It Musta Been Magic

02 July 2008 @ 04:55 am

I may not have gone to finishing school but even I understand that there are a few simple rules in life that everyone should follow. Always brush your teeth. Be kind to babies, animals and old people. Be Kind, Rewind. Do unto others as you... blah blah, you get the point. So why is it that sometimes it feels like no one else got the same 'golden rules' memo I did?

Dear BMW driving cheerleaders ~
I understand that those spanky pants you're wearing are probably giving you a massive wedgie but allow me to point out that this is NOT a disability - please pull the hell out of the disabled parking space so that people who have, oh say... FRACTURED THEIR PELVIS, may use it.

Dear Guy Sitting Across From Me at Dinner ~
I get why you have a cell phone. I have one too. I even confess to using it for more (okay a LOT more) than emergency situations. But newsflash - it does not make you look popular and important when it rings every five seconds at dinner. It makes you look rude. And if you decide to have a long, boring phone conversation with someone else during our date, please do not be surprised and offended when I get up to go to the bathroom and neglect to return.

And speaking of cell phones...

PLACES CELL PHONES DO NOT BELONG IN:
A. Restaurants
B. Museums
C. The Theatre
D. ANY TIME YOU'RE DRIVING

For the love of all that is holy, put the damn thing on vibrate!

Dear lady driving behind me on I-40:
Best case scenario: That mascara wand you're brandishing in one hand is probably going to poke you in the eye. Worst case scenario: You're going to kill someone. Probably me as I seem to be cursed when it comes to cars. PLEASE GET OFF THE ROAD!

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17 May 2007 @ 08:48 am

Kicked em to the curb

Why is it that every time I meet someone halfway decent they are:

a. married.
b. engaged
c. gay
d. available but a total loser

This times it's 'd'. Story of my life.

My last post about the doctor? He seemed like a totally normal guy - better, a great guy. Except for the whole always getting paged away to work, it looked like hey, maybe there was some potential.

*sound of screeching tires*

Not.

Turns out my "doctor" was a "pharmacist." And not the licensed, works at CVS kind of pharmacist either. Nope - he's the the hands out free samples to junior high school kids kind of pharmacist.

Dammit.

Ok, he probably doesn't go hang out on the playground and give kids dope... I mean, cliche much? But he is definitely not a surgeon like he pretended to be. The sad thing is, that he used to be... well, a resident anyway. Too bad he developed that nasty Dilaudid habit. That kind of thing really turns off the hospital administration. It also gets you fired and your license to practice yanked. Whoda known?

What a moron. I can't believe I wasted a week of my life on that guy. I hate drugs. Hate, hate, hate them. People throw their life away on the stuff - and they don't care who they hurt in the process. That's the most evil thing about them - they not only destroy your body but they decimate the people that love you.

It's really too bad. I really thought this guy was a keeper - I even thought the pager thing was kind of cute. Yes, it bothered me when our dates had to end sooner than planned, but it also made me respect the fact that he was saving lives. Ha! More like wrecking them. Everytime that pager went off, it had more to do with ruining a life than saving one. I was so completely clueless.

That's it. I'm becoming a nun.

Wouldn't be so bad. Married to Jesus, live in a convent, never pay bills. Spend all my time hanging out with my sisters... sounds like a plan.

Wait... do they get cable in the nunnery?

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20 February 2007 @ 11:13 pm

Fun Survey Thingie

From:	Springgirl
Date:	Feb 20, 2007 2:18 AM
Subject	Survey thingie - this one is actually fun.
Body:

