Series Of Unfortunate Events

Alright, so here is my new blog thing. Since I have a great passion for music and I relate almost every moment to a song, I will end each blog with a verse or a line. Not that I really had to dedicate a post to this but WHY NOT???? Music is my passion. Music is a palette of many colors, that just seeps through my heart. AHHHHH....Music. I do have a gripe about it though. What is the deal with boy bands??? What has happened to all the love songs?

Ok so I have to share this with you all since I am discussing music. I was chit-chatting with a co-worker one day and she had told me she bought some tickets to the Tool Concert. She asked me if I wanted to go and said that I was saving up some money to go to the Tom Petty Concert. She then looks at me and says " Why would you want to see Tom Petty? You need to see Tool. Tool is the Hendrix of our time." YES PEOPLE YOU READ CORRECTLY. How can someone say that????? Tool doesnt even compare. Van Morrison v. N*Sync Phil Collins v. Backstreet Boys. NO BRAINERS!!! Sometimes I wonder.

"A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while."

"American Pie" Don McLean

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So for those who actually know me, they know that when final time is here I am a grumpy wreck! I feel and look like I literally crawled out of somethings ass. I end up being mean to the people I love. My fiance, (we will call him fire crotch for comedy sake. for those who havent figured it out, he is a redhead), is soooooo amazing to me. He cooks, bakes, cleans, THE WORKS! What do I do? Complain about finals. I snap at him for any little thing. Last night I actually snapped because he was laying to close to me in bed. Thats right, you can tell I am a real joy to be around. I swear I need professional help. I know its wrong, and I feel so guilty for being like this. I just cant stop it. Anyone have any suggestions?????

I actually do want to mention something that did make me smile last week. Not anything major, but it helped. Well last Wednesday I went to visit my parents for the holiday. Fire Crotch was headed to see his. I had class all morning long, and like a true procrastinator wasnt planning on packing until 5 minutes before I was ready to leave. So Im stressed over class, finals, etc. I unlock my apt door and to my surprise everything had been done for me. Fire Crotch washed, folded, and packed all of my clothes, toiletries (is that how you spell that), etc. He also washed dishes and took out the trash. I felt immediate relief. Finally a chance to relax. So I say "Thanks so much" and what does he say..Well I will tell you " I just thought I would get things done so we could spend some time together before we have to leave." So yes everyone I am an ass. I need to learn to relax and start appreciating what I have around me. My strings are wound up to tight at the moment.

To make matters worse (oh you thought this was over...) I GOT A TICKET. See now getting a ticket is bad, but getting a ticket from an overly cocky, smug, asshole of a cop makes it 10 times worse. He basically just yelled at me for anything and everything. I had Fire Crotch's license in my wallet because I had just taken him to get a procedure done. I dropped him off at home and left to get some lunch. Well anyhow back to the cop. I reach for my license and Deputy Dog sees that I have Fire Crotch's license. So he starts asking questions like:

Question: "This doesnt look like you. Why do you have someone else's license?"
INNER MONOLOGUE: "Well your a smart one. Of course this doesnt look like me!"
Answer: "I took my fiance to a medical procedure this morning. He asked me to hold it for him."

Question: "Does this person know you have their license?"
INNER MONOLOGUE: "Yes idiot!"
Actual Answer: "Yes, Sir."

Question: Why havent you shown me your proof of insurance?
INNER MONOLOGUE: "Why dont you drive off a cliff!?"
Actual Answer: "Here it is officer. Sorry about that"

Comment: "Drive Safe Mam"
INNERMONOLOGUE: "Go F*** Yourself Sir."
Actual Anwer: "Thank you, sir."

I can already tell this is going to be a fabulous week!

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I cant believe I actually said what I did. Ok so here is the story. I took a test today in my Criminal Law Course. I was sitting there studying when the girl next to me, (dont know her name but she knows mine...dont you hate that???), starts telling me about how rotten the last few weeks have been for her. It turns out her boyfriend was shot and murdered. I felt awful. So I shared a few comforting words. Basically I dug up things my dad has used to cheer me up in the past. Now I am in no way insensitive to her circumstance, but it isnt something that I am going to think about all day. WELL..................apparently 5 minutes later I forgot all about it. I was trying to study and there is this term "transfered intent" which in a nutshel means if Person A tried to kill Person B but missed and instead killed Person C then it would still be considered murder even though it was unintentional due to the fact that Person A had the malicious intent to kill Person B. The intent just transfers. ANYWAY...........For some reason I felt like commenting on the term. I look at her and say "You know if I finally got the courage to shoot someone , missed, killed someone else, and went to jail I would be angry. I would want to go back out and shoot again." She just gave me this blank stare. It was then I realized what I had said. Does everyone see where my error in judgement was? Why would I talk about wanting to shoot someone to the girl whose boyfriend was just shot and killed. These are the moments you just want the ground to swallow you whole. I wish I could blog about all my previous foot in mouth moments. I could write a book. I wouldnt want to bore you.

