To start, I should mention that I am bored with my job. That new shininess has worn off and now its just work. Long work walking 5 hours in 90 plus heat and nearly 100% humidity. Damn Jersey. That being said, to day was a rare exception where most of the office was down at the Belmar office and there were only a handful of us. It was decided that we would have an office inappropriate day which entailed crazy sex and alcohol questions on the ride out and telling dead baby jokes for half an hour in Dunkin Dounuts. Loudly!

The three of us J's (Jackie, JJ and Jordan) who were dropped first decided that work was optional and so spent the first hour sitting on some random people's lawn and discussing what we didn't like about our job.

But what really sent my night into crazy town was the man I met when we were both canvassing the same door. Me, hugging trees and and loving mother earth, him selling Catholic grave sites to old people reminding them of just how close to the end they are. Not a great combo. He won that door cus he got there first. He headed off in the other direction but not before giving me his card and telling me that I should come and work for him. HA!! Somehow I don't think that selling grave plots door to door would be any easier than begging for dough for the environment but we dished about the hardships of door to door sales.

On a sidenote, mom left a book in my purse by Nora Roberts which immediately turned me off (sappy romance tends to ruin a good plot) but the title was Morrigan's Cross and upon further inspection of the synopsis I found that it not only incorporates fantasy, magic and ancient Celtic mythology, but it also featured Lilith the first vampire. How could I not read it? The official report having completed merely 6 chapters is that Nora Roberts CAN write with plots! I know, I was shocked too. So far no gratuitous sex but it's inevitable.

For lack of a better conclusion. . . . . . . . The End . . . . . . .

I;m so bad at this updating thing. I promised myself I'd get better at this but, I'm a space case. So here's what's been going on in the world of Jackie:

Went to the dentist to get a piece of the multiple treatments I need because I have the teeth of a Brit and found out that that awful pain I was having in RI was the nerves in my tooth dying. That's right ladies and gents, at 22 I need a fucking root canal. Well, that and multiple cavities.

In other news, I suck at my job. When I started, I was raising $200-$300 a night. I raised $501 on my 9th day of training. (We have to raise $180 a night) But now the economy is sucking big sweaty monkey balls and no one has the money to give. On top of that, they keep sending us to middle and lower income towns who feel the strain most and really mean it when they say they can't even spare $5. Gah people suck.

Sooooooo it's been a while. We all knew this would happen, Im not so good with comitment as whitnessed by my ever changing hair color. But I thought I'd give it another go since I never see you guys and I have much to share.

It seems appropriate to start with my dad's operation. It went swimingly. They were able to repair the valve so they didn't have to replace it. They finished right around the time they thought they would and we got to see him about an hour later. He was obviously quite groggy and had a breathing tube so he couldn't talk. He was, however, much more alert than anyone expected. He smiled when my mom took his picture and was communicating with thumbs up and other hand gestures. When mom told him he couldn't flirt with the nurses he held up his fingers to say "just a little bit". They were quite amused.

He drifted in and out of conciousness all night but he got more and more alert throughout the night. He didn't remember us being there from 1-3 but after that he remembered. He's recovering very quickly and they're moving him out of intensive care tomorrow. Looks like smooth sailing from here!

In other news, Andrew and I did the Totally Normal Event on Saturday and let me tell you, it was false advertizing. It was event stranger than Wicked Faire but I learned of a new genre of wierdos. They are Steam Punks. They wear old victorian clothing accented with crazy technologies that try to be period appropriate. Figure that one out. But we did get a tip on a Victorian event called SalonCon in September that should be a good event for him. We'll see.

That's all for now. I'll be sure to keep you guys updated on how my dad is doing.

So i'm missing you guys like crazy especially now that we're all back at school. Not that I saw you as much as I would have like over the summer, but still the option was there. So here's a little update on the drama of Jackie.

