My New Blog
This is my new blog. If you care, replace my old "Random Spoutings" page with this new link in your favorites or blogroll. Hope to see you all over at EFx2.
I've got a few of my favorites linked over at my new place, as I'd like to keep in touch with a few of you. Feel free to come visit and comment.
Siyonara.
Homework, Work-work, Workin' It
I think I'm losing the taste for blogging. After going at it for about four months pretty solidly, I find myself frequently at a loss for words. I don't like to rehash the latest news events if I don't have to...enough people do that as it is; my name is not Matt Drudge. But my life really isn't interesting enough to post about every day, and I'm not a creative writer, so I can't just come up with funny shit like some of you can.
I haven't been posting shit lately, and it's not for the lack of trying. I just don't have much to say right now. I'm in a pretty damned good place in my life, and I don't have much to complain about. Work is good, school is good, relationship is
good, living situation...could be better. My lease is up at the end of this month and I'm not renewing it, but I don't have another place lined up, yet. I'm getting down to the wire, but I don't really have time to search for an affordable place. Jeremy found a nice house in south Minneapolis, but we'd need another roommate to be able to afford it, and most of the people I know (that I'd be willing to live with) are stuck in leases right now. What to do, what to do?
So for now, I'll probably just stick to lurking around the same old haunts and when the mood strikes me, I'll throw up a new post. Just don't forget about me, guys; I'll be around.
Until then,
Jennie
Frosted Flake
Word of the Day-Billet-doux: (noun) a love letter or note.
Okay, so I've been a little flaky lately. I blame the onset of my seasonal depression. I seem to be getting a little better grip on my situation, though. Things have been stressful...money has been tight. We all know about the Jer-jail fiasco- it's really taking its toll on me.
Due to my massive school/work-load, I've been hitting the sack real early these days. I hate winter. I'm clocked out by 9:30 every night. Jeremy usually stays up for a while, which I don't mind at all. Thursday morning when I came into the living room to gather my things for school, there was a
billet-doux lying on my laptop. It was so moving, I folded it up and kept it in my pocket for two days. I've told you all how amazing he is at writing...this was no different. I had been having an especially hard time last week and he knew this. He knows how to make me feel better about life.
Thursday night, his mother invited me to play Bingo for her birthday. I won fifty bucks! I never win at anything that involves money, so this was a very pleasant surprise. His brother, Tim, was there also (Jer was doing comedy) and kept buying me gin & tonics. I got just looped enough to sing that Kid Rock/Sheryl Crow duet song on karaoke. I
never sing karaoke.
Friday when I came home from work, Jeremy had the house all picked up AND he was doing the dishes- something I absolutely detest doing. I thought that was very kind of him, until yesterday, when I got home from work, I found that he had bought me four bunches of sweetheart roses- my favorite kind- in an assortment of colors. My day had just improved significantly, until I went to the ATM and found out that I had made a nine-dollar goof in my books which ended up costing me sixty-six dollars in overdraft fees. That ruined my day. I came home and cried over our plight. I was going to the ATM to pull out forty bucks for some groceries. Tonight it's rice and green beans again.
So here we are, back to being broke. He had planned to take me out for a date tonight, but due to my utter stupidity, this date has been cancelled. If it isn't one thing, it's another.
We Can Dance If You Want To
Okay, gentlemen, I'm back. Sorry for the
intense delay in posting, but my honey got out of jail, we had the holiday, we moved in together, and now I'm swamped between work and homework. My life as of recently has been a veritable
maelstrom of busy work and travel.
I'm glad to see you all care so much! (sniff, sniff) It's touching, really.
It'll probably take me a bit to get back to my usual snippy, snarky, sarcastic self, as I haven't even been online much to read the news that pisses me off.
Jeremy came down to Iowa with me for Thanksgiving and met my family, including my son. Those two had so much fun together! It was rather cute. Friday morning while cleaning the kitchen, I saw my son walk up to my boyfriend and tell him a secret. I saw Jeremy smile and give Gabe a big hug and kiss on the cheek. I asked him later what that was about, and he told me that Gabe had whispered to him that he loved him. I thought that was really sweet.
I'll try to keep up with the posting now that shit isn't so hectic, but after the month of December, my posting may slow down a bit. Right now Jeremy and I are looking for a new apartment in Minneapolis, so around the first of the year, we'll be busy moving, and I don't know what my wireless connection will be like.
We're moving in together. Oh my God.
Right now I'm sitting in Sociology with a teacher who can't control her class. Talking about government waste (time and energy)...now there's beating a dead horse. Nationalized health care, preventative medicine, insurance, blah blah blah.
I'm not going to make up for all the
Words of the Day I've missed, because that would be a damned long list. So here we go with today's
Word of the DayMaelstrom: (noun)
1. A large, powerful, or destructive whirlpool;
2. Something resembling a maelstrom; a violent, disordered, or turbulent state of affairs.
He's Ba-ack!
Word of the Day Chillax: (conjugated verb) Chill out, and relax.
Yeah, so the man's back and I'm a happy camper once again. Skipped school today, even, just so I could spend some time with him. He took me out for lunch and a couple of beers. It was nice.
Finally got laid.
Back to the grind tomorrow. Have a happy holiday for everyone who celebrates. He's meeting my family Thursday. Meeting my son. I've never introduced a boyfriend to my child, so this is a big step for me.
For those of you who don't celebrate Thanksgiving, have a couple beers because it's Thursday and you're not working.
Cum or Come?
It's
come, dammit!
