Thursday, October 31, 2002
Oh, and I did read a good Halloween joke today (and by "good" I mean I didn't groan as loudly this time...).
I will credit the teller once I find that post again. In the meantime:
Q: Do monsters eat popcorn with their fingers?
A: No, they eat their fingers separately.
Lots to tell. Very little to say.
My internet has been down at home and my dad's computer will be taking mine's place at the cable modem anyway... we shall see. Perhaps the boy can talk him into a network...
Perhaps I can talk myself into taking some medicine so I can shake whatever this is off. Also, I think I'll be dating the cranberry juice again. Damn body.
Wednesday, October 30, 2002
Monday, October 28, 2002
Johnny Cash's version of Personal Jesus (on this
album) is downright frightful.
Man, I'd almost watch The Shining
again just to un-scare myself.*
*Please note: this movie scares the living shit out of me.
Saturday, October 26, 2002
As of tomorrow, I'll be camping. If you need me, you'd better drop me a line before noonish or else it'll have to wait until Sunday afternoon...
Since I know you'll ask:
1. Yes, I'll be safe.
2. Up north of Phoenix.
3. Yes, he's very cute, very nice and cooks a mean dinner.
4. I purchased many a board game, and packed cocoa too.
5. No, I won't tell you any more about him until we've passed the "jinxing" period.
6. I've brushed up on my ghost stories and my campfire songs. He's in for a treat.
I have been dying
to go camping since I moved here, and he likes that sort of thing, so this will be a great time. Unfortunately they are saying it will be in the 30s and possibly rainy, but we both really need a getaway, as miserable as the weather may be. Good thing I'm from Wisconsin. I have enough sweaters to choke a horse...
Thursday, October 24, 2002
This site is so tempermental. Sometimes it will load the sidebar, sometimes not...
We all need a handful of great friends. People who make you more wonderful than you ever imagined.
Thank you for upping my wonderful.
Wednesday, October 23, 2002
I was just thinking about the fact that the last 4 guys I have dated have all had their ears pierced. None of them had them stretched, mind you, because that gives me the willies.... just pierced. Little hoops in each ear are really attractive to me. I suppose it is the fact that I've got a wicked ear fetish, and I think that pierced ears on men are just very sexy.
It's odd, though, that my three favorite body parts do not include ears. Here they are, in no particular order:
I think I might be sick.
I say this because I am up to the chin in school-work, outside projects and general house duties, and I'm actually enjoying
it. I've been productive most of the morning into the afternoon, and after a bit of a break, I'm going to jump right back in. Perhaps someone should call the institution and tell them I'm on my way...
Monday, October 21, 2002
doo bee doo.doodoo bee doo.
i've got homework, and a spot of the flu.
i wish i'd written a decent haiku
but i just don't have the rhythm.
Yeah, it's a really strange day and I'm listening to a Smith's album.
Oh, and if you don't know the simple rules of drive-thru etiquite then you will
get the finger. Cross my heart.
You know, for a smart girl I sure can be an idiot sometimes...
2 days ago:
"Man, my nose is all sniffly..."
"Either my allergies hate me, or I'm definately coming down with something."
"aarrgh. I can't breathe. Good thing I've had these windows open for the past 3 days letting the fresh air in."
Go on, smack me in the back of the head. I know you want to.
Sunday, October 20, 2002
I'm plugged up tighter than Baby Jessica in that well.
G'damn grilled cheese.
This morning, he said:
"I'm so hungry, I could eat the ass out of a running bear."
Saturday, October 19, 2002
Does anyone in the Phoenix area know how to fix digital cameras? The display screen (not the one that shows the images) has slipped down rendering most of the adjustment buttons useless. We tried to open it to see if it just needed to be slid back up, but I dont have an eyeglass repair kit (the kind with the teeny screwdriver). If anyone has any suggestions, or is handy like that, please let me know.
Friday, October 18, 2002
I know, I know. I promised to post some homework. If you want to see Excel spreadsheets, I've got those. I've been spending too long on them, it seems.
Sometimes I hate being a perfectionist.
is why I should have cats.
Ok, back to spreadsheet-making. Woo!
Ok, this Beyond show is a bunch of crap. Psychic my ass. This guy is totally guessing.
Today is so beautiful, I'm buying myself some daisies.
I can't get this cheesy grin off my face. I've even tried frowning, but that doesn't last long.
Thursday, October 17, 2002
Note to self:
When directing the parental unit known as "mutti" to your website for reasons of gifting, make certain you clear up any 4-letter words and instances where you played hookie to do your schoolwork.
(Thank God I didn't mention the midgets, the donkeys, or the hooker...)
