Hypocrite.

curious smoke stack
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It's funny how quickly your perspectives change. Like when I first moved to Charlotte, people would talk about "traffic" and I would give them a knowing eye-roll and say "Yeah, you don't know what traffic is you! you! unbelievable traffic not knower!"

Because I enjoy being rude and obnoxious, apparently. Also, very quick on my feet with the name calling.

A month and a half has now passed and I have found myself umm "chilling out," as they say, when it comes to aggression and anger while driving. This became apparent earlier this week, Sunday, when I was driving up here for work. Traffic wasn't bad, people were following the rules of the road, and it was a gorgeous day. Then I passed King's Dominion and people got all STUPID for no apparent reason.

People started breaking hard for no reason--or ok MAYBE there was a cop on the side of the road tagging someone for speeding, but why do we all have to stop and look? Never seen somebody get a ticket? Here's what you do. Get on 95 and go like 120 MPH. I'll bet you will see someone get a ticket then.

and the weaving. Really? Don't you get tired of jockeying for position only to be foiled by somebody driving slow, or as the old folks call it--THE SPEED LIMIT.

Anyway, so it was weird to me to see people change how they drove once we got into this area.

The picture here was taken on my way to work... Traffic... at 0615. (It's Traffic with a capitol "T" because it's ridiculous and therefore requires it.)

That's 6:15 in the A-M. Now, previously, this would have been a normal thing. But I found myself responding to a comment a friend left on this photo and I actually typed "God. I hate this place."

A year ago, I was all "wheeeeeeeeeeee! I love this area!" and "Traffic?! psssssssssssh. dont be a wussy. Leave earlier. It's just how it is. Buck up soldier!"

When I took this picture, I had just said to myself "ARE YOU FRIGGIN KIDDING ME?!?!"

"Friggin." Cuz I am trying not to cuss so much. I'm told that Lady's don't cuss. I'd like to know when this shit happen cuz all the fucking lady's I know cuss god damnit.

oops.

Anyway, so now, I am not only a lazy person with unusually small feet and lack of any kind of willpower or sense of direction who cusses like a sailor, I am also a hypocrite. *bow*

It's good to be self-aware in this day and age, no?

Also. No idea what that smoke stack is about. Wonder what was on fire in the hood?

Because I'm amused easily

Because I'm amused easily
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Avast Ye Mateys!!!!

Hey, let' have another blog post today about Talk Like A Pirate Day! Ok? OK!

and speaking of which, Merry Talk Like A Pirate Day, Survy Dog!

or... something.

Flickr has "Arrrr!" as a language setting, and it's entertainment for days, people. DAYS I tells ya. Or you know... for me anyway.

Exhibit A: Yeah I dunno if this is gonna put the photo above or below or uhh what. Flickr Blogging is hard :(

[Edited to Add: Oh fancy, its to the side all floating. Flickr is all kinds of cool.]

So yeah, anyway. Beware the sea's scourge, ya'll.

where she makes ANOTHER friggin declaration...

Monday, after work, BF and I went over to the local YMCA and signed our unhealthy butts up for some gooey gym goodness.

It's now thursday, and neither of us have gone yet, cuz that is how we roll.

We rule like that.

Ever since I can remember, running has been a negative in my life. Athletics in general, but running specifically. I never was very good at it. Always the last one in on mile running day AFTER the fat kid. Then I was the fat kid and then... oh nevermind. you get it.

I joined band in middle school to get out of gym so I wouldnt have to run. But, turns out. We still had gym... with our band mates!

SUPER!

THEN I joined pep squad in high school to get out of gym but those bitches made us run too. And then it turned out that you only get a half credit for pep squad a year and they require 1.5 credits of gym for graduation. So my ass was in gym. AFTER ALL THAT. I STILL. ENDED UP IN GYM.

ahem.


Anyway, sometime in college I started having this dream. Where I was running around a track and in the middle of the track was like a park where all the people that I've known in my lifetime were there waving to me, cheering me on (either that or laughing, who the hell knows for sure). After having this dream for two months straight, I thought "HEY! MAYBE I SHOULD RUN OR SOMETHING!"

CUZ. AM BRILLIANT GENIUS.

so I got a treadmill for christmas. and ran/walked for 2 weeks and then stopped.

and that was that.

cuz, you know, im all about sticking to something. *cough*

ANYWAY. So a friend of mine is starting up this running thing and now im all gun-ho about it. Because I am apparently easily motivated by others actions...this is not a bad thing. SO GUESS WHO IS GONNA START RUNNING!!!!

Don't think I can't hear you laughing!!!

So like tomorrow morning, if BF doesnt turn off the alarm. My ass will be in the gym DYING on a treadmill. And I will do so for many days to come.

I so decree.

(CAN STILL HEAR YOU SNICKERING YOU POOPS!)

On gettin' hitched...

