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ok well one of the most annoything things that could happen to a livejournal user happened to me on thursday. i was almost done with a long entry and my fuckin yahoo browser "encountered a problem" and had to close. i lost my entry. fuck. that was annoying. it wasnt really important cuz it was pretty much just me ranting and spilling my guts over things that dont matter but nonetheless, twas frustrating and i didnt have it in me to type it all out again. i guess ill cover what i typed out on thursday now.
i wasnt really up to goin out on thursday for a few reasons so i was lucky enough to have the house to myself for a good 4-5 hours. normally i dont sit at the computer as most of the people on my buddy list are away, reading everyones away messages because i have a few things that could better occupy my time. at least by a little that is. but on thursday (thanksgiving) i did read through everyones away message, for research/enlightenment purposes only. i realized that about 6 out of every 10 people that were away had an away message that was complaining about having to spend the holiday with their families. being sadistic as i am, i was very comforted by the fact that i am not the only person who is less than thrilled to be hauled around to see family. My average family gathering consists of at least a 20 minute ride to spend about 4 hours with people who probably want to see me even less than i want to sit around and mingle with people who are 40+ years older than i or have the responsibility of family babysitter imposed upon me for the day. id love to hear about other peoples *fun* thanksgiving experiences.
hah i was just talkin to allyson a few minutes ago about our Glory Girls thang. haha i miss the good ol days, they were realllly fun. ive actually been thinkin about those days a lot lately... i miss em. that was def one of the best years of my life. it was just an entire life of fuckin around constantly. the discouraging part of thinking about those days is that i have a lot of regrets. not really regrets...just one big regret. i wish i opened up more with everyone i hung out with around that time. i would have even had a lot more fun than i had if i opened up. not to say we didnt get close, it just could have been better if they all got to see the real me. we had some crazy times back then...oh god and then there was brian. he HATED me hanging out with her and john and joe. not really cuz he didnt like them but he didnt like the influence they had on me. which i dont really blame him for but if i didnt do the shit i did with them, i would have done it with someone else... and i did. oh boy ill have some stories to tell my children...i can see it now: "did mommy ever tell you about the times she went around new haven lookin for hook ups for a good part of the summer or when she got kicked out of the emergency room she was waiting for her drunken friend who had punched through a garage window for?"
::sighs:: good memories...
ive had the most awesome couple of days... what are the odds i spent them with phil? yesterday we went to the plaza for BLACK FRIDAY!! i had like no money so that was kind of painful so i just got to frolic around chanting, "SALES! SALES! SALES! SALES!" repetitively. i think i enjoy shopping a bit too much. although it was a lot easier when the shopping was free. oh well. ive already gone through the consequences of me getting arrested again and i dont think its really worth it:
my mom threatened that if i got arrested again id have to go live in florida with my dad. but even so, id get a minimum punishment of probation (if not community service or 6 months of jeuvi which is the standard for even first time offenders over 16). it doesnt get completely wiped from my record until a few months from now so little hope would exist that id be treated as a first time offender. therefore, with probation id have to stay in connecticut for at least that duration..which wouldnt exactly be a walk in the park dealing with my mom. on top of that, its generally a good idea to refrain from drinking or drug use while on probation so id have to lay off at least the hard drugs for a while. wow, i got way off topic. poor phil- the paragraph that was supposed to be dedicated to explaining how great the past two days with him have been have trailed out to me thinking about getting arrested again (not the most positive of topics). i blame the rice (k?)rispy treat. so prancing around the plaza was fun...and not a complete waste cuz i got more soft socks! i ended up losing one before i went home but... after the plaza phil and i went back to poppies house and sat around watching law and order for about 800 hours. later we went to my drum lesson which was cool until i crashed and burned at phils presence. we were supposed to go ice skating later that night with about 9000 people but didnt get to cuz the hamden ice rink people are gay and didnt have open skate for that time. so instead we went to the movies with michelle to see the polare express. i was pretty hyper. very hyper actually. i dont like the word hyper but its the most fitting to describe my state of being at that point. i think i pulled off pissing off every single person at the theater that night pretty well from being the obnoxious asshole who doesnt shut up during the movie to repetitively, enthusiastically hitting the handicap door opener. my soft spot for soft things also kicked in when i saw this black guy wearing a winter coat with fur on the hood. i gained sams respect by reaching up to touch it without hesitation. today phil and i went to new york!! that was fucking awesome...i havent been to new york city in such a long time. too long. i love everything about that city...especially the "fuck you" attitude that most of the people share toward everyone. within the first hour of us being there i had a few hundred too many hot dogs from the street stands than i should have. one of them had something hard in it that kinda crunched in my teeth but i disregarded it. oh well, take the bad with the good. we went to the metropolitan museum of art which was fun. i love that place. sadly i spent a good part of the time we were there wandering around saying "mmmmuh.. mmmuh..." over and over because i had a very long brain fart which prevented me from being able to think of the word "musket". at one point in the evening i dragged us into the NBC store because a large sphere with pretty bright lights in the store had caught my attention. if you know me, you know that i am extremely attracted to things that are soft, shiny or have pretty lights and a combination of the three would be purely orgasmic. i approached the big thing in awe and as usual with things that intrigue me, i had to touch it. i extended my arm and lightly poked it as the guy who worked there and stood at the door came up to me and told me not to touch the globe. i withdrew my arm and continued to stare at the huge thing. less than a minute later the guy approached me and said "im sorry but im gonna have to ask you to leave the store because you touched the globe." with a mix of disappointment and skepticism on my face i made my way to the door. he stopped me and said "nah, for real, im just messin with ya." har har. then i shot him point blank in the face. ok, fine. i didnt shoot him in the face. i threw a grenade at him. a little later we went to this coffee place and got....wait for it..................................
