It Never Gets Old...

You know whats a funny phrase?

Canadian Mountie






I should probibly grow up.

Just a Thought From a Cow-Poke...

If you live in Oregon, do you play Oregon Trail? Like honestly is it fun? Because it seem like all you do is set up a trail to go to your backyard. That doesn't seem like fun. So I of course I called my faithful answer man ((god he needs a new name)), Taylor. It just so happens that Taylor lives in Oregon and he informed me that they did play Oregon Trail when he was younger and that it was fun because it ended in an Oregon that no longer exists. I'm figuring he meant that Oregon is no longer a backwards fronteer, not that Oregon floated away.

I'm Just a Girl and Life is a Nightmare

I thought once I left my awkward teenage years, things would change. Granted, I'm still considered a "teen", but I don't think I'm still awkward. I've finally stopped growing, I know who I am and who I want to be, but somethings never change. No matter how much I work and wish, I feel like I'm getting no where.
I'm sure many girls feel like this, but I don't ever see it. Everything in life seems good, you got a great group of friends that you always hang out with, and it includes some really amazing guys. And of course you fall for one of them. Harboring this secret for days/weeks (depending on who you are), you plan your move.
Then outta the blue, its "Oh (insert friend's name) meet (your name goes here), she's a really great friends. She's one of the guys." Granted actual conversation might not be like that, but the sentiment is still the same.
Hell, some days its to the point where, in the middle of a flag football game, I scream out "I"M A GIRL!" Usually this occurs because a girl has to touch the ball at least once every four downs. People really do forget that I'm a girl.
I have to laugh though because it would be mighty hard to confuse me with a guy. Okay, so my height is a bit tall for a girl (5'10"), but the rest of me is all female. Long blonde hair, light green eyes, decent size chest (34DD), I have to say its hard think I'm a guy.
One day, I decided to attempt to fix this problem. I'm normally a jeans and tee shirt (usually band tee shirt) type girl, but I decided to allow my super-effeminate to "dress" me. She picked out this really frilly top and did my make up and hair. By the end, I felt like a geisha girl, but according to her I looked amazing. Let's just say, I'm never doing that again. Half way though the outting (which, by the way, was a CBA hockey game), I got up and changed my shirt in to a Penguins tee, scrubbed my face, and slipped on my Converse.
So far, nothing's changed. I'm still one of the guys. And I was just reminded a few weeks ago, when my lastest flame was talking to one of his customers. I almost cried on the spot. And until today, when, for some reason, I put on the radio, I heard this song called Teardrops On My Guitar. Normally, I would change the station or turn on a CD, but the 1st few lines made me stay. And as I sat there, listening to this woman spill her heart out, I realized that she captured how I feel. So here is a copy of the lyrics:

Teardrops On My Guitar
by Taylor Swift

Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see
What I want and I need and
Everything that we should be

I'll bet she's beautiful
That girl he talks about
And she's got everything
That I have to live without
Drew talks to me, I laugh cause its just so funny
That I can't even see anyone when he's with me
He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,
I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night

CHORUS
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishin on a wishin star
He's the song in the car I keep singing,
Don't know why I do

Drew walks by me
Can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She better hold on tight,
And give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes
know she's lucky cause

CHORUS
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishin on a wishin' star
He's the song in the car I keep singing,
Don't know why I do

So I'll drive home alone,
As I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down and maybe
Get some sleep tonight
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one that's got enough of me to break my heart
He's the song in the car I keep singing
Don't know why I do
He's the time taken up
But there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into

Drew looks at me
I fake a smile so he won't see...

Yeah, it's cheesy but it's how I feel, and isn't this, after all, an electronic diary?

