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I can't take it anymore!!! All week my crazy beard-sporting, motorcycle fixing, creep of a neighbor has been blasting classic rock from morning till night. And not even the good kind. Its not like he puts it on a radio station and leaves it, so there can at least be a slim chance of hearing something decent everyone once in a while. Oh no! He plays records! Every time I go outside its like I'm at a monster truck rally or something. And its loud. I can hear it very clearly. Just twenty minutes ago I was outside sitting under our awning like I usually do when I want to read, but I can't right. Because that guys gotta have his terrible music playing. Argh.

In other news, I'm still jobless but will paint any room in your house for a fee of 80 bucks. It was 50 but then I realized that put me at working for approximately $2.50 an hour. Actually Ryan was the one that figured that up for me. But I still have a couple of rooms I promised to complete at that right so its not like I can change on the people right away. Although I was told that I handled the whole "how much do I owe ya" thing very businesslike. Which I was happy to hear only because I was super nervous I was going to freak out on that part and end up telling them not to worry about it. Of course if I like you enough I'll probably just do it for free. Its the people I don't know very well that I don't mind charging :)

Maybe I'll advertise myself on craigslist... as an interior designer of course. What were you thinking? No but seriously, thats why I haven't. Creepy guy logs onto his little craigslist, sees that a seventeen year old girl is willing to show up at his house and spend all day. I of course am under the ridiculous impression that its for room decorating. I get kidnapped, and the only thing leading the cops to my whereabouts is the trail of brightly colored paint samples that are strangely very cohesive.

Just sayin...

For Rachael

copied from the myspace...


Whelp, it happened. My first car accident. And boy was it scary. Dianna and Maria and I were on the way to my house in Dianna's sweet convertible and theres this fat corner before you get to my house and its really easy to get out of control going around it... which is what happened and Di's car spun off the road and into this ditch/barbed wire fence. Well... I was sitting in the back of said topless car which is why the barbed wire went straight into my noggin. Although, I just gotta say, Justin commended me on my cat-like reflexes, because right before the barbed wire went in for my neck, I grabbed it with my right hand and lifted it over my head... almost over that is. Anyway, it all happened so fast. Dianna got poked in the head with the barbed wire as well, nothing bad though thank the Lord! And Maria, well Maria's a stud and came out without a scratch (go Maria!). I however began bleeding profusely all over everything. Which scared the heck out of me (I've got that whole blood complex) and it all happened real fast and I wasn't sure where all the blood was coming from but it was everywhere! Anyway, Maria and Dianna were the best and helped me out of the car and then Maria, seemingly out of nowhere came up with this wet rag to put on my head to stop the bleeding. And then I'm sitting there and Dianna's calling my mom and I see Justin driving by getting home from work. Terrific. So he stops, like he would do for anyone, and parks and gets out and walks over to us, and he was like "are you guys alright?" and then I looked up at him (looking pretty bad as my whole body was covered in blood just from that small head wound) and he realized it was me, and I just gotta say, I never want to see such a look on my brother's face again. It was heart-wrenching.



So anyway, my parents showed up and my mom whisked me away to the ER where this psycho lady examined me and determined I needed some staples in the head as well as a tetnis shot. Brilliant. And they made me wear one of those ridiculous hospital gowns which seemed *highly* unnecessary as I was only injured on my hand and head... but still. And then the guy that cleaned off my head kept calling me sweetheart which was strangely comforting and he said "sorries" every time I winced from the pain. And I squeezed my dad's hand like a little kid during the stapling and then bit my lip during the shot. The whole thing sucked. I'd never been to the ER. It is not a happy place.



So all that to say... thank you sweet Jesus for keeping us safe. According to the police had the wire fence not been there we would have rolled and then been killed. Bleh :( God was so gracious to us today. I love Maria and Dianna and I just think they handled the whole thing amazingly while I freaked out and whimpered like a new born pup screaming something all the blood being on me. I'm a wuss, but its alright now. I just really love Jesus.

Oh the Nostalgia

Gosh, where have I been?? I don't know, but I'll tell you where I haven't been. I haven't been on here blogging. And I'm not going to lie, even though I like the look and feel of a blogger blog better, I have more motivation to write on my myspace blog, because I simply have more readers. Which is why I *have* been writing, just not here. I know its sounds shallow (it does?) but writing is more fun when I know that within an hour of posting a blog on myspace I will have gotten a good 30 plus hits, whereas it may take a couple of days to get that on here. I go where I'm wanted...
Don't we all.
Thats not to say I'm done here though. Good heavens no. I love this blog! I can write more candidly on this blog... which is nice.

In any event, I went and saw the midnight showing of Indian Jones last night (or was it this morning??) and I will say, it was incredible/ridiculous. It was everything I had hoped it would be, but at the same time is was kind of corny and there were aliens and spaceships. I think I would have liked it better if it were more like the other ones. If it hadn't been called Indiana Jones I think it would have been more impressive. On the other hand, I would not have gone to the midnight showing of "Aliens and Crystals". Oh and another thing... Harrison Ford is one old man. He slouched in a lot of his scenes. It was funny.

I'd Quote That

Ello' Gov'ner!

Man am I sorry for the downbeat nature of these posts lately. The truth is... the weather is incredible, I was able to go to school late today and go for smoothies with some friends beforehand, my friend Julia made me a peanut butter sandwich today just because, I got a kick-butt score on my art history test, Theres fair trade ice cream in my freezer, Death Cab For Cutie is coming out with new music and I just ate five delicious fresh strawberries and drank a cup of lemonade which I coerced my mother into purchasing for no other reason than it has the corniest and most retarded poem written on the side (Its Newman's Own lemonade if that tells you anything).

