so because i never claimed to be the sharpest knife in the drawer and all, and because i'm too dumb to just go inside and live without smoking while i play online poker.. i put a bunch of rocks in the oven (stay with me) and heated them up, then put them into the crock-pot (the ceramic liner part) and brought it outside. i put it down by my feet and it actually worked really well for a while, then the rocks went cold and after i threw them back into the yard i notice that apparently they were hot enough to melt the paint/glaze off the ceramic in the spots that were actually in contact with the stones.. my dad isn't going to be too happy about this. it's almost not noticeable so maybe i'll just pack it back into its box and put it away and it'll be another two years before he uses it, at which time i can say that it's just old and fucked up?

eesh.

i r smrt. yes, smrt. hey, it was a good idea, i really didn't think that the stones would get THAT hot just having them in the oven. i mean, they weren't glowing or anything, and that's the point of a crock-pot, it can stand prolonged heat.

oh well.

in other news while my dad was packing today he found this external harddrive that's got like 129GB worth of music and movies and various other types of stuff (comedy albums, 'books on tape,' etc.) that he downloaded from the morale server when he was overseas last. the 'morale server' is this GIANT database of nothing but entertainment for the troops to access. although it's nothing confidential i'm sure he probably wasn't supposed to have done that but oh well, it's mine now! and i mean, there is EVERYTHING. he had me just naming off bands earlier today and he'd start playing something by them.. misfits, anthrax, the beatles, black sabbath, modest mouse.. not that any of those are unknown by any means but i just wouldn't have expected him to have found them through a military resource? hah, oh well. a lot of it is going on to jones, now! woo! FOR FUCK'S SAKE, IT HAS SONIC YOUTH AND SUICIDAL TENDENCIES. sheesh i am in heaven. too bad it won't just all fit on there, haha.

( to sleep, <s>perchance</s>most definitely to dream. )

fucking weird.

my bitch-ass great grandmother (dad's grandmother) gave me $20. i'm glad i didn't know that before i talked to her on the phone this morning, otherwise i would have had to thank her. the last time she sent me money it was like $30 for graduating college (yeah i know, right) and i used it to get a tattoo with xD

for those not in the know, this woman has spent her entire life since i've been in the world, making my life a living hell. want to talk about some issues? i've always been a fat kid, and she has taken every opportunity since i was old enough to understand the spoken english language to tell me how fat i was and how i'd never get a boyfriend or be happy if i didn't lose weight. i mean, she was telling this to a five year old. and it continued on as i got older, AND it got worse. she's actually asked me, point blank, why i was bothering going to school when i could just get myself pretty and find a rich man to marry. and then one time she also asked me if i was getting a psych degree just because it was 'easy.' thanks, bitch. anyhow. she more or less leaves me alone about it now, but it really pisses me off that she's moved on to my sisters. they handle it better than i ever did, though. OH ALSO. i have naturally red hair. so does my dad, her grandson. she lives up in north FL so i only ever see her a few times a year, if that. when i turned 12 or 13 was when my hair started to grow in red, and when she saw me for the first time after it did she accused me of dyeing my hair, and then says 'i am not going to have any red-headed grandchildren.' .. really?

anyhow. and my dad's girlfriend bought me this really cute bracelet that has a sparrow charm on it, with my initials engraved into the back. not bad for someone who generally annoys the piss out of me, and hasn't known me that long. (she also threw in at least one pack of those little cigars. the cherry ones. <3 so good.)

alright that is all. i've got other pointless shit to do before i force myself to go to bed. i drew a really funny picture last nite of nathan explosion sitting in the hot tub with his laptop. the joke is supposed to be that in the course of surfing the interwebs he came across slash fanfiction about himself. hilarity ensues. like i said i can't draw anything realistic but for a cartoon it came out pretty alright. i'll figure out how to post it later.

thxbye.

'avatar' sucked. i know the rest of the world wants to fuck that movie but seriously, i was not impressed. yes, the graphics were amazing. the storyline was touching but ok at best (in my opinion anyhow) and was certainly not done any favors by the terrible acting. even sigourney weaver, whom i normally LOVE, didn't really dazzle me in this one. all of it felt very contrived, cheesy, and just.. i don't know. seemed like it belonged in some second-rate action flick rather than a 'serious' movie with a 'serious' political message (also thinly veiled, which makes me feel like hollywood is calling me stupid. i mean i am stupid, but i don't need you to tell me that), and in general the whole flick was poorly put together.

