Friday, December 28, 2001

Default "Wastin My Time"

Well I don't want to see you waiting
I've already gone too far away
I still can't keep the day from ending
No more messed up reasons for me to stay

Well this is not for real
Afraid to feel
I just hit the floor
Don't ask for more
I'm wasting my time
I'm wasting my time
You can't stop the feeling
And there's no reason
Let's make the call
And take it all again
Woah again

Months went by with us pretending
When did our light turn from green to red
I took a chance and left you standing
Lost the will to do this once again

Well this is not for real
Afraid to feel
I just hit the floor
Don't ask for more
I'm wasting my time
I'm wasting my time
You can't stop the feeling
And there's no reason

Let's make the call
And take it all
I'm wasting my time
I'm wasting my time again
Woah again

See you waiting
Lonesome, lonely
See you waiting
I see you waiting

Thursday, December 27, 2001

Not gonna get into it

There will be no changing minds. There will be no effort to broaden (name excluded)'s perspective. Every constituent has the right to construe his/her own opinion. I will not attempt to debate a topic based on mere personal opinion. It is not within my civility that I suggest “right” alternatives. I will not seek to modify the nature of (NE)’s judgments. I will not be offended by words.

Christmas, isn’t it wonderful?

I love Santa. I adore family. I cherish my friends…… by god, I love Christmas time. Every year it gets just a little sweeter. The Homily on Christmas Eve was notably eloquent, nearly restoring my faith in Catholicism completely. My roommate’s holiday wasn’t as decadent as she anticipated; it was an absolute jubilation at first read . I was all but reduced to tears at mass, as I caught a glimpse of my older brothers fingers wrapped comfortably around my father’s warm hand as we recited the Our Father. My grandmother called me a wino after becoming aware of my newfound affection for the taste of a late Merlot or Chardonnay. I finally have a grip on the original Nintendo; complete with gold plated Zelda and Mario Bros. My closest and most coveted friends sound as if all had a splendid Christmas season. Two of my young cousins are near marriage. Two aunts are currently expecting; one is predicting two bundles of joy, at 48. And all is well in the LaDuke household.

I am definitely content with my life at this moment.

Monday, December 24, 2001

No real sleep

We had our annual O'Connor Christmas party yesterday at our house. It was quite a splendid gathering except for the fact that I ate entirely too much food. I was assisting my mother in setting the table so I missed the first round of our delicious dinner. People just kept coming in and bringing more and more food, so as it was passed through the kitchen, my aunts and I would nibble on little pieces of everything. My brother injected Cajun seasoning into a fried turkey, which was amazing by the way, and all of us devoured it at first sight. We must have been eating for 8 hours straight.

At 9pm, after 8 hours of partying, everyone left still munching on something. I felt so sick. At about midnight, I crawled into bed after having coffee with some friends at National for an hour, and talking to Cap and Jofish on the phone. I got really sick, I mean REALLY sick. I think I finally got myself to go back into my room and pass out at 2am. I woke up 630am, 745am, 8am and then at 11am........It was god awful. I'm sitting here now, at noon, and my stomach is still in knots. Ouch.......

I went to another Christmas party at HyprHypo's the night before so that might have had something to do with last night. We got there at like 11pm, and Sobe and I were shaking because we were so nervous about going. All that's happened this year, we felt was so a reason for us to be just scared out of our minds. So we secluded ourselves to a little corner in the kitchen and sipped on a glass of wine. We polished off 4 bottles of wine, I think, by 1am. It was really nerve-racking to be there at first, because we didn't know how people would feel about us being there, but it turned out to be cool. I got to talk to someone I haven't talked to in a while, I got to resolve things with someone else, and I got to hug and wish luck on someone who's in the beginnings of hopefully an awesome relationship. All in all it was a pretty decent night. Just way too much wine. :-)

Friday, December 21, 2001

Oh my god...PAIN

My wisdom tooth revealed itself today.......a small portion of the bottom right wisdom tooth is now entirely exposed. The inside of my cheek looks like it lost a war......I'm exhausted.......I want to go home and suck on ice cubes.....and it's my mommy's birthday and I'm starting to think I'm ruining it by making her worry.........
Something I saw in the company email box YOU KNOW YOU'RE FROM MICHIGAN IF:


· “Vacation" means going to Cedar Point.
· Your year has 2 seasons: Winter and Construction.
· You drive 86 mph on the highway and pass on the right.
· Your idea of a traffic jam is 20 cars waiting to pass an orange barrel.
· You know how to play (and pronounce) Euchre.
· You know how to pronounce Mackinac.
· You've had to switch on the "heat" and the "A/C" in the same day.
· You bake with SODA and drink a POP.
· When giving directions, you refer to "A Michigan Left."
· At least 1 member of your family disowns you the week of the Michigan/Michigan State game
· You know when it has rained because of the smell of worms.

