Stinking

I asked Jaccob what would be his one Celebrity fuck. I was honest-to-God curious. He said, "Only one?" in a whiny voice. Then he narrowed it down to two, which were Emma Watson and Emma Stone.
I told him, "Wow, we have different opinions."
"How?"
"I'm going for older, like Frank Sinatra. Or, uh, George Orwell." Then I stopped and bit my lip, "Could you imagine him just reading his drafts to you? Oh God, Sinatra would be wonderful in bed. He could sing to you afterward."
Then I realized, one, that I am turning to a freaky girl. And, two, that I couldn't narrow to one either. I just want what I want.

I am so happy right now. Don't ask me why. No, it's not drugs due to popular belief. I am just naturally full of dopamine and serotonin.
Should I list the little things in life that make it good?
1. My target dog came in from a couple of posts ago. It's so fucking adorable and the sweater is detachable.
2. Hung out with Amanda today and we had cookies. Always a good day with cookies. Which reminds me...
3. Got to eat cookies. Soft and moist cookies of different flavors.
4. My hair is super soft this fine evening.
5. I was actually enjoying The Voice tonight. Which is very fucking surprising.
6. Finally remembered to buy some cream cheese for my crackers. A FEAST OF A SNACK IS TOMORROW.

Knitting on Friday with Becky and Fallon was great. Becky brought her baby which wouldn't let go of a skein of yarn I had. She put her small fingers in it and even hugged it while rubbing her face against it, laughing. So, I'm going to knit her a gothic lace baby blanket.
Wish me luck.

So a couple of funny things have happened.
In Hobby Lobby today with Amanda, I spotted metal decorations. Within the aisle I spotted an outline of a keyblade. Of course it wasn't frantically nodding toward Kingdom Hearts. But it is almost like the silver version of Mickey's pimpin' golden keyblade.
In an alternate reality version of the game, the "Zora" character would've pawned the fucking thing or sold the gold to make a few hundreds to spend on paupo fruit. Lick each one and put it on Kairi's doorstep. So when she goes to eat one and thinks of Riku, she'll inadvertently fall for "Zora" because his DNA was slobbered on there. I wonder if Riku would have then been the protagonist instead of the antagonistic.

I was watching a train. Clearly written graffiti on the side read, "I fucking hate Mormons."
Man, did they want that known or what?

Ever since I've moved out, I miss my animals dearly. My lord, every time I see Molly or Princess I want to cry. Now, the new one, Muffy, we're still learning each other so there's always apprehension. Even from a cat. Which is a different feeling from a human. It's more of a, "WHY CAN'T THIS BEAST SENSE HOW MUCH OF A GREAT PERSON I AM?!"
She loves our hamper though, she moves the small, wiry thing with her paws into the kitchen, near the box she likes to chill in.

Alan's birthday was Monday. He turned 03. Wait, that joke doesn't until next year. Silly me. He's thirty years young and looks only twenty-nine. Good job, man! When you hit seventy, looking sixty-nine will bring in all the ladies. You need to find John from The Green Mile. Brought long-lasting and well-received life into a couple of mammals. Cured all aliments. Maybe he could cure your smart-ass mouth. It's getting bad, man.

So, Jaccob is all about hating symbolism because a person can look too far in it. Yet, I try to explain that that's the point of art. Draw anything you want. Look at the Bible.
But I was just thinking that John, from The Green Mile, represented the Fountain of Youth and what society would eventually do: drain it of its power, whether through corruption or overuse. And please don't bring that stupid, piece of shit vampire movie that sucked ass.

T-TH-THAT'S ALL, FOLKS.

24-hours of Animals

Micheru had this really great idea of writing down a list of animals all around the present-day world that I would like to be for an hour. So, in a course of 24-hours I can be 24 different animals. Of course we're all consciously aware of what we're doing.
Ha.
I told Micheru, "You know if this could really happen, we'd never be the same coming back. Whether it's good or bad."
So, here is my list and explanations as to why I would like to be them. Starting at...

12AM - Tucan. I want to fucking be a bird in the rain forest. And hopefully guard some fruit loops. I'm sure there's a treasure trove of the shit.
1AM - Dolphin. I would like to make air bubbles to amuse myself, along with having sex for pleasure. And get to make that awesome E E E E E E E sound at people. Of course I would want to be a wild one, but that's beside the point.
2AM - Lemur. They're just cool.
3AM - Wolf.
4AM - Bullfrog.
5AM - Tarantula.
6AM - Gorilla. Need I say more?
7AM - Panda. It would be nice to wake up and yawn, stretch, eat some fucking bamboo. And to be that cute.
8AM - Flying snake. Because if I had to be any snake I would want to be one that flings itself between trees.
9AM - Fire ant. I really want to see a colony. I'm sure fire ants would be fucking serious about theirs. They're the "Fire Nation." Ha.
10AM - Brown Bear. They're just so cute. And I want to catch salmon.
11AM - The parasite that swims up urethras. It's okay to grab yourselves, guys. I mean the whole reason I want to do it is so I can hurt a man in the most painful way possible.
12PM - House dog. I stole this from Micheru because it would be cool to see the point of view of humans in the dog sense.
1PM - Sperm Whale.
2PM - Prairie dog.
3PM - Tortoise.
4PM - Banana Slug.
5PM - Anaconda.
6PM - Dung Beetle. I really want to know what it's like to crave to roll up shit in a ball.
7PM - Leopard.
8PM - Swan.
9PM - Vulture. I really want to know what it's like to crave dead, rotting flesh.
10PM - Butterfly. Like a Monarch. I guess that's obvious because of my love of the Venture Bros.
11PM - Giant Squid. Get to know their environment, you know?

Walking Furniture

Let's see if I can push through the nausea to write one post that has a lot in a short amount of time.

Let's get it started... in here. (Sorry, couldn't help myself.)

I went to the movies yesterday with Todd and Jaccob. We went to see Looper (I love saying that in a french accent). It was pretty bad. Don't get me wrong, I liked a lot of aspect that I won't dive into. Of course, I called out that it would be bad since the trailer, but the guys seemed to enjoy it, the trailer I mean.. Told you so. It was such a manly movie though.
Manly, Heather? How can you even fucking say that when you, yourself, are trying to blur the lines of gender?
My definition of "manly themes" are as follows:
1. Boob shots for the sake of having breasts.
2. Guns. No need to shoot of a gun sometimes, or hold one, but it's there and it's fun so why not?
3. Explosions. Hell yes. I like this one for the sake of liking it.
4. Drugs. A cool idea for drugs but I want to know if the person would eventually become blind.
5. Falling in love with that woman who lets you fuck her ass, but nurses your addict ass back to health.
6. The idea that women weren't cool enough to have simple action scenes.
7. Cool cars. The definition of cool here is loose, very loose (like the women).
8. Long, sweeping coats. Check.
9. Women stereotyping in general: very mom-esque (caring, loving, willing to stroke your hair then null the prostitution contract).
10. And one old man that all the other boys look up to because he's so calm in such a big position of power.

