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i've recently developed an unexplainable affinity for Billy idol's "Rebel Yell"
i just downloaded it and it makes me really happy.
i have no other music by him whatsoever.
YES.
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| happy valentines day....to my car. |
[14 Feb 2007|08:12am] |
hello livejournal. haven't seen you in a few months.
my car doors were frozen completely shut this morning. It was obnoxiously cold, but i really wasn't even irritated. I just thought it was funny. Which got me thinking about all the terrible ridiculous things that have happened with my car and have now become funny memories.
Starting over five years ago, when I bought the car and didn't know how to drive a stick shift. I pulled out very slowly in front of some lady going stupidly fast on hurstbourne lane. She then pulled up beside us ( my brother was in the car) at a stop light and began to make rude faces and gestures. My brother, ever defensive of me, responded by opening his window and yelling "yeah! thats reeeaaaaal mature lady!!" and clapping his hands. She rolled up her window, but her back window was still open and he continued to verbally harass her untill she pulled off. Probably not the best thing to do, but VERY FUNNY. (yay Tim!)
Then there was the time that i retardedly backed my car in to the ditch at Jessies house. I still feel reeeeeeely stupid about that. Andrew and Tarrah were very patient and didn't make me feel any more stupid than i already did while we waited for my brother to come haul the car out of the ditch (yay Tim!)
next was the time that i was suposed to have lunch with my cousin. It was about 90 degrees outside and my cousin was about a hundred months pregnant. I was pulling out of the UofL parking garage whe my exhaust pipe broke and began dragging the ground and the muffler was barely hanging on. Eventually some parking guy found a coat hanger and rigged up the exhaust pipe so that it at least wouldn't drag the ground. It was ridiculously loud.
It was even more fun when that happened for the second time on my way home from work one night, around midnight. My friend drew was kind enough to come hang out with me and let me use his AAA membership. AAA guy showed up and was super creepy, but rigged up the pipe with a hanger and i was on my way, waking people up all the way to indiana with the most annoying sound ever!
some of my favorites are the multiple times my battery has died. One of the first times, I called my other brother "Adam, my car won't start" his immediate reply "is there gas in it?" Me: "i'm not THAT stupid" he came and saved me that time. We had to buy a new battery. (yay adam!)
he saved me again when the battery died at my apartment. and i opened another cars door, took jumper cables out and used them. I was freaking out. I mean, i knew the people probably wouldn't care. Their doors were unlocked and the cables were sitting there in plain view, but it felt so wrong! ahhh. (yay adam)
the all time ultimate best worst car story was when i again left my lights on while at molly malones. I came out and the lights were still on, so i thought that meant i might still have enough battery to start my car. Wrong. However, there was enough battery to trigger the alarm to keep going off. The car wouldn't start, even with the jumper cables the bartender literally "ran home" to get for me. After trying multiple times to start the car while it was hooked up, i got out and shut the door. Well, the alarm went off and locked my keys in my car. From that point on it took Jenn leaving work so i could use her AAA, two different AAA guys, a trip to CVS for an eyeglass repair kit, many hours, and having the alarm ripped out of my car in order to get it started. Its never been the same. To this day, the car won't start if the dome light is not in the completely off position. Awesome.
you'd think after all of this, i would carry my own jumper cables and have my own AAA membership, but that is not the case.
anyway. Happy Valentines day.
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| no man is an island and I'm not awesome at all |
[24 Oct 2006|02:44am] |
So the other day I was thinking. And I was thinking "I'm pretty awesome. I've been doing this apartment thing for almost 3 months with not so much as an offer of a spare roll of toilet paper from my parents or anyone else and I think I am doing quite well."
Tonight, I went to see my friend Jess play at an open mic night...however, I got there a few minutes late and pretty much missed his entire set except for 20 seconds of his last song. Awesome. But I stayed around to watch the other folks. One of wich was amazing yet cracked out, and one who wrote funny songs about old people sex and if we could all just get our heads out of our asses, we could make terrorists hold hands and sing songs.HAHA
Knowing that I will be working a good 60 hours this week, i picked a safe 10:30 for my departure to be sure I would get home for a good amout of sleep and preparation for my day tomorrow.
