hallo-weener

*snicker*

I like holidays that involved candy and mischief.

For the occasion, I have came to school as myself.

Shmee made a girl vomit. I won't elaborate on the occasion. I don't think it involved picking her nose either.

Thats all, really.

My goodness, my toe.

Aye. Ive noticed I forget things I was supposed to blog aboot. But, hey! Yall dont know yur missin anythang!

BY GOLLY! shvic needs lip balm and mittins.

I finally finished my test in marketing. Testing at home is NOT as great as you would think. Im so distracted! and I become so sleepy!
and, blackboard creates errors at precisely the wrong moment. Shame! Blackboard. Shame!

Hey shmee, can you hear the taters crying? *snicker*
Shmee andI found crumbled tater chips in the parking lot. We enjoyed a moment...

but hey, I laugh at most things.

One time my preacher started this acapella, almost edwardian chant like song. Im so ashamed. I had to duck under the pew.

Went to walgreens to pick up 3-d glasses. They didnt have any. and, luckily, I didnt have the shame of asking for them. An older lady did before me.
I saw a mask that was of the Burger king....hes always cracked me up.

I have a slick wig for tommarrow. I Am Not Wearing it to School. No!

oh, will you look at that? I need sleep!

brrr's and grrr's

Oh, man. Blogging in class isnt what its cracked up to be. Prying *beady* *snot-nosed* eyes.

Blackboard should be shot, I know that for a fact.

My stomach rumbles constantly, although I keep giving it things. Like like chicken. and and potatoes. Grrrrr.....said my tummy.

gee whiz, am I cold. But my heart is still warm.

Snicker is the new snort....or, was snicker first?

My mom found $100 in Wal-mart. We gave it to the Ass. Manager. haha..... Ass. Manager! We didnt want that kinda karma on our hands. So, if your missing some pocket change, the Ass. Manager has long blonde hair.

I getta wear a coat tommarrow! yay! I love wearing coats.
and pants.
and of course, socks.

kerr pow!

Wow! Ive been absent from the blogging world. But so has Shmee! Word.

Nothing happening. No trouble going down. No mischeif a brewin.

Except for shmee, who is mischeif personified.

Chad, youve been mentioned.

Word to Lily! A minx. I saw your piraty truck. word.

Cheese is pretty good. cold fingers and warm shoulders.

bloggum shpink

Photography has taken on a new meaning for me, because now Im looking through some of my pictues, trying to find things to paint.

started last week on a scene from the boardwalk in Beafort.
its going good, but Im still looking for something spectacular.

It would help if I started photographing again.

Durrr....

You know you're a bum when the bummiest of teachers insinuates you are a bum.....

I have been doing better. I thought marketing was going to be super difficult, but it turns out that it isnt, just takes effort. Ive tured my school ways. I wouldnt call myself a bum.
I did get that mannequin done last week.
I finished all the modules (except the black hawk down one) for the whole semester in Intro to film
I havent turned in any assignments late in marketing.

Its a personal struggle, I suppose.

Reread Goblet of Fire( so much better than I remembered)..... or do next weeks case study....

Hark to lily....who just is not a kendra.....I cant even jokingly call her that. She just isnt.
She is, however, a minx.

151 countries, only one Sham.

So, my life at home revolves around a couple of internal struggles: a cat (who closely resembles Mrs. Norris, with a similar personality) who sits on the porch, or if shes brave, in the driveway, waiting for me, (and only me) to come home and let her come into the house, hand feed her and let her sit on my shoulder. This goes fine, as long as Ive got on a hooded sweater, and if my guardian Sham doesnt see.

Sham hates the before mentioned cat. She has a very good reason. That cat is hateful! As I sit here typing, she blocks the screen and bites my fingers.

but I love her!

when I let her (did I say let? I mean, when she climbs up) on my shoulder, she purrs. Its so sweet!

Sham goes into fits of rage at the very sight of that scrawny, grey stripped cat. Sham bites, growls, barks and jumps, all at the same time.

I usually have scratches all over me afterward.

For the past two weeks......thats my afternoons. Dont look at my shoulders and think Im being abused at home. Its just the cat.

but I love her!

Thats all, really.
A mannequin calls.

Ho, Ho, Ho Green Apple!

Saturday I went to applefest. I looked at stuff. I saw some people.....
you know, the same stuff I do at wal-mart.

Super glad lily could accompany me! she was an applefest first timer.
Saw shmee. she had in her posse a red headed hairy man.....
couldnt really pay much attention to anything, especially in that bookstore. There was a whole section of sleezy pirate romance novels.

Broke my apple swatter. I swat hard.

Oh! Criss Angel is on TV.....give me a moment!

this is fall break, and Ive set up some goals. I dont feel like sharing them right now.

er....would type more, but, its lunch time.

