Wednesday, October 28, 2009

The Fandom Gives Back!

I've signed up to be auctioned off!

Yeah, you read that right. I'm being auctioned off for The Fandom Gives Back, Author Auction. I won't be offering my writing services but I will be up for some other goodies.

All proceeds from the auction go to benefit Alex's Lemonade Stand, a charity that raises money for cancer research.

So do your part, bid or donate, every little bit helps!

Go to for more deets and info.

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Wednesday, October 21, 2009


No witty stuff here.

The issue of my coworker sexually harassing me has been dealt with. His hours have been changed so that out of all the hours we both work in a week we'll only see each other 1 of those hours. He has been forewarned that his behavior was unacceptable and it will not be tolerated.

Work today was a little bizarre to say the least. They've moved me from my little closet into my boss (Becky's) office. Today she had letters she needed to send out so she talked while I typed (because who knew I could type the fastest of all the employees?) but there were five of these letters she needed to have written up and my boss has that Lincoln accent so it was all improper grammar and I hate the Lincoln accent, I really do.
So, that took a good 2 hours. I was able to break free for a few minutes to visit the microwave to heat up my soup for lunch and then back into the office where she proceeded to start talking to the printers. And by talking I mean, she yelled at them until she figured out that one was out of ink and the other was out of paper.
When she had calmed down from that she started singing...loudly, and very very off key. First it was Beauty and the Beast, "Oh To Be Human Again," then she switched over to, "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz." By the end of it, I was ready to poke myself in the ears with fire pokers. Honestly! I know it was slow but that was painful.

I'm starting to miss my closet.

As far as my classes go, I know I'm passing Theatre and Biology, as far as English and Feminist Theory go, I'm not really sure.

To give you an idea of how far behind I am on the subject of homework, here's the list:

(Keep in mind I need to complete this all at the very least Sunday, at the very most Tuesday, of next week.)

In Theatre: Must read pages 217-405 before Tuesday of next week and complete a 4-page play report by that same time.

In English: Must read Ralph Waldo Emerson's "Self-Reliance and Other Essays" (117 pages), Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven and Other Favorite Poems" (50 pages), and complete a 1,000 word paper over both books by Tuesday.

In Biology: Lab Report that is due Monday (who would have thought that Biology would be my easy class?)

In Feminist Theory: Must read 5 chapters of 60-90 pages and complete 5 2-page papers by Sunday.

Like I said, lots of stuff to do. On top of that I have to start figuring out my topics for final papers and I have like 3 articles to write for the first edition of the newspaper.

I'm swamped.

I'll see you all when I dig myself out from under this hole.


P.S. I may...have to disappear for a few days and it won't be because I'm playing catch up on homework. I have some health issues I'm working out right now.
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Monday, September 7, 2009


This isn't nearly all the pictures I took, but these are from early last month. It's only taken me this long to post them because I haven't had access to my laptop.

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Sunday, September 6, 2009

Pic Spam To Come Laterrr

I'm naughty.

Really, really naughty.

On that note, I'll let you know why (because it's not for the reasons you're thinking, you dirty little chickens).

I have a massive load of homework. I haven't done any of it.

To give you an idea I'll post the links for a majority of my English homework and give you an idea on the assignments I have to finish in the next day.

For English:
We have to read The Prologue, The Author to Her Book, To My Dear and Loving Husband, and Before the Birth of One of Her Children by Anne Bradstreet (I'd recommend googling them. They're all very good. I especially like The Prologue).

To follow all of those up we have to read everything from the following links:

AND we still have to read the sermon "Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God".

That's just English.

I still have the twenty-six pages to read for Theatre from the textbook and the lab work for Biology.

On top of THAT I have Fem. Theory which is all as follows (taken directly from the syllabus):

Treichler and Kramarae. “Feminism” from The Feminist Dictionary
Walker. “Womanist,”
Bunch. “Not by Degrees: Feminist Theory and Education,”
Lorde, “The Master’s Tools Will Never Dismantle the Master’s House,” (Link because I have the wrong edition of the book:
hooks. “Theory as Liberatory Practice,”
Lexicon of the Debates, (section pages: 34-55)
hooks, Feminist Theory: From Margin to Center : “Preface to the 2nd edition”

*sigh* This is gonna be fun.

I have no idea how I was talked into going to the Lia-Sophia party at 6 but I was. So that's going to delay my homework for at least another hour and a half.

*facepalm* I'm so dead.

