Annnnd...

Because they're awesome:


I love my new earrings. Though I don't know that I like them more than the old ones.

Comparisons...

Really for my own reference.


Cingular
(With roll-over) 900 anytime, unlimited m-to-m and n&w: $59.99
1000 txt/month (.05 add. txts): $9.99
International coverage: No idea.
Phone: They're all kinda ugly. I guess I'd take this one if I had to.












Verizon
(They charge you for detailed billing? Wtf?)
1350 anytime: $79.99
On anything else I'll have to get back to you, the site is being douchey.

Sprint
(Oh dear lord, make the yellow stop. Sarah was right. Ick. New logo ugly.)
(Wow. I hate the minutes on here.) 700 anytime, unlimited n&w: $49.99 (.05 add. minutes)
Anymore information than that is like trying to pull teeth.
Possibly the most un-informative non helpful website I've ever been to. They need to learn to cater to those on the web.

T-mobile
(My current provider)
1000 anytime, unlimited n&w: $45.99
International text messaging is available, cost varying country to country.
Phone:























Virgin Mobile
(Does anyone actually have this carrier? This site really was designed for younger people, but the plans are difficult to understand.)
(Largest plan, what the hell?)350 anytime, 500 n&w: $49.99 (Roughly)
Phone: They're all crappy. They only have four to choose from.

Overall:
So I guess I have the best possible service for me right now. I wouldn't doubt that they have different offers when you go to talk to a dealer. I completely understand why no one uses Virgin Mobile, it's kinda crappy. The plans suck and shite. No one seems to want to give me much information on international coverage or text messaging. I couldn't find that much information on text messaging at all actually. I y could just be that I'm used to the T-Mobile site but I thought it was the easiest to navigate. If I can't check things out online, then that makes me not want to even go with that carrier. Although sites do change when you log in. I do still need to try to look into Verizon.


Ugh. Cell phones are ridiculous.

I come up to meet you...

I feel like crying. I think Tiggs knows I'm sad. He won't leave me alone. Currently he's perched in front of my keyboard.
I guess I have nothing to do tonight. That's a good thing, right? I'm sure I could use the rest.
I'm thinking I'll photograph cd's. Maybe. I don't know. I've bounced a ton of ideas around my head.
Tiggs is now licking my fingers, while I'm typing. Oh good. He found a seat, on top of my arms and chest. I am having far too much trouble typing.


Between tonight and tomorrow I need to:
-Take those pics.
-Study for math.
-Finish my PS homework, which looks like crap.
-Do laundry.
-Look at scholarships and fill out grant/fafsa stuff.
-Pay that stupid fucking parking ticket.


This week I have to:
-Call doctor to get to derm.
-Call and schedule appt to get to other doctor. Ugh.
-Call valet place again.
-Start cleaning my room (pft, yeah right).




Steve (guy at work that looks like Carl Winslow from Family Matters) thinks he found an mp3 player on one of the planes and took it home. Thinks? Yes, I know. He's bringing it in on Tuesday. I told him that if it is there is a damn good chance that I will buy it off him.
Not next paycheck but the following one I am switching phone services. I don't care that I have to pay like 200 to get rid of T-mobile. I am tired of paying so much money on my phone bill. This month's is 125. It seems like I don't really do much to get these huge bills. I text NZ. I know it can be a lot, but can it really make a 60-80 dollar phone bill 125? I don't think so. Besides, my phone is crap and I need a new one.
I love Coldplay.
I wish I lived in Sweden: http://www.nocturnalmodels.com/ Why does it seem like Germany and Sweden have all these awesome goth/punk chicks? Maybe it's just because I live in Michigan and don't see that sort of thing so often. Probably would happen more if I lived in Cali or something.
*sigh* I need to do pretty modeling. I need a decent photographer. No no, make that amazing. I need an amazing photographer. I'm too damn picky when it comes to photographers. Then again too many of them just want to take pics of naked chicks. Can't say I blame them, but I'm not going to be that naked chick in front of the camera.


Tears streaming down your face,
And I...
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.

Great!

Yeah, it's going to be a grand fucking day, I can feel it. I forgot my work id at home and realised this right as I was getting on the freeway to go to school. I couldn't turn around and go get it, I'd miss class. If it were any other class I wouldn't care, but math. Am so screwed in mathe. I just scarfed down a cup of pineapples, which will probably end up being my lunch and main part of dinner. Goody. I'm sick of this stupid schedule, and until something changes, I will do nothing but complain. I am working on changing it. I plan to call A1 valet tomorrow to see if they recieved my app. Oh, so I called this morning while I'm on my way over there to fill out an app. and they tell me "Oh, you can do it online." Great. So I did it. I really hope they call me. Am going to call them lots to see if they'll interview me or whatever. I really want this job, I don't know why, just really appeals to me I guess. Cowboy Beebop music most definitely reminds me of Firefly. Weird. Especially after the discussion I had.
Ho hum. Work.

Aw...

He loves me, he really loves me.


He made me a thing to explain my homework to me. Yay!

Groarm!

Possibly the most unsatisfying conversation I have ever had with him. Weird.

