urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suckmyportoar I Would Just Tell You Where I Stand suckmyportoar 2007-01-17T03:38:00Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suckmyportoar:6142 2007-01-17T03:38:00Z 2007-01-17T03:38:00Z And we're back to the grind.<br /><br />not before a crazy night out on the town, however.<br /><br />First Night? met up with the marines again. brought one home. (kicked the roommie... :-) )<br /><br />i started a blog.<br /><br />i don't exactly know why.<br /><br />link to come. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suckmyportoar:5867 2007-01-13T05:25:28Z 2007-01-13T05:25:28Z I don't quite know where I am going with this, but hold out. It may turn out to be a Carrie Bradshaw moment, or rather, a Picasso sketch that merely is strewn about and later reproduced to hang in MoMA to fill wall space; either way it's off my mind.<br /><br />Believe it or not, I enjoy thinking late at night. While sleep induces itself unto the majority of society, save for the socialites partying, the alcoholics and college students of the world drinking, and the starving artists painting, I enjoy thinking. It's almost as good as the quiet of a new fallen snow. (thinking, that is) The hush, the muffled scream, that the snow brings, it's almost comparable to night-time.<br /><br />A theory I've been developing? Lottery is the devil. No joke. More to come on that later. But for now, I'll divulge my queries and ideas on friendship.<br /><br />The premises I include, of course, i) people change, ii) friendship is a relationship of 2 persons for utility and/or happiness.<br /><br />Is it OK to allow a best friend to subside from said status to just a friend, and even further to an acquaintance? This person, who previously knew your inner most workings-- what made you tick, what your goals in life are, when to stop pushing the buttons, when to take them for coffee, etc.--- has now been demoted to a mere contact in your virtual Rolodex. What has happened? Have both the persons in this friendship changed? Has the utility vanished from the friendship, or is there no longer any happiness? <br /><br />My point is, not that I know the answer or have an opinion, what degenerates a friendship? What makes the friendship crash, and is there a blackbox to salvage the relationship? urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suckmyportoar:5401 2007-01-05T19:27:33Z 2007-01-05T19:27:33Z 1. What did you do in 2006 that you'd never done before?<br /> Interviewed for a job I really didn't care about, answered most of the questions sarcastically, and much to my suprise, got the job.<br /><br />2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?<br />I find if you have resolutions, you might not keep them. If you don't, you are never dissapointed.<br /><br />3. Did anyone close to you give birth?<br />Clover. She's the cow at Stew Leonard's.<br /><br />4. Did anyone close to you die?<br />Yes. RIP Roger King.<br /><br />5. What countries did you visit?<br />In 2006? Suprisingly none.<br /><br />6. What would you like to have in 2007 that you lacked in 2006?<br />A good attitude.<br /><br />7. What date from 2006 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?<br />July. It was a bad day. For all of us.<br /><br />8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?<br />Snatching a job with Fordham's General Counsel. A job that's reserved for law interns. <br /><br />9. What was your biggest failure?<br />Alyssa Treat. ( ;-) love ya kiddo)<br /><br />10. Did you suffer illness or injury?<br />Please. I don't want to relive it. The Health Center sucks, let's just put it that way.<br /><br />11. What was the best thing you bought?<br />Dinner at the ESPNZone. ...Whatevs, I'm easily bought. Oh! And an iHome stereo, which Hilary and I use in the shower to entertain one another. ...Separately. <br /><br />12. Whose behaviour merited celebration?<br />Mine. I may already be a winner of the Reader Digest Prize Draw!<br /><br />13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?<br />My dog's. What a tool.<br /><br />14. Where did most of your money go?<br />ESPNZone, MetroCards, Golden City, Fresh Taco Kitchen, and Coach.<br /><br />15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?<br />Christmas Shopping and eating cheese and bread in CP in February in short sleeves and a tee shirt.<br /><br />16. What songs will always remind you of 2006?<br />"Smack That". I DON'T KNOW!<br /><br />17. Compared to this time last year, are you happier or sadder?<br />give or take.<br /><br />18. What do you wish you'd done more of?