K... how many people went "omg! nfw! wtf!"

cuz omg,wtf nfw. Pigs aren't flying yet.

nonono K & J! They is married!

Congratulations you guys :) It was all so beautiful. Hope you are enjoying your honeymoon. Call me when you get back and tell me all about it pls/thx.

Love you guys :P

Da Plane Boss! Da Plane!

Ever since I was ... I dunno... 15, I have wanted a tattoo.

I almost got one when I was 18. I was a freshman in college. My best friend at the time, and roommate finally grew a pair and decided she wanted to be original! and get a tattoo!

Of a Rose!

On her ankle!

GENIUS!

I was totally gonna get one too, in the exact same place (omg! twinkies!) but I apparently had not grown a pair just yet and accidentally on purpose left my ID back in our room.

oopsy.

So like, I dunno, 2 years later I was at Virginia tech and I decided I wanted an earring in my cartilage at the top of my ear. So I could be different, JUST LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE. and I went back and forth with it. never really having the courage to go and partly cuz i had no friggin clue WHERE to go to get such a thing done. I had heard that the gun hurt far worse so like Claire's Boutique was totally out.

Bummer.

So, a friend of mine, heard about this and draaaaaaaagged me to some tattoo place in downtown blacksburg. I was so nervous about the whole earring thing that I didn't even notice it was a tattoo place. The dude that pieced my ear had everything you could possibly imagine pierced, arms covered in tattoos, etc. He was way hardcore, and made me feel very intimidated.

Anyway, so after the worst noise I have ever heard in my entire life happened. I had a brand new earring in my ear.

Pop! Ew! Voila!

I was told that I wouldn't be able to sleep on that side of my head for quite some time, but I apparently heal quickly or some crap because I never had any issue. I've heard since that some people STILL cant sleep on whatever side they have that earring on, but not me. Cuz I rule and stuff. *prance*

I had a point.... what was it....

Oh! so! I have decided that I want to get a tattoo to commemorate the aging of my body. I mentioned it to my parents when I was staying with them after the moves. My dad scrunched up his nose disapprovingly. My mother said "oh a small one? on your foot? that wouldn't be so bad"

...


I stood there with my jaw on the floor for 2038420382340 minutes because hello. who are you and what have you done with my ridiculously traditional catholic mother.

Part of the reason I never got a tattoo is because I knew I would upset my parents. And yes. Im still 10. shutup.

But! now! Momma said it was ok!

wheeee!

Oh shit. now I have to go through with this noise. eeps.

So uhh, anyone know of a good tattoo artist in Charlotte?

P.S. Get It? Da Plane Boss! Da Plane! Tattoo! Get It?!!? Bah. You people suck.

P.P.S. That top you are wearing looks spectacular on you btw

hello 30. how are you?!

Jesus Christ dude.

I'm 30.

No seriously, like yesterday. I turned 30.

I gotta say though. it was a total non-event. And I dont mean that because people didnt do anything for it, because they did. I just mean it was like... I dunno... any other birthday?

I don't even think I am upset about the fact that some things are not how I envisioned them in my 10 year old mind TWO DECADES AGO.

JFC.....IM 30.

ayeyayayeayeayeaaye.

so anyway, non-event.

seriously im cool. Im not all "IM 3 DECADES OLD NOW HOLY SHIT"

IM 3 DECADES OLD NOW HOLY SHIT!

When can you join AARP?! Is it time yet?

on Parents...

I love my mom and dad with my whole heart, but let me tell you if they hadn't left when they did, I mighta lost my mind. Like for real.

They wanted to come see the house like immediately. Which is cool, cuz I wanted them to see the house... just maybe no immediately as this past weekend.

I lie. I really wanted them to come immediately. I am too psyched about this house man.

*hugs the house*

oh ahem. anyway.

So our weekend was good. They showed up late thursday night--apparently, my Dad can turn a simple 6 hour drive into 12, but whatever. This is why I don't do road trips with them anymore.

We went to an Alison Kraus concert on Friday night, we had Suite seats--which were totally sweet. *snicker*

No seriously, thems were good seats. Couldnt see jack, they looked like little people ants on stage. But they really just stood there and sang and played so it wasn't like we were missing much.

AND THEN we went all around town on Saturday for no real reason. BF drove of course, cuz I still have no idea where anything is... no shock there.

Sunday, we hung out at the house. My mother helped me to finish unpacking the kitchen at her insistence. God bless her though, cuz that would've taken me 15 years to do.

I'm not, how would you say, all that interested in unpacking. I hate unpacking.

This is about the time I felt myself get snippy, and I started to wish Monday morning would hurry the hell up and get here. and I have to tell you, I've never wished for that in my life. Not ever. Seriously... ever.

So Monday morning gets here, and off they go on their 1029384021984 hour trip home. I get a call that we were waiting on, so I call them to let them know. The conversation went something like this:

Me: Hey Mom, the blinds guy called, he's go...

