Thursday, July 29, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
What better way to get to know me than reading my answers to some dumb survey, right?
THIS ONE IS STUPID... consider yourself warned,... I'll go track down another one later
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey
Name:
Amanda Sullivan. aka Mandy, Nelson, or Krocodile Tearz
Birthday:
Ground Hogs Day - Feb 2, 1981
Birthplace:
Boston, MA
Current Location:
I live in Brockton, MA.. in the hood.
Eye Color:
Blue
Hair Color:
Dark Brown, sometimes Black
Height:
5'7"
Right Handed or Left Handed:
Right
Your Heritage:
Irish.. w/ some Polish & English
The Shoes You Wore Today:
Shell Toes <3
Your Weakness:
what's that?
Your Fears:
Spiders
Your Perfect Pizza:
Vegatable
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:
This YEAR? pfft. I have 700 to do this week
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:
LOL .. lol. I know you're not really laughin out loud
Thoughts First Waking Up:
What day is it?
Your Best Physical Feature:
:) I'm a big fan of me. so I'll skip this one
Your Bedtime:
I believe I had a previous blog rant thought process re: sleeping
Your Most Missed Memory:
I don't usually stroll down that road
Pepsi or Coke:
Coke
MacDonalds or Burger King:
OMG.. BK. all day every day. lol
Single or Group Dates:
Dates? Ya that still goes on.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:
Either would be perfectly acceptable
Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate or Vanilla what?
Cappuccino or Coffee:
Whatever I feel like that day
Do you Smoke:
Uh.. No. lol. I smoke cigarettes when I'm bored. Gross I know
Do you Swear:
Like a truckdriver. We fuckin covered this shit already.
Do you Sing:
No. No I do not sing. It is the only thing i will never try & master cuz its really just that bad.
Do you Shower Daily: I Sure do. Sometimes more! yay, Gold star for me
Have you Been in Love:
Yup
Do you want to go to College:
I went already. I go again now. I want 700 degrees. I'd be a professional student if i could still pay bills that way
Do you want to get Married:
Not really. I might later but its nothing imperative to me
Do you belive in yourself:
Yup. If i don't why should anyone else?
Do you get Motion Sickness:
No
Do you think you are Attractive:
=) Big Fan. I mentioned this already. But I grew up ugly.. so I know why this is so important to people
Are you a Health Freak:
NO. lol
Do you get along with your Parents:
Uh.. yes? I mean, that's a loaded question. lol. My mother is a scorpio & annoying. We don't exactly "mesh" but it's not a feud situation either. My dad I get along with.. sometimes I baffle him I think though. lol.
Do you like Thunderstorms:
Yes.. actually I do... unless I have an event cuz they make people stay home lol
Do you play an Instrument:
No, not unless you count electronic DJ shit. I played the drums in 6th grade, but that was just to get out of science class on Fridays.
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:
I actually stopped drinking.. I haven't been drunk since May.. I have had 1-2 drinks on a very few occasions.. but that's all
In the past month have you Smoked:
A cigarette I have
In the past month have you been on Drugs:
No, contrary to popular belief.. I am naturally like this. If you're one of those people who think I'm lying.. I don't care.. Please continue to think & say whatever makes you happy
In the past month have you gone on a Date:
Uh,, yes. I guess I have. lol. As far as what I define as a "date" - A Non Nightclub, 1on1 activity... Public activity.. I don't mean booty call.. I don't do that. (sorry, I know that disappoints people)
In the past month have you gone to a Mall:
Yes.
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:
No.. not oreos.. other cookies, yes. (not that i don't <3 oreos, i just haven't eaten any lately)
In the past month have you eaten Sushi:
Yes
In the past month have you been on Stage:
HAHA Yes. I'm a hype master... I have to perform so to speak.
In the past month have you been Dumped:
No
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:
No. I don't skinny dip at all.
In the past month have you Stolen Anything:
No
Ever been Drunk:
Yes.
Ever been called a Tease:
Yes:) - Many times, actually. lol. However i think people don't really use the term correctly.. but that's fine. Nothing I really care about.
Ever been Beaten up:
Yes. I used to get my ass kicked all the time when I was young.. I've been jumped before (not a good time BTW) .. which is primarily why I am the psycho bitch I am today lol.. srsly tho
Ever Shoplifted:
Yes, My dad was King Policeman .. so I was Queen Juvenile Delinquent, of course.
