And this, my good friends, IS WHY I DO NOT GO TO FAIRS.
Showing posts with label thursday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thursday. Show all posts
Thursday, August 6, 2009
i put my dick in her mouth... in her pretty little mouth.
I have but two pictures to share with you (err, mostly w/ Mr. C., but you all can look at them too). These were the RULLY PURDY FOLKS standing in front of me at the OLDE TYME FAIRE in Syracuse two weeks ago. Unfortunately I'm not very gifted with the camera and these were taken on my iPhone, but I think you get the idea...
Thursday, April 16, 2009
quarter-life crisis update.
My life as of late in extended-list format. Enjoy it fuckers.
1) Joe and I picked up some excellent tickets for the Chiefs/Bisons game Friday night - first base side, second row, directly in back (on top of) the visitors' dugout - which means awesome views of triple-A Mets, including first baseman Nick Evans (!!!!) and 2nd baseman Argenis Reyes. I'm more than excited for this game - there's a beer tasting beforehand and fireworks afterwards - but I don't know if I'm going to root for the Chiefs or the Bisons. I typically wear my Mets shirts and shout for the Chiefs in regular games, but this time I feel I'm going to be shouting a hell of a lot more at Babyface than at CF Lastings Milledge (who I'd love to thank for giving the Mets Church and Schneider, but I'm no asshole...)
Perhaps I'll just wear something slutty... you know, even the playing field.
2) Yesterday I was threatened by a man with scabies. (Have I mentioned lately that I hate my job?) He came in my office wielding a cane and threatened to stab me because we're "all motherfuckers." Let it be known that this had NOTHING to do with me... I was just the closest one around. I usually don't get freaked out by things like this - hell, I used to walk home at 3am down in the ghettooooo near BBB by myself and was fine - but I was cornered in my office with nowhere to go but under my desk.
Also he sat in my chair. Subsequently, I can't sit in it. No scabies for me, thanks.
3) I bought a MacBook (!!!!!!) on Monday. One of the girls in S_S was selling hers for the right amount in the right place ($700, Geneseo) so I took a mini-roadtrip and picked it up. IT'S AWESOME. IT'S SO QUIET. IT ACTUALLY TURNS ON AND OFF. I made myself clean my room before I put it on my desk, so double-win: new computer and newly cleaned room.
4) I'm working on a super secret jewelry project. Ok, it really isn't super secret at all, but there's no easy way to explain what I'm doing. Let's just say it involved agate slices, copper patina and decals. I've procured a few key instruments too - two dremels, access to all bits I could need, and a color inkjet printer - thanks to my father and his toybox (garage). And although I've dropped $100 so far on supplies, this is by far the most fun and intensive project I've ever gotten my hands tied to.
I experimented with a bunch of patinas last night - it was definitely fun. I found an ancient roll of copper flashing at Lowes (no thanks to the four guys it took to help me find it) for $30 that should last me til I die and picked up a pair of tin snips too, then hightailed it to Rite Aid to pick up the most volatile ingredients they sell (bleach, acetone, ammonia, and vinager - I think the clerk thought I was making a bomb). On a whim I grabbed a bottle of cheapo hairdye, a bottle of coke and salt-and-vinager chips. I had to peel the silicone backing off the flashing (and cut myself in the process) and sat around rather unpatiently for two hours waiting for the effects. There were some duds (the chips just made the copper soft and super pliable) but the hairdye made the copper look like leather (!!!!) and a mix of vinager, salt and bleach made an awesome pattern. Oddly enough, cherry vodka worked pretty well in dulling the pieces too...
5) I'm getting $300 back in federal taxes... but I owe the state $150. Last year I broke even, so I take this as a sign of me moving up in the world.
6) Easter was much better than I thought it would be - at least on my mom's side anyway (such is typically not the case!). My cousin Ashly was up from Texas with her husband and I haven't seen her since I was 10 and, come to find out, her brother LIVES here now (and I haven't seen him for as long either). It was AWESOME. I now see why I am how I am. And John is coming to the Presidents show next week =D
I also ate tons of kielbasa which satiated me in ways I never thought possible...
There Don, are you happy yet?
1) Joe and I picked up some excellent tickets for the Chiefs/Bisons game Friday night - first base side, second row, directly in back (on top of) the visitors' dugout - which means awesome views of triple-A Mets, including first baseman Nick Evans (!!!!) and 2nd baseman Argenis Reyes. I'm more than excited for this game - there's a beer tasting beforehand and fireworks afterwards - but I don't know if I'm going to root for the Chiefs or the Bisons. I typically wear my Mets shirts and shout for the Chiefs in regular games, but this time I feel I'm going to be shouting a hell of a lot more at Babyface than at CF Lastings Milledge (who I'd love to thank for giving the Mets Church and Schneider, but I'm no asshole...)
Perhaps I'll just wear something slutty... you know, even the playing field.
2) Yesterday I was threatened by a man with scabies. (Have I mentioned lately that I hate my job?) He came in my office wielding a cane and threatened to stab me because we're "all motherfuckers." Let it be known that this had NOTHING to do with me... I was just the closest one around. I usually don't get freaked out by things like this - hell, I used to walk home at 3am down in the ghettooooo near BBB by myself and was fine - but I was cornered in my office with nowhere to go but under my desk.
Also he sat in my chair. Subsequently, I can't sit in it. No scabies for me, thanks.
3) I bought a MacBook (!!!!!!) on Monday. One of the girls in S_S was selling hers for the right amount in the right place ($700, Geneseo) so I took a mini-roadtrip and picked it up. IT'S AWESOME. IT'S SO QUIET. IT ACTUALLY TURNS ON AND OFF. I made myself clean my room before I put it on my desk, so double-win: new computer and newly cleaned room.
4) I'm working on a super secret jewelry project. Ok, it really isn't super secret at all, but there's no easy way to explain what I'm doing. Let's just say it involved agate slices, copper patina and decals. I've procured a few key instruments too - two dremels, access to all bits I could need, and a color inkjet printer - thanks to my father and his toybox (garage). And although I've dropped $100 so far on supplies, this is by far the most fun and intensive project I've ever gotten my hands tied to.
I experimented with a bunch of patinas last night - it was definitely fun. I found an ancient roll of copper flashing at Lowes (no thanks to the four guys it took to help me find it) for $30 that should last me til I die and picked up a pair of tin snips too, then hightailed it to Rite Aid to pick up the most volatile ingredients they sell (bleach, acetone, ammonia, and vinager - I think the clerk thought I was making a bomb). On a whim I grabbed a bottle of cheapo hairdye, a bottle of coke and salt-and-vinager chips. I had to peel the silicone backing off the flashing (and cut myself in the process) and sat around rather unpatiently for two hours waiting for the effects. There were some duds (the chips just made the copper soft and super pliable) but the hairdye made the copper look like leather (!!!!) and a mix of vinager, salt and bleach made an awesome pattern. Oddly enough, cherry vodka worked pretty well in dulling the pieces too...
5) I'm getting $300 back in federal taxes... but I owe the state $150. Last year I broke even, so I take this as a sign of me moving up in the world.
