| WHAT UP CRACKAS! |
[Apr. 10th, 2009|10:47 pm] |
| [ | State of Sanity |
| |  exhausted | ] |
HEY, i have the net again. i am now part of the information world again. therefore, you should all inform me as to how y'all are doing. message a lady. |
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[May. 22nd, 2007|11:16 am] |
If ANYONE remembers my post about the zombie dream I had where Dennis and/or Randy Quaid was the king of zombies, let me know. I can't find it in my archives anywhere, and it's irritating.
Also, I won Skills Canada (where I did my mad makeup) and now I'm competing nationally in Saskatoon in 2 weeks! If I win that, I'm going to Japan in 2008 for a month! BOOYAH! |
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| SHOW ON SATURDAY! |
[Apr. 27th, 2007|02:41 am] |
Fucking yea, show on Saturday. Here are the specs:
Busey Teeth
Skullians
Boxes and Bags
be there at 10, 5$. Rancho Relaxo. Come out and play. Our first gig with the new songs and band members and name. DO IT |
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| Fuck that shit. |
[Nov. 19th, 2006|12:33 pm] |
Never smoking weed again. Totally messed up my happy drunkeness and made me leave the party early. I didn't take my blue and yellow eye makeup off last night before bed, and now I look like a zombie. AMAZING. I also at 2 hot dogs and one homemade chili dog (I don't know how I managed it) and had 5 glasses of water all in the span of ten minutes.
Too much homework to do, not enough time or brainpower.
I just noticed I have dried up drool on my arm. God I'm so sexy. |
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| Cuz I got high... |
[Nov. 19th, 2006|12:29 am] |
I am so high, i feel li,e anus, and it's not good. i can barely type. i now remember why i stopped smoking weed in the first place.|
granola bars are amazing.
gay. |
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| OMFGWTFBBQ?!?!! |
[Nov. 17th, 2006|10:54 pm] |
| [ | State of Sanity |
| |  INFUCKINGSANE | ] |
THIS IS GOING TO BE WRITTEN IN CAPS DUE TO IT'S AWESOME MAGNITUDE!
CHECK THIS MOTHERFUCKER:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFvUdt9BQhU
I had only ever heard about this trailer, I never saw it. Now I've been going on a youtube frenzy and have been looking at EVERYTHING Transformers related. I would personally suggest looking up "transformer breakdance soundwave" and the Citroen ads. I think I might have came a little, watching those. That's how xnerdxcorex I am. My life will reach it's pinnacle when I watch this movie, opening night, paying 15$ for a seat in an overcrowded theater shitting myself with glee and hysteria like every bald fat guy and every ill-mannered puke of a child. Oh my God. OH MY GOD. IF YOU ARE GETTING ME ANYTHING FOR CHRISTMAS IT BETTER BE A FUCKING TRANSFORMERS TOY BECAUSE ANYTHING LESS IS GETTING STUFFED UP YOUR FUDGY STARFISH. Just kidding, I like all presents, BUT TRANSFORMERS PWN THE FUCKING WORLD. BOOYACHAKA.
Plus I just watched the ENTIRE original movie in 11 eight minute segments. Thank you youtube. <3
TODAY I LOVE TRANSFORMERS! and also Nathan, Jax, Strongbow, Blackthorn, nachos. Sweet Jesus. |
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| I forgot to mention... |
[Oct. 30th, 2006|11:25 am] |
I quit my job at the elmo this weekend. Peaceably though, just said I couldn't do it with school. Sorry Rachel, I didn't say Kapow, but I quit over the phone anyway so I couldn't have punched him if I wanted to.
Also on Saturday I saw people dressed up as the Baseball Furies from The Warriors. It made me fucking happy as shit. |
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| OH MY GOD I NEED INK! |
[Oct. 30th, 2006|01:32 am] |
I NEED AN INK FIX!!! ELIE QUICK, COME TO CANADA AND INK ME DAMNIT!
