Clever got me this far, tricky got me in...

I should have become a hairdresser

2006-09-26T21:29:00.000-07:00

...because THEN i would somehow know the correct way to tell people how to cut my hair. apparently when you get your hair cut, you have to tell them the opposite of how you want it. everytime i need a cut, i explain in detail how i would like my hair cut...how long, what style, etc. I even bring a picture. EVERY TIME i being a picture. even with all the visual aids, the damn people cut my hair the exact opposite of what i want. today i told the lady NOT to cut my hair so short that she would have to shave the back. five minutes later i had clippers on my neck. i was too mad to say anything (which must mean i was really mad because i normally have zero problem voicing my thoughts). now i look like a butch lesbian who just had a haircut in a mental faciltiy . so what's a girl to do? i cried all day about it. now i have to insist that i am, in fact, not a butch lesbial mental patient. AND i have to listen to people say how much they like it when they are really thinking "she sure does look like that butch lesbial mental patient i saw on that lifetime movie last week".

also, i put my notice in at work!!! yeah!! i only have five more weeks of selling damn gloves. who sells gloves anyway? quitting this job will be like a breaking up with someone. it'll be uncomfortable to a little while, but i'll sure be happy once it's over.

speaking of breakups...ah...nevermind

emily, amy, and I got an apartment in dallas this weekend! it's lovely. they will be moving in the first of November but i wont move until late dec or early january.

i got called as Relief Society teacher again. this calling is stalking me. apparently i have a lot to learn. if i get that same calling in dallas, i will cry. here's to teaching wonderful lessons the next three months so i never have to do it again. crap...i'm so gonna get called as a teacher until my attitude changes.

it's fall again and you know what that means!!! my pink boots can be worn again.

if anyone is interested, christine's blog is : http://www.uclanteaandcrumpets.blogspot.com/

i'd love to be in england too. someday when i'm rich, married to a wealthy man, and have a haircut that does not resemble a butch lesbial mental patient

****DISCLAIMER****
i dont intend to offend ayone else with short hair. it just looks bad on me. i'm too fat and pudgy for a short haircut. it is a well known fact that if i do not style my short haircut properly and apply make-up....i look EXACTLY like Charlise Theron in Monster. She played a butch lesbian serial killer...close enough to my mental patient look.

i'm baaaaack!

2006-07-09T18:38:00.000-07:00

In the world of myspace, there is almost next to zero privacy, so I refuse to blog there. good hell...I just realized i'm 28 and i'm on myspace. what has my world come to? anyway, i'm happy that only a few people read things here...so here i am.

the past 6 months have been VVG. that's very very good in bridgett jones language. and believing that i am bridgett, i'm having a hard to adjusting to the no boyfriend world. it sucks. even though it kinda sucked before, and i wanted to break up with him...it still...sucks. i sure use lots of ....'s dont i? cant help it. jason was the most normal of all the boys.

i saw Lady In The Water this weekend. I wanted to punch myself in the face halfway through it. I'm a penny-pincher, and since I paid $5 to see it, I watched the whole thing. I would advise everyone to not see it, but if you do, give me a call afterwards and we can bitch about how much we both want those two hours back.

On a lighter note. The Sonic Man has reappeared into my life! It's been a year and a half since we've dated (meaning me going through the drive-thru and him giving me my route 44 diet coke) and he still remembered my name. Holla!

I havent done anything to embarrass myself lately...minus that one night in Dallas after the dance. I should probably formally apologize to Amber, Mike, Jasmine, and Emily. Rar. Thank goodness there are no pictures. Blackmail is getting expensive these days.

i have pink boots!

