They say goldfish have no memory. I guess their lives are much like mine.

Mmmm pie...

thejennamonster@gmail.com — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 15:38:42 GMT

I made Key Lime Pie last night for a potluck we're going to tonight as practice for Thanksgiving. It turned out awesomely, though I think next time I need to use less vanilla and more sugar in the whipped cream. Also need to figure out how to make it stiffer as, even though I beat it for freaking ever, it's still too soft for my taste. But the filling itself tasted perfect. Just like from Key West. I'm really proud of myself (even though my hands hurt from squeezing the limes as we don't have a juicer, ha.

Servings: 5 - 6
I N G R E D I E N T S

Crust
16 graham crackers, crushed
3 tablespoons sugar
1 cube (1/4 lb) margarine or butter

Pie
4 large or extra large egg yolks
1 14 ounce can sweetened condensed milk
1/2 cup fresh key lime juice (approximately 12 Key limes)
2 teaspoons grated lime peel, green portion only

Whipping Cream For Garnish (Optional)
1/2 cup whipping cream
2 teaspoons granulated sugar
1/4 teaspoon vanilla

I N S T R U C T I O N S

Crust:
Mix the ingredients and press them into a 9" pie plate. Bake in a preheated 350F oven for 10 - 12 minutes until lightly browned. Place on a rack to cool.

Pie Filling
Use an electric mixer and beat the egg yolks until they are thick and turn to a light yellow, don't over mix. Turn the mixer off and add the sweetened condensed milk. Turn speed to low and mix in half of the lime juice. Once the juice is incorporated add the other half of the juice and the zest, continue to mix until blended (just a few seconds). Pour the mixture into the pie shell and bake at 350F for 12 minutes to set the yolks and kill any salmonella in the eggs.

Serving
If you are using the whipping cream garnish, prepare the cream. Serve with a dollop of whipped cream.

(found Here.

A little history: They didn't have cattle in Key West when the pie was created which is why condensed milk is used traditionally instead of fresh milk--all they had back then was canned milk that would come into port on ships. Traditionally it's not cooked, either--the lime juice works to stiffen the egg yolk. However, due to salmonella and all that, yeah...you should cook it, ha.

Crafty Craftison.

thejennamonster@gmail.com — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 21:02:13 GMT

I kind of want to learn how to knit.

That is all.

Actually, wait, that's not all. I'm incredibly irritated at the fact that the clay heads I made are too heavy for the clay bodies and therefore I will have to start all over again making the heads lighter by using a paper ball as the base. Problem with this, outside of the time already wasted, is that the first redo I did didn't look nearly as good as the original so now I fear that I have the same "cannot duplicate" problem with clay as I do with drawing. Bugger.

Not my day

thejennamonster@gmail.com — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 19:35:06 GMT

I just locked my keys in the car. While it's running. FML

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Racism fail.

thejennamonster@gmail.com — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 03:49:17 GMT

So I'm working on homework and the discussion board question for the week is on racism. It asks if racism is still prevalent in America. So I write my piece and then go on to look at some of the other threads, and come across these gem:

Racial tension between black and whites is becoming more prominent by the day in certain areas, and some of them aren't too far away. I personally worked at xxxxx mall for a year and saw some of the most extreme racism i have ever seen. It seemed like some people went out of their way just to be racist, and i don't just mean towards black people. I worked at Gamestop and I was referred to as a "White piece of (expletive)" because i could not take in someone's obviously stolen Xbox 360. It had nothing to do with the customers race, i simply wasn't going to accept that console.

Really? Really? You're calling a black person racist for calling you a "White piece of shit" and then in the same breath stating that they were trying to return "obviously" stolen equipment? Had he stated how he knew for certain it was stolen that would be one thing, but as it is...yeah...you're missing the point, dude.

The stereotype the blondes are dumb and Asians are intelligent might give a job to a fairly qualified Asian person over a highly qualified white Caucasian woman.

Wow, that is actually a whole new twist on the "Affirmative Action hurts whites!" argument.

My grandfather came here from Italy when he was a boy, he always said; There are White Niggers, and there are Black Niggers. What does Nigger mean? Most people think it means a dirty black person. The word actually mean: A person of any race or origin regarded as contemptible, inferior, ignorant, etc. (dictionary.com).

Except for the fact that white people aren't called the N word unless it is likening them to a black person as an insult.

