H...as in suite

I still miss y'all already! and I want to take y'all back to 2006. a time when we lived a few feet away from each other. a time when I would log Amy onto AIM and thoroughly annoy her. this is perhaps one of my favorite pictures ever. it shows Amy's frustration. it shows my ridiculousness and my fear of even committing to a piggy back ride.

so I'm starting a bloggy-blog of my own, but I want to publicly announce that I will stay committed to this blog. clearly I've given it a lot of action, since the last post is from Ashley...on January 31st. keep the faith though. and keep old photos alive.

APARTMENT TOUR TIME!

Well, you guys are blogging way too much for me. MJ is being demanding and asking for a video tour of the apartment...ok, maybe she only sent 1 text suggesting it. Anyways. Here it is.

I still have some work to do, but just thought I'd show you guys around. :)

Oh and Amy, I added this photo to my wall. Because I love it

Columbus has done something to upset God, because we get NO sunshine here. zero. I like my neighborhood. Lots of great local restaurants. Gallery hops on the first Saturday of every month....dog park about a mile away. It's a win for everyone.

kthxbye!

Baby, It's Cold Outside

So I just came in from chasing my wretch of a dog around the park, because she just LOVES to eat the effing snow and ice, fill up her baby dog bladder, and have to pee every 35 minutes for the rest of the night. If I could have tazed her, or had a fist fight with her like a real person, I probably would have. Ready for a thaw...too bad it's months away.

I'm a graduate. 15 months of hard work and it's all over. The shenanigans that started this blog are now over.

So, I'm officially moving to Columbus. Found my apartment. It's in a great neighborhood. I'm excited about my new job, Express seems like a great company. I'm excited about a new chapter in life, but (as always) sad to close this one. Its different than when I left Birmingham. I can't really put my finger on it. I think I really felt like it was time for me to leave there...but I really thought I'd be staying in Chicago for a while. So much for planning anything in life. I'm proven wrong much more often than I'm proven right in my plans or predictions.

So I now sit in Chicago...excited, scared, happy, and sad. Sounds totally normal and stable. Though, Wingo told me I make friends as easily as rotten fruit attracts flies...so I guess that's good :)

I think this is a long-winded way to say that big kid life is hard....

Maybe the grocery store in Columbus will have an "I live alone." section.

My friend Johnny shared this song with me...and I have a baby obsession with it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KkV6NTzvOn8

A Meezy, out.

fooooooood

"where the hell are we going and what the hell is going to be open when we get there?" miss you's guys!

and since it's almost Thanksgiving...HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!

I'm still here...already.

I know I've been blogging a lot, but please bear with me as I add another post to the blog. so, LA, huh? it's been pretty goode so far. I'm feeling settled, but it's still a bit of an adjustment as each day is different as a result of not having an actual job. I'm kinda liking that schedule, but I would like it more if random buckets of cash with my name on them were sitting around the apartment. we only have one bucket, and we keep items like scissors, pens, lighters, note pads, etc. in it. speaking of the apartment, I really like it a lot, and I like our little area of town. I'll give a video tour soon...as soon as I clean it up a little bit.

I've been doing some extra work, and it's been pretty fun. look for me in the background of NCIS LA, Extra and Friends with Benefits. I mean, you're gonna have to look...hard. the nerdy part of me enjoyed doing the Friends with Benefits one, because the lead female is Rachel from One Tree Hill. Amy, I hope/believe you'll remember her. so I'll probably keep doing the extra work and the catering work...and then keep hoping that that'll be enough money to live off of.

now please enjoy these photos of Santa Monica. I took a lovely stroll along the beach one afternoon. it really is a gorgeous area, however the day took a bit of a dive when I walked up to my car as an officer was giving me a parking ticket. a photo of Officer Ramirez is not included.

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let's see, what else? I'm trying to work on some TV specs. I want to write a short and work with some people out here to actually get something made. I got to check out The Troubadour and see an Ingrid show! Allison, Ben, Alan and I spent halloween night with the crazies in West Hollywood. it was a fun, hot mess. I've gotten back into the coca-cola. I'm not having four or five cans a day, but I do have a fountain drink every couple of days. I saw Blue Valentine during the AFI Fest. it was really good--a touch intense and really well acted. and Ryan Gosling has yet to disappoint me on any level. I think I'm missing a "normal fall" a little bit, but the weather has been really great the past few days. my parents now have Skype. watch out, world. I want to get a fish. my favorite celebrity sighting so far has been Jodie Foster. there are two girls who live next door to us. one of them blasts chick rock-n-roll and the other busts out some techno-beats! I rock out to both in my apartment. I've gotten lost a lot, but I think that's going to help me out in the long run. I feel like I've been talking about myself a lot lately, so I will devote a whole post to, I don't know, some kind of history lesson soon. I miss you guys.

alright, here are a few more pics. I'll get better and more frequent with this fine blog. MUCH/ONE LOVE!!

one more thing...I'm fairly obsessed with this song:

Face the Facts

The glass on the iPhone 4 CAN, in fact, crack. Don't be shocked that I'm telling you this. Phone is still intact, but yes, cracked.

