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2003-06-13T16:21:00.000-07:00

In case you haven't noticed, and if you're even still reading at this point I no longer have the time or energy to blog. I'm done. Fizzled out. Thrill is gone. The blogging life......yeah.....it just ain't for me honeys.

I mean, I'm not one to say NEVER but this thing is definitely on hiatus.

My head hurts right now and the thought of blogging makes me want to spew. 'Kay.....later.

2003-06-01T19:07:00.000-07:00

The only good thing about having a cubicle job is you can read a book on the sly and no one would ever know you weren't working.

This keeps me sane.

As much as I complain about this job, I would be miserable without it.
So ....I guess I actually like it!!! Revelation!

2003-05-29T08:16:00.000-07:00

My friend Leslie is still over in Australia......we had some pretty good adventures while we were running amok those couple of years, and then we had some not so good ones. I was reminded of a not-so-good one the other day, don't know how it popped into my head but, it was this past Thanksgiving and it will go down as my worst one, ever. We were in Hawaii (NOT what everyone says it is) and staying at a youth "hostel" which was actually a few mattresses thrown down in a hollowed out bus on some lady's property in the MIDDLE OF NOWHERE........it was the north shore of oahu which means absolutely nothing to you unless you're a surfer...it's pretty much jungle and some very scary waves. Anyways, it was already starting to become my worst Thanksgiving ever mainly because the only thing I had eaten that day was some trail mix and hungry=grumpy, just ask Leslie. So while we're walking into "town" looking for a nice restaurant (or a restaurant period), it starts to rain. I'm not talking about any lovely warm tropical mist here either, it was dark and it was cold and it was raining. But we eventually made it to a decent restaurant where everyone is sitting all nice and dry and full and we took one look at the menu and decided we would need a glass or two of wine first and foremost. The food sounded incredible, but..... let's just say money was tight. After staring at the same thing on the menu for about an hour I would look at Leslie and she would swear she was fine with just the glass of wine. I think I ended up getting a cup of clam chowder.....oh and some crackers. Oh, and the glass of wine, don't forget that. Was not feeling very thankful that day. Was feeling very sorry for myself, especially thinking of everyone back home..........eating. But hey, it's all part of the adventure........and stuff......I still get the chills when I think about it now.

2003-05-24T22:26:00.000-07:00

blllgggh.

I am an idiot. After puking my brains out approximately 6 to 7 times last night (once in the bathroom sink at a bar) and again this morning at work, I've decided I'm never drinking again. . Can't tell you how many times I've said that before but that's beside the point. Well, you know I think I had fun for the first hour or so, I mean I somehow ended up in a delightfully seedy gay/leather bar where I was served my rum and juice by a middle aged man wearing little else besides a harness-type contraption and leather cheekless pants. After that, everything got a little hazy.........well what could top that anyways?

Was hating life today........still feel a little spewy now, 24 hours later........silly silly.

I do remember getting my kicks after I had hurled in the bathroom sink and gone back in later and pretended to be shocked and wondering aloud to the other girls who was the jackass who would do such a thing...........shhh.......tee hee.

2003-05-22T14:13:00.000-07:00

Some thoughts I had on my way home from Australia a little over a month ago....

If you don't believe in God then you have obviously never experienced severe turbulence while hurtling through the air at 500+mph in what is basically a coke can with wings.

Why are the stewardesses so perfect??? (and did you know that "stewardesses" is the longest word you can type using the left hand?)
Especially the Asians, I flew on Korean Air and they were absolutely flawless from head to toe........they might've been robots.

There's others I'm sure but it really doesn't matter because I'm home now and don't plan on getting on another airplane for QUITE some time. That and the fact that I still owe everybody for this last plane ticket.......kind of just remembered that, heh heh.

Oh and by the way, if you haven't already noticed by now, this isn't the flashest of blogs and hopefully you have very good eyesight that enables you to read this.....but, with the help of Will (who knows everything) I will hopefully be making this more reader friendly. And pink.

2003-05-18T11:15:00.000-07:00

I am calmly waiting for my death any day now......

If it doesn't happen while I am riding in the car with my dad (and if you've had the good fortune to be in a car with him while he is driving, you know what I mean) then it will surely happen when my upstairs neighbors' bed falls through the ceiling and crushes me in my sleep.......catch my drift?........nudge, nudge, WINK. Yeah.

That's all really...........can't stand my boring ass job.........I'm always there............wah, wah, bitch, moan.

2003-05-14T20:36:00.000-07:00

Tonight folks.............

How I Went Halfway Across the World Looking for God-Knows-What,
Only to Discover That God-Knows-What Was Right Where I Left It.

