tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35558192011-04-21T19:06:39.118-04:00There are no more tickets to the funeral!This is my Blog. This particular Blog is going to serve as an e-journal of sorts for me so if you would like to know all sorts of interesting dirt on a complete stranger stop in and pick up some blackmail material!Scottnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1001100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-1112062072724883802005-03-28T21:07:00.000-05:002005-03-28T21:07:52.726-05:00This is so old. Is it worth reviving?Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-1085025453705833952004-05-19T23:56:00.000-04:002004-05-19T23:57:33.706-04:00How winter came to be
Like some sort of maniacal page brandishing a fiery wand I found her. I rode my golden fleeced sheep into her house and found her. Now don’t tell Demeter, but I stole Persephone and force fed her tiny red granules.
I have her.
I bound and gagged her.
In the crawl space.
I hear her. Kicking the door, muffled sobs in the night, hoping someone will let her out, but Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-1079030784821462382004-03-11T13:46:00.000-05:002004-03-11T13:48:41.763-05:00Death is not the end. Death is a transition. Death is not the end. Death is a transition. That is the mantra I’ve been repeating to myself almost daily for the past seven years or so.
I was thirteen and so was he. His name was Chris.
We were both in middle school, obviously at thirteen, and he was one of the few people who would put up with my mood swings and my fascination with mythic Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-1078862047681811692004-03-09T14:54:00.000-05:002004-03-09T14:56:25.873-05:00The other night I had the unique opportunity to participate in an ayahuasca rite. I drank the sacred brew with the intentions of meeting divinity. I had some questions that needed answering regarding life and the nature of the universe. I gagged it down and waited.
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I had lift-off. The world exploded with fractals and meaning. The rug was deeply meaningful because it was Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-1078725564910193182004-03-08T00:59:00.000-05:002004-03-08T01:01:37.966-05:00It’s 1 AM and everyone is asleep. My friends are out and Justin is in bed. I feel alone. Why do I feel so sad? It’s strange, like I could cry for no reason.Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-1078679256395619002004-03-07T12:07:00.000-05:002004-03-07T12:09:49.623-05:00Oh me, oh my, look who’s updating his blog! It really has been bloody ages since I’ve updated, or even thought of updating. I’m not even sure I remember how to update this thing. Well, here goes:
Some Major Life Events
1. Yup, it’s official I’m all settled down and domesticated like cattle now. Justin and I bought a house and we repainted and redecorated. Then we went to the store and Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-1060011207283064212003-08-04T11:33:00.000-04:002003-08-04T11:33:27.320-04:00Well, it’s been ages since I’ve updated. Mainly because nothing new or interesting has been happening in my life. Summer break, looking for a new job still, extreme boredom, bla bla bla. Same old shit, different day. I was hoping to go outside and maybe swim or go rollerblading today, but it is raining. In fact, it is supposed to rain here for the next ten days. Yuck.
So, today I’m going Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-1057256821489681212003-07-03T14:27:00.000-04:002003-07-03T14:27:01.503-04:00Lately I’ve been reading a few websites. You can find the links here:
Morons
Concerned Women for America
American Family Association
They are all about the so called “homosexual agenda.” After reading them all, I am left with one big, resounding question, why? Why do these people who I have never met, nor will I ever meet care what I do in my bedroom? Why do they care who I am attracted Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-1056970924026109062003-06-30T07:02:00.000-04:002003-06-30T07:02:03.956-04:00Ouch, lots of pain. I think that right now I am sporting the worst sunburn of my life. I decided to go for a run the other day, with my ample free time, and being the intelligent person that I am wore a tank-top instead of a tee-shirt; I neglected the sunscreen too. I ran, and then I got lost. What was supposed to be a 45 minute run turned into a 150 minute run. I was beet red by the time I Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-3856303612003-06-25T15:31:00.000-04:002002-12-10T10:28:03.000-05:00I've added a 100 things list and a brief autobiography of myself in the right hand column. Also, I've added, and will be constantly adding samples of my writing to the left hand column. This is a mish-mash of things that I've written from scholastic essays to short stories. What do you think?Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-1056473639932249892003-06-24T12:53:00.000-04:002003-06-24T12:53:59.953-04:00I’m bored. All throughout last semester I couldn’t wait for it to be over. All I wanted to do was have my summer vacation so that I could some free time. I could catch up on my reading, work on my web page, practice taekwondo regularly; so much seemed possible.
In practice, however, I sleep until noon, wake up and sit, dirty and un-showered, in my PJ’s until either Justin gets home or I Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-1056390188037331662003-06-23T13:43:00.000-04:002003-06-23T13:43:07.970-04:00Exercise: Write a short piece in which rain is featured.
