tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74188264274680722162024-02-18T20:55:24.842-08:00Scattered Brain MatterUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-85674143133778678102011-03-05T11:01:00.001-08:002011-03-05T11:04:21.207-08:00Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-67229756088059720002011-03-05T08:13:00.001-08:002011-03-05T08:21:49.507-08:00Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?I guess that there should be a new update on this blog now that I've decided to start another blog with a friend.<br /><br />Things are going well, slowly but well. I left RFK because I felt that I couldn't really keep myself safe at work and that I wasn't getting the support that I needed from my fellow staff members, but I will miss the kids (some of them) and there were some staff members that were always there for me and they were good people. I wish them all the best and I hope to keep in contact with some of them down the road.<br /><br />What am I going to do for money!? I guess that's going through a lot of people's heads; but no worries. I have some small jobs set up and I finally got a job that I'm excited about and it starts April 4th. I'll be working for the Staples Corporation and I'm really excited about it. I'll be working of a good friend, it should be the start of a very exciting and very interesting job venture and also I think a really good start for me in a career. It's better money than RFK and a MUCH safer environment.<br /><br />Love is relative. I love my family and friends. Balls to rest of it right now. I'm in this gig of life for me and no one else right now. Why really bother with other people, who really don't even care about you. It's not worth the frustration that it causes and what's really the point. In the infamous words of someone that I worked with..."Ima do me."<br /><br />Things are fun. I'm enjoying life with a smile on my face and a light heart.<br /><br />As always,<br /><br />End.Transmission.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-39277872088696764692011-02-16T13:32:00.001-08:002011-02-16T13:32:19.229-08:00Decisions…<p> </p> <p>I’m not sure what to do right now. I have an ultimatum at work. Die…or put in my 2 weeks notice. I know this sounds completely more dramatic than the actuality of it’s meaning, but hear me out…this is what it feels like to me. </p> <p>Nut allergy. I’ve had it for *counts* at least 9 years now and it does not get better over time, with exposure or anything. I’m starting to get worse and worse with each different exposure and close call. Friday was one of those days and it happened at work. This is definitely one of those situations I would call horrific. </p> <p>I addressed the situation with my boss today and after about 10 minutes discussion of what happened and how I felt about the situation, I got this answer… “Well I’ll call **** and then I’ll get back to you, but it’s a 1 vs. 24 case and I hate to say that I can’t change programmatic issues like this.” I responded with a fact that I’d have to probably put my 2 weeks notice in because I wasn’t going to risk my life for a job. I couldn’t, there’s too much risk involved that just isn’t worth it. I’d rather be poor than dead unfortunately. </p> <p>This is the crossroads I’m now facing…well not necessarily the crossroads, but the unfortunate decision. Time to start looking for a job =(.</p> <p> </p> <p>End.Transmission.</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-65783234159796260052011-02-15T18:19:00.001-08:002011-02-15T18:23:19.440-08:00#1 Picture Blog–Open Entrance/Closed Escape<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBRw5TaCFuLQMA96iWJtzxQXUo7FVakTWy63VXnNGgbggrZGUS69zmEAey8DKcKJvHqpuVMytlyRbh7vcXPeSBxLCEMap3vQCMezspsv0e9yuopDUxbCBHPyzTDblJC0can9dfh7xFG9SQ/s1600-h/IMG00291-20110215-2110%5B38%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-top: 0px;" title="IMG00291-20110215-2110" alt="IMG00291-20110215-2110" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgv0Gwqi4iD0ePmZ8YiRy8egat2JAGZJmJ_7IcGe4859fNKJ-yBExuInrGzJXMnfQHAojd94pbGIiJ4dUeMdvGQB2ryjaS6sG8z6EQUgwt4oSCCiRLULKO10rfd76mAAjBTZ5TAEk7XWE5/?imgmax=800" width="352" border="0" height="275" /></a></p> <p>An open entrance. Inviting and tantalizing. Where is it leading and why was it left open? There’s nothing here that stops this door from closing…maybe just will is the only thing that's keeping it open. Or forcing it to remain as such. </p> <p>Open doors lead to opportunity, but for whom? Is it the evil behind the door that beckons you to it, or the chaste that pushes you out. Chasing you away from that which will destroy your life. </p> <p>I’m starting to see life full of open entrances lately. I cannot stop my life and living it needs to be a priority. I will continue to chase open entrances and not look back on closed exits. </p> <p>What would you do? Will you run or chase?</p> <p> </p> <p>End.Transmission.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-67513888526341022082011-02-02T20:33:00.001-08:002011-02-02T20:33:09.268-08:00All good things come to an end…<p>I suppose I should write this entry when I’m not still feeling like my heart has been ripped out. </p> <p>Yet again, I feel I need to say something, or I’ll burst. </p> <p>We’re done. Yet another good relationship shoots me in the foot. Jon broke up with me on Monday night…via email. I feel in a way violated and not good enough for a face-to-face confrontation. I understood everything in the email, and I keep telling myself that maybe this was the only way for him. It still hurt. And I’m still hurting. </p> <p>He told me…things are bad for him right now. He wasn’t ready for a relationship when we got together. That his smiles were never real and he was hurting on the inside. Depression. A hole. Darkness. All words and I just still don’t understand. </p> <p>I guess it’s just my insecurities cropping up again and me wanting to blame myself. I miss him more than words can say. I don’t want to email him, or text him, or anything since I know he won’t answer or write back. Part of me wants to make sure he’s alright, and part of me wants to scream at him for the most impersonal break up I’ve ever experienced. </p> <p>I thought I meant more to him than that. I guess I did since he didn’t want to hurt me by bringing me down with him. I’m still hurt and I just don’t know what to do. </p> <p>I hope to God there is a sign some time soon. I really loved him, in my heart of hearts. I just never had the guts to tell him.</p> <p> </p> <p>End.Transmission.