♪: justin timberlake - rock your body

For the past several days I have been thinking up an entry. There really isn't anything to talk about since I never do anything.
I did, however, come up with some subject matter.
Romance.
I had been searching for a movie to watch as background noise. Right now, Mulan is playing and that's my third choice.
First one - Pan's Labyrinth.
Second one - The Orphanage.
Third One - Mulan.
I decided that I wanted to watch something romantic and not depressing with dying/dead children.
I have been in a romantic mood. Searching for someone - but they all turn out to be jerks. For once, why can't I find anyone mature enough? Is that so difficult to ask?
The only man I have met that I truly love is Princess. He's purring in my lap right now. It makes me happy. Haha.
Molly is snoring on my floor, dreaming I suppose. Her limbs are twitching.
And she smells.
So attractive.

Aw, Mulan's father fell down because he's crippled.

So, I finished The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson.
What a fucking awesome book. No, honestly. I want to reread it. After I read the last word I wanted to to turn back to the first page and start all over again. I adore that book.
I'm reading Kockroach by Tyler Knox and I'm still at the beginning, you know. I just read the part where the Kockroach inadvertently discovers masturbation.
I don't know what to think.

Last night I stayed up to talk to Taylor, from Wisconsin, and it was hilarious.
It was just a good four hours.
Really.
I adored it.
Lots of new jokes.
We watched Howl's Moving Castle in sync and watched it in Japanese.
We would repeat the funky sentences.
Ah, fun.

♪: metallica - enter sandman

I'm downloading something and my computer was in rhythm with each kb downloaded. It's bugging the piss out of me. Droplet by droplet, annoyingly in the same rhythm as my computer.
Is there nothing that CAN'T piss me off?

I'm on call for work.
Goody goody.
I woke up at 630AM. I haven't seen 6AM in a long time.
I usually wake up my ass up at 8AM.
I love 8+ hours to sleep with. I usually, on average, get 9.5 hours of sleep a night. I adore sleeping. I love dreaming - that's my favourite part about life, dreaming.
Last night's dream started out very boring and just when it was getting good, I woke up.
I had shown my father the train, you know the one, and he loved it. Of course the one in my dream had been expanded and had a downstairs and a bedroom with a couch that folded out to be a bed. How glorious - a pull out mattress. So, he started to buy electronics, fans and curtains, everything to make it a new home.
Solicitors started to come to the door. Nearly every hour. I continued to tell my father that the train was haunted, that this wasn't a good idea.
More solicitors, that, even in my dream, I couldn't keep up.
I remember looking up at the air conditioner and thinking it was ridiculous when I told my father, "No, don't do that," then the phone rang.
I woke up.
My dreams, lately, have had NOTHING happen.
I dreamed of smoking weed or snorting cocaine for about two weeks fucking straight. I didn't smoke for three weeks until recently, three days ago, I got high with Emily. Of course nothing happened aside from me loving Metalocalypse more.
And I don't even want to smoke anymore, haha. Reminds me of awful people.
And I don't drink.
A life of sobriety, let's see how long that lasts.
Honestly, though, I'd rather knit or write.
Writing lately has been a spark of euphoria.

I started my sister's Christmas sock and Pedro's winter hat.
It's a race.
I have my bets on Pedro's hat.
Any takers?

♪: l'arc-en-ciel - smile

*pats self on back*
:)

Yesterday, at Crafty Hands....
Sharon - I miss the True Blood fans. Where are the True Blood fans? There are only stupid Twilight fans now.
Starla - What's Twilight? Vampire stuff?
Some woman - Yeah. This time they added wolves.

♪: dir en grey - dozing green

First off, finished my third sock E-V-E-R.
I love it dearly and didn't mess up once. I'm so proud of myself I could vomit. I'm going to start the fourth one tonight... And the reason I didn't do it yesterday is because....


I finished my scarf! :D
I even 'blocked it.' Since then, most of the curl has been steamed out. I am also proud of that son-of-a-bitch. I'm going tomorrow to buy more yarn, black yarn, to make hats for Pedro and my father.
I'm even going to, next pay check, buy my sister some yarn for a new scarf.
I don't know what to make for my mother.
It doesn't seem like she'd wear anything I'd make her, haha... Except socks.

Oh, btw, last Thursday, I spotted David Jack Bell, haha. I sliced him some meat.
"You look very familiar."
"I do?"
"Yeah..."
"I teach at Western--"
"Is your name David?"
"Oh, I remember you!"
Haha.

