Which is why I haven’t been tumbling or tweeting much. I started yesterday and was just exhausted when I got home. Mostly because I was so damn nervous, but today was alot more relaxed for me which is good :)
Hopefully once I get into the swing of things I’ll be more able to blog and shit, but as of right now I just feel like I have no time for ANYTHING.
Which sucks since I started that whole Picture a Day thing on my FROtography (which I am SO BEHIND ON updating *tear*) this job kinda limits that even more, but hey the things you gotta sacrifice for money, right?
Anyways I’m pretty much just gonna take this blog and turn it into a ‘how my weeks has been/what i’m doing this weekend’ type of thing.
Well I just talked about my new job, so that was one thing, but the most memorable shit that happened thus far in the week was last FUCKING night.
Last night was very fucking memorable because of a god DAMN frog, if you follow me on Twitter/Facebook, then you know. Let me first say that when i was little I used to play with frogs, I thought it was so cool how they hopped around everywhere and were so small, plus I thought it was funny when they would pee on my friends but never me, haha.
ANYWAYS, that all stopped one night when I was 8 years old and living in Hawaii at the time.
I don’t really remember the size of the frog I just know it took two hands for me to pick up and it was kinda heavy. Anyways mine friend, myself and my dog Bud (first dog I EVER HAD) were out playing; I remember that my mom had JUST yelled for me to come in because it was getting dark, so I was about to tell my friend bye when I saw this huge ass frog. My friend & I went over to look at it and I remember wanting to show my dog so I picked it up and showed Bud, who sniffed it a few times then yanked it out of my hands with it’s mouth and ran off.
I of course ran after my dog and when we caught up to him I gave him a spanking because I knew he probably hurt the frog. Which of course when he dropped the frog it was bleeding pretty bad, after I checked the frog I look over and my dog is laying on the ground shaking and foaming at the mouth. So I yell at my friend to go get my mom cuz I have no idea wtf is going on.
My mom runs out and yells at me to get away from the frog and took me inside. By then I was crying because I had no idea what was going on with my dog. Bud ended up dying that night and come to find out that front was EXTREMELY dangerous. In fact there were TONS of reports of little kids dying from playing with those frogs. I of course was lucky but my poor dog was not.
So ever since then I have been like ‘FUCK FROGS’ and if they’re semi big I have mini panic attacks like I do with spiders *shivers* i’m deathly scared of spiders.
FAST FORWARDING TO LAST NIGHT, I was opening the door to take Leilani home when I look down right next to our front door sits the HUGEST FUCKING FROG I HAVE EVER FUCKING SEEN.
(Remember I can’t remember the size of the one from Hawaii, but my mom assures me it was as big as a fucking frisbee O_o)
Anyways I jumped back more into the house and was all like….
And Leilani was all like ‘wtf?’ and I was like ‘DUDE that is the BIGGEST FUCKING FROG I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE!’. She of course had no problems with it and took a picture of it because my mom didn’t believe me that it was huge (and of course after seeing it said it wasnt and that I was a fucking wuss).
I MEAN LOOK AT THAT SHIT!
Standing straight up the fucking thing was ALMOST as tall as a fucking water bottle! And then width wise it was about the width of my fucking iPod Touch OR WIDER.
TELL ME THAT’S NOT FUCKING HUGE?!
FUCK THAT SHIT.
Anyways moving on. Tomorrow I’m going to the Lightning game (supposedly) with Leilani and those are always fun. Shit I got pictures to upload from last game, which was last week, haha.
This weekend I’m getting to see the very talented & lovely Bobby Long again. It’s been a long time, I haven’t seen him since last May at a private show at my friend Amy’s house! And i’m kinda nervous cuz he’s with a full band now instead of just him & his acoustic guitar which is what I know & love.
But I’m sure it’ll be good and I’m hoping I’ll be able to sneak my camera in (or it’ll be allowed) so I can take more pictures hopefully as good as this one….
Smiling Eyes By: Amber Russell <—Me (September 6, 2010)
Over thinking a little hurt. Its splitting & connects with millions. Painfully suffocating. Silent screaming. Where to begin? Does it even matter? All hurt ends up full circle, Back to the largest, latest one. Little is not important. Big is overpowering, smothering. Why did you take him from me? I ask not why, But to blame you. I’m to blame. So many warnings, Yet I only did so much. No one will ever understand. He loved me. I can see it. On his face, With his eyes; The windows to his heart. Puppy dog. His whole world I was. I can’t breathe. Even when I was mad or he did wrong, He loved me. I understand. The way he looked at me. I look at you that way. I know it. Did he hurt like this? Gasping. Death by tears, Drowning in a river of pain. He made me stronger, alive. My mind feels cold & dying. What the fuck? This familiar routine I thought once dead, Childlike feelings; Starts back up in my head. Did I seriously just rhyme? God help me. I just wanna see his smiling eyes. Silent love. My soul’s deepest treasure. These memories of him have started fading. Not a strong enough grip. Are my eyes swollen enough? Muted tears. Glups of breath. Is this ending soon? Only for now. These faded memories of smiling eyes. My weapons of choice. Against the neverending cycle of hurt. This familiar routine of pain. Exhale. I’m winning already.
