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[May. 30th, 2004|04:37 am] |
This journal is now closed due to parental discovery.
More forthcoming in locked entry. |
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| I just work. |
[Apr. 30th, 2004|09:00 pm] |
My dad used to say that when we would ask him what he wanted to do for entertainment. "Dad Just Works" He'd say. . .and then we'd proceed to rummage through his pockets for money.
I never used to understand that. Now, I do.
I just work. 44 hours in 6 days a week of pimpin' mortgages to the southern states.
But you know, there's a satisfaction to it. To going to a real leave-the-house, legit job for more than three days. I think I'm starting to dig the sales thing. Not enough to, say, become a business major. But enough to keep doing it.
I've got some respect from the folks now that I'm helping out a bit, and that's cool. I'm not just a lump in their guest room anymore.
Next week I'll have enough in bonuses to pay for summer school tuition. Or go throw one helluva party.
(That was a joke. I worked too hard for this. Hehe. I could blow my student loan money, my phone sex money, my parents money - no problem. This is. . .different. Real job money. For important things like a new apartment (potentially) and to pay off the U of A so I can hurry up and finish my degree and never be a lump on the guest bed again.)
The "I just work." sentiment will be doubly so when summer semester starts, folks. Up at 5 to be in class at 7 (Yes. We're talking AM. Jesus H. . .). Class from 7-9 and 9-11. Work from 1-9 PM.
I'm scared. But this is like. . .pennance. For screwing around. I could have had it easier, but I screwed it up. So now I have to do things 'the hard way.'
I'm gonna complain about it, but it's got to be done.
Post about the weekend with the bio-family forthcoming. |
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From ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) iamlark |
[Apr. 29th, 2004|09:44 pm] |
1.Go into your LJ's archives.
2.Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3.Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4.Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.....
From June 24, 2002:
"She's, like, the nicest person I deal with on a regular basis." |
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[Apr. 16th, 2004|06:33 pm] |
Soliciting help from the dream analysts on my friends list, as this one rattled me all day long.
It's pretty brief, I only remember a little of it. But before the dream, background!
(For those of you new to the journal/my life, Jake was the center of it between October of 2002 and February of 2003. Okay, honestly, he continued to be a big part of it long after he made his final exit from it after our late-March hookup and I didn't see him again until late-October, an experience that lead me down the road of binge-drinking/pill-popping/giving great_enochio-a-public-lapdance that culminated in shouting in the middle of the street and all manner of other asshattery that night at the Rasputina show..
He's the one that got away.
I spent a great deal of time believing he was 'the one.' No. Not like Neo. Hehe.
Anyway, for reference, here's the first Jake related LJ post. )
So, now that I've caught all y'all up, on to the dream:
I'm having lunch with him, totally casually. Really, I don't even remember what we were talking about. I just remember looking across the table and seeing him skinny, and his right arm shrivelled and withered, and his fingers all twisted up and deformed. He was really thin - like, sick thin. His teeth were ruined, in that way that crack and meth ruin one's teeth. He looked as if he were dying.
It just. . .disturbed me. And then before anything meaningful or symbolic could happen, I woke up. |
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[Apr. 8th, 2004|11:30 pm] |
Today was really fun.
I got out of bed really early because my mom was yelling at me.
I feel a bit strange because we've just moved to Idaho and there's a weird smell in the house.
I'm so hardcore. Me and Buzz went to the mall today, and I stole a whole heap of stuff. I got a Good Charlotte CD, a couple of DVDs and some new boots. Buzz got caught, but he fought his way out, and then we stole some lady's car and smashed it into a phone booth.
Last night I had to shave my entire body. Apparently, the lice that I caught from Amanda's friend are really hard to get rid of. I look quite strange with no hair and eyebrows. I'd post pictures, but my webcam is broken.
I want to tell the world to get fucked.
I am updating this journal for the first time in ages, because I've been in prison.
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Here's ten thousand photographs of my cat.
I want to say thanks to simon and Abbey and Dave and the other Simon for helping me on Saturday. You guys are the best. By the way, if you happen to find my wallet, keys or underwear, could you SMS me? Adrian has my number.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have bipolar disorder, and should stop smoking drugs.
You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you you're a moron.
"Turn on channel 5. Lisa burned the house down!"
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with my favourite Buffy fan-fiction piece I wrote last year when I was in hospital.
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[Apr. 8th, 2004|09:45 pm] |
Okay, who's taking me to the Harry Connick Jr. concert May 2nd? (Any comment from the sibling will be met with smiting or somesuch.)
I had a job for 3 days - telemarketing for 4 hours a day - and I quit 'cause it sucked and was not worth my time, being in prime job-time and impeding my schedule for other places that might want to hire me. But mostly 'cause it sucked. Mom and Dad, in a shocking move, backed my decision. But mostly because "Those people who work there aren't our class of people."
A direct quote. Go snobbishness for getting me off the hook!
Am v. happy about forthcoming meeting with the rest of my extended birthfamily - also nervous.
Had a great last weekend with my biological brother, chucktshoes, who I will forgive for being an indie rocker even though it grieves me grieviously. Hehe.
Am worried my online game desirability factor is declining. This does not please me. I may be a bitch and say horrible things (only about deserving parties), but damn it, my game is tight. Hee.
I'm cranky, generally, but should recover. |
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[Apr. 5th, 2004|09:42 pm] |
I needed to hear this. But, heh.
