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Thursday, January 15th, 2004
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10:26 am - A quickie
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This'll be brief because I need to finish getting ready for work (cause I slept in...like 8 full hours last night! Ah, sleep, glorious sleep!...).
Zee journal is going to be friends only. So comment in the next few days or...well, or you can't read all the perfectly marvelous of my thrillingly scandalous life! (shameless Cabaret rip-off)
Kisses!
current mood:  calm
current music: a car commercial on the radio
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| Wednesday, January 14th, 2004
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8:37 pm - Somebody's talking about me!
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Yep yep, they are. Isn't that what they say when your ears ring? Well, yeah, cause they are.
ANYWHO.
Work was insanely boring today. I made about $30 which is actually decent for lunch, but I still got cut by 2:30. I guess it's just a slow time of year. Or that's what everyone keeps telling me. Dude. I don't CARE if it's a slow time of year, I still need money! Grr.
:( Am not going to see Alan tonight. There's some huge convention in town and half the people came to RiRa's for karaoke night, so he'll be there till like 2:30 and then he has to work a double tomorrow, so he called this afternoon and was like "I hate to say it, but if I don't go straight home and go to sleep after work tonight...I might be dead by Friday morning." I agree, babe. I think they're trying to kill him, the poor thing. It's still wicked decent of him to call and let me know that he wouldn't be able to get off early tonight so I didn't show up and get mad that he was too tired to do anything. *sigh* What a nice guy. It's refreshing, you know? After all this SHIT with Chris, having somebody be nice and plain and simple and "Hey, I like you, let's go out" is AMAZING...as opposed to the whole "Hey, I like you, but not really, but yes really, but I have a girlfriend, but I don't like her, but blah blah BLAH."
Maybe I'll see if anyone wants to go to RiRa's with me tomorrow night...before I go to NY for a week and all that. Hrrmmm.
Slightly amusing side note: when guys from Co. Cork say "bar" it sounds like they're imitating a pirate. Like "BAAARRRRR." Heheheh.
Forgot to mention the 2 fabulously funny quotes of me and Jules fun night...
Dude...you have to RESPECT the bagpipe.
You know, after ballet class, don't you feel like you just want to say "MOO?"
( and on that note...quizzes! )
Sleeeeeepy...soooooo sleepy. I think I've kinda been pushing it the last few weeks, going out every night and working almost every morning. Perhaps not such a grand idea. Perhaps will control my behavior.
Mmm, but I really want another Stoli Raspberry and Red Bull. Alan is mucho creative. And dude. STOLI. OK, pimp meister!
current mood:  good
current music: my ears are ringing for some reason...
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3:31 am - Ladeedadeedaaaaaaa...
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OK, so the evening started off rather calmly. Jules and I went to ballet class, ate a bit of dinner, came back to my house. We decide "Hey, let's go over to RiRa's; Gastonia's boring, at least it's a nice atmosphere." WELL. Went to RiRa's. Alan was working. Evening sort of followed as this...
Me: Hey, that's Alan, that's the cute Irish bartender I have a crush on.
Jules: Go talk to him.
Me: Nah, I'm a big chicken; I'll just sit here and drool whenever he walks by.
Jules: *rolls eyes*
Me: Dude, I gave him my number in MARCH and he NEVER CALLED. He must hate me.
Jules: *rolls eyes*
--a bit later--
Jules: Write your number on the receipt and tell the waitress to give it to him.
Me: No!
Jules: YES!
Me: Grr...OK, well wait till I'm in the bathroom...I don't want him to see you do it.
Jules: *rolls eyes*
Me: *goes to bathroom, comes back, receipt is gone* Well, did you do it?
Jules: Yep. Let's bounce.
Me: Alright. Let's go over to Connelly's for a bit; it's still kinda early.
--a bit later--
Drunk Annoying Dutch Guys: Blah blah blah blah blah...
Jules: Riiiiight.
Me: Riiiiight.
Jules: Cammie...look...over...THERE.
Me: What are you talking about? I have to go to the potty.
Me: *goes to the bathroom, comes back, Jules is telling Dutch guys we're both engaged* OK, I'm back.
Jules: CAMMIE.
Me: WHAT?
Jules: GO TO THE BAR AND GET ANOTHER WATER. NOW.
Me: *looks puzzled* Um...OK. *goes to bar, gets a water, glances to the left, sees Alan sitting 10 inches away*
Alan: Cameron.
Me: Uhhhhhh...hi.
Alan: Sit down, talk to me.
Me: Um...OK, yeah. *sits down*
Alan: Just wanted you to know that I'm not really a bastard; I never called you because I was having a dramatic breakup with this chick and I didn't really want to call ANYBODY.
Me: Oooooohhh...right. Well, uh, that's cool.
Alan: OK. Well, ah, can I buy you a drink?
Me: Sure. Hey! Julie!
Jules: *joins us*
--an hour or so later--
Alan: So when are you moving to NY?
Me: In a month or so.
Alan: Just my luck.
Me: *squees silently* Yeah, well...
Alan: *continues being incredibly cool, buying drinks, offering cigarettes, helping Jules get away from more annoying drunk non-Dutch guys*
--a bit later--
Alan: Well, my cab's here.
Me: Yeah.
Alan: I'll see you later then?
Me: Alright, yeah. Sure. Bye.
Alan: Bye. *lingering handshake type thing*
--a bit later, at the Waffle House--
Jules: AWWWWW!
Me: AWWWW!
Jules: See, I TOLD you he'd call you.
Me: Well, he still hasn't called me. Maybe he was just being friendly. *cell phone starts ringing*
Jules: Oh. My. God.
Me: *answers phone...it's Alan...we make plans to get together tomorrow night when he gets off work*
--now--
Me: *completely, totally, in shock*
Dude. What. a. night. SO do not want to go to work tomorrow morning. Yet really don't care.
Hey, if Chris wants to play games? Well FINE. I'll find somewhere else to direct my fucking attention. And he's being completely straight up from the get-go. Actually said "Well, you're leaving in a month...what if we, you know, really like each other?" And I was all "Yeah, that'd suck. But still...I don't want to just not DO anything because I'm leaving. That'd be stupid." And he's all "True. Well...I'll see you tomorrow then?" And I'm all "Yep!" And he's all "Alright then. Goodnight love."
Don't you love how Irish guys call everyone LOVE?
*jumps up and down uncontrollably*
OK, I reeeeeeeallly need to go to bed. I have to be at work in 7 hours...
current mood: ecstatic
current music: nothing.....but I don't CARE! *whistles*
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| Monday, January 12th, 2004
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3:49 pm - YAAAAAAAY for jerky!
