My favourite out of context quotes of the day:
"No day, those are for the feminists"
"YOU CAN'T FIRE ME! I don't work in this van"

( Oh gotta love aim conversations )

man so I'm still kinda down but I'm taking some time out in tampa which is kinda helping, also had a good conversaion that helped sort my head out. Owen rules. I'm sooooooo exited about moe.Down. my PML is on the 7th. then really nothing to do till graduation at the end of september. I have to poop.

[01:02] molly maniacal: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=53246551
[01:04] 70's Jack: and some people are just special
[01:04] molly maniacal: heh
[01:04] molly maniacal: yeeeeeah
[01:04] molly maniacal: I just. . . . I don't know how to feel
[01:05] molly maniacal: I want to do a guest appearance so bad
[01:05] 70's Jack: with them?
[01:05] molly maniacal: heh yes
[01:05] 70's Jack: you do that
[01:05] molly maniacal: heehee
[01:07] 70's Jack: what would you guest appearance as?
[01:07] molly maniacal: I dunno. . . I think I'd just do a lot of clapping and screaming

I'm crampy. I just dropped off my new kitten off to be spayed . . . at the clinic where my dog was put to sleep, only a few months after being told in the same clinic that he had cancer. Owen is the only boy that isn't pissing me off but he's far too many miles away. . . oh and my attempt at cheering myself up with a caramel macchiato (had to look at the recipt to spell it) has been ruined because there is no caramel flavouring at all.


point of the story is I'm fucking cranky. which is the whole point of blogs. people only write when their super happy or any level of dissatisfied with the universe, which is almost always blown as far out of proportion as possible. anyway like I was saying I'm just here to complain. Life is good. Being with Owen is far more awesome than I could have ever anticipated. I'm murdering at school, got a 100% on my computer aided midterm and I'm pretty sure I killed in SBE (love that class, Corey Jacobs is the fucking man). This Wednesday I get to go on a tour of the backstage goings on at Cir Du Soel at Downtown Disney! So excited, the school recieved an offer for a limited tour and because of all my volunteer hours I get to go.

But I'm still cranky. I'm not happy at all body wise, which I'm not going to continue complaining about that because you'll all argue with me. I'm nervous as hell about PML, mostly because I don't know who I'm going to be working with yet. I know my group has it together, and the group before us has gotten a lot better, but I got to see the other two groups at work, holy debacle batman. I really ought to start taking charge but that takes me away from learning the gear hands on which was the whole point. Still I think I might have to become the Sergeant, no time to deal with chuckle heads anymore.

then there's this issue of boys. well mostly just this one guy, the other boys I'm just bored of. This one guy though, he doesn't mean anything to me, it was only a brief, superficial affair but still it was fun. I was having a lot of fun and was really enjoying being pampered on a seminightly basis but now it's been just impossible to get a hold of him. I asked him straight out if we were done hanging out and he said that it was something else that was going on, that's all. Fine whatever, but that doesn't explain still not calling back. He's no Owen, never could be that important to me, what bugs me is that things were good, things were good and then out of nowhere nada. Not as much as a "eh I'm bored, later". whatever, just a boy. once the hormones subside I'll find another toy to distract myself with. Speaking of hormones, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck cramps. ugh. oh well just an excuse to eat chocolate and not feel all that bad about having to wear the fat pants.

oh well back to golden girls, annoying my brother, and looking at jewelry I can't afford. if you want to make me feel better, here's the wish list

[21:29] Zero: wait... If I'm not at BTS, who are you going to flirt with?
[21:30] molly maniacal: Jordon, Matt, Andrew, that other guy who's name I can't remember, the other guy who's name I can remember and isn't particularly cute but it's just fun to mess with him, etc, etc
[21:31] Zero: whore
[21:31] molly maniacal: that would be if I was fucking them
[21:31] molly maniacal: I'm just a tease you know that
[21:31] Zero: yes, yes I do
[21:32] Zero: everytime I hang out with you, my hand goes "Well it look's like I'm going to get some action tonight"

this weekend was alternatingly awesome and sucky.

awesome

• owen


• owen bringing me copious amounts of fruit leather


• doing the light show for SMB at the State


• getting complimented for said light show (including by complete stranger)


• road tripping


• seeing old friends/ dance party with Sara Banana


• corn bread pancake


• getting drenched just trying to go to the movies (sounds shitty but it was kinda fun)


• buying the YipYip cd for three bucks

sucky

• gas prices


• not sleeping


• people stressing


• spending more money than necessary


• seeing people I had hoped fell off the face of the earth


• driving to hudson when I hadn't planned on it


• hobos


• owen leaving

hey, it's worth a shot

I lost a reeeally faded black hoodie. it has the band Calm's old logo on the front (red star w/the name in white across the front) also had the words "Creating Aspirting Living Music" written down the side of the sleeves.

