Loosing My Youth

July 30, 2009 was my 23rd birthday. I'm an old hag now.

Getting old scares the shit out of me. But I will always enjoy a tasty chocolate waffle.

Quick Hiatus

I'm going to have to take a quick hiatus from posting for the next 4 days because I'll be in Chicago for Lollapalooza! I'm so excited! Hopefully I'll be able to finish posting about the road trip and update about Lolla by the end of next week. Thats my goal!

Have a fantastic weekend

Hindsight

My parents have been asking me for weeks to go to PetsMart and buy a pool for the dogs thinking they will happily splash inside the tiny bucket. I personally thought it was foolish because it is only going to be one more item that will be left muddy and discarded, tarnished by the trio of pups. I finally caved and ventured to PetsMart yesterday and bought the freaking pool. I also filled it up on the porch with hopes that maybe I was wrong and the dogs would love it. My intial reaction was correct. Moose simply just sat next to it confused. Riley drank water out of it before trying to pee in it. And Doc wouldn't even leave the house.

Mission Failed.

Preshalina

http://www.likecool.com/Cutest_Rats--Pic--Gear.html

Lamo

Got my new camera in the mail. I've never fallen in love so swiftly. 12 mega pixels, 4x zoom, touch screen, and stunning slim body. I'm an idiot: forgot to buy a memory card. Now I have to wait until it shows before I can take more than 2 pictures.

Picture This. Oh Wait, I Can't

Yesterday (Sunday) I spent all day laying tile with my Dad and breathing in smoke from the wet saw (I think I have contracted the black lung). After spending most of the day working on the floor I was really excited to take pictures and post them to prove how handy I truly can be when I realized my camera is BUSTED. It won't stop blinking at me. Its a pretty crappy camera that was at the height of its days a mere four years ago but has since lost touch. I'm assuming this is a sign from the Heavens that it is time for me to move on a finally purchase the type of camera I've been dreaming of. I've narrowed it down to two options:

This is the Nikon - Coolpix 12.1 Megapixel

And this is the Sony - Cyber-shot 9.1 Megapixel

They are essentially the same camera except with a few minor differences. Obvs the Nikon has more pixels and Nikon's are known for being great cameras. I have a Nikon film camera similar to the one above and my Dad has a Nikon that is pretty much the fanciest nicest thing I've ever seen. But are more pixels and a trustworthy name worth an extra $70 over the Sony? I need help deciding! Let me know what you think. Or if you even care at all.

Peace Out BD

Basement Dave is moving out. I never thought this day would come. He unexpectedly dropped the bomb this morning finally admitting he has BOUGHT a house near World Gate. I'm really happy for him, I'm just surprised. I honestly thought he would be in the basement for as long as my parents are.

Speaking of my parents, they are moving as well. Having just gotten back from a week long trip to South Carolina, they have returned with new dreams. They found a place in Summerville, SC. Their plan is to wait until the summer, propose a bid, if its accepted they'll both retire, sell all their stuff, and move away. Its weird to think about. We've lived in this house for 20 years. Where am I supposed to go when they move? Probs good chance I'll end up following them to SC. It won't be so bad. 20 minutes from Charleston, an hour from the beach, and a short 5 hours from everything I care about in VA. I'm excited for them but its strange to think about things changing so drastically. I don't know it I like the idea or not.

Stupid Things

We all have done and will do an exorbitant amount of stupid things in our life. I did something stupid and I knew it was stupid months before I did it, but I was fine with it because it was my choice. My consequence. My life. I can't justify everything I do because sometimes there is no reason except to fuck around and have some fun. I really don't know what else to say.

Missing

What: My paycheck. It has arrived consistently on Wednesdays for the past 6 months. Except this week.

Suspect: Jon

Motive: Revenge

Result: Financial Sabotage

Eff My Life

As I was about to get onto Route 50 on my way to work this morning I realized I had forgotten my Dad's parking pass. See, I got tickets to a Caps game at the Verizon Center for tonight but I hate to leave my car all the way in Alexandria and take the metro. So my Dad is letting me use his parking spot since its not far from Verizon. Anyways, realizing I had forgotten the freaking parking pass immediately put me in a tizzy. I could even see myself saying "I'll leave the pass and gate clicker on the table so I won't forget them." I did a quick U turn at the mall and made my way back home only to find that the pass and the clicker were NOT where I had left them! I panicked. I started rifling through the papers and magazines on the table but with no luck. Out of sheer desperation I approached Jon and asked if he knew where the pass and clicker were. He said "No" so I headed back downstairs while frantically calling my parents for help (at this point I knew I was going to be at least 10 minutes late for work). I noticed Jon following me downstairs and I thought to myself "What is he doing? Theres no way hes coming to help me! Thats way too out of character for him!" Then two things happened that made my morning explode into a rage attack. First, Jon lifted up a hat he "just happened" to have thrown on top of the clicker, preventing it from being seen. When I questioned him why he had to put his hat on top of the thing I was looking for he simply said "Because I did." Not wanting to let my sheer hate for him cause me to murder him, I continued looking for the parking pass. Second, Jon coincidentally shook out the magazine that the parking pass was shoved inside. He then followed that with "If you just looked you could have found them." This set me off. I know he hid those things because he knew I would need them! WTF!? By this point I was way late for work (In this office, more than 3 minutes is way late) and now he was pissing me off! We ended the whole experience by screaming hateful and "fuck"-filled things at each other. Isn't it enough that we co-exist? Does he really have to be an asshole? I could freaking scream.

Cat Scrath Fever

I woke up one morning this past week with an unexpected bloody wound on my arm. This isn't the first time this had happened. This is the result of Axl Rose on my life.

Mission Pee Pee

For those of you who have had the unfortunate experience of ever being near my younger brother, I'm sure you've either heard of or seen for yourself the monsterous brat that he is. Without going into a long foul rant about every idiot action he has ever done or gotten arrested for, I have decided to finally take drastic action in regards to his bathroom habits. If any of you knew what it was like to share a bathroom with this germ infested beast you would be very surprised that I have not developed more of an unhygenic stench. Being the only girl sandwhiched between two boys, I have always shared public home grounds with stinky boys and I have able to tolerate it for the past 22 years. But, I have reached my breaking point. So instead of picking fights and throwing punches, I'm taking a public stance against him. Now, in order to save him some diginity and myself some blood pressure points, I will refrain from ranting on his past actions (though most of you have already heard ALL about them) and only take to the internet for his most current disgusting, unfair, completely diluted acts of insanity.

A few days ago I went to use the bathroom my brother and I share with Basement Dave only to find the toilet covered in yellow. BD is much more respective than to ever let something like that happen so I knew who was the pee culpret. After confronting my brother about his "mess" and making him clean it up, he wished to maked me aware that becuase I'm not a boy I don't know how hard it is to pee in a toilet bowl. WTf!!?? Needless to say the conversation ended with me yelling about his disgusting habits while he mumbled mean things about me under his breath becuase he doesn't have the balls to say them to my face. In an attempt to avoid ever talking with him again and cleaning up other people's piss, this is what I left:


So far its effective. I would never purposely pee in someone else's bed (maybe on accident??) so if it comes down to making these threats a reality, I'll probably just use water. But, who knows? Maybe someday he'll make me mad enough to actually do it. Or maybe I should just grow up and move out of my parents house??