I hate pop quizzes.

Little kids in animal costumes make me melt.

I ate enough candy this Halloween to have a tummy ache for three days. Glenda would be upset with me.

I'm busy. I'm tired. I'm excited.

Miss you both. Will write a better blog soon!

A few of my favorite things.

Thanks to friends, I have realized that I’m pretty crazy. Not that I’ve tricked myself into thinking I’m normal-- I'm pretty awkward. Let’s talk about it and I'll keep it short. Try to stay friends with me.

1. I like ghost stories.
They freak me out... so much so that my eyes water. I reluctantly told this to my brother and he said it happens to him too, but not as severe. When I listen to stories about ghosts or supernatural occurrences, my eyes water so much that I wipe away tears. It's an involuntary reaction -- weird reaction in my mouth, my jaw tightens, I shake my head and then my eyes start watering. Like that reaction in your mouth after you gag and your mouth starts watering... before you throw up. A slight version of that. But then tears. Oh you don't experience that and you don't know what gagging sensation I’m talking about? Well that brings us to our next subject.

2. I throw up a lot.
Not because I want to…I have a very strong gag reflex. I can't swallow pills without gagging and then throwing up. It infuriates my mom and other people who tell me just to get over and be a real adult. Trying! Trying to be a real person. But I tend to waste a lot of medication every time I try. So I’ve stopped trying. Things that make me throw up: pills, laughing too much, getting hot, awful smells, other people throw up, waking up too early, spicy food, carbonated drinks, and nervous times. Whatever the occasion, I have no problem throwing up. I’m used to it... it rarely affects my day and I recover very quickly. It’s not a big deal.

3. Not everyone's face hurts when they get tired.
I just realized this in Chicago. When I get tired, my face feels tired and achy, behind my eyes and in my ears and jaw. The feeling doesn't go away until I can put some pressure on my face, on a pillow or the nearest couch... or the nearest seat belt, if in a car. Wow, this sounds crazy now, but I just figured everyone's face got tired. Also, being out in the sun makes me tired... like it drains me faster than others. And it makes me sneeze. This is making my face hurt.

4. I am haunted by the number 23.
It started in high school or early college. Every time I went to bed, I would look up at my clock and it was 23 minutes after the hour. It progressed into seeing a few 23 minutes after the hour when I would check the time. No big deal. Kind of didn't let it bother me for a few years, but it has returned lately. I would say at least 85% of the time I look at the clock during the day, it's 23 after. Not a few minutes before or 24... 23. Work, car, home... 23 after. But it's not just the time, it’s seeing the number other places, counting things, dates. (And no, this is not because of that movie 23 and his fear of the number... this was long before that.) Most common: 11:23, 7:23 and 4:23. I was pretty convinced that I would die at the age of 23. Well, that has half to do with me thinking I would die young.

5. I’ve always thought I would die young.
I used to daydream about my funeral or wake, Tom Sawyer-style. I guess I thought it would make things a little more interesting if I died young. I don't know why, but I don't shy away from death, the dying process, hospitals, cemeteries and my own demise. I have had a lot of dreams about dying and it just weirded me out. It’s just always been hard for me to imagine my adult life or my future or whatever. Maybe I just don't ever want to get old. Not because I’m vain or afraid of wrinkles…old people make me sad. I can't watch Wheel of Fortune or the Price is Right with old people on it. I don't want to be pitied like I pity old people. I don't want to be dependent on others. I don't want to be embarrassed about my frailty.

6. As much as I don't worry about death, I worry about heaven.
It weirds me out. I should have peace about it and know that it will be a place of comfort, but it terrifies me. When I think about eternity and spending it in heaven, the image that comes to mind is a continuous line that spirals down into a tornado until it fades out of sight. It makes me dizzy and my heart starts racing. I feel panicky and I have to stop thinking about it. It makes me feel claustrophobic. Am I the only one that is scared by spending an eternity somewhere? Am I afraid of the commitment? Am I completely selfish and ridiculous? Maybe I don’t understand heaven, but what the crap am I going to do forever? Stare at glowy face Jesus? Float around as a spirit on the new earthly kingdom. Just hope we aren't like ghosts or else I’ll spend my eternity with watering eyes. Oh geez. I hope dinosaurs are involved in this new heaven.

7. Oh I’ve never mentioned my love for dinosaurs? I LOVE dinosaurs!
I love everything about them... tiny T-Rex arms, the mystery of their existence, the possibility of them being cool colors. Did they live with humans did? What happened to them? Were they kinder than we think of them now? Will God tell us what happened to them when we get to heaven? Will I ever know what it would be like to coexist with them? Can I pet one? I have a feeling that they aren't super gentle, so I’m glad we don't live with them, but I’d just like to be informed about what had happened.


Please tell me that you can relate to at least one of these. No? Ok well…