Well, there’s an extremely high possibility I’ll have an apartment to call my own next month. I pick up the application tonight and hopefully my nasty credit will be cancelled out or just not be the main influence on the decision making. No denying, I’m excited and although I’d have to work out a little earlier (further from the gym, would have to take a bus), it’d be completely worth it. First, sanity. I’d be away from my parents. Ability to turn on NHL games loud and not have to be two feet from the tv (such as in my tiny bedroom at the moment). Second, convenience. This covers both bussing to work and everywhere else (bus stop is across the street). Plus, I’d either be in the same building, or right next door to my close friends Genevieve and Aaron. Dare I even mention how dangerous that could be as well, hehe.

It’s girls night out in two minutes, so I should get going. I’m going to be quiet about from now on about the apt thing in hopes my closed mouth/restricted digits will keep the usual luck from happening. Believe me, you’ll know if I get this apt. There’ll be one happy jackass, that’s obvious.

Aside from the weekend now being over, it was wonderful collection of days. Friday evening was a fun time at the Seattle T-birds vs Portland WinterHawks hockey game. I won the sign contest, getting tickets for Sunday’s game (which I exchanged for playoff tickets since I went to Portland instead). Of course, Gen helped me, so she’ll be the one to go to the free game with me, whenever it is (picture of the sign will be on here once it’s available…I painted a kick-butt T-bird head).

On another note, since I am actually a Spokane Chiefs fan and was only rooting for the T-birds to lower the Portland points and standings, I saw the Chiefs win on Sunday. 4-1, what a game. I definitely like the Portland Memorial Collaseum better than the Key Arena for Hockey, though the Spokane Arena still wins in my boat. The guys were flying around the faster ice, and I kept getting lost in the game because I’d be watching them skate; swish swish, glide, swish, cross-over, slide, spin, swish. Ah, I was loving it.

On the hockey note, John and I hit the Highland Ice Arena on Sunday for a couple hours. The ice was pretty rough, but luckily there weren’t as many kids as last time I went. It was encouraging to have someone else with me, yet I still put in some time on practicing. Not that I have a whole lot of moves to work on yet, but my speed is picking up, as well as my confidence in crossing-over. I even manged a somewhat decent change from forward to backwards skating without a complete stop. I’ll take what I can get at the moment.

As soon as I buy my skates (a paycheck or two later than originally expected) I’ll be taking some much needed skating lessons. I also picked up Richard “Rick” Stephens number, VP of the Arena, the guy who will be helping me with sizing up for skates. Money can’t come in soon enough these days. Sigh, now is when rich friends would’ve come in handy on my birthday (grin).

He’s right, this song is pretty much me. And I do thank him for this weekend. Though I don’t know what to think anymore. Maybe I just shouldn’t. So I’m just going to ignore whatever’s running through my head and pretend he didn’t make my weekend. That way, it’ll be easier to remind myself there’s nothing there.

Dido’s “Thank You“
“My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’d all be grey, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad
I drank too much last night, got bills to pay, my head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there’ll be hell today, I’m late for work again
And even if I’m there, they’ll all imply that I might not last the day
And then you call me and it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad and
I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life
Push the door, I’m home at last and I’m soaking through and through
Then you handed me a towel and all I see is you
And even if my house falls down now, I wouldn’t have a clue
Because you’re near me and
I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life.”

It’s probably a very good thing I’m unable to listen to music at work. A very, very, very good thing. (not like we didn’t hear that song enough while on the road yesterday…)

Oh, my lord. A Hello Kitty, Hello Kitty Vibrator? The world can end now. Right now. Please.

Oh, I am dying. Of laughter. In checking my referrals, turn out someone found me while searching for “witness jehovah shaniaon my site, you’d see why it found mine (nothing related, of course). But the most hilarious and satisfying part about this is among many of the pages found, plenty of XXX locations and my favorite Female Anal Sex were found. I’m number two, right after Application For A Piece Of Ass. I love it.

Sex-Starved Moose Defecates on Car Lions and tigers and moose, oh my. I don’t even want to know what would’ve happen if it was an elephant. (link from hoshq)

I was born on the same day as a rocket scientist, (Wernher Von Braun in case you’re wondering). Of course, there’s also Joan Crawford (ugh) and Chaka Khan. Interesting. Most important, there’s plenty of composers, and writers. I’m not sure about all those in the psychiatry arena….