This is still a problem; because, the main reason, and I am not judging; but, In America, and other parts of the world, such Calgary, we are Worldly, instead of Godly. Look what Jesus went thru (sic) so many years ago, he was put thru (sic)crucifixion of the worse kind; he died for our sins, so we may have a better life, and how to we pay God back, by being mean, selfish, and being rasist (sic) with everything that is not our way, or the way we think

Jesus? Really? Granted his point is about how we treat other people in the world, but saying "Look at what Jesus went through!" in a conversation about racism when he was killed by his own people and not because of being another race, but for his ideals makes no sense in context.

*headdesk*
...Does anyone else see what's wrong with these statements? Evan assures me that there has to be some way to respond and explain to my fellow students where they are going wrong with their analogies without calling them idiots, but I'm not so sure...I kind of just want to like an explanation of white privilege to every one of them but I know it will probably do no good.

Lime in the coconut.

thejennamonster@gmail.com — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 17:37:46 GMT

WoW Make A Wish pet

thejennamonster@gmail.com — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 13:10:24 GMT

So, due to Chelsea and Danny both having been Make A Wish kids (Chelsea went to meet Sheri Lewis and Lambchop and Danny had his basement turned into an awesome play room that I was jealous of when we were kids, ha), Make A Wish is my charity of choice.

Therefore, I am ridiculously excited to fnd out about this. This is Blizzard's new cash cow--a pet store. You can use real money to buy in game pets. This is not what I am excited about. What I am excited about is that the Pandarian pet is a Make A Wish pet. If you buy him, 50% of the proceeds until Dec 31st goes to Make A Wish. The pet itself is $10 and will be availible on all characters as it's bind on account. You can also send the code to a friend as a gift. WoW players, as silly as it sounds to pay real money for in game toys, this is for a really good cause.

I do find the Pandarian to be an interesting choice and I wonder if this means we won't see them as a playable race. I would have thought they would make such a pet a phoenix in memory of Ezra Chatterton (Ezra was a 10 year old boy with cancer who LOVED WoW and whose wish was to be a developer for a day. He went to Blizzard studios and designed a NPC (which he is the voice of) and wrote a quest (a really cute one in the Tauren starting area where he asks you to help find his dog, Kyle). He also designed a rare weapon and the first of a rare mount that was designed for him (which is a phoenix). He passed away last October).

So, fellow nerds, buy an in game pet for a good cause, will ya?

A cowardly and superstitious lot.

thejennamonster@gmail.com — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 11:42:15 GMT

From Shortpacked!

Sweet boy things.

thejennamonster@gmail.com — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 19:23:00 GMT

So I'm a weird duck and I don't like icing. I'll eat cans of chocolate frosting, but icing and I don't get along. Way too sweet for my taste. Whenever I have cake I usually scrape off the icing and give it to the nearest icing lover (which is usually Evan).

We have a giant chocolate chip cookie cake hanging out at our house that was bought for Halloween but never eaten. Evan, because he is awesome, got up early and made me lunch to take to work today and put a piece of cookie cake in with it for dessert. What makes this super duper awesome is that he scraped the icing off for me knowing that I don't like it. <3 That just made my day (even though I know that part of the reason was so that he could keep the icing for himself so it didn't go to waste, ha).

Bestest boyfriend ever. <3

Illustration progress part three

thejennamonster@gmail.com — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 03:07:00 GMT

Here is Sammy's dad, mom, and gramma. The mom has really long hair in a ponytail but you can't really see it here. Unfortunately this was all I could do tonight cos I ran out of the clay I was using for skin. Bah. So I still have to do a non sleepy alternative head for Sammy and the bodies (need to remember to but freaking wire cutters!) and then sew their clothes. And then make "sets". I'm a bit at a loss at the moment on how to do that but I'll figure it out.

Hmmm I think the mom's head could stand to be bigger. She looks out of place. Maybe I'll redo her...

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Hizahalloween!

thejennamonster@gmail.com — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 01:58:04 GMT

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

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There is a cat on my chest stealing my breath

thejennamonster@gmail.com — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 01:11:57 GMT

Anyone know why Dot only wants to snuggle me when I'm doing homework?

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Cue anxiety overload.

thejennamonster@gmail.com — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 19:54:51 GMT

Schedule for the next few days and things that need to be done (now that my anxiety is freaking the fuch out).

Today: Work till 7
Pick up Evan at 8

Thurs: Work 9-7
~~Pick up Evan?~~ (Evan's done at work around three and his brother is giving him a ride)
~~D&D til 1030ish~~ (Decided to skip out on this)

Fri: Class 9-10
Work 1030-7
Opera with Evan's mom from 8-?

