above from "Penny Lane" by the Beatles.
If cleanliness is godliness, consider my home a holy shrine. 3 out of the 4 rooms in my apartment are now pretty and beautiful and clean. Woo hoo. The bedroom and the vacuuming are gonna be the toughest to tackle, but I'm up to the challenge. Up next, after the apartment gets in order, is tackling my car. That may be a much more daunting task than my apartment. I'm thinking of paying my sister 50 bucks to detail it for me.
Just saw the trailer for 'Walk the Line', the new Johnny Cash biopic. I'm going to see this movie for 2 reasons....First and foremost, Johnny Cash is the fucking man, hands down. Secondly, Joaquin Phoenix. He's yummy and I want to lick him. But moreso for the first reason. Johnny Cash. Fucking man.
Just got done watching Farenheit 9/11. I thought it was very well done. I love Charter on Demand. I demanded Farenheit and got it. It was on my free movies this month. Thank you Charter and Showtime. You are both lovely.
This time tomorrow, my trivia team and I may be enjoying a delicious win at O'Leary's trivia night. I'm not counting my chickens yet, but I'm confident that we will do well and will drink the sweet sweet nectar of victory.
I'm a big nerd. Can't wait to get back to school. I drove by the university the other day on my way to the Loop and I wanted to go in and go to school right then. 2 problems..it was nighttime and school doesn't start for another 3 weeks. I get this way about this time every year. Summer is way too long for me. I thirst for knowledge and right now, I'm 99% parched.
Had a strange dream last night. Remember bits and pieces of it. I remember being in a class at school with John Boyer, a guy I used to work with at KCOU, and some friend of his that I've never seen before in my life. We had fun in class. Then, I remember walking into Kurt from GBQ and Elements Of's practice at Kurt's apartment, opening the fridge, popping a beer, and leaving. Strange strange dream.
Nix let me borrow one of his books -- "Dave Barry's Guide to Guys". If you want a good laugh, read Dave Barry. He's hiliarious. Now, I know what you're thinking...if anyone needs a guide to guys, it's certainly not me. [insert Andrea is practically a guy joke here]. He just talks about being a guy and the ins and outs of being a dude. It's hilarious. It's written in such a way that girls could enjoy it too. That makes 5 books I'm currently reading. I need to finish them. I'm currently reading
--Dark Tower III
--Sixpence House
--D.B. Guide to Guys
--Invisible Monsters
and Doing Our Own Thing : The Degradation of Language and Music
I'm closest to finishing Dark Tower III, with Invisible Monsters a close 2nd. I've barely scratched the surface of the other 3.
The doctor comes back to work tomorrow, which means it is going to be hectic as hell around the office. All the freakshows will be out too. I think I'm gonna close the door to my office, put on KSHE, and tune everything out, just focus on my work.
Saw 2 movies this weekend -- The Island and Wedding Crashers. I'm not a movie reviewer. If you like mind-bending sci-fi flicks, go see The Island. If you want to pee your pants from laughing so hard, go see Wedding Crashers. It's fun. And it has Christopher Walken, who can take any movie and make it worth watching. I love me some Christopher Walken. And Vince Vaughn. I want to lick him too. He's money. (If you don't get the 'money' thing, watch Swingers and you will understand).
I've been contemplating burning some new theme CDs or even some genre or decade CDs. I've been playing the fuck out of Abbey Road and Janis Joplin's greatest hits that I think I've officially burned myself out on them. I don't like a lot of the new shit that's out today -- emphasis on the word 'shit'. so I think a move back to the classics is in order. Also been listening to a lot of techno lately. No, I'm not going 'rave-tastic' on you all. It's just really fun music to listen to. Mainly Fatboy Slim, Crystal Method, and Moby. Moby may be a uber-vegan wuss, but some of his stuff is cool. I'm listening to Moby right now as a matter of fact (thank you Joseph for putting Moby and other neato techno tunes on the server when we lived in Columbia).
Word on the street is that Pink Floyd just may be getting back together for a reunion tour. The original lineup. I would give both arms and my first born to see Pink Floyd in concert. Now granted, I'll be sober as a judge when I see them (notice I said 'when' I see them). Everone else will be getting all psychedelic and acid tripped out. Why alter your perception to see a band? I'm there for the music, not for the drugs. I could trip acid in my room and listen to Floyd. Anyway, that's besides the point. Should Floyd come to town, I will sell whatever belongings I need to sell and forego paying any bills that I have in order to have money to see Floyd. I don't need electricity for a couple days. I do need to see Pink Floyd.
I remember : going to see the Pink Floyd laser light show at the Science Center with Sparkamus, Yoda, Josh, PV, and Chuck. Now, that was good times indeed.
I think my I remember feature may become a semi-permanent fixture on this blog. It's good to wax nostalgic once in a while.
Mark your calendars -- August 19th to 21st. It's my birthday weekend. Now, I know the 20th is Quill Day and I respect that and will give Quill tons of birthday fun times. However, I will be celebrating mainly on the 19th and 21st. Plans are up in the air currently. I do know that Joe's Crab Shack is a contender for eats, and martinis at Rue 13 may also be in order. Yeesh, I'm gonna be 24. Oh, the humanity. Anyway, I will post further details when they become available (i.e. when I make up my mind on what the fuck I want to do.)
Well, I guess that's it. I"m a bit sleepy, so I'm gonna go fade into yet another dreamscape.
Music : Moby - Honey
Link : Yahoo! Movies (so you can watch the Johnny Cash movie trailer, cause i know you are all just dying with anticipation. I know I am)
There, Beaver. I'm done updating my blog. Hope you enjoyed reading it.
HIZZ
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Smoke the day's last cigarette, rememberin' what she said
above lyric from Bob Seger (later Metallica) -- Turn the Page
Two updates in two days?! Could it be? I must be sick or something.
Actually, I think it's getting that way. I'm all sneezy. Oh well, I've been sick before, so it's not a big deal.
Tomorrow's gonna suck, but not worse than yesterday. I get hit with another 11-hour workday tomorrow. Yep, 8-7. Sorry folks, not gonna be able to join everyone at O'Leary's for some karaoke fun. Word on the street is that Nix is coming, so you guys will get to see him at least.
Yesterday was hard, and hectic, and very worrysome. I worked an 11-hour day. All the freaks that come to my work came to the office yesterday. Here's a quick rundown of a couple of the freaks.
**Names have been changed to protect the freaks**
Al -- Al is a black man in his late 30s. He's diabetic, partially blind, and walks with a cane. That's not why he's a freak. That's just a tragic part of his life. Al has decided that he doesn't like American women. Al's getting a mail order bride from the Philipines. Guess who he's recruited to write letters to her, since he's blind. Yep, me. So once she comes over here, I get to meet the woman I've been corresponding with. Don't worry, they're not letters of unrequited love. More friendship letters than anything. I'm Al's ghostwriter, only I'm a lot smarter than him, so when she meets him, he's gonna look like such a dumbass. Yay, big words. On top of all this, Al thinks he and I are buddies, but he loves to criticize me. In one day, he said he hated my hair cut, scoffed at me for drinking sugar soda, told me that he can cook Italian food better than me (you don't EVER say that to a Wop, unless you wanna suddenly get "disappeared". He also steals our lollipops, which are for the little kids of patients treating with us, not for 40 year old men with mental problems. He takes all the blue ones, like 10 at a time. Doc made me take him home one time, since he can't drive and his Call-a-Ride people didn't pick him up. I was never more anxious to get him out of my car. Lately, I've gone out of my way to be a smartass to him. I wanna do normal work, not talk to Al the freak.
Jim - Jim is in his 70s. He's retired from A-B. First, let's talk about Jim's family. Jim is married to Elizabeth, a woman who looks a hell of a lot older than 65. She walks with a cane and has a mouth like a trucker. She's also half deaf, so you have to scream at her in order to get her to hear you. She likes to tell me that I "favor my mother". She's met my mother and decided that we look alike, which we do. However, I don't need the woman pointing it out everytime she comes to the office. Jim has a son, who's in his 40s, named Jim, Jr. The best way I can describe him is Neanderthal. He wears ratty jean shorts, tight t-shirts (he's like 260 lbs) and has long hair and a long scraggly beard. He looks like Grizzly Adams. Or a sex offender. I'm not sure. Anyway, he's quiet and keeps to himself. Before I met Nix, Doc told me he'd set me up with Jim, Jr. For the rest of that day, I got back at Doc by not giving him any of his phone messages and playing computer games instead of doing work. Yay revenge! Anyway, back to Jim. He's a nice old man, but he is mentally fucked. He talks about the most random shit and jabbers on and on, only to flip to another subject in almost mid-sentence. Or, he'll just spout random shit. I was coming back from the bathroom and him and his wife were walking down the hall from the office. I say "Hi guys." His wife says "What?" and Jim says "We had omelettes for breakfast today. I like mine with cheese and green peppers". I said, "That's great, Jim. I like omelettes too. Anyway, I gotta go." I barricaded myself in my back office for the rest of the day.
Rick -- Rick is a felon. Rick lives in a halfway house. I had to take Rick to the bank one day so he could cash a check and pay money to the doctor. Rick didn't have his ID, only his Department of Corrections badge. Hooray for Take A Felon to the Bank day!
Anyway, those are 3 of the more colorful characters that come into my office. Believe me, I've got some stories to tell (like about a recent patient, who's in jail now for raping and suffocating a 70 year old woman 7 years ago, or about . And these people are coming in to have their backs worked on. They need to go to a fucking head doctor. Shit, all the crazies aren't locked up, it seems.
Well, I spent a long time talking about crazy folks. That's my job though, tending to the psychos.
11 hours tomorrow. I can handle it, cause I'm Super Andrea.
Last night was stressful. We had a bit of a scare with Jarrod, but it was our best show we've ever played other than that.
REMINDER : Trivia Night next Tuesday @ O'Learys. Jason has joined the squad and will be accompanying me next week. We wish for more people to come. Let me know if you would like to accompany Jedi Master Yoda and the Trivia Mistress to O'Learys for some asskicking. The lovely Miss Katie (college friend of the Jedi and myself) and guitar god Chuk may join us as well. Hmmm...technology, general useless info and music, entertainment, and history. We've got the total package. We need General Nate for WWII trivia and someone for sports and we've got all our bases covered. Anyone is welcome to attend. Lemme know. For a crash course in how NOT to play trivia at a bar, refer to the Aqua Teen Hunger Force episode "Super Trivia".
I have to get maintenance in here sometime in the next week to fix yet another leak. Somehow the air register in my living room is leaking water inside the wall. I have a waterspot on my living room wall and a drip drip into a puddle coming from my bedroom wall overhang. Fuck. I'm so tired of shit leaking in this apartment. Well, it's better than living in my car. At least my bed is comfortable (if you like sleeping on concrete, which I do).
Had lunch with Toni today. Caught up on stuff that's happened since the wedding and talked about the honeymoon. Found out some shit I really didn't care to know about. Okay, I did care to know about it, cause it was damned funny, but I will never tell anyone what I heard. I'm taking this one to the grave. Sorry.
A thought on Toni, if I may. We were pretty good friends in high school, it tapered off a bit in college, just cause I was at Mizzou and she was here. But she was dating Scuba and then Nick, so we were really never "not friends". There were just times we didn't talk as much as we do now. I thought of something a little while ago. She and I have become a whole lot tighter in the last year than we've ever been. This Amber fiasco has really brought us closer as friends. I don't care if anyone doesn't like her. All I know is that I had a lot of fun at lunch with her today. I don't do that with a lot of people. A little 1 on 1 time is nice once in a while. And she got me a cool shot glass from St. Martin, so she's like my favorite person right now. That's the way to my heart -- shot glasses. They're good times.
It's time for bed. I gotta get up in 4 1/2 hours for my 11 hour day and my daily dose of freakshow goodness. Oh, joy!
Pretty sounds -- "Cry Baby" by Janis Joplin
Link -- The Workday Simulator (this is one of my favorite timewasters. It makes my fun meter spin uncontrollably)
It's hot outside. Drink lots of water.
ANDREA
Two updates in two days?! Could it be? I must be sick or something.
Actually, I think it's getting that way. I'm all sneezy. Oh well, I've been sick before, so it's not a big deal.
Tomorrow's gonna suck, but not worse than yesterday. I get hit with another 11-hour workday tomorrow. Yep, 8-7. Sorry folks, not gonna be able to join everyone at O'Leary's for some karaoke fun. Word on the street is that Nix is coming, so you guys will get to see him at least.
Yesterday was hard, and hectic, and very worrysome. I worked an 11-hour day. All the freaks that come to my work came to the office yesterday. Here's a quick rundown of a couple of the freaks.
