New Blog

http://aprilthoughts.wordpress.com

Ego Boost.

Time...

Where does it go?

How is it possible that it is Thursday night, I'm sitting here at work blogging illegally, and yet I feel like a few moments ago it was the weekend?

I'm so tired these days and barely even have the time to think about the fact that I'm so tired. I need to get my priorities straight (although what do you cut out when all you do is work and school?)

I miss my husband. I resent my dirty home. I'm behind in all of my reading. I don't sleep more than 5 or 6 hours a night. I don't feel like I offer my clients the kind of listening ear they deserve.

Am I too idealistic? What needs to go?

Impressed?

So I've been trying to learn a bit about computer craziness, and managed to (sort of) redesign the 'ol forgotten blog! Comments? (if there are still any passer-bys) Obviously still some glitches, it's a little bare, and perhaps I don't need a photo quite that large of myself (heh).
(I'm learning, gimme a break).

on prettiness.

Am I not pretty enough
Is my heart too broken
Do I cry too much
Am I too outspoken
Don't I make you laugh
Should I try it harder
Why do you see right through me

I live, I breathe, I let it rain on me
I sleep, I wake, I try hard not to break
I crave, I love, I've waited long enough
I try as hard as I can

I laugh, I feel, I make believe it's real
I fall, I freeze, I pray down on my knees
I hope, I stand, I take it like a man
I try as hard as I can

Am I not pretty enough
Is my heart too broken
Do I cry too much
Am I too outspoken
Don't I make you laugh
Should I try it harder
Why do you see right through me

My life

Well, everyone, apparently this is how I'm doing, in a nutshell:
Don't know how accurate it is. Take it for yourself ;)

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:	7.9
Mind:	6.7
Body:	7.3
Spirit:	8.8
Friends/Family:	7.1
Love:	5.5
Finance:	8
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

word vomit.

Right now I am sitting at my computer just vomiting words. Not quite as literally as this photo I created out of boredom, but I'm writing the most boring paper ever. I know this is a sad, sad way to end my seeming blogging hiatus, but alas. Word vomit it is.