Crazy Days... and Crazier Nights...
It's been awhile... i know... you know... we all know. I've been busy, it happens. So I burned myself last night, on my arm, and it looks really bad, but it's kind of weird because it doesn't hurt. You would think that it would since my skin is all gross looking, but it doesn't. I'm not complaining about it not hurting, just surprised. So has anyone been keeping up with Road Rules? Or Real World? It seems I've lost track of the last couple weeks... I don't know how, it just happened.
So, Scotty B. He's still my obsession, and it's sad. Now though I see him three times a week. SEE him, not talk to him, or anything. I just know I'm going to see him. And I was talking with my friend Erica today about it. See I wait for the bus every Mon, Wed, and Fri, and every one of those days he drives down the road the bus stop is on. Not Napoleon, but the other one I think it's High St. Anyway, the thing is, most people either go down Manville, or S. College... not High St. So I've come to the conclusion he's teasing me. Most likely he doesn't know it, but he is. It kills me. I really need to get a life. Honestly I'm going to be 50 and still talking about Scotty B. Unfortunately by that time, all of you will no longer be talking to me due to the fact that I'm a sad, sad person who holds onto her obessions for WAY to long.
School is going. I'm not saying how it's going, because i really don't know. I sleep through my 8am, or go hungover, then I enjoy my womens studies course, except it makes me paranoid that every relationship anyone i know is in, is a dangerous one, that will lead to abuse. Then I have my studio, which really is nothing important. And then there's Revenge of the nerds, the whole MAC situation just bothers me to the point of no return, and watching Power Point Presentations on how to tie my shoes, or how to make cool-aid is not my idea of a stimulating afternoon. So that leaves us with History of Interiors with my crazy instructor Debra, who thinks I'm a slacker but I have potential. And every day I'm late she stops class and asks if I brought her lunch. What that means I have no idea, and Professional Practices, which is a blow off class to put my portfolio together. So thats my life.
I was forced to delete parts of this because someone might see it, and someone may have been upset about the things that were said about them. I'm not sorry, but I do not like to start conflicts I just like to participate in ongoing ones. People are upsetting.
Green Peas and Washing Machines...
School has only been in session for what 2 days? Not even a full 2 days. And I can't stand it already. I mean it to. First class was fine, it was my crazy teacher who I get a kick out of. She seriously probably should be locked up, but instead she teaches at BGSU. Oh well, padded rooms or corn fields, I'd probably pick the corn fields too. Anyway, so I go to my second class, photography. It's a VCT class so I was like this is going to be great, I'm going to specialize in this, so it's easier to get a good job, well or so I thought. So first thing I notice about the class, it's a bunch of nerds, so I fit in quite well. Second thing I notice, mr. Jeff Hottie, the teacher, hottie is not his real last name, but it should be. So Mr. Hottie, as I will always remember him, goes on to take attendance in the room full of nerds, and when he gets to me starts to hassle me about being in interior design, and then asks what college it's in. I was stumped for a moment, how often do I have to throw this information out? Not often. So after a moment I had the answer, family and consumer sciences, and then he asks what building it is in. Oh boy, does this guy have a background in criminal investigation or something? I have no clue what the name of the building is. I've only been there like 3 times, and so I tell him I don't know the name of it. And he proceeds to taunt me about being a senior and not knowing where the building was. So now I'm getting a little upset with Mr. Hottie, and I inform him I know WHERE it is, I just don't know the NAME of the building. This must appease him, because he accepts my directions on how to locate the building on campus. I was not happy with hottie.
So after that disturbing interrigation, we went on with class. I have a nice camera, and it says you only need a manual camera for the class, a manual FILM camera. Well Mr. Hottie, proceeds to inform us that after this semester they're going all digital, so we'll all have to purchase manual digital cameras if we want to continue in the field. WHAT?! I'm shoocked. I don't think so. I can not afford a $500 camera, on a poor college student non-existent budget. So I'm was pretty much done with Mr. Hottie at that point. Damn. There goes Melissa's dreams of an affaire with her attractive VCT teacher. Damn, karma.
So after an entire day of mental strife trying to figure out how I was going to pick up three more credits considering EVERY class is full, I finally managed to grab the last seat in another VCT class, this one not requiring the use of cameras, thank goodness. only downside, no more Mr. Hottie, just some orental man with a good sense of humor. It's a trade off I guess.
Has anyone taken a Womens Studies class before? Because I haven't, but I'm telling you, I'm going to take more. Seriously this lady is hilarious. And the best part of them, they're all over 300 level. And we only have 1 paper, and no tests. Life is good. And she promised us it would not be a 'man bashing' class. Damn. Which brings me to another topic. College boys. Who annoy me. First of all, spitting is looked down upon. Body fluids do NOT turn a girl on. Seriously, if i see one more boy spit and then act like he's the shit because he didn't get any ON him, I'm going to run into on coming traffic. Also do not bother to hold doors that are PROPPED open. It's a complete waste of the precious brain cells you have left. It's annoying.
I just can't wait for the weekend.
School has only been in session for what 2 days? Not even a full 2 days. And I can't stand it already. I mean it to. First class was fine, it was my crazy teacher who I get a kick out of. She seriously probably should be locked up, but instead she teaches at BGSU. Oh well, padded rooms or corn fields, I'd probably pick the corn fields too. Anyway, so I go to my second class, photography. It's a VCT class so I was like this is going to be great, I'm going to specialize in this, so it's easier to get a good job, well or so I thought. So first thing I notice about the class, it's a bunch of nerds, so I fit in quite well. Second thing I notice, mr. Jeff Hottie, the teacher, hottie is not his real last name, but it should be. So Mr. Hottie, as I will always remember him, goes on to take attendance in the room full of nerds, and when he gets to me starts to hassle me about being in interior design, and then asks what college it's in. I was stumped for a moment, how often do I have to throw this information out? Not often. So after a moment I had the answer, family and consumer sciences, and then he asks what building it is in. Oh boy, does this guy have a background in criminal investigation or something? I have no clue what the name of the building is. I've only been there like 3 times, and so I tell him I don't know the name of it. And he proceeds to taunt me about being a senior and not knowing where the building was. So now I'm getting a little upset with Mr. Hottie, and I inform him I know WHERE it is, I just don't know the NAME of the building. This must appease him, because he accepts my directions on how to locate the building on campus. I was not happy with hottie.
So after that disturbing interrigation, we went on with class. I have a nice camera, and it says you only need a manual camera for the class, a manual FILM camera. Well Mr. Hottie, proceeds to inform us that after this semester they're going all digital, so we'll all have to purchase manual digital cameras if we want to continue in the field. WHAT?! I'm shoocked. I don't think so. I can not afford a $500 camera, on a poor college student non-existent budget. So I'm was pretty much done with Mr. Hottie at that point. Damn. There goes Melissa's dreams of an affaire with her attractive VCT teacher. Damn, karma.
So after an entire day of mental strife trying to figure out how I was going to pick up three more credits considering EVERY class is full, I finally managed to grab the last seat in another VCT class, this one not requiring the use of cameras, thank goodness. only downside, no more Mr. Hottie, just some orental man with a good sense of humor. It's a trade off I guess.
Has anyone taken a Womens Studies class before? Because I haven't, but I'm telling you, I'm going to take more. Seriously this lady is hilarious. And the best part of them, they're all over 300 level. And we only have 1 paper, and no tests. Life is good. And she promised us it would not be a 'man bashing' class. Damn. Which brings me to another topic. College boys. Who annoy me. First of all, spitting is looked down upon. Body fluids do NOT turn a girl on. Seriously, if i see one more boy spit and then act like he's the shit because he didn't get any ON him, I'm going to run into on coming traffic. Also do not bother to hold doors that are PROPPED open. It's a complete waste of the precious brain cells you have left. It's annoying.
I just can't wait for the weekend.
I'm Talented at Breathing...
So I'm sitting here jamming to the new Dashboard Confessional cd I picked up last night after searching 4 stores, yes 4. I don't understand how after almost everyone I talk to says A) they have no clue who Dashboard Confessional is. or B) they think it's crap, that four stores were sold out of the CD... I just don't get it... oh well.
Michelle moved in on friday. She's a nice girl, from what we can tell. When Mallory moved in she brought a DVD player, that we desperatly needed, even though most of my collection is VHS, I think I could start purchasing some DVD's thanks to Mildreds donation of the DVD player. She wasn't home last night, it's weird we've all been living together and then boom, there's Maggie busting in on our happy little home. At least Marcy seems to have her own friends that she can hang out with. Thats a plus. And so far Millicient hasn't been a problem. I'll keep you posted on situation though.
