Monday, December 28, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
My car was estimated at 5700 dollars and can go up to 4000 worth of damages without being totaled. So far the estimator Chris said that the damages were about 2400 dollars in repairs and that's not counting what's wrong under the hood. I have no clue what's wrong under the hood. I was talking to my friend Penny and her mechanic boyfriend said that from the sounds of it, it doesn't sound like my engine seized up or tranny quit or anything like that. He said it might be something simple and shouldn't be anymore then 600 dollars to fix. I hope he's right or else they will total the car and I'm slightly screwed. Only slightly though since I'll get the money for the car and will have a 5 day rental to get a new one.
Thankfully my policy also covers towing of the car to Rocky Mount from Zebulon. Today after fully waking up I get the delightful job of calling around for estimates and hoping that the place I decide to go with will be reputable and also do me a solid by not letting the cost of fixing the car go over 4000. My friend told me that if you explain to them that insurance is going to pay them they know that they're going to get the money and will sometimes not let the cost of fixing it go over the cost for it to be totaled since they don't get money that way and everyone wins. Let's hope so.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
I'm so pissed, not really at myself though, it really wasn't my fault. I wasn't speeding and the person in front of this chick stopped to turn into a gas station so she had to stop suddenly and that means I had to stop suddenly. It was also raining which means I hydroplaned right into her. I didn't know my car could skid two car lengths ahead of me. Took me by damn surprise.
My car took the brunt of the damage. My left headlight is now hanging by a literal thread and busted out, the hood of the car is slightly crumpled near the headlight and my fender is cracked near my licence plate. Her car? Nice sized dent in the bumper....that's fucking it!! Her damn paint wasn't even scratched and I got a left turn signal that acts all crazy! I also got a citation from the state trooper that was called into the place for "failing to decrease speed so as to avoid a collision". Which is stupid since I slammed on the damn breaks, there was literally nothing I could do but to crank the wheel so hard I threw my car into the ditch to the right of me; or put myself into incoming traffic to the left. He also made a mistake on the citation and wrote down under accident 'NO' which makes no sense. I'm not sure if I should try and fight it or not, my friend Penny thinks I should and my Grandma says I should call the insurance company and ask them.
That's the sucky thing too. I accidentally left all my insurance papers at Scott's house, now I have to wait until tomorrow to call Geico. Stupid me.
I hope everything works out ok, I mean it should, I have full coverage. Still so mad about my once beautiful car though.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Also I am really going to have to remember to take my Garmin in at nights. I don't know whether it gets over heated in the day or too cold at night, but sometimes it just conks the hell out. Scott better be so glad I memorized the way to work from Bonnies's.
Wasn't to to bad though. I got breakfast from Bojangle's out of it, so yay. Also gas prices are starting to go down around here. So happy for that. 2.65 is way to high. Bonnie is making loaded potato soup for dinner. Yum!
Speaking of food, I want to eat at this restaurant so badly one day. I think it should be one of my 43things goals. It's a Ninja themed restaurant! Apparently food is served by ninjas who also do tricks and there is a secret entrance way, it's decorated like some sort of ninja dojo or whatnot. So sweet. The only thing is that the prices are high, but it would be a really nice treat to eat there one day.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
I'm hoping it's something weird and cool and not a dating website. Not that I have anything against dating websites. But unless the dude is up for just a friendship, pen pal or swinger type friendship I have no use for them as I already have a significant other.
On an entirely unrelated note, I found a new way to get to North Carolina. If I take the 95 south exit near the Home Depot near my house in Baltimore I go through Virginia and completely bypass Washington DC on the way, which is freaking awesome. However coming through the other way, going to Baltimore that is, there is no way to avoid it. Fortunately I'm only in there for like 10 minutes.
So annoyed at the moment. I hope to Gods that K-Mart calls me back. Don't really want to work there, but I have no choice at the moment and money is money. I have begun to realize that jobs posted online with Monster or Better Greenville Jobs or Job Search or what have you, all either require a level of expertise or some sort of degree that I just don't have and therefore am not qualified for. It also doesn't help that our budgets for gas is tight and I can really only take Scott to work and back since the mooching roomie we live with keeps asking for more money from him. This means that to really look for jobs I have to drive into town, and since I've spent all my extra money I came in here with, I can't do that. I'm actually to broke to look for a job, so pathetic isn't it?
I hate not having a job.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
She lucked out like mad with him. He's such a good, content baby. He sleeps all through out the night except for one hour when he wakes up to eat. And he's pretty quiet when he's not babbling and trying to talk. He doesn't fuss or cry much. LJ is such a sweetie pie, I love feeding him. He's asleep right now in his little makeshift pillow/blanket bed on the couch where he can be with his Aunt Dead. I'm giving mommy a break. She gets to play Mario Wii and I get to feed and change the kiddo. By the way, I so want a Wii right now. This game rocks.
I just can't get enough of this baby, I love him so much. Unfortunately I'll be leaving for the two Jessica's house in a short while. Not that I don't want to hang out with them, but Mr.Chubby Cheeks to my left here is just so damn sweet. Seriously, he gives me toothaches, haha.
Today I get a second Thanksgiving dinner. It's awesome. Jessica T. is making one with all the fixings....for some reason. But I'm not complaining because she is a most excellent cook. I think this is the most hectic thing about this Thanksgiving vacation, trying to talk to and fit in visiting time with as many friends and family as possible in my 4 days here.
I'm not looking forward to Sunday. Not only because I have to leave, but I hope to hell there is no fog at all. Coming into Baltimore on I-95 with pea soup fog going 55 is not fun at all. Next time my mom tells me to wait until the next morning, I just might listen. I am glad that the oil prices are lower here. Almost 20 cents lower which is completely awesome. Much better then DC which is 2.77 per gallon. Fucking ridiculous that is.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
I finally got Agis the spider out of my room. We had a sleepover though, he spent the night in an empty soda bottle. I'd like to think he was kind of comfy since it did actually go to sleep. I thought it was dead at first, but no, Agis lived. Good for him. He now has a home in the bushes.
Miss family so much....can't wait to get home or until Scotty's off of work.
This is what he looks like (not my picture, found one from photobucket, but he's the same color, only somewhat smaller). He's pretty and cute...for a spider.
They are not harmful the internets tell me, to humans at least, so I'm trying to do the noble thing and put him in something to take him outside.....but as I said, Agis is fast, so it's somewhat hard to catch him. It's also hard to catch him off guard for that matter as he has eight eyes the little bastard. Also what doesn't help is that normally I am afraid of spiders. Like, Ron Weasley afraid of spiders and all I have to capture him in is an empty soda bottle. Well that and I accidentally almost spilled what little droplets of soda where in there on his poor little head just now.
