Hey sup

So I haven't posted in forever cause things have been difficult for me. But I'm starting to feel motivated again, so excited to move and spend time with my AZ friends. Right now its but our apartment is carpeted and warm. And we got a twitchy light switch fixed and a new showerhead with better hot water pressure do yay. Isabel and I went to the Art Institute on free night and it was splendid, I love museums, just wish they weren't so expensive. Anyways I'm gonna try and keep this up better, just to ramble thoughts more than anything. So hey!

Party City DJ

I don't know if anyone else has seen the Party City Halloween commercial but it features a kind of mash up of famous the most obvious being Daft Punk. Paul and I love it. Lots of others on the internet hate it. Anyway I saw this article and the first sentence just angered me a bit and I made my first(completely sarcastic) comment on an internet article. Anyways here's the picture of the DJ, first bit of the article and the comment that probably makes me look like an asshole. Oh well.

Ok f-f-f-f-finally.

Well. Fuck it. I had a whole rambling year long paragraph and the blogger app is such precious turd that something pops up on my phone and blogger goes oh for fuck's sake and faints like an underfed southern belle and loses all the highly important words I'd written. Ass.

This is a thing?

Excuse the vulgarity but THIS IS ART.

We make movies.

Paul and I filmed a few bits for his movie last night and it was so much fun and I can't wait to do more.

...on donuts.

This weekend was SO MUCH FUN. Got to go hang out with Jon on Thursday and got a little goofy. Then Friday and Saturday Jon played and Paul came with to both nights which was a real treat. And after both shows we got a little McDonald's which was awesome. Last night we watched The Terrornauts which was a great SciFi B movie from the 60s. And hung with the sick but lovely Isabelle and I'm actually on my way to get this extreme chest pain checked out blehhh. Anyhoo not much else to say except I should've peed before getting on the train. Oh well.

Something you wanna read about.

Not really, sorry. Just thought I would say hi. On Saturday Paul took me to see The Hobbit ("about time!" indeed it is about time) and obviously I loves it. We even got popcorn and he got me Reese's pieces and I ate them so quickly cause ALL I do lately is eat peanut butter and its starting to take a serious toll on my relationship because he's developing a sensory aversion to the stuff. Sorry Paul. And I didn't completely clean off all the peanut butter off all his spoons I used, I'm only mentioning this as a way for myself to remember not to do that even though by this point I'm sure I'll remember oh hey a run on sentence. Is it wrong I'm thinking about eating the stuff even now as he's running around being clean and not covered in peanut butter stink breath. I need to stop writing now and do something about these obsessed thoughts.

Carbs and friends.

So Emily, Isabelle, Paul, and I had a spur of the moment dinner party and sleepover. Isabelle made this fucking awesome spicy pasta dish and I wish I had more in front of me right now. Got less than five hours of sleep and had to go with Emily to put money on the meter, they gave her a ticket anyway cause this person was either blind or stupid, no offense to blind people you are not in the stupid category, unless you're also stupid then sorry for you. Anyways, Emily was a sweetheart and bought me breakfast, half of which I gave to a sleepy Paul cause sometimes I'm an awesome girlfriend. But I never asked if he liked it, I can ask him tonight. Yeah then Emily drove me home where I managed a short nap, so now I got that going for me which is nice. Oh! Good I just remembered I still have a couple zone bars. I feel like I need a live animal wrapped around me to walk outside lately. Stop being so fucking cold even though it could be worse, which would just make me angrier. Like the mail, what is with the postal service these days? And stamps are so expensive. Sorry I'm rambling but you know me, what did you expect? I wish I still had a car everything is so far away. Ok I'm done aren't you just so happy you got to read this?

Cold cheeks.

