Yeah, I kinda didn’t post anything yesterday, damn me. I blame the vodka! Anywho, ‘tis only fair that I give my legions of fans a double-stuf edition of my bloggage. I’m thinking musing about the past two days will MORE than fill up the space, and if not I think I may cover Rufus Wainwright or something just as obscure haha.

All my birthday celebrations are usually late, and this year was no different. Sometimes I think my dad forgets that I am, y’know, nineteen instead of nine. We went to see Beverly Hills Chihuahua for MY birthday. I spent most of the time feeling bad for the main dog, all dressed up in little prissy outfits down to the BOOTIES.

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YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN?!?!

Anywho, that was a wasted hour and a half of my life and a wasted canister of gum my younger sister knocked in the sticky morass at our feet. By  that point I was almost looking forward to dinner with both my boyfriend and my parents….for the first time. DUN DUN DUN!

That went surpsrigly well, thank gods. My stepmom is quite a sociable person and my sisters are serious chatterboxes….my dad was the one I was really worried about. His unsociable ass connected with my lover quite well on the levels of shitty jobs and drunken friend stories. I drew a proverbial breath of relief! Not only did they all get along with each other, I got to leave my family behind and go back to college.

I have come to the realization that even though I really, truly love my family they are the worst thing for me mentally. Apparently I can’t deal with the stresses they put on me, what with the fights over the dumbest shit and me being used as the babysitter at each and EVERY opportunity. Part of me feels somewhat stupid for being unable to cope with such small hardship compared to others, but I just can’t. That’s all there is to it.

What fun I shall have at therapy Tuesday!!!

Ok, let’s get onto a slightly more positive note.

I pretty much love Rufus and everything he has ever recorded. I’m a squeeing fangirl and I’m okay with that. I chose his first album cover for my next picture because I’mma thinking that I shall cover all Rufus’ albums one at a time so I have enough space to squee properly about each one and what I think of the songs and how they have affected me personally and all the epiphanies springing from those times and all that jazz.

Let’s start with the first song on the album, ‘Foolish Love’. A haunting opening to his lyrical sound, the piano and voice combination just speaks. Speaks of love so intense it backfires into all aspects of life, causing one to do things like ‘take my coffee black, never snack’ and just in general supercrushing. The strangest part, and I have noticed this myself in my more self-destructive relationships, is that one KNOWS just how foolish it is, but still one does it. Love is dangerous. Luckily I’m a love lemming.

The second song, Danny Boy, was just a pleasant tune to me. All of his music, even the ones I don’t particularly get anything earth-shattering out of, just has this incredibly soothing effect on me. His music just washes over me, smoothing away all my mood bungee-jumping. I love him for that…if it could be said that songs could save a life, his saved mine. Well, my number is up. I’ll continue this segment after my personal blabbing each day until I get through all his albums and shitloads of soundtrack songs. Peace.

Today is my 19th birthday. Man I’m old. Enough of that! This is a milestone in my life, a year of positivity. After much growing in the past five months, I realized that I needed to chronicle the events in my life again, cuz just maybe it’d be interesting both now and in the future.

-Course, not everyday is going to be this freaking mushy. I’m including a variety of topics along with my slice-o-life.-

Tomorrow is going to kick some ass! I get to see my lover again, eat at the fiine establishment of MEXICAN HARDEE’S, and go to my favorite Chinese grocery (please gods don’t let it be fish day!!) I will have also been a non-smoker for three long weeks now. Yeah, you guys missed my smoking days. Be glad haha. I’m totally NOT still a bit of a party girl. >>

Speaking of parties, there shall be drunkeness held in my honor this Saturday, barring the mom pestering me to come visit her instead. (Sometimes I think my decision to go to school only half an hour away was a bad one. -_-) Personally, I’m drinking nothing but Cosmos the entire party, for I’m just that fabulous~!

