Exclusive Roommate Application

here's the deal. applying to be my roommate is a long and intricate process, however as long as you're patient and honest it will be as pleasantly satisfying as a refreshing hair cut. You may respond via: comment or through email for privacy. The winner will receive a free television upon move-in date as well as a rented u-haul-already paid for.
The application is split into necessary categories of rating, fill in the blanks, and simple Q&A.
Best of luck!

Basic Info
Name (nicknames encouraged):
Birthday (capricorns and sagittarius apply at own risk):
Gender:
Job:
Affordable Rent Range:
Pets: Names of Pets:
Play any musical instruments? (drummers need not apply)
Willing to share a bedroom?

How frequently do you? 1-never 2-sometimes 3-always
Date a new person? Host loud parties?
Get sad? get angry?
Switch jobs? Want to stay in you room-uninterrupted?
Read books? Play video games?
Play WOW? Attend Church?
Sing in the shower? Take bubble baths?
become irritable? Compliment People?
Get stoned? Cook your own meals?
Smoke Cigarettes? Black out from drinking?
Lock your front door? Clean?
Walk around naked? Sleep naked?
Condone sex is communal places? Pay rent late?
Have to smell mold before you remember to do the dishes?

Q&A
You just received one of your favorite movies! How many times is it acceptable to watch it in a row?

How many times a month do you watch your favorite movie?

Give me one good reason why your music collection is better than mine?

Top 5 things that you must have at any given point in time in your house:

What was your favorite and also least favorite quality about your last roommate?

Do you fall asleep easily to background noise/music or complete silence?

Describe your taste of member of the opposite sex?
(sorry,not for me. but most often the catch with the most amazing roommates comes with having to spend lots of time around their less amazing counterparts.)

Fill in the Blank-Fun with numbers
-also some good PIN ideas

4, 8, 15, 16, ___, 42

24__01

3.14 __ 59259

867-530__

"write me, stick stickley, po box __ __ __"

2. __ 18

Yes, this is still part of the application.
You must end with one verse or sentence of song lyrics that best describe you...

Dearest Baffled Babe-

Oh Babe,
You've been known to get yourself into a tricky situation or two, however I'm very glad you came to me when you did. -This is obviously a very serious condition bordering the "good blog gone bad" scenerio. Fear not, I see tremendous "fix" potential in your situation. However, before I get to turning miracles upon your blog a much more pressing issue must be addressed. Yes, you've guess it, that of your spirit, and optimism. Oh fellow blogger, you must never lose faith in that which you blog. That's MAINTAINING A SUCCESSFUL BLOG RULE #3, second only to...

1. Update Frequently!
2. Be Interactive!

~mail a $5 check to 211 n. church st grass valley, ca in order to receive a complete updated version of the MAINTAINING A SUCCESSFUL BLOG list of RULES~

You can't end your fight against gay stereotyping! If you don't fight for sexual(homo or otherwise) freedom of footware then who will!?

Of course there is hope left to be had.


Check out this guy--->


He's TOTALLY gay. I say that not because of the ballerina dress he's wearing (because that would be a stereotype) but because I got this picture off of a gay website.
Notice this guy's shoes. They are SUPER straight. Now how about that?


Don't you see, Babe? There is a big giant world of misconception and false representation just waiting for you to come and distort to your advantage!


Have you ever seen the movie Zardoz? -Starring Sean Connery. We all know Sean Connery is married to a woman. (Due in large part to the claims that he beats his wife). However, scan

<---THIS

image and tell me what stereotype that is.

Those boots look pretty "questionable" to me.


Maybe blame your models? Are you posting pictures of men that in fact, support the stereotype?

~Note to other reads~
C'MON GUYS! BABE CAN ONLY MAKE SO MANY CLAIMS WITHOUT THE MEN OF THE WORLD ACTUALLY REPRESENTING THEM! A LITTLE HELP???


Just don't give up hope, Babe.
Don't give up hope.