-94.7 WCSX

Thursday, December 20, 2001

I think I'm losin my mind this time, this time I'm losin my mind

I know nothing about hockey. My brothers and neighbors used to come over to my old house and play pick up games in my backyard when we were kids but even then I was like, "ok hit, I hit, puck goes in net." I owned a stick once. And a little orange puck. Two actually. I still own a pair of hockey skates (not to be confused with 'ice skates'). I had gloves once. They were hand-me-downs, from like 6 generations. And I only had 'em cause I stole 'em from my brother. We had nets once. They were red and you had to put them together everytime you wanted to play. Kinda sucky cause they were metal and quite flimsy. I used to kick the hell out of em with my soccer ball back in the day. But see that's how I was when I was little. I was a hardcore tomboy. I used to go out back and nail the ball a couple times on the side of the house when I was pissed off. I broke the basement window, my mom wasn't happy. Neither was I, my ball went flat. I don't do that now although it would be nice to work out once and a while. My mom told me the other day that I was a little bit of a hot head in my younger days. I remember those days. Venting on the rink or on the field. I usually got clocked on the rink though. My bestest friend WCN, our classmate Falcon, and my little bro would come out and play some semi-freezing nights. My dad even put a light over the ice so that we could play later. The games were kinda dumb though. It was a contest to see who could knock someone out of the rink first, the actual game was kindof the sub-plot. I was the one who was thrown out most of the time. Either my bro or I, was on someone's agenda every night. It was ok though, we didn't mind.

I miss my old backyard. I miss my old neighborhood. I miss going to block parties in the summer. I hate that we know all of two families in our neighborhood now. I miss our swing. My dad tied thick ropes to the lowest branch of this tree right smack in the middle of our old backyard. I used to climb them just to see if I could make it to the top. It was 50-60 ft ropes. Tall tree for a little kid. I made it to the top a few times but my mom always ran outside, screaming at me to get down, "NOW!" I miss watching my dad put my little sister on his lap and swing back and forth. I miss making leave trails in the back after all the leaves fell. We would make curves, twists and turns with rakes, making a clear path in the leaves and tattooing the lawn with green lines. Then we used to switch and run through each other's trails. I miss building a fort out of sticks behind the fence, in the woods, beyond our property line. We spent days making this thing, it was cool. I miss "night games" with the neighbor kids. I miss climbing the evergreen tree in the front yard and the one down the street. I miss Arman our old next door neighbor. No wait, no I don't. That guy was creepy. He mowed his lawn almost every day, he asked my bestest friend's older sister out on a date (he was like 40 and she was 18 at the time I think), he lived off his mother's millions so he never had to work, and he never shaved, so when he looked at you, it was like caveman on drugs or somin; it was freakin people out. He told my dad once that his property value was gonna go down if my dad didn't mow the lawn. Dude, my dad was at work 8 days a week tryin to keep himself above water and you expect him to jump right on that those few moments he's at home? Sometimes we went with the extra long blade look, but us kids enjoyed it. My dad would always pull a Cap when he talked to Arman, "I work, jackass." It was funny sometimes.

Yea, I better get back on this "burn the C drive and fix it, Jack" thing I'm supposed to be working on. Ehe, I'll finished it before lunch. Check yall later.

Tuesday, December 18, 2001


Bumstead, her wonderful sorta-but-not-really finance (we'll call him George), and I, went to visit Nopa and Capn this past weekend. We had a great time celebrating Nopa's belated birthday and it was just delightful hanging out with them for a couple days. :-) On Sunday morning, Nopa, Cap and I went to Food Dance for breakfast at 1 where interestingly enough, the girl who now on shall be refered to as Nicks (as in Stevie Nicks cause she sings "Landslide"), works there. I was surprised, to be honest I really didn't think the food would be as good as it actually was. They had these muffin pieces, whoa soooooo goood. Nicks bagged some for me so I took some home and put em in the fridge before making my mom eat some. I forgot they were in there till today and so I took them out and ate some, ohhhh so good with morning coffee.

