so real life is awful right now, I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown, so what shall I do?? (aside from eating myself to death) Complain about nonsense, that's what.

Soooooooo what's with the glut of writers on 2mins that post 34283904290384283490824908 3 paragraph "chapters" Where did the good writers go?

You know how sometimes people on your friends-list post about stuff going on in their life, and all of a sudden you think "Wait a minute? Since when were they working THERE? Since when were they dating HIM/HER? Since when???" And then you wonder how you could have missed all that seemingly pretty standard information, but somehow you feel too ashamed to ask for clarification because it seems like info you should already know? It happens to all of us sometimes.

Please copy the topics below, erase my answers and put yours in their place, and then post it in your journal! Please elaborate on the questions that would benefit from elaboration. One-Word-Answers seldom help anyone out.



1. First Name:
Camille....which I absolutely hate and won't answer to anyone but my mother. If you're my friend, you know better to call me that. My parents named me after my Godmother, who's an old maid. I've quite a legacy to live up to. =/ Call me Cammy, please.

2. Age:
soon to be, gasp, 38.

3. Location:
Northern New Jersey. Up until a few years ago, I absolutely hated being here. While I still need to get away often, I can't REALLY imagine living anywhere else (except maybe another part of NJ) I love Northern Virginia and Massachusetts but no where else compares to here. We've got NYC 15 mins away, the shore an hour away, the mountains an hour away. Philly is two hours or so. There are a billion hockey teams within driving distance from here and more shopping than I know what the hell to do with. Pretty much perfect. Except people cant drive and taxes suck.

4. Occupation:
Medical billing and collections. Which is as awful and boring as it sounds. But I've been doing it for 15 years, it's what I know and the pay is decent. Not very fulfilling, though. What I really want to do is work in the travel industry, I actually went to school to be a travel agent right out of high school. No one told me the pay sucks and it's virtually impossible to get hired unless you have a clientele. I was briefly hired to work for an airline but the airline went bankrupt while I was still training.

5. Partner?:
none....it the curse of the Old Maid

6. Kids:
None yet, unless you count my cats! When I was younger, I wanted nothing to do with having children. Now, the older I get the more I want them and the less likely it seems to happen

7. Brothers/Sisters:
I have an older brother, Robert, but he passed away when I was 21.

8. Pets:
I have 5 cats! Technically though, only 2 live with me. Milo and Gordon were a "present" from my roommate when she still lived with me. When she moved in we decided we wanted a kitten since she's never had a cat before. Except one day, she came home with the boys saying that one of her friends from work had to get rid of them because she just had a baby (lamest excuse ever for getting rid of an animal) they were about 2 years old and I've had them for 10 years now, they stayed with me when my roommate moved out and went to FL.

My other 3 cats live with my mom (we live in a two family house, she's downstairs and I'm upstairs) Templeton is my baby boy, I got him in 1994. He's old and crotchety now but he's still my love. When that cat's time comes, I'm seriously going to need therapy. my other two are Peyton and Sidney, two sisters I acquired at 4 week olds after their mother suddenly died. They started out sickly but are little monsters now!


9. List 3-5 biggest things going on in your life right now:
Number one and most important is my mom. She was in the hospital for 2 weeks in heart and kidney failure and yesterday got moved into an acute care center for rehabilitation. My mother is a very sickly person, has been for as long as I can remember. She's really having a rough time of it. She's almost 80, so I guess at this point she's doing as well as can be expected. I dont really have anything else going on since all my time is taken up with her. Work sucks, but that's nothing out of the ordinary.

10. Parents:
My mom is my best friend. We were always close but became more so after my brother passed away. My father passed away when I was thirteen so we are the only family each other has. It pisses me off when I hear people talk about how they "hate" their parents for doing parental things. I've pretty much been on my own since I was thirteen (my mom worked nights as a nurse so our time together was pretty limited until she retired) and it's not fun. Don't wish your parents away, they'll be gone far too soon anyway.

11. Who are some of your closest friends?:
I've actually drifted from my best friend over the years and tho we are still very close, our relationship isn't the same as when we were younger. My friends fulfill specific needs.. Shelley is the one I go to for advice, Cyndi I get to be the goofy puckbunny with, Meredith is who I vent to and Fatima is my mental stimulation. She's always up for a good debate. I love them all dearly but I cant say I'm closer to one than another.

