it's friday I'm in...

...sleep mode.

My new theory...

I've decided that to feel better about myself, I'll stop looking at these little bad decisions I make as mistakes, and instead call each one a "momentary lack of judgement." (MLJ) What can be wrong with a slight MLJ? No major harm done.

My most recent mlj would include staying out until 2 a.m. on a thursday when I had to be at school this morning at 7:30. What's my excuse again? Go ahead, say it with me. Momentary Lack of Judgement. Doesn't it make you feel better? No more guilty conscience ~ everyone's entitled to a mlj. I don't regret staying out ~ although my sleepiness at this very moment might be telling me otherwise. The medium coffee just isn't cutting it today. I might be in the market for a caffeine drip. Anyone know where I can get one?

so sleepy

Saturday night we went to see Brandon's band, Idiogram, play at J.J. Kelley's in Lansing. It was my first time there, but we had a lot of fun. Me, Annie, Lori, Matt, and some old friends from high school showed up. The band was pretty awesome, I was impressed. You never really know what a friend's band is going to be like ~ cause according to them, they're GREAT! But, it all worked out. Afterward we ended up going to a hotel party in a little dive motel next door. That was interesting. But, all in good fun.

Did I mention that Annie's brother Matt, who is a year older than me and one of those "mysterious type" hotties in high school semi-hit on me? Annie was telling me that I could move into her parent's house if I wanted to since they have extra bedrooms and her parents are cool ~ not to mention it would get me out of dad's house. And, Matt was like, "no way she can't move in." When Annie asked why he said, "I can't have a hot single girl living in our house, that would be bad news." Whoa! The biggest confidence booster EVER - especially coming from him. I was shocked cause it was definately one of those "I feel kinda bloated nights so I better show some cleavage cause that's all I have going for me." Ladies, you feel my pain, right?

Since we didn't get home until 4:30 a.m. it is understandable that I slept until 11:30. But, I still felt like such a slacker. I had to come home and help dad paint. Sucks! But, then I took a nap for about 2 hours, went to sleep around 10:30 and didn't get up this morning until 9. Whoa! I feel like I've been in a coma. I think I'm just in a bit of a funk from moving back & (sigh) missing Springfield. Trying to find my place back here with my friends, my dad's house - and starting a new routine. I miss Washington Park! Where do I run and ride my bike now? Gotta find a new spot. Well, I think I'm gonna go make some Green Tea & try my hardest to wake the hell up.

lovely lady lumps

Anyone else heard the new atrocity by the Black Eyed Peas? "I'm a get, get, get you drunk, get you love drunk off this hump..." Whaaaa? If they aren't playing this in Springfield yet, get ready, because it's definitely worth a laugh.

So, it's friday night...my first friday night back in the Chi. I'm going to see The Exorcism of Emily Rose and then who knows what. I've heard mixed reviews on this film - one that it's basically a 2 hour episode of Law & Order and others that say it's worth seeing. Either way, I'll decide for myself. That is, if I don't die of a heart attack first. Did I mention I hate scary movies?

It's kind of stressful wondering when I am going to get a job. I hate not having money. At least I don't have to worry about paying rent or utilities anymore. But, I do have rather large credit card bills. I like to shop - so what? And, student loans. I think I can defer them if I absolutely have to. We'll see how soon I can start substitute teaching. It's not my lifelong career ambition, but it pays pretty well for an in-between job. Except that I'll have to put up with rugrats all day. Did I mention I don't have much patience? Better work on that.

Anyway, gonna go chat with the Daddio before my date (?) comes to pick me up. (It might not be a date ~ I'll report later on that.)

Regulators!

I stayed out way too late last night and was absolutely dreading the alarm clock this morning. However, after pressing snooze (twice), I awoke to the alarm's 3rd attempt at waking me. This time, I had to give in, because the soothing voices of Warren G were summoning me to get my ass out of bed! Whose day can start off bad when the first song you hear is Regulator? I had to laugh...and then roll out of bed.

So, as a good morning to all, I'm posting the lyrics to the song. Happy friday, bitches.

Regulators, we regulate any stealing of his propertyand we damn good too.
But you can't be any geek off the street,
gotta be handy with the steel if you know what I mean, earn your keep!
REGULATORS!!! MOUNT UP!

It was a clear black night, a clear white moon
Warren G was on the streets, trying to consume
some skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk
just rollin in my ride, chillin all alone

Just hit the Eastside of the LBC on a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G.
Seen a car full of girls ain't no need to tweak
all you skirts know what's up with 213

So I hooks a left on the 21 and Lewis
some brothas shootin dice so I said "Let's do this"
I jumped out the ride, and said "What's up?"
some brothas pulled some gats so I said "I'm stuck."

