you are my sweetest downfall...

Musings

2011-06-23T02:24:00.001-04:00

Matthew 7:15-20 “Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves. By their fruit you will recognize them. Do people pick grapes from thornbushes, or figs from thistles? Likewise, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit. A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, and a bad tree cannot bear good fruit. Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. Thus, by their fruit you will recognize them."

I am going to try and remember this everytime I find myself "trippin" as it was so aptly dubbed...

It got to a point where I prayed about it, and the next day God literally moved me, out of nowhere, from one work location to another. I've never experienced such an in-my-face answer to a prayer before. Though I can't say I never looked back, because I definitely did. ...A couple months later, I prayed again, and now it's back. I keep praying that my desires be God's desires. I know it's there for a reason, but the reason is beyond my current understanding.

I've come to realize I cannot help how I feel, but I can help what I do. I will not act, I will merely play the "wait and see" game. Still going with the flow, to speak. And apply the verse above. How often was I there when you needed me, as much as I had a capacity to be, and then how often were you there for me? I want to say I'm not an idiot, but being stuck in this feeling makes me feel like I am. Let's just say I'm not being an idiot blindly....I see through you.

An Historical Weekend

2011-05-02T02:16:00.000-04:00

I feel as though I've just lived through a very historical time of life...this may sound cheesy, but oh well. Like I'm going to look back at this weekend and tell my kids about it. The "Royal Wedding" and the announcement of Osama Bin Laden's death all at once!

As far as the royal wedding goes, no, I didn't watch it (I was sleeping before getting up early to go to work), but I did DVR some highlights that I will watch later at my leisure. I am interested in it despite being an American, perhaps because I'm in the middle of planning my own wedding, but I think mostly because I can remember being little and hearing about Princess Diana and Prince Charles and about William and Harry. I had paper dolls from Princess Di's wedding. I really wish I knew what happened to those.... I also remember her death, and how horrible it was, and then watching Prince William grow up to be a hottie (I'll admit I thought once or twice how sweet it would be to become "Princess Suzin" even though it would never happen).

And as far as Bin Laden's death goes....Yay for America, yay that one more terrorist is gone from this world, who knows how many lives have been saved...but also will this trigger some huge negative reaction? Should we really be rejoicing in the death of another human, no matter how depraved they are? It's a confusing and difficult thing to ponder. I do remember the morning of September 11, 2001 quite vividly. I remember I had a 7:50 a.m. Spanish class, how tired I was in it, and how glad I was when the prof let us out a few minutes early. I planned to go back to sleep once I got to my dorm room. I got back to Shatford Hall, climbed the stairs to the third floor, and at the very top of the stairs, first room on the left is the tv room. Someone was in there watching tv that early and I remember pausing, thinking about going in there to see what was up, thinking "these people are crazy to be watching tv so early when they could be sleeping!!!" and then walking halfway down the hall towards my door. And for some strange reason the thought popped in my head, "what if something horrible and life-changing has happened and that's the news coverage of it they're watching." I turned back and went in there, fully expecting to be wrong and see a re-run of A Baby Story playing, but instead I saw the first tower burning on tv. I saw the second plane hit. I saw people screaming and running in the streets of NYC. I saw people in windows. I saw people jumping out of those windows because that was the only way to escape the flames. I saw buildings fall. City workers running back into the dust rescue one more person. I heard about the Pentagon, and being worried for Bethany's father who worked there (my suitemate). I heard about the plane going down in Pennsylvania, and worried for Meredith's (my roommate's) father who was in the process of moving the family to a town eight miles from the crash location. Somewhere in the middle of all the news coverage, I went down the hall and got Meredith and told her what happened, and she didn't believe me. I had to make her come down the hall with me.

So I guess when my kids want to know where I was when I heard that Bin Laden I'll have to say, "I was sitting in front of the computer tooling around Facebook when all of the sudden ten different people updated their statuses at once regarding Bin Laden's death, and I checked CNN.com and it wasn't even being reported there yet. Someone else updated it was on MSNBC.com so I went there and got up to watch the news coverage on tv. So basically I found out through Facebook."

scaring the crap out of myself

2011-04-18T03:33:00.001-04:00

i was on my way home from work a couple of nights ago, and the first leg of the journey for me is to drive down river road between 32 and 146th street, which is a fairly dark and abandoned stretch of road (just some gravel pits and gravel-pit related companies)...part of the road has very sharp turns. and when i was driving a couple of cars came around those turns pretty quickly, just headlights in the dark zooming past me on the rough pavement. and after they passed, i thought to myself (in all caps), "what if those weren't cars?!"

which would mean they were aliens or something, which is a scary thought when you're alone in the dark, far from anyone who could help you not be abducted by aliens.

true story.

my favorite poem

2011-03-14T03:34:00.000-04:00

i've probably posted this before, but that's fine. here goes.

"the Lesson of the Moth"
by archy (Don Marquis)

i was talking to a moth
the other evening
he was trying to break into
an electric light bulb
and fry himself on the wires

why do you fellows
pull this stunt i asked him
because it is the conventional thing for moths or
have you no sense
plenty of it he answered
but at times we get tired
of using it
we get bored with the routine
and crave beauty
and excitement
fire is beautiful
and we know that if we get
too close it will kill us
but what does that matter
it is better to be happy
for a moment
and be burned up with beauty
than to live a long time
and be bored all the while
so we wad all our life up
into one little roll
that is what life is for
it is better to be a part of beauty
for one instant and then cease to
exist than to exist forever
and never be a part of beauty
our attitude toward life
is come easy go easy
we are like human beings
used to be before they became
too civilized to enjoy themselves

and before i could argue him
out of his philosophy
he went and immolated himself
on a patent cigar lighter
i do not agree with him
myself i would rather have
half the happiness and twice
the longevity

but at the same time i wish

there was something i wanted

as badly as he wanted

to fry himself

i stole this from a yogurt commercial, of all things.

2011-03-11T03:07:00.000-05:00

Plain was the same as it ever was the same.
Plainly plain…
Samely same…
But then…someone lit the flame.
Plain rode away on lion’s mane.
Where plain met fruits with strangely names.
Such wonderful things they did contain.
A shot of life to a hungry vein.
The captive beast who broke the chain.
And there upon that fruited plane,
is where plain became what plain became.
So much more than more than plain.
Plain will never be the same.

ouch.

2011-02-25T02:18:00.000-05:00

"Silencer" by mewithoutyou

Don't waste your lips on words I've heard before
Kiss my tired head.
And each letter written wastes your hand, young man
Come and lead me to your bed
You gave me hope that I'd not lost her
And then thought it rather strange to see me smile-
as I don't do too much smiling these days.

She put on happiness like a loose dress
Over pain I'll never know
"So the peace you had," she says,
"I must confess, I'm glad to see it go."
We're two white roses lying frozen just outside his door
I've made you so happy and so sad,
But which should I be more sorry for?

Come kiss my face goodbye,
that space below my eye and above my cheek
Cause I'm faint and fading fast, I see a darkness
And I shall be released.
I'll pass like a fever from this body,
And softly slip into his hands
I tried to love you and I failed,
But I have another plan.

My Lord, how long to sing this song?
And my Lord, how muchmore of this pretending to be strong?
When she stands before your throne
Dressed in beauty not her own
All soft and small, you'll hear her call
"you brought me here, now take me home."

walls

2011-02-19T23:43:00.000-05:00

we keep stacking bricks up and then taking them down. and then stacking them up again.

we're building something, but then we destroy it.

could we just decide what we're doing here? is this construction or destruction?

thisismesimplyyouless

2011-02-10T01:50:00.000-05:00

Bits of a poem...

this is how i feel

i want to turn this room upside down and scream

WHERE THE ____ ARE YOU

i can't do this

i can't do it

i knew before i even knew, this was going to be trouble

there’s lightning in my blood when you walk in the room

i can’t think straight i can’t stop shaking

and now we’re apart and you stay silent and i can’t

i can’t i can’t i can’t

i’m just going through the motions because i can’t

sometimes

2011-02-03T01:17:00.001-05:00

sometimes i write things down and most of it does not fully express what i want it to, but there are a couple of lines here and there that i think have merit.

just saving a couple of merited lines i found in some old stuff.

I would destroy the world just to love you and you don't know.

If you asked me I would set this city on fire
and kiss you while everything we own burns to the ground.

...changed it all when you walked through that door that morning,

just a black swagger silhouette

set it free

2011-02-03T00:46:00.000-05:00

i'll put it out in the universe, and if it's supposed to be, then God will bring it back to me. until then, i go with the flow.

current song: "dramamine" by modest mouse

2011-01-28T05:48:00.000-05:00

i felt like i should blog again, so here i is.

i'm FINALLY starting to plan my wedding, and i'm getting overwhelmed! this whole finding a venue thing is really freaking me out -- i should've already done that i guess, i'm trying to find one within budget, and no one allows you to use your own caterer, everyone has their own exclusive caterer and some places require some sort of minimum catering order if you reserve a space on a saturday night. and of course, its all out of my budget. grrrrrr! does anyone have a liquor license and a huge backyard?

caryn and i have narrowed down some bridesmaids dresses, i've got colors picked out (red (david's bridal "apple") with navy accents), a theme (bookish), a pastor (pastor joe, i just have to set up 4 premarital counseling sessions), a photographer (anna pidcoe!), eight bridesmaids, and eight groomsmen. yay!

some times hurt more than others

2010-12-07T00:36:00.000-05:00

Once on a yellow peice of paper with green lines

he wrote a poem

and he called it "chops"

because that was the name of his dog

and thats what it was all about

his teacher gave him an A

and a gold star

and his mother hung it on the kitchen door

and read it to his aunts.