But the fun didn't stop there.
We went to Steak-n-Shake where the table beside us had older, late twenties, guys. One kind of did this snarling howl at a college girl walking by. There was some tension in the air, mostly because it was awkward and discomforting.
And our waiter sucked. Which was understandable because there were two and the whole restaurant was packed with sororities and fraternities (if they weren't, God shoot me down now). But, when we were all checking out I made a comment that I wasn't going to tip because he did suck. Yes, I've been a waitress, but damn. Then, as Todd walked out, Jaccob loudly said, "Heather, aren't you going to tip?!"
He said it was payback because I ruined an ending to one of his stories he had to tell Todd. Jaccob didn't get his guy time. Ha, Jaccob, ha.
Then Todd invited us back to his place.

We all talked for an hour and then Todd wanted to go crash for the night. We waited and then Jaccob turned to me and said, "Do you want to rearrange Todd's house?"
There were a few things I learned that night:
1. Jaccob can't carry furniture. He was fucking picking up the kitchen table by the legs. Holding the legs when it was upside down. Jesus, his furniture must be wobbly.
"Jaccob, pick it up from the bottom."
"Why? The legs have screws."
"They have a fucking weight limit, Jaccob."
"They're doing fine."
"Oh my god, just rest it down and pick it up from the bottom."
We put it down and then....
"Don't pick it up by the legs again!"
It was a looper moment.
2. I don't know how Todd got his couch in the den because we couldn't fit it through the doorway. We tried to wedge it but we gave up and pretty quickly too.
3. That with enough board games stacked on one another the boxes start to give.
4. Jaccob can't stack kid chairs.
5. Todd's house has a lot of shelving.
6. That I'm not really a bitch because I wouldn't rearrange DVD discs to different cases.
All in all, a very enlightening experience.
And we just ended up putting the kitchen table and chairs into the den, turning the couch around and stacking whatever you see in the picture below.

Then we stood and talked. I mentioned something about running. Jaccob mentioned that I just run on a treadmill. I said, "Well, I sweat in odd places so I don't want to go outside."

There was a slightly longer pause before he said, "But if you don't have like a giant," he took his hand and made a giant circle around his crotch, "sweat stain here that looks like you're peeing..."

I cut him off, "Uh, I wasn't talking about my vagina."

"Oh."

He said something else that related to my nether-regions and I told him that wasn't the direction at all.

It ended up with him telling me to run in a tank top since the way my shirt lays, it just looks like my shoulder-blades sweat. Quite embarrassing. I do, but I have a thing for tank tops so I don't buy any that I could ruin. So I have to buy some.

The other morning it was raining. Everyone has their windows up, so I figured I could actually listen to my radio as loud as I wanted so I wouldn't get as many stoplight comments. I was wrong. Sort of.
I was playing Black Hole Sun by Soundgarden at a stop light. Now, I pulled up making sure both the two cars on both sides of me had their windows up. They did. It was just playing and I look around to see what traffic was doing and I noticed that the van beside me had rolled down his window.
I looked at the guy and he was leaning upward to meet my stare and just nodding with the music. He started to open his mouth.
All I could do was do my side-grin and look away.
That man looked like he knew his way around a needle (I told that exact description to two people, ha).
People think it's rare, but for me, these little moments, and more, happen whenever I have my music loud. It's annoying.

Her description was just funny. And that's me sick all day. My hair is awesome.

When I say sick, I mean sick of you all.

End of Summer Vacation

As the summer's end is in sight (I can see it out my window), I have come to terms with my summer. It's been a busy summer and I have much to recollect on to let people realize what all I have accomplished:

KNITTING
Holy fuck, didn't I do a lot of knitting. (See, that was a statement, not a rhetorical question.) I have to say I put my mad skillz to the test and finished a truckload of shit. Not that I'm complaining. I did more knitting this summer than I probably have when I didn't have college or the hours at a job.

See, it all started with my sister's sweater which took me an entire year to finish knitting. From there it progressed to my sister wanting Kyle's hat from South Park (which I had to improv most of the time). She begged and pleaded on her knees. I agreed, and she threw graffiti which she seemed to have prepared.

During Kyle's Hat, Fallon's sister, Becky, wanted knitting lessons to which I agreed. While there, I finished Kyle's Hat, and started in on Scotty's Megaman hat. Before last semester ended, Scotty was jokingly asking me for Megaman's helmet. Well, joke's on you, Scotty, for I have whipped out the most awful rendition of that helmet for your use (I swear to I will re-knit).

But, oh helllllll noooooo, Alan saw what I had done and put a sword to my neck while growling, "I want a fucking Firefly Jayne Cobb hat."
I worked my little fingers to the bone putting that together.
However, that scratchy wool is still unlined and I hope to finish that before winter without him taking off my pinkies, or finding a horse head in my bed.

Fallon found an image of the most beautiful purse in all the land and bestowed it upon my eyes. She gave a love-sigh, deflating eloquently in a chair.
"What is this?" I asked with all the wonder in the world fluttering in my chest.
"A purse to match my very existence." She fluttered her eyelids.
"My dear, did you want me to knit this for you?"
She erected her girly pose on the chair, "Would you?" Her voice squealed in happiness.
"Of course, my dear friend."
So, I did and she loved it.

Then Jaccob got jealous. Green with envy, the boy cornered me in an alley and said, without question, "I want a fucking stocking cap, with the ugly fucking green of Link from Zelda."
I asked why should I do it.
He then started to mutate to this horrible, monstrous beast (if you can name that quote, you get something from me)! Eyes red, claws extended, I just nodded.
I gulped and agreed. What else could I do?
When I finished, he returned to his human form.

All my friends and creatures equalized, I focused the attention then on myself. I knitted a few quick patterns and here they are:

1.2.3.

1 - A pixie hat pattern Fallon found. Although I used the yarn and needle size it required, it was still a bit large. Next time, small needle size.

2. A tie I found in Knits for Nerds. I knitted a mirror one and am sewing it to the back. It looks odd, mostly because I improv'd that as well. It's a strand of DNA on the tie, in case one of you couldn't place it.

3. A scarf of some cheap yarn at Hobby Lobby. I loved the colors. It was sucha  quick knit since I used 1x1 ribbing with size 15 needles. Very awesome to knit with, too. It's way too long. The height of me plus half. Love that.

 WRITING
I finished a book. You know, the "skeleton" of it (as Fallon described in her notes). I've been thinking of side stories and back stories, and all the in between to give it human flesh, I suppose.

The story is officially called Seven Relics and is religiously based. But this is me we're talking about - I don't make religion boring.

Then I thought of another story idea that I can hopefully fuck around with in Intermediate Fiction Writing.

I know I'm being vague, but I might change, and I might have haters out there. That's right. Haters.

READING
This entire list.
I still have two more books to add to it and then I will date it and then all those creeps can come out and judge me on the romantic novels. They're like crack. It's horrible, but you just can't stop.

SOCIALIZING
Somehow, between last summer and this one, I somehow picked up some guys (Todd, Alan, Scotty, and Jaccob) and some chick (Fallon) who I've stuck with.

