Comment and I'll give you a letter. Then post a journal naming ten things you like that begin with that letter.

Kelly game me G!

1.  Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett
2.  Games
3.  Genuineness
4.  Girlfriends (platonic)
5.  Giggles
6.  Guy Ritchie movies
7.  Gingerbread
8.  Gilmore Girls
9.  George Orwell
10.  Gershwin Hotel, NYC

I've been out a lot lately. 

,,.for me this is huge.  I used to always be the social butterfly.  Always out, always with friends, always having fun.  

...the past five years have been...difficult.  I've seriously regressed into this shell of...solitude.  Of silence. 

Not good at all. 

But lately.  I've been seeing my old self.  I feel more like me than I have in ages.  

I am NOT quiet.  I am NOT scared.  But i had  hidden in myself for so long that I no longer knew how to be be in my own SKIN.  

Thanks to some amazing people (First and foremost, Sister!)  I can say what's on my mind, I can address my fears.  I can be be FIERCE!
You have no idea how cathartic this is. 

I may be slightly going overboard...out at all times of the night, week.  But really.  Just being out and ....carefree...to an extent.  Makes me feel so filled...so FULfilled...so COMFORTED.  So actually SAFE.  And STRONG.  

This may seem non-sense making.  Which is understandable.  I've had quite a bit to drink for a Wednesday night.  (^_^)  But please be assured.  I mean every word.  

...I haven't been this happy in a long, long time. 

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Silliness inspires votes!

So I return from New York City with a much heavier suitcase and a crappy, crappy cold.  I started feel slightly bad Saturday night, but the cold didn’t really hit me until Sunday.  The day that my sister and I greatly misjudged the distance to Central Park.  It wasn’t just a few blocks away, as we so mistakenly thought.  No.  It was TWENTY FREAKING PLUS BLOCKS AWAY.  Not fun when you’re feeling like you might pass out.  And then we get to Central Park and get LOST FOREVER looking for the Alice in Wonderland statue.  I normally would love to trek all over the city and get lost in Central Park, but Dude.  Did I mention my lack of ability to stay conscious?  Not that I actually passed out.  Though had we wandered around for much longer I would have.  Despite my cold-having-ness, NYC was a FANTAB trip!  Of which I will post more on later.  For now, I just wanted to complain about being sick (cause I’m a total baby and that’s what we do) and explain that despite said sickness I am in immensely high spirits.  (^_^)  Why am I in such a good mood?  I will tell you why!

 

List of Happinesses for a Sick Dancing Cactoid:

 

1. Having the bestest Sister EVER with whom I can take AWESOME trips to NYC!
2. The greatest Dad EVER who very recently informed me that….
3. A DISCOUNT SHOE WAREHOUSE opened in my area!  FINALLY!!
   1. Don’t worry folks…an entire ODE TO DSW will be posted later so that you may feel the MULTITUDINOUS JOY in my SOUL!
4. Homemade Chicken and Rice soup made especially for this sick Dancing Cactoid
   1. Though I was made to promise that I’d share with Sister…
5. Super adorable gorgeous guy cuddles <3
   1. Always makes things better
6. Crazy politically minded friends to watch the VP Debate with!

 

That’s right, Life is Good.  (^_^)

 

*COUGH COUGH*

 

*sniffle*

 

Is anyone is watching the Presidential Debate on Friday night?  I won't be able to catch it, but really want to see it.  If someone could tape it for me that would totally rock my currently non-existent socks!  I'm sure my sis would appreciate it too, as she will also be unable to watch it.  MWA hA HA AH HA!!!!  Hehehe....   Sorry, a little left over bit of birthweek evil surprise plannage going on. (^_^)  Someone (being my sister) is completely unawares of why she will be unable to watch the debate.  MWA AH!!  I'm so evils!  >:-)

Anyway...back to the point.  I know some of yous are politically minded.  Please help a voter out!

(ganked from natastic  )

Not the best video, but the audio is AWESOME SAUCE!

Some of my favorite things:

~ The beginning of a smile on my lips

~ The taste of sweat off of a crush's neck

~ The peaceful delirium that hits right before sleep

~ The comfort, warmth, and safety of a hug from my Dad

~ Laughing hysterically with my Sister

Welcome to my first LJ cut!  At least I hope so....never done one before so I'm not quite sure if I'm doing it correctly...

Please be warned...I'm quite the loquacious lobster.  (^_^)

*Showers*

*Hop out of tub, put hair in towel*

*Brush teeth*

*Debates between Hair Gel or Mousse*

Sudden Revelation:

"Dude. Did I rinse the conditioner out of my hair??"

"Eeks!"

*Hop back in shower*

I can't tell if this foreshadows my day as all silly nilly or just full of "Oy with the poodles already."