that was the year Father Tracy

took all the kids to the zoo

and he let them sing on the bus

and his little sister was born

with tiny nails and no hair

and his mother and father kissed alot

and the girl around the corner sent him a

Valentine signed with a row of X's

and he had to ask his father what the X's meant

and his father always tucked him in bed at night

and was always there to do it

once on a piece of white paper with blue lines

he wrote a poem

he called it "Autumn"

because that was the name of the season

and that's what it was all about

and his teacher gave him an A

and asked him to write more clearly

and his mother never hung it on the kithcen door

beause of the new paint

and the kids told him

that Father Tracy smoked cigars

and left butts on the pews

and sometime they would burn holes

that was the year his sister got glasses

with thick lenses and black frames

and the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see santa claus

and the kids told him why

his mother and father kissed alot

and his father never tucked him in bed at night

and his father got mad

when he cried for him to do it

once on a paper torn from his notebook

he wrote a poem

and he called it "Innocence: A Question"

because that was the question about his girl

and thats what it was all about

and his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look

and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because he never showed her

that was the year Father Tracy died

and he forgot how the end

of the Apostles's Creed went

and he caught his sister

making out on the back porch

and his mother and father never kissed

or even talked

and the girl around the corner

wore too much make up

that made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway

becuase it was the thing to do

and at 3 am he tucked himself into bed

his father snoring soundly

that's why on the back of a brown paper bag

he tried another poem

and he called it "Absolutely Nothing"

because that's what it was really all about

and he gave himself an A

and a slash on each damned wrist

and he hung it on the bathroom door

because this time he didnt think

he could reach the kitchen

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Stephen Chbosky

its a sad, quiet day

2010-12-02T19:10:00.000-05:00

when i first woke up i didnt think today would be so bad.

but after i hung up my phone, i checked my text messages and found out that eli rench died.

i'm happy he's at peace now. i'm sad he's gone. i'm devastated that he didn't reach out to someone for help, because everyone obviously loved him so much... i've been crying in little bits all day...in the shower, in front of the tv, hiding in the computer room...right now.

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i set up my christmas tree last night all by myself at like, 3 a.m. a little lopsided, but not too bad. dallas kept licking the tree branches. that cat is strange.

i want to dye my hair red. i need caryn to come over and help me.

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a confession: yes, it does bother me. does that matter? does that change anything?

i'll tear myself away

if that is what you need

there is nothing left to say

but

is there a chance?

a fragment of light at the end of the tunnel?

a reason to fight?

is there a chance you may change your mind?

or are we ashes and wine?
-A Fine Frenzy

sometimes you have nothing to fuel you but blood, tears, and lightning

2010-11-30T04:25:00.000-05:00

i'm deeply saddened right now about the news regarding elijah rench. i used to volunteer in a youth group in hartford city, indiana, and he was "one of my kids," as i lovingly refer to my old HCWC students. my former mentee (is that a word? well it is now) brittany has been keeping me up-to-date on the situation (she kind of has a front-row seat). i'm sad to hear he attempted suicide, and was taken to the hospital where there was hope he might make it, but as days progressed the hope faded away and monday 11/29 the decision was made to take him off life support, and now it's just a waiting game for his passing.

eli, you were always good for a laugh. i wasn't especially close to you, but you were always up for fun, always had a big goofy grin on your face, and found a way to keep everyone around you laughing. i'm praying for you, your family, and loved ones, and i'm crying tears for your pain. i hope you find the peace you were looking for. i wish i could hug you.

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i feel like i missed something somewhere, i feel like something is incomplete and unfinished and it's too late to go back and smooth the wrinkles.

oh, so that's how it's going to be now.

an incomplete poem (because i cannot be that vulnerable, i'm sorry):

and i have stars in my eyes
lightning in my veins

and you knew

and i'll always come back
to you in the stars and the dark
and the lightning

oh jesus, this is my heart's cry. i wish so many things right now. but at the same time i'm afraid to wish, because i got what i wished for and maybe that ruined it.

random smatterings of thoughts that don't necessarily go together

2010-11-28T20:49:00.000-05:00

dear diary,

(ha, that's for bekah johns cullen, if she's even reading it. i don't care, i just love it)

i miss blogging. i miss feeling like i actually had something worth writing about.

lately...i just don't know. i'm starting to second guess a lot of things that previously had been set-in-stone truths. you just never really know, do you? i'm starting to understand matt arnold's frustration with plans back in the day. once you make them, they all fall to pieces. heck just look at my life. i knew i was going to be married by 22, have at least 2 kids before i was 30, decent job (or better yet be a stay-at-home mom), decent house, a couple of cats and a dog. and here i am at 28 with nothing except the cats.

i'm not depressed. i'm pensive.

i wanted to know, and then i found out, i wanted a taste, and i got it. and maybe i want more, but i'm afraid of what it costs. and maybe given another opportunity i would verbalize more. blindsiding scares me quiet.

i'm really trying to make more time for art again. i've allowed myself to get out of the game, and now i'm realizing there are a lot of things inside me that need to come out and perhaps a canvas, paint, and words will help. its expressive. its therapy. its birth. and i miss it. i need more paint. i just blew all my blue and green and white on a canvas a couple of days ago. and i miss poetry. i'm glad i have that gigantic volume of ee cummings now, because that feeds my soul. i like to read a little everyday.

some of those things you said hurt me permenantly.

some of those things you said in my presence...were they supposed to be to me?

i wonder what is real and what is in my head. i wonder what isn't being said. i wonder if i'm on an island and you're floating away just fine without me. am i more, or am i less?

I said my goodbyes to the sun
my little one, so far away.
And how strange, how small we must become
yet as familiar as yesterday

The bluest iris that I'd ever seen
She vanished like a dream, sinking back
into the ground
Singing "maybe i'm ashamed and maybe I wept real tears"
but maybe she was hiding because she wanted to be found
You wanted to be found!

Don't be afraid of him.
Be still.

-mewithoutyou

because sometimes someone else says it before i knew the words to say it.

the two songs i cannot get out of my head right now

2010-11-28T19:35:00.000-05:00

"Samson"

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed
And history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light, they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed
Oh I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that I'd done alright
And kissed me 'til the mornin' light, the mornin' light
And he kissed me 'til the mornin' light

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down
Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one
And history books forgot about us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first

"Almost Lover"

Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images

You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick

I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
Images

And when you left you kissed my lips
You told me you'd never ever forget these images, no

I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy
To walk right in and out of my life?

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

marley & me

2010-03-10T04:28:00.003-05:00

i just watched marley & me for the first time. i spent the last half hour bawling, tears streaming down my face, crying so hard my throat hurt. it didn't help that jezebel (my first pet of my very own) was sitting on my shoulder purring the whole movie.

i don't know if i can ever get a dog. oh lord in heaven.

what's crackalackin'

2010-02-06T04:35:00.002-05:00

so not much going on...let's see.

still work at pizza hut. i wish i was a librarian. pizza hut won't stop running this "any pizza, any size, any toppings for $10" deal which wreaks havoc on ordering, planning, etc. and the superbowl is tomorrow...and the COLTS are playing....i'm not looking forward to work. *sigh* SO MANY PIZZAS, SO LITTLE TIME!

my cats are still cats. bratty, mostly. and fuzzy.

i got a new camera! i got a used digital rebel xti 10.1 mgpixel from usedcameras.com. yay! i need to take it out for a test spin now that i have a cf card (which i didnt have for a few days and totally took away from the new awesome camera experience).

with scott, things are fairly good...like normal. but they could be better. they could be moving forward, instead of staying right where they are....so.......yeah. we'll see what the next couple of months brings.

Salt 'n' Pepper

2010-01-09T04:29:00.002-05:00

Something horrible and devastating has happened!!!

I found my first gray hair!!!!!!!! GASP!

I was sitting at my computer, minding my own business, just playing with my hair and I had to stop and look closer because there was one hair--one evil, awful hair--that was not only a strikingly different color, but also much thicker and a different texture than the rest of my hair. That's because it was (*dun dun dunnnnnnn*) a gray hair.

I immediately yanked it out because I'll not stand for that kind of riff-raff. I don't want the rest of my hair getting any funny ideas or picking up bad habits from the rotten apple.

If you don't believe me, I saved it and put it in an envelope. Just in case.

Things I Should've Done With Dignal When I Had The Chance

2010-01-07T02:21:00.002-05:00

1. Go on a roadtrip, driving randomly all over the USA with no real goal in mind, just fun. Visit fun random things no one knows about, like the World's Largest Ball of Paint, the World's Largest Ball of Twine, go see a movie at The Spud Drive-In and take our pictures with a bunch of potato-themed objects...maybe add some shoes to the Shoe Tree.

2. Make sure to do all of the above in a motorcycle/sidecar getup. Get matching leather jackets with elaborate back embroidery complete with our biker chick names...something to the tune of "Oily Digs" and "Motormouth Sue". The only shirts we'll pack will be old bowling shirts. And before we leave we'll get bad haircuts and watch a bunch of old episodes of Roseanne so we'll be nice and mouthy for the road.

3. Have our own internet cartoon that rocks through America, even if it's only a short-lived fame. Something to the tune of Homestarrunner, toothpastefordinner, or explodingdog. All of those were winners back in my day.

4. Play more pranks on people we love. I feel like Manthony had it easy in college. What's a little roadkill in your bed and closet? pssh. Who cares if we drove a car right up to his dorm winodw and blasted the horn while he was sleeping? nothing. And a live chicken pooping in his bathroom over a long weekend? I'm sure the clean up wasn't much. We could've gone bigger and better. And spread the love. I don't think we picked on Meredith or Christy enough.

5. More random moments doing childish things like swinging, puddlejumping (with Christy!), blowing bubbles, and picking dandelions.

6. Make a bunch of bagged lunches and just drive around passing them out to panhandlers. Or walk around, so that we could get to know them.

7. Infiltrate Taylor University -- maybe we could've found out when new-student orientation was and joined one of their orientation groups so that we could pose as Taylor students for an undetermined period of time, gain their trust, learn nothing of real value b/c we're not REALLY spies, just pretending to be...and then when we decide, jump up and reveal our IWU tshirts and yell something about knowing all we needed to know and now they'd be going down before we ran off laughing, HA! WE FOOLED THEM!!