What is the geekiest part of your music collection?	Probably Ace of Base. Ok most definitely Ace of Base. But who from Gen X doesnt know all thy lyrics to "The Sign" anyway?
What do you eat when you raid the fridge late at night?	Whatever looks yummy.
What is your secret guaranteed weeping movie?	A Walk to Remember... except its not to secret now I guess.
If you could have plastic surgery, what would you have done?	My boobs. Please God MAKE THEM SMALLER.
Do you have a completely irrational fear?	Yes. I hate flowers. They freak me out because they're alive... but not. No I dont understand it either. Go ahead, commit me.
What is the little physical habit that gives away your insecure moment?	I pull on the bottom of my shirt.
Are you a pyromaniac?	No. Burns are painful thank you very much.
Do you have too many love interests?	Ha I wish.
Do you know anyone famous?	Yeah I guess. But its not all its cracked up to be.
Describe your bed:	Warm, soft, silken and full of down. So if you're allergic we aren't going to work. Sorry.
Spontaneous or plan?	Both.
Who should play you in a movie about your life?	Um...? You tell me.
Do you know how to play poker?	Nope. Someone wanna teach me?
What do you carry with you at all times?	My cell phone and my pain meds.
What do you miss most about being little?	Believing in fairy tales. Oh and not paying bills. That was good.
Are you happy with your given name?	Yeah - "Spring" is unique and awesome.
How much money would it take to get you to give up the Internet for one year?	I'd probably do it for free.
What color is your bedroom?	PINK!
What was the last song you were listening to?	Whatever was on the Top 40 station as I drove home.
Have you ever been in a play?	Yes - lots.
Who is your best friend?	Used to be Jackie. I hope she will be again.
Have you ever been in love?	Unfortunately.
Do you talk a lot?	Heh yes - too much so. Especially when I'm drunk.
Do you like yourself and believe in yourself?	I try too.
Do immature people annoy you?	YES!
Do you consider yourself to be a nice person?	Yes - I try to please people. Too much so sometimes.
Do you spend more time with your girlfriend/boyfriend or your friends?	Since I am currently unattached, that would be my friends.
What is your ideal marriage location?	This changes a lot, but I know I want to get married on the beach at sunset.
Which musical instrument do you wish you could play?	The guitar. Girl guitar players are so sexy.
What kind of bedding do you use?	Um - didn't I already answer this question?? Again for the slow or illiterate - satin or silken sheets and a down quilt.
What's the one language you want to learn?	Just one? Well okay. French. German. Russian. Italian... oh wait you said just one. Oh well.
How do you eat an apple?	Uh - I bite into it? This question is weird.
What do you order at a bar?	OJ and Vodka
Have you ever pierced your body parts?	Except my ears, no. Not big with the pain.
Do you have tattoos?	NO! Again, not liking the pain.
Would you ever admit to having done plastic surgery of any kind if confronted?	Sure - why not? I'd be proud.
Do you drive stick?	HELL YEAH! (In many different ways too ;-) )
What's one trait you hate in a person?	Dishonesty.
Most frivolous purchase?	My BMW
Do you consider yourself materialistic?	Sadly, yes.
What do you cook the best?	Grilled Cheese sandwiches baby!
Favorite writing instrument?	My keyboard - I write best when I'm typing late at night surrounded by the quiet.
Do you prefer to stand out or blend in?	Both - It depends on my mood.
Do you have anything monogrammed?	Yeah - a backpack my Mom gave me in high school
Would you ever go out dressed like the opposite sex?	Probably not. I like being a girl. Girls are pretty.
What's one car you will never buy?	A Kia.
What kind of books do you like to read?	All kinds - romance, historical, fiction, non fiction - yeah I'm a bookworm.
If you won the lottery, what would you do?	Invest it. Travel. Donate to charity.
Burial or cremation?	I hate this question. So morbid. NEXT!
What's one thing you're a sore loser at?	Monopoly. I hate losing at it - I wonder why no one likes to play it with me?
If you don't like a person, how do you show it?	I kind of ignore them
What kind of first impression do you think you give to people?	Outgoing and friendly
What's one thing you like to do alone?	Read and write.
Are you a giver or a taker?	Both - but I usually give way more than I take - which makes me resentful of the people I'm giving too. Secretly of course. God forbid I ever confront someone.
Have you ever stolen before?	Yep. But not from a friend or a person. From a store - and I'm not proud of it either.
When's the last time you cried?	Yesterday.
Favorite communication method?	Email - its easy and simple.
Favorite kind of porn?	Not too sound like a prude, but porn usually grosses me out rather than turn me on.
How often do you have sex?	As much as humanly possible while still being monogamous. Not an easy task considering I'm single. :(
How many drinks before you're tipsy?	3-4 depending on how generous the bartender is with the Vodka in my OJ and Vodka.

Current Location: Home

Current Mood:

content

Current Music: "I wanna be perfect"

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22 September 2006 @ 04:22 am

All will be well

Just some lyrics for now, but these words give real comfort to me when I am feeling down and unmotivated. I like a lot of different music but I have to admit that much of it I enjoy simply because of the beat or the melody. But this song is different - it has a beautiful melody and moving lyrics that really wrap around you as you listen. Powerful stuff, music.
I am not really sure if I posted this here before but I don't think I did... And by the way this singer is awesome... he reminds me a little of early Billy Joel, especially with his piano skills... check the song out at I-tunes. Its worth the 99 cents.

