I can't really tell you what I'm gonna do, there are so many thoughts in my head...
So I started my new job yesterday, and let me tell you, I think I'm going to suck at it. And I mean, it's not like I expected to be this totally great server. But I mean, lets face it. I am in no way a nice person. And sometimes I just can't fake it, well so I can never fake it. But I mean, who knows, we'll see I guess. Whopps, hold on, forgot about the dogs. Alright, but besides that, I've got a 2 good looking managers, who are all totally awesome, which helps. You know.
Other than that, life's pretty much the same, which in a way is sad, you know, because, well I'm a loser. But at least I'm comfortable with it. I'm looking for a job. There I said it. And well, this whole process is rather intimidating, not that I don't have a life plan or anything, because I do, I just have it on *pause* at the moment, and was kind of hoping that after awhile it would just kind of kick back into play mode and I wouldn't really have to do anything about it, just kind of roll with it, make some money, move to england marry a rich bloke and settle in for a lush life. You know, every girls dream. At the rate I'm going, I'll end up living under a bridge, and the sad thing is, it will probably be the maumee bridge, not even a cool bridge, because well, I'm sure by now all the cool bridges are taken. There's probably a waiting list. Oh well. C'est la vie.
I think I have a circulation problem, because my feet and my hands are constantly cold, and when I say constantly I mean, seriously all the time. The other day at work I had to go into the bathroom and run hot hot water over them just to get warm, because I was FREEZING, and I am right now, which is why I brought it up. Good one.
Five super cool things that happened lately: 1) There seems to always be super cool music on the radio, 2) H. Biggs and I won the name game Sat. Morning at work 3) I gave a lesson last week, and in less than 1/2 and hour I got one girl to quit taking riding lessons, it was great. 4) I watched, Mean Girls, Saved, Jack & Sarah, & Phonebooth this weekend 5) After this week I'll be down to 3 1/2 jobs!!
I like to bite my fingernails...
and that is not a lie. I promise. Really. It's gross, and true. Completely off topic fact of the day. There you have it.
Where does this leave us? Well it leaves me sitting back in my black leather chair, with fresh from the shower wet hair, waiting for my food to get here, food that I've been awaiting for almost six hours, and why have I been waiting six hours for food? Because I've been running around like a crazy person all freaking day, and when i say all freaking day? I mean ALL freaking day.
So the food has come and gone, and I'm completely feeling full and refreshed, life is now back to it's homeostasis status of well being... ahh... I sigh with great relief. So I have a lot of things going on right now, and I was thinking about this the other day. If I was in class right now, I probably would lock myself in my closet and down a forty and a bottle of sleeping pills, not really but the dramatics seemed to fit right there, because well this is almost too much to take, in fact if there was a way for you to see what order I was typing these letters you would be able to see that not only am I leaving out almost every other letter, but I seem to be slightly keyboard dyslexic this evening... but it happens... right on.
and that is not a lie. I promise. Really. It's gross, and true. Completely off topic fact of the day. There you have it.
Where does this leave us? Well it leaves me sitting back in my black leather chair, with fresh from the shower wet hair, waiting for my food to get here, food that I've been awaiting for almost six hours, and why have I been waiting six hours for food? Because I've been running around like a crazy person all freaking day, and when i say all freaking day? I mean ALL freaking day.
So the food has come and gone, and I'm completely feeling full and refreshed, life is now back to it's homeostasis status of well being... ahh... I sigh with great relief. So I have a lot of things going on right now, and I was thinking about this the other day. If I was in class right now, I probably would lock myself in my closet and down a forty and a bottle of sleeping pills, not really but the dramatics seemed to fit right there, because well this is almost too much to take, in fact if there was a way for you to see what order I was typing these letters you would be able to see that not only am I leaving out almost every other letter, but I seem to be slightly keyboard dyslexic this evening... but it happens... right on.
Pig Tails, a Large Coke, and White Socks...
Three things I enjoy right this instance. No doubt.
So I'm sitting here, and I'm listening to Travis, because well, they rock. ::insert ridiculous rock grimace here::
What I've decided is blog (yuck word) worthy today is Real World Philly, now I'm a real world enthusiast you could say. And well I've seen just about every episode of every season, and even if I hate it I somehow seem to still watch it. So I'm trying to fall asleep last night, with no luck, and no roommates to bother, (tears are welling in my eyes) and so where does this leave me? Turning on the TV and seriously, I do not watch that much tv. I just don't. I don't know why, I just don't. So anyway, I turn on MTV and there it is, Real World Philly, and it's the first day and everyone is moving in and you get to meet everyone and I have to agree with the psycho slut, MJ is hot. I'd jump him too psycho slut. I would. So the psycho sluts name escapes me at this instance, oh wait I think it might be sarah... huh what a coincidence... I know another sarah who is a bit of a slut.... hmm... anyway, there was my going to hell in a handbag line of the day. So anyway, this girl she is a bit too forthcoming for my taste and there is no way I could live in a house with her, I would kill her. And that Willy dude I totally knew that I had seen him from somewhere else, GHOSTWRITER!! How fucking awesome is that?! I knew PBS really did screw up kids. Anyway, and the dude with the name I forget is homosexual as well! I never saw that coming, did anyone else?! If you did you have highly sensitive gaydar because even the gay guy didn't really get it at first. And that's just great. I love this shit you know?!
Hold on the music stopped and I have to turn it back on to something else, I don't know what so give me a moment. Want to know of a good sad song... try Rachael Yamagata "The Reason Why" you'll enjoy it. I promise.
