Halloween has started

Since last year I was sure that I was going to be Sherlock Holmes for Halloween. Last week I changed my mind. I was worried that it would be hard to decipher what I was and that the need for specific costume elements would convince me to pay more money for them. As I was thinking this over I flipped on The Skeleton Key and it made me realize two things. One, once I move I am NEVER going into the rural areas and Two, I should be a voodoo doll. So thats that. In my head it will be the cheapest (for sure as I am known for spending cringe worthy amounts on costumes) and the most creative (since my mom used to hand make my costumes anyway.) Even better, Branden has been talked into going as a voodoo priest/witch doctor guy.


like Dr, Facilier from The Princess and The Frog

Last night I went to my first Halloween event. Me and Branden plus his married friends, Joey and Chrissy went as nerds.

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Nerd-tastic!


We all had kick me signs which resulted in Branden and Joey getting kicked by a little kid in the gas station.



It was so much fun and it makes me even more excited for my next costume.

Morning in Michigan

I seriously think that I am finally getting back into this writing game. Even though I haven't edited too much recently I think about my story a lot and the direction that I want it to go in. I have also found a part time job for Patch.com where I would review different businesses in the area. It is meant to become a hyper-local publication that has a listing and review for every business in an area. The best part is that I can do it for as long as I want. There aren't any reviewer's in Ohio or Louisiana at all yet. I spoke with one of the head people for my phone interview and we talked about my desire to be a travel writer. He said that after a few towns under my belt I should talk to my local editor about having my own travel column. So not only does it pay remarkably well for freelance but it is also an awesome stepping stone for me.

At work today Branden was telling me about how his aunt drives cars to different states for dealerships and such. He said that he was going with her while she retrieved a car from Michigan tomorrow morning. My first thought was that I have never been to Michigan. I checked and after I realized that I don't work until five tomorrow I asked if I could ride along, offering up my eclectic iPod and conversation skills. So, now I am leaving for Michigan at five in the morning.

A lot of people are starting to take a Gap Year. Canada, along with many European countries, are encouraging students to take a year off between graduating High School and starting College. The Gap Year is supposed to give students a taste of "the real world", or time for travel and prioritizing. After becoming more and more frustrated with my education the longer I was in school the more I started to seriously consider the Gap Year. If I had taken one before starting school I think that my whole experience would have been different. I think that I would have applied to more places and I would not have went to the college I chose. I never wanted to go there but listened to too many people tell me that my High School grades were too poor to get in where I wanted. In all honestly, they were but my SAT score was pretty damn good. I would have at least stood a chance. I also probably would not have majored in Writing. I don't think that writing is something that can be taught in class. I don't think that taking three creative writing classes and ten thousand literature classes is going to help me in the long run.

Taking all of this into consideration I think (think being the operative word) that my "new" plan is to graduate from UNO and take graduate classes at Loyola. I always wanted the "college experience" and let other people talk me out of it. I don't know if I will ever forgive myself for that but if it encourages me into grad school...maybe it was for the best.

a story about how I STILL have no candy corn

I went to the doctors office early this morning, earlier than I like to get up at least, and she looked at my foot. It's still gross but the bandages came off and there is this thin line of stitching and tape and its all blue for some reason. She gave me more couch days and told me that by the weekend I should be fine.

Last night I applied for about ten thousand writing jobs and have already heard back from two of them. I realized that if I am going to all the trouble of worrying about my future (I realized that I need a bike, a schwinn cruiser bike with a basket, so that I can take My-Future-Pug-Watson to my favorite gelato place on Magazine street...who worries about bills?)I might want to start going through with that idea I had where all money from writing gets saved. To do that, I need writing jobs.

Branden was going to bring me candy corn last night and I did the whole "oh, don't go out of your way" bit and...well, he didn't. He may be coming over after work "to give you hugs and cuddles and massages." Perhaps that will include the elusive candy corn.

In conclusion, though I like how nice my family has been to me these past few days I am ready to be walking again. I have work to go to, things to buy, hair to get cut (tomorrow!), haunted houses to scream in and halloween stores to browse.

experimenting with pictures and technology

tehe, beach ass


this is my cat, Goblin


this is my dog, frodo


this is me and my adorable friend/future roommate, Sarah

The Commandments of a Modern Living Arrangement

I was reading http://www.rachelintheoc.com/ today and fell in love. Honestly, here is a lady who makes it her business to examine how the man/woman dynamics are changing and share her genius with the world. It really got me thinking about what the commandments of a modern living arrangement.

1. When in doubt talk it out
no relationship is going to work if you can't talk to each other. Talk about what you expect from each other. Do you hate to do dishes? Maybe your "other" doesn't mind them but hates laundry.

2. S/He who cooks shall not clean
This only applies for the house. If your roommate toasted a hotdog and didn't pop one in for you then you don't have to do the dishes. However if they made an actual meal and you benefitted from it then you can only repay them by getting elbow deep in dish soap.

3. know thy own pet peeves
you need to know what drives you bat shit so that you can share that information. You also need to know what drives your roommate crazy.

4. The prophet, Aretha Franklin, knows
RESPECT baby. Think about how your decisions will effect your roommate. Don't use their stuff without asking, give them some alone time, and warn them if there is a naked man sleeping on the couch.

5. whistle while you work
Seriously, it's a shared space. Pick up after yourself and if your roommate doesn't then refer to commandment number one and talk to them about it.

Seriously I had the worst roommate experience ever and I can honestly say that I may be well on my way to becoming an expert on bliss worthy living arrangements.

Miami's (post)Secret

Every week I check Post Secret. I love the way funny secrets mix indiscriminately with the serious, tear-to-your-eye ones. I love the idea that reading someone else's secrets can help a person confront their own and start to heal wounds that holding something in can cause. This week, before I could check it for myself I saw the above secret.

I've seen secrets from other schools before but since it wasn't MY school I didn't think anything of it. Was it a student who posted it? Could it have been the professor? What, if anything, is going to happen now that this is out?

sleepy, itchy, and bitchy

One of my best friends, Bridget (above) has a blog here now breadjitjownz.blogspot.com is going to be all about her hilarious encounters with customers she deals with in her job as a front desk clerk at a hotel. It will be a blog version of the texts I used to get from her at two, three, and four in the morning.

I'm so ready to be healed by now and it's only been two days. I got my crutches yesterday though and though they help a little (I don't have to hop everywhere) I am all together too unbalanced to be comfortable with them. They do have red parts in them though and that makes them about as stylish as crutches can be. As if to increase my frustration I have to be determined future plans with an old friend to learn how to do some sexy latin dances and go out to The Underground's Latin night.


I'm trying my hand at using social networking as more than just a way to keep track of the goings on of my friends. I believe that the internet is a sort of modern day deity. Every time I put things into the internet, a request or some such thing, I get a perfect answer back. My first writing job? I googled something along the lines of "help me internet I need a writing job." I posted that I needed an actual job on my facebook and some one I have never met/known/heard of messaged me with a job posting. Now, I want friends, computer friends, networks of like minded people.

P.S. I think I am the only person I know who had never had surgery before. Why, oh why, did no one warn me that a side effect of pain medication is itchiness?