I am going slowly crazy 123456 switch, crazy slowly going am I 654321 switch! |
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| Name thinger |
[Oct. 29th, 2006|03:10 pm] |
Because I think this is funny and sad...
1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet & current street name)
Sammy Van Horne (80's hair metal much?)
2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fav icecream flavour, favorite cookie)
Pralines Caramel Nut (What???)
3. YOUR "FLY Guy/Girl" NAME: (first initial of first name, first three initials from ur last name).
M-Ass (booo-urns, I suck)
4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)
Red Dog
5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
English Version: Franka London
Dutch Version: Fransje London
6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, first 2 letters of mom's maiden name and first 3 letters of the town you grew up in.)
Ass-Ma-Sc-Lon (My name is cursed..)
7. SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, favorite drink, put "The")
The Blue Stella
8. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers)
How sad is it that I don't know the name of my mom's father? I never met him, and she never talks about her family. So I'm gonna do my step-dad and my real dad.
Hugh Fransje
9. TERRORIST NAME: (middle name spelled backwards, your mom's maiden name spelled backwards)
Ejsnarf niluom ud ztimhcs (her last name is Schmitz du Moulin) |
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| The week and the weekend. |
[Oct. 29th, 2006|11:43 am] |
| [ | State of Sanity |
| |  Fan fucking tastic | ] |
| [ | Bitchin' Tunes |
| | Blitz. | ] |
So this week I went MENTAL doing schoolwork. Seriously, I have never been so hardcore about doing projects and studying in my life. I'm pretty fucking proud, because the end results for the projects are fucking awesome. However, spending 12 hours a day doing nothing but school work for 3 days in a row makes you go nutters, so Friday night I met up with Julia, Craig, and two of their friends and went to see John' s band Always Die Fighting and Hatebreed. Here's a summary list of the awesomeness:
--Got FACED. Like, I was drinking on the subway, and being loud and ridiculous and I'm pretty sure Craig's buddies think I'm some sort of special ed case.
--Lost my nose ring in the pit in a puddle of beer. Somehow FOUND my nose ring, and stuck it back in. Don't worry, I cleaned it this morning.
--Drank a lot more beer.
--Always Die Fighting were fucking awesome! And John was so nervous, but he did so well. <3 for John.
--1200 metalheads/skinheads/punks makes for a smelly fucking venue, and a lot of fights.
--Fucked up my elbow, I think by hooking Jesse around the neck to break up a fight, and then elbowed some guy in the face cuz he went to swing at me. Honestly, it hurts to lift food to my mouth now with my right hand, but whatever.
--Julia had puke in her hair and didn't care. <3 for Julia.
--I danced. It was bad. But hilarious.
--We raged, and that was even better.
--I saw Matt's weiner. Krystal pulled it out when we were leaving the show and started wagging it around. Not bad. Not bad at all.
--Went to the Queenshead where I had more beer (Bad idea).
--Ate at the Pita Pit, and like the motherfucker I am, I burped onion breath and blew it right into Brian's face. It's ok though, he still loves me.
Next Morning:
--woke up with Jesse in my room with some girl who had two sperm for eyebrows sleeping in my bedroom.
--We made sperm-girl get us Mcshits, and it was deeeelicious.
--Promised myself I would do homework
--Instead, I went to the Queenshead again with Meg.
--Got faced, but not as faced as Friday night.
--I danced, and it was bad, but hilarious, and danced with Clayton.
--Skinhead Jesse was in a foul fucking mood.
--Skinhead Pat gave me fucking attitude, and I have no idea why. I've never been anything but nice to him, so I'll have to ask John about that one.
--Pat punched Ewan, Ewan bled a lot, things broke up, everyone went home happy.
