Good Lord I hate border patrol. Today was the family Christmas party in River Canard, which is about 20 minutes outside of Windsor.
I woke up early enough and made myself some tofu noodles with soy sauce and molasses which were super yumm. Anyway, I talked to Alex on the phone forever which was aces. I went and got gasoline and gatorade before heading across the border.
So, my car is super mess and I have like... 6 or so stolen McCain lawn signs in there. I told the guy at customs what was in the back, clothes, shoes, stolen McCain lawn signs, and he thought I meant like... jacked street signs and told me he could get me arrested. He scared the shit out of me for like... 3 minutes just talking about that and then clarified exactly what kind of signs they were. He was like, oh... well that's childish but fine. Go ahead to your family party. I was like, HOLYFUCKINGSHIT.
Anyway, family party was good. Marty is a TOTAL brat and a half. The first thing he says when I walk in is, "you look weird." I was like, "durrr... i AM weird." Uncle Joe was there, which was way cool. I miss him. Since he got divorced from Aunt Renee, he never comes around anymore so it was aces seeing him. Anyway, we did the white elephant thing and I ended up with some decidedly non-vegan candy... oops. Oh well. I ate it anyway. No use wasting excellent Toblerone and Worther's.
Anyway, I went home and on the way through the border, got asked if I had been arrested or did drugs at least 3 times each. I was like, no. Seriously. But yeah... fun times. I got some fries at Maccas because they're so epic. When I got home I interneted for a while before talking to Alex for the first time in FOREVER. I miss him!!! Anyway, a little ways into the conversation, he asked if I was really pregnant.
WHHAAAAATTT?!?!!?!!? Um... no. I'm not.
Anyway, apparently Mrs. Smith didn't get that the preggo ness was a halloween costume. So she told her husband, Greg, Alex, and a bunch of other people. AWKWARD. Anyway, I cleared that up fast.
I'm hanging out with my friend Brendan tomorrow and then he's taking me to get my lip pierced. YEE!!! I'll post pictures. But first we're gonna make OUTTTT. Yay! I'll have a new answer to put on surveys besides, Libby, as the last person I kissed. Hahaha.
Yeah. Awkward day.
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Monday, December 29, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
After The Eulogy
This morning Mum and I went to Aunt Pat's funeral. In my humble opinion, funerals are the worst thing on earth... just short of silverfish, getting blood drawn, and seeing people throw up.
When my mum was in nursing school, Pat was her roommate, and then they started dating and had grand drinking adventures, such as bringing a full body resuscitation anne dressed in the school uniform to the bar with them and then getting caught while sneaking it back in. My parents were at the conception of Pat's son, Jesse. A bit awkward I guess. But apparently they decided to have a party to artificially inseminate Kris, so my cousin was conceived surrounded by lesbians.
I was born in Seattle, and when we moved to Michigan when I was two weeks old, we lived at Pat and Kris' house. We had Canadian Thanksgiving at their house, went over every Christmas to exchange presents, had birthday parties together, and sometimes went over for dinner just for fun while I was growing up. Pat and Kris were basically second parents and my mum is one of Jesse's many godmothers.
Until today, I hadn't seen any of them for about five years. Last time I saw Aunt Pat, I never thought it would be the last time I would ever see her in my life. I can't stand the fact that I'm never going to see her again. I'll never get to hug her, and I will never hear her laugh again, and Aunt Pat was ALWAYS laughing; her laugh stands out among all my other memories of her. I missed her before she died, words pale in comparison to my current feelings. I kind of just expected her to walk in laughing at the funeral, just for fun, it's really hard to believe that she's gone.
My mother discovered my "Imperio" tattoo at the funeral which was slightly comical. I was adjusting my bracelets and she glanced down and asked, "What's that?" Thinking she was talking about one of my new bracelets which has a scorpion encased in glow in the dark resin, I said, "A scorpion." She grabbed my hand, turned it over and stared at my wrist for a minute. Oh. That. She didn't ask, just sort of shook her head.
There was a reception sort of thing back at their house. The food was epic. I walked in and wondered aloud if there was anything I could eat, and at least five people started pointing out things that were vegan. I was like, how did you know? It was a little crazy. Afterward, I stood around with mum while she talked to a bunch of people about how my mother's brain is deteriorating. Pleasant. I just love thinking about it, especially after a funeral. When my parents die, I probably wont go to the funerals. I don't think I could stand it.
I came home and danced around my room naked to Rihanna's "Disturbia" I seriously love that song.
When my mum was in nursing school, Pat was her roommate, and then they started dating and had grand drinking adventures, such as bringing a full body resuscitation anne dressed in the school uniform to the bar with them and then getting caught while sneaking it back in. My parents were at the conception of Pat's son, Jesse. A bit awkward I guess. But apparently they decided to have a party to artificially inseminate Kris, so my cousin was conceived surrounded by lesbians.
I was born in Seattle, and when we moved to Michigan when I was two weeks old, we lived at Pat and Kris' house. We had Canadian Thanksgiving at their house, went over every Christmas to exchange presents, had birthday parties together, and sometimes went over for dinner just for fun while I was growing up. Pat and Kris were basically second parents and my mum is one of Jesse's many godmothers.