</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-64407197560690399322011-01-31T08:00:00.001-08:002011-01-31T08:00:08.872-08:00It’s like finding that shirt you loved…<p>Yesterday was a like a flashback from the summer. I hung out with people I haven’t seen in a long time. It was really nice, but very odd. I went to a friend’s house to help with some yard work and then we got to chatting about all of her problems and about how she needs a break. I can understand from an onlooker’s point of view. She does. Her and her ex boyfriend do. They were an adorable couple, but they really need some time apart. They were constantly in fights and just stressing each other out too much. </p> <p>On his perspective, the man is dying on the inside. He’s depressed without her and he just can’t see himself in a good light without her. The only good advice I could give him was to take time for himself and using that time for working on him. I think that’s the best thing for him to do right now, at least to help himself out. He needs to do for him before he can do for anyone else. I really hope he takes that advice. He’s a good man, just has issues that he needs to tackle before a relationship. </p> <p>I hung out with Jeremy last night too. It was nice and I can definitely say I missed it. We just get on so well together and have a good time. I can honestly say that I still care about him like I did, but that I care more for Jon right now. I am glad that Jeremy and I can still be good friends and it’s not awkward. He knows about Jon and thinks it’s good for me. I really missed just hanging out with the boys, it was nice. </p> <p>I miss Jon in a ridiculous way today though. I haven’t talked to him in almost 24 hours and I know he’s probably sleeping. It was nice just doing my thing yesterday and knowing that he was doing his and having an awesome time at this wrestling thing that he was going to. I hope it relaxed him and he had the best time ever. I really can see myself with him for a while. He just treats me so well and I smile every day I spend with him, every phone call I get to hear his voice and every time I see his name. I’m just happy. And I love it. </p> <p>I’m so sick of the snow too. It’s starting to make me hate it, and I usually love the snow. But such is life in New England when you’re having a heavy winter. It’s almost as if Mother Nature is trying to make up for previous light winters. Get it all in now! But the run offs in the spring should make for a great spring/summer. The lake will definitely be high, that’s for sure! I cannot wait for Spring. I actually can’t wait for Valentine’s Day this year. I have cute things in store for my man!</p> <p>I suppose I’m going to go and play video games until Danielle gets home and then Skyping with mum and dad. </p> <p> </p> <p>End.Transmission. </p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-46784898025240338822011-01-27T19:39:00.001-08:002011-01-27T19:39:59.321-08:00Bon Appetite<p>There was really never any reason for me to like cooking. Never a chance to enjoy making something, hopefully, delicious for the sake of making someone else smile. I suppose that since my parents have gone away I do that every time I cook now. Even if it is just for myself, I feel accomplished and I feel like I’ve done something worth while. </p> <p>After watching <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1135503/" target="_blank">Julie & Julia</a> tonight, which is an adorable movie that, albeit is long, was really inspiring that even one person can change their life for the better if they put their mind to it. I think that it would be a really interesting adventure to try something like Julie did in the movie and blog. Blog about something that I love and something that makes me happy. It would probably be just about living and the day to day with a splash of mishaps and excursions that I fancy myself on. Or maybe I’ll start trying new things…like movies, or wine, or beer. I like beer far more than I like wine. It could be a small tribute to my parents moving to Germany. (Which by the way, they found a house and it sounds amazing. I cannot wait for pictures and visits.) </p> <p>Speaking of my parents. I miss them. Terribly. And it’s almost as if a cold, but hard realization has settled in my heart, but I’m not really afraid of it. I’m just scared to let it be ok. Every day I wake up and have been for the last week, telling myself that they’re on vacation and will be back soon. It’s going to be a long vacation. I suppose it’s a curse and a blessing. I’m being allowed an opportunity that no one I know has had. I get my own house and things and I get to live somewhere comforting. I’m also excited about visiting them and seeing a part of the world I lived in for four years, but don’t really remember. I was too little to really remember Germany, but I plan on doing so when I go visit. </p> <p>I really need to put more work up here. I’ve been slacking on the writing department. I sure as hell don’t have a small piece of paper I and my parents paid $40,000.00 for saying that I write well…oh wait…I do. Damn. I guess I should start putting that to use then shouldn’t I? I would love to think that someone reads this and really gets something out of it. I would also love to think that at some point in my future something will come of me jabbering on and on about nothing. About life, and love, and happiness. About darkness we find in every day life and about heartache. All these things make up human existence and yet so many people read about it. </p> <p>Jessica Andrews put it nicely in her song “Who I am” --“So when I make big mistake/When I fall flat on my face/I know I'll be alright/ <br />Should my tender heart be broken/I will cry those teardrops knowin'/ <br />I will be just fine/'Cause nothin' changes who I am. “ Every word is so true. I know who I am and I love that I do. I may have mistakes on my record and I know I’m not perfect, but would it really be all that fun to be? I don’t think so. I definitely find that the imperfections are what make things perfect. In everything. </p> <p>I suppose that a picture blog will be next. Most likely Saturday night. </p> <p>Until then.</p> <p>End.Transmission. </p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-84278651076150374262010-12-15T10:39:00.001-08:002010-12-15T10:39:20.711-08:00Tis The Season<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSRb536Bmrq4hEjs7TmbjpU5Gfiqf-cm_3Mgx8EoYZ2rXJIPJblKM5dtIxdcFNqwb9t6UjnhNsM5rX9diUqMIMz3i_-MdDUKzREhGUO9VFDIYjG-0NNt_9CiNnknH5cOo2f9P9B0R6-7-z/s1600-h/snow%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="snow" border="0" alt="snow" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9o9Ulk0OgU1CGAOi_YHhcnsEFcWRDcTIPCe7GUuLSrlHFrOM7vNkgR1iMkELB0o__GA3Z7dwbiR7Ij9KMVsGKyFS_6QYWue87wC-W-vSAuPMTm3H-4ksIDCZ_TKh_7a_jB2MfCUsek-t7/?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> <p>It’s been a while. This needed to be updated. Life? Love? Money?</p> <p>All that and more.</p> <p>Life, is good. I’ve got the best family anyone could ever ask for and a group of friends to die for. I’m surrounded by love on all fronts and it’s just like a blanket. Sometimes my foot will slid out and I’ll get chilly, but I always manage to pull it back in and warm up again. I feel like I can go through cycles of friends too, but I always come back to the true friends, the ones that never fade away and who remain vigilant, even when I’m stupid and wrong. </p> <p>Love, is bliss. I have met a wonderful man, who on all fronts of the spectrum is great! He’s accomplished in his life, has great friends and a loving family (whom I like). He has a sense of humor that is unfathomable and limitless. We have conversations that could go on for hours and we can just sit and enjoy each others company. It really is something that I’ve never found before. No matter how many times I’ve said that; Jon is truly one in a million. </p> <p>I’ve finally found a job/organization that I could be content at for the rest of my life. The Robert F. Kennedy Children’s Action Corps. has to be one of the most interesting and intriguing organizations that I’ve ever come across. It allows children who have made mistakes and committed crimes to have a second chance and to make amends or pay for what they’ve done. It’s not an easy job, I’m basically a baby sitter for 11-21 year olds, but the money is good and it’s a job. If anything I want to continue to work for this organization for a long while. </p> <p>I suppose this is it for now, since I have things to do, but I will be updating more often and even throwing in a picture blog once a week.