The Arena of Losers

So, I'm in the kitchen and I began to play You Took The Words Right Out of My Mouth by Meatloaf. My sister was all, "Shut it off! You have headphones! That song sounds completely gay!"
(I used all those exclamation points to make her seem gay.)
So, I finally go get my headphones because she won't shut up about it.
A little while later, as she's leaving, I hear her lowly sing, "You took the words right out of my mouth...."
I stopped, turned around and said, "OOOOOOOOOOOH!"
Then me and my mother began singing it.

Yesterday I had some advice for guys that I inadvertently said to Fallon:
Fallon - So I was thinking of Christmas presents the other day.
Me - And?
Fallon - I miss when my husband used to write poems for me.
Me - I just wish he'd more corny. I hate admitting that. Because if he fucks you then he should put out emotionally.
Fallon - Lol.
Me - I know I'm right. And although some girls put up a rough front, they love a little emotion. I'll admit that's why I love yaoi.
Guys, heed my advice. I'm always right. Jaccob will agree, won't you, HONEY BEAR?

I should be studying for biology but I can't figure out how. Sad.

I am now listening to some old school Big Bang.

I was over at Todd's and said something about not going to class tomorrow because of how tired and behind I am in certain places. He said he could write me a note. I said, "Oh, please, daddy?!"
Below is what ensued:

Sadly, I had to leave shortly thereafter and I received an e-mail from Todd saying:

Let me start by saying Jake is fast asleep.  Below is his note.

Dearest Supervisor or "Boss,"

My dear son cannot report to duty on November 8th in the Year of our Lord, 2012.  Many factors play into his inability or preform menial labor for subservient wages.

First, he's as close to having a venereal disease as possible without actually having one.  his new girl has been riding him hard of late, bruising and chaffing him to vicious degrees.

Secondly, there is a certain dildosity to the team which he cannot always tolerate.

Thirdly, he has been grief stricken by the current state of political unrest aka the election.

Surely you can understand that this vile combination of raw dogs, dildos, and failed political dreams could ravage anyone's drive to work.

God bless!
Daddy

High-five, Todd, high-five.

Waiting for 日本語のクラス we were all discussing Minecraft. Then I said I could build houses for hours on SIMS. Someone said something about Woohoo on SIMS.
This dude spoke up with he never played SIMS enough to know about that.
Me - You've never had sex on SIMS?
Dude - No. I think I played SIMS 1 and burned my waffles. Then I got pissed. I just went to my neighbors, pissed them off and then excommunicated myself from the community because I burned my waffles. If I hadn't of burned my waffles then I would probably be playing it right now.

Today the wonderful Fallon helped me with my math. I LOVE YOU FOR IT. And all the while she was using her phone as a calculator. Suddenly this random song lowly played in the background. She then stops speaking in the middle of her sentence and checking all her pockets. She starts to panic and then checks her jacket pockets. She then says, "Okay, give me a minute, I need to find my phone."
I give her a confused look and then slowly scoot up her phone clearly on the table to her. "You mean this, right here?"
She stops and does "headdesk."

SCIENCE DID THIS ON A LEAF.

AWESOME ANONYMOUS DID THIS AT WORK.

DUN DUN DUNNNNNN.

Red and Purple Do Match

Today has been nothing but an onslaught of my thoughts and everything in between.

At work, I walked into a conversation with Janet (a sweet old woman) and Jose (the cleaning crew).
"...then I told them I was going to leave and talk with my husband."
"How did you find out?"
"Jack told me it was the wrong bank. Good thing I didn't get ill, otherwise I would have looked more like an idiot."
Janet then turned to me, "Hey Heather! I went to the wrong bank and demanded my money."
Bernie walked back there also, changing out batteries in her equipment.
Jose was asking, "So, do you have anymore stories?"
Janet looked up to the side then said, "Well, there was this one time I didn't know I was getting pulled over."
Bernie laughed, "I love this one!"
Jose asked, "You didn't know you were getting pulled over?"
Janet laughed, watching Bernie, "Well, no. I was just driving down 31W, from Kroger when he came up behind me and flashed his lights. I just thought he needed to go around so I slowed down and kind of pulled over to let him around me. He didn't; he just kept flashing those lights. Then he kept following me farther down, so I stuck out my hand to wave him around."
Bernie laughed, face turning red.
Janet finished, "That's when his sirens went off and I thought, 'Geez, what does he want?' Eventually though, I did pull over, after driving ALL the way down 31W."
Jose laughed and I was shaking my head.
Janet continued, "I one time paid at a drive-thru and left my food there. I once paid for gas and just drove off without it. One time at a job I got lost coming back from lunch. They called me back to work twice. After about half an hour I just left. I said, 'Forget this, I can't even find my way back!'"
Jose looked stunned, "How old were you?"
"Oh, I was teenager with that job thing."
"Oh, so this has always been an issue and not recently?"
"Oh no, I've always been like this."
Janet is Janet.