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Anybody else love beef jerky? Namely Jack Link's Teriyaki flavor?
OK, maybe not. What can I say; I'm odd like that.
Anywho...work was soooooo slow today. Was cut by 1:00! Didn't even have a table until 11:45 (we open at 11). Only made $9, which is not surprising considering I only had 4 tables and they all ordered wicked cheap stuff (we're talking like a water and a salad...). But I guess it was all good because I had a bunch of errands to run. Which included picking up my pictures. Dude. Funny stuff. There's a really good one of me, Heather, and Jenny looking all cute on the couch and then Justin's next to us mooning the camera with his big hairy butt. Fun times, no?
Heh, and since I'm on a roll with my Chris-crush here, I might as well post the SEXY picture...
As my mother said the other night, I wouldn't kick him out of bed for eatin crackers! (on a side note, I can't believe she actually said that...mucho disturbing...)
( quizzeeeeeees... )
Um...weird. Just got off the phone w/Jules; she's coming up here from Columbia to visit since this is the last time I'll see her before she leaves for France on the 20th. And um...yeah. She likes my ex-boyfriend, Todd. He likes her. They got drunk on sake and made out last weekend.
*blinks*
I'm not jealous at all but just...shocked. But not really shocked. I should've seen it coming; she's been on and on about him for months now, and she's talked to him more in the past week than I have in the past YEAR. But yo.
What a weird situation. The friend who set me up w/my ex is now talking to said ex. Not only THAT, but HER ex, who contributed in setting me and Todd up, lives with Todd...and CAUGHT them making out. However, Todd has a "sometimes girl," who just happens to be Jules current roommate, Anne. Anne supposedly isn't mad, but Todd is still dating Anne despite having feelings for Jules. Wow, sounds familiar. CHRIS AND DALLAS, HELLOOOO.
I'm sorry, did I just accidentally walk into a soap opera like a couple months ago? Things have just gradually gotten weirder and more dramatic...
current mood:  weird
current music: nothin at all
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| Sunday, January 11th, 2004
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11:27 pm - Pffffft...
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I hate working Sunday lunches. It's busy as hell and people give shitty tips. And, of course, TODAY I started my period in the middle of our worst rush. James stops me on the way to put a tampon in saying "You can't go to the bathroom right now!" And I say "Oh yes I can." And he goes "Excuse me?" And I say, "Look, James, I don't want to be crude, but I started my period about 20 minutes ago and am now bleeding all over the place and if I DON'T go to the bathroom RIGHT NOW I am a walking health hazard and it's YOUR FAULT." He just sort of blinked at me and goes "Um, OK, you want me to take bread to table 53?" *giggle* Don't you love wielding womanly power sometimes? RAWWWR!
In interesting news, I'm REALLY glad I didn't go over to O'Charley's with Jen and Jenny last night. Cause I would've been up till 5 am patching up Tom and Summey. Apparently they were just sitting there around 1 am and these 5 guys, only 1 of which they knew, just jumped Tom in the middle of the bar. And I mean JUMPED. They like pounded his fucking head into the wall and shit. Apparently his eye is the size of a baseball, he has cuts all over his face, a concussion, and a busted lip. Not cool. The girls don't know what he did to provoke it, but knowing him he was running his mouth about something. For somebody who runs his mouth like that he needs to learn how to defend himself. Either that or he just needs to learn when to SHUT THE FUCK UP. Thank God Summey was there, though, b/c he held off like 3 or 4 of them. He came into work today and just had kind of a swollen lip. Heheh, Itold him nobody'd notice; he just has a Elvis pouty thing goin on this week. I'm so considerate! But yeah. *sigh* Did I mention men are retarded? Because, um, yeah, they are.
You're a Tenor Sax. Two tenors walk in to a bar...
What is your inner musical instrument?
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Groovy. I was not aware of that.
Fun-sounding meme from [ Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<lj-user="sammytagal">') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] I hate working Sunday lunches. It's busy as hell and people give shitty tips. And, of course, TODAY I started my period in the middle of our worst rush. James stops me on the way to put a tampon in saying "You can't go to the bathroom right now!" And I say "Oh yes I can." And he goes "Excuse me?" And I say, "Look, James, I don't want to be crude, but I started my period about 20 minutes ago and am now bleeding all over the place and if I DON'T go to the bathroom RIGHT NOW I am a walking health hazard and it's YOUR FAULT." He just sort of blinked at me and goes "Um, OK, you want me to take bread to table 53?" *giggle* Don't you love wielding womanly power sometimes? RAWWWR! In interesting news, I'm REALLY glad I didn't go over to O'Charley's with Jen and Jenny last night. Cause I would've been up till 5 am patching up Tom and Summey. Apparently they were just sitting there around 1 am and these 5 guys, only 1 of which they knew, just jumped Tom in the middle of the bar. And I mean JUMPED. They like pounded his fucking head into the wall and shit. Apparently his eye is the size of a baseball, he has cuts all over his face, a concussion, and a busted lip. Not cool. The girls don't know what he did to provoke it, but knowing him he was running his mouth about something. For somebody who runs his mouth like that he needs to learn how to defend himself. Either that or he just needs to learn when to SHUT THE FUCK UP. Thank God Summey was there, though, b/c he held off like 3 or 4 of them. He came into work today and just had kind of a swollen lip. Heheh, Itold him nobody'd notice; he just has a Elvis pouty thing goin on this week. I'm so considerate! But yeah. *sigh* Did I mention men are retarded? Because, um, yeah, they are. <img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/sax0m0f0ne/1060734979_turestenor.gif" border="0" alt="HASH(0x87fbd94)"><br>You're a Tenor Sax. Two tenors walk in to a bar... <br><br><a href="http://quizilla.com/users/sax0m0f0ne/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20inner%20musical%20instrument%3F/"> <font size="-1">What is your inner musical instrument?</font></a><BR> <font size="-3">brought to you by <a href="http://quizilla.com">Quizilla</a></font> Groovy. I was not aware of that. Fun-sounding meme from <lj-user="sammytagal"> Recommend to Me: 1. A Movie 2. A Book 3. A musical artist, song, or album. 4. An LJ user not on my friends list. 5. Something to do in the next two months; something daring or adventuresome. And before I go, I think I'll let you all observe the object of Thursday's drama. <img src="http://www.photos.hiveports.com/albums/userpics/10086/normal_chriscute.jpg" alt="title or description" /> As I'm reminding myself constantly, sure he's cute, but nothing to freak out about, right? Or wrong?........*head explodes into thousands of tiny pieces*
current mood:  cynical
current music: the DKM version of "Fields of Athenry" is stuck in my head
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| Saturday, January 10th, 2004
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2:41 pm - Here we go Sheila!