8. I know once we switched rooms in Manthony and David's townhouse....what if we thought bigger, and had a crew of people to help us? What if we switched two entire DORMS?! Evans/Hodson, or Shatford/Bowman....i wonder if they would've just left it that way, or if they would actually switch it back.

9. Taken more awesome pictures together. Played with cameras.

10. Had more sleepovers. Hair dying, pie-baking, empire records-watching, giggling with Meres, making up codenames for people we barely know or care about but still feel the need to unknowingly draw into our circles of existance....yes. More of that, please.

some smarts, please?

2009-10-12T03:49:00.002-04:00

working in the food industry is definately causing my tolerance level for "stupid" to dwindle away.

here are some gems:

1. all the time people call my restaurant. i answer the phone with "thank you for calling springmill road pizza hut, this is suzin speaking, how may i help you?" and they ask, "IS THIS PIZZA HUT?" or "ARE YOU ON SPRINGMILL ROAD?" seriously.

2. they ordered something and want to use a coupon. then they don't have said coupon at register, which makes the person ringing the ticket out look suspicious when they're giving dicounts without proof of why. customer will either use the excuse "the person on the phone didn't tell me i had to bring it in." which to me is stupid and a half. or, they saw a coupon once, somewhere, for this price they made up, and they want that price, but no they don't have the coupon. okay, see, i've never walked in another restaurant or grocery store and said "i'm not paying the price, i'm paying a lesser price," and had people say "okay." not that i've ever even attempted such a thing, coz that's just not realistic.

3. i had a guy a couple months ago who wasn't very good at speaking english. i took his order fine, got his delivery info fine, but when i told him the price he said "no, i have a coupon." i asked for what items and what amount, and he said he didn't know. i told him i can't discount the order if i don't know the amount of the discount, and did he have the coupon? he said no. i asked where it was. he said, and i quote, "it is in my mouth." he ended up having to pay full price because we don't accept coupons that are in your mouth.

4. someone placed an order online, which means it totally takes the human error factor out...well, the employee-human error out, but leaves the customer-human error in. the customer ordered a specific order of wings, and then called back and said he didnt like them and really meant to order something different and he wanted his money back. i offered a 50% credit on his account since the store itself did exactly what he asked of it, provided the product he ordered. it wasn't the store's fault he didn't like breaded wings. no, he demanded a full refund because somehow it really was our fault.

5. i had someone else complain about me to the office b/c when their internet order came through and there were problems, i had to call them to straighten it out and they ended up changing their order, which made it cost more. long story short, they thought it should be cheaper and accused me of raising the tax rate in the store's system 2% to skim some money off their order (what, like 50 cents?), when in reality the city of westfield had raised the tax rate, which i have no control over, and these people just don't pay attention to what goes on locally.

i wish there was someone i could call and complain to about stupid or rude customers, since they can call and complain about us.

eh. just venting. too much stupid.

word to meres

2009-07-01T18:08:00.000-04:00

i can hear the ice cream truck!

i'm almost 27 years old, have very sensitive teeth (can't bite ice cream), and yet i still want to race outside and chase an old truck down the neighborhood streets with a fistful of wrinkled dollar bills.

it's summer...and my inner child knows it.

did suzin die?

2008-06-15T19:40:00.002-04:00

answer: no. not hardly.

but as of yet i still haven't replaced the Internet, and therefore am unable to blog more than once every six months or so (yay). quick update:

boyfriend: good. very good.

job: trying to claw my way forward.

family: mostly good.

cats: furry and miaowy. just the way i like 'em.

books: still read them.

art: haven't had time to do much.

apartment: the AC was broken for 10 days and that was loads of fun, living in 90 degree apartment...had to threaten to camp out at the office and be loud and obnoxious before it was fixed...fancy that, the very next day after the threat it was all good.

the weather: i have not experienced any direct problems from flooding and whatnot, but it's been crazy.

An official announcement.

2008-01-15T22:06:00.000-05:00

I've decided that the official college-friends-as-tgs goes as following:

Cheerleader: Meredith Evans

So-and-So: Jonathan Schaller

The Ugly One: Sarah Dignal Burmeister

What's Her Face: Myself

In other news, I found the weirdest, randomest, slightly grossest presents for the people listed above for 88 cents each at walmart.

prank calls with pizza hut

2008-01-05T06:12:00.000-05:00

there is an especially fun-loving employee at ph, matt burns. he's thirty-something, father of two, been employeed by the hut for almost fourteen years, also works at a hospital with terminally ill patients....used to be a clown.......

anyways, he has a pechant for prank calling PH. i will now tell you of his prank calls because i find some of them especially amusing.

sometimes his calls are tame, he'll pretend to order a pizza with toppings such as "trout" or "blowfish" to see if the kids answering will ask if we have that topping.

sometimes he'll try and order whatever special domino's, papa john's, or donato's (i just realized we're probably the only major chain in the area that doesn't have a possesive name....no 's at PH...there's also a Papa Murphy's and Greek's)...such as philly cheese steak, or brooklyn style.

there was one time he called the olio store not long after it opened (they're like a "sister" store in the same franchise, about 20-25 minutes away) four times in one evening. the manager working, jackie, was this short little spitfire who apparantly got extremely ticked. he called a couple times doing the "trout" thing, then tried to order the domino's special, and finally asked the kid who answered to run next door and see when quizno's closed (their neighbor) because "they weren't answering their phone" and "his kids didnt want pizza they wanted sandwiches." the kid offered to call back with the closing time, so matt gave the PH number out. a few minutes later the phone rang (this is before we had caller ID....we still don't have a system) and on the off-chance it was the kid calling back, matt answered simply "hello" instead of the "thank you for calling how may i help you" schpiel. luckily, it was the kid, who had run next door to quizno's, found out their store hours, run back to PH, and called matt back on a phone number that was probably posted right next to the phone as the Fishers #.

there have been times he's called and asked if we had hitching posts for his horse and buggy because he was amish.

MY ALL TIME FAVORITE....."the blind guy"

matt burns calls until he gets amber...amber is a beautiful (drop-dead) brunette, 20 years old, very very very sweet and friendly, slightly gullible...slightly very gullible. matt informs her that he is blind and has a seeing eye dog and wanted to check and make sure before he came in that it would be okay that his dog was in our restaurant. she goes to al (the manager at the time...all part of matt's plan because he knew the reaction) and relays the message. he freaks out, his feathers get all ruffled, he rants and raves, settles down and says yes that's okay. she tells matt that's okay. matt thanks her and hangs up giggling that he just got amber to make al mad.

ten minutes later, matt thinks up the second part. he calls again, and asks for amber. she gets on the phone. he tells her he's the blind guy she was talking to earlier. they exchange pleasantries. he tells her he walked most of the way to the store and he's waiting at the stop light across the street in the marsh parking lot. would she be so kind as to look out the window and let him know when the light turns red so he can cross the street? he's the guy with the dog and the cell phone. she looks out the window.....obviously, there's no guy with a cell phone or dog. there's nobody. she gets back on the phone..."sir, there's no one there. are you sure you're at marsh?" he is certain that's where he is. he's been there before. she still can't see him. he says he's waving. nothing. he starts getting very upset. he's afraid he's lost. he's got the dog, he's on a sidewalk, he can hear cars going past, but if he's not at marsh he has no idea where he is can she please help him? by this time amber is in tears. she's looking everywhere for this lost, hoplessly helpless blind guy in the street but she can't find him and he can't find himself.

and then it's just matt burns.

ps. it's not a recorder. i think it's someone's windchimes, i just dont know where.

a recorder? outside? 2:30 am? seriously?

2007-12-23T02:38:00.001-05:00

i swear it sounds like someone is playing a recorder outside my apartment building in the middle of the night in the middle of winter. but its just three notes, which makes me think perhaps someone got a mildly annoying new windchime of sort. or just doesnt know how to play the recorder.

while i type this, i have two recorders within reach which i am tempted to grab, stick my head out the sliding door, and start a'tootin' on just for kicks.

recycle

2007-12-23T02:33:00.000-05:00

you know how life seems to recycle the main characters? like in high school my best friends were katie baglien and rachel freeman. then in college my best friends were meredith evans and sarah dignal -- meredith being the new katie and dignal being the new rachel. well now i have a hybrid of sarah/meredith emerging, and also a new brittany fancher.

its interesting how this stuff works out.

a thousand things

2007-12-13T00:53:00.000-05:00

a thousand things happen each day that cause my stomach to lurch a little as i realize that either sarah, meredith, or jon would've shared the humor in the situation with me and unfortunately there's no one else in this town, county, or state that could manage to understand my thought process and/or enjoyment.

dear meredith

2007-11-19T02:13:00.001-05:00

um, holy cow. they made you a reality tv show on vh1. i just watched what i believe is episode 2 or 3 and i was fairly stoked.

its like project runway or america's next top model, only for photographers! eeeek! the episode i watched had them hanging off cliffs to get a "high-intensity" shot and then underwater for a evening gown fashion shoot. loooooooves it.

the shot!

just like in my house

2007-11-12T04:35:00.000-05:00

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The Visiter

2007-11-04T09:43:00.000-05:00

so it's about this time yesterday morning, and i hear a funny noise - maybe a knock - at the door. open the door to see what's on the other side, (obviously) expecting something human...a two or three-month old kitten waltzes into my apartment........

usually when someone knocks on my door its not a CAT.

so i invite him in, take him in the bathroom with me while i finish getting ready for work, and then we get ready for the big Knock On Everyone's Door game. it was the first door i knocked on, across the hall. they didnt even realize their little guy was missing. i tried to tell them the story of how he knocked on my door and came in with an air of "hey, whats up guys? long time no chill, what it do..." but i think it didnt register with them.

and thats the story of how i almost had four cats.

well, i would've taken him to the humane society or given him to caryn if i didnt find the rightful owner. yeah right four cats.

