Saviors and saints, devils and heathens alike

I am so tired of posting a Snopes link on a Facebook post. I have given up for the most part, especially when people react with serious snarky "Oh, well *I* thought it was funny!" when it just propagates stupidity.

I'm really beginning to question the intelligence of people I know.

But hey. Then I just change how much I see from them.

I am thrilled to be going to NYRF this weekend. I am far more excited than one should be. The weather is gonna be COLD too. 73 on Saturday and 64(!!) on Sunday. Time to bring the warm. Which is sort of exciting. :)

My statistics professor changed our homework from being due Thursday to TUESDAY. So I just finished that up. I feel mostly confident. I got an 85 on my last assignment, which EASILY could have been a 90, but I was retarded about a process that I didn't fuck up on another question. DAMN YOU BRAIN. I asked a girl next to me a question today and I noticed her homework was out and she got a 69. I felt real bad. :(

Latin is Latin. I do a lot of "let's look that up in the book." I feel like I'm just learning the concepts, and I'm not even memorizing them. I'm prolly gonna end up doing some exercises on my own. Might take a Wednesday off to do that (the rest of my week seems to be work + school and not a lot of in between).

Last night I had some WEIRD ass dreams. Post apocalyptic stuff. Alien invasion stuff. My brain is weird. I haven't been feeling 100% so I have been drugging myself with intense amounts of zinc. Heh. Maybe that causes some fucked up dreams.

Anyyyyrate. Time for sleeps. I have school at 12:30 and then work at 4, then as soon as I get out of there, I'm OFF to NY!!! Poor everyone at Bill's. We're gonna be landing SO fucking late. I hope I get out of work around 9. Assume an hour to put everything in the car and pack what Andrew doesn't, get food, gas. Leave around 10. Get there 2ish. *siiiigh* I begged Tiffany tonight to let me out as soon as she can. We'll see. :D :D

I AM EXCITED TO GO!!!

Cosas:

- On Wednesday, I went to the ophthalmologist. He was of the opinion that I have an allergy to my saline solution (more specifically, the preservative in it) and he had me on a strict no contact lens diet until our next appointment, Monday. OH NOES. I had to drive to and from Kentucky that weekend! Turns out I did it like a champ. I didn't use ANY of the emergency disposable contacts he gave me and I used the steroid drops diligently. When I saw him yesterday, he was like "hm. Your eyes seem better, BUUUUTT, using this fancy dye shit I see that there is still abrasions. Hm." So now I am on antibiotics for a month for mah eyes. And I'm to keep using the steroid drops, which TASTE HORRIBLE. (They drip in my eyes, down my sinuses and into my mouth. YICK YICK.) So I have ANOTHER appointment on Monday to see if there is an improvement, and hopefully we can work from there. He also said that my eye script isn't what it should be in the right eye. MOTHERFUCKER. I just got glasses. Oh well. So I went to America's Best to see if they could do something for me. Shit, they were supposed to call me back Monday. I should harass them. I also need to call the movie theater for double charging me for a movie. MUST REMEMBER. Hangover 2 was good, but not $22 good. ;-)

- ANDREW GOT ME A FRIDGE!! Okay, it's for both of us, but seriously. WHATEVER. So Steven & Erica are in the smaller fridge, as is Alex, but he literally puts in a container of olives, so it's like they have it alone, and Andrew, Nico & I have the adult sized fridge. We went to the BRAND NEW WEGMANS today (which is seriously twice the size of any other Wegmans I have been in) and loaded the fucker and we still have a TON of free space. *cries*

- Dude, it was a dorkfest. We (being Danni, Andrew, Jenn & I) met up with James & Rita, and her niece Jen, at Wegmans where we ended up bumping into Little Tim, Wendy and the boys. Keagan is 6 weeks now! HE IS SO SMUSHABLE! <3 We spent three fucking hours in that store, just wandering and then we got noms from the hot food area.

- KENTUCKY!! So on Friday the Wifey (Devon) and I, loaded up into my car and headed off for the wilds of Kentucky. We got there in good time and I saw MAH SAVANNAH!! And the doggies and Justin and Meagan and Leigh-Anna and it was awesome AND OMG MISS MORRIGAN. I love that baby. She had me at her babbling *siiiiiiiigh* I forgot how much I missed my girls. I knew how much I missed mah Savy though. Miss Fiona is gestating beautifully and Justin is such a good guy. I kept calling him Mr. Marlow. *giggles* Also, I have the best road trippin' wifey ever. She made sure I got my steroid drops when I was supposed to and photodocumented and blogged everything. It was hilarious and awesome. THERE'S THAT STEREOTYPE AGAIN! Came back to MD on Sunday and I realized I'd slaughtered most bugs in KY, WV and most of the panhandle of MD. And at some point with a squeegee managed to scratch up the roof of my car. It should come out with compound. I need to call Toyota about the paint. They have some things to do for me.

