| Mouth Full Of Cavaties |
[Oct. 7th, 2005|11:31 am] |
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Mouthful of cavities.
Your souls, a bowl of jokes.
And everyday you remind me
How I'm desperately in need.
See, I got alot of fiends around
And they're peaking through nothing new---
They see you
They see everything you do.
Seeing everything on the inside, out.
Oh, please give me a little more
And I'll push away those baby blues,
'Cause one of these days this will die---
So will me and so will you.
I write a letter to a friend of mine,
I tell him how much I used to love to
Watch him smile,
See, I haven't seen him smile in a little while---
Haven't seen him smile in a little while...
But, I know you're laughin' from the inside out.
Laughin' from the inside out.
I got you laughin' from the inside out.
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Damn creepy. Now look at the cats outside. |
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| Daily Grind |
[Sep. 17th, 2005|08:59 pm] |
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Today started at 4:ooam when I yelled at Megan, Johnny and Mark to go outside so I could sleep. Jeff and I went out to there place for ribs yesterday, but Jeff left with my car to go to another party. It was a nice small party, and I ate as much of Megan's food as humanly possible.
Mark put up the blinds in their place, and Megan picked out some really nice throw pillows for the sofas with Mark's sister. I keep forgetting that she's only 14!!! She's the most maturest 14 year old I've ever known, and I like the way her brothers talk to her. They include her and she isn't just their stupid little sister, and I want her to be my sister.
I had to sleep on the couch - while in the same room as Kevin - who was snoaring loudly on the floor. Oie.
I woke up at 10am and Megan drove me home so that I could get to work by 12pm. I scrubbed the hell out of the grill today, and it looks so damn clean!! Work was extremely busy today. I think I made $30 something in tips working the kitchen, and some overly drunk person puked all over the men's bathroom. Luckily David took care of that... THANK GOD.
There were two dinner tournaments, so the person puked up lovely hot dog chunks, spaghetti, potato salad and such. *laughs at self* I'm so disgusting!!!! HA.
My new boss came into work today. I served her some beer, and we talked for a bit. It's her 7th day without a cigarette - and she wanted to know if we sell them. I said, "You only want them because you're drinking beer out on a patio." Then she said, "True." Apparently her friends outside wouldn't give her a cigarette, and I told her that I wouldn't sell her them even if we did.
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*thinks about what Megan had said*
Megan and I were talking before bed, and she told me that she had a sudden moment of homesickness just the other day, and cried about it. I told her the only moments of sadness that I feel are when we talk on the phone, and say things like "I'm bored." or "Well, I think I might watch Splitting Heirs again..." But that it really feels 'right' that she's not there anymore.
Then Megan described the way she felt - by asking me if I remembered when we outgrew all of our My Little Ponies, and threw them out together and then cried about it for a couple weeks. I remembered - but I hadn't thought about it years. I would have totally forgotten about it.
I told her that I remembered knowing that I was getting too old to play with toys, and I wanted to outgrow them, but... it would mean that our creative stories and great adventures together weren't worth continuing. Which isn't true at all - and wasn't the case, but you can't help but feel like shit when you realize that you have to give up something you enjoy. It sounds so silly, but we both know that we gained something much more enjoyable - our maturity and our independence.
It's funny to me, because only I could have shared what she had felt - and that I believe, is what will always make us best friends. I reassured her that her independence is something that I admire right now, but that this is even better, because she doesn't need me to do it with her.
...
I have to work at 7am tomorrow. yay laundry, homework, and vaccuming room day. But also, I'm taking my car in at Mann's for a check-up and walking home if it needs a tune-up. The engine light keeps going off, and there's a squeak in the steering when I turn the wheel to the left in reverse.
oh please don't be over a $60 part replacement!!! Please let my camion live!!
I'm sooo tired.
*collapses* |
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| La Salsa! |
[Aug. 24th, 2005|08:20 pm] |
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This weekend was reserved for some major Jamie time, and salsa making.
I burned my hands cutting up some cubanelle peppers, that weren't really cubanelles...
Anyway, tonight I'm meeting up at Megan's place to go out to Call The Office with her, Mark and Jenna. Andrea's going to meet me there, and I'm pretty sure Danielle's coming too. It's funk night, so I'm bringing my dancing feet along with a cup of sympathy for Jenna. GODDAMN that woman.
She apparently broke up with Darcy after she came back to Spain, tried to start something out in Windsor, but somehow wound up sleeping with Larry again back in London. She's sad because Darcy has started dating someone else. Some guys just don't enjoy being pushed away all the time and getting stepped on. Sure Jenna wants her independence and to travel and all that -- but she loves Darcy. Goddamn her for her ridiculous views on marriage. I'm not sure how exactly I'm going to tell a 28 year old cousin of mine to grow up tonight, but I'd like to think that I can set an example for discussing openly what the FUCK is up with her priorities right now...
