Lots new in Chris-Land.

First of all, let me say that after two tense events in our lives, i don't think that me and Zan would ever be able to come up against something that we both can't handle.  She is, and will forever be, the only woman for me.

Second, i hate not being able to sleep at night, especially when i have to get up for work in the morning.  So if anyone can suggest any good meds, it would be much appreciated.

Third, i got my college internship that i've been trying to get for a month, and that i was actually turned down for once at the place where i got in, before being given the number of another guy who got me in.  So i can actually graduate from my community college in December and move onto Towson and bigger and better things i hope.

And lastly, i haven't been posting due to my house computer being badly infected spyware.  We can't do anything on the net without being bombarded with popups.  I come home last night to find my dad cursing loudly at the computer monitor.  Apparently whenever he tried to download any anti-virus software, whatever has our computer by the balls reallizes that we're trying to kill it, and it shuts off the internet.  Its as if it's toying with us, mocking us.  So the choices are to get a new hard drive, or take it out back for and Office Space style beat-down.

Although i must admit seeing my dad scream obcenities, including several f-bombs at an inanitamte object was quite amusing.  I just didn't dare laugh out loud.  Here's hoping for a clean computer soon so i can post more.  Even though nobody comments about anything.

Peace.

Hey kids.

Sorry for that absence.  I meant to put up a post about me going on vacation for about a week, but my sister was controlling the computer as usual.  Hopefully all of you weren't lost without me.

Me, my mom, dad, sis, and Zan went up to Erie PA to visit family and relax from work.  It went pretty well.  Just wish i had more cash to spend and do stuff with.  Being cheap sucks ass.  I don't recommend it to anyone.

Not enough time here to regail you with all the stories, maybe some during the rest of the week.  But we're back, and i'll try to resume regular transmission.  If that works out as planned tho, is anyone's guess.

Peace.

:D :D

Ok, sorry i haven't posted, but my computer at home has been infected with terrible spyware, so now whenever we plug in my modem, we get like 60 billion pop-ups flooding our computer screen.  It's like the greek hydra, because whenever you alt+f4 one of them, two more pop back up in it's place.  And i don't think there's any hercules virus software out there, so we might have to get a new hard drive and move everything over and re-format the first one.  Which needless to say, sucks.

So Zan is back.  YEA!  She had a good time, but is glad to be back up here with me, where she can get away from her family instead of being stuck with them where ever they go.  And of course i'm relieved and overjoyed to have her back.  She's never allowed to be away from me for that long ever again.  Ever!

Tonight her mom made THE best hot wings i've ever tasted, so right now i'm feeling kinda fat.  But it was totally worth it.  I have to start eating better tho.  I was told after a recent dr.'s visit that i had high cholesteral, so i need to stop eating stuff.  Essentially all the good stuff i like and the only stuff i'll eat, because i don't like fruits, vegetables, and seafood.  But alas, what must be done, must be done.

Talk to yous later. 

Ok, you can probably guess as to why i didn't post last night.  Suprise suprise.

Zan comes back sometime in the evening tomorrow, so hopefully tomorrow night's post will be happy and full of joy.

As for today's, or last nights as it should have been, i'm offically not allowed to be retarded.

Explination:  So i'm at work yesterday, and for some reason, i keep bringing pain and suffering onto myself.  I slam my finger in a tote, i bang my head against a wall, twice.  It totaled up to like seven things i did to myself.  And what do my coworkers do?  They sit there and laugh at me.  Which wasn't bad, being as it was funny and i was laughing too.  So i'm eating lunch, and i bang my knee against a file cabinet, and Gail is talking to Amy on the phone, and starts cracking up.  Amy asks what happened, and Gail tells her about my accidents today, to which Amy responds "Tell him he's not allowed to be retarded."  Sadly i still managed to injure myself twice after that remark.  Oh well.  Untill tomorrow kids.

Peace

Ok, i give up.  I want Zan back.  You win, whoever you are, but just give her back.

Alas, my plea will go un answered untill saturday night.  I'm waiting at a light to turn into local ginormous discount chain superstore today and the couple in the car in front of me reach over across the gap in the front seats and start making out.  And it made me sad because i miss doing that, and everything else with Zan.  She called tonight during my show, but it was a brief call because she had to go. *sigh*  But she's having a good time with her family, which is what's important.

