Leeder

:: 2006 28 March :: 2.10pm

you have NO IDEA what you are getting yourself into!

:: 2006 26 March :: 12.43pm

I just realized that I said a couple entries ago that I needed a MONTH off for my honeymoon....lol. That would be sweet but not true. Only going for 7 days.

Need to do:
Schedule engagement pictures (c'mon warm weather)
Find florist
Find bartender
Order centerpieces
Decide on tuxes
Set menu with caterer
Order reponse cards
Get dress fitted
Rent dancefloor
Find makeup person?
Buy attendant gifts
Buy wedding rings
Write vows

I'm trying to pretend that that list isn't totally overwhelming me right now. I'm sitting here trying to tie little white bows on bells. ARGH!

I've kissed...Read more..

:: 2006 21 March :: 2.53pm

i woke up last night around 4 in the morning, shot up in bed, and said to myself, "how old am i? am i really only 21? 21 is way too young to be getting married! i must be crazy to be doing this! am i totally crazy?"
for some reason that question made a lot of sense, and i calmly said to myself, "yes, yes i am" (crazy, that is).

:: 2006 15 March :: 4.28pm

Woo! Tax refund to be deposited Friday...plus it's payday!!!

Thank god. Life is too expensive.

Time for me to get a real job...I interview on Friday and if I make it through this time, I get an offer. We'll see what kind of offer though. Plus they have to agree to give me at least a month off because we've already booked our honeymoon...to CANCUN...woooo!

:: 2006 14 March :: 3.58pm

I can really not understand how people can be so dumb.

Enid we never really knew each other anyway.
Enid we never really knew each other anyway.

It took me a year to believe it was over,
And it took me two more to get over the loss.
I took a beating when you wrote me those letters,
And every time I remembered the taste of your lipgloss.

Maybe we always saw right through each other anyway
But enid we never really knew each other anyway.

There were times when I wanted to hurt you,
And there were times when I know that I did.
There were times when I thought I would kill you,
But can you blame me I was only a kid.

Tell me why we never respected each other.
And tell me why I never believed that you were a person too.
I always thought that you fancied my brother.
I may not have liked it, oh but memory is a strange thing, oh, and enid?
Enid I remember you.

Maybe we always saw right through each other anyway,
But enid we never really knew each other anyway.

It took me a year to believe it was over,
And it took me two more to get over the loss.
I took a beating when I wrote you those letters,
And every time you told me to get lost.

Now it�s not fair to say that it�s
�cause I was three inches shorter then,
And it�s not fair to say that it�s �cause
I was only fifteen years old.
But maybe it�s fair to say it was a lack of communication,
I took a phone message, oh and speaking of communication,
Oh, and enid,
Enid you got a cold.

I can get a job I can pay the phone bills
I can cut the lawn, cut my hair, cut out my cholesterol
I can work overtime I can work in a mine
I can do it all for you,
But I don�t want to.

Enid we never really knew each other anyway.
Enid we never really knew each other anyway.
Enid we never really knew each other anyway.
Maybe we always saw right through each other anyway,
But enid we really never knew each other anyway

I can teach you how to dance, how to sing, how to knit,
How to make things that you never ever made before
Enid, I can teach you how to use cookie cutters
To make crazy things out of play-doh.

Little houses, little farms, little accessories for your mom,
For your barbie set, for your friends and your family
Enid, I can teach you how to snowmobile, cross-country ski, snowshoe,
But I don�t want to!

Enid we never really knew each other anyway
Enid we never really knew each other anyway
Maybe we always saw right through each other anyway
But enid we really never knew each other anyway
I took you dancing, paid for your nightschool.

:: 2006 13 March :: 11.42pm

Ugh... tomorrow's going suck.

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:: 2006 13 March :: 6.02pm

Mattel announces the release of models of Limited Edition Barbie dolls for the Metro Grand Rapids Market:

Hudsonville Barbie: This born again version of the previous Barbie comes with a New Testament Bible. Her hands are flexed in the praise position and she gazes upward. While she drives a mini van, it comes with 3 different bumper stickers, Choose Life, Jesus is My Co-Pilot, and WJQ 99.3. As a bonus, she comes with a Crissy doll who was student of the month at the Home Schooled Society.