The Ducks lost. Should have seen that coming. I knew my celebration was a bit premature. Whatever. They played a good game against OMGTHEBESTTEAMINTHELEAGUEOMG and almost got the win. Baby steps, kids, baby steps.

Whit scored a goal. AND the Ducks are winning. It may be premature, but I believe a celebration is in order...

I KNEW this Pens/Ducks was gonna suck. I knew it the day the schedule was released. I thought to myself "this is going to go badly." I knew the Ducks would lose, that Whit would be awful and everyone would laugh at him and I would hate the world. It was written in the stars. Cause if there is one person that God hates more than me, it's Whit. What a big, fat FAIL of a game.

This shouldn't surprise me in the least. I was kinda hoping things would go differently this time. Things always seem to go according to script when it comes to ruining my day tho. A little respite from the horror of my life would have been nice. With mom in the hospital not doing well, my house falling down around my ears and being busted broke, someone could have thrown me a freakin bone. Guess asking for a decent game from my favorite player was asking too much. I'll set my sights lower next time.

/emo post

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this still breaks my heart. I was SHATTERED when it happened. I cried for weeks. I didn't eat, wouldn't go to school, barely slept. It was a nightmare. I remember the day I found out perfectly, can tell you every detail of it, the weather, who I was with, what we were doing, hell even what we were all WEARING. Scarred. For. Life. I still beat myself up for missing his last game. It was one of the few Flyers games my cable company picked up and I wanted to watch it so badly, but I let myself get talked into going to a movie. A God-awful Matt Dillon movie. I never liked Matt Dillon, what the hell possessed me to agree to go I'll never understand. I could have had one last game. It just made losing him seem even worse. I'll never forget sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner (wagon wheel shaped pasta and sauce) and hearing the TV my father was listening to in the living room talking about him. I ran in there to see what they were talking about and the only part of the story I heard was "...from injuries sustained in a car accident. He was 26" I said to my Dad "Is he dead" and my fathers only response was a nod. And flipping lost it. Ran wailing through the house, locked myself in the bathroom for hours and bawled until I puked. Scarred. For. Life. I adored that man, he was my hero, and the first person I "loved" that I ever lost. He was my education in dealing with death. I let the anniversary slip my mind this year, but I still don't think I'm over it. Found some old vids awhile back the Flyers posted on their site about him and made the mistake of watching...hearing his voice after all this time left me shaken for days. And the coverage of the memorial ceremony they had for him prior to the first game the Flyers played after his death had me sobbing. I've seen that footage a thousand times and it somehow never gets easier. It's such a sad, disgusting shame. So much talent. So much personality. Such a wonderful person. His name would have been right up there with Roy and Brodeur. It would have been his records they were trying to catch. I'm so glad he's still remembered in some circles, it was so long ago and people's memories are short. If I ever get to Sweden, I'm going to visit his grave. Maybe then I can some closure.

1.  I hate Devils fans with the fire of 1000000000000000000000000 suns.  Except the two nice ones that let me get to the rail after the game to get my jersey signed.  The rest of the approximately one billion other people that were waiting for the Ducks and generally being obnoxious can light themselves on fire and jump off a cliff.  Go harass your own fucking team, thanks.

2. I love Ryan Whitney more than is healthy. Not really much more to add to that thought.  He brings out my maternal, overprotective side.  Sue me.

Cyndi got some great pics that she better upload, like, the second she gets home.  She got one of Jonas Hiller eating a slice of pizza and signing at the same time.  Hilarious.  Nothing really to state about the game other than it sucked.  There was really no bright spots.  Individuals made some great plays but as a team they weren't clicking on any level.  Not really sure how much of it was their ineptitude or the Devils just smothering them to death.  Any time you can go 0-6 on the PP, something isn't working.  And it had been so good lately.  Sigh. I hate the thought of this being my last Ducks game of the season...even if they had won it would suck but having it end this was is just awful.