I would have posted last night, but again, the experiment gone wrong i have for a sister was doing nothing of importance on the computer and keeping me off of it, so i figured you all could wait till tonight.  Not like anyone is commenting or anything or making a fuss like they care about what i say.

Jess and i went and saw Wedding Crashers the other day, and it was REALLY good.  I highly recommend going and seeing it.  It made me snort uncontrolably twice, so you know it was good.

Other then that i spent a grueling five hours with my crazy grandmother today.  I think one time Zan hit me for making fun of my grandma and laughing at her memory problems and senality.  "Do you want people laughing at you one day when you're like that?"  To which my response was "If it brings as much joy to them as this does, then of course.  I love making people laugh and smile, even if it's at my expence.  So what better legacy can i leave then one of joy and laughter, even if it's at my expence and i don't know why i'm doing it."  That's deep shit right there, of the deep thought kind i mean, not like trouble...whatever....

THE SOUTH WILL RISE AGAIN!

Sorry i haven't posted, didn't have internet last night, but we're cool now.

Zan and family left yesterday for florida, and i only had a couple texts from her today.  And i'm suprisingly ok.  We'll see if i can keep my wits about me for the rest if the week tho.

Went and saw Madagasgar tonight, and it was funny and cute.  The best parts were the penguins.  Like british pow's, they kept escaping from everywhere, and taking out humans one after another.  I must find me some.

Oh, and ashley is now the supreme ruler of all the universe.  So you should probably visit her at her site *end shameless plug*.  But she has allowed me to keep my position as dark lord of hot pockets.  So all previous royal orders and offical mandates still stand as binding and legal.  Take that Barbera Streisand.

Peace.

Just doing my radio show here tonight.  Not too much else to report, just work and wishing Zan didn't have to leave for a week.  *Tear*  Oh well, i'll be strong.

Anywho, i'm up here in the broadcast studio all alone, and i happen to be playing "Girls Just Want To Have Fun" by Cindy Lauper.  And i'm not ashamed to say i was jamming along and enjoying myself, believing to be the only one in the building at the time.  Then i turn arround to see the on-air controll board, and i see something moving out of the corner of my eye.  I look to my left out the window that looks into the hallway, and i see an old, short man waving at me smiling.  For a second i don't recognize it and i think some manical killer has escaped his minimum security nursing home.  Then logic kicks back in and i realize it's the minimum security guard closing up the building.  I wave and he walks off to go watch his black and white tv, eat doughnuts and do whatever other security guard cliches i can't think of.

But still, to be caught off guard rocking out to Cindy Lauper in 2005.  That's quite the compromising position wouldn't you say?  It's a damn good thing i have little shame, otherwise i could be in deep trouble.

Peace!

So i'm home from a three day vacation for a day, and already my list of things to do tomorrow consists of Cleaning the entire house top to bottom in a day.  My mom finds out i'm off work and piles all the housework on me, because she can.  I guess she gets some sadistic pleasure from watching her own offspring suffer.  I'm not gonna even start on the crazy shit she pulls on my sister.

And speaking of crazy mom's, we counted today and Zan's mom called her a total of 8 times over our three day vacation.  The woman can't get it through her head that her child is almost a fully legal 21-year old, and that she can handle herself fine.  When Zan confronted her, her mom's main defence was "But you're my daughter".  As if an ungodly ammount of overprotection can be justified by those three words and one contraction.  Apparently tho, i'm the cause of all the vacation phone calls, because this was Zan's first trip away "with a boy".  Oh god, sound the alarms.  And it's not like the woman doesn't know what's going on.  She pried the admission out of her daughter, and there's not much she can do to stop it.  So i think she's just being annoying and pissy just for the sheer sake of making our relationship that much more problematic.

Why couldn't we have had more down to earth parrents.  Or at least crazy ones that had more money?

Peace.

:D :D :D

Well, i'm back.  I'd say it's good to be back, but then i'd be lying.  I would have posted last night when we got back, but as you could probably guess, my sister was again sealed to the computer.

