Here it is... New Years Eve. Your last chance to make 2005 everything that you hoped it would be. Your last chance to accomplish those things that seemed so important at this point last year. And your last chance of this year to be with the people you care about. Let them know you love them, because who knows what 2006 will bring. Now is also a good time to wipe the slate clean. If you're holding a grudge, let it go. Hateful emotions waste energy. If you hate your job, let it go. It's just a job. If you're not content with where you are in life, at least try to be happy with where you are *at this moment*. Because you've got a lot of time to get there. What better way to start off the new year than simply happy?
I know there are some things I want to work on for this next year. I wouldn't call them 'resolutions' because I don't believe in resolutions. People make resolutions each year and rarely see them through. But I will think about some things. And I'm going to start small. With cleaning my house. :)
Now go have fun!!
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
home sweet home
After 5 days in Cincinnati I am back in Athens. Though it was a nice little vacation (?) it is definitely good to be back. I missed my cats. And my house. And the ability to do whatever without being interrogated by my grandmother. And the peace and quiet that comes with not having twins. I also missed my own bed. I have spent the last 5 nights sleeping on a crappy, hard, small couch in the basement. Not like a nice, finished, just-like-another-room-in-the-house basement, but one where there is a couch and a TV and then all the stuff that doesn't go anywhere else and a washer and dryer and furnace, etc. So yeah, I expect to sleep really well tonight.
But I didn't miss having to go to work, which I have to do tomorrow. I think it's high time I won the lottery. Or found a sugar daddy.
But I didn't miss having to go to work, which I have to do tomorrow. I think it's high time I won the lottery. Or found a sugar daddy.
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Merry Crunkmas!
Here I am, sitting at my grandmother's house in Cincinnati. As nice as it is to come visit, I get horribly bored. No where to go. No one really to go see. My dad lives here, and right now my aunt from Chicago is staying here as well. With her twin girls. They are still babies, and cry a lot. And scream when they aren't happy. And get into things. And their mom has a tendency to be a little over-reactionary (is that a word?) with them. Also, because there are two of them, they have to sleep in separate rooms because both cribs won't fit in one. So even though I got here a day earlier, as soon as my aunt got here, I got kicked out of the guest room so she and one baby could sleep there, and they other extra room has the other baby. Meanwhile, I got downgraded to a couch in the unfinished basement. Awesome. Nice to get away from Athens, though.
The airport was interesting, because even with the thousands of people there, Erin and I were the most visually interesting. Or strange. Either way, we got stared at the eintre time, and I can't figure out why. The baggage guy found it really humorous that we have the same name. But amazingly enough didn't ask me if I packed my bag myself or if I had let it out of my sight at all or check my ID.
Thursday night I went to some sports bar that's down the street with my dad. There was a cover band playing called Twenty Years Later; you can guess the stuff they covered with a name like that. They actually weren't bad, but I wasn't in the mood to be yelling over Neil Young and Pink Floyd covers. We got a lot of strange looks from people, because whenever we go out here, no one knows who I am, and they just assume that he's some old guy with a young girlfriend. It gets pretty funny sometimes. Well, he proceeded to get pretty drunk, and when that happens he gets annoyingly sentimental, says things like I am the only thing that saved his life, he knows he made mistakes, blah, blah, etc. Then he gets stubborn and argumentative, and generally annoying. Eh, whatever, I just tell him to stop it and he does, but it still grates on my nerves.
Last night everyone came over here, because my family does Christmas on Christmas Eve. So the whole family was here, eating, drinking and opening presents (well, the kids were opening presents). It was fun, cause when eeryone gets together, they are nuts. And everyone does get along really well. My family members are a bunch of shit-talkers and one-liners, so it's fun. I got perfume and Bath And Body Works stuff from my aunts. Is that a hint?? My younger cousin made me a couple pairs of earrings, and my older cousin (older as in 35) gave me a Target gift card. So I didn't go completely presentless this year. My grandma sent me money earlier in the month, plus she ordered me a nice 26" upright Samsonite suitcase since I'm using here old leather carry-all one that she's had for 40 years. The wheels will make it so much easier!
I'm about to go see the one friend I still have up here; a girl I've known since second grade. She's cool, and we've gone to her house for her parents' Christmas Day get-together every year since then. Sort of strange to still know someone after 17 years. Especially when you haven't lived in the same state regularly since 1994.
