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[Dec. 14th, 2007|07:10 am] |
Hey! Today's my last day of classes! Alright!
Let's see if I can not fail history! Woo!
Going home with Joe on Tuesday, dropping Lemon off at my work on Monday so he can go to Bobtail camp, Butter gets a vacation of lounging around the house. Joe's sister is checking up on him.
A whole break of freedom.
Well, a break of Florida then moving.
We have to have everything in the apartment packed before we go, since we're moving right when we get back.
I hope everything works out.
Blah. |
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| Patchouli Stink |
[Oct. 20th, 2007|09:40 am] |
| [ | Mew! |
| |  exhausted | ] |
I fucking hate hippies now. Seriously.
Widespread Panic fans can rot in hell.
I started my new job as one of the merchandise people for the Pabst and Riverside Theaters this weekend. Friday night I sold for the Rooney and Polyphonic Spree show. Not too many drunk people, not too many hippies, Polyphonic Spree gave me a shirt for free. Yay.
But oh...Widespread Panic...One would think that a hippie jam band wouldn't cause so much trouble...
Last night, and tonight, I worked merchandise for them. So many drunk stinky ex-hippies. Like, mid 40s to 50s drunk and stinking of pot, along with drunk ass frat boys and mega ultra hippies that reek of stinky weed and patchouli.
At least 15 people were thrown out of the theater, and we have probably 50-70 security guards for this event, they hired temp security just for this two day show.
Holy hell man...I hate hippies... |
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[Oct. 11th, 2007|01:01 am] |
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Why can't I sleep at night when I want to anymore...frown. |
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| Still Kickin' Folks |
[Sep. 6th, 2007|08:38 pm] |
| [ | Mew! |
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Lots of crap done this summer.
Went on a super cool limnology trip up north, got drunk, paddled in a canoe.
Got A's in both my summer classes.
Became a crazy cat lady, that occasionally goes to cat shows.
Went up to the UP. Saw some cool people that I missed, met some more cool ones. Realized that I was an idiot for not talking to more people up there more often. Went to lunch with my sister, saw my nephew (super cool kid, man). Got trashed with my Charles Lady Ma'am (along with Mr. Scott Michels, with Tommy scooting about). Saw Bishop Baraga Shrine up close finally. Chuck Chuck was cool enough to be a man and let me sleep in his guest room when I was screwed over by a chode. Ate pancakes with Mugsy, awesome. Was carted about town by Mr. T.
Back in Milwaukee, scooted about the rest of the summer, not doing much, chilling with Joe and the kitties.
This here was a good summer, a little chewy, but it will do. |
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[Aug. 11th, 2007|01:19 pm] |
| [ | Mew! |
| |  Cat has a case of the lovebugs | ] |
Holy le crap, I haven't written anything in forever.
Goin' out shooting tonight, yay. Never fired a gun, so this might be exciting. Running around in the woods, looking all rugged I guess, wearing a plaid shirt and combat boots. Pictures will be taken, trust me.
Sunday night taking ye olde greyhound up north. Should be there Monday morning. Haning out most of the week with ma northern homies. Try to see the nephew and sister.
Coming back to Milwaukee Thursday night, and get back here Friday morning. I'd rather stay that Thursday night, and ride back Friday night, but I have to work Saturday morning, and I wouldn't get back in time, bleh. Oh well, Get to hang out with Joe and the kitties Friday then.
I guess I might be getting a sweet job at school. Hooray. Hopefully I get it.
Ah well. Bitches and hos, right? Maybe? Probably not. |
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[Jun. 4th, 2007|08:08 pm] |
I brought home Lemon today. He is the CUTEST!
I weighed him today, he's only 2 1/2 lbs. He's the size of my foot. He's a little purr machine too.
I luff him. <3 |
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[May. 29th, 2007|10:58 pm] |
| [ | Mew! |
| |  excited | ] |
New kitten this weekend, AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
We're probably going to name him Lemon. He's a Japanese Bobtail. He's a bit older than in this picture. He's about 13 weeks now. One of the doctors at my work breeds them, and she said that I can have him for only $150, normally they're sold for at least $400. I'm excited guys, yay!
( Lemon Kitten ) |
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| Sorry for the long sadness |
[May. 16th, 2007|09:53 pm] |
| [ | Mew! |
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This time down here has been up and down. While I enjoy not working or having class, I'm sad and getting depressed and angry.