Damn you Agis, you will not elude me all night!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
I know I'm weird and perverted but I love working at those stores. They're so laid back and fun. There's one thing I can say indefinitely about my past time spent working at Love Craft. There was never a dull day with that place.
I am living with my friend Scotty and our other roommate and her kid. I've only been here a month and I already want to move. The house is so dirty and filthy. Part of me wants to clean it up but the other part is like why bother? The kid has ODD (Obsessive Destructive Disorder) and I have been told there were efforts to clean the place before, and he had it right back to where it was in the first place within a week. Also, I don't see why I should have to spend my damn money, buying cleaning utensils to clean up someone else's mess! Yeah the roommate is disabled but she is an invalid by choice. 98 percent of it is just plain laziness. I feel sorry for her kid, he does everything for her.
Not to mention the woman is a control freak to the nth degree. Scotty is just waiting for his income taxes and then we are ditching this joint to move in with his friend Bon-Bon. Everything is so clean in her house.....and the place is so quiet and peaceful I love it. And she's so nice and agreeable! Can't wait to move....again. It is somewhat my fault I guess though. I should have gotten to know both people more, because when I first moved in the house, Scotty wasn't there. Their car had died and so Bon-Bon was taking him to work, so he had to temporarily live up there for like a month. I was stuck with the roomie for like three days by myself.
It was one of those situations where it slowly and horrifyingly dawns on you, that you do not trust nor like the person you are sitting across from. And they only reason why you never took notice in the first place is because you were friends with her roommate and only spent little time with said person alone and mainly hung out with the other roomie. So now you're sitting across from this person and you're realizing they are conniving and manipulative and creepy, controlling and lazy and you're like, oh shit, now I have to stay here.
But I'm making it work. Unfortunately since the house is gross I do not like eating there, so I'm a hungry bichon. I've been eating like one meal per day. I have been losing weight slightly, but this is not healthy so I'm actually not really happy about that. Well I am happy that I'm not gaining only because I have no money for clothing and have limited pants. But that's it, haha.
Can't wait until Wednesday, or until it's over, it's going to be such a damn long day. Bon-Bon's mooch is finally moving out of her house hopefully, but that means I'll have to stay in Rocky Mount until 1am since I'll be picking up Scotty at 12 midnight from work and driving him home. Also means I will not be returning to Baltimore until 6 or so in the am on Thanksgiving morning. But it's worth it really. I can't wait to see my family, and I know they miss me and I'm not giving up a 4 day vacay to Baltimore for the world. Besides I can't wait to freaking eat.
I hope I get this job so much, even if it's only there until I get another one. Actually I might keep both, I like working in Adult shops, it's fun to me. And entertaining. I need money. Scotty has been so nice, since we're mainly using my car for them he pays all the gas and has paid my insurance and car payment. Car insurance down here is something to yay about. MAIF cost me 195 per month, which is not too bad for a first time car owner and such. But now I switched with Geico and it went down to 157.something per month. Nice.
North Carolina is so nice though, I can defiantly get used to being here. People are so nice and it's weird going a full month without seeing any row homes. The only thing is that I'm so used to the city where places are open until 3am. Here, stores roll up about 9pm sometimes earlier and there's not too much to do. I think the nearest goth club is an hour or so away. Well actually everything is an hour away.
So to leave on a happy note, I think this is my favorite MyLifeIsAverage entry of the day:
"Today while eating lunch at a restaurant the waiter came to take our drink orders. When he asked whether I wanted a lemon or lime wedge with my water I replied, "surprise me". A few minutes later he handed me a water glass that had a slice of banana on the rim. MLIA"
I wish I could get a waiter like that. :p
Monday, November 16, 2009
There is so much to gab about now, this is why I shouldn't wait for a freaking month before updating....damn. I will gather the thoughts of my new situation and present them tomorrow. Instead today I present to the internet audience two awesome websites I found.
First is Mystery Google, which for some reason gives an error message when the link is clicked on through this blog. Run by google, obviously, you type in whatever you want and instead of giving you results for what you asked for, it gives you the results for the last search someone else put in. People also put in phone numbers and addresses for you to complete missions. I'm still waiting for my room-mates to discover the toilet paper roll I hid in the freezer so I can dress like a ninja and declare myself the ninja of toilet paper. Yes I am 23 years old, what about it?? haha.
Secondly, also gained from the above link, is Operation Beautiful, which is dedicated to ending fat talk and making girls feel better about their bodies by leaving anonymous post its with body positive sayings on them where people can find them. I think it's a novel idea and a great cause, something that I think I'm going to start doing.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Saw this on comcast.net.
I think it's the most stupid thing I've ever seen. I understand the sexual harassment charges when he massaged her shoulders because he had been previously warned. But not for repeating a joke to her that she herself and said to him. Does this woman not know that sexual harassment does in fact work both ways? Men can say they were harassed just as much as women can and it could have been her on the corporate chopping block instead of him.
In all honesty though, I'm not sure he's going to win the case because of the later shoulder massage though. That was stupid on his part.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Had to clean out the bedroom first. I seem like such a hoarder, I just have so much crap that I’ve stuck in boxes and forgotten about. It seems like every three boxes I go through, I find about one bag of trash and one bag of good will items. But I am getting rid of a lot of crap I don’t need which is good. And I’ve also found my guitar! Awesomeness!
I had completely forgotten how much crap was actually in there. I have boxes to the ceiling of it…quite literally. And I’ve almost had things fall on me about three times now. I wonder if I’ll get it all done by November. Well I mean, I have to regardless because that’s when I move. It’s just so much stuff.
Atleast I’m getting good karma out of this, because my two checks came in the mail as well two days ago! Woohoo for uncashed Sam’s Club checks!
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
So they are taking his charges to court and trying to fight them. We've already put in all our statements to their lawyer who was stricken dumb when he heard what happened. I hope that they win their case and the civil suite afterwards. I ask that everyone that reads this please think a good thought or say a little prayer our way.
I only have two cigarettes left in my pack and then back on the wagon. Yes I know I should just throw them out but, hey, money is tight and I did pay for them dammit!
On the positive side I just got a letter from the Walmart Corps. letting me know that apparently I missed two paychecks while I was working for them. At first I thought this was weird but then I remembered how damn frivolous with money I was before. I mean I had the means back then but that's not a good enough excuse. I can still be frivolous but I'm much more less so now a days. If losing 5 thou. and then getting yourself out of another thou. of debt and moving back into your Mother's house after a horrible breakup teaches you anything, it's to be careful with money.
So in about 90 days I have two huge paychecks coming my way, at the latest they should be here by the beginning of November. Which is great since I'm planning on moving towards the middle or end of it to North Carolina and I need at least 400 and some to pay for car and car insurance payments for a month in case I have trouble finding a job, the paychecks will cover me for two months and then some. Plus the money I'll be saving until then. Goodies for me.
