bah

humbug

i suspect i may be a cartoon

my hair is blue

yay!

more hailage

and fedoras

(not necessarily together, but not necessarily apart, either)

deep and intellectual thoughts of the moment

all hail cheap wine

genius!

there's nothing worse than christians whose heads are so far up their asses, that they think they can use the bible to mean whatever THEY choose it to mean, tell everybody else they're wrong if they don't agree, and completely disregard, not only the context in which it was written or the fact that it was written by men, but THE REST OF THE FUCKIN BOOK

if you're gonna shove one part of nonsense down my throat, at least adhere to the rest of it!

or at least read the rest of the chapter, to make sure that the verse you're trying to hit me over the head with actually makes sense when tied together with its cohorts

yay - my computer's back!!!

thanks to my beautiful, wonderful, and occasionally articulate sister, my computer is up and running again

not that any of you knew it was down, but i sure as shit did!

how is one expected to retain what little sanity one has left when deprived of hulu?

wow, i'm observant!

put on my underwear inside out again

i should really start paying attention when i get dressed, huh?

then again, i still find it amusing to inform people of this

why?

that is an excellent question!

one i don't have an answer for

but don't fret, you still get points

hot glue isn't wet

why do many people say that hot glue dries so quickly?

HOT GLUE DOESN'T DRY, IT COOLS!!!

not sure why this irks me so much, but it does

maybe it's cuz it's usually hard core crafters who are the ones who are saying it

they should know better!

if they can tell you which types of scissors/glue/thread/needles are best for what materials, and what projects are best for what level of crafter, then they really should be able to figure out it's called HOT glue, not WET glue, and that it cools, not dries

thank you

i will now climb off my soap box, and go back to watching the program that started this rant in the first place

(cuz the commercial break ended)

so, yeah

i think a drug dealer followed me home last night

either that, or a narc

but that's just as bad, no, worse

(god, i hate cops)

i guess it serves me right for going for a walk at 2:30 in the morning

but hey, angry chest, it was either go for a walk or punch another hole in the wall

maybe next time i'll go for the property damage

when will i learn not to talk to boys late at night

they just put me in a bad mood, and they're hardly worth the trouble

(i'm shaking my head disappointedly at myself)

mmm, beer...

deep thoughts at one in the morning

behind every great man is an ass

his ass, to be specific

true story

(i know, my insight astonishes even me)

there's no "i" in toothpaste (unless you can't spell)

i just put cayenne pepper powder in my coffee

yes, on purpose

why? you may ask

that's an excellent question

ooh, my echinacea sprouted and i repotted the aloe vera

just planted cilantro (coriander) and am getting really impatient with the peppermint

maybe i buried them too deep

if they're still a no show by next week, i'm trying again

ps - i think if there were some massive computer glitch and i were to become a CIA agent, i'd get fired in like a week

just a random thought

now off to finish my coffee'o'fire

men are insane!

i'm not really sure what more to say than that.

i'd recount the latest in a long string of events that has led me (yet again) to this inexorable conclusion, but my brain keeps switching between being mad, and wanting to laugh at the patheticness that is the boy! it's exhausting

so i'll just leave it at this:

some people need professional help (actually, i think everybody does, but some need it more than others).

when you start telling people they should off themselves just because you don't like the way they respond to you (even offering weapon advice and tips on how to do it effectively), i think that officially qualifies you as INSANE (at least partially), and in dire need of professional help.

i need a drink.

and better taste in friends, apparently.

the drink first,though, because i just started laughing while making a fist.

i planted peppermint

yes, i know, quite a feat

i never knew peppermint seeds were so fucking small!

i was afraid to breathe for fear of either inhaling them or blowing them into my carpet

(and the strange urge to plant seeds in my carpet just washed over my brain - don't worry, i'm not gonna do it, even i realize that would be way too weird, not to mention ew)

either today or tomorrow ima plant chamomile, and soon after that, lemon balm, basil (three kinds), dill, parsley, echinacea, and a quarter, to see if i can get money to grow

then i'm build a chicken coop and build my own scarecrow

kidding

my hair is strangely colored

i forgot how much of the hair was left that i had dyed black, so the tips are dark brown, and the roots are a strange strawberry type color, somewhere between auburn and blonde

it's kinda fun

i should try to fix it, but i may keep it to laugh at for a little while longer

i haven't decided if i'm gonna do blue or red next

i guess that depends on how blonde i can get it

ow

my head hurts

that means i either need caffeine, water, food, pain killers, sleep or a full frontal lobotomy

i've had breakfast, just downed a bunch of water, and a cup of coffee, pain killers stopped working a while ago so i don't see the point, and i don't feel tired enough to sleep yet

that leaves the lobotomy

oh well - i didn't really have plans this weekend anyway

AH-CHOO!!!

bless me

today's query

should i move to florida?

filler

i don't actually have anything more to say, i just didn't want there to be five blogs in march.

i'll probably delete this when i come up with something new to post.

or maybe not

depends on my mood

or the ocean tides

no, more my mood than the tides

crap, i forget what i was doing

oh, right!

i was gonna pee

i should go do that

i made the drummer dance :-)

Mahahaha!