It's true...I don't know what it was but right about the time I turned 20 I decided there was bigger and better out there, that Augusta was just NOT glamorous and I deserved more. I took off with my friend Leslie and about $300 between the two of us and stayed gone most of the time for the next couple of years, flitting back in and out occasionally to wish someone a happy birthday, work a bit to replenish some funds....or to just gloat.

And what did I discover while I was "out there"?? Well, for one, that pretty much everything "they" say is true. That you will meet a lot of interesting people while traveling, especially yourself. ( I know, that one's pretty cheez). That the grass will ALWAYS seem greener on the other side, that you don't know what you got till it's gone. I discovered that at one point I could drink with the best of them, and thanks to that special talent, some time later down the road I discovered some 15 odd extra pounds and LOVELY stretch marks!!

But the most important thing? That as much as I was dying to get away, I missed my ass-backwards southern town trying sooo hard to be a big city and I missed the people I'd left behind, the people that I thought just didn't get it, that were missing out on so much. But they do get it, they know it's a big world out there, and I think maybe just knowing that makes them happy enough to just chill with each other on front porches and downtown sidewalks, to be happy doing nothing....as long as you're doing nothing together. And these people were gracious enough to bring my broke ass home when I realized I couldn't make a go of being the glamorous world traveler anymore. It's good to be back home and see old faces and do things I haven't been able to do for a long time like go to the movies and sleep in my own bed instead of someone's couch. What else? Yeah, that pretty much sums it up. I read something a friend by the name of Steve wrote in his online journal about coming back to Augusta and it's funny, I remember how when I was younger everyone just used to sit around and talk about "getting out of here" and we all used to laugh because every single person that left would ALWAYS come back. Why is that? We loved nothing more than to just talk shit about this town and how there was nothing to do, and sure enough, we all came back!
Hmmm..............
Maybe it's some sort of radioactive material in the Savannah River that has a strange magnetic pull on us all????

2003-05-12T14:12:00.000-07:00

La la la.............I don't have to think of anything to write today because I decide to share with everyone Will's reply to my last blog.....since I don't have shout-outs yet......aHEM.

hey girlie,

I need to get shout outs up on your blog, because I couldn't resist commenting on this one:

1. Any man with a British accent (and preferably decent teeth)

Not asking for a lot here, now, are you? Genetically impossible.

2. A young Mel Gibson wearing black motorcycle leather (Mad Max, hello!)

Chronologically impossible.

3. Quiet, intense guys who are sometimes kinda scary

Tragically clichéd... but I know one or two. Problem here is that they all tend to be quiet because they're drugged out. You might meet some ok ones if you go take a philosophy class up at ASU... but that's a big if.

4. Lead singer of Incubus

Statistically improbable... but your best bet so far.

5. Polynesian men with tattoos on their thighs

No comment here. I just don't even know what to say to that.

6. Guys who aren't trying to be cool and aren't afraid to be goofy or nerdy
(like Aerobercise guy who wears little gym shorts and sweatbands during 80s night
at the Soul Bar.....ok so he's not really hot and could possibly be gay but he's still
very appealing)

OK, this is EXTREMELY doable... but be careful what you ask for. :) Pretty much every guy I know is a tragic dork.

7. Guys of mixed ethnicity
Also doable... but don't you think Junior's a little young for you?

And you left off this one:

8. Upstairs med students who may or may not be gay.

Except I think I've decided he's a dick. You need a better guy than him.

.. so you're right... Augusta is not exactly the prime location for the next edition of "the Bachelor."

BUT... you're not allowed to go skipping town again. We took a vote and we like you here. :)

Will

2003-05-10T09:06:00.000-07:00

DREAMY GUYS..........
and the astonishing lack of them in this town!

Seriously? There is no real talent here. I'm fed up with it. It's not like I have time for that kind of thing anyways, but one at least wants something pretty to look at. While eating lunch, excuse me, brunch with Erin yesterday I was told by the waiter that I should leave my number on the table. I mean, he wasn't even asking me, he was telling me! After arguing back and forth with Erin about why I should and why I shouldn't, I finally just said he wasn't my type and I wasn't attracted to him. "But........you could get a free meal out of it", was her reply.

Yes, I'm fed up.....fed up I say! I've decided to compile a list of dreamies in the world, for whoever gives a flying fart and for my own general amusement. So without further ado.........

(In my opinion) The Hottest Men in the World!!!!!!!!!!!!!

