<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072</id><updated>2011-08-05T12:39:29.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well,duh</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10957995403990147649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-8454784663793053561</id><published>2010-10-29T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T22:16:03.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First thing, I'm back! At least for tonight. At this point I think we all know I'm full of shit when I say that it'll only be a week or so before I blog again. More on that in a moment. Second! I have a fan in Alaska!!!!!!! This is some of the best news ever! I have never been to Alaska but it is one of my top 3 places I need to see within the next 5 years! (Next 5 yrs. Get it ;) ) But, honestly, I love Alaska, or at least the idea of it. "Into the Wild" is one of my all time favorite reads and it really had a much more profound effect on me then I ever would have thought. Need to get to Alaska!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sooooo, ummmmm. hi. It's been awhile, And while that is totally my fault I do hope that you will let me explain. Excuse #1 is that summer ended (along with my insomnia. turns out all I needed was to get on a regular sleep schedule and be horribly exhausted everyday.) and my social life and schedule took a steep dive to the negative numbers. Suddenly, I had to go to bed at a resonable hour, even on Fridays when I usually blogged because I was too tired to keep my eyes open let alone complete a full sentence/thought. I prefer to blog at the end of the night with a glass or two of wine already coursing through my veins. It's when I'm most open and honest and sarcastic towards life. Excuse's #2 through sideways 8 (infinity) basically continue with the theme of Excuse #1. Honestly, this is the first Friday night I've felt like I could really blog in months! AND OH BOY DO I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY! Alas, I did not jot down all the good stuff that has happened like I swore I would. Ha. Seriously, who is surprised! I have run into a variety of people in the last month or so that tell me that they read my blog and miss it. More than anything that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Thank you all so much for reading this. As random as I post I really do appreciate all the views I get. Which is way the F#%&amp;amp; more then I originally thought! So, also thanks for passing this on to other people and for checking back regularly. I hope to find a stride and sleeping schedule that will let me get back on track somewhat, but I hope you have learned not to hold your breath because that would just be irresponsible of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where do I begin from here. Current status, single and loving it but ready to start dating again. Must be at least 27 to submit an application. Also, good-looking(do I really have to tell you men that), funny, more importantly-think I'm funny. Be cool. Let me rant my rants because once they are out of my system I'm good. Do not try and stop me mid-rant and tell me I need to chill/relax, chilax! because I'm trying to do that by venting to someone. Sheesh. This is why I love drinking and kids are nowhere near my forseeable future. Other status stuff: still working as a Para in 'Hickville' USA. Pretty sure I am only one of two Liberals out there, which is an astounding percentage for the size of the place. I have not killed a student yet but have definitely walked up to that line and stared it in its dirty dirty face. What's that saying about one or two rotton apples? Mine are the rottenest, but there are a few that I really enjoy and can hopefully start pushing my Liberal agenda on. MMWHAHAHAHA!!!  Just (mostly) kidding. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other status stuff.....I have basically not had much of a life the last month or two ish because of some serious budgeting. Another reason for the lack of blogging. I work, come home and knit, and go to bed. Compared to those of you with kids my life is still exceedingly better. Obviously. How could it possibly not be. ;) But for those of you who have managed to carry on having a life the last month or two, well played. I will however have you know that I am back in the game, at least until I get too tired or have to get caught up on knitting orders. Which is like always! Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's about all I can muster for this evening. I know it wasn't the greatest blog but I hope you will read it as a good faith effort that I have not forgotten about you and that I will make every attempt to blog every chance I get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to a strongly worded blog on how everyone not named 'Camille' SUCKS at driving and a tutorial to go along with it. Till then, whenever it may be, always remember this; when diagramming sentences the first 9 steps are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Look for preprositional phrases&lt;br /&gt;2. Look for your being/helping/sensory verbs&lt;br /&gt;3. Look for your action verb&lt;br /&gt;4. Find your subject by asking 'who' or 'what' then the verb&lt;br /&gt;5. Look for a complement. This may be a Direct object, predicate nomnitive, or predicate adjetive. Say your subject + verb and ask 'who' or 'what'&lt;br /&gt;6. If you have a DO then you need to look for an Indirect object. Say your subject + verb + DO and ask 'to whom' or 'for whom'&lt;br /&gt;7. Look for an Objective complete. This is a waste of time. Continue to step 8&lt;br /&gt;8. Look for Direct Address. If you can't figure out that someone is talking to someone else then you need to be slapped in the face.&lt;br /&gt;9. Look for an Appositive. Who the shit cares at this point. I was lucky to get them through the first 5 steps. That's more than enough for anyone. ANYONE I TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;10. Step ten is to start reading books by John Hodgman. He's the PC guy from the commercials, and wildly hilarious. His influence is WHY I USED SO MANY CAPITAL LETTERS IN THIS BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;11. There is no further step, I just felt that in case you didn't believe me this is seriously what my life has become. I DID NOT KNOW THE FIRST 9(ish) STEPS BEFORE A FEW WEEKS AGO. I cannot wait to forget this shit all over again. Just like all my highschoolers will. If they are our future then....... I will not finish that thought.&lt;br /&gt;12. Time to finish my wine and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading. I will get back here as soon as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camille&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-8454784663793053561?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/feeds/8454784663793053561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422537796833687072&amp;postID=8454784663793053561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/8454784663793053561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/8454784663793053561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-thing-im-back-at-least-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10957995403990147649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-84224402319861412</id><published>2010-08-21T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T01:01:11.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry to keep you all waiting so long this time. Oh wait, it looks like someone might just be back on her game. I say this knowing full well that it may be a week or two before I blog again, so I'm going to be cocky while I can. So....let me see, where to begin. Well, I ordered some business cards tonight! I feel so grown up! I seriously cannot wait to start passing them out!&lt;br /&gt;Here's another fun thing, unless you are me, I think I have insomnia. It's basically been going on for the majority of the summer now. I tried to google 'cures' for it, and if I am to believe what I read then I am apparently super depressed. Well, like I said in a previous blog, there have been some lows, sure. But, there have been a lot of really good things that have happened this summer too. For instance, I have finally gotten on the path of getting my shit together. Most people have a 5 year plan, I have a "this year plan". And after this year I will plan for the next one and so on until I'm up to a 5 year plan. Which I plan on attaining in at least the next 2-3 years. :) (everyone caught the joke there yes?) Ok, so does anyone else see the absudity in that? I know for a fact that a lot of people have 5 year plans and stick to it and do wonderful things with it. But for realsies, who the hell came up with that? My life does not follow a plan, even though it could probably use one more often than not. There are just too many things going on all the time. Last week I had a friend in town/country from Switzerland, it has been 6 years since last time he was here. Last time he was here I apparently wanted to be a flight attendant. Hell, sometimes I still want that except for the fact that it is becoming a less and less fun job, at least according to the NPR story I listened to today and who doesn't love and trust NPR. Let me list a brief-ish list of other jobs I've wanted to be/have in the last 6 years. Ahem....:Bar owner, restaurant manager, princess, photograher, lead singer in a band, assassin for hire (blame that one on Hollywood, it just looks so freaking badass!), book reviewer, actress, professional artist, teacher, house painter, trophey wife....and the list goes on. And ok, except for a few that I obviously can't be(princess, damn my non royal blood!), that is probably a fairly accurate list of jobs that I have considered over the last 6 years. Someone ask me again why I don't have a 5 year plan. I'll stick to my one at a time plan. Oh, and did I mention what classes I'm taking this semester? Excel 2007, whatevs...AND, Poker! Did you miss that Facebook status! Whoo! And to answer the question I've already been asked many times, Yes, apparently you can get at least one hour of college credit for that! Ta-freaking-Da! I only need two more for my Associtates. Only took 30 years. Another reason why "5 year" plans are dumb. At least if you are me.&lt;br /&gt;And so, I think I shall wrap things up on that note. I'm tired. Not that I'm actually going to get any sleep. I'm always tired and never fall alseep. So now, not only am I asking for feedback on my blog, (super big thanks to those of you that have!!! and I tried to leave a comment on my own blog and realized how big a pain in the ass it is. No one likes jumping through that many damn hoops. Which is why Facebook is where it's at. Go private if you want and message me your comment. or email me personally at &lt;a href="mailto:camillesadler21@hotmail.com"&gt;camillesadler21@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. whatevs, i'm not picky.) but also feedback on how to destroy insomnia. Destroy it!! Seriously, if I don't get some real sleep soon, I might start slapping high school kids and I'm pretty sure that's not allowed. Even if it should be. Feedback Please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-84224402319861412?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/feeds/84224402319861412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422537796833687072&amp;postID=84224402319861412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/84224402319861412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/84224402319861412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/2010/08/sorry-to-keep-you-all-waiting-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10957995403990147649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-8127398363646130741</id><published>2010-08-19T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T21:10:02.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's have a Quickie!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know I haven't been keeping up with my blog as much as I should be lately, let me try and explain. I feel that to blog is to put yourself out there for the world (of the 97 views I've had since I started this thing 2 years ago, ouch) to see. I have no idea who reads my blog since I have very few people leave comments. Recently, I have ran into two people that I haven't seen in a long time who told me how much they love my blog. Shout out to Kelsey W. and Kristen E.!! People, please please please find some way to leave some feedback for me. Leave it on Facebook if you have to. Even if it's just, "I read your blog and it was awful!" At least then I'll know. :)&lt;br /&gt;So, the last few months, or ever since I broke up Matt, have been really personal and full of a lot of highs and lows. I don't always know how to write about that sort of thing, being vulnerable isn't really my style. So why not just stick to the funny you ask, well if you read my last blog you might have noticed that my comedy style is a little mean spirited. I wouldn't want to alienate too many of my loyal fans. :) Basically, what I'm saying is that I've delt with some personal stuff this summer, and I am ready to continue on with my life and move forward come hell or high water! Do you know what would be really helpful though? FEEDBACK! I'm begging you. Tell me what you like about my blog other then it breaks up your work day. Which I can totally understand. And believe me I start work at a highschool next week so I'm sure I'll have all kinds of dumbass kid stories coming for you soon. But, let me know what you like and/or don't like. Oh, also if you have a minute you should check out my Etsy page at &lt;a href="http://www.thepatternpub.etsy.com/"&gt;www.thepatternpub.