Sticky Sweet

Michelle

2008-05-20T20:18:00.001-04:00

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Tenative Return

2008-03-14T22:52:00.003-04:00

Whoa.

Today makes the 30th day I would have gone without internet if I hadn't cracked. I wasn't trying to go without it mind you, but so much has been happening that something had to be sacrificed. I'm sorry dear internets, that it had to be you.

I've been sick, tired, sad, happy, and generally disgruntled. I've driven a u-haul across 2 state lines and back, put out a scary fire in my kitchen, watched 2 guys drop my mom on her head (twice!), helped someone wean themselves off drugs, lost 10 more pounds, sold 12 acres of land, and fractured my tail bone (again!). My heart has been destroyed, but I don't really think I can talk about that. I put my resignation in at work (because I was so frustrated I didn't know what else to do) only to have my boss toss it in the trash can and refuse to accept it. I bought tickets to the big show in Columbus in May (Papa Roach and Disturbed!).

So, that's about it. I've either got to go to sleep or spend my late-night scrubbing at the soot-stains on my wall. I choose sleep.

Local Celebrity

2008-01-29T23:48:00.001-05:00

Two Hours

2008-01-29T23:16:00.001-05:00

-I just spent the last two hours laughing it up while watching people sing (bad) country music, karaoke style. The flashing neon sign advertised that you could bring your own music or choose from "many selections" already on hand. How could I pass that up? It was beautiful.

-I spent two hours yesterday hanging out at a friend's house for another friend's birthday. My friend's wife and I watched the boys play cards, quote Jay and Silent Bob and imbibe as much Bud Light as they could possibly handle in 120 minutes. When we got up to leave, my friend yelled "Wait! I have to play you this song! Let me get my guitar!" and ran off, returning before I could ask whether is was acoustic or electric. It was neither. He ran back in the room with a tiny plastic guitar and played a Danzig song on Guitar Hero. Over and Over. For 30 minutes. My head hurt.

I'm Still In Shock Heath Ledger's Dead.

2008-01-29T04:09:00.000-05:00

I bought a bookcase for my birthday. Well, a "media center" I originally was planning on making a bookcase but now I'm guessing I'd better use it for it's intended purpose. I've managed so far to wrangle the frame together but until I can remember to get some glue on my way home, It'll remain that way.

That being said, it's been a pretty boring week. So instead of whining about how I should be sleeping right now instead of blogging, watching Bewitched (the series), doing laundry, and waiting to be at work at 5am, I give you some links to get you through the day. Enjoy!

The 10 Most Terrifyingly Inspirational 80's Songs

Smitten Kitchen

Good Reads

Glitter Adventure's Exploding Box Class

2008...So Far

2008-01-22T23:31:00.000-05:00

In 29 minutes I'm going to be 25. I'm still a little shell shocked about this.

-This month has been full of the flu, and pulled muscles, and work work work.

-I'm taking classes to make this party planning business dream a reality.

-I broke my glasses (but according to my gay friend at work I'm 100 times sexier without them).
-I've bought 14 movies this month. Movie Gallery is a cult.

-I've seen one movie this month. Sweeney Todd is excellent.

-I've lost 30 pounds since Christmas and I've done it by being so busy I don't sit down. I know that's not the healthiest way to lose poundage, but hey, the jeans I put on for a company function last Tuesday looked great and I hadn't worn them in two years. Go. Me.

-I'm only seeing my coworkers and the insides of my eyelids. I'm working harder at life right now than I've ever worked before.

-My coworkers aren't too happy with me because I'm the only one who didn't get in trouble when the big head boss came. They chalked it up to my going to the company bowling party last Tuesday. Apparently now I'm also a suck up.

-I saw a real-life purse snatcher on Saturday at the mall. He got away with the goods.

-On nights when I get home at 3am and I'm too tired to do anything else, I pull out my mp3 player, go outside (sometimes with a blanket) and listen to that one song that reminds me of someone special over and over again, and miss him with a fierceness I've never known before. I feel like I've lost him and just can't figure out how to get him back.