How do you want to Die:
Something noteworthy, like for a good cause.. or at least worth remembering like i get eaten by an alligator
What do you want to be when you Grow Up:
Loaded question, again.. How about I tell you the only 3 things I want to be, yet are impossible.. cuz anything else I feel is attainable... # 1. A Vampire (which has NOTHING to do with the recent vampire popularity outbreak,. I've never even see true blood or.. whatever else is related to this common interest) # 2. The Italian Mafia Godfather. I'm not 100% Itailian.. I'm not Italian at all.. I'm immediately declined... so that idea is moot. # 3. A drag queen. We call simply this the Mandy Complex. I'm a girl that wants to be a guy so i can dress up like a girl. Whatever. I don't want a sex change op or anything though ... If I'm getting ANY surgery ... It will be a boob job. lol... Most likely later in life I'll get down w/ botox etc.... i won't ever want a penis tho.
What country would you most like to Visit:
My step brother lived in South Africa & said it changes your life... thats where I've always wanted to go visit
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color: I'm not gonna answer these ?'s cuz i think different things work for different people. Anything can be cool. You just have to OWN it. If you're a certain way just to impress people.. I'll see right through you. And its painfully unattractive to me
Favourite Hair Color:
Short or Long Hair:
Height:
Weight:
Best Clothing Style:
Not what you wear, but how u wear it. I rock whatever
Number of Drugs I have taken:
Let's just say I had a fun adolescence and move along
Number of CDs I own: CDs? I mean... I have a gigantic Music Library on iTunes if thats what u mean
Number of Piercings:
I've had 20+ piercings in my life.. but right now only 3 in my ear, my tongue & 1 side of my nose are still active
Number of Tattoos: 8.. but i have several more to come
Number of things in my Past I Regret:
Go to hell:)
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
BatSh8t Crazy
So... 5am I'm writing in my office & I see that there is a friggin' bat in my house.
Me, being the Hardcore thug bitch that I am, start screaming bloody murder. My useless cat, Whitey Bulger, is Deaf.. and asleep in the middle of the floor. I'm freaking out.. I tried to kick him.. He still won't wake his lazy ass up.
My friend, who was asleep in the spare bedroom (thank god), runs in & unplugs my computer.. Thinking I'm getting electrocuted. UGH.. The bat is zooming around his head, yet I can't form sentences at this point to tell him anything.. or at least anything that makes sense.
Now.. This thing was BIG. I actually thought it may have been a bird. Idk.. either way - NOT WELCOME. However, this wasn't exactly my ideal way for him to exit, either.
FINALLY.. He notices it... although I felt he didn't notice it quick enough.. Like he looked at it and it took him awhile to register what was going on.. I mean c'mon. Yes you were sleeping. But IT IS A BAT.. AND IT IS IN THE HOUSE.. FLYING RIGHT BY YOUR HEAD! He didn't have quite the same reaction as, sayyyy, ME =) ... wutevrrr.. STFU. it was SCARY.
He grabs a blanket and catches it in one toss.. [lucky throw]
I almost can breathe.. and my shouting, while not completely coming to a halt, is yet significantly reduced to a whimper... as he goes to find a container or whatever...
Then, The Rifleman enters the scene, my other cat (who i usually call Alfy - idk where that came from, but ya, thats what i call him).. it's so lovely how my cats are always right on time to not be of any service to me what-so-ever...
Oh.. Shit.. Wait. Alfy did do something.. I forgot.
As I am trying to get my heart started again... my wonderful CAT... tries to get underneath the BLANKET to see what's going on... ya know, since he missed it all.... And he, Ultimately, lets the damn Bat loose... and at this point I am still unclear as to what the hell it is.. A bird, bat,.. Helicopter for all I know. But yes. The Cat.. Let the Bat out of the Bag. :/ ..that was lame, sorry. Lol.
Then.. UGHHGHG... Then this poor bastard bat smacks right into the ceiling fan.. The turned ON ceiling fan.. GROSS. I'm getting the heebie jeebies just thinking about it.
