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Okay, I just saw this while flipping the channels and now I really want to go.
Also, I'm strangely drawn to Pastor Melissa Scott. Tell me you haven't paused on her while cruising late night TV. She has a curious manner of speaking.. I don't know if it's an accent or dialect. She breaks down scripture from Hebrew into English in order to clarify translation, all the while scrawling across a whiteboard like a mad scientist. Then there's the fact that she's hot! She stands there lecturing in her slacks and button up shirt... but her make up is done as if she would be in an evening gown. It's so confusing!
Anyway, how's your Sunday?
Also, I'm strangely drawn to Pastor Melissa Scott. Tell me you haven't paused on her while cruising late night TV. She has a curious manner of speaking.. I don't know if it's an accent or dialect. She breaks down scripture from Hebrew into English in order to clarify translation, all the while scrawling across a whiteboard like a mad scientist. Then there's the fact that she's hot! She stands there lecturing in her slacks and button up shirt... but her make up is done as if she would be in an evening gown. It's so confusing!
Anyway, how's your Sunday?
No fucking shit!
I love Conan O' Brien!
This band, Vampire Weekend, is the musical guest.
I was dating this guy and we were running to Vegas for the day to set up and breakdown for some company at a fashion convention. We were only getting paid $100 for the gig, but took it so we'd have an excuse to go to Vegas. We found a CDR in the street that had Vampire Weekend scrawled on it in red sharpie marker. We no shit rocked that CD all the way to Vegas and back.
I ended up ditching that dude three weeks later because of his... addiction problems. He consumed anything that was put in his face without any restraint. He managed to hide it from me fairly well for the first week... and I eventually tolerated a lot when he started sneaking it up on me. I think the last straw came when he stole what happened to be my last $30 to pay for a ticket to a four day concert festival, that he invited me to attend with him the day before the event, knowing full well I wouldn't be able to go on such short notice. THEN, he gets back and has the nerve to invite himself over after having not called me once over the five days he was gone. AND has nerve to ask me to buy him a cup of coffee once he gets to my place, despite my having told him not to bother coming over to begin with.
Ugh! I think it's about time I pick a winner?
Oh, but Vampire Weekend is still awesome. Best thing that came out of that entire relationship, I think.
I love Conan O' Brien!
This band, Vampire Weekend, is the musical guest.
I was dating this guy and we were running to Vegas for the day to set up and breakdown for some company at a fashion convention. We were only getting paid $100 for the gig, but took it so we'd have an excuse to go to Vegas. We found a CDR in the street that had Vampire Weekend scrawled on it in red sharpie marker. We no shit rocked that CD all the way to Vegas and back.
I ended up ditching that dude three weeks later because of his... addiction problems. He consumed anything that was put in his face without any restraint. He managed to hide it from me fairly well for the first week... and I eventually tolerated a lot when he started sneaking it up on me. I think the last straw came when he stole what happened to be my last $30 to pay for a ticket to a four day concert festival, that he invited me to attend with him the day before the event, knowing full well I wouldn't be able to go on such short notice. THEN, he gets back and has the nerve to invite himself over after having not called me once over the five days he was gone. AND has nerve to ask me to buy him a cup of coffee once he gets to my place, despite my having told him not to bother coming over to begin with.
Ugh! I think it's about time I pick a winner?
Oh, but Vampire Weekend is still awesome. Best thing that came out of that entire relationship, I think.
How I can tell that I'm into a guy? I cleeeeeeeeean!
Holy crap. One of my guy friends sends me a text saying, "What are you doing? Can I come over?" Granted, this is a friend. We've known each other for close to a year and have been nothing more than buds. Ever. But, I've always had a teeny bit of a flame for him that I try to squash by telling myself shit like, "Oh, he's like my kid brother." or, "Oh, he's as old as my kid brother." Or, "He's a kid." But, as soon as he calls, I'm vacuuming and scrubbing the fuckin' toilet, windexing mirrors... insanity! Then, he gets here and calls like, "Hey, I'm downstairs! Let's go get coffee!" Didn't even come up and see my hard work!
It's just as well. Nothing good would come of anything happening. He's a good guy and I tend to put good guys through the wringer. It's never what I set out to do... it's just what I end up doing.
Sooo... one of my friends has the Simply Music at home study program and says he'll let me use it! I've always wanted to play with that, so I'm looking forward to it!
