| Writer's Block: So Long, Farewell |
[Jan. 19th, 2009|09:57 pm] |
I'll remember him for being an idiot. Most people will probably remember him for being an idiot and running a horrible country as well I'd wager. |
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| hairdye |
[Dec. 9th, 2008|03:22 pm] |
so gonna go out to the bar tonight, hopefully there's no more drama before it. I'm getting really tired of it.
Bar should be fun though. I get to go be a fag hag for the night. although I still preffer the term faerie god-mother. |
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| cold season sucks |
[Nov. 21st, 2008|04:21 pm] |
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so, I've received a demand to update my live-journal. far be it for me to deny the request. Mainly for the fear that said requester may duct tape me to a ceiling fan and turn it on high.
Anyway I've switched roommates, living with a co-worker right now. things are going pretty well with her. Job hunting again. Just got a bite and had an interview with wells fargo, hoping I get it.
I have a cold at the moment so I kinda feel like shit, but about all I want to do right now is go read about the dark ones more (vampires). It's a series by Katie Macalister and just omg she rawks. like fucking seriously.
Yes, I have gotten the bite and gone to the dark side. |
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| Eyebrows |
[Apr. 29th, 2008|10:12 am] |
To quote the Shawna, The oompa-loompa eyebrows are no more.
I seem to suffer from a rare and interesting condition called blonde.
The symptoms are relatively easy to see if treatment is not present. The sufferer has a light skin tone, hair of a light golden/yellow tone and eyebrows of a similar if not lighter shade.
As such, the individual usually looks like they either have no eyebrows, shave them off, or forgot to put them on that day. I assure you, this is not the cause. The individual actually does have eyebrows, they are just too light to see properly. Many times they may actually look clear.
Without treatment, the victim is doomed to live a life looking like a no-eyebrowed freak.
People will laugh, stare, gawk and make horrible comments.
Fortunately for these poor souls, treatment is fairly simple. There are two options.
They can either put makeup on daily and worry about it coming off throughout the day and constantly have to check them and concern themselves with whether or not another individual will notice the makeup which has worked it's way to the skin below the eyebrows and slightly distorted the look.
Or they can tint them. This is a simple solution which works for many many days, if not weeks. This process involves a chemical process which permanently (at least for the life of the eyebrow hair) darkens the follicle to a darker, more visible shade. The whole process takes roughly 20 min and eliminates the need for touch-ups throughout the day with only the need for a re-tint every few weeks or so depending on the rate of hair growth.
Although if you're an individual such as me, who's hair grows at an EXTREMELY RAPID RATE tinting can be done at home weekly. But then again, I'm a bit of a freak in almost every aspect of my life and my hair grows ridiculously fast and I happen to posses a bit of talent when it comes to dabbling with rather random beautification techniques.
I would not recommend self-tinting at home before you know how to do it. I must admit my talent is not natural, I was taught by the wondrous estitition Shawna. Good luck finding one who is willing to give up their long-gaurded secrets. |
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[Apr. 24th, 2008|04:22 pm] |
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DANIEL GOT FIRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I so want to throw a party now. I fucking hated the bastard. I mean seriously. He made me not want to go to work on thu and fri. I mean fuck. he was a douche bag. He was constantly late for work, and today he didn't even show. He tried making me get his hot dogs for him because I'm the "hot dog bitch" He wouldn't listen to the managers because we aren't his technical bosses. He was almost always half-asleep aka stoned at work. He threatened to get ME fired for HIM telling ME how many chicks he's fucked and what positions he fucked them in. Hostile work environment much anyone?
He was such a fucking douche bag. I mean seriously. Last week he grabs a box of tampons and asks "how do these work, would you show me"
I told him if he really needed a tampon, he could read the instructions and practice on himself. I mean seriously, he's a guy, he's got at least one hole down there.
GUH! he was such an ass. I'm glad he's gone, and he will not be missed.
Fucker. |
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| Dating |
[Apr. 20th, 2008|03:58 pm] |
So, My boss is worried about me because I had a date with a guy. A guy I was set up on a date with through a co-worker. She's worried I'll get hurt and she doesn't want me to have to deal with that kind of pain and oh she just can't bear to see the little 7-11 baby girl get hurt.
Anyway, I keep my calm and I politley ask "why"
and she goes "because you're a baby."
"How am I a baby?" I ask. And she walks into the other room. She calls my name and asks me to come into the back room. where she asks me a serious question.
"Are you a virgin?"
I just looked at her, what am I gonna say? If I don't answer she'll be mean to me for a month. If I do answer, she'll probably make fun of me.
I'm just like, "Patti, If you really think it's that important to my work, then no. I've had boyfriends before."
Then she goes. "OH! I wanna know! Give me details! What was he like!"
