Tons of thoughts

First though: I had NO IDEA people could be so immature. If you have found this site, then good job. The reason I changed the web address is because apparently someone thinks its funny to have an IP operator call me at 3am. The message said this. "This is IP Operator 5242 calling with a message. Hey, its Eddie from school. I got your number from a friend and wanted to hang out. Yeah. End of Message. IP operator 5242."
Now, if you've read in previous posts, a guy that I knew from work was killed in Africa recently. His name was Eddie.
WHAT KIND OF SICK PERSON WOULD EVER DO THAT TO SOMEONE!?!
I was really getting sick of all the posts from "Thomas Jefferson" and all the other crap. I had no idea that people were so childish.

Other thoughts....
Here's my ramble on Red Cross Cards. I'm actually torn between two sides.
So, I work at Victoria's Secret now. I had a women come up with a hand-ful of un-necessary items. Yes, Victoria's Secret has a lot of those, but they do have a lot of every day items. She had 3 corsets, which range anywhere from $50-$120 a pop, a hand full of (what I like to call) "show bra's", basically bra's that you can only wear with extremely thick sweaters or if you want your bra to show through your clothes. They are about $50 bucks a bra and not to mention the dry cleaning bill for those things! Geeze. She also had about ten different pairs of glamor thongs, which are only worn for about five seconds at a time. The only thing she had in her bag that could be considered a "reasonable" purchase was the five for $25 cotton underwear. So, her total came out to be roughly $220.00. She writes me a check, I look at it and ask her her ID. When I go to check the name and address to the ID I notice that there isn't a name on the check. It's a starter check and we cannot accept them. She argues with me and says that I have her ID and I know that it's her. Obviously, she didn't understand that even though I could see that the picture on the Louisiana State License was indeed her, I had no idea if this check that I was holding was hers. After several attempts in trying to explain why I could not process her check she finally just said, "Well, fine. Do you take Red Cross Cards?!" I was 100% dumbfounded. I told her that we did, but she would have to fill out a tax form. She said agreed and when to go and get her card from her mom. She never came back.
Now here is my dilemma. The government is giving out our tax dollars and our donations to people who are using the money to buy this!? I've heard about the people using all of there $2,000 dollars to buy Lui Vition handbags, but I didn't want to believe it. I had heard about people taking the cards and spending them at strip clubs and I didn't want to believe that either. Though, now I am forced to believe it, because I stood face to face with something that I didn't want to believe. I saw it first hand. Even though she didn't come back, at least not during my shift. So here's the other side. These people have had there entire live stripped away from them. They don't have anything, some of them don't even have a change of clothes. So, they are given money to do what they want with it. They have every right to spend it on whatever they want, even if it means on things that are a little ostentatious. So, the dilemma is where do I stand?! They don't have anything and I've never had everything I owned and cherished ripped away from me. So who am I to judge? I would just hope that if I were in that situation, I would go to Walmart and buy only the things that are 100% necessary.

Ridiculous

Alright guys, I had to change my address and I'm sorry. . .
After the phone call I got last night, I had no other alternative

i'll post soon

Couldn't Happen

So, I found out today (Monday) that a guy that I used to wait tables with was murdered.
About a year and a half ago I worked at Beef O' Brady's in Suwanee. I was working up there with a girlfriend of mine, Ashley, when I met this guy named Eddie. I had met a lot of other people up there, but Eddie really stuck out. His humor, his loud comments and his jokes are what really made him the center of attention. He was into theater, he loved to act, love to just randomly say lines from different plays. You could really tell when he just started acting out different scenes from Hamlet or Romeo and Juliet in the middle of the restaurant. It was always a great way to end a busy night. Though I never did get a chance to see any of his plays, which now I wish I had even more, I heard they were all spectacular.
Eddie was also a fairly religious person, though he never really pressed it upon anyone. I actually didn't realize how serious into religion he was until Ashley told me today. Apparently he was on some type of mission in South Africa when someone stormed his tent in attempt to steal his lap top and money, but in the act shot and killed Eddie. I cannot believe it . . .

