of course.

d: whats jesus's last name

M: um.




3 days later on the way to california:

D: yeah i get like 300 miles to a gallon. so its pretty good.

M: wow. thats really great. ha...

D: wait.

Food Stamps

M and I are at walmart after a long drive home from wyoming and we got our shiznit that we needed and went to the checkout. so whatevs right? nothing out of the ordinary. Well I'm standing by the register putting my wallet away and i'm listening to the girl in line after me.

now dont take the following description as me being judgemental, its just me giving you a visual. She is really tall, medium weight for a tall girl, black hair, monroe piercing, skater shoes, low cut shirt with boobies hanging out, LOOTS of black eyeliner, and lots of foundation make-up. She is with two dudes: one dressed normal and one with a flat cap on, turned to the side of course, a gianormous hickie on the front left of his neck, baggy pants, a wife beater under a zip up hoodie that was, yes, unzipped. you get the picture.

well, as i'm standing there putting my wallet away, i hear her ask the cashier for a pack of cigs. one of the dudes with her says, "you can't put that on the food stamps card."

She replies, "no i'll just slide the food stamps card for the other stuff."

I literally stopped for a second and stared. Here's what was going through my head. We have a girl spending all her money on lots of eyeliner, piercings, foundation, and cigarettes, and she is using FOOD STAMPS. like seriously. I'm not down with this situation at all. I'm scrounging for money to go buy stuff to eat for breakfast, and she has a f***ing food stamps card but spends her own money on CIGARETTES. really. this is an issue.

Picking up Chris and Tracy from the airport

I was pretty sure i could do it. i mean, it's not THAT hard. I left in time to go down and park in the parking garage. I go to the parking garage and park. I look around and it's all pretty much really nice cars around me... Then it made sense why the sign in front of me said "Hertz 46." They were all rentals. I back out, and go ask the dude how the crap i get into the civilian parking garage becuase i just want to pick up my cousin and his girlfriend who are in the navy. he tells me with his indian accent "go out and pollow de exit sign and go lebt. den curb back around and go back in to da lebt."

....ok thanks. so i do just that. aaaaaand ended up in the same spot. so i end up going out AGAIN and parking in the economy parking lot. i walk in following the "Walkway to Terminals" sign, and meet up with Chris and Tracy. We grab their bags and head out to the parking lot... i thought. After walking the perimeter or the airport, i realized i had no idea where my car went. We ended up jumping one barrier and another fence and i finally found my car. but that's not all. we were driving home and chris was so into my pod and my system that he forgot to tell me where to exit. we ended up exiting off I-80 east and driving in some dirt road in some city. Well we finally made it home and I ended up having to call matt once i left to navigate me back home.

I called him and he was like "ok, now tell me what street you're on and what direction you're heading.

D: "I'm on 5400 West going east."

M: "doniell east/west streets go north and south..."

D: "WELL. F. idk where the crap i am."

so we go through this whole run around somehow i missed Bangerter, Redwood Road, and I-215. finally he navigates me back to I-15 where i head home.

It's my fever....

D: "How do you drive from Alaska?"

M: "Canada."

D: "It's attached?!"



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M: "And maybe while we're there we can get some dill pickle ice cream too. hahaha"

D: "no that will probably hurt my throat more."

M: ??? yeah...

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Untitled.

throughout the course of my first semester at college, my eyes have been opened to many realizations, whether they are fascinating, heartbreaking, inspiring, or painful. its hard for me to sometimes keep myself motivated to do what my heart feels like i need to do.

the world is headed in a direction where women are supposed to be advancing to where men were. Women are supposed to be included with the current leaders of the world, but it is very clear to me, now, why there are so few women in positions that are dominated by men. its becuase as soon as men see a woman advancing, they feel intimated and imposed upon. Men will do anything to keep themselves looking powerful. There are very few who respect the potential and success of others. Men will [un-knowingly] be harder/unfair to a woman on the rise to protect themselves from falling out of the lime light. and it's not just men that behave this way when someone new steps in. women also become very defensive when faced with a similiar situation.

i did not realize just how frequent these tendencies have become until, over the last few weeks, i have experienced them first hand. since the beginning of october, i have been striving to become a member of a certain organization which requires tremendous strength, potential, and determination. i am the only female currently striving for this position, and, at first, i didn't think it would make a difference. since then, i have been yelled at, singled out, unnecessarily pressured, and not pressured when necessary. I try to take all these things as a growing experience, but its hard when the mood never changes. I question why particular people say, do, and think the things they do about me, and why they do not treat the men who are equal to me the same way. the things i have been through as of late have made me feel smaller and smaller. i am having new negative experiences more frequently as i become better. i am not sure if they are pushing me to become better, or trying to stop my progression towards greatness.

i do not wish to be an esteemed leader becuase of power, money, and/or fame. i simply wish to become the best person that i can be, and it seems to me that this is threatening to certain people right now. tonight, i was singled out and forced to do something against my will. I am not sure if this person was pushing me to be better, or pushing me to fall back, but its hard to convince myself to keep pushing, when others want me in the opposite direction.

as of right now, i feel very down on myself. my efforts are either not appreciated or not recognized.

or maybe i am just wrapped in self pity.

we'll see what happens and where i decide to go.

