M I C K E Y M O U S E

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Work is soul sucking, even though it was tons of fun tonight. I have fun, and then I learn a bit more about the office and the "wonderful" people I work with.

Ms Oh My God That Britney's Shameless

Earlier this evening, Jeff and I were discussing music. It started out as an argument about classic rock and slowly evolved into a discussion about music we listen to in our childhood. The top 3 artists that I can remember from my childhood were
1. Bruce Springsteen
2. Joan Jett
3. Nirvana

He informed me that my list was very random, but that was my childhood, a blue collar, Jersey bred rocker, a crazy little lesbian runaway, and a trio of boys that replaced hair metal. But the point of this post is not this music, its about the music that came after this period.

As I stated in a previous post, I was never into boy bands. I kinda missed that ship thanks to dance, but I did manage to jump on a different musical band wagon. The enigma known as Miss Britney Spears.

I dreamed of being like her, confident, self assured, and a kick ass performer. I followed her through the years, from school hall Lolita to red leather clad vixen to her flesh tone body suit with strategically place crystals. Britney was always crazy, but it worked for her. You never knew what she was going to do next.

It was disappointing when she hit rock bottom, but I now have faith in her return. I've seen her guest spots on How I Met Your Mother, and while she is not really acting, she can properly deliver a joke. After seeing these episodes, I googled her to see what would come up. Around 7 months ago, she released a music video, according to YouTube. So I'm a bit behind, I thought the video was awesome.
Check it out, unless, you know, you've already seen it because you're actively apart of a world outside of hockey and football highlights...

I hope that the pop princess can return to her throne, because I really do miss the old, slightly crazy Britney

Stop me at the boarders I've got visas in my name....

Lack of ambition is on par with puppy killing. There is no excuse for it. Lofty ideas are not needed, just a general sense of wanting to reach a better point is ambitious enough. Please have dreams and hopes, goals and visions, nothing is worse than a wasted life without ambition.

Say it ain't so I will not go, Turn the lights off, Cary me home...

Wow, so about 4 years ago I met this guy on vacation. He was just someone to hang out with and it was fun. For about 6 months we exchanged emails and what not. But as it goes, we lost touch, high school slowly took over our lives and we went our separate ways. Flash forward to 2pm today, some lady walks into the office and as I'm entering her information I see that his name is on the membership. So we get to talking and sure enough its his mother! Not only that, but he just finished his freshman year at Rutgers! WTF? I haven't talked to this guy in years and now all of a sudden this starts happening. Oddly enough, last summer I worked with his old english teacher... Clearly we are meant to still talk...


Wheeeeeeeeee! I love making friends with people I'm already friends with!!

I'll get over you I know I will...

I've found Mr. Darcy.

Welcome to the jungle...

Yay! I've finally done it, post 99! Its taken me over a year but now that the ball is rolling, there's no reason to stop now. Normally 100 is the celebration point, but since I'm a hockey fan 99 holds a special place in my heart.


I don't really have much to say, its forever in a half until hockey season starts, same with football. Not talking about work, or The Dark Knight. The weather sucks, so I haven't been out side much, life is still sleep, work, sleep.

This is such an uneventful landmark post. Maybe the next one will be better...

There goes my hero, watch him as he goes...

Baseball is stupid. Honestly, I don't know why I watch it. People say that golf is a good walk spoiled, well baseball is a good game of catch spoiled. I try so very hard to watch it, but I end up getting aggravated. God, when will hockey and football start again?!

So, thanks to all my friends, I have quite a bit of music to listen to, but me, never being happy with what she has continued to ask people for more recommendations. I asked the cute boy at work what genres/bands he listens to most frequently. I didn't want to know his favorites, just most often heard through his speakers. He listed 3 or 4 genres and about 8 bands, and you know what? Not a single one of them surprised me. Its not like he's a stereotype, but I could totally see him listening to any one of the bands he said. Then I started to think about other bands people had listed for me. No surprises with Jon's list, or Sam's, or Matt's, or Kayla's, the only surprise was Holly, and that's because I just recently met her. But I started to wonder (yeah, yeah first I'm thinking now I'm wonder, I need to work on my writing skills a bit), how predictable are we. If I were to write down some of my favorite bands, would anyone be surprised? How correct or incorrect was Rob Gordon when he judged friends and girlfriends on their taste in music? Do our choices in music reflect our personalities or do our personalities reflect our choices in music? Or are they two totally separate things and I'm just going crazy?

I'm goin' hungry

So apparently its an awesome new thing for women in Europe to sun bathe nude. Okay, so I know the concept isn't new, but for some reason the press is making a big deal out of it this week. Maybe because its Sienna Miller and Kate Moss, not Star Jones and Rosie, but I digress...