Holy crap. One of my guy friends sends me a text saying, "What are you doing? Can I come over?" Granted, this is a friend. We've known each other for close to a year and have been nothing more than buds. Ever. But, I've always had a teeny bit of a flame for him that I try to squash by telling myself shit like, "Oh, he's like my kid brother." or, "Oh, he's as old as my kid brother." Or, "He's a kid." But, as soon as he calls, I'm vacuuming and scrubbing the fuckin' toilet, windexing mirrors... insanity! Then, he gets here and calls like, "Hey, I'm downstairs! Let's go get coffee!" Didn't even come up and see my hard work!
It's just as well. Nothing good would come of anything happening. He's a good guy and I tend to put good guys through the wringer. It's never what I set out to do... it's just what I end up doing.
Sooo... one of my friends has the Simply Music at home study program and says he'll let me use it! I've always wanted to play with that, so I'm looking forward to it!
Ack! Does anyone watch Californication? I recently got hooked on it after discovering Duchovny's ass in an episode. Good christ! I never thought Mulder was hot, but I think it might be time for me to get hooked on some X-Files, too.
There's a song that played at the end of one episode. A cover of ELO's song Do Ya, done in a folksy sorta way by a dude named Neil Nathan. So amazing! If I was feeling a little weepy-eyed at the conclusion of the episode, that song absolutely yanked the tears outta me.
Tonight my roommie and I were watching episodes of How I Met Your Mother and there was a bit in one episode about Dirty Dancing. I love love love that movie. I told her the only way I would get married is if the first dance for the bride and groom could be the Dirty Dancing dance... and I'd have to do the lifts. I guess now alls I gotta do is find a marrying type of guy who also wants to dance the Dirty Dancing dance. Maybe I can find him on Dancing with the Stars.
Today I ate fruit, nuts and the best crab cake I've ever had. But, I've only had a crab cake one time before tonight.
One of my friends took me out and treated me to said crab cake. He drives a muthafuckken Bentley, y'all. I've never been in one of those before and didn't even notice until we were on the road. I was like, "Hey -- what kinda car is this?" I thought it seemed familiar because of all the doodads on the dash. I used to oogle the Bentley of one of my clients at this spa I used to work at. That thing is a frickin tank!
There's a song that played at the end of one episode. A cover of ELO's song Do Ya, done in a folksy sorta way by a dude named Neil Nathan. So amazing! If I was feeling a little weepy-eyed at the conclusion of the episode, that song absolutely yanked the tears outta me.
Tonight my roommie and I were watching episodes of How I Met Your Mother and there was a bit in one episode about Dirty Dancing. I love love love that movie. I told her the only way I would get married is if the first dance for the bride and groom could be the Dirty Dancing dance... and I'd have to do the lifts. I guess now alls I gotta do is find a marrying type of guy who also wants to dance the Dirty Dancing dance. Maybe I can find him on Dancing with the Stars.
Today I ate fruit, nuts and the best crab cake I've ever had. But, I've only had a crab cake one time before tonight.
One of my friends took me out and treated me to said crab cake. He drives a muthafuckken Bentley, y'all. I've never been in one of those before and didn't even notice until we were on the road. I was like, "Hey -- what kinda car is this?" I thought it seemed familiar because of all the doodads on the dash. I used to oogle the Bentley of one of my clients at this spa I used to work at. That thing is a frickin tank!
I got to see Steve-o the other day! It was 8 months and 5 days since he's been sober and he was having "Skate Jam 2008" in his old skate park apartment. One last hurrah before it gets shut down. 
It was pretty awesome. I didn't know the names of all the other dudes skating aside from Ryan Simonetti, and an awesome band called Nihilism played during the skate. Steve still knows how to throw a party. And he looks really good, too.
I had a sex dream... about Kevin Smith.
It was the oddest damned thing. I mean, it was hot -- but Kevin Smith??!! I have never been into the dude. When I woke up I felt creepily aroused. Though, the day before the dream I was hanging out with one of my friends who is good friends with Kevin -- he's staying at his house while he's in town. And we were at Kevin's office at one point... I still don't get how that seeped into a sex dream about the dude.
So, what is this "Ass Party"?
It was pretty awesome. I didn't know the names of all the other dudes skating aside from Ryan Simonetti, and an awesome band called Nihilism played during the skate. Steve still knows how to throw a party. And he looks really good, too.
I had a sex dream... about Kevin Smith.
It was the oddest damned thing. I mean, it was hot -- but Kevin Smith??!! I have never been into the dude. When I woke up I felt creepily aroused. Though, the day before the dream I was hanging out with one of my friends who is good friends with Kevin -- he's staying at his house while he's in town. And we were at Kevin's office at one point... I still don't get how that seeped into a sex dream about the dude.So, what is this "Ass Party"?
Update!