2005-12-24T15:41:00.000-08:00

i have decided to blog. the day have come. i have nothing to say, but so much crap will flow frommy fingertips anyway :) here we go...

so i decided i wanted a pair of pink cowgirl boots for christmas. melissa got some, and they are to-die-for! of course, being a girl, i had to ask melissa's permission to get the same shoes because some girls are a little wierd like that and get all boo-hooy when they think someone is copying them...so silly! anyway, she gave me the 'ok' so mom agreed to get them for me as a christmas gift (they are quite expensive, so thank you mom). left me first explain that this is not a rash decision. i have found my inner cowgirl. in my quest for cowgirlhood, i came to realize i have for the past 20 years been suppressing the real me. it turns out that when i was little, i had a favorite pair of red cowgirl boots that i wore with everything. i also had a cool cowgirl leather belt with my name branded in it. i just found the belt not long ago. it's so little it wont even fit around my dog. for whatever reasons, i have suppressed the country chick within, but when i saw melissa's pink boots, somethin tugged at my heart and i HAD TO HAVE THEM!!!!

*disclaimer* the boots are brown at the bottom, so you dont see the pink unless i pull my pant leg up....which is an delightful suprise to everyone because i am oft seen pulling up my pant leg in the most peculiar of places like HEB.

anyhoo, i have little experience in buying country clothes etc. We went to Cavender's Boot City and i started my quest to find my pink boots. We walked up an ddown the isles forever to no avial...i couldnt find them anywhere. i started trying on other boots to see if i might like them better, but they fit funny and they were not PINK! in frustration, i kept going on and on about how i just didnt see any pink boots anywhere. doh! in my frustration i notice a guy chuckling to himself. well, it turns out i was in the men's section. doh! after further inspection i found the ladies section and got my boots. after a 40 minute wait in line, they were mine....yeah!

i've worn them almost everywhere. today i was cleaning house in a t-shirt and capri pants. i decided to wear my boots with them. it's a great look. infact, i'm in the same outfit now :) i took the trash out in this outfit a minute ago and my mom was worried i would get made fun of. who cares? i have pink boots!!! i told amber i would were this outfit in a store if she paid me...she's thinking about it.

amber does not like the new me i am afraid. at least the country listening me. i used to listen to country 10% of the time..now its 50%. i also went country dancing. cowboy's in wranglers used to bother me...hmmm, not a problem anymore.

in unrelated news i amobsessed with jimmy stewart. he's is/was/always will be a great man, and i love him....cowboy or not.

HQ

2005-08-28T08:54:00.000-07:00

Yesterday Emily, Amber, Christine, and I went to a YSA lake activity. We went to Stillhouse Hollow lake...wow! Why had we never been there before? The water was perfect and so clear! Lots of people showed up, which is always a bonus. Brother Hodson brought a boat and raft..whoohoo! I suppose, like any single girl, we all went to the activity with thoughts of meeting someone cool...not even like a boyfriend...just a cool, "normal" who will be fun to hang out with. With all the freaks we meet on a continual basis, we still always hold out some hope that there will be someone normal in the crowd. Wrong. Very wrong. There were some normals, but they didnt talk to me. Instead, there was Daniel.

*Warning* The following story is true. None of the names have been changed in hopes that Daniel will run across this blog and want to hide his huge head in the sand forever. Any and all events can been documented and verified by several sources.

