This will be a long one... Its in sections, though (Jan 8, 2008)

Current mood:sick

Last month:

I went with Lauren to see Trans Siberian Orchestra. It was MAD crazy awesome! It blew every other show right out of the water. MY GOD....!! There was a laser show and fog and OMG the pyrotechnics were astounding! I could go into a rant right here and now. And that's not even to touch on the fact that the music is enchanting, and whimsical  and thunderous and beautiful and OMG it was awesome. And there was a violin player that kept jumping up and running around the stage and she'd bend over backwards while playing and she was sliding on her knees all over the stage and everything. Really a rocking show for Christmas music. Which brings me to.....

Christmas:
Sucked. I was at work both Christmas Eve and Day. How lame is that? I didn't get to see the family. Didn't get to see Trent. No nothing. Lame.

Other: 
Darrick Hensley (most of you don't know him, but its important anyway) randomly showed up at my gas station shortly before New Years. What a fucking blast from the past. For those of you who DON'T know, Darrick was my first boyfriend ever ever. Ah, my favorite skater. :D Anyway, we've been talking again and it's fucking GREAT to hear from him after, what..? Like, 10 years...? Its weird how, like, you know you miss someone when on occasion, something reminds you of them and then you think, man. I miss so-and-so. But that doesn't hold a candle to not seeing someone whose company you truly enjoyed on every level for years and years and then running across them suddenly, only to have them leave again, shortly thereafter. You spend time chatting about the good ol days and how awesome everything was and then they're gone again and you're sitting there like, DAMNIT. Which brings me to....!

New Years:
Darrick came by to see me one last time on New Years, as I was at work, yet again. Aside from some hard core reminiscing, nothing eventful happened that night. I was bummed because I couldn't go out and play, but so it goes, right?

The night before last:
Apparently all the crazy people escaped from the asylum that night.... In addition to the 8 (this is only counting the ones that put more than 10 minutes into it) people that came in and ran MAD game on me, there was also a 65 year old man that happens to be dating a 22 year old, who just so happens to be the sister of an ex of mine. Old Guy happens to HATE this ex, who isn't so much a decent person and screws people over. Well, when Old Guy found out that I was  his ex, he went off on a tirade about how much this guy sucks and so on and was really loud and shit and it kinda pissed me off because not only were there other customers, he was effectively preventing me from doing my side work. THEN there was a little crack-head chick and some tall black dude that came in and wanted to use the phone. I told them no, as the phone was actually broke that night. She went out and used her cell. The black dude stayed in and ran game on me. I found out later, when the back-up that the chick called arrived that the dude had just hopped into her car and wouldn't get out when she was leaving the bar. She didn't even know who he was. Etc. Yeah. I know kinda how that goes...  Anyway, that more or less set the mood for the evening and nothing much was different from then on out. REALLY fucked up night.

Bookworming:
Still reading Atlas Shrugged. I get about 3 more pages read before I fall asleep each time I pick it up. While at Trent's house this past week, i randomely (as in calculatedly...) picked up and began reading a book called The Painted Bird. Wow, what  fucked up book. Little kid, war time, orphaned, wandering from place to place, being treated like an animal the whole time. I could get into detail about the mentally scarring shit that happens to this kid, but I don't feel like typing it right now. If you're truly curious, either ask me, or read it yourself.

Home-Life:
Zak is getting his fuzzy little nuts cut off SOON. I'm making his appointment here in a few hours. I'm sick of the yowling and the pissing and really, that cat drives me fucking CRAZY.I love my kitty, don't get me wrong, but sometimes, I just want to beat him in the face with a hammer. I feel kinda bad for him right now. He has an eye infection that I'm working on clearing up. It's looking MUCH better, so I'm doing a good job, but all the same, its a pain. And I'm sure HE isn't thrilled about it. Everything else is fine. Jason goes out on the road, I steal the bed, Jason comes home, I steal the bed. I'm totally a bed pirate. But as much as I love the couch (and I do...) it doesn't compare to sprawling out on a huge comfy bed.

And NOW!!!!

I'm sick of typing. If I think I left anything out, I'll get back to it. Or I won't. You know, whatever.....