so i took my little brothers to see "Lilo and Stitch" (sp?) today. the movie was a lot of fun and there were a few laugh-out-loud moments :) you leave wishing that you had a cute blue little alien. or a slightly odd but adorable little hawaiian girl (ok, i know i didn't spell that right). now i'm heading up to lake george with becky to meet some people, should be a good time :) morelater

so this weekend i'm stuck at home all weekend because my parents are both out of town. my dad just left for saudi arabia today and my mom went to hilton head, sc, to pick up her grandson and bring him up here for a visit. so what sucks is i'm expected to be here all weekend to look after my brothers. so this is why it bothers me that they make me pay rent. they make me pay rent, and at the same time they treat me like i was still a kid living off them. they just expect me to always be here to watch kids/do favors whatever for them. but if i was just a tenant paying rent they wouldn't expect me to watch kids. the deal was i had to pay them 200/month to live here, not i had to pay them 200/month and perform any babysitting or assorted chores to live here. not that i really mind, but i was planning on picking up two shifts at the hospital this weekend so that i'd have rent money for next month. so i think that they should pay me the 160 that i'm missing out on by having to stick around the house all weekend. i mean, really, where else are you going to get a babysitter that'd watch your kids for four days (fri, sat, sun, mon) for 160? i just hope they see it my way when i hand them 40 for rent next month... morelater

i just let my ddr leave the house :( my little brother's friends showed up at the door just now asking to borrow it so that they could play it using the HUGE projector over at their school. I let them borrow my shitty pads (my good ones were not going to leave the house) the playstation and 4th mix (i have two copies of it). and now that it's gone, i want to play so bad. i told my brother that he must hook up the playstation immediately upon its return so that i may play. i was completely in the mood to play today :( i've been listening to a bunch of ddr songs that i had on a minidisc in my car (at one point i was stopped at a light and "oh nick please not so quick" from 3rd mix was playing and it was kinda embarrassing). ddr songs completely make me happy... but i speed more when i listen to them (hey, they're dance music). actually, who am i kidding? i speed no matter what kind of music is on... i have a speeding problem... i like to go the same mph as the route number that i'm on ('cept for on rte 146 'cause that would just be rediculous)... and i like to go 88 and yell "88 mph!" just like doc from back to the future... i'm a dork. the fastest i've ever gone is 105, but my spedometor goes up to 135, so my goal is to get there someday. and not die. or get pulled over. that would be quite a ticket, i don't think i could cry my way out of that one. the highest potential ticket that i've ever cried my way out of was for going 83 in a 55. i was proud of that one... morelater

so my brother just had the best idea. he said that to even out my driver's tan i should buy a british car because the steering wheel is on the other side. so when i win the lotto i'll do that... so... if they drive on the left side of the road over there, do they also walk on the left side of the highway?

so i just got back from a pool party with some of the people that i used to score tests with. it was an 'intimate affair' (there weren't that many people there) but it was a good time. we played pool volleyball (which i'm much better at than basketball) with a humongus bouncy purple ball (which was the only reason why i could hit it at all). i need one of those balls, only i'd like it in blue, please :) and they had yuengling lagers, can you believe it?! i guess the father of the girl that was hosting the party got them as a gift through work from a company from PA. weird though. anyway... good times...

so when i was little i used to watch the neverending story all the time even though i think i really hated it. There's this part in it where the rock eater is trying to explain what happened when the nothing came to his village. He says that it left nothing behind. not a hole, a hole would be something. it left nothing. not blackness because blackness would be something. it left nothing. so when i'd hear that when i was a little kid (think like six or seven) i'd try and wrap my little mind around that concept. what is nothing? i'd give myself headaches and make myself sick trying to figure out what nothing would be. to this day, i can't really think about it cause it gets me all stressed out.

so my little brother thinks that instead of people saying "word" to eachother they should say, "excel". try it out... "yo, excel up" or something like that. i dunno. that was random and odd.

