Currently Listening To: YouMeAtSix - Hold Me Down
Hey everyone! Hope yr week is going well! My job hunt is coming along...slowly, but surely. Had a job interview earlier this week for a retail job down the road in Solana Beach. I am hoping to hear back from the manager there by Friday, crossing my fingers. I would also like to update you on my new writing job...I have begun to post for a website called Examiner.com. I am writing for them about local non-corporate owned coffee shops in my area. So far I have posted two articles and you can find those here: http://www.examiner.com/coffeeshop-in-san-diego/a-latte-more
Do me a favor and subscribe to my page...it will help get me more money for my articles (thanks dad!!!)
Anyway, for the real reason I am here...I was trying to think of something to write about and I figured NDNU has been taking too much heat so I will share a true story about a trip into San Francisco and a classic example of being in the wrong place a the right time...
Last fall, Sept. 2009, I was visiting the bay area. After a long (mostly frustrating) day of traveling from Napa to San Francisco, which is a whole other story, a friend of mine invited me to hang out with her for the afternoon. Alenna was out at some park near the Mission and I had some time to kill before my flight back to La, so I hopped on the BART and got off at 16th and Mission to meet up with her. When I finally found her, amongst the dirty homeless Mission people, we picked up a six pack of Anchor Steam (SF's finest brew) and headed off up the street to enjoy some music in the park and catch up. The park was a total scene: people everywhere dancing around, playing soccer, throwing frisbees, smoking pot, eating "magic" mushrooms, drinking beer, being weird...you know a typical Sunday in the park. After a couple hours of schmoozing and people watching we decided that it was time to go.
Walking back towards the BART i realized that I really had not had anything decent to eat and it was going to be some time before I was home in LA so I figured I had time for a quick bite so we walked back down to 16th and Mission and made a right, looking for something quick to eat. We stumbled upon a Chinese restaurant/doughnut shop/hangout and looked over the menu. After realizing that there was no English on the menu I decided to just look through the display and just eyeball something tasty. I chose a dish that I believed to be some type of yummy, Chinese noodles. I ordered the food from a little asian woman who didn't speak English so I just pointed to the dish I wanted and she began packing a little take out box with the food. to my delight my meal plus a Pepsi cost only $2! What a deal right!!?!?
Alenna and I sat down at a table at the front of the establishment, seated across from each other, my back to a big glass front window and to my direct left the front entrance. i opened up the small box of food and began to dig in. I took a big bite of the noddles and came to realize that i did not order any fancy Asian dish, but a fairly simply made spaghetti, like they probably boiled the noddles and took a can of Prego and called it what ever the hell they wanted to call it. I just laughed to myself and shared this hilarity with Alenna who was also taken aback at how strange the place was, but wait....that's not even the good part...
So as I am trying to enjoy the mediocre meal, I notice some interesting looking people at the front of the store, one tall gentleman with a scraggly beard and a walking stick and a super skinny black woman, most likely a local crack head. If you have ever traveled to San Fran you know that it is not really a big deal seeing weird people or stuff happen, but today was different. All of the sudden there was a lot of commotion and two cars sped up and bumped into the curb. Plain clothes police officers were standing outside the vehicles, weapons drawn, closing in on the guy with the walking stick, yelling, "Put your fucking hands up!" "Drop the cane, what is this bullshit?" "We have been watching you, we know you don't need that shit!" Other people near the scene scatter, mostly crack heads not wanting to deal with the law. They get this guy down on the ground and begin to search him very fast. Mind you, I am still sitting in the restaurant as all of this is going down not five feet away from me. They are asking the guy where his "stuff" is and they don't find anything on him immediately, but they cuff him anyway and take him away in one of the unmarked vehicles. This all went down in a matter of 2 minutes!
After the cops were gone, I noticed a couple of crack heads outside the Chinese restaurant, again about 5 feet away, hunched over, scouring the ground for the precious drugs, the dealer may or may not have dropped before he got nabbed. It was quite a sit to see these people look on the sidewalk for nothing, bent over taping their finger on the floor and then putting that finger to their mouths trying to get high off of anything. What was even more strange was that no one in the restaurant seemed to care what was going on outside, just another "normal" day in the Mission. Alenna and I looked at each other and didn't really know what to say, but we laughed uncomfortably, finished our small meal and then made our way back to the BART station because it was my time to leave.
I will never forget that day...I truly love San Francisco because it is a city with so much to offer, strange food, stranger people, and always good laughs!
Thanks for reading today...i love a miss you all (you know who you are)
humbly yours,
maddog
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
No Sssweat...
Currently Listening To: Evergreen Terrace - Almost Home
I am sorry everyone for ignoring my blog this past week. I know that you expect me to be posting everyday, but it has become difficult to do that since I am trying to get my life going here in Carlsbad.
Everyday, I have been walking down to the local shopping centers, applying to as many jobs as possible. When I was still in Redwood City I had nothing to do but focus on my writing. But since being here, my new main focus is obtaining a job. My writing is still very important to me, but paying off a certain debt has become my new number one priority.
To let everyone know, I just got hired for a very part-time position, writing for an online magazine call Examiner.com. I am doing some freelance writing about local, non-corporate coffee houses. Yesterday, I went up the road about 3 miles a took critique a shop called La Costa Coffee Roasting. I took some notes, snapped a couple photos, and enjoyed a latte while I decided on what I was going to report to everyone. I finally got it all together and posted my finding last night. I am still waiting for my editor to look over my work so it can finally be published for all of you to read. I will let you know as soon as it is cleared. I am very excited about taking on this job, even though it does not pay very much. it allows me to be creative and informative and I get to drink a lot of coffee!
Since my new writing gig does not pay very much, I am still looking for another source of income. I have a job interview for a retail position on Monday morning and I also went to a local resort and applied for a full time "Men's Locker Room Attendant" position. So things are coming along. Just trying to keep my head up and realize that soon, someone will hire the Maddog.