Mom: Hey Trishy! Where are you physically?

Me: ... uhh at home. Where are you?

Mom: [Talking to Dad: Where are we?] We're in laksjdflksajflsk (I don't remember what she said)

Me: Oh, okay. Anyway, the blinds guy calle...

Mom: [Apparently passing a road sign] laksjdflksajflsk! 5 miles!

Me: K. so. uhm. The blinds guy called

Mom: Who?

Me: The blinds guy?

Mom: Oh for the blinds?

Me: .... yes.

Mom: Ok. What did he say?

Me: He said he'd come by on Wednesday between 10 and 11 am.

Mom: Wednesday? Not Thursday?

Me Inside: WHEN DID I SAY THURSDAY WOMAN. WHEN.

Me Outside: No Wednesday.

Mom: You sure? I coulda sworn I heard you say...

Me: It's Wednesday. I have it written down. So Wednes...

Mom: This week or next week.

Me inside: #)(@*$)(@#*!)(*$!)(@*$@!)($*!

Me Outside: um, this week. So This Week. On WEDNESDAY between 10 and 11am.

Mom: AM or PM

Me Inside: OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG
Me Outside: uh AM, between 10 and 11 AYE EMM.

Mom: 10 or 11, which is it.

Me: No BETWEEN 10 and 11.

Mom: k. He call you, you call him?

Me: I SAID HE JUST CALLED.

Mom: Well you dont have to get snippy about it.

Me Inside: (*U#@)(*)@!(*)(#URI)(#@$R)@(#UR)OUR#)O(#$UT)@(#UT)@(#UT mother of all thats holy for the love of )(*#)%(@*#%)(*%)%*.

Me Outside: ...

and guess what!

THATS FRIGGIN ME IN 40 YEARS.

shoot me now. just shoot me now.

oh hi!

How's everyone doing? Good, good.

oh me? I'm ok. North Carolina rules! I mean aside from the fact that I have no idea where anything is really. These are the things I know how to get to all on my own:

• Harris Teeter--I went today after work and spent $80. Don't ask me what I bought though, cuz I havent a clue. I should maybe make a list next time...
• Gas Station
• Chili's
• Five Guys
• I think I know how to get the mall--but the mall is evil, so that doesn't count really.
• *blink*

I know, impressive isn't it? It really is saying a lot that I know that, if you know me, cuz i think I just figured out how to get to Home Depot in the hood before I left.

I have zero sense of direction, lucky for me the car has a navigation system, but our house number is invalid. And if you pull up the map, theres no streets where we are. So I'm SOL. s'cool though cuz, well... I dunno why.

Oh the house? The house is GORGEOUS. Gorgeous and empty. We echo when we talk, which is pretty neat. Having a garage is pretty spiffy too. BF had that epoxy stuff laid so it's all shiny and neato. I will take pics at some point. Whenever I find the damn camera...

Ah yes, unpacking? Yeah, not so much. Almost every box is open though, so I guess thats a good start. *cough*

Working from home is interesting. I just finished my third day of it and it's pretty lonely actually. I feel very separated from everyone and the feeling that I have to work twice as hard in the 8 hours is strong with me. I feel like I can't screw around at all. Like if I miss a instant message from someone at work, ima get fired. So no peeing while on the clock! Paranoia is sweet.

and BF? OUT.OF.TOWN.

*sigh*

even still man, North Carolina fully rules man. Seriously. Love it! I have a couple of stories, but I can't uhh remember them right now. Check back, I will remember eventually ;)

I couldn't make this shit up if I tried.

So the other day, I was on the phone with kegOfSunshine and had to stop to get gas because i had 1/4 of a 1/4 of a tank and I was beyond twitchy about it. So I'm on the phone, take out my checkcard, select my gas grade and I stick the thingy in the thingy and flip the thingy that makes it go all by itself while I stand around staring blankly with my mouth hanging open til it clicks. Because clearly, I am too busy to hold it myself.

And then I put my checkcard on top of the car because I didnt have pockets in the dress pants I was wearing, and the holding of the cell phone was obviously the maximum capacity for my hands.

Yes.

So I'm talkin talkin talkin while these mexican fellers on the other side of the thingy stare at me, all "why this chick hab her mout open like dat esse?" and the thingy clicks. I close my mouth and put the thingy back on the ......... stand thingy and I get in my car.

I get off the phone with kegOfSunshine and I am driving down the road, ecstatic about the lack of traffic for a Monday. And then the hamsters wake up and I go

"UH! I DIDN'T PICK UP MY CARD FROM ON TOP OF THE CAR! SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!"

So I turn around and go back because surely the card would have flown off the car when I first started to drive off.

*blink* what?

