Gwarg, my throat hurts. It feels swollen. This isn't cool. My life is complicated. Happy! But complicated.
Stole this from Lauren. w00t.
A- Available: Not so much...it's a little complicated
A - Age: 19
A - Annoyance: My fucking throat
B - Braces: Going in....11 hours.
B - Bar: I've only ever been to Buck's....
B - Birthday?: January 7th
C - Crush: Oh Bea Arthur....
C - Car: Falling apart
C - Cat(s): Two. Evil incarnate.
D - Dead Pets Name: Taffy :(
D - Dads Name: Bob
D - Dog: Golden retriever, Maggie; Terrier mix, Taffy
E - Easiest Person To Talk To: Jesus! No, I dunno....Aidan probably
E - Eggs: No thanks, I'm full
E - Email: I'm sure it's on my profile
F - Favorite Color: Purple is pretty.
F - Food: CHICKEN AND TACOS! WHO WANTS CHICKEN AND TACOS!
F - Fruit: Pear
G - Gummy Bears or Worms: Worms
G - God: Odin
G - Good Time: Anytime I'm hanging with friends. We don't NOT have fun
H - Hair Color: Reddy-brown at the moment
H - Height: 5'4
H - Happy: Pretty damn
I - Ice Cream: Dairy Milk
I - Idol: Billy....GET IT! GET IT! Fuck off
J - Jewelry: Earrings constantly, sometimes fun ones, it all depends
J - Job: Chapters/Empire. My life is good
K - Kids: Not at the moment thanks, I'm full
K - Karate: Not since I was 5
K- Kung Fu: I'm a ninja on the weekends
L - Longest Car Ride: London--> Newcastle...it's a LONG time
L - Longest shower: 20 minutes
L - Love: Family, friends, SUPERNATURAL
M - Milk Flavor: Milk.
M - Mothers Name: Lynda
M - Movie Last Watched: Um.....The History Boys
N - Number of Siblings: Kyle, older
N - Northern or Southern: North for life! Fuck those yankees
N - Name: Karen
O - One Wish: I wouldn't mind a new car
O - One Phobia: Zoooooommmmmmbiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssss!
O - Otter: Delicious!
P - Parents, are they married or divorced: Married
P - Part of your personality you like best: My zany sense of humour
Q - Quick or Slow?: Little bit of column A, little bit of column B. I've got time for both.
R - Reason to smile: ;) He knows. Also, fluffy kitties
R - Reality TV Show: America's Next Top Model...damn you Kyle/Aidan/Brad/Tyler
R - Right or Left: Right
S - Song Last Heard: The Imperial March from Star Wars...fucking Aidan and her hockey
S - Season: of love! Fall's pretty kickass
S - Soda: Dr Pepper
T - Time you woke up: 6AM
T - Time Now: 946 PM
T - Time for bed: Much later
U - Unicorns: There's no such thing?!?!?!
U - U are: uncouth.
V - Vegetable you hate: Peas
V - Vegetable you love: BABY CORN!
V - View on Politics: Stewart/Colbert 2008!
W - Where are you going to travel next: Pick Kyle's ass up from work
W - Watchful: Sweet sweet boy love
X - X-tra special someone: ........Pete. Hehe, hehe...must stop laughing creepily at own inside jokes
Y - Year you were born: 1988
Y - Year it is now: 2007
Y - Yellow: snow. It's not recommended
Z - Zoo Animal: RED PANDA! Is it a bear, is it a marsupial, PICK A SPECIES!
Z - Zodiac: Capricorn
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Sunday, May 20, 2007
I Loves Me Some Pie
Grurgh...it is so a sound effect.
So, even though the bronchitis meds are well and truly done, I still have a cough. And it is a most unfortunate one because it sounds like I'm clearing my throat at you even though I am definitely not. So if perchance I'm standing behind you and you think I'm clearing my throat at you, I'm actually coughing. Unless you're being a douche, then it's definitely an angry throat clearing.
AUSSI, I ordered Runaways 4 weeks ago. Where is it? Not at my fucking house that's for damn sure! *irrational anger because clearly she's already read it*
In autre news, it took us until 1240 to close tonight! ARRRGH! *stabs certain concession workers who totally don't know who they are but definitely deserve it right in the eye*.....*but totally not the OTHER concession worker who actually did his jobs. well done. pat on the back* I hate new kids...I wish I was dead...or sleeping.