On a stranger note, I was watching the Soup late last night and they were commenting on a new show called "Sister Wives". The show is about a Polygamist man married to four women who are all sisters. I am seriously weirded out by this! I mean, where will the television networks draw the line! If this is OK to show on TV then I think I will pitch my own show to one of these backward ass networks. My new show is called, "Incest". The main focus is about daughters and sons who have sexual relationships with their parents, (sister "loves" daddy/mommy "loves" son). Of course they will not be true stories and everyone will be actors, but I really think I have something here. If it is the norm to show a man with four wives who are all directly related, then I should have no problem selling my show and getting it picked up for at least a 10 show series. I know the show would be a total success because people are messed up in the head and would watch something as depraved as this.
Since today is Saturday, I will not be out looking for work. I am giving myself the day off to watch College football and probably watch a few horror films. Too bad it is not warm enough to go to the beach.
I hope everyone is well. I love and miss you all (you know who you are)! Gulf Coast in about a week!
yr friend,
Madisson
I am sorry everyone for ignoring my blog this past week. I know that you expect me to be posting everyday, but it has become difficult to do that since I am trying to get my life going here in Carlsbad.
Everyday, I have been walking down to the local shopping centers, applying to as many jobs as possible. When I was still in Redwood City I had nothing to do but focus on my writing. But since being here, my new main focus is obtaining a job. My writing is still very important to me, but paying off a certain debt has become my new number one priority.
To let everyone know, I just got hired for a very part-time position, writing for an online magazine call Examiner.com. I am doing some freelance writing about local, non-corporate coffee houses. Yesterday, I went up the road about 3 miles a took critique a shop called La Costa Coffee Roasting. I took some notes, snapped a couple photos, and enjoyed a latte while I decided on what I was going to report to everyone. I finally got it all together and posted my finding last night. I am still waiting for my editor to look over my work so it can finally be published for all of you to read. I will let you know as soon as it is cleared. I am very excited about taking on this job, even though it does not pay very much. it allows me to be creative and informative and I get to drink a lot of coffee!
Since my new writing gig does not pay very much, I am still looking for another source of income. I have a job interview for a retail position on Monday morning and I also went to a local resort and applied for a full time "Men's Locker Room Attendant" position. So things are coming along. Just trying to keep my head up and realize that soon, someone will hire the Maddog.
On a stranger note, I was watching the Soup late last night and they were commenting on a new show called "Sister Wives". The show is about a Polygamist man married to four women who are all sisters. I am seriously weirded out by this! I mean, where will the television networks draw the line! If this is OK to show on TV then I think I will pitch my own show to one of these backward ass networks. My new show is called, "Incest". The main focus is about daughters and sons who have sexual relationships with their parents, (sister "loves" daddy/mommy "loves" son). Of course they will not be true stories and everyone will be actors, but I really think I have something here. If it is the norm to show a man with four wives who are all directly related, then I should have no problem selling my show and getting it picked up for at least a 10 show series. I know the show would be a total success because people are messed up in the head and would watch something as depraved as this.
Since today is Saturday, I will not be out looking for work. I am giving myself the day off to watch College football and probably watch a few horror films. Too bad it is not warm enough to go to the beach.
I hope everyone is well. I love and miss you all (you know who you are)! Gulf Coast in about a week!
yr friend,
Madisson
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Crisis Averted...
Currently Listening To: Off With Their Heads - All Things Move Toward Their End
Another story from the infamous campus of Notre Dame De Namur University. I wonder if the school cares whether or not I share these stories with you...
Tommy woke up one morning in his bed in his dorm on the third floor of SJ feeling, well, less than perfect. He was a pretty normal student, really no different from you or me. He enjoyed skateboarding, fast music, and fast women. The only problem with the kid was not on the surface, but what lies beneath. Tommy had been diagnosed with clinical depression about a year ago. He was seeing the school therapist every week to talk about his feeling and try and find a way for him to not feel so bad. He didn't have a reason to be sad. He had friends who cared about him and loving parents that would drop everything to help their son. But sometimes depression cannot be explained so easily because it is a mental health issue, something in Tommy's brain was not right. He tried doing the whole medication thing, but he didn't like the way the meds made him feel, numb. Without consulting the doctor, he took himself off the medication (20mg Lexapro once a day), he decided that he would try and manage his problems without prescription drugs and get proactive in his treatment.
He was doing really well for a while, but some days were harder to cope. So that particular morning, while his roommate, Dave, was out of the room he would take his life. He began contemplating the different ways he could take himself out. His first thought was to drown himself in the school pool. He would gather as many rocks as he could and stuff them into his pockets and sink to the bottom of the deep end. He figured that it would take a long time and that he didn't really want to be in that kind of pain. His next thought was to jump off the forth floor of Ralston Hall, but he knew that it would be hard to get to the top of the mansion without being caught and told to get down by some type of authority figure, so that idea was nixt. He thought about poisoning himself, recalling Jim Jones and the Peoples Temple. He would drink Kool-Aid laced with cyanide, but then realized that he didn't even know where he could score the harmful poison. He was finding that it was not as easy to kill himself as he first thought, but he was determined to do something.
He finally made the decision that he was going to hang himself. He went to his closet and grabbed one of his neck ties and tied it firmly around his neck. He grabbed his desk chair and moved to the middle of the room. He placed the chair under the light fixture, stood on the chair and tied the loose end to the light. He tied the tie good and tight, looked around the room for a moment and then kicked the chair out from under his feet. His body dangled from the ceiling, his feet kicked about under him just a foot above the ground. His face began to turn red immediately and he was choking violently. But before he could kill himself, the fixture gave way from the weight of his body and he feel to the floor. He lay their for a moment, in shock. He was going to have to explain to Dave why the light was broken and realized that that was going to be an awkward conversation. He gathered himself up and moved over to his bed and opened his nightstand drawer. He reached in a pulled out a medium sized pocket knife and put the blade to his wrist. But just as he was about to slice into his arm, there was a knock on the door. Frightened by the knock, he threw the knife across the room, stood up from his bed, fixed his hair in the mirror, and yelled to the person behind the door to be patient, he would be their in a moment.
Tommy opened the door and to his surprise it was a girlfriend of his that he had a crush on since first coming to NDNU. Christie told him that Dave told her to go grab him because they were all going to Half Moon Bay for the day and wanted to know if he wanted to come along. He rubbed the back of his neck and thought for a moment. Looking at Christie, Tommy realized that he did have something to live for, or at least that day, grabbed his coat hanging on the wall and closed the door behind him. This life could be tolerated for at least one more day.