--OH MAN CREEPY DUDE WITH GLASSES STALKED US IN THE QH, but then he left, but then on the bus he was there again!!! :: shudder ::
In other news, I'm going out with Tony again on Thursday, and I'm excited. He kissed me on the cheek when I saw him on Sunday. :)
Today I love: MEG MEG MEG, Matt, John, Clayton, Skinhead Jesse even though he was being a weiner, Jimmy (who had his ear bit off by a Nazi 6 months ago!), JULIA HOLY CRAP NEW DRINKING PAL, Shauna because she's awesome and I wuv her.
Today I miss: My stomache, I think it might have run off with my liver at some point in my sleep.
--Meg and I had a fucking blast and she is coming with me to the Queenshead more often for the debauchery. |
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| Why you should never take a course in nutrition... |
[Oct. 26th, 2006|03:01 am] |
| [ | State of Sanity |
| |  cranky | ] |
| [ | Bitchin' Tunes |
| | Mr. Roboto | ] |
Because they make you do the most time consuming and useless projects ever. We have to do a food diary, compare what we eat to the Canada Food Guide, and then analyze it. Then we have to analyze out vitamin, sodium, carb, and fat intake, and analyze those. THEN we have to analyze how our physical activities compare to the required amount. I could do this project in 4 sentences, without the needless paperwasting:
I eat a lot of cheap unhealthy crap because I'm poor and can't afford to eat according to the Canada Food Guide.
I eat more carbs and fats then vitamins, and I eat a shitload of salt. Thank you Kraft Dinner.
I don't get any excercise because I'm stuck inside all day doing stupid projects like this; if you would like me to be healthy, please stop assigning me homework.
If that doesn't get me an A+ I don't know what will. It's not even that difficult a project, it's just time consuming. She's told us how many sentences to write for each answer. No joke, one of them says: "Evaluate whether or not you ate a variety of foods from within each food group. Explain the reasons for the variety (or lack of variety) in your diet. You should discuss factors such as your cooking limitations, you budget, your lifestyle, your food preferences, dietary needs, heritage, etc. (4 marks fir 4 complete sentences with 4 distinc comments)". How exactly do I explain all of that in 4 sentences?? Thank you semi-colons! The teacher is so anal we're apparently only allowed to write in arial font (which she spelled Ariel...like...the mermaid). We have to submit the ENTIRE project to the school website and her own website. We have to do an online analysis, copy all of the info, open another website, paste the info, print off pages from both websites, include them in the physical report, but also email the findings to both of her websites. Afterwards we'll ritually slaughter a grain fed, free-range chicken, skin it, debone it, and roast it with no sauces whatsoever to ensure we get only the healthiest meal available. Afterwards I'll slaughter myself in order to feed the starving kids in Ethiopia who probably, like me, couldn't give a shit about trans fats.
Make it stop, seriously. This one's for you, Shav. |
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[Oct. 21st, 2006|07:31 pm] |
| [ | State of Sanity |
| | This guy is nuts. | ] |
| [ | Bitchin' Tunes |
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I forgot this story from work that I find humorous/depressing.
Scenario: At work with new girl Emily who is hilarious and awesome and we make jokes about burning the place down. We get called to the office, where my boss is doing nothing.
Me: What's up Abbas?
Abbas: I need you and Emily to scrape gum off the first floor.
My Mind: *You fucking asshole*
Me: Ok.
Abbas: Go to the basement, and get two PANCAKE OPENERS from the pop room.
My Mind: *duhhhh...*
Me: Uh, what's a pancake opener?
Abbas: You know, the scraping thing in construction...
Me: Oh, you mean a putty knife.
Abbas: No, it's not a knife, it's a pancake opener, you scrape with it.
My mind: *God, if you exist, now would be a good time to smite some shit. Namely, my boss*
Me: They're called putty knives, Abbas, that's their actual name. They spread putty and spackling.
Abbas: No, I know what I'm talking about, it's a pancake opener! Don't argue with me.
Me: *showing exceeding patience at this point* Ok Abbas, whatever.
