Knowing that hate is wrong and love is right

Cynthia says:
by the way
Cynthia says:
all your problems you have on your blog
Cynthia says:
guess what?
Cynthia says:
religion can solve it
Cynthia says:
cuz moses is watching you
Cynthia says:
that’s right, moses
Cynthia says:
i basically have just wanted to tell someone that moses was watching them all day long
Mallory says:
well I’m glad to have given you the chance!!
Cynthia says:
but just be careful…of moses
Cynthia says:
cuz he has a beard…and a staff
Cynthia says:
and it turns into a snake
Cynthia says:
ya know?

Voulez-vous couchez avec moi?

Cynthia says (11:04 PM):
so where are all the hookers in salt lake?
Cynthia says (11:04 PM):
my friend and i tried driving around
Cynthia says (11:04 PM):
because we wanted to find hookers
Mallory says (11:04 PM):
to find them?
Mallory says (11:04 PM):
HA
Cynthia says (11:04 PM):
cops always find hookers on their TV shows
Cynthia says (11:04 PM):
but really
Cynthia says (11:04 PM):
we couldn’t find any
Cynthia says (11:04 PM):
we saw a bunch of Asian people walking around
Cynthia says (11:05 PM):
but they didn’t look like hookers
Cynthia says (11:05 PM):
WHERE ARE ALL THE HOOKERS
Cynthia says (11:05 PM):
we found a scary, run down looking house
Cynthia says (11:05 PM):
we called it the hooker house
Cynthia says (11:05 PM):
seriously though
Cynthia says (11:05 PM):
no hookers
Cynthia says (11:06 PM):
i did find yummy smelling wallflowers at bath and body though
Cynthia says (11:06 PM):
that almost made up for the lack of hookers
Mallory says (11:06 PM):
haha
Cynthia says (11:06 PM):
i wonder if there are more hookers in west valley
Cynthia says (11:06 PM):
we didnt see any there either though
Cynthia says (11:07 PM):
but we did see an old lady in a jazzy
Mallory says (11:07 PM):
HA
Cynthia says (11:07 PM):
maybe she was a hooker
Cynthia says (11:07 PM):
probably not though
Cynthia says (11:07 PM):
although social security is a problem
Cynthia says (11:07 PM):
not that i actually want any of their services
Cynthia says (11:07 PM):
i just want to re-live a cops episode
Cynthia says (11:08 PM):
ya know?

To get to you I’d walk a thousand miles

So Cynthia and I have been friends since the forth grade. We’ve been through tons together, including two or three World Wars, The Backstreet Boys, Weston Crockett, and panties that might be too small.

Anyway, while we used to be inseparable nowadays our visits are few and far between and we mostly keep in touch via MSN messenger. Tonight we talked a bit about boys, relationships and their lameness.

Cynthia says:
people who are in love are irritating they are just…so happy
Cynthia says:
and THEY ALWAYS SMILE
Cynthia says:
its like you want to just pull their hair and tell them to stop smiling so much

Its nice to know that even though we don’t talk everyday, haven’t colored in coloring books for quite some time, and no longer make animations about killing people on her computer its nice to know that we’re still basically the same person.

Celebrate we will, cause life is short but sweet for certain

So I don’t know what is up with me, but my emotions have been on a roller coaster ride lately. Pretty soon I’m going to start writing emo song songs or something, and that? could be scary.
Without going into too much detail, lets just say I’m lucky to have friends who will throw me black and purple parties, wear du-rags, hang out even if I haven’t seen them for months, and get upset if they think I’m mad at them.

I am so lucky.

Have a good’un.

Its time for a depressing post! WOO HOO! oh… wait. So yeah, two years ago on Tuesday marks the 2 year anniversary of my Dad’s death. Although, I suppose today could be viewed as the anniversary because it happened on a Sunday. I think its becoming a tradition for me to re-asses and evaluate my life at this time of the year, which is probably a good thing. I think I’ve grown immensely in this past year. Going up to the U and making new friends has changed my all or none attitude that I held so strongly to, and I can’t even begin to tell you how good it feels to not be afraid anymore. Yesterday while at breakfast with Marci, we were talking about how happy we are now socially, and I realized I don’t think I have ever been happier than I am at this current time (knock on wood). Everything is amazing. I love my job. I love School and my major. I love feeling apart of an important campaign. I love my family. I am friends with the most amazing people I have ever met, some who I’ve known since i was in 4th grade, some who have been through things I can’t even imagine, some who are willing to be wacky and fun at one moment, and then drop everything at the next because I need to cry about something, some who I’ve never even met but know I can always count on for anything. I don’t know what I did to be so lucky. but I’m glad that I am.

I still miss my dad every day.

I hate it that things turned out the way they did, and I hate it that he couldn’t get better. I hate it that he’ll never see me succeed, that he’ll never see my first showing. I hate it that he doesn’t know my friends and I hate it that he’ll never know my boyfriends. I hate it that he won’t walk me down the aisle if I ever get married. I hate it that he can’t take Mikey and me camping, or hiking or to the Mountain Men Rendezvous. I hate it because he shouldn’t be dead. I think that everything happens for a reason, but I hate it that its so unfair.

But like I said earlier, I am so lucky to be where I am today.

Have a good’un