Well I'm off to work on my purple scarf I'm working on for someone for christmas... who I don't know, but when it's done we'll see. Maybe I'll keep it, and then again maybe I just won't finish it. You never know.
If you don't laugh at yourself, life is going to seem a lot longer than you want it to.
Three things I enjoy right this instance. No doubt.
So I'm sitting here, and I'm listening to Travis, because well, they rock. ::insert ridiculous rock grimace here::
What I've decided is blog (yuck word) worthy today is Real World Philly, now I'm a real world enthusiast you could say. And well I've seen just about every episode of every season, and even if I hate it I somehow seem to still watch it. So I'm trying to fall asleep last night, with no luck, and no roommates to bother, (tears are welling in my eyes) and so where does this leave me? Turning on the TV and seriously, I do not watch that much tv. I just don't. I don't know why, I just don't. So anyway, I turn on MTV and there it is, Real World Philly, and it's the first day and everyone is moving in and you get to meet everyone and I have to agree with the psycho slut, MJ is hot. I'd jump him too psycho slut. I would. So the psycho sluts name escapes me at this instance, oh wait I think it might be sarah... huh what a coincidence... I know another sarah who is a bit of a slut.... hmm... anyway, there was my going to hell in a handbag line of the day. So anyway, this girl she is a bit too forthcoming for my taste and there is no way I could live in a house with her, I would kill her. And that Willy dude I totally knew that I had seen him from somewhere else, GHOSTWRITER!! How fucking awesome is that?! I knew PBS really did screw up kids. Anyway, and the dude with the name I forget is homosexual as well! I never saw that coming, did anyone else?! If you did you have highly sensitive gaydar because even the gay guy didn't really get it at first. And that's just great. I love this shit you know?!
Hold on the music stopped and I have to turn it back on to something else, I don't know what so give me a moment. Want to know of a good sad song... try Rachael Yamagata "The Reason Why" you'll enjoy it. I promise.
Well I'm off to work on my purple scarf I'm working on for someone for christmas... who I don't know, but when it's done we'll see. Maybe I'll keep it, and then again maybe I just won't finish it. You never know.
If you don't laugh at yourself, life is going to seem a lot longer than you want it to.
I'm okay with being unimpressive. I sleep better.
Here we go, so lately I've been a movie FREAK. And when I say FREAK I mean, like it's gotten completely and utterly out of hand. I should see someone regarding this new found problem, I really should. But due to the lack of insurance at the moment, I guess I'll just have to deal with the problem without the use of professional assistance. So I saw "Napoleon Dynamite" on Saturday night with my super cool friend HBiggs, and let me tell you it was seriously laugh out loud, fall out of your chair onto the sticky floor and not even care funny. No doubt. So if you haven't seen it, do so. Then on Sunday night Zimbo and Val and I were going to go and see "The Notebook" because Val and I thought we should enlighten Zim into the tearful world of "you will NEVER find a love like that" movie. Because well we feel everyone needs to go and cry a river. Maybe not to the point that they need to sit in the theatre for 15 min after the movie gets out in order to collect themselves (cough cough val) but you know, it was a good time. However we decided to go and see Garden State instead because I've been wanting to see that like it was my job or something. So I convinced Zim, through the offer of purchasing her ticket to go to see that instead, and let me tell you, not only was that the best movie that I've seen in awhile, but it was like one of those movies that you see and not only do the affect you for years to come, but you could literally watch that movie everyday and get something out of it everytime. Zach Braff, is a master. And well, if this whole breaking up the DJ thing falls through, and this trip to London fails to produce a viable husband, then I'll most definitely be calling him, and setting a date for us to get hitched.
Wow, that went on for awhile didn't it. But anyway, so I'm digging movie trailers, and there is this movie coming out called "Dear Frankie" and you should all check it out, because it looks so cute. The dude in it is easy on the eyes, as well.
I think I'm going to start a new crochet project after I'm done writing this, because well, I have nothing better to do. So well, I think I'm going to go and do that right now. Alright, yes I am.
Here we go, so lately I've been a movie FREAK. And when I say FREAK I mean, like it's gotten completely and utterly out of hand. I should see someone regarding this new found problem, I really should. But due to the lack of insurance at the moment, I guess I'll just have to deal with the problem without the use of professional assistance. So I saw "Napoleon Dynamite" on Saturday night with my super cool friend HBiggs, and let me tell you it was seriously laugh out loud, fall out of your chair onto the sticky floor and not even care funny. No doubt. So if you haven't seen it, do so. Then on Sunday night Zimbo and Val and I were going to go and see "The Notebook" because Val and I thought we should enlighten Zim into the tearful world of "you will NEVER find a love like that" movie. Because well we feel everyone needs to go and cry a river. Maybe not to the point that they need to sit in the theatre for 15 min after the movie gets out in order to collect themselves (cough cough val) but you know, it was a good time. However we decided to go and see Garden State instead because I've been wanting to see that like it was my job or something. So I convinced Zim, through the offer of purchasing her ticket to go to see that instead, and let me tell you, not only was that the best movie that I've seen in awhile, but it was like one of those movies that you see and not only do the affect you for years to come, but you could literally watch that movie everyday and get something out of it everytime. Zach Braff, is a master. And well, if this whole breaking up the DJ thing falls through, and this trip to London fails to produce a viable husband, then I'll most definitely be calling him, and setting a date for us to get hitched.
