Israel Kamakawiwo'ole

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Whenever I write in my blog, I am always listening to music. His song "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" came on. I looked to see the album artwork and I saw this huge blob of a Hawaiian with no shirt on, just chillin in the pool. He's got an intense voice and damn can be play the ukulele! Anyway. Today I had to bring Edubbs to Drivers Ed. Of course I didn't find out until the very last moment. I had to go to the Shell to get gas or else my car would seizure and shut off, which I'm not all about. Plus, I needed to get cigarettes. I had to run around the house like Chris Howe to get all my shit together. We jumped into my car. As I was backing up at, at about 15 mph I hear a huge BOOM! Edubbs and I just looked at each other. I fucking backed right up into the Altimator. I jumped out of the car and ran to the back of my car. I'm sure I looked very Grendel-like. I look at the back of my car...There was NO damage whatsoever. Not even a scratch, not even a speck of paint. I was PSYCHED. So after, we got back into the car as if I had not just backed my fairly new car right into the Altimator. We sped off to the Shell, laughing. I walk in and tell the emoscreamo bitch, HEY, I WANT A PACK OF MARB SMOOTHS. She informs me that they're "buy one, get one," so obviously I was pumped. I left, skipping. Also, this girl working at the Shell is new. I have never seen her before. I go in there everyday so I know all the cigarette-selling staff. Her name was "Mandi" or something irritating like that. I'm currently having writers block and later on i'mma smoke. Maybe i'll have some thoughts then.

MEAGAN IS COMING HOME, YAY! :)   

When I'm losing my control, the city spins around..you're the only one who knows, you slow it down.

Today was good. I left work today around 2 and went to the tech to talk to someone about signing up for some classes. It was very helpful. It's definitely time for me to go back to school. After, I went to go tanning. I went yesterday too so i'm starting to get tan, yayyy! I need to stop being so ghostly, it's not attractive. I remember in high school there was his mysterious girl who randomly showed up to class every now and then. She was VERY white. It was disgusting. At Tanorama they have this booth(what a weird word) called the "Cyclone." Whenever I enter the booth I feel like Baby Bash. I cannot get his horrible and  overplayed song out of my head. ALSO when i'm in there and the fan is blowing at a mere 986 mph, I feel like I SHOULD be moving my body like a cyclone, a mighty cyclone nonetheless. Tonight was boring. I took a nap, woke up to my dad yelling that we have no hot water and my brother asking if I wanted dinner. We were having Kielbasa so I didn't eat dinner. I wasn't in the mood for Polish sausage, thanks. After I woke up, I visited Marg at DD's then went to watch "Jumper" at Kyle's. I'm marrying Hayden Christensen.

Right now I am currently listening to "Where I End and You Begin" by Radiohead. It's extremely hippy-esque so obviously I am in love with it. Radiohead is amazing even know they go off on repeat tangents and repeat weird lyrics, for example, towards the middle of the song they keep saying "I will eat you alive, I will eat you alive, I will eat you alive..." then times that by 56.

SO my day was uneventful, i'm running out of things to say, hopefully tomorrow will be more exciting...and a slight bit warmer. Cold makes me depressed. I'm definitely going tanning tomorrow too. YES!

"I'm back like I forgot something."