Until today, I hadn't seen any of them for about five years. Last time I saw Aunt Pat, I never thought it would be the last time I would ever see her in my life. I can't stand the fact that I'm never going to see her again. I'll never get to hug her, and I will never hear her laugh again, and Aunt Pat was ALWAYS laughing; her laugh stands out among all my other memories of her. I missed her before she died, words pale in comparison to my current feelings. I kind of just expected her to walk in laughing at the funeral, just for fun, it's really hard to believe that she's gone.
My mother discovered my "Imperio" tattoo at the funeral which was slightly comical. I was adjusting my bracelets and she glanced down and asked, "What's that?" Thinking she was talking about one of my new bracelets which has a scorpion encased in glow in the dark resin, I said, "A scorpion." She grabbed my hand, turned it over and stared at my wrist for a minute. Oh. That. She didn't ask, just sort of shook her head.
There was a reception sort of thing back at their house. The food was epic. I walked in and wondered aloud if there was anything I could eat, and at least five people started pointing out things that were vegan. I was like, how did you know? It was a little crazy. Afterward, I stood around with mum while she talked to a bunch of people about how my mother's brain is deteriorating. Pleasant. I just love thinking about it, especially after a funeral. When my parents die, I probably wont go to the funerals. I don't think I could stand it.
I came home and danced around my room naked to Rihanna's "Disturbia" I seriously love that song.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
And Then They Took My Blood Type
I slept in way late yet I'm still tired super early. Maybe I have mono haha. I don't fucking know. Anyway christmas was ace. There was nothing vegan to eat and I have come to the conclusion that I really don't enjoy cousin Lyle's presence, but he doesn't seem to enjoy my sarcastic nature, so whatever. I wish I were home. Oh well. Anyway, I dipped out of festivities at current time seven pm to quickly blog and then go to sleep.
This was the worst Christmas of my life.
This was the worst Christmas of my life.
Baby I'm Your Man
So today I had too super weird dreams, both involving death and one involving schizophrenic juggalos on public transportatin. Wtf is wrong with my head is indeed a mystery, especially to me.
Anywho, when I finally got my ass off the couch where I currently sleep, I took a shower, and, for the first time in at least 9 months, I did my hair up. Of course I've had a mohican/mohawk/whatever for nearly a year but this is only the second time I've ever bothered to put it up. The first time my hair was nearly too long so I decided I wouldn't bother and then it went away for a while but now its back so I figure why the hecks not? My grandmother hates it.
Awkward Uncle Dave came tonight we had an excellent time with camera phones at dinner. Uncle Dave and I hve come to the conclusion that Shanye (Told) looks almost exactly like a young Lyle. This is probably why I don't find him remotely attractive, if I did, that would probably be way awkward and a half because not only is Lyle married with two children, he is also my cousin. Ick.
Anyway David and I decided to go out and get eggnog and such. Or, as I apparently like to call it while playing word games, eegnog. Fun times. Anyway, I convinced him to buy a whole bunch of other stuff since I guess my mother didn't warn him that I'm tricksy like that. Veganog is a billion times yummier than actual eggnog which is apparently supposed to be ingested with alcohol. Growing up with two rather straight-edge parents, I was unnaware of this custom. Talking of which, I always sort of think about becomming straight-edge again, but I really don't see the point as I hate being drunk, so I don't do that anyway and my lungs don't let me smoke weed all that often, but I would kind of miss all the terribly amusing things I say when I'm high. Such as, "if I die, don't tell my mother." I'm a weirdo, but I love it.
Anyway, my mother and uncle and I pissed off the grands who decided to go to bed early. My grandma is ace. She's half way between a bitch and a comedian and I never know when she is actually serious. I'm in stitches whenever she's around. My (step) grandfather is from England so he's adorrably British. He used to be devistatingly handsome but now he's just old and has parkinsons, so he's just kind of endearingly steriotypical. My actual grandfather died before I was born, but from what I hear he was kind of an assbag, so I'm not all that dissappointed about never having met him. My mum's dad was aces enough anyway, although he was a little wonky at the end due to alzheimers.
A game of scrabble at which everyone cheated was played and I got away with the most epic of word combos. Ive and ven just by putting a random v down somewhere. I'm amazed that I got away with such bullshit.
Anyway, happy Christmas.
Anywho, when I finally got my ass off the couch where I currently sleep, I took a shower, and, for the first time in at least 9 months, I did my hair up. Of course I've had a mohican/mohawk/whatever for nearly a year but this is only the second time I've ever bothered to put it up. The first time my hair was nearly too long so I decided I wouldn't bother and then it went away for a while but now its back so I figure why the hecks not? My grandmother hates it.
Awkward Uncle Dave came tonight we had an excellent time with camera phones at dinner. Uncle Dave and I hve come to the conclusion that Shanye (Told) looks almost exactly like a young Lyle. This is probably why I don't find him remotely attractive, if I did, that would probably be way awkward and a half because not only is Lyle married with two children, he is also my cousin. Ick.