Wow, that went on for awhile didn't it. But anyway, so I'm digging movie trailers, and there is this movie coming out called "Dear Frankie" and you should all check it out, because it looks so cute. The dude in it is easy on the eyes, as well.
I think I'm going to start a new crochet project after I'm done writing this, because well, I have nothing better to do. So well, I think I'm going to go and do that right now. Alright, yes I am.
late night tv a scarf and a boy named dj
Bet you didn't think I knew how, huh? That's right. I Crochet. Not well, but I can. And I've been a crocheting fool lately, if you count 1/2 a short scarf a lot... and I sure do.
So I'm listening to "Feed Jake" by Pirates of the Mississippi, and well I mostly enjoy the "if I die, before I wake, please feed Jake, he's been a good dog." that's the hook of the song, and well it worked, but there is this line "if you pierce an ear they'll call you gay, but if you drive a pick-up they'll say, you must be straight" and it's just like WHAT THE HELL?! I mean seriously. But you know, it's a country song, and we all know, when you're sleeping with family you don't have much of a mind to be open with. But I just thought I'd share that with you. So you can all be enlightened.
I've moved on to a bit of John Denver... For You... I think that will be my wedding song for my first marriage... If not my first, definitely my second.
Oh and something else to share, I GOT A NEW JOB... woo woo... (just call me david from RW New Orleans) you're talking with a Max and Erma's server in training... this takes the job total up to 5... I'll shortly be pulling the plugs on my michaels ties. Thank the lord above for that one.
My mom asked me today to give something up, because she thinks I'm too busy, and I'm busy but you know who isn't, and until I get a 'real' job I'd like to not just be lounging around the house like someone else... sister sarah... cough, cough...
Speaking of the Devil, she's coming home on Wednesday... I'm happy. can you tell? Riiiggghhht.
Bet you didn't think I knew how, huh? That's right. I Crochet. Not well, but I can. And I've been a crocheting fool lately, if you count 1/2 a short scarf a lot... and I sure do.
So I'm listening to "Feed Jake" by Pirates of the Mississippi, and well I mostly enjoy the "if I die, before I wake, please feed Jake, he's been a good dog." that's the hook of the song, and well it worked, but there is this line "if you pierce an ear they'll call you gay, but if you drive a pick-up they'll say, you must be straight" and it's just like WHAT THE HELL?! I mean seriously. But you know, it's a country song, and we all know, when you're sleeping with family you don't have much of a mind to be open with. But I just thought I'd share that with you. So you can all be enlightened.
I've moved on to a bit of John Denver... For You... I think that will be my wedding song for my first marriage... If not my first, definitely my second.
Oh and something else to share, I GOT A NEW JOB... woo woo... (just call me david from RW New Orleans) you're talking with a Max and Erma's server in training... this takes the job total up to 5... I'll shortly be pulling the plugs on my michaels ties. Thank the lord above for that one.
My mom asked me today to give something up, because she thinks I'm too busy, and I'm busy but you know who isn't, and until I get a 'real' job I'd like to not just be lounging around the house like someone else... sister sarah... cough, cough...
Speaking of the Devil, she's coming home on Wednesday... I'm happy. can you tell? Riiiggghhht.
...what I gave is yours to keep...
What's shakin' bacon? It's been awhile... and well, I'm bored so I thought I'd enlighten you with this... bit of, well, borring nothingness. Because it's what I'm full of. As you are already aware.
So my friend Val, she's super cool, and the other day at work we were talking about something, and well all of a sudden we're all talking about the things we wanted to do when we were little, and how we were all in gymnastics and how most of us had to drop out because we were too uncoordinated, once it got past the baby beam, and onto the big beam where you walk, dip, walk, dip, jump, turn, walk, dip, walk, dip, repeat... it got a bit too complicated, and the idea of dipping a little too far and ending up with a concusion from slamming your head on the beam as you hurdled twords the bright blue mat was a bit too much for some of us to handle. Anyway, off topic, however val is now a cheerleader for the OCC Express! Go VAL!
Where was I? Besides rambling on and on, about nothing. So I want to go to London in March, so last night I was like I'll look up prices online, and see, and well let me tell you, it's not that bad, an Economy ticket round-trip from Detroit to London is $520... I'm not sure what economy is, I don't fly, have never flown, and will only fly if I am in fact on my way to London, (to find my husband), but they also have business and first class, and I'm starting to think, maybe economy you're in the cargo hold, because business was $1200, and first class was $6000, so who knows, I'm a little worried, but I guess as long as I can drink I'll be okay. Right? Oh and if anyone else wants to come along, just give a holler! Woo, Woo!
What's shakin' bacon? It's been awhile... and well, I'm bored so I thought I'd enlighten you with this... bit of, well, borring nothingness. Because it's what I'm full of. As you are already aware.
So my friend Val, she's super cool, and the other day at work we were talking about something, and well all of a sudden we're all talking about the things we wanted to do when we were little, and how we were all in gymnastics and how most of us had to drop out because we were too uncoordinated, once it got past the baby beam, and onto the big beam where you walk, dip, walk, dip, jump, turn, walk, dip, walk, dip, repeat... it got a bit too complicated, and the idea of dipping a little too far and ending up with a concusion from slamming your head on the beam as you hurdled twords the bright blue mat was a bit too much for some of us to handle. Anyway, off topic, however val is now a cheerleader for the OCC Express! Go VAL!
