tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12830308991379404472024-03-05T00:10:06.474-05:00Abstractual ChaosSound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-41574392893059239002009-05-29T18:16:00.001-04:002009-05-29T21:17:16.447-04:00If you need meYou can find me at KCL under the same name. I post log in only, and until I can justify spending the money for pro, that's how it will be.<br /><br />I did fairly well of staying out of the drama back when JS was around, so I feel I'll do just as well now that drama has appeared to opo up on KCL.<br /><br />It amazes me that the people who claim to hate drama the most are those who are always immersed in it.<br /><br />I used to be like that, then I grew up, and POOF! Drama gone! I'm not even 26 and I've learned this.<br /><br />Maybe I truly am an old soul.<br /><br />I have turned comments off for this entry, and this will probably be my last entry on blogger. I'll keep the account, and the page open, and read and comment on other journals on here that I follow but I don't plan on doing any actual updating.<br /><br />Carry on. There is nothing more to see here.<br /><br />S-E, out.Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-33330505122603597452009-05-11T02:29:00.001-04:002009-05-11T02:30:59.764-04:00this about sums things up, me thinks.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=" http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/bored_with_the_internet.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 798px;" src=" http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/bored_with_the_internet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-49404581204372137852009-04-13T20:32:00.002-04:002009-04-13T20:33:55.338-04:00I don't know which is worseThe fact that I know that I have grown up, or that you think you have, but in reality you are exactly the same as you used to be.<br /><br />I don't know what it means, other than I should have moved on a long time ago.Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-5068801432890435872009-03-21T23:34:00.003-04:002009-03-21T23:52:32.110-04:00you know your from...i found this on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">facebook</span> about my town. I feel a bunch of it's stupid, and don;'t understand quite a bit, so I put in bold the bits I *do* get. I also added some notations in parenthesis.<br /><br />You know you're from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Bradenton</span> when ...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... people ask you where you're from and you say Sarasota because no one knows where <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Bradenton</span> is. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">...when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Applebees</span> is the only thing open past 9:00pm. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... when the Southeast-Manatee game is the highlight of your school year. </span>(I went to Manatee)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... when your school gets bomb-threats weekly.</span> (it wasn't weekly, but it was a few times a year...)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... when there's only 2 roads in your town - one named after a Spanish conquistador and the other after a fat sea animal.</span> (this is oddly true...)<br /><br />... when you go to more parties out in fields then in a house. (I am not bolding this because I have yet to go to a field party. house parties I have been to plenty)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... when the highlight of the summer is a birthday party ... for a fat sea animal that will never die. </span>(this is July 3rd, and the fat sea animal that won't die is a manatee named Snooty and he shares his birthday with my mother who is exactly one year younger than him, which is why I am neglecting to mention either of their ages)<br /><br />... when you can find at least half your school at the beach on any given day. (i rarely went to the beach so I have no idea this is true)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... the entire town heads to the beach right before a hurricane hits. </span>(this is true...)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... you go to </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Bradenton</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Beach because Siesta Key is just too far. </span>(Siesta Key out past Sarasota, I never even went there until I was 21, and that was because Sarasota county beaches don't have the liquor laws that Manatee county beaches have. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Bradenton</span> Beach is referring to an area out on Anna Maria Island. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Bradenton</span> doesn't actually have a beach. We have an Island)<br /><br />... your town is known for an NBA ref getting caught assisting the Mafia.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... you know what 14</span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Th</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> St. is. </span>(it ain't pretty)<br /><br />... your volleyball coach gets caught picking up prostitutes. (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">WHOAT</span>?!)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... you know that you cross the bridge to get to the ghetto side. </span>(?? I am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">assuming</span> they mean Palmetto...?)<br /><br />... Natty Ice is a part of your everyday life. (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">EWWWWW</span> no)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... you've spent your Saturday nights </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Xtreme</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> bowling!</span><br /><br />... when Taco Bell is the ending of your night.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... when your school holds Homecoming in your cafeteria. </span>(The one <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">year</span> I went it was in the gym, but I did go to a dance or two in the cafeteria)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... you go east under the highway, you leave civilization. </span>(also known as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Myakka</span>)<br /><br />... you were in middle school and spent your Friday nights at the Royal Palm. ♥ (The Royal Palm is a movie theatre that did not come into <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">existence</span> until I was at least a junior in HS. It is a 20 theatre place that is out in Lakewood Ranch.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... you're proud of your illegal alien population. </span>(I wouldn't say proud, but it is quite large. They don't bug me, I don't bug them.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... it's not uncommon for the car next to you to have either a Confederate flag or fringe around the dash. </span>(this is true)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... when your graduation is held at the Manatee Convention Center. </span>(My sister's was. Mine was at the football field. At night. With Fireworks.)