Going crazy trying to plan a trip to NYC in March. This is my first time planning something like this and it's stressing me out. Should we take the bus or the train? Should we stay in a hostel in the city or get a hotel room in Jersey? Should we stay two nights or three? How much money should I save? Grrrr... shall either be bald or grey by the end of this.

The main reason we're going is to see the Tim Burton exhibit at the Museum of Modern Art, but we will also be going to a Rangers game and a Devils game. Would probably try for an Islanders game to if this wasn't already going to be massively expensive. Still, I'm very excited. This will be the first time in the city that I get to do pretty much whatever I want. When I went with my aunt I had to do everything the adults wanted to do and on the class trip in 11th grade it was too hard to get everyone in my group to agree to anything, so we wandered aimlessly. Our trip last year doesn't count since we only had about 12 hours to works with.

I'm going to be selling some stuff on ebay to help pay for the trip. Mostly doujinshi/comics/graphic novels. Maybe some DVDs and an action figure or two. I'll post the link when I get my auctions up.

In other news, I decided not to do NaNo this year. I was really excited about it until I realized the story I wanted to write required way more research than I have time for at the moment. Maybe next year.

Hockey in a week! Mellon Arena, I missed you so much, baby. I can't wait to be inside you. Fuck the Ducks! Let's Go Pens!

I'm quite fond of the scene in Stranger Than Fiction where Harold says, "I brought you flours," and hands Ana the box, or bouquet rather, of various flours. It's clever and adorable and yeah, it's sappy. Fuck you.

I also really like the scene in Knocked Up where Ben hands Alison the empty ring box and proposes to her, explaining he can't afford a ring and the box is a promise for the ring he will one day give her. The following scene really pisses me off cuz they're being such bitches and making fun of him, but I would totally cry if I was proposed to like that. With joy. Who the fuck cares about a ring when a person is telling you they want to be with you for the rest of their life?

One more. At the end of Some Like It Hot when Joe, still in drag, kisses Sugar and says, "None of that, Sugar. No guy's worth it." Dunno why, exactly. It just makes me happy.

Such a girl. See, Jess, I can be girly.

Not a bad week. Katie and Andy came to visit me last Sunday, and that is always of the awesome. Way better than sitting alone in my living room all day stuffing my face and watching the Doctor Who marathon. Hopefully we will hang out again soon.

Went to hang out with Ollie on Wednesday and he made us delicious foodies. He made three pizzas: pepperoni, buffalo chicken, and cheeseburger. All very yummy, no matter what Ollie says. Plus he made us cookies and let us play with his kitties. What an excellent day.

Saturday night was supposed to be Becka's candle party, but it got cancelled and we just sat around and gorged ourselves instead. I made caramel apple bars (tasty but a bit too gooey and fall apart-y) and buffalo chicken pizza bagels (awesome, but a little soggy after being covered and perhaps a smidge too hot).

Yesterday I pretty much just slept into the afternoon and played with my laptop. Oh, and I did four loads of laundry, so I guess I was at least a little bit productive. I was going to clean my room, but it seems like after I get past the picking up dirty clothes stage, I just don't feel like doing it anymore. Watched enough of the Emmys to see Hugh Laurie not win. Has he ever won? I'm pretty sure he gets nominated ever year, but I can't remember if he ever won.

Today sucked pretty bad. Got to work to find my cake case completely wiped out. It looked decent when I left, but still not full. On top of that, the health inspector came in today and my manager had us running around making sure everything was okay. Fun stuff. But! When I got home I ordered the Multi-Sports package on Dish and now I've got the NHL Network and it fills me with glee and squee.

Nothing much planned for the week. Pay day is Friday and I can't fucking wait. Monies! Saturday's gonna suck since I'm stuck bagging by myself, but if it means Kitty gets to go see Michael Phelps, I think I can bear it.

Not much happening lately, but I figured I would post to let people know I'm still alive.