~Mix 2 parts lemon vodka to one part triple sec combined with one part cranberry and the juice of half a lime. Cointreau or other high-quality triple sec provides a cleaner taste than cheaper triple sec, and is generally substituted in the cosmopolitan. Grand Marnier produces a very sweet and cloying version, and is frowned upon by many. The cranberry mainly adds colour and should not excessively dilute the drink.~

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Currently, I’m revisiting an old book I got in third grade. I still friggin’ love it even now: Well Met By Witchlight.

Nina Beechcroft’s epically British novel is all about a trio of children who discover a merry little old lady in the woods near their new home. She’s a good witch who likes to do benevolent deeds such as giving Christopher the strength of ten for a day (his birthday!!) and magically protecting the children from the rain. All is not well in the land, as in the next village over there is an evil witch…Written in the 1970’s, prolly to cash in on the newborn Tolkien craze, it’s a dreamy trip to childhood. Hard to find, but a good buy for your young Harry Potter fiends out there.

asking why ruins it.

Therefore, I shan’t consider what is causing my giddyness. Somehow I think it might have something to do with a wise old friend, the mix CD i found, and/or being incredibly slaphappy.

Either way, wheee! I went today with my CBFF to Wally-World and I bought Hello Kitty bandaids and this hair mousse because it said ‘romantic’ on the bottle. Now I have two bucks to last me two weeks, but hopefully I’ll live. And bum cigarettes. If not, who knows? I may actually QUIT. Oh, and get laid.

Yeah, that’s really gonna happen. Heh, I’m a negative optimist. Or is that a positive pessimist? Ooooh…..

Anywho, tomorrow should be very interesting, as I have blocked out Saturdays as FUCK YOU RESPONSIBILITY days. Right now, I have much sleep catching up to do, then I’mma wallow in the shower with my citrus smelly-goods! Then I’ll watch the first Godfather movie, then go to this free show at my campus of Forever the Sickest Kids. Knowing how charged up concerts get me, I’ll prolly drop in then. Moar sleep to follow. Mmm, sleep.  The word sounds nice in my mouth, like rose comfits.

Poo, my mix CD ran out. Now time to switch to Type O Negative, for it is conducive to…..something!

Really, I’ve been keeping in pretty good touch with my family, as almost every member has laffed at me over that damn awkward date. Empathy isn’t a strong point ’round here, I guess. Either way, I am getting the shit pestered out of me to go home for the weekend or have people come up. This is going to have to stop, the weekends are MY time dammit. I smell a battle over this one. Nothing like the clash over the smoking, however. That will be horrendously epic.

And still, I’m bubbly. Guess I better pass out before I start singing that stupid-ass ‘Bubbly’ song that one blonde sings.

Sweet sheets~

Thursday was a day without a post! Nooo!

Here it is!

Fifteen French Words:

Un timbre—postage stamp

doux—soft, sweet

la guerre—war

un metier—job

un cours—class

l’agrafeuse—stapler

un bureau de tabac—tobacco store

vivre—to live

la fenetre—window

un pont—bridge

l’ananana—pineapple

L’epee—sword

le lit—bed

l’argent—money

donner—to give

WISDOM!

I really seem to lose my shoes frequently these days. This morning, for example, I had on these sweet little Greek-inspired champagne sandals. Rain was pouring down, and the leather soles got so slippery it was either break my neck or go au naturel. So I went real native.

The white lines on crosswalks are smooth. So are the flagstone steps of the art building. After a trip down the gallery rabbit hole and a battle with a lying elevator, I made it to Art 115 15 minutes early. Sans cigarettes. The room is your avarage studio, weird little drawing donkeys to sit on and draw. Class was pretty average too, reviewing yet ANOTHER syllabi. The teacher looks like he’s pretty kickass and the class frankly scares the hell out of me. Woot!

