| Live it up. |
[Nov. 3rd, 2006|05:35 pm] |
I never update here anymore.
But I'm back, briefly.
Right now you are reading the words of the most connected party girl in Calgary, ALberta. My friends and I frequent Tequila, because it's our favorite. Infact, my friend Sammy turns 18 tomorrow, and for her birthday present I hooked her up with the limelight lounge.
I go to hockey, lacross and football games for free. And hang out with the players. I have connections at almost every bar in the city, and friends who are just as connected as me.
But dont worry. I network with my pants on pretties.
I work ridiculous hours a week at well paying job to afford pretty clothes, pretty accessories, pretty make up... and I ensure that I'll always drink for free. I'm the super biggest flirt, and a national junior synchronized skating team member.
I dont even try anymore, and everything fell into place.
Fuck yes.
email me darlings. miss.destiny.lee@gmail.com |
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| I'm updating. |
[Nov. 27th, 2005|09:28 pm] |
| [ | The Voices Say I'm.... |
| |  peaceful | ] |
| [ | I hear... |
| | Wave- California [stuck in my head for god knows what reason | ] |
I never use this anymore.
[cue chorus of '...thanks, tips.']
I suppose I should say, I hope everyone has a fantastic holiday season. Each and every single person who reads this deserves something that makes them smile;
Be it a good friend, a close family, that perfect dinner, a ski trip, a day at the beach, giving or receiving that perfect gift, falling in love...
Whatever does it for you. You are worth it.
I'll give you the rundown, the my life in under two minutes post...
-Been in a rut lately. Actually lately is an understatement. I've been in a rut since the day I first met Owen. [May 14th to be exact]
I'm out now. It hit my like a bus. I was so busy focused on something long term, and not losing anything, that I forgot that what's left is mine. To keep. I forgot that I can be beautiful, and fun. I forgot that there are other people out there, and most of them are worth way more of my time then he ever was. Most of the can appreciate me. I forgot how much fun I could have without him on my mind. I wish I wasn't so forgetful sometimes.
-Ready for a change. I've been so, static appearance wise. I'm just always, the same. I want something different.
So, the plan is as followed-
-I know short hair doesn't work for me, so I'm going to find a cute long/medium length cut that works with my hair. I already dyed it, before it was auburn/golden blonde with my natural dark brown base, now it's a solid chesnut brown. I like that. Having something solid. It's not a drastic change, but I want it to be little change after little change that make the big change.
-I want one more piercing in my ears, I only have one in each ear to begin with, but I think 2 holes looks cuter. [I'm not much of a pierce/tattoo person. Permanent scarrage isn't my thing.]
- Hello, tanning salon. I'm not going often enough to get that disgusting orange-y baked to death look. But, I do want to be golden. Plus I'm seasonal depressive and mild tanning is supposed to help improve moods.
- I wanna lose a little more weight. [Seeing a personal trainer and a nutritionist again for skating, plus I got my thyroid and adrenal glands fixed] Fun stuff. I am addicted to working out, green tea sobes and swimming. Yay.
- Tweaking my style a bit. I like pearls. Classic 40's/50's stuff, with a random 80's twist. Some really modern pieces too. Makes me warm and fuzzy inside.
-Changing my make up colours and what not.
Umm, Working at Westside Recreation complex. Doing what I love [skating, coaching it] it's so amazing.
Out dancing on the weekends, and what not. Just having fun.
I'm ready to live a little.
