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Friday, March 18th, 2011
12:13 pm	Dancing for the Lord Today is a good day. It has been six years since I’ve preformed on stage, and other than a semester of modern dance classes my last year in college I haven’t really danced much since. All though college I felt very drawn to the idea of a dance ministry. The elders of the church I heard were not so into dancing being rather old fashioned so I didn’t pursue the idea much then, but when I graduated I specifically looked for a church that either already had one or had the capacity for interest. I had had fifteen years of dance training and a desire to do so. I never had the talent to dance professionally, but I felt that God would not have given me the skill for nothing. The first church I went to had the capacity to support a dance ministry though they didn’t have one established. Before I could pursue this, however, it became clear to me that God wanted me to leave that church and I settled at a new church called Oak Pointe. The details of how I found the dance team there are unimportant what is important is that for the first time in six years I am digging though my dance clothes, checking my dance tights for runs, gathering lost hair pins from various places around the house, dusting off my ballet shoes, and will be on stage tomorrow dancing with joy for my Lord and Savior! The Lord has blessed me and I pray I can bring him glory. Current Mood: thankful (Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 19th, 2010
12:08 am	Down the Rabbit Hole I’m a planner. I make plans, and I’m good at it. Some of these plans get carried out, like my plan to go to college; some of them don’t, like my plan to marry my boyfriend in kindergarten. So believe me when I say that the inability to do so is driving me crazy! Please if just one more person could ask me what I’m going to be doing next year that would really just make my day. I DON’T KNOW! I have never in my life had no idea what so ever where I would be in a year. I can’t even narrow it down to a state. It is the second semester of my senior year and my complete inability to plan what will become on my life in the next three months is driving my quite mad. I fact I think I will soon take up hatting and move to Wonderland. I feel like I’m driving though a fog. I can only see a few feet ahead of me and God only knows what’s beyond that. I’m not used to being this unprepared for life. I had a rather terrifying nervous break down last week, my first week of the new semester and on Tuesday I lost it. I felt consumed with this un-subsiding panic. In three months I’m going to be graduating and I’m going to have to find a way to pay off my loans. I feel like I’m caged by my dept. There are other things I want to do, mainly get my Naturopathic certification, but I can’t because in just a few months I have to start making loan payments. This panic felling continued for much of day and was only eased after five cups of tension tamer tea and a long talk with a friend, but it wasn’t truly gone. I’m quite sure that this time is God’s way of teaching me to trust him; unfortunately this knowledge seems to be doing very little for the acidy frightened feeling that keeps pooling in my stomach. Prayers are appreciated. Current Mood: distressed (Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 8th, 2008
10:47 pm	10,000 B.C. a Memoir Nicole, Megan, and I went to see 10,000 B.C. Monday night; the following are actual conversations that took place only slightly paraphrased… Movie: Eeehh, I gave up the spear because I didn’t really earn it, whine, the mastodon just fell on me and I happened to kill it, ANGST! Nicole: Oh my gosh he’s the first Emo kid! Meghan: Eeeh if only I could listen to some prehistoric Good Charlotte to relieve my Cro-Magnon angst. Nicole: Eeeh I tried to slit my wrists earlier, but this stupid bone knife is really dull. Me: Eeeh my mud eyeliner is running. All: Eeeh! People get attacked my mysterious jungle creature. Nicole: I hope it’s a Velociraptor! Me: I think those were extinct by mastodon time Nicole unless this is the lost world. Nicole: Well maybe it is. Monster thing: Gobbley gobbley gobble! Nicole: Good God is that a turkey buzzard!? Me: Gobbley gobbley gobble. Nicole: I’m sorry I just can’t handle of a monster that gobbles! Meghan: Gobbley gobbley gobble. Nicole: Ahhhh!!! Me: Is that the guy from the Covenant? Nicole: No. Me: Are you sure? Nicole: No way it’s… Well now that I see him… Screen blacks out and starts flashing green light. All: Huh. Meghan: Are we being brain washed? Nicole: You know I really want to join the army. Me: I love Bush he’s an amazing president! Meghan: Oil is cool too! Five to ten minutes later after much toil and fast forwarding. Me: I’m telling you it’s the guy from The Covenant! Nicole: I don’t know he’s got a weird accent. Me: Nicole he is the Helen of men I would recognize his pretty pretty face anywhere! Even if it takes a while cause it’s hidden under a lot of dirt and dread locks. Nicole: Ok Nicki. And then some other stuff happened the movie ended and we got free movie passes yeah! And if you’re curious it was the guy from The Covenant, and yes I did have to look up how to spell velociraptor. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, February 24th, 2008