I don't understand it. It's all cold to me. It's not right and I don't understand why someone like him had to leave this world so early...
"I don't understand any of this, I only know it's ugly. You're all ugly and he was beautiful, he tried to put something fine into your ugly world and you killed him for it." Josephine- from the movie Tombstone, staring Kurt Russell, Val Kilmer, Bill Paxton and Sam Elliot.

It just doesn't make sense to me. Not at all.

Winkin', Blinkin' and Nod

I love this poem:

Winkin, Blinkin & Nod' Written by Eugene Field

Winkin' Blinkin' and Nod, one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe;
Sailed on a river of crystal light into a sea of dew.
'Where are you going and what do you wish?' the old moon asked the three.
'We've come to fish for the herring fish that live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we' said Winkin' Blinkin' and Nod.

The old moon laughed and he sang a song as they rocked in the wooden shoe.
And the wind that sped them all night long ruffled the waves of dew.
Now the little stars are the herring fish that live in that beautiful sea;
'Cast your nets wherever you wish never afeared are we!'
So cried the stars to the fishermen three - Winkin' Blinkin' and Nod.

So all night long their nets they threw to the stars in the twinkling foam.
Then downward came the wooden shoe bringing the fishermen home.
Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed as if it could not be.
And some folks say twas a dream they dreamed of sailing that misty sea.
But I shall name you the fishermen three - Winkin' Blinkin' and Nod.

Now Winkin' and Blinkin' are two little eyes and Nod is a little head.
And the wooden shoe that sail?>So close your eyes while mother sings of the wonderful sights that be.
And you shall see those beautiful things as you sail on the misty sea.
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three - Winkin' Blinkin' and Nod.

Anyway, everything's okay. I'm not stuck in a time warp, (KQ) or inside a fortune cookie (Ned), but rather I've been consumed into a world of stupidity. That's all....
Does anyone else have a fun Nursery Rhyme/Poem that they like?

no

someone help me, please!!

Jenna !!!!!

Jenna came home!! I know, there is a delay in writing this because it happened on Monday, but other things have obligated my time.
Anyway, so Jenna came home and I got to hang out with her on Monday. We went to the county fair and yes, I am a good old country girl. Jenna, myself and a girlfriend that I haven't seen since 8th grade, Whitney, met up with Jenna's mom, Mama Kelly, her husband, Scott, Jenna's brother, Dustin and his girlfriend, Carrie. It was
great to be at the fair with them again, especially since the last time I was there I was ten years old. Coincidentally, the last time I was there, I was with them, too! So anyway, it was a lot of fun walking around the fair, though it made me realize exactly how Southern Gwinnett County can be. It was also funny to think that Jenna, Whitney and I were the oldest people walking around that didn't have to have our parents pick us up by 10pm. That and its unbelievable how snotty these little kids can be! Jenna, Whitney and I were walking down to go get some food, these kids (who probably didn't even have pubic hairs) yell at me and say, "hey bab-ay!". I turned around and yelled, "Honey, please, I don't rock the cradle!" I thought that would of been enough to get the little bastard to go away, however, I was wrong. He found it amusing to come back up behind me and smack my ass. Oh, wrong move, hun! We found his mother and he told her the story. She was ticked, it was hilarious.
So, here's my new question! Has anyone ever eaten Chicken-on-a-Stick?! I'm serious, its like one huge chicken finger on a skewer. It was so yummy, it was almost cruel. At first, I was rather curious, (mainly because I was hungry) but chicken on a stick, at a county fair? Now that is considered risky, in my opinion. Though I can say, it made a rather tasty meal with a big glass of lemonade! It was awesome.

