michele

wellllllp. on tuesday, (that would be yesterday though it seems like DAYS ago. fuck i’m tired.), i went to the city because brian was going to be there. just so we’re not confused what with all the brians we seem to know lately, this one happens to actually be named brian hangar. i haven’t seen him since….um…last summer? and i admittedly haven’t talked to him since then except for last week when he randomly emailed me and was like, ‘hey i’m going to be in town.’ and i was like what shit really eh you haven’t talked to me in months, what the fuck is up? i cannot believe i am writing about this here since i told him i would let him know again what my webpage address is (he hasn’t visited since the advent of ninja porn). but suffice it to say that i did some things the last time he was here that i was none too proud of. and i wasn’t sure if things would be wierd/awkward with him being here again. but you know what? things were just peachy. and i had a truckload of fun even with the pounding music and the expensive taste buds. hanging out with people from ups/any one who was affiliated with ups is always….good. it’s nice to feel sort of reinserted in the times that we all used to share. and the conversations are always so hilarious because we all share this bizarre sense of humor that can feed off each other. laughing, joking, telling stories it’s what this group is all about and so it’s great sometimes to feel completely free to do exactly that while not having something else on the agenda.

in the course of the evening, brian dropped a bombshell on us (i probably shouldn’t be writing about this either…but…uh…whatever i guess. if anyone is upset by it though i’m sorry, but it’s still my webpage and so i’m just going to be writing about what i’m feeling with little regard to others. problem? get your own damn page.)

brian is going to be the best man. at doug’s wedding. on JULY 5TH.

an actual date. to an actual wedding. to which none of us have been invited yet. which is totally not odd, since july is pretty far off and invitations for weddings don’t get sent out till closer to the wedding. but i’m wondering if we will even be invited. like i’m sure jacob will be. and maybe jason. but me? will i get invited? i didn’t get invited to my friend scott’s wedding even though i know a couple of other people from high school did. and i didn’t even shack up with him for 2 years like i did with doug. i’m just…i’m wondering if ex-girlfriend status exempts one from the first wedding of the ups crew. and i’m not trying to be all whiny bitchy or something in super advance mode which maybe some of you are thinking. i am just sighing and missing a time long gone and questioning whether i even deserve to share in the happiness of someone who i didn’t love enough to stay with forever.

i’m sorry i’m taking away comments on this one. but i don’t really want to discuss this. but it’s just no comments this once so don’t get up in arms.

why kristen, what very nice red, straight hair you have. and such pretty feet. what’s that you ask? ‘what time is it?’ time for you to get your own fucking watch! oh well that’s not very nice. missy.

this is all i have to say to you. and don’t you forget it.

i love ya, cutie!

now you can all stay the fuck away from my mother, but holy sweet fuzzy jesus, look at that picture. why can’t i look like that? goddamm.

even at a young age i was drawn towards….THE COMPUTER OF THE FUTURE!

pictures from my father’s funeral. (if i am in the picture i am working on my tan. if there is a small blond child in the picture his name is vaden.)

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some things never change, ie me and chocolate never develop a disliking for one another.

ha! dood i should find the picture now of me burning barbies in an oil slick puddle…

my brother taught me all kinds of things…

about frogs… about coming in second place… about sitting pretty for the camera, (why the fuck does it look like he’s wearing make-up?)

fashion choices: the early years:

one of the ill-fitting perms. but would you look at that outfit? holy shit. i love it i love it.

this was my absolute favorite fucking dress.

once my dad hit me in the face with a 2X4 when my mom had gone away for a week and he was in chage. she was so not pleased when she came back. (don’t go thinking he was purposely beating this small child that was me. it was actually an accident.)

original house pictures. these are far more cool if you’ve been to my house and know what it looks like now. try to ignore the bandage over my brother’s eye. he had surgery. he was a fucking pirate for like a year.

exterior of the house.

family room

kitchen.

series of wet images. what were my parents thinking? that if they just kept my brother and i wet thru our entire childhoods we would stay out of bigger troubles? it kind of explains my whole predilection for water though i guess.

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last picture. =P

my mom.

ALL of the cousins at the beach house. (take that james.) when i say “all” though i do mean pre lacey and vaden era. and uh…so yeah. it goes: james, adam, kevin, neal, me, john.

i’m still working on finding that picture of kristen’s. but i did umm find a whole hell of a lot more little kid pictures of me and stuff…and i was wondering though, do you guys actually LOOK at all the pictures i put up? do you even CARE? because not only do i feel bad using up so much of gene’s webspace, but i also just am not sure if it’s really interesting looking at pictures of a mini-michele. maybe i go overboard with the scanning and the pop-up images. so what do you think? should i post more pictures? you let me know. potentially if you’re mean enough or vehement enough in your opposition i will even agree to your suggestions.

ahhh! i was going to have this huge ta-da ceremony thing when my comments reached 1000, but now i have spaced out and am at 1013 and have no idea who the lucky licky thousandth commenter was. and you could have gotten a surprise too….

i just ate 5 scoops (only paid for 4) of mondo gelato. can you claim the same?

oooommmmnnngguuuuhh… why did i eat all those tasty scoops of creamy goodness? why?

last night when i was driving home and listening to my brother’s wacky stereo satellite system thing, this song came on between two completely ordinary alt rock songs which went a little something like this:

push the flowers up and make them grow! push the flowers up and make them grow! push the flowers up and make them grow! push the flowers up and make them grow! push the flowers up and make them grow! push the flowers up and make them grow! push the flowers up and make them grow!

it went on like this for a good three minutes. i was throughly creeped out. especially when the insane voice started lengthing all the vowels. so it would be:

puuu-ush the flooww-ers up and maaay-aake them groo-oowww!”

holy sweet fucking jesus. of course actually changing the station seemed like a bad idea because i felt that if i reached towards the dial the satanic little troll would snatch me. and i seriously was not looking for a snatching. i really wish i had the ability to do wav files right now, because you need to hear what this sounded like i think to truly understand how seriously whack it was. someday maybe i’ll put on an impromptu concert of it for you.

then i noticed that the window to the back bed of the truck was open. cause i had opened it earlier in order to throw things back there to make more room in the “backseat” (it’s soooo not a seat). and the open-ness of it reminded me that the back hatch doesn’t lock anymore so at any point when i wasn’t in the car, ie at the bar or at denny’s, someone could have crawled in the back and been hiding there without my knowledge. so after the fucking scary ass puppet song/voice i kept looking back there expecting to see a long haired freak with a grimace and a knife. it was difficult keeping my eyes on the forward drive and not in the rearview mirror.

but i made it home safely. grin. as you can tell. and then got laughing shit from my mother this morning about how late i got home. which was admittedly funny since usually i am totally home and in bed by midnight at the very latest. so four in the morning was a bit of a shocker all around. mmmmm i had so much fun this weekend though! and now a two day week stretches ahead of me in its simple minuteness and i am made so happy just by the thought of it.