All Will Be Well
(written by: Gabe Dixon/Dan Wilson)

The new day dawns
And I am practicing my purpose once again
It is fresh and it is fruitful if I win
but if I lose, ooh, I don't know
I'll be tired but I will turn and I will go
Only guessing 'til I get there then I'll know
Ohh, I will know

And all the children walking home past the factories
Can see the light that's shining in my window
As I write this song to you
And all the cars running fast along the interstate
Can feel the love that radiates
Illuminating what I know is true

And all will be well
Even after all the promises you've broken to yourself
All will be well
You can ask me how but only time will tell

The winter's cold
But the snow still lightly settles on the trees
And a mess is still a moment I can seize until I know
That all will be well
Even though sometimes this is hard to tell
And the fight is just as frustrating as hell
All will be well

And all the children walking home past the factories
Can see the light that's shining in my window
As I write this song to you
And all the cars running fast along the interstate
Can feel the love that radiates
Illuminating what I know is true

And all will be well
Even after all the promises you've broken to yourself
All will be well
You can ask me how but only time will tell

You got to keep it up
And don't give up
And chase your dreams
And you will find
All in time

And all the children walking home past the factories
Can see the light that's shining in my window
As I write this song to you
And all the cars running fast along the interstate
Can feel the love that radiates
Illuminating what I know is true

And all will be well
Even after all the promises you've broken to yourself
All will be well
You can ask me how but only time will tell

All will be well
Even after all the promises you've broken to yourself
All will be well
You can ask me how but only time will tell
You can ask me how but only time will tell

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20 August 2006 @ 08:54 am

Why do we self criticize

Harsh memories and
Echoes of mocking laughter
Burn my face scarlet

Why is that I can get embarrassed over something I did weeks, months, even years ago? I can be sitting in my room alone and suddenly remember something I did or said that I found to be stupid and get mortified all over again.

The thing is, I know intellectually that the thing I found so humiliating probably didn't even register to someone else. For example, once when I was drunk, I was a little more forward and outgoing with people I didn't know very well. Now remembering that time, the humiliation is washing over me.

Why do I think such harsh things about myself? Why do I get embarassed over something so minor? Why do I think people won't want to talk to me?

Is it normal to be so critical of yourself? Is it normal to get embarassed over something that happened years ago?

I wish it would stop.

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05 August 2006 @ 03:04 am

Lady Killer

My child just keeps amazing me more and more every day. But I realize I've had a lot of these type entries lately, so for those who are tired of "awwwwing", I've put it behind a cut.

( Parental Bragging )

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22 July 2006 @ 05:56 pm

Wish List

So family and friends keep asking me what I want for my birthday. Well, here is a list.

BIRTHDAY WISH LIST

~Itunes Gift Certificate
~Amazon.com Gift Certificate
~Ebay Gift Certificate
~The Little Mermaid on DVD
~KateSpade.com Gift Certificate
~Pink Bluetooth Cingular headset for my pink razr phone
~Pink Ipod video armband so I can listen to my Ipod while working out

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20 July 2006 @ 10:07 am

Weirdness...

I happened upon the oddest web error page in history today and wanted to share - in the hopes that someone might get what I think I must be missing.

HUH?

Anyone else get it?

*wanders off confusedly*

Current Mood:

confused

Current Music: None

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19 July 2006 @ 07:51 pm

Blast from the Past

For some reason, this past year has been full of reconnecting with old friends, old crushes, and old loves. I've found myself reminiscing more than usual about my high school years and wondering how it's possible that ten years have gone by since graduation.

Maybe it's because 30 is approaching, maybe its because I'm going to my HS reunion - maybe it's even because when I was younger, ten years seemed like an infinite amount of time. But infinity has come and gone, and I'm not that much different than I was at 18.

Regardless, this is not a self pity post, so I will skip the self remonstrances.

Today, I heard from the first boy I ever kissed. The first boy I ever held hands with, the first boy I ever made out with, the first boy I believed I loved. I knew him when I was 15 -and in a time when I saw life as a soap opera, our romance was full of the stuff teenage romance books are made of - dates at the park, make out sessions at the movies, fierce fights at the prom, breaking up and making up... in my life, it wasn't a prom if you didn't wind up crying in the bathroom.