I saw a sandwich

....where my cheese should be.

so its been a week since I last blogged. Im a bum, and I have a bum!

Today was the first really chilly day, morning and in the afternoon Ive experienced in months. Although, I get cold easily. I had to wear socks.

Eck.

did anyone go to pupkin festival? eh, me neither.

savin meself for the apple fest. yay! but, not looking forward to those crowds. gotta sharpen my wenis, I think.

fried apple pies!

bloomin apples!

cheese!

Im excited. its been a couple of years.

hold on....its almost october Already? NO!!!!!!!! man....

Drops of jupiter!

well, well, well. Saturday, I could have been saying yay pell grant! but I got some sort of letter instead. Thanks! it was from the "controller" whomever that might be. Do they just make up job descriptions and fake names and weird excuses for not mailing my pell grant? Whatever....Id rather go fetch it myself anyways.

bleck!

accidently tried to blend a spoon in a blender. that wasnt effective...at least I know the blades are sharp...or, they were.

Ahh....in accordance with shmees blog Id like to add to things that I learned from jo rowling's astronomy lesson. Just exactly where Uranus is! hahaha.......I personally was moved by that scene.

oh, and apparently there will be loads of fog tonight....

some reasons I dont smoke reefer:

That title is not a confession. I am under no influence. except that of my peers. (lately, those peers have been......er.......shmee and.....er........shmee?)

What? is it only friday?

I should be sleeping. I probably will have to get up early. Thats if I want to shower, that is. I may change my mind in the warm blanket.

But I wanted to paint the nails. Dark Dark purple. That means 4 coats to make the desired color, including two black ones.

oh, the smell of nail paint.

just spelled smell smail.....thats not right.

as of sunday.....trashiness will be outta season. Dang it! I dont follow the rules though.

I dont listen very well.

Short Attention span.

Hey....a sandwhich!

theres a hair down my shirt. Its not attached.

Going to Apple fest. its been a while!

going to ren fest! woot! If not, that cape will be completely useless. Id have to wear it to school. Shmee would have to pretend she didnt know me....that, or Id have to act like Im in a play...one that only I am in.

Sloop. now thats an awesome word.

people say awesome all the time. but they hardly ever use the word awe.
I guess with an accent it would sound like I was saying all.
dang that mountain slang!
haha....I rhymed.

yar! scurvy rogues!

Well, today I had a reason for using pirate slang. Its national "Talk like a pirate day!" woot! If i had known in advance, my day would be no different than any other day.

I have a problem with the graphic avenger. where were you when I needed you? hrmm? rubiks cube sound familiar?

Why did the avenger look like chad? Somethings fishy.

many may feel the avenger shouldve came to my aid many times. But, I NEVER used comic sans. ha!

hate to be judged when Im still learning. kinda like in painting. Dont look at my painting when its half done. all paintings look bad half way through.

*gag*

In high school, I stuck to black and white because every time I added color I ruined it. Garrr! Its going that way again.

but Im super super picky. That color has to be perfect.

*hey lily* you know, I couldve just talked like a saucy minx. So, to you, the reader: you crusty cankerblossom!

no, no, no! you great stupid pastry!

well....pastries dont have to be smart. but they do gotta be delicious. and fresh. and cream cheese should be involved.

as is true for most things.

gotta hair cut. dont recognize meself. but, hey! I have the same face, luckily!

ahhh, painting tommarrow! sweet! painted over the weekend a forest fire. twas great fun!

found an old note I had written in high school. In it, I called the girl I was writting to a cheese whore. She in turn called me a cake whore. er....cant say exactly why. I laughed though. those old notes are so funny! my friend was so much funnier than I remembered her being. She and I dont talk much.....we're both too lazy to call.

...and at that moment, I wished I was a small boy with circular glasses...

circular glasses and a wand!

dont blog much on a regular basis anymore. Thats because nothings going on!

*missing us a lily minx/sauce pot*

learned recently that a cheese eater is also known as a snitch in some areas of the country. I am shocked! Just to be clear, thats NOT what I was trying to say when I accused shmee of eating cheese. She actually like the food product known as cheese.

dont feel bad, I do too.

today, jalepeno poppers. *sigh*

shvic and the loo, and what she found there

Its hard to blog stories....they always seem to ramble....but I need to share! Beware, though, this story is not for the feint of heart....or something.

Several days ago, I woke in the wee hours of the morning. 4 in the morning. Nature called. *nuff said* unwilling to fully wake up, I decided NOT to turn on the light, unless it was just too dark. I peered into the shadowy toilet room, focusing on the loo.

*something dark lingered inside*

wearry, fearing the worst, cursing the fact I had to wake up, I flipped on the switch.

