| I HATE EARWIGS |
[26 Jul 2009|08:22pm] |
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HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE
Guess that'll teach me not to leave unopened cookies anywhere from now on. I was taking the cookie out of the tray going 'I hope no earwigs got in here lol that'd suck' and then there was one under the cookie and I had to freak out and trash the whole package. Fuck bugs, fuck living in a basement because bugs. Also this is the second week in a row I've suffered massive cookie loss because last week Jamie's mom ate all of them.
Alas, when will I enjoy my frosted oatmeal cookies?
In other basement news, cat peed on clean bag of clothes, had to wash them all again. Centipede fell out of clothes bag when I was dumping them back in the wash. Dead earwig in one of the water bowls, cat seems to be drinking out of the other one until I get over the grossness of dealing with a dead earwig.
I wish every single earwig in the entire world would die right now. I do not care if earwigs go extinct.
Also can't wait to not live in a basement I hope we get a third floor apartment because every bug is easier to deal with than earwigs.
Uughhhhh
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| boy have i sure got egg on my face |
[23 May 2009|04:07pm] |
I just found out that I'm getting kicked out by August, fulfilling my dreams of both not living here and losing my job.
I am the pinnacle of failure.
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| SCANNER COP |
[22 Jan 2009|10:24pm] |
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my friends
if you like really terrible movies as much as i do you need to watch scanner cop. it is about a telepathic cop fightin to save his father from being killed by brainwashed teens a crazy evil scientist sent after him. plusses: exploding head of the most obnoxious villainous fortuneteller ever, scenes where the cop uses telepathy and there's a million closeups of him making constipated faces while "eee eeee eeeee eeeeee eeee" music plays in the background, bad acting.
i only caught the second half and it was so terrible but i couldn't look away because it was so terrible
oh also the villainous evil scientist has a metal plate in his head because scanner cop's dad shot off a part of his skull. in the end scanner cop telekinetically destroys him with enlarged veins or something and the plate pops off his head.
lol
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| my review of the movie 'waitress' |
[09 Jan 2009|09:29pm] |
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I'm not putting this behind a cut because it's kind of a shitty movie and I don't care if I spoil it for you.
So usually I'm not drawn to romances in the slightest, but my weak spot for this movie was Nathan Fillion. I love him and I want to do him and I will watch any role he plays even if it's in a disgusting alien comedy where everyone turns gross as hell and it's not really that funny because it's so bad.
It was on, I decided to watch it. It was trying desperately to be some kind of dramedy, but failed because it tried to mix the wrong kind of seriousness with the wrong kind of comedy. All of the 'serious' scenes were laden with heavy almost-abusive husband drama (the overplayed hollywood kind). And some of the 'funny' scenes were so ridiculous they felt like they belonged in a different kind of movie altogether. And if this had been that movie, it might have been great. But it wasn't.
Basic storyline:
Woman with abusive controlling husband is pregnant, meets doctor (also married), they fall in love and have an affair and it's whirlwind and also she works at a fucking pie shop and dreams of owning her own one day. Nathan Fillion is hot, it's steamy, but there are no sex scenes except for a particularly uncomfortable one between the main character and her creepy husband. Her friends have crazy lives alongside her in a contrived best friends 4 eva kind of way. So the old man who owns the pie shop ends up being a confidant of the main character while she serves him and there is much retarded symbolism about how she needs to change her life etc etc. In the end she has her baby, old man dies and leaves her his pie shop, and she leaves both her husband and Nathan Fillion.
Pros: I was surprised when the would-be rape scene with her husband dissolves instead of her getting raped; also surprised when the domestic violence didn't tread much further than a slap and some rough handling. Not that these are really pros at all, because it was still present. Also surprised that the 'strong female main character' actually left at the end. I was half expecting her relationship with Nathan Fillion to turn terrible sour, half expecting them to be happily ever after. Neither happens.
Cons: The sole reason the main character decides to live life on her own is when her (heretofore entirely unwanted baby that she had no feelings for whatsoever) is born. This is it. The big climax I was waiting for, the turning point, is the fucking baby.
Pro of this Con: The reason she is so happy is the baby is a girl and not a boy.
Continuing cons: THE FUCKING BABY. So our heroine escapes from a depressing common life being second-class to her gross husband and her affair, but she still has to escape through the conventions of mainstream heterocentric (is that even a word?) society. She has a baby, and an old MAN saves her from poverty by leaving her everything.
