Saturday, May 14, 2005
One Classy Broad
I haven't written in a long time. This is because as of late I have been sending chapters of my "work of literary genius" to Jason, which has inspired me to write more of it. As I have mentioned in previous blogs, I am hesitant to send it to those with which I went to school, because they will formulate incorrect opinions of what the writing "means," as it starts out in "college," and I don't want people to think it's a mirror of my life, because, although it bears resemblance, it is a fictional story. That said, I will revert back to my point. (Somehow Mike's Hard Lemonade makes me use words like "revert.") Anywho...
So anyway, I've been writing more of my work of literary genius lately. I don't know if anyone from Mrs. Nicolia's class reads this blog, but if they do, they may remember that the "work of literary genius" started in Sherry Nicolia's class. I had no desire whatsoever to listen to what this power-suit-wearing, long blond haired bitch had to say about special education, so instead of paying attention in class, I began writing this cheesy story. As I wrote it, the characters kinda grew on me, and the story grew as well. Now, three years later, I am continuing the story, and developing it into something half-decent. As I will be enrolling in writing courses come fall, (A "great" fall? Perhaps...) I've been inspired to write some more, and it is becoming more and more realistic that this tale I've been formulating may actually end up somewhere important. That theory has made me pay more attention to it, and I'm glad... because I really think it's quite good. Jeremy and Leia have been part of my life for 4 years now. I can't abandon them... they're my friends in a way, and I have to make sure they end up okay, one way or another.
Anyway, the whole point of that was to explain to any blog-readers that I haven't been writing because I've been spending my writing time on other writing projects. Unfortunately this may become a constant problem when I'm writing for school all the time. Although, quite honestly, I can't freakin' wait. I'm really pumped. Anyway...
So I went to Joe Marflak (sp?)'s party tonight with Jase, his friend Flannery, (Yes, that is her name), and a girl that went to my high school, Kristen. We actually had a pretty good time... I drank a bit, and we played Uno, which I hadn't played since I was maaaaybe...... 7? So... it was a pretty good time. The party ended way too early in my humble opinion, however, so here I am. I looked cute today, too. It's a shame I wasn't out longer to expose my cuteness to the world.
Ouch. I have the hiccups.
My mother is staying with her mother, (my grandmother, obviously, for those who can't do the math.) and I've had the house to myself for more than two weeks now. It's kinda nice. However, I always thought that if I lived by myself I'd be way responsible and do everything right. I have proven myself wrong in this respect. I can count three different light fixtures whose bulbs have burnt out, and I have not had the energy to replace them. How pathetic is that? I would rather live in darkness than go to the f-ing closet and get some f-ing light bulbs. That's pretty sad. Maybe I'm really not ready for my own place. At 23 that's a pathetic thought to think, but eh.
I still have the hiccups. WTF.
For some reason as of late, I've been giving an extra amount of thought to my hot boyfriend. I feel weird, since I've been working full time and visiting my mom, practicing with the band, or hanging out with Sarah in the non-working hours. I feel like I haven't given my hot boyfriend the time that I should be giving him. He deserves better than the occasional text message saying "can't talk tonight - hell is breaking loose." Hot boyfriend, if you're reading this, you're awesome. And I can't wait to see you.
Hot boyfriend gets bashful when I bring up stuff like this, so I'll move on.
I drove Sarah to Franklin today, and met up with her parents for lunch. They are really freakin' funny people. We had a good time. I don't know why I felt the need to mention that, I just... felt the need to mention that.
I think I'd like to go visit the DC area for Memorial Day weekend. Boys/Jaime in the DC area? How would you like a visit from sexy ass Claire Whaley on Memorial Day weekend? I could do the classy thing and talk to you about it, but this whole blog thing is way too much fun. Eh, I'm sure I'll be in communications.
