Driving home at 4am in the morning is either incredibly lonely or strange calming. Tonight, it was both.
Unified Theory by The Cobalt Season was playing as I got on the highway and I found myself missing someone with an intensity I've never felt towards him before. He wasn't there tonight, but hopefully I'll see him in the coming weeks before I ship off to London.
4am in the morning is also the only time that I'm not speeding on the highway. I'm usually weaving here and there around cars, going 80 or 85, but there's something about the dark and the late hour that keeps me at about 60. It's not fear or paranoia; night just lacks that urgent feeling for me and lets me take my time.
This is the first time I'll see 5 in the morning since leaving MSU. Go me
Oh, yes. And Sean's was very fun. I got to have dinner with Katie and Emily at Mongolian BBQ (good eatin' right there). And then just hung around the entirety of campus and Apple Tree apartments. Went on a lot of walks. Met a really interesting guy who asked me and Amanda to help him try to find what house he had originally come from. I thought he was creating this elaborate set-up to rape us. I was more concerned about Amanda, because he seemed far more interested in her than he was in me. But, turns out he wasn't lying - he really had no idea where he was going, but we found the house. But that really is a story for another night.
One good thing, though, was that he smelled really really good.
Can't blame me. It's in my nature.
^_^
Take it easy, guys. Don't get raped. Don't die
Friday, May 22, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
To Wong Foo, Thanks for everything - love, Judy Newmar
Yesterday wasn't too interesting of a day
I made it through my first left4dead campaign.
That damn truck always leaves without me, but not this time.
Yay.
My mama bought be doughnuts after church
We watched Nights in Rodanthe (still as ridiculously corny as ever - still think I could have written the screenplay better - still liked it a lot - still think Richard Gere is the next best thing since sliced bread)
Ate a ton of chinese food. I miss Rice Kitchen, though
Went on a walk with Bridget and talked about a lot. We know everything about everything. Relationships, politics, religion, psychology, the sky is the limit because we know it all!...
Her car wouldn't start. Wouldn't even turn over.
We ate Frosties to mourn the loss of Bridget's car and her mama kissed me goodnight
Drove home to sad Sarah McLachlan music
A song reminded me of someone and it made my heart hurt
Looked at my senior yearbook. Strangely, it made me feel better
Today, I got up in time to catch To Wong Foo on TV. I remember my mother showing me this movie right after I had seen Dirty Dancing for the first time. I'm not quite sure why she did it, but my guess is that she thought no 12 year old should be mooning over Patrick Swayze in such a way.
If you're not familiar with To Wong Foo, it has Wesley Snipes and Patrick Swayze playing very convincing drag queens for the entire movie. You see a naked Patrick in the first few seconds of the movie and the loins are stirred, but the minute he sits down at his vanity, you can tell something's up. Just the way he sits and looks at himself in the mirror...it piqued my interest. I wasn't quite prepared for what I saw.
To make a long story short, I loved the movie to pieces and I don't think it did what my mother had originally wanted it to do. Any man that can do that with his leg and hips earns the world's respect, and my love.
Take it easy. Don't get raped. Don't die
I made it through my first left4dead campaign.
That damn truck always leaves without me, but not this time.
Yay.
My mama bought be doughnuts after church
We watched Nights in Rodanthe (still as ridiculously corny as ever - still think I could have written the screenplay better - still liked it a lot - still think Richard Gere is the next best thing since sliced bread)
Ate a ton of chinese food. I miss Rice Kitchen, though
Went on a walk with Bridget and talked about a lot. We know everything about everything. Relationships, politics, religion, psychology, the sky is the limit because we know it all!...
Her car wouldn't start. Wouldn't even turn over.
We ate Frosties to mourn the loss of Bridget's car and her mama kissed me goodnight
Drove home to sad Sarah McLachlan music
A song reminded me of someone and it made my heart hurt
Looked at my senior yearbook. Strangely, it made me feel better
Today, I got up in time to catch To Wong Foo on TV. I remember my mother showing me this movie right after I had seen Dirty Dancing for the first time. I'm not quite sure why she did it, but my guess is that she thought no 12 year old should be mooning over Patrick Swayze in such a way.
If you're not familiar with To Wong Foo, it has Wesley Snipes and Patrick Swayze playing very convincing drag queens for the entire movie. You see a naked Patrick in the first few seconds of the movie and the loins are stirred, but the minute he sits down at his vanity, you can tell something's up. Just the way he sits and looks at himself in the mirror...it piqued my interest. I wasn't quite prepared for what I saw.
