Highly Offensive

Ballsy. Did you know that according the the dictionary on Microsoft Word that word is considered highly offensive?

I didn't. I wanted to make sure I was spelling in correct since it is being used in a paper I have to do for a class (I know, I know. Using ballsy in a paper what type of class can that be, right? Only the coolest class ever! Well. Maybe not but the professor is by far my favorite. This is my third class with her) and there is no synonym for ballsy so I looked it up. "Ballsy: highly offensive term meaning unusually tough, courageous or determined." Ok to the last part but highly offensive? Really? I mean sure it might not be a word to use in mixed company but highly offensive? I''ll let offensive slide but that is even pushing it.

It is quite the paper I'm writing too. It's one of those were you just sorta say what you think on a topic and can pretty much ramble on and on, kind of like 90 percent of my blogs, and yeah. I also talked about hippies and how even within the hippie community there had got to have been some posers.

Also, is walking against the crowd a saying? I ended up going with going against the grain. I just couldn't hit the against the crowd one on the head. I think I will attribute it to being the first day back from spring break and me being uber productive for such a day. Yeah that's right. I didn't have a total slack-ass day. No sir/ma'am. I did good.

On that note...look at some pictures from AZ!

(lonely mother staring out of her window staring at her son she just can't touch! ...I'm waiting for my pictures to load.. the best way he knows how, another body laying cold in the gutter. Listen to me, Don't go chasing waterfalls. Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to...Ahhh this is taking to long... I know that your gonna have it your way or nothing at all but I think you're moving too fast. ..Come on. I seen a rainbow yesterday and...I don't know the rap part. Oh Left Eye! Didn't one of them burn down their boyfriends house? T-Boz? I think that you did! You pyro. or that would probably be arson. Ouch. Carmex burns! Shit. the song is over and they are still loading. This internet connection sucks more then a prostitute being paid double...A scrub is a guy who thinks he's fly and also known as a buster! No I don't want no...OH! They loaded!)

The mountains from the G-units during sunset.

Another view. Looking the other way.
Braunie being beautiful... :)well, naturally. and why it is underlined hell if I know. I don't understand blogger...


Manny pitching
A photoshoped picture of Manny Parra


And that is it. I might post more later but per usual, I seem to be the village idiot when it comes to posting pictures.

Chow mein!

Phoenix Fun

Hey hos and bros, what's happening?

Welp guess what? I'm back from Phoenix! Yeah. Anybody who is anyone already knew that, but uh, yeah.

So I did make notes about the trip to blog about and I'm undecided on how to do it. One giant blog or individual blogs? Break it down or keep it all together.

I think...I think that I'll do a hybrid. Break it down within this blog! Yay! So, uh, there's that deep and pressing issue.

So anyway, we left last Thursday and our flights went just peachy keen. Of our four flights total, the best one was from Mad to Dallas cuz the crew was the best. There was the pilot who kept saying "Ducky" as in everything is just ducky. The flight attendant with the strong latino accent. It was amusing to listen to him talk.

We got to Phoenix and got the pimp treatment. And by pimp treatment I mean we got picked up in a town car. Yah. That's how we roll. Pops and abag did the math and decided it was damn near the same cost to take a shuttle or a town car to the g-units. The only downside to it was that the guy wasn't wearing his hat.

Sidebar: Here's what I think. After a flight attendant retires or just gives up the flying life, I think they would make great product sales people on QVC once they hang up their...wings? Think about it, they are great at demonstrating things with their hands. So they could channel their powers of pointing to emergency exits into pointing at crappy, creepy figures of children in bonnets.

Anyway. We didn't do much of anything that night. Friday we went to the swap meet in Mesa, also known as the flea market. I got one of those new clippy wallet things that everyone has and a license plate frame of the brewers. Downside to it: it covers my regerstration ticket. So I'm probably going to have to look like a dork and put it on the front one.