Grand point of this post: I'm alive and kicking. I'm also on deadjournal. www.deadjournal/com/users/methad0nepretty ... I actually update that one. Frequently. Ooh.
xoxo
Desabelle |
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| Chutzpah and Charm [100!] |
[Aug. 31st, 2005|08:05 pm] |
| [ | The Voices Say I'm.... |
| | complacent | ] |
now I see the burden you gave me
is too much to carry
too much to bury inside
Only One- Lifehouse
I'm back again. It took too long, I know. Self reunion is never a convient or easy journey. I hunted high and low, walking streets bathed in ice cold sunlight, and tracing back steps through the warm guarded nights. I stopped to see the impurities of natural beauty, and likewise to see the beauty in imperfection. I chose to lend an ear to those who gave me praise, and I let their soft spoken words knit me a coccoon of love, and gentle laughter. However, I did not wish to lock myself away, or give up halfway great. I placed the coccoon on my shoulders as a shawl, and continued on. I grew along this journey, thanks to the help of those opposing me. I have hardly a negative thing to say about them. Their cold words and cruel demeanor cut and tainted my fragile skin. They strengthened my shell, and pointed me towards where I want to be. For that I can be nothing but thankful. I lost everything I had piece by piece. But that means nothing now, perfection occurs not when you have added everything you can, but when you have taken everything that isn't essential away. I still have my essentials, they're tucked away in my heart. I'm here again though. At the edge of reason, and the end of nowhere. Standing two feet grounded on the shore. Waves lapping at my feet. Success and Failure mixing like salt and water in the ocean. I'm going to take the plunge.
I have a quote in my head right now.
"I never claimed to be beautiful, darling, I claimed you thought I was."
That's all for now. My head hurts and I can't see straight anymore.
xoxo
Des |
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| sweet deal |
[Aug. 28th, 2005|12:45 pm] |
So last night we had a suprise mchappy party for the return of the Lora. We found sexy dresses in Le Chateau.
I drank some of Alicia's Banana Booze.. then we walked to the Liquor Store and I bought like 10 twisty shots, a case of beer, a case of vex coolers, and alicia bought so JD and some twisty shots. We walked home, and bryce showed up with a bottle of Malibu and Captain Morgans. Dan brought his beer bong. We all commenced drinking.
First, I found my half finished bottle of malibu, so I drank that straight. I found if you drink it then wait ten seconds and drink the rest of it it doesn't burn anymore and it tastes like yummy coconut. Yes. Good good.
Then I had a blue and pink twisty shot.
Then I had a tequila and something else twisty shot.
Then I had some of Janets pepsi and raspberry twist vodka (which I also found) and that was a good mix.
Lora let me have a cooler. It was 7% and I filled it with gummi bears to play the gummi bear game.
Then I couldn't feel my feet and decided it would be fun to play super mario world. Everytime we died Alicia and I would drink some captain morgans. I drank a lot of it, like 5 shots, at once and it burned like christ on a fucking george forman grill. I did that two or three times. So I went back to playing, and some how the mr. morgan went to the leftiffer so I was like JD! Well, JD burns worse then christ on a george foreman grill, it's like christ on the morman barbeque in july being cooked by retards, while steve and his flaming pants sits there.
I spit it on my pants.
My pants burned.
Umm, I think Alicia played with Dan's beer bong at this point and I was like... COOLERS! in a beer bong! so I did that with another one of Lora's vex.
I lost my ability to walk, remember chronological order, think rationally, remember my sexuality, and I developed an accent.
We talked about penii.
Alicia was like "Tanner' then we were like "Icky. Tanner is bad." and Alica threw up because sub conciously she knows Tanner is bad.
We were in the bathroom with Alicia. There was four of us. I didn't think I could fit that many people in my bathroom.
Janet and i discussed lesbianism, Dan held Alicias hair. Alicia went to bed, and I went with her. Alicia wanted crackers and suddenly we were all back in the bathroom with crackers.
Janet and I molested each other.
Janet left and for some reason my bra came off.
Everyone was like "bed time" I went to bed and fell asleep.
Janet woke me up by groping my face. It was 4:18.
We talked for two hours some of the best things included:
I think his name was tiki torch... or chim-chimanee-chim-chim-cheroo, HUH!
Popator Skelator
Glub >> "A whole new glluuuuub. A new vagina filled with gooo..."
