Sunday, October 31, 2004
Friday, October 29, 2004
Things not to do in Denver when you're dead...
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
A marvelous revolation
If ya'all wear lotion. or "apply" it, try microwaving the bottle for 30-45 seconds (if it's big) ... if it's smaller, shorter time... then lather it on. Oooooh... feels so good on the skin! :)
And i'm thinking this may be usefull to men, as well... ;) heeheehee
Junk and Stuff
I went to Frightmare Last night and had so much fun! They pick out anything that could ever possibly bug/scare you and throw it in a cornfield. FUN! YOu should go. The adreneline rush is worth the $13. skip paying $6 extra for the VIP line tho... we got in pronto.
I'm also considering hitting up a Rocky Horror Picture Show, as the movie sucks, but the live thing is always a blast. I went last year (for the first time) with J-man and laughed histerically because this girl that was crushing on him was in the play and pulled him onstage to dance. He's white.
"There are two things i don't do well. Basketball and Dance."
He wasn't wrong. hahahahaha.
Regardless, karma kicked my butt for laughing at him after the show. As we were 'mingling' with stage crew after the performance, Rocky (this african american dude in a gold speedo) came up to me and said, "Oh heeeeyyyyy!!!!" Arms outstretched, and still in his speedo, he gave me a most friendly hug. It was uncomfortable and confusing, until i figured out that he was my downstairs neighbor. Nice guy.
Damn, i have so many stories from last year. Livin with Cabnet-ee CHicken girl. (love her). Some guy across the street left me a note on our front door that he wanted to cook me dinner sometime... so he did, and left it on my front porch. Kick-ass date. Free food, and no akwardness of lame conversation.
Hank (Rocky Horror) left a note under the surname "Henry" ---
"Hey Sexy Lady... why don't you come out with me sometime to have a beer. "
I never responded because i had no idea who Henry was... Shame.
I had also caved and bought a cell phone. All summer long I recieved phone calls from a slew of guys (whom i'm assuming were hot) for "Sam."
"Hey, is Sam there?"
"This is."
"Uhh..."
Or they would leave messages saying, "Yo Sam, what's up dogg... i've been in the hospital, what you up to man? Did you have your girlfriend do your voicemail or what?"
After talking to a few of them, i finally discovered that some guy named Sam had my number before me. Wierd, huh?
Wierder still... My puppy Ella used to have free roaming ground of the apartment complex. We'd leave the front door open, she'd run around and come home when I called her. Everyone around got worried and would call saying, "Hey--- i have your dog!" One of them turns out to be a guy named "Sam." He lives next door to us, sharing a bedroom wall with my roomie, and it is the very same Sam who claimed my phone number previous to my ownership. Freaky. Fate...maybe?
Last year was good. Way good. I think possible the best year thus far in my 22 (almost 23) years of life. Great living situation...great roomie, close best friend and finally conquered all the past relationship strife...really hot, smart, sami's ideal man around... really kick-ass grades. I laughed a lot, too. Something i haven't been doing so much of here... just for awhile after I had started dating this tall Italian lover that told me my most endearing quality was that i smiled and laughed so much. Not that I'm sad. At all. Just... different I suppose.
Speaking of which... you know what a really great trait in a guy is? Smile Lines around the eyes.
I forgot how great Jason Mraz is. Listening to a piano rendition of "0% Interest." Rawr. Though... i'm not so sure i can listen to him so much cause he makes me sad ... :(
What's that quote from High Fidelity? Somethign about... Are we sad before the music, or did the music make us mopey, degenerative bastards. what is that...?
Matt Nathanson is here twice next month (Nov 16 and 17).
I'm excepting donations for, "Send Sami to Flagstaff Fund." If you'd like to contribute, please leave your comment at the bottom (anyone is able), or call my cell phone if you have the number, or e-mail me at samimcscratch@aol.com. Or... send me mail, via postal... i heart snail mail.
I think i'm going to dress up in a full-coverage costume this year so that i can go trick-or-treating.
Sunday, October 24, 2004
just a few things...
Thursday, October 21, 2004
I'm sorry... i have the attention span of a ferret...
After all of the discussion, i decided to finally go pick up Farenheit 9/11 and give it a looky-loo. I got comfy on the couch, watched intently and 20 minutes later, fell asleep. I figured I was tired so i went and crawled in bed. Turned out i was just bored by the film.
i appreciate moore's egocentric views and passion on the whole subject, but i suppose i have too much practice in social cognition - using thought and emotions to understand other people.