School:

School sucks. Sucks a hard throbing cock invected with gonoreah and seeping pus. Now that I've ruined your appetite for the next week, I shall explain. I'm taking 17 credits which is really not that much but now all my classes are at the 300 level and its all stuff for my major which means that its boring drivel and keeping myself awake in class is half the battle

My mythology class is great, how could it not be> but since i stay in Wayne Sunday nights I'm never in class on mondays. Finance blow monkey balls. This class drives me nuts!! The teacher might as well be speaking Greek cus I can't understand a gorahm thing he says. Not to mention more than half of his lectures are stories about what an asshole he is. When he's not yelling at the top of his lungs, he's practically whispering. Dramatic emphasis or some shit.

My computer class had potential to not suck until I got stuck with the most brain-dead bimbo in the class for my partner for the entire semester! This idiot does nothing!!! and I end up having to do all the work. I'm going to talk to my teacher tomorrow to see if we can't do our projects seperatly so my grade isn't suffering because of her.

Management and Marketing are both decent and the material is actually semi-engaging. I'm starting to see how some of this might be relivant outside the hallowed halls of learning. I took another Women's studies class just for fun but I missed the only test (I told her my car wouldn't start) but she won't let me make it up!! She said I should have contacted her earlier but I don't know when if my car supposedly died that day. I may be forced to drop that class which sadens me greatly but I cannot afford to have it pull down my GPA which I just finally got over a 3 where it should have been all along.

Work:

Work sucks. I sell knives for godsakes! This job started out so cool. I could make my own hours, work when I wanted and I had unlimited income potential. Now I'm out of people to see so they sent me on service calls to sharpen people's knives. No one wants to buy anything from me and all the people I'm going to see are in Langhorne which is too far for me to keep going to.

Not to mention, I spend more time trying to set up appointments and getting yelled at by people who think i'm a telemarketer than I do actually working. My time also gets sucked up by weekly team meetings and Personal Consulations in an office thats half an hour a way and of course, I don't get paid for any of that.

I wanted to stick it out because it's good training and experience and looks good on a resume and to prove to everyone that its not a scam but Im not making any money so I think i have to find something else.

On the upside, after a summer of Andrew pushing to get me hired, I started working at the Forest of Fear. Apparently some people left and others were fired for not showing up so Andrew brought me up there and Chris DeTroy hired me. I was working a drop window all night and it was awesome. I got my own little room where I hid in this tiiiiiny door and dropped the window and popped out every time someone walked by. I sent a whole family sprawling into a wall. Chris even told me i did good and says he wants me to come back so YAY!!! You guys have to come visit me one night!!


Life:

I moved up a few step in my journey to become the next Stephanie Plum. I had 2 count 'em 2! car accidents in as many weeks. The first was 3 weeks ago when i was driving back to school from Andrew's monday morning. My light turned green and I went but so did the asshole from the right side of the intersection. I slamed into his back tire and he was going so fast that he spun and hit the kid behind so hard that the kid's airbags deployed. I suugested we all pull into the bank so that's where the kid and I went but the asshole who hit us went to the bank across the street. Come to find out, he didn't even speak english. All they got was that he claimed to have a green arrow.

Now honestly, I took my eyes off the road for a split second. the waxed rose Andrew got me fell from my dash board and I dropped my eyes to catch it. I felt the crash and thought I hit a curb but there were no curbs around. I had to find out from the kid what actually happened. Its quite clear to me now that the asshole ran the red light especially considering how hard he hit the kid so he must have been going pretty fast. The damage came to over $850 and half my bumper was in a dumpster. We're still dealing with insurances to point fault.

So for the 2 weeks that my car was in the shop, I had to borrow my moms. I had this encroaching feeling the whole time that something was going to happen because one of my biggest fears is having an accident in my mom's car. My car, fine its mine but she'd kill me if I damaged hers. But even an accident like the one I had would have been acceptable because it wasn't my fault so she couldn't get mad. No luck.

Idiot that I am, I backed up into a PARKED CAR! I was backing out on the way to the mall with Andrew. It was dark and its impossible to see around the cars that park on the street but I was going very slowly. Andrew turned on the light and crash, I hit a truck.I panicked and pulled back into my driveway to assess the damage. I broke my moms taillight and scraped up the bumper. The truck now had a big dent in the drivers side door.

