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Sunday, October 22nd, 2006
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"I recognized uneasily the hand of what I sometimes thought to be my personal nemesis, the spirit of farce."
~The Paper Men by: William Golding
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Saturday, September 16th, 2006
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| Time: | 10:22 am. |
| Mood: |  frustrated. | | Music: | Unearth. |
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I am going to become a lesbian.
I am sick of dealing with males on this level. All of them. Crazy, irresponsible, selfish, daft bastard whores. Women may be psycho, but psycho I can handle. Women at least care.
This may be the hormones talking.
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Tuesday, September 12th, 2006
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| Time: | 8:48 pm. |
| Mood: |  calm. | | Music: | "One Big Wish" Dora. |
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Well, Abbey and I have the Plague. We're on Lockdown Quarantine until Thursday. I had to leave to get cranberry juice for my vodka, though. Need it.
Yeah, it's really the Plague.
And my poor girl got her first sting yesterday while eating popsicles for her throat. A Yellow Jacket got her once, maybe twice. My poor thing.
So today was sleeping...and now for a sandwich...mmmm...artisan bread...
And Jane Eyre. My favorite book EVER!!!
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Wednesday, September 6th, 2006
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Monday, August 28th, 2006
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| Time: | 5:49 pm. |
| Mood: |  sick. | | Music: | Snoop. |
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This is totally rad.
I am ridiculously ill.
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Sunday, August 27th, 2006
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| Time: | 2:33 pm. |
| Mood: |  awake. | | Music: | Blue's Clues. |
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Well, I just went shopping for Angela's wedding. Wow, that was hard. What do you get for the girl who has everything?? You try your best and get a receipt.
I have a decent dress and FABULOUS shoes for the wedding...and I'm really looking forward to the whole weekend. Especially since I have fabulous shoes. I love shoes...and they love me back.
I have the best friends in the whole world.
MySpace has gotten me into contact with a BUTTLOAD of people that I lost contact with...most of which I actually wanted to talk to! It's really bizarre.
I finally got pictures of Abbey throwing up the horns!!! I posted them on MySpace...damn assimilation...
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Sunday, August 20th, 2006
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| Time: | 11:26 pm. |
| Mood: |  excited. | | Music: | This old movie The Point..."Me and my Arrow". |
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I fucking love my tarot cards. I reallyreallyreally like doing readings. I am a dork.
Got back from my visit to DC. Got to see a few peeps from bygone times, but it was a pretty quiet weekend...
However...
The weekend of Angela's wedding is gonna be friggin insane. I'm going to do wedding shtuff all day Friday, hoping to APT 102 it Saturday night, the wedding Sunday night, and maybe cramming some other shtuff in there. Still crossing my fingers on my mystery guest...we'll see...
My daughter is friggin awesome. I need a video camera SO BADLY!!!!
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Sunday, August 13th, 2006
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What do you do when your boss requests you as a friend on MySpace?
I cleaned up my profile a little and accepted. I think she saw it before I locked it, though...
Eh, what the fuck? She's pretty cool.
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Saturday, August 5th, 2006
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Okay, so here we go.
It all started out okay. In West Virginia it started to get hot, so I tried turning on my A/C. It should be noted here that for as long as I have ridden in this car, the A/C makes water blow out of the vents. Sometimes it blows into the stereo. It killed the last one slowly, but as time goes on this problem gets worse and worse, so this stereo is less than six months old and is already having shorts. I have not used my A/C all summer. It's been cool enough that I haven't needed to. When I DID try, it shorted out my radio and, despite me taking the faceplate off and everything, the speakers would occaisionally, randomly, and very loudly make huge pops and whistles like landing UFOs. It was a bit of a jumy ride for a while. And I had no stereo for three hours while it dried.
Well. I entered the midwest to a heat index of 110.
So I was using Jen's directions which had no distances and had no idea when I was supposed to turn off 64. I figured it out when I was two hours past the exit on the Illinois/Indiana border. So I had to drive an extra 4 1/2 hours while I went the long way through the great state of Illinois. The heat does not get any better at night. The bugs just come out. So I'm battling moths and locust the size of my head flying straight out of the cornfields (because that's all there IS in southern Illinois) and into my fucking car. Then I hit dead stop traffic in Chicago. at Midnight. On a Saturday.
Total drive from Radford to Chicago: 17 hours.
Jen was SO cranky all weekend because her car got towed, the airconditioner didn't work in her apartment and just poured water on me all night, Abbey was cranky because of the heat and Jen has cats. Which make me sneeze. I got to see my Aunt Becky, Uncle Steve and cousin Carol. They TOTALLY ROCK!! I left for St. Louis Monday morning. The Heat index was 114, I still had no A/C and it was early morning sun beating down on my exposed left side. Result? SUPER TRUCKER TAN.
