Things in list form.

1. PETR MOTHERFUCKIN' STOKLASA IS BAAAACK!!!!!!!! Need I say more?!

2. Where does the league find these refs? Seriously. They suck harder than my job on 4th and Lewis (jk! jk! Only if you know what I'm talkin' 'bout...) and I think they might need strong prescriptive lenses. Blind as fucking bats.

3. Um, dear Kelowna. I mean, Spokanistan. Er, I mean, Kelowna. I mean, FUCK. Yeah, Kelowna; that's it. Yeah, you goons are all the same. Fuck off.

4. Why must the idiots only come out to the ploff games? Seriously, fuck off. You can drink beer and yell stupid shit in the comfort/seculsion of your own little caves.

5. Mitch McColm needs to figure out this crotchal region dilemma he's got going on. I'm thinking he needs bigger shorts.

BTW, we won (barely) 4-3. We have dudes hurtin' and it was a mess out there. I was stressin'.

Good job, boys! You fought hard. Bring it again tomorrow night. And the next game. And the game after that. And maybe the game after that. We heart you! You deserve cuppies and cookies.




Oh, and Colin Bowman can make a happy little home in my pants. I'm kind of a traitorous whore like that.

Dear Friday, Hurry the hell up.

*This blog entry is a conglomeration of other blog drafts I had from the past four days. Bear with me.



FRIDAY CANNOT GET HERE FAST ENOUGH.

First game of the second round against Kelowna for my behbehs! Soooooo excited! It's gonna be a guaranteed good time. So you should come out and support the behbehs. :)

First off, I just wanna say I ♥ this team. Like mega♥ them. Agreeing with everyone else- the boys have been playing AMAZING lately. They've finally found a groove and it's working. With all the mothereffin' injuries the past few months, they were constantly forced to change things up and they weren't able to find the chemistry they needed and have it stick. But now, we've got most of our men back, with the exception of the Stoklasa, Plouffer, and Dimples trio, and we can finally achieve some sort of equilibrium. Of course, I'm definitely NOT saying we don't miss the Stoky-Fluffy-Dimples bunch (in terms of playing or just in general)... 'cause I know I do and I'm pretty sure you and your mom do, too. They need to eat healing cuppies and get extra hugs so they get better faster and play again. We miss them. We need them. Get better soon, behbehs!!

Anyway, the boys have been playing with everything they've got because, to be honest, Everett was one helluva team to play and they definitely made us work for our wins. I love it. It's good for the guys. Bad for me 'cause I nearly had a heart attack at some of those games, but we don't care about that. I ♥ this team.



Made cookies today (note: technically yesterday). Almond butter sugar cookies, recipe courtesy of "Dave Schultz". Awesome cookies, my dear friends. I may or may not have pics, though. I decorated some of them, but stopped 'cause my hand hurt. I'm kind of a wuss. But I used the fancyschmancy decorating tips with the frosting and schtuff. It's pretty sweet. I'll try to get more done tonight and take pics. :)


Friend texted me. "Come to Portland with me today." WTF. Um, sure, I'd love to go to Portland (haven't been there in FOREVER), but NOW?? Like, this right-this-second? The weather sucks! I've got work tomorrow! And the morning after that! Gah. Srsly? Are you people out of your minds? Maybe it's 'cause they all live at home and need to get away from mom and dad. I dunno. My reasons for not going are legit, so they can suck it.


Have you noticed I haven't dropped one f-bomb, s-bomb, a-bomb, or any-bomb throughout this whole entry???!!! Or at least I'm sure I didn't. I wanted to see if I could do one whole post without swearing like a sailor that just killed his favorite whore. I think I succeeded. Yay!

Rants and raves from moi.

Rants

-My roommate has been rambling NON-STOP this entire week. Rambling about EVERYTHING. Do I care to hear about boots and Wrangler jeans for an hour? No. Soup? No. NASCAR? FUCK THAT. She talks a shitload but ends up saying nothing at all. GAAAAAAAAAAH.

