A survey that really counts...

Found at Hit the JaG Spot.




Go and check this out, but hurry, I think this is ending soon.


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

One less thing I have to worry about...

On the way to school yesterday, I finally heard from DRS. My worker's secretary called the house, and upon learining I wasn't there, called my cell. I never heard the cell phone ring, so she left a message. The school will get their money, and I'll get my money for transportation costs. the checks should arrive at their respective destinations either later this week or sometime after the 4th of July holiday weekend.

The transportation costs are for gasoline only, however. So if my vehicle needs maintainence, I'm on my own. With gas at over two dollars a gallon, I fear that money isn't going to last long. It would have been nice to get money to make sure my vehicle stays in running condition, but I guess I should be happy for what I do get.

The van needs an oil change and a tune up desperately! Yesterday, I didn't think I'd make it home from school. The van was acting really odd. When I get that money, I'm going to get those things done, and pray I haven't caused any damage because I'm a month past when I should have gotten an oil change.

There was a really bad accident right in front of the school yesterday. Paramedics had to use the Jaws of Life to get one guy out of his car and into an ambulance. He appeared to be very badly injured. The other driver, who apparently caused the accident, appeared to be a bit shaken up. His truck was totalled and I thought I saw the police on the scene hand him a stack of tickets.



Well, Saon never did call back after I told him the other night when he called that I couldn't talk at that time. I'm guessing that he didn't get another chance to call. I'm not going to worry about it. If he calls, he calls.


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

there may be those who find this info interesting...

I can't believe I scored so high on this. I followed a link from Duff's blog...


Seriously Sexy!
You scored 81%!

80%-100%

Congratulations! This is the highest category so you are extremely sexy!


It would seem that you're a perfect mix of healthy confidence and self-esteem, sexual awareness and knowledge, consideration, a thoughtful good friend, intelligence, and with a healthy open-mind! You have sex appeal...you're most likely quite aware of your non-physical qualities, you know where to draw the line, and I'm sure that other people notice it a lot!

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 99% on Sex Appeal


(from OKCupid)

Update: and in case you're wondering, I don't have a body like J.Lo, or Angelina Jolie, or any of those Hollywood types. Sexy is a state of mind, not just what your body looks like. I've known lots of people who don't have perfect figures, but are incredibly sexy because "sexy" is an attitude. I answered all the questions on this test honestly, and this is the result.

So there!


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

He must be hoping for something with me

...but I'm afraid he's going to be disappointed.

Saon called tonight just as we were sitting down to dinner. I told him this and he said he would call back. As of 11:00pm, he hadn't, so I got online. After I'm done online, I'm going to bed.

I hope he doesn't expect me to drop everything to talk to him. I like my dinners hot, thank you.

I realize he's probably lonely, that things with Michele aren't going well, but after the way he treated me when I visited him in Louisiana two years ago, should I be so available?

I do have a life, you know. If he wants to call me, he has the digits. It's not like I can call him.


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

The Same Ole Song and Dance

Or, Too Much Month at the (Nearly the) End of the Money--

Fortunately, we won't have to go thru the long holiday weekend without funds. It's the getting there that will frustrate us all. I still need to get to and from school this week. The State money I'm to receive stipulates that I attend every day. And it couldn't get here fast enough.

At least the paperwork has finally been straightened out, and with (a lot of) luck, I could get the money in my hot lil hands by Friday. If not, then some time the following week.

I have to keep remembering that good things come to those who wait. It's the waiting that's hard.

(Cool! Blogger Images really does work!)


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Interesting take on it....

You are dependable, popular, and observant. Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness. In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do. You are unique, creative, and expressive. You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while. And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!

The World's Shortest Personality Test

Another blogthings thing...

Geez, this is me to a T. Weird....

And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I'm feeling kinda rough/ my writing processes

I don't know what I ate last night, but it's coming back to haunt me now.

I have to work tonight. I can't be sick.