ok, so... i just realized that Tim has my amazing camping loveseat that I bought at wal-mart last year. I love that thing!! we kept it at his place because he owned all of the rest of the camping stuff... but dammit, that was my amzing camping loveseat and i want it back!! i also want the waffle iron that we bought together because he'll never use it and i love waffles. :(

so i heard this line in a lifetime movie that my mom was watching in the kitchen earlier: "It's scary being on your own. But it's also great; it's the beginning of living again." and i thought that was very appropriate to my situation. weird where you'll find little gems of wisdom (this was a bad lifetime movie with Shannon Doherty in it).

so last night becky and i were talking about moving out/becoming adults and i said, "you can never go back" and we both immediately started thinking of "All Dog's Go to Heaven" where the female dog says to the main character male dog when he's deciding to leave heaven to go back to earth, "you can never go back..." and then we thought that it was weird that we were talking about growing up and referring to kids movies.

YAY! My financial aid came through online (i mean, i didn't get my award letter yet, but i could see how much i'm being offered) and I can move out :) I'm going to have to borrow a hell of a lot of money... but... i can move out :) i just need to be on my own... rock. Monica (a girl i met through Tim) is gonna check out on an apartment near her for me... it's a one bedroom with hardwood floors and a new kitchen, dishwasher, laundry facilities... it'd be great :) yay! i can't wait to be out on my own.

I also took this quiz... I'm a sidekick...

Which HP Kid Are You?

so i've been bored so i've been taking a few quizzes...


What Jelly Belly flavor are you? I'm -

Find your flavor here!


Take the What Sex Position Are You? test by Ley Ley
ok... well... that last one was weird. i'm not a health nut... well, i'm not unhealthy... i dunno.. a cartwheel... huh...

just got back from a basketball/picnic thing with some people that i used to work with when i was at the testing job. I suck majorly at basketball, but i attempted to play one game. the other players on my team were pretty good, but we ended up losing (but only by 2). i had a good time and met some nice people (i'm glad that no one was taking the game too seriously, cause i probably would have pissed them off with my suckiness). I hate that I suck at sports. Since I'm a tall girl people always have assumed that I'd be good at sports (particularly basketball and volley ball.) but I'm not... ah well...

so i figured out why they hired me at my new job... besides the fact that i'm just an excellent person all around, i also have knowledge of computers/networking/the internet/web page building etc that the doctors do not have and that apparently the average person doesn't have. So they just got road runner in the office (thank God) and now they're looking to me to set up the network in the office and they've begun asking me all sorts of questions regarding setting up a web page. I kind of get the feeling that they're going to ask me to do it. I don't mind. I mean, it's fun work for me, it's my hobby. but most people who do that sort of work get paid more than what i'm getting paid. and those duties really do go above and beyond typical administrative assistant duties. so now i wonder if i should try to work out something where i can bill them for time speant working on the page or not... i dunno...

so... if i were a jedi, i'd be like, the laziest person ever. I wouldn't ever move. I need that cup over there... reach out my hand and - the cup floats into my hand... i wish i was a jedi right now. i'd clean my room...

blah... i remember why i don't like working at the hospital anymore... tonight was the first night that i'd worked there in, like, forever... the actual job isn't that bad... the work can be varied and i was pretty busy tonight... but the people that work there are such complainers... there was so much bickering and bitching, it was almost unbearable... and everything there reminded me of when i used to be with tim. i used to call him all the time from there and he'd show up every once in a while and surprise me with chinese food for lunch... but he's an asshole now. he's gone to the dark side. darth tim. anyway... i was able to have some fun tonight though... when people there aren't bitching about something (and unfortunately this is very rare) they can be great and we can have some fun conversations... ugh... anyway... not much else to write about tonight.. "not much to say about spoons... they're either in your hands on in your mouth" "Much like genitals." (- just on SNL)