6) Easter was much better than I thought it would be - at least on my mom's side anyway (such is typically not the case!). My cousin Ashly was up from Texas with her husband and I haven't seen her since I was 10 and, come to find out, her brother LIVES here now (and I haven't seen him for as long either). It was AWESOME. I now see why I am how I am. And John is coming to the Presidents show next week =D
I also ate tons of kielbasa which satiated me in ways I never thought possible...
There Don, are you happy yet?
Thursday, February 12, 2009
in which i ramble on and on... and on.
I know, it's Thursday and I'm supposed to post some lengthy discussion with myself over an issue that's hot on my mind. I WAS planning on a Valentine's Day bashing (and am still planning a snark for tomorrow, based on all years passed), but since I'm now back together with the boyfran, you get no hypercritical Amanda - you only get to read about what my plans are (AND HELP ME MAKE THEM BETTER).
Joe and I, initially (ok, on Monday) had planned to go to Skaneateles for a nice dinner on the lake. That was quickly cast aside when we realized that such a feat would set us back $200 - for dinner alone. And we'd probably end up with something straight off of Top Chef (you know, with "osso bucco" and "aioli" and other words that nobody knows the meaning of). Talk quickly changed to nice city restaurants - we checked out Pascale's Wine Bar, Gentile's, etc... but no dice. More creme fraiche. We decided on Pastabilities (yummm hot tomato oil and stretch bread!) and I was supposed to call and make reservations yesterday... but they're all booked. And have been for a month.
Cue freaking out.
So I tried Pascale's. And Lemongrass. And Delmonicos. And Francescas. And they're all booked. I'm pretty sure if I tried calling Olive Garden they would have laughed in my face too. Apparently everyone is so set in their relationships that they can make V-day reservations months in advance (slap in the face, thanks). So, instead of stooping to the likes of McD's and Taco Bell, Joe and I have decided to make our own V-day dinner.
Cost effective, tasty and super romantic.
(Because nothing says romantic like a plastic beer pong table, folding chairs and whatever candles we can find lying around.)
FWIW, I think this is an excellent idea. We're both strapped for cash and don't want to go somewhere and be disappointed with the food. We also have plans for later that night (Vote for Pete is playing at Pizza Man Pub) and would prefer not to be tied down with time either. But now we have to figure out what to make....
The discussion for main entrees yielded no real winners. Joe and I make dinner all the time - and it's mostly things other people would consider more "luxury" food (in a very loose, "I can't figure out another fitting term," sort of way). We make a lot of Thai food, a lot of Indian stuff, nice soups, homemade pasta sauce... you name it, we've probably made it. I know Joe is thinking that something seafood-y would be perfect - but not for me, NOT FOR ME AT ALL. I said something Italian, but meh... I want eggplant parmesan and I cannot find eggplant ANYWHERE this time of year (and not to mention that I've been eating a lot of noodles lately). And then Joe said "I know! A ROAST!"
(Because again, nothing says romantic like a bunch of vegetables and a whole chicken tossed in a baking dish for an hour.)
I do love roasts though. I freaking LOVE beer can chicken and roasted carrots and red potatos. But it's such a "hearty American" dish to make. And I want something a little more playful and light, especially since I'll be drinking heavily afterwards. So I'm thinking (and I just thought of this RIGHT NOW... literally 30 seconds ago), that we should make something Spanish. Like, a nice vegetable paella for a main course, maybe some tapas to start.
MMMMM TAPAS.
But then if we make something Spanish, we need a Spanish-y dessert, right? AND I HATE FLAN. With a very big passion. Flan, to me, is like eggs mixed with mayonnaise mixed with phlegm. I suppose I could do a bread pudding, but I'm 83% sure (o I see wat u did thar) that Joe hates soggy breaded things. I wanted to make a nice raspberry cheesecake and chocolate-covered cherries... how can I make them Spanish?
(Put sombreros on them?)
And cocktails. Ohhhh cocktails. Certainly I'd be happy with my cherry concoction (and we have all the supplies to make them... except the actual marashino cherries, which are super necessary) but once again, it's not fitting with the whole "atmosphere." I really, REALLY want to make Mionetinis - equal parts prosecco, vodka, St. Germains; half parts lemon juice and pineapple juice, raw sugar rim - but the chances of me finding elderflower liqueur anywhere in this city and surrounding areas is highly unlikely. But I will try. I will labor on in my fruitless endeavor to find the ever-elusive elderflower... even if it means I have to stoop to walking into high-end bars (Al's Wine and Whisky, Ambrosia, etc.) and begging a bottle off of them (and offering to pay $50).
So that's the food thing. But am I supposed to get Joe a present?
(Or is he supposed to get some for me!)
I don't remember what I got for past boyfriends... I mean, this will only be my third V-day that I'm NOT a (shameless) spinster. It was too early in my relationship with Mike for us to get eachother anything (other than a picture of us in a homemade frame... shut up, I was a cheap high schooler) and I've blocked out the seven months that I dated Matt (though I'm pretty sure I got him a sweater). I'm pretty broke and would like to go the sentimental route, but I just don't know how because my creativity flounders when I'm a little bit under the weather...
(And oh, I know, nothing says romantic like a sniffling, chapped-nose girl handing her boyfriend a red construction paper heart with a picture of us on Halloween on the front...)
Joe and I, initially (ok, on Monday) had planned to go to Skaneateles for a nice dinner on the lake. That was quickly cast aside when we realized that such a feat would set us back $200 - for dinner alone. And we'd probably end up with something straight off of Top Chef (you know, with "osso bucco" and "aioli" and other words that nobody knows the meaning of). Talk quickly changed to nice city restaurants - we checked out Pascale's Wine Bar, Gentile's, etc... but no dice. More creme fraiche. We decided on Pastabilities (yummm hot tomato oil and stretch bread!) and I was supposed to call and make reservations yesterday... but they're all booked. And have been for a month.
Cue freaking out.
So I tried Pascale's. And Lemongrass. And Delmonicos. And Francescas. And they're all booked. I'm pretty sure if I tried calling Olive Garden they would have laughed in my face too. Apparently everyone is so set in their relationships that they can make V-day reservations months in advance (slap in the face, thanks). So, instead of stooping to the likes of McD's and Taco Bell, Joe and I have decided to make our own V-day dinner.
Cost effective, tasty and super romantic.
(Because nothing says romantic like a plastic beer pong table, folding chairs and whatever candles we can find lying around.)
FWIW, I think this is an excellent idea. We're both strapped for cash and don't want to go somewhere and be disappointed with the food. We also have plans for later that night (Vote for Pete is playing at Pizza Man Pub) and would prefer not to be tied down with time either. But now we have to figure out what to make....
The discussion for main entrees yielded no real winners. Joe and I make dinner all the time - and it's mostly things other people would consider more "luxury" food (in a very loose, "I can't figure out another fitting term," sort of way). We make a lot of Thai food, a lot of Indian stuff, nice soups, homemade pasta sauce... you name it, we've probably made it. I know Joe is thinking that something seafood-y would be perfect - but not for me, NOT FOR ME AT ALL. I said something Italian, but meh... I want eggplant parmesan and I cannot find eggplant ANYWHERE this time of year (and not to mention that I've been eating a lot of noodles lately). And then Joe said "I know! A ROAST!"