NDNU is a pretty messed up place. I know it seems like there are no positive stories about the school but there are, these just seem to be more interesting.
If you or someone you know is danger of hurting themselves, take action now. There are people in this world that you can contact if you are in need.
love,
maddog
Another story from the infamous campus of Notre Dame De Namur University. I wonder if the school cares whether or not I share these stories with you...
Tommy woke up one morning in his bed in his dorm on the third floor of SJ feeling, well, less than perfect. He was a pretty normal student, really no different from you or me. He enjoyed skateboarding, fast music, and fast women. The only problem with the kid was not on the surface, but what lies beneath. Tommy had been diagnosed with clinical depression about a year ago. He was seeing the school therapist every week to talk about his feeling and try and find a way for him to not feel so bad. He didn't have a reason to be sad. He had friends who cared about him and loving parents that would drop everything to help their son. But sometimes depression cannot be explained so easily because it is a mental health issue, something in Tommy's brain was not right. He tried doing the whole medication thing, but he didn't like the way the meds made him feel, numb. Without consulting the doctor, he took himself off the medication (20mg Lexapro once a day), he decided that he would try and manage his problems without prescription drugs and get proactive in his treatment.
He was doing really well for a while, but some days were harder to cope. So that particular morning, while his roommate, Dave, was out of the room he would take his life. He began contemplating the different ways he could take himself out. His first thought was to drown himself in the school pool. He would gather as many rocks as he could and stuff them into his pockets and sink to the bottom of the deep end. He figured that it would take a long time and that he didn't really want to be in that kind of pain. His next thought was to jump off the forth floor of Ralston Hall, but he knew that it would be hard to get to the top of the mansion without being caught and told to get down by some type of authority figure, so that idea was nixt. He thought about poisoning himself, recalling Jim Jones and the Peoples Temple. He would drink Kool-Aid laced with cyanide, but then realized that he didn't even know where he could score the harmful poison. He was finding that it was not as easy to kill himself as he first thought, but he was determined to do something.
He finally made the decision that he was going to hang himself. He went to his closet and grabbed one of his neck ties and tied it firmly around his neck. He grabbed his desk chair and moved to the middle of the room. He placed the chair under the light fixture, stood on the chair and tied the loose end to the light. He tied the tie good and tight, looked around the room for a moment and then kicked the chair out from under his feet. His body dangled from the ceiling, his feet kicked about under him just a foot above the ground. His face began to turn red immediately and he was choking violently. But before he could kill himself, the fixture gave way from the weight of his body and he feel to the floor. He lay their for a moment, in shock. He was going to have to explain to Dave why the light was broken and realized that that was going to be an awkward conversation. He gathered himself up and moved over to his bed and opened his nightstand drawer. He reached in a pulled out a medium sized pocket knife and put the blade to his wrist. But just as he was about to slice into his arm, there was a knock on the door. Frightened by the knock, he threw the knife across the room, stood up from his bed, fixed his hair in the mirror, and yelled to the person behind the door to be patient, he would be their in a moment.
Tommy opened the door and to his surprise it was a girlfriend of his that he had a crush on since first coming to NDNU. Christie told him that Dave told her to go grab him because they were all going to Half Moon Bay for the day and wanted to know if he wanted to come along. He rubbed the back of his neck and thought for a moment. Looking at Christie, Tommy realized that he did have something to live for, or at least that day, grabbed his coat hanging on the wall and closed the door behind him. This life could be tolerated for at least one more day.
NDNU is a pretty messed up place. I know it seems like there are no positive stories about the school but there are, these just seem to be more interesting.
If you or someone you know is danger of hurting themselves, take action now. There are people in this world that you can contact if you are in need.
love,
maddog
Sunday, October 17, 2010
We May be Through With The Past...
Currently Listening To: A Day To Remember - Homesick
Hey everyone. I am sorry I have not been posting like I should. I guess I have been really sidetracked by my job hunt. It is really leaving me feeling exhausted and hopeless. I had no idea how difficult it was going to be to obtain a job doing ANYTHING. At this point, I really don't care what I do. I need to start making money and fast. I have too much debt hanging over my head. It's not keeping me from sleeping at night, but it does worry me. I am not giving up on my job hunt though, I just have to take a new approach.
Other than that, everything I good. I got a haircut this week. First time I have actually had a hairstyle in the last four years, I generally just take clippers and buzz my head myself, but I wanted something different...something new. I like it a lot! I am enjoying life here in San Diego. I wish the weather was better though. It has been overcast since I got here. No sign of the sun unfortunately. It kind of bums me out because I want to go to the beach sooo bad.
I really need to find some new motivation to write...I don't want this blog to turn into something where I am just talking about myself. I like to write fiction...help me out! Give me an idea because i have none.
I miss my friends, I miss my family, I miss the trailer, I miss being on tour. And most importantly I miss you....
humbly yours,
madisson
Hey everyone. I am sorry I have not been posting like I should. I guess I have been really sidetracked by my job hunt. It is really leaving me feeling exhausted and hopeless. I had no idea how difficult it was going to be to obtain a job doing ANYTHING. At this point, I really don't care what I do. I need to start making money and fast. I have too much debt hanging over my head. It's not keeping me from sleeping at night, but it does worry me. I am not giving up on my job hunt though, I just have to take a new approach.
Other than that, everything I good. I got a haircut this week. First time I have actually had a hairstyle in the last four years, I generally just take clippers and buzz my head myself, but I wanted something different...something new. I like it a lot! I am enjoying life here in San Diego. I wish the weather was better though. It has been overcast since I got here. No sign of the sun unfortunately. It kind of bums me out because I want to go to the beach sooo bad.
I really need to find some new motivation to write...I don't want this blog to turn into something where I am just talking about myself. I like to write fiction...help me out! Give me an idea because i have none.
I miss my friends, I miss my family, I miss the trailer, I miss being on tour. And most importantly I miss you....
humbly yours,
madisson
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Do You Feel Better Yet?
Currently Listening To: The Swellers - Ups and Downsizing
Had a funny conversation just a little bit ago (I thought it was funny at least) and I wanted to share a part of it with you all:
Had a funny conversation just a little bit ago (I thought it was funny at least) and I wanted to share a part of it with you all:
Me: i understand...if you wanted to move in with me here in sd that would be sick...finding a job wouldn't be hard for you. Yr gorgeous and have a great personality. BOOM! There you go...job handled!