The guys and I had game night were we all push up our glasses, snort when we laugh, and talk in constant riddles to try and outdo each other's smarts. I won, by the way.
How many installments was it, Todd? Nine, ten of them?
The game was about this dude and he wanted what our characters had and he got it and none of us died. I wanted blood, but I settled down my animal instincts and made myself just drink tomato juice instead. Same thing, right -- you know, because they're the same color and all? Perhaps thickness too... I kind of want to test that out. With tests, not drinking both.

Fallon brought the girly side out of me with painting, and spray painting and puppies (oh my the puppy).
We did projects and we did nothing.
She and her sister received knitting lessons from me and we all became friends.
Went to a Jane Austen Festival with her.
Uh.
She introduced me to a good historical fiction (on my reading list, by the way).

THE SUMMER LIST
1. STUDY THE FUCK OUT OF FRENCH. (Never happened - changed my major.)
2. Read until my eyes pop out. I think that's pretty fair. I read 14 books last summer - I want to break that record with this one. (I had to put my eyes back in.)
3. Find an exercise that doesn't have my piriformis muscle rubbing against my sciatic nerve and causing me severe pains. It's real, google "Piriformis Syndrome." (Found stretches and can run again, hellz yeah!)
4. Clean the entire house from top to bottom. (Yup.)
5. Finish Fallon's socks. (Which reminds me I have scarf pics to put up!) (yup!)
6. Finish weaving in the ends of my sister's sweater. (Yes!!!)

FINALE
What have I learned?
That I am talented.
That I am a nerd.
That school will suck.
That I cannot do a backbend.
That Neon Trees has some special instrument to have their songs glued to your brain.
That eighties are back with my new perm.
That I love sleeping.
That it's hot during the summer.
That spiders are smart.
That I can't draw.
That patience is learned.
That tumblr is my new playground.
That I need to learn to use my words.
That my cat knows his cuteness and manipulates me with it.
That I suck at catching balls. (I leave it vague for open-ended jokes.)
That my dog lives to gross me out.
That boys have cooties. And the cootie shot won't reverse their affects.
That converse is the best shoe.
That I can't draw, or paint.
That my cat has horrible breath. (He just yawned into my face.)
That I can run a mile if I actually give a shit.
That, uh, I've run out of things I've learned.

Headstrong Peace

Yesterday I went to see Brave. Now, we all know how awfully awful I am at giving an open-minded critique, giving all the excuses in the book to turn the movie around and give it more of an understanding nod than something I went blank in toward the end.

SORT OF SPOILERS -- NO ENDING TOLD.

The first half of the movie was fantastic. Really. The part right before the pastry. Up until the pastry and its latter happenings I was enthralled and excited. Let me tell you why I was so excited to see this: I saw a preview for it, with all its NO plot points to be given and scenes that were so open-ended that one couldn't even begin a plot point. Well, the one I watched gave me the impression that Merida was going to wish her life differently and be trapped in that forest until she figured out that she loved family, or another Disney-related tale. BUT, I was very wrong.

I did not really like the twist and I know it was a child's movie, I get that, but, damn, I did not like it. Just seemed to me like Brother Bear but with girls. Even the commercials, the one replayed at Target, wasn't in the movie - no cool-as-shit scenes with her braving the fight. I wish I could like it more. I just wanted to warn in case the mass thought the movie was my version and you will be disappointed.

And they put so much emphasis on the archery which really wasn't used to her potential and that disappointed me a lot. A lot. A lot.

HOWEVER, the graphics were amazing - all the hair in the movie (excluding Merida) was exquisite. So detailed and fine. I loved it.

AND, the jokes were really, really good. A lot of adult humor.

IN OTHER NEWS, a little more about yesterday:

I went to work and had to withstand a mantra of children's cries. They were just gaining sound to become almost deafening. Just like the Max Payne games on the PS2 where the baby is crying so loudly you probably had to turn down the television. I went home in the 90-degree weather. I have no air-conditioning in the car, so I was hot coming home. I had promised my sister this day and she was excited to eat dinner and see a movie. So, she was all ready when I got home all red-faced and sweaty. I got ready, sat on the couch a bit under a fan and then headed out, once more, in the midday heat. We went to the mall with busy, pushy people to look for a purse. It was hot in there too and the people just don't know how to fucking look before the turn around so they don't bump into you. Ack.

Then the small pounding in my head started.

I bought a purse that was finally cross-body. Of course, Fossil had one that was the epitome of what I want, but it was 80 bucks with the sale and the new me cannot afford to splurge like that anymore. Poor old me, quite literally.

We went out to eat. It was good, aside from the jock server who hardly showed up.

Then the movies. Here's the story:

My sister hates sitting beside people, well, kids. Kids usually hone in on her for some reason or another and she attracts them like a magnet. So, we chose the four seats to themselves. The one I had was probably the only broken seat in the theater. It reclined without being forced to. My sister asked if I wanted to move but I began to form this headache and the reclining worked for it UNTIL.... A mom, dad, and two sons decided to sit behind us. Of course the leggy mother wanted to sit behind my seat, and the dad at the end which is a poor choice since both boys had a big gulp. They had to use the bathroom twice, which I had to sit up in my seat and one grabbed my chair and pulled me backwards. Sounds funny but I was aggravated. Twice this happened, so that means four times in all of them coming and going. Then, in the last five minutes of the movie, my alarm clock for my birch control goes off and I hear the mom groan behind me. I was literally a snap away from saying, "I have an a alarm to control what comes out of my vagina so I don't have heathens."

I honestly forgot about it. That's why I set it, ha.

When Amanda and I left, however, Fallon was there and it was a nice surprise :)

But when my sister and I went to Stakz the headache was taking me over. Even light was getting harder to adjust to. By the time I reached home I was nauseous from the migraine. It was like a laser beam was disintegrating my brain with its little bee-buzzing sound. Ack. Took two excedrin. Helped for a couple of hours then it started to come back. I immediately went to sleep.

Amanda - And it was stiff-ling in there. Stiff-ling.

Me - Wait, do you mean, stifling?

Amanda - *blank look* What?

Me - That's not how you pronounce that?

Amanda - Geez, my entire life and no one has corrected me... My entire life.

Update on the reading list!

10. Burning Up Flint - Laurann Dohner

11. Melting Iron - Laurann Dohner

12. The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty - Anne Rice

13. Stealing Coal - Laurann Dohner

So, yeah, I am going to take a break on the erotica novels. Although, I don't know if I can make it through the last two books of the Sleeping Beauty Trilogy by Anne Rice. I was reading it and getting humiliated. See, modesty isn't dead... Just very unattractive.

I am now on The House of Tomorrow by Peter Bognanani. Very promising so far, if I liked music it features.

FATIGUE

Me - I love amazon. I usually, for something to do, go through and add books to my wish list.
Marina - Really? That's what you do?
Me - Yeah, I have an entire library in there.
Marina - I wish you were ready.
Me - For what?
Marina - To fly.

