Cetera Desunt

I guess since I did it....

2006-12-21T01:45:15Z

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

If you comment on this post:

1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll challenge you to try something.
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you.
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours

First celebrity!

2006-12-17T03:54:46Z

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.

transitions

2006-11-15T04:43:41Z

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.

Virginia

2006-11-08T18:49:12Z

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

2006-10-12T19:12:06Z

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.

QUITE the illusion

2006-10-12T17:50:47Z

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.............

Can-Tuck-EE

2006-10-10T02:32:01Z

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.

Spoke Spiritus

2006-09-28T06:33:29Z

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 call it home now.

2006-09-21T08:48:28Z

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.

Turn of events!

2006-09-20T04:21:38Z

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.....

Random this time

2006-09-12T01:30:33Z

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.

Innnnteresting

2006-09-10T00:55:09Z

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.

Phoooone

2006-09-03T20:56:55Z

Somebody Caaallll me.

I can't find my phoooone.

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

Yes YOU.

Burger Enchantress

2006-08-23T05:28:57Z

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

......................................
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.

...................................

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?
....................................

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.
.......................

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? ; )
...............................

I miss my Mt. Pleasant family
................................

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!)
.....................................

I have a KUNG-foo death grip. RAaaa! *blows a kiss and throws a smoke-bomb*
.................................

*stumbles away coughing as the smoke dissipates*

Ay me

2006-08-09T21:25:14Z

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.

I worry that we've been lied to about Iraq, even if I am personally glad that Saddam is gone. I worry that what people say is true and that innocent lives need not be lost (because I truly believe whatever bits of good might be coming out of this there must be a better way). I also worry that what if there ARE people out there who need and want to be liberated and we are just turning away? I wonder should we, and I wonder which would be worse if this were true...letting them figure it out for themselves? Or rushing in to "free" them, as well as smish on their culture and make money off of it. I worry that everyone hates us...or at least is learning to. I worry somebody is going to do something drastic and deadly...or already has. I worry my brothers and sisters, literally and figuratively, will die.

I worry that, no matter how I....mostly...respect and appreciate the value of religion...I am not a christian American and this right feels less and less protected to me. I worry for friends who cannot get the right they should be entitled to, a union with their loved one, something that would not be hurting anyone and be nobody's business but theirs, because of a religious belief they do not hold. One that shouldn't have anything to do with the matter.

I worry that thousands of unwanted fetus' that will not be able to be cared for will join the already existing unwanted and unloved and neglected children, and because of this pressured choice thousands of already existing and contributing people's lives will be harder struggles and goals will be never be achieved. Because of a religious conviction.

I worry that thousands of people are dying from diseases that could possibly be cured by cells that are instead being thrown away. Again because of a religious conviction. I also, oddly enough, worry that too many people are surviving but I think if other things I worry about are true then they will get us before this does.

I worry that, screw the apocalypse, greek mythology will smack us in the face and the earth will rise up, pissed, and shake us off her back like water drops off a wet dog. Not like water drops...something stickier, oily-er and more toxic. Or maybe she won't. And she'll just quietly wither and wait until we all gasp for breath like leathery cancerous slime-fish and its too late. Then when we're gone she'll have plenty of time to re-coop.

More personally, I worry about that mole on my neck and my lung capacity and my liver. But they seem kinda like....I dunno...minor threats lately.

I worry that everybody is going to lose/already is. Except, perhaps, the few rich enough to afford to save themselves.

What have I missed? I missed a lot I know it. Tell if you know what it is.

And I want somebody to sit down and explain to me how it even makes sense from the other side. Because I try to relate and see the bits where they are coming from. Pero, I Just. Dont. Get. It. Explain to me WHY I should agree with you or explain how anyone can really be that in love with power or money. THAT in love with it. Because anytime anybody tries....it end up leading to a place that I still dont get. Like money, religion, or power. If it REALLY makes sense I would like to know.

