I'm lame and here's a few of my favorite female vocalist...

Ok, so I know that we're done with blogging or whatever, but I really do find this thing relieving. I just got off of work and I'm frustrated with all of the people I work with. Is it really that hard to serve pancakes? Gr. I wonder if these idiots know their ass from their head at times. One girl I work with complained all night about she didn't have any money to feed her kids. Then she asks me if I need anything from the liquor store. HELLO MELISSA! Use your damn beer money to feed your kids or close your damn legs(like I said, I apologize, but I'm pissed). Stupid people should not reproduce.

Did you,(whoever, if anyone) know that Melissa Ethridge is amazing? Her newer stuffs kinda lame, but back in the days of the 'chrome plated heart', she was a badass. Sheryl Crow, Blondie, Patti Smith, Brody Armstrong, Pat Benetar, Alanis Morsette, Gwen Stafani(older Gwen), and Regina Spector.....good stuff guys!!!

Just Chill Out and Blog

When we were first assigned to keep a blog, I thought it sounded ridiculous. Can keeping a journal really help me with my writing technique? As it turns out, it helped me in a huge way. The fact that the blog topics were kept open and allowed me to write about whatever I want to was great. If I couldn't think of anything to write about, I could write about the topic picked in class. Being that the topic was picked at random by fellow classmates, it was always interesting and easy to relate to. One of my big writing issues is making a clear focus and sticking with it. Even though the blog was lenient about content, it still helped me develop a better sense of focus. It was also nice to be able give and receive feedback from classmates. I feel that blogging back a forth gave us a better chance to know each other. The very best part for me was being able to vent and ramble about my opinions. So, not only was it a learning experience, but a great stress reduction tool!

I AM SO FRUSTRATED!!!!

GRRRR!!!!!!! Ok, thats a little better. I'm sitting here trying to work on my portfolio and going nowhere with it. I've been working on it since I got home from work around 3pm. It's really hard to write an essay about how your writing style has improved, when your the one who's writing the essay. Do you know what I mean? I could think that I'm a great writer, yeah, whatever, but from another persons perspective, I suck. Everyones at a different level. I do think that I've improved, but I'm having a really really hard time writing an essay about that. Gr. The worst part about it is that I have no time to work on it. I have tonight, but I've been up since 4 am due to my stupid freaking work and I have to be up early for class. Then I have to work tomorrow after school and almost all day Tuesday. Lame. Ok, I'm done bitching, I just find this blogging thing really relaxing. It lets me vent and doesn't tell me to shut up haha.

Smoking...Blame it on the Parents(and lack of self control?)

So I noticed a trend the other day. If you have parents in which smoked, you are more way more likely to start smoking yourself. I decided to do a little survey on random customers at work. I found that about 78% of the smokers that I surveyed, (which was the majority of the crowd)had parents that were currently smokers, or had smoked for a significant amount of time. Weird, huh? My mother is a smoker, and my father. I think part of my downfall started when I started working at a gas station in Conifer, under the table. They gave me cigarettes for me and my ma all the time. I was only 14 when I got the job. Dad smoked for almost 20 years. Its crazy...we say that we don't want to be like our parents....yet the majority of us picking up so many attributes from our mother and father.....

I <3 Punk Rock

You'd think the younger generation would come up with something new. Nothing will ever be as great (or counter culture) as the mid-70's punk scene in NYC. (I think I was born way to late)It was new, innovative, and totally counter culture. If you were a part of it you were truly an outcast. No one listend to the Ramones, the talking heads, the cramps, blondie, Patti smith, television, etc. until sometime in the 80's when coporate moguls realized there was a buck to be made. By the 80's bands like sex pistols, dead kennedys, black flag, plasmatics, dead boys, clash, U2, and countless others were taking it main stream. We are in need of something new guy, I'm so sick of the rap generation. BLAH BLAH!

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Ahhh...the Holidays...

Suck. I am not ready for Christmas guys! Today at my work, they started playing freakin Christmas carols. Ewww. Its amazing how Christmas pops up out of nowhere. I'm still stuck on Halloween! I hate how stressed out everybody gets. Plus, people get really cheap and forget that servers make less than $4 an hour. Tonight, work sucked. The place was dead and the people had spent all of their money on gifts.......We all start freaking out about buying material things for the people in out lives and,(as corny as this sounds) forget about the things that really matter. Being around the people we care about and having a good time. AHHHH I HATE CHRITMAS!!!! OK, now that I got that out of my system......I feel a little better.

Stupid Fuzzy Dog Coats

Ok lady, your dog does not need a coat. It has one. I can understand the cute little water dish and rhinestone collar, but the fu-fu pink coat with the gemstones is grossing me out and I feel bad for your dog. Do you think the poor thing honestly likes it? Maybe if it's a Chihuahua and it's cold out. Sadly, my mom is one of these people. It's weird, shes a 'mountain' woman thats always had sheepdogs and mastiffs and what not, but recently she got this little yippee yorkie thing. She dresses the damn thing up. Its hilarious. Shes such a sweet little dog, but I can't help but laugh at her when my mother straps on that fuzzy tie-dye sweater. It's pathetic. My favorite part is when she insists on taking the dog out like that in public. I pretend like I don't know her.

I'm kind of a hypocrite though, I love to spoil my cat, Oliver. He's my boy! He doesn't have a fuzzy coat or anything like that, but I do keep him stocked up on fuzzy mince and Kittie treats. I give him cat nip all the time too, its hilarious.....and it wears him out so he doesn't try to eat my face or feet when I'm trying to sleep. He's an only cat so all of my friends and family spoil him. I told my family that their never getting grandkids from me, so I guess they think the need to spoil the cat haha.