I did fall over laughing. She was completely serious, metaphorically, but serious. It just came out of the blue.

Books I've read so far:
1. Gates of fire by Steven Pressfield.
2. Sacre Bleu by Christopher Moore
3. The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
4. Anthem by Ayn Rand
5. The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane
6. Tiger by Laurann Dohner (That's right, I like romance.)
(WARNING: I WILL BE UPDATING THIS. I WILL WASTE EVERYONE'S TIME.)
I'm reading The Vampire Armand as of now. I ordered the trilogy to Sleeping Beauty by Anne Rice. Her prose and that erotica are going to be exquisite. However, I am determined to read the entire Vampire Chronicles before I start on those because I'll be in such a fit of why can't I write so romantically that I would need to read those last. Did any of that make sense? I am dreadfully fatigued.

The other morning driving to work I thought of a scene in my head. I often times do:
"So, I've been having weird dreams lately."
Uninterested friend asks anyway, "What about?"
"Aliens. I've got to stop reading on them."
Friend gives weird look.
"Not fun facts. Geez. What would those be? Aliens live in outer space or Aliens can travel through fucking galaxies so they're obviously brighter."

That is all.

Oh fuck yes

I baby sat for the first time since the beginning of my life in the womb. Now, I know you guys know how awkward I am around kids, and if you don't then... I'm fucking awkward around kids. Todd's girl is 2-years-old. Potty trained. And a very good listener. That's right, Todd, I make her sound like a puppy.

Todd, you're my friend. If you find this distasteful I will, by all means, take it down and keep it for me, alone.

It started at 7:30PM with her having to poop. I'm like sure, I don't care, go do your business. But she's two, I need to remember this. She's only been on this earth for two years and for one year she was helpless as a legless and armless Homo sapien. She tells me to wait in the doorway.
"No, I'll wait in here. I can still see you."
"But I can't see you."
"No, you can." I was trying everything to not watch some small girl poo.
"No, come stand right here!" She leads me to the doorway to the small hallway that is less than three feet away from the bathroom. I oblige and grab a book off Alura's little library. I start to read it with my back turned and I hear her; a little while later she's done. She gets off. I tell her to wipe. She argues and I think, 'I am not looking for proof,' so she wins.
Five minutes later she has to do it again.
We have the same routine.
As I'm standing there and hear her, she suddenly giggles and says, "I made a tortilla!"
Only in my head do I ask, 'What the fuck is a tortilla? That doesn't make sense with a human's shit.'
She gets off and stands there looking at me with her shorts down. I ask, "What?"
"Wipe me."
"No, wipe yourself."
"No, you have to do it."
"No, you can do it."
She rips off one square of toilet paper and brings it to me, with her shorts still down. "Here, wipe me."
I take it, "No, little one, this isn't enough."
She then argues she's not a little girl. I tell her she's right, that she's a big girl.
I take her back to the bathroom where I get more toilet paper, an adequate amount for her toddler butt and say, "Here, stick this between your cheeks and move up."
She does so and then looks amazed that she had. I then tell her to put it in the toilet and flush, but not before I had a gander at her shit and wanted to puke. I am squeamish to poop for some reason, but not vomit. I am trying hard to not even show my signs of gagging but she's still holding the nasty toilet paper. I now understand the meaning of tortilla poop. I tell her to drop it, then I close the lid and flush. She does so. I tell her to pull up her pants and wash her hands.
"They're not pants."
"Oh, I'm sorry, shorts."
"I don't only have shorts on."
"And panties. Please pull up your shorts and panties before you go wash your hands."
She listens and then happily plays Break the Ice for the fiftieth time that night. I still had an hour a half to go.

Oh me. I asked my mother if I had done stuff like that. She said yes and I apologized. Sincerely apologized.

Other than that nothing much has happened nowadays. Finals week but it doesn't feel final -- maybe because my esteem ran out and I just don't give a shit anymore. Pun intended. I am worried over me studying French this summer.
I am going to copy Fallon and show you guys a list of things-to-do-during-the-summer:
1. STUDY THE FUCK OUT OF FRENCH.
2. Read until my eyes pop out. I think that's pretty fair. I read 14 books last summer - I want to break that record with this one.
3. Find an exercise that doesn't have my piriformis muscle rubbing against my sciatic nerve and causing me severe pains. It's real, google "Piriformis Syndrome."
4. Clean the entire house from top to bottom.
5. Finish Fallon's socks. (Which reminds me I have scarf pics to put up!)
6. Finish weaving in the ends of my sister's sweater.
That's it, nothing too big so I don't think too large and then feel really small when I don't finish anything.

This one is rather old but it's been forever since I posted so I'm assuming it's never been shared. It's for Amanda. Look at my cat, ha. And my room is now COMPLETELY different.

Only took me a day and a half. Watch Jane Eyre (2011 version) while doing so.

I love this scarf. Sadly, I couldn't wear it since it was a warm winter last/this year. Took me forever to find the time to knit it. it's taller than I.

This is just fucking cute. My sister told me to look over and that was waiting for me.

Oh, watched a romantic movie (STFU I am on my period). It is called, The Ghost and Miss Muir. I liked it, for what it was. It was funny when the ghost said he had been with three women and Miss Muir was all like, "OH HOW FUCKING GROSS - BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF, SIR!" Ha. "Blasted" and "Blazes" were curse words. Took me forever to figure that out. I couldn't figure out why she continuously told him to stop with the cursing.

That's it, my little fuckers.
Until next time...

Chewy

Today was actually a really good day. I was in a spectacular mood which never happens. I even agreed to possibly help Todd move tomorrow (which that means you're my friend - this is proof). He had made a slave joke during the invitation, but nothing concrete. When Alan replied about coming, he asked what we would be doing. I said, "I don't know, but he made a slave joke so I'm assuming we're helping him move."

After work, after being recognized by another team lead for my awesome Target skillz, I went to Barnes and Noble to extensively walk the fiction section and find books to read. The list as follows:
Megan Bergman - Birds of a Lesser Paradise
Josh Bazell - Wild Thing (I really liked Beat the Reaper... Well, until the UNREALISTIC ending.)
Aravind Adiga - White Tiger
Paul Auster - The New York Trilogy
Peter Bognanni - The House of Tomorrow
Robert Bloch - Psycho
T.C. Boyle - Budding Prospects
Sylvia Plath - The Bell Jar
Arthur Nersesian - The Fuck-up (This book sounded a little like Candide by Voltaire.)
Haruki - Murakami - Dance Dance Dance

I don't see a point in this.

I loved these fucking fish.

Afterwards, I went to the "In-training" Day at Chuy's. We got our meal for free, except alcoholic drinks. All the alcoholic beverages were four dollars and the proceeds went to "Courageous Kids." I had lunch with my old history teacher (well, first and second semester of college history teacher who will remain nameless), and Fallon. It was pretty awesome. The food was typical, but the atmosphere was good. However, there were odd paintings of dog heads on human body's, a copy cat of that one guy, I know. The teacher said, "All these dog pictures. You know what the special ingredient is, don't you? You'll know when the dog population drops."
Hahahahaha.
In my head: "In other news, the dog population has dramatically decreased. Humane Society says it's because of their hard work and advertising of neutering and spading. Scientists are now in favor of breeding."
I will post pictures of the place once Fallon shares them on facebook. Stay tuned! (See what I did there?)