the time i invented something

2007-11-03T02:21:00.000-04:00

so this one time i was at work, and it was the slow time between the lunch rush and the dinner rush and i was hungry. working at pizza hut means oftentimes i get tired of plain old pizza, so i was looking for something slightly different to eat. i decided to cook some cavatini noodles to eat by themselves. instead of adding garlic butter like i normally do in this situation (i'm not a fan of tomato or meat sauce), i thought, hey, man, why not try something dangerous and add.....cheese sauce. oh yeah baby. and then i ate it and i thought it was pretty good, and was thinking "this is a pretty neat thing i just made up. someone should mass market this coz it's pretty kickbutt."

and that's how i invented macaroni and cheese.

which i then realized i had just invented a few moments later.

which made me feel pretty stupid, coz i'd been awfully elated just a few moments before.

because i had invented macaroni and cheese.

a song going out to all my displaced homies in cali

2007-10-25T03:24:00.000-04:00

Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray 
South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio 

Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television 
North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe 

Rosenberg’s, H-Bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom 
Brando, "The King and I" and "The Catcher in the Rye" 

Eisenhower, Vaccine, England's got a new queen 
Marciano, Liberace, Santayana Goodbye 

We didn't start the fire 
It was always burning 
Since the world's been turning 
We didn't start the fire 
No we didn't light it 
But we tried to fight it 

Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev 
Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc 

Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, Dacron 
Dien Bien Phu Falls, Rock Around the Clock 

Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team 
Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland 

Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Khrushchev 
Princess Grace, Peyton Place, Trouble in the Suez 

We didn't start the fire 
It was always burning 
Since the world's been turning 
We didn't start the fire 
No we didn't light it 
But we tried to fight it 

Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac 
Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, Bridge on the River Kwai 

Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle, California Baseball 
Starkweather Homicide, Children of Thalidomide 

Buddy Holly, Ben Hur, Space Monkey, Mafia 
Hula Hoops, Castro, Edsel is a No-Go 

U-2, Synghman Rhee, Payola and Kennedy 
Chubby Checker, Psycho, Belgians in the Congo 

We didn't start the fire 
It was always burning 
Since the world's been turning 
We didn't start the fire 
No we didn't light it 
But we tried to fight it 

Hemingway, Eichmann, Stranger in a Strange Land 
Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs Invasion 

Lawrence of Arabia, British Beatlemania 
Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston Beats Patterson 

Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British Politician Sex 
JFK, blown away, what else do I have to say? 

We didn't start the fire 
It was always burning 
Since the world's been turning 
We didn't start the fire 
No we didn't light it 
But we tried to fight it 

Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again 
Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, Punk-Rock 

Beggin, Reagan, Palestine, Terror on the airline 
Ayatollah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan 

Wheel of Fortune, Sally Ride, Heavy Metal, Suicide 
Foreign Debts, Homeless Vets, AIDS, Crack, Bernie Goetz 

Hypodermics on the shore, China's under martial law 
Rock and Roller Cola Wars, I can't take it anymore 

We didn't start the fire, 
It was always burnin', 
Since the world's been turnin' 
We didn't start the fire, 
But when we are gone 
Will it still burn on, and on, and on, and on... 

We didn't start the fire 
It was always burning 
Since the world's been turning 
We didn't start the fire 
No we didn't light it 
But we tried to fight it 

We didn't start the fire 
It was always burning 
Since the world's been turning 
We didn't start the fire 
No we didn't light it 
But we tried to fight it 

We didn't start the fire 
It was always burning 
Since the world's been turning 
We didn't...

if you know then you'll know

2007-10-23T02:52:00.000-04:00

bubble wrap
closet
zoo
swingset
empire state building
fire truck
pool table
veranda
garage
apple orchard
undert the bed
tree
basement
central park
xerox machine
beach
pool
darkroom
The Plaza
canvas with paint
kitchen
taxi
soundbooth
FAO Shwartz
Haunted House
roof
limo
record store
mirror
photo booth
bathtub
horse carraige
produce section
rock climbing
twister
piano
shower
laser tag
straight jacket
mountain top
monkey bars
hammock
rollerskating rink
Eiffel Tower
water tower
sofa
bowling alley
greenhouse
wrestling ring
someone else's house
locker room
under the bleachers
elevator
hospital
airplane
sesame street
surfboard
hayloft
boiler room
backseat
dentist chair
canoe
bed of roses
car wash
catwalk
Baldwin
butterfly garden
ironing board
movie theater
aquarium
drive thru
island
room of bubbles
hot air balloon
waterbed
Handy Andy
top bunk
water fountain
camping
roller coaster
answering machine
jail
doghouse
Boy Scout Camp
Old Navy
Victoria's Secret dressing room
mosh pit
grandma's house
walk-in fridge
all 50 states
opera
pumpkin patch
tanning bed
McDonald's Play Place
library
cornfield
pickup truck
breakfast nook
waterfall
pier
mattress warehouse
drive-in
cabin
under Christmas tree
train
rainforest
Disneyland
monorail
ski lift
test drive vehicle
sleeping bag
trolly
Mardi Gras
black light
backyard
trampoline
metro
flowershop
Golden Gate Bridge
Shatford Penthouse
saranwrap
lighthouse
fireplace
rain
parka
zamboni
in a van down by the river
mud pit
weight room
on top of car
boat
bearskin rug
castle
under stars
under car
tractor
Great Wall of China
secretary's desk
Mt. Rushmore
motorcycle
Ferris Wheel
disco ball light
pet store
recliner
Starbucks
rodeo
Grand Canyon
golfcart
recreational vehicle
soundstage
lightning bugs
hunting stand
tattoo chair
shopping cart
linen cart
attic

eh

2007-10-21T00:30:00.000-04:00

it evened out.

happy birthday?

2007-10-20T13:45:00.001-04:00

its my 25th birthday.

so far i would say this is the worst birthday of my life.

there's 12 hours left for everything to be made right. so far things aren't looking up.

dear sarah bee

2007-10-16T07:13:00.000-04:00

have you discovered the television show Kid Nation?

i have, and i have an odd feeling that you would love it. looooooooooove it. i found it on Comcasts's On Demand (its like having all the good stuff pre-dvr'd for you, except its not. its just there, on demand, yay i'm a commercial) and watched the first four episodes. i'm enthralled. especially with the religion episode. at first i hated those horrible intolerant little prigs, and then at the end i loved them. it was all in the approach, apparantly.

A post for Jon Schaller

2007-10-05T02:45:00.000-04:00

Jon, I'm giving you this link because I find it highly reminiscent of certain "how to be a gentleman" books (or whatever they were regarding).

A post for Carl to Reroute his Thoughts

2007-10-05T02:24:00.000-04:00

1. Oh man...I hope everything works out in the gravy-est of ways. I somehow feel that I own some of the blame because back in the day I coined the term "Uncle Carl."

2. OK. this cat i got from you, Dallas......what the heck. she has this yearly personality about-face, I've decided. when i moved from my 1st apt to my 2nd, she went from being schizo/purry to being this little shadow of a cat that was scared of all things human and constantly hid in corners. she'd come out into the light until someone acted like they might think about petting her, and then she ran away. she liked her new friend niner just fine, jezebel she stayed away from (and rightfully so). but people? no. only about twice a month, very late at night, by herself in the bedroom....(hahahaha, this makes me laugh) would she let me pet her. and maybe squeak out a couple minor purrs.

so this past week i moved again to my 3rd apartment. as soon as stuff started going back in boxes dallas started warming up. the more stuff was packed, the happier she got. the more friendly she became. i kind of expected the new optimism to fade away once i got into the new place and started unpacking. no, no it hasn't. dallas is so overjoyed to be back in marion county that it's ridiculous. she's my bcf* again.

cats are weird, man. especially when their biological fathers are carl. er, well.

*best cat forever

did i tell you guys yet?!

2007-10-04T14:06:00.000-04:00

i can't believe i've left this update out for so long!

GUESS WHO USED TO OWN MY NEW CAR!

*drumroll*

NUNS!

Yes, nuns. The Sisters of the Holy Cross, Inc. of St. Mary's in Notre Dame, Indiana used to own my car. How crazy awesome cool is that. You can be assured the very first person I called was Miss Meredith Evans.

So I obtained my car a rosary. I am celebrating its roots and culture.

an update for Mrs. D et al

2007-10-03T02:28:00.000-04:00

well, i did it! i'm all moved out and all moved in, with a few dramatic (at the time) mishaps.

why did i have to move? among other things:

*rent was going up and i lost a roommate, therefore was unable to afford that apartment

*tired of the little things like walking through ankle-deep water between the parking area and my apartment whenever it rained, or baby spider invasions

*wanted to escape the evil police officer who stalks about the neighborhood in his squad car. didn't like that he (and apparantly the office as well) feels it is acceptable to storm into people's living rooms based on unresearched anonymous tips and arrest people's boyfriends and cart them off to jail for the weekend. also didn't like how he stalked us--would pull over anyone he thought might be visiting me and threaten to arrest them for trespassing and command them to leave the premises, or slowly drive around my carport in circles as i parked and got out of the car late at night. i did some research on the internet and discovered he's stalked other residents in the neighborhood. fun times.

anywho, i didn't move too far away -- just deeper into indianapolis than i've ventured thus far. i'm at 65th and keystone. it's about a 15-20 minute drive to work/fishers, depending on traffic and time of day. why move out to 46220? i managed to find a nice two bedroom/1 bathroom apartment for at least $50 less than any one bedroom apartment in hamilton county. holy cow.

well. that's all for now, mainly because my computer setup is rather jank at present...i'm sitting on the floor with the keyboard in my lap and the moniter on some boxes. i haven't managed to get any boys to move my desk to the computer location, yet i did manage to get the comcast guy to setup service almost immediately. i called to inquire about prices at 9:30 p.m. and not only found a great deal (that just got greater as the process proceeded), but was told he was in my neighborhood finishing another installation and would come right over. installation ended up being free when he spotted my old satellite boxes and said i could trade them in. saweet!

food

2007-09-08T19:09:00.000-04:00

i am hungry.

i want some food.

i have two choices: chocolate chip muffins or mac 'n' cheese. i have milk now, so i can do one or the other.

whats a happenin'

2007-09-03T03:43:00.000-04:00

1. i basically have one month to find a new place to live.