==========================

I haven't written anything in a while. I haven't really been that inspired to write anything. I have all kinds of ideas going through my head, so I've been writing down a few details, and putting them in a file on my harddrive. Somewhere down the line, I'll go back and revisit them and see which ones I want to develope into a short story, or a novel, or whatever.

The most creative thing I've written lately are commercials for school. Some of them are good, and some of them are real stinkers, IMHO.

Writing is something that you have to keep in practice with, or you can get rusty. I try to write something original (as opposed to rewriting the news for an air show, for example) every so often just to keep my creative juices flowing. I am someone whose imagination is always in overdrive, so writing releases those creative thoughts.

I really do have to stop being so obsessed about spelling, grammar, and pronounciation, though. I know I can be a real pain in the ass about it sometimes.


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I need to get some decent sleep...

I awoke at around 6am for seemingly no reason and couldn't get back to sleep. Now I'm paying for it becuase it's now just past 2:30pm and I'm ready to drop.

When I was doing my air show today, I'd have moments where I wouldn't exactly fall asleep, but found myself daydreaming. I'd have to shake my head to get the very pleasant, but distracting, images out of my head and concentrate on the task at hand.

I'd be daydreaming, and the daydream is about a road that I shouldn't be going down at this point. I haven't had it this bad in a long time--the daydreaming part, that is. The images I'm seeing are so vivid, that I wonder if they're really happening. My dreams when I sleep are the same way, and they're the same images. I think I've always had such vivid dreams. Usually they are preceeded by a significant event, for good or ill. In this case, it's good.

There's a story here somewhere. I just have to have the patience to see how it plays out. And patience these days comes and goes like the wind. I don't want to seem too eager. The daydreams and the night dreams mean something, but what that is, I have no idea.

Yet.


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Oh no...

The Busybodies are coming today.

I think Jeff and I are going to make a mad dash for the door. He has money that's burning a hole in his pocket. He'll probably buy another manga book.

I predict a trip to the mall.

Oh. Joy.



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Horror-Scope, originality, and other nonsense

Stephanie's Daily Aquarius Forecast

Quickie: Buckle down! You need to show some discipline if you want to make any progress.

Overview: Even if the weather's fine, the world seems to be conspiring to rain on your personal parade. Don't whine; if you rethink things and discipline yourself, you can actually keep right on marching.

Daily extended (by Astrology.com)
Don't base your love on credit, or when you try to get you-know-who to pay up, the check could just come back marked insufficient funds. In other words, if someone has repeatedly proved untrustworthy and unreliable, why are you keeping them around in your life? Do you still secretly believe that somehow it's your fault that they can't be counted upon? What a load of hooey. You deserve better, and you know it.

===>Scary how right on these things are. Or maybe it's just me. At any rate, I should probably take heed.

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Ebert and Roeper were on the Tonight Show tonight, and they pretty much hated every movie out there, with a few execptions. There is really no originality out there in Hollyweird, because they seem to be busy remaking movies and old TV shows that have no business being remade.

Bewitched? I remember the TV show for cryin out loud! Perhaps Nicole Kidman does a passable job, but she's no Elizabeth Montgomery. And Will Ferrell as Darin? Puh-leeze!

The Honeymooners? I like Cedric the Entertainer, I really do. But he's been funnier in better movies.

The Longest Yard? Adam Sandler is in this. I can't stand him! He ruins any movie he's in IMHO. Maybe guys like that potty humor he seems to spout in all his films, but I don't. And the original wasn't that great either. Burt Reynolds? Ewwww!

Now, I've seen a commercial for a King Kong remake. Gimme a break here! It's been remade once in my lifetime (in 1976, when I was 12); does it really need to be remade again?

And have you seen the ads for the remake of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with Johnny Depp? He looks like a cross between Michael Jackson and Velma from Scooby Doo! Johnny Depp is a fine actor, and maybe this movie is not that bad, but again, I read the book when I was a child and saw the original movie in 1971 with Gene Wilder. How good can this movie with Johnny Depp be? Give me Edward Scissorhands, or Benny and Joon, or even Pirates of the Caribbean...