I'm not going to type out the whole thing but basically these lines should give you a feel for the gayness...

"Liquid needed! What's around? Water's bitter! Beer's flat! Gator, blah blah!... Fading fast. Then a vision - sweet Joanna! - Tempting me with pale gold nectar... lemon is it? yes by golly!"

Those are all good things.

I ditched myspace this week. Not a real big deal, but I did it anyway. I check the dang thing and respond to messages everyday and the truth is, I would say this here but not there, myspace can be stressful for me. I know that sounds incredibly odd, but of the 97 or so people that are on mine, 70 percent are not Christians. This puts an incredible amount of pressure on me when posting bulletins or writing blog posts or filling out the surveys. It doesn't seem like it would but it does. Its been incredibly useful, don't get me wrong, but stressful nonetheless... so I kicked it to the curb, for a little while at least.

Where Did I Go Wrong?

This is my blog post to tell you I hate that my life is broken up into semesters and also to say that I'm not impressed with my current academic status. Not in a "I get C's I need A's kind of way" Because I don't get C's and I don't *need* A's, but in a I don't see why I'm even going to school right now kind of way. I want to paint houses. Thats all I want. Can't we just skip to the part where you hand me a paintbrush and I tell you your wallpaper is outdated and then I fix everything in a weekend?
I need six units of psychology for that?
Whatever.

I have nothing going on tonight but two and half straight hours of great television. Don't judge me.
scrubs
the office
thirty rock (Will Arnett is guesting tonight)
lost
I'm going to have a seizure of delight, in part from the amount of time spent looking at a screen and also the sheer greatness that is NBC comedy night.
Even if I did have more of a life, I wouldn't want to spend it any other way than that... at least not on Thursdays.

Reasons I have not written..

...Never mind. I'm just sorry. Last semester I was writing so much I had to take out two other blogs. This semester I can hardly bring myself to sit down and type out one paragraph. I will come back to it I swear.

I Would Say You Sold Everyone Out

Argh! Thats internet speak for, "I'm frustrated". How frustrated? Well, put simply, I've listened to my entire collection of Dashboard Confessional in the last day and a half. Oh yeah... I'm angsty.
No, seriously though, I'm a little stressed. Five or so weeks left of classes and they are mercilessly throwing it all at us. Speeches, research papers, essays, power points, tests, quizzes, books, I'm dying. I need a vacation... and also a mountain bike.


Alright, well thats enough of that. Cloverfield comes out on dvd on the twenty second day of the current month. I am excited. I think I will host a Cloverfield viewing party on the twenty third. Ok, I probably won't, but if anyone else would like to host one I will attend it. And I will wear my Cloverfield t-shirt that I don't have. And you can tell me how geeky I'm not and I will tell you how excited I am.

Some days last longer than others, this day is crawling by much too slowly.

Do you know what that symbol is on the ice cream?? I will tell you. Its FAIR TRADE sucka's!
And it was purchased at your local Safeway here in town. Right on! When I saw the symbol my soul erupted in sheer joy. They have two flavors of fair trade ice cream. This coffee crunch kind and a regular vanilla. I'm stoked. No really... I was excited.

Myspace Hunt

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This Day Should Be Illegal

April first is now officially going to be known as the day of the devil. Mine was a complete disaster. I was going to try and sum it up for you in just a few sentences but I didn't think that I really could. Maybe a list?

1. Jeremy Winkelman switched myspaces with me in a sense, confusing not just me but our entire group of myspace friends... that was weird.

2. I received several mysterious phone calls from men all over the country claiming that they found my number on myspace and "wanted to know if we could hang out sometime". I racked my brain trying to figure out who set it up. Jeremy swore it wasn't him. I assumed in was Ryan... Jeremy lied to my face... it was totally him. Which I only realized after one of the phone calls came from his brother in Wyoming who sounds freakishly similar to Jeremy.

3. In response to Jeremy's prank I got the spare keys to his car from Kristi and while he was in youth group doing staff stuff I stole his car and left it in the wal-mart parking lot and had my friend Kelsey drive me back to the church.

4. The reason *Kelsey* drove me instead of Charity, which was the original plan, was because Charity locked her keys in her car and no one around had triple A. She thought her boyfriend Chris had it, but it turns out Chris was 99 percent sure we were just playing an April fools joke on him and was reluctant to drive all the way into town to help her out.

5. He drove in anyway (good man) but it didn't matter because no he did not have triple A and we were left standing outside in the parking lot with a coat hanger trying to pull up the lock.

6. At about 9:30 when I decided I should just bid everyone farewell and head home, with my best wishes for them to get the door unlocked, I go to grab the handle on my car door and guess what? there was mayonnaise smeared all under it. A couple of the boys in the youth group thought it would be terribly clever to put mayonnaise on me and Kelsey's car doors.

7. I went home, with Jeremy's car still at wal mart and his keys still in my pocket. He called me later and I finally told him where it was and listened as he tried to convince me that he hadn't already gotten it back. He had.

I went to bed that night with hands that smelled like mayonnaise and a little bit of nervousness about leaving Jeremy's call all night in the parking lot. Even though I was pretty sure he had already gotten it back, it was still slightly nerve racking.

p.s. Jeremy, that is a very nice car to drive and if you ever feel like giving it away, well... you know who to call. Oh and sorry I had to move the driver's seat up so close to the steering wheel... not.