</p> <p> </p> <p>As always</p> <p> </p> <p>End.Transmission.</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-2689100098240747652010-08-06T23:31:00.001-07:002010-08-06T23:31:33.207-07:00Where does it all go?<p>“Where was the magic when you needed it most?”</p> <p>I feel so stupid lately. No job, not much of a love life, and this constant emptiness, or void somewhere inside of me. So where does it all go? When I repress, and make myself smile towards the faces of the world that I live in? Who am I smiling for? Family? Friends…probably for my own sanity…that sounds like a good thing to keep in tumultuous times.</p> <p>Tumultuous, that word doesn’t come out of my mouth often…but when it does, I suppose it’s needed. Something as simple as living and being is so complicated now. I understand so little of what goes on around me on the deeper levels in which I used to. Everything is so 2 dimensional…a flat land of flat things and people. It needs the life and sense brought back into it if I’m to keep going like this and allow myself to move on.</p> <p>Stupid money making the world go round…I understand that it does and yet it plays such a small part in happiness, but I doubt I would be happy with no means to talk to or see people that I love and care deeply for. Not eating or having a place to live would also hurt my standards as a human being as well, or cause them to stop quite suddenly.</p> <p>Myself and I need a reconnect. I tried a weekend without friends and I was just angry at the people that I had no choice but to surround myself with in their place. I hooked up with ‘old’ friends who I’d lost touch with and yet it left me feeling lost and scared. More than enough weight burdens my shoulders, but I need to be strong enough to bare it for the people that mean the most to me, even if they never know that I do. </p> <p> </p> <p>You best behave. <br /><em>Lady, I don’t behave for my parents… <br /></em>But your parents wouldn’t slip poisonous snakes into your bed…while you were sleeping.</p> <p>Where are my snakes hiding and where did the bitch go with the basket to keep them out of my way??</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-31414258002446007082010-05-25T15:09:00.001-07:002010-06-09T07:57:15.468-07:00Unfinished…<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNlXgpjBf8zirELePuOltmvZoFOmyexilP1hT6PW8s-fnP0KyzddTh9TCk4pI5LwehWCcs_l8kCImN7JohwPXLQUS5i4tz951cmHVyl7th19YvdZ6lH1ylCZqvpE-bBGz9hjASM9dbU6zQ/s1600/puddle-reflect-big.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480788127588120434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNlXgpjBf8zirELePuOltmvZoFOmyexilP1hT6PW8s-fnP0KyzddTh9TCk4pI5LwehWCcs_l8kCImN7JohwPXLQUS5i4tz951cmHVyl7th19YvdZ6lH1ylCZqvpE-bBGz9hjASM9dbU6zQ/s200/puddle-reflect-big.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p>I woke up on the third day of The Rain. It hadn’t stopped for three days straight. We all weren’t sure if it was ever going to stop. I pulled on some jeans and sighed, staring out the window. The water level in the neighbor’s pool had started to rise, the river in the backyard was getting closer to flooding.<br />“Glad I bought those Wellington’s in New York…” I muttered as I found a thick sweatshirt. My room was cleaner than normal, the rain had flooded the restaurant I worked at, so I didn’t have to work. No money meant not much to do, but it also meant a lot more free time.<br />I grabbed my rain coat off of the hook on my wall and pulled on my boots. It was a cold rain and I wasn’t looking forward to sloshing through it to get to my car. It was always running about 2 inches deep now, since yesterday when the drains started getting clogged. We had put hay up around our doors and the basement and garage. It didn’t help much, what with the water coming down from the road and up from the river…and our house stuck in the middle. </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-85777804926319654562010-05-25T12:33:00.000-07:002010-05-25T13:14:57.991-07:00Anatomy Class or Party Night?Have you ever wondered..."What if I went to medical school? I'd be making thousands more than I do!"<br />Well...you're right. In an article I just read on MSN.com they were talking about the top 10 best paying jobs in America.<br />9 out of the 10 are in the medical field. Each profession being in their own field and only being trumped out by one corportate job; CEO's.<br />A surgeon makes an average of $219, 770 per year. That's almost 6 times what I make now, and almost 10 times as much as I would have made had I stayed in the restuarant industry.<br /><br />The article goes into talking about the break down of salaries and uses data from the Bureau of Labor Statistics' Occupational Employment and Wage Estimates from May 2009. It claims that the reason for such a high salary in the medical field is because of the cost of education and malpractice insurance for those with the PhD's.<br /><br />Understandably...I only came out of a 4 year college with about $30,000 in debt, which is probably about a year of medical school. There are some us who were not blessed with the mind for medicine and shouldn't we be alright with the fact that we're paying people who were properly trained to do what they do?<br /><br />Top medical jobs being:<br /><br />Surgeon<br />Anesthesiologist<br />Oral/Maxillofacial Surgeons<br />Orthodontist<br />Obstetrician<br />Gynocologist<br /><br />I think we can be ok with these people getting the correct and proper educations and then getting paid to do what they do. Messing with people's teeth, making people feel no pain during painful and hard surgeries, DOING the surgeries and making sure that a woman's in's and out's are working are pretty hard jobs; in my opinion.<br /><br />A good quote from the article itself: "In operating rooms across the country, surgeons earn an average of $105.66 an hour. Maybe there are worse things in life after all than taking organic chemistry and being on overnight call." (Coster 1)<br /><br />We then look at the bottom end of the spectrum. The food industry. Coming from personal experience, it really takes the right kind of person to work in this business. You need to be hard to the fact that money is not something that comes by easy, with a degree or knowing people. You work hard, long hours and you bust your butt for minimum wage, or if you're a waitress or waiter, far below minimum wage. The average server gets $2.71 an hour, plus tips. With the current economy though...who really goes out to eat any more? Or often? It's something that will eventually damage the server's world and really put a dent in the way the US populace sees dining out.