Welcome Back

Well dang, where did I go? I'll be right back. Promise.

Life as I know it.

I got up at 4:30 with Tucker, thinking it was like 7. Dang, man.
Then, I took Tucker outside and had to pull a string out of his butt. He was scared to death! I would have made my dad do it but he's 400 miles away. That is totally a dad job, NOT a little girls job at 4am.

This morning is a stupid idiot.

For Nick

I woke up this morning with a massive migraine that wanted to kill both my brain and my soul. It didn't. Thanks, Excedrin.

While I was laying on the couch in agony a memory popped into my mind. It was the early-mid 90's, and I am at the counter by the electronics (what is now cosmetics) at High School Pharmacy with Grandma and Bud. I don't remember for sure, but we were probably buying Bugles or Bengay or something like that. There is one of those change eating yellow robots on the counter. I think it's awesome, and grandma gives me a penny to feed it. Bud likes it a lot too. So much so that he actually ends up getting one of his own for Christmas.

"Ahh Fooey!"

He's a dancin' machine!

Brenden Fraser ruined my wedding last night.

Whiney Post

I'm sorry dudes, but I'm a bummer. I think I just need to get out of town. My stupid body isn't working too good, I've gained a lot of weight and am feeling down on myself, and I just need a change in pace.
This is lame.

Emergency! Emergency!

Today I spent 3 1/2 hours in the emergency room.

About a week ago I started getting random sharp pains in my left temple. They would last about 5 seconds and would happen a few times a day. I didn't think too much about it, but I made sure to keep aware of my body. Through out the week the pain continued, and started happening more and more often. This morning the pain went from happening every hour or so to every couple minutes. Intense pain that left pressure on the left side of my head, gave me tunnel vision, and made me feel really out of it.
Concerned it may be a swollen vein in my head- something that can happen with my buttface of a disease, I decided to call around and get in with a doctor. I made a lot of calls. Some docs wouldn't accept my insurance, some docs didn't have time, some docs didn't have a clue about my disease, and all of them wouldn't take me in as a new patient for at lease a month. Scared out of my mind (I literally thought I might have a stroke) I had Will take me to the emergency room.
I was taken in right away, given an IV and had blood taken. I was then wheeled around and given a CT scan. I spent the next two hours waiting for my results with Will. We played games and listened for the lullaby over the speakers (every time a baby is born they play a lullaby over the entire hospital! It was so cute! Four babies were born while I was there).
Finally, the doctor came back and said my results were clear. I was discharged with a "headache" and referred to a rheumatologist.
Though my doctor said I was justified with my concern, especially with my disease, I still feel like a chump every time I have to see a doctor, and especially every time I admit myself into the ER. I worry because most symptoms of my disease are odd and don't seem connected, they have no pattern and are just straight up confusing. But at the same time, I HATE laying on a bed surrounded by people that REALLY have it rough. It makes me feel like a whiner.

Eh, better safe than sorry I guess.

My day: A boring story

I started my day pantless. Some people lose a sock at night. I lose my bottoms.
I got out of bed and took Tucker out of his crate. He was howling. It was annoying.
I went downstairs and turned on my internet.
I made myself half a PJ&J sandwich. I do that every morning.
I check my bank account, I got paid.
I made just enough to pay rent, with $6 left over to last me till February 12th. Awesome. That will get me a gallon of gas and a lean cuisine.
I cried a little. Hey, money is stressful.
I checked craigslist for jobs. The only one I qualified for was as a drive through barista. Problem was you had to do it topless. No thanks, skanks.
I started on my taxes.
Tucker annoyed me.
I didn't finish my taxes.
I took a shower.
I used my $130 worth of hair products. It made me feel rich. I thought it was funny I was washing my hair with $30 bottles of shampoo and conditioner when I only had $6 to my name.
I got ready for work.
I drove to work.
I clocked in.
I was told a client brought in homemade wedding cookies- SCORE.
I sat at a desk.
I sat at a desk more.
I did some laundry.
I sat at a desk.
I clocked out of work soon after six.
I drove to Subway.
I ordered a foot long ham sandwich. I asked for mayo and mustard on one half, because the other half was going to be lunch the next day and I didn't want it to be soggy. The nice girl cut my sandwich in half, wrapped each separately, and put a T on the condiment less sammy for "tomorrow."
I came home.
I took Tucker out to pee.
He lifted his leg for the first time. He pees like a big boy now.
I called my mom.
I ate my sandwich.
I watched tv.
And here I am.


