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[29 Nov 2008|06:03pm] |
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I post entries on xanga, I just like the communities here. Ask me for xanga username.
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| Writer's Block: Your Threads |
[24 Aug 2008|03:02am] |
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I'm a jeans and tee kinda girl. I like my outfit to represent :me"- inside and out. My shirt- long and fitting. Not neccesarily skin tight but snug. There's nothing worse than a baggy shirt; it mkaes me look and feel like crap. And the jeans, actually somewhat baggy is great. I like when the bottom barely drags on the ground and they fall onto my hips. But I do pull my pants up constantly. I have this practically irrational fear of my butt crack showing. It stems from eighth grade when the assisstant principal told me to pull my pants up- my butt was showing! I was so young and embarrassed and it wasof course unintentional. From then on I constantly am on my feet about the possibility of plumbers crack!
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| I hate going to the doctor! |
[18 Mar 2008|12:48pm] |
I went to Dr. G today for my yearly check up. It was so awkward. I was awkward. I always am. Quite an experience. One that I hoep to forget soon... Geeze it was bad.
I'm getting my hair done this weekend. I need it bad! My hair is gross and long and discolored. I want to better my appearance. I think I might take a few hundred bucks out and go on a little shopping trip. Kohls and Fashion Bug have some cute clothes. The only problem is I don't know what size I should get. Go with the 15's I fit into now but am growing out of fast or the 13's that I will fit into in a month or so? I need a personal shopper!
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| High School Blowwwws |
[08 Feb 2008|09:30pm] |
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I hate this transition. I have paid a deposit for a dorm. I have paid a deposit for tuition. I have a cute blue MSJ messenger bag. I have an accpetance letter. I am ready to mail out my welcome packet and be matched up with a roommate. The only problem is, I still have 67 days of HS left! I hate it. I pull up to the square, plain building disguised as a school and just feel like screaming. Crying. Throwing up. I am ready to be done. I AM done. I want to skip school every single day. The only class worth my time is bio. It's block one. All the other classes are fillers- to waste my time and bring up the school rating. That's all Bowling cares about is a fucking rating. I passed my OGT's the first time I took them with flying colors. What more does he want or need from me? What would it hurt to give me a half day off? Nothing. Just a stupid rating. I and the other AP track kids make the school what it is so why is he always hounding us. Summer can't come quick enough for me. That three month break of nothingness. And then September. 18 and college! Yeah boi.
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[08 Jan 2008|08:07pm] |
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They are my world.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Without them, I am not okay.
Lily played with her ball today and Jack attacked me with his lovely kisses. I'll have to upload a video of Lily with the ball she pushes with her nose. It is hilarious.
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[03 Jan 2008|09:59pm] |
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The Brave New World written by Aldous Huxley delivers just what the title promises- a new, undiscovered dystopia that is unlike the world that we live in. Or is it? The world state seems so different from American society, yet it really isn't that different at all. Huxley successfully satirizes (or exaggerates) American life through various name references, the focus on Ford, and the overpowering importance of industrialization. Brave New World is a satirical work of art that slowly disintegrates the very basis of a very convoluted American society.
"For proof that Huxley was commenting on modern societies, the reader need look no farther than the names of the characters residing in his futuristic London." (Hochman, Par. 2) Bernard Marx is named after philosopher and economist Karl Marx. Bernard Marx, much like Karl Marx, wished to turn his country communist, or completely dependent on the government. Sarojini Engels' namesake is Friedrich Engels, a supporter and colleague of Marx. In Brave New World, Engels runs along side of Bernard Marx and is his right hand man. Protagonist Lenina Crowne is a peculiar character. She is the opposite sex of her namesake, Vladimir Lenin, but shares many of his unique qualities and attributes.
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| When you lose something, the best remedy is to get a replacement |
[29 Dec 2007|12:25am] |
Because of course when you replace it, you will find the original in a really obvious and stupid place.
As I said yesterday, I seriously misplaced my license. I knew it wasn't gone forever, just that it was nowhere to be found any time soon. So I fished out my birth certificate and social security card (I was surprised there was proof of my existance. A little disappointed too; I have always wished that I was adopted from another palce completely). and had my mother drive me up to the stupid ass drivers bureau place. I hate that place with a passion. It's a state funded and mandated place, so of course there are all sorts of different people there and the people are generally rude. Really rude. Especially when was all nervous about going for my driving test and temps. Made me not want to drive for a year after I got my temps, stupid asses. But surprisingly, after a 5 second wait (unheard of for a gov't institution) a nice young, black gal waited on my mother and I. I handed over my proofs-of-existance and filled out some parchment, gave a few janehancocks and I got a snazzy new photo all for the blowout price of $19.50.
I'm pretty terrible about telling stories, so a backstory to this is...
I am terrible about keeping a purse. I like a purse when it's nice and organized but I am terrible about keeping it that way. So usually I go without it, which also means I go without a lot of things like my phone, license, etc. So I was going to cash a paycheck yesterday and to do that I need my license. So I looked in my cluttered, gross purse for it and came up empty handed. I tore the house up looking for it and... you guessed it... no license. So then I told my parents. Big mistake. My parents freak out when something is lost. They look everywhere and make a fuss and ask a million questions that are basically all the same and they call every store I visited in the past 4764 days. And it's annoying, but a license is pretty damn important. So long story short, I needed to find it or get a new one to go to scrapmania with Courtney and the parentals wouldn't let me drive without it. So I didn't find it, and I got a new one.
Low and behold, I come home from the bureau and my brother tells me that Courtney couldn't get us reservations at scrapmania because it was sold out, which was okay, because I have homework to do and I needed the license anyways. Right? Wrong. Just about fifteen minutes ago I found my damn license in my jacket pocket. The only damn jacket I didn't check because it was hiding in the wayback of the closet. Damn. I didn't even need the license I bought today. What a fucking shame.
I am a believer now that the only way to get a missing item to appear is to get a replacement.
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[28 Dec 2007|01:50am] |
LiveJournal?! I haven't had one of these in... uh ... three years. So here goes.
Basically, I lost my license. I say basically because I don't really believe it's lost. Just really badly misplaced. I have a feeling it's stuck somewhere between the seats in my car, and i checked, but it's impossible to check the underbody of my seats so I'll just pay the ~$20 to get it replaced. I'm sure I'll find it right after I hand over the moolah, but oh well. That's karma. My mo told me to get a wallet and keep it there and I chose to stupidly just keep it in my purse ... or in the console of my car ... or in my smock for work... again, my own stupidity.
My teacher, who I usually adore gave us all this homework for winter "vacation". I know she didn't do it to be mean, she just wants us to succeed and pass and get a little more done before end of quarter and the AP test, but my-lanta! I just want to chillax. Make some cookies, eat dinner with the fam, play with the dogs, sit on my ass. You know, the things I hardly ever get to do. I made a plan for myself, really just a promise, that I would relax until Christmas and then immediately after I would get to work. Well, it's after x-mas and I have barely hacked into my work pile. I want to kick myself, but at the same time, I think I still deserve to relax. I rock at making easy-to-manage-schedules-in-theory, it's just the sticking-to-the-easy-to-manage-schedule that I suck at.
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| firstandlastentry... |
[29 Oct 2005|01:45pm] |
I don't actually use this thing to document my life and events. i just use it to comment on others livejournals.
Okay, I changed my mind. I will use this thing...
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