Crotchless Panties

Oh-em-gee, I love this weather. I know everyone is saying it, but I really freaking do. I tried to arrange a spontaneous bonfire last night, but quickly found out that all of my friends are LAME. Trying to arrange something for next Wednesday, but that is proving to be a bust too. Apparently no one likes beer and burning shit as much as I do.

I did something VERY exciting today! Got my teeth cleaned. Seriously, I'd go one a month if it did not cost so freaking much. $185 for cleaning, 4 x-rays, and a fluoride treatment. Blah, had to pay a $131 ticket for speeding too. Expensive day.

Anyway, I think I really do have an obsession with my teeth. I have a toothbrush/toothpaste in my purse, one in my car, I own a Sonicare electric toothbrush, and have a normal one in my bathroom. I carry floss in my purse, wallet and car. I think I need an intervention.

Wait, my freaking dog needs an intervention. She keeps eating all of my underwear. WTF. This might be a little to private to post publicly on the internet, but this bitch won't stop. It is pissing me off so freaking bad. This specific pair was CLEAN. Stupid dog. $5 a pair at target. Check out the photo of her, Baylee-the-beagle, notice the laundry basket on the back of the couch (that is my attempt to prevent this from reoccurring). Notice her guilty expression. Crotchless panties. Blah. So frustrating. She knows it's bad, not sure how to correct this.

Finished with my homework until Sunday! Woot. Working in the morning, need to go to bed soon. Have a feeling it's going to be a long and busy day out in The Villages. :(

WARNING: If you continue reading there will be a lot of bitching, whining and complaining.

Today and the days proceeding today have really sucked. Today I decided to withdraw from my Chemistry class. I've been debating whether or not to stick it out for a couple of weeks. There are only 8 or so people left in the class, out of 20 or so. I made a 70 on the first exam. Not good. Just not doing well, it's not clicking, at all. Sucks. I took general chemistry last semester and did great. This class is kicking my ass though. Next semester, repeat.

I also failed my Macroeconomics test today. About 2 hours ago. Made a 67. The average was 72. Below average, and made a "D". This is so not me.

Well, I had a little distraction and drank two beers. I do not feel as heated as I originally did when I started writing this post.

So, yeah. Been at work the past four days. Pretty much got fucked in the ass all weekend. Apparently it was the weekend of no-call/no-shows. Got in trouble for wearing body spray today, which considering I get yelled at for how I sit in chairs, was not too odd. DRAMA. Not going to go into it, this is a public blog. Although, I think that place is making me crazy.

Beer numero tres. Fuck complaining. I swear that I'm not a drunk. Just bored and stressed out.

I'm done. My ambition for writing has been lost. Goodnight.

I've been doing this new thing with my hair, nothing. Putting this crap in it, not sure what it is, called playful. I think I like, and it's easy. I chopped my bangs off, so I have to figure something out.

My house smells like a clove cigarette. Not sure why, assuming my mother was burning incense or something, but it smells like it in my room too. I feel like I am at I-bar, but without the music and hipster douche-bags. I AM NOT A HIPSTER. BTW. OMG CAPS. THIS IS HOW WE HAVE TO TYPE AT WORK AND IT DRIVES ME FUCKING NUTS. FUCK.

Problem 1: COUGH, POST NASAL DRAINAGE, SORE THROAT, ONSET 3-4 DAYS.
Problem 2: BURNING ON URINATION, FREQUENCY, URGENCY, ONSET 1 DAY.

Updated Medication List: 10/17/2011
METFORMIN 500MG BID
LISINOPRIL 20MG QD
NEUROTIN 100MG TID
HCTZ 12.5MG QD

That's what I type all day. When this computer, the one I own, prompts me for my password, sometimes I type "lruc". HELP PLEASE.

cheers to the freaking weekend (yes, Rhianna reference)

I really do not have a point for this post...yet. I feel like I have been slacking this week with school work. I powered through Sunday and Monday like a boss, but I really have not had any motivation since then. I feel like I'm in a "fuck it" mood lately. I had this huge homework assignment due tonight, dreaded it all day, felt like crying on my way home from work. BUT there was a bright little light at the end of my pathetic no-one-gives-a-shit-tunnel, there was an extension on the project until October 21st! So guess what I've been doing the past TWO hours I've had to myself. BEER! Cheers to the freaking weekend. Except today was my Monday and Monday is my Friday. Fucking awesome.

