But it's already red!

My funky inner hair color indeed... pshaw

Your Hair Should Be Red

Passionate, fiery, and sassy. You're a total smart aleck who's got the biggest personality around.

What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?

And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Fall back...

Did you remember? I didn't, but my computer did.

Now, if the leaves would just turn, so it would actually look like fall...

This is one of those times I miss New England the most. There are some beautiful autumns in New England...

I better get to bed... it feels later than the clock indicates.




And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Post #1111

The football game last night was a disaster of almost epic proportions...

First of all, Del City lost. Second of all, the sound that was broadcast over the air was really crappy. It sounded like the guys at the stadium were broadcasting from inside a mudslide! Vincent and I thought that it was because there was a window open in the press box, because the band and the crowd pretty much drowned out the announcers.

I think, now that I've thought about it, the difference in the equipment used may have contributed to the muddled sound quality. At the beginning of the season, we were using headsets for the broadcasts. The last couple or so, there were actual microphones on a table, and the mics picked up everything within range, not just the voices we wanted to hear.

I'm glad I volunteered to do the football games, though. I got experience that I might have gotten otherwise, or until I landed at a station that did that sort of thing on a regular basis.

=====

Tomorrow is the first NaNoWriMo meeting in OKC. As the municipal liaison, it was my job to organize something like this. I hope all the people who said they were coming actually come.

I hope it's not like last year where I had to practically had to bully people to come out for one of these things. After having no one show up to the two I organized, I kinda got discouraged. But, then I was doing it alone. This year I have another ML here in the OKC area, and one in Tulsa.

=====

I have a headache. I'm going to hunt up some Tylenol or something.



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Now what was I going to write about again...?

Halloween? ...nah

Cowboys? ...nah

Life in general? ...I do that everyday. It's why this blog exists.

Whether I'd find someone else's life as boring as they think it is? ...nah, but I will ponder that privately for a while.

Chaps, spurs, lassoes, bolo ties, holsters, etc? ...are you kidding? I've gotta keep some things to myself!

Handcuffs? ...just not in the context of getting arrested. I'll comtemplate that privately for a while, too.



So, seeings that I have no idea why I clicked on "Create Post", I leave it here for a bit until I can remember what the hell it was I was going to blog about.



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Oh! I'm such a dork...

I forgot my tape in the cable studio where I did my show tonight. I didn't realize I didn't have it on the way home. I'm not sure my name is on that tape though... I hope someone turns it in to either Larry or Ben.

I have to work on the airshow portion of my air check. I know what I want to do for it... I wonder if I can borrow some of the CDs from the cable studio. I guess I can ask Larry tomorrow.

Oh, maybe I can't ask Larry. There's a football game tomorrow night and I'll go into school later than usual, and by that time, Larry will be long gone.

Drat.

Better head off to bed... perchance to dream some really nice dreams. Hmmmm...
damn cowboy hat



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Dammit, Jon! Quit texting me!

He does this all the time... sends me text messages asking stupid questions, like who sang what song.

I get free incoming text messages on my phone, but it costs .3 units to send a reply. I can send a text messages via Yahoo! Mess-up-enger for free. I don't really want to waste my phone time answering Jon's "urgent" queries.

I wish somebody I'd like to hear from would text me instead. Or call... I'd just like to hear from anyone other than my ex husband and wrong numbers.

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

In other news, I had an "exit interview" with the job placement coordinator at school, who turns out to be Ben. He told me things that I already knew about finding a job. I know, for example, that he just provides the leads, but I have to follow up on them. Also,

Dress nicely

Shake hands firmly

Don't talk too much

Use common sense when asking questions, especially about money

Be prepared

And, don't spit into the trashcan outside the station. You don't know who is watching! (Actually, that came from one of Larry's lectures...)


Tomorrow, I have an appointment with Angela to go over Financial Aid stuff. She told me to bring three references with me. Those are for her files, in case the school should lose track of me somehow...

I doubt that will happen.

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

Oh... I passed my final. Did pretty well. Most of my errors were dumb things, misplaced words, and the like. Overall, I am very pleased.

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

Now, if Jon would just leave me the hell alone and look up the info he wants himself...



