what a bizare evening i had recently. it is a good thing though. it seems like all of the bizare nights i have had in the past two months have been bad, well sunday it was a good bizare. i thought that i left all of those crazy stupid so easy to laugh at people back in the days of high school. oh was i wrong. it all began at starbucks with laura. sarah, laura, and i were going to hang out. we wanted food, and since it was sunday evening and i didnt want to spend any money, we went to my grandmas house. oh and let me tell you, that was a rip roaring good time! seriously, no, it sucked, but the food was free, so i cant complain.
just as we were getting ready to leave my drunken grandma (dont be shocked... she is drunk most of the time lately) the phone rang. so we hopped in the car, ran by my parents house real fast to say hi to my mom and pick up some banana bread, then we slowed down as we passed starbucks, threw laura out of the jeep and zipped down to uniontown at a steady 80mph. side note, my usual jeep (maroon, 1998, standard, half doors) preforms the high speed expressway traveling far better then my current jeep (red, 2003, automatic, full doors). i guess that i should have thought about that before i blew the clutch... yes... i blew the clutch, but i stand by my original statement that it had nothing to do with my driving techniques. it simply wore out.
the craziness that was the night was probably because we were hanging out with mike ferist... he is a real crazy one. so it was me, sarah, mike, tina (his wife), greg (sarahs brother), and lisa (gregs wife). we played guesstures and taboo. the teams were sarah, liza, and mike vs. colleen, tina, and greg. i have not laughed so long in i dont remember when. seriously, there was so much snorting going on. you should have seen me. half way through, between the guesstures and taboo change up, we put a little wager on the game. it was decided that the loosing team had to drive to shelas (sarah and gregs older and incredibly serious sister) house and stand at her front door singing and dancing to the YMCA. the hitch... mike had to stand in front (shela hates mike) with his shirt off (it was freezing outside). also, regardless of what team lost, greg had to run around her yard in his underware, with a bag on his head screaming, "im a looser baby, so why dont you kill me." (he and lisa bet that on the browns/bengals game... greg lost). well, my team won. so it was up to Sarah's Suckers to fulfill the bet.
i dont know that i have laughed at any single thing so hard in my entire life. it was amazing. as if mike, sarah, and lisa singing and dancing before shela at the front door wasnt enough, greg was in his underwear! so i stood there laughing at the specticle before me and then just as the laughter would subside, i would hear greg screaming in the distance, "im a looser baby, so why dont you kill me!" it was classic. oh the joy i feel inside just thinking about it. when we felt that shela was enraged enough to call the police, we ran away like little children. and then it happened... as we turned to run, lisa waved and said, "thank you." as we all laughed histerically (still running mind you), she peed. yes, lisa peed her pants.
i dont know that i fully expressed the humor of the whole evening to you, but i really felt like it needed to be shared. having times like these are so good. really, i wonder why it doesnt happen more often. circumstances like these would have been normal with those crazy friends from athens, or in high school all the time, but greg, lisa, mike, and tina are all in their mid to late 30s. both couples have 3 kids and sarah and i are significantly younger than them. it is really cool to me that old people still have fun like this. i hope that when i am 35 i still laugh hard enough to pee my pants or that i still hang out with people that make me snort when i laugh.
friends, i leave you with this. if you havent peed your pants or snorted recently, kick up your heels, get a little crazy, play some guesstures or taboo. times such as these will be unforgetable.
Nov 30, 2004
Nov 29, 2004
sometimes it consumes me.
a little mouse complained to me the other day about the trifecta blogs. it would seem that the general consensus is that it leaves the rest of the blog readers out of the loop. apparently, it isnt the nicest feeling. so, mae and lyndsey, i suppose that it is time that we stop communicating and constantly using inside jokes and other such nonsense in our blogs. i love you both, but really, we should try to think of the other readers.
i bought the new posthumously released elliot smith album last night. it is amazing, but at the same time, so incredibly depressing. i am not sure if i am feeling sad about the whole thing simply because the album really is emotionally numbing, or if it is because i just finished reading the SPIN exclusive on his life, death, and music. what a sad sad life that man lived. i actually sat there reading, feeling a tremendous sorrow for the despair that completely consumed him. so unlike me, i kept thinking, "oh if only he had found jesus." yes, like i said, so unlike me to think something like that.
back to the real issue, this mans talent overwhelms me. seriously, i would rank him right up there with the musical writing abilities of john lennon or bob dylan. in regard to this album, i have to say, it isnt my favorite. dont get me wrong, it is completely amazing and far surpasses the work of most other artists, there is just something about it that seems so not elliot smith. i want to think that it is because some of the tracks were unfinished and the cd was not layed out in the way that he would have wanted at all. it saddens me that his family released this. the people that had some of the most damaging effect on his life, ultimately made all of the decisions. it somehow just seems so wrong to me. regardless of all that, the cd is amazing. for those of you out there, my less musically inclined friends, if you have not looked into the world that is elliot smith, you need to. there is so much that you are missing out on.
i am not sure what exactly to do to correct this whole issue, but it has become far to regularly that i have been missing work. i dont know what the deal is. i had perfect attendence all summer, only missed one day (i was in a wedding.) then the end of august rolled around, my dad told me i wasnt going back to ou and everything fell apart. i barely made it through september, i took the month of october off, and i think that i have missed more work in november than i have gone. this is not good. it just seems that every time something more exciting comes along and rather than sleeping, suddenly it is 1:30 in the morning and i am not home in bed. bad news bears. if i were my dad, i think that i would fire me. granted, this is technically allowed, because i am part time and all. i am completely allowed to set my own schedule, but this is becoming semi ridiculous. hence i am sitting here writing my blog. oh well, such is life. someday, maybe i will learn.