School starts tomorrow, and I keep asking myself... is this all really worth it? Honestly, I mean I pay what like probably close to 50,000 dollars to go to college for 4 years, I mean not just classes, but then you've got gas, and food, books, and more books, most likely even more books that cost more than tuition, and then you've got to have a place to live, transportation to and from class, not to mention the amount of alcohol the average college student consumes, which pretty much could double that estimation of 50 grand, at least you get a happy feeling out the alcohol, where as class, it's just a tiring waist of valuable sleeping time, in most cases. Seriously do I really need a class entitled 'Women and Interpersonal Violence'?? . Thats a depressing amount of money. I can't even think about it anymore. Yuck. So I'm sitting here trying to think of other positive things I could have done with that money. I couldn't even begin to list them all.
So what is up with cable television. Do they think people enjoy watching the same shows over...and over... and over. Not just the same show, the same EPISODE of the same show. I've seen "Nick & Jessica" on MTV 5 times in the last 2 days, and "I love the 70's" on VH1 has taken over. Not to mention I've seen like 5000 commercials for Pretty Woman on TNT. And I don't even watch that much TV, so this is crazy. It boggles my mind. It really does.
So I'm sitting here jamming to the new Dashboard Confessional cd I picked up last night after searching 4 stores, yes 4. I don't understand how after almost everyone I talk to says A) they have no clue who Dashboard Confessional is. or B) they think it's crap, that four stores were sold out of the CD... I just don't get it... oh well.
Michelle moved in on friday. She's a nice girl, from what we can tell. When Mallory moved in she brought a DVD player, that we desperatly needed, even though most of my collection is VHS, I think I could start purchasing some DVD's thanks to Mildreds donation of the DVD player. She wasn't home last night, it's weird we've all been living together and then boom, there's Maggie busting in on our happy little home. At least Marcy seems to have her own friends that she can hang out with. Thats a plus. And so far Millicient hasn't been a problem. I'll keep you posted on situation though.
School starts tomorrow, and I keep asking myself... is this all really worth it? Honestly, I mean I pay what like probably close to 50,000 dollars to go to college for 4 years, I mean not just classes, but then you've got gas, and food, books, and more books, most likely even more books that cost more than tuition, and then you've got to have a place to live, transportation to and from class, not to mention the amount of alcohol the average college student consumes, which pretty much could double that estimation of 50 grand, at least you get a happy feeling out the alcohol, where as class, it's just a tiring waist of valuable sleeping time, in most cases. Seriously do I really need a class entitled 'Women and Interpersonal Violence'?? . Thats a depressing amount of money. I can't even think about it anymore. Yuck. So I'm sitting here trying to think of other positive things I could have done with that money. I couldn't even begin to list them all.
So what is up with cable television. Do they think people enjoy watching the same shows over...and over... and over. Not just the same show, the same EPISODE of the same show. I've seen "Nick & Jessica" on MTV 5 times in the last 2 days, and "I love the 70's" on VH1 has taken over. Not to mention I've seen like 5000 commercials for Pretty Woman on TNT. And I don't even watch that much TV, so this is crazy. It boggles my mind. It really does.
I'm just a little black rain cloud...
This is Melissa's Blog of Complaints... so if you don't want to hear them... leave now. Seriously, I'm not even joking...
First of all, I'm all geeked to go to this concert and then BAM!! thats a no go thanks to "THE BIG BLACKOUT OF 2003" give me a break. Honestly. I mean I wasn't that geeked to go to begin with, due to this evil sickness, and the dreaded horse show, but come on hanging out with some cool friends, in a hot place is a recipe for fun.
Second of all, the afore mentioned sickness. Could I please be finished with this?! Not only am I now coughing up things small children would be frightend of, I am losing my voice. A vicious cycle I've grown used to, thanks in part to a LOVELY set of under developed lungs my mother bestoed upon me.
Then, I find out this afternoon SBHK and 'the bitch' are back together... lovely. So guess whose coming along on monday? You guessed it... the bitch. I really can't stand it when people break up with someone, and then get back together, then once again break up with the same person, only to get back together... SERIOUSLY if it hasn't worked TWICE it ISN'T going to work!! Get a fucking clue moron. What pisses me off even more? We all said, in the begining do not get involved with her, she'll chew you up and spit you out like a piece of bubblicious gone bad. Anyone want my ticket to Ben/Tori?
And finally, tonight I tried for 3 yes my good friends, 3 hours to get my god dammed horse into a fucking trailer and you know what?! She only suceeded in rearing for an hour, almost landing on the trailer as well as myself and her owner, and falling over onto the gravel slicing her lip open. So at 10pm, with no light left we gave up. I call my trainer, and she says well if you can't get here you're probably going to have to pay for the stall anyway... GREAT another 40 bucks I get to waist as well as the 20 for the trailer the 30 for my trainer and the 200 my mother spent for breeches and chaps last weekend pretty much JUST for this show. Why don't I just hand them a blank check, it would save me some paper.
If you can't tell I'm a LITTLE upset tonight... just a little. And I'm not sorry for ranting, and I warned you at the start of this. So get over it.
This is Melissa's Blog of Complaints... so if you don't want to hear them... leave now. Seriously, I'm not even joking...
First of all, I'm all geeked to go to this concert and then BAM!! thats a no go thanks to "THE BIG BLACKOUT OF 2003" give me a break. Honestly. I mean I wasn't that geeked to go to begin with, due to this evil sickness, and the dreaded horse show, but come on hanging out with some cool friends, in a hot place is a recipe for fun.
Second of all, the afore mentioned sickness. Could I please be finished with this?! Not only am I now coughing up things small children would be frightend of, I am losing my voice. A vicious cycle I've grown used to, thanks in part to a LOVELY set of under developed lungs my mother bestoed upon me.
Then, I find out this afternoon SBHK and 'the bitch' are back together... lovely. So guess whose coming along on monday? You guessed it... the bitch. I really can't stand it when people break up with someone, and then get back together, then once again break up with the same person, only to get back together... SERIOUSLY if it hasn't worked TWICE it ISN'T going to work!! Get a fucking clue moron. What pisses me off even more? We all said, in the begining do not get involved with her, she'll chew you up and spit you out like a piece of bubblicious gone bad. Anyone want my ticket to Ben/Tori?
And finally, tonight I tried for 3 yes my good friends, 3 hours to get my god dammed horse into a fucking trailer and you know what?! She only suceeded in rearing for an hour, almost landing on the trailer as well as myself and her owner, and falling over onto the gravel slicing her lip open. So at 10pm, with no light left we gave up. I call my trainer, and she says well if you can't get here you're probably going to have to pay for the stall anyway... GREAT another 40 bucks I get to waist as well as the 20 for the trailer the 30 for my trainer and the 200 my mother spent for breeches and chaps last weekend pretty much JUST for this show. Why don't I just hand them a blank check, it would save me some paper.
If you can't tell I'm a LITTLE upset tonight... just a little. And I'm not sorry for ranting, and I warned you at the start of this. So get over it.
You're not as clean as you think...
It's been awhile I know... but it's not like anyone was complaining or anything... silence is acceptance these days my friends. I've been ill... congested grossness thats driving me crazy, (and probably bedee too) good thing I hardly ever tend to complain about being sick (ignore anything bedee might say on the contrary). It's west nile... I'm telling you.
I've got things to say so I'm going to say them, though I am kind of hungry and I can not commit to not leaving this to go and get some food. Anyway... so we found the chick in the borring trial not guilty, and that was okay, because at that point I told the girl who was sitting next to me that if i disappeared for too long, I was probably hanging by my shoe strings in the bathroom... it was really that borring. Next on the agenda of topics... I hate neighbors, seriously I would like to know how after 5, yes 5 nights of playing 'can I really toss this beer bottle into the dumpster, that is right outside Melissa's bedroom, and break it into a thousand pieces loud enough to wake a man with no ears?' someone could still find this game interesting. Even though I have never played it, and probably never will I can not see how it can be that entertaining. I let them know it one night too... and it worked... for one night... oh well, I told bedee it was her turn to yell. She is the ma. Simple mind... simple pleasures.
My family is taking a vacation next weekend... and they asked me if I could stay at the house and watch the dogs... whats wrong with this picture? Am I not a member of this family!? Did the tribal council have a meeting that I missed?! I thought I filed my paperwork on time, I was sure I passed the "You know your a Coressel if..." test with flying colors... but maybe I was wrong. Actually, they thought that I wouldn't want to go, which is true, but not the point. I am supposed to have the OPTION of going. By taking away that option, they screw up the order of things. Did they not read their manual?
THE roommate moved out, darn. Just a little side note to make myself feel better.