♪: jingle bell rock

That was our parting gift to Heather. Yesterday was her last day and I have never felt this way. I really liked Heather. She was awesome. The best Heather I have ever met, aside from myself. She was witty, funny and very intelligent. I've always wanted a friend like her, alas! she's leaving this Friday to go back home to Portland, Oregon.
She even randomly handed me her phone number and email address. Didn't even ask for it.
As we were leaving, she even told me, before 'bye' was uttered, that we WILL be seeing each other before she leaves forever.
Can't wait.
I just hate that she won't be in my life anymore and that there's hardly anyone else in my fucking town that's like her. Sure, there will be others, but not here.
BAH.
I cannot wait to leave Kentucky, haha.
I hate it here, very much.
Oh well.

I can't remember any particularly funny conversations although there have been some.

My sister was fixing an egg and some toast for breakfast this morning and she asked me if I would like one too, I told her, "I'll wait for better options."
We retold the story to my mother and I've never seen my mother laugh that hard at one of my jokes.

♪: the suckling of my ass

Today turned out to be an awful day. Like, fucking awful.
I started my period! Boy was it a surprise when I went to the bathroom at work and saw my panties covered in my blood.
FUN.
NOT ONLY THAT, but that guy, Jonny, at work, totally has pushed my buttons in a musical number.
We actually got in an argument, before I left. Not any argument, one where I was yelling across the fucking deli to get my point across. That old geezer is fixing to get whopped upside the head with a fucking manual he loves to read so much.
Not only that, we had another HEATED DISCUSSION that morning. One where I was gradually raising my voice and started to cuss. I won.
Like I had won the last argument.
Fuck him.
My manager dislikes him very much (but adores me), so I could probably get him fired any time I damn well please. He needs to know my power.
After I left him, I went to Wal*Mart (God, I even hate typing that name out) and needed 3 things: Yoga mat, Kotex and animal crackers.
I left with four movies, two yoga mats, two things of kotex and animal crackers.
I have a problem.
Literally EIGHT movies left in the Barbie collection until I have them all.
I need:
Barbie: Mermaidia
The Barbie Diaries
Barbie Mariposa
Barbie and The Diamond Castle
Barbie in A Christmas Carol
Barbie: Thumbelina
Barbie and the Three Musketeers
Barbie in a Mermaid's Tale

If you need Christmas ideas....

♪: シド - smile

Last night, before bed, I decided to look through some OLD emails... From 2007 and such. What I found, what a doozy.
I found pictures of me from when I was in 12th fucking grade.


I was waiting on Emily while she got ready.

I was in the drive-thru.

We had skipped school that day. The picture was in BNN.

Driveway.

Driveway.

Classroom. Lost my cellphone that day. Went back and the teach asked, "What's the background?"
I grumble, "Me in some star sunglasses."
I got the phone.

Kinder: You look like a boy.
me: ........thanks




And that is de Emily when she had just graduated. That was the pan for her father's birthday cake that year.

I know some of these I have already posted, but damn.... Nearly three years ago that was me. Irks me. Makes me rethink, haha.

IN OTHER NEWS.
I would like to make an announcement.
I am tired (exhausted) of TRYING with people. I try and I try. I'm always the one to say, "I'm sorry, I'll buy you a movie." "I apologize, I'm a bitch." "It was my fault." Of course, as we all know, is not true.
So, fuck it.
I'm not going to be nice anymore.
Fuck you all.
READ THAT?
F-U-C-K Y-O-U.
That little bitch from high school is back and I do hope you missed her.

♪: dir en grey - [KR] cube

FUCK YES.

♪: 雅-miyavi- - ロックの逆襲-スーパースターの条件-

I find these extremely raciest.

Me -I find these extremely raciest.
Heather - Haha, yeah, kinda. At least they're not holding scalpers.
Me - Or wearing a hairbelt.

Me - There are these Indian dolls at Kroger that I find extremely raciest.
Amanda - At least their shirts don't have 'Trail of Tears' on them.
Me - Or, NEVER FORGET (Trail of Tears) with the date on back.
Amanda - Hahahaha.
Me - Or a map of what they used to own on the front and what they own now on the back.

In happier news.

DAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
No RACIEST snuggling there.

ps - I'm attempting to chew my food until it's mush in my mouth... It 'helps with digestion.' My jaw is getting tired.

♪: the lonely island - i'm on a boat

Let me start off with November 2/3.
Me and Pedro kicked it in the train, so you know what we did in there *nodnodwinkwink.*

Me - I can't believe she tazed you. You must've been really pushy with her.
Pedro - Ha, it wasn't like that. Um, we all went back to, uh, these people's apartment. And these girls are really retarded drunk. Like, bitchy.
Me - Ohhh.
Pedro - Yeah. And this girl comes out and starts yelling at me. I was like, she was like, yelling at me and she had a test tomorrow. I wasn't making any noise and my brother was drunk blah blah. Yelling and stuff, and I was like, "Okay, if you stop yelling at me, I won't do anything."
The girl said, "I know, I know."
And this other girl, the whole night she was trying to make my brother jealous.
Me - Like what?
Pedro - I guess she likes him....
Me - She, she was with you to make your brother jealous?
Pedro - No, like...
Me - Yes.
Pedro - N--
Me - Do you mean yes?
Pedro - Really? She asked me if I knew any tips to make him jealous. And, uh, I was like, "Well, I do know a couple ways to make him jealous, you know." She was like, "How?" I said, "I'm not gonna tell you, but I'm letting you know that I know." And she, "Tell me." "I'm not going to tell you." She went to go get a taser and she said, "Tell me." And I was like, she wasn't going to taser me. So, I said no and she tasered me!