Because I haven't posted enough here today, I wanted to let everyone know about a great show this Saturday at Mill Ave Beer Company. My pals Leos Invention
will be there with Twig
and Reel. My boys are spectacular, and from the sound of it, I'm destined to be a hard-core Twig fan too. Cover usually isn't more than a couple bucks, and it's guaranteed to be a damn fine time. Show starts at 9 p.m. If you need directions, let me know.
gah. Anyone have a little cd boombox that they want to ditch to some needy girl? The one we have here skips like a little girl at a hopscotch tournament.
must. have. music. for. homework...
(was actually doing really well. pounding out storyboards like nobody's biness...)
Ok, in order to force myself to be productive, either this evening or tomorrow I will put up some of my work here. By promising this, it will guilt me into not fucking off the day. heh. I'm such a lazy-ass sometimes.
1. Witnessed TWO elderly people run red lights. No, they didn't just keep going, they were actually stopped, and then just randomly pulled out and crossed the intersection. This happened twice, at two separate intersections.
2. Found out about the whole meet-up fiasco. I still find it amusing.
3. Apparantly I have to tell my doctor next time to use "the longer one".
4. Rocking out in front of complete strangers is pretty cool. Rocking out in front of one of your friends in public and having them say "yeah, I saw you rocking out", isn't.
5. That Vines cd kicks serious ass. So much that I was seen rocking out.
6. Certain people are far too cute for their own good. I myself am a big fan of "the cute".
7. I really should go to class, as it's a portfolio class, but on further inspection, I don't have anything to take. Perhaps I will stay home and MAKE things for it. Tonight, then, I can email it all to my prof to show what I've got... yeah - that's a plan.
8. I really enjoy making lists.
heh. It looks like all of us
who "got together for the meetup" were all there, we just never actually met. Bandersnatch isn't even that big...
Wednesday, October 16, 2002
Check out Orson Welles and Anna Nicole. Goddamn.
My Big Fat Greek Wedding
was a great movie. It was funny, witty and just plain cute. Down the road (waaaaaaayyyyy down the road), I still think I may get married. I mean, I am a firm believer that you don't have to be married, but after seeing this, I think I want to be "wife" and have someone be "husband". (No mom, I did NOT say right now. Hold your horses, I don't want to be married right now. Yes,yes, grandchildren-smandchildren...) I do believe I have these breeders hips for a reason, although it doesn't bother me that I'll be well into my thirtees before I start breeding. Seriously - when was the last time I was more of a grown-up than a child anyway? I'm in absolutely no hurry. I mean, hell, I keep killing my houseplants. Lord knows what I'd do to a husband...
Yow - a bit of a tangent.
The movie was great, though. Definately go see it.
Tuesday, October 15, 2002
I'm still bitter about that one karyn chick (and no, I'm not going to link her because she's a moron who blew all of her money and expects the world to dig her out)... anyway, I digress... I'm still bitter for the sole fact that she is barely putting any money in (if you do go there, check out the weekly debt tally) while people THROW money at her. Yes, THROW! Yet, all the while people like Ani
could use a buck or two to help with things. So, in conclusion and furthermore, Ani deserves your money if you are itching to give it out, and that one karyn girl is just facing reality.
That's my two bits.
Monday, October 14, 2002
Yes you stupid asshole in the middle of the near-empty restaurant.
The one who is a posterchild for social ineptitude. You do not need to recieve 15+ phone calls on your cell phone when it is obviously not for business. Talking that loudly does not make matters any better. And certainly actually listening to EACH AND EVERY RING SELECTION multiple
times is not going to make you any more likeable. I'm not certain which was worse: the fact that you actually chose the most annoying, screeching ring on the planet, or that I had to repeatedly listen to this new choice a good 6 or 7 consecutive times as your phone rang but apparantly noone was there.
You were actually such a fuck that I had to get up and LEAVE the restaurant because I was actually ROLLING MY EYES at you. Yes I was!
Worst part is: I was only there for 20 minutes.
Sunday, October 13, 2002
Well, if it's any consolation to my shitty-mooded-ness, I just recieved an email from one Michael Hunt
It's weird how I can go from 0 to 60 in 3.5 seconds. Not twenty minutes ago I was all smiles. Now as I sit here, my stomach in knots and my head a mess, I can't figure out how I can be so crabby. I should probably just plug my ears and shut my eyes and turn off my thoughts for the evening.
Oh well, whatever, nevermind.
Sometimes I think I have all the answers, but then I find out I don't know a goddamn thing...
Saturday, October 12, 2002
A little late but...
is the coolest fiance ever. Hah. Reminds me of that Friends episode where Joey was "the copy repairman". Hah!
(I do want to add that the sarcasm and sass will continue. That will never change.)
