sonic reducer

:: 2005 25 April :: 8.46pm
:: Music: still miles davis.

sandwich update ... egg food
i am having some trouble recollecting my previous food adventure specifically, so please forgive me. if you had seen as much as i have, you'd have trouble distinguishing between food adventures after awhile too...

well, my latest endeavour was one born out of necessity. after all, only the strong survive. apparently i'm strong. either that, or i'm morbidly obese (bmi = 31.5). anyway, after a long day of study at the local potato academy (high school), i went to my friend trevor's house for a game of "keep your eyes on the ginsu". most of me is still here, after 2 and a half arduous hours of dodging whirling blades. what parts of me that aren't here are not required for procreation, and have been donated to Charity (trevor's pet ferret). i never knew ferrets liked french fries. well, actually they're american fries. anyway...

i had to refuel my bushel of washers on my way home, which was a huge fiasco, and cost me the most money in the history of money i've spent on peanut oil.
....needless to say, i had to then go to the auto wash adjacent to the fuel distibution hub to get the mess cleaned up.

by the time that was finished, and i had returned home, i realized that i was famished. and as i looked for food, i realized that my cupboards were barren, because mom ... er, i mean... my roommate... had cleaned everything out in preparation for our relocation to something a little more suburban.

thinking on my feet, knowing that soon my feet would be out from under me if i didn't replenish my glucose, i took three eggs from a container that said "do not consume after April 21 under penalty of 'you die'." ... or something like that. i scrambled the raw eggs in a disposable plastic bowl with a salad fork, because everything else in the house was completely gone, put half a stick of butter in our lone frying pan, and once it had melted, poured the raw egg mixture into the pan (on medium heat), and covered the pan with a ceramic plate. then i praised my ingenuity. upon the conclusion of my egpcentric acclamations, i found a large bag of lunchlady cheese in the fridge, that i'm sure was too saturated with preservatives to ever spoil or mold, and something in the pantry that resembled a cinderblock composed of a starch-based material. the cinderblock came pre-sliced, so i retrieved 4 slices, and placed the remainder back in the pantry... not in the garbage, where it should have gone. once the egg/butter amalgamation solidified, i sprinkled some of the indelible (but not inedible) cheese on top, replaced the lid, and melted the cheese over low heat. once the cheese had melted, i cut the concoction in half, and placed each half on a slice of starchbread. i took the 2 remaining slices of starchbread and placed them both on one of the sandwiches, leaving the other openfaced. i poured myself a solo(tm) cup of milk, and placed it on the floor. then i sat on the floor indian style, with the plate of sandwiches on my lap (yes the same plate i used as a cover) and proceeded to ward off the dogs who were vying for the "food" i had made, even though i had fed them THEIR food, not ten minutes ago.

from there, it's pretty self-explanatory...

but i will say this:

... legend has it, that if you go there today, you can still hear his ghost in the dining room screaming "GAAAAAH, THE KNIVES IN MY TUMMY!!!!!" which is inevitably followed by a particularly excruciating bit of flatulence.

then i made my bed.

THE END

:: 2005 25 April :: 8.40pm

fried prom odyssey

got tickets. got gum. got picture frames. we have both been appropriately clad (meaning: we both got our dresses, handbags, earrings, purses, shoes, lederhosen, bill clinton masks, etc.).

dinner is to be at one trick pony or bluewater grill. i'm leading toward the pony, just because it's more unique, and i've actually been there before. i need to make some phone calls.

the rabbit has been cleansed, refilled, stroked, refilled elsewhere, and stroked elsewhere. it still needs to be filled everywhere else, emptied in a few places, vacuumed, and thoroughly wiped down.

brakes and transmission are issues i will conveniently overlook for the interim. or until i can't overlook them anymore.

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:: 2005 25 April :: 8.19pm
:: Music: miles davis - kind of blue

OPEN HOUSE !!!

alright, here's the deal...

MOM'S

May 21 (yes, that soon, don't ask me why.)
in cedar springs, at my house. mapquest the address if you don't know it, or ask and i'll tell you.
217 East Beech, Cedar Springs, MI, 49319-9505

catering was supposed to be by maynards, but seeing that they're now defunct, i don't know. we have salted peanuts, and denise thoms will be making the cake (frosting to die for!!). should be afternoon time or so.

DAD'S

July 2 (yes, that late, because mom wanted to leave june open for hers)
at the community bldg in ferrand estates. directions to ferrand estates are as follows:

us 131 south (approx 20 miles), 44th st west (approx 3-4 miles). it's past byron center rd. on the left. if you hit ivanrest, you've gone too far. it's almost exactly halfway between them. nearby landmarks to look for are Damon's, on the south side of 44th, and ramblewood center on the north. once you're on the driveway, just go til you hit the stop sign. at the stop sign, there should be a building smack dab in front of you. circle around building in a clockwise direction, while looking for spot. park. enter building. have good time. leave.

catering provided by GFS, simmered in elbow grease for at least 10 minutes. let cool. serve. dessert likely by kathy (dad's mrs. to be) ... mmmm *drools.

