moving on

Dear Non-Following Followers,

I am no longer using this site as a way to get out the nonsense that is in my head. It's too complicated and high maintenance. I've moved onto a new blogging site. Let's see how long I stick with it. Not very long I presume. I am sorry to those that only read blogs in this format of blogspot.com.

Anyways, I can be found here. Wish me luck....or not.

Good Bye.

Craft Sunday

It's rather pathetic to say I'm going to get back into this and then not update. How silly of me. I suppose I can update what went down on Sunday, August 10,2008 (yes, I had to state the entire and exact date); which by the way was a craft gathering at the Flint Farmer's Market. I am now a member of the Creative Alliance, and this includes opportunities for vending, attending meetings, and, uhh, other things.

So I woke up on Sunday morning very tired, irritable, stressed, nervous, and exhausted. I was running on approximately four hours of sleep on a cold-and-threatening-to-storm day. I was not prepared as much as I thought I could have been. Silly me, I was thinking it would warm up later in the day, and so I was just dress partly for the cold. My little sister went with me and she was more dressed for the cold, but silly us we were not dressed right for the crummy cold destined day.

Did I mention it was cold? Or mention the crazy wind and downpour? Not very many people showed, but I guess I can say a decent amount attended. I wish the people I told/invited to attend the fun actually showed. I mean, it was a big deal to me. It was my first time vending. Not just first time vending there, but just my first time vending. I always imagined it to be more exciting, big with a large crowd, and surrounded by my friends and loved ones supporting me. That totally did not happen, le sigh. Last time I count on people to show interest in what I love to do.

Anywho, I sold a pair of earrings, four treasure/jewelry boxes, a cosmetic bag, and I traded an iGadget Animal Case for a pair of cute earrings. I hope to have sold more the next time around I vend, but next time I won't stay up late three nights in a row prior the vending day to make everything I was going to sell(so then I won't be all those feelings I stated before).









I'm looking forward to another day of vending on a much more lovelier day, and having a larger abundance of attendees at the Flint Farmer's Market.




The amount of times the word "silly" was used in this post: three.

Umm.. Redo!

SO apparently it has been almost a year since I posted last. I must say I am surprised. I'm surprised that I've decided to get back into this dumb thing. I've decided to spare what has happened in my life in the last eleven months, and just get started some random nonsense in the now.

First, I would like to share my random find at Walmart a week ago. Granted, I rather dislike Walmart, but that is where I get my film developed; however, I can find some really cheap and cool treasures. Of course my little discovery was made in China and I feel terrible about purchasing it because of 1. supporting the lack of moolah they make over there to make our crap and 2. it was crap made there that can be made here. Anywho, I found some sweet wind up toys in the shape of SUSHI! Sushi is one of my new favourite things to eat, and I have to thank Bryan K. Summersett for making me try the dang food. I only eat the veggie rolls, sucka. MMmmmm good.




Plain Tuna (Maguro)
Salmon Roe Sushi (Ikura)
Egg Sushi ((Tamago) pretty good I think)
Fatty Tuna (O-toro)
Shrimp Sushi (Ebi)

Cute right? It's safe to say that I am going through another Japanese phase. If you want to count watching Japanese TV shows, playing with toys, and eating sushi as a phase.


Other worldly events, I just found out that there is a (possible) rivalry going on between Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana and that one chick from that Wizard show on the Disney Channel (I don't care to find out her real name right now). What's-her-face and a friend posted a video on a website that allows video postage (not advertising, thanks) about nonsense. Miley and a friend decided to post a video on the same site mocking the video. I think that's funny, but I'm sensing some bad news is a-comin'. If history isn't learned, it's doomed to repeat itself. What I mean by that is Miley is the next Disney star that wants to be estranged from the Dis Business and get rid of the squeaky clean image. I don't know if the video thing was genuine, but according to the past and tabloids, Miley is a little skank in training. Which is a shame, I kind of like her. Oh well. The next What's-her-face Duff and Lindsey L(ho)ohan fued? Sweet!


OH! Speaking of Lindsey Lohan, she is not a lesbian. I repeat, NOT a lesbian. It's all about the attention.


Now this fresh new start/post is coming an end. Good.

My next companion

I've decided that my next new life goal is to get a pet cat. I've never
own a cat before; this should be interesting.... but not as interesting
as a cat missing all four of its limbs!

That is right, I want to own a cat with no workable limbs. Just nubs. His/her name shall be Kitty No-Legs.

I got the idea from a fake commercial late at night on Adult Swim. It
excited me. It inspired me. I'm going through a phase where I love cats
more than dogs right now and I want me a cat. I want me a cat that
can't move on it's own, unless it had robotic legs. (That would be
pretty damn sweet)

I want me an amputee kitty.