Whatever.

Steeeeeeve!

I dedicate this post to an honorable man. A man whose mission in life is to better the world, one lie detector test at a time.
Steve Wilkos

Hey Shawty

Whoa, double post!

In the coming month I will be turning 24. That, matched with being totally broke (which is always when you want the most) has given birth to a B-day wish list of epic proportions. I'm all "Dadday, I want I want I want! Gimme Gimme Gimme!"
And, here it is:

Let's start with something I would never get, a Wii Fit: About $400.00
http://wiifit.com/
I need this machine. I need to stand in the middle of my living room and move my hips like I am hoola hooping. I NEED to.

The Fugi Instax Instant Camera: $130.00
Sure, I already have two Polaroid instant cameras, but this one looks like the fuuutuuuureee.

Tulle Floral Boat Neck Dress in Honey Size M: $42.00
http://www.tulle4us.com/tulle/dresses/S6134/
This dress, aww, this dress. It's too cute. Not to mention, this will be my GOLDEN birthday so what better color for a dress, huh? PLUS I can wear it to my BF's brother's wedding in April and it will cover my tattoo! Yep, won't get any dirty looks in this gem.

Baby Blue Ukulele: $24.29
http://www.amazon.com/Mahalo-U-30LB-Painted-Economy-Soprano/dp/B001SN7R54/ref=pd_cp_MI_2
Sure, I will probably give up the instant I realize I can't learn how to play ANY instrument instantly, but it's worth a try. Plus, look how tiny it is! Baby guitar!

Thermals Side Reel Tee Size Mens XS: $15.00
http://www.thethermals.com/store/shirt2.htm
In high school I made a Thermals shirt, it's about time I get a real one. Also, I LOVE THEM!

Good Times Burger & Fries: $8.49
http://www.goodtimesburgers.com/
This shits DA BOMB. Large order of fries and extra fry sauce? Yes.

So there you have it. Now you go get it.




Oh, P.S. I don't know how to enter pictures or links, so, this is really annoying for you.

Awaken the Beast!

Ok. It's time for things to change around here. No more going MONTHS between posts. I've got a brother to entertain!

I don't even remember where I left off. I think I quit with the excuse that Scrubs was on? Guess what, I don't even care that much for Scrubs. You were suckered. I just didn't want to type.

So, let's re-cap.

*We had Thanksgiving. Will came to Oregon with me. We watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade while bathing 6 adorable puppies.
*We got a puppy! His name is Tucker. He is a lot bigger than he used to be. Also, he just lost his two front teeth. Aww!
*I made a really good meatloaf.
*I bought a pizza and at a stop light it fell on the floor of my dirty car. Then, Will and I ate floor pizza.
*Flew home for Christmas break. Learned booze make for a great flight.
*Spent Christmas in the home town, trying to dodge any encounters with past classmates.
*My BFF Chelsea flew back to Boise with me for what was to be an epic New Years.
*I spent the ENTIRE time Chelsea was here puking due to a stomach flu. *Yes, that includes midnight 09/10. Boo.
*Went to my first Boise trash bar. Slow danced to a KC&JoJo with a man with one arm.
*HOT DANG I CLEANED MY ROOM!
*Other stuffs, other stuffs, wow this is boring.

So that's about it for the update. I think things will become more entertaining once I post everyday, and am able to remember what has happened.

UmOkBye.

The Crunch.

I was going to use this bout of inspiration to update on Boise's best smelling cult, Sentsy, but I thought I would use this time to do a little updating on my life for those close enough to care.

Things.
Things are working, and not working. Doing what they should and what they should not.
Life has been an ever steady pace. Thanksgiving was a six hour drive this year. I would say for the first year ever, but Eugene's college traffic pre-holiday has always been known to change three hour drives into seven. What did make this Thanksgiving different this year though was the new addition to Will and I's little home, our puppy, Tucker. Before the big trip I puppy proofed the house. Picking up wires and cords, cleaning, hiding shoes.

Ok guess what, Scrubs is on and I want to watch it, I will finish this later.

Suckers!

#1

Fun Fact: I HATE the phrase "curl up with a good book."

The lunatic is in my head

I've been having a lot of weird rants in my head. At night I post brain-blogs that are brilliant and sad and amazing, and forgotten by the next day.