To make a long story short, I loved the movie to pieces and I don't think it did what my mother had originally wanted it to do. Any man that can do that with his leg and hips earns the world's respect, and my love.
Take it easy. Don't get raped. Don't die
Friday, May 15, 2009
To killith a zombie is but the sweetest pleasure...
So, my mom was kind enough to shell out money so I could play Left 4 Dead on the computer.
The same kind of panning, walking/running, and shooting all at once is still in effect here, but it's a keyboard and mouse instead of dual controls, so I'm having an easier time adjusting. Perhaps this will help me and my brain adjust to dual controls so when I actually get to play with Sam and Stauff (though not Ben - he'd make fun of me...and probably shoot me in the head) I won't look as bad as I did before
Quite good graphics. I'm not having too many problems with the program lagging - just here and there. Once I got the stupid drivers installed, it was all systems go.
I almost made it through my first campaign, but just as I was getting on the damn truck, a tank incapacitated me and they left. Oh well. I'll have more time this summer to do stuff.
Ate my way through an entire pack of oreos and peanut butter in less than 4 days. Good job, Chrissy. le sigh
THANKS to everyone who texted, called, or IMed me last night. I was restless before, but everyone kept me up and talking until about 3am, so I was able to rest very well last night and slept in until about 11. yay!
This whole summer thing really gets to me. You know, you're going going going with finals and general college business and then...nothing. Everyone goes home - or at least you go home - and you have one friend there, but otherwise, you are left to your own devices. Don't get me wrong, a few days of kicking back, eating food, and watching movies on your own is cool. A queen-sized bed and all the room to lie around is wonderful, but after five days of the same thing...man, it really grates on me.
I hate going to sleep alone. I think ever since I went to college, I've just been so used to keeping people up at night. And if I didn't want to sleep, it was likely that someone somewhere was doing something, even if it was just Left 4 Dead in Stauff's room or taking a walk with Sam or watching Buffy/Angel with Katie and Rachel. Everything in Jackson closes at 8, for goodness sake. I'm in bed by 11 because I'm so damn bored and there's no one to talk to.
Too much on my mind with no one to talk to except Derek Fluff, the light-up bunny, and Giles, the wise, but otherwise unreal, teddy bear. Not good for my sanity. So, again, thank you to everyone who contacted me in my time of need. It'll tide me over for another few days until Katie moves back to EL and I can go bother her.
I need a hobby
I feel like I should get my old job back at the movie theatre, but I had planned on relaxing before London. I dunno, though. Money and a reason to get out of the house doesn't sound like a bad idea right about now. And then I can see Ian and Brendan more, which would be fantastical. Then again, once everyone else for MSU start getting as restless as me, they'll have more people over and there'll be more to do. I'll wait it out for another week and see.
In other news and TMI, ovaries aren't doin' too hot. I might go see a doctor before I go over to London. Wouldn't want something bad to happen, so a doctor visit would be useful here in the USA, just in case.
It's been raining all day. I find I like it more when I'm up at college and can enjoy the showers with a window open. Here it just keep me from going for a walk. grrrr
Okay, time to play some solitaire and explore more musics from Sam.
Take it easy. Don't get raped. Don't die. Be ready for the zombies...who happen to be right outside your window...
^_^
The same kind of panning, walking/running, and shooting all at once is still in effect here, but it's a keyboard and mouse instead of dual controls, so I'm having an easier time adjusting. Perhaps this will help me and my brain adjust to dual controls so when I actually get to play with Sam and Stauff (though not Ben - he'd make fun of me...and probably shoot me in the head) I won't look as bad as I did before
Quite good graphics. I'm not having too many problems with the program lagging - just here and there. Once I got the stupid drivers installed, it was all systems go.
I almost made it through my first campaign, but just as I was getting on the damn truck, a tank incapacitated me and they left. Oh well. I'll have more time this summer to do stuff.
Ate my way through an entire pack of oreos and peanut butter in less than 4 days. Good job, Chrissy. le sigh
THANKS to everyone who texted, called, or IMed me last night. I was restless before, but everyone kept me up and talking until about 3am, so I was able to rest very well last night and slept in until about 11. yay!