The airport was interesting, because even with the thousands of people there, Erin and I were the most visually interesting. Or strange. Either way, we got stared at the eintre time, and I can't figure out why. The baggage guy found it really humorous that we have the same name. But amazingly enough didn't ask me if I packed my bag myself or if I had let it out of my sight at all or check my ID.
Thursday night I went to some sports bar that's down the street with my dad. There was a cover band playing called Twenty Years Later; you can guess the stuff they covered with a name like that. They actually weren't bad, but I wasn't in the mood to be yelling over Neil Young and Pink Floyd covers. We got a lot of strange looks from people, because whenever we go out here, no one knows who I am, and they just assume that he's some old guy with a young girlfriend. It gets pretty funny sometimes. Well, he proceeded to get pretty drunk, and when that happens he gets annoyingly sentimental, says things like I am the only thing that saved his life, he knows he made mistakes, blah, blah, etc. Then he gets stubborn and argumentative, and generally annoying. Eh, whatever, I just tell him to stop it and he does, but it still grates on my nerves.
Last night everyone came over here, because my family does Christmas on Christmas Eve. So the whole family was here, eating, drinking and opening presents (well, the kids were opening presents). It was fun, cause when eeryone gets together, they are nuts. And everyone does get along really well. My family members are a bunch of shit-talkers and one-liners, so it's fun. I got perfume and Bath And Body Works stuff from my aunts. Is that a hint?? My younger cousin made me a couple pairs of earrings, and my older cousin (older as in 35) gave me a Target gift card. So I didn't go completely presentless this year. My grandma sent me money earlier in the month, plus she ordered me a nice 26" upright Samsonite suitcase since I'm using here old leather carry-all one that she's had for 40 years. The wheels will make it so much easier!
I'm about to go see the one friend I still have up here; a girl I've known since second grade. She's cool, and we've gone to her house for her parents' Christmas Day get-together every year since then. Sort of strange to still know someone after 17 years. Especially when you haven't lived in the same state regularly since 1994.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
catching up
I just realized that I never did elaborate on that last post. Now that I am sufficiently bored, I can do some of it now. However, I have reached a level of boredom in which even mindless yammering is boring to me. Since it is boring to me, I can only assume it is equally, if not more, boring to you. But you know what?? I don't care. You can deal with it. Or quit reading now. You have been warned.
The weekend of December 10 and 11 was one of excessive amounts of partying. First off, on the 10th, there was Bill's Famous Christmas Dinner Party thing, where at least 150 townies show up at his house to eat good food and drink good drinks and it's all free. On top of that, everyone is dressed to the nines, and there is really no stranger sight than all those kids that you see every day that MAY have showered sometime in the past week or two only now they are all in suits and dresses and heels and all that jazz. Quite posh, really.
That night started off rather shittily for me, however, seeing as how my water had been turned off because of a break in the line. So I get home from work and need a shower, and it's not fixed yet, so my landlord decideds to be a pal and turn it back on for me for 10 minutes so I can bathe even though it will create a mini-geyser in Martha's yard. Little did I know that also meant that the water would NOT be clear, but that nice red-dirt color. I let it run as clear as it will, then shower, only to find that halfway through the shower the dirt snuck back in there. So I basically took a mud shower. I looked clean, but had anyone licked me, I would have tasted like dirt. Awesome.
The party itself was fun- lots of booze, food, and people. There was a group of Effie's girls there, and when we get together obscene amounts of boob-grabbing and ass-smacking and such occurs, and there are a few choice pictures of such. Everyone got quite toasted. By the end of the night, I was being tackled by Thom repeatedly and was invited to accompany a married couple to their home. Not for drinks and good conversation...I passed on that one, and split a cab with Fred around 4am.