I'm quite sure it would be hard to find such a specimen without the capabilities
of moving, but I am determined. If I can't find a little guy that fits
the bill, I'll just get a cat and have nature run its course. What I
mean by that is take it to a vet (or a mob boss) and have the dirty job done.

I figure to have it done to a young kitten, that way it won't know life in a
different way - so then I don't feel like a crummy jerk.







**This post is purely a joke, as are my other posts. If you report me to PETA I will shank ya ass for being a d-bag. I am a member of PETA, and I don't need them crazy people yelling at meh.

Drunk off of life

This is by far the best summer of my life.
I've made new friends and experienced new things.

On the fourth I went to Detroit to Comerica Cityfest
with some friends. We went mainly to see Spoon perform. They were great
live, which really surprised me. They played the songs I wanted to
listen to and I got to dance a little bit with a crowd full of good folk.

Before leaving Cityfest, we watched a funk band perform, I sort of got my freak on. As Derek put it, the Latina in me came out. Which is true.

Afterwards, we went to White Castle. BAD IDEA. Everybody got sick, except Melisa and me. We were smart about the food.

Left Detroit to go home, some snugglin' in the back seat, and watched some colours explode in the sky as we drove on the highway.

Once
we got home, we went to Dawn Donuts for some good coffee and real talk.
After that we went to the park to swing, get eaten alive by mosquitoes and get asked by a group of middle schoolers for some pot.

We took a walk, sat on the wet grass, get eaten alive by some more bugs, chat, and appreciate the stars.

We took another walk on a dark pathway in the woods. There were fireflies everywhere.
"Hey, this will make up for the missed fireworks," Derek said.

And it surely did.
It was so beautiful.
We were all quiet.
We just stood in the woods to admire our fireworks.

Yuppie Hell

So today was my first day of my first job. It was short and simple, but overly annoying.

I'm working at the Buick Open, taking photos of the spectators for some
lady. It's like one of those "take picture now, order later" kind of
things. Except it's free, unless you want a good quality 5x7 photo,
then you pay.

I was supposed to start yesterday, but instead I did today. My boss (wo)man is making a living with this business and I'm somewhat surprised. Okay, I take that back. It doesn't seem like that a lot of people would buy a print when they could just print
it off themselves for free, however, little Ms. Cutthroat makes sure that a lot of photos are taken, so she can make money.

She truly is insane about getting photos of people. So there were the four of us by a main gate, Buicks lining the pathway, a trophy and girls, approachable, and friendly.Two with cameras, the other two recruiting people to come pose. Each
and everyone of us would ask people to pose for a free picture. Yes, we
received quite a few "No thank you"s and we understood. My boss
would keep badgering the refusal people to pose for pictures.

I couldn't help but pity the irritated golf fans. How would you feel if
you've been asked a question five times when the first four times you
declined four young girls and then get nagged by some older woman to strike a
pose? I really wanted to talk to my boss (who will continue to be
nameless) and tell her to chill out. If we can't convince some people
to pose for us, what makes her think that she could? People want to go
in and watch golf!

When we first started she actually told me
to back off a bit. Which I found ironic because she's the one jumping
on everybody and forcefully moving people to pose in front of the
stupid Buick Open trophy when I'm being polite!

She also wanted us to say to people "Hey, let's take a picture..." instead of "Hey, do you want to take a picture...." I felt really sleazy rakin' in the folks saying that. Now I want to be a professional photographer, but this is not how I want to work.

I also failed to mention how she was late when we were all to meet up at
the hotel she was
staying at, and she was very unorganized. Before we left she had
breakfast, and her weapon of choice was a powdered donut. Do you know
what she did? She scarfed it down and was totally oblivious to the powder all over her face. Apparently she did the same thing yesterday. We all guessed that the powder is permenantly stuck to her face, or she's snortin' crack. We don't know!

I don't know if I can hold out until Sunday (my last day). I'm pretty annoyed but I'm being paid really well and I'm working with people that have a sense of humor. But let's think about it - golf tournament in White Suburbia. Tons of stuck up people in their snooty authentic golf gear and refusing to pose for me! The nerve! Quite honestly, this could be why I hate where I live.

Damn tourists. Damn yuppies. Damn Norbit for being made and seducing my mother to rent it and make me watch it with her.

Four Eyed Monsters

I've been stuck in a rut artistically, stuck to the point where I'm afraid to pick up a pen and just doodle. Just recently I got the chance to finally see the film Four Eyed Monsters and it really has inspired me. I don't think they were ever showing the film in Michigan, but I was really glad to have found it on a blog and through YouTube. It never crossed my mind to look it up on YouTube. I really enjoy this film and I think that those who appreciate art in it's many forms and/or appreciate independent film is going to love this film. The concept is so great and it makes me want to pass notes to friends like back in middle school. The couple that made this film are in serious debt and they need a lot of help to pay it off. They give easy instructions on how to help them. No lie, it's really easy and it's free. Trust me. Watch this film and be amazed by it's creativity and originality. You will want to help them get out of deep debt so then they can make more films.

