Cetera Desunt

I have to hold up my end of the bargain....


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Sorry all my LJ-exclusive buddies for neglecting you.

Here's an update. I'm now in Sacramento, CA...and it's lovely.

Sorry to those of you I didn't get to see. Richard n Lisa...I so would have loved to grab dinner with you guys if I had friggin checked my lj before I left...there was a lot going on. : ( but thanks for the offer!

Brian...You don't smell. : )

Missybee meanders down a Sacramento street
Missy met a man,
shook his hand,
Who did Missy meet?

Flava Flav.

Yup yup. Golden grill and ginormous clock around his neck. Shook his hand and then lied to him and everything.

I said I liked his show, it made me laugh.

He said nice to meet you or some such thing, then "God bless you"
Then some bigger girls started pressing him about his hotel, what kind of drinks he likes, and he started looking uncomfortable and talking on his phone for his driver.

So me and Scott walked away. Scott thinks Flava was giving him an "I-don't-like-you" eye, even though Scott didn't say anything to him.

I also found a dingy, dirty, Blues bar called "The Torch Club". Awesome. Its just what I was looking for.

I am more....
ME
when hanging like old times
with you.
more
a complete and understood individual
And you know that you ROCK for that
because I tell you so.

I went to my cousins wedding. It was family love like when we were babies
and our parents were
OUR age.
we were almost almost a complete Stump set for the first time
in 11 YEARS.
and we've all grown up!
so weird, you know?.

I also saw Borat. Not funny, really. The funniest bits you've already seen in the previews (unless you haven't). Much more of a....rent it and drunk-watch it with buddies.

And I'm getting ready finally finally finally to move along and shake the Michigan dust off my skirt. I WILL be gone before December is over. Before it is in the middle, even.

Had your chance, Michigan. Its the rest of the worlds turn now.

Went to Virginia to visit Doy and had a splendid time.

I just realized I've been neglecting my LJ for My SPACE.

so here's my update, all cross-posted.



We were statues up the escalator, is how cool we are.
Then we were statues down the escalator.
You WISH you could be statues up and down the escalators like we were.
But if you did it it would just be lame.
It's only cool if we do it.

I prefected the Metro. Because I am perfect like that.

We thought rocks was snow. But it wasn't. Not really.

We discovered this amazing pasta that was made of 100% cotton. I forget where it was made.

The Hope Diamond was not that impressive to me. I've seen shinier things that hold my attention longer. I liked the giant-dead-Sarah better.

Someone melted off a bench and I had no choice but to follow in suit.

A man gave me his cigarettes. Allll of them.

I had a moment of fear on the plane,
thinking that
if suddenly
everyone where to come to their senses
and realize that this giant machine flying thing was impossible
we would all suddenly come to a dead halt
and fall...like in the cartoons.

AND I wrote a poem.

inedicabilis.

OMIGOSH
OMIGOSHOMIGOSHOMIGOSH

you guys....you GUUUUUYS!

I was wrong.

It's snowing.

I KNOW its not silly kids playing joeks with soapflakes now because its still coming down from the SKYyyyyyyyy

*does her hyper-Richard Simmons antsy dance*

nooooooo it can't snow yeeeeet.....not till November! LATE November!

We didn't get our fair share of fall!

I need to go find mother nature and poke her in the eye. With my fist.

Aaahahahaha...some practical jokester has tossed powder sugar or soap flakes or some such thing all about Michigan as a joke!
That's so funny.
They wanted us to think it was snoooow!
See,
we've only had like...three weeks of fall (the best season of all time). So making us all think that it snowed is funny!

It couldn't snow yet.

heh.

Ahhhh, those silly kids.

eh heh.............

The family vacation was fun times. Louisville, Kentucky is a very cool, clean city with lots to do.

Mi madre almost got in a bar fight in the hotel with a drunken, older army asshole...he was sort of making polite conversation/ hitting on me drunkenly, which didn't particularly bother me becuase I can handle that sort of shenanigans...When my mom came down to join me at the bar she gave him only a toooouch of the "I'm her mama, who are you?" tone and he handled it like a big fat asshole and swore at her...so then I had to tell him he was waaay out of line and uncool and my mom asked them to call security. There were two super cool airforce men hanging around that had our backs, though. Excitement.

