Lopping my hand off...

Joshy's Computer hates me.

2009-12-16T12:18:42Z

But that's cool, because he doesn't.

I -thought- about going back and reading all of the journal entries that I've missed... But then I realized how lazy I am and how much that would interrupt me watching House. I'm going to assume that no one died, because all of you have entries posted on the first page of my friends thingie.

I had something semi important to say when I got on here, and then I forgot it.
So. Merry Holiday Nonsense in case I don't get on here again before then.

Aiee.

2009-12-11T13:28:38Z

It's been, like, forever since I updated (or got on my own computer, for that matter.) . Lately, all I've been online for is to check my bank account and pay bills.
Since my last update, I've gained a ferret (I don't think I've updated since I got Babbit, but I could be wrong.) and a Bearded Dragon (Todd was my Christmas present from Joshy.), lost six frogs, a tetra, and a beta, and gained a male and female beta. Once I obtain a bird (I'm thinking finch or parakeet, unless someone happens to have a parrot they'd like to give me.) my zoo will be complete. I'm not allowed a bird until we get a house house, that way it can be put as far from Joshy as possible.
Joshy now has a 37" HD tv for the gameroom, while the livingroom is stuck with a 25" P.O.S. His Christmas present, so whatever.

I've burnt the hell out of my arm. *pokes it* Apparently, skin should never, ever, ever meet with a metal pan that's just spent 20 minutes in a 400 degree oven.
Scott maintains that we should amputate.

Work's gotten a bit better. Willis has been closing, so my non existant balls haven't been busted over stupid shit in about a week.

Uhh... Discovered I suck at the drums (Rockband 2). 'M getting better at the guitar (been playing on hard.) .

That's... about my life in a nutshell right now.

Oh, and it's really fucking cold outside.

Sex changes and stoof

2009-11-08T15:15:45Z

So. Mitch, our dairy guy, made the announcement that he's planning on getting a sex change and moving to California where people will be more accepting of his ways. He's also going to move to Texas and Atlanta, while a chick from someplace out west is supposed to be moving here to live with him, this summer he's supposed to go bring some chick from New York back to live with him, and he's supposed to go to England at some point to meet his boyfriend in person for the first time.
The unanimous opinion (apparently I'm supposed to brainificate while I'm writing, thinkify while I'm typing, and last of all don't be dumbah. I loves my Joshy and his attempts to make me laugh too hard to type.) is that the sex change is far more likely than any of the other stuff that he claims he's going to do. There's a bet going on if he'll make a better looking chick than he does a guy. My money's on yes.

Work's still being a whore (manager wise), but I told myself I'd stop bitching about that.

Scott's going to sell me his 20 gallon aquarium, complete with stand, gravel, filter, and hood, for $25. The only thing wrong with it is his rat chewed through the light cord, so I'll have to get Daddy to splice a new plug on it.
I've not decided if I want to leave my froggies in the 10 gallon tank by themselves, or move them into the 20 gallon one with everyone else and use my 10 gallon for a lizzard or something. Or maybe a pair of fiddler crabs because they creep Joshy out.

Lessee.... I think that's everything of interest.
Woot.

5 seconds!

Squirrel!

2009-10-28T16:12:07Z

So I get my first pap smear Monday. Joy.
Apparently, if you have insurance that the health department doesn't take, they refuse to give you an appointment, even if you can pay it all (and have once before, when you didn't have insurance). So I have to go to a regular doctor (thankfully Janice is still at the office in W'bury, so I don't have to go to a complete stranger.) and be out a couple of hundred dollars because Kroger insurance blows (as opposed to the $50 or so I would have been out at the health department.).'

On a less prodding note...
I finished Evil for Evil yesterday (finally)... I like the story, but I dislike the writer's style (I forget his name, and I'm too lazy to go get the book to find out). I'ma finish out the trilogy, and then I get to read the last book in The Looking Glass Wars trilogy. And then... I dunno.

I have the back of my jacket, and about half of the right front done. Just the left front, two sleeves, half of the right front, and lengthening to go, then it'll be done.

Tuesday, if I'm off (and most likely if I'm not), Joshy and I are gonna go see Saw VI. Woot for blood and gore.

Tomorrow, I'm stuck shopping with my mother and Aunt Barbara. At least I get $40 from Joshy to spend at Hancock.

Life, in general, is grand.

Observations.

2009-10-22T14:42:01Z

The noises Joshy makes while cleaning out his ash pot (most people have an ashtray, but since he smokes outside, it's an ash pot.) are really close to the sound of someone getting murdered. T'is funny. Though, I can sympathize, given that I just cleaned out my frog tank cleaned, and it was really over due. The smell was horrible. ^^;

The term "peon" sounds just like "pee on," which is fitting, seeing as a peon is someone that you can pee on and no one would care (except for the peon).

That last sentece is really funny if you say it out loud (especially if you've been up for twelve hours.).

Josh is going to get his nipple bit, hard, if he doesn't stop sticking his tongue out at me every time I look away.

Umm... That's about it.

I think I'm going to get a bigger fish tank, leave my frogs in the small one, and then buy tetras and more plants and bigger fishtank sculpture thingies.

I be still alive.

