Sheena

As I sit here creeping on old friends facebooks, I think about all the things I will remember about them and they won't even remember me in ten years.  Details about them, something nice they did, I remember so much and yet so little.


SONG TO LISTEN TO

When I worked in the paint dept. there was a woman who had a tattoo on the inside of her wrist and I asked her what it was for.  Back when she just got married she got matching ones with the love of her life, the lyrics of their song, the first dance song, THAT song.  The song was Everything I Do by Bryan Adams.  (cheesy I thought)  She had the words, "Everything I Do" and he had "I Do It For You."  For all of time I will always remember her every time I hear that song on the radio.  I will remember the glisten of her eyes as she remembered the love they once shared.  She was crass, rude, slightly trashy I might say, but I won't remember those features, just that song.  She won't remember me in 5 years.  She's an alcoholic.  But sometimes, I like to think about people I've met, people who, without knowing it, have influenced my outlook on the world.  They help me better understand the human race, and then myself.

Think about someone from your past, someone who didn't make a huge impact, but did something that made you remember them.  Something that stands out, even though they weren't necessarily a big part of your life.

Laurel

Me Thinks

Listen to THIS SONG playing in my head as I type this.

I guess I have a lot of things to discuss.  Long time no "see".  As I sip my ice cold Mt. Dew looking at my enormous dish pile which now can talk/breath and is calling me over to it for a mercy kill, I realize not very much as changed.  I have the same roommate I started with.  I am still lonely.  I still feel like nobody knows me. 
 I have been diagnosed  with chronic insomnia, severe depression, and high anxiety. (No, Mel Brooks was not involved.)

Whoa, that went pretty serious. But this one's going to be.

I haven't spoken to my mother in months, except for an awkward dinner.  I think everyone at that dinner was very tense, and it wasn't because of the salsa based meatloaf mound.  I decided last summer that if you think I am a liar, than I see no reason to continue conversing.  There is no trust in that relationship.  We both just stressed each other out.  I think it's best this way.   Feel free to ask me anything, I will honestly answer.  If you don't believe me, than I don't know what to say, I guess you're stuck then.  I did really need my mother last month, but I feel that bridge is burned, if not scorched. 

In other news I got a job at Menards about 3 months ago.  I was in the paint dept, but I was transferred to the Plumbing dept. because my personality clashed with the other members of the team in paint.  It was mainly because Emily, the girl who is most beautiful and headstrong, told me to "go to hell" and to "fuck myself".  I came back from break 15 minutes late.  I didn't even eat my burrito.  I go more into that later, but Emily hates me, and the managers liked me because I worked really hard, but hated me because I'm abnormal.  So it was a wash.





         TO PLUMBING!





So in plumbing I work with a bunch of dudes.  They mostly don't listen or acknowledge anyone who doesn't have a penis.  Which makes it difficult to do my job.  
Also there's a creepy past 40 pot head weirdo always trying to get me to go to his house and help him fix his drapes.  When I asked why possessed him to ask ME of all people to help him with his drapes he replies, " You seemed like someone who liked decorating and such...."  WHAT!?  Why!?  Because I'm a woman!?  "Well...yeah..."   THE HELL!  I held back on the overly feminist verbal beat down because he is old and he won't change.  Anyway, he always wants me climb the ladder and put up overstock so he can watch my ass as I go up and it sickens me.  People these days.  His daughter would be older than me.  Gross.  He started bringing things to work like a pamphlet to a history lecture on criminals from the area.  This sounds cool, but he wants me to go with him and that is not COOL.   

I attract rapey creepers.  This is FACT.   I don't know what it is, people tell me I'm just too nice.  I guess it's time to be a bitch.  

In other news, I've been playing Dead Island, an Xbox 360 game, and find it to be relaxing.  Bashing in the heads of Jersey Shore cast members and overly tan sorority girl zombies is actually quite chill.  I don't like driving the trucks though.  What is up with that?  Grand Thft Auto is the SAME THING, PLEASE MAKE IT EASIER TO DRIVE VEHICLES IN XBOX GAmES!!   You're always running over trees and mailboxes like a drunk after prom joy rider and smacking innocent old ladies in the back of the head with your rear views.  It's messed up.  

I know I'm funny.

Any who.  I'm off to go pick up the dog duty Indy left in my hallway 10 minutes ago.


Laurel


 

Time to get Serious, Deadly Serious.