At this point all i can think about is the mexican fellers and how those shits stole my credit card! YES! CUZ AM RETARDED! ALSO! Racist against my own half race apparently!

So I get back to the pump I was at, get out of the car and I walk around and look for my card.

Nothin.

So I go over to where I drove out of the gas station. Nothin there.

Then Im like, "well fuck." and get back in my car and drive off. Then I get to the intersection that I recall flying out into to make the light. So I stop, no one is behind me and I take a look around.

AND I FIND A CREDIT CARD! YAY!

but oops not mine :(

Seems I'm not the only moron in the hood ;)

So I get back in the car and proceed to work. I get on my cell phone and call my bank to cancel the card so that those mexican fellers no one can pay for shit with my card. MUH MONEY BITCHES.

So I'm on hold listening to the calming music, and I finally get someone.

"Hi, I just lost my checkcard. I put it on top of my car when I was pumping gas and I drove off without getting it. I just went back and checked and I couldnt find it. So I need to cancel this..."

and my cell phone dies.

ha. ha. HA.

So I get to work, all frazzled because OMG THEY ARE GONNA SPEND ALL MY MONEY NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. and I cancel my card. Will be getting new one in 5 to 7 Business Days. yay!

The next day when carpool was getting out of my car, one of the guys goes "hey, is this yours?!"

AND HANDS ME MY CHECKCARD.

it was stuck between the rear window and the top of the trunk.

jesus.

By now its too late to cancel the cancellation, so not only am I having to deal with all the moving crap, but now I gotta make sure that all my auto pay stuff has gotten changed over, lest I get like LATE FEES or somethin.

All because I didn't have any damn pockets in my dress pants that day.

WTF WITH NO POCKETS IN WOMENS DRESS PANTS PEOPLE.

*wimper*

Tick. Tock.

Hey guess what I just realized? ... like 5 minutes ago.

First... HOLY SHIT ITS FRIGGIN JULY ALREADY.

and second... in exactly 16 days, counting today, our sorry little procrastinating asses will be on the road, with our cats knocked out and all our belongings on a truck headed towards North Carolina.

*lip quiver*

So I should like...do some stuff this weekend methinks. Whoever hid June from me--you are officially on my list.

Say, I could really use that blinking trick I dream of Jeanie had right about now. If any of you know how I might get my hands on something like that, please be a doll and let me know.

shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit

Make a New Plan Stan

(hop on the bus gus)

Feast your eyes on this bad boy that I like to call "MOVE-A-PALOOZA." Catchy, no?

MOVE-A-PALOOZA '07
19th - Leave 2 hours early from work to do whatever is left before packers show up tomorrow morning
20th - Get packed up
21st - Load up truck and travel to NC
22nd- Unload/Begin unpack
23rd- Unpack
24th- Fly up early AM to be in da hood in time for carpet cleaning that is scheduled for early afternoon
25th - Handyman at house to fix a varied list of things
26th- Clean house / Parents get packed up
27th - Parents move in
28th/29th - Stay in VA... no point in traveling 6 hours one-way only to have to return to be at work here for a mandatory something or other.
30th-31st Work in VA; Drive to NC after whateverTheHellMandatory @ work. Probably get to NC around midnight(ish). sweet. Did I mention MANDATORY!?! Yes? Ok. nm then.
1st - Unpack
2nd- Unpack
3rd- back to work.. at home. I know. Only so much sympathy can be surmised from that.

But COME ON. Overall. Thats a busy time dude. Also when I am back up in VA for final stuff on VA house, I'm going to try and do some work. Yes. Cuz I thrive on stress. Also, am an i.d.i.o.t. But that's been established.

Meanwhile BF is gonna be "unpacking" in NC.

uh huh.

Excuse me while I go sob quietly in the corner.

The Closing

It is official man. We have a house in Charlotte. With an address and a trash can and everything!

Aside from the BULLSHIT that happened the day of the closing, of which we wont speak of lest I spit venom once again. (And really. I just got that shit under control.)

I'm just being dramatic really. It wasn't that bad. Could've been worse. Like a nuclear bomb coulda dropped or something. *blink*

ANYWAY. so Friday, when the dust settled and i packed the drama queen up in my backpack, we returned to the house. OUR house. and holy moses dude, I am soooooooo excited. The house is GORGEOUS and the neighborhood is like neighborly (I got waved at people! MULTIPLE TIMES! I! KNOW!) and the city is beautiful! and and and and! YAY TO MOVING!

also. it doesnt friggin snow much in Charlotte--so I am told! and God bless America for that cuz, hoooo boy I hate snow.

We still have far to go in our my little "Operation Clean Sweep" mission, but believe you me it will happen. oh yes. Even if I have to throw out all his crap he hasn't needed in the 3 years we have been in the townhouse while he is on travel next week.

I MEAN IT MISTER! Don't test me!