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;. Shameless self promoting is not above me.&lt;br /&gt;That's about all I have for tonight, I will work on getting back to the funny as soon as possible. Till then, feedback, feedback, feedback!&lt;br /&gt;And a big thank you for reading this in the first place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-8127398363646130741?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/feeds/8127398363646130741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422537796833687072&amp;postID=8127398363646130741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/8127398363646130741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/8127398363646130741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/2010/08/lets-have-quickie.html' title='Let&apos;s have a Quickie!!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10957995403990147649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-3029976369633394995</id><published>2010-08-06T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T23:42:03.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Comedy</title><content type='html'>First off, this is not the blog I started last night. I just wasn't feeling that one. So I'm starting fresh with what I hope is my funniest blog to date. Recently I started "writing stand-up comedy." The reason for the quotations is that while I like writing the funny stuff I just don't think I have the balls to get up on stage and perform it. I can kareoke the shit out of a song b/c if you forget the words there is a safety net/screen. But in comedy there is only you. That is unless you decide to write your words for the world to misinterpret or rip off. I have had a lot of feedback saying that the thing people like most about my blog is that it sounds like they are actually talking to me. My voice in people's head (must use my powers for good). So, hopefully most people will be able to read my next bit as the pure comedic gold that it is. I feel like I should maybe give a preemtive apology to some people but I also feel that in comedy apologies are a sign of weakness. So if what you are about to read offends you so badly that you need me to personally apologize to you, then...go f#$% yourself. Just try to find another blog this good. :)  Oh, and one last note, I am going to really try and use commas and ellipses to show where the pauses and deliveries are so I guess use that to the best of your abilities. Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been summer time now for a few hot miserable months, and of course that means that a lot of people have been dropping their kids off at the pool in what I can only hope is a sign of trying to thin out the herd. Why else would parents so blatanley ignore the "No Lifegaurd on Duty, Children 16 and under need to be supervised by an adult!" Personally I think that the parents do their version of a "drive-by." By which I mean they load up the mini van or SUV with the kids and all their water toys and slowly creep by the neighborhood pool looking to see if there is anyone there who possibly fits the description of 'adult' and upon spotting said "adult", goes, "hey that'll do. mama's got better things to do!"&lt;br /&gt;Let me go ahead and tell you now that, if I'm that adult you saw and your child starts to go under....well, just like you chose to ignore the no lifegaurd on duty sign, I chose to ignore the "No alcohol permitted" sign. I might try to dial 911 if I can find my phone and if it seems no one else is calling for help, but really I'd say your best bet is to not rely on me for emergencies involving your annoying ass child.&lt;br /&gt;But, drowning kids are not the only fun things you get to see at a pool. There are also the fucking whack jobs who think it's totally normal and acceptable behavior to bring their fucking PedEgg to the pool and just go to town on their monster feet (oh excuse me for just vomiting). And to be honest, I'm usually not one for sitting out in the hot ass sun working on my melanoma, so when I do get to witness my favorite train wreck, which is a group of middle school aged kids doing all kinds of just dumbassery things that prevent me from getting into the pool to even cool off, I surprisingly consider it a personal treat. My favorite pool side moments are those when you are just minding your own GD business, finishing your 4th or 5th cocktail, talking about how great you were in your youth (or so I'm told by my really really old friends), when all of a sudden out of all the background squeals you've been hearing one suddenly stands out on its own. "WHAT!? NO! OH JOEY! DON'T THROW ME IN THE POOL! OH, STOP. AH!". Translation. "OHMYGODOHMYGOD OMG! A BOY IS FLIRTING WITH ME AND TOUCHING ME! I NEED TO LET THE WORLD KNOW THIS NOW BY SQUEALING MY MOST LOUDEST SQUEAL SO THAT NONE COULD POSSIBLY IGNORE IT OR ENJOY THEIR TIME!!!!" Well, oh, my, god. We get it big girl, you need love to. Because it's the big girls who make the ruckus at the pool. The skinny girls are too busy trying to not look hungry to worry about some acne freak accidentally shoving them into a pool.&lt;br /&gt;But, while the summer belongs to the skinny freaks, the opposite holds true for the winter. Winter is the time for the Big Girls to shine! With all that natural insulation you can get away with wearing a little less and looking way cuter rather than being bundled up under layers and layers of warmth. Being from the Midwest I have delt with a cold ass winter or two. The stupidest things I always see are not the jackass in the sports car trying to drive on icy ass roads. It's not the dumbass parents who send their dumbass kids to school in shorts with 5 inches of snow on the ground. No no. It's the people who can decide for themselves, that on a ten degree night, with snow and ice covering the ground, and winds blowing 30mph, that wearing open toed heels paired with a mini skirt and a short sleeved tight fitting top was the appropriate choice. And guys, don't think that you are exempt either. Wearing flip-flops, cargo shorts, and a T-shirt year round because you "run hot" might be the gayest thing a stright man has ever tried to pull off. One look at these idiots and I know to stay away. I'm pretty sure stupid is contagious. Just look at those GD Jersey Shore assholes. They are highly infected and contagious with stupid.&lt;br /&gt;But, I digress from my point, which is that, Big Girls and Big Guys, this is your moment. This is your time. Fight the urge to stay in and hibernate because this is truly your time to shine! There are a lot of really, reallyreally, stupid people out there who are relying on you as a heat source. And, I truly believe that this is also the reason that I am still single to this very day. While I don't fall into the "complete dumbass" category I fail to meet the requirements to be a proper heat souce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me have it. I want so many comments on this one. Now is the time to share this little jem of a blog with others if you haven't already. And might I add that I think Daniel Tosh is one of the funniest comedians today. Lots of love, and until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-3029976369633394995?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/feeds/3029976369633394995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422537796833687072&amp;postID=3029976369633394995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/3029976369633394995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/3029976369633394995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-comedy.html' title='My Comedy'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10957995403990147649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-8737357161685736868</id><published>2010-07-16T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:01:51.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young lady, you have some explaining to do....</title><content type='html'>Jesus Camille, where the hell have you been for that last week or so! You act like you suddenly got a life or met some dude. Well, jokes on you because both happened! Ok, so I always had a life, that's not new. However, the life of a single person is exhausting. Why didn't someone give me the memo about being an old lady and needing my rest? You should really all be so ashamed of yourselves. But I digress. So when I last left you I was basically about to be suffering from liver failure courtesy Mass. St. in Lawrence. In the mean time I am happy to report normal liver functions (at least that I can tell with my Web M.D.) and have resumed a life of bars and knitting. Suck it grandma's, I'd like to see all you really old ladies out there doing what I do in the heart of hardcore Wichita. Which is basically not much, but hey, I'm doing it and let it be said that I will take on any grandma at any bar at anytime. That was the guantlet folks, tell your g-ma's.&lt;br /&gt;Now let's get serious and back up to last Thursday where I will begin my tale. July 8th started like anyother day, slight hangover and slightly later to work than I wanted to be. No big. Go to work, come home and get awesome. Why? Well, first of all because, hello, I can't help but be awesome and second of all I was going out to see Eclipse. (Quick side bar: I love Harry Potter more and always will, and if you are 11 years old and your name is Hannah then just know that your precious Jacob is so dumb and only an 11 yr. old would think he was cute. So, I'm pretty sure I just told your 11 yr old self what's up! 30yr old Camille:1  11yr old Hannah 0) It turned out to be the best of the series so far. I sacrficed my jacket, that over the years I have learned you do not leave the house without even in the dead of summer because movie theatres are like the arctic, for my new 11 yr old friend Hannah who does not apparently have my cold zone wisdom. And when I say 11, I mean 11 going on 30. She just gets it man. ;)  Anyway, movie, quick beer and home to bed. Friday, play catch up with my Mini Me or Ashley as most people probably know her. We totally did awesome things that night without our I.Q. dropping too drastically. Whoo! Found out about another friend being preggers which is the most bestest possible thing ever. It was a very very happy surprise and if you are of the praying variety send some out for this bundle of joy. Otherwise send some positive vibes out to the universe because this one is gonna be awesome! And then Saturday poked its head into the weekend and I went to a bday party for a one yr old and that little son of a bitch knew how to party. Never wear a white shirt to a pool party for a one yr old and his almost 3 yr old sister. They know how to party. Trust me. Saturday night was downtown and bluesgrass. So far not much sleep happening and I will once again thank you to keep your minds out of the gutter. Trust me, I will let you know when to roll around in the filth.  Sunday rolls along and I think to myself, "Fantastic. I've made it to my day of recliner and DVRing!" Wrong. I had to do stuff like "get my shit out of the living room and dining room" and "can you straighten up the bathroom" a solid 20 min of work on an otherwise unproductive day. Until that is.....! I ended up having a date that night. So for the first time in what I'm sure is ages, I took a shower on a Sunday AND put on a little make up to boot. We had some dinner then went and saw a little romantic movie called 'Predators'. Truth be told it was my pick. I also wanted to see 'Dispicable Me' but didn't want my date to think I was 5. Turns out he wanted to see it too. And why not! It looks so good! Uh, anyway, we then did a little bowling on Monday night, which it tuned out we both sucked at. Saw 'Inception' today GO SEE THAT MOVIE and now just kinda seeing what happens. I don't know if this fella reads my blog but I will say that for me I was honestly not expecting to meet someone so soon. He seems ligit and I have been having a good time with him so we'll see what happens. Now it is Friday night and I've had a few beers while watching 'The Bounty Hunter' with Melanie (which turned out to be much better than I thought for a "chick flick") and came home to drink some Riunite Lambruso "wine". I guess technically it is wine but I'm pretty sure it could be sold as candy as well.