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.
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!
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.
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.