<br />been awesome.<br /><br />19. What do you wish you'd done less of?<br />thinking i was already of awesome quality.<br /><br />20. How will you be spending Christmas?<br />Eve i spent with mum and pops and the neighborhood. Day I spent with mum, pops and the Alts. herein: the fam.<br /><br />22. Did you fall in love in 2006?<br />I know of no other term to describe my endearment for my new AF shirt.<br /><br />23. How many one night stands?<br />Please. I go out once a week per semester. What is that, 20?<br /><br />24. What were your favourite TV programmes?<br />Entourage.<br /><br />25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?<br />I don't hate, but I've grown to dislike a few more than I care to remain to like at the same time last year.<br /><br />26. What was the best book you read?<br />Courtroom 302 ...no suprise there. And I reread Life on the Outside, and I also reread The Giver and I'm working on State of Fear.<br /><br />27. What was your greatest musical discovery?<br />The Flute. I take all credit.<br /><br />28. What did you want and get?<br />4 Marines. <br /><br />29. What did you want and not get?<br />More rugby shirts.<br /><br />30. What was your favourite film of this year?<br />Talledega Nights, I'm easliy amused. I'm off to see "A Night at the Museum" with mumsie pretty soon.<br /><br />31. What did you do on your birthday and how old were you?<br />19, went to massachusetts and ate an eclair. pretty freaking fantastic. Oh, and I think I went to the Pub.<br /><br />32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?<br />haha, I think Lindsay knows.... ;-) Something that didn't, but may have, over the summer, with a certain somebody.<br /><br />33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2006?<br />It started off as 'preppy', with an 'i'm-going-to-pretend-i-really-don't-care' attitude, but it just escalated from there. I now wear sweatpants to the caf! <br /><br />34. What kept you sane?<br />Hilary. She bought me alcohol on a Monday night. Some moron really made me angry. So I talked to my computer/myself for a while. She cured it with 2 40's.<br /><br />35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?<br />Kevin Federline.<br /><br />36. What political issue stirred you the most?<br />It's actually right now. "Ashley" the "Pillow Angel".<br /><br />37. Who did you miss?<br />my pet rock.<br /><br />38. Who was the best new person you met?<br />and became good friends with? Allie.<br /><br />39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2006?<br />Don't eat the yellow snow; and be nice, but if you can't, don't waste time trying to water things down. Spit them out they way they appear.<br /><br />40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year?<br />'all the small things'<br /><br />And now the "first sentence from every month" thing, with commentary!<br /><br />yeah, im not doing that.<br /><br />Happy 2007. Let the games begin. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suckmyportoar:5355 2006-12-25T19:38:07Z 2006-12-25T19:38:07Z merry christmas. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suckmyportoar:5087 2006-12-24T03:18:27Z 2006-12-24T03:18:27Z people often demand freedom of speech as a compensation<br />for freedom of thought which they seldom use.<br /><br />in 2 hours it will be christmas eve. once again, the menu is plentiful, and there does not seem to be an end to the massive amounts of food to be served. friends and family will gather near, drinking, eating, spreading the christmas cheer, etc. kinda makes you reflect on what you have done this past year, and thinking "dammitall. do i really deserve these gifts?"<br /><br />let's play 'what has ashley done this year!'<br /><br />- in charge of 46 cases during the summer. read, summarized, and evaluated all the cases, giving an unqualified opinion on which ones should be tossed.<br />- began sophmore year, and ended freshman year in college<br />- let roommate dye her hair blonde.<br />- had to dye hair red, because the blonde did not come out as planned.<br />- broke into an administration/classroom building on a saturday at 6pm.<br />- fell out of said building.<br />- went out partying, and met 4 marines. ...hooked up with 3 of them.<br />- danced on far too many bartops.<br />- received and drank far too many free drinks.<br />- had a tongue far too sharp than necessary<br />- freaked out over an accounting exam<br />- got a job offer with the fordham's general counsel<br /> - practiced LSAT's up the wazoo<br />- got a job at WFUV, broadcasting sports<br />- pulled off a 3.2gpa for the semester<br />- baked well over 74 jumbo cookies.