lost in transition

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Student Housing

Throughout my entire college career the closest thing I have lived in that was a house (aside from my parents that is) was my sorority house. Now I've moved into a duplex within walking distance of Bell's on Grand River, and when we apply ourselves, any bar downtown we want. The PB is is my absolute favorite- duh.

Heres a little more about this duplex. Its just me and the boy and its a big 3 bedroom. We have a junk room which is the one pustairs to the right, my computer room is across from that and the bathroom is in the middle. Our roon is half underground, which is weird b/c not only does it stay very dark with the shades drawn, but its also a good 10 degrees cooler than the rest of the place. The other bathroom is down there too. We've decided only a few things suck about licing here. No matter which bathroom you use, you have to walk up and down stairs, theres just no way around it. Also we park behind the building so it would be neat for bringing stuff inside from the cars if we had a back door, but we do not. Which really, as I think about that I can see why if there was a backdoor you would hit your head on the bathtub as you fell into the lowest level- although that would be hilarious to watch its probably not too practical.

The old tennants were big fans of cable, but not of paying their cable bill. 3 days ago the Comcast people came and just our "free" cable off b/c the other kids owed them upwards of $250.

This is lame nattering, I apologize, I think im hungry so thats not helping. So I'm going to go find food, adjust the rabbit ears on the tv and catch the end of the news.

Sunday, May 07, 2006

Low sugar intake?

Try these to sweeten up. The point of this post is to bombard you with cuteness, and to ask anyone who takes photographs of animals, how do you gat a good shot without having the subject's eyes turn green or red?




So again, if you have any photography tips, please let me know. Heads up, I'm not working with a digital damera either, I use disposables, or, shortly a regular old school SLR.

Tonight I had a Good Hair Night

Lovely evening this evening. I never mentioned the rash I've been battling for the past two weeks on here. Yes it was better, but now i need lotion, the prescription kind. Which I have. I'll go to rite-aid tomorrow and get my steroid prescription filled so this will go away.

Word to the wise- don't take limictal. It will make you break out in an AWFUL rash, a rash whose only saving grace is that you have the opportunity to tell boys who are hitting on you about it.

No, its not contagious.

Still hitting my head against the wall about living at home, waiting for Monday for everything-- Job, School, Life...

Saturday, May 06, 2006

Exersizing the past

I was down stairs tonight after having my self-confidence beaten down to about a half inch by my father, and after losing interest in weight lifting and sit ups, I found my old appointment books (wow that was a bad sentence). I looked at the ones from the first half of my senior year, WoW. Becca I miss ya-- I was half hoping there was a hit of something chillin in all those rave flyers. There wasn't. Luckily my insanity has been temporarily relaxed by my own forthought and the ability to go out tomorrow night and get lit.

I decided to used my senior year appt. book that is roxy brand again. Maybe I could go back to being that organized and excited! I bet I would only need regular organizer inserts to fill it. I was crazy then, but I liked it! Talk to me in 6 years and I'm sure summer 2006 will be the time of my life. OH GOD.

I also want a SWBBADD reunion at my cottage-- the girls, gossip, booze and chilling, that is so what I need. So if you're reading this ladies, let me know whem you will be in Michigan this summer!!! Otherwise its a Chi-town break for me!!

And insanity slowly but securely sets in...

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Tiara Girls post script

I just looked back at everything I have written, and not deleted, for my blog. I'm going to go have a shot or two and go to bed. When will I stop being naive and trusting with boys. I have to remember how good and sorry colin has been since the begining of feb. I guess his shit hit me deeper than I'd ever admit. However, I do need to take into consideration his kindness and boyfriendly-ness since then. I'm still wary and I wonder if I should be. I was so fucking oblivious, and that was not supposed to happen, not after all the other times. FUCK. Well, its love right now.