I'm having a hard time with...well, time. I've been sad and bogged down with the thought of growing old, and especially of those around me getting older. I think sometimes I would prefer NOT to outlive anyone I care about. It's something that has always haunted me. I remember being young, at night on the top bunk trying to fall asleep. I would think of the universe, and get scared trying to understand what was beyond earth, the solar system, where it ends and what it is all held in. I would thinking about my parents getting old and it would make me cry. It would scare me and I would dust it out of my mind, like a Disney cartoon. I would imagine filing cabinets open and cluttered, with cob webs and dust. Then I would imagine myself going inside my brain with a duster, and cleaning out the clutter. Flushing all the sad and bad thoughts. I think it may be an actual cartoon segment. It worked, and I still do it to this day. I did it last night, over and over with thoughts of age, and waste, and parents, and Bud.

Sometime I can get really wrapped up in things, things that are much better put aside in order to keep sane. It's time, and I don't know how to handle it. Or understand it. I don't want to think about it.

I wish there really were a fountain of youth...

Halloweenie

Before I get into my boring life, I would like to do a little update on my brothers not-so-boring life. My bro is in Paris right now, on a month long tour through all those wonderful places with his band. I am so excited for him, I can't even describe it. It's an awesome feeling knowing my own bro is doing such super cool things. Yesterday I heard the Ford commercial that playes bro's said band. When it came on, I freaked. I flipped. I flapjacked. It was like that scene in That Thing You Do! when the boys here their song on the radio for the first time. I jumped off the couch, threw the tutu I was working on to the floor, and screamed. I made lots of squeeky noises until I called my Mom. I had to repeat my story to her about three times until she could actually understand me. It was a proud moment.

Now, on to my boring life...
I'm sitting here on the couch in an owl costume waiting for my co-worker to come over and do my make-up (one of the perks of working at a salon). I'm the owl from the Tootsie Roll commercial this year, and my main man the tootsie roll pop. (Pervy inuendo not intended) I made my costume myself, brown tights, brown/black/white/yellow tutu with feathers, black shirt, brown vest with feathers, round glasses, and a grad cap. The costume is pretty great. except for the vest. I didn't bother measuring it and just played it by ear. I ended up with a vest fot for an infant. It's so tiny, but I am wearing it anyway. Whatev, I'll pretend I made it this way on purpose.
Other than howl-o-ween, not too much new. Excited for my pup in November, and not so excited for the cold and crappy weather.


Um, ok, bye.

Bummer, Boise.

I've been in down mood these past few days.
After much anticipation, the boys of The Shaky Hands made their way to Boise to shake this city right. I spread the word like mono in a middle school. I was so excited for this show, ready to rock it out with the Boise night life. Ready to dance with my fellow town mates. Ready to show them how Oregon does it. Ready. Ready...
Neurolux at 8:30 pm. A handful of tried and true pals set up at the front of the venue. Show is about to begin. Fat asses at the bar and frat boys at the pool tables were all to be had. I hang my head.
Where is everyone? In Oregon, a show like this would be jammin'. In Eugene, a show like this would have already been shut down with max capacity and the smell of booze. But here, in Boise, it was a whole 'nother story. I have some hypothesis as to why things stunk ass, here they are:

1. It was a spendy show. $10 for a Thursday night gig? I admit, if I wasn't on the list, or if it were any other band, I probably wouldn't pay that much either.
2. Here in barbaric Boise, you're still allowed to smoke in the bars. Apparently second hand smoke doesn't exist here. Perhaps the potatoes filter the state? A sign was put up on the door asking for no smoking for this show. FANTASTIC, I thought. But not to the people of B-town. Cancer sticks trump good tunes, and many turned away to go suck on their turds somewhere else. Good Riddance, stinks.
3. Thursday. It was a Thursday. Once again, in Eugene, this wouldn't have been a problem. Thirsty Thursday, it's just another day to your weekend. Not so here, I guess.
4. UFC Fights and shit beer- Idaho's preferred past time, was not present at this show.
5. No one dances. Bo Jangles is not alive in the spirits of the Idaho peoples.

Despite the poor outcome, I danced my little heart out like any other show. I left the venue with out a burning throat and made my way home to make the boys Mac'n'Cheese before calling it a night.
Ugh.

Ok, enough down talk. It's not all bad here. Like I've been telling my Momma, my quality of life is much better here than it ever was in Eugene. I am more healthy and productive. It's just the whole- new girl- new land- that has hit me. I'm sure it will pass...

10/09/09

Dear Idaho,
I hate you.
Sincerely,
Me

Oh Holy Hell!

