Yay Me

I'm surrounded by assholes.

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Wow

Holy ass, I'm bored. Bored enough to scan in allergy test results from two years ago. And then share them with the world. Wow.

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I can't get my right ear to pop; this is very irritating.

Guess I'll work on my Burn It CD's.

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Sooooooo Bored

Bored out of my skull. I'm still contemplating going to the post office, but it's cold outside (OK, it's 55 degrees but I'm fevered so it's cold outside,) and I dunno if I will.

Anywho, I bring you the tulips my Mom and I planted last year.
Black Tulips because I rock.
Yellow Tulips W/Red Accents.
I love tulips, just so everyone knows. And sweetheart roses.

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You Go Now

Everyone must see this movie as soon as possible. Mmmm, Phil Varone.

I wound up scrounging up some food, but I'm still contemplating a drive. Fuck this sitting at home by myself bullshit. I have a car, so I'll go find something to do. Besides, the windows are down and my t-tops are out; probably not a good idea to leave the car like that overnight. I'm not worried about someone stealing the car, I've left car keys in the ignition or in the door overnight numerous times and had no problems, but I am worried about rain. Even though it's not supposed to rain until Wednesday, I can't be 100% sure since I live in Northeast Ohio. You know, where it can snow in the morning and be 65 degrees 8 hours later.

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Thought I Was Over It

Must have these two pairs of Docs:



On another note, I'm getting another cold sore, at a different spot on my lower lip. How fucking wonderful.

Per usual, I'm tired of people not calling me when they're supposed to, but that'll never change. People will always be jerkoffs to me whenever they have the opportunity.

I can't decide if I want to go for a drive, or if I want to prepare my Spring Burn It CD's.

Hungry.

I keep having nightmares about Michael Myers. What's up with that shit?

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AudBlog Update

Pretty Birdy

So Morgan ripped off the awful ground effects yesterday. Now there's this big piece of metal sticking off the side of the car; some type of support for the GFX. Oh well, it still looks better than those horrible GFX.
A photo.

The neighbors have their fucking stereo up sooooooo loud I can't even hear my TV. I'm watching a screener DVD of Without A Trace, so it hasn't been mastered and the volume is really low. Fucking ridiculous. I told them it woke me up, I'm sick and was trying to sleep. Their reply? "We thought no one was home." Right, and I'm going to leave the house without my car. The worst part is it's country music. Grrrrrrrr.

I'll AudBlog later since I'm too lazy to type anymore.

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Neh

Not that anyone cares, but earlier today I noticed a big-assed bruise (circled for your convenience) on the top of my hand. Morgan claims he heard me say "Ow" as I whapped my hand on a door a couple days ago, so I guess that's where it came from, but damn if I remember. So yeah, I rock.

Must get license plates today; my 30 day tags expire at midnight.

Sneezing, coughing, sore throat, headache, backache, runny nose. How I love Morgan for sharing his cold.

Must sleep.

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Things To Blog About

dumb bitch at junkyard
phlebotomy stuff
smushy balls
camaro windshield
birdy ecm

This is for my own benefit and means nothing to any one else. And that's how I like it.

I will now go to bed since I'm sick, courtesy of my boogery Morgan.

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Jesus Pete

After I take a nap and tidy up my room, I will update my cast of characters page, and do something to my web page. There, is everyone happy?

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Ah, Technology

I looooooooove technology, when it works correctly. Check out this photo I took of Morgan with the new digi cam. It's with the digital zoom, which I guess is different than the regular zoom? I dunno, but the photo looks nice.
Morgie in my living room playing on the laptop.

A video of the piggy.
(Right click, save as. Please and thank you.)

Dammit, I need a battery charger for my camera. LOL

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Finally!

As long as the funding goes through, I'll begin phlebotomy/medical assistant training in August. I am too late for the May 23rd start date, so August it is. As long as everything goes as planned, I'll be a fully-licensed phlebotomist by the beginning of October. After that, I'll work and go to school 4 days a week/5 hours a day. Until I get a job, I'll go to class Monday-Thursday 5:30PM-10:30PM. After I get a job, depending upon what hours I work, I can either keep that schedule, or go to school 8:30AM-1:30PM. I'll be finished with the entire program March of 2006 (7 months/30 weeks.) Again, it's about damn time!