&lt;br /&gt;This last week has been exhausting, tomorrow I will probably hate myself for staying up so late but I figured I needed to blog again before I found myself drifting back into non-blogging habits. So stay tuned and we'll see what happens next!! And tell a friend about this. Let's see if we can't get me a book/movie deal outta this. If you're gonna dream, dream big right! Don't get trapped in Limbo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-8737357161685736868?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/feeds/8737357161685736868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422537796833687072&amp;postID=8737357161685736868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/8737357161685736868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/8737357161685736868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/2010/07/young-lady-you-have-some-explaining-to.html' title='Young lady, you have some explaining to do....'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10957995403990147649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-1742608152138852898</id><published>2010-07-05T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T20:57:29.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rickshaws aren't a Free Ride</title><content type='html'>So when I last left you all I think I promised to bring back a few good stories with me from my weekend. I feel like I did a pretty decent job of that. So the break down for my weekend is as follows: Friday pick up Jessica at her place and hit the road. I had a medium sized red bull (which i didn't know existed, how did people ever get by on those little ones and how do people's hearts not explode right the fuck out of their chests when they drink a big one?) so I was all kinds of ready to get to Lawrence and dance/drink the night away. Everyother time I've been to Lawrence in the last year or two I was always seeing some hot single looking dude like left and right so I was excited about getting to put my rusty flirting skills to the test. Being single is like shopping with money when you've been broke for a long time. Suddenly there is nothing you want to waste your time on. But more on that in a minute. We get into Lawrence and get ourselves all fabulous looking before heading over to the bar where everyone is celebrating our friend's surprise bday party. The theme was 'White Trash/80's Prom'. I did not partake in the dressing up since I only knew a handful of people. Anyway, I wore some really bitchn' heels that I did not fall down in and the night was awesome. I did two tequila shots some how and something that had buttershots in it plus beers and still remember the night minus Jessica riding the rickshaw. Oh, what's that? A rickshaw you ask? But, Camille I thought you were in Lawrence, the home town of the amazing Jayhawks located in the central part of the U.S. in the state of Kansas.  Well, yeah, I was, just give me a minute to finish before you and all your thoughts interupt me. So as I was saying, there I was at the end of the night all hungry and drunk and surrounded by other hungry and even drunker people (we got to the party late or I would have been a "drunker" also) when all of a sudden a beatiful man named Ben pulls up on his bike with a little buggy thing attached to it asking if I needed a ride. He had no idea how badly I needed a ride. Get your mind out of the gutter, remember those bitchn' heels I mentioned earlier? Yeah, well now they were more like, 'Son of a bitch!'. I needed pizza like for reals and this crazy stupid good looking Ben with the best quads/whatever the muscle behind your calf is, came and picked me up. Remember the previous blog where I joked about "whoring it up", well apon meeting this guy that became less of a joke and more of a mission statement for the night. Alas, fate had other plans for us, such as him working till way past my bedtime getting other drunk people home. Stupid fate. But again you say, 'wait Camille, wasn't that only Friday night? what about whoring it up on Saturday?' Good question. Sort of. If you were paying attention though you would know that most likely I was too hungover Saturday afternoon to do anything more then nap and be very hateful to every single person on the road for the brief amount of time I was on it before said nap. After naptime it was get pretty time and head to KC for THE most ackward wedding reception ever. I wasn't technically invited to the event but even for those that were invited it was super weird. By the time we made it back to Lawrence guess who was working till past my bedtime again. That's right, hot rickshaw Ben. The fates just didn't have us in the cards that weekend, ah well. I've moved on. And have possibley met someone else. Possibly. This new guy, who shall remain nameless for the time being, definitely has one of those faces you could see yourself making out with. Sober or drunk, which is always a plus! ;) So, after a stop at the lake Sunday we came home just in time to oooohhhhh and aaahhhhh at some fireworks. Came home started this blog and crashed before I could find the energy to finish. Good thing though because I started it sober and I just don't think I'm a fan of the sober blogging. I can guarantee that this would not have taken the turn it did if I'd have been sober. A funny turn.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it for now. As my life keeps progressing I will keep posting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-1742608152138852898?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/feeds/1742608152138852898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422537796833687072&amp;postID=1742608152138852898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/1742608152138852898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/1742608152138852898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/2010/07/rickshaws-arent-free-ride.html' title='Rickshaws aren&apos;t a Free Ride'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10957995403990147649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-3997006522807732981</id><published>2010-07-01T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:27:00.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So a Priest Walks into a Bar and.....</title><content type='html'>Generally when I start a blog I will already have a title for it in mind but, seeing as how I have no idea where this one tonight is going I will wait to title it till the very end.&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday I believe was my last blog. Sunday afternoon my mom's cousin (so my 2nd cousin? I'm confused because we always called him "Uncle" John) Fr. John Rossiter passed away. Today was now the second funeral I've been to for a priest. With all the issues I have with religion and Catholism in general one thing I never took issue with was my two uncle's who were priests. The other was Fr. Robert Kocour who really was my great uncle. The media likes to really focus their attention on priests who do bad things. I agree with the sentiment that they should be called out for their horrendous behavior and I also do not think that the Church should protect these people. They are scum. The ones who do horrific things. However, I don't feel like the media does a very good job at showing how fantastic, and understanding, and relateable priests can be. When I read about the works of priest who has done something good or honorable or what have you, I feel like the reporter writes in a way that says, "Hey, look at me, I'm a reporter who finally found a decent priest to write about now someone should write about how great I am." To which I say, PPLLLLbBBBtTTT.&lt;br /&gt;Fr. Kocour and Fr. Rossiter were two of the greatest men I knew and if you had ever met my father you know that's saying something. Both of these men dedicated themselves to making the world a better place. One went to Venezuela to do missionary work for years, and the other stayed in Topeka with an open door to anyone who needed it. I am not going to go on and on about these two men and their life stories. If you want to know more I'm sure Google could help you out. My point in bringing it up was simply that it seems like people are quick to think the worst about priests and maybe I would be one of those people also if I hadn't grown up knowing two of the best around. I am a better person for having known them.&lt;br /&gt;Now all that mushy stuff aside I would also like to add that if you have never been to a funeral for a priest and one day you find yourself blessed enough to know a wonderful priest (or a nun/sister, I can only assume that there will be similarities but I can't confirm this on account of never having been to a funeral for a nun/sister.) that want to pay your respects to upon his departure from this plain, I offer you a few tips. 1) There will most likely be a plethora of living priests at the funeral and they will all be up in the first 3-5 pews in their proper garments. Keep a close eye on this section because you will most likely witness what I like to call, "synchronized priesting." Now before you start casting stones let me explain, there are certain gestures and handmovments, and so forth that go on during a mass. At a funeral you will see about 40-50 priests doing all these movements at the same time. It is awesome! And I'm not even trying to be an asshole. It's just fun to watch. 2) If you are lucky you will get a priest that really knows how to deliver a homily. If you don't know what that is the best way to explain it is to say that it is an anecdotal collection of stories that make you better understand the gospel reading (see Geri, I still know my stuff). Some priests really have a gift for homily's while others to put it nicely just do not. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. I don't remember the homily for Fr. Kocour's funeral but the one I heard today for Fr. John was pretty terrific. It had humor, it had a point, it didn't drag on and on and on, and the best part was that Uncle John actually had a say in what was said. He picked the priest and gave him a few pointers on how to deliver his final message. And again, while I am not a big believer in religion as a whole, I do like words a lot. I like it when someone is able to string words together in ways that really make you think or better yet challenge yourself. You don't have to have the same beliefs to come to the same conclusions or to know right from wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah. I ment for that last section to be more funny than it was. I will say one irritating thing about priests though. There should be no hot priests. Yeah, I said it and I ment it. Just seems wasteful. Careful about casting those stones again. :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm headed out of town for this 4th of July weekend but I promise to come back with some good stories. Hopefully they will be blog appropriete. Not that I think children read this but I'm sure I could get most of you to blush if I tried hard enough. Let's just say that this is my first weekend going to one of my favorite towns as a single woman in quite some time. Not that I'm gonna whore it up, but it's just nice to know the option is there! Have a great weekend and don't blow up any body parts!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I feel like I came up with an appropriete title for this blog after all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-3997006522807732981?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/feeds/3997006522807732981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422537796833687072&amp;postID=3997006522807732981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/3997006522807732981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/3997006522807732981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-priest-walks-into-bar-and.html' title='So a Priest Walks into a Bar and.....'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10957995403990147649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-4049156399853114329</id><published>2010-06-27T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T15:29:22.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollerderby Heat</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to my first Rollerderby match. It was pretty much awesome, except for the extreme heat and dead air in a building full to capacity with no breeze despite the 4 giant fans blowing. It was miserable. I literally felt like I was taking a shower in my own sweat. Grossest shower ever and I've seen a lot of gross campsite showers. But that is really my only complaint, otherwise I had a really good time. Two of my favoite friends came along with me and we were all trying to come up with our Rollerderby names, my is tentatively set at Calamity Cam. Sarah couldn't come up with one and Beth thought of hers later in the night, Betsy O'Killagain! Freaking awesome name. As far as the match went I really didn't know what to expect. I have seen the moive "Whip It" and was all ready to see some hair pulling and elbows to the mouth, knocked out teeth and all kinds of nastiness. It was actually much tamer then I thought. Don't get me wrong, I don't think there was a single girl who didn't fall or get knocked down, but everyone playing seemed very sportsmanly like. No one played dirty that I could see which is impressive since girls have been known to be catty on occasion (so I'm told). Most of the spills looked like they could have been pretty painful had it not been for the helmets, elbow/knee gaurds, and mouth pieces. The one girl that I knew that sent me the invite on facebook is the only one who actually got hurt, and hurt pretty good from the looks of it. She got knocked down and two other girls fell on her. I think she messed up her knee but how badly I'm not sure. The sound system was a little choppy at times but I was able to keep up with what was going on for the most part. I think they have another match next month and you can bet that as long as I'm in town that I'll be there wearing a suit made out of ice to keep cool or at least dark clothing so you can't see all the many many sweat stains I will be sporting. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;People tell me that I would be good at rollerderby, and they might be right, I do tend to get angry a lot and could use a release. However, while I am not opposed to throwing a punch or two I am not a fan of being punched. I bruise so easily people would think I was being abused. Plus, I have my blogging for my anger outlet. There's nothing better then being able to write some long bitchy rant about something or someone and then have people tell me how much they enjoyed it! Of course if you see one of these rants in person you'll probably tell me to chill out. And I will tell you to suck it because venting is healthy. :) After rollerderby I went out with a couple girlfriends for some $1 Natty Light in keeping theme with the evening. Came home, messed around on facebook and hit the hay. I was going to blog last night but was too tired so I waited until today and I am wondering if you have noticed a difference in this blog compared to all the others. Now you may stop and ask yourself, what seems different? Less spelling and grammar mistakes? Possibly. Not getting off track so often? Maybe. Well the biggest difference is that this is the first time I've ever blogged sober! Yes. First time. I usually feel most expresive later in the evening after a few cocktails, I think it's when I do some of my best work. You tell me though. Did you notice a difference? Was this blog more boring or less entertaining than usual? Because I don't mind continuing to drink for all you dear readers. Let me know what you think about "sober blogging", are you a fan? Better, worse, or about the same?&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the rest of your Sunday. I for one have been out of my recliner for far to long and need to continue my vegging now. Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-4049156399853114329?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/feeds/4049156399853114329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422537796833687072&amp;postID=4049156399853114329' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/4049156399853114329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/4049156399853114329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/2010/06/rollerderby-heat.html' title='Rollerderby Heat'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10957995403990147649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-6248133929688556638</id><published>2010-06-21T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:21:26.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Subject</title><content type='html'>My initial plan for this blog was to do a weekend wrap-up. However, due to the corse of events this night has taken I have a new topic on my mind. I will still do a quick recap so keep up. Friday I went to work, and if I haven't explained what my summer job is it is basically office work. File keeping and data entry and other odds and ends. It is not what you would call exciting but it is what you would call "paying the bills and then some". I can handle hours of boring when being paid well for it. But, Friday I was still pretty tired so I didn't work as long as I should have. I came home and immediantely started to clean house for the party on Sat. My sister and a friend of ours arrived in town around 7ish. We had some dinner and went out to "Cheers" or my Wichita version of it. Stayed out too late and was crazy tired on Saturday but totally rocked my party anyhoo. I wasn't sure what to expect since the timeline I specified wasn't really specific but it ended up being a good time. Thank god for Slip N Slides. Ended up downtown and had a way better time then I thought I would. I only say that because of how tired I was. Went home, slept in, got up and was headed to a Mexican restaurant about 20 min after waking. I don't know about you but the first thing on my mind after waking up late on a Sunday afternoon, is not Mexican food. But once again being the champ I am I was able to handle lunch like as previously stated, a champ. After that my recliner and I got to be super good friends for the rest of the day. And that pretty much sums up the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now on to the topic that is weighing on me this evening. TV. I used to think I didn't watch that much tv because recording shows on your DVD can be very deceptive in how much time you think you spend watching tv. I guess I watch a lot of shows, I could do a daily break down for you and it may come to that one of these blogs, but tonight I want to focus on three shows. As of monday night only one of these show is still on, the one that promted this blog topic had it's series finale tonight. The three shows are: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Saving Grace, and Bones. The common theme for me with these shows is having a female lead that I can identify with. And not just, "oh what a pretty, strong, female, on a show that is written sorta well." I'm talking about really strongly identifying with the three female leads in my own personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start with Temperance "Bones" Brennan from the show Bones. I have been watching this show for 5 seasons now and cannot wait for the 6th to start this fall. The character Bones is a very straight forward no nonsense, very analytical and logical. She is an anthropologist and because of how logical and literal she is she doesn't believe in God/Jesus or the whole religion thing. Logically I don't really see how religion works either. There is some unknown all powerful diety that we are just supposed to believe in or else? i have issues with that. But her character is also very smart and can take care of herself. smart as in genius smart which i am not but i'm certainly not stupid, and can take care of herself as in physically. she knows how to defend herself and use a gun. i need to learn these things. generally i don't have to defend myself physically (thank goodness) but verbally i've had to deal with things. sometimes i think it would be nice if someone jumped in on my behalf but that usually doesn't happen since my friends know i can "take care of myself". i am also the one who can, and will, get rid of the lame ass guys who try and come up to my group of girlfriends at a bar with an even lamer line. i am the girl guys hate to approach. unless you are stupid good looking. so, let it be said that from here on out only guys i deem stupid good looking may approach. moving on...&lt;br /&gt;The next character is Grace Hanadarko from the show Saving Grace which ended Monday night. OH MY GOD I COULD NOT HAVE BEEN MORE PISSED ABOUT HOW THAT SHOW ENDED!!! i will not go into details other than to say i was so let down. the character grace is in her forties, single, doesn't believe in god. she gets a last chance angel named earl who tries to help win her over to god. Grace comes from a catholic family and she is the only one who doesn't believe. she lost a sister in the Oklahoma City bombing. she is detective. anyway, once again the character is a strong female who can take care of herself and use a gun and doesn't believe in god. this time though there are more questions about why if there is a god does he let bad things happen, and questions about faith, and all the rules. i really like how the writers on the show dealt with the answers. i personally think they did a good job speaking to believers and nonbelievers alike. i don't like talking about religion with most people because most people don't know how to have a conversation without being illogical or disrespectful or a handful of other what have yous. i like to think i'm a spiritual person open to getting answers from all walks of life. i don't question things too often because i just don't see the point. i live up to a moral code that i feel is sufficient. i love grace's devil may care attitude and how she loves life and her friends, and will do anything for them. she has family issues, who doesn't, but in the end as selfish as she may seem she is actually very selfless. stupid rushed canceled ending. i was literally in tears i was so mad and dissapointed and sad about the ending. that show comforted me in a way because i felt like i was getting answers to questions i didn't know i had and then the ending....blah.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, and may i add my most favorite. Buffy Summers!!! if you've met me for even five minutes there is a good chance you know of my love for all things Buffy. She is the ultimate female character in strength. She actually does not believe in using guns (because generally speaking you can't kill a demon with a bullet. FYI). and the thing i love the most maybe is that she is not crazy smart. she is just an average girl trying to survive and figure out what she wants to do with her life (you know, besides being the chosen one and all that) and be happy. all i want is to be happy in life. it's all my dad wanted for me and i promised him that i would be happy and there is no way i'm letting him down. as far as the religion aspect goes, well hello, she literally wrestles her demons. religion is not really directly discussed on the show, it's usually done in metaphor. but, crazy awesome super well written metaphor. love love love that show. and pretty much all things Joss Whedon.&lt;br /&gt;i started this blog two nights and some odd glasses of wine ago. i was in a differnet frame of mind that night than i am now. i'm happier tonight than i was monday night. my neck is killing me and  i'm tired and those are my biggest problems at the moment. i know that won't last but for now it feels really good to just feel happy and content. i wonder how long i can carry on with this good feeling. i'm going to try and make it last through the weekend. maybe i'll even start watching the Buffy series again. I haven't watched if for a few years, i think it's time for a refresher.&lt;br /&gt;so, i guess no point really other than, yay happiness.&lt;br /&gt;hope you are all happy tonight as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-6248133929688556638?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/feeds/6248133929688556638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422537796833687072&amp;postID=6248133929688556638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/6248133929688556638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/6248133929688556638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/2010/06/change-of-subject.html' title='Change of Subject'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10957995403990147649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-8533981266051446308</id><published>2010-06-17T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:42:38.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Summing Up of the Day....</title><content type='html'>So last night i did infact go out for a few drinks at a friends house, then came home and blogged which left me feeling pretty tired most of the day. but like any great champ i totally nailed this day in awesomeness. i got my first bday text from my brother a little after 7:30am, thanks alot for that brother! was able to get back to sleep for a bit then woke up just before 9:30am. first thing i did was grab a cold soda and check my facebook, of course! so much birthday love! it all makes me feel so good and so loved. thank you all! i checked my facebook so many times throughout the day, it was a lot of fun reading everything. anyway, after checking fb i had to hurry up and meet my friend Laura who i walk with on thursdays. We did a slightly shorter version of our walk today because i wanted to be sure i was home in time to get cleaned up so i wouldn't be late to my bday pedi. god i love those things. i recommend going to Nails Today at 21st and amidon, they do a bitchn' job for $20 bucks. grabbed some Taco Pronto on the way home (and just realized all the promoting i'm doing here. i should be getting some free tacos or something.) and then basically sat on my ass for awhile. i ment to get some housework done but i was needing a nap like crazy. i did not however take the nap because i am still a very vivacious young gal who doesn't need a nap on her 30th bday, thank you very much! had to deal with some personal stuff, nothing too serious mind you, just part of the moving on stage that comes with ending a relationship. then back to sitting on my lovely ass and finally dinner at Outback (there i go again with the promoting) with my bestest mom and brother. i also got a craft light, a knitting book called "Pints and Purls", how cute is that, and a sweet ass puzzle that has a knitting theme to it that you can be sure i'll start tomorrow. and speaking of tomorrow i will now take my sweet young vivacious self to bed, pay no attention to what time this is posted. :)&lt;br /&gt;probably not the most exciting blog ever but i thought i would share my day with everyone because dispite the lack of drama and excitement, this really turned out to be one of the good ones. if i came off sounding like i was scard or apprehensive about turning 30 i didn't mean to. i was anxious a few weeks ago but now i'm good and i expect nothing but smooth sailing. so be sure to sail on with me! ha! how corny was that, i couldn't resist. that was for you Beth D.