<br /><br />... your eardrums get blown out at graduation from the proud auntie behind you with the foghorn. (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">errrm</span>... I feel this is possible)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... you know you're better than Sarasota because you have a </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Super Target</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">. </span>(yea, but its out on University Parkway which is practically one of the boarders to Sarasota)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... you know exactly where </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Bradenton</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> ends and Sarasota begins. </span>(Its by airport that we share)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... you spent your elementary education at the landfill. </span>(I only recall one <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">field trip</span> to the landfill, thank you! Mostly, we went to visit Snooty...)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... when schools look like prisons. </span>(maybe its the prisons that look like schools?!)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... and it's not okay because your parents don't have money. </span>(it used to be pretty well to do... used to be)<br /><br />... when you spent prom night at the Ringling. (I didn't go to prom. by my own choice, thank you. However, I know that it was held at the gym, and my sisters were held at the civic center...)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... you've seen old man European ass in a thong at the beach. </span>(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">there's</span> also this guy that lives a few blocks over that does yard work in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">aslittleclothingaspossible</span>... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">ew</span>. and yea, he is old and fat)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... there's a Baptist church or nursing home at every corner. </span>(I lost count at 15 churches within WALKING DISTANCE of this house... all denominations though)<br /><br />... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Desoto</span> Square Mall is the classiest place you've ever been. (this mall is gonna <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">disappear</span> within the next few years. everything is closing)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... you know "The Island" is the only island. </span>(well, not the ONLY one, but when someone mentions an island, that is what they mean)<br /><br />... the coldest it gets is not too cold for flip-flops. (yea, if you want your toes to go numb... but yea, we wear sandals all year round)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... when the town population triples during Spring Break. </span>(and doubles during 'season' which is... now. damn snow birds)<br /><br />... you know the cops don't give a shit.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... half the town works for Tropicana and burnt orange peels wake you up in the morning. </span>(seriously, growing up half the kids I knew had at least one parent who worked there. and no, we don't get cheap deals on the juice)<br /><br />... it made front page news when a male model became an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Abercrombie</span> & Fitch model. ( i must have missed that issue of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">bradenton</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Harold</span>)<br /><br />...you laugh because people think that star athletes choose to live in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Bradenton</span> but you know it's just because of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">IMG</span>. (I met one at work, and my brother helped <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">pressure</span> wash one's house...)Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-43194599647881691972009-03-18T17:51:00.001-04:002009-03-18T17:53:17.851-04:00a bit of fluffI keep catching this song on the radio, so I thought I'd share.<br /><br />heehee<br /><br />lyrics below video.<br /><br /><br /><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-05225518385457029 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/iTjZMzjYaNo&hl=en&fs=1"></a><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-05225518385457029 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/iTjZMzjYaNo&hl=en&fs=1"></a><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iTjZMzjYaNo&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iTjZMzjYaNo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />Non-Dairy Creamer by Third Eye Blind<br /><br /><br />They call it KFC, cause it’s not really chicken<br />Hot cheetos for breakfast make a young student sicken<br />Did you ever think someone’s tricking you?<br /><br />And the guy in the pulpit is a bigot and a liar<br />Some kid walks into my school and opens fire<br />Heard any good jokes lately cause we sure do need em<br />My punk band’s call operation Iraqi freedom<br />Chorus<br /><br />What’s it going to be, are you real to me<br />Or are you non-dairy<br />Creamer<br /><br />And new love is burning up in me<br />Cause one in four American girls has an STD<br />You can buy yourself some implants<br />But you can’t buy a soul,<br />What’s threat level orange<br />With your chest puffed out, what are you so afraid about<br />What are you so afraid about<br />What are you so afraid of<br />What are you so afraid of<br />Chorus<br /><br />And two gay guys got married<br />And brought the family to its knees<br />How did they blow us to smithereens<br />Just a couple of queens<br />How did they do it, I’m telling you now<br />All marriage came to an end<br />And I found myself some culprits<br />It’s two young gay republicans<br />Young gay republicans<br />Chorus<br /><br />“Some of them we murder, some we let go…”Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-63161919788609652422009-03-16T14:33:00.002-04:002009-03-16T14:51:06.901-04:00An entry because its been over a weekFuck it. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">That's</span> the mood I'm in right this moment. I've been busy trying to get shit done and I'm getting little to no help from anyone who could actually help me. Sure, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">I'm</span> getting tons of encouragement (which means a LOT more than anyone could possibly realize) but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">I'm</span> getting no actual <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">involvement</span> from anyone.<br /><br />My last day at work is this coming Sunday. I work Today, tomorrow, Wednesday and Sunday.<br />If I didn't want/expect a cake so bad I'd have fucked off ages ago. I hate that place more than anyone could realize.<br /><br />I'm STILL trying to get a letter of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">REFERENCE</span> from my store manager. not a letter of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">recommendation</span>, I just want him to say that yes, I've been with the company for as long as I claim to have been (three years, Jan. 26) so, I've moved on from that. Fuck his letter, I've moved on to collecting personal <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">references</span> of my own. So far, I'm up to FIVE and I still have a few more I'd like to get. All I'm requesting is that I have permission to use the person as a personal <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">reference</span> and they write down their name (so I spell it correctly) and the best phone number to be reached at. One person even wrote me a letter! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Yay</span>! She's a front end supervisor and works in the office.