2. i also have one month to pack. oh gosh.

3. there's new management at PH...i love the change. it's so refreshing and it makes me work harder and better. i'm excited.

4. i'm still waffling about getting a second job. i applied at the fishers library because they had a circulation position posted on their webpage...i emailed the address it gave, i went there and filled out an application...and i never heard back from them. dorks. so i think i might apply at a bead store. still thinking.

5. stupid jezebel got out and was stuck in a tree again. i didnt even know it until i was leaving with scott and heard some cat meowing somewhere and he was like, "hey, that's jezebel." i thought it was a joke at first. she came right down this time though. and just as i got her some maintenance guy came with an office lady from the neighborhood next door and i think she would've ended up with animal control or the humane society if we hadn't grabbed her just then. i need to buy pet tags!

6. i am addicted to the show weeds. i love it. it's so addicting. i hate everything its about, but i love the show.

7. i also love watching Real Estate Pros. it's a show about a company that flips houses. love it.

8. i sure hope there's a washer and dryer IN my next apartment. i sure hope.

9. i am poor. very, very poor.

10. managers at pizza hut used to always get tickets to the colts games. one or two games each a year. NOT THIS YEAR! now it's only ops managers and up (two levels above me). sucks. not that i care about hockey* but the tickets probably would've ended up being transferable and then scott would've been super happy. he went on the extra tickets that would've been mine last year (i didnt claim any because michael said i couldn't transfer them....turns out i could). sad for him this year.

11. scott's stepdad lou had two strokes in the past two weeks. i think he's doing fine, last i heard he's still in the hospital though. keep him and the family in your prayers!

*just kidding. i'm not THIS stupid. i just pretend.

Loosey Goosey

2007-07-20T03:32:00.000-04:00

Sooooooooooo I was at work tonight and some kid came in asking for help. Apparantly a goose had flown into some power lines, then fallen and was hit by a car, and hobbled off the road onto Pizza Hut property. It was alive but injured. I went ahead and called dispatch and let them know what had happened and they sent an officer out.

The situation amused me. I went out to check on the goose and the emo kids a couple of times. Being emo kids, at least one of them was bawling. They also purchased one single breadstick and tried to feed it to the injured goose. They called their emo friends, who came and also sat outside by the side of the road with their little goose friend. One of the scuzzier looking guys came inside and pawed through our phone book trying to find a phone number that might have something to do with someone who would want to come pick up an injured goose. I told him I'd already called dispatch and an officer was on the way. He said, "Well......instead of calling the police............why don't we try and call..........someone............who................animals?" I let him look for whatever that meant. He didn't find anything.

The officer arrived, along with some guy with a pickup truck and a giant birdcage. He wrangled the bird (which consisted of gently covering it with a blanket and picking it up) and put it in the cage, assuring the emo kids that it was going to a happy place with a big yard and lots of other bird friends to play with (NO JOKE). I thought this sounded strangely like what happens to most people's dogs when they are too young to understand death. I didn't mention this to the tear-stained emo kids, however. The girl who had been crying the hardest looked very happy to hear this news. She then went and scratched the ears of the pit bull sitting in the front of the pickup truck.

Now, don't get me wrong, I did care about the injured bird and was glad to do what I could to help it out, but......

Seriously, crying on the side of the road about a bird that's a little shook up? Buying breadsticks to try and feed a bird who is too shaken to eat? Calling all your friends? Checking the yellow pages for People Who Save Birds Or Something?

Oh, and after it was all over, bird and emo kids and cops gone, someone called the store to tell us there was a goose on the side of the road and to call 902-DUCK to get it taken care of. A little late, but now I know who to call to handle my fowl problems.

Quickies

2007-07-18T23:46:00.000-04:00

1. Um....so I bought a car Saturday, got approved for the loan, signed everything, paperwork paperwork paperwork, drove off in new car, had old car towed to dealership, turned over the title, answered my phone only to discover that my loan was retroactively not approved...? WHATEVER.

2. I think I want to work in a library. That would be...AWESOME. So I'm going to apply for a part-time job at one. Maybe. I hope. giddiness!!!

3. My computer sucks. I LOVE my san diego pictures that meres sent me but i can't upload them on facebook or even the compy. dag, yo.

the name game

2007-07-18T13:57:00.000-04:00

1. YOUR REAL NAME:
Susan

2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (first 3 letters of real name plus izzle).
Suzizzle

3. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (fav color and fav animal).
Green Cat

4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (your middle name and street you live on)
Marie Fallingbrook

5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first two
letters of your first name)
Cresu

6. YOUR SUPERHERO NAME: (Your 2nd favorite color, and favorite drink)
Orange Squirt

7. YOUR IRAQI NAME: (2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last
name, 1st letter of your middle name, 2nd letter of your moms maiden name,
3rd letter of your dad's middle name, 1st letter of a siblings first name,
and last letter of your grandpa's first name.)
Uemelad

8. YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (parents middle names)
Sue Dale

9. YOUR GOTH NAME: (black, and the name of one of your pets)
Black Jezebel

what's that smell?

2007-07-15T00:52:00.000-04:00

oh, that's new car smell!

well, new-to-me car smell!

yessssssss!

it's a 1996 chevy cavalier, kind of a dark tannish color. ONLY 82k miles on it (holy cow! that's half what the pontiac had!) it actually runs.....that's a plus. and the AC works. no cd player (yet).

here's a picture...not MY car, but one that looks just like it (only mine is a sedan, not a coupe).

i already named it valerie. get it? who gets it?

update on my life

2007-07-13T01:14:00.000-04:00

1. i guess i'm not going to marry jon schaller. dag, yo.

2. i found out that me and a waitress at work, jada, have the exact same lives pretty much. the only difference is that she has a happy bubbly personality and i have a cynical, bitter, and jaded personality. which is fun together, because i say mean things and she laughs at them. win-win. i invited her to consider being my next roommate. we'll see what happens. it will involve her temporary dog (she's long-term dog-sitting?) and three cats. it's just a thought, nothing def.

3. i was not approved for the loan, and i don't think there's anything i can monkey around to get them to consider me. i'm talking to my dad again tomorrow to see what's what.

4. i miss being carefree in san diego, because the moment i stepped off that plane my life went haywire.

are you related?

2007-07-08T02:03:00.001-04:00

tonight i rang up a carryout order for a guy who had the last name "burmeister."

he doesn't know if they're related.

R.I.P. Ponticrap

2007-07-08T01:49:00.000-04:00

looking back, my San Diego (Sandy Eggo) vacation is all the more treasured now that i'm home and nothing is going right. let's see, let's see....as soon as i stepped off the plane i found out my car was making crazy insane noises that couldn't have been anything good. i went to work to discover that the menu had changed (as in many new products available, and i know nothing about them, and no one will explain them to me), the entire price chart had changed, around ten new employees had been hired (that's a LOT), everyone was angry and stressed and i'm still not sure why, and a lot of store policies have changed and i'm not sure what they all are because i missed a couple of manager meetings. and then my favorite driver quit. arrrrrrrrg.

after a couple of discussions with my father about cars, finances, and my options, it was decided that i should break up with my ponticrap. saturday morning we headed for 96th and keystone to check out Dealership Row (i made that up just now) and see what they had to offer in the 3k range. pretty much nothing. most everything was owned by tom wood and they didn't impress me...not very knowledgeable about their low-priced cars, what was offered on the internet, and they just seemed in it for the buck. we also tried the honda place, and the guy we talked to was very helpful and honest. basically either way though we have to wait until monday and find out what they've gotten over the weekend in trade-ins. or wait til wednesday for a tent sale.

so then i went to pick up scott from work in my piece o' poo car. i made it there. i made it out of the parking lot. i made it onto shadeland. i made it three buildings past boston market.

and then it died. stupid car.

scott pushed it off the road (with the help of a nice man who stopped traffic to get out and aid us). he then pushed it most of the way to boston market by himself (i started to help at the end, and then someone in the BM parking lot came over and helped the rest of the way while i steered). we left it there and one of scott's friends that lived nearby came to pick us up and give me a ride to work. ironically, he was driving a '96 pontiac grand am, which is exactly what just died on me. we compared stories about car problems and discovered we've had the exact same costly repairs.

so now i have to buy a new car with no money.

moral of the story is don't buy a ponticrap.

San Diego Extravaganza

2007-07-04T02:37:00.000-04:00

i've been trying to blog about san diego, i promise. i wanted to do a day-by-day breakdown of the trip, but unfortunately it's come out very boring and i can't remember what happened the first few days exactly. i simply was not doing myself, my friends, or the trip justice. therefore i've given up and decided to blog you a hodge-podge of loveliness. love it or leave it, my friends.

it was amazing to get to spend a week with my most favorite people from college, especially in sunny san diego, california! it was PERFECT. people i love, beautiful setting, and a great supportive fan base to take care of us (and by "fan base" i'm referring to the pidcoes and the dignals).