So i have recently returned from a three day trek with Zan to Pittsburg and other parts of southwestern Pennsylvania.  And was it amazing.  Not only was it a lot of fun, barring all the wrong turns and getting lost, but it made me long for the day in the future when we can live together and not be seperated by all this family bullshit.  I just regret comming home, and the fact that on friday she's leaving for a family vacation to florida, and i will be without her for a whole week.

:cry:

That, and after three days of eating out at great places, and piging out on theme park food, i come home to find two weeks worth of easy-mac.  Sigh.

But you want to hear less whining and more amusing anicdotes, so here they are.

We're standing in line for a rollercoaster, with Zan ahead of me.  I'm looking out at the coaster going by to my right, and i put my left hand down on the lean bar, where i thought Zan's hand was.  I was deeply mistaken.  I hear a large man's voice go "Hey, what are you trying to do?". I look over and to my horror there is my hand on top of another hand, that belongs to a man about 6 inches and 75lbs. worth of muscle bigger then me.  I quickly pull my hand back, and the man says "Don't try to hold hands with me pal.  I ain't your girlfriend."  He starts chuckling and puts a smile on, and thankfully the line moves forward and i can escape.  I lower my head and mutter to myself "I'm keeping my hands in my pockets the rest of the day".  Zan laughs at me.

We're in another line, and there are a group of kids ahead of us, probably arround our age.  The park we're at has a no smoking in line policy, but apparently one of these guys didn't care.  So he's smoking in line, and we're coughing behind him and he still doesn't get the hint.  Eventally he finishes and we move forward in line.  When we stop, we are underneath the track for a water ride, and there are water drops dripping down from the track.  Zan and i hear the smoking guy ask "Are we under a water ride?"  Had i not feared for my own saftey, and had there been an escape route, i would have liked to reply "No, that's the sewer pipes.  You're getting urine dripped on you, dumbass."

We're in a resturant the next moring, waiting to be seated for breakfast.  A small boy probably two looks up at Zan, smiles, and proclaims "Hi".  Zan, who loves kids, and always plays along, smiles and returns the greeting.  We get seated, and are eating about a half hour later, when the boy and his mom pass us on the way to the bathrooms.  Again, the boy looks up at Zan, smiles and says "Hi".  His mom smiles at us as if to forgive her son interupting us, and sheppards him into the lady's room.  Five minutes later, the door opens, and boy and mom come out.  Again, the boy comes over to Zan, looks up at her, and smiles.  But this time, with an air of confidence in his voice, he proclaims "Pee Pee".  I thought Zan was going to snort scrambled egg out of her noise she was laughing so hard.  The boy's mom keeps trying to corrall him back to the table, but he's still smiling, and shouting his acomplishment at a level that is inapropriate but hillarious in a resturant.

Ok, there's the three best stories from the trip.  Hopefully they weren't too long, and i hope you enjoyed them.  I'm not on vacation again till the 20th of this month, so i'll be here, with more interesting events and stories till then.

Peace.

:D

Ok, weird story that is actually totally true.  I would have posted it last night, but i figured i'd save it for tonight.

Last night after i finished up my radio show at about midnight, i drive home the way i normally do.  Then all of a sudden i come over a hill, and a large van is on the side of the road, the front drivers side door is open and the interior lights are on.  And it looks as if there is stuff spilled all over the road.  I think, mabye it was an accident.  So i put on my hazards and pull over to the side of the road to investigate, because i'm a concerned citizen and i care about people.

So i walk over, and the girl, probably my age, in her early twenties or late teens is crying in the drivers seat, smoking a cigarette, and crying.  I ask if everything is fine, she says it is.  I ask if she's hurt and needs an ambulance.  She says she's fine.  I ask if there's anyone else, she says she's the only person.  I ask what happened, and she points to the huge rock wedged underneath her front end.  This was a big rock, dunno how big exactly.  It looked about the size of my 22in. tv, so if i had to wager a guess, i'd say about 22 inches.  She said it was in the middle of the road and she didn't see it untill it was too late.  It try to comfort her, tell her that she's ok, and everything will be fine.

Then the tears kick in full gear.  She says this isn't even her car, it's her mom's, and it is now the fourth car she's wrecked in three months.  I have no response to this.  She looks up, and thanks me for stopping.  She said i was the only one who stopped to see if she was ok, and no one else had even slowed down or yelled out the window.  She said her mom and the police were on their way.  I said that i'd stay with her untill they did, i just have to move my car.

