7-12-00 BACK
To those of you I told I wasn't updating again, I lied. But you knew that, right? You knew I couldn't let my last day with website powers go by without updating, did you? Well this is really, truly the last rant of the month.
I have some kind of permanent streak across my winshield. See, I'm quite obsessive-compulsive about keeping my winshield clean and I'm constantly using my winshield wipers and water from my washer fluid tank thing while I'm driving. It all started with smushed bugs and such, but I started to notice this streak across my winshield that wouldn't go away when I was cleaning it. I finally realized that there was a big chunk of bird poop on my winshield wiper that, when I started cleaning, would get re-wetted and redistribute itself in a neat little arc across the driver's side of thw winshield. So, of course I totally stroke out now because there's ONE little smushed bug that won't come off as well as this majorly annoying arc of bird poop.
I am so tired. I came home today after running last minute errands with my mom, and I just lay on the couch, barely concious. I couldn't even get up. And the frickin phone kept ringing! Thankfully it wasn't ever for me. Wait a second....
I've also been getting all of my stuff together, which is fun, let me just tell you how motivated I am...
I tried to make a check list but I was too lazy to sit there and think all I needed to pack when all I have to do is just stand in my bathroom for 15 minutes at a time staring at every spot to make sure I have everything. That's far easier, because my attention ultimately wanders and I mosey on out to find something entertaining to do.
If you've sent me email this last day, I'll probably just get back to you once I'm in Michigan. Unless it's something totally life altering, then I may or may not choose to respond before I leave.
You know how I wrote about those dimwit stranded motorists? Well yesterday I went to the Firestone place on Roswell to meet the girl and her dad to get my spare back. Yeah, that's my story.
You must go to the Atlanta Bread Company and get an ABC special. Those things are the best!! I went and got 2 today, one for lunch and one for dinner. And seeing as how I didn't eat lunch until 4, I'm really not that hungry yet at 8. Man, it's 8?? I should go to bed. I called Jessie V. but she wasn't home. I need to call Jessica before I leave. Why am I writing this here.
I'm going to buy Tom Wilson some cashews. Nevermind.
I think my daddy's lonely up there in Michigan because he keeps calling. And that's fine. But there's never any new news. Hey, I watched a police chase on the news today. It was LIVE. woohoo. This guy was just going down the highway at about 85 mph casually smoking a cigarette and drinking what I assume was a can of beer. Haha, stupid *%^&. He randomly hit some other car, consequently shoving it into the median and against the wall. I would have been so angry if that were me. I'd have gone up to the officers and been like, hey, give me 5 minutes with this guy so I can beat the crap out of him for ruining my car. Because you all know how I am about my car. Anyway, they pulled this guy out of his truck when it finally came to a puttering halt in the HOV lane and I thought to myself, "Huh, no mullet." I was really expecting him to have one. Here's why: the man was shirtless and sunburned, driving an old green truck which was only going about 80 or 85 the whole time, and was probably drunk. Wouldn't you assume he was some kind of white trash? I sure did. But he didn't have a mullet, so oh well. The police did take turns beating the hell outta him, which was funny to watch. The stupid *%^& wouldn't get out of the car, then he wouldn't put his hands behind his back for them to handcuff. He was just plain stupid.
I also saw on the news that some people in Florida got 200 goats to let roam and eat all the bothersome kudzu. I thought that was a wonderful idea! However, that'd be some nasty roadkill right there, I tell ya. *laughing*
Hey, we gave my dad this sound machine thing for Father's Day, and my mother pressed some frickin button on the thing so now it tells you what time it is every hour on the hour. And the funny thing is, the "woman" has a British accent....hahahaha, an inanimate object with a british accent. That's FUNNY.
I just heard from the other room "It is now eight o'clock." It kinda scares you at first, but I've gotten used to it. When it did it at 7, I thought my mother was in the other room blabbering senselessly. But it was just the sound machine.
I'm going to see the Patriot when I'm up north. And THANKS TO JOSEPH HORMES, I now know what happens to Heath Ledger. JERK!!! I mean I know how it ENDS smart asses, it's about the Revolutionary War for god's sake, but I didn't know what happened with the individual characters!! Jeez. I hate when people spoil things for me.
You know, I was listening to the Duplex of retro pleasure on 99x yesterday whilst cleaning the house, and all these GREAT old songs came on that I haven't heard for years! It's weird how you can love a song then not ever hear it on the radio so you forget about it, but then you hear it, and suddenly you remember how much you used to love it. And I'm talkin OLD 90's stuff, you know stuff they played when I first started listening to that station. But some newer old ones (uh...contradiction kind of) that came on that I got all in a tizzy about were "crazy" by K's Choice, "underground" by Ben Folds Five, and...uh...what was the other one?? Um...I don't remember but there was another good one. I miss that stuff. I'm listening to Z93 right now and Crosby, Stills, and Nash just came on. Just thought you'd want to know.
I frequently answer my radio (um, you know, like when people in commercials are saying something stupid I mock them like they can hear me....) and today I was doing it with my mother in the car and she was getting all angry cuz she kept thinking i was talking to her.
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*sigh*
I have to get up at 5:20 tomorrow. Can you even fathom how amazingly tired I'm gonna be? You'll still frickin be asleep. Man, it was hard enough to wake up at 11:34 this morning (I set my alarm for random times, rarely on a real time like 11:30 or 11:40). It actually took me SIX minutes to wake up. My radio went off and I just lay there, motionless while my mind slowly woke up. BUt my bed was so comfy!! I didn't wanna get up.
So, what's up?
I can't keep my eyes open, this is really starting to get pathetic.
I'm so proud of my verbal filth archive page. It looks so nice! I've amassed a lot of crap and I felt it necessary to remove it to another page.
You know what gets annoying after a while? Guys who IM me saying stuff like "a/s/l" and "do u have a pic" and "were do u live" and I know I wrote "were" instead of "where" but that's what one guy actually wrote a couple days ago. He kept saying things like "were r u from?" were do u live? etc etc etc. And he wrote some things that were so messed up I couldn't even tell what he was trying to ask me. Then he went to my website via my member profile and wrote "ur hot" and "so is jessica"
And that, my friends, is where I drew the line. YOU DON'T SAY CRAP ABOUT MY BEST FRIEND. EITHER OF THE JESSICAS. And I realize he said that she was hot not something like she's a hag or whatever, but when a stupid sleazeball like that says something like what he did, I don't take it as a compliment, I take it to be offensive. So I blocked him. Stupid *%^&. I excuse my friends from saying stupid stuff online like BRANDON and his ebonics lessons or Cory and his attention whoring, but not stupid horny guys I've never met. Man.
Well, like I said yesterday, I got a manicure AND a pedicure today. My nails are very short and I'm sad. As soon as I got home there was a commercial about some nail parlor investigation because people were getting lots of infections after having their nails done. Great. OK, I'm going now, I may add more later, I may not and just go to bed. But in case I don't, good bye, and have a wonderful month of July!! I'll miss y'all!!