- Andrew is snoring next to me. HE ARE SO CUTE.

- Found out one of my assistant managers FINALLY got demoted for being an ass. It's about time really. I can't believe anyone can run their mouth, be completely incorrect so often and still not understand that what they're saying is BS. Baffles me. He also reminds me of a small child pushing his boundaries.

- I AM SO ITCHIE. I have no earthly clue what is up. I'm on a Benadryl, waiting for it to take effect. I also lathered my itchie itchie leg with Benadryl cream. Maybe it's the antibiotic? I don't fucking know. It's so mild. I'm still taking a acidophilus with it though.

- I had a girlie doctor visit. Absolutely NO anxiety. I think it has to do with the fact that she has the speculum in me for MAYBE 30 seconds. She's awesome. She's also cutting me a break with $$ since I pay out of pocket. So is the eye doc too, actually. I know I really appreciate it. I can't believe I'm doing all this expensive stuff when I need to be HOARDING CASH since I'm taking off like, every weekend ever. Speaking of...

- WICKERMAN!! Andrew is gonna make ValChuck style metal poles for my wall tent. He also has to figure out how we're gonna clean and re-treat that thing. *ponderponder* We have so much booze. I'm to the point where I have no idea how we're getting it all in my car. LOL.. luckily aside from some MOOP, we should be able to repack well. :D Must remember disco ball & to find body paint.

- Okay. I have work tomorrow since someone called out and HEY I need moneys. *falls on face*

Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What's in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday( The Rest )

Odd that this is #18. My birthday is the 18th.

Maybe when I was like, 7 and my mom rented a pony? That was good times. There's a picture somewhere of me on her, smiling. And she's peeing a bright yellow stream while I'm sitting on top her of her back. Ahh. Life.

That was good. But no.

This is gonna sound bizarre, but of course it would, since it's me. But I think my favorite birthday would be the one right after Lexington died.

I mean. It was actually one of the worst birthdays of my life. I'd gone to Grand Cayman with Tami, a vacation I could BARELY afford, but I was like "this is the perfect opportunity to go somewhere for so cheap! MUST GO!", so I went.

I came back and a few days later, my cat died. My Boo.

Died. And I could do nothing for him.

I still cry about him. He was such an amazing cat.

So.

Here I was. About $600 less of savings than I normally would have had.

Which, incidentally, would have about covered my vet expenses.

So I spent everything I had at the vet. Rent in 3 weeks? HAHA. That wasn't happening. Bills? HAHAA! Nope. Not that either.

But.

My birthday was happening. I was having it at Z's place. Cause having a summer birthday in my wee apartment without central air was just cruel, as I'd found out.

That morning, I woke up vomiting. Stress? Something I ate? Whatever. It sucked. (I know now that it was a gall bladder attack. I seemed to always have a different reason to blame it on something else. Stupid life.) I pulled most of the muscles in my abdomen. It sucked. Danny & Sean showed up to come to my party then drive out to Z's. They offered to take me.

Ya know. Once I was done retching.

We drove there, without incident.

I was incredibly unmade up. No make up, they're lucky I showered. I tried to help make food and Z shunned me to the couch where I curled up in a ball and prayed for a release of some sort.

Eventually, my friends fill her townhouse. Central air is the shit. I love it so hard.

And we do cake and all the silly things you do at birthdays. Took some pictures with all the Harry Potter books at my party. (EVERY FUCKING YEAR I had to deal with some fucking HP shit on my bday, or the day before, or whatever. I thought that was over. BUT NO!!! The second half of the last movie comes out around my bday for next year. CURSE YOU ROWLING!!)

Ya know. The norm.

At some point, Leslie and a few others drag me upstairs to Z's room. I remember walking like a zombie up the stairs cause my gut muscles hurt so bad and every step was like, FIRE. Ugh.

There, they handed me a card.

It was one they'd made, and all those fuckers had signed. It was a picture of Lexie and it said some sweet shit in it, from everyone. I cried like.

Well, I cried so hard it took me about a week to read the damned card. I'd tear up so bad I couldn't read. Hell, I tried to read it when I moved and I cried again.

One day I'll get through it all at once. One day.

But. Inside that wonderful card was money. A LOT of money. Mage & Kathy had given me a huge ass donation earlier that week, but now all my little conspirators had done so as well and well.