Meat Curtains
Furdonalds the meat curtain corporation of furburgers.
Slurp...
Steve is a liar. He lied about 3 cheese crust, the beach being within walking distance and something else. We are going to peg him with gummi bears. Like the french.
After one round of Jose Cuervo... I think I feel Richards penis *hysterical laughter* OH GOD
After two rounds of Jose Cuervo... Jose starts fucking you in the butt *laughter*
After three rounds of Jose Cuervo your eyes feel swimmy and your nose starts to run *more hysterical laughter*
after 5 rounds of jose cuervo, I dont think I can feel my feet anymore
AFter 6 rounds of Jose Cuervo, Oh god where was I going with this one.. *laughter* I think it was somewhere about the back door *hysterical laughter*
After 7 rounds of Jose Cuervo, Jose returns for an adventure with lube..
Tiki Torch and Richard make frank, who needs chiclets. This is a phone message to kelsey.
Tiki Torch could live up to his name if he squirted gasoline out of his teeth.
Lots of people have glubs. I feel dirty.
I say something about glubs and ovaries rotting.
I went to sleep.
Suprisingly enough I'm not the slightest bit hung over. Rock on.
xoxo
Des |
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| Similarity and the Beast |
[Aug. 7th, 2005|07:01 pm] |
I heard you think my name today.
I had long since forgotten how it felt,
the icy chill of your psyche
filling the up the hollowed graves
your love dug in my once
undivided soul.
I felt something today.
Something cold, but real.
I felt the sun beating down,
on the crispest, clear December day.
Powerless to change the season,
but a strong reminder of summer lust.
I learned something today.
From behind enemy eyes.
I learned how to kill a smile.
Right in it's prime,
and turn the day to night.
And turn every perfect moment,
into another December nightmare.
Are you familiar with the trick?
I have a message for you today.
One full of reacquainting and regret.
I never meant for you to see the real me.
Is it too late to fix that flaw?
I suppose it's okay anyhow,
because the lines between
reality, fantasy, and nightmares
were smudged in the storm.
I'm not the real me anymore.
Does that scare you?
I taught you something today.
The dearest thing to my heart.
I taught you how to look at me.
And still see my chaos,
through straight vertical lines,
and my monochromatic scheme.
I don't match on the inside,
and I don't bleed on the out.
Do you remember what it's like?
I remembered something today.
Something about your own brilliant facade,
dressed up in neon, and glitter,
purposely designed to be tastefully arrogant.
Full of the oddly familiar elegance of snobbery.
And something I know better now then I ever knew before.
I remembered, depsite our time apart,
despite my change of colours
and despite your change of heart.
We never were individuals,
You and I.
We were always tied for number 0.
The collective poster child for
the future failures
who have never even tried.
Undeserving of a place,
and still sitting in the gates.
I found the years worth of conversations
we'd kept locked away.
Talking for hours,
about everything and anything.
Arguing, but never disagreeing.
After all it's hard to disagree,
when you are on the same side of the coin.
Scratch that.
It's hard to disagree,
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| Sunset In Paradise |
[Jul. 2nd, 2005|04:45 pm] |
| [ | The Voices Say I'm.... |
| |  Dying of Head Cold Doom | ] |
| [ | I hear... |
| | The Middle- Jimmy Eat World | ] |
Past:
Where do I start?
Um, June 29th was everyones Graduation. The ceremonies were good, the banquet was a little shitty though, some people spent the entire time acting really immature and it pissed me off, then I ate a cupcake, got this horrid stomach ache and headache and decided to skip the after party to go home.
Janet learns that tongue rings are cool.
June 30th was my 18th birthday! People were being jackasses and trying to fuck up the day, but then Garrett and Kay and Ryan (and Janet, but she was already there) showed up and I had a good time. We went for a walk and ended up seeing Owen, Dan, Troy and Rob.
Janet adds more proof to her tongue rings are cool pile.