This whole summer thing really gets to me. You know, you're going going going with finals and general college business and then...nothing. Everyone goes home - or at least you go home - and you have one friend there, but otherwise, you are left to your own devices. Don't get me wrong, a few days of kicking back, eating food, and watching movies on your own is cool. A queen-sized bed and all the room to lie around is wonderful, but after five days of the same thing...man, it really grates on me.
I hate going to sleep alone. I think ever since I went to college, I've just been so used to keeping people up at night. And if I didn't want to sleep, it was likely that someone somewhere was doing something, even if it was just Left 4 Dead in Stauff's room or taking a walk with Sam or watching Buffy/Angel with Katie and Rachel. Everything in Jackson closes at 8, for goodness sake. I'm in bed by 11 because I'm so damn bored and there's no one to talk to.
Too much on my mind with no one to talk to except Derek Fluff, the light-up bunny, and Giles, the wise, but otherwise unreal, teddy bear. Not good for my sanity. So, again, thank you to everyone who contacted me in my time of need. It'll tide me over for another few days until Katie moves back to EL and I can go bother her.
I need a hobby
I feel like I should get my old job back at the movie theatre, but I had planned on relaxing before London. I dunno, though. Money and a reason to get out of the house doesn't sound like a bad idea right about now. And then I can see Ian and Brendan more, which would be fantastical. Then again, once everyone else for MSU start getting as restless as me, they'll have more people over and there'll be more to do. I'll wait it out for another week and see.
In other news and TMI, ovaries aren't doin' too hot. I might go see a doctor before I go over to London. Wouldn't want something bad to happen, so a doctor visit would be useful here in the USA, just in case.
It's been raining all day. I find I like it more when I'm up at college and can enjoy the showers with a window open. Here it just keep me from going for a walk. grrrr
Okay, time to play some solitaire and explore more musics from Sam.
Take it easy. Don't get raped. Don't die. Be ready for the zombies...who happen to be right outside your window...
^_^
Thursday, May 14, 2009
annoyance to follow
~~BONES SPOILERS~~
(not that a ton of y'all watch it, but just in case)
What the hell happened here, people? You literally had my heart breaking last week. I thought I was going to jizz myself at 7:59 tonight, waiting for that last minute to count down.
Now, let's get real- I never actually thought that Booth and Brennan were going to end up in bed together for real. Even the writers aren't that stupid, I just kind of feel insulted that they thought we would buy it.
Not that I didn't come up with every scenerio possible that would lead them to that outcome. My favorite being Brennan, completely out of character and hopelessly romantic, is there by Booth's side as he comes out of surgery and the sheer excess of emotion causes her to realize that, yes she wants to have a baby, but not just by him, but with him. He recovers while she cooks for him at his apartment. Wine, linguini, dorky flirting leads to the bedroom.
Yes. I know. Excuse the hopeless romantic. You may puke over there in my trash can.
But, the writers did what I knew they would do. Hello, drug-induced dream. So wonderful how easily that works out, huh?
This would have worked a season ago. But you cannot build up an audience's emotional attachment to a relationship and then give us this. Booth is madly in love, wants to marry Brennan, have a baby with her, blah blah blah. We get it. Now either shit or get off the pot! Or, keep building. Don't expect to satisfy with this dream-state episode, especially for a season finale.
I'm sorry if I wanted a teary Brennan. I'm sorry if I wanted Sweets to be their psychologist. I'm sorry if I wanted to see Angela and Hodgey continue to spark like they have been. I'm sorry if I wanted dinners at Booth's and pie at the diner and relationships continuing to deepen and create more problems to be solved and more drama to deal with. I'm sorry if I expected more of the writers in this episode.
And while it was fun, seeing what roles Booth's subconscious filtered the ENTIRE gang into, it was all just a tired way to get Booth and Brennan married, expecting, and into bed. Clever with the bar thing, guys. The Lab? Nice. Oh, and lo and behold, we'll have Motley Crue play as a visiting band at this bar, taking up an entire 4 minutes that could have been spent with the ACTUAL Booth and Brennan.
If we were going to drudge our way through this "creative" season finale and make excuses for Booth and Brennan to be together, we needed to see a little bit more SEX!!! Damn, it was just the beginning of the episode and a few kisses in between. Dude, if you're going to make me sit through this sad excuse for a up-until-now-fantastic season finale, you gotta have Bones up against a wall or something. SLIP HER A LITTLE TONGUE! Lord, what do I have to do to make y'all screw?
le sigh
And THEN, we get to spend two minutes with the actual Booth and Brennan and whadda know? Coming out of surgery, in a coma for four days, how is Booth doing? Healthy enough, but he's got amnesia.
