More updates FTW

I think my addiction to twitter has led to me continuously making updates.

Anyway...

So ya know how the door's falling off the van? Well, it's gotten considerably worse...I mean, I hear the hinge creaking with weight while I'm driveing- it's seriously about to just snap off. Well, Nana told me today that she found a replacement door at a junk yard about an hour or so away.

The door isn't the same color as our van.

Oh yah, the van is gettin' even more ghetto.

Hizzells yah.

Interesting.

So umm...according to statcounter, most of the people who stumble onto this blog are searching for stuff about the chupacabre.

Weird. Cuz that's like...just one post about a comic I found once.

7am WTF?

ZOMG it's early morning and I'm awake! Is this some sort of new miracle?!

Nope, I just haven't fallen asleep yet lol.

Oh and....TANJOBI DESU!!! I ish quite excited about that.

That's not why I'm awake though...it's cuz my sleep schedule is fuxors and my wisdom teeth are giving me a headache XD It's ok though...cuz I wanted cinnamon buns. So now I'm making breakfast, which caused the following conversation:

Me: *pokin about in the kitchen, makes some noise while getting tinfoil*
Mom: What the HELL are you doing?
Me: ...Makin cinnamon rolls...
Mom: Oh...well then. Ok :D

She was excited that food was being made.

So yah...I'mma eat some of those and continue working on the current Gaia Event. And if I haven't passed out by then...well...I'll finally do that picture post I keep hinting to.

An open letter and some silliness

Dear Spider Queen,
Please tell your minions to GTFO. I'm tired of seeing a spider every time I turn around. Seriously, this has got to stop. It's not that I can't coexist with them...I just feel threatened and will kill them on sight. But this can be avoided. Just keep your minions *inside* our walls, around the general perimiter, and under the house. There are lots of food sources out there and I won't have chest pains anymore.

See how we all win?

You're friendly neighborhood aracnophobe,
Jessie






And now I give you this:

Shake it like jell-o

make the boys say "hello"

So yah, I'm in a pretty good mood today aside from the assaults attempted by my uterus. In fact, I've actually been in SUCH a good mood, that I have had moments of "I'm kind of pretty." I know, scary right? It's weird...but it's a mood that strikes me once every few months. Now if only I could exploit this and flirt with males somewhere. Hell, I would flirt at the bowling alley if need be- problem is the lack of my social activity for the passed few weeks. I mean...the only times I've gotten out of the house recently have been to buy stuff from the store for the others in the house, and the one time that I went to the book store. And even on the rare occasion that Matilda actually has money to do something, she wants to Morristown or Newport, which is fine...but boring to me. Honestly, I'd rather go to Asheville and not spend any money on anything buy food- just walk around and look at stuff. I mean...that's all I wanted to do at Bele Chere...but even my own mother, who's NEVER BEEN, wouldn't go cuz she couldn't buy anything. I didn't buy anything last year, I just looked at stuff. *sigh* Oh well, that's over now.

In other news...I've decided that today is big girl appreciation day. First I got a friend request from a group called "+plushus" on myspace. They're a female group with the believe that big women are beautiful too. There's actually a very nice blog post on there called "Fat is the new Gay." Ya'll should check it out, it's pretty good. It also explains the name of their group. After that I was checkin the LJ friend list and Jacci had posted a music video praising big women. I was happy :D

I'm gonna head off now and search for good asian restaurants (that aren't fucking buffets >_<) and do a job search. *sighs* Stupid unemployment...I'm a hair away from looking at Ingles...gods know I'm 20 times the employee that those snot nosed brats who just SIT AROUND AND TALK while you wait for them to notice you have groceries.

I have a great distaste for Ingles employees.

O_O

So I'm reading Day Watch and a few chapters ago, there was reference to a Ramstein music video. Now, I was all kinds of proud because I recognized the description before he said the band's name, AND it's a video that I only saw ONCE at Katya's apartment. I'm pretty sure it never aired on MTV. Well now I want to share a passage with ya'll and don't worry, it doesn't contain any spoilers.

On page 279, our narrator has just met a witch named Alita:

"For a few seconds I watched the witch from behind. Her stylish silver jacket, the kind that mountin skiers and tourists wear...was decorated with a brightly colored image: a cartoon of a girl with big eyes and her foot thrust out in a kick, with the caption 'Battle Angel Alita.'"

