What my "About Me" should say...

Saturday, March 29, 2008

So, Kristyn sent me this thing where Id been "tagged" and I had to blog about 12 random things about myself, and then tag 6 more peeps, not including her, to do the same. So, for you, Kristyn, here goes: 1. I am scared to death of/pass out at the sight of blood. 2. I have a fear of not wearing makeup when in public. 3. I wish I were a better writer, secretly. 4. I hate confrontation and seeing physical fights make me have panic attacks. 5. I loooooovvvvveeeeeee to drink milk, but only up to 5 days after it was purchased. 6. I owe more money than you know for student loans, and will be in debt for quite a while. 7. I looooovvvvveeeee chocolate and think its the best thing in the world. 8. I am super-self-conscious about my body 97% of the day and night. 9. I think that people think Im a flake. Im not. 10. I have 2 chihuahuas. 11. I would love to have the guts to get tons of tattoos! 12. I miss college days, but id change some things. I now tag Miss New Booty, Miss Hoots, Dawn, Amber, Jade and Jennoula...

"Keep the Change You Filthy Animal!"

Friday, March 14, 2008

Oh how Home Alone always makes me feel like im a tween again! Greetings from the desk of one Miss Leah Watson. Thats right, my cube, if you will, is the site of this blog. Im on lunch break. I have all the time in the world right now to write because, well, Im anorexic. Its this new idea Ive come up with, seems to be pretty successful so far. If you dont count the hunger pangs and drop in body temperature, its a pretty pleasant diet! Ok, ok, fine. As much as id love to join the anorexia nervosa community on myspace, Im too chicken. By that I mean I like to eat chicken. ANd other foods. Which makes me a failure at anorexia. Oh well, just mark it off the "Things Im Not Very Good At" list, right underneath "Sports", "cooking", and "Being capable of envoking human emotion". I was sitting here (verrry busy...ah-em) and thinking about my life. It hit me that this year alone, Ive made tons of changes/improvements to myself. They never hit me as they were happening, but now I can look back and see that I have been making great strides toward becoming a real-live...adult. (Excuse me, this is hard, i need a moment...*breathe...breathe*) Ok, Im good now. I guess they say every 7 years your body changes, and by 28 you have changed into the shiny adult-model of a human being that your parents have been longing for since you were shitting in diapers and whining everytime you couldnt get a candy bar in the store. Oh yeah, and since they found that bong that you insisted was a "vase" when you were 16. I guess the theory could be right. Youre brand spankin new when youre a baby, and I did notice at 7 I was becoming wayyy more intuitive (and by this I mean I knew what Barbie was gonna want to wear even before she did!). Then at 14, there were of course puberty changes (tiny boobs) but also I began to write. Poetry with my sister Bailey, this thing called "The Story" with my best friend Julie (which has never been spoken of til now). Then theres the age of 21, where, of course, we all start to bar-hop (the respectable people do) and revert back to a time of crying with your skirt in the air in public and going boy crazy (I guess at this time we revisit age 7 and 14, just for a recap). And now Im approaching, reluctantly and with great kicking and screaming, 28, where apparently another change will come into play. I see this already happening, and I will now display some of the changes Ive made and the reasons why I think Im becoming an adult: Donia: Obviously this was a huge change in my life, but a good one nonetheless. Being honest with yourself and standing up for something you believe is a sign of adulthood in that, before growing up, we feel we need to please everyone with everyhting, even if this means sacrificing ourselves. I could get more into this, but its not the time. This is a good one-on-one convo if you ever want my philosophy on my life. Seattle: I love RI, I love the friends and family I have there. I love the life I built. I also (finally) love that I could step outside of that, just for a time, and see other stuff. Other people. Other streets and trees and grass. And another ocean. It will always be cool to say "I lived there once". New cultures and philosophies are interesting and shouldnt be taken for granted... New Job: I am very happy about this change because I actually feel like all the money that will (eventually) go to my student loans will be worth it. Its nice to use my head in a different way now. I would like to stick with the 9-5 also. Those who have always worked that sched just dont appreciate it enough! $$$: This one is two-fold because not only did I take a harsh paycut taking on a new job field, but I also, even before the job change, learned to save $$$ like never before. When I decided in June to move at the end of August, I had to get my ass in gear and figure out a way how. How stupid I have been all these years. The restaurant was a cash cow, and I blew it all on clothes and bars and crap. I did, however, enjoy these nights out in my new clothes with my friends and all the crap, but I now see that I wasnt really thinking ahead. I thought