Liz: hah but im not the stickk thin girls that they hire
Me: yr crazy...you dont need to be...
Me: look at me im short and mildly attractive and not very muscular
Liz: lmao!
im fucking average as hell!
Liz: hah but im not the stickk thin girls that they hire
Me: yr crazy...you dont need to be...
Me: look at me im short and mildly attractive and not very muscular
Liz: lmao!
im fucking average as hell!
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
I've Had It Up To Here...
Currently Listening To: Born of Osiris - A Higher Place
So the past couple of days I have not been feeling so hot. Since I stopped smoking cigarettes (for the millionth time) cold turkey after Saturday night I have developed an annoying cough and soar throat. The other, more disgusting part, is all of the black mucus in my lungs I have been coughing up, the gross liquid coating my throat and mouth with the taste of charred cat shit. Besides that, everything else is fine.
Today, I leave for San Diego and I couldn't be more thrilled to get the hell away from here for some time. I realized this weekend that in order for me to live a more positive lifestyle I have to live somewhere else. On Saturday night I was hanging out on NDNU campus with some people and it got ridiculous. A few students (their names will be withheld to spare them the embarrassment) were disrespecting some some female students and were totally wasted on booze and cocaine. I kind of threw a fit and let everyone around know that I was disgusted with the way people were treating each other (Guys telling girls they HAD to fuck them and they were lucky they got to hang out with them).
It was not that long ago to remember when it was cool to hang out on NDNU campus. The people that are coming to the school have change significantly. There are a lot more people at the school without morals and no respect for anything or anyone. It really disturbs me. When I first came to NDNU three years ago, it was insane! The parties were great and everyone got along, it was fun to spend time walking around campus, talking and laughing with different groups of people. Now its just a big mess. The younger kids are over stimulated little pricks with no regard for their own safety.
I left that night after telling off a couple people and walked from Belmont to Redwood City at 230am. Took me about two hours to get home. I walked in the front door around 430am and fell on the floor exhausted and passed out, thankful I had made it back safely.
Things are going to be different from now on. No longer will I be hanging out with the truly mislead youth and finally start my life as a aspiring young writer. I do have to thank all those assholes that now reside at NDNU. Thank you for giving me the inspiration to exploit you in one of my upcoming blog entries. Yr in for it now!!!
Thanks for reading!
Shine On,
maddog
So the past couple of days I have not been feeling so hot. Since I stopped smoking cigarettes (for the millionth time) cold turkey after Saturday night I have developed an annoying cough and soar throat. The other, more disgusting part, is all of the black mucus in my lungs I have been coughing up, the gross liquid coating my throat and mouth with the taste of charred cat shit. Besides that, everything else is fine.
Today, I leave for San Diego and I couldn't be more thrilled to get the hell away from here for some time. I realized this weekend that in order for me to live a more positive lifestyle I have to live somewhere else. On Saturday night I was hanging out on NDNU campus with some people and it got ridiculous. A few students (their names will be withheld to spare them the embarrassment) were disrespecting some some female students and were totally wasted on booze and cocaine. I kind of threw a fit and let everyone around know that I was disgusted with the way people were treating each other (Guys telling girls they HAD to fuck them and they were lucky they got to hang out with them).
It was not that long ago to remember when it was cool to hang out on NDNU campus. The people that are coming to the school have change significantly. There are a lot more people at the school without morals and no respect for anything or anyone. It really disturbs me. When I first came to NDNU three years ago, it was insane! The parties were great and everyone got along, it was fun to spend time walking around campus, talking and laughing with different groups of people. Now its just a big mess. The younger kids are over stimulated little pricks with no regard for their own safety.
I left that night after telling off a couple people and walked from Belmont to Redwood City at 230am. Took me about two hours to get home. I walked in the front door around 430am and fell on the floor exhausted and passed out, thankful I had made it back safely.
Things are going to be different from now on. No longer will I be hanging out with the truly mislead youth and finally start my life as a aspiring young writer. I do have to thank all those assholes that now reside at NDNU. Thank you for giving me the inspiration to exploit you in one of my upcoming blog entries. Yr in for it now!!!
Thanks for reading!
Shine On,
maddog
Friday, October 8, 2010
Days Go By...
Currently Listening To: Thieves and Assassins - Demo
I have really been stuck in a rut ever since coming of the Warped Tour in mid August. I came "home" to no bed and no job. Technically homeless, I have spent the last (almost) two months living in my friends living room, sleeping on the floor, attempting to spend as little money as possible in order to pay my monthly debt to my court ordered DUI class. As of Oct. 5, I am done with my weekly groups and counselor meetings and now I really do not know what to do with myself. I really have no reason to stay up here in the bay area, besides a few close people. I need a change of pace.
So, as I reported in an earlier blog, I am moving my life down to sunny southern California (Carlsbad, in north county San Diego to be more clear). I think that this would be the best place for me to go. I know that I will be able to start a fresh life for myself, find a good job, and begin paying back all my other debt, including $2009 to LA court system. I now that I do not need to hope and pry for the future because I know that I will get everything straight and come out on top, but I will need to put in 100% effort. I would not be able to do this successfully if I did not have the great support system I have behind me and I cannot put into words how appreciative I am for having these resources at my finger tips. Thank you everyone from the bottom of my heart.
The bottom line is, I am bored with my life and need to give it a shot of adrenaline to the heart, if you will.
I know that this post is lame and is nothing like my other posts, but I have no inspiration as of now and I feel bad if I do not share anything...so I hope you have enjoyed my rantings. Just wanted to let everyone in on what is going on. More to report later as things become more clear.
thanks for sticking with me people...
love,
madisson
I have really been stuck in a rut ever since coming of the Warped Tour in mid August. I came "home" to no bed and no job. Technically homeless, I have spent the last (almost) two months living in my friends living room, sleeping on the floor, attempting to spend as little money as possible in order to pay my monthly debt to my court ordered DUI class. As of Oct. 5, I am done with my weekly groups and counselor meetings and now I really do not know what to do with myself. I really have no reason to stay up here in the bay area, besides a few close people. I need a change of pace.