**Names have been changed to protect the freaks**
Al -- Al is a black man in his late 30s. He's diabetic, partially blind, and walks with a cane. That's not why he's a freak. That's just a tragic part of his life. Al has decided that he doesn't like American women. Al's getting a mail order bride from the Philipines. Guess who he's recruited to write letters to her, since he's blind. Yep, me. So once she comes over here, I get to meet the woman I've been corresponding with. Don't worry, they're not letters of unrequited love. More friendship letters than anything. I'm Al's ghostwriter, only I'm a lot smarter than him, so when she meets him, he's gonna look like such a dumbass. Yay, big words. On top of all this, Al thinks he and I are buddies, but he loves to criticize me. In one day, he said he hated my hair cut, scoffed at me for drinking sugar soda, told me that he can cook Italian food better than me (you don't EVER say that to a Wop, unless you wanna suddenly get "disappeared". He also steals our lollipops, which are for the little kids of patients treating with us, not for 40 year old men with mental problems. He takes all the blue ones, like 10 at a time. Doc made me take him home one time, since he can't drive and his Call-a-Ride people didn't pick him up. I was never more anxious to get him out of my car. Lately, I've gone out of my way to be a smartass to him. I wanna do normal work, not talk to Al the freak.
Jim - Jim is in his 70s. He's retired from A-B. First, let's talk about Jim's family. Jim is married to Elizabeth, a woman who looks a hell of a lot older than 65. She walks with a cane and has a mouth like a trucker. She's also half deaf, so you have to scream at her in order to get her to hear you. She likes to tell me that I "favor my mother". She's met my mother and decided that we look alike, which we do. However, I don't need the woman pointing it out everytime she comes to the office. Jim has a son, who's in his 40s, named Jim, Jr. The best way I can describe him is Neanderthal. He wears ratty jean shorts, tight t-shirts (he's like 260 lbs) and has long hair and a long scraggly beard. He looks like Grizzly Adams. Or a sex offender. I'm not sure. Anyway, he's quiet and keeps to himself. Before I met Nix, Doc told me he'd set me up with Jim, Jr. For the rest of that day, I got back at Doc by not giving him any of his phone messages and playing computer games instead of doing work. Yay revenge! Anyway, back to Jim. He's a nice old man, but he is mentally fucked. He talks about the most random shit and jabbers on and on, only to flip to another subject in almost mid-sentence. Or, he'll just spout random shit. I was coming back from the bathroom and him and his wife were walking down the hall from the office. I say "Hi guys." His wife says "What?" and Jim says "We had omelettes for breakfast today. I like mine with cheese and green peppers". I said, "That's great, Jim. I like omelettes too. Anyway, I gotta go." I barricaded myself in my back office for the rest of the day.
Rick -- Rick is a felon. Rick lives in a halfway house. I had to take Rick to the bank one day so he could cash a check and pay money to the doctor. Rick didn't have his ID, only his Department of Corrections badge. Hooray for Take A Felon to the Bank day!
Anyway, those are 3 of the more colorful characters that come into my office. Believe me, I've got some stories to tell (like about a recent patient, who's in jail now for raping and suffocating a 70 year old woman 7 years ago, or about . And these people are coming in to have their backs worked on. They need to go to a fucking head doctor. Shit, all the crazies aren't locked up, it seems.
Well, I spent a long time talking about crazy folks. That's my job though, tending to the psychos.
11 hours tomorrow. I can handle it, cause I'm Super Andrea.
Last night was stressful. We had a bit of a scare with Jarrod, but it was our best show we've ever played other than that.
REMINDER : Trivia Night next Tuesday @ O'Learys. Jason has joined the squad and will be accompanying me next week. We wish for more people to come. Let me know if you would like to accompany Jedi Master Yoda and the Trivia Mistress to O'Learys for some asskicking. The lovely Miss Katie (college friend of the Jedi and myself) and guitar god Chuk may join us as well. Hmmm...technology, general useless info and music, entertainment, and history. We've got the total package. We need General Nate for WWII trivia and someone for sports and we've got all our bases covered. Anyone is welcome to attend. Lemme know. For a crash course in how NOT to play trivia at a bar, refer to the Aqua Teen Hunger Force episode "Super Trivia".
I have to get maintenance in here sometime in the next week to fix yet another leak. Somehow the air register in my living room is leaking water inside the wall. I have a waterspot on my living room wall and a drip drip into a puddle coming from my bedroom wall overhang. Fuck. I'm so tired of shit leaking in this apartment. Well, it's better than living in my car. At least my bed is comfortable (if you like sleeping on concrete, which I do).
Had lunch with Toni today. Caught up on stuff that's happened since the wedding and talked about the honeymoon. Found out some shit I really didn't care to know about. Okay, I did care to know about it, cause it was damned funny, but I will never tell anyone what I heard. I'm taking this one to the grave. Sorry.
A thought on Toni, if I may. We were pretty good friends in high school, it tapered off a bit in college, just cause I was at Mizzou and she was here. But she was dating Scuba and then Nick, so we were really never "not friends". There were just times we didn't talk as much as we do now. I thought of something a little while ago. She and I have become a whole lot tighter in the last year than we've ever been. This Amber fiasco has really brought us closer as friends. I don't care if anyone doesn't like her. All I know is that I had a lot of fun at lunch with her today. I don't do that with a lot of people. A little 1 on 1 time is nice once in a while. And she got me a cool shot glass from St. Martin, so she's like my favorite person right now. That's the way to my heart -- shot glasses. They're good times.
It's time for bed. I gotta get up in 4 1/2 hours for my 11 hour day and my daily dose of freakshow goodness. Oh, joy!
Pretty sounds -- "Cry Baby" by Janis Joplin
Link -- The Workday Simulator (this is one of my favorite timewasters. It makes my fun meter spin uncontrollably)
It's hot outside. Drink lots of water.
ANDREA
Monday, July 18, 2005
And The Beat Goes On...
above song lyric by Sonny and Cher
That's right. The beat goes on.
Lots of fun stuff has been happening here lately. Here's my update.
Hmmm...where to start.
--Slowly trying to regain a sense of normalcy since Nix moved out. No, I'm not mad or anything. I'm happy that he's happy. I will always worry about him and care deeply about him. However, I think this is the best thing for both of us.
--Been hanging out with the old group lately. How we've all stayed friends this long is anyone's guess.
--Toni and Erich's wedding. Yeah. There's been enough bullshit spewed about that. I'm just gonna say that it was a beautiful wedding, and despite the snafus, I'd do it again. Can't fault me for that, so don't even try.
--Go see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It's great!
--Got sick of my fake nails for the wedding. Pulled each and every one of them off, discovering that my pain threshhold is higher than I originally thought
--Scarlet Whore TOMORROW at the RED SEA. 8 pm. BE THERE!
Hmmm...what else.
Oh!
Happy belated birthdays to:
Skot
Chrissy
and Len!
I hope you all ate lots of birthday cake and got good presents.
I thought I had a lot more to write about....oh well.
DID YOU KNOW:
Ketchup was sold in the 1830s as medicine.
On average, 12 newborns will be given to the wrong parents daily.
The mask used by Michael Myers in the original "Halloween" was a Captain Kirk mask painted white.
A tiny amount of liquor on a scorpion will make it instantly go mad and sting itself to death.
Well, now you do.
HIZZ
Song of the Day : /\/ | \/\ - "The Day the World Went Away (Quiet)"
Link of the Day : Design Your Own Hell
That's right. The beat goes on.
Lots of fun stuff has been happening here lately. Here's my update.
Hmmm...where to start.
--Slowly trying to regain a sense of normalcy since Nix moved out. No, I'm not mad or anything. I'm happy that he's happy. I will always worry about him and care deeply about him. However, I think this is the best thing for both of us.
--Been hanging out with the old group lately. How we've all stayed friends this long is anyone's guess.
--Toni and Erich's wedding. Yeah. There's been enough bullshit spewed about that. I'm just gonna say that it was a beautiful wedding, and despite the snafus, I'd do it again. Can't fault me for that, so don't even try.
--Go see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It's great!
--Got sick of my fake nails for the wedding. Pulled each and every one of them off, discovering that my pain threshhold is higher than I originally thought
--Scarlet Whore TOMORROW at the RED SEA. 8 pm. BE THERE!
Hmmm...what else.
Oh!
Happy belated birthdays to:
Skot
Chrissy
and Len!
I hope you all ate lots of birthday cake and got good presents.
I thought I had a lot more to write about....oh well.
DID YOU KNOW:
Ketchup was sold in the 1830s as medicine.
On average, 12 newborns will be given to the wrong parents daily.
The mask used by Michael Myers in the original "Halloween" was a Captain Kirk mask painted white.
A tiny amount of liquor on a scorpion will make it instantly go mad and sting itself to death.
Well, now you do.
HIZZ
Song of the Day : /\/ | \/\ - "The Day the World Went Away (Quiet)"
Link of the Day : Design Your Own Hell
Friday, July 08, 2005
Flashback
not a song. I don't need a song title for this one.
Early in june, I did something. I didn't think and I ended up hurting someone deeply. I was selfish and thought only of myself. Tonight, those actions of mine came back to haunt me, in the darkest way possible. I saw a side of the person that I hurt that I've never seen before. And you know what, I deserved everything I got -- every scream, every yell, every "Fuck off", every "Fuck you" every "I hate you", every "fucking bitch". I deserved it and they were justified in giving it to me. This is my apology.
@Nix -- I can offer you only one thing. My sincere apology. True, it may not be worth much, but inside, I feel like nothing. I feel like I betrayed you and ruined your life. I feel like shit right now, and I deserve to feel that way, because I didn't think about you on the one day that mattered to you the most. I was selfish. I wish there was a better way to say I'm sorry, and I know that it will never fix it completely. If I could go back in time and do it all over again, I'd do it so much differently. I'd listen to your story, I'd let you go off on your own, to have time to think and to not think about the thing that haunts you most in life. I'd let you have your day. Instead, I was selfish and thought of myself. That makes me a horrible person and I hope that you will find it in your heart to forgive me. I never want to go through what I went through tonight...all the rage and anger. It scared me, it upset me. I care about you deeply, with every fiber of my heart I care about you. I feel horrible and am publicly outing myself as someone who cares only about themselves, a selfish human, full of guilt and sorrow. Someone who hurts the ones they love, even if it's not deliberately. A terrible person, condemened to a life of confusion and pain because of the selfish decision I made. I would do anything in the world to make this up to you. Anything at all, any cost, any action. But for now, all I can offer is my apology and a plea for forgiveness, from a selfish human.
HIZZY
Early in june, I did something. I didn't think and I ended up hurting someone deeply. I was selfish and thought only of myself. Tonight, those actions of mine came back to haunt me, in the darkest way possible. I saw a side of the person that I hurt that I've never seen before. And you know what, I deserved everything I got -- every scream, every yell, every "Fuck off", every "Fuck you" every "I hate you", every "fucking bitch". I deserved it and they were justified in giving it to me. This is my apology.
@Nix -- I can offer you only one thing. My sincere apology. True, it may not be worth much, but inside, I feel like nothing. I feel like I betrayed you and ruined your life. I feel like shit right now, and I deserve to feel that way, because I didn't think about you on the one day that mattered to you the most. I was selfish. I wish there was a better way to say I'm sorry, and I know that it will never fix it completely. If I could go back in time and do it all over again, I'd do it so much differently. I'd listen to your story, I'd let you go off on your own, to have time to think and to not think about the thing that haunts you most in life. I'd let you have your day. Instead, I was selfish and thought of myself. That makes me a horrible person and I hope that you will find it in your heart to forgive me. I never want to go through what I went through tonight...all the rage and anger. It scared me, it upset me. I care about you deeply, with every fiber of my heart I care about you. I feel horrible and am publicly outing myself as someone who cares only about themselves, a selfish human, full of guilt and sorrow. Someone who hurts the ones they love, even if it's not deliberately. A terrible person, condemened to a life of confusion and pain because of the selfish decision I made. I would do anything in the world to make this up to you. Anything at all, any cost, any action. But for now, all I can offer is my apology and a plea for forgiveness, from a selfish human.
HIZZY
Monday, June 20, 2005
Busy prepositions, always on the go!
above lyrics from "Busy Prepositions" from Schoolhouse Rock!
Wow. I'm blogging.
No. I'm not dead. I've been mega-busy lately, but not at all dead. Sorry I've been so distant and haven't blogged lately.
Oh Judas H. Priest, where to begin?
I made a list of stuff I wanted to blog about. I lost that list.
Let's get the fun stuff out of the way first. I want you in a good mood at the end of this blog.
--Scarlet Whore rocked the house at the Red Sea. Thanks to Kurt and everyone at the Red Sea for being sweet and accomodating and really personable and nice. Word on the street is that we're headlining a metal showcase there on July 19. Busy July.
--Happy Birthday to my 2nd cousin Destiny and to Amanda and Wendi. Also happy birthday (albeit a week belated) to one of the greatest guitar legends ever...Mr. Les Paul. He turned 90 last week. So next time you go to Guitar Center and see a Gibson, wish Les Paul a happy 90th.