To All The Autograph Hounds That Hang Out At The Rock That Push And Shove People Out Of The Way Just To Get Whatever Memorabilia You Have Signed Only To Turn Around And Sell It On Ebay (And Trash Every Player After They Walk Away From You):

If any of you degenerates even THINKS about trying to get between me and Ryan Whitney, I will slit your throat, drain your blood, and use you for a Pez dispenser.  Not even joking....

Have a pleasant evening!!!


PS. Please keep a copy of this letter for your reference to use when the Chicago Blackhawks come to town in March, substituting the "Ryan Whitney" for "Adam Burish"

Thank you

Dearest Whit,

Please don't embarrass yourself. 

Love you,
Cam 

....getting ready to see the Ducks, and psyching myself up for U2 @ the Rose Bowl on Sunday.  Instead, have been sorting summer/winter clothes all day, preparing to settle in with bottle glass of wine and watch the Hawks game and have a big ole roadtrip to Walmart or Target planned for tomorrow.

F.M.L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

on the bright side, we are having a wicked thunderstorm right now.  YAY!

Saw Whit last night and suffered no emo meltdowns.  The first glance of him in That Jersey was jarring though, but I moved past it pretty quick.  I'm thrilled he's a Duck and I'm ridiculously in love with the team.  Still I wish he were closer.  I can't believe that the NJ game here in Nov will be the last time I can see him play in person FOR THE REST OF THE SEASON.  That is unacceptable.  I have to be able to roadtrip somewhere to be able to see them again.  This schedule was not cool, hockey gods, not cool at all.

Speaking of roadtrip, met a cool girl at the game last night that was from Anaheim and came out to Philly BY HERSELF to see the Ducks and then head back to CA.  I want to have the balls to be able to do that.  As a matter of fact, I think I might do that.  I'm quite tired of other people fucking up my plans.  I''ve now planned two trip to Anaheim, only to have them poo-pooed for one reason or another by my usual traveling partners.  I'm never getting anywhere if I have to wait on other people.  And besides, I need a damn vacation!  

As for the game last night, it was pretty badass.  I just love going to games in Philly, for sure they are never dull.  Didn't really get any shit about my jersey, other than one guy that sat behind me that scream "Whitney's an ex-Penguin, kill him" just about every time he was on the ice.  A few "Anaheim sucks" comments but it was half-hearted.  I guess they save their good material for the Pens/Caps/Devs fans.  It really was a treat to see the Ducks play in person, the TV just doesn't do justice.  I haven't seen Teemu play in person in YEARS and he's still breathtaking.  So quick and fast and the HANDS. adajdjadkjadjakdjalkjdlkjgslk. Getzy plays with more rage, aggression and power than anyone I've ever seen.  He's just a bull.  Bobby Ryan was amazing in OT, you could almost feel him trying to will a goal.  Sick moves.  And Corey Perry is...Corey Perry.  I have such a love/hate relationship.  Last night was the hate.  Dumb fucking penalty.  I gotta say though, when we saw him at the hotel prior to the game signing some autographs, he seemed perfectly pleasant.  I've heard he's a douche, but I didn't get that impression at all.  I'll give him the benefit of the doubt.  He still gets on my nerves though.  

We went to Philly early to see if we could see the team before they headed over to the arena.  Cyndi had seen the Preds there last year and we went down on the assumption that maybe the Ducks would stay at the same place.  Bingo.  Got there just in time to see Todd Marchant putting his stuff on the bus and then signing for about 10 fans that were hanging out.  Cyndi was leaning on me to get a picture with Whit when he came out and I eventually talked myself into it.  I'm not big on asking guys for autographs/pictures (that's her thing) especially on game day.  But I figured I was only getting two chances to see him, I might as well try it.  I was saving getting my jersey signed for when he's here and I see him after the Devs game.  We got to see everybody.  Lupul is breathtakingly gorgeous up close. He went to Borders before getting on the bus and came back with a coffee and a pretty big bag of books. Geuss one needs something to do on those long flights.  Let me see...he plays hockey, is a musican, likes Pearl Jam AND can read!?!?  Pretty much the perfect man LOL.  Getzy is even more massive than I expected him to be.  Nick Boynton was a sweetheart.  Nieder looked at us funny, kinda in that "do I know you?" kind of way.   We go back a long way with that boy, he should remember us.  I was so "omg flail" about seeing Whit that I forgot to tell him he owed me a Dave Matthews dance.  Damn it.  I'll have to get a few beers in me and ask him when he comes here.  Cause I'm sure he enjoys coming here.  Maybe he will now that Special Nieds is here.  But anyway, yeah, we saw everyone, even Randy Carlyle who I denied the urge to run up to and shake his hand.  Saw everyone......except Whitney.  And Eminger.  Clearly the two of them had a hot date and took themselves over to the arena and didnt take the bus.  I alternated between feeling pissed, relieved and wanting to cry.  I had finally psyched myself up to go up to him, then nothing.  Sigh.  Guess that's God's way of telling me it wouldn't have gone well and it's just as well I missed him.  I had luck in NJ once before, so let's hope it works this time.