So, as I reported in an earlier blog, I am moving my life down to sunny southern California (Carlsbad, in north county San Diego to be more clear). I think that this would be the best place for me to go. I know that I will be able to start a fresh life for myself, find a good job, and begin paying back all my other debt, including $2009 to LA court system. I now that I do not need to hope and pry for the future because I know that I will get everything straight and come out on top, but I will need to put in 100% effort. I would not be able to do this successfully if I did not have the great support system I have behind me and I cannot put into words how appreciative I am for having these resources at my finger tips. Thank you everyone from the bottom of my heart.
The bottom line is, I am bored with my life and need to give it a shot of adrenaline to the heart, if you will.
I know that this post is lame and is nothing like my other posts, but I have no inspiration as of now and I feel bad if I do not share anything...so I hope you have enjoyed my rantings. Just wanted to let everyone in on what is going on. More to report later as things become more clear.
thanks for sticking with me people...
love,
madisson
Monday, October 4, 2010
The Rules of Attraction...
Currently Listening To: After The Fall - Fort Orange
How about another story?? Well, you really didn't have a choice in the first place because that is what I am choosing to write about...(You can decide for yrself whether it's real or not)
Christie woke up one Saturday morning in her dorm room on the second floor of New Hall (the West side) with someones dudes body draped over her, mostly naked; she had the faint metallic taste of blood in her mouth. She was more than a little confused about what the fuck she had gotten herself into last night. Her heart began to race uncontrollably when she tried to start piecing together what she could of last night. She generally doesn't get this fucked up for this specific reason, waking up in her bed with someone she doesn't know. She identified the naked boy she was sleeping with was a sophomore named Jesse and the only reason she knew this boy was because he was known for getting around campus and what I mean by "getting around" is that the dude was a man whore, going to bed with multiple girl in the week. She and him were not even friends really, so it confused Christie as to how she ended up in a bed with him, naked, and sore all over.
Christie attempted to roll his body over so she could get up and start her morning, but was unable to because she was so small and he was kind of large, but not fat just tall and broad (I believe he is on the basketball team, but I could be mistaken, whatever). She ended up squeezing her way up from under his body and put on t - shirt and some sweats, she turned around to her desk and opened the top drawer and grabbed a small bag of some potent hydro and pack of Zig-Zags. She put her "goodies" in her purse and walked out of her room, crawled over the mess in the common room (multiple bodies, empty bottles of tequila and rum and beer cans strewn about in ever crevice of the room; the floor was sticky from people spilling drinks). Christie left the disaster which was her room for the cafe across campus, she knew that one thing (besides the pot) would help her feel a little better this morning, greasy school breakfast.
As Christie walked into the cafe, she waved over to her friends that were sitting in the back corner of the mess hall, adorned in the same t-shirt/sweatpants combo. She walked to the front of the food line and decided to get ham and cheese omelet with bell peppers and onions, NO mushrooms! After the chef came back with her eggs she also grabbed some bacon, hash browns, and made herself some toast. She poured herself a delicious glass of cranberry juice and went to check out. Steve slid her card to mark off her meal and he commented on how hung over she looked. She just starred blankly at him, mostly in disbelief that he had said some thing, called him a "fucking asshole" and walked over to her friends table.
When she sat down, Christie noticed that they were chattering on about the events that went down last night. She told them that she woke up under some behemoth and they told her that they were not surprised by this, they said they had never seen Christie so wasted in their lives and how she looked like she was having a good time and how she was all over Jesse and they were kind of happy for her since she didn't really like the act of the "random drunk hook-up". Christie took a big breathe, trying to figure out what drove her to get so wasted, she took a bite from her omelet, but spit it out immediately. Some how the chef had managed to sneak those bastard mushrooms into her eggs after she asked not to have them in there. She has never gotten the omelet she wants because the chefs always taint her eggs with the elusive mushrooms she hates. One day they will get it right, maybe. She was going to eat the bacon, but it wasn't cooked enough, floppy and dripping in grease. She shoved her plate away and nibbled on the toast as she tried to piece her night together...her friends had helped very little and were now arguing about who was going to be driving them to the mall later. They invited Christie, but she declined, she was going to figure out just what the fuck happened last night, she grabbed her plate and walked out of the cafe without any information.
Christie reached into her purse and took out her cell phone to call up a guy friend named Taylor who might have some info on the happenings from last night. She also knew that he liked to get high and she didn't wanna smoke the buds alone. He answered the phone in a groggy tone, but after she mentioned the pot he was more awake and up out of bed heading for the special smoking spot. Taylor is at the bench under the trees near Ralston Hall by the time Christie arrives and he greets her by telling her how much of a riot she was. She tells him that she really cannot remember anything, the only thing being that she and her girlfriend walked to the apartments around 11:15pm with a red cups full of jungle juice in hand. As she is recalling the room they went to, Christie pulls out the pot and wraps and she begins to pick and the bud and grind it between her fingers in order to make it smoke properly in the joint, she rolls it cleanly, and sparks the perfect cone. She passes the joint to Taylor while tells her that the last time he had seen her that night was in Wilkie 1 hanging on the big sophomore. He takes a couple of deep drags and passes the joint back to Christie apologizing for not being any help. But it then struck him that another girl he knew, a freshman, was at the same party and she also had a rough evening and also cannot figure out why she cannot remember anything. He said her name was Jamie and she lived in JB 206.
After finishing off the last of the joint, the two friends walk to JB and Taylor lets Christie upstairs to go see Jamie (Taylor was going to check up on his own girlfriend who lived in St. Joe's). After knocking twice the door swung open and Christie introduced herself as a friend of Taylor's and told her that she also had a considerably rough night. Jamie is a pretty girl, petite, blond with perky breasts, tight butt, and big glossy green eyes; girls like this are trouble on a small campus like NDNU they don't stay single long whether they want to or not (you can decide for yrself what that means). Jamie invites Christie to sit on her bed so they can talk. Christie tells the girl not to be alarmed, but she is convinced that they were both drugged and they might not be the only girls that this happened to. Jamie didn't want to say it, but she agreed and she was scared and began to weep. Christie embraced the freshman and told her that it was going to be OK and they were going to figure out who had done this to them and they were going to pay dearly. She knew the first place to go...back to her dorm to confront the piece of shit that was sleeping in her bed, Jesse.
