Novel

After years of beginning to write stories just because I love to write and ideas explode in my head, I have decided to actually get serious about my writing. I actually bought a book about how to write your first book lol. It may sound dumb but so far it has helped me quite a bit! I think I have always had so many ideas coming from every which way that I couldnt really focus on what I needed and didn't need. What made sense, how my characters might act...and on and on. So now I have begun writing everything down before I actually begin my piece, so far I feel quite accomplished! At least that's what I say now in the beginning lol. It feels good to finally be able to get down to business and sort it all out.

~MisS MIsfiT~

btw...I have decided to try my hand at a suspense mystery novel :-D

House

I'm housesitting at my mum's tonight, sitting at my laptop with a dog at my feet and a cat half on my lap...it's rather nice. I'm out in the country somewhat but with a couple of neighbors around. I'm not used to the silence at night or such complete darkness without street lamps like at my house. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed being alone, like living alone. I always think that I am going to get lonely but really I think that I only begin to feel lonely when I start dwelling on it...or if I feel that I have no place else that I could be and nobody to be there with. But this, this is rather peaceful. Unfortunately I have to go back up to school in the morning, but will be back in a couple of days to have the house to myself again, yay! This would be a wonderful opportunity to write more of a novel...if I didn't have that stupid project to write for school. School ruins everything lol.

Sailor Part IV

I don't remember him taking off his clothes, or my pants and bra, what I do recall was that I looked up and David was kissing my body as he slowly rolled the lacy black thong down my legs. As soon as my legs were free from it I rolled on up and pushed Boo down on the bed with me straddling him, I looked at his beautiful eyes for a moment and kissed him roughly.
The more I kissed him the more I became aware that Boo had moved up his hand and now had gently pushed two fingers into me. In and out he moved them, I heard myself moan involuntarily as we continued to kiss. My moans trapped by his hungry lips. His other hand now rested on my bare breast, grabbing handfuls and tugging on the hard nipple.
I couldn't take it anymore. I snapped.
Rolling off like a quick little kitty I went to his cock. It was so hard, and beautiful...

Utopian Mind

Is there really anything as beautiful as two people who love eachother sharing a perfect moment? An intimate moment thousands of miles away? One in day and the other in night. Both expressing there feelings to the other in ways only they know, with words only they understand. Their feelings for eachother served up like an offering to eachother. Lovers and strangers together as one for these brief moments. Longing for more the very second the first is over. Their senses heightened by the very existance of the one who makes these senses worth having.

Matt

My dearest Matthew,
I love you.
You soften my heart.
You are so kind.
I read your words, or in this case you NIN lyrics and something in me clicks.
I read your words of pain and it becomes my pain and I feel so helpless
You make me feel beautiful.
You are so full of courage and humility.
Your timid nature intrigues me.
There are songs that I hear that make me think of you and it never fails to bring a smile to my face.
I've come to realize you are a good influence on me, though I know you would never take credit for such a thing lol.
Do not be disheartened, though you are in pain
because you are loved, and appreciated, and great things will come to you.
You have a special place in my heart.
Sincerely, Nicole

Sailor Part III

Last night had been amazing, after spending the day with David we came back to our hotel room to watch a movie and cuddle. Problem was, there was a bottle of vodka in that hotel room...with my name on it. I was excited. Vodka, clean sheets, freshly shaved legs, and my hot sailor. I was as happy as a fat kid at a KFC buffet. David told me he had got the liquor on his way to the hotel the day before, just in case lol.
Step 1: open vodka
Step 2: add soda pop
Step 3: drink sailor under the table
We drank and talked and giggled. it was as if we had been together forever, so comfortable was I.
As always when I partake in adult beverages I began to feel rather warm, I removed my shirt and watched my Boo as he ran his eyes over me now in a low cut tight black cami. "Wow Boo, you're so sexy." His eyes never leaving my rack as he spoke. I giggled, I could feel my liquid courage and my lust telling me that David was overdressed...I agreed wholeheartedly. "You look, you should take your shirt off..." His eyes met mine and he smiled, it made me tingly.
I moved closer to him until I stood over him while he still sat in the chair. "Let me help you with that dear." My hands gently tugged his shirt up over his head. "Boo are you tipsy too?" I asked, "Oh yeah" was his only response. I laughed and walked back to the bed, "come over here, do you know that we still haven't really kissed? Well I want to, I don't wanna wait anymore..." he gave me a devilish smile that made me tingle even more and got up and over to the bed.
Without further delay my hands went to his face and slowly our lips met...
It was like a good dream you're afraid you may suddenly wake up from and be pissed about. The world was perfect then, I could smell him all around me and he tasted like strawberry vodka. Finally he pulled away and we sat looking at eachother, smiling. This smiling at eachother only lasted a minute though, since its hard to smile at someone when you have started kissing them again with some amount of gusto...