(Because again, nothing says romantic like a bunch of vegetables and a whole chicken tossed in a baking dish for an hour.)
I do love roasts though. I freaking LOVE beer can chicken and roasted carrots and red potatos. But it's such a "hearty American" dish to make. And I want something a little more playful and light, especially since I'll be drinking heavily afterwards. So I'm thinking (and I just thought of this RIGHT NOW... literally 30 seconds ago), that we should make something Spanish. Like, a nice vegetable paella for a main course, maybe some tapas to start.
MMMMM TAPAS.
But then if we make something Spanish, we need a Spanish-y dessert, right? AND I HATE FLAN. With a very big passion. Flan, to me, is like eggs mixed with mayonnaise mixed with phlegm. I suppose I could do a bread pudding, but I'm 83% sure (o I see wat u did thar) that Joe hates soggy breaded things. I wanted to make a nice raspberry cheesecake and chocolate-covered cherries... how can I make them Spanish?
(Put sombreros on them?)
And cocktails. Ohhhh cocktails. Certainly I'd be happy with my cherry concoction (and we have all the supplies to make them... except the actual marashino cherries, which are super necessary) but once again, it's not fitting with the whole "atmosphere." I really, REALLY want to make Mionetinis - equal parts prosecco, vodka, St. Germains; half parts lemon juice and pineapple juice, raw sugar rim - but the chances of me finding elderflower liqueur anywhere in this city and surrounding areas is highly unlikely. But I will try. I will labor on in my fruitless endeavor to find the ever-elusive elderflower... even if it means I have to stoop to walking into high-end bars (Al's Wine and Whisky, Ambrosia, etc.) and begging a bottle off of them (and offering to pay $50).
So that's the food thing. But am I supposed to get Joe a present?
(Or is he supposed to get some for me!)
I don't remember what I got for past boyfriends... I mean, this will only be my third V-day that I'm NOT a (shameless) spinster. It was too early in my relationship with Mike for us to get eachother anything (other than a picture of us in a homemade frame... shut up, I was a cheap high schooler) and I've blocked out the seven months that I dated Matt (though I'm pretty sure I got him a sweater). I'm pretty broke and would like to go the sentimental route, but I just don't know how because my creativity flounders when I'm a little bit under the weather...
(And oh, I know, nothing says romantic like a sniffling, chapped-nose girl handing her boyfriend a red construction paper heart with a picture of us on Halloween on the front...)
Thursday, January 29, 2009
in the car i just cant wait to pick you up on our very first date
I got a text message from my mom yesterday saying "I need to talk to you about something." Ok, cue me freaking out. This usually means one of two things: someone has died, or I'm in big trouble (usually the latter). So I called her... and this is how the conversation went.
Mom: "HEY MANNY!"
Me: "Hi Rinda... what's up? Who's dead?"
Mom: "No one... why?"
Me: "You sent me an urgent text message...?"
Mom: "Oh yeah! *Giggles* Do you listen to 93Q?"
Me: "Yes."
Mom: "So you know Amy's Slumber Party?"
Me: "Yes. Is this really urgent?"
Mom: "Yes."
Me: "GET TO THE POINT."
Mom: "Well, they're doing a contest for Valentine's Day and you can win tickets."
Me: "You mean I can win YOU tickets."
Mom: "Yeah, that."
Me: "K, what do I have to do, be the ninth caller or something? Because you can do that too..."
Mom: "No, it's way better."
Me: "GET TO THE POINT."
Mom: "Well they're setting people up on blind dates with this guy."
Me: "Seriously? This is urgent?"
Mom: "Yes. This guy is going to go on five dates with five girls and if you're the best, you get four tickets to Amy's Slumber Party! I always wanted to go but I have no girlfriends but we can go together."
Me: "I'm not really seeing the urgency in this..."
Mom: "Just go to the website! You should do it! This guy seems awesome! He likes politics and baseball!"
Me: "You realize you just described 50% of the male race, yes?"
Mom: "But he likes girls with tattoos! You have one! You probably have more! And he has a great voice."
Me: "Have you ever heard of 'You have a face for radio?'"
Mom: "Nah, I'm sure he's cute. Just do it, I need those tickets."
Me: "Fine, I'll look into it."
So I go to 93Q.com. This contest is HIDDEN... I'm searching the site and can't find a thing. I'm googling and no cigar. Finally I click on Ted & Amy's site, and I find it tucked down in the bottom corner. Oh dear me.
'You have a face for radio' is really true.
FWIW, he's not THAT terrible looking. Maybe it's a bad photo; maybe I'm just a bad judge of people's attractiveness. He's not really my type (he isn't a skinny boy, no visible tattoos and piercings...). So I had Sarah look at the picture... and she had the same reaction as me. K, maybe I'm right.
So my mom calls me back.
Mom: "WELL DID YOU DO IT?"
Me: "Did you even look at his picture?"
Mom: "No, but I heard his voice. He's well-spoken and sounds cute."
Me: "CHARLES MANSON PROBABLY SOUNDS CUTE OVER THE AIRWAVES."
Mom: "He can't be that bad."
Me: "Maybe not in your standards."
Mom: "Well, go do it."
Me: "If I'm one of the five finalists, I have to do an on-air interview on the radio. Live."
Mom: "You have a beautiful voice!"
Me: "Did you ever notice I HYPERVENTILATE when I speak live?"
Mom: "You didn't during your saludatory speech."
Me: "That's because I had a printed copy in front of me."
Mom: "So bring notecards."
Me: "YOU CANNOT BRING NOTECARDS FOR A NONSCRIPTED INTERVIEW."
Mom: "Well... do it anyway. I really want to go to Amy's Slumber Party. And you get a free date at Colemans!"
Me: "Do you even know what Colemans is?"
Mom: "No... but it sounds good."
Me: "IT'S A BAR. I CAN GET FREE THINGS AT BARS ANYTIME I WANT. I HAVE BOOBS."
Mom: "That guy probably likes boobs."
Me: "Fine, you win. But I'm drinking before I call."
Mom: "I don't care, do what you have to do."
Me: "So you're taking advantage of me being a single girl and encouraging alcoholism for your gain?"
Mom: "....Yes."
At this point, I'm still unsure of whether I'll go through with it or not. On one hand, it IS a free date. I don't mind blind dates either... been there, done that. But this brings it to a whole new level. I decided to bring it up to my boss, thinking she'll err on the side of caution...
Me: *tells back story of what's happening*
Boss: "Show me the link! Show me!"
Me: *pulls up link*
Boss: "He's not that bad! He might have tattoos under his shirt!"
Me: "NOT THE POINT."
Boss: "Maybe he's the man of your dreams."
Me: "Doubtful, also not the point though."
Boss: "Just do it!"
...I'm going to stop telling people my mom's age about this and instead tell my friends, who will humiliate me for even thinking about going through with this.