<br /><br />I was scheduled for a dental appointment/cleaning tomorrow, I even had work schedule me late in the day so I could make the appointment. I scheduled the appointment for what I thought was to get a cavity fixed. I figure since I'm leaving state, I might as well get some dental stuff taken care of since I'm still paying that damn <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">care credit</span> bill (due to the economy i was unable to get it paid off before the interest kicked in...) Well, a little while ago, I realized that I hadn't gotten a confirmation call from the office. I call them myself, to make sure that 1) I have an appointment tomorrow, and 2) to figure out exactly what I'm expecting to have done.<br /><br />Good thing I did. the lady that answered haughtily told me that they had in fact called and confirmed my appointment but no one had answered and since I didn't have voicemail there was no way to leave a message. This made no sense. I have voicemail, and keep my phone on me at all times. I asked which number they called, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">apparently</span> they called my parents <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">land line</span>... which I have asked REPEATEDLY that they NOT USE! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Grrr</span>. Turns out, also that my appointment was for x-rays... so they could TELL me I had a cavity. I was annoyed, I cancelled the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">appointment</span>.<br /><br />I also cancelled my little backyard shindig that I have been trying to plan for the past couple weeks. It just wasn't coming together and I wasn't getting any support from the other people in this house, who though they claimed that the shindig would be fun and was totally do-able, they all decided that if I wanted it done I'd have to do everything myself, and well, our patio hasn't been used since last summer and had become over grown... so I spent my entire day off yesterday weeding the patio and trying to clean it and make it look decent... my legs and back are so sore today. The only people who were showing actual interest in coming were all people from work, who I see at work. All the others I have been trying to contact about the shindig... all I got was people from OUT OF STATE saying they would LOVE to come but sadly couldn't. WHAT ABOUT THE PEOPLE STILL IN TOWN?!<br /><br />Fuckers wonder why <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">I'm</span> leaving.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Okay, my mood is actually WORSE now, which sucks, cause the past few days I've been in a great mood.<br /><br />I'm ending this now. I don't know when I'll update again.Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-48035317573850774632009-03-07T00:00:00.001-05:002009-03-07T00:02:44.827-05:00Beer and Hot PocketsIts whats for dinner.<br /><br />Yea, it was one of<span style="font-style: italic;"> those</span> kinds of nights at work.<br /><br /><br /><br />I am waiting for some idiot to point out that I don't even like beer, just so I can throw an empty beer bottle at their skull.<br /><br /><br />Fuckers.Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-45865387337401684462009-03-05T13:21:00.002-05:002009-03-05T13:32:36.079-05:00whats going on in my worldthis is gonna be quick, I'm waiting on Mom to finish getting ready so we can go to lunch and run some errands before I go to work at 3.<br /><br />Pur planned time for leaving was 1pm and it is now 1:22, so by the time we leave, there will prolly only be time for lunch.<br /><br />Chinese buffet here I come! well, when I get there, that is.<br /><br />Okay, My last day of work is March 22nd.<br />I am planning a little backyard shindig to take place around 7pmish that night.<br />so far, I only have one person who seems interested...<br /><br />seriously, anyone who knows where my parents backyard is, YOU ARE WELCOME TO COME!<br /><br />I am leaving March 25th on a one way ticket to go hangout in Washington state for awhile and try to find work and blahblahblah.<br /><br />details. don't have time.<br /><br />Mom and I FINALLY made some progress on our mock up sewing project of a craft apron I want to make.<br /><br />Whenever I do crafts of any type, I always wear an old shop apron of my dads, but it doesn't quite fit right. too narrow in some spots, too wide in other spots and a good 8 inches plain too long all around. I have to use a saftypin to keep the neck strap at a reasonable length.<br /><br />I decided I wanted to make an apron and that it should be simple enough to do, since I have a sewing machine (that has only been used to sew scraps) and mom used to make shop aprons for her first husband (my sisters dad).<br /><br />We went to a fabric shop and looked around at fabrics, and decided that since we were there and since they were only a dollar each we might as well looks at patterns since buying and using an already made pattern is a lot easier than making a pattern from scratch which was the original plan...<br /><br />do you know how many patterns there are for aprons?!?!<br /><br />seriously, HUNDREDS...<br /><br />and the more I looked, the less I liked the basic apron style...<br /><br />so after about an HOUR of pouring over patterns at the fabric shop, I decided on the one I wanted.<br /><br />I picked it more for function over fashion.<br /><br />Its an over the head style that ties on the sides. It reminds me of my old daisy (first level of girlscouts, before brownies) uniform.<br /><br />since mom hasnt sewn in YEARS and well, I don't know nearly as much as I thought I did, we just got some inexpensive, lightweight, not ideal for a craft apron, BRIGHT GREEN (thats the color i wanted) broadcloth, to make a mockup, for practice purposes. once the mockup is finished (man its gonna be UGLY... BRIGHT green with dark purple bias tape... eww) we will find a fabric we agree on for the final product and then I will have my fully functional but not fashionable (but still totally awesome) craft apron! YAY!<br /><br />oh... I'm also dabbling in woodburning and one of these days I'll get the stain on the wood...<br /><br />oh, and I need dads suitcases so I can PACK...<br /><br />and moms ready for lunch, so bye!Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-66105270380509388232009-03-04T17:49:00.000-05:002009-03-04T17:50:08.959-05:00All time favoriteEnough said:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/nojWJ6-XmeQ&hl=en&fs=1"></a><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nojWJ6-XmeQ&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nojWJ6-XmeQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-85763896960872673332009-03-02T15:34:00.002-05:002009-03-02T15:37:08.005-05:00Hate my lifeactually, thats a song title.<br /><br />muhahahaha.<br /><br /><br />(but yes, I do hate my life... hence WHY I'M CHANGING IT!)<br /><br />this video struck me as funny, and its a rather upbeat song for everything it entails.<br /><br />enjoy! (lyrics posted below video)<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n3X2e89X6FY&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n3X2e89X6FY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Theory of a Deadman<br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>"Hate My Life"</b><br /><br />So sick of the hobos always begging for change<br />I don't like how I gotta work and<br />They just sit around and get paid<br />I hate all of the people who can't drive their cars.<br />Bitch you better get outta the way<br />Before I start falling apart<br /><br />I hate how my wife is always up my ass<br />She always wants to buy brand new things<br />But I don't have the cash.<br /><br />I hate my job, all of my rich friends<br />I hate everyone to the bitter end.<br />Nothing turns out right There's no end in sight<br />I hate my life!