So Emily and I, after having a furious smoke (Even though I'm quitting, my boss is the best excuse for cheating), we go and get the "pancake openers" from the basement and scrape gum off the entire show floor and bar floor, WHILE THERE ARE PEOPLE COMING IN FOR A SHOW AND WALKING AROUND US TO SIT DOWN OR BUY BEER. It was the most demeaning thing I've ever had to do, even the sound guy felt bad for us. Emily and I amused ourselves by pretending, simultaneously, to slit our wrists with the pancake openers.
WHAT KIND OF PANCAKES NEED OPENERS???1!!!! What breed of pancake is this man eating?! GODDAMNIT. |
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| Mew Mew... |
[Oct. 21st, 2006|06:48 pm] |
| [ | State of Sanity |
| |  high from food awesomeness. | ] |
| [ | Bitchin' Tunes |
| | Queen - Don't Stop Me Now (reminds me of Shaun of the Dead) | ] |
I've been sitting here at Jax's and Nathan's all day eating oreo cookies and being an internet bum. IT'S AWESOME.
Jax and I saw Marie Antoinette. Definitely a good movie I want to own. SPOILER FOR BITCHING COMMENCING NOW (don't read if you don't want to know...)
*****
What happened to her losing her head? WHERE WAS THE BEHEADING I ASK YOU! Goddamnit. That, and the movie spent a lot of time in her youth, and then when shit hit the fan, it just sort of rushed right through it. It is a good movie though, examining another viewpoint of her life. Go watch it cheap somewhere, or rent it. Eventually you should see it.
*****
Ok, now that the spoiling is done, things have been really REALLY fucking good for me lately. Like, I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop and something horrendous to happen. School is excellent, not a mark below an A yet. My one teacher told me that I gave the best presentation she's ever seen (which is saying something, considering she's anal retentive). I love working in the clinic at school, and I'm sad I'm not required there for the rest of the semester. HOWEVER, I have one return client, who I'm coming in to see every other Thursday, because she doesn't want to see anyone else. She's also having me work on her entire family. THEN she told me that when I get a real job I have to tell her because she wants to see no one but me. FUCKIN' A! I AM THE ESTHETICS SHIZNIZZLE.
My Nutrition class is a joke (but required for graduation ::cry:: ). The teacher is a wank. She giggles about EVERYTHING. It doesn't even have to be a joke. She tells someone to be quiet, she giggles. She caught a girl cheating on a test, she giggled. She talks about trans fat, she fucking giggles. She's the tickle me fucking elmo of Senenca College. And every time she talks about trans fats and saturated fats, I just look at her and eat another chocolate/caramel/pecan cookie from Tim Horton's and think about how fucking delicious that goddamn cookie is.
Nathan made us these carrots that tasted of heaven, and this chicken roll thingee, and I'm making him make flambeed bananas tonight. I <3 Nathan. Having a best friend who dates a fucking chef is the best thing that's ever happened to me. EVER.
My band is no more, for the time being. Having your drummer get a corporate door-to-door salesman job and then go to work in Manitoba without telling ANYONE in the band is bad for business. Then when the bassist and I told the guitarist of our decision to kick out the drummer, he said the band was going nowhere and he left too. Oddly enough, in the last month alone we were invited to 5 shows, and we only couldn't play them because of the other two memebers. BUNCH OF FUCKING WANKS. So the bassist and I are going to get some new people in, talk about what songs we wanna keep and which ones to scrap, and actually DO something with the band this time instead of let it fester due to Mike's apathy and John's indecision. Fuck.