I get out to my car and the lights are on. "oh shit. I'm an idiot. how many times will I do this in my life?!" The car won't start. Of course. So I go back in the bar. Jess does not have jumper cables. Nor does anyone else the the surrounding area. I go up to the bartender and he says...in a sweet Irish accent "hey, how are ya?" I tell him not so good and asks if he knows where I can find some jumper cables. He says he has some, but they're at home. He then logs out of the computer, and walks out the door. A few minutes later, he returns with cables. AWESOME!!! So Jess and I go out and hook everything up between our cars aaaannnnnddd.........big fat nothing.
we wait. we try again. nothing.
nothing.
nothing. however, the crappy alarm system in my car is making my hazzard and dome light flash. I get out of the car and shut the door, and the sweet alarm system LOCKS THE DOORS!@# At this point, i began to scream and stomp like a 3 year old, and curse like a sailor. Because not only will my car not start, but my purse, cell phone, and KEYS are LOCKED INSIDE.
I use Jess's phone to call my brother, as I normally do in such emergencies. However, he does not answer.
I then call Jenn....who was at work....since she is the only person I really know who has AAA. She leaves work and comes out to be my hero. Jenn arrives and Jess leaves us to fend for ourselves.
The "rescue ranger" guy finally gets there and gets the car open in a matter of seconds. He then hooks up the battery thing and we try to start the car again, and again, and again. Nothing nothing nothing.
He then decides that the problem is the alarm system and not the battery, so he tries multiple combinations of locking and unlocking doors, chanting in arabic, and shaking gourds over the car, to no avail.
He then decides that the problem is with my little key chain beepy thinger for the alarm system, which has not worked in over a year. He says it needs a new battery.
So Jenn and I set off down the road to CVS. Where I purchase an eyeglass repair kit for $1.05. Extract the wee philips screw driver and set to work on the crusty corroded screw in the back of my keychain beepy thing.
10 minutes later, the screw is finally removed. We see the kind of battery we need. CVS has 56 varietys of battery, but of course do not have the one I need. Keep in mind that it is now about 2:00am and it's freezing balls outside.
At this point we decide to just call AAA back, have them come pick up the car and tow it off and take care of everything else later. We call, we wait. Finally, AAA guy number two shows up in the tow truck. He says "hey how are you?" I say "pretty much the worst night of my life." (which was of course a dramatic overstatement) He asked me what was wrong so I start word vomiting the story out to him. He stops me at the part where the keys got locked in the car and the alarm system was acting crazy. He then goes and gets his phone to use for a light, rips some stuff apart, basically breaks the alarm and fires the car right up!
Thank you sir, I'm glad it only took 4 hours of me hating my life to start my car.
So I get home and I'm thinking... I'm pretty much not awesome at all. I'm pretty stupid, God just takes good care of me. And no matter what I think about myself, I always need other people in my life.
i need sleep now.
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[18 Oct 2006|10:50am] |
sorry for the vagueness
The new job is being a counselor/parole officer/case manager type person for guys in a minimum security facility that is helping transition prisoners out of prision and back in to the community.
So. I'm pretty excited, and I officially start in two weeks, but I'll be going in for training before that so Im sure I will share more info then.
thanks for all the congrats : )
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[22 Sep 2006|12:37am] |
soooooo.
I got a job transfer!!! I decided that since I have been actively looking for a job for 8 months and have gotten a big fat nothing, I might as well make myself as comfortable as possible at place of current employment. Especially since in the past few weeks, staff have had fingers broken, been stabbed, had their heads busted open and stapled shut, etc...its just really not worth the money any more. The real kick in the ass came when I recently heard from a past client who does not have a highschool diploma or GED and she is making more money per hour than I am... how sweet is that?
So I applied to transfer to an afterschool program that is run by the organization I work for, and I got the position. Its way easier and it sort of feels like a vacation compared to the emotional/verbal/physical abuse I have been dealing with for the past three years. AND i get to work Monday through Friday. So I'm off on weekends for the first time in....my life?
The only problem is that its about 8 hours less per week, so I'm going to have to make them up somewhere. I applied for a part time position somewhere else today. We'll see.