Todd and I have an ongoing tradition of harmlessly pranking one another at work. He'll come by and turn my shoe carts around when I'm actually working. Or, he'll pull my cart down one of the main aisles while I distracted in another. Or, call me at the fitting room and say something nonsensical and hang up.
Sometimes I pull his carts away, or slide things away from his grasp, or give him calls over the walkie for phone pick up when nothing is on the line.
It's on, little man.
For working in mens, when I wanted to be in shoes (that's right, Todd, I WANTED TO BE THERE), he gave me this (well, not gave, but let it flutter over my shoulder in the breakroom):

Man my legs hurt so badly. I'm sitting and they're still throbbing.

I actually organized all my French papers from past semesters and organized the ones I needed to study by the dates I wrote down in my planner. I should really be a planner because I have mad skillz.

Fallon and I hung out today at Barnes and Noble.
She had me buy a book, The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane. I will immediately read it after I finish Sacre Bleu!, which I'm going to read after this entry.

Perhaps I'll have something interesting later.
Ha, doubt it peeps.

Around the riverbend

I had a great time with the guys last night. No drama at all -- that's how I like it. I like that I cannot even keep up with the funny conversations. That's all they do. Todd is the ringleader (yeah, I said it) and I am the fucking psychological needs to Maslow's Theory. Fuck you, this works.

Anyway.
For the past two games our characters received little green cards with directions on them. No other character is allowed to see them or know. So, I was sitting there, setting up shop, when Jake asked me if he could read my cards. I said he could only read the first one. He did. A little while later, he said to me, "You can't read my cards."
I squinted my eyes, "Why not?"
"I don't want you to."
I said something in the lines of "challenge accepted."
When the pizza arrived, I went to his envelope, which he had been protecting, and quickly grabbed the card.
Written there was, "Haha jokes on you."
I have been bested people. Fucking CHECKMATE. FUCKING CHECKMATE.
I wrote "Fuck" on it.

I was so tired. I went to the kitchen that night and walked around. I leaned on the counter and the next thing I know my head is down. I was nearly in my REMs when someone laughed and I woke up. Driving home was a giant blunder. Alex kept me awake though, but I was kind of swerving. Fun times.

don't even think about it, princess

My God, my cat is so fucking adorable.
I stayed up way past my bedtime. I went to bed at like four in the morning. THANKS TAYLOR.
But, I didn't have another thought to share, just something stupid I did while talking with Taylor. I've done a version of this sober, when I was around 13-years-old, so it's somewhat forgivable.
My remotes were on the other side of the desk. I was on my bed. I needed them, so, like I normally would sober, I leaned on my computer chair and extend one arm out to get them. Well, my chair swiveled and I fell straight to the floor, caught the chair and it fell right on me.
It was very embarrassing.
I guess I deserved it, haha.
When I was thirteen, I was sitting on the edge of my bed, with my back on the edge, and my legs folded on the bed. Well, Casey made me laugh (on the phone) and I tilted my head back. Well, my entire body followed. I did some type of flip off the bed and still managed to keep the phone firmly against my ear. My legs were over my head and I was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe.
But, good times, right?

you were like AGHGHARTTGGG

So, my college shit is finally submitted. I'm just waiting on being accepted and then a meeting with my advisor.
Cannot wait.
Had another dream with living in Korea... Then I had to visit China. It was poor. When I got back to Korea the woman I was with had been put in jail. I visited her and spoke Korean&English.
Amazing.