I’d freak out when I learned of the money Id be making here, but then I remembered that I dont buy anyhting anymore. No unnecessary purchases to just stack around the house or shut away in a closet. I am very happy with this lifestyle change, and I encourage others to look at themselves and see what they could eliminate from their consumerism habits. Trust me, saving is actually more fulfilling than new shoes you only wear once... Speaking of shoes: I wear flat shoes now. If you knew me ever you knew that my shoes were tall and big and Id have it no other way. Flash forward to the ankle injury. Flats for a year, and now, theyve stuck. Im currently in the market for some sensible work shoes (never thought those words would come out of my mouth!) Nightlife: I used to go out every Saturday night, no exceptions, and spend a ton at the bar. Then there were also random Miller’s nights, which cost another $20 bucks each week. Now its like out-to-eat once a month and the bar once a month. Occasionally there are random happy hour nights, but its been cut down considerably. (Not being sloppy drunk in bars every night may be the reason why I have no friends here, though.) As far as friends: Well, recently there have been some changes made to the relationships I held back home. Being away from everyone and everything you know causes you to hold on to certain people, those who are most important. Somehow the others fall away. Myspace has really helped me stay in touch, and thank God cuz I hate the phone. I text some people, call a very few, and even write handwritten letters to one! Myspace is most of it though. I just had to let go of some of the bullshit and figure out who, when I took the time out, I wanted to spend time on. YMCA (not the dance): The gym is slowly starting to become part of our lives. We feel great every time we go. I cant wait to see changes in my body and mind (and jeans)...all I know is I never wanna be older and unhealthy. Its not worth it. TV: I have considerably cut down on TV. I cant stress considerably enough! I went from the peak high of TV watching (when I was hurt and unable to drive for months) to the lowest of low (right now). With a 9-5 you dont see TV in the day, I dont get up early enough to see it in the AM, and at night I like to spend time with Donia, we cook, and read and workout and things like that. I watch the shows I really wanna watch only---this includes L WOrd, LOST, A.I. (though Im losing momentum and am giving this up), Biggest Loser (its my first season and I love it), and Jeopardy. Wheel of Fortune sometimes, too, but we dont enjoy that as much. Sometimes when Im bored Ill put the TV on, but seeing as we have more things to do, and a lot less channels than ever, its not a priority anymore. Music: Im trying to open up to new music, but its hard for me. I like the familiar. Ive recently forced myself to take CDs out from the library and force-feed them into my ears. Dialect: Not many people say I have an accent, unless Im upset or worked up, then it emerges slowly. I now like to say fun words like "F" and "whatevs". Its cool to cut words short now, and Ive taken to it with open arms. PM: I go to bed so early now! I cant even believe it myself. The Applebees days kept me up til 2 or 3 AM every night, whether I was working or just hanging out or even home alone! Now, 10 PM and you can stick a fork in me. Im done with the day. On to the next, I say!!! Im at the point in my life, I hate to admit, where Im not a Rockstar anymore. That was our term when wed want our friends to stay out late and party. "But I have to work at 8" "Come on, youre fine, be a rockstar!" And we all would oblige...every time. No one wanted to fail at being a Rockstar. Now, Im woman enough to admit "Im getting up at 7:30, and I dont want to be tired!" (Loser...) Reading, Writing, and Movies: We have Netflix, and in order to fulfill Donia’s "Get more for your money" philosophy, we are forced to watch them promptly, and return them just so we can get more. I dont even think she enjoys them, just has to check them off her list. I was never a movie person, but it is a fun way to spend an evening sometimes, in the comforts of your home with a glass of wine and Chihuahua cuddled in your lap. I write more now ever since I was jobless. I still dont think its great, but hey, a few of you do, and thats cool with me. I have started to look up a lot of blogs, too, and read the work of others. I love it. Who knows, maybe some day therell be a tell-all book (watch out!) I read a lot now becasue I want a better vocab and wanna see peoples’ styles of writing. I also wanna do something that makes me feel like Im being productive, which reading does. My library card is my friend, my only friend, and I love him! A small update, one for my mom: I eat cream cheese and crax still, but I have switched from Town House crax to Wheat. Not as good, but better for me. :) Things I would Like to Change But Havent Yet: Learn to type like a grown up Meet new people at work Find a church around here and go Volunteer with the elderly MAke friends!!!!!!! If any of the things in this blog interest you, comment. Ill answer, if Im not too busy reading and/or watching movies I never wanted to see in the first place..