Since these girls peepin me I'm a glide and swerve
these hookers lookin so hard they straight hit the curb
Won'tcha think of better things than some horny tricks
I see my homey and some suckers all in his mix

I'm gettin jacked, I'm breakin myself
I can't believe they taking Warren's wealth
they took my rings, they took my rolex
I looked at the brotha said "Damn, what's next?"

They got my homey hemmed up and they all around
ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound
I gotta come up real quick before they start to clown
I best pull out my strap and lay them busters down

They got guns to my headI think I'm going down
I can't believe this happenin in my own town
If I had wings I could flylet me contemplate
I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate

Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole
Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold
now they droppin and yellin it's a tad bit late
Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate
I laid all them busters downI let my gat explode
now I'm switching my mind back into freak mode
if you want skirts sit back and observe
I just left a gang of those over there on the curb

Now Nate got the freaks and that's a known fact
before I got jacked I was on the same track
back up back up cause it's on
N A T E and methe Warren to the G

Just like I thought they were in the same spot
in need of some desperate help
the Nate Dogg and the G-child were in need of something else
one of them dames was sexy as hell I said "ooo I like your size."
she said "my car's broke down and you seem real nice,would ya let me ride?"
I got a car full of girls and it's going real swell
the next stop is the Eastside Motel

I'm tweaking into a whole new era
G-Funkstep to thisI dare ya
Funkon a whole new level
the rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble

Chords, Strings, We brings Melody
G-Funkwhere rhythm is lifeand life is rhythm

If you know like I know you don't wanna step to this
It's the G-Funk era funked out with a gangsta twist
if you smoke like I smoke then you high like everyday
and if your ass is a buster 213 will regulate

state fair love

Oh, the Illinois State Fair! The only time when mullets, beer bellies, scantily clad pregnant women and tight-rolled jeans come together in harmony. Come one, come all, come cousin Ellie and cousin Ellie's husband's cousin's brother's son. Bring the goat, too. Maybe I'm being too critical ~ I just get a kick out of the people.

I'd like to share with you a few of the things I witnessed. Here goes...

~ A very pregnant girl wearing a Jack Daniel's Tennessee Whiskey shirt
~ Yellow mohawks, argyle socks, sweater vests (ok, ok, the Velvet Revolver concert was last night).
~ Pink Baby Phat shirt that was unnecessarily small and tight.
~ A 70's-80's tribute band all clad in tight leather pants and shiny silver shirts.
~ Old ladies with curly, blond hair extensions. Whaaa?
~ Big belt buckles.
~ Kid-n-Play style flat tops.
~ A bucking bronco. Enough said.

If you, too, would like to witness any of the atrocities I did, the Illinois State Fair is going on through the weekend. Come on, visit Springfield.

My blowdryer has been on the fritz the past few weeks ~ going out while I'm in the middle of drying my hair. However, if I let it cool down for a few minutes then it will start right back up. I guess it must be overheating. Maybe it has something to do with the wiring and fuses in my old house ~ the fuses blow regularly and I have to go out and flip the switch on the fuse box.

Well, this morning might as well have been a Monday, 'cause just as I begin to dry my hair, the mother goes out and this time it won't start back up. Damnit! So, needless to say, it's a funky hair day for me and I have to go out and buy a new blowdryer after work. Sucks! Maybe I can find the same one again. Maybe they'll let me exchange it b/c it is faulty or something.

I actually went to the laundromat last night. I had to take my kittens to the vet ~ another $100. But, afterward, I loaded up my dirties & schlepped everything over to the laundromat. Each time I go into this place it gets worse. I don't mind going to the laundromat ~ I actually like the fact that you can wash all of your clothes at once, then dry them all at once (rather than doing one load at a time at home). It is a much faster and more efficient process. However, people smoke like chimneys at the laundromat. Why the hell would you want your clean clothes to smell like cigarette smoke? I guess smokers can't tell the difference, while I on the other hand can.

So, smokers aside, the place wasn't that busy. I got my 3 washers right next to one another and a chair to sit and read my magazine. Then, I notice a woman in the back with 3 children. One was probably about 1 1/2, the other around 3 and the oldest was possibly 5. They are standing on the counters where you fold your clothes, jumping up and down, yelling, crying, screaming. Their mother, with dreadlocks down to the middle of her back is wearing a bikini top, no shirt. I can't figure out if she is a druggie or just a hippie or possibly both. The children are dirty as can be, the mom is totally spazzed out and she was pretty much in her own little world.

Not only am I dealing with the smokers, but crying children and then I notice a crawling bug resembling a roach. Yuck. I came to the conclusion that last night's laundry experience was a test of sorts. Maybe someone's telling me to have more patience and to be more accepting of other people. Who knows? Either way, I'm not setting my laundry basket on the floor of that laundromat ever again!