Morgan's yelling for me, and he's in the shower, so I should go see what he wants.

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Yeah, Right

The first photo I take with my new camera is a photo of my Slurpee cup and my cell phone. Nice, yes? Woo!

Got a free AC adapter for my camera, which is how I'm taking photos. So, for right now, I can take photos only as far as my extension cord will reach. : )

Someone needs smacked.

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Changes

TheLawnBunny is now ThePooper. It was time for a change, kids. I've not been with Brian, who gave me the LawnBunny nickname, for almost a year. It was time to move on to a different name. Besides, ThePooper? Come on, now, it's fucking funny. I wanted a .com but it wasn't available, so a .net it is.

My email address has changed to Lisa@thepooper.net.

My blog and moblog haven't changed.

Update your shit!

That's all I feel like typing tonight.

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Just Kill Me

Not being able to use the digi cam is killing me. I should take my cheap ass to Wal-Mart and spend the $30 on a charger, but I won't because I'm trying to show some restraint with money. This is good on my part, but it still sucks. I've looked everywhere, and the cheapest I can find a charger is $30. That doesn't include eBay, with the $4 item and $9.50 shipping. I refuse to buy from people like that. They charge $7-$10 for shipping, and when you receive the item it's in a bubble mailer with postage of $1.50. Jackasses.

Gah, I should go to bed. I got home from Morgan's house around 4:30AM, and I've been online looking for a battery charger since I got home.

That is all.

That's A Dent, Honey

So guess what Morgan found me at work today? A digital camera! Not just any digital camera, mind you, but a Canon PowerShot S230 Elph. It's so cute, and it has video with sound. I need to get a charger for it before I can use it, though, so it'll be about a week before I start bombarding my blog with videos. I've needed a new digi cam for a while; mine is starting to act up when trying to save to the video card. We haven't had the money to get one, though, so him finding one is so rock. Before everyone gets their panties in a twist, he found this camera in a traded-in vehicle that was part of a rental/shuttle fleet. The camera was under a seat, underneath a nasty, moldy banana. It's obvious the person wasn't that worried about their camera, and no one called to inquire if a camera was found. Had Morgan called the company who traded-in the van, whomever came out to pick up the camera would have kept it. If somone calls and asks about the camera, of course we'll give it back, but otherwise it's finders-keepers!! Just so you sneaky asses out there don't try anything funny, there's something odd about the case of the camera which makes for a very easy identifier.

My Firebird is rockass.

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Burning Water

You know, Lake Erie caught on fire once from all the crap floating around in it...

OK, so it wasn't the lake and it wasn't because of crap floating around in it. Still, it is funny...

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Bloogie

Morgan and Abie in the bathroom at his apartment.

Been an exciting week of laundry, dishes and cooking for the Morgie. Yesterday we took the Birdy for a drive, and he performed superbly. We also went to the mall for some exchanging at Bath and Body Works, and the grocery store. Today we slept until 6PM, and bummed around. Morgan tortured the Birdy by poking him, and messing with the flippy eyes.

I need to redo the FBody page so all of the photos are the same size. I really hate when you view a webpage and the photos are all different sizes and stuff. It's so unorganized.

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Title Goes Here

Since I can't seem to find a job with 3 years of college, I guess I have to do something in order to get a job. I'm calling tomorrow about a 10 week phlebotomy course in Kent. I can't go back to school because Akron says I owe them $2800. I would get a student loan to pay that off, but I can't get student loans until I'm enrolled, and I can't enroll until I pay that $2800. Nice, huh? Anyway, I'll find out about the course and see how much it costs.

Back to staring at the wall. I love having no one to talk to, but I'm supposed to drop everything when people call me.

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Get Bent

How about everyone goes to hell? How's that sound?