My ex boytoy and I may get back together? who knows! Brian is a weiner who doesn't call me and he's trying to turn me into some normal girl with natural long hair and he made fun of me for having pink hair? BLECH. So yea, the ex...was at Thanksgiving dinner with his family and mine (our families have been friends for fucking ever...we pretty much grew up together across the dinner table). A little weird, since I've been infatuated with him since we were 15. We dated for a month when I was 18, broke up because he wanted to fuck around and was really flighty. Everyone at the dinner said he was being overly solicitous of me, and then he asked if I wanted to chill out sometime, so we hung out last Friday, saw The Grudge 2 (EEP!) and then played pool. It was really nice, and he's all organized and amazing now, and we're seeing each other tomorrow, and I'm excited and giddy. His name is Tony, he plays soccer, has NO CHEST OR BACK HAIR!!! and is just fucking awesome. Swoon.
So that's kind of everything I can think of right now that's going on. Got a $600 bursary from the school for tuition assistance, which comes in in two weeks. YAY! Thom and Breyanne getting married = DOUBLE YAY! Everything's coming up Milhouse!
Today I love: NATHAN, Jax, MAR (I MISH YOU), Tony, Rachel and Elie and CHUNKY'S and fat boobs.
Today I miss: SEX. What is this sex you speak of?... |
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[Sep. 19th, 2006|05:17 pm] |
| [ | State of Sanity |
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It's been forever and a day. HOW ARE YOU PEOPLE? I'm back at Seneca, doing my esthetics thing and loving it. I made 15$ in clinic last week off of two clients, so it's looking like a good year for me! I don't even really know what to say about summer and school. I went to Boston, and somehow didn't get drunk?! And I went to Canada's Wonderland and laughed like a silly bitch on all the rides. My new favourite is The Italian Job ride, simply because they blow fire and there's this crazy tunnel of awesomness. I missed out on a lot of summer simply because I spent every weekend working, and most of the week. I'm trying to get a new job because my boss is a nutcase and should be shot for being such a pervy psychopath. I met a boy, and I really like him, but he's confusing and kind of an asshole sometimes. It's a long story and I won't get into it, but I'm heinously confused.
Best part of my life since my last trip to the US:
I SAW THE VARUKERS.
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!
It was amazing, you have no idea. I was working in the office for part of the night (they played at my work) and I was afraid I'd miss the whole thing. I even tried to get some tears going in my panic just so I could go see them! My boss had mercy though, and let me off at midnight, early enough to catch Inepsy and then the Varukers. It was a great show, and unlike Red Alert and the Vibrators shows, you couldn't tell these guys are as old as they are. Don't get me wrong, the other two shows were fantastic, but Varukers killed and decimated everything and everyone. Darrin is making me a cd of all the pictures I took of the show with his camera, so until then, here are some that he's already sent me:
( Read more... )
Haverhill/Boston again in SHOCKtober. Vegan Asian food will be had by all.
BOOBS ARE FAT PEOPLE TOO! |
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| UPDATE! |
[Jul. 23rd, 2006|02:29 pm] |
| [ | State of Sanity |
| | content | ] |
| [ | Bitchin' Tunes |
| | Agnostic Front | ] |
Well it's been a long time. The new place is sweet, Jill and I are going to paint murals in our room (Mine is going to be sailor Jerry, with a naked chick lying on top of my name. BWEE!). Anyway, here's my little synopsis of life lately:
--went to Boston for a week by myself and had a great time NOT babysitting people. Although I didn't get to hang out with all the people I wanted to (due to a miscommunication), I had a relaxing time doing nothing. Shit that's awesome in Mass.: CHUNKY'S! (why doesn't this exist in Canada???), cheap beer, cheap smokes, seafood, China Buffet or whatever it was called, kicking in drywall and making constructive destruction. I'll be back soon. Oh yes.
--I have a bed frame now, but no matress, so I'm still sleeping on the couch.
--I make the best BEST Indonesian food ever. EVER.
--Andy and I are no more, since he told me a few months ago that he went on a date with another woman because he wasn't sure what was going on with us and blah blah blah. Over.
--I like a boy named Brian who is the most unreliable fuck ever and I've given up. But I still have his sweater so HA!