After some swimming, we finally got a turn to ride on the boat. Everything was fabulous! Everyone got to take turns driving the boat. During the switch-up of drivers, this boy with an abnormally large head sat by me. By large head, i mean its a freaking helicopter landing pad. It's huge. He has the nickname HQ. It stands for Headquarters. Instead of enjoying the boatride and scenery, I had to listen to him ramble on and on about who knows what. Get a clue buddy, we are on a speed boat, I cant hear a word you are saying. I didnt want to be rude, so I just nodded my head and said "yeah" a lot. The more he talked, the more mouth foam he produced. White bits gathered at the corners of his mouth and when he talked, white strings were flowing in the wind. I dry-heaved and had to turn my head. *i'm on the verge of puking right now* When the boat ride was over, we all jumped out for a swim. I swam fast, far far away from him and the boat. I turn around, and holy crap! he's two inches from me. I'm starting to think this guy is a total freak. The next two hours were spent dodging him in the water. However, no mater how fast I swam, the freak followed me everywhere. He went under the water and grabbed my legs. Bastard. I told him to stop. "ok" he said. He did it again. I told him to stop and that I DO NOT like to play in the water. "ok, you have my word". He said that when the boat came back with the raft that I would have to go on it with him. Hell no. He assured me he was medic-trained and that I had no need to worry. Hell no. After dodging him for an hour, he finally swims away. Yes! He returns shortly though, hugging a floating ball. He informs me that he got the ball so that I can use his body as a flotation devise. WHAT?! He says he doesnt want me to use all my strength treading water. During the course of events, Kenny jokes around about proposing to me. the freak yells, "Stand in line! I'm trained in survival, so if we fight, I'll totally win". At one point, Jason started skipping rocks. I comment how cool that is, so the freak goes over and starts throwing rocks for 10 minutes. While he's distracted, Emily and I swim far away. He lurks and watches us for 30 minutes. He finally got out. Whew! I'm am rid of him! I decide to wait for him to leave before i get out of the water. He never leaves. An hour passes. He's still there. I see him talking to someone and pointing at me, so I wait some more. When I finally do get out of the water, I find that he is taking pictures and videos of me. Bastard! I yell at him and tell him that is rude. He asked if we could have our picture taken together. No! I told him I looked nasty after spending 6 hours in the water. He got very serious, and said, "Dont say that Angela. You look beautiful." That's just sick. I know exactly how I looked, and if liked that, then he needs to be shot. Then he asked me out. Good thing the dummy doesnt have a car otherwise I would be in trouble. I had to say yes because there were other people listening...what else could I do? He has my number, but I'll be sure not to answer any strange phone calls anytime soon.

Last night Emily, Christine and I stayed up late, our minds still hurting from the experience. Eventhough they weren't the one's being mentally and physically accosted, they felt my pain.

I learned a lesson from it all. You simply cant be nice to freaks. You give them an inch, and before you know it, thier oversized head with spit bits, crazy eyes, and slanted mouth are all over you.

Money spent buying burgers for 40 people: $60
Gas money spend on traveling to the activity: $6
The experience of being molested in every way by a freak egg-head: Priceless

My Dad wrote "Top 10" lists for me

2005-08-23T22:15:00.000-07:00

Top 10 things overheard when Angels is on the phone:

10. No, Jake!
9. He's ten years younger than me...again!
8. I'm not sure I'm going to like him because I graduated with his mom and she was a brat
7. I'm gonna teach drivers ed so I can get the young guys in my car
6. I like bringing guys around to my political view, but it gets me down when they're too young to vote.
5. My boyufriend can't leave campus at lunch, but he can stay up til 10 o'clock
4. I threw another pencil at Justin. Come to think of it, I throw pencils at all the guys my age.
3. None of my boyfriends have ever filed a tax return but they get pretty good allowances.
2. I like to hang out wiht Christine because she's got the hook-up with the primary guys.
1. It really turns me on when they call me Sister Kirkham

ohh wait...it gets better.

Top 10 things said by Angela on a date:

10. Dont argue with me. you know its safer to sit backwards in your car-seat!
9. Wendy's or Sonic is fine with me but either way i'm going to burp you
8. I think 'somebody' needs a nap
7. your long pants make you look like such a big boy
6.I'm going to give you a lollipop fo rnot crying at the barber
5. I'll have the filet mignon and he'll have a Similac
4. thanks for going on a date with me, and yes, i'm sure i'm the Tooth-Fairy
3. If you dont go to prom with me, i'm not giving you that Sponge-Bob Square-Pants lunch box
2. Power Rangers, Power Rangers! Can we just watch Friends?
1. I'm taking you back to Mommy now, because I think I smell a stinky.

haha...yes, very funny. believe me, there's a lot more where this came from. fun at my expense! Pretty accurate though, I have to say.

Mother Nature, or whatever

2005-08-03T19:22:00.000-07:00

to all those who dont know me, let me introduce myself. My name is Angela... I'm normal 15% of the time and an idiot the other 75%.

I feel better now having said that.

Do you ever wonder what people are up to at random times during the day? I always wonder to myself, "What's Lindsay Lohan (or some other Hollywood twit) doing while i'm waking up at the crack of dawn to drive to work where I dont make $100,000 for endorsing orange tan spray"?

I learned my friend was in the ICU this weekend and nearly died. Wow. What was i doing at that moment? Probably swimming, star-gazing around a campfire, or shopping. I have no point. Just a thought. It's just so wierd to me.

