NEW LJ. Yeah, burning the place down, again, starting over.

Please add firekin to your Christmase gift friends list.

Happy Holidays!

I missed all of you today. I cried about it. I really miss you guys. I hate how lonely winter leaves me, and I hate how useless it is to reach out.

Chelsea, it meant a lot to me that you came over. Even though I'm sick and bitchy. I love you like woah.

Bob--I hear you're joining cast! I am so thrilled to have you on board! GLEE!!!

1. What's on your mind?
Flower-shop hopping.

2. What body part do you hate?
If you think about it, hair is pretty nasty. Dead cells pushing through your scalp, growing, growing, growing.

3. Where is your biological father right now?
At work.

4. Have you ever made out in a basement?
People still have basements?

5. What body part do you wash first in the shower?
Chest and shoulders.

6. Do you have any piercings?
Yes.

7. do you have any tattoos?
No.

8. Is your driveway steep?
It's a parking lot.

9. Name five things you did yesterday:
Ate pizza, watched movies, hung out with Rachel, saw my mother, and wore lipstick.

10. Have you ever been tied up?
Who hasn't?

11. Last person you texted?
Chelsea Beall.

12. Have you ever had two dates in one night?
Nope.

13. What have you eaten today?
cheese and cereal

14. Which shoe do you put on first?
the right one

15. Are you an expert on any subject?
quite a few things, actually.

16. Tell me exactly what you are wearing right now?
a robe

18. What is the status of you and the last person you kissed?
practically married

19. Did you kiss before you were 13?
yes

20. What's the last text you received say?
"Good, how're you?"

21. What is the last thing you do before you go to bed at night?
Joe.

22. Have you ever kissed anyone named Amanda?
Sara Franklin, did you change this question when you took it!?

23. If you had to choose to not ever wash your bed sheets again or not wash your bathroom towels?
Gawd, you're sick.

24. First time you kissed the last person you kissed?
over three years ago

25. What was your childhood nickname?
Smash

26. What would you change about your life right now?
More. Time.

27. How do you feel about public displays of affection?
No problem, for the most part. LOUD kissing is icky, though.

28. What's the weirdest thing you have done while driving?
There are too many things. Probably changing clothes between school and track.

29. Have you ever bitten your nails?
Duh.

30. Do you live alone?
No.

32. Do you like someone right now?
"Yes, definitely," and "I think so."

33. Can you keep a secret?
Very well. As long as I know it's a secret.

34. What was the best year of your life?
So far!? 2004. A difficult, but glorious year.

35. Do you have any strange phobias?
"Emo" couples where the boy and girl have the same hair cut. WHAT!?

^{where is number 36?}

37. Your favorite romantic movie is?
Lolita. I know, I'm sick.

^{38, i miss you!}

39. Are you happy with your living arrangement?
Very much so!

40. Have you ever played Twister?
YES! Sarah F, you remember!? YOU REMEMBER?!? Fall-down fairies. MWUAHAH!

41. Have you ever been drunk at work/school?
no

42. Last thing received in the mail?
Coupons and such. :)

43. Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with a D?
Hmm. I don't think so, but with me, who knows?

AN'BODY WANNA HANG OUT SOMETIME?!

