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11 November 2009 @ 05:12 pm
LiveJournal, what do I want for Christmas?

Will is asking and I need to come up with an answer. He was going to get me one of these, but he accidentally sent me the link and I am totally on my email today. He asked me not to open it and trashed the email but I'd already sent a reply.

Preferably something orderable on the Internet. I'm going to search the shit out of Amazon, but I figure y'all know more about interesting stuff that I can own than I do.
 
 
11 November 2009 @ 09:45 pm
Seriously?

alexanderdeleon I am supposed to tell @claudekelly that Adam lambert says "whaddup whaddup." adam is actually a really nice dude. talking about music.

This kid's life never fails to make me lol :D

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In the category of things that do not make me lol - I have been having pains in my right ear all day. Stabbing pains in the outer ear, very strange.
 
 
10 November 2009 @ 06:42 pm
Jen Lancaster wins my soul. She writes like I would. And she's the same size as myself. It kind of makes me want her as a good friend.

http://www.jennsylvania.com/jennsylvania/2009/11/my-entry.html
 
 
10 November 2009 @ 12:30 am
Under a cut, of course! (If you're friends with me on Facebook, you have seen these)
MEOW )

Is it weird for a neutered male to still be trying to sex up a spayed female? Because...uh.
 
 
08 November 2009 @ 09:54 pm
I love having friends over, and I love my sister hanging around to help out so I could be a lazy host.

I do not love class from 9am-5pm on a Sunday.

I do love coming home, eating yummy leftovers and catching up on some tv. I love NCIS Gay. I love Supernatural.

I do not love slamming my knee into the open dishwasher door.

I love that Pete Wentz's version of Idol judging is to tell rambling stories about celebrities he's met (I didn't watch it all, but I'm not exaggerating the bits I did see).

Then I was channel surfing, landed on an E! bio thingy of Christina Aguilera, and the next thing I know Kara DioGuardi is talking about artistry. I lol'd and pulled a DNW face at the same time >:(

I love my new favourite comment I've ever got on a youtube video (on a BSB concert clip), from thewriterfan!Jesus: I miss them alot. Miss you, BSB, see you someday when you not hating me or doing stupid satantic things for Sandra. Hugs. I love you and I'll pray for you. -DW

That's some priceless WTF-ery right there.
 
 
07 November 2009 @ 05:50 pm
:'(  

Yeah, we just fought and I just turned off my phone. Opened email to this:


"if i'm wrong for wanting the best for you, then i'll just have to be wrong. i would like to see you be able to wear normal sized clothes and shoes and enjoy your life like every young person should. maybe i say things i shouldn't but if i saw you walking in front of a bus i would try to stop that too this is what mothers are for, to protect their children. I would like to see you and will grow old together, but untill you and he at least try, I'm scared about what is going to happen to you both. i guess i dont how how to say the right thing or make it come out right. you need to try and cancel the gym membership if it isnt useful to you. i hoped you would become inspired by some of the fit people there and know that its not impossible for you to be one. all else i can say is I love you with all my heart, and always will no matter how you feel about me. Some day you will understand, maybe when and if you ever have a child. maybe if i had let you do more athletic activities when you were younger things may have been a little different. I will never know if this would have made a difference, but i will always think that your weight is mostly my fault. thats one reason I want so desperately to help you now. I know that this isn't typed correctly but it says how I feel

love, mom"

She's so anti-HAES, but you can tell she loves me, at least.

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07 November 2009 @ 03:04 pm
I love Disney so much.





It's the little things, you know?


In other news, this is my new dream job.

Also, I need Disney World icons.
 
 
06 November 2009 @ 05:48 pm
Sometimes, it's all you can do.

Get home from a long day at work and every space at your apartment complex is full - except the ones that are a good quarter-mile away from any place that resembles your place of residence. (Sure, they all look alike, but your key only works for one.)

Someone introduces you to someone new and you don't know why, but you don't like them. All it really took was a look, but that was enough to know.

Said person makes a joke. It's really not all that funny. You know the one. "What has four legs and can fly? Two birds." Yeah, not so sure about that one.

Your kitten poops on the floor. But she's cute. Oh well. (Yeah, not taking that one from real life or anything, but, um, does anyone have any tips about that?)

I had a day like that on Tuesday. I went with a friend to a lady's house to do some household chore-type things.

Did you read Harry Potter? Do you remember Dolores Umbridge?

Now, imagine an entire house decorated like...that, and you'll see what I was subjecting myself to.

Except replace the kitten plates with geese and you're spot-on. 

She was preparing for a garage sale this weekend.

Now, said lady still thinks she lives in 1985 (before I was born - by the way, my birthday is in 18 days).

She also does not comprehend the meaning of the word "depreciate." As in, "This GPS from 1999 that you're still trying to sell for $200 has depreciated in value because it can barely hold the map updates and is the size of a small television set."

Same applies for clothing. Your 1989 silk top with shoulder pads out the wazoo would only sell if people were trying to buy things for an ugly party (or if they had the same taste as you do, which I doubt completely, ma'am).