Well, I am tired, more bloggings tomorrow!
Saturday, July 25, 2009
But going six hours without food, probably not a good idea. Especially since I've changed my eating habits and have been eating healthy and regularly. Apparently bodies don't like change. Haha. I was out smoking on my break when I came in I felt all dizzy and shaky and sick to my stomach. I think it was just the bod saying, "fucking feed me already you psycho!" But at first I thought it was from the cigarettes. Truth be told, they most likely did not help. It was enough to scare me though and I am quitting them for good!!
That's right, you heard it on this blog! Adorably Dead is quitting cigarettes for freaking good! I've said it so many times and it reminds me of a quote from Dr.Cox from Scrubs about last cigarettes " The last cigarette is better then sex, I've had thousands of them." If that's not the right one, it was something to that ilk. But I've made up my mind (how many times have I said that?), plus, I just have to think of all the money I'll be saving.
I'm so excited tonight. Jan, my superior from work, brought in a bunch of jalapenos and tomatoes from her garden. And I have the onion, salt, garlic and chili powder. I'm making salsa tonight! Woohoo! I love fresh salsa. Well, I love salsa.
And I am feeling less shaky after writing this. I think it also had to do with the fact that I've drank nothing at all today. Oy vay. Apparently I must like to feel like I'm going to lose consciousness or something. :p Stupid me.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
So I've been seeing trailers for District 9. Has a pretty cool website for the movie. At first I couldn't figure out if it was a scifi action/comedy ala Men In Black, or just scifi action. Now I'm pretty sure it's an action movie. It seems to be an allegory of some sorts to negative views on foreigners and racism (those seem to go hand in hand). I did like the fact that on the website and in the trailers they showed other foreigners views on the aliens of District 9 that were no living on earth, and it's basically exactly what some jerk ass American has probably said about them and their people at some point in time. It's not overtly cliche and proves a point, nicely done.
Even though it's an action movie, the trailers make it seem sad to me. There are these aliens that land here, and I'm going to assume they crash land here, because if I could be anywhere right now; it would not be on this hot ass planet! I'm thinking Hoth, I would fucking love to be on Hoth right now. Anywho, apparently they have something and our government wants it and now they can't go home which is really all they want to do.
I don't blame them, they probably come from some great, awesome planet where the men and women are served by either topless or bottomless drink servers of their choice of gender and they lounge by a pool where it's neither too sunny nor too cloudy drinking mojitos all day long. And then they land on this crap hole planet where it's so goddamn hot all freaking summer long!
Oh Gods...I want to see this movie, it looks interesting...I think I'm going to see if I can shove myself into our freezer. Goodnight.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
I'm making Hobo Soup, the easiest soup I've ever made or heard of in my life. We made it in Girl Scouts before and I've decided to make it for the kids and well, everyone living in the house. My sister has taken to calling it Homo Soup because I flub up my words.
At Girl scouts when we have this we tell the girls to bring in a can of something, but it has to be water based. Like canned vegetables and canned soup and you just put it all together and heat it up. It tastes awesome. Not that you really need a recipe but what would a 'SYTYCC:Kitchen Inept' Post be without one? So here's how I made mine.
Once again, sorry for no pictures; not that you need pictures of soup, but oh well.
I think all in all I used about 4 cans of Vegetable Soup with beef broth and 3-4 of Chicken Noodle Soup, with the correct amount of water thrown in afterwords. I also used a can of Select's Caramelized French Onion Soup. Then I added lots of vegetables: Half a head of Cabbage, Couple of Stalks of Celery, Tinned Tomatoes, Green Beans, Corn, Brown Rice, Lentil Beans, Carrot Slices and Peas. The soup started to be more vegetables then broth so I added a bit more water, like two cans worth. And then there was too much in there so I couldn't add the other thing, Potatoes.
My sister said it tasted awesome at that point, not too salty and not too watery. I just didn't see it as quite done though so I added: Basil, Oregano, Black Pepper and what all Baltimoreans love and can't live without; about 3 tablespoons of Old Bay. And surprisingly enough I felt no need to put any garlic in it. It kind of reminds me slightly of Maryland crab soup right now, only because of the old bay in it though. I swear that's what that soup is though, just vegetable soup, add crabs and old bay and there you go....OK well there's some other stuff too, but that's the gist of it anyways.
I think when people start eating it and it goes down some, I'll add the last two cans of soup I have and then add some potatoes...possibly the rest of the rice and beans too.
So there you have it, quick and easy and awesome. Wow..this turned out to be a huge post. Kudos if you got down this far!
As a last bit of an aside; my sister has gotten me thinking about making something called Homo Soup. I'm thinking something creamy and slightly 'decadent' and....pink!!! Let you know what I come up with....and if it's edible.
Monday, July 20, 2009
I've wanted to go to that festival for so long now. I mean, free beehive hairdos! Who could pass that up! Besides it's awesome and kitschy, it's what Baltimore's about.
But now it's Otakon! It makes me feel slightly bored and lonely. It's really sad when a ride to the bank and then to pay a car payment and then to 7-11 is viewed as 'refreshing'. Then again I was with my siblings and they're hilarious, if annoyingly so at some times.
I have a slight headache. I had to deal with my brother Eric and my sister meowing at other cars. But it was hilarious, especially when they did it to a bicycler.
I'm so mad at my scanner. It's not working for some reason and I'm going to have to get my sister to fiddle with it for me. I was going to do a blog post of many pictures since I finally got my two cameras fixed, but, looks like it's a no go...for now. I cannot wait until I have enough money one day to get a digicam. And I mean a good one, not some crappy one like last time.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
I'm just glad he didn't decide to go into the army, I do not want him to go to Iraq.
Any who, it's a really good paying job and if he decides to go back to college they pay for it. He's going to go to boot camp for two months. I'm going to miss him so much. I think it's a good thing though, he'll get to travel and get paid well.
The only thing I'm afraid of is this. My grandma and me were talking about his decision and she looked at me and said, "He's going to change a lot."
I hope he doesn't change too much!
Edit: Completely off topic, but found out from burp and slurp's blog that this blog is having a give away for all the little foodies and wannabe foodies out there. Check them both out.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
So here is the recipe in case anyone is interested:
1 pkg. ground turkey
1/4 c. bread crumbs
1/3 c. milk
1 small onion chopped
1/2 tsp thyme (I used sage, we have no thyme)
2 tbsp. ketchup
I also chucked in a tablespoon or two of that Heinz 52 stuff that you can add to burgers. Of course after you mix everything and mush it all up together, put it in a pan and form it into a loaf. I was very proud of myself for forming it correctly in the pan (hey, I don't get to cook that often.) and proceeded to enthusiastically shove said raw meat, egg and other things mixture under my mother's nose exclaiming, "Look what I did!"