I've never seen something so big and look so good

My dad just got a brand new 61" HD TV.!! I watched WWF last night on it. Wow. The picture has contrast and color you wouldn't believe. Dude this thing is soo cool. So not like any other big screen I've ever seen. It's so awesome......and my dad hooked a DVD player up to it. I died last night and went to heaven, I swear to you, it's the coolest thing you've ever seen. Everyone must come over to my house one Monday or Thursday night to watch WWF, especially JoFishy and Bum, it'll be so sweet....Nopa bring your video system and you can kick all of our asses on it......It's a digital picture.......ahhhh I can't wait to go home and spend hours in front of it-----and hey I'm the almost oldest sibling so ha! I get the remote!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Monday, December 17, 2001

Two women

In the business world, there are two kinds of women. Those who sit at a desk, accomplish given duties for the day ( & plus some) with a smile on her face, offer to take on an extra load at the weekly staff meeting no problem, then drive home to a bubble bath and mud mask......And those who sit at a desk, eat small, Little Cesar's Pizza's (leaving the box next to their keyboard toppling the piles of chocolate truffle wrappers), raise the tone in her voice to 'ear-shattering' level (when the cleaning people didn't do the dishes or moved their toys to clean desktops), then stick a thousand pieces of gum on the sides of their garbage cans before heading home. I dispise the latter. I go up there (that company occupies the second floor of LaDuke Roofing's office building), and I get sick to my stomach.

One annoying flaw

There is a large garbage can next to the window upstairs, in the back of the half kitchen. There's an emtpy box sitting on the floor next to the trash can. Granted there is a lid on the garbage can so there is an extra step in throwing things away. However, do people take that extra two seconds to discard items into the proper place? No. They let the box on the floor overflow until the lid of the paper box reveals itself, then it's on to that space. Customers came by last week, didn't they?? People, it's an office, not your home. Very unprofessional folks.


The word 'dirt hole' comes to mind. It's like walking into a restroom at a mexican restaurant after a Mr. guy-who-loves-mexicano-but-it-doesn't-sit-right-in-his-stomach walks out. eeee open da windows senoirita, it stinks in here!! It is unbelievable.

Individual Offices

Everyone's got a smoker working for them. We've had estimators and a million roofers who smoke and probably will continue to have smokers on our team. However, like anywhere else, there are rules that people have to abide by when working in a business like environment. Employee's for LaDuke Roofing have all generally complied to this rule (we've had some mishaps but not a significant amount), yet it's a different story for upstairs. Wasn't it like in the late 80's, early 90's that smoking was 'not acceptable' in the workplace? Look I'm sorry but take it outside dude. If it's cool in your house, go for it, you're not clouding some non-smoker's office---forcing them to breathe your exhale. Even though it's cold right now, it's so much better outside......that way if non-smokers want to join you in a conversation over a cigarette, they're not sucking in second hand smoke. Besides, isn't a smokey stick more satisfying in the cold?


How long do you think that taco has been sitting in that sink??

Little Garbage cans

No bags or places where we put things that are sticky and leaky.
(credit to JonJon's titles)


What someone actually sticky-noted on the side of a box: "Throw newspapers away, not box".......I wonder if they went though the dumpster one day, mumbling foul words under their breath, as they recover the box.

Secretary Ladies

They are whiney, therefore they should be fired. haha. I'm just kidding........they should be kicked out and then fired.*


I'm done ranting for the moment.

*I really don't have a big problem with those ladies. It just bugs me that they complain that I move their toys (to clean). I really don't know them that well so I'm gonna kick myself in the leg because I shouldn't say that about people I don't know and I have no opinion.

Thursday, December 13, 2001

Secret Surprise.......

I'm sitting here, at work again, wondering what I'm gonna do about this little hunger pain in my stomach. It's 9am and I have to continue printing but I feel somewhat hungry, err I think I feel hungry. I went to the book store last night instead of eating dinner so that might be why I might be hungry. I'm still wondering.

So I went to Barnes and Noble on 15 and Telegraph last night. It's a nice little book store with a little coffee place inside where studious people can look......studious. In the midst of looking for a birthday gift for my pop (by the way it's today), I found a 'How To Get Into Law School' section. I flipped through practice LSAT's and looked at GPA's optimal for law school, and I began to rip my hair out piece by piece. Yea, I didn't do as well as I could have this semester and looking at this minimum GPA and LSAT score did not help whatsoever. If I don't keep my grades high enough for the next 5 semesters (and by high I mean at least a 3.5+), I may not get into law school. Not cool. There's really nothing you can do with a criminal justice degree. I mean you don't need a degree in law enforcement and other than that there's really nothing else to do. The contract should and better help me for the rest of the year or I'm skrewed, royally.

