Busy or Busy or Busy or Bust

Life has been moving too quickly lately. I keep looking up and the days are zipping by. I really would like to sit still for a few minutes but it just doesn’t seem possible these days.

I’m gearing up for a trip north to RI to see my family. I’ll post photos from that when I get back. I have yet to write up a post about New Orleans trip, I’m still thinking about it but I think I might just post a massive amount of photos and be done with it.

It’s time to watch some True Blood on DVD and kick back and try and enjoy my last hours of weekend bliss before heading into work on the holiday to crank out some shirts.

I also need to remember to book my flight. Yes. Must book flight.

Adventures In Youth or My Life And The Movies or A Change Of Time or Looking Back Can Make You Fall

Yesterday I ventured out of the house with the boy to catch a movie I’ve been dying to see since I saw the trailer during Watchmen, the movie was Adventureland. I beamed HOLY SHIT I lived that when the trailer was over, all the memories of summers past flooding back.

I learned all of my most important lessons at my first summer job working at an amusement park in the games department. I made friends, lost friends, started to feel comfortable with who I was as a person and learned the hard lesson of being the friend to the girl all the boys crushed on.

I’m not normally a jealous girl, I do get hurt from time to time but hey don’t we all? I met my friend who I am changing the name of because it’s not really relevant. Jamie and I hit it off pretty quickly, she was a year younger than I and we liked a lot of the same dorky things. She had this brown hair she was always flipping, she was tiny which made me feel uncomfortable at times being I was the chubby girl. I loved Jamie though, we hung out all the time with her best friend Jen *also changed*. You couldn’t get the three of us apart.

I fell into the role of the girl all the guys would talk to about Jamie. It really bothered me, to the point I just wouldn’t talk to any of them because I got so tired of being asked what she liked, do I think she would go out with them, does she have a boyfriend and a million others.

I wasn’t an ugly girl, just chubby but that’s the problem when you hang out with two girls who are stunning. You hang out with girls who are super pretty and have that lure and charm boys are attracted to you just don’t have a chance in hell.

I quickly fell into the buddy role with the video games and the burping. I was one of the guys and that sucked. I’d get the punches to the arm and the hey what do you think of that girl, she’s pretty hot. Nothing makes a girl feel shittier than to have all these other girls pointed out. Makes one feel extraordinarily uncomfortable and any self esteem one might have gets easily squashed.

I remember one night that stands out above all others. I was sitting on the hood of my AMC Concord looking out at the ocean with a boy I had a crush on. I was about to tell him and he confessed he had a huge crush on Jamie. I sat, no words could come out, tears welling and I was so happy it was dark. It didn’t help that Jamie flirted with him like mad, like she did with all the boys. She led him on and crushed him, which made him come cry on my shoulder. Ahh the pain of youth.

I wouldn’t trade those summers. Even with all the heart ache.

The thing that is funny is things don’t really change as you get older. Guys act the same way, just now they have notches in their bed posts.

This post turned into a little bit of a bummer, which the movie was, but I really did love it. I think they sold it wrong, they shouldn’t have made it seem like a comedy because it was funny at times but more a sappy young love story.

I promise my next entry will be more upbeat.

Speaking Out Of Turn or Leave It Alone or What Ever Happened To?

I have a lot to say but I’m not saying it here. I have a place to lock down certain thoughts so I can still write and control who sees it. Sorry. Just how it is sometimes.

I have a post I’ll make about New Orleans but it will be all photo related and not get into what I have written elsewhere.

Stay tuned for awesome photos.

If you’re looking for something else, you won’t be finding it here.

10:21 pm or Twilight or Stupid Girls Die Now or I Really Should Be In Bed

When you live in the south and it’s after 10pm there isn’t much to do. When you are sick in the south and it’s after 10pm there is even less to do. This is where Walmart comes in. It’s open 24-7 and it’s big enough to raise hell in because the people working the late shift could really give a shit as to what you do.