--Johnny Enigma is the greatest
--My birthday show was a disaster. Considering it wasn't supposed to BE my show, and I did all the work with my roommate and didn't get to hang out or listen to the bands at ALL. I got screwed over by a certain person I thought was my friend and thank God my boss felt bad for me, otherwise I'd be $200 in the whole for it.
--I need a new job because my boss is insane. I can't even BEGIN to describe the insanity. Like we believe he is clinically nuts. He says that if I give my paycheck to charity, my rent will just work itself out (i.e.: he'll loan me money, and then I'll be in his debt, and more screwed than ever). And he's just fucking nuts. Period.
--PRIDE weekend was the most fun EVER! I got drunk on the streets with John and Dilly, I peed behind a pine tree before I remembered I was allergic to pine and broke out in an awesome rash on my legs. I blew a fart with my mouth on some girl's tummy. I laughed like a crazy person until I started snorting. I drank more. Some poor small children saw my ass. John did the skinhead moonstomp to a tranny punk band. I passed out on his face for 15 minutes. We ate ice cream. AWESOME.
--I'm excited for school to start again soon!
Anyway, I'm bored and want to go watch Scarface and drink with John, so I'm out.
LOVE LOVE LOVE.
Today I miss: Everyone in Mass., seafood, Jaxiclese, Nathan, Shavna and Shoesan, Emma, Mar!!, Marlboro. |
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[Jan. 6th, 2006|12:50 am] |
| [ | State of Sanity |
| | amused | ] |
| [ | Bitchin' Tunes |
| | Abba -- Mamma Mia (Mande's playing it on her stereo >_<) | ] |
So, I'm making my journal friends only. Comment on this if you're interested. |
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[Dec. 25th, 2005|11:41 pm] |
| [ | State of Sanity |
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Someone tell me I'm not the only bored loser tonight. Please.
Going to my dad's tomorrow, and then to Mande's the day after. Then after THAT...Boston. I can't fucking wait.
I gave Ashley's mom, my mom, and my sister pedicures today. My mom's feet are FREAKING GROSS. Seriously, there is some mad damage going on there.
I'm slooooooooooooowly getting feeling back in my big toe. After like 3 months of nothing, I was starting to wonder if I had diabetes of something. But I guess it's ok. YAY BIG TOE.
I cannot wait to listen/watch my new DVD and cds! And use my new MP3 player. And wear my scarf! :D Huzza.
Goodnight.
Today I love: Ashley Wilson and Motley Crue Ashley, Jax, Mande (always), Mathew McCaughnehey or however you spell his stupid name, hot chocolate, my nipples. |
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| Happy Festivus! |
[Dec. 25th, 2005|10:57 am] |
| [ | State of Sanity |
| | happy | ] |
Another Christmas come and gone. This one was a shit load better than last year's. No insane mental breakdown by my step dad resulting in many tears, and no insane partial breakdown by my mother resulting in frizzy hair. It was good. Laughing and joking around, and some wicked gifts.
Today will consist of me visiting my friend Ashley again, and my neighbor Pauline. Her husband took the kids to his brother's house for Christmas and left her at home, so I'm going to go keep her a bit of company today. Also, Mah-Jongg (pronounce mai-yung) will be played between my sister, mother and I. Think of Rummy with tiles and fucked up rules. Best game ever. Also probably a game of cribbage, and maybe a nap. I don't care what you people say, I love Christmas and the fact that it turns me into a total homebody.
Allow me to outline my pirate booty:
--The Great Rock n Roll Swindle on DVD!!! From my step dad. I could have died.
--Buzzcocks - Singles Going Steady from my mom, who clearly rules at Amazon.com shopping.
--The White Stripes - Get Behind Me Satan from my mom and step dad, who know I love this album.
--An MP3 player from my sister! It's a hand me down, but I don't care. FREAKING SWEET.
--Socks, and I love socks.