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Final exam: done

I know I did well, just because I knew the material, but as of 5pm when I left school, it hadn't been graded. I do know that I got an A on the practical (write, record and produce a 60 second commercial in 60 minutes), because I heard Larry listening to it, and I asked him what he thought.

I had to write out an ad for the school's newsletter (I think that's what it is), describing myself and my qualifications in 35 words or less. Then, there was a survey I had to do.

Now, I have to put my air check together, meet with the job placement person, and meet with Angela, the Financial Aid goddess, to take care of last minute paperwork.

Wasn't it just March a minute ago?

There are certain classmates (ahem...Vincent...Solomon...LOL) who don't want me to leave quite yet. They need to relax a bit, because I still have three more weeks!

And there is still one more Del City Football game at home to do...I should probably put together a promo or something.

Wasn't it just March a minute ago?

I can't believe all this is nearing the end!

However... it must end so that I can start that new beginning I've been training for for the last 8 months.

Since March, I've not only gotten the training for a new career, but found some friends as well... and I wonder, why did it take me so long to get here? Perhaps, as someone told me a while ago, sometimes you have to go through other stuff to get where you want to be. Everything leading up to this had its place, and it couldn't have happened any sooner than it did.


And all I can think of is this...


Wasn't it just March a minute ago?



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

The answer is: "I'm taking my final in the morning."

The question: "What is 'Why am I still awake?'"

I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Bring it on!



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Splat.

That's how I feel right now...splat!
(as in flattened by a flyswatter)

Just got home from Norman and the OU/Baylor game. The good news is that OU won (in double friggin overtime!) and no one saw fit to splat themselves all over the sidewalk by blowing themselves up.

Around 4:30 this afternoon, someone called my cell phone. I couldn't answer it because I wasn't supposed to have my phone on me at work. It's a number I don't really recognize, and the caller didn't leave a message. It's probably a wrong number or something... Just my luck!

I am so tired I can't even spell...so I"m going to bed.



And that's all from where I sit
(but not for much longer cuz I'm goin' to bed y'all).

--MorelaterZ--
(when I'm coherent)

The sheer randomness of it all

(i.e. a bunch of disjointed thoughts whose only common denominator is being in this post)

I'm doing the NaNoWriMo madness again this year, and as a returning ML (municipal liaison) for my area, I became entitled to receive the ML tshirt.

Man, is this shirt ever bright! It reminds me of my highlighters. Wearing this, no one will lose me in a crowd! Wow!

(I should have Daniel or someone take a pic of me wearing it...I was warned they were bright colored, but geez!)

===

I went to someone's home this evening and saw cockroaches there, I made an excuse to leave in a hurry!

I'm getting sick to my stomach just thinking about them! Yeeeeech!

===

Working tomorrow at the OU/Baylor game in Norman. I hope I get a post like the last game (the suicide game --10/1) where I 'm sitting most of the time. I can't stand on my feet for ten hours, or I won't be able to feel my feet the next day... and

===

I take my final at school Monday! I know the material and I think I will do well. The extra time Larry gave me today to study really did help, though he accused me of being "chicken" to do an air show (kiddingly, of course).

Thanks, Larry!

===

Everyone who went to Orlando this past week, Tori, Dean and some of the kids (Joey was in Enid with Melvin and Gloria; Daniel was working) will be home tomorrow. I hope they all had a good time. At least Wilma didn't spoil their trip.

===

Saon seems to be more willing to talk to me lately. Maybe it's this whole thing with his foster father, since the man did contact me for Saon's whereabouts after Katrina hit.

===



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Grrrrrr....Yahoo!

Here I am, in the middle of a conversation with Saon, and Yahoo! Mess-up-enger shuts me down. Not only that, but then takes its sweet ass time letting me log back in, and by that time, Saon's gone offline. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Saon IM'd me around Midnight to tell me that he was talking to his former foster father, John, on Messenger. I'm glad they finally got to hook up and talk to each other. After a while, John inexplicably goes offline, and Saon took it personally. First of all, the guy's in Indonesia, and it's 12 hours later there. And maybe, the internet service there isn't all that great. I tried explaining that to Saon, but I think it fell on deaf ears.

I think what happened to John, going offline without warning, is the same thing that happened to me. I wrote Saon an email trying to explain, and I hope he understands that I just didn't kick him to the curb, that what happened was beyond my control.

