And so, I blog…

I’ve determined that I should blog more. I mean this thing is a waste of space if I don’t do enough blogging. So I will try to update daily, or at least two or three times a week. Meanwhile in the world of Lucky, life goes on. It’s dull, draining, and not much fun, but it does go on. My flashdrive, which contained a large quantity of writing, has decided to keel over, and that pisses me off to no end. I’ll probably take it somewhere and get the data recovered, if it isn’t too expensive. I’ve immersed myself in book after book, since I am still without a car and therefore cannot get a job. I think Da has finally broken down and realized that I can’t get a title for the green p-o-s. I’m really hoping he has because I’ve got to get a set of wheels in order to get my bum to class everyday. That was really off topic. Anyway, I’ve gone through several books, and I still refuse to read Twilight because of all the screaming fans who have for the most part ruined the book for me.

I’ve finally gotten around to formatting the desktop, which is as I type downloading the 66 updates that it needs, and it’s present location is frustrating because I have to work from my bed. That is not as comfortable as it would seem considering. However I will be able to use it for some of the things that are more difficult to do with my laptop. Also on the ‘computer’ front. I’ve taken to making forum skins, and I really like it. This is my site: Starlights, and I made it without using Photoshop, a program I would die for right now. I’m still working on my first skin, improving it, but it’s already as nice a skin as I’ve ever done.

I’m registering to take the LSAT in October, and it scares the crap out of me. I’ve been informed by all my professors and those who’ve already taken the test that the logic games section is the hardest, and that if I can manage that and do well, I will have a high score. I need that high score to get into Vandy, especially since my GPA isn’t extremely high, it’s only a 3.3, and I don’t have enough extracurriculars to look incredible on an application. So I’m going to start scholarship huntingand start looking at applications to the law schools and writing essays and getting letters of recommendation. The time has come for me to get into law school.

Spoony took his application for the sheriff’s department to be notarized last monday, and he’s gotten a lot of things together since that terrible revalation. As for his choice in jobs, I’d like him to pick a safer way to make a living, like driving cars that go 180MPH haha kudos to you if you get that joke, but I support him in whatever he chooses to do. He’s getting into website travel agent type deal, and at this point every little bit helps us get to the point where everything is better. I plan on moving out when I go to law school, and if everything goes as planned Spoony and I can get everything back the way it should be. And that brings us to the end of today’s blog and the quote of the day. Yay, Shakespeare!

Quote of the day: “The course of true love never did run smooth”. A Midsummer Night’s Dream (Act I, Scene I); William Shakespeare

All is fair in love and war, so let the battle begin

Ominous title, no? Well as I write this a battle has begun, and I don’t intend to go down without a fight. Apparently for several months Spoony’s family has been trying to convince him to break up with me, mainly because his sister says I’m rude, and for some reason his mother does not like me. He has been forbidden to allow me into the house and this implies that he is not to spend any time with me. This all explains why we haven’t been going out, and why every day off he’s had has been spent doing something for them. They keep him constantly occupied so that I can be phased out of his life. They don’t like me, and thus they want to split us up. He doesn’t know what to do, since he must live at home due to the lack of a job that pays well enough for him to survive alone, and if he fights them too much he risks being kicked out and cut off with nowhere to turn. What his family doesn’t know about me is that I am a fighter, and that because I love him with all my heart, I will do whatever it takes for us to be together. They have started a fight with a very stubborn force to be reckoned with.

 My first dilemma is finding a way to get him out of that house. It seems simple, get an apartment. Problem one with that is that he doesn’t have the money to do it alone. Apartments are expensive here in the Boro, and decent ones are hard to finds. There is a solution, but it involves problem number two. Problem two is my lack of a car and therefore lack of a job. My problem prevents us from moving in together, which is what we both really want, because we can’t do that until we both have jobs and can both pay the rent and all the bills. So we can’t just fix this with an apartment to share. I wish it were that simple to fix. I wish it was that easy.

So here is what I’m doing. He says to be patient, that there isn’t much we can do. But I’m not the bulldog for nothing. I’m not the one they call the junkyard dog for no reason at all. I can’t just sit around waiting for things to change. Fo rme that would be more painful than taking action. I’m on the hunt for decent apartments and decent rental rates, at least then there is a starting point for us to work with. I’m also working with Mum to see about getting him a job with the city or county, since there is a freeze on state jobs at the moment. The good news is that he has is application in at the sheriff’s department, so my prayers are now in the direction of him getting that job.

Now this ordeal affects more than just the near future, as in my plans for the summer and what not. Spoony and I cannot get married without this resolved. Well we can, but it would be a big pain in the ass. I mean things will smooth out once he no longer lives at home, but if I’m going to marry the man, and yes I happen to know that he is very much a man, things have to at least be in the open. This means that I at least need to know why I’m hated, even if I can’t make them stop hating me. The thing is, I’ve met his mother all of maybe four times, and I’ve dug into my wonder southern grace and charm and been as nice as pie (said with my trademark accent) to her. I smiled and said hello, I even chatted pleasantly about mock, the weather, and Spoony. So what reason have I given this woman to hate me? Mum seems to think that part of it stems from the fact that Spoony is the last of her six kids, I’m in love with her baby boy, though at nearly 21 I’m fairly certain he is not a baby any longer. His sister on the other hand merely says I’m rude and openly refuses to say why. I’ve met her three times total. The first on Prom night when we went to his house for pictures, the second one night when we were taking her a bookshelf that she had sold for his mother, and the third was at his house. On the first occasion there wasn’t much time for chatter because we were in a hurry to get to Prom. The second we chatted for a moment while I helped the boys unload the bookshelf, but it was freezing and she was too busy talking to Spoony. The third and final time, we talked, she was polite and seemed ok with me, but I wasn’t sure what to say while she was browbeating him about getting a second job. The thing is I get quiet when I’m trying to impress stangers who I know I will be seeing and speaking to on a regular basis, mainly because when I’m nervous my accent gets Gone with the Wind strong. It’s one thing to talk to a bunch of strangers in a mock trial round; I may never see them again. And when on stage I’m not me. But it’s different when I know I have to impress someone I will see fairly often. So I didn’t want to say something stupid.

So I wish they would tell me why they hate me, how I’m rude. I sort of need to make things right if I’m going to have a future with him. I know now for certain that my mum and da can never meet them, that the wedding would be the only time that they’d be allowed in the same room with them. My parents do not approve of such domineering behavior. But I need to know what is wrong because if my tone, and I’m bad about tone, was ever in anyway offensive I know I can sound rude and should apologize. But if not, Spoony and I at least have the right to know what is wrong with me in their eyes.

So readers, I ask for your prayers that he gets this job so he can get an apartment and start smoothing this mess out. And I send out my prayers for anyone in this situation. I’m praying for a miracle now, and I normally don’t believe in them. I’m hoping that a resolution will come sooner than later, though I know from experience that we can survive this sort of thing.