When it's chilly..

So, it's been a while, yeah? Tis the season... so I figured I'd hit up my blizzzzog. A lot has changed since I last posted... let's bring you up to speed.

Since July now, I've been talking to a friend from High SchoIol. I wasn't "allowed" to talk to him when I was in a previous relationship, so we hadn't spoken in about 4 years. We started talking again, actually started out by a random text to me asking to go to Coldstone with him... unfortunately he lives 1000 miles away from me in Denver, CO. Well conveniently he text me around the time I was about to take a trip to Seattle and Denver is sort of on the way.... So on my way back from Seattle, I stop in Denver for less than 24 hours. He bought me dinner, and made me banana pancakes the next morning. I was a nervous wreck the entire time because we hadn't seen eachother in such a long time... Turns out one day wasn't enough, I planned another trip over Labor day weekend and went back. I guess you could say that was it for me... I knew I had to be with him. Luckily my work has a campus out in Denver and we had training out there. Oh yeah, I've been promoted also to a Director of Admissions at a new campus in Minnetonka. So after going out there for work, and being with him for 5 days, it kept getting harder and harder to be apart. About a month later, we had a leadership conference in Orlando, FL....what a perfect time to be together, I brought Dan with and we drove to the Gulf of Mexico. It was my first time seeing the ocean and we celebrated Halloween in Florida too. So here we are...

I used to say that I believed that everything happened for a reason, and know I KNOW it does. Whether it be good or bad, I believe that it is very true. Sounds like someone a cheese eh? Well anyway, so I got to see the ocean, I found a great man finally...what else??

Well he suprised me and drove 14 hours from Denver and stayed with me for a whole month. I am not sure of a time when I was happier than i was in those 30 days....

As I've wrote before, Atmosphere is possibly the best group alive. Represent MPLS! ha... I got to meet Slug, Aesop Rock, and Murs! Best day possibly of my life.. say hello to Christmas Card 2009.

Sunshine Sunshine

Alright, Ya'll know I'm really weird about knowing WHERE and WHEN so here we go.
June 13th: We're celebrating miss JD's 22nd birthday downtown Minneapolis. We should meet up at my place around 7-8pm and drink there for a while because it's expensive downtown. We should probably park at the MOA and take the light rail and then Cab it home from the MOA after we ride the rail back there. It'll be like 60 bucks to take a cab the whole way. (Alissa would know.) haha.
July 3rd-5th: Spooner, Wisconsin. Serious camping and drinking. Bar with Karaoke. We're tenting it bitches. It's like $25 a night which isn't bad if we split it. Lets not do the same ol' Elysian Bash this year. Once a year of seeing everyone is plenty for me. Not sure if Alissa is going to make reservations or not yet, I can if she doesnt. Let me know. Planning on leaving around 12PM on Friday and coming back sometime Sunday afternoon.
July 17-19th: Camping up north. Waiting confirmation from Jess to use her fathers Cabin, it's on like donkey kong. I want to try to get a rig to bring my dirtbike up if she still has the 4-wheeler up there we could rip up some trails. Planning on leaving also aruond 12PM Friday as well. Get up there, road it. You know the name of the game.

I'll be taking both of those Friday's off. If you cant get done super early drive alone. JK. We'll plan something.

I have a tent we can use. Pretty sure its a 4 person tent. Only used the beast once. Do you think we should bring a small grill er somethin? I don't have shit for coolers though, think my parents do though. Let me know what ya'll think.

Sin City

Boys and girls, chickens and squirrels... I present to you. My "Ode to Las Vegas!"
I just arrived back in MN yesterday, and went out to the beautiful Las Vegas to make a presentation about how I reached 50 enrollments for the Spring Quarter at work. Aside from all the presentations, I wasn't sober. God save my soul. I arrived Wednesday about 1PM Vegas time. Within 5 minutes leaving the airport, I recieved my first ever limosine ride. check it.

