1. I honestly think that Curves should make a rule that a bra is required attire, no exceptions. Yes, I know standard bras are uncomfortable when you're at the gym, but sports bras are relatively inexpensive and would do you a world of good, you large breasted women who insist on jumping around without anything on. You look nasty, and you're going to wind up with knee knockers that way. Do you really want to be eighty and have a fuzzy patch (that being your crotch) between your boobs?
2. Since I've been with Haytham, I've been listening to far too much hip-hop than could reasonably be considered healthy. (Never fear, folks. I'm not planning on leaving my beloved state of non-scene-ness to become a gangsta.) And I've also found that many times I prefer the radio version of a song to the real thing. For example, Akon's "I Wanna Love You" on the radio is in actuality "I Wanna Fuck You" on the album. The first one sounds much more romantic and pleasant. The second, well, it's just sleazy.
3. It's rather obvious that your burgundy Crown Vic is an unmarked police vehicle when you're driving down a concrete median where no one is supposed to be. It's also obviously an unmarked when someone under the age of 70 is driving it, and when the town has had the same car for five years. Everyone knows it's you, copper, so give up already.
4. Trying to direct traffic using a red flag stapled to a long stick in foggy weather without reflective clothing on is a really, really, REALLY dumb idea.
Oy. So tired. It's been a long, but happy weekend.
For those of you not quite in the know (good lord, I'm so tired I can barely see to type!), I have indeed fallen in love. His name is Haytham, and he's absolutely amazing. Anyway...
Just spent the second weekend in a row with him, and I'm beat. He works weird hours, so I had to get used to a very odd sleep schedule over the past two nights. I have trouble sleeping in a strange place (and with rude neighbors practically two inches away thanks to poor building design) anyway, so I didn't fall asleep until 3 am both nights, and then wake up at 6 to let him back into the apartment. (He left the key with me in case I got bored while he was a work and wanted to go out.) But other than that, the whole thing was fantastic. :) Most of the details you don't need to know about, but some I can share. Like how he tried to let me talk to his mother but since she barely speaks any English and I speak NO Arabic whatsoever it was just confusing and really funny. Or how I made dinner for him last night and he went absolutely nuts about it (and now can't figure out why I told him I can't cook.) Great weekend, yep yep.
Now, the weird thing is, since he's Palestinian, I've become a lot more interested in politics and such involving the Middle East. Especially (no surprise) the goings on in Jerusalem (I mean, come on, that's where he grew up and his family is still there). Okay, maybe it's not that weird, but still...
Wow, that last bit was COMPLETELY random.
Damn. 43 pounds of hallie gone. I'm starting to wonder what happened to be quite honest, but it's a happy change. But it's weird to me still. I look in the mirror, and I still see the 250 pound behemoth I was just a few short months ago. But, then again, I revel in the fact I can shop on both sides of the store now. In fact, I have a hard time making myself even look at the plus sized clothes anymore. This is the closest I've ever been to being "thin", and I guess it'll just take some getting used to.
[x] I enjoy Lord Of The Rings and Dungeons & Dragons
[x] I like extremely long songs
[x] Swords rule
[x] I quite often find myself saying "That's epic"
[x] I own a patched denim jacket/vest
[ ] I'm always wasted
[ ] I think white Reebok high tops are the best shoes ever
[X] I like Explorer guitars (dass for Skwissgaar)
[x] Blood and gore rules
[x ] Gutteral Cookie Monster vocals are awesome
[ ] The majority of my favorite bands are from Florida
[x] You arent grossed out by song titles like "I Cum Blood"
-I listen to the following bands:
[x] Cannibal Corpse
[x] Obituary
[x] Children of Bodom
[x] Arch Enemy
[ ] Possessed
[ ] Death
[ ] Carcass
[x] Morbid Angel
[x] Deicide
[ ] Necrophagist
[x] Sepultura
[x] Napalm Death
[ ] Krisiun
[x] Nile
[ ] Dying Fetus
[x] Entombed
GLAM/HAIR METAL
-The following applies to me:
[ ] I own spandex
[x] I think leopard print rules
[ ] I go through more hairspray than any human being should
[ ] I wear more make-up than any human being should
[x] I wear my leather jacket everywhere
[x] biker gloves are badass
[x] I get pissed off when someone confuses "glam metal" with sleaze metal.