<3

1. What time did you get up this morning? 11:00—I went to sleep after 3.
2. Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds
3. What was the last film you saw at the movies? Oh, um. Transformers in the IMAX, I think.
4. What is your favorite TV show(s)? Smackdown or RAW
5. What do you usually have for breakfast? Waffles. I’m an indulgent little so and so.
6. What is your middle name? Alexandra, which I go by.
7. What food do you dislike? Tuna. Anything else, I can cope with.
8. What is your favorite CD at the moment? “Across the Universe” soundtrack
9. What kind of car do you drive? A lumina.
10. Favorite sandwich? Not big on them. Prefer gyros.
11. What characteristics do you despise? Social awkwardness. Most other things are easy to fix, but I’ve got a few friends who are completely plagued by this.
12. Favorite item of clothing? Any of my hats. I freaking love funky hats.
13. If you could go anywhere in the world for a vacation, where would you go? Anywhere in Europe, preferably at a warm time of the year.
14. What color is your bathroom? Green and white, mostly
15. Favorite brand of clothing? Bongo jeans or American Eagle long sleeve T-shirts.
16. Where would you retire? San Antonio, near the riverwalk.
17. Most memorable birthday? Yesterday. Came home reeking of smoke, though.
18. Favorite sport to watch? Pro-wrestling.
19. Favorite sport to play? tennis
20. Favorite book? Lolita
21. Happiest memory? July 16th, 2004. One helluva summer.
22. Favorite saying? ”To get a leg up, you must put your foot down.”
23. When is your birthday? October 10th, 1988
24. Are you a morning person or a night person? Either or.
25. What is your shoe size? 9 to 10
26. Favorite food for Dinner? Barbecue chicken with rice and strawberries. Or ice cream.
27. What did you want to be when you were little? A benevolent dictator
28. What are you today? First class dirty.
29. What is your favorite candy? Halloween themed chocolate
30. What is your favorite flower? Circus roses, alstromeria, or stargazer lilies. I’m a florist.
31. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to? This Sunday. Picnic, bishes!
32. Where is the last place you drove, other than home? Lafortune park to walk Chaos,
33. What are you listening to right now? Prince purring. He’s sleeping on the desk. On my homework.
34. What was the last thing you ate? A cooked sandwhich, just to get rid of the bread.
35. Do you wish on stars? When the mood strikes.
36. Do you believe in Angels? Not in the conventional sense.
37. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Tangerine. Only, it’d be called “tangerine trees.”
38. What is your pet peeve? When food just sits in the fridge for weeks and NO ONE DOES ANYTHING ABOUT IT. Yuck.
39. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Mom to plan our shoe shopping excursion.
40. Last person you hugged? Janet, I think. Mebbe Peter?
41. Favorite soft drink? Dr. Pepper. Comfort food, y’know.
42. Favorite restaurant? Not big on restaurants. Celebrity is alright.
44. Siblings? One sister, on *adopted* sister and one *adopted* brother.
45. Favorite day of the year? August 10th or June 1st
46. Favorite day of the Week? Sunday
47. Spring or Fall: Warm spring or not-so-rainy autumn.
48. Hugs or kisses? Kisses, always
49. Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate
50. Next big purchase? Savings Account. YEAH!!
51. What is under your bed? Boxes of electronics and jewelry. We’re kind of an odd family.
52. Who is the friend you've had longest? Katy. Ten years.
53. What did you do last night? Partied, showered, slept
54. Favorite smell? Cinnamon
55. What are you afraid of? Absolutely nothing. I’m fierce.
56. How many keys on your key ring? Roughly seven, I think.
57. How many years at your current job? No years. Two months. I’m in love with it.
58. Favorite city to visit? San Diego or San Francisco.
59. How many towns have you lived in? No towns, just cities. Ten homes.
60. Do you make friends easily? I’d like to think so.

Are you a good dream or a bad dream?

FIRST DREAM: I had awesome hair. Joe and I got to hang out with the Hardyz (!!!!!!) and it was teh amazing. OMGosh. Fantastic dream. Some sort of epic tale was involved, but I don't remember.

SECOND DREAM: Had to write an essay about "Lord of the Rings." Was pissed, wrote about how "The Hobbit" sucked and that I have no interest in LotR. Got knocked around by Ichelle Jones (YES! WHY WAS SHE IN MY DREAM?!?!? D: ), went to counselor, where I magically become pregnant enough to show and needed an abortion STAT. Woke up, praising every deity ever that I was not pregnant. I don't have abortion money.

Why can I not good a good night's sleep, lately?

PS. DEUCE AND DOMINO, this Friday!! SQUEE!

I just saw what I believe to be a Marilyn Monroe impersonator. I was closing up our shop, and I saw her in a truck. I smiled, she waved, I laughed and waved, she opened her car door, I said "Are you going to a party?" She said no and smiled. I told her she looked fantastic.

