I'm watching random sports interviews on YouTube and I think my IQ has dropped about 5000000 precious points.
Every single interview features the athlete saying "uh" about 200 times in a 30 second snippet.
I mean, really, is it that hard to find words?!
Jussayin'.
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Sunday, May 17, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things.
I have no rhyme or reason to this post (or any of my posts for that matter). Sooooo...
The teams I am/was rooting for in the Stanley Cup playoffs (in Spanglish):
Blackhawks de Chicago (this team = ♥... my main team right now)
Canadiens de Montreal (now out... but lets not shit ourselves, we knew it wasn't gonna happen)
Capitals de Washington (hurry up and win this series, m'dearies.)
Hurricanes de Carolina (i can haz drayson bowman in a suit?)
Penguins de Pittsburgh
Canucks de Vancouver
Yaaaaaaaay NHL ploffs!
Random Rant:
Dear people of the male persuasion (well, no one in particular, just some),
Get over yourselves. I may think you're cute/hot/somewhat attractive/tolerable, but honestly, it doesn't mean shit. Doesn't mean I wanna screw your brains out, bear your future children, or even hang out with you and your bloated ego. Personality is the deal-breaker, behbehs. Weird, huh?
Random Rave:
I had a pint of gin and a pint of Malibu and didn't even know it! HALLELUJAH!
//end random bullshit
The teams I am/was rooting for in the Stanley Cup playoffs (in Spanglish):
Blackhawks de Chicago (this team = ♥... my main team right now)
Canadiens de Montreal (now out... but lets not shit ourselves, we knew it wasn't gonna happen)
Capitals de Washington (hurry up and win this series, m'dearies.)
Hurricanes de Carolina (i can haz drayson bowman in a suit?)
Penguins de Pittsburgh
Canucks de Vancouver
Yaaaaaaaay NHL ploffs!
Random Rant:
Dear people of the male persuasion (well, no one in particular, just some),
Get over yourselves. I may think you're cute/hot/somewhat attractive/tolerable, but honestly, it doesn't mean shit. Doesn't mean I wanna screw your brains out, bear your future children, or even hang out with you and your bloated ego. Personality is the deal-breaker, behbehs. Weird, huh?
Random Rave:
I had a pint of gin and a pint of Malibu and didn't even know it! HALLELUJAH!
//end random bullshit
Monday, March 16, 2009
Places to see, people to do.
I was out-and-about con mi amiga this afternoon and found these shot glasses. I pretty much had to laugh my ass off. I forgot to get pics, but there were also some shot glasses that said "I &hearts Jesus." haha Goooo figure.
Yeah, don't drink, kids. It's bad for ya.
Anyway, I think I'm going to the Friday ploff game. Pretty much excited. Gonna bring one of my friends along for her first hockey game EVAR, too. YAY!
Um, so I'm seriously considering trying out to sing the anthems (Canadian and US) for a game or something for next season (it's probably too late for anything this season). "Dave Schultz" introduced the idea to me. I dunno, though. It may require copious amounts of alcohol and proverbial balls on my part. It would be nice to do something new-slash-different. Could be fun. But I'm still kickin' that idea around...
Tomorrow night is the makeup game against the Spokanistan Queefs (thanks to Kimberly for the ticket!!). Originally, I couldn't go because of recording, but as luck would have it, half of the Queefs gots teh foodz poisoning and pussed out and postponed the game to a night where I could go. YAY! (Note: I'm not exactly stoked that they are sick, but just the fact that the date changed makes me happy. C'mon, I'm not that mean!)
I also have a performance tomorrow night (well, technically tonight) which happens to start at 7:30 PM. Coincidentally, the hockey game starts at 7:05 PM. Eff. But I have a plan. And I'll make it to the game. I should be golden. Gonna sit with a whole new group of people and I'm STOKED! I love meeting new people! :)
BTW, have I ever mentioned how much I love our team??
And FYI, we won the game last night. Plouffy is injured (NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and Spencer totally checked a Coug from behind (this may or may not be taken in a horrible way) and accidentally kinda fucked him up. Behbeh is now suspied (ohh you hockey players and your nonsensical words). Not sure what exactly is wrong with the Coug dude, but if you're laying on the ice, writhing in pain for like 5 minutes, I'm gonna assume the sitch isn't good. So Spencer... my darling, sweet, dimpled, little Spencer... please be careful. I hate seeing you not play. But, I'm not gonna lie, I like seeing you in a suit, too. But that's another blog for another day. So yeah. Please be careful. :)
On a sidenote, Jimmy Fallon's late night show SUCKS. I'm sorry, baby. You're just not funny. You try waaaaay too hard. You're awkward. Oh, and you're NOT Conan, so quit trying to take on his little quirks and whatnot. It doesn't work. :(
And on another sidenote, I just wanna say "hey, thank you! you're awesome and you kick large amounts of hind-end!" to those who follow my blog and anyone else who happens to stumble upon my incessant ramblings published for all to see. Seriously, I'm surprised even one person wants to read this shit. lol So, thanks! :) I'm gonna go eat cupcake now to celebrate. lol
Sunday, March 15, 2009
"Someone find me my pants! I've got work to do!"