Alright, I was going to dedicate today's post to Boise's awful drivers (for reals, ya'll ride ass like a perv.) As well as a HI-LARIOUS trend I have noticed (big boys on big tricycles...seriously) but it's all going to have to wait for one major "WTF" of a tale.
It all began, oh, 15 minutes ago when I drove myself to Winco. I was feelin' pretty good about getting myself there with out getting lost. I was on a mission for a Birthday cupcake (it's a friends b-day) and maybe a jo-jo or two for myself (what? It's Saturday!). Jo-jo's in hand I made my way to the bakery, only to be stopped by one of my only favorite alcoholic beverages, Wild Blue. This beer tastes like blueberries, and looks like dirty Kool-Aide, but I love it. Now, I don't drink much, I've kinda retired from my party days. And since I began my new medication (my doctors are trying to turn me into The Hulk) I don't really drink at all, ever. But, I thought I would treat myself and buy a pack. I can drink half of one bottle with out going all street-rat crazy. So, I stood in front of the coolers, looking at the beer like I really knew what I was thinking. Things were chill as I contemplated my purchase- UNTIL
"Daddy yuck!" A little voice screamed. "Yes, we don't drink that!" Roared a man.
Peeps were down on my alcohol contemplation. My 15 year old (looking) body grasping that big kid drink was not sitting too well with the customers of Winco.
Whatever, I thought. It's good to tell your lil' ones not to drink this stuff.
I grabbed a case. All was cool again- UNTIL
"Judgement!" I heard a woman say.
JIGGA WHAT!? Did you just say JUDGEMENT, to ME?! Aw Holy Hell! Here I am, good as can be. I say my please and thank you's, I open doors and help elderly across streets. I work hard, pay attention, and always help. I accept people, and even if I think you're whack, I don't get all up in your business and YOU are passing judgement on ME!?
I clenched my beer with an iron fist.
I walked my sinful self to the register.
And I bought that devils drink, saying thank you to the clerk as I left, of course.

*Special thanks to my stereo, which decided to blast The Thermals "take the control/grab hold!/ get fucking ready!" as I left the parking lot.

I am sure many a shameful head shakes were had as my beat up Tracer, Obama For Prez and Oregon Love stickers in all, drove into the sunset.

Shhh

Things are good, but all I have to say is I miss my Eugene friends so, so, so much.

Time Sheets

Last night I went to an open interview at a pupular bar in downtown Boise. First off, I would like to announce how awesome I am in driving MYSELF downtown, at night time none the less! That's prize worthy. I know nothing about the lay out of this town, but I made it. Early, of course. So early I had to sit in my car and pretend to be on my phone any time anyone would walk by. Better way early than a minute late, I say.
I walked into the bar at 9:20. Interviews were to start at 9:30. It stank. Apparently, you're allowed to smoke in bars here. G-ROSS. I sat down at a table with the four other prospective employees and had a chat or two. Soon I realised nearly every person in Boise was waltzing in for a job as well. Ugh. With each person my little heart cracked. By 9:35 the 40 of us were corralled into an elevated section of the venue. We were told to state our name and something about is. "I'm-" "I moved here-" "I used to be-" "KISS ASS KISS ASS-" We all shouted to get our story out. Mid way through the introductions the owner came in and began asking people questions about who they were and what they do. It seemed to be completely at random. I was asked a question, however some people didn't even get a chance to say their name. In a matter of moments the mass interview session was over and we were sent home. Owner said he would call the potentials to a test run with in the next thirty minutes. It was all so American Idol.
Blah. I walked quickly out the door, keys between fingers (it's downtown at night, dudes. I'ma protect myself!) I got in my car and drove home, hopeless. (Not before getting totally lost and driving down the wrong side of a road. Oops!)
Once home, I popped a sleeping pill knowing I wouldn't be receiving a phone call.
I didn't. Bullet dodged.
Today, I had an interview at a super awesome salon. I was so nervous for this interview, I spent the morning talking to myself in interview talk and perfecting my make up (Uh, trying to impress stylists with your pre-pubescent make up techniques- IMPOSSIBLE!) I arrived super early (better way early than a minute late, I say) and totally rocked the interview. I was felling pretty good when I left, but made sure I didn't get my hopes up.
30 minutes later I was hired. HOLLA!

They say it's very difficult to get a job here in Boise. I heard 2 months is the magic number. It took me 4 days. Not to sound all into myself but- HELL YEAH I RULE- SUCK IT UNEMPLOYMENT!

