Everyone was kung-fu fighting

Kung-fu fighting...I wish I knew how to kung-fu fight. I might just kung-fu this lady who controls me (even if for just a short time). I've met some pretty annoying people and I've met some real bitches. The lady i'm talking about THINKS she's a bitch...she almost prides herself on making people cry and she belittles those who she feels will excel beyond her (which, I will do, by the way). She WANTS to be a bitch...but she's just annoying. She's a bitch in a sense, but not in the bad ass way she thinks she is. She's a bitch in the way that makes people feel sorry for her because she obviously does not enjoy life and she blames everyone else for that. She has no concept of accepting responsibility for anything and definitley no concept of problem solving. She has a bad attitude and most of the things she complains about are things that she has brought on herself because she absolutely refuses to admit flaws on her part. She's well educated and she's got potential to be above and beyond in her position. She needs an attitude adjustment and definitely needs to take a look at her character. It really is pathetic to see someone so miserable that they insist on making life for those around them miserable to. It's sad to see someone who doesn't laugh sincerely or have a genuine smile. Honestly, I think her face is frozen in a scowl.

Chasing the Rain

My life would be so boring if I didn't have my Red Engine to drag around on my spontaneous adventures. Admittedly, I haven't had a REAL spontaneous adventure in quite some time (other then drunk chicks totally molesting me, but that doesn't count.) Anyway, yesterday after our chinese food binge, which was excellent, we made a decision to vegg out in my spectacularly clean room. As usual, the two of us do not have the attention span to sit through an entire movie without getting up to do SOMETHING during it. So we decided to take a little cruise. We were going down all the back country roads in Cottonwood when we encountered some rain. We were totally relaxed, listening to a great mix CD and each in our own little universe contemplating life and what it might bring. Looking at the sky, there was nothing but sunshine towards Artesia. However, when we looked towards Roswell, there were nothing but big fat rain clouds. Now Jen and I, being the rain lovers we are, decided to follow the rain. I drove around on some roads I am unfamiliar with, taking turns that would lead us to the big fat grey clouds, and ended up coming out on the Hagerman highway. We were right on track, chasing those rain clouds and benefitting greatly from it as we heard the fat drops hitting the top of my car and the rythm of the windshield wipers as they swished water from one side to other on the windshield, ensuring my vision was not obscured. We continued driving, with 1/4 tank of gas, $20 to my name and $300 of bills to pay, and mozzied all the way up to Dexter. We were on a journey to find the rain!! And it was one of the most AMAZING spontaneous adventures I have ever been on. It was very liberating and refreshing. If I could, I would just follow the rain forever. In fact, I have decided, that if and when I decide to escape this God forsaken land called Artesia, New Mexico it will be a semi-whimsical adventure I will take by following the rain. I will follow the rain until I am clear out of New Mexico, and wherever it may take me is where I will take root. No solid plans. No directions. No expectations. I'm just going to go with rain, and trust it will take me to a clean start.

It's been real, it's been fun. It's even been real fun!

I have just had one of the best weekends i've had in a very long time. Not that I don't enjoy the very hectic and non-stop lifestyle i've come to lead with amazingly loud and crowded concerts (I LOVE them) and the sleep deprivation. They have definitely been some good times and will continue to be good times. However, it was really nice to get some down time this weekend! I had some crazy over time last week meaning I only had to work a half day Friday, which proved to be productive as I got a lot of overdue chores done. I proceeded to have a very busy Friday night in which I made caffinated drinks for five hours straight without making a dent in the endless line that stretched out the door at The Jahva House. Afterwards, I took my exhausted little self down to the Jam Shack to rock out and play some darts. After a round of darts, in which Josh and I totally got our asses kicked by Harry, and a few smirnoffs I was pretty wound down and relaxed. When my amazing love and I finally left the shack it was 3 a.m. We made our way to the dwelling place of said love and caught some lovely rest. We then proceeded to spend most of Saturday doing absolutely NOTHING except lounging about in bed. At 3 p.m. I finally scadoozied my way home and to be totally honest I don't remember much of Saturday afternoon, as I was groggy from a day of napping. I finally caught up with Anothy again at 6:30 (even though I was supposed to be there before 6!!) and he, Seth and I took an adventure to Roswell where we indulged in some completely unhealthy and delicious deep fried Long John Silvers cusine and proceeded to go to Anothy's friends house. Jason, Seth and Anothy jammed out, making quite the music I might add, as Kelley and I sat back and enjoyed the beauty, art and talent of the amazing sound the trio made. After some unexpected "molestation" from Kelley and a desperate me trying to escape the drunk chick we made our way back to the shack at some ridiculos time (like 2 or 3 a.m. I believe) and proceeded to do more sleeping until about noon when I made my way home once more. Upon arrival, I was greeted by an enthusiastic Jennifer who was apparently very hungry and I had a total of 2 1/2 minutes at home before I was out and about again, indulging in some very tasty chinese food and some amazing crab legs (Jen and I have kind of made this a Sunday ritual.) When we FINALLY got home, we did a quick room rescue and put away three mountains of laundry and I was FINALLY able to throw on some lounge clothes and enjoy part of Twister before we quickly became restless. I have a blog space reserved for the next portion of our Sunday, as I find it one of the most signifcant happenings of the entire weekend, so keep your eyes peeled for that. After our unspecified adventure, I returned home long enough to change from lounge clothes into real clothes and skadoozie my way back to the Shack were I spent 15 minutes downing a smirnoff before my love and I made our way to the movies to watch Up which turned out to be a GREAT movie, even with the creepy mini-movie in the begining with pink clouds and storks delivering babies, from human babies to kitties and puppies. After we got back Devon Douchebag showed up and we played a few rounds of pool in which Devon royally kicked mine and Anothy's asses. The rest of the night is relatively insiggnificant to those who might be reading this so let me skip the details and end by saying I got home at about 2:30 this morning and for the third time of the weekend, got some GOOD sleep. The end!