Total drive from Chicago to St. Louis: 5 hours.
My Grammy, love her heart, is a very picky lady. She was squite ornery the whole time I was there, but that's okay. She's old, she family, and she's wonderful. My mother called her and begged her to take me to a mechanic to get the A/C fixed.
Remember how it blew water out? Well, the two people I have PAID to look at it could not figure it out. The dude in St. Charles did. Someone YEARS ago plugged the A/C drain hole with a bolt. You know how your car drips water after your A/C runs? Well, imagine years of that building in my car...molding...sloshing around...apparently, when he pulled the bolt, three gallons of water poured out. This does not include the gallon and a half that ended up in my floorboards. Now I have a cooled down, moldy, funny smelling car.
But what do I care when I have A/C???
Saw Nana and had a BALL with her. We are so alike. She's just crazier than I am. Grandpa Wetzel didn't give me any of his Moral majority lectures and Grandma Dee was too busy planning a pro-second amendment rally at a gun shop for the organization she heads, C.L.A.S.S. That's Conservative Ladies Association of Sharp Shooters for you unrepublican Godless folk.
Total drive within Missouri to see relatives (now WITH A/C): 3 hours
Then I drove home early on Thursday so I could get the car detailed to de-moldify it. WITH A/C. It was a MUCH better drive...but tedious after so much driving. I made SUPER time despite being in Kentucky for fucking EVER. In West Virginia I dropped my last Redbull upside-down in my lap. I stopped in Charleston to get another one and walked by a window where I noticed that it REALLY looked like I had peed my pants. For some reason, this sounded like a country somg to me and I went up to the counter singing, "I peed my pants in West Virginia."
Total drive from St. Louis to home: 10 hours.
Total drive time between Saturday and Thursday: 36 hours
1/3 was in Illinois.
3/5 with no A/C
3/4 in temperatures over 100
In the end, though, I HAD to see family. Abbey is named after my Nana and they had never met! I wish I would have skipped Chicago, but it was fun at my aunt's. Abbey was super for all but the last six hours of the drive to Chicago. She was so hot she threw up on herself. You can't blame a kid for screaming. She's a trooper. A great road trip buddy.
What a shitty road trip, though. No more driving for a while.
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Thursday, August 3rd, 2006
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| Time: | 11:04 pm. |
| Mood: | jittery. | | Music: | System. |
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Agh. I'm back...and what a vacation it was. I dunno if it can even classify as a vacation. It might, however, fall into the category of clusterfuck...or fiasco...I might fill you in later if I feel like subjecting you to it.
I got this new icon in bumfuck Kentucky. Aawww yeah!
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Saturday, July 29th, 2006
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| Time: | 8:31 am. |
| Mood: |  mischievous. | | Music: | Killswitch Engage. |
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Well, I was supposed to leave at 5. I'll be outta town by nine. Not too bad. I meant to have a quiet evening, but Becky got back early to see me before I left and I ended up chilling with Chris until after 1.
Red Bull is mah freyuhnd.
So off goes this pixie to meet her fellow pixie mischief-maker. I'll be back in a week. Unless I get sick of my family...then it'll be five or six days. I am so not getting to do anything cool tonight in Chicago. I'm going to be half-dead.
Wish me luck.
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| Time: | 10:19 pm. |
| Mood: |  blah. | | Music: | Green Day. |
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~sigh~
This hyper-anxious shit has got to stop.
I'm so homesick today. I started trolling around MySpace with Edith and started visiting friends. I don't want to go back to the old days, but I still miss them sometimes. And I definetely miss my homies.
Vacation in 3 days. I'll be cleaning and making lists tomorrow. I'm SO supposed to be planning my curriculum, but I'll do that tomorrow, too. Procrastination who?
Looks like Corrinne is on non-voluntary sober strike. Ran out of liquor and green early because I spent all said green on pre-vacation shit.
Okay, you know what? I lack positivity and no one wants to hear me bitch. I LOVE YOU GUYS!! Everybody think of hugging me good night and I will so feel better in the morning. In the meantime, I will stop being a friggin idiot and count my blessings before I go to sleep tonight and have fabulous dreams of naked men bringing me exotic flowers and Godiva chocolates. Aw yeah!
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I found this conversation hilarious, and so should you! This is paraphrased, but almost word for word.
Me: Well, I just wanted to make sure everything was still normal because I have plans tonight.
Thomas: What plans?
Me: I don't feel like telling you.
Thomas: Okay, well go have fun at your drug party, then.
Me: JESUS, Thomas, I have a date. With a guy. A real, live guy.
Thomas: Oh. Well, then, take some advice from me. You can be a little overbearing so just chill out and relax.
