Greetings and Salutations,
A LIST!
1. It smells like burnt meat and fish in here. The meat is being burnt now, the fish is lingering from three nights ago.
2. My number two key on the keyboard is still sticking like hardcore. It's hard to press and so I think I've pressed it and keep on going. This would suck if my computer was just a giant calculator. Which, it kind of is. BUT ENOUGH WITH THE NERD-NESS.
3. I wrote on someone's "wall" on "facebook" today and I ended up sending it with a typo in it. That's so funny because I PROOFREAD EVERYTHING FIFTY FOUR TIMES.
4. Why are there so many walls in cyberspace? It's supposed to be a vast space of information. Not vast wall space of wall. There's like, firewalls. And the facebook wall. And... um.
5. I make exaggerated and rushed conclusions before I actually think them through or add up my supporting evidence.
6. I love pistachios.
7. Daniel just went on a tear, a rant, a heated complaint about how we have a box of "mini popcorn bags." Apparently they are just one person bag 'o corn popped. He said, "I can understand how there's popcorn in the cabinet after going grocery shopping with my mother, but why would she buy mini bags?"
8. I bought a box of mini bags of popcorn the other day by mistake.
9. My cellphone ringtone is the theme song from The Office. And it's great.
10. OBJECTION! I have been playing Phoenix Wright WAY TOO MUCH.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Find The Rant
Greetings and Salutations,
I'm experiencing watermelon burps. WHICH ARE AWESOME. Because I'm eating watermelon. Because it's good. Mmm... We went to Publix tonight and bought some fish and some crab and rice and pees and carrots and it was a nice meal. And watched Cowboy Bebop. I also bought some pistachios and garlic bagel chips (which are the shit).
Do you ever get those painfully horrible bumps right at the opening of your nostrils? I get those sometimes and they suck a lot. I'm always messing with it when I get one because it hurts and I'm pretty much a monkey when it comes to picking at things and I never realize I'm walking around with my finger in my nose. I should just wear a sign that states, "Not picking nose. Fondling bump." Which sounds a whole hell of a lot better. Anyway, I have one now and my finger is all up in there. Relative.
I just ate this entire bowl of seedless watermelon chunks (which they say seedless, but really they have those tiny white ones that never digest properly and they're just as bad as the big, black seeds. Also fruitologists (that's bullshit) are breeding nearly every fruit that has seeds to become seedless, but the rub is that those seedless fruits go and fuck a fruit with seeds and those fruits have an unwanted little seedless fruit baby. They are breeding bananas and watermelons out of existence). I'm going to be so mad at myself when I get up to go pee fifty times in the middle of the night tonight.
I have an interview tomorrow at Farmers Insurance. Eh, I don't really know where I'm at on the job front. I change jobs like I change my underwear.... about once a month or so.
Good News: I finished my freaking research paper and turned it in today. I'm pretty confident about it; in fact, I was confident enough with it two weeks ago. Cocky cocky cocky.
Which reminds me of the college I went to before I transfered to UA. Jacksonville State. "The Home of the Fighting Gamecocks!" Wish I was joking. They of course played it up too. All of the school shirts said Cocky. Or some falic joke.
My keys are sticking for some reason. Especially my 2 and enter key. Damn it.
Sincerely.
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I'm experiencing watermelon burps. WHICH ARE AWESOME. Because I'm eating watermelon. Because it's good. Mmm... We went to Publix tonight and bought some fish and some crab and rice and pees and carrots and it was a nice meal. And watched Cowboy Bebop. I also bought some pistachios and garlic bagel chips (which are the shit).
Do you ever get those painfully horrible bumps right at the opening of your nostrils? I get those sometimes and they suck a lot. I'm always messing with it when I get one because it hurts and I'm pretty much a monkey when it comes to picking at things and I never realize I'm walking around with my finger in my nose. I should just wear a sign that states, "Not picking nose. Fondling bump." Which sounds a whole hell of a lot better. Anyway, I have one now and my finger is all up in there. Relative.
I just ate this entire bowl of seedless watermelon chunks (which they say seedless, but really they have those tiny white ones that never digest properly and they're just as bad as the big, black seeds. Also fruitologists (that's bullshit) are breeding nearly every fruit that has seeds to become seedless, but the rub is that those seedless fruits go and fuck a fruit with seeds and those fruits have an unwanted little seedless fruit baby. They are breeding bananas and watermelons out of existence). I'm going to be so mad at myself when I get up to go pee fifty times in the middle of the night tonight.