It totally paid my rent. And bills. And the rest of the vet bill.

So.

I cried some more.


I love my friends. They are the thing that keeps me going in this life.

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I stay on good terms. I am a freak of nature.

I haven't had many boyfriends though.

Alan, my first. 2.5 years. He's more like a brother now. An annoying, "I do everything wrong" brother. He's a good kid.

JD, my second. 10 mos officially (almost year and a half unofficially, my shortest relationship to date either way) We had the messiest break up I've ever gone through. It was just drama drama drama. But I got over it. His sister is a very good friend of mine, and he's still with the chica that I broke up with him for (that sounds so weird, I can't find a wording that sounds right). So clearly it all worked out. Oddly I had a dream with her in it last night.*

Jim, my third. 3.5 years. I thought this was it, we'd gotten engaged and everything. But shortly after we got engaged, strange things were happening. And I was getting more and more miserable. He couldn't have been happy either. I still am not 100% sure what the hell happened. But, he's a wonderful person, and the break up clearly wasn't messy. I am pleased about that cause how AWKWARD would that shit be. I mean, we have the same group of friends, it's how we met. Heh.

Now I'm with Andrew. So far, we've been together officially a year and a half. We live together too. If I hadn't lost my job, I don't know if we'd have stayed together since we lived so far apart, he's not too great on the communication over text/IM thing and I hate the phone. But I guess all that worked out for a reason.



*So in the dream last night that she was sitting on a couch with my friends, except her whole head was dyed purple (she does dye her hair, not a huge stretch) and just kinda hanging out as I showed people a custom book, that strangely had Moose's profile in it. Oh, and Danni cut her dreads off and had a cute short blond hair cut and I cried, and Victoria & I went for a drive. But! I forgot my laptop. So we turned around and drove over the grass in my unknown apartment complex to get it. Then I woke up. HAHA.

I just got drunk dialed by Loryn and David.

HOLY HILARITY!!!

Girl, I miss youuuuu <3 <3

So yesterday Savy needed to meet a friend for dinner in Long Island, so I said HAI! Let's go to the Village, cause everyone loves the Village!

And lo.

We did.

We being: Me, Savy & Z. Then we met up with Skwrl! Once we left Savy, we visited Jared and got him later, but I'm moving ahead of myself :D

So we went into a tshirt shop, and laughed at them. Saw some funnie cards, etc. Then went into a porn shop, where Skwrl called so we trotted off to Christopher Street & Hudson where she was, and lo. We had Skwrl.

Then we went to a cute new age shop where I got two adorable jade goddess beads that Z is gonna make stylin' earrings. After that we got foods. NOM! I got a piece of coconut custard pie and a half a chicken parm panini. Which I didn't fucking finish. It was gooood.

Then we dropped Savy off at a Subway and sent her to Penn Station. Where she was ON TIME, thank you very much, for her train. *blows on nails*

Saw this random chalk drawing:



Then saw this awesome building.



We wandered for a bit and realized that we were near Jared's job. So we texted him that we were under a cube.





Went and harassed him, met some of the people I hear a lot about. It was neat :D Then we wandered off to this store called GOTHIC. Hahahah.. I got a cute lil' angry lesbian hat that I LOVE. And then we went to this GINORMOUS Halloween store. We figured out a theme for Halloween and we're gonna look AWESOME. *grins* I'm excited.

After that we wandered toward St. Mark's place. Where we spent an AWFUL lot of time looking at inspiring shit for our costumes that we realized we could prolly make for way cheaper and easier.

Short after, we hit up the Ale House and had some food served by extraordinarily hot, possibly Irish, waitresses and watched some soccer. Then Jared met up with us, and we hit up Sing Sing, a Karaoke bar across the street. For $8 an hour per person, you got your own room with teevee and comfie couch and 2 microphones. It was a LOT of fun.

Jared pantomimed to Torn, a la David Armand stylins, while Skwrl sang.



Hilarious.

Then we sang some more, figured out that Z likes songs, but doesn't actually know the lyrics, and then Jared did the LITERAL version of Pearl Jam's "Yellow Ledbetter".



After that, we went to Hobooohken, and picked up Savy and went on our way.

It was a really amazing time. It was the first time in SOOO LONG that I could just dick around the city without worrying what time I had to do something at, other than drop people off.

I had a blast :D So did everyone else! I suppose that's important ;-)

OH! And Overheard in NY... right behind me.

"She's on Match.com... Yeah, 80 years old and still getting laid. She finds'em and forgets'em!" 8th Street & Greene.

