Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Before and After

You may recall a sad picture of a dead looking cactus.
You may remember me saying something about going out and getting some gardening supplies.

Well check it OUT:

Look at the cactus! What sad cactus baby?? He's been re potted in real cactus soil even. The orchid? Brand new orchid medium. The rose bush? Got a blossom buster! I'm also growing 2 types of tomato's, a cucumber, and strawberries! Plus my sun flowers got new stick things to help hold them up!Although I may have a green thumb of death and this is really just going to be a survival of the fittest- I can't help but be proud of how super cute my patio looks!

I love having a new hobby!

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

The Fruits of my Labor

Last summer when my momma went up to Michigan for a few months, she left me with her cacti (that sounds so wrong when I read it back for some reason) because they have no business in the North woods. I kept them in an area that got afternoon sun outside. This area also happened to get some rain, but it had to storm really hard for the water to even get over to the plants. They had a pretty good life I would say.

Somehow though these stupid things died. I killed 2 cactus's. In Florida. Plants that require sun, heat, and very little attention. Dead in 6 weeks.

The Christmas Cactus did kinda sorta make, and when I eventually moved to Orlando I brought it with me. Then my doggy grew up and after an innocent puppy phase where everything went into her mouth, she realized she had a real affinity for the tasty treat that is my Christmas Cactus. It was after I finally noticed the plant was 3 inches shorter that it dawned on me who could be gnawing on my cactus; I knew it wasn't me just because it appeared high in sugar and I was on a no sugar/salt kick at the time. Although I couldn't be positive it wasn't boyfriend, I hadn't noticed him sneaking around trying to get at the thing so until I saw different I ruled him out. I finally monitored Peppers patio behaivor a little more closely and saw her creep up to the thing, sort of look around, and then start chewing! After I caught her it's been a little easier to keep the poor plant going.

Although I was positive it was dead, I'm really lazy so I just left it on the windowsill. Momma came to town this weekend and while having a conversation about the baby sunflowers she brought me (knowing I've got the green thumb of death mind you) I went to the cactus, and saw these little sprouts!

IT'S ALIVE!!!!!!

So, I know to keep Pepper from munching on anything else (sad looking orchid, sad looking rose bush, cactus, 2 pots of sad looking baby sunflowers) I need to get tables and get these things off the ground. THEN I saw a commercial for this thing that grows tomato's and strawberry's up in the air. It looks AMAZING and since I can keep a cactus alive, (and because I play a LOT of Farm Town) I have convinced myself that I can actually grow something for human consumption.

Wish me and those who are forced to eat this stuff luck!

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Maybe it's the Head Trauma

I'm applying, or I have applied to community college.
Yes its because I feel like my brain is turning to mush and no I don't want to talk about it.
One semester at this little school can even help me accomplish a few things.

-I need 3 rec letters to apply to UCF's MPA program. Since I tapped out my USF professors, I can use these people to help me.
- Clearly the law school thing isn't exactly working out at the moment and instead of becoming more useless (while writing that book of mine) I'm going to go to VCC and work on my paralegal degree. That way, it's a useful skill in a growing field, its a chance to intern, get a few connections, and work on retaking the lsat. That way I'll know if I really am interested in law before I get 10 Gs in debt.

So lets recap:
Yes. It is community college -shutters-
It is learning so I don't go all soft.
It is gaining letters of recommendation so if by chance I get bored with this I have the resources to apply to UCF's masters program.
It's training in a field that, as of now, seems to be hiring.
It's giving me a little look into law without having to commit to a lot (more) debt.

In other news...
Last night I got hit in the head by over a pound of frozen tilapia.
Imagine this:
I'm squatting down in front of the open fridge, digging through the big bottom drawer that holds everything that doesn't have a home else where. Boyfriend comes up behind me to open the freezer to get out ice, unknowingly releasing a pound of rogue, angry fish. It quickly falls about a foot and a half and cracks me right on the head. So hard my HEAD dented the fish.
It still hurts...