I have an interview tomorrow at Farmers Insurance. Eh, I don't really know where I'm at on the job front. I change jobs like I change my underwear.... about once a month or so.
Good News: I finished my freaking research paper and turned it in today. I'm pretty confident about it; in fact, I was confident enough with it two weeks ago. Cocky cocky cocky.
Which reminds me of the college I went to before I transfered to UA. Jacksonville State. "The Home of the Fighting Gamecocks!" Wish I was joking. They of course played it up too. All of the school shirts said Cocky. Or some falic joke.
My keys are sticking for some reason. Especially my 2 and enter key. Damn it.
Sincerely.
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Sugar Spell It Out
When I was eight, I was sure I was growing nerves,
Like steel in my palm.
Make a map of what you see,
Direct pain effectively.
I was eight, I was sure I was growing pains,
Like lead in my feet.
S.o.S to my mother,
Take the hinges off the door.
Oh, Oh, sugar spell it out.
Like O, like H in your gut.
Like O, like H in your gut
When I was four plus a ten I was swinging fists,
Like nails in a board.
Pull your hands inside of you,
Six years till I'll be through.
I was four plus a ten, I was swinging back,
Like a race to be sure.
S.o.S to my mother,
Take the hinges off the door. (S.o.S)
S.o.S to my mother,
Take the hinges off the door. (S.o.S)
Oh, Oh, sugar spell it out.
Like Oh, Oh, sugar spell it out.
Like steel in my palm.
Make a map of what you see,
Direct pain effectively.
I was eight, I was sure I was growing pains,
Like lead in my feet.
S.o.S to my mother,
Take the hinges off the door.
Oh, Oh, sugar spell it out.
Like O, like H in your gut.
Like O, like H in your gut
When I was four plus a ten I was swinging fists,
Like nails in a board.
Pull your hands inside of you,
Six years till I'll be through.
I was four plus a ten, I was swinging back,
Like a race to be sure.
S.o.S to my mother,
Take the hinges off the door. (S.o.S)
S.o.S to my mother,
Take the hinges off the door. (S.o.S)
Oh, Oh, sugar spell it out.
Like Oh, Oh, sugar spell it out.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Mhhhhhyarh
Greetings and Salutations,
I have an interview tomorrow with Statefarm. Huzzah.
I have a killer headache/migraine/bullshit pain going on right now. I want to remove my damn head. And that's usually like, not good for like, uh, the body and head movement and what not. This makes me not want to clean. And we've been super cleaning the apartment for A-Day. Ah, shit.
Daniel's been doing a lot of drawing and doodling here. Very, very good crap.
Oh and scrapbook junk here so far.
Sincerely.
I have an interview tomorrow with Statefarm. Huzzah.
I have a killer headache/migraine/bullshit pain going on right now. I want to remove my damn head. And that's usually like, not good for like, uh, the body and head movement and what not. This makes me not want to clean. And we've been super cleaning the apartment for A-Day. Ah, shit.
Daniel's been doing a lot of drawing and doodling here. Very, very good crap.
Oh and scrapbook junk here so far.
Sincerely.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Bomb 'O Sacks And Lots Of Caps
Greetings and Salutations,
It's 4:40am. DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR HAMMER IS?
Can I borrow it? To put my lights out? That'd be great, yeah. Thanks. Daniel and I are both up, which is rare. Well, occasionally. So...MEDIUM RARE.
I HAVE DRIED ACNE MEDICINE ON MY FACE BECAUSE I HAVE BUMPS NOW ON MY FACE FOR SOME REASON. YAY.
New information coming in: Apparently lack of sleep causes the use of CAPS LOCK to rise exponentially.
He got me a scrapbook thing recently. I've been on a shadowbox kick. Hah. Box. Kick. LIKE IT'S A SPORT. And so he brought home another crafty thing for me to do, because I don't have hobbies. BUT NOW I DO. I will put up some pictures of my random shit soon. Most of the pages so far look like how my brain operates. It's hardcore. I spelled operates with two p's. DAMN.