2009-10-21T15:37:16Z

I now have four African Dwarf Frogs... There's Ba'al, and Ba'al, and Ba'al, and Apophis, and I also have a Beta named Anubis.
Way, way too much SG1 for me.

Our store manager seems to have the goal of running off all of the good employees before he retires, leaving whoever his successor is with all the crappy ones. He'll be gone in February, though, so I just have to hold out that long.

Umm...
Josh and I are still doing fantastic, as a couple... He's been sick lately, but so has pretty well everyone else. Stupid cold weather.

We have Little Big Planet, now. I don't know what to think, other than it's cute.

I have new cotton yarn, new sewing machine needles, and a discount card to Hancock Fabrics. Go me.

That's about my life right now.

Frogs, frogs everywhere.

2009-10-11T21:49:10Z

I now have two African Dwarf frogs. Their names are Ba'al and Apophis. Because someone has watched a tiny bit too much Stargate for her own good.
I plan on buying a Beta and naming him Anubis.

Lu---I have a copy of AFI: Crash Love Deluxe Edition burned for you. When we get around to walking to the post office on lunch, it and your present will be on its way. :3

Umm.... Work's mellowed out. It may be because I no longer care. I 'unno.

My cats have decided that they don't know what a litter box is. They are now Josh's cats.

Josh is fantasmic.

That's about it.

It's a screwbar!

2009-09-12T15:30:26Z

Firstly, Wicked was fucking amazing... You were right, Jess, Defying Gravity was by far the best scene, unless you want to count the curtain rising and the dragon lighting up and coming to life at the beginning; that was pretty bad ass.

Homecoming is fun to watch, at least. Josh stole it from me, and I haven't gotten a chance to play it myself. He's in the prison; I'm still in the hotel. On the bright side----he just got out of the prison and is in a church----I'll get to watch him play so I know what to do when he's done.

Managed to piss my boss off twice this week.... Played hookey Wednesday night, and then this morning I apparently was being subordinant. At 8:27, when I was cleaning up to go home, she looked at me and told me to start in on the desert rack.
"Actually, it's almost 8:30. I'm getting ready to go home."
"That clock's fast, and you have 'til 8:37 to clock out without being late."
"And I clock in at 11:57," replies I.
"That's your choice."
"Given that my schedual says 12 to 8:30, staying after is likewise my choice." And then I took my knife and went to the back to wash. That chore accomplished, I returned to clean the prep table.
While scrubbing Deb;s mess from the table, my glorious boss takes the rack in question and shoves it 'til it's thisfaraway from me. I look at her and tell her that she'd better be glad she didn't hit me at it. She takes up a post at the donut-case entrance to the bakery ( because there's not two other ways out of the deli-bakery, not at all), arms crossed, and says "You've done everything but what I've asked you. That's insubordination."
"I've been doing the stuff that needs to be done before I leave. MAYBE I'd be more inclined to stay 'til 8:37 if you didn't bitch every time I stayed over to help you."
"Well that's staying over, not staying until you're actually over."
"According to my schedual, anything after 8:30 is over, and you've began your bitching BEFORE 8:30 before."
Silence from her.
I take my bowl of sanitizer to the sink and empty it out. While I'm gathering my trash to leave, she makes a final jab:
"I don't see why you can't get everything done when both of your are working down here."
"It coudln't have anything to do with Deb taking an hour lunch, could it?" (our lunches are only supposed to be thirty minutes.)
And then I left.

She works my shift tonight. I can't wait. XD
I also can't wait to see what my days off are gonna look like next week.
I hope she pulls me up to the office in the morning.

Josh and I are still doing great... Money's still a little tight, but after next week we should be good.

My very own happy ending.

2009-08-31T17:24:14Z

It's been over a week since Josh and I got our own place. I need to rearrange my closets (I just threw the stuff that I didn't originally need in the closest available closet... There's absolutely no order to them.) and my kitchen (I just dislike where I have everything), and then we'll be done with the unpacking. Over a week, and I'm still not irritated in the least with him. It still feels completely natural to be living with him.
I love it.
I have a kitten in my lap (well... half on my lap, since my laptop's occupying most of my lap space.) , my 1-year-old upstairs in bed with my wonderfully amazing stockboy, and we both have well paying jobs.
Life's perfect.

I have Silent Hill: Homecoming upstairs, waiting for night to fall so I can play it as it was meant to be played: In pitch dark for the creepiness to be fully appriciated. Rock Band 2 sits upstairs waiting for Joshy to be enough asleep that my playing won't wake him up.

The only thing that blows is the fact that my washing machine is broken. A mechanic's supposed to come out tomorrow morning to fix it.

Everything's good to go. I should have time to start checking this thing again (if anything happened that I NEED to know about, message me. I'm too lazy to go back and read all of the entries that I've missed.), as well as take up pen and crochet hook again, now.

Should any of you wish to reach me on the PSN, my username's Penguinnoodles .

Moved!

