On the phone with I guess a past acquaintance...

Conversation with the High School Guidance Secretary:

GS: Hello
Me: Hi.. How do I get my transcript sent to me...??
GS: Last name
Me: ****
GS: First name
Me: ********
GS: Date of birth
Me: 12/20/81 (future reference for birthday presents)
GS: What year did you graduate?
Me: ** (don't wanna sound old)
GS: Where do you want me to send this?
Me: My address is *** _____ place, in buffalo.. 14***
GS: Am I sending this to you??
Me: Yes...
GS: OK.. But if I send this to you, you can't open it.
Me: Ummmmm
GS: If I send this to you and you open it, they won't accept it..
Me: Umm... Ok I won't open it... I promise...
GS: HAHA ok...
Me: oh my god thank you so much (And still remember.. I'm not even that gay)(It's just my phone voice....)
GS: oh your welcome...

You just gotta know how to talk to people... =P

Lost and Found

After weeks of racking my brain to try to remember if I knew what the knob was that went missing when someone broke into my car I finally remembered... The dimmer knob that lets me turn up and down the brightness on my dash... No need to worry.. I turned it up all the way before the swarthy immigrant ran off with it... If your quiet.. it will come...

An "oh my god is this really happening" moment.... and the atmosphere...

I've had those moments... Ok so I have them a lot. Not so much in the sense that "Oh my god we're gonna crash.." or the "oh my god I just won a million dollars." But sometimes it happens with just a gasp and then me realizing it's not really as great an epiphany as I at first thought. Perfect example... "*gasp* It'd be a great to go to the movies on Tuesday. No wait.. It's really short notice and someone's probably not gonna be able to come... oh well." But this time.. It was a really big thing. I'm sitting in the livingroom and we're (me and my roommates) are watching tv and I decide... "Hey.. let's see if I got any good late night emails." *it happens* We're gonna back it up just a scoche... I have no idea how to spell that... spell check says it's wrong but if you could see the look on my face you would be able to tell how much I care.. Anyway.. So I decide I'd like to go back to school. Where to begin??? Well 2 majors come up right away... I could go back for what I originally went to school for which was acting. But, as in previous posts, I'm musically inclined and love getting good attention so option 2 was Music Performance. Back in the day I enjoyed going to UB because there was such a vast array of people. There was a good chance that if I'd gone a different route that day and happened to stumble upon you.. I wouldn't ever see you again. The amount of people at that school was crazy. And I know what you're thinking and yes I am a people watcher. I love being in crowds and just watching people. So I start to think that ECC wasn't the choice for me but I needed a jumping off point to get to a school that may tickle my fancy aka Buff State. It's by no means nearly as big as UB but I'd been around campus a few times and like the atmosphere. So naturally I go online and get a school catalog mailed to me and as I open the book a big description of what I thought my life calling could be was staring me in the face. PHOTOGRAPHY... back at UB I was friends with a girl that was a Photography major and though she did like photography I didn't get a feeling of fulfillment. After simmering with that for a bit I've come to the conclusion I could make that option 4. So I need a jumping off point.. don't worry.. we're getting to the "oh my god..." moment. I say I a lot.... whatevs... Ok so I think going to ECC would be a good start.. my jumping off point... I was looking at Char's (a co-worker/best friend) course catalog and something popped out to me. Automotive... Let's get one thing straight first... I don't like to get dirty or sweaty... I don't... But I love the feeling of accomplishment. I love the feeling that I've fixed something with my own two hands. I get that feeling when I get rid of the viruses on our computer at home. haha... On the camping trip this past weekend I got both dirty and sweaty and it didn't bother me. Well it bothered me to think I might start to smell... But quickly realized I didn't care. I truly and honestly believe I might be really good at this. Is it permanent..?? Who knows... I know how I'd look at someone like me and think ok whatever. But the fact remains that I already believe I'd be really good at this and might actually enjoy it and it's being fueled by the reaction I've gotten being paired with the underlying tone of "yeah right," is almost stamping an approved sign on my decision. If I don't like automotive or it just isn't me then who cares.. I've got all the time in the world. At least believe in me... That's all... So I'm close to having my application complete and I'm months away from starting school. So the "oh my god" moment came when I do a late night check of the elusive email and receive a message from New York State Higher Education that upon reviewing my application for financial aid I am eligible. *GASP* OH MY GOD!!!! hahaha A second chance and a million options... Now if only my dating life could send me emails on my application I'd be set... haha... I know.. ungrateful. haha... But seriously... If even for one second I can really value this opportunity (life, school, etc...) for what it is.. then I will have valued it more than my previous experience. I don't feel that opportunities are few and far between... I just gotta look a little harder and be a little more positive (with a little help, that is). And for those that believe in me (and even those who don't).... Good night...

Love Always... Randy

ROAD TRIP!!!!

