My 90th birthday party...
OOOKKKK, So I haven't posted an entry since before my wild and crazy Christmas/New Years times, y'all. I think the reason is a combination between the fact that my job forces me to transcribe dictations six-plus hours a day, nearly every day, and I don't even feel like typing, and in LiveJournal I can't use my sweet time-saving shortcuts, like yr = year and sif = significantly and bc = because. Man, actually typing shit sucks. Also, I don't even know what to say about my vacation. It was the worst/best thing ever. Usually I just take the easy way out and post a bunch of pictures that I believe describe my trip or event, but in this case I barely took any photos because I was terrified the entire time that I was going to be irresponsibly lose my digital camera, or maybe be reckless and break my digital camera.
I feel like it wasn't real, or maybe that I died somewhere along the way (which is entirely possible...and likely), and maybe I am just living in the after-life right now, which is unfortunately way too much like my real life and as if I hadn't died at all, which I probably did.
Anyway, the trip included stealing champagne and breaking my nose (as previously stated), which was Night One of our "vacation," and my nose will seriously never be the same. It still looks fine (I'm still looking fine), but it feels different...and the cartilage is harder. Also, on my 24th birthday we broke into a Cajun Santa lazer light show (which they told us we couldn't buy tickets to due to rain thunder/lightening etc) by hopping over wooden fences, and I was wearing my 24th birthday dress and ballet slippers.
Here we are:
And then we went to the Duck Off club and were the only white people there, and it was really fun. Stevie and I took Polaroids in the bathroom with these ladies who were wearing matching sexy marching band uniforms or something and one of them had the best grill ever.
In NO, I bought a bunch of neon rattails from a costume store. They were awesome. Here is one now:
We drove to Grand Rapids, Michigan, on Monday. I got sort of depressed in Grand Rapids because a lot of people seemed really depressed or like they didn't want to hang out with me anymore, which made me sad (the people who were not like this should know who they are, as I had SO MUCH FUN WITH THEM!). I just miss everyone a lot being down here and I was hoping to catch up with everyone and spent a lot of time with them, but they seemed to not care that we were in town. Feeling like it didn't matter that I drove so many miles to see everyone, and spent all the money that I'd saved up since moving to Georgia to try and see everyone, made me feel really strange. I can't describe the feeling, but it sort of made me never want to go to Grand Rapids again. Were it not for Marie Catrib's, I may not, and would just spend all my savings next time to buy plane tickets to hand-picked and choice VIPs, to shoot them down south. Oh, and Little Africa was closed. What's that all about??
And at the Christmas party we went to in GR, someone called me retarded.
Also, Christmas night we went to some high schooler's house.
Also, Michigan weather sucks. Someone said: Wow, you are already used to weather in the south..that's weird. Actually, whoever said that, it's not weird at all. It's not weird to want to be warm, or at least sort-of-comfortable for most of the year and not get wind-chapped, cracked skin and wet feet that don't warm up for 36 hours and to be so cold that you feel like your chest is so tense that your ribcage is going to shatter. Yeah, and I got bronchitis or something, which I still have.
Joel and Grace were nice enough to let us have a party with only hip hop music, and that was fun. There should have been more Lil Boosie, but Joel left his CDs at work. Some people were dumb and said, "wow this is a party making fun of black people," which is the dumbest thing I have ever heard...and someone said, "they are only playing music that they know no one will like," which is the second dumbest thing I've ever heard. At least no one called me retarded.
Here we are...
New years eve was funny and sort of uneventful, but nice. The weather was hell. I hugged Ted a lot. There was a little bit of dancing. I was wearing gold elbow-length gloves and a fleur de lis around my neck. Here is one picture. We look like the future or the past, but not the present...
We stopped in Memphis on the way back because we thought we were going to die if we made that drive straight through one more time. The hotel we stayed in was cheap and was reported to be "in a really, really bad neighborhood." It seemed ok to us. I mean, the room seemed clean except for some pubic hairs on the bathroom floor, there was cable (America's Next Top Model, yeeeaaaaaaa), we bought boxed wine at the liquor store across the parking lot, which was crazy because you had to pay this man who was locked in a glass chamber and he would give you your spirits through this neumatic tube or something, and then the next morning, well rested and showered, we went to the best Waffle House I've ever been to just outside of Memphis on the way to NO. We had the oldest, bitchiest waitress, but she wasn't bitchy to us, she just kept bitching about her coworkers and we felt like we bonded with her and Carl left her a big tip. It was nice.
