1. I am lazy
and
2. That I've had a bit of "writer's block", although really it's more like "writer's lack of motivation".
Life has not been too over the top exciting, although I did attend (and well participate) in a pretty shnazzy wedding this weekend. And for you, some highlights:
Successfully getting hammered by 11am. Thank you mimosa! The wedding pictures took, I'd guess about an hour, which seems like an extremely long time to take pictures, but with these two girls by my side, the time was a flyin'. Lot's of gossip, lot's of giggles, and LOTS of wonderful faces courtesy of Ms. Whitney Heinz. You gotta love a girl that while taking a FORMAL wedding picture, succumbs to a dare and whips our her "Stranger's with Candy" face in all it's blazing glory. Can't wait to see that picture...
Dancing with this dude. Who ever he was. I saw him off in the corner, breakin' out some SWEET moves, so, I had to get him right in the action. You KNOW he loved being surrounded by seven sexy ladies, cause, com'on who wouldn't?? He was a lot of fun though, and he with out a doubt, showed up the entire dance floor.
And last, but of course never least, watching The Boys play with their flowers. Aren't they so dainty?
So yup, pretty much the wedding was a blast, and I'm really happy for Jess and Josh, congrats guys!
Other than the wedding I don't have too much to tell you, still on that job hunt, school is OVER, and I'm still broke. Oh and I also think I'm psychic. Good Night!
Oh, should I explain the psychic thing? Okay, fine. Well, I've had random encounters with my psychic abilities in the past, but it's been a while since I've had an episode, so I had nearly forgotten about my gift until this afternoon.
Because I could not re-activate my new "found" "previously lost" debit card, I had to "take a trip to the nearest branch" as told to me by the nice bank phone lady. It's a pretty far drive to the nearest Suntrust from these parts, but I was actually happy to go for a little Monday cruise in the ol' "Titanic" (a nickname for my car because it creaks, and is also one large, tragic disaster). Summer is definitely upon us people, and in some ways I'm happy to see her arrive. Driving down 50, the clouds coated the sky and were heavy with the threat of rain, and as the air rushed in through my open window, it cooled my face. I really love it when it's about to rain, and the air is hot and electric; it always takes me back to my childhood beach days.
Experiencing such pleasure as described above usually leads me to one, and only one act: SIIIIIIINGING!
One song suddenly popped into my head, and I needed to hear it, needed to
Okay, so I didn't miraculously stop someone from getting on a plane that was about to crash, or telling them their late grandmother Pearl says hello from the Great Beyond. BUT, I have more...
In Barnes and Noble, I pick up a Bob Dylan lyrics book to find the name of a song that's been stuck in my head for days. Open it, and out of the 500 pages I could have opened it to, I opened it to the EXACT song I was looking for.
Playing Clue with friends one Saturday night, and my FIRST time to guess (and I was only second to go) I guess absolutely correct. Now keep in mind, I got the weapon right, the room right, AND the killer right. We had to start a new game.
Do you have goosebumps yet? No?
There's also been a couple times where I pick the phone up to call a friend, only to get no dial tone, and only a confused "hello" from the friend I was about to call. They were calling me!
Alright, now I know these aren't so special in all actuality, everyone has their psychic moments, but this next one my friends, is just creepy.
I had a very vivid dream one night of my old next door neighbor. I was at his house, and my Dad was actually there with him. This neighbor would normally spend the winters down here in Florida, and the summers in his home state, North Carolina. This neighbor loved me (not in the skeezy way, but in the "never had a grandchild" kind of way); I was his "Sweetie Pie" and he would talk about me all the time to all his friends. So, after waking from this dream I think, "Hmm, that was definitely strange...haven't thought of Mr. Massey in um...years. He hasn't even been back to Florida in...how long?" Then I thought about him in every single detail I could remember. His bald head with all it's age spots and random hairs, his stiff polyester jackets always either dark green or dark blue, and his tobacco pipe and silver flat lighter I used to snap open and shut. He used to baby sit me and we'd play games like "throw the giant fishing bobber back and forth" while he sung "To de la te DE. To de la te DO. Here is Jamie, don't ya know!". I believe he also coined the term "Jamie Rose, Pickle Nose" and he always played a rousing game of "Gotcha nose!".
I stayed awake for at least an hour, and did nothing but visualize Mr. Massey and reconstruct every memory we shared.
Some time goes by and my mom tells me he's died. "Oh that's so weird, like a week ago I had a dream about him! I stayed up and thought about him for a long, long time. When did he die?" "Actually" she said, "about a week ago". OoOooOOh! Weird right? Totally psychic!
So if you need any advice, or maybe just some luck, swing by me and all give ya a little rub on the head, or whatever I can do to spread my magic. I'm only here to make you happy people, so take my gift, and enjoy.
* I know this song is a little gay, so sue me. Like I said it is a great song to
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