We knocked on the door of the house where the truck was parked but no one was home. As I was putting a note on his car I heard a loud voice boom "What'd you do to my car>!" I turned to see a football player sized Jamacian man and a tiny Italian woman and I thought I was gonna get the shit beat out of me. I could have take the woman but all that guy had to do was sit on me and I was gone. Apparently, though, he was freaking out because he had just gotten his car out of the shop. They came inside and I gave them my info and told him to call me with an estimate and i'd pay for the damage. No need to involve insurance. He still hasn't called.


Sorry for this marathon post, but its been a while. If you got bored and skipped to the end, here's the highlights; I'm going to drop out of school and live in a box, I'll have to eat worms since I'm not making any money at my job and I'm gonna be walking everywhere since I can't seem to keep a car in one piece

I MADE IT! Finally 21. Now i can do everything i've already been doing without having to worry about the cops! The final count starting Sunday at midnight and ending Monday night was:

16 shots of which i can remember:
-Kamacasi
-Purple Mother Fucker
-Bushmills
-Baby Guiness
-Redheaded Slut
-Chocolate Cake
-Snowcone
-Balley's (Irish Car Bomb)

6 Mixed drinks:
-3 Long Island Iced Teas
-Appletini
-Tequilla Sunrise
-Malibu Baybreeze

And 1 Beer:
-Guiness (Irish Car Bomb)

If you count Saturday night, that's 2 more Long Islands and another Baby Guiness.

3 Nights of drinking = 1 biiiig hangover (I couldn't even lift my head monday morning) but i'd do it all again and i'm so glad you guys were there to do it with me

Well Sylabus week is over and all in all, it doesn't look like a terrible semester. Here's the run down on classes

CAS 100A - Speech MWF 9:00-9:50

Ick 9am class which means 7:30 alarm and with all the cold and the snow, its going to be a battle every morning to get out from the nice warm bed. The class itself doen't seem to terrible. There are no tests or quizes, only speeches. 5 total, 3 which are 10% of my grade, one is 30% and a final is 40%. I better do well on those last 2 or I'm fucked.

The only problem is that we have to write our own speeches. Give me someone else's work, and I'll read it no problem, but they want us to learn how to convey our point. That's ok, the 2 big speeches are informative and persuasive so I'm gonna do 1 on CF since people are constantly asking me what it is, so i already have a mini speech, and the persuasive on something like giving blood which i already had to do for my theater class. Should be no prob.

*EDIT I was able to change into the 10:00 class. Yay extra hour of sleep!

SCM 301 - Business Logistics Management MW 11:00-12:15

The title says it all. Gonna be one big snooze fest. Mondays she lectures, Wednesdays we play the "Beer Distribution Game" which sounded great until i found out that no beer would be distributed, in fact that there's no physical beer involved at all, its all hypothetical. Somehow, i don't think that hypothetical beer is gonna have the same effect.

Anyway, the game is just a way of making sure people come to class and do the case studies. If someones not there, there part in the beer distribution is not completed, and the beer shipment is delayed. Basically if someones out, the team looses points. not my favorite class.

PHIL 435 - The Interrelations of Science, Philosophy and Religion TR 9:30-10:45

Another early morning but totally worth getting out of bed for. Not only is the subject matter mind boggeling, but the proffesor is the same crazy guy I had for my sci-fi class. The books for this class include: "The Grand Inquisitor" from The brothers Karamozof, Equus in which some guy worships horses as gods (reministant of Gulliver's Travels), The Dancing Wi Li Warriors and another book on String Theory and Quantum Mechanics. Yikes.

But this is going to be fun. You know how much i love debating religion and Dr. Seescholtz loves it even more. Did you know that our idea of what Jesus looks like is supposedly way off? Apparently, it was against Jewish law to have long hair. These scientists found a skull from around that era and did facial reconstruction to see what he would look like. We haven't gotten to that part yet, but its stuff like this that's gonna get me out of bed at . . 8am *involuntary shudder*

WMNST 001 - Intro to Women's Studies TR 11:00-12:15

I love Tuesdays and Thursdays cus my morning is one good class after another. I was a little skeptical about this class as visions of the crazy feminist bitch Desecko flashed through my mind, but this woman is really cool. I took Women's Studies because I needed a US and International cultures and I didn't want to take history and this class satisfied both requirements.