<br /><br />How come I never get laid nice guys always lose.<br />How could she have another headache<br />There's always some kind of excuse<br />I still hate my job, my boss is a dick<br />"I don't get paid nearly enough<br />To put up with all of your shit"<br /><br />I hate my job, all of my rich friends<br />I hate everyone to the bitter end.<br />Nothing turns out right There's no end in sight<br />I hate my life!<br /><br />I hate that I can't tell when a girl's underage,<br />You know, I tell her she's a nice piece of ass,<br />Then her daddy punches me in the face<br /><br />So if you're pissed like me<br />Bitches, here's what you gotta do<br />Put your middle fingers up in the air<br />Go on and say "Fuck you!"<br /><br />I hate my job, all of my rich friends<br />I hate everyone to the bitter end.<br />Nothing turns out right There's no end in sight<br />I hate my life!<br /><br />So much at stake, can't catch a break<br />I hate my life<br />No, it's nothing new hear "it sucks to be you"<br />I fuckin hate my life</span></span>Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-2975198401212307542009-02-27T16:52:00.002-05:002009-02-27T16:59:34.146-05:00I feel like a tool, at least I didn't cancel my upcoming dental appointment.the past few weeks, on and off, I've had pain in my mouth/jaw/ear area.<br /><br />First, I was convinced I'd somehow fucked up my jaw napping on the couch. (don't ask, it doesnt make much sense no matter how I explain it)<br /><br />Then, I figured it was the cavity that I neglected to get fixed ast year wehn I was dealing with my ROTTING wisdom teeth. (It wasn't bothering me, and like I said, I had ROTTING teeth to deal with)<br /><br />THEN, when it started to bug me when I swallowed, and the pain got so bad I was driven to tears, and at its worse the ENTIRE SIDE OF MY HEAD hurt, I came to the conclusion that it was my ear.<br /><br />A few days ago, when I was still convinced it was my teeth, I called and made a dental appointment.<br /><br />Later that day, I was convinced it was my ear, so I thought about cancelling the dental apt, but figured eh, might as well get the cavity dealt with.<br /><br />Today, the pain was so bad (amongst other things) that I called out of work. Thus forcing myself to go to the little clinic (thats what its called) and I figured I'd leave with a RX for a free antibiotic, cause well, I thought it was my ear.<br /><br />Nope. WRONG. both of my ears are in tip top shape.<br /><br />So are my teeth. The Psychian guy was jelous of my teeth, though he commented that it appeared that I had a grinding issue ('ve been told I do...) which prompted him to run another test that involved me moving my jaw in every direction imaginable...<br /><br /><br />and thus, the diagnoses of TMJ came about.<br /><br />so, yea, it's a jaw thing thats causing the ENTIRE SIDE OF MY HEAD to hurt.<br /><br />on the plus side, this will in no way effect flying cross country on a trip that the majority of people feel I am insane for taking.Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-46048746117674939362009-02-27T14:01:00.002-05:002009-02-27T14:09:41.433-05:00this is not one of my better daysI just called out of work.<br /><br />stating a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">baaaaaaad</span> ear ache (true) and a low grade fever (lie)<br /><br />I promised I would go to a clinic today (guess I'm gonna have to now) and that I'll try to be in tomorrow (who the fuck knows)<br /><br /><br />my dad and brother have taken to tag teaming me about why I SHOULDN'T leave.<br /><br />they seem under the misconstrued misconception that once I leave I will never come back.<br /><br />I am simply leaving on a one way ticket, with enough money put aside so I CAN get back, and yes, I plan on getting a job once I'm out there, and JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. They don't seem to understand that the more they try to stop me the more I feel I need to get the fuck out of this place, and ASAP.<br /><br />mostly, I called out of work today because the more and more I thought about leaving the house, the bigger the weight felt, and the last two times I forced myself to work when I felt like this, I wound up crying AT work, and well, that's just plain sloppy. Especially since I seem to have the impeccable timing of crying when there are no other females at work. Only males, and well, they just don't understand. Hell, females don't understand half the time either, but we're better at dealing with it.<br /><br />I don't know where this is going anymore.Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-27777854288676311542009-02-24T23:52:00.002-05:002009-02-25T00:15:29.187-05:00Distance: 2,953 milesTwo Thousand, Nine Hundred and Fifty Three Miles.<br /><br />That is the distance, according to Google Earth Maps, I will be travelling in less than a Month time.<br /><br />Actually, the distance will be greater since I'm flying into an airport north of my actual destination.<br /><br />Two Thousand, Nine Hundred and Fifty Three Miles is the distance from my current house and the house I will be staying at for the time being.<br /><br />This is quite probably the most insane thing I have ever done.<br /><br />It could easily be the most stupid.<br /><br />I don't think it will be though.<br /><br />A co-worker told me I would be okay if "you have a minimum of Five grand saved up. That way you can comfortably survive a month or two until you get a job"<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Uhm</span>... Do you know how long I could be comfortable if I had that kind of money saved up? I could get a new computer (this one, I fear is on its last legs) AND still "comfortably survive" a number of months.<br /><br />Needless to say, I don't have anywhere near Five Grand saved.<br /><br />I am more broke now than I have ever been, but I know that I will never have enough money saved to be comfortable with a move this big, and that if I don't do this now, I never will.<br /><br />I am 25 years old, with my GED. I have little college education, and have spent the last three years in a job that has not given me permanent full time, and no advancement other than my annual review and 3% raise. I have never lived away from home.<br /><br />I have taken baby steps my entire life.<br /><br />They have gotten me no-where.<br /><br />Its time I plug my nose, and jump. (Feet first. I'm not suicidal)<br /><br />None of this seems real to me. Not yet anyway. I'm just going through the motions, nothing has sunk in.<br /><br />I don't know when it will.<br /><br />I still have a lot to do.<br /><br />Well, everything really.<br /><br />So far, I've bought my ticket and informed my job that I'm quitting, and leaving state. (yea, the transfer didn't go through, but like I said, I've been there long enough. It's time I move on)<br /><br />I need to contact my bank that I'll be travelling indefinitely, and I should check with my cell phone company and see if I'm covered for that area in which I will be.<br /><br />I haven't packed anything, other than started making a mental list.<br /><br />I'm new at this. Cut me some slack, k?<br /><br />My last day at work should be a Sunday. I leave that following Wednesday.<br /><br />Oh, I should try to figure out if its worth it or not to spend $100 bucks on my passport. I will be close to Canada, after all. Plus, that would be a very handy thing to have in my position.<br /><br />Seriously, I'm so broke I would not turn down any donations. A new pair of sneakers would be nice. You know, in case I have to walk all 2,953 miles home.Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-70778769455497820072009-02-23T21:46:00.003-05:002009-02-23T22:13:05.007-05:00Don't laugh<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_8Y-XSHX2R5sPjxOmghnn2HjMkBVknu85nrqUhRgugvVPbMlOGAwbDrmQ7rbWSIuMS8HiDhfcBGHNePEDHAUlHdcZ6Tg4gsgdUgNZ_7k9mvufVsRhH8S2AU4oYalB2TR2I49sixXT5PGc/s1600-h/jitcrunch.aspx"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_8Y-XSHX2R5sPjxOmghnn2HjMkBVknu85nrqUhRgugvVPbMlOGAwbDrmQ7rbWSIuMS8HiDhfcBGHNePEDHAUlHdcZ6Tg4gsgdUgNZ_7k9mvufVsRhH8S2AU4oYalB2TR2I49sixXT5PGc/s320/jitcrunch.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306190118649411522" border="0" /></a>My brother had that bumper sticker, on the back of his cherry red '72 Volkswagen Bus.<br /><br />It was his first car. He showed up at my parents house with it one day when he was 21 and I was 14. He bought it from a friend, who in part of selling it had it painted from its old stereotypical hippie paint job of psychedelic colors and designs.<br /><br />Needless to say, we got a LOT of looks whenever he would give me rides places.<br /><br />That year, my parents went up to Atlanta on a long weekend, leaving me at the house partly alone. We had convinced A-boy to stay with me that night and the following night. He agreed to make sure I went to school, but he would in no way stay the weekend.<br /><br />I was a responsible enough to be left alone, even at the age of fourteen.<br /><br />I hated riding the school bus, so I was able to get my brother to pick me up from school. He would make sure I got to the bus stop on time, but he would not drive me to school.<br /><br />I remember walking out of the school, that first afternoon, with all the other kids who had rides picking them up. Every other kid was getting a ride home from either their mother, or a friends mother. I was the only getting picked up by my brother.<br /><br />In his cherry red '72 Volkswagen Bus, with a ball pit (made from McDonald's balls) in the back, and the above sticker smack on the back window.<br /><br />He was a stereotypical hippie in appearance. My best friends dad called my brother "Shaggy" and called his bus the "mystery machine" which only annoyed A-boy. He would always haughtily point out that the mystery machine was a Ford.<br /><br />A-boy was very happy when I appeared and told me to get in, and got s away from the school as fast as the bus would take us- which wasn't very fast. He was uncomfortable with all the open stares he was getting from all of the soccer moms. This was a couple of years before cell phones were in wide use, other wise, I'm pretty sure the cops would have been called, or the school alerted.<br /><br />Like I said, he only stayed with me the schools nights. Come Friday afternoon, I was alone.<br /><br />Well, alone from Adult supervision.<br /><br />I had arranged, earlier in the week to have another good friend, who was the same age as me stay over until Sunday. Her parent's were aware that mine were out of state, but I believe we neglected to mention that my brother would NOT be staying the night.<br /><br />Is it really that surprising that this was the first time I ever got stoned?<br /><br />I think not.Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-69126502923858686632009-02-18T03:11:00.002-05:002009-02-18T03:15:50.998-05:00copy, pasted, and posted.<span style="font-weight: bold;">written in may of 08. I don't recall if I posted it on JS or not.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A lot of it stands true for now...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">except, I bought a plane ticket a few hours ago.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">One way.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Maybe to where you think, maybe not.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Anyways, enjoy:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">May 10, 2008, 11:15 PM</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">You.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">You are the only one who tells me daily how rude I’m being.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Funny, everyone else seems to think it’s you.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">But I’m the one stupid enough to actually tell you.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">And that makes me a bitch.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">You are the reason I need to get away.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">You are the reason why I feel like I’m drowning. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Like a fish out of water, like the asthma commercial.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">You are the reason why I feel like I’m going to cry about 12 times a day.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">You are the reason for so many things right now. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Few of them good. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">And that makes me ill. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I feel like you’re just a waste of space right now, in my life. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Getting in the way of everything, holding me back without doing a damn thing. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">You are the one that brings me so low I have to inhale my way back up. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">You are the that makes my thoughts race so fast I can’t hold a single thought.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">You are not to be blamed for most of these things. I know this. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">However, I find it mighty coincidental that after your current habits started, I’ve found myself falling back through the hole I spent years crawling out of. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">It’s obvious to most who know me that I’m miserable here. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I don’t know if they realize how stuck I really am.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I feel like I’ve been stuck in a rut, and am just now realizing. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I’ve gotten to comfortable with myself and this life, that it makes my skin crawl. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Literally makes my skin crawl. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I spend too much of my time alone. Or with you. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I need to start… being an adult. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I feel embarrassed when I meet old acquaintance and I’m still at the same spot in my life, maybe even backtracked some, since the time we last met. </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I don’t go up to anyone. I wait to be approached. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I’m more uncomfortable then I have ever been, and this sucks, because barely 2 years ago, I was briefly at my most comfortable. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I felt like life was on track and going as planned. No, but that was 3 years ago, even still, two years ago I felt okay. Great even. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I wasn’t alone then, like I am now. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I’m more alone than I have ever been. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Part of me likes living in myself like I have lately. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">But I want to live outside, too. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I doubt myself more now than ever.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I want the happy medium, even if that means I turn into an eccentric. