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I’m feeling out of sorts today, so here’s a random blog from my old Myspace page that most of you (if not all of you) haven’t read.

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ALRIGHT!

My shitty mood over the last few days was solved this morning. SOLVED. I chased it away!

Good riddance, shitty mood! I bet you all want to know how I did such a thing. Even if you don’t, I’m still going to tell you!

One of the few things I take a severe sort of joy in is being organized. Organized out the ears. Not only do I pride myself on my attention to detail, but I also seriously love reorganizing things and making them work better. I always notice when something is out of place, especially if it’s mine. And this applies to everything in life, not just my movies or my closet… it applies to my relationships with the people close to me and the things in their lives as well.

I know. I’m a freak!

Well, as luck would have it this morning I was balancing my checkbook and it came out even. Even, I tell you! I LOVE WHEN THAT HAPPENS!!! It almost makes up for not having any cereal in the house for a week.

Almost.

So I’m cheerful, and it’s because there are some things in life that I have complete control over. Complete control means I can fix things. Fixing things that have gone wrong makes me happy.

Now, here is one of my favorite videos for you all to watch, just for the sake of sharing!!!

I am currently so deep into reading Harry Potter that I can’t even begin to formulate a blog at the moment, so the following blog is a repost from my Myspace blogging days.  It’s one of my favorite blogs I ever wrote.  Enjoy!!!

(for storytelling clarification: I am Irish, and Alli is Miss Hugs)

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We interrupt your daily lives to bring you Today’s Top Story!

Today’s Top Story: Irish Sets Cars Aflame, Gets Electrocuted!

I’m reporting to you live on this cold weather day (it is 24 degrees out) to inform you of the insane happenings at the yellow house on the hill.

Let me set the scene, people.

It was about 10:30 am and I had just gotten home with my grandmother from a morning of stress tests at the local hospital (the tests were for grams, not me). Miss Hugs’ van is still parked in the driveway, but the hood is up. She is late for work. Grams and I come in the house and Miss Hugs says “I need you to jump start my van!” to which I replied, “Ok! Mikey Pop showed me how to do this a couple weeks ago!” 

Miss Hugs and I go outside and I start my car. Good car. I pop the hood and the trunk and retrieve the jumper cables from the trunk. Then Miss Hugs and I get in my car while I untie my jumper cables (sue me, I’m a neat freak) because it’s warm in there and it’s effing COLD outside. She’s stupid first, it’s important for all y’all to remember that. We’re each holding a side of the cables and she opens her door, thinking that somehow we’re going to each get out our respective doors with an end of the cable. Its ok, I told her she was a dummy. So I get the cables and I hook the red up to the negative and the black up to the positive (shut up you don’t know anything yet!!!). Then I go over to her car and do the same thing. Once the black up to the positive side I feel a jolt that throws me back some inches and flames start to flicker on the battery. I GOT ELECTROCUTED, PEOPLE. 

Oops!!! 

Miss Hugs leaves me to fend for myself as smoke arises from both cars. I run around, rip my car keys out of the ignition and hightail it in the house into the living room where Miss Hugs has the phone and she’s screaming “should I call 911?!” and grams is yelling at us for screaming and calling us stupid for making the cars smoke. 

“Call Daddy!” I tell my sister, and she throws the phone at me, it is dialing. I take the phone and head outside, the cars are still smoking very badly and I run back inside to the safety of my house and I tell my dad what happened and he tells me to get the cables off of at least one of the cars.

OMFG IS HE KIDDING ME?! 

I go out and Miss Hugs points out that the yellow cord had melted off the wires and the wires were all exposed. My dad says get some rubber gloves, pull the wires off, he’ll he here in twenty minutes and don’t let Miss Hugs start her car.

But he wants me to start my car. Yeah right. 

So Miss Hugs grabs two rubber dishwashing gloves, we each wear one and try and get the cables off her van since her car was not the one all charged up. The cables are hot to the touch even through the gloves (let’s face it, people: dishwashing gloves aren’t all that thick) but I manage to get them both off with minimal help from Miss Hugs.

Sometimes she’s just good for comedic value, and moral support.

We grab our cameras because, of course, I need to blog about this and I need pictures to do it! I call my dad, he’s on the way. He’s not happy at all. We take all the pictures we can and only then realize that when Miss Hugs grabbed the dishwashing gloves she grabbed two left handed gloves. Both sets are ruined now. But that’s ok, they’re just dishwashing gloves.