The wind screamed in her ears as she pulled her coat tighter. Tiny pellets of rain fell on her hair and face, causing a little stream of black mascara to run from her eyes, down her cheek. She ran down the street, looking for an alley to duck into, looking for a crevice to squeeze through, looking for a rock to hide under. She hated theScottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-1056173081694098032003-06-21T01:24:00.000-04:002003-06-21T01:24:41.700-04:00I think that by now most people who read this journal (if, after my extended break, there are any left) know that I am by no means a friendly person. I, for the most part, dislike and mistrust people. If one thing annoys me more than anything it is people that can’t speak correctly. One other thing that really gets me is when someone is rude to me, tries to burden me with a problem that I haveScottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-1056025663890357072003-06-19T08:27:00.000-04:002003-06-19T08:27:43.896-04:00Well, my blog had its one year anniversary this month. Looking back, my post counts have always gone in spurts – two months or so of frequent updating, and then the next month or so, no posts at all. Wow, one whole year, and I haven’t changed the layout of the site at all. Is anyone else getting really tired of the way this thing looks, or is it just me?
Quite a bit has happened to me since IScottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-939646262003-05-07T22:26:00.000-04:002003-05-07T22:26:36.560-04:00Well, at least people missed me. Maybe that will rid me of my raging sense of apathy. I’m hoping to do a big update soon. My finals end this Tuesday. Until then I have absolutely no free time.Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-936700322003-05-02T16:14:00.000-04:002003-05-02T16:14:47.680-04:00Guess what? I’m here, and I’m still live and kicking. I think that I just reached an all time new no-post record. My last week of classes is this coming week, and the last half of this one semester has been hellish. I’m a trooper, though, I won’t whine. I only wish that I could say that something interesting happened in the time that I’ve been away – I haven’t made a post in a month and I Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-899573622003-03-01T11:27:00.000-05:002003-03-01T11:27:03.653-05:00Update:
I Passed! I got my orange belt!!!!Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-897777872003-02-26T10:18:00.000-05:002003-02-26T10:18:46.903-05:00What have I done to myself? I didn’t make yesterday’s morning class because I was too tired and couldn’t get out of bed. I didn’t make this morning’s class because my alarm went off too late. I really need to go to class because, frankly, I don’t give a rat’s ass about any of my classes this semester which means, no outside study. I need to do well this semester.
In the class that I was Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-895145142003-02-21T15:12:00.000-05:002003-02-21T15:12:22.340-05:00I added two new essays! Yay!Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-887427752003-02-07T23:55:00.000-05:002003-02-08T00:00:36.000-05:00Justin upset the very delicate ecosystem of our kitchen yesterday; he cleaned. He pulled out the stove and cleaned. He also found the main habitat of all of the cockroaches, and sprayed with a massive amount of Raid. Now there is a mass exodus out of the kitchen. It is the strangest thing to watch, there is a swarm of tiny creepy-crawlies running up the stairs into the bedrooms. The cats areScottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-886240032003-02-05T21:27:00.000-05:002003-02-05T21:27:43.390-05:00Why didn't anyone tell me that my title bar blinked in Netscape? I should probably have checked that myself huh? What can I say, I'm lazy.Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-883444032003-01-31T15:43:00.000-05:002003-01-31T15:43:47.636-05:00You know what? I hate people that can’t say what they think or feel. I don’t like it when someone dislikes me, but rather than tell me to go away, they avoid me, ignore me, and then post something nasty on the internet about me for me to read.
The last time that I checked, I was a big boy, and I can handle rejection well. (I’ve had loads of practice.) If this person (who heretofore shall Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-880783762003-01-26T23:26:00.000-05:002003-01-26T23:26:45.003-05:00Ouch. I got the crap beaten outta me. The worst part being that I beat the crap out of myself. Damn nunchuckus.Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-879924022003-01-24T23:21:00.000-05:002003-01-24T23:21:19.043-05:00You know what? I’d make a damn good monk. I haven’t spoken aloud in about three days. Justin says that I’m in a funk; I say that I am depressed as hell. It’s kind of bizarre really, I woke up the other day and I just didn’t want to be alive anymore. I need serotonin. Anyone willing to donate?
Depression is weird for me my symptoms range from extreme hunger to no appetite from insomnia to Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-876317902003-01-18T03:28:00.000-05:002003-01-18T03:34:47.000-05:00After a minor incident, my site is up and running properly again. I have also added a dream journal to the 'about me' section. I will attempt to update it everyday. Also, I had to ban someone from my comment box so if you are trying to comment and it isn't letting you drop me an email and let me know to lift the ban. I hate to ban people, but if harassment becomes a constant problem, I will Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-876090232003-01-17T16:31:00.000-05:002003-01-18T02:03:43.000-05:00So, I'm eating a microwaveable burrito and, to be blunt, I just realized that it smells like cum. You know, I don't think that I'm hungry anymoreScottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-875492332003-01-16T15:03:00.000-05:002003-01-16T15:03:43.163-05:00God I feel strange. My brain feels bizarre. Not my head, but my actual brain. I feel like it is warm and tingling, and my scalp is tingling too. Not to mention, I’m in this big mushy ‘hold me’ mood. I feel absolutely pathetic. Of course, it could have something to do with my lack of sleep.