Saturday. Oh sweet, sweet Saturday. It was supposed to be an amazing day. We planned on going to the Brewers game. Angels v. Milwaukee at Tempe Diablo Stadium, oh I was so excited. Only it didn't happen. Nope. We drove all the way to Tempe...which was like 30 minutes away, only to find out the game was sold out. Well, for the most part. See, we could have scalped some tickets, we could have sat in the grass but no. The grandparents didn't want to sit in the sun. So that was out and I was kinda mad. So here is what I wrote in my handy dandy notebook that day.
Dissapointment. That's all I fell. It feels like I've been stood up for a date, that I sat in a resturant for an hour hopeing and waiting only to have the matre'd tell me that they need the table. It is like eating a box of xereal for the pize and never finding it. It sucks, it hurts but most of all it is frusterating. I wanted nothing more then to sit in the bleachers or on the grass and take in an afternoon of baseball. Instead I got a headache and heartache. But to be honest I'm not that suprised. I knew that something like this would probably happen, that all the demands would hamper mine, the most simple one: to see a game. I am angry and I'm going to continue to be. I can't help it. I've been looking forward to this for a while. Not since it being official that we were coming to Phoenix but since long before. I've been wanting to come to Phoenix for the past two years, to sit in the ballpark and do nothing else. I know I shouldn't be angry but I am and I don't care.

Sunday...what did we do Sunday? I think we went to some stores...or did we go to the casino? Meh. But hey, the casino! I didn't win a god damn thing. I guess I didn't get the gambler gene from my grandmother. Ashley won 15 bucks on the nickle slots. It was fun though. If I had some money to blow I could totally sit in front of the slots for a little while, attempting to hit it big.

Monday we had to gather Jimmy from the airport, Tuesday we went around the area to a bunch of stores. And then I realized something. My grandma likes to walk around stores to much. For no reason. What is up with that? And by no reason I mean no reason. She wanted Jim to pull into a store to just walk around because the layout was neat. That's it. That was the only reason. She didn't need anything, didn't have a purpose, just wanted to show off the layout. It drove me slightly nuts. Because that just openend the can of looking at stores in every complex we drove by and the coments of layouts.

Another thing that made me a little crazy? The "what type of car is that" game. Which really wasn't a game but a never ending stream.

Wednesday was the Brewers game. Woo! It was a fabu time. Got to stalk the players by slapping on the long lens and getting up close. In a none creepy manner of course. It was in the realm of normalness. See fbook for all the pictures. Well, maybe I'll post a few goodies later.

Thursday we left. And it was sad to leave the 80 degree weather to the 35 degree.

So that is it. For the most part. I'm kind of distracted right now cuz I picked up the second season of Psych for 20 bucks. Holla! I love this show!

Peace out punks!

Got on a plane in 'frisco got off in Vietnam...

Oh no, that's not right. I'm not Charlie Daniels!

Tomorrow is the start of spring break for me! Well I guess tonight it is technically but tomorrow it will really feel like it! We leave for Phoenix then! Yay! I don't know about the weather down there though. I mean, it is only going to be 90 degrees. That isn't warm enough. Not. Holy balls it's gonna be hot! But that's the point of spring break! Who needs the beach when you can have the desert? Not to mention boys playing baseball!

Mmm...baseball. Mmm...Spring Training. Mmm...staring at tooshies, I mean...staring at prospects! Gotta see what my boys are made of this season. Snips, snails and puppy dog tails if the nursery rhyme hasn't lied to me all these years.

So yesterday day was St. Patrick's Day. Duh. And we got up at 430 AM so we were the first ones in line to get into our Cheers. And we were. And we were probably the only ones in line until 530. It seemed like such a better idea before hand. But it was fun and it was something I now can say I did. And I did alright in making out with boys. Psych! I did alright with making out with free stuff. Cups, can holder, beads, a tshirt! A TSHIRT! Oh that was exciting.

And then I had to go to work. But it wasn't bad at all. I got home about 11, in the morning mind you, took a three hour nap and was ready to go!

Alright. Well I gotta make sure I have everything packed. Then I'm gonna sit on my ass until class. Then I'm gonna probably play some mah jung during class too. Hehe. It's almost spring break! I don't feel bad about that type of stuff then!

Peace party people. Catch ya on the flip side of break!

Book 'em Dan-o

I have decided I should write a book or two. Maybe even three. Two for sure. The third I'm not quite sold on yet. Anyway. My books!

The first one will be the one I have talked about for years. My grocery store book. Non-fiction. Brutal honesty about what your cashier is really thinking as you go through line along with other little tid bits.

My other book will be called "I'm in a Serious Relationship with 25 Men. My Torrid Love Affair with the Milwaukee Brewers" Mmmhm. You know you'll read it. ...won't you?! I got it all worked out in my head how I'll structure it and everything.

My other book, it was Lauren's idea, should be about how to save money in college. I got me a few ideas for that. But I don't know if I could make it into a book.

Weird thing! Yesterday I went to get gas and on JJO a song was playing. When I left for work like 2 hours later, the exact same song was playing! Then when I got close to town an oldies song was on the radio. And on the way home from work that same oldies song started to play in about the same spot I was when I heard it before! How weird is that? Very weird.