It's been awhile I know... but it's not like anyone was complaining or anything... silence is acceptance these days my friends. I've been ill... congested grossness thats driving me crazy, (and probably bedee too) good thing I hardly ever tend to complain about being sick (ignore anything bedee might say on the contrary). It's west nile... I'm telling you.
I've got things to say so I'm going to say them, though I am kind of hungry and I can not commit to not leaving this to go and get some food. Anyway... so we found the chick in the borring trial not guilty, and that was okay, because at that point I told the girl who was sitting next to me that if i disappeared for too long, I was probably hanging by my shoe strings in the bathroom... it was really that borring. Next on the agenda of topics... I hate neighbors, seriously I would like to know how after 5, yes 5 nights of playing 'can I really toss this beer bottle into the dumpster, that is right outside Melissa's bedroom, and break it into a thousand pieces loud enough to wake a man with no ears?' someone could still find this game interesting. Even though I have never played it, and probably never will I can not see how it can be that entertaining. I let them know it one night too... and it worked... for one night... oh well, I told bedee it was her turn to yell. She is the ma. Simple mind... simple pleasures.
My family is taking a vacation next weekend... and they asked me if I could stay at the house and watch the dogs... whats wrong with this picture? Am I not a member of this family!? Did the tribal council have a meeting that I missed?! I thought I filed my paperwork on time, I was sure I passed the "You know your a Coressel if..." test with flying colors... but maybe I was wrong. Actually, they thought that I wouldn't want to go, which is true, but not the point. I am supposed to have the OPTION of going. By taking away that option, they screw up the order of things. Did they not read their manual?
THE roommate moved out, darn. Just a little side note to make myself feel better.
We the jury, find the defendant....
This has, in fact, been a week from hell. Actually, I could testify that there is more than likely a place worse than hell, a place that makes hell seem like an alaskan cruise, this place is called court. I can't even begin to explaine how much I loathe the american judicial system at this point in time.
We'll start at the begining...so i get the notice for jury duty, no big deal, I talk to like four thousand people who all tell me... no big deal, you go, you sit, they ask you a question or two, you don't get picked you go home... worst case senerio you get picked, it's a traffic accident you sit for the rest of the day and then you go home...
And so I go...and I sit, and I wait... they come in and say it usually takes until 11:30 to pick a jury, but no later than noon, and then I wait a bit more with the other 30 people in the room... no big deal yet... then they line us up according to our numbers, (i'm currently 14) and we go and sit in the court room. The judge asks us some questions... they're easy ones... anyone ever committed a felony... everyone a resident... everyone registered to vote... and I start thinking this is a cake walk... then lawyer number one steps up... at this time it's around 9:30-9:45 well this dude decides that for the next 2 and a half hours he's going to beat us to death with dull and mind numbing questions that have no relevance... we're all tired, and we want this to be over... then the judge decides it's time for a lunch break... and i'm like WHAT?! oh yeah... it's now 12:15 and we're not even through the first lawyer... and all I can think... god damn karma...
So I go to lunch at Mr. Spots, no big deal... ate with 3 people from the jury selection thing, they're all pretty cool, all old, but you know I can deal with it, I have an old soul. We return to this modern version of hell, and take our places once again... and 2 hours and 15 minutes later we finish up with lawyer number 2. So then I think I'm in the clear... I'l be out of here in like 10 minutes, just in time for work at 4... then they read off the names of the 'lucky' 10 who will be staying until at least 5 to get the trial started... and the read them off... juror number 1, 2, 4, 6, 7, 13,...14, 15, 16, 17 I was like WHAT?! oh no, someone must have written down the wrong number... but unfortunatly they didn't.
Then they tell me, oh the trial will probably last the rest of the week. And I'm like WHOA now, I don't think so... but oh yes, this isn't some dumb minor court case, I'm working on the OJ Simpson trial of Wood Co. (well not really but it might as well be) the only difference, my case is horribly BORRING, and I sit, and they gave us these notebooks so we can take notes if we choose, and so what do I do? I doodle, I write my own notes like, ooh she looks like she's going to crack... and I wonder if the lawyers call each other to make sure they match their ties. Thats the quality juror I am. So as I sit, and suffer I look over at the judge, who is contently starring at his computer screen like he has been doing for the past 4 hours, and then I see him crack a smile and start typing... I think he and the baliff are having a IM conversation at this point, and it's making me upset. Then he begins what i believe to be a game of solitare on the computer glancing up every now and then, but you know not really paying attention to the hell I'm in. So I sit and, I sit, and I really need to pay attention when people string more than two consecutive sentences together, because I should probably make an educated decision at the end of all of this. But in the end I just want to shoot myself... and the really neat part... I get to look forward to it all again tomorrow... as well as the day after... so until I can think of some deadly disease I caught overnight and makes me unfit to sit on the jury, have a good one.
This has, in fact, been a week from hell. Actually, I could testify that there is more than likely a place worse than hell, a place that makes hell seem like an alaskan cruise, this place is called court. I can't even begin to explaine how much I loathe the american judicial system at this point in time.
We'll start at the begining...so i get the notice for jury duty, no big deal, I talk to like four thousand people who all tell me... no big deal, you go, you sit, they ask you a question or two, you don't get picked you go home... worst case senerio you get picked, it's a traffic accident you sit for the rest of the day and then you go home...
And so I go...and I sit, and I wait... they come in and say it usually takes until 11:30 to pick a jury, but no later than noon, and then I wait a bit more with the other 30 people in the room... no big deal yet... then they line us up according to our numbers, (i'm currently 14) and we go and sit in the court room. The judge asks us some questions... they're easy ones... anyone ever committed a felony... everyone a resident... everyone registered to vote... and I start thinking this is a cake walk... then lawyer number one steps up... at this time it's around 9:30-9:45 well this dude decides that for the next 2 and a half hours he's going to beat us to death with dull and mind numbing questions that have no relevance... we're all tired, and we want this to be over... then the judge decides it's time for a lunch break... and i'm like WHAT?! oh yeah... it's now 12:15 and we're not even through the first lawyer... and all I can think... god damn karma...
So I go to lunch at Mr. Spots, no big deal... ate with 3 people from the jury selection thing, they're all pretty cool, all old, but you know I can deal with it, I have an old soul. We return to this modern version of hell, and take our places once again... and 2 hours and 15 minutes later we finish up with lawyer number 2. So then I think I'm in the clear... I'l be out of here in like 10 minutes, just in time for work at 4... then they read off the names of the 'lucky' 10 who will be staying until at least 5 to get the trial started... and the read them off... juror number 1, 2, 4, 6, 7, 13,...14, 15, 16, 17 I was like WHAT?! oh no, someone must have written down the wrong number... but unfortunatly they didn't.
Then they tell me, oh the trial will probably last the rest of the week. And I'm like WHOA now, I don't think so... but oh yes, this isn't some dumb minor court case, I'm working on the OJ Simpson trial of Wood Co. (well not really but it might as well be) the only difference, my case is horribly BORRING, and I sit, and they gave us these notebooks so we can take notes if we choose, and so what do I do? I doodle, I write my own notes like, ooh she looks like she's going to crack... and I wonder if the lawyers call each other to make sure they match their ties. Thats the quality juror I am. So as I sit, and suffer I look over at the judge, who is contently starring at his computer screen like he has been doing for the past 4 hours, and then I see him crack a smile and start typing... I think he and the baliff are having a IM conversation at this point, and it's making me upset. Then he begins what i believe to be a game of solitare on the computer glancing up every now and then, but you know not really paying attention to the hell I'm in. So I sit and, I sit, and I really need to pay attention when people string more than two consecutive sentences together, because I should probably make an educated decision at the end of all of this. But in the end I just want to shoot myself... and the really neat part... I get to look forward to it all again tomorrow... as well as the day after... so until I can think of some deadly disease I caught overnight and makes me unfit to sit on the jury, have a good one.
Televangelists: The Pro Wrestlers of religion.
Once again... nothing to do with anything... I've just run out of things to say. Well thats a lie, I've run out of fun titles, that mean something. Okay, so I went to the BGSU website this evening to check my schedual, and well I can't. And do you know why this is? Because ganky BG only has limited hours in which you can complete such a task. Why, may I ask, is this? What does it matter if I choose to check my schedual at 10pm or 10am. I mean, seriously. I can understand if they only UPDATE these things during regular hours, but why can't I just LOOK at it.
Someone please tell me if you know.
