so yeah, i was in the back of a cop car last night.
i didn't have my lisence on me, i'm driving down 17 mile see a sherif at shaner i drive by him he pulls out behind me and follows me, he gets right up on my ass and what i belive is he runs my plate number. pulls me over like just past the 25mph speed limit sign in town. asks for my registration and license at home, he asks me to step out of the car and into the back of his cruiser. i ask why he pulled me over and he says because i have the wrong plate on the car.... i'm thinking WTF right there because i know the plate is legal, its my plate justin was probably with me when i got it. (the cop also never checked the registration) he reads off the plate number to me while i'm looking at it.... and wow the dumb fucker can't type while he's driving, so he just says "you know you've got a taillight out you should get that fixed" i tell him i will and he lets me out of the car, i was so pissed. the cock sucker didn't even apoligise.
so i'm just hanging out with kayleigh right, and were talking about telemarketers and stuff and how her little brother dupes them all the time.
so i had to get one today
this lady call here's how it went
lady: hell is deinnis bevier there?
me: no i'm not here right now.
Lady: well can you call me back at 1800 somthing when you are?
me: sure thing
so GRCC sent me a paper today saying that i have to take their admissions test, no big deal right?
they send me the testing hours and stuff saying that the test is just a walkin test, no appointment needed... they say it will take 2.5 hours and then they say "please arrive 15 minutes early"
I honestly do not understand why I do this to myself day in and day out.
I eat until I feel like my belly is going to blow into thousands of pieces.
And as I sit miserably not knowing whether or not I am going to be sick or just burp, I fear the next few moments.
Anyway gossip is my enemy.
Tanning is my friend.
I hate "he said he was told by this chick that her boyfriend told her that you told him that the first guys wife thinks......" shit.
It's all a bunch of 5th grade BS.
I'm sick of it.
It's pretty pathetic that because 40 year olds can't get along they have to drag a 19 year old into the middle of it just because they all know that person.
LAME.
I'm sooooo sick of people saying I said shit about them.
Seriously, If Im going to talk shit, I'll say it directly to the person Im saying it about.
Not a big train of people..
Retards anyway.
My poor private areas are burnt.
Ah well, it's all for a good cause.
NPPL hunington beach division 2 xball championship game
splat kids V throttle
1v1 at the end of the game, a guy from splat kids' gun went down, he chased the guy from throttle down with a hand full of paint and threw it and hit the guy in the mask FTW!
I got a bonus from work on friday.
Got it, spent it, wish I still had it.
Did my taxes, finally.
Went tanning.
Can't wait until I go again tomorrow.
Did my womanly duties around the house. (Cleaning)
Watched the Departed, and Harsh Times.
Tonight is a night for Desperate Housewives and Rocky Balboa.
Ooh, and I don't have to sleep alone tonight.
Today is a super busy day. I woke up at nine and cleaned the dorm, went to breakfast (where there was a fire alarm and I had to stand in the rain for ten minutes with two really drunk girls who couldn't walk), and went to the music building for the KKPsi bit class service project. We polished the marching band tubas and faltos and all those good things and enjoyed some silver polish fumes. Now I'm in the UC (university center) studying for my KKPsi final exam and waiting to get my hair cut! I made an appointment for five and I'm getting about eleven inches cut off. I will have before and after pictures on facebook eventually.
After this I have my final exam and I'm a bit nervous. I'm the only one in the entire group that hasn't been in marching band, and thus, I don't know the fight song, or the Alma Mater, or Go Chips. We have to sing it (as a group), and I'm going to look like an idiot because I forgot to listen to it when I was at my dorm with a computer that has speakers!!! GAH!
Anyway, after my meeting, I have an annotated bibliography to do and who knows what else I forgot.
I'm just having some odd days lately. Not sure why. Silver polish fumes, perhaps?
about the good old days.
got my cocker timed.
then started talking about mags
I was like "my next gun is going to be a mag" and he's like "what do you want on it?"
i walked away with a classic mag with twist lock barrel, i owe him like $85.