Today kind of sucked. I feel like taking a piss was the only chance I had to sit. 30 patients before noon. Fuck. No one cares about work or school. I don't either. Sometimes I feel like I work at a reality television show, just without the cameras, but not without the drama.

facebook popular

Last night I was facebook popular! Oh em gee! 46 comments on one status update; only kids in high school are that cool. I'm like high-school-kid-cool!

So, yeah. iOS5 is interesting. I am not feeling the blue text box when you message on iMessage, kind of gay (in the lame way). I can now open PDFs in email, which is awesome. I like the new facebook format. If everyone I talked to had an iPhone and iOS5 iMessage could be great, but considering only two people I've texted today have it, not as great as it sounds. I cannot not have unlimited texting because not all of you bitches have iPhones.

I'm listening to tUnE-yArDs station on Pandora and M.I.A.'s Come Around just came on. I like. I like.

I just edited my hair. Chop-chop on the bangles. This is the OMG post of photos! Had to cover the ugly with my hand. I suffer from AMAZINGLY-awful skin. I wonder if there are people out there as obsessed with skin as I am with teeth. Nice teeth are really, really, really, really important to me. I need to get my teeth cleaned ASAP or I am going to have to retract that last statement.



Oh, so last night I went to this event with my father. He does work for this company called Homes in Partnership. Pretty much, from what I'e gathered, it's is a non-profit organization that rebuilds crack houses and gives the refurbished, well completely new, houses to families that need it. If you knew my father you'd realize that he is so completely anti anything charity that you'd be as surprised as me that we were at a charity event last night.

His company name always cracks me up a little.


Hope you enjoyed this almost completely pointless post. I'm done rambling for the evening.

bait a hook

So far I've reference a some songs and bands that I love, today it's about hate. I am not sure why I've even heard this song, wait, I remember. The radio in my bathroom is picky about what radio stations come in, it seems to like this country station, which I hate to admit, but I can tolerate it sometimes. There was a point in my life when I spent weekends at the local mudhole, rode around in the back of a pick-up truck. Fuck I grew up in a town with one stop light and two "feed" stores. If you do not know what I am referring to by "feed store" you're probably a Prius-driving-sushi-eating-asshole who cannot "bait a hook". Please click on that link.

I heard he's got a Prius cause he's into being green.
My buddy sad he saw ya'll eating that sushi stuff.
He can't even bait a hook.
He can't even skin a buck.

Seriously? That does not even make sense. Screw you Justin Moore.

I did have a huge crush on Billy Ray Cyrus when I was a kid. I am watching the video for "Achy Breaky Heart". He was actually kind of cute back in the 90s, rocking the mullet. God, I am so glad I was a kid then. Not sure what people were thinking when they got dressed in the morning.

Now we're on to Shania Twain "Any Man of Mine". She had a freaking hot body.

Speaking of hot bodies, I ate like a cow tonight. Chicken wings, fried mushrooms, beer and a piece of chocolate birthday cake.

I need to get my shit together, I could see everything starting to take more of downward spiral in the very near future. I need to runaway, change my cell number, delete facebook and disappear. No more distractions. Yeah right. Nice thought.

warm beer

It's Tuesday October 11th 2011 and it's 130am. I'm drinking a warm beer and watching music videos on youtube. I wasted my Monday reading dry textbooks, doing chemistry homework, listening to music and writing lame blogs.

My personal life is a huge mess at the moment, it's more of a mess than I let on, but I am really not bothered by it. I am sure someone will read this and be a little offended, but whatever. I think it's time for another warm beer. Hold that thought.

So, I am spending most of my free time doing school work, for a degree I am not entirely sure what I want or can do with. I already have a lot of the necessary credits for a BS in Health Science, so it seemed like the best decision. I plan on working on some sort of masters degree, eventually. Apparently you only need a masters to be a PA (physician's assistant) and according to some online sources PAs make twice as much as RNs. Not that it's all about money, it's also about not being stuck behind a desk. Ick.

I do not know anything what-so-ever about cardiac crap. I wish I did the paramedic thing before I went to school to be an RN. Honestly, working for EMS sounds a lot more exciting than anything I could do as a nurse. I guess I should just study rhythms and cardiac drugs when I have spare time. :/

If you're still reading this you must be really, really bored. Hello almost 2am and warm Heineken.

