Stalker Update

After getting totally grilled by the shop on who I was (apparently he has real stalker who follows him and once said "if I can't have you I'll kill myself" to which he replied "do you need something to help you do it?") I got through to this crazy kid. He was, to say the least, very excited to hear from me. He kept telling all hi coworkers to shut up because I'm someone he hasn't talked to in yonks. The were all very understanding and kept turning up loud music and making lewd comments into the telephone. Fabulous. I suggest everybody tries to suprise an old friend. The expressions they let loose are more than enough to entertain.

My Stalker Tendencies

The other day I was talking to a good friend of mine when we got onthe topic of or past relationships; who sucked giant donkey dongs, and who was actuallt good to us until the point of us cutting the relationship off. Two of the three of mine were accounted for. One's married to somebody everybody hates and all his friends say they liked me 50x better. RS and I still talk about once a week. This other one, JP, is still out in the wind. He was all ready to move to Hawaii last Jan. for me, but I told him not to because it would be a bad, bad, bad idea. He stoped talking to me and he has moved and gotten a new email address. I wanted to track him down and touch base with him because I have a problem sayng hasta la vista permanente to good people. This is how I tracked him down in slightly stalker terms.
1. Develop a plan. Sounds stupid, but mine was track him down through his profesion. He's a tattoo artist and they actually are relatively easy to find if you know how to look. I was going to google him, but if that didn't work I would call his old shop and find out where he was.
2. Google. The most underestimated way to start a stalk.
3. Find an article with his name and shop and profession.
4. This particular article was from somewhere I didn'texpect him to end up so I REALLY wanted to make sure it was him. Unfortunately the only picture they had of the staff of the shop was their forearms.
5. Think back to the tattoos on his left frearm (he has a pach on his right one with a guitar wrapped around it. The right would have been easy). I vaguely remembered the tattoo but I wanted to make sure it wasn't just wishful thinking on my part.
6. Find a picture of him. This was difficult because my picture box is in KY. Found one, but his arm ended right below his elbow. I ended up matching just a couple lines (with help of the good friend with whom I had the canversation that started this bit of nostalgia) and realized, yeah its him.
7. Tried finding a listing for the shop, but could only find a listing for it's sister shop.
8. Emailed newspaper that ran story for info. Got it.
9. This step is the hardest, haven't done it yet. I've been staring at the phone being to chicken shit to call. I guess after and entire day of looking, I should probably do something.


If becoming a doctor doesn't work, I guess I could always go into being a PI or a professioal stalker.

My Roommate's Boyfriend Is an Ass

He's an ass because...
-He just lays on th couch all day and dominates MY tv remote
-He gets mad at K for playing with her guy friends (mine too, he calls them losers), but it's ok to play with his girl friends.
-Called out place a pig sty because it's cluttered, yet he doesn't take out the trash he generates.
-Left me in another town, at night, without a ride because me haircut took too long when K ASKED him if he wanted to come (she was perfectly capable of driving me)
-This morning I made coffee and he critisized me beause I was putting some of the extra back in the bag (I put too much in)
-Argued with me that Korn was on one cd we were listening to (they had nothign to do with the cd) and then got mad at me when I showed him the cd cover and proved to him they weren't (he likes Good Charlotte and argues with me about a metal cd, idiot). He actually stormed out of the room and stopped talking to me.
-Won't move K's bed down to our apt because he wants her to get a U-Haul which she doesn't have money for when they are perfectly capable of doing it themselves if he helps. She and I moved all of her stuff down already.
-Admits he has a drinking problem, but won't do anything about it.
-He stomped on the air matress I was sleeping on once and laughed.
-Thinks I am unhappy single and tries to hook me up with all his friends which makes me feel uncomfortable.
-Thinks he is SO superior, but is so stupid he didn't know what stem cells were (or the word differentiated when K and I tried to explain stem cells)

He's just a self-centered prick who I just can't stand to be around. I like a whole host of her ex's (actually we both are still friends with all but maybe one of them) but I don't like him. If he doesn't agree with something he calls you an idiot or stupid, and when you talk back and stand up to him, he gets angry. ASSHOLEY-OLI-O!!

My Restaurant...

Likes to ass rape me. I've been working the Japanese side of the restaurant making shit money when I ALWAYS work on the Italian side. They've been giving the private parties on the Italian side to the male food runner who doesn't even know the table numbers in there, doesn't ever work there, and has been working for the company half as long as I have. So while I'm making $20 buncks a night and getting bitched at ALL the time for stupid shit (like being yelled at for not being prepared with steak knives after the party stole all but 10 in the restaurant for their private party I should have been working), he's making upwards of $100 while I am polishing all the silver and carrying up all the dishes. Favoritism much?

I just can't wait until the project is finished. I'm getting them all the way down. 

Excitement?

Today is K's and my hous warming party. I want to show off my cute new (short black w/ bangs) haircut, but I hope everyone gets here early because I have to work. Just so everybody knows, I'll be home June 2 or 3...Just in time for Blue Plum. I am excited. Hope to see you there...

For your viewing pleasure, a picture of my latest body mod (if you look closely you can see where the artist blocked out another artists nape piercing. The piercings are vertical bars which are very straight, but look at a slight angle because I was leaning.



