December 04, 2006 - "My rabbit thinks she is a fascist dicator. Seriously."

I came to post a blog, obviously. But the sounds of "High All The Time" by 50 Cent is really quite distracting for some strange reason. I actually literally just paused for awhile after that last sentence. I'm doing it again. Haha, now I'm just doing it because I'm thinking about it. Anyway...

I'm pretty stoned, I'll admit. Matty, Eryn, Ashlee, and Dina just left my house. We smoked bongs, and plenty of them. Ashlee and I may have shared a Guilherme de Souza... we just don't know if we shared the name, or the person. Eminem's "Superman" just came on and I have to wonder why the fuck there is consecutive rap music playing on my computer. Please hold.

Alright... we got "L.A. Woman" by The Doors now. Much better. 7min 49sec of not having to worry about major distraction. I figure not only is my telling you what I am listening to mildly interesting... but also helps you time how long it took me to type this entry. Wicked pissa, hey?

I've been making my bunny growl a lot lately. Simply because it amuses me. Is that considered abuse? I never lay a hand on her. And I don't do it THAT much. I was exaggerating. She just hates the dust pan & broom so much that she makes small piggish grunts at it. Literally, she grunts like a pig... a real small one. How cute do you think it is to listen to a small little white girl bunny grunt like a pig? Very cute, trust me. Or maybe come by and I'll make her do it for you. I'm just kidding Emmjay. She's staring at me.

I feel anxious, like I'm waiting for my buzzer to go off. I expect Tara sometime within the half hour. I expect Erin sometime within the hour. I think that's all I should expect, other than a few phone calls from Keegan. After Amsterdam, I seemed to have lost my Reality TV memory. I don't know what's on tonight. Oh wait, Supernanny. Which I ALWAYS miss anyway. Miss Provost is scheduled to call me when she gets out of work at 10:30. I wonder if I'll still be awake by then. I didn't nap like I wanted to today. For some strange reason I was wicked tired when I woke up this morning... and it kinda followed me around all day. Now, it's only 7:35pm and it feels like we are at least pushing 10pm.

I'm really forcing this entry. I can feel it. It's not flowing like it should. I mean, once I get going, I can GO. But it's been taking me a long time, or at least longer than it should, to get going. And I've been rereading a lot. I think it's my paranoia. Sublime's on now. That makes me happy.

I need to go to a concert soon. I missed Panic! At The Disco and Say Anything when I was in Amsterdam. Or did they miss me? Hah. I've seen Panic!, and they were amazing, so I would LOVE to see them again. I have not seen Say Anything yet, and they are the Flavor of the Month for me in a big way.... so they are at the top of my list, needless to say. Alright now we got "The Current" by Blue Man Group featuring Gavin Rossdale. Yeah, I just used the word "featuring" like I was writing a report. You might actually have noticed that I have been paying particular attention to my spelling, punctuation, and grammar. Sometimes I like to do this to keep myself in check. Try not to get stupider. You know. Yeah, I do what I can.

Oh, so I've thrown myself into the abyss of dieting again. Oy vey. So my approach this time is much like other times. Avoid eating until absolutely necessary. When eating... TRY and eat something healthy... or at least healthier than what you would normally eat. When all else fails, phentermine, phentermine, phentermine. But only until you feel like you are having a heart attack or stroke.. or worst yet, lung failure - then stop taking them, and reward yourself with a nice sundae. Or maybe some fast food. Are we going OUT to dinner? Well I HAVE to have the fried fish. What babe, you want to meet for a drink at Friday's tonight? Well, since we're going there I have to have a long island with bacardi limon. And since I am so hungry at this point, and have blown it with the drink, I might as well get a chicken finger b.l.t. and/or some of your fries. Thanks. I know what you're thinking right now. And all of it is true. I know myself so well, don't I? I know I went from "you" to "i" back there... deal with it.

Tara, Erin, Renee, Kelcey and I have decided that we are going to pull names to decide who we are getting a good present for this year. We will still be allowed to give presents to the others, but it must be a $10 or less value, whereas whoevers name you pull has to be a $50 or less value. Good idea when you're all abuncha broke folk. Oh, and we're choosing names tonight. We're gonna choose for Kelcey since she is in her "warm cacoon" right now. I know, right?

"The Rock Show" by Blink 182 is on now. It reminds me of March 26, 2005... at the time, was the best concert I had ever been to (Roots Down Below, State Radio, Badfish) and is also famous for being the night that Keegan fell in love with me. I know, I know. Insert gag noise here. However, I happen to love the story. Muah. On the 22nd of this month we will have been engaged for one full year. One full year and no progress on wedding plans. Well, that's not true. I know that my mom & dad are not paying for it. And also that my biological father and his wife will not be there... because they will not be welcomed by all, and they know that.

We're rocking "Beverly Hills" by Weezer now. Oh, playlist. Come to find out I have 3, 568 songs in Windows Media Player. I fucking HATE Windows Media Player, but iTunes REFUSES to download appropriately. Luckily I have iTunes at work. I'm starving. It's almost 8 and Keegan hasn't called yet. Well I should go now. I have to do SOMETHING with myself other than struggling with this. Temporary nape time, GO!