11:32 pm	Speed Limit Optional I can’t seem to catch my breath these days. I just keep rushing every where, rushing to class rushing to work, rushing to get this exam over with, that exam over with, all my homework assignments in, this weekend to come, this week/month/semester to be over. I’m not getting enough sleep, I spend most of my time in school or doing school work, but I never get anything done. I’m in a terribly vacant mood and all I want is to be done with this part of my life. In one week I’m going to go to Florida lie on the beach and try to forget this temporary life, and then I’m going to come back and be exactly where I was before. So I’m beginning to wonder if there’s any point in rushing to get to next week at all. I just wish I knew it was all worth it. If I were the sort of person to give up easily I would have done so a long time ago. I didn’t mean to go all emo on everyone I just have to get some stuff out so maybe I can sleep tonight. 68 days and 10 weeks till summer. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 29th, 2007
6:52 pm	Shy, Awkward, Uncomfortable, and Other Forms of Miserable I am, shy, awkward, uncomfortable, and other forms of miserable. I miss my friends too much who I now realize were my social crutches. Damn it with out you guys I’m just about as bad as I was in high school, just with better hair and clothes. I feel just as awkward and out of place as I did then. I keep trying to tell myself that it will get better, that I’ll make friends, but the days keep passing and I’m no better off than I was when I moved in. In fact I may be even farther than I thought since it appears that my suit mates are spreading around that I’m a dork. Which I am, but there are several different kinds of dork and they only met me briefly once. I just feel like I don’t even have any real goals! Just to make it through college and then what? Then I get a job in a green house and try to pay off my massive amount of dept? Is that it? I mean I’ll do that fine that’s how I’ll make a living, but what about my life? I want so many other things that it just seems like I’m not making any progress on, and if I keep this up I’m not going to. And I know what you’re going to tell me I’ve only been here for a week blah blah, give it time blah blah blah, it’ll be ok you’re over reacting blah, paranoid blah, etc… I just have a lot of angst to sponge off right now. I’m too out of place. I’m over looked. All my insecurities which I thought I’d finally rid myself of have returned to haunt me, and the bitterness sinks in. An old familiar friend, oh yes I know him quite well. Current Mood: uncomfortable (Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 28th, 2007
7:11 pm	The Interesting Thing I Learned About Myself Today at College 1 Dear myspace blog, an interesting thing I learned about myself today at college, I don’t like egg rolls. So today, as I’m meandering through the lunch line, I come upon a pile of what I was told were egg rolls, and being an America who is almost completely ignorant to oriental cuisine I assumed they were rolls filled with egg. As I’m sure that you smart Chinese food savvy individuals know, they are in fact not filled with egg. Perhaps it was because of my terrible disappointment at the lack of egg, or maybe my inner self just bares a strong dislike for all Chinese food, either way that was a bomb. I did, however, eat a very delicious piece of some kind of cheese cake, the last bite of which I could not finish, probably because of my determination to find egg in the egg roll, which drove me to eat well over half of it. Current Mood: blah (Comment on this)
Monday, August 20th, 2007