Jimmy you douche... pt. 2

My car is a killer. It's a zombie. Killer zombie.


First it dies.
It comes back from the dead.
It has rotting metal flesh, missing organs, and a thirst...
A thirst for gas and oil.


My car just had to smash some car to get some fluids and what not.


Damn my car for being big and hindering my sight from smaller vehicles behind me.

I
reversed into another car basically. It only happened because when I
was going to exit from a parking lot, a car was coming in fast and there
is only one exit (a very narrow one might I add). Since I was trying
to get out of the way of the incoming car, I had to reverse. Of course
there just had to be a car behind me that decided to sneak up on me
just right when I was reversing. There was no car there when I looked
in the rear view mirror. I don't see it as my fault. Yes, I backed into
the car but the car came right when I was going and she knew that I
couldn't see her.

The gal had a new car too. I'm glad she was being calm and nice about it. My heart was jumping out of my ribs and my skin was jittering away from me. I was so afraid.

Derek was with me again when my car took some life and chip some paint off a
bumper. My mother has decided that he's my bad luck charm. He just
might be. He just might be. It's okay, if I can insult him with a
compliment, it's all good.


No more driving for me though. Not until it's legit. Now my mom has no choice but to let me take my road test.

[Cue a crack of lightning and roar of thunder]
Now I will laugh maniacally.


I played the "I'm so bored and lonely at home, what do you expect me to
do?" card. I threw in some tears (real ones) and my mom felt bad.
Perhaps she didn't yell at me in Spanish because the same thing happened to her a few months ago.

My mom and I are not bad drivers, we just drive huge vehicles.


I guess I learned another lesson. I stick it to the man again, and I cause some serious damage, but at least I got a cool portable ping pong table out of it!

Somerset is a better friend than Mary Jane

So my dad just walked in the front door no more than 10 minutes ago. He
came home from New York for Memorial weekend. Well, that is what I'm
guessing. We (as in the fam) didn't know he was coming, we were actually supposed to go to New York to visit him.

He brought home presents. I should be appreciative of what he got me but he got me shit. He obviously does not know me.

My dad brought me a Grateful Dead shirt. I don't even listen to them and
he said "I don't think Jennifer will like this" and he proceeded to
give me the ugly shirt. If he has an idea that I might not like the
band/shirt, then why the hell did he buy me it? All I asked for was a
notorious "I <3 New York" tee.

He also got me a tye-dye bandanna.


Everything smelt of incense. Why the hell would my dad go to a hippie shop? He's
conservative to the wazoo. This calls for an ultimate "WTF?!".

When he gave me the repugnant shirt and hippie smelling bandanna I said "What? You want me smokin' pot? I'm a hippie now?".


My dad, no lie, said these words: "Go ahead, you're 18 now," in front of my mother no less.


What the fuck man? Now that I'm 18 I can smoke pot? I have permission to smoke pot?

What's the point of doing it when I have permission. There won't be any joy if
I take part in the action. He obviously does not know me. I'm against
smoking any sort of tobacco, well of anything that can be smoked. I
throw away his packs of cigarettes any chance I get. He blows up
whenever I do that. What makes him think I'll have interest hittin' up the ol' Mary Jane?

What the fuck dad, get out of the house and go back to New York. I'm not
going with you either, so stop trying to persuade me to look up art
schools in the area.

And two story malls are not going to
coax me to move either. There's a three story mall in Troy, I'm content
with going to that mall.

Jimmy you douche...

My car sort of died today.


I blame it all on karma... perhaps?
No no, just bad luck and shame for me not listening to my [pudge] gut.
That's what I get for driving illegally.



Well, now that my Jimmy is getting a new fuel pump, hopefully mi madre will be okay with me taking the stupid road test.

I highly doubt it. She doesn't want me driving. She wants me home... always.

Her baby bird cannot leave the nest. Oh no no no.
Her baby bird cannot leave the nest because she loves her so so so.
Baby gets no independence 'cause she has so much to learn.
Baby gets no experience 'cause she don't need to. Oh no no no.


I have to thank Derek though.
He was my alibi. He was the one that was driving, since you know, he is the licensed driver.

Goodness, I'm 18 years old and my mother will not let me take my road test. How shameful.


I've learned my lesson though. If I try to stick it to the man, my car will die on me and I will have noone to help me besides some car mechanics that attempt to save my car and sanity (and overcharge me). Oh, and that lying to my mom will help me not be in serious trouble.

Lying rocks!


....sorta.


At least I got to open the sun roof and listen my sweet summer mix while I drove. Fab. That's all I gots to say.


One of the featuring songs on my mix - enjoy the vid.

The Unicorns "I Was Born (A Unicorn)"