For the last 15 minutes or so I've been contemplating blasting my old fuddy duddy music to drown out lady gaga and the girls down stairs who have been mislead into believing they can sing. It's bad when I have to hear the thump thump thug life crap, but now there is something they want to sing to and I don't know whats worse. Its to the point where I'm looking forward to it getting so hot I can't keep my windows open and thus can't hear their crap. (have I mentioned this is the apartment with the pot smoke, dogs that are always crying for help and that one morning that had about 2 hours of what I think was domestic violence? Yeah, these upstanding citizens again)

Also? The only thing that gets run in this apartment is the TV, a fan at night, lights when its too dark to see otherwise, and the standard stuff that uses energy. Wanna know what my electric bill is WITHOUT the use of AC? 99 bucks. I'm scared to see what May through October is going to bring. Probably a lot of tears and screams of confusion. I didn't think a company could cheat me more than TECO, but here I am. You're on my list OUC...

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

My Demands

So I'm watching Chelsea Lately (I dvr every episode because I just can't make it till 11pm) and she is talking about Rhiana's list of demands when she goes to a concert.

This made me start thinking about the things I would demand if I was able to.

Kettle One
Spring Water (NOT Zephyer Hills or Evian)
Rice Cakes: lightly salted only
Turkey breast meat
weight watchers ice cream treats
An hd tv (no smaller than 26") that comes with a dvd player (blu ray preferred) and every season of sex and the city, the office, and Americas next top model.
A masseuse
I will refuse to preform if I hear music from any era other than the 40's-50's

Of course I have no idea what I am preforming. I'd say stand up, but I only have 6 friends who think I would be good at that, and even then I think they're just humoring me because they know I'm not writing that book. I keep meaning to, but it's been nice out and I just want to read by the pool! Actually this past weekend, stand up got brought up and the reaction of one of my friends was priceless- "Youre funny?"

Guess not.

Anyway, I was looking at the census this morning, only because I got -ANOTHER- annoying letter (probably paid for with my parents tax dollars) reminding me to do it. I need to see where my national and state constitutions say I have to give the federal government my phone number and what my relationship is to person one. I feel I'm being very kind even giving them my sex. For race I put other: AMERICAN. Why they need all of this information on my Hispanic heritage (or lack thereof) is beyond me, but they're not getting it. I don't agree with redistributing the wealth- I don't care how broke I am, how much I've got to stretch to get groceries at wal mart, how bad I want whatever it is I don't really need- I will work for it thank you very much.

The government will get to know how many people live here, that no others are illegally hiding out, and that its rented (why not?). Thats ALL feds.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Needs Vs. Is

What NEEDS to be happening:
Make a precise shopping list
Write for book

What IS happening:
On couch
Deadliest Catch
Looking up recipes (Which is useless because I haven't shopped and thus have no food to prepare)

I just don't feel motivated. On top of this disaster the government has officially created, boyfriend lost a friend over the weekend. I met him, he was sweet and funny. He has a long distance girlfriend and I can't imagine what shes going through. Or his parents. It's terrible. Thats the shitty thing about life; death.
With my headache, the gloom outside, being betrayed by my 'representatives' in government and knowing how sad someone I care about is feeling, I just don't want to do anything today.

I'm going to have to because, well, no one has any clean underwear. Thats pretty important in this house so, gotta do it. Life goes on whether or not we want it to...

Thursday, March 18, 2010


Not only did it break my heart to find out Jesse James is cheating on Sandra Bullock, but the dog farted on the couch and the smell will NOT go away.


Wednesday, March 17, 2010


Today at 10 I'm working out with my personal trainer.
Then at noon I have an appointment with a fabulous hair stylist.

I'm just like a movie star- my only responsibility is lookin good.

Of course thats where the similarities stop, but still, I'm not too old to pretend.

I don't think I'm going to write anything today, I'm not feeling inspired and I don't think I'm going to have a lot of time just because last time I got my hair did, I was in the chair for 4 hours!

