tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39178892011-04-21T19:48:27.743-04:00Dustballs and Allergieszzzzzzzzz....Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comBlogger3301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1110525559884928112005-03-11T02:18:00.000-05:002005-03-11T02:19:19.886-05:00NTS:Note to self:Do not watch Blind Date while drinking water. Or any liquid. Is bad for computer monitor. Is bad for body.Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1110341609824204272005-03-08T23:05:00.000-05:002005-03-08T23:13:29.826-05:00There are many good looking men...There are many many good looking men in my gym. A few middle aged guys who are so obviously married (so, don't check me out, please, ew) but sooo many good looking guys my age.Mmm, mmm, good.Mmm, mmmmmmmmmm, good.Poor Zoe. It's way too cold out for her. I really need to get this poor thing a sweater for when we walk. I didn't take her out for her daily walk todayIcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1109823174944374612005-03-02T23:11:00.000-05:002005-03-02T23:12:54.946-05:00Come again?So, let's see... These kids went on a looting and theiving rampage on some neighbor's land?Damn good for a bunch of toddlers.Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1108858920285709762005-02-19T19:21:00.000-05:002005-02-19T19:22:00.286-05:00I am so tired.Exhausted tired.Can't move my ass tired.When does it end?Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1106451111708040922005-01-22T22:30:00.000-05:002005-01-22T22:31:51.706-05:00Blah. Just blah.
I'd like to think that even if I am not there to see it, karma will strike those who deserve it. Even if it doesn't happen right away.
I'm feeling a little vindictive. Blame it on lack of sleep.
And an emergency call into work today because every fucktard in the universe rushed the store today in the middle of a blizzard.
Fucktards.
Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1101323700367953532004-11-24T14:13:00.000-05:002004-11-24T14:15:00.366-05:00Iiiiiiiiiiiinteresting. Very interesting.
Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1099425069695891912004-11-02T14:47:00.000-05:002004-11-02T14:51:09.696-05:00All the more reason to make sure you go out and vote, ladies.
Ever since I watched Iron Jawed Angels on HBO, I've grown more and more passionate about politics.
Especially, as a woman. And the above story exemplifies why it IS so important. Many young women today don't understand how important it was to our grandmothers and great grandmothers to get the right to vote. Its a shame, really, thatIcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1098991446095066532004-10-28T15:21:00.000-04:002004-10-28T15:24:54.613-04:00Inspired at Teh Box
This is inspired from a thread in Food. As wrong as it is to judge a larger person based on their food purchases, its equally as wrong to judge an average sized person.
Two years ago, I was online in the Student Center cafeteria, waiting to pay for my ready made salad. I didn't have time to wait for a fresh sandwich or something grease laden. Two large girls in front of me Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1098246793557608512004-10-20T01:32:00.000-04:002004-10-20T00:33:13.556-04:00Tickle me!
I was a little bored tonight. :)
Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1097952401646063172004-10-16T14:45:00.000-04:002004-10-16T14:46:41.646-04:00Jon Stewart on Crossfire.
WATCH IT!
*snorts*
Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1096300245786476732004-09-27T11:49:00.000-04:002004-09-27T11:50:45.786-04:00The Soapbox...The Paracosm...is no more.
It is now here: Teh Box.
See you there!
Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1096249217376895452004-09-26T21:39:00.000-04:002004-09-26T21:40:17.376-04:00uh-oh
Its bad when the sushi restaurant you get take out from recognizes you by voice when you order.
o.O
Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1096179130107717312004-09-26T02:11:00.000-04:002004-09-26T02:12:10.106-04:00Life is going good. Much is well.
Hooboy.
Hoobaby.
Let's hear it for the boy! /sings
Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1095913728892676752004-09-23T01:27:00.000-04:002004-09-23T00:28:48.893-04:00the poem i wrote tonight on the back of my script
Watch my blood drip from my skin.
Sweet release.
Sweet sweet release.
Watch my blood well and slowly drip down my arm.
I cannot lose my pain, no more than I can my blood.
My lifeforce.
My blood is my lifeforce
And my pain is my blood.
My pain is my lifeforce.
The release of inner life releases inner pain.
Inner pain that circulates within me likeIcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1095642102428886532004-09-19T20:57:00.000-04:002004-09-19T21:01:42.430-04:00Two beers.
Two rum & cokes, heavy on the Bacardi.
I was the only girl to outdrink the guys where straight vodka is concerned.
I didn't get back to my apartment until after 9 am. Showered and got myself to work.
Started in Ryan's apartment. I realized that while Ryan was a little flirty with me, he was downright weird around one girl. Turns out she's his ex. Wrote him off immediately. StartedIcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1095109480597703032004-09-13T17:00:00.000-04:002004-09-13T17:04:40.596-04:00What do you make of this?
