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[Aug. 23rd, 2006|04:16 am] |
I won
on ebay today.
And I hope to win
which will be perfect for Wheatland in two weeks. I'm really excited about it, I only when once before and had a blast, but it sucks my brother won't be there. He was supposed to fly home for it but the bastard couldn't break his stupid plans for us. So what if his plans are to climb a...oh god...I just decided to read about Mt Ranier and found that people die climbing it every year. I saw the mountain and it was big and all but I didn't know it was like the hardest mountain to climb in the continental US and that only about half the people actually succeed in climbing it and some people die. Now I'm going to spend my entire Wheatland forgetting to enjoy the music and imagining Marc falling off a hill and cracking his head open, followed by the Mountain spewing hot lava all over his unconscious hemorrhaging body.
It seems too pretty to be dangerous, but upon closer inspection,
Why did I make this post? I wanted to be sad because he was not going to be playing songs around the tent and drinking beer with me. Now I'm going to be sad because he's never going to play songs with me and drink beer with me ever again because he's going to be crushed in an avalanche. |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2006|12:19 am] |
I was just looking at my tongue in the mirror.
It's really ugly. Pretty gross. |
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| And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind |
[Aug. 20th, 2006|10:08 pm] |
So, bout time I talked about my trip. It was quite good.
We left at 7 am on a Thursday morning. I had worked all night long, so this was a long day for me. I drove first; we were headed for Niagra Falls. I drove until we got to Cleveland, and then Rachel took over. Then it started pouring rain. We got off the turnpike 3 times, and then finally just took a side road with less traffic until we got to Pennsylvania. Which was a good plan. We heard on the radio shortly after that they were closing portions of the turnpike due to flooding.
So, we get to Niagra at about 8pm. I am exhausted. I couldn't sleep in the car, which I should have known would happen. I get all freaked out every time the driver breaks or changes lanes or anything. I'm too tense the whole time.
Anyway, It's kinda dusk when we get there so we immediately start setting up our tent (this was a beautiful campsite on Lake Ontario) and the PINS are missing. We're searching all over for them and realize we're going to have to find a WalMart and buy some. So we're beat, driving around a strange city, getting directions from strange looking men carrying bottles in brown bags, who don't really seem to know much when we happen upon a KMart. I found a kit that had four pins in it but my tent needs 6, so I had to waste $20 dollars on this crap.
So, we get back to the site and there are NO PINS. The bag says pins, but they are calling the stakes pins. Damn it. So, I'm trying to rig something up by sticking a stake into the pole and then staking the stake to the ground. It's not really working and I'm about to cry when AHA, I see a pin. I forgot, they are ATTACHED to the damned tent. Of course they are, stupid. It wouldn't work if they weren't. Rachel is none too happy with my stupidity, but I am on the ground laughing.
The funny thing is that I called my mom from the KMart lot to tell her of our troubles. She kept saying, "But Carey, I think they're attached to the tent." and I kept screaming, "Mom, you're not listening, I'm looking for the PINS! You don't even know what I'm talking about!"
Yeah, SHE's not listening. I'm still a bratty teenager at heart, I guess.
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| I don't care what they may say, Jesus is just all right. Oh yeah. |
[Jul. 24th, 2006|04:55 am] |
I just stole this from some random girl here. ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) chokova I love it.
I love Jesus. No, not THAT way...the whole worshipy thing I just don't get. I love him in a pervy, blasphemous way.
I'm going to hell. But then again, so are you . Unless you're Danitza or Manders. You're probably getting a throne right next to the Jeez himself. Well, Manders...we might get her to screw a married stranger in his kid's bed yet. |
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| When she stays, she stays here |
[Jul. 23rd, 2006|07:46 pm] |
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy, for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter into another. - Anatole France
Just a quote that I really like that ladyteal put in her journal. It applies to some aspects of my life right now. It makes me sad. |
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| It's a nice day for a white wedding. |
[Jul. 22nd, 2006|12:48 am] |
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This quite beautiful girl came into ER tonight for a dog bite. Her dog got hit by a car and when she tried to help it it bit her good. It also bit her boyfriend but he was not seen. And then while she was in ER getting all stitched up her family had to come in and tell her that her beloved dog died.
And she leaves wearing this HUGE bandage wrapped around her arm. And her boyfriend has a huge bandage on his hand and arm. It's going to make for a very sexy WEDDING for them tomorrow!
It'll be a good story to tell the granchildren someday I guess. |
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| Man is this wrong. Your eyes hurt. |
[Jul. 21st, 2006|06:33 pm] |
I don't want to be at work. My eyeballs hurts. Stuff keeps getting in them lately. I probably look stoned. I want a nap. And I'm hungry. But I only brought a yogurt smoothy to work with me and I already had that. And its HOURS before I go to lunch.
My mom and I are going to go see the Cowboy Junkies in October. I'm really excited about that.
I want to take my nephew to see Tool but I can't afford it. I wonder if my sister would give me the money for his ticket. She's got plenty of money but I don't think she'd do it.
I almost brought a cheese stick with me but I didn't. Stupid, stupid. |
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| You're like my favorite underwear. |
[Jul. 19th, 2006|04:11 am] |
Manders had this in her journal and I'm going to do it cause I have nothing else to do until it is time to go home from work. 15 is surprisingly hard for me.
Pick 15 bands/artists...Answers the questions...
-First song that you heard by them
-First song that you fell in love with
-Your current favorite song by them
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| What I like about you, you really know how to dance. |
[Jul. 18th, 2006|11:42 pm] |
So, Sofi put this in her journal, and I had her do me against my better judgement cause I am really bad at doing this. I tried once and didn't do anyone. But this time I'm really going to. Cause that's fun. So, sign up, and I'll do you. Up against a wall. In a dirty alley.
