Should Have Known
Half an hour ago, I was listening to a really cheesy country song (Amanda Wilkinson; No More Me) and thinking about the time I spent with NSN.
Ya I know, bad idea.
Stupid me still misses him - the old him mind you, but that’s still bad. Especially after all he put me through. I should hate him. I should wish ill upon him for the rest of his days, but I can’t. I’m so pissed that he tainted all of our time together by his actions when we broke up and after.
Anyways, so I was sitting here listening to No More Me by Amanda Wilkinson and thinking about how it would have been so much better if NSN had left in a different, kinder way. I just happened to glance out the window at that point, and I saw a car parked at the end of the driveway. It was a tanish colour, and the person was putting something in the mailbox.
My heart skipped a beat. On the way home from the ski trip, I saw NSN’s new car in his driveway. It was a tanish colour, four door old man car. Could it be him? Finally paying me back? The person didn’t drive up the driveway, and instead drove away after getting back in.
My imagination started running wild. Perhaps he’s finally realized that it was not me who ruined things, but him. Perhaps he’s finally feeling remorse for his sickening behaviour these past 7 months or so, and in that envelope will be not only the money he owes me but a note apologizing for everything. That’s all it would take for my heart to soften you know, a sincere apology. I am in no way saying that I would take him back, because I definitely wouldn’t, but at least I could look back on him with founder memories.
So anyways, I told my dad to check the mailbox when he left for work. He wanted to know what I was expecting, and not thinking I replied “the rest of the money NSN owes me…hopefully.” Dad was shocked to hear that NSN still hadn’t paid me back and still owed me $400. So now Dad’s going to get involved and go down to have a talk with NSN about the importances of keeping promises or something like that. Great. Thanks motor mouth me, technically I did tell NSN he could keep the money…but I expected him to pay me back after realizing just how horrible of a person he was.
But anyways, so Dad checked the mailbox…and low and behold, there wasn’t an envelope from NSN to me. It was a package for him from somebody. Talk about wishful thinking eh. Of course NSN won’t smarten up, he’s a stubborn mule and always has been.
But that small, tiny, insignificant little part of me still wants something from him. An apology? The rest of my money back? An acknowledgment that we had been together for so long? A place in his heart as his first? I have no idea what I want. All I know is I don’t want to be forgotten or erased, especially since I can’t forget or erase him. I can pretend…but pretending only goes so far.
But I find a part of me doesn’t want to forget the memories; the good times that we had, even if they do hurt me deeply every time I think about him, or see pictures. It’s like salt on an open wound, that feeling. But I guess it’s better then having nothing…
This picture was taken exactly a year ago today; at JD’s 18th hotel party, before everyone got there. It was just JD, Birdman, NSN and myself. We had a blast goofing off and being idiots. NSN decided it would be funny to swing me over his shoulder…and I repaid him by farting right in his face. HAH! Take that. (Ya I don’t care if I just told the entire world I farted in my ex-boyfriends face…it just makes everybody want to vote for me more…come on, it’s the last day 
heh).
Random emotional turmoil aside, I would like to give a birthday shout out to my best friend JD, who is 19 today. Go wish her a happy birthday; knowing her she’s probably already at the beer store!
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12:52 pm |
Ask Sarcastica: Volume 1
Alright everyone! It’s the first ever issue of Ask Sarcastica! A couple of people sent me in their issues/questions, so lets get started!
Dear Sarcastica:
A few months ago a guy liked me, but there was a misunderstanding, and
he thought I disliked him, and since then he hates me. He avoids me
all the time, and once he implied I was a bad person and he was so
over me. I don’t know if I truly care about it, but it sure has hurt
my pride. And nobody messes with my pride! Please, Sarcastica, help me
heal my wounded pride!
Sincerely yours,
Street Fighter
P.S. Do NOT tell me to talk to him, because of: time (it all happened
some time ago), he’s over me, and my pride, don’t forget my pride! I
just want him to realize that: it was his loss (a stupid one), and
that it was his bad, not mine, and that he’s not over me. Ok, he might
be, but he won’t because you’ll help me, right?
