Random

Today I spent $700 on car parts. All on my own. But at this point I am so broke my mom has to help me pay for the labor because I have some of the money but not all of it. My little car will be picked up tomorrow and will hopefully be all healthy. It has to then pass emissions testing on Friday.

Also I wanted to share a bizarre moment from the other day. I was awake in the morning, the morning after the gasoline incident, and I was watching TV. Martha Stewart's live talk show was on. She had Ben Vereen and Liza Minelli on. They were helping her cook klive crawfish. Then Liza was sucking the heads off the cooked crawfish and talking to the live ones. And it was just a bit surreal. That's all.

Re: Laguna Beach- I am getting really tired of Jessica and her Jason whining, wanting, lying, etc. And I love Stephen and I wish Kristen was nicer to him and Talon too. And that girl Casey is the fakest form of a human being. It's repulsive.

I've Been Let Back In

For some reason Blogger.com would not let me into my blog for the last few days. Every time I tried to login, the page would just dissappear and I would just say, "fuck it". Lo and behold, I tried today and I have gained re-entry. I know you all are wiping the sweat off your brow.

Nothing too detailed today...

Last Thursday night my friends and I went out. I got wasted like it was 1999. I haven't been that drunk in many many months. I enjoyed it however the next day I was super naucious and throwing up before I went into work. While we were out the night before this girl offered me crack. I told her that I didn't do that and she still insisted. She was on crack, she was determined. She asked me about 4 different times to go to the bathroom with her. She tried to hold my hand kindly and take me out of the bar to smoke it in her car. In a box with a fox. In a house with a mouse. She showed me the crack she scored, my mouth dropped. She asked if I had a "stem" or "shooter" to do the crack. I don't know why this girl was so determined to turn me into a crack head. I think really she was lonely after her boo had left her at the bar after smoking their blunt (not being condesending (is that the right word?), these are the terms and facts stated). She got kicked out of the bar shortly after. I'm glad I was sober enough at that point to really take in what had happened.

Later that night at a different bar (three sheets to the wind at this point), the bar was closed and we were in the parking lot. There was a fight. Don't know who the people are. I have the bright idea that maybe I could settle the fight with a little peacemaking talk. Didn't work. I fell over on some dude and my arm got aggresively grabbed at one point and now I have a humongous bruise that covers the whole upper right arm. I busted up my toe and it bled all over my pretty heels.

This past Wednesday I went to a friends house. We were going to have some wine and dinner and watch her program, "Lost". That all worked out well and it was nice and her apartment kicks ass. Dinner was delish and the wine was super delish. Anyway, we were heading back to the store for another bottle of wine but had to make a pitstop at the gas station first because I was waay below empty. We are at the pump, pumping and taking. I only wanted $10 worth so as it neared I let go of the handle but the handle wouldn't stop pumping. The handle was jammed. It was jammed and wouldn't stop pumping the very expensive gasoline. I figured that if I maybe pull it out a bit (not all the way) some sensor would feel it and it would stop pumping. You know, there's a sensor that knows when your tank is full and it stops. The sensor knows if the nozzle is still in your car or hung up. I figured the nozzle sensor might be able to save me. No such fucking luck. As I pulled on the nozzle a bit, the pressure of the pumping gas shot the nozzle right out of the gas tank and was gushing gas everywhere, all over the ground, all over the car and of course all over me and my friend. Somehow miraculously the handle stopped pumping gas. However, we were soaked with gasoline. We went inside to tell the gas guy and I was waiting patiently in line and he says, with his nose squinshing, "do you smell that". I said, "yeah, that's what I was in hear to tell you, your pump jammed and sprayed gas everywhere." He was offering free soda and gave us one of those yellow "out of order" baggies to put on the pump.

