recapping and maybe a little begging on the side

I'm still here!!!!

::dances happily...well not so happily. i'm fairly hung over::

That's the good news for the day. Bad news for the day is that the website (www.deathofasalesman.com) isn't working. I can't seem to connect and I need those darn reviews to write my paper. I handily stuck the website address in there so if anyone who ::bats eyelashes:: wishes to try it and can get to it would be ever so kind to grab about three reviews from the 1949 production of the play and then 3 reviews from the most recent (i think it's 98) production of it and email the text to me at rachelelewis@hotmail.com, I will give presents in fic form to. Or um. Hugs in real life if it's one of you folks. :)

That said...

Last night I engaged in one of the traditions in South Jersey Redneck Life aka The Beef and Beer fundraiser at a Catholic church. Now maybe I just don't understand Catholiscm that well and everything, but what is it about the Catholic churches and them having fundraisers that revolve around lots 'o alcohol? I've never even heard of something like that being done in a temple. *shrugs*

Well see...I don't drink beer so I waited patiently for Paula to show up with the real alcohol so I could drink. And boy did I! But somehow at the end of the night, V and I were the sober ones despite the fact I did random shots all through the night and drank about 4 7Up and rum drinks. Ah well. My one boss, J, was a mess. I've never seen him this drunk. Like, angry bitter drunk too. But still amusing. Though he started getting on T's case about something and popping balloons with his cigarette for emphasis. I tried to get him to give me his keys but he promised he would be okay to drive up the street. If he had to go any further I wouldn't have let him. Paula was also ripped as well and by the end of the night, I was literally supporting all of her weight when I took her to the bathroom the last time. Luckily the boyfriend came back from the bar next door (long story) and took her home to sleep it off.

Danced.

Yes. I danced. Don't look so shocked.

Basically I just bounced around with Charlie, Beau, V, T, and Sandy. Hurt my knee though while dancing to Pink. Ow. Knee is in pain.

And oddly enough, guess who I ran into?

Nicole Mancino and Bill (i still can't remember his last name).

Totally random people I haven't seen in months. Talked to Nicole for a bit and told her that Kate was coming down this weekend to which she responded very happily and I told her to either call Karen, Kate, or Tami and they would point her in the hanging out/what's going on direction.

So yes, I rock even though I can't hang out this weekend. I bring you Nicole in my absence!

Then I came home to find I had not lost internet and squealed when I discovered there was new Rhys. Um. Guh. I'm fairly vanilla and certain things squick me. Like golden showers. But. Um. Yes. Rhys' Kink. Hooooot. In the weird kinda way. Like, the golden showers bit did squick me and I kind of went ew then. But the rest. Good.


And now I'm into the little dilemma of who I post this for. Do I post it for slashers only because of the story comment or do I just sigh and post it for all my friends because of the Nicole bit?

Feh.

I have to go write now. And do laundry.


Oh. And horror of horrors, I had a fucked up dream on Thursday night that woke me up with The Safety Dance planted firmly in my brain. I couldn't fall back asleep because it wouldn't stop playing.

So last night...what did they play to my horror?

Yup.

The Safety Dance.

::points to current music::

Yup. Still there.

recapping and maybe a little begging on the side

I'm still here!!!!

::dances happily...well not so happily. i'm fairly hung over::

That's the good news for the day. Bad news for the day is that the website (www.deathofasalesman.com) isn't working. I can't seem to connect and I need those darn reviews to write my paper. I handily stuck the website address in there so if anyone who ::bats eyelashes:: wishes to try it and can get to it would be ever so kind to grab about three reviews from the 1949 production of the play and then 3 reviews from the most recent (i think it's 98) production of it and email the text to me at rachelelewis@hotmail.com, I will give presents in fic form to. Or um. Hugs in real life if it's one of you folks. :)

That said...

Last night I engaged in one of the traditions in South Jersey Redneck Life aka The Beef and Beer fundraiser at a Catholic church. Now maybe I just don't understand Catholiscm that well and everything, but what is it about the Catholic churches and them having fundraisers that revolve around lots 'o alcohol? I've never even heard of something like that being done in a temple. *shrugs*

Well see...I don't drink beer so I waited patiently for Paula to show up with the real alcohol so I could drink. And boy did I! But somehow at the end of the night, V and I were the sober ones despite the fact I did random shots all through the night and drank about 4 7Up and rum drinks. Ah well. My one boss, J, was a mess. I've never seen him this drunk. Like, angry bitter drunk too. But still amusing. Though he started getting on T's case about something and popping balloons with his cigarette for emphasis. I tried to get him to give me his keys but he promised he would be okay to drive up the street. If he had to go any further I wouldn't have let him. Paula was also ripped as well and by the end of the night, I was literally supporting all of her weight when I took her to the bathroom the last time. Luckily the boyfriend came back from the bar next door (long story) and took her home to sleep it off.

Danced.

Yes. I danced. Don't look so shocked.

Basically I just bounced around with Charlie, Beau, V, T, and Sandy. Hurt my knee though while dancing to Pink. Ow. Knee is in pain.

And oddly enough, guess who I ran into?

Nicole Mancino and Bill (i still can't remember his last name).

Totally random people I haven't seen in months. Talked to Nicole for a bit and told her that Kate was coming down this weekend to which she responded very happily and I told her to either call Karen, Kate, or Tami and they would point her in the hanging out/what's going on direction.

So yes, I rock even though I can't hang out this weekend. I bring you Nicole in my absence!

Then I came home to find I had not lost internet and squealed when I discovered there was new Rhys. Um. Guh. I'm fairly vanilla and certain things squick me. Like golden showers. But. Um. Yes. Rhys' Kink. Hooooot. In the weird kinda way. Like, the golden showers bit did squick me and I kind of went ew then. But the rest. Good.


