June 11th, 2008

UPDATE: 5 year High School Reunion.
So I got there a little late... BUT! This time I can blame Sharalyn. I waited for her to get off work so we could go by together, possibly sparing us from having to show up alone and be ridiculed by all the "marrieds" from our class. We didn't show up THAT late either but upon arrival we noticed that the park was a bit empty... Not just empty like, there's only a few jelly beans left in that gallon jug but more of a Planet of the Apes feeling of empty when Heston sees the statue of liberty half buried in sand. We were the only two people in the park. Seriously. I did then what any person would do; I fell to the ground laughing hysterically at the PROOF of a lack of interest in a 5 year reunion! Maybe I'm not that different from the rest of the people in my class... Until I hung out with Sharalyn the rest of the night... But that's another story for another day. :) I wasn't even pissed that I didn't get any of the food I had been promised either. I was just relieved that nobody missed me either from High School. I was all worked up that I was going to run into someone I knew from before and I was going to forget their name and they were going to pour out their soul about how they've always loved me but never talked to me but they want to marry me and be the mother of my children but they've never actually met me... Hey, I lived in Barstow. These things DO happen, believe it or not... LONG story, not getting into it... Anyway, didn't have to pretend to know anyone. Didn't have to pretend to like anyone. Didn't have to pretend to have fun. All in all, the flopped reunion was a GREAT success! Props to '03! Chicka chicka yeah!!!

So, I hear that Kanye West thinks he is bigger than John Lennon. WHAT?!?! Is anybody that arrogant? I decided that I wanted to write my feelings. - Kanye, you suck. You feign grandeur because you WANT it so badly. There is nothing wrong with wanting to be the best but merely saying you're the best doesn't make it so. Take this short illustration. I want to kick you in the face. Does that mean I can go around saying I kicked Kanye West in the face? No, because that would make me a liar. Do you see your shortcomings here? Fiction: Kanye West is better than John Lennon. Fact: Kanye West is a whiny, lying, racist bitch. Ok, maybe that was a little harsh but what about this thought... How many albums did John Lennon help produce? How many artists were touched and influenced by Lennon's music? And now your side. How many albums have you produced? And I want to know, ACTUALLY produced, not made "beats" for because you and everyone else in this world KNOWS that MAKING BEATS is just ORGANIZING clips of music SOMEBODY ELSE already wrote... I repeat, SOMEBODY ELSE ALREADY WORTE. Lennon never wrote beats, he wrote a dynamic, fluid musical composition AND THEN added insightful lyrics with a message of love, hope, etc. and to top the whole thing off, added a melody to the lyrics. How many musicians have you inspired, Kanye? Specifically with that song Gold Digger. Lennon made music trying to save the world and here you are talking about pimps, bitches and hoes. And I say talking because you aren't even singing. Is it too much to ask you to sing? You know, William Hung can't sing. You don't see that stopping him. Does William Hung have more balls than Kanye West? I'd say yes.
Thanks to Brandy for this inspired rant.

So they don't have a name for the back-ial. They kept saying, spa treatment. That's too long to say. I'm officially declaring the treatment to be named, BACK-IAL. Let it be known. Let it also be known that they are AMAZING! Holy, flamming, cherubic cow! Amazing. Almost fell asleep because it was sooo soothing. I'm thinking that girls know a lot more secrets that they haven't been telling us men... I bet they even have the cure for cancer... and probably even AIDS. I'm watching you guys more closely now... You aren't to be trusted. Anyway, the girl was pretty cute. She kept talking about her "new and improved" boobs. She was 21. Boob job at 21. I'm 23 and I can't imagine getting a boob job. Well, I imagine it but I'd never actually consider it. Let me just say you'd be hard pressed to get me out of the house. Ok, bad pun. Anyway, all in all, I wouldn't ever pay full price but I'd definitely go in again for a back-ial.

Stop-Loss.
So I had this movie night with Brandy. Changed my life. I'm not even kidding you. It was a ridiculously personal experience that I had so I'm not going to share it here, I'm sorry. But I have to write something about it here so if I do decide to share later, I'll have record of this event. - "A curse? I'd call it a gift. Ask, why has God seen fit to bestow upon me this gift?"

Move in date is the 1st of July. I got my other friends an apartment in the same complex! It's going to be great living there. I just have to cut down my budget like I did in Stillwater. No more eating out all the time (unless it's under $2 for a meal) and no more rocking out at Metal Gods. :( Well, rocking out at Metal Gods in moderation. :) There. That's a fair compromise! I'm excited to move! The place will be awesome! The location will work better for work... I'll miss my friends and brothers here but they can still visit! There will be more space there.

So Justin now has his own LC. He's ridiculously excited about it and I say that it's good for him. Also, it protects Kelly Applegate. I think that was the biggest motivation for him to do the legal work for Justin... Oh well, right? All's well that ends well, I suppose.

I don't have much else going on besides eating, sleeping, and working. Any time that is spent with friends is minimal compared with how much time I usually spend. I've probably cut friend time down to about 4 hours a week. It was around 30-45 hrs a week when I was working at Meridian. It's amazing how strong desperation is as a motivational tool. ;) That and I'm trying to keep my mind off certain things. I hope it's healthy to use productive distractions as a coping strategy...