As per the suggestion of a fellow blogger, I decided to click the old "Next Blog" button in the upper right-hand corner. I came to a blog dedicated to the technicalities of SIRIUS Satellite Radio. So I clicked "Next Blog" again. It brought me to the blog of a woman giving herself a relationship Q&A. It was like reading some cheesy Harlequin Romance novel. I will not link it here; just trust me when I say, "It's cheesy." She refers to her snatch as her "wetness." That should say it all.
One of the things that irks me most in the world of literature, technological or written, is the misspelling of the alternate word for orgasmic release. The word is "come" people, not "cum!"
I have actually heard people refer to this in the past tense as "cummed." As in, "I
cummed all over that bitch's face."
Cummed...idiots.
Word of the DayLambent: (adjective)
1. Playing lightly on or over a surface; flickering
2. Softly bright or radiant; luminous
3. Light and brilliant.
Two Posts In One Day?
Ever since I saw the Final Destination movies, I've had disturbing images of crashes pop into my head whenever I drive. Or whenever I see a plane landing or taking off. I can hear the sound of crunching metal and people screaming. This is not a good thing when you're driving seventy miles per hour down the freeway and see an incoming 747 descending just ahead of you. Anyone from the Cities knows that it's kind of creepy driving on Highway 62 next to the airport. Anyhow, remember the opening crash scene in FD2 where the big log falls off of the semi and goes through the cops head? Well, check
this out. Then go see the
video. It takes about 45 seconds, but you'll see the vehicle that was hit.
"...the government spent more each year on treating its addicts than it did on military aid to countries such as Colombia to fight the drug producers."Hmm...I doubt that. Most addicts just go to jail, where they do NOT receive treatment.
This got me pissed. I cannot believe that there are people who still think that American is not afraid of, or in bed with, the Saudis. If it were an American citizen that had committed this crime, they certainly wouldn't have gotten to choose where they spent their year. Are they going to provide a nice hand-woven silk rug on which he'll kneel and pray to Mecca five times daily? Probably.
Remember my religious post yesterday? Church really
is a
money-making scheme.
And finally, what post would be complete without ragging on Paris Hilton? She's got a new book out, faithful readers. It's called
Your Heiress Diary ~Confess It All to Me~.
This is a good review of the nincompoo...I mean, novelist.
I'll be back later with the
Word of the Day. Later, 'Taters!
Catching My Breath
Here's a little treat for anyone who thinks
retards are as funny as
I think they are.
Hang on...I've gotta pee after that. Whew!
Was that insensitive of me? Eh...who cares?
Does God Have Dish Network?
I'm going to go out on a limb and try to piss off my religious blogfriends out there.
Why is it that religious activist-types constantly preach about how wrong abortion is; how it interferes with "God's Plan," yet fight so vehemently for advances in medical technologies and drug testing? Don't those things interfere with "God's Plan" as well?
It seems to me that if one bodily function can be described as a "miracle of life," then the opposite must also be true. I'm pretty sure being opposite doesn't make it the "Devil's Work." Disease and death are just as much a part of the life cycle as conception and birth. If the life cycle was "created" by a spiritual being, what
ever you may call it, then
all functions and progressions of the body are creations as well, and if one shouldn't be tampered with, nor should any others.
Also...Why has every female televangelist I've ever seen looked like an enraged clown? They all wear very heavy blue eye makeup with black liquid liner and
thick black mascara. They all have bleached-blonde hair protected by an inpenetrable dome of AquaNet. Most of them have identifiable plastic surgery (the woman I specifically have in mind is the wife of one Rev. Jack VanImpe). Where are they getting all this money? I wasn't aware that preaching the Word of the Lord was such a lucrative business, but since the inception of Rev. Schaeffer's Hour of Power or whatever the hell it's called, Christian televangelists seem to be doing quite well for themselves. That makes me wonder where all the money that good Christian people "tithe" to these programs really goes?
There is a Christian non-denominational church in Austin, MN (pop. 27,000) that was built for the low, low price of $4.5 million. The place looks like a glorified machine shed (complete with beige permanent siding and no steeple) parked on the west side of town in the middle of an open lot. You go
inside, you'll see a lot of cheap drywall covered by antique white Dutch Boy and a sanctuary with some pews and a lot of folding chairs. But the technology in that church is any production geek's wet dream, complete with the most up-to-date, state of the art, digital audio and video equipment. Complete with satellite transmitters. Gotta get the Word out! They do NOT, however, broadcast any of their services.
My family scoffs because I don't attend church.
I scoff because they
do.
Serenity Now!
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
Words of the Day...sorry, I've been slacking.
Prestidigitation: (noun) skill in or performance of tricks; sleight of hand.
Kobold: (noun) in German folklore, a haunting spirit, gnome, or goblin.
Rubicund: (adjective) inclining to redness; ruddy; red.
It's a Twistuh! It's a Twistuh!
Here's some footage of the tornado that ripped apart the town of Woodward, Iowa on Saturday afternoon. My brother attends military school here. My mom finally got through by telephone last night; apparantly
this tornado hit three blocks south of the academy.
Pretty neat, huh?
Back to the Grind
I started my new job today. Back in the restaurant biz, but the money's okay, so what do you do, right? I did run my ass off, though. It'll be fun. I worked with some cool people today so I'm sure I'll like it.
Word of the DayEbullient: (adjective) A. overflowing with enthusiasm or excitement; high-spirited, B. boiling over.
How About the Weather?
Here in Minneapolis we've been having an unusually mild autumn. Today it was a balmy 60 degrees outside, with showers off and on throughout the day. When I was pulling away from my place on my way to go visit Jeremy, the sun began to shine through the rain. It was nice.