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Fuck, I’ve been an eccentric my entire existence. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">One of the few things I like about my self. Albeit, secretly.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">You are the reason that this is no longer about you. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The torch has passed itself onto me. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">May 11, 2008, 12:14 AM</span>Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-66026920587645479442009-02-17T13:59:00.002-05:002009-02-17T14:00:45.503-05:00sorry for my ansenceI have been around. PROMISE! I have been lurking, and reading, and occasionally commenting.<br /><br />I just haven't been updating. on here.<br /><br />I have so much to say and not sure how to say a single word.<br /><br />So until I figure it out, I'll probably be on the quiet side, posting entries filled of fluff.Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-63516223318383814982009-02-13T21:04:00.003-05:002009-02-13T21:06:07.927-05:00"Stop!"This chorus keeps running through my skull.<br /><br />so here's the video.<br />lyrics below<br /><br />Against Me!<br /><br />"Stop!"<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JskdLB0GuwY&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JskdLB0GuwY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.<br />Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.<br />Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.<br />You've got to make a serious decision.<br /><i>[x2]</i><br /><br />It could be me up there in stage lights.<br />It could be me on the TV in you living room.<br />It could be me jet setting with my band all across the world.<br />Appearing live in concert one night only, tickets sold out.<br /><br />Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.<br />Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.<br />Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.<br />You've got to make a serious decision.<br /><br />There I am giving candid disclosure to press in interview.<br />There I go on my way through the crowd up to the podium.<br />On behalf of our fans we'd like to accept this award.<br />Smile for the camera boys, gold record in hand.<br /><br />Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.<br />Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.<br />Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.<br />You've got to make a serious decision.<br /><br />All of our lives in waiting.<br />All of our lives traded for their roses and applause.<br />All of our lives dedicated to shoving it right back in their fucking face.<br /><br />Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.<br />Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.<br />Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.<br />You've got to make a serious decision.<br />I said you've got to make a serious decision.<br /><br />Stop! Take some time to think.Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-17348325582857188902009-02-12T15:32:00.003-05:002009-02-12T15:34:49.201-05:00An entry to reply to the comments in the previous postthis started out as a comment, but I decided to let it be a post instead.<br /><br />Thank you all for your comments.<br /><br />I have no intention of speaking to either of them again, at least never socially.<br /><br />They do have some items of mine, that I would like to get back. They've had them for awhile, and we always spoke of returning them to me, but one thing lead to another, and I never got them back. I was supposed to get them back the last time I saw them, but well, you know how that turned out.<br /><br />My plan will be to contact them, via email, because I have no interest what so ever to speak to either of them, and arrange for them to bring my things to the house when I am not home. My mother will probably be home, and well, I'll let her deal with them. I know she has a bunch of things she wants to say and is much better at controlling her emotions than I am. (hence why I chose to speak to her over messenger and not on the phone or in person)<br /><br /> Is this a low blow? Maybe. I'm sure it could he handled in a more mature manner, but right now, I feel I have control of the situation, and well, I want my things back, and I feel that someone needs to tell her the true details of the night, whether she listens or not.<br /><br />Everyone who I have spoken to about these events agree with me, and with all of you, in that she has a very serious problem, and is in denial over it. I am past the point of even wanting to help her. Her life is her own, I have my own shit to deal with.Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-3004584187108871242009-02-10T22:34:00.002-05:002009-02-10T22:41:35.452-05:00he didn't tell her.sorry it's not so eloquent, I wish it were more so.<br /><br />I spoke with psycho bitch on aim, last night.<br /><br />here is an exerpt.<br /><br />(psycho bitch is the new name for the one who gave me hell on new years)<br /><br />first, I asked if she was around. After a few minutes, I assumed she wasn't, and closed the chat window. this is where the conversation starts:<br /><br />[23:57] psychobitch: yeah<br />[23:58] Clairesey1: Just so you know, I don't hate you<br />[23:58] psychobitch: right on<br />[23:58] Clairesey1: However the trust that was there, is loooong gone.<br />[23:58] psychobitch: emofest go!<br />[23:58] Clairesey1: yea, I don't really want to go there, but if thats where this goes, then, oh well<br />[23:59] Clairesey1: What did Matt tell you happened, I'm curious. I only know my end, i'd like his perspective<br />[23:59] psychobitch: he told me the cops came and that i went crazy<br />[23:59] psychobitch: broke a tv or something<br />[00:00] Clairesey1: what else did he tell you?<br />[00:00] Clairesey1: or what else do you know?<br />[00:00] psychobitch: that you probably wouldnt be my friend anymore<br />[00:00] Clairesey1: did he tell you why?<br />[00:00] psychobitch: not really<br />[00:00] Clairesey1: Ah<br />[00:01] Clairesey1: so he left out that you pulled my hair so hard I was screaming for him to get you off of me, and that you BIT ME, TWICE?<br />[00:01] Clairesey1: you bit me so hard that the cops asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital. I didn't. I also waived my right to press charges.<br />[00:01] psychobitch: guess not, but he told me he puked all over himself in front of the cops lmao<br />[00:02] Clairesey1: oh, did he tell you that you pulled a knife on me? from the knife block?<br />[00:02] Clairesey1: thats when I freaked out and started screaming at the top of my lungs.<br />[00:02] psychobitch: so what is my response supposed to be here<br />[00:02] Clairesey1: this was after you plled my hair, and he got you off me, bit me twice, and threw your vacuum at the wall.<br />[00:02] Clairesey1: I don't know, I just wanted you to know<br />[00:03] Clairesey1: I'm no longer angry, I just wanted you to know<br />[00:03] psychobitch: sorry if its true, i dont remember anything and i highly doubt i would randomly get violent for no reason at all<br />[00:03] psychobitch: but hey man drunk people make no sense amirite<br />[00:03] Clairesey1: I still have one of the marks. I should have taken pictures, but I didnt.<br />[00:04] Clairesey1: anyways, I just wanted you to know I didn't hate you.<br />[00:04] psychobitch: awesome, didn't need that kind of shit festering<br />[00:04] Clairesey1: The person who attacked me wasn't you. You were long gone at that point.<br /><br />The conversation went on, for a few minutes longer, but it mostly tapered off. In the end, I told her I was gonna go and to take care. She wished me the same. That was it.