Hahahhahahah

I dragged Z down to MD this week. Actually, she was supposed to give me some time and let me know when she was coming, cause I had plans to be in NJ for the next two weeks, so I missed the Q's outing and a party, but alas. It is a way for her to make some cash, which OMFG does she need.

Speaking of that. Z has no laptop (it has succumbed to the Anime AIDS virus), and even if she did? She has no more DSL. She still has her cell phone, but that's for a limited time me thinks, so if you need her, you MIGHT wanna shoot a message through me first. I have agreed to be her spokesperson for the time being.

That girl has figured out poofie shirts. They look store bought. I am stupid impressed. They hare making her money. I am excited.

This past Saturday, I got so drunk I barely remembered my name. Yet, I did not puke. I want a fucking award. Poor Savy. *giggles* Anyrate. It was hysterical. No one should EVER be that drunk before the fucking sun goes down. We're practicing for Pennsic. We're drinking Kentucky Gentleman. It's "whiskey". It's 51% whiskey and 49% grain alcohol and it's delicious. And $13 for a handle. OH YEAH.

I should go put my contacts in. My eyes are burning from squinting.

Wake up.

No water. Well, this was predicted. As the town hates our street. (For the record, fuck it. I have two homes.) I get a use of the bathroom before they shut the water completely off, and decide to leave at noon instead of 1.

Thank the gods.

Besides the fact that my guts declared jihad against my body (yay period issues), I hit Traffic^tm.

So, my seemingly 4.5 hour trip, with minimal stopping, took 7ish.

Yes.

Seven. Hours.

40 minutes of which was stopping to use the bathroom and then going home to shower and do some quick things.

Got to Casa de Valchuck. WAY fucking late. But I did it.

Had a lovely time playing dress up with the girls, and feeding.

Flew home in about an hour.

I've been home for about an hour and I'm like. I should go back to MD.

I have shit to do. I have already missed one event. I think I'm gonna get my ass in the car once this CD is finished burning (I have a THUMPIE THUMPIE cd burning, to keep my ass grooving) and I'm gonna go.

I'll go the expensive fast way.

Yes.

I think I shall.

Sure I'll get there at 5.

But ya know what?

NO FUCKING TRAFFIC.

Zoom Zoom, muthatruckah.

From my earlier entry, Mr. D's Obituary.

Brian Dombrowski, 50 of Cape Coral, FL and formerly of Wayne, NJ passed away on March 23, 2009.

He was born on October 19, 1958 in Passaic, New Jersey to Edward and Katherine (nee Pocsi) Dombrowski. He worked for the State of New Jersey as a Heavy Equipment Operator. His family was the most important part of his life. His enjoyments included fishing, walking on the beach, wood working, loved his tools, and he was always volunteering his time with Wayne Hills High School Band, Our Lady of Consolation and with the Special Populations of Cape Coral Parks Department. He was a communicant of St. Katharine Drexel Catholic Church where he was a member of the Knights of Columbus. Brian always enjoyed making people laugh.

He is survived by his loving family including his wife of 31 years, Edith Dombrowski; children, Jennifer (Brian) Mazur, Kelly (Scott) Caslander, Amy (Greg) Kaffka, Jessica Speer; grandchildren, Brian Paul Mazur Jr., Sean Michael Mazur, Emily Caslander, Madison Kaffka, and another special grandchild on the way; brothers, Bruce Edward Dombrowski, Kurt Myron (Elizabeth) Dombrowski, Mark Dean (Susan) Dombrowski; his mother and father in law, Evelyn and Wilbur Hall; nieces and nephews, Jason, Kristen, Cody, Jill, Dawn, Keith, Christopher, Kevin, Allison, Tyler, Talon, David, Kaden. He is preceded in death by his parents.

Visitation will be from 5:00 to 8:00 pm on Thursday at Coral Ridge Funeral Home, 1630 Pine Island Road, Cape Coral. A Mass of the Resurrection will be said at 1:00 p.m. at St. Katharine Drexel Catholic Church, Cape Coral.

The family suggests donations in his memory be made to the Freida Smith Special Populations Center c/o the City of Cape Coral Parks and Recreation, 400 Santa Barbara Blvd., Cape Coral, FL 33991. Arrangements are by Coral Ridge Funeral Home, Cape Coral.

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I didn't realize that Mrs. D was related to another band family I adore. Nor did I realize that he & Mrs. D adopted Amy & Jessica when their father died. Amy was Jenn's best friend growing up. I guess it was natural. It tells you what kind of guy he was.

Such suck.