Tiara Girls

Last night I couldn't fall asleep. Nothing new in that area, but this time, instead of watching yet another day in history that changed America forever on the H channel, I decided to slip down and join the lowest common denomonator. I watched MTV. It was, after all, my right to do so this week, my dad came out well but wounded from surgery, and I didn't see him for a week. Did I mention I managed to contract something similar enough to the mumps to be quarentined in my house and puffed up in the face like a blow fish for a fucking week? Well I was, and today I found out it was not the mumps (rightly so, how would I get that in 2006?), but rather a nasty reaction to a medicine I will NEVER take again (on account of the lovely freak rash), and some yet to be identified ailment... dr's are looking to mono now, I'm looking to its all bullshit and I'm just fine let me out of my house before I kill you motherfuckers goddamnit!
However, the Tiara girls, they don't seem to be as superficial as those spoiled girl-sluts on the 16th birthday party show, these young ladies look normal. Actually they look abnormally normal. They are very driven and cute with their southern drawls, and their chubby physiques. Very cute brain candy. And, beauty pagents were always stigmatized in my youth, what with Jon Benet and all... (Her daddy was an Oke town grad-- Home town pride right there! Freak Show!!!) All in all, a rewarding indulgence.

Did I mention my quarentine? Three people, two ailing, and one freaking out, all residing in a 3 bed. 2.5 bath house in Cornell Woods. Madness is well on its way to taking over. Completely.

I do have my history channel (god do I love organized crime, the study of, though not in life, hitler and his machinery, and judas. Damn Judas were you just bad or was there some good in there? I know the answer. I've watched your history channel show at least 3 times) and I was also accompanied by a very hypocondrical(that iss most likely not a word......yet) boyfriend today and over the past few days. I'm impressed when a young man is faced with the very image of immune system revolt, and will still hang out in the same room with me and even tell me I'm pretty (a blatant lie, when the person you've been sleeping with for 3 years is puffed up and red as a tomato-- no one can feel that way, but it was sweet none the less {keep in mind this was all spoken in my direction from at least 3 feet away..}).

Needless to say, I'm waiting on all of my "mumps purchases" (2 hoodies (one serious deal for new york soul), 1 pair of very smart jeans, 1 pair of bermuda shorts to piss everyone off, a tube top, and a pair of very "it" reef flip flops). I can blame the fever and rash for my irrational purchasing problem. After all, you have to set down the ice packs you had plastered on the sides of your burning face some time, and what better way to occupy them than making irrational purchases on your parents credit card b/c your father gave you the green light, (never mind all that pain medication he's taking that they say might be hindering his judgement and memory...)

I'll just keep putting the blame on someone/thing else..............

Its alright though. Why, you ask? Well easy, I seem to have just about secured a job at Victoria's Secret. Yes, that means I will be wearing very nice underthings, and I'll be top shelf in the mall, and that my lapse of judgement regarding alcohol, big macs and an ouil were worth it-- yes those elements combined to make my chest today. Once nonexistent, now, reasonable. I'm hoping for the same expansion to happen again, only this time from fruit and not fast food. Lets all cross our fingers for a D cup. (Bet you didn't know I was a C now you dirty dirty mother fucker) *Spank* ~~that did hurt in a good way, didn't it?~~

Before you judge let me get the job. My fingers are crossed, yours should be also.

So should I put a link to this on myspace? I dont know if i want to cross my aim/blogging life with my "online community" life. Input would be very much apreciated. And the spell check isn't working so if I fucked up my spelling and it bothered you, well let that chew a cavernous pit in your obviously bored soul.

Please enjoy your day and fuck off or on, if you feel so compelled. (FUCKING ROUGH WEEK!)

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Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Update and Presidential trivia

Dad is having lung surgery some time in the next 4 days, business week days that is. So, by Tuesday. 5-8 days in the hospital, then 3-8 week recovery.