Saon told me some of the things he said to John, and they were very sweet. John apparently filled a very large void in Saon's life, and actually cared for him and about him, and just wasn't taking in foster kids to get money from the state (in this case, Mississippi). Saon really respects this man for everything he did for this kid with no real family, no real support system. I think John was touched, but for some reason was unable to respond. Whether that was Yahoo!'s fault or what, I'll never know.

I better get to bed. Larry's going to let me study for my final tomorrow (er, today) instead of doing an air show. And I think I got the power equation concept down. I'll practise more over the weekend, so by Monday, I'll be totally ready for the final.


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

...with visions of power equations dancing in my head

I know I'm stressed about something when I dream about it. Last night, it was the power equations that will be on my final next week. I got the tutorial I asked Larry for today after my internet show. I think I just needed reassurance that I can actually do power equations, and Larry did do that for me (thank you!).

Maybe I'm stressing out over this for nothing. I know I know the material, and studying will only reinforce what I already know. Maybe I should ask for the power equations first just to get them out of the way...

Now, though, I think I will try and catch a quick catnap...


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Audio Post: haven't done one of these in a while, so...

here ya go!

And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

A piece of quiet is quite hard to come by...

I can't get anything done with all this noise and all these interruptions!

Have to wait til the middle of the night for that, I suppose. When it's quiet around here.

At least Jeff will be in Orlando this week, so he won't be up late complaining about how he can't sleep. Mom goes to bed reasonably early, so maybe I can co-opt the kitchen table for study purposes.

Meanwhile, I'm having these thoughts that are distracting me from other things, including studying for my final next week. Gotta shake 'em out and get it done!

Damn cowboy hat...


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

People like this exist, even in America

If you're in Oklahoma, you've undoubtedly heard of the church group from Westboro Baptist Church protesting at military funerals, and at the church in Del City where State Rep. Paul Wesselhoff attends. They equate the US Military with homosexuality, and that they rejoice each time a soldier is killed or maimed, saying it's God's punishment for a country that "loves fags".

They have, incredibly enough, a website called GodHates America.com. They've even stated that the attacks of September 11, 2001 was a message from God to stop promoting a homosexual agenda.

I swear, these people live in the United States of America and have beliefs like this? Geez, if it's that bad, you're always free to leave and live in another country that supports your sick agenda. Hmmm, wonder if Iraq has room for them all?


This is a message I sent them via a dummy email addy I have:

You call yourselves Christians? God doesn't hate America, YOU DO! You can spout your hate speech all you want because it's your right under the First Amendment, but AMERICAN SOLDIERS DIED SO YOU CAN HAVE THAT RIGHT! Now you spew hatred about AMERICAN SOLDIERS dying and you being happy about it!

You people are sick. I am a Christian, I believe in the Lord Jesus Christ, I believe GOD GAVE US A CHOICE on how or in what manner we live our lives, I believe in diversity, I believe in truth. YOU ONLY WANT PUBLICITY FOR YOUR MISGUIDED AGENDA!

You can hate homosexuals if you want, but your beliefs, your right to spew hate end at the end of my nose. STAY AWAY FROM MILITARY FUNERALS! STAY AWAY FROM MY STATE! STAY AWAY FROM MY TOWN! I don't believe as you do, and you coming here and shoving your sick beliefs down my throat is something I find offensive. I FIND YOUR GROUP OFFENSIVE!

Lest you forget: "Judge not, lest ye be judged." --Matthew 7:1

You WILL be judged at the gates of Heaven, and you WILL be found wanting. You WILL be spending eternity in the flames of HELL. REPENT NOW BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!

The GOD I believe in doesn't hate. God is all about love. He loved His children so much He sacrificed His only Son to pay for our sins.

All your group is about is hate and publicity, and that is disgusting.

God Bless America! If you don't like it here, LEAVE! We won't miss you.



I'm not a big Bible thumper, but I do love my country. I don't think these people should be protesting at military funerals in full view of the grieving families, I don't think they should be condemning their country that gives them the right to say hateful things about the people who live here. All those soldiers who have died in this, and other, wars, did so because they believed in their country, so that misguided morons like the people at Westboro Baptist Church can say what they want, no matter how outrageous and disgusting it is.



