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oh it sure had been awhile. I blame this:

it took up a lot of my time, and left me with zero creative energies left.
the story goes like this...
I left work, was driving home and was hit by an illegal immigrant who had no insurance, no registration, no money to pay for the damage, etc. I was hit, yet I was left to cover all my own expenses and I'm now out 3,000 bucks. The guy that hit me on the other hand is out nothing, was not arrested, did not get his car impounded and all in all unaffected. It effin blows my mind. If I drove without a license or registration, ran a stop sign and totalled someone elses car, I'd sure as hell be thown in jail and have my car impounded. I guess the key is to not have a social security number. There is no way to trace you then, and thus no reason to give you a ticket. I think I'm gonna move to Mexico, get citizenship, come back here illegally and do whatever the fuck I please.
My brand new car was totalled. My insurance didn't even cover the amount of my loan. I have noone to sue. I'm broke and I work a crappy paying job so I didn't have a ton of money to replace my car... but I finally did it. I want to punch all of the illegals in the face. I'm all for immigration. My ancestors and most of yours all immigrated here, but we did it legally. We had to have sponsors, we had to have documentation, and we would have had to get fucking car insurance in case we hit someone.
Life can kiss my ass.

Worse yet, the accident had me pretty hurt. I was in the ER for chest injuries, a broken nose and multiple leg injuries. That would suck all on its own, but it made me unable to hula hoop for the end of festival season. I had to go to pondfest AND cabinfest without being able to rock out with my hoops. That was the icing on my awful cake.

Then we moved. That wasn't a bad thing though. We moved across town, to a smaller apartment that has heat included in the rent. That takes some stress off of me. I had no idea how we were gonna afford heat this winter with the prices the way they are. I love my new apartment, I have to take some pics of it still though.
Here's some ren faire pics from this summer though:

ps- i hate palin. the end.
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Current Mood: blahblah
Current Music: just the sound of the dishwasher
So I'm back from the vibes.
I'd post pictures but I broke my camera cause I'm a moron.
I had quite an interesting time there.
I went with a girlfriend of mine, who left me there about 12 hours into the fest.
Fucking spectacular.
I made friends though.
People were super chill and I danced and hooped and drank and had a better time then I could have dreamt.

Goes to show you that when the going gets tough... I can apparently talk to strangers and not be shy.
Good Karma vibes too... I stepped on a rock that went into my foot and someone I didn't know ran over and took care of me. I lost my phone and someone returned it before I realized it was gone. My tent started to blow away in the storm and someone staked it down... AND I got a ride back almost all the way to my house.
I busted my hip on a slip and slide. It was way worth it though. I've been wanting to slip and slide all summer long.
Dane cook was right though...

There is a video from vibes on the previous entry. Someone I met there made it. A few other ppl I met there took pictures and gave me their emails so maybe I'll have a few pics eventually... but man.. no camera... that sucks.
Current Mood: sleepysleepy
Current Music: Matt Costa - Cigarette Eyes | Scrobbled by Last.fm
04 August 2008 @ 05:05 pm
some super awesome dude put a video up of Friday at vibes... I'm hula hooping in it a bunch!

30 July 2008 @ 11:13 pm
twirling off to gathering of the vibes.

Current Mood: goodgood
Current Music: lucky- jason mraz
26 July 2008 @ 09:56 pm
My vacation ends tomorrow.
Check minus.
There was not enough hula hooping in it.
I drank too much beer this weekend.

This upcoming weekend is Gathering of the vibes.
I can't wait to dance and twirl and hoop with Amanda.

ps- Thursday I was driving through a nearby town and I saw a hotdog stand. They had a DJ blasting music. People were dancin all around with their hot dogs. It seemed strange to me.
Current Mood: discontentdiscontent
Current Music: Jack Johnson
25 July 2008 @ 09:50 am
So we went and visited Arizona. It was wonderful. I loved it. I already knew I loved it. We attempted to get bumped on our flight back so we could stay... apparently noone wanted to leave cause a bunch of ppl asked before we did.
It was warm, and by warm I mean fucking hot... but I justify that by this: In NY I have to spend 2+ months indoors because it is too damn cold to go outside. In Arizona I'll have to spend 2+ months inside cause it is too damn hot... or go sit in a pool. I can't go in a pool to get warm in NY.
It is pretty definite that we will be going there as long as David gets into ASU, which really shouldn't be a problem. We didn't spend much time in Phoenix though, we were in the Sedona area mostly. Twas beautiful. I miss my parents so much.


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Current Mood: exhaustedexhausted
Current Music: Dar Williams - I Love, I Love | Scrobbled by Last.fm
24 July 2008 @ 10:40 am
I'm pretty sure I just found the best way to cut my time at work... ever.
Seriously, this is better than the playpen surrounded by the electric fence.

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If you take this seriously you deserve to be punched in the nipple.
Current Location: the floor of my bedroom
Current Mood: awakeawake
Current Music: this stupid computer has no speakers.
15 July 2008 @ 09:54 pm
yay! I learned how to tie dye. I died my hands blue and pink.

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Now I'm off to Arizona. Bye bye!
Current Mood: bouncybouncy
11 July 2008 @ 05:52 pm
I am officially off of work for the next two weeks. If I had my way, I'd never return. I miss my school-year nanny job. I miss the boys. I miss the park and I miss the zoo. I feel like my brain is going mushy. I hang out with a kid that is too young to talk back to me for 9ish hours a day. I feel numb. It could be worse I suppose. At least the people I work for are nice, and the kid is good too... I just need more.
We leave for Arizona in a few short days. If we like it, we'll be moving there come next summer. I won't miss this town.


<3 love you all.
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Current Music: Jason Mraz
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Current Mood: quixoticquixotic
Current Music: my dumb neigbhors are the only noise i hear
15 April 2008 @ 09:56 pm
Did you celebrate yesterday?


Maybe Muffins and Muff-diving is more your thing? To each his own I suppose.

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Current Mood: awakeawake
Current Music: dispatch
23 March 2008 @ 04:54 pm
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Current Music: rilo kiley
So I just sat down and reread many of my previous entries. All I can say is wow... my life has gone through so many changes in this past year. With that said, I quit nannying to teach. I quit teaching to go back to nannying. Stay where you are comfortable, no matter what that makes anybody think of you, thats what I say.

I mean come on... how could you not just want to spend every day being with a four year old??
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Love him. The end.
Also... I got to go to the circus this week. Did you see dancing elephants? Did you see roaring tigers doing tricks? Did you see motorcycles driving around inside of metal balls? Did you get paid to see these things? The answer is no. No you did not. I did. Nah nah nah nah. Next stop: the zoo, I hope. Whattya say Aunt Chris?

