TEN REALLY NICE THINGS I'VE DONE RECENTLY:
1. Put my own good time aside so that some friends could have an even better time.
2. Sacrificed sleep for a three hour long middle of the night phone call with a friend having a hard time.
3. Helped mud a friend's apartment. (Actually that's tomorrow. And I swear it has nothing to do with the friend being very easy on the eyes.)
4. NOT beat up Parker for my own enjoyment.
5. Stopped by my high school to make sure my little brother didn't miss schedule pick-up.
6. Taken my brother to pick up his schedule.
7. Left a cookie on the windshield of someone having a really bad day.
8. Invited someone who looked lonely to hang out for the night. (And I swear it wasn't JUST because he was cute.)
9. Been nice to the chick I work(ed)* with and would really like to strangle because everyone hates her, and she knows it.
10. Taken little brother back-to-school shopping.
THREE BAD THINGS I'VE DONE RECENTLY:
1. Cursed like a sailor.
2. Went off on a kid who kept coming behind the counter at Quiznos. It was a rage blackout.
3. Gotten a speeding ticket, and that's just a subject for a whole different blog!
*I totally quit Quiznos. My last day was Saturday and there was not even a cake after I've been there a YEAR! That's a year of my life GONE to those fuckers and am I appreciated for it?! NO! So I kept my uniform and refuse to give it back so that they will have to order more uniforms for the new employees. TAKE THAT! I have three shirts, an apron, and two hats. I'm supposed to have one shirt, hat, apron. But I'm sneaky, like Optimus Prime.
I start school on the 27th! I move out of my house the 24th! It's pretty crazy shit. Send me some housewarming gifts, it's the polite thing to do.
8.08.2007
7.19.2007
OLIVIA WRITES TWO BLOGS IN ONE DAY!
Because I have TWO things to blog about!
So. I'm very possibly going to Ozzfest in St. Louis. The only thing standing in my way is the part where it's weird for me to stay in a hotel room with four guys. I know all four and three are some of my best friends, but my parents get this look whenever I talk about it. This look like "our little girl's a slut" even though these guys are like brothers to me and even though we live in Mississippi, I'm not into incest.
But assuming that I'm going to St. Louis with these guys,
How's that for amazing! Not really, but like I said, I have to go to work! The Audio keeps cutting out so you can ust fill in the gaps with whatever you want. You guys have an awesome day!
So. I'm very possibly going to Ozzfest in St. Louis. The only thing standing in my way is the part where it's weird for me to stay in a hotel room with four guys. I know all four and three are some of my best friends, but my parents get this look whenever I talk about it. This look like "our little girl's a slut" even though these guys are like brothers to me and even though we live in Mississippi, I'm not into incest.
But assuming that I'm going to St. Louis with these guys,
How's that for amazing! Not really, but like I said, I have to go to work! The Audio keeps cutting out so you can ust fill in the gaps with whatever you want. You guys have an awesome day!
OLIVIA IS A BAD BLOGGER!
But I'm sure that this is very apparent, seeing as I haven't posted anything in a very long time.
However! I do have something to talk about now! And time to blog it, because although I'm totally graduated, moving out in a month, and eighteen, I have gotten myself grounded for the first time ever. So there's a lot of time, at least until I have to go to work in an hour.
So here it is:
OLIVIA- SORORITY OR NO?!
(That was the new title)
Recently I was invited to a Facebook group for sorority recruitment at the university I'm going to in the Fall. It's like, an invite only thing, and so naturally, I was flattered and joined.
But the question is, can I see myself in a sorority or not? I can in some aspects, as far as the like...activity part of it goes and social aspect. But then there's the stereotypical sorority part that sort of irks me. Yes, irks. With the sisterhood and the rules and everything. I can't be sisterhood-y and follow stupid rules!!!
Here's a list of reasons I'd be GREAT in a sorority:
1. I'm very good at organizing things and being involved and being insanely social and also very good at acting like I really like people while I actually hate them.
