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.

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.

5 Alarm Burger? Bitch, puh-leese.

Ams began their playoff series with the good ol' Everett Silvertips the other night (Friday). In case we're not up-to-speed here, I chug/bathe in the Haterade when it comes to this team; just like I do with Spokanistan. They can pretty much fuck off.

ANYWAAAAAAY.



Friday night (6-5 Ams):

I don't think I've heard the glass and all that shizz rattle and bang around THAT hard in a LONG time. Very physical. Dimples still suspended. But the best thing about this game??

CHETTERS IS BACK!!!!

That's right, beesh, behbeh is BACK! I just wanted to hug him and shower him with cookies and cuppies and rainbows and confetti and Lisa Frank stickers.

Downside to this celebration is defense thought they were in fucking Cancun (or some other terribly overrated vacay spot) on Spring Break or some shit. Um, harro??? You're in Kennewick and you have a game to play. :)

I don't wanna get into too much detail because I hate long ass posts (don't wanna bore anyone...), BUUUUT the refs sucked massive amounts of ass (Hanson, I'm talkin' 'bout you) and we ended up being 5-5. At the end of the 3rd period. And you know what that means.

OVERTIME!!

So I'm thisclose to having a heart attack, but then someone saves my life.

It wasn't one of my two Hockey Hubbies (mouth-to-mouth plz&thnku).

No, my dear friends, we have ANOTHER player to add to the Hockey Hubby roster (official roster conveniently located to the right of the text).



Justin motherfucking Feser busts out a Feser Laser and scores the game winner and prevents a heart attack!!!


I pretty much heart this boy. ♥♥♥

Kruise and Adam also 3-star winners as well.

*swoon*

Uncool shit of the night: Shitty reffing, Heemskerk NOT being a sieve, getting cat-called in the parking lot while walking to my car and being asked if I wanted to go get drunk.

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Saturday night (3-2 Everett):

First off- Dimples is back!! Oh, welcome back, babycakes.

Boys looking better than last night (hallelujah)! It's just that fucking HEEMSKERK! Holy hell, he needs to open up that five-hole.

REFS SUCKING HARDER THAN EVER TONIGHT. Fuck me running sideways. I'm pretty sure the refs are listed on the Everett roster. Could not make a decent call to save their balls. So many potential penalties just flatout IGNORED. Riley looked pretty good out there tonight, too. He's been playing a lot better lately! WOOHOO! Shinny, what can I say? Working his ass off just like every game. Overall, boys played better tonight than last night. I mean, 47 shots-on-goal. BUT, we still lost.

I can't imagine how frusterated/pissed off the entire team felt. Just sitting my happy ass in the crowd was frustrating, but they had a whole different level of frustration to deal with.

Not gonna say much more about this game. Too pissed off. I flipped off the refs one too many times (my bad)... BRING ON WEDNESDAY!

Uncool shit of the night: BEYOND-PATHETIC REFS, Everett players just looking to start shit, Heemskerk NOT being a sieve again, "5 Alarm Burger" being a .5 Alarm Burger.




On a high note: Hockee frendz FTW!! I love you all!

I've never taken off my clothes that fast.

Spokanistan decided they'd grace us with their food-poisoned, classless, douchey presence tonight.

2-1 final Spokanistan. Thank God this game didn't mean squat.

I can't really give too many details of the game because I wasn't there for 90% of the game. I had a performance tonight, but I ended up bailing while waiting to get on stage. I know, that sounds pretty lame, but I was gonna have to lip synch the ENTIRE performance because my singing voice is shot. I have about a 4 note range and it sounds like SHIT. Besides, they have PLENTY of altos; they wouldn't miss me. And my stomach was feeling all sorts of vomitty unawesomeness, so I was outtie. I was planning on staying the entire time and skipping the game, but I figured, "fuck it. Why waste space and not contribute to the sound when I can be at the game or something?" BTW, I've never skipped out on a performance EVER, so cut me some slack kthxbai.

Anywaaaay.

I just wanna know why Tokarski wasn't playing. We needed a sieve out there.

And my effin' Hockey Hubby #1 (I have to number my Hockey Hubby now because there is a second one) STARTED tonight. FUCK ME RUNNING SIDEWAYS, I MISSED IT. I missed his goal on Friday, and now I missed him starting. Seriously, doubleyouteeEFF.

Oh, and Mitch the Bitch Wahl showboating after he got the last goal... I wanted to punch him in his non-existant nuts. And I wanted to punch Jared Spoogon (or whatever his name is) in the nuts, too, just for shits 'n giggles.

I don't really know what else to report on. Oh, wait, yes I do have something. Uncle Mitch was 3rd star tonight! Yay! Gotta love that guy.