School

I am so sick of school. It just annoys me now that I have to waste all of my own time outside of class to study the shit that they "teach" me in class, I don't give a shit IN class while you are talking about it, what makes you think I need to study it OUTSIDE of class?.... Answer: I don't care lol. It's boring and it's a waste of my youth to sit inside at this desk for this much time reading over crap that I don't even know i'll use when I get out into the "real world"....and that's my rant.

*mIss mIsfIt*

Bother

Wish I was too dead to cry
My self-affliction fades
Stones to throw at my creator
Masochists to which I cater
You don't need to bother;I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping fartherBut once I hold on,I won't let go 'til it bleeds
Wish I'd died instead of lived
A zombie hides my faceShell forgotten
with its memoriesDiaries leftwith cryptic entries
And you don't need to bother;I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping fartherBut once I hold on,I won't let go 'til it bleeds
You don't need to bother;I don't need to beI'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on:
I'll never live down my deceit

Turmoil

I have all these feelings that I don't really know how to sort out. One part of my life has ended so abruptly that I didnt really have time to close the door and end it the way I wanted to. I know it has probably been ended for me and I think that's the way it will end, but that is not what I want. I don't want to end the feelings that have grown in me all summer. These feelings are probably just surface feelings to him...yes, that's what this all boils down to, a "him". We made memories, had lots of fun, I want it to continue even though I don't get to be with him everyday anymore. Trouble is I don't know if he cares about any of that. I almost feel like I should just bow out gracefully and pretend that its not a big deal and that I was just having fun. After all, that's what guys do, isn't it?...

End of Days: Quella (Part I)

To be honest I don't really know what started my taste for killing. I do know that I often felt that men took advantage of women and treated them with about as much respect as they would a stray dog. That is, unless they wanted to sleep with her, then they would say whatever was necessary until she gave it up. Then came the stray dog bit. Maybe I just got tired of it, wanted to turn the tables around and show them that not all women are weak. Some can see through the games you play...and you should never play games with a women who plays them better.

I suppose I got lucky in the fact that unlike most people I knew the exact date I would die, and how it would happen. I knew I would get the lethal injection and die in seconds, so it was no surprise when it happened.

In order to really tell you about my last die alive I should back it up and tell you how I ended up on death row sentenced to death.

They called me The Black Widow, my moniker. I murdered some 24 men, making me one of the few female serial killers. It was almost too easy really, I just lured the assholes in and did the world a favor. In my defense, I did a little research on my victims before luring them in. You might say I did my homework on these boys. Most of them were rapists, child molesters, wife beaters, pimps and the like.

The Test

Shauna wiped down the last table at the tiny diner where she had worked the last four years of her life. The day had been long and drawn out and she was ready to leave the smell of greasy burgers and oil behind. There was something that was weighing on her mind all day, for a couple of days infact. She was late. A week late. She was only 19, with a shitty job and enough money to afford herself and nothing else. Well, herself and a test. A test that would tell her if her life would change forever.
Shauna had always been a good girl, done what she was told, stayed on the right side of the law, respected her elders. And she also insisted that her boyfriend wear a condom when they played around. Now she would have to find out. She had never taken this kind of test before, she was nervous but needed to know.
Now it was time to wait...

Owen (part III)