I don't remember ever being happier than I am at this moment. My heart races; my eyes shine. Things in my life are, frankly, perfect. I've spent so much of my life putting on a pretty smile for the world while inside I felt like I was slowly suffocating. Don't get me wrong, I'm usually pretty happy, just empty. Suddenly my entire life makes sense. All the hurt and sadness and loneliness has brought me here, to this moment, and I'm relishing the fact that they have stopped winning. I feel so free, so alive. Things just MAKE SENSE now. In all of my moments of pure happiness in my life, this is going to be the best of them all. All those times I cried were for now. All those times I screamed and yelled and felt like the world was a chasm that was closing up on me, dragging me down, were for now. All of those times where I was surrounded by people yet completely and totally alone... I remember all of those times, but now it's like it happened to someone else. It's like watching a movie about my life, and then turning it off and getting back to this fantastic reality.
Bear with me while these pages go from sheer whining and misery to so much saccharine that you will all gag from the sugar content.
Yes, my life is now the equivalent of pixie sticks. Whether you choose to snort them or deny them is entirely is your decision. Pass me the tooter.
Thursday, October 10, 2002
Stress, stress, stress, stress, stress, stress, stress, and the quarter has only just begun...
Thank sweet god that I'll be unemployed in a week.
Two boob references
in just one evening. I love this whole "internet thing".
Wednesday, October 09, 2002
December 16th, Tori
is coming to Tempe. Not only is that two days after my birthday, but the last time I saw her, it was one of the most amazing shows I've ever been to. If anyone hears of early ticket sales or anything, pleasepleaseplease let me know. I have to go. Yes, I'm dragging you with me.
Oh, and Howie Day
is opening for her. Yeah, I'm doubly going now.
Awwwwww. I'm feelin' all schmoopy.
Man, I'm a cheesy dork.
Sunday, October 06, 2002
I cant watch it
I am afraid to get old. My grandfather, a strong man of body and mind, slipped away from us in the most horrible fashion. He slowly forgot. I remember him in fits of rage, yet he would soften and begin to sing "Katie" when my sister walked into the room. I remember the day he forgot who my father was. My dad walked in, and my grandfather looked right past him. My dad turned, and trying to remain the strong rolemodel to my sister and I, cried invisible tears. We used to go up and visit him in the home, every weekend, and we would have scrambled eggs and toast and try not to run in the halls. I remember not understanding. I remember seeing him in his chair, curved spine and sunken eyes; a man who once had a jolly smile and bright eyes was now foreign to even me. He died slowly, and much of us died with him. My grandmother remained strong for a long time, but we all knew that once she was left to just her sisters and herself, it would not take long. She passed away in December, a year or two back. I never could go see her but once, something I will never truly forgive myself for. It was too painful, knowing that the same fate that had stolen my grandfather now was stealing her too. I wanted to be there, for my father, for my sister, for her. I couldn't. I was afraid. I'm still afraid. Watching a person's body shut down slowly, first the mind, then the muscles, then the life-giving elements... something noone should have to see. My father is pretty destined to suffer the same fate. It is a genetic thing, yet women are recessive carriers. Unfortunately it was a dominant feature in both of his parents, which puts the odds against him, and me. I sit here, watching this, seeing how exact it is. Seeing it as I saw it then, but now with the foresight to know how it ends.
Saturday, October 05, 2002
I'm much better now.
Usually all it takes is a good rant, a beer, and a couple deep breaths to get me back to goofy again. Thanks for letting me rant - I owe you one.
Oh, and for the record: yes, I do take those sorts of things personally.
Nothing pisses me off more than finding out that those who I thought were my friends are nothing but a bunch of unsympathetic, backstabbing assholes. (No, this doesn't apply to you, you or you. These shitheads are people I work with.)
I put in my two week notice at the video hell today, for completely unrelated reasons (ie- taking some time off to focus on school and my art). However, finding this out, straight from the horse's mouth, I am very tempted to just flip them the bird and tell them where they can stick it.
For those of you who want to fuck with me, you now know what pushes my buttons. Have at it, I'll come out swingin'.
Thursday, October 03, 2002
I have always thought that Kevin Spacey had this crazy sex appeal. Now, I go and read this:
"Discussing occasional misconceptions by women that he is gay: "For them it's a challenge. They want to be the one to turn me around. I let them."."
Good lord. You men really know how to make a woman squirm.
Yow. Blogger keeps eating this. Maybe now is the time to switch to MT...
Tuesday, October 01, 2002
Someone lied and told Mandy Moore that she could act back in high school, and now the girl is thinking she should do movies. Sure, she has a voice on her (although I cannot stand her music), but she's a horrible
actress and even worse at lipsyncing her own songs.
Man. I kept rooting for her to just die already so I could watch the cutie. How evil am I?