Original, guys.
so proud.
ugh!
(not that a ton of y'all watch it, but just in case)
What the hell happened here, people? You literally had my heart breaking last week. I thought I was going to jizz myself at 7:59 tonight, waiting for that last minute to count down.
Now, let's get real- I never actually thought that Booth and Brennan were going to end up in bed together for real. Even the writers aren't that stupid, I just kind of feel insulted that they thought we would buy it.
Not that I didn't come up with every scenerio possible that would lead them to that outcome. My favorite being Brennan, completely out of character and hopelessly romantic, is there by Booth's side as he comes out of surgery and the sheer excess of emotion causes her to realize that, yes she wants to have a baby, but not just by him, but with him. He recovers while she cooks for him at his apartment. Wine, linguini, dorky flirting leads to the bedroom.
Yes. I know. Excuse the hopeless romantic. You may puke over there in my trash can.
But, the writers did what I knew they would do. Hello, drug-induced dream. So wonderful how easily that works out, huh?
This would have worked a season ago. But you cannot build up an audience's emotional attachment to a relationship and then give us this. Booth is madly in love, wants to marry Brennan, have a baby with her, blah blah blah. We get it. Now either shit or get off the pot! Or, keep building. Don't expect to satisfy with this dream-state episode, especially for a season finale.
I'm sorry if I wanted a teary Brennan. I'm sorry if I wanted Sweets to be their psychologist. I'm sorry if I wanted to see Angela and Hodgey continue to spark like they have been. I'm sorry if I wanted dinners at Booth's and pie at the diner and relationships continuing to deepen and create more problems to be solved and more drama to deal with. I'm sorry if I expected more of the writers in this episode.
And while it was fun, seeing what roles Booth's subconscious filtered the ENTIRE gang into, it was all just a tired way to get Booth and Brennan married, expecting, and into bed. Clever with the bar thing, guys. The Lab? Nice. Oh, and lo and behold, we'll have Motley Crue play as a visiting band at this bar, taking up an entire 4 minutes that could have been spent with the ACTUAL Booth and Brennan.
If we were going to drudge our way through this "creative" season finale and make excuses for Booth and Brennan to be together, we needed to see a little bit more SEX!!! Damn, it was just the beginning of the episode and a few kisses in between. Dude, if you're going to make me sit through this sad excuse for a up-until-now-fantastic season finale, you gotta have Bones up against a wall or something. SLIP HER A LITTLE TONGUE! Lord, what do I have to do to make y'all screw?
le sigh
And THEN, we get to spend two minutes with the actual Booth and Brennan and whadda know? Coming out of surgery, in a coma for four days, how is Booth doing? Healthy enough, but he's got amnesia.
Original, guys.
so proud.
ugh!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
eggs, sunny-side up
10:00am: Damn, I'm hungry!
10:11am: Still really hungry. I don't think this feeling is going to go away on its own.
10:13am: Honeynut Cheerios for the 4th day in a row? I don't think so. Search for the Bisquick
10:16am: No Bisquick. Aaaaaall righty, then. Cheerios it is.
10:17am: No. You know what? You are a 20 year old female. There are women having babies now for Christ's sake. You can make an egg, dammit. Yes, you are going to make yourself an egg. What the hell, why don't you make it two eggs. Dream big, Chrissy. Dream big.
10:20am: Google the shit out of this fucker.
10:24am: Adequately googled and researched. I've got this.
10:26am: What the hell is "medium heat"?! Who do they think I am, Betty Crocker? You're talking to Miss I-Have-Problems-Boiling-Water! You're going to have to give me a little more than!
10:28am: I'm just going to leave it on 6. That looks like a good number for cooking things. I'll just let it heat up. In the meantime, TOAST! Yay toast!
10:31am: They said use butter...hmm, don't usually do that, but it said so on google so...butter it is! Throw it on in there and watch it sizzle. Ooo. Lookit sizzle *claps hands together*
10:32am: Egg-cracking time. I'm good at this!
