I want you...for power hour

My Space

F*ck it. I was bored. So I gave in. Go on, laugh and give me shit about it.

Yes, Rachael Cook is on myspace.com

Damn luck

Grant

A couple of weeks ago this little girl was playing in the yard with my cousin Grant who just turned 4. Since it was cold, and the little girl was barefooted and without a sweater, he invited her inside for hot chocolate. He also offered her a sweater and shoes to wear. They had a few drinks and got to know each other a little better. She drew him in even closer by suggesting that they take a trip to Disneyland together. She must have been pretty smooth and charming, because he didn't notice until she was gone that she had cleaned out his piggy bank before she slipped out the door.

Resolutions

Mel Jay, those sound great, but I'm with Amanda. Resolutions are rarely kept. And even though this is the most cliche thing you will ever read on this blog, why not live your life everyday like you mean it?

I'm Baaack

So after being in New Mexico for a few days without internet, I returned home and the blog is blowin up. I'm catching up in the blogosphere.

As for the ski trip, it was absolutely loads of fun. My rents, Evan, his girlfriend Dee, then Tina and me. Tina and I decided to test our athleticism and snowboard for the first time. Being "Purebreds", in Tina's words, we are good at all we do, so we needed no lessons. The first hour of our first day on the slopes was spent on our asses, or faces. We got whiplash and concussions, but alas, no broken bones. We were "throw us in the fire and do it" type learners, and went straight down the mountain 10 feet at a time before eating it. Not ones to quit, we had it down before long and were speeding down the black slopes unscathed.

New Year's Resolutions

Ok, I know this is fairly predictable, but I still think it would be fun/interesting if we shared a few New Year's Resolutions...not the cliche, never-gonna-happen kind, but fun, interesting ones that we really mean. So Cullen, Alisha, Rach, I expect posts on this, and everyone else you can just comment us with yours. So, without further ado, my Resolutions for 2006.

1. Listen to at least 1 Jimi Hendrix song per day. Because a) I feel as if I have done myself a disservice by overlooking his music the past 22 years, and b) I was put off by the distortion, and I have now come to see his guitar distortion as a metaphor for life, and the inherent messiness/beauty therein. Also, I feel cool when I listen to it in my car.

2. Make my actions speak as loud as (if not louder) than my words. Because I am tired of saying things and then never doing anything to make them happen. And, before you roll your eyes or remark that this is, in fact, cliche and therefore precisely the thing I warned you all about at the beginning of this entry, I would like to defend my self by saying that I truly think I can accomplish this. Also, if you can find a better, less-overused way to say the same thing, then by all means let me know. Until then, let's just go with it.

3. Be able to look in the mirror (the kind of "look" where you put your hands on the counter, lean in, and try and see something beyond the pupils of your eyes and the blemishes on your skin) and really feel good about what (or who) is looking back. Now, I don't mean this in some kind of angsty, '90s-era, "I hate myself" kind of way. In fact, as most of you know I am quite fond of myself. What I mean here is that often I feel like I have to sacrifice one thing to better at another. For instance, to be a better friend I might sacrifice being a better girlfriend, or by being a better girlfriend I might sacrifice being a better daughter. In the year 2006 I have decided it is entirely possible to be all three things. A better girlfriend, a better friend, and a better daughter. And, if you ask Cobie Bean, a better mother as well. In other words, the next round of Snausages is on me.

4. Be right more often. I've been on a losing streak lately, and frankly, it's embarrassing. The other day I chose "Just Friends" over "Syriana" at the movie theater. This is just one recent example of my poor decision-making. Or, maybe as I get older I'm just losing my good taste. Shit, let's hope not. That really wouldn't help my "I know better than you, because my taste is exquisite" atittude you all love so much.

So that's it. I know 4 is a weird number, but I don't want to come up with anything I won't actually be able to do. Check back with me in May and I'll let you know how it's going. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go listen to "Voodoo Child."

Centennial

This is the 100th post on this blog of mine. Let's have a party. A blogging party.

Carly-Ann tagged me and instructed me to tag five more people. Thing is, we're supposed to list 5 things that people probably don't know about us. Cullen, Alisha, Joe, Amanda, and Seth, you're it.