And that's all from where I sit.
(mad as a wet hen)

--MorelaterZ--

Everybody's talkin' at me, can't hear a word they're sayin'

because I'm trying to study for a test that is the week after next...hello?

I'm trying to get some work done, and everybody's after me to do something for them. I took Jeff to buy jeans for his trip to Orlando and get his hair cut --it looks much better short than the unruly curls he inherited from his dad when Jeff lets it grow out. That was cute when he was four...

I did all the usual stuff for Mom: cigs, water, get take out, bank...

I'm studying all the stuff I've learned, taken notes on, or taken a test over for my final. Larry told me he'd go over the power equations with me some time this week... it's not that I can't do them, but I want them fresh in my head come test time. That lecture was a while ago...

I get online to check my email, and my computer, in its infinite wisdom, decides to log me off...just as Saon is sending me an IM. He's still online and he's not answering his IMs (or at least the ones from me). Like it's MY fault my computer is threatening to either a) crash; b) go on strike; c) lock up in the middle of a sentence; or d) all of the above.

I need some peace and quiet. Or a piece of quiet. This is all going to drive me sane! (<---and no that's not a typo!)

Right now, I think I need to go to bed and sleep on it.


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Lord, I am so tired....

I worked the Audioslave show last night at the Cox Center. It was a good show, but I am worn out! I got there at 3:15pm and didn't leave til nearly midnight! It's my knees and feet that took the brunt of the standing all night. I didn't count on having to chase down barrier jumpers and roughhousing a drunk concertgoer out of the arena when he jumped the barrier! He wouldn't go quietly, so I grabbed his shirt and told him to get the fuck out while I shoved him out the door to one of my supervisors, who then took him to the cops on site.

And, my God, Chris Cornell is one sexy man! And Tom Morello (I think that's his name) can produce some awesome sounds from his guitar!

The two other bands, Seether and 30 Seconds to Mars were good, too. The crowd was kind of lackluster towards 30 Seconds to Mars. The poor singer was trying to get a reaction from the crowd and they just weren't into it. It was like "give me a hell yeah" and the crowd was "hell...yeah...big fuckin' deal. Bring on Audioslave."

Seether is a little better known, based on their hits "Remedy" and "Broken", which the singer did solo and was very good (the original studio version of "Broken" is a duet with Amy Lee of Evanescence).

Audioslave did a lot of songs from their new album, "Out of Exile", but threw in a couple of old Soundgarden songs (Chris Cornell was the singer for Soundgarden a decade ago), "Spoonman" and "Black Hole Sun", which Cornell did acoustically and dedicated to the families, survivors and victims of the OKC bombing in 1995.

I was hoping that they'd play "I Am the Highway" and "Cochise", and they were the last two songs they did.

Hopefully, I'll get paid for this show and the last OU game I did (the one where some student blew himself up outside the stadium) soon.



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Revenge of the undergarments...

Stupid underwire bras.

My best cleavage revealing one kept poking at me all night. Must be time to retire it to that great underwear drawer in the sky. I liked that one, too. Drat.

Those aren't easy to find in my size (and, no, I'm not going to reveal what size that is).

I better hit the sack. I have school and work tomorrow. It's going to be a long day...



And that's all from where I sit.
(free.......!!!!! Use your imagination....)

--MorelaterZ--

Just a cowboy hat?

Thanks for the distraction.

:)




And that's all from where I sit.
(distracted)

--MorelaterZ--

I should do something that's actually good for me...

like, um....sleep, perchance to dream?

With the way my dreams have been lately, I'll either have a sex filled dream or a nightmare.

I'll take the sex dreams, please.



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Apparently, she does mind...

Saon called me last night to get the information about an email I got from someone in his past who wanted to get back in touch with him.

A few days prior, I got an email from a man in Indonesia who used to live in New Orleans. He told me in this email that he was Saon's foster father about fifteen years ago, and had seen one of the many messages I'd left on various message board set up in the wake of Hurricane Katrina looking for survivors. He emailed me to see if I had any info on Saon's whereabouts because this man had lost contact with Saon about 8 years ago. I wrote back and said I'd be happy to pass along his email address to Saon, and let him decide what to do.