Me and Marina were sitting in her car late the other night.
This huge ass Lotus or whatever jumped onto her steering wheel. I went, "OMG!"
Marina just freaked the fuck out and decided that the right way to react would be to scream bloody murder, jump onto my lap, grab my arms and keep pulling me BACK INTO THE CAR when I was trying so hard to exit.
When she finally realized it was okay, she regained her self composure and said, "Damn, I thought you saw a guy with a gun or something."
Wtf?
At least I wouldn't be shot because she's a human shield. Plus, all that guy's attention would be on her, trying to get her to shut up. By the time he realized there was a white girl, I would already be in Walmart, calling the cops.

haha, what you doin'?

The most, pathetically sad, exciting thing I have done in awhile.
(Did that make sense?)
I stole a cart. It was in Marina's apartment's parking lot.
(A whole lot of possession there.)
It makes me so excited.



All my yarn ♥
IT WAS A FUCKING BITCH TO GET IN MY CAR. I drove home, paranoid, still.
Parked in the driveway, squeezed that thing BACK OUT OF MY CAR ALONEEEE. I then CARRIED IT TO THE FUCKING RONT DOOR, UP SOME STEPS. LUGGED IT ACROSS MY LIVING ROOM, TRYING NOT TO MAKE A NOISE. Thennnnn, GOT IT IN MY ROOM, knocked on my sis's door and showed her. Amazing.
She laughed.

Today started off okay, went to aggravating, back to okay, back to 'heyleavemethefuckalone' to great!
Went to Marina's after work to smoke FLAVORED TOBACCO (cherry) from her hookah.
No weed involved with the hookah.
Amazing experience... Will do again....
OH WAIT, TOMORROW AT 7.
But then I busted out my last joint and smoked half on Marina's balcony. Got hella paranoid (Marina didn't smoke) and we sat there. Two guys were rolling by in a car and smiled, pointing up at us. I had already put my joint down, letting it burn out.
Even when they were going into their apartment across the way, they were still pointing and smiling, lips moving.

We then went to her room and had the below conversations...
Me - *looking at Marina's movies* Hush? What's that about?
Marina - Oh, it's about a girl who...
Me - *throws hand dramatically at Marina* Hush! I don't want to hear it!

OH.
We talked about her roommated getting a vibrator in the mail. Marina thought it was her package and opened it.
Awkward, I thought, until Marina spilt that her roommate had masturbated in the same room, with her beside her.
You know dorms, how crowded.
Ugh.
Makes me red.

♪: 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.

♪: 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 ;)

♪: 蜉蝣 - 腐った海で溺れかけている僕を救ってくれた君

The Charlie the Unicorn reference is also a slate to piss her off since she doesn't really like it.
I'm the one holding the camera.

♪: 蜉蝣 - アイドル狂いの心裏学

Yesterday was an exhausting day.



Decided to go to my cousin's graduation. It was so boring. I'm kind of glad I didn't go to mine. haha. Anyway. 120 kids, she's in the first 20, so me, my sister and my aunt had to sit there through the rest of the hundred and have people scream behind us. Have people keep walking in front of us, squeezing through. Normally, I would say, "Hey, sit down"; "Oh excuse me, I'm only watching the first in the family at graduation"; "No, I'm not sitting here"; "That wasn't my foot"; "I'm sorry for being at a seat when you pushed me aside to get through"; "No, I'm not trying to take a picture of the graduate, that's cool." BUT my aunt is a very, very shy person and it was her day, so I just kept my mouth shut and slept off the anger a little. I kept repeating, "Hey, I forgive their ignorance."
People get on my nerves. The worst of everyone is brought out at the wrong moments.

I remembered a story the other day my dad had told me a month or so back. When he was about 3, 4-years-old, his mom, his grandfather and him went fishing. At that age, my father was terrified of worms. So, the grandfather took two handful of worms and stuck them in my father's pants. My father turned so red in the face and began to wail, walking bow-legged with his arms sticking out. His grandfather laughed so hard, he bent over, hahahahahha.