Ok so I'm not the best at not getting my way.. I'll totally admit that. So we decide to leave Thursday and I find out we're not leaving Thursday and will leave Friday night instead. What happened?? I threw a little tantrum and stayed up til 5 and watched tv and played on the internet and ate hummus and a pita. Did I need to do that?? maybe.. For the lesson, at least. Anyway, we leave Friday night and start off at Walmart in Springville at almost 11 at night. We took forever to decide what we're going to have for dinner but go back to the original plan of having steak for dinner our first night at the cabin. So steak, green beans, and pasta roni for dinner. The next morning we get up to be at Allegheny state park ASAP. We get up and we head to Salamanca to have breakfast which we did. The little diner we stopped at was great. It kind of reminded me of a little diner in Buffalo on Kenmore. JJ's... They have good breakfasts and they're cheap. Well anway I had a ham breakfast with 2 eggs over easy, and potatoes.. I also decided to have pancakes but the waitress said it was too much so I split it with one of my friends. OMG... the first night we got there and something came up on the porch and pushed the front door open. It was kinda funny only because there was one that was totally freaked out and wouldn't stop talking about it and every 10 seconds would gasp and say "did you hear that?" So we make it to the park (and i'm going to keep this as short as possible only cuz it's late and I have to work in the morning.) and start off at stone tower... it was kinda cool. It was cooler to read all the things that people spray painted on the walls. So we leave there and decide to go on a "small" hike and someone heard about bear caves. I found it on the map and we head there. It was totally more fun than I thought it was going to be. I'd been hiking as a kid and it was really more of a nature walk. Not that this hike was hardcore but it was still fun. We found some of the caves and met some semi-interesting people to talk to on the way. We actually went into 2 of the caves and on the way out of one I slightly injured myself. eh.. it happens. We leave and head to the beach and we were there about an hour or so. There was a grill right on the beach to we stopped and had burgers and hot dogs, and cantaloupe and watermelon. We leave the beach and head back to the cabin to get washed up and head to another friends house for a fire and s'mores. We didn't stay long.. only cuz it started raining. We headed back to the cabin with 2 more friends.. total of six now and we played dice and hung out. OH... I also forgot to mention that the room of the cabin we stayed in had bunk beds. I almost got stuck staying in the other room because I snore... sometimes kinda loud but I do. But I add the disclaimer that when I'm in a weird place sometimes I don't sleep as well and might not snore. Then after the thing pushed the door open the first night there was no way I was sleeping alone in that room. I didn't snore... Ok so last morning we're there and we sleep in and have breakfast.. well it was a really late breakfast.. ok so it was breakfast but we had it for lunch. We didn't start cooking til noon and didn't actually eat until almost 2. But we cooked 2 pounds of bacon, 1 1/2 loaves of bread (a full loaf of french toast and half a loaf for regular toast), 2 dozen eggs (1 dozen for the french toast, and 1 dozen to eat) between 4 of us. All of it was eaten except 1 piece of french toast. Then the friend's family's cabin we stay in had to mow the lawn. He goes to mow the lawn and a tire falls off. He goes out to fix it and comes back in 10 minutes later to tell us another tire fell off. Goes to fix it then comes back in to tell us another 2 tires are about to fall off and it's not gonna get done. We played dice for another few hours and just sat and enjoyed our afternoon with nothing to do. We drove back and were in buffalo around 530. Excellent weekend.. Oh and there were talks of going to the Adirondacks next year to go hiking for five days... CAN'T WAIT!!!! ok .. so that was my weekend.. I'm sure I'll remember more... whatevs... G'nite..

The dreaded family reunion...