That was the reason for Saon's call last night. He got the email I sent him about the one I got from his former foster father, but no longer had it, and he wanted this man's email address. I couldn't remember it off the top of my head at first, and told Saon I'd have to get online to look it up. I'd have to get off the phone to do that, however, and Saon said he'd see me online in a minute.

While I was logging on to the internet, I remembered the man's email address, and told Saon when he IM'd me. Saon looked up this man's Yahoo! profile, and it was the same man he'd lived with for about five years as a teenager. Saon sounded really excited about the prospect of getting back in touch with this man.

While we were IM-ing, Saon said he had to go, because "Michele's actin' like a bitch bout u talkin' to me". Just the other day, he told me that Michele knew he still talked to me. Maybe she does know, but she doesn't have to like it.

Is this girl stupid? Of all the places Saon could have gone to after Katrina laid waste to New Orleans, he chose to go back to Hutch to be with her. He could have chosen to come here, but he didn't. He chose her over me yet again. They even divorced and he still chose to be with her. Doesn't she get it? So I don't understand her jealousy crap, unless she's afraid of losing him for good to someone else, be it me or another woman. As far as I'm concerned, she can keep him. Maybe she can put up with him, because I know I can't go through those mind games anymore.

I'll be Saon's friend. He can always count on that. As for having a relationship with him again, friendship is all I can handle for the forseeable future. If there's one thing that going back to school taught me (besides broadcasting), is that I have choices. I chose to live life to its fullest. I chose to make a career in broadcasting by getting the training I'll need to make it. I chose feeling good about myself over feeling like crap about things I have no control over. I'm the only one in charge of my destiny.

As Saon is in charge of his own destiny. I hope that his former foster father writes back and they re-establish their relationship. I think that will be good for Saon in the long run. Give him some kind of anchor. He's been rudderless for far too long. I tried to give him that, but he wasn't ready for it then. Maybe he is now. I hope so.



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Hmmm, this could be true...

Snickers

Nutty and gooey - you always satisfy.

What Kind of Candy Are You?

And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Angels win!!

The Los Angeles Angels beat the New York Yankees 5-3 in the fifth game of the AL division series!! They play the Chicago White Sox tomorrow night...

Daniel won $40 from a co worker because of the Angels' win.

Go Halos!



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Short timer

Five more weeks of school... yikes!

Part of me can't wait, and part of me is scared to death.

I'm getting stuff ready for my aircheck. I have to have 5 commercials and a PSA, then I have to do a show (I think it's a whole show-- 2 hours), including news and some other stuff. I guess Larry will tell me what all I need between now and the time I have to put this stuff together.

Meanwhile, I still have various assignments to do, I have 2 more weeks of Vocal Coaching to go to, and then...

The Future Beckons...?

The first order of business is to pass the final. Gotta keep plugging away at the studying. There are some things that I am still not clear on, and those are the things that I should concentrate on. I still want to have the tutorial on power equations, just so it's clear in my mind what is expected of me there.

Five more weeks... it doesn't seem possible that I've come that far. Wasn't it only March a minute ago?



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Some random thoughts...

Maybe it's my own damn fault
I trust too easily
I fall too hard
The bumps and bruises are
battle scars


Once bitten twice shy
Third times a charm?



This isn't a poem, just a bunch of lines running through my head. It's a puzzle I haven't had time to solve, yet it keeps haunting me.

I don't have time for puzzles right now, I have a final exam to take in two weeks!

Help?


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

VII's

From Dawn's blog...


Seven things you plan to do before you die
1. Work in radio
2. Buy a new car
3. Go back to New England
4. Be in a relationship that doesn't implode --marriage optional
5. See all my boys go to college
6. Go to Hawaii
7. Get my book published

Seven things you can do
1. Write
2. Be a good friend
3. Rock on with my bad self
4. Use a computer with reasonable skill
5. Read a map
6. Admit when I'm wrong
7. Collect junk

Seven things you can't do
1. Drive a stick
2. Keep my opinions to myself
3. Design a website/blog from scratch
4. Sleep most of the time
5. Sit for long periods of time without pain
6. Sew
7. Like sushi

Seven things that attract you to the opposite sex
1. sense of humor
2. his eyes
3. likability
4. his style
5. his openness
6. his smile
7. the way he kisses

Seven things you say most
1. you know
2. are you serious?
3. ya think?
4. cool
5. awesome
6. Hmmmm...
7. hell, no/yes

Seven celebrity crushes
1. Nicolas Cage
2. Denzel Washington
3. Ed Roland (lead singer of Collective Soul)
4. Toby Keith
5. Brad Paisley
6. Vin Diesel
7. a player to be named later

Seven people you want to take this quiz......if you want to take this quiz please let me know when it is done so I can stop by to see.


