..ultimate..genghis..

If anyone out there knows of any other people who are relatively good with screen-printing t-shirts, and would be able to do it for, oh, let's just say me, I'd be really appreciative if you could clue me in as to how I could get in touch with them. Muchas gracias in advance.

Once upon a time, me, Franky, Sergio, Ian, Janis and I all played this game called "Loaded Questions". It was Ian's but he left it at my house. Anyway, the aim of the game is you ask everyone a question, everyone writes down their answers anonymously and then the person who's turn it is has to guess who asked what. I was cleaning my room and found three score cards- mine, Ian Workman's and Sergio's.

Our responses for the question "Write down a random quote. Any quote."

Sergio- In such a cold and dead world, she chose to dream.

Me- If your fathers abandoned you, what does that say about God?

Workman- God damn Yolanda, you sure make the bed like a pro. Sometimes my pillows aren't well fluffed.

THE END.

I was thinking about how I kind of miss high school.

But only for the massive and undeniably cool hang-out's.

Sergio, you have the internet now. I'm sorry I was a jerk to you last night. I'll actually call you and tell you this, but I also wanted to say it on livejournal just in case.

Me: No like...now Ireland is part of the United Kindgom.

Jenny: Yeah! Scotland and Ireland united.

Me: Freals? I didn't know that.

Jenny: Yeah, they did it so they could fight the French who were trying to invade with Napolean Dynamite.

Me, Dad & Vanessa: *DIES*

Jenny: What?

Only two people will understand this. But I've been laughing about it all day. A unicorn would be so crappy at my job.

( 'Cause that's how we do )

Me: And fuck Susan B. Anthony!

Caitlin: She didn't make the flag. That was Betsy Ross. Susan B. Anthony was a suffragist.

Nate: She was on a coin.

Joe: So was Sacagawea.

Me: Man, fuck all of them! Betsy Ross, Susan B. Anthony, AND that Sacagawea ho!

Caitlin: Bitches be triflin'.

Life: Work. All the time. Every day. Lat muscle sucks like whoa. Franky took me to a party. I am the cheapest date in the world. One day I will punch a customer in the face. Jessica and Janis and Caitlin and everyone ever in Olney is home for the summer. Tonight I'm going to see if Outcast can eat five pounds of ham. I have five hundred personal art projects I wish to persue that I never due. Sibs are home, and arguing.

I'll go more in depth when I don't have to pick up the BFF4LYFE from the metro, yo.

PS: Chip, where have you been all my life?

CAITLIN. TODD BENDEL.

Do you even remember this inside joke?

Once upon a time, I was in Starbucks at 8am buying a coffee out of desperation before work, and when I went to pay an older dad-sort of man jumped in front of me and insisted on paying, saying "God is telling me that I should pay for this, and I just really feel compelled to." I probably should've been a little creeped out, but I was kinda moved for some reason. This happened like, three years ago.

That's my random story of the day!

My dad's become my new girl friend. Every time there is an issue, I'm like "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAD. LISTEN TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE." I can't explain the reason for this sudden transformation in our relationship, except that maybe seeing him hooked up and monitored and weak and feeble probably royally fucked with my internal whatnots and I've been jump-started into harboring some sort of relationship with him based on more than silent understanding and watching the Sci Fi network together. That makes it sound a lot worse than it really is, I promise. We had a good relationship prior to all this mess. But, inevitably, walking out of the ICU after fourteen hours of sitting and attempting to sleep and watching him breathe, I realized if one thing had gone wrong, he could've been gone, and here I couldn't even remember the last time we had an actual conversation about my life. Now he gets all the conversation he wants, and probably a lot that he doesn't. Whatever, he loves me, he's gonna have to deal with it.

Anyone else notice that when LJ saves a draft the horizontal scroll button gradually gets larger and larger? What up with that?

Today, I got caught singing in my car via the menu speaker at the Taco Bell/KFC in Olney by Tony Dunn.

WTF. I didn't know they could hear you so well!

In other news, birthday went well, AHHHHH I PICKED AN ASIAN CLUB, so that shit was canceled, but I made it to 21. THE END!

Changed plans a little!

Your gift is your presence so come!!!! I need a headcount if you're interested in coming to dinner, so please let me know if you plan on attending. ♥!

My cel phone has like, ceased to exist. I don't know where it is. If you've tried calling, try my house phone instead, because what the heck, I don't know where it is.

SLEDDING TONIGHT

WHO IS ON THIS SHIT!?

Man, I swear to god, I have the worst temper ever. For some reason it only comes out to like, my family and Franky. But mostly I'd have to say my parents get the brunt of it. Whenever I argue with them I feel like if I don't scream and yell then they won't listen to my point, or will manage to overpower it somehow. Then I just feel crazy because while my mom will yell back, my dad usually doesn't unless he's superpissed. It worries me sometimes, because while one part of me is pretty certain that my extreme reactions are just me being a normal adult and trying to assert myself, I also wonder if I'm just a bitch. A closet-bitch.

At least I get over things really quickly. Even things that infuriate me I will most likely be over by the next day at the most.

Freals, I have like, nothing to say besides that. I'm taking math this semester. AHHHHHHH!

Christmas can be summed up in three words-

KRONKS. NEW. GROOVE.

That's right. You fuckin' heard me. And check this out- love scene to Earth Wind and Fire's "Lets Groove". God I love Disney!

Merry Xmas guys!

stpdgrlwstpddrms: you better take off work the entire time i'm down

laureng 85: Fool! I can't!
laureng 85: I gotta gets me some tuition monies

stpdgrlwstpddrms: no you dont need the monies

laureng 85: yesssssssssssssh de monies

stpdgrlwstpddrms: nnnnnnnnnoooooooo de monies

laureng 85: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH DE MONIES.

stpdgrlwstpddrms: get a sugar daddie and he'll pay for it all

laureng 85: I don't got no sugar daddy.
laureng 85: They isn't anyone replying to my ad in the newspaper.

I haven't been scheduled on Bitchfest since like, Saturday or something. I forgot I kinda liked being a cashier. Well, I guess there's up's and down's to each.

I have so much friggin' art to do. It's ridiculous. Even more ridiculous is how STUPIDLY late it is when I have class tomorrow. I DON'T EVEN CARE! I DIDN'T EVEN TREADMILL TONIGHT! AND I DON'T EVEN FUCKIN' CARE! DAS RIGHT!

OH MY GOSH! I've been so bad about treadmilling ever since November came! I'll have to work on that. Maybe I need to switch up the routine a little or something. I'll get me some of them pilates tapes or something. Who the hell knows.

ALSO. I NEED MORE ORANGES/ CITRUS FRUITS IN MY LIFE.

The nutrition unit of my Control of Stress and Tension Techniques class convinced me I was going to die. As in like, from my eating habits. Not in general.

HOLY COW, DEAR LAUREN, PLEASE GO TO BED, YOU'RE GOING TO BE SO SAD TOMORROW. GOODNIGHT!

Franky and Lauren present...





THE MAKEOVER!

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