Rebekah Mae's Thoughts.

Missing BiSC Again

2012-01-23T19:32:00.000-08:00

So for a while now I've known about this Bloggers in Sin City conference and I've always wanted to go. But I never did. Why?

Because I wasn't 21! And who wants to go to Vegas when they're not 21? Exactly! No one. Because it's absolutely pointless.

Never the less I always promised myself that I would keep blogging, even if no one ever read it. And that in 2012 I would sign up to attend said conference.

As you can see, both have not worked out for me in anyway shape or form.

I have not kept up on my blog at all. Every now and again I'll wonder in here with some random rant and then I'll saunter off for months on end leaving this place to collect cobwebs as real life and school and worrying about whether I'll be accepted into any university gets me down.

(the Uni portion will be in another blog soon to come)

Thus with that being said I see why people have stopped reading my blog. Who wants to constantly check back only to be horribly disappointed at seeing the same old 2 month old post? Exactly, no one.

I don't blame those who were once my readers for wandering off and finding greener/funnier/more often updated blogs.

That's my fault. Just like it's also my fault that I didn't visit Nicole's blog (Nicole is Better) sooner. Because if I had I would have been able to see that the registration for the event was on the 16th of January.

And for those confused, it's currently the 23rd. FML.

Now of course the event if full because, as you can read in detail on Nicol's Blog, who doesn't want to hang out with fellow young bloggers who jump randomly into fountains and go private desert tasting and drink endless amounts of alcohol and HELLO VEGAS?! It's like going to Europe only everyone speaks English and you don't have to exchange your money for Euros.

It's perfect for me. It's fun open minded people, in Vegas with alcohol and even though I'm socially awkward I love nothing more than to leave the state(preferably the country) only to then thrust myself in a large group of people where I am forced to speak to other individuals and make friends.

99% of the time I find most of the people are quite friendly.

It's all rather liberating.

and yes I know that the site says there's a waiting list so I should stop whining but did you not see that there's a space for Twitter?

Yeah, I most definitely don't have one of those and I don't want to get one because I don't like twitter in anyway shape or form.
And, I don't blog. Except for right now when I'm telling you/no one this.

never the less I am horribly unhappy about this ordeal and am going to have to yet again, wait another year and PRAY that Miss Nicole decides to yet again throw another conference in Vegas. And that they get to stay in the Flamingo hotel.

TOOL! pt.2

2012-01-07T08:15:00.000-08:00

So This morning I woke up at 8:15, had my breakfast and my dad and I were prepared with laptops in hand and wallets in back pockets.

We left the house at 9:20 and got to Starbucks by 9:30. My dad created his account and I logged into mine and we waited...and waited...and waited.

I was poised over the mousepad at 9:59. And by 10am exactly I refreshed my page, told my dad to do the same, and we both went head first into battle.

I told him to go for the most expensive ticket and then to hit best available.

I did floor seats only.

He found MEZZ seats.

I found nothing.

So I tried again, and again, and again.

Still nothing, until I changed my search to 1 seat only, with best available at the most expensive cost.

I found MEZZ seats. We compared, he had row 17 or something, I had row 9. I bought mine and accepted my fate.
70 out of pocket.

But then, out of nowhere I decided to fuck about and try the search again, for best available 1 seat most expensive.

FLOOR SEATS ROW 10 popped up in section A. I about pissed myself with fucking excitement.

I grabbed them without hesitation. I've been in a pit ten people back and I've gotten AWESOME pictures. Yes, first or second row would have been amazing, and clearly positive thinking did not help me here, BUT I got floor seats, pretty fucking close to the stage and I'm honestly stoked at can be.

I'm currently trying to sell my other ticket now. Plus there's the off chance that I'll win (probably not) the front row seats on FM99. (that would be fucking awesome)

But I'm overjoyed with what I got, I call this a success people. a true success.

Now all I have to do is not get injured or die before the concert. So people, don't drive like crazy people. I need to live to see this concert. After Friday Feb. 3rd 11:59pm. It's fair game.

TOOL!

2012-01-06T13:41:00.000-08:00

IS COMING TO WHERE I LIVE!!! (at first I typed "Hometown" and than quickly squealed with disgust and deleted it. This is NOT my hometown, thank fucking god)

So My ultimate dream concert lineup would be TOOL and A Perfect Circle (yes I would want Maynard to sing and scream for two sets! I am greedy in my fantasy world, shutup) with Deftones, Slipknot, Sevendust, Metallica, KORN (maybe, I've seen them twice and this last show was pretty horrible) KITTIE and Lacuna Coil (and Drain STH if you know, they were still around.)

But I have a feeling this line up will never happened.

1) Because Maynard would never tour with both his bands at the same time, that's really just cruel to ask a man to sing for one band for an hour or so, and then to take a short break only to return back out there with another band for a headliner. (Because TOOL would obviously be the headliner. DUH)

2) Because as far as I know, KITTIE know longer really tours (they came here but that was like...two years ago) and Drain STH is gone. :( Sad times I know.

3) I just don't see any of these bands agreeing to tour with each other. Especially if Metallica wasn't the headliner.

But it would be an awesome show would it not? I mean you'd have badass chicks on stage doing their thing (KITTIE is fucking..amazing) and than you'd have Deftones, Sevendust, KORN and Slipknot for like..the younger crowd I guess, and than right after that you'd have TOOL (and APC), Metallica for the older guys.

I'm not saying that only old people like TOOL and Metallica but Metallica is kind of the grand daddy of my generations metal and TOOL...their like the respected father (imo)

But I would be happy with TOOL toured with just Deftones and (Slipknot, Sevendust or KITTIE) I would probably jizz in my pants if that line up came anywhere near the East Coast. Fuck, I'd travel far and wide to see that line up, and why? because it's awesome and because Deftones could perform their song "Passenger" with Maynard and I could die a happy camper.

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But Deftones aren't touring with either of Maynard's bands, in fact,they're not touring at all.
BUT BUT BUT

There's something so much more important to say. I stated it in the first sentence of this post!!!

TOOL IS COMING HERE ON THE 3RD OF FEBRUARY!!!!!!

I've never been more excited you guys. Honestly I'm bouncing off the walls here. And I have been bouncing off the walls every since my friend Collin told me about it on the 19th of Dec. So you can imagine what I've been like for the past month.

I checked their website and at first they announced it was like....a rumor and the date was left as (TBA) and I was like.... -.- seriously you guys? Really?

The next closest date was the 4th in Charlottesville NC. and honestly I'd drive there if they weren't coming here, but...who wants to drive all the waaaaay there? Exactly no one.

so I spent my time checking Toolband website everyday to look for updates, and how about, the one day (the 4th? of Jan) the one day I DONT look for an update online 96x announces that TOOL is coming and that they're giving away tickets right then and there?

Yeah I was like..WHOAWHOAWHOA WAAAAT?

I tried to win the tickets but I didn't. But who cares. I've entered myself in (as you know) into FM99's front row seat contest (which I probably won't win, but homg if I do)

And I've devised a plan with my parents for our attack on ticketmaster.com tomorrow morning.

At first I was going to have my mother at Starbucks finger on the trigger waiting at 10am and then I would be at the box office waiting in line (if there was a line, hopefully I would be the first there.) But now that I know that it's all on a first come first serve basis I've devised another plan. It still involves my parents, plus the computers and the phones. But it's a little less stressful for everyone.

Clearly I want front and center row seats but...honestly, do you think I'll get that? No

I'd be happy with second row seats in the center. I NEEEEEED to be on that floor people. Even if it's to the side, I need to be in one of the first three seats. I can't stand being far back.

Which is why I'm currently seething at the fact that there isn't a pit. Honestly why not? No one sits down during a rock show. NO ONE! except maybe the unfortunate parent who had to bring their child. They might be sitting down, knitting, with earplugs in. But the rest of us are on our FUCKING FEET! Jumping around and screaming and singing and and and wishing to god there weren't any seats in our fucking way so we could rush the stage and mosh and be packed in like sardines, passively letting out our anger and aggression by pushing and punching complete strangers in the face. And cursing at crowd surfers that kick us in the head and laughing at them when they get carried out of the venue by angry bouncers.

But Hampton likes to piss on my parade so I'm stuck sitting in a seat. fighting for front row. Or second. I don't believe in prayer you guys, or god, but feel free to start praying, worshiping, wishing for two front and center seats or second row center seats for me people.

I want this. No, I NEED this.
In all honesty I'd be happy with second row

Radio DJ's

2012-01-05T20:07:00.000-08:00

So for quite some time now I've had this thing were I talk to radio DJs and befriend them; and most of the time, they're kind enough to befriend me. Even though they're technically working.

I've been calling my local radio station DJs since I was about....maybe 11 or 12. And I always had a favorite two from the two stations that I called.

The first station I ever called was 96x, and I would talk to Nick PapaG. (sp?) Who sadly as come and gone from the air, which is unfortunate because he had an amazing voice and awesome happy personality. I mean no matter how shitty your day was going if you heard his voice and called in, he would always pick up the phone and he would always always ALWAYS play your song. Which I find seems to be a bit rare these days.

My second favorite DJ to call on 96x was the Mike and Bob Show. (yes I count them as one person because when you called, you spoke to the both of them, not just one[ unless one was working the weekends which sometimes happened])

But the best DJ's I've found have all been on FM99.
I mean I prefer the music on 96x just a tad bit more than I do on FM99, and I have found that some of the skits their (FM99) morning show (past and present) have been really offensive, but I swear they have quite possibly the most easygoing/personable/helpful and patient staff of DJ's EVER.

Shane G. (who has been gone for quite some time) was always very funny and patient with me when I called him on the weekends, and also very honest. I remember I once asked him if he could fit in a song for me, and he said maybe. He told me he thought he could, but he wasn't sure because his slots were filling up. And he also told me he might be able to play me...was it Drain STH? or Kittie, one or the other, he (I think, I'm pretty sure) told me that he wasn't sure if they even still had the band that I was requesting and that he would have to go and look for it. Swear to God y'all.

I mean really? How honest is that!? Most guys just sit there and say, "Oh yeah sure I'll get that right on for you" and then you wait and wait for hours only to never hear your song because they never played it. This, gave me a light into how the stations worked. Which was helpful to my sanity.

My All time favorite DJ though would have to be Scott N. He was quite possibly the nicest and most patient person. He worked the graveyard shift (12am-5:15am) on weekdays and sometimes he'd work the holidays and weekends. And literally every night/morning I guess, or every time I couldn't sleep I would just call him and talk to him. AND HE WOULD TALK WITH ME! For hours people, I'm mean hours, I think once I talked to him on and off for his ENTIRE Shift, or damn near close to. And he never once said a thing about it. He never complained, he never said "Look I'm sorry I can't stay and chat all the time, please stop calling" nope. He would just work and chit chat with me, and when he had to go on air, he'd put me on hold, do what he needed to do on air and off, and then he'd pick back up the phone and we'd continue our conversation.
And it would be about everything and nothing all at the same time. Politics, religion, music, you name it we most likely talked about it, joked about it, argued about it. I'd even call him on his birthday or email him on his birthday sometimes. And then he got a promotion to producing the morning show and that was it. I never talked to him again. That was quite possibly the saddest and happiest day ever. Happy because he got a promotion that I believed he deserved, (because anyone who put up with me as a kid deserves a fucking raise dude, [unless you requested it lmao, just to get away from me, which I could see, I was kind of annoying I'm sure])
and Sad because...I couldn't talk to him anymore.

BUT the main reason I made this post is for Shelley. (also an FM99 DJ)

I never talked to Shelley, ever. I never called her when she took over Twitch's spot after he quit, mainly because I just...didn't really care. Plus she kind of scared me, what with all of her Tats and love for metal (like..Real metal, not that pussy shit that's been being put out nowadays). The closest I ever got to talking to her was when she was hosting this local metal band live over the radio, and she would play their songs and shoot the shit with them, and they were all promoting the bands upcoming show. So I called, because the band fucking kicked ass, I wish I could remember their name, and I called, but I never got Shelley, in fact, I got the lead singer from the band. (who was also ridiculously nice, maybe it's something in the water that they all drink there) Anyhoo I ended up talking to the lead singer and all I could hear in the background was Shelley giggling, and I asked what she was laughing at, was it me? and he said no, she was saying what a great voice you have, and how your voice would be good for radio, I was flattered, because I was 16 at the time, but also slightly wary. Was she lying? Was she being Sarcastic? Or possibly she was being completely honest, I didn't know because I didn't know her. So with that harsh judgment, I never really took the initiative into doing so.

Until now. For a while Shelley has been part of the morning show, which I'm guilty of listening to on my way to class in the morning because of their news reports, their video game reports on Fridays (which is strange because I dont even play video games, unless you count the Sims2) and most importantly, their "Ask Shelley" section on monday mornings.
I'm in love with this portion of the show, mainly because the things that people ask are just so astounding sometimes I just...her poor computer history...I don't even want to know what sites she's had to go to. haha.

But recently because of this portion of the show I decided that I, yes me, was going to submit a question, actually two questions, that had been on my mind for a couple of years now.

The first question I asked was about the aforementioned DJ's, an the second was about why radio stations don't give their listeners a heads up when they change their formats and/or DJs. (the latter really really bothers me) Now usually these questions are answered over the air Monday morning, but I requested that they be answered via email because I was on break from class and would miss the answer if she chose to answer it at all.

Within a day people, A DAY, she wrote back to me a long and detailed email with every question I had answered. I was stunned. Mainly because 1) I figured some of the questions she might legally not be able to answer (I have no idea how radio and DJ relations work) And 2) because her response was quick! And not quick in the sense that she just skimmed the email and bullshit her way through it. But quick as in the professional "I have to do this quickly and thoroughly"
I felt bad for not responding with a "Thank you" email but I'm honestly bad at those things, and the holiday season was running me ragged.

But then I asked her another question, a question about TOOL (which is a whole other post HOMGSOEXCITEDDDDDDD) coming to town and whether the tickets would be general admissions or would they be reserved seating, with a pit.

I tried calling the DJ's, Christy M. and James S., on 96x but no one picked up so I quickly emailed Shelley hoping that she would have the answer and also would be able to respond to me before Saturday. I sent the email Wed. at around 6pm, when she wasn't in. By Thurs. (the next day) 47 minutes after her shift was over on the morning show and her other shift from 10-2 as just a DJ began, she emailed me and this is what she said in a nut-shell.

"Rebekah I called the Box Office at the Hampton Coliseum and they said it was reserved seating only, no pit whatsoever. The station is having a front row seat contest if you want to enter it (here's a link) and there's also other ways on our website to win tickets. Let me know what you get. -Shelley."

Everyone, I would like you to all re-read this email and tell me what stands out the most to you....Go ahead I'll wait.

Was it the part about her CALLING THE BOX OFFICE? Because that is what stuck out to me! I mean, I had no intention that she would do such a thing, I could have done that, but I figured she would probably know because she works for the station and is giving away tickets, plus she's been to more concerts than I'll ever dream of going to so I figured she would be the person to ask.

But to call? How awesome is that? I mean, she didn't have to, she could have just said, "Hey I have no idea, but usually if they say reserved seating it's reserved, with no pit" or she could have said "Oh I don't know you should call the box office" Or "Well we're giving away seat tickets so my guess would be reserved seating with no pit"

But she didn't! She took it a step further and the time out of her work day to CALL the box office to find this information out. and then she told me about the contest (that I had no idea was going on) on FM99's website. I'm just utterly baffled by her selflessness and her patients with my questions and with her quick responses and and and...

Words really just do not describe how utterly grateful I am. She's slowly pushing poor Scott N. from the top spot on my "Favorite DJ's EVER" list.

Seriously though, FM99 has the best DJ's.

I really fucking hate Adele

2011-12-07T14:24:00.000-08:00

Actually that is a bold faced lie. I'm sorry.

I don't hate Adele, I don't hate her as a person, or her music. I love her, both as a person and her music. Everything about her is perfect.

What I hate is the fact that every station and their mother happens to be playing her nonstop. I talking Alternative stations, classic rock stations (actually not so much), adult alternative stations, hip-hop stations, rap stations, pop stations. And not just once every three hours, like, twice every forty-five minutes. Multiple stations sometimes will be playing her songs. Actually song, because everyone is bored with "Rolling in the Deep" so we've moved onto "Someone Like You"

WITH A FUCKING VENGEANCE! I can't get away from it. And the sad thing is I used to really love that song. I used to sing with every part of my being, because it spoke to me. It was one of my top three favorite songs by her and now, NOW I fucking loathe that song.

When I hear it on the radio I scowl and roll my eyes and grumble and curse and change the station quickly and dream of scooping out my eardrum with a spork.

It's terrible.

On the other hand I guess this is what I get for wishing the US would play Adele; God what if they had done this with her album 19 and they played "Hometown Glory" nonstop. I'd probably shoot someone. (No not really, stop panicking!)

Be careful what you wish for right?

Yeah, I understand that now.

It makes me happy that Florence and the Machine aren't played that much anymore. At first it seemed like they would be, what with her first album and everyone playing "Dog Days are Over" but now you hardly hear that song, and with the release of her second album she's put out two singles and both were played only on 96x (Yes I'm still listening to them, STOP YELLING AND THROWING TOMATOES AT ME!) "What the Water Gave Me" was hardly played, when it was it was like Pomegranate season had struck early. (for those who don't know you can only get Pomegranates during the fall, so for like three months and then they disappear) And then they released "Shake it off" Which is an amazing song and makes me want to sing and dance, but only 96x plays it and they hardly play it at all. They play it more than the latter but still not that much.

THANK FUCKING GOD! I can't resent hearing Florence Welch's voice too now!

Poem for class

2011-11-16T20:44:00.000-08:00

I wonder what the devil looks like
In it's human form.
I wonder if he'd ride a bike
Or live in a college dorm.

But then I look at you
Big girl walking,
Taking up room for two.
And I start to drown out your talking
Whilst deeply pretending to study a shoe.

Irritating, harsh and loud
So much so that it's making my head pound
You see yourself on a cloud
When really you're beneath the ground

And as I hear your annoying coo
I wonder what the devil looks like
In it's human form.
And then I realize he looks like you.

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Steady as she goes
talking about something
God, shut the fuck up.

When Sid Wilson responds to you!

2011-11-09T14:02:00.000-08:00

YOU FEEL SO MOTHERFUCKING GODDAMN SPECIAL YOU ALMOST WANT TO CRY!!! Only you're in public and you can't because that would be weird and people would look at you like you're a fucking freak.

So here is what happened.

I went on his facebook, because I saw he posted something like an interview or something I don't know, and one of his fan's said "Hi How are you?" and when he didn't respond she said..."Hey you never responded I'm sad" And he responded. "Cheer up"

She didn't realize this, and was like "if you respond I'll be happy" to which he said "Hello *insert name here* So now you're happy right?" to which I responded, "This is why I love you. Because you respond to your fans"

AND HE SAID thanks rebekah! I'm glad they reach out to me. you wouldn't believe some of the things. sometimes i feel like a counsel.

To which I responded with something long but in the beginning of my post I resorted to being a fucking fan girl and writing in all caps "HOMG YOU RESPONDED TO ME!? THIS IS GOING IN MY BLOG! <3" Because you know, I'm a fucking crazy person.

My Stay at the Turtle Cay Resort.

2011-10-30T16:59:00.000-07:00

"We apologize for the large roach you had crawling in your hotel kitchen...Sadly you'll just have to suck it up. Sucks for you we know, but we don't actually give a fuck about the fact that it was about three inches in length and might have been able to fly. Never the less we will be sure to have our hotel rooms properly cleaned and sprayed to make sure no one else has the same problems you did. We hope you'll be shelling out another $500 dollars to spend the weekend in our king suite soon.

Sincerely The Turtle Cay Resort Management.

Actually what I just wrote there was not what the management said to me in a letter (dude unless you plan on giving me a massive discount just send me a fucking email and save a tree. ) but it might as well have been.

So for my birthday I told you all I was spending it at a nice resort hotel for the weekend and planning on drinking myself to oblivion and ordering room service with my friends laying hungover by my side and just plain being lazy for the weekend.

Well I did half that. Unfortunately I didn't realize that during my birthday weekend where I live happened to be holing their annual "Neptune Festival" which meant that when I went to go look up really nice hotels (like the Hilton) that were on the beach, they were all booked up. So I was left with a few choices and the best bet seemed to be the Turtle Cay Resort. Now I looked up the reviews and over half of them said they really enjoyed their stay. The other half were either indifferent, unhappy or really unhappy. I...was disappointed. Mainly for two reasons, it was noisy and there was no room service. And that mother fucking ROACH! in my fucking kitchenette.

the Noise: I was prepared for the noise, mainly because I've stayed in NY and noise is just unavoidable. Same as where I live now, I hear noise all of the time so I've gotten good and drowning it out. However I can see how it would annoy most people, and I believe that because of the way they designed their suites the resort almost maximized their noise. They have the pool (which was gorgeous and I wish it was summer when I had gone) in the center, and the hotel rooms themselves encase said pool. This leaves the front doors to every room facing the street. NO matter what. Now this wouldn't be a bad thing if the hotel had placed the bedroom in the back, near the pool. But they didn't, instead they placed it in the front, so that when you enter the hotel suite you step right into the bedroom. Because of this, there is no possible chance of having the outside noise (ie the people walking by or the cars driving by, or the clubs that are going on at 1am in the morning) drowned out. The other noise problem I had was the walls and ceilings are thin. Normally I wouldn't care because I'm not a loud person and I stay up way past most people, however that following monday I had to get up at 4am so I went to bed at 10pm sunday. The entire time I was in my hotel room, (about 5pm? Sunday, until I finally fell asleep at 12am Monday) I heard the people above us clomping around.

My guess is they had kids, which I know it's hard to control kids. They're hyper. whatever. However one should understand that there are people around them, and below them. The entire time I was watching TV with my friend Jasmine all we heard were loud footsteps running around all over the place. And I am not exaggerating when I say it sounded like a bunch of elephants were living upstairs. It was awful, I thought surly one of them was going to come crashing through my ceiling at some point.
Needless to say I called the front desk and told them where I was staying and asked them nicely to please call the people above me to tell them to stop jumping around like wild animals. The front desk did and for about an hour or two Jasmine and I enjoyed silence, apart from our tv. It was lovely. It all came to a crashing halt when I went to bed at around 10pm. I lay in bed and at first it was silent, and then the noise started up again. This time it was worse! It sounded like someone was jumping on a bed and then jumping from the bed onto the floor. And then playing tag and falling onto the floor. After an hour of trying to drown out the sound of their thumping I called the front desk again and asked them to tell the people above me to STOP MOTHER FUCKING MOVING! Instead of sounding like elephants they now sounded like a group of running Clydesdale's! The lady apologized and this time actually made the hike up three flights of stairs and knocked on their door. I know this because I heard her knock on their door at around 11pm (give or take) and the noise once against stopped. I fell asleep around midnight.

No Room service: Now I chock this little hick-up as my own fault. I should have looked further into their services and what not. I just assumed that a hotel that charged about $250 for a King Suite would also have some sort of room service. I was wrong. Which disappointed me and meant that Jasmine and I had to haul our asses out in the cold to go get ourselves pizza. Oh and no breakfast in bed. A huge bummer.

The biggest shocked was THE ROACH! Yes, there was a roach, I was not crazy. I was not hallucinating. Luckily for me Jasmine did not see the roach because I know for a fact that she would have had a heart attack right then and there, and I really didn't need that. It all happened on the second day (sunday) Jas and I stayed there. We had gone out to go get lunch and walk around the mall for shopping and when we returned I went to go to the kitchen to get a drink of water.
(NOTE: Before you say, "Did you leave food out all over the place?!" we did NOT! Jasmine and I managed to find a soda machine and snack machine where we spent a shameful amount of money ($5) on two drinks, and 2 tiny bags of chips and cookies for the both of us). These we threw out in the trash can below the sink in our kitchen. No crumbs were left anywhere and the kitchen remained unused)
So when I went to go get a drink of water I saw a brown oval shape on the counter. When I walked closer I noticed it had long antenna. And then I noticed that it was very much REAL and ALIVE! And that it was a roach. A big ass roach. About three inches in length. NO joke. It was the biggest roach I had ever seen in my life. And it was incredibly fast. I stood there for a minute looking for something large to crush it with, but I couldn't find anything. So I grabbed a glass hoping to crush, at least it's head, with the bottom of it. I did not. (this is how I found out it was incredibly fast) Instead of crushing it I only made it run onto the handle of the dishwasher. I grabbed the side of the dishwasher and slowly opened it. With the movement of the door the roach crawled into the dishwasher and I quickly slammed the door shut and locked it. I did nothing with it after that and Jasmine and I went about our day. At around 9pm I slowly opened up the dishwasher door to see if the roach was still in there, it was not. I closed and locked the door again and said nothing about it. Mainly because I was to distracted by the elephant/Clydesdale's above us.

I also found their internet awful! The network that they let you connect to told us we had a connection but we didn't. the line was so held up that we couldn't even load Google. We found another place to connect to that was part of our hotel. We connected and it worked! We were connected and it loaded a page, a page that asked us for a password and username. I told the front desk about our problem and she gave us the password and username and we had no problem with the internet afterwards. However I later found out that they charged us $5 for access to said internet. And I felt slightly backhanded seeing as the hotel failed to mention that we were going to have to pay for access seeing as their actual free connection was completely backed up and not working. And if I am spending $500 to spend two nights in a hotel I expect good free wifi.

The Good: The room was nice. I stayed in the Kings Suite, and Jasmine and I were in love with their huge bathroom, equipped with shower and jetted tub. The bed I found comfy and the hotel staff was polite and quick to deal with the problems I had with the people above us.

The Bad: The bedroom facing the streets, the lack of outlets in the living room (not good for our laptops), the shitty internet, and them charging me for access to a connection that worked, no room service and that fucking roach.

If I had to I'd give it 3 out of 5 stars. They or any of their other Gold Key Resort hotels will not be my first choice to stay at. The Hilton will be. Especially if I will be spending almost the same amount of money.

21

2011-10-03T20:08:00.000-07:00

No not that shitty movie that came out forever ago.

But me! I turned 21 this weekend. Actually I turned 21 yesterday morning at 12am Oct. 2nd.
Please, please, hold your applause, but feel free to hand over all alcoholic drinks. Right now.

In case you're wondering, yes, it was awesome. No I did not get so smashed I don't remember anything, mainly because I didn't get smashed at all.

My girl K-Sizzle bought me a bottle of Malibu so I took a few shots of that and added it to some Coke (the drink, jesus what is wrong with you?) before I went to bed Sunday morning.

Currently I'm debating on how I want to post about my night because there was a lot.

A quick summery, there was smoking hookahs at Nazef Hookah Lounge along with dinner. There was male dancers, and by dancers I mean strippers, and my strippers I mean Southern Gentlemen at Kokomoes. And then there was sleeping at this fancy hotel. Then piercings and sushi and birthday wishes and then sleeping and pizza and walking in heels and....*sigh* it was just fucking an awesome birthday.

I think the only thing I was unhappy about was the fact that the kiddo didn't text or call me to wish me a happy bday. I was really disappointed at first but then i thought you know what, Fuck it. Everytime we tried to hang out, he bailed at the very last fucking minute so he clearly didn't give a shit. And now, neither do I.

More to come, each post I think will be a different part of the day.

Yeah this just got awkward

2011-09-26T19:14:00.000-07:00

So today I got to History class early in hopes of using the in class computer so I could listen to music on youtube. Unfortunately I was smacked in the face with two things.

The first being the fact that this 40+year old classmate of mine was sitting, in the dark, in the classroom. fuckmylife. Now I can't listen to music.

Second, the computer was not logged in. The person who usually leaves it logged in either didn't use the computer or logged out because they're fucking spiteful and God hates me. The whole logging in thing wouldn't have been a problem, you know, if it wasn't password protected.

Way to piss on my wounds God. Way to piss on my wounds.

So needless to say there I was, Mocha in hand, left stymied by a motherfucking password. I had nothing to do. I would have left and gone back to my car but unfortunately I had parked next to some kids that had their windows open and were going over their class notes. Aloud. About something horribly uninteresting.

So I stayed and decided to draw on the chalk board. Headsup: Blending via chalk=not possible.

So there I was, doodling and minding my own business when the 40 year old starts talking. I don't know what he started talking about but we started talking about school, and then he asked my major, I said Dental, he nodded and asked what I needed for the transfer. I told him, for ODU: 2 Anatomy, 2 Bio and 2 chem. For VCU, 2 Anatomy, 1 bio and 1 chem. He nodded and then said something uninteresting and strange and I, being the kind soul I am, agreed and carried on the conversation while drawing, making sure not to act interested and to imply that I did NOT want to continue this conversation he was so hellbent on having.