What's George Bush's day like? Does the guy ever sleep? He's busier than I am an he still finds time to excercise and I can't find an hour to get my butt to the gym. I wonder if he has a favorite flavor of Blue Bell ice cream. Do you think he has HEB Hill-Country-Fair products at his ranch? I think it would be really fun to chill with George for a day or two. He has a truck!

My dad was watching TV's funniest bloopers tonight. I like to hear my dad laugh...especially when i'm in another room and i can hear him laugh so hard he starts to cough. He has a contageous laugh. I'm happy he's 54.

There's this guy who sits behind me in my statistics class. He's fat, hairy, and talks a lot. Did i mention irritating? Stats is not easy for me..i have to hang on every word my professor says. While trying to listen...the fat, hairy man will say, "Now what did he just say? Did you hear what he just said? I didnt hear how to solve the problem". I'll ignore him but he keeps on til i answer him. Even if i know the answer, I just say, "I dont know" and turn back around. Still, wouldnt you know in the two seconds it took me to say that, I am somehow completely lost and on my way to failing stats. My jaw starts to stick out I want to shove the hairy man over, full well knowing that if I did, he wouldnt be able to get up for 30 min...which is all the time I need to learn what my professor needs to teach me. If the fat, hairy guy was deaf, I would have pitty on him. But he's not. The reason he cant hear anything is because he typing emails and checking out Ebay. He seems to be a fairly good typist...I know that because he types fast and loud the entire f-ing class. Even today, during our final...yes, while everyone else was scrawling out equations, the fat, hairy beast was f-ing typing an f-ing email! The only thing that saved that fat, hairy, f-ing beast was the fact that I had studied and knew what I was doing. Because believe me, if I had been needing the extra concentration, that fat, hairy, beast of a man would have been toast. Which brings me to another thought...perhaps I should save such anger for people like this fat, hiary beast in stead of bestowing it upon my friends who I tend to throw hissy-fits and highlighters at. Yes, good idea. I will be mean to those fat, hairy beasts who deserve it , and not mean to those who dont.

For those who want to see that fat, hairy f-ing beast, I unfortunately have a class with him this fall. I will sneek a picture of him and post it for all to see. I'm also sure there will be more...many more...fat, hairy man stories to tell once that class starts.

birds

2005-07-14T10:23:00.000-07:00

i know nothing about birds. do pregnant birds fly? i dont think i have ever seen a pregnate bird flying around...maybe a pigeon...but they always look fat and preggo. if it doesnt fly when pregnant, who feeds it? the doting male birdie? how long are they pregnant for? do they lay all of thier eggs at the same time or one a day...or one an hour....or every 5 min? they cant possibly have all 5 eggs inside thier tiny litty bodies at once. then again, maybe they do lay them all at once because they tend to all hatch at the same time right? i just dont know!!

oh what a tangled web we weave...

2005-07-10T20:09:00.000-07:00

it seems my blogs are more like a teenage girl's diary entry. i cant help it. i wish i had cool things to post like justin or cool things to say like amber. i like the way she writes. as for me...i tend to go on about a bunch of silliness. so here's to another diary entry:

Dear Blogger,

Its been quite an eventful past few weeks. I quit my job on a Friday, had a job interview that same Friday and went to work at my new job the following Monday. I was a bit worried about this job at first, but i like it a lot. I sell gloves to stores all over the country. I'm in charge of 12 states. Seeing how 12 is my favorite number it doesnt get much better than that. I know everything there is know know about deerskin, elkskin, pigskin, goatskin, buffalo skin, cowskin, PVC, gardening, cotton, bullriding, and horseriding gloves. I like the office i work in and the people are really cool. Turns out one of them is a barfly at the Cryin Shame and she know's my drunk cousin Tommy really well. The owner is a hick with a deep accent and leathery skin. He owns the field behind our buiding and he likes to hop on his tractor every once in a while to plow the field. He also grows peas in a garden behind the building. He says he'll grow em and I can pick em if I want to. I havent wanted to yet but I will. I think that will make him happy.