I still can't get the gasoline smell out of my clothes after washing them a few times, it is getting better though. I just scrubbed my sandals but they are Birkenstocks and I'm afraid that the gas sank all the way through the cork soles and will always have a faint smell of gas. I exfoliated my skin in the shower until I was raw because the smell just wouldn't go away. Now, the slightest smell of gas makes my head spin. I have to put more gas in my car today and I am a wee bit scared.

The next day after gas-spewing-mania 2005, I awoke at about 5:45 in the morning high off gasoline and dizzy. I couldn't sleep so I stared at all the texture and value (things I am learning in art class) on every item in the room including the walls. I proceeded to jot some things down in a really high fashion.

word for word by the way...

page 1- "we sprayed gas all over us. I called T. even after all that is against it. His his Mom's answering machine. 9.22.02 (technically) I am high off spilled gas. I love Italy."

page 2- "I totally use the word "totally" too much. In my dream I just had, I totally just mastered the art of making elipses in these tower things. And I was master painter because I got texture down! gas smells. Now I notice value in everything."

page 3- "when I realized it:
Shawn: you wanna grab dinner?
me: I can't, I have plans with a friend.
Shawn: okay, talk to you later.
me: Yeah, I'll totally talk to you later."

page 4- "like a 3rd grade school girl who has a Vally Girl problem. circa 1991 Laura pinched me everytime I said "dude". I wish she were around, thing is though...I'm 27 and should have more self control."

this page was from right after I called T, this was before I went to bed and it is written in the messist scribble of them all- "I miss T. very much. I jsut called him after staying at LIC's and getting gas all over us. I miss you."

few side notes...

I did call T. I don't know what possessed me. Luckily he didn't answer. He did return my call about an hour later but I was fast asleep at that point and didn't hear the phone. He didn't leave a message. whew. I did jot something down about his mom's answering machine but I am very confident that I didn't leave a message. also take note that I thought it was 2002.

I have been cussing way too much lately. But somehow the cussing got replaced with the word "totally". I am on a strict language diet right now. I am watching the cussing and monitering my use of "totally". So far so good, but it's only been 2 days.

the letters LIC are my friend's initials.

When I was saying "dude" a lot, Laura would pinch me everytime I said it. It worked and I stopped over using the word. I do have self control and have cut back but I still just wish she were around because I love her. And speaking of Laura, I called her that night as well. I think I just told her on the voicemail that I love her very much. I do believe I said it over and over again.

Volunteering

I am volunteering this weekend. It's not for the Red Cross or the Salvation Army (like I should be doing) but it is for my school. We are having an arts festival for kids. The reason being that we are supplementing what they are missing in their schools since art and music education funding has been cut back (if not pulled from schools entirely). They will enjoy a full day of art, theatre and music. I will be there and I have maybe the slightest idea of what I will be doing... papermaking or ceramics, either of which I know nothing about for the most part. They won't know the difference anyway.

I'm glad I'm helping out and I'm also glad I don't have to waitress that night.

And...

BAM!

Word Verification has been found and activated.

Fuckin' spam. Don't they understand I'm trying to rock the world by creating the most amazing blog ever and that their spam will run off my many (one to three) readers?

Nos.

My numbers are 5 and 10.

Holy Cow!

I think I'm going to Italy in May! That's all I know for now. I am so excited I want to cry or go on a roller coaster. I get all the details Monday. And nevermind the "think", I am going!

P.S. anyone on MySpace? I know that Undr might be my only reader but just in case...
I don't go on it very often but there are days when I do a lot of curiosity searches. Anyway, just wondering.

Happenings of the Day

In LA today, about 2 million customers of one of the two major power companies were without electricity. Workers cut a group of wires that caused the power to trip instead of cutting the wires individually. I bet they'll highlight this technique in the training manual from now on.