So, today I was at the bank, and I was walking out, so I see this boy whom I used to know, and in my better judgment I would have kept walking, but NO I had to stop and talk... lord what was I thinking... seriously. And to tell you the truth it wasn't until an hour later that I would actually remember his name. And I don't think he recognized me at first... I really should have kept walking... but no, dumb melissa stopped and once you stop, there is no turning back, you've committed to a conversation. So this boy realizes who I am, and bam. He is good, and his life is the same. And it was weird, and I was like please don't ask me where I work, please don't. Oh, what was the last question... you quessed it. So what did I get out of our conversation? I've moved on and up, he has not. And now, he knows where I work... I could not wait to get out of there. And I'm probably going to catch some shit for this... and it's really going to make me feel bad... well maybe not. But you know what? Life goes on...
In other news, the apartment is clean. And when I say clean, I mean you could lick the baseboards clean. (I should know I cleaned them) Bedee spent a good chunk of her day tending to this task, and let me tell you it looks damn good. Dean, and I helped out here and there, like the slacker-esc roommates we are. Also I like the fact that we have a dumpster located about 10 feet from the curb to the side of our building. So what does this mean? We don't have to walk the bags of garbage down to the real dumpster anymore, now we just stand on the balco, and play a little trash bag ball. Good times, unless you miss that is...
Also, anyone have a small watercraft that I could borrow?! The air pond out back is now a pond, and I would like to get a boat and go and play in it. For real. What could be more fun?! Not much. I have however schedualed a MUD FOOTBALL GAME for the day the water receeds to mud level in said airpond, at which time I will bust out the nerf football and head out in my oldest clothes and rally the troops. All should plan to attend. Scotty B included. Ahh, Scotty B.
That reminds me, you all missed the best wedding. Kristi and Michael were wonderful. And it was so much fun. She was so pretty in her big poofy dress. And all of the scottish boys were oh so sexy in their kilts. By the end of the night I wanted to marry a man in a kilt. However I would have settled for the DJ. Michaels brothers are adorable, and his friends from canada were sexy, I think it must be something about being born and raised in South Africa, because seriously all the boys I've met from there, have been sexy. So we decided we need to go there and get men from now on. Anyone who wants to tag along, let me know.
Once again... nothing to do with anything... I've just run out of things to say. Well thats a lie, I've run out of fun titles, that mean something. Okay, so I went to the BGSU website this evening to check my schedual, and well I can't. And do you know why this is? Because ganky BG only has limited hours in which you can complete such a task. Why, may I ask, is this? What does it matter if I choose to check my schedual at 10pm or 10am. I mean, seriously. I can understand if they only UPDATE these things during regular hours, but why can't I just LOOK at it.
Someone please tell me if you know.
So, today I was at the bank, and I was walking out, so I see this boy whom I used to know, and in my better judgment I would have kept walking, but NO I had to stop and talk... lord what was I thinking... seriously. And to tell you the truth it wasn't until an hour later that I would actually remember his name. And I don't think he recognized me at first... I really should have kept walking... but no, dumb melissa stopped and once you stop, there is no turning back, you've committed to a conversation. So this boy realizes who I am, and bam. He is good, and his life is the same. And it was weird, and I was like please don't ask me where I work, please don't. Oh, what was the last question... you quessed it. So what did I get out of our conversation? I've moved on and up, he has not. And now, he knows where I work... I could not wait to get out of there. And I'm probably going to catch some shit for this... and it's really going to make me feel bad... well maybe not. But you know what? Life goes on...
In other news, the apartment is clean. And when I say clean, I mean you could lick the baseboards clean. (I should know I cleaned them) Bedee spent a good chunk of her day tending to this task, and let me tell you it looks damn good. Dean, and I helped out here and there, like the slacker-esc roommates we are. Also I like the fact that we have a dumpster located about 10 feet from the curb to the side of our building. So what does this mean? We don't have to walk the bags of garbage down to the real dumpster anymore, now we just stand on the balco, and play a little trash bag ball. Good times, unless you miss that is...
Also, anyone have a small watercraft that I could borrow?! The air pond out back is now a pond, and I would like to get a boat and go and play in it. For real. What could be more fun?! Not much. I have however schedualed a MUD FOOTBALL GAME for the day the water receeds to mud level in said airpond, at which time I will bust out the nerf football and head out in my oldest clothes and rally the troops. All should plan to attend. Scotty B included. Ahh, Scotty B.
That reminds me, you all missed the best wedding. Kristi and Michael were wonderful. And it was so much fun. She was so pretty in her big poofy dress. And all of the scottish boys were oh so sexy in their kilts. By the end of the night I wanted to marry a man in a kilt. However I would have settled for the DJ. Michaels brothers are adorable, and his friends from canada were sexy, I think it must be something about being born and raised in South Africa, because seriously all the boys I've met from there, have been sexy. So we decided we need to go there and get men from now on. Anyone who wants to tag along, let me know.
You + Me = Us .... I know my Calculus
I was on my way home from the barn this morning, and I was driving, and the radio was off (I don't know why) and I just started to think about that fun song. And then it made me want to go to Chi Chi's, and thats pretty sad. Especially since it was 9am. Oh well. So then I wanted to listen to the song, only the CD was at the apartment, and so that was depressing, especially since when I pulled in the parking lot I saw the CD case buried on the floor of my car, I had the CD the entire time. Damn Karma.
Also, I have this wedding to go to tomorrow, and like most things in life I waited until the last minute to buy a dress, because just like prom (both years) I thought I wouldn't have a problem finding one (and just like prom both years) however I couldn't find one, anywhere... so I ordered one, and oh yeah it's too big. So if I had ordered it with time to spare I could you know send it back, oh no, so now I'm stuck with this dress thats too big, that I have to wear. So I'm contimplating trying to shrink it. This could be either a good thing or a bad thing. With my luck I'll end up with a bedee sized dress, or it won't change at all. Oh well. Another problem I have, I am sunburnt like nobodys business. No joke. Last night I was up until 3 because I can't lay on my back or on my side because the heat radiates off of my back and then I feel like I'm in a freaking oven, and that really is not a fun place to be (probably just a little taste of how I'm going to feel when I die and go to hell for all the evil things I've done in my life... damn karma).
So that leaves us with the last topic of the day, away messages... they bother me. They're main job is to tell me what your doing at any one moment in time. Though I'm sure they were intended for people who had to run and answer the phone or were busy looking at porn and didn't want to be bothered, but what do I know?
So, I enjoy funny away messages, like one of my dear friends from grade school who had this one... "there are two kinds of mints you should never refuse in life. Breath mints, and compliments, because either way someone is trying to tell you something"... the general "I'm away from my computer right now" works, a little boring, but I can handle it. I know a few fans of that one.
Also, people who say the same thing... over... and over... and over... and over... day... after day.... after day... PLEASE either just SIGN off and get a life, or just use the general one. Seriously they should police these things, no loitering, or keeping the same away message or same SUBJECT of away message for days on end. (I used to be an offender of keeping the away message the same for days but I've grown out of that stage)
Another thing I hate are away messages that make no sense... you know what I'm talking about. People who are too lazy to think of anything normal, annoy me. Quotes are fun, and always enjoyable. However I do not want to know your daily schedual, including trips to the bathroom, what you ate for every meal that day and how many times you let your dog out. Come on now people.
The real clincher, emoticons (is that what they're calling the assortment of faces these days?) some people do them stylishly, while other people should have that button taken away. I mean seriously. there are some people who use them, and it's like I can actually see that persons head right there on my screen with that same expression on their face, and that quite frankly scares me. Ugh, it gives me the chills just thinking about it... So members of the AIM community, please think of others and use common sense the next time you think about hitting that 'away messsage' button.
Props to horton for updating his blog... Check it out now...
I was on my way home from the barn this morning, and I was driving, and the radio was off (I don't know why) and I just started to think about that fun song. And then it made me want to go to Chi Chi's, and thats pretty sad. Especially since it was 9am. Oh well. So then I wanted to listen to the song, only the CD was at the apartment, and so that was depressing, especially since when I pulled in the parking lot I saw the CD case buried on the floor of my car, I had the CD the entire time. Damn Karma.
Also, I have this wedding to go to tomorrow, and like most things in life I waited until the last minute to buy a dress, because just like prom (both years) I thought I wouldn't have a problem finding one (and just like prom both years) however I couldn't find one, anywhere... so I ordered one, and oh yeah it's too big. So if I had ordered it with time to spare I could you know send it back, oh no, so now I'm stuck with this dress thats too big, that I have to wear. So I'm contimplating trying to shrink it. This could be either a good thing or a bad thing. With my luck I'll end up with a bedee sized dress, or it won't change at all. Oh well. Another problem I have, I am sunburnt like nobodys business. No joke. Last night I was up until 3 because I can't lay on my back or on my side because the heat radiates off of my back and then I feel like I'm in a freaking oven, and that really is not a fun place to be (probably just a little taste of how I'm going to feel when I die and go to hell for all the evil things I've done in my life... damn karma).
