I'm gonna show this world a thing or two...

Norm's having another bad dream.

Life as of late has been pritt-y shitt-y. I can't even think of somewhere to start.

I'm totally infuriated. And thinking about everything makes me just laugh.
Well mostly just thinking about my job makes me laugh.
Scheduled 5 of out 5 holidays?

Oh HEEEEEYULLLL no!

I could indulge but I just don't feel like it.

Yeah, I've had a little caffeine. SO? Aaaaaand I'm listening to Rihanna's Breakin' Dishes and can't sit still.
My family has been worried about me and I'm sure this entry won't reassure them but I promise I'm fine. Just waiting for meds to adjust.

I'm reading Steven King's On Writing and I'm absolutely in love with it. Partial auto-biography/advice/ideas on writing.

Aaaand I just bought the Twilight soundtrack with Scott's iTunes password.
Yeeeeeeeeeep! Sorry love. It's for a good cause I promise.


And I also have a surprise for all 5 of my readers. A surprise that won't be unveiled until Spring.
No I'm not pregnant and no it's nothing way exciting.
My family knows how I get with secrets and gifts-I can't hold on to them long enough and want the whole world to know about them but THIS ONE is mine and mine alone and will have to wait until spring. So you will have to wait too.
Kind of like a new years resolution lame type of deal. Only it's November. I think I'm mostly thriving because October is over. October=Bats=Omens=Depressing=no fun.

Anywhooooooo. I'm going to finish my new playlist and run around the block a few times and read the whorish vampire novel that is Dark Symphony (I HATEEEEEEE the name Byron and the fact that the main girl is BLIND. Nothing against blind people-they just make for awkward love scenes, feeling his face for expressions and all) by Christine Feehan. A fellow Mormon.

Yikes.

Here I go!

Loves,

Syds.

Glug glug glug.

So I'm supposed to be getting ready to go over to my parents casa to get a bunch of my old shit/take most of my old shit to the D.I. But I'm sitting here staring at my newly painted nails (it's like a plummy colour. It looks BEAUTIFUL on Scott's toes!).

Can I just tell you how freaking glad I am that October's over? FINALLY? Holy shit man.

There's a lot that I've been meaning to blog about but any energy that I've had I've used to sleep. Life takes a lot out of me. And it could be me taking a lot out of myself, and maybe I should slow my mind down but sometimes I'm so afraid of interfering and messing everything up. Domino effect.

Anyway. I gotta go, I haven't even showered yet and I'm supposed to be there by 3.

Lurves.

Syd.

p.s.

if you're looking for a movie that will absolutely blow your mind,

rent Frankenstein w/Robert De Niro.

YIKES.

Woof.

Guess who found 6 pristine Ren and Stimpy comics at the D.I. this morn?

ME.

I'm so excited. One of them even has Powdered Toast Man on the front.

So the entire month of October has pretty much sucked for the most part. ONE thing after ANOTHER keeps HAPPENING and now I can't help but wait for the other shoe to drop.

Rabid husband.
Kelly dies.
Dad diagnosed w/prostate cancer.

Speaking of rabid husband, I woke up the other night to Scott, fully clothed, crawling around on the floor. My immediate thought was

"Holy shit.........is he rabid?"

I was horrified. I asked him what he was doing and he just hung his head while he laughed, and then hopped up and ran out of the room. I'm thinking there was some crack in his rockstar. But who knows.

Work has been pretty shitty lately too. I've worked graves for almost a year (decemberrrrrrr) and it's catching up to me. I can't live a normal life. Working the hours that your body wants to sleep thru 5 days a week takes a serious ammount of energy to stave off.

Okay. Time for sleep. Still got love for the streets.

Love,

Scorcho.

who wants to go to bed with their makeup on?

I do.

Here's to thinking this month couldn't get any worse...

One of my coworkers died this last saturday. He was a crisis worker that worked on call graves-so I saw him a lot since people decide to be suicidal between the hours of 10 pm to 6 am. He was one of the kindest, funniest, most sincere, genuine people I've ever met in my life. He had stunningly blue eyes that penetrated any defenses you had set up. He had twin sons on missions and a 1o year old girl. He died from complications (most likely threw a clot) from a neck surgery. I'd love to find out who did it.

Scott is, as we speak, getting the 2nd out of 5 or 6 rabies vaccines.

Yeah. Rabies.
There were way too many coincidences and he found two little dots on his leg that COULD be bite marks but could be a number of other things, but since I love him so much and he loves himself so much we decided to go ahead with the vaccination. T-Minus $5000 (at least) and counting. Yikes.

Love my life. Could be worse right?

So, I bid you adieu,

Kelly Wall,

and will miss paging you once you've gone home for the night.

Loves,

always,

Scorcho.

Oktober!

So I must've been on something crazy last night because I had a dream that I was being chased around by a serial killer in my parents neighborhood. To make it worse and way more intense than it already freakin was, the serial killer was GARY BUSEY.