Last night I drove Justin to pick his car up from the mechanic’s and when we got back, our roommate, Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-873642152003-01-13T13:44:00.000-05:002003-01-13T13:44:32.946-05:00Brevis ipsa vita est sed malis fit longior.
What’s this? Could it be? I think it is – it’s a sign of life from me. This time, really and truly, I am back. I’m back, I’m medicated, and I’m better than ever! I want to thank everyone who has taken the time to email me in the past few days and ask where I was, and whether or not I was alright. It was these emails that convinced me to write Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-866888152002-12-30T02:17:00.000-05:002002-12-30T02:17:59.466-05:00I'm back. After a much needed vacation from everything, I'm back. To preemptively answer everyone's question, yes, I had a very nice Xmas. I would like to also wish everyone a happy belated Christmas. To my Pagan friends and readers, I would like to wish you a happy belated Yule.
The other question that is bound to arise would be, "What have I been doing in the past month or so that it hasScottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-859804992002-12-14T00:49:00.000-05:002002-12-14T00:49:22.363-05:00Mors ultima linea rerum est.
I step into my bedroom. The blinds are drawn, but the sun outside is glaring brightly enough to cast just the right amount of light so that I can see. There are two people lying side by side on my bed; they have plastic bags over their heads. I walk over to them and poke my finger into their mouths, enabling them to breathe again. The one closest to me gasps. ItScottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-855060362002-12-04T18:11:00.000-05:002002-12-04T18:11:55.633-05:00In Ovo
It is amazing how much of other people’s lives you can pick up on just by being observant. I am sitting on a bench on the middle of the busy street, surrounded by snippets of conversation:
A girl is on her cell phone. She is talking to her unfaithful boyfriend, her voice cracks as she speaks. The conversation carries an undertone of, “Don’t you love me anymore? How could you do this?Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-852294592002-11-28T18:39:00.000-05:002002-11-28T18:39:26.186-05:00The other night I was lying in bed and I felt someone by the bedside. It was a female, I decided, everything about her screamed femininity; the way she smelled, the sound of her breath, and the way she spoke. It was too dark to see her. She pressed her lips against my ear for a minute and then she spoke.
“Is it everything you wanted?”
“Is what…?” I wracked my brain, trying to figure out Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-849553452002-11-22T22:56:00.000-05:002002-11-22T22:58:16.000-05:00Ab ovo usque ad mala
~Seeing as how the last entry was written for Andi, and because Pen Pen felt left out, this entry was written for Pen Pen.~
To start off, let me just say that, no, Denny, I did not do the nasty with Michael. Why is that you ask? Well, because I have a boyfriend and I am trying to be good. I will remain good…unless of course Denny actually decides to come for a visit. Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-845312192002-11-14T11:30:00.000-05:002002-11-14T11:30:29.066-05:00aut disce aut discede
~This entry is just for Andi~
Ok, I’m just a bit disturbed right now. Why is there a biohazard waste bin in my office? Moreover, why is it made out of CARDBOARD?! I don’t have any biologically hazardous waste (ok, I do, but I normally deposit that in the toilet, I swear.) so why is it in here. As far as I know, no one else uses it either. I’m too frightened to look Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-841359552002-11-06T16:42:00.000-05:002002-11-06T16:42:43.070-05:00Truth number 1: Yes, hate is a very strong word.
Truth number 2: Hate is the easiest thing in the world to feel. Love takes time to find and maintain, sadness needs caring for, and anger vanishes too quickly. Hate, pure and unadulterated, can last a lifetime.
Contrary to popular belief, and all that hippie mumbo-jumbo, the world is not a beautiful place, love is not free, and happiness is Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-838286772002-10-31T11:02:00.000-05:002002-10-31T11:02:54.803-05:00 Anus Equi Volants
Happy Halloween Everybody! To my Pagan friends (and readers) Happy Samhain and Happy New Year! (Note: Samhain is pronounced, roughly, Sowain.) This is my all-time favorite holiday, bar none. I was actually supposed to go to a celebratory rite tonight, but I have class, and my Nazi of a professor scheduled a mid-term for tonight. What kind of person schedules a mid-term onScottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-837734582002-10-30T10:34:00.000-05:002002-10-30T10:34:40.980-05:00amantium irae amoris integratio est
I am in a bad mood. To do something constructive, and not insulting, with this bad mood, I am going to make a list of my pet peeves:
I hate it when people spell the way that they speak. This doesn’t make you sound kewl, it makes you sound unintelligent.