In other news... festival season is almost upon us. I cannot wait to whirl around to music in the sun. I can't wait to hula hoop 'til I am sore. I can't wait to sell a million hula hoops to pay my way through the season. I just can't wait. period.

Gathering of the vibes posted proof of my awesomeness on their website:

There I am... dancing to Ryan Montbleau with my beer that I confiscated in for the morning show. WOOOHOOO! Words can't express my excitement for this years.

That is all for now. This computer is boring me.
On one last note... I do miss my class at school just a little bit.

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Current Music: americas next top model is on the television...
but this is seriously something worth sharing.

Current Mood: boredbored
Current Music: yes we can....
02 March 2008 @ 12:15 pm
I feel compelled to start using this again. maybe not today though. maybe today you just get a picture:

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Current Mood: blankblank
Current Music: leonard cohen- woke up this morning
22 February 2007 @ 07:50 pm
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Concerned about your uncontrolable need to replace every flag you see with a rainbow one? Unsure about your addiction to musical theatre? Have sudden urges to wear hot pink half shirts? Have no fear, I may have uncovered the reason behind all of this.
It's apparently not your fault. Instead, its the fault of free speech, good music, and somehow- internet music piracy.
You can thank a man named Donnie Davies for helping the entire human race out here with his awesome list:
Thank you jesus. praise the lord.
What the fuck was I thinking, of course DMX and Jay- Z make people gay. And, I've been to several Metallica concerts, of course I like rainbows. Why couldn't I figure that out. Elton Johns listed more than once, with the second one stating that he will turn you "really gay". I really need to send this man a thank you card. From now on I'm gonna steer clear of The Greatful Dead and Phish... then maybe I'll stop craving a job in construction, and I'll lose the craving for rugs.
I think what I need to do now is to sign up for C.H.O.P.S which I can also thank Mr. Davies for.

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Changing Homosexuals into Ordinary People... of course, why didn't I think of this first.
A fucking Men.
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Current Music: wilco- jesus, etc.

For as long as I can remember, this country has gotten itself all worked up every four years or so trying to pick just the right person to be in charge of the executive branch. It's always a mess, and it always turns out the same way: We elect a president, and everything goes to pot. And now I hear we're going to have to go through this again! We just had a president, for Pete's sake, and it looks like we're going to repeat the same stupid mistake we've already made 43 times before, only for the sake of tradition.

Before we get sucked into another whole rigmarole about national parties narrowing down their primary fields to select a nominee they hope appeals to the broadest cross-section of Americans, it's time to realize that the presidency itself is the real problem, and we need a change. Think about it. When have we ever not had a president? Never. Not since we ratified the Constitution and established ourselves as a democratic republic, anyway, and that's more than enough time to see that presidents do America more harm than good.

Take all the worst periods in American history—Vietnam, the Great Depression, Prohibition. In every case, without fail, we have had a president as the head of state. Who has signed every single bad bill into law? A president. What about the president who got us into the Civil War? He was a president through and through, just like the rest of the presidents. The truth is, you look at every major crisis, flu epidemic, and time of civil strife, and who has been sitting in the Oval Office? A damn president.

I'm sorry, but these are just the simple facts.

I can think of five things off the top of my head that we need more than a president: better health care, less spam e-mail, more jobs, peace in the Middle East, and some way to organize all the clutter. I bet if I came up with 50 things America needs, "another president" wouldn't make the list. We need cheaper gas prices a lot more than we need to install some candidate who accumulates a majority of the electoral votes. Don't believe me? Put John Kerry, George W. Bush, and Cheap Gas on the ballot, and let's see who comes out on top.

They say that doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result is the definition of insanity. Sounds an awful lot like what we're doing choosing presidents to serve out terms of office, run the federal government, and act as commander-in-chief of the armed forces, over and over and over and over again. We're just going through this charade because we think we have to, but we really don't. Last time I checked, my garbage was getting picked up every Tuesday and Thursday, I had fresh running water, and my telephone was working perfectly, all without the highest elected official in the land even raising a finger. This country practically runs itself!

Isn't a vice president and a speaker of the House more than enough?

Look, Sweden doesn't have a president, and you don't hear them complaining. I bet the average citizen of the Congo couldn't care less who their president is. For crying out loud, the Mesopotamians accomplished some of the world's most incredible feats, and they didn't even have the concept of a president. Couldn't we take a cue from them?

The problem is this country's so old-fashioned, it covers its ears and runs away whenever anyone brings up the idea of dissolving our current electoral system and replacing it with something drastically different. But why not give an emir, or a generalissimo, or a boy pharaoh a shot? Honestly, doesn't a benevolent philosopher-king sound pretty good? Well, we don't know because we've never tried it.

All I'm saying is, let's put a tribunal of high priestesses in charge of the country for two or three years, and if we don't as a nation see any fundamental changes in that time, then, by all means, let's go ahead and elect another president. What harm could it do?

Now I know there are going to be a lot of people out there who cling to the idea that we need a president, just because it's what they know. But ask yourself: Does your family have a president? I'd wager it doesn't. And is it any worse off than our nation is? Probably not. So before you have some knee-jerk reaction about how crucial a president is to the functioning of the executive branch and how vital he is to the intricate system of checks and balances that we've used to keep the government running for the past 217 years, think about the worst day of your life, and remember that at that time, a president was supposedly leading this country.
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Current Music: gym class heros
05 February 2007 @ 06:22 pm
well hey hey hey...
i never write in this anymore. life has drained every ounce of energy out of me. its stolen my ability to create multiple strings of complete sentances and coherent thoughts. im fairly sure this entry will be filled with a million typos and i can't even care cause im too damn tired to hit the spell check button. in other news, i just ate the last veggie chip and im about to cry. those things are delicious...
in other other news, on the last warm day before the tundra settled in.. i went to the zoo. it kicked ass. you know if you stand in various unpopulated areas there, making loud monkey noises, people come to see you? its awesome.

i love paws.
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Current Music: shake your money maker
29 January 2007 @ 04:57 pm
i do. this is perfect.

if you don't remember, i suggest going back and reading the november 25th 2005 entry.
Current Music: dispatch
08 January 2007 @ 06:19 am
January 4, 2007
Appreciating Suggestions
Other People’s Agendas

As children, our parents had dreams for us. They wanted us to do well in school, and to do whatever was necessary to reach our highest potential. Later in life, friends may try to set us up with their idea of the perfect partner or the perfect job. Spouses may have agendas for us, too. People close to us may have ideas about how we should live our lives, ideas that usually come from love and the desire for us to be happy. Other times, they come from a place of need within them—whether it is the parent who wants us to live out his or her dreams or the friend or spouse who wants us to play an already-defined role. Whatever the case, we can appreciate and consider those people’s input, but ultimately we must follow our own inner guidance.