 After Morningstar the Kickass (my teacher) let us out twenty minutes early, I huddled under a smoking hut with a buncha other fellow fiends. Y’know, the usual on a rainy and/or sprinkly day. I ran into my BFC (best college friend) under the Phelps Stokes hut and we dashed through the rain to my French lecture. It’s things I already know, but I suppose I need review and all that….Either way, I’m stoked that my roomie is in the class with me. I see homework collaboration in the very near future.

I have a job too, as part of the contribution to Haven’s epic kickassery. Weaving is very theraputic for me, cause beating the living snot out of fibers to make the weave tight makes me feel better. Surprisingly, the workshop is VERY loud due to the fly-shuttle looms, which have a weird machinery thing to ‘em that crashes and bangs and weaves much faster than I do. Just about the only thing I don’t like is that I can’t curse at my work as I usually do with school because stupid tours come through at the most random times…not the best time to get a splinter and drop the F-bomb.

Not sure if it was the drizzle or what, but I just got so down for a while in the late afternoon….I’m lucky to be in such a caring lil’ place. I was allowed to talk and then coddled with giant bubblegum slushies. Oh, and I have plans to call the college shrink tomorrow so I don’t get apathetic again and fail out of school. My BCF threatened me with holding my cigarettes hostage if I stop going to class. He’s a mean one, no?

Here I sit, trying to procrastinate deciding between Appalachian and Women’s Studies. Ick. I’m juggling the levels of suck, listening to Happiness Is A Warm Gun, singing terribly, and some little corner of me is still stubbornly leaping barefoot in the rain.

May you never have as many blisters as me.

Hey y’all. :3 I’m sure all of you have moved on, but for those of you left, here I go. It’s me, the Kentucky girl returned. Or something like me, cept with purple hair and a penchant for clove cigarettes. Oh, and lotsa nice fun relationship baggage! Woo!

 New, improved, and I hope to the gods a better writer. If anyone knows how to delete old posts on here, lay it on ME. Anywho, now to business before I start tangenting again. I have a lovely free laptop from Berea College, hereafter referred to as Haven. Now I can post everyday like I used to, cept with more fun things and less musing….maybe.

 I expect them to be 500 words each time or something kinda like that. Sunday I have set aside for purely musing and/or brooding, and Thursday is when I bedazzle you with my command of random-ass words in various foreign languages.

 Soo, I suppose I should give the CliffNotes of how the last two-thirds of senior year went. Break out the Kleenex people, here we go. I gave up on a 2.5 year relationship basically. I broke up with him on Valentine’s Day….but I don’t think I’ll regret it, as he’s really shown his true colors recently. And they are a full rainbow of ‘em. Hating myself for what I did to him, I sank into this really odd state of controlled rage. I slept around ten hours in a week and failed everything in class, although I had so many extra credits it didn’t matter. Parts of those awful months I can’t even remember, and god only knows what I said to my friends. I’mma guess it wasn’t too nice, since they all left me in the lurch in the end. Or not, who knows? My choice of companions has never been too good.

I turned to the Internet like every other insomniac whiny young adult. And strangely, I found a home I was missing in my RL, as the abbreviation goes. So somehow between an illegal free World of Warcraft server, various instant messengers, and over 100,000 collective text messages, I pulled the pieces together. The famdamily was dsyfunctional as ever. My father and mother fought constantly over driving me places due to heightened gas prices (fucking hate cars even more now) and their weird little power plays that they’ve refrained from indulging in up to this point. I’ll never understand how they couldn’t wait a month or two more to tear into each other. Such a great help.

 Arent’cha glad you missed all that?

 Now as for my new life at my own little speck of Haven, I love it here. Absolutely would not go anywhere else. Then again, I haven’t been to class yet. Badum-pish!

More about this at a more relavant hour. :3

Godspeed.

Yep yep.

My perceptions suck.

I want Sailor Moon japanese DVD’s hardcore.

I am a drowsy person guys. From the lack of my favorite blogs, everyone is with me. Haha. Right now, I could do a ninja showdown with a kung fu master for a cappuchino. But nooooooooo, these damn points are mean to me!