The next night was the Grill's holiday party, which is known to many for being a legendary throw-down. We had 3 full kegs, a torpedo keg (Yum. Wake n' Bake), and lots of other things to poison ourselves with. Food was yummy, and the secret santa was good. Jeff (the owner) was my secret santa, and he gave me a framed 8x10 photo he took of me about 3 years ago at a football game. Yes, I was a Redcoat. I am in my uniform on the sidelines before halftime, and waving like a 'tard. The bottom of the picture is captioned 'Band Dork'. It's great. There were Moon Boots that someone got as a present that people were jumping around on, and just a general good time. The sink in the men's downstairs bathroom 'somehow' was broken off the wall... ahem... There seemed to be a strange moment where everyone decided to kiss each other for the hell of it. Lots of craziness. Left around 5am, walking with Matt and Eric. When we left, Bill was sleeping in table 1, Thom was in table 5, and Scooter was in table 6. It's not a party until someone is sleeping in a booth or someone else pukes on the keg. Great time overall!
Well, this is stupidly long. There are a few other things I wanted to say, but I'll give you a reprieve for now. Wouldn't want you to strain your eyes.
The weekend of December 10 and 11 was one of excessive amounts of partying. First off, on the 10th, there was Bill's Famous Christmas Dinner Party thing, where at least 150 townies show up at his house to eat good food and drink good drinks and it's all free. On top of that, everyone is dressed to the nines, and there is really no stranger sight than all those kids that you see every day that MAY have showered sometime in the past week or two only now they are all in suits and dresses and heels and all that jazz. Quite posh, really.
That night started off rather shittily for me, however, seeing as how my water had been turned off because of a break in the line. So I get home from work and need a shower, and it's not fixed yet, so my landlord decideds to be a pal and turn it back on for me for 10 minutes so I can bathe even though it will create a mini-geyser in Martha's yard. Little did I know that also meant that the water would NOT be clear, but that nice red-dirt color. I let it run as clear as it will, then shower, only to find that halfway through the shower the dirt snuck back in there. So I basically took a mud shower. I looked clean, but had anyone licked me, I would have tasted like dirt. Awesome.
The party itself was fun- lots of booze, food, and people. There was a group of Effie's girls there, and when we get together obscene amounts of boob-grabbing and ass-smacking and such occurs, and there are a few choice pictures of such. Everyone got quite toasted. By the end of the night, I was being tackled by Thom repeatedly and was invited to accompany a married couple to their home. Not for drinks and good conversation...I passed on that one, and split a cab with Fred around 4am.
The next night was the Grill's holiday party, which is known to many for being a legendary throw-down. We had 3 full kegs, a torpedo keg (Yum. Wake n' Bake), and lots of other things to poison ourselves with. Food was yummy, and the secret santa was good. Jeff (the owner) was my secret santa, and he gave me a framed 8x10 photo he took of me about 3 years ago at a football game. Yes, I was a Redcoat. I am in my uniform on the sidelines before halftime, and waving like a 'tard. The bottom of the picture is captioned 'Band Dork'. It's great. There were Moon Boots that someone got as a present that people were jumping around on, and just a general good time. The sink in the men's downstairs bathroom 'somehow' was broken off the wall... ahem... There seemed to be a strange moment where everyone decided to kiss each other for the hell of it. Lots of craziness. Left around 5am, walking with Matt and Eric. When we left, Bill was sleeping in table 1, Thom was in table 5, and Scooter was in table 6. It's not a party until someone is sleeping in a booth or someone else pukes on the keg. Great time overall!
Well, this is stupidly long. There are a few other things I wanted to say, but I'll give you a reprieve for now. Wouldn't want you to strain your eyes.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
help me, i broke apart my insides
This past weekend equaled raging parties times three... And complete shirking (sp?) of responsibility. And a slight loss of self-control. Well, less of a loss-of-self-control than a just-not-giving-a-damn-what-others-think. Though it was all in pure fun, and not an effect of blackouted-ness. 'Cause I remember everything. Once I have properly recovered, I may give more detail. Until then...
Wednesday, December 7, 2005
Who are these people?
I just got back from North Carolina. I went up to vist my grandmother because my grandfather died on Monday. There wasn't a service of any sort, so it was just family being together. We basically sat around the house doing nothing for two days, which could be nice, but was actually really boring.
