2.25.2011

Crashed And Burned

I wrote one absolute brilliant essay for my applications to school, clicked on the save button, said good night to my lap top and closed the lid.

In the morning, when I got up and was refreshed, I was going to proof my essay and send it out to my chosen schools.

I opened the laptop lid.

Turned it on.

The dark blue abyss screen with white cold fonts taunting me.

"Fatal error Blondie, corrupt driver, kiss your essay goodbye."


I wish I had more to say but I don't.


The Blonde is burnt out!!!

2.23.2011

Pump Up the Volume

because the noise doesn't bother my focus any mo'.

French is kicking my little hiney and I had to go to extreme measures to battle Napolean.

I had to resort to evil pharmaceuticals!

Everyone knows how I feel about these degenerate behemoth drug pushers. But I was about to fail out of class because the pace, the way its taught----it was leading to utter disaster. I had to do the unthinkable. I had to start pill popping my way through one of Boo's old concerta bottles that has been sitting collecting dust for a few years.

I can understand why.

Holy Speed Freak, Batman.

Get me off this speed train.

I didn't sleep for two days.

I couldn't talk for two days.

I was just this mute worker bee.

I can't imagine what it must feel like to a 5 year old kid.

I had to cut the pill down 4 times before it worked without speed freak side effects.

I was tinkering all night long with little things.

I now know why speed freaks have aluminum foil made into little figures in their homeless shant.

Now that I am back to normal taking baby pieces of the concerta, I finally aced a quiz in french. I was finally able to muffle out the other conversations and concentrate on the one with my partner.

Just as soon as this semester is over; I am off this cerebellum pump juice.


This Blonde is on brain steriods!!

2.20.2011

I Have Been my Biggest Failure


I wish it was an epiphany but its not.

I have lived in fear for all my life and its time to shed the burden.

Drop the load.

Leave it all behind and go.

Don't ask where.

Don't plan.

Just get in that packed car and go.


I would like to blame all this on me being an idiot but unfortunately, I am not privy to that title.

But what I am privy to is a verbal certificate that came stamped and on my birth certificate and played like a broken record.

'LIFE ISN'T FAIR'

'LIFE ISN'T FAIR'

'LIFE ISN'T FAIR'

'LIFE ISN'T FAIR'

'LIFE ISN'T FAIR'

'LIFE ISN'T FAIR'

'LIFE ISN'T FAIR'

'LIFE ISN'T FAIR'

'LIFE ISN'T FAIR'

'LIFE ISN'T FAIR'

'LIFE ISN'T FAIR'

'LIFE ISN'T FAIR'

'LIFE ISN'T FAIR'

'LIFE ISN'T FAIR'

'LIFE ISN'T FAIR'

'LIFE ISN'T FAIR'

'LIFE ISN'T FAIR'


Its taken me half a life time to break that record.


The Blonde doesn't see that stamp anymore.!!!



2.19.2011

Working It!

I am working, working, working....

and studying, studying, studying...

French is kicking my arse but I will get it. I am putting several hours a day trying to learn this language. Heck, I barely slide with an English tongue.

But Napolean the french teacher will keep me on my toes. Its amazing how much you want to prove yourself to someone who just rolls his eyes at your effort.

Anyhoo, on a happier note....

My online selling is doing awww---ight!! I don't know why I find that a shocker, but I do, sometimes. Maybe, cuz being successful at something has not always been my stronger suit, but I guess a Blonde just has to find her nitch.

Mine happens to be fashion. Designing, creating, shopping and reselling...LOVE IT ALL!!

I am also about to get kicking in high gear on my creativity. I have tons of fabric sitting around going vintage on me. Crazy the cost of notions at Joann Fabrics but so much fun to shop and the killer bags I am about to launch on my Etsy store will be fab.

Interested in an array of goods from me...Check out my ad to the left.

Anyhoo,


On the love side of my life.

Its actually just as shocking and fabulous. I have found my nitch in the love department as well.

A little older but not too much. Handsome and sweet as a button and from out of Texas.

No more Texas men for me. They just don't fit in my style but a cute Doctor from the North fits tighter than a boy scout slip knot.



The Blonde is working her mojo!!





2.16.2011

Blonde I hear You Calling

but I just can't love right now.

Maybe in a few more hours...

Maybe in a few more years...

Oh Blonde I hear you calling but I can't come dry your tears...

I am always somewhere else...

and your always there alone...

Oh Blonde, I hear you calling...

du

du

du

but....du.....du...du......

This song might have planted the wrong message in my love life and I guess I am done listening ot it.

Hear is to new lyrics, new melodies, and a new love.



The Blonde will sing her own tune now!