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I loff Gaelic Storm. 'Tis what I listened to all the way home from Heather and Jen's at 6:30 this morning...yeah, oops. Went over there last night saying "OK, I won't stay past 1, so I can get to sleep at a normal hour." Riiiiiight. Was extremely fun night though, all things considered.
--Saw Ryan drunk off his ass for the first time ever. You know, it never ceases to amaze me how people will drink insane amounts of alcohol and then act really amazed at the fact that they're drunk. The boy was drinking straight Captain Morgans for like 2 or 3 hours. HELLO. Anywho, he was v. funny and falling over a lot, and then he started dancing around like he was in the "Thriller" video which was EXTREMELY funny. I think there were some pictures taken.
--Ooh, pictures. Yeah, I think there were a LOT of pictures taken. Am just now wondering if I put my camera back in my purse...
--Summey and I wound up talking for like 2 hours. OK, so we were a little stoned and still buzzing from the alcohol (I think I had maybe 3 drinks and 2 shots...but that was over like 7 hours), but we were absolutely cracking each other the fuck up. It's kinda funny, that; talking until 6 am w/somebody you barely know. But, damn, I wish somebody had been recording us. Cause we were really funny.
--Just to let everybody know, when you stare at the DVD Magnavox screen for a while it looks like a face. Then if you stare at it even LONGER, it looks like a bunny rabbit wearing a visor with his ears poking out the top. Hey, just thought I'd share.
--Tom peed. OK, eww. Cannot even believe that I was witness to that. He was passed out in the chair and Jenny was passed out in his lap and their arms were kinda flopped over each other's faces, so it was pretty funny to begin with b/c I don't really know how they didn't suffocate. Anyways, about 5:30 Tom starts pawing at the floor with his foot, kinda like a horse. I'm all "Dude, what's he doing?" and Summey's all "I dunno" and I'm all "Is he trying to get up?" and Summey's all "Maybe he needs to pee."
Well, no sooner was that out of his mouth then we hear this odd noise...sort of like somebody turned a hose on in the corner of the den...yep, you guessed it. The boy peed. Like not just a "Oops, I laughed too hard and peed a little." But I mean like "I've been saving it up all night and now I'm gonna piss like a racehorse." Summey like stops talking and looks at me w/his eyes all big and I'm all "What's that?" And he's all "Um..." and I'm all "Jesus Mary and Joseph, please tell me that's not what I think it is." And of course it WAS. And, yeah, I think we laughed hysterically for like 30 minutes. Finally managed to wake Jenny up and then she finally managed to wake Tom up and she took him home.
Quotes of the night:
Summey: Cameron, that was not pee. That was a cloud burst.
Me: That wasn't a cloud burst, that was a fucking rainstorm. It's typhoon season in here.
(after Summey and I managed to roll Ryan up in the futon mattress w/out him waking up)
Me: He looks like a taco.
Summey: He's a taco! No...he's a KLOCKO! (Ryan's last name is Klocker...*gigglesnort*)
Anyways. I'll tell about my drunken shenanigans from Wed. night as well b/c there's a long dramatic post from Thurs. that doesn't really fit the mood I've set here...
Wed. night I was in Raleigh and wound up going out w/my sister, Kristen, and her best friend, Brooke. Girls night out and all that. Well, yeah, I got pretty fuckin drunk. At one point took a Jaeger shot and had to go splash water on my face in the bathroom and, DUDE, it took me about 5 minutes to stagger over there. Craziness. Ack, and I got molested by a shady emo boy! No, seriously! Lemme explain.
This guy, Mike, who'd been hanging out w/us all night, who Kristen and Brooke sorta kinda know (he's the bouncer at this bar they always go to), was pretty cute, right? Well, so I was flirting. Sure, why not? Well, he just kept getting friskier and friskier and finally, when Kristen offered to drive him home b/c he had no ride we're standing there waiting on her to unlock the car and he sticks his tongue down my throat. Right in front of my sister! OK, I don't know how YOUR siblings are about stuff like that, but mine are super protective over me b/c I'm the baby by a LOT (Kristen and John are 5 years older, Candi's 8 years older). So sticking your tongue down my throat in front of my big sister is just...not a good idea. Kristen was all "Oh my GOD, Mike, what the fuck?" and he's all "Sorry, I couldn't help it, Kristen, your sister's so hot." HELLO, I'm standing here! Anyways, we drove him home and the entire way he was trying to stick his hand in my shirt and Kristen couldn't really do anything but drive, of course. And he's all "Can't I come sleep at your place? Invite me over! Come on, invite me!" And we're like "Nah, that's OK." And we got to his fucking house and he's all "Kristen, can your sister stay here? I promise I'll bring her back in the morning." Um...EXCUSE ME? I don't know if you noticed, once again, but I'm RIGHT HERE. NOT DEAF. OR MUTE.
*snort* Men. They're just fucking retarded, basically.
And that, my friends, is a good intro for my next post. Which I will make after I do all the other shit I need to do this afternoon. And eat some lunch too. :)
current mood:  amused
current music: "Johnny Tarr"--Gaelic Storm
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| Monday, January 5th, 2004
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10:20 pm - Who needs a house out in Hackensack?
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I don't know, Mr. Joel, who DOES?...
Today was pretty uneventful, really. Drove down to Columbia for a really long voice lesson; worked on stuff for upcoming auditions, gossiped w/my voice teacher, etc.
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Colin Farell
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What Celebirty are you going to MARRY?!(14 outcomes with pics for anyone)
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Had to leave this one uncut...cause despite the mispellings and slightly inaccurate personal description of my Colin, I just wanted you all to know that I didn't cheat and still got him. So HA! Ha, ha, ha, HA! *looks smug*
My life is rated NC-17.
What is your life rated?
Oh, and that too. Which you probably already knew.
Something that I was pondering last night around 2 am (I guess that'd be this morning, huh)...if my great-uncle or great-aunt had children, what would they be called? ALSO, my cousins have children...what are THEY called? I thought that one would be second cousins but I dunno. Anybody? Anybody? Bueller?
Am going up to Raleigh Wed. to visit my sisters and my niece and nephews...and to see This Day An Age play. I'm not going just to see Chris perform, I swear! I'm really going to see my family. But they're gonna BE there, and they're playing a show in Raleigh Thurs. night, and it'd be SILLY for me NOT to go if I'm there...*cough* Why are you looking at me like that?