I'm really tired and this chair rolls very smoothly. It's an office chair and I'm ALONE in the computer lab. It's Friday, so OF COURSE I'm alone in the computer lab. No one has FRIDAY classes except for me. Exception. Exceptional. Exceptionally tired. Gah.
I have a quiz in fourty minutes. It's extra credit. But it is of vital importance to my grade. VITAL. I haven't studied much. Rolly chair. I'm dysfunctional today. They shouldn't have let me outside. On the PROWL. Eh, cats?
You know, they outlawed the sale of "tobacco" pipes and bongs on Tuesday (well, that's when it went into affect, at least). You can't buy bongs anymore. You can't buy crack pipes anymore. At least not in Michigan. Do they think that making paraphenlia illegal is going to reduce illegal drug consumption??? I've seen a bong made out of an Aunt Annie's salad dressing bottle. No. It's not going to reduce it. GAH. If anything, it's going to make the general population more creative. Stupid.
Quiz in thirty five minutes. Who knows what neutral omniscience is off the top of their head? Ooohh, me. wait. no. never mind. but it was right next to the Oedipus Complex in the book. That's when a guy wants to get rid of his dad so he can take his place with the mom. Mother/Son sex. The Electra Complex is the feminine form of that. Good to know.
it's nice outside. a tid bit windy, but that's okay. i can see the catholic church from here. it's a small red brick building with lots of bushes. i hate those people who got to church on sundays because they feel bad about partying the night before. they ask to be forgiven for there sins. how can those people think they are better than anyone else?
Quiz in thirty minutes. better study. printer activated. vocabulary words out of a list. bowling tonight, though, and i have a faint craving for a hotdog. one of those nasty ones that you get a football games wrapped up in aluminum foil, all smushed and gooey and warm. one of those.
i'm so tired. i need to go to bed. how am i going to make it through this class? i already acted like an idiot in my last class. the prof asked why the great gatsby was a great book, and i said because people can relate to it, all people do in it are drink and party, and because of the clear modern language and descriptions riddled with metaphors and similes, it's easy to understand and relate to. in the back of my head i though "you can't argue that a book is great, there is no way to prove it" and there isn't. there is no way to prove one thing is better than another. it might be more symmetrical, more correct in language usage, it might employ dramatic irony, metaphors, similes, but to someone, a technical car manual may be the best piece of literature they ever read and for another it might be Shakespeare, or Judy Bloom, or some trashy novel they got at the grocery store for five ninety nine. You can't say that something is the greatest book, or the best, or good, or not good. you can't prove it. you can argue, but you can never prove it.
Hover mouse and other comp accessories
I'm not sure if these are real but it would be cool for some but bad for others for these certain items for pc gamers. (joe)
andy and i were cruising around in the tempo and andy is all like "dude, i smell brakes." I'm like "i dont smell shit"
so today, i'm cruising down whitecreek and i smell brakes, pretty bad, i've also noticed the car didn't perform like it usually does, seemed kinda gutless.
i pull into speedway to get gas i bend over and feel the drivers side rim to see if its hot from a stuck brake caliper, nope its fine.
walk to the passanger side reach down, look, and before i touched it i noticed hey... my brakes are on fire... it was awesome all these people were freaking out yelling "pull it away from the pumps" and yelling and shit, i just laughed at them and put the fire out with a 1/2 empty bottle of coke that was in the back seat.
> 1. If you are choking on an ice cube, don't panic. Simply pour a cup
> of boiling water down your throat and presto, the blockage will be almost
> instantly removed.
> 2. Clumsy? Avoid cutting yourself while slicing vegetables by getting
> someone else to hold them while you chop away.
>
> 3. You can avoid arguments with the Mrs. about lifting the toilet
> seat just by using the sink.
>
> 4. For high blood pressure sufferers: Simply cut yourself and bleed
> for a few minutes, thus reducing the pressure in your veins. Remember to
> use an egg timer.
> 5. A mouse trap placed on top of your alarm clock will prevent you
> from rolling over and going back to sleep after you hit the snooze
> button.
>
> 6. If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives. Then you
> will be afraid to cough.
>
> 7. Have a bad toothache? Smash your thumb with a hammer and you will
> forget all about the tooth ache.