10:58 pm	Bitch Slapped by August and Unraveling Fast Well I fended it off as long as I could, but August disease has struck me again. I’m beginning to think it comes with the rain. The little bastard managed to hunt me down and bitch slap me across the face. Every thing is changing, everything, and all in one day. My home, my dearest friends, my job, everything that has been steady in my life gone like burnt out light bulb, one bright flash then darkness, in which I’ll have to stumble till I find a different switch. I hate the dark. It comes in waves one minute I’m mostly fine, the next I’m unraveling so fast I can’t stop the spinning. Then the nostalgia sets in accompanied by great fear. Don’t tell me it’ll be ok! I’m holding the tangled ball of my life in one hand and my knitting needles in the other, and I can knit it back together, but it’s going to take a long time, and It’ll never be the same as it was. The problem is that I both know what to expect and don’t. I know that I’m going to be so out of my mind stressed that just getting up in the morning will be painful. I know that I’ll be unhappy because of it and my only consolation will be in counting the days till freedom. What I don’t know is the good things. I’ll meet a lot of knew people and I’ll form a lot of new bonds, but when weighing the good with the bad which end of the scale will tip first. Will I fall apart or be saved? All I know for sure now is that I won’t sleep tonight, or tomorrow night then the next day I’ll stumble in the dark, find my knitting needles and begin the long tedious process of rebuilding my entire life. Whatever form it may take. Current Mood: nostalgic (Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 16th, 2007
10:24 pm	The Lady and the Douche The Lady and the Unicorn by Tracy Chevalier is the fictional story about the famous unicorn tapestries commissioned by the Le Viste family, including the tapestry called A mon seul desir. It is also the only book I couldn’t finish because the main character is such an enormous douche bag. That’s right it wasn’t because it was too boring, or because it was badly written. He was so awful! He some how managed to seduce women by telling them the story of how if a unicorn dipped it’s horn into a well that was poisoned or sullied it would become pure, and if this girl ever felt like a dirty well then he could purify her. Who the hell would buy that!!!! First of all you insult me by saying that I’m poisoned or sullied and then you go on to tell me that you can fix all that with your magical golden dick that spurts not cum, but holy water. Right! Then he precedes to molest a 14 year old girl (yes it was probably fine for the time period, but work with me) take advantage of a blind girl, and get various women pregnant none of which did he bother to take responsibility for. Thus when it became apparent that none of the women were going to say, “you suck!” and slap him, and none of the men were going to take a fire poker to his chest for abusing their daughters, which by the way is mon seul desir, I decided I just couldn’t handle it any more. So if you like books about arrogant, dick weeds, douche bags, cock suckers, slimy son of a bitches, or rat bastards then this is the book for you! Current Mood: pissed off (Comment on this)
Monday, May 7th, 2007
10:43 pm	The Patchwork Girl of Oz So interesting things that happened to me today. As I was driving to work I saw from a distance a girl walking down town in a pair of patch work quilt gaucho pants….* Pause for effect*…. And no they weren’t just like a patch over the knee or a couple patches here and there, on no this chick’s too cool for that. It looked like she actually took her great grandmothers prized patchwork quilt and fashioned herself a pair of fancy pants! I wasn’t sure at the distance I was at that they were the ugliest pants I’d ever seen, but maybe the second or third ugliest, so I moved in closer and confirmed that they were in fact the most hideous pants that have ever literally and figuratively crossed my path. So just a note to all fashioned challenged individuals out there patchwork pants, NOT a good idea. Thank you. In other events today there is a very sexy electrician currently working on the library who looks like Jake Gyllenhaal. I asked him if I could borrow his box cutter and then we had a steamy make out section in the book drop room, or maybe that was only in my head. Either way I want to have his babies. I’ll let you know how that works out. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 1st, 2007