Philosophy 101

Monday, March 10, 2008

If my point is that I dont have a point, do I then have a point and not have a point at the same time? (something I thought of while in the shower. Wecome to my brain...I suggest you dont stay too long...) Its been a while since Ive written a blog about nothing in particular (aka rambled), so here goes. Id like to thank Starbucks for this [overpriced] cup of coffee, providing me enough caffeine to get thru the morning, as well as this blog... First order of business is last nights dream. I had a crazy amount of dreams last nioght, but the one I remember the best is that I was watching TV and saw a reporter some on and say Justin Timberlake was missing, and that hed been murdered. I was so sad at that moment! I searched this weird house for anyone to talk to because I was so devasstated. I found some kids. So...flash forward to real life, I just told this dream to my friend (not sister) Kara and this was her response: "Justin Timberlake will never die...they will freeze him next to walt disney so that they could eventully find a way to bring sexy back. " Genius! Pure fucking genius! I am kicking myself (which is hard to do, try it) that I didnt think of it first. Kudos, Kara, kudos... I am at "work" right now (I will continue to use quotes until I actaully start becoming busy). Ive spent the morning reading blogs and looking up new blogs I could get into. Right now I love this blog http://marielynbernard.blogspot.com/. Shes funny, a good writer, and shes the girl who recaps the L WOrd every week. Check her out if you want something [with more quality than my stuff] to read. Ive yet to write a fan letter to her because I need to spend time thinking up the perfect comments. Dont wanna be too crazy, but wanna give her the props she deserves. This guy is cool too...http://lozo.blogspot.com/. This weekend was very low key, which is what Im always a fan of. We have been going to the Y now like good girls, trying not to skip a day (and if we do, deciding on a make-up day). So we worked out Saturday. And by work out, I mean we started with some good ole fashioned street-nasty hoop! (Basketball, for you less hip kids). The courts were empty, so I said lets play! We had a small game of one on one, most of the game consisting of us arguing over what the rules were, me "checking" the ball every time I felt it necessary, and pretty much me schooling her! (Translation, I beat her). 5 to 1. Not bad for someone who hasnt played since 6th grade. We sure were sweatin, so as a cool down, we played a classic game of horse. In the end, we both walked off the court HOs... We then went upstairs to the cardio center and did like 20 more minutes up there. Weve decided the bike is boring, the elliptical fun. We ran on the treadmill at a speed of 4, which was frightening at first. I was just waiting for one of us to go flying off the back in a classic treadmill-throws-girl-into-wall sort of scene. Though I didnt want to see her hurt, I was hoping for a good laugh! (oh well...) After that we filled our weekend with none other than a bad-ass trip to the library. Now were ballin! (translation: sarcasm that we are indeed nerds and not cool). Did you know that the library has CDs that you can check out? This ultimately means you can take em home, stick em on your iPod and gain music...for...free!!!!!!! Sweet deal! Im going to do some CD research right after this blog. I suggest you music/iPod buffs do the same... Our final activity of the weekend (I know youre waiting with anticipation) was a trip to Kerry park in the beautiful, ritzy and affluent neighborhood of Queen Anne. Well, leave it to us, and by us I mean Donia of course, to take a bus, but not the best bus, to the park. We end up off the bus, only knowing where we were going by the direction of the pointed finger our bus driver provided us with. So, walking in that general direction on nothing but a wing and a prayer, and with great trepidation, we see a girl unloading something from her trunk. Donia says excuse me, we are looking for Kerry park, and the girl gives us this serious look and says "Will you lift one end of this please...". She said it like it would be our payment for her directions! Donia obliged, and then she said, all serious" Ok, you are pretty far and will need to truck it up that hill about 6 blocks. ummmm...see that guy wayyyyyyy up there, you have to go up those steps and then its to the left". Ok, so weve got our directions, but there are 101 problems with this whole scene. First off: 1. She was strange. And what she needed help with Donia said was actually very light. I hate wussy girls. 2. The hill she pointed to was about an 80 degree angle. The stairs that we saw the man on (we pretended to see the man becasue it was that far and are both blind as bats) was a 90 degree angle. We were fucked. 3. There was a bus that took us all the way up the hill and dropped us right near the park. We did not opt to take that bus. We suck. So we start out on our journey and have no water or snacks. I had to actually stop at one point during one of our rests (we took 2) and use my inhaler. We finally reach the stairway to Heaven (which is where I figured they led cuz we couldnt see the top of them) and we see a man 40 years our senior running up and down them, voluntarily, as exercise! Now we felt dumb and out of shape. We finally make it to the top and see the...park? That patch of grass and benches? Hm, it was a nice view (seeing as we climbed to the top of the world) of Seattle...absolutely alllll of Seattle, but a park? It was a glorified lawn. People in that neighborhood had yards bigger than it! My mom's yard is bigger! We were happy to be there, though, so we took a seat and enjoyed the view. Wow, what a nice place. Oh wait, you dont know, cuz you werent there and we didnt even bring a camera for pictures. Daytrip fumble 86. So we sat for a while, watched the families with their kids run around and play and photograph, and then read a little bit. Were on this I-read-to-Donia-like-shes-a-child kick right now. So I think that what Ive checked out of the library is a book by comedic author Dave Sedaris. I open the book and begin reading one of his short essays, or so I think. Im getting thru it and not laughing, and neither is she. Im bored by the story, and not til I get to the end and read the words "...my husband..." do I shut the book and realize that some woman wrote the book! Some unfunny woman! Dave Sedaris, consequently, wrote the Forward, not the book! Stupid library! When I typed in to search books by him, they led me to that piece of garbage! I found myself frustrated that Id wasted 10 minutes suffering thru her boring childhood memories. What a misleading system this library is! (The CD thing is still cool, though, so...) After my wasted reading time, we climb back down the stairs and got on the closer bus and made it home safe and sound. I had half a mind to march straight to the library and return that crappy book an hour after Id picked it up, throwing it on the counter of the "informnation" desk, and scolding the geek behind the desk to "Get her shit straight!". I didnt, though, cuz Im not that mean, nor do I have roid rage, or anger management problems, or anyhting of the sort. Im so glad Im not one of those people that would actually go thru with a stunt like that. They do exist though, and thats sad to me. So, an end to a fun weekend and now its back to the grind. *HAHAHAHA...grind...thats funny. As if I have work...* Well, I feel Ive blabbed enough. Im sure you feel the same. Check back later in the week for a riveting blog with such topics as 'me needing new shoes' and 'what I ate for lunch'. Its sure to be a killer. Or the boredom'll kill ya, either one... xo