Crazy dream:

Sold into slavery somewhere in the middle east. But I'm an older woman. Slightly past middle aged. Not quite traditional clothing, but very similar. Think Angelina Jolie when she visits the middle east. In order to prove myself worth keeping, I'm sent on a mission to pick up the children from school, drop them off, then venture back out to find food or water. Unfortunately, husband doesn't know where the school is and we're located in the middle of the desert. So, I have to go wander, sans supplies, until I can find them.

I get my trek on and suddenly I'm a younger man, early twenties. A hot girl appears who flirts with me to convince me to help her dig the deeper well (Whoa...even my dreams reference Buffy. Whedon is my God). I'm in a narrow tunnel helping to pull a horse attached to a plow of some sort, while the brother of the hot chick is riding on the back of the plow. By the time we're done I can tell it's becoming night, though oddly when I get out of the tunnel it's still light outside.

I wander some more and am again the over middle aged lady. I get to a massive building. Somewhat temple like. There is a giant room in the center and all around it are tons and tons of pillars. I go in and know that I'm not supposed to be there. Then I realize that husband and a bunch of people are entering the temple and I have to run away. I run out the front door and overhear the group having an important discussion. I try to eaves drop by hiding behind a woman walking up to listen. The woman is a girl I went to high school with, but she's extra tall and large so that I can hide behind her (apparently people's size changes to fit my needs in my dreams o_O). After the delegation is over I'm suddenly allowed in and I meet with a doctor who gives me a diamond encrusted plushie bunny rabbit, which she secretly signals to me is filled with the insulin my little daughter needs (suddenly I'm a mom). I thank the doctor and turn to leave and my husband comes up to me and gives me a box of necessary supplies (I can't quite remember what) and tells me that because I threw out the gun he had given me, I'm getting rewarded (I don't remember this happening earlier in the dream so either I forgot or it's just a crazy dream memory). I turn to leave and start to continue on my journey.

Suddenly I'm at a gala in my husbands house and all the guests are begging me to sing my song. I start to sing "Let's Call the Whole Thing Off." Apparently I feel very strongly about how I say tomato (TOH-may-toh). Then, this older Sean Connery looking guy is chasing me around the room because my singing is so alluring (o_O....so NOT true). He runs past me and I swing on the chandelier and kick him in the back and in the butt with my very cute low heeled brown shoes with cut out holes to showing pink material underneath (these shoes really exist and I loves them!). He tells me he didn't like being kicked in the back, but almost liked being kicked in the butt. @_@

There endeth the dream.

I'm officially on board the James Blunt Train.

Well.

I've just become a little too familiar with one of my customers.

Here's the story, kids:

I'm doing my waitressly duties and clearing off a table. I'm taking dirty dishes back to be washed and my route leads me past one of my last tables. I figure I'll stop to check on them and try to gently shoo them out since it is now after closing. As I'm walking up to the table one of my customers starts taking his shirt off. This is actually not unusual since a little while before he had walked shirtless around the dining room to win a bet against his roomate (the payoff being a free meal). I start to say, "Hey now, not again," in a nice friendly manner. Shirtlessness not being a huge deal and all, especially considering the abs on this man. However, before I can get half way through my sentence my customer starts taking down his pants and is standing there in his tightie whities. I shout, "HEY NO! PUT YOUR PANTS BACK ON!" But before I can even finish that sentence, down go the tightie whities.

My face flushes and hand shielding my eyes I utter, "Oh my FUCKING GOD."

He tears out of the pub, and I turn just in time to see his milky white buttocks jaunting out the door.

His shirt, pants, and underwear left behind. Strewn across the pub's dining room floor.

Now, don't get me wrong folks. I am ALL about happy naked men. Especially with the abs and juicy backside of this particular customer (not juicy as in leaking, juicy as in squeezable peach). But there is a time and place people! The pub is my place of employment. It is not where I want to be seeing naked men. Or women for that matter. If I did want to see random naked men with various parts of their anatomy flopping around all willy nilly at my job, I'd work at a strip club. Or direct porn or something.

Oy. (o_O)

So, moral of the story children: Seeing your naked ass is not a sufficient tip for your waitress. Please, if you're going to strip down after eating, eat at home. Or it least leave an extra ten dollars to make up for leaving your undies on my dining room floor. And if you really must shed your attire in public, make sure your worth seeing. (^_^)

Eeeee! Must see! (^_^)

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I can't sleep.

A couple hours a night is all I've been getting lately. This may suffice for some, but without the usual ten or more hours a night a cactoid can't dance! Each night, it's taking me longer and longer to fall asleep and when I finally do it's the antithesis of restful. My wicked bad nightmares decided they missed me and have come back. With a bunch of nightmare minions so that the scary is extra potent.