My 5:

Number One- I have this crazy habit of eating small pieces of candy in two. Reese's pieces, M&Ms, Skittles, Milk Duds...that kind of thing.

Number Two- I passed up two full rides for a book scholarship so I can win a National Championship at Texas.

Number Three- When I was a kid, I had chronic headaches. My mom took me to the doc, and his remedy was to eliminate sugar from my diet. So from the age of 4 until I was 6, I had no candy.

Number Four- My brother and I had a tree house at home that was about 10 feet up in this huge tree. It had a zip line off the porch, but my preferred method of getting down was to fasten a towel around my neck and pretend I was Batman.

Number Five- I love it when people dress in black and white. Sharp and sexy.

24

I don't know about you guys, but I protest Wynter's return to Compton. You made it out alive. Why would you ever go back? As we reluctantly and regretfully count down your days left among us here in Tejas, I want you to remember some of the good times we have all had together. Wyntizzle, I love you.

I wish I was a gingerbread man...

so I could live in this cool beach house. This picture sucks, but our house didn't. Beach house complete with full frontal view of the water, palm trees, and lounge chairs. The best part of it was the jacuzzi and bar on the balcony.

argh

I don't usually let much get me down, but today sucked. After a shoddy day at The Bird I was headed to chillax with Cullen and Amanda, a guaranteed good time. I took a wrong turn and ended up on some residential street. Long story short, I rear-ended one of those blasted yellow cabs. I just couldn't take my eyes off the stripper on the traveling advertisements Expose puts on the back of every cab in Austin, and I wanted to get a little bit closer. That one went over real well with the police report. So I got the number from the smashed bumper I was staring at and called my ass a ride home. "Um, yeah, I just hit a cab so I need a cab home."

Just kidding. See, what really happened was I hit this chick, cracked her bumper and bent her trunk, didn't even bust the brake lights. Neither of us was hurt and it really wasn't a big deal at all. Reason I was so upset is because my rents pay my insurance and my irresponsibility is going to cost them. Quaddamn, that phone call sucked. My favorite part of it all was when the driver jumped out and asked for my insurance info by yelling, "I need your shit! I need your shit!"

What!?!

Wynter, Tina and Da House host yet another theme party.

I'm not real sure what's going on here.

Harley and I had a special bond last night.

I'm getting Tina Preparation H for Christmas.

Towards the end of the night I needed a little help.

1st

I made this in a hurry last night and was going to put more on the back, but I ran out of letters. Alisha, we should definitely get together and design a shirt. I hear Cullen is in to that kind of thing too. Between the three of us, we might just go global with this thing.

kicking, screaming

No matter where I go, or what I do, if there's a crying baby in the place, I'll be the one who gets stuck by it. Empty movie theaters and they sit one row back, airplane trips to well, anywhere, there they are, and now fucking coffee shops! The babies have united in a plot against me, and I can't get away from them.

Which brings me to another point. If these babies can traverse the er, icy roads outside, why can't universitiy officials and my teachers do the same so I can be done with the semester!?! The fact that my semester will be prolonged by a mere 24 hours is beside the point. The point is, Texans are supposed to be these big, bad machos who drive SUVs, wrangle cattle City Slickers style, and wear spurs that jingle jangle jingle on their Steve Madden boots, but they can't make it across town when the temperature drops below freezing.

Man, I can't wait to have kids. They are going to be so well behaved. My babies won't cry when they piss themselves, my kids won't lay in the aisle at wale-Mart and wail when I don't buy them cheesy puffs (which I won't do, because I don't want my kids to contribute to the outrageous number of obese people in the state {Texas has one of the highest percentages of obesity in the States, over 25%}), my teenagers won't complain when the kid next door gets a brand new BMW and I only buy them a Mustang GT (because I don't want to spoil them for goodness sake). But they will love me despite my Hilteresque discipline. Man, I can't wait to have kids.

Signed,

One rantin' ravin' Texan

When the weather hits freezing...

UT cancels class and closes campus. Way to be dramatic.

Cross you fingers

Even though I don't like it, I sucked it up and did this for all of us. Here's a copy of the letter I just slipped into the office.