My grandfather's funeral was rough...I was a pallbearer for the service, since most of the family's men were over 65.
The toughest part was seeing my Papa. I hadn't seen him since Christmas, and some pictures from when he stopped chemo for a while. I wasn't prepared for how he looked.
It didn't even look like him...he looked like a wax statue, with grey features that were mushed. My father told me that's how he looked in the hospital before he died, but it just felt wrong to me somehow. I just cried...it didn't look like him, it felt like a lie, or not true somehow. Papa was cheery, not grey... When I looked at his face, my stomach turned. His eyelids looked sunken in, most likely from the eye parts that he was able to donate (it would have made him very happy, he was a heart donor recipient, and president of the donor support group for the MAYO clinic there). His hands looked not like the hands that held mine when I was small, or the ones that held mine when he talked to me at Christmas in his patio. They looked like wrinkled plastic, blue and grey.
I saw him twice, the first time was a private viewing for family only, the casket was closed for everyone else. The second time I was him was before the funeral Mass. It felt numb to be the second time, I cried, but it still didn't feel like that was really him.
I felt numb during the Mass. I cried and felt my stomach turn. I cried as I blankly recited the Lord's Prayer and Hail Marys. I just stared out the window of the chapel in the funeral grounds. The sun was shining, it was a nice cool day, and there were honeysuckles growing everywhere. I just stared at the tiny white flowers and cried, not listening much to what Father Charles was saying.
When it was time I followed my dad and stood opposite him of Papa's casket. I was on Papa's left side in the front. I helped carry him to where the grave was. It was on the edge of some small woods, with birdhouses on tall poles and nailed to the trees. There were honeysuckles all around, like the honeysuckles in my Grandparent's backyard. I sat down in the chairs under the tent after he was placed above the grave, I didn't listen much to what was being said. Then the service was done. The family didn't want to see him lowered, only my dad stayed to watch.
I walked back to the chapel with my Great-Uncle Bill. He then asked me if I wanted to ride with him to the restaurant after the service, I said yes. My Uncle Bill didn't really cry much at the Mass. He didn't cry at the wake, he didn't cry in his car. We talked about Italy, and his daughter Kitty (who was unable to make the funeral). Suddenly Uncle Bill was quiet for a bit, then said he thought that there would be more time...that he didn't think that Papa would die so soon. I just held his hand as we drove, both of us not saying much. Neither of us are much for talking to others when we're upset.
At my Grandparent's house that night, I hadn't cried since the Mass. I didn't like talking to others about how I felt the whole time, trying to keep to myself as much as I could, with the exception of talking to my father. I quietly walked out of the room where my family was talking and having wine, trying to keep things light for my Grandmother. I went into their bedroom and just looked around.
Their bed, his bedside table. I went into their bathroom that connects. His side of the counter, a shirt of his still sitting on top of the hamper. I sat down on their bathroom floor, with a view or their bed and just cried. I cried for almost half an hour, maybe more, I don't know. It just felt like he was going to walk in, wearing a white undershirt, blue pants, and white socks with the gold toes on them, doing that weird sucking at his teeth thing he did, then he would ask me "How's it goin' kiddo?".
My stupid Aunt came to see where I was (I now hate her more than ever after this whole thing, I may talk about this later, some other day). I told her that I just wanted to be left alone.
My father came in about 15 minutes later, and we talked. Then my grandmother came in, and the three of us sat on the white tiled bathroom floor and talked for a long time.
In all of the time that I've lived, almost nothing has stayed constant. I've been to 10 schools before college, I've lived in more homes than I can count, my parents have been divorced since I was two, my sister is crazy, my mother is also crazy and has remarried twice since my father, my father has remarried once and has a different girlfriend now.
The one thing that stayed constant was my Grandparents, and their house. I know where everything is, I know where every piece of furniture is, I can see in my mind where every piece of art on their walls is, it has stayed constant. It was the only constant, and permanent thing it seemed that I had. Now that's changed...and I cried and cried.
The time since the funeral has slowed down. I've barely cried. I've just been sitting around. I need to go back to Milwaukee soon, and thankfully I am. I need to do something, the sitting around is making me depressed again. I need my friends. Going back up to Milwaukee, and then my trip I'm planning up to the UP for June will help I think.