&lt;br /&gt;good night all, don't forget to leave a comment or two if you wish.&lt;br /&gt;camille&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-8533981266051446308?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/feeds/8533981266051446308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422537796833687072&amp;postID=8533981266051446308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/8533981266051446308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/8533981266051446308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/2010/06/quick-summing-up-of-day.html' title='A Quick Summing Up of the Day....'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10957995403990147649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-5149658190841951575</id><published>2010-06-16T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T23:11:22.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quick and Dirty</title><content type='html'>It is 12:48am on June 17th 2010, which means.......I am 30!!!!!! For better or for worse this is where i am in my life now whether i like it or not. i choose both. liking it and not liking it that is. two weeks ago i made the decision to break up with a man that i love more than anything, but it turns out that we want different things in life which was actually not a surprise to me. in hingsight i guess i always knew that our relationship came with a expiration date. ask me if that made things easier. NO. it did not. i do think (hope) the hardest part is over, all the tears tear tears. i do not want to start dating yet but i am ready to keep on going on with my life. go me. has anyone seen the movie "julie and julia"?  i watched that movie with my mom - whom i live with - just the other night. we both liked it. shocking you may think. well, the julie lady in the movie is in a job that she hates but she needs and it pay the bills, similary i can relate. she just turns thirty in the movie and is semi-lost about her career. relating again. she has a (according to the movie version) wonderful husband, cannot relate.&lt;br /&gt;this may be the first time reading my blog for some people for others they may be thinking, hey it's about time we've been telling you forever to start writing again!!&lt;br /&gt;well, let me explain two things. first, i will not lie, i am a bit of a narcissist and don't hate the attention. second, the reason it has taken me so long to get back into writing/blogging is because i always felt like i needed a topic/theme/plot what have you. and with my new found decade now freshly upon me i guess i found my default topic.....me. well, duh!! you would think. to which i would have responded, who the hell wants to hear about my life. and to which i would answer, i still don't know. but, in this day and age i figure as long as i keep it about myself and my life and my goals and take it a day/year at a time i just might find a fan or two.&lt;br /&gt;and that ladies and gentlemen is the topic/theme. here we are day one, just turned 30 an hour ago. i live with my mom, i am three credit hours away from my associates degree, i LOVE knitting, i LOVE painting, these are things i would like to make a living doing somehow. but, i also know i have to be practical. so, my goal for year one in this "new blog" is to finish my associate degree. baby steps you know, i only have six months till the end of the year and according to just about everyone of my smart ass friends (who i absolutly could not live without!!) i need to take it easy in my new fragile state. HA!&lt;br /&gt;so the story will continue from here but please go back and read my old blogs, some of them are pretty good i think. oh, and i have to admit that i did finally try sushi. i was feeling exceptionally brave one night at sumo. stay tuned! and please please please leave feed back. i want to hear it all. good, bad, and down right nasty. tell a friend to read also. i'm on facebook and so is my knitting sight. The Pattern Pub. look it up.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FUCKING 30TH TO ME!!!! HOLY SHIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-5149658190841951575?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/feeds/5149658190841951575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422537796833687072&amp;postID=5149658190841951575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/5149658190841951575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/5149658190841951575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/2010/06/quick-and-dirty.html' title='The Quick and Dirty'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10957995403990147649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-4958818032217735270</id><published>2009-04-19T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:47:11.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So earlier tonight on facebook i set my status to say, "i want to blog tonight and i'm looking for a topic. suggestions?" well, due to the overwhelming response of two people (it was rather late when i posted it so i'm really not trying to be snarky :) i will definitely address the topics they brought up. first, one of my absolute dearest friends, sarah fellows-oaks, wished that i should let everyone know what an amazing friend she is to me. since i couldn't agree more i will now state it for all to know that infact sarah fellows-oaks is probably one of the best friends a person could ask for. i met sarah Jan. of 01. that was when i started working at chili's. we hit it off instantly if i recall. sarah and i have been through some rough times, i won't get into her personal specifics but i'd like to think that i was there for her during a rough patch and she was definitely there for me through all of mine. we've also had our own personal rough times. i remember coming home from KC once when we were roommates to find my room in disaray and more then a couple pairs of my shoes thrown up into a tree. details aside and in hindsight, i now realize that what she did she did out of love. i was about to make a huge mistake and in her own unique way she stopped me from doing that. lately i've had a fallen out with another person i considered a really close friend, and in light of what's been happening in my life i've come to realize that the friendships i have are incredibly important to me. so, sarah, you may have been joking when you said that i should blog about how awesome you are but, the truth is you have always been a true friend to me. you have always been honest with me even when i didn't want to hear it and you did it in a way that was tactful. i honestly feel like i can be myself around you and not have to fake anything. i am truely grateful for your friendship. thank you, and i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on from all that sappy stuff :) my friend randy also had a few suggestions for me that i will address one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;1) as far as writing another short story goes i plan on doing it. i wish i had more time to sit and write but it's hard for me to write unless "inspiration" strikes or i'm at work or class when i don't have the proper time to give it what i need.&lt;br /&gt;2) uh, here's a fun fact. since i've started working at the library i've come to realize that you can check out movies and cd's. i guess in a way i've always known this but the great thing about it now is that you can check out up to 8 cd's for free, burn/download them to your computer and burn/download them to your ipod or whatever. all for free if you get them returned on time. um....AWESOME. what a money saver. i started a list of holds for cd's i want that i don't have to buy. i really love the pop folk music like james morrison, amos lee, and ray lamontagne so if anyone has any suggestions i'd love to hear them!&lt;br /&gt;3) as far as dog stories go, matt just adopted a new puppie from the cowley county humane society. his name is chuck and he is an absolute doll. we don't know what the father was but the mother was an australian sheep herder, so naturally we gave him an australian accent mate. he is pretty much scared of everything at this point but he's is slowly coming around. i'll post some pictures of him on facebook soon.&lt;br /&gt;4) i am crazy excited for my upcoming hiking trip. however, i am crazy out of shape still. i thought i would be in a better workout routine by now but alas i still have not developed one. matt is thinking we should hike about 15 miles a day, which is reasonable, except for the fact that i may die. i need to seriously get ready for this trip. we're planning a trip to colorado to do some hiking/camping which i think will give me a good indicator as to where i am physically. i am not looking forward to the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i started this i had a lot more energy, but as it is i'm wiped. so i will leave you all with a few thoughts. while i like/love my job i wouldn't turn down anything that is full time, benefits a plus, and of course pays well. i have many skills, let me know if you know of anything.&lt;br /&gt;i also bartend for weddings or other events, if anyone needs that particular set of skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, i love getting feed back so please let me know what you think, what you want to hear or not hear. thanks for reading, i really will try harder to do this more often. now upon saying that it will probably be months before i'm back. NO! i refuse. oh, one last thought. i'm planning on keeping a daily journal for my trip starting with the trip to colorado over memorial weekend. i will do my best to keep that updated. i also told matt that he has to remind/force me to write something everyday so if i do fail it's really his fault. :) ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;Camille&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-4958818032217735270?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/feeds/4958818032217735270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422537796833687072&amp;postID=4958818032217735270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/4958818032217735270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/4958818032217735270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-earlier-tonight-on-facebook-i-set-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10957995403990147649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-6149930200376756946</id><published>2009-03-23T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:04:25.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i'm not sure what tonights topic is going to be about. If i had to guess right now i'd say this is gonna be pretty random. So, I'll start with what's on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Friends. I love them. What would I do without them. Well, this week I would have been in a better mood maybe. Fuck man. the truth is a hard thing to hear, but it's especially hard when you already know the truth and without asking someone feels the need to drive your insecurites home. i've been bummed out since saturday night. i know it will eventually pass but right now i'm just sad. you get to the point where there isn't a point in arguing or even trying to reason with a person because they are telling you how irrational or defensive you are being when really i could barely get a  word in edgewise. P.S. i am an angry person and i get defensive. i also hate holding shit in so if something comes up i'm the kind of person who will get "worked up" about something for about 10 min (sometimes it will take all night, but that particular bitchfest was probably planned)  or so till i'm done venting. but, when i'm done venting...i'm done. so, as a warning label to any potential friends out there, beware, when attacked i tend to get defensive. i haven't maimed anyone yet but apparently it's just a matter of time. i guess i should also thank all of you out there who have found it in you to be my friend however difficult i am. WOW! thank you all for attending my pity party. whoosh. i had to get that off my chest, and coinsidently i am now pretty much over it. also, it was in no way directed at anyone who reads my blog. i don't think the person who this is in reference to reads this. at least i think. moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking for workout tips and healthy eating tips. lay it on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a lot of really good responses to my story. thank you all for reading it. i was at a stand still with it but i think i can take it further now. anyone who hasn't read it and would like to, it is posted on my facebook page under my Notes. for anyone who has read it, it hasn't changed i will let you know when/if it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a rocking spring break. mom and i did a lot of shit around the house that i know she's been wanting to do for awhile. we had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that's really about it. i'd love to hear some feedback about this or any other postings. till next time......i'll keep being awesome if you keep being awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-6149930200376756946?