Now I'm all for loving yourself and doing what you well please, but I gotta say, I hate sunburn on my back, I can't imagine what sun fried nipples are like. Bleh. Prancing around topless, dancing topless, celebrating Mardi Gras in proper fashion, sure. Why not, show em off before they hit your knees. But subjecting them to the sun? That's a bit cruel, don't cha think?





NYRFTW

I wanna stay inside for good...

So its that wonderful time of year again. No, not Christmas in July, but the start of my hockey countdown. Last year this time, I was too lazy to update my blog, now I'm subjecting y'all to another rant on my favorite game.

Now, the Free Agency Trading opened up a few weeks ago, which basically means it is the second best time of the year (first is the actual season). It is our time to lay out our best offers to free agents all throughout the league. Sadly, it angers me too much to discuss the Collective Bargaining Agreement, so if you really give a rats ass, just click the link. Simply put, we get to weed out all the dead weight, I'm looking at you Jagr, Malik, and so on, while gaining fresh meat. Hopefully Glen Sather pulled his head out of his ass long enough to put together a team that functions properly, you know, shooting on the proper goal (ahemBackmanahem).

Another thing, I'm sure I've written about a Gordie Howe hat trick, if not read the link. Howe deserves this title, he took hockey to a whole new level, and it is depressing to see his game go down the toilet. The reason I reference the Gordie Howe hat trick is for who has reached this accomplishment. On December 20, 2007 the world ended when Cindy, sorry Sidney Crosby, dropped his gloves and actually fought. I'm not going to link Cindy's wiki page because it does not do him justice. He's touted as "The Next One", referring to Gretzky's nickname of "The Great One". When Cindy first came up, sure, he had a shot, but his past performances have displayed his less than desirable traits. Bitching about calls not being made, refusing to get physical against the boards, and just all around being a little prick about everything is the way he plays hockey. Sure, Gretzky was hardly ever hit, but he earned that right. In his early years, Gretzky played just like everyone else. Cindy needs to realize he needs to pay his dues before cashing in on the glory of being the greatest out there. Oh yeah and that's the other thing. Dude, keep your ego in check. Just because the media loves, doesn't mean you need to go around acting like your shit don't stink. Play the game, love the game, and everyone will love you. Instead you whine and complain when opposing cities don't welcome you with open arms, rather boo you and give you less than charming nicknames. Cindy had a chance to be an awesome player, but in my book he will always be remembered as a diva who didn't deserve any of the attention.

Now that I think half of you stopped reading 2 paragraphs ago, its time to revert back to the proper sports season, baseball. What a boring sport. I like it, but I consider "watching" the game reading about it in the papers the next day, or watching the highlights on SportsCenter. But tonight is the Home Run Derby, and in true fashion, I'm reading about it, not watching it. Currently Josh Hamilton from the Texas Rangers is at bat, and apparently he's amazing, my father's words not mine. To me, the Home Run Derby is a bit boring, and baseball pants aren't even tight enough to rate their butts. I really want Grady Sizemore to win, just because I've now seen him play live twice, while I was in Cleveland, and he is quite a player (Sorry if you have no idea what I'm talking about but I'm too lazy to link baseball pages.). He's stats are average, but to me he's a clutch player, coming through when they need him the most. Now if their fielding could pull it together along with their pitching, Cleveland would have quite a nice team.

But that's besides the point... Yay hockey!! Boo baseball!!

I know I know I know its s-s-s-so symbolic of everything

So I'm sitting around listening to the awesome songs that everyone recommended, so thank you to for them. Its quite surprising what some people have suggested. There are songs that I would have never listened to, but I actually kinda like. And of course there are songs that no matter how many people rave about, I will never like (Belle and Sebastian, Thom Yorke/Radiohead).

I'm also arguing with Jeff, which isn't a surprise since we never agree on anything. This time its about Simon Pegg, I dunno. I wonder how we actually have conversations without killing each other, oh wells, still love him.

I didn't have work this weekend and I had no idea what to do. For the past 6 Saturdays I've had work, so there was no planning to do. But this Saturday, nothing, work wouldn't even let me work overtime! Who willingly turns down help when we are short handed to begin with?! Ugh, so Saturday I spent sleeping, watching movies (The Adventures of Priscilla Queen of the Desert and Art School Confidential), and shoe shopping.

The dog ate my flip flop. He's such a pain, my brother leaves shoes all over the house and the dog doesn't touch em. Mine are down for thirty seconds and the strap is gone. I wouldn't have minded if they were my Old Navy ones, since there's 4 or 5 pairs floating around my room, but these were my nicer flip flops. Instead of $3.00, I plopped down $20 for them. They survived trips to farms, fairs, the beach, cross county jaunts, but couldn't stand up to a year old puppy.