So, since Whitney has a motion sickness problem, she can't ride the rides that spin you around in circles or upside down. So I rode all of those rides with Jenna and Jenna rode all the other rides with Whitney. Well, while Whitney and Jenna were off, out and about, I met up with Mama and Dustin. We started reminiscing about the old days. Like how, during an innocent game of hide-n-go-seek on a rainy, summer day, Jenna and I hid in the dryer. Dustin, knowing that we are both in the dryer, turns it on and we start screaming and kick the door open. He found it amusing then and couldn't contain himself from laughter when I brought it up Monday night. Or about the time Mama Kelly had made us pizza burgers (oh, how yummy they were) and went out for the night with my mom and dad and her husband, leaving Jenna, myself and Dustin home alone. We had two pizza burgers on our plate and we all finished about the same time. Dustin and Jenna both look on top of the stove and there is one pizza burger left. Jenna gets up and Dustin tackles her with no mercy. They start wrestling the whole way up into the stove, arms reaching for an impossible attempts at the last savory morsel of food left. It was then that I stood up, walked over to the stove, grabbed the pizza burger, walked back to the dinning room table, sat down and watch the rest of the rather amusing situation. It wasn't until they both reached the stove, stood up and found that the oven pan was empty that they turned around and saw me, eating the pizza burger that they had both worked so hard for!! They both look at each other, look at me and then back at the other and take off, full force towards me! I quickly shove the burger in my mouth, jump over the table and run quickly down the hall way into Jenna's room. I slam the door and prop myself up behind the door with my back braced on the wall. My legs were locked and there was no way they were getting into that room. However, in the middle of all the running, I managed to start chocking on the pizza burger and had to let them in the room to help me.
Oh that was great.
I still think the best thing ever was Jenna getting glued to the toilet seat. True story, not kidding. Also, just for the record, crazy glue comes off with nail polish remover. Lots and lots of nail polish remover!

Oh how I miss all the crazy things I did in my child hood!!

Hurricane Rita

Another damn Hurricane. I guess that it is hurricane season, but damn, this year is shaping up to be the worse year yet!

I was reading on CNN and was heartbroken to read that a lot of the New Orleans residents had evacuated to Texas and were having to move, yet again. The full story can be found here, it has a lot of interesting information on just more than the hurricane.
It just seems like the Gulf of Mexico is like a power house for Hurricanes. With all the warm water, its almost like they hibernate and then wake up angry as hell.
I just hope this one doesn't hurt us as bad.

oops, my bad

Looks like some people stumbled onto my blog and read what I wrote about them.... How they did is beyond me ....
All I have to say is, "oops, my bad" and get a grip on yourself, you've known that I'm the biggest bitch around, why are you so shocked now?
The only thing I regret is not being there for you in the beginning.



11:20pm - Not to mention that having people call cell phone yelling obsenities into my ear is a little childish, not to mention ridiculous. I thought that we were over that stage in our lives. Obviously not. . . with that being said, I will now state this for the record:

If anyone is offended by any of the things that I write on my blog, tough cookie! It's my opinion, if you don't like it, good for you. If you don't like it, make a valid argument and it will become a good debate and I may just remove it, if its absolutley necessary! Thank you for your time and I look forward to posting more of my thoughts and opinions here, on this page.
Thank you kindly,
Samantha G. Stovall (yes, that's Stoval-L)

Disney Movies- "The Classics"

So, it came to my attention today that I watched WAY to many Disney Movies as a child. The reason that I know this is because I can sing and quote just about every movie that I watched.
I was talking today to someone and I told them that there was a part in a movie where a bear says to a snake, "Go, be gone long one!" If you can name that movie, I'll buy you lunch. . . . Seriously.
So I came across a Disney Movie list from A-Z which can be found here and with that decided that I should name my top five list, just because I feel like it.

So my Top Five Disney Movie Classics - meaning pre-Lion King. (Though Lion King is included) is:
(in no specific order)
1. Lion King
2. Aladdin
3. Robin Hood
4. The Little Mermaid
5. Cinderella

Haha, I love Disney movies...I'm such a dork.....