Anyway David and I decided to go out and get eggnog and such. Or, as I apparently like to call it while playing word games, eegnog. Fun times. Anyway, I convinced him to buy a whole bunch of other stuff since I guess my mother didn't warn him that I'm tricksy like that. Veganog is a billion times yummier than actual eggnog which is apparently supposed to be ingested with alcohol. Growing up with two rather straight-edge parents, I was unnaware of this custom. Talking of which, I always sort of think about becomming straight-edge again, but I really don't see the point as I hate being drunk, so I don't do that anyway and my lungs don't let me smoke weed all that often, but I would kind of miss all the terribly amusing things I say when I'm high. Such as, "if I die, don't tell my mother." I'm a weirdo, but I love it.
Anyway, my mother and uncle and I pissed off the grands who decided to go to bed early. My grandma is ace. She's half way between a bitch and a comedian and I never know when she is actually serious. I'm in stitches whenever she's around. My (step) grandfather is from England so he's adorrably British. He used to be devistatingly handsome but now he's just old and has parkinsons, so he's just kind of endearingly steriotypical. My actual grandfather died before I was born, but from what I hear he was kind of an assbag, so I'm not all that dissappointed about never having met him. My mum's dad was aces enough anyway, although he was a little wonky at the end due to alzheimers.
A game of scrabble at which everyone cheated was played and I got away with the most epic of word combos. Ive and ven just by putting a random v down somewhere. I'm amazed that I got away with such bullshit.
Anyway, happy Christmas.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Her Name Is Noel; She Rings My Bell
Today I woke up super early for me and promptly fell back to sleep. My mother bribed me into going to breakfast with a promise of hair gel. We went to a cafe with the grands and I had the most epic tofu scramble ever. It had avacado and tomatoes in it; I'll be wanting more tomorrow.
After breakfast, my mother and I walked to Long's to get hairshit. I literally ran into my uncle and cousin while strolling around looking at the floor which was super awkward. After we were done shopping, we went outside to wait to be picked up by my grandma. While we were out waiting, some 40 year old loser who hated life decided to give me hair advice. He was like, "You should grow out the back blah, blah, blah and wear your 'hawk like that." I ignored him and he kept talking loudly at me while locking his bike up. He clearly didn't understand that his advice was unwelcome.
Any normal person would get the clue to STFU, but this freak didn't seem to get it. Oh well. Anyway, he basically said that I should wear it in a mullhawk, "hey 90's I miss you! come back!" ...Lying. Please don't. I hate it when people refer to a mohawk as a "hawk" just like I hate it when people call tattoos "tats". It sounds retarded and besides, it's a hairstyle and tribe of indigenous peoples; not a bird. I personally prefer to do it up English and call it a mohican. The man's loud suggestions honestly made me laugh my ass off. I suppose this was rude, but so was he.
On his way into the store, finally, he goes, "Believe it or not, I used to call myself gutter punk. I still wear the colours." As soon as the doors closed behind him my mother turns to me and completely deadpan, says, "He used to be gutter punk. Aren't you impressed?" I literally collapsed on the ground laughing. I really did almost pee. My mother is hilarious; and I was highly un-impressed. On his way back out of the shop, he decided to address my mother. "Mom, don't worry, this phase she's in will pass. I dropped out of it after about ten years." As if my mother was remotely ashamed of me. And there is no "phase" that I'm in. I enjoy having unique hair is all. I don't label myself anything as I neither believe in labels nor think I fit under any that exist. Clearly he hated his life and was jealous that I was so comfortable. I suppose he thought I was trying to rebel. I was just a bit of a rebel when I was 17 since I wasn't allowed to do certain things. Being 18 I just do whatever I want and am allowed to anyway, so it's no rebellion. How sad and pathetic this man was.
He took it just a step too far though when he was riding away, calling back, "Lay off the drugs." How fucking dare anyone make assumptions like that about me based on my hair. Just because I'm relaxed and comfortable about myself does not at all mean that I'm on drugs since I'm not angry at the world like he probably was. I mean, yeah, I do hate quite a few people, but that's because as a whole, I think people are stupid, and I'm kind of a genius. Not my fault. I shouted back, "I'm straight-edge, thanks!" Which really isn't true, but it's better than saying, "I rarely smoke pot and I drink responsibly!" besides, I was wearing a shirt that said, "Kiss me. I don't smoke." Durr... fucking hate morons.
After that lovely incident, an excellent woman talked to me about my awesome hair, asked if I was in cosmetology school, which I'm going to be, and said, "Don't worry; I'll run him over when I leave." I gave her a hug. Grandma took my mother and I to a vegan bakery which was aces high. I got short bread and cupcakes, then we picked up my cousin. I watched Home Alone 3 which is the funniest Christmas movie ever.
Sorry! is decidedly my least favourite game in the universe. It sucks and a half.
After breakfast, my mother and I walked to Long's to get hairshit. I literally ran into my uncle and cousin while strolling around looking at the floor which was super awkward. After we were done shopping, we went outside to wait to be picked up by my grandma. While we were out waiting, some 40 year old loser who hated life decided to give me hair advice. He was like, "You should grow out the back blah, blah, blah and wear your 'hawk like that." I ignored him and he kept talking loudly at me while locking his bike up. He clearly didn't understand that his advice was unwelcome.
