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Thursday, October 2nd, 2008
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12:37 pm - New Corsets!
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Dark Garden is Unveiling Three Lovely new designs! The Alyscia - named after the previous production manager whom it was designed for. Lovely ladies with less cleavage than hip will appreciate this gem. The Adelaide - Newest of the New! Our first Corset to incorporate true cups into the design! Available in a transparent lace mesh! And, of course, the long awaited Alexandra - Our newest Ready-To-Wear family member features Straps and a front-front style seen on the more classic styles.
Come in prepared to fall in love with your body all over again!
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| Saturday, September 20th, 2008
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10:27 pm - mask design - matching corset
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A quick sketch of a mask design I'm creating to match my Dark Garden corset.
The mask base will be light-weight plaster strips sealed and hand-covered in fabric/lace. Feathers will be interfaced into the plaster and sealed in with a resin and covered with black poplin. the mask will be held on by two options:
removable elastic band which goes around the back of the head.
or can be held with a (again, removable) black stick.
the feathers will be a variety of dark blue and silver feathers. Silver glitter dust will be added sparingly to add a metallic sparkle to small sections of the feathers.
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| Monday, May 21st, 2007
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9:26 am - Shiny happy crazy fucking awesome things on display!
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The Second Annual Maker's Faire was a huge success!
...to me, who, you know, knows NOTHING. So, yeah. this thing? Brilliant. It was held at the San Mateo country fairgrounds, and housed such things as : flaming lotus girls GIANT FIRE THINGER. Redneck vs. Redneck POWERTOOL RACING. A giant rat wheel that you could get inside of and run on to make the GIANT PICK HIS NOSE. A billion new and exciting ways to create BICYCLES. a LEGO ROOM. TIN FOIL UFO HATS. A room where you could exchange clothing and alter it. (they had examples of one using a basketball and refferee clothing to make a dresS) The maker's shop area held such kits as to make you own MP3 PLAYER, VIDEOGAMES, something that'll add real bass to an ipod, etc. Giant coils that shot motherfucking lightning. giant pile of 'help yourself' Wires, cables, toy-bits, computron peices, etcetcetc. Trucks that shot fire. ROBOTS FIGHTING #$%#@~!$@!!!!111! So fucking cool.
The idea is: if you can't open it, you don't own it.
the main maker's stage had some great presentations. One by the Anti-Advertising Agencywas tlaking about riding through new york on a bike with music, stopping after they had a crowd, and writing on a wall with a green laser pointer- only to ahve a projector follow the green and give it a temperary feeling of being actually spraypaint. they cute foam core and put up signs over advertising so all you could see were the words "graffiti" with the ad lighting it. <3
another presentation had the 'thimboltron' where he'd mix sound bits that were connected to a computron through his golves that would go off when he touched that area. Each song had a different set of sound bits. Quite fun.
so pardon me while I search for a better sewing machine and get on with maoking teh awesomenessitude from my clothings.
also? My UFO hat was the best there. no kiddin'.
current mood: geeky
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| Tuesday, April 24th, 2007
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2:39 pm
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day two of inventory sucked! too many complications and not nearly enough people.
bLarg.
BUT
HEY
I'm getting paid to make pretty signs at a cafe!
I'm real sammich board arteest now!
also: interior decorator.
also: probably going to be full tiem employee of a art store as soon as the end of the semester htis.
huzzah
current mood: Drruuunnk
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| Saturday, April 21st, 2007
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8:36 am - Inventory: Day One
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I should go into data entry.
My homicidal 'tendencies' will finally have the excuse my brain's logic center has been seeking.
I had a lot to drink last night. Day two of inventory should be interesting.
I'm bringing no-pudge brownies!
current mood:  bouncy
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| Tuesday, April 17th, 2007
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1:15 pm - mayflowers
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| Monday, April 16th, 2007
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11:31 am - WHEEE TIME WASTERS
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Stolen from my deeeaaarrr sister.
