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| 06:03pm 17/09/2008 |
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so over the past year, I've been quietly obsessed with roller derby. I didn't even know there was a league in my city until february. a couple of months after, I got skates, and started the arduous task of learning to skate again. so I've been working and working on skating.
tryouts were on sunday. it was surprisingly hard, I'd never jumped on skates before, for starters. weaving drills. etc.
anyway...I got in! first practice is on sunday! I'm stoked and so nervous!
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| 08:18am 26/07/2008 |
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what the hell can cause a formerly sweet 16 yr old with an occasional bad temper into a total nightmare kid, worthy of a maury povich boot camp episode?
my niece has rotted out completely. it's STRESSFUL. they're actually going to have an intervention, she's being so insane. my sister popped by the other night and brought us up to speed, and it's just awful. she's super stubborn, and only listens to her boyfriend, who is an argumentative little punk from a seriously bad family. he's turning her against all of us, but especially her parents, who treated her like gold for her entire life. it makes me sick and angry.
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| 12:39pm 18/06/2008 |
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I keep seeing your name.
I see your name fucking everywhere. the somewhat odd shortened version, the long, unusually-spelled version. everywhere. it hurts.
there was a time when I'd see your name everywhere and I knew I'd hear from you.
but that's not the case anymore.
I opted to see only the good in you. and the asshole side toward me won, the good side entirely taken by someone else. I'm starting to wonder if there are circumstances under which I'd be able to be your friend again without resentment. I worried myself sick about you, was extra accomodating to you, because I could see how totally fucked up you were, and it was scary to see someone with such unbelieveable potential as a human acting like they were getting ready to throw it all away. I never wanted a change in our friendship.
all that care and concern for nothing. I guess I take my friendships too seriously.
and the anger and hurt I feel just keep lingering painfully on. |
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| 12:30pm 06/06/2008 |
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to the one side of the window, grey-black clouds. straight up, a patch of blue sky. there's a glimmer of hope for the weekend!
it always kind of delights me when I hear of someone getting back what they deserve. this TWAT who was my supervisor at my last job is now no longer a supervisor. they eliminated her work group. to sweeten it further, she's now having to work with her two least favourite women in the office, one of whom is just gruff and miserable, and gave her a hard time when she got promoted. *insert nelson muntz laugh here* it's not that she was just a twat to me, she was a twat to many, and used to badmouth people, particularly their clothes, to me. I hated that. but yeah...happy worktimes, cunty! hope that doesn't totally make your IBS flare up from stress or anything. :)
now to work some more. :) |
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| work time, wooork tiiiiime |
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| 04:09pm 28/05/2008 |
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mood:  irate
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ha, this woman who was a TOTAL BITCH when I worked at starbucks comes into my work here all the time, and is as nice as pie. /random
so I'd made the decision to STOP SUFFERING. I mean, all life is suffering, and I don't plan to stop living, but I've decided to really make an honest attempt at not worrying about everyone all the time, and not constantly rehashing maddening, upsetting stuff that I have no control over, and also not thinking about dieting constantly (which I've been doing since I was 9 years old, believe me it doesn't work). because I tend to be broody at times, and I hate that about myself. all was cool until today. I'm irritable and grumpy. and trying not to feel stricken because of eating a couple of cookies.
I also can't wait for my hamstring to heal more so I can skate again. talk about fun! old school rollerskates rule. no fruit boots for me. :)
now I just need the new breeders album, and maybe a little lobotomy, and everything will be totally cool again for awhile. ;) |
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| 12:08am 26/05/2008 |
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this one has been stellar. stellar!
friday night, Breeders concert at my favourite local venue. I was right up front. they were amazing! afterwards, I got to meet kim deal, who's been one of my musical heroes since my formative teen years. I was SO stoked.