2009-08-25T08:06:29Z

I've been living with Josh for 3 days, now, and I must say... It's amazering.
Typically, three days constant contact (we even work together, so work's not even a reprieve. ) with someone is more than enough to make me want to slit their throats, but with Josh it feels all normal and right and isn't in the least irritating. Of course, as he said, it's only been three days. I still have time to beat Dust to the throat slitting (she's already put a nasty scratch on his side. Good kitty.) .
I still have a few things to pick up at Northfield (food in the fridge, chair, easel, painting, cleaning supplies) and I still have to finish cleaning (kitchen and vacuuming I think is all I have left. And taking out one more bag of trash). I was going to do everything but the vacuuming today, after I dropped Josh off at work, and then stop by to vacuum after I pick him up, but I decided against it. Not only was he two hours late to work (his alarm didn't go off, and I didn't think to set mine as a backup.), but we've still got a shit ton to do here. Since I'm by myself for another... four hours, I figured I'd knock the rest of my stuff out, as well as what I can of his stuff.

Putting a guy's underwear in a dresser feels weird... Really, really weird. At least some of his boxers are amusing.

I have a very important date...

2009-08-17T18:23:09Z

Actually... I have several... In four more days, I'll be living with the most amazing guy I've ever met (we signed the lease today and spent over $700 on a new washer and dryer set.). In 15 days and.... 6 hours and 15 minutes, I'll be watching Wicked at TPAC. March 5th of next year, I'll be sitting in the theaters watching The Mad Hatter and the Cheshire Cat.... And the Caterpillar. I finally got to see the trailer for Alice, and it makes me incredibly happy.
As does the autobiography of Death that I'm reading... Which, Lu, you need to read as well. When my computer gets around to letting me finish your gift, I'll send Death: A Life with it for you to borrow.

I had another reason for posting, but I forget what it was...
Jess--I'll have a PS3 in four days. I dunno how long it'll be before Josh and I get a bluetooth for it, but we will. I must needs your username thingie so we can play RE together... And I've told him how awesome you are at MK, so he wants to challenge you.

That's... All I can think of at the moment... Back to vacuuming my furniture.

First born...

2009-08-11T16:46:22Z

So... Josh and I had our first kid, together, yesterday. She's a gorgeous, 3 month old, long haired calico named Precious. She was also unplanned. We ventured into Petsmart to price litterboxes. While I was doing that, Josh went over to play with the cats. Boxes priced, I picked up some catfood and wandered over to get him. He was in the process of having his hand chewed off through the cage door when I found him. We both fell for the cute don't-leave-me-here look she gave us, picked Dust up two new toys as a bribe, forked over some cash, and proceeded to piss Josh's step daughter.

Precious seems to have adjusted pretty well... She's playing, and sort of comes when I call her (she gets scared when she's about a foot away and darts in the opposite direction.)... Dust... Can't make up her mind if she wants to play with her new sister or eat her eyes.

Precious hasn't made any noise since she's been here. Dust, on the other hand, has bitched about it several times. To my knowledge, they haven't fought. My hands have been mauled by both of them.

Dancing in the silence of a darkened room.

2009-08-05T13:01:47Z

Josh and I got accepted into Ashwood Cove! Two bedroom townhouse at $775 a month; we'll both be saving $100 a month. Our move in date's scheduled for August 21st... I already have everything I can packed and stacked up in my dining room.

We went up to Mom's on Monday, so Daddy could talk to Josh. He was really cool about it, and even pulled me aside to tell me that he approved of the stockboy. He also told us that if we got married before a year, he'd skin us alive. ^^

In the meantime, I have Stargate. It's fantastic.

Couldn't be happier.

2009-07-31T15:16:39Z

So. Josh and I are moving in together. I'm hoping that we get accepted by Ashwood Cove, since that's the most gorgeous of the places we looked at. If they accept, we'll be moving in the middle of August. If not, we'll be going to the Summit (most likely) and I have to be out of here by the end of September.
When I asked him what his uncle's advice on us moving in was, he said he was instructed to call his grandmother, who told him to let the past go (he's had some really shitty experiences with chicks) and follow his heart. So I asked him what his heart said, to which he replied "It says yes, because I think you're The One... However, I have my inner retard going 'You're just gonna get boned again, idiot!'" (Christopher Titus reference. Josh can mimic the retard-voice perfectly. <3 ) Then he started listing off all the things that happened with his last not-relationship. I pointed out that I wasn't her, and he agreed and then said he was going to take his grandmother's advice and move in.
Wee, moving up to the suicide phase of the relationship... I hope this makes the relationship instead of breaking it.

Tomorrow, we're going with Uncle Mike to pick up EJ at his Uncle John's house. While there, I'll get to meet his mother, sister, and stepdad. And pretend that I like sphegetti. The people meeting I'm looking forward to. The food, I'm not.

My boss is now on vacation. 9 days of me not having to see her. Woot.