10:33am: Fuck fuck fuck. There are shells in the pan. Fuck fuck fuck
10:34am: Okay, crisis averted. Eggs cracked. Toast done and cooling next to the butter tub. I shall have eggs, sunny-side up in no time!
*the stupidity of Chrissy begins its magic*
10:43am: How can the yolks be cooked all the way through and still be cold?
10:44am: So hungry! I'll eat the toast. I can always make more
10:45am: Fuck. Fuck my life. Fuck your life. Fuck all of this. Throw these away, throw my entire self-esteem away and let the ants eat it all. *sobs*
10:47am: I am soooo hungry! Okay, back to square one. Google.
10:49am: I think I've got it this time.
10:51am: Fuck the butter. I am Paming the shit out of this pan.
10:52am: One egg at a time, Chrissy. One egg at a time.
10:53am: Go make my sorry ass some more toast.
10:56am: Okay. The white are solid-ish and the yolk looks cooked, yet still runny. Okay. I think this one is done.
10:57am: Crack the other one on in there. Shells? Shells? No shells. *pat self on back* So far so good.
10:59am: Aw, hell. I think my stomach is eating itself. Who the fuck cares? *eats first egg while second is cooking*
11:00am: Nom nom nom *eggs sizzle* Shut the hell up! Nom nom nom
11:01am: Second one done...I think. Well, if not, Salmanella, meet my intestines!
11:03am: Nom nom nom
11:04am: Those were pretty damn good, I must say. Maybe I should make cooking a career.
No?
You don't think so?
Well, fuck off!
what?
Oh. Yes, yes. Take it easy. Don't die while you're getting raped and all that jazz, yadda yadda, leave me alone
10:11am: Still really hungry. I don't think this feeling is going to go away on its own.
10:13am: Honeynut Cheerios for the 4th day in a row? I don't think so. Search for the Bisquick
10:16am: No Bisquick. Aaaaaall righty, then. Cheerios it is.
10:17am: No. You know what? You are a 20 year old female. There are women having babies now for Christ's sake. You can make an egg, dammit. Yes, you are going to make yourself an egg. What the hell, why don't you make it two eggs. Dream big, Chrissy. Dream big.
10:20am: Google the shit out of this fucker.
10:24am: Adequately googled and researched. I've got this.
10:26am: What the hell is "medium heat"?! Who do they think I am, Betty Crocker? You're talking to Miss I-Have-Problems-Boiling-Water! You're going to have to give me a little more than!
10:28am: I'm just going to leave it on 6. That looks like a good number for cooking things. I'll just let it heat up. In the meantime, TOAST! Yay toast!
10:31am: They said use butter...hmm, don't usually do that, but it said so on google so...butter it is! Throw it on in there and watch it sizzle. Ooo. Lookit sizzle *claps hands together*
10:32am: Egg-cracking time. I'm good at this!
10:33am: Fuck fuck fuck. There are shells in the pan. Fuck fuck fuck
10:34am: Okay, crisis averted. Eggs cracked. Toast done and cooling next to the butter tub. I shall have eggs, sunny-side up in no time!
*the stupidity of Chrissy begins its magic*
10:43am: How can the yolks be cooked all the way through and still be cold?
10:44am: So hungry! I'll eat the toast. I can always make more
10:45am: Fuck. Fuck my life. Fuck your life. Fuck all of this. Throw these away, throw my entire self-esteem away and let the ants eat it all. *sobs*
10:47am: I am soooo hungry! Okay, back to square one. Google.
10:49am: I think I've got it this time.
10:51am: Fuck the butter. I am Paming the shit out of this pan.
10:52am: One egg at a time, Chrissy. One egg at a time.
10:53am: Go make my sorry ass some more toast.
10:56am: Okay. The white are solid-ish and the yolk looks cooked, yet still runny. Okay. I think this one is done.
10:57am: Crack the other one on in there. Shells? Shells? No shells. *pat self on back* So far so good.
10:59am: Aw, hell. I think my stomach is eating itself. Who the fuck cares? *eats first egg while second is cooking*
11:00am: Nom nom nom *eggs sizzle* Shut the hell up! Nom nom nom
11:01am: Second one done...I think. Well, if not, Salmanella, meet my intestines!
11:03am: Nom nom nom
11:04am: Those were pretty damn good, I must say. Maybe I should make cooking a career.
No?
You don't think so?
Well, fuck off!
what?