Guess who else is fuckin my shit up lately!?! Capital One Credit. Their cards are so inticing to look at, I just have to spend. I'm looking at my bank account and I really can't afford it, but still I spend. The little black and blue cards (ironic isn't it?) look so fun, I can spend and the cash in my pocket is still there when I leave the store. Their so fun until the 20th-30th of every month. My two little buddies say, "it's time to pay up bitch!" I always pay, cause I know they still love me. We yell at each other sometimes but I know deep down inside they love me. :-)

Speaking of not spending money and how I'm gonna spend it anyway, a friend and I have a surprise. We can't tell you who, what, when, and where---we can only say it's a surprise. That is all.

Wednesday, December 12, 2001

My job

I am the computer geek at work. People come to me with questions like, "how come I can't get this program to function through unix?" or "I can't get this TIF file to convert to a PDF, can you find out what EXE I lost?". Ok yea, I know what you are thinkin, your thinkin "jay? she doesn't know anything about computers! She doesn't even know HTML language or what a 3D accelerator is!" Well folks, I do know a little smigen about computers. Well at least when I'm at work, I think it all goes to hell after that. Anyway, so I was scanning windows' files today, to find a source file to a program that decided it doesn't want to work, yada yada yada, all the previous non-saved files were now preserved and present on the program, which just now yelled at me for making it work. I also do grunt work, aka things that no one wants to waste his/her time doing. For example, since 10am this morning, I've been printing. My not-really-boss-but-higher-than-I-am-guy asked me to print out some details to close a punch list. Ok these pages, yea, one would think it would take five minutes, HA! I laugh at one!! I've got 18 gigs in front of me, 64 megs of free RAM but nooooo, we don't want to use that. WE wanna be scanned in a hi-res scanner that boggs down my cache mem everytime you access a file and try and print it. Oh yea, and the printer?! yea it doesn't want to print now, it's too good for ink. It's going on strike because it wants a new $280 PCU. (<--sarcasm - I know it's hard to tell with me sometimes)

I jump online and listen to winamp while I work to. I normally would never do that but since I finish my work so fast, I try and distract myself so it'll take me longer (otherwise I'm bored as hell). Seriously I've got 18 gig in front of me, imagine the possibilities. Sometimes I do shit like leveling the ground between the addition and the next door building or building gynormus shelves for the file room then organizing every single file and making a directory. I like that stuff, I mean of course it causes bruising but it's relaxing and takes up a lot of my day. So yea, that's about all I do. What do you do?

Oh yea and to my friend Bumstead. I know it's difficult to be the peacemaker when it seems as though there's no hope between person A and person B and I want to send you all the respect and love in the world for doing it. Girl you amaze me. I may have told you this before but you are by far, one of the strongest, nicest, sweetest people I know. Dude my mom so digs you too, she said you were so cute :-). So my holiday wish for this year, is that you will never have to play the peacemaker role between the people you love ever again.

Fingers crossed---

Tuesday, December 11, 2001

I went to a concert last night

Holy shnikes! I went to see Lifehouse last night and it was a phenomenal show. I was very impressed with their performance, they were great. They livened up the stage by changing the approach to their songs so that the only way you recognized the song was by the words.......They also put on an acoustic set for us, it was unbelievable! On that note: I'm feelin a little better about my forgetfulness today. It's a good thing too cause I was really upset, my little sister forgot to press the record button at 9pm so I could watch RAW when I got home. It's ok, I'm ok................

Speaking of RAW---while I was writing this I was reading about what happened last night. Ok, the words "can", "you", "dig", "it", "sucka" and "I", "know", "you", "didn't", "just", "say", "that", should never be used in a sentence, ever. The word "spineronie" is now a slanderous word and it shall never be considered a good word because the stupid fuck who invented the "spineronie" is keeping the other arrogant fool, Jericho, a champion. Booker T is a horrible character, McMahon is a dumb shit for bringing that I-am-tighty-whitey-wearing-Sam Jackson-wanna-be Fuck Nut back to the ring. Come on, Rick Flair was right not to offer Booker T a job. Whoooooooo. Kurt Angle and Rikishi? Wow, that musta been cool to watch. I'm sad about Jeff and Matt though. Jeff is so sweet and Matt is awesome but Matt is getting all pissed off over stupid stuff, he's gotta calm down a little bit. I hope the Hardy Boyz don't really break up, I love those guys.