Had my first alcoholic beverage in Vegas in that beast. It was glorious...and free

Then I proceeded to the pool for long islands and 2 scooby snacks, and 3 captain diets. Yep at about 2:30PM I was a mess. The weather was hot and there was no humidity...and windy as hell.

After the pool side mess, we got changed, had dinner and more drinks. Lets say I ended up at the Spearmint Rhino. GOOGLE it... hahahaha My meetings didn't start until 1PM Thursday so I had time to recover.

Thank god for room service. Salad and soup...instantly recovered.

Then I met the men from London. They made my trip complete. I had a blast trying to understand their thick accents and tearing up the dance floor.

These men are the reason I must see Europe.

Lets just say the next morning was not fun, my meetings started at 8AM. I had to do my presentation at 11AM. Once that was over, I was relieved.

I had some educational information obtained in my trip at the Sigfried and Roys Secret Garden.

It was the trip I'll never forget, and I thank work for taking me there. Until next time America..

take your medicine.

Another long day of calling prospective students to get into college.

It's warm as hell outside today, and I'm stuck in here bothering people..FML.

So I haven't blizzzzogged for a while. Here's what I've been up to.

I present you.. Miss Britney Spears. I went to her concert here in Minneapolis. Forever changed my life. I cried, yep...she's sooo beautiful.

My part-time roomie is a MAJOR crafter. So I thought I'd give it a shot and make Easter Cards, apparently I got reviewed as " doing things half-assed" I think they look beautiful..especially egg moustache man.

GLORY!!!

I happen to love Moustaches, It is said the month of May is "Moustache May"

Follow these steps and you can celebrate :)

1--Keep the shaver away from the area between the nose and upper lip. Although some say if you shave more, the hair on your face becomes thicker, this is not always true.
Step2--Let the hair grow and shave around the area. Facial hair appears first at the corners of the upper lips. Then it covers the entire upper lip. As the mustache becomes thicker and more noticeable, trimming begins.
Step3--Decide what type of mustache looks best on you. Mustaches work with the size of the man's face. Smaller faces need small mustaches. More striking, larger faces need larger or more prominent design. Ask your girlfriend or sister, perhaps even your dad or mom, about what design to display under your nose. The best person to ask is your favorite hair stylist because they understand the angles and framing of the hair in relation to the face.
Step4--Tend to your mustache daily. Keep it trimmed and combed as it grows out and gets thick.

Woah...Dream Big.

Ah..

I can't wait until I am my own boss someday. Owning my own little clothing/second hand botique. Nobody to deal with but myself...ahh the life that will be amazing. Until then, I have to deal with working for other people I don't agree with.

I'm on a super big TEA kick right now, drinking WAY more than any human being should, but word on the street is...that it's good for you so why not eh?

The highlight of my week has to deal with the picture. Yep Saint Patrick's day was amazing this year. Even though it fell on a Tuesday, I survived...Barely thanks to a SUPER creepified taxi cab driver. If I could figure out how to put a video on this thing. It would be shared with the world how weird this guy was. His name should've been Abdi... I don't believe him that it wasn't either. Lieing bastard.

TGIF today and I got asked to come into work tomorrow...is that some kind of joke? If need be.. I'll office space this place and dip out early today so I can avoid saying NO! again. I mean honestly.. what a joke to ask your employees on a FRIDAY if they can work TOMORROW. There's this thing called..uhm...having a life and making plans.. wow someone's crabby today eh?

I'm a bit distraught with this whole Twitter thing. I mean what's the damn point? Update your status on facebook where your friends actually are. I could care less what Shaq or some other famous idiot is up to at this very moment.

God bless www.fmylife.com because of days like today.

PEACE

Don't tell me how to raise my dino.

The latest addition to the Classef/Jillionaire Household.

His name is Lazasaurus Rex... (Lazzy) for short.

I came across a sweet cold, so this little man's humidity helps my sore throat :) With help from LAzzy and Zicam nose things...I should be in tip-top ASAP.

As you know....I am now a double deuce (22) year old. Here's a quick peek at how the night panned out.

