So. I had the weirdest revelation today (don't laugh). Like, seriously, I'm not entirely sure why this hasn't crossed my mind before. Well, I like to own books that I like. I also like to read large series. I also prefer to buy them used, if at all possible (really now, why spend upwards of $9 on a book, when you can usually find it between $1-3?). Although, this often leads to a bit of 'questing' to find something used.

Well, of late, I've been pretty poor, but have managed to scrape together quarters here and there, or get as gifts, many of the books I've been reading. However, I find myself at an impasse. Against my usual protocols, I started reading this huge series - The Sword of Truth - before I owned the whole thing. Bad plan. The series was good, and I have flown through the first seven books. But, 8-11 seem to not be ANYwhere used, and I REALLY don't have the money for them used. And I want to read them. Soon. .... when suddenly the realization hit me:

I bet the LIBRARY has them. *shockandawe*

Yeah. I know. D'uh. But really, I can't remember the last time I got something at the library for a random read. Usually, I pick those up at used book stores and take my chances. AND, I even figured out that our little library has their whole catalog ONLINE and SEARCHABLE! (eee!), so I verified that they do, in fact, have the whole series... and better yet, they're all IN!. Guess where I'm going tomorrow? hehehe.... although, admittedly, this is a stop-gap measure (I can't own seven books of the series, and not the last few)... but, at least I'll get to finish the story! HA! (yes. This is where you end up if you don't finish college. Be warned, children!)


Anyway. That brilliance aside, as I was making dinner tonight, I pulled another amazing feat... in my haste to get everything done, I left the pan handle hanging over the burner in front of it (which I had *just* turned off)... THEN, I grabbed the pan handle, resulting in a REALLY nasty burn of my left hand (because a lot of our handles are metal, or mostly metal)... basically my whole first finger and thumb (and all of the palm in between) took the brunt of the ouchiness, with a smattering of burning onto my middle finger. AWESOME. I've been holding ice packs all night. Thankfully, I seem to have warded off any blistering... although, there is a suspicious spot that looks... angry.

In other news... there still is no other news. I went to Arick's (Kasey's younger bro) 21st Birthday shindig at Mulligan's on Saturday. I must admit, I was *really* nice to see everyone. I've felt like I've been in such an isolation bubble of late, I hardly know what to do with myself. But, Saturday provided a lot of hugs and updates on Life, as well as a few free drinks (Yay! Erin and Holly!), some dancing and a good 'ol fashion good time. I can't say it was completely drama-free (but hey, when is it ever?), but nothing too bad (*sigh*... Dominic.). I'm also really looking forward to having a job, because I think the Plude ladies are a good addition to the fun-crowd... definitely looking forward to a girls night at the bar, sometime.

And so... with that... I leave you. I'm off to go dig up some recipes for tomorrow's dinner (Chorizo soup and crusty bread - all homemade. YUM!)... I think Holly's coming over, too.

OH, wait, there is some random/good news... Apparently, my dad is having a guilty moment, because he just offered to pay my payments for The Rock Boat, until I get a job. AWESOME. I was really thinking (and like 2 days away from doing) I was going to have to cancel my reservations... Bleh. That would've sucked.

So, randomness, in addition to some favorites, it was just announced that Hanson is going to be on the boat. Yes. Hanson of "ummmm... Bop!" fame... Although, they've come a long way since then - listening to some of their new stuff, they have a much more 'mature' sound (how could they not!?)... but, whether they are Rock Boat material... we shall see. Interesting, nonetheless.

Tags: book, boy horde, cooking, fiasco, library, new recipe, party, terry goodkind, the rock boat, the sword of truth, trb ix
You might find me at: Montpelier, VT
I'm feeling...: exanimate
I'm rockin' out to:: Anthem, Pt.2 - Blink 182

My oh My, dear LJ.

So. Friday night... Kellen's Birthday. Turns out everyone and their mother from my usual crew is headed out, I invite a bunch of fun people from work that wanna go party... and it begins. To GUSTOS! Is the word on the street... So, armed with my party attitude and a bunch of cash (thank GOD for housesitting!), I descend upon Barre.

The party was raucous, as usual... cries of "Shots at the Bar!" were heard frequently, along with "You SUCK at Buckhunter!" ... AND, I am happy to report, all the friend-groups (and random people that everyone sucked in) all got along AND introduced themselves. Good times.

