Why have I never listend to Amy Whinehouse before?  I’ve known who she was, but I’d never taken the time to listen to any of her music.  It’s hillarious.  I can’t quit laughing.  The song “Rehab” should be my theme song. 




Two things about my trip to the gorcery store:

  Grocery stores are a horrible place to run into people you know.  You have to continually walk up and down the aisles and repeatedly pass the person, giving a smile everytime.  Chatting at teh first meeting is fine, no problem, but the continuing barrage of the encounters makes it annoying.  The only solution is to shop side by side with the person and keep talking until you reach the check.

  On a seperate note, they now make hamburgers patties that are molded into the shape of Mickey Mouses head so that kids will think they are cool.  That’s just wrong.

I HAVE A DREAM! (I couldn’t resist since it was MLK on Monday)

  But I really did have a weird dream the other night, or at least I thought it was weird.  It started at Ball State University which appeared nothing like it does in reality.  Anyhow, my friend Squaller (Linds Schuyler) kept telling me I needed to go hand out with her, so we went to the grassy knoll (sp?).  She was suprising me with the return of Aubrie who had been somewhere else.  We celebrated for a moment, then went to play volleyball.  We signed up for this tournament, but you couldn’t choose teammates.  Everyone else was beautiful in the tournament and aubs and Linds got drafted onto normal teams.  Somehow my team was made up of me, a girl in a wheel chair, a giant moth and one of those monsters from the movie Tremmors!  (you know, Kevin Bacon, Reba was in it too). Anyhow, my dad suddenly showed up cutting grass during the tourney and watched for a bit.  He was a landscaper for BSU in the dream.  My team was pretty good somehow, the wheel chair girl kept managing to be in the exact place where the ball would go and the Tremmor ate several opponents, which was allowed I guess because no one complained.  The Moth didn’t do anything but be odd.  Eventually the volleyball court turned into water volleyball and my team began loosing.  The wheel chair girl sunk to the bottom and was useless.  The Moth was hovering but still doing nothing and the Tremmor got tangled in the net, which was also allowed because again no one complained.  Anyhow, I ended up getting diqualified from the tournament because they said I had taken steroids.  Then the dream ended.  Weird.

   In other news, the bookmobile was hellacious today.  A teacher actually told one of her students that she would “go ghetto on him” if he didn’t behave.  Scary.  The day was long and frustrating as none of the kids acted well, the school was run by someone as useful as a giant moth playing volleyball and it was freezing cold.  I got back to my office around 2:00pm and begain doing my taxes.  Another horrible chore.  Yuck.

  I’m working tonight at Uno’s, but I’ve not made any other plans.  Last weekend was a blast so I hope something else fun happens.  I miss seeing Beth daily.  She’s a good influence on me and she’s someone who genunily cares about me.  It’s always nice to see Pete too, he’s charming and kind of cute. 

Hit me up to make plans, or visit me at the bar on Saturday (11:00am – 5:00pm)  where I will hook you up with free drinks and maybe free food.  Later kids!

        I heard the best song this morning called “Relief” b Chris Garneau.  The song is so sad and just fels entirely accessible.  The lyrics are interesting, nothing too phenominal, but still good.  And the music video?  It’s the best.  Seriously, go YouTube it now.  It’s just amazing and makes me smile from ear to ear. 

    There’s a christmas tree in the back seat of my car still, I need to dust my apartment, I need to do laundry.

    Today is my one year anniversary at the Amerian Red Cross.  While I can’t say the entire ride has been phenominal, I can say that I’m learning alot and realizing some things about myself I didn’t before.

    I have the ability to create relationships with people with out ever talking to them or seeing them.  It’s all in my head, but it moves to my heart.  I am currently enthralled with three gentlmen right now, none of whom would give a damn I’m sure.  But that’s ok.  I’ve always preferred it that way, have I not?


So I’m sort of in a rut.  I’ve been in it since right before the holidays and things don’t seem to be getting any better.  I need some changes in my life.  Like new people, new scenery, new things to be concerned with.  I need to grasp onto things I used to love and do for fun and do them again.  I need to keep writing, I need to keep singing, I need to keep up on personal projects and not let things be half finished and collecting dust.  I need to be me again.  that’s all.