I'm gonna go in tomorrow and ask off work for my week to look for apartments in NY too...so we'll see how that goes. I'm hoping James or Andrew'll be there, I get along with THEM. I might as well ask how easy it is to get transferred to different Red Lobsters. I mean if I could make twice per week what I make now, which I figure would be likely in Times Square, I could meet my rent and then some. Even less than that, maybe like 1.5 times what I make now. Like say I make on avg. $75/dinner and $30/lunch right now and I work 3 dinners and 2 lunches a week. That's $285. If I could make twice that much a week...DUDE. Yeah. So hopefully that little meeting'll go well tomorrow.
I might look around to see if anybody wants to work my lunch on Wed. cause if anybody WILL then I can drive up to Winston-Salem to visit Sarah, Jim, Kim, Cindy, and Jay, aka surrogate family #2 (Sarah, Eddie, Maria, and Ronnie being surrogate family #1...yep, Sarah's an overlapping surrogate).
OK, now I'm kinda talking to myself, huh.
Oi vey, I've had "Let Er Rip" by the Dixie Chicks stuck in my head for like an hour. I hate when your brain gets stuck on repeat like that.
Teehee, funny stories from Sat. night. Me, Jenny, and Summey went over to Thomas's and were drinking some beer and reading Battle of the Sexes cards and Summey flipped out because I knew what a chuppa was (say it like huh-pa), you know, the thing you get married under at a Jewish wedding. Here I am, my little Catholic self wearing a damn crucifix 2 feet away from the boy, and he's all "That's not fair! You're cheating!" He screams at Thomas, "She's cheating! She's Jewish!" I thought Thomas was gonna pee himself. Then he's trying to light a cigarette w/a match and is shaking the match to put it out, manages to get a spark on his BACK, and LIGHTS HIMSELF ON FIRE. His sweater was on fire. He screamed like a girl, man. I threw a water on him and all was cool in like 15 seconds, but dude. Funny shit.
Oh, and one more story--Don Vito was at RJ Gator's in Gastonia! You know, Don Vito! Like on Viva La Bam! He was there w/some dudes from Charlotte that are friends w/one of my managers, Andrew. And yeah. Coolness, huh. Gastonia's all famous and shit now.
Alright, I'll shut up, I swear. Am going to read some more of Anise's "Jewel of the Harem: The Grindelwald Continuum." 'Tis growing addictive. :)
current mood:  content
current music: "Still Rock n Roll To Me"--Billy Joel
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| Sunday, January 4th, 2004
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3:25 am - Because I'm freakin wide awake for some reason...
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Dude. Made $100 in tips tonight. This is momentous for Da Lobstah. Go me! Go me! Go go go me! *booty dance*
Anywho.
p>
You're Ireland!
Mystical and rain-soaked, you remain mysterious to many people, and this
makes you intriguing. You also like a good night at the pub, though many are just as
worried that you will blow up the pub as drink your beverage of choice. You're good
with words, remarkably lucky, and know and enjoy at least fifteen ways of eating a potato.
You really don't like snakes.
Take the Country Quiz at
the Blue Pyramid</p>
Well I'll be damned. I didn't even try to get that!
( LOTR meme thingy )
current mood: awake
current music: "Movin Out"--Billy Joel
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| Saturday, January 3rd, 2004
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1:52 am - WOOOOOOOOOO!
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That was the police siren to warn everybody...you have a REBEL on your hands! Yep, that's right. I am a juvenile delinquent. OK, not really juvenile. But delinquent nonetheless. So guess who got "written up" and had to have "performance counseling" tonight. Yup. Yours truly. According to our newest assistant manager (who, by the way, is just a real pain in the ass...he makes James look SLACK), I "neglected responsibilities and exhibited behavior that was unfit for a Red Lobster crewmember" and that "further action of this nature would lead to termination." And what, pray tell, did I do? I cussed. In the kitchen. Yep, that's right. New Year's Eve, a horribly busy night in which our food was running WAY slow, an appetizer of mine took almost an hour to come out...and I said "fuck."
*blinks*
Now, I don't know how many times I've seen people come into work 30-45 min. late. Or drunk. . Or totally stoned. Or jacked up on enough coke to kill a horse. But I get written up for cussing. Oh, and apparently the table complained about the service...because the cooks lost their ticket and never made their appetizer...and this is MY fault why?...right. I don't want to waste energy being mad about this, but give me a fucking BREAK. He didn't even yell at me all that much for the guest complaining. The fact that I cussed apparently is momentous. Because nobody EVER cusses...in a restaurant kitchen...
Dude. To quote Rick Moranis in Spaceballs, "I knew it--I'm surrounded by assholes!"
Moving on.
New Years Eve was pretty uneventful. Had a hellish night at work, like I said, the food was coming out SO FUCKING SLOW, and of course the customers all blame it on the waiter/waitress, so tips were SHIT. Then we had big parties being really loud and mean. And I wound up having to CLOSE w/Jenny. So we didn't leave till 11:45. Went over to O'Charleys in time for the ball to drop, there was nobody there so we left. Then went to Boardwalk Billy's. Ran into a couple friends from high school, talked to them for a bit, had a drink, some ex-boyfriend of Jenny's invited us over to his place. So went over there, hung out w/him and his friends, smoked a teeny bit of weed, drank a couple beers, watched tv, and went home. Heheh, but one of em was pretty cute...Dustin. Hrrm. Jenny says he's single. Supposedly she's gonna see if him and some of the other guys want to come bowling w/us tomorrow night.
Oh, and now the work rumor mill has started on ME, apparently since I went out w/Ryan and Cristine a week or so ago, people thought I hooked up w/Ryan?...Um, no. Hate to burst anyone's bubble, but...no. Ah, and everybody also knows that Thomas tried to be all romantic and shit with me that night before Christmas. Well everybody except his retAHded girlfriend. I'm just not even gonna GO there.
Anywho, I'm gonna go beddy-bye. Hair appt. in the morning. YAY!
current mood:  apathetic
current music: that damn Final Fantasy commercial that comes on constantly
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| Tuesday, December 30th, 2003
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10:20 pm - BOREDOM.
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9:21 pm - Heed my advice with care for it's the only way we communicate...
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OK, I wish you all could hear Chris sing this song, especially in person. Because oh. my. GOD. His voice is phenomenally sexy. It's an...eargasm. Yep, that's it. An EARGASM. Har har...I'm so funny.