--My mom knitted me a rainbow coloured scarf. I made a comment at Thanksgiving about how growing up she started 3 sweaters for me and never finished them, but my sister got sweaters out the asshole. My scarf is soft and fuzzy and warm and it owns you.
--A shirt that has the words "chocolate" and "warm" and some other silkscreened on it. Not really my thing, but comfy and good to wear around my parents who would probably cry at most of the clothes I own.
--A black thin hooded sweater. I love it.
--The most insane calendar EVER. It's called "The Gashlycrumb Tinies" By Edward Gorey, and it outlines the demise of little children in alphabetical order. Example: U is for Ulna who slipped down a drain. V is for Victor squashed under a train. And so forth. It is incredibly sweet.
--Joy Division - 1977-1980 from my sister. I've never really listened to them, but I doubt I won't like it.
--Gypsy, a novel by Steven Brust, who is one of my favourite authors.
--A chocolate M, a traditional stocking stuffer since forever in my family.
--Mango shower gel from The Body Shop
--Sambal Oelek, an Indonesian chili paste so I can make fried rice in my res!
--Anijsblokjes, aka aniseed cubes. Mix them in with boiling milk. I *love* aniseed milk. I'm a weird grandma kind of woman, I know.
--Some kind of Christmas lollipop.
--A mauve ugly sweater thing and another book from my mom. I'm getting money instead of the sweater, since I don't have time to exchange it, and I'm getting a return on the book, because I already have it.
Best. Presents. Ever.
It was weird, it didn't even feel like Christmas Eve yesterday, and today feels like a parody of Christmas more than the real thing. I guess I'm growing up or something :(. I wasn't expecting so many gifts, nor did I think they were entirely necessary. It's like the presents don't really matter anymore (as much as I love and appreciate them), and it's just the fact that I'm here with my parents and we're not fighting for once.
I love Christmas. See you guys in the New Year when you all get your presents from me! |
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| I almost forgot! |
[Dec. 24th, 2005|12:16 am] |
| [ | State of Sanity |
| | weird | ] |
I had the CRAZIEST dream last night!
I should have written this earlier but whatever. There was this big house that I lived in, and there were like 3 doors at the back to get inside...One opened right onto the top floor somehow, and the other one went up a flight of stairs. I don't know about the third one, but I know it was there. Back to the house later on.
I'm walking down some road with office towers everywhere. There are these creepy people all around me moaning. They're walking slowly towards me, and I realize that they're fucking ZOMBIES. I am with three other people and we run like made dogs away from them all. We find crowbars and go Shaun of the Dead on their asses, but it wasn't working. We hide in a building until daylight. There's no one in the streets anymore so we make for someone's house. Anywhere to hide and find out what's going on. Along the way we meet up with these 8 year olds or something that had been hiding in their school for the night. We agree to take care of them and continue on towards the house.
We get to the house, go up the door that leads to a flight of stairs. There's a fucking zombie in the stair way, and it's a narrow hall way, so we either kill him or run over top of him. It turns out one of the people with me was Mark formerly of the 77 house in Haverhill. He RUNS up the stairs holding my hand, we leap over the zombie who is clawing at us and it manages to grab my ankle. I pull away but Mark gets bitten. The zombie, quick as lightning, starts eating Mark with a huge gaping mouth. His entire lower body is consumed until there is nothing but a bloody torso and a skull with bulging eyeballs. The third person (I think it was my mom?) jumps over Mark's torso (other zombie disappeared) and goes into one of the bedrooms and lies down in bed because she's ill. Mark is "sitting" in the doorway, and as I go to walk into the room to check up on my mom, Mark "leans" over and tries to bite my fucking toe! I can feel his teeth scrape against my skin, so I punch him in the head because I lost my crowbar somehow, jump over him and see that my mom's ok. I check out my foot and find out that my skin wasn't broken. Then I realize I left the kids in the hallway! I go back out, usher them past Mark, and hide them in the bathroom. I go back outside to try to find SOMETHING that I can use against zombies.