I cannot for the life of me think of where it would be, best I can guess is I left it somewhere on the Full Sail campus. If anybody's seen it, picked it up, set it ablaze, fed it to the homeless, whatever, just let me know. I love that hoodie, it's one of the few things that have stuck with me over the years and through my travels and it means a lot more to me than warmth and band memorabilia.

here's what it looks like

[21:10] molly maniacal: heehee I just showed my bro the lemon demon video
[21:10] FunwithPoop: yay
[21:10] FunwithPoop: I love that video
[21:10] molly maniacal: as do I
[21:10] FunwithPoop: I just wish it went on for 12 minutes and listed EVERYONE you can think of. From the Tick to the "I've fallen and I can't get up" lady


I <3 my owen. going to visit him and the other boners was the best idea ever, though I uttered the phrase "this is the worst idea" most of the time. I had a blast, even though I spent a lot of time just sitting and doing nothing. Thank you Owen for indulging my every whim and letting me be a complete sloth.

AirTran loosing my baggage sucked. being taken to Ale at eleven at night and being fed guiness and chicken wings kinda made up for it. Getting home to find Venture Bros in my mailbox even better. Being woken up by a phone call at 7 am sucked, but it was a man calling to tell me he was standing outside my apartment with my missing luggage made it all better.

still I should not have left minnesota.

tampa now. don't call I'm on vacation. . . and it's saturday.

[01:33] Owen McOwssim: Looky looky!
[01:33] Ms. Molly Pants: ?
[01:34] Owen McOwssim: umm...that was weird for "hi!"
[01:34] Ms. Molly Pants: you wrote "looky looky" and I was wondering what I was supposed to be lookying at
[01:34] Owen McOwssim: I was looking at you
[01:34] Ms. Molly Pants: don't! I'm naked and eating ice cream

[01:42] Alicia Nicole: DO IT
[01:42] Alicia Nicole: come onnn
[01:42] Scully the Prude: nah, I barely know the guy
[01:42] Alicia Nicole: and?
[01:42] Alicia Nicole: lol
[01:42] Alicia Nicole: you like him
[01:43] Alicia Nicole: right?
[01:43] Alicia Nicole: and u wont do him
[01:43] Alicia Nicole: lol
[01:43] Scully the Prude: I also like sushi but you don't see me shoving a salmon skin roll up my snooch
[01:44] Alicia Nicole: XD

ugh neighbors are in a shouty fighing break up type argument. . . I don't think I shall be sleeping tonight

at what point in the evolutionary process did dogs realize it was in their best interests to make girls absolutely swoon over them? Even the most hardened, ice hearted bitch drops to her knees and starts cooing at the sight of some adorable mutt. At some point, the canine mind must have recognised that wooing the female gender was their most concrete survival tactic. Think about it,

Scenerio One
Girl sees dog, dog lavishes up the attention, wags the tail, licks every surface of exposed flesh it's presented, maybe some playful biting if it's still a pup, girl immediately falls in love and wants to take dog home to feed and take care of it or at least give it a treat

Scenerio Two
Guy walks dog, guy sees girl. girl sees dog, at which scenerio one unfolds. Guy gives girl dog treats. Later that night, wheither the guy is successful in the courtship or not, still feeds and takes care of dog as reward for fetching attention from the fairer sex.

It's a time proven process that has almost never ceased to fail (at least for the dog), thus it evolving away from the lean hunting machine of it's wolf ancestors and to a cartoonish, almost parody of itself.

either way dogs are fucking awesome and I can't wait till I have a backyard so I can get a giant great dane named Patton

I could just go through one week where I don't get excessively hit on, followed around, whistled or hollared at, or favoured, that'd be swell. I know I can't be that hot

better yet if I could go a single day without getting stared at, that'd be nice. I'm not tooting my own horn, I know plenty of those stares are not longing lustful gazes. Seriously, do I have something written on my forehead or something? Even on my most wall flowered, mundane days, when I go out of my way and break against my self concious neurocies (pretend that's spelt right, or even describes what I mean), I still get looks like I'm some kind of ghost

I'm also sick of trying to prove myself. Sick of nobody ever seeming hear what I have to say. I understand we all have to earn our way up the chain of command, but by about this point, for all the work I do, especially at the school, you'd think people would listen to me when I have a suggestion on how to do something.

and no this is not a fishing expedition for comments or attention or flattery. I'm just cranky and need a friend that doesn't piss me off or try to get into my pants.

so bored of this town, of this state. of the same people every day, same chores, same tasks, same lame jokes, same lines, same paths. Sick of falling in to the very same habits and routines that drive me fucking nuts.

thank god for peter gabriel and 9$ cardigans.