Elizabeth, Melissa, Jason, David and I went camping last weekend. Amber came for a while but went home Friday night :( Turned out to be quite an eventful few days. Jason and David saved a kid from drowning. It was quite scary and it freaked me out. We also hid from the park rangers while swimming in the dark. Ha ha! We went back to the campsite after swimming. Cooked hotdogs and smores. We set a big tent up but no one used it. You would think having raccoons and armadillos walking up to us would make us want to use the tent...but no. I got kissed by Jason. I'm such an idiot sometimes. Another youngin' for me. I have GOT to find a old man soon so that his age can couteract with the young ages of these boys. I told Keller about my kissing situation and he told me I need to stop kissing guys I dont really like because then the guys I really like wont take me very seriously. He has a point. I do find it irronic though that he tells me this right after he says he cant go a month without kissing and that he make out with someone the night before. Grrr. Such a double standard. I'm a ho if I get kissed every 6 months, but guys can kiss someone new every month and it's ok. I know what you are thinking: "Who writes about this stuff in a blog?!" Well, I do...so...ha! Anyway, no one got much sleep on the campout. We learned really fast that Dave is a grump in the morning. It's ok though because he's a funny grump. The more mean he got the more we laughed.

We went to watch fireworks on Sunday in Gatesville and Monday at Fort Hood. Since meeting Melissa, I have seen more fireworks in the past 6 months that I have in my whole life. It's awesome. At Fort Hood we had clearance to sit near the pyrotechnics field. We parked the van and set up a table to make sandwiches. Every 30 min or so different groups of MP's would ask us what we were doing and glared at us for being parked in the field. We would just point at the license plate on the van and they would laugh and ride away. The license plate reads "EXPLODE".

This Thursday I turn 27. Make me want to barf my brains out. How did this happen? I'm going to have my mom double check the year I was born. Maybe I'm really just 25 going on 26. Yeah...that's the ticket.

I would write more silliness but I need my sleep. Perhaps I will dream about the two new guys who are in our ward. They are going to law school at Baylor and just graduated from U of U. Lovely. Justin , if you are reading this, I have a proposal for you. How about I get to know the girl so that I can introduce you to her....and YOU get to know the guys so you can introduce them to me? Lovely. No sissy business.

2005-06-02T21:03:00.000-07:00

Have you ever wanted someone to call you so bad and when it happens it was well worth the wait? Or really wanted someone to call you and you could have really done without the chat once it was over? Just checking.

Have you ever stayed up really really late no absolutely no good reason even though you are so tired your eyes are bleeding? I find myself in this situation nearly every night. For whatever reasons, I rarely go to bed before 2 am. I dont know why...it's not like i'm getting anything important done. sometimes I'll be soooo tired when it's midnight, but i simply cant fall alseep because it's just not my 2 am bedtime. I need to cure myself of this. Every morning i get up for work and curse myself for not going to bed earlier...but every night the same thing happens. I have learned to function on 5-6 hrs of sleep on a daily basis which is crazy-sad because i looove to sleep. It's 11 pm right now. I'm really tired from a long day but in my mind i have three more hours to go. Crap. I dont think i'll make it to 2 am tonight (yes, i will).

Have you ever hated something so much you feel your body chemicals change? That's what happens to me when i hear techno music. OK, i have learned to like a handful of techno music, so i suppose i dont hate all of it. The techno music i hate is the stuff you hear at the gym...crap artists who sing to mind-numbing techno beats with the occasional "oh baby yeah" echoing in the background. When I hear techno music, my blood boils and slowly turns to venom. With every beat of this crap music my mind thinks of how i can hurt the person singing and/or playing the 'music'. I realize that because i have written this, most of my friends will now find every opportunity to torture me with every vile and repulsive type of techno they can find. oh well.

ok, i'm tired now. its 11:53pm. gotta go get ready for bed for the next 2 hours.

2005-05-12T11:42:00.000-07:00

I am about 1000% sure I look like an idiot here. Even worse, it looks like I have an upper-lip-red-blotchy-mustache problem. I take comfort in knowing that Mike looks like an idiot as well. Look at those new and improved deltoids on Mike...whoa!

