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May. 30th, 2008

  • 4:05 PM

 

                                               

May. 15th, 2008

  • 7:55 PM

 I HATE STRAPLESS BRAS. Even push up strapless give no lift, which means flat boobage, which means my dress isn't going to look half as hot as it should.

Someone is listening to their music way too loud. I am going to kill them.


I AM currently drinking morroccan mint tea which BEH HELLA GOOOOOD.



You know that feeling where you just desperately want to get in someone's pants but know it would just be wrong? Yeah. Ugh.

May. 11th, 2008

  • 1:53 PM

Madeline and I went Mother's Day shopping yesterday. I got my mom My Fair Lady and Breakfast at Tiffany's on DVD, and a bag of Lindt Truffles.

Afterward she came over my house and we made smores, and mom was making a point of harassing me, as is always the case because I never have friends over. Sigh.

And today she's done nothing but bitch and be her bipolar self.  God save us.

Dad leaves for Chicago today. Should be back in a few, I suppose.


Prom is on Saturday :D But I still need to get a strap bra. Effffff.

May. 10th, 2008

  • 10:37 AM

 Sometimes I just get so frustrated at myself. AHHHHHHHHHHHH. Eff.


.....I need an effing shower.

Apr. 28th, 2008

  • 4:16 PM

 I know it's a cultural thing or whathaveyou, but I seriously cannot stand a girl flaunting never-shaven underarms and legs. I am the anti-natural.

For our chorus final, we are having a showcase of sorts. Solo performances. I think I will be doing this song:

 http://youtube.com/watch?v=9rxGqRyC8jM



Jazzzzzz ;)


Mom is on some whacked out shit medecine. Last night she was up all night and yelling at inanimate objects, crying, waking me up at 4 o clock thinking it was time for me to get up and ready for school (I don't get up till 5:45, but gave up and got up anyway) and she even woke the dogs up at 5 to feed them...of course, Dad still went to work after seeing her like that and Chey stayed home instead.

Life sucks so much sometimes.

 

Apr. 25th, 2008

  • 10:56 AM

 I'm so bored and I can't decide what to do. Nothing holds any appeal for me right now. UGHHHHHH.


My birds are hiding behind a picture standing on my bedroom shelf. I have no idea why. 


Watch this:

 http://youtube.com/watch?v=Es52WQKLumI

Apr. 19th, 2008

  • 2:37 PM

 Dude. I've been eating way to much lately. I mean, not obscene amounts (except on rare binging occasions), but compared to how great my diet was last year. Last year, I would not have ate a Moonpie. Last night, when Madeline came over to watch movies, I ate moonpies and popcorn, and finished off the box of moonpies this morning.

I'm a failure.

I got into Once Upon a Mattress. I got a call from the director (who I auditioned for last week) and she said I was in the production. BUT SHE DID NOT TELL ME AS WHAT! I'm assuming an ensemble member, but this little piece of me wants to hear I got the lead, which seemed possible at the audition. For the record, I will still be happy as an ensemble member :D


If one more person rings the doorbell, I will kill them.


Okay. No more junk food. For at least the next week.

Apr. 11th, 2008

  • 10:48 PM

It really distresses me how so many people feel forced into promiscuity. Not prostitution- but just sharing their bodies with new people every week. I'm sure some people like that kind of lifestyle, but I think most feel some sort of depressing compulsion to do it, particularly the homosexual community. Unfortunate.



Today, Madeline and I went hiking on the battlefield. The whole trail and back took us at least 3 hours, and I am completely sunburned on one side of my body. Eff. 

I haven't really hung out with anyone on a weekly basis in years. It feels wierd, to the point where I almost feel like we look like lesbians together even though we are both 100% heterosexual and 80% of what we talk about is guys, in all their muscled, penile glory :D  My friendships with people are always so goddamn wierd, because I rarely have good ones, and don't know how to handle them well. I don't know how to 'hang out' with people comfortably.

This was a strange post.

Apr. 7th, 2008

  • 8:07 PM

 Does anyone else tend to associate numbers with genders? For example, the numbers five and seven are definitely 'female numbers' to me, while 1and 8 strike me as 'males'.

Sesame street must have damaged me as a child.

Apr. 6th, 2008

  • 3:52 PM

I love being pale...and once again, I am so obviously Irish in lineage it's disgusting (disgustingly COOL!): 
 

God, I haven't felt like doing anything at all for days.