-Roomie's "empty" latte cup on my car floor. She must have stepped on it yesterday while shopping 'cause it exploded on my floormat. AWESOME. Thanks, idiot. I'll make sure my latte finds its way on your car floor as well.

-Grocery shopping has got to be the most annoying thing EVER.

-Waiting for LiveBlog to roll around.

-The people at Starbucks who make my drink wrong. Grr.


Raves

-Retail therapy yesterday!

-Getting my old job back!! You have NO IDEA how happy I am about this. I missed working there.

-Planning a coffee date with friends I haven't chilled with in FOREVER!

-Getting almost $100 back on my book buybacks at school (even though I probably paid double that for both, but whatevs).

-Hockey game this weekend!

-Sunshine today.

-LIVEBLOG TONIGHT!!! WOOO!!!!




I only did this because I have nothing super interesting to talk about on here. lol Feel free to rant and rave at me.

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. :)

fuck my life.

Title says it all.

Everything pretty much sucks ass right now. Large amounts of ass.

I had to call in, like a fucking idiot, and cancel my playoff ticket package. GRR.

That pretty much made me wanna cry, oddly enough. But I've done enough of that already, so I'll just bite my tongue or something.

If anything else decides to shit the bed, I might have to consider living in a cave or committing myself.

FUCK MY LIFE.

Is it really that hard to breathe? : a passive-aggressive post

Dear roommate,

Could I interest you in some Breathe Right strips??



STOP SNORING.

Love,

Millicent
......................................................................


My roommate is snoring. Again. I can hear her all the way out here in the living room. But at least her timing is better than usual. She woke me up right before my alarm went off. Normally she likes to bust out the snore show at like 2 AM. She even snores while sleeping on her side. GAH. No me gusta. And you can't wake her ass up or anything. Damn near impossible. She use to have the most ANNOYING text alert EVER, so I would sent her a text (for some reason, it was the only thing that would get her to stop) like "Good morning, sunshine. You're snoring! Goodnight." But then when she got the text, the snore whore thinks I'm like joking or something.

I'm not.

Holy fucking hell, woman, you sound like my dad. So, no. I'm not joking. At all. And it's not cute either.

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!

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.

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

Shibby!

First off:

Ams win 4-0! Woohoo! Glad to see (well, hear) they brought "it" tonight. :)

My friend Matt totally got a free ticket and got to go. That bitch! He asked me if there was anyone in particular he wanted me to cheer loud-as-fuck for. I rattled off a list, but basically told him to cheer for errbuddy. Then he told me he'd randomly scream my name out in the middle of the game. He knew I was listening to the radio broadcast, so he decided he'd go right under the press box and scream my name as loud as he could. lmfao Unfortunately, when he did it, they broadcast did a little recap of the last goal and I missed it. lol Don't know if I would have heard it anyway, but it would have been sweet if I did!

Speaking of Matt, Savvy can't go to the game with me on Saturday, and told me to give the ticket to someone, so I told Matt about it and he was game. And he knows hockey, so it'll be nice to have someone there who knows their shit! Can't wait!

FINALLY GOT MY MOTHEREFFIN' WASHING MACHINE FIXED.

Dear Lord, it took over a month to get the dude to come over. I'm so excited. haha Never thought I'd be excited over a washer, but I suppose that comes with the territory of no longer having the word "teen" in your age anymore. :)

Did a solo today. Blew it out my ass. Choked. Lost it. Don't know what the fuck I was thinking. I sounded good, but I just brain farted my way through it. Ugh. I disgust myself.

I ate two enchiladas earlier and I'm still recovering, so I'm gonna cut this short. I feel like the Goodyear blimp.


Edit: I failed to mention it's our 40th win. :) Woohoo! Nice job, guys.

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.

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.

"We're sorta like 7-Eleven. We're not always doing business, but we're always open. "

OH GAAWWWWSH, I HEART THAT MOVIE.


Boondock Saints.


Mmm. Nothing like hot Irish dudes with guns. Total badassery.