[x] bandanas are my number 1 choice of headgear
-I listen to the following bands:
[x] Guns N' Roses
[x] Faster Pussycat
[x] LA Guns
[ ] Vains of Jenna
[x] Aerosmith
[x] Snakepit
[x] Lynch Mob
[ ] Vinnie Vincent Invasion
[ ] London
[x] Skid Row
CLASSIC METAL
-The following applies to me:
[x] I don't think there's anything gay about leather pants
[x] 2 guitars are better than 1
[ ] You hate the majority of modern music
[x] Rob Halford is God.
-I listen to the following bands:
[x] Judas Priest
[x] Iron Maiden
[x] Motorhead
[x] Black Sabbath
[x] Ozzy Osbourne
[x] Dio
[x] The Scorpions
[ ] Accept
[ ] Savatage
[x] Girlschool
[ ] Armored Saint
[ ] Diamond Head
[ ] Saxon
[ ] Grim Reaper
NU METAL
-The following applies to me:
[x] I wear baggy Hot Topic pants
[ ] I hate guitar solos
[ ] Metal songs with DJ scratches are awesome
[ ] I hang out at the mall all the time
-I listen to the following bands:
[x] KoRn
[x] Slipknot
[ ] Papa Roach
[ ] Limp Bizkit
[x] Disturbed
[x] Linkin Park
[x] Powerman 5000
[x] Static-X
[x] Drowning Pool
[x] Mudvayne
[x] System Of A Down
[ ] P.O.D
[x] Saliva
[ ] Ill Nino
METALCORE
-The following applies to me:
[ ] I wear tight pants
[ ] I have hair in my face
[ ] Breakdowns are awesome
[ ] I do "karate kicks" in the mosh pit
-I listen to the following bands:
[ ] As I Lay Dying
[ ] Atreyu
[x] God Forbid
[x] Killswitch Engage
[ ] Unearth
[ ] Throwdown
[x] All That Remains
[ ] Between the Buried and Me
[ ] Norma Jean
[ ] Zao
[ ] Converge
[ ] Botch
[ ] Bullet for my Valentine
[ ] Still Remains
[ ] Bleeding Through
Yesterday was truly the epitome of the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Well, at least as far as my car was concerned. First, the battery connection came loose...AGAIN. Luckily, Mom's boyfriend is a mechanic, and he came to the library to help me after I called Mom in a hysterical panic. Got that fixed, and then on the way home, I noticed a deer on the side of the road. I slowed down, but since the one on the roadside had my attention, I didn't see the one directly in front of my hood. I swerved to miss it, forgetting that you can't really do that in something as top-heavy as a Grand Cherokee, and nearly rolled Tank over. Needless to say, I was shaking for over an hour after that.
Aside from that, I'm very frustrated with my painting as of late. I've been working on figures, but I'm annoyed at my lack of skill. I can paint the torsos almost perfectly, and I can nearly always nail the limbs. But the heads and faces continue to thwart me. I shan't give up, though. I may never be Rembrandt, but surely I can do better, yes?
1 1/3 cups self rising flour
1 cup white sugar
2 tbs. light brown sugar (not necessary to pack)
1/4 cup dark cocoa powder
1/2 cup magarine or butter, melted
3 tbs. vanilla extract
1 large egg
1/2 cup flaked coconut (optional)
Preheat oven to 325ΒΊ. Blend dry stuff together well, then add in margarine, vanilla, and egg. Stir well, then mix in coconut if using it. Drop by teaspoons onto an ungreased cookie sheet, and bake for ten minutes (you want the tops to come out a bit gooey). Cool and enjoy!