Where was I? Besides rambling on and on, about nothing. So I want to go to London in March, so last night I was like I'll look up prices online, and see, and well let me tell you, it's not that bad, an Economy ticket round-trip from Detroit to London is $520... I'm not sure what economy is, I don't fly, have never flown, and will only fly if I am in fact on my way to London, (to find my husband), but they also have business and first class, and I'm starting to think, maybe economy you're in the cargo hold, because business was $1200, and first class was $6000, so who knows, I'm a little worried, but I guess as long as I can drink I'll be okay. Right? Oh and if anyone else wants to come along, just give a holler! Woo, Woo!
Just me and my thoughts...
I sleep by myself, I drink on my own, I don't speak to no body, I gave away my phone...
If you haven't guessed it yet, you're dumb, and I'm newly obsessed with Jamie Cullum... he's not cute but the boy can sing. So if you haven't yet CHECK HIM OUT... I'm not saying you have to go out and buy his CD, but you know this is why we have file sharing programs... for sharing good times and good sounds... so before I have to get medival on your ass just do it.
Anyone know if Dashboard is going to be in the area anytime soon? I just got back my concert buddy and I'd like to abuse them with my music since i usually was the one suffering before...
Also could the weather PLEASE decide which season it would like to be for a while... this cold, hot, warm, stuff just isn't doing anything other than giving me a severe weather complex that is scarring me for life
I'm still in charge of packing, painting, and cleaning of two very messy housing units.... and frankly the APT is WAY cleaner than the house could ever want to be, which i think is a complete failure of the housing department known as my family. Shouldn't someon have furnished my sister with a check out list of areas that needed to be cleaned and completely empty of all and any articles that she may have felt the need to leave behind... such as an old calander on the walll or some NASCAR crap that has dust on it... she must know that when the Bucket and Suds crew comes in it's going to all get thrown away... all of it. Without a second thought. It's true.
I sleep by myself, I drink on my own, I don't speak to no body, I gave away my phone...
If you haven't guessed it yet, you're dumb, and I'm newly obsessed with Jamie Cullum... he's not cute but the boy can sing. So if you haven't yet CHECK HIM OUT... I'm not saying you have to go out and buy his CD, but you know this is why we have file sharing programs... for sharing good times and good sounds... so before I have to get medival on your ass just do it.
Anyone know if Dashboard is going to be in the area anytime soon? I just got back my concert buddy and I'd like to abuse them with my music since i usually was the one suffering before...
Also could the weather PLEASE decide which season it would like to be for a while... this cold, hot, warm, stuff just isn't doing anything other than giving me a severe weather complex that is scarring me for life
I'm still in charge of packing, painting, and cleaning of two very messy housing units.... and frankly the APT is WAY cleaner than the house could ever want to be, which i think is a complete failure of the housing department known as my family. Shouldn't someon have furnished my sister with a check out list of areas that needed to be cleaned and completely empty of all and any articles that she may have felt the need to leave behind... such as an old calander on the walll or some NASCAR crap that has dust on it... she must know that when the Bucket and Suds crew comes in it's going to all get thrown away... all of it. Without a second thought. It's true.
Packing Tape and Dirty Laundry...
I've had enough of both... let me tell you. If I NEVER had to put anything into another box I'd be happy. Moving BLOWS. And it upsets me. Because not only am I attempting to move INTO my parents house ( lord help me ) but sister sarah is moving out... which I am thankful for. However she is incapable of doing anything for herself so she demands the attention of the entire city when doing anything above and beyond the ordinary. So I've got boxes... she's got boxes... we've all got boxes... I hate boxes. Like it's my job. No joke.
I'm also starting to think I'd like to move to england and start looking for a husband relatively soon, because well I'm not getting any younger... or better looking, and british men, they don't care. I've heard that somewhere, from someone. Damn fire alarm... I hope it's not my building, I'll shoot someone if it is. I'm not even playing around. They better get that shit under control or I'll have to get my game face on. And you don't want me to go there. Believe me, it's no Oprah.
Speaking of Oprah... today on her show ( I KNOW it was a rerun, but it's new to me) she was giving away a million dollar wedding. That's a big ass wedding we're talking Trista and Ryan material... and I didn't get to see the end, so if you did, please let me know who won. And I think the barbie and ken couple (not literally) should win, I'm talking 18 years of friendship which just blossomed right on into the love of a lifetime, you just don't get any more deserving, you just don't... unless you're a one legged, blind homeless person, who meets up with their long lost love from elementary school who scoured the streets looking for you. But even then... I'm picking Barbie and Ken, they're better looking... you know?
So now I'm off to pack some of my stuff since sister's leaving tomorrow!
Look out North Carolina, she's coming!
I've had enough of both... let me tell you. If I NEVER had to put anything into another box I'd be happy. Moving BLOWS. And it upsets me. Because not only am I attempting to move INTO my parents house ( lord help me ) but sister sarah is moving out... which I am thankful for. However she is incapable of doing anything for herself so she demands the attention of the entire city when doing anything above and beyond the ordinary. So I've got boxes... she's got boxes... we've all got boxes... I hate boxes. Like it's my job. No joke.
I'm also starting to think I'd like to move to england and start looking for a husband relatively soon, because well I'm not getting any younger... or better looking, and british men, they don't care. I've heard that somewhere, from someone. Damn fire alarm... I hope it's not my building, I'll shoot someone if it is. I'm not even playing around. They better get that shit under control or I'll have to get my game face on. And you don't want me to go there. Believe me, it's no Oprah.