Saturday: Work 8-6
Halloween party at Evan's Mom's from 8-?

Sunday: Church 10-11something
Surprise party at our house: 1-?

Things that need to be done:
~~-Take home chem test--due Fri 9am~~
-Psych Test--due Thurs by midnight
~~-Grocery shopping~~
-Bake cake for party on Sunday(torn between Boston Cream and Black Forest--I've never made Black Forest, though so I'm a bit wary of that one, plus it would mean an extra stop at the liquor store cos, of course, PA can't keep their booze and their food in the same place)
~~-Halloween store--must get something for party on Saturday, as well as something for freaking D&D as I guess if we dress up we get extra xp and I don't want to fall behind.~~
-find/make some kind of food my character for D&D likes and write some bullshit story as to why again for extra XP (meanwhile I have no idea what my character would like cos she's, you know, not real and I don't care enough to put that much thought into her--especially seeing as how I didn't make her up. The DM did because he thought I couldn't do it on my own cos he had all kinds of bullshit rules for what I could and could not be as a monk) (Decided to skip out on D&D)
-Laundry
~~-Find something to make for the party on Saturday.~~
-Sociology essay due Saturday by midnight.

The original plan was that I would take care of most of this stuff on Thurs afternoon as that was my day off. However, I had to call out sick from work yesterday and therefore will be working on Thursday. So the grocery shopping and Halloween store were going to be done tonight since I don't get paid till Friday and therefore need Evan with me for those things cos, well, he has money right now and I don't. But he decided to raid tonight right after work so now I have no clue how to get all of this stuff done.

Tenitive game plan?
-Pick Evan up at 8, take him home for raidingness (which I'm kind of irritated at as this isn't one of the days he "normally" raids, but we've been having issues wtih this since he switched guilds as all sembolance of a schedule seesms to have flown out the window which pisses me off).
-borrow his debit card. This will work for the grocery store since it's self checkout,but I'm not sure sure about the Halloween store. I'll see what my balance is on my credit cards I guess. Man, fuck having to spend all of my savings on getting my freaking car fixed last month. I am now completely fucked financially until I get my tax return next year as all of my paychecks will be going straight to bills now that I no longer have a buffer in place.
-Get at least the chem test done tonight, and make whatever food item I can come up with (as it has to be made, not bought, I guess, per the stupid rules) and bullshit some story for D&D which I really am not having fun at so I don't know why I freaking go other than I don't want to be left out cos I'm obviously seven years old.

Tomorrow:
-get out of work
-pick up Evan if needed though he may be out of work by then
-rush to D&D seeing as how it starts at 7 and they refuse to wait when I have to work late and get all pissy about it cos they're nerds. Make sure to remind Evan to bring my food if he gets out of work before me and gets a ride with someone else. Either that or stop home first, which will make me even later. (skipping)
-Do Psych test and finish up Chem one if needed.
-Start soc Essay

Friday:
-work
-opera
-bake cake and make whatever food I'm going to for party on Saturday (and Sunday, oh shit I forgot about needing to make food for the party on Sunday. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Guess I should do laundry at this time as well seeing as how I'll be up all freaking night with it. Though as long as I remember to get quarters tonight, Evan might remember to do the laundry at some point when he gets home that night, so that will check one thing off the list.
-Work more on essay while cake is cakifying.

Saturday:
-Work
-go home, pick up Evan/change into costume
-Party at his mom's
-clean the house after we get home to make sure it's spotless and perfect for party on Sunday. Also make triple sure all food items are made

-Sunday:
-Church
-Party
-Have a nervous breakdown.

I can do this.

Fuck. Times like this I wish I was still taking Zoloft. Or that there were more than 24 hours in a day/I didn't need to sleep.

Eggs = people?

thejennamonster@gmail.com — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 17:46:25 GMT

Will someone please explain to me why anyone would think that this is a good idea??

Basically, the story is this:Colorado Right to Life and Personhood USA, two prolife groups, had an amendment voted down last year that would give fertilized eggs rights as people, thusly making abortion illegal. From the article: "The new amendment is even farther reaching, moving the initial marker for the beginning of life from “fertilization” to “the beginning of the biological development of a human being.”

