Hypergraphia v2.0
So, we're in the beginning of Fall Madness, as it is apropos to call it that. I just set up Violette and Nicky's joint birthday party for October 3rd at Pump It Up. It happens to be the only day I can do it right in between their birthdays (September 30th is Vi's, and October 11th is Nicky's.) Then of course, then next day Rachel should be here and I'm going to be doing something for my birthday (October 5th) though I have no idea what that something is. October 1st is my dad's bday, and October 9th is Fawn's birthday. And checking birthday reminders, so is Crystal's and Heidi's is on the 12th. Did I get it all? GODDAMN I KNOW A LOT OF LIBRAS!
Needless to say, I'm going to be broke. I've managed to budget a little bit of money out so I can buy Rock Band 2 on the 28th. I'm dying to play the drums again. Plus the mic is supposed to have all the controller features on it, which owns. Plus, there's two strum bars on the bass so you can actually pluck the bass like, for real. Are you wondering why they just don't have real instruments and games that teach you how to play them? Me too. Maybe someday it'll start making sense to the people in charge. But for right now, America is going to be a country full of plastic musicians. And I'm a part of that. So eat it.
Violette had her first day of school yesterday. She was about the most quiet I've ever seen her. But she got along really well with all the little girls in her class. I stuck around just long enough to hear that they were going to be measuring and weighing everybody and comparing how big and how small some people are.
Oh. Great. Violette is built like a Mack Truck. She is just barely starting to thin out and take after me...well, the OLD me. But I'm like, that's wonderful...let's give her a complex before she starts Kindergarten. Sheesh.
Steven pretty much is the lady-killer in Kindergarten...is it really any wonder why? The kid is gorgeous. Thank god...you should have seen his dad. Not much to look at. Thank god for Grade A amniotic fluid. But yeah, all the little girls are always chasing him around and screaming his name. Nice to know he has a fan base going. His first day of school I got there to pick him up a half hour early and just watched him on the playground. He was running around with this little girl who was so freaking cute. They were holding hands and then Stevie bent down and picked her a dandelion and said "Here. This is for you." and she took and sniffed it and then ran off. Stevie, in the meantime, did exactly what I would expect him to do...He shoved his hands in his pockets, looked at the ground, and kicked some dirt around. HE IS SO CUTE!!! Lol. I know it's early, but he's going to be such a great boyfriend. He's so nice to me. Now, if we could just work on his temper, we'd have the full monty.
Austin, on the other hand, isn't doing too well. He's been running a fever for the last few days and we've had to keep him home from school. Also, I don't know why but he's crying like, all the time now. That's so not ok. And it breaks my heart and has me pulling my hair out because I don't know what to do for him or what's even wrong. It's not like he can tell me, he hardly ever talks. The most I've heard from him in the almost the past year is Home, Mom, and Love. That's basically his vocabulary. If he could control his good hand better it might be worth it to teach him sign language, but as it is I don't see it happening.
Anyway, we've got a slew of doctor's appointments for him to figure out what exactly is going on. Hopefully we'll have some answers sooner than later. I'm tired of him suffering.
So, that's depressing. Something to brighten it up a bit....
...My ass itches. Personal, no? Not as gross as your thinking. I went tanning with Fawn right before her bachelorette party because I've got a wicked halter top tan going on and since I'm wearing a strapless dress for the wedding on Sunday I don't want to look all ghetto. Those beds don't fuck around, either. I haven't tanned in years and have only done so a few times because, c'mon, look at me....I'm tan enough without doing anything.
So we got to Desert Sun or whateverthefuckit'scalled and they put me in this space-age technology bed. No boring flourescent bulbs on this one! No! It's got lamps on the top and you pull it down over yourself and a fan starts blasting your crotch-because apparently they don't want you to get stank-crotch while you're in there-and the bulbs come on and HELLO. They are so fucking bright the blue outlines of them get burned into your retinas even with your eyes closed. Nothing like retinal damage to go along with your tan, right?
So I'm in there for a full ten minutes which feels like hours when there's no music or anything to do. You know me. I need to be constantly occupied or I'm frothing at the mouth. And my face starts to feel like a slab of meat that's being defrosted in the microwave. It didn't burn, but my ass cheeks sure did! LOL! God, they itch so bad I've basically been walking around all day scratching my ass like a common man. As Paris Hilton would say "that's hot." And in so many different contexts, too.
And from all the responses from that last blog I've posted, I got the good smack in the face I needed to snap me out of my paranoia. I realize that while there may be quite a few people that don't like me, the ones that count are always here. And I feel better about it. I'm not going to sweat the petty shit anymore. I have no attention span for it, anyway. And while I seem super pissed off in the last blog, those who know me well, and I mean like, REALLY well, know that when I'm really hurt it immediately gets replaced with anger and then fizzles out. Case in point. I'm ok. I know that I'm a good person. And as long as an equal amount of people know that as those who don't get it, then I'll be fine.
