Weird Stories From Classmates.Com
Now Playing: One More Night, Phill Collins
Two things about classmates, and then I'll get to the REAL post:
A few years ago, it was somewhere in '02 I think, I get an email from Classmates, telling me I have an email from some yutz I used to know. Turns out, I DO remember this particular person. I used to work at a comic book store (yeah yeah, make your silly jokes), and I was just 14 at the time. Hey, it supported my extreme comic habit, and I made shit for money, but it was something to do right? Anyway, there was this guy that worked there, a college student named Dave, who was the coolest. He was wordly and educated, with a car and a girlfriend and his own apartment and everything. We practically ran the place ourselves, but that's another post entirely.
The comic book store closed after I had worked there for two years, and after that I heard nothing from Dave, because you know he was a college student and stuff. But in 02 I get this email from him, telling me he had to pay 35 bucks for a freaking membership just to write one email. Awww....
Turns out he was a bigwig computer programmer, and he was working in Issaquah, which is kinda far from where I am, but not a like a day trip or anything. We hooked up. It was COOL. We went out to sushi and talked about what had been going on in like the last SEVEN YEARS. But anyway, we talked for a while, and he went back to Issaquah and we kept in touch for a while and then we both dropped off the planet again. I expect another email from him sometime in 2009.
Onward to my point:
Yesterday I get another message from Classmates, where I NEVER go because high school was a wasteland of abuse for me, from one of my actual FRIENDS. The last time I saw her, she was preganant with a kid and her boyfriend was this skinny, greasy little geek blessed with the unfortunate name of Marrison Scroggins, I believe.
Just outta nowhere, there she is. I had instant flashbacks of a stranger time, and we sent a couple of emails back and forth, and it looks like we'll be talking for a while. She's got two kids now, and the oldest is six years, which means its been at LEAST that long since I've seen her, and she's been married for four and living in Reno NV. RENO? SO jealous. And she has a job. Even MORE jealous.
But here's my point: Classmates.com has yet to yield any normal, run-of-the-mill stuff for me. It's always like crazy, people I haven't heard from in fucking YEARS stuff. Not that I'm complaining, it's just that I figured that once I left High School no one would remember me but as "that terminal fucking weird geek that no one likes".
Apparently, I was wrong.

You Don't Need Kids to Watch TV
Y'all need to check out Lazytown on Nickelodeon. No, seriously. It's REALLY trippy, and I totally dig this hot bitch, whoever he is.

He plays Sportacus, the hero of Lazytown. He's SUPER athletic. And hot. Even with the stupid mustache.

And One More Makes 150!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mood:  caffeinated
THERE'S A GUY ON MY BACK PORCH!!!!!!
WE'RE ON THE SECOND FLOOR!!!!!!!!
HE WON'T GO AWAY AND HE'S MAKING LOTS OF NOISE!!!
CAN YOU HEAR ME?!?!?!?!?

Oh yeah, and the extra-special happy note of my day? Right before I go to sleep? Dear God, David Boreanaz, the hottest of the hot, will be on a new TV show!!!!!
How much you wanta bet he'll be pigeonholed as Angel and the show will never make past the first half-season? Anybody? Bets? Anyone?

Oh yeah, and this Jackass too. GOD how I love stumbling this early in the morning. Maybe I can find more....

I AM AWAKE NOW
This is the BEST. LINK. EVER.
Especially if you're Batman, who will laugh his ass off. Actually, I laughed MY ass off, and I try to be tolerant of internet people.
Stop Vampire Hate
I reccommend the guest book, because it made me giggle. Lots of giggles. Like, TONS of giggling goodness. I myself was going to post something, but why should I when I kan speel reealley grate?

Why I Don't Vote
Now Playing: Follow You Down, Gin Blossoms
According to MSN. com, the vote is now Kerry 221, Bush 269. A quick trip to Yahoo! points out that the vote is now Kerry 252, Bush 254. This in the matter of seconds it takes me to surf from one page to another and refresh one of the TWO FUCKING PAGES I have open.
Just figured if everyone else is writing about it, I feel I should cover something too.
BTW, it's 2:38 AM here.

