Real quick...

I just want every one to know that despite my vagina, I am a man & I think with my dick.
No, I'm not going to elaborate.

I got a new PHONE today! I'm soooooo excited! For those of you who don't know, the phone I've been using for the last year is a peice of zombie-clown CRAP. It does not have a functioning screen, & is just plain LAME. I'm not really suposed to be texting yet (I guess my 'rents need to update our plan to acomodate more textiness) but I sort of couldn't help myself.
Keehee. ^_^

Today was a pretty good day, I'm happy. I like it when things go my way once in a while!

Anyway, 'tis one in the a.m. & I have a rather important appointment tomorrow, so I should be off to bed.
Love & fishes,
Ariel

I don't want to rise before the sun

Dear Madeleine, If you ever dane to read my last post, I am very sorry for what I said. I made a hastey judgement & was overly emotional. What else is new right?

Now back to our feature presantation.

Woooh! So it's like 6:24 am. I have to be at work in less than 40 minutes. AND ITS STILL FREAKING DARK OUTSIDE! What the hell? Ugh, I HATE waking up when there's no SUNLIGHT!

That is soo not important right now, but I'm so out of my mind I have no idea what is important.
I should maybe right about Chris, or Mad, or my mom, or abortion protesters with extreamly graffic signs, or about the movie I saw yesterday, oorrrr.....the fact that I need to start working out again because I've become quite gellatinous. But at six in the morning I'd rather write rambeling non-sence.

I'll try this again later when I'm not so smashed.

The fiery furnaces

I couldn't sleep last night, & the few Z's I did catch were riddled with dreams that eerily fun-house-mirrored my real life.

At one point I dreamt that I was trying to tell Mad about sort of liking Evan (which never happend in real life) & having to choose between Chris & him. Even though there's no competition, in real life or my dreams. (Evans' a cool dude, but he makes me think of a mellowed out Ashton Kutcher who smokes to much pot.) But Mad was being a bitch & only wanted to yammer about herself. I think we were going to go swimming or some thing & I was looking for my bathing suit, when Madeleine started making up this song all about her. I got pissed off 'cause she's so self centered so I shoved her & ran out of the house. Then I proceeded to swim laps in the Rock river. (Which, in waking hind-sight, would not be such a good idea.)

It was bemusing. I much prefer the kind of dreams that shed light on a situation, or perhaps hand me a new way of looking at things. Not silly ones that share all the same feelings of my waking life with no resolution.

Now that I've recounted a bit of my bed time habits, I wonder if I should talk about Chris or Mad first? Hmm, I think I shall go with option number one.

So there's this guy, who's name I have mentioned frequently in this post. Mad 'n I met him at a show his band was playing about a year ago. (Or was it two?) He's also been working at Randee's for almost a year. He stopped in to B&N with one of his friendsters & we made with the chit-chat for a bit. I should have been working rather than yammering but it was a sslloooww night. Chris, predictably, asked for my number. Needless to say, I was thrilled. ^_^
There was some minor angst about that later because I couldn't remember his name (I'm bad with names! I can't help it), but it all worked out fine & dandy.

Novel cut short. I called Chris up & I hung out with him & some of his friendsters a couple days ago, & last night we watched a movie at his house & got our mac on. Bow chicka waw-wow.

I am so vulgar. Tee-hee!

Okay, on to complaining about Mad'Dog!
So the basic gist of things is, my bestest-friendster hasn't been much of a friend lately. She's really distant, & I feel like she's figuratively looking down her nose at me when ever I start recounting some of the happenings of my life. It's like the last couple of months she's just been more & more & like a snobby bitch. Not to mention self-centered. She's always acted like the whole goddamn universe revolved around her, but she's failing to see the expansion. Or maybe she does see all the planets slowly drifting away so she's trying to compensate by making even more shit all about her. UGH. Needless to say I'm feeling very frustrated. Hence the gratuitously colorful language. So I've stopped calling her. To be honest, I don't want to deal with any drama, so she can sort her own shit out. And if she still wants to be friends when it's all said & done, I'll be here.

Blah buh-blah buh-blah.

I need to pick an oral surgeon. I need all four of my wisdom teeth removed. I'm really not looking forward to having my gums cut open & my teeth yanked out, but I will be happy when my teeth are through with all the wise-pain.

Ooooh! Speaking of my teeth I'm getting a new retainer! As weird as it might be, I'm actually really syked about it.

Okay. That's enough crap from me today.
Love & pick-ups,
Ariel

this title is to awesome for your eyes

My life is so...full, right now. There's only a smige of drama & I'm happier for it.

So many thing's have been happening, I'm not sure what to write about or where to start!

Ho-kay. So, John drama? Basically we have been talking over myspace, & I've sort of asked him if he'd like to be friends again, but, I'm not really sure if that's what I want. I'm really afraid that if we start hanging out again he's going to want to be together, & I just can't do that.
My mind is completely boggeld on that front.