Speaking of my boys/Jaime in the DC area... I would just like to say that I miss my boys/Jaime in the DC area sooo freakin much. I don't know if the blog-reading public knows this or not, but the boys are the main reason that I want to have sons instead of daughters. Even though I really only saw the boys on weekends in college, somehow by some strange alignment of the planets, they got to be my second family. I don't talk to them as much as I should, and that really bums me out. I see them online and I don't send IM's because I'm tired, or something lame and alluring is on VH1, or I've just gotten home from work and just want to veg. It's sad though, because these people are very important to me, and they should know that.
Okay, what's wrong with me? I'm turning all emo for some reason. I'm all, "I love you man!" I hate it when that happens... it's probably all because of Mike and his damn hard lemonade. Or maybe it's because of girly hormonal crap. (I hate girly hormonal crap. I burst into tears in Wendy's once because I read a sign about Dave Thomas's hamburger legacy and how Wendy's will always be Dave's place.) Although, I have to say, while I'm here, and while I'm talking about Wendy's, Wendy's chicken nuggets are damn good. I don't give chicken nuggets the time of day, usually, because I'm a snob who is far above chicken nuggets. But Wendy's chicken nuggets are excellent. And they have a variety of enticing dipping sauces to accompany said nuggets. And if you get a junior cheeseburger, chicken nuggets, and a small drink, it's all on the 99 cent value menu, so it's dirt cheap. Ahhhh Wendy's.
Speaking of fast food, there's a vicious rumor spreading around the Burgh that we'll be acquiring a Skyline Chili out on route 51. I really shouldn't be talking about it, because I might just make a mess drooling all over myself. I've had to rely on my hot boyfriend to supply me with greasy amazing Skyline chili goodness for a year and a half now, and the possibility of having it within my reach makes me so elated. This is great, especially now that hot boyfriend will be leaving for grad school soon, far away from the Skyline Chili reservoir. Ahhhh... I could go for some right now. Fortunately, I have one delicious amazing can left in the cupboard. I just have to decide when the moment arrives that I need to bust it open and have myself a Skyline Chili party.
I think it's time for me to do something else. This blog is getting lengthy and creepy. But thank you for listening. Without my mother here, the only one I can talk to is the cat, and she gets bitchy after a while and leaves me for a piece of string or the little ring that comes off when you open a gallon of milk. (Why do cats love those so much???) So... yeah. I'm out.
So anyway, I've been writing more of my work of literary genius lately. I don't know if anyone from Mrs. Nicolia's class reads this blog, but if they do, they may remember that the "work of literary genius" started in Sherry Nicolia's class. I had no desire whatsoever to listen to what this power-suit-wearing, long blond haired bitch had to say about special education, so instead of paying attention in class, I began writing this cheesy story. As I wrote it, the characters kinda grew on me, and the story grew as well. Now, three years later, I am continuing the story, and developing it into something half-decent. As I will be enrolling in writing courses come fall, (A "great" fall? Perhaps...) I've been inspired to write some more, and it is becoming more and more realistic that this tale I've been formulating may actually end up somewhere important. That theory has made me pay more attention to it, and I'm glad... because I really think it's quite good. Jeremy and Leia have been part of my life for 4 years now. I can't abandon them... they're my friends in a way, and I have to make sure they end up okay, one way or another.
Anyway, the whole point of that was to explain to any blog-readers that I haven't been writing because I've been spending my writing time on other writing projects. Unfortunately this may become a constant problem when I'm writing for school all the time. Although, quite honestly, I can't freakin' wait. I'm really pumped. Anyway...
So I went to Joe Marflak (sp?)'s party tonight with Jase, his friend Flannery, (Yes, that is her name), and a girl that went to my high school, Kristen. We actually had a pretty good time... I drank a bit, and we played Uno, which I hadn't played since I was maaaaybe...... 7? So... it was a pretty good time. The party ended way too early in my humble opinion, however, so here I am. I looked cute today, too. It's a shame I wasn't out longer to expose my cuteness to the world.
Ouch. I have the hiccups.