And now I'm into the little dilemma of who I post this for. Do I post it for slashers only because of the story comment or do I just sigh and post it for all my friends because of the Nicole bit?

Feh.

I have to go write now. And do laundry.


Oh. And horror of horrors, I had a fucked up dream on Thursday night that woke me up with The Safety Dance planted firmly in my brain. I couldn't fall back asleep because it wouldn't stop playing.

So last night...what did they play to my horror?

Yup.

The Safety Dance.

::points to current music::

Yup. Still there.

(no subject)

Widely viewed as an unindicted terrorist, only Pol Pot rivals you for being responsible for the most deaths of innocent people in South East Asia. You, in collaboration with the Nixon administration, helped put General Pinochet in power and kill Salvador Allende. You also helped coordinate the secret bombing of Cambodia.

And despite all that, you won a Nobel Peace Prize - for your work in Vietnam.

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(no subject)

Widely viewed as an unindicted terrorist, only Pol Pot rivals you for being responsible for the most deaths of innocent people in South East Asia. You, in collaboration with the Nixon administration, helped put General Pinochet in power and kill Salvador Allende. You also helped coordinate the secret bombing of Cambodia.

And despite all that, you won a Nobel Peace Prize - for your work in Vietnam.

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(no subject)

my father is feeding the dog candy wrappers to keep her quiet.

i think it's safe to say i don't have a normal family.

(no subject)

my father is feeding the dog candy wrappers to keep her quiet.

i think it's safe to say i don't have a normal family.

(no subject)

I seem to have lost my wallet. Which is bad.

My wallet is full of credit cards and ID's and cash.

I need my wallet.

This is bad.

This is very, very bad.

(no subject)

I seem to have lost my wallet. Which is bad.

My wallet is full of credit cards and ID's and cash.

I need my wallet.

This is bad.

This is very, very bad.

(no subject)

So...

this loss of my wallet vexes me greatly for the sheer fact that i needed to use the cards and money in there tonight.

now i have no license which essentially means...i can't drive. and i can't get to the DMV until monday.

two of the four cards are cancelled. MBNA and PNC Bank suck cause i can't get in touch with them. but the other two are taken care of.

great time of year for this to happen.
oh yay! i am so happy and excited right now.

please, stab me in the eye.

(no subject)

So...

this loss of my wallet vexes me greatly for the sheer fact that i needed to use the cards and money in there tonight.

now i have no license which essentially means...i can't drive. and i can't get to the DMV until monday.

two of the four cards are cancelled. MBNA and PNC Bank suck cause i can't get in touch with them. but the other two are taken care of.

great time of year for this to happen.
oh yay! i am so happy and excited right now.

please, stab me in the eye.

Severe venting!

/start venting

Okay. I'm literally shaking with frustration.

Went to Toys R Us, Tower Records, Sam Goody, Suncoast, Spencer's Gifts, Heroes World, KB Toys, and Target and none of them have the actual environment for the Simpsons' action figures. They have the figures sure, but the environment you need to make them talk, nope. Why would they have that?

ARGH!

And I just sort of wandered through the grocery store grabbing cookies and candies and candy canes for a tray of goodies for the party. It's not what I'm supposed to bring but it's 10:45pm the night before, I lost my wallet, I've been driving without my license and using my mother's MAC card to pay for things, I don't have a complete pollyanna gift for Charlie unless maybe he'd like an Nsync kickball, and I'm AGGRAVATED! I'm not fucking cooking now.

I haven't done my paper. I still can't get to the website. Half the CDs I want to make won't copy. I don't feel well. I'm hungry. I'm PMSing. I lost my wallet. Just please....give me MORE stress because of a stupid fucking party!!!!

I need to go break something.

/end venting

On another note...picked up the Justin YM. Didn't know he was on it.

I'ma gonna go breaka something.

Severe venting!

/start venting

Okay. I'm literally shaking with frustration.

Went to Toys R Us, Tower Records, Sam Goody, Suncoast, Spencer's Gifts, Heroes World, KB Toys, and Target and none of them have the actual environment for the Simpsons' action figures. They have the figures sure, but the environment you need to make them talk, nope. Why would they have that?

ARGH!

And I just sort of wandered through the grocery store grabbing cookies and candies and candy canes for a tray of goodies for the party. It's not what I'm supposed to bring but it's 10:45pm the night before, I lost my wallet, I've been driving without my license and using my mother's MAC card to pay for things, I don't have a complete pollyanna gift for Charlie unless maybe he'd like an Nsync kickball, and I'm AGGRAVATED! I'm not fucking cooking now.

I haven't done my paper. I still can't get to the website. Half the CDs I want to make won't copy. I don't feel well. I'm hungry. I'm PMSing. I lost my wallet. Just please....give me MORE stress because of a stupid fucking party!!!!

I need to go break something.

/end venting

On another note...picked up the Justin YM. Didn't know he was on it.

I'ma gonna go breaka something.

(no subject)

I'm going to go take Leanne's suggestion and listen to the Christmas album. I shall walk away from the computer, listen to that, and arrange cookies artfully on a tray.

Then I'll break something.

big hugs go out to Alice for letting me vent and for trying to get to www.deathofasalesman.com. it seems the site is dead. ah well. i care not. :)

(no subject)

I'm going to go take Leanne's suggestion and listen to the Christmas album. I shall walk away from the computer, listen to that, and arrange cookies artfully on a tray.

Then I'll break something.

big hugs go out to Alice for letting me vent and for trying to get to www.deathofasalesman.com. it seems the site is dead. ah well. i care not. :)