Oh. Yes, yes. Take it easy. Don't die while you're getting raped and all that jazz, yadda yadda, leave me alone
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Air Bud is the shiz
Everyone has an OCD streak in them. There are some things that people are particular about.
I only feel like I have severe OCD when I'm eating M&Ms or Skittles.
I can never pick a candy out randomly. With M&Ms, they're in pairs - they have to be. If there are some that don't match up, I eat them in a group before I touch the other ones. An then I eat the pairs. With Skittles, I have to make groups of each color so I taste the full rainbow in eat bite. It's ridiculous and stupid, but I get really anxious when I don't.
I tell you this because, at this moment, I am quite anxious. I bought a huge bag of peanut butter M&Ms for a movie yesterday and ate them randomly. I realized this this morning, as I was munching on the rest of them.
It had to have been the peanut butter that threw me off.
le sigh
I watched Marley & Me yesterday. Everytime I turn it on, I think that I'm over the ending. I'm not one to cry at movies or television shows or books. Some will get me, but those are so few and far between, it's hardly worth mentioning. But Marley & Me...I don't know what it is. Old Yeller never got me. Where the Red Fern Grows - dry eyes. Marley & Me, I bawl my eyes out. It's very cathartic, but certainly not something I'm used to. I love the movie very dearly, though, so I'll have to go buy it when I find myself some money to actually spend.
I only feel like I have severe OCD when I'm eating M&Ms or Skittles.
I can never pick a candy out randomly. With M&Ms, they're in pairs - they have to be. If there are some that don't match up, I eat them in a group before I touch the other ones. An then I eat the pairs. With Skittles, I have to make groups of each color so I taste the full rainbow in eat bite. It's ridiculous and stupid, but I get really anxious when I don't.
I tell you this because, at this moment, I am quite anxious. I bought a huge bag of peanut butter M&Ms for a movie yesterday and ate them randomly. I realized this this morning, as I was munching on the rest of them.
It had to have been the peanut butter that threw me off.
le sigh
I watched Marley & Me yesterday. Everytime I turn it on, I think that I'm over the ending. I'm not one to cry at movies or television shows or books. Some will get me, but those are so few and far between, it's hardly worth mentioning. But Marley & Me...I don't know what it is. Old Yeller never got me. Where the Red Fern Grows - dry eyes. Marley & Me, I bawl my eyes out. It's very cathartic, but certainly not something I'm used to. I love the movie very dearly, though, so I'll have to go buy it when I find myself some money to actually spend.
Can I just tell you how odd it is to sleep alone. I spend a good portion of the year having someone sleeping in a bed above me and I keep her awake talking until all hours of the night. And especially the last week when more than just Emily was sleeping over sometimes. I miss people being there when I go to bed.
Don't get me wrong. I mean, it's easier to *ahem* order pizza, get things done, enjoy my own Trisketts and so on and so forth, but...
I really have reached new levels of awkward. I'd backspace, but I know it'll make someone laugh, so I'm keeping it
^_^
On a closing note, I have realized that I do that way too much; I'll think of something to say, KNOW it is waaaaaaay too awkward or TMI, but...I'll say it anyway, because it'll make somebody laugh. That's what I'm shooting for. And it always does, and the looks I get are so odd.
Those are the things that make me laugh. It's a symbiotic relationship of sorts that I feel works quite well.
Okay now. I will most likely write later, if anything interesting happens. You know, if I can actually get off of my duff, scape the chip residue out of my fat rolls, and meet the real world. Doubtful.
Take it easy, everybody. Don't get raped. Don't die. Don't get voted off Dancing With the Stars like Derek and Kim!!!!!
.....
*mumbles* sorry
Monday, May 11, 2009
Virtue is its own punishment
Eeek! Haven't written in this thing for a while.
When I'm at school, I have too many people to talk to, so this blogging thing seems a moot point.
But I am home now, so I'll have more things to say. Can't promise they'll be interesting, but I'll try my best.
Upon spending a day this weekend with my dad's closest friends (more like his "family") and a day with my mother's side of the family, I've decided that I officially want to be a Luckett, and no one else.
Dad's "family"
Saturday was my godfather's daughter's graduation from law school. They had an open house for her. All of my father's friends from college and all of Al's (godfather) family was there.