Not to state the obvious but its fucking cold. But this weekend was fun though I didn't feel at my best still. Friday Paul and I hung out and watched this great movie The Beaver Trilogy, very interesting and hilarious. Fun stuff. Saturday was Jeff's surprise birthday party which was lots of fun cause lots of people from Michigan came down so that's always a good time. Sunday was mostly spent just lazing around watching movies and we watched Strange Brew that night. Monday was just fucking cold so nothing to report other than I was really groggy the whole day and we were supposed to go see The Hobbit but I was afraid I would fall asleep so that didn't happen. But we watched Pee-wee's Big Adventure which is always awesome. And I made my way back up to Evanston and my hands and feet nearly fell off on the way. And now that I've showered my body is warmer. Nothing fun to say right now cause I'm just getting comfortable being back home, I've been kind of anxious all weekend for whatever reason and its hard to stop my body from like jittering. Can't believe the week is almost halfway done but I still have lots to do. So hopefully it warms up tomorrow or I can find a way to layer up in a way that doesn't make me feel like a whale. Or just thick, at least a whale would be warm. Anyways here's hoping I have something more interesting to say next time.

Paranoid or right?

Some medication went missing and I already cleaned my place up and down. Ugh now I have to feel like a creep going back to the pharmacy and ask if they possibly miscounted.

Damnit Sooze.

So I treated myself and got this fancy bottled cola and it tastes so fucking good. And I blame this all on Suzy. She bought glass bottle diet Coke and its been taunting with its glass. Now I want it more than other soda. I just hope I can make the switch to regular easily, I'm sure it won't be hard. I was able to control myself with the best Christmas gift ever, 24 bottles of some of the best sodas ever, thanks Sam. I'm rambling now bye.

I'm back.

So because Suzy reminded me how funny I find myself sometimes(I'm being humble), I decided its time to start this up again. Nothing much to say at this moment. Well Suzy came to town this past weekend and we ran all over Wicker Park doing all sorts of fun things including drinks, food, boutique clothing wishes, and witnessing the tiniest cup of coffee I have EVER seen being handed to someone with an even tinier little bills wafer type cookie. You guys missed my run on sentences and no use of paragraphs right? Good. Then Paul and I were sick and are still working it through our systems. Yeesh what a great and terrible couple days. I think its unfair to deal a hand of such cruelty to the body of someone who has gone through a fucking merry-go-round of health issues and her long suffering boyfriend. Oh well hopefully tomorrow will yield better rewards that aren't covered in vomit. Now I'm just home figuring out the rest of my week. Job stuff, mental health stuff(sleep, she avoids me). Working on not being such a klutzy elephant with good but paranoid intentions. Oh fuck! I need to download Girls! What am I doing wasting my time telling you about it. I'm gonna go do that now. Keep checking back. Kisses.

Awesome things about DUI's and why you should consider driving drunk to get one.

• You don't have to worry about driving anywhere anymore.
• Therefore you can drink as much as you want.
• You've been to jail, you have jail stories.
• As soon as someone finds out you've been to jail, you can tell these stories and make their day.
• If no one is polite enough to ask you about your time in jail, you can always interject one into a conversation by saying 'Well when I was in jail....' and just apply it to the subject matter at hand, you can always make it fit.
• If people aren't paying you the proper attention you demand you can start quietly sobbing or screaming about something and just claim that something triggered a flashback of your time in jail, and then proceed to tell a story about jail, whether or not it has something to do with the 'flashback'.
• As the disturbance level of the flashback goes up so does the chance that someone will you buy a drink*.
• Feel free to embellish, the people want fantasy not stories about the fat chick staring at you from the toilet across the aisle.
• It is possible there is someone there who just recently got a DUI and might be scared of whats to come, frighten them with your worst stories and act as their mentor.
•  More thoughts on this subject matter to come. 

 

 

 

 

*theory only, not been tested.

I've got a bad feeling about this...

Suzy just got a webcam and so we'll probably never leave our computers. I made cinnamon sugar apple donut holes tonight, they were delicious. I guess I'm gonna make cannolis this week. Mmmm. What else? I dunno.

Do want

this.

The fuckery just never ends

So I'm gonna scan a prison journal as soon as I get it all written out (writing on paper is hard ya'll) but it will be coming so brace yourselves for that. I can't believe how tired I am, I slept soooooooooooo well last night and then fell asleep for a little nap this afternoon. There's no food in this house which is so aggravating. Yawn, that's all for now.