<br /><br />The average food service worker (cook, dishwasher, dining room/caf attendants) makes about $18,120/year. Granted they're not paying for school like a doctor would be, but they do need to make a living. A gynocologist or anesthesiologist can pay up to 6 digits a year in medical malpractice premiums! A food service worker needs to only worry about covering themselves and a family.<br /><br />Fun Fact: The CEO of Occidental Petroleum, Ray Irani made 52.2 million last year and Disney's CEO made 20.8 million in salary, stock and bonuses.<br />Fun Fact: A surgeon makes about $105.66/hour where a food service employee makes about $8.71/hour.<br /><br />Its really a world where you need to balance the pros and cons of each profession. A doctor is getting paid for the money and time and effort they put into 5-7+ years in medical school and the malpractice that could result from a lax hand. Food service workers are comprised of drop outs, college kids, people putting themselves through school or those just using it as a segway for a better job.<br /><br />We need to realize that everyone struggles, even those people making 6 digits a year, just remember...when you're in bed after flipping your burgers and taking out trash, there is a doctor in an ER somewhere waiting for a patient coming in from a shooting, car accident, or worse. But where would we be without food service workers? Where are the people who are hardy workers living day to day to serve you? No where...its a harmony that we need to accept.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://http//www.msnbc.msn.com/id/37304991/ns/business-forbescom/">http://http//www.msnbc.msn.com/id/37304991/ns/business-forbescom/</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-74425333213643723292010-05-20T10:06:00.000-07:002010-05-20T10:11:57.831-07:00Aromatherapy Prompt<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwHRzFK1MAaAbt0XyeOUw83RrB2wTal3bzsiWg0Nh7box6xw-5eLx84AT1QfSViCJiWlZJxSS7YG2St25OAzk-J9av8RgwmoId_s0rVX3ONNEvaoUOLUr4TDbCtwrXiVTVSS5sD664ClaF/s1600/2005_04_24_English_Breakfast_300x298.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473401144715809906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwHRzFK1MAaAbt0XyeOUw83RrB2wTal3bzsiWg0Nh7box6xw-5eLx84AT1QfSViCJiWlZJxSS7YG2St25OAzk-J9av8RgwmoId_s0rVX3ONNEvaoUOLUr4TDbCtwrXiVTVSS5sD664ClaF/s200/2005_04_24_English_Breakfast_300x298.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">I woke up to the smell of eggs frying in a pan. It wafted through the small, dimly lit bedroom and surrounded my head. Lifting one eyelid slowly, I felt around and noticed the other side of the bed empty. Cooking breakfast? I was surprised he’d stayed long enough to say good morning, or even good bye.<br />I didn’t normally wake up after nights at the club early enough to consider breakfast; let alone anything that wasn’t just coffee or some dry toast. I rolled over on my side and listened to the low hum of the radio in the dining room and the scrape of a spatula on the pan. Tomatoes had been added. Stewed tomatoes, ripe with juice and being cooked slowly in a pot. I could see them in my head, bubbling slightly and pairing perfectly with some toast; the eggs as a companion.<br />This kind of aroma filling the entire house was just enough to make me shed a tear. My mum used to make breakfasts like this. English breakfasts we’d call them. It was always a Sunday thing and it was something that brought the family together. No one in my family could deny a breakfast fit for a football team.<br />Rolling back to face the doorway to the room, I contemplated getting up, showering and brushing my teeth. It was the least I could do for the man making me breakfast…which was still something new to me. He stayed. I tried hard to remember his name…Phil? No…it did begin with a ‘p’ though. Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t hear the soft footfalls coming up the hall from the kitchen. A head peaked in through the cracked door and the bouquet of breakfast hit me hard and fast. Another tear leaked out.<br />“I didn’t know if you’d be awake yet. I cooked you breakfast…I figured it was a good thank you for last night. I had a good time, and I uh…well, I hope you did too.” His accent was thick…Irish? When did I meet an Irish man last night? Either way, each word melted through my head like butter on hot bread. It was a weakness of mine. That must have been why he’d ended up coming home with me. Flirtation will get you anything if you want it bad enough.<br />“Where did you get eggs from?” Nice one Ginny…that was as far from thank you as one could get. “I mean…thank you…I appreciate it…but where did you get eggs?”<br />“The market down the street. They had a nice organic selection,” he smiled slightly and winked at me. I felt my face flush and tried to pass it off with a yawn and a stretch.<br />He walked out of the room and I heard bacon hit the frying pan with a loud, succulent sizzle and he started singing to himself. He was attractive; I looked around the corner again to take him in before I hopped in the shower and washed away the makeup and hairspray. I needed to feel somewhat human for this man. A soft knock on the bathroom door snapped me out of my watery reverie.<br />“You almost done? I don’t want the food to go cold. I could join you and make it go faster if you’d like,” he chuckled to himself and shut the door, not even allowing me to deny or accept his invitation.<br />I turned off the hot water and wrapped a towel around my damp torso. Throwing my hair up in a towel I wiped the mirror to check my reflection. Still me, still slightly round faced, plump lips, and startling blue eyes. What was he staying for? I wasn’t anything special. I heard toast popping from the toaster and the exotic chef start whistling a drinking song.<br />I ventured out into the kitchen and smiled at the table laid out with foods from my past. The smell was clouding my head and tears were blurring my vision.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Aromatherapy: Describe a place by its smell, scent, odor, perfume, or stench. Don't let the olfactory sense overwhelm your description, but use this sense the way it occurs in our everyday experience - as an unconcious trigger of memory. The odor should contain a secret message for one of the characters in the scene. 500 words.</span></em></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-4444719693482164492010-05-11T18:50:00.001-07:002010-05-11T18:51:49.961-07:00The 1st of many writing exercises!<p>Prompt: Open an imaginary door, what do you see?