Again and again and agin

So here we are, a full year later. So much has happened that I can barely remember where we were a year ago. Since it is something that I've rehashed over and over, I'll spare you the rant.

I'm 23 now, isn't that supposed to mean something? I'm not even sure. As long as I still exist in this limbo, I don't know if I'll be able to answer that. 

However, if there is anything that I am certain of, it is how grateful I am for everything I have and for everyone I know. I could not be happier to have had been born to the most wonderful parents, who have help me so much all thoughout my life, and whom I am proud to consider friends. I am thankful to have an exciting sister, who though we have our differences, has been by my side for as long as I can remember. To have an irrlaceable collection of friends who might as well be family, who with ought, my life would be incredibally dull. 

And I am eternally grateful to have a person such as my editor by my side, who, thoughout all our stuggles and strife, and despite having our lives torn apart, our relationship has only become stronger.

Throughout this year, I have had grand adventures, I have made terrible mistakes, I have changed and adapted to the ever changing world around me whether I wanted to or not. There is a lot I have to apologize for, and there are even more things I have to be proud of. All of these things would not have been possible if it weren't for the support of those around me. 

With all my heart, 

Thank you.

-Veronica. 

(Ps, happy birthday to me!)

a CATastrophy

So there i was, i had laid down to take a short nap and Huxley was snuggling with me
i was only asleep for about an hour, when i woke up to my sister's dog jumping on my, trying to eat a bee which had flown into my room.
i only left the window open a little to let in some air, but apparently while i was napping, someone pushed the screen down. i saw Huxley attempting to go out, but her sister, Winny was on the other side.
i sat up and looked at her, asked her what she was doing and why she was outside, she mewed at me. i wasn't able to pull her back in, so i put on shoes and walked outside to close the window and retrieve Winny.
I also noticed that Huxley was the only cat left in the house. oh boy.

While on my way to get Winny, i saw Abbey over in the neighbor's shrubs. she wasn't going anywhere, so i let her be. I got Winny inside after some struggle, and went after Abbey, and she ran right for me, knowing she was doing something she wasn't supposed to. but rather than go to the door, she ran all the way to the window, twice, to be let in. i already sealed it, and since she refused to go through the door, i opened the screen back up so she could sneak back inside.

now the hard part, where was Rio. that boy is known for roaming far when he does go out, but i found him on the other side of the building with his head in some flowers.

we're all back inside and i am a little more alert now, at least my cats had fun today...

heartache by the numbers

(no reason for the title, just a song stuck in my head).

so, last week, I was getting ready to have my usual Monday shift followed by an overnight shift. However, that morning around 6, I got a call from my work asking me to come in for the morning shift too. At first I declined because I had already worked the whole weekend and would go into overtime if I did pick it up, not to mention that meant I'd be working a full 24 hours, which is kinda illegal. However, they said they would try and cover one of those shifts, so I called them back and went into work. After all, I was about to have 5 days off, might as well make the best of it by working to death.

why do I torture myself like this?

it turned into a very long day, because no one else wanted to it was able to stay later or work extra, except for the person who called me in. Thanks to her, I was able to take 4 hours off to run a few errands, and while I was out I lost my necklace pendant. I found that out right before I had to go back for work, so I couldn't go back and look. I was so upset that I lost it. My editor gave that pendant to me for our first Christmas together, and I hadn't taken it off since.

I still never found it.

anyway, I proceeded to work for the next 11 hours or so, having a so so night. And by the time I went to bed I was ready to collapse. It was a stressful day, especially when my coworkers got on my nerves from saying some less than savory things about the residents.

so I spent the next two days floating and flailing in the pool, where I made myself so sunburnt that I actually got sick. Woo, go me.
I stayed in bed for another day or two, playing animal crossing until my arms fell off (it was worth it). I feel I got a lot accomplished in that little virtual world. After I got sick of playing, I cleaned up a little and used my last day off devoted to drawing out an idea that I thought of last Sunday.

the Achievement Hunter guys in the Attack on Titan uniforms, hell yeah!!! So far, I've only got one more to finish, but I won't be able to work on it until tomorrow night, probably. The amount of detail that is put into this uniform, specifically the 3 dimensional mobility gear they use for plot reasons, is so insanely hard to draw, but after I did it once I couldn't stop. I only intended to draw it twice, but I did it four times! (the other two get rifles, which are also impossible for me to draw). I'm just really happy with how they look, (and so is tumblr!)

the next few days are going to be interesting. I've got more training to do for work, and then another long work filled weekend. Oh, then next week is my birthday (and the one year anniversary of this blog). Where does the time go?

at least I get to visit my editor at the start of next month. I can't wait.

caught

maybe its because the details of my situation, but I'm finding my watching shows like "house hunters" and whatnot a lot more than usual. Its gotten to the point where I stopped myself and asked"since when did I become my mom?"

I long for the day when I will have my home back, and its not like its a secret, its all I talk about. I've got a brilliant plan for how I want to arrange everything and my editor is completely on board with all of my ideas, as long as he can display the authentic recreation of roman armor he plans to get. (don't ask.)

its nice to day dream, but I'm ready for life to return to some form of stable, because I'm ready to settle down. Then I can save up money for adventures! Hahaha!

since when did I become old?