David called me today to discuss NY plans. Apparently isn't so easy for him to get me a job as he's currently living in England at his hotel (yes, he has a hotel), but he's going to make some calls to see if there's extra shifts at his bar that I can pick up. Word. Also, he has a friend, Alistair, who's wanting to move to NY and is looking for a roomie. So David's going to give my # to Ally (teehee, that's apparently his nickname) and maybe we can find a place together. *cough* Wonder if he's cute...Nah, but the conversation was slightly odd. He is *SO* in love with my sister. It's like...ridiculous. He said that, and I quote, "he'll do anything to help me out because I should've been his sister-in-law." AWW! Then he got all mushy and launched into mooning over how he screwed up 3 years ago because he decided to move to England and open this hotel and that's why him and Kristen broke up and yadda yadda yadda, and how he hates Sam (Kristen's soon-to-be ex-husband) because he treats Kristen horribly. And I could totally commiserate on THAT point, b/c I hate Sam too; why wouldn't I hate a man who verbally abuses and has attempted to physically abuse my sister? He's scum and deserves to be treated as such. Not to mention the fact that Kristen's psycho of a mother blames KRISTEN for all of her and Sam's problem and has, GET THIS, decided to let Sam live with her rent-free while Kristen and my nephew must move out and get their own place.
Also discovered that the attempted idyllic weekend getaway planned by David for Kristen and him was NOT solely interrupted by Kristen getting Rocky Mtn. Spotted Fever (although, yeah, that kinda put a damper on things)...ACTUALLY Sam apparently busted up in things and made threats and got all crazy-like. *sigh* I really wish Kristen would get back together with David. I really do. He's been there for her when her own husband and mother WEREN'T; he's the only guy she's ever been with that treated her worth a crap. And he still loves her! He'd marry her in a second if she said yes. But she's just like me. They fell in love really fast, and she's all crazy independent like I am and she freaked out when he moved to England and wanted her to marry him and come w/him. And I understand her fear and I understand that I would've done the exact same thing b/c I'm just like that...but since it's not ME, I can sort of look at it objectively. I dunno. It's weird. But David's fucking cool as hell. If nothing else I can keep his friendship as well as as his connections...
You'd be most likely be fancied by Pippin (Peregrin
Took), 'Pip' to his friends! You love food and
silly fun, and ale and songs. Watch out, the
cute crinkle in his nose when he laughs is
deadly!
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How adorable.
Heheh, sorry, little interlude there. And one more, stolen from ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) mbmargarita
( Bold the ones you've seen. )
Pervy: You know a good looking man when you see one
and you aren't afraid to admit it. You're not
above the odd ribald comment.
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Damn straight.
I'll be back to do surveys, but I'll cut them all. Cause I'm bored as hell yet feel no need whatsoever to be productive since I was online all day looking for apartments and jobs...
current mood: bitchy
current music: "Nirvana"--This Day An Age
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| Monday, December 29th, 2003
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2:13 pm - I've got an answer--I'm going to fly away
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Mum is downstairs rocking out to her Crosby, Stills, & Nash cd that she got for Christmas. I'm enjoying it as well...yes, I like some hippie music. So sue me.
Worked awful shifts Fri. and Sat. night and yesterday lunch. People are just.....*shakes head* there's no description accurate. They just need to die. A horrible, twitching, painful death. And the beautiful thing? It's all because of this goddamn all-you-can-eat shrimp thing...which will be here until FEBRUARY. *bangs head on desk* People are MEAN about their damn shrimp! It's ridiculous! And...yeah. Oh, but apparently I'm hilarious; Thomas has been going on and on about something I said the other night that he just thought was SO FUCKIN FUNNY and he can't remember what it was. Don't you hate when people say that? "Man, you said somethin the other night and it was so funny...but I don't remember what it was." Um...OK, thanks for not really remembering? Right. ANYWAYS.
Went to RiRas w/Cristine and Ryan Sat. night. Was a pretty short trip as me and Cristine had to close so we didn't leave work until 11:30 and then we both had to go change clothes before driving to Charlotte. So we went over to her house first. She has this really painfully annoying dog named Ginger that has one of those awful high-pitched barks, and of course she barked the whole 15-20 min. we were there. But her parents were v. nice and were sitting there smoking a blunt and watching pay-per-view hockey, haha. Then we headed to Charlotte. Saw Merrill, he's moving to Ohio today. :( What a nice guy...as Madeline Kahn said in Blazing Saddles. He gave me a big hug and bought me a beer. :) Then some dude Chuck, who was middle-aged and feeling v. jolly b/c he had just won $500 on the UVA game (I told Dad about that, he was v. proud) bought us all 2 more rounds. And Alan was there! *squees* Alan...man oh man. So so so v. cute. Big brown puppy dog eyes, dimples, and he's from DUBLIN for God's sake! That's swoon-able in and of itself! Eh, but I was a big chicken and wasn't drunk enough to talk to him so I just sat there like a ninny and swooned every time he walked by. Ryan's still giving me shit. He says I have to go back and talk to him or he's no longer my drinking buddy. I was like "Well you have to come with me, I can't go by myself!" And he's all "You can't take a GUY with you when you're trying to meet a guy! Take Cristine!" Bah. So I guess I'll go back w/Crisitine.
Then there's Thomas, which is still entirely unresolved. He still flirts his ass off. And now Chris Summey, ANOTHER guy I work with (who's also pretty damn cute) has started in on the flirting. Dude...what is going ON? Is it the WEATHER?
Alan as the Emcee!
Dark, decadent, and highly sensual, he'll certainly
be the master of your ceremonies. Since
it's only a one-night-stand, you're both in it
solely for the kicks and the licks. Besides, he
doesn't care much.
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Um, OK, I can live with that...eh, who'm I kidding? *drools all over keyboard*
Anyways. I'm going to make myself a cup of tea.
( Am back...time for survey! )
Now THAT'S done. It's time for a sandwich and Two Towers. Hey, I have to CLOSE New Years Eve and OPEN New Years Day. I need a couple days to do nothing.
current mood: apathetic
current music: the ER theme song stuck in my head
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| Friday, December 26th, 2003
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11:07 am - Happy Christmas!
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Teehee, I just pretended I was foreign there. But, yeah, I hope everybody had a good one.
I made a pretty good haul this year...