I had to go to Target to buy some cheap black shoes for my new job which begins tomorrow. I decided to ride the bus, since I had driven all the way to Anoka only to get a little lost and miss check-in for visiting. Bum-
mer! On my way back home, my grandmother called me (Happy 77th Grandma!) and told me that a tornado had just ripped through the town where my 15 year-old brother is attending military academy. Well, it looks like those boys will have some cleaning up to do! Eh, keep 'em busy. You know...idle hands.
Now a couple of hours later, here I sit sipping on my second Miller High Life (shut up, it was cheap and I'm poor), when I hear a great peal of thunder. As previously stated, this is quite unusual weather we're having for Minnesota (and Iowa) in November. Well, anyone who knows me
knows that I love me a thunderstorm. Oh, yeah. There's nothing better than cuddling on the sofa (or in bed) with your honey; the lights turned out, the TV off, and just listening to the storm. And perhaps making out a bit. But,
noooooo; he's in stupid jail in stupid Anoka and won't be out for another nine stupid days.
I hate this thunderstorm.
On to the
Word of the Day.
Diadem: (noun) a crown or ornamental headband signifying royalty; regal power or sovereignty; empire as symbolized by the crown.
To all the boys at Woodward Academy, keep on keepin' on! Nick, I hope you're okay (he gets to check my blog during school hours, isn't that cool?).
Socialism...I'll Have to Look Into That.
I'm a very complex person!And I guess I'm a Red bipartisan Nazi. That's nice to know.
Veteran's Day.
I know it's Veteran's Day today. I know I'll probably offend someone with the following statements. I know that there is nothing I can do about it, but dammit- this is
my blog and I can do whatever the hell I want, short of threatening the lives of people.
Many schools are not in-service today. What is that about? I remember going to school on Veteran's Day, because the old men from the VFW came with the State and National Banners and said the Pledge of Allegiance (the Under God version, thank you) and if memory serves, we'd sing something like America the Beautiful, and of course, the National Anthem. The students would just be happy to not be in class at the moment. Now they cancel school if a beloved Public Official has a good bowel movement.
Is it really necessary to shut down the Federal government for a day reserved for those who served in our nation's military? Because there are people out in the world that have important, time-sensitive shit coming and going through the United States Postal Service. If we're (soon) going to pay thirty-nine cents for a stamp, please move our letters.
Dammit, I wrote these two beautiful letters to my honey in jail, and my grandma sent me a card in the mail that likely has money in it. They were both supposed to arrive at their given destinations tommorow, but given the "break" the government apparently needed, I won't get the envelope from Grandma until Monday at the earliest, and that means I won't have any money to buy the new work shoes that I need to start my new job on
Sunday morning! This means I have to wear my knee-high hooker boots instead of the Sensible Black Shoes that I need to purchase. My dogs are gonna be barking!
Subject Two:As some of you (or none of you) may know, my apartment is pretty ghetto. I pay $600 a month for a 350 sq.ft. one-bedroom roach motel. I shouldn't even call it that; I've never seen a roach here. Even
they can't take it. Lots of spiders, lots of cracks in walls. I owe a little rent still, because Hey, I'm poor! but I almost feel justified in not paying simply because of all the things wrong in the place. I takes about 15 minutes to fill up the kitchen sink for dishes because the faucet sucks. I once came home after work last spring to find a bat flying around in here.
That was freaky. It flew past my head twice in the dark before I got to a light switch. It touched my hair. (shudder) There aren't any working outlets in the bathroom. The BATHROOM! Do any of you know how hard it is to curl your nearly waist-length hair standing in the middle of the 10'x15' living room with no mirror? 'Taint easy people!
Oh. My. Gosh. My neighbor upstairs, Harry, just stomped and (
no shit) a piece of plaster fell from the ceiling. See?
Ghetto.So this very morning, I was sitting in my living room doing some homework and having some lunch, when my neighbor Dyke Downstairs, came a-knocking. She came to tell me that we were all supposed to evacuate the building because there was a gas leak. Well, thank God she came and got me. I could have been blown up! I was just getting ready to hit my bong. I could have flicked my Bic (and my ass) straight into oblivion! So I changed out of my pajamas, threw all the important stuff (like everything for school, laptop included) into my backpack and headed out-of-doors. I parked on the front steps of the building, watched traffic, and smoked a couple of wunnies while listening to some tunes on the trusty mp3 player. While out there I was hit-on twice by the same dirty man walking by -an African immigrant that smelled like
something unidentifiable.A half-hour and some frozen toes later, we were let back into the building. All's safe, apparently, though I'm still leery. Dyke Downstairs told me that we're getting storm windows! That's fuckin
great because last winter was really damned cold. Windows rattling all the time, waking a person up in the middle of the night. Now if only we could do something about the bats.
The
Word of the Day is
Puissant: PWISS-uhnt, (adjective) powerful; strong; mighty.
Funny, I'd have thought that a faggy, Frenchy-like word such as that would have meant the direct opposite! The English language is baffling, isn't it?
Home?Cracks run down the walls
One hundred twenty-five years
Pay too much for this
Quiz Day
Lots of quizzes I've taken today. I took a sexual IQ quiz and got a 128; I scored higher than 95% of the people who had taken that quiz, with highest knowledge of "Safer Sex Practices." Do the results of that quiz make me a slut or just well practiced? I'm just curious. I didn't have much to do today by way of entertainment- well, other than take quizzes online and chat with Difster.