9 Layers or whatever.
I SMELL LIKE ONION
LAYER ONE:
-- Name: Margot
-- Birth date: May 2nd, 1984
-- Birthplace: Portland, Oregon
-- Current Location: San Francisco, California
-- Eye Color: Blue, like that one sharpie I see all over the bus
-- Hair Color: Currently? Black/Blue/Purple/Green/Brown/Shiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnny
-- Height: 5'5" (ONE fucking inch on you, Yo.)
-- Righty or Lefty: Righty-tighty, but sometimes I swing left.
-- Zodiac Sign: Taurus (sorry, that's bull)
LAYER TWO:
-- Your heritage: 1/4 Irish, 1/4 French, and the rest is somehow split between Scottish, German, and Norwegian (whateva' I keepin' em's answer. We've got the same/similar parents, so it works)
-- The shoes you wore today: They've got black suaede, patches of pink and bluish turqoise, kangaroos and pockets. I got them at out of the closet for 26$. <3<3<3
-- Your weakness: 75% of holiday candy at walgreens, COFFFFFFFEEEEEE like a m*f***, being offered more money at work to not fucking quit, and art supplies that are soooooo sweet it makes my teeth rott more than the candy does. Also: bagel sammiches with avocadoa dn seasame seed. Um.. probably, so, wasting time. yeah. If this was a job interview, tho, I'd say "My Weakness is Wanting to be Too Helpfull"
-- Your fears: a) GRADUMUTATION b) OH DEAR FUCKING GOD, I'M ALMOST DONE WITH SCHOOL c)bedbugs. fucking documentries.
-- Your perfect pizza: in muh belly. I'd want chicken, bbq or thai sauce, cliantro, a million kinds of fancy fancy cheese, avocado (obsessed much?), spinich, sun dried tomatos, red roasted peppers, ....yeah. but not so much oily. It makes it hard to enjoy it when the thing is dripping arterial DOOM
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: make it through the day with my pants intact.
LAYER THREE:
-- Your most overused phrase on AIM: Indeed
-- Your first waking thoughts: Whse fucking godamn cat is this and WHY IS IT BITING MY TOES?!!?!
-- Your best physical feature: Eyes and eyebrows. I like my hair, most of the time.
-- Your most missed memory: Picking blackberries barefoot in overalls. Oh, wait, that never happened.
LAYER FOUR:
-- Pepsi or Coke: rootbeer
-- McDonald's or Burger King: Which one has more greese?!
-- Single or group dates: Wait.. um.. Like, "group date" as in orgy, or more of a gangbang?
-- Adidas or Nike: I own a pair of nikes! I'm cool! really!!!
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Are these either or things? really? The options are not so delicious. I'm going to start making my own questions!
--Abortion or Train Robbery: Both in one! Can I keep the aborted thinger in a shoe box?! I need somehting to show besides a jagged scar
--Huffing sharpies at work or at home: Oh, work. they're fresher still in the store.
--Cow Patties or a Giant Glacier: Cow patties! they're good for fuel, and saved many settlers on the oregon trail. Fucking glariers and their melting make al gore go talkytalk about intrawebs and doomityshit. Fuck al gore, I'm takin the cow pattie.
--How many licks to the center of a tootsie pop?: see how at http://www.stupid.com/stat/EK-TOOT.html !!!!!!
-- Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla, oddly. I've changed in my old age. Vanilla belongs in coffee, and since ice cream isn't something Ig et very often, well, VANILLA MMMMM
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Vanilla latte. suck it, bitches.
LAYER FIVE:
-- Smoke: like a hurricane! oh, wait. soo.... no
-- Cuss: Like a virgin touched for the very first time.
-- Sing: constantly. Badly. And with fucked up lyrics.
-- Take a shower everyday: Obsessively. Sometimes, up to 5 or 6 showers. I'm a sick, sick human being.
-- Do you think you've been in love: I've been in lust, crush, likelike as in like, and as close to love as a one-sided relationship can be.
-- Want to go to college: every day. It's addictive.
-- Liked high school: highschool was grand. And by grand I mean "ok" and by "ok" I mean "muddy" and by muddy I mean "full of mud"
-- Want to get married: Everytime you get married, a rich european man your mother brings back from her trip gets his greencard! yayyyyy!!