3:38 pm	The Fairly Long Slightly Exaggerated Story of Why I’m Warring Light Blue Eyeliner and a Purple Shirt My Humanities Teacher made it quite clear that if we were late today then we failed the final exam. I being slow to get going in the morning am genraly a little late for that particular class. So to prevent such a thing from occurring on such an important day I get all my stuff ready to go the night before and I wake up an extra 15 minutes early just in case. So as you can imagine I had some extra time this morning that I used to twiddle my thumbs when a much better pass time would have been putting gas in my tank, had I only knew. I wanted to look extra special for my last day in this class so I went through my wardrobe and picked out a couple outfits tried them on discarded them on my bed and decided on a white skirt with light blue-green embroidery and a gray shirt. I carry every thing out to my car about 10 minutes before I usually leave plenty of time to get there right? Not if I don’t have enough gas. CRAP!!!! I keep gas cans in an attempt to save as much as I can luckily they were full. Now I knew getting out of my car that this was a bad idea, but I didn’t really have time to change my clothes just to change my gas so I decided just to be super careful. 9:15 get out of car and find gas can 9:17 Find nozel and wrench. Screw on top with wrench to prevent dripping. 9:18 start filling my car feeling accomplished that for once it’s not dripping ‘Maybe I’ll get out of this clean.’ 9:21 ‘Nope.’ Finishing filling my car and realized I have dirty garage crud all over my hands. ‘Now what? Hey…” I literally wash my hands in a puddle! 9:22 ‘Ok maybe I’m good.’ Still no. Dirty garage crud on my skirt. ‘You’ve got to be freakin kidding me!!’ I manage to brush most of it off, head to the car I’m good. 9:23 Check my shirt, nope. ‘Flying monkeys of hell!!! That’s not coming off!’ I run faster than I thought was possible in heels though I still don’t know how any of those TV superheroes manage to put up a good foot chase in stilettos. 2:24 Change my entire outfit not one of the discarded outfits I left on my bed. ‘Yeah for laziness.’ 2:26 Get in my car spinning mud on my way out of the driveway. I drove 65 all the way to class, which I never do, while removing the jewelry that no longer matched my outfit. I was ten minutes early, go figure. (Comment on this)
Thursday, April 26th, 2007
7:37 pm	Ultra Mango So I thought I’d posted this blog ages ago, but apparently I didn’t, so I’ll post it now. Enjoy! While playing with photo shop and I decided to see what I looked like with orange hair. Which was pretty sweet by the way, but I kinda looked like Ultra Violet’s sidekick. And if you’ve ever seen Ultra Violet I’m sure you know that just about any sidekick would be way sweeter than Ultra Violet. So what would you name said sidekick. This is what Nicole and I decided on though I’d be happy to hear any suggestions you might have. Me: Yeah orange is pretty sweet, even though I feel like I'm Ultra Violet’s sidekick, Ultra Orange. I fit the part I mean after seeing that movie I’ve been traumatized to the point I still strike posses at random intervals. Nicole: I understand I’ve lost count of how many times people have threatened me and I’ve responded with “Watch me!” Me: I need a better sidekick name though. I've already rejected Ultra Citrus and Ultra Sunset. Nicole: I'm sorry, but Ultra Citrus is the best thing ever and should never be discarded. Me: I know but the shade just isn't Citrusy. Oh how about Ultra Neon. Nicole: Nah. Me: Ultra Unmellow Yellow! I'm browsing my crayons. Nicole: How can yellow be unmellow, really now? Me: I don't know ask Crayola. Ultra Macaroni and Cheese? Nicole: Ultra Ginger? Ultra Carrot? Me: You thesaurused it? Already tried that. Nicole: All they give me are food names. Me: Yeah and food that isn't at all related to oranges. Nicole: Ginger isn't even really very orange-colored. Me: Nope. Ultra Gasses of Jupiter? Ultra Sunspot? Are you getting your crayons? Nicole: I don't have crayons. Me: what? You suck! Nicole: I don't...crayon a lot. Me: Ohh ohh Ultra Mango! Nicole: That needs to happen. Now. Me: Yes! But still not quite the right color though I may just have to adjust it specifically for the name. Me: All right I have it presenting Ultra Mango. Ultra Violate Catch Phrases: “Watch me.” “Your all gonna die.” Pass Times: Babysitting annoying children, Brooding, Contemplating spontaneous wardrobe changes. Talents: Changing hair color at will Ultra Mango Catch Phrases: “Consider your ass Mangoed!” “You don’t wanna tango with the Mango!” Pass Times: Dancing, Making out with real vampires, power napping, And of course fighting crime. Talents: Break dancing, Ass kicking, mixing one hell of a tropical drink. Current Mood: cheerful (Comment on this)
Monday, April 16th, 2007