Our song was "Never Say Goodbye" by Bon Jovi - ironically so, because in my junior year, my parents separated and I was forced to move here to North Carolina. I never quite forgave my mother for ruining my romance, and I never quite forgot Carl either. He and I never properly broke up, so perhaps that's why I never forgot him.

I've stayed in touch with his sister - she was actually my friend before I began dating him. And I've stayed in touch with many of our mutual friends. But Carl married and had a child - it seemed too awkward to try to regain touch after all this time. After all, our romance was born of mutual lust, not friendship. So today when he suddenly contacted me via my Myspace account, saying he'd divorced and wanted to reconnect, I felt a strange pang in my chest that I never expected to feel again.

Perhaps its just because we never got the closure we needed. Maybe it's because I'm a hopeless romantic. Or maybe it's just cause I crave excitement in my life - but a large part of me really does want to reconnect, whatever that means.

Too bad I'm already in a committed relationship. I'll tell you what. This love thing? When it rains, it friggin floods.

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mellow

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12 July 2006 @ 01:09 am

A Moment Like This

"Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this, some people search forever for that one special kiss, Oh I can't believe it's happening to me, some people wait a lifetime, for a moment like this..." - Kelly Clarkson

Sometimes, a moment comes along when life is so spectacular, that you wish time had a pause button. It's as if time has slowed and for the briefest of moments you exist outside of it. I've had many of these moments, all of them mine, all of them incredibly special.

The moment when a boys lips brushed mine for the first time and the world spun under my feet. Landing my first backflip. Winning the 4th grade spelling bee. Jumping off the cliff at the old rock quarry, hand in hand with the love of my life. "Will You Marry Me?". Drew's first smile. Taking my first post-accident steps. Parasailing over Cancun. Shaking Joss's hand.

But none of these compare to the moment tonight when my son brought me to tears with his beautiful, innocent heart. I had been reading about a study where a group of researchers asked children, ages 5-8, to draw a picture of love. Most of them drew hearts, or other Hallmarky Valentines like images. I wondered what Andrew would draw, so I asked him.

He looked confused for a moment and then smiled. He went to his room, got some paper and crayons and started to draw. I asked him what he was drawing but he wouldn't tell me. Finally he finished and brought me the picture. It was a crudely drawn image of a woman with blonde hair and a big smile.

"Drew honey, what is this?"
"It's you Mama."
"Ok, but you were supposed to draw me a picture of love."

And then...
"I did."

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06 July 2006 @ 08:41 pm

Titanic : Two The Surface

Jacks Back.

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06 July 2006 @ 03:43 pm

FAQ

I want to change the heading on my journal (where it says "Fuck Your Lies, I'll Never Be A Victim". I went to the edit personal information link, but there's no option there. Can someone tell me how to do it?

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05 July 2006 @ 01:42 pm

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Hi Everyone,
I just wanted to let you all know that I have a couple of Harry Potter audiobooks up for sale on ebay, with the bidding starting at a buck.
Here's the links for anyone interested:

Half Blood Prince

Sorcerer's Stone

Thanks!

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01 July 2006 @ 12:07 pm

Vanity Plates

So I'm getting vanity plates for my new Beemer and I need some ideas on what it should say. I want it to reflect my personality, as well as the personality of the car.

Here are some of my thoughts:
~naughty
~chosen
~as if

I'd really like "How Very" from the movie Heathers, but my friend Val already has a beemer with that slogan and I don't want to copy her.

Any ideas?

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30 June 2006 @ 09:17 pm

Best Kiss The Notebook

CLICK THE PICTURE

You have to wait til the end to see what happens - and its worth waiting for. :)

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28 June 2006 @ 05:51 pm

Lookit my new car!

Check out my new wheels!

( squee )

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24 June 2006 @ 04:37 am

Aaron Spelling Died Today

Rest in Peace Aaron Spelling. Thank you for the years of television entertainment. You might be gone but your legacy will live on.