Mom: "HEY MANNY!"
Me: "Hi Rinda... what's up? Who's dead?"
Mom: "No one... why?"
Me: "You sent me an urgent text message...?"
Mom: "Oh yeah! *Giggles* Do you listen to 93Q?"
Me: "Yes."
Mom: "So you know Amy's Slumber Party?"
Me: "Yes. Is this really urgent?"
Mom: "Yes."
Me: "GET TO THE POINT."
Mom: "Well, they're doing a contest for Valentine's Day and you can win tickets."
Me: "You mean I can win YOU tickets."
Mom: "Yeah, that."
Me: "K, what do I have to do, be the ninth caller or something? Because you can do that too..."
Mom: "No, it's way better."
Me: "GET TO THE POINT."
Mom: "Well they're setting people up on blind dates with this guy."
Me: "Seriously? This is urgent?"
Mom: "Yes. This guy is going to go on five dates with five girls and if you're the best, you get four tickets to Amy's Slumber Party! I always wanted to go but I have no girlfriends but we can go together."
Me: "I'm not really seeing the urgency in this..."
Mom: "Just go to the website! You should do it! This guy seems awesome! He likes politics and baseball!"
Me: "You realize you just described 50% of the male race, yes?"
Mom: "But he likes girls with tattoos! You have one! You probably have more! And he has a great voice."
Me: "Have you ever heard of 'You have a face for radio?'"
Mom: "Nah, I'm sure he's cute. Just do it, I need those tickets."
Me: "Fine, I'll look into it."
So I go to 93Q.com. This contest is HIDDEN... I'm searching the site and can't find a thing. I'm googling and no cigar. Finally I click on Ted & Amy's site, and I find it tucked down in the bottom corner. Oh dear me.
'You have a face for radio' is really true.
FWIW, he's not THAT terrible looking. Maybe it's a bad photo; maybe I'm just a bad judge of people's attractiveness. He's not really my type (he isn't a skinny boy, no visible tattoos and piercings...). So I had Sarah look at the picture... and she had the same reaction as me. K, maybe I'm right.
So my mom calls me back.
Mom: "WELL DID YOU DO IT?"
Me: "Did you even look at his picture?"
Mom: "No, but I heard his voice. He's well-spoken and sounds cute."
Me: "CHARLES MANSON PROBABLY SOUNDS CUTE OVER THE AIRWAVES."
Mom: "He can't be that bad."
Me: "Maybe not in your standards."
Mom: "Well, go do it."
Me: "If I'm one of the five finalists, I have to do an on-air interview on the radio. Live."
Mom: "You have a beautiful voice!"
Me: "Did you ever notice I HYPERVENTILATE when I speak live?"
Mom: "You didn't during your saludatory speech."
Me: "That's because I had a printed copy in front of me."
Mom: "So bring notecards."
Me: "YOU CANNOT BRING NOTECARDS FOR A NONSCRIPTED INTERVIEW."
Mom: "Well... do it anyway. I really want to go to Amy's Slumber Party. And you get a free date at Colemans!"
Me: "Do you even know what Colemans is?"
Mom: "No... but it sounds good."
Me: "IT'S A BAR. I CAN GET FREE THINGS AT BARS ANYTIME I WANT. I HAVE BOOBS."
Mom: "That guy probably likes boobs."
Me: "Fine, you win. But I'm drinking before I call."
Mom: "I don't care, do what you have to do."
Me: "So you're taking advantage of me being a single girl and encouraging alcoholism for your gain?"
Mom: "....Yes."
At this point, I'm still unsure of whether I'll go through with it or not. On one hand, it IS a free date. I don't mind blind dates either... been there, done that. But this brings it to a whole new level. I decided to bring it up to my boss, thinking she'll err on the side of caution...
Me: *tells back story of what's happening*
Boss: "Show me the link! Show me!"
Me: *pulls up link*
Boss: "He's not that bad! He might have tattoos under his shirt!"
Me: "NOT THE POINT."
Boss: "Maybe he's the man of your dreams."
Me: "Doubtful, also not the point though."
Boss: "Just do it!"
...I'm going to stop telling people my mom's age about this and instead tell my friends, who will humiliate me for even thinking about going through with this.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
baseball woes
I WILL MISS YOU BIG TIME, ENDY CHAVEZ, AND YOUR WONDERFUL LATIN BATTING MUSIC.
Big sadface time D=
I'm not at all sad to see Heilmann go though... GOOD RIDDANCE!
PS: Bye Joe Smith =/, hello K-Rod!
Big sadface time D=
I'm not at all sad to see Heilmann go though... GOOD RIDDANCE!
PS: Bye Joe Smith =/, hello K-Rod!
Thursday, December 4, 2008
keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' WHAT?
And the car saga is over (for now) (knock on wood).
Last Sunday (as in a week and a half ago), my car won't start. Luckily I'm in a lot and not on the road being ticketed every two hours, but still... it won't start. The lights and radio come on, the engine STARTS to turn over and then nothing - and then the battery and engine light pop on. AWESOME.
Monday, I get my hands on jumper cables and ask Garv to come over and help me jump it before giving up and calling a tow truck. He comes over, I try the engine one last time before attempting to jump it... and it turns on. Very reluctantly. I drive it to Firestone and tell them to figure out what the fuck was happening.
Tuesday morning, I get a call from Grant at Firestone that my alternator is shot. And my belt (engine belt?) is ripped halfway through which makes my car sound like a cricket. And my oil tank has a big leak. And that would all cost me $600. OW. Okay though, it needs to be done. I tell them to go for it and I brace myself for serious financial woes.
Tuesday afternoon, I get another call from Grant... they can't pass my inspection (which was up in August... oh shush). Apparently my emergency brake won't "pull" so I need all new back brakes and I have a leak in my power steering so they'd have to take it out and replace it, which is another $800. I tell my friend Grant to fuck off and forget about the inspection. He reminds me that they have 90-day interest-free payments and I once again tell him to fuck off and just make it so my car will turn on and stop sounding like a cricket.
Wednesday afternoon Grant calls and says my car is ready. I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place - Joe left for Jersey and I have his car (and no one to drive it back to his place once I get mine). I tell my friend that I'll have to pick it up the following Monday and he says fine... but it's the end of the month and I need to pay so they can close their month out. Whatever. I go to Firestone, sign my savings away, and go home. Grant promises me that they'll pull my car into the garage at night so it doesn't get broken in to.
Thursday is Thanksgiving.
Friday I work with my dad. He gives me a check for $500 because he's a super awesome guy. I am le happy. I get drunk with Mike and go shopping at Joann Fabrics because WOOHOO $500!
Saturday I go back to Syracuse to see Vote For Pete play. In Baldwinsville. This is a whole additional story that I don't want to get into right now because it's still making me furious to think about, but involves my friend getting completely wasted, telling me to fuck off and that she can handle herself when she can't even stand and is about to make out with some random townie, but whatever.
Sunday I am sick... very sick.