The teacher bought me a Mojito. I am very thankful, although he'll never read this. I cannot believe, ever in my life, that I would have drinks with an older teacher of mine. Just amazing. I feel like an adult. I thought I felt like an adult when I used a hand-mixer when I was 21, this does not compare. I feel collected. Although I want to move out on my own so badly. I want to be independent beyond recognition. That's my purpose as of right now. Once I settle on that, then I want to be independent beyond the U.S.

Anyway, shower then sleep.
next entry will b red lyk this. xcitd?

good-bye, good-bye, goodbye... no, not that.

I'm just quoting a song. Yeah.

I'm nearly drunk.
I'm a beer away, I guess. I'm too drunk to close my eyes, extend my arms and touch my nose. Haha. I love doing it.
Okay, it has yet to be a month since I turned 21-years-old and this is a list (I compiled of all I consumed, by bottles):
3x Burnett's Cherry Vodka
3x Oliver Red Wine
12x Beers (Heineken and Michelob)
1x Green Apple Smirnoff
1x Red Wine I can't remember/pronounce
1 glass of red wine at Olive Garden

That's all in three weeks. I don't have a problem. My only problem is turning 21 and wanting to experience shit.
Am I rite or am I rite?
(When I misspell it's my gansta speech.)

Discovered Mickey Avalon.
Amazing.
Perverted but amazing.

I love Cricket but she doesn't love me and proves it by ignoring me.
Life sucks.
I want her to love me, but something I do just doesn't sit right with her. What is it? PLEASE, SOMEONE EXPLAIN.
I think about it every day and never understand--never come to a conclusion.

OSHIT. NOTORIOUS SHUFFLED ON.
Let's ride, get high, get high, get high, let's ride, let's ride.


Work remains the same.

Susan barely crammed her body into what looked like an oversized wheelbarrow before the thing chasing her sniffed the air for her scent. She held her breath, gagging, sweat pouring from every pore of her body. Her legs twitched and ached in their awkward position. Her head pounded from a migraine. Her body begged for release and all she could really think about was what was still five feet away from her, maybe, maybe less.
Footsteps, silence.
Crickets and wind.
Anonymous scream.
The girl released some of the air pressure - with it, vomit. Ziploc lips, the vomit pressed tightly upon them. Susan squeezed her eyes shut, reminding herself of the monsters. If she let it out, they, it would smell her. Discover her stuffed into some wheelbarrow with mice gnawing at her shoe and something crawling in her tangled hair.
Susan wanted to moan. Every atom of her being moaned and she wanted to release what she felt.
The anxiety.
The fright.
The thought of being twenty-years-old and dead.
She wanted to be at the party still. Drunk. Couldn’t even remember her own name. Now, her party clothes were torn, soiled and one of her brand-name shoes lost somewhere outside of her safe spot.
Susan wanted to cry, but it would give away her position.
For one brief moment she stared at the night sky and not at limitless space, vomit swishing her mouth-the taste of alcohol and rotten eggs. Susan appreciated it and wondered what constellation was which prior to noticing how still the night had gotten and the wind, there wasn’t one. The crickets, none of them played.
She wanted to ask what was there, but despite her quietness and the will to stop her body in all its endeavors to cope, Susan noticed a pair of gray hands gripping the side. When she opened her mouth to scream, the head popped over the side and smiled.
Susan, before the monster aimed for her throat, chocked to death on her vomit.

♪: l'arc-en-ciel - 死の灰

I did this in eight hours. Upon returning from Crafty Hands I knitted that until I went to bed and miraculously finished. One proud girl right here. I wasn't even rushing, I just lazily knitted for eight hours.
It's for Amanda. She loves it.
So does Erin, a cake girl from work, and gave me money to knit her one.
I'm already in the round and working the garter two and a quarter inches.

Today has been a very good day indeed. I don't know. I slept late (8:30AM), was alone, got a call from a job I put in an application for and have an interview Friday at 230PM.
Casey and me hung out. Ate Japanese.
I am successfully knitting a cable scarf, with little prior knowledge on cables.
My mother didn't like a pair of pants she ordered and they were too small for her so she gave them to me. They 'accentuate my sexy curves.'
I am very energetic today.
Fixed a sock that snugged on something and ripped a little at the cuff.
Had the best time cleaning today. I made a CD and rapped, sang, danced while cleaning.
See? Awesome day.
Last night's dream though dealt with sex, murder and sexy clothes from the early 19th century.
Mmmmm.

My cousin had a car accident the other day. Here are photos of his purple truck (aka Purple Passion) after the accident.


He had slipped off the road, hit a light post - it broke in half. The truck flipped on its side into a ditch and the light post fell on them and the other half fell on a van in the opposing lane.
No one was injured, but the truck is totaled :(

ps - we all have names for our cars.
I named all of them aside from Randy's late Purple Passion.
Mine is The Red Rover.
My dad's work truck is The Silver Stallion.
My dad's everyday truck is the Bashful Blue.
And Jimmy Dale's truck is The Green Gem.
Hahahaha.

pss - Me - So, are you feeling better? Vomit anymore?
Mom - Nope. Btw, could you pick me up a snickers with almonds on your way home?
Me - Ew, did you vomit that up last night?
Mom - Noooo, Heatherrrr.
Me - Oh, okay, because that would be rough coming back up.
*ladies at Crafty Hands all turn to me with a wtf expression*

♪: 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....

♪: puddle of mudd - she hates me

Cricket and I went to go see Paranormal Activity. What a load of crap. Scary my arse. It was like as if the producers behind A Haunting made a fucking movie. Less believable than its hardly explained plot line are the characters and how they couldn't act whatsoever. YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO ACT, JUST BE YOURSELF with this type of film and they just couldn't even do that. Not even close. I merely recommend to see this movie in a crowded theater with kids half your age, because their jumps and screams would make it all worth it.
Besides.
You might even get to hear some high school kids that believe it's real and the guy trying to tell them, yes, it's fictional. And the girls are in denial.
Shoo, now that that's over with....


DUMPSTER. I know, the light ruins the picture. BUT. Behind that dumpster which is behind that theater is a new place on the list of places we have smoked. That's right.
As soon as we walked out of the movie, to the parking lot, a security cop was there. No, not for us, but in general. Which is weird.
Then we went to Wal*Mart and have ANOTHER place to add to the list. In Wal*Mart parking lot.
And I think only one carload of people saw because they drove directly by and looked directly at us by slowing down.

I NOW HAVE NAIL POLISH. Cricket has NAIL POLISH and we're all happy.
Not that color, but the picture is proof that I rarely ever, hardly ever, ever wear nail polish.

Ay caramba!

(it hangs over my bed :)!)

