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T.I.A.I.L.W.: Madame (or is it Professor?) Hooch.
JKR's idea of a female gym teacher complete with a..um...unforgetable last name. *snicker*
Oh, by the way, i got that security job i was holding out for. I'll be a watchdog at a mall off of the plaza. My white shirt will say 'security' on it, and i'll be walking around for 8 hours at a time. I'll probably also be driving a toyota tundra truck for vehical patrol. I hope it's one of the purple ones. I get state certified and all with this. Well I did alright for a schite situation.
i h8 word perfect
I'm having a strange experience after having seen the Harry Potter movie first and only now reading the book (yes that's right i got suckered into reading them...all the books available, a wonderful sinkhole for my new free time). There are so many overlapping visual but other details and general intimate layers that were left out of the film- certainly the time frame of it all or the pace time moves at is a little different in the books then in the movies. I've got to say though, if there wasn't such a fuss over the whole Harry Potter series, after reading the first two paragraphs I may not have suffered the rest of the book let alone the rest of the series.
I watched it and I like The L word. Besides some smashingly erotic sex (and some really depressing sex, and the fact no lesbians have that much sex) the characters are interesting and do have a depth that gets shown. Yay drama, yay pretty hip peppy L.A. lesbians, yay not having any huge political issues to really explore or an axe to grind, yay appropriately names dyke bars. Can’t keep the character’s frikking names strait though.
Reg and Holly consipred to get me a pedicure, the logic of ‘us taking the risk if you do’ worked, and despite my traumatic memories of a nasty manicure for a highschool dance, I gave it a go. So now I have pretty little toes with ‘I’m not really a waitress’ pearly deep red nailpolish. They even mannaged not to take off any of my much needed calouses. I think the bright red toenailes be a nice distraction I can take advantage of in Jiu Jitsu. It was at least the most unexpected x-mas gift I’ve received that I can remember.
Met a cute foreign exchange student from Kurdistan but was smart enough not to give my number to her. I have learnt my lesson with eastern european women.
Bunco is an insane American game. It’s a drunken social roller coaster with the thrill of luck rolled in.
I heart the Fying Saucer.
Dr. Pepper and my beloved Enchilada Vera Cruz with artichoke heart from Cantina Laredo was had. At least one meal is always waiting for me in Dallas.
There’s just no more getting drunk at sea level for me- it takes to much damn alcohol. I just get dehydrated, and end up with a hang over.
Even Tim, despite his complaining, liked Sue Ellen’s. After all, no one is going to judge or confront you there.
A bit of embarrassment and other odd feelings of being so cared for, and having people tell me so. But all in all, a very affirming trip.
Go ahead, bring on the apocalypse.
Today I give thanks for stupid people, or at least easily embarrassed people, or perhaps oblivious people.
'But Ari,' you say, 'stupid people and their kin have almost always annoyed you and been a tiresome burden in life!' Well you're right, but today is the day of the ideeeot and here's why:
After a hard day of moving out of the dorms and general running around like a chook with it's head cut off I realized I had skipped lunch and dinner so on my way home I stopped my bike outside Trader Joe’s. As I was parking and getting my helmet off I heard a large cracking sound. I thought it might have been some fender bender. I looked up to see a 2000 white VW bug pulling out in front of me. It pulled out far enough to reveal that the crunch was not any kind of car damage but groceries being run over. The driver stopped in the reverse of her turn and must have been able to see some of the spill that had been caused. As I began to walk towards the scene to inform her or help her pick it up (I must have had a funny look on my face, half pointing at the strewn spewed groceries) she began driving away. The grocery bag remained attached to her front bumper all the way out the lot making a terrible scraping sound as it went across the asphalt. I watched her drive off and after she had gone, looked about at the mess she'd left. I turned out that 3 out of 4 hot house tomatoes were fine, one out of four otherwise guacamolied avocados, the vitamin b and c supplements bottles were totally intact, one out of the two 'eggless egg salads', one out of two carrot juice bottle, both four packs of Californian veggie burgers (slightly flattened), but the nice salmon and the goat chees were ruined. It was better than the best dumpster diving.
So dinner was on Ms. dummy who probably ran over her own groceries and didn't stop to ask questions. My stomach and my bank account (as of yet with no income) were pleased.