Me - So, have you seen that show?
Pedro - No, why would I?
Me - Well, it's about this one man..
Pedro - Oh God, you're not going to explain it to me, are you?

So, after all that and we go driving for a bit around SG, after Pedro sporadically throws up my emergency brake and shifting me into different gears as I'm driving, we're sitting in the parking lot across from the Library.
About 2AM, a Sheriff pulls up.
My heart lurches because I'm holding a quarter bag.
"How're you doing tonight?"
"Fine," I reply without missing a beat.
"Who's in the car with you?"
"Just me and Pedro."
Pedro perks as the cop raises his voice in a really happy, creepy way, "Hey, Pedro, how ya doin'!?" He shines his flashlight into the car, on Pedro, giving him a one over (probably to check if he's clothed).
Pedro shifts his eyes, confused, replies, "Fine."
"Anyone else in the car with you?" He shines his flashlight into the backseat.
"No."
"Have y'all been smoking dope?"
I laugh, "No."
"So, what're you doing?"
"Sitting here," I say.
"Talking and all that?"
"Yes."
"Do you have any Dope and guns?"
Pedro starts, "Lots---"
But I stop him and finalize, "Nope."
"May I see your ID?" He only asks me. And, as I'm reaching into the backseat for my wallet, the Sheriff asks, "Where do you guys live?"
"Smiths Grove," I off-handedly say.
"Oh, so, from around here?
I nod my head.
"Pedro?"
Pedro answers, "Yeah, I'm from Boulder Rock."
"Oh, yeah, then."
He looks at my license, holds it up in the air, to the streetlight, then hands it back to me and asks, "So, you're sure you don't have any guns or dope?"
Me and Pedro laugh, but I answer, "Nope, I'm positive."
And he gets in his car and leaves.

November 3/4
I kicked it with Cricket after work. She had a telescope.
So, she does have a long walk to her front porch. The walkway is covered with leaves, as is her entire yard. I park and am shuffling in my car for a bit and then start to walk to her house. I'm walking and just thinking when I believe I hear EXTRA footsteps with mine. I stop, so does the other.
At this point, I'm thinking it's an animal and I keep going, smiling to myself for believing I was in some teen horror flick.
But then the leaves start to rustle and this time, it's closer. I stop and look around the yard. There is a human figure in the darkness walking toward me with a toboggan on. I hold my breath until I realize it's just Cricket, lumbering around. Ahhh.
Not even inside the house yet, we do the dirty deed, right outside her front door.
So, after a bit more, and the joint is finished, we go inside.
We decided to play candyland.
As I'm putting my little ginger guy on the board, I look up and she's looking through the manual.
Me - Do you not remember how to play?
Cricket - Making sure.
Me - are you serious? Were you seriously looking at the instructions?
Cricket - Yeah, it's been a long time since I played.
Me - all you do is draw a -- it's from ages THREEE AND UPP. Meaning a three-year-old can look and know--
Cricket - Draw your card.
Me - Wait, what special tactic would that book tell you to do this game? *draws card* I'm purple bitch. Man, there's no dice to roll.
*after a couple of card draws*
Me - This game, so many tricks, I don't understand it. Hahahhaa, what were you seriously doing with that book?
Cricket - *smiles*
Me - You and Pedro both just love to keep me going!
I was kicking her ass. Toward the end, the single colored squares would be doubles and the doubles would be triples. I did that for like five minutes and she didn't even notice >:)
Then, as I won, Cricket says, "That was fun." And immediately puts up the game. Didn't even ask if I wanted to play it again.

I was hungry because I was hungry before I came, so we went into town.
I stopped at a green light, WHICH WAS RED AS I WAS COMING UP ON IT.
I ran a redlight, and my face, Cricket says, was fucking hilarious. I was straight horrified.
Then we went to Denny's and saw our old friend, Bonnie, working... She was our waitress. In the back, I could hear her talking to her coworkers. One conversation, I told Cricket about:
Me - She just said, 'I just ate half his fries, could you drop me more? Oh, thank you!' Can you believe that? Just eating some guy's fries.
So, she comes out and holding this burger and fries. It went to a man sitting behind Cricket and across from me.
Cricket and I start cracking up.
I made a paper airplane. I threw it at Bonnie. She wadded it up.
I was going to make her work for her tip. Meaning, I was going to wave it at her and if she could grab it, she could have it. She told me, "It's not high school anymore, Heather."

