Tuesday, March 31, 2009

The Artist Formerly Known As


Prince, what the hell are you THINKING!? For an artist that doesn't want a name, and goes by a symbol, I wouldn't have expected this...

Just a few days ago, Prince released his three CD album. Exclusively through Target?!?!?!?

Even the album art screams, "Target Sale Item."

Monday, March 30, 2009

Really, Lakewood?

The concept of public parks having curfews is still something kind of new to me. I understand why they're put into place, for my personal safety and to keep people safe from crime among other things. 

The other night I was given a "warning" after just trying to casually hang out and lay around the grass of the Metro Parks in Cleveland. It's shocking to realize how people automatically think you're up to the worst. I had no paraphernalia on me, wasn't any kind of intoxicated, up to only the most innocent of activities (sad thing is, I'm being honest. I know it's unbelievable). 

Looking like a homeless person with the tons of blankets I was holding, the park rangers asked if I was homeless. I should add in here that I was with a friend of mine. It wasn't just me being some big lanky blonde chick roaming through the pitch black park at night. We were let off with a warning and presumed to lay around on my friend's roof in the cold, instead of where you can get a better view of the sky in the dark of the parks. 

During a second attempt to see the sky a little easier, the same friend and I roamed up to Lakewood Park, hopped the fence, strolled down to the water and the rocks, and sat. We were just talking, it was about 12:30. Some kids came by and saw us sitting down there, they panicked and ran away. 

Shortly after, a cop comes down. We find out those dumb ass kids left their car in the parking lot, and the officer came down looking for them, not us. But he found us anyway. Took down our information, and wrote us each a ticket. Luckily for us, the ticket was only for being in the park past curfew, and not for trespassing or anything else.

If you were to ask me how much money I would have to pay for a citation for being in a park past curfew, I would've guessed between $15 and $40. I voiced this to my co-ticketed partner, and shrugged and went back to the car parked on a side street. 

My ticket, which I called today to find out about, costs $195. Why in the HELL would you charge people almost two hundred dollars to keep them out of a park? I could understand if I was still a minor. I could understand if I was causing mischief and mayhem up in the park. But I wasn't. 

In conclusion, donations will be accepted to help me pay for an unreasonably huge ticket. 
Not to mention I can't fight it in court, because I'm in cincinnati and it would cost at least half as much as my ticket to appear in court. 

A ticket for speeding on the highway is $115. How the fuck do you justify that?

Fuck you, Lakewood. 

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Where the Wild Things Are

Sometimes I wish I could just fast forward to parts of my life I'm anticipating. 


Monday, March 23, 2009

Zonin' in the Cle

It's shocking how much of a fucking warp Cleveland is in. It's like trying to run through syrup.

30 kids that just wanna party and rage and have a good time, but still have no real place to do it, and no real desire to actually make it happen. This can apply to all aspects of our Cleveland lives.

Wanting to do something ourselves, but no real motivation to do it. 
I came back to Cleveland to find all my friends almost exactly where I'd left them. 
Discontent and maladjusted. Ha. 

I love these people, they mean the world to me.
but if I'm going to come back next year, 
I have to become satisfied with this lethargic, mediocre, lack of opportunity. 


Who knows, maybe I'll regret that statement later.


Friday, March 20, 2009

Sunrise, Cincinnati

I don't know the last time I actually got to see the sunrise in Cinci. But I recall waiting for it one morning in a drunken stupor, and passing out just long enough for it to turn back to bright shit again.

A tad unfortunate my strange screen produces this look. But I enjoy it, sincerely.

Cleveland, soon. 

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Fuck Cat Lady,

I'm gonna just have tons of dogs. 

Puppy Play Day today instead of studying.

That is a pug. Wearing what looks like a cape.




Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Thanks, Reddit

Without you, I wouldn't have just found this ad to blow my fucking mind.

http://toronto.en.craigslist.ca/tor/tlg/1078185176.html

Besides that, I'm mainly Irish and St. Patty's day is just NOT worth it to me. Just monopolizing off this bullshit holiday. Like fucking Valentine's Day or some shit. Like people in Dublin really care about green beer. Ugh. 

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Things Ain't Like They Used To Be

I think that's pretty self-explanatory. 

No person, place, scenario, will ever be quite how it was. Obvious, I know. But god damn has it made me nostalgic.

I'm feeling awfully pessimistic. I don't have much to look forward to. Give me spring break and get me back to the people that mean the most to me. 

I leave you with this..

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Prep for the Weather.

I am in desperate need of a hobby for outdoors. 

No, I'm not going to take up skating. 
As much as I think it'd be fun to try, I can't handle what a joke I'd be. 
No, I can't get back into horseback riding. 
I'd love to, but without a car and money, it's really not doable. 
No, my photography isn't really worthwhile. 
I totally enjoy taking pictures, but my camera is mediocre, to match my photos. 

Please suggest something. 
Until then, I plan on just hopping on a bus and seeing where it goes.
And when I get lost, I just walk around. 


Thursday, March 12, 2009

A Series (almost) Forgotten

When I end up with kids, I'm gonna hopefully still have copies of this series. And I will play this for them through their toddler years. Thanks to the good ol' ex-employer, The Exchange, someone traded in a few Lullaby Renditions back in the day, which I naturally had to hear out of curiosity. Now I fall asleep to it. Like a baby.

If you're unfamiliar with the Rockabye Renditions, they include AC/DC, Metallica, No Doubt, Pixies, Beatles, Bjork, Smashing Pumpkins, and a plethora of others (U2, Green Day, and other bullshit). My personal favorite... both ironic for an infant to listen to, and chillingly soothing:


On a side note, I can't stop listening to 8-bit Radiohead off YouTube. So fun. 

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Box Of 'Pons

I went to the Rec Center today with my roommate.  Some tampon rep asked Amy (roommate) and our friend Shorty to get into a picture, and if they wanted some free samples. At the conclusion of the picture, the representatives asked if we wanted to each take a box home. A BOX. 

We agree. Because that shit's expensive. And now? 224 sample packs of three. Thanks Playtex Sport. We're selling these bitches for 50 cents a pack. Otherwise I'm set on tampons till I decide to birth children. 


Honestly... C'mon....

Part of me wants to argue that I come to the Rec to work out and exercise. Not to leave with 672 tampons. But the other part of me is reminded how much money I'm saving, and how I should consider myself more lucky than anything. I've got all these tampons for like, less than half price.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Thunderdome? How do I get in there? Easy. Pick a Fight.


I kind of hate admitting it, but there's a sickening amount of blog spots circulating through my friends. And I can't help but join the crowd if not just to reply with asshole-ish commentary. 

How could you NOT want to read a blog that stars Tina Turner and Mel Gibson in its first entry?
I've been continuously spelling my blog "Thunderdorm" which is only funny because I can't get the fuck out of this room for more than like 20 minutes, it seems. But even in my seclusion, I find time and amusement. Thanks blogspot fucks.