Ok, need to get the day moving and get out from under my cozy blankets...

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

A Wee Bit O Humor

So I'm cruising and realize my mood has lifted significantly.
Also? I had pretzels. I rather like pretzels..

Anyway, I found this particularly funny, enjoy!

Shut It

'Hey Megan, hows that book coming along?' (snickers)
'Shut it!' (I'm writing a tell-all chapter dedicated to you)

Thats actually a fake conversation to highlight the fact that although the last entry was filled with all kinds of positive thoughts and motivation, the reality is a lot less sparkly. It's come to my attention that I am out of the loop in my own life. Yeah yeah, suck it up, press on, try out the book thing, ect ect. But I mean, from the turn downs to 'actually my next move is going to be a house', I feel like I'm trying to move forward but I'm on a treadmill.

I'm frustrated... Here's why:
Let me paint you a picture

You're in my living room. You see what was a cream colored couch, a little hairy from the dog, and covered in a brown blanked to cover stains from sloppy friends. You see 3 more blankets because I like soft things and love to be warm. The living room isn't really remarkable, theres an over flowing basket of dog toys in the corner, on the wall next to that a crappy black dvd holder that leans to the left. In the center wall is a built in thing that houses the big tv, and under that where speakers for the sound system the builders assume you have should be, is a pile of electronics; a wii, an x box, a router, a dvd player, and cable box under one, and the second houses a computer (seriously). Theres a a brown table in the center of the L shaped couch. It cost far more than it was actually worth and from a few years of hot food and spilled drinks the paint has chipped off, revealing the lighter wood below. Under the table is a bin the holds game controllers, head sets and next to that, just a bunch of other random stuff that really doesn't belong there, but doesn't really have a home otherwise.

Wrapped in 2 of the 3 aforementioned blankets is a blonde. She sits in 'her spot' on the couch, staring rather lifelessly at the tv. She's grown to enjoy day time TV, even watching the 'reality' shows for research- research for what she really has no idea, in all reality she just tells herself that because she doesn't want to admit she actually enjoys some of the terrible shows that she watches. She switches channels after the news, digging through useless sports channels looking for something entertaining. Finding 'The Bad Girls Club' she stops and watches. She looks confused; out of the many terrible shows she seen, she can't begin to understand several things- 1) why these people are on tv 2) who would even want to be on such a show and 3) what is the over all point of this show?

Intrigued, she watches on, feeling a little dirty for doing so.

This is how she will spend her morning. She may go to the gym in an hour, she may decide to go when she knows shes going to be most hungry. If its sunny she'll grab a book, make a little drink and lay by the pool, enjoying the sound of the fountain in the pond that is unusually close to the pool. Normally she wears a yellow bikini with an anchor on it, it reminds her of USF and Tampa. Later, she'll play with the dog, make dinner, watch Glenn Beck.

She's full of want; want to learn, want to win, want to write, want to be successful, want to be happy. Shes like so many of us; untapped potential, hindered by confusion and the heavy burden of carrying one too many failures, rejections. She wants to be a more productive member of society, but slinging burgers or working miserable retail hours do nothing for her. Shes fortunate; shes in a position where she doesn't NEED to work. It would be nice for a lot of people if she had the income, but shes blessed to be able to take time to figure things out. She has an idea, but not really sure what to do with it. Things that seemed rational and realistic to her collapsed, why now would she take a risk on something as silly as trying to write a book? What would she write about? Who would even care about her story? She knows she's not remarkable, hell, she didn't even graduate college cum laude but still, she feels potential.

Thats why I'm frustrated. I'm her. Sometimes I imagine what me from 2 years ago would say to me today. I don't know what to do. I'm honestly tired of being kicked in the teeth by life but I mean, I want to be a professional. I want to be a successful woman, clawing her way up the fortune 500 list, being able to travel, enjoy the fruits of the world, give more than sweat and love to organizations I care about, to get out debt. I can't stop working toward the life I want, but... when I'm scared to try, even confused about what to try- where do I go from here?