There may come a time when all the suggestions can become overbearing. We may feel that the people we love don’t approve of our judgment, which can hurt our feelings. It can interfere with the choices we make for our lives by making us doubt ourselves, or filling a void with their wishes before we’ve had a chance to decide what we want. It can affect us energetically as well. We may have to deal with feelings of resistance or the need to shut ourselves off from them. But we can take some time to rid ourselves of any unnecessary doubts and go within to become clear on what we desire for ourselves.

We can tell our loved ones how much we appreciate their thoughts and ideas, but that we need to live our own lives and make our own decisions. We can explain that they need to let us learn from our own experiences rather than rob us of wonderful life lessons and the opportunity to fine-tune our own judgment. When they see that we are happy with our lives and the path we are taking to reach our goals, they can rest assured that all we need them to do is to share in our joy.
Current Mood: sleepysleepy
Current Music: deathcab for cutie- new year
05 January 2007 @ 12:25 am
ohhhhh happy new year. double oh seven. if new years eve was any indication of how the year will go... then I think I'm gonna be alright.
it was a fabulous one. it started fairly rough. my plans fell through the day before... but I had other options, and I chose option U. as in, option Utica. We got a crappy but cheap hotel room, drank lots of wine out of plastic dixie cups, danced for five hours to the ryan montbleau band at the electric company, drank lots of beer, watched a fight at dennys at 5am, and had an awesome road trip. the night ranks up there with one of the best new years ever... the only thing that would have made it better would have been more friends *that means you brando!*
but hey.... i'll take what I can get.
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lets hear it for the motel six!
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theres nothing better than a seventies themed 2007
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jay cohen on keys
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seriously theyre are my all time favorite band
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and hes my all time favorite boy
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i wish you could see their white patent leather shoes
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i also wish you could have seen the girl butt dancing next to me. im talking "hands on the floor, ass in the air" it was fabulous.
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or the girl that just walked over and pushed me over... she was cool too. it actually caused ryan to miss lyrics. stupid girls.
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im totally gonna do that to my head.
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rock on with that violin.
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later on, i stole her husbands wig.
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and here it is. i call it "hell yes hair"
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the winery would be proud of those classy glasses
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im apparently hatching an evil plan.
and just because i feel like it....
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(you should see how awesome they look with my spiderman costume!)
im bored of writing now.
i love you all.
Current Music: ccccceeelllebrate good times COME ON. lets celebrate.
natalie dee
its the truth.
anyways, im off to the desert boys and girls.
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19 December 2006 @ 10:07 pm
oh wow... how on earth have i forgotten about live journal? i suppose its the same way i have forgotten about checking my emails, using my instant messenger, myspace, or otherwise communicating with the world outside work. i've been busy, and broken. working seven days a week has taught me several things: 1)the more you work the more money you cannot save. 2)working seven days a week fucking blows. - wait thats not several, its two. whatever.

I'm fairly sure that I'm done at the winery though til spring... and then it will be just a few short months until i start there... ehhh, i don't wanna jinx it. I can't wait to feel a weekend again. It's been an awfully crappy few months, mixed with some monumental happiness. Back at the end of October I managed to compress my lower vertebrae together while wrestling around with the kids at work. Let me tell you how amazing that felt! It felt almost as amazing as getting the bill for the xrays of my back, which showed the awesome compression, as well as my spine being three inches in the wrong direction sideways, and leaning back an inch and a half the wrong way. it started feeling better, just about the time i acquired "the cough heard round the world". That cough then turned into pneumonia, which was overlapped by the stomach flu, and caused... drumroll please... a cracked rib?! WTF. I need health insurance. and a new body.
but enough of this. its boring me.

the real topic of importance is: the laundromat. first off, is it "laundry mat"? or is it maybe "laundramat"?... or maybe how i spelled it above is correct, "laundromat". who knows i guess... but moving ever onward...

why is it that no matter what laundromat i go to around here, whether it be chester,warwick, florida... everyone in there looks like a creepy side show exhibit that has escaped the cage? I walk in, and I can feel their heads turn... they know I'm an outsider... and they stare at me. they've all formed friendships. they chit chat about "last week at the laundry mat" or discus the poor quality public transportation. They give each other the inside scoop about which dryers are working better than others that day, giving me an unfair advantage on getting my clothes dried. And it doesn't matter which one either, the same basic people are there. its like they have a quota to fill or something. like the manager calls people in off a clip board...
"one grotesquely overweight woman- check. one trashy woman with obnoxious kids, whom she will yell at and physically abuse while there- check. random old dude with shady eyes- check. several non english speaking immigrants- check. a handful of people without teeth who will try to chew gum- check. some to sit on the bench and talk to themselves- check. whiny semi- overweight twenty something to complain about her kids/ boyfriend/ crappy job- check." add several other random misfits... like maybe a really baggy skinned old lady washing five loads of skimpy lingerie, a bearded woman, a fat guy that farts alot... and voila- an orange county laundrymat. why.




I'm not claiming to be any picture of either perfection or normality... but come on now people. aren't there any other semi normal people out there without washing machines?? you can't all have them in your apartments and houses... theres got to be some others. maybe they've all joined together and do their laundry at certain times. maybe i'm on the wrong time schedule.

last nights trip had an extra bonus though... the fat woman quota... she was washing stuffed animals that "she sleeps with between her legs". as if that wasn't awesome enough, she spoke to these stuffed animals the entire time she was there. i started noticing when she was pulling one out of the dryer and she exclaimed with excitement "HELLO THERE PUFFALUMP!" She did the same with the others, discussed their amazingness with another girl there, and spoke to them all as she folded her clothes. a-w-e-s-o-m-e.

see look at her:
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I still really want to know if i fit in their dryers... im making it a life goal to find that out

oh yea and guess what? I cut my hair:
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and i love this kid:
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and i leave for arizona in less than 48 hours!!

... so i don't wanna hear one more complaint that i haven't updated.

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Current Mood: weirded out
Current Music: stealers wheel- stuck in the middle
27 October 2006 @ 06:33 am
cause i love hippies and ferrets, but come the fuck on... how hysterical is this? oh wait, you don't know yet... you haven't read it yet... ok here read it, then agree with me:

Jesus Christ, do I ever hate my filthy fucking hippie owner, Zach. You have no idea the hell I go through, living in this disgusting house with him and his hordes of skank-ass hippie friends.

I didn't ask for this shit, you know. I try to keep clean, giving myself frequent tongue-baths. But it's simply impossible when, everywhere I step, there's a moldy black-bean pita sandwich or an ashtray overflowing with half-smoked joints.