So i pull my car further off the road, and shut it off, the go back to the girl.  She's arguing with some one on her cell phone, and she's outside the car looking for something.  She sounds upset still, and she gets done with the person on the phone, and continues to fret, still looking for something, muttering "I need to find the one thing that can save me."

So, i ask if there's anything i can do to help.  She looks at me and says she has two bags of weed stashed in the car, and she needs to find them before the cops arrive.  So i ask if there's a flashlight, she gives me one, and we proceed to look for her lost marajuanna.

So to recap, it's about 12:15 in the morning, i'm on the side of the road with a complete stranger, looking through her wrecked car for her two bags of weed before the cops come.  I'll let that all sink in for a second.  Yeah, weird shit huh?

So we search for a couple minutes and then the cops show up.  Not just one, but two crusiers appear and the officers start to question the girl.  They ask me if i saw anything, and i just state that i was driving by and i saw the accident and stopped to see if anyone was hurt.  They said they had everything under controll and that i could leave.  I say goodbye to the girl, she says thanks, and i appologize for not being able to help more.  Then i get in my car and drive away.

You'd think the cops would have gotten my name and number in case of anything.  I figure mabye they got my plate number as i drove away, but i dunno.  At any rate, if they ask me anything about drugs, i will deny it, because that girl sounded like she had enough problems without getting busted for posession.  I just wish some one had been kind enough to stop and help me when i had my accident, and when my car died.  You'd think people would be a bit more concerned with the lives of their fellow man.  So next time mabye you guys will stop and see if you can help out someone in need.

Sorry not too much humor today, but i thought it would be a cool story to share.  And hopefully mabye you learned something too.  can you say defensive driving?  Good, i knew you could.

No posts till sunday, i'm on vacation in pittsburg BITCHES!

Peace!

God, was i ever bored today.  I had nothing to do, all fucking day.  So what did i do?  Laundry, play video games, watch a video i rented from Crazy Tim forever ago, and pig out.  I ate a whole fucking bag of Gardettos.  I'm so out of shape.

But that's why i excercise.

And weather was werid today.  I've seen blue, black, grey, and even green skies.  Btw, green skies means run, because that's tornado colors.  But today i saw yellow skies, and i've never seen yellow before.  I was confused, and quite afraid.  The weather has been all kinds of funky lately.  Hopefully that doesn't mean the o-zone has finnaly given way, and soon we'll be subject to all kinds of solar pollution, and aliens with bad taste in music.

Peace out!

:D

Signed up for classes today.

Or tried to.  I got three out of the four i need.  Hopefully the fourth will be taken care of in a little while.  Because of my internship application, i needed to wait till i could get one to register.  So of course most of the good classes are taken.  So one of my courses is African American Lit.  Not that i have any problem with the class.  I just fear being the only white guy there.  But i grew up in the hood, so i should be ok.

Don't expect too much tomorrow.  I think it's going to be a pretty boring, ho-hum kinda day.  Peace.

I needed to turn in an resume by e-mail to a local radio station to apply for a fall internship.  So on thursday, i e-mailed a draft to my teacher, to have him proof-read it.  And i asked him to have it back to me by saturday so i could re-work it on saturday and sunday, and have it e-mailed sunday night so they could have it for their meeting this morning.

So i got the e-mail about 10 minutes ago.  And apparently there was a lot wrong with it.  I didn't read everything, but that's the impression i got.

So i'm a little ticked, and worried about this.  I need an internship to graduate from my little community college.

*sigh*

I wish i could recant some of the funny stuff that went down at Crazy Tim's tonight.  But alas, some things are not meant to be repeated.  Just never, EVER buy a magazene called "Bizarre".  It is the most utterly disgusting, disturbing stuff i have seen.  And i've seen a lot, and normally i'm very tollerant of stuff.  But this was just nuts.  Ok, till tomorrow.

Peace.

:D

Finally, my pasta craving fufilled.

Anywho.  Zan and her family had me and my family and my Nana (my dad's mom) over for dinner.  And nana must have gone senile in the past couple of weeks, because she was functioning rather normally before.