This means that, ladies? Your eggs? You know, those things that have been living in your ovaries since they developed? Yeah, they would be considered people with full rights thereof. On a ridiculous note, it would make it so that you would commit murder every time you menstruate. On a serious note, it would have major impact on laws regarding birth control, artificial insemination, fertility research, stem cell research, etc, as well as, of course, making abortion illegal no matter what impact it would have on the life of the mother, or under what circumstances she conceived.

Oh, and "surprisingly enough" (read: not at all) sperm doesn't seem to have the same importance (meaning, none at all). Interesting.

Why the hell would anyone vote for this??

Hate cimes bill to be signed today.

thejennamonster@gmail.com — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 15:09:26 GMT

It seems that President Obama is scheduled to sign the Matthew Shepard Hate Crimes bill into effect today.

From the article: The long-sought hate crimes provision is part of the fiscal year 2010 defense authorization bill and will extend federal hate crimes law to include crimes motivated by a victim's gender, sexual orientation, gender identity or disability.

Another article about it from the NY Times.

This is very good news. :) Unfortunately, part of me doubts that it will do much to prevent such attacks and murders, but at least the assholes who commit such crimes will be punished accordingly and severely.

Illustration progress part two.

thejennamonster@gmail.com — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 03:44:51 GMT

Meet Donny Donaldson, Sammy Samuels, and Patty Patters. I have to make a couple other heads for Sammy as he doesn't spend the whole book so sleepy. I'll work on those and the heads for his parents and gramma tomorrow. I am so very excited and happy that these are turning out so well! Whee!!

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Illustrations in progress part one.

thejennamonster@gmail.com — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 02:38:39 GMT

Sammy design (which I will never be able to draw again...) Decapitated Sammy...I'm 3D! His body won't be done tonight as I forgot to buy wire cutters but basically I'm gonna stick to the photo and puppets idea I had in the first draft but make clay people to replace the stick cut out guys. I'll be stitching together some real clothes for them too to give a bit more depth and texture. This may work out better that I thought. :) The biggest problem is that he doesn't really look enough in clay mode like a kid. Maybe a body and clothes will help with that, though. </p>

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Alliteration Action.

thejennamonster@gmail.com — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 22:24:58 GMT

So I think I should just forget about trying to find a literary agent to get my book published and instead just forward the story to all of the fourth grade classes in the state. Why? Because this year, it seems that it will be used once again for alliteration teaching purposes. At possibly two different schools no less. The teacher who had me come in last year asked me for a repeat performance when her students get to that chapter--I guess it really helped the kids learn and they talked about it for the rest of the year, ha. I also got a call from my dad this evening informing me that his girlfriend's daughter, Erica (who for some reason loves the book) showed the story to her teacher who asked for my contact information to do a reading for her class.

While putting this information into my letters for literary agents hasn't really gotten me any bites, it is nice to know that my work is appreciated. It's also been great motivation for reworking the illustrations. I've been pretty much living at the craft store the past couple days getting supplies and I think I finally know what I'm going to do and how to get it to work it's just going to be a long process. But it's going to involve little to no drawing (which I suck at) and lots and lots of crafts (which I'm moderately good at) so we'll see how it goes. I have faith that it will turn out well.

But yeah. More chances to warp young minds. I'm excited, ha.

Nothing's right I'm torn.

thejennamonster@gmail.com — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 13:20:56 GMT

I still don't know what I'm going to do today. Honestly I still don't want to do anything. Get together with friends if they're avalible (which they most likely aren't but whatev) at the most. But hate this feeling that I should. I'm at church at the moment listening to the praise band practice. The service doesn't start for another hour and a half and is then an hour long so I could make it into Ellwood, get flowers, go to the grave, stop by the Mazzant's, and drive back by the time church is over to pick up Evan. Or I could wait until he service is over and take Evan with me as he vollenteered (but for some reason that cranks my anxiety up to 11)...or I could go to the movies or something and not think about it for a few hour which really sounds the best out of the mix.

I'm stuck in this place where I want to just live my life and feeling like it's disrespectful to do so. I often wonder at times like this I it would be am easier if I had some strong sort of faith or something like that. Though it prolly wouldn't be. I just don't have anyone to talk to about this shit. I made a post on the young widows group I used to be active in and got nothin really in response, AMA was pretty wishy washy on the advice front, Evan's of the "do what will make you feel better" mindset which tells me nothing. He's the one who brought it up this morning which I feel a bit bad about cos I snapped at him for it. He said that he's sure that no one will think less of me if I don't do anything--a lack of physical gesture won't take away from how much he meant to me--but I'm not so sure. My mom gets really upset with me if I don't call her for my sister's birthday or death day--she gave me a major guilt trip this year for almost forgetting the birthday part, period. Whose to say others wouldn't think or feel the same way about this?