I also got to hit up the Fine Line Monday March 9th ( My official Date of Birth) and saw Atmosphere. Here's some of that madness....

Go Shorty..it's ya birthday!

Well I am officially twenty-two years old...today!

My boss is running around like he's Hitler and I'm some Jew he's out to get...I mean REALLY?! Can't I have ONE day where I can have a break?

I thought I should inform everyone on the current nail polish I am sportin'. It's "you dont know jacques" by OPI. At first it kind of reminded me of concrete on my fingernails, but it's cute.

I am hitting up Atmosphere and Brother Ali tonight at the Fine Line downtown Minneapolis, what a great day for them to choose to play!! Best birthday ever, as long as Alissa doesn't try and touch any waitresses we should be good!

I got my first EVER speeding ticket yesterday, 67 in a 55....looks like $130 of my tax returns will go back to the state of Minnesota....assholes.

I also made my TV debut on the FOX 9 news...check it

Sunday grocery shopping, no makeup---didn't even brush my hair. thanks for being so close to my face Fox 9.

http://www.myfoxtwincities.com/dpp/news/women_injured_in_hit_and_run_march_07_2009

Love Like Winter*

Special thanks to my Aperture Board and Afton Alps...I can hardly move today from snowboarding yesterday. Each time I ate shit, it was on ice. My knees hate life. Other than that, I'm getting waayy better and can make it down the hill now without eating it. Whoot!

I went grocery shopping today, (yeah I never get groceries) so today was interesting already. I made a list before I went so I only got what I needed. As of today I have started the Jill Diet consisting of:

Mashed Potatoes and Gravy, Salad, Tomato Soup, Turkey Sandwiches, Apples, Bananas, and Shakes. I woke up ready to go work out today, until I tried to get out of bed and could barely move. Damn shit. I have a reaseach paper to do also but I can't resist Sunday marathons of America's Next Top Model, AND the Wild play tonight. Sorry homework....you're not a priority,

woman with the tattooed hands..

Thank goodness I'm impulsive.
Atmosphere/Brother Ali + some...are playing at the Fine Line in Minneapolis on my 22nd birthday! What more could I ask for? NOTHING. Being it's a Monday I'll have to take Tuesday off.. yay!

So it's Valentine's Day and I'm going back home... at least ma and pa love me.
Thank god for USA they have love movies on all day...sweet.

By far my favorite item I own. My Zebra shades.

They make me happy I could wear them from dawn to dusk if it wasn't considered creepy.

HeartSprings.

I was listening to HeartSprings- by the Heiruspecs when I was starting this blog so I thought I'd give them some credit for my inspiration today. the last blog was pretty pathetic so I'm going to step it up a bit today.

Due to the Holiday coming up on Saturday to constantly remind me how miserably single I am. I'm going to play with that.

Jill's list of things to do if you don't have a fucking Valentine:

1. Remember that the day prior to Valentine's day this year is Friday the 13th. Enough Said

2. Remind yourself of all the horse shit presents you've gotten previous Valentines years...Where are those presents? thats right..LONG disposed of!

3. Save $$$! You don't have to waste your money on a gift that he probably won't like anyway.

4. Try listening to Outkast-Valentine's Day..it's bomb

5. Go out...get drunk and find a temporary Valentine you won't have to talk to the next day.

6. Buy yourself some damn chocolate and roses if it bothers you that much that you are alone on Valentine's day. Think of the "nothing fights" and bullshit you're missing out on...not a big loss.

7. Wear all black and forget that it's even a holiday of love. Try holiday of shit...wear brown instead.

8. and Lastly...cupid is as real as Santa Claus...

R.I.P. Jeremy Lusk

Died February 9th due to brain injury and spinal injuries from a FMX Crash.

Dear Friday Night..

Dear Friday night,
THANKS for ruining my Saturday...
well not entirely..but close. the captain morgan that's still in my system is making my gut angry.

to be continued.
My favorite moto rider of all time. Travis Pastrana. I am going to the Metrodome in Minneapolis tonight to watch the Freestyle Motocross. I impulsively bought the tickets immediately after seeing the commercial. I know TP won't be there but there'll be some sick whips and back flips I'm sure.






