Big Blue House

February 18th, 2004

Sometimes I feel like I live in a boarding house. Since I have moved into this house about 6 months ago I have acquired two new roommates and lost two. The good thing about it: I now have my own mailbox on the answering machine … I’m #2. I doubt I’ll ever make it to #1 on the mailbox because the owner is #1 and if he decides to move out he’ll probably take his answering machine with him.
I live with three guys and I thought it was going to be a pig-pen around here. To my surprise, this is the cleanest place I have ever lived. Surprise! Not all guys are pigs. I know that Todd keeps his place clean, but I thought he was just weird. So, back to the boarding house issue. See, here in the big blue house on Stanton Ave, roommates do not talk much to one-another. We are not a fun community/family here. Not that I mind, really. I like it that way.
I live in a four-bedroom house, with a kitchen, a living-room, a bathroom, and a huge-ass basement that scares me. I have three male roommates and sometimes they scare me too.

Roommate 1: 23 year old white male.
He is the owner of the house and is trying to make a living on Real Estate and construction.
Upside:He is tall, medium brown hair, quite good looking. He is extremely nice and he keeps the house well stocked with toilet paper, paper-towel, cleaning supplies, and garbage bags. Not to mention fast-internet, and super-cable.
Downside: I’m afraid he is going to lecture me for not going to church on Sunday. Christian all the way, loves God too much. Listens to God music, listens to God radio, watches God TV.

Roommate 2: 22 year old black male.
He moved in about a month after I did. He goes to grad school.
Upside: Not here much, keeps to himself, 99% sure he is gay so I don’t have to worry about being molested.
Downside: Always closes the bathroom door and makes me think someone is in there. Talks loudly on his cell-phone and says “Oh my Gawd girlfriend” way too much.

Roommate 3: 22 year old white male.
He moved in last month. Goes to ITT Tech, works at Taco Bell.
Upside: He talks to me (first talking roommate). He also understands how much it sucks to not have laundry facilities here.
Downside: Buys 40 frozen Banquet dinners at once and monopolizes the freezer. (Hello, they are always 10 for $10 … no need to buy so many!). He is scary and people call for him at 4am. He is from Mississippi and talks weird. He gets mad a lot. He yells a lot. He is definitely NOT hot. I might get ill if I accidentally saw him naked. Doesn’t make living with guys more fun.

Roommate 4: (yes I’m critiquing myself!) 22 year old white female.
She graduated from college and she works at a Pizza shop.
Upside: Quiet, doesn’t complain, has a lot of kitchen supplies.
Downside: Leaves TV on all night long, Alarm clock goes off every 10 minutes for hours, leaves bags of bread on kitchen table until green, smells like pizza.

HOUSE: Big blue house on Stanton Ave.
Upside: Clean, warm, spacious bedrooms, good water pressure, clean bathroom, toilet flushes nicely, free cable, free internet, free heat, free water, free phone, free garbage, free toilet paper! Free free free rocks.
Downside: No kitties allowed, no laundry on-site, doors never locked, always bugs in the kitchen sink(in the summer) hmmm … guess that is it.

NEIGHBORHOOD: Highland Park/East Liberty.
Upside: There are trees on my street and squirrels in my yard. My street is quiet. I don’t hear sirens 24/7 anymore, in fact I don’t think I ever hear sirens.
Downside: Where do I begin! I live in “da hood”. A few months ago someone was shot and killed only a few feet from my front porch. It is definitely not somewhere to be out and about at night. The neighborhood Sunoco down the street has a sign that says “No hoods please, thank you in advance”, and you have to pay for your merchandise through a bullet proof encasing around the cash-registers. Livin’ in da ghetto, whoo!

Photographer I am

February 15th, 2004

I will have my photos section of my page up soon, but in the mean time here is a picture that I took with my webcam today. Yeah, I’m working on becoming a professional photographer … look at that smashing profile image of me!


Twenty-Two going on Forty

February 13th, 2004

I was trying to organize some things around here and I came across my old photo-albums as I often do, but this time it was different. Instead of looking at myself and thinking “wow you were fat then” or “girl did you have a bad hair-cut or what?”, this time I just looked at all of my pictures and thought, “wow I look old now”. I suppose that it is only natural that I begin to look older since “duh” I am getting older, but I feel like I look about 35. I can’t remember the last time I was actually carded for something. I can’t remember the last time I looked at myself in the mirror and actually felt like I looked sexy. The other day I was plucking my eyebrows using a little mirror and I detected some wrinkles on the corners of my eyes. That is possibly due to the fact that I rub my eyes a lot but its not just that. If I put on any type of shirt other than a baggy t-shirt, I don’t feel very perky (you know what I mean). Not that I was ever really perky, but whatever. Err. Maybe I just feel that I look old because I act old. I never really do anything these days. I work, I eat, I sleep, and I sit on a chair. Maybe winter is just really getting me down. I’m thinking of getting a fake tan just because I always feel healthier, spunkier, and hotter when I have some color. I don’t know what it is lately, but I don’t feel like I’m 22. I just feel gross.
Anyways, tomorrow is Valentines Day and guess what I’m doing! Come on, just guess! Yep. Working. All night long. I never work Saturday nights but a co-worker of mine asked me to switch shifts with him because he wants to do something with his girlfriend. Awww, how sweet. How could I say no? It would be selfish of me to say no since my Valentines Day plans include: sitting at home. Alone. Watching TV. Shoving unhealthy food into the hole in my face. Now I can make some money so I can go buy myself a Valentines Day present. I need a computer chair in the worst way. My computer chair is a wooden reject kitchen chair that I know for a fact is decades old. I want a nice, swively, cushiony, chair! They have one at WalMart for $35. It isn’t the nicest one in the world, but it will do. Cure that sore bum! Only $35! Hrmphh. I’ll probably opt to save my money in the case that I NEVER find a better job. Sorry bummy … tylenol works almost as well (and its a lot cheaper).

