Sunday, December 26, 2004

Well then....

So, I've decided to create myself a blog. I figure this will give me something else to occupy my time with while I'm working or sitting at home with insomnia. I'm sure no one will read this and that's fine by me. I mean, shit, I doubt I'll be posting anything of any relevance to anyone other than myself. Anything really life altering goes in my Dead Journal anyway, since I seem to have a rather good hold on how to make things private and what not over there. This shall be a way to amuse myself. Being that I'm one of the funniest bitches I know, that shouldn't be too difficult.
I've decided that I am bound and determined to go out and do something tonight. Go somewhere that I can get a beer and smoke as much as I want to. And, preferably, be able to get on a stage and sing my ass off. I got my roommate, Becky, to get up and sing Broken by Seether with me Wednesday after we threw darts. It was rather comical. Becky has this thing about trying to nail voices dead on - even if she should raise herself up a 1/2 step or so. Sounded like Shaun Morgan is no easy feat for a chick, but usually getting the basic melody out there will suffice. Yeah. Becky tried to sound like Shaun. Hehe. It wasn't completely horrible-wanna-beat-her-ass-for-being-tone-deaf, but it wasn't exactly good either. I couldn't help but laugh, which got her laughing. That was fun. Then I broke out into the part Amy Lee sings cuzz their communists at that karoke bar and don't have the for real version, which is the best. I was floored when I heard people yelling and clapping and shit. I mean, I know I can carry a tune and all, but I never expected a kick ass reaction out of a bar full of redneck-country lovers and metal heads who were ready to explode from listening to horrible country karaoke. I wanted to stay longer so I could sing more and, well, drink more beer. But, since my accident a few Sundays back, I don't drive at night. Being an official "beer car" now has my ass kinda paranoid to drive around downtown Flint after dark. Seems that cops think they're entitled to pull someone over when they're driving with only one headlight. They also seem inclined to write tickets or impound the cars of people who drive with no insurance. Heh. THAT should be remedied sometime in the next week. *crosses fingers* I JUST got my license reinstated after I got pulled over on my way home from work due to afore mentioned headlight. Seems my license was suspended (oops). I should've gone to jail, but I was still in Durand and had my uniform on still. I swear, I have never been so happy to wear the ever sexy DVA dispatch uniform as I was that night. I have to go to court on January 11th (2 days before my birthday by the way) cuzz of that shit, so my mommy helped me get my license back. Now I just have to figure out a way to duct tape a light to my car and get me some of that that insurance. SO, back to what I was originally talking about. I want to go out and do something tonight. Ever since that neat=o reaction I got from the crowd on Wednesday, I've been itchin to get my ass back on stage. I doubt I'll be doing anything, though. Becky will probably be going to Dell's, which YAY for Becky being happy and gettin some ass! I'll most likely end end sitting at home again, doing laundry, drinking either beer or some type of hard liquor (not sure if I'm gonna be ambitious enough to stop and get something after work or not) and getting online so I can fuck with people. I may end up at least talking to Japheth on the phone, but who knows if that'll happen. Boy is just way too busy. He needs to sit back and breath for a fuckin minute or something. But, whatever. *shrug*
Ok, now that I've effectively rambled on for awhile, I think I am gonna go fuck around with this blog thing and see what all I can do.

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