Dear Street Fighter;
It seems that you must truly care about it, or else you wouldn’t be sitting around wondering why this guy got over you so quickly. I definitely agree that it is wounded pride, but since you have forbidden me the advice that makes sense (yes, talking to him) there isn’t much else you can do except for forget about it and move on. I know it’s very important for you that he realize he was stupid and foolish, but think of it from his end…misunderstanding or not, he still thought you disliked him. This probably hurt his ego, and therefore he helped himself move on by telling himself that you are someone who you aren’t. The only way to reverse this opinion is to talk to him and make him see that you aren’t a bad person, but I know you don’t want to do that
You could have a friend talk to him for you, just let him know that it was a misunderstanding and that you aren’t really a bad person, but if that still counts as talking to him, I guess you are stuck! The only thing left to do is shrug it off and go about your day: there will be other fish in the sea! Clearly this one isn’t very intelligent if he isn’t willing to give things a second chance, so was he ever worth your time in the first place?
I hope this helped!
Love,
Sarcastica
Dear Sarcastica,
I am a guy who is told I resemble a gorilla. My problem is that I have no shame and will show my balls to anyone who asks and to everyone who doesn’t ask. Is this is a psychological issue or should everyone just be happy that it’s only my balls and not my taint?
-Gorilla Boy
Dear Gorilla Boy;
First things first; balls are weird looking no matter how hairy or hairless they are. I don’t think that it’s a psychological issue (unless you are showing said balls to small children, then you need help) I think its purely for entertainment reasons. However, I think you should know when to pull them out and put them away. For example, Sunday night dinner with the entire family there is not a good idea to show off the family jewels. Oh ya, and school yards are never an appropriate place to show them off!
Perhaps to itch the scratch that you have on wanting to whip out your balls to every Tom Dick and Jane, you should become a stripper or a hooker.
Problem solved.
Yours truly,
Sarcastica
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Well guys, that was the first ever Ask Sarcastica. Start sending in those questions and issues now for next weeks issue!
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12:27 pm |
It’s Raining Frogs
Well today was…entertaining, to say the least. I hung out with Fuzz and Peterpops today. I absolutely adore Peterpops - sober or intoxicated. She is the most random, funniest person I know.
Anyways, we didn’t do a whole heck of a lot. We bought some more banana rum so now it’s not gone, I hope Frog Prince doesn’t drink it again…since it really was all his fault. We played Rock Band for a while too, then Peterpops’ mom was due home so Fuzz and I left. Peterpops’ mom doesn’t really like me…so I feel uncomfortable being around her.
Fuzz came over for a bit since there wasn’t anything better to do, and we watched Sydney White and the Disney classic Beauty and the Beast. Fuzz actually liked both of those movies and sat through them. Heh.
I always feel so awkward whenever Fuzz comes over when my family is around because they always make things weird. Actually, everybody makes things weird when I hang out with Fuzz - everyone at the skiing weekend, my family, etc. It’s quite annoying and I’m not sure how to handle it. Fuzz is my friend, and I really don’t want any complications to our friendship…I’ve had many complicated friendships with other people before (Reaper, for example) and I don’t want things…well, complicated.
*Sigh*
It’s always so annoying that friendship can never stay as innocent friendships for long. B1 wants to know why I don’t just give Fuzz a chance; she would like to see us date…but you know when you just know something won’t work out? When you just know that something isn’t for you? No? Well I have that feeling, and I just know.
Remember that old saying? You’ve got to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince? Well, it’s definitely raining frogs…I just don’t feel like kissing them on account of I know they aren’t my prince.
Yes yes, I know that true beauty lies within, hello…I have seen Beauty and the Beast - it’s my all time favourite Disney movie! But the guys who are interested in me who I could go out with are good looking, I just don’t find that spark. You know, emotionally connection or whatever?
