Here's What I Have to Say.

Hate it. 

I really do. There's so many aspects of my life that are utterly disheartening. It makes me so sad to see it, let alone live it. *sigh*

I'm not visiting Orlando like I planned to in October, and I cannot begin to describe the total devastation this has caused. I could care less about Disney. It's my people. That's where they are, and it's where I'm not. I need them. Need them. I knew it was going to be hard and boring not to be seeing them everyday, but I had no idea how difficult it was going to actually be living without them. God! I miss Jessie and Kat so much. It's nearly unbearable. 

Here people are used to a Kim that goes with the flow, makes excuses and doesn't ever ever say how much they hurt her feelings. Now, they get confused and angry when she expresses how she feels. Mom, I don't like going out to your house because it actually is too far, that's the real reason. It's a long drive there and back and I don't like to stay the night, because I like my bed and my cat's snoring next to me. AND, I got a dog for a reason. I like her company. That's why I don't like it when you kidnap her to go to the "ranch". Yes, I know you're reading this. But, at least with the truth I don't have to dodge around subjects. And, while I'm at it, you yell too much. It's hurtful.

My house is driving me crazy. They found black mold in my basement and ripped a giant hole in my wall. Yes, steve, MY wall. Just because you destroyed it, that doesn't make it yours. My entire lair now smells like stomach churning, eye burning, vinegar. It's similar to walking into a cheap, rotted, wine cellar. Yummy. So, now, they've taken my space. For a couple of weeks, it's gone. Where am I supposed to escape you people? When you've pissed me off to the point of tears, where am I supposed to go? 

Here's one you're going to love. I like a guy. Oh yeah, actually like one. He's 2000 miles away. Literally. Awesome. Oh... and he has no idea. Awesomer.

I still haven't attained a router. So, I can't write because I'm chained to the dining room table. That's great. 

I also feel the need to give a shout out to Aly. Thank you for your support in my new chosen career. And for your correspondence. It's nice to have a sister that cares... Wait. Oh... I'm mistaken. You're too busy with half hearted "friends" and partying to realize you have a sister who misses you. In case you decide to tear yourself away from your self involved little world for three seconds and actually wonder how I'm doing, here it is: I've given up trying with you. 

Hmm... I'm on a roll here... Grandpa, I'm trying to help, stop making fun of me. I get enough of that from everyone else. Plus, I'm the one who asks you how you're doing, not other people or making assumptions. 

Grandma, I know I'm fat, eat too much, and have zits. You can stop pointing it out everyday. 

I know I made the right decision to leave Disney. That was the best thing I did for me since leaving home. I'm just not sure if I came to the right place. I needed to not be there. But, I'm also thinking I need not be here. Typical. Can't go forward, can't go back. 

Kim out.

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Apparently having two blogs wasn't enough. I needed another. 

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This is it. 

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Thanks for your support everyone!

Peace out.

Some Things Never Change.

Some things never change. 

Those "things" would be me.

I'm never where I need to be when I need to be there.

I'll never have clear skin.

I'm never going to be good at sharing.

And I always ALWAYS love the one I can't have.

*sigh* I also loathe myself for posting this. Really... 

Did this uplift any of you...? No. 

Did it make me feel better...? No. 

Did you roll your eyes...? Yes. 

Did I...? Yes. 

ROAR!!

I'm going to go crawl in a hole and pray for sleep. Or death. Or maybe tea... 

I have acquired a new "fine china" tea set... 

Peace out.

Weird

So, friends, I painted my fingernails today.

First time in around two/two and a half years.

It's an odd sensation. 

That is all.

Moving, Driving, and Vegas, Oh My!!

I believe that is the only fitting title.

So... 

A number of things have happened since my last entry, as most of you are aware of. I'm just going to make a list. I feel that will keep this information organized and easier to follow.

#1 I moved. 

Yup. I'm back in the 801 for reals. It's weird. It's home, but at the same time, it's not home. The residential sector of my mind is on overload right now. It's fine, though. I'm figuring I'll come around. Once I get a job, find some sort of a routine, and regain a social life, I'll feel better.

#2 The drive. 

I (and when I say I, I mean we, and when I say we, I mean me, my mom, Aly, Sphinx, Maggie, and Evie) drove from Orlando to Salt Lake. Wow. We did a crap load of stuffs, though. I especially enjoyed touring the USS Alabama, and Kansas City. On the battleship, I felt like Link in a dungeon. Only, in place of the Master Sword I had a cell phone. Oh yeah, I got lost. It was great! Kansas City was a beautiful city. It surprised me. I'll probably live there one day, or visit for a significant amount of time. Anywho, the drive took us almost five days. It was quite a trek.

This is the battleship USS Alabama. It was so bad ass. I loved it. It was so much fun to get lost within her. That sounded better in my head...

The arch in St. Louis. It was neat to see something you've seen only pictures of, in real life. It was as giant as I thought it was...

Ah, yes... Arrowhead Stadium. Home of the Kansas City Chiefs. Maybe one day I'll see a game there. But, for now, this was a rare treat to just see it from a distance. Go Chiefs!!

#3 Vegas

After a week of being home, I was crazy enough to get back in the car. We took a little quest to Las Vegas. One of my most favorite destinations. I love Vegas. So much. We walked almost the entire strip. We dined at Nine Fine Irishmen, and Denny's at two a.m. (well, my mom and I did, anyway). I sang karaoke totally sober, and ate in Paris right in front of the Bellagio fountains. My mom and I spent an afternoon with dolphins, lions, and tigers, while Andrea and Aly took part in the Star Trek convention. The wax museum was quite entertaining, as well, as it always is. 

Here we are playing video poker and receiving free drinks. I love vegas! I won! But, then lost.

Bah ha ha! Whilst in Vegas I learned how to tie a cherry stem in a knot using only my tongue! This is why one travels to the far away land of Las Vegas... To learn these useless, albeit AWESOME, ways...

Ah, yes... How does one resist the temptation of this photo... If any of you can figure out how to just walk by and NOT do this, please let me in on the secret!! Wait... disregard that last statement. This is funny.

Aly was pooped. Vegas is hard work for one so young. Apparently my will power for not taking hilarious photos is weak. I don't care. This is great. Love you, Al.

Many more photos can be found upon my facebook, if you so choose to take a gander over there. Also included are: my final Disney parade, my final night of work, my last park outings and my going away "party". 

That is all. 

Rennik I miss you.

Dear Facebook "Friend"

I want to know how you have the NERVE to make a comment like that. You don’t know the whole story. Maybe you should know what’s going on before you open your giant, disgusting, fat, probably herpes infected mouth. 

The reason I’m moving in with my grandparents is because my grandpa can no longer work. They’re staying afloat, but having a hard time. I’m going to help them. They raised me, and they deserve better than what they’ve got. I’m able to be there for them, so I’m going to. 

How dare you tell me it’s “sad” that I’m moving in with my grandparents, especially when you don’t know the reasons why. And, how dare you tell me that’s not something to shout out to the world. I’m damn proud of the fact that I’m going to be there for my family. They’ve done so much for me, and I finally have the ability to give some of that back.

Try thinking before speaking. It’s helpful.

Also, try learning respect, for you no longer have mine. 

Piss off.

The Beginning of the End

These are the things I'm leaving. The parks, the beach, my friends and my "friends".

In 18 days I'll be driving away from "sunny" Florida.

Am I ready to say goodbye...?