*subpoint -- they're our fan base because they read our blogs like it's their job. and they love us. what's not to love? really.

we got to spend a few days with sarah dignal before she ceased to be. it wasn't exactly always quality time -- let's face it, a few days before The Big Day, who can make quality time happen?! NO ONE!!!! i thought sarah did a marvelous job of not freaking out majorly (i expected worse bridezillaness than i saw...much worse. and i've seen worse freaking outage from her, so i know this was pretty tame). sarah, you're awesome. we called you bridezilla in jest, we love you still, and we're not quite over the fact that you called us once a day from your honeymoon. someone's phone would start ringing and they'd look and say "sarah is calling me right now?!?!?!" and we'd all make shocked, scared faces. and then answer the phone hesitatingly. it was fun! but yes, you were marvelous. very hospitable, and still cared about your friends even though your wedding was coming up, you were having flower and hair fiascos, and you hadn't finished packing.

it was also great to get to know adam burmeister better before he carried our little digs off into the sunset...in the words of jon schaller,

jongzoolander: I mean if he tamed Sarah, he's got to be freaking brilliant.

which is true. it must be. sarah was quite a beast. (i mean that in the manthoniest of ways).

we loved spending time with the pidcoes and the dignals. they took care of so many meals for us, they gave us rides, they went sightseeing with us, they got us to the airport to get home...MAN. they were great. i can't wait to go back. if...i ever have money again (which is highly unlikely at this point...another story for another post). mr. and mrs. pidcoe were great temporary parents...i'd kind of like to be adopted. (don't tell my mom or dad, shhhh). shadow (the doggy) was always jumpy and licky because he was excited to see us. anna was so much fun...hanging out with her was a blast because we kept forgetting she was 15 and not 22! ahhhhhhhh! and david was pretty cool too -- i heard a funny story about how meredith and bekah johns took him out to starbucks and called him jonathan the entire evening and he never told them any different. they felt Super Stupid at the end of that, let me tell you.

suzin, on phone with meres:

S:Where are you guys? When are you coming back?!
M:We're on our way back now. We're out with Jonathan.
S:.........who?
M:Jonathan.
S:Jon Schaller? Jon Hugenin? They're both here.
M:No! Jonathan Pidcoe!
S:.................Meredith, there is no Jonathan Pidcoe.
M:Anna's older brother?
S:His name is David. Definately David. Remember the story about him and Sarah's little brother being born around the same time and named after Jonathan and David in the Bible? What's Sarah's brother's name?
M:......................OH CRAP!

yeah, i laughed my pants off. serves her right for having fun without me. tee hee.

we got to do a lot of sightseeing. just driving around, we saw a ton -- different parts of san diego (jamul, bonita, coronado, little italy, seaport village, point loma, the downtown, the gaslight district, etc). jon schaller (and meredith too) learned how to get everywhere in san diego with the freeway system. it's all useless knowledge now, but still something fun to learn. after sarah left for her honeymoon we had free reign of her car (and the city!) without any wedding obligations. we went to coronado beach and sliver strand beach, we shopped for reefs in a surf shop, we ate at various italian and mexican restaraunts, we ate at a diner (complete with big-wigged, attitudey, dancing waitress named "mimi"), we took our pictures in a photo booth, we went to the bar in the top of the san diego hyatt to see the city, we roamed around seaport village (twice), we played in balboa park (twice), some of us got manicures and pedicures (no, actually not jon schaller), we visited a farmer's market in la mesa, and we got to spend an afternoon in tijuana.

we turned a couple of acquaintances into friends -- fellow bridesmaids bekah johns and kristen tropf got to see the suzin-jon-meredith phenomenon in its full-fledged glory and lived to tell the tale. bekah was especially enthralled with us, i could tell. she loves us. she wants to be us. it's true. she did give me one gift i'm taking away and sharing around the world -- the "dear diary." i love it. we (as a group) had a few "dear diary" fights that went something like this:

"dear diary, i hate jon schaller"
"dear diary, i hate suzin creviston more."
"dear diary, jon is stupid."
"dear diary, these people are crazy and if i had the keys to the car i would drive off and leave them here."

(that last line really happened, and it was kristen tropf, and it was the time she totally beat our pants at the dear diary game. she wins! we all laughed!)

and um bekah johns totally needs to come play with me. after she ditched us on the beach (maybe that was why she was pulling her suitcase around coronado, she was trying to lose us permenantly....i didn't really think about it at the time, but now that i do....most people don't go to the beach with a giant parallelogram suitcase), meredith asked me if bekah and i were going to be best friends and i was all "duh, i wish, but she's like two hours away. dear diary, meredith sucks at remembering that ft. wayne is two hours away from fishers."

and then we had huge wonderful fun giggly times! memories, people, memories! there were some scary sarah-is-freaking-out-needs-to-take-a-nap-but-won't-stop-moving-ahhhhhh days (ok, not that bad, but still...it wouldn't be a good idea to be visibly fun in her presence) where as soon as we were in the car we'd go into Rare Form with the "dear diary" business. we had fun reliving our manicure experience...

"you wan flowa on toe? i have is pretty you wan."
"um.....okay?"
::paints flower on toe:: "that be fie dolla mo."

and somehow bekah's $28 base price pedicure/manicure went up to $41 dollars...i certainly hope she takes lots of pictures of them. and never wears shoes ever.

there was one night at the end of the week, where meredith, jon, and i ended up staying up until about 2 a.m. just laughing our faces off over crazy stuff. as we were getting into bed, meredith asked jon to come in and read us a bedtime story off wikipedia.com. that didn't work, because it was boring, and then i told some caryn stories and somehow jon misspoke a couple of times and sent himself straight into a not-actually-drunk-but-you-sure-could-fool-me state of being. the end result was jon being unable to walk or sit up, talking like a little whiny boy, and saying all sorts of crazy things. at first we tried to keep him away from phones, because he really wanted to leave sarah a message. when he found his cell phone and we couldn't stop him we decided to roll with it and let him call bekah johns and jeff timmer as well. i think you just had to be there, because it was definately the funniest hour and a half of my life. and then when jon finally went out to the couch for bed i locked the door because he was scary. SCARY!

we finished off our week with our Tijuana trip (it was a cultural experience for jon and meredith...TJ can be scary if you aren't mentally prepared for it. it was their first excursion to mexico, and my third. TJ is a sleazeball town, and I hope no one judges all of mexico by it). we did end up meeting and talking to a great little old man in TJ who was part of a sort of "better business bureau" who gave us helpful advice and a map of all the "BBB" shops which we made sure to visit. heck, it was so great that meredith ended up buying $45 worth of linens! we all got what we came for (mexican wrestling masks, soccer shirts, blankets, pottery, and linens) and went home tired. that night we divided and conquered -- meredith and jon ran some last minute errands, and i cleaned up the apartment for the burmeisters' return.

there were a few things i simply couldn't blog about for various reasons -- you're welcome, jon, and i'm sorry, sarah, but you're going to have to figure it all out on your own. mua ha ha ha ha.

The End.

The Spider Story: 2007

2007-06-21T03:52:00.001-04:00

so i'm sitting in my living room today with scott and a few of friends, and rich ACTUALLY stops in (*gasp*). while he's there i notice an itty bitty spider hanging from the ceiling and make rich kill it. the end.

no wait, it's not the end. right after rich left, we spotted three more itty bitty hangy downy spideys. killed thems. started to get suspicious. stupidly looked up at the ceiling.

HOLY MOTHER CRAP FRICK FRICK FRICK

something or someone decided it would be a good idea to deposit their eggsack somewhere in my apartment, and it hatched a bajillion thousand million hundred itty bitty hangy downy spiders that were swarming all over the ceiling, coming out of corners and doorframes....uggggh.

i fortunately had to get to work immediately so i ran out the door (screaming), put scott in charge of talking to the office, and left my problems at home. scott said they didn't believe him when he said there were "spiders everywhere." they told him to get rid of cobwebs. he told them it wasn't like that. they still didn't believe him. he had to bring a maintenance guy down and drag him into my apartment and show him the nest of evil. then they believed him.

the exTerminator comes out on friday. until then, the apartment has been Raided and i'm keeping the can by my side...just in case.

has anyone else noticed that once a summer i have a spider fiasco? i don't like this life.

i'm still laughing

2007-06-17T14:51:00.001-04:00

the funniest secret ever:

-----Email Message-----
Sent: Sunday, June 17, 2007 6:55 AM

My dad told me the worst swear word you could possibly say was "Bostonian". It meant "someone who has no private parts." My brother and I used the word until we were teenagers and my father giggled every time we said it, right before he sent us to our rooms.

it's almost here

2007-06-02T15:07:00.000-04:00

it's almost san diego time! dignal is gonna become burmeister! ahhhhhhhhhhhh!

amendment

2007-05-04T03:56:00.000-04:00

i'm just kidding, i love boys. the good ones, at least.

especially when a car full of them pulls up ready to destroy one bad one. even if they're five minutes too late.

he sure was lucky.

i love scott.

boys

2007-04-30T17:54:00.000-04:00

I HATE BOYS.

also

2007-04-27T00:42:00.000-04:00

i love the labels. labels, labels, labels.

oh and

2007-04-27T00:12:00.000-04:00

i've been reading "the phantom of the opera" the past couple of days...mostly at night, right before turning off my lamp and going to sleep.

i'm not going to lie to you......reading that book by myself in the dark gives me the hibbly jibblies.

What Happened: A Cat Story for Carl

2007-04-26T22:45:00.000-04:00

Dallas. A cat.

I brought her home, a wee little ball of baby fuzz. She was cute, with sad eyes. Jezebel hated her, and immediately stopped being in heat because she was too concerned with the newcomer to think about her libido. (Goal achieved) Jezebel didn't even talk to me for two days. She got over it -- mostly.

i'm tired of capitalizing. onward, ho!

dallas went from fuzzball to chubsy in six months. jezebel being a skinny witch doesn't help my perspective i'm sure, but dallas seemed big for a six-month old. she didn't really grow much more between six and twelve months, however. her fur went from feeling like fuzz to feeling like rabbit fur. i love it. it's so soft and silky. she could so be my favorite cat.

personality-wise, dallas started out uber-spastic. well, on a scale of lap-kitty to barks and farts audibly, dallas ranked rather high as far as cat weirdness went. (and yes, i've had a cat that barked and farted audibly. great times.) she would be normal and purry and then all of the sudden spazz out and run into walls at top speed. among other things.

then i moved to a new apartment. dallas's personality started to change at that point, but not too noticeably. within a month of moving we obtained a new kitten, niner (she's a demanding little calico brat). while dallas and niner are mostly friends and play together frequently (occasionally dallas bathes niner's face til niner swats her), dallas i think harbors some resentment towards not being the youngest anymore. she won't let you touch her often anymore, and definately not in front of other humans. i miss cuddling with her. stupid cat. now she's a scaredy cat.

she went into heat a few months ago. she doesn't really ever meow, though. she just kind of squeaks a lot. sometimes it's cute. she's gettin fixed and declawed in about a month, though! all three at once!

now for some picturators.

top to bottom:

1. Dallas: The First Day, Holland Memorial Park in Fishers, IN

2. Dallas: Actually bigger than a playstation2 controller

3. Dallas: Up Close and Personal (aka "Beauty Shot")

4. Dallas: Niner and Dallas, Caught in the Act by Paparazzi (ha, that's what their faces look like anyways. and why does dallas look so golly jolly?)