Kat started working at Bi-Lo with me last Wednesday. I think she kinda hates it, but will likely try to stick with it since the hours are perfect for hockey season. Missed games equal a couple of pissed off mopey bitches. I like working there so much more now that I have someone to talk to that shares my interests. She really mostly hated it because of that crazy bitch Linda, but she quit (HUZZAH!) on Sunday, so that's no longer an issue. It was either because everyone was treating her like shit because she's a bitch or because she got her hours cut for being a bitch. Either way, no more crazy bitch, plus Kat gets more hours. Yay!

Had to make a ton of posters for my grandma for an oldies dance thing. Waited til the last minute and ended up working on the stupid things for almost ten hours straight. Found out later she didn't like the format, even though she OK'ed it when I gave her the mock-ups. Blah.

Awesome Labor Day gathering at the Sunday residence. Good food, good company. My legs almost melted off from sitting to close to the bonfire, but other than that, good times.

Work sucked massively, but the joy of a Linda-free environment kept me going. I was supposed to leave at noon, but decided to stay until 2:30 to get more done since there was no cake decorator scheduled today. Also, it was Kat's first day closing by herself and I wanted to make sure she would be okay. We didn't get out until a little after 3. Bleurgh, but at least it will look nice on our paychecks. Went to bed around 5 expecting to have a pleasant little nap and didn't wake up until nearly midnight. Kinda pissed I slept the rest of my day away, but I've been lacking in the sleep department lately, so it was much needed.

Pens tickets go on sale Saturday at 10, bitches. Are you ready? I know I fucking am.

No sleep last night. Work in less than an hour. Blargh. Could be one of three things:

1) Too many thoughts keeping me awake.

2)I didn't get out of bed until 2pm yesterday, so maybe my body is telling me, "You got enough sleep already, you lazy bitch!"

3) I wanted to avoid a repeat performance of the dream I had the night before where Otis from The Devil's Rejects tore my eyes out and skull fucked the sockets.

Which one do you think it is?

Work on Wednesday wasn't too bad, minus the part where I spent 20 minutes looking for a cake order. It had been sitting in the same spot all day and when I got back from lunch it wasn't there. I tore my entire work station apart looking for it before asking if anyone had seen it/taken it. I probably should've asked sooner, but I felt like a jackass admitting I lost an order. Turns out the new girl took it to see how to correctly fill out a cake order form and then failed to put it back where she found it. Whatever, the cake was completed on time, no big deal.

( I'm not fuckin' goin' to the zoo. What are you, gay? )

Overall a very good day. And Friday is Sidney Crosby Day! and it's going to be awesome and we're going to run around like retarded five year olds. More on that later.

Kitty's grad party a couple weeks ago was a great success, minus the wind and rain. The drunks weren't too crazy this year, everyone got along, and Kitty made a ton of monies. We fat kids spent a good amount of time playing badminton, so there's our exercise for the rest of the summer. Overall, a very good time was had. Thanks to everyone that came!

I'm taking my paid vacation starting August 9. I'm finally getting it out of the way cuz 1) I need a fucking break, and 2) I honestly don't know how much longer I'll be able to keep working there and keep my sanity, so I had better take it to make sure I don't get screwed out of it. Sue wants me to start working eight hour days again, which is kind of awesome, considering I could really use the money, but sucks at the same time since I currently work the same hours as my mum, who works right down the street, and that would mean instead of just picking me up after she punches out she would have to go home for 2 1/2 hours and then come back to get me. I can't become motivated to learn how to drive because we have no room in the driveway for me to get my own car and I refuse to drive my dad's truck that I can barely climb into or my mum's frightening Exploder Explorer.

I can't wait to tell my manager that I'm taking the last few days of the year/first couple of days next year to go to Boston with Kitty and Carly. Officially, we're not allowed to ask for any days off in December, but too fucking bad. We've been planning our epic journey to the Winter Classic for a couple months now and I'll be damned if I get this worked up over it and then don't get to go just because people are too fucking lazy to make their own bread and treats for the holidays anymore. I'll tell her it's already paid for and I can't get out of it if I have to; I'm. Fucking. Going.