A-Day is Saturday. Which means about 20,000 drunken, crazed fans at our back door all weekend long. Including both mine and Daniel's families. Oh yay. AH, SMELL THAT SCRIMMAGE? MMM...NACHO CHEESE AND SWEATY PEOPLE. You can't really beat that smell. Out of your clothes. With a sack of bombs.
Sincerely.
It's 4:40am. DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR HAMMER IS?
Can I borrow it? To put my lights out? That'd be great, yeah. Thanks. Daniel and I are both up, which is rare. Well, occasionally. So...MEDIUM RARE.
I HAVE DRIED ACNE MEDICINE ON MY FACE BECAUSE I HAVE BUMPS NOW ON MY FACE FOR SOME REASON. YAY.
New information coming in: Apparently lack of sleep causes the use of CAPS LOCK to rise exponentially.
He got me a scrapbook thing recently. I've been on a shadowbox kick. Hah. Box. Kick. LIKE IT'S A SPORT. And so he brought home another crafty thing for me to do, because I don't have hobbies. BUT NOW I DO. I will put up some pictures of my random shit soon. Most of the pages so far look like how my brain operates. It's hardcore. I spelled operates with two p's. DAMN.
A-Day is Saturday. Which means about 20,000 drunken, crazed fans at our back door all weekend long. Including both mine and Daniel's families. Oh yay. AH, SMELL THAT SCRIMMAGE? MMM...NACHO CHEESE AND SWEATY PEOPLE. You can't really beat that smell. Out of your clothes. With a sack of bombs.
Sincerely.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Scary German Lady
Greetings and Salutations,
Okay so, I'm doing a research paper. Actually, no. Let me tell you. My teacher so far has assigned us to do the following:
1. Annotated Bibliography. (okay, I'll accept that. It's important)
2. Research Question. (Um, so I'm writing a one page paper about the question I'm asking?)
3. Research Proposal. (I am writing a three page paper about writing a paper by this point)
4. Abstract. (To state what I'm writing about and still not writing it)
5. Second Research Proposal. (WHAT? IS THIS EVEN REAL? 4 PAGES ABOUT WRITING A PAPER ABOUT WRITING A PAPER? SHE MADE THIS SHIT UP)
I kind of actually want to just fucking write the paper.
Sincerely.
Okay so, I'm doing a research paper. Actually, no. Let me tell you. My teacher so far has assigned us to do the following:
1. Annotated Bibliography. (okay, I'll accept that. It's important)
2. Research Question. (Um, so I'm writing a one page paper about the question I'm asking?)
3. Research Proposal. (I am writing a three page paper about writing a paper by this point)
4. Abstract. (To state what I'm writing about and still not writing it)
5. Second Research Proposal. (WHAT? IS THIS EVEN REAL? 4 PAGES ABOUT WRITING A PAPER ABOUT WRITING A PAPER? SHE MADE THIS SHIT UP)
I kind of actually want to just fucking write the paper.
Sincerely.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Bottling Things Up, You Say? Inconceivable!
Greetings and Sadutations,
So, this isn't a happy post. I wait till I get all the crappy things that can possibly happen gathered up in my arms till I can't hardly hold them anymore. And then I let go and ramble for far too long in my blog I'm sure no one really cares about.
I worked for Allstate for nearly a month. And there's that. It was such a great job. My boss was laid back and fun and I really loved all the girls I worked with. I went into the job understanding that it was a possibility it was only temporary (due to the head branch pushing for my boss to fill his quota or else *do that thing where I run my finger threateningly across my throat signifying that I like your necklace. No, I mean, I CUT YOU MAN! Yeah*) but my boss and another girl that worked there that I really like both kept telling me "Oh no, I'm sure we'll be fine. He's made a lot of sales!" LIES. But I got used to being there and started letting myself think this was a finality. First of this month they closed his agency and ta-da! I have no job! But I've been calling around and a few other insurance agencies like me. We'll see.
Cheryl and I are getting closer. My boyfriend's mom. This isn't really a BAD thing at all. Just makes me miss my mom. We talked extensively the last couple weekends and she feels like I do. That it would be nice if we got closer. I love her, I really do, I just haven't gotten comfortable enough with her yet. It's been like a year though. She said, "I realize Daniel isn't perfect and even though he's my son I want you to know if you ever want to come to me when you get pissed off at him, be my guest." Hahahhh...I kind of like that. A lot. She also has started trying to talk to me about sex and how it's okay if I want to ask her anything or talk about it. And then my heart stops pumping blood because it's all in my face.
