It's about damn time!
So the job interviews are flowing like gravy. I had one Friday for a job that I don't really want, but I'd take because they pay $11/hr. which is pretty damn good if you ask me. Now, I have and interview tomorrow at 4pm with a company I could see myself working with *maybe*. It's a printing company, so I'm not sure what "marketing" assistant means. Does that mean sales person? Customer service rep? Project coordinator? But, I did call today to set up the interview, and the lady on the phone was SUPER nice. She sounded like someone's grandma telling you to come pick up some cookies or something. That's the kind of job I like. Nice people with cookies.

So the weekend went well, we hung out at Brandon's bro's place in St. Louis. He's got a great apartment, although not my style, still very very nice. HUGE one room loft style... probably around 11 or 12 hundred square feet. I think he pays almost one grand a month, so it is rather pricey. However, I'm sure he makes major money, so who cares? We went to Marti Gras, which was kind of lame, I think they've cracked down in recent years. Drinks were so expensive! Crazy expensive! So we didn't do much drinking, but Brian's b-day bash is this weekend, so Maybe I'll pick him up a 6-pack of something for a gift. His real gift is at Brandon's in Smeff, so he's not getting that.

We'll see about the jobs... and maybe the cookies too.

Civic duty, my ass!
I didn't watch the State of the Union because I'm sick of being lied to. Not by the Prez, but by any politician around. They're all a bunch of shmucks.

On a lighter note, I DID make a pair of earrings, and a bracelet and I'm going to make Jen sell them at the church bazarre. Buy American goods, and by that, I mean buy my goods. But don't look at my goods, 'cause I'll have to slap you!

Owww! Get Back, Baby!
So I've fallen into the whole "listing" trap that many bloggers fall into pretty regularly. But, since I'm not really a blogger, I'm simply a lazy cunt rag bitch, who tells people where to be... I can do whatever the fuck I want (and tell you what to fuckin' do too.)

Things I hate:

1.) Baby blogs. Get over it, you have a baby. I'm not annoyed that you choose to dote endlessly on another human being... Not much could be more loving. What I hate, is that you put every detail about your baby, your vagina, your husband's dick, etc. etc. on your damn blog! The icing on the cake is when you open up for comments, and don't like what people say about you and your damn baby (ahem...see previous post).

2.) The smell of burnt skin in january. Ok... I know that some people out there are getting ready to go on Spring Break in like, 5 weeks, and they want a beautiful tan by then. Fine, but would you PLEASE take a shower or use pleasant smelling lotion on yourself before you venture out into public. Otherwise you smell gross.

3.) Low Rider Trucks (not to be confused with El Caminos). I don't mean to make any racial generalizations here, but in general, when I see low riders, it's usually a white person listening to Tupac, with those shitty "no fear" stickers all over the back window. Uh... do you see any black people riding around in those pieces of shit? Hell no, because black people have taste! Get a clue, you white piece of trash.

4.)People who dance (even if only with their heads and necks) to their cell phone ring tone. No. You are not cool. I don't care if it's the theme from LoveBoat, or an old TLC song, or even the ring tone that came with your phone (you cheap bastard). Quit doing it!

5.) Overly Critical Bitchy People. Uh... wait. Nevermind

6.) Men still still sporting the "caesar" hair do. Remember Mel Gibson in "Hamlet"? Remember the crazy rush to the salon, as every young (and some not so young) man rushed to his stylist to imitate this horrible horrible trend? Well, I do. And I thought I had finally put those evil images out of my head until I saw not one, but two men OBVIOUSLY and INTENTIONALLY sporting the "caesar." Plus... what the fuck, it started after "Hamlet" so why is it called the "caesar"? Just another one of my beefs with this cut.

7.) People who shop at Wal-Mart. I know, I know... I'm one of them. But only out of necessity. You have no idea how many Lexus SUV's and Audi sports cars I see in the Wal-mart parking lot. "Maybe that's how they can afford those cars," you say? Well, if selling your soul to the devil affords you a nice new car, I'll be driving The Prot forever.

8.) Plus-size maxi pads. I just think they're dumb.

9.) ClearChannel. (I intentionally spelled it that way to avoid litigation... incase big brother is watching me). Want to hear famous people say, shit, bitch, fuck, cunt, tits, asshole, or finger bang? Well, don't listen to any of CC's stations, because you will hear only wholesome, premium, corporately sponsored dribble from everyone's mouth. Bullshit!

10.) NIN. Can we schedule some more dates please? I've only been waiting, like, 5 years. Thanks.