In the meantime, I'm finding myself lonely without Megan in the house. She calls just to say hello, and I like it.
Mom has started ordering products to sell for Mary Kay already, and school is coming around very shortly. I've volunteered to help first year students write essays, do assignments, get to know people on campus and peer tutoring also, in another sense. But I am so eager to finally go back to school with Jamie again. After going through high school with no elementary school pals, I am soo pleased that my best friend can be there in between classes and such. Jamie has discussed moving out together, and I can see that as a possibility as soon as some cash flow plows itself up in my accounts.
Lisa is having some rough times at home, what with her father back from Ireland and pressuring them all to move back there. Elaine's bought a house here, so I strongly believe that Mary won't ever pick up and leave if she knows that grandchildren could be on their way... Elaine et Lisa parlent le français quand ils discutent l'avenir d'une marriage sanctifié mais très éloigné.
Lisa's got an exam tomorrow - so she's not going to make it out tonight, but I'll think of her anyway.
I believe Ray comes home today.
Stupid entry, but I've been keeping myself busy. Here's to the night. |
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| Cinderella |
[Jul. 26th, 2005|07:35 pm] |
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At 8am this morning, I was dreaming about a thunderstorm and I was dreaming I was a child. I awoke after my scaredy-cat dog pounced on my bed. It turns out it was thunderstorming in my waking life - and it was rather loud. After a few moments of grogginess, I got out of bed with a mission...
"GET JEFF, COBY!"
hee hee hee. Jake stayed over, so he got the dog-in-your-face wake up call as well.
So anyway, all day I've been cleaning every inch of our nest. I mopped all the floors, vaccumed all the carpets, washed all the windows, polished all the wood, and wiped down all those nasty newspaper fingerprints around the door handles!!! And tomorrow? - the bathrooms!!! the next day? re-organizing the kitchen!!
I went to a dinner party two days ago and got one of Brian's CDs. They're called the "Antics" and it's pretty decent. It's only a demo, so they only have 4 tracks - but the third one's got a major reggae booster bass and then it goes into a punkish drumming chorus. He was supposed to meet me at CTO two weeks ago for a show, but bailed.
so... Megan moves out Monday... Megan moves out Monday... Megan moves out Monday...
We get to pin a 20 to her collar, and wish her good luck!! What joy. |
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| Scouzy! |
[Jul. 23rd, 2005|04:08 am] |
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Apparently the house Megan's renting is up for sale, and it would be interesting to see how much it's going for...
If anything, I could work my tail off and finally get out of this dump on a hill (aka Delaware).
In the meantime, I got my schedule for next semester, and YES!! I don't have any classes until 11:30am each day!!! I do have to go in on fridays for an 11:30-12:30am, but thankfully so does Lisa. Which means that we can meet up for good homework session or for a lunch and a gab. I should call that woman.
Oddly, Donny called me two days ago (will it EVER end?) and asked me to go to his place for a kegger and a poker game. I said that I would only go if I could find a friend, I mentioned Andrea, but I never had any real intentions of going. He bragged about how he's a president of some fraternity, and how he's living with Heather and Jen and another couple in a house off of Talbot. It was going to be $20 for the beer and a game of poker, so no thanks. The little fucker even had the nerve to ask me if I hang out with Ryan or Chris anymore.
Whatever.
I'm threw with him, and I'm sick of dodging him - because he somehow wants to be friends. I guess some people can't understand what "I don't want to be friends with you" really does entail.
I'm worried about Mandi.
I've always wanted to befriend her. I should take the poor wounded bird under my wing. She has always admire me and my advice. I'll call her this weekend.
In the meantime, I've been doing some major big time slacking in between fussing over mom and playing with the dog. Mom and I have started going for a walk every morning. Mark comes over quite often now. I think the move is really itching at us all. I cannot wait. |
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| The Day |
[Jul. 19th, 2005|05:33 pm] |
Today Mark came over and Jeff, mom and Mark watched "Troy" for like, the third time. Not a very great movie if you'd ask me.
Lisa called me this afternoon, and we made plans to have her over for dinner next Thursday, and maybe go to see Angry Agency at CTO. They are having activist booths set up at the show, but who knows, we just might stick around watch a movie at home. Apparently Elaine isn't allowed to live in the house her and Christopher bought until they get married!!!
What a laugh.
Megan moves out in 10 days, and we're all ippity about it. She's going off shopping for accessories and what have you, meanwhile mom has already purchased a few things and has got a toaster, et cetera, all covered. Megan is getting slightly impatient or perhaps anxious to get out. So is everyone though.
