Negative B Plus or Minus The Square Root of B Square Minus Four A C Over Two A

Well I'm single. As hard as it was to get to the point where I was ok with that statement; I'm finally at a point where I think I can have some fun with this. So I think I'll blog about it. If you don't want to read it please skim over this blog and just call me to see how I'm doing. Here is where the good and the bad parts of dating and being single will merge into bloggy goodness. Who knows, maybe I won't date for a while and this is all about ice cream and loneliness. But then again...

Seth McFarland has set up a screening of family guy to people who haven't seen it and filmed them talking shit about the show to him, not letting them know he is the creator. Then he put it on as an intro segment to the show's 100th episode. He's made them look like fools. I really hope this is fake or that they are well paid to look like asses to the family guy fans.

I'm trying to raise money to move to Colorado Springs Co. It's the most ideal of my options.


Pros
Much larger town.
Not close to my home town (not ready to go back yet)
The Lindgrens are great.
More jobs with higher pay.
Lots of colleges.
Plently of pet friendly rentals.
Living on my own, no roomies, just me and my bad ass pup.
Close enough to Matt to visit when the time calls for it.
Closer to visit Texas...and Arizona...and Tennessee...and most other places.
Will probably blog more being on my own with my own thoughts and actually having to deal with them ack! ;)
Four Seasons...as in snow in the winter and swimming in the summer

Cons
Still not near to Bryon, although near-er
State taxes that don't seem to go any friggin where
Living all....by.....my....self
Colleges are hella expensive
Getting new plates/dl/ etc
Apartment living with a puppy aka no back yard or doggie door
I get more seasonal allergies there but still lesser so than Texas


All in all, it seems like the best choice. So that's my goal. I am lucky enough to have a back up plan with a great friend and an aunt in Tx. I'm just trying for the place with the most pros in my mind. Any suggestions?

Thanks Ruthie. I know I cheated with lots of questions. I just kind of exploded with curiosity.

I love you Ruthie.

http://www.uniteddogs.com/dog/Atlas

This entry has hurt someone's feelings that i care deeply about. I did not intend any harm whatsoever. So I'm deleting it to prevent further harm. Sorry again.

List 10 musical artists you like, in no specific order (do this before reading the questions below)

1) The Beatles
2) Lily Allen
3) Fiona Apple
4) DMB
5) Alabama
6) Red Hot Chili Peppers
7) Johnny Cash
8) Outkast
9) Sublime
10) Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

What was the first song you ever heard by 6?
Rollar Coaster of Love

What is your favorite song of 8?
Caroline

What kind of impact has 1 left on your life?
It woke up the rock influence. Before I was very into country and some pop. Granted, the Beatles aren't the hardest rockers now but they helped me appreciate others who were.

What is your favorite lyric of 5?
I'm in a hurry to get things done,
Rush and rush until life's no fun.
All i really gotta do is live and die,
but I'm in a hurry and don't know why.

How many times have you seen 4 live?
Not yet.

).What is your favorite song by 7?
God's Gonna Bring you Down

Is there any song by 3 that makes you sad?
Individually, no but listening to the whole Criminal album is emotionally taxing.

How many people have you sung along to number 5 with?
snorts- like 2 maybe

What is your favorite song by number 9?
What I Got

When did you first get into 2?
After she relased Smile.

Favorite lyric of number 10?

I'm gonna free fall here into nothing,
Gonna leave this world for a while.


How did you get into 3?
I liked her story and i kept singing the chorus when it wasn't actually on the radio so I bought the cd and have been buying them ever since.

What is your favorite song by 4?
Everyday

How many times have you seen 9 live?
Only seen number 6 live from this list, so none.

What is a good memory concerning 2?
Playing her in ceramics and this really innocent acting girl asking me how I went from a few country songs to songs about drugs. (alfie)

Is there a song that makes you sad by 8?
The song on the Idlewild soundtrack with the clocks. ( I'll explain it that way because more people will know the movie than the album)

What is your favorite song of 1?
I Will. Hands Down.

How did you become a fan of 10?
I dig hippy music and I heard that other bohemia fans like him too, so I tried it. Excuse me, them not him.

Who else do you know of that is a fan of number 6?
Most people are good with them. Although not many people like them as much as I do, that I know of.