Going to see Whit play with his new team tonight for the first time since he was traded.  I hope I don't cry, but knowing the loser that I am, I will probably at least tear up a bit.  I should probably hold off on the beer, that will help. 

.....it's like watching paint dry, only not as exciting.  But seriously, Braydon Coburn <3 <3 <3.  There's just something about a hard skating defenseman leading a rush that gets me all fluttery inside. 

That yesterday was pretty much the Worst Day Ever at work.  If I could have afforded to, I would have just walked out and not gone back.  Why does shit always hit the fan when you're gone for a few days?  Whatever.  I was ragey most of the day.....until I came home.  Twas there waiting for me, my brand spanking new Whitney jersey in all its orange, black, and gold glory.  Sigh.  My baby knows how make happy.  =D   

...I am going to see the Flyers play tonight.  The thing about Flyers games is that they are infinitely more entertaining in Philly.  In New Jersey?  Not so much.  At the very least in Philly, there be crab fries.  Best hockey snack food ever created. 

U2 is religion.  I should never doubt them or how they make me feel.  Going to church again tonight and worshiping at the alter....

U2 concert tonight??? Last place in the WORLD I want to be tonight.  WTF is wrong with me?????  need megadoses of Jameson, stat....  

Burish out for 6 months?!?!  Are you fucking shitting me, God??  Fuck off.....

I'm getting REALLY fucking sick and tired of my players getting hurt in the pre-season.  

spending 4 hours hanging out with the man I love and his new girlfriend?  Easily in my Top 5 list of Things Never To Do Again.  Somewhere behind making out with Rich and ahead of mixing Jameson and Hennessey.  I got a hello and goodbye kiss too.  Like I really needed to know what his stubble feels like against my skin, or how soft his mouth is.  thanks for that, God......

Got a huge reality check and my heart broken today.  Which I guess is kind of a relief to knowing I actually had one to break.  Needless to say, I'm officially done with Kris.  I get the message loud and clear now.  He has zero interest in even being my friend, let alone something greater.  The final straw came when it was almost time to go home for the day.  We were the only two left in the department, and while he was on the phone with an insurance company, I went to the front of the office to run through some mail for Monday.  Get back to the room and he's gone.  Poof.  I asked Lilly if he left and she said yeah.  Cardinal rule is that someone needs to be back in the department at all times.  He couldn't even wait the two fucking minutes I was gone to wait to leave??  Not only was it unprofessional of him, it kind of pissed me off that he couldn't even be bothered to say goodbye or have a good fucking weekend.  He's never been outright inconsiderate before.  And it hurt, even though it shouldn't really surprise me. 

So again I get upset and work and someone sees me.  talk about unprofessional.  Only Lori saw me, and I think she may have figured out who's causing me to cry all the time.  Lori and I "get" each other....she's the closest thing to a friend I have in that office.  I trust her not to say anything about it to anyone, though honestly I wouldn't give a shit if she did.  I already feel like I'm the office laughingstock so at least this would give them actual fodder to work with.  I'm already dreading tomorrow.  Cathy is having a BBQ and invited all the billing crew to come.  According to Lisa, Kris plans on bringing the woman.  I'll believe it when I see it.  I don't believe he's even going to show at all, and if he does, it will be for 5mins with or without her.  He has better things to do than hangout with work biddies. I wish I could say I did too, but with a cat snuggled up next to me, that answer is a resounding NO.