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The Frenched-Off Pissman's Festival on the Ramington Liver

“Do you not see what I go through every week?” -- Chad Knaus

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Kahne -- Kasey in Black
Q: Let's say that someone, for the sake of argument her name's Manda, was thinking about buying tickets to the Coca Cola 600. But she has no idea where to sit. Does anyone have any suggestions?

A: stickhandleme: On Chad Knaus' lap.

Wonder how much that seat would go for? First born? Well worth it.

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JJ -- Cheat This
There's a town in New York called Mattydale.
Oh, and by the by, I'm in Syracuse. For the NY State Fair.
I want to be in Buffalo on Sunday, and weather permitting I'll also be at Niagara Falls. And if you'd like to get in touch with me RE: that? E-mail me.

I'm making a list, and I'm checking it twice.

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Chad -- Huh
Me: Seriously. Who the hell finds Jeremy Mayfield sexually attractive??

If you fit this bill, please let me know, and let me know why, because I'm really curious.

Marco > Danica
Sports Night -- Shock Therapy

Um... yeah.

Suffice to say, there are going to be some changes around here. And not just to my journal (I'm not sure if I want the Vegas or NYC cityscape for a header yet and ooo, if someone could help me change the font I'd forever be in their debt), but to me as well. For starters, I went through and redid a bunch of my memories, mainly because now they're more easily visible. It's fun to go through your old entries and see how you used to be. I may start doing this on a regular basis, just to remind myself that, yes, things are better now. They're much much better.

One boy will be on tonight, and that's because he has a wedding to go to. If you know which one I'm talking about, and would like to speak to any of the other boys, either let me know through that name or my OOC screen name.

I made a reference to Xanadu in my writing journal. Just... so you know.

Warning: the following contains pessimism and player-hating to the highest degree.
NASCAR -- Chad/Jimmie OTP

Woke up with serious heartburn this morning, thanks to the cold pizza I munched on last night. My tailbone also hurts like a bitch, like someone spanked me something fierce last night. I don't know if I'm going to last the rest of the day. When I do get home Dad's going to help me set my laptop up so that I can print from Sanchez, which would mean that I could just bring my work home with me and finish it from there. I'm already clocked out for 3:00, so I may just leave then.

And it just got insanely dark. And now the sky's amber. Fuck. Rain, rain go away.

Panda's got me addicted to these writing communities. My only problem is that I'll make a claim at a site, start it, get about 25% of the way through it, and then bail. I did it with fanfic100, I did it with sports_abc50, and I'll do it with the last two I signed up for. Speaking of communities, I need five Writer's Choice for 50kinkyways. I may also need some help deciphering some of those prompts, as I'm not all that up on the kinkiness. Also, mystik78 I may need a certain person's help in playing some of those out, if you know what I mean... *wink wink*

I would just like to sit back and write all day today. I really would. It's not going to happen, but it would be amazing if it did. If I finished this floodway data table, and brought home the Mercer County report I think I'd be okay, but... it's not what I'm supposed to be working on. What I'm supposed to be working on is that damn First Neshanic River HEC-RAS model. I have everything except for the encroachment stations, I believe, and have absolutely no idea how to set said encroachment stations. I mean, I have an idea, an inkling, but nothing more than that. *sigh* I guess I'll just ask JJ on Monday, because I'm really not in the mood to deal with him.

EDIT: TORNADO WARNING?! I can't fucking take this. I go read the weather.com thing and it's telling me Harlem and Morningside Heights (which are in New York fucking City), and the Nancy comes over and tells me that that's in fucking Bergen County! That's all I fucking need. ALL I FUCKING NEED!! I'm gonna go run and hide now. Yeah. This is turning out to be the best week evah! [/sarcasm]

PA = home
Misc -- Coffee Junkie
Picked Dad up from Rhino Linings at 9:30, which is earlier than he expected me there, but later than I had anticipated. Panda tried waking me up at 5:11 this morning telling me I was late, at which point I proceeded to fuck with my alarm clock... and turn off the alarm. Still woke up at 7:30 and got out of her house as a decent time. I... really have no idea what she was talking about this morning, which further proves that we're quite the pair when we're talking in our sleep. I don't even have a clue what she said, but I know I laughed at her. Ah, I love her so.

I, um... yeah. Rough night last night. Already talked about it, so there's nothing else to talk about. Not that concerns anyone who can't see that entry, anyway.

One year ago today, Tropical Depression 12 formed in the Atlantic. This little tropical depression grew and grew and got itself a real name: Katrina.

Pluto was demoted as a planet. Given the 'Sports Night' reference, I totally feel Natalie's pain here.

Not much of an update? Well, there really isn't much for me to say. I fell asleep several times on the way in this morning, and didn't get lost trying to find the Rhino Linings place that Dad was at. I'm going home tonight, and maybe staying there Friday night as well. If that's the case I'm gonna leave Saturday morning with Andy and some other things. Possibly even my desk. But that's only if that futon's dismantled. And if not, I can help with that when I get home.