I got another letter from Jeremy today. This one ended a bit pornographically, I've got to admit. I haven't blushed like that in a long time. I've said it before and I'll say it again- his writing skills are
laudable. Shortly after I finished writing him back, he called me. We only got to speak for a couple minutes, but
man it was worth it. I miss him terribly, folks. He told me that he misses the smell of my hair, so I sent (along with the 8-page letter; 5 last night, 3 today) a Puffs tissue with a few drops of my shampoo on it. It's sealed inside the envelope now, but boy, does it smell nice. Like my hair, which is grapefruit and rose, in case you're wondering.
It's beginning to nauseate me, the way I fawn over this man. I'm not used to feeling this way about anyone. I typically wear the pants in a relationship, but such is not the case this time around. I kinda like being free of the reigns for once. Present situation aside, I really think he and I have something good. He's finally getting over his hang-ups and is beginning to be straight with me about his feelings. I guess jail will do that to a person...break down walls 'n' shit.
I wait in anticipation for the day we get to return to our lives and move forward together.
Ugh...I'm a shell of my former self. Just nauseating.
Doubtful I'll stop.
Perhaps you weren't paying attention but the
Word of the Day is
Laudable: (adjective) worthy of praise; commendable.
The Lost Art of Letter-writing
As we all know by now, my honey is in the clink. Well, I got the nicest letter from him today. Jeremy is not much of a linguist, nor are his spelling and grammar quite up to par, although punctuation is fair; however, Jeremy Cartwright can write a damn fine letter. So fine, in fact, that I'm going to take a little break right now to read it again...
(sigh)I miss my boyfriend. And he misses me, too.
I am not a very good letter-writer. Well, a good
anything writer, for that matter. I know what I want to say in my letter back to him, but I know that once I try to write it out, it'll disappear. I'll sit there and stare at the paper, not knowing where to start. Just like I do everyday with my blog, here!
Thirteen days to go...
(Fanfare) And the
Word of the Day is:
Oneiric: (adjective) of, pertaining to, or suggestive of dreams; dreamy.
Scraps: a haiku
Scraps of white paper
Discarded into a box
All your dreams in ink
Still No Boyfriend
So he didn't get the day-pass. His mom went and picked up his keys today; she brought them to be and I went over to his place and picked up a bit. You know, dishes and laundry and the like. I also got any old food out of the fridge and took out the trash. I'm such a good girlfriend, aren't I?
I really just wanted to get my razor back. I found his stash in the freezer and took it. I'm guessing he'll be on probation or something once he gets out, so he can't smoke it, anyhow. It was nice being in there, though. I had to lay on his side of the bed for a little bit and miss him. Sickening, huh? I thought so, too.
Fourteen days left...
The
Word of the Day is:
Nosegay: (noun) a bunch of odorous and showy flower; a bouquet; a posy.
I'd have thought
nosegay referred to a smelly homo. My mistake!
Drawing Blanks.
The
Word of the Day is:
Propitious: (adjective) presenting favorable circumstances or conditions; favorably inclined; gracious; benevolent.
I have nothing today, folks.
Jer, possibly, gets a day-pass tomorrow so he can get his affairs in order before he goes back to jail for fifteen more days. I won't know until he calls me; if it's during school, I'm taking off and getting some. For real.
Aw...Man!
Crap just keeps piling up. Now, I'm about to head out of town, and if for some reason my car doesn't make it, I'll be
convinced that karma is biting me in the ass for something. A person can only take so much adversity before they quit being the generally happy person they usually are!
*sigh*
Okay. So yesterday Jer had a court appearance for that
little mishap back in September. This was at 8am. When I got out of school at 1pm I gave him a call. His phone was off, which I found odd because he should have been home long ago. Uh, oh...bad feeling. Cut to 9pm last night, Jer's mom called me. Apparently, the judge felt it necessary to put him into the Anoka County Workhouse for twenty (now nineteen!) days. Now:
A) he lipped off to the judge (possible);
B) he tried jumping the bench (also possible, but not likely); or,
C) he didn't have any money to throw down on his fines, so the judge is making him work it off. It's not like he has a job waiting for him out here.
We know Broke-ass Jeremy and have decided that C is the most likely scenario. Monday evening, Jane his mother, and I will be going to his place to pack up his things because apparently he doesn't plan on going back there. Since he has no money, no job, and is now in jail, essentially, this seems like a decent plan. He'll probably end up at his mom's for a little while; doubtful he'll end up here with me- I don't think we're ready for that, yet, but if it comes down to it, then sure, I'll take him. After all, I do live much closer to the comedy scene than his mother does. And I like him. Come to think of it, splitting rent here wouldn't be bad...
Nope. Not yet.
So any ModBloggers that may be reading this- Sorry, folks! Don't know what else to tell ya. Swing by here for updates, I guess, because I don't have the proper authorization to invade His Blogdom. I don't have any more information right now, but I'll notify you (namely Ford 'n' Evil) accordingly. I don't even know if I can go visit him or write him letters. I am sad. Poor guy; I can't wait to see him.
Eighteen days...
Word of the DayDapple: 1. (noun) a small contrasting spot or blotch; a mottled appearance, especially of the coat of an animal (as a horse).
2. (adjective) marked with contrasting patches or spots; dappled.
3. (transitive verb) to mark with patche of a color or shape; to spot.
4. (intransitive verb) to become dappled.
Try using all four variations tomorrow!
Ranting
Today's
Word of the Day is:
Mores: [mohr-AYS](pl. noun) the fixed customs of a particular group that are morally binding upon all members of the group; moral attitudes, customs, habits, or ways.
Suck it up, dude. Now the prices at Home Depot will go up to pay for the legal fees and whatever settlement the courts deem worthy for this man that got his ass glued to a toilet seat. Didn't he look at the seat before plopping his butt on it? I don't know about you folks, but I always wipe down the seat of a public toilet before I use it. And wash your hands, people!