Friday, March 12, 2010

Plan B

Today is a confusing day. On the one hand it's the day I get rejected from one of the worst law schools in the country, thus making it a sad day. On the other, as a friend said,'tomorrow you start the rest of your life'.

I've decided I'm going to take what I've been coming up with here and parlay it into a book. I don't know know yet if it's going to be a book of essays or a recap of the last 4 years with a humorous/ motivational undertone, but I do know that -total lack of writing ability aside- I am going to actually follow through with plan B. I'm going to come up with 70 thousand words, edit, and then edit again, and then shop for an agent the correct way. Like applying for jobs I'm going to get to around 50 (or 100) agent queries before I consider something else, but either way, I will complete this project.

I'm opening up my celebration champagne.
I didn't just get rejected from law school, I've been given the opportunity to try something else.

See you at Barns and Nobel.

I'm Collecting Wood

Because if the pond gets any closer to my building I'm going to need an ark. However, I don't know how successful I'm going to be in collecting 2 of every animal since the only animals I can find are stray cats. Which, if you were wondering, no, boyfriend will not let me start taking them in and loving them.

Theres this big white male cat that harasses another cat that, although he has 'owners', needs to be rescued to. Poorly treated animals break my heart... I want both these kitties vury bad...

Speaking of breaking my heart, the other thing burning a whole through my icy innards would be the wait for FAMU to send me a letter. I just want to point out that I live in the same city where they will be mailing such a letter from. It would take no more than a few hours to get to me- if ONLY they would bother to send something!

A reliable (and blonde!) source who attends the school told me it took a month for her acceptance letter. Therein lies the real problem: in my little brain I like to imagine that it's taking so long to get to me because I too will be getting an acceptance letter. Although there is a saying 'Prepare for the worst but hope for the best', I just cant do that. I'm either hoping or preparing!

For fun I'm hoping. I read about 32 pages of that book "The Secret" and remember something about my body being a giant radio transmitter and if I'm not careful I'll be putting out, or getting back 'bad' signals. Something weird like that. In the spirit of avoiding bad signals I'm all smiles here.

Besides, on dark, rainy days like this I get to pretend I'm in Forks and in a few minutes Edward is going to be creeping in through my 3rd story window and we're gonna go romp around in the dark, wet woods. YES a Twilight reference by a college educated 22 year old. I win.

Stay dry friends.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

The Waiting Game

I hate waiting.
I have always been a fan of getting things done. Knowing answers. Making things happen. I am impatient; I was always that student in college that would get an assignment, and do it- early. I just feel that to be efficient in this world, one must take care of things in a timely manner.

FAMU on the other hand must have a different philosophy. And it's making me crazy.

See, knowing their decision is a big deal; it decides a lot in terms of my next move for the future and that is something I'd like to know about sooner rather than later.

Last Friday (3/5) they made up their mind. As I check the mail (twice daily in case I checked it too early or you know... possibly missed the BIG envelope I'm hoping to get) and don't get anything but ads for Bed, Bath, and Beyond (super cute lamps though!) I start to wonder whats taking so long....

A) Its the admission packet! It's big, but because of budget cuts they couldn't afford faster shipping so it has to take its sweet time getting here.
B) Its the admission packet! It's so full of information that it takes a week to even put together!
C) Its the rejection letter! They aren't wasting good money on good postage for loser rejects like me and since it's just a rejection letter it's not like they're going to over night it so.... it's just laying around until they feel like getting it out.

I'm torn between being hopeful and excited (option B) and preparing myself for the worst (option C)

This is annoying.
Really annoying.

I keep trying to busy myself with little tasks and I even bought the new Chelsea Handler book. I (hopefully boyfriend isn't reading because I'm not supposed to talk about this) debugged the carpet (fleas) and got the dog all spiffed up and bug free. We're just very proud people and that our beautiful child (dog) got lice (fleas) is just a bit embarrassing and we don't want people 1) thinking we're not fit parents (of a dog) 2) that our home is gross (my carpet is so clean I see my reflection in it- seriously) 3) that our baby is gross and your baby will get bugs from her (not a chance).

