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lauren. she's 5'0", blond, cute, 26 years old and single. i work with her. she's totally cool. i call her my beer elf. but FUCK HER, because i'm completely jealous of her for once since i met her.
lauren is going to chicago this weekend, on a whim, because she went once two years ago, met a young, cute doctor and reconnected with him recently, and is now getting a free ride out there on him. completely random and i hate her for it.
i told her to buy me a shot glass. i told her to visit the park in the middle of the city and get on the swan paddle boats with her cute doctor friend. i told her she absolutely has to go to the aquarium, and the museum with the huge lion statues sitting in front of it. i told her to go to china town and ride on the EL at least twice.
welcome to the part of my life when instead of doing something like this... i am now living vicariously through someone else's memories.

take photographs. with a theme.
get a great deal on one thing you love from ebay.
buy more chapstick.
get yer hurr did/nills did/foots did.
clean/organize/rearrange your house. start with one room.
paint a wall.
frame a pretty picture.
make something crafty.
find a new yummy smelling body spray.
call your friends and talk for more than 15 minutes.
walk around the block. when it's nice out.
listen to a really good cd you haven't heard in a while. dance around your house to it, clothing optional. OR: open your sunroof or put the top down and turn the volume all the way up. sing at the top of your lungs.
burn lots of candles.
write to people on nice stationary and mail it.
plan a trip. even if you don't go.
put on makeup and put your hair up like you're going out on a first date. even if you're cleaning your house.
open windows.
make a girly drink.
cook something awesome.
read a book.
go to a movie theater by yourself. you have two options: a) go to a tearjerker and bawl your eyes out(trust me, it does make you feel better) then go eat some ice cream. or b) go to a comedy and laugh out loud.a lot.
buy one thing you really need, but have been putting off for a while just because it's a chore. ie, a new keyboard, cat litter, new socks, envelopes. the more boring, the better.
make yourself a mix cd.

Are you a morning person or a night owl?
night owl, i can't wake up any earlier than 9am and feel good at all. however i can stay up till 7am and accomplish everything and not even notice the sun rising.

What movie can you quote by heart?
hackers.

What's the last thing you usually do or think about before you fall asleep?
"what time is it and how long do i have to sleep" and "where's my cat"

What's your favorite restaurant?
tokyo cafe, best cheap sushi around. the owner knew me by name and would let me try all the new stuff before anyone else to see if it was worth it and how much she should charge for it. she also gave me discounts and free wine every once in a while, mostly because she knew i brought a ton of business there.

What are 5 things you'd like to accomplish in the next 5 years?
1. graduate from college, or at least be mostly done with a bachelors' degree.
2. get out of my mom's house and into a nice apartment with new furniture i can actually afford, not crappy hand-me-downs.
3. independence.
4. have at least 3 times the amount i now have in my roth IRA.
5. love myself.

What gameshow or reality show would you kick butt on?
the price is right. i know every game like the back of my hand and i know exactly how much they inflate their general goods' prices.