So that leaves us with the last topic of the day, away messages... they bother me. They're main job is to tell me what your doing at any one moment in time. Though I'm sure they were intended for people who had to run and answer the phone or were busy looking at porn and didn't want to be bothered, but what do I know?
So, I enjoy funny away messages, like one of my dear friends from grade school who had this one... "there are two kinds of mints you should never refuse in life. Breath mints, and compliments, because either way someone is trying to tell you something"... the general "I'm away from my computer right now" works, a little boring, but I can handle it. I know a few fans of that one.
Also, people who say the same thing... over... and over... and over... and over... day... after day.... after day... PLEASE either just SIGN off and get a life, or just use the general one. Seriously they should police these things, no loitering, or keeping the same away message or same SUBJECT of away message for days on end. (I used to be an offender of keeping the away message the same for days but I've grown out of that stage)
Another thing I hate are away messages that make no sense... you know what I'm talking about. People who are too lazy to think of anything normal, annoy me. Quotes are fun, and always enjoyable. However I do not want to know your daily schedual, including trips to the bathroom, what you ate for every meal that day and how many times you let your dog out. Come on now people.
The real clincher, emoticons (is that what they're calling the assortment of faces these days?) some people do them stylishly, while other people should have that button taken away. I mean seriously. there are some people who use them, and it's like I can actually see that persons head right there on my screen with that same expression on their face, and that quite frankly scares me. Ugh, it gives me the chills just thinking about it... So members of the AIM community, please think of others and use common sense the next time you think about hitting that 'away messsage' button.
Props to horton for updating his blog... Check it out now...
So you want to be a pro-skate boarder?
So I'm visiting relatives this week, and let me just tell you, I am officially addicted to Tony Hawk's play station two game. Not only do I ge to be my best friend Bam Magara BUT I get to choose what he wears, AND I get to skateboard in some pretty awesome places. If only I could even skateboard straight in real life... a girl can dream right?
Besides playing Tony Hawk, (the play station is in the room that I am staying in, so not only do I play most of the day, I play after everyone has gone to bed, I'm leaving tomorrow so I'm trying to get as much playing time in as I can) I went to Kings Island, they (my second family) live like 3 minutes away, you can pretty much see it from their house. So I rode all of these rides, and yeah, it doesn't compare to Cedar Point, but for free (when you've got the connections I have) and you just want to have a fun day with almost NO LINES, it's definatly worth it. The only thing is, I didn't think about this until after I rode like fifty rides, but I have been having back problems for awhile now, (my parents tell me it's the horses, but I'm still not convinced) and it hasn't hurt for awhile now, but after all of those rides, it was pretty evident that I'm an idiot. It felt like someone jabbing a metal stake through my back and then twisting it slowly around by the end of the day. But I was able to suck it up, and made it through the day, only to return home scorched from the sun. Chalk another one up for me. Go Team.
Now, I am sitting here having arrived back at their house, after my cousin's baseball party (I'm one of the family when I'm in town) and I really want to see the movie sea biscuit, like bad. And I know I'm a loser, and thats really okay, because I don't care. I just want to see it. And I don't know why this just came up. But I thought you should all know, because someone should go and see it with me. SOON. But anyway, we're back from this SUPER COOL baseball party, and my one cousin Dan, he's going to be a stud, I can see it now. We were getting ready to leave and ALL of the little girls were like 'bye dan'. And the boy is only in the sixth grade. He just shakes his head, and smiles. Already tired of the cat calls. It makes me sick.
OH but the best news of the ENTIRE visit. The boy I was going to marry, the boy who was the first boy to play 'I'll show you mine, if you show me yours' with me when i was like 8, is engaged. After years of family torture, and nagging about the fact that we were definatly going to get married, and everyone saying we're perfect for each other he's getting married. HOW AWSOME is that?! The kid barely graduated highschool, works at applebees and has no future, and he's perfect for me?! That tells you what my family thinks of me. Poor girl has no idea what she's getting into. I just know it frees me from future years of nagging. And that is great. Actually I'm happy for the kid, He's happy, and I'm extatic. Only thing is we're the only ones who think the wedding is actually going to happen. Damn. Oh well, I just hope they have a long engagement.
So I'm visiting relatives this week, and let me just tell you, I am officially addicted to Tony Hawk's play station two game. Not only do I ge to be my best friend Bam Magara BUT I get to choose what he wears, AND I get to skateboard in some pretty awesome places. If only I could even skateboard straight in real life... a girl can dream right?
Besides playing Tony Hawk, (the play station is in the room that I am staying in, so not only do I play most of the day, I play after everyone has gone to bed, I'm leaving tomorrow so I'm trying to get as much playing time in as I can) I went to Kings Island, they (my second family) live like 3 minutes away, you can pretty much see it from their house. So I rode all of these rides, and yeah, it doesn't compare to Cedar Point, but for free (when you've got the connections I have) and you just want to have a fun day with almost NO LINES, it's definatly worth it. The only thing is, I didn't think about this until after I rode like fifty rides, but I have been having back problems for awhile now, (my parents tell me it's the horses, but I'm still not convinced) and it hasn't hurt for awhile now, but after all of those rides, it was pretty evident that I'm an idiot. It felt like someone jabbing a metal stake through my back and then twisting it slowly around by the end of the day. But I was able to suck it up, and made it through the day, only to return home scorched from the sun. Chalk another one up for me. Go Team.
Now, I am sitting here having arrived back at their house, after my cousin's baseball party (I'm one of the family when I'm in town) and I really want to see the movie sea biscuit, like bad. And I know I'm a loser, and thats really okay, because I don't care. I just want to see it. And I don't know why this just came up. But I thought you should all know, because someone should go and see it with me. SOON. But anyway, we're back from this SUPER COOL baseball party, and my one cousin Dan, he's going to be a stud, I can see it now. We were getting ready to leave and ALL of the little girls were like 'bye dan'. And the boy is only in the sixth grade. He just shakes his head, and smiles. Already tired of the cat calls. It makes me sick.
OH but the best news of the ENTIRE visit. The boy I was going to marry, the boy who was the first boy to play 'I'll show you mine, if you show me yours' with me when i was like 8, is engaged. After years of family torture, and nagging about the fact that we were definatly going to get married, and everyone saying we're perfect for each other he's getting married. HOW AWSOME is that?! The kid barely graduated highschool, works at applebees and has no future, and he's perfect for me?! That tells you what my family thinks of me. Poor girl has no idea what she's getting into. I just know it frees me from future years of nagging. And that is great. Actually I'm happy for the kid, He's happy, and I'm extatic. Only thing is we're the only ones who think the wedding is actually going to happen. Damn. Oh well, I just hope they have a long engagement.
"The shell must break before the bird can fly." -- Tennyson
UPDATE!: For all of you wondering about our dear friend jeremy from the previous post, this ones for you, (and you and you) so I had to leave at the point that I ended the post, so I went to work and was telling my dear friend erin about this show, and she was like I've seen that. So I got excited, and asked how it ended. Did our leading man Jeremy get Lashanda to go to the prom with him? Did the annoying girl die from her heart condition that was in her head? I needed to know. I'll save the best for last.
So annoying girl, her life went on, and during awards for seniors I guess she got boo'ed every time she won an award, now thats cohesion amongst a class if I ever saw it. (well at least they were all working together against one girl right?). And then she cried a bit more... boo fucking hoo.
On with the feature presentation... So Jeremy asked this chick Lashanda to prom, and she stuttered as if pondering whether or not to show up at prom with this boy. And then she said 'if my mother allows it'. So I'm thinking this girl is going to turn this kid down, and then show up at prom with the quarter back or something... oh no. So her mom, his mom, and the rest of the family all got together, and her mom was like ok she can go. Turns out Lashanda is a little slow too, so it's a perfect fit! So, Jeremy shows up at Lashanda's house to pick her up and she's all upset because she can't get her hair right, which I don't blame her, she can't be that slow, because the girl knows when she looks good. So he's freaking out and keeps asking his mom, should I go up there? should I just stay here? how cute! So they go to prom, and since you know you pick tables when you get tickets, they had to to sit alone, but they were alright with that. And where does that leave us? They're happily dating! I'm so excited, I should be hospitalized.
UPDATE!: For all of you wondering about our dear friend jeremy from the previous post, this ones for you, (and you and you) so I had to leave at the point that I ended the post, so I went to work and was telling my dear friend erin about this show, and she was like I've seen that. So I got excited, and asked how it ended. Did our leading man Jeremy get Lashanda to go to the prom with him? Did the annoying girl die from her heart condition that was in her head? I needed to know. I'll save the best for last.