DUDE, just omg…………alright, gather………..I’ve been getting a call from an ‘unknown number’ the passed few days and if you know me, you know that not only do I NOT really talk on the phone unless it’s ABSOLUTELY needed, let alone unknown numbers, haha.
My friend Jennifer the other day asked me if I had been getting calls from a number I didn’t know which I told her I had. She told me that it’s a buddy of hers wanting to talk to me……which is when my detective instincts kicked in.
The only type of people that would have their numbers blocked are famous people or paranoid people, haha. So I drew up two conclusions in my head on who it could be but asked her anyways ‘who and why do they wanna talk to me?’. She pretty much wouldn’t tell me who but said that I’d ENJOY the call and if I didn’t that she didn’t know me at all.
HELLO JENNIFER YOU KNOW ME AND U KNOW I HATE TALKING ON PHONES.
However, she also knows me because I did enjoy the phone call :-*
Anyways I’m not gonna go into the phone call word from word, because frankly I’m getting older and can’t remember it already, haha, but I will share with you a few things we talked about.
Firstly when I answered the phone I was greeted with this slow sounding redneck kind of person, which I automatically mocked when I said that I was infact who they were looking for, haha. It’s something I suffer from, if I hear an accent I just start talking in it, haha.
Well ‘the guy’ told me that my friend Jennifer wanted them to call me because she had told him that my favorite movie was Titanic and that he worked on that movie and was gonna share some inside info with me. He told me that he worked with Jim Cameron and that in between takes he would play music by this guy Val Emmich and then asked if I had ever heard of him.
Which at this point I was already judging because the dork that I am I pretty much know a crapload of shit about Titanic (behind the scenes & such) so I wouldn’t be surprised if I would already know what this guy was planning on telling me. But when he asked about Val Emmich, I was all like ‘wtf? how the hell would James Cameron know about him and Val still not be loved by this whole world?’.
I replied ‘yea I’ve heard of him’ which then the guy’s voice changed and was like ‘Good because that’s me, haha.’ My reaction was pretty much….
Which is funny because I had suspected it would be him or someone else with how crypted Jennifer was in her texts. Still I was completely shocked, but I think it was for maybe the dramatic voice change…..I dunno?
Or maybe because I LOVE HIM? Yea probably, he’s such an amazingly talented & awesome person.
I then spent our entire 30 minute conversation trying my hardest not to cut him off when he was talking and hold back all the ‘awe(s)’ I wanted to say over the phone with alot of things he said.
It was funny cuz like I said before I HATE talking on phones but with him I just had so much I wanted to say but didn’t wanna overwhelm him, but then I was also ok with just listening to his opinions or explanations on things.
We ended up talking about:
Movies: Citizen Kane, Casablanca, Top 5 Movies List (my mom & I watched)
How awkward he thinks his phone calls are & how I hate talking on phones
Highschool and how we wouldnt go back even if we got paid
His music and how Christmas is coming in the summertime cuz of him
Universal Studios & Butter Beer which he said sounded awful, but would try haha
St. Patty’s Day, drunken assholes and how Billy Corgan & him have the same bday (he didnt know)
The trip & video (above) we made to see him perform last may in NYC
Him forgetting things & then escaping the scene of a crime (lol not really)
Geography, well just how far things were from each other in FL
Him & Lady Banana needing to finally do their dance off he challeged her to last year
His & Jennifer’s planning this prank call/deal
And of course other shit that I can’t remember or just choose to keep to myself :)
I seriously think I could talk/hang out with this guy all day long and not get bored, even with how boring he thinks he seems sometimes, I don’t see it being possible. He was just so easy to talk to and that’s hard for me to even admit being able to do since I hate talking on phones, I’m more of a listener, which I told him, haha.
In conclusion, I love my sister Jennifer and I love Val Emmich, the end.
BUY VAL EMMICH’S NEW ALBUM IT’S FUCKING AWESOME.
This concludes my very random & long broadcast day. :)
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“When someone you love dies, people ask you how you’re doing, but they don’t really want to know. They seek affirmation that you’re okay, that you appreciate their concern, that life goes on and so can they.”—Twenty boy summer (Sarah Ockler) Submitted by: Aliciaa-mariee (via quote-book)