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[Nov. 29th, 2009|12:30 am] |
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500 days of summer
paper heart
the time traveller's wife (novel)
regina spektor
gogogo!!! |
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[May. 24th, 2009|01:24 am] |
kay so. i have nothing better to do. so here's my secret: i love fabrics.
HERE IS A GREAT FABRIC.
okay here's another.
and another.
i was browsing the most inspirational website in the universe and found this!
oh martha, you pickled muntz. |
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[May. 23rd, 2009|11:35 pm] |
wow, having to work means i have no personal life. i barely have time to do anything. i make sandwhiches (how the fuck do you spell this word, anyway?) for people all day long. HOT PEPPERS OR PICKLES ON YOUR BLACK ANGUS, SIR? all i ever eat is quiznos. dear lord.
ugh, i'm so exhausted i don't know what to write about. other than I AM BORED, I AM SICK OF NOT LIVING IN MY OWN PLACE AND I HATE CUSTOMERS WHO ARE MEAN. AND DEAF. FUCK HOW LOUD MUST I ASK YOU IF YOU MIND RED ONIONS AND TOMATOES? are you not ready for this question??? can you believe that people don't know what "FOR HERE OR TO GO" means?? WELL FUCKING YES THEY DO NOT.
i have nothing else to say. i'm depressed that i won't move on june 1st. i might move august 1st. ugh.
BUT JERRY SEINFELD IS COMING TO OTTAWA ON AUGUST 21st, THERE IS A GOD. and that god is on my side. IF HE DOESN'T CANCEL.
i hope he shows up in his sneakers.
i'm still wearing my quiznos uniform.
IVE SEEN STAR TREK AND X-MEN SO I'M NOT SO OUT OF THE LOOP.
why am i bothering to write this????/sjhokds |
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[Feb. 27th, 2009|08:16 am] |
I got a job. Yep. But I'm not going to it anymore. Why? Simply put: I can't do it. I broke down into tears the minute I stepped out of that place. I had so much work to do. I don't even remember half my day. I never sat down, I never stopped. No one trained me--well for like brief 5 minute explainations every hour from a fucking french guy who can't even speak English, and some fucking list I had to follow. Everyone tells me I should stay. "Oh it's your first day, don't give up." I don't need this type of shit. I don't need to bawl my eyes out each time I think of even stepping into that place again. I took it because it was $11.50/hour and I thought it would be easy. It would have been if I was more experienced I guess.
Little did I know greed brings nothing more but worries. I am going out today to hand out resumes at a place where I can get a minimum wage, doing a shitty little job I can do, until I have enough confidence to get a job like that. ...Wait, no, I never, ever ever wanna go back. I hated it.
It felt like poison. They weren't the nicest people--they weren't nice at all. I felt like I was being taken advantage of. I'd rather be comfortable doing a job getting paid less, then getting paid more to have a nervous breakdown everyday.
This is my life, and I know what makes me feel good, and I won't let anyone else tell me what to do.
You seriously want me to go crazy? |
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[Feb. 25th, 2009|12:57 pm] |
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Argh, I have a blogger now, or whatever. I am addicted to blogging BUT I actually have nothing say. I just like loading my blog, looking how it looks. I'm ... funny like that, I guess.
I am in desperate need of a job. No, I'm not pregnant. I'm SICK OF LIVING OFF PEEPS. It stresses me out. It makes me critical, angry, controlling, and irrational. It's not pretty. It sorta reminds me.. of my mom. Except I don't make up fictitious stories or call people way too much. I don't worry that much either. I don't want to be bald. :/
Although when I don't let stress over take me, I become calm and well... fun to be around. Realizing where my stress comes from played a big part in changing my attitude. I now feel more..alive, I don't feel like I'm letting someone down. Though, sometimes, I admit, I feel fucking stressed, but I realize that I KNOW I will get this apartment. This job. This life.
That makes me feel like a million bucks. There's nothing that can stop me, when I have this feeling. And it's the best.
Angie ------> I don't know if you ever read my rants, but I've read your "selfish" post, and all I gotta say is:
Don't be too hard of yourself, you are young and hormonal, just like me. The fact that you realize this in yourself is wonderful. You can change, you need to know that. You deserve to be happy. Any negative comment you might think of, absolutely refuse to even accept it, and replace it with something positive. Don't bring yourself down, ever. If you don't learn to love yourself and accept who you are, and your capability and ability to change, you will continue to feel like this. If you don't love yourself, then who will? Do you know what I'm saying? You are your own universe and your task is to take care and love yourself as much as possible. Thank yourself everyday. Treat yourself to a nice bath. Eat healthy foods. Feed your mind with positive thoughts and only then will the flowers bloom!
I used to think that it was silly and stupid (I found it to be impossible) to be content and positive, but it's really in your mind. Your brain is the almighty powerful force behind everything. If you seriously realize this, life is full of magic.
Just... oozing of magic. :] |
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[Dec. 16th, 2008|10:35 am] |
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IT'S OFFICIAL. I AM A GRADUATE.
FUCCCCCCCCK YEAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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[Dec. 16th, 2008|12:02 am] |
I don't have much to say today, other than:
- The Big Bang rocks my world. Sheldon you are my soulmate.
- Curb your Enthusiasm...well, gosh need I say more?
- Greek chicken + cucumber + sour cream + naan bread = delicious mess
- Television gives me nightmares..
- I'm craving turkey, gravy, mashed potatoes, caesar salad with croutons, and cranberry sauce.
- I'M ITCHY ALL OVER, WTF IS THIS SHIT????
- I hate cab drivers--oh and I hate prostitutes.
- I also hate my neighbourhood.
- It makes me cry.
- Prostitutes also make me cry.
- I have a problem with eating food.
- I love eating, I love eating, I love eating, I love eating.
- I am ashamed of my Canadian heritage, and I hope somewhere/somehow in my genes I'm Aboriginal.
- I am ashamed of my eating. Overeating rocks. -_-
- I'll be fat if I don't start working out.
- I hate this list now.
- I am annoyed.
- I can't fucking stop.
- I NEED A FUCKING CAESAR SALAD/TURKEY SANDWHICH/MASHED POTATOES PLATE.
- ohdearlord. |
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[Jul. 24th, 2008|11:18 pm] |
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There is always something special about finishing a book. Like a new door opening. A new color. A new smell. It's just.. so magical. Like a new insight on life, even if the story is fictional. I feel so complete. I try telling this to my dad and he simply nods. He doesn't get it. It's okay, he hasn't read the book in a while. I guess it didn't touch him as much as it touched me.
I am going to buy a mouse when I have the money and name it Algernon.
And if I ever do have a kid, I will name her/him Charlie.
That is all, my friends. |
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[Jun. 4th, 2008|12:30 am] |
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to do:
- finish my earth and space science course
- >>> finish unit 4 + unit 5 // study for unit 2, unit 3, unit 4, unit 5 // start summative
- ONLY FOUR DAYS LEFT TILL END OF CLASS.
- print out application for value village, fill it out, send it in, please allow myself to save money
- spend as much time as possible with my lover
- eat better, not more meat breakfast, only oatmeal
- ask ati for a bicycle
uuuugh so much to do. |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2008|09:37 am] |
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man is it ever hot in my room! that's all i have to say. |
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[Jun. 1st, 2008|11:04 pm] |
yay! paid account!
yay! no one is reading!
yay! i like to bitch and complain about robots!
yay! i have no friends!
yay!
yay! |
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