Patricia thinks she was a hooker. :(

I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THAT! She was just an awesome.

made my day.

OHMYGAWD, Shannon Moore, what was that!?!?

I'm so mad. You lost to a guy who fears leperchauns. Really? Really?

I need any advice you can give me.



I am renting a hoity-toity apartment in Oklahoma, USA. A month ago, I called the office to let them know my fridge wasn't closing all the way, and it was like that when I moved in. The girl said "Okay, we'll get back to you on that."

Next morning, I'm asleep in my underwear when I hear banging on my door. "Maintanence! Hello? Repair Guy! Maintenance!" I get up, open the door a tiny bit and say ". . .Wha?"

"I'm here about the fridge."
"No one told me you were coming buy. I was asleep."
"Oh, I'll come by later."
"No, just gimme a minute."

I throw on clothes and open the door. The guy goes to look at my fridge, says he can't fix it this second, but he'll be back with the right tools in a bit. I say "Um. They didn't tell me you were coming bye. I was asleep."

"They didn't? It says right here"--points to his paperwork--"Permission to enter: Yes."
"No one told me. I just let them know the fridge was messed up."
"Well, I'll call you the next time I have to come by. What's your number."

Give number, he leaves, I have a panic attack. I call the office, and the same girl as yesterday answers.
"Okay, no one told me the repair man would be by today. I was naked and asleep. What's with that?"
"You gave us a call."
"And you said you'd get back to me. This is not getting back to me."
"Well, we can't tell you exactly when he'll be by. He goes on several different repairs a day."
"But I was given absolutely no notice. I'm not pissed at you, I'm just upset that this wasn't handled properly."
"Well, we'll try and fix that next time. Thank you!"

Now, these guys already hate me. I put up a damn hard fight trying to live here because of their bullshit (week and a half before I hafta be outta my current place: "Sorry, we can't let you live here because of your co-signer. In thirty years, she was late on two house payments.) But I made sure, before I moved here, that they have to give me a 24 hour notice. A ten hour would be fine.

So, flash forward today when I know some time this week my repair man is supposed to swing by and patch the ceiling (that's another rant entirely). I realize that no one has called me about this yet, so I call the front and ask to be given a notice before he comes by.

"We don't have to."
"And if I'm in the shower?" --->where the ceiling needs to be fixed.
"He'll yell and knock on the door."
"How will I hear that if I'm in the shower?"
"He'll just come in. He won't open the bathroom door if it's closed." --->forgot to tell her where the hole is. Stupid me.
"No, that doesn't work for me. I want a notice."
"We don't have to. No apartments do. He's on too many calls to do that."
"This is ridiculous. Can I just cancel the complaint then and fix it myself?"
"We'll get back to you. What's your number?"
Give number.

So. Here I am. Legally violated. I'm printing up a paper that lists my privacy rights to tape to my door. Can anyone give me more advice on this bullshit?

OMGWTFBBQKITTENS!!?!?11
That's right. I took your silly test.

HAHA. Yes, I just now saw this video. I'm so not hip. :(



ZOMG. Giggles.

ABOUT MY LAST POST.

Life is fine. It's actually happy. I'm just in a mood.
I love you guys, but I really don't care about how lame/wasted/silly/whatever it is to hate. I'm just fine hating people. KTHNX.

I'm in a crazy bitchy mood. Just started thinking about all the people I hate and GAH!!! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW!!! Some of them have no fucking clue that I can't stand them.

Like. Like, I really want to hit them. Just call 'em up and say "Hey, I want to kick your snotty, self-loving', friendship crushing ass." And take them down.

YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW!!! GAWD!!
Well, okay. Chelsea. Chelsea, I think you know everyone I hate. YOU KNOW. Okay, so YOU (WITH THE EXCEPTION OF CHELSEA--NOT GIRL SCOUT CHELSEA, OR SOCIALLY AWKWARD CHELSEA, BUT ROCKY HORROR CHELSEA) DON'T EVEN KNOW!!

