Halloween is where freaks and geeks collide.
I found that out the hard way this weekend. My cousin and I decided to dress up for the holiday and party all weekend. On Friday we went to a party based on the movie The Warriors. If you and at least three others dressed up as a gang of any kind, you got in for half off. Cyla and I couldn't find anyone to complete our posse (yes, posse) so we put on our costumes. We get there and we are the only people dressed up, of course. I saw that one coming a mile away, actually. We go home and tried to rustle up a crew, but no one wanted to dress alike so we put on some similiar outfits and went back. Of course at that point there were more people and half of them were dressed up in costumes that had nothing to do with The Warriors. Irony? No. Annoying? Very.
On Saturday, we decided to try again and went to a real Halloween party at this club called the Compound. I should have known two things before we got there. Cyla's Valley Girl sister loves that club and a club like that was going to draw all the people I usually want to smack. I was right. It was Q100's Jack O' Latern Ball (if you don't know about Q100, its Atlanta's trendster station meaning all the sheep listen to that channel to be "hip" and "in the know" of whats hot and whats not in relatively bad music). By the time I realized what I got myself into, I had already spent $25 to get in there. Yes, an insane amount of money used to party with idiots. I didn't start having fun until an hour before we left and thats because my glass of Moet was starting to kick in. It was full of girls with no clothes on, and guys in nerdy outfits. I must have seen 50 each of people in angel, devil, nuns, slutty school girl, rainbow brite, and Marilyn Monroe costumes.
The highlight of the evening was a fight that broke out between Speed Racer and a pimp. And I can only assume the girl who came out of nowhere and slapped Speed was the pimps ho, or maybe that was just her regular clothes.
My weekend could have been better. But really pisses me off is I didn't get one friggin piece of candy. $25 and no fucking candy? Never party with trendster wannabes. It only ends in regret, empty wallets, and a headache from hell.
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I learned how to lie from my family.
Its true. My family is one of the slyest, sneakiest, smartest liars I know. Only family I know who will tell you something and then tell you who not to tell. Sometimes it gets a little confusing. I mean, how the hell was I suppose to know Grandma didn't want my cousin to know she had left the house yesterday? Who was suppose to let me know my mother didn't want my aunt to know she was going to Las Vegas? It gets to a point where I answer questions with a question.
"Janie, did Eric call you anytime this week?"
"...Was he suppose to?"
"No, I was just wondering. If he does, don't tell him I called."
"Ok."
Two days later.
"Janie, did your grandmother call anytime this week."
"...Was she suppose to?"
"No, I was just wondering. If she does, don't tell her I spoke to you."
"Ok."
A family who lies together stays together...or something like that.
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Rosa Parks February 4,1913 - October 24,2005
At the age of 92, Civil Rights figure
Rosa Parks died last night of natural causes with friends and family.
Rest in Peace. We will always remember what you
did and be grateful.
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Eureka!
I was siting at my boyfriends house yesterday reading a book while his roomates were watching their 66th hour of football on television when out of nowhere I figured out what I wanted to major in. I want to major in history. I was reading Dan Brown's The DaVinci Code and I liked how there was so many history references that I wanted to read about myself. On a side note, I don't believe everything he wrote about. His book is located in the fiction section of book stores after all, but it is based on extensive research of myths, legends, conspiracies, and art. Some of my favorite subjects.
Here I am, 22 years old, and I have finally figured out what I want to do with my life. I will probably make no money at all if I was to pursue a career as a historian, but I'll be happy.
Now, all I have to do is get back into college.
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Mascochism at its best, folks.
I was listening to a fifties compilation album and I heard a song of a woman basically telling her boyfriend that she wanted him to yell at her and be the boss. I bet you're thinking, "No, Janie. I'm sure you just misunderstood her." I wish I did, kiddies. I wish I did. Read over the lyrics and judge for yourself.
Johnny, I said we were through
Just to see what you would do
You stood there and hung your head
Made me wish that I were dead
CHORUS
Oh, Johnny get angry, Johnny get mad
Give me the biggest lecture I ever had
I want a brave man, I want a cave man
Johnny, show me that you care, really care for me
Every time you danced with me
You let Freddy cut in constantly
When he'd ask, you'd never speak
Must you always be so meek?
CHORUS
Every girl wants someone who
She can always look up to
You know I love you, of course
Let me know that you're the boss
CHORUS
Johnny, get angry, Johnny
Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny
Dumb broads. I like how she says she needs a caveman. Brilliant.
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Bloggers of the week
I am ashamed of not giving these two the recognition they deserve. Two of my favorite bloggers and if I wasn't already taken, and they weren't already taken, I'd probably chase them down and force them to marry me, or at least have a short violently passionate love affair.
Cardboardjudas and
Rob V..
You two are great.
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What not to say to girls: Lesson II
"Nice big tits negro."
I don't know why, but some black girls might find this particular statement a tad bit offensive. There is really no proper way to compliment women's breasts, so my best advice is to stay clear away from that area and compliment her hair or her purse...never the tits.
This guy sent me that message on MySpace. After contemplating whose tits he was looking at (because they sure as hell couldn't have been mine if he called them big)I tried to get offended, but I checked his
page out and he's from Alabama, so it kind of made sense. The least he could have done was capitalize Negro.