What a weekend I had.. the events of Friday night just sprouted me for having a horse shit weekend. EXCEPT the FMX was amazing...I had a blast watchin the bikes + tons of cute guys there! Sunday however was not so pleasant....I just kept finding things out to let me down even more.
It's February 9th....exactly ONE month from my 22nd birthday!! Still no plans on what I plan on doing but HEY everyone loves having a birthday!
It IS official that every guy is the same..after one thing and then never call back. I'm beginning to think about playing this "Game" that they do but I realized I'm not a piece of shit and WHY would I want to do that to anyone? I have wandered back to plenty of fish for more shits and giggles and see what stirs up there again. A wise roomate once quoted
"All of these assholes are like stepping stones to our dream man...except my soul mate was killed in a car accident so I'm shit out of luck." It makes me pray everyday that my soul mate is still alive and willing to put up with my shit every waking day of his life. Actually I can be thoughtful...putting others before me makes me happy when I can help someone or make their day. I am in NO hurry whatsoever to meet this "soul mate" because I know he's out there...and his name is probably Mikko Koivu.

Walkin' on a dream..

Ahh...TGIF!
I would like to thank nice lady at Holiday gas station for the free $9.00 car wash this morning, the G6 looks like a black shiny onyx gem. Nothing makes me happier than a clean car or house.
I think she gave me this car wash because she feels sorry for how crabby I am in the morning and my eyes light up everyday when I come to purchase coffee and cigarettes.

So as the day progresses..it's continuing to suck royal ASS. My father got laid off today, which they kind of saw coming but still...not a good deal. Any middle class family needs both spouses working these days.

So I've decided to write about the things that make me happy:

Ahh Jack Johnson.. not only is your voice sexy but you surf..ahh.. You make me complete Jack Johnson. Whenever I need to chilld I listen to you and dearest Bob Marley...god rest your soul.

Ahh David Gray! My favorite to listen to in the bathtub..


I just like this picture. Black and White rocks my socks.
Planning my agenda for the night has sprung some serious questions:
1. What the crap am I going to wear?
2. To go out with the guys after work or not?
3. Heels or boots?
4. Captain or Beer?
5. Bar or stay home?
All of these questions are leaving a dent in my night..and could all potentially leave to some sort of turn of events that I may not want..SHIT. Everything happens for a reason right?
I'd like to Thank Lindsey Regal for always going out to smoke with me even if she just went out. Ah... The best Financial Aid Specialists work  and they smoke. BFFF's for life.

Tastes like last night..

Ever have one of those days where all you can taste is last night? These days typically are on a Saturday or Sunday for this kid. I like to thank Senior Patron and Captain Morgan for leaving their presence in my mouth the next day to linger the awful/embaressing mess I probably made of myself the night prior. Hence the title for this page. Story behind "tasting like last night" all started when my 4 year relationship ended. It was my time to be free and giver' hell. If it was ladies night..I WAS there. I could honestly say I went about two months of non stop drinking...what happened? Well 1. My bank account hated life due to my binger and 2. It was getting me nowhere. Does really drowning my sorrows help? Not really...I'd wake up everyday feeling shameful for some stupid action that happened the night before. Now...I am quite proud of myself..I haven't seen the neon lights of ladies night in probably a month..I've kept my drinking to a minimum and feel hella better. I took advantage of being 21 and now little over a month from turning 22, am glad I got it out of my system. I'll look back at the days where I lived in Apple Valley and will definitely say to myself "those were the days..."



My first place...ahh.. I moved in around August/September. It was quiet, safe, and lonely. Ashley ended her 3.5 year relationship and moved in. This is when the fun shitshow began. I am SO happy I have her to be around because she always makes me happy and puts up with my bullshit. The lease for The Apple Valley Condo is ending this March 31st,2009....and I'll miss it but with every new place, comes a new chapter. We're planning on moving to bigger and better. Apple Valley, please accept my apology for wearing out my welcome sooner than most. Bogarts, Panino, and Majors...we shall meet again.


