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It's been one hell of a long time since I posted anything here.
Hell, it's been one hell of a long time since I've been here. I'm slowly weaning myself away from MySpace. I've learned to keep to myself over there, and just stick to what I know. However, I still manage to add that one person that causes trouble. Now I'm forced into private for a while. I'll probably be stuck in private until I get a new job. Word of the wise, never add your assistant manager to your friends list. Chances are he may read your BLOG.
Sigh. I'm just hoping I'm not going to have to delete that profile.
So I'm looking to find another site to call home for a while. Where weirdos won't read your crap, delete you, then set their profiles to Private.
(At least, I think it's because he read my blog.  )
So I'll be frequenting here more often. And posting random crap. Watch out. 
Tags: Bored MySpace Boring
Holy crap, it's been too long.
Um . . . technically I have no excuse for my absence. Well, other than the fact that life took over, in a major way.
Every thing just kinda happened all at once. Pregnancies (no it's not me),jobs, school,the loss of friends,being stalked by other friends, having your sister move back in with you, fighting with creditors, and yet another major move.
Yeah, a lot can happen when you least expect it. A lot can blindside you when you least expect it.
My reaction to these kind of situations is to,drop everything,throw my hands up in the air, and run towards it screaming at the top of my lungs. Basically, I'm just trying to make myself bigger than I really am. (Which is kind of a necessity when you're only 5'3". )
Now I'm settled again (this time in Morganton, NC) I'm trying to pick up the things I "dropped." I was literally sitting on my break yesterday at work trying to remember the names of all the social communities I was registered on.
Time really does fly when you having fun, doesn't it?
Okay, I don't know about you guys, but I am hooked to ghost shows.
Not the kind of shit, where there are a bunch of actors running around screaming because a supernatural force has come back from beyond the grave to take it's revenge on their family. I mean shows like "Ghost Hunters" and "Celebrity Paranormal Project."
Now, I'm sitting there tonight drinking a beer, writing a study guide for class (blah), and watching "Celebrity Paranormal Project" when it hit me: Why can't I do something like this?
Oh, wait a minute . . .I know why.
Because I'd be the ass to hear an unearthly noise coming from the other side of the room and go running after it.Leaving everyone else to wonder, "Where the hell did Ember go?"
Then there's the adrenaline issue.
I just saw Kimberly Caldwell on CPP tonight, yeah. She is in the rec room all by herself when a ghost starts whispering in her ear.
What does she do?
She freaks out. And when I say freaks out, I mean FREAKS OUT. Screaming, crying, calling for her partner's name, frozen stiff (whoops!), the works.
Her partner, Evan Farmington by the way, comes running to her. She calms down enough to tell him what happened, he asks her if she wants to leave. She says, "Yeah . . ."
Um . . . if that had been me I probably would have said, "No. No, leave the room. I want to see if it does it again."
What the hell does that say about me?
I just sat there screaming for them to go back while waving my beer around.
My question: Now that you know a vice of mine, what is one of yours? I really want to know.
I know it's been a while since I've written or even been on here.
I only say that because I see it as a social duty to come on here once and a while. I've been running around like a mad woman as of late. Trying to tie things up at school.
I scheduled my Exit Interview to see if I needed to take any other classes, or even re-take a class if my grade in it wasn't up to par for graduation. Well guess what?
I'm cleared to graduate for this May. 
I went into shock when the counselor told me. I knew I was graduating soon, I guess I didn't realize how soon.
It's a little scary, but I'm so happy too. (I'm mainly afraid of all the student loans I have to pay off.)
I gathered my stuff up and thanked the counselor for her time. It wasn't until I was on the highway to go home that it hit me. After this semester is over all I have is my internships. And even those can be waived if I find a job in my field in the next 7 months.
I swear to you guys, anddon'tyourepeatthistoanyone . . .
I started to cry.
Oh, how the mightly have fallen. Ember Rose, was crying in her car. (see note)
After almost 19 straight years of school, I'm ready to get my ass out in the work world.
I'm so proud . . .