saturday, headed down to seattle. the forecast sucked, but the weather was perfect! we had the best scones and awesome coffee. I got my lash stain from sephora plus some other stuff (and free mugs!). then went to get tattooed, which I love. the artist was recommended by a rather-inked friend, and not only was he awesome, he was monumentally cool. PLUS he barely charged us. awesome experience all around. after that, we went to fatburger, which is the best sort-of-fast food on the planet, keeping with the burgers and fries theme. then, no border line AT ALL, literally, we pulled up to an empty wicket, which is unheard of at that crossing. I ended up at my sister's place, passing out in her living room. good times again!
today, I had coffee with my sister, came home, did what turned out to be a really fun, pleasant reading for one of my regular clients (and I hate calling them that), then off to a bbq. now i'm uploading pics and getting ready to sack out. a nice day, again.
up yours, mercury retrograde! :D |
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| 08:13pm 22/04/2008 |
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mood:  silly music: souls of mischief
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Ingredients:
5 parts intelligence
3 parts crazyiness
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Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Top it off with a sprinkle of lovability and enjoy! |
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| my my, but I'm a moody ingrate. |
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| 11:19pm 28/02/2008 |
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so the new job is nice, the people are nice, and working 12 or so hours less per week yet making close to $100 more is mindblowing in a way.
yet I'm feeling miserable?! wtf?!
I'm writing it off to poorly rolling with change/having to get up at a decent hour instead of when I'm ready. but jeez. I already feel like I should be doing more with my off time. gayballs.
maybe I'll feel better once I get paid. and tattooed again. :) |
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| 12:44pm 22/02/2008 |
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I just looked at my entries back to back. the "I'm nervous" entry, saying I was worried some garbage would fall on me, more or less, then the next one, one week later, mourning and raging over the horrible letter I received from the person I never want to hear from again. what can I say, I gots the gift.
I also gots a new job.
and tickets to eddie vedder.
I don't want to tempt fate by saying "life is pretty good."
I'm babysitting my stunningly adorable niece, who has a stunning cold, so I'm subjected to children's programming all. fucking. day. just like yesterday. I hate hate hate the big comfy couch.
there is a 10 minute program from Spain on called Pocoyo, and I'm quietly obsessed with it. it's SO cute, the lead character isn't glib, and I love it. plus, I can watch the Spanish version online and lament how much Spanish I've lost. no puedo recordar como decir nada. aye, que lastima. |
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| 09:32pm 09/01/2008 |
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I woke up today and felt kind of...happy. so now I'm worried it's the calm before the storm after the whole job/contract debacle. could I be more neurotic? jesus. |
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| 01:31pm 31/12/2007 |
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I've decided that I am getting a pink camera. it's not the colour that matters so much as the features, but the one I want happens to come in pink and I am All Over That. which makes me want a matching phone. mainly because mine sucks, and an upgraded one ALSO comes in pink. however, the worst person I know who nauseates me has the same phone. so fuck it. this is REALLY making me acknowledge that I am impulsive, and anal about the weirdest shit. if I'd gotten the phone and the camera and the colours weren't identical, I'd have been tormented by that.
the best part? pink isn't my favourite colour at all. purple is.
the first time I was introduced to my friend Tom (who another friend was OBSESSED with, hence I wanted nothing to do with him given that I heard his name said like this: *sigh*Tommmmmmmm*sigh* about 3798 times a day), I said "I'm not mental or anything, so don't be afraid." what a lie that was, I'm totally mental. but people still like me, so it's cool. :)
note to self: after not enough sleep, have a nap, not a blog. keep this entry to remind yourself of why. |
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| here comes sickness |
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| 10:58am 24/12/2007 |
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it's christmas eve. I'm ringing in the birthday of Jesus Claus with a new sore throat, sniffles and general sick feeling. dammit! I was up too late last night. went to my bro-in-law's 50th birfday celebration, then to my other sister's house, with my best friend and heterosexual life partner, to play games. hilarity ensued. I was in bed by about 1245, only to be kept awake by Absolutely Horrid Snoring from the upstairs neighbour. and I arrived at work at 730 am. boooo.