Recap (an ongoing list)

2008-01-02T21:00:00.000-05:00

95.3% of 2007 sucked for me. Here's a recap of the best (and worst) moments/things that I encountered in 2007.

Entertainment:

Best Movie I saw: Transformers/I Am Legend (tie)

Worst Movie: Gravedancers

Top 5 Songs:

1. "Ice Cream" - Muscles
2. "Sorry"-Buck Cherry
3. "I'll Be Waiting"- Lenny Kravitz
4. "Forever"- Papa Roach
5. "The Way I Are" - Timbaland

Most Anticipated Book Read: Eclipse- Stephenie Meyer

Personal:

Best Day: July 27, 2007 (first day of vacation)

Worst Day: September 28th, 2007 (day I got hired at my job lol)

Best thing that happened: Finally spending time with HB

Worst thing that happened: March-May which caused my mom to lose a leg, and a lot more.

Loneliest moment: Sitting in my car in December in a deserted parking lot listening to a cd and having one of those semi-quarter-life-crisis moments.

Number of people I've had arrested: 1

Number of pounds lost: 38

Biggest Accomplishment: Being able to make a little ca$h writing.

Smallest Accomplishment: Being a Jerk. For realz.

2007, You Sure Did A Number On Me.

2007-12-27T13:13:00.000-05:00

I saw someone deal drugs Thursday of last week.

I had to have someone arrested (the receiver of the drugs) where I work on Saturday.

I had to sit there and listen to this kid beg me not to, because he was already on probation, had to sit there and listen to him lie to me about having weed and a pipe there. At first I believed him, then I found his hiding spot. My boss made me call, and I agreed, because, well if you knew what I've had to put up with this past month you'd know that something just had to give.

So I called the police and sat there nervously clenching my fists until they arrived. They took the kid to a small room in the back to read him his rights and discuss the problem. Hearing someone say those words outside of a movie was surreal. I sat there in my office staring straight ahead, tears falling down my face until well after they'd left. The other person there with me having to finish up for me.

This whole month has kind of been like that: Surreal. My life this year doesn't really even feel like mine anymore. I've got more of a social life now than I did this time last year, but the only difference is I didn't want or need it last year. Things have been rough with my family, hb, and personally all this month and it's been taking it's toll on me this past few weeks. I don't know if it's just because I'm unaccessible right now, or if there's something genuinely wrong, but it feels crazy. Not like my life at all. I'd trade all the nights watching my friends play cards until they pitch over, drunk (I'm the dd, by the way), all the movies we've watched, and all the PS3 games I've played since we had early Christmas, and anything else I could just for a little bit of my old life back.

I never thought I'd miss it, but God, do I miss being boring. I miss my family, hb, and being normal. Being slightly naive, totally loved, fairly happy, comfortable in my own skin. I miss being me.

Santa

2007-12-25T16:04:00.000-05:00

Santa has a blog. Read it here, and check out his 100 Things here.

The Big News

2007-12-18T22:59:00.000-05:00

I never really knew much about my father. My parents were divorced when I was a small child. His name was Charles, he was 7 years older than my mom, and I have his nose. Beyond that, I knew basically nothing. I didn't really care, because I'd never known him, was never going to know him, so what did it matter, right?

Wrong.

My mom sat me down a few days ago and started talking about my father. She said that since I'd moved back home I needed to know the "real truth" about him. "CIA?" I asked, joking. She looked out the window and proceeded to inform me that my father was not indeed, from Florida or my father at all. My REAL father was a married local business owner 23 years older than my mother. A skirt chaser. A man I saw nearly every day of my life when I was a kid. They both knew. A Google search told me he died 4 years ago. She only told me because I might come home and date/be friends with a half brother that my father managed to crank out before his demise. According to her though, I'm the youngest and last of the bastard children.

I couldn't help it. I cried. Thinking about it now makes me feeling a little like doing so as well. My mom had a fake marriage certificate made up to give my grandparents with my supposed father's name on it. Once, when I was upset when my Aunt for not finishing out my branch of the family tree, I accused my mom of not really being married to my dad and she whipped that out to show me. When I asked her why she did all that stuff, she said it was because she didn't want her parents to be embarrassed because they were old fashioned.