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I can't get this song I played during my air show at school today out of my head. It's "Telling Stories" by Tracy Chapman. I've liked her since her first album in 1988 ("Fast Car" was the big hit on that one)...

Telling Stories --Tracy Chapman


There is fiction in the space between
The lines on your page of memories
Write it down but it doesn’t mean
You’re not just telling stories
There is fiction in the space between
You and me

There is fiction in the space between
You and reality
You will do and say anything
To make your everyday life
Seem less mundane
There is fiction in the space between
You and me

There’s a science fiction in the space between
You and me
A fabrication of a grand scheme
Where I am the scary monster
I eat the city and as I leave the scene
In my spaceship I am laughing
In your remembrance of your bad dream
There’s no one but you standing

Leave the pity and the blame
For the ones who do not speak
You write the words to get respect and compassion
And for posterity
You write the words and make believe
There is truth in the space between

There is fiction in the space between
You and everybody
Give us all what we need
Give us one more sad sordid story
But in the fiction of the space between
Sometimes a lie is the best thing
Sometimes a lie is the best thing




And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Nap? What's a nap?/Saon called/and other trivialities

Joey was go go go the whole time he was at the house today. I'd love to have that much energy; even half as much energy as that kid has! Sheesh, he makes me feel sooooo ooold!

He spent most of the time wearing an old shirt of Jeff's because he "urped" on the one he was wearing, in addition to the pants Jeff had on.

This child does not take naps. At least at our house he doesn't. Reminds me of Daniel when he was that age.

My sister took her sweet time running her errands, and was not back by the time I left for school. Mom told me later that Tori finally showed up about half an hour after I left.

=====================

Saon called last night. I had e-mailed him the link to the story I put in the post about the indictment of the ride supervisor in Massachusetts, and he called out of the blue to talk to me about it.

He asked how I was doing in school, and I told him. He seemed pleased I was doing well. He asked if I would be looking for jobs in Louisiana after I graduated, and I said I might consider it. I don't know if I will or not. I just may stay in Oklahoma, or go with my original plan of trying to get back to New England.

Besides, I don't like the picture I'm seeing in my mind of going to Louisiana, getting back together with Saon, then having him pull the same shit he did the last time I was there. Thank you, but no. I'm not having any of that again.

I need some stability in any future relationships, not this "yes-i-love-you, no-i-don't" bullshit. If he wants to sleep with all the hoes on the Westbank, they're welcome to him. I can't live my life that way. I have a little bit more faith in myself than that. He led me down that proverbial garden path once, and look where it got me: no-fucking-where. I'll be damned if I'll allow him to do it a second time.

I will always care for him, but there's no future with him. He's just too unsettled, too quick to do something, then regret it later. I'm far beyond playing these games with him.

And the only thing that comes to mind is this: I'm too old to go chasing you around, wasting my precious energy. (Tracy Chapman, "Give Me One Reason")



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Hey Joe, whaddya know?

Just get back from Kokomo?

We get to babysit Joey tomorrow. The other kids are out of town, and Daniel is working...so guess who got drafted?

Better get to bed. That kid can really wear me out!



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

First the phone call from Maine, now this...

Although I am not surprised by the man involved in this tragic event. It was bound to happen.

I believe this is the midway manager with the carnival company Saon and I worked for three summers ago. I know this man left the carnival company at the end the 2002 season to work for another one.

Here's a link to the article from the Boston Globe from Saturday, June 18th: Ride Supervisor Indicted in Carnival Death.


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Plain, old, boring shampoo

Last night, Jeff complained about the choice of shampoo in the bathroom. I was admiring how thick his hair is (and like his brothers, inherited it from his dad), and he started to complain about how doesn't need "extra body" shampoo. He asked me that the next time I buy shampoo, that I get the plain, old, boring kind.

Is "plain, old, boring" shampoo even still able to be obtained? Seems like these days, shampoos "do" something, like extra body, anti frizz, straightening, etc. Is there one that just washes hair and not do all that extra stuff?

Jeff already has a lot of hair, he just needs to keep it clean.