--v. groovy 80s looking fur bomber jacket
--new bottle of Chance (as am down to the dregs of current one)
--"Everybody Loves an Irish Girl" t-shirt
--cute pink shirt w/blue and yellow stars on
--$50 Express gift card
--pretty silver Celtic crucifix necklace
--new Dropkick Murphys cd
--Two Towers dvd (the huge one w/4 dvds and all the documentaries and stuff)
--Singin In the Rain dvd (the collectors edition one)
--Mike & Merv, aka the quintessential Irish step dance practice music cd
--big warm fluffy slippers
--red sweater w/zipper down front and huge sleeves for my gorilla-like arms (it's a running joke in my family that I have monkey arms...seriously, my arms are like abnormally long)
So...yeah. WOO!
Also, went to see Return Of the King finally yesterday. It fucking ruled. Just wondering, can I be Eowyn when I grow up? :) I won't launch into an analysis, but it was fantastic. Just fantastic. My only issues? Way too many shots of characters (namely Frodo and Sam) looking at each other slowly and dramatically. It's OK once or twice. But that part at the end? GEEZ. It's like slo-mo HELL. Chill out with the longing looks, PJ!
Just talked to David. Was slightly funny as whoever answered his phone (his secretary?...this guy is rich enough to have his own secretary...like at his HOME...) sounded REALLY confused, probably b/c me and Kristen sound really similar on the phone. Eh, anyways, he was extremely sweet and kept wishing me a "happy Christmas" and wanting to hear all about Adrien (my nephew, Kristen's son) and was v. disappointed to hear that I hadn't seen Kristen in a few months and Adrien in over a year. And the accent, ahh, SWOON! I don't know what's wrong w/my sister. He's an Irish multimillionaire who worships the ground she walks on. And she's turned down his marriage proposal at least twice. DUDE. Whaaaaaaaat the fuck? But yeah, he asked when I was moving to NY and for my cell phone and he said "I'll do anything I can to help" and that he'd call me back in a week or 2. So WOOHOO! But man, what a sweetie.
Wonder if he has a brother...
Also talked to cousin yesterday and got details of impending wedding. As of May 22nd, my cousin Beth will be married to a Ralph Lauren/Abercrombie model. Cool, huh. I really hope everything works out and I get to be in the wedding since I *am* supposed to be one of the bridesmaids.
OK, well, I don't really have anything fabulously interesting to talk about so I guess I'll go take a shower and try and continue being productive. Kisses for everyone! Mwah! Mwah!
current mood: good
current music: some Beach Boys thing on the radio
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| Wednesday, December 24th, 2003
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4:58 pm - OOOKAY then...
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Dude. Last night was...yeah, interesting. Something v. odd happened. At least I thought it was. Let me start at the beginning.
So I mentioned that I was going to some lounge in Charlotte w/peoples from work, right? Well we got there; it was me, Heather, Justin, Jen, and Jenny...we wait in line for 30 min. The line does not move. People are starting to get v. bitchy and some girl behind us is threatening to beat up some guy in front of us for cutting in line. Generally just not happy vibes, right? So we leave and head to a different bar, some other place I've never heard of in Belmont called Main Street. 'Tis closed. So we wind up at O'Charleys. Heh. Fun times, it is, being in O'Charleys wearing leather pants, stiletto boots, a cut-up t-shirt that says Dublin on the front, and pink star earrings that dangle down to my chin. We meet Ryan and Thomas there...Thomas's skank girlfriend being conspicuously absent. So they start to CLOSE; it's only 1! What the hell? Group unanimous decision to buy beer and go to Thomas's house.
Anyways, so me, Justin, and Thomas pile into my car to get beer, Ryan goes to his house to pick up some weed, and the rest go to McDonald's to get some munchies. We congregate at Thomas's. We play 5 or 6 rounds of Asshole and then launch into Spades, which is really funny cause everyone is at least tipsy if not downright drunk...not exactly at our best, strategically speaking. Dude...Jen is a really annoying drunk. Sorry, tangent there.
Around 4 Heather, Justin, and Ryan leave and it's me, Jenny, Jen, and Thomas. Me, Jen, and Jenny all drove and had had way too much to drink to get back in the car, so we decided to crash there. Which was v. logical since I was already drifting off to sleep ANYWAYS.
This is where the weird thing happened.
Jen's passed out on the couch, I'm curled up on the loveseat, Jenny's in Thomas's bed. I dunno where Thomas was. I'm on the verge of falling asleep, just right at the edge, ya know? Well I'm lying there and Thomas comes over and kneels in front of me with his face really close to mine. V. gently brushes the hair out of my face, runs his finger down my cheek, and whispers "Goodnight." Kisses my cheek v. softly, then kisses the top of my head, disappears, reappears with a sleeping bag, and lays down next to the loveseat and goes to sleep.
*blinks*
Whaaaaaaaaat? That was like...seriously, that was one of the most uncharacterisitic things I've ever seen anybody do. I wasn't asleep, but he obviously thought I was...I didn't let on, though, cause it was just such a weird moment. But this guy! This guy is a straight-up PLAYER. Mr. Wham-bam-thankyouma'am. Mr. I Love Football and Casual Sex. I just...I don't know, that's like the sort of thing you do to somebody you've been dating for awhile! Not somebody who you barely know that you work with and flirt with on occasion. I mean...dude, I don't know.
Anyways, I woke up around 7:30 and everybody was still asleep, so I just got my purse and coat and drove home and slept until 1. Blah, and I feel like I'm getting sick too; not like hungover sick, cause I didn't drink that much, but SICK sick...I fuckin hope not.
But...man. Man oh man. So weird. So very weird.
current mood:  confused
current music: my father yelling at the cat to get out of his way...
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| Tuesday, December 23rd, 2003
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8:35 pm - BLARGH!
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Yep, blargh would be the word...I'm currently digging through ads on craigslist to find an apartment in NY. Some of the listings are slightly humorous. Bi-curious middle-aged woman looking for plaything/roomie? Militant vegan activist in search of quiet female to share bedroom? Riiiiiiight. Well, you never know.
Oh, and I forgot to set my alarm this morning so I didn't wake up in time to call David about a job. *pouts* GRR. Wonder if it's bad manners to call about a job on Christmas Eve...
Work was decent today. Nothing spectacular like Sunday, though. Had some lady cuss me out because I misunderstood her and brought her cajun shrimp alfredo instead of cajun chicken alfredo. Number one, bitch, SPEAK UP. Number two, why are you gonna go to a seafood restaurant and order chicken? Dude. People are just...annoying. Especially when you have to ignore their ridiculous behavior, blink, smile, and bring them extra biscuits. But things were funny cause most of us don't work tomorrow and we're closed Thursday, so we were all goofing around. Me and Guillermo waltzed down the entranceway and me and Thomas wound up singing a Carpenters song really really loudly while changing out tea pitchers in the satellite. And then Eric convinced me to do a hornpipe for table 20. They clapped pretty loudly, but I'd really rather they tip me...I tell you, the only reason I haven't been fired yet is because they keep me around for entertainment value!