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/feeds/6149930200376756946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422537796833687072&amp;postID=6149930200376756946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/6149930200376756946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/6149930200376756946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-im-not-sure-what-tonights-topic-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10957995403990147649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-276478106828881841</id><published>2009-03-04T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:27:59.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first and foremost, i totally remembered my original password just out of the blue the other day. and let me just say it was completely random and it's amazing i ever remembered it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;second, i finished my story for my creative writing class. i would post a link here for it but i'm not quite sure how to properly link something from my Microsoft Word to here (HELP). in the mean time i will try to post it as a note on facebook, so look for it there. i have already turned it in for class, will hopefully get some feedback from that special group of people by next thursday (3/12). but, i still want feedback from anyone else who wants to lay it out there. a few people have said that i should keep working on it and try to get it published which to me means, dolla dolla bills ya'll. i'm sorry that was out of line. but, i do like money. so, please give me your free thoughts so that i may make a buck in these tough financial times ;)&lt;br /&gt;third, i think my back up car, the Taurus(which really doesn't even deserve a capital T), is starting to overheat. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;fourth, i was pondering on what to write about for my next (this) blog. one of the things i thought about was the amazing, AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, lack of driving skills most people in Wichita have. i got my first speeding ticket ever about a month ago. why a month ago? is it becasuse i never speed? infatically no. or is it because i tend to keep my head out of my ass when i drive? i think yes. now, i'm not perfect(you heard it here first folks), but i do know the basics and fundamentals. believe me this will be it's own post someday and i will warn you now that it will be so full of profanity that you may need to question your own moral center before reading it. you've been warned. it's coming.&lt;br /&gt;5th. if you can count to ten then you can find a book in the Non-Fiction section of the library. leave me alone i want to listen to my iPod. by the way, check out the podcast "Uhh Yeah Dude". super funny.&lt;br /&gt;6th. i didn't even have 6th until about 20 seconds ago when my sister just drunk called me. i have so many questions now. alas, i could not understand anything other than KU lost tonight (bummer) and that she really reallly realllllllllly reaaaaaaaalllllly loves me. shift the slurs where you must. i love you too seester!!&lt;br /&gt;7th. i've had several people comment to me about reading my last post but i have had only one person, Houng (shout out), leave a comment. um.........i'm gonna go ahead and speak to everyone with my big girl pants on. i wear them quite frequently. please leave me some feedback because i am in the dark here. oh and how could i forget, shout out RandyH and KristenE. let me know what you think. what direction should i take this in. should it be directed? i love feedback and i can't a)get better or b)change anything without the info.&lt;br /&gt;8th)there was an 8 when i started the 7. it's gone now. i'm on my way to facebook to Note my story. check it out. wear your big kid pants when you leave feedback becasue i want to know.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;if i don't say it enough i want to say it now. i love you all. tell your friends about me. if you think i'm worthy. if not, ...tell me why.&lt;br /&gt;loves&lt;br /&gt;Camille&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-276478106828881841?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/feeds/276478106828881841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422537796833687072&amp;postID=276478106828881841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/276478106828881841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/276478106828881841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-and-foremost-i-totally-remembered.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10957995403990147649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-4660914843828340311</id><published>2009-02-22T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:43:43.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you're still reading this, you are beyond awesome.</title><content type='html'>I just read my last blog. What a bunch of crap. I just now had to reset my password to even log on becasue i couldn't remember the first one. I will say this, I remember that it was a pretty obscure passoword and I thought I should give myself a pat on the back for coming up with it, but to be honest I think I just looked at the magazine on the chair next to me at the time and went with a pretty close veriation of it. God I'm a freaking genious. But, back to the whole me not blogging for months. I don't really have a good excuse other than laziness and forgetfulness. I also partly just have no idea what to blog about. I've worried about getting too personal, which holds me back, and then i worry about being to vague and uninteresting and that holds me back. What i've come to realize is this, not only will i never be (hopefully) any kind of celebrity blogger, i don't want to be. so, the only other thing i know how to write about is me. once upon a time, say early 2000ish, i told my mom in an offhand sort of way that i wanted to do a documentary someday. about myself maybe. i will never forget what she said.... wait for it...." who would be interested in seeing a movie about your life?" ouch. ok, but, she wasn't saying this to be hurtful. in fact she's quite right. and that's what i've thought about so much. but again, here's what i've come to either understand, accept, give in to, 'other', or a combination of all....i may not have the most interesting life, but i can write it like i do :) short of that i can bitch and moan about things and probably always find at least one person who will take my side if necessary. and to that i say, vindication. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up the last few months.......Matt and I are still together. if i'm going to stay true to this new leaf i've turned i will start with saying that i have really held back writing about my relationship for several reasons. 1. whatever is written down is somehow always permanent. especially this day and age (thank you Facebook for making the world even more paranoid than it was). 2. i've always been kinda supersticious. in this case i worry that writing about my relationship will somehow doom it. so, point in fact, if matt and i end up breaking up ever in the history of the world i now blame all the rest of the world. 3. i'm sure there are more points, like an actual 3 possibly even a 4 and 5 but i'm just gonna jump ahead and come back to those when and if i see fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we are doing good. we have our problems as any couple does, but i'd say overall we are pretty solid. a few weeks ago we booked a trip to hike/camp the Tahoe Rim Trail at Lake Tahoe. it's 165 miles of hiking, we are hoping to do it within 12 to 14 days. during this time, i will probably experience some of the most disgusting times in my life. for instance, i don't know when or if i'll be able to shower, we are bringing a spade to dig holes for pooing, just those two things alone sound bad right? well, here is by far the worst. two weeks...two freaking weeks of not being able to shave my legs. roll your eyes if you must, but for me having shaved legs is a girly thing. i am not and have never been (save but for a few possible times) a "girly girl". shaving my legs is one of those things that makes me feel sexy and womanly. i don't generally give a damn about makeup, but hairy ass legs? aggghh. this trip also means no "sexy time" for at least the amount of time we are camping. i would love to say that given the degree of severe lack of hygiene that that wouldn't even be an issue but there will probably be some point along the trail where matt does something really sexy, like save my life from a rabid opossum, or keep me from falling off a cliff, or a million other clumsy things i can and will probably do to injure myself, and in these times, as gross as i am, i will still want to make "sexy time", because i just can't help but finding him sexy. he thinks that's weird, i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, there is still plenty more to go on here, but i'm starting to get drowsy. i will not promise to be back at any certain time because i've already failed once on that. so let's just say....keep your fingers crossed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i also have a request. this semester i am taking a creative writing class. i have to write a short story for the first half of the semester and a poem for the second half. i haven't finished the story yet but i'm getting close. i am thinking about posting it to get some feed back. but more importantly when it comes time to turn in a poem i was thinking of submitting my poem "Girl". that's my unofficial title to the one and only poem i've posted on this blog. if you are so inclined, it is titled as one of my archives, thursday april 3rd(?, i already forgot, but that's at least close) it also starts by saying, whatever it's friday. then it goes into the poem, once there was a girl, any girl.... i am asking anyone who would be willing to take a moment to maybe read it and get back to me on it. i am a huge fan of constructive criticism, i am a big girl and would love to hear some honest feed back from people that i actually give a damn about before i submit something so personal to a class full of jackasses. if you take me up on this the things i would like you to look for are personal reactions, a little bit of grammer, a little bit of puncutation, and just an overall thought on it. i'm terrible with the grammer, spelling, and puncuation of things so if you feel like getting all down and dirty then i warn you your efforts are sadly wasted on me. that's what editors are for. :) but please, say or comment how you see fit.&lt;br /&gt;so, i leave you now with a strong hope that i will be back much much sooner than the last time. if you are reading this, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Camille&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-4660914843828340311?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/feeds/4660914843828340311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422537796833687072&amp;postID=4660914843828340311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/4660914843828340311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/4660914843828340311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-read-my-last-blog.html' title='if you&apos;re still reading this, you are beyond awesome.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10957995403990147649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-5531452063014658897</id><published>2008-11-07T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:39:53.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here's the thing, i could easily say i've been busy or that i haven't come up with anything to write about,...but, both would be a lie. part of it is that i've just been lazy, part is that i've gotten back into a relationship (which is time consuming, especially when you don't have internet at work!!!!!!), and part is because this is a horrible time of year for me and i've only kinda just now gotten my sense of humor back. i'd like to give a big shout out to Kristen, because i think we both know how awesome we are, it's just unfortunate that we don't have more time for our awesomeness to coinside.