Garrett gave me this wicked cool shiny light up flashy pen.
My parents gave me rollerblades, and let me cash in the bonds they bought me when I was a year old. It was sweet!
July 1st- We took Garrett back to Claresholm. Went to Calgary, had yummy lunch of goodness, and came home. I slept, then went to get Nyquil and ran into Owen. We came back here for my sisters birthday party and that SUCKED.
Today (as of 1:36)
I worked for 8 hours. Thinking of going rollerblading, and going to Okotoks. Then I shall sleep. Sleep is good. Yes.
Present:
I have made a picture of what is in my head at this exact moment. It looks like this:
( Paradise )
Just that mental image, and then I've got the 'And all I can taste is this moment' part of Iris on repeat in my head. It's weird, but I think it's telling me that this vacation is a pretty good idea, and I need to get away for a bit.
Future:
6 days till BC!!!
I worked today, and I work tomorrow, monday and tuesday. I have wednesday off, then on thursday I'm going to see Stabilo at the Stampede. Friday morning Janet and I are leaving at like 8 am to go to BC. Whee!
I think that is all.
xoxo
Des |
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| Breakfast at Tiffany's. |
[Jun. 16th, 2005|03:47 pm] |
| [ | The Voices Say I'm.... |
| |  cold | ] |
| [ | I hear... |
| | Breakfast at Tiffany's - Deep Blue Something | ] |
You say that we've got nothing in common
No common ground to start from
And we're falling apart
You'll say the world has come between us
Our lives have come between us
But I know you just don't care
CHORUS:
And I said what about "Breakfast at Tiffany's?
She said, "I think I remember the film,
And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it."
And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got."
I see you - the only one who knew me
And now your eyes see through me
I guess I was wrong
So what now? It's plain to see we're over,
And I hate when things are over -
When so much is left undone
CHORUS:
And I said what about "Breakfast at Tiffany's?
She said, "I think I remember the film,
And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it."
And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got."
You say that we've got nothing in common
No common ground to start from
And we're falling apart
You'll say the world has come between us
Our lives have come between us
But I know you just don't care
CHORUS:
And I said what about "Breakfast at Tiffany's?
She said, "I think I remember the film,
And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it."
And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got."
This is just me right now.
Umm, so, I haven't updated in forever.
I have a new boyfriend, his name is Owen and he is amazing. Our 1 month anniversary is on the 21st.
I finally discovered how to convert songs to mp3 form when I burn them, so now I have a cd with 200 songs on it. I'm happy, it usually lasts me my entire shift at work, and then some.
When I get back, I'm going to put in my two weeks notice for work and get a job in Calgary doing industrial cleaning, because the pay is SO much higher, and I'm tiring of the Heritage.
Uhh, right now I'm reading Speaker for the Dead and Xenocide, two of the sequels to Ender's Game and two of the only books left in that series I have to read. I'm enjoying them.
Stuff blew up with Dan and Janet, but that was kind of to be expected since he was cheating. But lets not get into the rest of it. They are still friends and that's what is important.
Ooh, and the river flooded/is flooding. High River has been on the news so much lately because of that, but I got some pretty cool pictures from it and my house is safe so whee.
( Pictures )
I think that is everything.
xoxo
Des |
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[Apr. 23rd, 2005|05:42 pm] |
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| Best Night Ever. I mean EVER. |
[Apr. 3rd, 2005|10:01 pm] |
| [ | The Voices Say I'm.... |
| |  bouncy | ] |
I will write my finger eleven update now, because I owe it to Crys.
I worked from 5 to 1. Rushed home, leaving Megan there with to older women. I'm sorry Megan I couldn't not leave you because this was more important.
Janet and I rushed to Extra Foods because during the Stampede we waited for 4.5 hours to Finger Eleven to come out, and we starved and got dehydrated and it was bad. Kay and Ryan were there and we followed them back to my house so I could get my ticket (of love) and my sisters bag to put stuff in, and my keys which I forgot at home. Oh, and to switch from Janets car to my car.