1. I’ll respond with something random about you.
2. I’ll challenge you to try something.
3. I’ll pick a color that I associate with you.
4. I’ll tell you something I like about you.
5. I’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I’ll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I’ll ask you something I’ve always wanted to ask you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours. |
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| Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore? |
[Jul. 18th, 2006|11:23 pm] |
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So, the trip is pretty much all laid out.
Get out of work at 5:30 am on July 27. Go home. Shower. Pack any last minute stuff. Pick up Rachel.
Drive until I can't anymore. Rachel takes over, I nap. Hopefully I wake up at Four Mile Creek Campground in upstate New York, a few miles from Niagra. Set up tent. Enjoy the fact that I chose a tentsite right on Lake Ontario. Maybe even swim. Sleep blissfully on the hard ground.
Wake up. Go to Niagra Falls. Do whatever it is that people do at Niagra Falls. Look at the water go down? For hours. I don't freaking know.
Go back to the campsite. Eat canned beans or something. Sleep again.
Wake up. Tool around the area. Spend most of the time enjoying the lake. Eat S'Mores!!! Sleep again.
Wake up. Tear down tent. Drive to North Andover Massachusetts. Set up tent. Maybe go to Boston, depending on the time and energy level. Or just enjoy the fact that I got another tentsite directly on the lake. Though a much smaller lake this time. Sleep. Again.
Go to Boston. Walk around looking at historical shit probably. Buy my mom a thimble (should probably get her a Niagra thimble too). Maybe a shirt for myself. Hopefully meet Ginny for beers. Maybe Germana can come too. Figure out how to get back to campsite post wastedness that will ensue whether I want it to or not. Perhaps sober up drinking coffee in a diner for hours. Do they have diners in Boston?
Spend three more nights outside Boston. Doing stuff.
Drive to NYC. Be terrified at the prospect of being in a car in NYC. Thank god that I'm making Rachel drive in NYC since it's her idea to go there. Stay the night in a Hostel Hotel and be forced to share the shower with complete strangers because it's cheap.
Wake up and walk madly around New York, trying to see everything in the short amount of time we have. Eat dinner at the restaurant from Seinfeld, since it's around the corner from our "hotel". Go to a bar even though we're exhausted. Go to bed.
Wake up. Spend a few hours wandering the city. Drive out of New York. All the way across Pennsylvania. Through Ohio. Into Michigan!! And then we only have 4 or 5 more hours to drive. Get home. Fall asleep in front yard cause I'm going to be TIRED.
Anyone been to these places and have any suggestions for some cool things to do. Keep in mind that this is a VERY low budget trip.
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| Eat your words but don't go hungry |
[Jul. 18th, 2006|10:37 pm] |
"It does me no injury for my neighbor to say there are twenty gods or no God. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg."-Thomas Jefferson
"Don't ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive, and then go and do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive."-Harold Whitman
Some people continue to believe that being gay is a choice. We've never met those people, so we're not sure what the thought process is there. (Although we imagine it's something like, 'Oh, gays? They're in it for the childhood ridicule, and they totally get off on being denied spousal healthcare.')"-Sarah G. Harrison, Nerve.com
"If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Then quit. There's no use being a damned fool about it."-W. C. Fields
"His voice was as intimate as the rustle of sheets."-Dorothy Parker |
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| Three hits to the heart son, and it's poetry in motion. |
[Jul. 10th, 2006|02:33 am] |
I just had this little poem pop into my head. (And now it is later and I am adding to it/editing it)
"I've got something in my eye," she said.
And she did.
It wasn't loss
or pain,
but it looked like it could have been.
It was a piece of hair or a speck of earth,
maybe
a bit of tree bark.
But it was not her heart, his name or his death
making those rims red and those lashes damp.
Tonight I am relieved to see the only the sick and injured and not the fear and grief.
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I wrote this poem because of a 16 year old girl who came into ER tonight for eye irritation. Her father just died (I know because her mother works here). When I asked for insurance info, her mom passed it over to me, with her fathers card on top. Then I noticed the girls red water eyes. I hadn't yet noticed what she was here for, so my first thought was that she was trying not to cry. |
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| Won't you settle down, Boston ain't your kinda town. |
[Jul. 10th, 2006|12:25 am] |
So, my friend Rachel and I are taking a road trip to Massachusetts. We're heading through Canada, and then we'll camp on an island in the Massachusetts Bay (for only $10 a night, can you frickin believe it!). Visit Boston at least once.
And, maybe, we'll go to NYC. We'd both love to go. In that case, we'll head on down to she wore her New Jersey boys, and stay in a Motel 6 there (A Super 8 in NYC is still $199 so I doube I'd be able to find a cheap room in the city, but if any of you know any so we don't have to train it, let me know please).
I'm beyond giddy. When I found that campsite I almost puked with happiness. |
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| In my mind, space is the 70's, cause I watch too much TV |
[Jul. 9th, 2006|11:56 pm] |
Borrowed this bit of fluff from the lovely and talented Manders.
Bold all of the following TV shows which you've ever seen 3 or more episodes of in your lifetime.
Italicize a show if you're positive you've seen every episode of it.
If you want, add up to 3 additional shows (keep the list in alphabetical order).
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| You're the kind of girl that looks better naked. |
[Jul. 9th, 2006|01:44 am] |
I have a pretty layout. I don't know how to do html, so I just took someone else's layout, and looked up color codes to change their colors. I had to view my journal after each change cause I didn't really know what part I was changing. And then I just swapped their picture URL for a simon and garfunkel one and wahlah, voila. I like it. I'm ridiculously excited about it.
Of course, most people probably only see my journal from their friend's page. But I get to see it, so that's enough. |
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