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Well, folks, I got the boot! Not really. But pretty close. My mom says this is IT, I'm packing everything but my furniture and moving out, OUT. As in, I'm not allowed to come back. I mean, if I were to end up living in a gutter I'm sure they'd let me come back...for a few days. I wasn't kicked out in anger, really, because I had decided I would stay with Bestfriend for the summer...leaving most of my stuff here to pack later, when I go to Florida. MOM had other plans, and I am now in the process of sorting out every last thing I own into three piles: keep/storage, donate, trash. I'm surrounded by piles, bags, boxes, clothes. This bedroom floor...is covered. The one little area that is visible is being sat on by me. I have so. much. stuff. And this is AFTER I gave a carload of stuff to Goodwill last year. And I'm still loaded down with STUFF. I think I might have a yard sale this time perhaps, to put towards a small storage unit for all the things I'm keeping to furnish my future Florida apartment with. I can't remember the last time I felt this stressed. I've heard that moving is the most stressful, non-tragic experience a person can go through, and I never believed it because twice I've moved in/out of dorms and it wasn't stressful at all. But this...this is horrible. I lay awake all last night thinking thinking thinking about: where am I gonna put this..where am I gonna pack that...where will I put it once I move...when WILL I move out of here for sure? There's no set date. I'm waiting waiting waiting for dad to fix my car. I've pretty much had to put aside all sentiment and honestly sort out everything into the piles, and sometimes its hard to part with a skirt that you LIKE, but know you'll never wear again. Its gonna be a hell of week. I gotta get the car running, find a job, and move to Semmes. Argg. Here's to no sleep, Dr Pepper, and of course, Hot n Spicey Cheezits. And the soundtrack to this has become a mixed tape I made last week...yes I said TAPE. Old school. Oh, and I got a fancy new cellie. Schweet. |
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| 11:19pm 27/03/2006 | ||||
I can't help it, I get sad on my birthday, its always been this way since my childhood ended. My birthday celebrations, or the day in general, never go right and always leave me feeling like I ruined it all, somehow. My last WONDERFUL birthday was my 17th birthday. Me and my three closest friends spent the day at the beach, surf shops, outlet malls, and then that night we went out for Karaoke and Mexican food. It was 100% perfect. You know how they say the day you were born will be your "Golden" birthday? I never thought it was so until my 17th birthday on the 17th of April. Because since then, my birthdays just aren't that hot. On my 18th, I sat in my mom's lap and cried. I felt so unloved, for some reason. I knew I was loved, but somehow, feelings of despair overruled. 19, I was too depressed and hostile to enjoy it. My 20th was just an insane adventure that is filled with location jokes. I'm just not looking forward to this one. The big 21 is supposed to be grand and unforgettable. Lets hope I don't cry the whole time this year. |
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Ever had to stop in at Walgreens and pick up some type of feminine product? In my case, it was Veets hair remover, for my legs, because I hate shaving. Sooo, it was on sale very cheap to my pleasant surprise. But as the male cashier rang it up, it rang up full price and of course I pointed it out. So he walks to the shelf where its advertised as a sale item, doesnt quite understand the tags and such...so he brings over 2 MORE attractive males to figure it out, to my chagrin. Embarrassing? My Mom: Well, it could be worse. You could be buying condoms. Sure, I'll buy condoms in front you, mom, so I can have safe sex in my bedroom thats right across the hall from yours!! And Fall Out Boy duped me into buying the same CD twice, by adding a few bonus tracks to the existing one. And of course I shelled out the cash for a CD I already own. But god knows that if Green Day added a couple bonus tracks to American Idiot tomorrow I'd run out and re-buy it. |
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| 11:42pm 24/02/2006 | |||
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Yanno what makes me insanely happy? The 1 Spot in Target. Oh, so happy. I've bought so much useful junk there in the last few weeks, from candles shaped as palm trees, coasters,to 1lb weights and boxes designed specifically for organizing loose CDs. Tonight I showed Brooke to this magical land and she also bought a bunch of delightful junk that she didn't NEED, but she's like me...I love getting a bunch of STUFF for almost nothing. I wish I were downtown at *the Strip* right now. Because both ZOSO and The Tiles are playing tonight. I saw the Tiles after Bayfest,and could not stop dancing like a fool. I would've loved to chatted them up but I was, well, with another band and that was outta the question it seems. And I can't help but wonder if ZOSO would remember me. http://www.myspace.com/thetiles I have got to get my social life back together. I used to be downtown or at gigs allll the frickin time, but right now life is so lackluster. Tonight all I did was eat at Tijuana Flats and cruise Target with Brooke. We worked on her MySpace for awhile, then she zipped off to meet up with her dickhead boyfriend. 11pm on a Friday night and here I am. Blah. |
