There is nothing quite like waking up from a deep sleep to the cheesy ring of a cheap portable phone. Especally when that deep sleep is induced by the consumption of almost illegal beverages, the crossing of an international border, and 4 hours of continuous dancing or walking. But I do have to say that I enjoy Windsor. It's always fun to go over the bridge or under the tunnel and see the skylines. Jazz took most of the pictures last night, so I'm waiting on her to upload them to Facebook. Then I'm going to manipulate them a little for optimum viewing with Paint.Net. And then I'm going post them.
I have today off.. which is always fun... so I've been sitting around in my hanes boxers and a hoodie watching Law and Order: Criminal Intent. Apparently there's some kind of Marathon on USA for it. There is just something about the way that every show is basically the same, with tiny variations. Well, Mom is going to be picking me up soon.

Hasta

Should be.... Focus.. I need focus

I have no idea what to write about.... these always turn into the most interesting posts, in my mind. But everything is interesting in my mind. haha.

I should probably be packing, as I'm heading to Jackson tonight after work, to do some laundry (cause it's free at mom's), and we're going car shopping for her tomorrow. :) Her not so old, clunker of a Sable died on Monday. And she's been using a rental car to get around but, let's be honest, rental cars are no where near affordable for everyday use.

This weekend, I have rather big plans.. I'm going to Canada with a few friends to celebrate Jennie's Birthday. She's turning 23. Yes at 23 you can drink in the US... however most of us who are going aren't 21, myself included. So we're going to celebrate with her in Canada, it was her idea.

Jennie Me Ruth


And yes, we are adorable. And yes, we do know this. Anyhow, this weekend is sure to be RATHER exciting. (to see Ruth clearly you need to somehow get to the picture.. cause this layout doesnt move.. argggg! But I lover her anyhow.)

while posting this rather short entry, i did some "researching" and have lost all direction for where I was going... hopefully I will really write an entry that won't be cut off by me saying that I lost my direction.... but until then...

yall come on back now, ya hear?!

Alright Already

I'm posting, dang it...

I was going to wait and have something really worth while to write about.. like how I fell in love (haha right.) Or was graduating and being offered a "real" job. But it just ain't happening right now. Right now I'm busy trying not to fall asleep in my contemporary selling class.. My professor isnt very good at speaking English.. and has this snort cough nasal thing he does every 35 seconds when he pauses awkwardly in the middle of a lecture. I'm not trying to pick on the man, honestly.. it just is what it is.

I've been enjoying Miz Ree's story about how she met her husband, MM. I have to admit that since I started reading her blog I've re-fallen in love with the idea of marrying a farmer/rancher in Kentucky and just raising a brood of my own chitlins.

I got new photo editing software last night, so I will be posting some pics soon. I know better than to promise when I can't deliver, but I gotta figure out how it all works, before I really post anything. :) Now I think I'm going to mess with some pics.

.... Deep Thoughts about my future

I'm one of those people who has the crazy thought patterns where they start thinking about eating something for lunch and the next thing you know theyre thinking about the people who live in India and worship cows and how sad their lives must be because they don't get to eat cheeseburgers big ol' greasy ones from McDonald's.

I give that small disclaimer so that you understand how, while I was sweeping the bakery, I started to think about posting this blog and I got to thinking about how I always thought I'd be married by 21. I'm turning 21 in under six months and I'm not married. I know HOW RUDE of me. My generation is truly outrageous, truly truly outrageous (that was for the Dane Cook fans). Anyhow, I just always figured I would be. There's nothing wrong with not being. I just thought i'd be one of those people who would find their true love at 2 and a half and be ready to get married as soon as they graduate high school, and really have already started a family. Instead in the world i call reality, I am about to turn twenty one, havent been in a real relationship in years. The guy at seven I thought I was going to marry is about to get married to a girl who isn't worth his holey underpants. And I'm going to be hanging out at home this friday night with my mom. Not that I dont love my mom.. its just not quite what I'd like to be doing on a Friday night.

I have made a concious decision though. If I am not in a serious relationship by my 28th birthday I'm going to look into getting artificially inseminated. I want to be a mother before I'm 30. And if I can't do it the classic way, then I'll go the more unnatural way. I'm alright with that. I've already told my mom that too. So she can prepare herself for all the bullshit grandparents have to put up with when their kids aren't from the A+ American family.

Alright.. it's too late for this much thought.. i need to sleep.

Panera-Isms

I love my job.. okay maybe not love... but I enjoy my job on most occasions. A main part of the reason I love my job is because of the customers who come in. Alot of the regulars always have a smile on their face, which makes me want to smile sincerely, instead of the 'grin and bear it' Panera Warmth. Alot of the people who come in are unique to Ann Arbor, and you'll understand once I start to tell about them. ;)

There's the older gay couple who comes in. They are hilarious guys. They come early on the weekends and late on the weekdays. They're out there with their love. They both have handicaps, but i don't believe either of them is mentally disabled. They remind me of my dad because they always have on a good amount of jewelry. They're not ostentatious about their orientation, which makes it easier for me. I can just tell because I've been exposed to the undercover homo's most of my life. They wear rainbow bracelets and just have certain things that I recognize as pride symbols. And on top of that, they're really nice guys.