--Deep Throat (the man, not the porn) was outed last week as being Mark Felt, the number 2 guy at the CIA. In his younger years, he bore a striking resemblance to Christopher Walken. Pictures to come soon.
--Congrats to Joe on getting a new job. YAY!
--Michael Jackson beat it. That's all I'm gonna say.
And now, for the bad stuff
--Epps totally punked Nix. Hope he enjoys having his own place. Thanks for making my life, and Nix's, just a little more difficult. Appreciate it.
--Beav's been under a lot of pressure lately. Hang in there, buddy. Remember my advice to you - "Use what you have and do your best". You do not have to live up to such lofty expectations. Just do what you can.
--My sister is killing my father. Very slowly, but nonetheless killing him.
--I cannot keep this place clean. I cannot keep my life in order. It's chaotic.
--Ugh.
My head is swimming. I feel like screaming. I need to go away for a while, to de-stress. But I can't do that. I'm too busy.
Sounds : Nix is sleeping through Day of the Dead, which I can hear from the living room.
Link : don't really feel like looking for one.
It feels good to sit down,
ANDREA
Wow. I'm blogging.
No. I'm not dead. I've been mega-busy lately, but not at all dead. Sorry I've been so distant and haven't blogged lately.
Oh Judas H. Priest, where to begin?
I made a list of stuff I wanted to blog about. I lost that list.
Let's get the fun stuff out of the way first. I want you in a good mood at the end of this blog.
--Scarlet Whore rocked the house at the Red Sea. Thanks to Kurt and everyone at the Red Sea for being sweet and accomodating and really personable and nice. Word on the street is that we're headlining a metal showcase there on July 19. Busy July.
--Happy Birthday to my 2nd cousin Destiny and to Amanda and Wendi. Also happy birthday (albeit a week belated) to one of the greatest guitar legends ever...Mr. Les Paul. He turned 90 last week. So next time you go to Guitar Center and see a Gibson, wish Les Paul a happy 90th.
--Deep Throat (the man, not the porn) was outed last week as being Mark Felt, the number 2 guy at the CIA. In his younger years, he bore a striking resemblance to Christopher Walken. Pictures to come soon.
--Congrats to Joe on getting a new job. YAY!
--Michael Jackson beat it. That's all I'm gonna say.
And now, for the bad stuff
--Epps totally punked Nix. Hope he enjoys having his own place. Thanks for making my life, and Nix's, just a little more difficult. Appreciate it.
--Beav's been under a lot of pressure lately. Hang in there, buddy. Remember my advice to you - "Use what you have and do your best". You do not have to live up to such lofty expectations. Just do what you can.
--My sister is killing my father. Very slowly, but nonetheless killing him.
--I cannot keep this place clean. I cannot keep my life in order. It's chaotic.
--Ugh.
My head is swimming. I feel like screaming. I need to go away for a while, to de-stress. But I can't do that. I'm too busy.
Sounds : Nix is sleeping through Day of the Dead, which I can hear from the living room.
Link : don't really feel like looking for one.
It feels good to sit down,
ANDREA
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Road trippin' with my two favorite allies, fully loaded we got snacks and supplies
above lyrics from Red Hot Chili Peppers "Road Trippin'"
Another successful Scarlet Whore concert in the books. This one took place at Club Shattered in Columbia, MO on Monday. Other than some slight car trouble (not nearly as major as last year's fiasco on I-70), the thing went off without a hitch.
I've decided that they (the highway commision or the state) should name the westbound shoulder of I-70, spanning from Wentzville to 7 miles outside of the Boone County line after Scarlet Whore, with as much time as we've spent on that god-forsaken shoulder in the past two years. The Scarlet Whore I-70 Shoulder project is in the planning stages, at least in my head.
Got a phone call last night from an old friend. I love that. It's my friend Tyann from high school (the girl I may have mentioned regarding taking still shots and publicity photos for the Loaf project). She, Yoda, and I are going to the Grind down in the Central West End tonight, for some coffee/tea and some catching up. Tyann is a fucking riot. We talked for about 45 minutes on the phone last night and she cracked my shit up. The 1-2 punch of her and Yoda tonight should be too much for my seriousness to bear. I may actually resort to laughing my ass off most of the night. It'll be good to see her again.
This computer is backasswards. It's my sister's computer (I'm at my mom's doing laundry) and this computer is set up for those damn left handed people. Friggin' lefties. I swear.
Hey guys, I have an idea. Let's invite everyone to Kristen's for a party at 11 pm on a Wednesday night and then trash her house and blame it on Steve and Heather, cause we all know that they were the ones who trashed her house and they're the problem with everything in this world. It would embarass them and make them look like total asses .That would be very much fun.
*disclaimer -- the above was a joke. If it is not taken as such, you're a moron. Yes my friends, the Hizzy does in fact have a sense of humour. SHOCKING!*
At this point, shit has spun out of the realm of my control or anyone else's. When someone has gangrene in the leg, you don't kill the person. You just cut off the leg.
Link o' the blog -- no link today as all my fun links are saved on my home PC
Music o' the blog -- Stroke 9 "Kick Some Ass" (It's the only good thing on my sister's computer. The rest is all cRap and country and Gwen Stefani)
And now for a new Hizzblog installment -- Top Ten
Top Ten Things I Learned Since My Last Blog Entry
10. You can make a contest out of going to the flea market (mullets, teeth, Get 'R' Done shirts/hats..set up a point system, it's fun)
9. People are dumb enough to trust me for directions
8. My car gets awesome gas mileage on the highway.
7. Futons are hazardous to your health (if you don't believe me, look at the cut on my arm and the eventual scar that will come from it)
6. The feng shui of a room can be changed simply by moving one piece of furniture.
5. My two new favorite games (other than #10) -- chess and Texas Hold 'Em
4. When it says "2 left lanes closed ahead", people will wait until the last possible minute to get the hell over.
3. A room can go from clean to messy in just under an hour
4. Homestarrunner.com is a bunch of liars. New Strongbad email my ass.
3. Sometimes you'd never think a certain person would jump on the bandwagon (Click here to see which oft-absent friend of ours has a blog now)
2. If you're a nerd and you have a light saber and/or a Stormtrooper costume, you will end up on the news. Doesn't matter -- you still live in your mom's basement and will never ever get laid.
and the number 1 thing I learned since my last blog entry
1. Women now have the power to choose the sex of their children (Saw PV, talked to him about if him and Gena were gonna have anymore kids. Here's how the convo went)
Setting : Yoda's backyard
HIZZY : So, Nick, you and Gena gonna have anymore kids?
PV : Yeah, we're thinking about it. The next one is gonna be a girl.
CHUCK : So you want the next one to be a girl?
PV : I guess. Gena says she wants a girl, so we're gonna have a girl.
Seems like the more things change, the more they do in fact stay the same,
HIZZY
Another successful Scarlet Whore concert in the books. This one took place at Club Shattered in Columbia, MO on Monday. Other than some slight car trouble (not nearly as major as last year's fiasco on I-70), the thing went off without a hitch.
I've decided that they (the highway commision or the state) should name the westbound shoulder of I-70, spanning from Wentzville to 7 miles outside of the Boone County line after Scarlet Whore, with as much time as we've spent on that god-forsaken shoulder in the past two years. The Scarlet Whore I-70 Shoulder project is in the planning stages, at least in my head.
Got a phone call last night from an old friend. I love that. It's my friend Tyann from high school (the girl I may have mentioned regarding taking still shots and publicity photos for the Loaf project). She, Yoda, and I are going to the Grind down in the Central West End tonight, for some coffee/tea and some catching up. Tyann is a fucking riot. We talked for about 45 minutes on the phone last night and she cracked my shit up. The 1-2 punch of her and Yoda tonight should be too much for my seriousness to bear. I may actually resort to laughing my ass off most of the night. It'll be good to see her again.
This computer is backasswards. It's my sister's computer (I'm at my mom's doing laundry) and this computer is set up for those damn left handed people. Friggin' lefties. I swear.
Hey guys, I have an idea. Let's invite everyone to Kristen's for a party at 11 pm on a Wednesday night and then trash her house and blame it on Steve and Heather, cause we all know that they were the ones who trashed her house and they're the problem with everything in this world. It would embarass them and make them look like total asses .That would be very much fun.
*disclaimer -- the above was a joke. If it is not taken as such, you're a moron. Yes my friends, the Hizzy does in fact have a sense of humour. SHOCKING!*
At this point, shit has spun out of the realm of my control or anyone else's. When someone has gangrene in the leg, you don't kill the person. You just cut off the leg.
Link o' the blog -- no link today as all my fun links are saved on my home PC
Music o' the blog -- Stroke 9 "Kick Some Ass" (It's the only good thing on my sister's computer. The rest is all cRap and country and Gwen Stefani)
And now for a new Hizzblog installment -- Top Ten
Top Ten Things I Learned Since My Last Blog Entry
10. You can make a contest out of going to the flea market (mullets, teeth, Get 'R' Done shirts/hats..set up a point system, it's fun)
9. People are dumb enough to trust me for directions
8. My car gets awesome gas mileage on the highway.
7. Futons are hazardous to your health (if you don't believe me, look at the cut on my arm and the eventual scar that will come from it)
6. The feng shui of a room can be changed simply by moving one piece of furniture.
5. My two new favorite games (other than #10) -- chess and Texas Hold 'Em
4. When it says "2 left lanes closed ahead", people will wait until the last possible minute to get the hell over.
3. A room can go from clean to messy in just under an hour
4. Homestarrunner.com is a bunch of liars. New Strongbad email my ass.
3. Sometimes you'd never think a certain person would jump on the bandwagon (Click here to see which oft-absent friend of ours has a blog now)
2. If you're a nerd and you have a light saber and/or a Stormtrooper costume, you will end up on the news. Doesn't matter -- you still live in your mom's basement and will never ever get laid.
and the number 1 thing I learned since my last blog entry
1. Women now have the power to choose the sex of their children (Saw PV, talked to him about if him and Gena were gonna have anymore kids. Here's how the convo went)
Setting : Yoda's backyard
HIZZY : So, Nick, you and Gena gonna have anymore kids?
PV : Yeah, we're thinking about it. The next one is gonna be a girl.
CHUCK : So you want the next one to be a girl?
PV : I guess. Gena says she wants a girl, so we're gonna have a girl.
Seems like the more things change, the more they do in fact stay the same,
HIZZY
Friday, May 20, 2005
Now you know, and knowing is half the battle.
from Posch's blog
HAVE YOU EVER
1. Kissed your cousin: Yeah, on the cheek
2. Ran away: I was mad at my mom, so I packed up a little suitcase and got down to the end of our driveway.
3. Pictured your crush naked: Yeah
4. Skipped school: In college, yes. In high school, I skipped on senior skip day. I liked school too much not to go.
5. Broken someone's heart: Probably.
6. Been in love: Yeah, I have.
7. Cried when someone died: Yep, but usually after it's all said and done and it finally hits me.
8. Wanted someone you knew you couldn't have: Of course.
9. Done something embarrassing: On an almost hourly basis.
10. Done a drug: Smoked pot, but that's it
11. Cried in school: Yeah I did
12. Ever cheated on someone: Once. Never again.
WHICH IS BETTER?
13. Coke or Pepsi:Coke
14. Sprite or 7UP: Sprite
15. Thunder or lightning: Both
16. Trucks or cars: Cars
17. Scruff or Clean shaved:depends
18. Blondes or Brunettes: Brunettes...we have much more fun
19. Bitchy or Slutty: Bitchy
20. Tall or Short: Short
21. Pants or Shorts: Pants
22. Night or Day: Night
WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX
23. What do you notice first: eyes, hair
24. Last person you slow danced with: jeez, I don't even remember
25. Worst Question To Ask: "So...um...what are we doing guys?" **usually met with blank stares and shrugged shoulders**
THE LAST TIME YOU...
26. Showered: LIke 10 minutes ago
27. Stepped outside: 7:00 this morning
28. Hugged someone: Toni, last night.
WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE...
29. Romantic memory: Can't think of one offhand
30. Color: Black and red.
31. Movie: Edward Scissorhands
32. Artist: VanEyck
33. Cars: My car, but my dream car is a 1964 Chevrolet Impala SS Convertible (look it up sometime, it's pretty).
34. Ice Cream: Cookie dough
35. Season: Spring
36. Breakfast Food: Cap'n Crunch, Fruity Pebbles, Omelettes, Sausage
WHAT IS...
37. Your Good Luck Charm: Don't really have one
38. The Person you Hate Most: I don't hate anyone right now
39. Best Thing That Has Happened: When? Lately, it's been that things have been coming together with this wedding.
40. On your desk: Taco bell cup, empty cigarette pack.
41. Picture on your desktop: My wallpaper is just flat black.
WHO...