The End of An Era...

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Favre has retired. I hang my head in sadness. I had another blog to write, but I need some time...

Word Nerd

Thursday, February 28, 2008

If anyone watched A.I. Tues. night, you know what the title of this blog is referring to. If not, long story short, one of the contestants loves crossword puzzles and search-a-words--said he had an "obsession", and he called himself a word nerd. I, too, would like to step up and say "Hey! Im not embarassed (ok maybe I am) to say Im a word nerd, too!" As we speak, (as I type, you read) I have a Variety Puzzle book sitting on my desk. It is almost finished and it is 2 weeks old. I loveveveveveveveveveve puzzles and do them absolutely every night. In college I went thru this jigsaw puzzle stage where Id buy em, do em, then glue em and hang em. Tacky (no pun intended), but utterly satisfying to look up while youre peeing and see that gorgeous creation looking back at you. Jigsaws take lots of space, though, which I dont find I have much of these days. Some day maybe Ill have a jigsaw room, where my friends and I willl laughhh and puzzle! hahahaha-youre soooo right. Ill probably have no friends and puzzle alone :( As a child my Nana introduced me to fill ins, which are cooler than crosswords and dont require knowing answers to questions like "Actor Alda?" in order to fill in the grid (update: I now know its Alan). Those were my first and remain my favorite types of puzzles. The circle-a-word seemed to be DJs favorite, but I secretly knew mine were harder to do and for smarter kids (hahahahajkjkjk). No really.