Bytes
Even as down in the dumps as I am, I can't stop blogging. Go figure.
Currently thinking about:
1. Bush is taking the election. As of right now, it's 269 Bush, 211 Kerry. The vote map looks like a fucking white stripes flag.
2. Ashlee Simpson. God love her, she can play it off all she wants, but she got caught. Rich people ALWAYS have an excuse, don't they just?
3. The departed Colonel Mustard. Yall know he'll be back, but the WHEN of the matter is a matter of discussion. But oh yes, you know he'll be back.
4. A short story that popped into my head a few minutes ago that I need to write about before I forget. I think I'll call it "Darker, WI".
5. The fact that I am a ridiculous romantic. I keep hearing love songs with violins on my Winamp and I keep thinking about my husband. I am SUCH a sap.
6. The drunk voting post on Amalah's page. GOD, I could read her all day and keep laughing. I wish I had humor. Lots and lots of humor. SCADS of humor.
7. The fact that it is 1:16 AM right now and I can't sleep because of my new weight-loss pills.
8. My new weight loss pills, Leptopril. It's like Leptoprin, but it's the WalMart version. It says on the bottle "NOT for use as a casual dieting aid." That's a little frightening, but if I visualize hard enough I can feel the pounds melting away. Actually, no. But I can't have any more caffeine with these. NO MORE SODA.
9. The fact that I have yet to post the answers to PMW 6. Soon enough, I'll get to it. Maybe tomorrow morning when I'm all hopped up on Leptopril.
10. My MOM is coming, yall. My MOM. Must clean house. Every day. Must have SPOTLESS house. Must NOT freak out. Also, have nothing to wera. Must buy big-girl clothes to be seen in public in.
11. The Halloween party we went to on Saturday night. I shan't go into the details because of certain things, but I will say this: Invited on Tuesday, decided to go at 8:30 PM that night, and then spent an HOUR AND A HALF sitting around because the hub-unit wanted a costume and couldn't find anything because it was the night BEFORE Halloween. And what does he decide on after pouting for an hour and fifteen minutes? A russian mail-order bride. I never, NEVER want to see my man with boobs and ugle makeup again. EVER. He did, however, get felt up a lot, and that was funny. And Space Ghost? GREAT COSTUME.
And now I've stopped thinking. Must find map of Wisconsin...

Mood:  blue
It's raining. HARD. The wind is blowing.
I am depressed, and will be taking a few days off from blogging maniacally.
I hate Mondays.

Prove Me Wrong 6
Now Playing: Anna Begins, Counting Crows
Topic: Prove Me Wrong
The human disease kuru, which is caused by a filterable particle, is found in the Fore speaking people of New Guinea. The disease is perpetuated through the practice of cannibalism. These people eat the bodies of their own dead. Because only the women and children eat the brains, kuru is usually not found in the adult male population. Kuru has a slow onset and is manifested by cerebellar signs and shaking ataxia. Death occurs with 18 to 24 months. Kuru is also known as "The Laughing Disease".

Eegah
I'm not good with pain.
Well, not good with pain that I didn't justly visit upon myself. For instance; my tattoos. I've got 12 of 'em. They hurt a wee bit, but since I paid for them it didn't bother me in the slightest. Same thing with my piercings. Or when I trip on something and slam chest-first into the doorjamb, which I have done on numerous occasions in our three doorjamb apartment.
But surgery pain, I have no say in. I mean, I could have said NO GET THE SCRAPER AWAY FROM ME, but then the hub-unit would have lost his everluvvin mind on a daily basis worrying that I would just up and DIE on him in a week, or worse yet get cancer and die slowly and horribly in a few years. Seriously, he was THAT nervous. How many times a DAY did I tell him, and yall for that matter, that it was a MINOR thing?
However, it doesn't FEEL minor. And better yet? It hurts worse with the monthly hoodang happening before I'm totally okay. OWOWOWOWOWOWOW. God bless Motrin. And not the skinny little crapomotrin that you buy at the store, I'm talking about the blessed ginormous 800 mg fuckers that the navy hands out like mini Snickers at every turn.
So I'm sitting here at the computer, trying to enjoy my onion bagel with salmon cream cheese (kiss me QUICK, right?) and my cup of coffee, and I am cramping so bad and my cervix is on super-retaliation mode because muscle squeezings are BAD for healing stuff, and I'm just a-waitin for the shit to kick in. And because I will have blessed non-pain, I will probably go back to bed because I have the sniffles and I woke up at 3 freaking AM all bubbles and brightness, which is slowly fading.
But first, I have some posts to post, know what I mean?