As you are aware, this is the interwebz. It's kinda hard to really get to know someone through it. So, I thought maybe I'd just post a bunch of random facts about moi so you get some idea of what I'm like. lol
-I CONSTANTLY have people asking me where the hell my parents got my name. I don't know. I wish I had some superawesome story behind my horribly crappy name, but I don't. I should probably make something up, eh?
-I use to be a drummer for like 8 years. I was head of my drumline all four years of high school. I pissed off just about every guy (I was the only girl, too) in the line my freshman year, almost got into a fist-and-drumstick fight with one of 'em (totally band geeky, right?!), and argued over techniques/rhythms/etc. all the time. It seriously took me a year just to finally get in the good with those fuckers (not that I cared or anything, though) after they saw I was serious. I still talk to those guys. :) In fact, we're all really good friends. GO FIGURE!
-My family has all of North America covered: My dad's fam is from Mexico and my Mom's family is from Quebec.
-I've performed in front of a crowd of 10,000. Drumsolo included.
-I went to a small effin' high school and lived in an even smaller town.
-I live with one of my best friends. We've known each other since 6th grade and we are TOTAL opposites as far as interests go, but we get along soooo well. She's the sister God never gave me. lol
-My hate for the Spokanistan Chiefs started at an early age for me. I was at a Chiefs/Ams game when I was 11 and some drunk fucker (a Chiefs fan, of course) turned around and yelled at me to "fuck off" because I cheered for the Ams.
-I grew a little after I graduated high school. WTF.
-Proud owner of three tattoos. A star (I know, how original) on my upper-middle back, a treble clef on my right shoulder and a bass clef on my left shoulder. They actually have some symbolism believe-it-or-not.
-I wanna be a doctor someday. I'm not sure if I wanna be an ophthalmologist or do something in the neuroscience area.
-Speaking of school, I'm a pre-med psych major, but I've taken a SHITLOAD of music classes.
-Golf on TV drives me BONKERS.
-Road rage? I gots it. I CANNOT STAND IDIOT DRIVERS. I yell, I honk my horn, sometimes flip the bird, give the stink eye, etc. It's terrible.
-My birthday falls on Thanksgiving every once-in-a-while. It actually ruins my birthday because no one is ever available to hang out because they're with their fam. lol
-Despite my undying love for sleep, I never get enough.
-My brain never stops thinking (yeah, that didn't sound unintelligent) and it interferes with said sleep. In high school, I'd drink NyQuil to make myself pass out so I could sleep. Now that I'm out of the house, I just make myself stay up to the point where I may fall over from exhaustion at any given moment. It's the only way I don't drive myself insane.
-My little broseph and I are really close. He's the coolest kid I know. He makes me so proud. I miss him a lot.
-I played softball and did track in high school. I was also a dance team member. bwahahahahahaaaaaa
-I was on homecoming court and was ASB president.
-Use to be a hardcore vegetarian. I still don't eat much meat and I adore anything soy. :)
-I use to be in two bands while in high school. The first one sucked because I ended up having to tell the guys what to play and the second one was great because I didn't have to.
-I could EASILY eat chicken every single, stinkin' day and NEVER get sick of it. Same goes for mangoes.
-Charles Bukowski is my favorite author EVAAAR. He kinda warped my young, malleable mind, though. lol
-I CONSTANTLY have people asking me where the hell my parents got my name. I don't know. I wish I had some superawesome story behind my horribly crappy name, but I don't. I should probably make something up, eh?
-I use to be a drummer for like 8 years. I was head of my drumline all four years of high school. I pissed off just about every guy (I was the only girl, too) in the line my freshman year, almost got into a fist-and-drumstick fight with one of 'em (totally band geeky, right?!), and argued over techniques/rhythms/etc. all the time. It seriously took me a year just to finally get in the good with those fuckers (not that I cared or anything, though) after they saw I was serious. I still talk to those guys. :) In fact, we're all really good friends. GO FIGURE!
-My family has all of North America covered: My dad's fam is from Mexico and my Mom's family is from Quebec.
-I've performed in front of a crowd of 10,000. Drumsolo included.
-I went to a small effin' high school and lived in an even smaller town.
-I live with one of my best friends. We've known each other since 6th grade and we are TOTAL opposites as far as interests go, but we get along soooo well. She's the sister God never gave me. lol
-My hate for the Spokanistan Chiefs started at an early age for me. I was at a Chiefs/Ams game when I was 11 and some drunk fucker (a Chiefs fan, of course) turned around and yelled at me to "fuck off" because I cheered for the Ams.
-I grew a little after I graduated high school. WTF.
-Proud owner of three tattoos. A star (I know, how original) on my upper-middle back, a treble clef on my right shoulder and a bass clef on my left shoulder. They actually have some symbolism believe-it-or-not.