Monday, I go to Firestone after work. YAY MY CAR TURNS ON! When I realize I don't have an inspection sticker (my friend Grant took off the expired one), I have Joe follow me to Carrier Circle Car Care and drop my baby off in the loving and capable hands of Rene (a nice French man). I tell him I need my inspection but say nothing of the problems that Firestone mentioned.
Tuesday, I call CCCC and Rene tells me he's working on getting the horn to work but someone called out sick and he's a little swamped. He says he'll call me tomorrow.
Wednesday morning, Rene calls me. There was a blown fuse in my dashboard causing my horn not to work and my lisence plate light was blown. I tell him to do his thang and call me when it's all set.
Wednesday afternoon, Rene calls again. My car passed inspection! I pick up the Cavi and go to pay for the damage... only $100 for the inspection and fixing the two problems! He says he had to pull the whole dashboard apart to get to the fuse but now my radio works properly, the lighter thingies work and, most importantly, the horn works. AND IT'S MOTHERFUCKING LOUD (he tested it out for me). When I ask how the rest of my car is, he says there is no problem with the power steering and that my back breaks are a little worn (and I should probably get them replaced in ~3 months) but it passed inspection just fine.
I saved $700 by getting a second opinion. Granted, I should have taken my car to CCCC in the first place because I've always brought it there and never had a problem (and they're cheaper and more honest than commercial places) but WHATEVER. I have my car and it works and it doesn't sound like a bug and now I won't get any tickets from an expired inspection =D
Last Sunday (as in a week and a half ago), my car won't start. Luckily I'm in a lot and not on the road being ticketed every two hours, but still... it won't start. The lights and radio come on, the engine STARTS to turn over and then nothing - and then the battery and engine light pop on. AWESOME.
Monday, I get my hands on jumper cables and ask Garv to come over and help me jump it before giving up and calling a tow truck. He comes over, I try the engine one last time before attempting to jump it... and it turns on. Very reluctantly. I drive it to Firestone and tell them to figure out what the fuck was happening.
Tuesday morning, I get a call from Grant at Firestone that my alternator is shot. And my belt (engine belt?) is ripped halfway through which makes my car sound like a cricket. And my oil tank has a big leak. And that would all cost me $600. OW. Okay though, it needs to be done. I tell them to go for it and I brace myself for serious financial woes.
Tuesday afternoon, I get another call from Grant... they can't pass my inspection (which was up in August... oh shush). Apparently my emergency brake won't "pull" so I need all new back brakes and I have a leak in my power steering so they'd have to take it out and replace it, which is another $800. I tell my friend Grant to fuck off and forget about the inspection. He reminds me that they have 90-day interest-free payments and I once again tell him to fuck off and just make it so my car will turn on and stop sounding like a cricket.
Wednesday afternoon Grant calls and says my car is ready. I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place - Joe left for Jersey and I have his car (and no one to drive it back to his place once I get mine). I tell my friend that I'll have to pick it up the following Monday and he says fine... but it's the end of the month and I need to pay so they can close their month out. Whatever. I go to Firestone, sign my savings away, and go home. Grant promises me that they'll pull my car into the garage at night so it doesn't get broken in to.
Thursday is Thanksgiving.
Friday I work with my dad. He gives me a check for $500 because he's a super awesome guy. I am le happy. I get drunk with Mike and go shopping at Joann Fabrics because WOOHOO $500!
Saturday I go back to Syracuse to see Vote For Pete play. In Baldwinsville. This is a whole additional story that I don't want to get into right now because it's still making me furious to think about, but involves my friend getting completely wasted, telling me to fuck off and that she can handle herself when she can't even stand and is about to make out with some random townie, but whatever.
Sunday I am sick... very sick.
Monday, I go to Firestone after work. YAY MY CAR TURNS ON! When I realize I don't have an inspection sticker (my friend Grant took off the expired one), I have Joe follow me to Carrier Circle Car Care and drop my baby off in the loving and capable hands of Rene (a nice French man). I tell him I need my inspection but say nothing of the problems that Firestone mentioned.
Tuesday, I call CCCC and Rene tells me he's working on getting the horn to work but someone called out sick and he's a little swamped. He says he'll call me tomorrow.
Wednesday morning, Rene calls me. There was a blown fuse in my dashboard causing my horn not to work and my lisence plate light was blown. I tell him to do his thang and call me when it's all set.
Wednesday afternoon, Rene calls again. My car passed inspection! I pick up the Cavi and go to pay for the damage... only $100 for the inspection and fixing the two problems! He says he had to pull the whole dashboard apart to get to the fuse but now my radio works properly, the lighter thingies work and, most importantly, the horn works. AND IT'S MOTHERFUCKING LOUD (he tested it out for me). When I ask how the rest of my car is, he says there is no problem with the power steering and that my back breaks are a little worn (and I should probably get them replaced in ~3 months) but it passed inspection just fine.
I saved $700 by getting a second opinion. Granted, I should have taken my car to CCCC in the first place because I've always brought it there and never had a problem (and they're cheaper and more honest than commercial places) but WHATEVER. I have my car and it works and it doesn't sound like a bug and now I won't get any tickets from an expired inspection =D
Thursday, October 30, 2008
phuck you phillies
Apparently John Joyce is a big fat meanie liar and when he said "tomorrow" he really meant Thursday. TODAY IT IS.
PS: FUCKING PHILLIES.
PPS: I started a new sub-blog. I WILL write in this one everyday - using the "Writers Block" question on Livejournal as my subject. Each post will contain less than 100 words and may or may not be relevant to anything in my life other than forcing me to do a little bit of thinking once a day.
PS: FUCKING PHILLIES.
PPS: I started a new sub-blog. I WILL write in this one everyday - using the "Writers Block" question on Livejournal as my subject. Each post will contain less than 100 words and may or may not be relevant to anything in my life other than forcing me to do a little bit of thinking once a day.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
amazin'?
THE METS ARE INFUCKINGFURIATING.
We can't hold a lead, we leave so many men on base (SERIOUSLY WE HAD BASES LOADED WITH 0 OUTS - TWO TIMES! IN THE SAME GAME! - AND GOT 0 RUNS OUT OF IT) and our bullpen is just ass. I know I can't just give up on the team, but GD... I'm going to have a heart attack.
Friday is my dad's birthday. Plz give me suggestions for a gift. Also, I'm making a shirt (for myself) because I like to pretend I'm on Project Runway.
ALSO GREY'S ANATOMY TONIGHT. Eff the Mets/Cubs game...
This post was brought to you by: COMPLETELY POINTLESS.
We can't hold a lead, we leave so many men on base (SERIOUSLY WE HAD BASES LOADED WITH 0 OUTS - TWO TIMES! IN THE SAME GAME! - AND GOT 0 RUNS OUT OF IT) and our bullpen is just ass. I know I can't just give up on the team, but GD... I'm going to have a heart attack.
Friday is my dad's birthday. Plz give me suggestions for a gift. Also, I'm making a shirt (for myself) because I like to pretend I'm on Project Runway.
ALSO GREY'S ANATOMY TONIGHT. Eff the Mets/Cubs game...
This post was brought to you by: COMPLETELY POINTLESS.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
abortion opal eyelets?