Any normal person would get the clue to STFU, but this freak didn't seem to get it. Oh well. Anyway, he basically said that I should wear it in a mullhawk, "hey 90's I miss you! come back!" ...Lying. Please don't. I hate it when people refer to a mohawk as a "hawk" just like I hate it when people call tattoos "tats". It sounds retarded and besides, it's a hairstyle and tribe of indigenous peoples; not a bird. I personally prefer to do it up English and call it a mohican. The man's loud suggestions honestly made me laugh my ass off. I suppose this was rude, but so was he.
On his way into the store, finally, he goes, "Believe it or not, I used to call myself gutter punk. I still wear the colours." As soon as the doors closed behind him my mother turns to me and completely deadpan, says, "He used to be gutter punk. Aren't you impressed?" I literally collapsed on the ground laughing. I really did almost pee. My mother is hilarious; and I was highly un-impressed. On his way back out of the shop, he decided to address my mother. "Mom, don't worry, this phase she's in will pass. I dropped out of it after about ten years." As if my mother was remotely ashamed of me. And there is no "phase" that I'm in. I enjoy having unique hair is all. I don't label myself anything as I neither believe in labels nor think I fit under any that exist. Clearly he hated his life and was jealous that I was so comfortable. I suppose he thought I was trying to rebel. I was just a bit of a rebel when I was 17 since I wasn't allowed to do certain things. Being 18 I just do whatever I want and am allowed to anyway, so it's no rebellion. How sad and pathetic this man was.
He took it just a step too far though when he was riding away, calling back, "Lay off the drugs." How fucking dare anyone make assumptions like that about me based on my hair. Just because I'm relaxed and comfortable about myself does not at all mean that I'm on drugs since I'm not angry at the world like he probably was. I mean, yeah, I do hate quite a few people, but that's because as a whole, I think people are stupid, and I'm kind of a genius. Not my fault. I shouted back, "I'm straight-edge, thanks!" Which really isn't true, but it's better than saying, "I rarely smoke pot and I drink responsibly!" besides, I was wearing a shirt that said, "Kiss me. I don't smoke." Durr... fucking hate morons.
After that lovely incident, an excellent woman talked to me about my awesome hair, asked if I was in cosmetology school, which I'm going to be, and said, "Don't worry; I'll run him over when I leave." I gave her a hug. Grandma took my mother and I to a vegan bakery which was aces high. I got short bread and cupcakes, then we picked up my cousin. I watched Home Alone 3 which is the funniest Christmas movie ever.
Sorry! is decidedly my least favourite game in the universe. It sucks and a half.
Whenever I Want You, All I Have To Do Is Dream
So this morning I woke up at a decent hour and got dressed in a flash and ran out to the car and we drove up to Boulder Creek to get our nails done. Mine are dark blue with sparkles; pretty ace.
Anyway, on the way back, I decided I wanted my hair done. We had Mexican for lunch, well, I had chips. Then we went to the redwood forrest for a little bit and didn't walk around since it was too cold, but I climbed up on this huge sign and my mom took my picture on it.
We got back into town and stopped off at the local cosmetology school to see if I could get my hair done. I could! This hot metal chick named Grace did my hair. She had some ace tattoos, including a huge elaborate spade right over her throat. She said she had gotten some Johnny Thunders lyrics on her ribs and that hurt so badly that everything else is a walk in the park. I don't care. I still want Psalm 23 down the right side of my ribcage and something else on the other side as well.
I guess I've decided to fuck it all, because I've got my hawk back. Haha... I can't seem to stay away from it. I love it though. The whole process took three hours! First she shaved it back into a hawk because it was uneven and the sides had gotten long. Anyway, we bleached it all out, died the top red, coon-tailed the fringe red and black, and then put black zebra stripes on the sides. It's aces high and a half. Pictures coming later. Anyway, my online buddy Kate came in while I was looking super dorky with foil all in my face so we finally got to meet which was totally stellar. She was great.
Anyway, I hung out at home on facebook for a bit before discovering that my sort-of aunt Pat died yesterday morning. I was horrified because it was totally unexpected, I'm basically half a world away right now, and she really helped raise me. She and my mum were roommates in nursing school before they started dating and then they were best friends after that. But we haven't been as close in recent years, but when my "cousin" Jesse and I were young, we always went over there Christmas afternoon. I'm really going to miss her. She was always a lot of fun when we did see each other. Mum and I are going to the funeral since I'll be back by then.
I made some fierce bread pudding while talking on the phone to my awkward uncle Dave. He's so great. I haven't talked to him in forever, but we really get each other and when I'm home, I'll be calling him a lot I think since it's free as we both have Verizon, besides, he's really a laugh. He's a guitar player/computer programer and a total paranoid pessimist. I love him. Anyway, he's coming for Christmas which should be really great. I'm excited!
I'm totally jet lagged still, which I'm pretty stoked about because I'd rather not adjust to this time zone, thank you very much. I'll be sleeping now.
Anyway, on the way back, I decided I wanted my hair done. We had Mexican for lunch, well, I had chips. Then we went to the redwood forrest for a little bit and didn't walk around since it was too cold, but I climbed up on this huge sign and my mom took my picture on it.
