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you ever have one of those days when absolutely everything goes perfectly? you feel great, the weather is perfect (i hear that happens every few years here in chicago), your life is going well, you're in love with someone who loves you, money isn't a problem, you love your job, you get the recomended 6-8 hours of sleep. ever happen to you? yeah, me neither. 
maybe im just too picky. or maybe its just that every time i order a cheeseburger the mustard i specifically asked to be excluded magically found its way under the bun. eh, who knows. i sure as hell dont.
this "i" that i speak of is me, krissy, a college student from south of the south burbs of chicago(decide where you think the south burbs end on a map and point to that spot, then sneeze, and where your finger ends up is about where i'm from) i have a high tollerance for pain, and a low tollerance for ignorance. i'm not sure why i decided to make this journal. it just kind of happened i suppose. after reading a few entries of mine im sure you'll pick up on my lack of capitalization and the fact that i don't always put 's where they belong. and i cuss. sorry if it bothers anyone. its how i speak, in this case i'll write how i speak. its part of me, part of my story, which i suppose i should get going on.
i'll start with today. as i mention people or places i'll fill in information thats necesary as opposed to first giving you an overview of my life thus far, because who the hell cares that i had a bird named Baby Carriage when i was two? so here we go...
mornings in my house are never as calm as i'd like them to be. first of all, my mom cant control the volume of her voice. especially when i'm sleeping. my mom and 15 year old brother leave for work and school at 7:30. my dad is usually awake by this point, but today he was gone to a doctor's appointment. he has lots of doctors appointments seeing as he's been a cancer patient for the past 20 months or so. but don't picture him as a frail, sickly, poor soul. not my dad. he's something special, he's beat cancer three times now, and currently just finshed another set of treatments that have successfully (...so far) rid him of his cancer. he inspires me...more on this later. so after laying in bed trying my damndest to not hear the ruckus downstairs i finally drift back to sleep, waking for the final time at 9. its nice being on winter break from thanksgiving until january. yahoo for trimesters! so i get my ass out of bed, get ready, go to my dentist appointment, eat lunch, and finish my christmas shopping for the family members im buying for. i like shopping, especially for other people's gifts. i like the salvation army bell ringers. they're always cheery, regardles of the temperature. i always give money on my out, smile on the way in, "merry christmas" and a dollar on the way out. always a dollar though. i know what its like to be in a tight space during the hollidays (remember...cancer...) so i smile and try to keep it from happening to someone else. i never did that until i found myself in that possition of need. i mean sure, when i was a little kid it was the coolest thing when mom let me put a quarter in the little red bucket but i sure as hell didnt know why i was doing it. funny how things work out like that isnt it? well i've been volunteered to cook dinner, so more to come later.
maybe im just too picky. or maybe its just that every time i order a cheeseburger the mustard i specifically asked to be excluded magically found its way under the bun. eh, who knows. i sure as hell dont. this "i" that i speak of is me, krissy, a college student from south of the south burbs of chicago(decide where you think the south burbs end on a map and point to that spot, then sneeze, and where your finger ends up is about where i'm from) i have a high tollerance for pain, and a low tollerance for ignorance. i'm not sure why i decided to make this journal. it just kind of happened i suppose. after reading a few entries of mine im sure you'll pick up on my lack of capitalization and the fact that i don't always put 's where they belong. and i cuss. sorry if it bothers anyone. its how i speak, in this case i'll write how i speak. its part of me, part of my story, which i suppose i should get going on.
i'll start with today. as i mention people or places i'll fill in information thats necesary as opposed to first giving you an overview of my life thus far, because who the hell cares that i had a bird named Baby Carriage when i was two? so here we go...
mornings in my house are never as calm as i'd like them to be. first of all, my mom cant control the volume of her voice. especially when i'm sleeping. my mom and 15 year old brother leave for work and school at 7:30. my dad is usually awake by this point, but today he was gone to a doctor's appointment. he has lots of doctors appointments seeing as he's been a cancer patient for the past 20 months or so. but don't picture him as a frail, sickly, poor soul. not my dad. he's something special, he's beat cancer three times now, and currently just finshed another set of treatments that have successfully (...so far) rid him of his cancer. he inspires me...more on this later. so after laying in bed trying my damndest to not hear the ruckus downstairs i finally drift back to sleep, waking for the final time at 9. its nice being on winter break from thanksgiving until january. yahoo for trimesters! so i get my ass out of bed, get ready, go to my dentist appointment, eat lunch, and finish my christmas shopping for the family members im buying for. i like shopping, especially for other people's gifts. i like the salvation army bell ringers. they're always cheery, regardles of the temperature. i always give money on my out, smile on the way in, "merry christmas" and a dollar on the way out. always a dollar though. i know what its like to be in a tight space during the hollidays (remember...cancer...) so i smile and try to keep it from happening to someone else. i never did that until i found myself in that possition of need. i mean sure, when i was a little kid it was the coolest thing when mom let me put a quarter in the little red bucket but i sure as hell didnt know why i was doing it. funny how things work out like that isnt it? well i've been volunteered to cook dinner, so more to come later.