So I’ve changed a few things on the site. Not really, but some. Just some small text that most people probably didn’t even know existed.
Since I’ve changed my hosting I haven’t been receiving any harassing comments! I don’t know if this is because these people are just tired and bored and moved on to something more exciting that tearing down my very existence, or if they just haven’t checked what I’m up to. Which is fine by me.
Things were getting pretty bad there for a bit in the Summer/Fall. I’ve been under quite a bit of stress due to school and family matters. It was nice to get a reprieve from assholes, even if it was just for a bit. Now that I’ve typed this I know they’re going to come back and harass me. Part of me wants them to. Like, fuck you, go ahead. Bring it on! But then I remember how awful I feel about myself after they do and realize how fragile I am and I don’t want them to bug me.
Like, I’m a delicate, effing flower, okay? Just stop stomping the shit out of me already! I don’t even know why you get such fun and glee out of this.
And then I’m reminded of all my failings and short-coming and it makes me go crazy!
Drastic Shift In Conversation
This weekend we’ve got an interview with a potential babysitter and I’ve got two others lined up. Because I like going out with my husband without the kids. Because I have tickets to a concert and he wants to come since my friend bailed. Because we just deserve a damn break. So I have to interview strangers. That’s what happens when you live in a small town that thinks it’s a big town and you don’t know anyone.
Hopefully it works out because BREAK TIME!
Now I’ve got to do some homework for my statistics class and try not to cry too hard because: STATS is SATAN.
It’s that simple line of light
That bleeds into the horizon.
Showing that there is more to life
Than the darkness that surrounds me.
I must always remember:
Without that deepest night
There could be no brightest dawn.
So I have moved my site over to Reclaim Hosting. It looks exactly the same because the people there are awesome.
The look will be the same, for now, while I explore everything I can do.
In the meantime, you’ll want to update your bookmarks for my site. It’s changed from sarahjaynenantais.com to sarahjaynenantais.ca. If you’ve been following the .com site, it will redirect to the .ca site for the next year I believe.
All my lovely followers should have migrated with me to the new hosting platform. I hope I didn’t lose anyone!
I’ll write another, real, post later on. Just wanted to give everyone an update of what’s happened in the last few days.
I’m so apathetic today. Which apparently is making me wittier than normal.
This won’t be a long post because apathy and the fact that I just can’t think of anything of value to write.
I am considering getting my own hosting service and moving the site. Not sure how that will affect things, but I’m just investigating at this time. If anyone has any experiences with their own hosting and how it works when you’ve started as a WordPress hosted site, I would be interested in hearing from you! Either hit me up in the comments or contact me via email.
I hope everyone has had a good holiday season and aren’t feeling overwhelmed with being back to work! There’s a lot going on in my neck of the woods that I’ll sort out in another post.
On a side note, I’m taking a stats for education class and I hate IBM SPSS 24. I mostly hate it because I am illiterate with programs like this and want to throw things out the window. Someone want to do my homework for me? Please? No? Bastards.
It’s my bestfriends birthday today and I just sang to her on the phone. She lives a few provinces away so I couldn’t sing to her face. She’s complaining (lightly) that she’s old because she turned 30. As someone who is turning 34 this year, I laugh at her.
As she is a cat-person, I post this photo in her honour:
When shitty days attack it’s like being run over by a transport truck.
As your body flies through the air it’s captured by a pissed off tiger.
This tiger decides to maul you until everything about you is red.
And then it rains.
But instead of relief you’re struck by lightning fifteen-thousand times.
Aaaand then frozen. Just for kicks.
Fuck you, Today. I don’t wanna be friends any more.
I have been so AWOL lately. It’s been like, what? 2 months since I posted anything?
I wish this could be a longer post, but it can’t right now. Maybe later.
Like most of you, I’ve had a lot of things going on both personally and scholastically. Most of it is sorted out and I hope to be back to writing more often when the dust of Christmas settles.
I hope everyone is doing well and I look forward to catching up with everything you’ve been writing in the past few months!
Have a Jack Skellington to tide you over 😀
Just breathe a little dream with me.
Close your eyes and count to ten
And you won’t see this world again.
Caught between a fever pitch
And the cold depths.
Railing against the world
While yearning for control.
This is me.
Who are you?
Hindsight is 20/20
Whether you want it to be or not.
While you’re plagued with the
Coulda, Shoulda, Wouldas
Of a life that’s passed you by.
The calm reflection
In your wild eyes
Soothed my agitated soul.
Look at me again
With that soft gaze
So that I may be