1. Any man with a British accent (and preferably decent teeth)
2. A young Mel Gibson wearing black motorcycle leather (Mad Max, hello!)
3. Quiet, intense guys who are sometimes kinda scary
4. Lead singer of Incubus
5. Polynesian men with tattoos on their thighs
6. Guys who aren't trying to be cool and aren't afraid to be goofy or nerdy
(like Aerobercise guy who wears little gym shorts and sweatbands during 80s night
at the Soul Bar.....ok so he's not really hot and could possibly be gay but he's still
very appealing)
7. Guys of mixed ethnicity

I think I've made a fine list....a mighty fine list. Do I sound like a fourteen year old girl yet? Tee hee!
I hope that this compilation benefits at least one person who reads it, and if not, then the rest of you can be on the lookout for any one of these fine specimens walking around town....and if you spot one, grab me quick!

2003-05-08T08:02:00.000-07:00

Sigh...... I was just on a roll and typing away when I hit the wrong button and it all disappeared before my eyes. That's what I get for thinking I can do the technical stuff like changing the font or putting in shout outs.

I've started doing yoga and think I did something to my neck. Thought it was supposed to be all gentle and easy and give you inner peace and stuff. Whatever. That's a bunch of crap. It's hard and it pisses me off.

I really hate working until midnight because I don't go to bed until 2am and then I spend my day sitting around in my jammies. Then in the last two hours before I have to get ready I grab something to eat, walk the dogs, shower, make my lunch and then wish I didn't have to work before running out the door.

It's about that time now..............SIGH.

2003-05-06T10:40:00.000-07:00

Embarassing Moment No. 427

Today I had an appointment with the, ahem, "female doctor". And guess what? Do you think it WAS a female doctor? Noooo!
Was it a male med student who was all of two or three years older than me? Yeeeees! Was I thinking how did I get myself into a situation like this wearing only my socks? Hell yes!!!

Awkward moments aside, I went mostly because there was a lump in my breast that I wanted checked out and, thank God, it was nothing serious. My mother, ever the drama queen, insisted we rush to the docs right away. Personally, I think she was hoping that some ridiculously loaded and of course, handsome doctor would diagnose me.......and then insist on taking me to dinner to discuss my condition. Sorry Mom, but all we got was a scrawny med student with his hair parted down the middle. Better luck next time!

2003-05-03T00:40:00.000-07:00

Ummmm...........

Bloody vodka tonics!

Think I agreed to go on a date with someone???
Hellish week number one is over, one more to go.

Praise the Lawd!

2003-05-02T11:58:00.000-07:00

Pop Stars..........Why?

Why do they exist? And why are all the blonde ones (wait a minute....doesn't that mean all of them?) going brunette? Mandy Moore, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera.......THEY'VE ALL GONE BROWN. Are they afraid of not looking like each other? Maybe they want to look smarter. Oh and by the way, Britney's dye job looks TERRIBLE. Hmm, so does Christina's come to think of it. I think only one of them got lucky and had a competent stylist. Ah well. Poor things. I never thought I'd see the day when it was trendy to have brown hair.

Just a quick thought before I go to work.

Tra la la......

2003-04-29T22:43:00.000-07:00

My brain is officially fried. I haven't tried to stuff so much information into it's tiny recesses since I was in high school and not even then really, because public school is a joke as we all know. Anyways, I'm training for a new job as an operator for the deaf and you would think it would be relatively easy and they sure made it seem that way in the beginning, but WHATEVER! So, ok, maybe this is just confirming the saying that you only use a third of your brain's ability or something like that.......yes.....I believe that now. My mind is actually in pain. But anyways, the reason I even mentioned this job AT ALL is because the first day of training they had a deaf instructor brought in who was absolutely, stunningly, mind-bogglingly~DREAMY~. I mean it. Imagine Tom Cruise if he was actually good looking. That's him. And it wasn't just his face that was beautiful, it was the way he used it. Deaf people read hands and facial expressions and body language so instead of using their mouths, they use every other tool God gave us to communicate. When they "talk" they really do it well. They light up. So yeah, we could all probably learn a thing or two from them.............
Ok.
Now I'm going to put something on this mosquito bite I found and then go to bed.

2003-04-28T07:21:00.000-07:00

So.....have decided to jump on the bandwagon and start blogging. Never considered it until this morning, when, having read some of Erin's blog, inspiration struck. But! Am I interesting enough to have one of these thingys? We shall see..........I'm not very creative when it comes to computers and artwork, I mean the layout on this thing could be crap for all I know........but, it's only the beginning and I don't want to reveal too much too soon so I will leave you with this....(if you're even reading anymore).....welcome to my own, my precious BLOOOOOOG!