A Place for Stuff (mostly trek)

Found this in seeingrightly
1. Go to Google (or Yahoo) and type, "You know you're from (your state) when..."
2. Cut and paste the list.
3. Bold the items that apply to you.

You know you're from Montana when... (These are my (Shidoni8's) comments.)

You get passed when you are driving seventy five.

The rodeo is the social event of the year.

You tell North Dakota jokes.

The pickup trucks all have two rifles and two big dogs. 

People you don't know smile and say "Howdy."

Bumper stickers are about guns, horses or chewing tobacco.  (Not mine, but a good chunk of the ones I see. -_-*)

The only people wearing white shirts are out of town Lawyers

Someone says manure spreader and you know it isn't the local congressman

When the car in front of you is weaving, you suspect a farmer instead of a drunk

You can actually pronounce the City's name Glasgow (Glasgo) without calling it Glascow

Maps and gloves are kept in your vehicles "jockey box"

You can choose plastic bags or a paper sacks for your groceries

You have 10 favorite recipes for Elk meat.

You can write a check at McDonald's for 2 Big Macs and fries.  (Can't anybody do this anyway?)

The most effective mosquito repellent is a shotgun. (How the fuck would that even work?)

The major county fund-raiser isn't bingo - it's sausage making.

You attend a formal event in your best clothes, your finest jewelry, and your
Sorels.

The gun show attracts more people than you thought lived in the whole state.

Towns have names like Big Sandy and Two Dot. (This is like saying "The state you live in starts with an M and ends with an "ontana".)

Unlike other states even when you live there you've been to Glacier Park, Yellowstone, Custer's Battlefield, and at least one pow wow in your lifetime.  (Not quite sure what this one means... I'm bolding it because I've been to both Glacier and Yellowstone.)

You know what Indian Fry Bread is and Indian Tacos.

You've found dinosaur bones on your property when tilling.

You know someone who found the skeleton of a possible rum runner from prohibition on their property when tilling.

You know about the underground cities in some western towns that came with bordellos, opium dens and saloons. (They're pretty cool.)

Even biker bars play country music. If you don't hear play some Waylon Jennings once during the night, you get upset.

Even the women carry chewing tobacco.

Gun Shows sell everything from pistols to grenade launchers.

You know the meaning of "amber waves of grain".

You know what bear grass is.

You know where the Bears Paw Mountains are.

You know where Chief Joseph surrendered and made his famous "I will fight no more forever" speech.

Soda is called pop and you laugh at those who call it soda.

You carry two keys when you go shopping during the winter. One to leave the car running, and the other to unlock the door when you come out.

You plug your car in during the winter and when you go anywhere you try to make sure they have receptacles if it's longer than 2 hours because if they don't you know your car is going to freeze up.

You know about the winds in Browning.

You know what sun dogs are.

You've seen a purple sky with red clouds.

The Northern Lights still amaze you.

You head outside of town to watch the meteor showers because in town it's too bright. (Once again, isn't this true pretty much everywhere?)

The sun doesn't fully set until 11pm during the summer. However the moon has been up for hours.

You think nothing of an elk, buffalo, moose, or other wild life wandering thru town. (HOLY SHIT if a moose came through town I'd shit my pants. I think deer are normal but a moose or buffalo would be a freakishly rare sight indeed.)
While you welcome the city slickers during tourist season as it boosts the economy, you wish the movie stars hadn't moved to Hamilton and Missoula because they've driven up property taxes so high you can't afford to keep your outhouse nevertheless your house.

You have at least one neighbor who attended an Indian boarding school when they were young.

(Oooookay... most of these do NOT apply to me. Perhaps this activity is one of those, haha isn't stereotyping hilarious and not true at all type things?)

http://www.toplessrobot.com/2010/02/fan_fiction_friday_harry_potter_and_the_surprise_p.php#more
OH GOD... WHY?
I lolled for... at least two or three solid minutes at the end. The very thought of... Hermione being this sadistic, power hungry, poison-cock-monster hoarding villain...
I never want to forget that this exists, which necessitates the posting of this post.
That is all.
Shidoni8
Ll&p (if at all possible)

