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Gracie Rhodes' InsaneJournal:
| Monday, October 1st, 2018 | |
| 11:17 pm |  TEXTS | VOICEMAIL | SPAM | LETTERBOMBS | PROFESSIONS OF UNDYING LOVE |
| Friday, May 11th, 2018 | |
| 1:32 am | |
| Tuesday, April 10th, 2012 | |
| 10:51 am | I got knocked flat on my ass on Saturday at practice. I should have been paying more attention, but Sadie blindsided me. I never saw it coming and my feet came sliding out from under me. It was a super slide, too. My shins are scraped to shit and I have a seriously sexy, totally massive bruise on my ass. A month to go until derby starts back up. I am so not ready. In other news, Easter was a lot of fun. I ate a lot of food and then decided to take an impromptu nap (see also: I passed out) with Noah on the couch at Alex's. Also. Laura said there was someone around who was able to teach archery? Because I'm seriously ready to go all Katniss on someone's ass. Even if that someone happens to be a tree. Current Mood:  productiveCurrent Music: Spanish Pipedream - The Avett Brothers |
| Sunday, November 20th, 2011 | |
| 2:56 pm | Text Message to Laura Hall ( Text ) |
| Thursday, September 29th, 2011 | |
| 3:38 pm | In honor of the upcoming month being the very one honoring the birth of one of my very best friends, Ms. Kelsey Peters, I am preparing for my annual Margaritas & Pumpkin Carving celebration. I usually wait until later in the year to do it, but October actually starts on Saturday, right? There is the small matter of the pumpkins possibly wilting before Halloween gets here, but I figure... if that means we have to do it again in a couple of weeks so we have fresh pumpkin masterpieces, so be it? And yes, I'm well aware that mixing carving tools with liquor sounds like a bad idea... but... this will be the fifth year in a row of doing it, and no one at this get-together has ever sustained any serious injuries. Though, I'm sure some of you people out there would take that as a personal challenge. EDIT: I forgot that I am absolutely, 100% not going to be in town on Saturday night. So. It might have to be a next weekend sort of thing. Which, really? That just means more future plans. Heck yes. |
| Sunday, September 25th, 2011 | |
| 7:55 pm | [text] [Text message sent to Alex Chalker-Crawford, Laura Hall, & Kelsey Peters] Ohdearlord. Please save me from myself. Current Mood:  crazy |
| Wednesday, September 14th, 2011 | |
| 6:21 pm | I'm not even going to lie, you guys. I want to see The Lion King in 3D so badly. It's in theaters on Friday, and the commercials keep telling me that it's only for two weeks, which instills in me a serious sense of urgency. Mitch? Does not want to take me. No surprise there. If I don't get someone else to come with me, I'm going to take a bus to Portland if I have to. You can make fun of me if you want to, but when I was ten years old, that movie was my life. I had so many toys, games, t-shirts... everything. Bedsheets. I had Lion King bedsheets. The video game for Sega Genesis. Even the little playset that looked like Pride Rock on one side and the Elephant Graveyard on the other. Surely I can't be the only one who geeks out about stuff like that. |
| Friday, September 2nd, 2011 | |
| 6:59 pm | Pardon any spelling errors, and pardon the brevity of this thing... I'm posting from my phone. Somehow decided to spend Labor Day weekend camping in the middle of Nowheresville with a bunch of guys. So for all of you Nosy Rosies out there, I haven't fallen off the face of the planet, I'm just out experiencing nature. As soon as I'm done posting this. I promise. This is just proof that if I get eaten by a bear on this trip, that I was an awesome person. I leave my video games to Laura, my movies to Alex, and my music collection to Kels, per usual. |
| Thursday, July 28th, 2011 | |
| 7:17 pm | I feel like maybe I've been dragging my heels on my way to adulthood. I mean, think about it this way: people I hung around with in high school are in serious relationships, getting married or already married, having kids, getting real jobs. Me? I'm still living with Mitch, working at the H-Mart, doing any number of non-adult-like things. It's not like I've felt the need to suddenly mature overnight, or that I'm feeling some kind of push in that direction. No, not really. I'm just in an awkward in-between stage of my life where I don't feel like I belong in the category with kids and I don't quite fit in the realm of adulthood. It's not so much that I'm being drawn toward something more than what I have now... more like I'm being pulled along for fear of being left behind. How do I fix this? Go to night school? Find a boyfriend? Get a real job? My own apartment? Pay bills? How does one go about fixing a 27-year-old problem? Laura, Alex, Kels, if you so much as mention setting me up on a blind date, I will have your ass on a platter and feed it to the hungry wild carnivorous zebra that roam the woods around the lake. Current Mood:  blahCurrent Music: Drumming Song || Florence + The Machine |
| Thursday, July 14th, 2011 | |
| 1:21 pm | [Ladyfriends only] ( Word Vomit ) |
| Saturday, July 9th, 2011 | |
