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I was an extra in a movie yesterday. It was not very fun but I think you should be able to see me in some scenes when it comes out. I was supposed to go today too but I decided my other obligations, like an interview for a consistent job and paying my rent, were a little more important
The interview was a preliminary screening and I passed or whatever so they're trying to set up an interview for early next week. Saweeet.
This song still makes me cry every time I hear it:
I love it so.
There's also this version, which is weird:
I like weird things though.
I know I've mentioned my magazine project before on here. Well, I posted a thread in the lounge about this and got a great response so I figured I'd post it here as well:
Last night Panda_Eyes and I had a pretty fun time doing something that could be described as a) harassing the po-lice; b) stickin it to the man; or c) verbally, drunkenly crusading for justice. This group of very obviously trashed brodudes and one of their girlfriends were about to get in their vehicle. The cops stopped them. At first it seemed that they were arguing a bit. Then it seemed to get friendly. They talked for about a half an hour. WITH THEIR LIGHTS FLASHING INTO OUR WINDOWS THE WHOLE TIME AT 3AM. All these kids were waaaasted! The girl was so drunk she kept teetering back and forth the whole time. And yet their conversation with the cops was literally this little brodown complete with laughing and shoulder slapping and hand shaking and gee-shucks-I-shouldn't have-ing. I believe I yelled out the window "If he wasn't wearing khaki shorts and flip flops and a shirt with the collar popped you'd be arresting him right now!" You know they were a little browner or a little dirtier or maybe one of them had a mohawk.... Ugh. Gross.
Making declarations out of our window is my new favorite pastime.
Oh, and who will I be seeing at Hell City next weekend?
My life since the last update has basically consisted of me trying to fight people at bars/nightclubs. My techniques of doing so consisted of, but were not limited to, the following things:
- Telling some rudeass, toothless rockasilly dude I was going to claw his eyes out and slap him in front of the entire bar ("it might not hurt but it's going to humiliate the shit out of you"). He and my friend have some longstanding beef so he was being a dick to her and then he kept trying to drag my boyfriend into their dramz.
- Throwing ice cubes at gross orange faux lesbians groping each other to attract men on the dancefloor of this ridiculous nightclub.
- Calling out some creepster old dude who was standing on a balcony at the same night club, staring down girls' dresses.
- Leaning out my window whilst loudly critiquing poor fashion choices.
- Spitting at frat dudes out of my window.
I am quite a lady. Panda_Eyes loves it when I get like that. And by loves I mean wants to kill me.
Here are some pictures from Antietam's birthday:
I guess some people have been talking about a certain aspect of my personal life so I want to go on record about it on the off chance that someone comes across this. I appreciate the concern of said people. Yes, shittiness has gone down, and it hasn't gone unaccounted for. But though things may appear a certain way, they are far more complex than any of these people know. It's almost laughable that anyone would think I'd be one of THOSE people. I have way too much self respect. Seriously. Kthxbai. Cryptic, I know.
Ummmmm anyway.
Still on the job hunt. Had some interviews. Who knows. I'm trying, and I'm trying HARD. It's getting really frustrating.
I'm searching for three things that keep alluding me (besides a job):
I find this man very attractive/awesome:
I am going to go jump in bed with him now.
BYE-BYE!
Hot tubs. Booze. Antietam. Cowboys and Indians. Battle royales. French pop and thunderstorms with the windows down and the sunroof open.
Today I had a long island for breakfast. Then Devin, Mandi and I decided it would be a good idea to give ourselves mustaches and drink 40s in the alley behind my apartment building. Somebody threw water on us twice. HA.
I DECLARE
I added a link to my etsy store, which I'll be adding more stuff to shortly, if you wanna check it out.
Money is running low, rent is due soon, alcohol consumption is on the ups. I'm doing a little better than I had been lately though. I'm starting to sort my brain out.
The following images are a pretty good representation of a typical night home alone, like tonight:
Gucci Mane. Gold lame booty shorts>pants. This is not a very flattering photograph.
My hair is growing pretty fast. Maybe I will shave part of it. I've realized that I think I like the idea of being blonde more than the actual color. There's just something about platinum hair. It's iconic and glamorous which I am totally down with. I started reading this really cool book about that but I accidentally ruined it. About a year ago, after consuming an entire bottle of rum with my now ex-boyfriend I decided I wanted a cigarette so I walked down to the Uni-Mart and somewhere along the way I lost my keys. It was 3am and rainy and I was in my PJs. My boyfriend did not have a cell phone at the time, so I couldn't call him. He had apparently passed out and didn't hear me yelling. So I just laid on the porch and I think I called Panda_Eyes about 35 times. I kept throwing said book, which was in my purse, at the window repeatedly, ruining it. The pages got soaked and all stuck together. I was so drunk that when someone left the building I actually didn't think to get up and go inside. I just kept laying there, rambling on my tellerphone. I finally woke Brian up by chucking my wallet at the window as hard as I could. It put a hole in the screen. Ummm. Yeah. So from this story I think we can come to the following conclusions: A) Smoking is bad (I have since quit) B) Getting piss drunk is bad (but I will continue to do so) C) I should have started dating Panda_Eyes a long time ago (and I will continue to do so)
My friend Mandi made this pillowcase for me!
Very cute.
I saw this today and thought it was funny.
I am listening to Bone Thugs. God I am really losing my mind.
I'm probably at the lowest point I've been at in a long time but I'm hanging in there.
I still haven't found a job and I'm kind of at my wit's end about it. I don't even know where else to try.
I'm selling some shit in the SG Sales Group if you'd like to help me out. It's pretty cute stuff I just never wear it anymore.
I just did this painting of Lonnie
More:
I puked disgusting green bile this morning. It was fun. 
My best friend and I made a list of our favorite things the other day and it's pretty funny. I will share:
I am making a sober post. This is an epic step for me!
Last night I went to a drag show, which of course was super fun. I am a tranny trapped in a woman's body for sure. This is one of the queens:
She raps too. It's pretty amazing.
We so sexy:
LJEPE CURE! That means "pretty girls" in Bosnian. Dana is from Bosnia.
My mom is pretty pissed right now because she's paying a lot of money for me to be insured because of this medical problem I have and I'm not dealing with it. I have a benign and microscopically tiny tumor on my pituitary glad that basically stops my brain and ovaries from communicating. This means I never ovulate. It's treatable with medicine though and I am supposed to take said medicine. The problem is that the medicine makes me feel HORRIBLE. Lightheaded, nauseous, tired, even flu-like symptoms sometimes. I am not looking to have kids anytime within the next decade, if ever. So I haven't been taking my medicine. Mommy is not too happy. Understandably, I guess.
Oh, and I'm hanging out with Wendy tomorrow. I bet you wish you were me.
The best medicine when I'm feeling down is:
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Slow motion dog dicks, Angela Goddamn Lansbury, and das hauscoat. Bahahhaa
I'm ok. Things are ok. Unbroken up. I'm not going to get too detailed into it but there was a circumstance wherein I was being nebby and may or may not have misinterpreted something. My boyfriend has an ex who is, to say the least, a bit uhhh...problematic, especially considering that I have massive trust issues after my philandering ex-boyfriend. I think I am making the right decision by trusting him though.
If I'm not then I'm gonna hunt this man down:
Hahahaha. I watched Wristcutters: A Love Story the other day. It was dece.
Ummmmmm I really need a job. This is getting frustrating.
I guess I still kinda feel like jumping off a bridge a little bit but I'll get over it. I just feel.....weird. I am considering taking up crack smoking as a hobby.
Um.
Wooooooooooo kittens!
I have to poop. Bye!