THINGS I'M CURRENTLY STOKED FOR:

-Got mah hurr did this evening. Well, touched up. Blonder. Yeaaaaah. Pelvic-thrust-worthy.

-One of my friendlies is throwing a "Fuck Love" party tomorrow night. Technically, this evening, but you get my point. Dress code: all black, informal, formal, semiformal, whatever. If it's black, wear it. Should be awesome; a big, drunken night of fun.

-Tour next week. Woohoo!

-Trip to NYC countdown: too many months, too many days! Can't effin' wait!

[If you're remotely curious as to why I'm going to NYC:
The chamber choir I'm in (yeeaaaaah, choir geeks.) was invited to go perform in Carnegie Hall this May with John Rutter, the head honcho of choral music at Cambridge University. He's an AMAZING composer. I can't even believe we're going to be under his direction, let alone performing in Carnegie freakin' Hall. Aaaaaaahhhhhh! I'm a giddy little bitch just thinkin' about it.]


-Hockey game next Saturday (!!!!) with Savvy. Ohhh, I'm one stoked muthafucka. Pretty sweet seats, too. Oh, science.

Yeeeaaaaah, I'm tired.

Late-night pancakes for the hardcore.

A little earlier, I had the random urge to make pancakes. I have no idea why. Nothing reminded me of pancakes (that I know of), but I just had to make them.

So I did.


It was fucking awesome.


This kid knows what I'm talkin' 'bout:



Sadly, I've only eaten one. I don't really have a desire to eat anymore, either. :(

We doin' big pimpin', we spendin' cheese.

Guess who got her tickets?

Moi.

Yes.

I'm so excited!

February 21st can't come soon enough. And luckily, it's the day after we come back from tour, so I'll be all sorts of rested up. WOOHOO! And I'll probably blow out my voice from yelling and making a shit-ton of racket at the game, but hell, I'm ready.

doubleyouteeFUCK.

Dear Weather,

QUIT BEING A WHOREBAG.


It'd be much appreciated.


So, stop sucking.

Love,

moi.

I'll be honest- this is nothing important.

I freakin' LOVE mashed potatoes.

Jussayin'.

Oh, science.

I'm a sore hunk of muscle right now. I worked out and felt EVERY SINGLE REP in EVERY SINGLE MUSCLE. And I have knots in my back and shoulders. I feel like I'm 40 instead of 20. Gah.

I had a midterm this morning in my biological anthropology class... I might have weasled a C out of it- maybe. Hopefully, prof is feeling generous and will give me half credit on some of that; that test was hard!

But, despite some suckiness, my Ams won last night! 5-2. Eat it, Lethbridge. :) Mitch McColm is still out due to some nasty crash with the glass. BUMMER. :( But, I got a little excited while listening to the game, and probably pissed off my neighbor, but I started whoopin' and hollerin' at the radio when cute-as-a-button Brooks Macek flipped a bitch on Brody Sutter and got three penalties. Good times! Such a badass. Too bad he's like 16. haha

New FreeForm music is going pretty good. Just wish bitches would show up for rehearsals once in a while and not suck shit all the time. Oh well. Such is the life. :)

Dammit dammit dammit.

Why must I be a broke-ass college student?

I'm totally missing the Ams game tonight and, once again, am left to listen to it on the radio.


Aaaggggh.



Heeeey, at least we're winning...!

Fuckin' eh.

Oh, man.

Is that a good title, or is that a good title?


First impressions are overrated.


So, this is probably my second or third Blogger account... I have BADD (Blogger Attention Deficit Disorder) and can't stick with one blog for more than a week. But, we'll try to break that record with this one.

My main reason for getting another blog was just so I can make stupid comments on other blogs without being anonymous or whatnot. With that said, I probably won't be making too many posts on here mainly because I am a boring, boring person and have nothing super blogworthy to share with y'all*.

*Note: When I say "y'all," I really mean "no one" because I don't think anyone will read this anyway. :)

Okay, I think I'm done.