So ya the shit literally hits the fan.. It sounds like a baseball bat (no pun intended this time, I swear lol).. I see blood splatter as this thing gets delivered right over to me... and slides right in front of me... ok I now know that it is, indeed, A BAT. Have I stopped screaming yet? No, not for a second.. I have not once stopped my screaming.. So you can imagine how bad things escalated, when its RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, bleeding, Flopping All Over the Place... I don't know how bad its hurt... so I have mixed feelings of pity for him and sheer terror.... Mostly terror.
So, my current position is under my desk, using my laptop as a shield... like, good move using a the crazy expensive piece of machinery that I just got last week as a barrier of sorts.
Whitey's up now, of course,,.. All the hard work is done, so he just wants to take the credit.. But Whitey's no dumb ass. This thing is so big that he's kind of doubting that he even wants to fuck with it... Alfy isn't.. He is all about it. Every time he takes I swat at it, I (take a wild guess) scream louder.. And since this cat isn't deaf, just neurotic, he keeps looking at me like WTF.
Now my friend comes over and hits it with my shoe.... MY SHOE... [note: this is the only time I truly stopped my horror movie yowling].. And say "My shoe? WTF." lol. So after I get the death look, he goes and gets something else..... I resume my shrieking.
Then I remember thinking that perhaps I should not have said anything about the shoe... as he walks back in with my tennis racquet.
OMG and this thing would not die either. You have no idea. I saw and heard things... that will haunt me for the rest of my days. I AM TRAUMATIZED.
I now have a new respect for the phases "BATSHIT CRAZY" and "THE SHIT HIT THE FAN"
..And NO, I do not have a voice left.. In case you were wondering.
Me, being the Hardcore thug bitch that I am, start screaming bloody murder. My useless cat, Whitey Bulger, is Deaf.. and asleep in the middle of the floor. I'm freaking out.. I tried to kick him.. He still won't wake his lazy ass up.
My friend, who was asleep in the spare bedroom (thank god), runs in & unplugs my computer.. Thinking I'm getting electrocuted. UGH.. The bat is zooming around his head, yet I can't form sentences at this point to tell him anything.. or at least anything that makes sense.
Now.. This thing was BIG. I actually thought it may have been a bird. Idk.. either way - NOT WELCOME. However, this wasn't exactly my ideal way for him to exit, either.
FINALLY.. He notices it... although I felt he didn't notice it quick enough.. Like he looked at it and it took him awhile to register what was going on.. I mean c'mon. Yes you were sleeping. But IT IS A BAT.. AND IT IS IN THE HOUSE.. FLYING RIGHT BY YOUR HEAD! He didn't have quite the same reaction as, sayyyy, ME =) ... wutevrrr.. STFU. it was SCARY.
He grabs a blanket and catches it in one toss.. [lucky throw]
I almost can breathe.. and my shouting, while not completely coming to a halt, is yet significantly reduced to a whimper... as he goes to find a container or whatever...
Then, The Rifleman enters the scene, my other cat (who i usually call Alfy - idk where that came from, but ya, thats what i call him).. it's so lovely how my cats are always right on time to not be of any service to me what-so-ever...
Oh.. Shit.. Wait. Alfy did do something.. I forgot.
As I am trying to get my heart started again... my wonderful CAT... tries to get underneath the BLANKET to see what's going on... ya know, since he missed it all.... And he, Ultimately, lets the damn Bat loose... and at this point I am still unclear as to what the hell it is.. A bird, bat,.. Helicopter for all I know. But yes. The Cat.. Let the Bat out of the Bag. :/ ..that was lame, sorry. Lol.
Then.. UGHHGHG... Then this poor bastard bat smacks right into the ceiling fan.. The turned ON ceiling fan.. GROSS. I'm getting the heebie jeebies just thinking about it.
So ya the shit literally hits the fan.. It sounds like a baseball bat (no pun intended this time, I swear lol).. I see blood splatter as this thing gets delivered right over to me... and slides right in front of me... ok I now know that it is, indeed, A BAT. Have I stopped screaming yet? No, not for a second.. I have not once stopped my screaming.. So you can imagine how bad things escalated, when its RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, bleeding, Flopping All Over the Place... I don't know how bad its hurt... so I have mixed feelings of pity for him and sheer terror.... Mostly terror.
So, my current position is under my desk, using my laptop as a shield... like, good move using a the crazy expensive piece of machinery that I just got last week as a barrier of sorts.