<br /><br />the last feat, intrinsically will earn me at least 1/3 of my chirstmas gifts, if not more.<br /><br />2 stories for you ML. Get ready. Because, really, only my life could be this entertaining, and who else could write them down like this?<br /><br />1) I had an accounting exam. It was a final. It was to be held on a Saturday, at 9:30AM. Hey, no biggie. 9:30AM, but on a Saturday? Whose sick mind decided that it would be a good idea to give COLLEGE STUDENTS (who enjoy partying on Friday nights) an exam on SATURDAY morning? whatever. All day Friday, I studied my brains out. I studied cash flows, I studied accounts receivables, I studied uncollectables, adjusting entries, and even goodwill. By 11pm, I still had no idea what I was doing. I decided to go to bed. I also decided that because the exam was 2 hours long, there was no way in hell I was staying that long. So I made the executive decision that I was leaving at precisely 11am. Before I went to bed, however, and long before 11pm the night before, I cracked. I cracked. I went ballistic. I took it all out on a good friend, and to my surprise, he took it quite well. <br />It began as a jest, a sort of poking of fun at him. Asking him how the girl he likes (who doesn't like him back) was, etc. Then, he asked how my exams were going. I freaked. "I'm going to fail my accounting mid-term!" No, you're not. "No, I don't think you understand. I am going to fail!" relax. it's paper and ink. that's all it really is. "NO! No its not! It's a test, that if I fail, it will drag down my entire GPA. Then, there goes my cum. THEN, I won't get into law school, and if I don't get into law school, I won't be able to be an attorney, and therefore, I will most likely never be happy, and die lonely and forgotten, and nobody will noticed that I have died until the smell drifts into the hallway." relax, its really not that bad. the whole class will probably fail too, so there will be a curve. "I don't know if you know this, but life isn't based on a curve! You can't go through life thinking 'gee, that presentation really sucked ass, but no worries, the CEO will most likely curve it.' " it's paper and ink. stop freaking out.<br />Well, I didn't stop freaking out until 9:40 the next morning, the morning of the exam. Then it hit me. It really didn't matter. It didn't matter that I had no idea what was on the test. I had spent hours freaking out, and making my friend's life a living hell, before I realized I had placed this test on a platform of paramount importance, when really, it didn't matter all that much. <br /><br />i made jumbo cookies. for the last time. i don't care how much you pay, coerce, bribe or extort me to make these heathen cookies, i refuse. let's start with the recipe. hey, that sucked, didn't it? no set amounts, really, were given. So, Ashley played chemist all day. And didn't bother to write down the correct amounts, because quite frankly, who gave a damn after the batter was complete. <br />3/4 OR 1 cup of sugar. OH really?! In 4 years OR never i will make these cookies again. Let's just try that, shall we? <br />Batter tasted fine.<br />sat overnight.<br />emily and i rolled, cut, baked, and glazed over 74 of these precious gems. how long do they stay in the over, you may ask? Who the hell knows cares!? How much does the recipe for the glaze make? Why does it matter, when you don't even have amounts in the recipe!? <br />it was an EXPERIENCE. There were cookies and glaze EVERYWHERE. <br />and mum, with her fetish of ziploc bags, i may have used about 10, to put these godforsaken cookies in the freezer. OH RIGHT. There's no room in the freezer. Well, since mum was at school, I threw a ton of crap out to make room for these cookies. There was NO WAY that work was going to waste. It's an experience i'd rather not recount until a later date. a MUCH later date. <br /><br />&lt;3 peace out. it's christmas. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suckmyportoar:4717 2006-11-25T05:44:58Z 2006-11-25T05:44:58Z somethings warrant an explanation in life.<br /><br />good company, a finely brewed cup of coffee, and a great film need not.<br /><br />i have grown older in this world, and feel i have used up more than my fair share of allotted words and eager audiences.<br /><br />succinctness is undeniably a virtue.<br /><br />of which, i am in pursuit of.<br /><br /><br />back to paper writing and goal-seeking. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suckmyportoar:4462 2006-11-25T01:38:48Z 2006-11-25T01:38:48Z hot date tonight.<br /><br />K.I.S.S. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suckmyportoar:4270 2006-11-09T14:35:04Z 2006-11-09T14:35:04Z okay. so, yesterday was obviously a fine example of why i love the rain.<br /><br />after getting over a significant cold/virus/SARS, i was able to move from my bed to the bathroom without getting winded. true story.<br /><br />so i figured i'd go to the caf. (1/2 across campus.) when i was done with brekkie/lunch i would go to South/North (all the way across campus), and make copies.<br /><br />simple you say.<br /><br />well, it was pouring, i couldn't breathe out my nose, i was wearing shorts and flip flops (it seemed like a good idea at the time), and carrying a binder. No, i didn't fall, but i didn't have an umbrella either.<br /><br />soaked when i got to the caf. ate. went to south/north. ...COPIER BROKEN. whatthefuckmate. actually, no. not one, but BOTH the copiers were broken. fuckthisshit.<br /><br />walked back, soping wet, and 2 cars sprayed me from the road.<br /><br />took a shower when i got back, because i wasn't already wet enough, and relaxed. did work.<br /><br />get a pedicure, and a colour lynn would NEVER approve of. 10 bucks. hotdiggtydamn.<br /><br />and then....<br />i did the strangest thing online. ever. if you have facebook, you'll soon find out. <br />please feel free to hanrange me as much as possible. ;-)<br /><br />if you have no idea what i am talking about, thats cool too. most of the time, i have no idea what people are talking about either.<br /><br />point in case.<br /><br />Lindsay Catherine, will you marry me? ;-) WE'LL TALK.<br />*phone tag sucks. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suckmyportoar:3965 2006-10-28T20:26:59Z 2006-10-28T20:26:59Z Hey _________! It's me. You are never going to believe what happened to me today. I'm sitting in the unemployment office, waiting on my LOSER of a caseworker...when from out of nowhere, this TOTAL stranger walks right up to me, sits down, and leans over and says something like "this is going to sound a <i> little obsessive </i>. This is going sound a little buit strange. I have but one thing to say before I turn and walk away. This is going to sound a little implusive. This is going to sound a little insane...but you and I will be together someday. <br /><br />...super busy. Halloween party tonight. Slutty housewife.<br /><br />crew. fall mets. bronx.<br /><br />incoherent thoughts. fragmented sentences.<br /><br />of note: (or not). I really you rather stay at your own school. I rather you not trollop around, much like you have for the past god-knows-how-many years. I'm sorry you made poor decisions.<br /><br />okay. good talk. <br /><br />&lt;<div class='ljparseerror'>[<b>Error:</b> Irreparable invalid markup ('&lt;she [...] you,&gt;') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.]<br /><br /><div style="width: 95%; overflow: auto">Hey _________! It&#39;s me. You are never going to believe what happened to me today. I&#39;m sitting in the unemployment office, waiting on my LOSER of a caseworker...when from out of nowhere, this TOTAL stranger walks right up to me, sits down, and leans over and says something like &quot;this is going to sound a &lt;i&gt; little obsessive &lt;/i&gt;. This is going sound a little buit strange. I have but one thing to say before I turn and walk away. This is going to sound a little implusive. This is going to sound a little insane...but you and I will be together someday. <br /><br />...super busy. Halloween party tonight. Slutty housewife.<br /><br />crew. fall mets. bronx.<br /><br />incoherent thoughts. fragmented sentences.<br /><br />of note: (or not). I really you rather stay at your own school. I rather you not trollop around, much like you have for the past god-knows-how-many years. I&#39;m sorry you made poor decisions.<br /><br />okay. good talk. <br /><br />&lt;&lt;she met you, hated you, and talked about you behind your back.&gt;&gt;</div></div> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suckmyportoar:3645 2006-10-22T21:35:12Z 2006-10-22T21:35:12Z i suppose coming home has its perks. <br />went shopping, get a mani/pedi with mom and em, stew's (por supuesto), the pub!!!!!!, and many other glorious adventures with my home loves.<br /><br />however, i miss fordham and my loves there dearly. I have missed a tino's sunday, which makes me utterly miserable. I don't know how much longer i can go without my chicken cutlet grinder.