Sunday, March 06, 2011


Oh yeah, I have a blog! It wasn't until my dad mentioned I hadn't updated in awhile (or years) that I remembered this thing was still live. Hell, I had to even look up which email address was tied to this thing. Omazing.

There have been mild shifts in what my life looks like compared to last time I was here. I graduated in May and am now working as a graphic designer at a publishing company. Gettin' paid. I've been there around 6 months and aside from some little hiccups, it's been great. Did I mention I was getting paid? Being one of the chosen few to graduate during this new-hire loving economy, I consider being paid awesome!

Dangit, shiny things! I just realized the Daniel Tosh special has started and that takes precedent over me trying to sort out the last two years.

So hello again!

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Put on a happy face

Saturday the sibs, my parents, and myself decided to hack up some pumpkins. Well, I just hovered around and took pictures since I was once again down with the plague. It was a welcome break in an otherwise hectic few weeks. It's been midterm and there are projects up the wazoo. I also decided that money is nice so I picked up a second job doing some office work with mom early in the morning. It's amazing that I still manage to function on 5 hours of sleep. I have noticed that I'm a little more spacey than normal. I think I'm beginning to understand ADD. And narcolepsy.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Quite the Celebration

I went to the wedding yesterday and it was as I thought. Stretches of awkward broken up by bits of godawful. Surprisingly, it was the people I used to be the closest to that were the hardest to be around. Noodles was busy being the bride. Chipmunk was a busy bridesmaid but still fit it into her schedule to be mean. I'd like to think it was because she had been drinking for 6 hours but my feelings were still hurt. I ran into a table of old friends and I swear that every single one of them were pregnant or had just had a kid within the last 3 months. I was shocked. They went around telling me what they had been up to and when they got to me, I had to tell them I was back in school. And single. And still living in the college town. Most of them looked at me with pity. I wanted to scream at how they all looked at me. I wanted to tell them how much effort it took for me to not look at them like that. I found few friendly faces in that table. My friend Holly, who although pregnant as well, was so sweet and supportive. The other was surprisingly an old friend's husband. I got the impression that he was a little overwhelmed at the table of moms and was just happy to have someone to drink with and not talk about diaper genies or swollen ankles.
I only stayed for a couple hours. I've always been touch and go about weddings, even before I got divorced. I usually don't mind the turns my life has taken or the lessons I've learned but these people I once considered my friends have a way of turning that upside down. They look at me in a way and say things that make me feel so little. I haven't really spent any time with them in the past few years and I can see now why. If a few hours can make me feel so miserable, I wonder what I would have been like if I'd have kept in touch. For all I know, I could still be in an empty marriage. Or could be pregnant. Just to avoid those looks. I'll keep my chaos over that hell.
Congratulations, Noodles...

Saturday, October 11, 2008


Seeing as Modo thinks I've fired everyone, I should probably update.

If you don't have anything nice to say...
I've felt like the only thing I want to write about have been rants and I'm tired of being a downer all the time. I don't want to change the name of my blog to Anger Management. I'm just sick of the usual suspects: poor customer service, rude people, instructors with no grasp on reality, and my roommate. There are a plethora of posts buried there but I'm trying to let go. I've got enough stress in my life right now.

An unintentional high school reunion...
I have to go to a wedding today that is going to be uncomfortable. It is a friend I've had since 2nd grade but we've drifted apart over the last decade and now the only time she calls me is when she wants something. She's also the type that stays friends with everyone so she's invited everyone we ever knew. I wasn't the popular kid in high school and neither was she. I'm not sure why she feels obligated to invite these people but I really had no intention of ever seeing them again. I wasn't going to go until Chipmunk told me I really should. I expect an onslaught of high school related nightmares for the next 6 months.

I'll just wear a sign...
Kinda tied into the whole wedding thing is strangers keep asking me if I'm single or not. Strangers and people I haven't seen in awhile. Why is it no one thinks it odd if a guy is single but if a woman is, it's some sort of tragedy. I'm probably being over sensitive but I'm just tired of it.

Tis the season...
I got a little gyped on my summer but I'm actually happy that it's turning Fall. I like the fall clothes, the fall food, and the fall colors. I'm naturally an autumn. Part of me even kinda likes the rainy cold days where the wet leaves stick to everything and you have to huddle inside your coat against the damp wind. The wind feels nice in my ears. I only hope that since summer was short that we'll have a longer autumn before winter sets in. Winter does not feel nice in my ears.

Surprisingly optimistic...
I watch the news every morning and for the last few weeks its been all gloom and doom about the economy. I'm totally being a Pollyanna but I think everything is going to be fine. If anything, it's making me reevaluate my spending habits and makes me want to be a more responsible spender. It probably helps curb any burgeoning alcoholism because all that beer isn't responsible spending. Yay economy!