Here's something to chew on:
A. Lincoln and J.F. Kennedy
Life
Both presidents had 7 letters in their last name.
Both were over 6' feet tall.
Both men studied law.
Both seemed to have lazy eye muscles, which would sometimes cause one to deviate.
Both suffered from genetic diseases. It is suspected that Lincoln had Marfan's disease, and Kennedy suffered from Addison's disease.
Both served in the military. Lincoln was a scout captain in the Black Hawk War, and Kennedy served as a navy lieutenant in World War II.
Both were boat captains. Lincoln was a skipper for the Talisman, a Mississippi River boat, and Kennedy was skipper of the PT 109.
Both had no fear of their mortality and disdained bodyguards.
Both often stated how easy it would be to shoot the president. Lincoln supposedly said, "If somebody wants to take my life, there is nothing I can do to prevent it." Kennedy supposedly said "If somebody wants to shoot me from a window with a rifle, nobody can stop it." Note that both these quotes are each 16 words long.

Death
Both presidents were shot in the head, on a Friday.
Both were seated beside their wives when shot. Neither Mrs. Lincoln nor Mrs. Kennedy was injured. Both wives held the bullet-torn heads of their husbands.
In each case, the man was injured but not fatally. Major Henry Rathbone was slashed by a knife, and Governor John Connolly was shot.
Lincoln sat in Box 7 at Ford's Theatre. Kennedy rode in car 7 in the Dallas motorcade.
Lincoln was shot at Ford's Theatre. Kennedy was shot in a Ford product, a Lincoln limousine.
Mrs. Kennedy insisted that her husband's funeral mirror Lincoln's as closely as possible.

Assassins
Both assassins used three names: John Wilkes Booth and Lee Harvey Oswald. (It should be noted that Lee Harvey Oswald was known as just Lee Oswald prior to the assassination.)
There are 15 letters in each assassin's name.
Both assassins struck when in their mid-twenties. Booth was born in 1838, and Oswald was born in 1939.
Each assassin lacked a strong father figure in his life. Booth's father died when he was 13 years old, and Oswald's father died before he was born.
Each assassin had two brothers whose careers he coveted. Booth's two brothers were more successful actors and Oswald envied his brothers' military lives.
Both assassins were privates in the military. Booth was a private in the Virginia Militia, and Oswald was a private in the Marine Corps.
Both assassins were born in the south.
Both assassins were known sympathizers to enemies of the United States. Booth supported the Confederacy and Oswald was a Marxist.
Both assassins often used aliases. Booth frequently used "J. Wilkes" and Oswald used the name "Alek J. Hidell."
Booth shot Lincoln at a theatre and was cornered in a warehouse. Oswald shot Kennedy from a warehouse and was cornered in a theatre.
Each assassin was detained by an officer named Baker. Lt. Luther B. Baker was leader of the cavalry patrol which trapped Booth at Garrett's Barn. Officer Marion L. Baker, a Dallas motorcycle patrolman, briefly detained Oswald on the second floor of the School Book Depository until he learned that he worked there.
Both assassins were killed with a single shot from a Colt revolver.
Both assassins were shot in a blaze of light-Booth after the barn was set afire, and Oswald in the form of television cameras.

Family and Friends
Both presidents were named after their grandfathers.
Both were born second children.
Both married while in their thirties. Lincoln married at 33 and Kennedy married at 36.
Both married dark-haired, twenty-four-year-old women.
Both wives died around the age of 64. Mary Todd Lincoln died in 1882 at age 63 years and 215 days, and Jackie Kennedy died in 1994 at age 64 years 295 days.
Both wives were known for their high fashion in clothes.
Both wives renovated the White House after many years of neglect.
Each couple had four children, two of whom died before becoming a teen.
Each couple lost a son while in the White House. Willie Lincoln died at age 12 in 1862, and Kennedy's son Patrick died two days after his birth in 1963.

Politics
Both presidents were elected to the House of Representatives in '46.
Both were runners-up for the party's nomination for vice-president in '56.
Both were elected to the presidency in '60.