DTS for MDW

Every year, like clock work, the denizens of New Jersey flock south for Memorial Day Weekend. This year it was no different. At 12:05 Thursday afternoon, the senior parking lot cleared out. Only a handful remained in school. By Friday, only underclassmen were left in the hell hole known as High School.
By passing the first few beaches, high school kids and college kids head straight for the promised land, Seaside. The grossest, Guido infested beach you will ever see is Seaside. In its heyday, it was an amazing place, but it has since fallen. Sirens can be heard at all hours of the day, as well as drunken brawls and shouts.
Because of this, many have opted to travel even further south, Wildwood. Formerly stuck in the 1950's, Wildwood is currently resurfacing as the new place to be. With fewer people willing to make the drive, its almost guaranteed that there will be few people you know. The down side, there aren't as many clubs and the cops are a little stricter because its stil a "family place".
For me, Wildwood has always been associated with happy memories, until this year. Where we stay is kinda, let me try to put this nicely, a little out of most people in our area's price range. Or so we though...
Upon my arrival to Wildwood, I have encountered so many people I know, I really don't want to come back next year. My vacation time is to get away from those people, and they are right in my backyard, again! Never have I been against their ways, but it does get tiring. I don't drink, smoke, or use drugs; I'm always the odd man out. I happen to like it like that too, because so many of them I just don't like. But to be on vacation and have to see them? That's just not fair!
What happened to the good old times of the 3 Bs? Baseball, BBQ, and Backyard Parties? Its now turned into a giant drunkfest.
Its no longer fun. Its no longer about being thankful for the men and women who risked their lives in war for us. Its become a competition to be the tannest, drunkest, sluttiest one out on the beach. How could we forget, about these people who are fighting and who have fought, so quickly?

The Funny Post of the Day...

So because we are giant losers in track, we constantly need to be entertained. Today's form of entertainment was a condom. Now, don't get the wrong idea. There was no sort of mischief going on, it was all harmless pranks. We filled it with ice and flung it around the bus. Some people freaked out because they had no idea what was going on. Everyone was screaming and jumping up everytime it landed next to/on them. After a while we got bored with the ice, so we hung it out the window and watched people walk by. Not many people notice, but the few who did were shocked and confused. It started to rain and we decided to bring in our now deformed condom. Looking for a new spin on our first game, we poked a hole in the condom and squeezed some hand lotion into it. Mixing the water and hand lotion gave it a very nice, ummmm, appearance. This new concotion provide tons of entertainment, until the condom broke. Of course it would have been more entertaining if the condom was filled with the real thing, but hand lotion and water gave us plenty of entertainment.


Oh yeah, I have a new puppy. I'll get pictures later...

Star Light, Star Bright, First Star I See Tonight...

So my posts have been lax lately. Life has been pretty hecktic, and my spelling has suddenly become horrible too. My emotions begain to crumble, and I've been really confused as to who I can trust. I'm slowly beginning to realize that certain friends aren't really my friends, and I don't know how much I can tell them. But over the past week I realized something, there are three people that I can tell anything to.

My sister is truely my support system. There is not a day that goes by where I don't call her for a laugh or a story. Some days I wish she was closer and I could just throw my arms around her and hug her. She means the world to me. I don't know what I would do without her.

Her boyfriend is another one. I've never met him, but we talk a lot. He entertains me and makes me feel like there is hope. Hope that I can get outta high school without going insane. We aren't super close, but he's a great alternative for when my sister isn't around. And he really loves my sisters, which is always a good thing.

The final person that helps me is my own Cap't Jack. I only met him a few months ago, but he's great. He gives me the confidence I need some days. And I'm sure I've reached the point where he's like, Okay I get it, but please give it a rest... but honestly he will never understand how much more of a better person I've become thanks to him.

Theres never a day that goes by that I don't think of these three people and thank God that I know them, and that they are my friends. Somedays it upsets me that people that are closer in proximity to me are not better friends, but then I remember that I rather have my friends live all over the country, than to never have met them.


Yes, this is a long rambling post, but its more for me than anyone else. So I'm sorry if you wanted to be entertained.