I deplore the use of double negatives. I don’t use no double negatives, and I don’t think no one else Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-835215702002-10-25T16:00:00.000-04:002002-10-25T16:00:56.223-04:00sui occido
I’ve been a mess lately. Earlier today I had the rare opportunity to cry over a photo album. While I was unpacking my stuff last night I found one of my old photo albums and I set it aside to look at. I looked at it earlier today; the photos are from when I was in elementary school. I had to have been between 6 and 10 when the pictures were taken. There were pictures of my parentsScottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-834663702002-10-24T12:33:00.000-04:002002-10-24T12:33:07.246-04:00 una salus victis nullam sperare salutem
Ugh! Essays! I have an essay to write for a (non-school related) class; this essay was assigned in June and I still haven’t started it. The due date is coming up soon. It has to be a 2500 word essay on the history of the Celtic people. Included in this I have to give information about 2 primary male and 2 primary female deities, and tell where they Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-833554022002-10-22T11:44:00.000-04:002002-10-22T11:44:10.200-04:00abyssus abyssum invocat
My birthday came and went, and it was utterly depressing. Nobody remembered so I spent the night home alone, curled up in bed, watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Not my picture of the ideal birthday, but that’s ok I suppose.
My laptop came in yesterday, but I wasn’t home to receive the shipment, so today I have to drive down to the UPS office to pick up my package. I Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-809950532002-09-01T12:11:00.000-04:002002-09-01T12:11:36.710-04:00 Bad Bad Me
I have been so horribly awful when it comes to updating lately. I have started classes again. I am so bogged down with schoolwork now. This semester, I am only taking four classes, because that is all I can handle on top of my two jobs. I am taking Social Problems, Introduction to American Political Processes, Music Appreciation, and Shakespeare. How boring are all of those? Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-804275832002-08-19T09:41:00.000-04:002002-08-19T09:41:20.240-04:00So if you’ve got no other choice, you know you can follow my voice through the dark turns and noise of this wicked little town.
I just bought a Vanilla Coke and it’s warm. Blah!
Last night I got sick. Very, very sick, so sick, in fact, that I thought I was dying. I was coughing up blood and there was blood streaming out of, well, ‘the other end.’ I was doubled over and in so much pain thatScottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-803166572002-08-16T09:01:00.000-04:002002-08-16T09:03:29.000-04:00You can all relax now, I'm back!
I’m sorry that is has been so long since I’ve updated but I have lost all motivation to do anything other than sleep really. I’ve been very stressed out.
So, I’ve decided something very important. I hate my state job. I absolutely cannot stand it. In fact, I hate it so much that the hate that I do have for it is interfering with my ability to do any form of Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-795955682002-07-30T10:38:00.000-04:002002-07-30T10:38:48.030-04:00I Break the Yolks and Make a Smiley Face. I Kind of Like it in My Brand-New Place
All right people! Sheesh! I’m here! I know, I haven’t updated it a very long time; it’s been hard as I don’t currently have Internet access in my new apartment. I’m working on it. I have also been really busy at work lately so I haven’t had time to update there either. Quite a bit has happened though. WhereScottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-793432912002-07-24T08:11:00.000-04:002002-07-24T08:11:25.370-04:00I want to die!
I am so freakin' exhausted! I moved, and now I am too tired to do anything but sleep. I will attempt to work up sufficent motivation to work on my blog tomorrow. Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-791038932002-07-18T09:08:00.000-04:002002-07-18T09:08:33.640-04:00En Vogue!
Well...it has been a while since I've posted a quiz. Guess what?! I'm Madonna!!!
Who's Your Inner Music Industry Diva? Find out @ She's Crafty
Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-790638642002-07-17T10:07:00.000-04:002002-07-17T10:07:49.303-04:00Rose Tint My World
Well, I am one big ball of stress right now. I called my landlady yesterday to get my mailing address so I could fill out my change of address forms and start to hook up my utilities, and she mentioned that she’d see me on Friday. Yes, that’s right, this Friday is my move-in date. This means that I have about 2 more days left to finish packing my stuff. Not only that, but Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-790177362002-07-16T09:48:00.000-04:002002-07-16T09:48:15.636-04:00Love makes us act like we are fools and throw our lives away for one happy day.
Wow, Here is a scary little article. Apparently the wonder that is the American government is going to recruit 1 million people to be informants to the government in a Secret Police sort of way. This is all part of the War on Terrorism in America. Is it just me, or is this whole terrorism thing getting blown way Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-789702022002-07-15T08:37:00.000-04:002002-07-15T08:37:06.596-04:00Trials and Tribulations
So…guess what everybody?! I got my own apartment!!!!!!!! It is a two-bedroom apartment – I am going to move in with a roommate. Her name is Rose. We applied for the apartment last Thursday; it was the most nerve-wracking thing that I’ve done in a while. I needed to fill out the application (We both had to fill out our own.) and then I needed to get a form filled out Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-787826312002-07-10T13:03:00.000-04:002002-07-10T13:03:14.473-04:00Yay!
It's so cold in my office, my nipples are hard!!! Woo-Hoo!
I could cut glass!
I' smuggling diamonds!
Quick, balance me on my chest!
Hey, wanna joust?!Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-787783122002-07-10T11:07:00.000-04:002002-07-10T11:07:51.106-04:00Loneliness is not godliness.