Also, yes. That's right. ON TRAVEL. A WEEK BEFORE WE MOVE. YES. jesus.

Ashamed of My Gender

I started watching that show on Lifetime, "Army Wives". It is a good show but it's making me realize what bitches we are. I mean, obviously, I knew this before but I think in this show it just pisses me off and now I feel the need to like. Fill a post with nonsenseTalk about it.

I dunno why this show in particular, and why not Desperate Housewives or like REAL LIFE or something. Who knows what my brain is doing.

ANYWAY.

Seriously. Ladies. What the fuck? Why do we do it? Why do we have to be so goddamn awful to each other and judge and whisper and JUDGE. How did we learn to be so nasty? WHO THE HELL TAUGHT US THAT AWFUL UP DOWN "you are so worthless" look that we do. Who?

Hey. I'm no saint. I do it too. And I wanna stop. RIGHT NOW PLZ.

I mean, we have to deal with the same bullshit. Men. Work. ... MEN. Why add to it with our own BS? Meanwhile dudes have a united front with their "bros b4 hoes" or whatever the hell.

Seriously, you ever hear a dude talking about another dude the way we do about each other? Unless he is gay, the answer is no.

Let's do this. Next time you find yourself thinking evil thoughts of another female, STOP and SMILE. Instead of thinking negative things about that person, find something positive about her instead. Be nice for once. Deal? Deal.

Fucking Bitches.

oops.. I mean.. I LOVE your shoes! Where did you get them!

God knows why I do it...

I mean she/he should right? SOMEBODY should know! For the love of .... god? *blink*

I stayed up late-ish for the third day in a row, and I have no sufficient justification for it.

"Late" for this old bag is 11 because my alarm goes off at 0545 (and call me [whatever would make sense right there], but that's goddamn early), and lately we have been dragging our sorry behinds up the stairs very near this witching hour. Last night I noticed that it gets just a bit later with each passing day of the week. Then we sleep in on Saturday, up late Saturday night, sleep in Sunday, up late Sunday (due to sleeping in. like idiots). Up ass early Monday, bed relatively on time Monday night, ass early tuesday, bit laterish tuesday night--You get the idea. Vicious cycle and stuff. OK well just me on the ass early bit. Unless he has meetings or something, that fool isn't getting up until he is good and ready.

This fact makes my teeth itch with jealousy.

A conversation we repeat often:

Him: "wahhhhhhhh I have to get up early tomorrow! wahhhhh"

Me: "and what time is that?"

Him: "like 8 *pout*"

Me: "you realize I will have already been at work for a half hour by that time."

Him: "yes *pout* still. its earllllllllllyyyyy"

Me: "welcome to my world, jackass."

Now, I realize that me comparing my schedule to his is unfair and who gives a shit when I get up and when I am at work. I do it everyday. GET OVER YOURSELF PRINCESS. And I know that when he has to get up at 8? That's akin to say, me having to get up at like. I dunno. 2am? What just irritates the shit out of me is that we go to bed at the same time, every night. I get up to go to work, on average, 3-4 hours before he does. Alright, maybe it's closer to 2-3. Whatever.

So, when I complain about being tired and I see him rolling his eyes, or not quite having the exact level of sympathy for the princess that she requires at that exact moment. She I (wait, which pronoun am I in again?) get pissed! and point out how he gets more sleep than I and how come I'm not allowed to be tired!

He never said that, you understand, but I can twist and contort anything to make it sound in my favor. Also, he never actually rolls his eyes. I perceive him to be doing so, like you know, on the inside.

I realize I am a bitch. It's best if you just accept it too.

the non-smoking life... day 11

"WAIT. DAY 11 ONLY!!?!?!" you say?

Well see it's like this, 5 June was the last day I had a cigarette anywhere near my lips and even though it was surprisingly awful and gave it back after three drags, it counts according to BF. I'd rather be counting from the last day I had an entire cigarette and made the conscious decision to throw away the pack. But, whatever. Semantics. And since quitting smoking is apparently a hobby of mine for 5 years? quite some time now, I suppose it is more correct this way anyway. *cough*

Chantix is an interesting drug I must say. While effective, you really have to like follow their dosing rules *blink*. When I got my prescription from CVS and brought it home, I was very excited to get this mother started! again! for the 293801294801948084108th time! So, I tore into the bag, tossing the rules and regulations of the drug and plowed into the box, opening the first pack and popping my first pill. I did remember something about having to eat before taking it and how a major side-effect is nausea (on every single page of the brochure, nausea is mentioned, so they must be serious) so I made sure I ate something first.

I dunno like... 15-20 minutes later, I felt totally drugged. Like the room was spinning a little, my mouth was dry, I felt my food in my esophagus and the vague sense that I was about to pass out loomed. I chugged water and pee'd a lot that day. I had to cancel going to see Godsmack in concert that night because, call me crazy, but I was thinking maybe passing out at a concert was a bad idea. I could get trampled! I felt so bad for canceling and I'm still totally bummed I missed the concert. Sorry K & J :(

Stupid Chantix.