For those wondering, I have three dogs. All English bulldogs, Stanley, Stewart, and Truman. Stanley is 13.5 years, Stewart is 1.25 years, and Truman is roughly 1. Stanley has been dying since he was 8, but continues to run around like nothing is wrong. Truman is Stewart's replacement. Stewart is such a sick dog, its sad but that's the way it is. And Truman is the one that ate my shoe. He is the devil in dog form. I really don't fancy him. He's a bit of a pain. We couldn't agree on a name, so his fully name is Truman Tater. He was almost Turd, but my mother over ruled that one. Oh wells, 3 dogs is quite a circus some days, but I love them all (except for Tater, who's on my shit list right now).

I think that's enough rambling for now...

Stacy's Mom has got it going on...

Sitting around eating chocolate chip cookies is fun, til those 30 minute infomercials on work out dvd start...

I've got a pocket full of sunshine...

One of my favorite columnists on my favorite website wrote this article back in 2005. Sure, he starts off talking about the NBA and how shitty it is, but he quickly moves on to how to remedy this problem. Read it if you wish, I am warning you, it is about hockey...

I've got sunshine in a bag...

My life is over. Well not really, but to me it is. To put it simply, the spring semester was a bad time for me. Somethings happened back home, and I really didn't want to go to class for two weeks, all I wanted to do was sit in bed and cry. Which, basically, I did. When I resumed going to classes, I realized I was so far behind there was no hope of me catching up. Instead of doing the logical thing and going to talk to my professors, I decided to have fun for once. Instead of staying in every night, studying and preparing for classes, I went out and had fun. I had a life outside of books for the first time ever, and it felt fantastic. I never regretted one minute of it, until I checked my transcript. It now has one W and two Fs for the spring semester. Yeah, I fucked up. I failed one of the gen ed classes that I need for my major, plus a math course (but who's really surprised that I failed math?). So for the past few weeks this has been the reason I've been so cranky and just throwing myself into work. There you go, you now know everything... Cheers!


Oh and I just realized that the song, Clint Eastwood by the Gorillaz is the really awesome Sunshine In A Bag song.

Add-on: I just told my father, he's not mad, he's disappointed. Oh god the kiss of death. I am a failure to him

I will find a way...

So my kindergarten teacher is retiring, or actually retired this past June. And as a gift one of the ladies in my neighborhood bought a frame and tried to get as many of her former students a possible to sign it. Of the neighbors, I was the only one to have her, so obviously I was the first one to sign it who didn't have her this past year. Amid all this oversized scrawl, there was my signature with the year I had her. That totally freaked me out, now granted most people who read this blog are a bit older than me, but still, seeing 1995 written down makes it seem so long ago. In 13 years, so much has changed, how different will things be in 13 more years?

And you could have it all, my empire of dirt

Thank you once again to everyone that posted songs, and thank you Jon for your two cents. It was very much appreciated!

But thats the thing that weirded me out. Until everyone started commenting on that entry, I had no idea that many people knew about this silly little thing. It started out as a ranting site, whatever bugged me or confused me, I would write about it. Then it went through the typical "teenage angsty" phase. I like to think now its one giant story blog, were any random thought that I think of just gets posted here. But there's the catch, I have to now watch what I say. Because it would totally suck if I wrote **Sam is a raging bitch or **Jeff should jump off a cliff and they read it. So all in all, silly me just realized, but already obviously knew, that anyone can read this blog, especially since the link is on my Facebook...

:-)






**Disclaimer: Both of these sentences are not true, I love Sam dearly, and I might go insane if Jeff ever killed himself, by any means.

Down in a hole, losing my soul

I want to thank all of my lovely friends for all the music suggestions, I never expected to get so many. And Jon, please don't stress over the question, it was not meant to be a hard task.

My brain is totally mush. I don't have a summer, all I do is work to make money. Except what's the point of my pay checks if I'm not having fun with them? This was brought to my attention by a friend today when he found out that I don't actually go out after work or on days off. Well, to go out on days off I would have to take a day off, and I choose not to. And why do I choose not to? Besides the awesome (read: next to nothing) money I make, I really enjoy the company of one of my co-workers. He is a very interesting person, and most often I wish we were a bit more defined. Because there is nothing I would enjoy more than spending time with him outside of work. I need to stop writing about him because god forbid he reads this blog, that would just be my luck. He's seen me in a see through skirt courtesy of Mother Nature, he saw me sneeze and break the strap of my dress, its only a matter of time before I do something else embarrassing infront of him, who's to say its not this blog?