The Patton museum was full of...tanks. And stuff.

Hung out at the Fort Knox base with my older brother, whose doing great. Us siblings always seem to revert to kids again when we get together. We've all grown up SO MUCH!

My parents had a very lovely 25th wedding anniversary I think. I'm proud of them.
We took a family photo (the first since we were kids) And to "Warm up" hi scamera the little old man asked me to give him an impromptu photo-shoot that turned out so rockin' I'm going to buy 4 of the best ones from him. I look H-A-W-T.

We went to the Jim Beam factory place and were already to do some bourbon-tasting...but we were informed in a rather haughty manner that they "don't sip on Sundays."

So we went to the aging barn and leaned against the bars and inhaled the scent of oak and aging whiskey. I'm not a bourbon girl...but it smelled delicious. Like...dusty porch-rocking somehow classy times. Then I pulled out my harmonica and sat on Jim Beams porch and played the bluuues about it.

"I ain't got no whiskey
(wa wa wa waaa)
and neither do you
(wa wa wa waa)
No sippin' on Sundays...
we GOTS no bourbon bluuuues"

Personally, I think boot-leggin' Jim would have been disappointed in his kin for not bending that rule.

My parents had a very lovely 25th wedding anniversary I think. I'm proud of them.
We took a family photo (the first since we were kids) And to "Warm up" hi scamera the little old man asked me to give him an impromptu photo-shoot that turned out so rockin' I'm going to buy 4 of the best ones from him. I look H-A-W-T.

I work at some point tomorrow...I had best call and see.

Whose lips released me?
it demanded to know
Blow-kissing my body away like a bubble
speaking my essence
into this laced
dainty fainty
dancing on dust drops thing
was I always and always this word?
or...
(whispering now)
did I burst out unbidden
first
an unformed crackle
cackle
unplanned and dirty
you blushed to have blurted
couldnt take it back now if you wanted
but how you smiled anyway.
Did I really just say that?
We all nod and bob birdy style
(yes you did)
I am that kind of word
always a changing thing
swing-sway meaning
speak me now and I do not mean the same
but always
always
and affirmation
this infinite yes thing.

I had to post now.
Before the awe leaves me.
17 hours of burgerdom. I had conversations with the fries. In french.
I start again at 12.
The King is one Sick mutha.

but....
Something exciting has happened.
EXCITING.

Kirk Nugent, a motivational slam poet that is rockingly funky-awesome-crazy-cool-I-need-more-words-here found me on myspace. Somewhere betwixt 2 and 3 years ago I watched him slam it down at CMU and it totally moved me. I wrote a big kudos in his journal thingy and about a week ago he caught up with me. We chatted a bit and I told him what I was up to about the travelling thing and he made...the coolest...offer I've heard of ever.

He said he is trying to put together a 150 city tour of his preformance, trying to get sponsorship and such. MTV, Ford,etc. And he wondered if I might be interested in being a "paid with travel means and food" camera worker (its also a sort of documentary) and tagging along.

You'd like this guy I think, all of you. He's very spiritual and so optimisticly energetic. His whole message is about pursuing your true passion in life, overcoming any obstacle and going for your dreams. He's on my top whatever buddy list on myspace...which if any of you haven't seen before is:

http://www.myspace.com/resnullia

If you have about 4 minutes of time watch his slam "Pursue your Passion" on his page.

http://www.myspace.com/kirknugent

Its the first video under the "about me" section on his myspace page.

I ran it past James, my pirate man with the van that we were going to be taking off in. He seemed unenthusiastic and told me he may be having second thoughts on the Great Escape because of certain unrelated issues of his. Which I take with a shrug as a small bummer if he poops out on me. Originally it was just going to be going on my own anyhow so nothing really lost but companionship. James seemed like he could be tons of fun but he also has had some drama moments that I was uncertain about.

Regardless....if this offer is good and Kirk's plans pan out I will totally be IN whatever thing James decides. What an awesome chance, touring 150 cities with a group of slam-poets filming a documentary...

oooyyy.....