3 tbsp.brown sugar (♪how come you taste so gooood!♪)
1/4 c. ketchup
1/4 tsp. nutmeg
1 tsp. dry mustard
And then you mix that all together. I did not have dry mustard so I just added a tablespoon or two of actual yellow mustard. And then it was really sweet so I added a couple of shakes of soy sauce to the mix. Like I said it still wound up being a tad too sweet after that, but I'm not sure what else I could have added.
Bake at 350 degrees, the directions said for 40 minutes but as I looked at the loaf that was still oozing blood into the pan my mother said to put it in for another 40 minutes or so, apparently then was not the time for the glaze. Then add glaze, bake for 10 minutes more.
It came out so good, so happy! I actually think the glaze would be really good on a kebab, thinly brushed over it and then grilled.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
I was halfway through my burger when I noticed. Oy vay. I wound up slicing them in half horizontally and cooking them again, kind of burnt the cheese but it wasn't to bad.
In all honesty I'm blaming all the neat food blogs I've been reading. I've been trying to get more into cooking anyways and these blogs make everything look so damn easy and awesome. I get so jealous and then start to think I might be a better cook then I really am. I knew I should have followed a recipe.
My mom said that I had the heat up to high. I could have sworn I had it as low as I could. Then again our stove is really decrepit and no matter what level you have it on there's this huge flame on one side, always. It's like it's protecting the food....from being cooked. Just went to stir the macaroni and cheese and now I'm pretty sure I have 3rd degree burns on my wrist.
Tonight I tackle turkey meatloaf. I promise I will goad my sister into taking pictures with the camera phone. If it turns out well, I shall post recipe....if I burn the house down don't expect anything.
Good thing is that everyone agrees that the dove is most likely fine, it was in mid flight and I was slowing down to avoid it. I didn't hit it's wings, just the lower part of it's body and it continued flying. It didn't...fall out of the air, so I'm pretty sure that it's fine...I hope.
Then about two hours later I got off for a half hour to take my brother to his new school for his football practice try out thing (which he was mistaken about), and on the way back to take him home I almost run over this tiny sparrow near the stop sign. My brother found this hilarious and asked me if that made two today now and I'm behind the wheel going 'Will nothing end my unholy animal killing rampage!?'.
Worked on the fourth as well. I hate working in the part of the building that's surrounded by trees and other buildings and is at the bottom of hills and such. I didn't see one damn firework...oh but I heard them dammit! My brother was so cute, he said if we had enough tape he was going to record the fireworks for me. He didn't get to but it's still really cute, haha.
I absolutely cannot wait until Thursday. I need money so badly. Poor gas tank's on it's last leg.
On the plus side, I did get to hang out with my friend A-kun yesterday and got shown a really neat park I didn't know was near me. I would love to go back and fish and hike one day. Apparently I need a license.
And speaking of mourning doves....like half a page ago...I found this on youtube. Be warned it does kind of drag on, it's five minutes, but I think it's neat to see the little dove babies grow up. They're so cute and fuzzy! Also the music is really peaceful, I'll admit myself I stopped watching halfway and just let the music play. Apparently doves like to build crappy looking nests in odd places. Who knew.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Me and the sis went to Trader Joe's. The most excellent store I've ever been to. Besides the usual crap I get there I got pink lady apples which remind me of a hybrid of red delicious and granny smith, and honey flavored Greek yogurt. I see a lot of people using Greek yogurt in things and stuff like that and have never tasted it before until today. And holy crap! It was so freaking good I'm mad I didn't buy more. It's a lot thicker and creamier then regular yogurt and a lot more freaking awesome.
I also took the time to teach and talk to my sister about healthy eating and what's good some of the times and what's good a lot of the times to eat. She's a pretty quick learner and now knows what a serving size is. I never really intended to go this far with teaching her healthy eating, but she and I had a serious discussion the night before. She scares me sometimes with her obsession to be thinner. She always puts herself down for 'being fat' which actually isn't true. She's chubby yes, but that's because if I don't buy actual food, all we eat in this house is pizza and burgers and fries and hot dogs and junk. I hate the fact that my mom makes stuff like that a lot, it's not fair to my siblings to be eating so unhealthy, but I don't always have money to put out.
So when she was talking about being teased at school and how she hates the food here and how her father had talked about buying her a gym membership (she's 12) I decided we needed to talk. So we did. We talked about health and nutrition and how she doesn't need to diet, our family just needs to stop buying junk food. She is a very active girl involved in cheer leading and softball and such. I expressed my concerns to her about how she's always putting herself down and shouldn't do that. I even opened up to her about how I tried throwing up and starving myself when I was around her age to lose weight. I didn't really intend to open up to her that much, I was never diagnosed with and eating disorder, over eating always won no matter how hard I tried so I finally gave up. But I did. I told her the story about how I almost blacked out walking to the board in class to do a math problem because it was my fourth day not eating and how embarrassed I was when I had to go to the nurse and she forced me to eat lunch in her office while she monitored. About how shaming it was that I wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom until 15 minutes after I ate and when I did she listened at the door to make sure I was only peeing. I told her about the disgusting things I used to do like chew and spit and then if I gave in and swallowed a little of what I was chewing I would smack myself in the face or repeatedly punch myself in the stomach as punishment.
Of course as horrifying as that sounds, I injected humor into it, I didn't want to worry or scare her to much especially since I do not do those things anymore. I also was somewhat choosy in what I told her as nobody in my family knows but her, I did not touch on everything like my later addiction to self harm; I didn't see the need at the time. But I just wanted to get through to her so that she would understand how horrible the things I did to myself was and why I was so worried about her. I don't want my sister to grow up with the pain I grew up with. I want her to grow up differently, stronger with a better self esteem then I did. I want to give her a sense of inner strength so that when her brothers or the bullies at school, or our mom in a fit of anger or spite, picks on her for her weight it will not effect her as much as it did me. She will get through it better than I did.
I'm glad that she showed some shock and disgust at what I did. I know she's smarter than me and won't do that. But sometimes I still worry because I remember how I was treated by my parents and family growing up and how I'm still treated by them, especially my mom. She was always a huge factor in it. I want my sister to be smart enough that this time around...she will not listen to it and will be happier for it.
Hmm....this really gets me in the mood for writing now. I think I'll try my hand at some slam poetry on this topic, which is of course for another post. Sorry if this one was somewhat rambling. I didn't write it on paper ahead of time so I could fix and edit it. It was somewhat stream of consciousness.