I had to tell someone. And Lo! my friend PQ is online so I tell her how it all went down. She probably thinks I’m some kind of stupid freak now, but I guess that can’t be helped. And then my dad got here. Whew, was he angry. He was beyond angry, he was growling. That means he’s mad, people. He looked at my car and then at Miss Hugs’, he orders me to take my car to my uncle Uncle’s garage to have him make sure I didn’t fry something. He tells Miss Hugs she’s S.O.L. until Uncle can come down here and take a look at her van. That thing still ain’t going anywhere, it isn’t a battery thing.

Daddy says Jerry isn’t allowed to touch the van! And my mother isn’t allowed anywhere near the building! My poor daddy. He has to save one of us like once a week. It’s only Monday and this is the second time he’s had to come to the rescue this week. I’m not kidding when I say he’s the greatest dad in all of existence. The poor man. In the meantime I’m in hysterics, laughing my head off like a crazy hyena. I’ve realized that it wasn’t even noon yet and I’d already started two cars on fire and gotten electrocuted.

So I called work. I called out of work. I can’t go in like this! Louise got a good laugh out of it, and I need to take my car to my uncle’s shop. Miss Hugs is so coming with me and she knows it. I can’t face Uncle without her since she’s my accomplice. Especially not when Uncle thinks I’m car-tarded in the first place. I’m determined to not be the only car-tarded person getting the blame here!

So that’s my story. It’s sad but true. Don’t hate. 

It’s only fair to tell you all that her van escaped unscathed, with just minor bruising.  But it still won’t start.  HA HA.

I am currently on vacation, so the following blog is a repost from my Myspace blogging days.  Enjoy…

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Dear Diary,
Today I made the perfect salad and I ate it.  I even knew  how I felt about it from the first bite.  I’m very excited.  Basically it’s the same as the other day minus the cucumbers and the black olives.  Cheese, lettuce, tomato, and trke is perfect for me!  I ate the whole thing!!!

Dear Gods, Diary.  There is so much going on.  I got my W2 form from work today so as soon as I get my bank statement I can do my taxes for last year.  w00t!!!  And today I’m trying a different kind of macaroni and cheese!  I know, I don’t know what’s gotten into me!  I’m hoping that by the way this year has started that it will be better than last year.

Eww!!!  OMG Diary, you will NOT believe what happened to me yesterday morning!  So ~like~ my day started off so well!

NOT.

I’m all laying in bed and it’s like 8am so I don’t gotta be awake for an hour yet and I’m drifting in and out of sleep since Stina was text messaging me excitedly about our upcoming girly sleepover this weekend.  Anyhow, I’m just laying there in that dreamy-almost-awakeness-still-kinda-not-all-there daze when Alli starts screaming.  What can only be discribed as the zombie spider from Hell had decided to take up residence on a sticky note on the wall by her head.

It was huge.
It was covered in cobwebs.
And good God it was near her head!
The only logical thing to do before we were to rid ourselves of it was to take a picture so I could blog about it.

I hate spiders, Diary.  They’re gross and creepy and they somehow seem to make my body send every drop of blood it owns straight to my brain.
Anyhow, you should have seen the two of us advancing on this abomination in our underwares, armed only with the hand held vacuum cleaner from the livingroom closet.  We weren’t fierce, no way.  Especially not with the way we were screaming and jumping about as if our feet were on fire.  Anyone within ear shot would have guessed that one or two of us were being brutally murdered somewhere in the small house on the hill.  Indeed, I was still clearing my throat when I went to bed and I wasn’t able to sing all day yesterday!

I can sing today though.

Love,
Irish

PS  -  I hope I didn’t scare you with that picture, Diary.  I just want you to know that I’m never looking at this page again.  Nothing against you.

I am currently on vacation, so the following blog is a repost from my Myspace blogging days.  Enjoy…

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Dear Diary,
I don’t know how I feel about my salad.  I ate it, but there was so much going on inside!  Tomato, cucumber, black olives, lettuce, shredded cheddar cheese, and oven roasted turkey cold cuts sliced up real small.  It’s a lot for someone that just gets a tomato and cucumber salad on a daily basis.  Good thing I don’t like dressing, or I might have really been messed up!