The Rules of this tag:

1. Link to your tagger and post these rules.
2. List ten (10) random facts about yourself.
3. Tag twelve people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them).
4. These eleven persons would have to tag 13 people.
5. You could also tag back, if desperate !
4. Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving them a comment on their blogs.

I'm going to say Miss-Britt tagged me. www.miss-britt.com

And like her I don't like rules. I will tag anyone who reads this. So ummm you've been tagged.

1. I love most people. I don't like the general public though. I used to fantasize about selecting the people in my town and abolishing others. I didn't want them to die or to not be contacted by those who love them, just away from me.
2. My family is my top priority. This is often a downfall to my class room attendance etc. However, I balance it out fairly well for my standards. *by family I mean mostly Matt and Atlas the Wonderdog, and those friends that are closer to me that I ever imagined.*
3. If I could eat anything right now, I would have some cream based clam chowder from the little cafe we ate at in Seaside, Oregon. We think the name of the place is Norma's.
4. The only time I don't get an upset stomach from eating out is when I'm traveling. Thank God.
5. I usually have the same 5 or 6 songs in my head for an entire month. Right now they are the Old Navy song (here take my sweater, cause I love the way you call me baby), The Tango Maureen(rent), Take me or Leave me(rent), What would you say(DMB), and I forget the others because I'm now singing the Tango Maureen.
6. I love to pack. I hate to carry my luggage/boxes etc. I'd say that's a fairly feminine trait wouldn't you?
7. I woke up today to the puppy licking my crotch. I really feel gross about that but I can't stop laughing. He also has an obsession with my undies. If I give him half a minute alone near the laundry he's got a dirty pair in his mouth proudly dragging them around but thankfully not chewing them. When he follows me into the bathroom, I have to fight him to keep him away from the undies I'm wearing. It's like he thinks there is steak in there or kitten fetusses ready for his consumption. Again, I'm a bit bothered by this. I'm sure to some readers, this is a dream in which they would be willing to cover their nether regions in peanut butter for, yet, it's not quite my idea of foreplay.
8. I want to be held and cottled when I'm sick. I want to be told I'm pretty and funny and basically bathed in compliments.
9. I really like words that end in an e that have the sound like bathe or breathe. I find a little chunk of happiness in typing them and get a little excited when I know one of those words are coming up.
10. I think I misinstalled my in sink water filter, the water still tastes dirty.

Meet Sir Atlas

Brandi Beggs: the problem i have with commies in a medical aspect is that they dont produce much research.
martyr_q: well. we'll have to fix that won't we?
Brandi Beggs: how do you propose going about that?
martyr_q: we take over all comunist countries and fix their problems
Brandi Beggs: sounds ideal!
martyr_q: sounds like a perfect plan.
martyr_q: you should get on that right away
martyr_q:
martyr_q:
Brandi Beggs: ill follow your lead.
martyr_q: ladies first
Brandi Beggs: awww, ill totally fuck it up! remember last time I tried to take over governments and "fix" them? I'm not allowed anywhere near the middle east now.
martyr_q: no. no. i take full responsibility for that. afterall i told god, "here's the perfect place for muslims and oil"
martyr_q: "won't cause any problems at all"
Brandi Beggs: you went behind my back and talked to G-O-D?! I thought you were sick that day!
martyr_q: well i sort of was. well sick of YOU that is
Brandi Beggs: just because you had that stupid idea about women and submission does not make it right. i still stand by that one!
martyr_q: ahhh come on we both know it was a BIG mistake to make women as smart as men. you know i'm right on that one.
Brandi Beggs: i know women had so much more potential before we stiffled their abilities.
martyr_q: but we made up for it by making men slaves to their penises
Brandi Beggs: again another regret. and it was totally my bad to take toilet paper out of the area so that i could reduce polution. I'll never look at my left hand the same way again.
Brandi Beggs: but i am quite proud of hashish.
martyr_q: yes yes. quite. i didn't even think of the bad possibilites when i said hey you know when a certain uranium isotope decays and releases neutrons why not let it cause other isotopes it his to break apart and release energy.
Brandi Beggs: are we still talking middle east or was this a side project between you and god?
martyr_q: it was a little side project. they're not using it that much there thank god for that one a?
You have canceled the invitation to start the "Guess the Car!" plug-in.

martyr_q: *eh
Brandi Beggs: now if only you could pull it out of korea. I knew that vacation of yours was more than hiking!
martyr_q: yes well a man's work is never done.
martyr_q: the whole turbin and beard thing. yeah. that was my idea. makes them easier to tell apart from the rest of the population of the planet.
Brandi Beggs: ill give you credit. my idea of giving them hugely deformed heads would have been too conspicious. failed on aliens right?
martyr_q: actually i had a similar idea but she said no.

