Fact: There are a lot of whiney ass bitches on the internet. And for some reason I can't look away. It's like an underpass falling on Canadians... You just sit there for hours waiting for developements.
I really hope no one is like that with my blog. You'd be coverred in cobwebs.
In reverse Chronological order:
I found out today that a few months ago, right after Lou moved out, there was a rumor circulating that he and his home boys (His similarly fluffy best friend, who from what i know is very nice and the roided out strip club bouncer) were going to come over to "beat us up."
1. Am I 12 again? The last time I seriously threatened to kick the shit out of someone was middle school. Maybe. And to honestly think that those three guys would beat up a house full of people baffles me. It blows my damn mind.
2. The question of which US they were going to beat up. Stewart and NIck for getting therir stuff out of his room in a "reprehensible" manner. Me and Amanda for being there (He also had possesions of mine...) Dee and Steve for not really giving a fuck that he was upset about it. All of us for being grossly negligent of his feelings?
3. How crazy am I that my first response was, "I'd be on the porch with a bat like, 'come on, fuckers.'"
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Canada:
Stewart and I went to Montreal for our 6 month anniversary. We walked an obscene amount. And this is not the Erin obscene standard of further tahn line of vision... LIke 15 miles in 2.5 days. We met two very awesome people (Micheal, our host at the b&b and teh owner of a boutique in teh gay quarter). We ate at La Popessa and got chicken poutine from St. HUbert's. I spend a lot of money on vinyl and we did not go into one Contact Dancing bar or sex shop... Not that I didn't try.
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I'm aking purses for the craft fair teh weekend of the 14th and if you want one, come buy one. Or let me know and i'll put one aside for you to buy. They are mostly cigar boxes and tote bags. and so far, they are amazing.
Pojo is moving in this week and it is most likely that i will be living here full time after Stewart's brother moves out.
It will be such a nice place to live.
30 September 2006
17 September 2006
Final Countdown
Four more working days until Stewart and I go tot Montreal. I am very excited to get out of here, even if it's only for a minivacation. I can't wait to just be able to get away from all of the random bullshit that I get stuck with by osmosis.
Went out last night with Nate. We went to Sophia's and were there early enough that it wasn't retardedly crowded. Cece and Zuch met us there and Stewart came after work. There were, however, elderly regulars who convinced the owner to turn the jukebox up all the way (like had to resort to texting conversation loud) and played My Way, Suspicious Minds and New York, New York. These are all song I like and listen to with some regularity and a little bit of nostalgia, but for fuck's sake, no one, not even me, likes Elvis so loud it hurts your ears. It was an ok time.
I had a dream last night that Stewart left me in Canada for his former hosebeast. And I shoved her into a pit of mud and we were at movie theaters and this kid I worked with for about 3 weeks was there. Weird. But I'm driving to Canada, so I doubt this will happen. And I think I would do more than shove just her into a pit of mud.
I'm exhausted and have to work until midnight. I also need to get cracking on these fancy cigar boxes I'm making. Damn craft fair.
Went out last night with Nate. We went to Sophia's and were there early enough that it wasn't retardedly crowded. Cece and Zuch met us there and Stewart came after work. There were, however, elderly regulars who convinced the owner to turn the jukebox up all the way (like had to resort to texting conversation loud) and played My Way, Suspicious Minds and New York, New York. These are all song I like and listen to with some regularity and a little bit of nostalgia, but for fuck's sake, no one, not even me, likes Elvis so loud it hurts your ears. It was an ok time.
I had a dream last night that Stewart left me in Canada for his former hosebeast. And I shoved her into a pit of mud and we were at movie theaters and this kid I worked with for about 3 weeks was there. Weird. But I'm driving to Canada, so I doubt this will happen. And I think I would do more than shove just her into a pit of mud.
I'm exhausted and have to work until midnight. I also need to get cracking on these fancy cigar boxes I'm making. Damn craft fair.
13 September 2006
Shoot for the moon, even if you miss, you'll be among the stars
Suffocating.
I thought that was funny. Because it is fairly accurate.
I ate half of the scrawniest rotisserie chicken I've ever seen in my life earlier today. It also occurred to me that there is a fair chance that no one I know now understands the chicken significance.
Suffice it to say it was a rough day once I got out of work. I got lost in Granby on my way to meet stewart for his lunch break. Once I got oriented, I was stuck behind a smattering of retarded drivers.
The highlights of said drivers:
Pick up truck man--Backed out of his driveway less than 100ft in front of me on a road with a 45 mph speed limit. Of course I was going faster than that and had to SLAM on my already faulty breaks and hope for the best. Then he went very slow. For the next mile. And sat at the stop sign through three opportunities to get onto the road.
Then I got into the BJs parking area and some aging democrat put on their blinker and slowed down to go into the dodge parking lot. And didn't. Then they coasted to the end on the road and stopped (there is no stop sign.) and turned. And stopped for a significant amount of time at the next stop sign. There is a fair chance I made an excited utterance, but I don't think it would have been loud enough for purple stationwagon to hear. When we finally turned up the main drag so I could meet Stewart at Starbucks, he stopped blocking my passage into the starbucks parking lot (and the driveway of the bank--holding up 2 other cars) looked at me in his rearview mirror, threw up his hands and tried to stare me down. I just said, "What the fuck are you doing." and cut dangerously close to his car to get by. I never lost eye contact and he moved. I really just wanted to Have a Fried Green Tomatoes moment and repeatedly ram into the car. But I am not older, and I probably do not have more insurance.
