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Name: Amanda
Country: United States
State: Missouri
Birthday: 2/18/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: becoming a better person and learning as much as possible (yeah, that's really trite and cheesy), music, swimming, working out, reading, writing, learning guitar, seeing lots of live music, relaxing, giving my boyfriend and my dog lots of kisses, going to the lake as often as possible, hanging with my new bearded dragon, Vincent Vega
Expertise: anything Jeep, waitressing, lifeguarding (I sure am a skilled worker!), tubing (dude, I kick serious ass on the tube!), lots of other stupid things that nobody cares about, being crazy, OCD
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  McGootsie
Member Since:
6/2/2004
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| Okay, so it's been AGES since I have written anything. I have had NO
time this school year for bullshit like my Xanga site. If you're a part
of my life, you probably talk to me often enough to know what's going
on with me, so what's the point? I guess it's nice for those of you who
don't catch up with me on a regular basis. Right now, I should be
reading Sophocles, but instead, I am doing this. Yesterday was a
fabulous day. It started at 7:30 a.m. when I woke up for the Big Event
(a big Greek philanthrophy day for those of you who don't know). We got
an easy and fun job- hanging up middle schoolers' artwork in the local
Ponderosa- which was a relief since last year we did tons of yardwork,
which was rewarding but much colder. After that, I drove my roommates
home and Morgan and I went garage-saling for awhile. We had SO much fun
fucking around with the exercise bike at this one house. I wish we had
ourselves on film; we were laughing so hard.
I love hanging out with Morgan; she and I really understand each other,
which is quite rare for me. We have a great time hanging out with each
other, but sometimes it's hard for me to come out of my comfort zone of
just hanging out with Chris or not doing anything out of the ordinary.
I need to get better about that so that Morgan and I (as well as many
of my other friends) can hang out more regularly. I do think that I've
gotten better since Chris and I first started dating. We are both much
better about having time for friends.
Anyway, after the garage sales, we went to a few places looking for art
supplies. We were both determined to buy stuff so that we could make
art for the walls of our house. We found some stuff, then went to Tom
Thumb, a student art exhibit in an old, deserted school. It was super
cool to roam around in this school. All of the doors of the classrooms
were locked, but I was able to look in the windows well enough to see
the weird shit that they had stored inside. Pool tables, furniture, you
name it. They also had an antique polygraph machine and an incubator
(for babies) just sitting out in the hallway. It was beyond bizarre.
Well, the art was all amazing and I couldn't help but think, how are
these people my age doing extraordinary things and I'm just sitting on
my ass, doing nothing? I need to seriously reevaluate some things.
What great day wouldn't be complete without a trip to the Kirksville
Wal-Mart, the cultural mecca of the town. We went there for some more
art supplies, some vegetables for the new grill that Alicia bought
earlier that day, and some Bud Select. We had quite a variety of crap
in the cart.
We came home, painted the plant pots that we bought, made a delicious
dinner, then got ready for the passion party (sex toy party) that we
had at our house at 7. There were so many people in and out of the
house between the boyfriends coming over for dinner and most of the
sorority coming over for the party.
The party was an absolute blast. I had gone to a sex toy party in
August for my cousin's wedding, but I was there with my mom, so I
couldn't really enjoy it. This was awesome, though. I could have spent
$500. I did buy some stuff, but I'm not going to tell you what...
After that, we had a mixer. It was fun, but I refused to play Flip Cup
because of the germs. Yuck. All of the Phi Taus made fun of me, but I
held my ground. Maybe if they had cleaned that ping pong table with 409
beforehand...
Ron, the way cool, way gay Delta Chi alumn, called me and wanted me to
come over to Kimball's and hang out with him. I made it over there,
where Chris was, and we all just shot the shit for awhile, then went to
the really packed, pretty lame AGD activation party (fun for the AGDS
but not for anyone else, probably). Came back to Kimball's, then went
to bed, then woke up and got pissed because I realized that it was
actually noon and not eleven. Shit.
Today was super busy and about the only good thing about it besides
lots of kisses from my boyfriend was Dairy Queen ice cream cake. Now, I
really need to study. So, to all of you who are like, "Damn, Amanda,
you never update your Xanga", bite me! Good night!
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| - "Sound of Sulfur"- every track is genius, but this one in particular is outstanding, i know that lots of you people don't appreciate heavy music and screaming, but you should at least read these guys' lyrics, wow Well, I'm back in the Midwest after a somewhat relaxing vacation in the South. The wedding was beautiful, something that I would want, except WAY too expensive. It was very simple and elegant and almost nothing went wrong. It was really nice to see my Southern relatives, some of who I don't get to see for years at a time. My Aunt Beth (who was once married to my Uncle Bob, my mom's brother, is no longer, but is still a part of the family) cracks me up. She's so honest and she's so much fun. The entire time that we were there, she and her husband Gary gave my dad an incredibly hard time (for those of you who don't know my dad, he's pretty strange and very easy to pick on). She also said that she wants to come up to St. Louis sometime this year to visit us. I'm really excited about that, which is weird.
Maybe you guys can't relate to this, but when I was younger, I never truly loved my relatives. I know that that statement sounds really psychopathic, but I just didn't. I knew that I was supposed to love them, so I was always affectionate and all, but I never missed them when they weren't there or got excited when they were coming to visit. Over the last five or so years, I've begun to appreciate them and love them, but recently, I've really developed a love for them. It used to always be pure awkardness when I was around them, but now I feel like a part of something and, although many of my relatives are also strange, it seems that they belong, too. This may not make any sense to anyone, but whatever it is that I have been feeling in regards to this subject is really cool and new. I finally feel like I'm mature. Everyday, I encounter something else that makes me realize that I'm not as grown up as I think that I am. It's very humbling.