Next up is our lesbian couple. They come in every weekend and get breakfast. They're cute. I'm not absolutely sure who has the more masculine role, but I have ideas. One of them always gets the same thing, and the other will switch it up. I think i like them so much because they are funny and they like to laugh. Even if they're not having the best days, they still have a smile on their face, or a joke.

Luigi* is in every morning, rain or shine. He rides his bike, sometimes his son comes with him. His order NEVER changes. He always gets a medium soda, a cinnamon crunch bagel and a cinnamon chip scone. He actually steps inside the store and we've got it ready in under 30 seconds. Of course if there's a line he has to wait anyway, buts okay. He is really nice, as is, his son. Before classes started back they would eat breakfast together and read the paper. It's nice to see that kind of a connection in families in this day and age.

There's an older guy who comes in everyday and gets the same thing with little change. He gets a bowl of soup (mostly French Onion, every once in a while Broccoli Cheddar) and "brown bread" which means whole grain baguette. I didn't know that the first time, and gave him a plain baguette and he brought it back up to me and asked for brown bread. I figured out what he meant.

There's also the "2 sugar" latte lady, the oatmeal cookie on Sunday guys, Pam's guy, the mother of two that i'd like to suffocate, McHott-Arms-Man, Mr. Bike Jerk, Apple Store guy, and what is Panera at the Colonade without Passion Fruit Bagel Bunch Lady. I'll tell you guys about these ones later. ;)

What was that shawty?

-NOT KID FRIENDLY LANGUAGE-

Today was the first day of classes at Eastern. There are 85 people in my business law class, and the professor seems to be hilarious. The accounting professor started to put me to sleep today which means that I'm going to have to start going to Starbucks before I go to class. My Contemporary Selling professor has an accent that I can't place. I'm not sure if it just keeps changing, or if I'm just not used to placing them. I'm excited about my classes tomorrow too, Macro Econ and Linear Models & Probability. Yeah.. I'm going to need caffeine fo' sho'.

Anyhow. Last night I was up extremely late, because I was talking to Bryan, and i didn't want to leave him alone.. because I dont get to talk to him very often. I've been talkin to him for like.. almost 5 years.

I'm going to insert a few snippets of our conversation...

Us Talking about Me starting School

Me :i start class tomorrow... im kina freakin, cause i transferred schools.
Me :what if they dont like me? lol
Him:same shit as b4?
Him:from the other new school
Him:u hadnt been there long
Me :2 years. thats long.
Him:oh that long already?
Me :yeah
Him:damn
Me :lol.
Him: so what if no1 likes u ?
Me :i dont know. i'll come home and cry?
Me :youre supposed to say that it couldnt happen. im too easy to like.. geez
Me :i may as well give myself a pep talk.
Him:it cant
Him:duh
Me :lmao. right
Him:we all love ur T+A
Me :lmfao. if for no other reason
Him:lol

_____________________________

My Body/Your Body


ME : i found a pic of what i want to look like.. its the one im going to take to the plastic surgeon's with me..
ME : wanna see?
HIM: hang on k
HIM: go ahead
ME : like this < link >.. only a little more boob.. and a little more ass
HIM : more tits?
ME : yup
HIM : so more boobs then that?
HIM : ur boobs are bigger then that?
ME : lol. No. thats why im going to the plastic surgeon
ME : i have C cup.. which is like..average

HIM : boobs
ME : yes. what about them?
HIM: i like em?
ME : congratulations!
HIM: and a big ass like u linked
HIM : or yours
HIM : for that matter
HIM: especially yours
ME : especially mine?
ME : why's that?
HIM: they are nice?
HIM: and big
HIM: and so is ur ass
ME : lol.
ME : thanks
HIM: arent they?
ME : i guess?
ME : ima girl.. i dont know..
HIM: u do know
ME : lol
HIM: u have a real big ass
HIM: and real big tits
HIM: and sexy lips
HIM: thick theighs
HIM: everything
ME : lmao. you like the way i look more than i do..
HIM: yes
HIM : u prolly like the way i look more then i do too?
HIM : if that makes sense
ME : lol.
ME : i do like the way you look
ME : lmao.

It took me a good few minutes to realize that he had just said that he liked the way i looked.

Anyhow... Im tired and my tummy is grumbling.. So im gunna go..


BYE LOVELIES!

Yup.

Soo...
We're moved in.  Concordia started classes last Wednesday, so jessica and sarah are attending classes.  jessica is officially transferred to the Ann Arbor/Ypsi store.  I'm starting to get nervous about EMU. 

But good news is that my next check should be BANK. Which brings me to a funny little antcedote about jessica.

Me: Ima make bank next paycheck.
Jess: What? (stares at me completely confused) Like, have money? Not all of it going to pay bills?
Me: Right. Like money in the bank... (staring at her like, really? & then i remember she's White white)

So....
That was my mom on the phone..I knew you heard the phone ringing, while I was seasoning my meat... I know that you were missing my typing as well... se la vie..

Point is, my eldest aunt is 'officially' dying.   and my mom is depressed about it, and not having made more time for her.

On another side note..
Nichole is again, talking about how she's got the right.. whatever it is that our conversation is about.. Meals, Clothes, Boys, Cars, House, Schooling.. BLAH BLAH BLAH....

Im irritated now.. I'm leaving. 

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