I'll list this blogs in bullet-form, since I don't have a whole lot of time to write this (x-mas shopping with my mother-in-law to be, plus house cleaning ( Read more... )

I just wrote my first "real" essay for college, and it's been a long ass time since I've written anything remotely academic in formal paper format. It's kind of relieving in a sense, because I don't have to think about the realities of life, my life in particular. I describe it best as an escape, as well as something to keep me from going bonkers ( Read more... )

So, basically, Bridge School was awesome. It started when Anna picked me up at 9-ish Saturday morning. I saw the nipple peircings, then we took our rounds to safeway and the quikie mart by Daniel's parent's house to aquire delicious crap, and then off to my momma's house. There, we parked, hopped out of Anna's car, and jumped into my mommas' car ( Read more... )

That's right. In approximately 12 hours, me and my hetero life mate for life, that's Anna, will be heading out to San Jose and the Shoreline Amphitheatre to go to the Bridgeschool benefit, along with my mommas, who were gracious enough to buy us the tickets. Oh yeah. Trent Reznor, Brian Wilson, Pearl Jam, and of course, Neil Young. There are some ( Read more... )

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Okay.

Certain people should just leave the tattooing experience alone altogether, and never get one.

"Why?" you ask.

Well, certain really stupid people get really stupid tattoos. This annoys me to no end.

ExamplesForemost ( Read more... )

I really feel as though I'm about to shoot someone. I need relax time, and time away from any sort of moving, and I need to not be bothered with an issue that I've gone over 50 billion times, and I need to not hear rude fucking comments over the issue that I've gone over 50 billions times.

I wish I could have a drink right about..... now.

I was parousing the myspace, looking at people's pictures and such. And I saw a photograph. The photo was of a girl standing in front of what was obviously a memorial wall of those who had fallen in battle. Names listed with their ranks, ages, and hometowns. The picture itself wasn't the issue; it was the comments listed below the obviously ( Read more... )

Okay, I don't remember my dreams very often, and the ones I do remember are just really weird and surreal, or they're premonitions, really really horrible premonitions (like the one where I saw a kitten die by being smashed into the wall, and then the next morning one of the kittens I adopted [separate from the two kitty boo boos I have now] died ( Read more... )

So, yesterday was pretty much spent moving stuff into me and Daniel's new apartment. Well, he and his momdid most of it, but that was because I was at work until 4. It looks really nice. Now all we need is the rest of my stuff from my mom's house and furnitutre for the living room. We're getting the coffee table and end table from my mom on ( Read more... )