(Yes... this is about to turn into a short psychology lesson and political rant):
Often, i think people have the tendency to make internal more than external attributions for other people's behaviors, i.e. people tend to underestimate situational factors. (Fundamental Attribution Error). As i watched Bush sit in that classroom of 6th graders and just sit... and sit... and sit... i didn't think "Yeah --- i bet he's thinking about how much he fucked up... how much he should have been at work... how much he's been hooked up in his life and now he's going to totally get called on it."
Instead of guilting into the self-serving bias (thinking attributions are internal only when behavior outcome is good... thinking attributions are bad only when behavior outcome is bad), i thought more about how would i feel if i were sitting there, the leader of our country, just informed that a major landmark had just been attacked by terrorists?
I remembered a time my brother, who has severe cerebral palsey, underwent a serious siezure. By no means was it his worst, because i've seen him push through 25-30 minute ordeals that left him exhausted and passed out for hours afterward in the hospital. This particular time only lasted about five minutes. I use the term 'only' loosely, as this is still considered serious when involving a 10-year-old, 30lb boy, but when comparing it to some of the 1/2 hour episodes over the past 10 years, it seems a little less dismal.
I remember being in the livingroom, on the couch with my brother, and after three minutes of his siezure had passed (which by the way, feels like three hours), my mom went upstairs to do... something... Suprisingly, my mom and i switched rolls.
"Should i call 911? Do you want me to get him a blanket? should i get him a towel? or hold him?"
i was all of a sudden top personal assistant... meanwhile, my mom stood still... stunned and basically in shock. While i was downstairs on hold with an ambulance, my mom was standing in the door to her closet at a dead still, trying to decide which shoes to wear.
a few minutes later, the seizure stopped, the ambulance arrived, and everything was fine. But you have to think about the moments during, and how the situation was handled.
My mom is the most together, most amazing person i know. She raised my brother and i completely on her own, WHILE goign to school, WHILE working 7-5 AND while getting her Masters in business from 6-10 about four nights a week. I would by no means call her stupid or an idiot or be appauled at her behavior that particular time of panic.
I can't help but apply this to Bush during that time. He looked scared, worried and unsure of what to do. If you were sitting there, how would you feel? How would you react and how would you make a plan of action when there are 11-year-old kids sitting in front of you and know you only as the leader of their country?
Granted, Bush has made some mistakes. But i feel with the upcoming elections, it's hard to make a decision on who to vote for at all. Kerry keeps flip-flopping on some major platforms. Who wants such a flakey president? Meanwhile, Bush comes across as the under-educated kid in class who was supposed to prepare a 5-minute speech on (insert subject here), but instead, smoked pot the night before and is now just standing before the rest of the class saying, "Uh.. um.... yeah..." It seems that michael moore has put him across as the kid so blessed to the dynasty of cash who just relies heavily on connections to get him where he is today. But ... who doesn't do that? If you can get an 'in' somewhere, don't you take it?
Now we don't even have Nadar to waste our votes away... I wish there was a different democratic candidate. Dean could atleast give the liberal americans something to vote for... something to get excited about it. Most of you voting for Kerry are just doing so because you hate Bush, and I think that's wrong, too.
For all of you who are already in decision, great. Practice your freedom to vote, and go do it. For those of you who have no f-cking idea which way you lean and are going mostly on what you've heard and how you 'percieve' each candidate to be, for the love of PETE, get online, look at candidate's platforms, make a pro/con list and weigh your options. Be educated about it and be proactive. Try to seperate all the negative slander and propoganda from the facts and try to figure out what the real deal is. Maybe if people ran with more positive attitudes, looking at the incredible things that america has to offer instead of focusing so damn heavily on all the social/economical problems we have, it'd be a hell-of-a-lot easier to figure out who to support.
I think i'd support anyone with the ability to give me a kick ass back/shoulder/neck massage right now. Not even all the running i've been doing is helping...
Off to write more. 'woo-hoo.' I SAID... woo. hoo.
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Oh fair, Verona...
Take a Tour of Verona!
I want to go so badly now! :( I have a farewatcher off of Travelocity because i was supposed to hit up England in May to go visit a friend of mine who was studying abroad, but it never happened. An e-mail i recieved two days ago said a roundtrip ticket from DIA to London Heathrow was just $270... DAMN... 24 hours later, it was back up at $380 or somethin... I think next time that happens, i'm splurging and i'll make up the difference at a later date. I still need to get a passport, too...
So i have to ask all of you who have seen previews for "The Grudge. (woohoo.. sara michelle geller...ieesh)" Is this the sequel to the Ring? Just wondering... i got that impression.
I love Halloween. hardcore release of all the super awesome scary movies--- same with christmas. It's like they save all the good stuff until the end of the year and just give all us obsessive movie goers a big fat present.