Last Friday was Geno's birthday and we were supposed to go to the zoo with Carly and her friend Ollie, but when we got there at 3 we were informed the zoo had closed at 2 in preparation for some kind of event. LAME. We were supposed to go the week before that, but did not due to shitty weather. So instead we went to the Pittsburgh Mills and bought candy and played DDR and looked for Pens merch and bought dresses for a wedding. Yes, I bought a dress. It's pretty and blue and purple and my boobs hang out a bit more than I'm comfortable with/used to, but I like it.

The wedding was nice, but boring after a while. I had never been to a wedding before, so I think that's why I stayed interested as long as I did. I only knew the family of the groom and as you can imagine, they were a bit busy, so mostly I just sat there with Mum and Kat. It was weird seeing Brian get married, since he's only a couple months older than me and I don't feel anywhere near mature enough to get married. Even at 23 I still have moments of "I need an adult! I need an - oh, wait." Of course, the having a boyfriend thing helps, but I don't really care about that at the moment.

We got to meet Kevin, the guy that gave us Capitals tickets back in January, and we thanked him a bunch of times and talked about hockey with him. He has season tickets for both the Penguins and the Capitals (how, I shall never know), so we might try to see if we can get more tickets from him this season. Dad wants to go to DC for a few days and maybe go to a game, which sounds awesome.

As far as I know, we are trying the zoo thing again tomorrow. I have to talk to Carly and also check the website to see if they are open regular hours. Then Friday is Sidney Crosby's birthday and we're gonna run around like retards and eat Chinese food and a cookie cake and watch his DVD. A good time will be had by all.

Thursday after work my aunt took me and my sister to the Grove City Outlets, where we ran around looking for hockey stuff. Out of all the stores there, we each ended up buying just one thing: we both got Pens pennants. Hers has the whole team with the cup (I had that one already) and mine says, "Sweet Revenge" on it. Both excellent purchases.

After we got home I passed out for a few hours so I wouldn't be dead for the drive-in. We went to see Public Enemies and Star Trek. Public Enemies was good and I'll watch it again, but bad choice for the drive-in. It's just not the right kind of movie. Too long, too serious. Especially in an environment where men run around with lit sparklers yelling, "I've got a sparkler!" Not kidding, that really happened. The movie was playing with Fighting, but none of us wanted to see that, and the only other second feature that hadn't started yet was Star Trek, so we watched that. Kat and I hadn't seen it yet, but for Jess, Brit, and Lee it was their fifth or sixth time. They pretty much sat in the car and chatted while Kat and I watched the movie. Sorry guys! I'm a pretty nerdy person, but Star Trek has never been one of my things, so I'm surprised I enjoyed it so much. Throughout the entire movie we kept yelling, "Bring the Russian guy back! Keep talking, Russian guy!" Yeah, I don't remember his name.

Didn't get home until almost 3am. Awesome, considering I have to get up for work at 5. I was a zombie at work and ever drank some coffee to wake myself up. Not doing that again, cuz it's gross and it didn't fucking help AT ALL.
After work we went out with Carly for her birthday. We were on a mission to find her a blue Malkin jersey. We went to the Cranberry Dick's, but no luck. All they had jersey-wise were marked down Sykora (weeps). We went to Kuhn's because Carly's mom had told us they had the life-sized Max Talbot cutout there, but we were shocked and appalled to find they had cut it in half! Why god why?! We went to pick up Kelly, then headed to the Dick's on McKnight. Once again we had no luck. We continued on to Ross Park Mall, where finally at Champs we found it. She put it on right away and walked around looking like a badass in her jersey and tutu (Yeah, tutu. It was her birthday and she dressed like a princess and it was adorable). Then we went back to her house and drank and watched ridiculous hockey videos on youtube. Good times.