42. Makes you laugh the most: Depends, but usually Yoda or Joe
43. Makes you smile: Beaver, Scott.
44. Can make you feel better:Family, Yoda, Toni.
45. Has A Crush On You: I don't know. If you do, please tell me
46. Do You Have A Crush On Someone: No
47. Has it easier: Men have it SO much easier.
DO YOU EVER
49. Sit by the phone waiting for a phone call all night: I have before
50. Save AIM conversations: I have.
51. Save E-mails: Yep
52. Forward secret E-mails: Sometimes
53. Wish you were someone else? Yeah, occasionally
54. Wish you were a member of the opposite sex: I may be a tomboy, but I like being a girl
55. Wear cologne: Yeah, body spray
56. Kiss: I've been known to.
57. Cuddle: Sometimes
58. Go online for longer than eight hours at a time:Yeah
HAVE YOU EVER
59. Fallen for your best friend?: No
60. Made out with JUST a friend?: Yes
61. Kissed two people in the same day?: Yes, if you need an explaination, ask.
62. Had sex with two different people in the same day?: Absolutely not
63. Been rejected: Yep, lots of times
64. Been in love?: Yeah
65. Been in lust?: Yeah
66. Used someone?: I try not to
67. Been used?: Yes
68. Cheated on someone?: Once
69. Been cheated on?: I think I have to take my shoes off to count all the times
70. Been kissed?: Yeah
71. Done something you regret?: Yeah.
WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON...
72. You touched?: Toni when I hugged her when she was leaving
73. You talked to?: Cheryl
74. You hugged?: See number 72
75. you instant messaged?: Sean
76. You kissed?: Nix
77. You yelled at?: My mom
78. You thought about?: My boss, cause I have to leave for work soon
79. Who text messaged you?: Sean
80. Who broke your heart?: If you don't know, you've lived under a rock for the last few months
81. Who told you they loved you?: My mom.
DO YOU...
82. Color your hair? I'm going to eventually. I have before.
83. Have tattoos?: No but want one
84. Have piercings? one hole in each ear, and used to have my eyebrow pierced
85. Hate question 85? Yes, it's stupid.
86. Own a webcam?: Yeah, but it's broke
87. Own a thong?: Yes
88. Ever get off the damn computer?Sometimes.
89. Sprechen Sie Deutsch? Die Eier Von Satan.
90. Habla espanol: Mucho!
91. Do you want some crack?: No, but maybe some blow, or some tea or something.
HAVE YOU / DO YOU / ARE YOU...
92. Stolen anything?: I stole cigarettes from Wal-Mart once, before they put them behind the counter. I take full credit for that one.
93. Smoke? Yes
94. Schizophrenic?: A bit
95. Obsessive?:God yes
96. Compulsive?: Yeah
97. Obsessive compulsive?: Yes
98. Panic?: I freak out daily
99. Anxiety?: Sometimes.
100. Depressed? Not lately
ANDREA
HAVE YOU EVER
1. Kissed your cousin: Yeah, on the cheek
2. Ran away: I was mad at my mom, so I packed up a little suitcase and got down to the end of our driveway.
3. Pictured your crush naked: Yeah
4. Skipped school: In college, yes. In high school, I skipped on senior skip day. I liked school too much not to go.
5. Broken someone's heart: Probably.
6. Been in love: Yeah, I have.
7. Cried when someone died: Yep, but usually after it's all said and done and it finally hits me.
8. Wanted someone you knew you couldn't have: Of course.
9. Done something embarrassing: On an almost hourly basis.
10. Done a drug: Smoked pot, but that's it
11. Cried in school: Yeah I did
12. Ever cheated on someone: Once. Never again.
WHICH IS BETTER?
13. Coke or Pepsi:Coke
14. Sprite or 7UP: Sprite
15. Thunder or lightning: Both
16. Trucks or cars: Cars
17. Scruff or Clean shaved:depends
18. Blondes or Brunettes: Brunettes...we have much more fun
19. Bitchy or Slutty: Bitchy
20. Tall or Short: Short
21. Pants or Shorts: Pants
22. Night or Day: Night
WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX
23. What do you notice first: eyes, hair
24. Last person you slow danced with: jeez, I don't even remember
25. Worst Question To Ask: "So...um...what are we doing guys?" **usually met with blank stares and shrugged shoulders**
THE LAST TIME YOU...
26. Showered: LIke 10 minutes ago
27. Stepped outside: 7:00 this morning
28. Hugged someone: Toni, last night.
WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE...
29. Romantic memory: Can't think of one offhand
30. Color: Black and red.
31. Movie: Edward Scissorhands
32. Artist: VanEyck
33. Cars: My car, but my dream car is a 1964 Chevrolet Impala SS Convertible (look it up sometime, it's pretty).
34. Ice Cream: Cookie dough
35. Season: Spring
36. Breakfast Food: Cap'n Crunch, Fruity Pebbles, Omelettes, Sausage
WHAT IS...
37. Your Good Luck Charm: Don't really have one
38. The Person you Hate Most: I don't hate anyone right now
39. Best Thing That Has Happened: When? Lately, it's been that things have been coming together with this wedding.
40. On your desk: Taco bell cup, empty cigarette pack.
41. Picture on your desktop: My wallpaper is just flat black.
WHO...
42. Makes you laugh the most: Depends, but usually Yoda or Joe
43. Makes you smile: Beaver, Scott.
44. Can make you feel better:Family, Yoda, Toni.
45. Has A Crush On You: I don't know. If you do, please tell me
46. Do You Have A Crush On Someone: No
47. Has it easier: Men have it SO much easier.
DO YOU EVER
49. Sit by the phone waiting for a phone call all night: I have before
50. Save AIM conversations: I have.
51. Save E-mails: Yep
52. Forward secret E-mails: Sometimes
53. Wish you were someone else? Yeah, occasionally
54. Wish you were a member of the opposite sex: I may be a tomboy, but I like being a girl
55. Wear cologne: Yeah, body spray
56. Kiss: I've been known to.
57. Cuddle: Sometimes
58. Go online for longer than eight hours at a time:Yeah
HAVE YOU EVER
59. Fallen for your best friend?: No
60. Made out with JUST a friend?: Yes
61. Kissed two people in the same day?: Yes, if you need an explaination, ask.
62. Had sex with two different people in the same day?: Absolutely not
63. Been rejected: Yep, lots of times
64. Been in love?: Yeah
65. Been in lust?: Yeah
66. Used someone?: I try not to
67. Been used?: Yes
68. Cheated on someone?: Once
69. Been cheated on?: I think I have to take my shoes off to count all the times
70. Been kissed?: Yeah
71. Done something you regret?: Yeah.
WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON...
72. You touched?: Toni when I hugged her when she was leaving
73. You talked to?: Cheryl
74. You hugged?: See number 72
75. you instant messaged?: Sean
76. You kissed?: Nix
77. You yelled at?: My mom
78. You thought about?: My boss, cause I have to leave for work soon
79. Who text messaged you?: Sean
80. Who broke your heart?: If you don't know, you've lived under a rock for the last few months
81. Who told you they loved you?: My mom.
DO YOU...
82. Color your hair? I'm going to eventually. I have before.
83. Have tattoos?: No but want one
84. Have piercings? one hole in each ear, and used to have my eyebrow pierced
85. Hate question 85? Yes, it's stupid.
86. Own a webcam?: Yeah, but it's broke
87. Own a thong?: Yes
88. Ever get off the damn computer?Sometimes.
89. Sprechen Sie Deutsch? Die Eier Von Satan.
90. Habla espanol: Mucho!
91. Do you want some crack?: No, but maybe some blow, or some tea or something.
HAVE YOU / DO YOU / ARE YOU...
92. Stolen anything?: I stole cigarettes from Wal-Mart once, before they put them behind the counter. I take full credit for that one.
93. Smoke? Yes
94. Schizophrenic?: A bit
95. Obsessive?:God yes
96. Compulsive?: Yeah
97. Obsessive compulsive?: Yes
98. Panic?: I freak out daily
99. Anxiety?: Sometimes.
100. Depressed? Not lately
ANDREA
Saturday, May 14, 2005
Life's a piece of shit, when you look at it.
Above lyric from 'Always Look on the Bright Side of Life' by Monty Python.
No. I'm not in a bad mood. A rather good mood as a matter of fact.
I got cool DVDs tonight.
Okay, let's start from the begining. Went to the Loop with Toni and Erich. We had some time to kill after dinner, so we hurried down to Streetside on Delmar before it closed. There, I picked up 2 DVDs for 15 bucks total. I got Pi -- a lovely sci-fi thriller by Daron Aranofsky. I really encourage viewing this, over and over again. It's a mindfuck on the highest level, but one of the last scenes in the movie will just stick in your mind for so long. Hint : It involves a drill.
The 2nd movie I picked up was the 2 disc special edition of Monty Python "The Meaning of Life", probably my fave Python movie of all of them. And it's a 2 disc special edition. I rule!
We saw Kung Fu Hustle tonight. I thought it was going to be stoopid funny, like Kung Pow was. However, I was quite suprised. Excellent kung fu scenes and while it did have humor, and lots of it, there were serious moments as well. The death scenes were really cool too. See this when it comes to Keller.
Well, I took a final on monday. This was the hardest fucking final I have ever taken in my entire life. I'm a smart chick, and I wanted to cry this was so hard. I studied my butt off for this final and I just sat there and stared at it for 5 minutes after we were told to start, trying to take in just exactly how hard it was. It was so hard I wanted to leave class, go to the nearest gun store, buy a gun, and blow my brains out, hard. My head hurt after I took it.
So I called my professor today. He had the tests graded.
Here's how the conversation went
A=Andrea, Hizzy, etc.
S = Satan, my professor (he truly is an evil evil man)
A = Hi. This is Andrea from your EDU 585 class. I'm calling about my grade. I don't want to know what I got on my test. It was the hardest test I've ever taken. Could you just tell me what I got in the class
S = **laughs devilishly** You got a B in the class.
A = Oh well, in that case, you can go ahead and tell me what I got on the final.
S = **taps his pitchfork on the ground** You got a C on the final.
A = Wow. Cool. Okay, thank you Dr. Satan
S = You have a good summer.
A C. A goddamn motherfucking C. I've never been so friggin' happy to get a C on a test in my entire life. If this was any other class, I think I'd cry if I got a C on a final, but because it was Hell 101, I'm extatic about the C. My 4.0 is shot, thanks to the B in the class, but I wasn't even expecting that, since I thought I bombed the final. Oh well, I still have at least a 3.5, probably closer to 3.7 or 3.8. Thank you Dr. Satan, for making my day.
I think that's it. I gotta go to work in the morning. Fuck work. And then I have a Scarlet Whore concert in the evening. The life of a Hizzy is never dull, believe me.
@Nix -- Sorry I missed your call. I was in the movie. Tried to call back, but there was no answer. Just gimmie a call tomorrow. Love you.
I leave you all, especially Beaver with a quote from a wise man, Mr. Alice Cooper.
"School's out for summer. School's out forever. School's been blown to pieces."
I have a sudden craving for Twizzlers,
HIZZY
No. I'm not in a bad mood. A rather good mood as a matter of fact.
I got cool DVDs tonight.
Okay, let's start from the begining. Went to the Loop with Toni and Erich. We had some time to kill after dinner, so we hurried down to Streetside on Delmar before it closed. There, I picked up 2 DVDs for 15 bucks total. I got Pi -- a lovely sci-fi thriller by Daron Aranofsky. I really encourage viewing this, over and over again. It's a mindfuck on the highest level, but one of the last scenes in the movie will just stick in your mind for so long. Hint : It involves a drill.
The 2nd movie I picked up was the 2 disc special edition of Monty Python "The Meaning of Life", probably my fave Python movie of all of them. And it's a 2 disc special edition. I rule!
We saw Kung Fu Hustle tonight. I thought it was going to be stoopid funny, like Kung Pow was. However, I was quite suprised. Excellent kung fu scenes and while it did have humor, and lots of it, there were serious moments as well. The death scenes were really cool too. See this when it comes to Keller.
Well, I took a final on monday. This was the hardest fucking final I have ever taken in my entire life. I'm a smart chick, and I wanted to cry this was so hard. I studied my butt off for this final and I just sat there and stared at it for 5 minutes after we were told to start, trying to take in just exactly how hard it was. It was so hard I wanted to leave class, go to the nearest gun store, buy a gun, and blow my brains out, hard. My head hurt after I took it.
So I called my professor today. He had the tests graded.
Here's how the conversation went
A=Andrea, Hizzy, etc.
S = Satan, my professor (he truly is an evil evil man)
A = Hi. This is Andrea from your EDU 585 class. I'm calling about my grade. I don't want to know what I got on my test. It was the hardest test I've ever taken. Could you just tell me what I got in the class
S = **laughs devilishly** You got a B in the class.
A = Oh well, in that case, you can go ahead and tell me what I got on the final.
S = **taps his pitchfork on the ground** You got a C on the final.
A = Wow. Cool. Okay, thank you Dr. Satan
S = You have a good summer.