Sneaky sips
from
Whiskey lips
kiss kiss
me
seeee the
Trickling liquor
thicken over time
runny slide
Sticky like honey
choke it down
Smoke now
like there's a purpose to it
who's waited too long for this?
sat out fermenting
collecting sin
begining to bend
It doesn't sound so bad coming from you
When it happened
we all pretend
we don't see it either.
when
some thing sliiiiides up next to you
friendly like you're friends.
tea-seeping stepping
into your personal space
do you isolate?
or do you all-encompase
celebrate
high-kicking with a
world warping
howl
here where
our place waits
like the only now you know
The is no unfamliiar face
in the crowd
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All probably be on later to edit/add more.

Went all up to Mt. P for a few days. Hefted waaay to much heavy beer what felt like a mile into the spooky woods to go camping with James.

Spent some scrumptiously cozy time with Joel (and left my phone there : P FYI-people). I'll probably be back up next week for Cash O'Riley and the Downright Daddies (daaaaamn right) to get it, since I have four days off in row (14,15,16,17 I think....woooo vacation for meee!)

I also think I might be getting my car out of the barn. I'm sick of the dung-pile gas-guzzler ugly monster I've been driving and it keeps having more and more issues. Well...technically today it was MY issue, leaving the lights on. But still. I blame el coche.

I smell a fall-y kind of smell in the air that makes me nostalgic for....well...fall. But I still don't quite feel done with summer.

Get back here, you summer, you.

What else?
mmm
Tried something new that was okay but not worth the price.

No dancing doritos....so sad.

Somebody Caaallll me.

I can't find my phoooone.

And, of course, I'd love to hear from you.

Yes YOU.

Grease smudged air and wilting fries
Fat dripping from broilers unto your thighs
Soaking into your skin
Smearing it translucent as a paper bag
Triple sized for pleasure
Stuff till you gag
At the bottom of your syrupy concoction
You will find me burbling
blowing bubbles up at you that
burst into your nose
This is YOUR addiction
Water won't wash this away

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A nasty boy sneered at me today in drive-thru because his fat took too long to find his face-hole.
I smiled and
I thought of the enchantress in Beauty and the Beast.
If you can't see past the baggy shapeless uniform
the job description
and the grease
And accept my smile with one in return...
It's kind of funny-sad
Because with that behaviour you aren't just missing out on MY awesomeness, amigo
but you are missing out on a world of wonderful people who might not happen to have the right
clothes, job, speech, education, sex, creed, race

and I won't even NEED to turn you into the beast you already are.
but....>pwoof!< I'll turn you into a cockroach anyways.
I have this power.

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On another, belated, note the Pirate Party was lurvly and I had a splendid time. Did some stupid things. Called into work telling them that I was quite honestly a worthless pathetic hung-over-girl. It was WORTH it by far. Thank you all for putting up with me. I loved Jason's poem on it. Except that he called me a buffoon. Gimmie pictures, anyone?
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I've had this thought before and chats with folks on it....pero I wanted it in my lj down in words and stuff. I LIKE, mostly, working in fast food. Is that wierd? Unambitious? Is it selfish, when I know if I wanted to/put my mind to it I could probably accomplish some greater things?
It's easy work, which I am good at. It's practically stress-free if you ask me...since pretty much the worst you can do is make people wait too long for their food or screw up an order. Which, though some people care too much about their burgers, is NEVER a big deal. I have mostly had a wonderful crew at each place I've worked, which is SUCH a maker/breaker of a job. It's also a dime-a-dozen kind of job I can get pretty much anywhere, anytime. So if (it hasn't happened yet) I get that "this shit ain't worth it" vibe from a boss or customer....I'm really not torn on telling them where to stick it and going elsewhere.

The money is average, but I never really seemed to need much more then what I've been making. And right now it's ALL pretty much just going in the bank.