We got back into town and stopped off at the local cosmetology school to see if I could get my hair done. I could! This hot metal chick named Grace did my hair. She had some ace tattoos, including a huge elaborate spade right over her throat. She said she had gotten some Johnny Thunders lyrics on her ribs and that hurt so badly that everything else is a walk in the park. I don't care. I still want Psalm 23 down the right side of my ribcage and something else on the other side as well.
I guess I've decided to fuck it all, because I've got my hawk back. Haha... I can't seem to stay away from it. I love it though. The whole process took three hours! First she shaved it back into a hawk because it was uneven and the sides had gotten long. Anyway, we bleached it all out, died the top red, coon-tailed the fringe red and black, and then put black zebra stripes on the sides. It's aces high and a half. Pictures coming later. Anyway, my online buddy Kate came in while I was looking super dorky with foil all in my face so we finally got to meet which was totally stellar. She was great.
Anyway, I hung out at home on facebook for a bit before discovering that my sort-of aunt Pat died yesterday morning. I was horrified because it was totally unexpected, I'm basically half a world away right now, and she really helped raise me. She and my mum were roommates in nursing school before they started dating and then they were best friends after that. But we haven't been as close in recent years, but when my "cousin" Jesse and I were young, we always went over there Christmas afternoon. I'm really going to miss her. She was always a lot of fun when we did see each other. Mum and I are going to the funeral since I'll be back by then.
I made some fierce bread pudding while talking on the phone to my awkward uncle Dave. He's so great. I haven't talked to him in forever, but we really get each other and when I'm home, I'll be calling him a lot I think since it's free as we both have Verizon, besides, he's really a laugh. He's a guitar player/computer programer and a total paranoid pessimist. I love him. Anyway, he's coming for Christmas which should be really great. I'm excited!
I'm totally jet lagged still, which I'm pretty stoked about because I'd rather not adjust to this time zone, thank you very much. I'll be sleeping now.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Then Jump Repeat To The Swinging Beat
Bloody fuck and Jesus on a cracker (thanks Rob) it's COLD here! Everyone is like, oh, California? Yeah... it's warm there.
Fucking as if. It's 50 if I'm lucky.
Anyway, this morning I woke up at 11 something or other my time, but 8 something or other California time. Breaky was good. After breakfast, we went to some shopping centre a little ways away to buy cake tins or something. Afterward we went to Starbucks. Yay for peppermint venti soy no whip hot chocolate. There's a picture on my myspace... I can't bother to figure out how to post it from my grandparents' computer though.
At noonish we walked a bit aways to the theatre and two feet from the house we came across the angriest hobo EVER. He was going through a dumpster and had trash spread all across the sidewalk. He got super pissed off because my mom stepped on this random bag of something on the ground and he was like, "fuck you! that's my dinner... stupid people who have everything, blah blah blah..." what a fucking creeper, ferrealz.
My grandmother called the police and told them to get rid of him... which was just a little hilarious. Anyway, we met up with cousin Lyle, his wife Daria, and their kids Wyatt and Gwendolyn at the theatre and went and saw cousin Clarissa in The Nutcracker. Guys in ubertight pants... yum. But I spent most of it texting my friend Roger.
I had dinner after and then Clarissa, aunt Virginia, and uncle Tom came over for more dinner. Clarissa and I caught up for a bit which is always fun. She's pretty ace for a ten year old.
I'm quickly getting used to this time zone. Oh noes!
Fucking as if. It's 50 if I'm lucky.
Anyway, this morning I woke up at 11 something or other my time, but 8 something or other California time. Breaky was good. After breakfast, we went to some shopping centre a little ways away to buy cake tins or something. Afterward we went to Starbucks. Yay for peppermint venti soy no whip hot chocolate. There's a picture on my myspace... I can't bother to figure out how to post it from my grandparents' computer though.
At noonish we walked a bit aways to the theatre and two feet from the house we came across the angriest hobo EVER. He was going through a dumpster and had trash spread all across the sidewalk. He got super pissed off because my mom stepped on this random bag of something on the ground and he was like, "fuck you! that's my dinner... stupid people who have everything, blah blah blah..." what a fucking creeper, ferrealz.
My grandmother called the police and told them to get rid of him... which was just a little hilarious. Anyway, we met up with cousin Lyle, his wife Daria, and their kids Wyatt and Gwendolyn at the theatre and went and saw cousin Clarissa in The Nutcracker. Guys in ubertight pants... yum. But I spent most of it texting my friend Roger.
I had dinner after and then Clarissa, aunt Virginia, and uncle Tom came over for more dinner. Clarissa and I caught up for a bit which is always fun. She's pretty ace for a ten year old.
I'm quickly getting used to this time zone. Oh noes!
Saturday, December 20, 2008
The Preacher Likes The Cold
Good God. Today was a blizzard. It snowed like fuck all night and we ended up with more than a foot of snow. Eric drove me to the aeroport, muttering his usual mother fucker every ten seconds which is always tres amusant.
I stood in some pointless line for an hour and then listened to Disturbia on repeat while waiting for the plane. My row mate was some cool girl from Nicaragua who goes to U of M.