What ever happened to "I may not agree with what you say, but I'll defend your right to say it"?
Yes, I'm a little left of center, given our current administration, but I haven't stopped speaking with my father because he supports Bush.
I really think the partisan politics in this country are getting out of line. And the frightening thing is... its the party in power Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1095089498642685942004-09-13T11:30:00.000-04:002004-09-13T11:31:38.643-04:00So. I've been avoiding certain things.
Certain, um, rather important things. Like two incompletes I really need to finish in order to graduate in May. Um. Yeah.
Dealing with the fact I live in the same building as my ex and his girl, and literally right above him, is not helping. I have no desire to have him back in my life, but do I really want to see him with her? No, not really. I might likeIcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1094851730941944622004-09-10T17:25:00.000-04:002004-09-10T17:28:50.940-04:00I MUST have one of these pups!
I don't understand some people...I know he couldn't find them homes.....but to shoot them?
Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1094816946542804522004-09-10T07:47:00.000-04:002004-09-10T07:49:06.543-04:00*SNORE*
mmm....screw class, GOODNIGHT.
Actually, Jenn will kick my ass so I guess I should be a good girly and go to Stage Combat.
Look out, I'm learning how to use a sword...
Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1094742795440710612004-09-09T11:10:00.000-04:002004-09-09T11:13:15.440-04:00The joys of blogger
I've had some problems updating this blog. It kept timing out so things were getting kind of boring.
That said, I'm not going to class this morning. I worked yesterday then had rehearsal and now I'm just thrashed.
And I have a doctor's appointment today. Hooray.
If I could have mood icons for blogger it would be: "Listless"
Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1094618010679177292004-09-08T17:01:00.001-04:002004-09-08T17:01:39.423-04:00EEEEEEK!
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! /orgasm
It is FINALLY HERE!
The first Inu Yasha movie hath made its way over the Pacific!!!!
Eeeeeeeek! Must...have...NOW!
Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1094611480675310182004-09-08T17:01:00.000-04:002004-09-08T17:01:01.533-04:00I love interesting things like this.
-E- Is for Erica
Your greatest need is to talk. If your date is not a good listener, you have trouble relating. A person must be intellectually stimulating or you are not interested sexually. You need a friend for a lover and a companion for a bedmate. You hate disharmony and disruption, but you do enjoy a good argument once in a while it seems to stir thingsIcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1094612218942025912004-09-08T07:30:00.000-04:002004-09-08T17:00:12.090-04:00"One more thing!" ---Uncle
I just remembered this. Its amazing what "love" will have you forget. I pissed him off once in front of his friends. This was two years ago. He dragged me throughout Stone Hall, yelling at me. When I finally managed to dig my feet into the carpeting, he slammed me up against a wall and held me there. My feet were not touching the ground.
And idiot depressed me took Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1094353635798704342004-09-04T22:57:00.000-04:002004-09-04T23:07:15.800-04:00There. Finally got something done.
Last year, on my 21st birthday, the day I got my first official state ID, I also registered to vote. I never received my voter registration card, nor did I the last time I registered to vote. It worries me.
So I finally got off of my ass and registered to vote again just to be safe along with applying for my absentee ballot.
Now I have to go and dig up the Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1094058848993376982004-09-01T13:05:00.000-04:002004-09-01T13:14:08.993-04:00Ow.
Cramps. From. Hell.
I'm hoping it'll just be this month and once everything evens out with the new pill I'll be fine.
Actually I was late on my period and I spent all day yesterday terrified. Woohoo. My favorite part of life, thinking you're pregnant. I'm not used to my period starting Tuesday evening. Generally, Tuesday morning at 9 am. On the dot.
But all is well. Sorta, I'm still Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1090987927584594992004-07-28T00:02:00.000-04:002004-07-28T00:12:07.583-04:00I'm going slightly mad...I'm going slight-leeeeeee mad....
"It finally haaappened, haaaaapened... It fiiiiiiiiiiiinally happened!"
So, yes, I received my diagnosis today. I have mono. It shouldn't progress any further, according to the Nurse practioner. If I am not weak now, as long as I care for myself, I'll just continue to sleep most of my days. Could be alot worse.
I'm just going nuttersIcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1090854139072434072004-07-26T10:50:00.000-04:002004-07-26T11:02:19.073-04:00I'm a bad bad girl.
I felt awful yesterday. Terribly lonely, craving human interaction, and I swear, a little high from all the chloraseptic...
So what did I do?
I bought this in anticipation of my trip to Ocean City, Maryland.