I never get a moment's rest, either. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, there's at least a dozen smelly-haired fuckers sitting around getting high and watching Star Trek: The Next Generation, or planning another pancake benefit for East Timor. Get a life, losers.

The agony never ends. I can't even sleep, because, every time I try, Zach starts beating on his bongos, while some other unwashed bozo tries to play some crappy didgeridoo he made out of some PVC pipe. And if I hear one more hippie fumble through the bridge of "Sugar Magnolia" on Zach's untuned acoustic guitar, I'm going to squeeze my head between the bars of my cage and twist until my neck snaps.

I'm a ferret, goddamn it! I have a very acute sense of smell! Day after day, I am forced to choke on the nauseating stench of strawberry incense and sweat-soaked Guatemalan wool doused in patchouli oil. And do you think that my owner could actually put down his bong long enough to clean my fucking cage every once in a blue moon? Of course not!

Then there's that friend of Zach's who hitchhiked down from Boulder last week–Rick or Ryan or something. Whatever his name is, I just think of him as the "'That's Cool' Guy," because that's all he ever fucking says. You'd think that, after the 200th time I squirmed away from this bastard, he'd figure out that I don't want his grubby hands on me. Not this burn-out.

"That's Cool" Guy must be brain-damaged from one too many acid trips, because, a few days ago, I was just trying to make it across the living room to hide behind a big stack of dirty cereal bowls when he lunged at me and spilled bong water all down my fricking back. I smelled like holy hell for the next four days! I tried to lick myself clean, but I had to stop because I started seeing things. I swear, after a while, that Phish shit my owner plays 20 hours a day was almost starting to sound good.

The absolute worst thing that ever happened to me, though, was when that son-of-a-bitch Zach got out that goddamn collar and took me down to the park to watch him take off his sandals and juggle sticks. I stretched the leash as far as it would go, but I'm sure people could still figure out I was with that loser. There was a bunch of squirrels standing by a tree, laughing their asses off at me. Christ, talk about humiliating!

I tried running away once, but Mr. Smarty Patchwork-Pants found me hiding underneath the front porch. I'd rather eat worms than choke down any more of that organic bulgur crap that motherfucker dumps in my bowl every day.

Mark my words, one of these days, I'm gonna make another run for it. It was the last straw today when he tied that teeny fucking hemp necklace around my neck. I chewed through that piece of shit in 10 minutes. Just because he thinks it's goddamn 1969 doesn't mean I have to play along. If I can just make it past the rusted VW microbus in the driveway, that fucking hippie will never see my ass again.
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Current Music: sugar magnolia
10 October 2006 @ 10:11 pm
I am a dreamer of big dreams.
My first entry ever on here was of one of my dreams. I wanted to walk across the country. Wanted is perhaps the wrong word, I still want to, I just haven't...
but more recently, I've had this very strong desire to walk the entire length of the Appalachain trail.
nevermind the fact that I've never hiked any trails in my life. I'm not actually sure where this strong calling comes from, but it won't leave me alone.

I told Brandon about this strangely too big of a dream I'd had. He's prolly the only person I've mentioned this to that didn't flat out laugh at me... perhaps its because he dreams big dreams too, perhaps its because he's the only person I know thats actually taken on some of his dreams and made them real, or perhaps he laughed in his head and just smiled at my child-like naivety and just let me keep dreaming... but in any case... he handed me a book called "A Walk in the Woods". It is about a man and his journey of taking on the trail with no prior experience or training... just a desire that came to him one day. I haven't been able to put this book down. After the first few chapters I had deserted my dream. I had deceided that I wouldn't make it out in one piece... but I kept reading and I've changed my mind. I could definetely do it. (so I take it back brandon... you are no longer the killer of my dreams... but if i go on this trip and never return... i blame it on you! heh... or better yet, wanna come?)

I've done much research on this over the past few days... it will take aprox. six months and about 7000 bucks... plus paying my bills at home that won't go away while I'm gone. I think student loans should accept "dream fufillment" as a deferment option. It is dreadfully disheartening to realize that finances may full well keep me from doing this.

I've become "restless" lately, as my mother put it. I had a horrible vision in the not so distant past, of waking up one day, married with kids... and looking back on my life horribly unsatisfied that I didn't do any of the things I had wanted to do. I don't want to grow old and look back on my life with any regrets. I want to do things before I settle down. It'd be even better if I could do these things with someone I've settled down with... but general consensus says thats not in the cards.

I always say I'll do these things "someday".
I saw a shirt the other day. This one to be exact:
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It made me want to cry.

sigh... courtney is lost. or rather... would like to be physically lost instead of mentally.

I shall now change the subject. I had a fantastic weekend. For the first time in two months, I took a weekend off. I felt I deserved it. It felt damn good to turn down three opportunities to work this weekend.
I went out to Joes Friday. I hadn't been there in ages. It was good to be back. I had ton of fun.

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see... fun was had. i lead an awesome life.
the weekend just continued to get better though. I left sat. morning to go to utica to see my favorite brandon (which may be slightly biased being that hes the only brandon I know) annnnd robert randolph.
what an amazing show.
brando scored some killer seats in the second row. I was wayyy happy to be in attendance. I'd post pictures of it, but well... HE HASN'T SENT THEM TO ME YET! (yea i know you read this brandon... send them! please. heh.)
I'll just post this instead:

In anycase, my time in Utica was well spent. I spent so much time being sad that I'd never see him again cause he shipped himself off to Thailand... and now I've seen him twice in a month. yayyyy.
ok thats all for now. bye.
ps- anyone want to give me the 7000 bucks to march myself across the eastern part of the country? pretty please? maybe i'll just go find that youtube dude and marry him.
Current Music: elton john- someone saved my life tonite
10 October 2006 @ 04:10 am
this is being reposted from bradons because it has to be.