SOOOOO.
I had a dream involving me and a gorgeous Mike Pelfrey last night. BEST DREAM EVER?
In other news: Patriotism. Does the flag give you feelings of liberty and justice for all? Or does it just give you the willies? I see the flag and think "Oh, what a nice flag that is. Square and colorful and STRIPES YAY." I do NOT see the flag and think "MY WHAT A WONDERFUL COUNTRY WE HAVE HERE." I think patriotism can be construed in many ways and me not getting a warm/fuzzy feeling from red-white-blue doesn't mean I don't respect the inner doings of our country...
For example: I support the troops. Really, I do. I do not support the war, persay, but I do support the troops. But I didn't wave a mini-flag on Memorial Day. I didn't NOT wave it because I don't care about current and past troops; I didn't wave it because the flag is just a colored piece of fabric to me. But I did think about the troops and think about veterans and thank them in my own little way for doing what they do. So am I un-patriotic because the flag gives me the heebie-jeebies?
Discuss plz. (Don, this means you).
I had a dream involving me and a gorgeous Mike Pelfrey last night. BEST DREAM EVER?
In other news: Patriotism. Does the flag give you feelings of liberty and justice for all? Or does it just give you the willies? I see the flag and think "Oh, what a nice flag that is. Square and colorful and STRIPES YAY." I do NOT see the flag and think "MY WHAT A WONDERFUL COUNTRY WE HAVE HERE." I think patriotism can be construed in many ways and me not getting a warm/fuzzy feeling from red-white-blue doesn't mean I don't respect the inner doings of our country...
For example: I support the troops. Really, I do. I do not support the war, persay, but I do support the troops. But I didn't wave a mini-flag on Memorial Day. I didn't NOT wave it because I don't care about current and past troops; I didn't wave it because the flag is just a colored piece of fabric to me. But I did think about the troops and think about veterans and thank them in my own little way for doing what they do. So am I un-patriotic because the flag gives me the heebie-jeebies?
Discuss plz. (Don, this means you).
Thursday, September 11, 2008
this is not my home sweet home
I can't believe it's only Thursday. I've been spoiled by short workweeks the past two weeks and now I feel like I'm going insane here at my desk. I have 1000 things to do before Friday evening (I guess that's when the guys are showing up? Ben called last night to confirm...) and I'm not going to get them all done because I have to go home tonight.
So it's 9/11. It's also my grandpa's birthday. He likes to say that he's the most unlucky guy ever because of it - of course, it wasn't luck (or lack of it) that led terrorists to fly planes into buildings, but it's unexplainable to people with such unyielding opinions about the day. I was going to go crazy psycho batshit insane if we held a candlelight vigil here at the Heights but instead I just get to sit here for four hours and listen to the therapy people ask EVERY SINGLE RESIDENT if they remember what happened on 9/11.
I have such mixed feelings about this date. I mean, America had it coming. I can't fathom why anyone would disagree (though there are PLENTY that will)... just take a look into our history. When people hear me say this, they reply with, "OH MY GOD YOU HAVE NO SYMPATHY!" But I do! I have sympathy for the families that this effected because they were INNOCENT PEOPLE. I do NOT have sympathy for the US Government because they were NOT innocent. I also have sympathy for all the innocent Iraqi and Afghani families that lost their lives in the last 7 years that we've been "at war" (the general population seems to forget about what impact we're having on other countries...)
Also... "NEVER FORGET!"? No shit we'll never forget. It's not like the kid who just committed suicide at SU that we'll forget about within a month (the story is buried in syracuse.com because it's apparently "not important enough"). Stop reminding me to remember, though! I'll remember on my own time. I don't need vigils and talks and tears and reptition of Woody Guthrie's "God Bless America" because GOD DID NOT BLESS AMERICA ON 9/11. Don't give me "Oh, God did this to bring the American people together!" A BENEVOLENT GOD WOULD NOT KILL 4,000 PEOPLE TO BRING AMERICA TOGETHER.
Remember on your own time, people. And seriously, don't teach children about what happened that day... teach them about WHY it happened.
/steps off of soapbox.
So it's 9/11. It's also my grandpa's birthday. He likes to say that he's the most unlucky guy ever because of it - of course, it wasn't luck (or lack of it) that led terrorists to fly planes into buildings, but it's unexplainable to people with such unyielding opinions about the day. I was going to go crazy psycho batshit insane if we held a candlelight vigil here at the Heights but instead I just get to sit here for four hours and listen to the therapy people ask EVERY SINGLE RESIDENT if they remember what happened on 9/11.
I have such mixed feelings about this date. I mean, America had it coming. I can't fathom why anyone would disagree (though there are PLENTY that will)... just take a look into our history. When people hear me say this, they reply with, "OH MY GOD YOU HAVE NO SYMPATHY!" But I do! I have sympathy for the families that this effected because they were INNOCENT PEOPLE. I do NOT have sympathy for the US Government because they were NOT innocent. I also have sympathy for all the innocent Iraqi and Afghani families that lost their lives in the last 7 years that we've been "at war" (the general population seems to forget about what impact we're having on other countries...)
Also... "NEVER FORGET!"? No shit we'll never forget. It's not like the kid who just committed suicide at SU that we'll forget about within a month (the story is buried in syracuse.com because it's apparently "not important enough"). Stop reminding me to remember, though! I'll remember on my own time. I don't need vigils and talks and tears and reptition of Woody Guthrie's "God Bless America" because GOD DID NOT BLESS AMERICA ON 9/11. Don't give me "Oh, God did this to bring the American people together!" A BENEVOLENT GOD WOULD NOT KILL 4,000 PEOPLE TO BRING AMERICA TOGETHER.
Remember on your own time, people. And seriously, don't teach children about what happened that day... teach them about WHY it happened.
/steps off of soapbox.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
your penis is a cadillac... a giant coupe deville!
So one of my "friends" deleted me on Facebook.
Honestly, people get butthurt about everything these days. Why don't people grow a spine? What this "friend" did was not something she should be proud of, yet she bragged about what she did. And she gets mad at ME for telling someone else - someone else who was being played by the person in question. But I should be SENSITIVE of my "friend's" feelings because she "stuck up for me when I had a bad reputation." ORLY? Because I never heard her say a thing about my reputation, not to mention I handled it myself, thankyouverymuch. You did what you did - make your amends by yourself.
Delete away, friends. Defriending me on the interwebz is definetely going to make me a sad panda.
Honestly, people get butthurt about everything these days. Why don't people grow a spine? What this "friend" did was not something she should be proud of, yet she bragged about what she did. And she gets mad at ME for telling someone else - someone else who was being played by the person in question. But I should be SENSITIVE of my "friend's" feelings because she "stuck up for me when I had a bad reputation." ORLY? Because I never heard her say a thing about my reputation, not to mention I handled it myself, thankyouverymuch. You did what you did - make your amends by yourself.
Delete away, friends. Defriending me on the interwebz is definetely going to make me a sad panda.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
my grammar has a first name, it's l-o-l-o-l
The Big Read reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they've printed. Let's see how I do...