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Garage sale madness...

This weekend is the Neighborhood Garage Sale, where everyone who lives in this neighborhood sells all their accummulated crap at "get it the hell outta here" prices. Jeff just loves stuff like this. His whole room looks like a garage sale! Except for the crap he bought off eBay...

There are five (count 'em! Five...) garage sales on our street alone! People are just parking wherever the hell they want, and at one point, I had to ask someone not to park blocking our driveway. They looked rather put out, but I had to go to the store and I needed to be able to get in and out of my driveway.

Unless, of course if they don't really mind if I hit their car with the van...

Listening to Ben's show on 98.9... the format is suspiciously like the play list on DRS at school... I wonder what the teenyboppers who listen to this stuff would have thought hearing Ben Cruz broadcasting Del City Football last night. Hmmmm. But he's playing a Collective Soul song off Youth ("How Do You Live"), so I really don't care. Mmmmm, Ed Roland...I'd love to pick his brain about how he comes up with his songs.

BTW, Del City lost last night. It started out promising, with the Eagles getting a touchdown 20 seconds into the game, but by the third quarter, it seemed that the football uniforms came off and the aprons and chef's hats went on, because there were turnovers galore.

A friend from Virginia contacted me this morning via Yahoo! Mess-up-enger. I hadn't heard from her in 6 years, since I moved to Massachusetts in 1999. Hi, Becky!

Saon IM'd me again this morning. While Michele was in the shower. He says that she knows he talks to me, but I seriously doubt that. Why did he wait until she was in the shower? Know what, I really don't care.

Apparently there is no real crime in Hutch, because Saon said that the police were hassling him over his car making too much noise. Not even a meth lab, or kids who steal cars for joyriding, or people getting murdered? If that's the case, Hutch is a freakin' paradise.

He likes the weather, but hates the town. But it's not like he can go back to New Orleans any time soon, can he?

Better get busy and put in some study time towards my final. The goal is in sight and the future is within my reach. That both excites me and scares me. But, I have to pass the final first!


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Football tonight...

and Ben is fiddling around with some things to make everyone's job easier? How much easier can it be? I sit in the cable studio with Vincent for four hours and play commercials?

I don't think my promo for tonight's game played at all. I tried to play it during my 4 hour show in the cable studio last night and the CD players wouldn't recognize it. Then I noticed it was scratched. WTF?!

In other doings:

• I got an email from Saon last night, but when I went into Yahoo to read it, it had mysteriously disappeared, so I have no idea what it was about. I'll IM him and ask him to resend it.


• My sty is still there, and still draining. Not as gross or as messy as the first time. Maybe it'll be gone soon (ihopeihopeihope...)


• Something's up with Photobucket's site, because my header hasn't been showing all week. If the site's gone down or something, you'd think that they'd have the cajones to tell its members. But, nooooooooo!


• Nothing beats watching FoxNews with the sound muted and the closed captioning going. And if you believe that, I have ocean front property in Arizona to sell ya!


• I actually made it through a four hour show last night with all of Del City having the capability of listening in!! I think it went rather well. Took me a bit to hit my stride, but the music was good nonetheless.


• Over the weekend, I think I will post another meme. If you want to take it for yourself, go right ahead. Just leave me a comment so I can check it out.
  

And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I got words workin'

Workin' thru my brain, trying to make sense in some form.

I'm putting together some ideas for my NaNoWriMo novel this year, and I've got ideas for poems and short stories running around in there too. It's getting all confusing in there. Then there's all the stuff I have to know for my final in a little over 2 weeks.

Somewhere, I have to make room for it all.

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My internet show went very well today. Since I'm now out of Lecture, I'm doing a 4 hour show somewhere...either in the Cable studio, the Internet studio, or in a practice studio. I have no idea where Larry will put me this week, though the schedule has me in the Cable studio. The schedule, however, is subject to change.