If you're wondering about the title of this post it's because I went on a little picture-happy spree today. I was bored and it's a nice day sooo I'll post those pictures later. haha.

Alright, I've got dinner to eat.

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Friday, September 4, 2009

I Need A Moment To Rant


People are taking things to a whole new level. Not only has this person insulted my career path, which I can take because not that many people have a real respect for it anyway, but now they've gone on to insulting me on a whole new personal level.

This was just a low blow and I mean really low, like below the belt low. Like knock me over and kick me in the gut while I'm down kinda low.

I'm pissed and upset and this person is never going to know what they did because they are one of those people who doesn't acknowledge what they've done. They continue on as if nothing ever happened because they don't think what they're doing is wrong.

I've got a tough enough skin that I can take just about anything anyone throws at me but when you insult what goes on in my head and what I've gone through, you and I, we're gonna have some issues.

And I'll sit here and take it because they don't do this to other people. I guess I'm just special.

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Thursday, September 3, 2009

This Post Is Brought To You By...

Okay, first things first...

The thing I forgot in the last post was my first English class and I don't know HOW I could ever have forgotten this "conversation".

We had to go around and say our names, and how far along in our degree programs we were and whatever the hell else we wanted to add. So the first girl goes and she says her name (which I've forgotten already) and goes through the rest of that rig-a-ma-role and gets to the most recent book she's read which dun dun DUN just so happens to be Twilight.

And I'm at the back of the room going "YES, I'm NOT the only dork in here" and then she goes on to praise Stephanie Meyer as being one of the greatest writers of all time..and my face dropped and I pretty much went WHAT THE FUCK. The girl sitting to my right inched away from me, I swear.

And Retzlaff, let's face it, she's a little gullible, especially with the way this girl is going on and on and on and ON about how wonderful it is.

So I'm back there formulating how I'm going to set Retzlaff straight, because I love her and no one should be mislead like that. I'll admit Twilight is great for YA but seriously? Retlaff is someone who sits and reads Anne Bradstreet, and Austen, and Agatha Christie because she WANTS to. She likes that kind of thing and we're very similar in that sense.

So, it gets to my turn and I go through the motions and because I took WST101 with Kay and she remembers me (as the shy little lurker in the background with...oh how did she put it?... A "brilliant" mind..yeah, that's right I'm brilliant...thank you so much for noticing Kay) we were joking around and having fun and she was very interested to learn about how I wanted to pursue an education in Women's Studies with a focus on the literature.

And then I dropped the bomb...yes, the bomb that I TOO had read Twilight. Well..needless to say me and this other girl got all up in each others business debating Stephanie Meyers prowess as a writer. It got a little gory, I'll admit.

I like Twilight, but only for the concept not the actual writing and this girl is sitting there and she's OLDER than me and she says that the CLASSICS have nothing on SMeyer and I got all pissy about it because nothing beats a good Bronte or Austen on a rainy day NOTHING. Eventually Retlaff broke us up but she was all intrigued and one girl offered to loan Kay her copies (turns out there were three other women in there who had read it).

Needless to say, it was weird. I don't think I've ever gotten into such a heated debate with someone even that time in 8th grade when Matt Macone and I were going back forth about the Holocaust and he made me cry. Yeah, it was worse than that.

Okay to fast forward past all that angst and into today's angst. If you follow me on Twitter (because it's all sorts of magical) then you probably got the tweet I posted after my Theatre class (Something along the lines of "One of my biggest pet peeves is when people are inconsiderate...").

I have two classes they both meet Tuesdays and Thursdays. If you knew me at the time of last fall when I first started college you know about the three-month puking thing. Long story short, I have really severe SEVERE anxiety to the point that I can make myself physically sick (in the case of last fall it was everyday for three months straight). It being the beginning of a new semester, I haven't thrown up yet but I do still get very very nauseous. So nauseous in fact, that I can't eat breakfast.

I've told you all that to tell you this,
I have my ENG102w class that meets from 10-11:20 and then I have my DRA110 class that meets from 11:30-12:50. I love my DRA professor. Batty is a little loony and if you just let him go off on his tangents he's a happy man. I do have respect for him because he knows what he's talking about just as I have had respect for all of my professors.

But what this kid did goes beyond disrespecting the professor, he disrespected the other seventeen students in that classroom.

Because I can't eat in the morning I have to wait until after my classes. Well, today was one of the days where they had a luncheon thing where you can meet the Student Government reps and my class is just down the hall from the lounge where they hold these meetings.