From Yahoo Astrology for Aries 4/5/04
"This isn't about battle. You'd win anyway. Put the whole thing behind you. Move on." |
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[Mar. 28th, 2004|08:56 pm] |
Stolen from chucktshoes -
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I have a big ol' blog entry about meeting this whole new wing of family. But until then, read the aforementioned Blog. It's my brother. My brother, people. . . |
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| Oh. My. Fucking. God. |
[Mar. 26th, 2004|06:26 pm] |
So, I came home from doing a little work for my mother today to an answering machine message from a lady who works at an adoption registry reunion site I registered for in 1999.
I called her back, and in 10 minutes she called me back and said she compared my information with the information from a lady who thought I was a match to the daughter she'd given birth to 24 years ago and asked if I was still interested to get in contact. Of course, having always wanted to meet her, I said YES! PLEASE! AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!And all that geek stuff. So she called her back with my phone number.
So, in a matter of 15 minutes I get the phone call and we spend about 10 minutes confirming time and date of birth, ethnicity, the hospital and the unwed mothers' home she was at. . .and we match.
And we've been talking for about 2 hours and. . .we are so much alike. You can already tell.
I'm so happy in this very shellshocked "Did Not Expect This Today" sort of way. |
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[Mar. 25th, 2004|10:04 pm] |
"I hate you, please die!" is a very impolitic thing to yell at people - but somehow I've been having this adolescent need to do just that as of late.
I'm almost embarrassed. Almost. |
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[Mar. 21st, 2004|07:44 pm] |
Apparently, until recently, my sister labored under the impression that Tuna = Dolphin.
Also, sage quote: "Yayin' is what you do before you go sheep!" |
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| Oy. |
[Mar. 21st, 2004|04:06 pm] |
In ways only my mother knows how to do, she has sucked the joy out of my birthday party.
( Read more... )
Last year they forgot my birthday, as they were planning for my Sister's wedding, so I got shitfaced with Brother in Law and threw up in her bushes.
I might take my birthday money from relatives, go downtown to cop, and do some lines off her shiny new supper table and leave polaroids of aforementioned act when I leave for whatever school I end up at next. . .
But probably, I won't. I need that money for cigarettes, and that's a more pressing substance problem. Heh.
The cake was good. Italian cream cake. |
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[Mar. 20th, 2004|09:46 pm] |
Happy Birthday to Me!
I am employed! Weird things happened at the Wal-Mart! Edwin (sillygolem) and his friend are coming to visit tomorrow!
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On the employment - One of my mother's patients needs someone to keep him company about 4 or 5 hours a day, so I am going to sit with him and watch movies or talk or whatever would keep his interest. He's 83 years old, retired career military, college degrees out the ear - still very sharp, but has to be watched because his short term memory comes and goes.
For example - He went to the neurologist - and none of my mother's patients likes her one bit. She's sort of aloof and talks about the old people as if they're not there, but she's a good doctor and diagnos-er of things so people keep going.
Basically, in laymans terms, she told Mr. H's son that he was rapidly losing his mind and would be nearly vegetable-ized in a manner of years. Right in front of him, as if he wasn't there or couldn't here.
The last part of the series of neurological tests is for the patient to write down a few sentences about anything else they wanted to tell but weren't asked. After he heard all this, Mr. H's were:
"I'd like to kick your ass. . ."
I hope I have that kind of spirit when I'm 83.
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The Very Weird Thing -
I was at Wal Mart and saw the girl I smoked my very first joint with, back in the day. And she has 2 kids and a husband and a job and a life. And I asked if she wanted to go out one weekend and she was all "I just hang out with my kids these days." And I was all happy for her.
I mean, I IDOLIZED her in school. There was wild but she was. . .up to the next level. Oh, man.
And now she's all settled. But that's not the REALLY WEIRD thing.
While we were outside talking, this guy honked at me in his car. I had no idea who he was, but I waved back to be polite, since I thought it might be a friend of my mother's.
The gentleman in question thought I was a lady by name of "Brandy" and introduced himself as "Timber" - he is a very large gentleman who sells meat. We proceeded to talk, but Steph wanted to get her kids out of the night air so she left.
And Mr. Timber proceeded, after a few more minutes of conversation, to ask if I was single and if I wanted to be introduced to another very large man - former bouncer, current truck driver - who was only looking for a clubbin', barbequein', goin' out lady friend.
I said yes. Because if nothing else, it will make a great blog entry. |
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[Mar. 8th, 2004|12:08 pm] |
Dissapointed.
I never got any The Passion of Christ LJ spam.
I need some fundie-ass to bust every now and again, and I was DENIED
Feh. |
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| New lows in stupidity. |
[Mar. 8th, 2004|02:34 am] |
Royal Opera Boots Singer Voigt for Weight
(AP, 03/07/2004 6:30 PM)
By Lindsay Holmwood
The Royal Opera House in London canceled a performance by American star soprano Deborah Voigt because of her weight, a spokesman for the prestigious theater said Sunday.
And from further down in the article?
[casting director, Peter]Katona had selected a black evening dress for the part and believed Voigt would not look right in it, Millard said.
"Normally Ariadne is presented on a stylized Greek island with the singers wearing toga-type clothes, but we wanted to present it in an elegant, modern evening dress," Katona was quoted as telling The Sunday Telegraph newspaper.
http://launch.yahoo.com/read/news.asp?contentID=217174 |
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| Prioritizing points |
[Mar. 7th, 2004|09:33 pm] |
Just used all my exercise points from today on margaritas at Don Juan - the local AUTHENTIC Mexican joint - with my cousins I haven't seen in two or three years and Sibling and Brother in Law.
We're crunk and all on a mattress in the living room.
As overheard as I type this:
"You're stinky, give it to me!"
"Bumps are for faggots."
"You do one girl and you're a faggot!"
"Big Fucking Dime Rails, Mate!"
More to be recorded tomorrow. Sibling is pissed due to the amount of cocaine humor. |
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