Does
this surprise anyone? It didn't surprise me. Decent filmmaker, sure; it seems he's just a little lacking in the personality department. Of course, M&M isn't the only "celebrity" that preaches one thing then turns around and does another. When I see these little articles bitching about some celebrity done somebody wrong, I think, "So the fuck what?" I believe that everyone should follow suit, thus eradicating crappy articles about B-list celebrities that pissed someone off.
Okay, now I'd like to know who thought it'd be a
good idea to give elementary-aged kids sexual literature. That's like sticking first-graders in a class where they tell them that pot and beer will kill you and destroy your family. What? They do that too? That's right! They call it DARE. Crap, my child is doomed.
Well, by the time
Ms. Wallace gets out of prison that student will be well on her way to wearing a mullet and changing her name to Chris. Maybe by that time they'll be able to have the wedding they've always dreamed of...two brides in white. One question remains, though; why wouldn't Ms. Wallace get charged with statutory rape? Is it possibly due to the lack of phallic penetration? Just curious.
How about we cancel Christmas all together? No more bitching about
Jesus or Santa Claus. Better yet, let's cancel
all holidays, that way NO ONE can have any fun! If the foundation of Christmas may not be displayed publicly, then neither may a menorah during Chanukah, nor whatever little display folks do for Qwanzaa (who knows, right?). Valentine's Day abolished! It's named after a saint; part of the Catholic church, therefore Christian. It must go! Flag day? That's not the country I was born in...those Stars and Stripes offend me, they do! Hallowe'en must go. It's a pagan holiday; it offends me, too! Thanksgiving, of course, has to go as well. Who are we thanking? Not Allah, certainly! Do not push your religion onto me!
Do these bastards even realize the double-standard they are setting? They're imposing their religious (or non-) beliefs onto me just as much as the oppposite is true. For some reason, I just don't think that they do.
Let me get this
straight- it's wonderful if a person "comes out" as being gay, but if that person decides that it isn't the right way for him to live, he is ostracized by the community that was so quick to embrace him? Just checking.
Thanks,
WorldNetDaily, for giving me fodder for my blog.
Not Much.
Word of the Day:Subfusc: (adjective) dark or dull in color; drab, dusky.
I'm feeling a little
subfusc today. Kinda drab, kinda murky. Kinda bored. The homework's done, the boyfriend is out of town, and the TV is probably in some pawn shop, sold off for crack. Nothing on on Wednesdays, anyhow. They say that TV rots your brain, but I'm pretty sure blogging does, too. I can't prove this, yet, but it'll happen. I wonder what quality programming I'm missing on PBS?
It's 7:40 pm and, already, I want to go to bed. Isn't that sad? I've got a belly-full of Ramen and green beans; maybe I'll just crawl in the sack and read some Stephen King and listen to NPR. Now, I could waste space here and bitch about the economy, the president, or any number of polititians (or any celebrity for that matter), about any number of subjects that piss me off, but where would I begin? With whom would I start? How do I narrow down the list? I'm so irked about so many things right now, I can't even decide which is nagging me the most.
I'll just leave you with these thoughts: Bill O'Reilly is full of shit; Chocolate-covered English toffee is good; The earth is of no significance in the grand scheme of things; The War on Drugs is a farce; I like Sharp Cheddar cheese on Wheatables crackers.
Playing Catch-up pt. 2
Hello, faithful reader(s). How's it been? Well, this week had a better start to it than last week, that's for sure. I miss my TV more than I thought I would. Eh...I'm not going to dwell on it.
The joke writing has come to a screeching halt. I can identify material easily enough, but I just can't seem to find the twist that makes it funny. It's frustrating as hell. Alas! I am but a
neophyte and have much, yet, to learn.
People seem to be quiet, these days. Is it the weather? Are people getting depressed due to the impending onset of winter? It's been pretty nice here in the Cities...sunny and 50-60 degrees for the past week. Tomorrow is supposed to be 65, then it starts going downhill from there. I've already had to scrape frost off my car windows, twice. That's depressing, isn't it? Where did the summer go?
So everyone had a good Halloween? Great; I hope you all enjoyed the Razor-licious apples I set out. Now Xmas can officially begin. I was appalled two weeks ago to walk into a department store to hear Xmas muzak already. Decorations and sale items displayed for the hapless matrons hoping to get the "good deals" while they still have money amidst this lull between summer gas prices and winter heating bills. Lordy knows we're all gonna be broke soon enough. Stores are already bitching about not making enough money this holiday shopping season. Give me turkey at Thanksgiving and booze at New Year's and that's all the holiday season I need. Or can handle, for that matter.
Speaking of quiet people, I think things on the relationship front are not all happy as they were just a short time ago. He's pensive; I find him staring at me a lot while lying in bed. I can feel him staring (glaring?) at me while my eyes are closed. I'll open my eyes and bust him. I ask why; he shrugs me off. He's cooled, a bit. Still is very sweet, but just doesn't seem to care a whole lot either way. This all started with a very dumb decision on my part that took place Thursday night. He told me I had permission, but I think once it finally came down to it, he didn't like it at all; now either he's preparing to break up with me, or I'm just paranoid. Oh well, I guess I'll find out soon enough, won't I?
Neophyte: (noun) a new convert or proselyte; a novice or beginner in anything.
Update:He's been writing haiku; I can, too.
"Can't wait to break up."
He said he didn't mean it;
Then why was it said?
Update pt. 2You said you're sorry;
Apology accepted.