The moral of this story is that a woman does not find her own way out of a wretched existence, she is pulled out by the product of an unhappy marriage and by a kind old savior. I'd love to have some old guy give me his fortune because i was 'more than just a little waitress' (direct quote). But that's not really going to happen. Not that I really want a movie to be realistic, but it at least could have been totally unrealistic instead of just half unrealistic.
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| but really i'm not actually your friend but i am |
[28 Dec 2008|06:43pm] |
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More boring life updates from Amber woo
I opened a savings account as a part of my New Year's Resolutions (gay, I know). It's really just another checking account that I have no debit or checks for, and can transfer funds into and out of from or to my main account. Hoping to judge my own success through small-to-larger goals. The first one I'd like to reach is $500 dollars to use to go visit CLAUDIUS for my birthday. The second one is more vague, being enough money to buy a car or put down for an apartment.
Here's hoping I succeed.
Some other resolutions I remember (I wrote them in a notebook, which is not with me and I'm too lazy to get up and get):
-Start eating healthier
-Start writing every day
-Deal with my LOANZ
-Quit smoking
Pretty sure I'll fail at the smoking one, but I have about eleven total and if I get most of the others I'll be okay with that.
Other than that I'm pretty happy Christmas is over. I had a shitty HOLIDAY SEASON this year, didn't even get anyone any presents, and got all stressed out over it. But now it's over and I can just be normal-stressed about everything in the entire world.
I don't think I have anything else to say.
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| i hope you all like shitty photographs of drawings because i don't have a scanner |
[12 Dec 2008|07:34pm] |
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The first five people to comment in this post get to request a sketch of a character of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their drawing ability level. If you absolutely can't draw, I don't see why you wouldn't be able to offer drabbles or icons or something instead.
also lol if it's a character i don't know guess who gets a made up drawing
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| DJ BOBO IN THE HOUSE |
[10 Dec 2008|11:39pm] |
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VAMPIRES ARE ALIVE |
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VAMPIRES ARE ALIVE
OH THEY JUST HAVE TO SURVIVE
THEY'LL NEVER COME UNDONE
AND WE WILL BE FOREVER YOUNG
VAMPIRES GET ALIVE
I AM A VAMPIRE
I'M A SLAVE
I SLEEP THROUGH THE DAYLIGHT HENCE MY GRAVE
IN THE DARKNESS, IN THE SHADOWS
HERE I AM
I WANT YOU TO BE FOREVER MINE
TOGETHER UNTIL THE END OF TIME
LIKE A NIGHTMARE NEVER ENDING
LET ME CHANGE YOUR WORLD
VAMPIRES ARE ALIVE
OH THEY JUST HAVE TO SURVIVE
WE'LL NEVER COME UNDONE
AND WE WILL BE FOREVER YOUNG
VAMPIIIYIZ ARE ALIVE
VAMPIYIZ, VAMPIYIZ ARE ALIVE
TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT
LIVE A THOUSAND YEARS
DON'T BE SCARED DON'T DROWN IN TEARS
FREE YOUR SPIRIT AFTER MIDNIGHT
SELL YOUR SOUL
(LET IT GO)
FROM HEAVEN TO HELL ENJOY THE RIDE
YOU'RE HERE TO SURRENDED WITH YOUR LIFE
PRECIOUS VICTIMS MY DESIRE
LIVE ETERNALLY
VAMPIRES ARE ALIVE
OH THEY JUST HAVE TO SURVIVE
WE'LL NEVER COME UNDONE
AND WE WILL BE FOREVER YOUNG
VAMPIIIYIZ ARE ALIVE
AND WE WILL BE FOREVER YOUNG
VAMPIYIZ, VAMPIYIZ ARE ALIVE
AND WE WILL BE FOREVER YOUNG
VAMPIRES
ARE ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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| ugh |
[09 Dec 2008|12:26am] |
I like to think of livejournal as a chronicle of all my failures in life.
I read through countless posts from years ago just to go "ugh ugh ugh i was so gay" and then I realize I'm still pretty lame.
That's all.
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| turn up the tv, do you ever eat? a turkey turkey, take it from me |
[07 Dec 2008|08:31pm] |
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So I'm trying to work on the beginning of a story. And this happens a lot - every time I start it, I get intensely bored and give up within ten minutes. The idea is interesting. I love it, and when I describe it to people it both makes sense and interests them and me. Then I get PUMPED and decide to work on it. But when I try to work on it, I get bored and quit. Am I just not willing to put the effort into it? Or is this AUGH MY WRITER'S BLOCK? Am I not getting into the action quickly enough? My only successful story to date started out pretty quick with an SUV slamming into someone on the street.