8:59 pm	God’s Marital Problems: Next Week on Dr. Phil So it’s been a while since Nicole and I have had a really great messenger conversation so I think you’ll enjoy this one. Though for the first part it may help if you know what The Mermaid Chair is about. So we’re coming in talking about Nicole’s enjoyment of Lifetime television. Nicole: And I only watch Unsolved Mysteries! And the occasional movie about standing up to one's rapist. Me: Or movies about crazy old women and weird church rituals with mermaid chairs. Nicole: At least I didn’t TAPE it for posterity! Me: I didn't tape it. Nicole: Oh, did we watch it live? Me: Yup we watched the original action as it unfolded before us, or the original infidelity as it penetrated before us or something like that. Nicole: Monk infidelity! Me: EWWWWW!!!!!! I mean who goes man that brown robe is sexy, I really like guys with a vow of silence, the sweet no hair on the top of the head look really turns me on. Nicole: Well, everyone has their fetish. Me: yeah just doesn't do it for me I mean a vow of chastity doesn't make me think, “yeah I wanna tap that”. Nicole: and when a monk cheats, he cheats on GOD! Me: And that is WRONG!!!! I bet God would never let him hear the end of it. They'd have to go on Dr. Phil. Nicole: God's all "I TRUSTED YOU! Think of the children, won't you! Jesus is going to need therapy after this!" Me: Jesus is in a corner weeping in a fetal position and Dr. Phil's like (in a southern accent) "God's right you gotta think how your actions affect the kids. That’s the real reason I'm here for the kids!" Nicole: "Well, and for the sweet, sweet cash!" Me: Yeah, but that's aside to his wife although God's all like, “I heard that I'm omniscient you moron!” Nicole: Oh man, that would be the best episode of Dr. Phil ever. Oh, and speaking of ill-fated adultery, my Taken DVDs ship today, but they have to come from Florida, so it could be a while. Me: Yeah I'm still waiting on Hercules the Legendary Journey!!!! Nicole: Just getting the damn thing is qualifying as a legendary journey. Soon, my friend, soon. Me: I freakin hope so my life has been devoid of Kevin Sorbo for far too long! Nicole: I think that's the first time that sentence has ever occurred in the English language. Me: Well I just made history then. I should be in a quote book Nicole: Wouldn't that be the saddest way to get into a quote book ever? Me: Um yeah just about. It's cool though it's my fifteen minutes, or three and a half seconds or something like that. Nicole: Do you really want your fifteen minutes directly connected to Kevin Sorbo? Me: Will it really matter? No one will remember in like a day and I’ll have to release a sex tape just to get renewed recognition. Nicole: Hopefully one unrelated to Kevin Sorbo. Me: You're so silly how would I even get Kevin Sorbo to be involved in that. Nicole: Oh, like he's doing anything else right now. Me: Good point maybe I'll give him call. Nicole: He could hold the boom mike. Me: What I wouldn't dream of belittling him so! He'll be the director perhaps co-writer of the perfectly staged scandal. Nicole: I'm sure he'd have a lot of insights. Me: yeah there might be a mysteriously placed hydra in the background for the viewers to ponder. Nicole: "Why...a sea monster? Hmm...arty." Me: “Is that a Cyclops holding the club there? Why that’s just genius!!!” Nicole: "It's illuminating the whole of the human condition!" Me: And then my sex tape wins an Oscar and I'm back in the GAME!!! Nicole: Masterful plan! Me: Yeah I know it's all because I'm awesome and I ordered Hercules the Legendary Journey Current Mood: accomplished (Comment on this)
Saturday, March 10th, 2007
4:40 pm	Spring Fever The day is March tenth and where as the beginning of the week the temperature was 17 degrees today it hits forty and boom I have Spring Fever. If August is the cusp of ending then March is the cusp of beginning. I’m a half of the way through second semester and three fourths of the way through the school year and all I can do is look forward to the summer, a season of endless possibilities. The season of freedom, no longer confined by cold weather and deep snow, I’m free of the house to go wherever I want. Destinations are no longer limited to places with heat and clear roadways. I’m filled with excitement and can’t sit still for anticipation of what’s to come. For the first time all season I don’t bother to ware my coat which I hate, it’s bulky, and unflattering, it’s hard to move in, and because I’ve had it for so long it reminds me of all that I’ve left behind me. It’s persistent symbol of all that I’ve fought so hard to forget about. Spring is coming and with it a hundred new days and an opportunity to get away for a while. August was a time for grief March is a time for hope and my hopes are boundless. Current Mood: rejuvenated (Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 31st, 2007