I am a ditz. I couldn't get my printer to print for weeks. I thought I might have to uninstall it. I tried rebooting and everything. Then today I decided to check and see if it was plugged into my compy. It wasn't. Oops! Haha.
I'm going to see Tori Amos tomorrow!!! Yay! I'm going to head out to the event hall early and see if maybe I can catch her meet and greet.
School is going well, for the most part. I'm having a hell of a time learning the skeletal system, medical terminology and... just general anatomy. But, practice is going well. I've only learned Swedish massage so far, but I'm good at it.
I've started going to the gym. Doing massage four days a week has really shown me how out of shape I am. So - and I'm probably over doing it -- I've been at the gym, everyday, for an hour to an hour and a half working out. But, if I skip a day, I know it'll be hard to convince myself to go again. I want to get back my tight abs, thin thighs and firm ass, dammit.
I'll be in San Francisco on the 24th and 25th to visit The Lusty Lady as well as the Folsom Street Fair.
Nothing much going on.
Bye for now!
I am a ditz. I couldn't get my printer to print for weeks. I thought I might have to uninstall it. I tried rebooting and everything. Then today I decided to check and see if it was plugged into my compy. It wasn't. Oops! Haha.
I'm going to see Tori Amos tomorrow!!! Yay! I'm going to head out to the event hall early and see if maybe I can catch her meet and greet.
School is going well, for the most part. I'm having a hell of a time learning the skeletal system, medical terminology and... just general anatomy. But, practice is going well. I've only learned Swedish massage so far, but I'm good at it.
I've started going to the gym. Doing massage four days a week has really shown me how out of shape I am. So - and I'm probably over doing it -- I've been at the gym, everyday, for an hour to an hour and a half working out. But, if I skip a day, I know it'll be hard to convince myself to go again. I want to get back my tight abs, thin thighs and firm ass, dammit.
I'll be in San Francisco on the 24th and 25th to visit The Lusty Lady as well as the Folsom Street Fair.
Nothing much going on.
Bye for now!
Greetings! And happy... what the fuck holiday is it?
I've just finished masturbating not once, not twice, but thrice. I managed to get my diddling fingers on the login info for one of those pay sites. Most of the content is crap, a lot of it won't load, but ever so often I come across a gem.
Now, I'm updating my journal in order to further to procrastinate. I should be cleaning my room and getting organized. I start school tomorrow and directly afterwards I have to go to work. That will be my schedule for most of the week, so I won't have another opportunity for awhile to get it together.
I called my mom yesterday and talked her through digging up some of my old anatomy, physiology and massage therapy text books. I'm going to call her again this evening to make sure she is shipping the correct titles to me. She has a way of always sending me the exact opposite of what I ask for. Whether it's clothes, shoes, photographs... whatever. She'll say she knows the exact thing I speak of, then a few days later, "Surprise!" That's not it, at all.
While on the phone with her yesterday, I suddenly realized where my absentmindedness comes from:
"Mom! Can you please dig through my boxes of books in the garage? I need several titles for school. I'm not sure the names of them, but they are about massage therapy and anatomy. They are big. One is spiral bound."
"Oh, okay, I'm looking. Ooooh! What is this one about? Smoke and Mirrors!"
"Yes. It's a Neil Gaiman collection of short stories. I have lots of good books, feel free to read any of them. Now one of the books I need is big and blue, it has -- "
"Oh, you do have a lot of good books! Maya Angelou and Toni Morrison!"
"Yes, I know. Another book I need is smaller, it's called... Fuck. What's it called? Something about 'The Heart'... it's around 200 pages, really thin..."
"What's it called again? What's the name of the book?"
This goes on for a good 15 minutes until she suddenly rambles off a string of titles that all sound like the books I need.
I'm excited to begin classes. In order to minimizes expenses, the school loans out one textbook to the student for the duration of courses. So my other books will be very helpful in independent studies.
Later this month I'm going in for a reiki workshop and will be receiving my first attunement shortly afterwards. I haven't had a reiki session in over a year, but I've always been interested in learning more and being able to perform it on others during massage.
I also called and inquired with Barbara Brennan's school. If things go as anticipated (and they never do), I will be in Florida this time next year. Most of the course is self-study, with five meet ups throughout the year for residential training sessions.
I've been treading water for far too long. It's time to start transitioning again. Plus, I've just lost interest in the life I've been leading these days. I'm no longer motivated to party, my pastime pursuit of various men has diminished (Goddess, help me!). Since that's pretty much all my life has consisted of for the past however many months, I've been at quite a loss.
I need a tangible experience. Something more than the things that subside once the booze wears off. Something I can take with me.