What made it so awkward is that the members of my family are not close at all. I talk to only my mother on a regular basis. Regular meaning at least once every 2 months. Sometimes I would get emails from my grandmother, and would write back, and never get a reply. My aunt Jewel (she had it legally changed from 'Julie' a while back) who lives in Niagra Falls was there, and I haven't seen her in at least 7 years, and have maybe spoken to her twice in that time. The other two aunts live in Cincinnati; Beth and Joanna. When I was little I used to talk to Beth a lot. I saw her over Thanksgiving for the first time in years. And there is no regular contact anymore. Joanna I never had any sort of relationship with, and have only seen her at a few family gatherings like this one. Also, some of the aunts/sisters don't really get along, so they don't talk to each other either. So, you get a house full of people who only know the goings-on in the other people's lives because of what they hear through the family grapevine. No on actually knows each other anymore. (And none of them know me at all...) And unfortunately it seems as if no one really cares either. Which means two days of small talk and banter and yapping about some TV show everyone watches. I think it is a shame, and is something I hope to avoid should I ever have my own family. Hopefully I'll be able to break that cycle, though, since that type of family (the not-close-at-all one) is mostly what I've always had.
What made it so awkward is that the members of my family are not close at all. I talk to only my mother on a regular basis. Regular meaning at least once every 2 months. Sometimes I would get emails from my grandmother, and would write back, and never get a reply. My aunt Jewel (she had it legally changed from 'Julie' a while back) who lives in Niagra Falls was there, and I haven't seen her in at least 7 years, and have maybe spoken to her twice in that time. The other two aunts live in Cincinnati; Beth and Joanna. When I was little I used to talk to Beth a lot. I saw her over Thanksgiving for the first time in years. And there is no regular contact anymore. Joanna I never had any sort of relationship with, and have only seen her at a few family gatherings like this one. Also, some of the aunts/sisters don't really get along, so they don't talk to each other either. So, you get a house full of people who only know the goings-on in the other people's lives because of what they hear through the family grapevine. No on actually knows each other anymore. (And none of them know me at all...) And unfortunately it seems as if no one really cares either. Which means two days of small talk and banter and yapping about some TV show everyone watches. I think it is a shame, and is something I hope to avoid should I ever have my own family. Hopefully I'll be able to break that cycle, though, since that type of family (the not-close-at-all one) is mostly what I've always had.
Monday, December 5, 2005
*sigh*
Everyone go hug your friends/family. I'm glad I was able to go and visit some family in North Carolina for Thanksgiving. I wasn't going to go at first, because I had to work the day after and had already made other plans. But a friend helped me out and covered my shift, and I cancelled my original Thanksgiving dinner plans I had made with MK and visited Brevard instead. I got to see my grandfather who I hadn't seen in about 3 years. And I am glad I went, because I got to give him one last hug. And that makes me happy.
Friday, December 2, 2005
blah blah
Things are going alright for the most part. I feel like I'm really busy, but in reality I just finally have a few things to do other than work. Thanksgiving was a bit of a trial for me, though still nice. Other things are moving along smoothly. Work is work. Effie's has a show on Saturday. It will be great! You should come and see us. (midnite at the GA Theatre... only $5) Though I love Effie's, I will be glad for the break we get after this show. I haven't seen Family Guy in so long!!I will possibly elaborate on some of this later. Or maybe not. Depends on if I'm up for it....
In other news, I went to the Christmas parade tonight. I am not a big fan of parades, especially since I have been in more parades than everyone I know combined and they all sucked. Well, watching this parade was really no different because it also sucked, except that I didn't have 10 lbs of brass strapped to each arm. The Creepiest Parade Float of All-Time Award goes to a float that I assume was for a church. It consisted of a giant box that was decorated to look like a big gift. The sides would open up, and inside was a portrayal of the crucifiction of Christ. Some dude dressed like Jesus appearing to be nailed up on a rotating cross, blood and lolling head and all. Merry Christmas, kiddies.
In other news, I went to the Christmas parade tonight. I am not a big fan of parades, especially since I have been in more parades than everyone I know combined and they all sucked. Well, watching this parade was really no different because it also sucked, except that I didn't have 10 lbs of brass strapped to each arm. The Creepiest Parade Float of All-Time Award goes to a float that I assume was for a church. It consisted of a giant box that was decorated to look like a big gift. The sides would open up, and inside was a portrayal of the crucifiction of Christ. Some dude dressed like Jesus appearing to be nailed up on a rotating cross, blood and lolling head and all. Merry Christmas, kiddies.
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