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Dearest Rhonda and JJ-

When I got back from my Thanksgiving trip home I was disappointed to see that the fire pit by the pool was gone. After speaking with the Mikes it is my understanding that it was removed because there was ash left on the ground. Seeing as how my friends and I were the last ones to use it and may not have cleaned up after ourselves, I feel somewhat responsible. As the temperature drops and my classes come to an end, there is nothing I would like more than to hobo up next to a fire out by the pool. After doing without for the last couple of weeks, I can take it no longer. I also don't think it's fair for the other tenants who may also want to use the fire pit to suffer from my temporary lack of responsibility. And I can assure you that, if you decide to put it back out, I will not make the same mistake.

Thank you,
Apartment dweller #110

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Hopefully they get my humor and this letter charms their socks off.

Air Sare

I wish that I could have seen Air Sare play for Texas. In every picture I have seen of her in a Texas uniform I can see her passion for the game. Every time I look at the pic of her jumping as she runs out on the floor it reminds me of Jordan after his game winning shot against the Jazz when he won his 6th ring.

Air Sare gave me this poster, the one she was saving for her mom, and I proudly hung it above my desk. It was one that was left over from the autographs she signed for some kids before the game on Sunday. She's one of a kind.

I want to lick the dried salt off the air from your last breath

FIVE random things you might not know about me
-I am very particular about what I write with
-I am greedy for life
-New socks are one of my favorite things
-I am a lover, not a hater and drama's not my bag baby
-I rarely listen to the radio




FIVE ways to my heart
-Be honest
-Make me laugh
-Be unique in showing me that you care
-Listen to me
-Challenge me





FIVE things to do before I die
-Fly an F-18
-Travel travel travel
-Fall in love
-Own my own business
-Raise successful children

FIVE ways to turn me off
-Dishonesty
-Use bad grammer
-Preach at me
-Make me repeat myself
-Bash my friends




THREE things I'm afraid of
-Snakes
-Losing loved ones
-Screwing up something incredible





FIVE things I'm not fond of
-Pepsi
-AIDS
-Humidity
-Traffic/Bad drivers
-Bills

FIVE things that can make me smile
-Good company
-Things that come full circle
-Airplanes
-Driving fast
-Friends, of course

FIVE things I do daily
-Dream

-Run
-Check my email and blogs
-Feed the cats
-Try to show one of my friends I love them




FIVE things on my mind right now
-Being successful
-Why Major won't stop attacking my hoodie strings
-How I've made 4 meals out of chips and queso in the last 3 days...make it 5
-That I need to go run
-The 2 papers I have due before next Friday

New Year's!!

Dear all of my long-lost friends,

I know what you're thinking. Where the f@#k has Mel Jay been? What a dirty pirate whore. And I agree with you, my absence is unexcusable (or is that inexcusable? Anyway, back to the point). I've been completely swamped with bleak and dreary school, entirely in the spirit of the Scroogiest of Scrooges. However, today my mood took a turn for the better. After an especially amazing conversation with my favorite Baxter, it has come to my attention that, contrary to my previous belief, quite a few of us will be in the ATX for New Year's. We're talking Alisha and Darci, Tina, myself and G Love, Rachael Ray (I think)...you know what that means--- THEME PARTY BITCHES!! Alas, my idea for a Chinese New Year's never seemed to catch on, so this blog is now open to suggestions, as well as RSVP's, invitations, offers to host, etc. etc. Thank you for your time, I must now return to my lack of a life as a "serious student." (Bah Humbug)

Wishing you all the holiday cheer (not to mention beer) you can stand,
Mel Jay

Shiv

My rents found my blog again. I guess the addy got saved on their computer when I opened the site at home last week. Ugh. So I changed it again, which you know if you're reading this. Sorry for the change, but the site is for me to talk about things my parents don't necessarily need to know about. You get it.

12.1

I went with Lance (brown one) and Major (black one). Thanks Joe.

Is it really about to be 2006? damn... Hoping to spend New Year's in Europe.

My 8 a.m. class is over. 3 more to go...2 papers and a test. What an easy semester.

The swap meet begins today. It's nicer than a paper clip, but I'm starting with this:










I will have new wheels before you know it.