The reason for my farewell...my condo is getting shown to prospective tenants tomorrow and it felt necessary. If we had a poster that all the guests could sign when they visited the fortress of Jill..the list would be endless. An apology to the neighbors/ghosts should be a requirement. My un-necessarily loud music and dancing shouldn't be tolerated..then again if i EVER saw a person it was once in a blue moon. It's like living with a bunch of ghosts..running to the peek-hole when I hear someone in the hallway is a daily occurence..I like to believe that actual human beings live in this building with me not demons and ghosts that make noise. I think that Apple Valley taught me and Ashley plenty of lessons and they were learned.

*Anyway... I'm obsessed with my fingernails now that I stopped biting them. Due to a brand new $1200 porcelain veneer on my right front tooth...
Todays color is "My Private Jet" -O.P.I. see for yourself how glorious it is.
Not my hands but you get the point...










What the crap...today is February 5th, usually the first week in February is BRUTALLY cold here in Minnesota. Not today...It's like 30° outside..picked a horrible year to take up snowboarding. What happened to this? What was nice fluffy snow for my face to smash off of..is now hard, dirty, and icy.


I had to do everything in my power to get Ashley to play in the snow that night. Obviously it was fun..







I want this fresh powder to come back to me. Speaking of...if I wasn't a broke joke..I'd be on my way to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan to hit up Indianhead and Big Powderhorn with my brother but Noooo..I decided to purchase Freestyle Motocross tickets for Saturday night and 1. Cannot GIVE them away and 2. have nobody to drag along with me. Sounds like a lose-lose situation if ya ask me. No worries Aperature..I'll take you out soon!








Meet Mr. Head..SUPER original I know. He came in the cutest cylinder clear box I HAD to buy him. The most fun store I've ever been to called "Down in the Valley" perfect for all the stoners out there, and has the most random products inside. From Vinyls, CDS, Books, Insence, Candles, Band T-Shrits...AKA= My paradise.. I could spend hours in this place. I bought a MASSIVE poster from the movie BLOW there (see pictures above.) I have been eyeing up these Boondock Saints T-shirts/Hoodys they have there for the last couple months.. I could get lost in this store..stores such as Down in the Valley, Electric Fetus, and The Last Place on Earth...really make my life complete. What more could I want then a soil head with a face to grow grass hair on top of it's head?! I admit... when Mr. Head wasn't sprouting for the longest time I felt like I failed to give him a life...then one magical day ONE... ONE alfalfa looking hair popped out...I got that gleaming light of hope. I DID IT! now look at that beautiful head of hair!! I GREW THAT! The pictures over a week old so you can imagine how bad ass it is now. I am just waiting for it to get thicker before I give him a mad mullet or flat top...depends on my mood.






Glorious collage I made using www.picnik.com check it out!! Amazing to edit pictures and you don't even have to register.









Ode to the Sugar Skull...

Probably the sickesst thing I've ever laid my eyes on. The Mexican sugar skull. That tattoo on the back is so major. I want to get a sugar skull tattoo...the only thing holding me back is the fact I already have a skull tattoo. Some history on this bad boy : (Thanks Wikipedia)

The Day of the Dead (Día de los Muertos in Spanish) is a holiday celebrated mainly in Latin America and by Latinos (and others) living in the United States and Canada. The holiday focuses on gatherings of family and friends to pray for and remember friends and family members who have died. The celebration occurs on the 1st and 2nd of November, in connection with the Catholic holy days of All Saints' Day and All Souls' Day which take place on those days. Traditions include building private altars honoring the deceased, using sugar skulls, marigolds, and the favorite foods and beverages of the departed, and visiting graves with these as gifts.
Scholars trace the origins of the modern holiday to indigenous observances dating back thousands of years, and to an Aztec festival dedicated to a goddess called Mictecacihuatl (known in English as "The Lady of the Dead").
Similar holidays are celebrated in many parts of the world; for example, it is a public holiday in Brazil, where many Brazilians celebrate by visiting cemeteries and churches. In Spain, there are festivals and parades, and at the end of the day, people gather at cemeteries and pray for their loved ones who have died. Similar observances occur elsewhere in Europe and in the Philippines, and similarly-themed celebrations appear in many Asian and African cultures.