So i meet my family outside my nana's condo bulilding.  I walk over to the car and my sister is in the back seat, along with my mom, looking rather surly.  My dad was getting my nana from her condo.  I play the concerned child and ask mom what's wrong.  She says my nana was planning on bringing a pinapple over as a gift to Zan's mom.  My mom sugested that mabye we stop by the store and get flowers.  It would be more "traditional".  So she was hoping that my dad would bring her down and she wouldn't have a pinapple with her.  So the door opens and out come the three of them.

Dad, Nana, and her Pinapple.  I couldn't help myself, i had to do it.  I walk up to nana.

"Hey, that's a nice looking pinapple."

Nana: "Yeah, i'm going to give it to Zan's mom.  As a gift."

"Well wouldn't you rather get her something more traditional.  Like, say, um, flowers?"

"No, this is traditional.  It's Hawian tradition.  It represents hospitality."

So i go to tell this to my mom.  To which she replies:

"Tradition.  Bah.  She's not Hawian.  She's just stupid."

It would be better if i could put in the dry hatred inflections that my mom had.  It would make it so much better.

And apparently, at work i missed a woman without pants, and my co-workers failed to inform me of these events.  So ash, when do i get to hear the story? Huh?

Peace out.

Yet again, i come home to find my sister hogging the computer like it was the last quart of ben and jerry's.

So not too much yesterday, work, hanging out with Zan, and seeing my sister's play.  It was pretty good.  Any play that is short handed on actors and decides to replace a part with a cookie monster puppet is ok in my book.

Random happening:

I'm at work, stocking shelves, listening to a halfway decent song that came on the Muzak (god how i hate muzak.  But that's for another time.) and i'm singing along to myself.  Then whatever song it was gets to the chorus, and i hear this high-pitched falsetto voice that is not in the original song.  So i slowly turn arround, acting as if i'm still working, and this large, balding middle-aged man is standing in the next isle, looking at Vitamin B supplements, and singing in this high falsetto.  Well, i dunno if you or i could call it singing.  I don't know who told this guy he should sing in this high pitched voice, but it wasn't working.  Actually, no body probably told him to sing in that voice, he probably decided himself it would be cool, and nobody had the heart to tell him otherwise.

God help him if he ever runs into Simon Cowell.

Hey, thanks for viewing my blog everyone.  It's been viewed over one thousand times since i started it, um, i dunno how long ago.  And i'm too lazy to look.  And damn that's a big spider.

Not too much to report today.  Just waiting.  One more week.  Which can't go by fast enough.  *sigh*

I've got work tomorrow. *blech*  But that probably means i'll have a good story, and or rant for here tomorrow.  And i get paid.  So i guess it all works out.

First of all, my girlfriend is nuts sometimes.  Not that it's a bad thing, or that i'm complaining.  I just thought you should know that she is well equiped to keep up with me and my madness.

She works outside, cleaning kennels at a dog kennel...place.  So she usually powerwashes the cages (while the dogs are else where.  ACPCA don't write letters), and lately she's been getting bit up by the misquitos.  Well yesterday she finally found where they have been living.  In the holes between the boards on the outside of the building.    So she told me she went along spraying water into the holes, and watched the dead bugs come washing out, screaming "Take that fuckers!" at the top of her lungs.  She said that when she was done "I looked down at all i had done, and all the dead bugs looked like it was a battlefield.  And i stood over them victiorious."

Then today i'm driving, and she's in the passenger seat, we've got both windows down, and we're talking about today.  Then we get passed by a large 18-wheeler semi-tractor trailer.  He must have been shifting gears as he passed or something, because a loud noise came from his engine that interupted Zan's story.  So instead of wating for the truck to pass, she sticks her head out the window, and says in her New York accent that only comes out when she's really mad "Hey fucker.  Shut the hell up, i'm trying to talk here!"  and she mutters under her breath as she sits back down "Bastard, interupting my conversation.  Where does he get off."

Sure she's crazy, but i do love her so.  I just can't wait for the 29th so we can finally get a vacation and have some time alone.

Peace bitches.

Sorry i didn't post yesterday.  Sister *grumble grumble*.