i bought the new posthumously released elliot smith album last night. it is amazing, but at the same time, so incredibly depressing. i am not sure if i am feeling sad about the whole thing simply because the album really is emotionally numbing, or if it is because i just finished reading the SPIN exclusive on his life, death, and music. what a sad sad life that man lived. i actually sat there reading, feeling a tremendous sorrow for the despair that completely consumed him. so unlike me, i kept thinking, "oh if only he had found jesus." yes, like i said, so unlike me to think something like that.
back to the real issue, this mans talent overwhelms me. seriously, i would rank him right up there with the musical writing abilities of john lennon or bob dylan. in regard to this album, i have to say, it isnt my favorite. dont get me wrong, it is completely amazing and far surpasses the work of most other artists, there is just something about it that seems so not elliot smith. i want to think that it is because some of the tracks were unfinished and the cd was not layed out in the way that he would have wanted at all. it saddens me that his family released this. the people that had some of the most damaging effect on his life, ultimately made all of the decisions. it somehow just seems so wrong to me. regardless of all that, the cd is amazing. for those of you out there, my less musically inclined friends, if you have not looked into the world that is elliot smith, you need to. there is so much that you are missing out on.
i am not sure what exactly to do to correct this whole issue, but it has become far to regularly that i have been missing work. i dont know what the deal is. i had perfect attendence all summer, only missed one day (i was in a wedding.) then the end of august rolled around, my dad told me i wasnt going back to ou and everything fell apart. i barely made it through september, i took the month of october off, and i think that i have missed more work in november than i have gone. this is not good. it just seems that every time something more exciting comes along and rather than sleeping, suddenly it is 1:30 in the morning and i am not home in bed. bad news bears. if i were my dad, i think that i would fire me. granted, this is technically allowed, because i am part time and all. i am completely allowed to set my own schedule, but this is becoming semi ridiculous. hence i am sitting here writing my blog. oh well, such is life. someday, maybe i will learn.
Nov 25, 2004
oh sweet melodies
i went to the most amazing show last night. we are talking the level of ranking right up there with guster and over the rhine. joseph arthur was the featured artist. some of you may be familiar with him from the song that he has on the oc mix 1, although, i may be the only one that is pathetic enough to buy such a cd. or you might just know who he is because he is incredible or maybe because he is from akron ohio. seriously, how much better can you get? it was at the lime spider, which i must say, my respect for this little hole in the wall is growing with every visit. every artist i have ever heard at this venue (only the featured ones though... i have heard some pretty crappy openers) has quickly become one of my favorites. well, i was not let down. the man was amazing. the things that he did vocally, musically, and technically were profound. sitting here now, i am still reeling. another positive for the experience was that i was there with people who truly appreciate good music. i loved that i could be my dorky music loving self and they were all there right along with me.
as if all of the above was not enough to make a totally outstanding evening, there is more. i bumped into several people... people that i actually wanted to see. friends from high school. friends who moved away. other friends from high school. it was just so good. oh and it was recorded... so i am one of the privledged owners of "joseph arthur live." eat your heart out.
as if all of the above was not enough to make a totally outstanding evening, there is more. i bumped into several people... people that i actually wanted to see. friends from high school. friends who moved away. other friends from high school. it was just so good. oh and it was recorded... so i am one of the privledged owners of "joseph arthur live." eat your heart out.
Nov 23, 2004
a good day at alcon?
i listened to pete yorn all day at work today. it was amazing. most days, it is difficult to listen to each cd more than once (i usually try to stretch it to 2 or 3 times). for reasons i am ussure of, today was the sort of day that the sweet melodies of pete yorn could be soaked up all day. it started with a bit of "day i forgot," then it smoothly transitioned into "musicfromthemorningafter." it was so beautiful... i cant even explain it to you. another nice thing that came along with the package... every time that i listen to the music of mr. yorn, i am filled with fond thoughts of lyndsey. so not only did i enjoy good music all day, but i was reminded of one of the greatest people in the world right along with it.
as if that wasnt enough for a good day, sarah came to work at noon and we went to lunch. can i just say, in the 6 years that i have worked at alcon tool (a job which i have sorely hated for the complete duration of that time), i have almost never felt like any of my friends cared a lick about knowing where i work or what i do there, let alone try to make the misery better by coming and taking me to lunch. sarah, however, is quite the opposite. on my birthday, we were cruising in the jeep, and she said, "hey, will you show me where you work?" i was shocked. to my further amazment, when i say random things about this job or that job that i am currently working on, she actually wants to hear about it. we are talking to the scale of, "i am not sure i really understand that, will you draw me a picture." today, she picked me up for lunch, we did the applebees thing and then when she took me back to work, she actually wanted to stay long enough to go inside. now this may seem insignificant, but if you have ever seen or smelled me when i come home from work, you would understand how amazing this is. walking inside the factory, however brief the stay may be, makes ones clothes reek, thus causing the individual to smell all day. as if smelling isnt enough, she wore the oversized, completely unattractive safety glasses. then she stood there seemingly interested in what i was talking about... even wanted a demonstration. all i have to say is, sarah, thank you for showing interest in such a seemlingly unimportant part of my life. you have no idea how good it makes me feel that you care where i spend 52.5 hours of my week.
