Friday, November 27, 2009

It's Rad

First of all let me start with, new Weezer happened. Yaaaaay! Because, honestly? New Weezer, yay! Word on the street is Rivers didn't know what to call the album so he called Rainn Wilson (of Shrute Farms fame) for advice and, "Raditude" was born. It is pretty rad I must admit. Probably even more rad for those of you with actual working ears.

Third. Wait, what was second? I can't remember. Oh well. I got an MP3 player to make airplanes less boring. It was $99, but being the smart cookie I am I waited for Black Friday and got it for $30. I just can't justify spending the original amount of money on an audio device. For more than half off though, why not?

I considered buying clothes instead, since I've been living out of a suitcase for almost a year now, but ideally I'll have all of my clothes from Florida before next freaking year. Because really... I have seven outfits with me. Seven shirts, two pairs of jeans, a skirt, seven pairs of socks, two pairs of shoes, and seven under-roos. I'm no girly-girl but what the shit? A person needs more variety.

Or perhaps I just loathe having to do laundry every single seventh day of days. I don't think my clothes like it either. Oh if these pants could talk.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Giving Thanks

Well internet denizens, it's that time of year again. Time to give thanks! My favorite holiday: Thanksgiving! So what is it I'm thankful for this year? That's what I'm here to tell you! Gosh, be patient. We go through this every year.

I am eternally grateful for my supportive and loving family. My grandfather, my mother, and Brook. My aunts Evelyn and Arlene. My uncles Kurt, Kelly, and Paul. My sisters Holly, Heidi, and Tali. My brothers Benjamin and Bill. My niece Riley. My nephews William and Jaiden. And of course my cousin Dino.

All the people who've touched my life and are no longer with us. Kenny, Rob, Jerry, Jason, Ashley, John, Big Skeet, Marilyn, and though indirectly grandma Jean.

My always awesome friends, new and old, who are far too numerous to count. I'd feel terrible if I accidentally left anyone out, so excuse my not naming anyone in particular. You know who you are though. Whether we met in grade school, high school, or even playing some random video game together online. Long distance or short -- I love you all.

My health, however sketchy it's been this year. What little hearing I have left. The fact that I have a roof over my head, food in my tummy, and a warm dry place to sleep at night. The internet and all of those inventions that make life 100x easier to live than it was before them.

My cats, Neelix & Odin. Always there to warm your lap and lift your spirits.

And lastly (you can thank me later)!

P.S. Made this post at 2:22 PM, I win the game of time!

Friday, November 20, 2009

There Is Milk

I found this note in the street. Saw no vans and no trace of milk.

Sorry.
I love the frownie face, it adds so much. The author of this note was truly sorry to inform.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Fake People Are People Too

A new idea inspired by Lena's last great idea!
20 of My Favorite Fictional People.
In no particular order.

1. Kefka, Final Fantasy VI
2. Ramsus, Xenogears
3. Daenerys Targaryen, A Song of Ice & Fire
4. Gaius Baltar, Battlestar Galactica
5. Albert Wesker, Resident Evil
6. Trevor Goodchild, ├ćon Flux
7. Luca Blight, Suikoden II
8. Hiro Nakamura, Heroes
9. Benjamin Linus, Lost
10. James Wilson, House
11. Hannibal Lecter, Silence of The Lambs
12. Sheldon Cooper, The Big Bang Theory
13. Sora, .hack//Sign
14. Dwight Shrute, The Office
15. Carl Brutananadilewski, Aqua Teen Hunger Force
16. Gul Dukat, Deep Space 9
17. Andre Linoge, Storm of The Century
18. Lafayette Reynolds, True Blood
19. Magus, Chrono Trigger
20. V, V For Vendetta

The challenge is not naming multiple people from the same source.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Double Entende

When I'm wronged it's pretty easy to set things right again. All of my friends know this, some more than others. A genuine apology works so much better than lame excuse after lame excuse. While the why may seem important, it's far less important than your simple remorse for having done whatever it was to begin with.

With how hard it is to even make me mad, if you somehow manage it, you must have done something really bad. If you fail to apologize, any sympathy I may have had is gone. Just like that. I don't have time in my life for people who are inconsiderate. Further plays for guilt bead up and roll off of me like water on the feathers of a duck.

When you dig your own grave, the next step is to lie in it.

In other news, my doctor appointment for tomorrow has been moved to December 8th. My doctor's doing not mine. Ah well, what's a few more weeks? I'm well used to waiting by now.

Perhaps related to doctors... What the hell is up with these Reebok commercials for the shoes with rounded bottoms? Why does that seem like such a bad idea to me? Like a broken ankle just biding it's time and you're paying for it.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Totally Relevant

Boredom happened. This was the result.


I now return you to your regularly scheduled... whatevers.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Show Us Your Boobs!

I went out with Lena last night and was reminded instantly of all the high school misadventures we had. A great time. Definitely what I needed! Not that I don't usually have an awesome time hanging out with Lena, of course. She's always been fun times. It's just that last night in particular reminded me of back in the day.

We went to this bar I'd never been to before lovingly referred to as "The Liz." When closing time came we went on a treasure hunt for a bowling alley before winding up in a gas station that smelled mysteriously of Cinnabons and then Cuyahoga Falls at an agent's house (yes, an agent) with lots of beer and his creeper roomie, who was for the record the best part of the night easily.

A mix between Creed from The Office and Kenny Powers from Eastbound & Down (which I hadn't seen until last night but makes the perfect reference). Agent guy was super concerned that this guy would scare us off, but we're good sports and incidentally find what most women would run from amusing. So.

It worked out well for us entertainment wise. Of course he kept propositioning me for sex, throwing in that he knew he had little chance of success every time, but what can you do? Shrug it off and laugh! Which he was a good sport about, so that made it alright. At least he wasn't one of those hostile creepers. amirite?

We ended up staying out until like 6am before realizing we should probably sober up and head home. Things like this make Ohio not seem so bad when I think of sticking around here. Food for thought for me!

Oh and to follow up that last entry of mine, just so no one gets the wrong idea:

Bam.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Orange Nail Polish

Remember, remember the fifth of November. And trust me when I say...

[ Photo was removed for language. It was another sign written in Aurebesh. Only mean.]

I mean that smiley with all my heart. It feel mighty fine btw.

Edit for being a poet and not knowing it. Astounding!