-- Believe in yourself: Everyone thinks I do, which makes me think I should, too. So I do. Yes. It's one of those feedback loops I keep hearing about. My back is so straight, my breasts look perky!
-- Get motion sickness: Oh god, yeah.,... I hate cars. A lot. Seriously? teh hate.
-- Think you're attractive: can be. I seem to attract, so I must be.
-- Think you're a health freak: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
-- Get along with your parent(s): Unless money is involved. Overall, yes. Mom and I ahve a good relationship (you know.... now.)
-- Like thunderstorms: I normally end up giggling and dancing around.
-- Play an instrument: I suck at all things music. I can kazoo, almost finger tap, and my air guitar is supreme. Also: I fucking rock on Kareoke Revolution.
LAYER SIX: In the past month...
-- Drank alcohol: In the past month? Jebus. I was out drinkin' last night. HI TAZ
-- Smoked: my mouth is too busy with the boozeings to suck on smoke.
-- Done a drug: Do hugs count?
-- Made Out: Inside, outside, and upside down. These are a few of my FFFAAAAVVVVORITE THINGERS
-- Gone on a date: It seems likely. Probably a few.
-- Gone to the mall?: *glare* You're going to make me admit this? jesus. Yes, I WENT TO THE MALL. but not to shop! I went for the foodings and a movie. Fuck you, STOP JUDGING ME
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos?: I plead the 5th.
-- Eaten sushi: Has it.. has it really been voer a month? THIS NEEDS CORRECTIONS TODAY NOW
-- Been on stage: In so many different forms. I've been on camera, modeling stage, I hopped on a stationary stagecoach for a picture with some tourists who wanted a "local" in the shot (YAY downtown wells fargo. wtf?!), up singing, and in a window.
-- Been dumped: that involves something solid enough to be dumped from.
-- Gone skating: I WISH. Maybe on friday :)
-- Made homemade cookies: *gasp* no! no I haven't! I did, however, make the lasagna of the gods.
-- Gone skinny dipping: all water here is too cold. Closest we get to swimming at all is a bathtub.
-- Dyed your hair: ...4 times annnnnd counting.
-- Stolen Anything: technically? "no"?
LAYER SEVEN: Ever...
-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: I played my first strip poker game while 15 and hanging out with my grandparents in Oregon. I played it a bunch in Olympia with friends where we'd all get fucking buck naked (I always lost/won?), etcetcetc.
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: heeeh. Let me tell you about the night of August 26th 2006...
-- Been caught "doing something": As in "something I'd be embarrased about"? Not really. I get "caught" in the labs playing on livejournal, or okc, or whatever. I get "caught" sleeping sometimes. "caught" having sex with someone elses wife/husband/goat. I don't do embarrased.
-- Been called a tease: Probably. They didn't wait long enough.
-- Gotten beaten up: I'm not someone you beat up without getting a cut fucking scars to hide in shame. They will be on your face. And deep. And jagged. I, however, will show my bruises with pride, and say "but seriously? You should see the other ___"
-- Shoplifted: I think I took some tooti-efruity gum once. Mom made me go back and return it. I don't steal shit anymore.
-- Changed who you were to fit in: Endlessly. We all adapt to our surroundings. I'm good at it- I can change subtly but remain the same fundamentally.
LAYER EIGHT:
-- Age you hope to be married: At 6, I wanted to be married at 20, at 16, I wanted to be married at 24, at 22, I said I'd think about it so get off my fucking back already.
-- Numbers and Names of Children: no. My friends always had names picked out and how many - I never did. My way of naming things?: First doll was named Bingo (Because Bingo was her Name-o), first pet Fish was given chicken noodle soup, First duck was named 'Prince' but was female. First rabbit was named 'dot', but was a solid brown. My cat's name is Bucket. I have about 3 dozen more cat names picked out the the next round. But children? No.
