It's always cloudy when you look into the past

iTunes: The Take Over, Break's Over by Fallout Boy
I am: bored out of my mind

I am not apologizing for listening to Fallout boy. I like their music and I could care less if everyone thinks they're douchebags.

My trip to see my sister is over and I regret not staying longer. I only get to see her approximately twice a year (Christmas and maybe Thanksgiving) so you can only image how exited I was to have this little trip to see her. I am going to see if I can make plans to come and see her over Spring Break or something. I'm sure she's glad to finally have me out of her hair. I ate a significant amount of her Easy Mac and Snicker Bars. I think I'm going to order some and send them to her as a thank you.

I am one of those people who, when I walk into a restaurant I pick the strangest thing on the menu and try it. This amazed my sister. Fried oysters, Corn Nuggets, Squid Sushi, Japansese Pickle Sushi, among other various things are what I have tried on this trip. I forced my sister to try all these things as well. It worked out about 80% of the time. The Squid Sushi was.....rubbery and not that good and the Pickle Sushi was good but not very flavorful. The Corn Nuggets were AMAZING and my sister is in love with the Fried Oysters.

I should have brought my copy of Julius Caesar but unfortunately I brought Chuck Palahniuk's Haunted. Reading the first few chapters of that book has been a very traumatic experience for me. It is a rare occasion that I actually want to THROW AWAY or even GIVE AWAY a book I had bought for myself but I do not think I can finish this book. Things getting stuck in sexual organs, people biting through their own large intestines, ripping a child from a mother's womb and stewing it and feeding it to her, people eating their own extremities, assassination through the art of foot massage, I could go on and on. It's just too much. Mr. Palahniuk is a wonderful writer but I just can't stomach it.

It appears that my once beautiful tan has faded and I am back to my disgusting pastiness.

This is what happens in Atlanta

This being the first time I had ridden a plane by myself, one can only imagine who stressed I was. There was always the fear of my plane being delayed or even worse, the gate changing at the last moment. So as I sat in the Atlanta airport for four hours I gave myself an ulcer worrying about the weather getting progressively worse. Thankfully the clouds disappeared and I was able to fly out on time.

I was able to take this shot while I waited those amazing four hours.

11:30am in the Atlanta Airport

He is wearing a Goosebumps t-shirt; authentically vintage. He reminds me of a past crush. It’s the way his hair is cut, it’s the way he crosses his legs, it's the awkward way he sits there and it’s his plaid green shorts. His slight 5 o’clock shadow brings attention to his defined jaw line. He is eating. He is eating Burger King of all things. I hope he is on my flight. I imagine the awkwardness that might ensue if he has the seat next to me. Will I stare at him? Will we make small talk? I remember a line from Pulp Fiction that refers small talk.

He has a macbook and a guitar case.

I hope we randomly meet in Gulfport. Maybe we will bump into each other while fishing for our suitcases at baggage claim. Maybe we will awkwardly make eye contact and smile in that way that reminds me of indie romance flicks.

Life should be like a Jane Austen Novel

Elizabeth was much too embarrassed to say a word. After a short pause, her companion added, “You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject forever.” Elizabeth feeling all the more than common awkwardness and anxiety of his situation, now forced herself to speak; and immediately, though not very fluently, gave him to understand, that her sentiments had undergone so material a change, since the period to which he alluded, as to make her receive with gratitude and pleasure, his present assurances.

Suffocating Cloud

Suffocating Cloud
Originally uploaded by HotsauceJane.

A storm is coming. I can feel it.

I think I'm going to puke.

Looks like I'm not the only one who doesn't update

Postsecret has skipped it's Sunday update. Frank enabled comments this week and it looks like the general public is upset that they haven't gotten their weekly dose of other people's secrets. It's actually quite funny.

Photographs and memories

There is nothing more delightful to me than going through old family photo albums. A few days ago my dad pulled down about 6 boxes from the attic, all filled with albums. It was like Christmas came early.