| 1:16 am | This new show, Wilfred, on FX? Has anyone out there in Internetland seen it? Elijah Wood imagines his neighbor's dog as a full-grown man in a dog suit. On the surface, it's ridiculous, but it's also pretty entertaining. It's kind of like a bad trip, though. If that ever happened to me, I wouldn't be taking it as well as Elijah Wood does. I'd freak out and probably try to hide under the kitchen table. I don't know. Dogs kind of freak me out anyway. They've always seemed to like me for some reason, but in a lot of ways they make me uncomfortable. I always feel like they're going to turn on me, or sniff me in inappropriately forward places, and really I'd rather they didn't. In other, more loser-ish news, I really don't mind being drunk-dialed by my best friend on a Friday night. Mostly because she's damned hilarious. Don't worry, Kels, I didn't want any of your box wine (which is arguably the classiest wine money can buy). I'm more of a beer girl, myself. I probably will be forever. |
| Monday, July 4th, 2011 | |
| 8:02 pm | Anxiously awaiting the birth of the littlest Crawford has been taking forever. In a little while, it'll be time for the fireworks and stuff. I think there are just too many people going down to the lake tonight. I like the festivities, but I don't like crowds. I might just blow some shit up at Mitch's house and drink some beers. He's got a fire pit and some of those shitty camp chairs. I might make my own celebration. Anybody who wants to have an impromptu anti-party at my uncle's house, feel free to request permission to come aboard. |
| Thursday, April 14th, 2011 | |
| 9:41 pm | I tried to donate blood today, but they said my blood didn't have enough iron in it. I hate when that happens. See, the hospital always calls me the very second that I'm eligible to donate blood, because I have a pretty cool blood type that can be used with lots of different kinds of people, so they want it. Fuckin' vampires. But I guess I'm not eating enough red meat or liver or whatever. I haven't been eating much meat at all lately, actually. I'm not going full-on vegetarian or anything, but stuff just hasn't looked good. I mean, when was the last time you saw a hot dog and just couldn't wait to chow down? That's the kind of "meat" that Mitch has been buying... that and those frozen hamburger patties, not even the fresh ground beef kind you can make your own burgers out of. And frozen chicken burritos. It's just... it's not food. So, I invest in produce and pass on his "meat" ... that's not wrong, is it? Maybe I can skip the liver and just take some iron supplement pills or something. |
| Friday, February 11th, 2011 | |
| 3:36 pm | Valentine's Day. I don't really care about it. I'm not going to pretend I'm one of those bitter single people who hates it, because hating something takes effort, and I really just... don't care either way. The people I love know that I love them, and I don't need a special day to tell them. I'll probably give them candy, but it's not gonna be all pink and hearty and fluffy. Just the straight-up good stuff. So, I signed up to work backstage on the play thing that's happening in town. I did a little bit of theater when I was in high school (nothing major -- no onstage speaking roles or anything, though I was a townsperson my sophomore year when we did To Kill A Mockingbird -- basically I got to sit onstage under super hot lights, pretending I was in a courtroom fanning myself). Mostly I helped with props, costumes, and lights. You know, the backstage stuff, the kinds of jobs where you can get away with wearing a black t-shirt and jeans instead of dressing in fancy period costume. I liked walking around on the catwalks and doing mic checks and stuff like that. So I get to be propsmaster. I get to go out and find the stuff that goes on tables and pick out art to hang on the walls. It's kind of awesome, actually. Best part? Laura and Tonia are working backstage, too, so you know there will be shenanigans to spare. I'm already familiar with the layout of the stage and the theater and stuff, since it's the same place we did all our productions in high school. I think this is kind of what I needed, you know? A project to work on. Something to jump into with both feet and distract me from how easy it would be to stay at home and play video games all the time when I'm not at work. I haven't been this excited about something in a really long time. Oh, right. Except for the fact that Alex is having a baby. I screamed like a crazy person when I found out about that. Current Mood: motivatedCurrent Music: Violet! || Jeremy Messersmith |
| Friday, January 14th, 2011 | |
| 10:35 am | SNOW! We just got some fresh snow last night, the awesome kind that's good for packing and building stuff out of. I made a snowman this morning, and I'm thinking about spending some more time playing in the snow this weekend. When I was growing up in Minnesota, my friends and I always had competitions to see who could build the biggest snow forts, and then we'd pummel each other with snowballs until we were bruised everywhere. If your snow fort could withstand the force of open fire from tons of snowballs, then you were considered truly badass. So, what do you think? Anyone feel like getting a facefull of snow? I don't want to hear any garbage about how some of you people think you're too old or too cool to throw a snowball or play around like a little kid. Yeah, it's winter, yeah, snow is cold, but life is short and the snow's gonna melt and then the world's gonna get slushy and squishy and gross and then you'll all have something new to complain about. Current Mood:  bouncyCurrent Music: Doo Wah Doo - Kate Nash |
| Sunday, December 5th, 2010 | |