-I wanna be a doctor someday. I'm not sure if I wanna be an ophthalmologist or do something in the neuroscience area.
-Speaking of school, I'm a pre-med psych major, but I've taken a SHITLOAD of music classes.
-Golf on TV drives me BONKERS.
-Road rage? I gots it. I CANNOT STAND IDIOT DRIVERS. I yell, I honk my horn, sometimes flip the bird, give the stink eye, etc. It's terrible.
-My birthday falls on Thanksgiving every once-in-a-while. It actually ruins my birthday because no one is ever available to hang out because they're with their fam. lol
-Despite my undying love for sleep, I never get enough.
-My brain never stops thinking (yeah, that didn't sound unintelligent) and it interferes with said sleep. In high school, I'd drink NyQuil to make myself pass out so I could sleep. Now that I'm out of the house, I just make myself stay up to the point where I may fall over from exhaustion at any given moment. It's the only way I don't drive myself insane.
-My little broseph and I are really close. He's the coolest kid I know. He makes me so proud. I miss him a lot.
-I played softball and did track in high school. I was also a dance team member. bwahahahahahaaaaaa
-I was on homecoming court and was ASB president.
-Use to be a hardcore vegetarian. I still don't eat much meat and I adore anything soy. :)
-I use to be in two bands while in high school. The first one sucked because I ended up having to tell the guys what to play and the second one was great because I didn't have to.
-I could EASILY eat chicken every single, stinkin' day and NEVER get sick of it. Same goes for mangoes.
-Charles Bukowski is my favorite author EVAAAR. He kinda warped my young, malleable mind, though. lol
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Move over, Betty Crocker- there's a new kitchen bitch in town.
As some of you may know, I made some cupcakes the other night. Slaved over a hot oven and baked me some cuppies. Oh, and I watched the Ams play Seattle and Liveblogged at the same time. Multitasking? I gots it.
I didn't want to just slather those puppies with frosting and call it "good" because face it- it's not good. You gotta decorate.
So I decided to adorn my newborn cupcakes with red and blue and hockey goodness.
I shanked like 6 cupcakes, too. But you won't see those. :)
I'm gonna warn you- they look like shit. But then again, I'm not a Costco cake decorator, so you shouldn't have had any expectations. bwahahahahahahaaaaaa
Here's the cupcake army. I put the last names of all the boys on 'em. Like I said in a previous post, some of those last names are killer. I couldn't fit them on a cupcake. GAH. So I had to resort to using nicknames. But I love them all equally. :)
Ohhh, I wuv this team.
This one is for "Dave Schultz". Sorry I kinda shanked the writing, but for reals, it was the best my tired little hand could do. lol
I had to do this. I tried to fit "Spokanistan" on a cupcake, but that was a FAIL. Some of you have already seen this on my Facebook. :)
I have some more pics of the cuppies upclose-and-personal, but I don't really feel like putting those up at the moment. I'll probably come back and edit this post later and pop those suckers in here, though.
So there ya go. I made cupcakes. I would totally give them to the team, but not too long ago, "Dave Schultz" tried to give the team waffle cookies, and somehow, the cookies were lost between the hands of the team trainer and the guys. I don't wanna risk it. :)
I didn't want to just slather those puppies with frosting and call it "good" because face it- it's not good. You gotta decorate.
So I decided to adorn my newborn cupcakes with red and blue and hockey goodness.
I shanked like 6 cupcakes, too. But you won't see those. :)
I'm gonna warn you- they look like shit. But then again, I'm not a Costco cake decorator, so you shouldn't have had any expectations. bwahahahahahahaaaaaa
Here's the cupcake army. I put the last names of all the boys on 'em. Like I said in a previous post, some of those last names are killer. I couldn't fit them on a cupcake. GAH. So I had to resort to using nicknames. But I love them all equally. :)
Ohhh, I wuv this team.
This one is for "Dave Schultz". Sorry I kinda shanked the writing, but for reals, it was the best my tired little hand could do. lol
I had to do this. I tried to fit "Spokanistan" on a cupcake, but that was a FAIL. Some of you have already seen this on my Facebook. :)
I have some more pics of the cuppies upclose-and-personal, but I don't really feel like putting those up at the moment. I'll probably come back and edit this post later and pop those suckers in here, though.
So there ya go. I made cupcakes. I would totally give them to the team, but not too long ago, "Dave Schultz" tried to give the team waffle cookies, and somehow, the cookies were lost between the hands of the team trainer and the guys. I don't wanna risk it. :)
Not sure if you got the memo, but NASCAR isn't a sport.
Ams lost last night and Boston lost today.
BAH-FREAKIN'-HUMBUG.
And I'm being subjected to NASCAR right now. Well, "right now" being the next 2 hours. UGH. I'm sorry, but sitting your happy ass in a car that goes over 150 MPH and driving it around in circles isn't a sport; it's glorified speeding. So if I hear someone say "I love sports like NASCAR, underwater basketweaving, etc." I may have to shank someone. Oh, and it's the most commercialized, corporate bullshit I've ever seen. How many fucking logos can they stick on one car?! GAAAAH.