Yesterday was Drew's birthday/going away party. He leaves at the beginning of August and it fucking sucks. Hopefully he'll come back every once in a while to visit. He wanted to rent Knowing and Push, so we ran around Butler trying to find a Redbox that had them, but they were all out of Knowing. I was quite relieved, because I hate Nic Cage and had zero interest in the movie, but would never say it considering it was Drew's b-day and he's leaving. Got Push, which was awesome and will most likely be purchased in the near future, and The International, which we didn't get around to watching. Somehow we ended up watching the Food Network instead and craving carnival food.

After the party I slept for twelve hours straight. It was glorious.

I'm still being shunned at work for calling off on Monday. It's really kind of hilarious. They think they are hurting my feelings by not talking to me, when actually I'm loving it and hoping they never talk to me again.

Also related to work, our night manager had a heart attack and died right in the middle of the floor at the store last night. He seemed like a pretty cool guy, though I didn't know him very well, and he was quite young to die of a heart attack. Very sad stuff.

On a brighter note: payday tomorrow! I have about $15 in my checking account right now, so I'm quite excited. We're going to check out the new Pens merch at Baseball Card Castle and pick up the cards they ordered from the warehouse for Kat's collection. Also gonna see if we can go to Joann Fabrics so I can get illustration board, a projector, and stuff for making jewelry. I feel like making things! Almost never happens, so I need to take advantage of it. Oooh! Maybe we can go to Whitey's too! (For those who don't know, Whitey's is this neat little shop on Main St. in Zelienople where they sell all kinds of random Pens/Pirates/Steelers stuff.)

On Wednesday I went with Kat and Andy to watch the game on the Trib Tron. To ensure good seats we pulled off a dangerous maneuver where we dumped Kat in the middle of the street, had her grab the chairs out of the trunk and haul ass to the arena while we looked for parking. The garage wasn't very far, but the downpour certainly made the trip seem a little longer.

We found Kat easily since the faithful were few, though the lawn was impressively populated for such shitty weather. My poncho was sacrificed to keep Kat's stuff dry, so I was soaked in seconds. Time before the game was spent watching people heckle the Caps fans that passed and listening to the annoying bitches behind us whine about the rain.

Everyone was shocked and surprised as the first goal came out of fucking nowhere. The weather was matching our moods: damp and dark, but we, the faithful, just kept up our cheers of LET'S GO PENS and our faith was rewarded. The rain stopped after the first period and we started scoring some goals. The wind was blowing and it was fucking freezing, so we yelled at the asses that were leaving the game early. Anything can happen in five minutes and guess what: it fucking did. The Caps tied it. Overtime. Vomit. As the game went into overtime it started to rain again. More assholes exited the building. What the fuck is wrong with you people your team needs you get the fuck back in there! If not for them, then for us poor, soaking wet souls that couldn't afford tickets. Then, at about the same time, two things happened: the rain stopped, and Kris Letang won the fucking game. Screaming and high fives all around.

We packed up quickly and made our way to Gate Two. The lack of the usual mob scene was quite shocking. We were right up on the rail and not too many people showed up after us to wait for the players. Mario Lemieux drove past and waved to everyone and we got to stare at him for a few minutes as he waited for traffic to clear up. Jeff Jimerson walked past and I was briefly retarded with glee, but Kat made me go get his autograph and I managed to tell him he has a beautiful voice.

Kat took her cute Ovechkin sign she made and went to stand on the ramp to get a better chance of him actually seeing it. A few of the other Caps players were looking at it, but Ovie only spared a brief glance at the crowd before getting on the bus. I missed him getting on the bus since I was too busy getting Miroslav Satan's autograph. Guerin stopped too, but he pulled up too far and only signed for a few people. Andy was lucky enough to get his hat signed. At some point a drunk guy from DC showed up and started ranting about how fucking awesome and Russian Malkin is, but how totally gay and Canadian Crosby is. It was pretty lulzy.

The Washington bus pulled out and Kat waved her sign at it. I'd like to think someone on the bus was like, "Hey Alex, look at that," and he saw it. She worked really hard on it and it's super cute. I was waving my Ovechkin shirt at the bus, just to let them know they have some Pittsburgh fans.