And they had pizza and it smelled GOOOOOOOD.

And we were all content to sit there and smell it and be hungry because we are good, diligent students.

Well...come noon, you can hear peoples stomachs grumbling but we all stayed and listened to Batty rant about poo-berty (because he pronounces puberty weird), all of us but one.

The kid behind me leaves the classroom comes back a few minutes later with two HUGE slices of pizza. I was pissed, Batty just looked surprised and everyone else was shooting him dirty looks.

He sits behind me and I hate it when I have people chewing in my ear so obviously I'm getting a little irked about it. Then he starts participating in the class discussion with his mouth FULL. He's spewing bits of food on the back of my neck and everyone is just sitting there watching him talk with his mouth full. I was actually having fun in my theatre class until that kid came back in with that paper plate.

Still, I got a couple good quotes from Batty which I will post for you now:

"We are a mean and horny race." -From our discussion on video games (I told you he gets off topic).

"The wonderful thing about censorship is that it always backfires"- From our discussion on censorship of Kurt Cobain songs over classic literature.

And now I have an unbelievable amount of homework to start on. Bright side of this, I have no classes tomorrow or Monday (because of Labor Day).


P.S. Being inconsiderate is not the only thing pissing me off today. People need to stop being so fucking ignorant. For one, it makes YOU look stupid. Two, it makes ME hate you (and I'm pretty sure I'm not the only the one who's going to hate you). Three, it's getting SO fucking tired.

Learn about it before you go spouting off shit that's entirely presumptuous. Seriously, if there is one sure-fire way to look completely uneducated it's to say stupid shit like that. Stop.
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Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Taking A Second To Breathe...



Oh my geee. First week of classes is almost over, I haven't even gone back to work, and I already wanna crawl in a hole and sleep for a hundred thousand years.

I'm writing this real quick while my tremendous reading assignment for English102w prints.

I have so much to say and I don't think I can type fast enough.

Let's see, first, I've turned twenty. Yay! It was pretty great fun even though I spent most of the morning making lunch. I got some great presents and my cake was totally made of WIN.

I'm finally no longer an American Folk Festival virgin. I went twice and fell in love with Cherish the Women, a celtic band (who somehow worked in a Canadian violinist).

They had neat-o accents and I swear, I died a little when those dancers came on stage. So jealous! I've always wanted to do that.

Anyway, moving on, first day of classes I thought I was gonna puke because of nerves. Ended up not puking and not having a lab so I was happy. I've fallen in love with Klose, my Biology teacher. He rocks my non-existent (because seriously who wears 'em when it's still warm?) socks.

Ended up going to get an iTunes gift card to celebrate and I was TAXED for it. 75 Cents at that. Pissed as hell about it too. Completely ruined my day.

Second day of classes, again, thought I was gonna throw up but I didn't.

English was interesting. I love Retzlaff don't get me wrong, but I forgot how fast and how much she can talk. Class went over by five minutes and I had five minutes to get my junk out to my car and drive across campus and find the room for my DRA class. Yeah, went into the wrong room and ended up in a Statistics class. Thankfully I looked over at the kid next to me and noticed his book. Got up and left, ended up that the next class over was mine. I arrived with 1 minute to spare and thankfully the professor was late.

Batty was great but the room smelled funny. Apparently they're supposed to put new carpeting in (which I hope it's soon it seriously smells like piss in there).

Just checked the printer, only on page 19 of whatever and I'm starting to run out of ink...fantastic.

Alright, back to Batty. That man can go on trips too and I don't mean the fun kind. He gets completely off topic. It's a theatre class and I understand there's a great history involved HOWEVER, we got a history lesson on everything BUT theatre. I ended up almost falling asleep.

Ended up going home and taking my sister to the playground. Where, those of you on twitter, got a free picture show of our fun.

Came home and played Apples to Apples and Dev's boyfriend commented about my nipples. Overall, it was very awkward for everyone but him.

Ended up passing out around 8 because of a migraine.

Which leads us to today, the third day of classes. Today was a pretty good day. I only had Bio and because next Monday is Labor Day I have no classes, therefore I was assigned my lab assignment early. I'm a little panicky about it because it involves a computer game...don't ask me why. I suck at computer games, or well, video games period. I'm just not coordinated in a way that makes it possible to do them.