I've had to listen to my roommate gush about some guy who passed a kidney stone or some shit over the weekend and decided to bite the bullet and race.
"Wow, he's doing really good for someone who is passing a kidney stone!"
First off, the motherfucker isn't running laps or anything, so chill the fuck out. He's sitting in a car. Driving. WOOOOWWWW. Secondly, I'm sure his stone has passed, so the pain is gone (I should know, I've passed one before). So quit making him sound like a fuckin' hero. And lastly, I DON'T GIVE A SHIT.
500 miles of this. FML.
BAH-FREAKIN'-HUMBUG.
And I'm being subjected to NASCAR right now. Well, "right now" being the next 2 hours. UGH. I'm sorry, but sitting your happy ass in a car that goes over 150 MPH and driving it around in circles isn't a sport; it's glorified speeding. So if I hear someone say "I love sports like NASCAR, underwater basketweaving, etc." I may have to shank someone. Oh, and it's the most commercialized, corporate bullshit I've ever seen. How many fucking logos can they stick on one car?! GAAAAH.
I've had to listen to my roommate gush about some guy who passed a kidney stone or some shit over the weekend and decided to bite the bullet and race.
"Wow, he's doing really good for someone who is passing a kidney stone!"
First off, the motherfucker isn't running laps or anything, so chill the fuck out. He's sitting in a car. Driving. WOOOOWWWW. Secondly, I'm sure his stone has passed, so the pain is gone (I should know, I've passed one before). So quit making him sound like a fuckin' hero. And lastly, I DON'T GIVE A SHIT.
500 miles of this. FML.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Oh, snap. :)
Spokant just sent me a little comment on Facebook regarding my status (of course, it's team-related). Made me laugh. haha
My status is "Dear boys: why? Love always, Me."
Spokant's response?
"Dear Millicent,
We lost on purpose so Spokanistan would have to play Seattle instead of Kamloops in the playoffs. Seriously, it was our plan all along. No joke. Fur realz.
Love always,
The Boys
(not really, it was me, Sara)"
lol
Ohhh, I loves it. I'll admit, I'm being a little too intense about this little loss for our boys. I mean, they DID just win the division title. AND they are 16-20 year old boys. AND they probably are a bit excited about life at the moment. AND we should probably do anything (within reason) to make sure Spokanistan struggles, SO I'm sure the second game against a hungry team of T-birds wasn't a huge deal to them. Jussayin'. :) And my team is AWESOME, so I'm sure this was all thoughtfully planned. Or I'm hoping it was. lol
Oh, I hart mah hockee frendz.
And good luck to the hockee frendz who are fiercly working on those scrapbooks for the team... I bet they look great! :) And don't get too many papercuts.
My status is "Dear boys: why? Love always, Me."
Spokant's response?
"Dear Millicent,
We lost on purpose so Spokanistan would have to play Seattle instead of Kamloops in the playoffs. Seriously, it was our plan all along. No joke. Fur realz.
Love always,
The Boys
(not really, it was me, Sara)"
lol
Ohhh, I loves it. I'll admit, I'm being a little too intense about this little loss for our boys. I mean, they DID just win the division title. AND they are 16-20 year old boys. AND they probably are a bit excited about life at the moment. AND we should probably do anything (within reason) to make sure Spokanistan struggles, SO I'm sure the second game against a hungry team of T-birds wasn't a huge deal to them. Jussayin'. :) And my team is AWESOME, so I'm sure this was all thoughtfully planned. Or I'm hoping it was. lol
Oh, I hart mah hockee frendz.
And good luck to the hockee frendz who are fiercly working on those scrapbooks for the team... I bet they look great! :) And don't get too many papercuts.
Oops, better change the sheets: they shit the bed.
Um, yeah. We lost tonight.
6-to-muthafuckin'-0. T-birds.
As "Dave Schultz" said:
"Yesterday division winners, today shit the bed."
Yes, we did have a crapton of people missing- Toll, Kruise, Petr, Mason, Chet and my suspended Hockey Hubby (why, bbi, why?!). Oh, and coach was suspended, too. While we are on the topic of suspensions: Stop fighting, boys. As hawt as it may be, you eventually pay a price. Jussayin'. We did have some behbeh Ams tonight- Yuen and Humps. WOOHOO!! We were all pretty stoked about that. :) Marty started, but we later got Ows in the there (aww, go bbi!!).
Not a whole lot to say about the game. We didn't do much. Asuchak ran over Hickey (mwahahahahaha). I laughed.
But, hey, we're still U.S. division champs, right?? Riiiight????!! Ohhh, science.
I also made some cupcakes last night. Decorated them in support of my hockey hunks. It was also a BITCH to write some of their last names on a 2 1/2" wide cupcake. Apparently some last names weren't meant to be put on cupcakes?? I keed, I keed. I had to use nicknames on some. Then I attempted the real thing on some. I may or may not have carpal tunnel after all that decorating. But I will get some pics up later tonight or tomorrow. :) My roommate was impressed with my domestic diva-ness. lol But we won't talk about the 6 shanked cupcakes either...