Glenn Beck on Ice

2005-05-09T15:44:00.000-07:00

Christine and I with my hero, Glenn Beck.

Amber, Christine and I went to San Antonio last week to see Glenn Beck. He's pretty much the coolest guy ever in my book...although I don't have very many cool guys in my book as of yet. However, if the list ever grew, it's safe to say that Glenn would still be at the very top.

2005-05-06T00:11:00.000-07:00

Me and "Hot David". Davidians UNITE!

2005-05-05T23:58:00.000-07:00

He loves me!

You can take the girl out of the ghetto but....

2005-05-01T22:32:00.000-07:00

I had a wonderful weekend with Christine, Elizabeth, and Melissa in San Antonio. We worked at the temple opening for a looong six hours, but it was well worth it. We were really tired that night, so we grabbed a bite to eat and then headed to our hotel. Turns out our hotel was in crazy ghetto land where the front desk lady yelled at us while checking in and creepy drunk people stared at us as we went to the elevator. Our room wasn't as nice as the internet picture. (Side note, I dont think people who have their pictures on the internet are totally truthful about thier appearance as well. I know I usually pick the most flattering picture, but if people saw the real angela, they would say...'ummm..pass') So, you see, the hotel internet picture was much better than the real life deal. There was no extra couch or mini kitchen. There were holes in the wall, lose tiles, and cigarette butts and an oddly placed two-way looking mirror covering an entire wall. To make matters worse, the fire alarm went off three times that night (no fire though) and the sound of police cars were ever present....probably because of the crack house behind the hotel. This may sound not-so-fun, but it was worth it because we got the hotel room for free after complaining. LUCKY!!

Needless to say, there wasn't much sleep on this trip. Which made coming home all the better. Isn't is always nice to come home to a nice bed to take a nap in? But best of all...very best of all...my bathroom had been remodeled thanks to Justin, Amber, and my mom. Yeah! My bathroom used to be a concrete floor with two miserable rugs. They (mainly Justin from what I hear) measured my bathroom, all the nooks and crannies...even around the toilet...to get a perfect fit to cut the carpet. I left my house thinking i was destined to always have a ghetto conveniece store bathroom, and came back to a full fledged normal, All-American bathroom. LUCKY!! I dont know what got into them....doesn't matter. I love it. Thanks very very much Justin, Amber, and Mom :)

blarby blarby blarby

2005-04-23T22:01:00.000-07:00

I just gonna type tonight with no particular thing to say. We went to the McKinley's party tonight...it was really cool. I wish i were cool enough to be a Mckinley. hmmm. Her brother matt is cute. maybe i can marry him. no. he wont have me. I need to think of another plan. Maybe i can just pitch my tent in thier yard for a little bit. They have outside bathrooms now and they soon planning on making an outside shower. now that i think about it, they have sinks, a fridge, freezer and tables outside too. yup. i think this might work. then, if i'm sly i can trade my tent for one of those sheds that looks like a barn...the nice kind with windows. pretty soon they will think i am thiers and i'll be a mckinley. sweeet. this will work out, i can feel it.

i was on the phone with matt today and the connection got all messed up. turns out, he could hear me but i couldnt hear him. i was pretty sure he could here me so i just kept talking. thats my problem. i should have just hung up when there was silence. i have a problem with silence though. ask anyone that knows me. i hate it. instead of just shutting up, i have to talk nonsense. like today, i just kept rambling on and on about a bunch of crap. if i had been matt, i would have thought "dang girl. shut up already." haha. its ok though. maybe someday the gift of nonsense will come in handy for me.

it's nearly may and i have a little heater on b/c i'm cold. how silly is that? not very now that i think about it.

i'm tired. i think i need to think some more about the tent situation at the mckinleys. yup, thats what i'm gonna do. g'night.

I have a disease...it's freakin AWESOME!