(Oh how little it takes to amuse me.)

It was mine and my sister’s week to sing (yes, I should probably explain that, but I should probably also find out how grammatically awful that is - I’m going to do neither, deal with it), and we were doing a new song. We listened to it before we got there, and it sounded simple enough. We only do background stuffs (when we’re not laughing at each other), so we weren’t too worried about learning much more than the chorus.

The song either has two bridges, or the bridge is repeated, I don’t remember (I usually only pretend to pay attention to my surroundings - if I bother to pretend at all). The leader asked if anyone minded if we skip the second bridge only do the first one. We assured him that we didn’t mind at all, and I was all, “I think, instead, during that part the drummer should do an interpretive dance.” It was funny in my head, and the filter between my brain and my mouth doesn’t always work.

The drummer was all, “okay, I’ll just stop drumming and do a little dance.”

I said, “no, keep drumming, but still dance,” so he does a little jig on his seat.

I was trying to work out a way that he could stand on his chair, dance and play at the same time, but after he tried playing with one hand, holding his stick in his teeth, and holding out his other hand so I could help him balance on this seat, he wasn’t really goin for it.

During the first set of songs, between two songs, I lean over to my sister and ask her if she has any paper, so I can write a sign to remind the drummer to dance. She found this funny, so during the beginning of the first song, the part we don’t sing, we’re both silently laughing. Oh, yes, we have proper stage decorum coming out our asses.

Between groups of songs, when we were back at our seats, she handed me an extra piece of paper, and I made a sign that said “dance!”

I stuck it in the folder right before the new song, so I wouldn’t forget it was there.

When we got to that part in the song, I grabbed the sign and turned around and held it so he could read it. He immediately starts doing that same little jig in his seat. When everything was over, and the band was jamming, I catch the drummer’s eye from where I’m sitting, and he started dancing again.

It was really funny.

You maybe have had to have been there, but trust me, it was funny.

Oh, and another thing

We wore pajamas to the program today (it made sense with the theme, but again, I don’t care enough to explain it).

I wore fluffy camo slippers, and lent my sister happy bunny slippers.

My pjs were black pants with little skull and bones with a pink bow, and a black tank top with a large version.

We brought teddy bears, just for good measures.

Afterward, I was sitting in my chair (really comfortable chair) hugging my bear just waiting for things to wind down so we could go get dinner.

The leader just finished packing up his gear and was heading out. As he passed where I was sitting, after his standard “good job singing, tonight,” he stops and looks at me and says “there’s something kind of disturbing about you hugging a teddy bear with skull and bone pajamas and rock star hair."

That was funny too.

Laugh.

Laugh dammit!

okay, I'm gonna go now, cuz I have to pee.

You wanted to know that, trust me.

the political deconstruction of the socioeconomic system of woodland creatures, and their faerie friends

I have freakishly short hair.

I’ve had short hair before, but never this short.

Before the stylist made the first cut, asked if I was sure. I was donating my hair, so it was separated into three ponytails, and right before she cut the first one off, she just wanted to confirm that I was sure I wanted to part with about thirteen inches of hair. I said yes, so she buzzed the first ponytail off. As soon as it was all the way off, I go “NO WAIT!!!”

It was funny.

Well, I thought it was funny.

I think she thought it was too. I followed it immediately with “just kidding.”

I waited til she had completely finished cutting so she wouldn’t jump and shave have my head. My friend reminded me that I probably shouldn’t scare the person with scissors to my head.

After she cut off all three ponytails, she said we should leave it like that, “the asymmetrical look.”

My sister, mom, friends and I frequently (and by frequently I actually every couple/few years) donate our hair to Locks of Love. It’s an organization that makes wigs primarily for kids with alopecia, but also for cancer patients. You have to have ten inches minimum to donate. Pantene has a program where you can give eight inches, but I don’t think you can have dyed hair, and my hair color changes as often as the health of it will allow, so that one wouldn’t work for me.