~Please grant yourself a moment of dramatizd silence upon completion of reading this blog to allow the full affect to sink in.~

CHECK OUT BABE SCANLON'S BLOG NOW! @
BATSHITGLAM.BLOGSPOT.COM
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Dear Prudence,
I am in need of advice. I've been posting a weekly poll where I show a picture of mens shoes and ask people to vote on whether they think, based on the shoes, if the man is gay or not gay.Here's the problem, so far the poll results have been 100% right. I started this poll to throw spit wads in the face of knee-jerk stereotyping and have found myself validating it. Should I continue with the blogs or accept that prejudging (prejudice) is sometimes on target?

Thanks!

Baffled Babe

Free Advice

The reason for the excess in postings today is two-fold.

1. Nick was giving me shit for starting a blog and then not posting entries. well, now i'm posting every 10 minutes! take that nick. take my vengeful wrath! this will teach you to bitch at me. this will teach you to be careful what you wish for, lest i post Internet blogs at you! although, unfortunately enough for everyone else Nick gets to up my posting production with his sarcastic criticism, but is not one of the lovely people that actually gets emailed my blog every time i post. oh well. it's not like everyone reads 100% of their email anyways.


2. i drank an excessive amount of caffeine this morning and work is boring.

Now to my point...

The whole reason I named my blog DEAD...soandsoandso...was because i want to start an advice column. so will someone (anyone) PLEASE just send me some troubling predicament for which I may counsel?

water/water/water

water
water
water
what i really need's a good fixin'
doorknobs, pins, and needles
better button myself up
so no one sees inside
but you already know
you've known all along
you're in me
you vomited everything into me
that night we met
who knew i could run so long on empty?
don't feel sorry for me
they told you, silly boy
i'll rip your fucking heart out
then feed on it
like you wanted me to
because i needed the love so bad
don't feel bad for me
don't feel bad for you
it takes two to tango
and there were two of you
and there were two of me
and the four of us we had so much fun
making everything but love
they're dead now
now just you
now just me
did the better pair win?
really?
askin' too many questions
love me.
hate me.
bi-bipolar-oid
you're too smart for that
my-my-polaroid
always developin' faster
but you're still comin' out all blurry
someday it will come out right.right?right.write.
but can you really leave me now?
water
water
water
i'm just so thirsty...
and i think you might have some soul left.

More than an idea?

What? Really? Well, if I thought any of this would actually happen I probably would have thought up a better idea!
So! My first blog spoke not only of infinite wisdom, but of changed (which I would explain later).
Well, I believe now if the time to indulge...
It all started when I got accepted into Art School. ...Something that slapped in my face quite harshly. First of all, the only school I was ever "accepted" into was community college and that ceased to tap my true potential. For this reason I pushed my school "priorities" aside and dormantly lay hidden, disgusted as your average, apathetic 2.0 student. As much fun as that was (and it really was fun) the time has come to transfer (dun, dun, dun) to an upper level school. This means: new school, new house to live in, new town to live in, new friends to meet, new jobs to work at, new enemies to make. Now, for a small town girl that can be quite terrifying! I mean not all small town girls live in lonely worlds, if you know what i mean--contrary to my good friend Bill.
Currently, I live in a cute, however small, Victorian house with seven friendly housemates, one awesome roommate, and a loving boyfriend of over 2 years. So the idea of living/schooling/working/eating/even sleeping alone is quite depressing. There are more things than being socially and utterly independent that shake my nerves up a bit, but yes...So when i say "until everything changes," I really mean everything. I'm sure several of my peers have already gone through this, but sympathize with me here.

I must make a To-Do List

• New Job (Easier said than done)
• New Apartment (down payment, credit report application, possible cosigner needed?)
• Car (Need to pay down payment to refinance my car before I'm a poor college student)
• School (pay registration, enrollment, pick classes, buy supplies, buy books........)
• Student Loans (must get accepted!)
• New bank account (to manage financial aid money and keep it separate from my own dwindling electronic pocket book of pennies)
• Find roommate to take my place in my current house (takers?)
• By-the by....anyone want to live with me in Sac? (cj? Angela next year?)
• get proper closure from grass valley (so i don't create unhealthy psychological social habits)
• have an awesome going away party (which will be on New Years Eve)

New Years Eve...how appropriate. This will be hard. I am deeply in love with my life in Grass Valley and all the people here. Well, we still have 82 Days 13 Hours and 26 Minutes together.