Now I find myself puzzling day and night. I already want to purchase a new book, I hate when Ive run out and have no backups in the house. Its like running out of crack, for a crackhead of course. Doing them online is just not the same. Takes me longer to type the stupid words, and I like to doodle while I puzzle, too. (God, I already sound like a lady with too many cats!) I dont care if anyone wants to judge---go ahead!!! Laugh! Poke fun! When you all come down with Alzheimer's in 50 years, and Im as sharp as a tack, youll be sorry! (Except, well, you probably wont. Youll have Alzheimers. You wont recall you ever did it (aww, sad for you)).

I was thinking that I guess this, along with my love for reading writing and arithmetic, makes me a "nerd" (case in point: I recently was introduced to the website math.com and was way more ecstatic to do random math problems for no reason than I should have been.) I like it. Id take nerd over some other things, like "hobo" or "leper". It brought me to think about all the different types of people there are and why I am not one of them instead:

Redneck: Yes, I grew up in Coventucky (thanks Nina), RI, so one could say Im bordering on this, but I like to fight that point with this one--I have never, nor would I ever, date someone in my immediate family. Or step-family. Thats quite a feat for a redneck. They dont like to branch out, I believe its because their old beat up pick-up trucks probably wouldnt make it to the next county--hell, next neighborhood, in order for them to meet other singles. Stick to the farm [animals]. Also, I dont ever have a blade of grass hanging from my mouth, I dont wear plaid, and I cant milk a cow or spit watermelon seeds really far. Top reason, though: I hate country music. Period.

Gangsta: So Ive been known to run my mouth, while drunk, with the best of em, but never have I been seriously considered "gangsta". I think Im tough, but I know Im not, and this has been the main reason I was never initiated in to a gang. Also, I never found one that suited me. I hate blue, red clashes with my hair, and Im not "Latin" enough, Ive been told. Im still looking for the perfect gang that wears pink and loves dancing to Britney Spears hits. Oh well. Its probably better off, Ill be safer "unaffiliated", but I am disappointed I cant be gangsta for the comfortable fashion. When everyhting is 8 sizes too big, you never feel self-conscious about your body!!!

Preppie: The Gap makes me nervous. I cant see wearing the same shirt every day but in 10 different Earth tones. Its too plain for me, too blah. Argyle sweaters look itchy. Polo shirts with collars popped were cool circa 2004 as and Applebees employee uniform, but I just cant bring myself to do it anymore. I dont feel I fit the part (and dont even get me started on khakis). Too distinguished, too proper, and not colorful enough. Plus, I have too much of a potty mouth for that fashion.

Hippie: I am as far from hippie as Posh Spice or Eminem. I dont hug trees, I dont make my own clothes, dont smoke weed, and definitely dont like The Dead. I eat meat, which i have tried to give up and cant, plus veganism is just wayyyy too much work! I love the Earth, but not like those crazy in love with the Earth peeps. I need to wash my hair, I need to shave my armpits, and I cant run around in flowy chiffon skirts all the time, what shoes would I wear? Oh yeah, none. Not happenin.

Jock: Main reason--I cant dribble a basketball. I cried the first time I was taken to a public court and tried to be taught to do a layup. No, literally. Not just whined about it, like broke down in tears. Ive always wanted to be sporty, but the closest I ever come is going to the gym, which, thank God, im pretty successful at. As for real sports, I was the kid with the asthma that had to sit out after 10 minutes of rigorous play. The closest I come these days is billiards and poker. Those are sports, right? (Just say yes and spare the freckled-red-head's-asthmatic-feelings).

Butch: I like my hair. I like my form-fitting clothes. And I like that Im actually a girl. Some people feel differently, but this is me. Plus, Im not a lezzie, which counts me out right there. Now dont tell any tough gay girls about this, Im scared. (You know, not being gansta and all...)

Yuppie Snob: I dont know anyone like this mainly because when I see them I go the other way. They think theyre better, drink their Starbucks, read their Wall Street journal cover to cover and turn me right off from wanting to associate with them. I like kind people who will flash you a smile, not throw big words at you til youre too confused to think. Maybe Im just not smart enough to fit in with them...or maybe its that I believe theres more to life than reading the dictionary and bragging about how great my boring job is.

Homeless: I feel for them, but this is why I stay off drugs and booze (ok fine, not the last one), keep working, and save my money. Now there are all sorts of reasons people become homeless, of course Im sensitive to that, but I just try to avoid anyhting that may even bring me close. Im a baby in the cold and like my privacy. And we all know what my hair looked like after 7 days without a shower!

