It's funny how beautiful people look when they're walking out the door

Today is my only day off from both jobs all week and I'm not going to do anything besides wrap myself up in blankets, read The Dead Zone, and drink hot tea like an old lady. And I'm not even sick.

I thought my day job would be very scary but I'm getting the hang of it now. I know all about IRAs and 403- Bs and ERISAs and non-ERISA 403-bs and shit like that. Also, I can explain it over the phone. I'm rather proud of myself for learning this stuff so quickly.

Nothing else really going on in my life. ._. Stay lit, guys. I am reading your LJs even though I'm not commenting!

....Greg is taking me to go see Repo! live on Friday. He finally told me that he couldn't keep the surprise a secret and confessed that it's the live show he's taking me to.

I'm so excited! Really, I am. This is the first time that he's ever gone through the effort of SURPRISING me and I'm so happy. :D Also, come on, it's REPO!

I hear it's an interactive show like Rocky Horror so we're going to get dressed up like zydrate addicts (well I am at least, lol) and wave glowsticks around and AHAHA I'm so fucking excited.

Has anyone actually been? I'm psyched!

I just peed my pants watching this.

This guy like videotaped a tour through the shitty hotel room him and his boys were staying at and I seriously died laughing XD



Now I know where I'm NOT staying when I go to California lmao.

My father just offhandedly mentioned that my mother is "leaving" the house because she is apparently "unhappy" and needs to "figure out what to do with her life" at the age of 45. Yeah, okay Susan, you go and do that. Move back in with mommy when you're middle aged and bitch and complain about how terrible you have it here with us, even though we're the ones who constantly suffer from your psychotic outbursts and verbal/emotional abuse.

Fuck you.

I am so sick of her fucking dramatic, attention seeking bullshit that it's not even funny anymore. The only fucking reason that she's doing this is because she wants us to beg her to come back home once she's gone and once she realizes that we're not going to do that and that she's forty-five still living with her mother, she'll come crawling back home. I give it a week, month tops.

Cunt.

I understand that you all must be appalled at me writing about my mother in such a fashion, but you don't understand the fucking bullshit that I've gone through my ENTIRE LIFE with this woman.

( What my hair looks like right now. )

IDK how I feel about this kinda red. I sort of want a more...vivid red. But this is fall appropriate? No?

MY GOD PEOPLE MAKE ME SO FUCKING MAD!!!!

( Don't fucking insult my intelligence or make it seem like I'm a degenerate for smoking weed, god damn it. )

REC was so, so, SO much fucking scarier than Quarantine.

The anorexic little girl zombie thing at the end terrified us, Lisa and I were legitimately whimpering at the screen and we both shrieked in unison.

JESUS was that thing terrifying!!! I can't even begin to imagine how they even managed to make it look like that. Is it a person? CG? If it's a person she needs to eat a steak or something...

It was way more intense than Quarantine, too. Everyone watch it :D Even though it explained shit and Quarantine didn't and that's what made Quarantine scary XD

So the fucking phone and the internet are down at my house, my cell phone's off, I have no money and no food and no means of communication besides the bloody library, which is where I'm posting from right now, and my father is being a prick with a capital P.

At least I start work tonight, I'm hoping since I was hired on the spot that I can actually take tips tonight and have enough money to buy dinner and minutes for my cell, at least so I'm not completely cut off from the world.

I can't stand this anymore. Poverty to this extent is depressing. At least lovie's cheering me up some. ;.;

I think I'm pregnant my birth control has been really weird lately and I've been walking around constantly feeling sick to my stomach. Could be the diet pills I'm on though, too, even though all they do is boost my metabolism and there aren't a lot of chemicals in them, it's just acai berries. I hope I'm not to ill to perform well tonight, I have a nice new classy uniform to wear with more than one work shirt (CHRISTMAS for ASHLEY?)

Anyways, bitch, bitch, bitch, fuck my life, I'm hungry, maybe I'll go home and make egg salad.

Sometimes I'm kind of happy when Greg and I fight because the day after he spoils me and we have fantastic sex. Does that make me a bad person? Probably. But oh well.

Here's what we did. We ordered a bigass supreme pizza, curled up in bed, stuffed our faces, and watched Rob Zombie's Halloween. I made a couple screwdrivers, enough to get buzzed to the extent where the movie was scary, lol. We also watched Fight Club both times it came on G4. He bitched good naturedly all through Halloween but never changed the channel every time I suggested he do so.

Don't hate me, I love that movie. :D I think the very last scene is the best ending scene ever. :D Maybe it's my fetish for girls covered in blood. Mmm. Girls covered in bloood....