My loss.

He then said something about moving to some part of Eastern Europe, oh, sounds cool, I said, or something like that. He nodded and then proceeded to tell him that he was being kicked out of TCC because he had to many credit hours and was transfering to ODU which was going to kill his bank account and GI bill, which was a problem because than his evil ex-wife was going to try and snag it.

Errrrm.

I didn't say anything, I think I laughed awkwardly and looked away.

Our conversation continued for the next half an hour and everything was fine. Except for the fact that whenever he could, he would throw in some nasty remark about his ex-wife.

At one point he said something about her, and then stopped and added, "That evil fucking bitch"

I was so stunned I didn't really do anything. I mean, what could I do!? Other than shake my head and think, fuckfuckfuckhelp!

This is the second time that I've been stuck in conversation with a man who adds that he's in a nasty divorce with his evil ex-wife.

Each time I've just kind of stared at them and nodded, awkwardly.

Are you people doing this shit on purpose!? D:<

Shit.

Stop this nonsense.

In other news someone posted a link of Rock In Rio 2011 Slipknot style and a huge piece of me, the piece of me that used to love being knocked in the face in the moshpit, the part of me that loves a good heavy metal concert, the part of me that feels utterly ROBBED because her parents said she was to young to stay out all night at the Lunatic Luau when Slipknot was fucking HEADLINING THE FUCK OUT OF THAT SHIT!, is now rearing it's ugly head as I watch their performance of Duality ( a song I genuinely can't stand) live, and Sid Wilson did two stage dives into the crowd. And And And I'm just......

I WAAAAANT TO SEE THEM SOOOO BAAAAD! They sound soooo good, and they still seem to have the energy. Even though I only like their old stuff and Paul Gray is...passed.

And lord knows, after watching this, the poor guys are getting fucking old. Sid will probably continue jumping off high things until the day he dies, but the rest of them, shit son, they're getting old. Poor Shawn "Clown" looks tired up there, although props to him for acting like a crazed 20 year old lunatic, you can see he's a wee bit tired. I mean he's 40 with gray fucking hair. At some point they'll be retiring. There is only so long they can jump around stage like crazed animals for hours at a time. And I think once they lose that energy, there's no going back.

*sigh*

Seriously though, I need to see them live, in person, not on youtube, at least before Corey Taylor leaves (god please no) or Sid Wilson lands wrong on some part of his body. OrOr Mick's mask changes.

In less than 20 minutes, you have 170 comments.

2011-09-22T19:17:00.000-07:00

OK! So my last post was this semi stalkerish crazed "I love you" post to Sid Wilson. Well we're back. But for a different reason.

The reason being Sid's postings.

Sometime tonight Sid Wilson Posted this on his page.

"Gettin ready to board my spaceship and fly down to Rock in Rio! I know I know, spaceship just to go there? But spaceships are so damn cool!" This gets 85 comments after about an hour or so one of which was this..."HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE FAGGEST MEMBER OF SLIPKNOT?" from some kid named Pryme. Now of course if you sit there and blast someone on their own page, it's going to get haters up the fucking ass. Which is exactly what happened.

[WAAAAAAIT...is that even a fucking WORD/Faggest/?!*sigh* epic fail dude]

Only it blew up to epic proportions when Sid decided to repost it asking for fans opinions on the matter. This...igniting a shit-storm of comments. And hilarity.

Now as I mentioned before I love Sid and the reason I love him (apart from his voice and being a camera whore and being hot) he responds to his commenter/fans sometimes. And I'm not going to lie, sometimes I post comments on his statuses, witty ones obviously, hoping that he'll see them and laugh ororor that he'll comment back to me. This has yet to occur. No, No I'm...I'm not sad. No I'm not crying! Stop! But really, there was no need to put this shit as a status Sid.

So this kid makes this comment and a little while later Sid is all. HOMG WTF?! kind of. He posts this. "Rgrmus Pryme thinks I'm the faggest member of Slipknot. What's everyone think about that? Let me know, and more importantly, let him know."

And then, to top it all off he posts this as his status. (This was posted 45 minutes from 10:46 EST) "Rgrmus Pryme thinks I'm the faggest member of Slipknot. What's everyone think about that? Last time I checked I'm pretty fukn bad ass."

["Fukn" Really Sidney? REALLY?! If I knew you I'd fucking slap you]

And this my friends opened a shit-storm of comments. Within 2 minutes of this being up Sid Wilson had 80 comments and counting. I laughed so hard I had to comment. My comment (which came right AFTER [fml] Sid's comment) was "OWNED! hahhaaha"

This kid got torn a new asshole by all of these fans. Most of the comments were unfortunately misspelled, incoherent, and repetitive. (Summery: HOMG PRYME IS THE FAGGOT! U ROCK SID!!! MAGGOT4LYF!") blahblahFUCKINGBLAH.

I continued to laugh when comments like these continued to filter in at an alarming rate and when it occurred to me...we're feeding right into what this Pryme kid probably wanted!

I mean seriously, everyone wants to be recognized by Sid. Hell I do. Some kids put the little "@SID" things before their comments and one guy even told Sid to message him if he READ not commented back but Read his comment.

So how many of us would die of happiness if Sid Wilson (Or anyone you like a lot) not only commented back to you but then put you in his/her fucking STATUS!? (even if it was negative) HELLO! We'd all want that. Probably not with the negative connotation but we'll take the good with the bad am I not right?

So pretty much Sid killed two birds with one stone. The first bird he killed was getting over 200 "HOMG U FUKING ROCK SID I LOVE U" comments in less than an hour. Which I'm sure filled his ego meter to overflowing. And he also managed to make this kid Pryme the most popular kid Ever! And no one fucking knows who the fuck he is!

And needless to say it did not occur to anyone that this is probably what the kid wanted in the first place. Attention. Negative or otherwise. He got the attention of NOT ONLY Sid fucking Wilson himself but also of about 300 or so fans.

Seriously though, the comments were fucking hilarious. I stayed up there and continually refreshed my page just to read them. And comment on them.

Hilarity.

Dear Sid Wilson

2011-09-14T19:48:00.000-07:00

Or rather dear your facebook fan page? No, Dear you, Sidney Wilson, because you're (Not "your") actually on your facebook fan page, I have become utterly fascinated/obsessed/crazy stalker like with your FB page. And I really just don't know why. But my guess is because I find it nice that the page that is dedicated to you, you actually run. You post on it, you update it, You RESPOND to it.

I find this surprising and interesting. Which I think is why I'm constantly visiting it to see what new things you've posted (even if it's about...I don't know, going to sleep or eating fucking...CoCo Puffs for breakfast [wait, do you eat CoCo Puffs for breakfast?!]) Never the less I find it refreshing and interesting that you respond to your fans. Sometimes.

Which is more than I can say for other fan pages. Most of the time people leave comments to their "Idols" or whatever they call you people these days, and the actual person (you) never respond. But you do. Which makes me feel like you not only give two shits about what we, your fans, have to say, but you also realize how important we are to your paycheck and financial well being.

It also humanizes you. It brings you down to our level. No longer are you some DJing God from Slipknot or just DJing God as yourself (DJ Starscream) you're Sid Wilson, That guy from Des Moines (And fuck you blogger spellcheck. "Moines" is fucking spelled right.) who walks around covered in Tattoos of numerous things (including but not limited to Autobots and Decepticons, and "Must Kill") on his body through the super market looking for fresh bread and milk.

I also can't stop thinking about you because you're fucking hot! (I choose to ignore the fact that you're like....12/13 years older than me and probably have a long time girlfriend/significant other[I ignore this because it ruins my fantasies])

Never the less, I appreciate it. I appreciate the time and general respect you give us, your fans.

Sincerely,

your fan who stalks you on facebook but probably wouldn't if you didn't post and respond to comments so damn much.
Rebekah Mae.

Or.

2011-09-12T19:57:00.000-07:00

So my parents have decided to pack up and leave this shit hole. YES! They're aiming for the end of June or July of next year.

My plan is to either be at VCU in the fall and spring and then spend my summers in Or.

Or to wait a year and then just go to school in Or.

I have to admit, I am terrified, mainly because I hate change and I'll miss my friends terribly but I'm even more excited for new people and new cities and new everything.

In other news I wrote this review on my blog a couple of years ago about EF college break. And I admit it was a harsh review but I don't regret one word I've typed. Never the less I had no idea that it was still to this day being read. Apparently no one feels like posting EF reviews? I don't know but my post pops up on the first page of google when you google EF College break reviews.

I'm stunned to be honest. Especially at the comments I'm getting on it. 9 so far, three I think are mine. One of the people who's commented on my post "Anonymous" is rather an angry feisty one. I get the feeling that they are a she, and the more I read her(?) her fiery comments the more I laugh and think 1. calm the fuck down it is not that serious. and 2. I wonder what she's(?) like in real life.

But it got me wondering because sometimes I get views and I'm wondering if it's because people find that review and then get nosy to see what other negative things I write about.

Which is a whole lot of NOTHING nowadays. Mainly because I'm back in school and I actually plan on getting all A's this semester. that and my life has become so horribly repetitive that I no longer feel the need to write about anything.

I used to write about my customers at where I work, and although they are still ridiculously small town ignorant fucktards who refuse to watch their kids, clean up after themselves, or use common fucking knowledge when it comes to the simplest of things; and even though "Moaning Myrtle" is still....Moaning fucking Myrtle (only Myrtle has actually gotten worse) there have been no outrageous stories to post about.

And the stories that I would like to post about I can't because I actually like being employed and I also want to have a chance at getting a better job in the future.

It's sad really. My life has become NIN's "Everyday is Exactly the Same" on motherfucking REPEAT!

No Title.

2011-07-11T09:04:00.000-07:00

This summer has become quite possibly the worst summer in the history of summers. Not only has the drama at work bubbled up and exploded in my face with a wicked vengeance, causing two two weeks notices from my fellow friends, it has also managed to be by far the hottest summer I've encountered with the WORST professors in the history of man.

Well actually only one professor was horrible, the other one was just spiteful.

Leading to me dropping her Anatomy course, thereby waving goodbye to the lovely Ireland vacation I had planned for myself if I got good grades in this course.

Sad times America, Sad sad times. But on the bright side I fully intend to take the days that I had asked off for my Ireland trip and either go to Pittsburgh or Chicago with my friend. I'm leaning towards Pittsburgh because there's an APC concert there and also the filming of The Dark Knight Rises. Which in turn means that somewhere in that city both Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Tom Hardy will be walking around.

My panties get wet just by thinking about it. *sigh*

On the other hand, APC is also going to be in Chicago, the filming of Man of Steel is there oh and also, it's fucking CHICAGO! Pittsburgh < Chicago.

But then.... Joseph Gordon-Levitt And Tom Hardy >>>>> Henry Cavelle (or however you spell his name)

Needless to say I will most definitely be taking a vacation, just not out of the country like I had planned.

But it will be cheaper, giving me more money for the....

NEW YORK CITY TRIP MY FRIENDS AND I ARE PLANNING FOR MY 21st BIRTHDAAAAAAY!!!

Yeah I know. It's fucking perfect.

Except that four of my classes fall on a fucking Monday. And my birthday is on a Sunday. And I don't plan on leaving early so...

And speaking of classes Guess who just found out that I need 12 credits in order to still have my parents health insurance? Yeah me. So needless to say I've been scrounging around desperately trying to find another class so that I can have full credit hours. After this semester of Microbiology (shoot me plz) History of Western Civ II, Anatomy and Phys.( just bury me) and Literature, I will be taking a bunch of bullshit classes that will only count as electives because the Dental program for VCU (my college of choice) will only require me to take my last A&P class and a Chem class. Hello, that's only 8 credits people. 8! what else am I going to do for the next 4?

This school thing is really killing me here. Along with this heat! So I'm leaving to take another nap, because that is really the only way to get through the DAY part of the summer.

The Move

2011-06-21T18:33:00.000-07:00

So as I'm sure I've mentioned before, I hate The Military state. No I loathe it here. Everytime I walk out my front door I want to dig my heart out with a spork.

So you think, how about you move? And believe me I've thought about it, I've thought about packing my shit and enrolling in every dental school out of state from either sides of the coasts but I can't afford it. Or rather, my parents can't afford it, and I'm all about not having school loans. So I'm stuck in a state school. But then, when I'm done am I totally running as far away as I possibly can. The places I've thought about running to are Portland Or., New York City, Washington State, San Fran Cali or Berkeley (right near the University.). Those are where I want to go. My heart and soul is set on Portland Or. because it is really the only place I can see myself being able to afford.

However in the back of my mind I'm horrified of leaving. Mainly because of my parents. My parents always said they would die here. They would build their dream house, with all of their animals, live off of the land and die here. I accepted this. And thus in my thoughts for wanting to move away I could never really get passed the fact that my parents would still be on the other side of the US. And it sucked. It made me not really want to move.
I also didn't want to leave because I love the trees here. I love driving down my street and having this long huge canopy of trees sheltering me. It's the same way on the freeways. It's gorgeous.

Oh and there is my fear or getting lose in new places but that is beside the point.

The point is, even though I've always wanted to move, I've never really seen myself getting any further then Maryland just because of my parents. And money.

Well....The other day my parents and I were talking and I mentioned how I would like to move to Portland Or. or Washington State because there are trees there, it's on the West coast, it's not here with these God Awful people in this shit hole of a state and it rains a lot in Washington (and I like that); I mentioned this and my mother said to me "Oh you'd like to move to Organ? I never knew that....I could possibly see moving there."

I thought she was fucking with me, but she was being serious. My parents are no longer happy here. They no longer really want to live here for the rest of their lives, and they're willing to move. After my dad whores the GI Bill and graduates from College.

But this news has got me all excited because this means, there is a slight possibility (I say slight because they might never move and my dad is taking back his agreement to be willing to move in the future) that my dreams of leaving this shit hole behind (while keeping in contact with my close friends who are unfortunate enough to live here) might actually come true.

I'm excited, even though it's like a 20% chance of happening and if it did it wouldn't be until two years from now. But just the possibility is awesome.

Being 10lbs lighter

2011-06-19T15:39:00.000-07:00

Is AWESOOOOOME! Especially in two weeks. Mahahahaha

30lbs left until I reach my goal weight.

F-F-F-FOXY! SHAZAAAAAAAAM!!

2011-06-03T19:39:00.000-07:00

Oh and Panic! At the Disco was there too.

Actually they were the headliner but in comparison to Foxy.....no wait there is no comparison.

(CAA if you're reading, just stop yourself right now. Actually you should have stopped right at the title)

I'm glad I got to the NorVa by at the start time, I figured that Foxy Shazam was bigger then the band Fun! thus Fun would be opening.

I was horribly wrong. Never the less, I got there in time and became utterly excited when Foxy Shazam's Eric Nally walked on stage wearing a frilled out bright red button down shirt and began crooning something. It was bazaar and I was confused, at first I thought he was possibly announcer but then I recognized him and just became even more confused.

Until they broke out into their song "Yes Yes Yes!" And My heart skipped a beat and my knees went weak and I started screaming and dancing like a teenibopper. It was horribly embarrassing. But not as embarrassing as when they played Oh Lord right after. Now that I sang to. Mainly because that is my all time favorite song of theirs.

I wish I could describe everything that happened on stage but I can't. Mainly because my brain had been earlier fried by A&P classes and Oh my God there was just so much going on. I was literally standing on my tip toes, moving my head around like a bobble head trying to see everything Eric Nally was doing.

There was a hand stand for ten seconds, there was running around, rolling all over stage. And then this happened.

It all started with him running around and getting to close to the monitors which caused Horrible feedback. Which drove everyone crazy, including him. After one of their songs he immediately asked for them to turn off the monitors after which he asked The crowd for some cigarettes. Someone tossed him some and he picked out one....two....three...four! Cigs, placed them in his mouth and lit them. Every last one. I was stunned. He was not only smoking INSIDE the NorVa but also smoking four cigs! Holy shit. He later asked for his merchandise manager to give him $350 dollars worth of Merch money.
Oooh?! Really?

I thought he would be getting tons of T-shirts or something to toss out. I was wrong, the Manager handed him $350 in cash. Oh shit. He's throwing out caaaash!! W00t.

He addressed us all and asked if we wanted Free money. Of course we do! HEllO! Toss away my skinny four cig smoking performer friend. Toss away.

And he did. HE tossed out money to the moshpit.....AS HE TORE IT IN HALF LIKE A CRAZED ANIMAL! I was stunned. And then I laughed. I laughed so hard I thought I was choke. I began to cheer and laugh. IT was hilarious. I could hear the cheering, the laughter but most of all the horror and confusion by most of the people around me.

Jokes on you bitch.

After smoking his four cigs down a bit he walked around the stage and then out of nowhere, I saw him open his mouth, and eat the cigarettes.

No I'm not lying. He actually fucking ate them. I saw him do it. I saw the red sparked from the burned ends fly everywhere. I watched as he spent the next 10 minutes spitting out bits of Cigarettes.

After consuming the Cigs Foxy Shazam broke out into another song at which point Eric began motioning for a lighter. It took him a while to get one but he did. He still had some cash left and as soon as I saw him catch that lighter I knew the rest of the cash didn't stand a chance.

And it didn't. He lit that shit on fire real quick. I began to laugh hysterically. Mainly at the two guys behind me who where utterly confused and horrified at what they were seeing. They both looked at me like I was crazy.

Panic! Came on after Fun played. Fun was okay, I could have done without them but it's whatever. Panic! knows how to put on a show, they sounded really good and they had good energy but I really don't think anything will ever top Foxy's show.

Oh and the lead singer for Panic! confirmed that Eric Nally does eat Cigs. He said that they'll be talking and he'll randomly just eat one. He says he enjoys watching it every time he does it.

I could how this might be enjoyable.

YOU LIED!

2011-05-21T19:05:00.000-07:00

You sir, are a liar, thus I think we are through.

In other news. The Rapture was supposed to happen tonight.

*cricket* *cricket*

Yeah. What a big fucking disappointment. I was really looking forward to watching all of these jesus bible thumping lovers getting sucked into the sky. *sigh*

Another day maybe?

OR FUCKING NEVER!

But in all seriousness, if the rapture had happened, (excluding the fact that this world would supposedly be thrown into chaos) I was really looking forward to just...peace. Not hearing all of these people preach about God and Jesus. I was looking forward to working on Sundays and NOT watching people come in in their sunday best, and then sit there and judge me because I'm working and not at church.

Uh didn't God say something about not shopping on Sunday? I dont know. I don't read that book, every time I touch it, it burns my skin.

Needless to say, I'm sitting here, unhappy.

Maybe next time right?

Adele Rising.

2011-05-21T12:45:00.000-07:00

A new singer Songwriter (to America) has hit the airwaves with full force and it has made me both happy and sad. Adele, a singer from London(?) has just recently gotten airplay via the american radio stations. Usually I would be really very excited about this. In fact Last year? the year before that when she came out with her Album 19, I found myself praying for her to make it big in America. I desperately wanted to hear her soulful voice float through my radio speakers. I hated the fact that the US had yet to recognize such a talent.

Well my prayers (even though I actually don't pray) have been answered. When Adele released her song "Running in the Deep" from her newest album "21" I flipped. I was so excited. I remember hearing 96x(ugh) play it on the radio(before the whole Cut Mike and Bob off the air) and I was so excited. My heart skipped a beat and I turned up my radio all the way up. I instantly fell in love with the song. Every time I heard it on the radio I got excited.

Now, not so much. Adele has taken the US airwaves with her hit song " Running in the Deep" By force. That song is EVERYWHERE! I can no longer go to a station and not hear it. Often I'll go from hearing it on 100.5 to turning to 93.7 bob FM and hearing it two seconds later. It's so frustrating. I almost wish she'd stop being played on the radio.

someone....

2011-04-24T19:10:00.000-07:00

Needs to buy me this

Audi white 07

07 white Audi A4.

Its gorgeous, I need it, I want it.

And you should help me get it.

Now that I've calmed down some...

2011-04-17T19:41:00.000-07:00

Well actually I haven't really I've just become numb. Never the less last monday? or someday over the week I was listening to my favorite station (the only alternative rock station in the military state) when I heard a DJ say " The new 96x" And I thought to myself....say what now? what's new about it? Nothing. They're still playing the same music they always have.

A few hours later as I was cruising through the stations I heard Pink (whom I loathe) playing over the radio, quickly I turned it off but not before thinking..Hey....Alternative music should be playing on that preset. Not Pink. Quickly I flipped back to the preset and looked and saw to my horror that 96x was playing PINK! HOMG NO WAY! why? why in gods name would they stoop to such a low level? They were perfect the way they were.

A few days go by and as I'm going on my normal 630am driving to school routine, I notice something. I notice that Mike and Bob are no longer on the radio. I think nothing of this and brush it off as vacation time for the both of them. It happens, It's happened before and it will happen again.

Two days later at the start of the week, I am waiting for their return only I hear music. and nothing else all morning long. I tell my mother about the format change and she asks if this means no more Mike and Bob. I say..what?! No way they're still here.......

Then it dawns on me. They haven't been on the radio for about a week. No one has even name dropped them like they usually do, saying whether they're on vaca or not. So quickly I go 96x's facebook page where I see angry, hurt, annoyed, furious, curse word filled comments all over their page. And the only thing everybody is upset about is the sudden, with no warning, departure of The Mike and Bob show. A show that has been on the air since I was at least 11. Giving it a span of over decade.

I am horrified. Utterly horrified. The Mike and Bob show has been traded in so that the SinClaire publications can get fatter checks.

(more on this later)

Finally!

2011-04-12T19:05:00.000-07:00

Finally I beat my mother in Scrabble. I crushed her with my handicap. And without my handicap....I still totally beat her.
*pats self on the back*

See you may think..."Lame" but seriously my mother is very competitive and kind of a poor loser when it comes to losing Scrabble. This I believe is the first game she's lost in my 20 years of breathing.

Oh and did I mention that my mother also happens to be a walking dictionary? Because she is. It's rather distressing.

Other then that nothing has been happening in my life, or rather shit tons have been happening I just can't type about them because..I can get into trouble.
Which means I'm actually going to have grab a real pen and write in a thing they call a journal.

Oh and I'm taking summer classes...AGAIN. yes, yes that is steam pouring from my ears out of rage that I am yet again stuck in this shithole with all of these shitty ass small town ignorant redneck wannabe ghetto fucks.
But I keep telling myself that...in three semesters I will be done with this hell hole and off! I will either be in Maryland or Richmond. Hopefully Richmond though. Working on my degree and after which I will be making mad bank. Oh and before I move to either Maryland or Richmond I'll be taking the longest fucking vacation ever! And it will be out of the country. And it will involve friends, new people, loads of alcohol and men. tons of sexy men.

So...

2011-03-16T20:09:00.000-07:00

Somebody/some rapper named Nate Dogg died today. Or something. I don't know but my "news feeds" (though they hardly count as news)on the Book of Faces (Facebook) are flooded with "HOMG NATE DOGG IS DEAD" and "RIP NATE DOGG!"

I feel like I'm missing something important here guys.

I feel like I'm a bad black person because I'm utterly confused about this whole ordeal.

I feel especially bad because all of my white friends are all "HOMG NATE DOGG DIED" and I'm all "Who?" "Is he possibly related to Snoop Dogg? Because they seem to both have a fondness for misspelling the word 'Dog'.

Foxy ShaZAM!

2011-03-15T19:46:00.000-07:00

Is coming to the NorVa June 2nd.

I'm excited.

Panic! At the Disco....can shove it. kind of.

This is looking to be a semi good summer for concerts.

First BSB at the end of May and then Foxy right at the beginning of June.

"Backstreet's back ALRIGHT"

2011-03-09T16:36:00.000-08:00

*ahem* >_>

<_<

I apparently have 6 followers. That's 2 more then I had before so...GO ME! Oh and to my six followers....don't fucking judge me when I say....

I STILL FUCKING LOVE BSB (BACKSTREET BOYS) WITH ALL OF MY HEART AND SOUL OK

Yeah I see you with your eyes, making your judgments on me. Don't hate because I'm still heartbroken that Nick Carter got fat and ugly and that AJ became this fucking alcoholic drugged up mess. (well back when I was 7 he was...I have no idea about now)

Never the less a while back the kiddo told me he was going to see them in DC.

And I was all like...HOMG YOU'RE FUCKING SHITTING ME RIGHT NOW!!! CAN I TAG ALONG?

And he was like..."Bitch what the fuck why would I shit about that? And no you can't tag along I'm going with my girlfriend" *does talk to the hand motion* (not really but that's how it felt over texts)

and honestly...who want's to be the third wheel on that car ride? not me, so I was super happy to be all..."Ok great have fun and you better appreciate it."

And at first I was sad because I was like...I'll have no one to drive up to DC with me so I can't go, plus I hate driving in DC it kind of makes me want dig my spleen out with a plastic spoon.

And so I was feeling all sad for myself until I actually looked up the tour dates and I saw ......BSB IS FUCKING COMING TO BALTIMOREEEEEEEE....Which is totally considered driver friendly for me since I've driven down those confusing fucking one way streets that garmin tells you to drive down the wrong way on. And I've made it out alive!! hello

And I'd say I had another plus which would be that my cousin lives there but she moved to...wait I'm not telling you, you fucking creeper, so anyways she moved away from Baltimore so it's a waste of time but....

Baltimore....totally driver friendly. closer? Uh I think. I don't know I've never actually paid attention when I'm driving there, I think so but who knows. Honestly when I drive there I just kind of want to die, it's horribly stressful, mainly because I don't know where I'm going, Garmin is always lying to me and my mother is usually yelling at me from the passanger seat saying I'm going to fast WHEN IN FUCKING REALITY PEOPLE ARE PASSING ME IN BOTH THE LEFT AND THE RIGHT LANES HELLO!

So anyways....Backstreet boys are coming to Baltimore on May 29th and tomorrow I'm asking off because I have to go to this show. Even if it means going alone. Or maybe I'll pay my mom to drive me and drop me off. I have no idea, but whether I go alone or with someone I need to go.

Mainly because this has been a childhood dream of mine. AND I HAVE TO GO OK!

So stop judging me.

In other news...I watched....Tropic Thunder tonight.

a movie I swore I'd never watch, but I did because my mother rented it from Netflix and it wasn't half bad. It wasn't amazing, it would have been better without Jack Black. I fucking hate him and everything he does. Tom Cruise was awesome in it though. And Matthew MaCahandwbuidwe Or whatever his fucking last name is, wasn't playing some rich single ladies man like he always is *eyeroll*

Still though out of the four movies I've seen this week. RED was the BEST movie, if you haven't seen it, just...just drop what you're doing and go rent it.

You're welcome.

And rent The Losers when you're out too because that wasn't all that bad either.

Knight and Day...Meh. Funny, but...not amazing. Tropic Thunder was better then Knight and Day but..not better then the Losers and it certainly isn't better then RED.

the end.

Ps. I can't believe 6 people out there follow me. *tear* I...I feel loved. Really.

I love you. In a totally none creeper way. :D

So on one hand I hate Charlie Sheen...

2011-03-02T15:09:00.000-08:00

But on another hand I am enjoying his public meltdown just as much as the next red-blooded american. :) And I'm enjoying this a little more then the Mel Gibson Tapes.
Mainly because someone came up with a mad-lib of some of the crazy shit Charlie has been saying.
Charlie Sheen mad-lib. winning.

"I am on a drug. It’s called Rebekah Mae. If you try it once, you will Skin monkeys. Your vagina will melt off, and your Aunt Jackie will Dance over your Pummeled body … I’m tired of pretending like I’m not mama grizzly—a total freaking Therapist from Pluto. I’ve got Panda blood, Thor DNA! … They picked a fight with a Dog-faced Alien. They’re trying to take all my Buildings and leave me with no means to Jump my family. It’s not chemistry! They owe me an apology while cuppingmy Balls … I don’t think people are ready for the Sarah Palin I’m delivering, and delivering with a sense of mean love. I exposed Tables to magic! Here’s your mucus test. Next one goes in your stomach !”

I feel like a winner already.

Driving with my mother is amazing.

2011-02-26T17:34:00.000-08:00

(A short conversation we had while I was driving us to Richmond for a demonstration.)

*Me driving* Mom: HOMG YOU"RE GOING 75 MILES AN HOUR!!! >:O SLOW DOWN!
Me: Ma! Everybody is PASSING ME! wtf?!
Mom: Then move over to the right! >:O
Me: Ma if I go ANY slower we WILL get run over!
Mom: No we won't now SLOW DOWN

(Four hours later?)
*Mom's driving* Me: WTF! Mom you're driving 75 miles an hour!
mom: lol...yeaaah. These people really do drive fast...
Me: SLOW DOWN! :P
Mom: No way! I'll get ran over. Plus, I can drive 75 miles an hour, it's YOU I don't want driving 75.