I figure gimme a nap and I'll be good to go. hopefully. |
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| 10:50pm 22/12/2007 |
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this is a double-edged faves sword. the question, or ORDER, was "share your favourite thing about this time of the year." so here it is.
family.
if it weren't for them, this time of the year would suck for me. I have a goodly amount of truly worthwhile, close friends that I absolutely love, but there's nothing like the fam to indulge in the debauchery, gluttony, and unbridled avarice of christmas with. my wee, oft-conservative mother becomes suddenly VERY concerned about having a lot of alcohol on-hand, my sister who quietly hates entertaining throws random holiday parties, and those of us who have been avoiding sugar suddenly can't get enough of it. as the biggest bonus, possibly of my entire life, my sister who I'm closest in age to is back from australia, and I can't get enough of spending time with her. so this is just another excuse. and we'll eat sugary crap together, then suffer withdrawls together once the season (mercifully) ends.
plus, I secretly love it when my nieces and nephews get wasted on sugar and become (even more) hilarious. mainly because I can egg them on and go home. *evil laughter* |
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| 06:36pm 22/08/2007 |
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some good, some bad. all of which crack me up, and that's what matters, right? ;)
and my favourite photoshop I've ever done:
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| 06:57pm 08/08/2007 |
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I have been brutally neglecting my livejournal.
and I HATE my user avatar, hahaha! I keep forgetting about it.
anyhoo...I don't feel like playing catchup, so here's a pic of me and Mike Patton.
the next entry will be random photoshops I've done. or will it? |
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| 01:44am 27/04/2006 |
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can't be entertained
myspace isn't cutting it
i'm going to bed
that was like...deep. man. |
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| 10:52pm 29/08/2005 |
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It all started with the vinyl. People brought us boxes of records, some excellent, some terrible, some just plain funny. But there is always a slight element of cool, no matter how vile the music inside, about vinyl. It's got that vintage thing.
CD's haven't reached the point of "eternal coolness" yet, and who knows if they ever will.
One consignor brought in a stack of cds, almost all of which were stinkers. Here were my picks of the worst and non-worst:
1. Richard Marx - Repeat Offender
Hit Song(s): Right Here Waiting
Cover Art: The Richard himself, super moody, brooding, airtight jeans, and a teased, bouffant mullet TO DIE FOR.
Cheese Factor: 70
Other Comments: Hey, this was the 80's. He was The Man for a bit. Hence, his cheese factor is ONLY 70.
2. R.E.M. - Monster
Hit Song(s): What's The Frequency, Kenneth?, Star 69, Bang & Blame
Cover Art: Blurry cartoon tiger face, and everything else orange: the background, the cd case itself, etc.
Cheese Factor: 10. It would have been ZERO if it weren't for their peculiar reputation as a college rock band, when that isn't really the case. These dudes begat Dave Matthews. Blech. (Sorry, Chrissy!!!!)
Other Comments: I saw Michael Stipe sing with Radiohead a couple of years ago, and it was fricking transcendent. And I'm not even an REM fan.
3. Friends Soundtrack
Hit Song(s): I'll Be There For You
Cover Art: Cast of said show prettily posed on a large bed. Lisa Kudrow appears to wear a "These are my bitches, yo" expression. Heavy airbrush action x 6.
Cheese Factor: 45. Remix of Big Yellow Taxi, which is an aural abomination to begin with??? CHEEEEEESAY.
Other Comments: SHAME ON YOU, Paul Westerberg, for your heavy role in this soundtrack. This show sucks now and sucked when it was new. It's over, people. Get over it.
4. Backstreet Boys - Self-titled
Hit Song(s): I'll Never Break Your Heart, Quit Playing Games With My Heart, Just To Be Close To You, I Wanna Be With You (bit of a theme here?)
Cover Art: Moody, brooding, all in black. See "Richard Marx", without the mullet.
Cheese Factor: 70 x 5. Clowns.