2. I'm pretty damn cute, if I do say so myself.
3. I'm always very involved in what's going on and participate in ridiculous things.
Here's some reasons I'd suck in a sorority:
1. My friends are primarily boys, the ratio of guy friends to girl friends is probably three to one. And the reasons are simply because girls bug me a lot of the time. There's always something dramatic going on that someone has to be upset about, and when I hang out with the guys, I'm the only one that is bitching about what a jerk that last guy I dated was. Also, guys will be more willing to do funner things, or at least my idea of fun, where it's mainly blowing things up and stuff. If I were to join a sorority, I don't think they'd be into me blowing things up.
2. A lot of the time if I get worked up, in a good or bad way, I curse like a sailor. I don't think they'd like that.
3. They all have really, really, nice hair. And I have amazing hair, I mean, I would have sex with me, but it's up most of the time, because it sort of gets in the way when I'm blowing stuff up or getting duct taped to a pole.
4. I'm an awful dancer.
So you see, it's difficult. Because I like being on the inside (That's what he said) and I feel like if I were to be in a sorority, I'd have access to more shit, and get more involved way faster. But also, they could very possibly not want me, because of many reasons in addition to those above.
Still, I can't see myself in a sorority with a bunch of chicks. I could see myself in a fraternity, also a good plot for a movie. And you can't take that idea, because it's my movie idea, and it's on here, and so if you take it, I can sue your ass.
However! I do have something to talk about now! And time to blog it, because although I'm totally graduated, moving out in a month, and eighteen, I have gotten myself grounded for the first time ever. So there's a lot of time, at least until I have to go to work in an hour.
So here it is:
OLIVIA- SORORITY OR NO?!
(That was the new title)
Recently I was invited to a Facebook group for sorority recruitment at the university I'm going to in the Fall. It's like, an invite only thing, and so naturally, I was flattered and joined.
But the question is, can I see myself in a sorority or not? I can in some aspects, as far as the like...activity part of it goes and social aspect. But then there's the stereotypical sorority part that sort of irks me. Yes, irks. With the sisterhood and the rules and everything. I can't be sisterhood-y and follow stupid rules!!!
Here's a list of reasons I'd be GREAT in a sorority:
1. I'm very good at organizing things and being involved and being insanely social and also very good at acting like I really like people while I actually hate them.
2. I'm pretty damn cute, if I do say so myself.
3. I'm always very involved in what's going on and participate in ridiculous things.
Here's some reasons I'd suck in a sorority:
1. My friends are primarily boys, the ratio of guy friends to girl friends is probably three to one. And the reasons are simply because girls bug me a lot of the time. There's always something dramatic going on that someone has to be upset about, and when I hang out with the guys, I'm the only one that is bitching about what a jerk that last guy I dated was. Also, guys will be more willing to do funner things, or at least my idea of fun, where it's mainly blowing things up and stuff. If I were to join a sorority, I don't think they'd be into me blowing things up.
2. A lot of the time if I get worked up, in a good or bad way, I curse like a sailor. I don't think they'd like that.
3. They all have really, really, nice hair. And I have amazing hair, I mean, I would have sex with me, but it's up most of the time, because it sort of gets in the way when I'm blowing stuff up or getting duct taped to a pole.
4. I'm an awful dancer.
So you see, it's difficult. Because I like being on the inside (That's what he said) and I feel like if I were to be in a sorority, I'd have access to more shit, and get more involved way faster. But also, they could very possibly not want me, because of many reasons in addition to those above.
Still, I can't see myself in a sorority with a bunch of chicks. I could see myself in a fraternity, also a good plot for a movie. And you can't take that idea, because it's my movie idea, and it's on here, and so if you take it, I can sue your ass.
6.16.2007
OLIVIA'S VACATION BLOG WITH A CREATIVE TITLE!
I couldn't think of a good title, I apologize.
So. I took around three hundred pictures during our family trip to Oregon. And I have picked the best (read: my favorite, some suck...a lot) to share with the world (thirteen people) that has been anticipating this holy blog for hours!
I will begin at the beginning, which is only logical:
This is how it looked out my window once during the flight. The chick next to me was all frazzled when I pointed my camera out the window. And I was all "what." Then we fought.
On the first flight, I sat next to this guy. I wasn't happy at first because he was with a giant group on a mission trip, and so it was pretty much given that he would push his Jesus on me. But it turns out, aside from me being right, he was Elvis's personal assistant for a few years way back when. So I got to hear Elvis stories while we flew to Denver. The only downside was, eventually the stories ended up back at Jesus. If that guy was a super hero, his power would be bringing anything, including mayonaise, back to Jesus.