It seems like a sort of feud has erupted at work. It's Amber, & Hope (I think Deanna too, but I'm not sure) all against Hillary. To be honest I think the whole thing is completely insane. The thing is, I do like where I work, but when I'm not there, I don't really think about the store. I just can't understand why every one is so, worried about the cafe! I don't know, maybe it would be more important to me if I was older, or if being a barista was what I wanted to do with my life, but I just can't imagine being so upset about a few changes here & there. Yes, it can be irritating, yes there are times when I just feel fed up, but I deal with it, & I move on. Ugh, people are so weird.

Speaking of work, the other night when I was closing, a familier face stopped in. I met him after a show that his band had played last year. (Or was it two years ago?) And he works at the guitar shop that I go to. We stopped to chat for a bit, (who are you taking lessons from? Mike, Does he still...? Haha, yeah. And you? Hows the band? Oh yeah! Blah blah blah...) & he asked for my number. Now here's the rub (there's always a problem), I don't know his name. In fact, all I can remember about him is that he plays bass, & he has tattoos on his toes. Tattoos, on his toes. That's all I know.

I should be going, I have to hop in the shower before I trot off to work.
Love always,
Ariel

chom chom

It seems I haven't updated in...quite a while....

Theres been some relationship drama. I was in denile about the whole thing with Nick, he hurt me, I felt pathetic, I told everyone, including myself, that I was totally over him & was happier with out him. Lies, all lies.

Then Nick's best friend John(who had become one of my best friends too) professed his love to me. There was this whole drawn out thing with John because I wasn't sure if I wanted to date him & yadda yadda yadda. The night before I said yes to John this guy named Tim asked me out on a date.

I ended up really liking Tim & going on a few dates with him despite the fact that I was seeing John. I felt like I was living two differant lives. One where I was depressed & moody & always glad to see my guy John, & one where I was witty, smart, & always smiling when I saw my guy Tim.

Two nights before I left for Arkansas I ended up cheating on John & loosing my virginity at the same time. I felt like shit for what I did to John, but I don't regret it. That night was amazing.

The next day John & I broke up. I didn't give him any reason, I didn't want him to know what I did. What kind of person I had become.

I spent a week in Arkansas & tried to pretend that I didn't have any relationship drama the whole time I was there. Which wasn't easy since every one kept asking me about my love life.

After I got back Tim and I saw each other a couple more times.
Once we had sushi & went bowling. It was perfect. We both sucked at bowling, & we looked & acted for all the world like a perfect couple.
The last time we saw each other(before he moved to China) was....one of the most amazing nights ever.

I still miss him a lot.

I drew red, gold & grey flowers the next day, & I wrote a short poem about our bohemian romance. They are hanging on my bedroom wall now, every time I see them I remember my last night with Tim. ^_^

But now all that's over. I don't talk to Nick or John, & Tim is teaching in China.

oh dear...

I hate it when things get complex, & yet I some how enjoy it....
It's like I enjoy being in pain.
But hey, at least drama isn't boring, right?
Right?
I'm screwed...

BEST FOURTH EVER

I have to say, this was the most memorable fourth of July ever.

Early in the day Mad 'n I decided to ride our bikes to Lauren's house because our dearest darling Lauren was stuck at home all alone. We were only half way there (yet still four miles away) when Madeleine ran over a big pointy piece of glass & killed her tire. Note, I said killed not popped, that tire is dead. So la-dee-daa, we ended up sitting at a gas station until my dad could come pick us up. We did stop at Laurens, (to give her lots of candy) but only briefly.

Ho-hum pigs-bum, cutting short what could be a book...

At home when played with the monsters for a bit, ball tag & squirt gun fights. I snapped a few lovely candid photos.

Mad didn't come with us to see the fireworks, & I must say she missed out. Until the real show started we hung out, played Frisbee, devil sticks, Zunis, dancing, we grilled food too. It was almost like our own mini festival in a parking lot.

Haha.

But that's not the really memorable part.
We're driving home, traffic was abysmal, & we end up stopping on the train tracks. God wouldn't this be a great time for a train to come? I asked jokingly. Five minutes later, we're just past another set of tracks, & my dad pulls the truck over. (Since there were seven people there we had to take two cars, mom, Aaron, Damien & I were in the car. Katlin, Tammy, & my dad were in the truck.) The grill had fallen over, there were hot coals every where, so every one jumps out to help, not wanting the contents of the bed to catch fire. Just then we hear it, a train coming straight for us.

My mom had to jump in the car & move it farther from the tracks, all I could do was laugh.

Hot coals taken care of, & all small fires put out, we pulled back onto the road.
I'd say we were about a mile from our last...pit stop when all of the sudden (& thank god no one was to close the the truck at the time) the grill comes flying out of the bed, various pieces scattering on the concrete. Both parents pulled over immediately, & I saw my dad's door open, but I was faster. I flew out of the car & grabbed it before the traffic light had a chance to change. After the grill was loaded safely into the truck once more we waited for them to leave before getting back on the road, mostly because we were laughing to hard to breath.

Looking back on it I suppose those little tidbits wouldn't be quite as funny if you weren't there the whole night, but I'm guessing it'll merit a mild chuckle.

Happy fourth of July!
Love & gun powder,
Ariel