We're staying in this really great condo . That isn't the apartment we are staying in, its higher up in the condo and much larger, two full baths, two bedrooms, Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1090673636577915912004-07-24T08:47:00.000-04:002004-07-24T08:53:56.576-04:00I am ready to die.
Oh dear god. The pain I am in is unreal. I managed maybe four hours of sleep last night, before the advil wore off and my ears and throat started trying kill me again.
My mother managed to get ahold of my brother in law's mother, who promptly scolded me for not having a license. You know the fuck what? I make less than 100 a week because I am a full time student and Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1090261565784501322004-07-19T14:24:00.000-04:002004-07-19T14:26:17.293-04:00And I'm surprised, why?
Sex Faerie!
What Faerie Are You?
brought to you by
Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1089682823788513472004-07-12T21:38:00.000-04:002004-07-12T21:40:23.786-04:00What. A. Day.
Oh. Good lord.
I left for 30th Street Station today at 9:15 am.
I didn't get into my room until after 3:30 pm.
o.O
I had to rush from my dad's car because of the pouring rain. Caught my train on time, but some braindead individual kept me from getting yummy Dunkin' Donuts.
Okay, no biggie. I'm on the train with cheddar chex mix and water and Wicked. Make my transfer no Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1089118985791381512004-07-06T09:02:00.000-04:002004-07-06T09:03:05.796-04:00Word of Warning
One packet of Splenda.
Is very very sweet.
o.OIcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1089092188538847892004-07-06T01:35:00.000-04:002004-07-06T01:36:28.563-04:00I wrote this back in April. The link is there. I think, I know, it bears repeating.
Goddess Golden Rules
"Let there be beauty and strength, power and compassion, honor and humility, mirth and reverence within you."
I found this while roaming the vast network of the internet.
Now, I've always had leanings towards a more 'pagan' form of spirituality. Something about a faith that is open, Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1088999040824217152004-07-04T23:39:00.000-04:002004-07-04T23:44:00.823-04:00Gamer Girl
So my buddy is here, and we've been playing video games since about 630pm this evening. Its nice to play video games with someone again.
We rented one of the few two player games left at blockbuster...I guess alot of people planned on gamer days.
I really really wish the pool had been open today. I so would have brought my friend down and sat by the pool all day long with a book. Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1088831446244957832004-07-03T01:10:00.000-04:002004-07-03T01:10:46.243-04:00Bespelled
170,780.
First time played in months. Woo.
Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1088822214505409662004-07-02T22:30:00.000-04:002004-07-02T22:36:54.506-04:00Things I Have Realized
I have been an angry bitch lately. With good reason. Good reason, however, is not an excuse. But it makes it understandable.
I have said things that I immediately regret.
I have noticed this.
If someone treats you in such way, with preconceived notions of who you are, you will, after spending enough time around them, wind up acting that way, just around them.
It takes Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1088785086077159642004-07-02T12:17:00.000-04:002004-07-02T12:18:06.076-04:00Yay
/dryly/
Really. Yay. I get to work tonight. *gag*
Meanwhile, I feel alot better getting that anger out.Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1088717486616852632004-07-01T17:17:00.000-04:002004-07-01T17:31:26.616-04:00Dear Ex,
I am over you.
Totally.
Completely.
I don't need someone like you in my life.
Goodbye, stay away. We'll get through class Tuesday and that will be it.
I know she makes you happy, I know this relationship is much easier than it ever was with me, and I really do hope this doesn't blow up in your face.
I also know that I am more woman than you or most men could ever even hope to Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1088694507773401812004-07-01T10:48:00.000-04:002004-07-01T11:08:27.773-04:00Why do you do that?
So I've finally managed to make plans with a male that ISN'T the older one, ISN'T the ex.
And what's the first thing I do? Call The Ex, and basically say, I've got a weekend long date. If you say something now, it'll be friends, if you don't, I'm open to anything happening.
You see, we've been having alot of discussions. He gets jealous. Stuff like that. We had a day where Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1088570851392960862004-06-30T00:45:00.000-04:002004-06-30T00:47:31.393-04:00Is this a good idea?
I want my ex bad, bad. I'm pretty damn sure its him I want back.
But he has a girlfriend. Has for the last month. They share the same apartment. In fact, that's how he met her. But I want him back. This is very recent, this overwhelming feeling for him.
But... I really do love him. We've been getting along pretty well lately. He still can make me smile...
Is this a good Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1088104567786291912004-06-24T15:14:00.000-04:002004-06-24T15:16:07.786-04:00Warm
Its sunny out.
I have a teeny string bikini. God I love saying that.
And oil. With spf and tanning agents.
And there are cute lifeguards.
So why am I inside?Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1087957731876957182004-06-22T22:27:00.000-04:002004-06-22T22:28:51.876-04:00Snuggles
I could use a real hug. From someone who loves me.