And then, things began to get *really* interesting.

Kase and Kellen decide that Mulligans ( a few blocks down the road) is the place to be, around midnight, because apparently THEY have a DJ. Okay! Says we and Krista (friend from work) and I, round up our driver (new co-worker, Brandy), and lead the caravan to Mulligans. WHERE, our driver promptly informs us that she's headed home, and pretty much leaves us on the curb @ Mulligans. Sweet. We have no car between us, and even if we did, we CERTAINLY couldn't have driven it. TiM! to the rescue, thank god. Alright, problem conquered, back to the debauchery. So, the shots keep flowing (Tequila. Ew. DAMN YOU KASEY!), everyone's laughing, having a good time, and dancing, etc. Wooohoo.

Then. Things begin to get spotty. Apparently, we closed the bar and headed to Drunkin' Donuts. Where, I was starving, but couldn't even figure out what to order... and started feeling a little off. Like, sitting at the table, talking to Tim, and I couldn't make his face stay focused, or could I sit without starting to pass out. Just wicked drunk, I think to myself, right? ... But, ragingly unlike me (who has EVER seen me pass out like that, even after practically entire bottles of booze?!), particularly because Krista, who is like half my size, had drank just as much, was doing just "fine." (it seemed.). Apparently, Tim got us in his car (I have no idea), and brought me and Krista to my Mom's for the night, where getting out of the car, and getting the key in the door was SO HARD. Not even like, I'm drunk, it's hard... but like I couldn't concentrate on what I needed to do to get the door open. Five minutes later (it seemed), Krista and I were in... I showed her the futon, and I passed the fuck out on the couch. Apparently, my Mom was up and talked to us at this juncture. I have no idea.

Anyway, Somewhere around 7am, my Mom wakes me up to tell me that Becky has been trying to reach me, and finally reached my mom... BECAUSE - Krista had apparently gotten up in the middle of the night, put my jacket on (with my ID and bankcard), no shoes, and wandered around East Barre in the pouring rain, had no idea where she was, what had happened, etc. Luckily, two women had picked her up and brought her to the police station, where she was then taken to the hospital.
So, my Mom's trying to tell me all this, and asking me to tell her in chronological order what'd happened, etc. and I can't seem to catch one thought at a time. My head felt like it wasn't even part of my body... it was ridiculous - I've never felt that way in my whole life.

So, we're still waiting for the results of the tox screens, but supposedly, at some point in the evening, Krista was given(slipped!) some sort of drug... AND, because smart as I am, I was drinking off her drinks and vice versa all night long. Thankfully, that meant I didn't have nearly as much of whatever it was as she did... but enough to make me feel very strange for a large majority of Saturday.
The good news is, We're okay. Krista is back to normal, my head is reattached, and all is well. The cops are going to notify the bars, etc... but how weird. When could something have happened? Whooo knows. I know *I* was really good about watching my drinks, and I'm assuming she was as well... but, I guess any thing's possible. Thank god we were there with SO many people... It's kind of like having a small army at your back, at all times.

But. Yeah. So, there's an experience. What sucks is that it was an AWESOME evening, other than that whole thing. hahaha... Like, I was really having an awesome time, and probably wouldn't have even been that hungover the next day, otherwise. DAMN YOU creepy Barre person that did this!

Anyway. My Dad's gone to Cali for the week with the Woman of the Moment... and I get the house to myself. I borrowed my dog from my Mom last night, to have with me here - it made me feel a little safer... weird how even though I'm okay, I still feel... vulnerable? Like, *I* was so careful, how did I get involved in all that?

But, today, was a nice chill day, hanging out... gaming with Holly this evening and what not... It is unfortunate that I have to work tomorrow. I am REALLY not looking forward to that. Bleh. C'mon new job! I swear, someone REALLY needs to give me a new job, before I have to kill someone at the current one. Bleh bleh bleh.

Alright. I will stop babbling. But, geesh, for once, I had something to babble about. (must've been a nice change of pace for you, dear reader!)...

To sleep! (perchance to dream?)

Tags: bars, boy horde, drugs, nsm, partying
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I'm feeling...: sleepy
I'm rockin' out to:: Crazy Bitch - Buckcherry