1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicise those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
1. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2. The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4. Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5. To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6. The Bible
7. Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8. Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9. His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10. Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11. Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12. Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13. Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14. Complete Works of Shakespeare
15. Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16. The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17. Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18. Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19. The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20. Middlemarch - George Eliot
21. Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22. The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23. Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24. War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25. The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26. Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28. Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29. Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30. The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31. Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32. David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33. Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34. Emma - Jane Austen
35. Persuasion - Jane Austen
36. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
37. The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38. Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39. Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40. Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41. Animal Farm - George Orwell
42. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44. A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45. The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46. Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47. Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48. The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
49. Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50. Atonement - Ian McEwan
51. Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52. Dune - Frank Herbert
53. Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55. A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56. The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57. A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58. Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60. Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61. Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62. Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63. The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64. The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65. Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66. On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67. Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68. Bridget Jones' Diary - Helen Fielding
69. Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie
70. Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71. Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72. Dracula - Bram Stoker
73. The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74. Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75. Ulysses - James Joyce
76. The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77. Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78. Germinal - Emile Zola
79. Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80. Possession - AS Byatt
81. A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82. Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83. The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84. The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85. Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86. A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87. Charlotte's Web - EB White
88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90. The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91. Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92. The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93. The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94. Watership Down - Richard Adams
95. A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96. A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97. The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98. Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100. Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
YAY I READ 24.
MY COMMENTARY:
4. Harry Potter series - JK Rowling: I have never read a Harry Potter book and I'll never start. The movies - meh, could live with or without them. Honestly, the whole idea of HP doesn't appeal to me.
6. The Bible: Yes I've read it, no I don't believe it. I've also read parts of the Koran and the Tanahk. I find it incredibly ironic that they put the Bible on a list of fictional works ;)
11. Little Women - Louisa M Alcott: Read when I was in 3rd grade.
22. The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald: One of my favorite books of ALL TIME! I love the Roaring 20s and this book has such great descriptions of the time period.
40. Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne: ????? This is considered one of the greatest works of all time?
42. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown: Also one of my favorite books of all time. I've read it multiple times and I keep cathing subtle plot lines that I didn't catch the first time around. Also love Angels and Demons!
57. A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens: Read in 3rd grade
71. Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens: See above
73. The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett: SEE ABOVE
87. Charlotte's Web - EB White: SEE ABOVE AGAIN
88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom: I've never had a fascination with Albom and I used to say I'd never read this because of all the damn people that came into Borders looking for it (HOW HARD IS IT TO FIND THE A'S IN FIC/LIT?!) But I'd read it I suppose...
99. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl: Another 3rd-grader. I was either a smart kid or these books do not belong on this list...
1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicise those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
1. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2. The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4. Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5. To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6. The Bible
7. Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8. Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9. His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10. Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11. Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12. Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13. Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14. Complete Works of Shakespeare
15. Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16. The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17. Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18. Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19. The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20. Middlemarch - George Eliot
21. Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22. The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23. Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24. War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25. The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26. Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28. Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29. Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30. The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31. Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32. David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33. Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34. Emma - Jane Austen
35. Persuasion - Jane Austen
36. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
37. The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38. Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39. Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40. Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41. Animal Farm - George Orwell
42. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44. A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45. The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46. Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47. Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48. The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
49. Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50. Atonement - Ian McEwan
51. Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52. Dune - Frank Herbert
53. Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55. A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56. The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57. A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58. Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60. Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61. Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62. Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63. The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64. The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65. Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66. On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67. Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68. Bridget Jones' Diary - Helen Fielding
69. Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie
70. Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71. Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72. Dracula - Bram Stoker
73. The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74. Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75. Ulysses - James Joyce
76. The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77. Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78. Germinal - Emile Zola
79. Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80. Possession - AS Byatt
81. A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82. Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83. The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84. The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85. Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86. A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87. Charlotte's Web - EB White
88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90. The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91. Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92. The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93. The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94. Watership Down - Richard Adams
95. A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96. A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97. The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98. Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100. Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
YAY I READ 24.
MY COMMENTARY:
4. Harry Potter series - JK Rowling: I have never read a Harry Potter book and I'll never start. The movies - meh, could live with or without them. Honestly, the whole idea of HP doesn't appeal to me.
6. The Bible: Yes I've read it, no I don't believe it. I've also read parts of the Koran and the Tanahk. I find it incredibly ironic that they put the Bible on a list of fictional works ;)
11. Little Women - Louisa M Alcott: Read when I was in 3rd grade.
22. The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald: One of my favorite books of ALL TIME! I love the Roaring 20s and this book has such great descriptions of the time period.
40. Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne: ????? This is considered one of the greatest works of all time?
42. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown: Also one of my favorite books of all time. I've read it multiple times and I keep cathing subtle plot lines that I didn't catch the first time around. Also love Angels and Demons!
57. A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens: Read in 3rd grade
71. Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens: See above
73. The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett: SEE ABOVE
87. Charlotte's Web - EB White: SEE ABOVE AGAIN
88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom: I've never had a fascination with Albom and I used to say I'd never read this because of all the damn people that came into Borders looking for it (HOW HARD IS IT TO FIND THE A'S IN FIC/LIT?!) But I'd read it I suppose...
99. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl: Another 3rd-grader. I was either a smart kid or these books do not belong on this list...
Thursday, July 3, 2008
why can't i stop sneezing?
Since I'm not in the mood to write or do anything much but sit in this chair and watch the Mets game (10 - 0 METS BABY RIGHT NAO!), I leave you with this fun quiz that I call "PUT ITUNES ON RANDOM AND LET IT PICK OUT YOUR FUTURE." It's strangely accurate...
1. What's my mood like right now? "Gone" by Switchfoot
"She told him that she believes in living bigger than she's living now, but her world keeps spinning backwards and upside-down."
2. How's tomorrow going to be for me? "Me, You and My Medication" by Boys Like Girls
Yeah, I am going to need to medicate myself before FCIE...
3. What kind of person am I? "Your Redneck Past" by Ben Folds Five
A Redneck. Why yes I am.
4. Am I loved? "Keep on Lovin' You" by REO Speedwagon
"When I said that I loved you I meant I'd love you forever..."
5. How can I achieve my highest potential? "Sad Caper" by Hootie and the Blowfish
Yeah, I got nothin'.
6. What should I do with my life? "Touchdown Turnaround" by Hellogoodbye
Apparently make a touchdown then turn around...
7. Is everything really going to be alright in the end? "Trainwreck" by Mat Kearney
"For you I'm ruined and broken."
8. What is my best quality? "I Constantly Thank God for Esteban" by Panic at the Disco
Esteban is a good man.
9. How does my sex life look? "Lover Lay Down" by Dave Matthews
"Kiss me, won't you kiss me now."
10. What's the meaning of life? "Three Simple Words" by Finch
Oh hey, I know those words...
11. What do people think of me? "Hey Kid" by the Ataris
My boss DOES call me "kiddo"...
12. Would I make a good lover? "Y'all Don't Wanna Step to Dis" by Against Me!
I don't need song lyrics to tell me that.
13. How crazy am I? "Lullabye" Ben Folds Five
"Let the moonlight take the lid off of your dreams."
14. Will I have a good life in general? "Like A Prayer" by Madonna
LIFE LIKE A PRAYER OMG.