When we walked in there was this giant Twilight advertisement. Ok, Ok I get it, Edward gets prepubescent girls all hot in the knickers. I can understand the little girl crush on the sort of bad boy, but seriously anyone over 14 should be ashamed of themselves. As a matter of fact anyone over 14 who buys this movie should go on a list. A list which is sent to me so I can beat them to death with a blunt object.

Now you might be asking, Stacy, why so harsh? Have you seen this fucking movie? If you have and you’re asking me this slap yourself hard, you should know better. If you haven’t, watch it, but don’t you dare tell me I didn’t warn you that this is the pinnacle of stupidity. The ridiculous makeup alone should make anyone with any taste say OMG WTF PDN.

There are bad movies out there that I will give people passes for. I’ll give them a pass if say they like some really great movies and that’s their one bad movie but with Twilight there is no pass, if you like this movie that’s it I can’t take you seriously. I don’t think I could even be in the same room with that person without vomiting in my mouth.

I went to see this piece of shit at the movie theater. I’m usually pretty respectful of the people around me and if I’m not digging a movie I’ll watch it all the way through with my mouth closed and just bitch about it later. I’ve only once walked out of a movie and oh, we won’t talk about that. I did get rather loud shouting COME ON at the screen or every once and a while yelling OMFG IT’S TAMMY FAE!!!! (if you saw the movie you’d get the joke.)

I got glares from the sad pathetic 30-40 something year old woman who were creaming in their pants watching this crap. I could care less, they should be ashamed they even liked this for a second. This isn’t a guilty pleasure, this is a pleasure for brain dead cunt dribbles. Woman who have no substance and wouldn’t know something of cultural value if it bit them on the ass, or neck…

Every person who saw this movie should be able to tell me the flying scene was the dumbest shit ever. What is Edward, half vampire half howler monkey?

I’ll admit I have my guilty pleasures. I love the movie Airplane and Return of the Living Dead. I love James and the Giant Peach, and Natural Born Killers. While those aren’t exactly guilty pleasures I know plenty of people who hate them. I love the movie Dazed and Confused, it’s stupid and HILARIOUS!

I’d really like to make a plea to parents to not let their daughters fall victim to this mindless drivel. Your daughters deserve better than this. Encourage them to read, read real books not this crap just so you can feel better because at least they are reading. For fuck sake you might as well let them just read romance novels, it’s the same shit. At least the guys in romance novels don’t sparkle like they are covered in glitter. BWAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA GLITTER? Seriously? They SPARKLE? HAHAHAHAHAHA Fucking twats.

Ok, I’m done, I think I’ve gotten it all out of my system and I’m sure this is just the fuel I need to get plenty of hate mail. I do love me some hate mail written by idiots who read and watch stupid piles of shit.

Word count 666, fucking bitches!

It’s Only A Party When Everyone Smiles or Kick Me, I’m Down or Selfesteem Level Zero

I don’t know when it happened, ok, that’s a lie I know exactly when it happened but for a while now I’ve felt like shit. I can’t say depressed because I’m a pretty happy person, I just feel inadequate.

I wrote a long entry but it’s all whining and bullshit.

“jack off contest”

I should be in bed sleeping, my eyes keep closing and I’m nodding off. I don’t want to sleep, I want to read more comics and listen to more music. I also want to ponder how it is that people find my blog by searching for things like “jack off contest”.

I have the biggest to do list ever. I swear I don’t think I’ll get it all done but I need to try, I really do so I’m going to wrap this up and head off to the giant bed of squishy doom. I could use an extra day off or two. I guess it will just have to wait till I go up north to see my pudgy little nephew.

Coke Zero Hang Over or What You’ve Got There Is Stupid or Why Is It Always Darker Before The Dawn?

Blogging with your hand down your pants isn’t all that easy. It’s not what you think, or maybe it is. Either way you’ll never know.

I really should be in bed, it’s almost 1 am and I’m sitting here trying to get photos off my evil cell phone so I can share them. It’s not working all that well and just serves to make me want to break something.