[Insert random song/movie lyrics here]

2009-07-23T16:58:54Z

So, when I moved here, I had this wonderful little budget thing planned out, that way I could afford to live by myself and still have enough extra to save up for all of those really big, expensive trips I want to take (~~London, Paris, New York~~.... Getting to jump off really, really tall things with the hopes that the bungee doesn't snap, the parachute doesn't decide not to to deploy, etc., going down an angry-looking river with a raft and hoping it doesn't tip, and going on as many potentially deadly rides as I can before I get on the one that malfunctions....) . Sometime during the past... 3 months, I think, that budget has vanished. Today, not only did I deposite two checks (never made it to the bank last week.) , but I had to get my cash store out and deposite that $300, as well. Bringing my bank balance up to... $1,127 and some change. I have a $109 balance on my Victoria's Secret Angel card that needs to be paid, as well as a $300+ balance on my US Bank credit card, and a $79 electric bill to pay. My rent's also growing closer, as is the end of this lease. With the end of this lease will also come the multiple deposites required to obtain a new, boyfriend friendly, place.
I think my first 4 months in the new place are going to be on my own (he's THINKING about moving in when I move, but we were talking about it yesterday, and he said that he's had the 1 year thing set since he can remember... He also said he was going to run the idea by his uncle and see what he says.). Which means paying conciderably more on rent than I am now. Which means... New budget, damnit.

Tuesday, Josh and I are going apartment hunting. I think my absolute limit is going to be $700/month, though I'd rather not go past $600/month. I make nearly $370 a week, so the $700 will still be less than two week's pay (not much, but a little.) and that I can tolerate.
For now until I have a roommate, I'm not going to spend more than $70 a week, excluding bills. That'll give me $300 a week to build my bank account back up to a solid 4-digits. *Nods*

I'm staying away from TPAC's website and Amazon. That way I won't be tempted.

Bought Coraline today. Was pretty good, I think. I was putting Josh's Six Flags pictures in their frames and cooking while watching it, so it didn't receive my undivided attention.
I also bought a new DVD player, because my computer's started skipping horribly. Now I can watch movies and piss around on the internet at the same time, again. Yay.

Look at this photograph. Every time I do it makes me laugh.

2009-07-22T19:51:18Z

Six Flags pictures (some of them), because Josh's sister wanted to see them, can be found here .

They're the size my camera makes them, since I don't have anything to resize them with, yet. I'm HOPING that I have Adobe on my mom's computer, that way I can get my illegalness again (Douchey McDouche has my disc with the hack on it.).

I'ma go watch Stargate, now.

Much More Better.

2009-07-21T15:03:28Z

Sunday, EJ, Josh, and I ventured to Louisville, Kentucky to see Jeff Dunham's Spark Of Insanity, live (an event I paid $127.50 for us to go see.). Upon arriving at the parking area for Freedom Hall, I glance over and see roller coasters. After paying for our parking, we drive into the ginormous parking lot and I see a sign proclaiming that Six Flags was amung one of the things that the parking area served for. My words upon this discovery were "Really? So close... Damn." The boys ask what I'm talking about, so I tell them how close to Six Flags we are. While I'm petting the roller coasters through my window, Josh asks if I'd ever been. I say no.
We decide that, since we're two hours early, and the park supposedly closes at 10, we'd go ride a ride, go see the show, and them come back. So we buy our tickets. While standing in the hour-and-a-half line, someone behind us mentions that the park closes at eight, because it's Sunday. Thus ensues the debate of whether we REALLY want to go see something that's just as good on DVD, or if we want to see if Sunday would be the day that we got to die on an amusement park ride. Death won out, after I assured them that I paid for the tirckets so long ago that it was like the money didn't even exist in the first place, to me. "Tell us what it's like to be rich, "they demand. So I come up with some bullshit story about having a castle over in England and how I only live in the Boro for shits and giggles.
After our first ride, we decide that if we don't want to spend our remaining four hours in line, we should obtain Flash Passes, which were $10 a piece. So we did.
T'was incredibly fun. I got my picture taken with Bugs Bunny, Porky and Petunia Pigs, and some random park worker that was telling EJ how he wanted to be one of the dudes in costumes so he could have chicks running up to him to get their pictures taken while Josh and I were getting the Flash Passes. I gave EJ my camera and took a picture with the park dude, thus making his day.
We also paid to get taken really, really high up in the air, suspended by a wire hooked to harnesses, and then dropped with the hope that the wire doesn't break (Sky Coaster, I believe it was called.) . Was fun as fuck. EJ screamed like a little bitch and cut the circulation off in my arm because he was clinging so tight, I screamed and then went off into a fit of laughter that lasted until they brought us down (after EJ stopped screaming, he promptly started telling Josh that he was going to kill him as soon as he saw ground. "Looks like he doesn't have anything to worry about then, doesn't it?" says I through a brief pause of laughter, "Shut up. I'M GONNA KILL YOU JOSH!" replies EJ.), and Josh gave a brief scream and was silent except for asking me if I was alright. It was really, really, really, REALLY fun. REALLY fun. I wanted to go again, but we already had the last ride for the day (which meant that we got to dangle longer than the other people.), so we couldn't. However, next year Josh agreed to take his vacation with me so we can go to Pigeon Forge and go bungee jumping.

The only part that blew was that I went dressed to go sit and listen to a comedian. Nice bouse, nicest pair of jeans I owned (really glad I was too lazy to shave, and so didn't go with one of my skirts.), makeup.... And heels. Heels. At an amusement park. Hah. Haha. Hahaa.
All of my blisters were totally worth it.