I was afraid it was going to be a lot of boring history crap but its not. Ok, there's obviiously a lot of history involved but its really interesting and not dry like a normal history class would be. And a lot of the readings (and there are a lot of readings) are articles, not just facts.

I think I'm also going to join the women's group on campus. They're putting on the Vagina Monologues which i'm trying out for tomorrow. The term "try-out" is actually inaccurate, since we were told that anyone who wants to act, will but they need to asign specific monologues. Oh, and did I mention theres less than 2 weeks of rehersals? yeah.


Not done yet, but i gotta get to class then to the laundromatt then work. I'll try and finish latter tonight

Ok, I'm back. Now where was I> Oh right

CMPSC 203: Computer Programing with Business Applications TR 1:00-2:40

Loooong ass class! And boring to boot. Sitting at a computer for almost 2 hours staring at line after line of programing code> Pure torture. And he's uploading projects fasting then I can crank them out! This is not going to be fun but my teacher drives in from Delaware (state, not township!) every Tuesday and leaves Thursdays so if it snows Tuesday, we don't have class all week.



So thats all for now. The last 5 weeks of the semester i have a saturday business class 9-5. Major ick! But that's for future Jackie to deal with.

Now, i wanna hear about your guys's classes so when you're bitching later in the semester, I'll have some idea of what's going on. And, Sully, tell us about the move in!

Happy Post Christmas Update!

Yay Chirstmas!!! Hands down, my favorite holidiay Evah! But you already knew that. Christmas Eve with the cousins was . . . exausting with constant piggie backs but still awesome. PJs and (awfull) sweaters from the cousins.

Christmas day was great. My mom went a little crazy. I got new stage combat pants, posters, clothes, sneakers and some funky stuff i have no idea where she picked up. and BOOKS!!! So many great books.

Sadly, most of the clothes didn't fit but mom and I had fun at Khols exchanging them. Got a lot more with sale prices. And i found the most GorGeoUS coat!! Its long and black with beautiful blue flowers embroidered on it. <3 love <3

But the sizing its fucked up like whoa! In misses I'm swimming in a small but in juniors, I'm barely squeezing myself into and Extra Large! And if i can't fit into an XL, what the hell are people who are bigger than me>! More over, what are the teeny people wearing if even the XL are tiny>

Anyway, yay Thursday Christmas!!! Can't Wait!

I should be killed!

Every semester i do the same thing and every semester i wanna shoot myself by the end. I totally fucked over my statistics class, and the worst part is that, yesterday i thought i did really well. I really though i was gonna pull off a B. Far from it. I got a 45. a fucking 45!!! and next to my shameful 45 was the lovely note "Why have your grades dropped so> Is something wrong>" Yeah, somethings wrong, i'm a fucking idiot.

I finally thought i was getting this whole "confidence interval" shit, but in the book, they tell you what formulas to use, but on the test i blank like a fucking moron. If i get a C on the final, i can pull off a C in the class but the way my grades have been going i don't think thats gonna happen. I think i'm gonna 'have to use one of my late drops which means i'm gonna have to take it again next semester but i can't drop any of my other classes so i'm gonna be taking 18 credits

Also, I was supposed to practice my scene with Radi so i got to school at 11 when my first class isn't until 3 and we spent the whole time looking for a place to practice and finding none. Now i have 4 finals, 2 english papers, 1 MIS paper and case report

On top of that, no one can cover for me Saturday so i can't go to the Hanuuka party. Emmy's got a formal, Natalie can't get a ride and Bill doesn't want Jack to do it alone since he's new, but he can totally handle it. Bill's just being a jackass. GAH!!

Bullet to the brain-pan. SQUISH!

What is going on in the world today> I finally checked my penn state e-mail to find an e-mail from my MIS teacher saying that one of the kids in our class suddenly died. I don't know who he was or how he died but it just blows my mind to think someone our age could just up and die.