Glory- one mans glory in war is anothers horror.
Greatness- I’ve met people who are great at something, or even two things, but they are not great people, all round.
Wisdom- no, I’ve never met anyone who's wise. Maybe all the saints have already died.
I’d rather just be a vessel at the point, empty on my own but always having potential. If something else could just execute the decision that hurtle me through these struggles, I may be able to accept them.
Rocky's wins over Evangelo's Mediteranian for pool playing bar- you don't ever feel like you may get shot, beaten or worse there. And they like the Steelers.
Britain vs USA vs Canada vs Australia
Aussies: Dislike being mistaken for Pommies when abroad.
Canadians: Are indignant about being mistaken for Americans when abroad.
Americans: Encourage being mistaken for Canadians when abroad.
Brits: Can't possibly be mistaken for anyone else when abroad.
Aussies: Believe you should look out for your mates.
Brits: Believe you should look out for those who belong to your club.
Americans: Believe people should look out for themselves.
Canadians: Believe that's the government's job.
Americans: Flag-waving, anthem-singing and obsessively patriotic to the point of blindness.
Canadians: Can't agree on the words to the anthem, when they can be bothered to sing it.
Aussies: Extremely patriotic to their beer, would sing the anthem if they knew the words.
Brits: Do not sing at all but prefer a brass band to perform the anthem.
Americans: Spend most of their lives glued to the idiot box.
Canadians: Don't, but only because the government won't let them have more American channels.
Brits: Pay a tax to watch four lousy channels.
Aussies: Export all their crappy programs which no one there watches, to Britain, where everybody loves them.
Americans: Will jabber on incessantly about football, baseball and basketball.
Brits: Will jabber on incessantly about cricket, soccer and rugby.
Canadians: Will jabber on incessantly about hockey, hockey, hockey, and how they beat the Americans twice in baseball.
Aussies: Will jabber on incessantly about how they beat the Poms in every sport they play them in.
Americans: Spell words differently, but still call it English.
Brits: Pronounce words differently, but still call it English.
Canadians: Spell like Brits, pronounce like Americans.
Aussies: Add "G'Day", "mate", and a heavy accent to everything they say in a futile attempt to get laid.
Brits: Shop at home and have goods imported because they live on an island.
Aussies: Shop at home and have goods imported because they live on an island.
Americans: Cross the southern border for cheap shopping, gas and liquor in a backwards country.
Canadians: Cross the southern border for cheap shopping, gas and liquor in a backwards country.
Americans: Drink weak, pissy-tasting beer.
Canadians: Drink strong, pissy-tasting beer.
Brits: Drink warm, beery-tasting piss.
Aussies: Drink anything with alcohol in it.
Americans: Believe that poverty and failure are morally suspect.
Canadians: Believe that wealth and success are morally suspect.
Brits: Believe that wealth, poverty, success and failure are inherited things.
Aussies: Believe that none of this matters after several beers.
Did you know by law you are able to write a check on anything? ANYTHING. think of the possibilities...
All you need to include are the payee's name, your name, your bank, the amount, and an announcement of the check such as 'Pay to the order of'.
green chili bagle and green chili clam chowder.
Jezuth- an older version of the early Lois from DTWOF walked into the bar with a far too young thing on her arm.
Ah, Santa Fe, how well you hide you secrets.
Samurai- Tori Amos
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Revival- Reverend Horton Heat
People don't mind a bloodbath when done by someone with a plan, a vision, a strong belife and passion.
She wishes she were tragic, because 'tragic people have something great about them, instead of just being a collection of junk like most of us are'.
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Jana Angelakis. Three time Olympic women's foil gold medalist. Now NYC's only female gym owner.
Arlen Ness' work makes me almost want a chopper style bike.
Red Diamonds baby. Although, a ruby is a much better invesment carrot wise.
I think i would enjoy this sort of vacation activity.
Bubble tea isn't that great.
He thinks hairstyles are vain.
I want to be able to sleep with my eyes open. Only, without the blindness.
After watching the 'Stupid Spoiled Whore Video Playset' episode of Southpark i am very enamerade of Mr. Slave's abilities.
Maybe i just need some more of the right kind of stimulation and chemical brain imbalance.
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