I really need to come up with some nicknames for you two....hmmm....

Oh hi! Sorry! Anyway, so days passed and my dealings with Chantix improved, sorta. The waves of nausea, passing out feeling, room spinning came and went and by the time I got back from vacation, I thought I had overcome the "getting used to the drug" part.

Not so much. And I've figured out why! Sorta!

Like I said, I never really read the rules and regulations and just basically went off what was printed on the box ("Take After Eating! Drink Water!"), and also the stuff that kegOfSunshine told me. She told me that if I miss a dose, just take it when you remember.

So I thought, "cool, just like birth control pills! This is easy!" I figured if I missed a dose, i'd take it when I remembered and then take my next scheduled dose... like catching up.

I've missed several doses because I am an idiot and can't remember jack. And so I've played my little catch up game, and took 3 doses in one day, after the second dose I always felt like shit for the rest of the day and the 3rd made it worse. So I asked kegOfSunshine if she felt the same things, and like wtf! this drug sucks! And explained to her what I was doing.

she said "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! too close! too close!"

and I was all "huh!?"

so I looked it up, and by George, she was right! I bet she read the rules and regulations. Maybe I should try that next time...

"If you miss a dose, use the medication as soon as you remember. If it is almost time for the next dose, skip the missed dose and wait until your next regularly scheduled dose. Do not use extra medicine to make up the missed dose."

ohhhhhhhhh. well no friggin wonder! Also, I read some shit about like how you shouldn't take this if you have kidney issues. So now, when I get all dry of the mouth and nauseous I think "OH CRAP MY KIDNEY'S ARE FAILING!!!"

hah. such a retard.

a non-smoking retard *curtsey* ;)

If only every single day could start out like this...

So I woke up this morning at 0645. Now mind you, 0645 is when I am supposed to be leaving the house. I look at the clock and yawn and stretch, about this time the hamsters awake my brain clicks on ...

"OH SHIT!!!!!"

and I leap out of bed. You'd think as a frequent run-later (whatever, you know what I mean), I would be used to this sort of thing. Not so much. Running around rushing after I just opened my eyes seconds ago is not my ideal way of rising in the morning.

hello, princess.

Anyway, so I somehow sprint out of the house at 0654, and don't even ask me how--I showered, I swear! And off to kegOfSunshine's to commence the carpool.

Now normally, this whole waking up late bs would ruin my entire day. But this is a kegOfSunshine day, and she can make your worst day seem like your best.

I pull up to her house, and she bounces out of the house with her trademark beam of sunshine smile. Which makes me smile. It's entirely impossible not to smile when you see her smile. She gets in the car and off we go. She immediately starts filling me on whatever has gone down since I dropped her off after work the day before--which is always so much! How does that woman fit all this shit into one day? It makes me tired just thinking about it.

A car ride with her contains no less than 22 billion bouts of laughter. Laughter. at 0700 in the morning. who knew?

Anyway, so we get to work and this whole time she has been stressing a little over what she was wearing, and she said in the elevator as I was getting out "Hey! How about you wear my top and I will wear yours!" and I turn around and take a look at what she is wearing and look down at my pants.

We then simultaneously lift our knee to get our pants closer to each others top to assess the matching possibilities... and die laughing.

What? It was funny!

Shit. That was way funnier when it happened. Must be one of those "had to be there" things.

Anyway, love you kegOfSunshine ;)

Don'tchew forgetaboutme

You know that scene in The Breakfast Club where Ally Sheedy draws a picture in black marker on the table and then shakes her hair to get the dandruff out, thus providing "snow" for the drawn scene? Yes you do! Fast forward to like 0:46, you'll see her shaking her head.

Well guess what! I can do that too! Except its from my forehead. No really! I can bow my head slightly and rub my forehead and VOILA! Dead Skin! Snow!

Peeling is cute.

I just thought you should know.

Say, wasn't the lead singer of Simple Minds a red head? Or am i just...OH NO WAIT! that was Simply Red. Nevermind, carry on.

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On a completely different topic, got this link from All & Sundry, and I swear it gets funnier the more times you watch it.

Jekyll rears her bitchy head

or was it Hyde? Which one was the monster? I forget.

ANYWAY. so yeah. the angry smoke-free driver is back *curtsey* I know! I missed you too!

I realized she/he/it/me/whatever was back this morning. On my way to work. TWO FRIGGIN HOURS LATER THAN I ORIGINALLY PLANNED. But! It's not my fault! We were watching House on the DVR and I was so immersed in the whole Will House ask Foreman to stay?! OMG WILL HE!?! Inquiring minds wanna know! I wanna know! That we watched not one, not two but THREE episodes. The second one ended and i gasped and said "is there another!?!" in this sorta high-pitched whispery weird nerdball voice. And praise be the tv gods, there was. So we watched it! Like Dummy's!