Not much to say beyond that.  I just put a comment on Ashley's site: http://www.lucid-star.net" title="http://www.lucid-star.net" target="_blank"http://www.lucid-star.net and figured it was good enough to be re-printed here, so for your viewing pleasure, my rant on the stupid things stupid people do when they come into my work...stupidly.

You have a nice list started, but let me add a thing or three.
First, if you go into a store, and they have something you're supposed to sue there, for instance, a discound card, it would be of the utmost intelligence to get it out and ready for the over-worked, over-stressed, under-paid employees when they come to the counter.  Especially if you've been waiting behind someone else for a minute or two.  You've had the time, and you know what store you're in.  Do the simple thought process, and take out your card so you don't waste people's time while you search through your black hole of a purse/wallet.
Second, LEARN TO READ!  The illiteracy rate in this country is staggering if the ammount of people who come in our store are any indication.  They either can't figure out what these strange jumbles of dots, lines and curves mean, or they choose to ignore them, and substitute in their own words and numbers to satisfy whatever screwed up little fantasy world they live in.  Check dates on sale signs people.  If the sign is from two weeks ago, that might be why it doesn't come up on sale.  Cut us some slack, we all are human.  If you had to take down several hundred little signs every week, i'm sure you'd miss one or two as well.  And if the sign at the register says ring the bell once, obey the sign.  It was put there for a reason.  Namely to protect you from our rath when some idiot decides to play bach's minuet with our bell, because we DESPISE that noise, but we understand it to be a necessary evil, and can tollerate it when it is rung BUT ONLY ONCE!  Plus, if there's a sign that says ring bell for service, don't just stand there, looking stupidly arround for a cashier, like we can read minds and know when you're standing there.  And if you don't ring the bell, don't act llike i've been waisting your time because you were standing there for five minutes before you were helped.  And if there are times on the front window for the pharmacy, and over every single isle, it would be in your best interest to read those as well.  Because we tend to get annoyed when you come in when the pharmacy is closed, and ask for your perscription.  Because it means not only that you can't read, but that you can't see, because there are GIANT METAL GATES in front of the fucking pharmacy.  And unless you have some sort of potion that allows me to walk through walls, i think you're gonna have to wait till it opens at 10, just like everyone else.

*pant pant pant*

Ok, i think i'm done.  I think i'm better now.  Thanks ash, i needed that.

And that's it.  Till later, peace.

:(

So i've gt this pasta at home, and it's the best pasta ever.  It's my favorite, and i never get tired of having it.  But it's not the easiest thing to make.  I also have a lot of easy mac at the house.  Lately, i've been wanting to have the pasta, but things have been getting in the way of allowing me to make it.  So several times i've had to settle for the easy mac.  I have nothing against easy mac.  It's fine, but it doesn't stand up in comparison to the pasta.  It fills me up, but while i'm eating it, i can't help but think about the pasta, and how much i'd rather be having that.  Does this cheapen the easy mac, and is it even worth making if i can't really enjoy it?

God, i need to stop watching the food channel late at night, makes me crazy.

Peace.

So I joined Zan and her family at generic chinese buffet tonight, and we're sitting at the table, and they give us the chopsticks.  So we open them up and use them, and i get bored midway throught my house special chicken (i swear it was just terraki [god, i'm sorry i can't spell worth a damn] chicken, but oh well) and my tater sticks (french fries) and i start reading the wrapper to the chopsticks.  You have to love bad japanese/chinese to english translations.  What follows is the EXACT, word for word, puncutation correct copy of the front of the chopsticks package:

Welcome to Chinese Restaurant.
Please try your Nice Chinese Food With Chopsticks
the traditional and typical of Chinese glorious history.
and cultural

It doesn't get much better then that.

And Charlie and the Chocolate factory TOTALLY RULED!  Tim Burton=genus.  Johnny Depp=totally hot genus (i'm not gay, but if i had to be, it would only be for Johnny Depp).  Plus, in September, Tim has another clamation movie comming out with Johnny in the lead voice.  It's called Corpse Bride, and it looks to be better then Nightmare Before Christmas, only due to advancements in film and special effects since Nightmare.  Plus, Wallace and Grommit have a movie comming out soon!  It's gonna be a big year for claymation.  The plucky little bastard son of animation is making a comeback!  Just you wait and see.   Mark my words.