I also love the Red Sox... way to go boys. I think the yankees went home tonite and had an aggressively homosexual pity orgy. Good riddance. you're going to have to have seven more when you LOOSE AGAIN TOMORROW!
IT's about time. And I'm not really sure why i'm so verdantly angry when it comes to the Red Sox/Yankees rivalry, but DAMMIT the stupid yanks piss me off. Arod was a f-cking dick today slapping the ball out of the way. take the out like a man, bitch. i mean banshee.
the new word for bitch, is now banshee. tho... it's awefully fun to say "beeyyottttchhh"
I'm out for family guy and the horrible torture that is writing about cool places in Italy, but not having actually had the experience of getting to see them in person... *sigh*
oh... by the way... speaking of halloween - go to Jamba Juice and get a Pumpkin Pie Smoothie. Woooahhhhh heaven in a 16-ounce styraphone cup!
Monday, October 18, 2004
Rizzed fo Shizzel...
but --- we got to listen to the game in the car and boston freakin beat the yanks (finally) HURRAH! screw you derek jeter. how can you like a guy that dates mariah carey anyway?!?
btw... i still want to see (despite my dislike) the MTV Cribs where she changes her outfit like, 18 times for every room in her house...
Hmm... I did a LOT of thinking this weekend. made tons of observations... thinkin' bout me... mi familia --- worried about some things. meh. this will have to stew for awhile... i'm still in heavy thot mode, and that usually means i'm on the verge of some really good revelations...
i also went dark on the hair-front on saturday. Teresa's mom did it for me. "Chocolate" in the bottles, but damn... it brought out all these incredible red colors. intense.
here are photos... because i have a digi and i am a photo whore.
oh and a p.s. i'm going to be an AUNT!
Friday, October 15, 2004
Great Faces, Great places...
I started somewhat of a hissy fit on purpos with my 'best friend' last nite, just to be angry... which i think was pointless, and i felt bad about it directly after because he already is not feelin' so hot right now... but dammit! It got me to thinking about how i always go all out to make a point when i am angry (and i am, legitimately so) then appologize too quickly. I'm trying to find the nice balance of standing up for myself and keeping everyone else happy as well...
Although i know it's impossible to control anyone but myself, i think myabe i'll focus on the first thing a little more.
I'm also working on (haha... aren't you glad you're privvy to all of my littles self-improvement goals right now? not....) keeping a lower profile. I tend to blow up about my problems to a few select friends, when the problem usually resolves itself in a matter of 24-72 hours. plus, the less i talk about my shit, the less people ask questions, therfore making me a lot less angry and upset and the people around me a lot happier that i'm not some total nut job (riiiiight...)
So my mom has gone all queer eye on the house, and it looks kick-ass amazing. my old room is now a guest room, and wicked pimped out. i'm happy to stay there all three days :) big fatty king sized bed that is THE most comfortable bed i've slept in for awhile (besides mine... ha!). I crawled out of it this morning at 7:30 to go my alternative health care guy (after only 4 hours of sleep). I'm going to go watch meet joe black and take a nice little nap. i hadn't even seen it until this year (when i was taking care of anthony on his 'sick day' about a month ago) and i love it!
Sorry no photos or links for now, kids. i'm usually much more fun - but i'm on vaca and notso much up for that shi-zizzle.
Remind me to write about Emininem later tho...
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Picture Pages...
Jamie Jammin'
Me and Jamie Cullum
Jake Shimabukuro- Ukulele extrordinaire... and one really cool guy (with me). haha
all photos are compliment Doc over at Barfly Photography. He is super great.
Monday, October 11, 2004
I am FILLED with Christ's Love!
I've also come up with my halloween costume, me thinks... by suggestion of another friend of mine:
See it, don't steal it:
"be a one night stand! wear a real slinky dress, fish net tights and hot shoes, then balance some how a top of a table (cardboard box to look like a table) on your head. afix to the table 2 cigarettes, condom wrapper, candle, and a plastic champagne glass!"
hmm... i had to go look for another job today because the restraunt i applied at pushed the start date back another week (for the 4th time) and i don't really feel like waiting anymore...
So i went into Dixon's and the bartender was totally mr. positive man. Very nice. I filled out my app, and think i may have some luck because my friend is roomates with the manager, and had worked there for 6 years... When i left, i gave my app to the bar guy and he was like "I'll make sure this one doesn't get lost! i hope you get the job."