Towards the end of the last show, BF said "this show isn't ending is it? Like canceled?!" and I found my toes tingling and my chest grew tight at the thought because SURELY THEY WONT CANCEL THIS ONE TOO. Goddammit. STOP. CANCELING. MY. FAVORITE. SHOWS. Gilmore Girls, I miss you already *sniff*

But they keep stupid shows like "So you think you can dance?" "So you think you can ice skate" "So you think you can be a rockstar?" "So you think you can put your leg behind your head?" or whatever the hell. The cool thing is that they keep coming up with new ones! What's this bullshit about the inventions? Who the hell cares! GIMME GILMORE GIRLS BACK OR THE O.C. EVEN you wretched heathens.

I feel like I've gone off track here...

ah yes, so driving this morning! All irritated at myself that I'm late only not really--just a half hour late for my regular time but I decided that since there was no carpool I was gonna go in at 0600! Why! I DUNNO!

Anyway so I'm on the parkway, trying not to watch the clock that seems to be on friggin fast forward. And I change lanes. The dude in front of me apparently thought of the same thing a half second after I, and I see his signal on, he is in the intersection starting to head over to my new lane. and I think: "This dude is gonna cut me off!"

So I get all prepared to be angry about it. But he sees that I'm in the lane and that continuing to move over would cut me off, so he goes back in the left lane. Which, in all honesty, was the nicest thing another driver can do, NOT cut you off.

So what do i do?

I get pissed off anyway!

Yes!

I said "go. go! GOOOOOOOOO! FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MF'errrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" and I'm waving him over and being a general moron.

He gets over, and waves a thank you in the rear view mirror-- yes the five-fingered kind. not the one fingered kind.

Upon seeing him STILL BEING NICE EVENTHOUGH I WAS JUST A COMPLETE RETARD, the events start to replay in my head and I flash to that time I was taking KegOfSunshine home and had the exact same reaction.

I smiled. cuz it's still funny. in that "dear god was that really me?" kind of way.

Then went: "oh shit. she's back."

So don't piss me off bitches. I'll cut you.

Or you know, call you names behind the safety of my car windows.

P.S. ooooOOOOooooOOOO Intrigue!
But uhh.. keep your speakers off cuz while the opening riff to Bulls on Parade makes me very very happy... not so much on a continuous loop. It's actually straight up annoying (shh! who said that?)

I'm still alive!

So hey! How ya been!? Have you lost weight? You look *fab*

I just said fab. heh.

An update, for those that care (just pretend you do, it hurts less kthx):

1. I haven't touched guitar hero (or GH2 if you're nasty--and a big fat nerd *bow*) in over 2 weeks. Medium difficulty pisses me off and I am apparently a big baby on top of being a big fat nerd and will throw a little large tantrum and refuse to touch the game again until it cooperates (read: let's me friggin pass a friggin song). 4 Keys is hard :(


2. I went to the doctor 2 weeks ago and got a prescription for Chantix. It's a smoking cessation drug--the only one that has no nicotine in it. Aside from the waves of nausea and the sensation that I could possibly pass out, it's going quite well. I bummed a cigarette from KegOfSunshine this morning--not cuz I really wanted one but cuz I knew she had some (it doesn't make sense, I am well aware of that). I smoked like a 1/3 of it and gave it back to her. It was grody. That's some kind of progress if you ask me man. Also, let's not split hairs about when I may or may have not said I was going to quit "For Real! No Really!" Don't dwell on the past. God.


3. I'm relocating to Charlotte, NC in like uhhh... just over a month, and let me tell you, there's nothing fun or funny about moving. Unless you find dropping a ton of money on crap and going through your stuff that you should have gotten rid of the last time you moved--I'm talking to you, BF--fun, then yes. It's a total blast! And ho ho! So very very funny. Though, it gives me a reason to make many lists and spreadsheets and that makes my inner nerd grin from ear to ear.


4. I just came back from vacation. BF and I spent a week in Destin, FL. You guys heard of this place? It's in the panhandle of FL, east of Pensacola (listen to me acting like I know where stuff is). ANYWAY. It's apparently the #1 beach in the U.S. So #1 beach in the US. Yet, I've never heard of it. Why am I always the last to know these things. hmph. Where was I.. oh! So yes! It is indeed beautiful! White Sands, clear(ish) water. And I took my camera! Plugged it in on sunday when we got in to charge up.... and then left it there plugged in. all week. What can I say, I'm *that* good. Don't be jealous.