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Yes you read correctly. I bought a porn, an adult film, sleazy movie, or whatever you want to call it. I wanted to broaden my horizons. Plus I like the Adult Store. Anyhow, I have discovered a few things since the big purchase. First of all, porn on dvd is WAAAAAAAY expensive. I mean there are some $80 dvds out there. I couldnt believe it. Next, if your gonna purchase a porn, SPLURGE! I didnt. I decided to get something economical and let me tell you, you get what you pay for. It was the most unanimated thing ever. I could only watch about 10 minutes of it. BORING! Now, something else I wonder about is, who does the casting for these films? For men, are the requirements to be balding with a mullet? These guys look like they shower in "soul glow". Ok so I understand that there is no need for an intricate plot or good actors in a porn film. But can you think about how much more entertaining a porno would be if it did. If I could actually believe what was happening? Instead we have the cable guy and the desperate housewife getting it on. So from now on, I choose to only purchase hot lesbian chic porn. Now, Im not a lesbian. So stop thinking that. My reasoning for it is that the women are by far hotter than sweaty mullet guys, so the chances of me getting turned on by it are much greater. Women are better looking and very sensual.

Last discovery I would like to share is, my fiance isnt really into porn. Now this of course isnt entirely a bad thing, BUT I think it would be fun to watch it together. Instead he looks at me like Im nuts??? Whats the deal with that? He isnt the slightest bit as interested as I am. Is it possible that I am kinkier than he is? I do believe this requires further investigation. Well I can look on the bright side there isnt anything wrong with being the teacher (wink wink)

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I had so much fun this weekend. My sister and I visited our friend "twisted panties". Nothing like some spending sometime with the girls. We made this terrible pizza and had appletinis that tasted like brown sugar, but it was all worth it. I made some Muddy Feet for us. What are Muddy Feet you ask? Well good question, I will tell you. Muddy feet is a sundae that consister of a warm cookie doe and marshmellow fluff bottom, vanilla icecream, topped with caramel, hot fudge, whipped cream, and of course a cherry (or 2 or 3 lol). We played scrabble all night and seemed to be drunk on conversation. TWISTED PANTIES NEEDS TO MOVE CLOSER TO US. I also made Twisted Panties take me to see the Selena statue. That was extra funny. For those of you who dont know who Selena is, she is a Tejano Singer that was murdered a few years back. There is this statue that was made in memory of her. Now dont get me wrong, I have respect for the dead, but some people go WAY over board with this statue thing. There were people trying to take all kinds of pictures, and capture every angle. So you ask yourself why I went if I think its silly? Well...it was a joke for my fiance. Needless to say he got a good chuckle out of it. Anyhow, I had fun and cant wait to head back there.

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One of the most important motors in my life died last night. No it wasnt the car, or my washing machine, it was PINKY. Yes, pinky. Pinky is well...if you think real hard you can figure it out. My fiance had a spinal fusion in July, so Pinky has come in handy. This is how it happened....

Once a night every night pinky and I "visit", and well last night was no exception. I turned the dial. (yes this means different speeds, just one of the many wonders of technology) At first everything was working as planned. As soon as I was going to greet Mr. O, it happened. Pinky actually started sputtering. Not only did Mr. O get scared away, but he was for sure gone for the rest of the night.

So in memory of Pinky, I will share a story (no this isnt going to be nasty). I went to visit my parents for a few days 2 winters ago. I arrived quite tired and just dropped my bags wherever I could find room. My teenage brother, walked beside me and tripped over my bags. Sure enough one of my bags started vibrating. Lucky me, my overly religious father came to the rescue opened my bag and pinky was there to greet him. Why I took Pinky to begin with Im not sure. But the look on my father's face was well priceless, definately nothing a Visa can buy (lol). Needless to say I got a lecture and a recommendation for 8 hours of prayer A DAY!

Now I am left with the task of finding a replacement. I will definately let you know how that goes. Who knew, so many sizes, shapes, colors, and functions. How will I ever decide....

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