I'll take the extra body stuff, because, unlike my sons, I do not have thick hair. My hair is very fine, and it needs all the help it can get!


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Father's Day

Well, here it is again. Father's Day. The fifth one without my dad.

My dad was a great dad. Even if I always didn't appreciate him, I knew he loved me. He once told me that I could be anything I wanted to be. God knows I tried to be a good daughter, but sometimes, my own failings got in the way.

When I got married in 1983, my father gave me away to my new husband knowing, perhaps, that the marriage was doomed from the start. I'm sure he foresaw things that eventually happened, and tried to warn me ahead of time, but I wasn't listening. I perhaps thought I was doing the right thing at the time. When I separated from my husband in 1999, Dad was no doubt pleased that I'd finally seen the light. Maybe he was just sad that it took a lot of personal heartache for me to realize it. Meanwhile, I'd brought four children into the world who didn't deserve all they had to go through. I will carry that blame until the day I die. God knows Jon won't. He gets by on pretending those boys don't exist.

I was the one my dad worried about, because I always seemed to have some kind of crisis. He correctly placed the blame for that where it belonged, on Jon's shoulders. Again, Jon believes himself blameless.

My brother in law, Dean, is a great dad. He's been more of a father to my sons than their own father is. And I will forever be greatful and he will always have my respect.

A great dad, IMHO, is one who would move heaven and earth to give their kids what they need, to be a good role model, to be a friend when they need it, and be firm when it's called for.

Dad and Dean fit that description. My sister married a man just like Dad in a lot of ways.

And I got Jon.

I almost feel sorry for Jon at times. What must it be like to live in a fantasy world where everything is perfect, and when it's not, pretend it never happened.

And at times, I hate what he put me and the boys through, through his own selfishness and self importance. If it's good for Jon, then everything and everyone can go to hell on a sled.

Jon doesn't deserve Father's Day.

But, I am not blameless. As I said above, I will shoulder the blame for my family's problems until the day I leave this earth. In retrospect, I should have done more to realize sooner that Jon would never be father of the year. Had I known just half the stuff he did to those kids while I trusted him to take care of them while I worked nights at the time it was happening, I would have left a lot sooner. But I didn't, and I only blame myself.

I know a lot of men, most of whom I am proud to call my friends, who are great dads. Father's Day is for them, too.

Like the one who was given the choice of spending more time with a woman he was seeing, or spending time with his child, he chose his child. He deserves Father's Day.

Or the one who probably didn't have a lot of say in how his child was raised, but made sure that child got what they needed from him, without prompting. Who tried to set a good example for his child; He, too, deserves Father's Day.

Or the one whose oldest child was taken by his child's mother, and who, to this day, continues to search for him, hoping to undo the damage the mother had done; He, as well, deserves Father's Day.

Happy Father's Day to all you dads out there. Call your dad today, just to thank him for caring. I wish I could call mine.


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

It's hot and I have a raging headache...

oh, and I'm bored.

The only good thing is a "Bewitched" marathon on the local UPN station (Just about over now). Probably has something to do with the soon to be released theatrical version with Nicole Kidman and Will Ferrell.

I'm not sure I'm going to see it. I'm not too crazy about Will Ferrell, but Nicole Kidman is just so damn cute (heterosexually speaking, of course). I hope that she does Samantha justice.

Scott and Marc are going to Camp Classen tomorrow for two weeks. Tori bought them all kinds of stuff for their stay. Scott got a watch with a built in flashlight, and both he and Marc got new clothes and shoes. I hope they have fun. Last year, Scott managed to break his glasses while at camp.

I need to hunt up some Tylenol....


And that's all from where I sit

--MorelaterZ--

As if insomnia wasn't enough...

there is this terrific thunderstorm going on that is loud with bright lightning that's keeping me awake.

I just can't win!

I'm going to feel like shit in the morning.



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

You know, CoolDude

You can leave a comment about anything you read about here, down there at the bottom where it says "What Say You?" You can call yourself "CoolDude" or by your real name or whatever. Just as long as I know it's you.

I'd love to hear from you!