I always remember it seemed like a stupid waste of money and I wondered if the guy had nothing better to spend that money on than a stupid ass horse, the old nag probably never would have made it past the starting gate with an owner like that. Now I looked at the guy, he had stopped yelling and lay there still, his eyes were still open but he wasn't there. He had blood all over and his mouth was open a little, like he was still trying to yell.
Close by another guy was on fire, he couldn't get up and run, his leg was bent up at an unnatural angle and the other leg was cut pretty bad. I crawled as fast as I could, still dizzy, dazed and bleeding all over the ground. I whipped off what was left of my pant leg and started hitting the flames with it and tossing sand all up on him.
My body was starting to get weak and I saw after I put out the flames that I was bleeding out of my stomach, the guy I helped was passed out but alive, and even with the feeling of weakness and the look of all my blood around me I knew that I had helped this man, my brother, to stay alive.
Now I knew I was dying, I tried to stay calm but, a medic knows. I knew. I layed on my side as my organs started to shut down and it got harder to get air in my lungs. Now all I could hear was my own labored breathe and a faint sound of peoples voices all around me. And that was the last that I saw of my life. A hot, dirty, stinky road of sand with bombs on it. It sucks it had to be this way, but it's a choice I made when I enlisted I guess, I knew it could happen, I just didn't believe that it ever would. But it is what it is, I hope the guy I helped makes it out alright then this shithole will have one less life to claim because of me.

Owen (part II)

I didn't talk to anybody else after that, most of the other guys were quiet too. We had run out of things to say and think. I just sat there picking the sand out from under my nails thinking about how my mom used to bitch at me to keep my nails clean because women hate seeing a man with nasty nails. That's when everything went red and then black.
The truck I was on blew apart and threw most of us all over the road, some guys were all together, but some went in parts. Any other time I would have probably thrown up seeing shit like this but I couldn't do anything now but lay on the ground all dazed and out of it. There was a real loud high pitched metallic type of buzzing sound in my ears and I was dizzy as hell. Maybe I passed out, maybe I didn't, I really can't say, but when I finally got a sense of what had happened I guess I just knew in my head that I had to put my game face on. There was a feeling in my leg and all over in my stomach that felt like I had stepped on a mound of fire ants and the bastards were all over attacking me. Used to happen a lot as a kid, i'd be out in the backyard exploring and next thing my mom knew I come flying in the garage stripping down and she'd get out the ol' garden hose and have to start spraying me down.
I really wish I could have gotten to spend another Christmas with her, and really tell her goodbye.
So I look down to these fire ant pains and see some blood on my pants but it didn't hurt that bad. I heard guys start screaming and the ground had twisted pieces of metal, blood and people. Shit was on fire all around us and smoke was blowing. I guess in my heart I knew I still had a job to do, I kept hearing people screaming so I got up and tried to walk but my legs wouldn't hold me. So I start crawling up to a guy close to me that had been yelling. I think it was the guy from my unit that was always telling us that he and his wife were going to buy a racehorse someday, he used to talk about that all the time.

End Of Days: Owen (part I)

I woke up with sand in my mouth again this morning for the last time. If I had known that I might have chewed that shit up a little bit before I spit it out. But I didn't have a clue. Not a fucking clue that this was going to be my last day as a 68W in the United States Army. Uncle Sam lost a damn fine combat medic today.
My unit was out on a mission, deep out in the devil's nut sack, pardon my language. I remember looking around at the guys in my unit, thinking what a clusterfuck we were forced into and how I couldn't wait to get home to Oklahoma. Peterson was next to me shooting the shit with Dickey, Gibson and some scout from another outfit. Peterson was talking about one of the Sergeants, Coulter, and how she kept teasing him and brushing up against him with her nice rack. Gibson told him he was full of shit and blew cigarette smoke in his face. I kinda laughed to myself thinking about it. Looking back now any action Sgt. Coulter threw my way would have made my last day here just a little bit nicer, as dirty, sweaty and short-tempered as that woman is. Would have made for a nice going away present.
We got into our trucks and humvees about an hour and a half after that and started on our way through the hot, sandy, dirty, shitty streets in a small convoy. Kogelinski, a puny little private from somewhere up north started bitching about how he was tired of being here and his wife was crying on the phone every timne he talked to her. Blah, blah, blah, we heard all this before. Last time we all rode together. Somebody farted, a few of the guys laughed. I looked outside and told everybody that the whole fucking country smelled like asshole. Dirty asshole. Pardon my language again. The guys sure liked that one, they all knew it was true I guess.
Now, truth be told convoys always made me a little on edge, everybody knows about IED's, road side bombs and shit like suicide bombers and ambushes and all that kinda thing. Guess I had a weird look because my buddy next to me punched my chest and smiled. "Only 128 more days man, we can do this shit." I didn't feel like talking much so I nodded and readjusted my family jewels then my sunglasses.