I'll make my OWN damn photobooth ....

Your what hurts?

So... you ever lived with someone for 4 months and not known something about them? Well I live with the Queen of secrets apparently... what was I missing? BLOG. I've heard so much about it yet...thought that I couldn't or something weird. This will probably be the most fucked up blog you'll ever stick your nose into. Everyone deserves a fair warning, I should have a warning sign attached to my face. Instead...and album cover noting that "God Loves Ugly." Fair enough.

So what's it like being me? Well lets take a walk....

A typical week day runs a little something like this:












Not your typical morning sunshine. I start out by hitting the snooze button 2-3 times and then finally getting up thinking " SHIT..."
without even thinking...light up a cigarette and get ready for work.


















Work eh? yep..I work at National American University in Admissions. The only female on our Admissions team...and I'm teaching the guys a thing or two. I am also a student finishing my BS in Business Administration with an emphasis in Marketing. Here we are, one happy family at Pro-Kart because we are doing so well we got to have fun. Who was the only person to bring their own helmet...the chick. Go figure. Ps...those sweet shirts...I made the design myself with Microsoft Paint-- Mad Skills. I call people all day..note they request the information to continue their education yet HATE the fact I am contacting them to better their life...hmm.. somedays it feels like I am working in collections again. What a party that was. I can be found working 9-6 or 9-8...yes.. 9-8PM rarely do I take a lunch because heaven forbid I miss a phone call from a lead. I can honestly say that I enjoy my job and I like going to work everyday. ( I KNOW!) So what happens at 6 or 8 bells?





















Grocery shopping anyone? This is my child (roomate/BFFF). We're sharing a one bedroom including bed...yep I put it out there. A little much when together but I feel like a slice of random pie is missing when she's not around. We only fight when we're sober and only cuddle on accident.



















Latest Hobby acquired... I went out and spent $350 on this piece of work...The first night ended up in the following :















Prettu sure it was for attention but....hahah that's a joke. Such a a champion I didn't see ONE single tear...some days I wonder what it's like to have no soul.










Anything that's potentially life threatening...I want to try.


Enough about life. This will continue.


An obsession of mine since I was like 14.


Meet Sean Daley, also known at "Slug." Front man for the Minnesota Born group "Atmosphere" and "Rhyme Sayers" entertainment. Not one single day has gone by where I haven't listened to his music. No..I'm not a creepy stalker, I just love his music and on November 17th 2008, my life changed forever. I got to see Slug in concert. Aside from the football sized Red Stripes I was drinking and my friend Alissa getting kicked out, the night was amazing.