Or, at least, explain to me how you're getting away with it.

Then I see the wonderful people I surround myself with and hear poems and watch tv shows, look at art and read books and blogs that makes me exhale finally and say "Okay...okay...we mostly suck. But we are capable of so much rocking...and there ARE good beans out there. Smart beans who are reaching for better" And I remind myself that a certain President's time will soon be up and think happy, optimistic thoughts about how the next one will certainly be "fo'real" with us.

It kind of thrilling being in that place going from scared witless about the world to being surprisingly optimistic. Its tricky to do and doesn't always work. Sorry for the long rant...just thinking scatteredly, being OCD and wanting to see it all organized in one spot.

Cheese Hurts. : (

2006-08-09T05:29:09Z

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.

Spontaneity, Embarresment, and Jealousy

2006-07-30T22:32:49Z

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

SURPRISE, HIRAN! EEEEEEeeeeee! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

AHHH! I KNNOOOOW! I DIDN"T THINK I WAS GOING TO COME BECAUSE I'M POOOoooor!

AHH! BIIILLLL! MATT MATT! HEATHER! ELIJAH! SEAN! PAUL! TONNNNNNYYYYY! LONNIE!

I was hugged and kissed and passed around like a Long-lost-found-Missy-for-sharing by a huge group of people, most of which I hadn't even seen since highschool

We all jumped up and down

Then, for his birfday we got to do the last song of karoake night and all sang it together

OH WE'RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT
NO, WE AIN'T GONNA TAKE IT
OH WE'RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT ANYMORE

OH.....................
OH.....................
WE'RE RIGHT/YEAH
WE'RE FREE/YEAH
WE'LL FIGHT/YEAH
YOU'LL SEE/YEAH

We drank a bit. There were a few hasty runs to the bathroom (not by this little alcoholic though....I'm so proud) Excellent catching ups and I was warmed by how incredibly jealous and excited everyone was about my trip. I even had one new friend, Ryan-Hippie, practically beg to join in. But even if I did feel like I knew the cat, this trip has also become Jame's too....so I told them we should all keep in touch and extended my usual. "If I ever land someplace you want to see, your welcome to catch up with me and we can all bum around there together for a bit"

I also fully encouraged Ryan-Hippie and Tony and Mattmatt (the three most seriously jealous and seeking an invite)to form their own hippy-pirate squad. Then we had a running gag about pirate/hippy secret bum squads the rest of the night.

Then I was amused by some really funky soap-drama between: Tony, his ex and her new boy trying to make him jealous....and Mattmatt and his ex who was sharing flirting-to-make-you-look moments with Tony. And Paul, who I've met twice before....who got drunk enough to steal a kiss from my cheek and tell me he liked me all blushing school-boy style. Immediately afterwards he apologized a zillion times (I hate that) and was all embarressed like he'd said something stupid or offended me or whatever. Then he acted distant most of the night until I gave him a cheek-kiss back and told him no worries, I wasn't offended, and not to let it drag on him like it was (big deal, you know?)

My amused-at-stupid-people side almost fluttered darkly a moment when Tony's ex made a shrewish comment toward me (when me and Tony started talking and he stopped paying attentiobn to her making out with her new boy). One of those "I'm making a joke between all us friends about you being a whore...and it's cool because we're all friends here...but really I mean it and we really aren't close/dont know eachother well enough for me to be joking like this with you...dare you make it awkward and call me out?" passive agressive moments.

I've never liked his ex in highschool. She's a melodramatic, immature, attention craving, controlling and jealous woman who used to talk down to Tony like he was a stupid little kid and smack him hard in the back of the head when he didnt pay enough attention to her (or pouted when we all hung out, particularly with me, one of his friends-who-happens-to-be-a-girl.) But all in that passive aggressive way that most intelligent people see right through.

So I called her out on it, but didnt make it too awkward...keeping the most pleasantist of smiles that didn't reach my eyes, as they say in books.

