Spring break's almost over already!?
Yeah... I'm just looking to bump off an old journal post.
I'm not really much of an autobiographer, so those things tend to stay around for a year or so. xD
This one will probably still be here come 2010.

When I was going home on for the Christmas vacation I talked with a woman on the train who was interested in hiring me to design a website.

I must sincerely apologize, but I think I may have miswritten my e-mail address. If there isn't 87 behind the 'dt' there should be. Sadly, I only realized just now that your silence may be due to a miswritten address.

Again I am truly sorry for the mix up. I'm afraid that when I met you I was severely under slept (having had roughly 2 or 3 hours of sleep the previous night because of the train's delays, and having pulled an all-nighter the night before that.)

So, if you're reading this, please e-mail me. Even if it is to say that you are no longer interested in my services. If that is the case I would completely understand.


Best Regards,

Heather

First off, I'd like to apologize for putting something so miserable up. Considering that it's 3:30 AM here, it's much too late to call up somebody up to help me work this out, and I feel if I don't talk to someone about this, I'm just going to start screaming (and I don't think my neighbors would like that.)
If you are not in the mood to hear something depressing, I highly recommend you stop reading.
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I just found out that a friend of mine was murdered.

It's the second unexpected death I've been faced with in the past two weeks and, needless to say, I'm having a bit of a hard time coping.

Lately, it just seems like everyone I'm closest to has just been dying one after the other. First it was my gandpa in September. Yeah, alright, that one I could handle. He'd been going downhill for years and had just been put into a nursing home He had already had several strokes, and his heart was failing. He just put his head down for a nap and fell deeper and deeper into sleep, until his heart stopped beating. He had lead one of the fullest and most interesting lives of anyone I have EVER met. To say that I'm proud to have had him for a grandfather is an understatement.
It wasn't that I wasn't sad to see him go — It's just that he had come so close to death so many times before that, that I was already about as prepared as anyone could be prepared for the death of a loved one. I also happened to work in the nursing home that he was put in, and was able to give him a kiss on the forehead and let him know just how much I loved him several times a day during his final weeks. For that opportunity, I'm more grateful than words can tell.

Then, two weeks ago, a man by the name of Kevin Paulson died suddenly. He had cancer over ten years ago, and just recently it came back, aggressively, and before I even knew about it, he was already gone. Kevin was a teacher and counselor who I've known since second grade, and I'll be honest with you, IF IT WEREN'T FOR THIS MAN I WOULD BE FUCKING DEAD RIGHT NOW. PERIOD. Losing him is like having my right leg hacked off. My stability has been ripped to shreds, and I know I'm not the only one.
I don't think that there was a single person that met him and didn't come away a better person because of it. He was just that kind of a guy.

Then, just two weeks later (almost to the minute,) a friend of mine that I met at the University of Chicago gets shot in the chest. Gunned down for NO FUCKING REASON!! The cops are saying it was an attempted mugging, but the guy didn't take his wallet, his book bag, anything. As far as I know he was murdered Just for the Hell of it. I don't even know where to begin with this. I'ts all too much. All of it. Amadou was THE definition of a class act. He was amazing, intelligent, and my god, he had the kind of smile that could melt the polar ice caps. He just finished up with the last stages of earning his doctorate, and before he even gets his deploma he's dead.
And now the media is jumping all over it.
I DON'T CARE IF I WOULDN'T HAVE LEARNED ABOUT THIS FOR A MONTH OR EVEN A YEAR, TO LEARN ABOUT THIS BY READING IT ON THE Wii NEWS CHANNEL IS TOO FUCKING MUCH. HE DESERVED BETTER THAN THAT!!!!!!!
He was the kind of person who had an amazing future ahead of him, but at the same time he never forgot about where he came from. To know that in the end he wound up face down and bleeding onto the uneven sidewalks of Ellis Ave. is TOO FUCKING MUCH.

I thinks it's probably best if I just stop now.

Ox, DF, if you're reading this don't worry. I'm not going to do anything drastic. I'm going to bed, though I doubt I'll get any sleep. I don't think I'll be in any shape to go to class tomorrow, but we'll see.
Sorry if I made you guys worry.

~H

First off... I know I'm slow on the uptake with the pageview thing. This is about the first chance I've had since then to make a journal...
(ok, I've actually had plenty of opportunities to write, I'm just lazy )
I had it planned out for a long time what I was going to do when I reached 1000 hits. Kiribans, confetti, Free muffins etc.!!! Unfortunatly it came along at the exact same moment as many MANY bad things ( - = ). Those bad things have (mostly) been cleared up now, and while the muffins and confetti were all used up by gleeful Montanan democrats (yeah, who got the power now? That's right tree-hugging asses trump fear-mongering, bribe-accepting elephants! Whoop whoop!!) I still have kiriban-esque little snippets hiding in my most recent deviations.

Here's the deal:
I'm looking for a word, just one little word that's hiding in the description of one of my deviations (it was posted no earlier than November 6th) ... Trust me, you'll know the word when you see it. The first 3 people to send me a note with that word in it gets a free commission! I'll do any art you want me to!!! What could be better than that!? (Well, ok maybe the muffins, but c'mon, no more Conrad Burns!!! That's more than enough reason for me to party. )
....Yeah....
That's all I's got for ya!
So until the next time I force myself to write something here,
G'bye!

Ok, I figured I really should write something here in order to get that journal entry from two years ago off of my DA page. If you can't tell, I'm not much for writting journals.