~Is the Picture showing up?

Republican Babe of the Week?

I'm sorry, did anybody else know this existed? FoxNews Anchor Babes won the Republican Babe of the week some time in the past. The Jersey GOP has a Republican Babe of the Week. I'm not sure what kind f message they are trying to send here, but I don't like it. If I vote republican, will I look like these gorgeous women? I want to see the Republican Hot Men for the week.

I mean, if these ladies don't make you want to vote Rpublican, I don't know what will. Maybe if they were naked and nude with no clothes on.

News Hounds

They watch FOX so we don't have to.

MySpace Invasion

It has gotten out of control. I actually had to set up some stupid MySpace account to get in touch with somebody I knew had it. I have this lame ass profile with NO picture NO blog NO anything. I just wanted to send somebody at home a message without worrying about the stupid time difference. I am sick of hearing "Are you on MySpace?" No, I'm not fucking on MySpace. I have better things to do with my time than search online all day for people who live in my area. Sometimes I think I should make that stupid thing look cool so I don't feel left out when people ask me if I am on it or not. I mean realy, what's the point?

Backstreet's Back, ALRIGHT!

Much to my dismay and nausea, the Backstreet Boys are coming out with a new album together and not as solos. It is supposed to be not as boy bandy, but I heard a clip and it is exactly what boy bands are today- reflective emo-whiney horseshit. I preferred the old boy bands personally because I could at least tap my foot and dance a little to them. Who knows, you may like it. I swear they are like herpes. You think you got rid of them, but then they come back, annoying as ever (the title of their new album is 'Never Gone').

Buckle-Up Beer

While searching for non-alcoholic punch recipes for a school function banquet, I came across an insurance page with recipes for non-alcoholic punches with names such as "No Crash Splach" and "Roadwise Suprise". Sounds like a happening party.

Is It Wrong

Is it wrong to feel very angry when you are laying in bed with a strong urge to vomit and two working girls, one of whom doesn't live there, are taking a dump in your bathroom?

Sad day, my piercer got fired for giving away a free piercing. Happy day, he's from Bowling Green KY and is opening up a shop there abouts. I hope to have pics of my on-going back project up soon.

CPU Music

Since the printer prints 27 pages of wingdings when I print a 9 page scientific journal article, I have resorted to saving all articles I find to a floppy for later viewing pleasure on my own computer. This is quite a lot of saving as I have found many articles on factors leading to the development of type-2 diabetes in obese mice. The floppy drive makes a lovely beat when I am saving. I believe I could write a song around it. Chh.dun.dun.dun.whir.dun.dun.dun.chh.dun.dun.dun...

Just like on Office Space

I'd like to take a brief break from my studying and paper writing to write a poem to the stupid printer on the third floor of the AgScience building.

O, how productive I have been.
I have many papers I have written.
I many more yet still to write,
and the research is out of sight.
And yet you hinder me at every turn.
I'd like to see you explode and burn.
You eat my paper and cover me with ink.
I always feel a big urge to drink.
I try to de-jam you all day long,
but you won't un-jam out if one isn't strong.
I hate the way your stupid lights flash,
and how on my papers there is always an extraneous dash.
One day I will graduate, what do you think about that?
And when I do I will beat you with a ball bat.
I will throw you out a window you fucking ink filled bastard,
and go out afterwards and get absolutely plastered.

Paper Break

I must take a hiatus from my blog. I have too much to do these last few weeks including 2 term papers, about 10 mini papers, a lrge presentation on a topic my teacher still needs to approve, and moving my stuff to another place. I just do no have the time at hte moment and will return when I get some of this knocked out.

Spring Break Highlights

Here it is, the extremely condensed version of my spring break. It was pretty eventful so I will just outline what happened and if you want to know more, just tell me.

Thurs. 3/17
Tab arrives. Eat at Denny's.
Fri. 3/18
Get fruit, eat at Hard Rock, watch a live band.
Sat. 3/19
Go to eat at my restaurant and then to Hookah Bar.
Sun. 3/20
Go to beach, rent mopeds, get hit by a stolen car in a car chase, go to club, meet some cuties, eat at Denny's
Mon. 3/21
Return mopeds, take a nap, eat at TGI Friday's
Tues. 3/22
Go to zoo and aquarium, go to a Luau
Wed. 3/23
Go Shooping, go to a BBQ, have a drink at E&S's house
Thurs. 3/24
Tab gets tattoo, I get ready for work, Tab leaves, find out one of my servers got in a REALLY bad car accident
Fri. 3/25
Did laundry all day, worked, ran into Nicole and hung out with her at her place of business, hung out with the guys I met on Sunday
Sat. 3/26
Got four piercings down my spine, went to work, saw some live bands
Sun. 3/27 (HAPPY EASTER!)
Spent $40 at Godiva store, picked up pictures, slept, rented Anchorman, held the hand of the guy who pierced me while he got tattooed, hung out with them after


That about sums it up.

SPRING BREAK!!

See you when it's over...

School's Out

SPRING BREAK!! See you when it's over...

School's Out

SPRING BREAK!! See you when it's over...

School's Out

SPRING BREAK!! See you when it's over....