Anyhow, I’m 24 now. Finally. That 23 was getting stale.

For kicks, my horoscope for today:

…you are a natural writer, are fascinated by psychology, astrology. You are attractive, creative and not always wise in your choice of lovers. Gemini, Virgo and Sagittarius persons play major roles in your life, could have these letters, initials in names: E, N, W. Current cycle emphasizes where you live and with whom. June will be your most memorable, romantic month of the year.

If I go to one more site with an image or word bouncing across my screen I will have to hurt someone. Other than to annoy the viewer, what is the purpose for such an item? It’s just one more thing added to a site that isn’t needed. Busy busy busy. Letterstyped like ThIs, tons of animated images, and blinky blinky, cutsey wootsie, just doesn’t cut it with me.

When my allergy drugs have kicked in and all I need is something to stare at for hours on end, I know what to keep me entertained. But the first thing I do when I see a bouncy wouncy image is get the hell off that site.

I have NO kind comments towards people who use fake guide dogs. Fine them up the yin/yang for all I care.

This does remind me of something that happened on the way home from work Monday evening. Though it could top all the ones so far, I’ll call this a Sighting of the day.
-Catching the 41 at the Westlake tunnel stop, I snagged my first row seat right away. The fewer bags and elbows I have to squeaze by come time to deboard. Then a lady with her guide dog stepped on the bus, so I moved back a row. I’d do that for any blind person, anyone with a disability, or anyone that was injured. Common courtesy, especially since I’ve been a similiar situation in the past. This woman I’ve seen for years, used to live along the same bus route as I did growing up, but a few years ago they played games with routes and she’s on a different one. A very kind woman, she’s had the same guide dog for as long as I can remember. Anyhow, back to the happening.

The woman’s dog slid under her seat and against the side of the bus. A few more people scrambled on to the bus before it pulled away and we were moving on to the Convention Place station. I caught a man leaning down to pet the dog and had to restrain myself from asking him to not do so. It’s habit, spending time with my Uncle, who has a guide dog himself. She smiled, spoke up, said “please don’t pet my dog, he’s working”. The man got this funny look, replied “so?” and kept petting him. Pulling her guide dog closer to her, the woman asked again “Please stop, I told you he’s working. He shouldn’t be distracted”. Simple enough, right? Apparently not.

The man said “Ok, I’ll stop” yet he continued to pet, more harsh than before. “I’m not stupid, sir” she claimed, and tried to brush away his hands. When the man saw that, he kept moving his hands, just out of reach, toying with her. The dog tried to stand up, defending his owner, but the man kicked it’s paws. Finally, the bus driver said something, told the man to sit down elsewhere or he’d be getting off at the next stop. The man stood up, but every minue or so he’d swing his foot in the dog’s face, a few times coming very close to hitting him in the eyes.

I was pissed. Since he was standing up, I moved out of my seat and sat next to the lady, hoping to keep some distance between the man and the dog. Finally, the bus driver stopped the bus and commanded the man to leave. When he wouldn’t at first, a couple other passengers stepped in, pulled him by his arms and took him off the bus.

That man either has a small penis or gets off on hurting others. Or both. Either way, what an asshole. I doubt he realized how expensive it is to train a guide dog, or even much time it would take for the woman to work and get set up with a new guide dog. Really, I’m sure most people don’t know that, and haven’t grown up around guide dogs, but still, some respect for another human being and animal would be expected. I’m still frustrated thinking about the situation.

I’ll probably just get these Bauer Supreme 4000 Ice skates, especially since they’re the suggested ones. ooohwee, I can’t wait until next paycheck.

And just when I was starting to feel a little negative this morning I came across this drawing of mine. Damn, I’m good.

Funny cartoon, yes. In fact, had me rolling last Friday when I first saw it. Unfortonately, it reads a little sour to me this morning. The Spokane Chiefs won the game against the Tri-City Americans this last Saturday, 4-3. Sadly, their Captain, Brandin Cote left the game after being checked against the boards, the penalty door hinge catching his knee. One of the Chief’s high scorers, he’s out with a PCL (Posterior cruciate ligament) injury for a minimum nine months, and may not have much of a playing chance anymore. It wouldn’t have bothered me as much…before I started my hockey mission. Now, I’m a tad more nervous, yet determined to at least give it a try. He wasn’t my favorite player, but I wouldn’t wish any knee injury upon anyone but my worst enemy.