as if that wasnt enough for a good day, sarah came to work at noon and we went to lunch. can i just say, in the 6 years that i have worked at alcon tool (a job which i have sorely hated for the complete duration of that time), i have almost never felt like any of my friends cared a lick about knowing where i work or what i do there, let alone try to make the misery better by coming and taking me to lunch. sarah, however, is quite the opposite. on my birthday, we were cruising in the jeep, and she said, "hey, will you show me where you work?" i was shocked. to my further amazment, when i say random things about this job or that job that i am currently working on, she actually wants to hear about it. we are talking to the scale of, "i am not sure i really understand that, will you draw me a picture." today, she picked me up for lunch, we did the applebees thing and then when she took me back to work, she actually wanted to stay long enough to go inside. now this may seem insignificant, but if you have ever seen or smelled me when i come home from work, you would understand how amazing this is. walking inside the factory, however brief the stay may be, makes ones clothes reek, thus causing the individual to smell all day. as if smelling isnt enough, she wore the oversized, completely unattractive safety glasses. then she stood there seemingly interested in what i was talking about... even wanted a demonstration. all i have to say is, sarah, thank you for showing interest in such a seemlingly unimportant part of my life. you have no idea how good it makes me feel that you care where i spend 52.5 hours of my week.
Nov 19, 2004
drawing a blank
do you ever forget how much you really love someone? i do... all the time. it is not as though i forget why i love someone or that i do at all, i just forget how much. on one of those days... like today... suddenly... it all comes rushing back. example: when lyndsey johnson (to me she will always be johnson... the whole teter transition isnt going to work for me) makes statements like, "I have the ability to breathe life into something that may be otherwise heard and forgotten...." this may seem insignificant to many, but it sums up so many of the reasons that i love lyndsey so much. really the statement isnt amazingly funny or entertaining, but i sat here and laughed and than was overwhelmed by the warm feelings that i have for this friend. (sorry, that may have been incredibly sappy.) and then mae says things like, "People that will always be in the top 10 on my speed dial: the Lynzer, Gracie, Colleen, and probably seven other people." it just makes me feel good. sometimes, knowing that i have friends like this makes me want to pee. i cant help it.
note to self... and all those of you out there who might be as stupid as i am: never ask your roommate a question like, "do you ever feel like you are living a double life?" yeah, i guess that was bad. for those of you who know me well, it is often hard to determine where thoughts like this come from. often times, i sit thinking about random things, reflecting over issues of myself. then i feel inspired (for reasons i dont know) to ask or talk about it with whomever is nearby. apparently, this is a bad idea. regardless of what i do to try to intro the question and establish that i am not suggesting something and that nothing more than what i am saying should be read into it, i am always taken the wrong way. why is it that the inner workings of my brain make so much sense to me, but they are so confusing and bizarre to everyone around me?
if i do my roommates laundry and i find money in the washer after the cycle has finished running, do i get to keep it? if it were a large sum of money, naturally, i would give it to her, but what if it is say, $4? that sounds like a reasonable tip for doing someone elses laundry... is that wrong?
when they tell you on a prescription that you shouldnt consume alcohol with this medication... they are serious. i am taking this stuff called bioxin for my sinus infection and it is one of those particular drugs. last night, i was sitting around my apartment chatting it up with my roomie, and i was feeling like a beer. i thought about the whole medication thing and decided that it would be fine... i didnt have anywhere to drive. so, i had a (meaning 1) beer and it totally threw me off because it felt as though i had just finished my 4th beer. it was weird... definately had the whole chatty cathy thing going on... out of control. also interesting... i thought the buzz would go away in like 30 minutes. oh no, it lasted like 2 hours. i am not sure if i should be worried, but i am drinking tonight. it was preplanned, not something that i can just change. if 1 beer did that to me, i am not sure how i am going to handle the 6 or so that i will probably consume this evening. hmmm.
that is all. sorry about the lengthiness, i just cant seem to keep them any shorter. is that a problem?
note to self... and all those of you out there who might be as stupid as i am: never ask your roommate a question like, "do you ever feel like you are living a double life?" yeah, i guess that was bad. for those of you who know me well, it is often hard to determine where thoughts like this come from. often times, i sit thinking about random things, reflecting over issues of myself. then i feel inspired (for reasons i dont know) to ask or talk about it with whomever is nearby. apparently, this is a bad idea. regardless of what i do to try to intro the question and establish that i am not suggesting something and that nothing more than what i am saying should be read into it, i am always taken the wrong way. why is it that the inner workings of my brain make so much sense to me, but they are so confusing and bizarre to everyone around me?
if i do my roommates laundry and i find money in the washer after the cycle has finished running, do i get to keep it? if it were a large sum of money, naturally, i would give it to her, but what if it is say, $4? that sounds like a reasonable tip for doing someone elses laundry... is that wrong?
when they tell you on a prescription that you shouldnt consume alcohol with this medication... they are serious. i am taking this stuff called bioxin for my sinus infection and it is one of those particular drugs. last night, i was sitting around my apartment chatting it up with my roomie, and i was feeling like a beer. i thought about the whole medication thing and decided that it would be fine... i didnt have anywhere to drive. so, i had a (meaning 1) beer and it totally threw me off because it felt as though i had just finished my 4th beer. it was weird... definately had the whole chatty cathy thing going on... out of control. also interesting... i thought the buzz would go away in like 30 minutes. oh no, it lasted like 2 hours. i am not sure if i should be worried, but i am drinking tonight. it was preplanned, not something that i can just change. if 1 beer did that to me, i am not sure how i am going to handle the 6 or so that i will probably consume this evening. hmmm.
that is all. sorry about the lengthiness, i just cant seem to keep them any shorter. is that a problem?
