*edit* adding more pics. a few of some of my art. meh. 
I saw a shooting star last night. Do you remember the last time you saw one? I don't. It's been a long time. I almost forgot to make my wish. If only it will come true....
San Antonians, don't bother to go to the River Walk to see their so called "Christmas lights". A hole bunch of stringed lights scattered over all the trees is hardly "magical" or "magnificant". I was incredibly disappointed. The only thing that made me feel better was pigging out on beignets, fresh fruit, and "firehouse fries" (fries smothered in chili, cheese, onions, cholula, and jalapenos...mmm). Yeah, my baby loved all the bombardment of food. But I just couldn't stop eating!!!!
My dear friends, wish me luck. I am going to tell my parents this week that I'm pregnant. I don't know how, but I'm gonna do it. I'll probably just say something like, "I've been meaning to tell ya'll this for a couple of months, but don't know the right words. So how about...ya'll are gonna be grandparents." And I'll just wait for the disappointment and discouragement to commence since they've never really supported anything I've done. Because in their eyes, nothing I do is done right. I'm kinda hoping for some words to be exchanged between me and my father. I always enjoy screaming at him because most of what he tries to dish out at me is ridiculous...and maybe this means I can go and spend the holidays with Josh's family since they totally love and accept me for who and what I am.
Whenever I am driving, something always pops in my head that I want to write down in this journal for everyone. But as soon as I sit down, I forget. Oh well. You'll just have to deal with this story:
A few years ago when I was living at the dorms, I got a phone call from Victoria's Secret. This man informed me that I was entered into a drawing for a $1000 shopping spree at Victoria's Secret. I knew that I entered no such contest, but hell...I could use that shopping spree!!! So of course I claimed the prize, but he said he had to ask me a few questions first, for marketing purposes or something.
He started asking me questions that I felt were standard: style and cut of panties you prefer, material you prefer, bra size, panty size, etc. I thought it was so they could get some things together for me when I got there. But then the questions started getting more and more perverted, just as his voice was getting deeper and kinda breathless. He started asking my sexual preference, how often I wear lingerie, my favorite sexual position?? I started getting freaked out, cuz I'm not like that. And I guess he could tell and he told me I could redeem my prize at this one mall.
I called them right away when I hung up and they said it was a pervert and I was like the 20th caller that day. Bummer...I really wanted a thousand dollars worth of lingerie.
I saw a shooting star last night. Do you remember the last time you saw one? I don't. It's been a long time. I almost forgot to make my wish. If only it will come true....
San Antonians, don't bother to go to the River Walk to see their so called "Christmas lights". A hole bunch of stringed lights scattered over all the trees is hardly "magical" or "magnificant". I was incredibly disappointed. The only thing that made me feel better was pigging out on beignets, fresh fruit, and "firehouse fries" (fries smothered in chili, cheese, onions, cholula, and jalapenos...mmm). Yeah, my baby loved all the bombardment of food. But I just couldn't stop eating!!!!
My dear friends, wish me luck. I am going to tell my parents this week that I'm pregnant. I don't know how, but I'm gonna do it. I'll probably just say something like, "I've been meaning to tell ya'll this for a couple of months, but don't know the right words. So how about...ya'll are gonna be grandparents." And I'll just wait for the disappointment and discouragement to commence since they've never really supported anything I've done. Because in their eyes, nothing I do is done right. I'm kinda hoping for some words to be exchanged between me and my father. I always enjoy screaming at him because most of what he tries to dish out at me is ridiculous...and maybe this means I can go and spend the holidays with Josh's family since they totally love and accept me for who and what I am.
Whenever I am driving, something always pops in my head that I want to write down in this journal for everyone. But as soon as I sit down, I forget. Oh well. You'll just have to deal with this story:
A few years ago when I was living at the dorms, I got a phone call from Victoria's Secret. This man informed me that I was entered into a drawing for a $1000 shopping spree at Victoria's Secret. I knew that I entered no such contest, but hell...I could use that shopping spree!!! So of course I claimed the prize, but he said he had to ask me a few questions first, for marketing purposes or something.
He started asking me questions that I felt were standard: style and cut of panties you prefer, material you prefer, bra size, panty size, etc. I thought it was so they could get some things together for me when I got there. But then the questions started getting more and more perverted, just as his voice was getting deeper and kinda breathless. He started asking my sexual preference, how often I wear lingerie, my favorite sexual position?? I started getting freaked out, cuz I'm not like that. And I guess he could tell and he told me I could redeem my prize at this one mall.
I called them right away when I hung up and they said it was a pervert and I was like the 20th caller that day. Bummer...I really wanted a thousand dollars worth of lingerie.
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you should take more photos of you now that you are showing. i think that pregnant woman are so beautiful. hope you and josh are doing well. hope your parents don't freak when you tell them!!! how far along are you now? do you know the sex of the baby yet? are you having a shower soon? you should have a shower so that everyone can get you what you need. let me know the sex of the baby so i can send you something.
take care of yourself and don't worry about anything.
Mmmmm...firehouse fries....!
Good luck with the "telling the parents" thing. I can't imagine how difficult that is going to be. But you better tell 'em before you really start showing, that would be akward!
Oh, and I dig your art and your short(er) hair rocks!
Later!
~Evan