"God's just a baby and her diaper is wet"

Some people have asked me to explain what I mean by that statement. Here it goes: We need to change how we think of God. We need to change how we think of ourselves. To live in the richest most powerful nation in the world that boasts of democracy and freedom and yet so many of us feel like our voice doesn't count, won't make a difference, won’t be heard, makes me question what true democracy/enlightenment would feel like. On one hand, many of us DO feel like it is within our power to become rich or successful (which is why so many people move here, right?) But why don't we feel like we can stop our country from becoming the hypocritical terror-mirror, torch of torture, murderous empire that it has become? We can make cash but we can’t make change? Bullshit. All of us. We are so caught up in our own selfish materialistic pursuits and celebrity endorsed comfort that we fashion our lives and our idea of God to suit our own lack of merit. Why would God bless America before HE (ha) would bless IRAQ or the SUDAN? Is it because we are the chosen? Does God prefer us? So can we only think of a God that is as prejudice as we are? Fuck that! It is 2006 and Native Americans STILL live on reservations, poor people STILL struggle for decent housing and education, Palestinians STILL live in refugee camps, on their own fucking land. Does our God not care about them? Or is it truly that WE don’t care about them and don’t have the time to fashion a God that does? We are Godless hypocrites on the threshold of damnation. No, not hell, simply America and the lands of our chosen allies. . Will we sit back and let our leaders pass Patriot Acts and torture bills in a fancy language that dresses up murder, thievery and torture in some high-gloss attire forcing the innocent down planks and runways at gunpoint while our children fight to audition to be America’s next Top Model? Why do we question our own intelligence and ability to share our opinion on serious matters more than we question our so-called leadership? Why do we continue to follow in the footsteps of CEO’s that incorporate bullshit and sell it back to us as hot topic? Why do we endorse religions and religious leaders that we have quite simply outgrown? Not even Jesus was Christian. His message was of spirit. He broke his religious law daily insisting that those were the laws of man. Why do we feel that certain things need not be questioned just because we were born into them? What about people that were born into slavery? How did they find the courage to question their reality? Did they heed naysayers? Didn’t they also feel like their voice didn’t count, let alone, their entire being? Where did they find the courage to question the empire that enforced torture and terror on them? They found it within themselves. I’m not impressed with CEO’s, record execs, fashion lines, fascist leaders, and the yes men that support them in hopes of tasting so-called power. I am impressed with a creative compassionate awareness that enables as it enlightens. I’m impressed with music that heals and inspires. I’m impressed with humanity and the individuals that seek to explore it rather than control or convert it.
Only 14% of Americans own passports. We are mostly self-consumed while our government and our own lack of outward concern seeks to exploit the resources of people and lands we seldom visit. Lebanon is beautiful. Iraq and Iran are wondrous. Afghanistan is magical. Palestine is sacred. And America is lost, asleep, drugged, brainwashed, scary. What’s great about our country is that it’s like a Rubik’s Cube; we can change its fuckin face. And it’s always the youngest that are the first to figure it out. Me? I got tired of the puzzle and realized that I could pull the pieces off and reassemble it in its proper order. Shortcuts ain’t always cheatin’. Sometimes the world can’t wait.
We can’t wait for Jesus to come back and incite the change that we are afraid to fight for and become. Fact is, Jesus may have already come back in the same Arab body that he came in the first time and is now being held without trial by our own God-fearing government along with the 14,000 other “terror suspects” that we are holding in American war camps with hope of passing new bills to torture Our Saving Grace. We are a young nation with an antiquated idea of godliness. The God of guns enforced slavery and terror. I will not pray to him. Will you?
I look into the eyes of a newborn and see an innocence that I find hard to remember. I hold her close to my face so I can smell what water has not washed away. I sing my song into her ear and thank her for her being. She has come to remind me of the reasons why I sing. But before I lose myself in the soft purr of her cuddle she wriggles to remind me of her discomfort and the fact that she cannot fend alone. She must be changed. I must change her. We must change things. Time for change.

Boycott stupidity. Here’s a super short list of some people that have been successful at it (if you have school reports or term papers coming up, might I suggest):

Paul Robeson Assata Shakur Alice Walker Audre Lourde John Brown Toussaint l’Overture Mahmoud Darwish Chief Seattle Amiri Baraka Sojourner Truth Steve Biko James Baldwin Nina Simone Anais Nin Angela Davis Arundhati Roy Ben Okri Julia Butterfly Hill Noam Chomsky Nikolai Tesla Mahatma Ghandi Carlos Castaneda Ken Wilber Ann Frank Pete Seger Mother Theresa Cesar Chavez Terrence McKenna Erica Jong Amy Goodman

and on and on….



this is a bulletin that saul williams posted on myspace in response to the first line "god is just a baby, and her diaper is wet." taken from the poem "list of demands (reparations)." this is his response to what that specific line means.
04 October 2006 @ 06:11 am


i couldn't write anything to even compare to that, so i won't even try.
well... besides this right here. this is writing. this doesn't compare. right.
the end.
Current Mood: mellowmellow
Current Music: original prankster
22 September 2006 @ 09:24 pm
life has been so super busy... unbelievable. I went most of the summer wandering my apartment, filling time by hula hooping, attempting handstands on a skateboard and jumping on the bed... and now, its the complete opposite. In fact, the only reason I have the time to write this is because swollen glands have kept me housebound, and I'm waiting for the laundry to get out of the dryer. I'm at the condo... cause as awesome as the new chester house is, it lacks a washer and dryer. So I'm here waiting, instead of at the apartment painting, decorating and unpacking. Sigh... I should have just bought more underwear.
I never did do a post about the wonders of working at the new york state fair. It seems like a distant memory right now, even though it was only a few short weeks ago... but thats because I've done enough in the time since to fill an entire years worth of activities. Its a blurry memory, but lets see if I can do it any justice.

My main observation during my stay there was this: there are no teeth in syracuse. To my friends from syracuse... I'm sorry. I know all of you have your teeth, but why can't you talk to everyone else there? What gives? I just don't get it. I'm not even exaggerating. I could place a fairgoers demographic based soley on their smile. All teeth? Ithaca area. Some teeth? The outskirts of syracuse. Rotten teeth and gummy smile? Syracuse. It was both sad and disgusting at the same time. And I'll be honest here, I don't even want to hear the "I can't afford health insurance" crap. cause as we all know, I too am among the uninsured. I have all my teeth. I feel like maybe the whole city of syracuse could chip in and send just one resident to dental school... then that person could come back and fix the problem.
moving ever onwards....
In case any of you were ever wondering, two weeks is way too long to be at a fair. I felt like a carney. The workers knew me by name. I got "fair employee" discounts. I ate more fried food then I have ever wished to consume. I got to cut the bathroom lines... wait, that part was awesome. One day at the fair makes everyone happy. Two days at the fair can still be exciting... two weeks is no fun. Not for anyone. nope. Because come on... do you really want to spend 14 days at any place that has a "beef day"? Reminded me of the aqua teen episode where master shake injects the cow with cheese and deep fries it.
another aqua teen episode comes into mind:
"Plaque is a figment of the liberal media and the dental industry to scare you into buying useless appliances and pastes. Now, I've heard the arguments on both sides, and there is nothing to convince me of the need to brush your teeth. "
I can't whine too much though. I got to see foreigner... TWICE! And tyedied chickens. And 10000000 bunnies.
doesn't matter though. It paid my months rent... and I still get to drink on the job. Three thumbs up.
I'm bored of typing.
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Current Mood: i hate doing laundry
19 September 2006 @ 12:12 am
Current Mood: bouncybouncy
Current Music: fuck yo couch
31 August 2006 @ 09:16 pm
a summary of my life lately, in three pictures.

and for extra flavoring:
Current Music: iron and wine- such great heights
21 August 2006 @ 06:41 pm
gathering of the vibes was awesome. i won't bother telling you all about it... i'll just show you.