I haven't blogged in ages and I think since I'm about to start a transitional period and it's opportune time for it.  Plus since I don't have a phone and such anyone who cares about what's happening in my life can't talk to me.  So here's your way of seeing if I'm alive.

More to come.  


Laurel

Back to Blogging

Well, some updates are in order....

I have a new roommate, this is good and bad.  Good because my rent is 1/2ed and I like having him around.  Bad because those raves I have alone with my dogs can no longer occur.  It's time to pack up the strobe light and fog machine.  Another unfortunate thing is that I can no longer dance around the house alone wearing a purple poncho and dancing (swaying?) around to Africa.  

I'd say that's enough of the the weird facts about me.  Some may of which could be true.... (raises eyebrow suggestively)

I've been running again... trying to do about 2 miles a day, though I've been tired the last 2 days and not run...  I will today!! Mwhaha!  Or not.

Another goal is to keep the house cleaner this next 2 months.  Make actual efforts.  It's hard, but it's happening. 

Also, I will be going one month without DEW.  This a big deal even though I went almost 2 years without it before, I am SHOCKINGLY (had to be in caps)  more addicted than I was then.  To keep me occupied when I am going through withdrawals I will be making circumstantially appropriate music videos.  I have a few in mind than will knock your socks off.   Hopefully you don't posses any foot odor issues, or we might have to postpone that brilliance.




Lastly, I have taken it upon myself to watch ALL Star Trek EVER, so more updates and opinions on that coming up.

Laurel

Sorry

I have so many pictures to post on here and write about, but I just never seem to have time. Sadly, when I do, I don't have the tools to do so. I will do so as soon as I figure out all this and have some time. A lot has happened in the last few months, and I'm sure my rabid readers are just sweating with anticipation to hear about.


Laurel

Truths

Not for the faint of heart.

Here's a few things you may or may not know about me that aren't "kosher" in some circles...

1. I laugh at jokes that some (ahem, most) people
would find offensive or sick. Example:

2. I hate, and I mean HATE or for lack of a better word, ABSOLUTELY LOATHE the sound children singing. ESPECIALLY songs such as "Jesus Loves the Little Children" and "Jesus Loves Me." Why? It could be that the combination of their terrible harmonizing skills and badly written songs just "strike a bad note" with me, but it's time you know this.

3. Chewing gum is disgusting. It is both repugnant and repulsive. I just thought you should know how I really feel. Avoid doing it in my presence, because I won't be listening to a word you're saying, I'll just be counting the seconds until you spit (another nasty habit) that shit into the trash. Honestly, I'm just trying to out these things now, just so I don't randomly blow up on you on one of those "last straw" days...

4. For some reason I do not find children's everyday achievements........ interesting. " Look! He/she can read!" Well, frankly, in this society, he/she has to learn sometime to survive. It's a necessity and everyone needs to learn.
"Ohh he/she can eat with a fork now!! Isn't that cool? Isn't that neat!?!" No, no, it's not. Whether or not he/she can eat with a fork is not a concern of mine.

5. I swear like a sailor. Some of you know this, and I know who finds it disagreeable and who doesn't. Please note that those of you who don't like it should note that I do TRY VERY HARD not to do it in your presence. Be thankful. Now I've heard all the arguments against the swearing, and I have one thing to say. For the Christians I know, swears are MAN'S INVENTION. The only swear to God is taking the Lord's name in vain. Also, if you use words like, "poo" or "darn" or "fudge" in place of so-called swear words, it's just like saying the word! You mean the same thing, whether or not you use the word itself or not doesn't matter, what matters that you meant in the "wrong" way. Consider that.

6. I know I'm not always easy to get along with. I have a hard time dealing with myself sometimes so I feel your pain.

7. I am an independent. Politically speaking. Wanna know who I'd vote for? A horses ass, because it would do better to have something that can't make any decisions in office than someone who is incompetent in office or a figure head/pawn. Just my opinion.

8. I find nothing wrong with porn or erotic literature. That's just my opinion.

9. I find nothing wrong with gays/trannys/homosexuals/hermaphrodites. Except the ones with OBNOXIOUS lisps they didn't previously have....

10. I find only one thing wrong with weed. It makes people a bit unproductive, and some more than others. On the other hand, it helps some with social disorders and depression. Use responsibly, that's all I can say, not while you're driving, and not while you're working.

I suppose that's enough shock for one day.

Laurel

Much to Blog About

I moved.

I got a job.

I got a parking ticket. (my first!)

I found and apartment.





More to come.