A C. A goddamn motherfucking C. I've never been so friggin' happy to get a C on a test in my entire life. If this was any other class, I think I'd cry if I got a C on a final, but because it was Hell 101, I'm extatic about the C. My 4.0 is shot, thanks to the B in the class, but I wasn't even expecting that, since I thought I bombed the final. Oh well, I still have at least a 3.5, probably closer to 3.7 or 3.8. Thank you Dr. Satan, for making my day.
I think that's it. I gotta go to work in the morning. Fuck work. And then I have a Scarlet Whore concert in the evening. The life of a Hizzy is never dull, believe me.
@Nix -- Sorry I missed your call. I was in the movie. Tried to call back, but there was no answer. Just gimmie a call tomorrow. Love you.
I leave you all, especially Beaver with a quote from a wise man, Mr. Alice Cooper.
"School's out for summer. School's out forever. School's been blown to pieces."
I have a sudden craving for Twizzlers,
HIZZY
Monday, May 02, 2005
All you are - It's time to close the book up
above lyrics from "Back to School" by the Deftones
And it's finished. It's finally finished. Happy Hizzy Dance time. Not only is it finished, it's damn good too. This is the first time I've had to write a paper over 3 pages since May of 2003. It's finished. It it done. All 10 pages, title page, table of contents, and presentation outline. I just seriously kicked this paper's ass. Fingers crossed about the grade.
I still have one more teeny paper to do. 1 page reflection piece on a chapter for another class. I can get that done in 10 minutes. That's nothing. I also have to redo part of my project for that class, but it's not a huge deal.
Enough about school.
This weekend ruled. Weekends for me have really been rocking some major ass lately. Quick recap for all y'all.
Friday -- saw THHGTTG (wow, lots of T's, H's, and G's. For those of you not in the know, that's The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy). See that fucking movie asa-fucking-p. It's incredible. Funny, visually stunning, and though it seems to end a bit early, still worthy of my 8 bucks, and yours as well. Went to Sunshine Daydream, a store for all of you who like hippie stuff and 'for tobacco use only' products. Yoda and Chuck wanted to go and I was driving so I really had no choice. Afterwards, went to Caleco's, where I thoroughly kicked ass at the trivia quizzy thing. I was champion supreme. Then I went home and worked on the paper.
Saturday -- went to a shitty seminar for work from 9-1. Got lost on the way there. Brentwood Blvd is closed at downtown Clayton, and I had no idea of that (up yours, Mapquest). So I had to go up to Hanley and come in the back way. After the seminar, I came home, sat around, worked on the paper, went to the library, made copies, spent 10 bucks on copies (that's 100 printed pages of text, my friends), watched the ballgame, and then went to Steve and Heathers for a little change of scenery and fun times. Came home, worked on more paper, watched Clerks, and went to bed about 3.
Sunday -- got up, went to a gi-fucking-gantic book fair at West County mall with mom. Got books. Came home, worked on paper, cleaned just a little bit, and had people over for Animation Domination Sunday on Fox. The new Family Guy ruled. I already can't wait for next week. It is now 12:21 AM on Monday. I told myself I hoped to be done with my paper by Monday morning and I am. I finished it at 11:45. I wouldn't call it procrastination, as I've been busy with other important stuff, and I've been steadily working on it for about the last week or so.
I never thought I'd be able to cram so much into a weekend. With this paper done, I can breathe now. I have to present it to my class tomorrow, but it shouldn't be too hard. Just gotta follow the outline. I'm bringing in some visual aids too, so I can kill 5 minutes talking about those. Our presentation is to be 15-20 minutes. I'm very long winded, so I can do that.
As for the week ahead, Monday is work and school, Tuesday is work/laundry/and Dad's birthday. I have to go get his present tomorrow. I think Nix gets home either Tuesday or Thursday, I don't remember which.
Oh, I just remembered another thing I did. I went to the dollar store. I love the dollar store.
It's time to kick back and get comfortable. I think I'm gonna go in, take a shower, and then possibly read a little bit of my chapter for my short reflection piece tomorrow.
Happy dos de mayo, everyone.
The Hizzy
Link --> blogthings.com Cool stuff to put on your blogs.
Music --> Richard Wagner "Die Walkure" (The Valkyrie). I've been in a classical mood today.
And it's finished. It's finally finished. Happy Hizzy Dance time. Not only is it finished, it's damn good too. This is the first time I've had to write a paper over 3 pages since May of 2003. It's finished. It it done. All 10 pages, title page, table of contents, and presentation outline. I just seriously kicked this paper's ass. Fingers crossed about the grade.
I still have one more teeny paper to do. 1 page reflection piece on a chapter for another class. I can get that done in 10 minutes. That's nothing. I also have to redo part of my project for that class, but it's not a huge deal.
Enough about school.
This weekend ruled. Weekends for me have really been rocking some major ass lately. Quick recap for all y'all.
Friday -- saw THHGTTG (wow, lots of T's, H's, and G's. For those of you not in the know, that's The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy). See that fucking movie asa-fucking-p. It's incredible. Funny, visually stunning, and though it seems to end a bit early, still worthy of my 8 bucks, and yours as well. Went to Sunshine Daydream, a store for all of you who like hippie stuff and 'for tobacco use only' products. Yoda and Chuck wanted to go and I was driving so I really had no choice. Afterwards, went to Caleco's, where I thoroughly kicked ass at the trivia quizzy thing. I was champion supreme. Then I went home and worked on the paper.
Saturday -- went to a shitty seminar for work from 9-1. Got lost on the way there. Brentwood Blvd is closed at downtown Clayton, and I had no idea of that (up yours, Mapquest). So I had to go up to Hanley and come in the back way. After the seminar, I came home, sat around, worked on the paper, went to the library, made copies, spent 10 bucks on copies (that's 100 printed pages of text, my friends), watched the ballgame, and then went to Steve and Heathers for a little change of scenery and fun times. Came home, worked on more paper, watched Clerks, and went to bed about 3.
Sunday -- got up, went to a gi-fucking-gantic book fair at West County mall with mom. Got books. Came home, worked on paper, cleaned just a little bit, and had people over for Animation Domination Sunday on Fox. The new Family Guy ruled. I already can't wait for next week. It is now 12:21 AM on Monday. I told myself I hoped to be done with my paper by Monday morning and I am. I finished it at 11:45. I wouldn't call it procrastination, as I've been busy with other important stuff, and I've been steadily working on it for about the last week or so.
I never thought I'd be able to cram so much into a weekend. With this paper done, I can breathe now. I have to present it to my class tomorrow, but it shouldn't be too hard. Just gotta follow the outline. I'm bringing in some visual aids too, so I can kill 5 minutes talking about those. Our presentation is to be 15-20 minutes. I'm very long winded, so I can do that.
As for the week ahead, Monday is work and school, Tuesday is work/laundry/and Dad's birthday. I have to go get his present tomorrow. I think Nix gets home either Tuesday or Thursday, I don't remember which.
Oh, I just remembered another thing I did. I went to the dollar store. I love the dollar store.
It's time to kick back and get comfortable. I think I'm gonna go in, take a shower, and then possibly read a little bit of my chapter for my short reflection piece tomorrow.
Happy dos de mayo, everyone.
The Hizzy
Link --> blogthings.com Cool stuff to put on your blogs.
Music --> Richard Wagner "Die Walkure" (The Valkyrie). I've been in a classical mood today.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
If I hadn't made me, I would've been made somehow
Incubus - Make Yourself
Big thanks to Posch for pointing me towards the place where I got these from. It's fun time, let's watch the fun meter spin out of control
Maybe I will post more later. I probably will
HIZZ
Big thanks to Posch for pointing me towards the place where I got these from. It's fun time, let's watch the fun meter spin out of control
I Believe In a Thing Called Love by The Darkness |
 "I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day You got me in a spin but everythin' is A.OK!" You played it cheesy and campy in 2004, but you know how to rock out. |
You Belong in 1968 |
1968 If you scored... 1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in! 1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too. 1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all! 1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day. 1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good! |
Your Famous Blogger Twin is Moby |
 Creative, cosmopolitan, and a bit moody If something's on your mind, it's on your blog |
Maybe I will post more later. I probably will
HIZZ
Monday, April 25, 2005
Stolen
again, from the Livejournal of my friend Ross.
Favorite Beatles song: "Blackbird"
Favorite Rolling Stones song: "Jumpin' Jack Flash"
Favorite Doors song: Ick. Uh, "Alabama Song.
Favorite Bob Dylan song: "Subterrainean Homesick Blues"
Favorite Pixies song: "Where is My Mind?" -- the end song from Fight Club
Favorite TV Theme song: The Headbanger's Ball theme.
Favorite Prince song: "Pussy Controlt"
Favorite Madonna song: "Like a Prayer"
Favorite Michael Jackson song: "Jam"
Favorite Metallica song: "One"
Favorite Motorhead song: "Ace of Spades"
Favorite Ozzy song: "Bark at the Moon"
Favorite Public Enemy song: "Fight the Power"
Favorite song from a Cartoon: O Holy Night as sung by Eric Cartman
Favorite Faith No More song: "Epic"
Favorite Depeche Mode song: "Enjoy the Silence"
Favorite Cure song: "Love Song"
Favorite song that most of your friends haven't heard: "The 4 Horsemen" by Aphrodite's Child (this song is not the same one as the metallica song)
Favorite Smiths song: I don't like the Smiths.
Favorite Beastie Boys song: "Paul Revere"
Favorite Korn song: "Clown"
Favorite Police song: "Synchronicity"
Favorite Sex Pistols song: "Anarchy in the UK"
Favorite Beach Boys song: "Wouldn’t it be Nice"
Favorite Def Leppard song: "Pour Some Sugar On Me"
Favorite song from a movie: The Forrest Gump Suite by Alan Silvestri, I believe
Favorite Duran Duran song: "Hungry Like the Wolf".
Favorite Blondie song: "Heart of Glass".
Favorite song from an 80's one hit wonder: "Come on Eileen" by Dexy's Midnight Runners
Favorite song from a videogame: Probably Chris Vrenna's music in Alice
Favorite Kinks song: don't have one
Favorite Genesis song: this one either
Favorite Led Zeppelin song: "What is and What Could Never Be.
Favorite INXS song: "Need you Tonight"
Favorite Weird Al song: "Amish Paradise"
Favorite Pulp song:Who is this band Pulp?
Favorite John Lennon song: "Give Peace a Chance"
Favorite Pink Floyd song: "Mother"
Favorite cover song: Godhead's cover of "Eleanor Rigby"
Favorite White Stripes song: "Fell in Love with a Girl"
Favorite dance song: "Get Back" by Ludacris
Favorite U2 song: "One".
Favorite song from an actor turned musician: David Hasselhoff "Baywatch theme"...just kidding. I don't have a choice for this
Favorite disco song: "Stayin' Alive"
Favorite Motley Crue song: "Smokin' in the Boys Room"
Favorite Guns N' Roses song: "Estranged"
Favorite Who song: "My Generation"
Favorite Elton John song: "Your Song."
Favorite Dead Kennedys song: "Holiday in Cambodia"
Favorite song, period: My favorite song ever has got to be "Symphony of Destruction by Megadeth"
Favorite Beatles song: "Blackbird"
Favorite Rolling Stones song: "Jumpin' Jack Flash"
Favorite Doors song: Ick. Uh, "Alabama Song.
Favorite Bob Dylan song: "Subterrainean Homesick Blues"
Favorite Pixies song: "Where is My Mind?" -- the end song from Fight Club
Favorite TV Theme song: The Headbanger's Ball theme.
Favorite Prince song: "Pussy Controlt"
Favorite Madonna song: "Like a Prayer"
Favorite Michael Jackson song: "Jam"
Favorite Metallica song: "One"
Favorite Motorhead song: "Ace of Spades"
Favorite Ozzy song: "Bark at the Moon"
Favorite Public Enemy song: "Fight the Power"
Favorite song from a Cartoon: O Holy Night as sung by Eric Cartman
Favorite Faith No More song: "Epic"
Favorite Depeche Mode song: "Enjoy the Silence"
Favorite Cure song: "Love Song"
Favorite song that most of your friends haven't heard: "The 4 Horsemen" by Aphrodite's Child (this song is not the same one as the metallica song)
Favorite Smiths song: I don't like the Smiths.
Favorite Beastie Boys song: "Paul Revere"
Favorite Korn song: "Clown"
Favorite Police song: "Synchronicity"
Favorite Sex Pistols song: "Anarchy in the UK"
Favorite Beach Boys song: "Wouldn’t it be Nice"
Favorite Def Leppard song: "Pour Some Sugar On Me"
Favorite song from a movie: The Forrest Gump Suite by Alan Silvestri, I believe
Favorite Duran Duran song: "Hungry Like the Wolf".
Favorite Blondie song: "Heart of Glass".
Favorite song from an 80's one hit wonder: "Come on Eileen" by Dexy's Midnight Runners
Favorite song from a videogame: Probably Chris Vrenna's music in Alice
Favorite Kinks song: don't have one
Favorite Genesis song: this one either
Favorite Led Zeppelin song: "What is and What Could Never Be.
