Friday, September 26, 2003

Yes it's been a week and few days since my birthday and there's a funny smell happening outside my window. I suspect a dead little creature, perhaps a squirrel or the poor bunny that i've been feeding lettuce to, or maybe another 'possum. The bunny track seems more plausible because today Rich and I spotted another bunny sitting right by the carcass bush, perhaps looking for its mother. I tried to take pictures of the carcass but could not find where it had hidden itself. I think perhaps one of the neighborhood dogs or cats have found it and injured it and Rich said that it was alive enough to crawl beneath our bush and die therewith. It reeks to high heaven and when I open my window the smell comes crashing into my room. My cat doesn't seem to enjoy it either for she hardly stays at the window for long periods. I left lettuce for the bunny under the bush. However I scared it away by trying to take pictures. The flies have come to congregate by my door and await their maggots to ascend to the skies and follow their ways. And so with death comes life. And so my story ends.

Me

Thursday, September 18, 2003

Oh and so my birthday came and went. It was decent. I got tons of stationery from my aunt! four books, not counting the books Mike forgot to send me! 3 CDs..., money, a brand spanking new hand mixer, one book light, a page mark dictionary (that I had fun with last night), 4 cards and two text messages wishing me a good one and one email. Mom woke me up to sing me Happy Birthday over the phone. Yeah i'm cool. haha I also made a birthday cake and due to its gooeyness started to flop on one side and other foods to be included are chicken marsala, marinated chicken wings, tiramisu, crap soup, lumpia filling (cause only Mike eats the wrapper), and slammin' salmon pesto. So we had a little feast, the 3 of us (in actuality it was four). Soot doesn't eat our food. Rich took a few pictures of the cake and the whole ceremony with the blowing and the opening and the eating and cooking and the going to the post office and supermarket. Perhaps I shall post a few for you lucky people out there. All in all twas a good day. Oh and I happened to follow a cake recipe that asked you to drizzle on some raspberry liqueur which I thought was delicious after having a slice but it seemed that two other people found it too alcohol-ish and I left before more people complained, except I must add that Rich had three slices...(1/4 of the cake). And it was a small cake. He claims it was just "to make sure..." I'll leave it to you.

Monday, September 15, 2003

Oh Mick Happy 17th birthday today! yay!
Two days until my b-day and here I am happy pappy. Nothin going on right now, waiting for my presents to come in so where are they guys? haha dun worri. lalala. I'm making some of my birthday dishes tomorrow and also the day of. Tiramisu is better the next day so I'm making it tomorrow for wednesday. I don't know what else to make. I can't have anyone else make it cause, trust me, no one can cook in this household but me. I'd probably end up eating something bland or some kind of meat smothered in some flavoring and thrown in the oven...nada mucho losah. gotta go.

Me

Friday, September 12, 2003

Mick, isn't it funny, concerning Andy Roddick...there's a lot of funny ways to play with his name. Like it's fun andy roddick (and erotic) or in cockney accent "that's an 'andy rod Dick." etc. etc. Yes I'm just freaking out right now. no real excuse as to why, just didn't get a call back from the people who are interviewing me! ahhhhhh. gotta go. acting up again.

Me

Thursday, September 11, 2003

oohoo someone's birthday's coming up! (it's mine) I have a three year plan, hopefully it will all come together smoothly. Shh. I've let myself stink up, good thing Rich smells worse that it covers up any coming from me...Oh I would like to say that no we have not gotten over September 11th. Just remembering it's anniversary has made me feel weird. It's remnants of PTSD or something like that. That was my worse semester at school ever. I should file a complaint because the teachers whose classes I didn't do well in were the ones who didn't talk about it and had no sympathy to their students. I am sorry to say that they are both gone because I would have liked to discuss these issues with them. Horrendous. I still feel ansy about it and have a fear that there may be more to come.

Tuesday, September 09, 2003

PMS-ing. I'm frustrated with everyone around me. I threw a crying fit at Rich and he declared "Michelle's Special Day" which entails a day at the bookstore where he bought me a new book, and he bought me a few treats. (dog like) I don't know if I should continue to perpetuate the myth that woman are bitches during their premenses period, but I really hormonally cannot help it one bit. Today I called him an ass for having a stomach ache. Does this time of the month also cause me to have horrible thoughts towards other females? Well I can't really say "other females" just his mother. It's bordering disrespect... What would my mother say? Well I've had it about ten years now and yet I still don't know what will come up. It's been really stressful lately and I have no idea why. I'm leaving now, but I will post a vampire teaser story on my other blogsite. Click on this :o) See y'all soon.