Well go ahead then! Mark them!

Peace.

:D

Yeah, chris got to see his Zan, and spend lots of good time with her, and it was good times.  Sorry i didn't post yesterday, but i got home LATE last night. *wink wink*

Yesterday was good, and today has been good as well.  I went back to work after a 4 day hiatius, which was much needed, trust me.  And today everyone had all kinds of dirty thoughts in their heads today.  That's everyday, but more so today.  It was fun, talking about all kinds of dirty and nasty things, and keeping it from the customers.

Then i get home, and me and Zan are talkingt to my sister, and i see she has a skull and crossbones keychain with her keys.  This isn't such a bad thing, but it was covered in rhinestones.

WTF?!?!

So i say, what is this from?  Like a gay pirate?  So then i do my gay pirate impression.  Walk the plank you silly goose.  That eyepatch is soooo not matching your pegleg.  Here, have your bird wear this gucci designer outfit, it's so cute!  And for those of you who know me personally, you know how well i can feign gay.  Needless to say my sister and Zan were in hysterics.  I rock.

I will post tomorrow night.  Peace.

Ok, so i'm sitting here doing my radio show.

An aside here for a second.  I do a three hour 80's show every wenesday night on the college station.  91.1FM for those in Maryland, northern Virginia, Deleware, and southern Pennsylvania.  For the rest of you, you can hear it on the web at www.whfc911.org wenesdays at 9pm eastern time (you crazy mountain heads).  *end shameless self plug*

So i'm here alone in the studio doing my show, and the old, must be in his 70's at LEAST, security guard comes in to check on me.  And he tells me to call them when i leave so they can lock the door, because, and now i'm quoting:

"Cherryl, you know, the colored girl. She's here tonight."

God, didn't that word end with, like, the 70's?  Some people just can't let go.  That whole idea of "the good old days". I guess.  I was shocked, and i would have said something to him, but i don't think he likes me to begin with.  Mabye it's with the mock salutes i give him, mocking his imagined "power" over the campus.  I think i'm gonna come back and cause some ruckus after i transfer out, just cause they won't be able to catch me, the doughnut eating, assisted-living bastards.

*change camera* In other news, Zan's mom continues on her Warpath, keeping her from me for the better part of the day.  But triumph, for i was able to sneak my way into dinner.  Muh hahahahaha, i have the last laugh!  She seemed better after dinner, hopefully she'll go back to being nice/semi-nice again.

And what happened to people putting up comments?  Huh?  If i don't think anyone's reading, i'm libel to stop writing.  Or at least sob a bit and think that no one likes me.  Cause i'm ugly.  And smell.  But you wouldn't know about that, because it doesn't come through the monitor.  I'll stop now.

Peace.

:cry:

Chris is very sad, because he didn't get to see his Zan toady.  Apparently her mom just decided to be a bitch for no good reason and forbid her to leave the house once she got home from work.  And if she didn't want Zan leaving, then we were sure she wouldn't be happy seeing me at the house.  So i hung out with my friend carl for a bit.

Then i realized that i had made a stupid purchase for the geek game that i play.  I spent $22 on a robot (for lack of a term you would understand in refrence to my game) that can't be used with my guys.  I'm such a moron.  Luckily carl said he would buy it from me.  But it was a really cool piece, and i wanted to use it.  But alas.  Not much else, just sad that there was no Zan today.

But tomorrow is another day.  Peace.

So yeah, i was gonna update last night, but my sister was hogging the computer.  Again.  This is becoming too much of a regular occurrence for my liking.  I was away from the house all fucking day, and i come home at quarter to midnight, and she feels the need to sit on the computer and do nothing as i helplessly search for something to watch on tv, hoping she gets the hint this time.  But she doesn't.

And it's not as if she even does anything productive.  She just floats along the internet, not looking for anything in particular, and continously checking back to see if her favorite site has been updated yet.  Stupid bitch.

So i had something funny to say, but since i slept before being able to get on the computer, i have since lost it.  It's forever gone, never to return, all thanks to my sister.  So everybody make sure you thank her next time you see her.  And use that special one finger wave you were taught in school.

Peace (and hate)