Apartment living is pretty good so far. It has been over a month and it seemed so weird to me that i felt like I was adjusting just fine and didn't feel stressed about anything at all. But today was the first day that I felt a wee tinge of homesickness and stress about all the bills that have shown up and all that. but i'm just a little emotional overall today. it will pass.
in other news, thanks to my twin brother, I now have a very unhealthy addiction to the show "Lost"
we don't have cable, so he gave me the 1st season DVD set and I have not been able to stop watching them. I've watched like 16 episodes since sunday! Out of control.
and....I'm going up to michigan with my roommate next week. Hopefully it will be fun. and hopefully i will be getting my tattoo on saturday. can't wait.
and! i ordered a knitting bag from nataliedee.com (if you've never seen that website, you have to check it out. a lot of it is quite funny) the bag reads "will knit for tattoos" !!!!! hahah I'm really excited about it, and I want to start knitting again, because its getting cool and thats knitting weather.
wow. longest update in months. hey livejournal.
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[06 Sep 2006|10:48am] |
SO! I moved in to my apartment a few weeks ago. Its pretty much awesome. I am enjoying it so far. Even more, I'm enjoy the 2 pools and the jacuzzi thing. The gym is kind of lame because it is sooo quiet in there... no TV...no music. I bring my ipod, but i still get bored.
Still don't have a new job, and current employment just keeps getting scarier. Two weeks ago, someone (staff) got STABBED multipble times with a piece of glass from a broken window....last week, a staff got their head busted open after a kid punched them so hard that they hit their head -she had to get staples and stitches in her scalp... last night, 3 staff went to the hospital with injuries from one girl. I know at least one of them needed stitches...
So I feel like I'm just waiting for something to happen to me...and considering applying at home depot. Hey college degree - thanks for your help. I'm glad I spent four years of my life working for you.
But I am excited, because baby Lillian is due at the end of October and baby Annabell is due at the beginning of Novemeber. Yay babies!!!
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[16 Aug 2006|05:05am] |
Within my days at my current place of employment, there have been children who like me. Like me enough to tell other children they need to shut the eff up when said children are cussing me out or threatening me. Some have even gone as far as to say that they would hurt someone if it came down to it.
While I always though of this as a kind gesture and it made me feel appreciated, I always let them know that this is unnecessary and counterproductive.
well. tonight it actually happened before i could explain the unnecessary/counterproductive part.
girl 1- cussed me out and was talking crazy about me
girl 2 let her know that she needed to stop...
5 seconds later = fist fight.
yikes.
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[11 Aug 2006|09:01am] |
RARH! Job interview today!
and I get to drive my dads truck there because the honda is being worked on.
RARH!
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[23 Jul 2006|02:00am] |
soooo. I actually have an interview on Wednesday. The first call I've gotten after what seems like 300 resumes. I'm really excited, but also having major anxiety. Because when i want something reeeeeeeeely bad, its scary that i could just as easily not get it as i could get it...
either way, pray for me. i need this.
i've decided to start slowing packing stuff up so it is not so overwhelming when I need to get it done. Its kind of a pain, but sort of fun too.
I've worked for three hours and gotten two small boxes packed, two bags full of trash, and one thrift store bag. But i've found a ton of pictures, notes, cards, papers, planners, journals, and homework assignments that have brought back a million memories. Some sad, some fun. This is weird.
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[19 Jul 2006|01:41am] |
So. I'm beginning to think that a college degree is a big joke. One that is just not funny at all.
Some of my favorite things : 1. When my brother stumbles through "hotel yorba" (super fun song by the white stripes) on the guitar and he, along with my other brother, myself, and my sisters attempt to sing the whole thing. Cause its really fast and high and goofy, so its really fun to sing it and its just something that makes me happy.
2. Now, when I pick my nephew up on Mondays, we get in the car and I say "Conner, what do you want to listen to" and he says "Johhy Ca!" Which I can only assume means "Johnny Cash" since that is what we always listen to. That makes me happy too.
In other news, i took a little quiz and as it turns out I'm "very likely" to have major depression. Awesome. I think it was the "crying for no reason 5 to 7 times a week" that tilted the scale in that direction.
awesome.
I'm moving!! In to an apartment!! on August 19th.
exciting.
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[12 Jul 2006|01:26am] |
is it bad that i feel like moving to guatemala to teach english in an orphanage because I CAN'T FIND A JOB. I feel like I have put out a million resumes and I've got nothing.
And i'm so tired of being completely stressed out about looking for jobs and trying to figure out where I want to live, but not being able to actually do anything because I don't know where I'll be working.
i never wanted to do this in the first place.