11:05 pm	Memoirs of an Ugly Spinster I Why me? Why is it that I seem to magnetically attracted scanky weirdos who don’t stand a chance and repel all nice sweet attractive guys with goals and some sort of future? Please some one tell me!!! Did some one put a sign on my back that says I Like Bums! Cause it’s not funny! I have been made aware of the fact that I’m apparently the hot librarian (no I didn’t say so myself) it’s a title that I would gladly relinquish since it has given me nothing, but attention I strongly wish I could be rid of. Today one of these such people took the step that I’d been hoping and praying he would know enough not to do and said that he liked me. Not like I think you’re a cool person to talk to on very very rare and brief occasions, but as in I’m romantically interested in you. I tried to play it off like I wasn’t really aware of his meaning and gave a polite smile and ran as fast as I could back up to the desk where the senior librarian told me to stay up there. Thank God. And I don’t know what I’m supposed to do I mean he’s not like the freak kid who used to follow me around and try to look up me skirt, his indiscretions got him kicked out (insert back flip here), he’s a nice boy and just doesn’t seem to understand that it’s my job to be friendly. I try very hard every day to seem polite, but thoroughly uninterested. I never talk to him unless addressed and then I make short quick and at times epigamic answers with a double meaning of uninterest. To make matters worse he’s black and I’m a little afraid that my rejecting him could be taken the wrong way when it’s just that I’m really, truly, deeply, consistently, powerfully, ostentatiously, thoroughly, and sadly inevitably UNINTRESTED. This is the part where I beat my head repetitively against the wall till I lose consciousness. And this is my existence. To all you attractive, sweet, goal oriented guys who probably already have girlfriends, why aren’t I worth noticing? Current Mood: discontent (Comment on this)
Thursday, January 4th, 2007
10:51 pm	400 Ok every one as of today my book collection has hit exactly 400! I feel this is an important occasion that I should document thus. Current Mood: jubilant (Comment on this)
Thursday, December 21st, 2006
9:36 pm	Heroes In a Half-Shell For some strange reason I can’t get the theme song to Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles out of my head! The sad part is I can still remember most of it. They are the world’s most fearsome fighters. Those turtle boys don’t cut ‘em not slack. Oh look at those turtle boys, (Tuuuuurtle. Hee) they just don’t cut them no slack they don’t. Well that’s really all I wanted to say. TURTLE POWER!!!!!! Current Mood: irritated (Comment on this)
Saturday, November 18th, 2006
6:14 pm	Cool and Refreshing Country Tap Water So it’s morning and I’m taking a shower, getting ready for class when all of sudden the water goes cold as it often does when some one turns on the tap water. This would have been perfectly normal, of course, had there been anyone home. So because I’m abnormally paranoid my first thought is, “Oh no what if there’s some one in the house.” My very next thought was, “What a minute why the hell would a robber/rapist/ serial killer pause in his pillaging/raping/murdering to pour himself a refreshing glass of cool country tap water?!” Intruder #1: Ahhhh!! Hey Ed you should try some of this water it’s just like that there Aquafina! Ed: What the hell are you doing? Intruder #1: Well I was thirsty. Really you should have some of this it’s real refreshing like from a mountain spring. Hey you know what we should do after we’re done pillaging/rapping/murdering we should build a plant here and produce bottled mountain spring water. Ed: We’re not in the mountains you numb nut. Intruder #1: So? Ed: Will you put that damn glass down and help me with this stereo system/victim rope/pipe bomb!! So I spent the rest of my shower envisioning this scene in my head and then thought nothing more about it till I went into the living room and found that my stereo was gone and there was a bomb in it’s placing telling me I had thirty seconds to RUUUNNNNN!!!!!! Ok not really, but that would have been a better ending. Current Mood: amused (Comment on this)
Saturday, November 11th, 2006