Here is my dream from last night:

Me and a group of friends are going into one of our apts. And we get to the bedroom and there is a creepy snake monster human hybrid guy (and the dream does the shifty thing where suddenly it's his place that we're breaking into to get important information). We attack him and knock him out and he's lying face down on the carpet when we realize that something he just said didn't quite add up and notice there is a seam running down his back. We pry apart the seam and rip off the costume skin and underneath there is a ashen man with a gaunt face. His laughter is nauseating and he threatens us and there is something crazy not right about him. I kick him and his neck breaks and body twists and he lays there on the floor gurgling blood until he dies. But even though he's dead he won't stop talking. He's saying crazy shit that makes no sense and is speaking a mile a minute and the speed of his speech is setting me on edge and my control is just slipping. The more he talks the less cohesive my thought process is. His eye pops out of its socket and pulses strangely squirting blood and his body continues to twitch, twist, and contort until finally I take a pen and repeatedly stab him in the face. My friends go to the bathroom where his fiance and daughter are hiding to question her for the information we need. And I'm just there, stabbing the guy in his face. And the girls are in the bathroom screaming and crying and they won't tell us what we need to know so I take a picture of the guy's fiance into the bathroom and stab it into the wall with the same pen I used to stab him. But then suddenly I know something is wrong and walk back to the bedroom and find the guy missing. And automatically I know. They're coming for us. We have to run away. But I'm wearing flip flops and there's evidence everywhere and suddenly I realize that we're in the YMCA and fat people are at the door and the only way out is through the window.

Crazy right? And they're always the dreams that you just feel completely, you know? Everything's so real and wicked vivid. Blargh. I also dreamt about training to be a cook at the Pizza Pub, but that one is the one all hazey and vague.

Stupid nightmares...

I'm desperate for sleep. I should try taking tylenol pm or something but hate taking sleepy drugs.

He he... I just pictured pills that are all tired and yawny. Stretching before they fall into a peaceful snoresome sleep. He he he....that was a happy moment!

Well, at least my crazy lack of sleep has produced something full of squish!

I almost want to get a tattoo. Almost. Which for me is like Tammy Faye Baker saying, "I almost don't want to wear make-up today." It's intense.

I went shopping today. New kick ass belt from Hot Topic, clothing from Kohl's, and books...from (eERF...) Barnes & Nobles. It's hard to even type.

I am Brutus.

But seriously, Independent Bookstores across the Nation, there aren't anymore full line independent bookstores in the area. I can't always drive to Ann Arbor for my book shopping... I know! These excuses are meaningless. Et tu, me? ...but I did get some happy new books! (^_^) Lolita, by Nabakov; Leftovers, by Weiss; and East of Eden, by Steinbeck.

Ah, Steinbeck. My Dear John. We have a tumultuous relationship, John and I. I fall in love with each book of his I read. Each sentence he writes casts me further into this maddening love affair. Each word further solidifies my devotion to his worlds, to him. I am willingly enslaved by its simple modest beauty. It's love, innocent and pure. Until I get to the page where he bends me over and fucks me up the ass without even having the least bit of decency to let me take my pants off first.

Every Steinbeck, without fail, is the saddest story in the world. I really don't know how he does it. It used to infuriate me. (And still does a bit) But then I realized, after my epiphany of a purchase today, that Steinbeck and I are kindred souls. All the stories I long to write, all the ideas in my happy little Chris (Tina) head, are heartbreaking. I love the bittersweet. There's so much beauty in sadness and desperation. We get so focused on the good...needing it, wanting it...we miss the glory of the bad.

So back to my wanting to get a tattoo. (Which was the catalyst of my light bulb) In the beginning of the book there was an explanation of Steinbeck's personal "logo." A flying pig. He saw himself as "a lumbering soul but trying to fly." I get that. I feel that. And his motto, Ad Astra Per Alia Porci (Latin) translates "To the stars on the wings of a pig," is so fundamentally me, that I have a strong yearning to almost get a tattoo.

If I believed in reincarnation or any sort of fate-y religious deal after life, I would totally think that I have a bit of his soul. It's nice to think anyways, even if I don't truly believe it. (^_^) I am a Pig after all. I wonder what year Stein-y was born. Maybe he is, too. (^__^)

Oink Oink!

*flap flap*

First post in 57 weeks...I'm a bit tardy. And I never finished my birthweek post, and I have yet to start this year's birthweek post. But I'm feeling all introspective-y and have a yen to write. I've been working a bit on some story ideas I've had. It feels good. Squishy and bursting like. Not the ate far too many burritos squishy and bursting out of various orifices feeling, but the creating something new and feeling an odd peace and explosion all at once kind of squishy and bursting. I dig it.