Friday, June 26, 2009
I'm not one of his biggest fans, nor have I really been that much affected by his fame like so many people have been. I'm just shocked actually that he's actually dead; more so on the way he died. To me he has always seemed like a tragic figure. He never had a childhood, was abused and his dad was a piece of crap. He had butt loads of money trouble in later years and had to deal with a society that did not seem to understand him and of course being a celebrity, the media that can turn on you on a dime. We're also not even going to touch on all the court cases.
It just seems to me like he's never been able to get a break, except for with his true fans. I've always felt so much sympathy for him.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
On the flip side however everyone I know is having babies and finding out they're pregnant. I'm feeling very left out. Even though I know I don't want to have any for a while, still; almost feel like I want to be part of the Mommy Club like...now.
*le sigh* I seriously am to young though, in my opinion anyway. And to poor, to irresponsible and to much of a partier right now. Not giving that up anytime soon. So no babies. In the meantime I'll spoil my siblings.
Cannot wait for tomorrow, grocery shopping time! And I get to do it so that means no more junk food in the house unless they buy it themselves. Woohoo!!
Monday, June 22, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Then you break up and you wonder why you never see them anymore.
It's just so weird. When I was with my girlfriend (now ex obviously) I always wondered the exact same thing. When we went places I normally frequented I would sometimes be shocked only to have her go, "I come here all the time." or something of that ilk. Now I haven't seen her in about a year and a half. Not that I particularly want to...except on those days when I'm looking particularly super fine and just kind of want to rub it in her face should I ever see her.
No I'm not bitter, just evil. But it's still kind of weird. Especially how sometimes I can't help but look for her. No, also, I'm not regretting not being with her, just trying to prove my own point.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
And has an awesome music video:
Friday, June 12, 2009
Apparently the only way to get her lower back to pop is if she arches her back by sticking her butt in the air and I press on the curve of her spine. It works, it just looks odd.
We were alone on the night shift last Saturday and my back started hurting. She cracked my back, so consequentially I cracked hers and have one of my shoes off because I was stepping on her in her white dress. (nothing like a footprint on a new dress to piss off a friendship). Both of us forget that Lorriane, our senior operator was coming in soon. She goes to arch her back and I reply, "I think it's so funny how your ass just pops up like that after I get done the top of your back."
Or really that's what I wanted to say, I stopped at the word "that" and look up and there she is standing in the doorway with an amused look on her face that just yelps "What did I walk in on?" Me and Kait can't stop laughing. There we are, I have one shoe off and one on and standing over her and her butt's in the air and since I'm about to crack her lower back it totally looks like I'm about to grab her ass. Nice one.
We're both amused at the thought that some of the office probably thinks we have either way to close of a friendship or some weirdo lesbian relationship that we consummate on our Saturday shifts when nobody else is around. And I know that the fact that I have a tendency to blurt things out without worrying about the way they sound or if they're too much information types of things does not help matters. Oh well, at least work is never boring with us. Which is great because work is boring.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Outside my window...it is dark and quiet and there are these loud white trucks with a yellow light on their top rolling by. I'm suspecting they are spraying for mosquitoes since a cloud of whatever follows them.
I am thinking... right now, of creative or avant garde ways to make my world a better place and spread peace.
I am thankful for... my siblings even if I don't always show it. I loves them.
From the kitchen... There are left over meatballs and sadly not enough salad.
I am wearing... My black, beat up shirt with the pink skull on it and baby blue pajama pants.
I am creating... a short story which will later be posted on here.
I am going... to go insane. My friend's forgot to call me again today and I'm starting to seriously think I am contracting cabin fever on my days off of work.
I am reading.... 'Farewell to Manzanar' which is a true story of a Japanese-American's family's experiences during and after the World War II internment. Well actually I start reading it tomorrow. Just got done 'The Mermaid Chair.' Awesome read.
I am hoping... to find a second job quickly.
I am hearing... the drone of the computer and air conditioner combining while watching street musicians on youtube play jazz.
Around the house... everything is quiet because every one's asleep. :D
One of my favorite things is... driving to new places....which I can't do. *pouts*
Monday, June 8, 2009
I think we have one junior joining our cadet troop next year, I'm not sure, I know one of the cadets is joining our senior troop. And we lost a scout. Our Hanny girl has bridged out and is going to college next year. We will miss her badly, and she better visit us! I got to read the badges off that each girl earned this year for our troop. And good Lords and Ladies! I accidentally let out a low whistle when I went to read Hanny girls' badges. She earned like 20 of them, plus her bridge to adult pin.
The pot luck was excellent. I got to talk to Kait who came back to see her sisters get their badges. Poor thing had her jaw wired shut and had to sip tomato soup out of a straw. She asked me how my solid food was, haha! I still can't remember why she had surgery on her jaw, I think it was lock jaw, but I can't remember how she got it. If she wasn't talking directly to me, sometimes she was hard to understand.
We're having a summer camping trip and bringing the girls together again next Friday at my friend's grandma's house. She has this huge backyard with a sheep pen and we're going to sleep in actual tents this time. I hope I remember how to set one up.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Game starts on June 8th. Go here to find out more about it and about participating. And you also get a cute logo to put on your page. Although I think I'm going to have to ask her to actually e-mail me the code or something. I had to put the pic in photobucket to get the code for it. >_<;
Thursday, June 4, 2009
I know grandma forgave him, or else she would never have let him in her house. But I can't seem to make myself care that this man is lying in a hospital bed in pain somewhere. I cannot care nor bring myself to be there for my worried family. I actively hope that he dies and cannot bring myself past apathy. I wish my grandma were still alive so I could talk to her. I don't know if grandma ever told mom what he did to her so I can't talk to her about it. Plus I think it would upset her.
I try so hard to at least pity him....but I can't. I feel kind of bad for feeling this way, and especially for actively hoping that he dies. But I just can't stop and forgive him.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Last Monday the 25th I drove to Betterton Beach in the middle of the night. I never noticed how quiet a beach can be.
There must have been something, even subconsciously on my mind, because I could totally hear the waves saying Calm down.....Calm down.....Calm down.... each time they broke over the shore.
I am kind of getting screwed over in hours at my work, so I'm having to budget each and every paycheck so that I have enough money for car insurance and car payments and to save so I can move to North Carolina at the end of November. Yesterday I had enough money to go onto one more fuck it drive. So I decided to make it a good one and actually do something. I decided to go back to Betterton at night and do a ritual.
It has been a while since I did any rituals or spells. So I packed my bottle of Merlot and a glass and corkscrew and took 20 bucks and drove. When I got there all my anxieties and worries went away with the waves sound. I made sacred space and sacrificed a glass of Merlot to the roman God of the sea Neptune. It was there I looked out to the water and wished for health, prosperity and safety for myself, friends and family.