Then we run into Okotoks for Timmy's. I get a medium iced cap and a double chocolate donut. Janet reminds me to yell "I'm blowing this popsicle stand!" as we're leaving, and my life is complete. I eat my donut, and drink my iced cap. Ryan drives like a fucktard and randomly pulls into the Okotoks subway parking lot. We think it's because he's hungry, and really it's because Kay spilled on his truck. But the mat was rubber so I don't see why he was all like AHH!
We get on the Highway. I discover that Ryan drives like 80 when the speed limit is 110. This pisses me off and I soon go crazy. He also randomly slows down to 60 on the middle of the deerfoot extension. Janet and I can't figure out what is going on, so we turn the radio to country music and sing along. Then we turn it to hip hop and sing to that. Then Complicated by Avril Lavigne comes on, and we are happy because no matter how shitty your voice is, you can still sound like Avril and that makes singing fun. Then we listen to "You give love a bad name" by Bon Jovi, which is playing on Cjay. Suddenly there is no good music, and I notice we are going 80 (STILL!) on the Deerfoot. After having a total spaz attack I decide I have to pass Ryan, or I will rear end him and we will all die. I pass. He randomly races to catch up, resumes doiing 80. I pass him again, and this time he stays behind us. I realize that I do know how to get to COP just because I used to live in Strathmore and 16th Ave is the road we took to get to Salmon Arm, and to my Auntie Cheryl's house.
We are now on 16th, and behind a 3 very tall guys, in a very very very small car from BC. I wonder how they managed the whole trip like that. It's baffling, really. Like a fucking clown car. Then we switch the radio back to Country, roll down the windows, crank "Whiskey for my Men, Beer for my Horses" and sing along to that while the guy from Ontario, with his windows down in the next vehicle looks at us like we're on drugs. Apparently in Ontario 17 year old girls don't sing country songs while stopped at red lights, on the way to Finger Eleven concerts.
So as we pull up to COP Janet remembers she needs the *swoosh* *cachink* (or the ATM machine) and we decide we should go to the Shell Station across the street, except we get stuck in the middle lane, so go down to the next intersection and pull a U-ie to get back to COP. Fuck the gas station. COP ends up having *swoosh* *cachink* anyway. Janet wishes she was blind so she could read the braile, and I read the braile with my eyes. We meet up with Kay and Ryan, go inside give the dude our tickets in exchange for a wrist band, force the dude to give us our ticket stubs back because HELLO I WANT THAT. Then we wander to the food court, where I see Starewell's guitarists hair through a crack in the black curtain. Janet and I lick a poster of Finger Eleven and we head down to the Ski Hill (it's like 2:30) then we run back to the car to exchange shit and take off our coats (big mistake) and go back. Then Janet has to pee. I don't want to lose our spot but eventually I give in and we wander towards the bathroom. We were shifted to the side when we got back, but it was okay cause I pushed my way back over to the middle slowly.
Then this girl walks up behind us and warms my ears with her hot chocolate. I say "Ooh coffee is warm!" and she says "Coffee is for poseurs, this is hot chocolate." this makes me laugh. I notice we are beside Mike, and Brittany and Jordan who are also from High River. The girls behind us are from Okotoks, and we discover that they all know Devin, who knows Chikko, who knows Lora, who knows us. It's a small world after all. Mike tells Janet and I he loves us, and we say it back. Jordan is impressed, Mike now has 3 chicks, Jordan has 0. I think he loses at life.
Starewell plays, they are pretty good, people leave, no one dances, I randomly dance so they don't feel bad and KABLAMO! an amazing thing happens, the lead singer comes down, comes up to Janet and I says "Hey girls, what's up?" gives me a guitar pick and a hug, Jordan the sacred napkin set list of holiness, which I see, and I hug Jordan for being lucky. We turn around, and Holy Batman! It's the guitarist. Who gives me a hug, and Janet a hug, and Janet buys a cd off of him, and he gives her back more change then she should have gotten and we talk to him for a few minutes and decide that Starewell is really fucking cool.