Came home, changed into my jammies, had lunch with Mumzi, got dressed again to go out to dinner. Parents were (still are) out of town so we went to McDonald's. Ended going to see Dev's friend Barbara afterwards so the little sister could get a strawberry milkshake. Colored pages at Nicky's while a little boy next to us spit chocolate milk out all over Devon.

And because we love spending any money that isn't ours, we headed over to the Hannaford to get junk food and then to the Dollar Tree. I ended up with a My Little Pony (thank you for renewing this obsession in me Brie) coloring book and Devon got silly putty.

Now I'm tackling the Everest size mountain of reading Retzlaff assigned for tomorrow. *sigh* I know I'm forgetting some of it. Not sure what it is and I'm sure I'll think of it later but right now I just wanna sleep. Alas, sleep has to wait for probably a couple more hours.

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Saturday, August 29, 2009

Goin' Old School

Alrighty. So these are kinda all over the place. You can find my commentary above each picture. Enjoy!

This is my favorite picture of my mom. Despite the lazy eye (yes, that is a lazy eye. She's had surgery to correct it since this picture was taken) she's really pretty here.

Aaaand here's my dad. His hair looks amazingly dark in this picture. He's a natural ginger. Total carrot top as a kid. XD
These next few pictures were supposed to go from youngest to oldest but they uploaded weird.
This is my parents on their honeymoon in the Bahamas.

This was their wedding day (obviously). From left to right: My Nana (great grandmother), my mom (despite teasing her, she really does look very pretty in this picture), my dad (who TOLD ME he had the moustache on his wedding day. *sing song* I don't seeee it), my grammy Eva (my dads stepmom), and my grampy.

This was actually taken in our backyard. That tree has since been cut down but I love this picture of my parents. Told you my dad was a ginger. XD

Aaaand wow. I almost hate seeing pictures of my mom with long hair. Only because it brings up memories of other photos where my mom was a total hippie. Legit.

Take a look at THAT picture (above) and then look at the one below. Yeah, THIS (below) picture was taken a year ago at my Aunt Vi's house in Perham. Can you count the frogs in the background? Yeah, she collects them. Last I knew her collection was over 1,000 frogs items/objects.

Me and my sister about 4 years ago in the U.S. Virgin Islands.

Again, U.S. Virgin Islands, back when I had red hair. This was at our hotel, down by the restaurants.

Freshman year of high school, I was sitting in our living room waiting to leave for the semi-formal. No idea why there's a random sneaker by my feet but that's not actually my foot, just so you know. haha.

Aaaaaaand my Freshman school picture. So hot dude. XP

OH! OH! Not only am I embarrassing myself and my parents. I HAVE to post the next couple pictures of my sister because it looks like she doesn't have a neck. teehee. I love it. My hair wasn't actually THAT blonde, it's just the lighting.

AGAIN, my sister has no neck. haha. Hot picture, right? Those are so much fun to do. Everyone should do one of these at LEAST once in their lives. Doesn't necessarily have to be with your family though. Especially if you don't want them getting copies and posting them on blogs.

This was at the aquarium in Virgina. I'm actually pretty surprised that we were able to get my dad to do this.
Still at the aquarium in Virginia. I have no idea whyyyyy I'm sitting on some random dolphin though. haha.

This was at the airport going home from Virginia. Can someone please tell me what book I'm reading? I have yet to figure it out. But that's totally like me, ignoring everything else, with my nose in a book.

Not only am I willing to embarrass myself and my family, I welcome friends into the fun as well. REMEMBER THIS BECCA? I think you had snorted some smoothie in your nose or something. I can't really remember.
I don't think it was meant to come out like this but it's pretty cool that it did. This was where the Curb Killer was born. haha. Oh that poor child.

Bar Harbor Waterfront.

Can someone let me in on when I went Drag Queen? I'm wearing GLITTER, FISHNET, and CAMO. WTF.
RUUUUDDDDDYYYYYY. God I miss that cat. He was love. God I couldn't have been over 11, 12?

This was the BDN christmas party. I must have been about 10. That would have been the last year I could have received a present. Wonder what my deal was with overalls...

This was me and my sisters baptism, back when I didn't think of dirty things if someone ever mentioned "pulling pork".

WTF is my mom wearing? Those are supposed to be glasses right?....They kinda look like goggles.

FATHER HICKEY. *le sigh* I miss him.
My momma dressed me up reeeaaaalll perty for my baptism. Dear God, it looks like I'm wearing a sack.