2005-04-16T12:35:00.000-07:00

I have a disease...and it's spreading like the plauge. It called "David Is Freakin HOT Disease". I guess that makes it HIS disease, because he's the hot one, but...ummm...i cuaght it and now it is spreading. Christine, Amber, and Emily are also manifesting symptoms. You know you are infected when the following symptoms occur:
- shortness of breath
- think he's HOT
- uncontrollable need to hold his hand
- willingly giving out free backrubs
- breaking out in song about his beautiful...everything
- think he's HOT
- wishing you are not old enough to have been his babysitter years ago (DANG!)
- staring...but who cares. He's HOT
- wanting to take his picture while he's on the hood of the car and making a David calendar
- hopeing that every second of his wrestling matches brings him closer to taking his shirt off
- the uncontrollable need to fist fight every girl who looks his way
- constant state of euphoria and hot flashes
- coming up with excuses for him to show off his eight pack...any excuse will do
- really thinking he's hhhhhhhhot!

ummm. anyway. it's hot in here. i'm gonna go call David before Christine and Amber enter the secondary stage of this wonderful, blissful, thankfully uncureable disease. wish me luck. who freaking cares if he's 19.

Prince and me

2005-04-03T11:08:00.000-07:00

it's like this...I will never have a baby with a man i meet from a phone dating service. as much as i want to...hmmm...no. he could give me a fake name or somethin. plus, what if he says he looks like Prince on the phone, but he's really just a skinny white guy with bad facial hair. before i know it, he will leave me and i'll have to walk to Wal-Mart in my flip-flops to pay for my own drink! hell no, not me....i think internet dating and internet babies are much safer.

Dam birds

2005-03-31T23:32:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I went walking at the dam. Two buzzards followed me the entire length of my 2.5 mile walk. Not kidding. The ENTIRE time. They just hovered over me, then glided along side me the whole fricking time. Occasionally, they would fly a little ahead or behind me, but I know they had their eyes on me. They were just waiting for me to drop dead so they could pluck my lovely green eyes out...I hear green eyes are quite a delectable.

2005-03-27T21:44:00.000-08:00

My love

Once upon a time

2005-03-26T11:37:00.000-08:00

Once, when I was 10 or so, my friend Kim and I were SUPER bored. so we decided to get some plastic zip-lock bags and fill them with water. What we did with these water-filled bags was nothing short of disturbing. We drew faces on them and called them our 'water babies'. We probably named them, but I don't remember the names. We took the water babies on a walk around the neighborhood...afterall, even water babies need a little fresh air. We were almost home when we saw some boys down the street. I yelled something at them and they started to run after us...water babies and all. My friend and I were so scared that we threw our water babies down and ran home. Hmmmm...Yeah, I'm not so sure of my instictive mothering skills anymore.

what i am is what i am...

2005-03-22T22:31:00.000-08:00

I am.... A ballet/tap/jazz/gymnastics quitter, loud singer, eternal student, aquantaince, friend, best friend, daughter, sister, granddaughter, cousin, niece, 'aunt angela', Bridget by nature, failure, winner, happy, busy, sonic lover, ok driver, football hater, conservative, republican, shy, part time worker, obsessive cleaner, therapist, obnoxious, bargain buyer, mostly healthy, Glenn Beck fan, girlfriend to pretend boyfriends, tax payer, church goer, moody, Cancer, swimmer, traveler, summer lover, poor in money, rich in love, green M&M lovin', LDS, book reader, magazine buyer, sympathy giver, funny, stick-in-the-mud, texan, american, supporter, overwhelmed, content, diet coke addict, responsible, moody, appreciative, goofy, 20/20, artist....and most of all....I am totaly stealing this idea from Amber.

Egg Head

2005-03-08T22:21:00.000-08:00

I was in class today looking for something in my purse and i came across the hard boiled egg (with the shell) my Grandma made me take home last monday....that makes the egg 8 days old. I hope Grandma isn't too mad I wasted that egg.

The way the world should be...according to me

2005-03-03T11:45:00.000-08:00

Generaly speaking, I'm a person who gets irritated often. I'm working on it :) There are some things, however, that will eterally get on my nerves.

*Paris Hilton gets on my nerves. She gets paid to breath and that's plain irritating.

*Taking amimals and babies by way of annimation are also irritating. If there is a commerical or movie with at 'talking' baby or animal I have the sudden urge to shut my eyes, hold my hands over my ears and chant "make it go away, make it go away".