 I'm supposed to make a long, detailed post about my trip to Denver and the Adam Lambert concert and everything else but I don't really feel like it. Maybe I can break it down in a way that will save time and not try my patience.
The concert = The best two and a half hours of my life. It was swiftly followed by the worst hour and a half of my life as Kat and I went out to a club which made me feel uncomfortable and misandristic.
I didn't catch this emotional turmoil in time, though, and it hid itself in the back of my mind where I can't really get at it again without hypno-therapy or something equally ridiculous.
And I bought an awesome shirt. ^_^
That's all the shit that's fit to type.
Shidoni8

Numerals: 9
A:ffinity
B:
C:leopatra
D:istrict 9
E:
F:ood, Inc.
G:uys and Dolls
H:arry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
I:
J:
K:
L:eap Year
M:irrorMask
N:
O:
P:oltergeist
Q:
R:epo: The Genetic Opera
S:ex and Breakfast
T:MNT
U:gly Truth, The
V:
W:here the Wild Things Are
X:-Men Origins: Wolverine
Y:ear One
Z:ombieland

I decided to do this after I acquired Zombieland today. I noticed I had the letters W through Z and wondered what else I had. Anyway the ones I used were either my favorites from the ones of that letter, or the one with the most interesting title, or the only one I had of that letter. The blank letters are obviously places where I have no DVDs which could fill the spots. I've got 17 out of 26. That's 65ish percent!

OH... MY GOD. I DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT HOW MUCH I HATE THIS WEEK BECAUSE IN LESS THAN A WEEK I'M GOING TO GODDAMN DENVER TO SEE ADAM FREAKIN LAMBERT IN CONCERT AND I CAN'T SPEAK IN ANYTHING BUT CAPS BECAUSE I'M SO. EFFING. EXCITED. Okay now I can stop capslocking you in the face. We're also going to see Shakespeare's "Measure for Measure" on our way there and go to an amusement park on Friday and to an 18+ dance club after the concert and maybe a Ren Fair too! Jeeze Kat's trying to fit a ton of stuff into that weekend. Totally justified, of course, since it will be the EVENT OF OUR FUCKING SUMMER!!!!!!!!!! Goddammit I don't know what I'll do when I'm twelve rows of seat and part of a stage away from Adam Lambert. I may fucking explode... IF I NEVER COME BACK, HAVE A FREE FOR ALL FOR MY STUFF! And eat lots of pizza.
Mmmmmkay, I'm going to stop blabbering now because I'm not even sure of what to say except. OMYGODI'MSOEXCITED!
Wishing to write,
Needing to sleep,
Shidoni8
p.s. Four days Two hours Forty-eight minutes.

The title I gave this post reminds me of the phrase "Crazy of a Wednesday" which always reminds me of JIM AND SPOCK because of "Atlas". ^_^
Anyway, on to the stuff!
Yesterday I had a CRAZY-ASS ADVENTURE OF A DAY. AND IT WAS A FUCKING WEDNESDAY!
It all started when I woke up at 11 am to shower and get ready to go to Dippin Dots to train/help unload the truck of dippin dots into the freezer and the events truck. I had to go up and down two flights of stairs with two one-gallon bags of dippin dots ice cream at least twenty times and I, like the really smart person I am, hadn't eaten or drank anything that morning. Around the fifteenth time I had gone down and up the stairs I returned to the top floor, came out into the sun, walked over to where they would hand me something to carry... and promptly tried to faint.
I managed to sit down on a nearby ladder before I did faint, but if I had remained standing I would have surely at least fallen down, if not lost consciousness. Smaaaart Sydney.
So I sat and felt a little better, but suddenly my stomach was killing me. I asked Darla if I could take a short water break because my stomach hurt and I went downstairs to the counter. Asking a girl behind the counter for water was frustrating because she thought I was a customer and they aren't supposed to give them free water. WHAT THE FUCK, HELENA? MISSOULA GIVES EVERYONE FREE WATER AT ALMOST ALL THE BUSINESSES IN TOWN! MISSOULA WIN!
So I drank my water and sat down. My stomach was turning itself in knots and my shoulders/upper back were throbbing and cramping when I suddenly felt as though I had to go to the bathroom too. So I took a bathroom break and filled my water cup back up in the bathroom, not wanting to face the wrath of whatserface at the counter. (She was actually kind of cute, but a bit young for me since I think she was a highschooler.)

Woah... totally unrelated thing... If you are sexually attracted to somebody and you almost never see them and you don't emotionally like them do you think it's morally okay to make out with them just for fun? I guess I'd have to ask her too, right? Because it would be really rude to do that to somebody and then just tell them it was for funsies, right?