-- Describe your Dream Wedding: ___IF___ I ever had to say 'I do': outside, by a river with ivy and a living flowers around us. the only decorations would be a circle of stones for us to stand in. Fuck rings - we're getting tattoos. If I'm going to marry someone, I don't want something that can be slipped off. I don't want to lose it and have to explain later (hehh heeh. sorry chris!.../kinda)
-- How do you want to die: peacefully in my sleep. Fuck pain.
-- Where you want to go to college: I want to take buisness courses somewhere, at some point.
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: Younger
-- What country would you most like to visit: Which one has the LEAST amount of poisonous things that are fucking pretty that I'll want to fondle?
LAYER NINE:
-- Number of drugs taken illegally: two?
-- Number of people I could trust with my life: I'm going with "3". Iiiits a number
-- Number of CDs that I own: 5! that're, you know, Legal Copies
-- Number of piercings: ....2. time to work on #3
-- Number of tattoos: 0 :(
-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: at least a dozen. I've been mentioned in numberous obits of rich old men
-- Number of scars on my body: hands alone: 15. Throughout the rest, many.
-- Number of things in my past that I regret: 42, and they all involve me not "getting the money first"
current mood:  mischievous
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| Sunday, April 15th, 2007
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9:18 pm - Bonfires Hoy!
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FRIDAY NIGHT RECAP:
me = Broke, but grabs the last 20$ to her name for a taxi to ocean beach where her friends are set to meet 'er.
Ocean beach = DEVOID OF SAID FRIENDS
Solution? Wander around and meet new folks.
HOWDY GROUP OF CHRISTINES AND PAUL. YOU ARE AWSOME.
Beer and marshmellows were shared until very drunk friends made an appearance.
A++++++ NIGHT WOULD DO IT AGAIN
also, just (JUST) found out my japanese teacher from hiiiiiskoo is getting married. Grats sensei!
current mood: bouncy
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| Sunday, April 8th, 2007
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8:59 pm - Probably not, but OK.
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I'm tired.
stupid parties and their ROCKING MY FUCKING SAWKS OFF.
I'd like to send a great big <3<3<3 to the various folks I inadvertantly woke up from naps, and to whomever I managed to flash due to wardrobe malfunctions of the skirt-kind.
Shaun, your party was fabulous. I'm dearly sorry I ran out when I did, it would've been fun to stay till the bitter (early) end.
Oh, as a passing note:
Happy Zombie Jebus Day, kiddos.
current mood:  sore
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| Thursday, April 5th, 2007
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3:33 am - All the excitment of monkies in a barrel
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with twice the hassel and none of the bullets!
"Procrastination" lead to making lasagna (left over fancy cheese = fancy cheese lasagna and LOTS OF IT).. and THEN starting my hunt for random foam thingers on the street.
Well, guess'a'what? NO WHERE between Polk at pine and powell at green was there a freaking couch with a cushion I could use, including within three dumpsters I found myself in. (note to self: invest in flashlight) *shudder*
Somehow, this ended at 12:30 with nothing to show.. so I stopped at Raya's place for a quick 'OMG THIS IS TEH SUCK'... well, hm. She had foam.
Fishie has been started.
Hopefully by tomorrow, it will be, for the most part, DUNDUNDUN.
then : BIRDIE.
then: SETS.
then: ACTION!
hahaha. yeah, right.
current mood:  irritated
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| Wednesday, April 4th, 2007
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10:29 am - Talkin' Chalk
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WOOOOOOooo..
Order special happy chalk (read: crayola) for doin' sammich boards and such.
Yesterday, the lady paid me $5 to make with the pretty. I feel cheated. and whorish.
YAYYY Art School!
Also: I'm about 2 hours early for work. this is normally a BLEH moment, but has turned into a WOOHOO. SAMURAI JACK HOUR!
I'm down fer that, yo.
current mood: watching der tvs
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| Monday, April 2nd, 2007
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10:42 am - YARR
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| Thursday, March 1st, 2007
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8:56 am
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NEW BOOTS, paid for by govermenthookermonies, WILL BE ARRIVING LATE THIS WEEK.
WOOHOOO.
In other news, I've gotten started on two *brand spankin' new* shorts (short shorts, practically hotpants). One in stop motion, the other puurrreee CG goodness. Internships and Poppin' fresh deadlines are upcoming.