And I painted her toenails with my fingernail polish ;)
Then, we sneaked around in the Halloween aisle and stole a couple of skeletons. She did it, I was too paranoid. I was so paranoid and felt bad about stealing that I bought these five lunch sacks with a witch on them to take to work. Hahahahaha. No, rly.
We then got something to eat and saw four cops (rough estimate).
We then went to the park to eat and saw another cop.
So, five?
It was insane.

Me - Could we make it in the theater? I'm not as high as I was, but I'm still kind of.... Ugh, I'm so scared to go in.
Cricket - Why?
Me - dsfdsg...
Cricket - Hey, you're not as high looking as you were with that picture with the unborn, remember? And we didn't even have eye drops. They didn't say shit.
Me - *laughs hard* Yeah man, I just don't want anyone else to know sitting around us.
Cricket - Oh, they're going to know.
Me - Ack, I just don't like people knowing that high that I didn't get high with. It freaks me the fuck out, really.
Cricket - Why? Maybe we can meet someone to invite back there to get high with us?
Me - *laughs, remembering the Unborn incident* hahahaaha, we were the geeky, red-eyed geeks walking up in Great Escape Theater. And you got behind a thing to make faces. *notices Crickets eyes flickering to the side.* What're you looking at? Oh, my reflection?
Cricket - *smiles and nods*
Me - It's the same thing you know. It's not going to do anything differently.
Cricket - That would be freaky as shit. I would demand you to take me to the hospital.
Me - Who would need the hospitalization - me or you?
Cricket - Hm, you have a point.
Me - OH HO HO HO HO! I do have a point.

*Walmart parking lot*
*waiting for car to pass*
Me - *goes to take a hit, but it drops and cannot find it* Where's the roach?
Cricket - *shrugs* I dunno.
Me - *harsh sigh* Fine. *looks on her lap, everything. Then I decide to get out of the car. As soon as I open the car door,* MONEY! *starts picking up some change*
Cricket - Found it!
Me - Yes! *gets the roach, puts it in my fist and a car is driving by really slowly and I look away to put the change into the little hole for change. As the car drives away I turn to Cricket*
Cricket - Hm, kind of odd.
Me - Did they look straight into the car?
Cricket - Hahahaha, yes they did.
I have made 22 cents, fyi.

The List (revisited!) - New locations added in italics.
Western Kentucky University
Keriaskes (I murdered that spelling) Park
Covington (gazebo, parking lot, swings, and gazebo on golf course)
The Square
Sears parking lot
The park by the free clinic (parking area and picnic area)
Abandoned train caboose
WHILE driving on the square
In front of the small library
Campbell Lane
The bridge on the bypass
Great Escape 12 (dumpster)
Wal*Mart (Veterans) parking lot

ps - Cricket loves her scarf ;)

♪: plastic tree - ghost

BAM.
I know I've been neglecting you, but don't be that way, you know I love you the most.
WORK SUCKS, I KNOW.

SOOO.
Work does suck, BUT I NOW HAVE FRIENDS.
I made it my personal goal to befriend a boy. AND IT HAS HAPPENED, times two.
This older gent who just talks to me and asks random questions about me.
I knitted today and was walking out the door with my needles and thread when he stopped me and thought I was just the bee's knees for it.
("It's like when you see this girl you want to date, but you need that extra point. OH, SHE KNITS? Okay, let's go, we're dating.")
Then, Ben, the guy I have this HUGE GIRLY CRUSH ON, was talking to me and him and the older gent invited me to go to dinner with them after work.
I agreed.
Went to the car, got my sanitary napkins, then walked away, walked back to put my frock up and realized, with horror, that I locked my KEYS IN THE CAR.
So, they cancelled plans, I called Cricket, Cricket's mom, Alex and she answered. I refused Ben's offer to drive me home - I would have felt so horrible if he had.
The older gent laughed, saying, "Wow, what a great first impression."
It was very embarrassing.
I hardly ever get embarrassed.
So, I smoked some cigarettes with Alex, got home, got the spare key, got back to my car and talked to Alex for a bit more and went home.
Today has been very bad.
And good?
It evens itself out, I suppose.
It's adorable how that happens.
- Cricket visited me at work. Kaylee was with them... I let Kaylee have the hairnet I was wearing - she looked ADORABLLLEEEE.
- Got to know Ben - he knows Japanese music ANDDDDD KOREAN. He's going to be a good friend, or my boyfriend. NEW PERSONAL GOAL.
- Got to be by myself for closing... So nice.
- Crafty Hands helped me with a knitting problem, gave me advice, a marker, patted me on the head and sent me on my way with news about a sock knitting class they're going to have in October. Can't wait. I wanna go, I just have to see if I can get off.
- INTERNATIONAL FESTIVAL September 26, 2009, 9am - 7pm.
- I'm off, after tomorrow, FOR TWO DAYS.
sdgndfjgndgd.
So happy about that.

♪: ivan - 光

Been a long time since I listed a Japanese song on here. PRAY THE LORD.

I was incorrect on my assumption that there was no [lack of] comedy at my work place.
Today two interesting incidents happened:
No, I don't hate the slow-minded people of our society, I just don't talk to them. Well, I was on my lunch, talking to this old woman about her life. Haha, she mentioned that one of her sons, the middle one, had a nervous breakdown and yeah. So, he's now a bum. GUESS WHO CAME TO VISIT HER. He sat directly beside me and, immediately, you could tell he was a bit slower than the rest.
He smiled really big and greeted me, I did the same.
Him and his mother started to converse and I'm finishing my sandwich when I realize he keeps staring at me. This man is less than 12 inches away from me and keeps turning his ENTIRE HEAD to stare at me. Every time I'd talk, he'd stare at me with this dorky smile.
Then when his mother joked, or someone else, he'd chuckle WHILE turning his head in the direction of me.
UGHUHGUGHUGHUGH.
It's creepy, I hated it. I was so happy when my lunch was over.

PART TWO:
This Matt guy came in today with a pretty bandaged thumb. His co-worker asked what happened. He replied, "I was bit by a raccoon last night."
"Wooow."
"He bit right through my thumb and then latched. I couldn't get him off by swinging my arm so I had to start punching him." He then made a downward punching motion in the air.
"Omg, did you get a tetanus shot?"
"No."
"Matt, you should've went to the doctor last night if a raccoon bit you."
Matt then glanced at me and I injected, "That was amazing, btw."
And he walked off, hahahahaha.

Quirks:
- Old ladies buying 24 packs of beer and steaks.
- An old woman complaining about the price of an avocado and pointing to the people behind her (five minutes in the ring up) and saying, "Well, they're going to have a heart attack because of me. OWELL."
- REALLY white trash people. With a wife in one of those riding cart things, which is a bit faster than walking and her husband in line. They have to get another thing of bread. Well, the wife, even though it would be HELLA easy fer her, refuses to get it and her husband takes TEN FUCKING MINUTES - ALMOST LITERALLY - to get some bread that was wrong in the first place and he replies, "I'm not going back, it's not my job anyway."