How did you meet your best friend(s)?
jennifer and dia - beginning of sophomore year, 1995. friend of a friend. my first memory of jennifer was that she was just like me, and dia was a preppy junior varsity cheerleader. i remember a few weeks after i met them and we were all sitting around at lunch.. i was playing with an army caterpillar and threw it up in the air.. amazingly enough that thing managed to go right down dia's cheerleading jersey 10 feet away from me. the look on her face was so priceless and that was so crazy to have happened i couldn't stop laughing. dia thought i was laughing at her and stopped speaking to me. it took weeks of begging her back on my knees(literally) to get her to talk to me again. we still give eachother shit about that to this day.
kristin - tommy's convenience store, downtown fort worth. i was working the cash register and talking to my boyfriend, and this kid comes in with bright green hair and a skateboard and just starts talking to me about how much she loves mark hoppus. we somehow talked for like 5 straight hours after that. she'd come in every night i worked and we became friends. so many great memories of that time period, up until i moved to california. we recorded almost everything on tape and i still listen to those sometimes and laugh my ass off. kristin, remember that fart machine? we used to be across the street from eachother and fuck with drunk people sitting on benches outside razzoo's. and homeless people. remember troll and his jizz-shirt, or whatever that thing was?! and the train tracks, and the coffee shop when you broke the cake pedestal and everyone stared at you? and bennigan's and steve who "wrote on my jeans" and you were in love with him and like hated me for that? even tho i don't remember him writing on my jeans at all. i remember him inviting us back to his house and you were like, "OKAY!" and i was like uhhhh.. no thanks. and then when i got my apt and we'd go across the street to blockbuster like every night and talk to mr. green, and one time that car drove by and the dude offered us coke and you're like, "OKAY!" and i'm like, "kristin, keep walking. NO THATS FINE THANKS" and you're like, "BUT I'M THIRSTY" and remember when all the boys would come over and drink and get high and we laughed at jesse trying to blow up my big ass inflatable chair.. and the main st arts fest with karaoke?! still some of my favorite times ever.
stefani - we met online, on the BBB! hahaha. first time in person, i flew down to fort worth from massachusettes for my 22nd birthday, and as i'm walking towards the baggage claim i see this tall ass goofy looking chick and i'm like OMG! and we ran up to eachother and hugged. and then when we were going to get my bags, the pillowcase that was holding half of my shit broke apart, and i had some smelly shiny lotion that broke in there, but i didn't realize it till we were in her car and we're like, "wow it smells really good in here" and my pillowcase was covered in glittery lotion. we went to walmart and bought goofy fucking sunglasses and listened to baby got back in the car. and that picrave party still remains the only one jigsaw joey actually ever attended. and tyler with the butcher knife!! and kristin ate the roly poly. i still have that entire video on my computer somewhere. and then we got tattoos. and tyler got his damn perfect circle tattoo that still cracks me up. and we were sitting there for hours. all the years after that are an entire book. hooraaaaaaaaaay.

Show us something with wings:

it hangs above my bed. my favorite birthday present of all time.

Show us your signature:

it's usually a lot messier than that if i'm signing a receipt and in a hurry, but i don't have any of those on me atm.

Show us a cool shadow:

you can't tell very well but we are flexing and our bags look like capes.

Show us your to-do list:

i rarely make them unless i'm stressing out big time. this was the day before i was leaving to go to fort worth for stef's wedding.

Graffiti, please:

those are my initials, and also my phone's wallpaper.

Show us what's in your pocket:

i just got off work.

Show us your desk or wall calendar:


you know you want me to come draw a scary pumpkin on your calendar too.

Show us your favorite mug:

Show us a drawing of an animal:

"liger", by emma, age 9.

Show us something you can't live without:

i would cry for months if i ever lost this or anything in it.

Show us something star-shaped.

