Ok, i could write a lot, like about how epic chicago was...

but im not going to.

instead, id like to comment on how hilarious it is that i have this icon.


only like, 2 of you will understand that. but really. i'm laughing my ass off.


the end.

from emmo5

The Big Read reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they've printed. Well let's see.

1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
4) Reprint this list in your own LJ so we can try and track down these people who've read 6 and force books upon them ;-) LET'S DO IT!


I win! more than six books!
I didn't italicize very many-not because i don't intend to read them, but because i got lazy.
the ones i did italicize are on my bookshelf waiting for me to get done with the host...WHICH IS TAKING FOR FREAKING EVER.
mostly cause i aint bovvered.

i don't feel better.

I'm having issues and I don't like issues so i'm going to write my issues down and hopefully it will make me feel better.

So I was supposed to go to washington with awesome people to visit awesome folk and have an amazing time. But I counted my money last night and I have $240. Which is how much I owe 1 awesome person. But that is all the money I have, so driving/ferrying/eating etc. Doesn't fit.
If I go to washington I have 1 awesome employer upset, and I am out $120.
I also miss an awesome wedding and the grand opening of our new compound.

But I really really want to go to washington.


It all makes me feel very upset.

yayz.


EDIt: then i did this one:




soo....um...yeah.

Im irritated, im aggravated and I'm stuck.
In my clothes.

So what do I do?
Write a blog of course!

I’ve just now decided it would be a fun thing to pack. Its midnight, I leave at 11 tomorrow. I needed a nice little formal number, so I thought, You can’t go wrong with a signature little black dress, right?
Wrong, well, so far.
Trouble is, I have two signature little black dresses.

Dress A- I shortened the straps  a few years ago, but since then my boobs have grown (apparently) so they need to be slightly longer or it looks silly.

Dress B-Has a funky zipper, its on the side and tends to stop in one spot like it’s jammed, so I usually need help doing it up.

I tried on both dresses to see which was better, dress A would be, if I had time to make the straps longer, but I thought maybe I could figure out the zipper thing so I could have dress B as plan B.

Not so.

I figured out what the problem was, tried to fix it, and put it on. Zipped it up as far as it would go and then BAM the zipper pull snaps off.
I am stuck.
It my clothes.

The zipper stops at such a place that makes it impossible for me to take it off over my head. AND ITS STUCK.

I cant get out of my clothes. Im stuck and im braless and im irritated and im aggravated.

the end.

and the feeling is mutual.


my face has a burn all over it. It came from the sun.

Hello winter, has anyone explained the seasonal rules to you yet? here is number one: MAKE SNOW NOT SUN.
idiot.

In other news, I just tweezed a white hair.
like, completely white.
White hair has a different texture, that's how i know it wasn't just really light blond.
just thought you'd like to know.

im all late on the new years stuff.

im also really tired and i don;t know why im posting now but i am.

Uvic daycare called and offered me a job, but i have to be a uvic student to work there...so i'm on the waitlist for  a psych course. FRICK. I SO DO NOT WANT TO GO BACK TO UVIC.
this sucks. but its money and money means terminus and wrockstock and fun times. soooooooooo yeah.



so apparently  I'm on crack.


The end.

Take the First Sentence (or 2) from the First Post of each month of 2006.
That's your year in review...