Priceless.

Strange things happen when I wear my work shirt.

2011-02-25T20:43:00.000-08:00

I mean really, when I wear my blue work shirt strange things just happen.

And awkward things too.

At first I thought that the lady who handed me the phone while I was working, to take her daughters taco bell order was the strangest.

But I was wrong, I highly underestimated the people of my bumfuck of a town.

Yesterday (thursday) I was on my break, and I had just parked my car near Subway (eat fresh!). When I parked my car I saw a lady standing in front of the truck I had just parked next to.

I thought nothing of it and got out.

She then said hello and proceeded to say... "Hey, do you think you can stand here and watch my babies while I go and run into subway and pay for our sandwiches?"
Me: O_O *blankest shocked stare of life.
Her: Please! I really don't want to have to take all of them out of the truck just to get our sandwiches...." puppy eyes*
Me: Suuuure. <_< >_>

I mean but really, what could I have said? I could have said no but that would have been a really dickish move. And I figured since I could watch her from the big ass windows that encase subway if she totally tried to do something sketch I could.....I have no idea. but still.

Awkwardddddd

ITS SO PERFECT!!!

2011-02-18T21:14:00.000-08:00

Electric Blue Honda Civic Si (four door w/ spoiler!) Only I need to be taught how to drive stick lolol

Seriously though. Craigslist is just "Oho"ing me right now. Craigslist stop torturing me with utter perfection! >:O

Scrabble with my mother...

2011-02-18T20:15:00.000-08:00

Equals WORD DEATH. Because she comes up with words like "Yegg" Yeah Y'all 'Yegg"is a fucking word. And then, and then she builds "Jades" off of it. So she gets points for "Jades" and "Yeggs" And she sits there laughing and asking if we want to challenge her. So I totally challenged her on Yegg and guess what....I fucking LOST! "Yegg" is a British word for someone who cracks safes. but is a criminal. Or something

And then she puts down Rana. And is all like.."HOMG Rana is a word it's like an Indian princess or something" and of course Dad and I are like.... -.- LIES! and Mom's like..."Would you like to challenge me? *evil grin* and so we don't because we're still bummed about losing to "Yegg" and come to find out...Rana IS NOT A FUCKING WORD! But because we didn't challenge her it stays up there and she keeps the points. And then and THEN she puts an "S" on it! WTFWTFWTF

High lights of the game.

Dad: *After "Zed" is put one letter space above "Yeggs"* *giggle* would...would you put "Zog" if you were a White Supremacist?

Mom: Hmmmm Well....Maybe. I mean it'd be pretty hard for me to put "Ni**ers" down....but...if I did put "Ni**ers" down it would be a seven letter word...I'd be hard pressed not to put that down on the board actually.

Dad: Homg lol could you imagine, Rebekah with all of her white friends playing Scrabble and she puts down "Ni**ers" and no one challenges her because they're to shocked and embarrassed?
(Everyone laughs hysterically)
-------

*Mom put down "Oho" on the board. Dad and I are most unhappy*

Mom: *reads definition from the Websters Dictionary* " 'Oho' To taunt."

Dad: You mean like to taunt a person by putting down 'Oho' on the Scrabble board and then asking if they want to challenge it?"

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*I put down 'QUI+(blank stone)' onto 'ZED' and get 'QUIZZED'*
Everyone:Ooooh nice. :)
Dad: "Hmmm and you can't add anything onto that Q....."

Mom: "Squizzed?" *giggle snort*

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*Game is over Mom and I have the same score of 249 (I have an 80 point Handicap though D: )*

Mom: Ooooh It's a Tie for 1st place....*looks at dad* LOSER!!!

Dad: .....So Unfair. -.-

A picture of our Scrabble board at the end.

Oh and "Bane" I don't remember who spelled that but I remember them wondering if they could then add the 'Ur" to make 'urbane" Seriously you guys. wtf?

How unfortunate....

2011-02-16T10:33:00.000-08:00

This library, the TCC library is currently killing me in more ways then one. On one hand it's horribly hot in here as it always is. So hot that I feel that if I happened to be a thing of chocolate I would melt. Right here, into a big chocolate puddle on the carpet. The library is also driving me crazy by the fact that there is absolutely no eye candy whatsoever. I'm starting to think that maybe there just aren't any cute guys here at all. Instead it's filled with....average people. And yes I admit to be average but I do like to look at people who are "above" average. :)

But the main reason the library is driving me bat shit crazy is because I'll be damned the internet is FUCKING SLOOOOOOOOOOWER then dirt. In fact not even because I think that if the wind picked up and moved the dirst on the ground it would move faster then this internet. which is just insane however it happens to be because there are a shit ton of people here, as usual. Which makes me not want to find a couch in the back somewhere to sleep.

Usually I'd be in my car, eating my subway sandwich, enjoying life, however due to the fact that my dad's truck is now currently in the shop due to it spewing out this sweet smell I'm now stuck, without a car. Alone. :( Actually I'm always alone but I find it less annoying to be alone in the car, eating my lunch while listening to the music then to be sitting in here typing pointless jibber jabber no one will ever read. Hell not even me.

in other news how the fuck could I have missed the fact that the movie "I love you Phillip Morris" is out!? HUH?!

V-daaay

2011-02-11T20:52:00.001-08:00

Is a waste of money and time. And I'm not just saying that because I'm single. I hated this "Holiday" when I was with someone (whooo it's been a hot ass minute y'all) and when I'm single.

I hate it when I'm in a relationship because then I get all of these pointless fucking gifts thrown at me, like roses that are way over-priced and that will die in a week, chocolate that will make me fat and usually I don't like it. (Godiva and Lindt are where it's at) And then I feel like I have to go and trim myself up all nice, put on a pair of heels, buy some skimpy outfit for the bedroom scene and then have sex with my man. Oh yes, waaay romantic you guys.

And then when I'm single I just have to see all of the stupid pointless shit everywhere, the teddy bears, then hearts, the pink and red things, the jewelery....etc.

It's all just such a waste.

Best Greeting card I've ever heard.
" Hey Baby I was going to buy you two dozen red roses but they're to damn expensive! But my loving's free *points to crotch* you're welcome. - Dan Cummins.

I now

2011-01-28T15:51:00.001-08:00

live in a house! And not a trailer!

This is looking to be a good year

Kissing the Pavement.

2011-01-11T14:03:00.000-08:00

So at first I thought I'd write about each day and how it all went down however after reading my latest post I was so bored by my horrible writing I almost fell asleep and contemplated deleting it. but then I was like...no fuck that I'm to lazy to find the delete button.

So instead I've opted to tell you a very blurry version of my new years. oh and I'm also going to tell you how I got stuck in an elevator for 30 minutes and didn't hold my head up high. At all.

The Elevator.
I've always thought of myself as a relatively brave person. I imagined that I would be the only person not crying and screaming if someone came at me with a gun and held me hostage while they robbed a bank. So you can imagine my surprise as I stood in a broken down elevator, two and a half floors ABOVE my intended floor, starting to panic and cry.

I hadn't noticed anything was wrong until I looked up to see that the elevator had highlighted the 5 button and then stopped. My first thought was why the fuck am I on floor 5 when I should be on floor 3? And then I thought, why have I suddenly stopped? Quickly I pushed the emergency button and waited. All the while talking to myself, telling my nerves to calm down. After about the longest minute of my life I heard a british voice from beyond the elevator door.
"You all right?"
"Yes I'm fine." -I most certainly was not.
"Okay how many of there are you?"
"Just me."
"Ah, is this the girl that came down to fix her key card?"
"Yeah"
"Ahhh ok well don't worry we'll get you out soon ok"
"Ok."

I then began to hear many voices on the other side, along with the sounds of buttons being pushed, the sound of the elevator refusing to respond, (With every noise the elevator made without responding I started to picture it suddenly turning itself on only to fall at an alarming rate to the bottom only to land in a burst of flames that would engulf and kill me.) annoyance, scraping, more voices, and then I saw a light being shined through the doors. And then I heard this and my mind imploded.

"What's going on?!"
"Don't know it's not responding."
"So we can't open the doors then?"
"No.."
"Why? We just got this fixed."
"It won't open it's doors because....*voice softens* She'snotonafloor."
"What do you mean she's not on a floor?!"
"I mean it stopped between two floors."
"Shit."

I probably wouldn't have burst into a fit of silent tears if I hadn't of heard this, but I did. And as soon as I heard that I was stuck between two floors my mind began to race and I began to imagine my friends wondering where I was with the Chicago tickets. I began to imagine a scene I saw that I kind of remember from Resident Evil where a lady gets stuck in the elevator doors and then the elevator moves and it pops off. I began to imagine people finding my shriveled up body, dead, after days of not being able to get the elevator doors apart. I then began to think that maybe they would get the doors open only to find that I had about three inches of space to crawl out of. And then, even after shaking my head furiously and talking to myself I gave up all hope, collapsed on the floor and began to silently cry. Because I'm a fucking pussy.
The hotel manager, who was on the other side of the door, tried to keep me calm but I had already surrendered my sanity and I refused to believe that he and his men would be able to rescue me from the bowels of the demon elevator that was determined to have my life.

20 minutes later they pried the doors open. And I found myself feeling stupid as I stared down only to see that I was about a foot off of the ground. Clearly nothing like I had imagined, but still shook up I demanded to know exactly where the stairs were as I was escorted to my room.

That evening I went to see Chicago with some friends, and oh my god was it fucking amazing.

Kissing The Pavement.
New years eve was kind of a blur. It all started with Double A and I buying two bottles of orange soda, a bottle of rum and a six pack of Strongbow. Two cups of Rum and orange soda and a strongbow later we were stumbling off to The Verve.
When we arrived we were greeted by a shit ton of people, and black and gold masks.
Excited we all ran downstairs and were greeted by a table for six in a dark corner, a bar, loud music, and three drunk people dancing. Three. We were crushed. Never the less we ordered drinks and then a pitcher. After drinking some of us staggered upstairs to the main floor to find it almost completely empty. Heavy hearted we went back downstairs, danced by ourselves and drank what was left of our pitcher.

After that it all get's a little fuzzy. There were several trips to the bathroom, drinks bought, drinks had, dancing everywhere. As the night went on, I saw my new roommates come into the club, I saw the people we came in with, and then some. I saw three new girls I had never met, one from Sweden the other two I don't remember.
And then time slipped by me. Next thing I knew double A and I were outside of the club, and I couldn't walk in my four inch boot heels anymore so I took them off. I remember stumbling in my socks through the streets of London, worrying about stepping on all of the broken beer bottles in the street. Before this though I don't actually remember and my guess is because I "kissed the pavement." By this I mean I passed out cold and fell flat on my fucking face, and hard, against the street. Apparently everybody panicked and wondered if I had a concussion. Mainly because I didn't get up for a minute or so. I don't remember this at all but this has happened to me before. Last time I remember it happening was the first time I went to Europe, I was partying hard in Corfu and I was being lead outside by this super hot guy and the next thing I knew I just fell over, flat on my face. I remember thinking, Oh hey, I'm falling. Oh shit I should brace- *POW* Fall face first into the cement ground. and then proceeded to laugh hysterically.

Never the less I fell, hard, into the ground. Somewhere in there Double A and I entered a restaurant to get me some water, I got my water but was rudely interrupted when they told us to get out. there was yelling and screaming and I started speaking french. I drank my water and told them to go fuck themselves as I stumbled out and Double A and I walked around trying to find a metro station. At this point in the morning there were shit tons of people in the streets, and by shit tons of people I mean like..homg thousands of people, everywhere, trying to get into the metro. and cops, everywhere. Not really doing anything. ( they kind of reminded me of when my city cops are told to direct traffic. They don't, they just stand there staring into space. Every now and again making hand movements.) I remember falling again, and refusing to get up as Double A yelled at me to get off my ass because if I didn't someone was going to notice and then the cops were going to come and then an ambulance. A cop showed up and asked if I was ok. Double A really told me to get up and so I did. my eyes half opened. At some point I sat down and waited for Double A to come back from where ever he had run off to and I lost one of my shoes, I remember seeing where it landed, and then watching it get kicked, and then thinking I'll get that later, only I didn't. Because the time between that event and staring at my hotel door is completely gone from my memory bank. In fact if I believed in teleportation (And fuck you Spell check Teleportation is a fucking word!) I'd say we teleported back to our hotel. Never the less I was left standing in front of my room, holding my key card in hand only to find that I couldn't get into my room. So, mentally beat by a door, and tired beyond belief and still horribly drunk. I proceeded to sit down in front of my hotel door. And I was going to get up after I had gathered myself only, I passed out. And woke up at some point, stumbled downstairs, asked for a new key card and managed to not only NOT get stuck in an elevator again, but I also managed to get into my room.

The end.

Actually it isn't the end because I ended up telling myself to pack all of my shit together so I did, piss drunk, and I ended up throwing my wallet and camera into my bag. All before passing out on my bed, only to wake up a couple of hours later to find my pockets empty. thus, inducing myself into a panic thinking that while I had been passed out in the hallway I had been pick pocketed. Awesome.

I later found my camera and wallet after I unpacked my things in Paris, France.

Day 1

2011-01-06T09:30:00.000-08:00

After fighting my way through security at the airport I got on the plane for a short ride to Dulles. It was wonderfully painless and I patted myself on the back and prayed to god that the next seven hour flight I had would be just as painless. I also prayed that the extremely hot guy who happened to be on my flight would sit next to me.

I had no such luck. And because God is an asshole he not only stuck the extremely hot guy DIRECTLY behind me, but he also then stuck a huge (semi overweight) six foot tall guy right next to me. Now normally I wouldn't care, except that this guy had huge arms and because he was so big he naturally took up both of the arm rest space. And though I again, wouldn't have had a problem with this, the arm rest that separated us also housed the controls to my tv set. So there I was, one arm rest, the super hot guy sitting directly behind me so I couldn't really see him at all, unless I sat straight up and did a 90 degree turn like the creeper that I am (I did this at least four times, acting like I was stretching.) and with absolutely no hope of gaining control over my own tv because every time I turned around the guys arm was covering my controls. Causing the volume to be turned up and down. Causing the channel to be changed. ALL. OF. THE. TIME.

Periodically I would angrily poke his large arm with my fingernails and he would suddenly jump and ask the same stupid question "oh am I covering your controls? Sorry."

2 seconds later....his arms are right back over my controls. I gave up after an hour and a half of watching that boring movie Eat.Pray. Love. and went to sleep. When I woke up six hours later I wanted to kill myself.

At this point in the trip we were descending and the pressure in the cabin had built up so much that it felt like someone had shoved some sharp object into my right ear. I sat there trying everything I could, holding my nose and blowing, yawning, to relieve the pressure but nothing worked. In fact the harder I tried the worse it seemed to get until about half an hour before we landed I found myself trying to fill out my landing card but not being able to due to the fact that I was now violently shaking! I was in so much pain I was shaking my head back and forth, rocking back and forth, unable to hold my pen steady as I tried to fill our the card. Eventually I just gave up and lay my head against the window and started crying. I could see my ear drum imploding due to the massive amount of pressure it was under. I couldn't hear anything and I couldn't think. I was just shaking and praying for death. Or just pressure relief. Never in my life have I ever felt that much pain in my ear.

I spent the next 13 hours or so partially def, while simultaneously wondering if this would end up permanent.

After my arrival at Heathrow(sp) airport in London England I found myself walking into, what I didn't know at the time, one of about five terminals. Which one I walked into I have no idea. Never the less I found myself completely alone. I looked hopefully at the people holding signs but saw no one holding an EF sign, thus, my partially def self began to panic. Especially once I realized I was an hour late as far as arrival goes. After ten minutes of standing around panicking some guy came up to me and asked if I needed a ride somewhere. He was a taxi driver. I did, but I didn't know where. I needed a computer, but I needed money for the computer so he promptly gave me some money and I looked up my hotel info. I told him where I needed to go and he took me there, for 40 pounds. Which apparently is pretty cheap since some people ended up paying between 50 and 80 pounds.

I arrived at the hotel and the cap driver left, unfortunately without giving me a recite. I walked up to the front desk and asked if my tour group had checked in, they hadn't so I waited, and while I waited I wondered why my tour group hadn't checked in. this is why.

NOTE:Apparently EF was supposed to send everyone an email stating what they were supposed to do and where they were supposed to go once they all got to the air port. I, and lots of other people I might add, did not get this email. the only emails we got where "hi thanks for signing up blahblah." or "here take our survey." Etc. Nothing about going to Terminal 4 and meeting with our tour guide and dropping our bags off and heading out on our own into London. We got nothing of that sort. We were just left to fend for ourselves. Not to mention we were supposed to get a recite from our cabby so EF could reimburse us. I don't blame them for the cab, that's my own fault, but the fact that they didn't send out the email that was full of info I needed to know about when I arrived at the airport is really unacceptable. So thank you EF. Thank you so much for once again lacking in doing your jobs.

So after waiting for two hours at the hotel my tour guide finally arrived with one of the girls from my trip and we were sent to claim our room.

After an hour or so we went downstairs were we met the rest of our group who had gotten there earlier and had gone off exploring in London. this is where I finally met "Double A" After saying hi, and after me ordering a huge class of white wine, we and some others decided to go out and see a play. We were aiming for wicked but anything from Lion King, Les Mis, Chicago and ave. Q worked for us.

So there we were, me hungry and slightly tipsy walking through London at night, taking pictures and trying to find relatively cheap tickets to one of those hit shows. After realizing that all of the shows we wanted to see where sold out for the night we wondered to one other ticket masterish place where we found that they had four tickets for an 8pm showing the next night for Chicago. We snagged them. 42 pounds each for first floor semi in the back seats. We were ecstatic.

After buying the tickets "double A", my super sheltered roommate whom we'll call "sleepy" and Njj ( a girl who was a party fiend and who I honestly couldn't tell if she cared for me or not.) and I all decided that it was high time to go find a club that would meet our standards for New Years. Our first stop was a blue colored bar called Barcode. Techno music blared from the speakers and as soon as I saw the first customer sitting at a table I knew exactly where we were and I loved it. Even if it wasn't for me.

Barcode was a gay bar. And I knew this as soon as I saw the tight shirted British guy sitting at a table drinking a beer. I smiled, this was my first encounter with a gay bar and I was pretty stoked. Sadly though the eye candy was that of an older age therefore I was none to interested. It was round 8 or 9pm so the bar was pretty mellow and empty, however this did not stop us from all buying by far the best beer/cider ever made "Strongbow" and then looking at the gay semi porno mags on our table. My favorite quote of that night. Double A: "Soooo this is a gay bar." Me: Yeah. Him: "so...I'm gay." Us: "Okay cool :) " We all laughed and continued our convo. Mainly we laughed because it was kind of random and...it was pretty obvious that Double A batted for the other side. ;O

After about two large Strongbows and a shot of this horrid blue stuff The bar was pretty hopping and guys were making out with each other and dancing and just having a good time. I so badly wanted to take pictures but my camera does not do dark indoor places justice. After a while we left and headed out to find a straighter bar, or at least one that would fill both the needs of us girls and Double A. We ended up at two other bars, one wasn't all that great and another one we really liked. It was two stories and on the second level was a lounge. Very Fancy, we ordered two pitchers, one of Sex on the Beach (Soooo good) and the other was Tequila Sunrise (which was a wii bit to strong). by this time we were all, except "Sleepy", pretty drunk and decided that this bar/club would work for us unless we found something cooler.

We hit two more bars, but not before Njj and I decided that we were hungry for noodles so we stopped by this Thai place and ordered Pad Thai, which was utterly amazing. One of them was called Bar SoHo (which is where we were by the way) It was small and very club like. It made it on the list. We continued to walk and then found another gay bar that was going to have "dancing" we were excited until the bouncer at the door asked if Njj and I were gay. We were not, but who cared. Hello, table dancing by hot gay men! He shook his head and told us we could buy tickets for New Years but the possibility of us getting in was slim to none. So with that we left, but not before begging him to let us take a look. It was nice, small yet fancy, and it included and disco floor with a stripper pole in the middle. <3 I was in love, but not with the fact that because I wasn't gay I wouldn't be able to get in. Scratch that.

At about 12 or so we felt defeated and agreed on Bar SoHo until we bumped into this very fancy hopping place called, The Verve. We went in and found that it was very fancy and had three floors. We ordered drinks along with buying four tickets for the bar. An added Bonus? On New years, it was going to be a Masquerade party. I was sold.

We headed back towards the metro after that, drunk, tipsy, tired and excited, Njj and I were also happily full with Pad Thai.

All in all a good way to end the evening of a rather shitty morning/afternoon.

Highlights

2011-01-05T11:18:00.000-08:00

Had to call a cab from the air port

met everyone

Stone henge and bath!!!!

got stuck in an elevator

saw everything I wanted to see

NEW YEAAAAAAAARSSSSSS
got piss drunk and kissed the pavement

lost my shoe

walked through london in my socks

passed out on the street

got kicked out of a restaurant.

somehow got home with "double A"

couldn't get into my hotel room

passed out in the hallway

got up and asked for a new key

somewhere in there I must have packed my stuff along with throwing my camera and wallet in there

woke up with nothing in my pockets and therefore spent the entire day thinking I had been pick pocketed

train to france

unhappy in france

listened to drew throw up twice then find everything he thought he'd lost

ate

went to unpack

found my camera and wallet!

went to versailles (waste of time)

froze my ass off with the splendid six on the top of the E tower

went to moulin rouge with the splendid six (not waste of time)

went to a club next door which was recommended by double A

it was a latin club...which means SAAAALSAAAAAAAA

got tipsy

left

got cheated by our french cab driver but fought and only paid him 20 out of 25 euros.

ate

walked around.....

left for home.

The real stories will begin when I clean my room and find my USB cord and camera.
>.<

House update

2010-12-21T11:15:00.000-08:00

So my parents hope to have the permit to live in the house by Jan. 5th. I say they won't. Thus Spawning a deal that my parents will pay be $500 is I'm right. And nothing if I'm wrong.

I hope for either or.

So far the thing to be done upstairs: Door, painted and put in. Trim along the floors and walls. Window's stained.

Things to do Down Stairs: Trim, Storm Door, Finish Staining Windows. have Chris the Carpenter finish the stairs completely. Paint bathroom door, finish down stairs closets and have propane people install the propane and our heater and the stove. Install the sink. Finish installing the shower thingies.

So far though it looks like a house. The porch stairs are done (via Carpenter Chris) and the floors are done. The bathroom is 95% done my bedroom is 95% done, just needs to have the window stained, and maybe some trim.

Merry Christ- FUCK YOU!

2010-12-21T10:47:00.000-08:00

No not really, though I admit this "Holiday season" I'm not really in the mood. and I don't really know why. Maybe it's because Xmas music started playing on loop two days before Thanksgiving. Or maybe it's because I can't stand watching people running around the mall's trying to buy people pointless bits of shit they don't actually need. Nor want for that matter. That's the real kicker. Our Society has forced us into thinking that you must buy something for everyone. No matter what. And most of the time, the things you buy a person, they don't even like it. and though people say "It's the thought that counts." It's really not because when you buy someone something they don't like/want/need then they're stuck with this big awkward smile on their face and then they're forced to keep it.

Never the less, my paycheck thrives on this mentality of people going shopping crazy, and my paycheck also yearns for it not to be this dependent. Mainly because guess what, on Dec. 26th everything that the people have bought, all of the shoes and pointless shoe laces and things, people return all of that shit. Thus killing my next pay check.

Never the less, this Xmas my parents and I are rebelling against the holiday. We're not giving gifts really (we're splitting a Tredmill) And we're going to go eat at an Indian restaurant called Nawab and then going to go see a movie.

No stress. I'm excited about this fact. Plus I leave three days after xmas and I work the day before I leave. Leaving me almost no time to pack since I work all this week 2 or 3 to 11pm. yaaaay.

fuck my life, and this holiday season.

No not really, I wish you a happy holiday (BECAUSE NOT EVERYONE CELEBRATES XMAS! >:(
And a Happy New year because I'll be in London and Paris getting shit faced with people I don't know and hopefully a few friends that live there.

...Oh Yoooou Sonofabitch!

2010-12-04T19:37:00.000-08:00

So the military state just kicked me straight in the breasts, and then proceeded to laugh in my fucking face.

This week has been 70+ Tues. and Wed. Thurs. was chilly, friday, chilly...And Saturday...today...

it's fucking snowing!

Not enough to stick and to make it so I dont have to go to work tomorrow.

But enough to stick to my front step so that I slip and fall and crack my spine apart and end up paralyzed from the waste down.

Ororor just enough to make it absolutely FRIGID outside and to turn into water on the road, only to freeze completely making it so I slip and slide everywhere when I drive on black ice and shit tomorrow. On my way to work.

Why Military state? Why are you doing this to me?!

Hi...I'm your weather system

2010-11-30T14:24:00.001-08:00

And I like fucking with you!
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

That is pretty much what The military states weather is doing right now.

And though I do love the nice 70 degree weather we sometimes get out of the fucking blue, it is rather annoying.

Just in this month alone we've had at least a weeks worth of 65+ degrees. Including today.

And it usually comes smashed inbetween four to five days of frigid 50 and below plus cloudy days.

Meaning every time you think it's safe to throw your shorts in the attack and grab your winter boots and cute jeans and long sleeve shirts the weather slaps you in the face and mocks you mercilessly.

Example, Monday and Tuesday, 50 and lower, partly cloudy, windy and relatively chilly. Making you glad you chose to wear a nice coat, cute boots and a nice pair of jeans paired with a tank top or short sleeved shirt.
Wednesday, Chilly in the morning, around 45-50, So that you grab a light jacket, pants, boots and short sleeved shirt. Then you turn around and it's 11am and it's sitting at 68-70 degrees with bright sunshine making everything that has windows about double the heat. the fuck? Then you're stuck there sweating in your winter boots and light jacket looking like a dumbass. Then Wed. Evening it drops to 50 making you want to sleep without your socks, no heater and possibly in a pair of shorts. The next morning at around 3am it's 30 degrees outside and you're suddenly woken up from being partially frozen, desperately falling over yourself as you try to find a pair of socks in the dark, and your heater.
The rest of the week thurs-sunday you spend your mornings scraping frost from your car and regretting throwing your large winter coat back in the back of the closet.

That is currently what the military state is doing to me. And it's fucking annoying!

Yesterday it was sunny and maybe in the high 50s low 60s. Today it's 70+, cloudy, windy, and humid. Tomorrow will be 70 with 100% chance of rain. (lovely! No seriously I love that type of weather) and then fucking thursday will be frigid. 47,49 and 45 over the weekend. With a partly cloudy sky. The fuck!?

I'm really at a loss here people. Really I am.

School Suffering

2010-11-26T18:56:00.000-08:00

SUCK IT UP! Is what you'd say

But I say to you! Shut the fuck up?

No actually not what I'd say.

right now I'm running back here because I've stooped to a level below low and I'm not quite sure how to get out of it.

(I'm thinking it's because I've started liking this one Ke$ha song and yes I just said fucking Ke$ha. you can shoot me in the foot and then in the knee and then in both shoulders and then in the face right now. I honestly don't know how it happened but her song We R who we R came on the other night and I was totally bobbing my head to it and I'd find myself stopping on whichever station it was playing on. *cries* I'm utterly doomed!)

It all started when I enrolled in two classes with excellent teachers, that happened to be filled with mindless obnoxious drones mistaken for "adult" women. Each class is filled with at least one stupid ignorant para language using girl who can't shut her face and refuses to listen to the teacher and be polite.

The worst is in my English class which starts first thing in the morning. I find the sound of her soft voice like nails on a chalkboard which is saying something because a friend of mine has a really soft voice, a softer voice then this English class girl and I love her voice, it's like a soft cool breeze on a hot day. (ooh that sounds kind of...hmmno) But this English class girls voice is horrible. It's horrible and soft and it comes out of nowhere and it's riddled to the point of execution with para language. (you know, like, it's like) She especially likes to add like into her sentences and everything the teacher says, every example somehow plays back to her in some way. I'm honestly waiting for the teacher to say her cat decided to become a cross dressing chicken fucker and she'd pipe up, ten minutes late by the way, with something like.."Yeah, you know I had like..the same thing with my cat, you know and it was just...well you know it was just really, like, confusing and I was just like...you know, unhappy and confused and it was just like...I don't know you know?" And she says this all really slowly with these pauses so that it sounds like she's thinking about what she's saying but how can she be when she's filling her thinking spaces with fucking "Likes" And "You knows" All over the fucking place?!
And we're all just like.. THE FUCK?! because we've moved on now, we've started talking about how to use an ellipses and she still thinks we're on the cross dressing cat.

not to mention she's now taken to talking while the teacher is talking, in an annoying whisper which is now driving me to tell her to shut the fuck up under my breath while slamming my head against my desk in defiance and wanting to gouge my ears out with a spork.