Oddly enough, I want to start this story with someone getting hit by a car too. But unlike the other one, this one is going to be the main character. SEE I AM EVEN INTERESTED BY THIS POST. But I know if I start writing I'll just give up again.
Fuck this. Anyway. I don't have anything interesting to say. HOWEVER, I got a sports bra for the first time since 6th grade and I LOVE IT SO MUCH. My boobs are so supported! And it won't break down into a miserable pile of underwires and thread and bent hooks as fast as the other crappo bras I've had in the past. Now. With my intact regular bra, the one that doesn't really fit, when I bend down my boobs fall out. BUT NOT WITH MY NEW SPORTS BRA. I guess it's pretty sad that this is the only excitement in my life. But also I got some rad boots.
anyway.
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| Some commentary on things. |
[28 Oct 2008|11:47pm] |
1. I love Robert Downey Jr. and he is totally hot.
2. DEAR WEEZER/RIVERS CUOMO: STOP. IT'S NOT GOOD. IN FACT IT SUCKS, I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE A TROUBLEMAKER AND I DON'T CARE THAT YOU NEED SOME ROGAINE TO PUT IN YOUR HAIR. I KNOW YOU'RE STILL TRYING TO BE CUTE AND DORKY AND PLAY UP THE LOSER THING BUT YOUR MUSIC SUCKS AND YOUR LYRICS SUCK AND YOU SUCK. IT WOULD BE A GIFT TO EVERYONE, WHETHER THEY EVER LIKED YOU OR NOT, TO STOP MAKING MUSIC OR TRY SOMETHING NEW.
ps fuck you.
3. On an opposite note, Offspring, keep doing what you do. It still works for you and you are pretty good. Better now than the times of Pretty Fly For a White Guy and Original Pranksta now, yes, but those can be overlooked.
4. I love the theme song for the new James Bond movie, it's called Another Way to Die and I believe it is Jack White featuring Rihanna and it's awesome. Well. Playlist.com tells me it's Rihanna but it might not be.
5. Why is AC/DC still making music.
I guess I don't have anything else to comment on.
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| UGH |
[23 Sep 2008|09:21pm] |
Shitty cold turned SERIOUS ILLNESS in 24 hours. On Sunday I felt like shit, on Monday I was able to breathe less and less freely. Today I went to the walk-in (saying goodbye to the second 80 bucks in two months) and the doc said I have 'asthmatic bronchitis'. Basically my lungs HATE ME.
I was prescribed: two inhalers, antibiotics, steroid tablets, mucinex, nasal spray as needed, claritin. I also got a note for calling out today, and was told to stay out tomorrow too. Basically I don't have to go back to work until Friday because I have Thursday off too. It's gonna suck for my check next week but I'm pretty relieved that I actually have time to rest and let the meds kick in.
Last night I was in so much pain I swore I would quit smoking. I'm still thinking about it, but don't know if I really have the will power. I have been good today, I take a few puffs once in a while just for the nicotine. But I haven't even had one whole cigarette.
This doesn't mean I am going to quit. It just means I'm afraid of my lungs hurting. But I am forced to think that I wouldn't get such severity of illness if I wasn't an asthmatic smoker.
life choices blow.
At least I feel better than last night, despite fever and the feeling of wheezy mucus in my lungs.
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| a bowl full of jolly |
[21 Sep 2008|07:14pm] |
that is what my tea mug says around the rim. but i am far from a bowl of jolly because everything was fine, everything was good, it was okay, then all of a sudden BAM SICK. fuck you, antibodies. WORK HARDER. i don't know how or where illness came from. at first i thought it was an allergy attack and then it never went away and also got worse.
when i sneeze it feels like i'm expelling needles rather than mucus.
i am so drugged up on various things i probably shouldn't have mixed that i not only cannot be awake, i also cannot go to sleep.
i had to call out of work, which is a tremendous task for me to undertake because i get so anxious. my boss sounded pissed but didn't have anything negative to say to me - probably because if she can't find anyone else to cover me, she has to do it. and it's 3rd shift and we're short staffed so she probably has to do it. but she can't fire me anyway, and this is a legitimate illness. although i did mention last week i was getting tired of working the overnight. she can think what she wants though, at least i know i was honest. i could not have stayed up all night like this, and if i did i'd be sicker and call out tuesday anyway.
my sister is a lot more maternal than my mother ever was. i told her i was sick and the first thing she told me to do was stay out of work. i tried to argue, no, i can't they won't be able to find anyone etc. but in the end she was right. some people can work sick. i can't. last time i did that i had to pay 80 bucks at the walk-in and also had a persistent cough for like three weeks.
so anxiety aside, i'm chilling out in sick-mode. soup for dinner, plenty of fluids, surrounded by tissues, and also on the internet all night. i have tomorrow off too. so even though my nose is running like a leaky faucet and it hurts to swallow i guess it is pretty good not having to worry about work.
also this has to be the most boring post ever. OMG URGENT UPDATE I AM SICK EVERYONE MUST KNOW.