So there you have it, Modo. I'm still alive. Still stressed out. Still trying to stay positive. For now.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Doesn't play well with others

What is it about living with someone that makes your life either fantastic or terrible? I've had three roommates in my life that I wasn't related to.

Roommate #1 said I was a terrible slob. She complained I never liked to hang out. She once locked me out of the apartment when I was sick so she could have sex with her boyfriend. She left me a note saying she couldn't take college, she had moved back to her home state, and sorry about the remaining 6 months of rent.

Roommate #2 didn't think I was a slob but wanted to know why I never cleaned his bathroom. He kept miscellaneous bike parts lying around. He had cold feet that he liked to warm against the backs of my legs and would wake me up in the process. I divorced him.

Roommate #3 is making me absolutely sure I have to live by myself. I've decided I'm just difficult to have as a roommate. I have standards of cleanliness, privacy, and a suitable working environment. Much like the quest for a best friend, I have long thought that a perfect roommate is something of the same mythical pursuit. Being able to live in perfect harmony with someone is just not something I'm capable of. So to roommate #3, congratulations. You have officially pushed me over the edge. I'll resist the urge to move those dogpoop bags you pile up by the door onto your pillow. For a few more weeks anyways.

Friday, September 05, 2008

Hearing and reading impaired

The sound went out on my tv a couple days ago (a flat screen I bought around christmas, now I'm pissed, but that's another post). To just get by, seeing as all my technical knowledge has been exhausted, I've just been watching the closed captioning. This would be just fine except I've decided that whoever is typing these things needs to work on some things. The easy one would be spelling.  I've spent the majority of the time trying to figure out what the hell they're trying to say. It's bad enough trying to read the text and follow the images at the same time. Add on to that the next complaint. Sometimes they don't even attempt to get the word right. This morning, I was watching the news and they were talking about the McCain speech. The line "letowpa hee nom" came up and the captioning just froze. Makes me think that the typist started sneezing and just didn't get around to finishing the captioning. That was the worst offense but there are constantly random words just thrown into the text 
Now maybe this isn't that bad. Maybe I just don't know enough about the closed captioning system. But damn. If I were someone who had to rely on these things for information, I would be filing some complaints.

Letowpa hee nom

Thursday, August 28, 2008


It's Thursday and I'm tired. So there.

A. Attached or Single? Single. Doesn't "attached" sound like it involves leeches? Just a thought.

B. Best Friend? For the longest time I didn't have one outside my family (is that sad? Eh, it never bothered me too much) but I think I've finally got one. She's a hoot and doesn't mind that I'm a little odd.

C. Cake or pie? Oh man, that's like choosing between pets. I'm gonna say pie but yellow cake with chocolate frosting is a mega-close second.

D. Day of choice? Sunday. It's the one day where I try to do nothing.

E. Essential item? Chapstick. I have probably 15 of them scattered around.

F. Favorite color? Red. Dark, deep, blood red.

G. Gummy bears or worms? Worms. Especially the red/orange combination.

H. Hometown? BFE, Iowa.

I. Favorite indulgence? Sushi.

J. January or July? July. Me loves the heat and humidity. And my birthday, just a little.

K. Kids? Now? Hell no. In the future? If god is a comedian.

L. Life isn’t complete without? A sense of humor.

M. Marriage date? Uh, had one in 2005 but it's a few years past its expiration.

N. Number of brothers and sisters? An older sister, older brother, and younger brother. And their respective spouses. They all rock.

O. Oranges or Apples? Apples. Oranges have a gross texture. Like little fish eyeballs popping in your mouth.

P. Phobias? Public speaking and heights. And burning alive.

Q. Quotes? They look like this: ""

R. Reasons to smile? There are way too many.

S. Season of choice? Summer. Fall comes in second.

T. Tag 5 people: I don't think 5 people even stop by here...

U. Unknown fact about me? I have this weird thing where if I make a sandwich, I have to take a bite out of it before I put the ingredients back. So if you ask me to make you a sandwich, consider yourself warned.

V. Vegetable? Cucumbers. with ranch? as pickles? delish.

W. Worst habit? Being suspicious of everyone.

X. X-ray or Ultrasound? I had an ultrasound of my heart a few years ago and it sticks with me as one of the most awesome things ever. I could see it BEATING! (Proof for you skeptics who didn't think I had one)

Y. Your favorite food? Chicken Poblano Rojas or Mexitalian spaghetti. Nom nom nom.

Z. Zodiac sign? Cancer. Because every teenage girl loves their symbol to be a crab. Bastards.