I'm proud to pat myself on the back and say job well done because I kicked some flea ass baby. Kicked it!

Honestly that's been the highlight lately and nothing of any real interest has been happening. I'm waiting on a bikini for MsFlaUsa press day and I'm honestly feeling like its slipped into a black hole and I'm never going to see it. I'm still on the quest for an interview outfit but as I have a horrible time making choices, all I can say is that I'm VERY happy I decided to start looking now. I really want to get my headshots done but I need to get my hair done first but that is NOT happening this month unless I find that pile of money I'm always hoping to come across. Maybe pretty pictures will come in April!

Thats all I got for now America. What do you think? Want to play an over/under game on when the FAMU you letter will come? I still say before Friday. You say after. 5 bucks to the winner!

Monday, March 8, 2010

Oh The Glamor

- An Oscars Review

Oh was it ever a night of... well who am I kidding, I've seen better Oscar years. Non-the-less I watched it (from my DVR, but we'll get to that later) and found a few enjoyable parts. First, my fashion thoughts.

I'm not reviewing guys. Everyone looks like they're in matching Penguin Suits and other than noticing Robert Downey Jrs bow tie, everyone looked the SAME (yawn).


Pretty! I DESPISE her so its a big deal for me to admit she looked soft and age appropriate. Although I question what on Earth she was doing there, her gown didn't have the prom feel and the the top of the gown added some style and a little age.

Amanda Seyfried/ Sayfrid/ Sayfred:
(Whatever) My LOVE from Mama Mia did wrong tonight. I love the pale thing, as a bleach white blonde myself I respect the pale ok? But wearing a dress as white as you? No Bueno. Thumbs down.

Zoe Saldana/ Saldanna .... something. (Avatar Chick!)
Love it! I think shes a little too thin, and the top of her gown, although beautiful, highlighted the fact she had no ta tas and made her look ever smaller. But FINALLY someone with some sparkle! Come on HOLLYWOOD- lets get the glamor back please! Oh the color, the ombre (yeah look at me and style knowledge!) the poofy colorful things at the bottom- I don't think the dress was a mash-up, I think everything belnded into something that screamed style and MOVIE STAR. Good for her.

Penelope Cruz:
Bored with it. Seen it. Nice color though.

Anna Kendrick:
PERFECT. (although- needs more sparkle) She glowed- pale skin with a COLOR on it, the beautiful blush pink, cut of the fabric- everything made a statement and I hope she has a great career ahead of her. I just want to point out, if anyone watches Twilight like I do- you will recall the motorcycle scene in New Moon. Kendrick STOLE the show from douty Kristen Stweart. I would argue that every scene where she and Kristen were together, she OWNED it. Shes amazing. Keep up the fashionable work!

Kristen Stewart:
Eh. Alright, she didn't wear converses so that was a big deal. She wore a dark color and an ever darker look on her face for having the daunting task of showing up somewhere wearing more than a dirty t shirt, and having to speak 3 lines with the B E A U T I F U L Taylor Lautner. Although she has looked worse, I thought the dress was plain and her personality, which, although it's not like I know her or anything, looked just as unappealing.

Sarah Jessica Parker:
Oh hate on Perez ( but that Chanel dress divine. It had DRAMA, it screamed S T A R, it was from Chanel so- bow down and SHUT IT. Although I couldn't place my finger on the color and I'm not positive that I loved it, what she was getting across with that gown definitely spoke volumes. Fantastic!