Then when the ritual was done I sat on a bench near the boardwalk and drank a glass to Him. I had to laugh because as quiet and lonely as the beach was, for a while I got scared because I kept hearing a squeaking noise. Then I figured out it was the little mice (or possibly cute sounding rats) under the walk and in the sand dunes.
On my way down there I was somewhat annoyed that I hadn't changed clothes into something, I admit more stereotypical, to get myself in the mood, haha (Nothing like a black dress or something bohemian looking to set the mood.). But when I got there it didn't matter to me much anymore. There I was, in my old, black, ripped shirt with a pink skull on it and my only clean pair of pants that day. My yellow pajama bottoms with daisies on them in the sand communing with the Gods, nature and myself. And it seemed so perfect that looking back I'm glad I didn't change it.
It was so peaceful there and that peace followed me home. I think my money situation will be ok as long as I stay smart and budget correctly and pick up extra hours. I'm glad I took one last drive.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
I love comedy. It's a large thing in my life. Comedy Central is my favorite station, comedy is my ice breaker, the comics I'm working on are actually comedic and not dramatic or anything like that and it's my defense mechanism.
It's kind of to have defense mechanisms, especially when you do nothing but joke and giggle about completely inappropriate shit, but I can't help it. It's gotten me through life intact.
Besides being a graphic novelist, doing stand up is one of my biggest dreams in life. I love to make people laugh, especially to the point where they're crying. That's my favorite kind of laughter. That side-aching, uncontrollable laughter where you can hardly breathe and you don't care that you're snort-giggling. The kind of bent over laughter where you have completely lost all sense of shame and you don't care what you sound like or what others think of you.
But I can never seem to get myself to go up on stage. I think it stems from my experience in my high school talent show. I had worked for about two weeks on a set with help from my theater arts teacher. I got on stage and completely killed. Because of the lights I couldn't see their faces But I could hear their laughter and it made me so proud and happy to know that it was me eliciting this response.
When I got off stage to take my seat, I was still getting applause and kudos by the people there until I sat down. For about a week people I didn't even know were coming up to me in the hallway to tell me how funny I was.
Now I know you're wondering. How could that discourage someone from trying to do stand up?
About three nights after the talent show I was watching stand up by Kevin James. His performance 'Sweat The Small Stuff'. He got to his piece about waiting in line to order food and that's when i realized that his exact piece and even his actions mirrored the one I did on stage. I had accidentally stolen his material! I was so embarrassed that I started crying right there in my room.
I felt so guilty and so ashamed. I started to wonder if any of my other jokes had been gleaned from anywhere else, or was that bit just an accidental fluke? I am a Kevin James fan and hey, shit happens.
But now I find that when I've come up with a set I like and am ready to take to some amateur night, I begin to doubt and fret. Are these jokes truly original? Are they good enough? What if I bomb? And then instead of manning up, I don't go.
I've been thinking though, and there have been at least two or three separate occasions where I have made a joke about something; a week later I'll be watching a new episode of a show or a new (emphasis on that word there.) special on Comedy Central that a comic is doing and there will be my joke. I'm starting to wonder if some jokes are kind of just cluster fucks to see who is ballsy enough to tell them, or who can get to them first.
Maybe I should just do the exact opposite of Kevin's special and not sweat the small stuff. Besides if I don't try I can't improve, and I'll never learn or know.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Second site is Modern Day Pioneers who has this 'A Little Me' thing going on. Seems that the author of the blog has made tons of crafts with no place to keep them, so if you go there and e-mail her with your name and address she will send you one and list your site on hers. I can't wait for mine, I wonder what it will be.
I am in love with this tea I bought from North East, this weird village over the Hatem Bridge (I'm starting to think that anyplace worth going is over the Hatem Bridge.). It has a couple of really neat shops with a great small town feel. One of the stores is this place that sells loose leaf teas and coffees, pasta, ready to make soups and bread mixes and all kinds of neat things. I bought this tea called Cherry Moon Tea made by the Eastern Shore Tea Co. You can buy it online here. It's a great mix of green tea, cherry flavors and some orange as well. I'm starting to really like tea without sugar, I'm finding that the sugar covers up the actual flavor of the tea to me. It also comes with a reusable tea bag, a little drawstring pouch made of cheese cloth. Such a neat and Eco friendly idea.
Speaking of Eco friendly, has anyone seen the commercial for those stupid prunes that are individually wrapped? Prunes being in their own wrapper is actually part of the marketing ploy it seems. Why not just stick them in a box and call it done.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
My sister was saying something about taking him to a groomers but he's a short haired dog and who has that kind of money now a days? Also I think it's a little bit pathetic to sedate a dog every single time he needs a bath. Then again I don't like seeing him get so scared he's choking himself with his collar in an attempt to get away either.
What's weird is I also don't remember him having a bad time with baths when he was a little puppy. He loved them. Maybe next time we should try the bathtub thing again, only this time I'm going to see what exactly the siblings are doing to get him clean. They could be doing something that freaks him out.
I am so happy today. I'm bringing my bento box to work. And I've tried my hand at a little beginners bento art. Nothing big or fancy, but my hot dog now resembles two little octopus. For anyone confused a bento box is a Japanese lunch box. I need to start bringing my lunch to work more often and disregarding the take out. Just so not healthy. I am also intrigued by bento art. It's so neat! I want to get better so I can make all the weird things I've seen like the rice balls made to look like pandas and such. I also need a digicam as I've said before. But this is the bento I have.
Yeah, I should probably turn in my goth card after buying this, but I just couldn't resist it.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Then I got home and read this article in The Sun. http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/education/bal-md.expulsions19may19,0,2683888.story
The Baltimore public school system is now getting to the point where they are enforcing zero tolerance and making expulsions for things like arson and violent behavior and such, forever. As in do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars; you're out of the game and out of the school dearies.
I for one am standing behind the schools on this one. For a while now Baltimore's schools and their children have been going back and forth and playing the 'Who's Got The Bigger Dick?' game. A majority of the time it seems the kids win. Kudos to the schools for growing an inch or two and learning how to play the game. It also seems to be working for them with cases of arson in city schools being halved compared to how many there were last year.
Maybe the kids that attend Baltimore's schools will now see how serious the consequences to their actions are and think before they potentially throw their education down the drain.
Of course the parents are up in arms about their kid not receiving an education. Many don't think it's fair to permanently expel a kid. But is it fair to have a kid that has violent tendencies ruining somebody else's education by causing fights in the classroom; or assaulting teachers. Even the stress of being violently bullied by someone can affect how they learn. Why should they have to suffer because somebody wants to act like an idiot. Also, why should your moron child be given a second chance to do the same thing? The 16 year old subject of the paper's article lit a poster and a trashcan on fire with his friend to get out of school. He potentially put people in danger....to get out of school.