</p> <p>I put my shaky hand on the heavy wooden door. It was decked in etching that looked like sparkles and symbols. Something cryptic was seared into the top beam. It was a language I’d never seen before, something I’d never even dreamed of. Things were immensely blurry and it was hot. </p> <p>The door had a glow around it. The aura was soft, like the light from a warm and comforting fire. My hand groped it’s way towards the large blackened metal handle. It was warm to the touch, like someone’s hand had just been there, still grasping at a body’s heat. </p> <p>Sweat beaded on my forehead and my hands were clammy as I gripped the handle tightly. A timid breeze sighed out from under the door way, like something was trying to get out. I looked down and contemplated the breathing sound and the soft light. It reminded me of a heart beat, a living thing. </p> <p>Something whispered in the back of my mind, telling me to open the door. There was no lock, no chain, nothing holding me or the door back. I grabbed the handle tightly and felt the heat increase. I didn’t care, it was now or never. </p> <p>To Be Continued…</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-455685103305033932010-02-06T22:50:00.001-08:002010-02-06T22:50:51.365-08:00I suppose this will just take my mind off of things…and I kind of miss doing these.<p>001) What time did you start this?: 1:17am <br />002) Name?: Staci <br />003) Date of birth?: June 5th, 1987 <br />004) Sex?: Fem-de-la-fem. <br />005) Height?: 5'6-7'” <br />006) Eye color?: Blue. <br />007) Weight?: Of the world? Look to my shoulders. <br />008) A place i call home?: For the last 11 years, Holden. I find my true home, in my family and friends. <br />009) Where were you born?: Jacksonville, North Carolina. <br />012) Do you have crush on someone?: You could call it that. <br />013) Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: Umm…I’m not really sure. <br />015) How long have you been together? If we were together for real…4 months. <br />016) What are you wearing right now?: Tank top, panties and socks. I know, right? <br />017) Would you have sex before marriage?: Uh…yeah. Lots. <br />018) Have you ever had a crush on any of your teachers? A few. <br />019) Are you a virgin?: No. <br />020) Do you smoke?: No. <br />021) Do you drink?: On occasion. <br />022) Are you ghetto?: Not in the least. <br />023) Are you a player?: Never. <br />024) What are your favorite colors?: Blue, green, black and purple. <br />025) What is your favorite animal?: Panda! <br />026) Do you have any birthmarks?: A couple. <br />027) Have you ever gotten your ass kicked?: Nope. <br />028) Who are your best friends?: Best of the best: Dan Dunn, Lisa, Siobhan, Ben. <br />029) Have you ever beat someone up? Not with intentions to hurt. <br />031) Have you ever been slapped?: Once or twice. <br />032) Do you get online a lot?: Is this the 21st century? <br />033) Are you shy or outgoing?: It depends, but I tend to veer towards outgoing. <br />034) Do you shower?: Daily. <br />035) Do you hate school?: Not in the least. <br />036) Do you have a social life?: A hectic one, yes. <br />037) How easily do you trust people? Too easily sometimes. <br />038) Have you ever lied to your best friends?: Once or twice. <br />039) Do you have a secret people would be surprised knowing? Definitely. <br />040) Would you ever sky dive?: Oh yeah. <br />041) Do you like to dance?: I’ve been known to bust a move. <br />068) Have you ever been out of state?: Many times. <br />069) Do you like to travel?: I think it’s my calling. <br />071) Have you ever been suspended from school?: Never. <br />071) Do you want to get out of your hometown?: Oh yeah…well…if I really had one. <br />072) Are you spoiled?: A little. <br />073) Are you a brat?: Not in the least. <br />074) Have you ever been dumped?: Yes. <br />076) What's your favorite drink?: I don’t know…depends. <br />077) Do you like Snapple?: Eh…not really. <br />078) Do you drink a lot of water?: Not as much as I should. <br />079) What kind of tooth paste do you use?: Colgate. <br />080) Do you have a cell phone or pager?: Cell phone…who has pagers any more? <br />081) Do you have a curfew?: Yes and no…it’s complicated. <br />082) Who do you look up to?: Depends. I’ve really stopped looking up to people and started to look to them more for guidance and advice. <br />083) Are you a role model?: no <br />085) What name brand do you wear the most?: I don’t really have one. <br />086) What kind of jewelry do you wear?: Not much. I go on and off it. <br />087) What do you have piercings? I do. <br />088) What do you want pierced?: Nipples. Not lying…ha ha. <br />089) Do you like taking pictures?: I do. <br />090) Do you like getting your picture taken?: Not really… <br />091) Do you have a tan?: When there’s a good amount of sun and heat. <br />092) Do you get annoyed easily?: Not really. <br />093) Have you ever started a rumor?: No. <br />094) Do you have your own phone/phone line?: Yes. <br />095) Do you have your own pool?: Nope. <br />096) Do you have any siblings?: Younger sister. <br />097) Do you prefer boxers or briefs? Boxer briefs, or silk boxers. <br />098) Have you ever been played?: Yes. <br />099) Have you ever played someone?: Never. <br />100) Do you get along with your parents?: Exceptionally well. <br />102) How do you vent your anger?: Venting or getting really quiet. <br />103) Have you ever run away?: No. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to though. <br />104) Have you ever been fired from a job?: Never. <br />105) Do you even have a job?: Many. <br />106) Do you daydream a lot?: All the time. <br />107) Do you have a lot of ex's?: Not really. <br />108) Do you run your mouth?: On occasion. <br />109) What do you want a tattoo of? A bunch. <br />110) What do you have a tattoo of?: My name in Elvish :p <br />111) What are your favorite flowers?: Tulips and carnations. <br />112) What does your ex boyfriend/girlfriend look like?: …next… <br />113) What does your most recent crush look like?: Himself? <br />114) Have you ever been bitched out?: Many times. <br />115) When was the last time you bitched someone out?: Not really recently. <br />116) Are you rude? I can be, but I try never to be. <br />117) What was the last compliment you received?: That someone liked my hair. <br />118) Do you like getting dirty?: Depends. <br />119) Is your bellybutton an innie or outie?: Innie. <br />120) Are you flexible?: Surprisingly so. <br />121) What is your heritage?: British, Irish, Norse, etc…basically European. <br />123) What does your hair look like right now?: Pulled back and messy? <br />124) Could you ever be a vegetarian?: I was, it sucked. <br />125) When was your last real heartbreak?: 3 weeks ago. <br />126) Describe your looks?: Tall, curvy, short hair and great eyes. <br />127) If you had to completely dye your hair it'd be what color: Auburn. <br />128) Would you ever date someone younger than you?: I kind of am. <br />129) Would you ever date someone older than you?: I prefer to. <br />130) When was the last time you were drunk?: Really drunk? Halloween. <br />131) When was the last time you went on a date?: I have no clue. <br />132)Would you rather give or receive oral sex?: Neither really…that whole situation is iffy with me. <br />133) Have you ever given? Yes. <br />134) Have you ever received? Yes. <br />135) Have you ever had an eating disorder? Sort of. <br />136) Do you have one now?: No. <br />137) How many rings until you answer the phone? Depends on who it is. <br />138) Have you ever been skinny dipping?: Yes. <br />140) Do you look more like your mother or