I'm worried a little bit about my stupid health. It's just on my mind a lot. BUT I CAN DO THINGS ABOUT IT! I hope.
I'm so mad at myself that I fell in love with someone before I met Daniel. If I could've just waited on him things would be so much better for my mind and heart right now. Of course the guy and the relationship ended in a serious wreck, but we somehow managed to be friends out of it. But seriously, this guy was my world for nearly a year. He was all I thought about and all I really wanted. But our lives were so god damn wrong together. It was a lot like trying to make one puzzle out of two. I crammed those pieces in and tried so hard to make them fit right. I still think about him and worry about him and somewhere swishing around inside I still have some kind of love for him. In a way, in my mind, it feels like somehow I cheated on Daniel with this guy. Like if I had only seen what was coming I would've blocked this guy out completely. But I know. That's stupid and doesn't make sense. ANYWAY. The point is in some drunk rambly email he let me know he wants me back. ha ha ha.. ha ... ha? Ugh. Asshole.
I worry about Daniel and I find myself praying about him constantly. I don't even know what I'm praying at. I just want him to be okay and feel better and take some time to care for himself. Love 'em sammich. He's been through a whole hell of a lot and he deserves better. HEY, LOOK HERE, HE DESERVES ME!
MENDA-NATOR TO THE RESCUE-NATOR!
Maybe just a hug will do for now.
Sincerely.
So, this isn't a happy post. I wait till I get all the crappy things that can possibly happen gathered up in my arms till I can't hardly hold them anymore. And then I let go and ramble for far too long in my blog I'm sure no one really cares about.
I worked for Allstate for nearly a month. And there's that. It was such a great job. My boss was laid back and fun and I really loved all the girls I worked with. I went into the job understanding that it was a possibility it was only temporary (due to the head branch pushing for my boss to fill his quota or else *do that thing where I run my finger threateningly across my throat signifying that I like your necklace. No, I mean, I CUT YOU MAN! Yeah*) but my boss and another girl that worked there that I really like both kept telling me "Oh no, I'm sure we'll be fine. He's made a lot of sales!" LIES. But I got used to being there and started letting myself think this was a finality. First of this month they closed his agency and ta-da! I have no job! But I've been calling around and a few other insurance agencies like me. We'll see.
Cheryl and I are getting closer. My boyfriend's mom. This isn't really a BAD thing at all. Just makes me miss my mom. We talked extensively the last couple weekends and she feels like I do. That it would be nice if we got closer. I love her, I really do, I just haven't gotten comfortable enough with her yet. It's been like a year though. She said, "I realize Daniel isn't perfect and even though he's my son I want you to know if you ever want to come to me when you get pissed off at him, be my guest." Hahahhh...I kind of like that. A lot. She also has started trying to talk to me about sex and how it's okay if I want to ask her anything or talk about it. And then my heart stops pumping blood because it's all in my face.
I'm worried a little bit about my stupid health. It's just on my mind a lot. BUT I CAN DO THINGS ABOUT IT! I hope.
I'm so mad at myself that I fell in love with someone before I met Daniel. If I could've just waited on him things would be so much better for my mind and heart right now. Of course the guy and the relationship ended in a serious wreck, but we somehow managed to be friends out of it. But seriously, this guy was my world for nearly a year. He was all I thought about and all I really wanted. But our lives were so god damn wrong together. It was a lot like trying to make one puzzle out of two. I crammed those pieces in and tried so hard to make them fit right. I still think about him and worry about him and somewhere swishing around inside I still have some kind of love for him. In a way, in my mind, it feels like somehow I cheated on Daniel with this guy. Like if I had only seen what was coming I would've blocked this guy out completely. But I know. That's stupid and doesn't make sense. ANYWAY. The point is in some drunk rambly email he let me know he wants me back. ha ha ha.. ha ... ha? Ugh. Asshole.
I worry about Daniel and I find myself praying about him constantly. I don't even know what I'm praying at. I just want him to be okay and feel better and take some time to care for himself. Love 'em sammich. He's been through a whole hell of a lot and he deserves better. HEY, LOOK HERE, HE DESERVES ME!
MENDA-NATOR TO THE RESCUE-NATOR!
Maybe just a hug will do for now.
Sincerely.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
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