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[29 Jun 2006|12:58am] |
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My dog is asleep in my lap.
The funeral was not so bad.
Conner loves fishing poles. Since we went on our big fishing trip a couple weeks ago he says "bobba" (bobber) when he sees a fishing pole and wants to play with it.
So my grandpa loved fishing as well and they had his fishing pole by his casket, so of course Conner wanted to see it. My dad took him up there to look at it and I had to leave the room to pull myself together.
It was cool to think about how much my grandpa loved to fish, then my dad taught us, and Adam grew to love it, now Adam is teaching Conner. But it also made me want to cry like an idiot.
I'm leaving for Key West on Friday...super exciting.
I am so ready for vacation.
and I am making plans to get tattooed when I return!! I've been wanting a tatoo forever so I'm finally gonna do it.
i'm excited.
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[23 Jun 2006|12:44am] |
So my grandpa went in to the hospital on fathers day with a whole bunch of problems...
My mom woke me up this morning to say they were taking him off all the stuff he was hooked up to, and they weren't sure what was going to happen, and I needed to go to the hospital to be with my dad. Mom couldn't go because she was watching my nephew.
On the way there, I felt sick. Not so much because I knew my grandpa was dying, but more because my dad's father was dying. My dad has always been a safe place. Solid as a rock. The one that held me to his chest when we were circled around my other grandpa's empty body. I felt so anxious to think about him being upset or needing comfort, because he has always been MY comfort. I got to the hospital and I went in to the section where my grandpa was and asked the nurse what room he was in. The second I said his name, I could tell he was gone. The nurse immediately stiffened up and looked horribly uncomfortable. She then referred me to another nurse. She asked me who I am and I told her I am his granddaughter. She put her arm around me and said "well, your grandma is still in there...but your grandpa passed a little bit ago." and she took me in to the room. My uncle, aunts, grandma, and dad were in there. I hugged everyone and just stood by my dad with my arm around him. My grandpa didn't look like a peaceful body. He looked like a victim of something terrible. His skin was yellow from his liver failing. His left arm was bruised over the yellow and had tubes in it. His right arm was bruised, but also swollen. Like the arm and hand had been pumped full of water. It looked so strange on his thin body. His mouth looked sunken in and there was blood on his face from his nose. I just sort of stood there and considered him. I didn't really know him that well and I wondered things about him like if he loved Jesus,if he had a tattoo, did he feel afraid this morning.
We stood, they sat, we stood, we left.
My dad seemed ok, and that was a relief.
It was like a weird dream.
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[19 Jun 2006|08:35pm] |
ok, i know this is evil, but its also sooooo funny.
I was at the gym today when these two girls came in, who looked like they were around the age of 15 and immediately became totally obnoxious. They found some guys that they apparently knew and proceeded to draw as much attention to themselves as possible. Jumping around, waving their arms, talking and laughing really loud, asking the boys to spot them, blah blah blah. Well, after they had played around the weight room for a while, they decided they were going to get on the treadmills. So one girl jumps on the other girls back, and rides her over to the cardio section. They get on treadmills and continue to yell at the boys. Blah blah blah. Well, about 30 seconds later I hear this HUGE THUD and look over to see one of them on her stomach sliding off the treadmill.
and I had to put my head down and go in to the locker room to keep from rolling on the floor laughing.
hehehe.
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[15 Jun 2006|01:37am] |
sometimes it makes me laught so hard to go back and read my old entrys and comments on here.
I got a effing speeding ticket on saturday. I had gone camping with my family and caught some outrageous fish, and had a great time, and got a ticket on the way home. I hate speed limits. they don't make sense to me...well they do, but they don't make sense being so slow. Yes,the speed limit was 55, but on a straight road with absolutely no cars on it, i felt completely safe going 75. Otherwise, i wouldn't have done it. UGH~$!Q#@$
uuhhhhhh.
I need a job. well, i have a job, but i need a new one. and i need a plan for my life. K? thanks.
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[07 Jun 2006|12:50am] |
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I was right again! My sister is having a GIRL!!!! and I'm so excited!!!!! I want to go buy baby clothes RIGHT NOW~!
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[13 May 2006|09:49pm] |
one of my girls got pissed today and decided to attack me...Wrestler style...with a chair.
it was great.
only not at all.
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