Sighting of yesterday
-At the gym, Mr Muscle, bulked up and in the sickly, barely-there tank top and spandex. Not an issue, until I saw him bouncing away during his stretches. Do people not REALIZE they’re harming their muscles when they do that? That just seems like common sense to me. Kinda like the Rotary Torso machine…all you’re doing is twisting your spine. What makes you think you’re working your oubliques when you’re not even using them? Numbsculls.

I’ve filled out the nifty Metro Feedback form on their site, yet I still feel unsatisfied. I was yelled at by a Metro driver. Not only that, but he could barely speak the English language so I couldn’t understand what the hell he was screaming at me. An excerpt from my letter:

I was upset with Metro for changing the closing by a day, but I should NEVER be yelled at by a Metro driver if I have done nothing wrong. That is unacceptable. Srange and rude passengers is one thing, and to be expected, but the drivers, I don’t think so. If I were to yell at someone on the other end of the phone at work I would be reprimanded fiercely.

I use a bus pass every month yet I am seriously considering not purchasing next month’s pass and looking at other transportation options so I don’t have to put up with such behavior. If Metro could find a way to make up for such treatment I might reconsider.

I do hope you let this Metro driver know that what he did isn’t acceptable and that you realize playing mind games regarding the bus stop reroute isn’t the best way to go about things.

I look forward to hearing from you soon.

And I DO look forward to hearing from them soon. I’d like to know how they plan on making it up to me. Yes, I gather I’m not the only complaint, but if they chose to ignore me, I’ll be writing yet another letter. A free or discounted monthly pass would work for me just fine. Of course, a VOUCHER for one would be even better, considering I have a pass that lasts me until November, and I’d hate to see something wasted. They are so lucky I don’t work for the County anymore…

Well, hot diggity, I sure would be happy in these Bauer - Supreme 7000 babies. Of course, I’ll most likely buy the Vapor 10 skates but we’ll see. I suppose I need to keep up with the learning how to skate first.

My workout at the gym was shorter than usual, but it felt more productive. Changing my routine, even switching the machines I use regularly apparently makes a difference. I spent a little more time with my stretching tonight. My thighs were burning, but I did some squats, and even some lunges. The lunges are tough…it’s more of a faith in my knees and trusting they won’t slip out on me than actual strength. They still feel somewhat wobbly during moments, but I remember all the work on the leg press and Precor, and I realize the strength is there, they’ll be fine, keep going.

Next step will be to try some lunges on the ice. That…makes me nervous. But I’ll hold off on those and practice my backwards skating and stopping for awhile. Wednesday looks like my next chance on the ice. Wish me luck and no bruises.

Suspect’s concealed money poses problem because it was concealed in her vagina. The bank considered the money contaminated, so the police just decided to destroy the money. Try washing it in soap and water next time. At least it wasn’t up her ass.

A card I received in the mail from a friend recently:

Thought for
the Day -
Every morning, all the stupid people you know get together and plan ways to make your life more difficult.

Just thought you’d like to know.

now that explains everything…

a couple days late but here’s another Sighting of the day
-I thought they were kidding when Gen and her husband described a Geo Metro they’d seen at Pacific Beach before. I believe em now. This morning as I was waiting for my bus I could feel a pound, pound, pounding bass yet I coulding see the source. Looking down the road TWO BLOCKS I saw a little car, oozing its way towards the light. Metallic purple, decked out in chrome in every possible area, tinted windows beyond legal, and mini extended tires with the lil nifty hub caps. Why do people do this? An Accord or possibly a VW Golf I would at least understand (though still not appreciate) but a Metro? That’s like decking out an Aspire. Ouch.

You’ll laugh, I promise. (thanks to MBRL)

“Positive anything is better than negative nothing.”

It’s been a busy day, but it’s been a good one. And though I’ve been tempted to feel low and drag myself into the negative thinking mode that happened last night, I’m doing my best not to. So here’s some positive aspects of my life at the moment:

• there is someone in my life who makes me smile just with a word or thought
• I have a job I don’t hate and I’m appreciated there.
• the Precor doesn’t seem impossible anymore. Twenty minutes is doable
• Whether or not I feel it, I AM losing weight and gaining muscle
• I can draw some damn good portraits
• I’m starting school next quarter and will be on my way to a degree
• It may have taken hours upon hours, but I DID put my website together, and I DO know what I’m doing.
• I’ll be 24 in less than two weeks