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Better get the jackhammer at the ready for tomorrow when I wake up and can't open my left eye because the sty will have drained itself during the night. It itches like crazy when I'm awake. I checked into some over the counter stuff to get rid of it, but the package said that the product would only treat the symptoms of the sty and not the infection that caused it. Plus the stuff is nearly 7 bucks and in this tiny tube. For $7, it better treat the symptoms, the infection, and give me 20/20 vision, too! Sheesh!

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Someone mentioned my denim bustier this afternoon. Hmmmm...

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And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Ewwww, gross!

My sty is starting to drain... I woke up this morning with all this gunk crusted over my eyelashes. I thought I'd have to rent a jackhammer to get my eye open. Turns out that warm water is much better.

Meanwhile, back on the other side of nowhere, I feel like I got no sleep. I know I did because I had the weirdest, sexiest dream... and if I related it here, I'd have to change the graphic at top of this page, because this blog would no longer be rated "PG-13".

"NC-17", maybe...

And, yes, I do remember some of my dreams. Some of my best writing comes from them.

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I finally got to talk to Saon yesterday. He's in Hutch, living with Michele, has a job he hates, an apartment, and a couple of cars. He's getting back into a more normal life after surviving Katrina in New Orleans. I still think he's an idiot for going back to Michele yet again, but if he hasn't gotten it thru his thick Cajun skull by now, then he deserves what he gets.

At the same time I was doing IMs with Saon, someone else was IM-ing with me. I didn't think my old computer would be able to keep up with both conversations at once, because when someone types a message to me, my computer won't allow me to type until the other person was through with their message. I was waiting for Yahoo! Mess-up-enger to crash under the strain.

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Well, it's off to school... are you "peeking" today, CoolDude?



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

it's been awhile since I've done one of these

Found over at duff's...


three random facts about my closet
1. It's downstairs from my bedroom
2. I only have coats and stuff I no longer wear in it
3. It's tiny

three items i've never worn but still haven't tossed
1. too small tank tops
2. a top and skirt set that I bought without trying it on, only to find that the top is too small and the skirt is too big
3. a pair of shoes that my mom bought for me, while cute as hell, aren't my style

three items i'll never get rid of, no matter how ugly they get
1. black slip-ons with chunky heels
2. a sparkly belt with star shaped holes
3. The cowboy hat I bought at an Alan Jackson concert at the Tweeter Center in Boston about three and a half years ago.

three items people wouldn't expect to find in my closet
1. a denim bustier
2. pleather pants
3. a pair of fingerless leather gloves that Saon gave me three years ago

three items that made me go, "oh lord, what was i thinking?"
1. pleather pants
2. shoes with a four inch heel
3. ripped jeans

three things that i have a surprising number of
1. T-shirts
2. socks
3. sweatshirts

three dominant colors in my wardrobe
1. white
2. blue
3. black

three items that never fail to put me in a good mood whenever i wear them
1. jeans
2. my t-shirt that has a picture of a "biker chick" (an actual graphic of a baby chicken wearing biker garb) and says "tough chick"
3. ball caps

three people i will tag
1.
2.
3.
if you want to do this, have at it! Just be sure to tell me by leaving me a comment.



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Dream a little dream of me

I went into school late today because I had to take Mom to the dentist. Her bridge, the one she had worked on last year around this time, had come loose and eventually fell out.

Normally, Mom would have made the appointment to fall on a Tuesday or a Thursday to coincide with my late days, but the dentist was going on vacation tomorrow, and so Mom had to go today.

Since Mom made her appointment on Thursday, I was able to tell Larry on Friday that I would be late today.

It was weird going to school in the afternoon on a Monday. I got to school around 1:30pm, about an hour and a half before I would usually leave. I got my PI when I got there, and, maybe it was just me, but Larry seemed to be kinda put off that I would screw up his schedule like that. He was so, well, formal with me. He wasn't his usual gregarious self.

I worked on my knowledge survey for week 29, burned my football promo to a CD, and worked on my assignment for Vocal Coaching. The whole day seemed kind of weird and surreal.

Maybe tomorrow will be better and feel more normal.