5. I have apparently shed my tough Texas skin for good, and am suddenly reminded of how much sunburns suck. The day we went to the beautiful beach, I didn't put anything on before we left. Because ... well I have no idea. I do remember thinking "pffft. I don't really need sunscreen! I don't burn remember! I'll put it on later!" And we went into the water first thing, then came out. It was then time for the application of sunscreen. So I started applying to my arms and noticed that sand was like mixing with it and while I do love a good facial scrub every now and again, it didn't feel nice. So I said screw it, "I won't burn anyway", and just laid out in the sun all exposed and vulnerable. As we were walking back to the hotel, BF said "ohhhhh you are gonna be hurtingggggggg! Look how red you are!" To which I looked down at my skin, and said "pffffft. im not burned it'll be fine." We walked into the hotel room, and I marched right over to the mirror and said "Holy Freckles Batman!" (yes, I really said that.) because I suddenly looked like Pippy Longstocking (or you know, some other character with lots of freckles... work with me here). I jumped in the shower, and this is about the time I realized I was indeed burned. Because I basically took a cold shower and it felt glorious. Normally, I take steaming hot showers and continue to make the water hotter the longer I am in, so this was outside of the norm-- and very much a RED HOT DONTYOUFRICKINTOUCHME Signal. *ahem*


6. Ouch! Don't touch me! I didn't touch you! That hurt! I put my hand over your skin, no contact was made! That's close enough to touching me! Don't touch me! I'm burned! Hello! It Hurts! Geez.


7. Yes. I am a baby. So what.


8. Yay lists!

P.S. I am going to make a concerted effort to NOT disappear for large amounts of time anymore. No, really.

Rockstar

oh hi! how ya been! Long time no see! How's it going? What's shakin'?

nothin?

yeah me too.

*sigh*

OH BUT!

So BF was out of town all of last week, as usual. Oh! AND will be out of town all of next week and the following week and probably the week after that--have I mentioned how much I absolutely adore his job? No? hmm. wonder why...

ANYWAY.

So he came home like at 10:30 p.m. from the airport. I am sitting in the living room, tv on, laptop on lap burning the hell out of my leg, because the idea of a "notebook" and not a "lap"top is too hard for me to understand. The front door is a half flight down from the living room. He opens the door and says hello. I say "hi" and stay parked in my seat (i'm so loving, no?).

He says "Hey I've got a present for you!"

Me Inside: Oh shit. what celebratory holiday/special day did I forget this time.
Me Outside: *perk* Present! What is it!

Him: "C'mere and see"

Me: K!
[throws laptop notebook on the couch and runs over]

I get to the stairs and look down to where he is standing. and i gasp! and smile uncontrollably and my eyes get all big! and I grab the box..

Me: REALLY!!?!?!?!

[It's a guitar hero box. yes. i'm this much of a dork]

Me: But! Don't we need an xbox for this!

[He points down to the "computer" he got shipped from his "company"]

[sneaky bastard]

and then this is where i hop around and clap like a little girl

Me: "Let's hook it up!"

Him: "We got anything to eat?!"

Me Inside: W. T. F. no eating! who has time to eat! it's time for play! now! now! now!

Me Outside: [Goes over to fridge and looks around] hmm. pizza?!"

Him: K

so he eats, and as I wait impatiently for him to finish, I open the guitar hero box like it's christmas morning. Only, for whatever reason, I treat it like its a box made out of the thinnest glass and is ultra delicate (yeah, I dunno.) and I'm all reading every piece of paper that comes out of the box and I attach the strap to the guitar and put it on me and mess with the keys and wonder what stuff is, and then I go back to the book and figure it out. all the while with this HUGE stupid grin on my face.

Me: K. so... done yet!?

Him: [chewing] uh ... uh huh [more chewing].. sure.

So he hooks it up.

and then I play. and then he plays. and then he goes to bed.

I'm sorry but HOW can you go to bed at a time like this, i mean really!

I stay up til 0330 mastering Heart Shaped Box, to show my appreciation of said gift.

... and when I say master I mean I got to the end without getting boo'd off stage

babysteps *cough*

My band's name is "Flip Flop" cuz I'm so creative and couldn't think of a name to save my life and then I looked down at my foot which was adorned with a flip flop and well.

yeah.

cept it always says "Flip Flo" cuz I guess theres a max character limit but I don't remember any mention of that. Then again, it was 2 in the morning and I just wanted to hurry and play in "career mode".

Odd though, cuz I've always fancied myself a patient person.

So far, I've played every single night. I now have all 35 of my songs available to me, and I got to Killing in the Name last night. As you can imagine, I was very stoked about that. It wasn't nearly as hard as I thought it was gonna be. Then again, I am on EASY.

Also, my left hand is all "wtf are you doing woman!" and sore.

BUT IMMA PLAY TONIGHT ANYWAY!

I came *this* close to buying Dance Dance Revolution at Game Stop on Sunday. I currently have 3 or 4 on my "watch list" on E-bay.

hi. I'm a nerd. nice to meetcha ;)