Speaking of Oprah... today on her show ( I KNOW it was a rerun, but it's new to me) she was giving away a million dollar wedding. That's a big ass wedding we're talking Trista and Ryan material... and I didn't get to see the end, so if you did, please let me know who won. And I think the barbie and ken couple (not literally) should win, I'm talking 18 years of friendship which just blossomed right on into the love of a lifetime, you just don't get any more deserving, you just don't... unless you're a one legged, blind homeless person, who meets up with their long lost love from elementary school who scoured the streets looking for you. But even then... I'm picking Barbie and Ken, they're better looking... you know?
So now I'm off to pack some of my stuff since sister's leaving tomorrow!
Look out North Carolina, she's coming!
Where have all the roommates gone?
They've all gone away... to where? I'm starting to think to OZ, or maybe to the Chocolate factory with Charlie, where the Snozberries really taste like snozberries. Who knows. Oh well, who needs to lick wallpaper when you can... well I think I'd like to have some lickable wallpaper... that way if you're walking down the hall and you've got a bad taste in your mouth you just lick the wall. And all is well again.
So back to the subject... while I'm trying to get into this new Sting song, I'm finding it to be troublesome. And it's sad really. Okay, really back to the roommates. They've all gone away, Deena's car is here, but she is not, back from NJ & NC? Maybe. Bedee is long gone. Mindy, well she's Mindy. So where does this leave MelC? Sitting alone talking to That Man, and if That Man had anything remotely interesting to say, I'd probably be more than content doing nothing. But he's a rather boring chap, and doesn't really have much of a life. So I usually do most of the talking, which is just like most other conversations I have. Not the point. I'm starting to miss them... well okay replacement roommates could probably do everything they could, so last night I was talking to Zimbo about how I was seriously pondering taking a stroll across the hall, because they seem to only have a half full apartment, and I' don't even have that, so together we have a better chance for survival. Or at least entertainment, and we all know there's one boy across the hall I'd be more than happy to entertain. Yeah, that's right, I said entertain, and I meant it exactly how you thought I did. And you think I'm the sick minded one... well okay. At least everyone wins. oh boy.
Stop the singing... please
Sting, dude you're old. Give it up. PLEASE. I'm trembling at the difficulty I'm having at listing to this madness. "I'm just the prisoner of love always hid from the light." Blah, blah.
They've all gone away... to where? I'm starting to think to OZ, or maybe to the Chocolate factory with Charlie, where the Snozberries really taste like snozberries. Who knows. Oh well, who needs to lick wallpaper when you can... well I think I'd like to have some lickable wallpaper... that way if you're walking down the hall and you've got a bad taste in your mouth you just lick the wall. And all is well again.
So back to the subject... while I'm trying to get into this new Sting song, I'm finding it to be troublesome. And it's sad really. Okay, really back to the roommates. They've all gone away, Deena's car is here, but she is not, back from NJ & NC? Maybe. Bedee is long gone. Mindy, well she's Mindy. So where does this leave MelC? Sitting alone talking to That Man, and if That Man had anything remotely interesting to say, I'd probably be more than content doing nothing. But he's a rather boring chap, and doesn't really have much of a life. So I usually do most of the talking, which is just like most other conversations I have. Not the point. I'm starting to miss them... well okay replacement roommates could probably do everything they could, so last night I was talking to Zimbo about how I was seriously pondering taking a stroll across the hall, because they seem to only have a half full apartment, and I' don't even have that, so together we have a better chance for survival. Or at least entertainment, and we all know there's one boy across the hall I'd be more than happy to entertain. Yeah, that's right, I said entertain, and I meant it exactly how you thought I did. And you think I'm the sick minded one... well okay. At least everyone wins. oh boy.
Stop the singing... please
Sting, dude you're old. Give it up. PLEASE. I'm trembling at the difficulty I'm having at listing to this madness. "I'm just the prisoner of love always hid from the light." Blah, blah.
I am right, I swear I'm right, I swear I knew it all along
Ahhh the sound of another plan falling through the massive cracks of my life. Oh well. MelG and I have made our own plans... re-schedule we shall. I'm sticking my tongue out right now, but unfortunately you can only imagine the disgusted look I have on my face currently.
To my dear friend Lynzie... you suck. Seriously. I mean it.
Good news... since my lovely sister has no future plans and no optimistic job opportunities in the works, she sets me up for nothing but success... and this is a good thing. How can I ever disappoint the parents now? I can't, and that, my friends, makes this all worth it. Every last all-nighter, and blood, sweat, and tear stained project board I ever turned in, and let me tell you, there have been plenty. I'm smiling again. A big one.
Seriously is my sister playing the same game I am? Obviously not. Or she's thinking of forfeiting. She may have run out of "Pass go and Collect $500" cards, or something. Who knows she's my sister. As long as I'm winning I'm comfortable. Even if I do owe my parents more than I can ever hope to make in a lifetime, but they enjoy the thought of me owing them, so they just keep handing it out, with a smile I might add. A big one.
Ahhh the sound of another plan falling through the massive cracks of my life. Oh well. MelG and I have made our own plans... re-schedule we shall. I'm sticking my tongue out right now, but unfortunately you can only imagine the disgusted look I have on my face currently.
To my dear friend Lynzie... you suck. Seriously. I mean it.
Good news... since my lovely sister has no future plans and no optimistic job opportunities in the works, she sets me up for nothing but success... and this is a good thing. How can I ever disappoint the parents now? I can't, and that, my friends, makes this all worth it. Every last all-nighter, and blood, sweat, and tear stained project board I ever turned in, and let me tell you, there have been plenty. I'm smiling again. A big one.