Cascade Barbie: Has freshness date on package. Do not buy after that date or product may be spoiled rotten. Comes with no appreciation for how the other 95% live. Does not have career or an idea of what makes her happy. When bought in conjunction with Hard Working Ken, she will change her appearance . . .will gain 75 lbs., will cut her hair, and belittle anyone who crosses her. No one, including Ken, is right, ever. Ken's head melts after 17 years.

Sparta Barbie: This pale model comes dressed in her own Wrangler Jeans two sizes too small, a NASCAR shirt, and has a tattoo of a Tweety bird on her shoulder. She has big, stiff hair, a six-pack of BUD long-necks, and a Hank Williams, Jr., CD set. She can spit over 5 feet and can kick mullet-haired Kenny doll's ass when she's drunk. Purchase her pick-up separately and get its Confederate flag bumper stickers absolutely free. Comes with personal concealed gun license.

East Grand Rapids Barbie: This yuppie Barbie comes with a choice of a BMW sports car or a souped-up H2. Included is her Starbucks cup, credit cards, and country club membership. Also available for this set are Shallow Ken and Private School Skipper.

Wyoming Barbie: This tobacco-chewing, brassy-haired Barbie has a pair of high-heeled sandals with one broken heel from the time she chased beer-gutted Ken out of Sparta Barbie's house. Her make-up is dark red lip liner with your choice of lips covered in a sparkly pink or no fill-in at all. Her ensemble includes low-rise acid-washed jeans with assorted colored G-strings that stick out the back and a white see-through halter top. Accessories include a CD player equipped with Bon Jovi CD and a rusty old Ford pickup.

Plainfield Barbie: This Barbie is the same model of Barbie that was released in 1982. She comes with shoulder pads, dark polyester skirt, white pantyhose, and a bad haircut.

Heritage Hill Barbie: This doll, made of actual tofu, has long gray hair and arch less feet, sandals with white socks, no makeup, doesn't shave, and has a mutt. She prefers that you call her "Willow". She thinks Paul Wellstone was a Republican.

Rockford Barbie: This trendy homemaker Barbie is available with your choice of Lexus SUV or Chrysler Town & Country minivan. Her vehicle is used for youth athletic taxi service only. She gets lost easily and has no full-time occupation. Traffic jamming cell phone sold separately. Optional matching gym outfit.

Grandville Barbie: This collagen-injected, rhino-plastic Barbie wears a leopard-print ski outfit and drinks cosmopolitans while she entertains friends at the club. Limited clothing available. Designer mini-skirts and CFM's constitute 90% of her wardrobe. Percocet prescription available. Elderly Ken completes this set. The pre-nup papers are as worthless as the Chinese-made paper they are printed on.

Comstock Park Barbie: This model is only available at the JC Penney Catalog Store or at any parochial school bazaar. It cannot be purchased on Saturday night (because of Trivia nights) or on Sundays (Sunday school class). It comes with a case of Stroh?s Beer, pork steaks, a recipe for Hash Brown Casserole, a 1987 Plymouth Voyager, and one cell phone (circa 1982, big as a toaster) with 15 anytime minutes. She is wearing the latest fashion from Big Lots that she wore on Easter Sunday. It also comes with Ken wearing the latest U of M T-shirt (two sizes too small), a sack of White Castles, and a 72 ounce Big Gulp.

Grand Rapids Barbie: This recently paroled Barbie comes with a 9 mm handgun, a Ray Lewis knife, a Chevy with tinted windows, and her own Meth Lab kit. This Barbie also comes with 6 children by four different Kens.

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:: 2006 11 March :: 9.19pm
:: Mood: pleased
:: Music: Everclear - When It All Goes Wrong Again

One of the many reasons why I love the Silent Hill franchise: I consider watching a prolonged execution, electric-chair style, of my neighbor with the numbers '19121' carved in his forehead while the killer, a 6-year-old boy, looks on while pointing out the window towards my apartment a good time.