SPEAKING OF SLEEPING, I was kept up until 130 yesterday morning by the most delightful little movie. Maybe you've heard of it, maybe you haven't, The History Boys? Based on the ridiculously popular play and starring THE SAME GUYS from the play in the actual film itself (which really REALLY enhances the experience lemme tell you) it basically centers around a group of 8 boys in England who are ridiculously smart (like, frighteningly) and who all have a chance at Oxbridge (ie. Oxford or Cambridge University) and ridiculous amounts of glory. It's actually amazingly put together and made me seriously consider (until I found out how much it costs) going to a university in England. Because they're education system? Way better than ours. Like, leaps and bounds better. We make the Americans look like shit (sometimes), but damn, the British have us beat into a tasty maple flavoured pulp. Even if there is inappropriate fondling. But mmmm, British boys. ...ANYWAY, give it a go, it's worth the effort.
Also, extremely excited for HP7 release night. "Deatheater #75" is a go, repeat, "Deatheater #75 a.k.a. Cannon Fodder" is a go. Now I just need a corset. And a skirt. And a cloak. And a temporary Dark Mark tattoo....oh dear.
Supernatural is over for the next four months.... *le sigh* Oh Dean, what will I do without you? Other than get repetitive stress problems in my hand....wow, you didn't need to know that. Oh well, it's already been typed, too late to go back now.
Auf wedershen pets....no, I can't type in German. Neither can you. Shut up about it.
So, even though the bronchitis meds are well and truly done, I still have a cough. And it is a most unfortunate one because it sounds like I'm clearing my throat at you even though I am definitely not. So if perchance I'm standing behind you and you think I'm clearing my throat at you, I'm actually coughing. Unless you're being a douche, then it's definitely an angry throat clearing.
AUSSI, I ordered Runaways 4 weeks ago. Where is it? Not at my fucking house that's for damn sure! *irrational anger because clearly she's already read it*
In autre news, it took us until 1240 to close tonight! ARRRGH! *stabs certain concession workers who totally don't know who they are but definitely deserve it right in the eye*.....*but totally not the OTHER concession worker who actually did his jobs. well done. pat on the back* I hate new kids...I wish I was dead...or sleeping.
SPEAKING OF SLEEPING, I was kept up until 130 yesterday morning by the most delightful little movie. Maybe you've heard of it, maybe you haven't, The History Boys? Based on the ridiculously popular play and starring THE SAME GUYS from the play in the actual film itself (which really REALLY enhances the experience lemme tell you) it basically centers around a group of 8 boys in England who are ridiculously smart (like, frighteningly) and who all have a chance at Oxbridge (ie. Oxford or Cambridge University) and ridiculous amounts of glory. It's actually amazingly put together and made me seriously consider (until I found out how much it costs) going to a university in England. Because they're education system? Way better than ours. Like, leaps and bounds better. We make the Americans look like shit (sometimes), but damn, the British have us beat into a tasty maple flavoured pulp. Even if there is inappropriate fondling. But mmmm, British boys. ...ANYWAY, give it a go, it's worth the effort.
Also, extremely excited for HP7 release night. "Deatheater #75" is a go, repeat, "Deatheater #75 a.k.a. Cannon Fodder" is a go. Now I just need a corset. And a skirt. And a cloak. And a temporary Dark Mark tattoo....oh dear.
Supernatural is over for the next four months.... *le sigh* Oh Dean, what will I do without you? Other than get repetitive stress problems in my hand....wow, you didn't need to know that. Oh well, it's already been typed, too late to go back now.
Auf wedershen pets....no, I can't type in German. Neither can you. Shut up about it.
Labels:
bronchitis,
Dean,
Death Eater,
Empire,
HP7,
Runaways,
Supernatural,
The History Boys
Monday, May 7, 2007
Grrrr, Arrrgh
I have bronchitis.
It sucks.
Phlegm=dirty.
Dawn of the Dead, however, remains entertaining. As does David Wellington's "Monster" series.
Oh Richard Cheese, you saucy bastard.
I have a compelling need to watch Moulin Rouge.
It sucks.
Phlegm=dirty.
Dawn of the Dead, however, remains entertaining. As does David Wellington's "Monster" series.
Oh Richard Cheese, you saucy bastard.
I have a compelling need to watch Moulin Rouge.
Labels:
Moulin Rouge,
phelgm,
Richard Cheese
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