Rants and rambles
Chad -- Zoom Zoom
If you spoke to me last night, you got a little taste of the real emo!Manda. That's not fun. I hate it when she comes out to play.

I don't know who fell asleep first. All I know is I slept.

En route to the office this morning I got hammered by this large rock flying off of some skanky-ass dump truck and dinged my windshield. Not enough of a ding to have to go get Irwin emergency surgery, but enough to get me kicking and screaming at the fucker in the dump truck.

I think I broke my office chair. It's considerably lower to the ground than it used to be.

Ten weeks, people. Ten. And yes, because I'm balls-to-the-wall crazy, I am going to attempt the Nano thing again. I encourage all who write, and all who can find their muses, to join me. Who knows. Maybe if we're feeling frisky enough we can have a meet-up somewhere. I'd be down for a vacation in November, especially to somewhere warmer than Pennsylvania.

For some odd reason my brand spankin' new Bluetooth headset is quote "fuzzy, Amanda, it's fuzzy as hell." Do I have to set up the phone so that it's not all that fuzzy? And yes, I know I should read the book. But the book's back home and I'm not going to be there until Friday evening. *pause* I'm going home Friday and Saturday nights, if only to grab a few remaining things. Small things. Like 'House: Season 2', and Andy.

Speaking of Andy, I'm thinking of adding a 60GB hard drive to him, and putting all of my music on this new hard drive. If I do that I'll free up something like 30GB of space on Andy for other more important things. Off the top of my head I can't think of what that would be, but I know there must be something.

I need to get tickets for the State Fair. I don't know how many days Matt and Tricia plan on spending at the fair, but I think we'll be good for one. That'll give us the liberty of going to the Falls if we so choose. Hmm. Maybe while I'm up there I can use my UBCard and pilfer some more Microsoft products. I should check on the website first...

I wish I looked like Brian Vickers...
Shrub -- Vegas baby!
Fuck me.

The only time I've ever needed at the office is when I'm not here. I shit you not. And because I don't have a cell phone (say that last bit with a little sarcasm), they can't call me and ask-slash-tell me what they need of me. Fuckers. All of them.

Was Chad at that testing of the Car of Tomorrow yesterday? 'Cause I saw one picture of the Hendrick car, and there was a gentleman with those sneakers, and that khaki hat working on the car, and I could only assume that it was Chad. Who else would wear khaki? Looked like his bum as well *wink wink* Speaking of Chad, I think I'll update for him today. Oh, and OMG Marty Smith and Robby Gordon! *squee* I heart Robby. I heart him so.

I rock out to 'SexyBack', and I'm no longer afraid to admit it.

I downloaded Avant Browser so that I no longer have to use Internet Explorer. For anything. And it's good. Sanchez is... well... it's still doing what it was doing before, but I just think that has something to do with my anti-virus/spyware software. I think. I hope. It better not have anything to do with something I downloaded, because all I downloaded was Trillian, Mozilla, and Avant. Oh, and Snood.

I'm sorry I'm so cross. I couldn't for the life of me fall asleep last night. I kept telling Panda to go to bed 'cause it was the light from Fernando (her computer) that was badgering me, but even after she passed out I still couldn't fall asleep. My eyes burned like someone splashed acid in them. I tried snuggling up to her, but she was out cold and the point was kind of moot because I kind of wanted to be snuggled back. So I turned back over and stared at the clock, in hopes that maybe I could get time to speed up so I could just get out of bed and go to work. I finally did fall asleep, and surprisingly heard the alarm clock go off this morning, to tell me that it was time to get up and start another glorious day.

I'm going to the Apple Store today to ask a question or two.

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C&H -- Euphoria
Narnia is an amazing fucking movie.

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Movies -- Curling anyone?
Snakes On A Plane. "I am sick and tired of these muthafuckin' snakes on this muthafuckin' plane!" Do I... have to say anything more?

Panda got a MacBook today. She got a MacBook, along with the 30GB U2 iPod. She's currently in the process of downloading all of the updates and whatnot. Oh, and... did I mention that the guy who sold the shit to us looked like an Australian Jamie McMurray? Mhm. 'Cause he DID. Oh, I got a little warm and tingly in the girly parts, I'm not gonna lie.

I'm tired, so I think I'm going to sleep. I also think I'm going to the Geek Squad tomorrow and tell them I want my computer wiped and I want to start from scratch, because this is complete bullshit. Absolute, complete bullshit. I know there are things on here that I'm not going to easily be able to get back (read: ArcGIS, WISE Tools, AutoCAD), but I don't think I care. I'm sick and feckin' tired of this. *sigh* I've got the spyware and anti-virus disks, and can either buy a new copy of Office or jack the copy from the office. So we may do this tomorrow, just because.

Anyhoo, I'm gonna fic for a while before I pass out. Finish my Chad/Kyle drug fic perhaps.