Stevie's party was nuts. There were rappers and we decorated and I spent way too much money. We went to Duck Off again. Saturday was Macguyver...pizza...sleep...and then back to Athens.
I ran my credit report two days ago, and I actually only owe like six "people" money, which is actually better than I thought because I actually owe two banks money, but it's not on my credit report...yet...it's probably still accruing a bunch of fees and has been for four-odd years or something. Yikes. But, some of the debts I have are medical debts that are only like $35 or $22. That's totally doable.
Speaking of medical stuff, I want to take a medical transcription course, and Imma do it for real, because I can be a medical transcriptionist nearly anywhere AND possibly work from home, making all right money, while I pursue other things that I actually want to do. The main shitty thing is that getting a certificate for medical transcription will cost almost $1,600. I can split that up over 12 months while they add on 9%, but an additional $140 or so a month of bills seems sort of...bad. I'll figure it out. Also, maybe my parents/grandparents won't think I'm so crazy (not that I actually care) if I do actually get a degree/certificate during my Athens, GA, tenure. Which is relatively short-lived. I want to be in New Orleans in like a year, yo, and I am not seeing anything that's really going to stand in the way at this point. Yay! I will be 25...weird. My main goal is to graduate from college with a bachelors degree before my younger brother, who is eight years younger than me, does. I got it, probably. Even if I can't convince anyone from GR to move to New Orleans w/ Carl and I, we are going to do it anyway, so there.
I am going to Mardi Gras, and I think Joel is, too, which is really funny. It is going to be fun. And then no more NOLA trips for a while. There is also a big surprise next weekend, that really isn't that big of a deal, that I am not going to tell anyone about until it is happening. It involves a 90th birthday party, and you know what that means, right?
We got a really big Best Buy gift card (big as in amount of credit, it wasn't novelty-sized or anything) from my dad and we bought things that, as Carl noted, make us proud to be Americans...like The Cosby Show season one and My Super Sweet 16 seasons 1&2. also, Macguyver, which we didn't buy with our gift card, but that Carl's mom bought him for xmas outright, but that still really makes us proud to be from America.
This is the worst entry ever.
I bought Roll Bounce, too. It's so good. But Nick Cannon IS NOT HOTT!!!!
I feel like it wasn't real, or maybe that I died somewhere along the way (which is entirely possible...and likely), and maybe I am just living in the after-life right now, which is unfortunately way too much like my real life and as if I hadn't died at all, which I probably did.
Anyway, the trip included stealing champagne and breaking my nose (as previously stated), which was Night One of our "vacation," and my nose will seriously never be the same. It still looks fine (I'm still looking fine), but it feels different...and the cartilage is harder. Also, on my 24th birthday we broke into a Cajun Santa lazer light show (which they told us we couldn't buy tickets to due to rain thunder/lightening etc) by hopping over wooden fences, and I was wearing my 24th birthday dress and ballet slippers.
Here we are:
And then we went to the Duck Off club and were the only white people there, and it was really fun. Stevie and I took Polaroids in the bathroom with these ladies who were wearing matching sexy marching band uniforms or something and one of them had the best grill ever.
In NO, I bought a bunch of neon rattails from a costume store. They were awesome. Here is one now:
We drove to Grand Rapids, Michigan, on Monday. I got sort of depressed in Grand Rapids because a lot of people seemed really depressed or like they didn't want to hang out with me anymore, which made me sad (the people who were not like this should know who they are, as I had SO MUCH FUN WITH THEM!). I just miss everyone a lot being down here and I was hoping to catch up with everyone and spent a lot of time with them, but they seemed to not care that we were in town. Feeling like it didn't matter that I drove so many miles to see everyone, and spent all the money that I'd saved up since moving to Georgia to try and see everyone, made me feel really strange. I can't describe the feeling, but it sort of made me never want to go to Grand Rapids again. Were it not for Marie Catrib's, I may not, and would just spend all my savings next time to buy plane tickets to hand-picked and choice VIPs, to shoot them down south. Oh, and Little Africa was closed. What's that all about??