Note: I'm one tough broad so when I cry, break out the scotch. We're both going to need it. 
Yeeaaaahhh.
Not that anyone cares, but oh well.
I have water now. Yeah, the pump was fixed. *Does a little dance*
Only now I have too many jugs of water.
*Sighs* Is there some kind of charity out there takes clean water? Because I don't want all this shit and that H2O wasn't cheap!
Okay I had to do this.
10. I have my bed all too myself,therefore I can read late at night and don't have to worry about sharing the covers.
Just because I share the bed with the cat and dog doesn't mean I can share it with a man.
The cat is a small creature and my dog is a Dauchsund. They don't take up much room and don't ask me for sex.
9. I can eat whatever I want and not worry about the "boyfriend" staring at me as I pull out the last slice of pizza from the 'fridge and ask me, "Are you really going to eat that?"
8. I can stay out with my friends as long as I want and take last minute long drives to Grand Rapids ALONE and not worry about my cell phone being littered with messages from him.
7. I don't have to deal with the "boyfriend" asking me, "You're coming to bed right?" or "Are you coming to bed now?"
Here's a question for you guys out there . . .
Do you guys want a body near you, or are you just holding out for sex?
6.Having him ask me, "Hey, while you're up could you get me a beer?" during every commercial break of my favorite show.
No, I will not get you a beer. You haven't finished the first one yet. Are trying to start a collection?
5.I don't have to share the remote.
What??? Women are like that too, ya know.
Besides, I don't like watching "The Big Game." Get your own damn tv!
4.I don't have to shave my legs.
Why should I have to shave my legs when I can just put on a pair of pants and boots the next day?
And if this has to do with sleeping in the same bed with me and my hairy legs . . . please see my #10.
3.I can have absolutely no expectations about having my hair done up all professionally then have him notice.
Just because I get it done for ME doesn't mean I don't want a compliment on it.
2.I can drink the last beer and don't have to worry about the bitching to come.
That's right guys . . .
you DO bitch. There just may be more woman to you than you want to admit.
1. I can make lists like this.
I woke up this morning *a.k.a. this afternoon* to find that there is no water in the house. Apparantley there is something wrong with the pump.
Well hell, I'm glad I showered last night, but it also looks like I'll be brushing my teeth at school in the morning.
Can't be any worse than potty rhyme: "If it's yellow then mellow, if it's brown flush it down."
With the water that was just bought of course.
Rock on!!
I can't believe it. I leave for TWO freakin' days just to go to the other side of the state for a concert and I'm STILL playing catch up.
Somebody shoot me now.
Wednesday was the night of the concert, so naturally I left early in the morning. There was no way I was driving home in the dark so I crashed at a friend's house and took Thursday off as well. It turns out my teacher for my Thursday class announced an Exam for TODAY. It's a good thing someone gave me the head's up on Friday or would have walked into it blindly.
Still it was the worst exam I ever took in my life.
I still have to do a little bit of catch up work for tomorrow, and do a book review because I turned my take home test in late.
I know I bombed that test earlier today. Needless to say I took my sad ass to Dunkin' Donuts and drowned my sorrows into a cup of coffee and two Bavarian Creams. Ended up wearing the Bavarian Creams too.
Can I get an excused abscence from my own life? Just for a day or two? Please . . .
Okay, so I drove across the state three days ago to go to the Motley Crue show.
Our plan of attack was this:
I show up @ Lillith's house before 2:30.
From her house we pick up Kim from the airport.
Kim primps @ airport.
We go to the show and rock our fucking asses off to Motley Crue and Aerosmith.
Well, that WAS our plan.Think it happened that way?
Heh. No.
I got fucking lost getting to Lillith's house.
MapQuest LIES. It told me to get off of I-96 via Exit 163.
There is no Exit 163 people. Exit 163 does not EXIST.
So I end up in Novi. Ha ha . . .
I'm fucking driving my ass up and down Grand River Avenue wondering where the hell I am, and get this . . . it starts to friggin' rain.