<br /><br />in related news, unexpected visits are just that. unexepected as in unpleasant. <br /><br />sometimes, less really is more. as in 'the less i see of you, the more i really don't want to see of you'. <br /><br />but in terms of horsepower, green M&M's, snow-days, juicy-juice, and time spent with RK, ( :-) love ya babe haha), less is not always more.<br /><br />incidentally, i miss my roommie, and i went to home depot. <br />true story.<br /><br />p.s. p.s. is out. also is totes obvi in. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suckmyportoar:3549 2006-09-25T20:01:06Z 2006-09-25T20:01:06Z sometimes, when you think it just might be a <b> really good idea </b> to see an old friend, it isn't.<br /><br />some comments need to be kept in the darkest corners of the mind, and never orated.<br /><br />if effort isn't put in on both ends, things ultimately fail and get awkward, and therefore my effort is now defunct.<br /><br /><br />okay. venting is over. ...for the most part.<br /><br />grrrr. and this isn't pointed at anyone important. sry. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suckmyportoar:3212 2006-09-20T00:45:56Z 2006-09-20T00:45:56Z ...the lightning flashes in her eyes, and he knows that she knows...<br /><br /><br />Quotes from the life of yours truly:<br /><br />- "Get to the right side of the river...or you will crash into Columbia, and you will DIE.... ...That is all." - Ted, over the bullhorn at 7am.<br /><br />- ::Tim, drunk as fuck, runs down hallway, smacks into wall, falls backward, curls into fetal position, and laughs."<br /><br />- "We're racing for Teddy P, beeches!" - racing to see who gets ro fuck the strength coach.<br /><br />- "hahha, I guess it's like that time we lost the dock-tool last year!" <b> "We lost the dock tool?!" </b> "...haha---no!. I know where it is." <b> "Where?" </b> "...somewhere in the Harlem. ...or maybe it's moved to the Hudson. ....okay, fine. it sleeps with the fishes." - on the disappearances of metal objects.<br /><br />- "these houses are so nice. i would buy one and kill myself in it." - on pennsylvania real property<br /><br />- "who is the artist of this <i> fantastic song </i>?!" <b> "kitty" </b>. "Oh, so its the 'Meow Mix Remix'?" - On bad techno and unappreciated jokes.<br /><br />- "i dont have any actions that i repeatedly do! i'm not fun!" <b> "you repeatedly put the cap on the toothpaste. (pause) ...yeah, i guess you're right. you really aren't fun." </b> - On habits and aggrevating factors with roommates.<br /><br />- "you going to practice tomorrow?" <b> "No." </b> (12 hours later.) "I see you made it to practice." <b> "funny how that alarm clock goes off." </b><br /><br />- "why don't you quit crew...?" <b> "cause i don't have a good enough reason?" </b> "sleep?! vacations? week-ends? rest and relaxation? charitable activities?" <b> "like i said...no reasons to quit..." </b><br /><br /><br />....its just a clock on the wall, but it's ticking away.<br /><br /><br /> &lt;3<br /><br />i suppose i should cut my losses. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suckmyportoar:2996 2006-09-12T20:46:36Z 2006-09-12T20:46:36Z <u> Things That Make Me Deliriously Happy </u><br /><br />* College boys.<br />* Toga parties.<br />* Boys that bring dead tree limbs into the dorm while drunk.<br />* Quote walls.<br />* Eating paper to destroy all evidence of writing on said paper.<br />* Lysol.<br />* Blue-boy.<br />* Tino's.<br />* RUGBY-BOY.<br />* Partying at the Gugginheim.<br />* Drunk boys trying to find alcohol in my room, while in a peaceful slumber.<br />* Off-campus apartments.<br />* Being 50 miles away from home.<br /><br /><br />....* Being 50 miles away from home is the difference between a toga party and your bedsheets.<br /><br />:-) urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suckmyportoar:2685 2006-08-03T20:01:57Z 2006-08-03T20:01:57Z i wish it would rain.<br /><br />i wish i could go home.<br /><br />i wish i was having dinner with mumsie at outback.<br /><br />i wish paco would come home from tejas.<br /><br />i wish i didn't really have to go to a cheerleading competition this week-end.<br /><br />i wish i could tolerate milk products.<br /><br />i wish i could co-ordinate my outfits.<br /><br />i wish my roomie was here to help me co-ordinate my outfits.<br /><br />i wish i was back at fordham.<br /><br />...yeah. i wish i was back at fordham.<br /><br />i also wish i had an audience for my febreeze dance(s). urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suckmyportoar:2382 2006-07-31T12:43:14Z 2006-07-31T12:43:14Z orientation today, and then sleeping over with lindsay!!!!!!!!<br /><br />and i swear to high heavens if i dont see TJ Jordan i will literally murder someone.<br /><br />literally.