Live Like You’re Gonna Die…Later

It’s the start of a revolution! With the help and inspiration of BKT (aka BTK, Bran, Bra, The Black Guy)…I present to you…”The Live Like You’re Gonna Die…in 15-20 Years” Life Plan!

• Eat healthy, boring foods for two days straight every month then eat whatever you want the rest of the time. Treat yourself to two healthy meals MAX each week every two weeks thereafter.

• Exercise…But wait til tomorrow morning. (Tip–don’t get up!)

• Plan lots of outings with friends…when you have the time next week/year.

• Smoke, drink, play loud music and eat lots of ramen. Wait, don’t do that last thing.

This is just the basic plan, but I can see self-help guides, diet plans, books on tape…

It’s the perfect blend of “living in the moment” and procrastination! Cuz that “moment” can wait!

Okay, so that’s actually more lame (lamer?) than what I’d originally planned out in my head. Oh well. It was a nice thought.

Crap Movies and Crap Comments

Gimme some ideas for bloggage, people. I need your help. I’m trying here, but nothing is coming to mind.

I could look around at the news, make fun of pictures, blah blah blah, but…I don’t wanna. I’m sick of it.

In other news, never watch–Strange Wilderness

There actually was one funny part during the time I was actually paying attention. (Mind you, it’s still on right now, but I obviously have other priorities. Now it’s just background noise.) During the “funny” moment, Jonah Hill’s character is singing a song he wrote and playing the guitar. It’s not hilarious, but it made me laugh. I guess that doesn’t take much though…

However, I’m disappointed because I like Steve Zahn. He plays the same character in every freaking movie, but he’s got that character down, bitch! Also, those dudes that are in every Happy Madison film are in it, “Lieutenant Farva” is in it, Jonah Hill…and the I-Mac/Waiting guy. This is clearly a movie of That Guys. WAIT, another funny moment. The I-Mac guy just did this crazy stoner-guy-ready-to-fight dance. What the hell, I YouTubed it— Click on this and go to 1:52 in the clip.

In other news, I enjoy pre-made brownies.

Also, I enjoy painting and power-sanding. I haven’t painted anything since I was in high school, and I forgot how much I enjoy making and “fixing” things. (IMPORTANT NOTE: I do NOT enjoy putting things together–i.e. dressers, bookcases, any sort of stand, entertainment centers, chairs, desks. SCREW THAT. ) What’s funny is that Cara let me use the power sander because she figured I’m a Power Tools kind of gal. You know this!!!

Oh, I got a comment from some person I don’t know, which was cool and uncool at the same time. (I deleted this comment.) This person decided to leave me a comment with something along the lines of “I guess I missed the point. Nice blog to drop in and read though. Cheers.”

Yeah…so….maybe I’m a blog biotch or a snob or…weird… But here’s a rule for those who stumble across my posts (and if you happen to read this, obviously):

!) If I don’t know you, don’t leave a comment unless you’re contributing something to the blog topic/discussion.

2) If I don’t know you, don’t leave a comment unless you’re contributing something to the blog topic/discussion.

3) Refer to numbers 1 and 2.

Nighters.

A Blog of Links

Pick a granny, get some socks!

*Note: click on “English” on the right-hand side of the navigation bar…unless you understand German.

The Battle of David and Missy

Wake up and chase your alarm clock.

The reason I have a job.

Is That Duct Tape on Your Face?

Horrible Band Picture of the Day:

All of the dudes kinda have some douchebaggination going on, but come on!  I guess he’s trying to be memorable, but he looks like Ace Frehley and David Bowie’s love child.

In other news, I’d like to thank “Andrew” for my hangover today.  Hope everyone had a fabulous weekend!

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Dear Honkeys, Hobos and Hornballs,

So I haven’t written anything in here for quite some time. I am sorry. I WILL START WRITING INHERE LIKE THOSE BAD BREAKUP LETTERS! UR A DIRYT SLUT AND I WILL NOT GIVE BACK YOUR BLACK T-SHIRT!

Okay, now that I’ve succeeded in using the word “slut” and making reference to a Ben Folds Five tune…it’s officially time to move on.

I think I’m starting to feel like an adult. As a kid, you kinda think it just kind of happens. (At least, that’s how I always felt.) You grow up step-by-step, but everything always seemed to be measured in milestones.

Presenting Missy’s Past Theory of Becoming an Adult…Not necessarily in sequential order:

You get your driver’s license/start driving. You get your first job. You go to Prom. You turn 18. You live on your own for the first time. You can drink (legally). You graduate college. You start your first job. You buy a house. You get married. You have kids. You retire. You forget who you are and poop yourself.

Now I’m finding it’s not so much about events as it is about one’s frame of mind. You invest your time and focus on different things. You start figuring out who you are as a person and are finally comfortable with it.

Which brings me back around to why I knew I had to start writing in here again–I’ve lost my focus…again. I need to go back into kid-dom a bit. After I get into the routine of doing something, I easily become a robot. In fact, I’ve started to feel/seem extremely boring and lame these days. It’s likel I’ve nothing to talk about even though so much more is going on in my life than when I was “exciting.” (Hey! At first, I typed “extremely” as “exxxtremely.” Maybe I’m not so boring. Hey-yooooo!)

I just need something to stimulate my mind a bit every now and then because I like being at least somewhat entertaining to those around me. I want to be random and talk about nothing all the time. I want to be intriguing, and I want to be able to hold up my end of the conversation with something other than “Oh yeah? That’s cool….*crickets chirping*”

Life is great now though. I have amazing, super, fantastic, cool-a$$ people around me…I just feel like I’m not holding up my end of the deal. HA.

In other news…to dispel any notions you might have had about me…guess what?

I’m a freaking introvert.

I know that’s shocking for most of you. (Riiiiight.) For some reason, I thought I was more on the extroverted side because I’m stimulated by being around other people and I like being in the spotlight.

Honestly though… what’s going on in my own head will always be more important than anything actually going on around me.

Rock.

Ms.A.D.

(Lame.)