So we resume our frozen huddle and wait for more music. Awards presentations are starting for the snowboarding competition stuff. A guy from MTV Canada gives Janet and I stickers. Whoo! We see a kid with devil horns on a helmet, and the girls from Okotoks behind us say "It's all about Satan... when you're 8." She makes me laugh.
The people start throwing t-shirts, Janet and I lick each other's faces, the dude with the mic says "Give one to those innocent little ladies in the front", Janet and I are like Who the fuck are you calling innocent? We just licked each other! As a result, I catch a yellow t-shirt. It goes in the bag, with the pringles, the water, the cd, the guitar pic and the MTV Canada stickers.
Back to nothingness and freezing. The DJ plays 'It's Tricky" which is our Saturday Adventure theme song, so Janet and I dance because we're like holy fuck this is a sign of greatness. Because not only is it our saturday adventure song, it's also a saturday and during a saturday adventure. We discuss knife wielding hippies for a bit.
I believe this is about the time that I notice Crys standing behind us, except I don't know if it is her, but I think it is her, but I don't wanna say anything in case it's not. This is an ongoing theme for the rest of the night. I'll look over, think "It's gotta be her." then decide it's not and not say anything. On the bright side, I know for next time.
Kiros comes out, they are all part spring and bounce lots. I make eye contact with every member of the band at least once. Cute guys. I reach for my camera because well, I want pictures and Christ on a Pogo Stick! I realize I forgot my camera. I almost cried.
Back to the giant freeze fest and the moping about the forgotten camera.
Social Code comes out. I just about shit myself. I bounce and scream and sing a long and be happy. They put on an absolutely a-freaking-mazing super fantastic show. I was super impressed. As an intro to the song Beautiful we are told to turn to the person next to us, and tell them they are beautiful. I kiss Janet's cheek after doing so, hoping that it will earn us a drumstick. It does not. Bah. But, the tall, very cool security guard gave us a set list. I was very very happy.
Once again, we return to freezing. I'm thinking holding a concert on a ski hill was stupid, especially in April. During the wait Brittany, Mike, Jordan, Janet, the girls behind us and I randomly crack cheap Pope jokes. We're horrible people. Some of the highlights include:
"My boobs are dead! Like the Pope!" (our boobs were squished flat against the barricade, this we had no boobs and they were dead like the pope)
(Mike) "We're going to hell.... with the Pope!"
and "Feeding tube week of doom, not even the Pope will save you!"
We decide we are all going to hell, and Brittany is worried because she might randomly crack a Pope joke at school, and she goes to Catholic school so they'd like beat her with a stick.
Finger Eleven comes out, we were worried they died (yes, and like the pope followed that too) it appears that they have fired James and replaced him with an anorexic chickenbot hobo named Frankfurt. I also notice that Scott and Sean have lost 4892048329 collective pounds and I think that maybe Rick and Rich are hiding the food from them. Scott has hair. I have an orgasm. I blink. Scott still has hair. I have another orgasm.
Then they played for a bit. I was excited for thousand mile wish, all their greyest of blue skies stuff and above. They played lots of stuff from the self titled cd, and that kind of sucked. I mean, not that it's bad, it's just not the best (except for thousand mile wish, and maybe therapy although therapy doesn't compete with TGOBS or Tip.)
They were pretty high energy, Scott babbled for a bit (he still had hair even when he talked, cue third orgasm). But I didn't think they were as awesome as they were at Stampede. But they were still good. I think perhaps it has something to do with Frankfurt infiltrating the band. That bastard.
Afterwards, I notice the ground has gone from snow to ice. I slide. It's fun. I talk to Kay for a moment, go over to the Merch table, where Crys is now being sandwiched by social code and getting a picture taken. I kind of say hi as she walks by but she doesn't hear me so I think I should have yelled it as everyone was deaf.