I suppose I could just call the Mazzant's to see how they're doing. I do have thier number. It's a bit impersonal I suppose but it may suffice. Bah I don't know. I know Danny wouldn't want me to torture myself over this stuff, so why the hell do I?

Crap.

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You got yourself some perdy lips...

thejennamonster@gmail.com — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 22:17:38 GMT

So I'm thinking that this is a "no" on the red lipstick experiment..

Hmmm...

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Good hair days are both elusive and lovely.

thejennamonster@gmail.com — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 14:36:49 GMT

Holy crap is this a good hair day? I can't remember the last time I had a good hair day! Hooray for good hair days! (And now that I've said this my hair is gonna poof and be unruley out of spite, ha).

Too bad it isn't a good picture day. Ugh. Sup Att shirt? ...and Kotex dispenser...

Oh yeah my hair is now back to brown simply because I want to see if I can pull off red lipstick and I wasn't sure if it would work with red hair, ha. Now I just gotta buy lipstick...

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Early morning grammar nazi.

thejennamonster@gmail.com — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 13:18:19 GMT

So Evan and I were discussing...something...this morning. I'm not entirely sure what (honeslty I'm amazed that I can communicate with more than differently toned grunts at 7am). But whatever the subject, he started his argument with the word "irregardless".

"Irregardless--".
"Wait--did you just say 'irregardless'?"
"Yeah, so?"
"You know that's not a word, right?"
"What?"
"Irregardless. It isn't a word."
"What does it matter? You knew what I was saying."
"It matters because it completely changes what you meant. Like people who say 'could care less'."
"Huh?"
"People who say 'could care less' when they mean 'couldn't care less'. It's the complete opposite of--"
"That doesn't matter, either! As long as people know what you're saying, it's an accepted term of phrase."
"...Did you just say 'term of phrase'?"
"...I hate you."

Hahahahah. We really shouldn't talk to eatch other that early in the morning, ha.

In other news, I still have no idea what I'm going to do about tomorrow. I don't want to go to the grave. I just don't. I want to live the day like any other and just not think about it. However, that just seems so...disrespectful (even though that's pretty much what I do on the anniversary of my sister's death. I call my mom cos she expects me to and would be hurt if I didn't, but I pretty much just treat the day like any other. She also died 13 years ago, though, so it is quite a bit different). Evan said that if I feel that way I should still do something to honor him, and that doesn't have to be all sad and mopey, but I'm not sure what I could even do. I was thinking that, if I go to Ellwood I could ask Evan to come with me, so at least I didn't have to make the drive alone, but the one time he's come with me to the grave (which I think may be the only time he's been) it just kind of felt...wrong. Same with visiting the Mazzants, which I would do if i go. When we stopped by during Xmas it was just weird. "Hey guys, you remember your dead son's best friend that I'm shacking up with, right?" Ugh. I mean, they've been supportive of me moving on and of our relatioship (even if they did get him confused with Ashton at John Todd and Sarah's wedding, which was hilarious (and a rather easy mistake to make I guess with the whole identical twin thing, even though I don't see it)), so I know that all of this anxiety and uncomfortable feelings are mine that I'm projecting. But still....ugh.

Maybe I'll just sleep through the day. That sounds exciting. Except then I'd have nightmares. Fucking yay. Bah.

thejennamonster@gmail.com — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 02:42:12 GMT

Tonight we carved punkins!!

Mine is on the left. Evan's is on the right. You can't really tell but there is a carving knife sticking out of his head, ha.

We also watched the American remake of the Korean film "A Tale of Two Sisters" ( which was called "The Uninvited") which was rather disappointing. I knew it was going to as remIss of awesome Asian horror flicks always seem to but I still had hope cos I mean, The Ring and The Grudge were both still scary (The Grudge still gives me nightmares!) but no such luck. Ah well.

Still! Punkins!!

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Bad girl butt hahaha

thejennamonster@gmail.com — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 22:15:48 GMT

I love Evan so much. this is exactly the text I needed right now:

Heeheeheeheeheeheehee

(ps when I asked if he would be embarassed if I posted this here he said that he doesn't know anyone who reads it and doesn't get embarassed anyhow. Beth, this is your cue to tease him next time you're both online. :P)

Heeheeheeheeheeheehee I love him.