If you don't want to hear about it, don't tell about it
There's a couple of blogs that I read pretty regularly. One of them, happens to have a husband who's blog I also read. I'm sure this couple is very nice. I'm sure they are using their blogs as means of self-expression and reflection; however, recently, they have been posting things about their child who is not developing "normally" (if that's even possible). Now, I don't have a problem with people talking about their kids, their family, even their jobs to some extent on the internet. In fact, I'm a firm believer in the First Ammendment so you should say whatever you want (cock, shit, balls, fucker, etc....) However, if you're going to put something out there for people to read AND comment on, you're going to get criticism. No matter what you say, someone is going to have a problem with it. "The Pope is a nice guy." Some disgruntled Catholic is going to wholeheartedly disagree with me. I'm fine with that. Unfortunately, the authors of these blogs have THE THINNEST SKIN EVER. No, I do not have children, and I will probably have thin skin when it comes to my children too. BUT, if you don't want somebody to comment on something in a negative or critical way, don't let people read it. I just think that if you put something on the internet, and make it available to others, but you get pissy when they say you're not "normal" or "this is how you SHOULD be doing it" you've really set yourself up.

I think this post is really just about people in general. People are inherently good, they only go bad every once in a while, and usually, it's due to crazy environmental factors like an alcoholic abusive father or something. When people give criticism to others, who have been willing to discuss it openly, they're not meaning to hurt anyone. People like to share ideas about things that helped/hurt them in their experience. Additionally, people really need to think about the demographic of regular internet readers. While the blog author may not know the commentors, the commentors feel like they know the author. When these people return to your site day after day, they know you, your style, your life. I just think if you put all the details about your life out on the line, and then bitch because people don't like it, you're the one who's got the problem.

I probably won't go to their blogs anymore, because it's pretty riddiculous to read people getting pissed off at comments everyday. Turn the comments off, damn! So seriously, for your kids sake, for your own sanity's sake, if you can't take criticism (constructive or not) don't hand anyone an opportunity to give you any.

Winter Lizzard
It's cold as balls here, plus we have snow drifts up to my waist. We tried to drive to Springfield today, but turned off because the weather was so horrible and the plows couldn't keep up with the snow. It's all blustery outside. We were supposed to be out of this by this afternoon, but I guess intellicast lies...

Here's a list of things I love...
1.) I love Jim Henson movies. My top three favorites are Dark Crystal, Labyrinth, and Muppet Christmas Carol. But has he really ever made a bad movie? Nor has his son Brian. The only thing I might be finicky about is that Disney now owns the muppets, but Jim was trying to do that before he died anyway.

2.) I love stuffed animals. Call me crazy, but I think stuffed animals have the power to cure all maladies, and shun evil back to the darkness. Plus, I think they help with psychological well-being. Projection is a big habit of mine, as sometimes my stuffed animals get really pissed at Brandon for something he's done.

3.) I love my new oldnavy jeans. I usually get annoyed with their sizing... and I have to say that these jeans are a whole size larger than what I usually wear: however, I think these are a great fit. They weren't on sale, and they were probably the most expensive thing in the store at a whopping $40, but I needed them since all my other jeans have holes in the leg area.

4.) I love candles. Recently, I went buck-fucking-crazy buying Brandon more candles for HIS apartment. I'm tempted to say THE apartment, or OUR apartment. But, the truth is, it's his. Anyway, we got home from Smeff and realized his apartment was like, 60 degrees because the heat is shitty. So we went to wal-mart, centralized location of all evil, and bought more candles. I love them, because they're all really harvesty smelling. We got some baked apple pie tea lights. A large jar candle of spiced cider (for the candle warmer), a small jar candle of spiced cider for the bathroom, and a huge 4-wick pumpkin spice candle for the coffe table. It's very smelly and festive at our house.

5.) I love crazy crack-pipe potential employers who call my cell phone at 9:30 at night. Now, I don't officially know that this was a "potential employer" because I had to do reverse phone look up on white pages. But when I DID get the guys name, I googled him and his phone number, and it went straight to an ad on Monster looking for someone in the Quad Cities for some advertising sales job. Dude, I know the rest of you take crack all the time because you've sold your soul to the devil, and he provides you with the free crack, but don't fucking call after 5pm. End of story.

6.) I love my new blue/brown hair. It looks awesome and I'm going to search for the perfect cut for it. Brandon's sick of my hair getting everywhere, and I am too. We'll see in coming weeks if something gets done.