To top off an already amazing day, our hotel room turned out to be incredibly awesome. All it needed was a kitchen, then it would have counted as an apartment (the fact that it was the first room that we came to on the bottom floor added to its awesome, as well). We shower, order pizza, watch Family Guy, South Park, and then some other show that I'm not sure what it was. When EJ fell asleep, Josh and I crept to the living room-thing and closed the door to make out and be bad kids without disturbing EJ. In the middle of making out, Josh pulled back, stared at me for a moment, then told me that there was something important that he needed to tell me. My first thought, being the pessimist that I am, was "Oh, God, he's going to dump me." So I was caught totally off gaurd by the "I love you," that followed. Which, I knew he did. It's been all over everything he does with me for a while (not to mention that look that crosses his face when he's looking at me and thinks that I can't see him). Hearing him say it for the first time, though, gave me this really... warm, happy, fly-y feeling that surpasses any other happy-based thing that I've felt before (including Cirque, which sort of surprises me.). The boy actually looked terrified until I told him that I loved him, too, then this look of relief, followed by happiness, washed it away.
Perfect. Day.

Of course, when we finished cuddling and talking about cheesy, mushy stuff, and ventured back into the bedroom to finally get some much needed sleep, EJ was standing on the other side of the door. He finished rubbing his eyes, blinked at Josh, blinked at me, took a step back to blink at our empty bed, blinked at each of us again, broke into a huge grin, proclaimed "all right!" , patted Josh on his shoulder, winked at me, then bounded out to have his my-brother-just-had-sex cancer. When he returned, Josh apologized for his screaming having woke EJ up.
We did not have sex, actually. There was just a lot of making out and really, really close cuddling. Teh smex did not happen. We're not telling EJ this, not that he'd believe us if we did.

I don't think I could be much happier than I am, now.

Strip for me as I strip for you.

2009-07-13T20:28:36Z

Went shopping today. I actually managed to find stuff that I liked---on sale, in my price range. I obtained three new shirts, a new pair of dress pants, a stash of new bras, and some new work shoes that claim to be non-skid and oil resistant, but that slip on my kitchen floor (at least they're comfy, and I always have the little cover things they gave us for our shoes.) . I gave though to buying a fish, then realized that I'd forget about it and it'd starve to death (I think the only reason that doesn't happen to my cat is she's loud.).
After the mall, I went to Hastings to obtain a copy of The Shawshank Redemption for me and Josh to watch tomorrow. Every time I go into Hastings, no matter what it's for, my feet carry me to the book section, first thing. Normally, I refrain from buying anything, but today I picked up Cornelia Funke's Inkheart because I want to watch the movie, but since it's a book I have to read it first. Besides, it'll be a nice change after K.J. Parker's Devices and Desires (good, but the engineering talk's a tad over my head.) .
After Hastings, I stopped by the Lascassas Kroger (I refuse to shop at the Memorial one. I know what goes on with the stock crew there. Even though I'm pretty sure the same shit happens at Lascassas, I don't have proof, so I'm blissfully unaware.... If you ever live in M'boro... Don't buy dairy from the Memorial store. Just.... Don't.) to pick up stuff to fix for Josh and myself tomorrow morning. I obtained a small roast (hopefully it'll turn out alright... I've never cooked one.) , some potatoes, and the stuff to make a Key Lime pie... I suppose I should get started on the pie, since that takes 4 hours of sitting in the fridge, at least, before you can put the merangue on it and bake it.

I'm just waiting on my laundry to finish drying, then I'm going to go to bed.
I need to vacuum, but that requires energy that I need to conserve for the trip to the laundry building and back. Woo.

I've got nothin' to hide.

2009-07-10T00:01:04Z

Hi. We're Farm Bureau Insurance. We have the money to give you all sorts of discounts for hotels, glasses, perscriptions, Verizon, car rentals, and other shit. However, we do NOT have the money to give you an actual, plastic membership card. Have this really thick piece of printer paper. Hope you don't fuck it up when you're tearing it out of the big sheet of printer paper. Fortunately, we gave you two. That way you're allowed to fuck up one of them. It's a good thing you didn't fuck the second one up while you were putting tape over it to keep your wallet from fucking it up. Enjoy your discounts and having your tri-monthly payments jacked way the hell up simply because you're 20 as opposed to 80. Even though 80-year-olds can't drive worth a shit, because they're old and feeble and forget they're behind the wheel and kill people, just watch South Park, and should therefore have thier insurance jacked up just like a 20 year old's.

Yeah... My first one's repairable, though. I'm gonna tape it up and stash it somewhere. Like, with my SS card. Presuming I can remember where I put that bitch.

Did not go out with my mom, for which I'm grateful. I didn't feel like getting out and picking up groceries like I HAD to do. But, s'cool 'cause I have Moose Track ice cream, and managed to dig a massive chunk of fudge and reeses out of it (leaving me about half of the pint box left. Was a HUGE bit of cholate goodness). I also have white cheddar Cheez-Its, buttery garlic Club crackers, and then stuff that actually counts as food. Like TV dinners. And bread. And sliced chicken to go on the bread. And bologna. And some questionable PB&J that've lived in my cabinet since I moved here. Actually... Not counting the ice cream (something I rarely buy, since I forget it's there and it gets all crystal-y and bad.) , the least healthy thing I bought was my crackers.... Unless bologna counts, since it's just the trash swept up off the floor of a meat factory. Burn it a little bit in a skillet, and it's nummy trash swept up off the floor.