ISN'T LIFE SWELL?

♪: Dexy's Midnight Runners - Come On Eileen

Two preachers and an apostle in training walks into Starbucks...
That actually happened today and I really wanted to make it a joke and couldn't find one funny line. FUCK IT.
Then these two girls and [what I thought to be] a gay man were sitting in the table in front of me. One, the innocent girl of the two, was talking about how someone tried to break in her apartment. She opened the door on the burglar. She even said, "I wouldn't do anything illegal, haha, because the cops will be circling my house."
Then they discussed if he had a gun.
Then they discussed if he had a gun AND armor. Then they'd be 'screwed.'
I loved listening to them and playing Sudoku.

While playing monopoly, at Cricket's, I figured out 10 ways to annoy people while playing said game.
1 - Pick anyone from a group and single them out for competition. Who can get the most properties, money and houses/hotels out there. Every time you get money, properties, etc... Look at them slyly and make a comment about your win.
2 - If you have to pay rent for anything, hand them a 500 dollar bill.
3 - Buy EVERYTHING you land on.
4 - If they want a property, always say the amount their 500/100s equal to. And never trade until they have money. Wait a couple of rounds.
5 - Barely swing the dice out of your hand so it's more of a chance to get doubles.
6 - Do not keep your money organized. Just make this big pile.
7 - Sit the farthest away from the board. Always make sure someone moves you. Do this until they figure out you haven't touched your piece for ten rounds.
8 - When handing them money, sulk and throw it toward their money. Piece by piece. (that's if their hand isn't out.)
9 - When you know they don't have the money to make exact payment, say, "I don't give change."
10 - Tuck your elbows to your sides and and reach for everything with your 'gimp' arms.

Watching guys play basketball while knitting is pretty fun.



(he was in my purse, kickin' it, and then he stepped off once I clicked.)
MUFASA. That's his name and I'll say it again. MUFASSAAA, OOOOooOOOooh.
That kitten was so boss I could hardly contain my affection.

♪: blue october - into the ocean

That's right, folks, that's my recent practise. I'm kicking ass. I'm starting to be able to read directions with all the abbreviations. Yeah, I'm proud, too. Soon, I can do yarn overs and have these awesome scarves to be warm with while all my friends are freezing to death around me. My master plan is working.

Last night, as I was knitting, I was watching Hostel II. I've never watched the first one, but I don't know how. The second one probably wasn't as good as the first one, but it was hilarious. As I was watching that, I was thinking of all the people (fictional and real) who could have benefited from this type of business.
- Kakihara (Ichi the Killer)
- Ichi (Ichi the Killer)
- Frankenstein's Monster
- Voldemort
- If The Black Plague was personified
- Jack the Ripper
- Hitler
- Bill the Butcher
- Mussolini
- [Basically] any Russian

And that's all I could think of :(

♪: Cloud Cuckoo Land - 하루

My sister has a boyfriend. It's adorabllleeee. I haven't seen him and she apparently has known him for awhile. He was nervous asking her, haha. I asked if he made reference to her middle name (Hope), like, 'I HOPE you would date me.'
She replied to me, 'No, he wasn't that cunning.'
I asked if his name was Travis and she immediately replied, "OH GOD NO, I'M NEVER DATING SOMEONE NAMED TRAVIS!"
(They're STILL talking on the phone, it's cute.)

A few days ago, I watched Funny People. I couldn't connect with any of the characters, it was as if they were just there. I didn't feel bad, depressed, angry at anything. I wasn't laughing, but moderately bored, at most parts. They had a few funny parts (mostly at the beginning to draw you into boredom slower and unexpected). I could understand what Judd Apatow was going for, but he missed the beat terribly.
Of course, I haven't really laughed out loud at his previous movie or the present one. Only did 40-year-old Virgin do it for me; it ranks supreme.

Today has been an informational day, nonetheless.
- Sister has a boyfriend
- Sean is moving out in TWO days AND has a JOB.
- I'm working Friday
- Ms Legge has quit WEHS and moved off to ruin a few more generations' future
- That if you eat undercooked pork that has been infected with a type of tapeworm, you're going to possibly die. So, I'm not eating pork anymore
- My fright of contracting the deadly parasite, Malaria, has doubled, haha
- I'm never going to Africa for ANYTHING
- How to make Fried Green Tomatoes
- That I work better with heavier yarn than skinny, lightweight yarn
- Molly doesn't like green anything aside from the occasional grassy feast when she has an upset stomach :(

♪: kelly clarkson - my life would suck without you

I should have wrote this entry two days ago, on the 25/6. Silly me, I'm lazy.

So, Cricket's sister-in-law had a b-day party for her 21st. Her and her family were drinking. They were annoyingly funny. Danny calling Jonny, fat, but not regular fat, he's fat. Danny turning to Jackie and asking, "Do you know the T-virus?"
OR
Me risking my life to go out and get Cricket's chair from the kitchen where we played monopoly. Danny turned around once I was bending down to get the chair. He asked me something, but I don't like talking to drunk people so I just lifted my head, smiled, grabbed the chair and started to back up. Danny and Cricket laughed.
I love monopoly. I had strategy.

They found a certain plant in Cricket's yard.
How fucking insane is that?

The List (revisited!) - New locations added in italics.
Western Kentucky University
Keriaskes (I murdered that spelling) Park
Covington (gazebo, parking lot, swings, and gazebo on golf course)
The Square
Sears parking lot
The park by the free clinic (parking area and picnic area)
Abandoned train caboose
WHILE driving on the square
In front of the small library
Campbell Lane
The bridge on the bypass

Saw an old "friend" at Denny's. She was so nervous it was almost cute. ALMOST.
We colored the kids' menus anddddd ate. YEAHHH.

Not only did we color the kids' menus, but we colored pictures in Cricket's room. It didn't seem like we colored two pictures in a row, but it happened:

Ichi's Corner

(click on me to be bigger!)
the 'TO BE CONTINUED' picture from a couple, last entry/ies ago? Yeah. :D I drew scales.


(click on me to be bigger!)
YABBA-DABBA-DOO.
I think that's all I needed to say.

Cricket's Room

(click on me to be bigger!)
It's EXACTLY what you think.


(click on me to be bigger!)
I was watching her make the monsters on top of the page. And, it was pretty funny.

What else, what else...
I have a new golfball to my collection. Wooplah.

ps - me and kyle, Cricket, had a 100 e-mails put together for the entire night I was with you. Hahahahaha. Seemed like 17.

♪: tom jones - it's not unusual

BASICS
1. Full Name and age: Heather Marie Borders, 19
2. Where do you live? Bah, the second retirement state, Kentucky.
3. What is your house like? Clash. Everything clashes.
4. Single or Taken? One is the loneliest number that you'll ever dooooo.
5. Do you have siblings? One sister.
6. What are your hobbies? Reading, writing and knitting.
7. Where do/did you go to school? Just the silly High School - nothing else.
8. What do you do for a job? Being a beggar a job?