7.) Finally, I love my swan. He got me a badass x-mas present (I can't divulge here because I'm going to secretly use it on Jen). Anyway, my swan is the best in the universe and I love him.

Blog Promotion?
So I've been thinking of getting a real website, with a real URL and having real stuff on it. At the moment, I'm not coordinated enough with HTML to do something like that, but I've been looking at FrontPage and thought about getting it. There's a 2003 edition that you can buy somewhere for $99. The thing I wonder is, A: am I interesting enough to have my own website? B: Would it be worth the 9.95 a month to host it?

I'm still wrangling these questions... I've always wanted to have my own website. I just think they're so much fun. Plus, eventually, I could put my business stuff on there too. Maybe the "scurvy lime" will be a bar and grill that I can post the menu on. Who knows. I'm still working out the kinks. Anway... we'll see.

Brandon Do Not Read (secrets enclosed)
So we've been kind of stuck inside lately, mostly because we're trying to conserve money, but partly because it is so horribly cold. We have enough food, and I recently went shopping so it's not boring things. I think Brandon is just bored because he's watched all the movies he has, he's played all the games, read all the books, etc. We don't have cable (all that will change at our new place), so it's kind of like, entertain yourself. I ordered some catalogues from Crate and Barrel and Pottery Barn and stuff. We usually look at those and laugh at the higher standards of living other people can afford...

On another note, I'm really trying to concoct something tasty for Brandon for Valentine's day. I've decided that I always try to take him on a trip or something. I'm the one that likes trips, he likes stuff. I want to get him something really nice this year because he does nice things for me, and pays for my shit, and tells me to get my shit done. I've just been really stressed with graduation/christmas/whatever and he has been an especially good swan. I was going to get him a super-new game, but we're kind of in a game lull because we can't really find any new ones that we want. If I get my job, I would love to get him a digital camera or portable DVD player or something like that. I guess we'll see.

Job search is going the same way as usual... pretty shitty. I have found more jobs that I'm qualified for, and a few taht are even traditional hours (which is ideal). I hate to think of myself working retail/sales the rest of my life.

New Year's Resolutions
1.) Eat better. Kind of cliche, but only because it's important
2.) Wash my sheets more often. Enough said.
3.) Get a new hairdo/color.
4.) Make-over my wardrobe
5.) Buy a tredmill (maybe by the end of 2005).
6.) Be the chubby girl that all the other chubby girls want to look like.
7.) Write a letter to Gov. banning the use of fois gras.
8.) Start investigating for my own business.
9.) Learn to knit, Learn to knit, Learn to knit!
10.) Start folding my clothes when they come from the dryer.
11.) Eat breakfast.
12.) Learn to drink tequila (again).
13.) Try new drinks at the bar (not just 7 and SoCo).
14.) Make a former classmate feel bad for not being nice to me.
15.) Host a cocktail party.
16.) Make one meal with only green ingredients (for Brandon).
17.) Write in my blog more.

Happy 2005, everybody! Hope it's a good one.

Someday you will find me, caught beneath a landslide...
This weekend was a disaster above all disasters. First the good news. My last day was Saturday. It was a horrible last day because K with the black jeans was evil to me, customers, and every other employee within 10 feet of him at all times. However, everyone was very sad that I was leaving, and actually a few people were mad at me for letting K bother me so much as to quit.

After the sloppy gush fest, though, Brandon and I went home, and that is where the shitty part comes in. Grandma recently moved in with the parents, which is not a bad thing because now I don't feel like I need to worry about getting a phone call in the middle of the night that Grandma fell and broke her hip, and couldn't move so she froze to death and maybe died of carbon monoxide poisoning at the same time and that she's been stiff as a board for at least a week... But, I feel kind of displaced because I have no where that I feel like I can leave my stuff without Grandma or Granny or anyone getting up in my business. I know that's a really selfish thing to say, but there's no where to just BE at their house anymore. It's also really depressing to see Grandma acting so crazy and erratic but funny at the same time... so when i laugh at the crazy shit she says, I still feel guilty. And guilt is not something i generally feel... ever.

Well, I am excited about going to visit Jen and Pete this weekend. We drove the stick home this past weekend to get a little extra practice, and I'm feeling very good about everything. I think even Brandon is pretty impressed. I get a little worried because it makes some weird noises sometimes, but I can't believe that I'm ever really BAD on the car. I know some people who learned to drive a stick, and I know they must have really tore the hell out of their cars when they were learning. Anyway, Brandon is not as nervous, I'm less stressed because of my job, and I'm never going home again... unless I'm staying at Brandon's.