Ok people, I have my contact information on this page, and thus far haven’t really gotten any email or IM’s from anyone! I’m always on, and I’m lonely. Someone Email or IM ME!!
Email – sempercarpenocte@cox.net
AIM – voxtemporalis
Don’t be shy everyone; there is no need to be!
Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-787765922002-07-10T10:22:00.000-04:002002-07-10T10:22:53.303-04:00Sick and Tired
I’m tired and irritable right now. I just feel like none of my interpersonal relationships are working out. When you really get down and look at it, I don’t really have any close friends. The people that I call my friends are casual acquaintances and nothing more. I would never run to them with a problem, and I would certainly never tell them any of my darkest secrets. I haveScottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-786907492002-07-08T12:14:00.000-04:002002-07-08T12:14:05.203-04:00Annoyed
I have been having the worst time at my state job lately. First of all, I worked on the 4th of July, and my computer at my workstation went kaput. I got the blue screen of death, and upon restarting the computer I got a DOS prompt. So, I wasn’t going to commandeer someone else’s office or workstation, because that would be rude. So what I did was I took a computer that no one was Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-786163202002-07-06T09:47:00.000-04:002002-07-06T09:47:13.403-04:00Work
I worked again last night. Actually, I had a good time at work. I also discovered something amazing; I work with a TON of gay guys. As I was dropping Justin off yesterday to go to work, I saw someone that I sort of recognized from work in a suit running down the streets of the pseudo-ghetto to attempt to catch the bus. I pulled up to the curb and opened up my door and just said, “Get inScottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-785505502002-07-04T10:49:00.000-04:002002-07-05T10:14:08.000-04:00I Stood on that Empty Stoop Alone, I Said, “I’m Ready for my Close Up Mr. DeMille.”
I had my first night on the sales floor at Filenes last night. It wasn’t as horrible as I thought it would be. I was paired up with someone that had been there for a considerable amount of time (26 years to be specific. Oh please, Goddess, don’t let that be me.) and he walked me through my first night there. Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-785104052002-07-03T11:22:00.000-04:002002-07-03T11:22:35.826-04:00Then I went down to that ugly bar and I clicked my heels three times, just like you said, and I climbed that road to your empty house, the anticipation was a turn on. But you let me down.
I got my hair cut last night! I was at Justin’s house and I asked him to cut my hair. I like it! I have a feeling that Justin hates it, and I know for a fact that my parents hate it. The people in my Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-784660762002-07-02T11:41:00.000-04:002002-07-02T11:59:00.000-04:00Got up this morning rolled out of bed, I spilled a diet coke, called my mother and said, “Hi!” What I meant to say was, “Why is your life a joke?”
So, I guess I’ll tell you all what I bought the other day. I don’t have pictures yet, but I will in the next few days, I promise! I bought a kitten. She is a tiny white Siamese kitten with blue eyes. I named her Rhiannon. (Said Ree-Ann-In) She’Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-783883022002-06-30T14:18:00.000-04:002002-06-30T14:18:17.993-04:00Insert a Witty Title Here
So, I went out with my dyke Sarah last night. I went out with her because she had a date, and being the respectable girl that she is, I had to chaperone. Ok, not really. She wanted me to go so that I could drive, but that’s ok. I love Sarah so I didn’t mind. This other dyke, I believe her name was Sheena, was supposed to call her around 6. Then our plan was to go Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-783605302002-06-29T17:10:00.000-04:002002-06-29T17:13:22.000-04:00Trifles
Wow. I had the best time last night. Guess who I went out with. No, really guess….ok, you’ll never guess right so I’ll just tell you. I went out with my parents! That’s a first. I have had minimal contact with them for almost 2 weeks. I have been alone in the house and the only contact that I’ve had with them is a 2-minute phone call. Yesterday was my mom’s birthday so I bought aScottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-783542052002-06-29T13:01:00.000-04:002002-06-29T13:01:14.880-04:00Friday Five!!!
When was the last time you...
1. ...sent a handwritten letter? I just finished one actually. I sent a card with a little not in it to my friend Tero in Finland. If you mean an actual letter, though, it was two months ago when I wrote and mailed a letter to my friend Ana in New York.
2. ...baked something from scratch or made something by hand? Last Friday night or so when I Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-782785902002-06-27T14:27:00.000-04:002002-06-27T14:30:02.000-04:00A Return to My Quizzy Ways.
what's your battle cry? |
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Take the High Yield Killing Method Test Now!!
Take the Affliction Test Today!
Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-782693762002-06-27T10:31:00.000-04:002002-06-27T10:31:07.750-04:00Hold on Tight and Put On Your Shrapnel Helmets Because I’m About to Hit a Wall!
I can feel it coming. It starts out the same way every time. First, I slowly bring my bodily activity to a slow and sometimes even a halt. Then, I tend to stop making/returning phone calls. In my later stages I would rather cut off my arms or chew off my feet than go out in public. What this all boils down to Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-782504622002-06-26T22:25:00.000-04:002002-06-26T22:46:44.000-04:00Well...?
