Nothing Special

Getting rid of stuff.

That's number 1. the majority of my belongings consist of clothing, blankets, kitchen utensils and such, books, art and knick-knacks. not necessarily in that order, but it does tend to fit in a cubic meter of space when smooshed together. SO, It's summer I thought It's kind of warm I thought, then why not get rid of stuff?

WHAT A BRILLIANT IDEA!

So I am. If you're interested in rifling through my junk, just give me a call, maybe there's a jar full of treasures waiting to be discovered by you! Maybe there's a piece of artwork that you absolutely MUST have, (mainly my painting of my hairbrush $100-get it while it's hot! Prices go up in the fall!) or a hat, or two... dozen.

I'm a crafter. When I make stuff, I keep it until I HAVE to get rid of it, or i need some moolah, or it's required to discard things, like right now.

Accumulation is not a good thing: "clutter clutters the mind by filling in all the gaps."

I've seen Hoarders.

>shudder<

What I make: hats, jewelry, interesting things to look at, pottery, cards, paintings, pins, ceramic beads, wallets, bags, drawings, sculptures, the list goes on...

And I juggle.

SO, starting a sentence with a proposition are we?

Funny way to do things.

I know isn't it? 

This is what happens when I can't sleep.

So sad. So mad. So Silly, Siccily...

for hours on end this goes on in my waking daylight.

SO, I will be in the process of planning a time and place for selling stuffs, once I've figured a few,[dozen] other things out first, but I will be sure to post what's going to happen when I know what's going to happen. 

Good, I'm going to bed.

TIME WARP!!!

So....
Where should I begin?
This was supposed to be posted two weeks ago.
Hi, It's been awhile, and things have been hectic.

I've gone from this:

To this!

Yes my hair is currently red and purpl'y pink, in nearly an hour it'll have quite a splash of blue in it!
I've found that dying my hair has helped me to cope with everything that has been going on in the past year. I've moved, I'm working about 6 days a week with two jobs. I'm in a steady relationship. I'm beginning to establish myself as an adult in society.

Then my dad calls.
He left a message.
I'm not ready to talk to him yet.
Every time I think about it I go on the defensive, I start to have anxiety and I start yelling in my head.
Sometimes I yell outside of my head too. The many things I have to say are not pleasant.
My mother chose a relationship with him as the one that held the most space inside of her. I wonder what will happen to her if/when she realizes that her husband has distorted his family's point of view of the world. I am attempting to preserve what sanity I have left by removing myself from the equation. I made my choice, I do not wish to endanger my peace of mind by compromising my privacy, but I would like his "REIGN OF TERROR" to end with my departure. He has abused his family significantly over the years, insisting that our survival consists solely of his being our beneficiary. He has claimed to have raised us to be individuals capable of taking care of ourselves,
Congrats, we are, we could have learned this without your verbal, mental and physical abuse.


I was born for a purpose, and I must pursue that purpose, even if it gets painful along the way.

Hmmmm

STRESS

is starting

to get to

me

I wish it 

wouldn't

but some-

times it

must

just to 

be 

contrary.

Then

I have

anxiety

and 

depression

which leave

me feeling

quite

numb

to most

things

I'm fairly 

frustrated

with it

all.

Watchit!

Just watch.

Purple Hair, Luggage, and Timing

So... I'm moving again,  bouncing from place to place, that's why I haven't been so able to post for oh so long!
I'm pairing down my things, preparing for the journeys I'm to go through, and...
Helping my sweetie fix his car! God is so good! He has provided an income to allow me to help make sure that things keep moving, literally! I have also had the opportunity to purchase a pair of danceco shoes that allow me to walk long distances, and stand comfortably when I am going to and fro.
I have quite possibly one of the best jobs EVER, and I work with a large number of highly intelligent people. I get to look at pictures of roofs all day long and look for missing houses, which oddly enough, there are a surprising number of!
I'm going to be living closer to Seattle for three months, then I think I'll go on an adventure afterwards, (if work permits) if not, then I'll be working and keeping busy to save up for a vehicular purchase. I've got a long way to go!
I have a plan.
It has been said that it cannot be done...
But I will see whether or not it is possible.
Perhaps not now, perhaps not here, and perhaps not what you might think I would be up to...
But I'll see what happens in the near future.
There is so much more I have to learn!

Its not all purple, the underside and "bangs" are purple fading to blue on the tips.

happy birthday to me

I'm 22 today.
My wonderful boyfriend...
forgot my birthday.
Because he thought it was tomorrow.
I woke up at 3:00am this morning, stumbled out of bed and got a drink of water. I thought it was morning because of all of the light pollution in the area.
One of the coworkers that I work with has the same birthday two years prior.
I wore flowers in my hair.
Happy birthday to me.

Catch Up

Goodness!
I sorely overestimated the amount of time I would have during the day in which to post in!
So, here I am, sorry for being so tardy with my update.
The newest new news is that my liver is back to normal!!! Also, my body is slowly healing. The not-so-nice news that accompanies this is that: I will get mono again. >sigh<
The second great news is that: I have been working at my new job for a few weeks now, and I'm having an amazing time! Every day is an adventure, and days like today were REALLY challenging, but they help me to grow in what I know how to do. (or learn what I don't know how to do)

My family reality:
The day after I was admitted to the ER I called Yakima to return a call I had gotten when I was asleep the previous evening. I talked with my brother for about 45 minutes and over the course of our conversation he mentioned some things that need prayer: depression is the main concern. He's a teen, going to be 15 this November and he doesn't have a stable peer group, or set of good role models surrounding him with support.
So, some slightly more severe topics were touched on, and I knew that I had to go and confront my mother with my brothers' reality. So I readied my things to leave to go there that Thursday. I called my mother on Wednesday night telling her I was coming the next morning. She freaked out and by the end of our conversation I was disowned. She does not wish to see me or hear from me or have me speaking to my brother.
In her twisted way she says I'm "using him" for information about the family, and she doesn't want me "influencing him" or "hurting him". She has effectively cut him off from people who care about him, and people he cares about. Isolation is not a healthy thing for a teenager.

In another note, I told my brother that I had mono when I talked to him, he told my mother and my mother told dad, and dad called me.
He asked me how I was, where I was, what I was doing, where I was working... and I asked him why he called. "He said because my mother told him"
No other reason.
It was a brick wall.
No truth was there, no seeking resolution, no trying to mend our relationship. just a silence like he was waiting for me to say something.
I had the decency to not hang up on him.

Its rather an odd mixture of feelings I'm experiencing right now, but for the most part it's simply a relief to know that there is hope for me yet.

I'm looking for housing, working, and I keep forgetting to buy vegetables.
That's pretty much it for now.