OMG.

And to make this even more HOLY CRAP- there's a picture of Alita hanging above my head right now :D

God, I love Lukyaneko's references.

So...New vid?

There's a new video of Nessie out there. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I'd link, but I'm too lazy, just google "newest video of nessie" or something and you'll find it- both CNN and MSNBC have it. Anyway, I dunno about this. I mean, I really want there to be something in that loch...in fact I'm pretty sure that there is (I think there's something living in the French Broad river too, but that's another story), but this video doesn't seem to help the matter any. Honestly, it looks like someting that could be quickly disproven...I'm pretty sure that there was a picture taken like it before and they said it could have easily been something else. Ah well.

So go check out my LJ...username Marlewen. I put a list of my stories on my lastest entry and I want people to leave a comment about which one they think I should work on. I'll post updates for it and everything. Of course, I just realized that I didn't put my mermaid story on there...which means it ISN'T on my flash drive...which means that it ISN'T on my computer anywhere. Dang. Ficton4U seems to be down for good as well, meaning I have no digital back up...crap. I'll have to re-write that one from memory >_< Maybe it's on my other flash drive. Let's hope...

So head over there and vote for a story for me to work on.

Of morbid facinations and 'possum flingin'

Be forwarned, I'm about to talk about animal death in a non-sympathetic way.

So apparently a baby possum fell into Ozzy's pen last night and died. This is the second time something like this has happened (last time a rat drowned in his water bucket), and it upsets him greatly. He hasn't left his dog house all day. So after dinner it was deemed my job to go get the possum off of his little porch and move it...somewhere. The destination wasn't exactly discussed, just agreed that it needed to be out of Ozzy's area. So I went out, let him run about the fenced in back yard, grabbed the shovel, and made my way to the crime scene. Now at first, we thought Ozzy had killed it 'cause it had gotten in his pen from the tree above- maybe it was going after his food like the birds do. To tell the truth, I was kind of excited that he had killed something. I know, I'm weird, but I like the idea of my pets having a savage side to them; this is part of the reason why I aggravate the crap out of Yoda until he snarls at me. It's just so cute! I also think that "eat your face" dogs are the cutest ever. Ya know, doberman pinchers, rotties, bull terriers, bulldogs in general...you get the picture. Oh by the way, Aarin, what do you think the chances are that we'll run into your neighbor's dog when I come to visit? Anywho...turns out the possum hadn't been torn into...I know cuz I looked. So I guess it should fell from the tree and died when it hit the porch. Poor Ozzy, possums just fallin' out of the sky...

I approached the possum with caution....I was actually terrified that it was playing dead (that is what they do, after all) and was waiting for Ozzy to leave in order to escape. So here I was, weilding a big ass shovel, just waiting for it to pounce. I imagined it lungeing toward me, leaving me no choice but to smack it with the shovel and starting what probably isn't the first ever game of possum baseball. So after wrestling it onto the shovel (it's foot was stuck in a groove of the porch >_<), I then carried it out and stood there, trying to decide where to put it. I opted to fling it onto the embankment. That's right, fling. The poor little thing was send zinging through the air, much like the cows and ducks in Monty Python and The Holy Grail.

I think I'm going to a special hell lol.

News Flash

This just in:

I suck at telling my own fortune with regular playing cards. I miss my tarot cards, which are at home at the moment.

Thank you, that is all.

Rofflese GALORE

Why post about the absolutely wonderful hoard that I received, when I can give you this piece of gold?

*me sitting on the couch, eating corn-beef hash, and watching tv*

*News channel* "blahblahblah, more at 11...and a parasite that turns women into sex-kittens!"

*corn-beef hash on the floor* O..O

So I googled it...and OMG IT'S TRUE! See http://www.theage.com.au/news/national/parasite-makes-sex-kittens/2006/12/26/1166895290934.html.

For those who don't feel like clicking, it basically says that there's this worm thing that causes women to be more out-going and whorish while it causes men to be stupid (literally...their IQ drops), and make poor choices/big risks. And apparently 40% of the pop. is infected.

Yah.