• wish me luck

tremendous research has led me to believe

so, i'm pretty sure
within everyone's community
the ratios go as follows:

for every 1 person that likes you
1 person does not like you
2 people go back and fourth over time
and 5 people don't care

you naked? or them naked?

Which one is more embarrasssing for you?

Apparently, neither for all the ladies at my gym.

They all walk around naked in the ladies locker room.

-Which I might add is quite spacious and is more of a "hang out" than a dressing room. Which is the

whole reason I joined...the lady's hottub, sauna, in fact I barely even workout.

This is such a normal thing. Right? Why am I bothered? It's funny because the younger girls will walk around in bras and panties, something I'm very comfortable around. However, it's the elderly that really put their junk on display.

It's distracting. I go in and change and see them all. and then it's stuck in my head. i see them working out....

moving on.

so everyone walks around naked in the locker room. whatev. it's a lock room. eh?

however, that doesn't mean i have to be naked, as well.

well i think the little old ladies think i'm insecure. What with my towel wrapped around me at all possible opportunities of display. who knows? maybe my clothes makes them feel uncomfortable. it's like there's wrinkled all over the place, but one towel and everyone stares.

i think they even pity me, because lately they've begun complimenting me, and my tight skin-ed self.

alas, i've endured worse from life.
i must push through!
i must keep going to my gym!
i must learn to be naked!
i must work worth out!

you all just wait and see!
i will work hard and look like this soon.

hot.

Today I work I was given a client's name and phone number and told to retreive his address. Of course I could have checked a phone book or even just called the phone number and asked the client himself. However, given the generation I'm being raised in, I simply used google.

It's fast, and diminishes any chances at social interaction or paper cuts.



Just for kicks, I googled his phone number, not his name. I was so surprised at the info that came up just googling a simple phone number.

Naturally, I then googled my own.

(FYI-after several minutes of recent phone number googling experience I learned that searches are significantly more successful with landlines verses cellular)



do you know what popped up when I entered my landline?



myspace messages between myself and two of my fellow myspace friends. (namely Dante Wadley and Nicholas Doliber)

wtf?



http://www.google.com/search?q=530-477-6238&hl=en&filter=0

rachz tees, yo

For Starters!

I sincerely aplogize for those of you whom have already received emails of these pictures,

(especially conisdering the fact that you have no choice whatsoever in receiving them.)
but you couldn't possibly want me to not share my silly little chuckles with the rest of the world!

so these are the tshirt designs i made (while at work) today (yesterday).

<--THIS one is my favorite. I would wear them everyday.

Just you wait.

Yesterday's Idea

Today's Joke

Tomorrow's Shirt

crap! i'm off work!

peace

who IS that in the mirror?

does everyone else perfectly identify with their bodies? -not even perfectly. how about just majority of the time? am i weird?

i look in the mirror and my immediate reaction is always, "shit! THAT's me?"

it's kinda like when you hear yourself on a video camera or possibly someone else's answering machine for the first time in a while and realize, "oh. that's how i sound? that's not how i hear myself in my head."

well the body i have is not the body i think i have in my head.

-and it's incredibly disappointing.

what's the difference? a goodie bag of scars, bruises, hair, lack of hair, clusters of freckles, and an overall convex figure verses my concave expectations.



my perception of myself is tall. yes, very tall.