Todays sucks. I went to bed so late and then woke up at 7 to catch my flight back home. A very energetic TSA complimented me on my new perfume. Thanks lady TSA. Anyway, I had a great trip even though it was short. Joel and I repped our hood in Winter Park. We saw Bentleys, Ferraris and Phantoms, you know...shit you DON'T see in NH.  My favorite car was definitely the Escalade Limo full of ghetto girls dressed up like Christina Agularia on the front of her "Dirrty" CD, taking pictures to post on facebook/myspace(tag me guuuurl, iight?!). I boarded my flight looking like a hermit. My hair was crazy, I didnt even brush it. I didn't put on makeup or do anything to help me look atleast 1% awake. I walked through the metal detector and it went off, I had to walk through it about 4 times, holding people up. I sat at the terminal waiting for my flight. I didn't see Tom Hanks. It was very uneventful. I picked my seat and waited for the random person I was about to sit next to. This guy sat next to me, he was very nice. He was tall, skinny, tan, dark hair. I had noticed him before when I was sitting waiting to board. The thing that caught my eye was his lime green cell phone that a textaholic would have. He was probably in his early 40's, so naturally I thought it was weird that he was texting up a storm. I fell asleep, listening to "Untouched" by The Veronicas. I woke up when they were passing out drinks. Right as I opened my eyes, Mr. Texty Pants instantly says, "I DIDNT KNOW IF YOU WANTED A DRINK, I GOT YOU THESE CHEESE NIPS THOUGH."  I was confused, I just woke up from my uncomfortable nap. My head was in a position that looked as if I had just been through an exorcism and one of my sandals had fallen off. That was nice of him though, word to you homes. I just realized how many shoutouts I give during my blogging.

FYI I always seem to encounter cat parties. On Josiah Bartlett, theres always a group of kitties just chillin, crossin the road, being hoodrats. It concerns me since I am not a cat fan. At the hotel Joel and I were there was also another group of cats just living it up in the parking lot. Who lets their cats roam around downtown Orlando? Why do I always end up spectating these random house cat's roaming sessions? I bet there's cat gangs. Like the CripCats & the Bloodkatz. Tomorrow's back to reality, slaaaaaaaap.

522.

it's been a few days since i have written. so Joel and I have been living out of a hotel for 4 days, it's been quite commodious. every night after we've smogged up the bathroom we make our way down to the spot were we always smoke our cigarettes(since this is a SMOKE FREE hotel.) There's about 54 signs located around the hotel informing us smokers about how this hotel has a "Smoke free policy." bullshit. After we get back from doing what we enjoy doing most, no matter what circumstances we shall face, for example, if you smoke you will get cancer...we get back onto the elevator and head up to the good ol' 522. 522's door does not open easily unless you go all Hercules on it and have the reflexes of a black belt martial arts teacher. It's extremely embarrassing. Also, our toilet doesn't flush unless you hold down the flusher for approx. 3 minutes. I'm pretty sure this is the only room with all these problems which is why with mine and Joel's luck we got this room.

Today we wen't to Universal. I went on every roller coaster, I am pretty proud of myself. Question though, why do they always take your picture and then try to sell it to you for 40 bucks? Thats sort of expensive since you look like a complete loser with one eye open, your mouth is open from screaming and your hair gives the illusion that you have an even bigger fro' than in real life. Plus the fact that 8 other random people who look almost as retarded as you do are in the background. I also believe that there is guaranteed to be a blonde bimbo in the background with one of her boobs hanging out of her shirt due to impact of the intense ride.

Tomorrow I leave...bummer. I will probably write again while I sit at the airport tomorrow dreading that fact that I have to go home to the subzero weather and the shitty place i call work. 

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I'm sitting at the airport right now waiting to get on the plane to Orlando to see Joel! Airports are full of very interesting people. Also, I randomly run into Bridget FitzGerald's dad on a every other month basis. He's headed to Cincinnati. Weird. I love how Manchester airport has a "smoking lounge." I was sitting in the cancer lounge, enjoying a cig when a very unhappy, old & frail woman walks by with a couple of her book club friends. Old woman #1 tells old women #2 &3 something and then looks into the room of glass and gives me the meanest stare i have received in quite sometime. I texted Joel and explained the story. He texted me back, "beat her ass." I explained to him, "She's old and frail." After, Joel writes back, "That doesn't matter. Sometimes the elderly need a good smacking." I love him, haha. Imagine me just kung-foo fighting an old bitch to the ground in the Manchester airport. My plane is now being boarded, so i'm outta hurrr.