Disturbing Information

For those of you who don't know, I went to a pretty "ghetto" high school. It wasn't nearly as bad when I started as a freshmen, but by the time I left Shiloh High, it was depressing. My Senior year we had anywhere between 15-25 people drop out. I really think that the number is higher, but apparently the group of Seniors who go into trouble were allowed to graduate, just not walk. Anyway - it was stupid. My Senior year we had six people who were pregnant through out the course of the year. We had one girl who "disappeared" after freaking out and telling her mom that she had been sleeping with a teacher for about three years and a half years. What happened was the teacher had told her that things were becoming too serious and that things should stop. She goes nuts, tells her mom, her mom goes crazy, seeing that its a hard core Christian family they take her out of school, what a nightmare and you can only imagine the gossip stories. It didn't help that she was probably the prettiest girl in school and, in my opinion, the biggest bitch. I never really liked that whole, "I'm better than you because I'm a Christian and I go to church" crap. Aside from that, we had three huge drug busts. Two of which were kept on the down-low, but the big one involving a very well-known Senior always seems to stick out when it comes to that whole situation. We had one girl stab her boyfriend to death. I think that they were under class men, but still. It was scary.

So now it brings me to this. I had a very good, close friend in high school who meant a lot to me. He was always very kind, very passionate and thoughtful. He seemed to have such a good heart and I really thought that he would go somewhere with his life. So, this is after graduation, my graduation (he graduated in 03) when he starts dating someone that I utterly cannot stand. Of course, my tongue was tied, I hadn't talked to him nearly enough about the way I felt about things. I hadn't really ever given her much of a chance. All I knew is what I did know about her and what I didn't like about her was enough for me to not want to give her a chance. So anyway, a year goes by, I haven't talked to him but I keep hearing all these AWFUL things about him. Like he was addicted to cocaine and she was doing heroin. Just one bad thing after another. The worse thing was, however, after about a year, she became pregnant with his child. Now mind you, this is the third time shes been pregnant. Well, only two times that I'm sure of, the first time (or two times) she's had abortions. So, anyway, they are "in love" and they are "going to get married after the baby comes" and all that other total bullshit. Well, I just found out tonight, he's been cheating on her for the past three months with some other girl and has now left her. She's about a month away from having this child or what, now the doctors think, may be we twins.
Before I hated her, now I pity her. Before I pitied him, now I hate him.

Hate: v. hat·ed, hat·ing, hates
v. tr.

1. 1. To feel hostility or animosity toward.
   2. To detest.

I usually refrain from using that word towards people, but honestly, I dont know how else to describe it.
It's all Jerry Springer drama anyway, I think thats a vast reason for me extremley disliking my high school to begin with.

Disturbing Articles

No offense, but I'm really tired of reading about Katrina and the disaster. It's just so depressing. I still read about it, just not nearly as often. I did, however, find an article on FOXNews.com, that was so disturbing. The article is called "Caged Kids' Mom Complained of Husband". The article goes on to talk about how they adopt children with special needs and yet they are complaining of the husband being aggressive and harming to the children. What I DO NOT understand is how these two people are taking care of, at the most, ELEVEN Special Needs children. ELEVEN with only TWO adults!? ELEVEN TO TWO?! That's absoultey ridiculous. When I worked with the special needs students my senior year they had three teachers to six students. Even then it was overwhelming. What does spark my interest about this is that the government gives these two close to $5,000 a month to take care of these children. Jesus, sounds like a good way to get money from the government. Take in these children, get the money and then just lock them in cages. That's the impression I got anyway.