Bright eyed and bushy tailed

So here it is, 2.30. 31 according to this thing. Yesterday I saw Col for lunch. Even paid. 'Cause I'm a nice person and he's broke constantly. I figured it if was my idea to go grab food and he had no money, I'd pay. I could afford it, so I think it'll be okay. He hinted, no actually he was pretty blatant, about wanting to have sex with me. I just sort of smiled and nodded. I don't want to have sex with him. Honestly, not so much with the sexually driven lately. *blush* There are exceptions. I think the sexual partner would matter a lot too. I, obviously, am quite enamored with Nate...everyone else sort of pales in comparison. I feel like I messed that sentence up. Sentence? Sentance? Erm...I am just all sorts of confused tonight/this morning.
I am so sick of my job. I need to stop not going/leaving early. I'm def going to get fired if I don't knock it off. Or I could just find a new job. Tomorrow I am getting up at seven and getting out of here by nine. I am going to apply at the valet place. Grr. Need to. I'll try a few more Applebee's too. God knows there are enough of those around.
Apparently responsibility and independence are not only respectable qualities, but turn ons too. Go figure. Me...responsible? Surely you must be joking. I'm not, and don't call me Shirley. Bad. Terrible actually.
So far I like the new Coldplay album. It's tres cool. I do really like that song Fix Me that they have on the radio.
Mrow?

This might actually be better

Probably safer here than lj.

This is getting really old...

Really quickly. So I've now had the same person call me and tell me that they're the FBI (twice) and now: Darth fucking Vader. What the hell? The person mentioned something about Jeff's buddylist. Which confused the hell out of me. What does a buddylist have to do with a phone call? Jeff Blaisdell? As in from the library that I briefly dated and broke his heart? Or Jeff Kroll? Which I think just might confuse me more. But Jeff B. didn't have any friends last time I checked. Yes, I know. I'm still confused on my attraction on that whole thing.
I guess I'm lunching with Col tomorrow. I miss him. And Jordan! Oh I miss the J-man. She rocks.
Should I call the random person back? Do I bother to try and figure out who the hell it is? *shakes head* I've no idea. I'm thinking ignore and eventually it'll go away. If anyone felt the need to prank the person back: 313.506.0025. Not that I think that anyone would ever do that.
*sigh* C'est la vie, non?

Joss and other random things...

My favorite picture of her.
















Overall I am thoroughly dissapointed with how these turned out. The ones of Tigger and mum's tummy were the best (not grainy at least). Those were taken in sunlight. The only thing I can think is that I desperately need to break down and buy a flash. I should probably pick up a tripod eventually too. I think I'll work on the flash first though. *sigh* I suck. Gorroarm.

Have already posted too much today...

One more. Then one after this too. Pic posts only.

Deskkkkkkkkk!!!






My huuuuuuge monitor. Seriously. Huge.


The book underneath it.

Dumb post, but I don't think I care.

Ultimate dorkdom...

Or boredom.



Yep yep. *is big dork*

Dreams

I had a terrible dream this morning. I called Jason three times in one day. He answered his phone the third time and said "What? What do you want?" I told him I just wanted to talk to him, I hadn't in so long. "It was so urgent it couldn't wait for a decent time?" "no...i..." He began to yell at me. Told me to stop bothering him. He asked me a lot of questions and I made attempts at answers, which only consisted of two to three words sheepishly spoken. I began to cry. I was crying hard. I didn't know what to do. I woke up.
I don't know why this dream bothers me so much. I did talk to Jason last night. I also did call him twice yesterday. Once in the morning to apologise for the drunk dialing, then in the evening so he would get the hint to call me. He said that there's a lot of potential for change at the moment. In the next two months he might be leaving the state. He doesn't know yet. If he leaves, I'm never going to hear from him again. I know this. It bothers me and doesn't all at the same time. He's never really let me in. I don't know what he thinks, I don't know what he really likes to do, I couldn't tell you what his favorite kind of beer is, I honestly know nothing. I do know that there's nothing there. I'm not going to fool myself, there never really has been.
I have very mixed emotions about everything. I did however tell him that if he does leave, I wish him luck.
I kind of feel like crying. It's not because of this, just...want to cry I guess.

As promised...

With captions too!!

She spilled on her pants. Pictures just needed to be taken of this craaazzzy event.



Close up.



Okay, so intoxicated photography is not the greatest idea.



And still further evidence.



I've no idea how I made it blue. I'd like to think that I placed my finger over the flash, but wouldn't that make it red? Or something?



There are no words.



She doesn't like alcohol, what?



Jäger!!



Guess Joss can't work my digital camera...



Yep. All Joss.



Sleepy and hungover. Awesome.

Lively, eh?

Drank last night. Was fun. Threw up...five (ish) times. I felt better after I did of course. Joss threw up too. She had a lot of alcohol. Six shots of Jäger, some vodka, four wine coolers. I only had four shots of Jäger and two wine coolers. Which is actually more than I have ever drank before. Most definitely called Jason and left him a voicemail. I do not remember that at all. He called me back. I talked to him. Joss talked to him for like twenty minutes. Oh-dear. She talked with him while I was throwing up too. She told him he sounded like a door-to-door salesman. (looks at me) "What do door-to-door salesmen sell anyway?" "Vacuum cleaners?" (back to Jason) "You sell vacuums." She was telling him he didn't sound like she thought he would. It was...an interesting night. Called Nate too. Luckily he was on break. Didn't talk for long though. Probably for the best.
*sigh* Nate. Nate Nate Nate Nate Nate Nate. Naaaaaaaattteee. What can I say? I am madly in love with someone who lives 8600 miles away from me. I am so retardedly happy. The only way I could see myself happier is if he were actually here. I dream of the future. I dream of wonderful weekends spent in bed. I dream of sheet dresses around the house, tea with breakfast, and once again being wrapped in his arms.
I really need to clean my keyboard. Or just buy a new one.
Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Fearless on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me makes me lighter
Drunken pics in next post. I promise.