Dirty Laundry

February 9th, 2004

Today I hate this website and I hate movabletype. Yesterday I unintentionally spent the entire day working on this site and the only thing I accomplished was a massive headache from looking at weird html code all day. Errr. I sort of wish I could just go back and use Dreamweaver again for everything even though it is not as convenient. I can’t even edit anything in dreamweaver because nothing looks right. I hate stylesheets, hate hate hate. I tried to attach the stylesheet to my template in Dreamweaver, but no … itÂ’s still all skewed. I just want to press the delete button and kick myself in the face. Anyways! I am seriously finished with this site … now onto adding some things like pictures and whatever else? I haven’t really decided what to put on this website. Again … Anyways!

I have to shower so I can go to work and get smelly. Will someone please buy me a washer and dryer so I can do my laundry? The only thing I hate about living in this house is the absence of laundry facilities. It makes my life hell, especially since all of my clothes smell like fermenting orange juice and I have to bury them in my closet. I need a hamper, but I don’t really have anywhere to put one. I decided that maybe I should get a big bin with a lid to keep my laundry in, but then someone told me that dirty laundry needs air holes (hampers and laundry baskets have holes) or the clothes would just turn into a big heap of smelly moldy nastiness … now doesn’t that sound good? So I figured … what is the point of getting a hamper since the smell will just make its way out of the little holes into my sensitive nose. So … someone, please buy me a washer and dryer. Thanks.

About Damn Time

February 6th, 2004

I know that I have had this website up for a while and I apologize sincerely if I mislead anyone into believing that I would be posting anything on the site. It was my intention to post, however I was having too much fun building the website and I kind of forgot to write something here. I’m having a lot of fun with 9-lives.net and I think I’m just about finished changing the layout/breaking it. I would probably be done now but the internet was dead here for a few days. I do not have anything to rant about right now, so we’ll leave this post short and sweet. So HELLO I’m alive, keep checking back for updates.

I’m sorry

January 23rd, 2004

I’m sorry livejournal, but I cannot update here. I try to but I never really feel like typing in this box. I’ve tried livejournal for a while. I’ve tried my own website …. and nothing ever works. Something is holding me back. Pictures need to be posted. I need links. I need a cool calendar. I need more stuff. I need to be able to make it the way I want it, and I need some space for other things besides words. Sometimes I do not feel like sitting down and posting anything at all. Lately I’ve been consumed with other things. Livejournal is not making me happy anymore. I used to love LJ, but now I just think it is not for me. Obviously I have not updated in a long time. Now I have a new place to put junk. I still can’t promise regular updates, but I will have a journal section. So everyone, keep your eyes open for my new place 9-lives.net.

Whoo Christmas was here!

January 1st, 2004

Ok, so Christmas came and went and it was “the most wonderful time of the year!”. So there is lots of other subjects I could write about since I have not updated in over a month, but I just want to brag about all the kick-ass things I got for Christmas!

Lets start off with my grandparents. They got me: Purple sweater, navy blue sweater, pink/orange sweater, silver tommy hilfiger bracelet w/my initial and matching necklace/earrings, and bath & body works gear.

My uncle got me a WalMart giftcard and I was very excited about that!

My parents got me a lot of stuff. Lets see … I got a new comforter, pillowcases, a toaster oven, a DVD Player, Cheers Season 1 DVD, Three’s Company season 1 DVD, a curling iron, gloves, a hat, KITTY Slippers!, comfy fleece blanket, a new hooded sweatshirt, and a candle.

Todd got me a pretty silver bracelet and a webcam, woohoo!

I think I got everything and more that I wanted for Christmas … so here is the part where I tell you what I got for everyone else!

I got my grandma a daily calendar and a Grandma’s Kitchen ornament/hanging wooden thing. I got my dad a comfy fleece blanket, I got my mom socks, Trading Spaces Book, and some perfume. I got my brother socks and boxers, and I got Todd some DVD’s, boxers, new slippers, and a daily calendar that says funny stuff.

I love Christmas, so Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! I promise to update more more and more!

