D-Files

So, about 2 1/2 months ago I was setting a heavy desk up in my room. I was tilting it from its side, to right side up all by myself, when it collapsed down. Lucky, my whole hand wasnt in the way, but one finger did get caught. Everyone keeps asking me if a couple of curse words accidentally slipped, but to be honest, I could say anything for a full 15 minutes. I just paced for a minute or two and then layed down on my bed and let it throb. Almost my entire nail immediately turned black. I couldnt sleep that night cause the throbbing was so bad. The next night was better, but I was able to drain it a little bit, so that helped. It was swollen for weeks! Well, finally, this last week, the last little bit of the old nail fell off! Finally! Now, I just have a retarded looking little bit of new nail growing, and nothing else. It looks alien. It probably doesnt help that I painted all the rest of my nails a really dark dark red, and that one finger with no nail has nothing on it....

So, Remember when prop 8 and the whole gay marriage thing was being debated in Cali, and it passed, barely? Well, the day after it passed, myself along with a few friends were planning on going to a swing dancing class out in Pasadena. When we found out that it cost a little more than the money in our pockets, we were already driving south on the 5. We had the radio on listening to the protesting going on at the temple, so someone got the bright idea that we should go there instead and see firsthand what was going on. We make our momma's proud, huh? A bunch of mormon kids going straight into a mormon protest! Well, we got there, and things were pretty intense. We couldn't go on the sidewalk on the same side as the temple, there were cops in riot uniform everywhere, and the pacific Islander mormons were there keeping us safe, at the same time as trying to pick a fight. It was pretty obvious though that no one wanted to mess with them if they could help it. They were our ...

Ok, so I've been meaning to start up a brand new blog seperate of the one I used to have. I've been "meaning to" for over 6 months now. And finally here I am, the old is gone and in internet heaven, and I've gotten started again. The circle has come around, and I am back in Southern California. Seems like no matter what I do, I always come back to this area. I'm sure glad I did this time though. For some odd reason, after everything that happened, the one thing that stuck out in my mind was " It's time to go home. Even when home doesnt exist, sometimes its the only place left to go to." So, I came home. Not even sure how I would make it, just knowing that I would. I'm lucky I have some amazing angels in my life that I call friends, cause I couldn't have done it without them! Well, I now have a great job, I live in an amazing house with an amazing family, and I have the most wonderful boyfriend ever. He really is so good to me, w...