>
> 8. Sometimes, we just need to remember what the rules of life really are:
>
> In life, you only need two tools - WD-40 and Duct Tape.
> If it doesn't move but should, use the WD-40.
> If it should not move and does, use the duct tape.
>
> 9. Remember: Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.
>
> 10. Never pass up an opportunity to go to the bathroom.
>
>
> Thought for the day:
>
> SOME PEOPLE ARE LIKE SLINKIES . . . THEY ARE NOT REALLY GOOD FOR
> ANYTHING, BUT THEY STILL BRING A SMILE TO YOUR FACE WHEN YOU PUSH THEM
> DOWN A FLIGHT OF STAIRS.
I just got done screaming at the top of my lungs for ten minutes, so I thought I'd share:
On CNN tonight (w/ Paula Zahn), there was a panel of professionals (lawyers and such) commenting/discussing the war.
Paula: How do you justify what we are doing in Iraq right now?
Conservative Constitutional Lawyer: Well, I can tell we're succeeding because there hasn't been a terrorist attack on United States soil since 9/11.
[michelle screams for ten minutes]
First of all, just because we haven't had an attack doesn't mean the war in Iraq is preventing that. Before 9/11, the previous attack was in 1993 (the first time the WTC was attacked). Let's do the math, shall we? Eight years. We've only been in Iraq for five years [note, this is the start of the fifth year]. Plus, did we forget that Iraq had absolutely NOTHING to do with the terrorist attack on 9/11. Did we forget that the bombers came from Saudi Arabia and Afghanistan? NOT Iraq.
Last night on CNN, Col. Alan King was asked why we shouldn't follow a strategy that outlines prompt withdrawl of troops (the plan made by the Democrats):
[Paraphrased, but close]
"We shouldn't withdraw troops because it will cause a huge outbreak of violence and gas prices would go up, and that would be a huge inconvience/hardship on our economy right now."
Jesus Christ.
Only 50% of troops believe that we will succeed in Iraq, and only 32% of the American people approve of the "war".
St. Patrick's Day didn't end so happily. It started great, though. I bought a blue male beta and his name is Patrick, and got other provisions from the store. My roommate and I got pizza from Hungry Howie's and watched Finding Nemo (in honor of Patrick, of course). Then Rueben started drunk calling me. We walked to McDonald's, then some guy's apartment, had a few, walked back. I stayed with Rueben until nine and I came back to my room to find my roommate had just puked all over, including my bed. All I wanted to do was sleep in my BED!
So I put on my pajamas, trekked back to Ruebens and slept until one. Came back, told her that she puked on my stuff and she apologized and left me to clean all of it except for the exceptionally big chunks on my lit book and my flute case.
If you can't hold your liquor, don't drink! It'll save me from a dorm that smells like puke and bed and books covered in brown chunks.
You want a rant? I'll give you a rant.
For the record, I don't do drugs.
Drugs are not the reason for my increased weight loss.
I haven't ever done drugs. I have no intention of ever doing drugs.
And Mike doesn't do them either.
I wouldn't date someone who does drugs because they make me uncomfortable, and it's not something that I want to be a part of my life.
If you really knew me, you'd know that.
The reason I have limited my friends to a few, is because a lot of the time they only want me to come party with them.
I'm not a big 'i like to party' kind of person.
Plus, during the week, I don't feel like doing shit, because I have to get up at 4:30 every morning.
And for a person that needs atleast 8 hours of sleep a night my days are cut short.
My weekends consist of me sharing a vehicle.
It sucks, trust me.
But I don't see any of you making an effort to come my way.
God for bid you drive to come see me.
It won't kill you.
You don't like my boyfriend, and there are various reasons, some of them I know, but I am dying to hear all of them.
He doesn't hold me captive.
He doesn't control me.
I make my own decisions.
And if anyone gets treated like shit, it's him.
I am a total jack-ass.
I don't see why I get so pissed about stuff like this, when I shouldn't have to justify myself.
I shouldn't make my decisions based on what makes you guys happy.
The only person that has been supportive of my being with Mike, is Carley.
And I thank her for that.