Welcome Home

Let's get this started.
I moved to Boise Thursday the 10th. I loaded up on Red Bull shots (which I never drank, probably for the best) and rice crispy treats ( which I did eat, totally for the best) and was on the road by 6:30am. Terrified, I drove my tin can of a car the 366 miles all by my lonesome.
Thankfully, I made it with out any problems. The drive went by quickly, probably because I spent most of the time daydreaming about puppies (time flies when you're having fun!).
I arrived to my main man and a totally sweet apartment. After years of living in college dumps (run down houses with 4 dirty boys, third story of a domestic violence clinic with party animals, old duplex with a shitty cat...) this place looked like a dream. Washer and dryer, dish washer, and AC? Hell yes! My first order of business after giving my BF a friendly hello- Good Times. Yes, that little burger joint pretty much drove me to Boise. Those fries, oh God those fries.
I spent the rest of the evening in my comfy abode inhaling grade F beef and fry sauce.
Day two of Boise was spent in a haze. I slept a total of 3 hours my first night. I layed wide awake listening to every sound of my new house thinking someone was trying to break in.
Friday evening my friend Kolbie picked me up for a night of Rock Band. Yes! Back in Eugene, we would rock out to this game almost every night. Kolbie made some muddy buddies (which I had never had, is that some mid west thing or am I just stupid?) and I did my darnedest at the drums.
Saturday morning Will's mom picked us up for some car shopping. My super lucky BF was going to get a new Subaru. The shopping took hours but in the end we ended up with a pimpin' 2002 Subaru Forester. The huge ass moon roof rolls back so I can stand up and be all "New York! New York!" It's awesome.
Saturday night my friend Laura picked me up and we went to her house to hooka. Well, she did, I didn't. I don't want the black lung, ya'll.
Sunday I was too tired. I stayed inside and konked out on sleeping pills around 9. Party Hardy.
Monday was yesterday, and yesterday was Monday. Will and I went downtown for some Guidos pizza, and walked around the town. After a bit of window shopping we remembered The Record Exchange. Excited, we walked the blocks and found it. At first, I thought this place rocked, but I was quickly disappointed when I discovered the d-baggery of the employees. Dudes who work record stores are always ego-trippin', it's a fact. But these guys, they just thought they were hot shit. Their eyes followed me in total disgust, practically screaming "We don't serve your kind!" Sure, I was dressed in pink, looking all sweet and mainstream, but I was also combing my way through X, Minor Threat, and The Germs. Puh-leeeze boys! I know you thought I was lost. I wasn't. I know my shit, and you can eat it. Then Will gave me a hug. Easy enough, until I looked over and saw the two said employees mocking us, pretending to grope one another. Final straw boys! We left, and I contemplated grabbing will and having a disgusting display of dirty affection outside their window, finished with a cute little birdie that is my middle finger.
We traveled on to The Flicks. I expected it to be something like the Bijou, Eugene's most awesome church-converted-to-movie theater. It's pretty darn close, minus the obese cat (RIP Boo) and probably a few ghosts. We saw Paper Heart. Awww. It was pretty good.
TOOOO MUUUUCH TYYYPPPINGGG.
Ok, whew, that brings me to today. I'm still in my PJ's so needless to say there isn't much to update on. I've got a job interview lined up for tomorrow, I'll fill you in on that later.

I haven't been here too long, but so far I like it. However, here are some weird things I have noticed. Idaho, you so crazy!
*Pumping your own gas- Say what!? I filled my car before I crossed the boarder. I am terrified to do it myself.
*Sales tax- Whats the use of a dollar store if you're really paying $1.06? Despite the LIES, I still love Honk's. My dad would love Honk's too. They sell RC Cola.
*LDS, LDS temples, and people who say LDS- What? First off, its a weird religion, sorry. Second, Your temples are EVERYWHERE and every time I see one I get all excited thinking it's like some super cool place but really it's for wackys! Third, no one says Ladder Day Saints, they say LDS, which in my mind comes out LSD, which just makes me picture Conservative peeps tripping out on acid. That part is kind of cool.
*Location, location, location- Everything here is so spread out. Gone are the days of walking 100 yards to Safeway (ah, Safeway, that will be next). I now have to drive 15 minutes to get ANYWHERE, and to make matters worse, I don't know where anything is in the first place! Gah!
*Safeway, Market of Choice, Whole Foods, Trader Joes- You don't have ANY OF THEM Idaho! Whats up with that? I want my Safeway M&M cookies, you don't got it.
*Stinker gas stations- Ha! Stinker...

So that about gets us up to date. I should probably do some more unpacking...