5. Dallas: Present Day

VT

2007-04-16T18:52:00.000-04:00

i love you virginia tech.

heck yes

2007-04-13T13:26:00.000-04:00

a couple of days ago i put on my earrings that scott gave me for christmas (diamonds, yes). one of them had a defective back, but i found one from another pair that would work fine with them. i hadn't worn them very much due to that just so that they wouldn't fall out of my ears.

then i went shopping with my pal tara.

when i got home i discovered that one of the earrings was missing (NOOOOOOOOO). and it was the good one. dang it.

i told scott, and i felt really bad about it. he's been making me feel bad over it the past few days.

but then today, what does he do? he shows up with a brand new pair of diamond earrings for me!

he's such a keeper.

an update as caryn sees it (through AIM)

2007-03-21T03:00:00.000-04:00

eyes on europe: caryn if it makes you feel any better, i'm not engaged

Auto response from xifimustfallx: why is everyone getting engaged

Auto response from eyes on europe: dear jon:

fine. i'll go buy it myself.

eyes on europe: when the hell are you going to visit me
eyes on europe: we could go to the MALL
eyes on europe: i'll let you play with my CATS
eyes on europe: omigod, i gave them all baths the other day and one of my coworkers who is friends with scott came over right after
eyes on europe: he thought they were just really sick and gross, and asked me a few days later what happened to the sick gross cats
eyes on europe: they were just wet, is all
eyes on europe: i'm going to san diego in june i bought plane tickets
eyes on europe: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand youre gay

im excited

2007-03-13T23:07:00.000-04:00

jon and i just synchronized our internets and bought plane tickets for san diego this summer.

dignalmeister, here we come!

i'm really excited. i can't wait to see sarah, have a vacay, california, blah blah blah but also i don't have to fly alone! yaaaaaaaaaay!

kickin it old school?

2007-03-12T11:50:00.000-04:00

today was a pretty socially eventful day, as far as Friends From College go.

it all started off with a seven second phone call from matt arnold. he's listed in my cell as MMA? and boy was i shocked to see that pop up on my phone. i'm not sure what all he said, but i know it finished with "icalledtowishyouahappymonday!" before he hung up.

this evening i got to chat with meredith online, which almost never happens. i get the feeling vermont isn't technologically inclined, and the internet is hard to come by. something like that. i miss mereziditch (i made that up today).

while i was talking to MME, sarah dignal called! we got to talk for awhile, catch each other up on stuff and whatnots. we all miss each other. june cannot come fast enough. we also discovered we're both much mellower, probably because we fed off each other's giddiness which resulted in four years of massive unmellowness....i think my favorite line from the convo was about how she knows who her real friends are because they'd leave in her cornfields at 2 a.m. and speed off.

i miss err'body.

ps. this warm weather makes me want to go clothes shopping super bad.

what?

2007-03-09T01:27:00.000-05:00

i went mallwalking this morning for the first time in my life.

i also went book shopping.

and i bought an imogen heap cd. i already knew i was in love, but this solidifies it.

and i ate bourbon chicken for lunch.

and i bought rich and scotty little stuffed replicas of their mom's dog, star, in a candy store.

i want to go to build-a-bear.

i will probably finish kurt vonnegut's "galapagos" sometime early this morning or tomorrow afternoon. and i am liking it.

oh, and there's a playstation 3 in my house now. they threatened to sell the gamecube off to buy a couple of ps3 games but i raised cain about it, so it isnt happening. be content with your madden, fools.

a weird habit and a new passion

2007-03-02T07:03:00.000-05:00

i've gotten into this weird habit of getting up at a quasi-normal hour (i.e. 10 or 11 a.m.), going through the day, and then taking a 4 or 5 hour nap starting around 5 or 6 p.m. and then i'm up for a few more hours of activity.

i think part of it is my work hours have slightly adjusted due to the new person doing the schedule...i have more morning hours now. i'm not used to it yet.

yeah.

anywho, scott went crazy when the playstation 2 died and bought a nintendo gamecube off his friend for $30. i've never been tempted to learn anything on the playstation. but the gamecube is a different story....i grew up on the super nintendo, after which i developed a taste for the old school nintendo and learned to enjoy the nintendo 64 while babysitting the kid across the street....so the gamecube is right up my alley. i'm addicted to mario party 7, and i just spent around 4 hours playing paper mario: the 10-thousand year door.

too...much....time....on...my....hands.

but its time that can't be spent doing much else, because it's time that doesn't match up with normal people's lives....alas. i'm doomed.

fated to a life of insomnia.

niner licked herself a bald spot on the inside of one of her back legs. my mom's 20 pound cat, jake, did the same thing on half of his stomach. cats are wiggatory.

a fun thing to do: enter one of your friend's cell phone numbers as "booty call" instead of their name. this one's for you, tara robb.

another one

2007-02-08T16:25:00.000-05:00

another flat tire!

and the crowd goes wiiiiiiiiiiiild!

super bowel movement

2007-02-06T02:54:00.000-05:00

the colts won.

oooooooooooooooooh myyyyyyyyyyyyy god.

oh my car

2007-01-22T16:45:00.000-05:00

okay, so the brakes were already on the way to the graveyard.

and it needed an oil changed desperately.

and then one day i woke up and went out to go to work and the front left tire was completely flat.

ta da! scott turned into super boyfriend and took it and paid for an oil change and a new tire on saturday. the guy at car x told him he'd give it a couple more days before the brakes went out.

so we took it today to get new brake pads, thinking that was all the problem.

WRONG! zing.

a bunch of mechanic words later, i find it's costing around $450 to get my brakes in happy working order. yesssssssssssssssssss.

i love cars.

a story about my cats that you wanted to hear

2007-01-14T19:45:00.000-05:00

imagine a world....a world where you're petting jezebel (the oldest of the three cats) and niner, who is going through a jealous/possessive phase (she's the youngest and is trying to become Queen Bee) gets T.O.'d and b. slaps jezebel in the face because you touch her. since it's not okay to b. slap your friends in the face, you spank niner for being bad. niner growls. niner runs into your bedroom and starts making "digging to poop" noises. you run after her. sho'nuf, she be diggin to poop. you yell "NO! BAD KITTY!" and pick her up.

here's where things start to go a little farther south.

you're holding niner in your hand in the air. POOP FALLS OUT OF HER. ONTO YOUR BEDROOM FLOOR.

"NO! NO! BAD BAD BAD CAT!"

poop.

you take a step in the direction of the litterbox.

poop.

you're yelling.

poop.

closer to litterbox.

poop, poop.

poop.

chuck at litterbox, try to shove inside

MROOOWOOWOWOWOWWWWWW poop on top of litterbox but not inside.

niner is resisting.

that's what you get for touching jezebel. mid-air pooping! fifteen yard penalty! automatic first down!

wtf?

2006-12-31T03:31:00.000-05:00

i feel so out of american coz the can go and hang saddam huessein and i don't even get a blip on my radar? gorsh.

i feel like i missed christmas or something.

*note: this post was written last night under the effects of ambien.

i don't know what was going on, or what any of it means. sorry.

paranoid android

2006-12-28T09:52:00.000-05:00

this wasn't staged, in case you were wondering.

it's just what happens when jezebel gets overstimulated by the laser pointer. she also did this when we first moved in. it's kind of scary to walk through a doorway and have the ceiling "MROW" at you in jezebel's pugnacious tone.

meeeewwwwrrrrrroooowwwwewwww

2006-12-28T06:59:00.000-05:00

NINER.

NINER AMPERSAND DALLAS.

KITTIES.

someday you will find me caught beneath the landslide

2006-12-06T03:11:00.000-05:00

>where were you while we were getting high?

no, i've never been high. i'm just listening to oasis. ah, the good ol' days.

scott likes his new job. he said it's "chill." i assume that's good. when you describe objects, situations, and people with temperatures it's usually a good thing. she's "hot." this is a "cool" band. yes, it works.

amy m. (PH manager who does schedule) had said a few months back that she would try and schedule us managers so that we'll each get a weekend off, rotated. well, everyone else got theirs (and then some for some people *cough*), and now being the lowest on the totem pole, i finally get mine! so i'm off this saturday and sunday (UNHEARD OF). rumor has it i'm traveling up to marion on saturday for a playdate with j.schall.

he loves it when you call him that.

in other news, it's almost christmas and i'm basically done with shopping save a few stocking tids and bits for scott and rich, and then a present for lou (scott's stepdad) and david (scott's lil bro). adn i think we still have rich to shop for, i'll have to check. but yeah. peeps should be happy. meres, your jizzunk i had shipped straight to ya's. or should i say, mzizzle evanspants. how you like that. twentytwoandahalf.

and then the twentieth of this month scott and i will have been together for a WHOLE FREAKING YEAR. i got him a good present, because he always gets me good stuff.

you know the rural legend (are there such things? there's urban legends, so i assume there's rural legends) that you can smell snow before it comes? it's so freaking true, and i can do it.

like, the other day, scott was all "it's going to snow. it's cold" and i was all "sniff. no it's not. i can't smell any snow." and it didn't snow. and then the next day as soon as i walked outside i said to him "OH it's going to snow now. i definately smell it today." and then that night it snowed.

i'm so amazing at stupid stuff, like smelling snow or making pizza. ah, life.

i'm going to go play the freaking sims now.

stop thinking and go to sleep

2006-12-04T07:36:00.000-05:00

i want to paint so badly right now. and only in green.

you seem so out of context. [but then] you're just a line in a song.

wellllllllllllllll i just spent a whole hour or so beefing up my myspace page, and i'm quite enthused with it. so enthused that i'll probably be utilising the heck out of that playlist.