I'm pretty cool.

to m: "yeah i need to go to walmart cuz i dont have any toast for my cereal."

m: ".....oh cool."

d: he looks like an albino bear.

m: ....like a polar bear?

d: oh. yeah. those.

duuuuummbb as a rock.

i find it hilarious that one of my roommates read my blog and thinks she knows what she's reading. in earlier posts, i stated that "we have broken fibulas and STDs to deal with." turns out one particular person took it literally and got all freaked out that she was going to get an STD from my boyfriend. I will just let her run with this one. In fact, i'm now infected, she's probably infected becuase he rubbed his STD ridden genitals all over the sinks in both bathrooms. And when I was showering, now that i'm infected because he and i have so much sex, i accidentally let the water hit my genitals and now the shower has STD all over it. so. shit i guess. these STDs are getting way out of control and the government should probably include this information in the 2010 census and lock up all the people that have STDs so the perfect, clean, angelic world on the outside can't be infected. :)

also. here come the devil child posters.

dragon is on FIRE.

LLLIIINNNUUXX.

is pretty awesome. in fact, i'm typing this blog post from linux. my desktop is all linux minty and so is my screen saver and stuff and so yeah. i'm going to try to triple boot my computer. becuase why? idk it's fun. what's the point? there is none. it's just fun. oK??? and also. I missed PT again this morning. I'm really having issues.

I'm straight up broke. People keep offering me loans but I will only accept one from a bank. and so far no banking institution has offered me a loan. I am debating whether to sell my sound system or not. It makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about it driving away in someone else's car. but i need the money. I think i could only get like 350 out of it but thats still a month's rent right there. but here's the ultimate question: is a month's rent worth parting with my two beautiful subwoofers? i'm receiving a no.

I've applied at a few other places for a job and we'll see what happens, but if plans to move into a different establishment with different persons next year are going to be set into stone, then i really need to have a better income. especially if i want to have hermit crabs (ashley and gunther will be their names) and a puppy and a kitten and fish. and a vaccuum. unfortunately, logan isn't much of a market for prostitution.

last item of business, i'm coloring my hair back to my natural brownish black color due to the cost of maintaining other colors that aren't natural. :(

aaand linux is still cool.
and M too.
and E of course.
whatevs.
dragon out.

The Air Force.

Is dope.

I got yelled at today and it was fantastic. I was two minutes late so I had to drop down and do 15 pushups. and then later in the class we were too comfortable standing at attention so we had to do 15 more push ups. its pretty legit.

k bye.

me and the E hate college cuz its full of bollege.

i think that title very well speaks for itself. the only good thing that college has brought me so far is M and also the Air Force.

the AF is dooooooope for sure. but aanyway. so turns out both elizabeth and i can't stand college very well at all. i guess that's an issue seeing as it's kind of important to get a degree. We both tend to just sleep through classes [of no importance anyway] and not do the homework and be depressed and very UNmotivated.

I, however, realized that the explanation for my lack of motivation as of late was due to my diet. Every since M, I have become a member of what we like to call, The Cool Fat Kids Club. (side note: it was the Fat Kids' Club but it had to be changed due to Sloth becoming a member. and we don't like sloth. so we excommunicated ourselves, and made The Cool Fat Kids Club.) But so i have been eating reeeaally bad food at an obscene rate. Well, I turned into a super duper biznitch all of a sudden and it made M second guess some things i'm sure. That's when i realized i needed to not be that way anymore.

Diet changed. Exersice back on schedule. But now we have broken fibulas and STD's to deal with. so. i am doing all i can to try and keep myself motivated to do my school work and to also try and think of new, creative ways to make M not be miserable.

Elizabeth, on the other hand. is keeping herself happy by cutting her hair for free due to her new job as a nanny for her hairdresser. dude. my skin MAY be a tiny bit green because my hair hasn't been done in a few MONTHS. which is quite hard on me. haha.

The Shack isn't cutting it paycheck wise. If it weren't for my dad, rent would not be paid for the month of October. But the month of November is still looming in the air. At 10 hours a week, i seem to be slowly sinking into the pit of financial nothingness. which is also very unusual for me, making it hard to grasp. or accept, rather. I'm trying to get a 2nd job, but leaving certain objects of affection (ie: my shrimp and stuffffffffffff) would be a difficult issue to deal with every weekend if i go back to the OMX. I had an interview at Maurice's the other day, but she said she is doing 2nd interviews next week, and I just don't know if I can wait that long for the money.