I guess you could say I have got my nose stuck in a book! (At least my nose isn’t stuck in the bottle of an alcoholic beverage…unlike Frog Prince).
Besides, the frogs I kiss turn out to be duds anyway.
P.S. I apologize for the complete randomness of this post, and I’m sorry it has absolutely no point at all. I’m just rambling…again…for some reason.
Please don’t forget to send in your questions or problems for my Ask Sarcastica weekly treat! I can’t do the post without the questions [or problems], so hurry up!
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9:37 pm |
Coming Soon: Ask Sarcastica
So my lovely pets, I have decided that I am going to do a weekly post called Ask Sarcastica. Once I week, I will answer any of your questions. Want to know how we play the Ask Sarcastica game?
It is simple really, send me your questions by clicking on “contact” (at the top of the header image) and I will answer them. If you want, you could even email me with a problem you are having and I will do my best to give you advice. Seriously, I’m really good at giving advice, and I love to answer questions - mostly because I do enjoy the limelight of actually being asked questioned.
So do it up, send me an email asking me whatever it is that you want to ask, or a problem that you have that you think I can help with. I’m going to aim to have the Ask Sarcastica up and running on Wednesday, since I want it to be a humpday treat - but I can’t do it without your emails!
I look forward to hearing from ya!
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12:04 am |
I couldn’t run fast enough so I got tagged
Vulgar Wizard tagged me in the Seven Random and/or Weird Facts meme. This meme works by you linking to the person who tagged you (which I already did) then posting the rules:
Share seven random and/or weird facts about yourself on your blog, tag 7 random [and or weird] people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
Alright, rules aside…here are my Seven Random and/or Weird Facts;
1. I tend to get even more sarcastic if I’m in pain. Since I have chronic pain, this makes me a very sarcastic person.
2. In grades 11 and 12 I had a crush on a teacher at my school, despite the fact that he was very dorky 
3. I absolutely can’t sing at all. I’m tone deaf.
4. I am very easily amused, and buying a plastic frog from the Dollarstore can give me years of amusement.
5. I really, really suck at drinking games.
6. I think it would be fun to mud wrestle.
7. I also think it would be fun to dance in a cage suspended over thousands of people. I won’t ever do it though because I am terrified of heights.
So that was my 7 things. I now tag: JD, NYCWD, Girl, Dislocated, Avitable, Poppy, Amanda, and Lemonade.
P.S. I found Frog Prince in my bag. Apparently he hopped in before I packed up. How odd, since I didn’t see him earlier. Oh well! He is found now!
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3:31 pm |
Why is the rum gone?
What an amazing weekend! I can’t believe how much fun I had at the ski resort! So many jokes and memories made! Admittedly, I was pretty sloshed for most of the weekend, but that’s alright. I am quite the riot!
For some reason unbeknown to me; I tend to swear a lot and get quite bitchy when I drink wine…so I am thinking next time I’ll have to leave the wine at home. My sarcastic quirky comments upset one of the other volunteers there, with whom I normally have a good friendship with. We constantly poke fun at each other and try to piss each other off - apparently I was finally successful. I suppose it wasn’t a good thing that I can’t remember exactly what I said to him…but I am really surprised he took me seriously. Online I tried to explain that I do tend to get feisty when the wine comes out - don’t know why, but it happens. I don’t know if I am forgiven. But honestly, I did warn everyone before I drank any wine that I will get sarcastic and to not take me seriously. I also said I am very easily annoyed when drunk. All this guy did was annoy me, intentionally. We had to share a room (don’t worry ma, he’s not into girls) and he was on the top bunk but he is also like 100 pounds heavier then me and I was nervous that I was going to get squished and he knew that so he was intentionally jumping on the already wobbly top bunk, so I freaked out. He is the most infuriating person I know because he is just a self serving asshole…after he skied this morning he had to come back and have another shower and took forever - holding us up when we wanted to leave. And those are only a few of the reasons why he annoyed me.