Apparently no one thought about how this would affect me in later years. It's not good.

Oh, and my last name? Completely fabricated. Nice.

My Heart.

2007-12-06T12:36:00.000-05:00

Things have been absolutely irritating this past week. I've talked to people I don't want to, and the people I do want to (one in particular) either want to have nothing to do with me, or are too busy to talk.

Which is probably why my heart exploded on Tuesday.

There I was, at work, thinking about the appointment I was supposed to be at around 3 (apartment interview thing) and I realized I wasn't going to get finished at work on time. I was worried I'd be late so I felt my heart beating a little faster. The I made it out with just enough time to spare only two people I went to High School with stopped me to talk on the way to my car. Each time I had to stop, my heart beat a little faster. I finally made it in and got halfway through the interview process only to be informed that I. Make. Too. Much. Money. to live in the crazy-nice new apartment building I've had my eye on for two months. (Apparently the person I'd been talking to on the phone failed to say "Yes" when I asked "Are these apartments income based?" *Sigh*)

So I leave the hotel conference room, and I feel my heart pounding away in my chest, getting faster with each step I took. While I was waiting for the elevator, I started thinking about all kinds of stuff. Mostly the mess that is my life right now, and the personal business going on this particular week. By the time the elevator had climbed it's way up, I was in tears. By the time I had made it out to my car, I couldn't breathe. I leaned forward and laid my head on my steering wheel until my eyesight got clear again and I could once again see the health department next door. Then I went home.

Since then, I've woken up every morning, evening, whatever with a hard-pounding heart.

The holidays are definitely a stressful time of year!

BFF

2007-12-01T00:21:00.000-05:00

Tessa and I bought the exact same pack of Christmas cards this year, with no prior knowledge about the purchase. I suspect Mandy has also done this, but it's too early to tell.

Not only are we BFF, we're psychic.

O.M.G. List

2007-11-30T23:55:00.000-05:00

In the past week I have:

1. Been set up on a date with a dude from work. (Hello, I'm taken?)
2. Been badgered by everyone including said dude at work pointing out his good attributes, and how I'd be good for him due to his needing a little "polishing" and the fact that I'm really good at getting people at work to do what I want. Unfortunately, this is not something that carries over to my personal life.
3. Played tattoo parlor with an 11 year old I was babysitting, and only today was able to scrub the last one off my arm.
4. It was a scorpion.
5. Listened to Colbie Calliet's cd no less than 3 times (It's very catchy/pop-y)
6. Had one girl from work practically shoot death lasers out of her eyes due to numbers 1 and 2.
7. Had headband stolen by girl from number 6.
8. Lost 7 more pounds. Go stress!
9. Made Jell-o.
10. Received one Keifer Southerland* playing card from someone to remember them by.
11. Received a couple of "The call is coming from inside your house"-style text messages.
12. Realized how disgusting I truly do find cigarette smoke. (Sorry guys) Especially when in a group.
13. Applied to one school to start finishing my education.
14. Cried over someone and called my best friend.
15. Went to the mall.
16. Saw Fred Claus (Rawr=Vince Vaughn)
17. Had my head explode a couple of times. Due to numbers 1-16.

*lol for real.

Sigh

2007-11-24T22:54:00.000-05:00

This is the time of year I love the best. Bright lights and warm friendly faces, lots of family and friends to share it all with. But this year, it's all changed. Maybe not "ALL" exactly, but, my life is certainly not on the same level playing field it was last year at this time. I'm even considering not putting up my tree.

Sure, there is some Holiday cheer in me: I sing along to the (good) Christmas Carols on the radio, and today, when I donated money car-side to the motorcycle gang that was collecting money for "Needy Kids" (per their sign) my heart grew three sizes and for a fleeting moment I was teary eyed. Then I saw how crowded the store's parking lot was and got all "Bah humbug!" again. I feel like I'm just working hard to get this year over with. I so looked forward to it, and then it kicked me in the proverbial balls.