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| 01:33pm 21/02/2006 | |||
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What an eventful last few days. Some highs, some lows, and most definitely exhausting. I babysat 4 girls all Friday Night/Saturday morning, then again all Sunday afternoon, night until their dad got home from the Mardi Gras ball around 6am this morning. His two daughters are angels; their two friends that came over to spend the night are hellians. Well, the 11 yr old wasn't too bad. But the 4 yr old pushed my buttons. Burned my grits. I hope I get paid handsomely for putting up with her. Speaking of which, I haven't been paid yet. They say they will get it to me. My mother says she truly doubts they will be paying me, since I wasn't very familiar with them and I'm not very pushy about such things. But they sure as hell better pay me! I spent my entire weekend with them. I took them to a Mardi Gras parade, made them breakfast and dinner, bathed the little ones, washed dishes, walked the dog, broke up arguments and pretty much decided I'm certainly not ready for kids. I came home so exhausted, but couldn't linger because Bestfriend's aunt was in one of the Mardi Gras parades tonight, so I forced myself to doll up and bundle up, and stood outside in the cold for a couple hours catching beads and dodging cups and dubloons. The parades are so fun, and catching the beads, moonpies and trinkets are great fun. But once the moonpies are eaten and the beads hung around door knobs, you come to realize everything else is just a bunch of junk and its thrown away. Who really needs 50 dubloons, 10 kazoos or another snake-whistle? But when you're at the parade, you want that gaudy garter belt so BAD! Then you realize its tacky. But the one I got today is actually quite nice. Lacy. Flowery. I just want to make one thing clear about Mardi Gras: New Orleans did not create it. It started in Mobile in the 1600s, and spread to N.O. over the years. They take all the credit! It's ours, dammit! Look it up! AND, if you would like to experience a fun, somewhat safe Mardi Gras, come to Mobile. Your chances of getting mauled, maimed, shot or raped are much, much slimmer. That was a rant. Sorry. It's just that all Mobilians get reeeeeally offended and fired up when New Orleans gets all the attention at Mardi Gras. But seriously. Come here instead. Everything is cheaper. In other Tangerine News, it turns out my cousin Megan is the newly crowned Miss Alabama, and will be competing in the upcoming, nationally televised Junior Miss pageant. (Also in Mobile. How about that.) When Cousin Brooke told me tonight (we're friends again), I couldn't help myself and mumbled a "ugly duckling/swan" comment. I know everyone is thinking it! So I said it! Quietly. And I am LOVING the Winter Olympics! The sports are so beautiful, graceful but still so dangerous and exciting. I nearly cried when Shaun White got the gold. And I really like the speed skating, its pretty cool to watch. Apolo Ohno...what can I say. Those eyes could cut glass. And I am begging to ask Shaun White for hair tips, those feathered layers are glorious. There is something so very sexy about an Olympian. But what is this "Curling" stuff? If that is an Olympic sport, than Darts and shuffleboard should be added to the events, too. And every team mate and audience member should be given a six-pack at the entrance, to stimulate heckling and actual INTEREST. Sigh...poor Johnny Weir. He had the silver medal in the bag, but let it slip away and I was so disappointed. And Plushenko has the biggest honker I've seen to date. If you've seen it,I'm sure you agree. Yup, me and Brooke are friends again. I finally sucked it up and called her. And everything is cool now. I'm off to get myself a PhillySwirl pop. |
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| 10:13pm 26/01/2006 | |||
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http://www.myspace.com/crescendo_ Let's be MySpace pals. What a great place. I've already reconnected with my old roomie and befriend the band Interpol. |
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| 11:50pm 24/01/2006 | ||||
