Hmmm...a Saturday morning turned to afternoon...

OH my gosh...I have discovered myspace and I want to bang my head against the keyboard till I die. I can't get away from it. Like it's cool, just like facebook because you can find all these people that weren't your friends in high school so that you can add them to your "list of friends" that aren't really your friends now. But this is the same tired argument about these types of websites...here's what I think is ironic about them...

The websites are designed (with the assumed goal that you are trying to socialize) to get people connected and get people involved with each other, but really they are hindering the growth of a person. People are sitting infront of their computers for hours talking to people they'll most likely never see. And if they ever do see them it will still be an awkward...'I know you online' kind of thing but 'I don't know you in person' kind of a tragedy. Either way...instead of going out to meet new people...people stay in to meet new people. That's fucked up. Is this really personal growth? NO. But my hypocrisy knows no bounds. I mean it's really hypocrASSy. These websites are a wonderful AND....what's worse... enjoyable waste of time. I hate myself because of it.

I think CAKE should write a song about it.


yes...CAKE.

So Jared turned me on to this really awesome blog. I started reading it and I got sick to my stomach...IN A GOOD WAY. I mean this girl really knows what she's talking about, and she's really smart. J, I salute you. And I'm not being fecetious (FECEtious...for FACETIOUS)...I really thought it was amazing. I don't know how anyone like this girl would be interested in my frivolous dribble, but if you read this and appreciate it...thankyou. J, you are my hero of the day.

I'd leave the link to the blog but I don't know if it's a private ordeal. I wouldn't want her to get upset because I linked when she doesn't even know me. I just wanted to acknowledge the greatness...

So...I woke up to "The Sword in the Stone"--and I kept watching it. It took me back to a happier day..."before the problem of evil"...is that right Jared? More like back to when disney movies were awesome. I hate almost everything that disney puts out now. I can't tell if it's because I'm old or if the movies just suck...I'm leaning more towards the SUCK.

I went to Scottsboro yesterday. Almost the same old stuff going on there...just no Rufus. It was sad. Snickers is compensating for her loss by stealing my father's shoes. It's kind of sweet. He petted her a long time the other day and since then she just keeps stealing his work shoes, takingthem into her little doghouse and here's the funniest part...she doesn't chew on them. She just takes them in there and leaves them. It's like she can't be close to Dad so she takes his shoes cause they smell like him and make her feel good. OR...maybe she's just a dog and she's acting weird and I'm stupid for wasting my time thinking about it...but who knows really...

Ok...I guess that's enough of an update...sidenotes?

k.

1. I hate running in glasses.
2. I hate running in glasses in rain.
3. I hate running in glasses inside on an indoor track.
4. Did I mention I hate my glasses? Like not how they look...just wearing them. This lasik surgery had better pay off.
5. wrote a new song the other day...I'm only proud of one verse of it though...I'll post it after the side notes.
6. no baked pasta?
7. I didn't go to the Hockey game because in all truth I really don't like hockey. Never have. I enjoy the fights, but not the game itself. So for all you people at UAH who thought I liked hockey and going to hockey games...ha....it's time I was honest anyway. I just don't want to go to hockey games.
8. I need a shower.
9. "you can't adopt a terrier/beagle mix unless it's going to be an inside dog or unless you have a fenced in yard." -- why? --"because they're too small, they'll get hurt or run over" --I have two rat terriers that weigh 15 pounds, they've lived their entire lives outside and they're great.---"well, what about getting run over"---12 acre farm, quarter mile from main road--"well, you'll have to take it up with Dr. Garner"---just give me the dog---"no fence, no inside, no dog"--but--"No dog. Have a nice day"

---------you have to understand, these people were ridiculous. The puppy was already bigger than Snickers and it still has a ways to grow. Anyway, I think mom and dad are gonna figure out a way around it....such as BREAKING and ENTERING.

ok that's it folks


Your soul is cracked
My heart is broken
The sky's grown black
And the rain is soakin'
The earth
Just give me some sun
I need some light

R.I.P. Rufus...You were my star

So today my puppy passed away. He was hit by a fed ex truck. I had him from Novemeber of 1997 to Februrary 2nd 2006...Poor Mr. Rufus. He lived a good life. Eating toenails of goats, killing rats, chasing Snickers, and just all in all being a wonderful loving pet. He will be sorely missed.
I remember when I first brought him home. He was so tiny. He was the runt of the litter and for some reason the name Rufus came to me. It was for him. No other name would have done him justice. Little Rat Terrier. Oh I loved that dog. I'm crying right now. I had several memorable moments with him. He always wanted to be petted, and he never once disobeyed. He was a good puppy. Almost died one time when his collar got tangled with his sister butterbean, but I was fortunate enough to save him then. This dog has been in my family since I was a freshman in highschool. I knew his time would come but I didn't think it would be from a fed ex truck. We live on a farm...I thought he'd die of old age. I just saw him Sunday, he was so lively so full of life...if only I'd known he'd be taken from me so soon, I'd have stayed and loved him a little more. What can I do now? My puppy is gone. He was my buddy. He'd go anywhere I wanted him to. And he never abandoned me. NEVER.

Oh my poor Rufus you were my star...you were my friend. I miss you so much.

Chocolate Cake makes a double appearance

first when I eat it...then when I puke it...

So I had some chocolate cake last night...it was from Kelsey's mom. It was really good. I ate three pieces...all at once. Then I got real sick. And we won't talk about that.

Let's see. I stayed up till 3:40 doing my bulletin board and rounds/duty logging...dropped the pager off at 8am and went back to bed till 11. Got up and finished my book review for 490...then came to work.

I've been thinking about some things lately. I don't know what they are, they just keep popping in my head. Like where am I going to be in 30 years? I don't even know if I see myself living that long...I mean I can't really fathom being that old at this point in life. Is that weird? Yeah a little. I think some people weren't meant to get old. I don't think I'm one of them, I just don't see myself in 30 years. People that die young...it's tragic...but in a way glorious isn't it? I mean they don't tarnish. They're always in their prime. Is it better to go out in a blaze of glory or just fade away? I mean James Dean...beefed it in his sportscar---but he's a legend either way. What if he had gotten old like Brando...granted Brando is a legend too...but probably only because he could keep acting. If he had died young what would he be now? Regardless, I am just a flash in the pan.

The Exponent owes me money. I want it. Where's my check. 200 dollars please! FREAKING PAY UP OR I'M GONNA SHAKE YOU DOWN.

I'm gonna shake them down and share my chocolate cake with them...vomit in their face. You hear Joe Terrell? VOMIT on you.

Today I looked at Emily Pearl before her RA interview and said "They're going to grill you." I said it in a cold and callous manner. I hope it made her nervous.