father?: I hear I’m a mix. <br />141) Do you cry a lot?: When stressed, upset or angry. <br />142) Do you ever cry to get your way? Not ever. <br />143) If you had to amputate one limb, what would it be?: My ear. <br />144) What phrase do you use most on the phone?: Yeah. <br />145) Are you the romantic type?: I am. <br />146) Have you ever been chased by cops?: Nope. <br />147) What do you like most about your body?: My eyes. <br />148) What do you like least about your body?: Most things. <br />150) When was the last time you threw up?: About a month ago. <br />151) In the opposite sex, do you prefer blondes or brunettes? Brunettes. <br />152) What do the shoes you last wore look like?: Non-slip black work shoes. <br />153) Do you ever wear shirts to show your belly?: Not even if I had a sexy one to show. <br />154) What about cleavage?: Ha, often. <br />155) Is your best friend a virgin?: None of them. <br />156) Have you ever fucked someone up?: No. <br />157) Have you ever been fucked up?: Emotionally? Yes. <br />158) What color are your underwear right now?: Black and White Polka Dots :) <br />160) What size shoe do you wear?: Between an 8-9. <br />161) What jewelry are you wearing now?: None. <br />162) What is your screen name on AIM: TastyStacti <br />163) Would you pick a wedgey in public?: I have. <br />164) How are you feeling right now?: Extremely tired. <br />165) When was the last time you were at a party?: I’ve haven’t the slightest. <br />166) Have you ever given a lap dance?: Ha, maybe. Never professionally :p <br />167) What do you sleep in?: sweats, Usually a t-shirt and panties. <br />168) Has there ever been a rumor spread about you?: Probably. <br />169) What is one of your bad qualities?: Making things always seem personal. <br />170) What is one of your good qualities? I’m very caring. <br />171) Would you marry for money?: No, I don’t think so. <br />172) What do you drive?: Silver Ford Focus named Bella :D <br />173) Are you more of a mama or daddy's child?: Mummy. <br />174) When was the last time you cried in school?: Not that I can remember. <br />175) Do you wear Chucks?: I have a pair. <br />176) For two million dollars, would you pose for Playboy? Yes. <br />187) What time are you finishing this?: 1:50am</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-34619772572971902052010-02-05T21:41:00.001-08:002010-02-05T21:41:08.906-08:00Everyone should have a dozen blue birds…<p>Does it make me such a bad person because I’m so lost in my own life, all I want to do is to sit in my room, and surround myself with Disney movies and my blankets?</p> <p>There seems to be so much turmoil in my life right now that’s it making me go stir crazy…which is why I plan to run away to Boston soon.</p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p>end.transmission. </p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-25605778180689442642010-01-24T15:02:00.001-08:002010-01-24T15:02:16.995-08:00At the Crossroads<p>I don’t know just where I’m going. <br />And tomorrow, is a little overwhelming. <br />And the air is cold, <br />You don’t look the same any more.</p> <p>I’ve been running in your direction <br />For too long now, lost my own reflection. <br />And I can’t look down <br />If you’re not there to catch me when I fall…</p> <p>I suppose that the world is turned upside down now. I’m really not sure where to go right now. Trust my heart or my head? I’m not sure if there’s really a good middle ground or if I need to go with one or the other. Dave and I…we’re done. For now. And it hurts. My heart hurts and I can’t stand it. I want to say it’s all going to be ok and take him back with open arms and let him hold me and kiss me and tell me everything’s going to be ok; but I can’t. Not this time.</p> <p>I want him to be ok. I want him to learn how to deal with his mother’s cancer and her imminent death. I was serious when I told him that I’d never stop loving him. But right now he needs to learn how to stand on his own. He needs a job, a car, his own life for right now. I can’t be the only reason he’s got to wake up in the morning. It’s too much pressure for one person. I love him. I really believe that I do. I just can’t stand getting hurt again like with Brandon. I needed to get away from whatever was scaring him into hurting me. He’d never lay a hand on me and I know that, but tempers like his are scary and hard for just one person to handle on their own. </p> <p>My mother hates him. My best friend wants nothing to do with him. And he feels like his world is falling apart. I think that’s what he needs to start to rebuild his life and his world. One must hit rock bottom before they can start the accent to the top again. I really hope that he does it all for himself and not to try and win me back. I can’t allow him to only do that for me. I won’t. He needs to learn to stand and stand tall. Death isn’t easy…I can understand that and I want him to realize that it’s part of life. Everyone eventually dies. It’s the time that we have with them that we need to cherish…not their last dying whatever’s (be it days, weeks, years…) but how they lived. </p> <p>I miss my daddy more and more each day. It seems as he’s there longer, things are getting more dangerous and I still need to be strong for my mum and sister. I have to be the one with the strong face and the even stronger hands to hold them up. I want to be the one to tell them that it’s ok and that he’s going to be alright and that nothing can touch him. But I don’t know that that’s true. I want nothing more than to hug him and just see him out in the backyard getting ready to go out hunting. </p> <p>I can’t even really begin to talk about work. I hate it the more and more that I’m there and I reach the year point of being out of school. I know I didn’t suffer through 4 years of school in the hell hole that I went to, to stand behind a podium and ask how many people are to be seated. I just can’t do it. No where is hiring and it’s so frustrated to know that I have so many things to be responsible for. Car. Loans. Cell phone. Car Insurance. Just the little things. I can’t keep relying on my mother to be there to help me out at each little bump in the road. For now, I have no other choice. Making $170.00 a week wouldn’t even get me a shitty apartment in Worcester. </p> <p>I need to run away to Boston one weekend. I want to see Lisa and the guys and just drink myself into some kind of happiness. I know that sounds horrible and it’s something that I shouldn’t do; but I really have no other cards to play. Gran and Grandad leave on Thursday; so I won’t feel so bad leaving to visit some people for a bit. </p> <p>On the upside, I got a nice haircut?</p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p>end.transmission. </p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-13820431919661083792009-12-27T13:08:00.001-08:002009-12-27T13:08:39.664-08:00I figured out how to add this to my desktop<p>I guess it’s time for yet another update. Not much of one really, but I just figured out how to add my blog to my small desktop thing. It’s really interesting and it lets me go directly to my blog and update it as much as I want and very easily. It’s almost more easy than going to the direct website. </p> <p>I had lunch with Fae and Dan today and it was wonderful. I miss them so much. Dan’s house is empty the entire week, so I might go over there and hang out at some point, but probably if Fae is there too.