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Ms_Maghanoy
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Name: Lo
Location: La Belle Provence, Canada
Birthday: 9/11/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: - listening to music
- writin
- reading (except when it's forced, then it's not so fun and interesting)
- making videos (oh what fun!)
Expertise: Procrastination
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
7/19/2003
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| I'm a liar. I've switched blog homes from xanga to blogger. my new page is tigersnotdaughters.blogspot.com.
I only have like 3 entries, but it's all good..more entries will come..eventually.
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| Oh. And for those few people who actually read this blog- I promise to update more often.
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| Things are changing. I can feel it.
Before, I used to be so excited to go home and see everybody
(especially those I haven't seen in a while), but lately, the feeling I
get when I get ready to go home is more of obligation. Does that
make sense? I feel like I HAVE to see them, not because I have
the urge to catch up and somewhat relive our days from earlier years,
but because if I don't see them or hang out with them, i'll be called
on it, and therefore be considered a bad friend.
I haven't seen most of them since the end of summer break. My
Thanksgiving break was not nearly enough time to meet up with everyone,
so I came and left without seeing them at all.
I think it's because my priorities have changed. As I get older,
I realize that my mother needs help. She's on her own most of the
time taking care of my ill grandfather without any real help from her
siblings. My dad got sick earlier this year and now has
diabetes. It was a close call for him, and because of this, every
minute we spend with him is more important, especially since we don't
get to see him very often. My sister is essentially my best
friend. I tell her everything and she's alone at home. I
feel like when I'm back home, this is my time to catch up with her and
just be with each other.
I don't think my friends realize this. My family has become
increasingly more important to me in the last year. I appreciate
them more and want to make the best of the situation. As much as
I may bitch and moan about them sometimes, they're still my family and
they're still my greatest supporters.
I constantly feel like I have to choose between the two - my friends or
my family. Upcoming New Years plans are a good example of
this. One of my friends has decided to hold her birthday
celebration on New Years Eve - a joint celebration. I'm getting
the feeling that I have to choose between attending her shindig or
spending the night with my family at my aunt's house. Or at least
with my parents. It's always been important to them to start the
New Year together, and as much as I scoff at the idea, it makes sense.
I'm choosing my family. Obviously. The events of this year
have really made me see my family in a new light. My dad's the
greatest. My mom is the strongest person I know. And my
sister is the most talented person I know. My brother as
well. I admire them. This decision may lead to
disappointment for some other people, but I'm sticking to what feels
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| I'm old.
This revelation came to me this past weekend. Now, it's been a
while since I've done the whole clubbing scene. I think the last
time I did a full fledged clubbing night (complete with pre-drinking)
was last year when Camilla and Joanne came to visit. That was a
long while ago.
Anyway, Nicole's friend, Diana, came down this past weekend. She
was one fun gal. The first night we went to Queue Leu Leu, a
coyote ugly type of bar/club in Old Port. No matter what, I
always have an amazing time there. It's the one place where you
can just go, dance on a picnic table to some ok music, and leave
feeling like you've had the best time. We stayed there until
closing (3 am) and went home where I crashed pretty much once I got in.
The next day, I took it easy. Did some work and again, went to
Nicole's for pre-drinking and another club. We decided to hit up
Karina's, thinking it wouldn't be that packed. We were
wrong. It was overly packed. The most packed I've ever seen
it. By the end of the night, my body was aching.
The next morning, I couldn't even get out of bed! It was
ridiculous! The tops of my knees are still in pain and my calves
feel like I just ran a marathon or something. I found out that
Nicole is also in as much pain as I am. We're pathetic partiers
who would much rather stay at home with a bottle of wine and watch
television. Is that so wrong?
Man, my partying ways of first year are now over. By next year,
I'll be needing a walker. My old lady bones can't take it anymore.
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| I hate school.
That is all.
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