I went to school. My professor gave me a back-handed compliment...
preface- We had a homework assignment to do and we all did a crappy job, basically because he didn't instruct us on how we should do it correctly. So, he gave us another opportunity to rework our drawings.
story- We turned them in and he called me up to his desk. After reveiwing my reworked pictures with me he said "these are great." (awesome for me!) Then he said, "did you do these?" And he didn't say it in the way of "*wow* you did these!?!?", he was seriously asking me if someone else did them for me. I said "are you kidding me?" He then said, "okay" and dismissed me back to my easel. What a fucker. I just basically told him that just because I suck at still lifes in class doesn't mean I can't draw. Give me an A bitch and don't be a condisending prick. Thanks. (Of course I didn't say those last two things but you get the picture.)

And saving the best news for last..........

THE FALCONS BEAT THE EAGLES! 14-10! First game of the season and they beat the NFC champs. It was Vicks first Monday Night Football appearance. He scored the first touchdown for the Falcons this season in the first quarter (the other TD was in the 1st also). The second TD went like this- Vick hurled it 50+ feet, Michael Jenkins caught it. Next play, TJ took it over the EZ. T.O. can suck it.

man, i hope i don't jinx it.

p.s. Laura, i love the shirt (left you a mssg).
I.L.C.- next wednesday.

EDIT- oops, sorry, i originally had in here that the final score of the game was 14-0, wishful typing i guess. i forgot the "1" in front of the zero, guess i didn't catch it when i re-read the post.

looloodaloo

I downloaded my first iTune ever today. Actually, it's still downloading. Since I have this fabulous dial-up, it takes about 15 minutes to download a song. I picked "Nobody's Home" by Avril Lavigne. It is a pop ballad but I love it nonetheless. The first time I heard it I cried. I would listen to the easy listening stations on the radio just to catch it on air. Today I was catching up on my Laguna Beach episodes and they played it. I immediately went to download it.

Oh, Laguna Beach! Jason, you are such a lowlife prick. Jessica you deserve so much better. Has anyone noticed how big Jessica's rack is? holy cow.

Today

I have been drawing all.day.long.

While I drew I listened to my iPod for a bit.

Today...

these songs brought tears to my eyes-

"Longer Look" by Widespread Panic
"Girl of the North Country" by Sam Bush
"Long Black Veil" by Johnny Cash
"Dream Song" by Widespread Panic

these songs made me dance-

"Sailin' Shoes" by Sam Bush
"Stronger" by Britney Spears

aaaaahhhhh

I am having the hardest time getting into the school mentality!

AND my brother drank my second bottle of V8 Splash!

I understand these are minor things but they are driving me crazy right this minute.

I think I may smoke a cigarette just to procrastinate even further. So there.

Picturlicious

so here are some out of the blue random ass pics. i have included some of my art supplies. i don't know why, i'm just sharing.



do you remember Ramona Quimby (Age 8)? i have a cut out of her in my bedroom. we cleaned out the computer room closet and found her hiding there. her location is temporary but i really like having her around so maybe she'll stay for a while.



this is the TV that t and i bought together. she's a badass. (and she's mine, i won custody). notice that i have a clean closet. i am super OCD organized when it comes to my closets.



this is my backpack. it is ginormous. see that metal meter stick? well that baby sticks out of my bag at an angle because it doesn't fit in there properly. well, when i pass people in the stairwell i have to notify them that i am not trying to slice their face "watch out for the metal ruler" i say. it sucks.



this is my box that i keep everything in (ie: eraser box, pencils and sticks). here you see some charcoals, artist tape (blue) and drafting tape (black).



here are some paintbrushes, charcoal pencils and graphite pencils. i really had to stock up on the pencils for some reason.



these are more pencils, graphite and charcoal sticks and whatever else kind of drawing utensils. do you see the rubber cement bottle? just smelling it takes me back to elementary school. i haven't made a rubber cement booger yet.



this is the box for my erasers, i have a rubber cement pick up, plastic eraser, kneaded eraser, art gum (not shown), the pink pearl and my pencil sharpener all organized in it.



this is my closet doorknob. i was procrastinating (like i am doing right this second) and lying on the floor* after my birthday dinner (good buzz going on from birthday beer and margaritas, trying to sober up so i could start an art project) and figured why not take a picture of the doorknob.



this is me and my brother at Tijuana Garage for a pitcher of after-dinner margaritas.



this is my mom (bad shot), me and my brother at Fontaine's (my favorite restaurant) for my birthday dinner. dinner included Sam Adams Octoberfest, oysters on the half shell, grilled scallops, grilled shrimp and lobster bisque.