</p> <p>Working tonight at 5pm. I’m so excited; not. I am running expo though and I’m kind of excited about that. Hopefully it’ll be a red flag to Peter that I AM waitress material and since Apryl’s leaving I should have a shot.</p> <p>That’s really all there is to update…I need to make sure a bunch of stuff is on my computer this week and find out what I’m doing for New Year’s if anything.</p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p>end.transmission.</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-45775256094458612222009-12-26T12:27:00.000-08:002009-12-26T12:44:24.201-08:00Long Update...on my new laptop :)Wow...it has been forever since I've updated this! I guess I really should start to keep tabs on my oh-so busy life.<br /><br />Let's see, what's new. Thanksgiving and Christmas have come and gone. Daddy's in Afghanistan and we miss him terribly. I'm in a relationship with one of the most amazing and wonderful guys I've ever known. I'm still at the 99 and it's not too bad. Gran and Grandad come in about 2 weeks. And Bella (the Focus) got a boo-boo.<br /><br />Now to devel into each aspect I suppose.<br /><br />Thanksgiving & Christmas were good. I spent them with Dave at my side and a tear in my eye. I really missed having my dad there; we all did. It was really hard to try and have a great family dinner/holiday with a part of our lives missing. You really don't know what you've got till it's gone. That's for sure. I miss him so much each day, but now with modern technology we can talkt to him almost every day :) It's a wonderful thing. We use skype most of all (I know have that too, user name: staci_graves) and it's just a good time.<br />Christmas was pretty epic gift wise. I got this brand new laptop (Dell Inspiron), an iTouch (8GB), Snow White on DvD, the Harry Potter movies in a box set (from Dano), some glove and a scarf, covers for my iPod, chocolate and such, a new calender, the Lady GaGa CD, a Barnes & Noble gift card and a beautiful diamond necklace and matching earrings (from my baby). I also got a stuffed panda and a really good book from Dan Dunn. All in all it was a great Christmas. I got to talk to my dad and spend the day with Dave and my family and it was a good time.<br /><br />Things have been wonderful since Dave came into my life. It's like getting into a warm bed with freshly washed sheets. It's warm, comforting and just down-right awesome. We're going on 2 months now and yet it feels like we've been together for a year or so. I'm just so comfortable with him; but not in the "this is as good as it'll get" sense I had when I was with Brandon. It's better than that. We really care about each other. His situation is hard; and I won't go into it in any detail online; but we make it through and really feel for each other. I am pretty much content with that situation right now.<br /><br />The 99 basically steals my soul each and everytime I go to work there. But it is a good bunch of people and a good place to work. I could have it A LOT worse and work somewhere worse, no where for that matter.<br /><br />Dano's in the culinary arts program at Salter now and I'm so proud of her. She's bored right now since it's a math and college survival skills class, but she'll get through it and it'll help her in the long run I think. I got her a recipe book for all her stuff for Christmas and I think she really likes it. (or at least that's what she told me).<br /><br />Mum is getting along pretty good with Daddy being gone. She still has her moments, we all do, me most of all actually, but she's doing really well. She goes to dance, hangs out with people here and there and has us to help her too. She talks to Daddy at least once a day on Skype and it's really the highlight of her day.<br /><br />Now we wait for Gran and Grandad to get here. They're supposed to fly in the 7th of January, but Grandad had some bleeding in his eye and we're not sure if they're coming on that day still or a little later. I just really can't wait for them to get here. It'll make time go by so much faster.<br /><br />It's time to go watch/help mum play Mario for the Wii and try to convince her to get Chinese food for dinner tonight :)<br /><br /><br /><br />end. transmission.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-60668547835821500922009-09-06T22:23:00.000-07:002009-09-06T22:24:10.473-07:00MEMOThis is definitely a personal memo to post a VERY long and VERY angry post soon.<br /><br /><br /><br />end.transmission.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-64898452274939782932009-07-17T09:43:00.000-07:002009-07-17T09:44:12.043-07:00Let Me SingI just need to sing my lungs out. Til I'm hoarse. Til I can't sing any more. Maybe it'll make these dark clouds go away.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-91914741485597821212009-07-04T08:28:00.001-07:002009-07-04T08:32:24.420-07:004th Update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdhvp4cz3Wg/Sfmg9CNekpI/AAAAAAAABYg/T9yhRy4rpcQ/s400/Waters+Farm+Days+08_0061.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cdhvp4cz3Wg/Sfmg9CNekpI/AAAAAAAABYg/T9yhRy4rpcQ/s400/Waters+Farm+Days+08_0061.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />It's the 4th of July and I'm down at the camp. It's wonderful. It's <span style="font-style: italic;">finally</span> sunny out and it's amazing. The water is high, clear and cold. Family's all good and happy. It's gonna be a great day and its amazing and just a good weekend.<br /><br />No work again until Sunday at 5. Its a great day to be alive. I miss Jeffer McJefferson.<br /><br />Now its time to do things and be festive =)<br /><br /><br />end.transmission.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-42427648197830009212009-07-02T10:20:00.000-07:002009-07-02T10:46:34.251-07:00Excellent. New High Score.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iwebquest.com/oceans/images/ocean%20image%202.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 297px;" src="http://www.iwebquest.com/oceans/images/ocean%20image%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />So yesterday, was in all definitions <span style="font-style: italic;">amazing.</span> I got to Lynn at about 11:40am and picked Jeff's ass up. We went to Salem for the morning and went in the what is by far the most <span style="font-weight: bold;">AMAZING</span> bookstore I've <span style="font-weight: bold;">EVER</span> been in! There were literally mountains of books in there. Towering stacks of them, all sorted by genre (I don't know how this man did it) and it was probably my favorite part of the day. I <span style="font-style: italic;">finally</span> got a copy of Lolita by Nabokov. I've been wanting to read that book for ages! AND all the books, new or used were 50% off and so I got a $15.00 for $7.00. I was in heaven.