Seriously is my sister playing the same game I am? Obviously not. Or she's thinking of forfeiting. She may have run out of "Pass go and Collect $500" cards, or something. Who knows she's my sister. As long as I'm winning I'm comfortable. Even if I do owe my parents more than I can ever hope to make in a lifetime, but they enjoy the thought of me owing them, so they just keep handing it out, with a smile I might add. A big one.
Before I put another notch in my lipstick case...
So I'm chillin to Pat Benatar currently, she's going to "Hit me with your best shot." Oh good times, good times.
How goes it in the world of the wonderful me, you might ask yourself, then again maybe once again you're a bit standoffish and you really don't want to talk to me right now, but like the horrible person that I am I do not currently care if you do or do not want to have a conversation with me right now, because this is my channel and I'll do whatever I please, so if I say you're going to have a conversation you're going to damn it. Riiiggghhhtt...
So I'm good, you know in the proverbial sense of the word at least. I did attend VALAPALOOZA 2004 on friday night, which was a good time. Some of those who are out of the loop may be wondering what in the world valapalooza is or was. Well my inferior friends, it was my dear friend val's 21st birthday extravaganza. At which there was plenty of drinking and laughing and most importantly good looking boys. In a sense I guess there men, but when men drink they become children so the use of 'boys' here I would say was done correctly. Anyway, I do think val had a good idea with the celebration, T-shirts, kegs, harry buff., a nice spread, a "Welcome to Valapalooza" Budweiser banner, a porto-potty, you know all the necessities of a good time. As my dear "Queer-Eye" friends would say "Snaps to Val."
What else might I be up to on these, the lazy days of summer. Well everyday I wake up and walk past the desk by my door and see my portfolio images sitting there begging to be put together in their respective places in the nice shiny case I purchased two months ago. But I just continue past without even a sigh, and go on about my day without so much as a desire to sit down and organize my past, present, or future. So where does this leave me? In five years I predict I'll be poor, and homeless on the streets of some god-forsaken town, with nothing but a pair of mismatched shoes and bad hair. College was such a waste of time it only served to delay my inevitable fall from grace, and hope. At least there was the alcohol, which serves to help me forget about the imminent descendance of the future encroaching onto my life's path. Someone save me. Please. I beg you. Soon.
So I'm chillin to Pat Benatar currently, she's going to "Hit me with your best shot." Oh good times, good times.
How goes it in the world of the wonderful me, you might ask yourself, then again maybe once again you're a bit standoffish and you really don't want to talk to me right now, but like the horrible person that I am I do not currently care if you do or do not want to have a conversation with me right now, because this is my channel and I'll do whatever I please, so if I say you're going to have a conversation you're going to damn it. Riiiggghhhtt...
So I'm good, you know in the proverbial sense of the word at least. I did attend VALAPALOOZA 2004 on friday night, which was a good time. Some of those who are out of the loop may be wondering what in the world valapalooza is or was. Well my inferior friends, it was my dear friend val's 21st birthday extravaganza. At which there was plenty of drinking and laughing and most importantly good looking boys. In a sense I guess there men, but when men drink they become children so the use of 'boys' here I would say was done correctly. Anyway, I do think val had a good idea with the celebration, T-shirts, kegs, harry buff., a nice spread, a "Welcome to Valapalooza" Budweiser banner, a porto-potty, you know all the necessities of a good time. As my dear "Queer-Eye" friends would say "Snaps to Val."
What else might I be up to on these, the lazy days of summer. Well everyday I wake up and walk past the desk by my door and see my portfolio images sitting there begging to be put together in their respective places in the nice shiny case I purchased two months ago. But I just continue past without even a sigh, and go on about my day without so much as a desire to sit down and organize my past, present, or future. So where does this leave me? In five years I predict I'll be poor, and homeless on the streets of some god-forsaken town, with nothing but a pair of mismatched shoes and bad hair. College was such a waste of time it only served to delay my inevitable fall from grace, and hope. At least there was the alcohol, which serves to help me forget about the imminent descendance of the future encroaching onto my life's path. Someone save me. Please. I beg you. Soon.
Tissues and Hair Ties
So my dear friends, what you might wonder, do the aforementioned two things have in common? They are two things one can never have too many of. And I can never seem to find a single one when I need it. So this leads me to the conclusion that somewhere, someone has it out for me. And I'm being serious.
I'm sitting here suffering, from what? A cold. And it's not even cold outside which makes me feel even worse about having to suffer from a stupid ailment that should only afflict people in inclement weather. Because stuffy noses and sore throats are winter things, not summer things. Oh, but for Melissa there is no cold season, it's a year round event. Well, I do however know how I obtained said cold. I had a horse show this past weekend, and while riding in the cold rain Saturday morning, because horse people are crazy, I got incredibly warm in my wool coat and rain gear they force you to cover yourself in. So that, combined with falling off and breaking my nose (that's what my mom says, I still argue that it's only bruised and refused to see the EMT, had it been a HOT 20 something EMT I may have been tempted to make a visit to the medical tent once the blood was cleaned up)so that all set me up for a GREAT week. So currently in order to have any sort of normal breathing function I am forced to tilt my head back while moving about, which in turn makes me look like I'm on crack.
Onward to more important bits of information...