Anyway back on to my story... So I was freakishly naseous, my whole body hurt, I felt like I was going to throw up and I was still a little faint. It was about now that I realized I was dehydrated. Woot for me. We had to carry fiveish more boxes down to the freezer. I managed to make the man-dude who drove the truck do some of them, which was cool. Anyway, that was fun, not.
After that I got to do some chill things like scoop icecream into little cups. After an hour of doing that I had to walk home. I walked from one shade to another, because being in the sun seemed to suck all of the energy right out of me. I needed to get home and eat something (slowly) and drink more water which I did, while watching Invader Zim. Lolz. I tried to tell my mom all about my story of wonderful dehydration but she was still on the Valium she took for her dental thing, so she was out of it and a very poor listener.
Then we ate pizza. I saw my friends at the pizza place and suggested we get a pizza that was simply bacon. An inch of bacon on top of a pizza. YEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
Then mom and I went to a Mary Kay Pedicure thing. I had a virgin Margarita and it was DELICOUS. Then we had cream puffs and they were DELICIOUS! My mom became a MK beauty consultant! There's good money in it for relatively few hours (I know a woman who is making as much as my mom who works 40 hours a week and the other woman only works 10 hours a week on MK) and it looks like fun and they said I can have my crazy shaved sides haircut if I want!
Okay, so we left there and this is where the real adventure begins. Mom and I ran out of gas about five blocks from Shelly's house, where the party had been at. We walked half a mile to a Conoco but they didn't have gas cans so we walked next door to the parts place to buy a gas can then back to the Conoco to fill it up. I carried it most of the way back to the car. Once at the car we tried to figure out how to work it. THEY HAD SOLD US A GAS CAN WITHOUT AN ESSENTIAL GAS POURING PIECE THAT CONNECTED THE POURING-TUBE TO THE REST OF THE GAS CAN. It was about now that an suv full of teenagers came by and a blonde girl yelled "WOOOOOOOO" out her window at me. It gave me a fucking heart attack so I, as some kind of knee jerk response, yelled "FUCK YOU, YOU STUPID BITCH!!!!!!!!!" almost as loud as I possibly could. Then immediately ducked behind the car, afraid that all the houses in the vicinity had heard and would come out to investigate.
Then my mom was able to cut a plastic bottle with her travel nail-clippers attached to her keys (this is why we keep those things around) and we made a funnel for pouring the gas in the tank. Then we drove away! YAY!
ADVENTURE IS NOT OVER YET!
We decided to get soup. We LOVE the soup at Shelley's Diner which is attached to the Bullseye casino. We drove there, on the way getting angry at a fat man who drove like shit...
he ended up going to Shelley's too. -_-*
Shelley's was almost out of soup, we were just in time! But alas! It was split pea soup. >:P
We went to JB's instead. There we got Soup and Salad and it was DELICIOUS and more filling than cream puffs. We went home, having been satisfied with our day of adventure and watched the end of Mouse Hunt before I traipsed off to bed. The End