<br /><br />Then we went over and trolled around a military surplus shop and a comic/fan girl store. It was a lot of fun. Even the rain couldn't damper this day. We had lunch at this little pizza place inside the Salem museum mall (or it was called something like that) and then we trudged back to the car and left Salem. I hope to go back there sometime when it's not raining and actually walk around and take some pictures. We headed back to the Lynn area and decided to just go around and walk and look at stuff. So we went to Newbury Comics, at least 2 malls, A.C. Moore =D and Amazing.net, which was interesting.<br /><br />After wards we FINALLY went to the beach. I was ecstatic! I ran to the water (which wasn't even cold) and just took in the air and the waves and the feeling that being at the ocean gives me. It was amazing and it felt perfect being there with him. At some points we just stood there watching the waves together and it was...good. It felt good and I loved it. I played in the waves and picked up seashells and scared away seagulls and it was just a blast.<br /><br />We finally got back to the car and decided on Denny's for dinner. It was a good time, I was thinking a lot though. I was confused, and afraid to talk to Jeff about it. I was more just in need of there to be a yes or no, or just a realization that there was or wasn't something between us. Which there was. He just needs time to think about it. Which is fine; but unnerving at the same time.<br /><br />All in all, it was an amazing day and I had such a good time. I'll miss him the 2 weeks he's gone...a lot. Phone calls and texts will have to be enough I suppose.<br /><br />end.transmission.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-14833474037177563192009-06-30T07:46:00.000-07:002009-06-30T07:56:13.116-07:00Big Fish...Little World.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/06/02/goldfish-fcc93348da87b18eef629a4970fa93f6_h.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 445px;" src="http://img.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/06/02/goldfish-fcc93348da87b18eef629a4970fa93f6_h.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />So I suppose I've actually made a decision on who I like more. It wasn't really hard...but it's just kind of obvious. The distance thing will definitely be hard; but we'll work with it I'm sure. I'm not even in a relationship though; so anything could happen!<br /><br />I had the strangest dream last night and I think it comes from reading Harry Potter before bed. I'm trying to reread the entire series up to the 6th at least before July 15th (the date the 6th movie comes out) and I'm more than half way done with the 3rd...I might make it.<br /><br />I'm really excited about Wednesday. I'm hanging out with Jeff all day. We're hopefully going to the beach down near Boston and going to a bookstore....I need to remind myself to leave my debit card in the car when we do that! Then we're possibly going to a movie and such; I'm hoping for a really good day! =]<br /><br />I've also decided I'll try and update this at least every day. I'm sure it'll work for a while, until I go down the camp and can't really get to internet, even though we'll probably have it soon. Oh technology invading the lake. Joy.<br /><br />I'm super excited about this weekend too; but more on that later! Time to work out!<br /><br /><br />end.transmission.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-42088050863101362422009-06-29T19:40:00.000-07:002009-06-29T19:59:40.416-07:00And now...Mr. Peters.I've decided to make a special guest appearance with my good friend Dan Peters.<br /><br />I've also decided that we need to create a book called: "What not to Serve: A guide of the funniest things NOT to say if you're a waiter/ess at a restaurant."<br /><br />It'll be full of the obnoxious things you should NEVER say to a customer who comes into the restaurant/bar/or catering business.<br /><br />PREVIEW:<br /> "who ordered all this fucking food? you? should you really be eating beef, you fucking cow."<br /> "you ordered the cheesecake. here you go. let me guess. no one asked you to prom."<br /> "be careful with the towering midnight fudge sundae. you probably don't want to get any on your sequined tarp that you decided to throw over yourself instead of doing the decent thing and staying the fuck home."<br /><br /><br />Stay tuned for new updates and the possible finished product. Oh; and here's a shameless plug for his online article: <a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-14347-Albany-Metal-Music-Examiner">http://www.examiner.com/x-14347-Albany-Metal-Music-Examiner</a><br /><br /><br />end.transmission.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418826427468072216.post-8639220147118067672009-06-29T10:21:00.000-07:002009-06-29T10:40:32.670-07:00A side note...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgvmW9h7In6trNH0EGdr5uQh_8A6k4mwmxYNHwInOU6Rqo5MvOs6Nu10hPQ1lodqz6kc0kqTWkshF3EtNMwYGMErp6MK1YkVuLO-5KzhsPN4DegxjUoK_EFo5SnzLngHyVCVMwCs58319N/s1600-h/Gentleman+Color.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgvmW9h7In6trNH0EGdr5uQh_8A6k4mwmxYNHwInOU6Rqo5MvOs6Nu10hPQ1lodqz6kc0kqTWkshF3EtNMwYGMErp6MK1YkVuLO-5KzhsPN4DegxjUoK_EFo5SnzLngHyVCVMwCs58319N/s320/Gentleman+Color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352805803270464786" border="0" /></a><br />So I guess an update is in order.<br /><br />1. I finally have a job.<br />2. There may be a possible upgrade into a love life soon.<br />3. I'm almost done with my online class!<br />4. I'm actually happy.<br /><br />I'm not really sure where life's going to take me lately. I guess it's just going to be very mundane and routine for a while. I guess that's alright though; I think it's what I need right now. I'm really loving my time on Earth...I know that sounds like some kind of guru voodoo; I promise it's not.<br /><br />Working at the 9's is good (the 99) and it's really not hard at all. The people that I work with are really great and its really something that I'm enjoying. It's not what I want to be doing; but it'll work for now and hopefully when I actually get a teaching job; I'll be able to keep this one and work weekends/nights as a part timer.<br /><br />Love life...well right now its a toss up between two really great guys. One is exactly what I look for in someone I'd date and the other is close; but a little off. The first lives close but is very reluctant to make time for me; where the other is willing whenever he's got free time...but lives an hour away. It's hard...and I might possibly take Fae's advice; which I won't put freely up on here...but let's just say it'll be feeling the situation out and all that. Who knows.<br /><br />The camp is open and with it drama. I'm so sick of childish adults and it's just going to end poorly and in more drama. I love my grandpa and I know he doesn't need the stress on his heart; but he's causing some of it and it could all be solved maturely and yet; no one wants to. Go figure.<br /><br />Oh well; work tonight 4-8pm and then I have the next two days off and I'm heading to the beach possibly on Wednesday!!! I have the best schedule for the 4th as well! 4-8pm Friday night, no work Saturday, and work at 5pm on Sunday!!! I lucked out!<br /><br /><br />signing.off.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0