So my mother and my father separated when I was 5 years old. When I was 10 I found my father and he secretly gave me a key to his apartment and I would regularly visit him. I'm still not sure if I ever told my mom that.. maybe I will. But when I was 19 my dad died. Even a little more background on me... My mom has been married 5 times.. She's been married to my step-father for about 22 years now and she was married to my father before him and 3 times before that.. hence 5. Well my older brothers' dad died a few years before mine and while my dad was in the hospital my mom brought me and my younger sister to visit him. Sitting in the cafeteria we weren't talking a whole lot and silence sometimes makes me uncomfortable but in the moment I threw something out hoping it'd brighten the mood. I said to my mom "Well... At least your doing better than 50 percent of your ex-husbands..." I nailed it.. She and my younger sister both started laughing and we just talked... it was great. Well I get a text from my younger sister telling me that there's a family reunion coming up. Let's see.. I haven't seen most of my father side of the family in let's say about 15 years. I went to an uncle's funeral a couple months ago and 2 cousins didn't even recognize me. Well to speed things along, last minute, I decided to go. I told people that my sister was guilting me into it when really... I think I was guilting myself. I mean... I had no reason not to go. So it was in Niagara Falls and I drive up to find out that my sister's phone is off and that I have no idea where in the park they are. So I sit and finally about 15 minutes later she answered.. I was parked approximately 30 feet from where she was standing waiting for me. So I come over to the rest of the family and had to be re-introduced to some and introduced to others for the first time. As I'm standing there I hear someone yell "WHO WANTS TO PLAY KICKBALL????" In my head I'm thinking I'm gonna stick around for 30 minutes tops and bail. Well I again starting guilting myself saying I wouldn't leave my sister and her four daughters there so I tried my best to lighten up a little. Well her girls started to get a little rowdy, a 7 yr old, a 5 yr old, a 2 yr old and less than a year old, they're a handful. So she decides it's time to go home. I don't know where it came but she asked if I was leaving too and I heard the words come out "no... I think I'm gonna stick around a bit." We hugged and off she went. So I, a little less uncomfortably, went and grabbed an italian sausage and sat down next to one of two cousins that wouldn't stop talking to me. I figured it was better to talk uncomfortably to someone than sit in a crowd not talking to anyone. I realized I wasn't uncomfortable. Just because I haven't seen anyone in years didn't mean I wasn't family. My cousin Samantha told me they play kickball at every family picnic and now that she had my info my sister and I could come to more picnics. I was actually happy that she said that. I stayed about an hour and everyone was getting ready to leave. Just as I was about to leave they decided to take the family picture. I wanna say there was about 45 people. I said my goodbyes to my aunts, unlces, and the cousins that wouldn't stop talking to me and went to my car. But, just before my sister left she tells me that they gave her my fathers ashes.. I said "ummmmm... he died like what.. 9 years ago???" And she's like yeah. We discussed what was gonna happen but I found that odd that his ashes were held onto for 9 years to be given to us. Now that I look back on it I don't think her and I, as a 19 yr old and a 16 year old, would really have known what to do with them. After it was over and I was on my way home.. I was totally glad I went. I didn't talk to all of my cousins and the beginning was a little uncomfortable. Some of them were probably just as uncomfortable with me being there... the estranged cousin.. But it turned out to be good experience and one more thing to prove me and my sister are alike.. As she was getting into her van I said, "I gotta get out of here..... I gotta go to starbucks." And she said "... oh i know... I'm stopping at Tim Hortons on the way.." haha. I'm kinda looking forward to next year.. and before I forget... R.I.P. Daddy...

SYTYCD.. So You Think You Can Dance

From left to right is Robert, Lauren, and Kent. Ok so I may be a total loser for this but wednesday nights show was great and Adechike seemed like he was laying it on pretty heavy about it being hard being a male dance in Brooklyn. Really?? Let me know where it's kosher to be a male dance... other than San Francisco.. haha. From my previous twitter posts.. I didn't think Robert was going to make it, I really didn't. We all knew Kent and Lauren would. I was actually shocked to find that Robert made it into the top 3. He's almost too gay to function... My roommate swears that Kent is gay.. Me? I'm not so sure. He's just young..and well a male dancer. Not too much saying he's straight but not enough to tip the scales toward gay. And I LOVE Lauren. She's an amazing dancer and she takes all the attention from everyone when she dances. So I'm off team Kent and have been for about 2 weeks or so now. But the other night I did call and vote 3 times for each of them. If it came down to it I would have said Lauren or Adechike.. I don't know if she's got it in the bag but if it weren't a popularity contest now I'd say she has it. I can't wait for next week...!!!

I am so smart.. and angry at the same time..

For reasons unknown the computer in my apartment is almost always riddled with viruses. This time we had the "congratulations you've won" virus. What would happen?? Well internet explorer would randomly open random websites all the time. Not only would it do that but while the computer was at the screen that lets us pick whose account to go into there would be pages loading on the separate accounts. Kind of like a thief hiding behind the door waiting for you to come in. To add to the excitement the speakers would randomly says "CONGRATULATIONS!!! YOU'VE WON!!!" Which kinda sucked when someone forgot the turn the speakers down in the middle of the night. So I started googling things... If you know me at all... you know I like to google. I like to google the sh*t out of things. So naturally it's the first place I turned. Long story short I found out how to get into safe mode (the computer wouldn't let me do it from the boot screen), get progams to get rid of said virus (1 out of 8 worked), fix the registry (no clue), and repair windows xp without a CD (well this particular issue anyway). How long did it take me...? About 3 days.. Again.. If you know me.. you know I'm not really good with patience. I'd get about an inch of information and well let's just say I really put google to work. Through it all, no more speaker problems.. ooooh and when the virus that seems to be gone was taken care of we couldn't get rid of any of the programs I downloaded because the computer would tell me "windows cannot find rundll32.exe" Which is how the registry came in to play. People on the internet love to give information away and there's almost always a free way of doing things. There's a couple sites that I could have posted all things and having run a program that would give them all the info they wanted.. I didn't have enough patience for that but they're there. I guess this is really just and ode to google. After fixing the rundll32 thing I was able to rid the other 7 anti-virus programs that acutally did nothing other than tell me I had 307.. yes three hundred and seven errors on this computer and it could all be taken care of for a complete download priced at $29.99. So to end this entry...

Dear Google,
I still love you.
~Love Randy
P.S. You say potato.. I say F*ck You.. (That's for Taylor)