I've been saying, lately, that my first year of college taught me a lot about myself... it turns out that the coming home has taught me more once again. And that's really the beauty of life, the becoming... the growing and changing and feeling that we do. Coupled with the self-awareness and sentience to look back and really try to grasp it all, with our own version of twenty-twenty hindsight, and perhaps catch a glimpse into the real cost of each moment and the value that we've gotten from it.
Waxing poetic may be one of my strong suits but it's time for a bit of nitty gritty...
I was recently told, by an ex-girlfriend (1), that one of the girls I loved (2) has a thing (and a pretty big thing, as things go) for a girl (3) who once dated one of the girls (4) I once loved (disasterously, painfully, one-sidedly). Number 4 said to me, in a conversation we had a few weeks ago that number 3 has been into some shit... drinking, drugs... shit like that shit...
Fuck.
I don't want 2 to be going for 3 if she's been doing stuff like that. I mean... I knew they were good friends, but I didn't think 3 was the one 2 had been... obsessing over and worrying for and making cryptic comments to me about for the past several months.
And that's only part of what stirred my pensive brain to moodily dwell on the past.
In addition to all that emotional crap that is really none of my buisness... number 1 is now in an apparently happy, healthy, overly cutesy relationship with a guy (5) who I dislike just a bit. Mostly because he's arrogant and all he ever seems to care about is sex and shitty movies. I went to lunch with 1 recently and heard she'd had a text-message-argument with 5. Part of me... for the duration of the day... wanted to steal her back from him. To prove to her that he is an uncaring, selfish, overtly sexual asshole who does not deserve all the love she has to offer. I thought all of this despite the fact that I never loved her as more than a friend and I really only dated her because a) I was bored b) she was there and c) I wanted to have more girlfriends on my list of past conquests than boyfriends.
I was a downright bitch to her and she still wants to be friends. Actual friends (we're having a sleepover on Monday night friends) not the "Let's just be friends" friends where you never really speak again but you promise not to slander each other in your facebook status updates.
Moar complaining? Yes I think so.
Number 4 recently started seeing this guy. He seems amazing. She says he's kind, compliments her, doesn't treat her like shit and is more mature mentally than he is physically (he's our junior by three years). I'm UNBELIEVEABLY happy for her, because she deserves someone who will tell her she's beautiful every day and mean it from the bottom of their cliche. She deserves a guy who doesn't use her, treat her like crap, and still expect her to put out, even though he wouldn't sleep with her for a month because he didn't feel like it. She deserves everything good in this world and I'm still trying to convince her of that fact.
To sum it all up... I feel like I've missed the boat on all of this crap. Like I treated the boat like shit when it was there and I thought I could just come back to it and it would want me again. Well... boats don't stay in one place... although you can sit there as long as you like waiting for them to come back. It's better just to move on to another dock and look for a boat that doesn't remember you from highschool and doesn't date people you think are douche bags and doesn't see you only as a friend forever and ever 'til the end of days.
Sometimes I say to myself... better to be her friend for all this time... than to have been a lover for just a few months.
I wish I could believe what I say to myself.

I have just posted the prologue of my Vampire Lesbian Political intrigue story on fictionpress so I'm not going to put it here, I'm simply going to provide you with a link.
The Prostitute and the Vampire
Tada! The story itself is called "Pomegranites" because my other options was way too long. Hehe. Needless to say I'm a little nervous about it, but I've already gotten one good review and other positive feedback, which is really encouraging. Anyway, I'm freakishly excited to write more of it (which I'll do on Sunday) and that's all I have to say for now.
Ttfn!

A poem I wrote two nights ago which I'm going to enter in my friend's DA contest maybe after I work on it some more. ^_^ This is the rough draft.

UNTITLED (as of now)

Look at
her.
She’s gorgeous.
Was that a smile or a
million dollars?
Her skin,
translucent
painted
savory.
If you could just lean in
a little
closer

you might be able to smell her cinnamon cliché.
Auburn hair,
no…
sunshine blonde,
or chocolate mousse.
Wide or narrow hips.
Who will bear the child when the time
comes?

Let’s continue…

Eyes,
those limpid portals to her depths,
speak in all the languages known to man
(and several known only to woman).
“Love you,” like Michelangelo and his David.
“Forever,” long after the apple flesh browns.
You could take her
home for thanksgiving and
she could take you the rest of the way.

“Goodnight, life,
Love.
If there’s one thing I’m thankful for

it's the dream from which I never woke
the day I fell asleep in your eyes.”

Wow... so today I had a minor emotional breakdown over a broken chopstick. But it's one of the ones my host family let me use while I was in Japan and they gave them to me right before I left. I feel like everything I brought back from Japan is destined to break or be destroyed somehow. So they were special, right? The chopsticks. And I thought "I'm never going back to Japan" which lead to "I'm going to be poor as fuck my whole fucking life" and "why the hell can't I find a simple summer job?" and then I felt like crap and was crying on the floor of my dirty kitchen. :P Anyway, that was this evening.
Before that Alana visited me and that was awesome. We did all sorts of fun things and I blew my last few dollars on shitty cds and trying to get a stuffed animal out of one of those machines. XD
In other news, I really want to write something... right now... but I have no inspiration. It helps me to write outside or somewhere where I have a great view. I wish I could pull an "eccentric poet" and move somewhere naturish to do nothing but write. I may be able to do that in a few years when my cousin builds on his property and they get settled down there. It's a thought. I wish Kirsten would text me... or call me... or just... exist in my life again... I miss her so hard and we're even in the same freaking city right now! I wish I could grow some balls and text her, but I don't want to be annoying.
:(((
Now... to try and write something,
Ll&p,
Shidoni