Favorite INXS song: "Need you Tonight"
Favorite Weird Al song: "Amish Paradise"
Favorite Pulp song:Who is this band Pulp?
Favorite John Lennon song: "Give Peace a Chance"
Favorite Pink Floyd song: "Mother"
Favorite cover song: Godhead's cover of "Eleanor Rigby"
Favorite White Stripes song: "Fell in Love with a Girl"
Favorite dance song: "Get Back" by Ludacris
Favorite U2 song: "One".
Favorite song from an actor turned musician: David Hasselhoff "Baywatch theme"...just kidding. I don't have a choice for this
Favorite disco song: "Stayin' Alive"
Favorite Motley Crue song: "Smokin' in the Boys Room"
Favorite Guns N' Roses song: "Estranged"
Favorite Who song: "My Generation"
Favorite Elton John song: "Your Song."
Favorite Dead Kennedys song: "Holiday in Cambodia"
Favorite song, period: My favorite song ever has got to be "Symphony of Destruction by Megadeth"
Statement
This is not from a song. It's early and my brain is not functioning at the level it should.
I'd like to reflect on the events of the past few days if I can. First, let me say that I am heartily sorry for offending or hurting anyone.
@Heather - I know what I did was wrong. It was never MY intention to embarass or humiliate you. I wasn't totally cool with the guys being there myself. As a matter of fact, I was disappointed. I was disappointed that those girls can't take a fucking 6-hour period out of their life without some sort of male interaction. Looking back on it now, it was a retarded idea and I shouldn't have participated. I had 2 hours of 'girl time' -- at the restaurant. And that wasn't enough. I don't even know why I went. I don't like to dance. Guess I just needed to get away from my problems for a while. I never meant for any of this to happen. I didn't understand why the guys needed to be there. But I went along with it. This is where I lost track of myself and who I am. I'm not a mean person. Never have been, it's not in my nature to be so rude. I dont' blame you for being angry at me. I don't blame you if you decide never to speak to me again or invite me places. If someone did this to me, I'd be hurt as well. I never fathomed that you'd be embarassed. And it never was my intention for you to be embarrased. I can't speak for the others, but I believe it was more of a way to knock Steve than anything else. I'm sorry and I do hope that sometime you will be able to forgive me.
@others - In my defense, this was not my idea. I'm not going to publicly ostracize the person whose idea it was, but a couple of you already know. I was against it up until probably last Wednesday or Thursday, when I knew that my resistance would be fruitless. I'm not the only one who knew. There were roughtly 10-12 people who knew about this (myself, the Beav, Erich, Toni, Amber, Joe, Yoda, Chuck, Posch, Kris, Scoob, Nate, Angel, Nix)(though in his defense, he knew about it only because I told him, knowing full well he wouldn't come out to the 'festivities'. As a matter of fact, I bitched and complained to him about how dumb it was that guys had to be involved, if I remember correctly, so don't be too mad at him for knowing. That was totalyl my fault).With the exception of myself, Beav, and a handful of other people, no one else seems to care that people are upset by this. Care isn't the right word -- they don't seem to understand what the big deal is about their actions. However, silence and inaction on this was something I shouldn't have had. Heather's right, this is all high school bullshit -- what we did. However, if others weren't engaged in some high school shit of their own, this never would have happened. I'm not blaming anyone for that. I'm just saying. I also better not be the only one to get the blame for this, as there were 14 other people who knew -- people that you guys trust for the most part. Ask them why they didn't tell. I don't know their intentions as to why they didn't. That's them, this is me. It hurts to lose friends, I've lost a couple myself. I hope I do not lose all you guys over this. I truly am sorry to the rest of you, that you had to sit back and watch this unfold. If you have any questions or wish to discuss this personally with me, you know how to reach me. I just want this to go away.
Thank you for listening to my ragged, disjointed defense/apology statement.
I return you to your regularly scheduled lives.
Final Thought -- sorry Steve, I had to.
Enjoy every moment you have with those around you. You never know when they'll be gone.
ANDREA
I'd like to reflect on the events of the past few days if I can. First, let me say that I am heartily sorry for offending or hurting anyone.
@Heather - I know what I did was wrong. It was never MY intention to embarass or humiliate you. I wasn't totally cool with the guys being there myself. As a matter of fact, I was disappointed. I was disappointed that those girls can't take a fucking 6-hour period out of their life without some sort of male interaction. Looking back on it now, it was a retarded idea and I shouldn't have participated. I had 2 hours of 'girl time' -- at the restaurant. And that wasn't enough. I don't even know why I went. I don't like to dance. Guess I just needed to get away from my problems for a while. I never meant for any of this to happen. I didn't understand why the guys needed to be there. But I went along with it. This is where I lost track of myself and who I am. I'm not a mean person. Never have been, it's not in my nature to be so rude. I dont' blame you for being angry at me. I don't blame you if you decide never to speak to me again or invite me places. If someone did this to me, I'd be hurt as well. I never fathomed that you'd be embarassed. And it never was my intention for you to be embarrased. I can't speak for the others, but I believe it was more of a way to knock Steve than anything else. I'm sorry and I do hope that sometime you will be able to forgive me.
@others - In my defense, this was not my idea. I'm not going to publicly ostracize the person whose idea it was, but a couple of you already know. I was against it up until probably last Wednesday or Thursday, when I knew that my resistance would be fruitless. I'm not the only one who knew. There were roughtly 10-12 people who knew about this (myself, the Beav, Erich, Toni, Amber, Joe, Yoda, Chuck, Posch, Kris, Scoob, Nate, Angel, Nix)(though in his defense, he knew about it only because I told him, knowing full well he wouldn't come out to the 'festivities'. As a matter of fact, I bitched and complained to him about how dumb it was that guys had to be involved, if I remember correctly, so don't be too mad at him for knowing. That was totalyl my fault).With the exception of myself, Beav, and a handful of other people, no one else seems to care that people are upset by this. Care isn't the right word -- they don't seem to understand what the big deal is about their actions. However, silence and inaction on this was something I shouldn't have had. Heather's right, this is all high school bullshit -- what we did. However, if others weren't engaged in some high school shit of their own, this never would have happened. I'm not blaming anyone for that. I'm just saying. I also better not be the only one to get the blame for this, as there were 14 other people who knew -- people that you guys trust for the most part. Ask them why they didn't tell. I don't know their intentions as to why they didn't. That's them, this is me. It hurts to lose friends, I've lost a couple myself. I hope I do not lose all you guys over this. I truly am sorry to the rest of you, that you had to sit back and watch this unfold. If you have any questions or wish to discuss this personally with me, you know how to reach me. I just want this to go away.
Thank you for listening to my ragged, disjointed defense/apology statement.
I return you to your regularly scheduled lives.
Final Thought -- sorry Steve, I had to.
Enjoy every moment you have with those around you. You never know when they'll be gone.
ANDREA
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
And we die young, faster we run
from We Die Young by Alice in Chains
I chose the above title line because yesterday, April 19, was the day that they found Layne Staley dead from an OD of heroin and coke in Seattle. He died on April 5, 2002, which is eerie in itself. That's the same day Kurt died, eight years after. Eerie. And sad too. Oh well. I've always been a huge AIC fan and don't plan to quit any time soon. I do remember where I was. I was sitting outside the Blue Note in Columbia, with some kids from my station. It was the annual KCOU Springfest concert. The Blue Note was the rainsite. It was pouring. This dude, Ryan, pulled me aside and said, "Layne Staley's dead." I was like "NOOOOO". I went immediately to my sanctuary, the metal bar down the street. I've never seen a 300 lb metalhead cry before, but the tears and the whiskey were flowing. AIC was on the jukebox. It was surreal. The lightning and thunder started hitting right after the opening notes of 'Rain When I Die'.
Oh well. Time for other stuff.
--Changed the topic for my final project in grad school. It's not due for a while. I just need to have part of it done to pass this one class. Leave it to me to change it two weeks before the damn thing is due. Oh well, I'm more comfortable with this topic.
--The Amityville Horror was better than I thought it was gonna be. Ryan Reynolds (Van Wilder) did really well in it.
--The nerd countdown has begun! 9 days until Yoda, Sparkamus Prime, and myself go see Hitchhiker's Guide. I can't wait. That book (along with Heller's Catch-22) was passed around amongst my college friends like it was a cheap whore.
--My uncle is in town. Can't wait to see him. I don't get to see him very much, as he lives in California.
I think that's it. This is a pretty boring blog entry. Oh well, thanks for reading.
HIZZY
Go here : Rocktoons.com -- cartoon renderings of your favorite rock/industrial/metal acts
Listening to : Iron Maiden -- 22 Acacia Avenue (from 1982's Number of the Beast album)
I chose the above title line because yesterday, April 19, was the day that they found Layne Staley dead from an OD of heroin and coke in Seattle. He died on April 5, 2002, which is eerie in itself. That's the same day Kurt died, eight years after. Eerie. And sad too. Oh well. I've always been a huge AIC fan and don't plan to quit any time soon. I do remember where I was. I was sitting outside the Blue Note in Columbia, with some kids from my station. It was the annual KCOU Springfest concert. The Blue Note was the rainsite. It was pouring. This dude, Ryan, pulled me aside and said, "Layne Staley's dead." I was like "NOOOOO". I went immediately to my sanctuary, the metal bar down the street. I've never seen a 300 lb metalhead cry before, but the tears and the whiskey were flowing. AIC was on the jukebox. It was surreal. The lightning and thunder started hitting right after the opening notes of 'Rain When I Die'.
Oh well. Time for other stuff.
--Changed the topic for my final project in grad school. It's not due for a while. I just need to have part of it done to pass this one class. Leave it to me to change it two weeks before the damn thing is due. Oh well, I'm more comfortable with this topic.
--The Amityville Horror was better than I thought it was gonna be. Ryan Reynolds (Van Wilder) did really well in it.
--The nerd countdown has begun! 9 days until Yoda, Sparkamus Prime, and myself go see Hitchhiker's Guide. I can't wait. That book (along with Heller's Catch-22) was passed around amongst my college friends like it was a cheap whore.
--My uncle is in town. Can't wait to see him. I don't get to see him very much, as he lives in California.
I think that's it. This is a pretty boring blog entry. Oh well, thanks for reading.
HIZZY
Go here : Rocktoons.com -- cartoon renderings of your favorite rock/industrial/metal acts
Listening to : Iron Maiden -- 22 Acacia Avenue (from 1982's Number of the Beast album)
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Oh, it's such a perfect day. I'm glad I spent it with you
The above lyric is from Lou Reed's Perfect Day
So yeah, today was about perfect. It started off simple enough -- did the whole 'go to work' thing.
Okay, I gotta flash back to last night, because that pretty much started off my perfect day. I wasn't gonna do anything after work -- was just gonna kick back and do nothing, watch TV, read, and pay bills. I ended up at the Grind in the Central West End until 2:30 am, kicking back with friends, drinking loads of cappucino and playing cards. It was great. Everyone seemed to have a really good time.
I'd like to take this time to reflect on old friends. You know, a lot of people have come and gone out of my friendship circle. However, I love the fact that these people genuinely care for me and that our friendships have endured some 10+ years without major obstacles. I've known Yoda since I was 6, and Chuck, Nate, and Joe since I was 15. Amber and Toni are people I met in high school, but they're my girls. I've known Epps since I was 16. It's just weird how we're all still so tight. I think it says something for how much stock they put in friendship. Not even friendship really, now that I think about it. More like family, kicking back and hanging out with family. True, I get my share of bullshit from some of them (I'm looking directly at you, YODA!) , but there's never been a major squabble between me and any of them (except Joe, but I wouldn't want to live with me either. And we've made amends and moved on). It's just so strange to me. Sometimes I wonder why they've kept me around so long, and I realized a long time ago, it's because they value what I bring to their lives, just as I value what they bring to mine. Not that I don't love my newer friends, but something has to be said about the 8-10 year bond I have with a lot of these guys.
Anyway, so I worked. Then I decided to meet up with Yoda, Chuck, and Amber at Forest Park. After braving Zoo traffic and seriously thinking about hitting some slow pedestrians, I made it to the park across from the Muny. We tossed the football around (I tossed it badly. I used to be able to throw a mean spiral, alas, it's no more) and played croquet. Yes, Jason owns a croquet set. We sat around, talked, made fun of Chuck, and drank beer. Then we went to Ted Drewes. It was lovely. I don't get to Ted Drewes much. My boss always has me go up there and get him ice cream. I usually don't get anything. Ice cream is a once in a while thing for me. A great while. I"m more of the orange sherbet type. And gelato, which is this amazing Italian ice cream. I love gelato.
Then Nix came home!!! YAY!!!
Then I went and saw The Amityville Horror. Quite a decent flick.
I'm home now. It's 2:30 in the morning. Tommorow is pay bills, go to the store, do homework day.