OH YEAH ALSO. dude romance is cool and all but seriously, keep it the fuck out of my science fiction. i HATE that shit. one of the reasons why episodes 1-3 of star wars sucked? you see way too much action between anakin and padme.. this is allowed in my book only because it was necessary to establish a back story and lucas did manage to keep the retard to a minimum. however, did you ever see captain kirk falling in love? hell no, he hit it and quit it. i'm all about some quick and dirty gettin' it on, but i could have done with out some soft sparkly love scene between two cat-eyed tall skinny blue aliens. i get it, the guy is attached to the place. this plot point only served to confuse me, so thx for that. does he want to save the planet because he disagrees with big business trying to exploit natural resources/believes in doing 'the right thing' OR does he want to save the planet because that alien ass was the best he's ever gotten?

anyway.

again. this is my personal opinion. i also hated the fuck out of 'titanic,' not because it was a horrible movie but because it just wasn't that fucking great. i know leonardo decapitated was really big on the scene at the time, whether because of that movie or not, but i never did get into it. i saw it in theater ONCE, because my grandmother forced me to go, and it was like the week before they finally took it off the big screen which, you know, was like two years after it actually came out. i'm pretty easily entertained so when i come away saying i didn't like a movie, it is srs business. srsly. and i can still usually find something good to say about a plot point even when the movie does suck, and i can't think of anything that really stunned me in this movie except the big alien dinosaur bird he tames at the end is kick ass. (no spoiler alert needed, you'll get over it.)

so, long story short: should have gone to see 'sherlock holmes' instead. grandparents are leaving tomorrow but if they don't change my tv the fuck off of the o'reilly factor i'm gonna have to kick them out tonite. today was actually pretty nice but i am tired and just want to sit on the back porch, chain smoke, write, draw (i started a few things last nite.. no, i cannot 'draw' in the sense that i can do realistic figures but i do sketch/color quite often. mostly little abstract looking doodles but i like them so STFU, GTFO? something), and play online poker. probably won't happen, because i have a headache and.. ew. yeah.

that's all.

Christmas dinner went so much better than Christmas morning. What a difference being wide awake makes. I think it also makes a difference that my mother has finally relaxed a smidgen by the time dinner rolls around. We had a couple of guests over, my mother's friend and her son. Food was good, as was coversation. Now I await my friend's arrival at my house for a gift exchange and a couple of glasses of wine. I am feeling very sneezy but I am hoping this passes. Sadly, tragically, I have to work at eight in the morning tomorrow. As far as I am concerned the library should be closed Christmas Eve through the second day of the New Year, but I do not make the rules.

my crimmus tree.


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ok that is all. i am sure i will be posting a million times tomorrow also (my dad's girlfriend bought me a present, which i explicitly told her and everyone else NOT to do-- except travis-- so maybe it'll be something cool. for as weird as she is, she seems like she'd pick out an awesome present. maybe she just bought me a whole ton of these little cigarillos that she smokes that i'm always bumming.. she gave me like 4 cherry ones a few weeks ago bc she said she didn't like them, and they were SO GOOD.) ANYHOW but yeah, since everyone else probably has important shit to tend to and i do not, i hope that everyone has a wonderful, safe, happy, joyous, love-filled holiday, whatever it is that you celebrate. eat until you think you'll pop, laugh until you cry..

dance like nobody's watching, love like you've never been hurt, sing like nobody's listening, live like it's heaven on earth.--mark twain

i love each and every one of you dearly, and hope that santa leaves you something amazing, just for being you. hell i know i would.

my back hurts. my head hurts. i just want to go back to bed and sleep until like 4pm.. but no. i have to mop the kitchen floor, even though i asked my dad yesterday if there was anything else he wanted/needed me to do and he said no.. blah. not a huge deal, but annoying.

my grandparents will be here this evening. they are bringing my dog with them! i'm excited but at the same time not, it's going to be stressful. they haven't been making him stay in his crate so i'm basically going to have to retrain him and my dad has already said that he's only giving him 3 chances to make a mess then he's out. i know i won't be home with him all day tomorrow so yeah, i'm gonna have to figure something out.

i have a strange urge to listen to meatloaf and sing and dance on the couch. i really think there should be some featured meatloaf songs on glee next season. that would make my LIFE.

the people that do karaoke at the bar i was working at for a while made friends with me, and i always sing patsy cline for the most part and this woman is deaf and thinks i do well so she made me a CD of myself singing.. and i got through all my songs and suddenly there is my dad singing. ugh. and since i am slightly drunk of course i am thinking about the fact that he is going back to iraq i 2011 and holyfuckingshit what am i going to do? i love my dad. i would absolutely die if anything ever happened to him. he is AWESOME, in spite of the arguments that we have, that are admittedly mostly my fault.

fuck.

shit. anyhow.

in honor and celebration of the holidays and spending time with family, my dad and i are going to get tore up from floor up tonite.

merry christmas, krazy kwanzaa, happy haunakah (did i spell that right? no), and happy festivus to the rest of us.