And tonight i come home to the news of a school shooting. Not out in Oklahoma or some other crazy state no one actually lives in, but in PA. Montgomery County, no less, right in my backyard.

Crazy shit

I PASSED!!

Saturday was our Stage Combat Certification test and I passed all three disciplines i tested in!! I'm now certified in Single Sword, Unarmed and Rapier and Dagger! And since i have 3 certifications, the SAFD recognizes me as an Actor Combatant!! AH EXCLIMATION POINTS!!!!!!

So here's a break down of the day, if you were interested

I was up at 6 gorham 30 in the morning to meet Shosh and Kim at a Diner (where we bumped into Owen, Doug and Erin) before the Arcadia building opened at 8:30 for us to practice. It was only the second time i'd been able to work on that stage and the first time i had actually gotten to work there with my scene partners, Giselle and Kim. 10 o'clock, Alan, the adjudicator came and everyone performed there scenes for him and the assembled friends and parents. I went a hell of a lot faster than i thought it would even though Ian's Arcadia kids were testing too so there were like 30 something scenes. It was amazing to watch though, especially people like Owen and Doug who have been doing this for years.

After that, the parents and friends got kicked out and Alan assigned most of us partners and weapons to work on a small section of one of the fights we'd done. Luckily, I got paired with Kin again doing a section of our R&D fight. he gave us each a word to work on. Mine was intention and Kim's was extention. After practicing till i thought my arm would fall off, we did it for him again a few times while he gave us notes and changes.

Then Alan and Ian went off to Ian's office (in a trailor) and one by one we got sent in like criminals being sentenced. I was the last to go in and i'm watching everyone else come back, all with at least 1 certificate and some with seals of excellence, all the while hoping i'm going to pass at least 1.

When I got in, Alan showed me his notes and said my fights looked a little measured and that we were concentrating more on "now i thrust here" instead of "now, i'm gonna stab you here" and that my center was off and since both my partners (as well as everyone else there) were shorter than me so i needed to get down more into my stance. I'm sitting there freaking out that he's gonna fail me. But i saved myself in the second half of the test, he said, so i passed.

As much as my parents embarass me sometimes, i was very greatfull that my dad had decided to tape my scenes, and after watching them, i understood what alan meant. When i thought i was getting lower into my stance, i was really just hunching my back and looking like Quasimodo. And my scenes were very measured though i'd like to think that was because we got the scripts less than a week before the test whereas the Arcadia kids had been working with scripts for weeks if not months. Not that its an excuse, just next time, i need to work the fighting around the scene and not the other way around.

But i passed (yay!) and now i can concentrate on killing myself over exams and papers for the next 2 weeks. Kill me, please.

I just saw the first Clapper and Chia pet commercials of the season.


It's now officially Christmas time

Would anyone mind if I moved the earth a little further from the sun so we'd have more hours in the day> Just until finals are over. I swear i'll put it back when i'm done.

I found out yesterday that i have an accounting test on Friday and I haven't been paying attention. But it's ok because its only 3 chapters and i've been understanding the stuff i did pay attention to. I also found out that my last test that i was dreading getting back was an 83. Fuck yeah! I was afraid i might have to drop this class but i could maybe pull off a B. Not that that's fantastic, but its a lot better than i thought it would be. I might even manage to squeek my lame-ass gpa up to a 3.0 God i suck.

The good news is, the stat test i thought i was going to have next week isn't until the week after. Same with my English paper (for a book i haven't read yet).

And then there's stage combat certs which are a week from saturday. (AHH!!) We drilled those fights like crazy and i'm still not comfortable with them. Especailly Rapier and dagger which is our newest discipline and our 2nd longest fight. Oh, and did I mention that, along with the fight, we have to memorize a scene> A scene we still haven't picked out yet and i have to memorize three of them. yikes!

On top of that, we have our final scene for theater and I'm sucking horribly. I just can't seem to get into this character's head! It's bugging me out like no other!