More later. :)
6-to-muthafuckin'-0. T-birds.
As "Dave Schultz" said:
"Yesterday division winners, today shit the bed."
Yes, we did have a crapton of people missing- Toll, Kruise, Petr, Mason, Chet and my suspended Hockey Hubby (why, bbi, why?!). Oh, and coach was suspended, too. While we are on the topic of suspensions: Stop fighting, boys. As hawt as it may be, you eventually pay a price. Jussayin'. We did have some behbeh Ams tonight- Yuen and Humps. WOOHOO!! We were all pretty stoked about that. :) Marty started, but we later got Ows in the there (aww, go bbi!!).
Not a whole lot to say about the game. We didn't do much. Asuchak ran over Hickey (mwahahahahaha). I laughed.
But, hey, we're still U.S. division champs, right?? Riiiight????!! Ohhh, science.
I also made some cupcakes last night. Decorated them in support of my hockey hunks. It was also a BITCH to write some of their last names on a 2 1/2" wide cupcake. Apparently some last names weren't meant to be put on cupcakes?? I keed, I keed. I had to use nicknames on some. Then I attempted the real thing on some. I may or may not have carpal tunnel after all that decorating. But I will get some pics up later tonight or tomorrow. :) My roommate was impressed with my domestic diva-ness. lol But we won't talk about the 6 shanked cupcakes either...
More later. :)
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Millicent needs sleep.
Oh my fucking gosh, I'm so sick of this crappy, indecisive weather. It was like hailing 10 minutes ago and pulling some monsoon crap right before that. doubleyouteeFUCK.
I have a gig tomorrow. Ugh. I don't really wanna do it either. My head is somewhere other than music at the moment.
I feel like someone kicked the shit outta me. Hmm. If I'm getting sick, I'm gonna kick someone in the shins. If I get sick now, recording next weekend is gonna SUCK. Probably to the point where I won't have a voice. :( And I kinda need that thing.
I'm currently running off of a bagle and two bajillion milligrams of caffiene. I may want to look into eating someday. lol
Can't freakin' wait to get my playoff tickets!! I hope I get the seats I wanted. If I don't, I'm gonna cry like a little bitch, get over it, and sit wherever they put me. I can't hold grudges.
And the quarter is almost OVER! Hory chit, that was fast (TWSS). And anthropology is kicking my ass.
But on a good note, I wuv my new hockey friendlies. They are the BESTEST. Like hella. ;)
I have a gig tomorrow. Ugh. I don't really wanna do it either. My head is somewhere other than music at the moment.
I feel like someone kicked the shit outta me. Hmm. If I'm getting sick, I'm gonna kick someone in the shins. If I get sick now, recording next weekend is gonna SUCK. Probably to the point where I won't have a voice. :( And I kinda need that thing.
I'm currently running off of a bagle and two bajillion milligrams of caffiene. I may want to look into eating someday. lol
Can't freakin' wait to get my playoff tickets!! I hope I get the seats I wanted. If I don't, I'm gonna cry like a little bitch, get over it, and sit wherever they put me. I can't hold grudges.
And the quarter is almost OVER! Hory chit, that was fast (TWSS). And anthropology is kicking my ass.
But on a good note, I wuv my new hockey friendlies. They are the BESTEST. Like hella. ;)
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
"Does Wayne Brady need to choke a bitch?"
It rained like non-fucking-stop today. What gives, weather?? I'm sick of this crap. Please stop.
Dear singers, quit modulating the Lauridsen piece we're doing. I mean, if you're gonna do it, do it right and make sure everyone knows. BUT, we AREN'T modulating SHIT, so STOP IT. It's called "getting the pitches right, bitches." DO IT.
Oh, and if you're a soprano, quit singing nasally. I swear, I will gouge out your vocal cords if you think going completely nasal for those high notes is helping you- it's not. FAIL. Learn to sing, will ya?!
So I've got those gripes out of the way.
Mikaela gave me the link to the Coach Sauter interview. Check that shit here. He's delusional. Yeah a non-intentional "bump" doesn't knock out a goalie. Assbag.
On a good note, our very own Mitch Fadden is the WHL Player of the Week. He's just been phenomenal this season. So awesome. But I'm sure he knows he's amazing since talking with "Dave Schultz" during the post-game skate the other night. lol ;) Gotta love it.
I don't really have anything to say at this point. Kinda stressed out right now. I need sleep.
Zzzzzzz.
Dear singers, quit modulating the Lauridsen piece we're doing. I mean, if you're gonna do it, do it right and make sure everyone knows. BUT, we AREN'T modulating SHIT, so STOP IT. It's called "getting the pitches right, bitches." DO IT.
Oh, and if you're a soprano, quit singing nasally. I swear, I will gouge out your vocal cords if you think going completely nasal for those high notes is helping you- it's not. FAIL. Learn to sing, will ya?!
