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Name: Jillian
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 5/18/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: Horseback riding, theatre, anything involving horses, singing or dancing.
Expertise: Ex-per-tise? What's that mean? Oh! Well, I'm really good at being BLONDE!!
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Hospitality
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Member Since:
3/7/2003
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| I'm in a weird (not bad) mood. I'm very content with life. Everything is beautiful. I start crying when I see children playing, lovers kissing, or someone eating really good food. Just kidding about that last one. But really, the other day I was driving by some kids playing on a playground. The windows were down and I could hear their beautiful laughter. I thought it all so wonderful that tears filled my eyes. I know, I'm a loser.
Don't ask what in my life has triggered this new-found emotion. I have been asked on a few dates, which was more than a little flattering. I have been working with horses (Thunder especially), which is a lot of fun. Or maybe it's the lack of school and stressful things taking up the majority of my time. Whatever it is, I love it and want it to stay as long as possible. But I could do without the crying. Lol. But I love finding the beautiful in things.
I love you. I love you. I love you. No really, I probably do love you. I love lots of people. If you want to know if I really love you, ask. Odds are, I do. | | |
| Oh my goodness I can't wait until summer! To those of you who are already done with school, if you brag and rub it in my face I will bitch slap you. Then beat you up (kinda). I'm ridiculously fed up. Once I get excited something else is out of my way, something else comes up. I have presentations in EVERY class except for chemistry (even math!).
My World History presentation was over a while ago though, and my Spanish presentation is tomorrow (wish me luck!). Dance finals are Wednesday or Thursday and I've taught very little choreography to my group. For my math presentation I have to explain key points of one section of a chapter and do an example. For my English presentation I have to read a poem and thoroughly understand it, but this is difficult for me. In my opinion, poems can be interpreted in so many different ways, and they only sometimes come across the way the author intended them to.
But then, I hope, everything will be fine. Summer fun!! Summer, summer, summer. Maybe if I say it enough it will come faster. Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer!!!
This summer will seriously be the best. I don't want it to end. Ever. | | |
| I made advanced dance! Oh my goodness! I can't begin to describe my excitement. I have the most extraordinary luck. | | |
| I realized something while walking my dogs today: I hold the leash like I hold reins - between my pinkie and ring finger. It was interesting, because it's just so natural for me I don't even think about it.
I haven't written in a while. I don't think people read this anymore, but that's okay. It helps me to write things down anyway.
Things are going well. My huge presentation, the Spanish AP test, and dance placements are all over with! Though I'm not sure I did very well on any of them, I'm glad they're over with. I'm looking forward to summer so much it's unbearable. We'll have one month left this Friday. I have so many things to look forward to this summer: horse camp, Gallo, Frosty, Gallo, Mrs. Luscher's dance class (with Annie!), Gallo, maybe Thunder, Gallo, the beach...I can't wait. It's all going to be so great! I'm going to be very tan (yay!), since the only thing that's indoors is the dance class....
Other issues:
When I went out to eat with my parents the other day, my father had to go to the restroom to take his insulin shot. (He's a type 1 diabetic for those of you that don't know.) Usually he takes his shot before we leave or in the car before we go inside, unless we know the wait for a table will be long. This was one of those times. As a child I remember asking my mom why he had to go to the bathroom to take his shot. He had taken shots all my life, and it wasn't exactly an irregular occurrence as far as I was concerned. I understood perfectly well why he did it: he needed the insulin to keep his blood sugar down.
"It's not something you can just do in public," she had answered, though I was still confused.
That night, looking back on it, I understood. Some people don't like needles. Others would have questioned what he was doing. Still, isn't it interesting that he has to hide away from everyone while he's giving himself his insulin injection? Other diabetics may have understood, but other people would have stared at him questioningly. He's doing what he has to to stay healthy and not fall into a coma, or worse. It was then that it hit me that my father was a diabetic. Sure, I knew he had diabetes, but my father is a diabetic. He isn't normal.
My father, on his sixteenth birthday, was sent to the hospital. He was diagnosed with diabetes. My father, at the same young age, had to learn to give himself insulin injections. My father now checks his blood sugar at least four times a day. My father has to watch what he eats and drinks. My father, years later, still gives himself those insulin injections every single day. My father's life was shortened by about 15 years. My father will never know what it's like to be normal again.
But my father is happy.
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