Uh! Lillith calls me and helps to give me directions. Problem, this girl just got OFF the freeway and doesn't want to get back on it.
Luckily the recetionists at the Dentist's Office provide me with directions that involve side streets. Whopeee!!!!
So here I'm chugging down the streets of Novi towards the area (not Novi, people) that Lillith lives in. Only problem.
I'm late.
I get there shellshocked from getting lost in a torrential downpour and just wanted to B.R.E.A.T.H.E. but we have to pick up Kim @ the airport. Therefore I'm doing my breathing in the car on the way to pick her up. Okay, I can do that. It's not like I'm the one driving.
Well, first Kim's phone number was forgotten so we had to go back. Understandable. I was able to grab my make-up bag. (I quickly changed @ Lillith's and was doing my make-up en route. I grabbed the wrong bag the first time around, oops.) So we're back on the road, and we're going to the airport. Alright, cool. We may be about twenty minutes late to pick her up, but we're still cool.
Kim calls me on my cell. She's not in Detroit.
She's in Flint.
Um . . . I'm confused. About as confused as Lillith is @ this point. So she turns into a gas station and parks on the side of the parking lot.
Apparantly her flight was diverted to Flint due to weather conditions. So while the plane was re-fueling Kim had no idea whether or not she'd be making it to Detroit.First she said, "Go to the airport anyways."
Of course, my phone is about to blitz out on my due to low charge, and bad reception. So Lillith and I go into the station and get munchies and caffine.
Kim calls again. "How far is it from Flint to Detroit? I can maybe rent a car and drive it." Uh, Flint is two hours away from Detroit. Kim's not driving it.Uh uh, no way.
Luckily, and don't ask me when this call came in. She's getting on the plane and back en route to Detroit. Cool. But now we're even more pressed for time. In fact, we're just late.
Kim's flight is now landing at five, instead of four. We're no where near being closer to the show than we started out. And we didn't even see Kim until about 5:20.
So Kim is now changing in the car on the way to the show.Alrighty then . . .
Guess what?
We get lost going out of the airport.
Hahhaahah . . .
The show starts @ 7:30. It's 6:30 when we pull into a Wendy's to potty ourselves and get food, people. By the time we get to the show it's 8:14.
As we pull in we hear Motley playing. 
We're stuck all the way in Bumblefuck for parking too.
Luckily we do get to listen/see Motley for about four songs and rock out to Mick's guitar solo.
It was totally kick ass, but we're on the lawn. Oh, wait (I have to quote Lillith here)"mudpile." In fact I believe we spent more time in line for beer, in line for the bathroom, and scouting around trying to find a "certain something" then hanging out on the lawn.
Needless to say Aerosmith fucking rocked out, man!!!
"The Devil's got a new disguise . . ."
By the time we are heading back to the car we are cold, wet, and lost again. Because you see, we've temporarily lost the car. Or we could say misplaced, but I'm saving that for Lillith's keys. Good thing you found them babe! Who'da thunk you'd leave them there?
As we are trying to find the car, I'm about ready to go to the nearest limo, that is leaving the venue, and hijack it. Celebrity be damned! I don't care if it's a member of Motley, I was fucking cold and had to pee so badly @ that point.I would've sat on the driver's lap, celebrity in the back seat, and driving my cold/lazy/privileged ass around the parking lot until we found the vehicle. (I eventually did end up peeing behind a dumpster by the way. It was the fucking Jack that did it to me, I swear!)
We did not get lost getting back to town, where I bought wine for Kim and I and Lillith Corona. We drank the night away back @ the house talked shit until 6 in the am.
At about 2 pm I'm back on the road and ready for my 3 hour car drive home.
Only it turned out to be longer than that.
This genius couldn't find Grand River Avenue, because I got assbackwards after giving my car some gas.
But that was the least of my problems. I was almost near the exit for me to go from I-96 to US 131 North when I got sidetracked.
To Kent via the god damn, oddly placed Kent exit.
Luckily I wasn't far from the interstate and was able to re-connect. But still I have to ask:
Is there a three times "You're Out!" rule for getting lost?
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