Sigh. Anyways. Yesterday was kind of weird, I was just about to start an intense cardio workout when JJ (Long Lost Guy Friend) showed up on my doorstep again, and we decided to go to the mall and look around...so since neither one of us currently has a job, we scraped together dimes and nickels so we could buy some gas. It didn't add up to much, $3.60... I had a harsh realization as I sifted through pennies, that I was nearly completely broke. Tangerine: Reality just wrote me a check. JJ: Yup. A check for $3.60. We managed to get to his house, which I had never seen this house before, I'm not sure if it even qualifies as a 'house'. Its more like a shack. Think of the smallest house you've ever been in...now cut that in half. There is no storage space whatsoever, so his 22 years of belongings are stacked and spilled all over the tiny house. The old couch, covered in stuff. The chair, covered. The kitchen table, covered and barely visible. He has nowhere to put ANYTHING. His mattress (thats all, no box springs or anything like that) doesn't have a sheet, he sleeps rolled up in a comforter. The paint is peeling off the walls, the carpet looks older than me, the windows are so dirty you can't see through them...and if I didn't know him and saw this place, I'd assume he was some drug addict with a hoarding complex. It was a sad, sad sight. And I told JJ he couldn't live like this! That something HAS TO BE DONE. SO, I'm thinking of writing a sob story, a tear-stained letter to the all mighty Oprah, or, Extreme Home Makeover. It would make a great episode...and when the producers see the pics of JJ's current living conditions, they would be cold and heartless not to do something about it. They'd send in teams of professionals and that little dump could be transformed... |
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| 10:46pm 19/01/2006 | |||
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"The Gulf Coast Boom". All of Mobile County and parts of Baldwin County all felt and heard it. I was sitting at my computer uploading some U2 and minding my own business when a very loud BOOM shook my walls and rattled my windows, and the roof shuddered like a tree had fallen on it. At first I thought, "Hmm. Sonic Boom. Back to U2." Then I realized NASA hadn't made any announcements about a shuttle coming or going, so that couldn't be it. Perhaps the chemical plant down the road had a incidental explosion (again). I also suggested to my mom that maybe one of the many local Meth Labs had blown up (again). Tonight on the News, all reporters and anchors told us all simply -"We don't know what it was." All they knew was that it wasn't an earthquake, and a Sonic Boom wasn't likely, because neither NASA or The Air Force were having high-speed flights today (an aircraft going at 740mph could cause a boom). So what was the big, mysterious BOOM? No one knows! All I know is that about an hour ago, I sat in my living room watching Steven's Untitled Rock Show, when I do believe that someone made an attempt to enter my home. I know how our front door sounds when its being pushed against to see if its locked or not. I was home alone, the baby asleep...and it scared me, very very much. I couldn't even move for about 5 minutes...This is going to sound horrible of me, but ever since Katrina victims came here from New Orleans, crime is up, way up. Basically, their gangs are staying here for awhile, and terrorizing our suburbs. Only two weeks into 2006 and already two mysterious homicides, ENDLESS vandalism and burglaries, and just petty things that we, around here, are not used to. But on a lighter note, tonight on The Office, the whole office now knows about Jim's feelings for Pam! Haliloo! Now Jim just needs to make HIS MOVE...AND, it turns out, Oscar is gay. Never would've guessed! Man I love that show! If you haven't seen it, you need to. I don't get excited over very many TV shows. This one is special. |
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| 06:57pm 15/01/2006 | |||
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The other night I had a dream about a guy friend I hadn't seen in a year, and hadn't spoken to in months. And today he showed up on my doorstep! We sat in the grass and talked for hours. He is in the same boat I'm right now, jobless and broke. Except I have the advantage of living with my parents so I don't have to worry about bills and there is food on the table. He's not quite so lucky right now, so I wouldn't let him leave without feeding him and packing up some food for him to take home. It was so cool to see him again, and like always, he showed up unannounced and I, as always, looked rough. But thankfully he loves me despite my constant ragged appearance. We also considered being roommates, if he can find a place to put me and all my junk in his tiny house, but if not, we will definitely hang out more often. A lot of people, including our parents, were all convinced we were crazy in love with each other and that we should go ahead and admit it. But its just not like that. Sure, if