Could it be possible? For the first time in a long while, I've had back to back solid, good weeks, and amazing weekends. I feel good.
Other highlights that made this a true 'perfect day'
1. The weather -- could it be anymore pretty outside?!
2. I heard and rocked out to Bohemian Rhapsody twice on the radio today. It's always a good day when you hear Bohemian Rhapsody twice in one day.
3. My apartment is relatively clean. Except for the bedroom and the bathroom, it looks pretty good.
4. In less than 48 hours, my Uncle John from California will be here. I'm excited. Don't get to see him very much. He's fun.
I think that's all. I'm not gonna do a 'ponder this' because I don't care to do it. I'm gonna quit it with the 'features' thing. When I feel like putting something up, I will.
That's all. Thank you all for visiting.
HIZZ
Sounds of the Blog: Rob Zombie -- Never Gonna Stop
Visit : Your demotivational website -- despair.org
So yeah, today was about perfect. It started off simple enough -- did the whole 'go to work' thing.
Okay, I gotta flash back to last night, because that pretty much started off my perfect day. I wasn't gonna do anything after work -- was just gonna kick back and do nothing, watch TV, read, and pay bills. I ended up at the Grind in the Central West End until 2:30 am, kicking back with friends, drinking loads of cappucino and playing cards. It was great. Everyone seemed to have a really good time.
I'd like to take this time to reflect on old friends. You know, a lot of people have come and gone out of my friendship circle. However, I love the fact that these people genuinely care for me and that our friendships have endured some 10+ years without major obstacles. I've known Yoda since I was 6, and Chuck, Nate, and Joe since I was 15. Amber and Toni are people I met in high school, but they're my girls. I've known Epps since I was 16. It's just weird how we're all still so tight. I think it says something for how much stock they put in friendship. Not even friendship really, now that I think about it. More like family, kicking back and hanging out with family. True, I get my share of bullshit from some of them (I'm looking directly at you, YODA!) , but there's never been a major squabble between me and any of them (except Joe, but I wouldn't want to live with me either. And we've made amends and moved on). It's just so strange to me. Sometimes I wonder why they've kept me around so long, and I realized a long time ago, it's because they value what I bring to their lives, just as I value what they bring to mine. Not that I don't love my newer friends, but something has to be said about the 8-10 year bond I have with a lot of these guys.
Anyway, so I worked. Then I decided to meet up with Yoda, Chuck, and Amber at Forest Park. After braving Zoo traffic and seriously thinking about hitting some slow pedestrians, I made it to the park across from the Muny. We tossed the football around (I tossed it badly. I used to be able to throw a mean spiral, alas, it's no more) and played croquet. Yes, Jason owns a croquet set. We sat around, talked, made fun of Chuck, and drank beer. Then we went to Ted Drewes. It was lovely. I don't get to Ted Drewes much. My boss always has me go up there and get him ice cream. I usually don't get anything. Ice cream is a once in a while thing for me. A great while. I"m more of the orange sherbet type. And gelato, which is this amazing Italian ice cream. I love gelato.
Then Nix came home!!! YAY!!!
Then I went and saw The Amityville Horror. Quite a decent flick.
I'm home now. It's 2:30 in the morning. Tommorow is pay bills, go to the store, do homework day.
Could it be possible? For the first time in a long while, I've had back to back solid, good weeks, and amazing weekends. I feel good.
Other highlights that made this a true 'perfect day'
1. The weather -- could it be anymore pretty outside?!
2. I heard and rocked out to Bohemian Rhapsody twice on the radio today. It's always a good day when you hear Bohemian Rhapsody twice in one day.
3. My apartment is relatively clean. Except for the bedroom and the bathroom, it looks pretty good.
4. In less than 48 hours, my Uncle John from California will be here. I'm excited. Don't get to see him very much. He's fun.
I think that's all. I'm not gonna do a 'ponder this' because I don't care to do it. I'm gonna quit it with the 'features' thing. When I feel like putting something up, I will.
That's all. Thank you all for visiting.
HIZZ
Sounds of the Blog: Rob Zombie -- Never Gonna Stop
Visit : Your demotivational website -- despair.org
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Sunday, April 10, 2005
My palms are getting wet, sweating bullets
Above lyric by Megadeth from the song Sweating Bullets
It's weird how such an uneventful Sunday can turn into an adventure. It's always an adventure over here at La Casa de Hizzo. Join me for a recap, will you?
I got home last night and walked into a furnace. It was burning up in here. I turned the AC down and went to bed.
I woke up this morning and it was still hot. Well, long story short, AC is on the fritz. I've been dripping sweat all day. I feel disgusting. I think I've discovered/maybe fixed the problem. I bought a new clean shiny air filter and am currently waiting for some ice, yes ice, on one of the pipes in the utility closet to melt. Hopefully that'll do it. I really don't want to wait a week for maintenance to come fix it.
Washed my car today. it's shiny and pretty and clean. However, it's gonna be short lived, as it's supposed to rain for the next 3 fucking days.
To all of you who were offended that you didn't get an invite last night, I sincerly apologize. We weren't shunning you. I actually didn't even think of it, because I knew you probably wouldn't come anyway. It was just a little gathering. It's not like we were sitting around plotting world domination or making fun of you guys. We were making fun of the people there, not those that weren't there. Don't sweat it. If you wish, you can take it up with Amber or Joe or Scuba, because they too have your phone numbers and none of them thought to call. Once again, I apologize, even though I don't understand what I did wrong.
I think that's it. Just a quick update. I have a headache.
Hizz
Music - The Sweet "Ballroom Blitz"
It's weird how such an uneventful Sunday can turn into an adventure. It's always an adventure over here at La Casa de Hizzo. Join me for a recap, will you?
I got home last night and walked into a furnace. It was burning up in here. I turned the AC down and went to bed.
I woke up this morning and it was still hot. Well, long story short, AC is on the fritz. I've been dripping sweat all day. I feel disgusting. I think I've discovered/maybe fixed the problem. I bought a new clean shiny air filter and am currently waiting for some ice, yes ice, on one of the pipes in the utility closet to melt. Hopefully that'll do it. I really don't want to wait a week for maintenance to come fix it.
Washed my car today. it's shiny and pretty and clean. However, it's gonna be short lived, as it's supposed to rain for the next 3 fucking days.
To all of you who were offended that you didn't get an invite last night, I sincerly apologize. We weren't shunning you. I actually didn't even think of it, because I knew you probably wouldn't come anyway. It was just a little gathering. It's not like we were sitting around plotting world domination or making fun of you guys. We were making fun of the people there, not those that weren't there. Don't sweat it. If you wish, you can take it up with Amber or Joe or Scuba, because they too have your phone numbers and none of them thought to call. Once again, I apologize, even though I don't understand what I did wrong.
I think that's it. Just a quick update. I have a headache.
Hizz
Music - The Sweet "Ballroom Blitz"
Boy, I bet your fun meter is spinning out of control!
I stole this from my friend Ross
Name 4 books on your bookshelf:
1) Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk
2) Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris
3) The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
4) Hamlet by William Shakespeare
4 DVDs in your collection:
1) The Village
2) Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle
3) Comic Book : The Movie
4) Suicide Kings
4 things on your walls
1) a wolf picture
2) a Mizzou alumni calendar
3) my cork board with metal stickers on it
4) my cutting board, in the kitchen
4 things in your closet:
1) laundry hamper
2) a box of pictures
3) my Pantera shirt
4) box of gift bags
4 CDs in your collection:
1) Soulless -- EP
2) Beck - Odelay!
3) Slipknot - Iowa
4) Satyricon - Rebel Extravaganza
4 real life stores you shop at regularly:
1) Schnucks
2) Walgreens
3) Best Buy
4) Record Exchange
4 animals that you've come face to face with:
1) Dog
2) Deer
3) Duck
4) Tarantula
4 things in your purse or backpack:
1) pain pills
2) hair ties
3) change
4) credit card reciepts
Your turn, bitchorz
HiZzOrZ
Name 4 books on your bookshelf:
1) Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk
2) Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris
3) The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
4) Hamlet by William Shakespeare
4 DVDs in your collection:
1) The Village
2) Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle
3) Comic Book : The Movie
4) Suicide Kings
4 things on your walls
1) a wolf picture
2) a Mizzou alumni calendar
3) my cork board with metal stickers on it
4) my cutting board, in the kitchen
4 things in your closet:
1) laundry hamper
2) a box of pictures
3) my Pantera shirt
4) box of gift bags
4 CDs in your collection:
1) Soulless -- EP
2) Beck - Odelay!
3) Slipknot - Iowa
4) Satyricon - Rebel Extravaganza
4 real life stores you shop at regularly:
1) Schnucks
2) Walgreens
3) Best Buy
4) Record Exchange
4 animals that you've come face to face with:
1) Dog
2) Deer
3) Duck
4) Tarantula
4 things in your purse or backpack:
1) pain pills
2) hair ties
3) change
4) credit card reciepts
Your turn, bitchorz
HiZzOrZ
Pussy slash cat
You had to be there. You really did.
Tonight was one of the funnest nights I've had in a long time. Good times with good friends. Only thing missing was Nix, but it was still fun nonetheless.
Here's a quick recap:
WEnt to this new Pan-Asian restaurant (not Pan as in Panama, pan meaning 'across') called Jimmi Yins. The food was cheap and good, extremely good.
Then we went over to Amber's for games and drinks. That's where things got interesting. Someone, who will remain nameless for anonimity reasons, was asking a question on a card to someone else. It was something like "Your significant other gets a cat one day while you are at work. You are allergic to cats. Do you make them get rid of it?" Well, instead of saying 'cat', SHE (only identifying characteristic to be used -- that and it's the a person you wouldn't even expect to hear the word 'pussy' from) said "Your significant other gets a pussy slash (/) cat and blah blah blah". We fucking lost it. I am going to get a cat. I will name this cat Pussy slash Cat. We then ribbed Jason for having sex with Libby, argued as to whether or not a vibrator and a dildo are the same thing (they SO are not the same thing), laughed over the definition for a Tahitian Facemask that we found on the internet....it's disgusting. Think Dirty Sanchez or Donkey Punch, only much much dirtier. I'll go ahead and tell you all. Note : gross stuff coming up, you may want to skip this if you are grossed out. For those of you who aren't, see the blank spot below...highlight that with your cursor. I've blacked it out for those who don't want to read it at all. I've given you ample warning. Don't come to me saying how sick I am for posting it. I've disclaimed.
A Tahitian Facemask is when someone covers the face of a person with Saran Wrap, shits on the Saran Wrap, covers the shit with another piece of Saran Wrap, and then punches the person in the face.
Yummy. If any guy did this to me, I'd make him eat it. Then I'd kill him.
I learned things about my friends that I didn't want to know, but found strangely amusing at the same time. Again, you had to be there. Sucks that you weren't. Your loss. Fuckers. Just kidding.
Other than that, shit's going pretty well. I miss Nix, but he'll be home tomorrow. Have some homework to finish tomorrow -- a wonderful presentation on word histories and a chapter reflection.
The Pope is in heaven. He's buried. Can we stop it with the news coverage already?
My sister's boyfriend got jumped real bad last night. He got his jaw fractured in about 4 places and has a black eye. Needless to say, he fucked the other guy up pretty bad from what my sis says. Think knee to the face. Broke the dude's nose. It's a long story. I am just glad that he wasn't hurt worse. My sister says that his face looks like Shrek's, only less green and more swollen.
I threw a Hizzy fit tonight, but it was a very mild one. It was regarding a certain person (ME!) making a certain mistake when I was 18, and am not able to live down to this day. No, it's nothing bad, but if you know the one recurring joke about me (other than that I'm a guy, tit jokes, and jokes about me falling down a lot -- thanks Yoda.), you'll understand what I'm talking about.
Anyway, it's near 4 and I have a long day of doing about an hour of homework and sitting on my ass all day. Actually, I might get out and take a walk, maybe walk Oakville's track for an hour. Wish I had an I-Pod (mega birthday hint for all you big spenders out there).
Goodnight.
What a cute pussy slash cat,
Hizzy
Ponder these :
If you can't drink and drive, why do bars have parking lots?
Does the reverse side also have a reverse side?
Why is the alphabet in that order?
and finally, a riddle....
3 men walk into a hotel to get a room for the night. The man at the desk tells them that the room will be 30 dollars. Each man chips in 10 dollars. A little while later, the man at the desk realizes that the rooms are actually 25 dollars, so he sends his bellhop with $5 back to the room that the men are in. On the way to the room, the bellhop wonders how he is going to split $5 between the 3 guys. He gives each of the 3 men $1 back, and keeps $2 for himself. That left the 3 guys each paying $9 for the room.
3(guys) x 9 (dollars) = 27 dollars + $2 that the bellhop kept = 29 dollars
What happened to the other dollar?
Ponder that. Word problems suck.
Tonight was one of the funnest nights I've had in a long time. Good times with good friends. Only thing missing was Nix, but it was still fun nonetheless.