Elizabeth Banks:
You had to have looked quick to find her, but when she presented for some obscure digital editing award she blew me way. Not only is she funny and seems like that type of person that if you met them in person, they would be really funny and you'd want to be their friend. It was this steely gray color and there was this beautiful headband in her hair that added this great sparkle. I think she should have gotten more red carpet attention

Vera Farmiga (Up in the Air)
It was that fushia gown with the huge ruffle snaking around her body. I'm going to give it to her; although I wanted more blush on her cheeks, the lip stick and hair pulled up made sure that attention was on the gown and she worked to not be 'too busy'. She took a risk, wore a bold color, and I have to say I don't hate it. Its taken me a few looks to figure it out, but she brought in the drama that has really been lacking on the carpet and the edgy-ness really fit her personality (that I saw from her interviews. I love pretending that I know these people lol)

Why was Demi moore here? Am I the only one who is just unimpressed by her?
Probably. But whatever. As far as I'm concerned at that age you gain weight dammit, stop looking better than my 22 year old arse! Honestly? Its just frustrating.

J Lo:
Finally, a shot out to someone who dressed for their body. She has lovely curves, and said 'to hell with it' and highlighted them! Good for you and don't change thing!

Favorite Parts:
*Ben Stiller dressed as a Navi from Avatar. His tail went out of control. He had fantastic awkward pauses and showed ehy he will ALWAYS be superior to Sandler. Boo Yeah.

*Neil Patrick Harris: He's just a big ball of talent and I would watch him make a sandwich.

*The paranormal clip with Martin and Baldwin: Fantastic. I love comedians who will go the distance for a laugh. I respect that so much as I long to be that kind of funny.

*Kristen and Taylor presenting-shes. Shes just so terrible. 'Well thats her personality' Yeah but come ON. She could at least try. The creepy cough? The inability to EVER smile. Just... ugh. May I just voice for a moment how angry it makes me that people get all the fame, money, and opportunities in the world and just seem pissed about it. I would really give just about anything to act, to sing or dance, or possess a talent that makes others smile, to have the chance to entertain the masses, just ugh. Ugh Ugh Ugh...

*The sound editing clip with Morgan Freeman. 'Yeah yeah. Its me. I'm in the audience as a nominee and narrating this clip. Amazing. You'd think I get a night to relax. Anyway." He really is the best of the best.

*I saw back fat on Cameron diaz! Ha! Take that. Also more basis for my argument against strapless gowns. They just don't do anything for 86% of the population.

* I really wish Clooney looked more happy to be there. He just looked pissed all night.

*Of course the show ran long and I can't watch things with out them having been DVRed first so- I didn't get to see the best picture win,since my DVR can't seen to adapt and actually record the program and not what happens to be on in the time slot (grrrr) and I am happy about Hurt Locker; I'm AMAZED Hollywood would recognize something Iraq war oriented and hope it brings the attention to our troops that they deserve.

*Over all complaint- what was up with the creepy, poorly timed, and awkward crowd shots? It did nothing for the overall feel of the show. It just showed how annoyed everyone was to be there which made me ask 'why am I watching this?'

Ok America! Here is your Official Review of all things significant about the 2010 Academy Awards. Hope you enjoyed it!

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Gonna Vomit

As of 3/5 FAMU has made a decision- of course they won't tell me, I have to wait for the mail. I'm going to be pretty crushed if I don't get in- I'm just going to say that now.

So now as my stomach jumps all over and I feel like I'm about the lose my chips and salsa projectile style I'll go check the mail. After all we still have Saturday delivery!

Thursday, March 4, 2010

I knew something annoying was bound to happen today

So I decided that because it was too cold to lay out (blinding sun aside) I would go to the gym to get my mind off my afternoon munchies (for whatever the reason I could eat my body weight between the hours of 12 and 4pm).

Usually there is always someone or a group of people in the pool doing something that bothers me (it doesn't take much lol) and today there was NOOOOOO one in there so yay I thought.

So I'm roughly 5 minutes into my thing when this guy walks in. My first thought is "dear god not the lane next to mine" and luckily he went the next one over. This however made little difference once splash-zilla got in the pool.