what's the best version of mozilla to get? i still have 1.0.7 and i think it's having problems now, but i heard that one above mine sucked butt and i can't remember which one so i don't want to upgrade until i find out.
stef's wedding was awesome and i'm so glad(in the best way ever) that it's over. no more stressing out over stupid shit that shouldn't even be my problem. the only pics i have are of her getting makeup done so i'm waiting waiting waiting on the rest from kristin. amanda, did you take any? i don't think you brought a camera. hopefully stef will get a lot back from her photographer that are good. except for the one of me RIGHT when we get to the wedding site, and i'm in my bridesmaids dress trying to walk in my high heels (that gave me a blister within like, ten minutes of wearing them, no joke. it's still there btw, horrible bad mofo) and i'm sifting through shit in the backseat while stef is running away trying to make sure marc doesn't see her in her wedding dress, and i get the boxes of flowers and light up a cigarette since i couldn't smoke in the car, and turn around and bam! there's this guy taking pictures of me. come to find out, it's her photographer. so the first few shots she'll get are of me wobbling down the road in a dress, with a cigarette hanging out the side of my mouth and a bewildered look on my face, holding a huge box of daisies. awesome.
i took my car to the shop to get a new shifter knob since mine was cracked and a couple other things. on my way up to ftw the check engine light came on so i'm frantically trying to find a place to pull over on 35 while calling the shop, then he told me not to worry if i didn't feel like there was anything wrong with the car.... THEN on the way back down from ftw, there's this massive thunderstorm(lightning, wind, torrents, the whole shebang) that's coming in waves and is parallel to 35. so i'm stuck in it half the way down there, till it hit a little past waco then it stopped. but somewhere along the way when i had 10 feet of visibility in front of me and everyone was driving with their fog lights AND hazards on at the same time(it really was that bad. my mom told me to just pull over and wait it out a few times, but then she called me back and said it was parallel to 35 and moving east to west, so just try to get home asap), my passenger side windshield wiper dies on me. i'm so SO glad it wasn't the drivers' side. SO glad. so when it's all over and done with i pull up to a whataburger to get out and attempt to fix it. love the fact that there were 4 or 5 hick ass rednecks standing there watching me do this and not one of them offered to help. one even said "wiper broke?" or something like that. and i'm like, "yea, and i still have to drive to san antonio, hopefully i can figure out how to fix it" and he muttered "good luck" and then they left. to which i replied, "suck my dick, you fatass cowfucker." but not really.
aaaaaaaaaanyways. so i went to the shop today. about an hour and $85 later my car is good as new. i get in the car and the ABS light comes on. so i run back inside and tell them, they say no worries, 15 minutes later they guarantee me all the lights will be off. i thank them profusely. i get home 20 minutes later and the check engine light comes on again. fuck it. i'm not driving all the way back out there. so i call the owner and i'm like, "yea, hi, sorry to bother you. the check engine light came on just now." so you hear a reallllllllly big sigh, and then he tells me to hang on, puts the phone down. then i hear lots and lots of screaming in german. back and forth at eachother. it was kind of funny. gets back on the phone and tells me if i want to come back he'll fix it for free, but i can't come back in till next monday at the earliest. so he says that's fine. as he's putting the phone back down, i hear more screaming.
here's another question. do you tip the mechanics at your car shop when you pay them? because i asked the owner today.. in a nice way, and he said that my labor charge was so low bc it didn't take that long, but normally it's like, $70/hr and he only charged me $14. and it was about an hour. so i asked him again, and he said don't worry about it, he takes care of the mechanics. so i never really got a straight answer. do you tip? or do you just figure the labor charge pays them enough? i never know. i used to tip the guys that would change my oil, because they always knew what kind i used and it only took them like 10 minutes and i paid somewhere around $14. so i usually just gave them $20 and they'd thank me and that'd be that. this is a burning question.
so what do you do when you're broke, you have nowhere to go and you're close to empty on gas anyways? i came home and cleaned my room. i think i started at like, 3pm, and it's now close to 2am and i'm nowhere near done. this is my mini-break. i have to keep doing something to keep myself from jumping onto WoW, because that'll turn into like, 4 hours. and i could be doing so much in 4 hours. i filled up a massive box full of shit to send to people. which is always fun. getting rid of things that shouldn't be going in the trash but are a little bit nicer than dumping at salvation army. i said goodbye to my first ever toy model i made. 1993 dodge viper, blue with white racing stripes. the wheel was falling off, but i hand-painted that baby with care. i also found out that the huge ceramic/clay type piggy bank that my mom put up on the top of one of my bookshelves when i first moved here has money in it. i asked her how long it's been in there, and she says my grandparents gave that thing to me when i was really little, so she has no idea. but it's one of those ones that you have to break in order to find out, so i think i'm just gonna start putting some dollar bills in there whenever i think about it and save it up for a while.
i hung up my clock and those expandable wooden things that you use to put hats and stuff on. i even put hats and stuff on it too. i found all the receipts from bills i paid a few years ago that i just recently got removed from my credit. i found my old webcam with all the software and cables right next to it. i even found my old cdrw drive. i put my old keyboard, mouse, speakers, cdrw drive and webcam in a big box and told my mom to find someone that can use them. she works at a school, i'm sure it won't take long. i found my big cranberry candle that i was using for dinner parties last thanksgiving, so now it smells like cranberries in my room. i dusted everything so now my nose is way stuffed up and i can hardly breathe. i found a frame i bought for stef a while back and forgot to give to her(sorry stef, it actually would've gone perfect with your wedding too). i found my 512mb usb drive that i bought months ago and then lost randomly. i found it in a target bag. go figure. i found all my old stationery and postcards and actually had a place to put them this time. and i found an unopened roll of starburst. it's kind of gross coz i don't know how long i've had them, but they're damn good. mmm starburst. i have so much shit it's unbelievable. that's what happens when you move from an 800sf apt to one room. but once i get everything organized in here i can actually start selling stuff on ebay. i already found a couple things that might be worth quite a bit of money, so i'm excited.
hoooooooooraaaaaaay cleaning!