Other Comments: The one dude's nickname is B-ROC© (or is it with the R in the circle), and the fact that it's copyrighted makes me want to piss my pants laughing. Ye gads. They ALL thank GOD before their producers (as if they aren't god's way of punishing parents aurally for how they treated THEIR parents...haha). And they all have a STUUUUPID little bio in the back of the cd. Terrible.
Speaking of clowns...I saved the best for last.
5. Color Me Badd - CMB
Hit Song(s): I Wanna Sex You Up, All 4 Love, I Adore Mi Amor
Cover Art: Four carefully coiffed greasy dinks who probably were beaten frequently in high school. Bad boy look with big splashes of colour (must have been styled by Wayne Scot Lukas) that totally smacks of effort. The worst part? They are ALL PUCKERING SLIGHTLY.
Cheese Factor: Off the scale. In fact, it pretty well broke the scale.
Other Comments: In their biographies (which I shall touch on individually because they're facking hilarious), it lists what they play as VOCALS. All of them. WELL NO SHIT, SHERLOCK. Now to break down the biographies member by member (and by member, I mean DINK):
BRYAN ABRAMS: In his individual picture, he appears to have spent hours getting his little hair helmet just right, and additional hours on his little dirty sanchez moustache, and his pretty womanly eyebrows. He is a blockhead, shape-wise. Under hobbies, he lists POETRY, which = HAHAHA. His comment: "I love a woman with sensitivity, romance in her heart and the ability to understand the depth of a good man." Yeah, he's not trying too hard or anything.
MARK CALDERON: He sports a 5 o'clock shadow that would make George Michael green with envy. In fact...he seems to have stolen ol' GM's face and is hiding it under a schlock of carefully untidy hair. He also is wearing a terrible, grommeted-collared black leather jacket. His comment: "I love all girls, especially ones that respect themselves and always show their true colours." Yeah, like this steaming pile of repulsive bullshit is REALLY going to attract self-respecting girls. CAMAAAAN.
SAM WATTERS: This poor bastard is the token homely dude, and you KNOW he got more pussy singing this garbage than every mere mortal man you know. He is Kenny G's evil twin, and that's really saying something. He models a bad (Badd?) leather jacket, Fonz-esque pose, and is making The Pucker Face. Smoochy smoochy, douchey! His comment: "I love to give a girl roses, write her a poem, sing her a song, or do whatever it takes to make her feel like a lady." He is just ANGLING here, people.
KEVIN THORNTON: The token black dude. He's sooo moooooody, his braids carefully arranged in a devil-may-care fashion, and he is clearly the toughest, baddest badd boy. His expression is slack jawed and vacant, and he rocks the hoodie under the leather jacket look. His comment: "I love a girl that loves romance. Someone I can cherish, hold, and who doesn't mind taking walks with me on the beach, or even gazing into my eyes underneath a starlit night as I read her poetry and express exactly what she means to me." Good lord, what girl wouldn't have to change her pannies after reading all that tripe?
Every member thanked GOD first in their liner notes, except that heathen Bryan Abrams. I blame that evil little moustache.
A CURSE upon the head of that asshole who realized that if you had the right PACKAGING, you can sell ANY kind of shitty music, and produce one hit wonder after one hit wonder. I can't remember his name, unfortunately, and hopefully I won't be able to remember the names of any of the musical travesties he's indirectly unleashed one day. |
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| 12:58pm 27/08/2005 |
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I was tagged by essines.
Name six songs that you are currently digging ... it doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words or even if they're any good but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions and then list the six artists and the songs in your LiveJournal. Then tag six other people to see what they're listening to.
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1: Autolux - Turnstile Blues
2: Dinosaur Jr. - In A Jar
3: DSK - Superhero
4: Sebadoh - Mystery Man
5: Queens of the Stone Age - Leg of Lamb
6: The Pixies - Dead
Sheesh, I can barely tag anyone who essines hasn't tagged, but here goes anyway.
I tag:
1. fred mcgriff
2. nicoleborud
3. walliewhale
4. mrsalads
5. tht_tne
6. essines. Haha...tagback. |
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