I am content with being a Fast Food Goddess for now.
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I'm uber excited about this weekend and crossing my fingers no strange occurances get in the way. I can't seem to get enough. I wonder if elephants react the same as bulls when they see red? ; )
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I miss my Mt. Pleasant family
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Hung out with Mr. Benjamin Karl the other day and was a dancing whirlwind of silly. Hanging out with him has always always been so comfortable, easy and fun. I love how that man puts up with me (and has NO CHOICE BUT TO! MWAhahaha!)
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I have a KUNG-foo death grip. RAaaa! *blows a kiss and throws a smoke-bomb*
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*stumbles away coughing as the smoke dissipates*

LEts RE-cap why I'm worried!
Like every elementary schooler raised in a conservative house...I'd always been taught to trust the President. And when I got older I realized that Presidents, are indeed people too and are not infallible. They make mistakes, they lie sometimes, they dont keep promises. They have personal lives and motivations. They can be greedy, too. The most we can really do is cross our fingers that whoever is currently in power really is, deep down, a good person doing their best with EVERYONE in mind. That and make your voice heard in whatever means you can. Vote, you know?

I worry about this. I want America to find a reason to feel we can trust the government. I mean a REAL reason...not fake blind faith patriotism based on lies...is it possible? What if the Government...the President, had a revelation one night. A holy moment. And he came on TV the next day and was just....honest. Like the kind of honesty where all the good and bad and truth come out in a way that we all would KNOW he was FINALLY telling us the truth.(Come clean?) And then made a for REAL promise...I dunno...maybe crying like a baby...that he would try to set things right. All of the things. Fix the system as best he can.

Would that work? It wouldn't make things better or alright. And most people, myself included...would have a hard time believing it no matter HOW fo'real he sounded or tears he shed.

( Here's what I worry about. )

I think today I became officially lactose intolerant. Which I didn't know, but apparently you aren't just born with it, but can develop it later in life.

It doesn't bother me tooo much. See, I've always been a little uncomfortable with dairy anyways. The idea of drinking the breast milk of another animal kinda wierds me out....not only of another animal...but drinking it past the weaning age. We're the only creatures that do this.

And then morally as a vegetarian I also have issues with it. Contributing to the dairy industry I ALMOST might as well be contributing to the beef industry (as this is where those cows eventually end up). Not to mention the calves that should be getting this milk get sqooshed into crates for their brief lives to stay tender for veal. Also not to mention the hormones and such pumped into this milk to keep the cows not just producing, but producing in larger-then-healthy quantities.

Anyways. I first noticed it while I was up at camp with Nina-coon-baby (who, half-sadly is all grown up and gone, I hear). I drank a glass of milk...the FIRST actual glass of nothing but milk I've probably had in years due to the fact it wierds me out. Instant stomach crampage. I thought I was going to puke or have other unmentionable stomach problems. The feeling passed, but left me puzzled.

A week later I drank the milk at the end of my cereal...same thing.

But until today I'd still been okay with cheese or milk bi-product. Today I had a milkshake and a cheese sandwich at BK and Instant PAIN! It huuuuuurt.

I wonder if whatever the unnatural bacteria thing that lives in our stomach and digests our dairy for us has abandoned my tummy? Maybe they watched all the meat-processing bacteria die off slowly over my years of being vegetarian and then said "Screw this! We're starving!" And jumped ship in some unmentionable way?

Either way...it looks like I don't have much of a choice in this matter of veganism. Maybe I'll just do away with eggs, tuna and oysters (The only seafood I eat ever...and yes, I know, tuna and oysters mean I'm not an actual vegetarian...I'm a pescatarian....a veg-head that still eats seafood, no matter how rarely...it's just simpler to say vegetarian until people ask for further explanation) at the same time and dub myself a pseudo-vegan. "Pseudo" because vegans go the extra however-many steps and never wear or use anything that is produced at the expense of animals. No wearing leather, etc. OR, for example, honey.

My leather wearing does make me a little uncomfy....I trrrry not to buy it but I wear gifts/things I've owned for years.

But honey? I don't care. I don't think I will ever find some place deep in my heart that feels for the plight of the "exploited" bees. Honey stays in my diet. I'm half queen-bee anyways.

Bow to me, my subjects. And go make me something sweet, goddamnit.

: )

oh...and Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye sweet cheese.....I shall miss thee.