At work the other day, my mom and I had a small joke which probably isn't funny, unless you were there, in the moment:
Mom - *says something I can't remember*
Me - Hey! That was embarrassing and awkward.
Mom - Like the time you wore Cricket's shirt to her house?
Me - Hahahahaha. That was awkward, you know. She didn't notice, neither did I, I thought it was my own shirt. Her mom noticed though. 'That's a nice shirt, Ichi.'
Mom - *stoner voice* Yeah, I'm a stoner man, I like Guns-N-Roses. (She doesn't know Cricket, but haha, I don't know how to explain.)
Me - Hey! I have one too! I love The Guns.
Mom - Oh, if only I had a baby book and recorded when you started to like them.
Me - Oh, today she finally sung along with The Axel Rose. The proudest moment in my parenthood.
Mom - *chuckles*
Me - Awwww, she did her first Axel Rose hip move. I've never been more proud.
Mom - Honestly?
Me - If only we had a baby book, mama sita.

A few days ago, I went to this small graveyard where I've never been before. Anyway, on this grave, there was this newt, salamander looking thing. I don't know, honestly.

That's the closest I could get without it scurrying away. When it did, I chased after it, yelling, "Blehhhhh!"
It was funny in the moment.

Now, to end this with an adorable picture of Princess, the cat.

♪: ac/dc - shoot to thrill

The time 9PM.
Me and Emily were walking around SG, just coming back from the train. While we were sitting down at the library, Emily wanted to waste five minutes of her life on a cigarette (literally) and said she couldn't find her lighter. There's only so many places she would have left it was the train. So, while I'm the one fetching it (because you have to climb a bit to get in there) some sirens are really loud. It's a very prominent sound so there's no mistaking. SInce I'm trespassing and have things on me, I'm so cautious to hurry and retrieve her lighter. Suddenly, as I think the sirens are slowly popping my eardrums, Emily says in some daring, hitherto tone, "Omg, Heather, I'm not even joking, come here!"
I freak the fuck out and come hurdling out of the train and on the ground, in a near run, out of breath, saying, "What? Where is it?"
Emily looks at me funny and says, "What? I found my lighter." She holds it up in the air and waves it.
"WHAT! Not cool! Not cool!" I put one hand on one knee and point, chest heaving so the heart wouldn't ram into my ribs, "Not cool!"
"What? The sirens?" And she giggles.
"Omg!" And I look to the train, to her and just heave some more. We keep walking.
Emilys turns to me, in a half smile, half reminiscent way, "I didn't even hear the sirens, I'm sorry."

Hahahahaha. It makes me laugh just thinking about it.

♪: will & grace

Yesterday/Earlier today, Cricket and I went on to her friend's, Adam's, myspace and changed everything. Hey, he gave us the password and e-mail... "Practically an invite."
-Cricket Quote

I changed his headline, about me and added a conspicuous sentence in his who'd I like to meet.

headline
wtf. why do we have to analyze 'if one door closes, another one opens?' we get it!

Adam's About me Redone
Have you ever just tried to blow out a candle, with your friend, from two feet away.
If you have, then you're in the right place.
Hey, I'm Adam grizzly fuckin' Adams.
Yeah, I know, lucky boy, he's about to meet The Adam, like I'm the title for you, babe. That's some black book material. No, no, I'm very confident me and you will end up together. (They aren't pick-up lines, it's just the truth.)
I'm pretty lax on most things. I mean, if you weren't, could you work at Wal*Mart? That's me, the Wal*Mart employee. (Rhymes are part of my scheme.) You're welcome.
Ever been to the simulated beach and felt some warm water drifting your way? That's me, staring at you as you look grotequely over. No, no, no. Don't be afraid, I'm quite friendly and awesome. Sometimes I can't hear myself over the sound of how awesome I am.

Who I'd Like to Meet
someone though could show me why some things are the way that they are and a way to fix the mistakes that have been made that should have never been made in the first place.

baby goo goo ga.

Hahahahahaha.
I'm so awesome.
Um.
I also took screenshots:
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Slippery when wet

Two new flavours of the week: Joss Stone and Brokencyde.

Anyway.
I just put Vaseline on my sister's room doorknob.
Her face was priceless.
"What, EW, HEATHER OMG."
hahahahaha.