Camping

I just got back from camping in Cheboygan with my Boo. We drove up to the Mackinac Bridge, had lunch in St. Ignace and set up tent in a state park in Cheboygan. We sat around the campfire (fueled in part by napalm) and cooked hot dogs, made smores...we also made sizzlers and eat until we were super full. Another night we made sandwiches and took them over to the beach to eat, we had it all to ourselves and walked along the beach and played in Lake Huron. It was pretty much perfect, like something I dreamed of since I was a little kid. We sat at our picnic table in the evening and played Racko and did some crossword puzzles, and had some adult beverages and popcorn. We had camping sex one night lol, that was a lot of fun because I felt like the neighbors were right there and we were kinda out in the open...exciting lol.
We were gone for 4 days, one day we went to Mackinac Island and walked around for hours and hours and I had no sunscreen lol. I ended up with 4 blisters and sunburn, the ferry ride was awesome, when we got back from the island we went around and shopped in the city. On the drive back down home we drove along the coast and Boo suggested we look at lots of lighthouses . It was pretty much the coolest vacation ever.

Yeehaw

Got my computer back yesterday, yay! Now I can write and talk and communicate with people again lol...no more miss rockabilly hermit!

The Great Lyricist I

~ I've been traveling on this road too long, just trying to find my way back home,

the old me is dead and gone, dead and gone.

~ Folks call me the maverick, I guess I ain't too diplomatic

nothing ventured nothing gained, sometimes you got to go against the grain

I have been accused of making my own rules, there must be rebel blood just running through my
veins

~ Suddenly I see, this is what I want to be

suddenly I see, why the hell it means so much to me

~ I can lead the nation with a microphone

~ Put me on the train momma i'm leaving today

cause I got the fever and that's for sure and to know I can get it makes me want it more

there's a world out there spinning and I want to be spinning with it

there's a life out there and it's going to be mine

~ I'm the energizer playboy bunny

~ Fully alive, more than most, fully alive, and she knows how to believe

~ she's got tattoos and piercings, she likes minor threat she likes social distortion

she's pissed off at everyone, she wants a riot, a riot girl and she's taking on the world

~ Somebody get me through this nightmare, I can't control myself

so what if you can see the darker side of me, no one will ever change this

animal I have become, and we believe it's not the real me

I can't escape myself

~ The one and only rebel child from a family meek and mild,

my momma seemed to know what lay in store, in spite of all my

Sunday learning toward the bad I kept on turning

~ Back to back with the Rio Grande the Christian woman in the devil's land, she learned the

language and she learned to fight but she never learned how to beat the lonely nights

Lone Ranger

When my roomate first moved out I thought for sure that I would get lonely here all by myself, and I see now that I was most certainly wrong. I love living by myself, I am not sure if it's just because I know that it is only for a limited amount of time, or because it has some definate benefits lol.
I realize that this has been a wonderful experience for me, and it has made me see a lot of things about myself, I believe I have grown from it all.
Suddenly I see that I am "self-sufficient", I don't need anybody to go shopping with me, if I want to go then I go. I don't need anybody to go get groceries with me, if I need them I go get them. I don't have someone to just fall back on and am now forced slightly out of my comfort zone and made to do things with other friends, and to volunteer with people I don't even know.
I am getting my shit done, and taking care of my business, something I did before but not nearly on the same level as now.
It is very very liberating, knowing that yes, I can do this.

Safer Sex Patrol

So, tonight my friend and I are going to the bar to pass out condoms for safer sex patrol which is an organization that passes out free condoms and literature about abstinance. I just got started in it and have only gone to one of the meetings, tonight will be my second, and i'm kinda excited...plus I hear that I get a cool shirt to wear lol. I think that it is a pretty good organization and I think that it is a really good idea, it's something I feel kinda strongly about. I plan on passing out my rubbers quickly and then hanging out with a few of my friends at the bar lol, i'm sure they could all use some protection, so maybe it will be a short night...
Remember, no glove no love! :-P

-Miss Safer Sex Misfit

WTF

A fiery hate
Burns in me now
Caused by my
Distaste for your moodiness and self-
Empahy
For fuck sake,
Get over yourself, and be nice to me
Have you forgotten all that you and
I have done and said, the friends we were,
Just remember that, will you
Kick our friendship to the side?
Like it means nothing to you?
My mind isn't clear
Nothing but the future knows now, what result will come.

Love

What is it that came from heaven but is also here on earth?
What is the best thing in the world and the worst thing?
What can tear us apart but also make us whole?
What is the thing that can make our eyes blind and open them to wonders?
What can stop wars and create life while its opposite takes life away?
What is feared by some and longed for by others?