i stole this from stef.
i'm 26 and my name is angela.
do not get that confused with amanda. it's hard for people to do, i know, but don't. i'll hate you.
i grew up in the middle-class area. i wasn't dirt poor but i was never rich. i was always happy. always. up until about high school when shit hit the fan and i realized people were way better off than i was on much less. then i got all theoretical on your ass and decided to be a hippie for a while. then i switched to druggie. then to drunk. then to holier-than-thou.
now i really couldn't classify myself as any certain person(nobody ever could back then either) but i feel much more at peace with myself. i was the person that was trying to be like everyone else in high school when i was more myself than ever. i look back on it and everyone really thought i was the most original back then. whatever, it figures. but really, if anyone ever gives you advice, i've probably got better. more biased than theirs, sure. but still better. if anyone ever tries to debate with you, i bet i can debate them. to the extreme(like a vandal) i won't stop until i know everyone at least sees my pov. it really fucks me over some times but that's how i'll stay.
people either love me or hate me, but my friends tend to stay my friends for years, which is more than i can say for most people. they love me for who i am, not for how much of an ass i make myself seem in front of other people or how bitchy i come across sometimes. if i fall in love i do it head over heels or nothing at all, and then it ends pretty abruptly.
i have a very specific goal in life and i've had the same goal since i was in 8th grade. i plan to become a forensic scientist(either photographer or chemist), work for the FBI until i retire at 60(or less), move to tahiti and live with my cat and sirius satellite radio in peace until i die happy. minus the sirius radio, none of that has changed in 12+ years, and none of it looks like it will change anytime soon. sometimes i stray from that plan but i've always had the goal. i'm dead set on it now.
if you ever go out and drink with me, i'll either be a happy loving drunk, or i'll be bitch from hell. most of the time it's bitch, but if you roll your cards right who knows. i don't really care either way, because i defend my friends entirely no matter what i'm doing. i've had the most fun doing what i do and the least fun doing what other people want, so why change? people that know me, know that it doesn't sound as selfish as you think.
i like to dance. i suck at dancing. i love music. i really like horrible music. my current favorite being "bring it" by cobra starship. god that is the catchiest most annoying song anywhere, and i love it.
if i had a million dollars to spend on my house, it would have a large kitchen and a huge bathroom. i don't cook, and i don't take long baths. but that's what i would want. it would also have the kitschiest, most bachelor pad look to it in the universe. with a room dedicated to music. one half records and cassette tapes, the other half cds and a computer center with mp3s galore. round everything. bed included. think austin powers but 100x more awesome. with the "christmas story" lamp. in every room. and xeroscaping all around. dream house here i come. did i mention this would be in tahiti?!

barely made it to work to pick up my paycheck on what gas i had, then i had to put in another $7 to make it to the target before i went to deposit said paycheck.
returned the old bridesmaids shoes, got the new ones, AND picked up these babies:

so hot. got a workout shirt and a gallon of water to add to my radiator too.
went to deposit check, filled up gas tank, grocery store for beer and taco cabana for dinner. what would i do without money.
laundry homework and AQ20 the rest of the night.. FTW.

i am so fucking thankful i get monday tuesday and wednesday off. last night and tonight we had a group staying at the hotel that was a soccer team + family. 50-60 kids, 20 or so adults. those fuckers were running all over the place. i had to make popcorn so much that if i didn't really like eating it before, i really abhor it now. and most normal people know that when a trash can is full, you look for another trash can that is not full. we have three trash cans. these are not normal people. they decided to use ONE trash can, even tho two of the other ones were half-empty, and when the one was full, what did they do? oh.. just fill it up to the brim and then put more trash on top of the wooden thing that holds the trash can, so when i pull out the trash can to empty it, half of the shit goes straight behind it and onto the ground. hot dogs, chili, nacho cheese, pizza, popcorn, drinks.. everything. onto the fucking ground. i'm like, "are you kidding me?!" out loud. apparently one of the soccer moms was standing close by and heard me.. what does she say? "sorry about that, we figured you would notice it was full before you pulled it out." i just stare at her like "...." and then a -_- . then she just walks away. walks the fuck away. while spilled margaritas are slowly making their way around the chili and upside down pizza, to my shoes. and if i have to clean up any more straw wrappers or empty soda cups from RIGHT NEXT TO THE TRASH CAN every five minutes i'm going to find any kid, doesn't matter who he is, and tell him to go walk in front of my moving car. slowly. i did have fun yelling at them for making copies of their smushed faces and hands on the printer in the computer room.. and then i had more fun telling a small group of them that if they didn't stop pressing the emergency button on the elevator that i was going to find out which room they were staying in, go tell their parents and have them kicked out. then i told them there were coyotes in the woods right behind us and that they were very hungry. my boss got a kick out of that one.
i need a beer and i don't get paid till tuesday. i have 3 gallons of gas right now and i have to make it to the target 20 minutes away and back tomorrow. i swear to god if i have any gas left after that i'm going up to my old job and drinking for free. i might could talk them into stealing some beers to take home with me too. meh depends on if the bosses are there. oh shiner and honey brown, how i've missed you so.