While I'm outside I hope beyond hope that the zombies just went back to normal. I see all of these people packing up cars and leaving, but everyone seems alive. I decide to check the shed anyway for weapons, just in case. I find a gun, a baseball bat, and a pick axe. I bring them all upstairs with me. I look into the bathroom, and there's Dennis Fucking Quaid sitting there, with half of his head missing. His skull looks like it has been blown away by a shotgun, because it's pulsating and burnt and mushy as hell. He looks at me and said "So what are you gonna do? I'm the leader of the zombies". I immediately shoot him with the gun only...the bullets sort of shoot out half speed and bounce off his body. I realize that I need to cock the gun first, so I do it and try again. Same thing. He laughs at me. I grab the baseball bat and start hitting him with it, but I can't hit him hard enough to cause any damage. He's still laughing. I get frustrated and go out into the hallway and beat Mark's head. I bruise him, but he's still alive. I go back into the bathroom, and Dennis has my pickaxe in his hands. He throws it at me and nails me to the wall with it. The sharpest point is through my shoulder, and I'm hanging a foot off the floor from an axe. He laughs at me again and says "I'll be back with friends". The kids pick up all of the useless bullets from the floor and reload my gun. Someone manages to pull the axe out of my shoulder so I drop to the ground. There is blood everywhere. I take the axe and brain Mark with it. I'm pissed off beyond belief now. Dennis shows up with 3 more zombies. I realize at this point that I have a revolver, so I have enough bullets to do damage. I'm so pissed off now that the gun HAS to work. I fire. Again and again and again and again. Every zombie drops, but Quaid. My aim was terrible, so I only blew out his knee cap. I take the baseball bat, and I beat the fuck out of him. He laughs a little more, so I take the ax and fuck him right in the eyeball with it. Motherfucker is dead.
Now there are zombies coming in the 3 doors from downstairs. They're pissed that I killed their king. I lock the door to my mom's room, and I lock the kids in with me in the bathroom. I can hear them coming up the stairs.
Then my sister comes in my bedroom and decides that since it's noon I should get my ass out of bed. I never figured out what happened. Of all the stupid timing. Fucking crazy. |
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[Dec. 23rd, 2005|11:57 pm] |
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| [ | Bitchin' Tunes |
| | The Clash s/t | ] |
OK, so today was interesting. Fought with my sister almost all day. Didn't get any baking done due to fighting, because she thinks she owns this house. My mom made the BEST Nasi Goreng I've ever had, along with Kroepoek and Emping. I love Indonesian food. We were expecting guests after dinner that we've been friends with for a long time.
Historical Interlude:
These guests have a son named Tony that I dated for a month of so back when I was 18. I had had a thing for him since I was 15, so dating him was like the best thing in the world. He looks like Brad Pitt, but better. He plays soccer. He plays every instrument known to mankind and he's better than me at piano. He is an amazing kisser. He broke up with me after a month because he was too busy for a girlfriend. I was upset, but not heartbroken.
Anyway, continuing my story...I have only seen him once since then, but I'm still friends with his family. I see them about 3 times a year, basically anytime I'm home for a visit. I thought tonight would be like the others. I hear people arrive downstairs, I log off my computer and...Horror of HORRORS! There's Tony. Still gorgeous. Goddamnit. Here I was looking cute but not Sexy As Fuck. If I had known, I would have dressed to the nines so he could drool over me. I was in pj's and a shirt that says Made in the 80's. There was no flirting, like there had been anytime we saw each other since we were 15. Nothing but awkward between us. Now I'm in a bad mood over something really stupid. This entire entry makes me sound like nothing more than a petty stupid girl. That bothers me too. What the fuck, man.
Side note:
How is it some people can make you feel like shit without even directing anything towards you? They should be shot. |
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