<br /><br />i have my sharpened tooth-brush all ready. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suckmyportoar:2298 2006-07-26T15:11:33Z 2006-07-26T15:11:33Z Leave your name, and...<br />1. I'll respond with something random about you<br />2. I'll challenge you to try something<br />3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you<br />4. I'll tell you something I like about you<br />5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you<br />6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of<br />7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you<br />8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your lj urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suckmyportoar:1984 2006-07-13T18:24:01Z 2006-07-13T18:24:01Z no words come out when i want to describe you.<br /><br />K. So, everyday I drive down 684. Nice little thruway. ...Slow lane crawls along at 80mph.<br /><br />(you'll find me in the fast lane, but that's irrelevant.)<br /><br />I was late.<br /><br />(by 15 minutes. :-O )<br /><br />Everday after exit 2 (westchester county airport) there is a gorgeous resivour that I can never really get a good look at.<br /><br />(because i have to keep up with the traffic going mach 2.)<br /><br />Yesterday on the way to work, I saw a sign. 4.5 mile delay because of an accident. Okay, nothing too terrible. So I'll rock out to Shania Twain for a few, play my new jamie cullum CD for a bit, and presto, I'm in the office.<br /><br />(not so much.)<br /><br />Traffic crawled, deadpanned, crawled, engines stopped, hot guy driving next to me...<br /><br />(you're goddamn right i revved my engine!)<br /><br />Saw the accident. <br /><br />(more like a demolition derby.)<br /><br />4 cars in the northbound lane. one in the median. one in the right-hand lane on the SOUTHbound side.<br /><br />(glass and bodies were everywhere)<br /><br />Heard a helicopter overhead. ...Figured it was going to WCCA. It was like a mile from where i was idling.<br /><br />(yeah, okay, that helicopter is pretty damn close to my car.)<br /><br />Medivac helicopter lands LITERALLY <b> RIGHT </b> next to my car. <br /><br />(had to refix my hair and roll up the windows.)<br /><br />Inched up a bit. 4 bodies. covered in white linen. head to toe. 1 body covered in white linen. bleeding profusly from arms, legs, hands, head, and shoulders. oxygen masks. transported to medivac by 4 techs. ambulances, firetrucks, police cars. <br /><br />(10 miles of rubberneckers on the way into the city)<br /><br />Got to the office. Called mom. <br /><br />(got the 'I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! IF YOU WEREN'T LATE THIS MORNING, THAT COULD HAVE BEEN YOU' rant. told to pray. did so.)<br /><br />left office. trees down everywhere across the southbound side. northbound side (my route home) of course, had to rubberneck. <br /><br />(stunning)<br /><br />Slowing down to 25mph, i looked out my window. ...THE RESIVOUR. I got to see it!<br /><br />okay, okay, i know that sounds so lame, but it reminds me of someone, and a memories of good times....<br /><br />thats all. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suckmyportoar:1687 2006-07-11T19:31:58Z 2006-07-11T19:31:58Z I've been thinking about this for quite some time now, and I do believe it is a touch past due.<br />I've decided that this is crucial to the betterment of my life.<br />And I'm not going to lie, if it's not on here, it doesn't make me <b> genuinely smile/happy </b>.<br /><br /><u> THINGS THAT MAKE ME GENUINELY SMILE: </u><br /> * Thunderstorms in the evening.<br /> * Finding people unexpectedly at my house/in my room.<br /> * Friends that know your drink order anywhere you go.<br /> * Carrying around $7.48 in my car compartment.<br /> (There is a reason!)<br /><br /> * Getting caught in the rain on the 2.5 mile mark of your 4 mile run.<br /> * Scooby-Doo Fruit Snacks.<br /> * Getting unexpectedly sprayed with a hose. In the <br /> winter.<br /> * Driving waverunners/catching sweet air ;).<br /> * Being driven around by someone completely pyscho<br /> on a waverunner. :-) jk[rpk]jk.<br /> * Trying to break my truck-honking record of 7/hr<br /> during a 3 hour car ride.<br /> * Midnight conversations, yawning, and deciding to <br /> go to bed at 11:30, even though my declared bedtime<br /> is 8:30.<br /> * Waking up at 4:30am and realizing I have another <br /> half hour of sleep!<br /> * Jumping off chicken rock.<br /> * Paying parking tickets. (a fetish, im sure.)<br /> * Coffee and/or wine while cooking.<br /> * Dancing in my kitchen when nobody's home.<br /> * Rolling down hills for no reason late at night.