Eventually we got to Portland, where I took this picture that I like. I figure, if I lived in Portland, I would live in this building, regardless of whether or not it was actually an apartment building.
This is something that puzzled me though. This was in the window of a shoe repair place, and I don't see what it has to do with the repair of shoes. Also, it does not make me want to get my shoes repaired there. Frankly, it freaks me out a little. My good friend, Aaron, made sense of it, to himself at least. He said the point that he saw was, if this guy wasn't going to wear anything, he was going to wear shoes, even without a body. But that is crap.
Just say "fudgefudge" really fast. It's great. I don't know why, it doesn't sound dirty or even really have any sort of inuendo in there. It just made me insanely happy.
Lastly for my Portland pictures, here is my dad, watching the Weather Channel but looking like a monsoon is coming. If only he had glasses on to dramatically take off. "Oh...my...God..."
After a day or two in Portland, we ventured to pretty much the smallest town ever that is NOT a ghost town. We went to visit our grandparents, and had a fantastic time with them, regardless of the fact that I saw maybe three guys in the entire town. Maybe they are like vampires, though.
Also, the town had the smallest monkey bars I have ever seen. Ever.
We actually DID go to some ghost towns though:
I thought this was funny, because you see the little box, and then behind it is a barn full of old cars and wagons that are in serious need of restoration. But I liked that they were old and decrepid.
This is a whole lot of nothingness on the way to the ghost town of boredom. Seriously. It was boring.
I got to know some of the friendly, yet quiet locals of one ghost town. Population, eight or something.
I think this guy was wasted. I did my best not to anger him.
Here's a giant pile of cow poop. I should have put up a hand or something to show the size, but it was gross. And just too giant to NOT take a picture of. So here it is.
Here's my brother being emo and weird right before I found the giant poop.
Here's the ghost town bathroom door! Apparently they are not familiar with "that's what she said" jokes. So I'd like to say to you, "push hard" door, THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!
Later on, we found an abandoned gym. I took this picture that I am super proud of because it kicks ass.
This is me being really cold by an old gas station pump. It was freezing and windy.
Here I am again, this time standing among some creeeepy ghost chairs! And I didn't move them at all, they were already creepy.
We then traveled to some larger towns on the coast.
The sea was angryyyy!
And it was pouring down this, like, hell-ish super-mist and I thought I was going to die.
This is my favorite house, ever. However, it is falling apart and can probably not be salvaged. It is totally a fight club house. And so I was annoying and took pictures of it. But it's SO COOL!!!
This is my uncle and my emo brother, both looking oh so pretty. I put this picture on here for my own enjoyment. Take that!
And lastly, here is a food dog. I made it with my hash browns and some ketchup and some other stuff at breakfast out last morning. It should have been framed.
So those are my favorite vacation pictures. There are loads more, but that's all I have energy for. Really, I have to go take a nap now.
So. I took around three hundred pictures during our family trip to Oregon. And I have picked the best (read: my favorite, some suck...a lot) to share with the world (thirteen people) that has been anticipating this holy blog for hours!
I will begin at the beginning, which is only logical:
This is how it looked out my window once during the flight. The chick next to me was all frazzled when I pointed my camera out the window. And I was all "what." Then we fought.
On the first flight, I sat next to this guy. I wasn't happy at first because he was with a giant group on a mission trip, and so it was pretty much given that he would push his Jesus on me. But it turns out, aside from me being right, he was Elvis's personal assistant for a few years way back when. So I got to hear Elvis stories while we flew to Denver. The only downside was, eventually the stories ended up back at Jesus. If that guy was a super hero, his power would be bringing anything, including mayonaise, back to Jesus.
Eventually we got to Portland, where I took this picture that I like. I figure, if I lived in Portland, I would live in this building, regardless of whether or not it was actually an apartment building.
This is something that puzzled me though. This was in the window of a shoe repair place, and I don't see what it has to do with the repair of shoes. Also, it does not make me want to get my shoes repaired there. Frankly, it freaks me out a little. My good friend, Aaron, made sense of it, to himself at least. He said the point that he saw was, if this guy wasn't going to wear anything, he was going to wear shoes, even without a body. But that is crap.