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| and when the cops ask me the reason, i will say i don't really know |
[23 Aug 2008|12:59am] |
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Woo. Life update. Not that anything's really changed. I saw Tropic Thunder tonight. I liked it. I really love Robert Downey Jr.
I keep telling myself all these things I need to get on top of, but then I don't do them. NO MOTIVATION. I haven't written anything since like. My senior project. Instead of getting any of my credit card paid off I've somehow racked up more debt on it. I haven't even looked at the loans I'm supposed to be paying off. I hardly ever go out, I kind of hate my job.
I did get my wireless router set up, but that's only something else that will keep me from doing other things. Being on the internet all the time again.
Also no romance in my life. I know, it's not that important, blah blah. I could at least stand to get laid though srsly.
I need to write. Instead I'm gonna hang out on the internet.
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[11 Aug 2008|10:17pm] |
There's really absolutely nothing new in my life, but I'm gonna post about it anyway.
The two new things: (oh, really, my life is this unexciting). Found out I'm actually a C cup, for one. Also found a new show I love. It's gay, I know: The Sarah Connor Chronicles. It happened to be on last night so I watched it and it's cool and yeah Summer Glau is basically playing the same character from Firefly only a little less crazy but it's all right with me because she's awesome.
And uh...I'm replaying Castlevania: Portrait of Ruin. It's more fun than Dawn of Sorrow or Aria of Sorrow. Although Dawn is more fun than Aria. I kind of didn't like Aria that much.
I haven't touched FF7 in at least a month, but I do mean to get back to it. I also mean to write, do the research I need to write, and um...be productive in some way. I guess I should brush up on my Japanese while I'm at it.
This post makes me look like such a dork.
I really don't have anything else to say. Woo. I think I had a dream I was driving with Amy and we were running from the cops or something.
Anyway
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| all ye who enter |
[30 Jul 2008|09:17pm] |
Ugghhghghgg.
My life is so boring right now. I go to work. I come home. I play DS. I watch too much tv. And I sleep. Also, I've had some kind of infection for almost two weeks that made my throat hurt and I hack up a lung and it just sucks. So I finally went to a walk-in clinic and paid 80 bucks and got prescribed some medicines. One is an antibiotic, I also had to get an albuterol inhaler, and mucinex and afrin over the counter. So I have to do all this shit all the time for the next ten days, but maybe I won't feel like I'm dying very very slowly anymore.
I re-started the Divine Comedy because I was bored. It's going to take me a million years to read but all this circles of hell crap is awesome. I don't think it's a very good translation though, because it's not like...Shakespeare-hard-to-read, it's more like...even if I read the line three times I still don't get it. And sometimes the sentence seems to be missing either a verb or a subject.
I wish I could go out somewhere, but alas. I have to work for the next three days anyway and I don't even know my schedule after that.
Yeah I wish this entry was more interesting too.
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| my voice just echoes off these walls |
[17 Jul 2008|09:47pm] |
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Life has been incredibly boring lately. I get up, I play Phoenix Wright, I go to work, I come home, go online, play more Phoenix Wright, smoke weed, eat, sleep. It's not a bad life, I just wish I could win the lottery and not have to work.
I did not get the proofreading job; I got an impersonal email telling me I did not score high enough and should place an ad for my services in the fucking publisher's clearinghouse magazine or some shit. Fuck you, guy. People never write fiction or poetry with COMPLETELY 100% ACE COMPOUND WORDS AND PUNCTUATION anyway. Jackass. It's more about making sure shit doesn't sound awkward and it flows nicely.
Maybe I should put an ad on craigslist. I guess it couldn't hurt. Even if people sent me shitty fanfiction as long as I got paid I'd deal.
I need to start playing more lottery so I have more chances of winning millions of dollars. Not significantly more chances, just...slightly more.
I need to write more. Same shit different day. Also I have to get up at 5:30 tomorrow morning and there's no way I'll get to bed early. Whatev.
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