As much as I would like to have an uber romantic relationship, I think I've come to the conclusion that I'm too cynical. I mistrust when someone gives me flowers or offers me a hug unexpectantly. In short, I kind of suck.

Does anyone like sloppy kisses? I'm curious.

Side note: this doesn't have anything to do with my relationship, I was watching a movie that got me thinking.

tHIS IS ME FEELING SORRY FOR MYSELF.
This is me feeling sorry for myself. Without caps cause I'm an idiot. Wah freakin wah.

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

Beach boys.

My foot feels like its healing its happy pedi-self up. No basketball yet but when the fuck did I ever play that anyway?!

I think for my sake, since blogs are supposed to be about the writer not the readers right? *bullshit I know* I'm going to make a quick line or two about what I studied each day. If you skip this as boring, I'll take it that you don't love me anymore.

In anthropology we went over cultural stuff. The end. Jk. We went over some things about how men and women are different because we program our children yadda yadda. My professor says that if identical twins were to fall and scrape their knees, one being a boy and one being a girl, the mother (or whoever) will automatically pick the girl up and console her first. I totally disagree. No, I do not have children but I will go out of my way to care for them equally. Yeah, you can usually only pick up one at a time but I would probably pick up the one that reaches for me first because that's generally what happens is one child runs screaming for mom and the other one comes a few secs later. They aren't robots you know, reaction time difers. I'm really pro-education whether the child be male or female. When they are young there is no physical difference. So if Daddy is cleaning guns or dear or doing anything I generally don't like I want both genders of my children to learn and participate. I won't have boy chores and girl chores either. If I'm baking or cleaning...guess what... no exceptions. I know that I have a biased opinion because I do not have kids. But, I am really anti-gender based separation politically so I cannot see why I would not bring that aspect into my children's lives.

The other day in statistics I learned how I can make a pie chart be at the correct angles (instead of guessing) based on percentages. Go freakin' me.

Does anyone participate in pay-per-post? If so, what do you think about it?

I think I broke my foot. I dropped a very expensive tool and used my foot to stop it from falling on the concrete. Now I wish I had broken it myself. I can walk. I limp a bit today but its not swolen or bruised. I'm constantly harming myself. I guess working with cancer causing chemicals is not quite enough for me.

RS WY, is so booming right now my measly job as a lab assistant for the art department has given me a $2.00/hr raise. That's no little bit! I am soo pleased.

According to the Mayans...who were aparently quite intelligent, you know figuring out the whole calendar thing and all, predict that 2012 (dec 21-23 to be exact) will bring the end of the world as we know it. That the earth will recreate itself, so to say. What do you think? Is it real? Is it another scam? It seems more real to me than the computers crashing and world chaos of 2000. hmmm, mystery.

If I'm not using correct tense, I appologise, I'm listening to the pod cast at pointless drivel. I do not plan on rereading it to correct it.

I'm so sick of Erwin tributes. He was great fun but I'm over the sappy tributes. It's actually cute that they take old clips of his show and put him into Bindi's show. I like that but at the same time, I wonder how the hell she can really adjust to him being gone while watching people edit him into her coreography. I guess I just get pissed because there were a lot of lies concerning his death and a lot of dumbasses tried to avenge his death in one of the most stupid *RW$@ ways possible. Please people...understand that a sting ray's venom is not located in their tail. It's located where you would think their genitals are. SO, anyone that is cutting off sting ray tails is only maiming them and harming their sence of direction. I cannot possibly express how annoying it is to me when people are so ignorant that it carries over to harm others.

Anyway, <----- there's my standard change of subject phrase that is quite over used.

