Adventures In Dystopia

My neighbors have a 7 foot tall pyramid of Sierra Mist cases in their garage. This creeps me out a little for some reason.

Tacos from the little taqueria near my house are quite possibly the best thing ever. Also I believe they may be putting crack in the horchata. I'm strangely ok with this.

My hot redhead friend just got engaged and I'm super excited for her. I'm also super excited for the oppurtunity to destroy her new fiance's soul a little bit when they come to visit in a couple of weeks.

I've become so apathetic towards my job that it's actually beginning to concern me a little, but I'm too afraid of the job market and change to do anything about it right now.

I'm learning that there is very little in this life that doesn't change, the trick is learning to really enjoy things while they last.

There are days when I go outside and it's an absolutely beautiful day and I think to myself "It's stupid expensive, but I'm so glad I live in California". Today is not one of those days.

Wedding planning has stalled a little bit, due entirely to the fact that I'm procrastinating putting together a budget and there's really not much else we can do until I get that done. Damn you financial obligations, I want to get back to the fun stuff!

I have come to the conclusion that the powers that be are toying with my head. It's the only logical explanation for why no one was with me last week when I saw a dude riding a unicycle down Winton.

Just got called "disgustingly obese" by a co-worker. Gee I love Mondays.

But I'm asking for help from all of you out there in la-la land. I need your prayers, thoughts, lit candles, or just plain good thoughts, whatever it is that you do, for someone named Marquis Cooper. Those of you who are hard core Raider fans probably know who he is, but for the rest of you here's the story:

http://sports.espn.go.com/nfl/news/story?id=3947949

Why, you ask, is this so important to me? Because Marquis is a childhood schoolmate of mine. I went to junior high and a couple of years of high school with him before I moved to Oklahoma. We weren't friends, not by any stretch of the imagination. I was socially awkward on my best days, while he played football and was cute and popular. But he was one of the very few "popular kids" who wasn't a dick to me. Quite the opposite, he was always kind. He would never huff and puff and make a big show of being embarrassed any time he sat next to me or got put in a group with me by the teacher. He talked to me like a normal person, never treated me like a social paraiah. He was a sweet kid, and I know he grew up to be one of the good guys. So please, whatever kind of help you can offer, he needs it now.

Please fuck off and die.

Sincerely,
Leah

Meme thievery, that is.

 

If you saw me in the back of a police car, what would you think I got arrested for?
Answer me, then if you want, post to your own journal and see how many crimes you get accused of.

http://www.news.com.au/entertainment/story/0,26278,24470874-5007192,00.html

Reasons why life sucks right now (in no particular order):

1.  I had to take a 10% pay cut at work to avoid being laid off

2. Sean's grandmother is coming home in 2 days and we still don't have a new place to live lined up

3. I just found out last week that my grandmother is dying of lung cancer, and I will therefor be spending the day after my handfasting (which just happens to be my birthday) at her bedside . . . in TEXAS!!

So, because things apparently aren't going bad enough for me, I'm now sick as a freaking dog. Fantastic.

Unfortunately she seems to have her hands full since everyone else up there apparently hates me.

. . . from q_immortal 

* Grab the nearest book.

* Open the book to page 56.

* Find the fifth sentence.

* Post the text of the next two to five sentences in your journal along with these instructions.

* Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.


"This document is sometimes called an 'Unruh Act' trust deed, or 'Unruh Act' encumbrance. For the 'Amount: $' space, show only the principal amount; do not include any of the 'time price differential' amounts. If there is no assignment contained in the document, then delete the portion of this code."


Taken from the Uniform Title Code and Write-Up Manual, California 1998 Edition
I really shouldn't do meme's at work.

Due to a recent binge of Martha Stewart-esque crafting, I have decided to open up shop on etsy.com. For those of you who haven't heard of it, it's a site where one can buy and sell original hand made crafts of every variety. I've already created my shop, but have a bit of research to do before I begin selling things. To start with I'll be selling scarves and a few baby afghans that I have crocheted. You can visit my store here: www.blondebomber.etsy.com  I'll post again to let you guys know when it's officially up and running.

 This is a direct quote from The Teen Study Bible (New International Version):

"When people who aren't married to each other have sex, it's sort of like putting a pet into the microwave."

Wow. Just wow.

. . . it's the middle of June, and I have the flu >.< 

I really hate today. Like a lot.

So I've been neglecting myspace a lot lately. It lost it's thrill long ago.  But this evening I was sitting down to a nice game of Diablo II with Sean. Unfortunately he was screwing around on youtube. So, miffed, I decided to check my email and all the random other accounts and internet detritus I have floating about. This, of course, included myspace. I go to my inbox and there's a message there from some girl named Michelle entitled "Sorry to rock your world". I was thisclose to marking it as spam and going about my business, but curiosity got the better of this cat and I opened it. It read "I know that I am your sister. My dads name is Wesley David Rayo. I remember you visiting me when you were a baby. You are the right age. My husband does not think you look to much like me, but I my 15 year old daughter thinks you do.. I know your are my sister. I don't know if our dad told you about me?? But I know about you."

Now I should insert a little bit of back story here. Some of you may know that I grew up as an only child. But what you probably don't know is that I'm actually my dad's 2nd daughter. He was married when he was 18 and she was born when he was 19. Things ended REALLY badly with her mother and he lost contact with her when she was still very small. And yes, her name was Michelle. And yes, my dad's name is Wesley David Rayo.

So I'm reading this message over and over and it's just not sinking in. It must have been the 6th time I read it that the impact of the words finally hit me. And I started sobbing like a retard. So I messaged her back to confirm her suspicions. We've been messaging back and forth for the last hour now. She's apparently married, has 2 daughters, and had a son that passed away at 2 months. Her mother also passed away one year ago today.

I'm so completely flabbergasted. I never expected this, I didn't even think she knew I existed. But to have her seek me out, and want me to be a part of her family has to be one of the most amazing experiences of my life. I'll keep you guys posted on what develops, but I have high hopes.

Why is it that everything I enjoy invariably ends up being made of fail?

When you guys go to see Ironman (because you all should) be sure to stay through the closing credits. You'll thank me later. 

On the giant screen! Thursday 11:59pm @ Hacienda Crossing. Fucking be there. 

 

Work is admittedly stressful right now, but that really isn't the issue. I work my 8 hours a day and leave that crap there. It's everything else that I have stacked up in what little free time I have right now. Looking at my calendar today I realized that I'm completely booked every weekend for the next month at least, not to mention moving twice. Now I realize that most of this I have brought on myself, what with Rocky and Faire, but Jesus Henry Christ why the hell can't we have an 8th day just to sleep?!?

Oh yeah, cuz I'd fill it up with more crap to do.