:: 2006 6 March :: 1.08pm
:: Mood: discontent
:: Music: Alanis Morissette - Out is Through

Last Night
Let's get this first point out of the way first and then move on to more important matters. Crash is not the best picture of last year. I'd be happy to debate this statement with you, but I won't listen to a word until you have seen Munich, Good Night, Capote, and Brokeback Mtn.

Went to a (free) play yesterday with Christine at the Black Spectrum Theater in Jamiaca based upon the old 1950's sitcom Amos & Andy. Nothing spectacular, but it held my interest for the most part and I got to go to a new place and try something new, two things I live for in this city.

Afterwards, headed to the East Village to my friend Deb's place to watch the Oscars w/ some people from the Learning Processes program. Very entertaining evening; it was too bad that some people had to leave early for morning reponsibilities. Ten arbitrary points to our host for a kick-ass spread.

Left immediately after the conclusion of the awards show to walk (and talk) off the Crash-related letdown. This is where the story takes a turn for the worse. Cut contains copy-and-pasted conversation w/ Ryan regarding my trip home. Not for the faint of heart. :-)

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So, to end this back on a happy note, here's a pic from last night. Motley crew from the LP program, clockwise from left: Deb, me, Roxana, and Alison.

(edit 2:00pm) Thanks to Leeder for this article, couldn't have summed up my feelings about it any better if I had wrote it myself...
Breaking no ground: Why 'Crash' won...

(edit 3:32pm) Just for the record, the Best Pic nominees, in order of personal preference:
1) Munich
2) Good Night, and Good Luck
3) Brokeback Mtn.
4) Capote
5) Crash

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:: 2006 4 March :: 11.38pm
:: Music: Imogen Heap - I Am In Love With You

Oscar Picks
Best Pic: Brokeback Mtn.
Actor: PSH - Capote
Actress: Reese - Walk The Line
Sup. Actor: Clooney - Syriana
Sup. Actress: Amy Adams - Junebug
Director: Ang Lee - Brokeback Mtn.
Original SP: Good Night, & Good Luck
Adapted SP: Constant Gardner
Score: Brokeback Mtn.
Song: Crash
Animated Feature: Wallace & Gromit
Foreign Feature: Tsotsi
Doc. Feature: March of the Penguins

So, I'm decided I'm coming home for my Spring Break (Apr. 13-23). Booked the ticket last night. I'm excited. I like spring and I like the thought of spending some of it with my loved ones.

Tonight aside, I'm having a very laidback and well-adjusted week. I hope I can hold on to it for a while longer.

Tomorrow = Oscar Party @ Deb's. And a 1-year anniversary. Rawr.

I miss last summer. Late night food trips w/ Michelle & Joe. Sitting by the pool. Our apt. at Gull Prairie. That was the greatest...

:: 2006 3 March :: 10.16am
:: Music: Broken Social Scene - Stars and Sons

iTunes-related landmarks
~ Engima - Look of Today (10,000th song added to iTunes library)
~ Bright Eyes - The Biggest Lie (10,000 song played on Audioscrobbler)
~ Jeff Buckley - Live At Sin-� (1,000th album added to iTunes library)

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:: 2006 2 March :: 7.52pm

155 days.

OMFG.

:: 2006 26 February :: 7.26pm

Made a final decision.

:: 2006 26 February :: 2.10am

Motherfucking cocksucker motherfucking shit fucker what am I doing? What am I doing? I don't know what I'm doing. I'm doing the best that I can. I know that's all I can ask of myself. Is that good enough? Is my work doing any good? Is anybody paying attention? Is it hopeless to try and change things? The African guy is a sign, right? Because if he isn't, than nothing in this world makes any sense to me. I'm fucked! Maybe I should quit. Don't quit! Maybe I should just fucking quit. Don't fucking quit! I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to fucking do anymore! Fucker! Fuck shit!