Me: FUCK YOU! I'm a mother, I can BE overbearing.
Thomas: I'm just trying to help here. You can be a little too much at times.
Me: You know, I may have been too much for you, but I'm just right for someone else.
Thomas: Whatever, I'm just offering advice.
Me: Fine. I appreciate the sentiment.
~shakes head~
Men.
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| Time: | 6:54 pm. |
| Mood: |  hopeful. | | Music: | Alice in Wonderland. |
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I do not like hickies. They are really embarassing.
I go to St. Louis next weekend. I get to see JEN!!!! SO excited. I'm excited to see my family, too and all that, but I MISS JEN!
Abbey is growing up so fast. We go outside and she runs around, but she's started exploring. She says, "Mommy, SH! Do you hear that? Listen! What's that sound? AH! Cricket!" (It actually comes out "Deeheedat? Lithin! Assat soun? AH! Kickit!") I love how she's imitating my turns of phrase now...at least the good ones. I really hope it wasn't "DAMMIT!" that I heard her say the other day...
They say that you blink and all of the sudden they're grown up...I never believed it, but it's true. She's not going to be a baby for much longer. One more winter of pure innocence, and then she's a preschooler...then it's grade school...before I know it, I'll be catching her smoking grass and making out. Damn.
But for right now, she's still a baby. She gets these movie obsessions where she just wants one movie over and over and over again for weeks. I KNOW EVERY FUCKING WORD OF MONSTERS INC. This weekend she's watched Alice and Wonderland too many times to count. Mom says when Kev and Karl and I were little, Karl at about this age, we watched the VHS so much that it wore out. Does it terrify anyone but myself that she is turning out so very like me. That's SO not a good thing. Maybe she'll grow out of it.
I need a RAM chip.
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Why are there no "plus size" men?
They get "big guy" and we get "junk in the trunk."
Why do they get stores like "Big and Tall" and we get "Dress Barn?" We are NOT farm animals.
Why do they get "husky" and we get "chunky?"
I just don't understand. I'm very angry. But maybe that's just because I'm listening to Fiona.
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| Time: | 9:58 pm. |
| Music: | BOOM!. |
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I hate men. They are all bastards. ~snarl~
Lost money orders are bastards, too.
How many away messages do you have? What is your favorite? My brothers each have one. I find that really weird.
Leaving for St. Louis/Chicago in 12 days. Wheeeeeeee...
You know how long it's been since I've had an internet connection? I used to have all the hookups for the weird shit on the net. Okay, your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to leave a link in my comments with some fablously interesting site I just HAVE to visit!
This message will self-destruct in 5...4...3...2...
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| Time: | 4:31 pm. |
| Mood: |  aggravated. | | Music: | Foo Fighters. |
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Holy shit, get me away from EBay.
If I want money for my vacation, I will STOP BIDDING RIGHT NOW!
But I got new Vans.
And The Point...a good movie from when I was a kid...
And this cute blue top...matches the Vans...
Oh Shit.
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| Time: | 12:53 pm. |
| Mood: |  sore. | | Music: | Killswitch Engage. |
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I miss Sam.
I hate this! I can NOT work up the motivation to fucking CLEAN! I cleaned out my car this weekend (and anyone who knows me knows this is a fucking miracle as my car doubles as a portable storage unit and a black hole of SHIT). My room looks good (another miracle)...I just hate dishes. Can I get a slave up in here?!
I swear to GAWD, if Abbey draws on the fucking walls again, or the TV, or the TOILET, I might just have a Crayola-induced nervous breakdown. She is so SNEAKY! When she colors, she hides crayons Gawd knows where. Then, when I'm not looking, she takes them out and HELLO PICASSO!
C'mon, Corrinne! CLEAN!
I think I the dress thing narrowed down to, like, six possibilities. I NEED HELP!
I was grinding my teeth in my sleep. Ouch.
I LOVE THE INTERNET!!!
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Saturday, July 15th, 2006
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| Time: | 3:36 pm. |
| Mood: |  scared. | | Music: | Orgy...oh the fuckin memories.... |
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What do I do with my High-speed internet?
I'll tell you.
Steve Madden pumps on EBay.
Printing coloring pages of Blue Pottying from nickjr.com.
Trying to find the perfect cocktail dress for Angela's wedding. Saints preserve me.
Does anyone know how to put in a RAM upgrade? I am SO clueless.
I think I just used an entire ink cartridge on these stupid pages.
Mom came for a visit. I ate Ruby Tuesday's and almost exploded. Chocolate Tallcake is the fucking devil.
Abbey just came in and screeched at the pages printing. Two years old and she's pre-groupie for Dora's cousin Diego. She flutters as she says, "I luuuuuuuuuuuv Diego!"
Does this terrify anyone else?
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amused.
pissed off.