I AM STUCK IN THIS STUPID WASHTENAW COMMUNITY COLLEGE WITH TWO MORE HOURS TO GO AND I FINISHED MY CLASS AN HOUR AGO BECAUSE I WAS DONE WITH THE STUPID ASSIGNMENT IN LIKE HALF AN HOUR AND AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH. okay i'm done. Is life really like a box of chocolates in which you never know what you're gonna get? I suppose so. But sometimes i get these really weird deja vu feelings like i dreamt that this had happened so when it actually occurs i have this disoriented feelings of trying to place why this is so familiar and its absolutely freaky. I've wished so often to have magical powers so that I could stop time or be somewhere instantaneously or I would magically become a wizard or mage or a faerie who plays with people's minds cuz they think its so funny. i wish those things were true. I want to be that person who can fly up in the stars and get lost amongst the fleeting clouds of never never land.
I hate it when I miss people. Its so horrible cuz you're just standing listless in the wind while you're wishing you're with them whereever they are, in that fogged up pool or whatever... (half naked men - yummy = P )I haven't missed people in so long, I've gotten somewhat mad and then i just don't care, this whole day long thing just isn't working for me. I want to be able to just kick around my life and jive to my own beat and not give a damn. Quite selfish huh? and people say "hey, grow up, missing people means that you're actually caring about people" and that's great and all but I know i'll still get hurt in the end so... what'll happen then? What do you do when you resort to wearing their clothing cuz it smells like them? and you can't go five minutes without thinking "wherethehellisthiskidwhyaminotwithhimbesidesthefactthathe'snotinthisstate?" yeah. what a pathetic life. I guess its some sort of sign that I've come back to the whole "real world" where you have to hurt to feel ... why is everything so clichey? anyways, all you people who i miss, you know who you are. i love you. all. even those who are still in the same city. i love you too, haha, "merry christmas adam". poor brian. bye bye.
Sometimes there are just times when i'm stuck and i can't move either way cuz i'm "damned if i do and i'm damned if i don't". There's just this feeling of absolute helplessness and at the same time making me want to cry and laugh at the same time. I realize it won't matter later but what if i'm still stuck in this position later. What if ....
There's that old superstition that you make a wish w/ an eyelash and you blow on it and if it's not there then your wish will come true. I was about to do that today just for the heck of it and for the first time i just didn't make a wish. I mean I know that all that crap doesn't work but i've never not done it, its kinda disheartening.
I've decided that independent women in the music industry that are not in the pop section do not get enough credit for the good sounds they make. Ani Difranco : awesome lyricist she plays guitar, bass, and it hink piano too. On her cds she sometimes has herself just reading poetry and its great. Many people don't like her because how the tone of all of her songs are generally nto happy but she is a great singer and i highly recommend her. Check out Not a Pretty Girl and her two new cds. Tori Amos: her voice is very.. ethereal (sp?) she's a great singer, she used to be very famous but now almost everyone i talk to has no idea who she is. I lost her cd and i'm sad. Lisa Loeb: She's known for that one song "You say that I onlyhear what i want to.." she knows how to play guitar, writes her own songs and has a great voice. Her lyrics are somewhat iffy sometimes i think but I like the way she uses her voice and dynamics she's just spiffy. Look for Nine Stories and Firecracker.
Today's theme : CARDS
alright. i admit. i am a little bit crazy over cards. Rat calls me an addict over euchre, erika says i'm her role model for cardplaying and dan thinks i'm a freak cuz i kept asking him for the cards he had over at marty's cuz marty wouldn't get his saying that he burned them all up. ARGH. its a conspiracy i swear. i dunno. i just like euchre. and egyptian rat screw. and speed.... and rummy.. rummy 500. yeah yeah yeah. but euchre is such a great game. i thankfully don't know how to play poker. Cheating is such apart of euchre though. its like inseperable. i used to be like no! i need to be all honest and stuff when playing euchre and so i just didn't cheat .. and then i went along and played for a year and realized that you couldn't have one w/o the other.
A husband is at home watching a football game when his Wife interrupts, "Honey, could you fix the light in the hallway? It's been flickering for weeks now."
He looks at her and says angrily, "Fix the light? Now? Does it look like I have a G.E. logo printed on my forehead? I don't think so."
"Well then, could you fix the fridge door? It won't close properly."
To which he replies, "Fix the fridge door? Does it look like I have a Westinghouse logo printed on my forehead? I don't think so."
"Fine," she says, "Then, would you at least fix the steps to the front door? They're a mess and a real hazard."
"I'm not a damn carpenter and I don't want to fix the steps," he says. "Does it look like I have a Black and Decker logo printed on my forehead? I don't think so." He continued, "In fact, I've had enough of all your Bickering. I'm going to the bar!"
So, the pleasant husband goes to the bar and drinks for a couple hours. Sometime later, he starts to feel guilty about his treatment of his wife, so he decides to return home and help out with the chores.
As he walks into the house, he notices the steps have been repaired. Then, as he enters the house, he notices the hall light is working again. And, to top it off, when he goes to get a beer from the fridge, he notices the fridge door has been fixed.
"Honey, how'd this all get fixed?"
His wife replies, "Well, when you left, I sat outside and cried. Just then, a nice young man asked me what was wrong, and I told him. He offered to do all the repairs, and all I had to do was either have sex with him or bake him a cake."
"So, what kind of cake did you bake him?" asks the husband.
"Hellooooooo!" she replies emphatically, "Do you see a Betty Crocker logo printed on my forehead? I don't think so!"