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thejennamonster@gmail.com — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 20:56:38 GMT

Please tell me this guy's blog is just satire? Please?

http://mikeeusa.pressword.com

A snippit:

Some Men’s Rights Movement (if there exists such a thing) commentators have, at diffrent times, tried to come up with a nice declaration of what the “movement” is all about, or what it should be all about, or what they would like it to be all about. They’ve drafted rather long documents containing points that they think men should agree with, stand by, and together fight for implementation, etc. These documents containined both “rights” and “responsibilities”; they were rather constraining, and really didn’t object much to the current pro-women’s rights culture nor say anything that was very benificial to men’s wishes at all (well, how benificial can words ever be?). Here’s my contribution to the haystack:

The prerogative of a Man is to find for himself a mate. So much as he avoids taking another man’s mate, no barrier (legal or customary) should be placed to obstruct him.
Females should be married off to men once said females are able to have children (usually at age 12, 13, or 14.)
The “penalty” for the rape of a young unmarried female should be that she is awarded to the man as a permanent wife of his (As stated in Deuteronomy 22)
Men should rape their wives at will.
Females should obey their husbands in all things, as if they were domestic servants.
If a nation seeks to opress its men by denying them these liberties, than it should be destroyed.

Death To women’s Rights
Viva Men’s Liberty
Liberty (for Men). Equality (amongst Men). Fraternity

–MikeeUSA–

He also thinks that men should be allowed to own whatever heavy weaponry they wish (such as tanks and machine guns), that any woman who dares speak up against or seek to imprison men should be killed and that the "fight" for "men's rights" should be one of violence and blood as "talking" isn't the same as "fighting", that arresting a man is the same as kidnapping and therefore the man has the right to beat a female officer unconcious, etc.

Please, please tell me it's not real?

In other news: I just got the following text from Evan:
I am currently wearing your pants that say "BADGIRL" on the ass.

Heeheeheehee

Stalking Stalkerson and my mom's bioclock.

thejennamonster@gmail.com — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 20:00:23 GMT

So...this is a weird situation.

Evan has this client whom he has become friends with. She came in to get massages from him a couple times and a few weeks ago called him at work to see if he wanted to hang out some time. He agreed and they've hung out once or twice. She seems to be a nice girl and everything, though it is a bit odd to randomly ask your massage therapist out for lunch.

The weird thing, though, is this: the last time they hung out, she asked him if he had a Facebook. He said that he did and she was like "yay! I'll friend you!" When he got home, he checked it (which he does, like, once in a blue moon) and, indeed, she had found and friended him. Not a big deal. However, when he checked his inbox on there he found that she had written him a message--after the very first time he gave her a massage. Before they started hanging out.

Does that seem weird to anyone else? First, she didn't know his last name, though I guess searching "Evan" and "Body Bar" (where he works) may have pulled him up (cos I really hope she didn't scour through every Evan who lives in Pittsburgh), and secondly-who does that? Who searches for and friends on Facebook the person who gave them a massage once at a spa?

Something about it all just rubs me the wrong way. Not because I care if he's friends with her or hangs or with her or anything dumb like that, but because that's just weird kind of stalkerish behaviour. I know that if that had happened to me (and it has once or twice on MySpace when I used to play open mics regularly) it would creep me the fuck out (and it did). Evan's not too worried about it--we joke that she's his stalker, but other than that it's not a big deal to him. Just odd.

In other news, my mom, for some reason, has decided that she wants grandchildren. And that the fact that I've been planning to adopt older kids since I was like, eight, and she knows this isn't enough--she wants grandchildren with her genetic material floating around in them. Oh, and she kind of wants them now. What the hell took over my mom's brain? She's only 45. It's not like she has the threat of death hanging over her head that she needs grandbabies before that. I heard something similar from my grandmother not too long ago as well--that it would be nice to have great grandchildren running around. I told her to mention that to my cousins. What is it about this relationship I'm in that people seem to think it's baby making time for me? Can't they at least wait until there's some kind of possibility of something like, oh I don't know, getting married before they decide to jump on the "you must breed!!" wagon? I'm only 26 for god's sake. I don't even have my Bachelor's, yet, never the less the Master's or Doctorate I'm planning on. Let me get into the career I want before you make me ruin it with maternity leave, please? Thanks.

Oh, and within the argument/discussion mom and I had over baby making, she offhandedly informed me that my dad wanted her to have an abortion. Nice, mom. Real nice.