And just to explain my title for this entry: I had to do a good ol' fashioned costume change between the performance (or lack thereof) and the game. I was wearing a LBD and had to change into my Spokanistan shirt and jeans. I've never change clothes that fast EVER. And to think, I did it all for a bunch of hockey players. Go figure. lol :)

Happy St. Patricks Day! :)

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.

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.

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. ;)

Awww. :(

My poor little hockey hunks lost tonight.

6-2 'Couv.

I'm too Negative Nancy tonight to really get into any detail on the game except for Hot Lips Feser being the only plus player tonight. Praise baby Jesus! He put a point up on the board for us. :) Plouffe scored a goal as well during the 2nd and my Hockey Hubby got in on that with an assist, as did Shinniman (my other wannabe Hockey Hubby). As Paris Hilton would say, "That's hot."

Still played good despite missing many key players (i.e. Chet, Uncle Mitch, Petr... pretty much everyone who scratched).

We can pull through this, though. Got faith in my favorite group of 16-20 year olds. They are in Seattle for two games this weekend. Go get 'em, behbehs!


Oh, and Spokanistan lost tonight. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Kelowna brought it tonight and won it 4-1. Nice.

More later, or something. :)

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
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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.

"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 Spokane Chiefs,

I just wanna say you guys really accentuated your douche-baggery tonight.

Mmhmm.

Just because we own you on home ice... in front of a sold-out-crowd (10,538 in attendance)... *ahem* doesn't mean sportsmanship and general sense goes down the fucking drain.

I'm not gonna say much anymore because, really- what more can I say?

Well, I guess I can say "fuck off."

Yeah.

You guys can fuck right off... right now.

No love,

Millicent

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Ams @ Spokanistan.

5-2 Ams final.

One of the most physical games I've ever seen. INSANE.

Also, wore my Spokanistan shirt. Schmexy, baby.

Chet got knocked out 2nd period. Some Spokanistan pissant got mad because Chet caught a shot in his glove... then decided to beat the fuck out of poor Chet. I shit you not, he was knocked the fuck out. Laid out, not really moving. Poor baby! Had to leave the game right there. Not sure what's going on with him now; hopefully, it's not a concussion! Martyniuk stepped in and only allowed one goal toward the end of the night- good job, sweet thang!

After about a thousand fights, there were about 58 or so penalties total. A SHIT-TON. The official game report says we racked up 170 minutes in the PB and Spokane wound up with 172. Holy fucking shit. It was mentioned that maybe a few dirty Chiefs may be suspended. Here's to hoping they get what they deserve.

Texted "Dave Schultz", who made the trek up to Dirty Chief Country, throughout the game and said even some of the fans were being escorted out after the first few initial Ams/Chief fights. Crazy shit, son.


Tonight was Spokanistan's turn for pink ice. Praise baby Jesus, it wasn't that awful Pepto Bismol color. During an intermision, Comcast interviewed Kruise Reddick and asked him about the pink ice. He said "you can actually see the lines." hahaha Hmm... wonder what he was insinuating??

Wow.

I may have to come back tomorrow and describe a little more because there is SO much that happened (kinda). I can't really put it all together coherently right now. haha I'm too wound up (still)!


Went to the Ams/Chilliwack game on Wednesday with "Dave Schultz", Mikaela, and Cristal. Had a blast! Kind of a boring game, but our boys played well and won. Gotta love it. Our boys are on a great run right now. Tomorrow, Portland is in town. Going to that as well (woohoo, thanks again!), so I'm looking forward to that. I'm also trying to get a playoff package... never purchased one before, so I may need to enlist some help or something so I don't fuck it up.

And I'm happy to say that my broseph is currently sitting across the room from me. :) He's here to visit me for a day or two. I missed him!




Oh, and I just want to say, I fucking LOVE my Ams. Keep up the good work, behbehs. ;)

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.

I heart liveblogging.

We won 4-1. Boo-fucking-ya! Me gusta, bitches. And we get home ice for the playoffs (first round)! yayayayayayayayayayayay!

The Spokanistan Assbags won tonight as well: 11-2.

No, that isn't a typo. That is eleven-to-two.


Yeah, they pretty much issued an unnecessary beatdown. Not cool.



I don't have much else to say other than:

I heart my Ams
Liveblogging is hot
The best way to beat a hangover is to workout for over an hour
That pink ice we played on for Friday's game was vomit-worthy. Pepto Pink isn't attractive. At all.

Okay. I think I'm done. :)

doubleyouteeFUCK.

Dear Weather,

QUIT BEING A WHOREBAG.


It'd be much appreciated.


So, stop sucking.

Love,

moi.