Highlight of my life: drink lady is coming around and asks what I want, rum and cranberry juice; a cape cod. Off dhe goes and comes back with both, hands me the rum, and doesn't even ask my age. I'm like, fuck, how old do I look? Apparently at least 25 according to my rowmate. It was so ace.
Hauled ass to get to the plane in Houston on time. Barely made it. Sat next to some cool chick from Texas who was going to Cali for Xmas to visit her parents. She was pretty boss. The turbulence was pretty fucking rad.
Daria came and picked me up with Wyatt and Gwendoline. They're way too fucking adorable. Gwendoline says kisstmiss. It's literally the cutest thing ever and the both of them sound like chipmunks or something.
Fun times with Grandma are always the best ever. She's so fucking crazy, I love it!
I stood in some pointless line for an hour and then listened to Disturbia on repeat while waiting for the plane. My row mate was some cool girl from Nicaragua who goes to U of M.
Highlight of my life: drink lady is coming around and asks what I want, rum and cranberry juice; a cape cod. Off dhe goes and comes back with both, hands me the rum, and doesn't even ask my age. I'm like, fuck, how old do I look? Apparently at least 25 according to my rowmate. It was so ace.
Hauled ass to get to the plane in Houston on time. Barely made it. Sat next to some cool chick from Texas who was going to Cali for Xmas to visit her parents. She was pretty boss. The turbulence was pretty fucking rad.
Daria came and picked me up with Wyatt and Gwendoline. They're way too fucking adorable. Gwendoline says kisstmiss. It's literally the cutest thing ever and the both of them sound like chipmunks or something.
Fun times with Grandma are always the best ever. She's so fucking crazy, I love it!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Maybe Jackson Does The Astro
Yesterday I went shopping in the morning for Mum's present. I went to FYE and got her a gift certificate as well as one from Borders and some yummy smelling shower gel from bath and body works.I also bought Silverstein's two most recent albums while I was at the mall. After that I headed home for a little bit and then I got starving so I headed over to Mum's and chilled with Moo for a bit. She's the cutest ever. Anyway Mum loved her present and the card. She said she only got me a few presents, but as it turns out, she got me a huge bag full. Ace.
So we went to this cute restaurant called Pete's which was right near Goodrich. I had really good pasta and then for dessert I had fried pineapple with rum sauce which was good as hell. Anyway after that I went home and watched three DVDs which my mother got me for Christmas. John Cleese was a total babe when he was younger.
This afternoon I went to the mall with some christmas money and bought a new belt that actually fits, as well as a Cd player and some headphones since mine are broken and my ipod is totally wonky. I also bought some batteries at target.
After that, I went to the tattoo parlour to get my wings shaded some more, but I ended up just hanging out and making people think I worked there which was pretty funny. Some guy got his tongue pierced and he was pretty boss. Anyway I hung out all day there with some awsome strippers who were from Vegas. Brandon and I went and got slurpees after a bit, came back and smoked a blunt, and then was totally tripping while watching Ricki getting her boyfriend's last name tattooed down her spine. Ouch.
Anyway I drove Brandon home and it was snowing like hell. I kept thinking I was about to slide off the road like I did once last year while driving around with Brad. It was crazy, I swerved up onto someone's lawn to avoid a car, slid for a few houses, and then swerved back onto the road to avoid a tree. All with Brad calmly talking on his phone. Craziness.
I might chill with Eric for a while tonight, but I might just go to sleep.
So we went to this cute restaurant called Pete's which was right near Goodrich. I had really good pasta and then for dessert I had fried pineapple with rum sauce which was good as hell. Anyway after that I went home and watched three DVDs which my mother got me for Christmas. John Cleese was a total babe when he was younger.
This afternoon I went to the mall with some christmas money and bought a new belt that actually fits, as well as a Cd player and some headphones since mine are broken and my ipod is totally wonky. I also bought some batteries at target.
After that, I went to the tattoo parlour to get my wings shaded some more, but I ended up just hanging out and making people think I worked there which was pretty funny. Some guy got his tongue pierced and he was pretty boss. Anyway I hung out all day there with some awsome strippers who were from Vegas. Brandon and I went and got slurpees after a bit, came back and smoked a blunt, and then was totally tripping while watching Ricki getting her boyfriend's last name tattooed down her spine. Ouch.
Anyway I drove Brandon home and it was snowing like hell. I kept thinking I was about to slide off the road like I did once last year while driving around with Brad. It was crazy, I swerved up onto someone's lawn to avoid a car, slid for a few houses, and then swerved back onto the road to avoid a tree. All with Brad calmly talking on his phone. Craziness.
I might chill with Eric for a while tonight, but I might just go to sleep.
Monday, December 15, 2008
When I Had You To Myself I Didn't Want You Around
So I accidentally pushed the back button instead of the delete button a second ago when I had already had almost all of what I was going to say typed out. Fuck. My. Life.
I miss Moo like crazy. I would do anything to see her right now but I'm pretty sure that wouldn't be appreciated due to the current time.
Anyway, as I currently have no computer internet access I am forced to forget about photoblogging until I move or work something else out. Which really sucks sing I've gotten two new tattoos in as many days. But they'll be up soon enough I suppose.