I turned around, walked out, and on my way out the door, i heard, "Was i being too obvious about that?" I got in my car and almost cried because i was already frustrated about the job thing earlier and i figured that he was pouring on the mocking syrup, ie: "ha! she'll never get this job," but after talking to a few guys, i've gotten the somewhat different feedback:
"He wanted you."
hmm... didn't get that at all, but it makes me feel less worse, so i guess i'll go with that.
i'm heading home this thursday. everyone's coming home (woohoo) and i def. need some family time. I will have to buck up and work on all of these articles... (gross. motivationless). The downer attitude certainly warrents mopey lay-around-the-house-and-watch-hgtv behavior much more easily than, "yae! i'm going to be super accomplished girl!" bum bum bum!
(did you know christopher reeves a.k.a. superman died today? sad!)
oooh. Loveline is on. I'd hook you up with a website, but they don't have one. SAD!
i haven't worn underwear for the past two days. i'm sorry, but i refuse to rock the butt-floss. thongs SUCK.
"I'm going comando!" you should try it. it's quite... pleasant.
Blame it on my youth
i am so content right now... the most i've been in say... a long while :) it feels very nice. i'm sure part of that can be credited to having spent my entire day with my aunt, uncle and 3-year-old cousin annie b. i love kids. i love how they just do what's in thier heart and dont give anything a second thought. they're so unconditional. i wish i could be more like that -
we ran down Market going "RAWR!" like monsters the whole way home. it even attracted a few fairly-attractive passersby ha. :-)
I'm also super exhausted from the concert last nite, then getting up for breakfast at 8:30. i'm about to crash (for as long as i damn well please) and i think i get to go up driving into the mountains tomorrow. yae! company.
i have to fill in about the jamie cullum concert soon --- as well as jake shimabukuro - ukulele extrordinaire. other than that --- i'm going to bed appeased, unbitter and... most in-store for some very pleasant dreams...
Sunday, October 10, 2004
If you want to spend some time with me...
oooooh. beloved Jamie Cullum. What an adorable little ball of energy! he was phenomenal! I had soooo much fun - and had the most front row seat possible. I ended up being pushed up against the stage against a speaker about a foot from Sebastian, the drummer. FUN FUN FUN! Jamie actually did a running jump over my head. haha -- i panicked, but just for a second.
His opener was awesome, too. MAD Ukeleli skills... gives good hugs, too.
Btw... when you meet jamie, he kisses you on the cheek and gives amazingly great hugs --- like, the "i'm gonig to hold you for awhile, so just chill in my arms for a minute or two."
cute. I have some picture from my phone, and i also made friends with the guy that does photos for the Soiled Dove and he took a pic of me with Jake (opener) and Jamie as well. Had a good conversation with SEbastian (love that name). Those boys are all so nice! :)
YAE for concerts. i love them. certainly cured this weeks foul,foul,foul mood. I'm a chicken, man. FOWL!
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Saved!
I kept hearing that this was atrocious... but, i just finished my first viewing and i loved it. I love that Jena Malone (Donnie Darko, Life as a House) played lead. Humorous... beat on the serious bible thumpers, but had an actual story ---and Maculy Culkin was actually bearable...a-mazing.
and i think i saw --- directed by Michael Stipe? whaaaaat? not sure - i'll have to research that...
On another note, i've made some decisions in the past...six hours or so.
1. i'm done being angry with a certain boy in denver whom had promised (genuinly) a bunch of really great things to offer up in my life, but instead, placed me as a question mark and thus... a convenience item (i swear these are the worst kind of kinds... and even more horrible than that, is that i always attract these exact types of Alpha Males... bah!)... so, good riddance, god help you and good luck with that in the future. would it really have been that difficult to just tell me you just weren't that into me? coward. (ok... now i'm done)
2. my heart is totally not into boys, entertaining dates with boys, or anything having to do with boys for that matter. being persued just makes me annoyed. because i feel smothered by even the slightest mention of a "oooh. will you meet for lunch/dinner/a movie?!" and i'd inevitably end up disapointing the guy anyway --- because he's all relationshippy and i'm just... **meh. is it so wrong that i want something great? something that warrants a strong gut feeling and something to write home about without doubts that i'm going to inevitably end up hurt, here? i am so tired of that bullshit...
(**this doublee sucks because i am lonely as hell out here, without friends, and am resorting to going over my minutes and usage charges on my phone to solicit conversations with companions littered in droves around the country...)
3. i'm officially asexual. haha. unless it be a relationship with myself, then consider me a turtle, chicken or...any other one of god's great creatures in the animal kingdom who lays eggs.
kapish? kapish.
Now i'm going to go watch a movie full of sex (Unfaithful - diane lane is so hot!)...and spit out another article... this time on the lovely, romantic isles of Venice, Italy. ahhhh...