Now, I'm thinking wtf? Is this really important to work? Then before I could reply we had customers and I went to go ring them up and dropped the conversation. |
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| I am weak |
[Feb. 27th, 2008|09:54 am] |
I sooooooooo want a new tv for my new house. There's a deal on a cheap flat screen lcd monitor 42 inches for 699.99 I soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo want it. But I must not, at least not right now. GAH! I want it I want it I want it I want it.
ok, I need to calm down. maybe I'll go take a cold shower. |
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| What Do You Have To Say? - Ewww |
[Aug. 29th, 2007|10:45 am] |
There is almost nothing I refuse to try. I think people who flat out refuse to try something are close-minded and small people. The saying "you are what you eat" is true, if you will only eat your saftey foods of pizza, sandwiches and cereal or whatever, you're missing out on a lot of interesting dishes, and probably refusing to also try other things that will broaden your horizons.
For me, personally, I will try anything, if I don't like it, then I can judge it, but before that I have no basis to say I don't like it. |
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| Writer's Block: Time Travel |
[Aug. 27th, 2007|04:51 pm] |
If you could travel back in time to spend a day with someone, who would it be and why?
I'd have to say, either of my grandfather's. I was fairly young when they died, and I never really got to know them. I hear lots of interesting stories about both of them, but never got to hear them from the source. It makes me sad to think about, but at least some of the family still has their stories to carry on.
That so didn't really lead do anything constructive. |
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| $50 winner |
[Aug. 22nd, 2007|09:14 pm] |
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so I just bought a $2 scratch ticket and won $50. it's awesome and it bought me new school supplies. which is also awesome.
Still stressing about stupid shit, but it's getting a little better, not much but a little. So far I can't muster up the energy to exercise still and my jaw still hurts from clenching it all the effing time, but the shoulder pinching has receeded some. I've decided to relax a bit about my nails, but keep doing what I've been doing because it's working. Only time will fix them now, I'm doing everything I can to help the process but now it's down to just time.
For some reason I sleep like shit on days that I have to work at Ken's store. I think it's because I start my week off with dealing with our grocery deliveries and then the following day I have to deal with the goddamn bank and the payroll. Not much I can do about that to make those things go away, but I'll manage, I always do. I think I just have to start remembering that, or at least figure out how to remember that.
I'm going to send in my netflix tomorrow and get the next round because I like my CSI. It seems like it would be a fun thing to do you know? kinda morbid, but on the side of good and all that cheeze in a can crap.
Anyway I'm getting tired now and nothing very enlightening is coming from this vent so I might as well go and not sleep in my bed by myself. |
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| stressors gallore |
[Aug. 19th, 2007|06:07 pm] |
well, ok, I've been undergoing a bit of stress lately, more than usual and it's starting to weigh down on me a bit. So I did some research and like everything I've read says to write in a journal and well wouldn't you know I just happen to already have this thing setup that I haven't used in like ages. So I figured I'd give it a go, I'm not really sure if there's one thing that's stressing me out, more like a plethora of things (I love the word plethora, I rarely get a chance to use it in a sentence).
First thing's first, I'm going back to school in the fall. Stressing about paying tuition and buying books and all that bullshit even though I shouldn't because my dad's got it covered, but we haven't actually talked about it so that's the cause of the stress, not a major one, just I kinda feel like I'm in limbo, but I have a month to figure it out.
Work, my boss is sad that I'm going back to school because she doesn't want to loose her manager, but I've already told her I'm not going to quit just yet.
I now have a car payment which is normal for most people but it's new to me, but oh my god I love my new car so much. It has working signals, and headlights that always stay on when I want them to, and the break lights don't turn themselves on sporadically and I don't have a broken engine mount anymore and I get more than 12 mpg I get 24 which is double so I spend half the amount on gas as I used to which is awesome.
OH yeah, I have yet another crush on a guy at work, only this time everybody, and I mean EVERYBODY at work knows about it, which is slightly stressful. So I get to kill my emotions because I feel stupid with everyone talking about it and I know nothing will come of it so why bother right?
I'm having an issue with a co-worker, let's call her "E". She's stressing out all on her own because she's got a grandson who's dying of cancer and she can't keep her mind on the work and is bringing everyone else down with her. I feel bad for her, but she just flat out can't focus on the work. Her register is running short, she's ringing things up improperly, overcharging people, she can't do her orders at all. I'm talking it took her 6 hours to figure out how much we needed of 30 different items. To put that into a bit of perspective here, I can do over 300 items in under an hour and a half on a bad day. on a good day it takes me less than an hour. Then to top it all off, she flips out and yells and gets belligerently angry at you if you mention that she messed something up, or even imply that it could have been her by saying it happened when she was on the shift.