Social code hugs me, signs my sheet, which Chris takes the time to write the date on and fill in other songs, and talks to me. I pet his head and think he's even cooler then Starewell (because well, he IS even cooler then starewell), the rest of social code signs my sheet, and Janet's sticker, and Janet's pants and we move over to Kiros, who signs the back of my sheet, the left leg of Janet's pants and hugs us too. I'm buzzing. We find Kay, talk to her for a few minutes and then leave.
On the way home we stop at Timmy's for a sex donut and another iced cap. They have no sex donuts, I get another double chocolate one.
I find a shortcut home and realize how well we know the city. Also we call Janet's grandma and babble at her. It's hot. We get home, babble at my mom, Janet leaves I email people and go to bed.
Best night ever.
And here is the link to the picture of my signed Social Code set list.
http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/methad0ne_pretty/my_photos
xoxo
Des |
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| Fun stuff! |
[Mar. 30th, 2005|03:26 pm] |
| [ | The Voices Say I'm.... |
| |  creative | ] |
Okay, I was in a tent sleeping and all these midget asian down syndrome children like chased me out, so I went into "Kelsey's house' which was actually my Auntie Cheryls house, and went downstairs to find Kelsey, I got down there, and I realized that the chinese writing on the pink and white dvd case that was sitting on a table, was the same as the stuff in my dream and the key to defeating the asian midget tards. So I was like 'OH MY GOD! I HAVE TO WRITE THIS DOWN!" So me, gillian and kelsey searched all over the basement for paper, but we could only find lined paper which just wouldn't do. So we headed upstairs to the computer room, to get white paper, but stopped in the living room. Gill looked out side and seen a cloud, and decided to call her mom because of that. Kelsey wedged herself in the two inches between the couch and the stereo, and started changing songs, which also effected the tv channels, I freaked out because I dropped the dvd and then all of a sudden Le-Ann Rhimes came out, held up a bra with these GIANT gelly implant things in them, Put it on over her shirt and started reading a big thank you speech which ended with "Most of all I would like to thank my daddy for getting me this wicked awesome chest."
Fucked up, wasn't it?
Anyway, things I cannot do at work:
I am not allowed to feed annoying children 'the fruity red punch' (aka the super toxic descaler).
Nor am I allowed to accidentally leave a glass of it in the refridgerator for them.
Not even if Devin and Wendy are working.
I am not allowed to inform Kyla that she's more useless then an aborted fetus.
I am not allowed to hotbox the bathrooms with the purple cleaner. Even if I just 'forgot to turn on the fan.'
I cannot inform anyone around 5' - 5'2 inches tall, that they are close enough to Ryan's crotch so they might as well keep that smile on his face.
Deer dancing in the hallways is unacceptable. Especially when the crews are just getting off their shift. Apparently insane people aren't very trustworthy.
Laughing like a maniac when a guest scares the shit out of you while you're cleaning is also unacceptable. Even if you were using purple cleaner.
The red cleaner is not 'a replacement toilet brush' even if it does work better.
When you find a window without a screen, you are not allowed to stick your head out, giggle and say things like "The wolves need oxygen."
Use of the purple cleaner is not an excuse for hiding under a pile of sheets and scaring your coworkers.
Driving Megan around in the laundry basket is unacceptable.
We are not allowed to put Hannah in a king sized pillow case.
We are not allowed to mock the greeblies in 123, with their 'P.I.M.P' ringtone, and sponge-bob squarepants briefs. It's just the 'kid at heart'.
We are not allowed to answer cell phones and inform their friends that 'whoever you are calling is a greebly fucker.'
We are not allowed to tell people they have a good porn collection.