See ya soon, unless you see me first...



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

What's your name...

I have this production project at school I had to do. It was record and produce the writing assignment from my Vocal Coaching class. The commercial was for a local attraction, and I wrote it as a dialogue with two very bored kids. I had Scott and Marc in mind when I wrote it. When I read it Tuesday night, I had two guys portray the kid parts, and they totally goofed around with it. So I asked Ben if I could bring Scott and Marc in to record those parts, and he said it was a good idea. I bounced the idea off Larry the next day, and he didn't have a problem with it, either.

So I brought the boys to school and they recorded the two lines apiece for me. It went very well. I wanted to check the microphone levels so I had each boy say their full name. Marc somehow either got confused or goofy and recorded his first name and Scott's middle name. I just looked at him and said, "what's your name again?"

After that was all over, Scott and Marc met some of my classmates. The day class was getting ready to do group shows, so we got out of there to get out of the way.

We went over to Sonic for lunch, then I took the boys home.

I'm going back in about an hour. We're (the night class) going to be doing group shows tonight, too. Hope it goes better than last time, when the two goof-offs I was grouped with tried to out cool each other and all I did was read news.

(Bad influence, indeed :P )


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

From my referrer's list

How in the hell do people get here to MVL from some of these places? I realize that it's just words that get them here, and some of those words are contained here in this blog...just not in the order the searcher was hoping for.

Some of these are just creepy:


• Yahoo! Search Results for mommy's & sons fuck stories (This is just gross!)
• Google: mi vida loca
• Google: "dale earnhardt jr" "mother's birthday"
• Google: "glynda chu" (she is the spokesperson for the Edmond, OK police dept.)
• Yahoo! Search Results for vida loca
• Yahoo! Search Results for bush quote after september 11th go on normal way of life
• Mulheres Famosas (this is a porn site. I'm not sure I want to find out why or how they got here from there)
• AOL Search results for "saon sex stories" (Huh? "Saon" obviously isn't someone's first name in this case.)
• Google Search: vida loca
• My Yahoo!

It's stuff like this that makes me want to take the referrer's list off my site. What kind of sickos would look for their creepy stuff on my blog? I know they are very disappointed when they get here and not finding what they're looking for.

But that first one? That's just sick.



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Neener, neener, neener...

I got an "A" on my mid term!!!

I am so jazzed about this! I knew I did well because I had the material down cold. Some of the mistakes I made were just dumb ones, like a wrong word here, and getting two types of AM stations confused. All in all, I am very pleased with how well I did, and kept the school's "A" streak for mid terms and finals alive at least one more day.

Lord, I love school! I thought I'd never, ever say that about going to school. I think I found my niche.

About time! :)


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

"Beat It" is how he got into this mess...

Undoubtedly, you've heard that Michael Jackson was found not guilty of all the charges against him. I had just finished my Mid Term and handed it back in when I walked into Larry's office and saw that he had on Fox News, and a roomful of people waiting for the verdict to be read.

Needless to say, I wasn't really surprised Jackson got off. I still think he did it.

End of subject.

I think I did really well on the Mid Term. I'll know what I got either tomorrow or Wednesday.



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

If I'm not ready for it by this time

I'll never be ready for it.

The mid term...what did you think I meant? I'm taking in the morning and will do the best I can on it.

Bring it on...all 500 questions of it!

(eep!)



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Insomniac Stef

It's the middle of the damn night? Why am I still awake?

Insomnia sucks. So does "that time of the month", BTW. (I know, I know, TMI).

My ex is an idiot. The things that come out of his mouth absolutely astound me with their stupidity. And this from a guy who claimed his IQ was in the genius range.

I had written Jon an email last week after he emailed me to say that I can email him anytime because he checks his email regularly. That's news to me!

He text messages me this afternoon to tell me that Bevie did not fire him, that she laid him off. The next sentence was that she hired someone else. (Dude, you were fired, okay?)

I told him in this email I sent that things were finally looking up for me, and the first thing out of his mouth was "do you have a boyfriend or did you get back with Saon?"