Fire

Fire burns the forrest, the trees, life, whatever it can reach

It sucks the oxygen and spreads death without a thought, it feeds its lust without a care

What it leaves behind is ash, the skeleton of what once held life, energy and love

When the fire burns all it can touch it burns out without any cares, it has served its purpose

The destruction it has left is alone, all is silent, from the ash the forrest, trees and life must cling together and pick up whats left of its roots and try to regain the strength and beauty it once had

It once stood tall and alone, now its ashes mean nothing to that which once called it breathtaking

Breathtaking to the fire which eagerly sought something to burn and destroy

Now, its job done it leaves strength and beauty to smolder in pain in its aftermath

The forrest re-grows slowly but always bears the scars of the fire

Fire is a man

Fast and Furious

It occurs to me as I watch The Fast and the Furious, I like this movie, and i really like cars. I wish I knew as much about them as the people in this movie.

Plague

I feel like I have the plague, nobody wants anything to do with me for fear they will die. I repel pretty much everybody lately. I don't know what the deal is, but it makes me wonder what the hell i've done to piss everybody off. Sad. Maybe I should move into the leper colony.

Sailor Part II

As excited as I was to meet my sailor I did not want to get off that plane, I was thinking about throwing up the butterflies from my stomach. I knew logically I had to get off the plane, I just wanted those first 5 seconds to be over...I stepped into the airport and looked for David, scared out of my mind. I fix my shirt, black, skulls, nautical stars, low V neck. I gave David the same shirt for his birthday last year, he's going to be wearing it today.
I tell myself I look good, perfect red nails, low cut shirt shows my neck off nicely, the jeans make my ass look good, the sun shows off my wavy red hair, big green eyes shining. I ignore the sweat and the nausea.
I hold my bag and look around the airport...
OMG
there he is...
my sailor,
my boo,
David.
He has a huge smile and he's wearing the shirt I gave him. His baseball hat is backwards and he has black shorts on. He's so freakin hot. I can feel my face turn red and I smile uncontrolably.
He walks toward me and gives me a twirling hug and I feel my feet leave the ground for a minute. He sets me down and we smile at eachother, I look into those big blue eyes..."hi boo" he says, and in this moment I know...
This is where I am supposed to be.
The world turned upside down.
Everything around us has fallen away.
Time has stopped.
Songs play in my head.
My heart is flying.
That's the way it started...

Kidney Stone

It was one year ago today April 7th, that I had my kidney stone...that is a pain I never ever want to feel ever again. Terrible, just terrible. I still remember laying in that hospital bed in the emergency room at 4 am...hmm, I wonder if I ever actually passed that puppy lol.

Pole

I decided that I want to learn how to pole dance, I hear that its good exercise and I think it looks really fun. I saw some on t.v. the other day and I was amazed! Now I wanna learn!...too bad poles are so expensive, grrrr. Maybe santa will bring me one for x-mas lol.
-Miss pole dancing misfit

Sailor Part I

Staring at the dark ceiling I sort of wondered how I got from where I was two years ago to where I was now, laying back on a mattress in this hotel in San Diego California. Even though the room was washed in darkness I could see the moon through the window and feel the warm fresh air coming in, it was the icing on my pretty pink sprinkly cupcake.
I smiled to myself and looked down, in the moonlight I could see David's arm around me, his hand resting on my stomach as he slept. my hand went to his and he stirred, only for a moment to kiss my bare shoulder and pull me tighter to him. It was as if it came so natural for him to kiss me that he did it even in sleep.
His scent was all around me like the smell of excitement, anticipation, elephant ears and corn dogs at the county fair. His skin was bare and mingled with all of mine, soft as cotton candy. His even breathing behind me soothed me like the sound of waves and screaming gulls. It was with all of this perfection that I closed my eyes and played over the events of the day. The events that would eventually lead me to this pink fluffy cloud that I slept on.

Betrayal

Betray: (verb) To disappoint the hopes or expectations of; be disloyal to; to disclose a violation in confidence.