I now find myself clawing my way out of there pissed off for the rest of the day because this girl has sent me into an anger like no other. Which then carries into Public speaking class where i listen to my wonderful teacher bitch and moan and stomp his feet about how we're oh so behind and this is really concerning him. And I just want to scream, we're behind because of you! because you go on these pointless fucking tangents and stories that have nothing to do with class and then you let the students ask stupid questions and how could you sit there and have an entire conversation with DD about her trip to Fiji while one of your students is standing at the podium waiting for her critique on her speech looking like a total dumbass. The fuck is wrong with you!? I dare say though I have yet to snap in this class like I have in English. And I figure that since I only have to endure four more days of this debacle I can get through it with a reward of starbuckles at the end of it. Though really what I need is a stiff drink and a massage from some huge hot muscle bond dude who can and will do more then massage me if you know what I mean. ;O

But honestly I'm not here to vent, although thats what I've done, I'm here trying to get the juices flowing because I have a speech and a complicated literary essay of 1000 words due this monday and I dare say everyone (key word on one here) that I have nothing. I've read three of my all time favorite short stories, The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Gilman, The Monkey's Paw by W.W Jacobs, and The Lottery by Shirley Jackson. I know I can pull out tons of shit for the lottery only because we just discussed it in great detail in class but the other stories especially The Yellow Wallpaper (quite possibly one of the scariest stories I've read) is far more interesting and mind blowing. But I'm not good at thinking critically, I am not good at looking at a word or a story or a symbol and being able to interpret it into some type of meaning. My teacher is looking for us to dissect these stories and I just can't. I look at the yellow wallpaper and I think, the woman is clearly depressed. And her husband is an oppressive asshole, who locks her in a house and says she may do nothing until she is better, making her go more insane and she stares at this wallpaper until she becomes the wallpaper itself.

My teacher will want me to look at the bed bolted to the ground and she'll want me to be like.."The bed bolted to the ground is like the woman, locked in the house, to never leave." And she'll look at the woman the main character sees so often and she'll want to hear something like.." The woman that is seen creeping about her own yard, is that of the main character, further showing her imprisonment and how she is now mentally and psychically tired and worn out she's resorted to creeping about."

And those are all of the obvious things in the book, she'll want to know about the non obvious things which is impossible for me to look at because I just plain don't see them. Until of course they're mentioned and then I'm like..Oh yeah! Obviously! blahblahblah.

But right now after I've written my thesis statement sentence for both of the Lottery and the Yellow Wallpaper essays I find myself utterly unable to continue typing because my mind goes blank. Utterly blank. I listen to different types of music to get the juices flowing and nothing helps, I just drift off into dream land.

Usually in a situation like this I would just toss it aside and wait until the day before it's due and pull something out of my ass but I can't because this paper entails way to much details such as things like these ( * ) numerous citations among tons of readings from TCC's literary journals to further help me out with these stories. I'm utterly helpless. And it's 10:22 and I have absolutely nothing. I'm going to go re-read The yellow Wallpaper along with the Lottery again. And maybe sleep on it and poke at it again tomorrow morning. Along with start on my stupid personal speech.

fuck my life.

Only four more days of this shit. Two more weeks and four more days.

Oh and I have math homework. Fuck.

Fuck that last statement

2010-10-28T21:10:00.000-07:00

I totally lied.

And if anything is misspelled or anything and random it's not my fault its that fact that I got up at 5 this morning and my eyes feel like they've got 10 pound weights on them

And I would go to bed but....I have to share this with you while the anger is fresh.

Dear stupid fucking bumfuckingian. In your big ass truck that you obviously CANT drive.

Do not drive down the street in the middle of the night and get into the left turn lane in the middle of the street if you do NOT plan on making a left.

If you find it hard to make a right turn in your earth killing monstrosity, then you're shit out of luck!

I almost collided with you! And to be quite honest, you'd be paying for the damage. Not only to your face(because I would have given you a black eye after I cussed you out so bad your ears bled) but the damage you would have caused to my car after I collided with you.

-----

I was driving to my friends house because I'm a great person who agreed to house sit. And I was driving down this residential street. And everything was fine and then the truck in front of me got into the middle left turn lane. Okay I thought he doesn't have his turn signal on however he's certainly making a left. So I sped up to pass him in my lane, while he sat in the left middle lane, only to have him turn SLOWLY in FRONT OF ME to make a right! I slammed on my breaks. WTF? WHAT THE BLEEDING FUCKITY FUCKFUCK! YOU STUPID MOTHER FUCKER! I don't give a shit how big your car is. If you can't make a simple right turn into your driveway from the proper lane then you have a serious problem!
Especially if you choose to do this ILLEGAL turn technique YOU MUST USE YOUR FUCKING TURN SIGNAL! Not to mention, if you have to make a right turn from the LEFT TURN LANE you MUST MUST MUST use your FUCKING TURN SIGNAL! And WAIT for the person behind you who has no idea what the fuck you are doing, to pass you!

The fuck. I would have definitely won this argument if I had hit him. I kind of wish I had. Just so he would know not to do it again.

Fucking idiot. I fucking hate bad drivers. I fucking hate people.

that is all

Hello 5am

2010-10-26T19:19:00.000-07:00

This whole morning class is killing me.

But I guess it's for the best.

Never again though.

Never again.

Tons of uninteresting things have happened in life.

Not worth writing about though.

Things coming up in life, floors being put in the house. Going to a dance hopefully tomorrow. Maybe. Thanksgiving. Dec.1st= MTB at the norva. School ends. Then X-mas (god help me, my mother is abandoning us for Hawaii with her sister) And then New years in London and Paris.

I can't wait to leave this shit hole behind.

I think I'll be taking a break from writing to no one.

See you all on the other side.

Hi I just like to hear the sound of my own voice

2010-10-04T18:54:00.000-07:00

So once again I found myself sitting in English class wanting to stab my eyes out with a spork all because the girl in the back of the glass has this problem where she just sits there and talks nonsense because she likes the sound of her own voice.

And then I began recounting all of the people in my life and I realized in two major parts of my life there is that one person who just loves sitting there listening to the sound of her voice.

part of me wishes I could call them both out but I can't which kind of sucks because it would make things so much easier but I guess we'll start with the first one. This one I didn't even know liked the sound of her own voice until one day we were together and I just wans't in the mood for talking and all I fucking heard was her annoying little voice. No her annoying large voice.

So with this said person the other day we were just chilling and I was just drifting off into my own world because let's be honest my world is so much better then the real one, when all of a sudden I hear her talking. And so I tune in ever so slightly and she's once again babbling about some part of her life and so I tune her out, again only to hear her say "Am I right?" And at this point I'm kind of like, well fuck all because now I'm actually going to have to answer her questions which is really annoying because there really is no good honest answer. So I'm like..yeah totally upon which I run away.

However most of the time our one way conversations go something like this.
Her: so blahblkah you're not talking much."
Me: O_O
Her: huh? you're not talking much.
Me: What? uhh yeah no.

or

Her: Homg you want to speed through here so we can leave soon. right?
Me: huh?
Her: Am I right, you want to speed out of here quickly.
Me: yes
Her: Not much a talker today
me: ....
her: huh!? Rebekah you're not talking much
me: No....
Her: you're not even listening to me are you
Me: uhg what!?
her: I said you're not even listening to me are you!?
Me: NO! Jesus.
her: Homg...lolol Rebekah's been ignoring me this whole time. Right Rebekah

And this shit just continues non fucking stop and I kind of just want to scream, NO! No I'm not listening to you because NO I do not want to speak to you and NO I don't give a shit about the pointless babble you are speawing everywhere and YES this is a personal choice and I find the silence better then your nonsense dear fucking god make it stop.

And I can't. And it was at this moment, where I was full fledge ignoring her, only to find her making observations about random things such as...."Homg it's raining outside. ... Right Rebekah?" that she enjoys the sound of her voice just a little to much.

:pause:

"Oh sorry I thought you yard was the local landfill"

2010-10-03T11:19:00.000-07:00

So I'm pretty sure that no one actually think or says that as they drive up or by my driveway and property and then continue to dump their garbage onto it.

I really hate people sometime, especially sociopathic assholes like this.

I have no idea who these people are, if they live near us, or if they don't but I do know that they need to stop being so fucking lazy. Drive to the god damn landfill and dump your shit there. Not on my property.

Granite when we first bought the property I could kind of understand why people dumped their shit there, I mean, there it was, an empty plot of land that had three dilapidated houses out front with no signs of life whatsoever. And I can see how some might have thought, hey maybe even though there is a mailbox here it might be super old (ignoring the new look it had) And plus the houses look like shit anyways no one will notice.

Yeah, okay for the first six months I was like okay...I forgive you, though I don't forgive the kids who thought it'd be cool to have sex on our driveway in their car, nor the drunk people who thought it'd be alright to have an argument on our driveway in the middle of the night.

Never the less you'd think after six years of living here that people would NOT dump trash on the front of our property. You'd think that even though the houses out front were dilapidated and there was old trash there from people before them they would see that people lived there and that they shouldn't dump trash there. Plus, you'd think they'd know that if they dumped their trash in the ditch the city would come and PICK IT UP!

You hear that you assholes!

So you may be thinking, "She's ranting about people dumping trash at the front of her property, again. whatever."

But I'm not. Now they've gotten a little more in your face and personal.

They actually drove up our driveway, and dumped their huge ass trash (trampolines, paint cans, landscaping edging, papers, and BROKEN GLASS) in our tree's on our actual property. WITHING A LOOKING DISTANCE OF THE HOUSE! Yes that's right. They could see our house. They could see the animals, the fencing. They could see that people lived there.

And they dumped that shit there anyways. My parents called the cops, but they were no help. So we googeled them. And found something. Some letter they dumped gave us the name to someone who worked at the hospital in our city.

Smart move on your part guys. Real smart.

I really hope we find these guys, even if this letter doesn't belong to the person who dumped this stuff, it's still a good start.

I want to beat peoples faces in when they do stuff like this.

but....I digress.

Birthday Weekend.

2010-10-01T12:15:00.000-07:00

So I'm taking a page out of my mothers book and declaring this weekend MY BIRTHDAY WEEKEND!

yaaaay me!

So my actual birthday is Tomorrow but who says I can't begin early and end late right?

I'll be turning 20 this year.

Whomp,Whomp whomp.

Yeah big deal right.

birthdays are so uneventful and pointless when the age you turn does absolutely nothing for you.

Like say...turning 11. you turn 11 and you're one step AWAY from being a teenager. It's like..AHAH you can't yet be a teenager.

Same with turning 17, 19 and 20.

Totally uneventful.

So once again, one more year to wait until I can go out with my friends and finally join them in drinking and whatnot.

In one year I'll finally be able to go out to a club or bar on Halloween.

BUT until then... I'll just have to sit tight and watch everyone go out and party.

So happy birthday to me.

yet another year of me NOT being able to do anything worth doing.

but still I'm making the best of it.

Tonight is my time with Jas and that's always a BLAAAAST! yaaay.
plus Johnny Depp is buying cheesecake.w00t.

Saturday, my actual birthday, is going to be spent doing nothing with my parents. ;O
Oh yes. Then dinner at Omars.

Then sunday, if everything works out like I hope, I shall be going to bush gardens with some friends.

And then school on monday, thus killing my birthday weekend.

but...I digress.

Oh Garmin. Pt. 2

2010-09-26T19:22:00.000-07:00

Honestly I should have known better then to have a part two right?

I know.

And if I had just listened to myself I would have packed her sorry ass up and shoved her down into the deep scary pit that is our center console thingy.

But I didn't. Instead, because I'm fucking retarded and horrified of getting lost I quickly grabbed Garmin and turned her on and hit the "Home" button. And that, my dear, two readers, is were it all went wrong.

Again.

So I give to you yet another session, with Garmin.

*clears throat*
Garmin, I'm glad you decided to come to our second meeting I was beginning to think you'd bail.
Garmin, as I review your file I see that you have indeed, been practicing your rights and lefts like I told you to do in our first session.

Yes, yes indeed Garmin I see that you've been very diligent about it and-

Why yes, Yes I am very glad to see you know your rights and lefts almost perfectly now.

Why are we here then? Well Garmin, though you have been doing excellent on your rights and lefts there seems to still be a problem.

NO, No please Garmin, this is not the time to get defensive a hissy fit. No ma'am! I am not calling you a-

Please Garmin, Calm yourself and let us address this together. Calmly and rationally.

Okay? Okay great, here, have a glass of water.

Now I have gotten a complaint from an unknown source that you have once again given bad directions.

She's decided to remain anonymou- NOw garmin! There is no need for such hostile name calling! she is not a See You Next Tuesday! And I would prefer it if you did not use such FOWL language!

Now...*clears throat* She told me that you took almost five minutes to find a satellite to acquire a signal, which is a problem we must also address, but she also informed me after you finally found your satellite you lead her off of the freeway. Now garmin, why would you do that? Why would you choose to lead her down a residential road with tons of traffic lights as apposed to keeping her on the freeway, where instead of going no more then 55 miles an hour, she could go 70-65 miles an hour?

Mmmhmm....Mmhmm. But why Garmin, that is the question. Why would you lead her down a slower route.

Oh gramin, Please, do not lie to me, you did not think it was quicker, and it certainly wasn't easier....

OUCH! GARMIN! Put my calming painting of an ocean down right this instant! And you pickup that Puffs Plus Tissue box you just threw at my head and you sit yourself down before I call the authorities.

Oh yes I will, now you stop this nonsense and you "Recalculate" yourself right back to that spot on the couch you like to sit on.

There, that is better. *clears throat and places tissue over bloody scratch on the head*

Garmin, I'd really like to address why you not only lead your...whatever you call her, down a longer and slower path, but I'd also like to talk about why you took so long to find a satellite.

You dont want to talk about it, well Garmin, I feel that we have to due to the fact that she nearly had to find the exit by herself. Which was nerve racking for her.

You don't care?! Garmin that's not very nice, but seeing as you *pats head* are in a rather bad mood I believe to avoid any other possible injuries on my part, and/or lawsuits, I'm going to let you go.

Yes, I am ending this session.

Yes, because you're angry and rather violent.

No garmin, this issue will come up in our next session.

You won't attend?

Well if you can not figure out why you are having these problems, and you don't want to talk about them and address them, then, I suppose your whatever you call her, will...

Well, how do I put this delicately, throw you either in the trash or at the bottom of that scary pit she calls a center console.

mmmmhmm...Mmmhmm. Yes it is hurtful no?

And how does that make-

Mmmhmm...Mmhmmm

It makes you feel unloved, well...

I suppose I'll be seeing you for our next session then huh?

Mmhmm. You have a nice day to Garmin.

I'll be seeing you.

Overwhelmed.

2010-09-19T20:30:00.000-07:00

And it's all due to paint color. And the fact that there are like, a trillion different shades of green out there. And when you combine all of these shades with my indecision and constant doubting you come up with this.

An overwhelmed choice of two colors.

and

80% of your room painted a pastel bright olive green color that is somewhat over powering and horrible.

Plus a full unopened can of paint the shade that you no longer care for.

*sob*

Why is painting a room so difficult?! WHY?!

The first choice of green I have is nice, it's a nice juicy dark green color and I will be buying more of it to cover this mess of pastel up, but if I paint my entire room this color I feel it will be overwhelming again!

I really can't win here guys. So painting the room is on hold.

Until I go to lowes on Tuesday. And spend yet another $60 some odd dollars on paint.

When I live on my own I'm digging into my savings and hiring an interior decorator.

ps. Thanks for your adviceKate . It didn't really help me but the gesture sent wave of warmness to my ever so aching head and heart. :D
Pps I hate the fact that you were able to choose colors for your house in one shot and you ended happy with them.

I MADE 'COMMENT OF THE DAY'!!!

2010-09-16T11:24:00.000-07:00

ON THE BLOGGESS!

My blogging dreams are COMPLETE!

w00t!
Read the entire post because it's hilarious, but at the bottom is where my comment is.

YAAAAAAAAYYY

Hi I'm so and so...

2010-09-11T22:17:00.000-07:00

I'm here applying for a job....

and I'm not going to tell you this now but....

I have terrible work ethic.

Dear America, I fucking hate..No, not hate, LOATHE people who have terrible work ethic.

Please....stay tuned for this angry rant...

Thank you and goodmorning? yeah, because it's 1am

Love, love,love

2010-09-11T21:42:00.000-07:00

Is it odd that I have an indescribable, non wavering, unquestionable love for...the bloggers that I follow?

Yeah? yeah it is?

WELL, WELL FUCK YOU OKAY! because I can't help that they make me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

So I was reading More is Less by Nicole An- Oh and this just in, it's raining outside.
Anyhoo I was reading More is better and I realized, I utterly LOVE HER! Not like..Homg hi I love you lets get married and adopted kids together, but like..Hi I love you because every time I read your blog my run on sentences and random gibberish don't look so bad and I'm not the only one doing it! YOU ARE TOO! And the fact that she utterly obsessed with her vagina. Which is weird, yet awesome, and because she has a fucking BALL PIT (oh yes) on her fucking patio in San Fran.

And then I realized I love all of my bloggers.

I love the Bloggess for being so unbelievably kind hearted (spell check just told me that "hearted" isn't a word, but I'm confused because I've totally used it before and no one has ever corrected me so either it is a word or people are fucking assholes for letting me walk around saying a fake word!) and random and hilarious and sometimes drunk? and inspirational with her gorgeous ridiculously expensive red dress that she just bought for herself because sometimes you just need to do something nice for yourself. And then I love her for sending it out to people who want to wear it, and then taking it to BlogHer and letting ladies wear it &&& for just having an amazing personality.

I love TBK (The beautiful kind) for being so blatantly open about her sex life and about sex in general, making my fantasies seem normal and giving other people an outlet to share their sexual experiences without judgment and negative energy. And then letting people like me read all about them.

I love you Allie Brosh, the author of Hyperbole and a Half, for making my day that much brighter and filling my bored nights with laughter and tears (tears from laughing so damn hard) and her amazingly simple stick figure, yet not stick figure drawings. I love her for acknowledging the simplest everyday things in life, Like the awkward conversations everyone has to have with someone they "kind of" know. And I love her creation of, the "Alot"

I love you Crissy, Queen of everything, for being the sexy, Sarcastic, sex talking bombshell and mother of two.

....All of the bloggers I love are women you guys...

No I'm not gay so just... stop thinking it.

I'd say I loved Mepsipex for being as ridiculously angry as I am but...he's on vaca and he doesn't post and much because he actually has a life now. *sigh*

....Ilovemybloggers

Deftones

2010-09-04T23:09:00.000-07:00

They never, Ever, EVER, disappoint me when it comes to shows.

Homg. Chino is hotter then ever, their stand is bassist (Poor Chi) from Quicksand, SO HAWWWWWT! OW! mmmMmm Baby, tall dark and haaaaandsome. Break me off a piece of that!

Chino sweated so much he looked like he'd jumped in the shower with all of his clothes on, but then..he unbuttoned his shirt....Mmmm ....mmmm...Mmmm.

The show was awesome though,I haven't been a show that had me headbanging and screaming/singing in a loooong ass time.

The sound was excellent and so was the crowd.

And Crowds are really what do it for me.

I'd follow them around everywhere if I could afford it.

Deftones on CD= Amazing. Deftones live= Orgasmic

Bell Pepper Green Vs. Verdant Green...hmmm

2010-09-02T11:56:00.000-07:00

So I've always planned on painting my room green. Always. And now that we've finally had the walls tapped and my mother is priming everything, it's time for me to choose a color to paint my walls.

And to be honest, this is horribly overwhelming and I'm thinking of giving up because I walked into Lowes' paint section the other day and I just found myself....in awe. And horror.

I wanted to run away, I stood there staring at what seemed to be never ending swatches of colors. And in all shades.

I'd find a green I liked called something like..."lush forest" only to move my eyes up one to see a slightly brighter juicier shade called something like..."rain forest green." Oror "Ivy Vine" Or or "Verdant"...And it just goes on and on and on and I'm just staring at one wall here you guys. JUST ONE WALL! I'm not even including the other four paint companies swatches right next to me.

And then in my overwhelmed state I saw blue and I was like..Ooooh and then I started grabbing those but again it was a slue of " Sky blue 1"..."Sky blue 2" Sky Blue 3"...etc Or "Yacht club blue" which is like this navy shade and then and then and then....I turned around to face what was behind me only to find FOUR MORE FUCKING SHELVES OF PAINT COLOR SWATCHES!

*brain implode*

Its moments like this...

2010-09-01T21:41:00.000-07:00

that I realize my life, kind of sucks

balls.

So for some reason every bug in bumfuck has decided that my room is where the party is at yo!

And I totally didn't realize how infested my room was until I turned off all of the lights and tried to go to sleep.

So I closed my eyes and I was like...oh yeah...nighty night time....

Zzzzzz...THE FUCK!?

I'd twitch because I felt something crawling on me. I'd swat myself to make sure whatever was crawling on me was dead. I'd continue where I left off...*crawl scurry*
THE FUCKITY FUCK FUCK FUCK! *waves arm around* get the fuck off of me!

And then, AND THEN AMERICA! Shit really hit the fan.

So because I had these annoying bugs crawling on me that refused to die and who were extremely good at making it seem like they were gone by only waiting and standing completely still on my arm and then continuing to move, I jumped up out of bed and turned on the light.

Guess what..No fucking bugs. Nothing. Nothing in sight. Nothing around the light, nothing on the bed, on my pillow, on the wall....The wall...The...HO. MY. FUCKING. GOD!

And then I saw it.

Not as bad as the huge ass spider I saw at work the other day, that was the size (no fucking joke you guys) of my palm, but just as bad.....A praying fucking mantis.

YEAH! EXACTLY WTFWTFWTF~!!!!!!! A praying Mantis is in my room, on my wall...No..NO not on my wall at all but on a $200 dollar VENETIAN MASK!!!!!

RAAWWWR!

So Now I'm horribly conflicted because it's like...I'd go to sleep and ignore this praying being but I know I'll never be able to sleep because I'll be thinking about it crawling down on me and digging it's way in my ear and then eating my brains and then killing me.

Or maybe it's a perv like all of the other little tiny flying bugs that like to crawl up my leg to my southern region..WHICH IS A HELL FUCKING NO! YOU PERV BUGS!

men dont even get to go down there, like hell you're getting a free looksie.

So I have this mantis and I can either let it sit there, which will keep me up all night, not to mention that;s a $200 mask he's sitting on...totally uncool.

OR!

I could grab my mask ever so gently and then carry it outside and then fling it off.

But then, what if it jumps on me!and then it bites me and then I DIE!

ORorororor It jumps on me and in my scared tired state I drop my mask from Venice which would pretty much send me into an emotional breakdown.

OR! I grab the mask, theres a spider behind it, it crawls on me, I drop the mask, The praying mantis runs and hides somewhere in my room and now I'm running around crying and frantic like because there's a fucking spider on me, it's bitten me, I dropped my mask and the praying mantis is M.I. fucking A.

You see...

But seriously.

It's 1 in the fucking morning you guys.

I got up at 6am today.

And there's a fucking praying mantis sitting on my $200 Venetian mask.

WHAT.THE.FUCK!

EDIT~!!!!!!!:

Okay so I decided that sleep was more important so I grabbed my mask and tried to get it off the wall only to find it was semi stuck so I had to kind of shake it around, which then caused the praying mantis to be like...

-.-

And

>_> Bitch I see's you and I'mm jump yo ass....

And I was all...

@,@ HOMGHOMGHOMG DONT FUCKING MOVE OF I WILL HAVE A HEART ATTACK AND HAVE TO KILL YOU ON MY BED WITH MY BARE HANDS SHOES AND FUCKING FEET, PLUS POSSIBLY MY CAT!

But she seems un-phased by all of this so she probably wouldn't have helped me.

Butbut. so then I got the mask off the wall and I carried it outside, or more to the point I opened my door, not fucking wide enough apparently and then shook it off of my mask.

And I say not wide enough because that mother fucking fuck tried to jump right back in here! He sat on my door! and I was all...HJOMGHEFnwuifre NO!!!!! >:O

and so I knocked it off and to my dismay it flew right in front of my door, and so I was like...let it live right, because I'm not really into harming animals and things but some just deserve it so really I'm half and half.

So I'm sitting there conflicted and then I'm like...no that M.Effer wants to be in here really badly so I'm like...kill it.Or chase it off, but as soon as I opened the door and shined light on it, I didn't have to.

Why you ask

Because for some reason the Ducks we have like to sleep on our porch, which I wouldn't begrudge them except they shit, EVERYWHERE! which is annoying, plus it's not like...one or two ducks it's like...five to ten. All sitting in front of my door. And it's like..whoa!Hey! Not public property kids...

So this duck is out there, and guess what she had her eye on!

Yes, thats right, that praying mantis, and so because I'm all about the circle of life, I totally opened my door a little wider to light Ms.Ducks way.
;)

And she totally scarfed him down. At first she took a bite at him and he jumped away but then she was like..Oooh hell no! *chomp gobble!*

She looked satisfied. And I am too so it's really a win for everyone except the praying mantis but....fuck him. He looked like a prick anyways.

Oh hi.

2010-08-29T19:49:00.000-07:00

Totally forgot you were here.

ah ha not.

I don't have very much to say really. I'm back in school, been there for a week now. It's going okay. I have amazing teachers and I enjoy three out of five of my classes, I'm sure when I start up Pre Calc I'll enjoy myself too because it will be in Mr.K-dogs class and Court will be there with me.

French 204 I'm scraping by tooth and nail and its become a great annoyance to go to class, mainly because I just hate that failed look she always gives me when she asks me a question. I'd love to scrape by with a B but it's looking more to be a C. Which I think will be okay because I'll have A's in three other classes, plus probably a B in Pre Calc.

I plan on seeking help.

Everything else is good though. I work on the weekends, I sleep at night, I go to school 24 hours a week. I squeeze homework in there along with sleep.

I went to the zoo a couple of weeks ago with the republican and had a blast! Even if our zoo sucks balls I still had alot of fun. And as I thought the republican would like to take a stab at dating again.

I say..No.

That ship has sailed. We're friends. Sorry.

Oh and in December, like three or four days after christmas I will be once again joining EF college break for a new years trip away from the US. thank god. I need this escape. I've decided on Paris and London for eight days. I love both places, Paris looks amazing at night, plus there's the Moulin Rouge and London has Hannah. I asked if she'd be home by then and she said yes, so a reunion is in our future. FUCK YEAH!

And that is pretty much it. We're semi close to finishing the house?

guys are coming to tape tomorrow, they should be done by late Tuesday. Then we'll prime and paint. After that we'll put in the stairs and floor and have someone hook up the propane. Then we'll have two inspections and we should be done. I think I'll have my upstairs bedroom by my birthday.

Speaking of my birthday, I'm thinking about going sky diving. :) Are you interested? let me know. Aand then I plan on sitting at home or chilling with (hopefully) some friends over various parts of the weekend and getting shit faced.

ps facebook I'm getting bored with it and planning on deactivating it for a while. If I do that, can I activate it again?

Fried Green Tomato's.

2010-08-12T19:59:00.000-07:00

No not the movie. U_U

but that was an excellent movie right?!

Anyways that's not what we're here to discuss. We're here to discuss the fact that there was pretty much nothing in my house this afternoon and my mother(my personal chef) was gone for the day to not only make me a beaded bracelet (Yeah she's the best!) But to also stock up on Diet friendly foods and snacks for us.( again, the best!)

So there I was, left to my own devices. I was utterly horrified. I never cook. Ever. I make sure to avoid it at all costs. I will do anything from walk the dogs, feed all of our farm, pick up my brother, to avoid having to cook dinner. Even if it's something small like...making veggies, or rice. And when I make them, I always have these panic attacks that I'm doing something wrong, so I end up running to my mother three or four times to ask questions like..."How much does you consider a pinch of salt?" "How long should I let the water boil again?" "What oil did you use? Canola Oil or Olive? OR HOMG WAS IT BUTTER?" "Should I add more water to the curry when it's almost out? And how much?"

You see?

WAIT! If you don't want to continue listening to my rambles please skip down to the bold print were the story continues. Thank you.

Awful. And my mother usually just kind of sighs her big heavy sighs and is like..."Rebekah you've done this before..." or " I don't know you judge..."

It's all very vague.She likes it that way. And of course when I burn something she either sighs a heavy sigh and points the finger of blame at me when my dad is like.."hmm it's darker then usual..." Or is like..." REBEKAH WTF WTFWTFWTF?!"