I've likely mentioned this before, but I've attempted to complete massage therapy certification twice before. I love it. Some of the only times I've felt completely present is while performing massage. I'll be the first to admit that I'm a spacey person. My mind is constantly drifting and wandering. So, having to be aware of another person and their energy as well as keeping myself grounded is always an uplifting and invigorating practice for me.
My housemate ratted out my badass kitty cats when I got home today. It's my fault for getting them all wound up before I went out last night. I have the feathers on a stick toys that the love. You can see it in their eyes, this psychotic blur coats their gaze. So, I come shuffling in around noon today and both of my babies are all over me yowling and running around. Housemate says, "They took everything that was up, down. Everything that was up there, and there, and here. The speakers, the clock. Everything, except the candle. I finally threw them up the stairs and they were quiet for the rest of the night." Poor guy. I always warn people that their sweetness is really just an evil ploy.
Anyway, enough of this. Off to go clean!
I've just finished masturbating not once, not twice, but thrice. I managed to get my diddling fingers on the login info for one of those pay sites. Most of the content is crap, a lot of it won't load, but ever so often I come across a gem.
Now, I'm updating my journal in order to further to procrastinate. I should be cleaning my room and getting organized. I start school tomorrow and directly afterwards I have to go to work. That will be my schedule for most of the week, so I won't have another opportunity for awhile to get it together.
I called my mom yesterday and talked her through digging up some of my old anatomy, physiology and massage therapy text books. I'm going to call her again this evening to make sure she is shipping the correct titles to me. She has a way of always sending me the exact opposite of what I ask for. Whether it's clothes, shoes, photographs... whatever. She'll say she knows the exact thing I speak of, then a few days later, "Surprise!" That's not it, at all.
While on the phone with her yesterday, I suddenly realized where my absentmindedness comes from:
"Mom! Can you please dig through my boxes of books in the garage? I need several titles for school. I'm not sure the names of them, but they are about massage therapy and anatomy. They are big. One is spiral bound."
"Oh, okay, I'm looking. Ooooh! What is this one about? Smoke and Mirrors!"
"Yes. It's a Neil Gaiman collection of short stories. I have lots of good books, feel free to read any of them. Now one of the books I need is big and blue, it has -- "
"Oh, you do have a lot of good books! Maya Angelou and Toni Morrison!"
"Yes, I know. Another book I need is smaller, it's called... Fuck. What's it called? Something about 'The Heart'... it's around 200 pages, really thin..."
"What's it called again? What's the name of the book?"
This goes on for a good 15 minutes until she suddenly rambles off a string of titles that all sound like the books I need.
I'm excited to begin classes. In order to minimizes expenses, the school loans out one textbook to the student for the duration of courses. So my other books will be very helpful in independent studies.
Later this month I'm going in for a reiki workshop and will be receiving my first attunement shortly afterwards. I haven't had a reiki session in over a year, but I've always been interested in learning more and being able to perform it on others during massage.
I also called and inquired with Barbara Brennan's school. If things go as anticipated (and they never do), I will be in Florida this time next year. Most of the course is self-study, with five meet ups throughout the year for residential training sessions.
I've been treading water for far too long. It's time to start transitioning again. Plus, I've just lost interest in the life I've been leading these days. I'm no longer motivated to party, my pastime pursuit of various men has diminished (Goddess, help me!). Since that's pretty much all my life has consisted of for the past however many months, I've been at quite a loss.
I need a tangible experience. Something more than the things that subside once the booze wears off. Something I can take with me.
I've likely mentioned this before, but I've attempted to complete massage therapy certification twice before. I love it. Some of the only times I've felt completely present is while performing massage. I'll be the first to admit that I'm a spacey person. My mind is constantly drifting and wandering. So, having to be aware of another person and their energy as well as keeping myself grounded is always an uplifting and invigorating practice for me.
My housemate ratted out my badass kitty cats when I got home today. It's my fault for getting them all wound up before I went out last night. I have the feathers on a stick toys that the love. You can see it in their eyes, this psychotic blur coats their gaze. So, I come shuffling in around noon today and both of my babies are all over me yowling and running around. Housemate says, "They took everything that was up, down. Everything that was up there, and there, and here. The speakers, the clock. Everything, except the candle. I finally threw them up the stairs and they were quiet for the rest of the night." Poor guy. I always warn people that their sweetness is really just an evil ploy.
Anyway, enough of this. Off to go clean!
Fuck me. Dammit.
I need to get to the dentist. I rarely ever will admit this, but I haven't been to the dentist in... okay, never mind. I won't admit it. It's too ridiculous. I'm terrified! They'll have to put me down for even a simple cleaning. I can't deal with it. Just the thought of the metal pokey things, and the drill... it makes me want to cry and vomit and faint.