The security guys were being utter dicks and standing in the way of the players cars. A couple of the players, like Max, looked like they were going to stop, but couldn't because of the assholes standing around. Max kinda shrugged as if to say, "Sorry, guys," as he pulled out of the lot. I just wanted to ask the guy in charge, "If you're going to be an ass and not let anyone stop, can you just let us know so we aren't wasting our time?"

Kat and I had a minor freakout when we realized that Brooks Orpik was pulling up to sign shit. This was our fifth time waiting and he had never stopped before. And seriously, what a nice fucking guy. I always thought if I was that close to him ever I would feel way intimidated and not be able to approach him, because he ends lives and those eyes, but he was very nice and responded when spoken to, which doesn't always happen. I thanked him for signing my Pens yearbook and he said, "You're welcome." Sounds simple enough, but a lot of the time people just sign stuff and don't really see you, so it was nice. The security guy was being a dick and standing between the fans and the car, so he had to take the stuff and hand it to Brooks, except he wouldn't let go of anything and would hold onto it as it was signed. Brooks was getting pissed at him and started yanking stuff out of his hands so he could sign easier.

As usual, Flower was last. He signed my yearbook and said hi to Kat. Seriously, that man is such a sweetheart. His smile can probably melt things. And he has magic facial hair, cuz he was totally fuzz free on Wednesday and by Friday he had some impressive fuzzies going on. We're thinking he borrowed some from Max, cuz it's not like he'd miss it. Every Talbot is hairy.

So, a very good night, even if it was spent soaked to the bone. I'd like to go again and experience it on a nice day, and considering tonight's game, it looks like I'll have a few more chances to do so in the near future.

My coworker Linda just completely blew me away today. I noticed the date and said to her, "Fun fact: today is Billy Joel's birthday." She stared at me and asked, "Who?" I was shocked. "Piano Man?" I said, mimicking playing the piano. "I don't know who that is." Could've knocked me over with a feather. She's 50 years old. How the fuck can you not know the Piano Man?! If anything, I should be the one with no clue who he is.

To make matters worse, as coworkers were discussing soup recipes, she told us she had never heard of potato soup. WTF?!! Potato soup! How can you not know these things?

So I was at work yesterday and I randomly was thinking about how I used to watch the Golden Girls with Mum when I was little. Several hours later my sister informed me that Bea Arthur died.

That is so fucked up.

It's been a while and a ton of awesome stuff has happened, so I figured I should post something.

For starters, I was a big nerd and made myself a fabulous Penguins bag with iron-on transfers. It's got the current logo on the front and the numbers of every player that played this season running along the strap. I spent way more time on it than I'm willing to admit.

( March 25 we went to the Pens/Flames game. )

That took forever for me to write, so I'll write about the Devils game and my experience playing the Staal Brothers Drinking Game later. Probably tomorrow before we leave for the Islanders game (fuck yes I'm so excited).

There was some epic hockey happening last night in Pittsburgh and I WAS FUCKING THERE. Hooray for Student Rush! rainbow_sin and I made some sweet signs and got our pictures taken and put up on the Pens website. You can see it here. Isn't the little Kris Letang she made so cute?

We had seats right next to the runway so we got to see the Pens as they went on/came off the ice. Right before they came out the first time one of the ushers was explaing to the little kids that they couldn't have flashes on their cameras and couldn't reach out to the players. Then he turned to us, the only two women standing there, and said no throwing ourselves at them, grabbing, groping, kissing, etc. I was kind of offended but amused at the same time. I got to see Talbot and Fleury dancing and it was so cute! They did it before every period, but Kitty couldn't get a good shot the first two times, so I took the camera before the third and got an awesome video of the dancing and all the guys going out onto the ice. I might try to put it on YouTube at some point, if the dial-up will let me.

We both made it up on the jumbotron near the end of the third. I was jumping and screaming cuz I'll be damned if I make a sweet-ass sign like that and not make it up there. I'm really surprised I can speak today, I was yelling so much. My throat was so dry and I felt like I was going to cough up a lung near the end, but there was no way I was leaving my seat for anything so common as water. That shit's everywhere; it can wait.