*i was not lying on the floor because i was drunk, my back hurt and i was stretching it out justsoyaknow. not sure why i had a camera with me on the floor but i thought that the beads and the knob looked cool so i just went with it ya know? you don't? well i do. whatever. i like shiney things.

Sometimes I Wonder

There is a 61 year old man and a 31 year old man screaming at each other downstairs in my kitchen right now. I walk down to see what the fuck is going on and I hear my brother yelling something about kicking my dad's ass. Door slams. My brother says to my mom, "fucking asshole".

Sometimes I wonder where the hell these people think they can treat each other like this. That's my family! Ill communication. But not ill like good but ill like fucked up. My dad is an asshole and my brother's an asshole and they are just alike for the most part and that's why they hate each other so much.

Walking down there just a minute ago made me feel like I was 6 again and now I'm crying and fuck them for being so immature.

Not So *whew*

So the effects of Katrina are devastating. Eighty percent of New Orleans is underwater. The Gulf part of Mississippi is destroyed. Thousands upon thousands have no home. They don't even have dry land to walk on. Louisiana is a toxic wasteland and will be for a very long time.

My restaurant is sending some people down there this weekend and will continue to do so as long as we can. The company I work for has a trust fund for employees in need, say your house burns down, trust fund money is given to you to help you get back on your feet. I donated $10 to the trust fund about a month ago. I didn't want to really because I was pretty tight on money but I did anyway because I knew that it was just the right thing to do. Now I am so happy I put in the $10. It's not much but it's something. The trust fund is now going to victims of the Hurricane and to sending people down there to feed the victims. I am trying to get down there next weekend.

Our Governor here in Georgia declared a state of emergency yesterday because of price gauging at the gas pumps. Somehow yesterday a rumor got out that Georgia would run out of gas and that the pumps would be shut down by that evening. Slowly, (while I was in school and oblivious to the situation) gas prices started going up like a quarter every hour. Some gas stations were up to $5 a regular unleaded gallon. Gov. Sonny Perdue "pulled the trigger" late afternoon and froze the gas prices. Now, gas station owners will be prosecuted if they raise the price of their gasoline. So by evening time the gas stations with lower priced gas (ie: $2.75, $3.09, $3.20) were running dry and only their premium gasoline was still flowing. Right hand lanes of traffic were in stand still traffic because people were waiting in long lines at the gas station before the gas supply in Georgia ran dry (or so they thought). All of the "Gas Hysteria" (as it has now been labeled) is mostly rumors and we will most likely not run out. And if we do we have a special 30 day reserve here in Georgia for dire emergencies. However, we are still getting gas from Savannah and the gas stations that have run dry are back in business as soon as a tanker gets there to replenish the supply. People were just panic stricken and freaked the fuck out. Luckily I just filled my tank the day before at $2.56 a gallon for regular unleaded. Gas prices will remain high because of supply and demand with the fact that two of the major oil refineries were in Louisiana and they are shut down, destroyed, whatever the situation may be. But the gas will go down from the $4 and $5 price gauging. Those gas station owners will rot in hell for taking advantage of a desperate situation like this. And speaking of people that will rot in hell...the looters in Louisiana will rot in an even hotter incinerator part of hell. People who loot are worthless pieces of shit. And to top it off, they aren't even looting for food and supplies, they are looting for TVs and stereos and jewelry. rot.in.hell.motherfuckers.

Pray for all the victims. Do what you can.