I had put the moves on him he wouldn't have said no, but we were just too good of friends and we had a unique friendship. And we still do. We just picked up right where we left off. We just talked and laughed about the time we were in Mexico and bought an Osama Bin Laden pinata together with some other friends, and oh, hilarity ensued. In other news, my rather ditzy Bestfriend is finally taking a big step and learning how to do E-Mail and just now dipped her toe in the vast MySpace waters. This is big. I guess you would just have to know her personally to understand what an undertaking this is. She even set up an account on Overstock.com so she can buy more boots and purses that she doesn't need. I've begun to see a pattern forming. Seems like everyone who knows that I will soon be going to Beauty School responds with "Oh, I always expected you to do that" or "I figured you'd go for that." and That's cool, but at the same time, I'm thinking... Everyone was expecting me to do this? The whole time? Well that just makes me not want to do it, if its EXPECTED! But I guess I had blown enough of my familys minds by going to college unexpectedly, dropping out unexpectedly, and THEN going back to the original plan. So by doing that I not only wasted time and thousands of dollars, but upset family members in the process (that AND the whole entry I wrote about them expecting me to get married blahblahblah). I mean, my grandparents are still recovering from the day I dyed my golden blonde hair to a dark brown, and that was 3 years ago, and they're still waiting for me to dye it back. But honestly, I think I must get a real thrill of doing the complete opposite of what everyone *expects* me to do, even if it is something small and kinda lame. I highly recommend this! |
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| 05:35pm 12/01/2006 | |||
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Some interesting developments in the life of yours truly. But don't get too excited. A Police Officer friend of ours is starting a new job as an undercover officer, and using underage adults as decoys to bust local stores that are selling booze to, well, underagers. He offered me and Bestfriend temp jobs as said Decoys, to stroll into 7-11 and attempt to buy a six pack. And so it goes. Hopefully he needs my services soon because in only 4 months I'll be completely legal and useless to the cause, AND, I could use the cash (despite how unpopular I will be with local store owners). And I know I'll stay busy - the local ABC board is reeeeally cracking down on the local businesses. Just yesterday the Shell station across the street from my old college has gotten its liquor license suspended for a year. Which is sad news for the dorm kids, because that was our first source for our contraband items since it was directly across from campus. I remember one night, around 4am, a coked-up Richie left me and Lee and walked across the entire campus and back just to buy me a Smirnoff Ice and some beer. Which by the time he got back we were asleep. So now next time Richie wants to snort coke and go on a beer run(literally) he'll have to go about two miles further. But he learned his lesson about doing coke in front me, that just doesn't fly. Yanno, how Hollywood actors/actresses are paid to get shape for film roles? I have scored a similar deal. Bestfriend is going to be paying me to get my hotness back. Thats right. And I plan on getting RIPPED! Not really. But damn close. Is it a sad thing that I'm only 20, and already thinking,"I wish I could turn heads the way I did when I was 17"? Or Is it more pathetic that I am so excited for The Office to come on tonight? I'm just dying for Jim to finally tell Pam how he feels about her. I wonder if he ever will. Weezer + Kermit the Frog = smiles and happiness all around! show me the W's! |
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| 08:49pm 06/01/2006 | |||
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This week I have managed to catch a few episodes of MTV's new afternoon series, "My Own." Obsessed fans have the chance to audition contestants to be their 'very own' Omarion, Avril Lavigne, Kelly Clarkson, etc. Each contestant is asked trivial questions, and then three are chosen to perform as the celebrity the Fan desires to own. As cool as it sounds, its actually fall-on-the-floor hilarious. In my sincere need to make fun of nearly everything, and just to pester MTV employees, I'm thinking of writing in a few phony requests. Here's my ideas so far: "MTV, I want My Own _______" a) Weird Al Yankovich b) Murdoc (of Gorillaz) c) Flavor Flav d) Liberace e) Any Member of GWAR Any more suggestions would be appreciated. And who thinks the real Flavor Flav would actually show up? He's not doing much else. And Murdoc is a cartoon, for those who aren't familiar with Gorillaz (shame on you). And any of you that have in fact sent MTV a picture of your ride in hopes that it will be pimped, here's your chance to confess. P.S. -Happy FOURTH Anniversary to Me and Chelsea!! P.S.S - That will make total sense only if you're Chelsea. |