So pretty much I've thrown in the towel when it comes to cooking. Which is a shame because if you know my mom, you know she's a mean cook. She can pretty much look at our seasonings, our fridge full of raw meat and cook up a four course meal. I on the other hand look at our fridge of raw meat, and if I don't see a cooked thing that screams "HI I'M MICROWAVE FRIENDLY!" I give up and accept starvation until dinner.

So back to the story at hand.

So like I said, my cook/Mother was gone for the day so I'm wandering around the kitchen and I'm starving and so I think...hey, how about a cucumber and Tomato salad? It involves nothing but knives and dressing. And a bowl.

But then Im like...No how about a real meal, how about...Friend Green Tomato's!?

So in my state of blind ambition I began to prepare. I trudged out to the garden, because it was like...101 degrees outside, and I plucked numerous cucumbers and tomatoes, including green ones. I set them all out on the table, placed my hands on my hips feeling triumphant and then...Panicked. FUCK!!? What do I fry the tomatoes in? What am I going to use for breading!? HOMG WE HAVE NO BREAD?! How long should they stay on the pan!?

Quickly I called my mother for salvation. She lovingly instructed me.

mom: "Well since there's no bread you could use flower..."
Me:" Where's the flower?"
Mom: " Oh I don't know, it's around..."
Me: " Uhhh is there anything else?"
Mom: "Oh that old bread, use that left over bread from last night...
Me: "Okay great. How do I grind it up?"
Mom: "With the Cuisinart *obviously*
Me: "....." O_O OHGODHOGODHOGOD
Me:" is there anything special I have to do to it? since the top no longer latches shut fully?"
MOm: "Nope, it starts up just fine, even without the lid, which is a bit unsettling but just be careful." :D
ME: "Awesome. okay thanks."

Actually somewhere in there, she cut me off to tell me she had to pay attention to traffic so that she didn't die. Which is understandable.

So there I was, unhappy, nervous and hungry. I picked up the Cuisinart gingerly and placed it on the counter. I narrowed my eyes at it's evil being. I groaned and plugged it in. I grabbed the piece of cut bread and turned on the machine. The blade spun and I sighed, this, was the moment of truth.

I tentatively shoved the pieces of bread through the top, and watched as they were ground to a soft bready pulp. Awesome. Quickly I turned it off and set everything up.

I found a fresh egg and beat it in a bowl, cut my tomatoes for both my salad and my entree. I made sure I had balsamic Vinegar and blue cheese and threw my mothers 10 lb cast iron pan on the stove and lit it. (Not the pan, the stove). I looked for the oil. Oh no! Which oil did she use?! The olive or the Canola?!

I called her again.

Me: "Uhh which oil do you use?"
Mom: "The olive..."
Me: " K thanks bye"

And thus began the real test. Could I make fried green tomatoes?
And could I also bread them?

The answer is...

No, no I can NOT bread tomatoes to save my life.

I dropped the slice of tomato into the bowl of beaten egg. I flipped it around and poked at it with the fork, and waited. I don't know why I waited, it sure as hell wasn't going to do anything. After a while I picked it up and threw it into the bowl of bread crumbs. And rolled it around. I didn't just roll it around, I fucking buried that slice in bread, and then picked it up, only to find that...almost NOTHING had stuck to it. I sighed and threw it on the pan.

Defeated.

I continued this process six more times.

After I was done breading my slices and pouring way to much blue cheese crumbles onto my plate, I looked over at my tomatoes frying.
When do I take them off?

How do I know when they're done?

Awesome. I had no idea. So I just stood there for a few minutes, poking and flipping the slices until I got fed up with it all and began transferring them to my plate.

I watched as the cheese began to melt a little bit and then I drowned everything in the blackness that is Balsamic Vinegar.

And I'll be damned you guys.

I may not know how to bread a green tomato but I can sure FRY ONE! w00t!

Victory was mine! I cooked Fried green tomatoes! And they were just as good as the ones at Omars, but not quite. theirs are a little bit better.

Mainly because they use better cheese that's actually melted and they know how to properly bread a tomato. D:

The end!

I now know how to make...

Ramen( in the microwave)
Grilled Cheese
Rice
boil veggies
BLT
Bacon Egg and cheese Sandwich
And Fried Green Tomatoes.

lol

If you want to try this amazing dish made by the original and professional cooks, then you can just go to Omar's Carriage House. If you'd like to try and make it yourself because you either don't live here, or you don't feel like shelling out close to 100$ for two meals and getting all fancy dressed, then you will need to...

Get green tomatoes (this is a must.)
Balsamic Vinegar
Bread Crumbs
And Blue Cheese crumbles.

You will need to know how to bread a tomato, or accept failure. Then you'll need to fry them in oil. Olive Oil. ;)

After you've fried them, place them on your pile of Blue cheese and wait a minute. Then pour some Balsamic Vinegar on them and enjoy.

Yeah.You're welcome. ;)

Hyperbole And a Half.

2010-08-08T19:00:00.000-07:00

IS THE MOST AMAZING PERSON EVER AND I"VE NEVER EVEN MET HER!

How many people can I say that about? exactly. not very fucking many. Except the Bloggess and Ms. YVonne.

Funniest thing to ever hit the internet?! yeah I think so.

I found Hyperbole And a Half via the great Bloggess when she linked her post about how she gave her dog an IQ test. (you should read that post to!) And I have been hooked ever since.

Go watch that video, please? I think you'll thank me later, if you don't then you have a suck ass sense of humor.

"The Dream is collapsing"

2010-08-04T19:09:00.000-07:00

That is the title of a piece of amazing music by the AMAZING composer Hans Zimmer. It's from the motion picture that is Inception. And if you haven't seen Inception, I highly recommend that you go run out and see it.

I just discovered on Rhapsody that Hans Zimmer did the score for the film and have been listening to it non-stop. It's hauntingly beautiful. I get lost in it every time I listen to it. Which has been all day.

But I thought that the title was fitting for this new post of mine. Mainly because this summer I found that the dream, the dream of living my life to the fullest, being unbearably happy and touring the world, was indeed, Collapsing. For most of the summer's I've lived, they've been pretty boring and uneventful. But this one in particular. Now I probably set myself up for failure when I took that epic 35 day trip to Europe via EfCollegeBreak. By doing that it left me with this void in my life, and this thirst for adventure and new things. New People, new food, new surroundings.

Yet here I was, sitting pretty on money, yet, trapped by school and work. Leaving me feeling horribly unhappy and unfulfilled this summer. Which in turn, left me even more unhappy, especially when I saw that three of my friends were having blasts. One tours China, Egypt, New Zealand and Austrailia. The other went to New Zealand and Austrailia and another friend spent her 21st birthday bar hopping, partying and then going to Disney Land. Now I was invited to this festival, however it was during school so I had to decline.

But there I was sitting at home, on facebook, alone and unhappy because I was trapped. I couldn't really hang with any friends because I had school everyday and I worked 9 hour shifts at work all weekend. At the end of the day I was to tired to really hang with anyone and I really didn't have anytime.

So here I've been all summer, holding this dream in my hand and watching it literally collapse and seep through my very fingertips.

But not anymore. Today I updated my facebook status(Because...that's totally the "It" thing to do now) saying that next summer I was leaving the states. And maybe if I can, even this winter.

I plan to do both of these. No matter what I will be spending next summer abroad. I cannot spend another summer here, This state alone is depressing but the city I live in makes me want to scoop my eyes out with a spork. No joke.

A friend of mine that I met via last summers Europe trip is planning a get away either back packing through England or possibly going to New Zealand and Austrailia. So already I'm stoked about that if she can come up with the funds, but if she can't I have two other plans.

Plan number one is visiting my friends Han and Moe in London. Moe actually lives in Bristol so either one of us would make the trip. Never the less I'd hang with them, stay at their place and have a grand ol' time.

Plan number two is touring with EF again. I know I know, I have horror stories about them, and our hotels but I like having things planned out for me, tickets already booked along with hotels ready.

So I'm looking back into them and I'm looking at a couple of tours. The first one is for New years, It's a trip to France, London and Amsterdam.
Plus I have a good friend who lives in London and I'd love to visit her, and I know a friend of mine from way back wouldn't mind taking the trip from Bristol to come and see me. ;O

The other trips are in the summer. ones to China for 12 days, Egypt for 10 days, Japan for 12, New Zealand and Austrailia for 21 days or South Africa for 11 days.

Prices in order. $2430 for the New years trip.

The summer trips: $3076, $3000, $3251, $4269 and $4177.

Looking att he price for the South African trip I probably wouldn't go on that, seeing as it's 11 days for $4,177 dollars. Which is a bit pricey.

Never the less, I have the money to at least go on one trip, and I might even have the money to go on two, especially if I start saving now. We'll see.

No matter what though I'm leaving this country! Whether it's this winter, or this winter and this summer or just this summer I'm leaving this god forsaken place.

Because if I don't I really do believe I'll lose my mind.

Back Talk

2010-07-24T19:22:00.000-07:00

Back Talk, Back Stab.

Back lash, it's bad.

Friendly Faces, Friendly smiles.

Friendly knives and Friendly lies.

I need not say your name

I need not describe your face.

Your time will come

When the knives and words you've spoken and thrown

Come flying at you three fold.

What goes around comes around.

I hate it when people smile at my face and then talk shit about me to people I know while I'm still in the area. like...do you honestly think I don't know what you're talking about? Fuck you bitch, I'm not stupid. But what I hate even more then that, is when someone thinks they know me, they know my family and our life and they feel it's their duty to put in their two sense into our business. How dare you! You are no better then me! You have No idea what goes on in my life and why things are the way they are. Don't stand there, all high and mighty, telling me that I need to stop what I'm doing, not only me but also my parents, we need to just drop what we're doing in our lives to serve someone else. No. We do what we can with the situation but we're not able to just drop everything everytime this particular situation arises. fuck you! Stay the fuck out of my goddamn life. I do you the same favor!

The Decimal Brothers.

2010-07-14T15:49:00.000-07:00

Probably the best thing to happen to the internet and youtube.

Elmo's Evil Side.

And Epic Imagination.

The Most dramatically Normal Day ever

This is but a taste of their epicness.
Enjoy.

I should be flattered.

2010-07-12T12:57:00.000-07:00

But I'm not.

My mother says it's because I'm racist, but I say, hardly, I just have standards, and it's not my fault that most black men seem to think that it's hot to have their fucking pants down to their knees, and to not be able to speak proper English if their life depended on it.

Fuck, I wouldn't be attracted to a white or Asian man either if his pants were around his ankles and he thought that speaking like this ghetto fabulous punk was sexy.

Anyhoo Like I said, I should probably be flattered that I can walk down the street to farm fresh in a knee length jean skirt and tank top and have some guy honk his horn from the passenger seat of (probably) his best friends ride trying to holler at me. Oops, went into a little TLC there. But still (I don't want no scrubs)

I should probably be excited that when I walk that hundred feet to my job in my ugly ass work clothes that I routinely get honked at by passerby's.

I should be stoked that while working out in something ugly, and being stinky and sweaty, guys come by, jump on the Treadmill or Elliptical next to me and start chatting with me.

I should be flattered by all of this but....

I'm totally NOT!

And with my luck I'll probably be a washed up old hag by the time I'm 25. I'll probably be begging for someone to look at me, but right now, I'm being a bitch, I'm being greedy and ignoring this ridiculous act of...what ever it is.

Mainly because 1) I don't like being honked at, not only because it's just not sexy, but also because it serves as a distraction to me and other drivers, which is unsafe. 2)I don't find it hot that you're leaning out of your friends car from the other side of the parking lot, screaming at me to come closer. No. Just no. And 3) Because I hate being disturbed when I'm doing something.

To the guy passing me by in the car. You honked, I turned, but please understand that there are TONS of other cars on the road, so the chances of me knowing it was you honking at me is like..slim to none. Unless you're leaning out of your car waving like a crazed lunatic. At which point I will sneer at you and roll my eyes. I do not find it flattering that you're leaning out of your car staring at me like I'm a piece of meat. And I don't find it very safe that you're not only honking when you're not supposed to, but that your eyes are focused on me, and not the road.

To the guy three rows down the parking lot from me, sitting in his best friends ride honking. Please, stop that useless nonsense. Nobody in their right mind would approach a car they don't know. Especially when there's a guy leaning out of it screaming, "YO! YO MA COME 'ERE! YOU SO FINE! COME 'ERE FOR A MINUTE! Let me Holla at you!" Uh yeah no. Not real sexy. And the honking to get my attention, again, not real smart. Especially when you're surrounded by a sea of other cars.

To the guy who parks himself next to me during my work out so you can talk to me.
I'm,....I'm actually kind of flattered. Only because you're choosing a time upon which I'm at my very worst. I'm sweaty, I smell bad, I'm huffing and puffing (not really) on a work out machine and yet, you still think I'm hot. Awesome! The only problem I have with you is...I'm wearing headphones. Which should indicate that I'm listening to something. I'm occupied. So... interrupting me..not so hot. But you're not the only one who talks to me when I'm clearly listening to something else. I guess you can't see the headphones in my ears. Never the less, I'm not flattered by your interruption because I hate being interrupted! It's like one of my pet peeves. I'm busy, I have no time for you. This is me time. Not you and me time, not you time. Just me time. Talk to me AFTER my work out. When I'm cleaning my machine. I promise I'll be flattered, nicer and more talkative.

Like I said though, this is probably going to come slapping me in the face five years from now...

GerRAWR

2010-07-11T18:47:00.000-07:00

I have no time for wishy washy people.

I have no time for your wishy washy bullshit.

I've given you one week.

your time is up.

I've replaced you.

(Because boys like you come a dime a dozen, I fucking promise)

I am now gifting you with the same silence you've given me.

And as a slap in the face I hope you show, only to stand there for hours...

to find yourself dropped.

So...I've been offered a job.

2010-07-07T16:16:00.000-07:00

You guys.

As an Algebra 1 tutor.

Yeah INORITE! I was just as shocked as you guys are now. I was honestly expecting Mr. K-dog to pull me aside after class to either tell me that I was exempt from the final exam (WHICH I THINK I WILL BE!) Or to tell me I and my partner in crime of kicking ass, Court, were in some kind of trouble. Which didn't make sense since... Even though we kick ass because we're hot and just plain awesome, because we never EVER do anything bad in that class. Except I spit back sarcastic remarks back at Mr. K-dogs remarks.

Which is cool. Because that's how K-dog rolls. He's ridiculous when it comes to joking around.

(Ps, got his Pre Calc class!)

So pretty much it went down like this.

He was handing out tests and when he handed Court our tests to take he was like...

*In deep scary voice(which is his normal voice) "I want to see you two girls after class."

And Court and I were just like..@,@ HOMG NOOOOO

And Court was like.."Us? Seriously?"

Mr. K-dog. "Yeah you two. Seriously."

and so we were just like..Oh fuck.

and then after class he pulled me aside (Court had already finished and left) and looked at me with this serious look and then said..

"Would you be interested in being a tutor for Algebra 1 classes? Seriously interested."

and I was just like..O_O The fuck!? ME?! of all people, you're asking ME, a person who had to retake Algebra 2 to tutor Algebra 1 students?

"It's paid! It's $10 an hour, about 10 hours a week, you'd do in class tutoring and also free tutoring in the tutor lab."

Me...O_O Uhhhh

Sure?

I said I'd think about it and he told me to email some guy with my new schedule to see if he could work me in.

But seriously you guys, I'm like.. honored that I'd been chosen for such a task yet Horrified. I kind of suck at math. It's amazing I'm getting an A in it to be completely honest with you.

Still though, I am considering it. Not only for the extra cash, But also it would be nice to be able to throw that on a University Application. And I have a feeling that I'm going to be there All day every day again. I know for a fact now that on Mondays and Wednesdays I'll be there starting in Aug. from 9am-9pm. And then in October I'll start going there every day at 8am for Pre Calc.

And with this heat, fuck I might just want to stay in the nice AC of the TCC library with it's high speed internet.

gasp!

2010-07-07T09:03:00.000-07:00

My friend Wes showed me this.

It looks AWESOME!!!!!

I am partial to the game though.

Update!

2010-07-03T19:41:00.003-07:00

Yes my four imaginary readers I'm still very much alive. And busy. And like...about to stab myself in the ear with a spork because guess what!? I HAVE NO INTERNET AT MY HOUSE! Or let's put it this way, I have internet but it's so horribly unreliable and it's so horribly slow that it's not even worth calling internet because it actually like...doesn't work at all. except from time to time. It's so bad that I can no longer load multiple pages. I have to load them one at a time and I should get myself a novel because by the time the first page loads I'd be on like..the second chapter.

It's so bad that blogger can't even save some of my posts as i'm writing them. It's like..homg I can save your typing! yay. And then it's like...BOOM: RED: CAN"T SAVE YOUR PUBLISHINGS SORRY YOU FAILURE!

STOP TELLING ME YOU CANT SAVE MY PUBLISHING! >:O I know the internet is slower then a snail. fuck

This withdraw from the internet is really getting to me people. And don't you people start shouting "GO TO STARBUCKS." Or somewhere were they have free wifi. Please understand that it takes money to whore these businesses' wifi. Fuck. I don't have that kind of dough anymore. :(

Which brings me to the fact that homg I can now only work four days a week AGAIN! this next semester and probably for the rest of my higher edu"MA"cation because TCC sucks and refuses to force the greatest math teacher known to man kind to do sixteen week classes like everyone else! Instead they let him to eight week classes that happen to be EVERY DAY! AT THE ASS CRACK OF FUCKING DAWN!

THE HELL?! It's like..they're slapping me in the face. IT's like...they WANT me to fail.

And don't you guys be like..homg there are tons of other good teachers out there in math, just look them up on Ratemyprofessors.com People...NO one...NO ONE is as good as Mr. Kirbinator. IT's not possible. He's horribly sarcastic, he doesn't take slacking and shit from anyone, he's EXTREMELY helpful and explains everything to a T and in a way EVERYONE, (Even probably a bug) can understand. IT's amazing. I'm getting a 94% in math 4 right now.

I KNOW RIGHT! GO ME!

And I like..totally suck at math. So I NEED to take him for PreCal. Or else I'll fail, and be depressed and I'll probably eat my weight in junk food.

Exactly.

But because TCC hates me it not only through me the curve ball of his class being four days a week for only eight weeks and early in the morning. (8am-9:15) [I'm going to have to wake up at six you guys!]

It then was like...AHAHAHA You had a chance to take Mr. Zimmerman's bio class over the summer but you didn't and now I'm punishing you by telling you that..HE HAS NO FALL CLASSES! BAHAHAHAHAAH *bitchslap*

O_O fuck. my. life.

I can NOT take biology from a Russian lady (even if she is rated hot) who has bad power points and is not good at teaching(According to the reviews!).

I already had one of those in math. And I failed. Horribly.

I already have a lab teacher who can't answer your questions but happens to be the sweetest lady ever.

AND! I already HAVE a bio teacher who talks on and on and on about the subject in way to much detail. I mean the woman knows her stuff. But...It's all just to much to take it. She's....TO knowledgeable. If that's even possible. >_<

But she's good. I just can't learn biology the way she teaches it.

And with this rambling...my schedules going to suck this semester. Again.

Oh and TCC has decided that it's starting the fall semester up TWO WEEKS after the summer session ends.

REALLY?! REALLY?! Can't we have a breather?! Please?! This hardly gives us time to put our old books away, buy our new ones and replace our broken pencils/used notebooks and torn bookbags. fuck.

Registration for classes starts this monday.

O_O

My schedule.

Aug-Dec.
English 112 with Cobb 9:30-11?something

Public Speaking with Cambell noon-1something?

French 204(maybe) with Stone 3-4

and starting in Oct.
Pre calc. with K-dog 8am-9:15.

These are all mon-wed. classes except Mr. K's which is everyday. But it's early in the morning which means I can run to the gym after.

so I'll have school every morning, all day mon-wed. gym tue-thurs and fri. Work thurs. night and fri-sun.

Somewhere in there, like tuesday. I'll be doing school work. I might have to cut my hours at work again. We'll see.

Again though, my social life will be...wait what social life?

awesome.

Blindness (Spoiler?yeahkindof)

2010-06-27T21:19:00.000-07:00

An eye for an Eye leaves the whole world blind.

I heard that in a Flobots song and agreed with it(Obviously the original quote is by Ghandi. . And then I watched Blindness and I wondered....Is this really what would happen to the world if it was suddenly slapped with this sudden epidemic of blindness? If you haven't seen the movie, pretty much a guy suddenly become blind while he's sitting in his car at a traffic light. He freaks out, a kind gentleman helps him get home, the blind guys wife takes him to an eye specialist but they come up empty. Next thing you know everyone is waking up blind. Or going about there day, only to blink and find themselves "swimming in milk" He sees white. And only white. (WHOA TWIST! Blind people see only black! Ho shiz) So like typical people we panic and shuffle the newly blind people into quarantined areas guarded by guns and steel doors. Julian Moore, the eye specialist's wife, finds herself accompanying her newly blind husband to this camp. The only difference is....she can see.

Conflict strikes as time passes on and these poor blind people seem to find themselves living in a concentration camp for the blind, with dozens pouring in day by day.

So the movie is interesting, People are going blind by the dozens and being shoved into these horrible dirty buildings, with the guards treating them like shit and food rations getting worse and worse. And as if the movie couldn't already be getting darker, less hopeless and more distressing by the minute the writers of this script throw us the most despicable scene I've ever seen. A Rape scene. And it's not just a rape scene, it's a group rape scene. Dealing with about ten women who are being manhandled by horny strong pig-like blind men. Women are being pushed and shoved, clothes are being torn right and left, there's screaming, grunting and men laughing. There's shouts of two men to a woman if need be. There's more laughing and tearing of clothes.

It was probably the most uncomfortable movie scene I've ever seen in my life. NO, not probably. Was. It was definitely the most uncomfortable scene I've ever seen. And it lasted so long. And to make matters worse, a woman gets killed. She gets beaten to death by a man because she's not moving, she's just laying there and so he punches her and screams at her to move.

I mean, this movie was already distressing enough, did the writers really need to add this in?! It didn't make the movie any deeper. It didn't add an suspense. It was just uncalled for. And I hate it when people do that, when producers and writers add unnecessary scenes to books and movies. Adding a long and involved sex scene doesn't make the movie any more sensual, adding a never ending car chase doesn't make it any more exciting.

These Long involved pointless fight, rape, murder, etc. scenes don't make the content of the story anymore meaningful or epic. I just don't see the point of it other then to fill time.

Hi, I'm verizon

2010-06-23T19:27:00.000-07:00

And I'm now denying you INTERWEB ACCESS!!! MAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH

Me: *sob*

So last night I sat in front of my computer and things were loading pretty slow and so I was like..the fuck? Whatever, just as long as you let me do my online homework.

And so everything was going slow, but fine and dandy and then. Everything. Just. Stopped. Working. The page suddenly turned white and said "ACCESS DENIED BITCH!
And then my head pretty much exploded. I became frantic, I started refreshing everything over and over again. I even logged off of my computer and restarted everything.

But I was still denied access online. And It wasn't like the internet was saying "Hi, there's no connection please try again FAILURE!" No instead it was like.."HOMG YAY YOU HAVE ACCESS TO THE INTERWEBS! GO YOU!" And then I'd be like..AHAHAHA YES! And I'd try to load a page only to be E-slapped in the face by five minutes of nothing loading and then a blank page saying.."Page can't be found. AHA LOSER!"

And then my head would re-explode and I'd sit there in frustration and sob. And this cruel joke went on for like..twenty minutes. Until I begged my mom to give me the air card so I could just plug it right into my computer.

She gave it to me happily but told me the connection was in and out so I shouldn't expect anything.

I plugged it into my computer...and nothing happened. first it froze. So I restarted it. Then it took five minutes to tell me that it couldn't find a signal. Then it found a signal but it was like..a fake signal or some shit because when I tried to load a page...I was brutally rebuffed. *sigh*

So I decided to try again in the morning.

So there I was, ten hours away from when my homework needed to be turned in and I had nothing. No interwebs what so ever. I was stressed. So stressed in fact that it took me an hour and a half to get to sleep. And because my body likes to fuck with me, For the five to six hours of "Sleep" I did get, I ended up waking up every hour. No joke. I'd fall asleep, have some weird crappy boring dream and wake up the next hour. I'd say...what the fuck? And I'd repeat the process. After the fourth time I was pretty much just like.."Are you fucking serious!? I'd really just like to get some real sleep here. unbroken sleep" But I was denied because my body has a fucked up sense of humor.

I could hear it laughing at me.

And then..AND THEN! With all of this denial, with the internet and the sleep, my phone decided that...hell, he just wasn't going to do his job and wake me up at seven fifteen like I had told it to. Yes, yes that's right, the alarm on my phone never went off. Even though it recognized the event in the calender and the time was correct. It refused to actually go off. Awesome.

At that point I was actually glad my body was kicking me awake every hour on the hour. If I had missed that alarm I would have been seriously fucked.

Needless to say I spent the rest of the day in a groggy haze with a headache and heavy eyes. And sticky. Sticky due to this...ungodly humid weather. ( 99 degrees tomorrow with humidity making it more like...102. Awesome)

But seriously..everything denied me of what I wanted. Which I think is really fucked up.

"There's a Snake in my boot."

2010-06-18T20:59:00.000-07:00

EDhuvfgiktr HOMG I LOVE YOU WOODY!!!!!

Okay so....actually Hamm and Slinky are my favorite characters but that's besides the point. Woody has a good heart.

Anyhoo. As some of you may know, well actually probably none of you know, I've been waiting and waiting for Toy Story 3 to come out in theaters. I've been counting down ever since last year when someone told me about it and I saw it's poster on IMDB, upon which my heart skipped a beat and I squealed and made a homyfuckinggodyesyeshndusfed noise that I'm sure you heard.

Or not....

Anyways moving on. I made that noise and then started my countdown.

Then the Trailer's hit youtube. And I watched them all. And then just three days ago I ran across "Ken's Dating tips" And have been watching those non stop because they're fucking hilarious because Ken is hilarious and honestly who doesn't want to take dating advice from an animated Ken Doll?! Exactly! EVERYONE! I mean NO ONE!

I feel that my future relationships will be successful.

Or not.

I don't know since I usually set those things on fire a month in.

Soo...I'd made plans with all of these people to go and see this movie the week it came out. Adam, The republican....and that's totally it. Damn you guys, I need more friends. (Cries)

So I made these plans and then just the other day I found out the kiddo was just as fucking excited as I was about this film. (though you could hardly tell. I was like a kid in a candy store, I couldn't stop giggling and clapping my hands. It was a fucking mess, especially while sitting next to him who was calm and collected and just kept looking at me like I was some freak of nature he couldn't take out anywhere and that he was horribly glad non of his friends were there to witness me.)

yes! yes I know there was no punctuation in that entire paragraph but that's how my train of thought was and I was excited and homg I'm doing it again shut up shut up shut up!

*clears throat*

So I told the boy We'd hang out this sunday after I got off work and we'd see the movie. And then I had to bail on him because hello! Totally forgot it was Father's day until my mom was like..."blahblahblah I might make your father...(AHHA yeah dad, I'm not telling you. Actually she's not making you anything. lol. I mean! Not funny! WHAT a HORRIBLE WOMAN!) Or take him out...blahblah or something because it's father's day but no blahblahblah that won't work because you'll be at work..blahblahblah" and I just heard father's day and I was like..O_O Excuse me but what the fuck?! I had plans. And then my mom was like..yeah sundays father's day.

Like I should know this shit? Really?
woman please.

So then I canceled on the boy and I felt bad, because I hate it when people blow me off or cancel and I just kind of wanted to cry because I miss him terribly because I enjoy his annoying angry, mean, sarcastic random company way to much that it's almost unhealthy. And so I was sad, for like the entire day. and I tried horribly to think of a day we could see it. And then....Glory struck.

At about 9:45pm. thursday night.

The phone rang and it was for me. Which is weird because even though facebook says I have 97 friends, it's actually all a horrible lie and I have more like, four, and they don't call me often because like...I hate talking on the phone so I scare them off by never calling them. but anyways...

I need more friends. Fuck.

Or maybe I just need to be a better friend to the one's I have?

I don't know, maybe it's a mixture. yeah..it's a mixture.

So the phone rang and the conversation went something like this.

ME: uhh hello?

The boy: Is Rebekah there?

Me: Chris?

The boy: Yes! Dude okay so I tried calling your cell phone until I remembered you live in bumfuck and don't get a signal so I called your house and...

Me: Oh haha yeah..

the boy: AND! I saw my brother was going to the midnight showing in his state so I looked it up and there's a midnight showing here.

ME: HOGtnrdigv NO SHIT! Midnight showing of what?"