I've been crazy exhausted lately, too. Stupid restaurant biz. I dislike wasting all my patience on ridiculously drunk people that say horrendously inappropriate things. Looking for a new job is on my priority list. I'm also emotionally exhausted. Stupid romantical biz. I dislike wasting all my patience and shmoopsiness on ridiculously immature boys that say horrendously hurtful things. But at least it's over and the moving on has begun. The plus side of an ex being a dick-nob is that you waste a lot less time being sad and quickly move on to the anger portion, thus getting over the dil-weed sooner. Oh yeah.

Break-ups tend to make me feel adventurous. I get this rush of intense needing to live life crazily. Not crazily like shaving my head and starting on the road to rehab by getting all druggy, but crazily like Caribbean cruises, hikes through the Wave, or go and backpack through Patagonia crazy. I've been checking out these Outward Bound courses. You can go on these hiking or kayaking etc. excursions to some awe-fucking-tastic places. Anyone up for going to South America for one of these courses with me at the end of the year? Or at least hitting a nearby metro park for some canoe action? If you have a canoe...I don't. (^_^)

I'm on this crazy funkdified sleep schedule. Again with needing a new job. One that I don't have to switch back and forth between working at 10:00am and working until 4:00am. Blarghidy Jane. That's right.

Okay, well time to go get ready for my exciting day of smelling like pizza and serving obnoxious monkey suckers.

{:-)

**Tinapalooza 2007**
A Chronicling of Events

Day the Second:
Tuesday, March 27th, 2006
Day of the Sleepy Piggles!

The sleepy piggle representative arrived today announcing an evening of ice cream and games! But uh-oh! Piggy ate too much and fell asleep on the scrabble board! Then out of nowhere (or more precisely, in the hall where my sister hid it) appears a pretty green gift bag! Inside is the cutest stuffed piggle/blanket ever! His name is Philonius Bertram Puddlemeier, Piggle at Law. Then my super wonderful sis and I went and had dinner at SamB’s! Yummtastic steak and mashed opatoes!! After that we popped over to the Vision meeting and participated in some Kinsey Scale Fun! It was a fun activity comparing were people rated themselves on the Kinsey Scale to where they’d like to be to what their parents thought they were to what they’ve experienced overall compared to what they’ve experienced in the past 3 months. It was way interesting! After skipping out of the meeting (it was running late) we went and got some ice cream from Marble Slab Creamery! If you’ve never been, you MUST go! We had some birthday cake ice cream with choc. chips, marshmallows, and LOTS and LOTS of sprinkles!! (^_____^) Next we hopped on over to Grounds for Thoughts (the BEST Coffee Shop in NW Ohio) and my sis got me a Mocha w/ Almond and Raspberry and we played a couple games of scrabble! The first game we only used the letter ‘P’ in honor of the year of the piggle! Which is my zodiac year!! It was a VERY short game as there were only two ‘P’s and two blank tiles. But still, lots of fun! Next my and my bestest sister ever created “The consortium for the development of new dictionarium alphabetacalouse, SCRAPPLE! Each word you put on the board has to be newly made, but must be accompanied by a fitting definition. Here are the words created by our very first game of Scrapple (the words marked B are made by me, the birthday girl and those marked E are made by my sis, the birthweek events planner):

Quigly - A cross between a squiggle and queasy (but good queasy, like butterflies in the tummy (E)

Wyt - Un-grammatically correct witticisms (B)

Dietim - A consortium of deities who only meet on Tuesdays due to the sandwiches (E)

Svajm - An angry Russian blunt object (B)

Yewies - Tiny fairie sheep (all females) who fly around, drink dew from leaves, and snuggle at night with stuffed animals who are lonely (E)

Morpey - A melancholy state induced by mellow tunes and good mocha (with a hint of dorkyness) (B)

Nenoni - A rare medical condition that results from having too many ‘N’s. Generally due to not paying enough attention to your ‘M’s and ‘R’s. The ‘M’s split off and run amok and the ‘R’s get tired and bend over (E)

Frennt - A jaunty trip to a previously unvisited foreign country (B)

Zlorxmp - The wonderful and magical things that happen to you when you visit a place for the first time if you keep your eyes open enough to see them (E)

Zsbdelai - The supreme most wonderful best sissyter ever in the land in charge of all birthday celebrations (B)

Ignatoqev - The ancient and most sacred celebration of the birthweek of the sissyter most high (celebrated even before she was born) (E)

Onasurin - The ceremonial creation of new words most perfectly describing important stuffs (B)


If you think this is crazy...take into consideration that neither I or my sister do drugs. Yep, that’s right kids...this craziness is ALL natural. (^_^)