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Current Mood: exhaustedexhausted
Current Music: g love- friday night
16 August 2006 @ 09:50 pm
hellllloooo awesomeness.
guess who went to see ryan montbleau last nite in connecticut, courtesy of the awesome and fabulous Bozzy and Greg? MMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
One of the best shows I've seen them put on in so long.
I had been sad cause since I have to pay rent at both apartments for the month of September, I wasn't gonna be able to go to Gathering of the Vibes... but my big sister is amazing, and shes loaning me the money.
Could I be happier? The answer is no. Wellll.... yes, i could. But this will do for today, since the things I really want are "never going to happen". moving ever onward...
and tom is trading me a concert ticket for a show tomorrow for a ride... so I get to go see live music tomorrow, then get in the car friday morning and dance my heart out at Gathering of the Vibes til Sunday when I go to work the Hudson Valley Fest!!! Life itself it still crumby, but at least its crumby and full of new apartments and concerts galore!!
now for a few pictures from the shore last weekend:


every year i sucker this kid into a beach trip!

heyyy its me

do you know, that if someones laying down, and you throw cheetos next to their head, seagulls will divebomb them? and that this proves for at least an hour of entertainment.

whattup bird.

gimme dem cheetos
Current Mood: bouncybouncy
Current Music: black betty- lynyrd skynyrd
15 August 2006 @ 02:29 am
edit to a previous entry.
its come to my attention that it came across that I hate frank, that hes a bad person, etc etc. i don't. he's not.

shit happened. it sucked. it wasn't what i wanted to happen.

maybe i was used. maybe i wasn't. maybe i was just mad. maybe i still am. maybe i'm hurt. maybe he was. in any case, to clear up the confusion... i didn't intend to deface his name. I'm sorry. that is all.

no. no it is not all.
theres this too:
Current Mood: blankblank
Current Music: five times august- better with you
14 August 2006 @ 01:57 am
Isn't this distracting. Woo! Look at me!!
Isn't this distracting. Woo! Look at me!!

(borrowed from lunarlake page)
Current Mood: boredbored
Current Music: wurlitzer prize- norah jones (yea im still listening to it.)
... and when my world comes crashing down, my friends are always there to surround me with hugs and keep me busy with fun things to do...
I love them. I really and truly do. I don't see everyone as often as most people get to see their friends... but I think that plays a large part in what makes them so special. We don't have to talk for months, and we can dial the phone, and pick up like we were never apart. You guys are the best. It's been a really long weekend for me, but thanks to you guys... the phone calls, the silly texts, the bar gatherings, the couch crying fests, watching tv shows together via texts when I had to work, and tomorrows beach adventure... you've all been so great at getting me through it.

and guess who found an apartment and a bozzy to move into it with her? me. booya. this apartment is seriously the greatest thing to happen to my life since
the discovery of hula hoops. its super cute, so big, and in chester. I looked at it today, we both are going back Monday nite... and as long as he likes it, and he has to, its mine.
lifes getting a little brighter, lets hope it stays on this track....
oh yea...
and ryan montbleau on tuesday?
and maybe gathering of the vibes on friday?
happy dance!

Current Mood: getting happier
Current Music: norah jones- wurlitzer prize <-- seriously go download it.
10 August 2006 @ 12:17 pm
So I'm beginning to think life must be preparing me for a completely fresh start with something. In the past month I've lost my job, which I've discussed. They've since hired me back to do some other stuff. I'm doing real wine tastings at wine festivals now, I'll be working the Hudson Valley fest at west point, and *drum roll* THE NEW YORK STATE FAIR IN SYRACUSE!! So awesome. I still don't know a damn thing about wine, they still don't know that. heh. That might get me through til my real job starts again. I don't like wishing summer away, but I really need a steady paycheck again.

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I also just got over a really weird sickness. I had a bacterial infection attack my bones and muscles. I wasn't able to move for days... such horrible pain, I never thought possible. I couldn't so much as bend my back. Constant tears. I went to the hospital Sunday, they gave me some codeine and antibiotics for it. I'll be paying that off til I'm about 80 no doubt cause I don't have health insurance. But I'm finally doing better. I still can't eat. I've lost a bit of weight from this all. I'm still pretty tired, but in general I'm doing much better.
Yay... this month gets a big thumbs down. I want to set people on fire.
Now I have to go over to the winery. I want to drink all of the wine there and forget about this.
thumbs up to that.

Current Music: the shins- turn a square
02 August 2006 @ 10:28 am
pictures from taras bday... tuesday and friday... and they're mixed in together. shut it.

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Current Mood: awakeawake
Current Music: happy birthday to youuuuu
hey yay i still have no job.
i threw myself at the mercy of the local food establishments today... we shall see.
le sigh...
but i found a cool quiz from my most favorite movie ever...

What Empire Records Character are you?

You are Lucas- you've always got a wise comeback, and your favorite saying is "Damn the man". You enjoy helping others out and giving advice when possible. You make some bad mistakes, but you don't let your problems really get to you. It's better just to let life work things out.
Take this quiz!

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i'll post some pictures from taras awesome bday celebration later
Current Mood: meh
Current Music: everyone loves raymond is on. yay
disclaimer: if you haven't seen pirates 2 yet, and you don't want to hear a few details... don't read the end.

so i've been slacking at the updates. life... has had me on a rollercoaster of suckitude for the past month or so.
i tried to find my silver linings. i had really been enjoying the winery, that wasn't a lie.
but these past ten days or so...
have taken my clouds and my silver linings and jabbed them with big lightning bolts.
thats the only word to describe this.
so as life was just not getting any better, my phone rings...
its work.
my boss quit, which apparently means everyone that worked underneath her has been "let go".
just fuckin fire me.
that would be so much easier.
how about just piss me off so i quit, then i can at least feel like i won.
'nope. they call. they don't even mention it to me that i've been booted from their wine heaven. they just tell me my paycheck is in, and "would you like us to mail it or will you pick it up?"
so i of course was like, well i'll be in for work tomorrow... so i'll just pick it up.
so totally confused as to why they've called to ask such a silly question.
then she just casually was like "oh yea... there won't be any more farmers markets... i quit today, talk to you later!"
if i could punch through the phone, that lady woulda been laid out.
luckily frank was here when i got that wonderful news... and he took me out to my most favorite resturant to cheer me up.
and we went to the river yesterday and went swimming, and to the drive in to see pirates of the carribean.
which brings me to another topic:
wow... talk about the worst movie.
everyone thought it was great, everyone except me apparently.
first off, all that movie should really be is johnny depp running around dressed as the hottest pirate ever. there wouldn't even have to be a plot line, maybe just a sex scene.
secondly, why the hell doesn't he end up with elizabeth. fuck orlando bloom. i hate that dude. johnny depp... now thats where little miss elizabeth needs to set her sights.
third, um excuse me... was that just a talking fucking squid? and is that hammerhead shark the co captain of that ship? WTF MATE?? and oh.. the black pearl got eaten by what? an octopus? right right.. of course.
disney should stick to mickey and the other awesome cartoons they have... they should leave pirates to warner brothers or somebody that wouldn't make the animals talk and would put pirate sex scenes in the film. actually.... whoever does the next sequel should just put johnny depp in it, dancing around the boat for 2.5 hours. "pirates of the carribean three: here's johnny"
Current Mood: bummed
Current Music: jamie cullum- 20 somethin
18 July 2006 @ 08:07 pm