I'm feeling a little ignored. Please excuse me until this passes.

Party

2007-11-24T03:14:00.000-05:00

Today I realized that my birthday is a scant 2 months away. In roughly 60 days I'm going to hit that age that I've looked toward with a little bit of fear, because it seemed that when my friends hit that age, they all went a little nuts. I've worried that this will happen to me, but as this whole year has made me a little nuts, I'm less worried about it making me that way too. So I've decided to embrace my 25th birthday and throw myself the biggest, most kick-ass party I've ever thrown. Everyone's invited. Young, old, and in between. The only present I want is for someone to dress up as the Kool-Aide man and bust through the party hall's door about half way through the night, scream "OH YEAH!" and jump into the pile of dancing people. BEST. PRESENT. EVER.

And yes, there WILL be alcohol. LOTS of it. I hear it calms the nuts down.

Yikes

2007-11-24T00:24:00.000-05:00

My inbox is empty. Had email that dated back to October 8.

Now, to catch up with everything else.

Site

2007-11-16T09:56:00.000-05:00

Stumbled upon this today and found it hilarious. Internet, meet New and Improved Stereotypes. Stereotypes, meet Internet.

Apparantly I can get drunk on candlewax.

Whoa.

2007-11-09T21:58:00.000-05:00

My horoscope for today, which I failed to check until a few moments ago stated this:

"Although almost everything in your life seems to be going well, dear Aquarius, today you might find yourself in a bit of a panic. You might have a temporary fit of fear that it won't last. However, this is most likely due to your deepest insecurities flaring up. Don't read too much into it, and don't pay any attention to the doubts expressed by others. Believe in yourself, continue to work hard, and keep moving on ahead."

How did they know? I have a sneaking suspicion that I'm creating problems (internally) that I don't really have. How lame.

You're good astrocenter.com. Perhaps too good.

Not As Fun As It Sounds

2007-11-09T21:34:00.000-05:00

I swear, talking to some people is like trying to walk up a quicksand hill* in stiletto heels. It's not going to get any better is it?

*yes I know that's pretty impossible.

Garbled Post

2007-11-09T20:07:00.000-05:00

I think I failed to mention this, but, I went away for a work seminar Monday through Wednesday this week. I'm now officially certified to do my job, according to the heavy sheet of paper they gave me with my name in calligraphy on the front. I spent those three days in a luxury hotel, goofing off with people in the same boat I was (11 in all) and spending my evenings eating in my favorite restaurants and shopping at the mall. Doesn't get much better than that.

I went back to work refreshed, energized, with a new perspective, and more confident than I had been before. I feel more like I belong now, even though I've still got a long way to go in that area.

All of the ladies hugged me and told me they were glad I was back. One of the boys even came in today and saw me typing away, putting in inventory and yelled my name happily, wrapped his arm around me and gave me a huge, wet (read: gross) kiss on the cheek.

"How are you doing?" he asked propping himself up on my desk. "We've missed you."

But I'm tired. Instead of feeling refreshed, I left work today (2 hours late-making an 11.5 hour work day) creeping so slow even your Grandma was baffled. I feel like I could sleep for a whole day-but that's never going to happen.

It doesn't help that the local newspaper called me Thursday about a position I applied for a couple months ago, asking if I wanted to reapply for it. Yes. I. Do.

My mom is really confused today. She's reaching for stuff that's not even there and asking me questions/saying things at really strange times. Things like "Are you going to get it or what?" and I'll ask "Get what?" and by then she's back to her senses (I guess?) and she'll say "Oh, nothing. Never mind." and go about her business. Strange.

So, would anyone have any idea how to make a really kick ass professional writing portfolio?

Seriously? SERIOUSLY?