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23 June 2006 @ 04:19 am

All Will Be Well

All Will Be Well
(written by: Gabe Dixon/Dan Wilson)

The new day dawns
And I am practicing my purpose once again
It is fresh and it is fruitful if I win
but if I lose, ooh, I don't know
I'll be tired but I will turn and I will go
Only guessing 'til I get there then I'll know
Ohh, I will know

And all the children walking home past the factories
Can see the light that's shining in my window
As I write this song to you
And all the cars running fast along the interstate
Can feel the love that radiates
Illuminating what I know is true

And all will be well
Even after all the promises you've broken to yourself
All will be well
You can ask me how but only time will tell

The winter's cold
But the snow still lightly settles on the trees
And a mess is still a moment I can seize until I know
That all will be well
Even though sometimes this is hard to tell
And the fight is just as frustrating as hell
All will be well

And all the children walking home past the factories
Can see the light that's shining in my window
As I write this song to you
And all the cars running fast along the interstate
Can feel the love that radiates
Illuminating what I know is true

And all will be well
Even after all the promises you've broken to yourself
All will be well
You can ask me how but only time will tell

You got to keep it up
And don't give up
And chase your dreams
And you will find
All in time

And all the children walking home past the factories
Can see the light that's shining in my window
As I write this song to you
And all the cars running fast along the interstate
Can feel the love that radiates
Illuminating what I know is true

And all will be well
Even after all the promises you've broken to yourself
All will be well
You can ask me how but only time will tell

All will be well
Even after all the promises you've broken to yourself
All will be well
You can ask me how but only time will tell
You can ask me how but only time will tell

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21 June 2006 @ 07:50 pm

Dear Mrs Bush

Dear Mrs. Bush,

I am writing to you because I have nowhere else to go, and no one else to turn too. I thought of writing to your husband, my President, but he seems to have too much else to deal with it, without worrying about the plight of one NC voter. I am hoping, that as a mother, and as the wife of the leader of our nation, that you will be able to help me. It seems that the government is failing my family and I don’t know where else to turn.

My kid brother Matthew needs help. He is 24 years old, just graduated from college, and trying his damndest to achieve his goals and become someone his parents can be proud to call their own. He has big dreams and a big heart. He wants to go to law school. He wants to go to Washington and become a lobbyist. He has all these dreams but he is watching them crumble around his feet.

About a year ago he was in a snowboarding accident. The doctors prescribed him Oxycontin and he quickly became addicted. When he could no longer get pills, he turned elsewhere, and now he is addicted to Heroin.

Matthew doesn’t want to be a junkie. He doesn’t want to become an after-school special cliché. He doesn’t want to be another statistic. What he does want to be – a successful professional – he can never become if he cannot kick this addiction.

The thing is that our Matty doesn’t have insurance. Healthcare in this country is a joke. We cry and whine about our drug problems and our homeless numbers, but if we were truly concerned about this, then every person who wanted to go through drug rehab could – whether they could pay for it or not.

Matthew doesn’t have a job because he’s been in school full time and he’s too old to be carried under our parents’ policy. He applied for Medicaid and state assistance but was told he didn’t qualify because he didn’t have any dependent children. This doesn’t make sense to me – why do only parents with dependents qualify for health care? Are not all people created equal? Do we not all deserve health care? Aren’t poor people entitled to the same right to life as anyone else? Doesn’t this rule seem to encourage poor people to procreate even if they cannot reasonably sustain a family?

I didn’t mean to go on a soapbox about America’s healthcare. The point is, my brother could die if he doesn’t get the help he needs. He is begging – crying out for help – and I feel helpless to do anything. I wish I was rich enough that I could afford to send him to a private clinic like Betty Ford, or Promises. Unfortunately, it seems that only the very wealthy can go to those places. The rest are left to die in the street, with only a dirty needle and an empty bag for pallbearers.

Please Mrs. Bush, help me to help my brother. Your family’s position as our leaders carry a clout and weight that could open many doors for him. Think about your own children. What if it were them? What if your beautiful twin girls were in the same position? Wouldn’t you do everything you could to get them the help they needed?

If there is anything you can do, please do it. Please help save my brother and my family.

Yours truly,
Spring Blachly

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16 June 2006 @ 01:25 am

New Computer

I just bought the most *adorable* new computer ever. Don't think a computer can be adorable? Haha! Think again!

( SQUEE )<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v188/Springgirl/Random%20Photos/pinkibook6.jpg> </lj-cut> *does a happy dance* Nothing like the color pink to make Spring a happy girl.

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