New home.

Yeah, that was quick.

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Add if you want. I may or may not cry if you don't.

If there's one thing that I've learned over the past while, it's to try and take things as they come. Sometimes, all you can do is shrug, smile, and try to make the best of a situation. Sometimes, you have to laugh when you want to cry, sometimes you have to cry when you want to laugh. Once in awhile, you have to accept the fact that you can be seething and just wait for it to pass. Some things call for burying your head under the covers and ignoring the world for a little awhile, so long as you know you have the strength to push the covers away and face the world the next day.

Sometimes, good things happen. Sometimes, you smile despite the fact that you don't feel like it. Smile and giggle and bounce and feel like the world is all shiny and bright. (Like now.) It's all right to be happy when the world shits on you. It's all right to be excited about small, seemingly inconsequential things.

Yeah, I'm an emotional yo-yo. Hop on and enjoy the ride, or get the fuck off. I don't have time anymore for people who want only the good and can't accept the bad when it peeks its evil head around the corner with a cheery wave and a chuckle.

Sometimes, you just need to talk to a good friend. Sometimes, you need that bit of intelligence that you may be lacking at the moment, that bit of grounding when you feel your feet are miles above the world. That bit of wit and humour and warmth, kindness and love that you think you don't deserve, but you've come to accept wholeheartedly. Just take it, enjoy the feeling, and move on.

And sometimes, you just have to realize that your life is going at a different speed than others: whether breakneck fast around a hairpin turn or so damned slow you're watching the tortoise beat you soundly. You have to realize that not everything can remain the same, that things change, and you have to move with the change or be caught standing outside the door, begging to come in from the rain and the cold.

Quite honestly, there was a point to this, but I think I lost it somewhere along the way.

I've been looking back lately. A certain chapter of my life has closed. (I've said that before, I'm sure.) I'm eager to begin the next. I'm 24. I'm not getting any younger. I'm also not getting any older at an insane rate. I'm comfortable where I am, though I do want more. At least one person will recognize what I mean by that.

At the same time, I think this particular chapter of my life is done. By this, I refer to this journal. pepsicolagurl has meant certain things to me, has represented a lot and nothing at all. I'm not sure when and where the next one will begin. But I think I'm done with this particular part. I'm not sweeping my life or my past under the carpet by any degree. It's who I am. But it's also time to move on.

Is it wrong to say that I want the world, and damn it, I'm gonna take as much of it as I possibly can?

Don't worry, I'll keep you informed of where and when the next chapter of my life begins. The book is far from over, and who knows, it could end up being epic. But for now? This is done.

Hugs and kisses for you all.

I'm going to go start taking the world.

Merry Christmas, everyone! Here's hoping that Santa gives you everything that you want.

I love it when my mom gets useful presents that I get to play with. Digital camera? My new toy. (Also, I wanna show off the hair color, though I don't know whether I'm staying with this color or stripping it down to the real color).

Enjoy! Pictures are hidden behind the cut, so's not to clog everyone's friends page.

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So...um...yeah.

http://zapatopi.net/afdb

I is scurred.

Welcome to my life. It's hell.

So, for those who don't know, I injured myself at work last week. I was sitting down, reached for something, and this funny snapping sound and feeling occured in my wrist. Cue numbness and pain, on and off. I went to my OFA (long story), went to a library OFA. She splinted me, told me to go see my doctor the next day. I did so.

And so begins the bouncing between clinics and the hospital. I inform work that I've been told to take time off, in order to let my wrist heal. After two days, I go back to the clinic. My hand and wrist are bad. Seriously bad. Swollen beyond belief, shooting pains up my arm, complete numbness in my hand, and hey, look at that, I can't even pick up an empty coffee mug!

I was told that I have a serious case of tendinitis in my right hand. Not so serious, but somewhat problematic in my left. Eventually, I'll need surgery. But if I treat it well for now, it'll be okay. However.

And this is a big however.

I am told by my doctor that I should NOT return to my job. At all. Why? Because this is going to be a reoccuring problem. And it could reoccur at the worst time. One wrong turn of my wrist, and it'll flare up. His words were: It would put me at serious risk. Lay off the computer, don't use the right hand, DO NOT GO BACK TO WORK AS A SECURITY GUARD.

Um...

Well, this sucks. So, I call work and inform them of what's going on. My OFA and my clinic doctor forward my paperwork to WCB. WCB gets back to me today. They will not approve my claim. Why? This is a reoccuring problem, and I never disclosed it. There's no proof that the injury itself happened at work. It could have happened at any time, and I just felt it more then. Yup, that's right. WCB isn't going to pay me for the time I've missed.

WHAT THE FUCKING HELL? So, I'm not supposed to work security anymore, because my wrist can put me in serious harm. Simply typing this out is killing my hand at the moment. WCB won't pay me for the time I've missed from my job. So, I'm out of a week's pay, essentially out of a job, and rent is due in a few days.

Plus, I'm supposed to be finding a place and moving.

Wanna fuck with my life a little more?

Please don't make me go to work today. Please please please please? I'll do anything you want...

Well, except for dishes. Lord knows I hate dishes.

Also: teh Roommate? Are you here tonight or elsewhere? I can't remember and your note didn't really say.

Big tl;dr post coming sometime tomorrow. The aftermath of the head office stuff.

Yay.

Quivving.

Who here knows what that means?

Grilled cheese without a pickle?

Is like sex without an orgasm.

Satisfying to a point, but sometimes, you just REALLY want that pickle.

Wait, I think that got screwed up somewhere.

This journal is now friends only. Sorry people, no more peeking into my life.