at ease, homie

i've been feeling so hood lately. pretty sure it started when i decided to add "homie" to my top words, so if you're wondering why i've been saying that so much lately it's because i'm starting a mixtape. there was that one time where i tried to get people to call me "lil truth". i really don't know why i did that, but this time around you can just call me lil wolfey or something. most nights you can find me in my room listening to lil wayne pandora while practicing my graffiti writing. i even changed my gmail theme to graffiti.

i didn't draw this, but i'll get there one day. cool though, right?

you know those weird white kids that have little rap cds of themselves? they perform star wars raps in the talent shows and wear track suits every friday? i feel like every high school has at least one of them. just so you know, i'm way cooler than those kids. i'm for real. once i figure out how to work garage band to the fullest, i'll have some tracks. that's the future goal here. if you're wondering who my inspiration it's nicki minaj. if you've ever heard that monster song then you'll know why. and if you're feeling crazy then you can listen to her new album pink friday, but only if you're feeling crazy.

so if you're going to be a hater, then be a hater you'll only fuel my fire, and i'll probably diss on you hard in my rhymes.

if you got nothin but love then do me a favor and keep me on my game- text me a beat, guarantee you'll get some hot lyrics in return. also, if you want to do a collab with me then hit me up.

word.

storm warning

storm of the century my ass. so much hype attached to the one inch of snowfall that is now covering the earth. where are the other 39? i counted down the minutes left of work today by writing way good raps about this storm, i literally cheered all the way home about this storm, even our soda bottle caps told us "high tail it outta here" and "hide out for a few days", and all i get is one inch? really? i've never been so let down

one thing this supposed storm was good for was an opportunity to all gather at cyds and talk about who was knocked up by who, who was marrying who and the real reasons why, and who punched who in our graduating class. thank you springville high.

if i wake up and don't have to create a tunnel to get out of my front door i'm going to replace the chief meteorologist.

omg

seriously i do not know what to do with myself. excitement. excitement. excitement. i can literally feel it pumping through my veins. just excitement. i can't even talk, and breathing's not coming easy. and talking about it only makes it worse.

HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER.

i, like melissa, get to see it twice in a row. how lucky are we? don't answer, we already know. i have no way to contain this excitement. but i've just thought up a really good way to channel it all. i'm going to get my seventh book which i restarted the other day, and my wand, and i'm going to read it aloud in my room and i mean really loud, and i'm going to act it all out. if you want a show, come through my window well, i'll be doing it for hours. stop by.

tuesday is so the new friday

if anyone is ever wondering about me on a tuesday, wonder no further. this is how my new tuesdays of tradition go.

tuesdays = taco amigo. taco amigo trumps del taco, taco bell, taco time, any sort of taco named fast paced eating establishment any day ever ever of ever. i am completely obsessed. and i mean it. obsessed. number 2, 3 fry sauce and 2 taco sauce. i am so curious to know the stories that the employees have formed on me, and i know that they have because i'm in there all the time. and nine times out of ten i'm by myself.

tuesdays = a matinee showing at the wynnsong. this long lost theater is one of my favorite places of refuge. it's barely hanging onto life, so i choose to give it business whenever possible. it's really not that rare of an occurrence to be the only human in the theater, which is just one of its perks. it's also home to the "stimulus tuesday" check it out sometime.

maybe i'll fit some work in, maybe i will not.

i wait around for a bit for my freakin great friend mal to finish her stupid homework. i rush to her house where we get out glee on. every week we add to our menagerie of television programming, and so far this is what we've got. glee of course, which to be honest has been lacking this season, although i do love me some good kurt freak outs and can thank last episode for supplying me with that. "COURAGE." hahaha. after that is our show lost tapes. absolutely hilarious. then we have freak encounters, which is equally as hilarious. gotta thank animal planet for those beauties. and then we have our new series called walking dead that we just started, about my worst subject. zombies. it's insane and has me thinking about zombie survival tactics all night which continue into my dreams. sometimes mal makes me cookies, and sometimes i eat her families pizza. when we're up to it we usually demonstrate some of our pool playing skills.

i live for tuesdays. absolutely live for them. if you want a good tuesday, just give me a call, i'm pretty sure i can help you out.

yes i am watching rocko's modern life right now, and yes it is so dang weird.

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R.I.P.

news came today. and it came hard.

every time i return home from work, first thing i do is look for my dog rosie. i'm generally not in the best of moods when i get home, for obvious reasons (work) but rosie changed that faster than anything, tag wagging, barking, and running to me as fast as she could muster in her old age, greeting me with the warmest welcomes i've ever received, genuinely happy that i had made it home. but today was different. today there was my mother and my sister crying in the living room. today there was no barking. today there was no rosie.

within seconds i knew the cause of these tears. and just as quickly i was forming my own tears. rosie has had really bad allergies for a really long time. my mom explained that all the medicines she had been taking over the years to help it had finally caught up with her, and destroyed her liver. my dad took her to the vet on friday and they discovered how bad all the damage really was. he had to make a choice. the answer, although very hard, was clear. it was her time to go. my mom told us that it was really hard on him, and until now they've been telling us that she was just staying over at the vets to be watched because they've been too scared to break the news

sadness and cry fests are all this day brought, until i saw something in my window well- an elf hat filled with a bunch of wonka candies and bernie botts every flavor bean! then i found out that the giver of the gifts was outside my house. i quickly ran out. they let me cry. and they made me laugh. and most importantly they took me to the store to get tampons. everything that a great friend should do. thanks so much gav and lins. you guys are the best.

rosie loved me. unconditionally. i could call her names and push her away, but she'd still come back, tail wagging, insisting that i pet her. dogs have the power to turn hard asses into baby- talking fools, to turn people who are closed off into showing affection, and people who feel defeated into trusting again. you may say a dog is a dog, a pet is just a pet. but they are so much more than that, and full of lessons. losing a pet is one hard hit.

today, i lost my little best friend.

rest in peace little girl. you will be missed. i sure hope that you're being pampered as much as you tricked us into up in heaven.

reminder

i have a few things to say. but not before i watch the neverending story. because for whatever reason i've only ever seen neverending story two. i'm sure i'll forget what i was going to write about when i get back around to writing it. but one of them is the perfect spot to meet your friends that live in cedar city. and i already can't remember what the other things i wanted to talk about were…. but i'm sure i'll find something else to talk about when i decide to talk.