tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78005501180097922182024-03-05T10:14:07.595-06:00Still Rambling. No longer Twenty-SomethingAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12253563812418314893noreply@blogger.comBlogger191125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800550118009792218.post-57631332147551035052012-11-01T12:35:00.000-05:002012-11-01T12:35:00.455-05:00Songs I get stuck in my Head Volume 1.So here we go folks, a new type of post. It's a another music thing, but I'll do it anyway.<br />
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This song is one that plays at work alot, I've heard it in movies, in my car...everywhere and ultimately it ends up in my head for days.<br />
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With that, I think I'll go to Boston where no one knows my name<br />
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I have been listening to different kinds of music lately, and had the realization that I'm going soft. I don't particularly see this as a negative thing, but it's an odd change to have slap me in the face.<br />
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Yes, I still listen to my badass metal, but recently I've been driving down the interstate singing along with the likes of Mumford and Sons and Fun. (do I put another period since their name is actually "Fun."?) Oh well, I'm just turned "29" for the first time and maybe that's what happens. You get older and mellow out a bit. Either way, I'm determined not to be ashamed of my new easy listening sing-alongs, but rather embrace them with the windows down and my hair a blowin'.<br />
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So a while back I got lucky enough to meet a wonderful man with an equally wonderful little girl. I have fallen head over heels for both of them. After having two sons of my own, I never realized how nice having a little girl might be until Laci came into my life. Today this little lady turns seven and although I've not had the opportunity to spend a birthday with her yet, I look forward to many, many more to come.<br />
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Happy Birthday, Laci! I love you sweet girl.<br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://feedburner.google.com/fb/a/mailverify?uri=feedburner/XWUH&loc=en_US">Subscribe to Almost Incoherent Ramblings of a Twenty-something by Email</a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12253563812418314893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800550118009792218.post-91353335693205335092012-05-15T10:10:00.000-05:002012-05-15T10:10:00.092-05:00Nightmare on Elm Street (1984)A classic horror movie, not to mention, a young Johnny Depp, you can't possibly go wrong. The cause of many bad dreams for so many 80s kids...<br />
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Ahh the memories of crawling into my Mom's bed and staring at the ceiling waiting for Freddy to slash through it and attack me.<br />
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I don't think this movie got promoted as well as it should. Some of you may not even have heard of it. It is insanely dark and creepy. Angela Bettis may be just the weirdest woman to even be on screen. She reminds me of myself in certain ways and I love her for it. If you get the chance, watch this one.<br />
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This was Dario Argento's episode of Masters of Horror. He is known for his visual and ominous terror in film and this is a great example of just that. He is one of those story tellers that allows your imagination to be what scares you the most, which I really appreciate.<br />
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I've come to the conclusion he was put here by Satan. This is proof. What can't he do?<br />
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I really loved this show. It was simple like most things from my youth. I even still call my friend Patti Mayonnaise because of this. Jason randomly sang the theme song a few days ago and brought back so many memories that I thought this would be a good "Way Back Wednesday" post. If you remember this show, feel free to leave me a comment below. Happy Wednesday, Guys!<br />
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This weeks Terror Tuesday is another from my childhood. I'm sure I've seen this at least a dozen times though I'm not sure why. Not the greatest film, but it started so many rumors and myths about oujia boards and dead folks. I took those myths into my teens and remember quite a few nights spent terrified that my friends and I unleashed hell upon my bedroom. Overactive imaginations or not, this movie is the cause of most of it.<br />
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I was listening to my boyfriend's band practice last weekend and they started playing this song. I can't seem to stop listening to it now. I guess it's time for dark hair, black clothes (what I wear to work every day anyway) and reverting back to my more typical "Angela" look. Bye bye blonde, Hello Evil!<br />
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Also, I've been thinking of getting a new tattoo. Just so happens to be the same spider tattoo as the late Peter Steele. Leave me a comment to let me know what you guys think. Oh, and ladies who are fans of Type O Neg, you can find his Playgirl Photos online. (That's what this is from)<br />
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I had all but forgotten this movie until I came across it recently. It basically details how Mary Shelly and Lord Byron got the ideas for their chilling tales way back when. Being a lover of literature and written horror stories, this was a favorite movie of mine when I was a child. I might have been a little dark and twisted even then. It may be a little hard to find, but if you see it, watch it.<br />
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This past Friday the 13th marked my second with Jason. Things are going pretty well and as far as I can tell, show no signs of slowing down. I haven't posted on matters of the heart in a bit, so I guess it's time.<br />