&lt;br /&gt;Point is, i think i'm back. i've jotted down a few things that may be a bit dated by now, but i'm just gonna keep going with the whole, "i don't care if you don't care" attitude. and that is putting it nicely. i'm hoping that i'll be posting something new again every few weeks or so, but who knows this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully more very soon.&lt;br /&gt;and for some of you, see you at bigs tommorrow around 9ish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-5531452063014658897?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/feeds/5531452063014658897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422537796833687072&amp;postID=5531452063014658897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/5531452063014658897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/5531452063014658897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-heres-thing-i-could-easily-say-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10957995403990147649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-8362105524039283420</id><published>2008-09-18T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:08:34.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A short list of things I have otherwise learned not to do after drinking,..yet continue to do regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. After getting home from a long night of drinking I find it a good idea to have at least one more(some times 2 if I haven't yet passed out) alcoholic beverage. It &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;turns out that this is a bad idea yet some how I always seem to not remember that. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;2.Once or twice I may have "flipped the bitch switch" after too many drinks and had no clue what-so-ever that a "conversation" had taken place till put in the awkward position to explain myself the next day and wondering if that ment how I got home, how I got in this person's house, or worse what I ment by what I said the night before. ????????? crap.&lt;br /&gt;3. Play volleyball on Sunday, although I was 99.9% sure I was going to vomit last Sunday, the fact of the matter is, I did not. And I totally rocked a badass serve against some oldies. Immediantley afterwards I went back to feeling like I might vomit. (Again though, I did not. Champ.)&lt;br /&gt;4.DO NOT EVER try to clean up after your dog it's he/she has been sick and you have been out drinking. This just leads to a much bigger mess.&lt;br /&gt;5.Bar time is 2am for a reason. If you can get to where you are going at or close to this time and get to bed within 30 min of arrival, after maybe eating some Ramen or leftover burrito/steak/week old whatever was in your fridge, whatever, then you are pretty much golden. If on the other hand you choose to stay up drinking and blogging, or watching a show on your DVR, or crying about god knows what because you're wasted, or doing drugs(which for the record I do not do. True statement.), or who knows what else. If you fail to make the appropriate bedtime and feel like you need to do nothing but sleep the next day, then wake up for a solid 45min before needing a nap, then indeed you broke bar time and things not to do after drinking. Drinker beware.&lt;br /&gt;6. Addemdum to number 5, sexy time after 2 am is always ok, because as long as you're being active you won't feel bad the next day about that 2lb burrito you ate. And hey, you got laid.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-8362105524039283420?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/feeds/8362105524039283420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422537796833687072&amp;postID=8362105524039283420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/8362105524039283420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/8362105524039283420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/2008/09/short-list-of-things-i-have-otherwise.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10957995403990147649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-8321211477453325348</id><published>2008-08-24T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T03:25:25.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you there, waiting for a drink.</title><content type='html'>I realize that my blog is titled "Can I get you a drink?" I feel as if I should clarify where I got that title before i get to far along. The title is in reference to something my dad would always say whenever my sisters or i would bring a guy over, or really anyone who ever entered our house. he loved everyone and always made them feel welcome. however, this next segment is not about making people feel welcome, it's about the funny/stupid/annoying/painfully annoying/idiotic things people do while waiting for a drink at the bar or while ordering/paying for their drink. please do enjoy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: can i get my tab?&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah what's the last name on it?&lt;br /&gt;guy: it's the one with the smiley face on it.&lt;br /&gt;(i look at him with a "really? are you that fucking stupid to think i'm going to search through over 60 cards looking for your smiley face card mr. name i still don't know... but instead i say, with sterness)&lt;br /&gt;me:really? i need a last name?(i want to punch him in the face a little, but then it turned out that he tipped really super well, so i forgave his silliness.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl:(pounding on bar when i'm seriously beyond busy) i've been waiting for over 30 minutes for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;me:(i want to say, really have you been timing it? if so, let's see how long it takes for you to give up and go away. but i was really super busy so instead i just ignored her.  i still don't know if she got her drink and i super don't care.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: do you want to just leave it open, there's a $10 limit on cards?&lt;br /&gt;guy: no, go ahead and run it.&lt;br /&gt;me: you're only at $6 dollars, i can't run it. not my rule sorry.&lt;br /&gt;guy: no, run it, it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;me: no, really i can't. and won't. buy a shot or something.&lt;br /&gt;guy: can you just run my card?&lt;br /&gt;me:(this is where i roll my eyes and walk away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, there are a ton more stories to tell, most probably better than these but i've worked 25 hours  in 2 days with less than 6 hours sleep so i'll call this a to be continued...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-8321211477453325348?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/feeds/8321211477453325348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422537796833687072&amp;postID=8321211477453325348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/8321211477453325348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/8321211477453325348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-there-waiting-for-drink.html' title='you there, waiting for a drink.'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10957995403990147649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-4637001016785756227</id><published>2008-08-16T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T02:17:37.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan passed the torch</title><content type='html'>So, what is probably not that big of a deal for most people for me has just turned into the event of the season. I'm making a mountain out of a mole hill here but hey I've always been creative. Just this past Tuesday I was having drinks with a friend and he told me that our other friend was probably not going to have his annual party because of low attendance. Well, I will admit that in all the many years I've been invited I have only attended once. 2005 I believe it was, and whilest I was only there a short time it turns out that it was quite memorable for myself and my now boyfriend whom at the time we didn't really talk but totally noticed each othere. But I digress. The party is the "Catholic School Kids Party" and it's open to anyone that I or Dan decide to invite. If I weren't me and reading this right now I know I'd be thinking, "Damn, what could I possibly do to get invited to such a prestigious event?" Well, I can't speak for Dan, but I know that I like Sam Adams Light, and beer in general. I'm pretty sure Dan is a fan of beer and fine whiskey, at least on the float trip he is :) Once I have more details to share the evites will be sent out accordingly. A heads up, uniforms are a must. Authentic is much prefered (cause it shows how hardcore and ligit you are) but not mandatory. But again I need to run all this by the godfather, Dan, before I get too ahead of myself. I leave you with that thought of hoping against hope that you can attend. I hope so too, because I really like Sam Adams Light, I'm not against bribes.&lt;br /&gt;Yours in jest,&lt;br /&gt;Camille&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-4637001016785756227?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/feeds/4637001016785756227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422537796833687072&amp;postID=4637001016785756227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/4637001016785756227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/4637001016785756227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/2008/08/dan-passed-torch.html' title='Dan passed the torch'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10957995403990147649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-8897972775122778520</id><published>2008-08-13T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T01:43:10.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And we're caught up...</title><content type='html'>So that's it for now. I hope you liked what you read, if so let me know. Otherwise, I could pretend like I care but that's just a waste of time. If you really want to read more, all my blogs are on my myspace. I will admit some of them are pretty boring/lame, I only posted the ones I thought were particularly good or that I had gotten positive feed back on. My plan is to be funny and witty and to actually post at least 3 times a month if not more but knowing me the way I do I'd say 3 is pretty realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get more indepthy next time. and just so everyone out there knows, i'm a terrible speller. TERRIBLE. i will try to look up words but sometimes i just won't care. i'm not a big fan of capitalization either. if you can't figure out what i'm saying this way i don't know how caps will help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, till next time&lt;br /&gt;Camille&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-8897972775122778520?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/feeds/8897972775122778520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422537796833687072&amp;postID=8897972775122778520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/8897972775122778520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/8897972775122778520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-were-caught-up.html' title='And we&apos;re caught up...'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10957995403990147649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-8166505870872641398</id><published>2008-08-13T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T01:36:38.