The two girl hugged one another, Christie told Jamie not to worry and that she will take care of whoever did this to them and any other female for that matter. Christie made her way back across campus to her dorm room in New Hall and just as she suspected, Jesse was still asleep, balls deep in her pillow. She watched him for a couple of minutes just studying his body waiting for a chance to strike. After a short time he finally rolled over and Christie reached under the sheets and took a hold of his testicles and squeezed as hard as she could. As he awoke screaming, she mounted the stunned jock and slammed his large head into the wooden bed frame, still with the death grip around his sack. Christie wasn't shy (as you can tell) and demanded to know if he had anything to do with her being drugged the night before. Jesse, confused and in searing pain, could not lie about something so serious. He claimed to have nothing to do with the situation (he was infamous around campus for taking advantage of girl who have had too much to drink) and she found that hard to believe. Christie only squeezed harder, pulling and twisting now and again slammed his head into the bed frame, this time drawing blood from just above his brow. He was now more frightened than ever, Christie meant business. Tears began streaming from his eyes as he pathetically professed that he honestly, truthfully, had nothing to do with her being drugged and apologized for taking advantage of her in the state she was in. Before she ripped his sack from his body, she let go and told the scumbag to get out and never even look at her again. Clutching his head and testicles, Jesse got up from her bed, grabbed his pants and shirt and made started for the door. He didn't turn around for fear of being beaten again for looking at her, but told her to look for a dude named Carter (local drug dealer on campus), he was probably at the "lax" house. She didn't say anything as she sat on her bed to collect her thoughts. If she was going to confront this guy she would have to come up with a proper plan, one that would scare him into never doing this to another woman ever again.
Christie waited till the next day, during the guys lacrosse game to go investigate. She walked about a quarter of a mile from the school campus to the house and went around the side of the house to get in the back. She walked right up to a sliding glass door that had been left open, probably to air out the pig sty which these guys called a house (the place deserved to be condemned and torn down it was so nasty). When she entered the house she nearly tripped over an abundance of trash from all the gross fast food the guy ate that had been collecting up in the living room. Christie did not know which room was Caters but she was going to go through all the rooms anyway and try and find something to give her a clue. The first room she investigated smelled like old sweaty under-ware and moldy cheese. She looked through the closet under piles of clothes, under the bed, in the draws of the nightstand. Nothing. She left that room for one down the hall which did not smell as bad as the first, but was still filthy, dirty clothes covered the entire carpet of the room. The first place she chose to look was under the bed. She pulled out a medium sized box which resembled a fisherman's tackle box. She opened up the case and discovered the jack pot, a seriously obsessively organized box of illicit drugs: 2 oz of high grade pot, a locket full of cocaine, bags of different colored X, an oz of Shrooms, and pill jars marked: Percocet, Oxycontin, Norco, Xanax, Adderal, Ritalin, Vicodin, Diazepan, Seconal, and Gamma-Hydroxybutyric (more commonly known as GHB; the "date-rape" drug. She couldn't believe her eyes at this dudes collection and knew that something had to be done to this guy so he stops hurting people. She was going to teach him a lesson he would never forget.
That night while the guys were out at Aussies to celebrate their win over Whittier, Christie went back to the house and found a water bottle in Carter's room and filled it with cold water from the refrigerator, a substantial dose of the Diazepan and GHB, and added a packet of Emergen-C to disguise the tainted bottle. She shook the bottle up and put it in the mini fridge that was in the corner of the room, hoping the dumb jock would drink it before going to bed, thinking he was going to hydrate before falling asleep. She left and would return in the middle of the night to exact her revenge.
After several hours of hard drinking, the lax boys returned to their house hung out until passing out at around 2am. Christie went to JB to grab the Jamie, who had also been drugged and who deserves to be apart of this. They drive together up the block to the lax house, which was quiet and that fact made the girls smile. They carefully and quietly crept to the back of the house through the sliding door, which was still open, and tip-toed through the pitch dark house to the room of Carter. The girls held their breathe as they opened the door to Carter's room and slowly moved in. Their was a tiny bit of light coming through his closet door and they could see that Carter was asleep. Christie went to the fridge and to her delight, the bottle was gone. She found the empty bottle at the foot of the guy's bed. She knew that they would have no problem getting him back to campus without him waking up, they just had to be quiet going through the house. After successfully carrying the body to the truck of the car, Christie told Jamie to get in the car and wait. Christie went back in the house and grabbed the box of drugs, if they were going to make an example of this clown, they were going to do it to the fullest extent.
They drove back to campus and parked at the front of Ralston Mansion. Jamie got out and went up to the front door and tried it, the door was unlocked. She ram back to the car and told Christie. She popped the trunk and the two girls grabbed the nearly lifeless body and carried him through the main hallway, into the ball room and sat him in a chair. While Jamie held him, Christie undressed Carter to his boxers and began duct tapping his legs and hands together, so when he woke he would not be able to get away, if he woke up at all that is; Christie wasn't really sure how much of the drugs she had given to him in the first place, she just knew she was going to fuck him up. After they were done with the tapping they stood and looked at him. Jamie began to tear up and spit on his face. The two girls embraced and Christie ensured the freshman that this was the last time he was going to hurt or contribute to another sexual assult on a female on campus at NDNU. The two girl went back to the car and again Christie told Jamie to wait while she planted one more item for some one to find, the box of drugs. Christie went back and dumped the box of drugs in the lap of Carter and spread everything around him, spilling pills to the floor. Christie walked out of the mansion feeling relieved. She knew that if she were to get caught, she would face some sort of consequences, but it was worth it to her, as long as this scum of the earth went down first.
Christie woke the next morning and felt good. She looked out the window behind New Hall and saw a group of deer sprinting up the hill, the sun kissing the ground through slits in the trees. She brushed her teeth, dressed, and made her way to the cafe for breakfast. When she walked in there was a buzz about the place. People were talking to each other excitedly about the administrations discovery at 7am. Christie got into the food line and the girls in front of her were talking about the gentleman found in the mansion, mostly naked, restrained, and incapacitated. Security cleaned up the scene and had to take the student to the hospital for fear that he had overdosed himself. As the girls kept chattering on about how much they despised Carter and how no one knew how he got there, all Christie could do was smile to herself. She was so elated that she ignored everyone around her and forgot that she was in line to order food, the person behind her nudged her and said she was holding up the line. She didn't stop smiling or say anything back to whoever was behind her, she ordered her usual omelete. She knew that the chef would mess it up, but she continued to smile because even though she was going to be dissapointed in breakfast she was ultimately already satisfied that morning, even a little mushroom couldn't disturb this feeling.