Shoot outs make me physically ill, but it's okay, cuz Kris got one in and then Geno won it for mum and dad, who were in attendence. My hands are sore from the high fiving that went down. I don't think anything has ever made me as happy as those fucking boys.

I really need to make some hockey icons.

In case anyone is interested, I will be the freak holding the 'HAPPY 25th #25' sign at the Pens game tonight.

Also... we will be hanging these in various bathrooms throughout Mellon Arena in honor of Mr. Talbot's birthday.

Wheee! I'm going to the Pens/Sharks game tomorrow! It's Superstar's birthday so I'm going to be ridiculous and make a Happy Birthday sign and he'll probably see it cuz I got an A seat! Watch me be lame and be too shy to hold it up.

Other than that, not too much going on. Still doing the cake thing. I'm a little bored with it, but fuck trying to find another job right now. It wouldn't be so bad, but my table is right at the bakery entrance so I get to deal with all of the customers. Blah. Most of them ask me if we have certain items that I know for a fact we have and they were just too lazy to look for it. Or its old people wanting me to open packages because they only want one or two, not the whole package. Old people are really fucking weird about their bread.

And the thing that pisses me off the most: if you're going to order a cake, please please PLEASE do it at least one day in advance. Don't be a dick and call or walk in expecting to get a cake in the next half hour. It's really rude and lazy, especially for a birthday cake. The date of the birthday never changes, so you know well in advance when you need a cake. So don't get pissed when you call wanting a super special cake in twenty minutes and I tell you I can't do it. I have considerate customers that put their orders in early and they are my top priority.

And fuck the people that stand there and watch me the entire time and tap their shoes or sigh like I'm wasting their precious time when they're the ones that waited until the last minute to get a cake or surprise! showed up three hours early to pick up a cake I haven't even started yet. Back the fuck off, you're making nervous. Go browse; there's other shit in the store.

It's really weird how my post went from super happy to rage, so I'm gonna use my Ed Wood icon to switch it back to happy.

Underworld: Rise of the Lycans. Other than that it was a pretty decent film. I think I liked it better than the other ones, but that's probably because I always prefered the Lycans to the Vampires. Also, Michael Sheen looked disturbingly like Simon Pegg the whole film and that made it slightly more awesome.

I bought Hockey for Dummies and Eats, Shoots & Leaves, which I am very ridiculously excited about. And then at Best Buy I finally bought Freaks and Geeks! Very excited.

Also, yesterday was Andy's birthday and I was lame and forgot. Fail. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANDY.

I've been meaning to write, but I was too lazy. Katie poked my via text message today telling me I need to update, so I guess that finally got me motivated.

Last Wednesday I went to the Pens/Capitals game with Kat and Carly. We left at around 5:30, which we thought would give us plenty of time considering Pittsburgh is right fucking there, but that was rather silly of us. The roads were terrible, so we had to drive very carefully, and then once we got to Pittsburgh the traffic was absolutely ridiculous. We were on the Veterans Bridge for at least a half hour and then finding parking was a nightmare. We let Kat out right in front of the arena so she wouldn't miss any of the game while we fucked around trying to find a parking space. We ended up spending $15 for parking a fair distance away, but we were lucky since we got the last spot in that lot. Then we had to hurry, but not too quickly since it was so slippery. I nearly fell flat on my ass several times, but somehow managed to stay upright. We finally made it inside and were quite lucky to find our seats so quickly considering we both hadn't been there for about a decade. By the time we sat down we had missed 12 minutes of the game. I guess we were lucky, since Mum heard on the radio the next day a lot of people missed the first period entirely.

The game was awesome, even if the Pens lost 6-3. It was my first game, so I was a little disappointed there were no fights and a lot upset that so many players got hurt while I was there. After the first period we sat and cooed at the little baby hockey players. Apparently I kept yelling horrible things at Michel Therrien the whole time, but I don't really remember anything I said.