So later today I'm having christmas with Mum since I will be in Cali for actual christmas. It should be fun enough if she doesn't bring up the fact that I skipped my anthropology final and didn't bother to write the paper anyway. I really hope she doesn't. I honestly have nothing to say if she does mention it.
I'm still not sure what I'm getting her for christmas. I'll go shopping once I wake up later I guess. Talking of christmas gifts, yesterday (Saturday) I kidnapped my mother, blindfolded her, and took her to get her first tattoo as a christmas present... Naturally while we were there I couldn't resist getting something as well and I now have a complete set of wrist tattoos. Fierce.
I'm not going to lie, I'm a little jealous of my mom's tattoo. Not of the subject matter, just of the bright colours. I have an abundance of black text and greyscale work, but the only colours on me are miniscule ammounts of red and green on opposite ends and sides of my body from each other. This will change eventually but black remains my favourite colour so I'm not too bothered about it.
Still talking of tattoos, I wonder if I will get enough christmas money to go get inky in Cali, but then again, I can probably get it done significantly cheaper at home.
I'm kind of thinking of getting Psalm 23:4 of the King James version down the side of my ribs for funsies. I love text tattoos. Words speak to me more than pictures, I think its because I'm a total nerd and bibliophile. Also, I'm rather loving the idea of getting Sodom and Gomorrah tattooed onto the fronts of my ankles. But I'm not going to go rushing into that one any time soon.
There are so many tattoos that I want done all at once. I hate waiting. I feel like my entire life up to now I've just been waiting to break free. And now I am and I'm playing catch up a little. But it's a pretty fucking epic game of it that I've got going on here. I grew up so bloody sheltered. I swear I'm never going to do that to my kids. I'm not a very protective person anyway; fiercly loyal but not sheltering by any means. I'm sure I get it from the parents I've never met, specifically my mother I would assume from what I've heard of her.
Anyway I suppose I should maybe consider sleep right about now.
I miss Moo like crazy. I would do anything to see her right now but I'm pretty sure that wouldn't be appreciated due to the current time.
Anyway, as I currently have no computer internet access I am forced to forget about photoblogging until I move or work something else out. Which really sucks sing I've gotten two new tattoos in as many days. But they'll be up soon enough I suppose.
So later today I'm having christmas with Mum since I will be in Cali for actual christmas. It should be fun enough if she doesn't bring up the fact that I skipped my anthropology final and didn't bother to write the paper anyway. I really hope she doesn't. I honestly have nothing to say if she does mention it.
I'm still not sure what I'm getting her for christmas. I'll go shopping once I wake up later I guess. Talking of christmas gifts, yesterday (Saturday) I kidnapped my mother, blindfolded her, and took her to get her first tattoo as a christmas present... Naturally while we were there I couldn't resist getting something as well and I now have a complete set of wrist tattoos. Fierce.
I'm not going to lie, I'm a little jealous of my mom's tattoo. Not of the subject matter, just of the bright colours. I have an abundance of black text and greyscale work, but the only colours on me are miniscule ammounts of red and green on opposite ends and sides of my body from each other. This will change eventually but black remains my favourite colour so I'm not too bothered about it.
Still talking of tattoos, I wonder if I will get enough christmas money to go get inky in Cali, but then again, I can probably get it done significantly cheaper at home.
I'm kind of thinking of getting Psalm 23:4 of the King James version down the side of my ribs for funsies. I love text tattoos. Words speak to me more than pictures, I think its because I'm a total nerd and bibliophile. Also, I'm rather loving the idea of getting Sodom and Gomorrah tattooed onto the fronts of my ankles. But I'm not going to go rushing into that one any time soon.
There are so many tattoos that I want done all at once. I hate waiting. I feel like my entire life up to now I've just been waiting to break free. And now I am and I'm playing catch up a little. But it's a pretty fucking epic game of it that I've got going on here. I grew up so bloody sheltered. I swear I'm never going to do that to my kids. I'm not a very protective person anyway; fiercly loyal but not sheltering by any means. I'm sure I get it from the parents I've never met, specifically my mother I would assume from what I've heard of her.
Anyway I suppose I should maybe consider sleep right about now.
Friday, December 5, 2008
If You Must Falter Be Wise
So... yesterday, for the first time in my life, my mother asked, for serious, if I was on drugs. I laughed, and she asked what and how often. I gave her the honest answer that I don't do drugs, thank you very much. It was kind of startling that she actually thought I was on drugs, when really, I'm off drugs.
Anyway, today I half-raked the leaves. I got cold though, so I watched TV and had soup. And then I put my cat in my coat to keep me warm and went and raked the rest of the front yard and it was dark by then, so I just kind of gave up.
I got home and got this excellent e-mail from SuicideGirls telling me that I'd be totally perfect for the site and such. I'm waiting until I move to fill out the rest of my application though. But yeah, I was pretty fucking excited about that.
Disturbia is currently my drug of choice.
Anyway, today I half-raked the leaves. I got cold though, so I watched TV and had soup. And then I put my cat in my coat to keep me warm and went and raked the rest of the front yard and it was dark by then, so I just kind of gave up.
I got home and got this excellent e-mail from SuicideGirls telling me that I'd be totally perfect for the site and such. I'm waiting until I move to fill out the rest of my application though. But yeah, I was pretty fucking excited about that.