I need to give a real hug. To someone I love.
That and a great backrub.Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1087783733608233352004-06-20T22:08:00.000-04:002004-06-20T22:08:53.610-04:00Heh
Your Love Situation
by AmberishjewelUsername?Your Love Is...GentleDuring Lovemaking You Act...Like a cat, longing to be petYour Partner Is...Your everythingYour Partner Has Said That You...Are their only loveYour Love is Summed Up In A Quote."You deserve a bed of roses"Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1087774928548512192004-06-20T19:38:00.000-04:002004-06-20T19:42:08.546-04:005 Days
Its five days till my birthday.
Without any of my friends to hang out with that day. I might get to hang out with my roommates that night.
I'm going to have to bake my own birthday cake. Dark chocolate cake with dark chocolate icing. Yum!
I asked Erin if she could take me to the liquor store on my birthday. I'm lucky enough to get a paycheck that day. Vicky's Semi Annual, sushi, boozeIcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1087772419608590262004-06-20T19:00:00.000-04:002004-06-20T19:00:19.606-04:00Ahem.
So. I worked today.
I have a couple little things I would like to say.
1. Your insurance issues are between you and the insurance company.
2. If I ask you for your credit card to check the signature, do NOT give me attitude. It could be, that one day, you will be grateful for a cashier like me checking the signatures. And don't get huffy if I ask for ID. Don't sign your card, have your Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1087688111337060052004-06-19T19:34:00.000-04:002004-06-19T19:35:11.336-04:00...
Damn geese.
STOP TRYING TO EAT ME WHEN I GO TO SUBWAY.
Meanwhile, the nice New Jersey state people in charge of roads were very kind and finally extended a sidewalk all the way around the very dangerous curve on Clove all the way up to the Village. Since I walk...Color me thrilled.Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1087528845427818422004-06-17T23:19:00.000-04:002004-06-17T23:20:45.426-04:00*sigh*
I miss having a constant and reliable snugglebuddy. Its not about the sex, its about the human interaction.
And I miss that. Terribly.
I got cleaning done today YAY!Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1087512421871339492004-06-17T18:46:00.000-04:002004-06-17T18:47:01.873-04:00Ooh, baby
What kind of disease are you?Erica:Erica is caused by sponges.Erica disease causes a constant lack of clothing.The only way to cure Erica infection is to run in circles until you fall down.Name?Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1087488812727904642004-06-17T12:13:00.000-04:002004-06-17T12:13:32.726-04:00Happiness!
Faerie:
Faeries are sweet loving beings who love to helppeople. They are not held back by reality andlove to dream and fly around. You probably arevery creative and although not the most popularperson in the world you are probably loved bymany for your sweet caring personality.
What Mythological Creature Are You (Many Results and Beautiful Pics) brought to you by Quizilla
Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1087438523352697612004-06-16T22:10:00.000-04:002004-06-16T22:15:23.353-04:00Okay...curling up...dying now...
So, apparently, not even my classmates can even come over to hang out on my birthday. :( My roommates won't be here. I know a really really good online friend is doing something SO AMAZING for me, something I totally appreciate!!!
But I wish just ONE of my friends could just hang out with me that day. :(
Gee, what am I doing for my birthday? Sleeping. No Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1087360641918831182004-06-16T00:36:00.000-04:002004-06-16T00:37:21.916-04:00Tired. Filming. Feeling... er... alive... burned out the batteries in my most favorite toy. ::cries::Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1087165727486414532004-06-13T18:28:00.000-04:002004-06-13T18:29:44.663-04:00stolen from LJ
How to make a passion_nymph
Ingredients:
1 part pride
1 part ambition
5 parts instinct
Method:Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Serve with a slice of sadness and a pinch of salt. Yum!
Username:
Personality cocktailFrom Go-Quiz.com
Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1087103502218156592004-06-13T01:11:00.000-04:002004-06-13T01:11:42.216-04:00Oh dear
And then I stumble upon this...
We regret to announce the untimely demise of Icy, who on the 2nd of February of this year was accidentally smothered in hot fat by bears. This unfortunate incident occurred in a manure pile somewhere on Interstate 52. The deceased was reported to have shouted "Did you hear something?" just before expiring. Icy is survived by several houseplants. Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1087095304187473622004-06-12T22:51:00.000-04:002004-06-12T22:55:04.186-04:00Death
Jesus.
How many more people are going to die?
This month fucking sucks.
President Reagan dies. Ray Charles dies.
I get an email today. The woman who's show I am stage managing just had her mother pass away last night.
Then I find out that our landlord, who I've known since I was five years old died in a freak accident today. Aluminum ladder, trimming a tree, cut a power line.
And Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1087090847830343482004-06-12T21:36:00.000-04:002004-06-12T21:40:47.830-04:00GoddamIT
This is the final post about The Ex.
Everyfuckingtime I talk with him I wind up wanting him back, wanting a chance to fix that which went wrong. It doesn't matter that I fell for someone else, that I had finally seen what was so wrong with our relationship.
Because I will always be someone who has hope in their heart, no matter how far along in life they move. Like it or not, I'm a Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1086984514832627402004-06-11T16:05:00.000-04:002004-06-11T16:08:34.833-04:00Someone Explain to me
Just HOW I can be 150 lbs!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
I'm not big AT ALL. I can pull off a white string bikini and look good, I don't eat a ton of junkfood, my clothes all hang off of me, I walk to campus and back everyday, up steep stairs, etc...
HOW can I weigh this much and be this...well, petite???Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1086927283077876282004-06-11T00:11:00.001-04:002004-06-11T00:14:43.076-04:00This with Darkened Skye...NO MORE
You're Skittles!!! You have a very interestingpersonality, you're so unique. You're the kindof person who always thinks outside of the box.You're also a very accepting individual, andbelieve in inner beauty.
Which kind of candy are you? brought to you by Quizilla
Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1086927135493400872004-06-11T00:11:00.000-04:002004-06-11T00:12:15.493-04:00Quizzy Night
Well...this result with the last one... Ah.. Interesting to say the least:
Congrats! Your a Pure Angel! Angels, as far as mostof them go, are all compatabile creatures, butPure ones simply are symbols of God. PureAngels always appear when a child is born, whena rainbow is seen, or when someone shares theirfirst kiss. They never grow old, an can appearin the shape of a naked woman Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1086926720316179422004-06-11T00:04:00.000-04:002004-06-11T00:05:20.316-04:00*snorts*
Tramp Bear
Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You? brought to you by Quizilla
Oh dear... /falls off chair laughing/Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1086923844352891902004-06-10T23:16:00.000-04:002004-06-10T23:17:24.353-04:00oh...
I got this from Astrology.com....and its frightening in how...accurate...it is.
When Erica was born, the Sun was in the Sign Cancer, the Healer. Erica has a powerful imagination, combined with a remarkable ability to tune into someone's deepest self and to make people feel safe around her. Erica longs to be treated with as much profound sensitivity and nurturing as can give. Erica wants Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1086922868424057772004-06-10T22:55:00.000-04:002004-06-10T23:01:08.423-04:00I had an overwhelming sense of ickiness...
Clueless is simply filled with splendid quotes.
"Girly, as far as you're concerned, I'm the Messiah of the DMV".
I love entertainment after a day at work.
I also remembered today why I despise and love working in the pharmacy.
Love it: Its something that I'm not only good at, its something I am fucking awesome at. I can be and am one of the best Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1086836807418396222004-06-09T22:54:00.000-04:002004-06-09T23:06:47.416-04:00OY
Oh, I failed the practical. No doubt. If I couldn't identify the organ at the first glance, I just turned my back and let it go. I could NOT bring myself to poke around and shift organs and STARE at a dead animal... If its got eyes...
I wrote at the bottom of my test, "I thought I could handle the dissections, but I was wrong. I know I could fail because I chose not to inspect the dissected Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1086752318336443742004-06-08T23:28:00.000-04:002004-06-08T23:38:38.336-04:00I Love My Girlfriends
My roomie came back today!! My sister came back!
Actually she was here yesterday, but I had plans for last night, so unfortunately we had to wait until tonight to bond.
She's going home tomorrow, but that's okay. We bonded.
So Pip and Erin and I all hung out tonight, doing the oh so fun girly bonding. We baked. We baked a triple chocolate chip fudge cake with identical Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1086408687007413282004-06-05T00:05:00.000-04:002004-06-05T00:11:27.006-04:00Leaving
I feel like I am leaving my childhood behind tonight.
I'm leaving The Ex, this building, its the end of my childhood.
And it hurts. It hurts.
Oh god, it hurts.Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1086358741230821712004-06-04T10:17:00.000-04:002004-06-04T10:19:01.230-04:00Missing
I have to miss my baby brother's high school graduation.
I can't miss class and no one can get up here to pick me up AND drive me back in time for the next day's class.
I'd take the train, but it takes 3 hours, not counting the bus ride there.
Fart.Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1086321873544184742004-06-04T00:02:00.000-04:002004-06-04T00:04:33.543-04:00Oog
I have eaten too much junk food and now I am paying for it.
::cries::
Oh well. It was worth it. =D Food is pretty much always worth it.
Except chicken parmesan. That meal is pure evil for my body...but it is sooo good...