Nov 18, 2004
mae-mae
she is one of my favorites. as i sit here pondering what to write, the memories come rushing back, then i start laughing in the middle of the fairlawn library (and i wonder why so many people think that i am strange). mae and i have had some good times. she is one of those friends that you would spend your whole life looking for and be lucky if you ever found her. she is like a rock... you may wander all around in life, but just knowing that that rock will always be sitting where you left it, as stable and as unbreakable as ever... that is mae.
i am going to spend the rest of this post saying lots of nice things all about mae, so if you dont want to hear it, than i suggest that you stop reading now.
she always knows the best ways to challenge me. i feel like she looks at me and sees the good that i am not always able to find, than she lovingly points me towards that, even when she knows that i dont want to hear it or see it.
she is capable of being honest with me, about me, on a level that no other person has ever successfully been. i am not quite sure how, but she definately says stuff to me that no other person would get away with saying... at least not without a massive amount of screaming from my direction.
she loves me when i am uncapable of loving myself. on those days when i feel like things could not get worse, and i am feeling like i am unable to do anything right, mae is always there to encourage me.
mae has the ability to make me laugh possibly more than any one else i know. wether i am laughing with her or at her, there is never a dull moment.
i am never left wondering what mae is thinking or feeling. some people beat around the bush with their emotions... i never have to wonder if i am responding properly to her. if she wants to talk, i know it. if she wants me to listen, i know it. if she wants to be by herself, i know it.
when i need a friend, mae is always there. i am never left feeling judged or condemned. i know that i can probably say or do anything, but that will not change the way mae feels about me. she loves me and supports me through think and thin.
even when i am a shitty friend, mae is still there when i recover. when necesessary, she will call me out on it, even though the entire conversation may suck for both of it. really though, mae and i communicate on this whole different level. the other day, she called me and said... i need to talk to you about something and you need to not get mad at me. i took a breath, said okay, and she let it out. amazingly enough, we sat there and talked about it like two intelligent people. with most others, i would have been pissed, but i knew that mae was speaking out of love, so it was okay. i was challenged and it was hard... but i know that only a real friend would even stop and take the time to care.
i love listening to mae play and sing. seriously... i could sit for hours... it makes me feel so good inside. most of all, i love it when she plays her new songs for me... before anyone else gets to hear them... it makes me feel special. that girl has talent, amazing talent.
i can be myself... all the time. this may seem insignificant, but to have the ability to let all of my walls down... huge gift. even better, i feel like mae understands me. i have other friends who i can let me walls down around, but there is always a certain wondering of why i am the way that i am. mae never tells me that i should wear make-up when we go out, or that i should wear this shirt instead of the one that i have on. it is like she gets the inner workings of myself. i miss that.
mae appreciates my handiness. i used to be ashamed about this part of myself, then mae came along and compared me to macgyver... that is like the coolest thing to me.
when mae and i havent talked for a while, i know that i can call her up and there will be no strangeness. we dont have to do that whole catching up thing. it is almost as though we are still back in athens, sitting in our house, she is downstairs and i am upstairs. i love that.
she is always quick to forgive. mae accepts an appology better than almost anyone i know. the thing that i love though is that she doesnt just take it. she talks to you about it. when mae says that she forgives me, i know that it is true.
quality time with mae is like a walk outside on a sunny day. it just makes me feel so good about myself. there is nothing better than a good movie and a trip to the purple chop stix with mae-mae.
i think that i could go on like this for forever, so i am going to draw this to a close. the bottom line... mae, i love you. i miss you. you are one of the best friends that i will ever have and i wouldnt trade you in for anyone.
i am going to spend the rest of this post saying lots of nice things all about mae, so if you dont want to hear it, than i suggest that you stop reading now.
she always knows the best ways to challenge me. i feel like she looks at me and sees the good that i am not always able to find, than she lovingly points me towards that, even when she knows that i dont want to hear it or see it.
she is capable of being honest with me, about me, on a level that no other person has ever successfully been. i am not quite sure how, but she definately says stuff to me that no other person would get away with saying... at least not without a massive amount of screaming from my direction.
she loves me when i am uncapable of loving myself. on those days when i feel like things could not get worse, and i am feeling like i am unable to do anything right, mae is always there to encourage me.
mae has the ability to make me laugh possibly more than any one else i know. wether i am laughing with her or at her, there is never a dull moment.
i am never left wondering what mae is thinking or feeling. some people beat around the bush with their emotions... i never have to wonder if i am responding properly to her. if she wants to talk, i know it. if she wants me to listen, i know it. if she wants to be by herself, i know it.
when i need a friend, mae is always there. i am never left feeling judged or condemned. i know that i can probably say or do anything, but that will not change the way mae feels about me. she loves me and supports me through think and thin.
even when i am a shitty friend, mae is still there when i recover. when necesessary, she will call me out on it, even though the entire conversation may suck for both of it. really though, mae and i communicate on this whole different level. the other day, she called me and said... i need to talk to you about something and you need to not get mad at me. i took a breath, said okay, and she let it out. amazingly enough, we sat there and talked about it like two intelligent people. with most others, i would have been pissed, but i knew that mae was speaking out of love, so it was okay. i was challenged and it was hard... but i know that only a real friend would even stop and take the time to care.
