In addition

One thing I forgot, for the people who read my blog but may not read Marigold's, you can go here to check out some pictures from my san diego trip. I'm in a lot of the pictures because Marigold has it bad for me. BAD.

Good Times.

So since the wedding and seeing old friends I've been thinking fondly of old times. Not that the times were actually good times but I like to think on them fondly and pretend they were good times. Also, another way to have good times is fondling. Fondling young fawns, for instance. At any rate, I was going through a box of good times, a veritable treasure chest of treasured memories and I found this hilarious yet incredibly offensive letter than my friend Sheila wrote to my friend Becky in a class they were taking together. Even though it is incredibly offensive and not terribly well written (poor grammar and some questionable spelling) I have decided to reproduce it here, in my blog. So consider yourself warned.

"Dear Becky,
Darling dearest one, how are you? Are you enjoying this fairly groovy math class? Despite the toothy tardy one it is great! In my opinion anyway. The teach is pretty cool for a monotone manzelle math maniac man. I thought that you would appreciate this fun, cutsie little notesie I write to you in honor of highschoolishness and stupidedness. This class is seeming so very elementary to my widdle biddle soul. I have my trouble with the classroom concentration time. What about you?
Well, I bess be on my way Bessie, the teacher is spying my notewritingness with an eye ready to take disciplanary action on my anus-hole. Bye Bye now.

P.S. You are a dirty whore cunt-rag. You have fag-breath you stupid fucking (racist epithet deleted)pig dog. Later I will fuck you painfully in your face-hole. You'd like that, wouldn't you? You disgust me you silly smelly slut.
heart Sheila."

I may post some additional notes and letters I found without the permission of the writers if the response to this one is not too bad.

Have a Scaaaaary Chanukah

Hi. You know, sometimes with all this holiday hustle and bustle, it can be easy to forget the true meaning of Halloween. We observe Halloween to celebrate the birth of Christ. And in celebration of his birth, many traditions have been handed down through the years. The hiding of the eggs. The annual pilgrimage to Mecca. Halloween is a day to bring your daughter to work. Or your secretary. And it's the biggest shopping day of the year! But most of all, Halloween is a time for young people to gather together spreading holiday cheer by lighting bags of their own crap on fire, ringing the doorbell, and running away. So America, Happy Halloween, or as we like to call it, Chanukah.

Have a scary Chanukah!

Vote Early, Vote Often

I got my ballot. Actually, I received my ballot last week but I just found it yesterday because my brother put it in my mail bag that I have and I just didn't bother to look through all of it when I came back from my fantastic trip to San Diego. I'm very excited about voting. I'm worried that something will happen to my ballot like I'll accidently set it on fire or drop it in the toilet or just misplace it. I've already made sure I can get another one if something bad happens to this one. It is an irrational fear similar to the same one I have about my paycheck when I used to get real one instead of having direct deposit. I would just keep it in my purse or wallet or at home somewhere and then I would worry about it getting lost or soiled. But I would just not remember to put in the bank. All my fears would have been alleviated by a simple trip to the atm. So I brought my ballot with my to work today to keep it close to me and to remind myself to comlete it and send it in. I may just drop it off after work in the ballot box because that gives me more of a sense of completion. Democracy stresses me out, man.

I'd like to post something about my trip but you can read marigold's post to get a quick rundown. Everyone who reads my blog should read marigold's anyway because it's way better than mine and yet somehow not as clever or witty. Also, I support the law.

Traveling

So tonight is the night for getting everything ready for traveling. I have to clean out my car which is less of an undertaking than in days gone by. I have to pack. I have to brush my hair one hundred strokes before bedtime. Today I thought, "I wonder if I should bring my gamecube with me to play in the motel room" And then I realized how retarded that sounded. I have to be at work at 7:30 tomorrow so no late night for me tonight!! No Siree. Oh, the posh posh traveling life, the traveling life for me. Port Out, Starboard Home Posh with a Capital P-O-S-H.

I think I know what I'm getting for my birthday!

This is a book about a young diabetic girl. Weird.

The Darkness is Coming

Right now I'm playing Eternal Darkness and it has been giving me nightmares. It's very scary.

I don't recommend it for small children or dogs. Or the elderly.

It's Official!

Nothing is really official. I just though that was a good title of a blog. It sounds so official. And anticipitory. Like one might think, "What's official??? Is she pregnant? Getting married? A lesbian?" But no, nothing is official with me. Mostly things are unofficial. Like this blog. It is an "unofficial autobiography." I am ghostwriting it. Does anyone remember that kids show? I think it was called Ghostwriter and it was about this ghost or spector or something that wrote stuff and only the kids could see it??? Wasn't that it? And what about that show with the dog that would act out great works of literature. What was that show called. I really need to know. Seriously.
I've been thinking a lot about old times and how I miss having friends to hang out with and how I really took a lot of things for granted, like having friends. And not having to work. And having an ass that would not quit. I think about the past way too much. I dreamt I had a baby. So now THAT stuff is going to start. Dreaming of babies. Goddamn hormones.

