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Okay, no one reads this blog anyway, so if I make mistkates, it doesn't really matter. I suppose having a non famous blog does have it's bright side. I was half expecting to recive some stupid comment on my last post, or any of the posts that I've put up. In other news, mashallah, my friend's baby girl, just keeps on getting cuter, she looks so smart to, like she knows, what people are talking about. Anyway, I love babies, but find them intimitating. I guess that's weird. My sister held my friends baby girl, I didn't hold her. The only babies I've held, where my cousin's baby's, my siblings and that's all. I remember when I was five, and had the chicken pox, it was on the holiday's, my brother got me a really cute cloth doll, I miss that doll, it was one of my favorite dolls, sense I got married, I gave my dolls to my sister, and the rest, have gone to my mom's room, on top of that one closet, that we store junk in. Anyway, my dad's in town so I might see him tomorrow. I really want to get a job. I'm supposed to be getting job applications tomorrow, or the day after, or whenever. The thing is that I want to work, but I don't know what I would be quilifed to do? Because I've never had a job before, and I took a career test once and found out that, I'd be really good at writing. But I don't beleive that, my writing, isn't half as good as the books that I read. At the same time though, it has gotten better over the years. I'm working on some new novels these days, I have some other ones, saved on a hard drive, from my former laptop, that I heard is now
Working again, I told my mom that she could feel free to use it, because, obviously I won't be using it. When I got it back, after my dad had taken it to the repair shop, they'd changed the cord that I'd used for it, I don't know why, my mouse wasn't working, and neither was the sound, I got so frustraited with the whole thing.
My mom is the person I turn to when I get really frustraited, but sense I've moved here, I don't always turn to my mom, cause usaully when I feel frustrated I don't feel like talking to anyone on the phone. So I just cry alot when I'm frustrated, or bored out of my mind, and there's nothing to do. Oh my husband told me yesterday, that, we live by a lot of nice stores, but they're all on the other side, if I have to cross any streets to get to them, then in my book they're not close. Close by car, okay, but not close enough for me to walk to. I don't know, sometimes I get the feeling that my other little brother, doesn't like me. I could be wrong about that, I hope I'm wrong about that. I really love black eye make-up, I just love how it makes the color of my eyes really pop out. it's like when I wear black eye make-up, my eyes, looking really brown, and not black, except, if I'm standing kind of far away, then my eyes look black. But they're really just dark brown. Some people call that honey color, but my eyes aren't honey colored. I want to go to the mall this weekend, I want him to take me out to a mall. But first I want to get some things that I need from Saco. I don't want to go to some cheap store, for kitchen stuff, that's only going to last a couple of months, I want to get the top quilty, so you pay now and save in the long run. I already got somethings, now I need to get other things. I have a ton of vegetables, I think tomorrow---today, I'm going to make some boiled potato's, I don't even know why he bought so many, it's not like I asked for any, oh why didn't I buy any salt? I have butter, but no salt? What was I thinking.D'oh, I wasn't thinking. I love watching the Simpson's I watch it everyday.
Yesterday they finally showed new epidoses, I was really glad about that. Um, what else? I should be getting a treadmill today inshallah. I really hope so. And I guess
tomorrow, my husband should tell me about his decision about moving. I'm for moving, but in the end it's going to be his choice, obviously.