6:59 pm	The Further Adventures of the Mason Thief Well that mason thief has finally been caught. That’s right even the brick pilferer if not beyond the long arm of the law. Ah I remember it like it was just moments ago, mostly because it was, in fact I’m still all shaky from it cops scare the shit out of me! So I went the sight of my demolished middle school, it was fenced off, but Lorrie had told me the other day that the paper sad that bricks would be set out for people to take. So I parked my car and started walking, but no out of fence bricks were there to be found. Fortunately, or perhaps not so, there was a woman there with a hammer trying to get some out herself. I approached her and mentioned what a good idea it was and wished I’d thought of it. Well since there were now two of us she had the idea that she could hold up the fence and I could reach under and pull some out. So I got the one she wanted and I got one for Pat and me and just as I was about finished a cop car rounded the corner. Damn. He pulled up and was as nice about it as could be, but I was fighting not to burst into ears, throw up, or do something equally embarrassing. I mean it’s not like he was arresting us or fining us he just asked us not to do it anymore. Just the same as I said before cops SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! I did manage to ask if we could keep the bricks that we’d already managed to get out, somehow I did this without my voice breaking, he said we could so I pick up my loot and walked away. The saddest part is that he was really cute, such a shame I could never date a cop. Current Mood: Jittery (Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 7th, 2006
2:01 pm	20 Years Old and Still Can't Figure Out the Tampon Dispenser “And whom-so-ever removes the quarter from the tampon dispenser shalt be queen!!!” So I’m in the bathroom at my college washing my hands when I look over and notice a quarter just sitting in the tampon dispenser. I’m the only one in there so I figure it must be a abandon quarter and decide to give a shot at removing it. Well after a few unsuccessful trials I realize that this is just another reason why I hate tampon dispensers. Then just before I left I had this weird King Arthur connection to the quarter in the tampon dispenser and promptly laughed my ass off. So for those of you who’ve neglected to remember today is my birthday. That’s right everyone I’m the big 20 today and it’s really really weird. I don’t feel 20, I just don’t feel that old. I guess I thought that by now a magical fairy from Adult Land would flutter down and sprinkle Magical Maturity Dust upon me, but though I’ve been keeping an eye out for her this has not yet happened. Being my birthday and all I should be a lot happier, but I just kind of feel like a melancholy single loser with no prospects and declining hopes for any sort of future that I’d wanted to see myself in when I was younger. Perhaps if I’d manage to pull the quarter out of the tampon dispenser things would have been better, till I found my best friend sleeping around with my husband, and I unknowingly had my imaginary half brothers baby, who later killed me in an attempt to take over my kingdom. On second thought the quarter can just stay right where it is, I guess being the Crazy Cat Lady of Riverdale is a better future than a tragic legend. Though I bet Nicole would make an awesome wizard. (Comment on this)
Sunday, October 29th, 2006
8:30 pm	Cult I’ve decided I may just be a cult movie kind of person. I mean Snakes on a Plane I was all over that shit, Star Wars I own the original three movies on DVD. I can’t say I’m a Trekie, but lets face it Trekie’s are just geeks who can’t handle their light saber. And now it’s official I’ve joined the Rocky Horror Picture Show cult. They’ve even sent me a membership card, a Time Warp instructional dance video, an official script of things to yell, a care package of rice, a newspaper, rubber gloves, a party hat, playing cards, and a complementary pair of tranie shoes. Ok I don’t think there really is a Rocky Horror Picture Show membership, but I wish there was I always wanted my own pair of tranie shoes. I’ve decided I want to be Janette just because she gets to feel up Rocky. Hey guy who played Rocky this year if you’re out there, call me I wanna feel dirty. ;) Nicole and I, if you haven’t guessed yet, went to see that movie last night, and I’m sorry to say to the rest of you unable to go with us you missed out BIGTIME!!!! It was frickin awesome beyond words! It was like a Mystery Science Theater movie with multiple Mikes. I guess there’s like a script of things to yell at certain parts in the movie and I really wish I knew them. I want to obnoxiously yell asshole in a theater and not get in trouble! While the movie was playing at certain parts people would come out and act out scenes. The character of Rocky spends the entire time in a golden speedo as did the actor. Me: Nicole I’m SO glad we came to see this movie!!! (Swoons) Nicole: I know!!! Current Mood: Euphoric (2 Comments |Comment on this)