I told him that things with Saon were pretty much done, and that if I did have a new boyfriend, it was none of his business! I certainly don't need Jon's permission to date!

I don't have a boyfriend, new or otherwise. That'd be nice, but I just don't see that happening for me right now. I have school, and I'm trying to keep my focus on that. I might try to squeeze dating into that once in a while, but dating scares the crap outta me right now. I don't need any more heartache. I don't think I've met that special man yet, and if I have, I wish he'd let me know! I can count the number of men I'd like to date on one hand one finger (and, no, NOT the middle one!).

I gotta get to bed. I have one more day of studying before the BIG MIDTERM!

To sleep, perchance to dream...


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

C'mon, Monday!

Hurry up and get here so I can get this MidTerm over with!

I'm so ready for it!



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Hurricanes and Tornadoes

If given a choice, I'll take the hurricanes for $1000, Alex.

Tornadoes scare the crap outta me. For real! This morning, the little Red Bud (I think that's what it is) in the front yard snaped in half near the base (but still intact) during the night when we were having wind and rain and hail and thunder and lightning. No tornadoes last night, but the weather is just ripe for them this weekend. Oh. Joy.

And now, Tropical Storm Arlene (who thinks up these names anyway???) is bearing down on the Gulf Coast on its way to being a full fledged hurricane. Only people I know in that area are Hannie (in Mississippi) and Saon (in New Orleans).

I remember the first and really only hurricane I went thru in Virginia in 1998. That was not fun.

As I said before, I'll take hurricanes over tornadoes any day.



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I don't do the waiting thing well anymore...

Nearly three weeks ago, I found out that the Oklahoma Department of Rehabilitative Services would be helping out with money for school. Part would go to the school to help with a large chunk of my tutition, and some would come to me to assist me with transportation expenses (gas, maintainance, etc). Since this week was a vacation of sorts from school, I haven't been able to ask if the school got their part of this assistance yet.

I know I haven't gotten mine.

I was told that it would take 5-6 business days to cut the checks, dependant on certain information the school sent them about me. I know that information was sent to DRS by the school the same day I went to the DRS office at Shepard Mall. I guess I'm not understanding the holdup. Five to six busness days would have been, at the latest, May 31st. So here I am nearly at June 10th, and nada.

Okay, I know this is the government and that the wheels move at an incredibly slow pace, but c'mon now... gas is hovering again at around the $2 mark, and my paychecks thus far have gone straight into the gas tank. How am I supposed to save money if I'm always spending it on gas? Mom gets pissed if she has to pay for gas every once in a while, as if DRS is going to give me money for all my gasoline needs (which I figure is about $50-$60 a week!). If I get enough to just buy gas until November, I'll be very surprised.

DRS pays .08 a mile and figures I drive 40 miles a day round trip, 5 days a week for 30 weeks (beginning when DRS said I was eligible, which was April 19th). You do the math. I've paid for gas for the six weeks since 4/19 out of my own pocket. That's about $100, so I've spent roughly half of what I've earned at work for this year just on gas!

So, no, I'm not doing the waiting thing well at all.

I used to be a very patient person. What the hell happened to me in that regard? Huh?

FMS happened, that's what. Three years ago July 9th is when I was finally diagnosed. If I can't get Social Security to help me, because they say that I'm not disabled enough to get benefits from them, then I had to try something else. I'm thankful for whatever I do end up getting from DRS. At least it's something.

But why does it have to take so damned long?



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

A Direct Hotline?

It's just plain uncanny how these things totally relate to something I'm going thru. It's like the stars have a direct hotline into this Aquarian's brain...

(cue Twilight Zone theme)


Stephanie's Daily Aquarius Forecast

Overview: Your head's telling you one thing, while your heart's telling you another. Listen to your emotional response, but don't overreact. What's overwhelming now will make much more sense in a couple days.


I'm confused about a lot of things regarding my personal life, such as it is. This probably doesn't have anything to do with that however. It's probably just wishful thinking on my part. Besides, nothing in my life makes much sense these days.