My first rehearsal for Carnival was today. I think it will be fun. It was strange to go to a rehearsal and not have a whole lot of lines and stuff. I'm sort of looking forward to not having very much responsibility in this show. Usually I have a million lines. Or I have to make out with someone. This will be good. A humbling experience. Because I really do think I am the greatest sometimes. Most times. Sometimes I like to put a little bacon in my shorts. Most times. I'm putting the moves on you. You're Bacon!

Anyway, all this stuff I've been thinking about is mostly likely tied to the fact that I'm going to be seeing a bunch of friends soon and I'm really excited but sort of nervous. Very nervous. I'm afraid I've gotten too weird and eccentric and remote to actually relate to the same people I used to have fun times with. And of course they'll have changed. And they are all doing things and I'm not doing anything. I have no ambition. In order to have ambition you have to have ambitions. Like, things you want to do. But you can't have ambitions without ambition. I tried to do my best, but I could not. I don't want to get married or have kids and stuff. And I don't want a career. And I don't really want to travel even. I can't even relate to people who do stuff.

I literally have not had a truthful conversation with someone who knows me outside of my family in 2 years. I lie. All the time. To people who don't know me very well. I'm fairly honest with people who do know me or people who I'd like to get to know. But I haven't even met someone that I'd like to get to know in a long time. So I'm nervous to be around people who know me. I can't lie to them. They know I'm not nice. They know I swear like a mother fucking stupid-ass bitch. This guy at work the other day told me he thought I was a mormon this whole time I've worked there because I knew this mormon lady that came in once. A year and a half he thought I was a mormon and nothing I did or said dispelled this belief because I am incapable of an honest interaction with anyone I work with. Maybe it's the extra underwear I wear. Over my clothes. To protect myself. From people like him. I drink like 5 cups of coffee every day for christ on a stick's sake.

But I digress. saturday night live is on and I have fucking priorities.

and another thing, why do I feel this overwhelming need to have a picture in all my posts? Just because you CAN have pictures doesn't mean you always have to. That means you, Steve.

foreigner

When I was in highschool we had this foreign exchange student from the czech republic. I can't remember his name but it started with a D. Anyway, one time in math class someone asked him what he did over the weekend and he said. "I helped to build a metal cow" in this czech accent. We all laughed at him. This is that cow.

Donat! Or something. I remember now because everyone called him Donut. Fucking foreign freak.

Things I HATE! (you)

Balderdash. I hate that game.
dread locks
hippies
george bushx2
old people
young people
doctors. I hate doctors more than old people and young people combined.

Does anyone remember Rishi from college? I hated that guy.

Cold.
Onions.
Doctors.
Diabetes
Sharon Stone. Techno. Electronica. Dance Clubs. Strobe Lights. Black Lights. Wine. Feet. I hate feet. Gina Effing Taylor. Football. Baseball. Telephones. Cellphones. Carphones. (I do like walkie talkies)

poppunk

bumberstickers. the english. lawn mowers.

Musicalisms

Everybody loves the Carnival!!!

Yes. Yes! Finally, I get to be in a musical. I went to drop off my resume at this theater in talent, which is a small town outside ashland that has this very cute theater. My brother had told the creative director there about me and she told him to tell me to just bring in a resume and picture and that they would call me if there is anything that she thought I might be good for to audition. So I went by and she was there so I have her my stuff, she made me sing and read from a script, and now I am in a musical called Carnival. I've never even heard of it. That's pretty cool, eh?

some pictures.

DISNEY PANTS!

Things I like. Me. ME!

I liked reading steve and marygold's things that they like posts on their blog so I thought I might take a few minutes to think of things I really like too. But I like a lot of things. Many many things. I like repeating myself. Ad nauseum. NAUSEUM. in caps. For emphasis. So I'm worried that the list of things i like would just go on and on and on and on. Like my wishlist on amazon.com. Which I got so obsessed with I had over a thousand items on it and then impulsively deleted it and started all over. And then I emailed amazon.com to see if they could retreive my old list. They didn't. So I plug away at adding things onto it again. I started the first one in like 2001 or something. It had a lot of stuff on it that I didn't want though. But now I think I have 2 or 3 hundred. I'm not sure. I should go check that out right now.

huh. Only 103. I think I deleted some of them again. My gold box had a miter saw in it though. I wish I needed a miter saw. That would be awsome.

I like my gold box. It's gold and it shakes when something is in it. In the winter it has snow on it. It's like treasure chests in zelda.

I like the legend of zelda games. Not the old ones, as it turns out. I bought that 3 game reissue of the first few zelda's and I just couldn't get into it. I wished that it was 1989 or whenever zelda came out. Probably more like 87 or 88. I missed that boat. Thanks mom and dad, for getting us intellivison in 1977 and never letting us have another game system. You gave me a childhood. Sort of.

I like intellivision. especially astrosmash.

I like going to bed early and sleeping late. That's sounds so stupid. I like pictures of people I know but I don't like taking pictures of people I know. I have a box of undeveloped film with pictures from times gone by. From like 4 or 5 years ago.

I like soy and tofu products. And dry salame.