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Dear Livejournal,
I have something to admit. I saw my best friend, Krista, with someone new. And he was so tempting, so hip. He hangs out with a lot of the cool kids, and I really wanted him. He said his name was Blogspot. I know, I know. I should have known. Once I betrayed you, he told me that he'd make learning to use him a task. He wouldn't even allow me to cross-post to Facebook. I'll shame you no more, I'm here to stay.

So, yes, resurrecting my old Livejournal. I'll humor you guys with how terribly I'm doing at trying to teach myself crafts, some pictures of me, some baking stories, maybe a story about something funny that happened at my old job. That sort of thing. Two things I really want to start back up are a list of 1,000 things I want to do before I die. Not like a list of things that are almost impossible to do, like being best friends with Taylor Swift or breaking a world record for longest kiss. Just everyday motivational things, like meeting new people, mastering recipes, finally finishing one damn scarf. Secondly, I want to complete the list of books I've read and successfully create a list of books I want to read. But I'm god fucking terrible at remembering every book I've read and something horrible always happens midway through, like my power going off or Wordpad crashing.

Apart from that, here is my daily confession. We recently had a cupcake shop open up in our town by the name of Gigi's Cupcakes. Now, these aren't regular cupcakes. These are like, cupcakes of the gods. You can see an example by following the link here". I've only ever eaten four, but my life goal is to try every single one. Except for the ones flavored like lemons or coconut or other flavors like that. Uck. So far, Tiramasu is my favorite. Second following would be English Toffee, Strawberry Shortcake, and Miss Princess. They even have a cupcake with bacon on it. Bacon. Yes, bacon. I have to the side a picture of me holding Tiramasu. All of their cupcakes are that fucking huge. You have to eat them with a spoon or fork because it's just too much for your mouth to take. Unless you're a slut and you can take it all. Good for you. Slut.

Anyways, this brings me to my second point. The real reason I'm resurrecting my journal is because Thomas will be going into the Air Force starting February 7th. I'm using my journal as not only a documentary of the places we go (finally, a reason to use Livejournal's location feature) and the things we see, but as a reason to be more motivated and interest my readers. I heard you guys like reading about baking fuck-ups and hearing stories of people knitting shit. Well, I'mma do just that. And Gigi's has inspired me. Not only because her cupcakes are amazing, but her store is only located in the Southeast regions minus the one or two lonely stores that climbed their way slightly north. I'm determined to teach myself how to make homemade cupcakes just as well for the sake of not missing out on her cupcakes.

Christmas for me has no longer become the ritual of staying up until 2:00am because I can't sleep from the excitement, and then somehow managing to wake up at 6:00am and spending the next two and a half hours playing Final Fantasy VIII in my bedroom because my parents can't force themselves out of bed early enough. Unfortunately, Christmas has become a lot of work and a lot of frustration. Especially since I'm married and I'm dealing with Christian in-laws with high-morale opinions.

I spent the beginning of December setting up baby Jesus nativity scenes whilst prancing around in a reindeer hat that lights up, dawned upon me by my own mother-in-law, who, much to my dissatisfaction, enjoys Christmas music that even my own great-grandparents would have said, "Who listens to this anymore?"

A two hour drive to Tuscaloosa revealed that she probably feels the same about our music. On the return trip (which was quite longer because we let her drive home) we found out we had an even bigger distaste for her love of country Christmas carols. It wasn't until I whined enough that she finally pulled over and dug her Glee soundtrack out of the trunk.

Overall, Christmas was nice. I was around family. Not my own, but close enough. I spent the entire holiday trying to pirate the neighbor's wifi to watch Doctor Who on my 3DS. My Christmas haul included two cami tops, three sweaters, a hooded vest type-shirt, a white undershirt, a pair of Aeropostale pants I picked out myself, $100 in cash, bubble bath, $35 Gamestop gift card (you will come to learn my addiction which is videogames), and a sock full of oranges and apples, courtesy of my husbands grandparents. It seems some traditions never end.

And with that, my Christmas came to a close. As well as the bag of Gingerbread marshmallow men I bought from the store that will be sorely missed.

UGH. So while I was out eating Chinese today, Dale texts me to tell me that in episode 162 of Naruto Shippuden...
( SPOILERS )
I'm only on episode 76. FML.

This is just a small batch. I got bored when I woke up this morning and decided to make a few Digimon icons. I'll probably make some more for other animes, but that will be later on tonight. This post will be public temporarily.

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