Anyways, aside from my little dispute with the one guy that didn’t actually happen until I came home and went online and he blew up at me, it was a good weekend. I am starting to really like John and I am beginning to see why everyone thinks that he’s amazing. His egotistic attitude will continue to annoy me though, but I think this year when I am a Summer Student I will have a lot more fun because I have finally learned how to like him. I’m also beginning to like his girlfriend, Sabs. We had quite the blast with Banana Rum and these lovely disguise glasses from the dollar store.
I was appointed the President of the “Itty Bitty Titty Committee” (also known as the IBTC) along with another girl by the entire crowd of people we were with - which is hilarious and we fully plan on making a Facebook group. And I also found my frog prince, but I lost him again 
I am actually quite dishearten by the fact that he is missing…the last time I saw my frog prince was this morning at breakfast. We had enjoyed a lovely night of drinking games and he directed me in how to play the popular card game Asshole. He spent the night on my pillow, and followed me upstairs and then went missing after breakfast. If anybody sees my frog prince, let me know!
(P.S. frog prince isn’t a real frog…just throwing that out there)
The 2 hour long car ride back to the rec group building was pretty annoying though (probably because the rum was long gone). Sabs brought up the whole me kissing Fuzz and the picture ending up on Facebook thing last night…and for the rest of the weekend that was all I heard about. Bossman is convinced I will marry Fuzz or something stupid like that, and when we were playing 20 Questions (a game that you think of an object and everyone asks 20 questions and then tries to guess what it is) they kept asking things like “is it a body part of Fuzz’s” etc. Quite annoying because I really don’t have those feelings for Fuzz…that kiss happened when I was sloshed and even then it was awkward. I see Fuzz as a good friend and I really just want to forget about the whole kissing thing…since it’s embarrassing. I uninvited him to the wedding and I am going solo because I really don’t want him getting the wrong impression, and weddings do make people “feel” things and I really don’t need that right now.
Anywho, jumping back to this morning… before we left all 8 of us got to talking about the rec group and all the changes we would like to see happen. Then John and I decided to make a volunteer based and driven fundraising committee that does not one but several fundraising events throughout the year. I will be secretary and he will most likely be the president since he’s good at handing out jobs. Our first unofficial meeting is 5pm Thursday before the 50s’ Dance - a dance that I am totally looking forward to cause Bossman’s girlfriend Fck (a nickname she earned after managing to successfully include the “f” word in everything she said this weekend - heh) is loaning me her poodle skirt! I’m going to look like I stepped out of the movie Grease! It’ll be awesome! We already have a lot of ideas for the fundraising committee. Hopefully we can find enough interested volunteers who want to help and actually show up. We’ve been having a lot of people saying that they are going to do stuff and then not showing up - like originally there were 28 volunteers going to the volunteer appreciation weekend and only 8 of us actually came.
On another note, JD is 19 this Thursday! All the gang is getting together for dinner and then she’s going clubbing. She’s also coming back into the blogging world and has started a new blog…although I’m not supposed to say anything for a while because she doesn’t think she has anything good to say but whatever. A blog isn’t meant to impress I must confess! Ya. Apparently not only am I considered to be one of the best teen bloggers (by the way, have you voted for me yet?), but I am also a poet. 
I guess you can have beauty, brains and personality…some people have all the luck!
Um…wow. Holy change of topics Batman. Apparently I have ADHD today…whatever. That was my weekend. Now it’s time to go catch up on all of your weekends!
P.S. Hello new readers, I heart you 
welcome to my random world of sarcastic craziness! I really do love new readers - and the old ones too of course!
EDIT: CRAP! I just realized that I completely overbooked myself this Thursday! WTF am I gonna do? I can’t cancel the first fundraising committee meeting, and I also can’t not show up because I’m the damn secretary and it’s my job to record minutes - but it’s JD’s birthday! And she’s 19! And both things are at exactly the same time!