The Converstaions of a Friday

So, this afternoon, when I woke up (at noon) my mom started giving me a hard time. Apparently she's still sick and she wanted food, but she didn't want to have to go and get it. So, she insists that I go to Philly Connection and get her a Philly Cheese steak. Of course, I didn't mind, that meant that I got free lunch. So, while I'm sitting in Philly Connection waiting for my order to be prepared, I happen to tune into a conversation that these two girls were having. They were, undoubtedly, still in high school and how they were at Philly Connection at 12:45, on a Friday, was beyond me. So the conversation they were having, from what I could gather, was about this girl that they were friends with. Or rather, use to be friends with. Oh how the high school drama is always amusing. So basically, they were mad at her because she "Had no right to even think about going to the homecoming dance with her ex-boyfriend." Even though, again from what I gathered from this conversation, this girl and her ex had been broken up for over a year! It went back and forth between the two girls, exchanging nasty thoughts and opinions about this girl. It was so funny. I start laughing, because it just became so dumb that I couldn't stand it. My order is ready, I walk up, pick it up and start walking for the door. The girls look at me and the one girl, who was without a doubt, the one who was much more angry than the other, says, "What's so funny?" I just snickered and said, "Because your mad at someone for something so stupid! Oh High School, oh how I miss it" and continued walking out the door.

So a girlfriend and I were talking today on the phone and we started talking about how much she missed her boyfriend. She's in the Air Force and she just came home for 23 days. Day one started today and she can't wait to see her "honey." So, of course, you must know why. I started laughing at her, poking, prodding, giving her a hard time and she chuckles and says, "Why do you think I'm so tone?" I said, "well, duh, your in the Air Force and you just got out of basic training." She laughed again and said, "I was tone before I left, dumb ass, its because you burn so many calories during sex." I laughed at her and thought to myself..well things better left un said....

So she emailed me this article called, "Losing Weight with Cupid" located on WebMd. It's got all kinds of factual information from the doctors and what not. I thought it was hilarious....check it out.

So those are two extremley funny converstaions that I had today.

Court

So, I had court today. For those of you who didn't know, I totalled my car on September 1st. It was my fault, I pulled out infront a semi, damn it.

So I had court today, downtown in the great city of Atlanta. Court started at 3pm so I decided to go ahead and get there early, seeing as I didn't know exactly where I was going or where I was supposed to go when I got there. So, I arrive, and if any of you have ever tried to find a parking spot in Atlanta, you know when I say, its damn near impossible!! So, I pull into this parking lot, and this rather tall, slender, black man walks up to my car and hands me a ticket. Points to the parking spot and then walks away. Probably the most un-sociable person imaginable.

Anyway, I walk inside, find my name on the sheet and next to my name was the location of where my court room was. I noticed that my name was the only one with a middle name and the most amusing part of it was it read like this: "Stovall, Samantha GRACE". It's like screaming at me - "Like you have any grace...Ms. Crashy-mic-Crash!"I guess that goes a long with the fact that my dad has said that I was an oxymoron since I learned to walk, or rather, fall all over the place. Dear Lord, im clumsy.

So I find my court room on the sheet of paper, room 5C. So, without any directory to tell me where to go or where the hell to find this room, I decided to take the elevator. I look at all the buttons and decided that 5 must represent the level that the room is on. I push the cold, small, silver button and watch as the border lights up with a dark red light. Now, let me explain to you, I hate elevators. I would rather walk up seven stories worth of stairs than to take a damn elevator. The whole motion of the elevator, stopping and starting, yeah, I hate it. So, I figure, at the most, I have to go up four flights. Not a big deal, I can handle it. So, I make it to the fifth floor, walk out into the main hall and there is not a soul around. However, I do notice that there are gold numbers and letters over the doors. The one directly in front of me said "5A". I knew I was in the right place then. So I start walking down the hallway, feeling my shoes sink in the red and black carpet. Odd colors for carpet, thought it was rather classy with the mahogany wood walls. I start looking left, above the doors. "5B". I look right "5D", thinking to myself, odd - that's where 5C would of logically been, but I continue walking, look left, "5C". Bingo! Oh, wait, not bingo. On the heavy, woods doors, there were two signs on either side that read, "Traffic court located in 5C for 3pm has been moved to room 6D". Damn it! More elevators....