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It turns out that Mom was right about what the problem with my left eye was. I have a sty. I've never had one before, and I don't know what to do about it. I know that if I don't do something, it will either go away on its own, or I will have to have it lanced.

I think I will talk to Dean about it when I get a chance. Maybe he can suggest something I can do about it. It's not bothering me right now, and I don't want it to. I just want it to go away quietly and quickly.

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I'm off to the other side of nowhere...



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Disappointed, but not all that surprised

Saon tried to IM me on Yahoo! Mess-up-enger earlier this evening (Sunday), but my computer wasn't cooperating. I could see what he was writing, but I couldn't respond. By the time I rebooted my computer, he was offline.

I was kicking myself for a while, then I had the grand idea to check out his Yahoo! profile.

Well, I can't say I was surprised by what I saw there. He's back in Hutch(inson, MN), and in a "long-term relationship". To me that says one thing: Hutch=Michele. End of story. Not even going to rant about how stupid I think that is.

I wrote him an email, and even in that I didn't say all the things I wanted to, because email isn't the forum I wish to use for what I wanted to say. What I did say (in part) was this:


I'm glad you are safe and getting back to a normal life. That's the best thing for you right now. Some kind of normalcy. I always kind of knew you would end up back in Hutch, even before you told me that was your plan.

(then i said some things about how I was doing, blah, blah blah...)

There's so many other things I want to say, but this isn't the time, and email isn't the method I wish to use to say these things. For now, I have to leave things the way they are. I don't know if I will ever get the opportunity to say these things. Maybe it is best if it is left unsaid. For now.

I wish you the best of everything in getting your life back on track. You know how to reach me if you want someone to talk to. I hope that we can still keep in touch somehow. I will always care for you, Saon, please never forget that. You will always have a friend in me whenever you need one.

Until we meet again, I remain--

Your friend, Stephanie


And I meant every word of it, too. I know that we're never going to have a real relationship, if we ever had one. He wanted me, and Michele, and every other girl who crossed his path. So I took myself out of the equation. That "friend with benefits" crap just ain't gonna fly.

To quote Tracy Chapman: I'm too old to go chasing you around, wasting my precious energy.

I've got my life to live, and if he wants to be part of it, fine. If not, that's fine, too. I can't stress over it any more. I'm just glad he is safe and getting on with his life.

You'll always have a friend in me.


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

What if there was an explosion and no one felt or heard it

...does it still count?

Apparently, someone decided to commit suicide on the University of Oklahoma campus while a football game was going on in the nearby stadium, and their method of checking out was with an explosive device. According to this article from FOXNews, some people in the stadium claim to have heard the explosion.

I was there, and the only explosions I heard were the cannons that get shot off everytime the Sooners get a touchdown.

I actually got a post where I could sit most of the day, and people kept asking me about a bomb threat. I had not heard anything about it until one of my supervisors came by and I asked if he knew anything about it. He said to tell people we don't know anything. And that's the last I heard about it until the game was over. At that point, it was all speculation.

When I got home, Mom and Jeff asked me about it because it had been on the news. They knew more about it than I did!

I got paid today, so I went and cashed my check... at 1am. It wasn't much, but it will get a couple things I really need (besides gasoline).


And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I feel like crap today. But I still need the money, honey

And that is the only reason why I am working the OU/KState game.

Nevemind that I have a low grade fever (96.8), my eye is bothering me (though no longer sore), and I generally feel like what Hannie would call "drek". I still need the money.

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As of Monday, I have 6 more weeks of school, and 3 weeks until I take my final. After the final, I put together an air check, a portfolio, and a new resume. Then the job hunting begins.

I can see what a friend and recent graduate meant by the end of school being "bittersweet". I'm looking forward to a new beginning, but at the same time, I don't want to leave.

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I have these lines dancing around in my head. I wrote them down, but I don't know what to make of them. It concerns a photograph of an unsmiling man, taken maybe thirty years ago or longer. I've been seeing this man's face in my dreams for the last several weeks, and it's almost like he wants me to write something about him. At any rate, the photograph intrigues me.

I think I know why, but I don't want to think about that now. I just want these lines I've written to make some kind of sense.

Maybe when I figure it out, I'll post it over on my writing blog.

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Better get ready to leave for the OU game. More when I return, if I'm not too tired.



And that's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--