....

if neither of those work for you, then, tough! i never liked you anyway...

if they do work for you, please tell me so, and also indicate which one you are coming to. this is so i can tell my folks how much cake to build, etc. and also to get a ballpark figure of how popular i am.

i honestly don't care which one you come to. i just want you guys to have a good time. if you're looking for alcohol, don't come within a hectare of my dad's, because there won't be any. honestly, mom probably won't either. so there. but lots and lots of soda, especially at dad's. and if you're looking to see me super stressed out ... then mom's is the place for you.

like i said, post a comment, or email me, or give me a slip of paper with your name on it, and say which one you're attending. just because i'm a bitch like that. (honestly, i need to know once and for all how AWESOMELY POPULAR i am!)

coming soon from a spud near you: "prom update" and "fried egg sandwich ... food odyssey?"

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crazygirl

:: 2005 25 April :: 5.57pm

this is going to be a hell of a week.

:: 2005 25 April :: 12.13pm

im in love with the person he was before. not who hes turning into. i know he is better than this. he chose the wrong path...i will try my best to get on the right one. i cant let him turn into something so disgusting.

holiday

:: 2005 24 April :: 4.18pm

THIS is going to be really strange. Oh man. Freaking out.

:: 2005 23 April :: 1.29pm
:: Music: mmmm... coffee and light jazz .....

... at dad's

waiting for the windows media plugin for nero to download. i forgot how crappy dialup can be.

anyway...

supposedly gonna hook up with jackie today. we'll have to see what happens. i know kevin wanted to go bowling, but we never confirmed or finalized any plans, so i don't know what he expects from me.

i also forgot i'm kinda broke. so i don't really have even ten bucks to go bowling... crappity butt poop ... or something like that.

i got nothing.

i'll talk to you later, i guess.

crazygirl

:: 2005 22 April :: 6.37pm

dustin moved to arizona today.
my apartment feels so empty without him.

:: 2005 21 April :: 3.00pm

quick prom update

dinner is still up in the air.

last night my mom purchased, for yours truly, a rediculously stupendous suit. that is: jacket, slacks, long overcoat, shoes, cuff links, dress shirt, and pocket silk. i'm gonna look frickin' HAWWTTT!

Jackie is now registered as a guest. Tickets will be bought as soon as possible next week.

Blardy Blar...

i'll talk at you kids later.

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:: 2005 21 April :: 11.34am

hm...just when i figure out he is just an ass...and that when i drive by his road now...i dont even think about him...when i haven't talked about him in days....he calls and wants to hang out....twice. god damnet....weston fucking called me and said he missed me. needless to say how hard it was to tell him i never wanted to hang out with him again. all he said was...you never want to hang out with me again?....thats all you had to say. good night.

stinko

:: 2005 20 April :: 12.16pm

oh it's so cool!

too bad it rained today. hard to trample through the woods in the muck.

:: 2005 20 April :: 12.05pm

CANT WAIT FOR MY SHOWER TOMORROW! IM SO EXCITED! LOL

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:: 2005 19 April :: 12.14pm

my dear friend josh wanted me to write an entry for his behalf. ....
so here it goes....

we are going to skip part of our class to go get slurpies. im so excited. hes mad right now cause i wouldnt let him read something. oh well. hes my buddy!

ode to joshy woshy

joshy woshy is so foxie
all the girls fall down
then with the lift from the corner of his lip
well present him with his crown
a crown of simple purity even though he can be quite a dick
it doesnt matter with joshy woshy cause no one will forget
that joshy woshy is a kooala bear and can love you when he wants
too bad right now im on the wrong side i do haunt.
angry joshy woshy is not fun to me
but knowing that one day he'll care
makes me yell yipeeeeeeeeee!

with lots of love joshy
~casey

:: 2005 19 April :: 12.08pm

really corny poem...sorry
if only he could realize how great we would be.
if only he would realize that person hes searching for is me
the one person who would do whatever for him is me
the one person that really cares about him is me
the one person that will wait for him is me
hoping one day he realizes the person hes waiting for is me.

crazygirl

:: 2005 18 April :: 1.22pm

i want to buy a house

:: 2005 18 April :: 12.05pm
:: Music: varsity

when i want one the one that once was wants me
muskegon tom called me while i was at work last night about 10 pm and asked if i had any plans...i said why...he said im about two minutes away from your house.....AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! i was supposed to go over to jasons and we were going to watch a movie. tom had even called my mom to make sure it was okay that he came over to surprise me....so i had to tell jason that i couldnt go there. i dont know he was fine about it and then asked me who this tom was. and then he said i was ditching him...again....although i really dont remember when else i did it. so tom and i hung out lastnight...i told him about jason. how i like him but how he just wants to be friends. i fell asleep and druled on his chest and snored really loud....lol.. him comming over just made me realize how much more i like jason. wow. i was so concerned.....about it. he called me around 12:30 and asked if tom was still there. he was. so i was talking to jason on the phone while sitting next to tom. jason knew he was right next to me and kept asking me if i wanted to make out with him....so tom would hear me say yes. in a way i felt as though jason was testing me....i dont know. so this mornign i went to jasons before school and we watched a movie together....yup and ....yup...still didnt work.....im getting hopeless. i like him sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo MUCH!