I started playing Illarion again (again) last night.  It was great fun, Alli and I even role played together which we’ve never been able to do in the last 4+ years for more then ten minutes!  I think it’s because Jyllian is nothing like me and Philip is nothing like her, and that’s why they get alone.  ‘Cause Alli and I don’t always get along.  We clash real bad.  I watched Steel Magnolias yesterday for the first time ever and I realised that the relationship between Ouiser and Clairee will be just how Alli and I are when we get to that age.

Oh Diary, sometimes she gets on my last nerve and beyond, and sometimes she’s like a normal person and we get along.  I guess that’s how sisters are supposed to be when they’re as close in age as we are.  I need water, I’ll brb.

Oh!  That’s Be Right Back.  Sorry, sometimes I forget you don’t understand technical lingo.  I’ll be right back, Diary.

Sorry it took so long.  On my way back from the kitchen I discovered that I had to pee too, and the bathroom was right there.  Um, where was I?

Oh yes!

Alli.  Well, I guess I’ve said all I can say about her for the moment.  She’s good, but sometimes she’s not.
I’ve decided that I didn’t hate my salad.  I just know better for next time not to make it so ‘busy’.  Mikey Pop says I shouldn’t have feelings about my salad.  He says “it’s a friggin salad”.  What does he know?  He needs a salad or two.  Besides, they’re not those kinds of feelings.  I just couldn’t tell if I liked it or not!  Like, liked to eat it.  Boys. 

Now, I’m going to watch some youtube video clips of Steel Magnolias and color with my crayons on some blank computer paper before I get to reading more of The Other Boleyn Girl.  Because it’s what I do.

Much Love,
Irish

I am currently on vacation, so the following blog is a repost from my Myspace blogging days.  Enjoy…

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Dear Diary,
I have fallen in love.  Hard.  You know how it feels when you can’t get enough?  When you can think of nothing but the object of your desire?  It’s this way for me, Diary.  I’ve fallen in love.

With Chocolate Quaker Rice Cakes.  *swoon*

They’re so chocolatey on the outside and really just rice cakey on the inside.  No odd flavors added, and even little bits of chocolate on some of them!  I love that Quaker man, every time I see him I’m filled with joy because it brings to mind my favorite snack: Quaker Rice Cakes, also known as The Greatest Invention Known To Man.

Oh Diary, I didn’t sleep well last night.  Alli kept me awake with her TV and lights on.  I can’t sleep when I’m straining to hear something I don’t even want to be paying attention to!  Or with lights in my face.  ]:  And to top it all off, I can’t write if it’s quiet.  So did I get started on my novel for NaNoWriMo?

NO.  I didn’t.

Why, do you ask?  Because I can’t write when there are distractions.  And Alli definitely qualifies as a distraction.  Or two.
Also I cried on the phone to Walter last night.  I got to talk to him for an hour and 35 minutes, which was great.  I didn’t cry the whole time.  Oh, Diary.  It was great to be able to talk to him.  It’d been a whole week.  I really miss him.  I wish I could to there, to Mississippi.  And not be sick this time.  I really wish it.  I haven’t seen him in OVER A YEAR.  It’s wicked lame.
Going to my dad’s to visit with him tonight, usual Friday night with Sarah and John.  OMG John was so cute I can talk about it now because for real OMG so cute Sarah brought him in to work to see me OMG so wicked adorable.

HERE IS THE PROOF:

Do you see what I mean?  C.U.T.E.  Mike and Lt. Dan say it looks like Elmo has eaten him (even though he’s smiling) and is now gnawing on my head.  Thanks Mike and Lt. Dan, now that’s what I will see whenever I look at this picture.  There will be more pics of him all dressed up cute and stuff when my lazy single mother of a sister gets to uploading them to her computer.

I love you, Sarah.

Ok Diary, this is where it ends today.  I’m cleaning my bathroom on Saturday and doing loads of laundry (ha ha get it, loads? ok wicked lame) all weekend.  Karaoke tonight after my dad’s house and then I’m in NaNoWriMo mode all weekend.  I still don’t even have a clue as to what I’m doing yet, but it’ll come to me.  I think.

Love your ever-so-full-of-thought-part-time-writer-of-sorts,
Irish

P.S.  “San Dimas high school football rules!”  It’s on the agenda, biznatch.

