So… I have a new found appretiation for the Department of Motor Vehicles in the state of Michigan. For my entire life, everyone has always talked about how horrendous it was go have to go to the DMV. How it was crowded, the people were rude, the lines were long and you had to wait forever. To all of you Michiganders who think they know the deal… F’koff. First off, I never had any of those problems in Michigan. I never made an effort to go at times when people wouldn’t be there, I was too lazy and unorganised for that. There were never more than 6 or 7 people and I never waited more than 20 minutes. Half the time, I walked in and the person behind the counter told me not to bother grabbing a number, and called me right up. As for rudeness? I’ve never been treated rudely at the DMV, and in fact, have always been treated very nicely. You do your thing, get a temporary paper license, and your card is mailed within 2-3 weeks.
Feb
20
Feb
16
Happy Birthday to me!
Keep in mind my birthday is February 15th. This is dated the 16th because it’s after midnight and I just sat down to write it.
You turn a key age and you’re supposed to go do the things that you couldn’t do before. Eighteen and you go to certain dance clubs, strip clubs and bars, and buy a pack of smokes. You rent porn videos and go into porn stores. Nineteen, in applicable locations, you drive to Canada, go out to any bar or dance club, and buy alcohol. Twenty-one, and you are as adult as you can be in the United States according to everything but car insurance. You gain nothing more than access to all bars and clubs and can buy alcohol. Really, if you haven’t been drinking before that, you’ve been living under a rock. In a dry county. Just means you can buy it now. Or, twenty-one in my case means that I can hang out with my friends at some local pool hall that is 21+ for some stupid reason.
Feb
15
The best Valentine's day ever.
I ended up staying up until noon-thirty or something close to it, and took something to help me sleep. Nickie kept asking me what time I needed to go to sleep to be up at 5, but that didn’t end up happening. He wouldn’t tell me why I needed to wake up, only that I should dress up. I kept asking what we would do if I didn’t get up in time, but he said that it would be fine, that we could do it tomorrow, so I should sleep until I wasn’t tired anymore. I ended up sleeping really late and I got kind of upset when I thought that I was going to miss out on my surprise. It was already 9pm, but he called “the place” and they said they were seating until 11:30. I walked into the bathroom to get ready and turned on the light to see, and walked back out into the bedroom to get something and on my desk was a bouquet of roses, a little box and a card. Nickie had made the card for me, it had a key and a heart on the front. The box was a little heart shaped candy dish, sparkly red on the bottom and clear on the top with a bear on it and pink, red and white runts inside. I cried. I wasn’t really expecting anything for Valentine’s day… We aren’t doing so great right now, and I figured we’d just end up spending the evening together doing something nice… It caught me off guard. And it made me very happy.
Feb
14
The fastest-gun-in-the-west routine.
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It seems like I’m always setting personal goals and never keeping them. Not the important ones, like getting to work on time or getting school work done… But the truly personal ones such as excercise and lose weight, or as a recent example, to try to do something productive every day, including updating this site. As it would appear, I have again failed to achieve my goal. I definitely haven’t been productive every day. I began editing a pair of my pants, which involved tearing them apart and sewing them back together differently, but i screwed it up a bit. All it meant was taking a little more time to finish it, but they’re still sitting in the living room pinned awaiting the rescue mission. I went for a long walk about a week ago… excercise-long, we walked over 5 miles. Other than that I haven’t really done much. I realised that I’ve gained weight. I was deciding what to wear for tonight and when I tried on one of my favorite skirts, it was too tight. That’s no good at all. And is rather strange considering I don’t have much money to buy food, and therefore don’t eat much. Who knows. I suppose that’s some incentive to attempt some sort of exercise schedule, but that’s the first time in over a year that I’ve had the chance to dress up. So it’s not very likely.
Feb
11
The Air Conditioning War.
So… I live in Florida now. And for the first time in my life, I have central air. Which, even living in Michigan would have been a godsend. But we had hot water heating and it would have involved installing the entire venting system… So that was never going to happen. I was the only one in the house who was too hot anyway. Now I have it, and it’s wonderful. Florida temperature is a warm early summer day in Michigan in January. If I’m lucky. Often it’s 80 degrees or warmer out. (Although the other day it went from being 75 one day to being 22 the next day… And I thought Michigan weather was schizo.) Lately it’s been pretty cool out, so having the windows open has been perfect, almost cold sometimes, which is super keen, because you can always put on more clothes to get warmer… There’s only so much you can take off. But as of a weekago or so, it started warming up again. Which means turning on the AC.
Feb
10
Irony and luck.
And isn’t it ironic… Don’t you think..?
On the contrary, I in fact don’t think it’s ironic at all.
An old man wins the lottery and dies the next day, a bug in your wine, a death row pardon after the switch has been thrown, rain on your wedding day, paying for something and then finding out it was free, not taking good advice, a man with phobia of planes waits for the most important day of his life to fly on one and it crashes, a traffic jam when you’re already late, taking a smoke break in the no smoking section, meeting Mr. Right and then meeting his Mrs. Right…