ITS MY BIRTHDAY:)

paranoia: explained!

if you know me enough you'd know i am extremely scared of fire. it is my biggest fear. i get so paranoid whenever i see flames, it's to the point now where even the taco bell "volcano" taco commercial scares me. TONIGHT i came to the conclusion as to why this is. it all derives from the fact that fire has happened within 3 centimeters of my fashionably famous bishop brady "blazer" made of felt. it all happened on my way to school (that i was already late to) while my dad was flowing far behind. i was rummaging through my huge bag, inside the sides of my seat, the door, the glove compartment, even the arm rest to find a damn lighter (later i find one right beside my foot). i couldnt find a lighter ANYWHERE. so i found a box of matches. I light up the cig and waved the match in the air to put it out and threw it down. i continue smoking my cigarette and plugging my iPod into the transmitter and trying to find a station that would be as less irritating as possible considering all transmitters sound like there is a ferosh cat hissing at another cat in the background. i wish i had forgotten my iPod that day. I look over at my seat to find a hibachi table sized flame burning my plush oh so comfortable altimator seat. i throw my car into park right near 106 so all the business men and ladies going to work can see me looking like a crackhead trying to make sure the fire was out. i finally get to school and show everyone my third degree burns on my palms from when i tried to put the fire out with my hands. also, i had melted seat/ assorted pastics burnt onto my jacket. my face was i'm sure priceless considering i had gone lil wayne on the altimator front passenger seat by putting the fire out by myself. i went through the day like any other shitty day at the school from hell.

a week has gone by and i had left a big stack of paper and books on my seat to hide the burn hole of sin from my parents. one day i was confronted by mom and pops..they asked me how i managed to burn the shit out of the seat. i had no idea what to say, i couldnt tell them the truth. i began telling them that it was so scary..holy shit so scary...to buy me time to think of something good, i couldnt so i pretended to be very shook up about it. i finally had to tell them, i told them that one day i was one the highway (in the middle of winter) with my windows down and some guy threw his cigarette into my car and i just didnt notice until fire was going on on the front seat. obviously they did not believe that bullshit and to this day they make jokes about it. so this brings me back to the reason why i'm paranoid about fire.

if  something was to burn up in flames, such as the house, the yard, etc... my parents would know it was me, i wouldn't be able to say I DONT KNOW. 

*WELCOME Joel Humphrey to the blogging world.*

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first and for most, i cannot stop listening to the song "Nikki" by The-Dream. 2 weekends ago I went to pick up Meagan from school and we decided we were going to do our favorite thing ever, sharing music. I bought this phenom software to steal everyone's music who connects their iPod up to my computer via USB (probably illegal, but so is my favorite past time, so whatever).  I was blessed by 4563 songs, thanks Meagan. Anyhow, one morning on the way to work I was blown away by this amazing song. It was rainy and foggy out at at the time and I was on 293, risked my life by finding my phone tucked in the black hole in my car while semi-swerving into another lane, that's okay though, it was worth it..it's my favorite song now.

this weekend i went to visit my fav duet and no it's not sonny and cher. it was a little thing called WEEZYFEST. We hung out with Jake, purp haze and "unnamed". We pretty much ate 34 pounds of assorted snacks..each...watched lemony snickets...hung out with jake...a few more times. Everyone should sometime in their lifetime experience berryline. It was fun, as alwaysss.

and then tonight,  i smoked with edubbs and watched a small portion of "Pursuit of Happiness".

I have actually never seen this movie before and from watching the little bit i watched, it seems really depressing. I don't know their character names, so i'm referring to them as Will Smith and cute son. Cute son is shooting baskets. Will Smith tells cute son he doesn't want him to play basketball. Cute son was so depressed and threw the basketball down and then continued to pick it up and throw it away in a grocery bag. Big willy tells cute son, "Don't ever let someone tell you that you cannot do something, even me." It was inspiring and so uplifting. 

enough ramble bo jamble for tonight. oh, and p.s. to all, don't worry...just because i have a blog DOESNT mean i am going to dye my hair jet black, cut it in a certain angle and have it brushed over my left eye. goodnight!