My mother is staying with her mother, (my grandmother, obviously, for those who can't do the math.) and I've had the house to myself for more than two weeks now. It's kinda nice. However, I always thought that if I lived by myself I'd be way responsible and do everything right. I have proven myself wrong in this respect. I can count three different light fixtures whose bulbs have burnt out, and I have not had the energy to replace them. How pathetic is that? I would rather live in darkness than go to the f-ing closet and get some f-ing light bulbs. That's pretty sad. Maybe I'm really not ready for my own place. At 23 that's a pathetic thought to think, but eh.
I still have the hiccups. WTF.
For some reason as of late, I've been giving an extra amount of thought to my hot boyfriend. I feel weird, since I've been working full time and visiting my mom, practicing with the band, or hanging out with Sarah in the non-working hours. I feel like I haven't given my hot boyfriend the time that I should be giving him. He deserves better than the occasional text message saying "can't talk tonight - hell is breaking loose." Hot boyfriend, if you're reading this, you're awesome. And I can't wait to see you.
Hot boyfriend gets bashful when I bring up stuff like this, so I'll move on.
I drove Sarah to Franklin today, and met up with her parents for lunch. They are really freakin' funny people. We had a good time. I don't know why I felt the need to mention that, I just... felt the need to mention that.
I think I'd like to go visit the DC area for Memorial Day weekend. Boys/Jaime in the DC area? How would you like a visit from sexy ass Claire Whaley on Memorial Day weekend? I could do the classy thing and talk to you about it, but this whole blog thing is way too much fun. Eh, I'm sure I'll be in communications.
Speaking of my boys/Jaime in the DC area... I would just like to say that I miss my boys/Jaime in the DC area sooo freakin much. I don't know if the blog-reading public knows this or not, but the boys are the main reason that I want to have sons instead of daughters. Even though I really only saw the boys on weekends in college, somehow by some strange alignment of the planets, they got to be my second family. I don't talk to them as much as I should, and that really bums me out. I see them online and I don't send IM's because I'm tired, or something lame and alluring is on VH1, or I've just gotten home from work and just want to veg. It's sad though, because these people are very important to me, and they should know that.
Okay, what's wrong with me? I'm turning all emo for some reason. I'm all, "I love you man!" I hate it when that happens... it's probably all because of Mike and his damn hard lemonade. Or maybe it's because of girly hormonal crap. (I hate girly hormonal crap. I burst into tears in Wendy's once because I read a sign about Dave Thomas's hamburger legacy and how Wendy's will always be Dave's place.) Although, I have to say, while I'm here, and while I'm talking about Wendy's, Wendy's chicken nuggets are damn good. I don't give chicken nuggets the time of day, usually, because I'm a snob who is far above chicken nuggets. But Wendy's chicken nuggets are excellent. And they have a variety of enticing dipping sauces to accompany said nuggets. And if you get a junior cheeseburger, chicken nuggets, and a small drink, it's all on the 99 cent value menu, so it's dirt cheap. Ahhhh Wendy's.
Speaking of fast food, there's a vicious rumor spreading around the Burgh that we'll be acquiring a Skyline Chili out on route 51. I really shouldn't be talking about it, because I might just make a mess drooling all over myself. I've had to rely on my hot boyfriend to supply me with greasy amazing Skyline chili goodness for a year and a half now, and the possibility of having it within my reach makes me so elated. This is great, especially now that hot boyfriend will be leaving for grad school soon, far away from the Skyline Chili reservoir. Ahhhh... I could go for some right now. Fortunately, I have one delicious amazing can left in the cupboard. I just have to decide when the moment arrives that I need to bust it open and have myself a Skyline Chili party.
I think it's time for me to do something else. This blog is getting lengthy and creepy. But thank you for listening. Without my mother here, the only one I can talk to is the cat, and she gets bitchy after a while and leaves me for a piece of string or the little ring that comes off when you open a gallon of milk. (Why do cats love those so much???) So... yeah. I'm out.