"Good thing you're joking, isn't it (emphasis on "joking")? "

(Backtrackquicklyshecouldkickmyass)! "Oh of COURSE I'm only joking! Did you think I was serious? Oh my gosh! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it to sound that way! I really didn't! That came out wrong!"

"Ah, no problem. Just wanted to make it clear you were making a funny joke, is all.(emphasis on "funny joke")" (still all pleasant smiles.)

And then, anti-climaticly, she sputtered another couple apologise, and it was done and she was embarressed. Lonnie, another of Tony's female-friends, smiled.

Later Mattmatt got all distant and we had to go for a walk-n-talk about HIS sadness.

Ahhhhhhhhh.

It felt like Highschool.

AND I got to work on time this morning.

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!

hmm...creepy-ish

2006-07-27T20:32:24Z

You scored as XIII: Death. Death is probably the most well known Tarot card - and also the most misunderstood. Most Tarot novices would consider Death to be a bad card, especially given its connection with the number thirteen. In fact this card rarely indicates literal death.Without "death" there can be no change, only eventual stagnation. The "death" of the child allows for the "birth" of the adult. This change is not always easy. The appearance of Death in a Tarot reading can indicate pain and short term loss, however it also represents hope for a new future.

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XIII: Death

81%

II - The High Priestess

75%

III - The Empress

75%

XIX: The Sun

75%

IV - The Emperor

75%

XVI: The Tower

69%

VIII - Strength

69%

I - Magician

63%

0 - The Fool

63%

XI: Justice

56%

VI: The Lovers

50%

X - Wheel of Fortune

38%

XV: The Devil

25%

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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.

throat clearing

2006-07-25T16:28:41Z

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.

monkeys

2006-07-25T00:36:25Z

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

Ballpark Sushi

2006-07-23T19:16:10Z

So I made it to the ballgame with my folks and other family Saturday morning. Hungover. But it was for a good cause. I went hungover intentionally. Intentionally, I say, in order to provide the comic relief for the entire family for the rest of the afternoon. Which I did. It was a self-sacrifice kinda strategery.

It was difficult. But somehow after all the drinkage I managed to spring myself out of bed to get to my aunt and uncle (my ride) at 8 in the am bright-eyed and bushytailed! Yes, it was hard. But I am just so FULL of willpower and inner-strength that I knew I could do it. Without any help. I'm a tough bird.

Okay...so a certain Joel maaay have nudged me once or twice...and driven me there. But it was mostly me.

So I plopped into my Aunt and Uncle's car and promptly slept my way to Brighton. Changed cars. Slept my way to Detroit. Changed seats. Ran to the bathroom after being offered a beer at the bar. Felt better. Changed seats. Slept through the first inning (which apparently was the only GOOD one for the tigers). Then I cracked open my book for the rest of the thing....pausing only to go with my mum to get snacks. Downed plenty of water and had the worst sushi I've ever had in my life (should have figured that ballpark sushi would be nasty)

Before all this? Saw Diesal Dawn for the first time in awhile and rocked out to their groove. I shimmied and spun with a Koop and a Kincaid. I drank a good part of a 5th of drama-rum (a particular rough blend of rum with negative side-effects) along with James....which I don't think treated either of us very good. Actually...read above about the ball park. I KNOW it didn't treat me very good.

And said lovely time might have been highlighted with a golf clap and a "well done!" ...except I felt it was probably inappropriate for the moment.

; )

Daily Show: The Hypocrisy of Bush's Stem Cell Morality

2006-07-23T18:48:20Z

Grrr. I would be more angery if Mr. Stewart didn't make me smile about the stupidity of things instead. : )

I wont say it. I WONT. Say. It.

2006-07-19T07:17:21Z

I wont. But its really tempting....

Oh the rum, my friends. The frickin' RUM!

and the beer tooo

and even bester the WINE!

Van plans of pirating and passion and ninja knife fights. My shrunken head shall no longer be alone. He will have two awesome skeleton head best-friends.

