Sweet Catastrophe

I just got these in the mail today:

The little Chinese characters say ‘love’. I’m most excited about the little wrenches. Ryan hasn’t seen any of them yet. These’ll probably all be in heavy rotation =) We all know I adore bizarre little earrings! I also ordered these on clearance:
I’ve been wanting them for a while. If you can’t see, the little white spots in the black bands are stars. They should be here pretty soon. I haven’t spent much money at all, just a little bit of my paypal money.

I realized the other day that when they pierced my second hole, they didn’t pierce it far enough away from my first so my choices are limited when it comes to studs. I have to wear something tiny. I thought about letting it grow up and waiting a little while to get it redone, but I really got it with a stud and a dangling earring in mind anyway, and that won’t be a problem at all, so I’ll just make do.

I really think I have a cavity. Without insurance though, it’ll have to remain a thought for now. A painful thought…..

I’m not really sure what I’m gonna do about insurance. I was planning on getting it through the school but now it’s looking like it might not really be worth it. I’m just gonna have to look into all my options.

I’ve been feeling really disconnected lately. I’ve lost so many ties, and I really feel like I’m just floating along, all by myself. The only two people I feel any sort of connection with are Ryan and my Mom. With everyone else, even though it’s 100% me–my thoughts, my actions, no falsity, I don’t feel wholly there. I feel like an outsider no matter what. I feel like I need some new connections, or a way to strengthen some of the connections I have now, but I don’t really know how to do that. Hanging out at the bar isn’t my thing, I just don’t enjoy myself in those situations. Hanging out at someone’s place is more my style, but everyone runs with a crowd already and it always moves quickly from a select few to a large group.

I guess really, I’m back where I was in high school. I’ve hit that awkward place everyone hits right after college, just a little early. I’m in that inbetween spot, the college life doesn’t quite fit right, but neither does the post-graduate adult life. Just like I felt in high school, I already know what I want, I know what will make me happy, I’m just not yet at the point where I can attain it. Until then, I don’t exactly know what else to do besides keep floating, unsatisfied.

So, this week two of the ladies at PPP issued a smackdown and posted a hilarious video:

In it, they specifically called out one of my favorite bloggers, Mr. Fabulous If you’ve ever read any of Fab’s stuff, you’d know there was no doubt he’d deliver. And tonight, he did just that:

I’d say PPP just got PWND. What do you think? Fab definitely came out on top in my book.

Remember I said my flat tire was bad? It was a tad worse than I thought. this is what I originally saw:

Upon taking the tire off, we found it was pretty rough.

Scary stuff, eh?

Yeah, it’s official; I’ve been domesticated. Ryan called to ask if I needed him to pick anything up. Did I say cokes? Maybe something alcoholic? Nope. “Could you pick up some milk?”

*shrug* It just struck me funny. I have to go fold the towels now.

Brad Delp, lead singer of Boston was found dead Friday. I heard about it Friday, but it wasn’t until today I learned the details surrounding his death.

ATKINSON, N.H. — Police released new information on Wednesday night about the death of former Boston lead singer Brad Delp.

Earlier in the day, Delp’s family had released a statement that said the 55-year-old’s death in his Atkinson home on Friday was the result of suicide.

The first officer at the scene, Atkinson police Lt. William Baldwin, said that Delp’s fiancee, Pamela Sullivan, was outside the home and frantic when he arrived.

Sullivan had spent the previous night with friends and went to the home after calling and getting no response from Delp.

Baldwin immediately discovered that the rock star left notes to guide and protect emergency workers.

“We found a note on the door in the garage which led into the house, and we found another note on his bedroom door, ‘caution carbon monoxide,’ and then there was a little statement on there. We went looking for him. We didn’t see him at first,” said Baldwin.

Baldwin said that Delp had placed towels under the bedroom door and the door of the master bathroom where he took his own life by carbon monoxide poisoning.

“In the bathroom where he was located there were two charcoal grills that were in the shower that were smoldering slightly,” said Baldwin.

Baldwin said he did not know why Delp took his life.

Neighbors and friends have said that he seemed to have so much going for him.

Delp was planning a summertime wedding to his fiancee. He played in a popular Beatles tribute band called Beatlejuice and he was rehearsing to tour again with Boston in the next couple of months.

“He left some notes for some family members. They were sealed. We respect their privacy, so we didn’t ask what was in them,” said Baldwin. “It’s always sad when you have a longtime resident that’s a good person that passes away. It’s a loss to the community as well. Our hearts and prayers go out to the family.

Delp’s family released a statement on Wednesday afternoon.

“He was a man who gave all he had to give to everyone around him, whether family, friends, fans or strangers,” the statement said. “He gave as long as he could, as best he could, and he was very tired. We take comfort in knowing that he is now, at last, at peace.”

The family’s statement said Sullivan, Delp’s children and their mother, Delp’s ex-wife Micki Delp, were grateful for the sympathy they had received.