Anyway, enough about WWF. I went to drop off some sumps today at a jobsite and the foreman asks "you're a LaDuke aren't you?" I smiled and said "yea" but it was a kindof a fake smile. I didn't want him to know that I was a LaDuke. That name has a definite "the boss' daughter" stigma in this business. It sucks, I feel like they look at me with resentment--fuck I look at myself with resentment. I have no power in this company, neither do I need any. None. Look, I love what makes me who I am (in particular, my parents) with all my heart, but sometimes I wish I was just a girl dropping off boxes of sump covers.

Monday, December 10, 2001

Look at me

Honestly, I look at myself in the mirror every day and I wonder what the hell I'm doing on the face of this planet.

I hate it when I can't remember anything. Sometimes I want someone like Nicotrel to come over to my house and beat the living hell out of me if I forget something. For example, I bought something for my buddy and for like three days, I've been meaning to send it. Grrrrr that makes me so frikin mad. Note: It's still sitting on my dresser at home. I forgot I'm supposed to go to a concert tonight and a Wing's game on the 19th......I was supposed to call Bumstead today and I forgot the number at home. I forgot the papers for my family tree thing at school as well as my jackets, including the leather and long ones, and preorder form for books and shit. I forgot to stop at the gas station this morning and during lunch, to fill my tires with air.....that is really important because I'm down to 30psi and my truck holds 45psi max. I forgot my CD's where I copied the photo's for my christmas project, at home but then found out that because I don't have a burner, my computer won't read CD-RW discs and the only picture/show/editwithmusic that I have access to, is on my computer and I can't transfer the program setup files to this computer (I'm at work) because a floppy is too small and the only internet capablilities my computer has, is ethernet and we have neither connection at work or at home. So basically, my whole idea is crushed-a-mondo because I forgot that there is no possible way I can get the stupid dumb files off my computer. I wish I could hook up and send them to this computer but more than likely if I tried I would run into a firewall and that means that I have to go into this machine and disable it which could take all year. Awe shit I hope this day goes faster.

Friday, December 07, 2001

Buddies for life.......

That's all I pretty much have to say. I cherish you may not be here physically, but all you guys...friends, buddies, boyfriends (yes I said boyfriends, JP, I do have gentlemen callers) are all in my heart......I love you man....errr (wo) man (s) :-)


P.S--JP, I'm just know you're my Philosophy night, got-me-into-wrestling-again, wonderful know it......Nelson!!!!:-)

Tuesday, December 04, 2001

CMD 131 : Welcome to Hell

Exam 1 : You Will Not Pass Whatsoever

#1. The two legal uses of documents developed in the Contract Document Phase of the Design Services Contract are:
A. ....uhh true
B. Fabrication and Erection Contract Documents
C. Contract Construction and Contract Completion Documents
D. Fabrication and Construction Contract Documents
E. It really doesn't matter what answer you put because you're wrong and if you choose this answer you will also be wrong.
*there is no possible way you can get this question right because you will be wrong. HA!

#2. Does wood burn when you ignite it?
A. yes
B. no
C. possibly
D. I don't know
* the correct answer was not listed. Why because I said, within the 94th minute of lecture in a quiet, under-my-breath tone, that it sometimes lights and sometimes doesn't. So the correct answer was: Sometimes......Ha ha! And let me tell you why-----(2 hour long explaination)---so there.
Bless the day after finals

I'm so hoping to have a hangover that day. :)

Saturday, December 01, 2001


Miss HotLindsay5, this bloggy is for you. Look at Bumstead's blogspot....Does that name ring a bell??!!

Aight, I'm sorry my bloggy reader's, I can't spill the secret on the internet, it's just the "you had to be there" story and you'd be mad cause it's not interesting or funny to you. Sorry my little bloggy reader's!!
Studioustistoscityness is not a word

I created this pledge argeement thing today and it took me two hours, I'm so proud. It's in a contract-like form stating bascially that those who sign it will work towards achieving a 4 point next semester and help others under the agreement to stay motivated and on task. It's totally no huge deal or anything, it's only a mere concrete kinda motivation tool to help stay focused during the remander of the year. Hey if any of you would like to sign me and I'll send a copy to you! I'm not a big fan of school this semester so I'm willing to really try anything to get on the ball for next semester. I really want to do well.