Bye- Bye Playoff Beards

Okay, so I finally decided to admit that the NY Rangers' season is over. With the conclusion of the season comes the freshly shaved legs. For those in the know, basicly thats no one, I decided since I cannot grow a beard, I would refuse to shave my legs until we lost or won the Cup. Its been a long journey. Track and spring break have conencied with this adventure, and the out come has been intersting. Many people were grossed out, while others were simply amazed that I had that sort of conviction. My friend Andy, who enjoys touching my legs, only saw me for the beginning portion, so he was lucky. Others who run track with me were not so lucky, and are over-joyed with my freshly shaved legs. Thankfully, hockey playoffs are winding down, and there is a whole nother year before I re-embark on this quest. One of these years, maybe I'll actually get to go until the Game 7. (Hahaha, wow that really is wishful thinking. Not until we get rid of Jagr and reconstruct the team, will that ever happen)

Not for Sale

So yesterday I went for my freshman course selection at Rutgers. I had the time of my life doing the most boring useless stuff. We sat around in giant lecture halls listening to all of these Deans talk about us picking classes, planning our lives, and basicly scaring the crap out of us. But in the middle of all of this, we were dragged outside for lunch. I was fully expecting to have 20 minutes of freedom, but we had over 2hours to hang out in the quad with all of the upper-classmen. They played games with us, answered any of our questions, and were are proverbial North Stars. Any fear that I had was immediatly put at ease by them, it was the greatest feeling in the world.
Now, I've known for a while that I can't wait to get out of high school, but this was just the frosting on the cake. Never have I felt more welcome in my life.
I've gone four years sticking out like a sore thumb. But here, I felt like I fit. I've never felt better.
But at the risk of sounding like a loon, I'm gonna end this and leave you with what my mother said:
"You've spent the last four years selling yourself, go have fun."
I've never laughed so hard in my life.....

Plain and Simple

I'm not a difficult person to understand; I'm not elusive or particularly aloof. Basicly I am just me. The only problem is, not many people know me. The sad part is people think they know me and are quick to judge me. Many of my actions are taken out of context (can actions be taken out of context or just words?), and they might not seem appropriate if the whole sequence is not view. Confusing? Maybe, but it's me. So to prevent this confusion I've made a little list:
1.) Yes, I'm 5'10". I really don't care any more. I don't notice how tall I am until a dipshit like you points it out. And if you are doing the math, most of my heels make me 6'1".
2.) I speak my mind. There's no way in hell I'm dumbing myself down for anyone. If I have a logical opinion, and I feel strongly about the topic, my thoughts will be heard.
3.) I am from Jersey. No, I don't talk like I'm from the Sopranos or like I'm from Joysie. Please don't lump me in with the few idiots who think the represent Jersey.
4.) Yeah, I'm a blonde. No, I'm not stupid.
5.) Yeah, I've got a chest. Yes, they really are real. No, you can't touch them. No, I'm not a Hooters Girl/Stripper.
6.) My best friend might as well be my sister. I know thats such a girl thing to say, but she is the 1st person that I'm truely myself around and can trust 100%.
7.) Hockey means the world to me. I am a die-hard Ranger fan. And yes, I know. I have heard the chants, "'94 NEVER MORE!", "I DON'T WANNA BE A CHICKEN, I DON'T WANNA BE A DUCK, THE RANGERS SUCK!" Go ahead, chant them as much as you want. When it begins to annoy me, you'll know. My left fist will make friends with your jaw.
8.) Yes, you read correctly. I'm left handed, hence the title, LEFT/Write.
9.) I try to embrace my "feminimity", but there's nothing I love more than a going out in jeans and a tee shirt and watching some football or hockey.
10.) You can dress me up, put me in a dress, do whatever you want. But at the end of the day, I'm still me. I still am the intelligent-hockey/football obessed- Hemingway/Gaudio/DeGraaf/Sullivan geek- that can burp the alphabet until the cows come home kind of girl.

Yeah that's basicly me. 10 simple bullets. I told you it was nothing hard.

I've Got the Golden Ticket

I have 3 words for you...



Berries and Cream


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYX_zhlTDr8

A Moment of Silence

So I really have nothing to say. I just read someones blog and found this link, http://dugout.progressiveboink.com/archive/jon115.html
If you are any sort of a human being you will read this out of respect for Josh Hancock.

Josh Hancock
4/11/1978- 4/29/2007