If you want to get out of school that damn badly, fake being sick, or just walk out when no one's looking. Trust me, it's not that damn hard. He completely deserves this expulsion. It's time for Baltimore to stop giving slaps on the wrists and start handing out boots to the asses for arson and violent offenses.
Our schools seemed to have stumbled upon a good idea. I hope they stick with it to give the children that actually want to be in schools a chance to learn there safely.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Opened them up to eat them today and found my hands getting oddly oily, then saw this weird white stuff making the pieces stick to each other. Figured out that said white stuff was fat. Apparently they sweat fat when they're hot? I don't know, I just know it felt and looked like little globules of fat making my pieces stick together and my hands oily. So gross.
Hmmm....forgot what else I was going to blog about....oh well, I'll figure it out.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
For instance, last Thursday I got into a screaming fight with my mom that started about factors. Yes, as in the math problem random person reading my blog entry who is also a very mathematically inclined thinker. She kicked me out for the night....or really she told me to leave and then made no move to actually kick me out and I left in a huff.
Pissed off I drove to my Aunt's house all the way in Galena and spent the night there while my younger cousin laughed at me because I am an idiot that got kicked out for fighting about factors. The next day I spend time with my cousin and then visit my grandma and everything is going fine, I even get some roses to give to my mom. Then I get near the Hatem Bridge which is now closed off. I stop at the Royal Farms and fill up my tank, get directions to I-95 (retrospect: always get double opinions on directions and be specific with questions.), call my mom to ask which exit to get off of on said 95.
And here's where the fun starts. I leave at 9:30 don't get back home to Baltimore until 2am. The woman I asked was correct, the road she showed me did indeed go to 95. However, it also conjoined at some point with 495 which is the Delaware Turnpike. I pay the 4 dollar toll fee and am now trying to ward off panic as I try to remember just where did I get off of here last time. Then I do remember...that I was in a car with friends and their Tom Tom, so we weren't really worried about paying attention. Apparently 495 diverges at some point with 95 south to Baltimore going left and north going right. I accidentally get off on the right side hoping for another exit for south along the way. Halfway through driving through Philadelphia panic finally sets in....on a bridge in the middle of a turn going 65 miles per hour trying to keep pace with traffic but not speed because I left my wallet at home with all my i.d. and all because a little bug spotted a sign saying something about a tunnel and 95 ending in so many miles.
I have a Greyhound on my ass and am now crying hysterically because I don't want to go through a tunnel and leave 95, have no clue where I am and am driving one handed because I can't stop chewing on my other hand's thumb (plus note: I'm really good at driving one handed apparently.). That's right, Adorably's Magical Lost Tour 2009, crying hysterically in a car next to you soon!
I am now entering New Jersey (just in case you needed a little picture inside your head, Chestertown is about 75 miles from Baltimore give or take whichever direction you're coming from. New Jersey is 150.) and my tank is almost half gone, 95 is going to end apparently in so many less miles then it said it would when I was driving through Philly. I'm fed up and just said fuck it and started looking for some sort of exit where I could find help. Finally! I see a south exit for a 24 hour Exxon station. At least I'm going to be headed in the right direction when I ask for directions. As soon as I get off that exit, what lays right before me? Another exit for south 95.
Fuck Exxon, I'm taking the damn exit and this tank better last me.
I get back to the Delaware toll and pay yet another 4 dollars and am told I am on the right way to Baltimore. About a mile down the road I see a sign that lists Baltimore as 67 miles away. I am so tired and worn out by this time I literally look at myself in the mirror and say out loud "Better get comfy, it looks like we're in for a long ride." and then crank my radio as high as it will go.
Now I say I am proud of myself because, yes I got lost like the blond ditz I am, but I got home by myself relying on no one but myself. For someone that gets confused by written directions and sometimes takes wrong turns even with a friends Tom Tom, this is a very major accomplishment for me.
And the moral of the story is kiddies: Never leave home without your wallet and fucking pay attention.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Just thought this article was funny. I understand what they're trying to do and for the other drugs like Lipitor for people with high cholesterol....or low? I can't remember, any who, for people that need that drug this is great; but offering free Viagra to jobless people? Do they really need a chance at getting pregnant (because nothing except abstinence is 100 percent and condoms have broken before.) when there is no money coming in?
Then again, if you can't work.....might as well do something else before depression kicks in, haha!
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
I was watching the Dane Cook special Rough Around The Edges and my nine year old brother sits next to me. One minute into watching he turns to me and just goes, "I just don't get why he's funny.", then turns the TV to King of the Hill.
I love my little buddy so much sometimes.
Today her and my Step dad were discussing whether or not to bury this little statue of St.Joseph (I think) on the property of our house in Jarrettsville that they're trying to sell. I asked why and was told that apparently doing that will entice buyers to look at the house and for it to sell quickly.
I had to fight the urge to just jump up and yell 'Witchcraft! You're doing witchcraft!' But of course since it's with the Christian pantheon it's different...I don't know why.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Easiest recipe you'll ever hear and our girls love the crap.
In a big pot melt a cup of peanut butter, a bag of butterscotch chips and half a bag of chocolate chips. Melt it till it's all nice and gooey then remove from heat and add a whole box of chex cereal. Stir until it's all coated evenly and let it cool, then add the other half of bag chocolate chips and freeze or refrigerate.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
I don't know, maybe if we make some Mud Crunch they'll all shut up, haha. (If you're wondering what that is, a recipe will follow sometime later).
Don't get me wrong, they're not a bad troop at all. They're very good, if opinionated girls. But if current annoyed attitudes and rainy weathers persist, this may not be the most fun camping trip. We're sleeping in yurts this time. As long as it's not open air platform tents I'm fine. Found many wolf spiders in the first one we tried to sleep in. And of course we can't kill them because "we're out in nature and we have to respect it."
I hope it stops raining soon, or else they're going to have to do all their stuff inside....so here's to sunshine and no cabin fever!
Also yesterday...or maybe it was this morning, Dom DeLuise died at age 75. Totally sucks, he was awesome and a great actor. At least he went in his sleep though. I'm not sure how I'd like to die, but sleeping is one of my top picks. I just realized that's a very weird thought. But we will all die one day, I'm just saying if I had to pick how to do it, I think in my sleep, surrounded by loved ones is definitely how I would like to go.
This just reminded me I've been meaning for a year or more to buy one of his cookbooks. How can you not like a cookbook with the title 'Eat this- It will make you feel better!'?
Rest in peace Mr.DeLuise.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
I think Zombie and Transylbearian Woods are now my new favorite songs. Apparently Count Smokula has also been around for a few. ..the rock I live under is very comfterable.
Here is his music video for 'Zombie' from Youtube. Something this campy and cheesy can't possibly be bad.