Sorry for being depressing. |
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[May. 12th, 2007|10:59 pm] |
How I feel about the new Spiderman:
(my quick photoshop skills come alive!) |
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[May. 5th, 2007|09:32 am] |
I'm flying home for my Grandfather's funeral today....
Fuck...this sucks... |
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[Apr. 29th, 2007|05:48 pm] |
| [ | Mew! |
| |  drained | ] |
Ugh, one week one week. Eegads man, I need summer break!
This is going to be a busy-ish summer. Keeping my job at the Cat Doctor (unless I find something better, like working at the Pabst...please?...maybe?) working in the middle of the summer as Chris Beetow's TA for illustration pre-college (huzzah) and taking two summer classes, one of which is a limnology class.
Somewhere in there fit ACEN, a tubing trip up north and going up north at some point (June maybe?). I also should really go home to see my Grandfather. He's not doing too well, he has been in the hospital for 2 weeks so far, the chemo is really screwing him up right now. Sigh...
Semester be over damnit. |
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[Mar. 29th, 2007|09:47 pm] |
| [ | Mew! |
| | drained | ] |
Ugh...semester needs to be over...
My birthday is in 2 weeks, awesome! Party party! I should post my invite that I made for my birthday party thing. It has a cat, with a party hat on...it's awesome...yea...
I'm tired as hell all the time. Like...sleeping is my only goal right now. That's mostly all I want to do.
This weekend shall be busy. Cleaning, homework...lots of homework...but I want to clean the apartment. It needs a spring cleaning.
Yeeargh...I think I'll go lay down with my Butter Cat. |
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| "My teeth feel gritty...I think I'm gonna lie down" |
[Mar. 25th, 2007|03:03 pm] |
| [ | Mew! |
| |  sick | ] |
So awesome stuff guys. I decide like a jackhole to go out last night (haven't in months due to busy busy busy).
I get myself completely smashed and babbling like a moron. Joe takes me home. Upon arrival I vomit in my toilet and go to bed. No harm, no foul one would say. You drank like a fool, puked and fell asleep. Seems normal. NO!
I wake up today, feel a little hangovery, and sit around for half an hour. Then my (empty at this point) stomach decides it wants to free itself of my body, and destroy me in the process.
So I dry heaved/ hurled up water for about 4 hours. Awesome. Then I just woke up about 20 minutes ago.
It's 78 degrees outside, beautiful weather...and I've wasted half of it puking and sleeping.
HOORAY!!!!!!111one!!
On good news, my job this summer seems like it's going to be good. I found out that I'm working from 9am-4pm, weekdays for most of the summer. Joe says that TA-ing is easy, so it seems like a good good time. I'll probably have to either quit my job at the cat doctor, or find some way of leaving for the summer. They said they don't get too busy then anyways, so it might work out. Or I could work until 9? I have to talk to my boss in may or something.
Ugh, Joe went to get me fattyfatty chicken selects. I needs the foods... |
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[Mar. 8th, 2007|05:46 pm] |
Mmm, boy howdy, you know you want to do this. You don't have homework to do, you're just sittin' there looking up porn and game cheats anyways. Come on, do it. You know you want to....
( Do the Goddamn Quiz ) |
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[Mar. 5th, 2007|06:34 pm] |
| [ | Mew! |
| | drained | ] |
School is sucking my soul dry. Always some assignment or bullshit paper for liberal studies. UGH.
Break won't even be a break. I'll be doing homework most of it.
This week I must finish two 10"x 10" drawings of my hands, one in each drawing, by thursday. Awesome. Guess what Jodi is doing tuesday and mostly Wednesday night, YEA!
This semester needs to be over...seriously...for many many many reasons...
Upside: my cat is awesome. I need to borrow Kelly's camera to take pictures of him. He's a squishface, awesome-cat. |
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[Feb. 27th, 2007|09:13 pm] |
| [ | Mew! |
| | exhausted | ] |
Ugh, I need a break.
Two weeks... two weeks...
Big party on Friday. Probably won't get all stinko drunk. I'm done with that for a while... Probably just have a drink and say hi to people.
Maybe hang out with Dan. Watch movies, eat pizza.
I hope I don't have to work this Saturday...
Tired tired tired, need a break. |
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