Apparently Daniel Radcliff's December Boys has been released. I have not been able to find it in this town yet but hopefully I can get it and swoon over my underaged *in the US* love crush. He has also finished filming My Boy Jack. I can't freakin' wait. Please, everyone cross your fingers and start collecting funds for tickets, Equius may be coming to the US. Radcliff has confirmed that he will continue his part in the US. Weeeeeeeee!!!

I was ranting so much in my last Tardo reference that I forgot to put in the worst part of his personality that granted him his name.

First, some background; the man is 26 years old with three kids and a wife. His family history states that every male in his family's past had a heart attack at the age of 28. No joke, every male in his lineage. I ask him what he's doing to prevent this and he said that he tries to eat ok (while eating half a meat lovers pizza and a liter of Dr. Pepper.) I suggest that he goes to the Dr. to see if there are any meds that may be helpful, even aspirin is supposed to help with heart attacks. He interrupts me and states that he will not be addicted to medication. I remind him of his children and wife but this does nothing. @($#@!%$*

Ok everyone. I know I pimp out www.avitable.com pretty often. BUT he is actually part of the subject of this one. I know, pretty odd of me. Not if you know me. In my dreams, I incorporate, anyone I've read/heard/seen lately. Last night's dream was all about Avi.

I had traveled to Florida to meet him and Britt, although she did not make an appearance (guess she was shoe shopping.) He, as I expect him to be, was a fairly busy guy that just brought me along with some of the tasks/events that he already had planned. One of which was a motorcycle ride with his friends. (not likely) The two of us found it uncomfortable to ride together on his normal sized motorcycle so he tried out this super long two separate seater bike. He did not quite get the grasp of the steering before leaving the driveway and narrowly missed hitting his friend's bike parked at the end of the driveway. The friend, obviously not a wise person, joked that Avi should ignore the bike parked across the end of the drive way and go anyway. Avi barely hesitated before cheerily announcing, "alright!" and slamming full speed into the other running bike. Somehow, he knocked loose a fuel line while simultaneously creating a spark when metal met concrete thus setting the motorcycle on fire. I, being rational and well scared of everything, run behind the edge of the house so that when the bike blows up, I am not impaled. Eventually, those standing in awe of the flaming bike, realize the gas tank will explode and join me. Bike explodes, small children were involved.


The End.

I was very tired after my weekend trip to Colorado to be with Victoria *the demi-goddess* while her family was going through some tough times. (More on my trip later) So I slept off and on until about 6 pm, when Matt came home, draggin behind him bumbling fucking baboon nuts, "Tardo." I did not mind Tardo until it became very clear that the man was ignorant and did not care. He had very few manners on top of that. He interrupted constantly. He bounced and hollered when he got excited over something (sparkly or on fire usually) and he put his filthy hat on my clean couch. I thought his hat really was black. NO. It was a camo hat that had so much filth on it that it appeared black. Tardo thought this was hilarious. I did not. After dinner, the boys went to bed and I skipped off to work to make mondo loads of clay for the start of school tomorrow. (80% of which will not be used but will be thrown back into the waste bucket because, well, that's what beginners do.) When I get there, I clean all the wheels, tables, counters, sinks etc. And make about 300 lbs of clay (thank the other clay fairy for making the rest for me <3) I run water into all the drains and generally get the main two rooms in the order of cleanliness that I want others to keep it in. (thinking that maybe....possibly if they see it clean it will stay that way longer) Then I go into MY room. It's the glaze making room. I call it my room because it's where I prefer to spend all of my work time and I get a little peace out of making something that requires thought and chemicals and makes pretty colors when they are lit on fire. MY room was destroyed. Everything that I had done the last time I was there (unpaid mind you) to set up things the way I like, have been UNDONE. I want to claw out eyes.

AND while I was making the clay, listening to DMB really loudly, a security guard comes in. This wouldn't be a big deal other than I scare worse than anyone I've ever seen. I immediately lost the use of my legs and was dangling my body/ hiding behind the pug mill panting and screaming obscenities. Then I realize its an old man. *hangs head* I can no longer speak from fright but he asks a few questions and I nod my head and try to smile. He locks the door and leaves while I thank all that is holy I did not need to poo when he came in.