I parked to some disgusted stares of kids who should have the right to dress themselves revoked and was reminded that even in Chicopee, assholes and yuppies gravitate to Starbucks. But Stewart was in there, and Ryan was working, so I got a hot chocolate and a marshmallow rice square. Had a couple bites and Stewart needed to leave. We had a snippy moment and he yelled at me. I said don't yell at me and we left. I apologized for being a beast and he apologized for raising his voice.
I inadvertently solicited drugs from Nate. I need to get to a dr soon.
Work is still good, even though I'm sleep deprived from swing shift on Sunday. It seems cruel to flip flop someone between first (be here at 730a)and second(stay here til 1130p)when they have a 45 minute commute. I almost passed out on the couch monday morning.
And in the most exciting news category, Stewart and I go to Montreal a week from today. I am excited. I'm sort of searching for a tour guide for while we're up there. We'll see how it goes. But nonetheless, I'm really excited to get out of here.
Schoolyard Bully You are 42% Rational, 100% Extroverted, 71% Brutal, and 42% Arrogant. |
You are the Schoolyard Bully! You focus more on feelings than rationality, and thus tend to be driven by your emotions rather than by a steering wheel, because human beings don't have those. You are probably easy to anger or annoy, for instance. You are also an extrovert who wouldn't mind having a lot of attention, although you may not always get it. Another character trait you possess is your brutality, manifested by the fact that you tend to be aggressive and do not care about the well-being of others. In school, you may have been the kid who stuffed the short kid into lockers, or who distributed swirlies to anyone who scored higher than a B on the science quiz. I wouldn't be surprised if you think the word "faggot" is the greatest insult known to man. Also, you exhibit signs of humility, leading one to conclude that you are actually insecure, because very few people are truly humble AND brutal. Thus, like any schoolyard bully, you seek constant attention for yourself and have no issues with administering beatings because you are quite emotional and easy to upset. Not only that, but your insecurity may be a prime motivation for your brutality. As psychologists have noted, most schoolyard bullies only pick on others because they have a negative self-image. This could possibly be true of you. Either that or you are just really hungry and need lunch money. In short, your personality defects are your brutality, extroversion, irrationality, and your possible insecurity. Go pick on someone your own size! But not me. I'm a midget, I swear.
1. You are more INTUITIVE than rational. 2. You are more EXTROVERTED than introverted. 3. You are more BRUTAL than gentle. 4. You are more HUMBLE than arrogant. Compatibility:
The Emo Kid: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble. The Starving Artist: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Bitch-Slap: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble. The Brute: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Hippie: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble. The Televangelist: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Schoolyard Bully: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble. The Class Clown: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Robot: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble. The Haughty Intellectual: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Spiteful Loner: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble. The Sociopath: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Hand-Raiser: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble. The Braggart: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Capitalist Pig: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble. The Smartass: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The Personality Defect Test written by saint_gasoline on OkCupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test |
I thought that was funny. Because it is fairly accurate.
I ate half of the scrawniest rotisserie chicken I've ever seen in my life earlier today. It also occurred to me that there is a fair chance that no one I know now understands the chicken significance.
Suffice it to say it was a rough day once I got out of work. I got lost in Granby on my way to meet stewart for his lunch break. Once I got oriented, I was stuck behind a smattering of retarded drivers.
The highlights of said drivers:
Pick up truck man--Backed out of his driveway less than 100ft in front of me on a road with a 45 mph speed limit. Of course I was going faster than that and had to SLAM on my already faulty breaks and hope for the best. Then he went very slow. For the next mile. And sat at the stop sign through three opportunities to get onto the road.
Then I got into the BJs parking area and some aging democrat put on their blinker and slowed down to go into the dodge parking lot. And didn't. Then they coasted to the end on the road and stopped (there is no stop sign.) and turned. And stopped for a significant amount of time at the next stop sign. There is a fair chance I made an excited utterance, but I don't think it would have been loud enough for purple stationwagon to hear. When we finally turned up the main drag so I could meet Stewart at Starbucks, he stopped blocking my passage into the starbucks parking lot (and the driveway of the bank--holding up 2 other cars) looked at me in his rearview mirror, threw up his hands and tried to stare me down. I just said, "What the fuck are you doing." and cut dangerously close to his car to get by. I never lost eye contact and he moved. I really just wanted to Have a Fried Green Tomatoes moment and repeatedly ram into the car. But I am not older, and I probably do not have more insurance.
I parked to some disgusted stares of kids who should have the right to dress themselves revoked and was reminded that even in Chicopee, assholes and yuppies gravitate to Starbucks. But Stewart was in there, and Ryan was working, so I got a hot chocolate and a marshmallow rice square. Had a couple bites and Stewart needed to leave. We had a snippy moment and he yelled at me. I said don't yell at me and we left. I apologized for being a beast and he apologized for raising his voice.
I inadvertently solicited drugs from Nate. I need to get to a dr soon.
Work is still good, even though I'm sleep deprived from swing shift on Sunday. It seems cruel to flip flop someone between first (be here at 730a)and second(stay here til 1130p)when they have a 45 minute commute. I almost passed out on the couch monday morning.
And in the most exciting news category, Stewart and I go to Montreal a week from today. I am excited. I'm sort of searching for a tour guide for while we're up there. We'll see how it goes. But nonetheless, I'm really excited to get out of here.
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