So annoying girl, her life went on, and during awards for seniors I guess she got boo'ed every time she won an award, now thats cohesion amongst a class if I ever saw it. (well at least they were all working together against one girl right?). And then she cried a bit more... boo fucking hoo.
On with the feature presentation... So Jeremy asked this chick Lashanda to prom, and she stuttered as if pondering whether or not to show up at prom with this boy. And then she said 'if my mother allows it'. So I'm thinking this girl is going to turn this kid down, and then show up at prom with the quarter back or something... oh no. So her mom, his mom, and the rest of the family all got together, and her mom was like ok she can go. Turns out Lashanda is a little slow too, so it's a perfect fit! So, Jeremy shows up at Lashanda's house to pick her up and she's all upset because she can't get her hair right, which I don't blame her, she can't be that slow, because the girl knows when she looks good. So he's freaking out and keeps asking his mom, should I go up there? should I just stay here? how cute! So they go to prom, and since you know you pick tables when you get tickets, they had to to sit alone, but they were alright with that. And where does that leave us? They're happily dating! I'm so excited, I should be hospitalized.
That's what I'm doing these days...
So, I'm sitting here, watching TV, and there is this show on MTV, something about senior year of highschool, and seriously this one chick is enough to drive me crazy, she's whining and I want to smack her. So your a senior, and you're trying to decide what school to go to, why does this make you special? why are you on my tv? Seriously.
Ok, so I'm totally ready for school to start. Because lets face it, aside from having to take tests, write papers, do projects, and complete homework, at least you're on a normal schedual. I'm a nerd, I already knew that. But I enjoy having a plan for the week, knowing where I'm going to be, and when. It's an enjoyable thing. However this semesters classes are not looking all that great.
PAUSE! Dude, this show is back on, about the seniors and this kid is talking about senioritis and how it's when you don't come to school you go to frat parties. Frat parties?! In highschool?! And now there is this poor boy on who is a bit slow, but is really smart, he has no social skills, and the poor boy just wants a date to the prom. And he's asking all these people and no one will go with him. I would go with him. I feel bad because he is almost crying. Someone find this boy a date. Please. Ohh, they just showed previews for later on in the show, and it looks like this one chick (who is really, really thinking about it, stuttering and all) might say yes, to our dear friend jeremy, the slow boy. So good luck to him, I hope he gets a date.
So, I'm sitting here, watching TV, and there is this show on MTV, something about senior year of highschool, and seriously this one chick is enough to drive me crazy, she's whining and I want to smack her. So your a senior, and you're trying to decide what school to go to, why does this make you special? why are you on my tv? Seriously.
Ok, so I'm totally ready for school to start. Because lets face it, aside from having to take tests, write papers, do projects, and complete homework, at least you're on a normal schedual. I'm a nerd, I already knew that. But I enjoy having a plan for the week, knowing where I'm going to be, and when. It's an enjoyable thing. However this semesters classes are not looking all that great.
PAUSE! Dude, this show is back on, about the seniors and this kid is talking about senioritis and how it's when you don't come to school you go to frat parties. Frat parties?! In highschool?! And now there is this poor boy on who is a bit slow, but is really smart, he has no social skills, and the poor boy just wants a date to the prom. And he's asking all these people and no one will go with him. I would go with him. I feel bad because he is almost crying. Someone find this boy a date. Please. Ohh, they just showed previews for later on in the show, and it looks like this one chick (who is really, really thinking about it, stuttering and all) might say yes, to our dear friend jeremy, the slow boy. So good luck to him, I hope he gets a date.
A bit too much time on our hands...
And now straight from the 'jr high notes' section of my junk box at my parents house, a little taste of a bored friend...
This is just silly, so enjoy.
Basketball season is over, heat rises off the asphalt in wiggily waves. It's too hot to hoop, looking for something to keep your cardio pump primed? Some summer diversion to maintain your remarkable hand/eye coordination? Gather your over heated teammates together and challenge your roundball rivals to a game of canoe polo.
The game of polo has been around for more than 500 years, canoes even longer. It was only a matter of time before they found each other. With over 75% of the earths surface covered in water there's a lot more canoe polo fields on the planet than basketball courts. Now I know your wondering, how are you going to get that great big horse into a little bitty canoe without tipping over? Well the truth is you don't use horses in Canoe polo, you don't even use canoes.
Canoe polo is played in kayaks. Oh why don't they call it kayak polo? hey I'm a person not an encyclopedia. You're going to need ten kayaks, five for your team, and five for your unsuspecting victims. You'll also need ten doubnle bladed paddles.
No hitting, or splashing with your paddle allowed, that would be a water foul. You'll need a soccer ball, two floating goals, and football helmets work nicely. In addition to the other things, all players must wear buoyancy aids. What arebuoyancy aids? Things that help you float, like life jackets, rubber ducks, hot water bottles, water wings, chubby kid sisters, etc. Once you've got your stuff together, take everything down to a nice calm body of water. Your local swimming hole, the city reservoir, or a very large bucket. If you can't find a big enouhg body of water, use your basement. Just plug up any openings, run a hose down the steps, and crank on the faucet. Then climb into those kayaks and get ready to thrash and splash.
Your mission: To send the soccer ball into your opponent's goal more often than they send it into yours. No stalling allowed. You've got to pass or shoot within five seconds of controlling the ball. official canoe polo matches are composed of twenty minute periods with a three minute half time break. Just enough time to squeegee the water out of your ears with your pinky. So thats it. You've got the basics. Now strap on your kayak, and get ready to dunk.
Someday, I'll share "The game of Skittle" with you... I wish I could remember what drugs we must have been taking at that time.
And now straight from the 'jr high notes' section of my junk box at my parents house, a little taste of a bored friend...
This is just silly, so enjoy.
Basketball season is over, heat rises off the asphalt in wiggily waves. It's too hot to hoop, looking for something to keep your cardio pump primed? Some summer diversion to maintain your remarkable hand/eye coordination? Gather your over heated teammates together and challenge your roundball rivals to a game of canoe polo.
The game of polo has been around for more than 500 years, canoes even longer. It was only a matter of time before they found each other. With over 75% of the earths surface covered in water there's a lot more canoe polo fields on the planet than basketball courts. Now I know your wondering, how are you going to get that great big horse into a little bitty canoe without tipping over? Well the truth is you don't use horses in Canoe polo, you don't even use canoes.
Canoe polo is played in kayaks. Oh why don't they call it kayak polo? hey I'm a person not an encyclopedia. You're going to need ten kayaks, five for your team, and five for your unsuspecting victims. You'll also need ten doubnle bladed paddles.
No hitting, or splashing with your paddle allowed, that would be a water foul. You'll need a soccer ball, two floating goals, and football helmets work nicely. In addition to the other things, all players must wear buoyancy aids. What arebuoyancy aids? Things that help you float, like life jackets, rubber ducks, hot water bottles, water wings, chubby kid sisters, etc. Once you've got your stuff together, take everything down to a nice calm body of water. Your local swimming hole, the city reservoir, or a very large bucket. If you can't find a big enouhg body of water, use your basement. Just plug up any openings, run a hose down the steps, and crank on the faucet. Then climb into those kayaks and get ready to thrash and splash.
Your mission: To send the soccer ball into your opponent's goal more often than they send it into yours. No stalling allowed. You've got to pass or shoot within five seconds of controlling the ball. official canoe polo matches are composed of twenty minute periods with a three minute half time break. Just enough time to squeegee the water out of your ears with your pinky. So thats it. You've got the basics. Now strap on your kayak, and get ready to dunk.
Someday, I'll share "The game of Skittle" with you... I wish I could remember what drugs we must have been taking at that time.
The harder you fall, the higher you bounce.
Todays title has nothing, not a thing to do with todays post... I just enjoy it.
I'm convinced I have west nile, how did I come to this conclusion? Saturday night I was out, at my wonderful friend Kristi's and I had worn jeans, well boys are evil and I ended up in the pond, and in the interest of comfort the jeans were laid aside and after a round of king of the mountain, and jumping off the dock we retreated back to shore with our fun towel skirts, leaving my calves and ankles open to a mosquito all you can eat buffet. The next afternoon I realize I have almost 15 bites covering my lower extremities, while complaining to my mother about the itching she says we'll have to get some bug repellent for you so you don't get west nile.
It was at that point the visions of those horrifying billboards the state of ohio has put up with the godzilla sized mosquito on it that reads "Mosquitos Can Kill" with a disturbing red background that reminds you of the plague flashed before my eyes. I then began to inquire about the symptoms I was sure I was going to be showing in only a matter of
minutes. My mother refuses to tell me, saying only that even if I were to have it, she figured I was young and could handle it. So when I die, I hope I can handle that too. Since I'm young and all.