Just say "fudgefudge" really fast. It's great. I don't know why, it doesn't sound dirty or even really have any sort of inuendo in there. It just made me insanely happy.
Lastly for my Portland pictures, here is my dad, watching the Weather Channel but looking like a monsoon is coming. If only he had glasses on to dramatically take off. "Oh...my...God..."
After a day or two in Portland, we ventured to pretty much the smallest town ever that is NOT a ghost town. We went to visit our grandparents, and had a fantastic time with them, regardless of the fact that I saw maybe three guys in the entire town. Maybe they are like vampires, though.
Also, the town had the smallest monkey bars I have ever seen. Ever.
We actually DID go to some ghost towns though:
I thought this was funny, because you see the little box, and then behind it is a barn full of old cars and wagons that are in serious need of restoration. But I liked that they were old and decrepid.
This is a whole lot of nothingness on the way to the ghost town of boredom. Seriously. It was boring.
I got to know some of the friendly, yet quiet locals of one ghost town. Population, eight or something.
I think this guy was wasted. I did my best not to anger him.
Here's a giant pile of cow poop. I should have put up a hand or something to show the size, but it was gross. And just too giant to NOT take a picture of. So here it is.
Here's my brother being emo and weird right before I found the giant poop.
Here's the ghost town bathroom door! Apparently they are not familiar with "that's what she said" jokes. So I'd like to say to you, "push hard" door, THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!
Later on, we found an abandoned gym. I took this picture that I am super proud of because it kicks ass.
This is me being really cold by an old gas station pump. It was freezing and windy.
This is a super cool picture my mom took. And I look cool/sexy as hell, so I figured I'd stick it in here. Feel free to set it as your desktop.
Here I am again, this time standing among some creeeepy ghost chairs! And I didn't move them at all, they were already creepy.
We then traveled to some larger towns on the coast.
The sea was angryyyy!
And it was pouring down this, like, hell-ish super-mist and I thought I was going to die.
This is my favorite house, ever. However, it is falling apart and can probably not be salvaged. It is totally a fight club house. And so I was annoying and took pictures of it. But it's SO COOL!!!
This is my uncle and my emo brother, both looking oh so pretty. I put this picture on here for my own enjoyment. Take that!
And lastly, here is a food dog. I made it with my hash browns and some ketchup and some other stuff at breakfast out last morning. It should have been framed.
So those are my favorite vacation pictures. There are loads more, but that's all I have energy for. Really, I have to go take a nap now.
6.06.2007
OLIVIA GIVES YOU SOMETHING CUTE AND SOMETHING FUNNY!
I'm a caring person 12% of the time, and I like to give to those I care about.
I give you something adorable:
That is a tiny, sweet baby kitten whose mutha cat wasn't a very smart mom. She left it behind my grandparents' house with some other, older kittens. But I loved it for her.
I give you something adorable:
That is a tiny, sweet baby kitten whose mutha cat wasn't a very smart mom. She left it behind my grandparents' house with some other, older kittens. But I loved it for her.
And I give you something just plan fantastic:
I won't spoil this moment with words...
6.04.2007
OLIVIA IS TAGGED!
Craig tagged me! And I'm not sure what I am specifically supposed to say. I had options, and I'm not great at making rash decisions on the spot like this. So, I am just going to combine the things.
They were:
1. Four blogs that make you think.
2. Six wierd facts about myself.
3. Eight random facts...about myself.
So I present you with...
SEVEN FACTS ABOUT MYSELF AND SOME BLOGS THAT MAKE ME THINK THINGS!
1. I love Roy Orbison. Make fun of me all you want, but I love that man. This catches people off guard when "Only the Lonely" starts to play on my ipod when I'm driving. But they can suck it.
2. I'm border-line germaphobic! I carry hand sanitizer with me everywhere I go, and Lysol things frequently. But you really cannot be too careful. Did you see that disease-spreading ass face on the news from the plane rides?! And he was finally in DENVER! DO YOU KNOW WHERE MY CONNECTING FLIGHT WAS!!!??? DENVER!!!!