hey look theres four of me!!! YAY!

i heart working for the winery.
this love affair is for many reasons...

1. wine + courtney = happy
2. working for drunk people always makes you appear responsible
3. sometimes i get paid in wine
4. its the first time i can drink at work and not have to worry about getting caught, in fact, they'd like you to drink at work... the first question at the job interview is "do you like wine".
5. im acquiring a new degree in boozeology

kinda weird though, cause when im not working for the winery, im babysitting... and its an awkward thought to think of one day being a professional lush and the next day running around the yard doing ring around the rosie and playing tag...
although, now that i think of it, perhaps the two really should go hand in hand...
drunken childcare.
i guarantee i'd be alot happier doing the hokey pokey after a little wine

other things awesome in my life right now:
-its so hot out and i love the heat
-i've been wearing flip flops for two months straight now
-frank came and surprised me on saturday nite
-i'm about to go out dancing

im sure there are many other wonderful things... but i'm bored of typing now.

hows bout i leave you with this:
Current Mood: bouncybouncy
Current Music: ryan montbleau of course
14 July 2006 @ 11:32 am
edit- i cant figure out how to underline on livejournal, so if they've been guessed already they just have the name and title after them.

1. Pick the first 25 songs that play on your computer/mp3 player.
2. Pick your favorite line from each song.
3. See how many songs people can guess just from that one line--no looking up the lyrics!
4. underline the songs after they've been guessed.

Your job is to leave me a comment saying who you think sings the song and the songs title.

1. But it was vile, and it was cheap… and you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me

2. The wild and windy night that the rain washed away has left a pool of tears

3. Jellybeans and sunshine all the time

4. She was supposed to buy ya shorty tyco with ya money She went to the doctor, got lipo with ya money

5. I forgot how nice romance is; I haven't been there for the longest time -Billy Joel "The Longest Time"

6. Pretty lies, so what if I like pretty lies

7. Mirrors on the ceiling, Pink champagne on ice. And she said we are all just prisoners here of our own device -Eagles "Hotel California"

8. Someday you're going to get hungry and eat most of the words you just said

9. Just like that river twisting through a dusty land -Duran Duran "Rio"

10. Blue jean baby, LA lady, seamstress for the band -Elton John "Tiny Dancer"

11. What a prize! Got a body like a battle axe... Love that perfect frown, honest eyes...We ought to buy you a Cadillac.

12. She didn't choose this role but she'll play it and make it sincere

13. Met her in a club down in old Soho where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola (c-o-l-a cola)-the Kinks "Lola"

14. When the whole world fits inside of your arms don't really need to pay attention to the alarm, wake up slow, yeah wake up slow

15. Every word of every song that he sang was for you. in a flash he was gone, it happened so soon

16. Your friends confine you in their worlds, one by one, a string of pearls

17. You just slip out the back, Jack make a new plan, Stan. You don't need to be coy, Roy Just get yourself free -Paul Simon "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover"

18. You give me miles and miles of mountains and I'll ask for the sea

19. You remind me of the babe. What babe? -David Bowie "Magic Dance"

20. And we'll remember this when we are old and ancient though the specifics might be vague, and I’ll say your camisole was sprightly light magenta when in fact it was a nappy bluish gray

21. Tonight’s the night, I’m gonna push it to the limit I live all of my years in a single minute -Foreigner "Double Vision"

22. Regrets, I’ve had a few; but then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption. -Frank Sinatra "My Way"

23. And the trouble I find is that the trouble finds me

24. Dorothy moves to click her ruby shoes, right in tune with Dark Side of the Moon

25. She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls; I knew right away she was not like other girls -Grateful Dead "Scarlet Begonias"

Current Mood: calmcalm
Current Music: bright eyes- old soul song for the new world order
instead i'll just post random outer burrows comics
hope you all enjoy my warped sense of humor :-)

Current Mood: boredbored
Current Music: jefferson airplane- white rabbit
Current Mood: boredbored
Current Music: jefferson airplane- white rabbit
Current Mood: blahblah
Current Music: guster- scars and stitches
27 June 2006 @ 02:41 pm
Your Life: The Soundtrack

So heres how it works: Open your choice of music player [iTunes, Limewire, Kazaa, Pandora, etc.] and put it on SHUFFLE.
Press play.
For every question type the song thats on.
-if ur feeling up to it, put a lyric from each song too-
And when you go to a new question press the next button.
No cheating.


Opening credits: high enough by damn yankees
"Can you take me high enough to fly me over yesterday?"

Waking up: eskimo by damien rice

"Tiredness fuels empty thoughts
I find myself disposed
Brightness fills empty space
In search of inspiration"

Average day: i'll never get out of this world alive by the little willies (hank williams cover)
"I had lot's of luck but it's all been bad
No matter how I struggle and strive
I'll never get out of this world alive."

First date: the I95 song by David Allen Coe
"Were you born an asshole?
Or did you work at it your whole life?
Either way it worked out fine
cause you're an asshole tonight."

