They all came back like we knew they would

[gotta get your fix down in Hollywood]



My Hollywood reunion trip this weekend was a blast. Between $5 wine, unexpected walls, backalogers, frontalogers, Ruiess, Lady Cigarettes, Sizzlers, Strangers, showcases, buses, trains, 5 mile walks, pizza on the sidewalk, the "9 inch Club" and the most glorious trifecta destiny ever created....this weekend was no where near disappointing.



Unfortunately I did not document my adventures very well in photo form. Something that was immediately regretted.



The only moment that got documented at all was when Amber became the Canadian Logger named Ruiess (pronounced Roo-ee-s).
But it was a pretty darn good moment :)









Don't worry though, next time we have already decided to try harder.



I forgot how much I missed Hollywood. I guess it's cause I never really did before.

The internet is boring today and I'm not sarcastic at all.

I hope that doesn't reflect how the rest of the day will be. Not that I'm all into symbolism or anything, but sometimes that's how it seems to me. Ok, I don't want it to sound like I check the internet every morning to see what kind of day I'm going to have.....cause I don't.
I look at the internet every morning to keep from doing the boring things that I know I will eventually have to do anyway beore 4:30 rolls around.

I had to take out my lip stud for work today. Apparently a big clear ball, that doesnt even look clear at all, is more conservative looking than a tiny (and might I add pretty) diamond. Cause, you know, if some big donor sees me with a little diamond stud in my lip they may get offended and not want to donate $ to the animals anymore. I totally understand that logic. I will probably do a better job without my lip stud as well. I won't spend hours on the inter-web wandering aimlessly for something more amusing than entering information into a database. Yes, without the lip stud I will be more focused, and motivated, and less likely to talk to my co-workers about un-work-related things. I will probably finish my tasks twice as fast, and think of new and innovative ways to help my company. Without any facial piercings I will be able to become employee of the month probably! You know what that means: reserved parking space in the back of the building! That's right....VIP treatment baby. I'm so glad someone complained to my manager about my piercing so that I could present myself in an unoffensive manner to the public, and therefore bring in more $ to help the animals, save lives, and concentrate harder on my work. I'm just thrilled that by me removing a tiny little diamond from my lower lip, more animals will have homes tonight.

Oh wait, what? I'm on the internet right now?! My lip stud is out and I'm still procrastinating? Wait, all the donors are still giving the same amount of $, and the same exact amount of work is getting done? The clear stud now residing in my lip didn't help more puppies get adopted?

How very odd.

I'm really shocked that the removal of facial piercings didn't improve the quality of work.

Really. I am.

Please stop speaking

So I don't have to listen to you talk

Grande iced coffe with sugar free caramel

Sometimes I wonder if I will ever be able to be happy at any job that isn't Magnolia.

I mean, almost every job I start I am really excited about. It's always related to a "passion" of mine, and I think that maybe it will satisfy me for a longer period of time than the last job I had.

Everytime, I am wrong.


le sigh.

I suppose it's just a waiting game then. Wait for the weekends to finally be free, wait for the vacations to have things to be excited about, wait until 4:30 everyday when you can look how you want and not have to worry about talking to your friends. Wait until the day you can work for yourself, and do what you truly are passionate about. Wait, wait, wait. (Hey, that's a song by The Format!)





I got really addicted to Starbucks again. Ever since Coffee Bean decided to discontinue the Pecan flavor they had, Starbizzle won me back. Grande iced coffe with sugar free caramel and room for cream pleeeeeeease. It's ok too, cause it only has 12 calories. Sometimes, life is good, sip by sip.




(Picture circa 2006, Christmastime in Chicago....aka kinda old haha)





The Hills came back on last night. I don't care what anyone says, I love that show. If it's scripted, I love the writers, if they are all faking it, I love fakers. Nothing is better than sitting in your friends' living room and rooting for the rich people to mess up again. Cause you know they will. Scripted or not, when Lauren ruins her ball gown an hour before the debutaunt ball in Paris, it's bothing but entertainment. They just dangle The Happy in front of her, and then snap it back. Like clockwork. Dangle....and snap! Dangle.......and...snap! And it always ends with Lauren's disappointed (yet again) face. Brilliant.








If anyone happens to read this, I'm sorry it's not a very entertaining post. Just getting some thoughts out of my head.
If no one reads this then poo on you. (Sometimes I'm 12) Give it time, eventually I'll do something to make you describle. If even just a little.



P.S. I cannot get enough of this amazingly easy "add a picture to your blog" feature on blogspot. It's like an internet miracle or something!

I can hear your voice all day

But I can never do anything about it.

cavities and clown feet

I'm craving chocolate today.
This is alarming because I don't like candy at all, least of all chocolate.
I would even go as far as saying I hate chocolate.
So I'm not quite sure what that's about.

I have to get 2 cavities filled on April 3rd.
Let me just say, I'm scared to death.
I'm not afraid of the dentist at all, and when I was in highschool I did the whole braces thing. I even had to get 6 teeth pulled. So I've been through the dentist adventure. My mouth has been pulled at, had metal forced on and then metal forcibly ripped off, rubber bands, stretchers, spacers, retainers, pokes, prodes, the works.
But when I have to get a cavity filled...forget it. I'm a freaking mess.
Maybe it's the drilling that's the trick.
Maybe it's subconscious.
That's just dumb if it is though. Cause then I don't have very much control over it because your subconscious doesn't listen very well.

And here's the question...I hate candy so why do I have 2 cavities?

Oh cruel, cruel world. The irony. The horror.

Also, if I were Asian, apparently I would have clown feet.

Announcing the DSSA!

dangersofthesea.blogspot.com

No one will probably ever read it haha