15. Can (insert name here) ever really love me? "Alfie" by Lily Allen
I don't know, maybe Alfie can.
16. Can me and (insert name here) ever be more than friends? "Gimme Three Steps" by Lynyrd Skynyrd
"Gimme three steps, give me three steps mister or you'll never see your feet no more." ....Nope.
17. What's going to happen to me this week? "Sympathy for the Martyr" by Straylight Run
"You just can't relax and you can't rely on anyone for anything."
1. What's my mood like right now? "Gone" by Switchfoot
"She told him that she believes in living bigger than she's living now, but her world keeps spinning backwards and upside-down."
2. How's tomorrow going to be for me? "Me, You and My Medication" by Boys Like Girls
Yeah, I am going to need to medicate myself before FCIE...
3. What kind of person am I? "Your Redneck Past" by Ben Folds Five
A Redneck. Why yes I am.
4. Am I loved? "Keep on Lovin' You" by REO Speedwagon
"When I said that I loved you I meant I'd love you forever..."
5. How can I achieve my highest potential? "Sad Caper" by Hootie and the Blowfish
Yeah, I got nothin'.
6. What should I do with my life? "Touchdown Turnaround" by Hellogoodbye
Apparently make a touchdown then turn around...
7. Is everything really going to be alright in the end? "Trainwreck" by Mat Kearney
"For you I'm ruined and broken."
8. What is my best quality? "I Constantly Thank God for Esteban" by Panic at the Disco
Esteban is a good man.
9. How does my sex life look? "Lover Lay Down" by Dave Matthews
"Kiss me, won't you kiss me now."
10. What's the meaning of life? "Three Simple Words" by Finch
Oh hey, I know those words...
11. What do people think of me? "Hey Kid" by the Ataris
My boss DOES call me "kiddo"...
12. Would I make a good lover? "Y'all Don't Wanna Step to Dis" by Against Me!
I don't need song lyrics to tell me that.
13. How crazy am I? "Lullabye" Ben Folds Five
"Let the moonlight take the lid off of your dreams."
14. Will I have a good life in general? "Like A Prayer" by Madonna
LIFE LIKE A PRAYER OMG.
15. Can (insert name here) ever really love me? "Alfie" by Lily Allen
I don't know, maybe Alfie can.
16. Can me and (insert name here) ever be more than friends? "Gimme Three Steps" by Lynyrd Skynyrd
"Gimme three steps, give me three steps mister or you'll never see your feet no more." ....Nope.
17. What's going to happen to me this week? "Sympathy for the Martyr" by Straylight Run
"You just can't relax and you can't rely on anyone for anything."
Thursday, June 26, 2008
mr. hansen omnomnom
The whole group went out to Pizza Man Pub last night in Bville. Cute little place with 30-cent wings Mon-Wed and 5/$10 Labatt Blue/Blue Lights on Wednesdays. Good deal! The bartender was really great too - personable, quick and made strong drinks, even though he was out of Seagrams 7 (so I had VO & 7s, which were mighty fine as well).
I call it "the group" and consider myself part of it because A) it's easier than saying "Joe and I and all his friends," B) everyone likes me and accepts me into the group and C) I've never been part of a big bundle of friends (except when I was in SUMB and now all the trunkies have gone their seperate ways). I really like that on any given night I could have plans with one or all of them but I don't feel obligated to hang out if I don't feel like it. I think that's the problem that I had with friendships in the past... I always felt like I had to entertain and I HATE that feeling. That's why the friendship with Sara worked out (in the loosest possible way) and my friendships with pretty much everyone else have gone awry.
Needless to say that's why most of my relationships go awry too, but that's another story for another day.
So why do people feel so obligated to spend every waking moment with their friends/boyfriend/spouse? Take, for instance, my ex-relationship with Matt. He was very much dependent on me for everything - friendships, making plans, keeping the relationship afloat. I had to spend my every waking second with him because if I said "nah, I feel like being alone tonight" (which I often did) he'd get sullen and depressed. It's like he relied on me to keep him alive... I believe that's called a parasite.
I don't know why he did this, if it was his clinical depression and social anxiety that led him to cling to me or if it was his (lack of) self-esteem/confidence that made him need someone there to "build him up." I think it's a combination of both, honestly. I was "accused" of having "no self-esteem" when we broke up (by him) and since I DO, I think he was talking about himself and/or trying to make me feel bad by accusing me of his own shortcomings.
I'm happy I'm not dependent on anyone for my own happiness and that I feel secure enough in my current relationship to say "nah, I want a solo night" and there be no hard feelings. If I ever feel like I need to hang out with someone for things to be complete in my life, please shoot me in the face.
So tonight, I'll take an alone night. I'll do some shopping, some reading, maybe watch a movie (if I feel like venturing into the annals of Hell that is Blockbuster) and maybe later on I'll see my boyfriend. In fact, I probably will. But guess what I won't be doing the entire time I'm alone? Wishing I was with someone because I'm "oh so bored and lonely." Eff that, I've got me, myself and I. And sometimes that's all I need. BOOM.
I call it "the group" and consider myself part of it because A) it's easier than saying "Joe and I and all his friends," B) everyone likes me and accepts me into the group and C) I've never been part of a big bundle of friends (except when I was in SUMB and now all the trunkies have gone their seperate ways). I really like that on any given night I could have plans with one or all of them but I don't feel obligated to hang out if I don't feel like it. I think that's the problem that I had with friendships in the past... I always felt like I had to entertain and I HATE that feeling. That's why the friendship with Sara worked out (in the loosest possible way) and my friendships with pretty much everyone else have gone awry.
Needless to say that's why most of my relationships go awry too, but that's another story for another day.
So why do people feel so obligated to spend every waking moment with their friends/boyfriend/spouse? Take, for instance, my ex-relationship with Matt. He was very much dependent on me for everything - friendships, making plans, keeping the relationship afloat. I had to spend my every waking second with him because if I said "nah, I feel like being alone tonight" (which I often did) he'd get sullen and depressed. It's like he relied on me to keep him alive... I believe that's called a parasite.
I don't know why he did this, if it was his clinical depression and social anxiety that led him to cling to me or if it was his (lack of) self-esteem/confidence that made him need someone there to "build him up." I think it's a combination of both, honestly. I was "accused" of having "no self-esteem" when we broke up (by him) and since I DO, I think he was talking about himself and/or trying to make me feel bad by accusing me of his own shortcomings.
I'm happy I'm not dependent on anyone for my own happiness and that I feel secure enough in my current relationship to say "nah, I want a solo night" and there be no hard feelings. If I ever feel like I need to hang out with someone for things to be complete in my life, please shoot me in the face.
So tonight, I'll take an alone night. I'll do some shopping, some reading, maybe watch a movie (if I feel like venturing into the annals of Hell that is Blockbuster) and maybe later on I'll see my boyfriend. In fact, I probably will. But guess what I won't be doing the entire time I'm alone? Wishing I was with someone because I'm "oh so bored and lonely." Eff that, I've got me, myself and I. And sometimes that's all I need. BOOM.
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