<br /><br />There is so much left unsaid, that I don't plan to say.<br /><br />How much you want to bet she was drinking?<br /><br />yea.Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-83790938105149060172009-02-09T20:00:00.002-05:002009-02-09T20:06:16.170-05:00To the six that it concerns;Dear <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Westy</span>, Xanadu, Tuesday, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Aunty</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Sammi</span> and Mr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Scribs</span>,<br /><br />Your projects are in the works. I'll figure out what exactly I'm doing and how to get them to you at a later time and date.<br /><br />Right now, I can tell you that the following items are involved one way or another in what I'm creating:<br /><br />canvas board,<br />wooden plaques,<br />duel tipped markers in twelve colors,<br />wood stain,<br />wood engraver,<br /><br /><br />there are a couple projects in the works. some of you will receive one, while the others will receive another.<br /><br />This is all stuff I had lying around <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">un</span>-used.<br /><br /><br />*cue the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">maniacal</span> laughter*Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-77680375003293965212009-02-07T17:18:00.003-05:002009-02-07T17:34:06.629-05:00just keep swimming.As a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Floridian</span>, most people assume I grew up on the beach and/or in a pool.<br /><br />True, I have always lived within a 15minute drive to a beach. I have always known someone with a pool.<br /><br />Most people assume I'm a kick ass swimmer, because 1) I've lived by water my entire life, and I have a broad back.<br /><br />I'm not really sure what the broad back has much to do with swimming, but it sure hasn't helped me much.<br /><br />I didn't learn to swim until I was 8, a few months shy of being 9.<br /><br />It wasn't from lack of trying. When I was four, my mom enrolled me in summer swimming lessons at the public pool at G.T. Bray Park a mere five minute car ride from the house.<br /><br />I was in a class with other kids my age. The first class, we were expected to sit on one of the lower steps of the pool, with only our eyes and nose out of the water. We were learning how to breath under water. I panicked, and wound up having to be removed from the class. One of the instructors took me out of the pool, wrapped me in my towel, and took me to the concession stand for a lolly pop.<br /><br />The second day, we were expected to let go of the edge of the pool, without swim rings on.<br /><br />Again, I was removed from the class.<br /><br />The third day, my mom joined me, and I was moved to the class level below the preschoolers.<br /><br />It was a Mommy and Me styled class, in the kiddie pool, where we paddled along and played in the water. I loved that pool at four years of age, I was already taller than other kids my age, I towered over the other kids in the group. I think I was the only potty trained kid. I could stand in the middle of the pool and still have my upper body be completely out of the water.<br /><br />By the end of the sessions, the mommy and me kids were all comfortable in the water and ready for the next level.<br /><br />All of the kids in the class I had been booted from were all swimming well enough they were allowed to jump off the diving board into the deep end.<br /><br />When I did learn to swim, four years later, it was by accident. I was in the deep end of a hotel pool. I had gotten there by walking along the edge of the pool, and i lost my grip on the edge and in a frantic paddle, I was able to stay afloat.<br /><br />I had quit wearing swim rings by that point, because they were a pain to keep on, so I always just hung onto the edge if I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">couldn't</span> tough the bottom.<br /><br />Now, at the age of 25, I can dog paddle, tread water, and float.<br /><br />I have never been able to dive to the bottom, and I have no plans on ever needing to do so. I can keep myself afloat, and am fairly certain that in an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">emergency</span> I could keep another person afloat also.<br /><br />I have never been a fan of diving boards, or even jumping off the edge. I was always a "walk out and swim back" type of gal.<br /><br /><br />Now, I need to dive into depths unknown.Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-45374341983857608752009-02-06T00:52:00.002-05:002009-02-06T00:57:11.626-05:00I feelStuck.<br />Confused.<br />Lost.<br />Dizzy.<br />Bemused.<br />Asphyxiated.<br /><br />And, roughly, 18,000 other distinct feelings bordering on the negative.<br /><br />Why?<br />Anything.<br />Everything.<br /><br /><br />You know, Life, the Universe, and Everything.<br /><br />I hope I haven't burned my bridges, and if I did, then I pray that I can mend them.<br />Especially the ones I haven't even crossed yet.<br /><br />You know, cause, sometimes I use a flame thrower.<br /><br /><br />No clue if that made any sense to anyone else, but the image of me throwing flames at a bridge off in the future was slightly amusing to myself.<br /><br />I need to use a sick day.<br /><br />From myself.<br /><br />Unfortunately, I can't find the paperwork needed to file for that type of claim.Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-22194540576494750442009-02-05T16:28:00.002-05:002009-02-05T16:31:20.509-05:00I think I can understand where they're coming from but... no, not really (stolen from my local paper. no real updates til I get a sixth person!)<div id="wide"> <div id="storyDate-Links"> <span class="pubDate">Posted on Thu, Feb. 05, 2009</span> </div> <h1 id="storyTitle">Family sues Albertsons over debilitating crash</h1> <span id="byLine">By ROBERT NAPPER</span><br /> <span id="creditline">rnapper@bradenton.com</span> <div id="storyBody"><p>BRADENTON — Monica Costello’s pain is still raw as she recalls the accident that left her son nearly brain dead and wheelchair-bound, most likely for the rest of his life. </p><p>Some days, it gets so tough she wonders if she did the right thing for her son by keeping him alive. </p><p>“I ask myself all the time if he would have wanted this,” she said. “It is terrible agony to wonder that and feel at the same time there is no way I think I could handle being the person to take my son out of this world.” </p><p>Ryan Costello, 22, has been in a wheelchair since the April 8, 2006, crash, in which the Florida Highway Patrol says his friend, Zane Zavadil, 19, drove off Anna Maria Bridge. FHP troopers ruled both Costello, then 19, and Zavadil, who died in the crash, had been drinking alcohol before the accident. </p><p>Now an Orlando attorney hopes to prove the Albertsons grocery store chain is responsible for the crash that brought widespread publicity and sadness in Manatee almost three years ago. </p><p>Attorney Woody Igou filed a lawsuit Wednesday at the Manatee courthouse stating several witnesses have given sworn testimony that they were with Costello and Zavadil, who were underage, when they bought the alcohol they drank before the crash from the Albertsons store at 7415 Manatee Ave. W.</p><p>The lawsuit also alleges an ongoing pattern of sales of alcohol to minors at the store. Igou said during his investigation, several witnesses have also testified to buying alcohol from the store more than 200 times while underage.