:: 2005 17 April :: 6.51pm

well, i went to jackie's today. that was fun. i'm sure it didn't seem like it by the way i was acting, but i really did have quite a good time. it was really refreshing to sit back and just do some of the simple stuff.

i need to do calculus and shit. but i'm sure i'll find something else to do.

yesterday i worked all day. then we took donny to dinner, and went to see sin city. jessica alba was the only redeeming factor in that movie for me. her story was the only one that i truly enjoyed. but even though i didn't enjoy it, i can still respect the phenomenal job they did in post-production. it was just incredible.

man, i'm totally beat.

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happygolucky4646

:: 2005 15 April :: 9.02pm

i guess you can put a value on it

I am worth $1,965,730.00 on HumanForSale.com

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stinko

:: 2005 13 April :: 12.18pm
:: Music: branston-escapist

today is magnificant.
zitas lapitas!

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:: 2005 13 April :: 12.02pm

im ninteen as of yesterday! gosh dont you love birthdays and realizing how important you are to people? love it! puts you back where you belong.

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:: 2005 12 April :: 11.16pm
:: Mood: exhausted
:: Music: The Police - Every Breath You Take

i just can't fucking do it all. and mom doesn't help. she tries, but fails miserably. i still love her. i just get sick of being dragged down all the time.

but seriously... if you look at it one thing at a time, my workload doesn't seem all that unreasonable. like tonight, i only had 2 moderately sized homework assignments. and social life wise, i'm growing up. just like all other well-adjusted people do. college wise, i'm way behind, but lots of other people are. i just need to fill out a couple pages of some personal information, write a measly essay, shuck out my parents' money, and do a little legwork. that's it. and socially i have to learn how to tolerate and communicate with my friends and family, and help them do the same with everyone else. i'd like to have money for a car, which i need to drive around. and for music equipment, which is one of my most serious passions.

they tell me to aim high, but i'm having a bitch of a time with all the little mundane bullshit. how the hell am i supposed to provide all the great things they (and i) expect from me, when i can't even handle the mediocre tasks set forth now? i really don't see how i can.

i'm not exactly a go-getter. but i do try. and i'm sick of having things blow up in my face, that i shouldn't have to be dealing with if i had a normal and well adjusted family, and interrupt everything.

i go to school in the morning. i don't bust my ass at school, but i try. and i get interrupted constantly. but i learn to live with it, and do the best i can. i get out of school to have a sudden crisis with the evening's events, then supposedly it self corrects. so i go to kevin's to work out. no working out gets done, because more important matters needed to be discussed. and i think it went well. but it ate up an hour or so that, although worthwhile, was not spent doing the millions of other things that need to happen. then i come home and do the workout that never happened at kevin's. take a shower, because i haven't had time to take one since sunday. feed the puppies because bruce was upstairs sleeping, with some headache. put some music on, and flip through college shit i got in the mail. start in on homework. budgets are due tomorrow, and my floppy is all fucked up. which means all the work i'm trying to do, suddenly can't be done. and any that CAN be done will likely get fucked up in translation. and it wasn't backed up on my H drive, because i'm a moron like that. then i fuck melissa over, because i didn't finish the project. mom needs a ride to grand rapids to take the car back (it's 8 pm by this time) so i take mom to town, and we get dinner at steak & shake. i get into this huge discussion with her about prom and college and work and the new house. basically all this shit that i really didn't need on my mind right now. and now it is. and suddenly it's 11 pm, none of the homework is done. in fact, it feels like nothing has been done at all. and i go into school tomorrow saying, duhhhh.... sorry mrs. millard. i was too busy talking to my friend about his girl troubles and talking with my mom about life, and doing chores, and working out. and at that point it seems like there's no good reason for me to have done all the shit i did instead of homework.

i just can't fucking do it all. i can't go through school and support myself financially, and support anybody else morally, and be a competent human being, and develop as a person, and have hobbies, and go out with friends, and work on my car, and fix everything in my life that's broken, and sleep and eat and get fatter. it's just too fucking much.

i'm going to bed. Modern Business = *double deuce*

POOF! ... YOUR HEAD A SPLODE!

... shit fuckers ...

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