But more than school is finances freaking me out. I spent way too much in Ireland to the point where i had to borrow more money from my mom, which makes her none too happy. I depoisited all of my money (yeah, $70) into my account and once i get paid saturday and pay my mom back I'll have $30 to my name. Which is just perfect with Christmas coming up and presents to buy :P

So after that lovely little pity fest . . . Pictures!!
Pictures!!

Reality Sucks

For one blissfull week, I didn't have to think about school, work, money or food. Now I'm back and everything is back and crushing me into the ground. I still have my paper that was dues last tuesday, I'm 3 or 4 chapters behind in Stat, 2 chapters behind in MIS, i missed 2 more of my Accounting classes and have no idea whats going on. GAH!

I just realized how much money i spent in Ireland. It was like $600 plus the $500 for the plane ticket. So now i owe my mom $500 for the ticket, $300 for the loan and over $800 from the summer. I can't even pick up more hours at work because everyone has a set schedule. I'd love to pick up another job but i barely have time now between work and school.

of course the highlight of my day was when Arturo bluntly said, "did you gain weight on your trip>" Are you KiDInG Me! And then later that night, Avel asked me how much i weighed and i jokingly saids "Why> Do I look fat>" and he said, "no, not too bad" So yeah, i'm not eating until 2007.

On the upside, I finally got my heat fixed. Of course I told Joe it was broken last month and my mom mentioned it when he called her about the rent. He told my mom that he didn't think i was turning it on right. YOU TURN THE FUCKING DIAL TO HIGH!! Its not that complicated!! The electrician said it was supposed to be putting out 12 watts and it was only putting out about 2.3 Joe's an idiot. Can't turn a dial! I'm not the one who runs a landscaping business and still lives with mommy! Now he's charging me $5 A DAY for every day my rent check is overdue. (My mom mailed it out while we were away)

*random subject change*

So Danny im-ed me today and apparently he's been in Baghdad since October. He's there for a year and claims that war is borring. He's odd.

I HAVE A SWORD!!!!

Dan came over and dropped it off this morning and she is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen! Because I'm such a loser, I'm gonna try and take some pictures for you guys whether you want to see them or not.

In other news, I failed my stat test. Not like a whinny "oh, god i think i failed my stat test" and actually get a B. I only answered 2 out of the 6 questions so the best i can hope for is a 33. That kind of failed. But luckily he drops our lowest test grade and my other 2 tests were Bs. Gonna have to work really hard on the next test and the final if i want to get an A in the class.

We're leaving in 3 days for IRELAND!! I am excited beyond words!


This fly has been buzzing around my appartment since last night and its really starting to bug me. I guess you know its time to clean up when you start attracting bugs. And that sink full of dishes isn't going to wash itself. Though its unlikely i'm gonna wash it either.

btw. Is milk from Oct 23 bad cus it tastes ok.

I'M PACKED!!!!

I managed to squeeze it all into my one small bag. (Shut up! Sweaters are bulky!) I still need to pack my carry-on but thats for Friday. And we're leaving in 5 days!! Sooo excited!!

Now i just have to survive this last week of school which means a Stat test and paper due tomorrow and an MIS case report due Thursday. AHH!

But we'll be in Ireland in less than a week!! And that's the thought thats gonna keep me going while i'm pulling an all-nighter tonight.

So yesterday> (Thursday) yeah, totally awsome, amazing day. We worked on our scenes for theater and despite getting my jeans filthy from practicing outside (one of the first things i do is fling myself on the ground) it was awsome. I really love this scene. Anything where i get to throw slippers at Radi is great! Plus i convinced Martha to have the class do our scenes in the theater which is sooooo much bigger with more room to practice. No more muddy pants

Lunch was the best though. I had mentioned to Dan and Susan about my stage combat class and how i wanted a swept-hilt rapier. Apparently Dan's uncle lives out in California and they had a Producer's issue with impezeling or some-such. Long story short, he got to keep the props including a swept-hilt rapier that he sent to dan who, in-turn is going to give it to me!! Now its very likely not stage combat worthy but its still a fucking sword! For Free!! Now he's definatly getting a christmas present!