So I've got those gripes out of the way.
Mikaela gave me the link to the Coach Sauter interview. Check that shit here. He's delusional. Yeah a non-intentional "bump" doesn't knock out a goalie. Assbag.
On a good note, our very own Mitch Fadden is the WHL Player of the Week. He's just been phenomenal this season. So awesome. But I'm sure he knows he's amazing since talking with "Dave Schultz" during the post-game skate the other night. lol ;) Gotta love it.
I don't really have anything to say at this point. Kinda stressed out right now. I need sleep.
Zzzzzzz.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
It's 2-something in the morning.
You should know I'm a really expressive person. I like to express myself through various mediums, but mostly through art. So I decided to express myself on my picture editing program.
This about sums it up:
Yeah, you should also know I've got a Ph.D in Bullshit as well.
Ohhh, science.
This about sums it up:
Yeah, you should also know I've got a Ph.D in Bullshit as well.
Ohhh, science.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Fuck me running sideways.
Edit: pathetic ex has given up (I think). Praise baby Jesus!
I almost forgot... going to Seattle on Friday for an anthropology thing... I'm such a nerd. Gonna see Lucy! Oh, and I got 7.5 hours of sleep last night. That's like 3.5 more than I usually get! But I still feel like a truck hit me, then went and backed up over me again. Heh.
I've just come to the conclusion that my life is boring, but I'm not totally bothered by that. I must be getting old or something. haha
Oh, and on a super-awesome-spectacular note, my friend Shaina got me Starbucks this morning. For no reason. lol It was pure awesome. Made my week. And I just got offered a ticket to the game tomorrow night (thank you again!). Automatically, my week is kick-ass because of these two things. On top of that, my bro is coming to visit me this weekend. WOOHOO!
I almost forgot... going to Seattle on Friday for an anthropology thing... I'm such a nerd. Gonna see Lucy! Oh, and I got 7.5 hours of sleep last night. That's like 3.5 more than I usually get! But I still feel like a truck hit me, then went and backed up over me again. Heh.
I've just come to the conclusion that my life is boring, but I'm not totally bothered by that. I must be getting old or something. haha
Oh, and on a super-awesome-spectacular note, my friend Shaina got me Starbucks this morning. For no reason. lol It was pure awesome. Made my week. And I just got offered a ticket to the game tomorrow night (thank you again!). Automatically, my week is kick-ass because of these two things. On top of that, my bro is coming to visit me this weekend. WOOHOO!
Monday, February 23, 2009
psssssh.
Effin' right, beezy.
I think I'm out of that musical rut.
I had to sing. Again. Today.
I grabbed that song by the hair and had my way with it. UNNNNHHH!!!
What now, son?!
I think I'm on the up-and-up now. Wooohooo!!
I gotz a Twitter as well now. Jumped on that bandwagon. Follow me or something. :)
I think I'm out of that musical rut.
I had to sing. Again. Today.
I grabbed that song by the hair and had my way with it. UNNNNHHH!!!
What now, son?!
I think I'm on the up-and-up now. Wooohooo!!
I gotz a Twitter as well now. Jumped on that bandwagon. Follow me or something. :)
Millicent needs to..
learn how to go to bed at a humane hour so she doesn't oversleep and miss her class.
FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL.
And I don't even wanna have rehearsal today. I'm SO sick of singing. Actually, I have to perform today. SHIT. FUCK FUCK FUCK.
FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL.
And I don't even wanna have rehearsal today. I'm SO sick of singing. Actually, I have to perform today. SHIT. FUCK FUCK FUCK.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
"You can use that ass as an extra cupholder, y'know."
I GOT MY SPOKANISTAN SHIRT!
WOOHOO!
I got home, and found that sweet little bundle of hot on my doorstep. Thanks, UPS! Even if it did take THREE DAYS instead of TWO (don't think I'm not gonna bitch about this). :) I can't wait to rock that bitch tomorrow (technically today)!
I also had the world's biggest hamburger today as well and I am not recovering well.
And huge ass thanks to "Dave Schultz" for keeping my lame ass updated on the Ams game tonight while I was gigging!! It would have drove me insane to NOT know what was going on or anything. I didn't want any rude surprises. lol So thanks again! :)
WOOHOO!
I got home, and found that sweet little bundle of hot on my doorstep. Thanks, UPS! Even if it did take THREE DAYS instead of TWO (don't think I'm not gonna bitch about this). :) I can't wait to rock that bitch tomorrow (technically today)!
I also had the world's biggest hamburger today as well and I am not recovering well.
And huge ass thanks to "Dave Schultz" for keeping my lame ass updated on the Ams game tonight while I was gigging!! It would have drove me insane to NOT know what was going on or anything. I didn't want any rude surprises. lol So thanks again! :)
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Well, who run dis bitch? We run dis bitch!
I'm a tired hobag. A really tired hobag.
So I attempted to post an acutal blog to this shizz via cell phone via our van on tour this morning, but apparently, it was nothing but pure FAIL.