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Letterbomb...
I also slept 12 hours last nite, which was phenomenal. I woke up once at 6:30 to down some water, and then again at 8 after a rather interesting dream.
My friend Justin and I were playing some kind of Plinko game (a la Price is Right) to try and win money. We had to spell out "d-i-m-e-s" to win $5000, and if not, we got however much money each letter was worth. I was in a dead sleep on my back when i woke up to Holiday tossing around a film cannister in the bathroom. That makes sense. Everpresent sounds of the plinko chip making it's way down the nail-infested Plink Board. PLINKO! We ended up with $5000... ching ching ching ching.
I may be adopting another member into my family very soon. My mom hates our cat Maynard. Understandably so, as he is loud, has human eye-balls and goes out of his way to make her life impossibly difficult.
Exibit A: He seriously is 16 pounds with THE highest pitch meow i have ever heard out of a cat. He'll cry to go outside, then two-minutes later, cry to get back inside... notably seconds after my mom has just cleaned the cat box. He beelines for the box, pinches a loaf, and then comes out to the kitchen to wipe his ass on the white rug by the sink.
Exibit B: Jumping on the counter the minute my mom gets on the phone to stick his textured little cat tongue in her freshly poured ice water.
Exibit C: My parents recently purchased a brand new set of bedding. Just after it was placed on the bed, guess who was in the middle of it, rubbing his stinky cat body all over the covers?
"Get down!" Five minutes later, he's back in the legs-up position.
arrrrgg! So, why do i want him, do you ask?
Because he's freaking hilarious... and he doesn't pull that shit with me. I think his mission in life is to souly irritate my mother. hahahaha.
Plus he's just a big gay cat with a big gay heart. He worries about everything and everyone, and he'll keep Holiday from talking about all the dust particles all the freaking time. BAH!
I have more stories, but my writing abilities are currently whored out for the day... It's Van Wilder and bedtime for me.
and uh.. just for sheer, oogling pleasure...
oooogrararrrllll...
Monday, October 04, 2004
Ferrocious!
I'm rockin the fake Lisa Loebs. Which is funny, because I feel somewhat smarter, which is so... unreasonable and absurd. But, whatever works, yeah?
I need all the motivation i can get right now. I'm excited to write, but i think i got about... 3 1/2 hours of sleep last nite.
Anyone listen to Green Day's new album, American Idiot, yet? If you have, you should let me know what you think. I'm writing a big phatty article on it right now.
"Some pretty wierd and wild stuff!"
Oak and Tres may head down here this weekend, which rocks total casbah. I sure hope so. I could use some friends, as I am pretty much without in this big city that is in Denver. Lucky yous, means you get me on the internet all...the...time. Shyeah--- LOSER!
I did find the coolest mountain trails to go running on up by my home. So fun because the hike up to the top is a mega-bitch, but once you arrive --- the city is the apple of your eye, but no one can even detect your existence. I do jumping jacks, lunges, and belly-dance around mostly then run the mile-and-a-half down the mountain. I think i actually got a serious(runners) high the last two days, and plan to hit that up again tonite.
"huh...heh..heh...huh"
One last thing... i'm totally and utterly sucked into The Surreal Life 3. I can't believe they named the dog Coochie... but i do have to say... i have a new-found respect for Dave Coullier and Charo is amazing at guitar.
P.S. In leu of searching for a coullier photo... i found a special treat for all ya'all.
Sunday, October 03, 2004
Dad is So GREAT!
great great great great great!
Actually, i made the cake. And it's Devil's food, not chocolate... and it has white frosting. Ohgarrrggrrr ...
These are currently random things that i'm thinking about:
* Jodie Sweetin went through one-hell-of-an akward teenage stage.
* That jazzy segway music on Full House is realllly tacky.
* Why do only old guys with names like, "Gus" hit on me? It only make me think of the chubby house mouse on Cinderella. "Uhhh.. Guth guth! Thinder-elleee!"
* Ever notice how there are more bi-sexual women than men?
* Where the $*#@ is my BRA?!
* I am allergic to cigarette smoke! Massive headache tonite (again, per my body's usual routine) from the bar. I should probably move to California...
* Alternate names for every-day objects:
Dryer = Closet
Chair = Place to put my clothes
Couch = Bed
Desk = Dinner Table
Shower = Studio 54
and...i'm out...
I"m nominal. problems solved, so i'm just enjoyin' a phat piece of cake with ice-cold milk... trying not to get too overwhelmed on all of the writing projects. i feel so uninteresting today.
I guess no news is good news...
for now.
p.s. is this being read? i have no bloody idea...