::wistful sigh::Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1086296034460731212004-06-03T16:53:00.000-04:002004-06-03T16:53:54.460-04:00Hamster
I want a hamster. Its been almost a year since I've had one and I want one really badly. If you pick the right one, hamsters can be awesome pets.Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1086226533266791782004-06-02T21:24:00.000-04:002004-06-02T21:35:33.266-04:00Calmer
Lawd, I am lonely. I mean, I have all my friends, both in the real world and the internet world. I'm not lonely for The Ex. Not when he can reduce me to tears.
I just want to be held. Cuddled. Snuggled. And honestly? Its something a girl friend cannot do.
I do not want to be anyone's girlfriend right now. I don't want a heavy hardcore relationship. I have too many scars from this lastIcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1086221498358019662004-06-02T20:10:00.000-04:002004-06-02T20:11:38.356-04:00Shit
I'm a perma-red head off of a Level 1.
Even Prell shampoo ain't doing it.
I want to be my golden blonde self!!!!!!
I have to be blonde by the 14th. I WILL be blonde by the 14th!Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1086216881365104582004-06-02T18:47:00.000-04:002004-06-02T18:54:41.366-04:00I can't win
I walk away, and supposedly I'm running away.
I know that I am not walking away from this innocent, but that doesn't make anything you've done right.
I just want to restart and my past keeps finding a way to strangle me. I need to be prepared for this class we are taking. So I can handle myself professionaly and focus on my work as an actor and not worry about anything vindictive Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1086149696623864872004-06-02T00:12:00.000-04:002004-06-02T00:14:56.623-04:00*giggles deviously*
Just to giggle.
I just found out if I can get into this apartment... Its in a totally different building!!! Sweeeeeeeet. I'm going to try and get in before the end of the week.
The sooner I shake the old vibes and start working the new ones, the better.
Meanwhile, its bedtime. Hot day tomorrow. As in temperature. Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1086062920505983852004-05-31T23:54:00.000-04:002004-06-01T00:08:40.506-04:00Cleaning out that closet
YES!! New housing!!! Hopefully on a different floor. Which I will never post here as I do not want certain pieces from my past knowing where I live. Every time I make an effort to kick his sorry ass from my life, he finds someway back in. Not this time. I have a new SN, one that is more suited to me, hopefully new housing, and a new outlook.
The change of screenname? Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1085962806745257382004-05-30T20:14:00.000-04:002004-05-30T20:20:06.746-04:00"She wore an itsy bitsy teeny weeny white and rainbow striped bikini"
Oh yeah. That's right. I did. For the first time...last night, actually.
Ah, the heated pool. Makes swimming at nine oclock at night in 60 degree weather possible.
Somehow, at some point in my life, I got sexy enough to pull off a white string bikini.
WHITE!!!!!!!
o.O
Meanwhile, I'm at Erin's house for the weekend, Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1085725210206796852004-05-28T02:05:00.000-04:002004-05-28T02:20:10.206-04:00Warning: More Anger More Angst
I'm putting warning tags on all my pissed as hell posts.
Don't give me that bullshit offer of friendship. Don't tell me platitudes so you feel like you can walk away from this a better person.
Don't tell me to leave you alone when YOU are the one who came to me when I was. And don't mock me and tell me that I can't go a day without contacting you. Don't insult meIcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1085714625866656952004-05-27T23:23:00.000-04:002004-05-27T23:23:45.866-04:00Dear Non Actors
This is something I think everyone not involved with theatre should read. In some ways, its embarrassing, but truer than any of my friends and I choose to admit. Maybe it will help. Yeah, it could very well take people out of my life forever, but... its necessary.
Dear Non-Actors;
I'm speaking on behalf of the entire acting community here. I'm about to tell you something Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1085714564946847872004-05-27T22:49:00.000-04:002004-05-27T23:22:44.946-04:00Constant Sorrow
Lawd, do I love that song. Its playing right now. I know George Clooney didn't sing it, but dang, did he do a good job of lip synching it. I ::heart:: the Soggy Bottom Boys. I could use alot of cheery music right now.
Warning now: Angry, somewhat angsty, post ahead. Consider yourself warned.
I had an emergency therapy session the other day. Wednesday, actually. I didn't go to Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1085518193064983152004-05-25T16:47:00.000-04:002004-05-25T16:49:53.066-04:00Honesty
Never underestimate the power of honesty in matters of the heart. For the last two months, I've gone nearly crazy, thinking I'm reading into things, putting things in places that aren't there. Constantly second guessing, reviewing things said and done...And I couldn't walk away. I really really couldn't give him what he needs because I didn't have what I needed.