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>archive</title><content type='html'>Loves and Hates&lt;br /&gt;Before i get to my loves and hates i want to say a little something about today. Memorial Day. Um...if you don't know my dad passed away almost 7 months ago, it has been an on again off again suck fest ever since. We went out to the cemetary today and it was so fucking horrible. All cancer is bad, obviously, but i just want to remind people that tanning is not a good thing. Melanoma is a very very serious concern. Wear sunscreen!! and the next time you see me and feel like you need to remind about how pasty white i am, don't. cause i know. it's not an accident. i am very proud to be tan free and also smoke free now for seven months also. if i can quit i swear to god you can. and i pretty much hate people like me who say shit like that so you know it's ligit. (thank you MC Hammer)&lt;br /&gt;so moving on to my loves and hates. H, the foil around a bottle of wine after i bite my nails, cause then it's really hard to get off, unless they have the starter tab like on milk, which i like cause then it's easier to think that you're drinking something healthy :) i love grapes. H, slow ass drivers and people that drive exactly (stress on that word) the speed limit. i have no time for you people becasue with any luck your stupid ass isn't blocking me in, and if you are you should definitly check your rearview mirror cause i'm probably cussing you out big time. H, bossy people, don't try to take over my shit. it's my shit. i got it covered. only want advice when i ask for it. unsolicited advice is like telling someone, "hey, i like your shirt, but that's not how i would wear it. do this instead." pfft to you people. H, being asked a million times, "what's wrong?" and responding "nothing" cause there is nothing wrong but no one believes you. one night of being introspective and suddenly there's a problem. L, Libby and Josh Weed, without them i probably would not have survived this last float trip. L, float trips. L nature. who woulda thunk. but the fact of the matter is most of the time i feel so nonconnected to the world and i'm risking sounding horribly cliche here but getting out in nature is a good way to reconnect. although it can be more difficult with a group of twenty people. L, having a big group disscussion about hand jobs with a group of twenty people on a float trip. funniest shit ever. you can only wish you were there. L, singing in a band and hearing lyrics that i wrote over ten years ago be put to music, excuse me while i wipe away a tear. L, how i am feeling right now. can't share publicly what it is that is making my so happy but will share as soon as i can. H, keeping my own secrets (but am crazy good at keeping other peoples secrets). L, my dog. H, that she hates wearing clothes, i swear to god she is lucky she is as awesome as she is becasue annie and i are always trying to put that bitch in clothes and she is so not having it. L, the fact that melanie and i are friends again. i didn't talk to one of my best friends for about 4 months because of a fight we were in, but we have make up and it's awesome and we are going to celebrate the Sex and the City movie all kinds of proper this Saturday (let me know if you want to come!!!)&lt;br /&gt;So there are some of my L's (loves((by the way)), and H's (hate's(i assume you caught on to that)) hope you enjoyed. i forgot how much i miss blogging. it 's the best way to bitch without having to see people roll their eyes at you.&lt;br /&gt;love and rainbows and kisses to all, ("wouldn't it be weird if i were actually like that" - Scrubs)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-8166505870872641398?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-1212084491282030064</id><published>2008-08-13T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T01:35:48.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F@#%$#* sushi</title><content type='html'>Surprisingly I got many a kudos for this blog and they were all from sushi lovers...go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, April 16, 2008&lt;br /&gt;F@%$% SUSHI&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I freaking get it every one out there but me likes sushi. well blah blah blah. let me just go ahead and give you sushi lovers a little insight. 1st of all we live in wichita f-ing kansas, so no matter how fresh they tell you it is, IT ISN'T! second, people some how take for granted that i know what i like. so here and now i go on record saying I DON'T LIKE SUSHI. i will now tell you why i don't like sushi. when i was about 3 or 4 ish yrs. old (yes i remember like yesterday) i was forced, yes forced to finish my dinner which consisted of eating i think cod fish. i don't know this for fact but from what i know now, and from what i can piece together, it seems cod. so, before i could leave the table and go play with my friend emily i had to finish my fish dinner. i was literally in tears. to this day i have no idea why. i apparently was born with a bias against fish and still to this day i am perfectly ok  with that. so to all you sushi lovers out there, i commend you on your bravery to eat not so fresh fish in the middle of the USA. bravo. but, it is not for me so please never ever tell me again just how awesome raw fish is, because really,....i don't give a crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-1212084491282030064?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-4103831231538514679</id><published>2008-08-13T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T01:30:31.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>archive</title><content type='html'>CAN’T SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;come tomorrow morning, or actually, come a few hours from now i'm really going to hate a lot of things. for instance, it is currently 12:13 am and my ass is wide awake. already hating that. i have to be at work at 8:30am and as it is i'm kinda hating my job. oh, before i go much farther the reason i am awake is because i can not get my damn head to shut off. seriously, every thought a person could have i'm having. it's a random stream of conscienceness which sucks because i'd really love to be sleeping right now. i can't even concentrate on a book. i know i warned everyone about my spelling but because of the severe randomness of tonight i rewarn you all again. anyway, i figure i'm just going to type a bunch of nonsense until i can finally fall asleep. oh where to begin. i haven't forgot about my list of books, they are coming, however, i am currently trying to motivate myself to get started on two papers that i have for classes, a test to type, and probably some other shit too that i continue to put off because i apparently am in love with procrastination. it's funny, i read all these books about people who have done great things, i have friends who are doing great things or are at least more productive then i am, all this inspiration around me and yet i am about as unmotivated as they come. i'm still waiting for that big kick in the ass to come. i'm glad everyone seems to like my last blog also. i wrote that in my intro to lit class. i changed a few lines when i blogged it but whatever i'm allowed to do that. again, funny thing is, i really don't think i'm a very good writer unless i'm writing about myself, then (obviously) i can go on forever. so if you are still with me now i am impressed. i haven't gone back over this yet to reread it but i'm sure it is just a bunch of blahblahblahblah. thanks for sticking it out thus far. i'm still wide awake. i was talking about work earlier i think, and how i'm starting to hate it. for those of you who don't know, i am a paraeducator. a teacher's assistant or something like that. basically i work with special needs kids. please don't think that makes me a good person because to be honest with you, there are days when i just want to start punching kids in the face. i could have a better day talking to a wall sometimes. the only training i received going into this was watching a video on blood born pathagens. basically, were gloves if you have to touch something gross, and don't touch kids in bad ways. to which i say, no shit sherlock. however, i have learned alot in the last two years of doing this, for starters i know that i never want to teach even if i am "good with kids". i have no patience. none. once i have exhausted my options of what i know to get a kid to learn i find myself getting incredibly annoyed. i hate being that person. and yet here i am still awake, all be it finally starting to get tired, knowing that tomorrow i am going to be one seriously cranky bitch. be glad you don't have to do fourth grade math with me. oh, does anyone pop their jaw religiously? i do, and it's starting to hurt, but i can't stop doing it. i just do it without even thinking and it's giving me the worst headaches ever. i just found myself staring off into space, i think that is finally my cue to go to bed. if you lasted this long, then maybe you can't sleep either, or maybe you are a bit of a massocist(one of those words i'm not looking up, you know what i mean, fuck it i'm tired now, i'm not going to look it up), whatever your reason, i hope you enjoyed something from this.&lt;br /&gt;as my dear daddy used to say, good night, sleep tight, and don't let the bed bugs bite!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-4103831231538514679?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/feeds/4103831231538514679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422537796833687072&amp;postID=4103831231538514679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/4103831231538514679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/4103831231538514679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/2008/08/archive.html' title='archive'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10957995403990147649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-1762088333134559255</id><published>2008-08-13T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T01:29:27.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from the archives still</title><content type='html'>Thursday, April 03, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, its Friday&lt;br /&gt;         Once there was a girl, any girl.  Blonde hair, blue eyes, slender, more than pretty but not quite gorgeous. She looked like she was anywhere between 20-23 when infact she was turning 28 on her next birthday. For all the things she knew about herself, she was still a mystery because of all the things she didn’t know and never would. She thought of herself as smart, not intelligent. Mature but not sophisticated. She felt like maybe she was falling in love, but found that she was keeping her distance. She thinks she is better than most people, but not the best there is. She doesn’t really like people, unless you are her people. She is a realist and a dreamer. She is not good at being responsible, but she has many responsibilites that she takes care of. She has friends that she trusts with her whole heart and soul and can tell them anything, but feels like they really won’t ever understand her. But really how could they be expected to understand when she herself doesn’t understand. She didn’t think she was afraid of failure but she has never put herself into a postition to REALLY fail.  She wants to go out and experience life but finds making the neccesary sacrifices harder then they should be. She’s mad at the world because she is mad at herself. She is not you, she doesn’t want your life. She doesn’t always want her own life but it is always better then the alternative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-1762088333134559255?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/feeds/1762088333134559255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422537796833687072&amp;postID=1762088333134559255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/1762088333134559255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/1762088333134559255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-archives-still.html' title='from the archives still'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10957995403990147649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422537796833687072.post-5173656323998728535</id><published>2008-08-13T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T01:26:28.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to start with my first blog i posted on myspace and then post some others that i find to be funny or poignant or witty...&lt;br /&gt;So, oldies but goodies to start, then we move on to more resent times. I'm not sure when i posted the last blog that i'm copying on to here, but for the sake of a time line today is technically 08-13-08 at 3:24am, sucks for me because i like, nay, love sleeping but....please do enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st blog ever. Current mood: pissed off&lt;br /&gt;So, i don’t quite know how this whole blogging thing works. Tell you what, i have about a million things running through my mind at any given moment. I often wonder, why the fuck would anyone care about what i have to say. then i think, why the fuck do i care about what others think. oh conundrum conundrum. by the way, spelling is not my greatest strength. i know that, and from here on out it’s just gonna have to be one of those things you accept now, forever hold your peace, or in a very polite way say, ’hey, Camille i think you spell the word (insert word here) like this’. the impolite way would be to say, hey stupid pick up a fucking dictionary. cause i know i could, but sometimes i really just don’t give a damn. i’m going to bed now, but.... i think there will be a lot more blogging to come in the future. hope everyone had the night they wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422537796833687072-5173656323998728535?l=canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/feeds/5173656323998728535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422537796833687072&amp;postID=5173656323998728535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/5173656323998728535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422537796833687072/posts/default/5173656323998728535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canigetyouadrink.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-going-to-start-with-my-first-blog-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10957995403990147649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gbjs6Ti8m-M/TFuVF0TpHuI/AAAAAAAAABA/c9KS5_xtNAc/S220/camille+pics+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