a big rice krispy treat. the sugar in that pretty much did me in for the night. by the time we got to the place where we were supposed to get the bus i was bouncin off the walls. actually we were outside so there werent walls. just buildings. i probably could have used some walls to bounce off cuz walls may have prevented me from bouncing into the the street and getting hit by that double decker bus.
at some point in between the rice krispy treat and the bus i came to a not so new realization (::starts singing sublime song::)<--(haha that looks like a happy face :) ) (:)) (confusing?). my realization: i am a very jealous girlfriend. im jealous to the point that its probably pretty unehalthy. never in my life have i been jealous enough to be driven crazy...over anything. let alone over things as petty as things that have caused me to go into "man-eating, maniac, over-territorial, jealous girlfriend" mode lately. at the mention of phils sister suggesting that he go say hi to a girl he had some involvement with i immediately snapped into that mode. thats bad but what makes it worse is that he had involvement with her when he was six! SIX! SIX! SIX! what justifies being jealous over an 11 year old relationship(which is no more)? i can say with assurance that if any girl ever tries anything with him that ill rip her apart by any means possible without hesitation. the only logical thing that i could back myself up with is that if they did see each other, theyre not 6 anymore. but still...
on the bus ride home i decided to turn off my hyper knob. i figured that it was best so i wouldnt annoy the hell outta phil for the entire time. i didnt have much to lose anyway since the movie sucked and we both ended up sleeping a bit. i think he did... by the time i woke up we were in connecticut and my bladder was about to explode. i refused to use the bathroom on the bus though cuz...ew. after we got off the bus i was dyin in the car on the way to bring phil home. my gullibleness did me in again. phil made me doubt my own common sense and control over my bladder. we were talkin about me pissin my pants and he goes "are you sure you didnt?" now anyone would know whether they did or not because even if you didnt notice that you did when it initially happened, youd at least notice the wetness of your pants. so with confidence i said, "yes." he then told me that i should check, just in case and motioned for me to do so by touching my crotch. so what do i do? as if i think theres the possibility that i did piss my pants (and not notice!), I FUCKING TOUCHED MY CROTCH!!! jesus i hate being simple minded.
i wasnt really up to goin out on thursday for a few reasons so i was lucky enough to have the house to myself for a good 4-5 hours. normally i dont sit at the computer as most of the people on my buddy list are away, reading everyones away messages because i have a few things that could better occupy my time. at least by a little that is. but on thursday (thanksgiving) i did read through everyones away message, for research/enlightenment purposes only. i realized that about 6 out of every 10 people that were away had an away message that was complaining about having to spend the holiday with their families. being sadistic as i am, i was very comforted by the fact that i am not the only person who is less than thrilled to be hauled around to see family. My average family gathering consists of at least a 20 minute ride to spend about 4 hours with people who probably want to see me even less than i want to sit around and mingle with people who are 40+ years older than i or have the responsibility of family babysitter imposed upon me for the day. id love to hear about other peoples *fun* thanksgiving experiences.
hah i was just talkin to allyson a few minutes ago about our Glory Girls thang. haha i miss the good ol days, they were realllly fun. ive actually been thinkin about those days a lot lately... i miss em. that was def one of the best years of my life. it was just an entire life of fuckin around constantly. the discouraging part of thinking about those days is that i have a lot of regrets. not really regrets...just one big regret. i wish i opened up more with everyone i hung out with around that time. i would have even had a lot more fun than i had if i opened up. not to say we didnt get close, it just could have been better if they all got to see the real me. we had some crazy times back then...oh god and then there was brian. he HATED me hanging out with her and john and joe. not really cuz he didnt like them but he didnt like the influence they had on me. which i dont really blame him for but if i didnt do the shit i did with them, i would have done it with someone else... and i did. oh boy ill have some stories to tell my children...i can see it now: "did mommy ever tell you about the times she went around new haven lookin for hook ups for a good part of the summer or when she got kicked out of the emergency room she was waiting for her drunken friend who had punched through a garage window for?"