Me

Friday, September 05, 2003

Everyone says, "oh thank god it's Friday". We even have restaurants dedicated to this god of the week. TGIF sprang up, the father of other acronyms such as the ever famous "lol", "ttfn", "omg", NATO. But folks I've come to declare that I have gone against the grain and I have denounced Friday as a working man's day of worship. No! I cast Friday into a pit of fire and brimstone. I now am prone to shuddering at the thought of Friday's imminent appearance. Why you ask would I act this blasphemy? Because I have placed upon myself the burden of Saturday classes. Not only Saturday classes but morning classes to top it off. But if I curse Friday what shall be Friday's replacement? Simple you fools! Sunday of course. They have switched, the ironic Freaky Friday. Ah and now truly Sunday is the day of rest. By abhorring the golden calf of Friday I have found the light in the Sabbath. Tread firmly upon this sacred ground for you are blessed. Fare thee well.

Me.

Thursday, September 04, 2003

Ooh Thursday! 13 more days before my birthday. Oh and listen to this info, my poem has been accepted for a little magazine called Poetry Motel. I was all excited and shocked. haha. Like a giddy school girl. I still have to send my release form in but don't worry it's in the mail today! woohoo. The funny thing is that it's my first publication (for real, not counting anthology books and online publications) and they don't pay anything but only in contributor's copies, but I'll send them over to my family, or even copies (as in xerox). But it's better to have some real copies. Now this has given me a little push to send out more (for money) haha. I'm also working on short stories to send out. Ooh!! haha Gotta go. Thanks everyone! It's beautiful today, even though it's raining.

Me

Tuesday, September 02, 2003

It's raining here and finally the noisy/nosy neighbors have tromped off to school. Am I using "tromp" correctly? Well one definition is to stamp hard, but the other definition is to give a physical beating. Sometimes with all their noise I'd like to tromp on them...now now, don't get all politically correct on me, I would never do it...It's hard to speak freely in a country so full of censorship. Hey man, you can write what ever you want to, as long as it's not in my face. Do I go around advertising my blog? No, but then I don't yap about things that I don't think is decent enough to spell out here do i? Well decency is all relative. As my professor would say, it is a "jar word". If some people are decent then there are people out there who are indecent, but what is indecent? We are all decent! How dare you infer your idea of what decent is to me. I have my own thoughts of what is and what isn't. Intelligence is a jar word. If I say I'm intelligent I'm inferring that some people aren't intelligent, right away I'm separating you from me, but what the heck is intelligence? There's different types of intelligence, yes? Now there are types? woo. No wonder we can't live together. Too busy separating eachother from our own unique selves. I'm not preaching, you've seen me write about how much I dislike Kelley and Linda and everyone in this hell hole but I can dish it out. I don't go around saying "practice what you preach", maybe if we just didn't have so many stupid people.

Me

Monday, September 01, 2003

Happy Labor Day if you're here in the U.S. But Labor day is not a good holiday, it beckons us on with the temptation of barbecues and sports and get togethers. It's been waving to us from the beginning of summer, smiling provocatively until we think, hey that doesn't look so bad, and so we move closer, closer and we can smell the hot dogs and hamburgers and we're like, yeah there's no sign of fall here! This looks like summer to me. So we step up, innocently enough, over the threshold and behind us the door to summer locks with a quiet click, and we don't realize that we can never step back into the land of summer for a full year! We are now trapped in the land of quickly changing days, nights that are eager to begin even if we're not, cool weather that at first soothes our sun burnt skin and parched tongues but suddenly drops to frigid temperatures where even putting on all our clothes is never warm enough. Welcome to a New England end of summer bash where prices are 50 percent off. Our only hope is the thought of the few summer days that will once again hurriedly pass us by in a year. Welcome fall!

Me.

P.S. fall happens to be one of my more favorite times of the year. Summer my least.