Oh yuck! I just had a Breakfast Club moment.

Ummmmmmmmm....yeah. Ok then. I don't really have much of anything else to say so take care now, bye bye then!

I'll take the...

Well. Yesterday I became peeved at someone. And decided said person deserved to win the bitchiest banana award. And then I told Abag that I if I were to ever open a restaurant, cafe, diner or shack I would make an after hours menu of smoothies. and since I don't use my time in a productive manner I bring to you the menu of my smoothies in picture form.
Yeah. Don't you pretend you wouldn't order one! They might be spiked, they might not be. It would be half the fun. Russian roulette with smoothies with semi-naughty names! I should go into the night club business!

You don't need to say it. I know it already. I got made Illustrator skills. ... not.

Alright. That's it.

Time is Running Out

Reality Check:

Nine weeks until graduation.

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WHAT?!

Mini panic attack will start in five, four, three, two, ...


Holy crap what am I supposed to do? Get a job yes but have you looked at what's out there lately? Nothing much let me tell ya. And it doesn't help any that I'm not quite sure what I want to go into for reals. I need to make some decisions, like, yesterday.

I just do not want to think about it. I really don't. I hate the pressure. I hate people asking what I'm going to do. I have it under control for the most part. I know what needs to be done and how to do it, I just don't need people breathing down my freakin' back about it.

I also know that if I have to move back home for an expended period of time I will lose my mind. Guarantee it. Love my parents, really I do, but I'd need to be committed if I had to move home for more then, like, three months. How the bag has not lost her mind is beyond me.

Why would it drive me nuts? Because I've grown accustom to my routine. I like the way things are. I can't do what I want if I have to live at home. I need my space, I need to be left alone. I don't need to have to explain myself all the time. It drives me nuts. "Who are you texting? Who are you emailing? Who was on the phone? What did you have for lunch today?" AHH! Just thinking about it irks me.

I'm a spacer. I need my space. I need my downtime where it is just me. I have no problem with having a roommate probably because I don't have to answer to her like I have to answer to my parents. I need my time to sit and do whatever I want be it reading, surfing the net, writing, watching TV or watching paint dry, without having to deal with anyone else. I don't get that when I'm at home. The drive to and from work in the summer was always enjoyable because I was completely alone.

It might make me seem like a weird loner or a bitch. It isn't like I need eight hours of being alone it's more like two. And it doesn't have to be everyday but when I go home for the weekend I'm ready to go by Sunday.

Yeah. Weird. Whatever. It's how I am and I don't think it is ever going to change.

Anyway. Goal is before I leave for Phoenix I should have sent out a couple of resumes. If I haven't then I will punish myself somehow. I don't know how yet. I'll think of something!

Who woulda thunk?

I was flippin' thru the channels and have stumbled upon a show about the KKK on National Geographic.

Interesting to hear what the whack jobs have to say. First off, really? A leader in the Klan is called a Wizard? These guys are Christian crazy and I'm guessing would have burned a witch at the stake if they were around in Salem yet they call the leader a wizard? Am I the only one who finds that more then a little weird?

Another interesting thing, they were just showing a clip from when the traditional Klan people, the ones in the hoods, were having a rally or something and another Klan group showed up. It was like the sharks and the jets! The hooded Klan people don't like the other Klan people who wear a black fatigues getup (oh, the description of the outfits is very important...well not really I just find it easier to keep them separate that way) because the fatigue wearers also are anti-Semitic and run with the skinheads.

Now who would have thought that a Klan member had standards? Not me! He's a member of the freakin' KKK! I would not think the person would have a sense of ethics when it comes to white supremacy.

Holy crap! These people are whacked out of their gourds! I cannot even fathom how a person gets to that state of thinking.

Oh that's nice. One guy hates anyone who isn't 100% white. It makes me think of Harry Potter! "I don't like any wizards who aren't 100% wizard. Filthy little mudbloods!"

Ooo! Code Breakers?! What is this show and yes. Yes I might have to watch it Nat Geo. Seriously. Nat Geo? That doesn't sound right.

Hard to find Klan memebers? Look for the burning cross and the hoods. Or the guys who look like they're about to go to war.

Oooo. Damn you Nat Geo! DAMN YOU! Now they have a show on about Howard Hughs. Who I really have no interest in and thought the movie Aviator was kinda dumb but I've now watched five minutes of it and it has sucked me in.

Bastards.

Ok. Time to do somethin' else.

Arrividercci, punks.