Here's a quick recap:
WEnt to this new Pan-Asian restaurant (not Pan as in Panama, pan meaning 'across') called Jimmi Yins. The food was cheap and good, extremely good.
Then we went over to Amber's for games and drinks. That's where things got interesting. Someone, who will remain nameless for anonimity reasons, was asking a question on a card to someone else. It was something like "Your significant other gets a cat one day while you are at work. You are allergic to cats. Do you make them get rid of it?" Well, instead of saying 'cat', SHE (only identifying characteristic to be used -- that and it's the a person you wouldn't even expect to hear the word 'pussy' from) said "Your significant other gets a pussy slash (/) cat and blah blah blah". We fucking lost it. I am going to get a cat. I will name this cat Pussy slash Cat. We then ribbed Jason for having sex with Libby, argued as to whether or not a vibrator and a dildo are the same thing (they SO are not the same thing), laughed over the definition for a Tahitian Facemask that we found on the internet....it's disgusting. Think Dirty Sanchez or Donkey Punch, only much much dirtier. I'll go ahead and tell you all. Note : gross stuff coming up, you may want to skip this if you are grossed out. For those of you who aren't, see the blank spot below...highlight that with your cursor. I've blacked it out for those who don't want to read it at all. I've given you ample warning. Don't come to me saying how sick I am for posting it. I've disclaimed.
A Tahitian Facemask is when someone covers the face of a person with Saran Wrap, shits on the Saran Wrap, covers the shit with another piece of Saran Wrap, and then punches the person in the face.
Yummy. If any guy did this to me, I'd make him eat it. Then I'd kill him.
I learned things about my friends that I didn't want to know, but found strangely amusing at the same time. Again, you had to be there. Sucks that you weren't. Your loss. Fuckers. Just kidding.
Other than that, shit's going pretty well. I miss Nix, but he'll be home tomorrow. Have some homework to finish tomorrow -- a wonderful presentation on word histories and a chapter reflection.
The Pope is in heaven. He's buried. Can we stop it with the news coverage already?
My sister's boyfriend got jumped real bad last night. He got his jaw fractured in about 4 places and has a black eye. Needless to say, he fucked the other guy up pretty bad from what my sis says. Think knee to the face. Broke the dude's nose. It's a long story. I am just glad that he wasn't hurt worse. My sister says that his face looks like Shrek's, only less green and more swollen.
I threw a Hizzy fit tonight, but it was a very mild one. It was regarding a certain person (ME!) making a certain mistake when I was 18, and am not able to live down to this day. No, it's nothing bad, but if you know the one recurring joke about me (other than that I'm a guy, tit jokes, and jokes about me falling down a lot -- thanks Yoda.), you'll understand what I'm talking about.
Anyway, it's near 4 and I have a long day of doing about an hour of homework and sitting on my ass all day. Actually, I might get out and take a walk, maybe walk Oakville's track for an hour. Wish I had an I-Pod (mega birthday hint for all you big spenders out there).
Goodnight.
What a cute pussy slash cat,
Hizzy
Ponder these :
If you can't drink and drive, why do bars have parking lots?
Does the reverse side also have a reverse side?
Why is the alphabet in that order?
and finally, a riddle....
3 men walk into a hotel to get a room for the night. The man at the desk tells them that the room will be 30 dollars. Each man chips in 10 dollars. A little while later, the man at the desk realizes that the rooms are actually 25 dollars, so he sends his bellhop with $5 back to the room that the men are in. On the way to the room, the bellhop wonders how he is going to split $5 between the 3 guys. He gives each of the 3 men $1 back, and keeps $2 for himself. That left the 3 guys each paying $9 for the room.
3(guys) x 9 (dollars) = 27 dollars + $2 that the bellhop kept = 29 dollars
What happened to the other dollar?
Ponder that. Word problems suck.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
If I Would, Could You?
I've decided to stop it with the song titles for a while and go to lyrics. Lyrics say so much more than song titles. Today's particular lyric has nothing to do with this blog entry. I just really enjoy the song and like that Alice in Chains ended it this way. You don't hear many songs that end with a question like that. By the way, for those of you who don't know, this is from Would? by Alice in Chains.
Things seem to be looking up in Hizzyville. My car was sick, but is much better now. I was sick, but I am much better now. Nix was sick, but he's much better now. Seems that sickness has been a constant in my life for the last month or so. I'm glad it's over, really. Sick is depressing.
I had a really good weekend. The highlight of it was getting to go to the grocery store and get provisions. I now have lots of yummy food.
Speaking of food, I need to lose about 10 lbs. I need to start walking again. I'd join a gym, but I just don't have that kind of money. I was going well losing weight, but then I just got lazy and started eating Jack in the Box a lot. That'll put the pounds on anyone, except Beaver. The dude lives on JITB and doesn't gain a pound. I don't think Beaver can get fat. I wish I had his metabolic rate.
Speaking of money, I'm thisclose to having all my bills paid. And I got a grand plus back from my federal income taxes. Go me. Having money in savings is good.
I am the proud owner of a plant now. I forget what kind of plant it is. My mom told me. But it's little and cool and gives my kitchen some life.
Things seem to be looking up in the Scarlet Whore camp. We have procured a new lead singer named Jarrod. He's a good guy, very loyal to the band, and such a departure vocally from Erk. Our first show back is Friday and I am expecting quite a huge turnout. The last 2 times I've been to this club, it's been pretty full. Kids in Wentzville don't have anything else to do on a Friday night.
The news has been pissing me off lately. Yep, I'm complaining. Fuck you. We have a war going on, children are starving on our streets, we may not have Social Security in 20 years, gas prices are through the roof and what is Congress concerned about? Juiced up millionaires. Frankly, I don't care if Mark McGwire did steroids. If he did, fuck him. He's a cheater. If he didn't, then shut up about it. But does Congress really need to take a stand? Congress has much more important things to focus on.
And this Terri Schaivo thing. GIve me a goddamned break. I'm not even going to get into this one. I'm liable to rant all night and into tomorrow morning. All I will say is this...make a living will, go to the bank, get it notarized, and have 2 witnesses sign it in front of the notary. Make your requests known. Who knows when you're gonna be put in a situation where one of your family members has to decide your fate and you don't have any legal declaration of your wishes. It will save everyone a lot of trouble and ultimately, your wishes will be honored.
I'd really like to thank everyone for participating in my little March Music Mayhem thing on the Bugjuice board. The best is yet to come. Rumour has it, there may be a prize in it at the end for someone.
I'd like to introduce a NEW feature to the Hizzblog. I'm going to put a disclaimer on this right now. This is exclusive to my blog and my blog alone. If anyone steals this, I'm going to be very angry. VERY angry. This was my idea and I would like to be able to keep it that way. Thank you.
Ponder This:
If God dropped acid, would he see people?
If you try to fail, and you succeed, which have you done?
HIZZ
Musical Accompaniment : "Southern Man" by Neil Young
A Place to Go : Subservient Chicken - make a man in a chicken suit do whatever you ask him.
Things seem to be looking up in Hizzyville. My car was sick, but is much better now. I was sick, but I am much better now. Nix was sick, but he's much better now. Seems that sickness has been a constant in my life for the last month or so. I'm glad it's over, really. Sick is depressing.
I had a really good weekend. The highlight of it was getting to go to the grocery store and get provisions. I now have lots of yummy food.
Speaking of food, I need to lose about 10 lbs. I need to start walking again. I'd join a gym, but I just don't have that kind of money. I was going well losing weight, but then I just got lazy and started eating Jack in the Box a lot. That'll put the pounds on anyone, except Beaver. The dude lives on JITB and doesn't gain a pound. I don't think Beaver can get fat. I wish I had his metabolic rate.
Speaking of money, I'm thisclose to having all my bills paid. And I got a grand plus back from my federal income taxes. Go me. Having money in savings is good.
I am the proud owner of a plant now. I forget what kind of plant it is. My mom told me. But it's little and cool and gives my kitchen some life.
Things seem to be looking up in the Scarlet Whore camp. We have procured a new lead singer named Jarrod. He's a good guy, very loyal to the band, and such a departure vocally from Erk. Our first show back is Friday and I am expecting quite a huge turnout. The last 2 times I've been to this club, it's been pretty full. Kids in Wentzville don't have anything else to do on a Friday night.
The news has been pissing me off lately. Yep, I'm complaining. Fuck you. We have a war going on, children are starving on our streets, we may not have Social Security in 20 years, gas prices are through the roof and what is Congress concerned about? Juiced up millionaires. Frankly, I don't care if Mark McGwire did steroids. If he did, fuck him. He's a cheater. If he didn't, then shut up about it. But does Congress really need to take a stand? Congress has much more important things to focus on.
And this Terri Schaivo thing. GIve me a goddamned break. I'm not even going to get into this one. I'm liable to rant all night and into tomorrow morning. All I will say is this...make a living will, go to the bank, get it notarized, and have 2 witnesses sign it in front of the notary. Make your requests known. Who knows when you're gonna be put in a situation where one of your family members has to decide your fate and you don't have any legal declaration of your wishes. It will save everyone a lot of trouble and ultimately, your wishes will be honored.
I'd really like to thank everyone for participating in my little March Music Mayhem thing on the Bugjuice board. The best is yet to come. Rumour has it, there may be a prize in it at the end for someone.
I'd like to introduce a NEW feature to the Hizzblog. I'm going to put a disclaimer on this right now. This is exclusive to my blog and my blog alone. If anyone steals this, I'm going to be very angry. VERY angry. This was my idea and I would like to be able to keep it that way. Thank you.
Ponder This:
If God dropped acid, would he see people?
If you try to fail, and you succeed, which have you done?
HIZZ
Musical Accompaniment : "Southern Man" by Neil Young
A Place to Go : Subservient Chicken - make a man in a chicken suit do whatever you ask him.
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Blind
Featured song title is by Korn
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Yep, you heard it right, folks. Blind. I'm blind. Well, not exactly. Ok, let me shut up and explain. I broke my glasses today. I stepped on them and snapped the frame in two. The lenses are fine, but I wasn't about to tape them together. Thank god I have contacts. Guess who's warranty on her glasses ran out in February -- MINE! It's okay. New frames are only gonna cost me about 30 bucks. I'm gonna go get it all taken care of tomorrow and should have new frames by this time next week. I'm so retarded.
I took some pretty pictures of myself today. I needed them for my MySpace page. No, they're not dirty pics, you pervs. Just face pics. And yes, the horns are being thrown. Did you expect anything less? I didn't think so.
I got a new bird feeder for all the little birdies outside of my apartment and wouldn't you know it, the fucker broke today. It was really windy here. It blew down from it's hanging position and the lid is now shattered. I'm gonna hoosier-rig it good though. Yes, I have a bird feeder. No, I don't care if you laugh at me. I'm such an old woman.
Rumour has it that Black Sabbath may be making a stop in the Lou on their US tour. I will post the date as soon as I get it.
I got my shoes for Toni and Erich's wedding. I love them. They're so cool looking. Makes me want to get dressed up just so I can wear them.
I think that's all.
Song of the Day : Hanzel und Gretyl --> SS Deathstar Supergalaktik
Link of the Day : Click here to find the Missouri Sex Offender Registry. Is there one in your neighborhood? (Coincidentally, there's one that lives in the next apartment building over from me). This is an exceptionally useful tool, esp. if you have children (though some of the people on here are rapists too)
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Yep, you heard it right, folks. Blind. I'm blind. Well, not exactly. Ok, let me shut up and explain. I broke my glasses today. I stepped on them and snapped the frame in two. The lenses are fine, but I wasn't about to tape them together. Thank god I have contacts. Guess who's warranty on her glasses ran out in February -- MINE! It's okay. New frames are only gonna cost me about 30 bucks. I'm gonna go get it all taken care of tomorrow and should have new frames by this time next week. I'm so retarded.
I took some pretty pictures of myself today. I needed them for my MySpace page. No, they're not dirty pics, you pervs. Just face pics. And yes, the horns are being thrown. Did you expect anything less? I didn't think so.
I got a new bird feeder for all the little birdies outside of my apartment and wouldn't you know it, the fucker broke today. It was really windy here. It blew down from it's hanging position and the lid is now shattered. I'm gonna hoosier-rig it good though. Yes, I have a bird feeder. No, I don't care if you laugh at me. I'm such an old woman.
Rumour has it that Black Sabbath may be making a stop in the Lou on their US tour. I will post the date as soon as I get it.
I got my shoes for Toni and Erich's wedding. I love them. They're so cool looking. Makes me want to get dressed up just so I can wear them.
I think that's all.
Song of the Day : Hanzel und Gretyl --> SS Deathstar Supergalaktik
Link of the Day : Click here to find the Missouri Sex Offender Registry. Is there one in your neighborhood? (Coincidentally, there's one that lives in the next apartment building over from me). This is an exceptionally useful tool, esp. if you have children (though some of the people on here are rapists too)
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