So...here is the new template that I promised. What does everyone think? Let me know. Should I keep it or should I attempt something else?Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-782291802002-06-26T12:59:00.000-04:002002-06-26T12:59:04.066-04:00What a Crock of Shit This Is
In case you are wondering, this doesn't match my personality at all.
Which Rainbow Brite kid are you? By Growing.
Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-782273152002-06-26T12:12:00.000-04:002002-06-26T12:16:15.000-04:00If Looks Could Kill
I had my first night of training last night at Filenes. All I can say is, “Oh my dear sweet lord, what the HELL have I gotten myself into?” First of all, we watched some British video called “If Looks Could Kill” during which a man, named Mr. Hapless, ventured out into the big cruel world to attempt to go on vacation. (or Holiday for my loyal British readers) This, howeverScottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-781780602002-06-25T10:39:00.000-04:002002-06-26T11:57:22.000-04:00Snips and Snails
I realized last night that I never updated in regards to my plans with Justin on Friday. We went to that state park, Devil’s Hop Yard, and I, for one, had a blast! We hiked the trail upward to the Vista (which is just a big scenic overlook.) and then we sat there for a while. On the way up the trail, we saw a big, black snake. Then we made our way back down the trail, after Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-781296272002-06-24T08:50:00.000-04:002002-06-24T08:50:02.330-04:00How to Piss and Moan Like a Pro in 5 Easy Steps!
Wow. I am in a really pissy mood. Again! It is only 9 AM and already this is shaping up to be a bad day. First off, I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning. I hate my job. I mean, sure I tend to speak highly of it because it is a cushy job that requires minimal effort, but when you really get down to it, I hate what I do. The only Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-780653512002-06-22T11:33:00.000-04:002002-06-22T11:33:06.976-04:00The Friday Five!
1. Do you live in a house, an apartment or a condo? I live in a condo
2. Do you rent or own? Neither, I live with my parents
3. Does anyone else live with you? My parents
4. How many times have you moved in your life? Never
5. What are your plans for this weekend? Fri I cooked my boyfriend dinner, today (Saturday) I am going to do some work around the house and tomorrow I am Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-780652672002-06-22T11:29:00.000-04:002002-06-22T11:29:48.000-04:00Let’s Limbo Some More!
I really hate being in social limbo. I’m sure that all of you know the feeling, when you make tentative plans with someone and they say, “I’ll call you at noon if we’re going to get together.” And as noon approaches, you start to get that nervous, giddy feeling. You start to wonder if they’re going to call or if you should start looking for more things to do. C’mon Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-779809432002-06-20T10:55:00.000-04:002002-06-20T10:55:57.050-04:00Smurf the Day Away!
Ok, I am starving! I am taking a half-day today at work and I’m going out with Justin. I wish that I had grabbed something to eat before I came to work this morning though, because he never has food at his house, and I have no money to go out and buy food. Speaking of food, I am cooking him dinner at some point this week or next week. I am making mussels in escargot Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-779399562002-06-19T12:57:00.000-04:002002-06-19T12:57:10.463-04:00Dykes on Bykes
I am in a much better mood today than I was yesterday. I don’t know what my problem was; I just seemed to have woken up in hyper-bitch mode. Of course, you’d never know that I was in a shitty mood because I’m always so damn cheerful at work and with my friends.
Last night I went out with my dyke again. Her name is Sara and she’s just so damn cute! Every time I see her I can’tScottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-779177632002-06-18T23:20:00.000-04:002002-06-19T09:01:45.000-04:00My Bitchy 'Lil Update
I am pleased to report that I have been in a wonderfully pissy mood all day. I had a horrible day at work, and all I wanted to do was curl up into a ball in bed (with another human being if at all possible) and go to sleep. Therefore, I am going to make this quick to spare you all the bitching and whining that would normally ensue. So…I’m alive. G’night Y’all!
Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-778557392002-06-17T15:05:00.000-04:002002-06-18T00:35:58.000-04:00Stiff, to Tears, to Death – 3 Ways That I’m Bored
So, I am at work right now, and I am very very bored. Our interdepartmental network is down so I can’t do any of my work on the computer, and I certainly don’t want to stuff envelopes or something other than that. It is almost 3 o’clock right now, and I am leaving at four. I hope I can stick it out that long.
I am in a much better mood Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-778486562002-06-17T11:52:00.000-04:002002-06-17T11:52:40.070-04:00I’m ashamed to say that I’ve jumped on the band wagon.
Well…for lack of better things to do, I’ve decided to take part in the Friday Five. Here they are:
1. How often do you do laundry? Sadly, with my hectic schedule, I wind up doing laundry a whole lot less than I should. I do it about bi-weekly
2. What's in a typical wash load? Umm…? Clothes?
3. Front or top loader? Powder or liquid Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-778091382002-06-16T11:04:00.000-04:002002-06-16T11:04:43.636-04:00i amwhat sexual performer are you?
Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-778072192002-06-16T09:23:00.000-04:002002-06-16T09:23:51.260-04:00I’m such a softie
Why can’t I stay mad. That is one of my weaknesses. I’m not mad at Justin right now. I’m incredibly hurt, but I’m not mad anymore.
Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-778067552002-06-16T08:48:00.000-04:002002-06-16T08:49:38.000-04:00Why do people suck?
I’m trying to be good with my boyfriend. Ask anyone. I’ve never had a monogamous relationship before, and this time around, because I actually care for the person that I’m with, I am trying so hard to not sleep around. It’s not easy either. I have had multiple offers since we’ve been together from what I consider to be very attractive, appealing men. My friends are Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-777968232002-06-15T23:39:00.001-04:002002-06-15T23:39:56.946-04:00Flash!
So...does everyone like my new flash title? Yay or ney? Let me know!Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-777968052002-06-15T23:39:00.000-04:002002-06-15T23:39:25.773-04:00Weekend in Review
Well…I’ve been a very bad little blogger, and I’ve let my life interfere with my blogging obsession. I guess that is ok though, because, after all, I need to have a life in order to write about it here.
On the forefront of my newest news, I GOT A JOB!!!!!! Finally. Filenes did hire me after all; they have yet to assign a department to me though. I start my training on Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-777141122002-06-13T17:58:00.000-04:002002-06-13T17:58:23.953-04:00I'm pretty screwed up!
So...I took a quiz on which personality disorder I have and all I can say is...wow.
Disorder Rating Information
Paranoid: Very High
Schizoid: High click
Schizotypal: Very High
Antisocial: High
Borderline: Very High
Histrionic: Very High
Narcissistic: High
Avoidant: Very High
Dependent: Very High
Obsessive-Compulsive: High
Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-776965782002-06-13T09:55:00.000-04:002002-06-13T09:55:55.373-04:00Why do the gods hate me?
So, I had a job interview yesterday at Filene’s in the mall. The woman that interviewed me hired me on the spot, and then she quickly retracted that because they had no open positions. I now have to go in for a second interview and they are going to ‘over-hire’ me in hopes that someone else is going to quit. So…I hope that I can land this job, I really could use it.
Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-776526042002-06-12T09:46:00.000-04:002002-06-12T09:46:54.630-04:00Don’t say there’s nothing to do in the doldrums.
Ok, you know what? I’m bored! I had the worst, most uneventful night last night. Do you know what I did? That’s right, nothing! Yuck…I just noticed that I got deodorant on my black shirt. How unprofessional of me, now I am going to have to go home and change. At least it will get me out of work for a few hours. Speaking of getting out of Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-776360212002-06-11T22:36:00.000-04:002002-06-11T22:36:26.960-04:00Woo-Hoo!
So…I spend my days at work sitting in front of a computer. What do I do with my nights you ask? I do the exact same thing, because I have no life. So…I added a comment system to my Blog. Now…I expect everyone to comment frequently!
Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-776151532002-06-11T12:55:00.000-04:002002-06-11T12:55:40.823-04:00This is the blood of our people, the wolf people
It is now super official, I am moving out of my house at the end of August. I have a place to go, and I have a way to cover car insurance. This, of course, is contingent on me getting a second job. I am submitting my application to Wal-Mart today, and if I don’t hear back from them, I am going to apply at Blockbuster, Shaw’s, and Stop and Shop.Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-775641932002-06-10T09:51:00.000-04:002002-06-10T09:52:29.000-04:00Despite the High Cost of Living, Notice How Popular it Remains
Ok – Here is the update on what is up with my big job/apartment hunt. I can find affordable places to live, I can find roommates that I would trust enough to live with (and yes Martin, I would love to live with you, but you’d have to learn how to drive first. Public Transit in my area of the state is different than in yours.) But Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-775364732002-06-09T16:29:00.000-04:002002-06-09T16:30:02.000-04:00I’ve reached an all time low
I have applied at Wal-Mart. Someone just please, shoot me now, put me out of my misery. Yes folks, that is how desperate for a job that I really am. Do you know what will be even sadder than me working at Wal-Mart? If I go for an interview and don’t get hired, because then I really would have to put myself out of my misery. It is amazing what I will do when it Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-774856222002-06-07T22:37:00.000-04:002002-06-07T22:37:56.836-04:00The wait is on!
Well…I have made the decision, and it is pretty much final. I am moving out of my house. I can’t take my family anymore; they are driving me insane. In order to do this however; I need to get a second job. That is going to suck the big one because I have gotten so used to doing minimal work on the job and getting away with it, but since I am looking for a job in retail, I Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-774618762002-06-07T10:06:00.000-04:002002-06-07T10:06:40.763-04:00I think I'm in love!
I think I’m in love! Not in the romantic, heady, passionate love sense, but in the ‘I love you like a brother’ sense. I talked to my friend Brian last night (Unimportant note! Brian is the only male friend that I’ve ever had that I haven’t slept with. I have no plans to sleep with him ever either.) for a few hours. I love Brian. No matter how down I am, no matter how Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-774529552002-06-07T02:44:00.000-04:002002-06-07T02:50:40.000-04:00More Quiz Fun!