Thumpers on the stairway makin' like he's big and scary. Something red and glowy smiled as it passed by.

Pretending like this desolate darkened high way could very easily be Colorado if you squint. And Can-tuck-ee might look exceedingly similiar to Mount Pleasant if your pretending function works properly.

(I won't say it)

Riding out storms in trailer parks whilst discussing the possibility of a confederate space-ship. OR! Or riding THRU them on super nifty bicycles. On the PEGS, even, like "doesn't everybody?"

I won the garage-sale lottery this weekend and got myself a super-keen cheap as free army jacket. Unfortunately a certain Dr. Lewis was seemingly blinded by the sweat and the scorching sun. It played tricks on his mind and he thought that plaid bell-bottom polyester pants for free were a bargain. Little did he know that if had waited a day they were going to PAY somebody to take them (give us pictures so the people can see what I'm talking about) ; )

Secret agent kitties with secret agent names like "pum-pum!" (accent mark included for awesome value)

Should I ? No. No I won't. Nor will I snap my fingers or wave rubber fake genitalia.

But have you heard the story about the family act?

cuz I won't tell it to you.

but on a different note.....

THIS is going to be unspeakably fun. And THAT already was.

And I'm suddenly refreshed and excited to go get a job and make tons of money. Why? The better to be a pirate with, my dear.

I must go find some fucking music.

Art Fairs, Ikea, and the best way to eat cake.

2006-07-10T04:36:05Z

Went to the Plymouth Art Fair with my aunt...a tradition between the two of us for a few years now. She buys up cutesy art things like a mad women and I "forget" to bring cash so that I can't. Cuz I would.

George became a seemingly random inanimate object for the fair. As he has done for several years. George the living statue tried to snag me in and make me his bitch-statue for a while. But enough plea-ing with passer-bys got me the change I needed to run away.

Then we went to Ikea.

I maintain that Ikea is NOT nifty.
I maintain, instead, that Ikea is all out cultish.

With its creepy perfect air conditioning

And everybody walking around going "Oh! thats reasonable" and "I love this place"

O! And the spooky-voice way-to-pleasant man who comes over the speakers to tell people to meet their families at the front counter.

Theres a catch. I just know it. Like...once you are drawn in the give you store credit in exchange for your soul or something.

Then I went to a party at my dear old schoolcraft friends' house. Happily snogged a bottle of wine most of the night and all us giant children played a version of truth or dare in which many shenanigans occurred! Such as cake getting eatin' out of my cleavage. After I had to smear the frosting all over my face. Whee! Snorting frosting...for the record....ew.

Not the biggest loser!

2006-07-05T03:01:23Z

First update in a while, y'all! I have not only been away from technology, but when I was near it I was unable to sign on to myspace for whatever reason.

Since moving out of Mt. P and into my parents house in Brighton I've only spent a few nights there...I was dropping off a load of storage-ables at the family camp a few weeks ago and on the way back found a half-dead baby raccoon on the side of the road next to her smished mumma. So I scooped her up and when she realized I was her friend and not trying to eat her she stopped her desperate attempt at being threatening and trying to kill me and just started crying and chugging down the food that was being offered. So I felt responcible for her and have been spending time at camp raising her with my Grandpa...a veteran of raising raccoons who is also raising one of his own this summer. Her name is Nina...she loves me and is the most bloody adorable fur-baby ever.

I was invited to the Lawnsport Olympics this year and despite losing at well...everything...I was not the biggest loser thanks to participation points! It was a blast and I got all burny and drunky all weekend hangin' out with fabulous people.

I had friends up to the cabin for just about the first time in forever and got my kicks with scaring the wits out of my friends on the ATV.

It was bonfire firecracker raccoon drinkin' walkin' ridin' good times.

And now its not. Now its find a job, save up money, not drinkin' dull times for a while.

Miss all you fine folks! Sorry for the un-announced MIA!