Am going to some place in Charlotte called Time Lounge tonight to meet peoples from work. It at least SOUNDS decent; hopefully it's better than the standard Gastonia O'Charleys, which is where everyone from work USUALLY goes. Damn we're cool. :)
Erm...I forgot what I was gonna say.
Oh yes! My father has embarked on his yearly creation of the Miles Family Christmas Eve meal. Every year he comes up with this outrageously expensive gourmet meal to have. Every year he gets in a horrible mood while preparing it if something doesn't go exactly as planned. Every year him and my mother wind up screaming at each other over like...how many mushrooms we have...I can already smell the exotic aromas and hear the exotic *cough* language emerging from the kitchen. *sigh* God, grant me grace.
On that thought, maybe going out for a cosmopolitan or 2 isn't THAT bad of an idea. Ooh! I'm gonna wear my leather pants. Heheh. OK, just thought I'd share. :)
current mood:  complacent
current music: "Adagio"--Albinoni
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| Sunday, December 21st, 2003
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7:00 pm - Good God Almighty...
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It just took me SO long to go through all the posts I've missed. And I was only gone for like 4 days. DUDE. Yeah, OK, anyways. Update time.
NY Trip
--Didn't get Brigadoon. Actually, got totally fucked there. It was an Eq. chorus call so they didn't HAVE to see non-eq. But they decided to herd all of us non-eqs in with the last eq group. Did a short ballet combination. I made it my bitch. I mean, seriously, danced RINGS around the other girls. And who did they keep? 3 of the eq girls. *nods* The politics of business sometimes is just...really annoying, ya know?
--Made some v. good connections, however. First, I took class w/Mark Santoro, who's a good friend of Vasthy's, and who choreographs a LOT for theatres around NYC. Introduced myself and schmoozed like crazy and he seemed to really like me and gushed that I need to come back and take class w/him again. Took class w/Peter Schabel, ballet dude at B'way Dance Center and he remembered me from when I took class w/him in AUGUST and gushed that I need to come back. Also met Vasthy's friend Kanita who's in talks to be the lead when Once on This Island comes to B'way next year. So YAY for connections.
--Got a really cute pair of jeans. They're Dollhouse brand and say "You are beautiful" on the inside of the waistband. Groovy, no?
Work was kickass today. Had smoking all to myself and we got ROLLED; I made about $85 in tips which is WICKED good for a Sunday lunch. Go me! Heheh, but there was 1 table I waited on for like an hour before I realized that it was 2 women and not a woman and her husband. *gigglesnort* Dude, this woman had a mustache and a bowl cut and was ordering Manhattans straight up. HELLO.
Am PRAYING I don't get the flu, as Dawn and Iris (Vasthy's roommates) both had it and she was starting to feel bad when I left.
Have # to reach David, my sister's ex, in London to see if I can work at one of his restaurants or bars. Cause he has like 3 or 4 in Manhattan. And apparently Kristen thinks he'll be cool about helping out her little sister because he's still totally smitten with her. Ah, us Miles women. We rule.
Went out w/Sa, Nicole, and 3 of Nicoles friends (the only name I remember is Hannah...my bad...) Tues. night before I left. Went to RiRa's, of course. Am sad cause Merrill, one of my fav. bartenders, is moving back home to Cleveland and his last night is the 27th. So I must go see him again before he leaves. Also, I asked Merrill if Alan (the adorable Irish bartender) was single and he said that he IS; he just broke up with some chick. And he's all "Why, are you interested?" And I'm all "Um..DUR. YES." And Merrill's all "Well, give it a whirl. I'll put in a good word for you." *squee* So, like I said, MUST go back to RiRa's. SOON.
Schoolchildren mount protest outside EC offices in Dublin
12:02 Friday December 19th 2003
Around 30 children have gathered outside the European Commission offices in Dublin to call for Irish to be recognised as an official EU language. Ireland is the only EU member state whose national tongue is not included in a list of 20 official languages due to be recognised by the EU in May. Campaigners have claimed this will leave Irish people at a disadvantage in the EU.
Petition here.
http://www.petitiononline.com/mod_perl/signed.cgi?gaedhilg
http://www.livejournal.com/community/scroogle/443555.html
LMAO. Just do it, yo.
My left armpit itches really bad, man. I think it's dry skin. Eeyyuucch.
I'm not cutting this cause it's KEWL. Stolen from antiquish
1. What did you do in 2003 that you'd never done before? Did a tap show, had my first professional dance job, went to an audition in New York, got a callback in New York, went to a bar in the Village, took the A-train (this has special meaning cause it was my FAVORITE song when I was little!), hooked up with a hot British guy, went parasailing, hooked up with a hot Irish guy, went to a dueling piano bar, waited tables
2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I think I kept a few of them. And I might as well make some for next year.
3. Did anyone close to you give birth? Nope.
4. Did anyone close to you die? Yes, a couple good family friends. And Elliot Smith. Whom I considered close to me. :/
5. What countries did you visit? Mexico.
6. What would you like to have in 2004 that you lacked in 2003? Um...more jobs? *beams*
7. What date from 2003 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? June 1st. It was my first day of rehearsal for my first job ever!
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? Graduated college, got my first job.
9. What was your biggest failure? Not breaking up with Todd sooner and sparing us a lot of drama, not telling Corey I liked him.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury? I got a really bad cold when I got home from VA.
11. What was the best thing you bought? Um...dunno. Get back to me on that one.
12. Whose behavior merited celebration? Dude, MINE did!
13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? Eric Saupp. *cringes* What a big mess THAT was...
14. Where did most of your money go? Audition trips to NY, cds, weekend trips to Charleston.
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about? my 1st job, my last day of college.
16. What song will always remind you of 2003? "Hey Ya" - Outkast
17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
i. happier or sadder? Happier.
ii. thinner or fatter? Thinner.
iii. richer or poorer? About the same.
18. What do you wish you'd done more of? Sit-ups. *smirk*
19. What do you wish you'd done less of? Drinking beer, feeling sorry for myself
20. How will you be spending Christmas? Opening presents, being w/my family, eating stuff that I never allow myself to eat.
22. Did you fall in love in 2003? No.
23. How many one-night stands? No FULL-ON one-night stands. But I did *cough* fool around with a few guys I never saw again.
24. What was your favorite TV program? Law and Order, ER, Queer Eye, The Family Guy
25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year? Nah.