My Dad made this picture for me. Oh My Fucking Gawd, he’s a photoshop wizard. Baby Ny looks like he’s been hitting the rum too hard. I love it.

I can’t wait till tomorrow night, the new giant bed will be here and tonight is the last night on the current bed. I really should go have sex in it one last time but I’m far too tired to make the effort. It sucks getting old, seriously.

T-shirt I bought J a long while ago. Marriage is such bullshit. Really it is. At least we can laugh about it.

Last, here I am at 18 when I was young and hot. lol. A little drunk or fucked up but DAMN I was cute. That reminds me, my chubby ass needs to get on the treadmill or make an appointment with my friendly neighborhood personal trainer.

Goodnight kids.

Pirates or Printing or Where The Hell Have You Been?

Life has been insane.

We are getting ready for Pyrate Con 2009. Here is a sneak preview of some of the shirts I’ve been printing. LOVE THEM!

Pirate ship on gray t-shirt. Don’t You LOVE it?

A hoodie for myself, I just printed it over the zipper and while that didn’t work the way I wanted it to I love it. We won’t be offering zipped hoodies like this right now. We might be offering a few pull over hoodies soon though which will be awesome.

http://www.piratanicals.com

Check out all the designs. I’ll post when they shop is up and ready for sales.

Obscene Hand Gesture Workout or Please Stop Stabbing Me, It Hurts or Why Am I Never Enough?

I shouldn’t write when I’m feeling all emo and crampy. I’m trying to keep my chin up and be happy but it’s not easy. I’m not going to go pouring my heart out, no one wants to hear anyone whine.

I’ll just move onto the good and the interesting.

Last weekend I went with J to get his tattoos. They turned out incredible!

I’m not going to say what they are because I’m waiting for someone to guess and get it correct. You might be able to find a clue but not exactly.

I took the time go get some action shots of Lacie doing the tattoo and one after when J bought me some sushi at Peony.

I’m excited, I think Lacie will be able to do all the things I want finished on my chest. I can’t wait to get more work done. I need it, badly.

I swear I’ll write more often, I’ve just been hiding.

My Big Ass or IKEA Is The Root Of All Evil or Pirates Can’t Be Trusted

I’m enjoying my holiday break. I feel very fortunate that I get to experience all these things like traveling and having such awesome friends and family. I hope everyone else had a great holiday and got what they wanted/needed, I know I did.

One thing I’ve thought about over the past few days is all the one sided friendships I have and how I’m tired of making all the effort and not getting anything back in return. By this I mean I make sure I msg, email or call most of my friends almost daily. Not always daily but really it only takes 2 seconds to text someone and I’m always busy and can find the time to do it but some of the people I call friends can’t be bothered. Of course that is until they want something from me. Maybe that’s friendship? Having people in your life because they can provide you with something you need and their needs just happen to be material possessions? No, that’s all wrong, they aren’t really friends.

It doesn’t matter though, I don’t think anyone could wreck my happy mood. Sorry about the tangent, I seem to have gotten off track.

This next part is going to sound a little self absorbed.

I keep forgetting I’m pretty. It’s taken me a long time to get back to the point where I don’t look at myself and want to smash the mirror. I know I’m worth more than what I’m given and to those who don’t think so or the ones that just plain over look me I have a finger or two for you.

I love me. I love who I am. I love that I’m determined. I love that I can do anything I set my mind to and I’ve proven that over and over.

We’ve been exploring the abandoned places around here. It’s more sad than I thought it would be. Half built houses are the unfinished dreams people had. My heart aches for them, more than I thought it would.

I’ve felt so good shooting though, really getting into it and everyone around me has mentioned the difference. The spark is back, while I was just going through the motions before. Snapping photos, not thinking about them, I’m now back to where I should be. Some habits are hard to break but things are improving and that makes me feel happy inside.

I’m heading out later, to shoot more of these roads to nowhere. Nature is taking it back and it’s so weird to see streets with trees growing out of the middle of them.

I’ve been uploading everything as I go, feel free to check them out on my flickr account. Stacy Morsels Flickr