Vice-Presidents
Southern Democrats named Johnson succeeded both Lincoln and Kennedy (Andrew Johnson and Lyndon Baines Johnson.
Andrew Johnson was born in 1808, and Lyndon Johnson was born in 1908.
There are six letters in each Johnson's first name.
Both Johnsons served in the military. Andrew was a brigadier general in the Civil War and Lyndon was a commander in the U.S. Navy during WW2.
Both Johnsons were former southern senators.
Both Johnsons had urethral stones, the only presidents to have them.
Both Johnsons chose not to run for reelection in '68.

Friday, April 14, 2006

Self-indulgent tripe

I drank wine with my parents all night and made them watch the documentaries on the History Channel. Throughout the course of the educational programing i spewed off random and often amusing historical and presidential trivia. I think it took my Dad's mind off of the next three months hurting alot.

On Thursday Colin took me to a baseball game with some of his friends. It was really fun. I, of course ran into some people from HS but I'm at the point where that doesn't really bother me anymore. Its inevitable around here.

After the game got a little too soggy for our liking we headed to Stobers. That was a great deal of fun also, although the end is pretty cloudy. I do remember the fog cleared when we (I know, neither of us smoke, like ever.) fogged up. Apparently there are some amusing pictures, which I vaguely remember taking and seeing.

I hadn't smoked since France with Angela and our random new friends who were very enamored with the possibilities of American girls. I got a little freaked out that time though and we went back to angela's and ate a whole box of good old American Kraft Mac and Cheese. Never tasted to good, and the moment we stepped into the kitchen, my paranoia was promptly replaced by anticipation. Everytime I eat mac and cheese from the box i think of that night. In any case I found out something very relieving to me, I was not annoyed by anyone there, and usually guys in general annoy me if im stoned and they are. Pleasant surprise to find out I'm just as happy with Colin whether or not im high low or somewhere in between.

Self medicating? Nope, this is all free will over here, although some Kraft might fix up my blue box blues...


Post Script: CPD just tole me Angela will be in Chi-town in early May. I too will be there, I hope Colin and I can go and visit everybody, like we tried to do last time. Although he is working now so maybe I'll just take the train and use my brand new for my bday weekender suitcase!

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Fantastic day. Yes sure why not, why not now.
1. Yesterday I found out my Dad does indeed have a cancerous growth in his lung. Funny though, it doesnt make me want to stop smoking, I just want to smoke and shop. He never smoked a day in his life and was extra healthy and damn near a saint, and look what happened: he'll be short half a lung for the rest of his life. I'm just hoping they can do the scopic kind of surgery and not the 2 months to recover break open your ribs kind. I'm scared and mad.

2. On the note of egotistical self indulgant bastards who stand you up for a sorority hayride and take your college virginity*: Glad the commitment issue went away. Nice to see you gained a little weight, and I especially appreciate the excerpt in your blog that pertains to me: Tomorrow I'm going to start writing a parody of the Vagina Monologuescalled the Penis Dialogues. I've been to the Vaginal version twice; both timeson dates because I wanted the girls to think I was tuned into the feministmystique and all that. Of course the pussy was out of the bag by the end ofthe show because I could never restrain myself from poking fun no matter howbad I wanted the girls to think I didn't mind if they had an Amazonian pubicregion. Plus Michigan State's theatre department is deplorable at best; theybutcher everything they perform. I personally knew half the cast of themonologues to be stupid whores with no sense of self-worth; so you've got thathypocrisy going on. But regardless of who acts in it; it's still gonna beboring. The Penis Dialogues won't be boring I'll tell you that much.
Fuckface. I hope it was the other girl who was all amazonian b/c I've been shaved since before college and you fucking know it- after all you commented on it. I hate it when people take artistic liscence, if I'm part of the subject. When it's you, the truth should be told, not glorified for your "writing" (which sucks by the way get over it) purposes..

3. The Truth: not ready to get into it.

*College Virginity: The first "relationship" (or so you thought b/c you were 18 and he was 23) sex you had in college. Not like the random sex you may or may not have had in high school.

Post-script- I am glad I am in love, especially because I'm in love with someone who surprises me every day, and is supportive no matter what. Usually in a good way...