Now, I knew what I was walking into before I got there and I hate this kind of thing. See, all of the people in that room are either 1) doctors 2) lawyers 3) nurses 4)government personnel and ALL of them are U of M graduates. So, here I come, a Michigan State girl - bleeding green - who majors in creative writing and will be spending her summer filming a movie in London. I have an asymmetrical haircut. I am avant garde to them and that's not good.
I told my mother before hand to NOT say anything about filming in London. I told her it would suffice to say that I was studying abroad in London on an English-oriented program. I was hoping they would assume I was studying ancient tomes of Homer or something like that - someting academic. But, no. The minute we walk into that house and someone asks a question, my mother decides it would be prudent to tell everyone that I'm majoring in film and I'll be spending an entire summer filming numerous films that will be entered into competitions.
*headdesk*
So, not only did she do what I told her not to, but she went above and beyond. She KNOWS I'm not a film major, but she wanted to make me look bigger and better than I actually am. Didn't work so much. I weathered questions about my future for the rest of the night from everyone. People I thought didn't know me were coming up and asking, "I thought your father told Al that you were planning to go into law school. What happened to that idea?" "Oh, film, huh? Very...interesting. What are you going to do after college? I hear the government is really hurting for people. Maybe you should apply to a government position."
I understand why my mother did what she did. She feels just as intimidated by these people as I do, but it just made it worse. You cannot make your MSU creative writing daughter look as academic as Al's Harvard undergrad, U of M law school, working as a litigation lawyer in the top firm in Chicago daughter. I'm badass, but I'm not her. Sorry.
Mom's family
These people love tractor pulls - they participate in them. When they do open houses, its not expensive italian lettuce or some shit, it's hotdogs, hamburgers, BBQ, and good 'ol potatoe salad. We talk about camping mishaps and riding cross-country on the back of a trailer. They work with people who own ranches, so the little kids get to ride on ponies at their own house during a birthday party.
They may not be the most hichish people in the world, but they were all raised by family who appreciate a good BBQ and a cigarette, and that makes them heaven to me.
I never once got the future question from them. They asked what I had been up to lately and then asked how many parties I had been to and I got scolded for having not gotten drunk more often. In any other situation, my mother would have rolled her eyes, but she was urging them on. Truth be told, I appreciate my mother more when she's with them. She's more herself, I feel.
Funny story from Battle Creek: My cousin got arrested. His baby's-mama-girlfriend of sorts got into a "tad bit of a scuffle" (that's how he described it) at a bar with a couple of girls. Chick fight at bar, right? Already quite hilarious. She calls my cousin, bleeding, because someone hit her in the head with a baseball bat, and tells him to come down to the bar and do something about it. So my cousin, in all of his infinite wisdom, got up out of his chair and left the house and, as he said, "forgot that my pistol was holstered to my hip."
O_o
First of all, you've got two little kids, so if your story holds up, your gun was on your hip when you were in the house. WHY in God's name are you carrying around a loaded gun in a house with two kids? Did you need it? But, if he lied and put the pistol there before he went out, again WHY? What are you gonna do with it, buddy? Wave it around a bit to frighten away the chicks from your girlfriend? That seems wise.
Anywho, he walks down the street to the fight. It's already been broken up by the cops and they're arresting ladies and charging them with assault with a weapon. My cousin has a pistol on his hip in the middle of a bar fight broken up by enough cops to fill four cop cars. You can guess what happened.
"Sir! Freeze and hold up your hands. You have got a gun on you!"
Again, my cousin's ultimate wisdom advised him to take his own gun off of himself. So, he reaches for the gun to get rid of it, and the cops freak out. They pull their guns on him and start screaming. My cousin has no choice but to get on the ground. They quite literally tackle him, get his pistol, cuff him, charge him with felonious assault, put him in the car, and take him downtown
*snicker*
Too cool. Wasn't even in the fight and he gets charged. Even more funny, though, is that his lovely girlfriend, who was fighting in the cat fight was not charged with a damn thing, because she did not use a weapon - just her hands. So, she gets off scott free. Good job, honey.
This post is way long, so I'll close it off here.
Everyone take it easy. Don't get raped. Don't die. ^_^
When I'm at school, I have too many people to talk to, so this blogging thing seems a moot point.
But I am home now, so I'll have more things to say. Can't promise they'll be interesting, but I'll try my best.
Upon spending a day this weekend with my dad's closest friends (more like his "family") and a day with my mother's side of the family, I've decided that I officially want to be a Luckett, and no one else.