| 1:32 am | WHOA GOD. Okay, so it's after midnight and I'm more wired than an electric fence. We got these tasty pumpkin cappuccino things for the coffee machines at the H-Mart, and I'm addicted to them. Plus, you can get a huge-gantic 24oz coffee for less than two bucks. So when my manager asks me if there's anything I wanna buy before he counts out my register at night, I obviously choose coffee. Eleven o'clock at night and that's what I get. Coffee, coffee, coffee. I can't help it, though, because it's so good. I think I put too much sugar and creamer into this thing, because it's like a caffeinated pumpkiny dream come true milkshake thing. Also, Blues Brothers is on TV and Carrie Fisher just blew up a phone booth with a flame thrower. It kind of makes me want to drive a police car through Chicago. At least over a drawbridge. Who did those guys think they were, anyway? The Dukes of Hazard? This is insane. I have so much energy. I don't think I'll be going to sleep anytime soon. |
| Monday, November 22nd, 2010 | |
| 10:21 am | I haven't really meant to be out of touch with so many people, lately. I've just been doing a lot of thinking lately, and it's not all the fun kind of thinking. Plus, I had company a few weeks back. My parents came, just as they promised they would, which was the last thing I really wanted from them. But since I won't go visit them, they figured out the best way to get some face time is to ambush me here in Heritage. Well, okay then. But I just wanted everyone to know I haven't been hiding, or purposefully avoiding people. I just don't really like holidays much, and it's the time of year where everyone tries to shove Thanksgiving and Christmas down each other's throats. I've been begging and pleading with the bossman to hold off on playing the Christmas music over the store's overhead speakers until December gets here. Maybe he's scared of me, maybe he was just being nice, but he agreed. Well, there's only about eight days left in November, so holding off on that was fun while it lasted. My Uncle Mitch volunteered me to help him set up the big Christmas tree they put in the lobby of the Heritage Lake Lodge every year, so I'm sure to be covered in pine needles, dozens of needle sticks, and get appointed head girl in charge of untangling strands of lights from a box they probably threw them in after last year's tree came down. I'm not trying to be a Scrooge, I promise. I'm going to try to be better about all of this. Current Mood:  confusedCurrent Music: Chelsea Dagger || The Fratellis |
| Friday, September 17th, 2010 | |
| 2:24 pm | My parents want to come to Oregon to visit me. They want to bring my brother and make a weekend trip out of it. Christ, my parents are rich enough to take 'weekend trips.' I am not. Can't they wait until Christmas when they pay to fly me back out to Minnesota to get snowed into my own personal family hell? It's always the same kinds of arguments. My mother always brings up the same stupid things. Why haven't you found a boyfriend yet? You're not a lesbian, are you? Because you know what your grandmother would think." Yes, I know that Nana would shit a bowling trophy if she ever found out anything like that, but I'm not, so there's no need to worry her about stupid things like that. "Do you think you'll go back to school so you can get a real job and move out and stop bothering your uncle?" Believe me, if I could afford to move out of this hellhole and not live with this creepy old man, I would. You know, when you don't do anything different from the way you've always done things, nothing ever changes. Isn't the definition of insanity doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results? My mother is clearly insane. She expects me to do all of this stuff, but I'm actually pretty content in this life in the Siberia she exiled me to all those years ago. I strap on a parka and I face the blizzards head on. I wish they'd just stay put where they are and leave me alone. |
| Sunday, August 22nd, 2010 | |
| 12:04 pm | Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshiiiiii I can't find my notebook. The one I use for all my writings? It's gone. Fucking gone! It was in my bag yesterday, and I go to use it today while on my break at work, and it's just not there. I tore through the break room, then turned my uncle's house upside down looking for it, but I can't find it ANYWHERE and I'm freaking the hell out. It's not like it's a journal or some dumb girly diary or anything, just one of those black and white marbled composition notebooks... but it's IMPORTANT and it's MINE and I NEED IT. The worst part, though? It doesn't have my name on it anywhere. I wanted to keep it secret and private and I didn't want anybody snooping through it. I'll probably never get it back. |
| Monday, May 17th, 2010 | |
| 5:36 pm | Yes, okay. The murderer/thief/whatever is a scary guy. He killed people and assaulted people and wreaked havoc on our town. I'm not saying that it's not freaky that a girl my age got killed within the county limits. Really. I'm not going to say that it doesn't make me uneasy, either. But what kind of annoys me is that people who live in this town think that it's some kind of bubble of safety. They're so shocked that things like this can happen in such a nice town like this. Bad shit happens everywhere. But maybe I'm just a jaded city kid who moved to this podunk little town. Sure, it's quiet and sleepy, but people are people, and no matter how much you want to believe the best in them, there are going to be fucked up people who do fucked up things. I almost feel sorry for anyone who moved here thinking they were going to get away from the scourge of humanity by moving to the middle of nowhere. Maybe people who've lived here all their lives just don't know any better. I'm not trying to be a bitch. I'm not trying to be insensitive. I just hate misdirected hysteria. Be scared of the guy. That guy's in police custody now, so there's that. Maybe we've all just gotten too comfortable. Current Music: Rag and Bone || The White Stripes |