Hope you all enjoyed reading this. I really enjoyed writing it! thanks for your continued support.
love,
madisson
How about another story?? Well, you really didn't have a choice in the first place because that is what I am choosing to write about...(You can decide for yrself whether it's real or not)
Christie woke up one Saturday morning in her dorm room on the second floor of New Hall (the West side) with someones dudes body draped over her, mostly naked; she had the faint metallic taste of blood in her mouth. She was more than a little confused about what the fuck she had gotten herself into last night. Her heart began to race uncontrollably when she tried to start piecing together what she could of last night. She generally doesn't get this fucked up for this specific reason, waking up in her bed with someone she doesn't know. She identified the naked boy she was sleeping with was a sophomore named Jesse and the only reason she knew this boy was because he was known for getting around campus and what I mean by "getting around" is that the dude was a man whore, going to bed with multiple girl in the week. She and him were not even friends really, so it confused Christie as to how she ended up in a bed with him, naked, and sore all over.
Christie attempted to roll his body over so she could get up and start her morning, but was unable to because she was so small and he was kind of large, but not fat just tall and broad (I believe he is on the basketball team, but I could be mistaken, whatever). She ended up squeezing her way up from under his body and put on t - shirt and some sweats, she turned around to her desk and opened the top drawer and grabbed a small bag of some potent hydro and pack of Zig-Zags. She put her "goodies" in her purse and walked out of her room, crawled over the mess in the common room (multiple bodies, empty bottles of tequila and rum and beer cans strewn about in ever crevice of the room; the floor was sticky from people spilling drinks). Christie left the disaster which was her room for the cafe across campus, she knew that one thing (besides the pot) would help her feel a little better this morning, greasy school breakfast.
As Christie walked into the cafe, she waved over to her friends that were sitting in the back corner of the mess hall, adorned in the same t-shirt/sweatpants combo. She walked to the front of the food line and decided to get ham and cheese omelet with bell peppers and onions, NO mushrooms! After the chef came back with her eggs she also grabbed some bacon, hash browns, and made herself some toast. She poured herself a delicious glass of cranberry juice and went to check out. Steve slid her card to mark off her meal and he commented on how hung over she looked. She just starred blankly at him, mostly in disbelief that he had said some thing, called him a "fucking asshole" and walked over to her friends table.
When she sat down, Christie noticed that they were chattering on about the events that went down last night. She told them that she woke up under some behemoth and they told her that they were not surprised by this, they said they had never seen Christie so wasted in their lives and how she looked like she was having a good time and how she was all over Jesse and they were kind of happy for her since she didn't really like the act of the "random drunk hook-up". Christie took a big breathe, trying to figure out what drove her to get so wasted, she took a bite from her omelet, but spit it out immediately. Some how the chef had managed to sneak those bastard mushrooms into her eggs after she asked not to have them in there. She has never gotten the omelet she wants because the chefs always taint her eggs with the elusive mushrooms she hates. One day they will get it right, maybe. She was going to eat the bacon, but it wasn't cooked enough, floppy and dripping in grease. She shoved her plate away and nibbled on the toast as she tried to piece her night together...her friends had helped very little and were now arguing about who was going to be driving them to the mall later. They invited Christie, but she declined, she was going to figure out just what the fuck happened last night, she grabbed her plate and walked out of the cafe without any information.
Christie reached into her purse and took out her cell phone to call up a guy friend named Taylor who might have some info on the happenings from last night. She also knew that he liked to get high and she didn't wanna smoke the buds alone. He answered the phone in a groggy tone, but after she mentioned the pot he was more awake and up out of bed heading for the special smoking spot. Taylor is at the bench under the trees near Ralston Hall by the time Christie arrives and he greets her by telling her how much of a riot she was. She tells him that she really cannot remember anything, the only thing being that she and her girlfriend walked to the apartments around 11:15pm with a red cups full of jungle juice in hand. As she is recalling the room they went to, Christie pulls out the pot and wraps and she begins to pick and the bud and grind it between her fingers in order to make it smoke properly in the joint, she rolls it cleanly, and sparks the perfect cone. She passes the joint to Taylor while tells her that the last time he had seen her that night was in Wilkie 1 hanging on the big sophomore. He takes a couple of deep drags and passes the joint back to Christie apologizing for not being any help. But it then struck him that another girl he knew, a freshman, was at the same party and she also had a rough evening and also cannot figure out why she cannot remember anything. He said her name was Jamie and she lived in JB 206.
After finishing off the last of the joint, the two friends walk to JB and Taylor lets Christie upstairs to go see Jamie (Taylor was going to check up on his own girlfriend who lived in St. Joe's). After knocking twice the door swung open and Christie introduced herself as a friend of Taylor's and told her that she also had a considerably rough night. Jamie is a pretty girl, petite, blond with perky breasts, tight butt, and big glossy green eyes; girls like this are trouble on a small campus like NDNU they don't stay single long whether they want to or not (you can decide for yrself what that means). Jamie invites Christie to sit on her bed so they can talk. Christie tells the girl not to be alarmed, but she is convinced that they were both drugged and they might not be the only girls that this happened to. Jamie didn't want to say it, but she agreed and she was scared and began to weep. Christie embraced the freshman and told her that it was going to be OK and they were going to figure out who had done this to them and they were going to pay dearly. She knew the first place to go...back to her dorm to confront the piece of shit that was sleeping in her bed, Jesse.