2007-11-05T00:40:00.000-05:00

Actual conversation I had at some point last week at work:

JC: Don't take this the wrong way, but do you smoke weed?
Amelia: Nope. Other than an unfortunate second hand smoke incident on the bus in high school I've never been high. And never will be high.
JC: Huh...you look like the kind of person who does it a lot.
Amelia (looking down): Um...I'm wearing a cardigan? Maybe you've got "High" and "Fan of Mister Roger's" confused.

and then later:

JJ: I bet you get really wild when you let loose!
Amelia: Once, again, I'm. Wearing. A. Cardigan.

What is UP p-ville?

AJ <3 BH

2007-11-02T14:02:00.000-04:00

Today is my and HB's (HB's and my?) Meetaversary. The anniversary of when we met, 3 years ago. A lot has changed since then, but one things remains the same. No matter how crappy I'm feeling, or if he annoys me, at the end of the day, he still makes me incredibly happy. :)

Don't Tell Anyone I'm This Lame

2007-10-31T00:03:00.000-04:00

Do you remember when you were a Teen Beat/Tiger Beat/etc teenager? Your room plastered with pictures of your favorite celebrity and band, doodling your names together instead of taking notes in class, dreaming up what your mansion would look like when you get married (because he was TOTALLY going to fall in love with you as soon as his eyes met yours across the room!)?

Or that summer, okay, you're not going to lie, that ENTIRE year, you spent practically every spare moment laying on your living room floor writing what would ultimately be a 322 page, handwritten book which began with you being in love with Andrew Keegan, then when the season, and your crush changed, Nick Carter whisked you off into the key west sunset (because apparently he bought you a house there) where you lived happily ever after?

Or being so embarrassed by your 'novel' in later years that, not being able to part with it, you stuck it in a waterproof bag and buried it, without your name on it of course, the week before you moved from your childhood home, along with your posters of Jonathan Brandis (the only reason to even watch Sea Quest over TGIF)?

Oh. You DON'T remember that? Yeah, me either.

Ouch

2007-10-27T12:42:00.000-04:00

Last night, I dreamed HB told me he didn't love me anymore, and also that people at work kept calling in, thinking I wasn't the person answering the phone, telling me they weren't coming back to work until I quit/got fired. Waking up to that felt like someone had stabbed me in the heart, and left the knife in.

Then after discussing this with someone, they twisted it just a little bit.

Yesterday I gave myself a 4 inch long burn on my left forearm (underside). That burn doesn't hurt as much as the imagined stabbing.

Creepy Things

2007-10-25T23:47:00.000-04:00

-Tessa's purse was stolen this morning right out of her truck while she was dropping her son off at preschool. As if that's not upsetting enough, the jerk who stole it had to have watched her go in enough times to figure out that she didn't lock her car door in the mornings. People are jerks! I would love a bottle of shoe polish and two minutes with no witnesses right now. His car would be mine.

-There's this gas station at the end of my road that I'm always hesitant to go to. I thought it was because it used to have a giant chicken statue outside, but now I realize, it's more than that. I went in tonight and realized why. It looks like one of those "Middle of no where" gas stations you'd see in a scary movie. Some guy named Clem behind the counter chewing tobacco with his good tooth. It's got wooden floors and dim lighting and a little like, home cooking restaurant inside complete with 3 sets of booths in a little "Eating area". Everyone seems to know everyone else to, and don't particularly care whether they want on the outsiders or not. It's the kind of place, if I were to enter while in a scary movie, I'd back out slowly saying "Know what? I think I can find it myself".

-Yesterday, on the way home from that seminar, I saw a guy about 1/4 of a mile away from my apartment, walking down the road. This in general isn't strange but it's usually someone exercising. This guy was just walking. I didn't think much of it, and went on home. About 30 minutes later I hear sirens of all sorts and there's a big ruckus going on just out of view of my windows. It lasts a while then dies down. Turns out, the guy I saw on the road walked out of range of his house and shot himself in the head beside the road. He was married with a nice house and family and he just walks down the road and shoots himself. I'm 99% positive that I wasn't, but I can't help but think, what if I was the last person who saw that guy alive? My road isn't that busy, so it's possible. I doubt I was, but still I got chills driving home tonight.