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16th-Sep-2008 03:54 pm - pub quiz picks
12th-Sep-2008 03:40 pm - American Pride
8th-Sep-2008 12:16 am - Spris Rock Fest!
Went to a rock fest this past weekend. It was pretty cool. Some of the bands weren't rock bands at all. oh well. There was cheap beer and some buddies.

I was rockin' the converse:

2nd-Sep-2008 12:45 am - waste of time

I can't believe I wasted an hour and a half of my life on this......
22nd-Aug-2008 04:40 pm - me and Ryan
This has nothing to do with the previous post. :)

22nd-Aug-2008 03:18 pm - Waxa-my-snatchie
The number one reason I don't like coming back to Waxahachie, Texas: the people. Except for my weight and (hopefully) my fashion sense, I look exactly the same as I have since I was about 12... and that put me at a disadvantage when visiting my home town.

People who recognize me in Waxahachie generally fall into these categories:

1: people I've never met, but have slept with one of my siblings:
My two brothers and my sister never really left our town and have become a bit notorious for their carousing. Their exes usually come up to me in a bar and have a story or a complaint about a member of my family. They often give me messages that I never remember to deliver. A typical interaction might start off like... "I know you are Butch's sister, I can tell by the eyes."

2: people who work with my dad:
Daddy has been at the same factory for about 25 years. He was the leader of the union for the past 8 years, so there is literally no one in the entire factory that doesn't know his name. There are several hundred employees and they and their wives all know what I look like, where I went to University and what countries I have lived in. The phrase 'knee-high to a grasshopper' is usually uttered and they often express their pride in all of my accomplishments. I usually pretend I remember who they are.... I mean, Daddy has to get elected next year, right? "Oh My LORD, you are Steve Walker's oldest! I remember seeing you in that green uniform every friday night! Last I heard, you were living in the Ko-Rea. You know, me and my husband are so proud of you...."

3: people I really should recognize: You know, it sucks when this happens, but sometimes people just look different than they did 10 years ago, you know? These people come up and are excited to see me, but are pretty disappointed when I don't know them. This happened to me this evening when a boy I went to church with for the better part of 10 years came over to say hi. "I'll give you a hint, we have the same last name.... really? You still don't know?"

4: people I might have had some contact with but don't really know: This happens to me all the time and it is almost always the same story; we were in band together. When I was a senior, I was the president of the marching band (laugh all you want) and there were 170 members. That's a lot of people.... and they are everywhere. The makeup counter girl, the manager of Chick-Fillet, the security guard.... it even happened at my sister's wedding. A girl came up and told me she was 14 when I was 17. Her first week of high school was pretty hard.... "You came over and said something really nice and it made all the difference in the world, but you probably don't remember, so that's ok."

5: people I know and might have even been friends of mine: This is by far the worst and most depressing. After talking to them I feel like a proper snob. My best friend in fourth grade works is a cashier at Wal-Mart. The saxophone player I almost liked is thrice divorced and can be found at Gamestop. My first kiss just got out of prison.... "We need to catch up! What's your phone number?"
22nd-Aug-2008 03:11 pm - Texas and movies....
Garden State: I bumped into an old high-school friend of mine a few weeks ago. We pretty much have nothing in common these days, but we still get along great. Tonight, we met up for a beer or four to catch up. I think that if given more time, we could have gotten into some fantastic trouble.

Sweet Home Alabama: Someone brought their six-month-old into the smoke-filled bar. Shouldn't there be a law against this? I swear, only in the South....

Maybe I will think of more films later on... I went to my high school reunion two years ago... I bet there were some Gross Pointe Blank moments.... or at the very least a Romy and Michelle...
21st-Aug-2008 04:58 am - changing up the page....
So, I started blogging before most people (including myself) had ever heard the word 'blog'. (I have obviously slacked off these past few years...)

So, with the idea that I would add a few things, I looked at my 'interest' list....

acid, art, buffy, christianity, church, conversation, curry, david bowie, daydreams, enlightenment, esl, god, goth, grand marnier, grass, halucinations, harry potter, humpty hump, india, islam, judaism, korea, lamentations, lsd, moulin rouge, movies, music, nin, peter gabriel, philosophy, photography, postmodern, postmodern philosophy, pulp fiction, radiohead, religion, shrooms, tears, thought, tool, travel, willy wonka

acid? enlightenment? hu? I wonder what my list would be if I were to rewrite it today....
21st-Aug-2008 04:09 am - me and Riley are silly!
20th-Aug-2008 12:48 pm - nothing....

Your result for The Harry Potter Husband Test...

Mrs. Snape

Your perfect HP man is Severus Snape.

You like a guy of loyalty and intelligence and don't really mind if he comes across as a bit harsh. Or a bit bastardy. Or if he happens to terrify every child who crosses his path. The point is that under that rough exterior lies...well, a rough interior. But under that is a soft, squishy center and you don't mind at all that you're the only person in the world who gets to see it.

(Fanart by Grant Gould Used with permission.)

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