(Is it just me or does anyone else have problems getting youtube videos to embed on thier blogs?)
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Oy vay, there has been so much drama here. I swear I have to get out of Baltimore. Alright, I have to get skedaddling. Not quite sure why I just blogged a paragraph instead of waiting until I can write more tonight but.....oh well.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
We wound up on main street. It was so pretty, it reminded me of Ellicott City with all it's shops still somewhat lit with pretty lights even really late at night when they were closed. It also reminded me of Chestertown as in it seemed kind of small. We saw a live bait vending machine in front of a store that sold fishing rods. So very cool, really need to get that camera. Although since the bait is in there and it's a vending machine, I have to wonder how fresh and live it really is.
Went back home around 2:30 and almost lost my shit after I thought a cop was trying to pull me over for speeding but he was going after someone else ( ok seriously, it's almost 3am and nobody was out on 40 but us and I'm a good driver....who cares if I do a 80 in a 55?). I slowed down though after he left.
I'm going to have to visit the Isles one day in the day light though. It looked really nice. Had a little cafe down there and some antique shop. Was very cute.
I love driving. It's the best time waster and so good to cool off if you're pissed. I always wind up playing those stupid car games that you only play by yourself that you make up on the spot.....so maybe it's a good thing I drive alone a good bit, haha. Yesterday I was going down a back road to get to 40 and there was no one there and out of nowhere there's a car up ahead in front of me. I'm like, this is weird, guess I just caught up to him because I was going five over the limit. Ten seconds later out of nowhere I'm thinking 'I'm officially chasing this car.'
Now I'm driving slightly faster to catch up with him, this is a car chase after all and I get sad when we get to the light because now the car chase is over I have to go home....but lo and behold who merges in front of me and goes the same way I am? Oh yeah....the chase was not over! Well it wouldn't have been had he not then gotten into the other lane on 40, that and he drove really slow too, so no wonder I caught up to him.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Just saw this while ticking around on youtube which won't let me embed it for some reason.
Gods, does anyone remember when John Mayer wasn't a douche? Seriously he even looks like one now a days.
Look at that crap. Who in their right minds would actually let this dude touch one of their daughters? Dammit America, we should be ashamed as hell we didn't try and break this shit up before Johnnifer Mayerston dragged it out into a yay long drama show.
And speaking of asshole Johns apparently Jon from Jon and Kate Plus 8 is dicking around on his wife or something to that ilk. They should definitely work that into their show somehow, I would definitely watch that stuff then. Especially if they got divorced over it, then they could rename the show Jon and Kate Dividing 8. Oh hell yeah.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
I have just realized that I do not remember a damn thing about the story The Little Prince even though I've read it dozens of times as a kid. I do remember that I did not 'get it' when I was a kid and kept getting confused. I really need to find this book now and read it.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
The everything aches, I can't eat, must stay warm always sick.
My friend's stupid cat bit me....I think it's because she's a bitch. I've never actually been bit by a cat before. When I have, my cat's always nipped me because I'm annoying her. This cat tried to take out a chunk to feed her babies with. I've never seen a cat bite gush blood before. Very scary looking.
I would have just waited for it to heal and done nothing but the cat's an ex stray, never got it's shots and friends of mine have continually gotten on me about possible rabies and such like that.
So because Patient First can't help me and told me to go to the ER in case I needed a rabies vaccination, I had to go to the ER with my three day old, healing nicely cat bite and my crazy friends Mr.C and TJ.
After repeating at least 5 times what happened and why exactly I felt the need to take it to the ER. I was then told that apparently you don't need to worry about cats or the rats they kill for rabies as much as you do dogs and bats. Nice way to feel stupid. Then for some reason I had to wait like twenty minutes while someone told me I had to get a Tetanus shot....and then forgot about me.
Did you know that the side effect of a Tetanus shot is a low grade fever sometimes? .....I hate cats and doctors...I think they're all in cahoots together.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Went to Baltimore's version of a 'crybaby bridge'. I know every place has one, just like every place seems to have a goat man or what not or some weirdo, perverted cretin of the night that likes to scare the shit out of teens getting it on in cars.
The place that we went to is on Jericho Rd. past Putty Hill for anyone interested in checking it out. Even if you're not going for the ghost aspect of it, it's apparently ripe with history. http://www.jerusalemmill.org/index.htm
Any who we go and there were two teens in a car in front of us going the same way. I figured that they were going to stop on the bridge but apparently they just drove right on over it. We actually stopped on the bridge on the first ride over. My friend whose name I cannot spell (he shall now be referred to as Mr.C), actually has the balls to get out of the car while I try turning the lights off. The place was creepy and he was going to try and talk to the spirit(s?) there but we noticed that the first car had stopped only a little ways away and figured they needed to come back the other way. As he's shutting the door we all hear this sound like someone is gasping for air, like a heavy breath. I'm already like fuck this.
I put the lights back on and drive through and then all thoughts of things that go bump in the night are driven from my mind as we play the dumbest fucking game of 'red light-green light' with the two teenagers in front of us.
As I'm pulling up behind them they apparently decide to make a three point turn in little three foot intervals. Do you know how annoying and long it is to do that?
Driving back the other way, we stop a little ways off out of courtesy because we didn't know if they wanted to actually stop on the bridge. We were all seriously hoping that they would because we wanted to go out to meet them but, sadly no.
The second time around all three of us, including the sleeping bastard TJ decide to get out. From the first time we stepped out I felt like there was panic. It was really creepy, I felt upset and like I needed help and to make matters creepier we kept hearing these breaths like someone was gasping for air.
We all thought this was enough and piled in the car. TJ actually felt so bad he started to get a headache...or maybe he just wanted to go back to sleep, I don't know. I didn't actually know the story of the bridge, I assumed some dinkus got pregnant and threw her baby off the bridge like all the other versions of the story. So me and Mr.C were talking about our experience and I told him that it felt like a kid was in danger but not necessarily a baby being thrown over. But it felt like I was trapped and needed help.
Mr.C told me that the actual story of the bridge was that a child was in the back of a covered hay wagon and somehow the wagon got caught on fire. The father noticed and stopped in the middle of the bridge and tried to save his kid but couldn't and the kid was burnt crispier the KFC chicken.
Could explain the gasps we heard. I'm thinking smoke inhalation?
But that's just our experience. We really want to go back and I really want a digicam before we do.
I don't usually beg for comments but I would love the hear anyone else's experiences with the bridge, or maybe you just have a weird ghostly story that happened to you. They're always fun to listen to.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
This little beauty is on www.fmylife.com, wonderful new website my friend introduced me to. Has so much good schadenfreude on it. Always makes me feel good when I feel crappy. That and any gossip mag really. I may have bad hair days and crappy clothing sometimes, but at least no one writes about it in a magazine.