In music news... MCR's coming out with an album later this year/early next year. It makes me happy.
Blaqk Audio also makes me happy. I stumbled on it a few minutes ago (woo, Amazon recommendations.). It just finished downloading. T'was a good $8 spent on something I didn't need, though I'm fairly sure that if I didn't know it was Davey and Jade I wouldn't have known it was them, at first at least. It would have clicked eventually, I think. Or Josh would have been like "Hey, is that Davey?" and then I would have been like "....THAT'S why it sounds familiar."
It makes excellent cleaning music. My livingroom is starting to look like a livingroom as opposed to a dump, and I barely remember cleaning.
Yeah~

I still have cleaning to do.
I dun wanna.
I also need to get motivated to going out to my car and fetching a blank disc (stole one from Josh, but it hasn't made it out of my cd case, yet.) so I can burn Cexcells before my computer decides to fuck me over.

Yar.

You belong with me.

2009-07-08T17:24:05Z

So. Yesterday, I was trying to remember the name of a movie. The only thing I had to ask other people (Tammy, Lucas, Josh) if they knew was "This body falls out of a ceiling and a big guy starts screaming like a little chic." Everyone thought I was on crack. At work, I asked Deb, and before I got my full description out ("This body falls out of a ceiling and a big guy starts---") she was like "I know what you're talking about! But I don't remember the name!" We talked about it a little bit more, with her adding to the description... And then I remembered the name: Accepted. So, today, when Hastings opened, I drove there and obtained my copy. Turns out, it was pretty good. Not the best, but well worth the $7.35 I paid for it.

At lunch this morning (Breakfast to you day people.) , I called Joshy. I get to go with him, EJ, and Uncle Mike to Omni Hut this Saturday. Shall be fun. I think.
Conversation rolled around to video games, and then he started telling me stories about his drunken-stoner-gamer days, some of which were hilarious, most of which just made me roll my eyes and call him an idiot. One of his roommates, who didn't have a job, practiced the multiplayer games while Josh was at work, and beat him pretty much every time they played. Josh paused for a moment, then "It's going to be like us. I'll come home from work, we'll sit down to play Mario Kart or Mortal Kombat, and you'll kick my ass. Then you'll be like 'You used to be so much better than me at this. What happened?' and I'll point out that you're home alone all day, and can practice. Then you'll say 'I don't know what you're talking about. I got a lot of writing and old-woman stuff done today. You know, between kicking your ass sessions.'"
So he has no problem with me being a housewife/full time writer/stay at home mom (he told me once that I wasn't allowed to work when we have kids.), which is really amazing. Douchy McDouche said that I could try the fulltime writer thing for six months, and if I wasn't Stephen King famous, I'd have to get a job or be out.
Don't get me wrong. I want a job. Just... Part time waitressing type thing. Something that'll give me enough money to buy the shit that I want, but don't need, and still be able to help out with the necessary stuff, so it won't be all on him.
...There's a high possibility that I could be married before I'm 25... The thought scares me a tiny bit.

Tomorrow, I go shopping with my mother. Which, wouldn't be SO bad, except for she's inviting Aunt Barbara along, who I hate.
Blargh.

In our garb of black, we will pay respect to the color we're born to mourn.

2009-07-07T11:07:13Z

Went to Momma's yesterday... Learned that, apparently, she thinks that I hate her (I don't. I'm just miffed at the way she talks about Josh.). According to Daddy, the entire time I was growing up she was so excited that she had a baby girl, and when I grew up she'd have someone to go shopping with and do chick things. Daddy, being the all-knowing, all-powerful guy that he is, knew all along that it was a pipe dream, knew that when I got old enough I'd move out, find a guy, and be happy with MY life, AWAY from my family... Needless to say, he was correct, because Daddy is all-knowing.
He wrenched a promise to take my mother shopping/out to dinner/to a movie at least once every other month. Because Daddy is all-powerful that way.
Le sigh.
He also gave me one of "the talks". About how, since I'm planning on moving in with my boyfriend (soon, hopefully. He wants one of the more expensive apartments, that neither of us can afford on our own. I'm fairly sure that he's going to move in with me as soon as I do, that way we can afford the nice one.), I should know that Daddy's just one phone call away if he tries to hurt me... He also wrenched another promise out of me that I'd drag Josh's ass up to the house, so Daddy can have the same conversation (modified, I'm sure. I don't think the image of loving, caring father would work on the guy's half of the conversation. Psycho, large, protective, not-afraid-of-jail father would do much, much better.) with him before we live together.
Damned all-powerful-ness.
Grandparents were there, too. I got to have some of Granny's carrot cake, and brought some of Papa's chili home for Josh (only I didn't say that. I said it was for me, to keep from hurting his feelings... I dislike chili. Hurrah for having a guy that likes it.)... Grandparents were the only reason that I stayed for supper. I'd PLANNED on cleaning yesterday, but that didn't happen. I've been up since 3:30ish doing that task... And have only finished my kitchen and dining room.... Also sorted and untangled my yarn basket. Pissed around on youtube... Reorganized my DVD/cookbook shelf.
Better Than Ezra's a pretty good band. I'ma have to find some of their albums.