And so with that knowledge I do while still being of sound mind and body bequeath all of my worldly possessions to my dog, Libby. She knows what to do.
Oh, but I do expect all of you at my funeral.
Todays title has nothing, not a thing to do with todays post... I just enjoy it.
I'm convinced I have west nile, how did I come to this conclusion? Saturday night I was out, at my wonderful friend Kristi's and I had worn jeans, well boys are evil and I ended up in the pond, and in the interest of comfort the jeans were laid aside and after a round of king of the mountain, and jumping off the dock we retreated back to shore with our fun towel skirts, leaving my calves and ankles open to a mosquito all you can eat buffet. The next afternoon I realize I have almost 15 bites covering my lower extremities, while complaining to my mother about the itching she says we'll have to get some bug repellent for you so you don't get west nile.
It was at that point the visions of those horrifying billboards the state of ohio has put up with the godzilla sized mosquito on it that reads "Mosquitos Can Kill" with a disturbing red background that reminds you of the plague flashed before my eyes. I then began to inquire about the symptoms I was sure I was going to be showing in only a matter of
minutes. My mother refuses to tell me, saying only that even if I were to have it, she figured I was young and could handle it. So when I die, I hope I can handle that too. Since I'm young and all.
And so with that knowledge I do while still being of sound mind and body bequeath all of my worldly possessions to my dog, Libby. She knows what to do.
Oh, but I do expect all of you at my funeral.
Just be happy that you made it this far....
Yesterday, someone I used to be friends with said to me 'you have the absolut worst luck of anyone I know'... and I thought to myself... you know I always thought that, but to have someone else say it, out loud, it must be true. Of course she said this after one of the horses I ride ran me over like a fat kid runs over a skinny kid on his way to the ice cream truck, but still it makes you wonder. There I stood with dirt in my eyes, ears, and mouth pondering the fact that I could, indeed have the worst luck of anyone standing on the planet at that moment. Then it occured to me what did I do to deserve such horrible luck... and then I realized, I'm mean, and mean people are not blessed with good luck, unless they are not truly mean, they just think they are. So now I sit here, trying to come up with ways to cure my meanness, all thats happening, I am thinking of things I need to get done today. I am going to hell... in fact I'm pretty sure I'm going to be on the VIP list... oh well, gotta live it up while I can I suppose...until next time...
Yesterday, someone I used to be friends with said to me 'you have the absolut worst luck of anyone I know'... and I thought to myself... you know I always thought that, but to have someone else say it, out loud, it must be true. Of course she said this after one of the horses I ride ran me over like a fat kid runs over a skinny kid on his way to the ice cream truck, but still it makes you wonder. There I stood with dirt in my eyes, ears, and mouth pondering the fact that I could, indeed have the worst luck of anyone standing on the planet at that moment. Then it occured to me what did I do to deserve such horrible luck... and then I realized, I'm mean, and mean people are not blessed with good luck, unless they are not truly mean, they just think they are. So now I sit here, trying to come up with ways to cure my meanness, all thats happening, I am thinking of things I need to get done today. I am going to hell... in fact I'm pretty sure I'm going to be on the VIP list... oh well, gotta live it up while I can I suppose...until next time...
It's a weird world...be yourself at all times
So I'm bored here sitting at my parents house, I have to give riding lessons tonight, and I'm not looking forward to it.
Anyway thats not the reason I've chosen to write today... actually it was because I am bored that I decided to glance around on the internet, and one of those little pop up ads came up for that Match.com thing, so I thought well I've got nothing better to do. So click away I did. And I flipped through some profiles of the eligable boys in town, some were hot, some where not, as expected. Then upon further inspection I noticed that the only chicks who filled out profiles on this website were either a mom, a huge loser, or fat. I feel pretty bad for the guys, although it was somewhat of a confidence booster. And then I thought about the fact that, there I was 3:30 on a monday afternoon, and what am I doing? Looking through profiles on match.com for kicks.... the only difference between them and me... the guys will probably find chicks, the chicks will probably find old men to lust after them, and me? well we all know where I'll be... damn karma...
well I've waisted all the time I can for now, time to torture little children on horses...
So I'm bored here sitting at my parents house, I have to give riding lessons tonight, and I'm not looking forward to it.
Anyway thats not the reason I've chosen to write today... actually it was because I am bored that I decided to glance around on the internet, and one of those little pop up ads came up for that Match.com thing, so I thought well I've got nothing better to do. So click away I did. And I flipped through some profiles of the eligable boys in town, some were hot, some where not, as expected. Then upon further inspection I noticed that the only chicks who filled out profiles on this website were either a mom, a huge loser, or fat. I feel pretty bad for the guys, although it was somewhat of a confidence booster. And then I thought about the fact that, there I was 3:30 on a monday afternoon, and what am I doing? Looking through profiles on match.com for kicks.... the only difference between them and me... the guys will probably find chicks, the chicks will probably find old men to lust after them, and me? well we all know where I'll be... damn karma...
well I've waisted all the time I can for now, time to torture little children on horses...
TOP TEN REASONS TO LIVE IN STERLING
10. the sense of family you get from the 'get togethers' the complex hosts
9. the attractive 'air pond'
8 the HUGE bedrooms
7. the wonderful 'roommate match' program, that matches you up with the BEST roommates you could ever find.
6. the high quality garbage disposals
5. the attractive boy who lives in building one
4. there is always a party somewhere in the complex, no need to worry about a DD
3. they offer a free car denting program, just park near a balcony
2. it's always the fourth of july to the boys who live above you, especially at 2:30am
and the number one reason to live in sterling...
1. you'll feel like you never left the dorms with their 'fire alarm at 4am' fun nights... bring friends they'll enjoy it.
And so it goes...
My bedroom is a disaster at it finest, no joke. I just received a new bed, and now I have no desk, so I have no where to store all of my junk, and let me tell you, I know how to keep a LOT of junk. If I had the time I'm sure I'd fish through it, pick out what I really needed, and get rid of the rest, but instead, I choose to blog. I hate that word. I think it's because it reminds me of the word barf, and i have no clue what the reason for that is, but it does. Speaking of words, I love the word tepid. No reason, I just enjoy it. Lets talk about this book I'm reading, On the Road, Jack Kerouac, I know it's a 'classic' and that I really should enjoy it, but I'm not, and it's killing me. This book has it out for me, I know it does. I started reading it almost a month and a half ago, it never takes me this long to read a book that is only 300 pages long, you'd think I'm LD or something! Maybe I am, but if I am, this book is to blame. First of all, I had a serious discussion with SBHK about this book, and he said he enjoyed it when he read it, but that it isn't an easy read, (no joke killer) so then I mention the fact that everyone who told me to read this book was male, and that quite possibly this is a 'boy book'. He said it's possible (at this point I didn't need reassurance, I was already locked in to the idea). I went on to complain about the main character, and how I wish he would just pick a side of the country and stay on it, I mean seriously who really feels the need to go from NY to Cali, back to NY, and then do it all over again another nine hundred times in ones lifetime? Only my dear friend Sal Paradise, the only thing keeping me interested in this book is this guys name, Paradise, I've now decided I'm going to marry a boy who is british with the last name Paradise, (the boy in the book isn't British I just fully intend to marry British). Seeing as this is about as possible as me waking up next to Steve (aka Scotty B) I've come to accept the fact that I'm going to end up alone, and I'm okay with that, at least today. Who knows, with my luck, or lack there of I'll probably marry some guy who has two first names (you know like Billy Bob, Jim Bo, etc.) we'll live in a double wide, share a car (most likely ghetto blue if she hasn't completely bit it) he'll have 3 children from a previous girlfriend, all of which also have two first names, and he'll work at wal-mart (not that there's anything wrong with that) and I'll work at a truck stop. My boss, Bubba, who is 63, morbidly obese, and who ownes the truck stop, will leave it to me and my love muffin, after he dies suddenly from a miocardial infarction (another of my favorite words), I'll go on to work in the truck stop until I die, with 20 cats, 3 dogs, and 30 grandchildren, living on food stamps (not that there is anything wrong with that). Oh lord, look what I get to look forward too, makes me want to graduate college tomorrow, and get started... but instead, since this has went on way too long, I'm going to let you all sit back and absorb all the knowledge you have just gained from this... until later my fine friends...
10. the sense of family you get from the 'get togethers' the complex hosts
9. the attractive 'air pond'
8 the HUGE bedrooms
7. the wonderful 'roommate match' program, that matches you up with the BEST roommates you could ever find.