The Boy: Toy Story 3 woman! so carry you ass over here!

Me: Are you sure it's a midnight showing for Toy Story 3?

The boy: OR COURSE IM SURE! NOW GET OVER HERE! >:O

Me: Okay! hiorenhfrbe yaya! Okay I'll be there in an hour.

Theboy: NO NOW! And stop lying, we both know how long it takes you to get here.

Me: Lawl. True facts. forty minutes. *cough*

The boy: Get over here!

Me: Yayay*click*

Upon hanging up I sat on my bed staring at the computer before everything finally seeped into my brain and it screamed, REBEKAH MAE GET OFF YOUR ASS, OUT OF YOUR PJ UNDIES AND INTO CLOTHES AND INTO THE FUCKING CAR! NOW! Toy Story 3 Awaits with baited screening!

And then I just turned into a ninja. I jumped out of bed, threw on a pair of pants, paged my parents that I was leaving for a midnight showing. Listened to my mom groan in the background about me being to tired for this shinanagans. My dad told me to be safe. I nodded and then hung up and left.

After driving forty minutes to norfolk I scooped up the boy upon which he graced me with....A mixed CD.

Yeaaah I just kind of stared at him and was like...O_O Excuse me? that's for me? you're lying! lolol. I think I might have hurt him. Or not. I don't know, with him it's hard to tell. He hides his feelings rather well.

(I don't respond well to surprises and I don't really respond to well to gifts, especially gifts from people who have NEVER given me a gift before)

He said he did, but then he said he made it like five months ago and then decided to just give it to me. but there's new stuff up there so..so I think he made it for me.

&&&& homg you guys. I've totally never gotten a mixed CD before. It's so cute. It's disgusting. I love this CD. But mainly because it's full, of the greatest songs to have ever graced this planet. The main one being the third track. Which is Foxy Shazam's Oh Lord. And then there's Foxy Shazam's Yes Yes Yes. (I love Foxy Shazam.)

But there's other songs up there too. All by artists I like. (with the exception of Hollywood Undead. you should be ashamed of yourself kiddo. I can't stand them, but I can see how you might think I might like them) Never the less everything else on this CD is awesome.

Okay so...I scooped up the kiddo, we ran to 7eleven for him and then headed to the mall.

Upon which we got there 30 minutes early. So we just sat around for a while and watched all of the cool kids walk into the theater.

Oh yes...everyone there was either our age or older.
YEAH THAT"S RIGHT KIDS THIS FILMS FOR US! NOT YOU! >:O

After The kid was done drinking his energy drink(ew) we went in and got our seats. Since we were early we got EPIC seats. And then we just sat around and shot the shit together, etc.

Then the movie started.

Previews. Uh...What in the world. I tell you. Cartoon Network decided they wanted to whore some of their new shows coming on their channel and EW! Kids these days I tell ya. They have NO TASTE! Back in my day there was Johnny Bravo, The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy... Hey Arnold(that was nick though) Sesame Street. Lamb Chops.

Ugh I'm so glad I'm not a kid. There were a few other previews that looked terrible and every single preview ended with this. "Showing in 3D!"

okay I'm sorry but...WHAT THE BLEEDING FUCK! Jesus. Is everything going to be in 3D now? I mean it's not even that good! I saw Avatar in 3D and I hated it. Me and the kids around me groaned at the thought of this and I mumbled " Fuck it, that's it I'm just going to become a hermit and never see movies in the theaters again" And then I heard some guy say.."psst, yeah me too." I had to laugh.

then the movie started. I yawned. Actually I was yawning through the whole thing and The boy just laughed at me which started us bickering again. I told him to make sure I didn't fall asleep (though I knew I wasn't going to) but to air on the safe side. He laughed in my face and was just like....No way. You're totally going to pass out.

Our convo
ME: Dude! *yawn*
Him: -.- aahaha you're going to fall asleep
Me: shutup! No I'm not! oh..wake me up if I do yeah?
Him: HA! No way.
Me: YES WAY!
Him: naah lolol.
ME: BOY! I"LL LEAVE YOU!
Him: HAHAHAHAAHHAHA that's cool.
ME: HOMG DONT LET ME FALL ASLEEP! >:O
Him: O.o hahaha woman those chinese eyes don't work on me. You're falling asleep lawls.
ME: GERRRAWR! Oh look the movies starting YAY! ^_^

We watched the movie. We laughed, I laughed way more then him. A lot more. and I also sighed and gasped alot. Toy Story...those writers they make these movies so...epic! It's like a rollercoaster watching these films. It's sad, it's funny, it's terrifying! Its...Just...a rollercoaster of emotions those movies. I tell yeah.

And it's a fucking animated movie! A disney movie! A Disney Pixar movie at that!
With Toys!
What the fuck you guys! I was almost in tears.

But never the less, the movie was epic. I'm planning on seeing it as many times as I can in theaters. Even if I have to go myself. I love this film. I love all of them infact. But anyways.

I wonder if I was extra openly emotional because I was tired and uber excited for this movie.

Hmmmmm

Anyways. I don't care if you don't have children. Go out and See Toy Story 3. It's so good. BUT! Make sure you watch the first two before you see the third one.

All and all it was a good night/morning. I got home at 3am and slept until 9am and then took a three hour on and off nap until 2pm lol.

Good times were had by all. I think. I'm pretty sure. Ihope so..I know so.
oh fuckit.

Toy Story 3

2010-06-18T07:03:00.000-07:00

Saw the midnight showing of it.

EPIC!!!

NO KIDS!

FULL OF KIDS OUR AGE!

The movie was HILARIOUS!!!!!!

Oh and I went with the kiddo.

He actually called me three hours before hand, and told me to get off my ass and come get him.

I literally jumped out of bed with excitement and threw on a pair of pants.

Good times were had by all!

even if the movie ended at two and I was kind of tired so I wasn't that exciting.

oh and The boy gave me a mixed CD. Yeah. Even I was kind of like..what?!

BUT! IT's full of SUCH good music! Including Foxy and luda.

more to come

Concert overload, AGAIN. the Face of a killer and....epic class pwnage.

2010-06-08T19:29:00.000-07:00

Why yes, yes that is a rough outline of what is to come.

Nicole at More Is Better does it and I thought what the hell, why not try it out. So far...not feeling it. Totally not my style, but I had three things to talk about, all short and they all don't warrant their own posts. That's a waste of space. Yeah?
Yeah.

Concert overload again. So I've known for a while that in two weeks (June 21) SilverSun Pickups would be hitting the National in Richmond, and I've totally wanted to go. However I need a friend and I'm still waiting on his okay, and I have no idea if they show is sold out. (They almost always sell out) But this just in, even bigger fish are coming folks.

SMASHING (FUCKING) PUMPKINS ARE COMING TO THE NORVAAAAAA!!! Holy shit Holy shit Holy shit! yeah. BIG! Homg. And to the NORVA! The best place, because I love the NorVa with all of my heart and soul, which is saying something because both are rather small in space. So yeah, just found out about that one.

And I'm like..having a super duper excitement attack because I absolutely CAN NOT miss this show. It's in July, the 15. Thursday so I could just cruise over there after class. I'm going. Even if it's alone, but I'd rather not go alone.

Also, not to long ago I found out that Cypress Hill was coming, yeah, exactly. HO SHIT! They're coming with Slightly Stoopid, who I could care less about. But hello, CYPRESS HILL you guys! oh yes. Definitely going. It's in Sept. At NTelos. Oh yes.

Next up this just in. Rockstar Mayhem tour. VBA(ew) With KORN (Ho shiz) Rob Zombie, (oooh) Five Finger Death Punch (meh) And Lamb of God.(meh again) Yeah, kind of want to go but I won't cry if I miss this. I've seen Korn live. Though I've always kind of wanted to see Rob Zombie live....

Paramore is coming also. I really want to see them again. They're good live and I missed them last time they came around. Coming to the Ted, on the 30th of July.

AND THEN AND THEN!

Carnival of Madness.HOLY SHINANAGANS! Sevendust (MUST SEE) 10 Years..(ok) Puddle of Mudd(Oooh) Shinedown..(not so much) and Chevelle ( <3) Yeaaah that's three out of five. Pretty good. And I like 10 years so really it's like three and a half out of out of five. ;O That's July 26,at the VBA!(ew)

So, so far I'm like...freaking out because I have to atleast see Carnival of Madness, Paramore an Smashing Pumpkins. If I miss Smashing Pumpkins I'm going to have a cow. And no one wants that.

So uh...WHO WANTS TO GO TO ANY OF THESE?!
(Jas I'mma holla at you real soon so save your money!)

In other news.....

My fat faced uber cute, probably overweight cat, who goes by the nick name "Sexy Stud Muffin" is a cold hearted killer. (sigh) yeah exactly.

Honestly, does that look like the face of a 17lb killer?
I think not.

(sigh) So what did he kill? A baby Rabbit. IKNOWRITE! WTF?
UGh. And he ate it too, which I'm like...torn about because on one hand I'm happy because I'm not for killing as a sport (like most of my cats do, or torture) but it's also like...1) Him eating this rabbit kind of makes it seem like we're starving him or something when we're not! There's bowls of food everywhere and it seems like everytime I turn around that cat has his head shoved in some food bowl. 17lb you guys...17LBS!!!
and 2) Now that he's eaten the entire thing, I have to exile him from my room because I know, I know he's going to turn around sometime tonight and just.."Barrrfhrnuefhr*hackvomit* it all up somewhere, and the last place I want him to vomit rabbit is in my very messy room!

So yeah...Furry Man/Sexy Stud Muffin is a cold blooded killer. *sigh* Rabbits out there be warned. When stalked by a large gray cat, you will probably die.

And The pwnage. Yes, yes I know you have been waiting for this. And Sadly you really had to have been there to see the epicness of it all, the expression on their faces...the way the room got dead silent.

So it started like this, in Bio lecture I sit in the second row to the back. And in the back there are these two kids, a girl and a boy. (background: They both like each other, obviously, and the girl is older then the boy. Boy:19, girl in her 20s.)

So they always sit in the back and I found out that they sit there so they can just bullshit and ignore everything. Which by this time of day,(5pm-7pm) I kind of understand where they're coming from. You're tired and our teacher has a way of kind of going into things with way to much detail. So much so that you no longer know what info is important and what info isn't. (listening to her is like Readin Tale of Two Cities...yeah. Exactly. *stabs self in the eye*)
So during class those two kids are always whispering and giggling and fucking about and usually we all ignore them. In fact we always ignore them, however in my head I imagine turning around and stabbing them with sporks and screaming for them both to shut the fuck up.

anyways, today was the last straw. Only, I didn't have the pleasure of yelling at them. The guy next to me took that glory from me.

So we're sitting in class and the teacher is teaching and I'm like..Dude shut the fuck up! because at this point their whispering has gotten so loud I can no longer hear the teacher and it's become this HUGE distraction. So just as I'm about to lose my shit the guy next to me raises his hand to ask what we all think is a question.

Guy: *raises hand*
Teacher: Just a second...Okay yes, your question? :)
Guy: Actually this isn't a question it's a statement. *turn to the back of the class and looks at the kids* Can you both SHUT UP!? >:O
Boy: Oh yeah.... :(
Guy: I don't know about you but I'm trying to learn something here and I can't when all I hear is your talking!"
Girl: oh..my..God. *embarrassed look*
Guy: Thanks!
Teacher: Yeah if you guys want to talk just go outside and talk.

Mean while I'm literally trying hard NOT to laugh out loud. Not at the guy, I nearly hugged him I was so happy, I thanked him but I don't think he heard me. But seriously...THIS IS NOT FUCKING HIGH SCHOOL! This is not Middle School! This is college. YES COLLEGE! Where you're supposed to be a mature adult and NOT whispering in the back of class. When you're actually supposed to be giving a damn about the class. Fuck. I mean, jesus these people (my mother, and me if I have to retake this course because they fuck up my grade) shelled out over $400 dollars for this course! and we're here during the summer trying to learn 15 weeks of a subject in a 10 week course. We don't have time to be listening to these kids bullshit. You don't want to be here?

Guess what. I DONT WANT TO BE HERE EITHER! And I bet you 90% of the class Doesn't want to be here either! Yet for some reason we all are mature enough to NOT talk in class! What the fuck.

Honestly those two are very, VERY lucky they didn't have me yelling at them, because I honestly thought he was being nice. He just told them to shut up. With a please I think. If it had been me, I would have DEMANDED that they shut the FUCK up. And that I didn't pay $400 dollars to hear that bitch giggle in the background and to hear that boy talk about some pointless bullshit. And if they wanted to continue this that they better be paying me my $400 dollars back because I wasn't going to pass this class with their bullshit filling my ears. I would have told them to either shut the fuck up or to get out! And then I would have told them that they had better keep their noise down for the rest of the semester....or so help me god....

I was pissed you guys. I didn't mind them talking when it wasn't interrupting what the teacher was saying. but really...when it is? Please grow the hell up.
So yeah...when the guy pointed at them and told them and asked them to shut up, the entire class, including the teacher, just got real quiet and Stared. They all just stared, and some people giggled while others just nodded in agreement.
The girl looked like she was going to die. And the guy, he looked like he could have died but he also looked like he was kind of thankful someone called them out because then the girl would shut the fuck up. He's in my lab, and in there he seems like he gives a damn about his grades so..on some level I think he wants to learn. but the girl...is just there, flirting and bullshitting. But not anymore kids.

oh I'm so waiting for Thursday, after we take our test, if they talk again...Homg.
If they talk again or that girl talks again shit. will. HIT. the. fan.
And I promise when I get done with her, she will not utter a word ever again in that class room.

Yo Mama's Blog.

2010-06-06T18:24:00.000-07:00

Yeah so, I was reading Moog and he was like..."Here's this awesome blog, go now and read it." actually it wasn't like that but that's how I took it. And so, being the adventurous person I am I ventured to this unknown blog and...once again I fell in love.

I fell in love with Yo Mama's Blog and since 9am this morning I have been reading her blog. And I'd say non-stop but I actually had to stop because I had to go to work but don't you know, I read like, eight blog posts in between 9am and 11:40am and several naps and when I got home after eating dinner I pretty much glanced at Facebook and was like..fuck that and continued to read Yo Mama's blog posts. And I am still reading them.

Remember how my mom showed me the Bloggess? and I pretty much refused to leave my computer even to take a piss? Yeah. Yeah that's how it is with this blog. I, can't tare myself away! It's all just to hilarious.

And yeah.

I think I may have a problem.

The new world. The world of bloggers.

2010-06-03T21:26:00.000-07:00

So recently, no for a long time now I've become more and more into reading blogs. And writing in mine, but like...not really because my life is boring and I get writers block.

Never the less, I like to find and read other people's blogs. It started off nice and slow. It started with The Bloggess then it went on to Mepsi. (Mepsi I'm not linking you because I'm tired and it's like...midnight and yeah stop hating me) Then I found Moog, and I was like..okay. And then I just started finding other people. Mostly through comments. I'd read through the comments and I was like..WOW! These people are fucking HILARIOUS! And these are just their fucking COMMENTS! COMMENTS people! YEah. Exactly. And then I was like....well darnskippy, if their comments are this badass then their blog must fucking pwn!

And it did. All of the blogs I read are written by these ridiculously hilarious people that I'd like to just meet in person and then listen to them babble because obviously their babbling would be hilarious and I'd probably piss myself from laughing so hard. And they all also seem to be as angry, twisted, perverted as me. (I don't write about my perversions online..(Yeah you're welcome mom and dad!)) And either I think...Holy shit! So I'm not the only person who's like that OR I'm like..dude....these people are fucking ridiculous. I'm so tame.

And while I'm reading all of these blogs, like More IS Better by Nicole A. Or Wicked Shawn's blog, or Mepsi, The Bloggess, or Moog, or Elly Lou or Lady Bug etc. it occurs to me that..Holy shit...all of these people know each other. Via their blogs and emails and interwebs. Like...I never saw Wicked Shawn comment on Nicole's blog (then again I haven't ventured to her comments because I have nothing witty to contribute to her musings about vagina and her excellent life of testing out sex toys while living in San Fran.) but then I'm going through Nicole's reviews and posts on Toy With Me and low and behold who's commenting? Wicked Shawn. It's like...Homg! And I read the Bloggess and boom everybody I read is commenting on her stuff. And everybody is intertwined and it's just like..homg wtf!? Really.

It's almost like where I live. Everyone knows each other. And honestly I have friends in other cities and I'll be damned if they don't already know half of my friends. I just found out that my bestie knows one of my old Ex's and they're good friends. And it's like..FWA? this town is way to small! and that's how it feels on the internet while I'm reading these blogs.

And it also kind of feels like being back in high school again. Where I know the popular kids, but not well, and so I'm there, they know me, they acknowledge me however, I'm not really there. I'm on the outside looking in. At all of the bloggers. But when I turn around, nobody seems to be looking in on me.

Never the less. My blog list is getting larger and larger. I'm now following 16 blogs. That's not including the one's on my blog list on this blog. Yeah...Not like..a whole lot but it's still alot for me. Especially since like..last month I was really only following about 7. lol

12:01

2010-05-29T21:01:00.000-07:00

THIS SHIT IS FUCKING RIDICULOUS! And will end.

12:14. Mom says to calm the hell down. It's saturday night. I don't know what happened to that woman in her age, but I tell you, as she gets older she gets softer. humph!
They are still on those damn ATVs, but the music has stopped. so I hate them...a littler less. but not really.

My fucking NEIGHBORS!

2010-05-29T19:56:00.000-07:00

YEah! Yeah that's right! I'm writing yet ANOTHER post about my fucking neighbors, and their absent mindedness about noise. And how it FUCKING CARRIES !!!!! HELLO! I can hear these people talking.TALKING! And they live two properties down. Yeah. What. The. Bleeding. Fuck.

So, I haven't written about my neighbors in a while mainly because they haven't been outside. Why? because it wasn't summer. Therefore there was no need to be throwing parties, playing loud ass bad music and riding on those god damn four wheelers. The last post I wrote about them was....This one Back in April of 09. yeah. A year. A whole year. I'm sure in the time in between then they pissed me off too. But...I probably didn't write about it. Or I did and I just titled it something off subject. I do that sometimes.

So yeah, I haven't about these people because they have yet to do any of the fore mentioned. Well...well...well...well. Tonight, a saturday night, I dare say, they have taken the fucking cake. They are hitting all fucking bases. They are throwing a party, playing loud music and riding on those fucking four wheelers, and talking so loud I can hear them. When I stand outside.

Now everyone. Remember what is between them and me. A nice eight foot layer of relatively large ass trees. (Trees so big I can almost NOT see what they're up too....ugh) Someone ELSE'S 20 some odd acre yard. And then them. Yeah. Exactly. And I can still hear them speak.

The hell?

And I would like for you all to know, I was standing in my moms room complaining again and she not only had her fans on, but we were talking and they had been playing a movie and FUCK! you could still hear that god damn bass. Really?! And I'm in my room now, with the music on loud, about to turn the damn AC on and I CAN STILL HEAR THAT FUCKING BASS! AND THEM TALKING! >:O

I hate these people. (Hate is a strong word...And it's accurate so kiss my ass)
I can't stand it. And they're lack of giving a shit. They'll do this shit waay into the wee hours of the night. Well....Not to night and if they do..Homg. Shit. Shit will hits THE FUCKING FAN! I'm serious. I have work tomorrow and I don't want to go to sleep with the sweet annoying lullaby of their bass and their fucking ATVs. Yeah fuckers! I'mma find out what the noise limit is here, and what the curfew is too. And all I have to say is your shit better be packed up inside the damn house by 12am. 1am at the latest. Or you will be getting a fucking phone call.

Yeah we make noise but fuck. Not as much as these people.

My mom says I'm to harsh and that I need to lighten up and accept this. FUCK THAT! I don't have to accept anything. (Ohoh! Their music just got louder. LOUDER! Fuck. They have 50 minutes to turn that shit off[ yeah I'm counting]) I'll keep complaining and asking her to call them (because my mom's fucking scary) And if she doesn't want to do it, I'll look their number up myself and call them! And it will be uglier then my mother calling. And if they're still not packed up by 1am. I'm calling the fucking cops. yeah. the cops. this shit doesn't play with me folks.

No. Ugh.

My dad says he understands my anger but he kind of wishes he was there at the party. I say..fuck that. (they've met our neighbors, mainly because..their kids were on our property with their four wheelers. uh yeah. Private property. Get the fuck off. And stay off.kthx) Meh. They're nice people? Okay. Good for them. They're loud and inconsiderate people too. Would I like to be included in their party. No. Fuck that shit.

I'm almost thinking of just getting huge ass speakers and playing (really loudly with the bass up) a steady stream of hard rock, heavy metal and gangsta rap until 12am. Just so they know what it feels like. My mom said.."But why would we want to listen to that horrible loud music..."And I say...fuck. We don't even have to BE HERE. We could turn that shit up, leave a car here, and take the other and leave for a few hours. Give them a taste of their own medicine.

45 minutes and counting. An hour and 45 minutes and counting if they really want to push it.

Kung Fu Bear- Unedited Footage(NOT FAKE!)

2010-05-25T19:41:00.000-07:00

When I pray to the Google god...

2010-05-25T17:56:00.000-07:00

He answers.

"Google is my God!" - My dad. (Yeaaaah, my parents rock.)

So when I have questions I always run to google. When I have reports I always run to google. When I have cravings to see my favorite star crushes (IE Matt Damon, Eric Szmanda etc) I run to google. I have yet to run to google for Porn, but...I don't get much pleasure from porn so...it makes sense that I would not ask him about it. Google is my God. And as people would say "I belong to the church of...england or something else" I say, I belong to the church of Google.

Thus it only makes sense that I would run to google and pray that he/she/it could help me in these trying times.

You see a while back my dear friend M. Asked if I had any cute high heeled red patent leather shoes (With a platformed sole.). I said no but I'd be on the lookout. It's been almost a year and we've got nothing. The only thing we had that was close didn't have a platform and was pointed toed and...sold out rather quickly. And we have yet to get anything close to it.

I felt as though I had failed in some way, but because I'm me I quickly forgot about this guilt until she brought it up again the other day. The guilt washed over me again only this time much stronger seeing as she was still looking for them after a year thus, I turned to Google.

I asked if she had found anything via Google and she said yes, but it was like...over $200. Clearly she is not as strong a believer in Google as I am because when I googled "Red patent leather high heel" I came up with tons of things. Including this site.

www.like.com/shoes

Yeah...I LOVE YOU GOOGLE!!!!!!

Google totally handed me a gold mine of patent leather high heeled red shoes. It was like....orgasmic really. And I've been on this site for 30 minutes now just....rolling around in its glory. So I quickly pulled up a couple of hot platformed PL red shoes I thought M would like (whether she could wear them or not [beauty knows no pain M! IT knows no pain!]) but I have no idea whether she'll be able to view the links. So I'm posting them here. Plus...I think you guys should enjoy this site too.

Jessica Simpson
These are a bit darker then red, but they're by Jessica Simpson and though she's dumber then dirt..she makes hot shoes.

Sears.

These are hot too. Though a bit high, but I figure if my 50some odd year old French teacher can walk in those all day M. can sport them too.

also at Sears.
By the same company as the one above. Also hot. a little different though. The picture wasn't coming up so just the link.

www.shiekhshoes.com I thought those were also nice. And not to much on the pricey side either.

Aaand because blogger sucks sometimes these next ones are just links to hot shoes. One of which is a Jimmy Choo. Yeah I'd do alot for this shoe. And I mean that. I love me some Jimmy Choo's.

Jimmy Choo Yeah someone get me those plz. size...11. Lawl I have big feet.

Christian Louboutin
And those, buy me those too plz.

Thigh high Patent leather Yeah...definite kinky bedroom shoes. ;)

EDIT:

Found those at Victoria's Secret's website. Totally forgot that they have the hottest shoes of life.

Mother's Day Month?

2010-05-19T18:29:00.000-07:00

Waait wait wait...I thought Mother's day was exactly that. A day. Specifically for honoring the mothers in the world.

To normal people it is. To normal people out there, this holiday lasts only a day and then it ends. However, my family is not made up of "Normal" people. My mother, is not a normal person.

Please! Please GOD don't take this in the "Homg she must be saying she's crazy?" way, we're "Normal" or as normal as any other American family out there. It's just, my mother, is very good at...prolonging events that honor her. (IE, Her birthday and mother's day)

It all started one year on April 18th. Of some year. We were taking my mother out for her birthday, and because we live in Bumfuck, there's nothing nice around here. No good restaurants, no good movie theaters, clubs etc. So we went out of town. Sadly the only real way of getting out of our city was via one stretch of highway. Highway 58.

So we're cruising along and all of a sudden we're stopped. All of the traffic is at a stand still on our side of the freeway. The exits and entrances are slam packed with people trying to leave.

So we're sitting in the car for a good 45 minutes until we decide that, maybe we'll just eat somewhere in downtown bumfuck and celebrate her birthday on a different day. We did so. It took us about an hour to get to a restaurant in a place where it should have taken only fifteen minutes at the most.

And that's when it all began. Her prolonging her birthdays. First it was this. We celebrated her birthday not only on her birthday but also on another day. Then the next year rolled around and guess what!? She wants at least two days for her birthday. The next year, three days. etc.

And what this entails is this. She does it in a sneaky way. We celebrate her birthday on her birthday, and then the next day she doesn't feel like doing anything. So she says ..."You know, I don't feel like making dinner today. And you know I shouldn't have to because, it's like..still my birthday." And I'm just like..Excuse me?! THE FUCK?! No it's not! your birthday was yesterday! get in that kitchen and make dinner! Her: "Nope, yeah it's definitely my birthday still. I promise it will just be for this one day." Or maybe she doesn't promise but she certainly gives you the belief that this day that she's grabbed for her "second" birthday is the last. And then it continues. "Oh well really, this entire week should be my birthday. &&& You know when your birthday comes around...YOU can have multiple days for your birthday okay? Okay great. I'm not making dinner or feeding all 100 some odd farm animals today. (Goes back to knitting or reading her blogs while enjoying her latte with extra foam)

BUT WAIT! THERE"S A CATCH! because please understand for years I've been trying to pull what she pulled over my birthday and DAMNIT! IT never WORKS! EVER! NEVER EVER! Not once. And why? Because I have things to do. I have school, I have work. I have things to do. If I say, hey it's the second day of my birthday, and we have no dishes in the kitchen...guess what. either two things happen. Either one, I still end up doing them, or some of them because my mother orders me to do it with her soft cunning demanding I'll fucking kill you if you don't guilt laden voice. OR! The dishes don't get done an they sit there on the counter, waiting for me the next morning. Where I do them all because...guess what today isn't my birthday so it's back to the grind stone.

Now I bet you're wondering where the hell Mother's Day plays into all of this whining and complaining. It comes in right now. Right this very fucking second.

So my mother was gone for Mother's day. She was away in CO for my cousins college graduation. (I had better things to do like go see my all time favorite band in the capital.the capital of my city )
And so anyways obviously she was not here to celebrate it with her family. However! She still celebrated it with our family in CO. (Cousins, sisters and in-laws) So boom. Right there, one day dedicated to mother's day. Now obviously as soon as she got home we were going to take her out someplace nice to celebrate. We were, until my brother backed out for some reason, or work or something. Thus she still couldn't really have her day. However she still went out to dinner.

Day three. Oh yes. Today, we FINALLY took her out (again brother opted out) Thus she deemed this day mother's day as well. And with this came "Uhhh so...since this is totally my day (wait wtf? You've had like..three already) I don't think I should have to feed any of the animals." O_O <--- that was pretty much the look on my dad and my face.
The fuck? Really? You guys, we have a farm. And feeding everybody takes like.....20 to30 minutes. Because there are three groups of birds we have to feed and give fresh water to. Then the pigs. (Food and water) Goats get the same. food and water. And then the dogs get food and walked. My mother, wanted no part of any of this. Because it's still "mother's day" gvrbueigwykfrfruiefq HOMFG (Ho my fucking god)
Really?

Really right now? My dad said eventually we're going to have a "Mother's day month" And then a season. And then it will just morph into all year round. And honestly, I would totally NOT put it past my mother. I could honestly see her dragging her birthday out from the 18th of April until...NO WAIT! Because On the 1st of April we have my parents wedding anniversary so...She'd take the entire two months. Months of April and may to celebrate her wedding Anni. Her birthday and then mother's day. Oh yes. I see this is our future.

But seriously, anything that has to do with her, she drags it out as long as possible.

Like today she said mother's day would last until 7pm. Well at about 9pm we were both doing something or heading for something and she said WAIT! I should get it first because...technically it's still mothers day." and I was like..DUDE THAT ENDED TWO HOURS AGO! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!? (I didn't say that last part but it was heavily implied in my voice.)