LOVELIFE-


Individually wrapped, placed in neat little rowsBecoming A piece, of everything that growsSome numbers, A name, to indicate you played the gameCame empty handed and left the sameA soul is A soul and A shell is A shellThe border in between is full of everything you feltSome cling to A cross because they're tired and lostThey leave it up to the weather to measure the costAnd everytime I look within I recognize the darknessFamiliar to the image of the artistStaring at the bathroom mirror in A strangers apartmentCan't remember her name, don't remember how I got hereBut here I am, thinking about death againHumbles out the stress, helps the breath get inI need to check my friends as well as my next of kinTo let them know I love them all to the endAnd when the soul begins to reap, I think she'll know me from the sleepI keep caught in the corner of my bloodshot eyesAnd if she has the nerve, to let me dump a few last wordsI'm gonna turn to the earth and scream "Love your life!"Love your life, quite cliche but I guess thats meA ball of pop culture with some arms and feetAs discrete as I've tried to keep the drama and cancerIt's no secret I hunger for someone to feed the answersI never expected a bowl of cherriesI'm just a virgo trying to find my own version of the virgin maryAnd when I let them carry me to a cemetaryI wanna be buried with a pocket full of clarity(Chorus)Now, how many times must you prove you're an angelHow many more demons do you have to strangleHow much longer must you remain in this dreamBefore I finally figure out if you're insane or a geniusHow many times must you prove you're an angelHow many more demons do you have to strangleHow much longer must you remain in this dreamBefore I finally figure out if you're insane or a geniusLet no tears to fall from none of y'allJust remember it all, the beauty as well as the flawsL-O-V-E L-I-F-EHere lies Sean, finally freeAnd as I look across the sea I smile at the sunWhile it feeds the weeds the nutrition they needThe people still breathe, the city still bleedsI'm going to love it to death and keep planting my seedsI'm going to love it to death and keep an eye on the seedsI'll be in love till im dead, I keep reaching the seedsI'll give all I got left just to teach you to readLove life to the death and keep planting my seedsAnd when the soul begins to reap, I think she'll know me from the sleepI keep caught in the corner of my bloodshot eyesAnd if she has the nerve, to let me dump a couple last wordsI'm gonna turn to the earth and scream (Love your life)





I went to my first Minnesota Wild game back in 2007. Another event that had changed my life forever. I like to trick myself into believing Mikko Koivu is my soulmate. Who wouldn't want a tall Finnish man? I don't dig blonde men but this one..woe. Finest Toe-head I've ever laid my eyes on. One of my favorite sounds would have to be the Wild Goal Horn.. yep. See for yourself. http://wild.nhl.com/fanzone/goalhorn.htm

This is for my lovely roomate who deals with my Wild Obsession every waking minute of her life...

MINNESOTA WILD ANTHEM
We were raisedWith the stick
And a pair of blades
On the ice we cut our teeth
We took our knocks
In the penalty box
Our mother was the referee
This sport was here
Before we came
It will be here when we're gone
The game's in our blood
And our blood's in the game
Lay us down underA frozen pond
We will fight to the end
We will stand and defend
Our flag flying high and free
We were born the child
Of the strong and Wild
In the State, the State of Hockey
A big blue line runs around our state
A line that can't be crossed
The day they try to take this game
Is the day the gloves come off
We will fight to the end
We will stand and defend
Our flag flying high and free
We were born the child
Of the strong and WildIn the State, the State of Hockey.

Janitor Man--
Is it really necessary to vaccuum at 12:30 mid-day? Not only is it rude for students trying to talk...it's LOUD as fuck and I almost ALWAYS break my neck tripping over the longer than necessary cord.
Every single day since I've been here the green-shirted man has made me miserable for atleast 5 seconds out of the day. Not only are the jingling keys irritating, him walking into my office and pointing two shooter hands saying "Get your Trash." Bugs the living hell out of me. If I don't say anything...it's considered rude and then I feel bad...If i was a janitor I would want people to talk to me. Is it society that makes me feel obligated to be nice? Or just the simple fact I have a big heart and feel bad for the guy. I try to stop myself from these mean thoughts but the annoyance overcomes me. Nonetheless...everyday at 11:45 this man comes and gets the trash out of my office...now my grabage can is under my desks so I feel compelled to grab it so he doesn't come behind me and reach under my desk inappropriately...Now after this happens he returns it SO FAR away from my desk I have to get up and grab the damn can and put it back in it's original spot...thats the OCD in me. When I' walking through the hallway...now you know how you can just FEEL people looking at you...yep...EVERYtime I walk past Janitor man..I feel like my ass is just getting the stare down.. and literally I mean my ass. How unfomfortable..now Do I act like a bitch so he loses interest in me or just carry on my normal way? I've been nice as hell AND thrown away some ridiculous shit in hopes that he'd realize I'm a mess and not something he'd want to be associated with. but no..I'm sure as long as I work here..He'll be the janitor guy. He's never said anything even moderately creepy but I have a sixth sense for these "types" of guys and they always seem to have interest in me.
Ashley and make a mess of Jill shit..