Well, to make a long story short, I go up to 6D. There wasn't anyone in the court room other than this cute, friendly, black women who motioned for me to come see her. I walked up and she said, "Whats your name, honey?" I told her my last name and she asked me how I wanted to plea. Yadi-yadi-yada. I sit down, another women came up to me, talked to me. Told me that my fine was going to be $153.00, but I still have to see the judge before I left. So, while waiting, I'm reading and noticing that the court room is starting to fill with more and more people. Well, I start to really get caught up in my book when I hear someone talking in front of me. The voice doesn't seem right, doesn't sound correct. (As if there is a correct voice...) I look up and there is this officer. About 6'1, between 240-260 pounds, long, thick arms, huge, broad shoulders, thick waste, thighs and legs and then, then, a women's head!!!! IT WAS A HE/SHE COP! Dear Lord, I almost choked! You could definitely tell that it was a man trying to be a women. The hair was so thin and brittle from hair dye, it was wearing way too much make-up and seriously, real women who are cops don't wear make up. Not like this anyway. Jesus, it was scary!!!

So, anyway, I go up, plead gulity, talk to the judge, blah blah... I got and sit back down waiting for the lady to come get me to pay my fine when someone taps on my shoulder and said, "are you okay, Sam?" I turn around and its Avi!! From Shotgun! He's a lawyer and looks really good in suit! It was nice to see him, kind of comforting to know he was there.


Oh well, done....

Kevin ....

Looks like the guy from the notebook! Check it out! Isn't it fun!?

My Cheeks

So, someone, who will remain un-named, has been ranting and raving about how much he loves my cheeks! I don't know what it is, I think he's crazy, personally. He say's, "they're the best looking cheeks I've ever seen! Especially when they're slightly pink from the sun. So nice to kiss, so nice to run my hands over. They fill out even more when you smile."

Who would of ever thought that my cheeks were attractive!? Wow, im blushing...

So I went back to Shiloh Today...

...To pick up my little brother to take him to this orthodontist appointment. It was so strange, walking into that school, looking and seeing people that I knew from when they were freshmen. There was, however, this one girl who I just couldn't stand. I can't even remember her name, but heaven forbid her to be nice to anyone, she was such a bitch. One of those egotistical, skinny, good looking little bitches who held her nose so high in the air because she essentially was and is better than everyone. It was so amusing too. I was walking up the stairs when she opens the door and does a double take. She looks at me, I look at her and I just winked.

Oh, the joys out being out of high school...

Savanah is so much fun

and by Savanah, I mean my puppy....

Sudoku n' Day

Monday's and Tuesday's accomplished....
They are too easy in the begining of the week.....

Im off to work today and to probably go play poker with the crazy asians.....

that and to hang out with some people...

Too much time for thinking

Have you ever had that gut wrenching, deep down, heart throbbing feeling about something you just know is going to end up wrong? Almost like, you want something so bad, but there isn't anything in the world that you can do to get it. Or if you could have it, would you be able to live up to it's expectations?

Why do I always feel like I'm having to pass tests?

I've had all day to think, hence why its "too much time for thinking" and even in the end, I don't know what to do.

"No one needs to know right now."

Bored...

So I took some pictures:

Chris Brimberry ....

Is my hero! Kudo's for him and his sweet roomey taking in a New Orleans Refugee! Vote for Christopher Brimberry, soon to be future President.
Brimmer, you're my hero, I heart you to pieces!

YUCKY!

So, I'm looking through some of the photos on my old computer up stairs when I come across some photos from the AFDC EOS Tourney last year, when I played with Iron Chef Chen. I cannot believe how much weight I've lost since last year...


If you cant tell which picture is the old one, I think I'll barf.

Pictures

These are fun:

Classic

If you cannot read it is says:

Warning: Because of product length protective eyewear is recommended for first-time and novice eaters.