HAVE YOU EVER
9. Broken a bone? Jammed a finger. It still hurt, okay?
10. Got road rage? Haha, yes. When someone cuts me off.
11. Drank so much you passed out? Hahaha, ohhhhhhhhh. Yes. Alex, "Omg, Cricket, clean it up, it stinks!"
12. Been on a road trip? ...Yes, haha.
13. Skipped class? 24 times in my Senior year, once Junior year.
14. Danced in the rain? Yes ;)
15. Broken someones heart? Yes, haha. We're still friends, though.
16. Been overseas? Nope.
17. Been thrown out of a pub? Not yet.
18. Crashed your car? I've been in a car that has crashed.
19. Played drinking games till you threw up? Never, ew.

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF
20. The day outside? So hot I want to test the saying, "Cook an egg on the sidewalk."
21. What your wearing? Half-pants (I like to call them) and my 2005 Six Flags Frightfest t-shirt, haha.
22. Your group of friends? Each very different.
23. Summer v Winter? Winter.
24. David Bain: Does not have my vote.
25. Drinking hard out? Never again.
26. Being a bad ass? 100% of the time.
27. How you look? I could care less.

DO YOU PREFER
28. Choc or vanilla? Milk, ice cream, suckers, candy bars? I like my choc and vanilla to be mixed with ice cream. Other than that, Vanilla.
29. Night clubs or house party? House Parties, but I don't like parties anyway.
30. The other sex with brown or blonde hair? Not blonde. I dislike blonde.
31. The other sex with long or short hair? If a guy has long hair he better take care of it, but, either, I don't care unless he doesn't take care of it, then short.
32. High heels or flats? For me? I wear neither. I don't have clothes to fit either, but, if I had to pick, boots with jeans and high heels with dresses... unless I'm doing the hippie style, then boots.
33. TV or going out? DEFINITELY outside.
34. Peircings or tattoos? Either. Not on me, but someone else is always welcomed.
35. Maccas or BK? Wth is a maccas? BK. I love the commercials.
36. Auckland or Wellington? Don't know?
37. Sushi or fish n chips? Sushi! I dislike fried foods.

TELL US...
38. A crazy thing you've done: I've done a lot of crazy shit... Not really hotdog, mailbox type stuff, but getting high in broad daylight, watching dinner traffic pass is kind of crazy I suppose.
39. Are you a romantic? I hate to admit that's an affirmative.
40. What is your dream date? Nothing stupid like restaurants and beaches, but something like alarms are going off and we're getting arrested.
41. Fav perfume? Ooh, I recently discovered the 'music' scent of Harajuku scene. I LOVE IT SO.
42. Fav song? (I love Spaceman, Jellyfish... LOVE IT). Uh, Ain't that a kick in the head - Dean Martin.
43. Your run in with the cops: I have, on this. It's even in my anniversary post, haha.
44. The drunkest you've ever been was when: Definitely the first time I ever drink... Never, again.
45. Whats next in life for you: Getting a story published - it's harder than you think.
46. What you'd do if you won lotto: Buy my parents a nice place in flordia and buy my mom her fav car ever - mini-cooper, haha.
47. Your thoughts on marriage and kids: Neither. I want kids, but I have this anger problem, haha. Don't want to beat kids, but I don't believe in marriage, really.
48. Your last real date: What? As 'bf/gf'? I never had one, haha. Never cared to...
49. On a Friday night youll be: At home, reading. Like I was last night, ahhhhh.
50. On a Saturday night youll be: #49.
51. How smart were you at school? By grades? Not that smart. By word of mouth, a lot of people thought I was very intelligent. That's what they told me, haha. no one has ever called me stupid?
52. Where you were at the millenium: Petting my dog with my dad and sister watching this Nick thing.
53. You drive a: 1998 Ford Escort.
54. At a dress up party, you'll be wearing: I have an old Steak-n-Shake uniform. More than likely that. Or be a hooker again.
55. Best place to shop is: Electronic Store, muahaaaaa.
56. Will you pick truth or dare: Depends if I'm sober or not.
57. Something embarassing: I adoreee Barbie movies. I have most of them, over half and can recite, word by word, Babrie and the Nutcracker.

FINALLY
58. Who was the last person to text you? Casey.
59. What was the last nice thing you did for someone? Bought a friend some drinks (tea, sillies).
60. What was the last bad thing you did to someone? Got angry, got angry some more and decided I'm through with them until they take responsibility and realize, YOU'RE NOT A FUCKING VICTIM, GODDAMMIT.
61. Are you the 4th hottest in your group of friends? I don't really think I'm cute at all, muahaaaa.
62. Anything you havent told your parents? It'll be easier if I said, 'what they do know.'
63. Have any regrets? Never being able to finish Mary Poppins. I hate that movie.
64. How much money would it take for you to sleep with Oprah Winfrey? Not money, I just want a FREE CAR.
65. Amy Winehouse is: an easy target for Graham Norton.
66. Your celeb crush? Wow, I don't have one.
67. At a party your the person who is: unknown, then known by the end because I'm so wondrously funny? haha.
68. Fav album: Beauty and the Beast Soundtrack, haha. Not joking.
69. Why are you doing this? I.am.so.bored.
70. Who else will do this? No one, bet.

♪: kenny loggins - footloose

I love the 80s. I don't know if any of you have noticed. I often tell strangers, family, friends that I need to be born in 1965. Then, I would be 15 when the 80s hit and would be old enough for most of the movies, then be plenty old enough to go to concerts. I would be old enough to relate to everything.
Ack, I love the teased hair, clothes that aren't supposed to match and the dance moves (no, not only footloose).
Only one problem with the equation though... I would be an adult in the 90s. I hate the 90s. It's an ugly decade permanently marked on the universe's time. Heroine sheik? Bleck. I do like, however, a lot of the music from the 90s.
Good Things from the 80s
- Loudness (Japanese Rock band, one of the first)
- X Japan (A Japanese style of what heavy metal should not look like, hahaha...)
- Anne Rice's 'The Vampire Lestat.'
- Teased Hair
- Axel Rose
- Kurt Russel's bulging muscles in any movie he's ever in. Even when he's in the arctic, he finds a reason to be shirtless.
- CDs
- The glasses where you can attach a sunglass lens to your regular glasses. Every time I see one, I chuckle.
- Michael Jackson
- Nicholas Cage
- The Valley Girls ('Gag me with a spoon!')
- David Bowie
- Labyrinth
- Movies with Molly Ringwald
- Beauty and the Beast TV series. (Not that it was good, it most definitely wasn't, just hilarious to watch. omg.)
- Woody Allen
- Rap
- Serious entertainment value.

I have more, since I love the decade so, but I'll stop.
I thought of this subject while sitting on my bed, knitting while 80s music videos played on VH1 classic, haha.

ps - usually, when the 'footloose' song comes on, I do the dance. you know, head bent, feet popping out one a a time. My mom usually looks at me shakes her head.
other times, whenever I'm in the mood, i'll step in front of my mother and do the vanessa huxtable dance from the beginning to The Cosby Show. from this beginning.