Student loans are an option, but i already have a loan out on my car, and I am trying to get through college debt free. (too bad i can't run as fast as d. lang and just be on full-ride even if i dont have too much of a brain.)

other than that, life is good. I am headed back on my "think positive" track, because when i was consistently "thinking positive," i was always happy. and happy moja is what we like to see. Right, Elizabeth? that's what i thought.

here's a picture in the mean time.

the shack. love it. and possibly him....??

so. i work at the shack as we all know. things are pretty good except for the hours. but that's ok. le garçon à la SHACK a mon coeur. need i say more? i think not.

send a text message for more info.

Class fees

So i just spent 80 bucks on freakin tickets for my stupid creative arts class. we have to go to the theatre and watch plays, which i love doing, but not when i have to buy all of them myself. good lord.

one thing i do love, however, is getting up at 5 30 and getting to the school by 0550 to go workout with the cadets. and i'm not even being sarcastic. i honestly had a ton of fun this morning.

also, i hope to be starting my hip hop dance class this wednesday. DOOPPPE!!!!

ok new update YEAH. somebody say "yeaaaah"

newest update:

Last night i was feeling super super sick cuz of the stupid chinese food at the mall where i work. so
B dawg and i almost didn't hang out. but then he texted me and asked if he could come see me and i was just like "whatevs yo i'm still sick but it's all dope" or something like that that was ballin and chill.

he comes over. we watch miss congeniality and it was fun.

next item of business:

i went to a meeting for The SHACK today and my hell some of the other SHACK people are really weird. So. That was a good way to put me on edge this morning. Granted, i learned a ton and am really glad i went but this one dude like would not shut up! we were talking about how we were in college and stuff and he just kept going "ah yeah yeah i remember that. you just have to keep pushin through. just keep pushin through." and all this other bull shit that i've already been told 560 times. i was bugged for sure.

then i went and met up with elizabeth at gateway (OH MY GOD IT WAS SOOOOOOOO GOOD TO SEE YOU DUDE.) and we chatted it up cuz we tend to talk a lot. then we went back to her dad's apt. and i ate her cereal and cookies and then we slept. see bottom pic. (up)

then i went home and snagged a few things from my house and ran into my mom at the gas station so that was pretty convenient.

then i came home to logan and john took me out to a really nice steak and seafood restaurant and gave me all the leftovers. :) YES I LOVE MY STEP DAAAAAD!

then i came back, watched an hour of MTV and then my roommates and i went bowling. see pic at top. well i bowled a 59. my very last frame, i told my roommates that this next bowl was called "The MOJA." so i head up to the lane, begin to throw my ball and slip, ball flies out into lane, i fall, land on my stomach, do a full 180 IN the lane, look back, and there was my strike.

my nephew morgan is the least disappointing boy in my life right now.
i sincerely hope he doesn't grow up to be a womanizer.

dope night. preeetttty dope night for SURE.

so i have this new friend, well ok like 80 new friends, but the one i'm referring to right now will be called "T." So T and I have astronomy class together. T decided not to buy a textbook. I decided i'm ok with him and I sharing :) aaanyway. not sayin i'm into him just yet but the dude is legit and he is a study buddy for a class that i personally find really boring. (side note: d. lang is in that class but won't talk to me for some reason because he finds it to be an "awkward situation." oh well i guess.)

SO. i head over to T's house to do some astronomical reading, and we did some very uninteresting reading. something about 9 trillion 460 billion kilometers away from the sun and something about supernovae and local solar neighborhood and raisin cake. yeah idk i learned a lot.

we head back over to my apartment and he chats it up with my roommate for a while, turns out they know eachother, and then leaves.

An hour later, J (my roommate), S (other roommate), and I leave for the "foam dance" up on campus. Well who do i run into? MY BEST FRIEND MATT and Devon and Alicia and Trevor and a girl I don't know. Me and Devon all grind up on eachother (even though i am not a fan of grinding so i just kinda bobbed up and down like yeeaaahh) and Matt and Alicia grinded (ground??) and so it was definitely a party.

THEN. i be a good little hostess and take the group of us back to my apartment and we all pop into the hot tub and pool and have fun. Devon i think just broke up with his gf like 2 weeks ago so he was bein nice and flirty. ;) not a problem there.

so we had an awesome time. In the hot tub i see people i already know and meet new people and turns out my tattoo is a hit. although, for some reason, people keep thinking its dragon. oh well i guess.

they just left. I'm sitting in bed typing this. Gotta get up for JCOMM tomorrow in which i get to see my zumiez dudes. so. DOPE. needless to say. tonight was pretty dope.

hey Elizabeth... i love you dude. you need to be up here because classes are so much fun and you actually want to do the work for them and becuase people up here are all so eager to meet everyone else. can't wait for the day when you and i are roomies yo.

volleyball? not so much.