What are you going to try to do in 2009?

I'm going to sit down and write mine in Flagler Beach in next week. I'm trying to figure out what direction I want to go in this year.

at some point i will probably compile a 'my ten most favorite albums' of the year list but since i'm listening to them right now, anyone who has the inclination should check out fantasies from the band metric. i love this album to pieces. and it had a really big role in getting me through the shitty summer i just experienced. i could listen to this thing on repeat a million times and not get tired of it. GO LISTEN. good songs to get, if not the whole album, are.. sick muse, satellite mind, gold guns & girls, collect call, and stadium.. 'collect call' is probably my favorite, but they're all amazing.

I am laying on my couch for the first time in three months and cannot move.

These new black boots are sexy beasts.

My last minute orders turned out to be doable. One was an order for next year. The other I referred them to back alley on bridge street. They had one sign. The other one was another artist that was there. All win-win.

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i clean the house so my dad stops acting like he's on his period. (to tell the truth, i think he's a little nervous about his parents meeting this broad on christmas. still, not my fucking problem. i'm not the one poking her. don't take it out on me.)

but first, i make a playlist what to keep myself entertained with while cleaning house.

then i go in search of amazing coffee.. that i KNOW they have at publix.. it's like peppermint chocolate DELICIOUS (but it's just the beans so really it doesn't taste like chocolate that much) well, that is if i can motivate myself to deal with the batshit crazy that i know will be going on there. people here act like they've never seen a food library before, and that place is ALWAYS busy. even in the middle of the day, the parking lot is packed. so i can only imagine that two days before christmas is a whole 'nother level of 'shit i don't want to deal with.'

we'll see. maybe i'll just go to starbucks, even though i hate it, and call it a day.

bah, off to do chores.

oh yeah and i'm fucking pissed. my earrings were supposed to get here today. BUT NOW IT WILL BE TOMORROW. it damn well better be tomorrow, anyhow. stupid ups. *fistshake* i'm also waiting on some stickers that were supposed to have been sent out last friday and although i can't complain because they are free, one of them was going to be alecia's gift (it's a cupcake decal that says 'make vegan cupcakes, not war'.. and she's vegan.. and loves to make cupcakes.. wee) but i should have figured it wouldn't be here in time. i'll just have to mail it to her after i get moved, i suppose.

I accidentally made 5 copies of a key to my old Siesta Key beach place and not my Casey Key beach cottage...which caused me to notice I had keys from about 4 years of places I never was going back to.

I sort of did a key throwing away voodoo spell to be thankful for those places, to be thankful they were closed doors to important life lessons and to make room on my key ring for more doors, more places and more rooms to love.

Despite some generally unpleasant nostalgia, I feel happy. Cold weather always reminds me of men who are no longer around.

But like the keys, none of them would have fit where I am or where I am going.

My one crush on the MAN WHO CUTS HIS SLEEVES out of his shirt has evaporated. I saw him down with a girl and another man at a bar. They were trying to "help her." Everytime she'd go to the bathroom they would talk about how she was dumb as a box of rocks and stupid to let people use her blah, blah, blah. In 30 minutes they had her diminished from a vibrant perky blond to honest to God with black lines under her eyes that looked like they'd punched her.

Words are like that.

I have had people try to "help" me out like that. It is odd how mad they get when you ask them to please stop helping you so very much.

At any rate, his appeal is from a good distance. He's a mean spirited man who knows everything. And he's married. And he likes to help a woman when she's down, particularly if he can run her down even further.

I ran into a student from school. He was taking his dog to eat at Orphelia's, too. Sadie developed a strange utter hatred for the dog and honest to God, I think she was ready to kick the dogs tush.

I've now run into 4 different sets of students at 4 very different places...which, honest, stresses me out. "Out here" -- I'm RhondaK. I don't like having my rum runner soaked moment of bliss interupted with .."you talked to my class..."

It takes away some bliss.

Though, I did use one incident to find out some good information on placing some Library Resources where students actually look.

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