THis one's gonna sound stupid, but I'm stressing about my nails lately. You see, I had my little cousin over for a night last month and we did the girlie thing and put on fake nails. Which of course, totally destroyed my natural nails thank you very much. Never doing that again. Ever, but anyway, they became so thin that it causes me actual pain if I bump something with the back side of my hand, so I'm taking a supplement and using this nail growth formula which is helping quite a bit to speed up the process which makes me happy. But, I've also decided that I like having long nails so I'm going to try to grow them out long once the damaged nail has grown out and been clipped off. And mainly I worry that I might do something wrong and fuck them up permanently or something. Nails are such a fickle body part.
OH OH OH and this one's even girlier.... sort of, ok not really... I'm trying to loose weight, which isn't helping with the damn stress thing, but I have lost about 12 lbs in the last month and a half which is nice. Only I'd like to workout more, but the stupid machine I bought has started squeaking when I use it, so I have to figure out how to fix it before I can use it again. I know what part is squeaking but it drives me insane when I use it.
This one's a little more stupidly paranoid of me, but very typical of me. I'm worried of what people will think or say when they find out I want to go to school for criminal justice to get a job in the criminal forensics type of work. Part of me wants to know out of curiosity, the other part wants blind support and another part almost doesn't even give a shit because it sounds really really fucking cool and I really do think it's something I could excel at, but I worry about lots of things so just agh I dunno ignore this one.
OK, I feel a little better, but now I have to pee and I"m still grinding my teeth and clenching my shoulders stupidly. |
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[Feb. 23rd, 2007|08:26 pm] |
So I caved. I got WAY too tired at looking at my crappy art so guess what... I'll be redoing the whole damn thing
So far the plot sucks and it's going nowhere fast so I'm going to skip the middle man and make it a little more interesting with better graphics.
Same story over all but yeah... It sucks right now and I want it better so I will make it better. |
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| rock fucking bottom |
[Feb. 13th, 2007|11:14 pm] |
goddamn I hate v-day. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. It makes me do stupid things or get all sad and just fuck. I signed up for a dating service. I'm officially looking now. I feel stupid for doing it but I totally blame my boss for telling me that her son found his wife online and they've been married for 7 years now and just blah... I know I know I know I'm a retard and I'm going to get myself killed and cut up into a million tiny pieces but know what? with my luck even the serial killers won't want to come near me, because that's just how my life works you know?
I am going to grow old and die alone and I can't even have cats because I'm allergic to them.
FUCK!
I'm so watching horror movies. |
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| ker-plop |
[Feb. 11th, 2007|09:00 pm] |
so I did it... again I might add... I burnt out. oh well... This one should be pretty easy to recover from. I took a week off from the comic, so no updates for a little... And I'm considering switching to one a week for a while so I can actually have like... a life... Anyway... When I get the next page up I'll see about trying a new yet crappy method of shadowing, if it doesn't work I'll skip it. My life is kinda really boring right now. On the off chance that you people actually KNOW me, Or like, read this. I desperately need to get out of the house and do shit. And I need a new apartment. Hit me up if you're interested in rent splitting. I'm gonna deal with the taxes bullshit (HR BLOCK) and then cash in a winning lotto ticket (seriously $1000, I'm master of procrastinating, but I want to deal with taxes bullshit FIRST since I've never done it before and I'm only assuming that more money = more to owe the IRS. No I am not an optimist.) Anyway (how many times can I say that? GOD I sound like a girl.)
Needless to say, I'm in need of some social contact with like... people... Suckey thing is I don't really know much of anyone. I need to do something to change that. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2007|12:06 am] |
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so someone came into the store today... and they were on fire.
not that they were hot or doing cool stuff, like they were actually on fucking fire and they didn't know it.
what the fuck is wrong with people?
so yeah... just HAD to get drunk after that. Today sucked. |
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| Comic update |
[Jan. 30th, 2007|01:15 am] |
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I've updated Deuces Wild. It's the beginning of chapter two and there's gonna be blood and death and a bit of horror in it so if that's your thing, read it now to catch up. Chapter two Starts out as a contrast to chapter one, so get it while the getting's hot. |
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[Jan. 4th, 2007|11:38 pm] |
So, I've finally recieved the code from project wonderful to put up my own ads. I'm incredibly excited about this. I know I'm not gonna make much money, but It's still a fun way of getting my name out there. It took me a while to actually get the nerve to play with the auction system, but I've found out how to get free ads, and I'm exploiting that for all it's worth. I mean, if they are free, or a penny what's it gonna hurt to put out a couple hundred of them on random people's sites?
The ones I know I benefit from so far are definatley the big .com players, for instance, comicspace. It's a good staple, but it's a bit expensive on occasion. |
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| yey |
[Dec. 29th, 2006|12:26 am] |
I dunno what I did exactly to get bit by a snake, but aparantly I pissed it off. Dunno dunnacare. well aparantly I care because I'm complaining about it here, but goddamn I've gotta get a new place to live. I'm not wanted here and I get made fun of constantly, but I have nowhere to go, so I dunno what to do.
shit. |
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