Falling in love: goodnite moon by shivaree
"And I always sleep with my guns when you're gone"

Fight scene: strech by Ryan Montbleau
"Take me under and make me understand.
Block my lungs off and make me appreciate the air"

Breaking up: margarittaville by jimmy buffet
"But theres booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on"

Getting back together: never gonna change by The Drive By Truckers
"We ain't never gonna change
so shut your mouth and play along"

Life's okay: Mystery Ship by Phish
"ride captain ride... upon your mystery ship
on your way to a world that others might have missed"

Mental Breakdown: Space Wrangler by Widespread Panic
"He gets off at a stranger's place
Where the girls dance different with familiar grace
He's knowing that he found the place
That pours the coldest beer"

Driving: Natasha by Rufus Wainwright
"Does anybody know how scary
This is for you and is for me
Does anybody know, anybody know"

Flashback: Sexual Healing by Ben Harper
"Whenever these blue teardrops are falling
and my emotional stability is leaving me
There is something I can do
I can get on the telephone and call you up baby "

Partying: Beat It by Michael Jackson <--woohoo its an 80's party!
"Show them how funky and strong is your fight"

Happy dance: One Hit Wonder by Keller Williams
"Overplay is the only way"

Regretting: Golddigger by Kanye West
"If you aint no punk holla We Want Prenupt
WE WANT PRENUPT" <---ha. fuckin classic.

Long night alone: who let you go by The Killers
"...and promise me, you'll always sigh"

Death scene: You Blew Me Off by Bare. Jr.
"If you ignore me
You get my respect
When you turn to hug me
I like you less"

End credits: I had a dream by Joss Stone
"I dreamed we all were alright
Happy in a land of oz"

The End.

best tee shirt ever!
Current Mood: boredbored
Current Music: i had a dream- joss stone
Current Mood: contentcontent
Current Music: ryan montbleaus playin in the background
20 June 2006 @ 04:42 pm
i can't determine which is worse...
going to work every day? or being stuck in a house without a car, 30 minutes from the closest person you know?
im gonna say work is prolly worse.
at least at this stage in the game.
its only been two days.
i think i could get used to it... maybe.

oh come on... like you wouldn't have done it?

but i've learned some things too.
i've learned how to say many inappropriate phrases in multiple languages.
for instance... if you are ever stuck in the netherlands and want to tell someone to go eat a bag of dicks, just simply say:
"eet een zak dicks."
if you are in portugal and would like someone to stop whacking you with your toothbrush, just say:
"pare de por favor whacking me com meu toothbrush."
perhaps you are in italy and feel someone needs to choke on their own balls?
"Li spero bobina d'arresto sulle vostre proprie sfere."
I could go on and on... maybe I'll add one per entry from now on, then all of you can learn a bit of culture from my journal.
aren't i awesome? I'll answer that for you. Yes, yes i certainly am.

moving onward...
no work is pretty sweet. i just wish it was no work + car. I get that stupid thing fixed tomorrow. I think its only gonna cost me my left arm and maybe a few toes.
I've gotten to write alot, doodle alot, read alot, watch a ton of movies, and hula hoop.

newest entry in my tangible journal of randomness. its never very far away from me.
oh wait.
did i forget to mention...
living room skateboarding.
fuckin awesome, thats whats up with that.

you say unemployment... i say funemployment.
for now at least.
i do need to find one of those things that give you money for going to them...you know... jobs.
im not excited about that.

Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
Current Music: beatles- good day sunshine
19 June 2006 @ 05:56 pm
dane cook has spoken the thoughts that are in my head.
the other night.. watching tourgasm...
and here it is:

With any auto mechanic you’ve ever dealt with as hes telling you whats supposedly wrong with your car. In your head your like … this guys fucking me big time. Whatever they say, you just keep nodding.
“Uh by the way, we had to replace the roof of your car, it was just peeling away in resentment of the rest of the car. And also we found a tiny unicorn in your exhaust and he was jumping and poking random holes in the exhaust, and he was shitting in your filters as well, so we had to replace the entire unit. ”
and you’re like “oh, ok, thank you very much. I didn’t know the roof was so angry at the rest of the vehicle and um… good god I’m glad you found that tiny mythological creature jumpin around in there, cause I cant have holes being poked, not with a road trip coming up. So how much is that gonna cost? 7000 dollars? Yea that’s what I was gonna suggest. No really, I love to be in debt to the point of suicide. so i appreciate you not fucking me.”


yup. there it is. fuckin car doesn't work again.

there. im done now.

Current Mood: grumpy pants
Current Music: adam sandler- piece of shit car
13 June 2006 @ 08:17 pm
so most of you are aware of my need for a summer job.
i was thinking call girl, then a friend told me of some openings at the winery.
a summer full of wine?
oh yes please.

so i go hand in my application today.
i assume it will be the standard: hand in the paper, get questioned a bit, shake hands, wait for call.

this is the shortened version... but it went something like this:

me: "id like to apply"
them: "oh so you think you can work here? lets see how you hang after tasting every single type of wine we make here."

proceed to the downing of 28 tastes of wine in under seven minutes.
power hour at its finest folks.
it reminded me of hazing.
winery hazing. check plus.

really though, any job application process that demands you get drunk before you leave is pretty fuckin sweet.

so now im thinking i'll just go apply at every winery and get drunk for free for a few days.

imagine the possibilites.

Current Mood: excitedexcited
Current Music: get drunk an be somebody
tonite has been filled with a great joy and a great sorrow.
we shall speak of the good things first.
ladies and gentlemen... i present...
oh yes... its on a&e RIGHT NOW!
as i type this, the glory is happening on the television set.

its pretty spectacular.
some of the contestants are a little more hardcore then even i am about it...
"spiritual" says masked- pink caped girl.

"there was one time when i was on the streets... and we had enough money to get one meal... and we played rock papers scissors to find out who would eat. i won. i owe that meal to rock papers scissors" says former homeless teenager amber
(she was sorta fat though, i think maybe she shoulda lost)

"a game for the intellectual" says cow farmer girl with the cowgirl hat

the prize is 50,000 dollars. the stakes are high. these people are no joke.
and theres beer. any sport that involves its players drinking beer... is a good sport if i do say so myself.

on a somber note:
i took a bubble bath tonite. i came out nice and fresh and relaxed, ready to curl up on the couch with my soy ice cream and watch the RPS finals... and i see my cat juggling.
at first i was impressed.
"damn kitty, those are some sweet moves you got there with that... WHAT... WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?!"
dear sweet jesus... it was a bunny.
anyone that knows me knows I like bunnies more then I like most people.
prepare for the visual image:
i scream.
cat drops article it was juggling.
dead bunny flops down on the carpet.

I would have rathered it had been the kids from next door. the dog from a few doors down. most of the people i know... anything or anyone but NOT a bunny.

i immediately wanted to vomit.
then i started to cry and hid in my room.
my mom convinced me via telephone to venture out, where i hid it under a box and cried about it to frank til my roomies came home.
poor little baby bunny.
and i can't believe that little fucker was just tossing it around like a damned flapjack.

i officially hate my cat.
and i think she must officially hate me to bring me a dead bunny.
jealous bitch, shes just mad cause i think bunnies are cooler than her.
now more then ever.
the end.

Current Mood: totally sad and grossed out
Current Music: rps finals are on. there is no need for music.