simple enough

You’re the melody that plays

In my head

Continuously, over and over

I can’t get rid of this overwhelming feeling

This could be so real,

And yet you’re so distant.

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(via hercutethang)

I decided it would be cool to post a little about me, since some people I have follow have done it and since I’ve gotten some new followers in the past week or two. So, here it goes.

If you haven’t figured it out by now, my name is Klariza. (Pronounced: Clarissa) I’ll be 22 years old in just over three weeks on March 5th. I live in central Califonia in a city called Merced. (Nicknamed Merdead because, well, there’s not a lot to this place.) I’m a college dropout for many reasons—one being financial, the other being that some people just aren’t cut out for college. I’m also, at this current time, unemployed but I start vocational school to be a hemodialysis technician on the 12th of this month. After that, I pretty much have a guaranteed position at a dialysis clinic here in town.

My parents divorced when I was six. Dad remarried April 22, 2006—after I turned 18. I was a bridesmaid in his wedding. He married a wonderful woman who I’m proud to call my step mom. They were together for about eight years before my dad showed me a ring box and asked if it was okay with me to ask her to marry him. I cried and said yes. Now, almost four years later, she is still the same wonderful woman I met so many years ago. Their relationship gives me hope for the future.

My mom and I are really close. She’s just as much of a goofball as I am. She lives with her boyfriend and his daughter who is, to the exact day, four years younger than me. We’ve had our troubles but we’ve worked them out.

Prior to all the current stuff— my parents met in the Army and were both stationed in Kentucky, where I was born and they were married. We moved shortly after my birth to Texas and then finally out to California when I was five. We’ve lived here ever since. My parents are both California natives and are both from two different towns in Southern California. The Army was a last choice for both of them.

My dad went on to get his AA in Addiction Studies, but now works with computers. My mom didn’t finish college but has found things that work for her. She’s not a careerwoman, but she’s still successful.

I have a very blessed life and am pleased to still have both my parents around to support me. There were stressful times when they didn’t get along, but now that I am an adult, we communicate on a better level.  My living arrangement is kind of weird—I stay with my dad some nights, and others with my mom. It just works for me.

I’m an only child, other than a step brother who doesn’t live here. My step mom had put him up for adoption and he lives with his adoptive parents about 45 minutes south of where we live. I don’t get to see or talk to him much. He’s a year younger than I am.

Other than that, I think that’s all there is to my history. If there’s anything else you want to know, feel free to ask or just leave me a comment. :)

I have just four more days until the most tumultuous 11 weeks of my life begin. Four more days until it’s bye-bye complete freedom, and hello routines & schedules. I’m unsure if I’m more happy or more freaked out. I mean, sure, I’m excited to actually be DOING SOMETHING instead of just waiting around for a call about a job… But I like being able to sleep in and go out often. I guess this kind of structure will do me some good.

I hope that the boy will understand that I won’t be around much the next 11 weeks since I’ll be studying mostly… I’m keeping my fingers crossed. I’d love him to be around, even if it’s not often—but we’ll see.

And if things don’t work, then they don’t work. But man, I’m so hoping…

Food dilemma!

I wanted to make a grilled cheese… but we have no cheese, so that’s out. As are quesadillas. And basically anything with “cheese” in it. We have tomato soup, but that never fills me up. Leftover meatloaf, but I despise meatloaf and would rather chew off my own arm. Rice seems like my only option. Which sucks. I could make some vegetables, too, I guess.

I just really don’t feel like cooking. :(

peterespinal asked: Good luck with the career coach tomorrow! Whats your dream job?

Thank you!

I don’t really have a specific “dream job” but I guess it would have to involve helping people in some way. Getting a job as a hemodialysis tech is a definite start, and may lead to a career.

If you would have asked me a year ago (maybe even six months ago) I would have said my dream job would be having my own business: a bistro/cafe open for breakfast, brunch, and lunch, and after dinner dessert and wine goodness. I might not give up on that dream, but it’s definitely dependent on where my life’s current situation takes me.

jertronic asked: Pizza

with roasted tomatos, garlic, red sauce, and some pesto, please.