I don't need luck, well, ok. I need luck.
PLZ WISH ME LUCKAGE
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| Sunday, March 6th, 2005
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10:24 pm - I've got a hairball
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sitting on my lap. Everytime I sit on the floor to use my computer, the three damn cats think it's fucking story time.
However, Fatfat is the only one who sticks around to hear it. wtf.
In other news, hi, I'm sick.
Like, I shouldn't go to work tomorrow sick.
Go figure - the only weekend I have any time off is the weekend I'm sucking sick and wanting to die.
I've only been awake a total of 6 hours today. i plan on keeping it that low. I'm off to bed (again).
Peace to the highly medicated :)
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| Monday, February 21st, 2005
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11:06 pm - I Want to be 21, Damn It.
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I'm really getting sick of having to check and see if shows are 'all ages'.
My birthday is coming up, soon, but until then, it's lame.
I know I have more important things to worry about, but this makes me mad.
I want to be able to grab a drink after work.
Or go grab a drink with the cute guy down the street.
Or hit a club with my old roommates.
Or basicly do any social activity in this city.
Everyone I know in this city, with one exception, is 21 or over.
I don't like being the baby of the group. It feels disproportionate to my precieved intelligence.
I know everyone goes through this.
"the Longing", or the period of most complaints.
I want to be able to say I took the transition smoothly.
I can hold my liquor.
If I'm a bumbling idiot drunk, than so I am sober as well.
It doesn't clear away any inhabitions, or open any doors.
Age does that well enough on it's own.
I just want my chance.
Don't we all?
"We don't want our freedom gradually, but we want to be free Now."
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| Sunday, February 20th, 2005
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1:42 pm - Trademarks of a good boyfriend. (aka: I wish he had these)
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At some point in every straight gall or gay man's life, we question the hallmarks of a good male lover. Everyone comes to different conclusions, of course, but a conversation with the ex got me thinking about mine.
The basics are all there. He's got to be attractive to me, attractED to me, and willing to show it.
Hold my hand in public And in private. If you're not willing to hold my hand around your family, that's bad. They already know we're together. Show some solidarity with me, Espescially if that is the first time I'm meeting them. You don't have to kiss me, that can be out of your comfort zone, thats fine. But if you leave me sitting there with my hands in my pockets, I'm going to be nervous and it's not going to be pleasant. If this is too much for you, I'm the wrong person to be dating. Sorry.
I'm really fairly spontaneous. As much as I enjoy sitting at home with a good movie or book, I like being far far away from the toob and that book just as much. Take me out, or let me take you out. Go for a walk at midnight with me, or come run around union square, or hit up Osha at 2am. Wake me up at 5am and let's go for a hike around golden gate park. Expect that sometimes, when you get home from work, I'll have gotten stuff for a picnic and I'll tell you to grab a bottle of wine.
Alone time is good. I like it, you like it. But, I do want to See you every now and again. Call me, make a date, or just leave a messege for me. Show that you we're thinking about me and I'm happy. I'll even return the favor ;)
Together time is also a good thing with someone you're seeing. Doesn't really matter how it's spent, as long as it's there.
When it comes to sex, there're a few things you should know. First off, merely "sticking it in" ain't good enough. Know how to use it, or let me help you learn. A willingness to try new things = good. a willingness to try new things should be reconsidered if they involve: a)pain on my part b)possibility of Bad Things (babys and std's both fall under this category) or c)if it just seems odd enough that asking (forhelp?). Ask anyways, as I obviously want to know what kind of stuff you're into. Maybe we can incorporate something like it into our fun, but you have to tell me about it first.
If I laugh, it's ok. I'm not laughing at you (nessecarialy). Either ask for the joke or get over it ;)
I'm more than willing to fall into bed at almost any given time with my boyfriend/lover/whatever I happen to be seeing at the time.
