rudee

so i'm finally starting to get used to having my own place... its getting a little less weird... at first it felt like i was playing house... heh.. it helps that my boyfriend has been staying with me a few nights ♥.

i finally got my computer all hooked up, and i got the modem in the mail yesterday... i'm just waiting for the internet to actually be connected... then i'm good to go..

i don't really have anything interesting to say... i want to post this poem that my friend wrote... its pretty good, i'm just awaiting her aprooval... don't want to post it without her permission...

tomorrow my boyfriend and i are going to start working out in the mornings before work... i really need this... i'm so lazy... so we're going to start running the hill that we live on 10 times each morning(he lives at the top of the hill and i live at the bottom) and then we're going to continue the work out with crunches... oh boy.... but i really need to do this... i'm feeling horrible about my appearance lately... and i'm doing this modeling thing for one of the stylists that i work with... i'm gonna be in a hair show for her and her girlfriend is a buyer for some company, so she is going to dress us up and i have to do a runway thing.... i'm nervous... its going to be at some bar in the Castro in SF... should be fun though so the deadline for my workout is going to be April 4th... thats the date of the show.... ugh.......

oh well.. at least now i have motivation to work out


EDIT:

ok here is my friend megans poem.. i really liked it... i always really appreciate other peoples poetry... because i'm horrible at it... enjoy!

My Apologies

I'm sorry my favorite color is gray and not white and not black
and I think what I want and never look back.
I'm sorry the wheels in my head turn counter-clockwise.
they dont judge or condemn, they dont criticize.
I'm sorry I'm colorblind to his or her skin
and the way that he looks and the clothes that she's in.
I'm sorry your god and my faith are not the same thing
and you wont save me when you pray and you sing.
I'm sorry SHE tastes just as good as he
and your prayers and your songs still wont save me.
I'm sorry that the corners of your box are so GOD-DAMN tight
and there's just no way that i'll fit in right.
I'm sorry your riteous path just isnt right for me
I'd rather go LEFT just to see where I'll be.
I'm sorry I sheild my green eyes with glasses of rose
and that a smiling existence is the one that I chose.
But most of my pity is SAVED just for you
because your ring your little bell and monkey wont do.
And your heart and your mind are so closed to me
and your glaring, wide eyes will never see.