Announcement

In order to participate in whatever activities are planned for this coming Labor Day weekend, I hereby renounce my evil J-Namer ways and have changed my name to Buttercup. That is all.

This is Fun

Ashley seems to think that CJ will win a game tomorrow night. Seeing as someone has to stick up for Northmont, I hereby officially announce that this will not happen. RAWR! I think it is important to note that I really don't care much one way or the other. The fact that Northmont wins football games at all amazes me. They won all of 7 games during my entire tenure in high school. 5 of those wins were during my senior year. The other 2 were my freshman year.

I might try to talk someone in my family into going down to Welcome Stadium with me tomorrow night. I'll be home and all that good stuff, so why not go bother Ashley at work?

Tough Stuff

I did something brave. With much convincing from Christina I sent an e-mail to a guy I met in a bar here in Athens a few weeks ago. I even sent him my phone number. Now I'm going to sit here and freak out about whether or not he's going to call me and if he does what the hell I'll say to him. He was a really nice guy. Nice while drunk, anyway. He's also from Centerville, so it doesn't matter as much that I'm graduating and leaving Athens for good. I'm just getting all freaked out about it. Because I'm like that. Hooray for bravery.

I'm Having Issues

I keep forgetting what e-mail account I used to set this up, and I keep signing into the wrong one and wondering why the hell it keeps telling me to create a blog when I already have one. I finally figured it out, though. Go me.

Now that I've finally hacked into my account, though, I forget what I was going to write. So, I'll leave it at that. Good night!

Blogger the New

New version of Blogger! It apparently has fun new toys, but I do not feel like taking the time to play with them right now. I can even add categories, but as just about everything on here would fall under the "random" category, I think I'll just skip that part. But you never know, maybe I'll reach a brand new level of bored some day and find a way to divide them.

He's Back!

Creepy Trailer Guy continues to stalk me on Livejournal! I haven't updated it since January or something like that, and he left me a comment again yesterday. What a creepy trailer guy! I don't even know why I went back and checked it. Curiosity I suppose. What a nutjob.

Waiting for a Call

"INVASOR! Because he's GREAT!"

That has nothing to do with the call I'm waiting for. I just thought it was funny. I watched a horse race this weekend and the announcers were talking about who they picked to win and why, and Kenny Mayne gave that as his answer. He said it all funny, too. And then Invasor won so he started yelling it again. I guess his reasoning worked, though.

These people need to call me so I can go out and do stuff! Grr!

12:30 in the Morning

I don't know why I am still awake. I think I've just spent too much time staying up late during the last week and I can't convince myself that it's bedtime. It's been bedtime for about an hour and a half, and yet here I sit, tired as can be, but not motivated enough to get up and walk the 7 or so feet from this chair to my room. My room that my aunt and uncle are being kind enough to let me occupy for free this summer. It's so nice to not have to pay rent. You can't even imagine. Unless you are not paying rent. Then you understand.

The fake campaign has turned out to be all kinds of fun. All kinds of fun if you don't count Dustin, Captain Obvious and Mr. Dependability. He's supposed to be the press aide, but I haven't gotten crap for help from him on this whole thing. He mostly drifts around the room, bringing up points that we talked about twenty minutes ago. Sometimes he doesn't even bother to show up for meetings. It's not like we really need 7 people for this, but he's part of the group. It'd be nice if he participated as much as the rest of us, on the same timeline as the rest of us. I feel a little bad for the kid when everyone starts laughing at him when he's not around (mostly because some not-so-small part of me wonders if they do the same to me when I'm not around), but then I remember that he hasn't contributed a thing to this project (and I know I have, so at least I've got that going for me). Something about him reminds me of Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade balloons. Big, lumbering, essentially useless and really just frustrating to the people trying to work with them.

I had to be one of those balloon wranglers for the Dayton Children's Christmas Parade in high school. I got to hold a walrus flipper, or at least the rope attached to the flipper. Downtown Dayton is a dumb place to parade those balloons. Lots of wires, and they're all pretty low. The walrus spent most of the parade dragging on the ground. I stepped on her flipper and tore it, but someone in front of me was kind enough to cover for me and told the balloon's owner that it'd been like that the whole time. Pretty cool, that girl was. I don't even remember who did that. It would help if I could remember what year we had to work the parade. I have an idea of who it might have been, but she graduated my freshman year, and I don't think we did it that year. Oh well. It's only an issue right now because it's 12:30 and I ought to be asleep. I think I'll go do that now.