i love listening to mae play and sing. seriously... i could sit for hours... it makes me feel so good inside. most of all, i love it when she plays her new songs for me... before anyone else gets to hear them... it makes me feel special. that girl has talent, amazing talent.
i can be myself... all the time. this may seem insignificant, but to have the ability to let all of my walls down... huge gift. even better, i feel like mae understands me. i have other friends who i can let me walls down around, but there is always a certain wondering of why i am the way that i am. mae never tells me that i should wear make-up when we go out, or that i should wear this shirt instead of the one that i have on. it is like she gets the inner workings of myself. i miss that.
mae appreciates my handiness. i used to be ashamed about this part of myself, then mae came along and compared me to macgyver... that is like the coolest thing to me.
when mae and i havent talked for a while, i know that i can call her up and there will be no strangeness. we dont have to do that whole catching up thing. it is almost as though we are still back in athens, sitting in our house, she is downstairs and i am upstairs. i love that.
she is always quick to forgive. mae accepts an appology better than almost anyone i know. the thing that i love though is that she doesnt just take it. she talks to you about it. when mae says that she forgives me, i know that it is true.
quality time with mae is like a walk outside on a sunny day. it just makes me feel so good about myself. there is nothing better than a good movie and a trip to the purple chop stix with mae-mae.
i think that i could go on like this for forever, so i am going to draw this to a close. the bottom line... mae, i love you. i miss you. you are one of the best friends that i will ever have and i wouldnt trade you in for anyone.
Nov 17, 2004
i said it first
for those of you who are readers of my blog as well as mae klingler's i feel that there is a bit of explanation that needs to happen. previously, i was just fine with not explaining myself, but in a recent phone conversation with my good friend mae, she dissed me for making the same introductory statement in my blog as she has on her blog. if you were a member of the 20 monty family, you know of what i speak. if you werent privleged enough to be a part of our family, i will shed some light on the situation.
the quote "you cant always be happy with what is going on in the living room" is mine. i made this statement to one lyndsey johnson while driving in the car from athens to columbus this past spring quarter. well lyndsey was quite amused with the phrase, so she kept the saying alive. it was something that was remembered at different times for each of us. example: when mae and lyndsey were goofing around in the living room (which happened quite frequently) and annoying the rest of the house, it was understand that the annoyed parties would remember that "you cant always be happy with what is going on in the living room" and either deal with it, or leave the room. in the case that the annoyed party was unable to remember this, mae was often found with a broad smile and a little giggle, followed by, "well, you cant always be happy with what is going on in the living room." than she would continue on her merry little annoying way. (mae, i love you, i am just trying to make a point).
it would seem that mae attached herself to the phrase in much greater ways than i had originally thought, because at the height of its life in our house, she posted it at the top of her newly created blog (which incidentally is generally quite entertaining and you should check it out if you havent already maeklingler.blogspot.com). this would have been fine with me, except, she didnt give me credit for it... it was after all, originally my quote... it was created deep in the juices of my inner brain. all that i wanted was something like "You cant always be happy with what is going on in the living room. -Colleen Rankin" it doesnt have to be a big deal, just a little recognition. but no! mae said that i was being stupid... that is didnt matter... it is just a little statement... not even a big deal (which is really true, i just like making a big deal out of nothing). ultimately, i got nothing. the quote is still there, and still, all readers are left thinking that she made it up, rather than me.
so i created my own blog and i used my own quote at the top. it isnt necessary that i give myself credit because it is on my blog! when mae stumbled upon it, she laughed and said that it was rather lame that i felt it necessary to use the same ideas that she has already exhausted. that may be the case, but i will not rest until the credit that is due is given to me. so i say to you mae klingler... you may think that you are getting away with it, but i know the truth! and i know that someday, justice will be served.
yikes... how lame am i that i just wrote an entire blog on something so ridiculous. oh well, i guess that is the whole point of the blog itself.
the quote "you cant always be happy with what is going on in the living room" is mine. i made this statement to one lyndsey johnson while driving in the car from athens to columbus this past spring quarter. well lyndsey was quite amused with the phrase, so she kept the saying alive. it was something that was remembered at different times for each of us. example: when mae and lyndsey were goofing around in the living room (which happened quite frequently) and annoying the rest of the house, it was understand that the annoyed parties would remember that "you cant always be happy with what is going on in the living room" and either deal with it, or leave the room. in the case that the annoyed party was unable to remember this, mae was often found with a broad smile and a little giggle, followed by, "well, you cant always be happy with what is going on in the living room." than she would continue on her merry little annoying way. (mae, i love you, i am just trying to make a point).
it would seem that mae attached herself to the phrase in much greater ways than i had originally thought, because at the height of its life in our house, she posted it at the top of her newly created blog (which incidentally is generally quite entertaining and you should check it out if you havent already maeklingler.blogspot.com). this would have been fine with me, except, she didnt give me credit for it... it was after all, originally my quote... it was created deep in the juices of my inner brain. all that i wanted was something like "You cant always be happy with what is going on in the living room. -Colleen Rankin" it doesnt have to be a big deal, just a little recognition. but no! mae said that i was being stupid... that is didnt matter... it is just a little statement... not even a big deal (which is really true, i just like making a big deal out of nothing). ultimately, i got nothing. the quote is still there, and still, all readers are left thinking that she made it up, rather than me.
so i created my own blog and i used my own quote at the top. it isnt necessary that i give myself credit because it is on my blog! when mae stumbled upon it, she laughed and said that it was rather lame that i felt it necessary to use the same ideas that she has already exhausted. that may be the case, but i will not rest until the credit that is due is given to me. so i say to you mae klingler... you may think that you are getting away with it, but i know the truth! and i know that someday, justice will be served.
yikes... how lame am i that i just wrote an entire blog on something so ridiculous. oh well, i guess that is the whole point of the blog itself.