So last night...gettin' tired...about to bust open a wine bottle my mum told me I could have (after sharing a different one with me earlier in the day)

I get a call from mattmatt....and old friend of a friend who was feeling down. Then he tells me he isn't sure if he want to go to this guy, Hiran's, birthday party. I KNOW Hiran! I've known him since junior year of highschool! Then I recall he did myspace bulletin something about his birthday which I kinda shrugged off due to being poor. Pero, I have a JOB now!

So at 12 AM I decided wtf I was going and grabbed my work clothes so I could head straight from there to work in the morning (it was back in Canton...40 min. from Brighton)...My mum was coming out to the kitchen when I squeeled at her "Hiran's birthday! I forgot!" and her lightning quick, leftover-from-highschool, flashback reaction was "NO way.".....then she realized I was 22 and excitedly saying I was going, not excitedly asking if I could go. Then my dad came out and grumbled about how "Didn't I have to work in the morning" and how it was dangerous to drive at night and finished with "This isn't adult behaviour"

To which I'm thinking...first define adult...and assuming I even fit THAT bill....apparently it IS this adult's behaviour.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This post turned out to be a friggin chapter...soo find out what happened next ( HERE! )

On a bummer note, after only three days of standing on my feet all day, my leg/hip is getting feisty again with me and keeps giving out..(like when I stand on that leg to put pants on or shift my weight a certain way). This isn't new behaviour. Just sucky behaviour.

On a giggly note, I think the flirty manager who hired me likes me. He stands that SCOSH too close sometimes and talks/jokes with me way more then the others. eh. I wouldn't take it anywhere, but its definitely amusing. He's cute-ish and not an awkward or bad flirt. And it makes work funner to be able to joke around and flirt a lil. It also makes one of the other girls who works there a little jealous, I noticed.

Mi Padre even noticed it when he stopped in just to see what time I got off work so we could maybe have a family dinner. According to my mum, when he got back to the car he said that he thought the manager had a crush on me! lol.

Ah well! Thats about it, I think. Certainly enough anyways. Later, folks!

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Last night I re-learned the ancient art of hand shadows. I am, quite modestly, an expert. I'm most proud of my running horse, devil, and lotus blossom (last one is of my own invention). But I forgot that I rocked at it until last night. So now I add another nifty party trick to my list. I'm going to figure out a way to do this on the streets to earn pocket money.

Speaking of pocket money, I walked into Burger King today and snapped my fingers in the managers face.

"Give me a job. Now." I goes

"SOLD!" he goes.

So I'm back to flipping burgers for 7.00 an hour and am working 10 hours tomorrow becuase they are so short-staffed.

I am one unhealthy hypocritical vegetarian...who won't be broke anymore in about a week.

Okay. I, Missy, did something amazing today.

I got up EARrrrly of my own accord. 10:30 early.

Had a nice relaxing bowl of cereal. Watched a little tube and took the doggy outside.

I'd printed up my revised resumes the night before.

Go out to the car, geeked for job-hunting (been feeling that panicky-broke feeling lately).

BLOODY THING WONT START!

AUUGHHHH! WTF?!?>HONK HONK HONK<

I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!

THIS is what I get for ABANDONING Hideon for a peice of crap gas guzzling ugly old explorer!

NOW what happens if(I mean when) I get called in for a job interview?

HOW the hell do I get a job without a means of GETTING to it!

instead of LOOKING for jobs I'm sitting here trying and retrying to get EVEN a little starting noise from the junker. Instead what do I HEAR?

>CLICK!<

THE BLOODY ELECTRIC LOCKS POP UP

from TURNING THE KEY!

GAAAAAAAAAAAAH

My parents...whose nice gesture it was to have me drive their peice of shit-window-doesn't-roll-up thing (so I wouldn't have to pay insurance) best be either fixing it fast or hauling my butt up to get my precious out of the barn.

*stomps feet in a hissy hyper Richard Simmons type move*

.....deep breath.....

okay. I'm okay. Just a little.....broke.....whew.

I think I'm gonna make the house spotless today. My mum said she'd pay me to play "maid".

Coincidently....Joel, if you read this....

I feel your pain.

And this weekend isn't good for me.

aha...okay...so reeeaally its apes, and not monkeys. But wtf. I like it anyways.