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| 12:37am 02/01/2006 | |||
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I just watched crazy Tom Cruise in "War of the Worlds" dvd with my parents...and wow, what a horribly depressing movie. I am so melancholy now that I'm just sitting here in a dimly lit room with no music and no noise, just being sad. That's how badly it depressed me. But other than that, the special effects were cool and pretty damn frightening. Has one anyone made any New Years Resolutions? Yeah, me neither. |
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| 02:18pm 01/01/2006 | ||||
Gorillaz - Demon Days James Blunt - Back to Bedlam Green Day - Bullet in a Bible (+DVD!) Beck - Guero The White Stripes - Get Behind Me Satan Fall Out Boy - From Under The Cork Tree (or their debut, Take This To Your Grave. Depends on your mood) Aqualung - Strange and Beautiful Franz Ferdinand - You Could Have It So Much Better (these guys are so...cheeky. I love it) Big and Rich - Comin' To Your City (for those who need a little twang in their life.) And I'm achin' to get the new one from The Strokes. Just wish I had money again. *sigh* |
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| 09:05pm 29/12/2005 | |||
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Oh. My, Goodness. I forgot all about you, Blurty. I'm sorry I like Livejournal more than you. But never fear. I'm here to tell you whats been going on in my life, for anyone who remotely cares. I will give the abridged version... I lost my job due to budget cuts. I cried. Alot. Then I went to Washington DC for ten days, around Thanksgiving. Uh, read my livejournal for that story. I've sworn off air travel for awhile. I sat front row at a Big and Rich/Gretchen Wilson concert. I have a chunk of Rich's busted guitar. And his bottle of water. *sigh* Then I sat third row at a JASON MRAZ concert...I didn't meet him, no. It crossed my mind, as I stood next to his tour bus...but, I let it go. It was too cold outside and I might've been waiting for hours. But the concert was phenomenal, he was just magical, and I had such a good seat. I can't wait to see him again. I spent about $150 I didn't have, and I will be paying my parents back for months on end. My best friend was flown to Japan yesterday, by her Air Force boyfriend, to visit him at the base. She'll be gone for about 10 days. I'm lonely. Christmas was nice. Me and the cousin are no longer speaking. I don't think we miss each other much, either. My dad has promised to get my car running again. We'll see. Beauty school, here I come. I also might move myself to Lakeland Florida within the next year or so. In addition to my intense love for Led Zeppelin, Beatles, Donovan and Green Day, I have now added to the list: Fall Out Boy. I have a fangirl crush on the lead singer, Patrick Stump. I love an underdog, the geeks who didn't get laid in high school, but have grown up to be HOT. Stump, being one, among the others like John Cusack and Micheal Anthony Hall. |
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| 08:32pm 17/10/2005 | |||
| Sadly, due to circumstances, I have to do what I really DON'T want to do. I'm making this blog Friends Only. Really hate to do it, but not much can be done about it. | |||
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| 01:53pm 14/10/2005 | ||||
Two days ago I choked and had to be given the hiemlich! Today, Penny in accounts recievable used an email prank to scare the pahooties outta me! It was a video that tricks you into concentrating really hard on it, then something jumps out and scares you...I hollered so loud that everyone in the building came running back there to see what was going on. It was hilarious! She got me so good! |
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| 08:52am 13/10/2005 | |||
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http://www.shootfirstlaw.org./ I hate guns! I hate the fact that a bunch of innocent bystanders can die and their killer won't be punished. Signed the petition, hope you feel led to do so also. I visit Florida a lot, I have friends there, I don't want this law there. And I don't want the law in my state either. |
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| 10:11am 07/10/2005 | |||
| I'M GOING TO WASHINGTON D.C. AND NEW YORK CITY FOR THANKSGIVING HOLIDAY! | |||
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| 09:59am 07/10/2005 | ||||
Tom on Muhammad Ali: "I'm usually nervous to meet people that I admire because what if they're not cool or something?" Excuse me, Tom: my dad met Muhammad Ali, and tells me that he was very cool. http://tomcruiseisnuts.com/home.php |
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