Delp joined Boston in the mid-1970s and sang two of its biggest hits, “More than a Feeling” and “Long Time.”

A public memorial is being planned.

(article found here)

I hope his family is able to find some sort of closure.

It’s clean….the downstairs. Toilet, sink, floors, all trash gone. The last load of dishes in the washer. Now, if only the upstairs were this close to clean. So many clothes to fold, so little motivation. I just don’t want to! What I really want to do is get a shower and go out for something yummy, but that’s just not happening. Maybe I’ll lose some weight during this little severely broken spurt! Haha….it’s not that there’s no food here, there’s just really nothing that interests me at all. (Nothing that I currently have all the ingredients for, Got Milk?)

I’m such a terrible blogger. Heh. Oh well. You’d enjoy it more if you knew me.

So first the badness at the front of my mind. I got a flat last night on I-75. Only 25 miles from my exit. Luckily Ryan was just ahead of me, and luckily we were on the phone so he was able to stop just a short distance in front of me. Of course, I’m lucky enough to have a flat spare as well. So, after no less than 30 minutes on the phone trying to find out the number for Alltel’s roadside assistance, we finally get a tow truck. I really would’ve thought that tow trucks would have better shocks, but nope, it was the bumpiest ride of my life. Of course I’d had a sinus headache since we left Atlanta. Of course I had various aching muscles and pulled another one trying to get into the tow truck. Of course I had to pee. Miserable ride. Driver wasn’t very friendly….or very awake. I honestly kept waiting for him to take out another car with the way he kept driving in two lanes and looking like he was going to fall asleep. So, I’m really thankful to be alive ’cause my tire didn’t just go flat, it BLEW. Looking at my tire now, it almost looks like someone slashed it. It’s cut open from the outer wall to the rim. I know I’m lucky. I know that, but I also know that I’m broke now. Beyond. $115 tow, and now I need two new tires ’cause I can’t afford to be left without a spare again. Also about $50 in bills, $40 meds, gas, and rent has to come out of this check because my check at the end of the month will have my spring break hours. I was saving up for a new digital camera next month and a concert. Nevermind. Means I can’t go out this weekend for St. Pat’s either and I was looking forward to that. I never go out. *sigh* I wish tires grew on trees.

Anyway, the rest of the Atlanta trip was nice. I had a rough drive up on two hours of sleep and 12 hours of work Sunday, but I made it. Monday we went to the aquarium and the coke pavilion. this is the last month the coke pavilion will be open; next month they move over next to the aquarium. of course i had some beverly, I don’t know why, but it’s mandatory that you drink the most godawful coke product ever when you’re there. If you’ve ever been there, you know what I mean. They had vanilla coke!! Ohh that made me so happy. I miss vanilla coke so much. I was hoping maybe they’d sell some in the gift shop but no such luck. The rest of the trip was pretty uneventful, but fun nonetheless. Lots of napping, for everyone, which was nice. I finally had Coldstone ice cream. I was impressed. Had some yummy homemade food too.

Now I’m home, with homework and dishes and laundry and ramen noodles (I had plans to eat good food since I wasn’t broke…..). Yayyy spring break. Someone send me a bottle of wine. Moscato d’Asti. Thanks.

So, because of the Energy Policy Act of 2005, Daylight Saving Time starts 4 weeks early this year. This change “is expected to save 10,000 barrels of oil each day due to reduced use of power by businesses during daylight hours.” Well that’s all good and well. Whatever…but in reading up on all of this, I learned something I had never known. I’m sure I’ve heard it, read it, etc, but it never registered until today that while during Fall we’re on “eastern standard time,” during daylight saving time, it’s called, “eastern daylight time.” That all made sense as well until I realized that now, Daylight Saving Time is about a week short of 8 months now, wouldn’t that make it the ’standard’ time? It’s pretty much ridiculous how stuff like that bugs me.

Speaking of things that bug me, after my test this morning, I decided to go get some McDonald’s breakfast. One of those huge, loud, dieseling trucks was behind me at the drive-thru. I couldn’t hear myself speak, nor could the person working the window. Looking in my mirror, it became pretty apparent that the truck was not for any sort of need, more to make the guy look ‘bad.’ I wanted to drop some large construction nails under his over-inflated tires.

It’s bittersweet for the weekend to be here. As of 9:30 this morning, I’m on Spring Break as far as school is concerned, but I have to work all day Saturday–closing, then Sunday, after losing an hour of sleep due to Daylight Saving time (oh by the way, I also learned it’s not supposed to have an ‘S’ after saving) we have a Front-end meeting at 7 am, then she has me scheduled 11-8, which is outside my availability in the first place, but when I get out of there I have to drive to Atl….and probably get lost trying to find my way to Ryan’s mom’s. I promise I’m not looking forward to that. And of course the boys left me with loads of trash to take out before I go, and I spent all my time doing Ryan’s laundry before he left, so now I’ve got to catch up on mine. I don’t wanna.