Disturbia is currently my drug of choice.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Happy To Be Tortured
Yesterday morning I woke up at 5 am and watched Vh1 and discovered just how much I really do like the All-American Rejects. I was lazy until about 10 or so at which point I finally got my ass up and had yummy cereal for breakfast.
Mum and I drove to City Hall in Windsor to go to Service Canada and got my social insurance card. It took like, ten seconds. We came back to Detroit and ate at the HRC. They actually have vegan food, unlike the HOB, and our waiter was awesome. I took half of my left-over veggie burger home, but left it at my mother's house. Oh well.
By that time, it was pretty late, so I decided to just go to class. But, I remembered that ROT is right across from the school parking lot, so I parked and went right in. I brought $100 with me. As a Christmas present to myself, I got my lip tattooed!
I thought the placement and statement were appropriate.
Also, this is what I got done monday:
They're finally done!
I'm bringing sexy back.
Mum and I drove to City Hall in Windsor to go to Service Canada and got my social insurance card. It took like, ten seconds. We came back to Detroit and ate at the HRC. They actually have vegan food, unlike the HOB, and our waiter was awesome. I took half of my left-over veggie burger home, but left it at my mother's house. Oh well.
By that time, it was pretty late, so I decided to just go to class. But, I remembered that ROT is right across from the school parking lot, so I parked and went right in. I brought $100 with me. As a Christmas present to myself, I got my lip tattooed!
I thought the placement and statement were appropriate.
Also, this is what I got done monday:
They're finally done!
I'm bringing sexy back.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Black Friday? More Like Black Plague
Turkey massacre day I woke up bright and early...ish and picked up my mother from her apartment. We drove out to Grass Lake to have dinner with my Godparents... among other people. On the way there, my friend Jeremy called and asked what people were supposed to do on Thanksgiving. I told him that people watch the Thanksgiving Day parade, eat turkey, and go to the movies. Which reminded me that my mother and I had totally and completely forgotten to do that. We decided that we'd go see Twilight after dinner since my mother hadn't seen it yet.
When we got to the house, only a few people were there and NOONE recognized me. It was rather hilarious... maybe it was because I had a hat on, I don't know. But anyway, I hung out with Eva, my Godsister for a while and then Genevive arrived and we talked forever. Genevive is basically my Godsister as well. Dinner was pretty good. Genevive and I are both vegetarians so we had salad and cranberry stuff with bread instead of turkey. It was good.
For desert, I had three peices of pie, apple, pumpkin, and blueberry. After desert, my mom and I left and drove straight to the movies, we walking in 10 minutes after it started, but whatever. After the movie, we went back to her apartment and I decided to stay the night since I was super tired. We watched Little Miss Sunshine and then 3:10 to Yuma, and I had 2 bags of microwave popcorn, which was really great at the time.
The next morning I woke up at 6:30 in complete agony. I decided to go chill in my mom's room on her bed since she had a blanket. She wasn't there, but two hours later when she got home, I threw up all over her bed. I'd sort of thought I had lost the ability to do so to be honest. The last time I threw up was when I was in 5th grade which was 7 years ago. However, throwing up reminded me just how much I prefer throwing up to seeing someone else do it. Apparently that's unusual.
Anyway, I guess I had the stomach flu because I felt like crap the entire day, and I had a ridiculous fever until about 1 in the morning. But I feel great now. Anyway, I'll probably go home either tonight or tomorrow night, I'm not really sure. But I'm currently in the "library" on the computer since my mother's sucks and she doesn't have the internet anyway.
I'm probably not going to eat popcorn for a while... I still don't drink grape gatorade.
When we got to the house, only a few people were there and NOONE recognized me. It was rather hilarious... maybe it was because I had a hat on, I don't know. But anyway, I hung out with Eva, my Godsister for a while and then Genevive arrived and we talked forever. Genevive is basically my Godsister as well. Dinner was pretty good. Genevive and I are both vegetarians so we had salad and cranberry stuff with bread instead of turkey. It was good.
For desert, I had three peices of pie, apple, pumpkin, and blueberry. After desert, my mom and I left and drove straight to the movies, we walking in 10 minutes after it started, but whatever. After the movie, we went back to her apartment and I decided to stay the night since I was super tired. We watched Little Miss Sunshine and then 3:10 to Yuma, and I had 2 bags of microwave popcorn, which was really great at the time.
The next morning I woke up at 6:30 in complete agony. I decided to go chill in my mom's room on her bed since she had a blanket. She wasn't there, but two hours later when she got home, I threw up all over her bed. I'd sort of thought I had lost the ability to do so to be honest. The last time I threw up was when I was in 5th grade which was 7 years ago. However, throwing up reminded me just how much I prefer throwing up to seeing someone else do it. Apparently that's unusual.
Anyway, I guess I had the stomach flu because I felt like crap the entire day, and I had a ridiculous fever until about 1 in the morning. But I feel great now. Anyway, I'll probably go home either tonight or tomorrow night, I'm not really sure. But I'm currently in the "library" on the computer since my mother's sucks and she doesn't have the internet anyway.
I'm probably not going to eat popcorn for a while... I still don't drink grape gatorade.
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