This journal was opened on: August 20th, 2005.
This journal is being closed on: January, 1st, 2007.
I'm fickle. I like change. I'm changing my livejournal. I'll let you know what it is. ♥
R.I.P - Peter Boyle - You will be missed dearly.
Can anyone name Peter Boyle's best man in his wedding? Why, it's the uber talented genius...John Lennon. I would've never thought...
Well, I suppose I could elaborate a little bit on my last entry.
For a few weeks now I've been talking to Scott again. Save the bitching at me, because I don't want to hear it. I've gotten it enough from people around here already. I was supposed to go to Orlando on Saturday to do a little bit of Christmas shopping at Downtown Disney, and he was going to meet me down there. Like no big suprise, he called the day before to cancel. The problem was that I was in the car with my sister when it happened. I responded with most of his comments about not being able to go with "Uh huh" "Sure" and "Okay..." He told me to call him later and I said I would, even though I had no intention of calling him again. I wanted to give him a taste of what I went through on and off for almost five years. As I was about to hang up, my sister yelled "Bye Asshole" which, of course, he heard. He then proceeded to call back, which I ignored, and then went inside the store that me and my sister were at. I got back out to the car and checked my cell phone - 8 missed calls, 3 voicemails, and 2 text message. Give me a break. Take a hint.
The first voicemail was basically "I'm pretty sure I heard Bye Asshole when I was hanging up, and now you're not answering your phone so..."
The second voicemail was "You know what, fuck it. I'm not gonna deal with this anymore. Don't call me, don't email me whatever." blah blah blah. Done.
The third voicemail actually ended up just being an old message that I hadn't listened to yet.
Then I got to the text messages. The first one was just "You know what...fuck it." and then the second one was exactly what I posted before. "I'm so glad I never slept with you because then I would've felt dirty."
Well, that's it. That's probably the final straw that needed to be pulled. That's the one thing that's never happened in the almost 5 years we were together on and off...he's never insulted me. Yes, I'm hurt by the whole thing...and I know I live by no regrets, but I definately regret wasting almost a quarter of my life wrapped up on this douchebag. But hey, you live and you learn.
Dear My Loving FList -
Is there anyone on here that would be interested in obtaining a copy of...THE BEATLES - LOVE CD? Well, I have all of the tracks downloaded in great quality. If you're interested, drop me a line ;-)
Heroes premieres tonight at 9! I'm excited...this looks like a REALLY good show! :)
(All right - that's it...time for some new iconses!)
JAGUARS vs. COLTS
Dear Peyton Manning, and your big head -
Get ready, cos here we come!
So, I got a nice little suprise yesterday when I got off of work. I went downstairs and my Mom told me that she had found something that belonged to me. It was two savings bonds that my Grami got for me before she died. They were supposed to be given to me when I graduated high school (God, has it already been 3 & 1/2 years? Oi...where has time gone?) but my Mom had lost them. So me and Vicki trekked to the bank, and I left with $230 more than I had 30 minutes earlier. We went by Target, but I didn't see anything that I wanted so, we left.
I went to bed at like 7:15 last night...hence why I'm up now at 3:21. I think I'm gonna take a shower and then hit Wal-Mart. I'll miss the crowd and be able to browse at my own pace since I don't have to be on the phones for work for another 4 1/2 hours.
Speaking of work, I overloaded myself these first two weeks being home. I went from working 35-40 hours a week, to doing 50+...and in my job, where you deal with constant bullshit day after day, I got real burnt out, real quick. Suffice it to say that that sucks. So I only worked 1 day of OT this week for two hours, and that was all. Ah well, ya live and you learn. I'll pick back up on my OT next week.
Me and Vicki also have a new judging system for guys. They're hot pockets. If he's *really* hot, he's a breakfast hot pocket...if he's cute, he's a regular hot pocket, and if he's underage or not so cute, he's a lean pocket :-x. Why yes, we are total dorks, thanks for asking.
Speaking of being total dorks...my sister bought me Season 2 of Lost, since she has money and, until Yesterday, I was broke. I started watching Season 1 on Tuesday. What's today? Thursday? Yeah...all I have left to watch is Exodus Part 1 & 2...how much of a dork am I? Yeah...almost an entire season of a show in 2 days. *shakes head*...Today I'll finish Season 1 and start with Season 2...THEN...I can get with the special features...YAY!
Whenever someone is making a list of '101 Ways I DO NOT Want to Die' you will not usually see 'Death by Stingray' on there. Yet one of the craziest men of our generation was killed by a stingray. A stingray with the aim of a sniper.
Now, don't get me wrong. I'm sure that you've all heard about Steve Irwin dying, and I'm not trying to be crude or insensetive at this time of mourning for some. I'll be honest with you...I was never a really big fan of Steve Irwin in the first place. I don't like snakes or alligators (or crocidiles for that matter...) so I never watched his show. I refused to see the movie because I thought Hollywood shot a bombshell with that one...and I really found nothing interesting or facinating about Steve Irwin himself.
HOWEVER...when he was drifting off to sleepy land late at night counting the snakes and crocs jumping over the fence, I can just about guarnatee you, that he never went to sleep thinking 'Gosh! I sure I hope that I don't get killed by a stingray tomorrow.' and I bet he never had nightmares about a 300ft stingray attacking him while he was swimming. It's just ironic to me. This man that dealt with deadly and vicious animals for the majority of his life was killed by something that people pet every day at Sea World.
That stingray though...it must've had the aim of a sniper. It shot the poisionous barb in his chest AND put a hole in his heart. That's just crazy...absolutely crazy to me.
I've already seen the jokes surfacing on the internet. AND it is absolutely insane how quickly word spread about this incident. I read it on someone's livejournal and looked up the article, showed it to my Dad. My Mom thought that this was one of the worst celebrity deaths this year. (Whatever Ma...) I had 3 people from work ask me if I heard about it, plus Vicki asked me. My sister in law signed into Yahoo just to ask me if I had heard...it's crazy.
The sad thing is since everything was being filmed...I give 2-3 days TOPS before the video of him getting killed by the stingray surfaces on the internet. *shakes head* The internet today...