Anna and I paraded the contents of her closet in front of her as she relaxed on the sofa.

"Don't take less than $15 for that top and bottom together." 
"$5 for that shirt."
"Oh, no. I couldn't possibly get rid of that - it only takes thirty minutes to dry on a clothesline!" (I heard that one way too many times.)

I committed the cardinal sin about midway through the shoulder pad extravaganza. I pulled out a dickie (who knew you could buy clothes from Lillian Vernon, the place my grandma goes to for silver contact lens cases and personalized remote control caddies?) that had clearly seen better days and pronounced it "old."

Anna's jaw almost hit the floor, but Umbridge just smiled at me and said, "Well, it's going back in my closet, so I guess that doesn't matter."

Okay. I guess I just couldn't take it anymore. Clothes that would've been ten times better off being donated to Goodwill were only serving to fill this lady's pockets (despite the fact that she's going to find herself incredibly shocked come the yard sale tomorrow morning). She said she couldn't donate anything because it might end up in a family's house that she didn't approve of. And she...well, she only seemed to really approve of people that were similar to herself. As in, white. I was a little shocked to say the least. So I called a stained, yellowed, wrinkled article of clothing "old." I think it was the least I could do in this situation. I felt like I did it for social justice.

But I'm broke. I need the cash. And even if she's paying people $1000 to do work that won't even net her a cent...

Well, what else could I do? It's not like my protests would change her mind. Whether I want to believe it or not, there are people like her everywhere.

So I just smiled and said, "Yes, ma'am."

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05 November 2009 @ 02:30 pm
 So basically the way this works is you say, "Show me the money!" and I give you five questions to answer. Yeah, that's not how everyone else is writing the directions. Oh well. Get over it. You may also take this opportunity to ask me more questions, since I feel like answering them.

My five came from [info]itsjustaphase .

What was the most memorable moment of your wedding day?
Honestly, it's such a blur right now. I really think that when Will and I got a few seconds to ourselves after the ceremony (and my mom trying to fix my hair AGAIN) and before the reception, those were the best few moments. He had to load me into the back seat of the truck because my dress was so big, haha. And we talked the whole way over to the reception hall. I remember taking some pictures of just the two of us by one of the prettier buildings. (God, I can't wait to finally see the pictures! They have been completely paid for now and Tom says I should be getting them in the next couple of days. Based on the pictures I saw of Mom's...hers made me happy, and he was able to get shots she couldn't, so omg.)

If you were on death row, what would you choose for your last meal?
I approach this the same way I did when I got my wisdom teeth out. I knew I wouldn't be able to eat normal food for a while (Lies! I managed to eat a bacon cheeseburger THAT NIGHT, granted it was only with my front teeth), so we went to Shells and I got the shrimp pasta I've loved ever since I was a little girl. (My dad is moving back to Tampa, omg, so I might be able to go back to the same one as when I was little! Maybe.) I figure I would like to eat the same thing before being executed. I have the recipe. I use it often. So it doesn't really matter where I'm being executed. (I think I know what I want to make for dinner tomorrow night, now.)

On average, how would you rate your sex life (on a scale from 1 to 10)?
If you don't want to know, cover your ears now.
I think, at the moment, it's a 7. If we were able to do it every night, or at least every time I feel like it, I would push that rating up to a 10. Since Will works so many late nights, though, he's always tired. Oh well.

How many children do you want, if any?
I change my mind a lot. On the one hand, I'm extremely selfish and don't want to have to look after another human being for 18 years or more. On the other, I think it would be fun to have a little person to shape and teach and watch grow up. So I fluctuate from 0 to 3. Never more than 3. You're already approaching the dreaded middle-child syndrome with 3. I was an only child and always wanted a sister, he had a sister and (I think) was kind of apathetic about it. So we'll eventually try for 1 (perhaps in five years or so), and if that works out, see what happens.

What is your relationship like with your mother? 
It's changed a bit. When I lived with her, I couldn't stand to get away. She just got to be too much, too fast. Now that I have the option to decide whether I want to see her, she's changed. When she hadn't seen me since the wedding last month, she would call me every day and talk about suicide. It's really sad. She says she can't think of anything she's done with her life except have me. I'm the only friend she has left, really. So now I think she appreciates the time we spend together a little more. She likes to plan it out and be sure we always have things to do. Since I'm still job-searching down here, I can't stay too long, and I like it like that. The longer we stay in the same room together, the more likely we are to start fighting. So I like to be able to draw a line and say, "I'm going home now." So perhaps me getting married was really good for our relationship. She can't ask me to come home and live with her constantly anymore, and I don't feel like I have to stay - I feel like I have to get home to my husband.

Also, this just happened:

Also, Will just bought me DJ Hero (for my birthday, which is in nineteen days, hint hint), so I think I'm gonna go space out for two days and possibly forget about LJ Idol this week. It is tempting, okay.

 
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03 November 2009 @ 12:27 am
I'm so behind on everything LJ lately, and I'll get to it, but for right now I just need to show off my heart eyes for a second, okay?