So that's all. I'm currently working on making my own emoticons....it's kind of fun. You should try it.
Needless to say, I'm going to be broke. I've managed to budget a little bit of money out so I can buy Rock Band 2 on the 28th. I'm dying to play the drums again. Plus the mic is supposed to have all the controller features on it, which owns. Plus, there's two strum bars on the bass so you can actually pluck the bass like, for real. Are you wondering why they just don't have real instruments and games that teach you how to play them? Me too. Maybe someday it'll start making sense to the people in charge. But for right now, America is going to be a country full of plastic musicians. And I'm a part of that. So eat it.
Violette had her first day of school yesterday. She was about the most quiet I've ever seen her. But she got along really well with all the little girls in her class. I stuck around just long enough to hear that they were going to be measuring and weighing everybody and comparing how big and how small some people are.
Oh. Great. Violette is built like a Mack Truck. She is just barely starting to thin out and take after me...well, the OLD me. But I'm like, that's wonderful...let's give her a complex before she starts Kindergarten. Sheesh.
Steven pretty much is the lady-killer in Kindergarten...is it really any wonder why? The kid is gorgeous. Thank god...you should have seen his dad. Not much to look at. Thank god for Grade A amniotic fluid. But yeah, all the little girls are always chasing him around and screaming his name. Nice to know he has a fan base going. His first day of school I got there to pick him up a half hour early and just watched him on the playground. He was running around with this little girl who was so freaking cute. They were holding hands and then Stevie bent down and picked her a dandelion and said "Here. This is for you." and she took and sniffed it and then ran off. Stevie, in the meantime, did exactly what I would expect him to do...He shoved his hands in his pockets, looked at the ground, and kicked some dirt around. HE IS SO CUTE!!! Lol. I know it's early, but he's going to be such a great boyfriend. He's so nice to me. Now, if we could just work on his temper, we'd have the full monty.
Austin, on the other hand, isn't doing too well. He's been running a fever for the last few days and we've had to keep him home from school. Also, I don't know why but he's crying like, all the time now. That's so not ok. And it breaks my heart and has me pulling my hair out because I don't know what to do for him or what's even wrong. It's not like he can tell me, he hardly ever talks. The most I've heard from him in the almost the past year is Home, Mom, and Love. That's basically his vocabulary. If he could control his good hand better it might be worth it to teach him sign language, but as it is I don't see it happening.
Anyway, we've got a slew of doctor's appointments for him to figure out what exactly is going on. Hopefully we'll have some answers sooner than later. I'm tired of him suffering.
So, that's depressing. Something to brighten it up a bit....
...My ass itches. Personal, no? Not as gross as your thinking. I went tanning with Fawn right before her bachelorette party because I've got a wicked halter top tan going on and since I'm wearing a strapless dress for the wedding on Sunday I don't want to look all ghetto. Those beds don't fuck around, either. I haven't tanned in years and have only done so a few times because, c'mon, look at me....I'm tan enough without doing anything.
So we got to Desert Sun or whateverthefuckit'scalled and they put me in this space-age technology bed. No boring flourescent bulbs on this one! No! It's got lamps on the top and you pull it down over yourself and a fan starts blasting your crotch-because apparently they don't want you to get stank-crotch while you're in there-and the bulbs come on and HELLO. They are so fucking bright the blue outlines of them get burned into your retinas even with your eyes closed. Nothing like retinal damage to go along with your tan, right?
So I'm in there for a full ten minutes which feels like hours when there's no music or anything to do. You know me. I need to be constantly occupied or I'm frothing at the mouth. And my face starts to feel like a slab of meat that's being defrosted in the microwave. It didn't burn, but my ass cheeks sure did! LOL! God, they itch so bad I've basically been walking around all day scratching my ass like a common man. As Paris Hilton would say "that's hot." And in so many different contexts, too.
And from all the responses from that last blog I've posted, I got the good smack in the face I needed to snap me out of my paranoia. I realize that while there may be quite a few people that don't like me, the ones that count are always here. And I feel better about it. I'm not going to sweat the petty shit anymore. I have no attention span for it, anyway. And while I seem super pissed off in the last blog, those who know me well, and I mean like, REALLY well, know that when I'm really hurt it immediately gets replaced with anger and then fizzles out. Case in point. I'm ok. I know that I'm a good person. And as long as an equal amount of people know that as those who don't get it, then I'll be fine.
So that's all. I'm currently working on making my own emoticons....it's kind of fun. You should try it.