When Boo and I first started to talk he told me that he was a virgin, I was excited to hear it, not many men will actually admit that lol. When I was younger I had envisioned my first time being with a man that I loved and who loved me, and I had always wanted him to be a virgin too so we could share our first time together. That is, I think, one of the main reasons I decided that Boo was the one I wanted to be my first. He tells me now that after we had started talking but before we were actually together he slept with ex, two times he "thinks" and he just never bothered to update me with his newly non-virgin status...any time...ever...like, maybe, before we had sex the first time, would have been something I would have liked to have known...
I told him I wondered what else he hid from me. And that I felt very betrayed. And that I didn't know if I wanted to have sex with him anymore. He said that was ok, he just wanted to hold me. I told him I didn't want to be touched either.
I told him, "a big part of why I chose you to be my first was that I thought it was both of our first times and I loved you and I wanted to give you that. Cuz I thought it was special. Now it doesn't seem like it, I wasted it." He said it is still special to him because he knows what it meant, it meant that we are two people that love each other very much and eanted to share our love. He also said that there were lots of moments that we could share together that, "would mean more"...
I told him that it is not still special to me. It was wasted on a lit and I was stupid to give it away. And that he made me cry.
"I gave you what I had never given any other man thinking you had done the same for me.
But it was just bullshit."
He wishes I didn't feel that way...how can I not?
I kinda feel like i'm in mourning for my virginity.

Rage and Hurt

Rage: (noun) A fit of violent anger
Hurt: (verb used with object) To cause mental pain to; offend or grieve

Last night Boo told me that 4 of his friends roomates "messed around" and then mentioned that he wouldn't be mad at me if I did that. He said as long as he didn't know the guy or guys and I asked him before hand that he wouldn't be mad...what kind of a man tells their girlfriend that? Where I thought it was kinda hot I thought it was also very strange. I asked if he would be ok with it because it would get him going to see me with another guy and that didn't seem to be the case.
So, what other reason would a man say that...maybe if he was sleeping with someone else, or had, then this would be his way of "making it up" to his girl. My cousin and I talked about that idea and half jokingly I say, "dude I'm gunna text him right now and ask him if he slept with ex" (you will remember ex from a previous post) and we kinda laughed. I wasn't laughing, however when he responded with "why?"...everybody knows that means yes...and it did. He admitted that he had slept with her.
I was crushed.
And hurt.
And so full of rage.
I think most of all I just felt betrayed, by the man that is supposed to love me.

Mindless Self Indulgence

I went to a Mindless Self Indulgence concert the other day, I was so excited! Jimmy Urine is strangely attractive...hmm. So I tell my teachers my dad is having surgery so I can get out of class and we drive down to the club they are playing at. We get there and hafta stand outside for an hour and it was cold and even started to rain for a minute, that sucked because I had only a hoodie on. Then finally we get in! And realize...there is a cover band first, great, oh well can't be too bad! Ohh but they were, I felt like I should be embarassed for the lead singer who was dancing about like a he was an even gayer, emo, Elton John. Terrible, just terrible. They played for an hour and then I get all excited again thinking, this is it! I get to see Jimmy!... Not quite, there was another super duper gay super duper emo cover band. It was almost physically painful for me to stand there and listen to that crap. It was really crowded and smoky and almost not worth waiting for MSI to even come out. We got to the concert at 5:00, MSI didn't come on until 9:00, when they did come on some little bitch snuck in in front on me on the balcony and pretty much took my place so I had to stand behind her, I wanted to beat the shit out of her, I think she knew I was pissed, but evidently didn't care enough to leave. Bitch. Jimmy started stripping on stage, it was hot lol. They played my favorite song Stupid MF, it was awesome. He called us all vampires, "look at all the vampires out here" it was awesome. That was my first real indoor concert, and despite all the crap I endured before MSI, I guess it was worth the trouble lol. I love Jimmy Urine!!

St. Patrick's Day

I love St. Patrick's Day, and not because of all the drinking and green beer and crap. I love it because I am so freakin IRISH! :-) my great grandparents got off the boat and dropped the O' from their last name, I have green eyes and a four leaf clover. I realized that I and probably lots of other people really have no idea what this holiday is really about, other than celebrating being IRISH! so I did a bit of research and found some things out about Saint Patrick...

