Jade’s Divine

Our new apartment technically blows every other place I’ve been out of the water.

It’s huge.
We have an extra bedroom to store guests and musical instruments…a studio.
A dishwasher (I’ve never owned one, Kelly had to show me how to use it)
A new bathtub/shower…and it’s extreamly deep to take amazing baths in.
A closet to hang coats and put extra shoes.
Our living room is big enough to put a coffee table in.
And…we have LIGHTS…everywhere. Unlike Jamestown.
The only problem we’ve run into so far is the internet; it’s being difficult and poopy.

Everybody I know and love should come and check it out. When we’re all settled in and everything decorated to a T, then I might have to discuss with the roomies a small apartment-warming party before the Fall semester starts.

The “you,” per say, technically isn’t referring to a person, but more of an altering substance starting with a “vod” and ending with a “KA.” Everyone has that special liquor which they shouldn’t drink on bad/blah nights; and I’ve seemed to have stumbled across this one. I found it for the stupidest reason too; because I’ve been drinking whiskey & cokes for a while now, and noticing my teeth getting a shade darker. So I wanted to try a reliable drink, for the night, that wouldn’t ruin the enamel on my teeth as much as pop would, somehow vodka & cranberry stuck and then struck out.

Long story short, I turned into an embarrassing emotional wreck. Not so much embarrassing to anybody else but more so just to myself. I have never felt this uncomfortable/paranoid/moody while drinking. Luckily I was in good company.

Fast forward to the end of the night: getting ready to pass out on a tear-stained pillow, thinking of all the things I wanted to say to so many people, even people I haven’t seen in a long time, because I know if people could read my mind, this whole communication thing would be a lot easier. I made one phone call, to Alaska. My friend Dave is up there for the fishing season. After talking to him and his girlfriend for a good half-hour/45 mins., I felt so much better. I think it was one of the better decisions I had made for the night.

So does anybody have suggestions on a new drink I should try that doesn’t involve vodka or brown cola? I’m up for suggestions, and for the “once bitten, twice shy” theory, I’ll probably try it in restricted moderation at first.

I have developed this innate habit of needing to hold something before I fall asleep; and it’s recent. I’ve never been like this before. Fluffy pillows seem to work the best; wadded up blankets, not so much.
Wait, I take that back: when I was little I used to take my kitty to bed with me when she was a kitten…but that was when I was 9 or 10.
I kind of don’t really understand it; but at the moment, it floats my boat, so I’ll continue.

I worked a butt-load of hours this past week. Meaning I will be able to get that camera I want. BOO-YA!
Maybe I’ll take the extra time and upload the pictures on photobucket or something like that and spruce up entries.
In all reality I’ll probably end up procrastinating and drive off to Saginaw and see Rachel or something. Because it’s sooo much easier to upload them to facebook. :-p

KELLY!!!!! Where are you??? I miss you, come back home.

Krzywosinski Golf Outing/Reunion rocked. Pictures coming soon.
I still suck at golf. I have now done a total of 27 holes in my life.
Beer eases the humiliation, especially if everyone’s drinking. After my dad bought me a brewski I golfed a lot better.

Plans for Vegas and moving are going along smoothly. Very excited.

Rachel rhymes with facial.

“I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It’s personal, myself and I
We’ve got some straightenin’ out to do
And I’m gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I’ve got to get a move on with my life
It’s time to be a big girl now
And big girls don’t cry

Like the little school mate in the school yard
We’ll play jacks and uno cards
I’ll be your best friend and you’ll be my Valentine
Yes you can hold my hand if you want to
‘Cause I want to hold yours too
We’ll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds
But it’s time for me to go home
It’s getting late, dark outside
I need to be with myself and center, clarity
Peace, Serenity”

Jeff’s beating me at Zelda: Wind Waker….I must put an end to this.

My fourth of July evening was spent eating frozen pizza, chips & dip, and some loaded chocolate chip cookie dough…yeah, I had to send out my monthly visitor with a bang. She enjoyed it. Mother Nature is pleased, the Earth can continue to rotate on its axis of justice.

The rest of the time was spent screaming at the tv with Jeff and gripping on to the controller too tight. Result: cramped fingers and elevated BP

No worries. Tonight…we bowl!

I’m thinking of deleating my myspace account. I only visit on occasion and I never update it; I was going to put a new slideshow on there, but that was before my camera pooped out on me. No sense in having a space and a facebook, they both do essentially the same things.

Speaking of cameras, I found the next one I want. Hopefully I can get it before the Krzywosinski Golf outing on Saturday. And Jeff got a really nice printer from work that can print just from the SD card. Yeah, apparently he’s really good at his job, so they gave him a gift. *barf* I think we should litter a wall in the apartment with pictures of random things that don’t make sense.

Pudge’s last Moscars was today. Commense the bittersweet sentimental tear. It was nice bringing up old memories and catching up with old friends.

Somebody come up with something to do for Wednesday, I want to do something, and it is the only day of the week I don’t work and Thursday I don’t have to go in untill 1 (the rest of the days are 7:30 am) This thing to do could even be watching fireworks, I haven’t done that in a while…well, except for the ten mins. at the carnival last week….swimming always works…or social drinking.

“The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that it’s all a lot of oysters,
but no pearls
All at once you look across a crowded room
To see the way that light attaches to a girl

And it’s one more day up in the canyons
And it’s one more night in Hollywood
If you think you might come to California…
I think you should”