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I'm going with Jude.
They act like they don't like cheaters, but when Brad and Angelina's face is on a magazine cover,
someone is making money.
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It's official. I am addicted to gambling. Actually, I'm not, but damn if I can't turn down a game of Texas Hold 'Em. It's easy to become addicted to poker, though. Everytime we play I come in thinking "I can win it this time." and DT (my boyfriends roomate) always shoots me down. It annoys me to no end.
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Cardboardjudas is my inspiration behind this post.
To all the people who touched my life in the long run. Whether I love you still, or have a little animosity towards you, you shaped my life into what it is now, so I think I should be grateful. Here's to you.
Jennifer- The longest friendship I ever had. We hated each other when we first met and still hated each other for a few years afterwards, but somehow we became friends. 16 years later she is still as much a part of me as my dry humor even if we don't speak everyday.
Leverett- My first in so many things but the last one who will ever hurt me. I should hate him but I can't. He shaped me the most and I will never forget the bad times, but I try to think of the good times when I think of him...
Dru- He saved me more than once and I never returned the favor. The physical distance between us is short but the emotional distance is as vast as the ocean. I love everyone different and our love was the strangest. We each have voids to fill. I hope he won't be be hasty when he fill his.
Will- We are wierd and so different, but time dosen't lie. February will be three years. We should go to DisneyWorld.
Cyla-That bitch. I love her to death. She's my road dog and my designated driver who never turned down a drink. She gets all the connections, but one day I will be cute too.
Mommy and Kendra- I love them more than life. I hope to make them proud one day. Thats the highest honor I could think to give to you.
Love y'all.
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One of these days...
Everything I said I was going to do will get done.
I will be comfortable about myself enough to not hide anything, even if I feel it will change your opinion of me.
I will be able to keep my room and car clean.
I will open up that savings account and actually do some saving.
I will make my mother proud.
I will stop cursing so damn much.
I will figure out what the hell I want to do with my life.
I will make friends.
I will wash the car.
And I will get over my block and do some art.
But it will not be today.
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All I'm missing is a pocket protector.
Underneath this cool exterior is a nerd dying to dress up as a Samurai and go to DragonCon...
Stop laughing at me.
Yes, I love comic books and anime and general nerdom. Nobody understands except my godbrother. Thats why to all the nerds who probably don't read my page, if you don't know about
Samurai Champloo then something is wrong with you. Its fan-fucking-tastic.
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Its getting cold outside.
I'm going to miss summer. I didn't really get a chance to really enjoy it, but I'm still going to miss it. I'm not, however, going to miss sweating like a pig.
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Blogger of the week
Randomness makes the world go round, kiddies.
Yes, its true. If it wasn't for unexpected turn of events, I wouldn't be mentioned on this site.
Samantha Burns has me listed on her site under Random Bloggers. Hey, I don't ask questions. I merely tip my hat at her, because I like her site. Check it out. I shall be adding it to my list of blogs as soon as I work up the energy to tinker with my template again.
And try to guess her Moron of the Week.
So brilliant I wish I thought of it myself.
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Ahh...thanks to my random mentioning of nude women, my little ol' page has been getting hits by horny men (and women?) around the world. Apparently, when you search "nude girls" in yahoo, google, and msn search, my page comes up. Out of all the sites in cyberspace that offers nude women of all shapes and sizes, my site, which features no nudity at all (unless you count me baring my soul to you on a weekly basis...yea, I didn't think that counted either) comes up in the top 20.
I'm honored, if not a bit disturbed. Despite that, I do want to issue an apology to all the guys and gals seeking a bit of flesh in the privacy of their own home.
Sorry, pervs.
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Have you ever notice how messed up
This Land is My Land lyrics were? It pretty much is saying, "Hey, this land sure is pretty. I'm taking it!"
It never occured to me as a child that those little children songs we were always singing in school or in the playground meant anything, but now that I am older and have the ability to analyze things, I've realized that song is fucked up.
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If you will notice my blog list to the right, you will notice a new addition. I finally added Bunny Macintosh's page. No, I didn't just discover it. I've been a fan for a year now. To be honest, the reason why I never added her no longer makes sense to me so I'm just going to go ahead and keep that little tidbit of information to myself.
Anyway, you should check her out. I like her so you should like her too. Also, if you live in the Atlanta are, you should check out Stomp and Stammer. She does excellent music reviews as well.
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All work and no play makes Janie a dull girl.
Yes kiddies. I have been working non-stop it seems for ages. I wouldn't be upset about it if I had money, but I don't. I work on an average 40 hours a week at my day job, about 10 hours at my part time job and four hours a week at a job that dosen't pay me anything, unless you count the "sastifaction" of working at a nationally acclaimed radio station. Yet, despite my workaholic schedule, I am still scraping change off the floor of my car to buy a chick-fil-a sandwich.
Things aren't looking too good.
But, hey. I'm not complaining or anything...o.k., I am. You would too if you were exhausted with no money in the bank. Don't deny it. I'm whining and I don't care. But for once, it would be nice to have a week or two were nothing goes wrong, the sky is cloud free, the wind is warm and pleasant, and the gas prices goes down forty cents. In a perfect world, gas would be 89 cents like it was when I first got my car. In utopia, gas would be free.
Ah, to dream.
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