I sang for FOUR FUCKING HOURS today. I had about a total of 30 minutes where I got to sit and shut my yap, but that was about it. I couldn't eat all day. Well, I did have a very small protein shake and a sugar-free Red Bull at like 6 this morning, but holy shit, it doesn't last. And we couldn't stop anywhere for food. We were almost late for our first gig. I didn't eat until about 4 this afternoon. Back on the road again at 7 AM. Thank God that's the last day. SHORTEST TOUR EVER. And on top of this potential shitfest, I skinned my freakin' knuckle. Bled like a bitch. Soaked through a sweet smiley face bandaid and had to resort to a ghetto bandaid.
I'm in a musical rut right now as well. My soloing is sucking ass. Terribly. I have like noooo confidence (for whatever reasons). My scatting is totally uninspired and lost. No direction. I have no idea what's happened to me. I'm pissed off at myself, and that's the worst kind of pissed off. Maybe I need a break.
My baby broseph wants to visit me!! Ah! I'm stoked. He's not really my "baby" broseph, though. He's more like 6'1", 230 pounds of "baby" broseph, but either way, he's my baby broseph. He wanted to come down this weekend, but I'm booked all weekend. I would totally take him to the Saturday battle, I mean, game (Ams vs. Spokanistan), but my other ticket has been spoken for. I miss my brother, though, and luckily, he agreed to come down the weekend after. Awwwwwww.
SWEET MOTHER OF GOD.
I just found an mp3 of the "Total Body Workout" from Arnold Schwarzenegger... He's narrating some exercises while "It's Raining Men" is playing in the backgroud. OMG. I think I just peed a little. I'll admit, when he says "up... down... up... down... Give me two more!" with The Weather Girls playing in the background, I have to laugh a little. Just a little. haha
Man, my day has been AWESOME. bwahahahaha
So I attempted to post an acutal blog to this shizz via cell phone via our van on tour this morning, but apparently, it was nothing but pure FAIL.
I sang for FOUR FUCKING HOURS today. I had about a total of 30 minutes where I got to sit and shut my yap, but that was about it. I couldn't eat all day. Well, I did have a very small protein shake and a sugar-free Red Bull at like 6 this morning, but holy shit, it doesn't last. And we couldn't stop anywhere for food. We were almost late for our first gig. I didn't eat until about 4 this afternoon. Back on the road again at 7 AM. Thank God that's the last day. SHORTEST TOUR EVER. And on top of this potential shitfest, I skinned my freakin' knuckle. Bled like a bitch. Soaked through a sweet smiley face bandaid and had to resort to a ghetto bandaid.
I'm in a musical rut right now as well. My soloing is sucking ass. Terribly. I have like noooo confidence (for whatever reasons). My scatting is totally uninspired and lost. No direction. I have no idea what's happened to me. I'm pissed off at myself, and that's the worst kind of pissed off. Maybe I need a break.
My baby broseph wants to visit me!! Ah! I'm stoked. He's not really my "baby" broseph, though. He's more like 6'1", 230 pounds of "baby" broseph, but either way, he's my baby broseph. He wanted to come down this weekend, but I'm booked all weekend. I would totally take him to the Saturday battle, I mean, game (Ams vs. Spokanistan), but my other ticket has been spoken for. I miss my brother, though, and luckily, he agreed to come down the weekend after. Awwwwwww.
SWEET MOTHER OF GOD.
I just found an mp3 of the "Total Body Workout" from Arnold Schwarzenegger... He's narrating some exercises while "It's Raining Men" is playing in the backgroud. OMG. I think I just peed a little. I'll admit, when he says "up... down... up... down... Give me two more!" with The Weather Girls playing in the background, I have to laugh a little. Just a little. haha
Man, my day has been AWESOME. bwahahahaha
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Fair Phyllis is a raging bitch.
Before I go passout, I just checked my little Spokompton shirt order... IT'S SHIPPED!! IT'S SHIPPED!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA!!!
Two days! Two days!
Two days 'till Schmexytown. :)
Two days! Two days!
Two days 'till Schmexytown. :)
It's 3 AM...
I'm still awake. Gotta be up in like 4 hours. My circadian rhythm is nothing but one epic fail.
But I am doing something constructive: I'm Googling methods of unclogging bathroom sinks. :) YAY FOR ACCOMPLISHMENTS!!!
Okay, I might go passout now... Maybe.
But I am doing something constructive: I'm Googling methods of unclogging bathroom sinks. :) YAY FOR ACCOMPLISHMENTS!!!
Okay, I might go passout now... Maybe.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Orange Julius, you slay me.
My most favorite sweatshirt EVER has been injured.
My effin' Orange (well, techinically, it was strawberry) Julius crapped on my YELLOW sweatshirt. Yeah, a nice little stain... Not sure if it'll come out. But I'm pissed. Add it to the injured list... Oh, science.