I woke up in a cold sweat. I was horrified. Ever since I was a little kid, and I've had dreams that I'm not cool with, I've been able to realize that I was in a dram and wake myself up (one time I brought my hand up to my eye and opened my eyelid). Aaaaaand it doesn't sound believable but it is. So shhh.

So I took Annie home yesterday and saw little Alex for the first time and holy shit that kid is gorgeous. HUGE beautiful brown eyes and teeth just like every other Campbell had when they were a kid.

SO cute. I'm so glad they're home so they can get all settled in and get him into the flow of a normal life.

Well anyway, not much else to say other than I fell asleep around 5 this morning and woke up about 45 minutes ago.
So I'm gonna go do something productive like refresh the paint on my toenails.

Loves,

Scorcho.

It's almost October and I'm still sweating.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

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I hate being hot. It's unpleasant, leads to headaches, and makes my hands swell up so that I look like I have snausages for fingers. I'd much, MUCH rather be cold. You can bundle up, and wear comfortable clothes, AND it makes your hands super skinny so that your rings start to slide around. Piano hands. I can't even tell you how excited I am for fall to be here. I heffing LOVE it. I usually get all depressed and pale but this year I'm going to change that.

I'll go tanning.

Ha, ha, ha.

No really though. I'm done being depressed and down on myself. I am who I am, and my life is MY life, and I alone am the only one that can mold it. So suck it, Trebek.
Alright so moving on. I always feel selfish when I blog, because I'm always talking about myself, but then I thought, shit, it's MY blog, who the hell else would I blog about? Oprah? Pffff, bitch can get her own blog!

So this last sunday we (family) got together for Ninadine and Jedaline's birthdays. I recently bought a new camera so I've been using the crap out of it and taking millions of pictures.

Observe.

So here's Annie outside with her new Duck. I don't want to give her back when Jules and Dusty get home.

Doug, Maisy, and Gunder on the trampoline.

Cam wondering why he left the womb.

Camden, Mum and Dad.

Craig on acid.

Craig and Me.

Mum, Cam and Karin.

Mark and Me. Special spirits.

Mum and Dad


Nina and Nancy.

Anna giving me attitude.

Gunder and me pouting.

Aaaaaaand Gunder being the ever concerned child that he is.

I had to add this one.

So here's Nina and Jed (and Maisy and Mark) blowing out their candles. Yaaaaayyy.

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Here's Dustin, Alex and Jules, still in Taiwan. They're coming home thursday night!

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

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So that about sums up sunday. And my life as of right now. Along with the fact that I'm all of the sudden 13 again and am getting zits like some kid that slept with a bag of greasy breadsticks over his head. Muh.

Time to find something to eat.

Love,

(you know you're jealous)

Scorcho.

Expansion.

Another nephew!

Jules and Dustin just flew out to Taiwan this last thursday and picked him up today instead of monday thanks to Hurricane Mary.

His name is Alex Kuan Yu Loveridge. I'm so excited for them to get home, I can't even wait.

We're babysitting their slightly neurotic dog Annie- who ADORES me- aaaaaaaaaaand everything was wonderful until she brought a bat into the house.

A FREAKING BAT.

I'll blog that one later. I'm still getting over it. I've spent the last two days praying that I won't be a widow since scott was the one that took it outside. (I made him put on gloves so we're A.O.K., and Annie had her rabies shot last year so we're in the clear. Plus it might've just flown in with her when Scott let her inside. I almost stepped on the damn thing.)

But anyway. YAY! I'm so freaking happy for them.

I went to bikram yoga today and it kicked my ass. Like Steven Segal kicked my ass. I got off work at 6 and came home to change and get all of my crap and then hauled back to ogden only to find out that class is at 830 instead of 8. Nice. So I sat in my car and did naughty crosswords.

YIKES.

Sadly, I can do them better than the crosswords that are in the newspaper.

Sorry mum.

Anyway.
I was feeling sorry for myself tonight because Scott is at BB's birthday party and it's mostly guys going so I got all bratty and told him to just go and I'd stay home. So I called Nina and she was going to a movie with her cronies so then I sent Craig and Mariah a text to see what they were doing and they were in Salt Lake. So I said screw it and went into full pout mode and drove around a little bit, intending to go to Barnes and Noble but diverted to Savers instead (Thank GOODNESS) and I found lots of wonderful things and you don't even have to worry about it because I bought them all. It was like Heavenly Father felt sorry for me and led me to my amazing finds. So I bought them, and then went to Smiths and bought $40 bucks worth of chips and dip for tomorrow's dinner aaaaaaand came home and here I am.

And I also bought an amazing Zelda shirt (hot topic) with the shield and master sword on the front. I know you're jealous.

Okay I'm gonna go now. My attention span has tapped out.

Muchos Loves,

Scorcho.

P.S

I just noticed on the back of my Jolly Rancher bag that they're manufactured in CANADA.

IDK if I can eat them anymore.