Why is it that I have absolutely every day but Thursday free? How come everything must fall on the Thursday? UGH my life!
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11:51 pm |
Inked
[From the cell phone at the tattoo shop.]
[The picture that is now in the tattoo book]
This beautiful tattoo took roughly two hours to complete and it is on my stomach near my right hip. I am extremely proud to say that I didn’t cry once, my eyes didn’t even water! It did hurt like a mother bleeping bleep though. JD took some photos and videos of the tattoo process; but unfortunately she can’t get them up until sometime next week. Oh well, watching me make funny faces due to the pain will make for a lovely treat half way through next week!
Jimmy (the guy who did my tattoo) was amazing. Not only is he extremely talented, but he was a riot. He had Chelsee, JD and I laughing the entire time - not that laughing when someone is holding a tattoo gun to your skin is the greatest idea. The other guys in the tattoo shop were also hilarious - and very good looking too. I must say, I can think of a couple of reasons to get another tattoo at some point down the road!
Next time I will see if they can make my experience more…private though. I had no issue with most of the people who came in for piercings, but when Jimmy finally finished there were two middle aged men. One of them said to JD, Chelsee and I; “Do you’re parents know where you girls are?” and acted all surprised to hear that we were 18. Then he told Jimmy he wanted our faces tattooed on his back - ya. Weirdo. Anyways, if he hadn’t been in the room, the experience would have been perfect despite the agonizing pain, but that was just damn creepy!
I was extremely nervous about getting the tattoo, but I’m really glad I did it. Yes, it hurt basically the entire time he was working on it, but the pain was totally worth it. Some spots were more bearable then others, but I knew even as I sat there swearing inwardly about how stupid I was at the most painful parts that it was something I would live through and enjoy.
Yes, I am aware that this tattoo won’t look so grand after five kids (not that I’m planning on having five) but I don’t plan on having kids anytime soon. I do plan on showing it off during swim suit session though!
Some people have asked me, why the rose? Well it’s simple really, roses have always been my favourite flower; so it symbolizes a lot of things to me. Coming home from the hospital one year, I was pleased and surprised to see that my Granny had planted a rose bush for me in our front garden because she knew that I loved roses (it didn’t last the winter but whatever) so roses remind me of that gesture. Roses also remind me of my favourite childhood movie, Beauty and the Beast, and I have always considered myself most like Belle out of all of the other Disney characters. Belle and I see the inner beauty of people; and we both liked to read. Technically, we both fell for monsters too - only her monster turned out to be a good person on the inside, mine didn’t.
Anyways, there are several other reasons for the rose, but quite simply: I like it. I think Jimmy did an amazing job and I certainly don’t regret it. Sure, it was bigger then I pictured; but it still looks good!
The videos and pictures from the making of will be coming along shortly! I just couldn’t contain myself and had to do a little post on it today.
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1:33 am |
The Boobs are a Dangerous Weapon
This is Sponge Bob Square Pants. Isn’t he adorable? Don’t you just want to reach out and hug him? Once upon a time, I did want to reach out and hug Sponge Bob…and one time, I did. Hugging Sponge Bob that one time resulted in my now emotional issues with Sponge Bob Square Pants. If he is on TV, I will change the channel. While mini putting, I saw a key ring of Sponge Bob at the counter. I blushed and looked away. Sponge Bob makes me feel mortified and embarrassed every time I see him - be it a key ring or some guy dressed up as Sponge Bob or even the TV show.
Why do I feel so mortified every single time I see Sponge Bob? Well…there is a reason. I swear, I’m not making this up.
One year, I went with JD to Wonderland and we were in the kid’s section. Sponge Bob and Patrick where both there, hugging all the little kids. Yes, I know…I wasn’t exactly little…I was 16 or so. Anyways, I was just as excited to see Sponge Bob as all the kids, and I couldn’t contain that excitement as I raced towards him to hug him.