Whitey's up now, of course,,.. All the hard work is done, so he just wants to take the credit.. But Whitey's no dumb ass. This thing is so big that he's kind of doubting that he even wants to fuck with it... Alfy isn't.. He is all about it. Every time he takes I swat at it, I (take a wild guess) scream louder.. And since this cat isn't deaf, just neurotic, he keeps looking at me like WTF.
Now my friend comes over and hits it with my shoe.... MY SHOE... [note: this is the only time I truly stopped my horror movie yowling].. And say "My shoe? WTF." lol. So after I get the death look, he goes and gets something else..... I resume my shrieking.
Then I remember thinking that perhaps I should not have said anything about the shoe... as he walks back in with my tennis racquet.
OMG and this thing would not die either. You have no idea. I saw and heard things... that will haunt me for the rest of my days. I AM TRAUMATIZED.
I now have a new respect for the phases "BATSHIT CRAZY" and "THE SHIT HIT THE FAN"
..And NO, I do not have a voice left.. In case you were wondering.
No Sleep This Weekend :/ FML
Well.. I have weird sleeping patterns to begin with.. I like to binge sleep. lol. I don't know if there are other people out there that do this or not (on purpose) .. But I do. I think sleeping is a waste of time. You can sleep when you're dead.
That's my feelings about it anyway.
If I sleep a lot, like more than I need... I wake up exhausted. So fuck sleep. lol. If I can sleep 2-3 week & get it out of the way I will.
Like this weekend.. My schedule is just flat out retarded. I don't get one break from friday night until monday morning. I have 11 different places I need to be.. And I WILL make them all. As long as I don't get more than 3hrs in between anything (because then i'll fall asleep & never wake up to keep the rest of my schedule).. I should be good.
I don't know how many costume changes to bring.. I'm not sure when, or how many times, i'll be home.. Probably just after therapy in RI at 7am on sunday, before I go to ocean club at noon.
Both venues are closer to my house than anywhere in boston.. I guess I should plan to have people come here I guess..
Well anyways.. I usually go out every night to 6-7 places .. Lol .. But due to my weekend schedule.. F that. I went out sunday.. Stayed in last night (I was in like a coma all day yesterday lol) and i'm gonna stay in until friday night.
I'll be straight, i'm like a squirrel w/his food. Lol. I'm just storing up my sleep.
My only concern is my mood lol. hopefully I wont be grumpy at ocean club.. And sometimes I blow right through grumpy into goofy... I hate that one the most lol. dead sober yet super retarded. Once i pretended i was drinking.. i mean, they wouldn't have believed me if i said i wasn't anyway
My favorite mood I go into is 'Smug" ..Lol. but I think this is a whole other blog .. Completely lol.
i don't have multiple personalities or anything.. i just have one personality.. but it has a bunch of remixes out. ;)
That's my feelings about it anyway.
If I sleep a lot, like more than I need... I wake up exhausted. So fuck sleep. lol. If I can sleep 2-3 week & get it out of the way I will.
Like this weekend.. My schedule is just flat out retarded. I don't get one break from friday night until monday morning. I have 11 different places I need to be.. And I WILL make them all. As long as I don't get more than 3hrs in between anything (because then i'll fall asleep & never wake up to keep the rest of my schedule).. I should be good.
I don't know how many costume changes to bring.. I'm not sure when, or how many times, i'll be home.. Probably just after therapy in RI at 7am on sunday, before I go to ocean club at noon.
Both venues are closer to my house than anywhere in boston.. I guess I should plan to have people come here I guess..
Well anyways.. I usually go out every night to 6-7 places .. Lol .. But due to my weekend schedule.. F that. I went out sunday.. Stayed in last night (I was in like a coma all day yesterday lol) and i'm gonna stay in until friday night.
I'll be straight, i'm like a squirrel w/his food. Lol. I'm just storing up my sleep.
My only concern is my mood lol. hopefully I wont be grumpy at ocean club.. And sometimes I blow right through grumpy into goofy... I hate that one the most lol. dead sober yet super retarded. Once i pretended i was drinking.. i mean, they wouldn't have believed me if i said i wasn't anyway
My favorite mood I go into is 'Smug" ..Lol. but I think this is a whole other blog .. Completely lol.
i don't have multiple personalities or anything.. i just have one personality.. but it has a bunch of remixes out. ;)
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