And at the Christmas party we went to in GR, someone called me retarded.
Also, Christmas night we went to some high schooler's house.
Also, Michigan weather sucks. Someone said: Wow, you are already used to weather in the south..that's weird. Actually, whoever said that, it's not weird at all. It's not weird to want to be warm, or at least sort-of-comfortable for most of the year and not get wind-chapped, cracked skin and wet feet that don't warm up for 36 hours and to be so cold that you feel like your chest is so tense that your ribcage is going to shatter. Yeah, and I got bronchitis or something, which I still have.
Joel and Grace were nice enough to let us have a party with only hip hop music, and that was fun. There should have been more Lil Boosie, but Joel left his CDs at work. Some people were dumb and said, "wow this is a party making fun of black people," which is the dumbest thing I have ever heard...and someone said, "they are only playing music that they know no one will like," which is the second dumbest thing I've ever heard. At least no one called me retarded.
Here we are...
New years eve was funny and sort of uneventful, but nice. The weather was hell. I hugged Ted a lot. There was a little bit of dancing. I was wearing gold elbow-length gloves and a fleur de lis around my neck. Here is one picture. We look like the future or the past, but not the present...
We stopped in Memphis on the way back because we thought we were going to die if we made that drive straight through one more time. The hotel we stayed in was cheap and was reported to be "in a really, really bad neighborhood." It seemed ok to us. I mean, the room seemed clean except for some pubic hairs on the bathroom floor, there was cable (America's Next Top Model, yeeeaaaaaaa), we bought boxed wine at the liquor store across the parking lot, which was crazy because you had to pay this man who was locked in a glass chamber and he would give you your spirits through this neumatic tube or something, and then the next morning, well rested and showered, we went to the best Waffle House I've ever been to just outside of Memphis on the way to NO. We had the oldest, bitchiest waitress, but she wasn't bitchy to us, she just kept bitching about her coworkers and we felt like we bonded with her and Carl left her a big tip. It was nice.
Stevie's party was nuts. There were rappers and we decorated and I spent way too much money. We went to Duck Off again. Saturday was Macguyver...pizza...sleep...and then back to Athens.
I ran my credit report two days ago, and I actually only owe like six "people" money, which is actually better than I thought because I actually owe two banks money, but it's not on my credit report...yet...it's probably still accruing a bunch of fees and has been for four-odd years or something. Yikes. But, some of the debts I have are medical debts that are only like $35 or $22. That's totally doable.
Speaking of medical stuff, I want to take a medical transcription course, and Imma do it for real, because I can be a medical transcriptionist nearly anywhere AND possibly work from home, making all right money, while I pursue other things that I actually want to do. The main shitty thing is that getting a certificate for medical transcription will cost almost $1,600. I can split that up over 12 months while they add on 9%, but an additional $140 or so a month of bills seems sort of...bad. I'll figure it out. Also, maybe my parents/grandparents won't think I'm so crazy (not that I actually care) if I do actually get a degree/certificate during my Athens, GA, tenure. Which is relatively short-lived. I want to be in New Orleans in like a year, yo, and I am not seeing anything that's really going to stand in the way at this point. Yay! I will be 25...weird. My main goal is to graduate from college with a bachelors degree before my younger brother, who is eight years younger than me, does. I got it, probably. Even if I can't convince anyone from GR to move to New Orleans w/ Carl and I, we are going to do it anyway, so there.
I am going to Mardi Gras, and I think Joel is, too, which is really funny. It is going to be fun. And then no more NOLA trips for a while. There is also a big surprise next weekend, that really isn't that big of a deal, that I am not going to tell anyone about until it is happening. It involves a 90th birthday party, and you know what that means, right?
We got a really big Best Buy gift card (big as in amount of credit, it wasn't novelty-sized or anything) from my dad and we bought things that, as Carl noted, make us proud to be Americans...like The Cosby Show season one and My Super Sweet 16 seasons 1&2. also, Macguyver, which we didn't buy with our gift card, but that Carl's mom bought him for xmas outright, but that still really makes us proud to be from America.
This is the worst entry ever.
I bought Roll Bounce, too. It's so good. But Nick Cannon IS NOT HOTT!!!!