Club Kid: Too flashy and drugged up. I dont have the money for it really. I like to remember my weekends, for the most part, and I dont wanna have to live in an 8 bedroom house with 12 roommates if I dont have to, just to support my habit. The act of sucking on a pacifier while wearing sequins and sparkles and dancing like a loony has never been my cup of tea. Or cup of water-to-keep-my-dehydrated-ecstasy-ridden-body-going.

Valley Girl: My voice is too low. I dont have the funding from my "daddy". And I certainly am not wearing short plaid skirts with color-coordinated sweater sets. I dont want people looking at me like my IQ borders on mildly retarded if Im not. And I dont want my 1 priority to be at what age I should get my first job---by that i mean boob job, nose job, and lypo job.

So I guess Ill stick to me. Mean sometimes, sweet sometimes, terribly sarcastic, super geek, but always aiming to please.

(Blehhhhh...I just threw up on myself! Who wrote that last line! She should be beaten and left for dead! Stupid wussy girl.)

**********Special Baby Announcement**************

Welcome to the world, Sadie Rae Willard! Born sometime yesterday, could have weighed 21 lbs and been 34" long for all I know. Keep me in the loop, people!!!! Cute kid though, and shes already on Myspace!!! Her About Me talks about how she likes being born and eating and dislikes being changed and everything else shes never learned yet. Her Who Id Like To Meet includes Jesus, Madonna, and Miley Cyrus.

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~If anyone was offended by any of the things I said Im sorry, I really am. It was not meant to be offensive in any way. Jst a little humor to brighten your day~

~oh yeah, and if you were offended, grow a set...~

Uppers, Downers, and Oscars Galore!