And its bittersweet. ButIcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1085265605478596282004-05-22T18:38:00.000-04:002004-05-22T18:40:05.476-04:00Red
Should I go red? As in "not found in nature" red? Its a 6-12 washout color rinse........Light blonde is a natural hair color put on there....I'm just afraid of it permanently staining my naturally light hair but lawd almighty I want to at least TRY being that kind of a redhead...Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1085235111555995562004-05-22T10:09:00.000-04:002004-05-22T10:11:51.556-04:00::twitch::
First, bow down for Ye Are Not Worthy!
Please pardon me while I drool and lust. And I still haven't picked up WindWaker which I still want, badly.
Second, Carmina Burana is really suiting my mood rather well. I remember singing it sophomore year in high school. Good memories.
Meanwhile my roommates are going WTF? I've gone from Beyonce and No Doubt to Carl Orff... heh...Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1084997161073736902004-05-19T15:59:00.000-04:002004-05-19T16:06:01.073-04:00let's leave it at...
Simply... two hour lectures and my brain don't combine. It doesn't matter how much sleep I get the night before or not.. Doesn't even matter if the professor is passionate and vivacious (which she is). If you talk at me for two hours, I'm out. Like a light. zzzzzzz...
My notes look like complete scribble, not because of bad handwriting, but because I kept passing out Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1084738568238353172004-05-16T16:03:00.000-04:002004-05-16T16:16:08.240-04:00....
I was reading Margaret Cho's blog (see side link). I realized how fluffy my blog might seem, how it could be indicative of my personality, but its not.
What spurred this was the realization that I've never really talked about anything serious in my blog, outside of my journey out of my depression.
She's right. This has been an absolutely horrible week. I don't usually speak about these Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1084734460490591582004-05-16T15:07:00.000-04:002004-05-16T15:07:40.490-04:00Which Legendary Actress are you?
Hm.... Interesting.Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1084719100495470322004-05-16T10:36:00.000-04:002004-05-16T10:51:40.496-04:00Catching up
So what has my life been like? Friday, I was seriously craving chocolate, me being a girl, and this being That Week, so I decided a little stroll to Subway for their cookies would be harmless.
Or so I thought.
As I was crossing Clove, I realized that the yellow bus driver coming down the road didn't see me, so I booked it across.... straight into a family of geese! As in Mama, Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1084627075211501842004-05-15T09:06:00.000-04:002004-05-15T09:52:08.916-04:00And with that, a chapter closes...
So I'm moving into summer housing today. I know, its like, so you're switching apartments, what's the big deal?
The big deal is, there will be no more roomie nights with my roomie of three years. She's going into the real world. We won't be living together next year. She's been my second sister and her not being here is very hard. The last two days I've walkedIcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1084309469604304452004-05-11T16:49:00.000-04:002004-05-11T17:04:29.603-04:00Green Gold
The gala was very nice. I have discovered I am the type of person that likes having someone to share it with. Not that I need someone, just really would like to be with someone for it.
Things with the Hockey Player are... I can't say progressing, but he knows I'm not backing down and that I am stronger than I ever was before. I still love him very much. And my roommate tells me that Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1083869507067054262004-05-06T14:51:00.000-04:002004-05-06T14:56:06.373-04:00ITS GALA TIME!
Tonight, the Theta Alpha Phi Gala for the Theatre Department. I think I'm all set. Just need to solidify ride plans. My "date" is my best friend and her boyfriend. Woohoo! My first threesome! Hahaha.
Moving on...I got the Very Sexy Strapless which is, without a doubt, the best damn bra in the world. And it comes with attachable straps---color me Happy!! I did a really glammed outIcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1083772426275462042004-05-05T11:53:00.000-04:002004-05-05T11:58:04.076-04:00I guess this is part of losing my brains
First off...I am stuck in the final part of the first level of Darkened Skye. GARGH! Stupid little sniping shitheads...I keep looking and looking for a good position to snip at the little shitheads and there is none because they are so freaking high up and I'm stuck in this damn busted up tower. GAAAAH! And don't get me STARTED on Starfox Adventures. DamnIcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1083261193476256532004-04-29T13:53:00.000-04:002004-04-29T13:57:25.293-04:00When you go skinny, you lose your brains
No. Really. I've lost some serious weight this past week and I realized I have a flat, slightly toned tummy --and getting toner.
So what do I wear today as a means of feeling good about myself? My soopah low slung jeans -the ones with the fun suggestive seaming up the back-, a teal halter top with a keyhole in it, high heels, and my hair styled Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1083103494191428912004-04-27T18:04:00.000-04:002004-04-27T18:09:02.436-04:00Oy vey
Lawwwwd, how I wish this semester would end!!!
I feel like... I feel tired. Ready for a new start. Somewhere. Unfortunately, that somewhere is here...again. But maybe it can work out. I can start swimming again. And working out once this damn scene is up.
