged next to my bosom as the passing rail cars lullaby me into calmness. Everyone begins to murmur, it sounds like one of those ancient languages that you hear on national geographic that you're sure they're just making up ......just for the camera. When the television people leave, they'll all be in aches and pains from laughing so hard as they speak in the clearest English possible "I can't believe they bought that". We'll all leave that documentary thinking we were a bit more enlightened than before, when in reality...we just got fed the biggest plate of BS anyone's ever eaten.
we interrupt this ......blog to bring you an important message::
I am now employed [ mcdonalds ] would you like some fries with that ?? lol
now back to your regularly scheduled blog entry.
Beside me is a woman with her baby. For the sake of giving her a name, I'll call her rosy because that's what her cheeks remind me of. I just wanted to pinch her, but I held back in fear of being arrested for child abuse or something of the like. Our train approaches and we all fight to fit through the tiny opening that is the car door. I spot a seat and sprint toward it. No old lady, nor child is getting this seat...it's MINE!
....I wish I hadnt picked this seat, the man next to me smells like anything anyone's ever thrown away. My eyes skim the area in which i'm sitting. The lady with rosy is a few feet away, and the tourists are right behind me.
Taken in, was the vision of the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. His bone structure is corbin bleu, his hair is unwinding, his skin tone is a tan not yet discovered. He looks so pensive. I like him, I have made up my mind that he's the guy that i'm going to marry. I bet his name would sound good with mine. I bet our kids would have crazy cool hair like his, and they'd sit and think..."just like their father", I would tell people. During off days, I would look at the love of my life, sitting across the room. We'd trade glances back and forth as I tell people how I met him on a train. It was perfect, and we would live perfectly together.
The car made a stop and a few people get off to allow room for new passengers. Of those passengers was a tall, model-type lady. She has legs for miles. She walks in the direction of Corbin, and he stands up to give her the seat. Soon after, he kisses her softly on the lips God blessed her with. All of my future plans came crashing from the cloud they were floating on, and into my lap.
.....I guess her name could fit with his too : /
Have you ever really liked someone that you couldn't have ?
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Todd, a 22-year-old college student, was alone on a Friday
night. After minutes of briefly viewing the channels on his television, he
began to drift in and out of ways to stay occupied. Last Friday, he could
remember the football party he and his friends threw - - - popcorn still stale
in the cushions of his thrift store sofa. Suddenly, the room was alive again.
Sweaty guys sporting team paraphernalia were everywhere. The speakers throbbed.
The air was thick with mating, but Todd's attention was drawn away from the
chaos of the room. There was a girl bent over the kitchen counter, her auburn
hair, and curious skin lured him by her side. He lightly caressed her arm as
she spoke of silly things like politics, and self-defense.
He was more interested in what her skirt was made out of, at
least that's what he told her when he interjected to" read the tag"
of her mini. The change in commercial volume startled Todd out of his daydream.
He was still alone in his apartment on a Friday. Why wasn’t he out enjoying
himself?
Earlier that day, a couple of his buddies asked if he wanted
to join them at the bar. "There's something I really need to do", he
told them, " I’ve been putting it off for a while now". They shook
their heads and continued to walk in the direction opposite Todd.
Bored with sealing his butt print on the sofa, he got up,
and went to his bedroom. Almost as soon as he entered, his shirt came off. He
was suddenly compelled to start examining himself. If he doesn’t, who
will...right?
right?
as he glared at his reflection in the mirror, he did the
only thing he could think to do ; The only thing that was appropriate in this
situation
.....he took a MySpace picture lol
: ]
What do you do when no one’s looking ?
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| ....but you'll always be somethin'.
A conversation with a fellow xangan, and a close friend of mine made me think about my future. I dont know why, but I never put 100% into anything. I never put full effort into papers I write, relationships, or even jobs. My highest GPA was never a 4.0, always 3.75. Whenever I learn something, it's never so I can do it for a lifetime. I know a little about everything, and not a lot about anything. It's just frustrating the way that I am sometimes. I can honestly say that i'm scared to death of the future. What's going to happen when I try to make it on my own ? I know that, when the time comes, i'll be ready....
but, there's still times when I have to call my mom to get the recipe for meatloaf or, ask my dad how to identify a screw driver. I dont think i'll ever be fully prepared for anything. I think that part of it has a lot to do with the fact that I was sheltered. Everything was always taken care of for me. My dad, when my room needed to be cleaned, would help me clean it. If I didnt want to wash the dishes, I didnt have to finish it. The only thing that I was really ever really dedicated to was my computer ( side note:: I can research.....or locate just about anything....like, if I see a clip of a movie...I can have the name for you along with actors and the soundtrack in about 3-5 minutes)....but....that's not saying much. It's more of an addiction than anything. When I try to put my whole heart into something , lets say....school, it usually tapers off after a while. I'm not very good at being good at stuff.
Does anyone know why this happens ? I wish I was one of those people who was just good at everything they tried. Who could hardly work and get the grade. But I guess, anything worth having is worth working for.
Is anyone else like this, or know how I could possibly change ?
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