-with hair twice as long

-freckles on my nose

-tiny, tiny breasts

-unusually large feet

-and much bigger lips



then i look in the mirror! wow! step back. (at least my feet aren't that huge)



in all seriousness-even my facial expressions i don't relate to.

don't get what i mean? it's that moment we've all had when you're skimming through the pictures your friend sent you of that party a few weekends ago, and realize you're not as hot as you think you are when you're drunk. You think, "ew.-and i thought i was making seductive face."

yeah! it's THAT feeling, but all the time.

does anyone else ever feel this way?



it's as if i've just switched bodies with some foreign pod of skin and organs. can't i just switch bodies again, with someone else? -i wonder.

who would i switch with? hmm...

you know, with my luck, if i ever did get the power to switch bodies with someone i probably wouldn't be able to chose the body. i could just keep switching until i got it right.

i would need to figure out some form of idenitty verification with my friends. that way if they're approached by an unfamiliar person, with a more familiar code word-they'd know what's up!



what if i switched places with an old lady? my friend would probably think that was rad.

what about a ten year old girl? if i switched with a ten year old girl what would my boyfriend think?

would he rather kiss my old body? -knowing it's ten year old.

or would he kiss me? -in a little girl body.

hmmm...

i will make this a movie.



106 days 14 hours left to
puke-pull-pluck-workout-tan-hydrate-diet-stretch&soften to
have my new body for my new life

until i run away

relationships are hard.
i'm really bad at relationships.
FAMILY ones.
romantic ones.
work-realted ones.
physical ones.
i'm doing farely well with the friendship ones.
however, recently i find myself missing a best friend.
i tell myself.rachel.
the best thing you ever did
was teach yourself
how to "get over it."
i'm a fuckin' pro.

110 Days 9 Hours
'til I run away from all of them (((again)))

110 Days 12 Hours Left

110 Days 12 Hours Left of this life.

this is the beginning of my blog. i'm going for interesting, entertaining, and new! to tell you the truth, however, it will mostly likely be a composition of rambling contents, run on sentences, and the occassion female bitching over rediculously mediocre "supposed" tragedies.

something you might need to know about me: i get spontaneous ideas that i immediately dedicate myself to, followed by an insulting lack of consistency.
something you might need to know about me: i will be doing weird, "by the by" remarks as such... i will be idenitfying things "you might need to know" until we get to know eachother a little better...this is my most recent spontaneous idea. (from the point forward known as S.I.)

another very recent S.I. of mine had been the decision to change. (rather the accpetion of change)
I'm beginning a countdown from the rest of my current life to the start of my new life, which starts JANUARY 1ST 2009.
Jan. 1st. everything will change-but we'll get into that later.

My entire life I've always hated, and been incredibly pained by change, alas I've never been able to "prepare" for said change...until now.
I know it's coming! My mission is to prepare for it! Be ready for it so I don't get held back! Get closure from all my relationships! Sum up this chapter!
Here we go.

i'm slightly anxious and listening to elliot smith

i spent the day saying ending every sentence with a very calm "yo." i, also, made 55 batches of icecream. and an average day is like 30-ish pans. so, like, lots of icecream, yo.
i'm almost finished with my book. (i am, however, amid three different books, currently) this book makes me want to have meaningless affairs with boys. not really. that sounds deeply unsatifying. but sometimes when you're in an apathetic mood can it be comforting to be around someone equally apathetic? -it makes sense to me.
relationships are hard. even if they're supposed to be apathetic. i'm really bad at relationships. family ones. romantic ones. physical ones. i'm doing farely well with the friendship ones. recently i find myself missing a best friend. i tell myself. rachel. the best thing you ever did was teach yourself how to "get over it." i'm a fuckin' pro.

Strong Loves Never Die - they just leave and come back

i've recently been coming up with a list of things
that i was once in love with...forgot about...
and am now re-loving them...

examples:
-les miserables
-lifted (the album)
-sunflower seeds
-video taping things
-classic disney movies
-tea
-classic romantic comedies
-mcdonalds breakfasts
-playing piano
-specifically, playing moonlight sonata
-swimming
-string cheese
-$5 little ceasar's
-matthew perry
-badly drawn boy
-yann tiersen
-and surprisingly NOT the beatles, but rather - the beach boys

...additional items to be added at a later date