Maybe, perhaps, with the exception of school. Now that makes sense. All this studying is going to pay off. It has to. I won't have it any other way.


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

This is so cute!

I just love this little guy!





And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

This is too...

weird. This may or may not be true, but with all the stuff going on in my life at the moment, could something like this be far behind?



Stephanie's Daily Aquarius Forecast

Quickie: A relationship picks up speed, and you're certainly not complaining. Enjoy the ride.

Overview: Hope you're in the mood for love, because according to the stars, it's very much in the mood for you. Don't even bother with getting all gussied up -- it's your brain that's undeniably sexy now.


Who, me???

I'm quite nervous of allowing myself to fall for someone, then have it all fall apart. I went thru that once already. Even if there is someone who wants a relationship with me, what expectation do I have of it working out? It seems I'm always on the losing end of the deal.

The idea of being in a relationship scares me. It'd have to be a special man who changes my mind and calms my fears. I only fear he doesn't exist.

(Stop that, Stephanie. You're being negative again!)


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Can't sleep, I'm bored, I have a headache

and the Tylenol "Rapid Release" doesn't seem to have worked.

Oh, and I'm probably PMS-ing, so don't mind the mini rant, 'k?

Anything else you want to know? Leave a comment.



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--




Please take this in the spirit in which I intended it. I'm not really that much of a bitch. I wouldn't know how to be a bitch, even if I wanted to be.

And again it starts...

Next week, I have off from school for a "summer break", and my mom is already complaining about everything under the sun. Is this what I have to look forward to next week?

And I just missed talking to a friend of mine on Yahoo! Mess-up-enger. Before I could respond to their IM, they went offline. Now I won't get to speak to them for a couple of weeks. Drat, drat, and double drat!

I gotta find things to occupy my time, or I'll slowly go insane. There is just so much conflict I can take. And the Busybodies will be here next week, too. Oh. Joy.

But, if you ask one of my instructors at school, I'm already a little insane. He blames it on the dye I use to color my hair (pfffft!). But, c'mon now, you have to be a little insane to be in radio.


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Hmmmm, interesting--

Aquarius

Daily extended (by Astrology.com)

Don't wait for life to happen to you. Make the life you want happen. Joseph Campbell called it following your bliss. Goethe said that once a definitive commitment was made, mighty forces would come to aid you. So what are you waiting for? There's a whole life out there waiting for you -- the life that you've always wanted. All you have to do is make that first, definitive movement toward it. Isn't life too short to waste?


I like that! LOL


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I never noticed it before...

but Frontier City was all lit up this evening. I don't recall seeing that before, and I pass by there twice a week on my way home from night classes.

I wish I had someone to go to Frontier City with though. It looks like a lot of fun for a date.

Now, to find a date...

Yeah, right. Me, a date?


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Am I really like this?

Your Seduction Style: The Charmer

You're a master at intimate conversation and verbal enticement. You seduce with words, by getting people to open up to you. By establishing this deep connection quickly, people feel under your power. And then you've got them exactly where you want them!

What Is Your Seduction Style?

The Charmer? Me??? Funny, I call it being myself.

And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

This week is weird...

I think it's because of the holiday. It's thrown everything off. I almost forgot to call in for my assignment at work yesterday.

Luckily, I remembered that I had to come to school at 4pm Tuesday, instead of coming in at 10am like I would on a Monday.

Now that would have been weird!



There is a change going on in my life that I kinda like. I don't want to get to deeply into the details at this time, in case it's a fluke or something. The universe playing tricks on me, or some such nonsense.


Got another email from Saon yesterday. He knew something about the incident in Machias, Maine three years ago, but not enough to tell anyone anything that they don't already know. Someone got beat up. Fights break out on carnival lots all the time. Why is this one so different? And why did the person who gave the heads up to the cops wait three years to tell someone? As I've said before, it's all too a little weird for my liking. Sounds like someone needed a little attention, and was willing to get someone in trouble and perjure himself in the process.

It's all too convenient for my liking.


Other than getting my hair cut, nothing else is really new.


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--