25th birthday was the best celebration I've ever had between seeing most of my old friends at midnight and continuing on later that night with the new friends. Joint party with Bryce.
Beginning in January the boyfriend and I lived in Terry's house and watched her dog, Madyson, while she and her fiancee went around the southern half of the country looking for a place to move.
First Legion show I've been to since I was a teenager. Rockabilly began invading Sioux City with the Reckless Ones. Swing dancing for me!
Hot tubbing and space brownies with Libby for Valentine's Day.
Watched the aftermath of the tsunami that crashed down on Japan. Amidst the dead a nuclear plant experienced a meltdown. Little has been said of it lately (nearly a year later) despite the happy amount of radiation released into the environment.
Tripped to NYC for St. Patrick's, a holy day in my family. Up front for the Fifth Avenue parade. Ellis Island with cousin Julie. Dancing at an alt/goth club. Found a bar hidden inside the false wall of a telephone booth and proceeded to drink with a Fort Worth police officer who's been in multiple COPS episodes
Terry returned in the latter half of April after finding a new home in Santa Fe. She was ousting most of her stuff so she ended up gifting much of it to me. After helping her pack and seeing her off, life returned to normal.
TSOL in Omaha with Fish.
Bought a 1978 Honda Twinstar.
TSOL in Sioux City with Liz and Libby.
The Missouri River flooding was the highlight of summer.
Worked at Saturday in the Park from beginning to end with my classmates.
Learned to break boards in QiGong.
A motorcycle accident nearly took my best friend. Fish spent a week in the hospital. Justice never caught up with the dickrot who left her for dead in the road; we can only take solace in that he's always looking over his shoulder for karma and the law. Best of all- Fish did not die.
Graduation. I wish to paint many words many directions in my little corner of the internet regarding this day. Trite as it may be, only one works outside my head: Bittersweet.
Tripped across South Dakota for week-long camping all through the Badlands and Black Hills with the boyfriend.
Tripped halfway across Iowa to round up Zim and see Nekromantix with her and Fish.
Boo Boo & Beau moved to California.
Learned how to can with Bonnie.
October trip to the east coast for graduation celebration/Halloween.
Made a trip through the Wall Street protests and stopped in the makeshift library and gathered information on rights organizations. Overall the movement's ideals could actually be beneficial for this country except the demonstrators proved too lofty and unfocused.
The Damned in NYC. Check seeing favorite band off the bucket list.
Witnessed my first Nor'easter, a freak October one at that. It turned out to be a big deal when the leafy branches collapsed with snow weight through power lines and people's roofs.
Was a part of the Halloween parade in the Greenwich Village.
Upon returning home Ann showed me how to get my sewing machine up and running. At the concert a few people had stuck around to ask stagehands for the set lists. I, on the other hand, asked for the fake rose between speakers behind the bassist, which Ann fashioned into a hair flower with an antique glass button and black tulle.
Found gainful employment as a therapist. I adore my profession.
After nearly 6 years of waitressing in the same place the restaurant closed. Tearing everything out, telling dense customers wandering among the mess to fuck off we're closed, and destroying the walls was just the sort of purging needed after working in such a demeaning job under an abusive owner.
Roller skating on New Year's Eve. As humorous as it is, being taken to the skating rink is a dream date.
2012 so far has been... I don't know, actually. There's nothing to complain of and nothing to look forward to each day. The restaurant closing occured between Christmas and New Year's. Happiness was a Sisyphean task for me throughout January.
Following such a year of accomplishments and expansion, being idle and limited on money has gotten to me. After going from a cash-on-hand job as a server to living between paychecks it took a while to pull myself up by the bootstraps. Renewing my practitioner's insurance was expensive however necessary.
My 26th birthday turned out rather uneventful. After the stress of shutting down a restaurant I wanted it that way. Guy took me out to the Reckless Ones show.
Destroying the interior of an old building laden with mold and dust brought my health down just enough so that I didn't feel charged each day for the entire month. At the last doctor's visit before my student insurance expired they dicked me around and nothing whatsoever was done for the low-grade respiratory issue. Mum stepped in with her leftover antibiotics.
In the downtime I've accomplished my spring cleaning. A warm winter has allowed me to open all the windows and get air flowing through the house.
Deleted my facebook account. During the previous year I ranted continually about how useless it was yet kept going back until I took it down altogether. I haven't really missed it. As a matter of fact I've barely touched the internet the past few months. I go about as far as asking google a question or listening to music on youtube. Even my poor livejournal has suffered neglect.
I've returned to my previous school to finally obtain a degree after four years of dicking around there with nothing to show for it. The only thing standing in the way is a computer class. Deferred loan payments the ulterior motive. Already I hate being back in that school.
Last weekend I attended the workshop Brooke put on as a part of her graduation in the instructor's program. We were taught Esalen massage and knocked out 12 of the 24 continuing education credits required for license renewal, something I don't have to worry about for 2 years. The gathering of bodyworkers helped bring out the positive energy that's been dormant within me all this year. Since, I've steadily been feeling better.
For so many good friends moving away I have gained one back, new and shiny. Tara. She attended hippie school in the same graduating class, and Lonnie always chastised the two of us for being too analytical. Together we are the dark-haired earthy Irish girls with an interest in mysticism. Her specialty is palm reading.
This year I am resolved to move, hopefully out of Sioux City. The location I refuse to reveal until plans are set in stone, also to avoid everyone's opinion that will be heard whether I want it or not. If all goes well I will be going far away. Currently I'm working out the financial planning and trying to save as much as possible with what I've got. The goal is to be moving mid-July or later so that I may enjoy one last Saturday in the Park and 4th of July with my family and friends, and to be gone before winter. I don't know how well I would handle another full year here. Only now that I'm trying to disengage my mind from Sioux City do I find its traces of beauty. My brain likes playing tricks like that.