Nov 16, 2004
every year it kills me
i am sick. it feels like i am sick more often than most people... i dont understand. i thought that when i quit smoking, my health would improve, since my immune system is better when not smoking and all. well, whoever told me that was wrong. i feel like i have had a cold since i quit smoking, than sarah started to get sick, and now i am sick. i feel like i got run over by a semi... not to be confused with what it feels like when i get run over by a bread truck (that is the hung over type of feeling). my head hurts, my throat is sore, my eyes hurt, the sinus' are throbbing, my body aches, i sound like a dying cow, and i am coughing, and worst of all, i cant sleep anymore. so i dragged my butt out of bed and i am here at the liberary... checking the email and blogging.
side note: i got a new phone, so if you try to call me at my old number you will not reach me. i sent out a mass email, but i am not sure that i got it to everyone that i wanted to. if you want me new number, than drop me an email and i will send it to you. my email address (just in case you dont have it) is beautifulcolleen@hotmail.com. rather than just posting my telephone number on the net, i am doing it this way. i will not reply to your email if you are just some random person who wants me phone number. i am a verizon user now, so all of you who have had to suffer with trying to talk to me while i was in my apartment. i am sorry. the bad connection and constant breaking up will no longer be a problem.
back to this sickness thing. i wonder what it is that causes people to be more prone to getting sick. i am not kidding... every fall, i dread it, than i am plagued by whatever the common cold is until about march... sometimes even further into the spring. is it possible that the constant severity of my allergies adds to my seseptability? if that is the case, thank you, grandma, for the outstanding genes you have passed along to me. seriously, i dont know what to do anymore. i take the vitamins and all, but nothing seems to stop the germs. i am going to create a platic bubble to put over my head... maybe that would work.
side note: i got a new phone, so if you try to call me at my old number you will not reach me. i sent out a mass email, but i am not sure that i got it to everyone that i wanted to. if you want me new number, than drop me an email and i will send it to you. my email address (just in case you dont have it) is beautifulcolleen@hotmail.com. rather than just posting my telephone number on the net, i am doing it this way. i will not reply to your email if you are just some random person who wants me phone number. i am a verizon user now, so all of you who have had to suffer with trying to talk to me while i was in my apartment. i am sorry. the bad connection and constant breaking up will no longer be a problem.
back to this sickness thing. i wonder what it is that causes people to be more prone to getting sick. i am not kidding... every fall, i dread it, than i am plagued by whatever the common cold is until about march... sometimes even further into the spring. is it possible that the constant severity of my allergies adds to my seseptability? if that is the case, thank you, grandma, for the outstanding genes you have passed along to me. seriously, i dont know what to do anymore. i take the vitamins and all, but nothing seems to stop the germs. i am going to create a platic bubble to put over my head... maybe that would work.
Nov 14, 2004
should i be worried?
someone burglarized my apartment. i dont know when or how, but we were definitely robbed. i would like to say that they "broke into my apartment" but the strange thing of it all is that everything was locked. nothing was out of place. it looked as though no one had been there. this doesnt make sense to me. what makes even less sense is that they didnt take anything that was really worth a lot of money, which is probably why i didnt notice that anything was missing until yesterday.... although, i am pretty sure that it all happened on friday, sometime between when i went to my parents to do laundry and when i got home on friday night. they took my "work book bag" (this may seem insignificant, but it is the sadist part of the whole story), my tub of change, and about 100 and some odd dollars in cash from sarah's room. that was all... not the tv, ps2, vcr, stereo, espresso machine, or even the $4000 keyboard. (all this would have been valued as up to about $5500) instead they took about 50 bucks worth of change, some cash, and a $100 book bag that had a $50 discman, about $180 worth of cd's, and a nalgene bottle. (a value of only $488) see how it just doesnt make any sense.
i guess that we should consider ourselves pretty lucky, right, it could have been much worse. but what do i do now? should i be worried, because amazingly, i am not at all. i am sort of feeling like it was probably someone that we know, and even if it wasnt, i guess that they needed the stuff more than i did. something that makes me really sad is the Jimmy Eat World Bleed American cd. it was in my book bag. if you are familiar with J.E.W. you know that this cd was released on sept. 1, 2001, than after 9/11 it was pulled from the shelves because the title was "offensive/questionable." well, jimmy eat world used to be my favorite band (and still is one of my favorites), so i bought the cd the day it was released, on sept. 1st as the originally titled "Bleed American." since it was pulled and rereleased as simply "Jimmy Eat World," the original is a sort of collectors item and worth quite a bit of money, therefore totally not replaceable. so yes, i am sad, very sad. in fact, i may never fully recover. if any of you out there have a copy of bleed american that you want to give to me, it might be a step in the right direction towards recovery. if you want to donate to help replace any of the rest of these items, please, feel free.