We went back to Cricket's and watched As Told By Ginger. I LOVE THAT FUCKING SHOW HIGH, IT'S AWESOME AS SHIT.
Then I left after a bit.
And here's the biggest PLOT TWIST EVER.
Cricket's road is very dark and the only turn offs are other roads that look the same as the roads before. There are only drive ways and fields. So, I'm going around this curve and this Sheriff is going the opposite way. As I'm straightening up, I notice it was the Sheriff. As he is behind me, I flash my eyes to rearview mirror and immediately notice he stopped in THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING ROAD and does a complete turn around and speeds up to catch me. At the exact moment I noticed he was turning around, I strapped on my seatbelt and gulped. I have a half joint left and my eyes were pink because the eyedrops were wearing away. Like I said, there's no where where he could pull me off. So, this Sheriff rode my ass, quite literally, for about 3-5 miles (WHICH IS FOREVER AT 45MPH).
Then, as we were coming up to my old high school parking lot, he flashes his lights. I got the whole treatment except the sirens.
I'm so fucking nervous I'm shaking.
I park in a space and he parks behind me.
In my side mirror I could see his pants and that masculine flashlight.
That's when he was standing at my window and I noticed he was THE SAME FUCKING SHERIFF FROM THE NIGHT BEFORE. It's about 230AM.
He flashes the light at my face, again.
"Oh, man, crap, you're not the one."
After the initial shock I was pulled over, I noticed he was the Sheriff from YESTERDAY NIGHT/MORNING with Pedro, I instantaneously deflate my entire person. "Really?"
"Yeah, I was in a chase with this red car and you're obviously not it. I'm sorry." He paused here, looking up at the sky. He lowered his head to me when he questioned, "Where you headed?"
I snapped out an answer, "Home."
"Where were you coming from?"
"A friend's house."
"Where does she live?"
"In Anna."
"Oh, well, okay." He goes to step away and then turns on his heels and he asked me the last question, "Have you been drinking tonight?"
"Nope." And I smiled.
"Okay, I appreciate it."
"You're welcome."
I drive off and he does too, going the opposite way.

What're the fucking odds?

ps - That was the first time I have ever been pulled over and it was because of mistaken identity.

♪: plastic tree - パイドパイパー

October 30th
So, it's the night before Halloween and I went to Cricket's aunt's where she was, don'cha know.
I tried going through the recording (that all of the adults were against) and I can't find the EXACT conversation, but this is to my memory:
Aunt - Acid nowadays is stuff you can find under your kitchen sink!
Tina - Exactly.
Aunt - Kids, *turns to Cricket and me* don't do it. It's not straight LSD anymore.
Me - I bet bigger cities have it.
Aunt - Have what?
Me - Acid. All forms of it.
Aunt - What forms would that be?
Me - *in thought* Organic acid....
Aunt - Organic Acid, well...
Tina - *cracks up*
Cricket - *follows suit with her mother while I dip my head between me and her and laugh*

I played the Wii. Kicked Cricket's ASSSSSSSSSS.

October 31st
Went to Sean's party after work. I walked in and everyone chanted (after the devil had stood in front of the door to greet me) 'Kroger Employee!'
I grinned and shook my head, immediately changing.
After I came out, Emo Girl said I should draw a mustache on my face to be 'Evil Heather.'
I did.
A curly one I had Tamra, Cleopatra, draw for me :)
I don't have a picture now, but I will, hopefully.

Me - *sitting on the couch, holding phone up to take a picture* Hey, devil, strike a pose.
Devil - *turns head*
Me - That's your pose?
Devil - *nod*

This girl, right here, is HILARIOUS. I adore her. She's 'Emo Girl.'
She did everything emo.
The strand of hair over one eye, the bounce of the head dance. Ahhhh.


The Devil and 'Vampire Sean.'

Haha.
Then I found the dry erase board the time Emo Girl did and we drew a little somethin-somethin' on it.


AFTER THAT, me and Cricket kicked it.
Cricket was already high by the time I got there, sober. So, there's not much conversation, haha, Cricket gets quiet.
But, she sat me beside Andy who had already shitfaced himself. He was decked out as Dorothy. That's right. Dorothy from Wizard of Oz.
This man is near his 50s. And he hit on me. In that blue and white checkered dress, wig and heels. He continuously did it. Not one time and quit. He tried for 30 minutes to take his bait. I was getting aggravated and very disgusted.
Cricket was smiling, watching us.
We went back to Cricket's room, in her own house, while Andy vomited out his memory and passed out.
I was making a Mii.

lol. Looks like a penis.

November 2
I went to Crafty Hands and fucked up my sock so bad, I have to rip out my ENTIRE HEEL and redo it.
I wanted to cry, haha.