We had a friend growing up who has alopecia, so LoL hit’s a little closer to home, anyway.

I was bored, so I wanted to dye my hair again. Since my hair was long enough to donate if I went short, I figured I might as well donate before dying.

I’ve always wanted to try super short hair, I’ve never thought I can pull off super short hair, but I’ve always wanted to try it. It’s just hair, so I decided I’d try it, and if I hate it, it’ll grow back and I’ll never do it again.

So now that I have so little hair, I’m gonna blonde it and then blue it. Once the blue fades, I’m gonna red it.

I told you I was bored.

i'm a dork

it's true, i'm one of the biggest dorks ever.

but it's okay, i've accepted and embraced that aspect of my beingness

i just posted a blog on my music of the moment alter ego page. usually i type it all out in a separate word processing doc and copy/paste it into the blog page. well, genius that is me posted the music blog into this irrelevant blog. i was looking over it to make sure the links worked and none of the formatting changes i had made were showing up. only then did i stop to check the page to make sure i had the right blog. i didn't. dorkness abounds.

oh, and the other day i made coffee (big surprise there) for my friend. she likes it stronger than i do, so i brew it strong, pour hers and add water to what's left for me. it usually works about right. not only do i have my weaker coffee without having to brew a separate pot, and with the adding water, its instantly at a ready-to-drink-temperature without waiting. i tend to be on the impatient side.

so i brewed the coffee, and poured my friend her portion, and was deciding if i wanted more (i had already had some before she woke up). i went to the other room to check something on my computer, and came back to my room to find that there was about half the amount of coffee left in the pot as there had been. i sat there staring at it for a while, worried there was a leak in the pot or something. there didn't seem to be any coffeeness around the coffeemaker, so i couldn't figure out how the coffee disappeared. i was still staring in befuddlement when my friend poked her head in. i was all "my coffeemaker emptied itself," very confusedly. she just started laughing at me. apparently while i was checking stuffs on my computer, she came in and took more coffee.

i was relieved.

i thought i was losing a couple of my marbles.

i keep most of them in a jar on the bookshelf, but when some get loose, wackiness tends to ensue.

dark angel

we're having a dark angel marathon.
jessica alba can't act for shit, but damn she's hot!
as is michael weatherly, but he can act
it's weird watching him on dark angel again after getting used to him on NCIS
speaking of, isn't abbey the greatest?
if i was freakishly smart, i'd so wanna be her

i'm hungry

bleh

i don't like the number five
just thought i'd share

song of the moment

dark come soon
by tegan and sara

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tD3Vro2gs1Q

dark, oh you can't come soon enough for me
safe, from another day of misery
everything i love get back from me now
everyone i love, i need you now

don't forget a million miles for me
safe and another day can pass by me
everything i love get back from me now
everyone i love, i need you now

(so what?)
so what, i lied
i lie to me too
(so what?)
so what, i lied
i lie to me too

hold out for the ones you know will love you
hide out from the ones you know will love you
you, you too

right to the edge and back, be there
slow to make my move, i'm almost there
everything i say, i say to me first
everything i do, i do to me first

(so what?)
so what, i lied
i lie to me too
(so what?)
so what, i lied
i lie to me too

hold out for the ones you know will love you
hide out from the ones you know will love you
you, you too

dark, oh no you can't come soon enough for me

cars

I don’t like luxury cars, never have, and, unless I have some sort of major cranial trauma, never will. Luxury cars, and the people who drive them, just annoy the hell out of me. One of my many irrational pet peeves.
They think they own the roads (I’m referring to both the cars and their drivers, because yes, luxury cars are now built with minds of their own, and they’re jerks), and that any act of assbackwardness they choose to pull is okay, cuz they drive (are) a luxury car.
“I want to be in a different lane. Hmm, there’s another car where I want to be, but its okay, I drive a luxury car. I’ll just change lanes, without signaling, and give the other driver a heart attack as they’re forced to slam on their brakes, and possibly swerve, but it’ll be okay, cuz I drive a luxury car. I am above the law.” (In case you were wondering, that was my impression of someone who drives a luxury car.)
Oh, and also Fords, don’t like Fords. I’ve had nothing but bad experiences with them.

Ooh! My coffee’s done!
Yay!
(I should be sleeping, but coffee is just more fun)
and I just lost interest in my own post

true story

if i was a cartoon, my hair would be blue

bleh

i've always wished i was an interesting person.