This Quiz I took because of my love of mythology. This one is super true.
I took the What Mythological Creature Are you? test by !
That's right. I am a Greek Goddess, worship me!
See which Greek Goddess you are.
Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-774229162002-06-06T12:28:00.000-04:002002-06-06T12:28:00.753-04:00Easy Ways to Piss off Your Ex
Him: Did you cheat on me?
Me: [blank, silent stare]
Him: I see. Well, I guess the only question that remains is, ‘How much do I owe you?’ [He is insinuating that I am a prostitute]
Me: Well, I could write you out an itemized bill. A 15% gratuity is considered customary. Thank you for your patronage.
Him: Yes or no. Why won’t you give me a straight answer?
Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-774200842002-06-06T11:04:00.000-04:002002-06-06T11:04:07.033-04:00True Confessions of a Soda Addict
Yes, that’s right folks, you heard it here first; I am addicted to soda. I drink soda almost exclusively. It is 11 in the morning and already I’m drinking soda. That’s the last thing I need, more caffeine in my system.
Current Soda: Vanilla Coke
Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-774199392002-06-06T10:59:00.000-04:002002-06-24T12:39:54.000-04:00We put the ‘fun’ back in dysfunction!
Did you ever just sit back and look at your family and wonder how they can all be so royally screwed up? That is exactly what I did last night. Ok…some background info on me:
I am a freshman in college right now. I am 18 years old and living near my parents. As you already know, I am a state employee and I make just under 18,000 dollars a year. Now, Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-774178032002-06-06T09:53:00.000-04:002002-06-06T09:53:33.323-04:00Slap me before this madness continues!
This is the only quiz I am taking today...I promise! I only took it becuase I am in love with this movie.
Which Rocky character are you?Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-773729242002-06-05T09:19:00.000-04:002002-06-05T11:53:37.000-04:00Welcome to my Wonderful Wednesday of Doom
Well…it is Wednesday. What is that saying about same shit on a different day, because that is exactly how I feel right now. Once again I am at work, getting paid to write in my blog. Admit it, you’re jealous.
So, I had a very interesting night last night. I talked to my dyke Sarah, who, on a completely unimportant note, is a good friend of my ex. IScottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-773617932002-06-05T00:36:00.000-04:002002-06-05T00:36:38.380-04:00Ah...Gotta love the bimbos
This is an actual conversation that a friend of mine had over AIM:
sweetygurl907 (1:14:20 AM): hi.... :-)
GothArtist422 (1:14:29 AM): hi
sweetygurl907 (1:14:32 AM): asl?
GothArtist422 (1:14:42 AM): 20/M/CT
GothArtist422 (1:14:43 AM): and u?
sweetygurl907 (1:14:45 AM): 23/f/ny
GothArtist422 (1:14:54 AM): how are ya?
sweetygurl907 (1:15:05 AM): so waht are you up to Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-773505762002-06-04T19:32:00.000-04:002002-06-04T19:32:52.000-04:00I promise, this is the last one for a while.
Ok...so I found this and seeing as how I had such a dysfunctional relationship with my highschool, I decided to post the results. What kind of Highschool Sterotype are you?
I am an...
Take the What High School
Stereotype Are You? quiz, by Angel.
Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-773456192002-06-04T17:13:00.000-04:002002-06-04T17:13:54.990-04:00I think that I need a 12 step program.
Well...I have been at it again. I took another survey. I took the Enneagram type test.
take free enneagram test
Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-773380842002-06-04T13:44:00.000-04:002002-06-04T17:20:54.000-04:00My Week So Far
First, I just have to get something off my chest - my week has sucked! There. I feel better already!
My ex has been pestering me for about a week now. He seems fixated on this idea that I cheated on him, and, although it is true, I would rather swallow a broken glass and Drano cocktail than admit that to him. Everyone thinks that he is this nice, well adjusted little boy, Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-773349012002-06-04T12:19:00.000-04:002002-06-04T12:23:53.000-04:00Survey Junkie Strikes Again!
I'll be the first to admit it...I have a problem. I just can't seem to stop taking these stupid Internet surveys. Anytime I see a link to one or, goddess forbid, stumble across a site filled with them, I have to stop and take a few. Worse than that, I have to take it multiple times to see all of the different outcomes. The first time I take it, I answer it Scottnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3555819.post-773346682002-06-04T12:12:00.000-04:002002-06-04T12:12:46.163-04:00Why I Love Being a State Employee - 1
Ok, so the first thing that you should know about me is that I am a state employee. What I would like to tell you about state employees is that every stereotype and every rumor you've ever heard of us being lazy and incompetent on the job is absolutely, completely true. Right now as we speak, I am sitting at my desk typing this. I am getting paid, quite aScottnoreply@blogger.com