Dad's "family"
Saturday was my godfather's daughter's graduation from law school. They had an open house for her. All of my father's friends from college and all of Al's (godfather) family was there.
Now, I knew what I was walking into before I got there and I hate this kind of thing. See, all of the people in that room are either 1) doctors 2) lawyers 3) nurses 4)government personnel and ALL of them are U of M graduates. So, here I come, a Michigan State girl - bleeding green - who majors in creative writing and will be spending her summer filming a movie in London. I have an asymmetrical haircut. I am avant garde to them and that's not good.
I told my mother before hand to NOT say anything about filming in London. I told her it would suffice to say that I was studying abroad in London on an English-oriented program. I was hoping they would assume I was studying ancient tomes of Homer or something like that - someting academic. But, no. The minute we walk into that house and someone asks a question, my mother decides it would be prudent to tell everyone that I'm majoring in film and I'll be spending an entire summer filming numerous films that will be entered into competitions.
*headdesk*
So, not only did she do what I told her not to, but she went above and beyond. She KNOWS I'm not a film major, but she wanted to make me look bigger and better than I actually am. Didn't work so much. I weathered questions about my future for the rest of the night from everyone. People I thought didn't know me were coming up and asking, "I thought your father told Al that you were planning to go into law school. What happened to that idea?" "Oh, film, huh? Very...interesting. What are you going to do after college? I hear the government is really hurting for people. Maybe you should apply to a government position."
I understand why my mother did what she did. She feels just as intimidated by these people as I do, but it just made it worse. You cannot make your MSU creative writing daughter look as academic as Al's Harvard undergrad, U of M law school, working as a litigation lawyer in the top firm in Chicago daughter. I'm badass, but I'm not her. Sorry.
Mom's family
These people love tractor pulls - they participate in them. When they do open houses, its not expensive italian lettuce or some shit, it's hotdogs, hamburgers, BBQ, and good 'ol potatoe salad. We talk about camping mishaps and riding cross-country on the back of a trailer. They work with people who own ranches, so the little kids get to ride on ponies at their own house during a birthday party.
They may not be the most hichish people in the world, but they were all raised by family who appreciate a good BBQ and a cigarette, and that makes them heaven to me.
I never once got the future question from them. They asked what I had been up to lately and then asked how many parties I had been to and I got scolded for having not gotten drunk more often. In any other situation, my mother would have rolled her eyes, but she was urging them on. Truth be told, I appreciate my mother more when she's with them. She's more herself, I feel.
Funny story from Battle Creek: My cousin got arrested. His baby's-mama-girlfriend of sorts got into a "tad bit of a scuffle" (that's how he described it) at a bar with a couple of girls. Chick fight at bar, right? Already quite hilarious. She calls my cousin, bleeding, because someone hit her in the head with a baseball bat, and tells him to come down to the bar and do something about it. So my cousin, in all of his infinite wisdom, got up out of his chair and left the house and, as he said, "forgot that my pistol was holstered to my hip."
O_o
First of all, you've got two little kids, so if your story holds up, your gun was on your hip when you were in the house. WHY in God's name are you carrying around a loaded gun in a house with two kids? Did you need it? But, if he lied and put the pistol there before he went out, again WHY? What are you gonna do with it, buddy? Wave it around a bit to frighten away the chicks from your girlfriend? That seems wise.
Anywho, he walks down the street to the fight. It's already been broken up by the cops and they're arresting ladies and charging them with assault with a weapon. My cousin has a pistol on his hip in the middle of a bar fight broken up by enough cops to fill four cop cars. You can guess what happened.
"Sir! Freeze and hold up your hands. You have got a gun on you!"
Again, my cousin's ultimate wisdom advised him to take his own gun off of himself. So, he reaches for the gun to get rid of it, and the cops freak out. They pull their guns on him and start screaming. My cousin has no choice but to get on the ground. They quite literally tackle him, get his pistol, cuff him, charge him with felonious assault, put him in the car, and take him downtown
*snicker*
Too cool. Wasn't even in the fight and he gets charged. Even more funny, though, is that his lovely girlfriend, who was fighting in the cat fight was not charged with a damn thing, because she did not use a weapon - just her hands. So, she gets off scott free. Good job, honey.
This post is way long, so I'll close it off here.
Everyone take it easy. Don't get raped. Don't die. ^_^
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