3. I scarcely cry, but when I do, someone had better be getting me flowers or candy or something because it is probably very serious. However, I hardly ever cry in front of people. I'm not completely sure why. It's mostly because I don't like people to see me vulnerable, because they often do because I'm little and adorable. And I'm not vulnerable, I could kick your ass without even trying.
4. I'll do anything ridiculous with a large enough audience.
5. I'm really concieted. Like, way too much. But I think it's okay, because I at least acknowlege it! For instance - I text messaged something to a friend of mine, Ian. And Ian texts back that I'm the funniest chick he knows. I respond, "Yep, and I'm pretty too!" Given, most of it is me just goofing around, but let's not lie, I'm the shit.
6. Pointed out by Parker: I'm a sweet little innocent girl who reads Chuck Palahnuik books. I didn't think anything was weird about it, but apparently it's a little hinky. When asked by my Grandmother why I read his books, I told her I didn't know, I just really love them.
7. When something is bothering me, it's pretty easy to tell if you're not a complete idiot. Any time when I'm happy, I don't do much. I'm a generally very lazy person. But if something is bothering me, I keep insanely busy. Like, one thing after another to avoid dwelling on whatever it is or having to deal with it. Instead of taking to bed when totally crushed, I clean the carpets of my Jeep.
*Parker's myspace blog makes me think about how I really couldn't stand Parker for awhile. And also that Parker being as smart as he is should really have better grammar.
*Puntabulous makes me think things like "hahahaha!" Because Craig is hilarious.
*The Seventh Notion makes me think that going to a prep school would be like A Separate Peace, although I'm sure it's not at all. But Finny was HOT anyway.
They were:
1. Four blogs that make you think.
2. Six wierd facts about myself.
3. Eight random facts...about myself.
So I present you with...
SEVEN FACTS ABOUT MYSELF AND SOME BLOGS THAT MAKE ME THINK THINGS!
1. I love Roy Orbison. Make fun of me all you want, but I love that man. This catches people off guard when "Only the Lonely" starts to play on my ipod when I'm driving. But they can suck it.
2. I'm border-line germaphobic! I carry hand sanitizer with me everywhere I go, and Lysol things frequently. But you really cannot be too careful. Did you see that disease-spreading ass face on the news from the plane rides?! And he was finally in DENVER! DO YOU KNOW WHERE MY CONNECTING FLIGHT WAS!!!??? DENVER!!!!
3. I scarcely cry, but when I do, someone had better be getting me flowers or candy or something because it is probably very serious. However, I hardly ever cry in front of people. I'm not completely sure why. It's mostly because I don't like people to see me vulnerable, because they often do because I'm little and adorable. And I'm not vulnerable, I could kick your ass without even trying.
4. I'll do anything ridiculous with a large enough audience.
5. I'm really concieted. Like, way too much. But I think it's okay, because I at least acknowlege it! For instance - I text messaged something to a friend of mine, Ian. And Ian texts back that I'm the funniest chick he knows. I respond, "Yep, and I'm pretty too!" Given, most of it is me just goofing around, but let's not lie, I'm the shit.
6. Pointed out by Parker: I'm a sweet little innocent girl who reads Chuck Palahnuik books. I didn't think anything was weird about it, but apparently it's a little hinky. When asked by my Grandmother why I read his books, I told her I didn't know, I just really love them.
7. When something is bothering me, it's pretty easy to tell if you're not a complete idiot. Any time when I'm happy, I don't do much. I'm a generally very lazy person. But if something is bothering me, I keep insanely busy. Like, one thing after another to avoid dwelling on whatever it is or having to deal with it. Instead of taking to bed when totally crushed, I clean the carpets of my Jeep.
*Parker's myspace blog makes me think about how I really couldn't stand Parker for awhile. And also that Parker being as smart as he is should really have better grammar.
*Puntabulous makes me think things like "hahahaha!" Because Craig is hilarious.
*The Seventh Notion makes me think that going to a prep school would be like A Separate Peace, although I'm sure it's not at all. But Finny was HOT anyway.
6.03.2007
OLIVIA IS SORRY!!
At the moment, I am in a town where the graduating class this year was like...and literally, around 15 people I think. I could be the mayor! At least I could, in my imagination.