6. the high quality garbage disposals
5. the attractive boy who lives in building one
4. there is always a party somewhere in the complex, no need to worry about a DD
3. they offer a free car denting program, just park near a balcony
2. it's always the fourth of july to the boys who live above you, especially at 2:30am
and the number one reason to live in sterling...
1. you'll feel like you never left the dorms with their 'fire alarm at 4am' fun nights... bring friends they'll enjoy it.
And so it goes...
My bedroom is a disaster at it finest, no joke. I just received a new bed, and now I have no desk, so I have no where to store all of my junk, and let me tell you, I know how to keep a LOT of junk. If I had the time I'm sure I'd fish through it, pick out what I really needed, and get rid of the rest, but instead, I choose to blog. I hate that word. I think it's because it reminds me of the word barf, and i have no clue what the reason for that is, but it does. Speaking of words, I love the word tepid. No reason, I just enjoy it. Lets talk about this book I'm reading, On the Road, Jack Kerouac, I know it's a 'classic' and that I really should enjoy it, but I'm not, and it's killing me. This book has it out for me, I know it does. I started reading it almost a month and a half ago, it never takes me this long to read a book that is only 300 pages long, you'd think I'm LD or something! Maybe I am, but if I am, this book is to blame. First of all, I had a serious discussion with SBHK about this book, and he said he enjoyed it when he read it, but that it isn't an easy read, (no joke killer) so then I mention the fact that everyone who told me to read this book was male, and that quite possibly this is a 'boy book'. He said it's possible (at this point I didn't need reassurance, I was already locked in to the idea). I went on to complain about the main character, and how I wish he would just pick a side of the country and stay on it, I mean seriously who really feels the need to go from NY to Cali, back to NY, and then do it all over again another nine hundred times in ones lifetime? Only my dear friend Sal Paradise, the only thing keeping me interested in this book is this guys name, Paradise, I've now decided I'm going to marry a boy who is british with the last name Paradise, (the boy in the book isn't British I just fully intend to marry British). Seeing as this is about as possible as me waking up next to Steve (aka Scotty B) I've come to accept the fact that I'm going to end up alone, and I'm okay with that, at least today. Who knows, with my luck, or lack there of I'll probably marry some guy who has two first names (you know like Billy Bob, Jim Bo, etc.) we'll live in a double wide, share a car (most likely ghetto blue if she hasn't completely bit it) he'll have 3 children from a previous girlfriend, all of which also have two first names, and he'll work at wal-mart (not that there's anything wrong with that) and I'll work at a truck stop. My boss, Bubba, who is 63, morbidly obese, and who ownes the truck stop, will leave it to me and my love muffin, after he dies suddenly from a miocardial infarction (another of my favorite words), I'll go on to work in the truck stop until I die, with 20 cats, 3 dogs, and 30 grandchildren, living on food stamps (not that there is anything wrong with that). Oh lord, look what I get to look forward too, makes me want to graduate college tomorrow, and get started... but instead, since this has went on way too long, I'm going to let you all sit back and absorb all the knowledge you have just gained from this... until later my fine friends...
In Other News
The roommate previously mentioned decided to clean the apartment today... first time since she moved in a year ago, but you know, we should all bow down. She said she just couldn't stand it. So she cleaned for like an hour she said, even though she had a final, and a paper to write (i think i feel a tear coming on). Seriously, we all are busy, but some how, at least me and the beadster find time to clean. Dean doesn't clean, I think it's against her religion or something, because she's been pretty devoted to the whole 'not cleaning' vow she must have taken. I don't know... Mind you I came home, said to myself, oh the apartment looks a little more clean, and then she came home, I'm in my room, (door closed) and I hear "hey, how are you?" I'm assuming someone else is home, and in the living room. Oh no, she's talking to me, what is she psychic? I know she's psycho, but thats just a bit creepy. So she walks into my room, (which I'm in the process of cleaning) doesn't knock, doesn't say 'hey, i'm coming in' she just throws the door opens and invites herself in for tea, then she proceeds to tell me about the whole cleaning thing, which turns into a story of how she went to the bookstore and bought a book, and it cost $90, and that was just completely upsetting to her utopic state of being. Moral of this story, if you have a lock on your bedroom door, use it.
The Daily Dribble
So I really need to look for a new job... I mean it this time too, not like those four thousand other times when I've said it but have done nothing to change the situation. The only problem is I lack motivation, a key ingrediant. Oh well, maybe tomorrow, since now have the day off.
SBHK called me last night, out of the blue. I wanted to know whats going on with him and the bitch (it's pretty sad when I think someone is bitchy), but I'm too nice to ask. Especially since she called me the day after SBHK, our other friend and i hung out, and she seemed like she was in a good mood, but she's a scary witch, and could have been doing a good job of covering up her mood whatever it may have been. So I didn't get any info, damn. Maybe next time you know?
Gotta run it's time for DMB...
SBHK called me last night, out of the blue. I wanted to know whats going on with him and the bitch (it's pretty sad when I think someone is bitchy), but I'm too nice to ask. Especially since she called me the day after SBHK, our other friend and i hung out, and she seemed like she was in a good mood, but she's a scary witch, and could have been doing a good job of covering up her mood whatever it may have been. So I didn't get any info, damn. Maybe next time you know?
Gotta run it's time for DMB...
I finally won! At spider solitare that is. After almost 80 tries, I finally did it. So now what will I do with all of my extra time?
So, I have this one roommate, and if she were even semi-cool, maybe things would be different but, seriously I'm counting down the days until this chick moves out. She's so annoying, and if I find her annoying, thats pretty bad, because I am a pretty annoying person myself. Anyway, (a word I use WAY too often) so this girl does not know how to SHUT UP, I mean you know, if someones door is closed, you don't normally try and carry a conversation with them, now do you? Well this girl thinks that a closed door means I want to talk for hours. Another of her favorite things to do is to ask, What do you think about that? Like if she stubs her toe, or burns her dinner. What do I think of that? I think your an idiot, thats what.
So, I have this one roommate, and if she were even semi-cool, maybe things would be different but, seriously I'm counting down the days until this chick moves out. She's so annoying, and if I find her annoying, thats pretty bad, because I am a pretty annoying person myself. Anyway, (a word I use WAY too often) so this girl does not know how to SHUT UP, I mean you know, if someones door is closed, you don't normally try and carry a conversation with them, now do you? Well this girl thinks that a closed door means I want to talk for hours. Another of her favorite things to do is to ask, What do you think about that? Like if she stubs her toe, or burns her dinner. What do I think of that? I think your an idiot, thats what.
So I love British people, in general. I don't care what they look like, who they are, I just generally think they are the coolest people. Maybe it's because they tend to be bitchy, like me, but I'm afraid I think it's entirely based on their accents. Yes, I know, I'm a sad, sad person but I really think thats what does it to me. The Russian accent irritates me, the Australian accent (and language, they tend to speak their own form of some type of lost before the turn of the century version of the english language that only they understand) befuddles me. But the British, they've got it going on. I always wanted to marry a British person, but now I don't think I could, why? you ask. Because I'd be so jealous of their accent that I couldn't stand it. Thats a lie. Thats another thing I have a problem with, I lie entirely too much. So much so, that sometimes I don't even remember what is the truth.
It's raining outside, and I have a riding lesson today, woo hoo I can't wait to get all yucky and muddy (anyone sense the sarcasim there?). Oh looking out the window just reminded me of something else that I love. Boys who drive red convertables, preferably boys with curly hair. Although I would settle for a sandy blond in a greenish-blue car who lives in building one... I can not believe that I'm still obsessed with that dork, seriously I think I should see someone about this. Last night while playing volleyball some boy joined our game, and somehow we got on the subject of boys names, and I brought up Steve (wonder why) and our new volleyball playing friend said Steve was a bad name, and that (and I quote) "steve always ends up being the choch of the group, they're always like don't be like steve". So where does this leave me? Lusting after a choch. Oh well! Ok, well this went on a bit too long. So I should go now, and get ready to enjoy the rain.
It's raining outside, and I have a riding lesson today, woo hoo I can't wait to get all yucky and muddy (anyone sense the sarcasim there?). Oh looking out the window just reminded me of something else that I love. Boys who drive red convertables, preferably boys with curly hair. Although I would settle for a sandy blond in a greenish-blue car who lives in building one... I can not believe that I'm still obsessed with that dork, seriously I think I should see someone about this. Last night while playing volleyball some boy joined our game, and somehow we got on the subject of boys names, and I brought up Steve (wonder why) and our new volleyball playing friend said Steve was a bad name, and that (and I quote) "steve always ends up being the choch of the group, they're always like don't be like steve". So where does this leave me? Lusting after a choch. Oh well! Ok, well this went on a bit too long. So I should go now, and get ready to enjoy the rain.