i guess that we should consider ourselves pretty lucky, right, it could have been much worse. but what do i do now? should i be worried, because amazingly, i am not at all. i am sort of feeling like it was probably someone that we know, and even if it wasnt, i guess that they needed the stuff more than i did. something that makes me really sad is the Jimmy Eat World Bleed American cd. it was in my book bag. if you are familiar with J.E.W. you know that this cd was released on sept. 1, 2001, than after 9/11 it was pulled from the shelves because the title was "offensive/questionable." well, jimmy eat world used to be my favorite band (and still is one of my favorites), so i bought the cd the day it was released, on sept. 1st as the originally titled "Bleed American." since it was pulled and rereleased as simply "Jimmy Eat World," the original is a sort of collectors item and worth quite a bit of money, therefore totally not replaceable. so yes, i am sad, very sad. in fact, i may never fully recover. if any of you out there have a copy of bleed american that you want to give to me, it might be a step in the right direction towards recovery. if you want to donate to help replace any of the rest of these items, please, feel free.
Nov 12, 2004
crazy nights
what a night i had last night. sometimes i wonder why on the nights where craziness and bizarre circumstances might be appropriate (works with the time schedule and all) there never is craziness, but on the nights when you need to go to bed early because you have to wake up for work at 5:20am, there is so much craziness that you can only get 2 hours of sleep. yes, well that happened to me last night and needless to say, i didnt go to work today.
it all started with the phone call from mae... this was a happy thing. now that mae and i are in separate cities, the biweekly chat has become our quality time. so it is important to me, and staying up a bit later than normal because of it is very worth while. it might be said that it was a happy night, than sarah came home. thursday nights are "posh night" for sarah and her work people (posh is a club in downtown akron, which incidentally i hate), so she was just going to be home for the brief time that would be necessary to get ready.
a little background... i quit smoking 2 months ago. well, this week hasnt been so good in that department. friday night i smoked 5 cigarettes when i was out with friends. yesterday at work, i smoked 3 cigarettes, and than after work, i went and bought a pack. this to me is an indication that i am officially smoking again. sarah is not so down with the colleen smoking thing, which is good, so i wasnt really looking forward to the confrontation that would come of her finding out that i am smoking again. she knew about friday, but because of the conflict i wanted to avoid, i decided yesterday that i wasnt going to tell her i started again, i was just going to let her find out when she did. than, sometime during the course of my talk with mae, i decided that i should just tell sarah and deal with however she might respond.
in the brief time that she was home before angela (her friend) came over, i told her. amazing, she responded very well, but i didnt. talking about it made me incredibly disappointed in myself and the fact that this seems to happen nearly every time i try to quit smoking. so i stopped talking and just sat really depressed with myself. than angela came over, and i succeeded in being a complete ass to sarah (because i was pissed with myself for smoking, not because she did anything wrong), than they left. it was however only after angela drank 4 of my beers. we are not talking cheap domestics either... it was Newcastle... she drank 4 of my Newcastles! if you know me at all you know that this is far from okay in the world of colleen.
finally, at 12:30 when they left, i went to sleep. this would give me just under 5 hours of sleep, which isnt really fun with the 10.5 hour work day, but it is doable. than, at 3am, i was woken by a wasted angela stumbling through my apartment, sarah trying to get her to be quiet, and angela yelling about who knows what. yes, unfun. so i got out of bed to see what the commotion was all about. sarah proceeds to explain that angela is too drunk to drive home, so she is going to sleep at our apartment. than suddenly, sarah realizes that angela has passed out in her bed and she has no where to sleep. calmly, i say she can just sleep on the fouton (fine), than she realizes that a drunk person is in her bed, and drunk people often throw up. essentially, she is freaking out. being the pro that i am when it comes to drinking and handling drunk people (no i am not proud of that), i sat and chatted with her about the whole situation. things were calming down, than angela started to throw up... not good. so sarah is freaking out again, and i am trying to bring peace to the massive confusion. finally, at 4:30, when i am going to bed, i realize that i have to be awake for work in less than an hour, which would have given me a total of just over 3 hours sleep. this is not enough, i would have risked cutting my hand off or something of the sort (i work in knife factory), so i called in and said i wouldnt be there. now this may seem like a fun and exciting thing to not have to go to work, but it definitely cost me $150.
i woke up sarah at 8:45 this morning (her alarm clock was in her room), drank some coffee, than helped her get angela's half-sober ass up and out of our apartment. before she left, angela took the sheets off sarahs bed and put them in a trash bag so that we could wash them. so here i am, sitting at my parents house doing laundry. i put the sheets in before starting my own laundry so that they wouldnt smell up the entire basement, and it was then that i realized that not only did she throw up all over the sheets, she definitely peed all over them too. as if dealing with all of that last night wasnt enough, now my hands now smell like vomit and piss (yes, i have washed them several times, but it wont freaking go away!)
the only positive outcome of the whole evening is that i got rid of the cigarettes. seeing angela like that reminded me of how i used to be when my life was in that same sort of state (however, i was never that bad). smoking has always been something that leads my life in bad directions, so i knew that if i started again it would be the first step at moving back towards that. so they are gone, i am done, and back on the road of not smoking.
i am not sure what the moral of this whole story is, but i think that there is a lesson to be learned here somewhere. i end with 2 things... (1) be careful, becoming an alcoholic is easier than you know, and (2) dont drink and drive, it is stupid.