Now let's go make out.
The BackstoryThis is so juvenile...
I made out with some guy out of sheer curiosity. We had liked each other for some time, but were both attached and not willing to end our respective relationships. We decided to fool around...no sex.
I had (have) permission to have sex with other men as long as I tell Jeremy about it afterward. Weird, huh? Well, Jer walked up on us like nothing was happening; we went home and had angry sex; on both our parts. He, I assume, because he found me making out with this guy; myself, because I don't like that he's given me this kind of freedom. I
will take full advantage if given the opportunity, and that's not how I want this to go down. He says it's only cheating when it gets emotional. He wants me to believe he's unaffected by this, but I don't know. Sometimes I really think I like him more than he likes me. He acts like he's got no feelings to hurt, and that bothers me. If that's really the case, then this relationship is one-sided. I know his problem in relationships is apathy...and that's exactly what I'm dealing with here. Be pissed, be happy, just don't be apathetic.
So this afternoon he said something that hurt my feelings (read the first haiku), but retracted it when I told him that it
did, in fact, hurt my feelings; also, that if that's what he really wanted, it could be quickly arranged. I began to gather my things and he told me he was sorry and that he didn't want me to "go anywhere any time soon." Gee, thanks. Instill some confidence in me, please.
Simply put, I've got it bad for this dude and he knows it, yet chooses to act as if it's unimportant to him.
If you don't care either way about me, I'd rather you just left me alone.
I hope he reads this tonight.
Slack mode.
I'm busy. I've got nothing to write about. I've been writing more jokes lately. Jeremy bought me a little pocket 5star notebook to keep around to write down my random thoughts. I love it. I write jokes while sitting in Sociology class. Maybe I'll let one of the new ones out soon. I really want to get on stage...I just don't know if I'm ready. Lack of material, et al.
I'll post the
Word of the Day later on. Gonna go drink some bloody mary's now.
I hate the cops.
Today's
Word of the Day is:
Virago: (noun) a woman of extraordinary stature, strength, and courage; a woman regarded as loud, scolding, ill-tempered, quarrelsome, or overbearing.
Well, we know that yesterday was a bit of a bummer for me, but to top it off at the end of the night, the city of Minneapolis gave me a parking ticket in a legal spot right in front of my building. I had only been there an hour or so. They're so quick to pounce on the good guy, aren't they? Where the fuck were they when my house was being robbed? Needless to say, I'm fighting this one in traffic court. I don't have $34 to shell over to those bastards. They're not even doing their jobs, as far as I'm concerned.
Fucking cops.
I think today's
Word of the Day suits me quite well. Agree?
You better.
Fuck.
Theiving Cunts.
Well, faithful reader(s), I was robbed. For real. Someone came in to my home and stole things from me. Well, two things. My TV and my DVD player. Didn't take any movies, didn't even take the remotes to either of them. Theiving cunts.
Thankfully, earlier on in the evening, I decided to take my laptop to the comedy club so I could work on some homework while I waited for my honey to finish. Even more thankfully, I decided to stay at his place last night. I may not have been here today to
bruit over this event to you. I could have been killed; I'm positive this person went into my bedroom.
I came home this morning before school to take a shower only to find my door wide open and my living room light on; also, my TV and DVD player gone. They didn't even take my Nintendo 64...it was sitting right there, for pete's sake? Theiving cunts.
Now I am very sad. I feel quite victimized, as this is not the first time that I've been robbed while living in my current place of residence. In the past year and three days, my car has been vandalized twice and my apartment has been broken into twice. This is the first time anything was taken from my house, though.
So does anyone know what happened in General Hospital today?
I have no TV to watch it.
Can't watch the World Series.
Can't watch football on Saturday or Sunday or Monday.
Can't watch Jeopardy!
And of course, no General Hospital.
Here's the
Word of the Day:Bruit: (transitive verb) to report; to noise abroad.
Playing Catch-up
Okay, since I've slacked over the weekend, we've got some catching up to do on the
Words of the (past few) Day(s).Loquacious: (adjective)very talkative; wordy.
Orotund: (adjective) characterized by fullness; clarity, strength and smoothness of sound; pompous; bombastic.
Umbrage: (noun) shade, shadow; a vague or indistince indication or suggestion; reason for doubt or suspicion; suspicion of injury or wrong.
Jordis and Me.
Whew! Got that out of the way!
So I went back home and got the pictures back from the
American Headcharge show. The pic with Jordis turned out well, I think. I was pretty lit by that time. Here's my buddy Armando and myself. We were both pretty lit by that time.
Mondo and Me.
Time to go eat some Shrimp Ramen with Lime. Don't tell Jeremy, though; he doesn't like it when I eat Ramen. But what do you do when you're broke and hungry? Thaaaaat's right; eat Ramen.
In response to Bane's meme
Two names I go by:
1. Mommy
2. Jen
Two things that scare me:
1. My son growing up like his father
2. Being a failure
Two of my Everyday Essentials:
1. Water
2. Food
Two things I am wearing right now:
1. My boyfriend's "Hemp: It's Everywhere You Want to Be" t-shirt
2. My favorite "church jeans"
Two things I want in a relationship:
1. Honesty
2. Great sex
Two truths:
1. Men are not stupid, just simple
2. Chicks are nuts
Two things I hate:
1. Bad grammar/diction/typos
2. The public in general
Two physical things that appeal to me:
1. Large penis
2. Stick-out ears
Two of my favorite hobbies:
1. Getting fucked up
2. Having angry sex
Two things I want really badly:
1. Someone to share my life with that doesn't want marriage
2. My Babydaddy to get his fucking act together
Two places I want to go on vacation:
1. Backpacking in Mongolia
2. Backpacking through Europe.
Two things I want to do before I die:
1. Produce my own travel documentaries
2. Perform stand-up comedy
Two ways that I am stereotypically a girl:
1. I like gifts
2. I like chocolate
Two things I wouldn't normally admit:
1. I'm not as cool as people think I am
2. I like David Allen Coe
Political Goings-On
Today Saddam went to court, pled not guilty, and now court is adjourned until November 28, I believe. He wouldn't confirm his identity (chicken shit), mouthed off to the court (child), and insists on claiming he's still the ruler of Iraq (egomaniac). The citizens of Iraq are really gunning for execution; I say fire away. Go read
this strip. It's funny.