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Blog 63: The title of this blog may be misleading. I love being heavily medicated as much as the next guy, but its not at all what I refer to (this time). Since I left Rhody i havent been sick. Not for a day. Living out of the car, seedy hotel rooms, scorching weather in Vegas and dreary wether here, nothing got me ill. Until, of course, now. My boss was sick two weeks ago, but seeingas we have a totally plutonic relationship (like any normal boss/employer, except maybe a choice few from APPLEBEES!) I figured her sickness would not catch me. Then, Donia was sick. Great, by the time she realized her throat hurt, well, too late. We cough and sneeze all over each other at all times, cute eh?, so I knew I was doomed. Not until after my throat was scratching like newborn kitten did I remember Id bought Airborne. OOPS. Never good with the whole sick thing. So now Im ridin it out. The voice is a little raspy/cute, though, so Im really dealing well with it. Speaking of sick, I was thinking about those people, we all know at least one, who are always 1-upping you with their sicknesses. 1-uppers are my least favorite humans. You know who Im talking about, those people who have to 1-up you with everything. You have a happy story, they have a better one. You have a depressing tale, they have a more tragic one. You got a puppy, they own 5 g..horses all the sudden. You have a cold, theyre dying of some made-up illness. Theyre always trying to outdo you, and you know this because as youre telling your story you can see them thinking about their better story, and it usually begins immediately fter your story. If they dont cut you off. Theres also those people who are just always sick. "How are you?" Sick, so sick, sick for weeks, probably almost dying". "Oh, I have the flu, nothing big, doing ok". "Oh no, mines serious. Killer flu. Im pretty much never healthy, nor will I be healthy again". "Nice talkin to ya". (exit quickly) Then theres the people who I second dont like, but are much more bearable indeed. They are those people who just do dumb shit. For no reason, and theyre not really stupid, they just always end up doing stupid things so carelessly. Though I am not perfect, I most definitely have faults, I am not one of these people. Therefore, I must blame the occurance last weekend on my sickness. (Just let me have that, will ya!?) Or maybe it was drunkedness, I cant really remember. When you drink morning noon and night, it all runs together (heehee...errr...joke?) I woke up Saturday morning and Donia said she had a present for me. Sweet! Saturday presents, whats better than that? Then she follows it up with, "Well, you left it for yourself, so I left it for you". Ugh. What a fun present this is gonna be...I turn the corner of the kitchen and I see a huge brown puddle on the floor. I approach it a little closer and see that its thick, its chocolate, it gooey. Fuck. Its all over the top of the fridge, its all down the side of the fridge, and of course, the floor. So heres the story: the night before we had some drinks. Do with that what you will. Then I just had this urge to make cupcakes. To my surprise, the cupcakes came out phenominally, but there were 24 of them, so I decided to freeze half. Our freezer is full of so much shit, seeing as Donia McFrugal buys enough food for months in advance. If theres a storm, or a disaster, or any end-of-the-world shit going on, we will be fed. And fat. Anywho, I rearranged the freezer to the best of my abilities, first taking things out, then putting things back more orderly. *Ahem*-Almost everything went back, I guess you could say. I apparently put the ice cream, the fi..ull half gallon, on top of the fridge. And left it there. All night. (No wonder everything fit back in so well!) So, I was punished, made to clean up my mess. Oh, but to add to the frustration and stupidity, Nash and Gus had a mighty tasty breakfast that morning, chocolate chips, chocolate, and marshmallow all over the floor. Then Gus threw it all up. 4 times. In various areas of the apartment. Mommy made baby sick :( If he was a human baby and that was poison, Id be charged with neglect! (Though I dont know why Id have poison in the freezer, and I dont know why I wouldnt pay more mind to it thawing on top of the fridge. I needed an analogy, sorry). And then, the thrid worst people to me are those who tell you to do something and then complain its not done exactly to their liking...THEN CLEAN IT YOUR DAMN SELF! Sorry I got loud... Did anyone watch the Oscars? Yeah, neither did the rest of the country, dont worry. Lowest Oscars ina while, down 21% from last year. ("How does she know these stats!?" "Her job, remember, surfing the web aimlessly?" "Oh Yeah") I, of course, the freak I am about awards and celebrities, did tune in. All 3.5 hours. John Stewart was hilarious. The majority of winners were from outside of the US. Good for them. What does that say about us. We dont need a writers strike again, thats for sure. Were all whining about money meanwhile the rest of the world is stealing our little gold statues right out from under us. Stupid Americans (Im pretty sure anytime someone went up and accepted their award and spoke another language, thats what they were saying). The highlight of the night for me was when Juno finally won something! Not movie or actress or supporting, but screenplay. Thats a pretty good one. So, gothic ex-stripper queen Diablo Cody goes up and accepts her award. She is souped! Shes honored! Shes awesome, and trashy, and great! Heres what went on at this moment: Donia: "How much you wanna bet shes not wearing Versace?" Leah: "Or underwear" Go Diablo! Youre on my Top Ten if you have an half-dressed depiction of yourself tattooed on your arm and your name is "Devil" in Spanish. Well, week 4 of the job and yet to meet a right live client. This is gonna suck when I have to actually work at work. Hey, anyone have any baby news for me yet? Im outta the loop. Ok, gotta go, Im using someone elses comp and he is forced to sit on the floor. Poor guy, its not even a clean floor. Oh well, til then...

An apology...

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Just so you know, this blog is being written by a very regretful and sullen person. My name is Donia. Most of you may only know me as 'that other girl pictured with Leah' in most of her albums. I'll cut right to the point. Instead of reading a well thought out and rather witty blog by a one, Ms. Leah Dub, by a series of bad computer choices made by myself this morning, you are stuck reading a whole hearted, yet bordering on pathetic blog by me. Leah did in fact begin a blog this morning, 4 paragraphs of it completed. Yet due to my lack of attention and irresponsibility, that blog no longer exists. Leah took a break from her blogging to take a long overdue, much needed shower when just before entering the bathroom, she turned around towards me, took a deep breath and an overdramatic pause and said "I'm talking a shower. I started my blog, so DON'T shut the computer down." I thought perhaps she was taking me for a capricious, harebrained nitwit (yes nitwit...it'll catch on). I'm not stupid enough to do that. Well, as I began my morning full of overcreamed coffee and googling. I unfortunately, and as stated before, regretably used her "unfinished blog" window to further my research on Golden Garden's Park in Seattle. It took me 5 minutes and the silencing of the showerhead to realize the the window titled "myspace" no longer shown on my desktop. Leah's blog was no longer a work in progress. I do apologize (again) for any inconvenience this may have caused to your morning, er afternoon. Hopefully a new and improved blog by Ms. Leah Dub will be coming soon. Please forgive my idiotness. ...and for a small sneak peak of the blog to come. Let's just say I'm not the only idiot in the house Now carry on... Sincerely, A very, very sorry Donia Lee...