My mom thinks she is so badass. Her and dad are trying to lift a tv, and she is trying to take all the weight, saying my 6'4'', 250 pounds of sturdy fat and muscle father
 will hurt himself.

knggjshgha;aldf




 

Apr. 4th, 2008

  • 12:10 PM

 I had a dream last night that I had this pair of well-fitting skinny jeans with batman emblems stitched on the pockets. I was actually really disappointed to wake up and discover they had only been a dream figment, because they were SWEEET.

I can't wait to escape my mother's clutches in August. You love her sometimes, hate her others, but in general she makes your life a living hell.

 

The show went as well as can be expected last night. This one girl in the show was given a speaking role even though she can't remember shit and has a stuttering problem. I know I shouldn't be hard on her, but it's difficult when she consistently screws up her lines and the rest of us have to try to fix it so we don't all look like jackasses on stage in front of a whole audience. Sigh.

In other news, our costumes are sweet.

Mar. 30th, 2008

  • 10:20 AM

 


Disappointing, because IIIII am the one who wanted to see it, and Dad spent $45 bucks to take us to the movie theatre.

But I did get some Nutty Bavarian cinnamon-glazed almonds out of the deal. That made it a little sweeter.

Mar. 29th, 2008

  • 9:59 AM

 I went to Kayla and Lanee's b-day party yesterday with Chey and Madeline. It was fun, but what can I say? I prefer my days home and doing nothing.

We took a bunch of pictures. I must be the most narcisstic person alive because all the pictures said to me: 'Damn, girl, you need to lose weight' or 'Your forehead is too wrinkly' or 'You look like Godzilla among the little japanese people.'

Seriously. This un-photogenic thing is really going to damage my future career. 

Oh, my god. And Lanee and Kayla are going to be posting those online. EFF. EFF. EFF.

Sigh. Stupid things really damage my self-esteem.

Mar. 28th, 2008

  • 9:57 PM


OMG. This killed me. 

If you don't laugh, you're crazy.

Mar. 27th, 2008

  • 5:39 PM

 So, Madeline and I decided we were going to head downtown, just because we both hadn't go off our asses all week and we wanted milkshakes.

Well, we got our milkshakes, bought a Charleston Chew, and eventually made our way to the library where we took a bench and chilled. 

We noticed there were a lot of black people there, which- not to be prejudiced- just does not happen, ever, not in front of the library (and I'm there almost every week). They happened to be 'representin'' with their blue bandannas hanging out of the pockets and such (one douche had three on him) and were trading sly looks to fellow bandanna wearers, who were carrying plastic bags and walking into the library. And out of nowhere, a gang unit cop shows up with his buddies and rounds them up for questioning. A couple bad guys who arrived late saw the cops and managed to sneak in unnoticed. Stupid little kids were walking right through this little interrogation circle.

And meanwhile, Madeline and I are just sitting on the bench, front row seats, eating our Charleston Chew.  

But nothing happened. Then they all dispersed. LAME.



It was an interesting afternoon. We went into the dog store fifteen minutes later, and the lady at the register was on the phone yelling at someone. Madeline and I were the only ones in the store, so it was really quiet, and then suddenly "Well, if you would follow through with it I would quit bringing it up!" And as we left, the lady goes "Sorry you had to hear this. If you're not already married, don't, and don't marry a guy with kids."

Ha...good times.

Now I'm eating Digiorno pizza.

I don't think I've written this much on LJ in ages.

Mar. 26th, 2008

  • 8:42 PM

 I made dinner today, and successfully, thank you very much. I made Zatarain's Jambalaia. 

That's good shiiii. 


I hate feeling restricted to what I can do creatively. All I want out of life is to be able to write, perform, do it all and be successful at it all. But sometimes I feel like time dictates I must choose a primary art. UGH.

Once Upon a Mattress auditions in a couple weeks.

Mar. 25th, 2008

  • 9:15 PM

 Lauren brought me a present today :D This sparkly purple eyeliner from CVS or something. In all honesty, she stole it, but that makes it all the sweeter. I'm too ethical to steal, but if others want to do it for me, I'm down.

Screw hi-def. It makes all the beautiful people ugly.

 

 

--Edit--

I would just like to reassert how much I despise feminism and most feminist women.

Mar. 25th, 2008

  • 4:45 PM

 So. This is my new LJ. It's...pretty much the same. But it's a new start on LJ life!


I ate all my Easter candy, including a chocolate bunny. Mainly because I didn't want it sitting around, tempting me.

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