Speaking of government officials going to court...
There is now an arrest warrant out for Tom DeLay for money laundering and something else- I forget...was it fraud? Those two typically go together. I'm too lazy before bed to Google it. As if he didn't make enough money being the House Speaker, he had to earn extra
pelf illegally.
Now Karl Rove is under the gun for leaking the name of a CIA agent to the press. Feds are seriously considering pressing charges.
Is anyone noticing a pattern happening within the Republican party? It seems that the people Dub appointed are all turning out to be crooked. Pretty soon we'll find that Condi Rice is embezzelling money to get her teeth fixed!
Bad things are happening in Washington, folks.
On to the
Word of the Day...Pelf: (noun( money, riches, or gain; generally conveying the idea of something ill-gotten.
You Think I Ain't Worth a Dollar, But I Feel Like a Millionaire. Well, a Fiver, At Least
My
is worth
$0.00.
How much is your blog worth?I knew it...my blog isn't worth a damned penny. Thanks, Bane, for reminding me just how worthless I really am. The sad this is, I knew exactly what the answer would be, yet I went anyhow. Isn't that sick? It's like an itch you just have to scratch, isn't it? In any case, here's the
Word of the Day for all my
votaries whom's blogs probably are worth something.
Votary: (noun) 1. One who is devoted, given, or addicted to some particular pursuit, subject, study, or way of life; 2. A devoted admirer; 3. A devout adherent of a religion or cult; 4. A dedicated believer or advocate.
Time to hit the books again. I'm only here because I needed a little break from the Sociology notes I've been taking for the past three hours. Now it's on to Mass Media Law & Ethics. Now there are two things that just don't sound right together, huh?
Have a good one, folks.
Ranting
The
Word of the Day is
Aberrant: (adjective) markedly different from an accepted norm; deviating from the ordinary or natural type; abnormal.
Come on, Wilma. Come on, Wilma!
Come on, Wilma!!!They're saying it'll hit the Naples, Fla area; too bad. I was really hoping for the three inches of rain that'll sink New Orleans again.
Does that make me a bad person? Maybe... Do I care? Not at all.
People in this area are bitching about the colors of the fall leaves not being as brilliant as in years past. Of course, the typical culprit is being blamed...that dratted global warming. Fuck off, people! It takes at least three hours of 30 degree temperatures to turn off the chlorophyll in the trees, thus bringing out the bright reds, oranges, and yellows. Fall leaves are pretty, granted, but hitting 75 in the middle of October is
so much better! A year ago today, here in the Cities, we had snow. Today, I went golfing after school. I wore shorts and sandals! I've got my windows open in my apartment! Quit wishing for cold weather, dammit!
Rocky VI? Give me a God-damned break! Let a dead dog lie, would you Sly? This is one movie I will
not be seeing.
Also in recent news, fourteen Neo-Nazis are being blamed for rioting in North Toledo, Ohio. I've had people bitch to me about the views of these people and how they shouldn't be protected by the First Amendment.
What?! Are you fucking insane? Let's start over here...
No one wants to look at the fact that (bigots though they be) the Neo's weren't the ones inciting riots. They were publicly and
peacefully gathered, stating their horribly skewed opinions. That is their right, and who are we to commit prior restraint? This blame would be better aimed toward the black people that started throwing rocks at
innocents and set buildings on fire. Does this suprise anyone? It seems that rioting is a favorite passtime for our African-American...wait,
black citizens. This hyphenated American shit is a post saved for another day. Once we start silencing one group of citizens, others will soon follow. Pretty soon, gay people can't demonstrate, religious people can't demonstrate, war opposers can't demonstrate.
Personally, I'd rather see fuckheads like the Neo's demonstrate their
aberrant views publicly because then I can keep an eye on their goings-on. Take the Islamic sleeper cells here in the States, for example. I wish they'd hold public demonstrations, because then we'd know where they are and what they are up to. If I don't like what a group has to say, I can a) Go across the street and hold my own signs, or b) Go home and hate them privately. Either way, Freedom of Speech is a right granted to us all, regardless of opinion.
Also, if this were Black Panthers holding a rally and white folks started inciting riots, who the
hell do you think would be blamed for the ensuing fight? The white folks, thats who. We can't win! It seems these days that minorities have all the freedom of expression they can handle (and can't handle it well), but who is here to protect white people? No one. We're just racists if we speak out. You know it, I know it.
Okay, I'm out of steam. Time to watch South Park and get my head screwed on straight before bedtime. Nighty-night folks.
Nap Time
I'm ready for a nap. After a full eight hours of sleep, for once, Jer and I got up and went to his brother's house for breakfast. I've stated before that my honey can throw down with the best of 'em, but apparently, so can Tim. Tim says he learned from Jeremy, so I guess it makes sense that he can cook too. Omelets and bloody marys. Mmm.