I got my Wicked tickets, yesterday, as well. They make me happy with their ticket-ness.
Kidnapped Mom's sewing machine (entire reason I went up there). I need to buy thread. What she has is ancient, and I'm pretty sure would break if I tried to use it.
Grandmother said there's a yarn store where she lives. She's going to get me a horde. <3

I suppose I'll get back to cleaning. Or at least picking up. I need a maid.

And the Rosary Beads count to 1,2,3. Fell apart as they hit the floor.

2009-07-02T15:30:55Z

In 17 more days, I'll be driving to Louisville with Joshy and EJ to see Jeff Dunham. We'll be getting a hotel there, that way I don't have to make the return trip on no sleep. I'm really looking forward to it. This will be my first time going out of state, without my parents, and being able to do whatever I want.
After that, the next big thing (and last for the year.) will be Wicked on September 2nd.
Around the time I get to see Wicked, I'll be moving. I'm fairly sure I'll be moving in with Joshy, given the way he's been talking. BUT! I'm not sure, yet.

Next year, rather than go see stuff on stage (short of Phantom of the Opera being close, and Cirque deciding to grace Tennessee again.), I'm going to talk Joshy into taking his vacation with me, and we're going on a road trip.... Possibly to Ohio to see his mother and sister, and beyond that I dunno. Maybe New York. We'll have to see.

This year... I don't think I'm going to follow through with that whole "get published" resolution I had... I've slipped into one of those moods where I just stare at the paper, go "I can't waste my time on this. It's useless." and then stare at the paper some more because I don't want to do something "useful," like cleaning my apartment (which'll happen tomorrow. Really. <.< >.> ).
So I've started crocheting, since a halter top is a lot more useful than a notebook full of words. As is a jacket, sweater, pot holders, blanket, purse, skirt....
I'ma make a purse, after I finish my halter top, and then start in on the jacket. Because it's going to be big (the pattern has it as a 3/4 length sleeve, but I'm going to make them where they come down over my hands and maybe flare out a tiny bit. I think I may try to lengthen the rest of it, too, and have a trenchcoat-y thing.), and if I start now I should have it done before it gets cold.

For now, I'm going to go finish laundry. Ciao.

Don't go... I'm scared.

2009-06-29T14:52:20Z

Joshy and I watched RE:Degeneration yesterday. I'll admit on here that I liked it, and can see why everyone loves Leon so much, however, whoever tells Josh that I said it was anything other than the worst movie, ever, is going to get stabbed in the throat. With a butter knife. We also watched the voice bloopers thing... And, Jess, if you haven't seen it, you need to.... They have this one where Leon's talking to Angela (I think was her name...) and she turns to run off. Leon's like "Don't go. I'm scared. Come back." And she's just like "Feh. Pussy" and runs away. T'was awesome. And is now my and Joshy's new thing.
Me: *Starts to wander off in WalMart*
Joshy: "Don't go! .... I'm scared." *Clings*
Yeah~....

Also went to chill with EJ and Uncle Mike (Josh's and EJ's uncle. Not mine. I still get to call him Uncle Mike, though.). I got to play Rock Band for the first time, ever. Did... Girls Not Grey and Mr. Brightside on easy, came to the conclusion that easy was too easy, and switched it up to medium (much to Josh and EJ's surprise. "Medium? Really? You've only played two songs. You can stay on ea--" "Tell me what other buttons I have to worry about and shut up.") for... An Evanesence song. I forget which one. First round of it, my fingers were retarded and I failed out uber soon. EJ asked me if I wanted to change my difficulty, and I declined because I wanted to beat it. We replayed the song, and my fingers weren't quite as retarded. I failed out once, EJ saved my ass. Managed to finish the song.
We moved on to another song, again they asked me if I wanted to switch back to easy, and again I refused.
EJ's words: "My god. You've got a chick that's willing to learn a video game. She's a keeper."
We played a few more songs, then I passed it off to Josh. They tried to talk me into playing drums, but I told them that I wanted to get to where I could survive a couple of songs on Hard with the guitar before I learned the drums. Apparently, this makes me awesome.
I got to meet Sasha, EJ's black lab. Who I was convinced was going to bite me, after all the stories I've heard about her with strangers. And, apparently she HATES chicks. She did not bark at me when Josh and I went out back to see her, and when EJ brought her inside, she ran up to me and let her pet me. Uncle Mike was like "...Holy shit. That's never happened before." So I'm even more awesome because the chick-hating dog liked me pretty much instantly.
I've come to the conclusion that I'm going to steal Uncle Mike's cat, too. She's really fat, with long, fluffy fur, so she looks HUGE. She's an adorable cat.
Josh got his flask back from his brother, and then gave it to me. It has his initials on it. It's also pretty, and shiny, and smells like vodka. Really, really strong vodka. As in, I could get smashed just smelling what's left of the fumes. Even after Joshy rinsed it out. It's sitting between my Spock glass and my picture of Joshy.

He and I got invited to a Fourth of July party. We're going to find out who all's going, tonight, and then decide if we're going to get up early enough to go to it. After being accused of going to a party, and then "forbidden" to attend one, I really want to go (even though I'm sure it'll annoy the hell out of me. Because it's people.). However, my going depends entirely on if Josh goes or not. Ariel's cool and all, but I want to have someone else there that I know and can hide behind.

