I try not to be one of those people who has a million blogs. I really do. And I like to think that I'm doing alright on it. I mean, I do have another blog, but in my defense it's a poetry blog that never even gets glanced at anymore. And I have another in addition to that one, but technically it is shared with three of my roommates/awesome friends. So, this is the only blog I have all to myself to talk about nonsense stuff that no one on the planet cares about but me. See the thing is I actually really love to write. It's a really good coping mechanism for all the crazy stuff that goes on in my life, especially the grief causing stuff, because there is a lot of that. I love my journal but sometimes I just can't fit it all in there. And let's face it I'm on the internet using my time way less productively than I actually could be. A little about me, in case you actually start with this blog post. I am the oldest of four children or the youngest of five. Whichever way you choose to look at it. You see my biological family chose to leave me in Utah and by "chose" I really mean there was no way in <insert word with bad connotation here> that I was going with them. And that is how I suddenly became the youngest of five where before I was the oldest of four. Trust me circumstances are WAY better now than they ever would have been had I chosen to live with my biological family. But you may hear stories about some people here and there and I will just leave it up to you to figure who it is I really am talking about because honestly sometimes even I get confused. I love to write. I actually have always really loved to write and I find that if I'm angry or frustrated writing is the best (non-violent) way of expressive my emotions. Right now I am going to school, majoring in Social Work. However, I haven't actually gotten into the program yet so I'm not really sure what's going to happen with that. I am totally, head-over-heals in love with a man who has left me to serve in the incredibly lucky mission of California Arcadia. I am very, very blessed to share this mission with him and couldn't be prouder of him. And as of Friday (November 2) he will have been gone one year. Yay!!! Halfway there! I am a lover of all things animal, except cats. Long story short my mom has almost near twelve now. It's hard to love that much cat. One day I WILL own a goat. I think they are adorable and would make a wonderful pet. I love my roommates, all four of them. Though, sometimes I love some more than others, and sometimes I wonder why I love any of them. But really they are amazing beautiful women who keep me strong (most of the time). I live for all things food. Really, if it can be consumed I will consume it. Except onions they are the most disgusting thing on the planet and should not be classified as a food. I mean, come on people, a food that makes you cry? Clearly evil. My biggest goal in life is to get married and pop out as many babies as my heart so desires (which is quite a few). And that's me folks. Stay tuned for the exciting life there is to come.
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