Okay, I have SO much to do. I haven't unpacked yet, so I have to do that, then I have to gather my stuff up for school. I'm going up there on Thursday to move in and I can hardly wait. I have to get out of my parents' house. Good night. | | |
| So right now, I am packing for a nine day trip to New Orleans (with a few day detour to Destin) for my cousin Nick's wedding. This should be a very interesting trip.
First, Chris was supposed to go with us, but it ended up not working out. It started with problems with my parents, but once those got resolved, his parents really wanted him to stay home and spend time with them. I told Chris that there are only a few excuses that I would take for him not going and that spending time with his parents is one of them. It has been a rough summer for them. His mom has been in Ohio a lot and his dad works and travels most of the time. So I'm happy that he's getting to spend time with his parents. Not to mention that he is going to play in a hockey tournament next weekend and hockey is one of the things that makes him the most happy. So, yeah, I definitely wish that he could go with us, but I understand. My only beef is that I will be spending a week with only my parents (with the exception of seeing my relatives at gatherings and such).
Drew is at Kanakuk Colorado right now and he's there until Thursday. He then flies into New Orleans (thank God) and then I am saved from all of the attention of my parents. I really miss him. It's weird. But I need him here because he has always been the child that demands all the attention. I'm used to the backseat role and with him gone, I will naturally receive all of the attention. I guess that I will just have to relearn how to be a bookworm.
I am really excited about the beach, but I'd be more excited if there were somebody else my age to share it with (especially my boyfriend). That's okay; it's still the beach. My mom told me that I could ask somebody else to go with us, but out of everyone that I asked (or didn't ask, but wanted to, but then found out that they were going out of town during the same time), nobody could go because it was too short-notice. I expected that, but it doesn't hurt to try.
Well, I need to get Vince and Jules ready to go to Daddy's (Chris, of course, he has to make up for not going somehow) house. He's really nervous about taking care of them because he thinks that he's going to kill them, so wish him luck. Talk to you all later. Take care. | | |
| Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. I got another bearded dragon and creatively named him Jules (you know, Vince's partner in "Pulp Fiction"). After I picked up Vince from my Granny's on Wednesday night (he was staying there while we went to the lake) and she mentioned that he must be lonely living by himself, Drew, Jordan (my cousin who was in town), and I went to the pet store to buy crickets. We were looking at the bearded dragons and there was one that was bigger than the others and we felt sorry for it, thinking that it had been there for awhile since it was so big. I thought about Vince being lonely and, since the bearded dragons were $10 cheaper if you had a PetPals card (which I do), I got him. Yesterday, they got to know each other and now they are buddies, I think. The girl in the pet store told me that they communicate. One waves to the other and the other bobs its head back at him. The one waving is submissive and the one bobbing is dominant. Yesterday, Vince started waving at Jules. It's the cutest thing. I just hope this isn't a mating thing. I won't be able to tell their sexes until they have matured and even then, it could be hard to tell. God, I hope that they aren't male and female because, as cute as they would be, I can't afford little bearded dragon babies. | | |
| - "Reinventing Your Exit"- check out this band, this song is very powerful and it has great lyrics, i know that i say that about everything, but whatever So, it's been awhile because I was at the lake. Wow, I love the lake so much and being there obviously only reinforced that. If I could only live down there, working on a boat dock, doing nothing but staring at the peaceful horizon and killing time on a boat. I could easily do that for the rest of my days, as long as I got to get away every once in awhile. It's not too good to spend all of your time and energy at one place.
I had a great time at the lake, with the exception of one or two incidents. One night, as the ten of us were preparing to watch a movie in the living room, I decided to lie next to Chris on the air mattress that he had been sleeping on during the trip. I had a separate blanket and everything and I wasn't even really touching him, just lying flat on my back and looking at the screen, but my mom instantly suggested that I lie on the couch instead. I agreed, but I made it clear that I was pissed. She told me that it was because of my dad who, when he saw me lying next to Chris, actually left the room and announced quietly that he wasn't coming back. Yeah, it pissed me off, but it's my dad and he's crazy, especially about stuff like that. But I didn't get it because as I started to lie next to Chris, I thought about what my parents would think and I honestly didn't think that they'd be offended by it. The next day, Chris and I had a conversation about it and he was way more pissed than I was. He took it very personally, which I don't blame him for doing. I then talked to my mom later that night and the impression that I got from her was that she and my dad just didn't want to see that (well, in the case of my dad, it was more like he didn't want to know about it or think about it period). Yeah, I buy that, but come on, two years and about three months together, not to mention about half a dozen other trips with my family and Chris isn't even allowed to lie next to me. So, that really put a damper in things and I haven't even told you a tenth of it.
My brother goes to camp tomorrow for two whole weeks. He's going to Kanakuk in Colorado (Durango, actually, a really cool place). I know that he's going to have such a great time (he's been going for seven or so years now), but I'm going to miss him. It's really amazing that we get along now. We both recently admitted that we used to hate each other. I really did. I was really pissed that he had to ruin everything, that he got away with everything, etc. He was the same way about me, but now when I tell him that I love him, I know that I actually mean it. I'm very thankful for that.
I'm also bummed about him going to camp because I will have the reluctant role of only child. I hate being the center of my parents' attention. Talk about tension.
Anyway, my room is a mess and I told myself that I'd clean it before bed, so good night all. | | |
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