 Thanksgiving was a madhouse like it usually is at my house, but it’s a kinda enjoyable chaos. Like woooo or something. Perhaps. One of my cousin’s boyfriends gave me his copy of Shadow of the Colossus for the PS2, so woo.

This obsession with the word woo is a bit puzzling to me. Oh well. This post is gonna be all non sequiter-y so bear with me. I can finally play Guitar Hero II on medium! This was an achievement that took nights of fervent toil and cursing at little dots on a screen. One day I’ll have a heart-attack and my obituary will read: Had a heart-attack due to excessive stress playing Guitar Hero XIIIII. Or something.

My classes are rolling along, and sometime near the 10th of December or so, I’m supposedly supposed to get a new teacher for this class. As I leave this class after Christmas break, I shall tell this teacher man to leave me alone and I won’t play any games. Y’know, because I’ll just write on here everyday and poke around in NPF and stuff.

I’va also come to the conclusion that I have terrrible anger management problems. Most of the time, I’m like about to asplode at the least proverbial bump in the road and my boyfriend D gets it in the ass everytime and then we gat all grumpy and I just need to kill more things on my RPG’s I think. Haha. Oh yeah, and I need to sleep MUCH more, but that’s another story that would take up volumes of stuff.

So, what do you guys do when you realize that you really didn’t pick such a good friend[s]? The break up, the ignore, the what?

Not to end this on a serious note, but I’m writing an EPIC poem about coffee. Comments?

I really haven’t been putting as much thought and care into my posts lately, and I really need to correct that. A lot of things in my life need to be changed, and I’ve come to the realization that I have to do it myself, not bitch about it. So yay? I’m actually growing up. A little. Maybe.

So now I’m on WeightWatcher’s Points system, because I need something to keep track. It’s a RPG!!!! I have to keep extra points every day so I can level up! Woo. More like, dammit why doesn’t [fill in the blank] have a points thingy on it!!! On a better note, a HK candy bracelet is only like 2 points.  And you get ‘em three for $1. Cheap happyness. This is the essence of Hello Kitty, no?

I shall try to not whine and moan and be negative about things and get a little more proactive. Damn, that means I’ll have less to write about……..Hee hee. Or I just could mix it up a little. Ooh, now I’m Rikku! W00t.

School is kinda easy now anyway…..I totally forgot my notebook at home for the first time all year. Of course, I forgot it with homework tucked inside. College crap is actually rolling right along. Nice to know that something can go right.

 Now I shall topic jump again to where I am right now. My entire class is drooling over Guitar Hero III. Looks pretty bitchin’, but I’m not very good and I’m not gonna fail all over the place. I save that for home. These people are insane though, playing without even looking at the screen on Through The Fire and Effing Flames. Never did like Dragonforce much. Their songs sound the same, kinda like Tool.

Last night I stuffed my fat-ass black cat into a yellow Winnie-the-Pooh onesie and watched him be pissed at the universe. And I laughed. Oh, did I laugh. And my universe was completed. Comments?

Maybe? Acording to Borders, I suppose so.

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/12/business/media/12borders.html?_r=2&ex=1352610000&en=174e217d1e4cb051&ei=5090&partner=rssuserland&emc=rss&oref=slogin&oref=slogin

 Personally, I have no problem with TV itself,  just the results. My itty-bitty sister likes the noise, so we have to leave it on ALL the time. Before she was born, we never turned on the TV except to actually watch something. I’m used to no TV and that damn thing is so distracting to me. Ruins my day sometimes, man.

Especially on Mondays. Gah. They always have all kinds of sitcoms on I think is ABC [?], and on Mondays it’s all new crap that is funny/ distracting. I get nothing done and then it starts off my schoolweek kinda shitty.

But I shall digress. I greatly crave a cappuchino. A nice hot crappy convience store cappuchino. ^_^

And I put my name into a drawing for a Zen Stone mp3 player.

Sexy, no?

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