I really wish it was 2009. Fuck.

I've managed to keep my calorie consumption less than 1500 calories per day for about a week now. Well, the beer may jack it up to 2000. Oops. At least I am not eating 500 calories, only drinking, sooooo much better. :(

Right now I feel like I loved my life two years ago. I was in nursing school, living at the house on Saltsdale, partying away most of my free time, and I weighed 135lbs. I hated my job though. I mean REALLY hated. I actually enjoyed nursing school, kind of miss it. Anyway, this entire post is a drunk ramble.

now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her
i want to hold you close
skin pressed against me tight
lie still, close your eyes girl
so lovely, it feels so right
i want to hold you close
soft breast, beating heart
as i whisper in your ear
I WANT TO FUCKING TEAR YOU APART

This is what I typically look like when I am sitting in front of this piece of crap. HOT.

If anyone has a zit remedy that works, please let me know ASAP.  I'm a hot mess over here, oh add an oversized hoodie to that photo and you'll have the full effect, oh and pink skull candy headphones, not gay earbuds.

I really, really want to press rewind. I really, really want a bonfire and friends and music and beer. That's all. Don't judge.

IRONY, omg.

I just got back from taking my midget Beagle-dog, Baylee, on a walk. I've been sitting at this desk, in front of this computer for most of the day yesterday and all of today, with the exception of said dog walking. While I was walking I was thinking about how much I hate sitting and doing shit on the computer. The ironic part of this: I had this intense desire to BLOG about how much I hate doing work on the computer.

I am totally falling into the hipster cliche of being ironic. OMG, read this: HOW TO BE A HIPSTER. Hilarious. Now I'm ironically making fun of a subculture that I sometimes fall into. Perfection.

I'm not going to quote Alanis Morissette, don't worry. Even though I can bet you have that song stuck in your head now. :)

Lame post over. Thanks.

First post! (Again)

Attempt numere dos at blogging with blogger. Most of you know what lead to the downfall of my old blog so I am going to attempt not to use my real name, or mention the name of my old blog on here. Keep the crazy stalkers away, but if the bitch finds me, what-the-fuck-ever. Won't mention her name either.

Nice introduction, huh?

Here's a proper intro:

I chose a name for this blog a few months ago, just decided to start writing in it tonight. "Red Flags and Long Nights" is a song by She Wants Revenge. I got into this band in 2009, most of the music I love seems to spawn from that point in my short, lame, little life.

My favorite verse:

You can occupy my every sigh,

You can rent the space inside my mind

At least until the price becomes too high.

That's my new, old motto. Starting now. I'll try not to make ever post a break down of my favorite songs, considering the name and the mood I am in now, I think that is where this one may head. 

I spent this rainy Sunday doing chemistry homework. Took forever, now I'm drinking beer, somehow ended up with a massive supply of various beers. Choice of the night: Michelob Ultra the "superior light beer". Apparently it will help me not turn into a diabetic fatass. 

I just download She Wants Revenge's discography, listening to "Tear You Apart". I love how I feel when I listen to this song, it makes me want to get trashed, smoke a cigarette and stupidly dance my ass off at a hipster bar. Instead I'm alone in my room, drinking a lame beer, and not dancing. Woot. 

I've been wanting to apply for random jobs, not around here, and see if I get any replies. I'd prefer to live in some sort of metropolitan area, OR a creepy little Stephen King-esque like Mariposa, CA. 

I'm listening to SKRILLEX now. I bet no one will actually click on any of these links. Screw it. 

I can feel myself drifting into an abyss of thoughts that can only be comprehended by me and only at this moment. Don't judge. Everyone should have a couple of beers, listen to music loud and attempt to write a blog once in a while, makes your heart feel happy. "Hey remember that other time when I would only read the backs of cereal boxes?" 

October 11th 2011 will be exactly a year from October 11th 2010, the day I found out that my happy little life was a delusion. :D That's a bit of a downer, feels longer than that.

Think it's time to end the rambling. Goodnight.


Oh and "huge manatee" is a reference from "Nothing Came Out" by The Moldy Peaches. I fucking love you Kimya Dawson.