The two girl hugged one another, Christie told Jamie not to worry and that she will take care of whoever did this to them and any other female for that matter. Christie made her way back across campus to her dorm room in New Hall and just as she suspected, Jesse was still asleep, balls deep in her pillow. She watched him for a couple of minutes just studying his body waiting for a chance to strike. After a short time he finally rolled over and Christie reached under the sheets and took a hold of his testicles and squeezed as hard as she could. As he awoke screaming, she mounted the stunned jock and slammed his large head into the wooden bed frame, still with the death grip around his sack. Christie wasn't shy (as you can tell) and demanded to know if he had anything to do with her being drugged the night before. Jesse, confused and in searing pain, could not lie about something so serious. He claimed to have nothing to do with the situation (he was infamous around campus for taking advantage of girl who have had too much to drink) and she found that hard to believe. Christie only squeezed harder, pulling and twisting now and again slammed his head into the bed frame, this time drawing blood from just above his brow. He was now more frightened than ever, Christie meant business. Tears began streaming from his eyes as he pathetically professed that he honestly, truthfully, had nothing to do with her being drugged and apologized for taking advantage of her in the state she was in. Before she ripped his sack from his body, she let go and told the scumbag to get out and never even look at her again. Clutching his head and testicles, Jesse got up from her bed, grabbed his pants and shirt and made started for the door. He didn't turn around for fear of being beaten again for looking at her, but told her to look for a dude named Carter (local drug dealer on campus), he was probably at the "lax" house. She didn't say anything as she sat on her bed to collect her thoughts. If she was going to confront this guy she would have to come up with a proper plan, one that would scare him into never doing this to another woman ever again.
Christie waited till the next day, during the guys lacrosse game to go investigate. She walked about a quarter of a mile from the school campus to the house and went around the side of the house to get in the back. She walked right up to a sliding glass door that had been left open, probably to air out the pig sty which these guys called a house (the place deserved to be condemned and torn down it was so nasty). When she entered the house she nearly tripped over an abundance of trash from all the gross fast food the guy ate that had been collecting up in the living room. Christie did not know which room was Caters but she was going to go through all the rooms anyway and try and find something to give her a clue. The first room she investigated smelled like old sweaty under-ware and moldy cheese. She looked through the closet under piles of clothes, under the bed, in the draws of the nightstand. Nothing. She left that room for one down the hall which did not smell as bad as the first, but was still filthy, dirty clothes covered the entire carpet of the room. The first place she chose to look was under the bed. She pulled out a medium sized box which resembled a fisherman's tackle box. She opened up the case and discovered the jack pot, a seriously obsessively organized box of illicit drugs: 2 oz of high grade pot, a locket full of cocaine, bags of different colored X, an oz of Shrooms, and pill jars marked: Percocet, Oxycontin, Norco, Xanax, Adderal, Ritalin, Vicodin, Diazepan, Seconal, and Gamma-Hydroxybutyric (more commonly known as GHB; the "date-rape" drug. She couldn't believe her eyes at this dudes collection and knew that something had to be done to this guy so he stops hurting people. She was going to teach him a lesson he would never forget.
That night while the guys were out at Aussies to celebrate their win over Whittier, Christie went back to the house and found a water bottle in Carter's room and filled it with cold water from the refrigerator, a substantial dose of the Diazepan and GHB, and added a packet of Emergen-C to disguise the tainted bottle. She shook the bottle up and put it in the mini fridge that was in the corner of the room, hoping the dumb jock would drink it before going to bed, thinking he was going to hydrate before falling asleep. She left and would return in the middle of the night to exact her revenge.
After several hours of hard drinking, the lax boys returned to their house hung out until passing out at around 2am. Christie went to JB to grab the Jamie, who had also been drugged and who deserves to be apart of this. They drive together up the block to the lax house, which was quiet and that fact made the girls smile. They carefully and quietly crept to the back of the house through the sliding door, which was still open, and tip-toed through the pitch dark house to the room of Carter. The girls held their breathe as they opened the door to Carter's room and slowly moved in. Their was a tiny bit of light coming through his closet door and they could see that Carter was asleep. Christie went to the fridge and to her delight, the bottle was gone. She found the empty bottle at the foot of the guy's bed. She knew that they would have no problem getting him back to campus without him waking up, they just had to be quiet going through the house. After successfully carrying the body to the truck of the car, Christie told Jamie to get in the car and wait. Christie went back in the house and grabbed the box of drugs, if they were going to make an example of this clown, they were going to do it to the fullest extent.
They drove back to campus and parked at the front of Ralston Mansion. Jamie got out and went up to the front door and tried it, the door was unlocked. She ram back to the car and told Christie. She popped the trunk and the two girls grabbed the nearly lifeless body and carried him through the main hallway, into the ball room and sat him in a chair. While Jamie held him, Christie undressed Carter to his boxers and began duct tapping his legs and hands together, so when he woke he would not be able to get away, if he woke up at all that is; Christie wasn't really sure how much of the drugs she had given to him in the first place, she just knew she was going to fuck him up. After they were done with the tapping they stood and looked at him. Jamie began to tear up and spit on his face. The two girls embraced and Christie ensured the freshman that this was the last time he was going to hurt or contribute to another sexual assult on a female on campus at NDNU. The two girl went back to the car and again Christie told Jamie to wait while she planted one more item for some one to find, the box of drugs. Christie went back and dumped the box of drugs in the lap of Carter and spread everything around him, spilling pills to the floor. Christie walked out of the mansion feeling relieved. She knew that if she were to get caught, she would face some sort of consequences, but it was worth it to her, as long as this scum of the earth went down first.
Christie woke the next morning and felt good. She looked out the window behind New Hall and saw a group of deer sprinting up the hill, the sun kissing the ground through slits in the trees. She brushed her teeth, dressed, and made her way to the cafe for breakfast. When she walked in there was a buzz about the place. People were talking to each other excitedly about the administrations discovery at 7am. Christie got into the food line and the girls in front of her were talking about the gentleman found in the mansion, mostly naked, restrained, and incapacitated. Security cleaned up the scene and had to take the student to the hospital for fear that he had overdosed himself. As the girls kept chattering on about how much they despised Carter and how no one knew how he got there, all Christie could do was smile to herself. She was so elated that she ignored everyone around her and forgot that she was in line to order food, the person behind her nudged her and said she was holding up the line. She didn't stop smiling or say anything back to whoever was behind her, she ordered her usual omelete. She knew that the chef would mess it up, but she continued to smile because even though she was going to be dissapointed in breakfast she was ultimately already satisfied that morning, even a little mushroom couldn't disturb this feeling.
Hope you all enjoyed reading this. I really enjoyed writing it! thanks for your continued support.
love,
madisson
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