<br /> * Refusing to go out, and having the entire crew <br /> team call you to get you out to Tinker's...where, <br /> you actually have an awesome time and meet a few <br /> guys.<br /> * Not to sound too cliche, but dancing in the rain<br /> has its perks.<br /> * East Road.<br /> * The General Lee.<br /> * Stealth Mode.<br /> * Post-Its. Everywhere. Esp. the ones that get <br /> left-over in Black-Unger's hair.<br /> * Pool parties.<br /> * Pool parties where people get thrown in.<br /> * The fact that the ONLY person in my phone that <br /> name-dial does not recognize is Fuchs, therefore <br /> causing one to sit outside at Starbucks and <br /> repeatedly say "FYOUUUCCCKKSS. [name not <br /> recognized. try again!] FUYOUcks! [name not <br /> recognized. please try again!] FUCK! [calling <br /> FUCK!]"<br /> * Spending a day the beach while it rained when I <br /> should have been washing cars.<br /> * typing on livejournal and getting paid an obscene <br /> amount for it.<br /> * Spontenaity.<br /> * Confrontation. ...sad? yes. true? yes. deal with<br /> it, and get on with your life.<br /> * twofers at the vending machines.<br /> * Venting anger/stress by routinely calling<br /> corporations and getting free stuff.<br /> * Gerber daisies.<br /> * bendy-straws.<br /> * Ma's meatloaf.<br /> * Skylights.<br /> * Boys who play the air guitar.<br /> * Worn in baseball caps.<br /> * 80 year old men who wear sweatbands and wristbands <br /> while walking.<br /> * Not having a day-planner!!<br /> * sweatpants. what type of life have i been living<br /> that i have not been wearing sweatpants.<br /> * glasses.<br /> * my grandmothers necklaces.<br /> * tiffany's.<br /> * evening fireworks.<br /> * hammocks.<br /> * afternoon outside naps.<br /> * the afternoon commute.<br /> * my morning coffee pot.<br /> * law. and order. and law&order.<br /> * Recalling my illict week-end activities in the caf<br /> the next day. ... ;-)<br /> * stealing road signs. at 9:30am. On a Tuesday.<br /><br /> Okay, I'm sure there is more, but this is a good start. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suckmyportoar:1295 2006-07-05T14:44:00Z 2006-07-05T14:44:00Z Okay. Update. Fuchs and I went galavanting, per usual. Saturday was the beach and boating. The beach was hot, (so were the lifeguards) and the boating was spectacular. So were the fireworks. <br /><br />I celebrated my birthday with my grandparents, and my parents came home from Italy. I have been informed I am to return there next year, accompanied by Lynn, Frank, and Emily. Either Italy or Greece, though I'd much perfer to see Greece.<br /><br />Went golfing with Gabe, and decided I should really get into this whole running thing. So, I am off to buy a marathon book today... if I can't find the info on the web.<br /><br />No, dammit, i'm not going to run the actual marathon, cause I might get hit by a meteor, but i have decided to do something with the running i've been doing instead of just going in circles. literally. might as well push myself in the off-season as much as i do in season, therefore ...actually, i dont know if that is decent logic, but, hey, gotta do something in the down time.<br /><br />It's raining, fireworks were cancelled last night, and I was mildly disappointed. <br /><br />....this was mindless rambling.<br /><br />anyone up for a yank/sea game in mid-julio? urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suckmyportoar:1133 2006-07-02T19:32:10Z 2006-07-02T19:32:10Z <font size="5"> what?! you pooped in the refridgerator? ...and you ate the whole wheel of cheese?! heck, im not even mad, thats amazing.</font> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suckmyportoar:282 2006-06-19T19:10:30Z 2006-06-19T19:10:30Z I have decided to re-vamp the whole LJ thing, and use it more often. Besides, one always needs a break from looking out the window while at work.<br /><br />This summer is hectic, but just crazy enough. The beach is fantastic, and work is what it is. I'm looking to pick up a week-end job, but only one that doesn't involve a lot of human interaction. (Remember, I am not a people person.) <br /><br />Thought about waitressing, but that involves too little pay and too much stress for what it actually involves. <br /><br />So, instead, after careful consideration, I decided that the hours I would have worked on the week-ends I would spend in a gym. With my padre. (Bonding time, you know the drill) So, as if the 5miles 6 days a week wasn't enough, I'm gonna gym it. For kicks.<br /><br /><br />Whhoooooohhh. <b> I LOVE IT. </b>.<br /><br />over and out.