26. What was the best book you read? HP Book 5, DUR.
27. What was your greatest musical discovery? The Last 5 Years, Jason Mraz, and SO many others...
28. What did you want and get? My first job.
30. What was your favorite film of this year? Pirates, 28 Days Later...probably more that I'm not remembering.
31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? OK, this is really sad...I DON'T REMEMBER WHAT I DID. I was 22; I do remember that...
32.What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? Getting another job.
33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2003? *blinks*
34. What kept you sane? My friends.
35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? Colin Farrell.
36. What political issue stirred you the most? The ongoing Irish Republican struggle. *marches around in make-believe Na Fianna Eireann uniform*
37. Who did you miss? My cousin, Beth.
38. Who was the best new person you met? Everybody from 42nd Street, Jason, Sean, Chris, Kevin, Ryan.
39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2003. Believe in what you've started and believe in your capacity to carry that out.
40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year. "I'm just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waitin for my rocket to come."
And now? I shall catch up on all my quizzes and whatnot. ( WHEEEEEEEEE! )
OK. I must go downstairs before my parents kill me. Cause I think they've called like 5 times. Teehee.*prances*
current mood: cheerful
current music: "Nirvana"--This Day An Age
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| Monday, December 15th, 2003
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12:39 pm - Everybody's gone surfiiiiiiin...
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DAMN that song gets stuck in my head.
Before I forget again, I got a card from harumph YAY! 'Twas v. cute. *huggles* And YAY, you and isthislife got my cards! Word. I am a Christmas card master. Or a Jedi master. Whatever.
Am also in a v. odd mood.
I just typed "modd" instead of "mood."
Actually worked some more on my fic last night; finished Ch. 1. I know this is silly, but I'm afraid to submit it anywhere cause I don't think anybody'll like it! :/ Anybody have any suggestions on good sites to submit to? I frequent Fiction Alley (mostly Schnoogle) so...I dunno. Suggestions are welcome. I've never written anything before, so I'm clueless.
I made Red Lobster my BITCH last night. It was slow as hell and I still made some mad cash. Go me.
Have been watching old ER reruns on TNT whenever I get a chance. Forgot how much I miss Dr. Ross and Nurse Hathaway. *sigh* One of my favorite quasi-couples EVER...well and, of course, Ross and Rachel. DUR. Yes, go ahead and laugh, I am a sitcom nerd. I'm also addicted to Law and Order. The regular one and SVU; CSI is OK, but not as good as the other 2.
Isn't that hilarious? Chad did this stalker imitation thing all the freakin time, like he'd do it at bars and stuff. It's much funnier in person, of course. Anyways, we thought it'd be funny to get him to stalk Kari from behind his dime. Oh yeah, the infamous 25 lb. dimes. Those things are heavier than they look! Try dancing with one. You'll get biceps real quick, buddy.
Jason needs some protective headgear before flying off to save the world. So he puts Sarah's bra on his head. Away, Captain Drunky! Off to save the universe!
OK, I'm done with my randomness. And now? I'm gonna bake! Yep, I'm baking today! I loff baking...I also enjoy folding clothes. Isn't that sick? *giggle*
current mood: weird
current music: Mum vaccuming
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| Sunday, December 14th, 2003
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2:37 pm - Right then.
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I was SO happy this morning...was dreading going to work cause it was cold as hell and pouring down rain and I just did NOT want to get up and be chipper. So I get there and Andrew (manager) meets me at the door and is all "Hey, do you want to go home and just be a dinner today? We're full up and we haven't had any tables since we opened...an hour ago." Um...DUR. Of course I want to go home and not come back till 5!
So now I get to wrap some Christmas presents and sit around the house for a bit. YAY.
Fri. night was just...so odd. I read my tipsy post and realized that the weirdness between me and Thomas was SO not conveyed correctly. That was just...weird. His girlfriend was so drunk she didn't notice him flirting his ass off with me. And he was just...I dunno, you know sometimes you see a guy at a bar who's so sloppy drunk you feel sorry for him and you think he's probably really emotionally screwed up and that's why he tries to drink his problems away? Well, yeah. That was this. He's so obviously messed up. Mucho issues. But it's sad, really. If he got his shit together he could make something of himself. But nope. Anyways, he was just all over me. I felt really awkward about it. *scratches head*
OK, as stolen from annyrose ( now this... )
current mood: good
current music: "Nowhere To Run"--The Supremes (I think...)
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| Saturday, December 13th, 2003
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2:00 am - But Captain Jack will get ya high tonight!
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What a fabulous song! And now of course I think Captain Jack Sparrow. Heheh. Right.
Decided to socialize with the work peoples tonight; hung out after got cut and had a couple drinks, then went bowling. Fun times. Me, Heather, Jenn, Ryan, Justin, Thomas, and Thomas's skank girlfriend whose name I don't know...I think its Shelby but I could be wrong. We had fun. I"m slighytly drunk, so youll have to forgive my typos.
I won 2 games bowling! GO ME!!!
Dude. Thomas. OH...mygod. Sooooooo so hot. Want to touch the hiney...OOOWWWWWWW! (adam Sandler moment) His girlfriend is so grody. She was sloppy drunk and acting like a retard. NOt to mention the fact that she dresses REALLY badly and looks like a troll doll. Eep. But boooy oh boy, Thomas was flirting like MAD with me. It was slightly awkward at moments. I mean, I don't care if his girlfriend sees him smack my ass, but DUDE. I mean, not like smacking asses is a big thing with me since I do it to everybody, but still! And then he was all tickling me and shit, and he's all "I need to talk to you...like...when I CAN..." Whaaaaaaaaaa? I dunno. He baffles me, he really does. I mean, he's not stupid; he's a really smart guy. He's funny, witty, etc. He could do well. But instead he's 25, waits tables, and doesn't care about anything except betting on football, getting drunk, and finding nasty ho-bags. It's like WHY?????? He could do somuch better.
Chris Summey (also from work) dropped by to mention there was some party somewheres and I should come and Thomas has his # and blah blah blah, but Thomas was soooooo freakin drunk he fell ASLEEP sitting at the bowling alley so somehow I doubt he's not a reliable source of info, so I just called it a night.
oK, anyways. I"m goin to bed. Maybe this will resolve itself Sun. night? Or maybe not. Whatever. I'm still going to bed. Boys are silly. Though I think this has already been established...
current mood:  drunk
current music: "Captain Jack"--Billy Joel
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| Thursday, December 11th, 2003
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6:00 pm - OH MY GOD!
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