After the game we checked out the merch and I got a pair of Penguins earrings. Earlier I got a little SD Penguin player keychain. He's a goofy looking little bastard, but I like it. I wanted to get a Talbot t-shirt, but they only had black ones in XX and they were ginormous. All the other sizes only came in that icky powder blue, so I didn't get one.

Outside I was taking Kat's picture in front of the arena when she noticed a bunch of people standing around. It was the ramp where all the players park their cars and exit! There were these awesome guys there that showed us pictures they had taken with players and other important hockey people and told us a story about drinking beer in the parking lot with Max Talbot. We stood around a while and saw the following: Pascal Dupuis, Sergei Gonchar, Dany Sabourin (waaah!), Tyler Kennedy, Jordan Staal, Petr Sykora, Max Talbot, Dustin Jeffrey, Miroslav Satan, and... I'll get to it. Kat yelled out, "TK!" and got a fist pump from Kennedy. She gave Satan the nod and then felt like a douche for a split second until he returned it. Everyone was yelling Talbot's name and he pretty much ignored them, but then Kat yelled out, "SUPERSTAR!" and he turned around and waved. Staal walked out and Kat said I froze up and went all retarded, which I totally believe because that man is fucking pretty and also fucking awesome. I was too shy to yell anything to Talbot too and I want to hit myself for it. I did, however, blow kisses to Staal as he pulled out of the lot, though mostly because I was fairly certain he wouldn't see me doing it.

There was this lady with her husband/boyfriend/whatever and they were standing slightly away from everyone else and I heard her say something about wishing she had a scraper to clean the snow from someone's car. Turns out she was talking about Marc-Andre Fleury, because she knows each of the cars he drives and was standing right above his car waiting for him to come out. Her SO was getting annoyed because it was so cold and started pulling her away, so she told us, "Yell extra loud for me when Fleury comes out," and while we were making our promises, out comes the man himself. We went fucking nuts. He kept turning back around and waving and he's the cutest little thing ever. And he's so fucking nice. He cleaned off his car and then he cleaned off the car next to his. The crazy lady went to see if she could get his autograph. We waited around to see if he would stop at the exit where people were gathered. When he pulled over his car, which, I was informed by crazy lady, is an Escalade, Kat ran as fast as I had ever seen to get her sketchbook signed. I didn't see it, but she said she almost took out most of the people standing there from sliding and even grabbed onto someone to keep from falling over. I kept looking and then looking away because I knew how upset she would be if she didn't get it, but I looked over and she was waving her arms triumphantly as he drove away. She then proceeded to call a ton of people to tell them about the best thing that ever happened to her. I'm really glad I convinced Carly to stay that extra ten minutes, or else we would have missed him.

And then we went to Denny's. The end.

Other then that, I've been playing Harvest Moon a lot. Considering I wouldn't be caught dead on a real farm, I find it rather funny I can sit around all day and raise crops/animals on a virtual one.

It's been a few months since my last post, so one of my New Year's resolutions was to increase my online presence, as I am turning into a bit of a hermit. I've been pretty active on Facebook lately, even though trying to multi-task on dial-up has been killing me. I need to see if we are able to get internet offered by Dish all the way out here.

Not much has been happening. I'm still decorating cakes at Bilo and still without a driver's license (or permit, even). Christmas passed and was pretty awesome, as was New Year's Eve. Katie and Andy visited last week and that was made of win, except after they left I was sad because it made me realize how much I miss everyone up in Edinboro, which is part of the reason for me trying to be online more often. Yesterday was my birthday, and that was all right, I guess. I was much more excited about it being my sister's 18th birthday.

Umm... I like hockey now. Go Pens! That's about it, I think.

I don't really know how to tell you this, but I dislike you. I think I realized it that night in your apartment and I saw you sit on my father. I'm sure you're scarred enough to understand that I did a sex-change. I'm returning the couch cushions to you, but I'll keep the results of your blood-sample as a memory. You should also know that I will tell the authorities about a new life as a clone.

Your everlasting enemy,
-jannamaxwell

( How you do the Letter Meme )