It's a sticker that a hot dog company uses! It's great

Talk, talk, talk

People just love to talk. Especially when the gossip is good. It's hilarious. What is it about people and there fascination with knowing other peoples personal lives? Seriously. Isn't that why its considered "personal"? I just find it absolutely disturbing how people feed off knowing all the bad things about people. Really, who ever gossips about the good things? I could only imagine the big, blue haired, old, arthritic, women sitting around a table, playing the infamous card game of bridge, talking about all the good things that have gone on in the neighborhood. Yeah right! In fact, its just the opposite. The conversation hardly ever sounds like, "Did you hear about that sweet ol' lad finally asking that beautiful girl down the street to marry him? I think its a blessin', just wonderful." It's more like this, "Did you hear about that foul mouth, hooligan who got that little whore down the street pregnant?! Never thought she'd be involved with a shotgun weddin!" Doesn't it just sound so much more interesting!?

Of course, I'm really making this a little bit more flamboyant. Though, seriously. It's just what I'm getting at. Everythings so much more interesting when its bad. If you're reading this, I'm glad you know that I didn't say anything.

CEO Barbie

No, there is not some strange, hidden message in the title. CEO Barbie is exactly what I mean. So, I've been reading about Hurricane Katrina, Stupid Bush and his Stupid Wife, The Red Cross, etc, etc, when I come across an article in The Onion that says something along the lines of CEO Barbie. The atricle can be found here: http://www.theonion.com/content/node/40300 ( I really need to figure out how to work the link thingie)

Basically, if you don't read the article, it talks about how this new "title" for Barbie is ridiculous and that it's causing young women (who are at the earliest age of 4) to set un-reachable goals for their life. Seriously people, come on! The article is just down right ludicrous. Most people don't even know what they want to do three years into college, let alone at the age of nine! I do, however, think that its funny when the mention about Polly Pocket.

Another thing that kind of "erks" me about the whole article is how they state that women can never be CEO's of a company and that they more or less create the bright ideas for the men in those positions. All I have to say is, "Man, Fuck you!"


Btw, people, im totally kidding. The Onion is a fake newspapper...I know, I know...

Victoria's Secret

So, for those of you who don't really know much about whats going on in my life, I will update you in one sentence. I left toyota, im going to school full time and I'm starting work back up with Kathleen at Victoria's Secret.
A little over a year and a half ago I was employeed at Victoria's Secret where I met and became good friends with Kathleen. The only reason I left there is because there was a good chance that my family was going to be moving within the next nine months to Austin, Texas. A job was offered to me at Toyota by Jack so that way if we did move, I could transfer to the Toyota there. Well, needless to say, the job in Ausitn was pushed back and it turns out that we would not be moving.
Well, a few things have happened latley. I've started to become a little bit more upset with myself for not taking the first year of school seriously and busting my ass for the grades that I need. The decision I made was to leave Toyota, go back to school full time (with in hopes of transfering to GSU) and working at Victoria's Secret with Kathleen. Kathleen, who is the store manager, was execptionally happy to hear that I wanted to come back to work with her. So, this morning, I wake up and head over to see her. As soon as I walk in she gives me an enormous hug and starts going on and on about how much she missed me. I walk in the back office with her to begin my tedious task of filling out countles pages of paper work when she informs me that she has gifts for me. She opens up her drawer and sure enough there was a gift bag with my name written all girlishly on an adorable, little, pink sticky note. Oh how I miss the Victoria Secret's goodies.
Free bra every month, endless little gifts from Kathleen and 30% off all purchases at Victoria's Secret, The Limited, Express, Express for Men, White Barn Candle and Bath and Body Works. Seriously, why did I leave in the first place?!

Frazzled

Please tell me that there is someone out there who is just as confused and afraid as I am!? While sitting at dinner tonight, hardly touching any of my food, my brother looks at me and says, "Did you run into a brick wall today?" Of course I look at him, frazzled, and instead of a verbal reply I shake my head from side to side in the awkward motion suggesting "no." When, in all actuality, I have sprinted full speed into this "brick wall" that my overly intelligent, younger brother, has so delicately pointed out. The thing that bothers me is that this wall was virtually created by myself, therefore making it even harder for me to tear down. I just hope that the decisions I am about to make are the correct ones.