</p><p>Igou argued in his lawsuit that Albertsons engaged in “grossly negligent conduct that contributed to the injuries and losses to plaintiffs and others.” </p><p>The lawsuit was filed against Supervalu, Inc., a Minnesota-based company described in the suit as the owner of the Manatee Avenue store at the time of the crash. However, a Supervalu spokeswoman said the company did not own the Albertsons store at the time of the crash, which Igou refuted.</p><p>Officials with Supervalu and Albertsons, LLC, the listed owner of the Manatee Avenue Albertsons, did not return phone calls seeking responses to Igou’s claims. </p><p>Monica Costello said attorneys for Supervalu have been to her house and examined her son’s condition, as well as the medical equipment needed to keep him alive. But she has not heard from Supervalu or Albertsons since. </p><p>Igou said he has sought to settle with Albertsons officials, but he said his phone calls are not being returned. </p><p>Said Costello: “To me that is a slap in the face, that they won’t even acknowledge us.” </p><p>Igou said a medical expert he hired said the cost of medical care for Ryan Costello for the rest of his life will amount to an estimated $15 million to $20 million, which he is seeking in the lawsuit. </p><p>Costello said her son’s injuries have crushed her not only emotionally but financially.</p><p>“It has been beyond catastrophic for a single mother,” she said. </p><p>The lawsuit is not just about the money, she said. Costello often talks to DUI offender classes about the dangers of drinking and driving, and she says she just wants to see a store she believes is consistently selling alcohol to minors to stop. </p><p>“I am not saying my son is not responsible for his part of what happened to him. As you can see, he’s paying severely for what he did,” Costello said. “I just want Albertsons to be held responsible to operate under the letter of the law. One boy lost his life, another boy lost the life he knew. I just don’t want any other mothers to go through this.”</p> </div> <h4>© 2009 Bradenton.com and wire service sources. All Rights Reserved. <a href="http://www.bradenton.com/">http://www.bradenton.com</a></h4><br /><br /><br />if you go to the papers webpage, there are pictures of the kid and his mom. I went to HS with him, and Zane, but was a senior when they were freshman. I kinda knew Zane, we had an art class together and sat at the same table. He was the obnoxious freshman surrounded by seniors. I wasn't really a fan, but I was saddened when I heard of his death, just because well, I knew him, and he died and he was younger than me. Shit like that sucks.<br /><br /></div>Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-40184803739623751592009-01-30T15:18:00.003-05:002009-01-30T15:25:34.156-05:00A game like thinger (stolen from Westy!)okay, this part I copied and pasted: <span style="font-style: italic;">The first six people to respond to this post will get something made by me.</span> <p style="font-style: italic;"><strong>This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:<br /></strong><br />- What I create will be personalized and intended for you.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;">- It’ll be done this year (2009).</p> <p style="font-style: italic;">- You will have no idea what it’s going to be. It may be a poem, a story or article collection, a food item, an herbal mix or tea or incense, a recipe collection, a piece of jewelry, or anything in between! Who knows? Not you, that’s for sure!</p> <p style="font-style: italic;">The catch? You have to put this offer in your journal or blog as well, and make six things for your friends!</p><p style="font-style: italic;"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold;">This part is totally ME except I can't get the Italics to turn off... damn it... so I'll make it BOLD.</p><p style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold;">okay, I got the italics turned off, but decided to keep this part in bold so you will READ IT. thanks!<br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold;">Okay, so I'm gonna do my bestest to follow through assuming that people actually want to participate. I'm not really that creative in the kitchen, and I sure as hell don't know how to make incense, but there is a fair bit I CAN do, given enough time and some cash in a craft store. I'm not the best about getting stuff in the mail (sorry anyone who didn't receive their Christmas cards... those are still sitting on my shelf, I never did get around to getting stamps...)</p><p style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold;">Anyways, with the time line of the whatever being received, and who knows, maybe I'll write a poem? except, probably not, cause I haven't been doing much of that lately. Maybe a blog? eh... not really a blogger though I do have a digital camcorder I've never used... who knows, I'll think of SOMETHING, assuming that people actually want to participate.</p><p style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">First six. LEAVE ME COMMENTS NOW!</span><br /></p>Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283030899137940447.post-30398579606175707042009-01-26T00:23:00.001-05:002009-01-26T00:23:20.009-05:00musical survey stolen from myspace<span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinPost_BodyRO_Textbox">Go to your music<wbr> playe<wbr>r of choic<wbr>e and put it on shuff<wbr>le. Say the follo<wbr>wing quest<wbr>ions aloud<wbr>, and press<wbr> play.<wbr> Use the song title<wbr>s that come up to answe<wbr>r each quest<wbr>ion.<br /><br /><br />NO CHEAT<wbr>ING!<br /><br />How does the world<wbr> see me?<br />Overw<wbr>eight<wbr>- Blue Octob<wbr>er.<br /><br /><br />Och<br /><br />Will I have a happy<wbr> life?<br />Alone<wbr>, Toget<wbr>her- The Strok<wbr>es.<br /><br /><br />What do peopl<wbr>e reall<wbr>y think<wbr> of me?<br />Bad Scene<wbr> and a Basem<wbr>ent Show-<wbr> Less Than Jake<br /><br /><br />Do peopl<wbr>e secre<wbr>tly lust after<wbr> me?<br />So Nice,<wbr> So Smart<wbr>- Kimya<wbr> Dawso<wbr>ne<br /><br /><br /><br />How can I make mysel<wbr>f happy<wbr>?<br />Retro<wbr> Verti<wbr>go- Mr.<br /> Bungl<wbr>e<br /><br />What shoul<wbr>d I do with my life?<br />Ramon<wbr>a- Guste<wbr>r<br /><br />oh.<br /><br /><br />Will I ever have child<wbr>ren?<br />Thru The Eyes of Ruby-<wbr> Smash<wbr>ing Pumpi<wbr>ns<br /><br /><br />What is some good advic<wbr>e for me?<br />Daria<wbr>- Cake<br /><br /><br /><br />What do I think<wbr> my curre<wbr>nt theme<wbr> song is?<br />Whose<wbr> Got The Crack<wbr>- Moldy<wbr> Peach<wbr>es<br /><br />errr.<wbr>..<br /><br />What does every<wbr>one else think<wbr> my curre<wbr>nt theme<wbr> song is?<br />Jesus<wbr> on the Radio<wbr>- Guste<wbr>r<br /><br /><br /><br />What type of men/<wbr>women<wbr> do I like?<br />She'<wbr>s Only 18- Red Hot Chili<wbr> Peppe<wbr>rs.<br /><br /><br /><br />So.<wbr>.. I like young<wbr>er guys?<br /><br />What is my day (<wbr>tomor<wbr>row) going<wbr> to be like?<br />You Look Like I need a Drink<wbr>- Again<wbr>st Me!<br /><br />uhm.<wbr>.. sums thing<wbr>s up fairl<wbr>y well,<wbr> me think<wbr>s...<br /><br /><br />Why am I here?<br />Piano<wbr> Man- Ghost<wbr>land Obser<wbr>vator<wbr>y<br /><br /><br />What will peopl<wbr>e remem<wbr>ber me for?<br />Nothi<wbr>n' - Reel Big Fish<br /><br /><br />Oh, dear.<wbr>..<br /><br /><br />What song will I get stuck<wbr> in my head tomor<wbr>row?<br />The Space<wbr> They Can'<wbr>t Touch<wbr>- Less Than Jake<br /><br />What will this year be all about<wbr>?<br />Good Bye In Gasol<wbr>ine- Less Than Jake<br /><br /><br />HELLZ<wbr> YEA!<wbr>!!! This song is the song I ALWAY<wbr>S play as the plain<wbr> leave<wbr>s Flori<wbr>da...<br />(if you don'<wbr>t know this song look up the lyric<wbr>s... serio<wbr>usly,<wbr> best song for leavi<wbr>ng.<wbr>..)</span>Sound Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13225935836162974542noreply@blogger.com2