Happy Thanksgiving

November 30th, 2003

I’ve been slacking lately. Not just my livejournal, but pretty much everything. My final semester is coming to an end and I have a lot of things to get done. I have put everything off as long as possible and now I am going to pay for it. Oh no! Aaaah. Going crazy time. I’ve been so obsessed with managing my school work and my job work this semester that I have made myself kind of crazy. Actually, it has been fun. I have had fun thinking, well I can come home from work and sleep for four hours, get back up and then study more. I’ve also had fun thinking, YAY it’s the weekend, I can get all of my school work done. Unlike normal people who go out and have fun on the weekends, I stay home and study. Besides the occasional hanging out with my boyfriend, life has been pretty boring lately. I had not been home (FC) for sooo long because I can’t sacrifice a weekend of school work and job work to go home and relax. Thanksgiving was nice. We put up the Christmas tree and I played with my cats. My mom gave me a bunch of her Martha Stewart magazines and a handheld sewing machine. I am going to make everyone crafts for Christmas. It will be much fun. I have no idea what I will be making. I know that I am going to craft personalized beds for my cats because they sell shitty ones at Petco and they are the most uncomfortable things in the world. Since my cats have no beds, they usually lay around in boxes. No, actually they sleep in human beds, on couches, and on the floor. But if you turn a box upside down they’ll sleep in that all day. I think they like the box thing because they feel safe and cozy with all those sides surrounding them. So I am going to make them padded boxes for Christmas. I also think I am going to make some cute gift bags that I found in the Martha Stewart magazine, but of course I will need things to put inside of the bags. I can’t wait for school to be over. Job hunting and Christmas crafting here I come!

Note to self: Do not shop alone

November 16th, 2003

I have this problem when it comes to shopping. It is not that I go crazy and buy everything in the store; no I have more sense than that. It is not that I stand around lusting after things I cannot afford, it is that I cannot make a decision to save my life. Today I went shopping; by myself. By myself was a big mistake. Well, actually I guess it could have been worse. I got to my destination at approximately 2:45 and I left around 5:45. So three hours of shopping isn’t that bad. I also stopped at Wendy’s because I was hungry and wasting away. Three hours of shopping is considered “normal” depending on what you buy. Here is what three hours worth of shopping got me: soap, shampoo, resume paper, envelopes, a scarf, air freshener thingy. I also bought one other thing, however that is a secret, for it is a birthday present for Todd. I spent about 45 minutes in Petco talking to gerbils. I almost bought one. Really, I think I would have if I didn’t need to buy a cage, litter, and food. If I could just bring the gerbil home and set it free in my room without any problems he’d be here right now. I also spent a lot of time looking at cat accessories and deciding that my cats definitely need a lot of stuff from Petco. I really wanted to go to Hallmark and look at all the pretty Christmas stuff, but I kicked myself and told myself no. I spent about an hour in an unnamed store contemplating, getting angry, and wondering why the world cannot be customized to my personal needs. Then I went to Walmart and walked around until my feet were sore and I had looked at everything in the store.
Last time I was at Walmart, Todd was with me and he dragged me away from everything I tried to stop and look at. Even though I was sad, I am glad that he did it becuase I have a tendency to just stand and stare, daydream, and completely forget what I am shopping for.

Saturday again …

November 15th, 2003

Another Saturday, another day of work, another boring night at home by myself. I think I am going to take a shower soon, put on my biore nose strips and relax with my wonderful peeling face mask. I feel scrungy, which I do often. Sometimes I feel like I will never be clean. I either need to submerge my body into a pot of boiling water or soak myself in clorox water. Both options would probably severely damage me, but I feel it is the only way to be truly clean. Work makes me feel dirty no matter how many showers I take because I still feel like there is a layer of film on my body. Maybe I’m crazy, but that is how it is when you work with food constantly.
I have chosen to make some of my journal entries “friends only” just because I do not feel that everyone should be able to read the things that I write about. Really, it should have no effect on anyone because it is just a couple entries, and they are mostly older ones anyways. I just don’t want people to know that I’m talking shit on them … haha so I bet you are wondering if I’m talking about you. Well, I guess the only way you’ll find out is to get a LJ account and request to become my friend. Seriously, I’m not talking about you though. But on the topic, if anyone is interested in a LJ account, I have about 7 or 8 free invite codes and I’d glady give one to anyone interested. Just leave a comment and I’ll email it to ya.
In other news, I have no friends anyways. If you would like to be my friend, like just hang out or whatever … please let me know. I have suddenly acquired more free time lately since school is finally winding down, so bring it on people. Come hang out with me. Of course I do have a few stipulations that you must agree to in order to become my friend. 1. You must shower daily and brush your teeth regularly. 2. You must like cats because I like cats. 3. You must live somewhere near me in order to physically hang out with me. 4. You must have no hidden agenda (i.e. kidnapping, murder, selling me drugs), oh and being drug-free is a plus too.
Things I would like to do: Go to movies, go out to eat, go to fun places, look at Christmas lights, take walks (weather permitting), build snowmen (weather and location permitting), go to a quiet bar.
I’m up for any other suggestions too. Here is a list of things I DO NOT want to do.
Things I do not want to do: Go to dance clubs, go golfing, join a cult, eat seafood, buy drugs, use drugs, drink poison.

Anyways, if you are interested in doing anything cool, call me.
My phone number is (edited).
Thank you.

Have a nice day.
Nellie