It looks like mom is taking over her room. I'm not sure how I really feel about that just yet. I don't care at all. At least it will get her out of the living room.
At any rate, mom can't move her arm to write checks, drive, tie her shoes - NOTHING. Nana's coming down tomorrow afternoon and is bringing dinner with her. The house is a disaster, and I've been designated the official cleaning captain. Jeff is supposed to be my bitch. So far, he's watching Troy. I've cleaned the dinning room, done the dishes, cleared the table, and cleared up all the laundry in the hall. Maybe I'll make him vaccum and mop the floors tomorrow.
We desperately need some rain here. The rain barrel is getting very low, and the lettuce needs to get some water every day, as do the tomatoes. So I've been watering all the plants for the past two weeks each day, due to a total lack of rain, and now I get to take over the job entirely. I enjoy it. But it almost takes an hour to do. Still, the dog loves ripping around the yard whenever we go out.
Today, I returned a DVD at the store, and bought some needed groceries. All day, I've been dreaming about what Nana's bringing for dinner. I hope it's pot roast soo badly. I even remembered to pick up horseraddish at the store, thinking about it. Or maybe it's sweedish stew... GAHWWWWWWW!!!!
I am also anxious to make 4 batches of salsa this summer all by myself!!!
It will most likely take me 2 full days, but I'm anticipating 3 with canning. I have only helped before, so I can't wait to do it all myself. I'm thinking that this weekend will be the time to do it, before I start work. I think that I will still have time to play soccer again in the fall, on top of working, and school. But I'll get a better idea of my energy levels when I start work. I think we have to have a team formed before August 25th or something anyway.
Signing off! |
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| it's a shame about Ray |
[Jan. 5th, 2005|01:48 pm] |
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"It's A Shame About Ray"
by The Lemonheads.
I've never been too good with names
The cellar door was open I could never stay away
I know it's probably not my place
It's either or I'm hoping for a simple way of saying
It's a shame about Ray
In the stone under the dust his name is still engraved
Some things need to go away
It's a shame about Ray
If I make it through today
I'll know tomorrow not to leave my feelings out on display
I'll put the cobwebs back in place
I've never been too good with names but I remember faces
"Your Home Is Where Your Happy"
by The Lemonheads
Your home is where you’re happy
It’s not where you’re not free
Your home is where you can be what you are
As you were just born to be
Now they’ll show you their castles
And diamonds for all to see
But, they’ll never show you their peace of mind
‘Cause they don’t know how to be free
So burn all your bridges
Leave your past behind
You can do what you want to do
‘Cause you’re strong in your mind
And, anywhere you might wander
You can make that your home
Just as long as you’ve got love in your heart
You’ll never be alone
Just as long as you’ve got love in your heart
You’ll never be alone
You’ll never be alone.
"Alison's Starting To Happen"
by The Lemonheads
She’d shake it up, was hard to make out.
Now it’s plain to see
I couldn’t cook to save myself,
Found my life a recipe.
I never looked at her this way before,
But now she’s all I see...
Alison’s starting to happen,
Alison’s starting to happen,
Alison’s starting to happen to me
It’s so mesmerizing,
Can’t describe it,
All that inside, hey.
No one’s heard her last name, I ain’t asked,
So, who am I to blame?
An earthquakes started forming underneath my feet today...
Alison’s starting to happen,
Alison’s starting to happen,
Alison’s starting to happen to me
Oh, this world is topsy-turvy,
And it is mine to eat.
She’s the pebble in my mouth and underneath my feet.
She’s the puzzle piece behind the couch, made the sky complete.
Alison’s starting to happen.
Alison’s starting to happen.
Alison’s starting to happen.
Alison’s starting to happen.
Alison’s getting her tit pierced.
Alison’s growing a mohawk.
Alison’s starting to happen to me. |
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| Unruly Intuition |
[Nov. 29th, 2004|06:54 pm] |
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Well,
Saturday was the big day--I suprised Megan with 2 tickets to see the Tragically Hip for the first time. Boy whadda show. 3 encores!!
I tell you, nothing is as good on record as it EVER can be live!
Thank heavens for beer.
got nothing to bitch about--sorry. Except one small thing: why do men think they think when they're actually feeling?
This perplexes me. Feeling like you should refrain from speaking, is in fact, a feeling in itself. The feeling is REFRAIN. I just don't understand how guys somehow think they should refrain, but are unable to unit themselves intuitively with such a feeling and sensation.
That might seem somewhat obscure, but such occurances hit me quite frequently. I just can't seem to recall any specific occurance less trivial.
Anyway, you know what I mean! ;) |
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