My sister was really cute then....I wonder what happened.

My sister looks like a BOY. Dude, that's totally her Bam Bam vest. Victims of the 90's right there.

That rocking chair, it actually played music when you rocked it. Why can't they make cool stuff like that for grown-ups?! Pretty sure if I sat in it now (pretty sure we still have it in the attic) it would break.

Awwwwwwww. Ain't she cute? She doesn't look like that in a onesie anymore.
See it's hard to believe this is my sister sometimes. That angelic look doesn't exist anymore. Neither does the strawberry. Sad.

Now THERE is a face I recognize. She still makes this one. Gets all red like that too.

We actually just recently got rid of that chair like 2 (?) years ago. haha.

I wish my parents had waited so I would have been old enough to remember this day. That would have been nice.

Oh school pictures, they're always the best aren't? haha.

My mom had a thing for putting bows in my hair. At least it wasn't the "fountain" like what my sister got.

That's my Grampy. That kitchen hasn't changed at all. Except that this summer they took the wallpaper down and repainted. Other than that every thing's the same. haha. And that lurker in the corner down there, that's my uncle peanut.

This is Alex. I was old enough that I vaguely remember him. Though, I'm not sure what I'm doing on the floor. Lovin' the ruffle socks.

This is my favorite picture...EVER. My Grammy and I up at the house in Fort Kent (you can see a corner of it off to the side there) picking daisies. I this picture. LOVE.

DUCKIES. My mom and I were actually talking about getting ducks again today.

On the back of this picture it says: "The baby's so bright she's gotta wear shades". Thanks for noticing Jess, thanks. (Jess is my cousin P.S.)

Like I said on Twitter, I totally rocked that trend....Jeez I had chubby legs. haha. We still have that same laminate in the kitchen.

I had to ask my mom because I wasn't sure but that was the first day I ever dressed myself. Yeeeaaaah, I was a total fashionista.

Aaaand there's me and my daddy and our doberman Sporty. *sigh* I want big dobbies again. I'm gettin' sick of the little yappy ones. haha

I actually remember this chair except that I don't remember it being by the stairs.

That's probably why I'm blind now. I traumatized my eyes by wearing other peoples glasses.

That's the door to my parents room. I've never seen the carpet so clean. Lovin' the ruffled pants, totes.

That yellow spot on my jacket would be Pooh Bear.

I think this may be why I hate the color pink. My mother bundled me in it to an extreme.

Like I said, extreme.

DONUTS. I don't think my parents fed me (though by the looks of my legs I could be wrong) and that's why I'm so happy for creamy filled goodness (and if anyone makes a dirty comment about that I will hurt you. I was like 3 for heavens sake! XD)

I think I dove head first in my cake. This was the same year my mom made me a cookie monster cake. Something spilled on the picture and that makes me a little sad. I like this picture.

That shed isn't there anymore. Neither are those trees. And I think we gave that swing to the neighbors. Geez, my parents took away all the good stuff from my childhood. haha.

I checked, they make those swings a lot safer now. haha.

Just give me a rubber duck and I'm a happy baby. haha. (Again with the bows?!) No idea whose kitchen that is.

I think we still have that blanket somewhere...

Booties and bows, booties and bows. That's where it's at kids.

Lovin' how the bear is bigger than me. It's not anymore but that's beside the point. We still have that bear too. I know that much.

Apparently I was plotting world domination? Some kind of mischief at least. That is a really evil look. Holy cow.

I get all teary-eyed looking at this picture. I miss my Nana...AND her cookies. She always made the best sweets. It was scary as heck goin' up on that second floor though. It sucks that they had to sell the house. The new owners haven't taken care of it all and the garden's completely gone.

My Grammy Eva. She still has those curtains too.
I wish I could've found the old b&w's. My Grammy Carol was really pretty when she was younger.
I think my mom was more excited about those first teeth than I was. I look like I've been accosted...which essentially I am being my moms finger/camera.
I still have that dinosaur! It's in a box on the second level of the garage.
Dad was definitely more exctited about that bath than I was.

Yeah, my first christmas and my mom sticks a bow on my head. It's a wonder I still like christmas with all the traumatizing things my mom did to me on that day.

TA DA! If you've reached the end without barfing at the sugary sweetness of the mess I call a childhood you deserve a medal. Like...srsly.
So yeah, there's all the cute ass baby pictures of me you're ever gonna get. XP
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