I'm back from the dead. . . with aim conversations to share already!

( Boy Island )

( Conversation with a teacher )

life's been busy. . . hectic. . . chaotic. got the bat tat finished and I'm already itchin' for something new. been working a lot, both through school and just starting to get my own gigs outside of the ever smothering arms of full sail. finally got my hard drive relaced (clearly). got a car now. hopefully getting dreads again soon. flying up to minnesota to visit my favourite boy in the world, mr. owen mc awesome pants. and my apartment looks like it was bombed with InfoComm swag. well I'm off to drink some jones, do some homework and go to class at one am. peace out hoes

will you just believe me when I tell you I'm nuts? Seriously, I've known myself longer than any of you will so maybe when I tell you that I'm neurotic, paranoid, and anti-social, take heed. I'm going to start writing up contracts, I need to get in writing that you got all sorts of fair warning to the fact that I am a difficult person to be with, that I am fickle and easily scared, so that when I end up hurting someone or driving them away I can't be held responsible. I'm tired of being the villian. Especially you nice boys. You'll just smile and nod at anything I say but not hear a word, as long as I'm talking to you. And tough guys, don't shy away when I give you the challenge. I'm so "high maintence" I'm actually low maintence. All I need in life right now is to be disconnected, to be able to float in and out of social reality as needed. Sometimes I need a friend more than a boyfriend, and sometimes I need somebody to keep me up all night with torrid dry humping than somebody I have to talk to at all the next day or two. I don't mind being left alone, I'll come to you when I need affection. I am the sterotypical man's dream but all the men I meet are sensitive and caring. . . to be read clingy and emotionally stunted . . . or a teacher at my school which is bad for so many other different reasons.

Thank god for 30 year old men I only have to talk to on the weekends.

[20:49] scully: god damn this is driving me nuts I can't think of why I opened up internet explorer
[20:49] Tim: photobucket to look for nudes.
[20:49] scully: bwahaaahahaha
[20:50] Tim: nudesnudesnudesnudesnudes

life is fun. I'm a man eater, but it's fun. at least I'm honest about it. Boy C has become boy B, and seems to be getting pretty keen on me. I'm a little wary of it, I don't know if it's a game (I've been warned he's a player) or if he's honestly interested in me more than just somebody to hang out and make out with. That would be totally cool and all but eeeeeh the timing asks for disaster. There is a new Boy A. he's . . . he's danger waiting to happen. he's a great guy, but a little inexperienced. . . and by inexperience I mean 28 year old virgin. In fact I was his first kiss. It's kinda fun but the whole point of dating older men is so I don't have to train them. though he's quite a quick learner I must say. I'm still not going to take away his v card. . . well not just yet. I'm definately going to stretch this one out. there's a couple other filler boys but nothing worth mentioning. they're the completely interchangable stereotypical hardcore boys. though one of them might be a budding nudist. I wouldn't mind leading him to the naked side of the force

also, watching tv right now. car commercial. I remark to my friend "Now is it bad that I was paying more attention to the movers and the trussing than the car being featured?" he responds "No. . . because I was doing the same thing" god we're techies

( Scully is on a writing storm! )

[14:54] ChrisT: this is gonna be gay
[14:54] scully: yeeeeah
[14:55] scully: whatever. it's our first live lab. I have absolutely no problem with sucking
[14:55] scully: not like that
[14:56] scully: I say we ditch lab and crash the white power st. paddy's concert tonight. I've had dreams about beating the shit out of people all night
[14:57] ChrisT: where?
[14:57] scully: oscala
[14:57] scully: "White power concert organized by Confederate Hammerskins, a racist skinhead group, and the neo-Nazi National Vanguard"
[14:58] ChrisT: nice
[14:58] scully: I seriously have been having dreams of beating people up
[14:59] ChrisT: i want to punch someone
[15:00] scully: like you know that MTV show where they piss people off and if they can go for so long without getting pissed they give them money. I dreamt I got ambushed by those guys and they stole some buttons or something. and it was getting to the point where I was seriously going to hurt somebody so I said "Fuck this bullshit" and started to walk away
[15:01] scully: then they're all "ha you just lost thirty bucks and were humiliated on public television" so I just started kicking ass
[15:01] ChrisT: scully......
[15:01] ChrisT: your weird

( fair warning )


I've gotten my appetite back. It's really doing me no good to just keep eating boys alive like this. ( I'm going to run out of the nice ones ) I find shamelessly flirting with lab instructors is satiating my needs for attention, and because there's an actual enforcable rule against it, not just a taboo, I don't think I'll be getting myself in all too much trouble.