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[22 Sep 2003|03:54pm] |
FORGIVE ME IF THINGS ARE MISPELLED!!!
I'm stuck here at my moms work today, I had an orthodontist appointment this afternoon and my mom needed a ride home so I just decided to hang out at her work. The orthodontist reprimanded me for not wearing the rubber-bands, freaking Rubber-band Nazi.
my mom works at a medical facility for those of you who don't know and its actually a cool place to hang out. THere are giant bouncy balls you can lay on, green putty, free food, hot wax, and patients with strange names like Fannie Mae. Her office partner isn't here today so I'm playing around on her computer. I played one round of Ganguro girls but I failed. For anyone who doesn't know go to newgrounds.com to the games section and search for Ganguru Girl or find it under dating sims. Its a strange little game and if you manage to make it to the end I think you should choose position 2. If you play make sure to write down the info she gives you, it helps you move on to the next level if you remember her personal info. Honestly check it out, I got most of my english class and a bunch of friends from another school hooked on this game.
Hmmm...what else is going on... This weekend I'm going to visit my other Half of the Unholy Duo, my kitty kitty kitty, my Rin-Cam, my Trin, my best bud... CAMERIN!! YAY! YAY! YAY! Brandon, Sam, and I are driving (well actually I'm driving...5 hours...no air conditioning...:) we really love you Cam) up to Turlock to visit Cam at college. YAY! lol there are only a few bugs with the plan, for one we don't know where we are sleeping and for another we have about 20 bucks to spend for food....hehe but thats ok we're tough and the back of my Blazer folds down into a bed. And besides food isn't that important right? I should go do my homework...does anyone understand Beckett?
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| WOOOHOOO!!!!!!! |
[19 Sep 2003|04:14pm] |
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HELLO!!!!!!! I have a dead journal now :) this is just a test entry to see if I can figure out how to work this new-fangled computer stuff. I want to say thanks to my little goofball for setting me up with a journal :) THANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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| GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!! |
[20 Jul 2003|07:22pm] |
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2 hours of makeup, 2 hours! 120 minutes, a full-length film, long enough to have dinner and with friends; enough time to mow all the lawns in my house or watch the sun completely set. Long enough for me to mow all the lawns at my house. 2 hours of makeup totally wasted.
It took us a half an hour to find a grocery store not on strike so we could buy the rice and macaroni. I had to lie down on a dirty nasty floor so the latex and rice/mac mixture wouldn’t fall off while it dried. Now I don’t know how many of you have ever worn latex but its not really all that fun. It tightens your skin so you can turn your head and it burns like hell as it dries if its put on sensitive skin (go me) not only that but it has a strong smell that can burn your eyes and nose. It fuses to your skin and rips of all of the hair and dead skin in that area. Like ripping of a Band-Aid on 3,0000 times worse. Granted you can soak it off but at 1 in the morning the last thing I want to do is stand in a shower for 45 minutes and soak of the gunk that I will only have to clean out of the drain later. Oh and one other fun fact is that if your skin begins to itch underneath the latex, to bad so sad, you cant do a damn thing about it.
But ya know even with all of the drawbacks to latex I still love wearing it because of the reaction I can get from people. Girls look at me and run, guys start to sweat and children cry. Its such a great scare that I really don’t mind that it’s a pain in the ass. Its one of my favorite scares ever and it adds so much to a character. Now keeping in mind all of those little fun facts my mom and I spent 2 hours doing latex makeup. Two fucking hours. She perfected it, I was so amazingly gruesome, the makeup artists oooed and ahhhed, even some of the other actors flinched when they saw me. And for what? To have them send me inside one of the mazes just because im a female. Fuck them. I know they were just concerned about my safety and I should be touched that they care, but fuck'em. It wasn't fair, the whole damn night wasn't fair to anyone and I do feel really bad for Bob and his bad PR, but I had spent so much time and effort making my makeup and costume perfect that I think I can be just a little pissed off. I was so frustrated by the end of the night I could have cried. Now I know some of you have no idea what im talking about and in that case COME WORK AT SPOOKYHOUSE YOU LAME ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!
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