Vintage

These are clips from diary entries a year ago.  Some from April, some from May 2008.  It was like whoa.

The beginnings of my lovely reef tank:

 "I gave away the fish from my 7 gallon at work, but one died before he got a new home.  Sad.  But now I clean it and have my first attempt at keeping a saltwater tank.  A nano reef.  Tiny rocks and squishy corals and baby crabs and small, colourful fishies.  A challenging thing."

One of the many horrors to happen to my old car:

 "A woman ran into the side of me.  Dented up my poor Bonnie.  Now she’s claiming I hit her, and wants my hidden pile of Nazi gold.  I believe she is insane, and my insurance company will surely mushroom-stamp her in the eye."

A dream I had:

 "Two emperor penguins are standing tall on the stoop of an apartment, staring.  Boy shouts, "Hell yeah, penguins!"  Then we both go over and pet them, they are unusually fluffy, soft, and warm.  Boy’s roommates come out of the apartment wearing lots of makeup and paper party hats.  "Boy, it’s your birthday!""

This was foreshadowing to a bad time in my life, plus COLLEGE:

 "The weekend brings parties and booze.  I hope certain people are not there, or I may have to punch everyone.  Punch punch punch!  …STAB.

 I have completed all the extra doo-dads for my college acceptance, now I await the arrival of my transcripts and hopefully sign up for my first class: Chemistry.  Oh, joy!  I got to observe for a day at the Mobile Animal Clinic, and even after all the doggie poop, I still wanted to work there.  Good sign?"

Some gushy love stuff:

 "I’m a contradiction.  I never know what I want until I get it.  I lie to myself about my own opinions, and I can flip on a dime when the time calls for it.  I feel like this makes me a bad person.  I miss being predictable.  Was I ever?

I feel like I’m at a high-point in my life, to be honest.  I mean, I’m finally making enough money to pay my bills and buy nice things.  I finally have a wonderful, caring person with whom to share my thoughts, my life, my time, my body…my future?  I hope so.  He’s everything I ever wanted and more, so cliche’, but true.  I can see myself being with him for a very long time.  He’s inspired such great things within me, and I can openly say that he’s made me who I am now.  More aware, independent, ambitious.  I know so much more, and yet he’s always showing me new things, teaching me, making me better.

I still regret some things, but he’s still here.  After everything, he’s still here.  And I’ll never be able to repay him enough for that.

Can an armadillo and a pigeon fall in love?"

As for that last line, HAW!  Look at my Diary title.