Fuck these people

OH MY GOD CHOCOLATE COVERED BACON??? THAT'S AKIN TO DEVIL WORSHIPPIN'!! AND DEEP FRIED SWEETS! HOLY CRAP SOMEONE CALL JESUS FOR THE SECOND COMING TO STOP THIS DEBAUCHERY

Fuck that lady and the people who made those horrendous comments. If you don't like it don't go to these events.

ps

I don't actually know any of these peoples' religions but their comments are so close-minded and hateful they seem like they sit at home all day watching PAX.

Woman of Science.

So I'm doing some highly academic internet research and on why lately 80% of what I consume lately is Cheez-Its and eggnog. I'm also trying to find out how quickly this will kill me. I don't think the eggnog is so bad since it contains milk and that means I might finally be getting a decent amount of calcium. Some might say all the sugar cancels out any health benefits I might be getting from it. But then I would smack them in the face with some truth, on a typical day I consume about 5 glasses of water and....4-8 glasses of soda. Let's say two of those servings of soda are with food and so those stay the same but for the past week I've replaced the other 2-6 servings with eggnog. So I was already drinking something incredibly high in sugar and I've replaced with something high in sugar but with calcium. I don't want to hear your arguments against this. Onward to Cheez-Its. What is it with these things? One internet user suggests that the reason they are so addictive is because they get stuck to your teeth and you want to eat more to help get the stuck "stuff" off only to create more "stuff". Good theory but it doesn't apply to me as I crave this shit when I don't have it. While complaining about how one box doesn't last long enough, Allison watched me feverishly shove a handful into my mouth and said 'Maybe if you ate them slower.' I scoffed at her, 'Like that's possible.' Anyways there's probably no actual addictive properties it's just one of my stupid food phases, like with the tomato soup. That was a dangerous one. I burnt my tongue a lot, I spilled it on myself, it was in my dreams, it was everywhere. So for now I guess Cheez-Its and eggnog are what I'll obsess over. Oh! At the store there is Pumpkin and Gingerbread Eggnog. I have a bad feeling about this.

Doch wir küssen als ob nichts Geschieht

I got sooo many jewel toned colored clothes. Mmm. There's this fun little shrug at h&m that I want to get, they have it in red and like a glittery gun metal. And there's that other gorgeous purple skirt and the cute jeans that they didn't have in my size. Today was exhausting. Got up at ten and went to the DMV and got shut down for a restricted permit because they didn't send me the information I needed on what I needed to do to get those privileges. Cause I'm a big girl I almost started crying so instead I made a fist and crumpled up the paper I had to fill out and lit a cigarette. Then we went shopping at h&m and oh my godddd it was so crowded, filled with old ugly leathery over tanned Scottsdale women. And the store is smaller than I'd like. And the underwear section is not nearly big enough. But its nice to have it. But they devote the entire upstairs to fucking kids clothes. I doubt that would've done that if they'd put it in Tempe. So then Allison and I were gonna ride bikes over the rummage sale but as soon as I got on I realized I couldn't even remember the last time I'd ridden a bike and the seat felt very high. Luckily Allison's tire was flattish so we didn't bike, and I didn't embarrass myself. I must learn how to ride a bike again. Anyways found lots of gems at the rummage sale, sadly none of the shoes were big enough for my ginormous feet. And well browsing this old lady was talking to me about she couldn't wear heels cause of her knee surgery and I love that I relate to old people because of this. We talked about how terrifying wearing heels is. Just give me my oatmeal and put me in a rest home already. I found some things for you Suzy! Don't get TOO excited I mean you might hate them for all I know, but when I saw them I was able to picture you wearing it/them. I'm gonna wait till I've accumulated more crap to send you to put together and send your care package. Maybe I'll be able to make something in PRISON. I wonder if I'm allowed a writing utensil so I document this amazing life experience I'm gonna have. Oh and speaking of, what if someone is giving prison tattoos? Should I get one? Jen and I were fantasizing awhile back about getting matching 'Tent City Represent' type tattoos. I don't want to work tomorrow. I'm so tired. I think I've written enough now to make you wonder why I wrote so much.