Speaking of food... I heart miso soup. IN FACT! I'm eating right now. Drinking it. Eh, I don't know. Consuming it? Yes, that sounds right. I'm consuming it. :)
And this miso soup is making me crave some freakin' sushi!
So tour is coming up this week... normally, I'd be stoked, but I think tour is gonna suck hardcore. Nothing super awesome. I'm pretty sure nobody has all of their stuff down... Bitches. I'm probably gonna be stuck driving the van AGAIN. :( All I wanna do is sleep on the way to our exotic locales. Can't I get mah beyootie sleep??
This whole week (well, what's left of it seeing I was screwed out of a day) is gonna be nothing but bullshit busy mumbo-jumbo. I'm sooooo not looking forward to it, either. I can feel my stress levels rise. :( I might cry. But I'll probably just go scream into a pillow or sing my ass off on tour. But screaming sounds more appealing...
And I ordered a sexy shirt. A sexy Spokanistan shirt! Mmm. I can't wait! Two day shipping= totally worth it. Gonna rock that shit on Saturday! Saturday is pretty much my only brightspot this week. But it's the bestest brightspot. Fo shizz. Imma be da coolest bitch at skool.
My effin' Orange (well, techinically, it was strawberry) Julius crapped on my YELLOW sweatshirt. Yeah, a nice little stain... Not sure if it'll come out. But I'm pissed. Add it to the injured list... Oh, science.
Speaking of food... I heart miso soup. IN FACT! I'm eating right now. Drinking it. Eh, I don't know. Consuming it? Yes, that sounds right. I'm consuming it. :)
And this miso soup is making me crave some freakin' sushi!
So tour is coming up this week... normally, I'd be stoked, but I think tour is gonna suck hardcore. Nothing super awesome. I'm pretty sure nobody has all of their stuff down... Bitches. I'm probably gonna be stuck driving the van AGAIN. :( All I wanna do is sleep on the way to our exotic locales. Can't I get mah beyootie sleep??
This whole week (well, what's left of it seeing I was screwed out of a day) is gonna be nothing but bullshit busy mumbo-jumbo. I'm sooooo not looking forward to it, either. I can feel my stress levels rise. :( I might cry. But I'll probably just go scream into a pillow or sing my ass off on tour. But screaming sounds more appealing...
And I ordered a sexy shirt. A sexy Spokanistan shirt! Mmm. I can't wait! Two day shipping= totally worth it. Gonna rock that shit on Saturday! Saturday is pretty much my only brightspot this week. But it's the bestest brightspot. Fo shizz. Imma be da coolest bitch at skool.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Tasty.
You know what sucks about listening to hockey games over the radio (especially when the game is taking place, like 5 miles away)?
You can't see anything.
Okay, I'm sure you figured that out. I went Captain Obvious on your ass.
But, really- it sucks when you can't see anything. Especially when the freakin' announcers don't even know what's going on themselves and start blabbing about a player being shaken up and frustrated over something, but can't tell you why. DOUBLEYOUTEEFUCK, dudes. Don't effin' tease me like that.
Despite my bitchings and gripes, we're still up 2-1 in the 2nd. :) So we better win, my sweet little hockey hunks.
Party is tonight (!). I still need to get ready. All black attire? WTF? I don't know what I have to wear. I don't want to wear one of my little black dresses, but shhheeeeeyit, son. Other than that, I've got sweatpants. haha
I need some sleep. I could stil be asleep if I REALLY wanted to (I took a nap earlier), but I forced myself to wake up so I could listen to the game. Oh, and I was hungry, too. But that's beside the point because hockey is better than food. Hockey FTW.
Speaking of sleep... I need to learn how to sleep. Like, going to bed before midnight (and definitely before the sun comes up... d'oh!) and waking up before you've slept half the day away. I wish I could do that. But I perpetually fail. Le sigh.
I'm gonna go shower.
For the billionth time today.
You can't see anything.
Okay, I'm sure you figured that out. I went Captain Obvious on your ass.
But, really- it sucks when you can't see anything. Especially when the freakin' announcers don't even know what's going on themselves and start blabbing about a player being shaken up and frustrated over something, but can't tell you why. DOUBLEYOUTEEFUCK, dudes. Don't effin' tease me like that.
Despite my bitchings and gripes, we're still up 2-1 in the 2nd. :) So we better win, my sweet little hockey hunks.
Party is tonight (!). I still need to get ready. All black attire? WTF? I don't know what I have to wear. I don't want to wear one of my little black dresses, but shhheeeeeyit, son. Other than that, I've got sweatpants. haha
I need some sleep. I could stil be asleep if I REALLY wanted to (I took a nap earlier), but I forced myself to wake up so I could listen to the game. Oh, and I was hungry, too. But that's beside the point because hockey is better than food. Hockey FTW.
Speaking of sleep... I need to learn how to sleep. Like, going to bed before midnight (and definitely before the sun comes up... d'oh!) and waking up before you've slept half the day away. I wish I could do that. But I perpetually fail. Le sigh.
I'm gonna go shower.
For the billionth time today.
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