God bless you, Internet.

DEAR EVERYONE IN THE UNITED STATES

2006-11-30T04:52:00.000-05:00

no more pizza.

we're fresh out of that. sorry.

ha! kidding!

finally!

2006-11-29T06:55:00.000-05:00

i'm going to be a bridesmaid!

yes!

scott got a new job at boston market (which is located next door to pizza hut). i'm considering getting a second job there if they're hiring part-timers for the morning. and then i could get my insurance through them instead of pizza hut which would rule because i'd get dental and vision along with medical. pizza hut just offers medical, and that's wiggity wack. honestly.

oh, and if you need a job, pizza hut is DEFINATELY hiring. it could just be a night gig, or a some nights gig. we're flex. and we want YOU. servers, drivers, but mostly kitchen people.

hello?

2006-11-22T03:46:00.000-05:00

does anyone even notice anything anymore? no?

everybody sucks. everything sucks.

i get it now

2006-11-16T03:09:00.000-05:00

ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh.

The Daily Dignal

2006-11-16T02:17:00.000-05:00

as dignal's official blogger, i figured i'd let everyone out there know what she did today.

1. ate kitty poo.

2. exclaimed "that's not chocolate!"

3. shaved the offending cat

4. talked to jon schaller at some point, obviously

5. beat down some kids in the name of education

6. made something for dinner with all the food groups and then took a picture of it

7. threatened me

some people don't know

2006-10-27T02:28:00.000-04:00

some people don't know that i'm usin' the internet to spy on them.

tee hee hee.

newsflash!

an update

2006-10-20T01:56:00.000-04:00

i'm old.

you know what

2006-10-11T05:44:00.000-04:00

i check my own blog just in case it got updated and i didnt know it.

oddly enough, that hasn't happened yet.

the good news is the two dressers i bought online from walmart.com arrived. the mediocre news is that as soon as scotty or rich puts them together for me, i can finally finish unpacking, and that will be amazing. the bad news is that my cats left me for rich, because of his animal magnetism. *snicker* that was funny to me.

i'm liking jhumpa lahiri. yep yep yep.

i got kind of excited today because rich asked if i had any books he might like. inside, i jumped up and down and screamed "yay for literature!" but i think it might just be a false alarm, i have a feeling he's the harry-potter-and-davinci-code kind of reader. you know, the "saw the movie is the book any good?" kind of guy.

i love how one day i'm told "since we actually both have the night off for once, let's go out to dinner and then to a movie" and then when the night in question comes around, it usually ends up being "i'm going to run out for taco bell, what do you want, and then you're going to watch me play madden 07." some guys just know the way to a girl's heart. some guys just assume girls are boys with boobs.

******IMPORTANT BULLETIN*********

My birthday is the 20th of this month. just so's you knows.

god's honest truth

2006-10-07T01:04:00.000-04:00

carlos mencia...

IS NOT FUNNY.

and frickin comedy central, besides needing to stop selling ad time to ggw, needs to stop scheduling blocks for chappelle's show (yes, funny) and playing mind of mencia instead (not funny).

thoughts on poetry

2006-10-04T06:18:00.000-04:00

reading e.e. cummings is like having an itch you can't scratch.

in a good way, i think.

alright, kids

2006-09-22T03:19:00.000-04:00

it's moving day. it's 3:13 a.m. on moving day. there's a big ol' pile of boxes in the living room/dining room arena, and just some random junkizzle left over for me to jam in the last few boxes. i'll be up by niner tomorrow to go sign the lease and get in the place, while the boys toss all the junk in the back of a moving van and bring it on over.

and then after lunch meres will show up! it's two christmases in ONE! FREAK OUT AND DIE!

i hope i can find the cats in the morning. sure, all my stuff is consolidated into boxes, but the boxes are piled all together and it's the best thing that's ever happened to them, playground-wise.

i wonder if they even know what's going down.

just so you know...

2006-09-09T17:22:00.000-04:00

well, work has been keeping me busy. i've been a manager since june now. it's aight. we have a new district supervisor, steve. he's insanely nice, i like him already. he's spent time in our store past two saturdays.

we've had some new hires recently. a couple of them seem to be pretty nice, they fit in the "family" quite well. but then there's those of them that come in and try to take over your world...not so nice. *sigh* work, you know.

i'm moving in two weeks. two weeks! i need to get a headstart on my packing. i've been pretty laid-back about it up to this point.

i wonder how the cats will take the transition. hmmmmm.

AND.....CHRISTY GETS MARRIED IN ONE WEEK! holy canoli! i'm excited for the reunion it will bring. and of course, it being christy's wedding and all. ahhhh! ahhhh!

and it's in marion! i get to go see brookhaven again!

well, i should get ready to head over to scott's house. dinner.

end transmission. (how nerdy was that?)

Why I Don't Waste Money on Cat Toys

2006-09-08T23:52:00.000-04:00

1. Drinking straws
2. Straw wrappers
3. Q-tips
4. Credit card applications
5. plastic bags!
6. empty cups
7. other cats
8. my feet
9. anything dangling in the closet
10. the computer screen

..all of which are infinitely more interesting and captivating than anything i could be paying for.

a countdown!

2006-08-26T03:15:00.000-04:00

Get your own countdown at BlingyBlob.com

whoa, this is the 701st post EVER

2006-08-21T02:51:00.000-04:00

so i think the girl who lives upstairs only plays with her dog between the hours of 2 and 3 a.m. every day.

i base this assumption on the fact that i only hear the pitter patter of pug feet tearing through the 3rd floor apartment at that time.

that's sad because i play with my cats, like....never. HA! you don't need to maintain a cat! i win! BOOYAHGRANDMA.

toothpastefordinner survey

2006-08-21T02:47:00.000-04:00

~All About Me~

What I'm eating for breakfast: probably pizza
How come: i have to work at pizza hut from nine a.m. to two p.m.
Favorite kind of rash: heat rash
Probably going to have to: start putting stuff in boxes soon, or just keep procrastinating
Why not: eh, i could be doing something else, like....um....sleeping. upkeeping my personal hygiene. or. um. washing a....cat.
Would I get: out of the computer chair merely for the feeling of productivity?

Plans for today: work. food. pack. play.

life's okay again!

2006-08-17T23:48:00.000-04:00

i have a boy again! i fed it pizza and taco bell! i don't think it will run away again anytime soon! it's playing video games right now! in my room!

i also gave it birthday presents!

i'm so happy!

2006-08-15T06:16:00.000-04:00

if nothing else, i have sleeping pills.

for now.

i'm sure they could turn against me, though.

2006-08-15T00:33:00.000-04:00

i

hate

this

can't

do

it

things i did today

2006-08-06T01:33:00.000-04:00

1. worked from 6 pm to 1 am

2. talked to scott on the phone multiple times

3. ate lunch

4. swept, mopped, and vaccuumed the apartment

5. took out the trash -- took 3 trips

6. crocheted

7. watched tv (extreme makeover, what not to wear, and trading spaces

8. played the sims 2

9. stopped by scott's parent's house to visit for a half hour

10. made fun of david (scott's little brother)

11. found my missing keys (actually amy mccormack did)

12. gave a bag of old clothes/purses/belts to amy m.'s daughters (with my missing keys in it)

13. gossiped

14. cleaned out jezebel's dirty ear

15. got yelled at on the phone by a high school kid's mother because he's scheduled to work on saturday and sunday (now that's completely out of line because first of all, the ONLY manager that has ANYthing to do with the schedule is amy m. and he KNOWS that, and secondly, he needs to ask off for days he can't work and he never does that)

16. took medicine

17. played with dallas

18. talked to jezebel

let the sun shine in

2006-08-04T11:25:00.000-04:00

i think i'm traveling to the outer reaches of the land of Ohio next wednesday, august ninth, for to see the musical Hair with Wumates Jon Schaller and Meredith Evans. and i think my little brother might come too, because i asked if he was interested. i don't like driving long distances by myself, especially since i'm so directionally challenged.

i'm looking forward to seeing my friends.

i'm also looking forward to being majorly distracted from the current descotted situation.

a dear jon letter

2006-08-02T20:39:00.000-04:00

dear jon,

i would come to pennsylvania for a spontaneous visit, but....

it's like a thousand degrees outside and my car has no AC.

yeah right. yeah. right.

-suzin.

Executive Decision

2006-08-02T20:37:00.000-04:00

i made an Executive Decision regarding scotty's two-week absence:

for two whole weeks i will only listen to modest mouse and matisyahu.

no rap.

update: he's called a few times. he got there safely, is having fun with his friend(s), and played a lot of video games today.

i'm watching project runway because it's friggin awesome. tonight's new episode should be a doozy.

distance makes the heart grow fonder

2006-08-02T01:30:00.000-04:00

scotty left me for vegas. he's suprising an old friend on his birthday with a visit. he gets back on the 17th around 10 am.

i'm so alonely.

he should've arrived an hour ago; he was supposed to call. he called me from the airport during his hour layover in milwaukee and we talked the whole time. but i dont know if he got to vegas safely yet.

i'm going to be super bored, i bet. i'm probably going to clean a lot, but around the messes he left behind. that way i feel like he's just around the corner or whatever. i'm definately going to clean out my car. hopefully i find my keys.

i miss him. oodles. i'm going to have to take sleeping pills every night to sleep. gosh. gosh gosh gosh.

i miss him.

2006-07-28T03:22:00.000-04:00

"Your mother," Suzin replied saucily.