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Birdy-1, Camaro-0

I wound up driving to Alliance for Papa John's pizza. Before leaving I knew it had snowed today (the Birdy was totally covered) but my Mom claimed the roads were fine. Um, no. I'd driven less than a mile and noticed something strange with the Birdy. He was cruising along as though the roads were clear. No slipping, no sliding, nothing but going straight down the road like he should be. I don't know if it's because of the 400 pounds worth of options, or the brand new Goodyear Assurance tires on the rear, but that car spanks the Camaro's ass in snow. Seriously, I can drive the RS in snow, but it isn't fun (unless I'm doing donuts with no one around.) The Birdy is very, very good to drive in the snow; as good as my Mom's Monte, if not better. Believe it kids, I just said a 92 Birdy is better in the snow than an 01 Monte. He never slipped, he never spun his tires, he never broke traction. Even under heavy acceleration, he wouldn't break traction, and believe me, I was trying to spin the tires. Dammit, I love that car and I'm soooooo glad Morgan bought me the Birdy.

Time change is kicking my ass all ready.

Guess I'll fall asleep watching American Justice.

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Yeah, Sure

Tired of being shit on, but that's an entry for a different day.

OK, so the guy told me I'd be spraying stuff on the walls, peeling off the wallpaper then painting the rooms after taping off the trim and stuff. That's easy enough, right? Yeah, if that was all I'd have had to do it would have been fine. Turns out there were 2 layers of wallpaper on each wall, the bathroom walls were fucking horrible and he wanted this shit finished by Friday afternoon. It took me and Morgan 1.5 hours to do 3/4 of a wall in the kitchen. The guy rented a steamer instead of buying the spray on remover stuff, and it would have taken at least 2 days to get all of the wallpaper off the walls. The bathroom walls needed tiled, not painted, but the guy was too cheap to buy the tile and wanted me to sand the walls down instead. The best part was when I called him to let him know it was going to take a lot longer than previously thought, he told me I had to stay Thursday until the steaming part was finished because he rented the steamer and it had to be back by 10AM Friday. Oooooooooooh no, fuck you. So yeah, Morgan and I worked there from 10:30AM-2PM. Then we left (Morgan had to go to work,) and I wrote the guy a note on a piece of wallpaper and left it on the stairs. I repeat, oooooooooooh no, fuck you.

I'm hungry, but it fucking snowed and I don't feel like getting all bundled up to get food. I'm sure I'll wind up going out though, because I'm hungry. Yeah, second day of April and we get 4" of snow (Strongsville, at least, had 4" of snow.)

Barrett-Jackson auction (Palm Beach) is on Speed. Morgan and I watched three hours of it last night, and here I am watching more tonight.

I guess Tuesday I get to finally see inside of Morgan's Dad's house on Pleasant Valley. Morgan's going to help him refinish the bathroom, and I'll hang out and see what I can break. I'll also play with the Mazda in the garage.

Pope's dead.

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Mecha Quote

Don't know if this is good or not, but figured I'd post it anyway. mecha and I were discussing the pope's death, and he busts out with this gem in regard to me and Morgan.

"mecha" [5:24 P.M.]: it's cause of people like you that I'm reminded how full of shit christianity really is

Ah, how mecha truly rocks.

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Eh

Fuck that guy and his $100 for stripping the wallpaper/painting the walls. I'll explain when I'm more awake.

I had to share this right now, before I go to bed. Morgan and I were watching VH1 Classic (I was torturing him with Dokken, Lita Ford and Megadeth; it was Metal Mania time,) when Type O Negative's "Black No. 1" comes on. TON on VH1. VH1 Classic, nonetheless. What the fuck? Morgan took two photos as proof, because I told him I'd never have believed him had I not seen it for myself.
Photo 1
Photo 2 (End credits of video.)
To most people this isn't any big deal, but to me this is huge. Not only does it signify the fact that I'm getting old, but TON is much more mainstream than I've realized. I remember 10 years ago mentioning them and no one had any idea who the fuck I was talking about. Now, largely because of October Rust, everyone and their fucking grandma knows about TON. Not that it's a bad thing at all, but it's strange and disconcerting. If one more "huge TON fan" asks who Sal is, they're getting fucking smacked.

Bed for me.

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Oh Travis, Travis, Travis

Have I mentioned how much Travis truly rules? No, it's not his auction, but he sent me the link.

My niece Hannah turned 20 today (March 31.) Happy Birthday and stuff.

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