*eeeeeee*

There, inside the toilet....was a mouse. I stood, gazing, transfixed, trying to figure out if it were alive or not. It wasnt moving. It was submerged in water, and not moving.

Now, if it were moving, I would have rescued it. Even nasty rodents dont deserve to die in a toilet.

But, it was dead, and in the toilet. so, deciding that I couldnt deal with it on my own.....and my sister's reaction would be....ahhh priceless, I left it there, used the other loo on the other side of the house and went to bed.

Hey, four in the morning, half asleep isnt a great time to make decisions!

Throughout the night....strange dreams followed this traumatic experience. The most vivid of which, my sister saving the mouse and keeping it as a pet. *something she might have done*

haha.....

so 8 a.m. roles around. Finally, her noisey, early morning ramblings will comeback to bite her! HAHA......

So she opens the door. I layed in bed waiting.....

She could either not see it and use the loo and then see it, or see it, or just not see it at all.....

haha....

five seconds after those thoughts occured in my mind...she squeals! saying mommy! theres a mouse in the toilet.....

mom comes down

she screams and leaves

anywho, after this, I think mom closed the lid, crossed her fingers and flushed.

This story is a lesson to always look before you sit, always close the lid before bed, and a mouse in the toilet is always good for a few laughs...

plop!

this is my painting period. I skiived. I danced in the rain all the way to my old classroom. *cough*

four day weekend coming up!

death to chicken tenders!

darling, your exposed!

I realize that I eat a lot of junk. And yes, I am ashamed. But, if you had tasted the delicious creation that is an oreo cakester, you wouldnt want to put away the second cake in the package either. They are a tiny, delicious, lil chocolate tease! *burr* its cold in this house! ****yarrr! pirates life is the only life! yay johnny depp! ......and stuff ***** Been working hard to get caught up with my online classes. missed a couple of assignments waiting to get added to blackboard. ****joe whos cheap will be getting my business tomarrow. Boone isnt bad in the summertime. *No comment on boone in winter.*

trashy in the summertime, trashy in the fall!

Thursday is my new friday.

Started painting yesterday. Ive claimed it to be my new hobby. Im currently in the market for good brushes, that arent too expensive. That means a trip to Cheap Joe's! yay!

Saturday morning thats were Im headed. Boone!
But, saturday afternoon, Im going to a minx's house. Or, at least thats my plan at the moment. Im gonna steal a shmee. *giggles*

Sleep tomarrow!

Now, I havent given up my job search. There are a few places Ive been meaning to send my resumes to....but gee! schools got me distracted!

online classes, are a great idea. IF your teacher remembers to add you to the roster. Ive gotten sorted out though. Now, everything is good! yay!

Are we out for labor day?

theres a new sheriff in town

well, lily is our captain. but, Ive sailed some ships in my day....*shwink*

or something.

So Im now an official student....broo haha- to professors.

speaking of professors, I know tater is not imaginary after all. Hes real! I saw him! Shmee and I cat-called him.

There are, however, certain people Im beginning to think I imagined in my head. Shat, for one. I havent seen proof that he exists in months....the cafe lady seems to think she saw him, but he pretended not to see her....so she says......

okay, obviously there isnt much to type a-boooot. Garrrr, shmee. its been hot.

*hi lily, dearest sauce pot*

hark, a wenis!

slid around the school today, drenched in sweat. It was hot! Shmee is probably to blame.

almost got every thing worked out. *yay*

original orlando!

no school tomarrow...*yay again*

Shmee and I picniced.

I got defered...*wow*

parked at loni's, beat the crowd. *snigger*

*wind in my hair*

okay okay okay. that blog was written a bit hasty. Ill make a final decision about classes thursday. at 12:30, shmee and I are having free lunch in commons. Everyone is welcome to join us. Im a sucker for first day of classes.

over the weekend, classes didnt enter my mind. Instead, I made a few realizations.

first of all, surely, the back of a convertable at night with the top down is the only way to travel. Its like a coaster, except not as scary. and more comfortable. I finally get why people want a convertable.

wow...somehow, that twenty minute drive went on and on. twas great. just another reason to love summer.

next, I learned the place I once attended high school is no longer there. they tore it down and replaced it with a multiple story box. even more prisonlike, if thats possible.

the football field is still the same. tj's lil bro is playing football this year. hes a freshman.
*I met him when he was a small lad*
*boy hes grown. hes the same age as tj when I met him. thats disturbing.*

and, fire mountain is not a good place to eat breakfast. do not wake up early just to eat their gravy. eww.

peanut butter oreos surpass nutter butters. and thats saying something.

has anyone ever tried peanut butter pie? with cream cheese and a nutter butter cookie crust? it is one of the best church cook out deserts ever. its tied with oreo dirt cake. purrr.
dont waste your appetite on cold casseroles. go for cream cheese based deserts instead!