"Dont turn away, what are you looking at? He wasn't happy on the day that he met her." ~Stone Temple Pilots, Sour Girl.

So- I opened two fortune cookies at dinner tonight. Mainly because the first cookie made absolutely no sense at all. My first fortune cookie at dinner said, "You are beautifully ignorant."
What the hell am I supposed to do with that? I don't even know to take that. If you do, let me know. So, with higher expectations, I grab another cookie. I pop open the little plastic bag, and pull out the golden brown cookie. I crack it open and pull out long, white piece of paper. I flip it over and begin to read. This fortune cookie says, "You will make a wise decision in the near future. It will change your life forever."

Fortune cookie always wrong.

Sudoku

This is so addictive.

http://puzzles.usatoday.com/sudoku/archive/2005/09/06/

Sudoku is the Japanese word combining "number" and "single." It's origin stems from an 18th century game by a Swiss mathematician. His game was "Latin Squares".

I suggest you try.

Sectionals - Yeah C'mon!

My predictions for the Mixed Division:

In our pool we have us (Shotgun), Sequence, Emory and Rival. We will have no problem cleaning up agains Sequence or Emory. The game that is going to matter is the game against Rival.

Rival is another Atlanta based team. Oddly enough, and no pun intended, they are our rival. We've only played them twice and both time we have claimed our victory. We had a hard fought game against them in Savannah for Toss in the Moss. Shotgun, after consistant, clean throws and hard ass defense walked away with a score (of what Edelman says) 13-9 favoring Shotgun. They have great players, no doubt, but we took it too them. We fought hard and came out on top. We played them agian this previous weekend in Chattanooga. It was the Semis and we came out on top again. Even with our women being nearly savaged and Rival forcing us to go 4-3, we still managed to take it to them. That and my amazing D that I had on Jason's deep huck, that was quite awesome. =)
Basically, we can beat this team. With the addition of Jeremy Goecks, which I may add, is huge, and having all of our team there, we should see another tough game. This weekend will be awesome. A winner, we shall see =)

Im predicting Rival or Shotgun vs. Jots in the finals.

Really, Really Ridiculously Good Looking

First off, I think this picture is hillarious:
It's from the End of Season Tourney with the AFDC. We made it to the finals that weekend, we played really well. We were some really, really ridiculously good looking, weren't we? (Our team was The Really, Really, Ridiculously Good Looking Team.)

The Beginning

I don't really know much about this so called Blogger thing. It's different, a little harder for me to understand how to use, though I am sure that in time, I will figure it out.
So, I've decided to take my mind off of writing this overwhelimingly long email that I have, amazingly, been writing since 10:30 this morning. It is, without a doubt in my mind, one of the more crutial emails that I have ever written. Or, for that matter, will ever write in my entire life. Have you ever wanted something so bad, worked so hard for something and then never been able to enjoy the benefits of your much deserved hard work? It seems like that happens to me more than I anyone could imagine....

Things have not been easy for me latley. Yes, yes I know.I sound like I'm expecting anyone and everyone who reads this to come to my side, hold me and tell me that everythings going to be alright. However, that is not what I want at all. I am strong enough to get through this alone. I've started to hate who I was becoming, as well as hating what I was doing. When I was in high school, and all you people who went to Shiloh that knew me better back me up on this, I was logical, somewhat rational (much more than I am now) and head strong. I didn't party in highschool, well atleast until the end of my senior year. I didn't make decisions based on emotions, I made them based on logic. I have got to get myself back to doing that. In this past summer, starting with the Memorial Day Hat Tourney, I have made more illogical, irrational decisions than I have ever made in my enitre life. A lot of which I regret to the highest level of regret. This summer I have felt more out of control than I have ever felt in control. I have felt that I have given in to so many people, so many situations that people expec this stupid, blonde girl who makes stupid decisions. Well, damn the people for thinking that I'm going to stay that way. For lack of better words, the bitch is back.

Back to writing my email, I have more to say, just too busy to do it at the moment.