To add insult to injury, remember that little sprint I made in the city Saturday? Well, its given me a beeeeeyooootiful cough. So Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1082875715620732652004-04-25T02:48:00.000-04:002004-04-25T02:52:39.966-04:00city day
Ooh. Got to listen to Jason Robert Brown perform tonight.
Missed my bus. Nearly got stuck in the city. Got a nice rescue ride after much haraunging.
Dead tired. Feet hurt. Heart hurts.
Fucking men.Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1082655306712622132004-04-22T13:35:00.000-04:002004-04-22T13:39:07.670-04:00things must be pretty stressful right now, based on how hellish my head feels.Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1082526180283074072004-04-21T01:43:00.000-04:002004-04-21T01:46:59.140-04:00crawls into pit...dies
Boy, I had to have pissed someone somewhere off.
Guess what ladies and gents?
Remember those evil headaches that sent me to the emergency room?
Those gawdawful things that made me miserable first semester?
The Headaches from Hell are back.
Now, if you'll pardon me, I'm going to go crawl into bed and make like a comatose person.Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1082068234717328432004-04-15T18:30:00.000-04:002004-04-15T18:34:26.733-04:00Okay, what did I do?
I'm trying to figure out what it is I did to deserve this karma.
When I did directing scenes for other students, as as an actor, I was always prompt, offbook, and ready to work.
Now, my actors are great reliable people. But no matter what, it seems like circumstance has to intervene and keep them from my rehearsals. I don't hold it again them, but jeeeez, what precisely Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1082060619414809742004-04-15T16:23:00.000-04:002004-04-15T16:27:31.340-04:00My eyes are different every day
So, today, the purple text hurt my eyes. Time to try the gray. I prefer the black background but finding a workable text color is a bit of a headache, but a great way to kill time when bored.
Whee.Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1081994533757010372004-04-14T22:02:00.000-04:002004-04-14T22:06:05.030-04:00Goddess Golden Rules
"Let there be beauty and strength, power and compassion, honor and humility, mirth and reverence within you."
I found this while roaming the vast network of the internet.
Now, I've always had leanings towards a more 'pagan' form of spirituality. Something about a faith that is open, individual, and personal. Something that embraces humanity as a whole. There's a fit hereIcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1081890432401680672004-04-13T17:07:00.000-04:002004-04-13T17:13:20.340-04:00Rain+ Lots of Rain= Worms
I love the rain. I love it when it really rains.
The downside to this?
Nine million worms all stranded on the sidewalk. Suddenly, my nice walks to class become obstacle courses, trying to avoid having squished worms on my shoes. Ewwww. Squishy. I'm reminded of a Calvin & Hobbes comic but I can't think of the game Calvin wanted to play...but my reaction is that of Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1081872448402081342004-04-13T12:07:00.000-04:002004-04-13T12:11:17.856-04:00Better
She was in school today.
She's fully aware of what's going on, more aware then her own doctors... She's going to be changing doctors. She has a very traditional endocrinologist and she's fed up with him. He won't write her scrips for the tests she needs/want...
Meanwhile, I'm going to be getting her ginger root to combat the nausea that comes with her fits. Her fits are starting to Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1081824259193398122004-04-12T22:44:00.000-04:002004-04-12T22:48:07.293-04:0021 is too young
Too fucking young to have a fucking life threatening disease take you down in less than a fucking year. Too mother fucking young.
My best friend is lying in a hospital right now, having woke up this morning so sick she couldn't move. These damn seizure thingies have been messing her up now for weeks.
I have this ungodly weight in my chest right now. Its funny how a damn hole Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1081743450817782982004-04-12T00:17:00.000-04:002004-04-12T00:21:18.123-04:00Happy Easter
Enjoy.
warning: Not for the Peeps Lovers of the world.
I still can't figure out why people eat these damn chick shaped sugar shocks in a package in the first place... Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1081642617899137872004-04-10T20:16:00.000-04:002004-04-10T20:20:43.670-04:00Men!
Are unbelievably annoying. Irritating.
Wish they could just say what's on their minds.
Well, the curiousity and anticipation has killed my appetite so I'm losing weight, at least.
bah.Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917889.post-1081460417499375072004-04-08T17:40:00.000-04:002004-04-08T17:44:43.750-04:00Nothing brightens your day, like...
Hm.. My original thought was, beautiful sunshine on a warm lovely spring day. Which was immediately superceded by sarcasm and cynicism.
Nothing, I mean, absolutely nothing brightens your day like climbing onto the shuttle, while its raining, discovering that not only is the bus packed, humid, and loaded with stale air....the bus is packed with a bunch of Icyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07558516605319020405noreply@blogger.com