First though let me describe this mess: He walks up in the smallest blue banana hammock I've even seen, and unfortunately I didn't notice him at first, I only saw him first when he was facing backward where I was visually assaulted with major crack.
Now, I'm not one to really judge (lol) others but... I'm about to. So from the back you could tell this guy was a little bigger, but really he seemed like an average guy. When he turned to the side though I swear he looked like he was 7 months along with twins. He wasn't fat anywhere else than this massive stomach.

So blue banana hammock sets down his flippers, water bottle, kick board and kicks off his water shoes. Once the lap I was on had me get closer to him, I noticed this tattoo. It was the Olympic rings with a Bald Eagle sort of clawing at it from above. IF this guy was ever a past Olympian- it was PAST. I don't know his relationship to the Olympics, but I do know that if he happened to ever be part of it, he was not a swimmer.

He may have been part of the 'splash' competition though.

This guy could not do anything but get me all wet and annoyed. No matter what he did, he splashed. It was like he was in the middle of his own personal challenge where he tried to see how much water he could get out of the pool or onto me every minute. It was so bad the only thoughts going through my head were 'can I bludgeon someone with a fun noodle and will it make any difference with someone who is clearly this dense?'

To top off this swimming disaster, about 3 minutes before I was due to get out (yes I was staring at the clock to distract me from my violent fun noodle thoughts) this brunette saunters in in a very skimpy bikini and two of her own (very well inflated) personal flotation devices. I couldn't help but stare for a minute and I noticed her um... eyeballing the pregnant man Mr Hammock. In only a way that makes sense in my little head, fun bags and preggo were totally meant for each other. Between the two of them no one was safe in the pool and the splashing and flirting between them got to a point that the old men in the 'loafers lane' were so turned off they went back to the sauna.

I took that as my cue, scampered back to the locker room and high tailed it out of there before I threw up or saw how many fun noodles were needed to take out a rather rotund Olympic hopeful.

I'm going to let the pool get a few more doses of chlorine before I jump back in there...

This isn't a good sign

I'm about to watch Maury.
btw? Its an episode with 12 'women' and the audience is guessing if they were born a man or woman. I'm not very good at this game, but I'm ok with it.

Ive also realized that my laziness has moved to a totally new level where I'm too.... something -busy (doing what I don't know), bored, eating, making the dog shake hands over and over because its funny and she slaps kinda hard- to even blog.

How can I document the fear, anxiety, excitement, joy, anger and confusion of applying to countless jobs and waiting for schools (I'm looking at you FAMU- tick tock people) to get back to me if I can't even move my fingers across a key board?

So, this is my obligatory blog update. I desperately wish I had something mildly entertaining to write about about, and although I could go into detail about the crazy ass cat fight this morning (7 am to 8:45am exactly) where one crazy sounded like the hulk on pcp, I'll save that for tonight!

Monday, March 1, 2010


I'm so sorry for the loss of a loved, this message is for my dear friend:

Sometime in our lives we all have pain
We all have sorrow
But if we are wise we know that there's
Always tomorrow

Lean on me when you're not strong and
I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on
For it won't be long till I'm gonna need
Somebody to lean on

Please swallow your pride if I have things
You need to borrow
For no one can fill those of your needs
that you won't let show

Just call on me brother when you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean on
I just might have a problem that you'd understand
We all need somebody to lean on

Lean on me when you're not strong
And I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on
For it won't be long till 'm gonna need
Somebody to lean on

Just call on me brother when you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean on
I just might have a problem that you'd understand
We all need somebody to lean on

If there is a load you have to bear
That you can't carry
I'm right up the road, I'll share your load
if you just call me

Just call me when you need a friend
Just call me when you need a friend...


Why do I get mad at prices for patio furniture (specifically a cute bistro table and matching chairs) when the only place I look is PIER ONE IMPORTS??

Did you know Obama smokes?

Why is it STILL so cold? (if I was still in college I would be pissed: I get the feeling spring break is next week, or very soon)