I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak.

2009-06-25T16:11:07Z

It's a wonderful feeling, having someone to care about, who cares about you, and doesn't want anything in return except some chicken and rice, the occasional oatmeal-raisin cookie, and you, complete with all of the weird quirks that make you you. It's also a wonderful feeling to be with someone who trusts you so much they not only tell their brother to give you their wallet, after leaving it at their brother's house one night, to return to them, but to go along with everything when you run (really. Run.) up to him and the British guy at work, pounce ('M glad Brits are strong. Those pallets probably would have hurt if we'd fallen into them.) the British guy, and announce that "John-John and I are having an affair! I don't like hiding things from you, so I just had to let you know!" To which your guy replies "Huh. So that's why you're starting to get a British accent. I've got her Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. You can have her the rest of the time, John-John." To which the British guy stutters and turns plaid.

He also bought me a book, because I was mad at him, and he wanted me not mad at him (We were supposed to hang out all day and night Sunday, then Tuesday go chill at EJ's after EJ got off work. That changed to just hanging out Tuesday and nixing hanging out at EJ's, though I did manage to talk him into coming over after he got done with his Uncle on Sunday. Then he decided to work overtime on Tuesday. Wasn't really mad at him, but he doesn't know this. And, I'm not passing up a free book. I should act mad more often. ^_^). As I don't NEED anything else to read for fun (I have enough unread books to fill an entire bookshelf.) , I headed to the crafts section to browse the useful books.
I spent some time trying to decide if I wanted to teach myself knitting, or reteach myself crochet. I went for crochet, since I recently bought a horde of various sized hooks. Then, I picked the, to quote Joshy, "gayest" title I could find: Stitch'n Bitch Crochet: The Happy Hooker. As I figured, the first thing he saw when I handed him the book was "The Happy Hooker."
We looked around Hastings a bit more. We wound up obtaining a working DVD of Clerks 2 (he had a burned copy, but it started skipping right when Randell started listing off racial slurs and declaring that "Porch Monkeys" wasn't one, due to the fact that his grandmother used to call him that.), Hannibal Rising, Resident Evil:Degeneration, 8 Mile, and Bad Boyz 2.
When it was time to check out, I announced that I was going to go start my car "So it won't be so hot on my lurvly stockboy," and dip. Leaving him to stand in line with The Happy Hooker all by himself.
And he STILL let me snuggle with him while we finished watching Clerks 2.

Before I took him home, he told me that the reason he worked overtime was to get the hours in and get promoted, that way when we're married he'd be able to make enough money where I could be a stay-at-home writer/mother. "And besides, where do you think the money for the engagement ring's gonna come from if I don't work over?"
The last of which he didn't mean to say, judging by the look on his face after it was out.

Maybe next time he decides to buy me a book to get me un-mad, I'll pick a more manly title. Maybe. Depends on if I'm actually mad or not.

In other news... My car's officially mine, now. I just got back from having my mother sign it over to my name, buying tags, and getting insurance.
I also got lectured about how not to let anyone drive it and not let anyone talk me into selling it and blah blah blah.
Because apparently having it as mine in everything but the title for a year doesn't make me smart enough to treat the Focus now that it's mine legally. Oh, and I haven't lived on my own and paid my own bills long enough to realize that I do not, in fact, have the money to afford a car payment. I plan on getting married and having a house of my own before I worry about getting a car that's less grannish.

I'm.... Going to go put in the second season of Tales From The Crypt (...Buying a new DVD player ranks ahead of buying a car, too. I'm tired of using my laptop... Of course, buying a new computer ranks above buying a new car, too. OH! And kitchen-ware! I've a list of kitchen goods that I need to get before I worry about a car.... Not to mention a new bedroom suite, new pillows, new bed-cover-set, curtains.... Yeah. Really have to worry about me trading the Focus in, Mom.) and crochet.

Don't mess with a nation that needs medication.

2009-06-19T17:44:33Z

Christopher Titus is my hero. If Joshy and I ever break up (which I hope we don't.) , a part of me will forever love him for introducing me to the awesome that is Titus.

I am.... 3 days behind in my writing. I didn't write Sunday because I came home and passed out, after establishing that Joshy was too sick to hang out (wasn't planning on writing then, anyway. Wanted to do fun, couple-y things. Like that bowling game we were supposed to have done two weeks ago.). Monday... I watched movies. Tuesday... I don't recall what I did. Wednesday, Josh and I went out, then I came home and watched Tales from the Crypt. Yesterday, I got seven pages down. That made up for Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday.
Tomorrow, I'll make up for Wednesday, Thursday, and today. Hopefully I'll also manage to reach my 33 page goal that I sat for Saturday. If not, I'll get it caught up Sunday.... It all depends on what day I end up with off (I'm hoping for Sunday or Tuesday. Preferably Tuesday.)
I did/am not writing today because, after spending two and a half hours sitting in my car with my cat, waiting for the bug fogger stuff to settle enough for me to air out my apartment so we can come back inside, all I want to do is nothing.
So, I get online, read my comics, and update my journal.

ANd, now, I'ma go to bed. Wee.