There is nothing about this video that is not amazing. I WANT TO SQUEEZE THEM ALL IN A GIANT BEAR HUG. Godammit, Brian, be more GQ, I DARE YOU. Also, be more ridiculous. ♥ Every time I watch it I just start grinning like an idiot. KARAOKE. And sing-alongs, and ridiculous sunglasses and Brian stretching his hand over his head to let us all know what 'bigger' means. Thank you for all your valuable lessons throughout the years, Brian. ♥ ♥ ♥

AND ONE OF THEM TWIRLED. OH MY GOD, I LOVE THEM. IT'S LIKE A TIC FOR THEM NOW, ISN'T IT?
 
 
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Current Music: Backstreet Boys - Bigger
 
 
02 November 2009 @ 12:31 am
HAY  
It's voting time.

http://community.livejournal.com/therealljidol/264520.html


Please to be voting for me :)

Thank you.
 
 
Current Music: I'm not listening to anything right now!
 
 
01 November 2009 @ 10:26 pm
Does anyone wanna play? Anyone? In consolation for my impending sesa doom?


Ask me either a broad question (i.e 'who is your cruelest character?', 'what is your most optimistic story?') or a specific question/request ('what world does ___ come from?', 'tell me about ___') and I will answer you. Or you can ask meta-questions like 'what was the inspiration for creating ____?'
 
 
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01 November 2009 @ 07:38 pm
MY ASSIGNMENT.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
 
 
Current Mood: indescribable
 
 
31 October 2009 @ 01:44 pm
I believe that there's yum cha happening tomorrow - 11am at Marigolds (the time and place are an assumption based on habit).

It's [info]hnix's last chance at yum cha before abandoning us...and she's especially abandoning me. Who will be my pork ally in the face of seafood dishes oh noes? :(

My assignment due Monday is not going well. I pretty much hate myself right now.

However, I quite like the new Adam Lambert song. Not 100% loving the production of it.
 
 
Current Mood: hungry
 
 
29 October 2009 @ 08:48 pm
 I am occasionally your stereotypical woman. Occasionally. (Well, in that 1950s sense.)

I like shopping, and clothes, and fashion, and reading about fashion, and Project Runway (fierce!).

I like expensive things - jewelry, wallet-crippling trips to Sephora, ogling that Marc Jacobs dress I could never pull off (for multiple reasons).

I like cooking and baking when there's someone besides me to enjoy it.

I like looking at interior design books, and furniture, and I love dreaming about what I would do with an unlimited budget and all the tools necessary. (First thing, in case you're curious - reupholstering the couch.)

I love shoes.

No, no. I really love shoes. (So does my cat. Just saying.)

I have put myself through almost unnecessary amounts of pain, just because "the shoes. They were too cute not to wear!"

My feet are covered in scars from heels that just weren't flexible enough, shoes that just weren't wide enough, peep toes that just weren't big enough.

It's a pain. Literally. 

Of course, in the past, I didn't really care enough to worry. In third grade, I was able to get the LA Gear sparkly-flower sneakers just like everyone else. But by fifth grade, I was wearing men's loafers and sneakers, doing my best to keep them clean from day to day (even though recess made that an impossible task).

Middle school brought me further embarrassment. A boy in my seventh grade art class looked at my shoes one day and exclaimed, (loud enough for everyone to hear, of course) "We're wearing the same shoes!" I couldn't look him in the eye. 

It was winter. I begged my mom to let me wear sandals the next day. She refused.

By my high school and college years, I had enough of a hard time getting cute shoes that I would wear anything that remotely approached my shoe size. I crammed my size-13s into shoes that were an inch too short or more. (My pinky toes are still curled up as a result.)

It was all in the name of fashion, right? Anything to look good next to the rich, popular girls that seemed to populate every single one of my classes. Sure, I couldn't afford the same things that they could, but I could do my best to look the same. 

It wasn't until last year that I discovered the cure to all of my ills - Barefoot Tess. Steve Madden shoes, couture heels, adorable flats. All for me, all in my size. I could finally look like the girls whose fashions I coveted - at a price. (The price itself is still the main obstacle here.)

Oh, money. You are the one obstacle between me and beautiful feet. If I never bought anything else again, I would have quite the uphill battle to fight - but at least I would never be barefoot.

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Current Mood: blah
 
 
30 October 2009 @ 03:18 pm
OH MY GOD.

ADAM.

ADAM!


God, I've had the WORST day. Two migraines in a row, and now I just wanna put on my dancing shoes and jump around my room to this song for the next HOUR. I THINK I'LL DO THAT, ACTUALLY.

ADAM, YOU BLEW MY SOCKS OFF. EVERY EXPECTATION I HAD IS JUST THROUGH THE GODDAMN ROOF, YOU ADORABLE EXCLAMATION-POINT-ABUSING DARLING.
 
 
Current Mood: jubilant
Current Music: Adam Lambert - For Your Entertainment | Powered by Last.fm
 
 
 
 

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