*People who have handicap stickers on thier car who dont really need it. There's a guy in my class who bragged about getting one just so he could get a closer parking spot at school. What an idiot! I'm gonna sic my vicious dog Rocky on that guy someday so that he'll need that handicap sticker.

*People who can't get 'to' and 'too or 'thier' and 'there' straight.

*NE ways, CU L8R, Y R U so GR8.....etc, etc. It takes more time to type that way than to just type the whole word.

*It's irritating when people pass you in the hallway and refuse to make eye contact. How silly is that?

*Garrett Lewis is one of the most irritating people in Waco. He gets paid to know nothing about everything. I could go on and on about him...but that would be irritating.

*People who hit PRINT thirty times because it ditn't print within five seconds of hitting the PRINT button

*When the can says 'New and Improved' but the thing is actually been around forever, so it's not new and the company changed the color or shape of a chip not really making it improved...just a different shape or color.

*Group projects for a class. Or more precisely, the one goof in the group who does nothing.

*Old people who talk in class way too much. They are the reason the class lasts the entire three hours. Without thier comments we could be done in thirty minutes.

*When people dont invite you places, assuming you didn't want to go. That's just rude.

*Buying a new highlighter and it's all dried up the firsttime you try to use it.

*Unicorns and dolls

*Stuffed animals in the car (dashboard, stuck to the window, back seat)

*When little kids have snot...I mean major thick snot running out of thier nose and it looks like it's been there forever. It's not the kids that are irritting. It's not even the snot. The parents who don't wipe the snot away so that other people dont have to gag when they look at it are irritating.

The list could go on and on. NE ways, CC U L8R!

My new boyfriend

2005-02-27T20:24:00.000-08:00

It all started so innocently when the new Sonic (my favorite sonic!) opened a few months ago on Valley Mills. Let me first say that this particular Sonic is my favorite for two reasons...First, it has a handy dandy drive-thru. Second, this location is the only Sonic that offers happy-hour in which drinks are half off between 2 and 5 pm during the week. With these special perks, I have been a dovoted fan of this Sonic. About two weeks into visiting my new favorite Sonic, the drive-thru guy had started to make little jokes about how he sees me there so often. well, crap...i'm an addict. i suppose this type of thing should embarrass me... but come on! the drinks are half off and i am cheap! (and by cheap i mean frugal, not whorish) who cares if the guy knows what I am going to order before I even get the chance to order it myself? i have a budget and an addiciton, and happy hour at sonic provided the solution for both. after some refletion, i did start to feel a bit embarrassed so I decided to go visit other sonics in order to keep my dirty addiction a secret. I vowed I would only go through his location twice a week in order to prove to the sonic man that I was not an addict and that I could go several days without my diet coke....afterall, he didnt know i was visiting other sonics. this, of course, didnt last very long. i was a junkie for a cheap drink. i soon found myself going back to happy hour every other day....then everyday. like a true addict, i lied to the guy at the drive through. i told him the drinks i was ordering weren't for me....they were for my boss, my friend, my sister, my mom....anyone but me! he would just smile, take my money, and wish me a good day. he was nice. so nice that after a few more visits i didn't feel it was necessary to lie anymore. since i have stopped lying, our relationship has really grown. it's been a few months now. he doesn't know this, but the sonic drive-thru guy is my new boyfriend. ok, so we only date 35-40 seconds a day, monday through friday, between the hours of 2 and 5 pm....but i think thats enough to build a lasting relationship on. some people think he's only my boyfriend bacause i pay him on a daily basis...not true. i have had coupons for FREE drinks and he his still just as nice to me. I gave him a valentine on valentine's day. he MUST be my boyfriend! i dont know his name yet, but he knows mine so that has to count for something. plus, he's old...silver hair and OLD! what more could i ask for. it only he were bald....i'll give it a few years. that's only 520 more visits. by then, he will be the perfect man. Maybe I should drink more water.

My very first blog

2005-02-15T21:22:00.000-08:00

I am joining the blogging world. I feel it is my duty. What choice do I have really? If I don't then my blogging friends will continue to go on and on about 'blog this' and 'blog that' and I will be left behind. I like to drive with the windows down and the heater on when its cold outside.