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It's laminated! This baby is final....

For those of you who have no idea what

I'm talking about or have never seen FRIENDS,

the "Five" is the five celebs you're allowed

to sleep with and your significant other can't get mad.

So yea this is my five.

 

JOHNNY KNOXVILLE

JAKE GYLLENHAAL

SCOTT MICHAEL FOSTER

JIM STURGESS

CALLUM BLUE



Kidney stones? Not just clean...MONICA clean...

I went to the hospital over the weekend for a fever

and whatnot.

The whole thing was pretty boring so I'm not

going to write about all of it.

When I got there they told me I had a fever of 101,

which isn't the end of the world, but it's no good.

So these obviously noob male nurses decided that since

I had a fever they should take my blood and

give me an IV.

For anyone that knows me, this is futile.

It took two male nurses and man friend to keep me

still long enough to get the needle in me

and they didn't even get a good sample cause they

were dumb.

Then we find out I never had to do all that in the

first place.

(Insert aggravated noise here)

The doctor proceeds to tell me I may have

another kidney stone.

So we take a cat scan which is sure to skyrocket

my bill and find out this is not the case either.

This boring story just concludes with me taking lots of

antibiotics and cranberry juice.

All in all.
No kidney stones this time.

I used to get so mad when people called me "Monica".

I thought I wasn't nearly that clean.

But after living with people and having to bite your tongue

with certain things to not come off crazy, I realized I

just may be a lot like her.

Which I guess really isn't a bad thing except that

people actually DO think you're crazy.

So after the talk about living alone was had, I've been unable to

control myself from freaking out about everything I'll

have to clean when everyone leaves.

It's like a disease.

Breath in. Breath out. Sip. Repeat.

Hot tea is a beautiful thing.

All of this boils down to a joke i heard from a movie.

The joke is at the end of the blog.

Have you ever felt like you know exactly who

you are on the inside, but the outside doesn't reflect

it in the slightest?

Not to sound like an angsty teenager,

but I've been having a lot of life problems lately.

More with the way I feel about myself than

the way things are going.

But then again with one manly exception

I haven't really been happy with the way things

are going either.

I feel like I'm getting no where with my jobs.

I feel like my outside doesn't reflect what's on the inside.

I guess I just feel like I'm having an early life crisis.

It really hurts me to admit all this to people.

But the reason I started this blog was to write about

things that were really important to

me and be able to share whatever it was

I was feeling with whoever cared.

This blog isn't private cause I feel like I don't have

anything to hide.

So as much as it hurts me to admit it, it's part of

life and no one can be strong and together

all the time.

So when talking to a good friend, she told me to

write down everything I had a problem

with and then write down a way to fix them.

She's very smart.

I always pictured myself playing the guitar.

In fact I think about it on a fairly regular basis.

I have a beautiful cedar baby acoustic guitar that sits

in the corner of my room.

That's almost all it does, is sit.

I'll pick it up every once in a while when I really

get the urge to change my life, but I don't have the discipline

to ACTUALLY change my life.

So after a few days it begins to collect dust once again.

Reason #1 I want to change - discipline myself enough

to do the things I strive to do.

I want to be good to my body.

For what it is, I am proud of my body.

But the only reason I'm not 200lbs is because I

was blessed with good genes.

After a certain point though, just having good genes

isn't enough.

I'm starting to notice my horrible eating habits

and lack of exercise is taking it's toll on my body.

This for sure falls under the category of

not having discipline.

Again I have a yoga mat that sits in my closet

day after day without use.

Like my guitar, I pull it out maybe once a month

for a few days, but that's it.

It just won't stick.

I don't know what else to write on this subject.

Just do it.

I need the time to soul search.

The last recognizable problem I have is that

I have no time or space to do some real soul searching,
and really

get down to the bottom of things.

For as long as I can remember

I've never been alone. I've never had even

a week to be alone to deal with myself.

Be it at home with mom and dad, with a guy,

or with various roommates.

For once I feel like I'm in a healthy relationship

with a boy.

We don't see each other all the time and it really

gives me some much needed me time.

But even with that I am not alone.

I need to get to the bottom of my resent feelings

and to really find myself.

Good luck to me.

This blog was not for the faint of heart.

It was long, kind of corny, and I don't expect

everyone to finish it.

For the ones that did, thanks.

I'm overly aware that my problems are minuscule

in comparison to other people and

there are plenty of people in the world that would

take my life over their own any day.

Just venting about how I feel.

"I remember an old catholic joke about a man who spent his whole life going to a church every day and prayed to the statue of a great saint begging "please, please, please, let me win the lottery." Finally the exasperated statue comes to life and looks down at the begging man and says "my son, please, please, please, buy a ticket."
- Eat. Pray. Love.