::sighs:: good memories...
ive had the most awesome couple of days... what are the odds i spent them with phil? yesterday we went to the plaza for BLACK FRIDAY!! i had like no money so that was kind of painful so i just got to frolic around chanting, "SALES! SALES! SALES! SALES!" repetitively. i think i enjoy shopping a bit too much. although it was a lot easier when the shopping was free. oh well. ive already gone through the consequences of me getting arrested again and i dont think its really worth it:
my mom threatened that if i got arrested again id have to go live in florida with my dad. but even so, id get a minimum punishment of probation (if not community service or 6 months of jeuvi which is the standard for even first time offenders over 16). it doesnt get completely wiped from my record until a few months from now so little hope would exist that id be treated as a first time offender. therefore, with probation id have to stay in connecticut for at least that duration..which wouldnt exactly be a walk in the park dealing with my mom. on top of that, its generally a good idea to refrain from drinking or drug use while on probation so id have to lay off at least the hard drugs for a while. wow, i got way off topic. poor phil- the paragraph that was supposed to be dedicated to explaining how great the past two days with him have been have trailed out to me thinking about getting arrested again (not the most positive of topics). i blame the rice (k?)rispy treat. so prancing around the plaza was fun...and not a complete waste cuz i got more soft socks! i ended up losing one before i went home but... after the plaza phil and i went back to poppies house and sat around watching law and order for about 800 hours. later we went to my drum lesson which was cool until i crashed and burned at phils presence. we were supposed to go ice skating later that night with about 9000 people but didnt get to cuz the hamden ice rink people are gay and didnt have open skate for that time. so instead we went to the movies with michelle to see the polare express. i was pretty hyper. very hyper actually. i dont like the word hyper but its the most fitting to describe my state of being at that point. i think i pulled off pissing off every single person at the theater that night pretty well from being the obnoxious asshole who doesnt shut up during the movie to repetitively, enthusiastically hitting the handicap door opener. my soft spot for soft things also kicked in when i saw this black guy wearing a winter coat with fur on the hood. i gained sams respect by reaching up to touch it without hesitation. today phil and i went to new york!! that was fucking awesome...i havent been to new york city in such a long time. too long. i love everything about that city...especially the "fuck you" attitude that most of the people share toward everyone. within the first hour of us being there i had a few hundred too many hot dogs from the street stands than i should have. one of them had something hard in it that kinda crunched in my teeth but i disregarded it. oh well, take the bad with the good. we went to the metropolitan museum of art which was fun. i love that place. sadly i spent a good part of the time we were there wandering around saying "mmmmuh.. mmmuh..." over and over because i had a very long brain fart which prevented me from being able to think of the word "musket". at one point in the evening i dragged us into the NBC store because a large sphere with pretty bright lights in the store had caught my attention. if you know me, you know that i am extremely attracted to things that are soft, shiny or have pretty lights and a combination of the three would be purely orgasmic. i approached the big thing in awe and as usual with things that intrigue me, i had to touch it. i extended my arm and lightly poked it as the guy who worked there and stood at the door came up to me and told me not to touch the globe. i withdrew my arm and continued to stare at the huge thing. less than a minute later the guy approached me and said "im sorry but im gonna have to ask you to leave the store because you touched the globe." with a mix of disappointment and skepticism on my face i made my way to the door. he stopped me and said "nah, for real, im just messin with ya." har har. then i shot him point blank in the face. ok, fine. i didnt shoot him in the face. i threw a grenade at him. a little later we went to this coffee place and got....wait for it..................................
a big rice krispy treat. the sugar in that pretty much did me in for the night. by the time we got to the place where we were supposed to get the bus i was bouncin off the walls. actually we were outside so there werent walls. just buildings. i probably could have used some walls to bounce off cuz walls may have prevented me from bouncing into the the street and getting hit by that double decker bus.
at some point in between the rice krispy treat and the bus i came to a not so new realization (::starts singing sublime song::)<--(haha that looks like a happy face :) ) (:)) (confusing?). my realization: i am a very jealous girlfriend. im jealous to the point that its probably pretty unehalthy. never in my life have i been jealous enough to be driven crazy...over anything. let alone over things as petty as things that have caused me to go into "man-eating, maniac, over-territorial, jealous girlfriend" mode lately. at the mention of phils sister suggesting that he go say hi to a girl he had some involvement with i immediately snapped into that mode. thats bad but what makes it worse is that he had involvement with her when he was six! SIX! SIX! SIX! what justifies being jealous over an 11 year old relationship(which is no more)? i can say with assurance that if any girl ever tries anything with him that ill rip her apart by any means possible without hesitation. the only logical thing that i could back myself up with is that if they did see each other, theyre not 6 anymore. but still...
on the bus ride home i decided to turn off my hyper knob. i figured that it was best so i wouldnt annoy the hell outta phil for the entire time. i didnt have much to lose anyway since the movie sucked and we both ended up sleeping a bit. i think he did... by the time i woke up we were in connecticut and my bladder was about to explode. i refused to use the bathroom on the bus though cuz...ew. after we got off the bus i was dyin in the car on the way to bring phil home. my gullibleness did me in again. phil made me doubt my own common sense and control over my bladder. we were talkin about me pissin my pants and he goes "are you sure you didnt?" now anyone would know whether they did or not because even if you didnt notice that you did when it initially happened, youd at least notice the wetness of your pants. so with confidence i said, "yes." he then told me that i should check, just in case and motioned for me to do so by touching my crotch. so what do i do? as if i think theres the possibility that i did piss my pants (and not notice!), I FUCKING TOUCHED MY CROTCH!!! jesus i hate being simple minded.