it all started with the phone call from mae... this was a happy thing. now that mae and i are in separate cities, the biweekly chat has become our quality time. so it is important to me, and staying up a bit later than normal because of it is very worth while. it might be said that it was a happy night, than sarah came home. thursday nights are "posh night" for sarah and her work people (posh is a club in downtown akron, which incidentally i hate), so she was just going to be home for the brief time that would be necessary to get ready.
a little background... i quit smoking 2 months ago. well, this week hasnt been so good in that department. friday night i smoked 5 cigarettes when i was out with friends. yesterday at work, i smoked 3 cigarettes, and than after work, i went and bought a pack. this to me is an indication that i am officially smoking again. sarah is not so down with the colleen smoking thing, which is good, so i wasnt really looking forward to the confrontation that would come of her finding out that i am smoking again. she knew about friday, but because of the conflict i wanted to avoid, i decided yesterday that i wasnt going to tell her i started again, i was just going to let her find out when she did. than, sometime during the course of my talk with mae, i decided that i should just tell sarah and deal with however she might respond.
in the brief time that she was home before angela (her friend) came over, i told her. amazing, she responded very well, but i didnt. talking about it made me incredibly disappointed in myself and the fact that this seems to happen nearly every time i try to quit smoking. so i stopped talking and just sat really depressed with myself. than angela came over, and i succeeded in being a complete ass to sarah (because i was pissed with myself for smoking, not because she did anything wrong), than they left. it was however only after angela drank 4 of my beers. we are not talking cheap domestics either... it was Newcastle... she drank 4 of my Newcastles! if you know me at all you know that this is far from okay in the world of colleen.
finally, at 12:30 when they left, i went to sleep. this would give me just under 5 hours of sleep, which isnt really fun with the 10.5 hour work day, but it is doable. than, at 3am, i was woken by a wasted angela stumbling through my apartment, sarah trying to get her to be quiet, and angela yelling about who knows what. yes, unfun. so i got out of bed to see what the commotion was all about. sarah proceeds to explain that angela is too drunk to drive home, so she is going to sleep at our apartment. than suddenly, sarah realizes that angela has passed out in her bed and she has no where to sleep. calmly, i say she can just sleep on the fouton (fine), than she realizes that a drunk person is in her bed, and drunk people often throw up. essentially, she is freaking out. being the pro that i am when it comes to drinking and handling drunk people (no i am not proud of that), i sat and chatted with her about the whole situation. things were calming down, than angela started to throw up... not good. so sarah is freaking out again, and i am trying to bring peace to the massive confusion. finally, at 4:30, when i am going to bed, i realize that i have to be awake for work in less than an hour, which would have given me a total of just over 3 hours sleep. this is not enough, i would have risked cutting my hand off or something of the sort (i work in knife factory), so i called in and said i wouldnt be there. now this may seem like a fun and exciting thing to not have to go to work, but it definitely cost me $150.
i woke up sarah at 8:45 this morning (her alarm clock was in her room), drank some coffee, than helped her get angela's half-sober ass up and out of our apartment. before she left, angela took the sheets off sarahs bed and put them in a trash bag so that we could wash them. so here i am, sitting at my parents house doing laundry. i put the sheets in before starting my own laundry so that they wouldnt smell up the entire basement, and it was then that i realized that not only did she throw up all over the sheets, she definitely peed all over them too. as if dealing with all of that last night wasnt enough, now my hands now smell like vomit and piss (yes, i have washed them several times, but it wont freaking go away!)
the only positive outcome of the whole evening is that i got rid of the cigarettes. seeing angela like that reminded me of how i used to be when my life was in that same sort of state (however, i was never that bad). smoking has always been something that leads my life in bad directions, so i knew that if i started again it would be the first step at moving back towards that. so they are gone, i am done, and back on the road of not smoking.
i am not sure what the moral of this whole story is, but i think that there is a lesson to be learned here somewhere. i end with 2 things... (1) be careful, becoming an alcoholic is easier than you know, and (2) dont drink and drive, it is stupid.
Nov 5, 2004
what happened ohio?
prior to election day, i knew that our nation had some big problems. now, however, i realize things are far worse than i had imagined. i woke up on tuesday morning ready to vote, feeling very satisfied with my desision to vote for john kerry. i went to work, and based on the random radio exit polls, it seemed as though the votes were leaning in my (or really kerrys) favor. despite my complete exhaustion after work, i dragged my butt out to granger township and punched the neccessary holes, checked for chads, got my "I voted today!" sticker, and went home, feeling like my vote was in fact going to make a difference. wednesday morning, i woke up, and slowly as the morning progressed, my hopes were shattered. really, it was bad enough that kerry lost and we are going to have to suffer through another four years of the ignorant dumb ass that is george w bush, but to make my wounds more painful, he won more popular votes than any candidate has in any other election... in history... ever... we are talking since 1776! i am baffled... how could this have happened?
making matters worse, i have have to buy laura dinner, because stupid me bet her that kerry would conquer and bush would suck it up big time. but no, he lost, i have to buy dinner, and deal with her rubbing the lose in my face. now is that really neccessary... i would never had done such a thing if my candidate had won. all those damn republicans. grr.
making matters worse, i have have to buy laura dinner, because stupid me bet her that kerry would conquer and bush would suck it up big time. but no, he lost, i have to buy dinner, and deal with her rubbing the lose in my face. now is that really neccessary... i would never had done such a thing if my candidate had won. all those damn republicans. grr.
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