Hi there killoggsians, long time no talk. How is everyone? From the looks of it everyone seems to be progressing as fine human beings and doing well...?

I can't sleep due to my anxiety rearing its ugly head again, and this has been an almost year long stretch of no health insurance and my prescription flow has been limited to klonopin which makes me incapable of being a real person. Needless to say, I'm keepin it REAL and have just been anxious, with maybe some bitter tastes of kava here and there.
I'm starting school again in a few days, taking the summer off was pointless. I spent it working (and saving all my money, like some chump who frowns on fun).

Does anyone need a ghost hunter? Seeing as NOBODY takes me seriously because I'm so young and NOBODY will let me in their investigation groups, I will have to start my own. (I think it's also a requirement to be old and unattractive to join a pre-existing investigation group. Maybe cause you scare away the demons.) I am a member of ghost societies! I am legit!

IMPORTANT: I have come to terms with the fact I am a curmudgeon.
I used to think I was a generally social person that has just been going through a cynical, grumpy phase. It turns out cynical grumpy phase is actually just non-teenager Angie. It turns out, a lot of my friendships were based around the fact that (I thought) I liked to party. Not to say I won't once in awhile. It's kind of strange to see all your friends having fun and bonding and being the way young ladies in their early 20's should be - and not wanting to be apart of that (as a lifestyle, albeit a temporary one for some). I feel left out most of the time, and wish my friends would just suck it up a few days and play board games with me and watch movies and go to trapeze school.
My mom did some medicine card spreads for me, and in "present" was skunk, which I felt applied to this feeling accurately.


flying from gweedle on Vimeo.
This is a few weeks old, but it was a HUGE feat for me (I'm terrrrrified of heights).

We're engaged and hope to get married in AN october, we haven't picked which one. I don't really like talking about it though, even though I'm really excited and really happy. I feel too girly talking about it. We get judgmental looks and snide remarks, too. gggettt over ittt. I have that same gut and intuitive feeling that I had with other big decisions in my life that I just KNEW were the right decisions. The way my life is going right now feels like it is staying on course, and I feel stable, comfortable, and content.

Still growing, and maturing where it counts - staying immature in the good places. I am a happy curmudgeon.

Now your turn! PLEASE, talk[write] my ears[eyes] off!