But, PLEASE, don't leave me as the only one ititiating things. Toss me into bed. Rub my thigh, anything. Growl if you have to. I'm not hard to convince, but if I need to talk you into sex Every Freaking Time.. it's over. You should be as into it as I am, if not more. ;) You'll quickly realize there is no 'rejection' comin' from me ;)
This list will be added to as I think of more shit that needs to go with it. I know I'm missing quite a few, but I feel these are the important ones.
kthnxbye.
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| Sunday, February 13th, 2005
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9:28 am - Morning after
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The party, in retrospect, was extremely tame.
Three of my friends showed up, total, out of the invited 9. So, Bob, once again you're on my shit list ;)
Oh well. The party, in my own still rather drunken head, went something like this:
People show up, good times.
We drink,
Aaron asks me weird ass questions which I answer in turn.
We drink.
Jordan showed up, I oggled him.
Aaron asks way more questions, many more answers bound around.
More people showed up.
Lots more was had to drink.
Chris shows up, stares at my breasts (only odd because of how long I've known him and how little we view eachother that way. So his comments were.. unexpected. Which maybe they shouldn't have been, considering he was drunk and I had tits hanging out.)
Chris leaves,
More people show up. Hooka in my room. Ben goes off on how that better not have been weed he just smoked. Dork :)
Girls start to realize Jordan is cute and surround.
Much attention at Jordan ;)
I think, elsewhere, way more drinking was going on. Also, cheesepuffs.
People start to leave, we continue to drink.
Jordan leaves with Heather,
My room empties mostly.
I go off to find sailorboy asleep on the couch in the office. He's a horrible drunk.
hang out with him for the rest of the morning until it's pass out time.
The party was not offically over until 5 am, which was when we went to sleep.
Three hours later, I'm awake (annoyed to be) and only just starting to really sober up.
I know I did things last night which are dumb, I just can't remember what exactly they were.
anyone have special stories from the party to share? ;)
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| Friday, February 11th, 2005
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7:21 am
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Well, of yesterday, the things I accomplished are the fun ones, really.
I cut Jay's hair (helped dye a little, too), anf made the cheesecakes. So much for cleaning.
Before I can leave for school and work for the day, I Must clean up my room of cat hair. My friend is flying in and is allergic to such dander.
Silly sailor, why all the cat-hate?
Class today at noon until 3, and work from 5 to 1am. Jack be nible, Jack be quick.. I might be able to get the hell out of the store by 12:30. Maybe. Dear GOD I hope so.
This means we have to have made goal by midnight, and that we get the store cleaned up, the money stuff done, etc.. no later than 12:15. Ha.
Tomorrow, Jordan. Today, Ben.
I think I'll have more fun tomorrow :)
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| Thursday, February 10th, 2005
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12:20 pm - Cheesecake and cleaning day!
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So todays plan is mainly along the lines of Suzy Homemaker. I've got one cheesecake in the oven, another one set to go in.. and too much extra puddin' to not do something with.
So with some of it, I'm experimenting. I put parchment paper and an oreo on the bottom of a muffin tin. On that, I put liberal amounts of white chocolate. On that, I put the cheesecake puddin'. On that, I put a cherry. Three of those, and now I'm out of oreos. Damn.
We'll see how That one turns out.
Also, I plan on cleaning extensively, assuming I get around to cutting Jay's hair, and assuming he dyes it within a fashional period of time. That'd be awesome. I need to finish cleaning.. um.. living room, bathrooms, and begin on the kitchen. Or so is the hope.
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| Thursday, February 3rd, 2005
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9:15 am
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So, for the sake of my sanity, classes started this week. So far I've gone to my Clothed Figure Drawing 2 class (which rocked), and my animation portfolio class. The teacher for ani portfolio is a total BBC talk show host. He really reminds me of the host from distraction, except cuter, taller, and must better at drawing. I have a feeling I'm gunna love this class. It's like watching TV! Except, you know, I actually have homework (and a LOT of it).
I had class yesterday until 11:30, which is nothin'. Unfortunately, I then had 5 and a half hours to waste for work.
But, it was well worth the wait, as when I got there, my manager told me some kick-ass news.
I got a raise :) $0.50, raise, but still. I'm now making $11.50. AT A CANDY STORE. WTF?
God, I love my job.
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