My mother is so baffling sometimes.

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In other news we took her to a place called The Painted Lady. If you enjoy tea parties and what not and Tea, you will enjoy the Painted Lady. They have three choices of dining selections for your tea. The Afternoon Tea is your own personal choice of Tea, three samples of sandwiches, two choices of scones and four different choices of desert. This all comes on this tall platter. The sandwiches are small rectangle pieces. (takes three bites to consume unless you take big bites) The Scones are thick hard and flaky an about the size of my hand. They are amazing! (They give you a platter of some lemon spread, jellyish jam and some...buttery creamy thing to accompany the scones) And different deserts. They give you enough for each person to have one of everything. (Although I ate all of the chocolate covered strawberries (three total, because..there were three of us)

If I remember correctly there were about five types of tea. They definitely had black and English Breakfast tea and then they had a couple of others. my mother chose English Breakfast (yawn), my father chose this very strong interesting tea they called Gunpowder something. (Damn I can't remember but it had something to do with a gun) and it smelled horrible! But it tasted good, if you like strong teas and can ignore it's strong smell. Which smells like an ashtray. No joke. I had Apricot Tea. It was a lighter one. It smelled lovely though. I added lemons to mine, whilst my mother added raw sugar cubes and milk to hers.

Then there's also the Royal Tea which has everything the Afternoon tea has except it also comes with champagne. and then there was a kid's one which comes with a bear shaped scone I think, tea, a fresh cookie and peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Never the less I enjoyed myself. I loved our waiter who was polite, helpful and not smothering yet was around mostly when we needed him.

I really worry about today's youth

2010-05-17T20:43:00.000-07:00

This is another video. Not as bad as the last one I was shown and posted, however...really?

Bay To Breakers

2010-05-17T20:01:00.000-07:00

I was reading a blog that I follow and she happens to live in San Fran.

Now normally I totally wouldn't give this a seconds thought but she mentioned attending a race over the weekend.

Bay To Breakers.

It happens every third sunday in may.

Next year I have to go.

The blogger mentioned there was tons of drinking, nudity, and more importantly good times.

It's a race, a 7.6 mile race, and most people tend to either dress in costume or go nude.

I am utterly fascinated by this event. I've been looking at photos for a half an hour now.

I hate the city, especially driving in it. But I've been to San Fran. And I really do enjoy it there.

And I really really want to go to this event next year.

It looks like so much fun! I don't know if it's because everyone is drunk or if it's because everyone is completely free and comfortable.

I mean, in order to walk around nude in public with no a big smile on your face, enjoying yourself must be so awesome! to be so completely comfortable with your body.

I could never imagine. Hell I have a problem just getting into a bikini.

Never the less, I want to go to this event next year. I think it would be a blast.

All I need is someone to go with.

Any takers?

NO! JUST NO!

2010-05-14T07:18:00.000-07:00

Have we NO SHAME America?! Huh?! Clearly not! Especially if we think that allowing girls between the ages of 7-9 to dance like this, in strips of fabric (because they're not wearing enough to actually call it clothing) is okay

The parents point of view on all of this controversy....

"As a father when you're watching your kid, no, you're looking at it as a proud kid who has really high energy, who doesn't really know what she's doing."

Really?! NO. I'm sorry, but I'm not even a parent and I can certainly say that if I did have a child, and I saw my daughter doing this at such a young age, (especially as a dance routine) I'd be breaking down the door of the dance teachers office.

And I know for a FACT that if I was this young again, still doing dance and my dad (hell both my parents) saw me doing that. Hell would have broken loose.

Don't get me wrong, those girls are amazing dancers for their age, but there is no need for them to be dressed like that while doing those moves. There are plenty of other hip hop moves they can do that don't involve dancing like a whore.
And the parents should know this.

YES

2010-05-11T08:15:00.000-07:00

So when I first started becoming addicted to blogs I set three goals for myself.

1) Leave a comment and have it responded to.

2) Be a "Taken Tuesday" on Mepsipax's blog.

and

3) Be a "Comment of the Day" On The Bloggess' blog.

Well....I have two down now and one more to go.

I've been both responded to by The bloggess and Mepsi when I've left comments and now...

I was part of Taken Tuesday on Mepsipax's blog!
AHAHAHA I feel so...famous! This is seriously like...the happiest day of my life.

So now all I have to do is be a "comment of the day" on the Bloggess. And then my life will be complete.

MTB

2010-05-10T11:42:00.000-07:00

the second band everest.

Minus The Bear in tee minus 4.5 hoursss

2010-05-08T12:30:00.000-07:00

W00t. With Thomas of Altell. Let's see how this plays out kids. Hopefully for the best.

I shall see you on the other side.

Giirrrl yo hair be messy...

2010-05-08T04:39:00.000-07:00

SHUT THE FUCK UP!

So I have dreadlocks. And every two weeks (if I have time) I retwist them, every two weeks. And I do this because it starts to look a hot mess when I don't, and I'm not trying to have that. However, when I'm busy, like I'm working 1-10 on my free days or I'm doing finals or some other bullshit, twisting my hair is like..waay on the fucking back burner.

Now I admit, since I'm done with finals I should get off my ass and do my hair, but I've been busy with other things, like..being lazy. (fuck you okay)
However, for some reason, the people of my small hillbilly wanna be town deem it their own personal business to comment on my hair. In both good ways and bad ways.

I don't mind the good ways, the "ooh girl I like your hair." and other stuff like that. I'm kind of getting annoyed at people asking me how long I've been growing them though. I feel as though I should type a sign to my back with an arrow pointing at my hair saying "I've had these for 7 1/2 years.Stop fucking asking me."

but what I don't like are the bad comments. The comments that are nobodies business. And this died for a little while, like a year or two, but recently, since my hair is a hot mess, people have been speaking up. Again.

And I say, BACK THE FUCK OFF BITCH! I'LL GET TO IT WHEN I HAVE FUCKING TIME! Jesus! It's none of your god damn business when I twist my hair you ghetto fabulous bitch. Plus your fake ass permed hair's not looking to hot either...

But please notice how I dont point this out because 1)I'm at work and I could get fired for saying something like that to a customer...(oh but shit will change when they confront me when I'm off) and 2) because I'm a decent fucking person who minds her own damn business.

So the first comment came from these two older ladies, probably in their early thirties. Or something. and it came a little over a year ago. They walked up to me, and they asked how long I'd been growing my hair. I told them 6 years. And then one of them looked at me and laughed and said "Bought time you be doing them again huh? they look messy." I swear to fucking god, she had the nerve to tell me my hair looked bad when she...she was walking around in dingy slippers, ripped up dirty shirt, sweat pants and her permed hair was so dirty and disgusting and undone that I could actively see things growing in it.

I just looked at her and laughed and then promptly said "yeah...yeah I do, and I'll do it, when I have a free moment when I'm not at work or in COLLEGE." YOU FUCKING IGNORANT GHETTO FUCKING CUNTBAG! And I mean...it's like, in comparison, I looked ten times more amazing then she did. I didn't look like I'd never taken a shower and that I had just rolled out of bed. I felt like slapping her and pointing this fact out but I didn't. Because...it's none of my business and I'm a decent fucking person.

the second time it happened was recently. I was wringing this lady up and she looked at me and she asked, "Are you growing your hair out?" And I was like..Excuse me?! No. I am not! And she was like.."Oh...well it just looks like you are that's all." And I just handed her her things and said "No I just haven't had time to do it since I've been here working, or doing finals." and walked away.

The third time was..yesterday? yeah. I was walking around checking on people when these two guys (one in his twenties, the other in his like...fifties or sixties) walked into the store. I checked on them and the younger guy said they were doing okay and then the other guy mumbled something loud and I turned around and he was like.."mumble mumble you mumble" and I just stared and was like..really? what the bleeding fuck did you just say? Because clearly you don't speak English, and I do. So....unless you speak French, then you need to open your damn mouth and speak English. And then he came up to me and was all.."Oh girl who do yo hair?" And I was like..."I do!" And he was like.."Oh. well...Yo boy you got yo cards?.." the boy said no and I just walked away at this point because honestly, I don't want your dingy hand made card that says "Hi come to my creepy house in the ghetto so I can twist your hair, something I know you can do it yourself." yeah no thanks.

But really, what makes these people think that it's any of their business when I do my hair? and I'll be damned if most of them don't look a lot worse then I do. Jesus.

I fucking hate people.

And I fucking hate Itunes! fuck! No I don't want to upgrade my damn itunes, now give me my fucking songs! Oh you can't? because some of the songs require Itunes 7.whatfuckingever, well fuck you. Oh and if you screw up my music....oh...oh....The things that will happen.

O,O

2010-05-05T13:23:00.000-07:00

When boredom strikes it's an ugly thing. Especially when it's like....100 degrees outside with clear blue sky's and almost no wind to speak of whatsoever. So my school semester ended, on Monday. Since then I have done all of nothing. Except for to work. I worked, for seven hours, upon which I was bored. I came home, and became even more bored. In my boredom I've watched several movies, talked online and napped. in my undies, with the AC on.

I.
Can't.
Wait.
For school to start again.

This boredom is getting to me.

I can't even take a walk around my property! Not just because it's like...fucking insanely hot outside, but with the semi high grass in my yard...it's crawling with different sized ticks. I took my dogs out for a walk like I normally do. never again. I came back, sat on my bed and in the first minute I pulled off four ticks from the bottom of my pants. They died a horrible death of being squashed on my french book with my cell phone. Two hard objects, plus immense pressure. Equals death.
And then..And then! I stripped searched myself and found the smallest tick I have ever laid eyes on. It was no larger then a pin hole. Seriously I would have missed it completely if it hadn't been walking on my leg. So that's five, five ticks in like two minutes. The fuck? Really?

I'd clean the kitchen but it's way to damn hot in there and since there's no wind, even with the windows open it's still like an oven in there. I'd clean out the car for my road trip saturday but..again, it's to bloody hot. I'd clean my room, but I'm finding it hard to motivate myself to get off of my ass. Plus, I want to listen to music but setting my laptop down without ventilation for the bottom with most likely cause it to overheat. No joke. The bottom is even hot now, as it sits on my lap, with the AC on.

I can't believe it's may and it's like 90 degrees outside. but yes, Global warming is a myth.

"I'm going to visit you everyday shaaaawty"

2010-05-01T08:46:00.000-07:00

Fuck no you're not! >:O

ok so...last night when I was working, this was actually in the evening around 6pm, these two ghetto looking guys walk in and of course the first thing that pops into my head is, They're going to hit on me, because like, that always happens. And they did. But not before they dragged my ass around the store and back. Okay so we have guy in all black who is....John. and then we have his friend who can't speak clearly, loudly or proper english to save his life. He will be Mumbles. So John is like.."Oh hey you got Timberlands?" I say yes and show him what we have. It's not what he's looking for. And it's not in his size either. He needed a size seven. Which is fucking ridiculous because the guy is like, taller then I am. The fuck? Anyways, We don't have his timbs so he's like..Oh what about these?

He starts messing with my Converse display and I'm like, about to flip a shit because I just cleaned it up and I hate it when people fuck with things so I'm like, oh those are $39.99. And they're over here. Because like all stupid people as soon as they see the display they think, oh, must be right here, next to the display, ignoring the fact that each display is pretty much just randomly placed and nowhere near where it actually is. So anyways I show them the converse.
"Naaah these aint what I want...you got vans?" his friend mumbles who looks like he just rolled out of bed, mumbles something to me. Something extremely stupid. He mumbled "You meeerried.? Me. O_O The fuck? "No" "Oh I thought you was cuz of dat ring on yo finga"
okay so...this question would be understandable and not stupid, if he had asked me that about three months ago when I did indeed wear what looked like a wedding band on my left ring finger. but no, right now, it's bare. There's nothing on my left hand at all! NOTHING! There isn't even an indication that a ring used to sit on my left ring finger.

The ring he saw on my hand, was on my RIGHT, MIDDLE finger. The hell? If I was married do you think my ring would be on my right hand? NO. Ugh. I just blinked and continued to ignore him. The two guys started dissing Vans because they weren't their style (no they didn't say style they said slang words that I don't remember. And then as I was walking away because obviously I was wasting my time here...Mumbles asks me "Yo can I get yo numba?" me: "NO!" Him" What? Why not" Me: Because I don't give it to people I don't know..." I say this as I'm walking away about to help someone who actually needs help. And then Mumbles starts mumbling about how that's messed up and blahblahblah. And I'm thinking...take your ghetto ass out of here please. Thank you.

And theeeen this happens. Apparently While they continued to look around the store they called some of their friends over to meet them and at some point, upon which I missed, they joined them in the store which spawned this.

So I'm helping some lady at the counter and John walks up to me and is holding up three pairs of Polo shoes (these cost 40$ each) "you got these in a seven? or seven and a half?" I told him I wasn't sure but I'd be there in a couple of minutes. So I waited on the lady, and then went over to the window where the polo's are and started looking for his shoes. We had two eights in the ones he wanted and one seven and a half. I told him, and he pondered this for a minute, and while he pondered this and I located all of his shoe boxes one of the new guys that had just entered asks me my name. In a low, annoying trying-to-be-sexy-voice. I look up at him. He's okay looking, better dressed in his white t-shirt and jeans, his hair done. He looked better then Mumbles who was wearing pretty much the same thing only his t-shirt looked like it needed to be thrown away and made into a rag rather then a shirt. So I'm thinking....tell him my real name or tell him Tiffany. (Which I do alot, depending on the situation) I vote for using my real name, in case someone decides they need me and actually shout out my real name. He looks at me and repeats my name...and then he says "You know Rebekah you're really pretty." And I say, without thinking.."Thanks my boyfriend says so." And I continue on with what im doing and then...

He says "Your boyfriend tells you? Well I'd tell you a hundred times a day." And I'm thinking...HOMG GIVE UP! NO YOU'RE NOT GETTING MY NUMBER! NO I AM NOT FLATTERED!" So I don't say anything I just kind of give this half hearted laugh and then he says this. "I'mma come visit you. everyday." And he says something else which spawns this response from me. "Now that...would just be creepy." Him: "Oh but I'd buy stuff, see it would make it worth your time" Me: "It would still be creepy" and I walk away with Johns shoes to get the lefts.

When I get back and I ring John up, one of his friends (one of the guys that met up with them) is mumbling some shit I can't understand which is leading john to not get his purchase. So it's like this...I ring everything up, I tell him his total which is $130something and he's like..hmm well..I don't know...well yeah I want them." His friend mumbles "whatyoufind something different heuirh mall you like betta" John :" hmm naah well...*sheepish look at me* Me: look you can always return them if you don't want them or if you find something better" Boy who was telling me he'd stop by this store everyday to visit me (because he's a creeper I'm assuming) "yo man don waste my girls time.." *smile at me* Me : THE FUCK!? (I'mthinking all of this) YOUR GIRL!? I AM NO ONES GIRL! HOMG! JOhn: yeah I want them." So I set everything up, he's about to run his card and then BAM! "Actually....*mumbles to his friend, friend mumbles back* naaah can you...heheh, can you stop this? I..I don want them." and I say yes with a smile but my eyes are saying "thanks for wasting my fucking time you annoying POS" and then as they're walking out the door and I'm voiding his stuff from the register I hear the creeper guy say "Yo and I'll be back to visit you." Me: ...*ignore* Him: "Yo ma you hear me? You listening?" me: "*cricket* I continue to do what I'm doing until I hear the door shut. Ahh a sigh of relief and annoyance.

Seriously though. Visit me here, at work, everyday? How can you not only think that that might excite me, especially after I told you I had a boyfriend. How can that comment not seem Creepy and stalkerish to you at all!? Like if I walked up to Altel Thomas when we first met and said " hey you're really hot. I'mma visit you at work everyday and tell you you're hot a hundred times a day." I'd not only freak him out but I'd freak myself out and wonder if I didn't need to be locked up.

Ugh. What. A.Night.

In Your dreams

2010-04-30T08:46:00.000-07:00

From what I remember of Thursday 10pm until Friday, 3am.

It's honestly....not very much.

It all started when I went to go pick up my friend Wes from his house to go and take him to the mall for the midnight showing of A Nightmare On Elm Street. It was about 10:30pm thursday and I kind of had to pee, but not really badly and I figured it would take a grand total of like, ten minutes to get from his house, through the tunnel, over the bridge (to grandmothers house we go?) through the garage of the mall and to the movie theater. I. Was. Wrong.

So For the past two days Norfolk has decided that it is high time to clean the tunnels I guess, which has royally fucked my day over Twice. Last time it was Wed. night and it took me twenty to thirty minutes just to get through the tunnel, as it was now down to one lane. This time, last night, was soooo much worse. Mainly because I had to piss like a fucking race horse and I was stuck at a crawl in one lane of traffic. I sat there shaking and dancing in my seat laughing with Wes and debating how I should attack my current situation. If Wes had not have been there, I probably would have pissed myself, or tried to find a bottle. One or the other.

Anyways after about twenty minutes of sitting on our ass going 3miles an house I decided to take the mid town tunnel (which I hate and have absolutely NO idea where it is) Which Wesley directed me too. So we're driving in Down town P-town and of course, because god fucking hates me...We hit every. Red. Light. there is to man. The hell!? Really?! Like, I have to pee &&& I still have to make it to the mall so I could buy my tickets. So we're like..driving in P-town and after like, twenty minutes we make it to the mall. After you know, I hit every red light there is between the Down Town Tunnel, P-town, the midtown tunnel and the mall.

So after I park my car, grab my stuff I literally run to the bathrooms near the food courts, (which I noticed is one of two bathroom in that entire three story mall (unless you're seeing a movie) Anyhoo, I run to the bathrooms thinking, Yes! Yes this is my moment! Only......to be greeted by a locked door. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Doom has reached me YET again.

I just, can't catch a break. So I decide that I'll just use the one in the theater, which is like..my only option so I run in line, which...there isn't really one, there is one couple in front of me and I'm thinking oh good, they'll be quick. WRONG! Like...really? It didn't take her long to buy her and her boyfriend or whatever their tickets no. It took her forever to put her shit away in her wallet, and to move her ghetto, high heeled wearing, booty hanging out ass OUT OF THE GOD DAMNED LINE! Like, I'm standing there, her man is talking to the guy at the counter and I'm thinking...homg MOVE MOVE MOVE SOME OF US HAVE TO PEE!!!!!!! (it's about 11:30 at this point.) And this girl is just taking her own sweet time moving, and by the time she took that first step away from the counter, I almost ran her clean over.

Bitch move. Homegirls GOT to pee!!!!

And then I bought my ticket, threw my ticket at the ticket girl (not really) and ran, no seriously, ran to the bathroom. Ahhhhh What a relief!

After I was done with that I went into the theater, which wasn't that full and looked around for Wes, who wasn't there. And because I was doing this it would explain why I didn't see him the first time. I saw someone that looked like him, and I think we might have made eye contact but because I was looking for Wes and the guy I looked at didn't show any kind of reaction I blew it off and went back outside to look for Wes. Finally I found him and we sat down and proceeded to watch the same three commercials on screen and comment on how many black people seemed to be there. Which lead me to suspect that we'd get a hell of alot of commentary. Which we did. But after we sat down and talked for a little bit a surprising figure plopped himself next to me and saaaaaid (something like) "I never knew you were in to Freddy" Remember kids, that not exactly what he said but that was the gist of it. Upon which I turned and (to my dismay) I said I was and then I squealed and gave him a huge hug. And I say to my dismay because I never squeal when I see the boy. ever. That's something I do in my head. I always see him after a long time apart and on the inside I'm like.."HOMGrngutreg YAY! squeal jump hug HOMGheuiwgfe* But on the outside I'm like ..."Heeeey" :) *hug* The squeals are never supposed to come out. ever. and it did and as soon as it did I was like..HOG WTFWTFWTF!!!! And then we talked for a little while. But since he had come with someone he had to leave. So I bid the Boy farewell and continued to talk to Wes.

After about ten minutes of talking more "semi" previews started coming on, there was one for the new Karate Kid (which I will not be seeing) one for something else, another one for something else and then this one.

A preview for this show.
TBS: The Neighbors From Hell.

I really truly wish I could find a youtube or trailer clip from somewhere of this show. It is by far the greatest, most disturbing thing I have ever seen in my life. There was humor, dog kissing, the mention of donkey shows, ...WAIT! Found a link.
Neighbors From Hell

I can't view the link because I don't have Adobe Flash(because I refuse to download it...dont ask me why) But like I was saying, Donkey shows, getting into a private room but placing your crotch on a pad (instead of your finger..) And when this popped on I was talking to Wes and at first I ignored it because I couldn't hear anything because everyone was talking and it was packed and loud, but eventually Wes and I just sat there and stared. In horror, and amusement. And before we knew it, the entire theater was silent. No joke. One minute it was loud and you could hardly hear yourself speak and the next minute...you could hear a pin drop. I didn't even notice until Wes was like..Uh..Dude...it's really quiet in here. and then someone else further away whispered..."What the fuck...?" Upon which I busted out laughing.

After that commercial was over and everyone was just kind of like..wtf was that shit? The movie started and the previews went by and then the movie really started. And then....someone clapped. And I'm not talking like, clapped their hands together in anticipation, I'm talking clapping and figuring people would also chime in and give the Feature presentation a round of applause. And no one but him clapped. It was.."Your feature presentation.." Kid: "Clap!!!!" everyone else: *cricket*

Again, I couldn't help but giggle.

And then the movie opened up. I'd watched the preview so as soon as I saw the beginning I knew what was going to happen. (kind of) and so I was like..oh yeah okay so he falls asleep blahblahblah....(because like...Freddy comes after you in your dreams obviously) so I'm watching it, and I recognize things from the previews so I'm sitting there in my head thinking,...this shit isn't scary, I got this. And when Freddy popped out for the first time, I kind of jumped, but not really because I knew it was coming. It was the second time he came out, of fucking nowhere, that I jumped. Actually that's an understatement. I fucking Screamed and jumped. I felt like a pussy. But I wasn't the only one who screamed, there was a girl in front of me who pretty much jumped and screamed at every part there was to scream at. even at the parts that didn't have Freddy.

For me, ten minutes or so into the Opening scene, and the ending were the worst for me. Mainly because I saw things coming and I didn't close my eyes because I didn't think they'd be that bad. And....they were. And then I was like...oooooh fuck my life. Awesome. Totally didn't want to see that. But I did. Fuck my life. I'm kind of scared now. The rest of the movie went by, I covered my eyes for some parts, mainly because I can tell when something is going to pop out of nowhere and I really hate that. And probably three quarters of the way through I screamed at another part. And this part that I screamed at, was totally in the previews. The hell? What is wrong with me. But in my defense it totally caught me by surprise. Mainly because I had forgotten about that part.

And being that Wes and I were surrounded by black people (because seriously, black people talk ALOT during movies) we had the best fucking commentary of life. Like sometimes I'd just pray they'd say something funny during a scary part so I could laugh, instead of scream in horror.

All in all. A good time was had by all. I saw the boy on the way out. Shouted at him to say good bye. Which I probably won't do again since he was just kind of like..O_O What? okay bye. And I was just like..really? Okaybye to you too punk. but whatever. I had a good time.

I think I might bye this movie....

Ohoh...and in other news, on the way back in P-town on Fredrick blvd? there were atleast a minimum of 20 cops stopped on the side of the road surrounding something. A car it looked like. Wes and I are debating between drug bust, murder, GSW (gun shot wound) or....I don't know what else.. But I have never in my life seen so many cops, with their lights on in one place.

Hello Freddy.

2010-04-29T23:58:00.000-07:00

So I went for the midnight screening of A Nightmare On Elm street. This is the remake and yes I am aware I suck for not seeing the seven other originals. But I'm not here to sit and compare between the films. Was this one good? I don't know. It fit okay with what I know about Freddy from what my brother used to tell me though the ages of five and seven. His personality was spot on. Which I loved.

Out of all of the horror movies my brother used to tell me about (Freddy, Jason, Chucky, Halloween) Freddy always caught my attention the most. I mean Chucky scared me, but that's because I have a fear of dolls. And I'm not talking about your American Girl dolls I'm talking porcelain dolls. Baby Dolls. Things like that. Those scared....no wait they still scare me, the shit out of me. So it was only natural that I'd be scared of Chucky and the things my brother would tell me about him.

But I never feared Freddy. And I don't know why. Maybe it was his twisted sense of humor that he spat out in witty comments as he tortured his victims in their sleep I don't know. But when my brother would quote him I'd laugh at some of the things he said. I found him funny. Likable almost.

This fascinates me though because out of all of these horror characters I believe he is the scariest of them all. For me atleast. He's in your dreams, which is when you're most vulnerable. There's no escaping him in your sleep. I mean take it from someone who has had quite some scary nightmareish dreams before. It's hard to get out of them. Or at least it is for me. When I was little I used to be able to get out of them sometimes if I closed my eyes really tight. But alot of the times, if I wasn't so scared I thought I might die, I'd close my eyes and I'd open them again and be right where I was before. Stuck in my dream. And then you think, hey I'll stay awake. Drink tons of coffee and what not. Staying up when you're tired is hard. I've tried to pull those all nighters I hear people talking about. I've never been able to successfully pull one off. I've always drifted off to sleep.

Though I was hit with a curb ball while watching it. Freddy is a pedophile.?! The fuck? Ugh. Totally didn't know (because I like, totally didnt know the story line) So uncool.

...he's still my favorite though. Out of all of the horror characters out there.

And I will try and watch at least one of the originals...maybe. I screamed twice during the movie. &&& the opening and closing scenes were the worst for me. I really wish I could UNsee them.

Rebekah, Don't let the chicken Defeat you.

2010-04-27T13:35:00.000-07:00

Those are the words (kind of) that spewed out of my mothers mouth yesterday after she sent me into the hen house to collect the eggs.

My answer...FUCK! THAT! SHIT! I'd rather be defeated by a fucking Hen then be pecked! Being pecked sucks you guys. It hurts. And it hurts more when you can't see where you hand is and it comes out of fucking nowhere. &&& It hurts even MORE then that when the chicken goes for the soft spot of your hand, the part right between the fingers.

Ugh. What a cunt

So you guys can sit here and laugh at me for being afraid of a chicken. A hen no less.
But you have to understand, hens are mean. And they're even meaner when they're setting. For those of you who don't have farms setting is when a hen parks self on a clutch of eggs and never leaves except to take a shit and eat. It's how chickens are born.

Anyhoo. They get meaner, and they like...refuse to move off of their nest. Which sucks for me for two reasons.
REASON NUMBER 1) It's hard enough to grab a chicken or duck, when they've parked themselves in a small corner in a small cramped hen house so please understand it's even harder to get them off of the eggs when they fighting AGAINST you and running back to their nest.

REASON NUMBER 2) They're meaner like I said. And most of the time once you've finally managed to pick them up or drag them out by their tail feathers (oh yes I do this often[but it's their own fault])they go running right on back to their nest and then they put up their battle stations and attack! the fuck you guys? Really?

If they only knew....

The rule on our farm via my mother is this. If you are a hen of any kind....duck, chicken, ginnie(useless pieces of..) you may lay your eggs where ever you like. And you may also set anywhere...BUT the hen house. The hen house is only for hens who want to pop out an egg and leave. NOT for setting. So we now have three hens (two ducks, one chicken) that we have to fight everyday in order to get eggs.

I hate my life.

Oh and in other news on our farm. We have these hens called CooCoo somethings. They're fat and ugly and black and white. Anyways, we have three. Like a month ago one of them decided she was going to start setting in this garbage can filled with fresh straw. To my mothers dismay she would never leave so she decided to place eight duck eggs under her and would steal her chicken eggs. This worked out rather nice...until her sister decided she too, wanted to start setting. And this sister decided she wanted to sett on her sister's nest. So now...we have two CooCoo's setting on the same nest, which happens to be a garbage can. In all of my ten years of owning chickens I have never in my life seen two hens share a nest.

I've seen a duck hen run to another ducks nest and destroy it by kicking the eggs all over the place and then walk away. but that's it.

(pics up soon. Of both the Coocoo's and that bitch of a chicken who attacks me)

Honestly you guys, go ahead and call me a pussy, I'm not fighting that bitch. She's mean, last time I moved her she bit me four times. And today when I tried to reach in there again she attacked me. I don't care how it looks. I was defeated. By a fucking chicken.

Corset

2010-04-26T21:27:00.001-07:00

I love Corsets. With like, all of my heart. I have on in fact, it's ribbed, simple and black. It's uber sexy. But not like these....

So I was patrolling the Bloggess, you know, as usual, and she had posted these photos of her in this really sexy black corset and I was like..HOMG FULL BODY PHOTO NOW! PLZ!