1. Patrick was born in Wales about 385 A.D.

2. His given name was actually Maewyn
3. Up to the age of 16 he considered himself a pagan

4. He was sold into slavery and it was during this time that he became closer to God

5. After 6 years of slavery he escaped to Gaul and studied in a monastery for 12 years

6. He adopted the christian name of Patrick while at the monastery

7. Patrick was appointed second Bishop to Ireland

8. He angered many of the Celtic Druids and was imprisoned several times, but kept escaping

9. Patrick died March 17th 461 A.D.

10. His mission in Ireland lasted 30 years

11. It was said that he used a clover to teach about the holy trinity

12. The St. Patrick's Day custom came to America in 1737

13. Saint Patrick's followers adopted the shamrock as their symbol

14. Up til the 1970's Irish law mandated that pubs be closed March 17th

15. A leprechaun is a type of male fairy in Irish mythology

16. If you keep your eyes locked on a leprechaun he can not escape

17. And last of all, people who don't wear green on St. Patty's Day are pinched as a reminder to wear green to honor Ireland

I remember when I was a kid and every St. Patrick's Day kids would pinch eachother in class for not wearing green, and without fail every year about an hour into the school day the principal would have to make an announcement on the intercom that we were not to pinch eachother anymore lol, ahh childhood.

I also have fond memories of a leprechaun named Pinky O'tool who used to come and visit my house every St. Patrick's Day, he would always come while I was asleep and mess up the house, putting bananas in the kitchen sink and turning pictures upside down, just little mischievious things. Once and awhile he would leave green hostess snowball treats for me lol. Some day when I have kids I know that Pinky will come back and visit me and my kids, I look forward to seeing my little friend again.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

-Miss Misfit

Mommy's Little Monster

Mommy's little monster dropped out of school
Mommy's little monster broke all the rules
He loves to go out drinking with the boys
He loves to go out and make some noise...
She couldn't deal with all that heat
She had fun with the boys in the band
In her eyes it will never end...
-Social Distortion


Mommy's little monster has problems in her brain, she'll probably cause people pyschological pain, she loves one too many and knows too well if she doesn't cut that shit out the whole situation could all go to hell. She's mommy's little monster, she lives one life but when she's alone she flirts with another that she wants even though its far away and she does not know when it will come closer, or when she will get to meet it. She kind of knows that it is wrong of her but she also knows that she can not stop feeling the way that she feels about it, and when she gets glimpses of it it only makes her want it more, which in turn makes her feel guilty. Mommy's little monster knows she loves that smile but she also knows that she feels love when she looks in those eyes. What oh what will mommy's little monster do.

Trouble Maker

Now, ususally when I hear this word trouble maker its in reference to me lol. However today it is in reference to a girl that I have never met...I will never use peoples actual names in my ramblings, so we will call her Ex, sice she is the ex of my boyfriend Boo.
I hate to start this whole blogging thing with drama but, I guess that's why I have this blog, so I can talk about all of this drama, an outlit. So Ex sends me an e-mail today, I have never heard of her before, no idea who she was until I read the e-mail. It was pretty much her telling me that Boo really loves me and that he's such a wonderful man and that I should treasure him...wtf. I don't know you girl, don't talk to me about MY boyfriend...then she goes into telling me that she recently stopped being friends with Boo because she has more feelings for him than she thinks she should, and btw don't tell Boo about any of this...wow. Are you that unstable little girl? I was irritated. So I ask Boo about who she is and he says its his ex, he then causually brings up the fact that he has just had lunch with her "to catch up and she went off the deep end"... I'm looking forward to discussing this issue later this evening...

Miss Rockabilly Misfit

I'm not really sure how or where to begin this... I guess i'll just start with the reason I decided to start this thing in the first place. I realized yesterday that I am rockabilly lol. It sounds stupid, I know, but I guess I wasn't aware that their was an entire scene devoted to the things that I really like.

• Tattoos/Piercings
• 1950's
• Old Cars (Bel-Air!)
• Music
• Retro Style

It was kind of a cool realization that there are a lot of other people out there who are like me, of course I don't actually know any of them, but they do exist lol. So that's where my new name comes from, my new identity as rockabilly and misfit because, well, I guess I have always felt like a kind of misfit, and I like the band lol. I embrace the misfit thing though, it sets me apart from the people around me and let's me show my individuality. For example, at school, I go to college, I feel like the other students mostly fall into the same group/category...that being one that I think is lame lol. When I walk across campus I sometimes feel that I get funky looks, like i'm not very approachable, and maybe some of the other girls are afraid of me lol. I like it.

So there you have it, a little bit of me and why i'm here. It's almost a refreshing thought that I can say whatever the heck comes to my weird little mind and nobody knows me. I don't have to worry about hurting anyones feelings. I think I like this lol...nobody is safe from Miss Rockabilly Misfit :-P