We (MelG and I) are planning a BBQ for next Wednesday, rain or shine, we're hoping for shine but will most likely get rain since the farmers are all turning their fields into crops of rice instead of anything needing less than 36in of rain a week. Since we're having a nice DRY season and all. Everyone is invited to dine on some delectable goodies which shall include but are not limited to... hamburgers, hot-dogs, chips, chicken, and smores... after which THE MELISSA BAR CRAWL shall begin after some pre partying, all are still invited, but it will still be known as the THE MELISSA BAR CRAWL , and for the night you will all be known as MELISSA, males included. It promises to be a good time, you should come. Well if you're cool.
Alright, now the small passage that once allowed air to travel through my nose is closing, and no longer will I be adequately be able to supply my brain with the oxygen it needs to support all life functions, therefore I'm forced to leave you and try and think of a new way to allow the breath of life to continue into my body. Like through my mouth.
So my dear friends, what you might wonder, do the aforementioned two things have in common? They are two things one can never have too many of. And I can never seem to find a single one when I need it. So this leads me to the conclusion that somewhere, someone has it out for me. And I'm being serious.
I'm sitting here suffering, from what? A cold. And it's not even cold outside which makes me feel even worse about having to suffer from a stupid ailment that should only afflict people in inclement weather. Because stuffy noses and sore throats are winter things, not summer things. Oh, but for Melissa there is no cold season, it's a year round event. Well, I do however know how I obtained said cold. I had a horse show this past weekend, and while riding in the cold rain Saturday morning, because horse people are crazy, I got incredibly warm in my wool coat and rain gear they force you to cover yourself in. So that, combined with falling off and breaking my nose (that's what my mom says, I still argue that it's only bruised and refused to see the EMT, had it been a HOT 20 something EMT I may have been tempted to make a visit to the medical tent once the blood was cleaned up)so that all set me up for a GREAT week. So currently in order to have any sort of normal breathing function I am forced to tilt my head back while moving about, which in turn makes me look like I'm on crack.
Onward to more important bits of information...
We (MelG and I) are planning a BBQ for next Wednesday, rain or shine, we're hoping for shine but will most likely get rain since the farmers are all turning their fields into crops of rice instead of anything needing less than 36in of rain a week. Since we're having a nice DRY season and all. Everyone is invited to dine on some delectable goodies which shall include but are not limited to... hamburgers, hot-dogs, chips, chicken, and smores... after which THE MELISSA BAR CRAWL shall begin after some pre partying, all are still invited, but it will still be known as the THE MELISSA BAR CRAWL , and for the night you will all be known as MELISSA, males included. It promises to be a good time, you should come. Well if you're cool.
Alright, now the small passage that once allowed air to travel through my nose is closing, and no longer will I be adequately be able to supply my brain with the oxygen it needs to support all life functions, therefore I'm forced to leave you and try and think of a new way to allow the breath of life to continue into my body. Like through my mouth.
Stop Signs and Welcome Mats
Let me sit down, lean back, wipe the dust off of the keyboard, think of something intelligent to say give a little sigh, crack my knuckles and get down to the dirty work kids. So it's been a long time, can't say that I've missed it. Cause well I do have other things I must do day in and day out, and this has become something that was put to the side for the wonderful 9 month hiatis I took.
What has Melissa been up to lately (I'll use the third person here because it has a way of making me feel important)? Well not a whole hell of a lot that's for sure. She works a lot, you all know that, and well lately she's been avoiding applying for jobs, something that I'm sure will eventually bite her square in the ass, but for now it's working like a gem.
Right now I should be doing a few things... what are these things I speak of you might be asking yourself, or you may just be wondering why it is that I'm trying to think of what you are thinking of at any one point in time. Well, either way, someone has too much time on their hands, and most likely it's me. Anyway, said things are... a) cleaning my much too messy room, with it's piles of clothes which reach new unheard of hights which make mountains look like mole hills, the salvation army should get ready because I need to unload some of these things. b) finding a place to live for next year, because I REFUSE to move back into the parental paradise in perrysburg thats for sure. and c) finding a permanent job with things like, benifits, a company car, box seats at all the best games, and most importantly a 6 digit salary. But I'm not someone you could refer to as a go-getter, at least not in any sense of the word that any normal person might use the term. If it's my favorite new cd, or a great place to get some grub, yep then I'm a go-getter, but anything having to even infer that there might be an ounce of work or stress involved and the words go and getter are never put next to one another, if your on the same side of the salade bowl as I am.
Well my faithful followers I must regretfully inform you that I should probably get back to hdiding from responsibility... I shall key in some comments later on... it's a possibility.
Let me sit down, lean back, wipe the dust off of the keyboard, think of something intelligent to say give a little sigh, crack my knuckles and get down to the dirty work kids. So it's been a long time, can't say that I've missed it. Cause well I do have other things I must do day in and day out, and this has become something that was put to the side for the wonderful 9 month hiatis I took.
What has Melissa been up to lately (I'll use the third person here because it has a way of making me feel important)? Well not a whole hell of a lot that's for sure. She works a lot, you all know that, and well lately she's been avoiding applying for jobs, something that I'm sure will eventually bite her square in the ass, but for now it's working like a gem.