Anyway, one of my wisdom teeth has grown in sideways. Instead of growing up and out, it's pointed forward. How the hell has that happened? Each and every single one of my other teeth grew in and settled perfectly straight. It's going to start pushing my bottom row of teeth around! Also, one of my fillings came loose and now that tooth keeps poking my tongue. And I can't stop thinking about all the food and plaque that is getting trapped in the hole between my filling and my tooth. Rotting. Gross.
Dammit dammit dammit. I don't have insurance! I don't want to come completely out of pocket for this shit.
For the first time ever I walked into a glass wall. Paybacks are indeed a bitch. I used to do that to my cats when I was a kid. I'd chase them down the hall, through the den to the sliding glass door of the patio and laugh my bratty little ass off when they crashed into it. I used to work at a gift store in a mall and after we opened, customers would constantly walk into the glass window until we set a display in front of it. I would go huddle in a corner and laugh my ass off. If I was ringing up a sale when it happened, my body would absolutely tremor with silent giggles while the customer in front of me glared. While I was on a set the other day, the director had one of the shit boys put duct tape on the glass mirror so talent wouldn't walk into it.
Mirrors freak me the fuck out. My old house had floor to ceiling mirrors down the main hallway. For months when I'd walk down that hallway to my bedroom at night I would jump at the sight of my reflection moving down the hall.
So, the other day I was at the Roosevelt Hotel walking briskly down the hall, when, BAM! I'd crashed face first into the glass door of the walkway. Here's a little insight into the way my brain works. I thought it was some kind of force field. It took me a bit to figure out what the hell was going on. I had to take a step back and I felt like such a lame ass when I finally realized what happened.
Still haven't gotten laid.
I went out yesterday to a street fair. Pure torture, that was. So many hot, topless gay men! I thought I was going to cry. Beautiful, built, toned, handsome men. Kissing each other. I finally just got a margarita and sat on the lawn so I could stare and drool and get drunk and horny by myself. Then I came home for a furious diddle session.
Fuck. I was supposed to go to the bank today and I forgot.
Hmph. It's nap time now.
I need to get to the dentist. I rarely ever will admit this, but I haven't been to the dentist in... okay, never mind. I won't admit it. It's too ridiculous. I'm terrified! They'll have to put me down for even a simple cleaning. I can't deal with it. Just the thought of the metal pokey things, and the drill... it makes me want to cry and vomit and faint.
Anyway, one of my wisdom teeth has grown in sideways. Instead of growing up and out, it's pointed forward. How the hell has that happened? Each and every single one of my other teeth grew in and settled perfectly straight. It's going to start pushing my bottom row of teeth around! Also, one of my fillings came loose and now that tooth keeps poking my tongue. And I can't stop thinking about all the food and plaque that is getting trapped in the hole between my filling and my tooth. Rotting. Gross.
Dammit dammit dammit. I don't have insurance! I don't want to come completely out of pocket for this shit.
For the first time ever I walked into a glass wall. Paybacks are indeed a bitch. I used to do that to my cats when I was a kid. I'd chase them down the hall, through the den to the sliding glass door of the patio and laugh my bratty little ass off when they crashed into it. I used to work at a gift store in a mall and after we opened, customers would constantly walk into the glass window until we set a display in front of it. I would go huddle in a corner and laugh my ass off. If I was ringing up a sale when it happened, my body would absolutely tremor with silent giggles while the customer in front of me glared. While I was on a set the other day, the director had one of the shit boys put duct tape on the glass mirror so talent wouldn't walk into it.
Mirrors freak me the fuck out. My old house had floor to ceiling mirrors down the main hallway. For months when I'd walk down that hallway to my bedroom at night I would jump at the sight of my reflection moving down the hall.
So, the other day I was at the Roosevelt Hotel walking briskly down the hall, when, BAM! I'd crashed face first into the glass door of the walkway. Here's a little insight into the way my brain works. I thought it was some kind of force field. It took me a bit to figure out what the hell was going on. I had to take a step back and I felt like such a lame ass when I finally realized what happened.
Still haven't gotten laid.
I went out yesterday to a street fair. Pure torture, that was. So many hot, topless gay men! I thought I was going to cry. Beautiful, built, toned, handsome men. Kissing each other. I finally just got a margarita and sat on the lawn so I could stare and drool and get drunk and horny by myself. Then I came home for a furious diddle session.
Fuck. I was supposed to go to the bank today and I forgot.
Hmph. It's nap time now.