OMG. My cat is awesome, by the by. Chaos is all cuddley, now, and Prince (her widdle brotha) is a dahling. Even if he does get food in his fur.

YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.
If you hate someone, I'd like to hear/ read about it. Too much politics, but right now, I'm hating all over K, KR, A, and L. Especially A. Because A is a freakin' idiot. If you think it's you, it's not. If you've stabbed your friends or coworker's in the back ruthlessly and then wonder why we're not all buddy-buddy, it's you and you can burn in hell.

Um. If you're on my friends list, it's because I really do love you.

WHODOYOUHATE!?!?!

How evil are you?

Brass off, you fence-sitters.

So, looking through photographs in communities today, I realized I now and always have wanted to be completely white, preferably not even capable of tanning in the summer. Maybe I'm just sick of people thinking I'm hispanic/black/indian/alien (^{okay, ya got me on that last one. i am, in fact, venutian}).

So. That's my weird confession. Comment with your own little known fact/secret/confession.

So, I'm a horrible LJer. I do read your eljays, I just never have time to comment. So, I'll try to get better at that, comrades. Anyway, to actually write something: I think I'll start randomly answering the writer's block questions. Here we go.


If you could rename yourself in real life, what would you choose, and why?

I've always had a huge fascination with names. Just ask the cat I had when I was five, who recieved a new name every day for two weeks. Perhaps this name-game plays into my need for constant updates and revamps of the self (oh, I shoulda been a car). In kindergarten, I was known by my middle name: Alexandra. For second grade, I was Wednesday, after the Addams girl. Third brought on not a name change, but the identity adoption my friends and I started based on the "Magic Attic Club" (I was Rose Hopkins, the indian princess soccer star), which allowed plenty of recess time for my alter-ego, Posh Spice ^{(Fuck you, racist children. Just 'cause I'm black doesn't mean I have to be Scary Spice. . .}_{all the time}⁾ to breathe. Corney, I know. By second semester of sixth grade, I'd phased out of the hippie-psuedo fashion freak phase into a robotic/King Arthur crazed geek who went by the nickname "Freak." Rodman Philbrick fans, run and hide! Seventh and eighth grade gave points to "Dictionary girl" and "that kid who is exactly like Hermione" due to an assortment of things. For ninth grade, I was the PLURR nutjob who donned bracelets and was called "Kitty," due to the oddball characters I had come up with. And only a few know where I've been since then.

So, as you can see, I've gone through names and nicks, and now I think I'm better equipped to name myself. Xandra, Hush, and any screen name are right out. They've all got reasons. Real names are just there. My top three choices would be:

1. God.
2. Stix (star wars fans! Hide with the Philbrick-ers!)
I'm outta ideas. What would you name me? What would you name yourself?

I have a new baby!!
( WHATWHAT!?! )

OKAY, ATTENTION.

I do not have internet. I recently moved, so I haven't bought "the miracle" (no, not a baby from africa. sadly), yet. I'm sorry! Please, if you want updates on my life, go to jupterway.blogspot.com --- when I actually do get the web, all I have time to do is update that. If you need to contact me, do it there or through the phone: (918) 381-9270.

Other than that? Life is wonderful.

Love!

Whoodoggie, there's so much I should tell you about. I don't really use LJ--duh. I much prefer my blog (check info for link). The html is easier to master. Tonight or something I'm going to finish those updates then I'll paste them here. Though little things have pissed me off lately, I'm really happy. Joe and I will most likely share a place with a good friend come June. Life is good. Definitely livin' la Dolce Vita. ^_^

Kinda worried about a friend. He doesn't know that I'm up to snuff on the goings on, but I am. He's going through a rough time, now, and it's too much like the hell he went through with me. I don't think he reads this, but if you do--I'm worried about you. I see you almost every morning and I've known you since we were 12. You can still talk to me. I hope everything turns out for the best, comrade.


I love you guys. See most of you this weekend.