i started school monday, and my last class mondays, wednesdays and fridays is now cardio combo. monday we didn't do anything physical, but wednesday we had to see how many push-ups we could do out of 35(i got 25) and how many crunches we could do out of 75(i did all 75). my abs hurt until friday, when we had to run a mile and a half, timed. now every single one of my leg and foot muscles are sore as hell. anytime i sit or sleep for extended periods and then get up, they hurt even more. next monday is a holiday, but wednesday we're going to start kickboxing. :O
last night i went to first friday with dia, and had a great time. we talked with a ton of people there, ran into her ex eric(he's an asshole), then walked down to some other place a couple blocks away and she ran into tons of friends there. we talked for a while there but they had already stopped serving beer at midnight, so we walked another couple of blocks to this really chill bar. i sat and drank shiner and fed quarters to those cool computer game touch-screen things that sit on bars until i got the highest score of tri-castles and ran out of quarters. then we talked some more with her friends and left around 1.30 or so, and ended up at mama margie's for food. we sat and talked about social problems i've been having lately and how she was proud of me for not being a drunk bitch to most of the guys there(i tend to automatically do that.. defense mechanism, or something) except for her ex, who reminded me of stef's ex chris when he drinks.. we clashed on a few things and he started to get really pissed off and tried to start a fight, but i just stuck out my hand and was like, "hey, we're cool man, we're cool. i'm probably never gonna see you again anyways." when we were leaving my mom called me and was wondering where i was, and that's when i noticed it was already 3am! i couldn't believe we sat and had a great conversation for so long, shit usually doesn't happen with us anymore.
oh and i learned the greatest trick, and i can actually do it over the intarwebs too.. check it:
think of a number 1-10. now double it. now add 6. now divide that number in half. now subtract the original number from that number. what did you end up with? if you did the right math, you got 3. and i'm psychic. just kidding. but it's awesome and i'm using it forever now. every party i go to i will be using that, so watch out stef, i'll be the psychic bridesmaid!
i get paid on tuesday, which is awesome, because i used the wrong card to pay for beers last night and i need to get some money in there before i go over. :/ then NEXT weekend, melissa and roger are coming down from dallas to hang out with friends in austin, and friday night they're gonna stay at my hotel and we're gonna go to sushi zushi!!! yay. people that will actually enjoy sushi with me. i'm so happy. hopefully it will all work out, considering who is involved and their random plan-changings.
i also ran into this online:
http://www.people.cornell.edu/pages/wml3/pdf/megatips.pdf
and would recommend it to anyone who waits tables for a living. great advice, i can attest to 99% of it.
two best quotes in the universe:
"i am SICK of these MOTHERFUCKIN SNAKES... on this MOTHERFUCKIN PLANE!"
"okay listen up.. we need to put a barrier between US.. and the SNAKES!"
god i loved snakes on a plane. altho the end song "bring it" is still stuck in my head a week later, and now it's driving me fucking insane. i still need to see talladega nights, because every time i talk to the girls at my old job they're always telling me that i piss excellence.
i've gone through boxes of crap in the last week, which makes me feel great about getting my room cleaned up a bit more. there's just so much shit everywhere and i need to put it away. i have drawers emptied and half of my closet ready to load up, but everything's still sitting in the middle of my floor. driving me crazy.
plans for this upcoming week:
monday - no school! 1/2 price books with jennifer and some kind of food/drinks to follow.
tuesday - try on bridesmaids dress and figure out if i need to get it altered
wednesday - after school, going out with amanda and justin to a gay bar :X
thursday - laundry then work
friday - school then work then melissa and roger sushi time!
saturday and sunday - lazy then work
good week ahead of me. good week.