Of course, I wasn’t exactly doing the math and I failed to see that Sponge Bob’s eyes were in perfect line with my boobs. I also really didn’t think that my mad dash to Sponge Bob was going to be so difficult to slow down from. So, I accidentally ran into Sponge Bob - my arms wide open as if running into a hug - and my boobs made perfect impact with his beady little eyes. That’s right folks, I body chucked Sponge Bob with my boobs. Poor Sponge Bob stumbled backwards and almost fell to the ground. Luckily, Patrick was there to save the day.
Sponge Bob wouldn’t stand beside me or give me a hug for a photo session. Patrick had to. Sponge Bob kept running away from me.
So ya. Really embarrassing story that I thought I would share for some reason that is beyond my mental capability at this early hour of the morning.
T-minus 7 hours until ink time.
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11:56 am |
Stoked
I am excited for tomorrow because I am finally going to get my tattoo!! I have also finally decided on what I’m getting, so I’m excited about that too. I know it’s going to hurt a lot but I’m prepared for the pain! JD is going to come along with her camera and film it…plus I hope to bring mine.
Then this weekend it’s the volunteer ski weekend so I’m pumped about that. I get to see Bossman’s girlfriend and she’s awesome - we always get along great so we’ll have plenty to talk about. I’ll probably just chill out at the lodge since skiing really isn’t my thing. Bossman’s girlfriend isn’t planning on skiing either so it should be good times just hanging out!
I can’t wait to put up the video of me getting inked!
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Edit/Update: So like I’ve been nominated for Best Teen Weblog over at the 2008 Bloggies…huh? To be honest…I don’t really follow blog awards, so I was quite surprised to see that I actually was one of the finalists. Wow, this feels almost as awesome as the time that I was Miss Baltimore Queen…
Sorry…I’ve been watching Hairspray too much. But ya, this is awesome, isn’t it? Feel free to vote for me…if you want of course.
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3:40 pm |
My Uninteresting Interesting Life
I was kidnapped by my Granny yesterday this means I get to eat 3 meals a day…for a little while anyway, muhaha!
Unfortunately, it slipped my mind about all the stuff I need to do this week. I’m supposed to be helping Bossman and his girlfriend shop and get a hold of all the volunteers who are going skiing this weekend - uh ya, forgot about that? I need to be at the rec group building on Wednesday to receive the money people are chipping in for groceries and such.
And I promised a couple of my friends I would see a movie with them - two weeks ago. I still haven’t gotten around to that yet. I keep blowing them off - unintentionally of course. I still have to call Chops to see when I can get my tattoo now…and I have to help Granny make something for something too now.
On top of all that jazz, I received a phone call today. Chisel randomly decided to call me. I thought he was in jail or something, because last time I spoke to him that’s where he said he was going. Anyway, I threw in a bunch of shots about how I know he’s a coke head and all that jazz and basically said I don’t want anything to do with him because he’s going absolutely no where - and it’s true, he’s going nowhere fast and I’m going somewhere so I really don’t need a dead weight on my arm. Ya, I sure know how to pick them…
Anyway, I uninvited Gibby to the wedding I really didn’t want to but he’s hell bent on not dancing and when Gibby says he isn’t going to do something, he doesn’t do it. I really don’t want to sit down the entire time, nor do I want to feel guilty about leaving my date sitting down while I dance. Instead, I’m going with Fuzz. I know this is probably going to piss McPout off since I told her Gibby was coming, but oh well. I know that I’ll have a bit more fun with Fuzz since he’ll actually dance. Gibby won’t.
Plus it isn’t a good idea for me to entertain my crush on my best friend. If he goes, I’ll be hoping that he will magically fall in love with me and forget all about the girl he’s so deep into, then I will be bitterly disappointed when that doesn’t happen.
So it’s done, Fuzz is booking it off work. He’ll have more fun there then Gibby would anyway; Fuzz is easily amused and all that jazz.
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2:42 pm |