I am currently on vacation, so the following blog is a repost from my Myspace blogging days.  Enjoy…

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Dear Diary,
Look, Diary.  Sometimes I think of funny things to write in you and then I forget them.  I’ve become known among my friends as the one that texts her own email any ideas she comes to and doesn’t want to forget.  Also the one that blogs too much.  Now all I need is a digital camera to take pictures of all the random things I want to blog about but ultimately end up forgetting, and then I’ll be dubbed the “Cooky Blogstress”, I’m sure of it.  Not that it would bother me. 

At work today I found out someone else was quitting.  But I was also ordered vegetable fried rice (my favorite) when my boss expensed our lunch today!  Yay!  Also thanks to Tim for knowing what I eat and to Jeremy for suggesting Chinese.

I still get the weird looks, Diary.  When I’m sitting in my cubicle - minding  my own business, hunched over my rice extracting every trace of onion so that I don’t poison my mouth with it’s disgustingly overpowering grossness - it never fails that some of the guys (who see this sort of thing on a daily basis within the half-walls of my cubicle) still stop and stare at me in disbelief.  As if they’ve never seen a body pick their food apart before!  Is it really so odd that I don’t like onions?  Who doesn’t pick the pretzels out of the Chex Mix when they are taking over, or separate all their M&Ms because the colors taste different?  It’s the same thing!  And every time I look at them with my eyes saying ”haven’t you ever seen a girl picking out her onions before?” and they just shake their heads in a gesture that says ”I should have known” before my eyes tell them to “be gone before someone drops a house on you”.  And it’s always the guys.  You don’t see the women coming up to me saying “what are you doing with your food?”

Please. 

Men do so many more stare-worthy things than I do most of the time.  Especially the nerdy kind of dudes that are represented by the guys I work with.  Transformers toys, posable Spiderman, and a toilet in their cubicle spaces?  Magic games in the kitchen at break time?  Victoria’s Secret catalogues delivered to their work mailbox?  Come on, now.  Like these people have any right to point their eyes at me in such a fashion, it’s like the pot calling the kettle black if you know what I’m saying, Diary.

Much love, texts, and expert onion removing,
Irish

I am currently on vacation, so the following blog is a repost from my Myspace blogging days.  Enjoy…

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Dear Diary,
Sorry I haven’t written in you for some days, I’ve been really busy!

I’ve done it, Diary!  Today I had my hair dyed pink!!!  My hairdresser did a great job, too, it looks awesome.  I’ve never gone anything but natural colors before so I’m wicked excited that it came out so good.  I will show you pictures soon, Diary, for I know you crave to see them.

So in other news my cereal addiction is getting worse.  I personally don’t think it’s getting worse but rather that it’s just ‘growing’, but my grandmother and Walter are telling me I eat too much cereal.  I’ve never been a believer of that “too much of a good thing is bad” bantha fodder they grind into you as a child.  And by ’they’ I mean the gr’ups (i.e. parental units, adults, grown ups).  I love cereal, and I’ll get as much of it as I can!  You can’t tell me what to eat when I’m 24 years old!  I don’t segregate!  I’m an equal opportunity cereal lover.  I like  Honey Bunches of Oats, Eggo Waffle Cereal, Kix (Kid tested, Mother approved!), Rice Crispies, Quaker Oatmeal Squares, Cocoa Puffs, Raisin Bran, Lucky Charms… there is just so much that I can eat something different a hundred times a day!  Hot food is for noobs (unless its Thanksgiving hot food, then it’s for everyone) … (also anything with gravy and/or potatoes is also acceptable though both are preferred)…

(this is from my favorite web comic)

If it could be all cereal all the time for me, I would be so happy.  Do you know how expensive a cereal habit is?  It’s pretty out there.  Like grand slam outta the ballpark out there.  You gotta think, I’m paying at least $3.50 a box (unless they’re on sale which they aren’t ever not the good ones), and some are more expensive because I get the family size as often as I can so that’s at least $4 where applicable… and I eat like three boxes of cereal a week just by myself.  So I’m spending at least 10$ a week on cereal.  Who does that?!!  ME, that’s who.  And I’ll spend more.  I can’t help but just want cereal all the time!  I eat it for breakfast, then at work, then for dinner.  I don’t even need milk half the time!

If gluttony is a sin, Diary, then call me a sinner for I can not get enough cereal, nor will I restrain myself unless I’m physically harmed by the cereal.  I could eat more.  More than I do.  I am not ashamed.  I want to shout from the mountaintops: “I LOVE CEREAL!”

Love your long-lost-but-now-returned-friend,
Irish

P.S.  I have nothing to add.