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So This last Friday, which was once again Friday the 13th, I was hanging out with Jason at what will be my house in a few weeks. We decided food was in order and made the usual trip to the store. Driving into the parking lot we saw a sign that said "Free Puppies" so we stopped to take a look. I've been looking for an Australian Sheppard mix for a while now, but couldn't see spending tons of money on a dog so I've all but given up hope. Until they said these were indeed part Australian Sheppard. Being a girl, I immediately looked at Jason with questioning eyes, to which he just said a simple... "yes". So we did our shopping and bought stuff for our new puppy. I was ecstatic as was his daughter, Laci.<br />
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<br />I love you so very, very much! I want you to always know what a great son you are and how much you mean to me.<br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://feedburner.google.com/fb/a/mailverify?uri=feedburner/XWUH&loc=en_US">Subscribe to Almost Incoherent Ramblings of a Twenty-something by Email</a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12253563812418314893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800550118009792218.post-47422591094118603732012-03-14T10:33:00.000-05:002012-03-14T10:33:00.429-05:0099 Problems- JayZ (2004)It's not from WAY WAY back, but 2004 was a while ago. I woke up with this in my head. Thought I'd share. :D
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From the time she was born, I adored having a younger sibling. She unfortunately was put on this Earth to make my life a living hell from the ages of 5-18. She fought me at every possibly chance. Busted my lip four times during a two year span. I have countless scars from her tantrums and probably could have died on more than one occasion from her violent tendencies. </div>
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One holiday when we were visiting our dad's, he let us watch Child's Play. (See where this is going?) Now, I must have been around 8, which would have made Amanda about 3 or so. It had gotten really late and we all went to bed for the night. A few hours later, I am startled back to reality from a nice, deep sleep to someone short grabbing my foot. All I can see is short, bright red hair...grabbing me. It's screaming at me and I'm screaming back. Chucky has gotten me and no one is coming to save me! This is it...I'm done for. </div>
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Yes, I'm serious. My roommate/cousin/all around good guy has decided to run for Congress. I'm going to support him any way possible.<br />
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"I am 26 years old. I am running as an independent. My political philosophies come from, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, Federic Bastiat, Thomas Paine and many others who believe in the rights of man given to them by their Creator. I spend most of my free time studying law, The Constitution, history, and economics. I am not a professed expert on any of these things, but I do believe myself to be proficient and more knowledgeable than most on these topics, certainly more then most of the bureaucrats in Washington who are ruining our country." -Damon Stahl<div>
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I have never feared these movies. Mostly because if I was "good" I was safe, this appealed to me from a young age. I had dreams of Pinhead, but unlike most children of the time, mine were of him having tea parties with me and protecting me from "bad guys". I must have been about five the first time I watched this movie. Looking back, I realize...I had awesome parents. Who the hell lets there five year old watch Hellraiser?<br />
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So as many of you may or may not know, I have spent the last two years working in a mall. It's had some really great moments, some bad ones too, but here are a few pictures from my time there. It will be missed and I will be back to visit, only not during the holidays...I really hated that!<br />
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When all is said and done, I met some of the greatest friends I've ever known. Some of them have moved on since I started working here, some are still sucked into the hole that is Villiage Mall. Either way, I love you guys and miss you already.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://feedburner.google.com/fb/a/mailverify?uri=feedburner/XWUH&loc=en_US">Subscribe to Almost Incoherent Ramblings of a Twenty-something by Email</a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12253563812418314893noreply@blogger.com1Auburn, AL, USA32.6098566 -85.480782532.5028521 -85.638711 32.7168611 -85.322854tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800550118009792218.post-31745269283462197182012-03-01T13:33:00.001-06:002012-03-01T13:33:35.858-06:00The Pretty Reckless- Make Me Wanna Die<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've previously stated my love of all things Taylor Momsen. She is what I wanted to be at her age and maybe even a little now. Oh, Cindy Lou....<br />
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<br /> I love you, Sean. More than a silly blog post could ever tell you. And today, I hope that your wishes all come true!<br />
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I'm pretty sure this was the second cd I ever bought on my own. The first of which was actually TLC.<br />
I can try to deny it, forget it, or act like I don't belt this song at the top of my lungs when no one is around, but who am I kidding?<br />
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I love them in general. I could do nothing but Bon Jovi WBW posts for the next year of Wednesdays and still wouldn't get all of my favorites.<br />
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Yep, That's right...Batman, Transformers and my favorite goodies. Followed up with Faderade and video games and dinner. Definitely a very memorable week to say the least. </div>
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