(&&& Not because I'm a perv. No way. But because I wanted to see the corset, to know where she got it from and whether it could be worn out in the public.)

So she sent me a link. She sent me a link to Edenfantasys. I think I'm utterly in love.

Obviously some of these corsets are not made to be worn outside beyond your bedroom. Like this one.
This is the one the Bloggess was wearing. (yeah, girls got BADASS taste!)

But these ones (well some of them) Could be sported beyond the bedroom.

Not a big fan of the color myself though *sigh*

I love this. With all of my heart and soul.

&&& I'm totally pondering whether I should buy those. Though I think my dad might have a heart attack (along with my mother) if I walked out of the house wearing that as a shirt. But hey...

in other news. I spent most of the afternoon with a good old friend of mine. And we went to Wal-Mart and they had DVDs for $5 as usual. Homg I pawed through all of them. And came out with some nice ones. I got, All three Jurassic Parks, Save The Last Dance, RockNRolla, Diary of a Mad Black Woman,Batman Forever (AH HA MOM! Can't keep it out of the house forever!)40 Year old Virgin and Footloose. And then I was like..oh fuck. And I bought Sherlock Holmes (because it was a beast of a movie) and Up. Quite Possibly one of the cutest movies of life. Right behind Toy Story, Shrek....and yeah that's it.

$100 dollars at 10am

2010-04-20T14:56:00.000-07:00

People who walk in a buy $30 dollar or less items with a hundred dollar bill first thing in the morning...you. all. Suck.

Seriously there is always one person that walks into my store first thing in the fucking morning to dump their goddamn $100 bill on us. Fuck. We don't want it. Grow a pair of balls when you go and cash your check and tell the teller you don't want $100's or $50's. Or if you're to much of a pussy to do so then go dump your $100's on large stores like Wal-Mart and shit. Places that can take it.

My god. What got me on this rant is the fact that it's been boiling inside of me for a while. Everyday I open the damn store we get slammed with two things. Well three, tired annoyed people is one, two are people returning items. and three are people buying cheap ass shoes, like dropping 30$some odd dollars (like the lady today) and then going through their wallet and pulling out that $100 dollar bill.

Really? First thing in the morning? yes we get change from the bank, but not enough to hand you 70$ in change. and if we did it would clean us out completely, and please, please ask yourself if we're really going to do that. Fuck no. So please, stuff that 100 back in your purse and hand me your credit card, your check or smaller fucking bills. That I know you have because I see you skipping them as you go to the back of your little bank envelope.

I told the lady today straight up I wasn't taking her $100. She looked at me with this look like...Oh you'll take it" as she jabbered away on her cellphone (so rude) and I gave her the same look right on back. Only with a twinge of, "Take this shit back or don't get the shoes, I don't give two fucks but I sure as hell am not taking this $100. and I'm not calling my boss to ask if we have enough" She grumbled and sure as shit pulled out her credit card. I wanted to jump across the counter and slap her.

ugh but we got slammed with annoying stupid people today. Like the lady with her son, who pretty much was having a some kind of breakdown because every shoe box she picked up was empty. and at first I felt sorry for her but after I explained what was going on she just got bitchy with me and all of a sudden I kind of wanted to hit her.

and then then there was the guy my boss had. He strolled up to the counter where she was entering in transfers and throws down three separate shoes he's found and he says "I want the boxes to these but before you do that, let's get down to business, where's your bathroom." And my boss was like..okay well, someone will have to lead you back there-
"Okay well lead me back there"
"Because it's not a PUBLIC BATHROOM"
"Okay"
"Okay well let me just stop everything I'm doing and let me lead you back there"

The guy was a real demanding dick. Yes, please ignore the fact that we're busy, not only with chores to do but also with OTHER people. (my boss was also in the middle of handling someone's exchange. But she had to stop because she had to lead the guy to the bathroom) And then he went up to me while I was getting his shoes ready, because he's to fucking lazy to find the damn boxes himself or something, and he starts messing with our long shoe horns and he's like.."Is this the only one you have?"
"Yes"
"Well, it's to long. It's to bendy...I don't like it you need smaller normal ones"

And I felt like turning around and screaming, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DON"T BUY IT THEN! YOU ARROGANT PRICK! But instead I just rolled my eyes and left him mumbling to himself.

I really am tired of this.

These people. Their attitudes. The boxes. Everything.

I'm just tired.

Buzzz..."OH HELL NO! squish

2010-04-19T18:23:00.001-07:00

So I have some OCD qualities. Like, I when I wash the dishes I have to wash the plates first, then the bowls, the cups/mugs included, knives, large spoons and forks (like you know the super large spoon and forks, (the ones that are almost as large as the rubber spatulas) then the all of the smaller silverware. And when I wash those I wash them either, all of the forks at once, or all of the spoons together. etc. And then I go in for the dirty pots and pans and cutting boards. And then if I'm feeling really adventurous I go in and wash the thousands of yogurt containers my parents save....

I swear this like, all has a point.

And the point is, along with that craziness I just mentioned to you I also have this thing were if there's a bug in my room (like a fucking mosquito) I have to kill or remove it No. Matter. What.

And tonight, while I was quietly sitting here eating my desert of plain yogurt with chocolate I saw two of the most annoying evilest flying bugs known to man. I saw, not one but TWO female...MOSQUITO'S! Ohmygod you guys!!!

So you realize that tonight I'm going to try and go to bed, but if I so much as feel, or here those damn bugs flying in my ear I'm going to go rambo on their ass.

Straight rambo. No joke.

I've spent an hour looking for mosquito's in my room before, in a sleepy angry state, and I've chased them and waited standing completely still for them to so much as make a move. And I've found everyone, and killed them.

...

fuck this. I'm sorry this post sucks today you guys.

But alas I have absolutely NOTHING exciting to write about. I thought about writing about how much I hate people who write checks...in fact hold on let me vent about that for a second.

So I really really truly hate people who write checks. And when I say write checks I'm not talking about the people who write checks for like, couches or large expensive items like that. I'm talking about the people who buy like 40$ or less worth of stuff, look at their credit cards and then their cash, and then write a check. What the fuck?! you assholes! GET A CHECK CARD! I fucking swear they don't fucking bite and they do the same exact thing! Damn. The old people I can kind of understand, but please, if you're going to write your check at least start writing it when I start wringing your stuff up. I hate it when they're just standing there watching me, and I have this super long line and then they pull out their check book after I've told them their total and then they're like..Oh...where am I? Do you have a stamp? Oh whats the total again? 10.43$?

And then, AND THEN they don't have their ID ready! DOUBLE WHAT THE FUCK!? Most people want your ID when you write a check. Hell alot of places want it when you use you're goddamned Credit card. And then they spend like, two minutes digging through their purse and pockets and are all like.."Homg I know it's in here somewhere...hmm do you need it? hmm I wonder where I put it..."*digdigdig* and meanwhile the line is getting longer, the people are getting more annoyed and I'm standing here like..HOMGFUCKINGGODDDDDDDDD *twitchtwitch* And then sometimes to add insult to injury they're like.."Oh by the way that's not the correct address on my ID" teehee.

And I'm like..HOGHYOUFUCKINGCUNTBAGWHORE! GETOUTGETOUTGETOUT!!!!!!! >:O *head implodes*

But I digress.

but really, the old people I can understand not wanting to use checkcards. They're old, and suspicious and don't like change. But the young people, the people in their thirty's and younger, what the hell you guys?! get with the program PLEASE!

But then there's this one lady. I hate her so much. She always comes in there and starts shit. So everything, our phone, our credit cards and checks all run through ONE, OOOONNNNEEE phone line, and it's been like this for 10 years or so and you know the people know it, the regulars know it (and she is a regular) but they always pull this shit. Especially this one lady. So she waddles herself into my store with her equally large son ( &&& NO I DONT HATE THEM BECAUSE THEY"RE OBESE SO SHUT THE FUCK UP!) And they get their crap and she always pulls this shit. EVERY. FUCKING. TIME! and it's not like she's nice about it either. fucking snob!

So She goes up, and she forms to fucking piles right. Okay, so she's like.."I want to layaway these four pairs[of ugly fucking shoes] and then I want to buy these ones here."
Me: "Okay"

&&&&&& Then she pulls out her fucking checkbook. And it is almost always the last fucking check in her checkbook. So she pulls it out and starts filling it out. And when I'm done wringing everything up she quickly adds in a nasty tone "Oh and I want to only write one check"
me: Ma'am we can't do that."
Her: "Well thats just crazy! >:O WHY NOT! EVERYBODY ELSE CAN DO IT THAT MAKES NO SENSE!

(And it actually does you fucking cuntbag, because a layaway and your actual purchase are two SEPARATE transactions!!!!! GERRRAWR!

Me: -.- Well so sorry, but we can't do it....
Her: WELL I DON'T FEEL LIKE WASTING A CHECK AND HAVING TO WRITE TWO CHECKS THIS IS RIDICULOUS!"

Please remember folks, She comes in here all the time. So much infact we all know her (not personally, we just know her for her annoying nasty attitude and we all equally hate her)

Me: "...." -.-
Her: I want to speak to your...oh forget it what is my totally on my layaway!
me: "*insert number here* But you can pay-"
her: OH ALL I PLAN TO DO IS THE MINIMUM! >:O
Me: Okay...

And then this happens. And it happens every. Fucking. Time.

me: Can I please see your ID?"
her:" WHY?! >:O WHY DO YOU NEED TO SEE MY ID! I DONT CARRY MY ID This is ridiculous, that's me *points to check* (like it has a fucking picture and her ID number and birthdates on it and shit!) THATS ME! I COME HERE ALL THE TIME

And while she yelling at me and shit I'm thinking..How the FUCK can you NOT have your ID? You need that to legally (key word here I guess) operate your vehicle.

me: Well I'm sorry but I need your id in order to take this-
her: THATS RIDICULOUS AND THATS ME AND I WANT TO SPEAK TO YO MANAGER! BECAUSE YOU"RE THIS IS....Blahblahfuckingblah"
Me:Fine....

And then the manager gives me that look that pretty much says I hope this woman gets hit by a bus or chokes on her doughnut. And says (every fucking time) "We actually need your ID next time but I'm going to sign off on it this time because I know you but we can lose our jobs if we don't have your ID so please bring it in next time"

And then the woman continues to complain about my performance and attitude and the fact that I'm not willing to comply to her fucking attitude like everyone else and then...she walks out with her ugly shoes.

&&& I'm just like..REALLY!? REALLY?! you fucking twit! my god. I really do hope something happens to her.ugh. She's such an ugly person you guys. Inside and out. Through and through.

But really you guys. Why the fuck can't you just get a damn check card?

ps. I'm buying a car. This year! this craigslist shit is driving me crazy.

It's between the Jetta, Accord or Altima. Plus, with the money I make I'll be able to make the payments and I should be able to afford the repairs (hopefully it won't need anything other then the normal oil changes and thinigs) I need one, No I don't NEED one but it will make things so much easier and I certainly want one. I want one as much as I wanted to go to Europe. And we all know how much I wanted that.

Buzzz..."OH HELL NO!

2010-04-19T18:23:00.000-07:00

Dear Rebekah

2010-04-13T22:11:00.000-07:00

IT's time you removed yourself from the "Cars and Trucks for sale" section of Craigslist. We love your devotion to us but we believe it is bordering the line of obsession. An Unhealthy obsession Rebekah. And we are concerned.

Me: NOOOOO NEVERRRRRRRRR *drool*

So two my friends have just snagged themselves cars and loans for said cars. One had to because her actual car died, so she ran over to our local dealership (not really somewhere I'd go)and got herself approved for a loan now has a used 08 car. My co workers is also getting a car. her cousin got an 01 Taurus at an auction and is selling it to my coworker. Soon I do believe I will be the only one of my friends without a car.

yes they're expensive butbut...I need a car. I'm tired of using my parents, or being stuck with the truck oror hearing my mother complain about how many miles I'm putting on it or how messy I keep it.

And thus, everyday I find myself sitting on Craigslist looking at cars.

The list of cars I want.

02-08 Honda civic SI or EX 2door coupe. Auto. (with an SI I'd have to get a manual though and both mods preferably with Spoiler.)

03-08 Honda Accord. (2 or 4 door)

04-08 Nissan Altima or Maxima.

05-08 VW Jetta.

and

04-07 Toyota Corolla.

Now I've always wanted a civic, 1) because they're sporty, 2) because they're kind of fast and 3) because they're epic wins when it comes to Gas Mileage. But recently I started having an eye for Nissan's, especially the Maxima and Altima. I've had an eye on them for about a year now, but now my eye has wandered away from them because they DO NOT get great gas mileage.

I was looking it up the other day on mpgomatic and I was stunned by it's MPG. But then again, not really because those cars are fucking tanks. Seriously, I've always acknowledged that they were a tad larger then my moms Toy Camery but I never really bothered thinking what that would do to the gas mileage. Instead I was thinking of the look, the space, the comfort and the fact that it's like one of the top most selling sedans in America (or it was when I last looked like four months back in the News paper)

The MPG for a Nissan Maxima 08, 19city, 25 hwy. JESUSSSSS. the older models are hovering around the 20s for city and right below 30 for hwy. Not to bad, but not great either. And for the amount of driving I do, and the pay that I get I don't need to be pouring it into a Maxima gas tank.

Nissan Altima- never goes above 26 for city and never seems to go above 35 for the hwy. Now mind you there are like tons of different Altima's There's the coupe, then theres the manual or auto (manuals get better MPG) and then there's the hybrid and it was just to overwhelming. (seriously go look at it, to many numbers in to small of a font) So obviously the Altima is still in my sights, kind of.

but then you get the Honda's.

Honda Accord 4cylinder- 21city, 31hwy. Aaahh that's not to shabby. The Manuals get much better MPG but...I hate stick shifts. and I don't need anything that will make it seem like I'm racing, because lord knows I speed enough as it is.

Honda Civic 25city 36hwy. Oh yes. I read somewhere it was a bit more, but who knows. I can't keep track and I'm like...really tired and it's almost 2am so fuck it.

Though after all of that I might go running back to the VW Jetta because I'll be damned. an 06 gets 35cty 42hwy. Now thats what I"M TALKING ABOUT! OH YES! And the 04s get pretty good ones too, but it comes at a price. Diesel. Hmmmmm Non diesel is like 20something in the city and 30 or so on the highway. not to shabby.

Toyota Corolla 26city 35hwy.Not to bad. And Toys are good cars, but then again so are Hondas and Nissans and and this is all just to overwhelming for me. I'm going to bed.

but I want car.

Ps. Nissan Titan gets 9cty 13hwy as far as MPG goes. THE FUCK?! Really?!

Got my classes.

2010-04-13T21:18:00.000-07:00

For the summer. So far I'm still at VAB. And I'm taking classes Monday through Thursday, And I'll be working every single friday, saturday and Sunday. Not because I want to, but because my boss basically told me I would be. And arguing with her causes more harm then good.

So my schedule is now Monday through thursday I'll be taking Mr. Kirby's math 4 class from 10am-12something. and on Tuesdays and Thursdays I'll be taking a lab from 1-3 something and bio lecture from 4something until 7something. I'm happy with this schedule, even if it means I'll be filling the gas tank more then usual this summer. But it leaves me almost all of Monday and Wed. for studying and playing around.

I'm also excited because I got the instructors I wanted. I didn't want Mr. Zman and I was able to find not only a lab but also a class without him and I really wanted Kirby because my last math teacher really recommended him if we struggled in her class and when I went to sign up for his class last semester it was already full. Like my teacher told me it would be. Ultra lame I dare say, but this time I sat up here until 12am day of enrollment. And I signed up first thing. This semester I got what I wanted. Though if my coworkers old math teacher is really good, I might end up dropping all of my VAB classes and switching over to Ptown. Who knows. I have everything picked out though. for both campus'. I refuse to get screwed over like I did before.

Never again.

He's baaack!!

2010-04-13T14:30:00.001-07:00

And with a vengeance! Homg. So in my drunken like actually sleepy stupor this morning I started surfing all of my blogs. I ran to the Bloggess first thing. This spawned me looking at her comments to her post were I noticed something funny. Mepsipax. I noticed he had comments on The Bloggess' post and I became wide awake and then wondered. Holy shizbit! If he's leaving comments, does this mean he's back!? So I quickly rushed over to his blog where I found new posts. GALORE! Tons! He's been writing since March 26! WTF? Mepsi!? WHAT THE FUCK!?! This is what I get. For the past month I've been visiting his page in hopes of a glimmer of life but have come up empty handed.

But the minute I stop checking his blog, because it breaks my heart to see the same post from Feb.26, you start posting! The hell!? So now I have like, tons of posts to sit and read and comment on. I mean, dont get me wrong, I'm happy all worked out okay for him in the end, and I'm glad he's back online, but damn! I'm soooo behind now! fuck.

In other news. I have a new found crush on a married blogger of mine. Just recently watched a video of Moog on his blog of him like...telling jokes. Yeah. I'd do him. even if he is a midget.(as he claims to be)

Survey

2010-04-12T21:18:00.000-07:00

So when I was addicted to myspace people used to post these useless self-centered surveys which all asked your typical questions. Whats your favorite color, who do you like? Who would you punch in the face? (actually most of the questions were never that creative.) And everyone filled them out and posted them. Sometimes if you were bored enough you might find three, fill them out and post them back to back. Well recently I was on a good friends blog and I noticed he had found one and posted it with his answers. As usual I found myself drooling and reading it, taking in the info like a sponge. I used to think the most I read these things the more I knew about the person. Like Homg! I didn't know your favorite food was a potato!

And I used to think that by filling these out people got to know me better too. homg you want to know my secret crush?! Heres the answer, it's number 45. What should you get me for dinner? Thats number 75. Have I gone skinny dipping? Homg read beyond question 19 and you'll know the answer. See I'm so skanky. Never knew huh?

These things were fun though, and I guess it's because we're all horribly self centered and part of us, however small, wants people to know everything about ourselves. It's almost like keeping this blog. It's a place for my rants, my deepest (kind of) thoughts, my confessions of loves had/lost and have. It's an open invitation into my head so that you no longer have to sit here and wonder what I'm thinking. Here, just read my blog and you'll know exactly what I think of you. Or what you've done. Why? Because you scare me to much for me to do it in person. And because apparently I have harsh honesty and most people can't handle that. So, I keep my feelings to myself. Because I'm a two faced pussy.

Never the less, back to the topic at hand. Myspace Surveys. I found one. And so I stole it from The Boy and I'm going to post it with my own answers. For shits, giggles and old times sake.

. : START : .
1. Name: Rebekah
2. Middle Name: Which one? I have two.(Berni and Imani)
3. State: Virginia
4. Place of Birth: Bronx, NY
5 Male or Female: Female.
6. Hometown: VA I guess.
7. Bus: ford Station wagon
8. School: TCC
9. Occupation: Sales Associate.
10. Initials: RIBG
11. Screen Name: Sankapan

.. Your Appearance : .

12. Hair Color: Black, with brown highlights.
13. Hair Length: lower back in parts.
14. Eye color: Darkest brown you've ever seen.
15. Best Feature: Boobs? Lips?
16. Height: About 5'6?ish"
17. Braces?: 3 3/4 years.
18. Glasses?: I wish
19. Freckles?: Like one or two
20. Diploma?: Pfft.

. : Your Firsts : .
21. First kiss: Deshler (SOOO HOTT)When I was 14. (he was 19 HO SNAP)
22. First best friends: Stephanie
23. First Award: I don't remember. I guess my bronze award in GS
24. First Sport You Joined: Soccer.
25. First thing you did today: yawned
26. First Real vacation: Cali when I was 3. (yeah bitch I remember it)
27. First thing you said today: Ugh
28. First Love: The boy I guess. OR maybe Raymond. But that might have just been a ten year infatuation.

. : Favorites : .

29. Movie: Toy Story?
30. TV Show: To many. Here's some off the top of my head. Firefly, Scrubs, House...
31. Color: Green.
32. Rapper: LUDAAAA
33. Place to get groceries: Farm Fresh?
34. Food: Oh god. I'm a sucker for some Pad Thai. Or lo mein is good too.
35. Season: spring, fall
36. Candy: Lindt Dark Chocolate
37. Sports: Soccer, football
38. Restaurant: Omar's Carriage House.
39. Friend: Jas. (yeah I don't have alot of friends kids)
40. Store: Victoria's Secret.
41. School Subject: Art, English
42. Animal: PANDAAAAAAAA (or bears of any kind) and Large I'mma-eat-yo-face cats.
43. Book: A Dirty Job-Christopher Moore. Jude. Lucus. Looking for Alaska.
44. Magazine: I don't have one.

. : Currently : .

45.Doing before you started this survey: Watching House.
46. Feeling: Bored..
47. Wearing: Jeans, Undies, bra, tank top and blouse.
48. Crying about: Nothing.
49. Eating : Nothing..
50. Drinking: Nothing.
51. Dreaming: Boys? No I honestly have no idea
52. Typing: This.
53. Listening To: Yo Gotti ft. Lil Wayne Women Lie, Men Lie
54. Thinking about: Finals.
55. Wanting: Something sweet..
56. Watching: Nothing.

. : Future : .

57. Where do you see yourself in 5 years: Almost out of college and either working as an English professor or Dental Hygienist.
58. Kids: NEVER!!!EVER!!!!EVERRRRR!
59. Want to be Married: Maybe.
60. Career in Mind: English Professor, Dental Hygienist. Pole Dancer.

. : Which is Better with the Opposite Sex :
61. Sport: Football. and uh MMA or something like that.
62. Shirt: uh a shirt with no holes and thats clean is good..
63. Hair color: Blonde, Brown,Black. I'm not to picky..
64. Hair length: I just need for there to be hair on your head. Any length is fine.
65. Eye color: blue, green brown. Again not picky.
66. Measurements: Nice large arms are my weakness. I'm not talking "HOMG BODY BUILDER" muscles, I'm talking, oh don't fuck with him muscles.
67. Cute or sexy: Both?
68. Lips or Eyes: Eyes.
69. Hugs or Kisses: Hugs. &&& kisses too.
70. Short or Tall: Taller then me PLEAAAAASE (but it's totally not a deal breaker. Being shorter then me is).
71. Easygoing or serious: Both.
72. Romantic or Spontaneous: Spontaneous. Romantic bores me.
73. Good or Bad: Good boy who's knows when to take risks.
74. Sensitive or Loud: Sensitive..
75. Hook-up or Relationship: Relationship. being fuck buddies isn't my cup of tea.
76. Harley or Crotch Rocket: Harley!!!!.
77. Two or One: Huh? I'm confused by this question .

. : Have You Ever : .

78. Kissed a STRANGER: Yes.
79. Had major surgery: No.
80. Gone commando: Yes.And it was horrible
81. Ran Away From Home: Nope.
82. Broken a bone: Yes.
83. Got an X-ray: Yes.
84. Been on a cruise: No :(
85. Broken Someone's Heart: I don't know. Probably not.
86. Dumped someone: Yes.
87. Cried When Someone Died: yes.
88. Cried At School: Yes.

. : Do You Believe In :

89. God: No.
90. Miracles: No
91. Love at First Sight: You mean lust.
92. Ghosts: yes. One lives in TP's fourth floor bedroom!!!.
93. Aliens: Naaah
94. Soul Mates: Nope.
95. Heaven: No.
96. Hell: No.
97. Answered prayers: No.
98. Kissing on The First Date: Meh. It's whatever..
99. Horoscopes: No, not usually though I did get this book all about it and you know....when they were talking about the libra they were right on point!

. : Answer Truthfully :
100. Is there someone you wish you had?: YESSSSSSS. T.O. BE MINE PLEEEEASE! (or the republican could just get his act together too) But I'm waaay more into T.O!!!Homg so hawt and perfect.

This.Was.Fun.

I love talking about myself.

my thoughts exactly

2010-04-12T09:08:00.000-07:00

Green is the new black

2010-04-07T21:07:00.000-07:00

Actually it's not. In fact green is the new nothing, yet it is the new everything because IT IS COVERING EVERYTHING!!!! Seriously this pollen thing is ridiculous. No longer is my car a nice golden color, instead it's this dirty greenish color and I can't wash it because the very next day it will look EXACTLY the same. It will be green, with a hint of...gold? I can no longer leave my windows open because pollen gets everywhere! I didn't even realize it until I was looking around my dirty kitchen and I looked at everything and I noticed, hey! it was all a shade...GREENER?! The fuck? How? And then of course I realized, DUH the windows are open (we have screens though but pollen is a sneaky little bitch) By leaving the windows open pollen had scooted in and made a home on everything within a two foot radius. Including the very much clean (not so much anymore) silverware that was in front of the window. fuck. Can you die by eating pollen? Seriously. Can you?

This is ridiculous though. Today when I was sitting in the car trying my hardest to take a nap I turned off my car( pollution is bad you guys) and opened up my windows. But not before I saw a car drive by and turn up not dust from the street, not dirt, rocks or water. Oh no. It turned up a huge HORRIFYING cloud (and I mean CLOUD, thick cloud) of green. Pollen.

The fuck?

I'm so confused, where did this stuff come from. (No I'm not stupid I know where it comes from you jackass, shut your mouth) But I mean, it's never been this bad! After the car drove by I opened up my windows part way for an hour and when I woke up via a text from the republican, I noticed that everything was dusted in a ultra thin layer of POLLEN!!!!!

>:O

RAWR!

The hell? Why is the pollen so bad this year? And why is it so damned HOT! I was in VAbeach and the car was telling me it was 96 degrees outside, and yesterday or monday it was like...90/92. This is crazy! It's only April! APRIL! Think of what Summer, like..MAY! JUNE JULY AND AUGUST!!! HOMG! I don't even want to think about it. I'll probably become a hermit. Only leaving for class and work.

ps. Where are the Showers? Doesn't April showers bring May Flowers?! HUH?! WELL I DONT SEE NO RAIN YOU GUYS!

Barbie.

2010-03-30T18:20:00.000-07:00

Barbie, quite possibly one of my most fucked up toy I ever had. And I love her with all of my heart.

So a family friend of mine posted a picture of a Ken doll (naked ken doll) surrounded by Naked Barbie dolls and called him a freak. Which prompted me thinking...my barbie had the BEST sex life ever. Honestly she had the most amazing sex life anyone could ever have. and before you all start pointing at my parents I would just like to point out that I never saw any sex scences in movies until I was like...in my teens. That stuff was immediately fast forwarded or my eyes were covered. Nono I just knew about that stuff. Honestly I don't know how or why I knew about it but honestly, it seemed completely harmless and natural for Ken/Steave (because there is no such thing as black ken. There's steve) to rip off Barbie (who actually was the black version of barbie so I don't remember her name, she might not have had one) clothes and for them to just like, have mad crazy sex right there, right wherever they were. like in the kitchen. My barbie cooked alot so, sex was often had before dinner somewhere in the kitchen. Seriously though, my Barbie had all of the sexiest clothing I could have for her. I remember I bought this bedroom clothes set, it was a leopard cami dress with black strappy high heels and a seethrough leopard cuffed robe. oh yes. my barbie was banging, and she knew how to dress for her man. Her hair was shoulder lenth (yeah I cut it) her shoulder, bitten and chewed a bit because Mosson has a thing for plastic (asshole) her skin was dark and her closet was filled with all of the hottest clothes and shoes a girl and her barbie could ever dream of. Sometimes if I found that the actual "White" barbie had better clothes, I'd buy her, take her clothes and throw her in a box somewhere or I'd just plain throw her away. I had no use for her. I bought an entire dentist set, complete with dental chair, white barbie, her uniform, tools and a black kelly doll. And I bought the entire thing for 20$, just because I wanted the black kelly doll. I ended up taking the white barbie's clothes and then cutting her hair off and eventually throwing her away, or in a box. Which is totally the same thing.

Seriously though, my barbie was badass, she had all of the nice cars (actually only one car, nono two, a mustang (I think) and a mini van (because that's how you roll when you got a kid. SAFETY FIRST!) her clothes were awesome and sexy (I made her wear what I dreamed of wearing) her hair was pimp (shoulder length ) her husband was ripped (six pack all the way) and her child was cute, and she had all of the cutest clothes. Plus my barbie could cook up a storm. Why? because my parents bought me a thanksgiving dinner kitchen set when I was five? four? probably five. Complete with dishes, dishwasher, stove, a fridge I think and food galore. She was epic.
I miss barbie. :(

And on a side note, I wasn't a freak as a child. Seriously. I was just, more mentally advanced when it came to sex and things of that nature at a younger age. Like, Kids always ask were babies come from. I don't think I ever did, and if I did I don't remember it. I didn't ask because I knew. It was obvious. My barbies had mad crazy sex. This brings babies, in a horrible painful way. (this is probably why I DONT EVER have sex) The end. It just made sense to me.