I totally apologize for the lack of great posting so far! We left like, two days after graduation and this is the first time I've even gotten to a computer. It's like I'm a cave person!! But really...it's been awful. All I could think about is who's commenting me on Myspace and whether or not I had a new email or comment on here. That and OH MY GOD OREGON HAS SOME HOT BOYS!!!!
So since I having nothing really planned and would rather not upload pictures onto my grandmother's computer (where I am now, thank the Baby Jesus for her being all up in techology's buisness!) I will tell about the wonders of Portland guys.
They are wonderous. Not all of them, of course, but a great great number. And the best part is, they are looking at me too! Mississippi boys suck! I mean REALLY! Sure, I get checked out there, but here, it's by actual good looking, non-redneck, ride-a-bike or drive-a-hybrid, delicious man boys. And since I'm in a town with a population of like, what, fifty!? Just kidding, but I'm like the shit! "Who's that?" "Effin Olivia, she's the shit. Check out her tight ass!"
Anyway, to answer some questions!
I am going to college in Memphis next year. Yes, it's not that far away, in fact, I will be living at home still since I live only 15 minutes outside of Memphis, but I'm still very excited. I will probably eventually transfer but for now I'm scared and want to stay near my mommy. I'm going to major in Communications with a concentration on Film because of my whole going to be a director-have a six year plan so far thing.
Hm... what else?! Oh yes, for my dear Polt! There will be some Parker here and there, but since I'm leaving for college, and also, he's going to a crazy magnet school next year, we won't be seeing as much of each other as usual. It's actually really sad. But you have to remember, Parker is not some piece of ass! He has hopes and dreams! And got me a really, really pretty bracelet for Graduation! I'm wearing it now! And he is also just a piece of ass...hahaha!
Anyway, I want to sit down and do a good, centered post while I'm here, and I'm here for another week and a half, so look forward to that, the worst that can happen is your dreams being crushed and you crying, etc. BUT I can PROMISE you a good, long, sexy (yeah, right), post as soon as I get home, because I am taking pictures for it with YOU in mind!
Also, Craig tagged me, and I will be getting my tag on soon, so...there. I didn't know how to end that sentence.
I totally apologize for the lack of great posting so far! We left like, two days after graduation and this is the first time I've even gotten to a computer. It's like I'm a cave person!! But really...it's been awful. All I could think about is who's commenting me on Myspace and whether or not I had a new email or comment on here. That and OH MY GOD OREGON HAS SOME HOT BOYS!!!!
So since I having nothing really planned and would rather not upload pictures onto my grandmother's computer (where I am now, thank the Baby Jesus for her being all up in techology's buisness!) I will tell about the wonders of Portland guys.
They are wonderous. Not all of them, of course, but a great great number. And the best part is, they are looking at me too! Mississippi boys suck! I mean REALLY! Sure, I get checked out there, but here, it's by actual good looking, non-redneck, ride-a-bike or drive-a-hybrid, delicious man boys. And since I'm in a town with a population of like, what, fifty!? Just kidding, but I'm like the shit! "Who's that?" "Effin Olivia, she's the shit. Check out her tight ass!"
Anyway, to answer some questions!
I am going to college in Memphis next year. Yes, it's not that far away, in fact, I will be living at home still since I live only 15 minutes outside of Memphis, but I'm still very excited. I will probably eventually transfer but for now I'm scared and want to stay near my mommy. I'm going to major in Communications with a concentration on Film because of my whole going to be a director-have a six year plan so far thing.
Hm... what else?! Oh yes, for my dear Polt! There will be some Parker here and there, but since I'm leaving for college, and also, he's going to a crazy magnet school next year, we won't be seeing as much of each other as usual. It's actually really sad. But you have to remember, Parker is not some piece of ass! He has hopes and dreams! And got me a really, really pretty bracelet for Graduation! I'm wearing it now! And he is also just a piece of ass...hahaha!
Anyway, I want to sit down and do a good, centered post while I'm here, and I'm here for another week and a half, so look forward to that, the worst that can happen is your dreams being crushed and you crying, etc. BUT I can PROMISE you a good, long, sexy (yeah, right), post as soon as I get home, because I am taking pictures for it with YOU in mind!
Also, Craig tagged me, and I will be getting my tag on soon, so...there. I didn't know how to end that sentence.
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