In English we got our second papers back. I was expecting a B at best because I knew it wasn't my best work and it wasn't even as good as my last paper which got an A-. Apparently my prof. disagreed since he gave me an A. I really hope the next one will be better though and I think it will be. I'm writing about Shakespeare's views of love using Twelfth Night and Othello and I'm always better writing about Shakespeare. He's my husband you know. I don't even mind that he likes to sleep with men.

And of course, yesterday was great because i was still flying from wednesday. The morning was a little stressfull with broken alarms and misplaced birth certificates, not to mention the mysterious strawberry rd. that we couldn't find. But we made it on time especially since our "appointment" was more for them to know how many people to expect. There was no actual apointment, just DMV style windows and lines. Though unlike the DMV, the lines actually moved.

Now when i called them the previous day to ask how long these "apointments" lasted, i was told an hour. Apparently that was the time we had to wait to get to the second set of windows. After that it was another 3 hours until our passports were ready.

Not being Philadelphians, we had nowhere to go and simply wandered in the rain, squished under one BUMBERSHOOT!! If you can have "rain-slickers" and "goloshes" then i can have "bumbershoot" We did find a really cute area of town and managed to not get lost and even found ourselves some crappy pizza.

We went back to the passport place about an hour before our passports were set to be ready. This time i remembered to leave my little knife in the car. The first time going in the security guard informed me that I could actually be prosecuted for having it on federal property. She suggested i leave it across the street and i found a nice dumpster in the alley and put it, ironically, next to another knife. Amazingly, it was still there when I got back, though a might wetter.

So now we have our passports, our tickets should arrive any day and WE'RE GOING TO IRELAND!!!!!


AHHHH!!!!!

OK, It's 2 in the morning and I just went outside to get my new toothpaste out of the car. As I'm fumbling around in my trunk, I hear loud noises coming from Joe's lumber yard a couple hundrend feet away. Now, it could be cats or just stuff falling but it sounded like someone was in there. Theres also a strange car out there and its not the Maryland car that sometimes stays overnight.

I quickly found my toothpaste and came back inside, locking the door behind me. I don't wanna call the cops cus its probably nothing, plus last time i heard strange noises, it turned out to just be some crazy cus in the pizza place shelving sodas at 1am. Not to mention i'm in pjs. I'm gonna go downstairs and lock the bolt too. Good thing I brought all my daggers from home!



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Just went downstairs and there is definatly someone out there! I think that he works for Joe because he has a truck like his and he's driving around with his lights on so he's not trying to hide the fact that he's there. I called Joe but he didn't answer so I called my dad. He agreed that the guy probably works for Joe. (though what he's doing there at 2:30 in the morning, i can't fathom)

I'll call Joe in the morning just so he knows. For tonight, I'm staying inside and keeping a dagger close by. Though im more likely to stab myself.

Why do girls feel the need to share everything with one another? Whether tid-bits about their day or stuff no one really wants to hear about, girls need to share it all. Even as I was in the middle of an event which i shall later reveal, I was thinking about how I was gonna blof it out and tell you guys. What is wrong with girls?

But back to that later.

Halloween is a fantastick holiday. There's costumes and candy and, of course, copious amounts of alcohol. I somehow managed to squeeze about 10 people into my tiny little studio (though there were not enough chairs to go around. And it was great to have my tempest friends chatting with my stat friends and my theater friends. Many stories were told though hell if i can remeber any of them. Though I do remember hold a death grip on the back of Susan's chair and gesturing emphatically with sharp and pointies. There was also a late night jam session featuring Lucy (my guitar).

By 4 o'clock the only people remaining were Sytoshi ("ash") and Rich from my stat class. Ash had driven and had been holding off on drinking until i told him they could stay. Around 5:30, Rich and I walked to Wawa for eggs and orange juice while Ash pased out upstairs. I was still pretty drunk but managed to make eggs for both of us as well as toast and porkroll. Gotta love a nice greasy breakfast after a night of heavy drinking.

We went outside to try and watch the sunrise but were unable to locate east. And we're supposed to be in college. Nor could we see the sun for all the houses and trees in the way.