... I have to go to skating so I'll put down more later.
xoxo
Des |
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| Tainted Love |
[Mar. 18th, 2005|07:38 pm] |
| [ | The Voices Say I'm.... |
| | calm | ] |
| [ | I hear... |
| | Tainted Love- Soft Cell | ] |
Don't touch me please, I cannot stand the way you tease.
Donna (my boss) just called me to tell me Sarah (the girl who does early morning cleaning and is studying to be a massage therapist) wants to train me for early mornings tomorrow morning... which means I have to be at heritage by 4:50. Which means I need to get up at roughly 4:20. This should be an interesting experience, especially with carnival at 7:00pm, which means I won't get home until 11, and I'll have to work again at 4:50, and do Sundays carnival at 2pm. I'll be exhausted. But it's all good. I guess exhaustion builds character, and all the people at the hotel are just dolls so it'll be fun exhaustion.
Janet had a shitty day and I think everyone should give Janet a hug.*hugs janet*
Jovan figured out how to get the jelly in the muffins that give you the mix and have the jelly in the middle on the picture. He's my hero for the day because of that.
I had icing!!! Mm. It was so good. But anyway, Worlds is on tonight, and I'm SO excited because that's in Calgary next year and I'm going to buy tickets sometime after I get paid. World Figure Skating Championships... and me= orgasm. Yes. I'm so excited, and yet it's like a year away. Go me.
So tonight, since I have to get up early around 9 I'm going to take two Motrin, then at 10 I'm going to soak in the bath for 10 or 15 minutes and do this thing that almost always relaxes me enough to sleep. Then I shall rest and be all good for tomorrow.
xoxo
Des
15 days till Finger Eleven and Social Code!! |
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| Sunshine, Lollipops |
[Mar. 17th, 2005|02:39 pm] |
| [ | The Voices Say I'm.... |
| |  naughty | ] |
| [ | I hear... |
| | Two Shots- Matt Dusk | ] |
When it's all the same you can ask for it by name.
So anyway, I got that job at Heritage Inn. I start on Saturday. So tomorrow I'm going to Wal*Mart to get comfy shoes, and comfy loose pants and maybe the bikini bottoms, to the pretty bikini top. Today I have dress rehersal for carnival, which will be a fucking gong show. I'm not exited. The carnival is Saturday (7:00) and Sunday (2:00) everyones invited, tickets are 5 dollars. It's going to be kind of stupid, but the skating club is going to like die if people don't come out.
I cleaned my room, like hardcore cleaned a few days ago and took pictures today. Just because I don't post enough pictures and I figured everyone should see my room, and my bathroom. Because if you don't your head will implode and you will die. Or not, but whatever. Wanna chocolate covered strawberry?
That is all. I'll put the pictures under a cut because I love you.
xoxo
Des
( Lemurs Organized for Raging Apocalypse )
16 days till Finger Eleven and Social Code!!! |
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| Mm... Taters |
[Mar. 16th, 2005|05:52 pm] |
| [ | The Voices Say I'm.... |
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| [ | I hear... |
| | Whisper To A Scream- Social Code | ] |
We are, we are, we are all just children
Finding our way around in decision
We are, we are, we are rather helpless
Take us forever
A whisper to a scream
Birds fly
In the eye of the faithless daughter
broken at the bitter end
Wasted, sacrifice for a new nirvana
Right time send us on our way
So anyway, today around 2 I went and applied at the Heritage Inn, the girl at the front desk was a TOTAL sweetheart, and forced people to look at my resume right away, so they booked me in for an interview at 3:45, just as a preliminary thing... and I'm totally excited! The job sounds SO awesome. Free swimming anytime I want, Free drinks, $3 meals, $40 a night for a room if relatives or friends come to visit,breaks every two hours, $7 an hour pay... I'm so excited!
Now I'm eating Mmm Taters! and I've decided Lora's name stands for Lemurs Organized [for] Raging Apocalypse. Awesome, no?
That is all.
xoxo
Des
17 days till Finger Eleven and Social Code!!! |
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