So i just got back from playing volley ball in the sand with some dudes from my complex. well too bad i've completely lost my skill.

it all started with my roommate and me laying out in the sun by the pool. all the dudes left and one came back like 10 minutes later and asked if we wanted to play. i told him that i wasnt that good and he very reluctantly said, "thats ok..." haha so my roommate and i went on over to the pit and began playing. yeah. she's skilled. i'm not. whatever. suddenly, one of the dudes noticed my tattoo. well the best way to piss me off is to call my tattoo a dragon after i keep telling you that it's a phoenix bird. So they started calling us "team dragon." dope. ???????

finally it came time to peace out. well they were all sorts of into my roommate and got her number and all that and i was just standing by the side. looking silly with my fucking dragon. then one of the dudes was like "well phoenix it was nice to meet you." haha so i guess now they refer to me as "phoenix."

tonight i'm going to a "foam dance" which sounds pretty legit. but i have just been informed that there is dye in the foam which will stain your clothes. so. how am i supposed to look cute if i can't wear cute clothes.

updated picture of me while not being soaked from the rain

Classes that i'm taking.

so my schedule is as follows:

Monday:

• PT work out with the cadets at 6 AM
• Creative Arts in the auditorium with 200 other ppl
• nothing for the rest of the day. niiiice

Tuesday:

• JCOMM 1500 with Zumiez dudes.
• Astronomy with Devin (who idk what his deal is.) and with Tanner... dude for a future story who was told by my roommates boy toy that i am psycho.

Wednesday:

• same as monday only add my Aerospace Studies class after Creative Arts
  

Thursday:

• Same as tuesday only add my Air Force leadership lab in the evening
  

Friday:

• same as monday.

these dudes are so weird. and i'm broke. and zumiez is dope.

so. today i went into The Shack, my new job up in Logan, and i took some clothes with me to get them approved by my boss so i could wear them to work. well. turns out, only 1 shirt and 1 pair of pants get approved. i'm screwed right? yes becuause i have zilch dollars till friday. So i head on over to Maurice's cuz my boss's wife works there. turns out she's dope. well we're running around finding all this stuff and i am like "wait. i only have freakin 20 bucks."

so i walk out of the store with one shirt. one. button up. black. shirt. thats it. so. until friday i will be wearing the same outfit to work. so. shit.

but. what store is across from the shack?? Zumiez. Who works at Zumiez? the dope dude from my JCOMM class. His name is B. And he also has this friend named C. So after i was at The Shack getting my clothes approved, i stopped into Zumiez and said "wut up" to my homie, B. Well, this dude decided that in Zumiez, they give people hugs. Haha so I'm all giving people hugs all up in Zumiez! DOPE! Well on my way out, B dawg said to stop in on my way out of the mall.

So i head over to Maurices... yada yada (read 3 paragraphs up) and then head back over to Zumiez to say "peace out" to B dawg. He's legit.

Well at this point, the other B is with me. So we're walking out of the mall and he like. idk. he's acting weird. Definitely not the same as the first time i had met him when me and elizabeth hung out at cold stone.

So we're walking out to my car and the dude like can't stop twitching. So i was like hmmmm. am i wearing pants? am i wearing a shirt? ok so i'm wearing both very conservative pants and a shirt, (believe it or not) yet the dude is still all twitchy. So we get out to my car and since he isn't saying anything, i go on this rant about how i just spent 25 bucks on one single black shirt. but the whole time i'm talking he wont quit moving. and........ yeah. not the same as i remember. so oh well i guess. pictures and words can be deceiving, and i should know by now to not say things until i'm absolutely positive about who i'm saying them to.

But i'm sitting her blogging this, its a few hours later, and B texts me and said he wanted to kiss me. well. we all know why i cant be kissed without permission. and also we all know that i dont like touchy feely canoodly bull shit. so i texted him back and said i'm glad he didn't, and now he's all hurt about it.

MEANWHILE.

W and L are still buggin. I mean honestly they will NOT leave a sister alone. you'd think that if i dont text them for like 3 days they'd get the picture. apparantly not. W facebooks me today and says "um if you want space and i'm bugging you just let me know."

"well hello mr dumb shit, the fact that i haven't texted you back for a week should be hint enough that i dont want to talk to you ever again becuase you went off about your messed up past on our DATE." so W decides to text elizabeth and ask, "um what did i do to doniell?" gee i dont fucking know????!?!??!?!

and so then L texts me today and says, "um did i do something to upset you?"

???????????? my hell.