It was starting to rain, so we went back inside and found ourselves alone in the kitchen. Rich started babeling about the fact that i cooked for him and concluded that, were i not in his stat class he might kiss me. This thought was quickly follwed by a "maybe even if you were in my stat class" And next thing i know, i've got a face full of Rich and am holding on to the freezer door to keep from falling over.

It was a new experience with the beard and the tounge ring and deffinatly more enjoyable than my last drunken snog-fest. God, I'm such a whore. I had to keep my arms pinned to my sides to keep his hands from going where they shouldn't and remove them when they did (and not just up. Guys are horny bastards).

Now I don't know. I had never thought about Rich like that. He's a really nice guy. He loves dogs and cares about people and is supposedly smart (though you couldn't tell by his stat grades) but he's also a little immature, he got his licence taken away for 2 DUIs and he's got one of those septum nose rings like a bull.

Plus the idea of a relationship kind of freaks me out. I don't know that I like him but i might grow to. But that's how I started with Danny and we always seemed to be more friends with bennefits than boyfirend and girlfriend. It would be different if it were someone that i already liked nut i don't know if i wanna do this again.

I think my problem is that i have this image of the perfect guy in my head and am unwilling to settle for anything else. I know that's stupid and unrealistic but when i was with Danny, I was constantly thinking, "What if I'm closing off my other options?"

Though the Rich thing may not even be an issue. He told me that he definatly had to get my number but he never did and said nothing to me in stat yesterday (though it was lecture with 90 kids and he came in late). We'll see. By the way, if you hadn't already guessed, this was the "event" which i refered to earlier.



In Other News:

- I have an accounting test Monday I'm gonna fail because 2 weeks ago our teacher was out the whole week and this week he canceled all classes

- We've just entered my favorite time of year (though not weather wise) from Halloween to Christmas. Lots of holidays with good food and Christmas shopping!

- I got my scene assignment for the final project in theater and am doing act 4 from Pygmailion with Radi, the flamboant, egocentric rich kid who never shows up for class.

- This weather is freaking me out. Last week I was freezing in sweaters and this week i'm comfortable in a t-shirt

The car is fine (though I'm pretty sure the deer isn't) Its 2:30 in the morning and i just got home from Jamie's house. I was up on Railroad ave and I saw a face popping out of the woods. I started to break but realize I was past her and she wasn't going to run in front of me. Well, she decided instead to run into me.

Of course this comes the week i have my mom's car and not 5 minutes after a conversation about how i have the worst luck with cars and I'm going to die in a car crash. I pulled over next to the fenced in lot to inspect the damage and call Jamie and of course it's FrEZing outside. Luckily, there were no dents or scratches (good thing it wasn't a buck).

Seroiusly, how do these things keep happening to me?! Next time, my car is gonna catch fire. God, I'm fucing Stephanie Plum :P

So two people this year have felt the need to remark on my appearance. On girl who i know, i know but can't seem to remember stopped me to tell me how different my hair looked after i got it cut. I barely even noticed a change. Kitty, Justin's girlfriend told me i looked like a completely different person and not like 'a crazy fairy anymore' Apparently, me as a redhead = crazy.

New subject. In case i haven't mentioned (and I believe I have) I got a job at Glenside Pizza in Keswick Village which is an adorable little street. It's not the most complicated job in the world, i type in the orders, answer the phones and take people's money. I only get $6.50/hr but i get paid cash under the table and its a really relxed environment. Bill even told me i can bring a book for when its slow. Not a bad deal.

I got talking to Bill and one of the pizza guys last night about school and I told them I want to work with non-profit charities and what's the first thing he asks me? "Are you christian?" GAH! I hate that people always assume that i have some kind of religious motivation. Why can't i do good just to do good? Anyway, he told me that it was very 'godly' and i countered that it was human and he joked that god'll probably forgive me for not believing in him. Nice bunch of folks.

And now, i'll leave you with this, a link to my photobucket with pics from last day of faire. Esspecially for those of you would couldn't be there because you're off living the drunken good life in Ireland. :P

http://s12.photobucket.com/albums/a213/change_the_w0rld/Faire/