Right now I should be doing a few things... what are these things I speak of you might be asking yourself, or you may just be wondering why it is that I'm trying to think of what you are thinking of at any one point in time. Well, either way, someone has too much time on their hands, and most likely it's me. Anyway, said things are... a) cleaning my much too messy room, with it's piles of clothes which reach new unheard of hights which make mountains look like mole hills, the salvation army should get ready because I need to unload some of these things. b) finding a place to live for next year, because I REFUSE to move back into the parental paradise in perrysburg thats for sure. and c) finding a permanent job with things like, benifits, a company car, box seats at all the best games, and most importantly a 6 digit salary. But I'm not someone you could refer to as a go-getter, at least not in any sense of the word that any normal person might use the term. If it's my favorite new cd, or a great place to get some grub, yep then I'm a go-getter, but anything having to even infer that there might be an ounce of work or stress involved and the words go and getter are never put next to one another, if your on the same side of the salade bowl as I am.
Well my faithful followers I must regretfully inform you that I should probably get back to hdiding from responsibility... I shall key in some comments later on... it's a possibility.
I owe everything I've done so far to Chicken
So, I'm back... from outer space... no, not really. Now that I'm a college graduate however I do have entirely too much time on my hands. It's a sad thing, but so far I'm not complaining.
I thought I'd bust out a new blog (again with that word) and share the experiences I've had this wonderful year.
I'd first like to discuss graduation, now I'm glad I went. I'm going to say that to start out because by the end I most likely will be unable to utter that phrase. So Dean, Tophe and I all pile into Dean's Cavi and head out to wonderful Anderson Arena, where said graduation ceremony is to begin. First we're diverted due to road construction then we're in a traffic jam of about four thousand other graduate applicants and standing still. Finally able to park, (in a fine parking spot I might add) we make our way to the BA, and then proceed to be bomarded with questions from complete strangers with name tags, insisting we tell them our names and majors, before ushering us off to yet more stations at which they demand the same information... why this couldn't have been done only one time by one person the world may never know. After digging through a crowd of three hundred people in the hall who are all dressed alike you are forced to go simply off the look of ones shoes to find people you know. After which turning your back for even a moment could result in returning to find a crowd of complete strangers with black robes on, where once a group of familiar black robed beings once stood. You are then told to get in some sort of misshapen line and move cedar point line brigade style towards the Arena, you know move 2 feet, stand 20 minutes. So by the time we're near the doors to the arena, I'm half asleep and need to poked to wake up in order to continue the journey. Once inside, the volume was crazy, with hoops and hollars coming from every direction, if there would have been a fire, we would have died, no question. So it's sweaty, I'm dripping, Dean and Toph and good sports, but they're sharing in the heat. The ceremony was actually quite quick, and painless. I was hoping for a bit more... but I'll take what I can get for the 35 thousand I paid for a nice piece of paper with my name on it.
We most certainly went out that night, getting tanked. Which is like a rite of passage. It's law, I'm certain, in most states. I'm mostly glad that I got to share the entire graduation process with two of my cool roommates, and all of my ID girls!!
So, I'm not sure if I've posted about this before, but I just have to share a memory that's the best, that includes both Dean and Toph. So Toph coached HS football for Eastwood I think, and me and Dean always went to games, and let me tell you, looking like you're 12 has it's advantages. We'd stand in line, and talk about our Algebra test, or some boy we were in love with, just loud enough that the ticket seller would hear, so she would just be like Student? and we were like, yep. So we always got in for the student rate. It was a thing of beauty.
I'm officially Smart!
So, I'm back... from outer space... no, not really. Now that I'm a college graduate however I do have entirely too much time on my hands. It's a sad thing, but so far I'm not complaining.
I thought I'd bust out a new blog (again with that word) and share the experiences I've had this wonderful year.
I'd first like to discuss graduation, now I'm glad I went. I'm going to say that to start out because by the end I most likely will be unable to utter that phrase. So Dean, Tophe and I all pile into Dean's Cavi and head out to wonderful Anderson Arena, where said graduation ceremony is to begin. First we're diverted due to road construction then we're in a traffic jam of about four thousand other graduate applicants and standing still. Finally able to park, (in a fine parking spot I might add) we make our way to the BA, and then proceed to be bomarded with questions from complete strangers with name tags, insisting we tell them our names and majors, before ushering us off to yet more stations at which they demand the same information... why this couldn't have been done only one time by one person the world may never know. After digging through a crowd of three hundred people in the hall who are all dressed alike you are forced to go simply off the look of ones shoes to find people you know. After which turning your back for even a moment could result in returning to find a crowd of complete strangers with black robes on, where once a group of familiar black robed beings once stood. You are then told to get in some sort of misshapen line and move cedar point line brigade style towards the Arena, you know move 2 feet, stand 20 minutes. So by the time we're near the doors to the arena, I'm half asleep and need to poked to wake up in order to continue the journey. Once inside, the volume was crazy, with hoops and hollars coming from every direction, if there would have been a fire, we would have died, no question. So it's sweaty, I'm dripping, Dean and Toph and good sports, but they're sharing in the heat. The ceremony was actually quite quick, and painless. I was hoping for a bit more... but I'll take what I can get for the 35 thousand I paid for a nice piece of paper with my name on it.
We most certainly went out that night, getting tanked. Which is like a rite of passage. It's law, I'm certain, in most states. I'm mostly glad that I got to share the entire graduation process with two of my cool roommates, and all of my ID girls!!
So, I'm not sure if I've posted about this before, but I just have to share a memory that's the best, that includes both Dean and Toph. So Toph coached HS football for Eastwood I think, and me and Dean always went to games, and let me tell you, looking like you're 12 has it's advantages. We'd stand in line, and talk about our Algebra test, or some boy we were in love with, just loud enough that the ticket seller would hear, so she would just be like Student? and we were like, yep. So we always got in for the student rate. It was a thing of beauty.
I'm officially Smart!