After this, we all got down to business, i.e. the actual reason we went over there. We began wrenching on my car for a while. Now, hopefully, emissions testing won't be brought back in this state any time soon, because Tim drilled a two inch diameter hole in my catalytic converter, gutted it out and welded it closed again. The car runs much better, and he said that I should start getting better gas mileage, as well. He did it to his truck last fall and its been running like a champ ever since. My baby is too. She's purring like a kitten in a tin can...my Saturn sounds like a death machine barrelling down the road, yet not loud enough to be pulled over by the pigs.
After a couple bloodies and three beers, Jeremy and I went to his comedy troupe's practice session. They've got a big gig on Halloween night at the Varsity theater in Dinkytown. It's coming along quite nicely...many funny skits.
We're home now and I'm feeling a bit
lackadaisical about doing homework. Much like you all are about reading this post, I'm sure. I've got a couple chapters of notes to take for Mass Media Law & Ethics and Sociology, but I just don't feel like doing it. That's all I've done all weekend is take fucking notes. Well, that and drink.
Word of the Day-Lackadaisical: (adjective) lacking spirit of liveliness; showing lack of interest; languid; listless.
Sweetest Day?
Today's
Word of the Day is
Abjure: (transitive verb) to abstain from, renounce, or reject; to shun.
Today I
abjure from drinking. Well, drinking heavily (as I sip on a can of Miller High Life). Hey, it isn't called the "Champagne of Beers" for nothing, folks! Jeremy and I drank way too much last night. His corporate gig went well, considering the shitty acoustics and what-not. Read more about that in yesterday's update.
Due to the two hours of sleep he got the night before (partially my fault) he was very, very sleepy when he got home from work. But he brought home some beer, made me dinner while I took a nap (I cleaned the apartment), and we commenced to drinking after dinner. Due to his excessive sleepiness, he decided that he was
not going to do comedy. Well, after about a 6-pack a piece and a couple of joints with neighbor, Angus, he decided, sure we'll go do some comedy. Good thing he did, too; he was scheduled to emcee.
So we got to the Corner Bar and nearly all the performing comics were in the bag. This never happens. A couple of guys might go on stage with a little buzz, but most of them take their first beers on stage with them. Gotta have a straight head and all that. Last night this was not the case. They were all drunk before the show and the last three guys (out of twelve) were hammered by the time they came up. This made for a great show in a packed house.
The show ran from 10pm to midnight; we stayed at the bar and socialized for a while afterward. There were some Wisconsin Badger fans in there due to the impending game today (which the Gophers ultimately lost), that were shouting their battle cries. This did not go over well in the Corner Bar, which is located in Dinkytown. Dinkytown is what the locals call the part of Minneapolis that surrounds the University of Minnesota. Needless to say, the Badger fans were quickly out-chanted.
We then came home, had some crazy sex for a couple of hours (yes, for two hours) then slept in until 3:30 this afternoon. I woke up this morning with a horribly sore throat- I think it's from all the screaming I did. Thank God for Astroglide or it would have been much worse. Gotta love anal!
Thanks, everyone, for the finger-crossing yesterday. They had a great set, and the people that they
needed to perform for loved their material. They get their corporate letters and payment on Tuesday. I'm still so proud of my honey. He just ran to the grocery store...I wonder what he's making for dinner tonight?
It better be good...I'm fucking starving.
Well, This is It
No
Word of the Day right now- this is just a quick post. I'll finish it later.
Today my
honey has a nooner. Ha, ha, filthy minds, not that kind. As you may or may not know, he does stand-up comedy here in the Twin Cities. He's good, too; and that's not just me talking.
Anyhoo, today he has a great opportunity- a corporate gig for Best Buy and the United Way. It's being held in the Best Buy Corporate Headquarters out in Bloomington, in which he has to do 15 minutes of "Disney clean" material. Now this may prove daunting for him, as he's a bit of cusser. This is an excellent event to put on his resume, and could really make or break his upcoming national tour. This even could mean sponsorship (which, as of yet, he does not have).
So, do me a favor, faithful reader(s)...just keep your fingers crossed for him...he really needs this.
I'm so proud of him.
Update:Okay, kids, here's the
Word of the Day:
Sinecure: (noun) an office or position that requires or involves little or no responsibility, work, or active service.
Very similar to the presidency, eh? Let the Cabinet make all the decisions while you relax and get hummers in the Oval Office. Have Karl Rove think for you while you relax and play Chutes and Ladders in the Blue Room.
So the gig went fairly well, I guess. Jer went a little short, as he forgot a couple of jokes. They were his best two, as well, but eh- it was still a great set. No F-bombs were dropped and that is what he was really worried about. It was located in the atrium of the BBHQ while all the corporate types were having their lunches. The acoustics were awful, though. Too-high ceilings, too-open space; you know the drill. The people were laughing, but for some reason were reluctant to applaud. That's pretty typical of Cities audiences, though, I've noticed. They'll laugh their pants off, but won't applaud. It's weird. I've heard from some of the comics I know that audience here are really stiff reactors. The important thing is, that Jer and the other three comics will be getting their corporate thank you's on nice letterheads from Best Buy and the United Way. That shit looks fantastic in a portfolio, and a comic can get a lot of mileage from a good corporate letter, so "Bravo, honey!"
Then we went back to the Caribou Coffee where he and another comic,
Wayne, work and he made me a
killer mocha, complete with chocolate-covered coffee beans and chocolate shavings so that when I got to the bottom of the cup there was a huge glob of chocolate waiting for me to slurp up. Mmm! Bought myself a pound of Sumatran Peaberry that I can't wait to brew later tonight (I was thinking of you, Salt).