I also showed him the 30 Seconds to Mars video for The Kill because he likes The Shining so much and I was pleased to see that he liked it, even though he took the mickey out of me bigtime for liking 30StM. He was all like "Is that the guy from Fight Club? Oooooh twins..." :D

I'm going to get dressed and head out. I haven't watched Jerry Springer in forever and these black chicks are going at it. O_O Ooooh daytime television...

It really is quite phenomenal how quickly a transformation occurs when one drinks.

For example.

( Before, us sexies rocking the schoolgirl skirts for the theme.... )

Notice the cuteness? Yarr.

( And after. Two pictures to fully encompass the insanity, and no, I have no idea why I took pictures with Heather's boyfriend or where the hell I got that hat. I wish I did. )

That's why I came home at 3 AM, burned my pizza and wondered what that smell was. Word. :D

I just found this while looking for a remix of Seven Nation Army that I heard at a party last week.



WOOOOOW sick choreography. o.o For realz. It's like....communist hitler dancing and the end was so siiiick. O_O

*awe*

I wonder who's gonna win America's Next Best Dance Crew this cycle. I hope it's that Brazillian group, their latest performance for Bolywood was pretty cool.

( Bitch, bitch, bitch, moan, moan, moan. )

Anyways, here's a meme that's circulating about my FL, which I'm only going to paraphrase because I'm lazy.

List 10 songs you are rocking the hell out of.
( meme! )

Here's a couple reasons why I love thrift stores.

Reason #1: I found a one-piece blue bathing suit with an open back, which is cut extremely high on the thighs but isn't a thong (bad description). It actually supports my breasts and makes me look thin. However, I am not going to be wearing it to the beach. (Too cold for that shit now anyways, though I had a lovely time with Lisa in Salisbury last week.) I bought a leather belt for $.59 and I intend on beginning my Princess Kitana cosplay sometime this week, if Sara agrees to let me use her sewing machine and offer her expertise on the matter.

I'm worried about sewing fabric and leather onto the bathing suit because it's lycra, but hopefully Sara will have some tips on how to go about it properly. I'm optimistic about actually finishing this costume by the end of the week, though. :D

Reason #2:

( ......THESE MOTHERFUCKING SHOES. )

Comment with a picture of a fictional character that most reminds you of me?

XDD

I think I want honey bunches of oats.

I fucking hate MySpace and this is why.

U have such a sexy sexy look . I saw u smoke ciggs ,I dont smoke ciggs but get so turned on when seeing a sexy woman smoke. May I be ur smoking slave ?Buy Ur Smokes.Worship An Obey U Text me if ur interested

Really? What the hell? Where do these weirdos come from, and why do they come to me? Is there something about the way I look that invites terrifying behaviour? I really would just delete my profile, but I have friends on there who only use MySpace and I would like to stay in touch with them that way.

I know that if I tell Greg about this he'll be like "Okay, let him buy you cigarettes" though, and that is kind of funny :D

Last night was absolutely fucking epic. There was legitimately around 40 people at Greg's house, and I was slaughtered off of Captain's. At one point Greg was really drunk and goes "ASHE, LAY WITH ME!" as all the boys were watching Tigerland (remind me to watch that sober, it was beautiful from what I saw of it.) So I did and caught the tail end of the movie, and watched all the boys drunkenly discuss how if nothing comes up soon they're going to run off and join the army.

I have a lot to say about that particular mindset, but I think that's something better reserved for its own LJ post, so hold that thought.

Anyways, Mehow was trashed and playing with the puppy. Every two seconds he goes "Greg...you have an awesome dog. I love your dog, man. I'm going to get DOWN with your dog!"

Me, Jake, Greg: *SNORT*

Mehow: Nah dude, I mean I want YOUR DOG to be COOL with me! *continues to babytalk the puppy and play with it obliviously for a very long time*

It was very highly amusing, we watched it go on for a very long time :D. Cleaning up lovie's kitchen at 3 AM was not amusing, but I still did it. That's why I hate it when random, underage kids show up, because they fucking end up trashing the place and we have to fix it all by ourselves. Ew.

On a different subject, it's a lovely, rainy day. I woke up to the sound of rain and it put me in a delightful mood. I'm going to start Greg and I's crock dinner soon, and after that, I'm going to take a shower. There are also terrifying noises coming out of the heating vents, but that's all right, because it's making me feel like I'm in a Wes Craven film and I feel like writing. :D

Last night was the first night, legitimately in a month where I had no nightmares.

Words cannot describe my buoyancy at the moment. :D

I think it's time for the Polyphonic Spree's cover of Lithium.

Well, I discovered that I'm allergic to cats. I developed a bit of a cough when I stayed at Greg's all last week, and was rather surprised when I got back home and it was completely gone. At the time, I blamed using so much pepper in the stews I had made, obviously I was mistaken, huh? Last night, I hung out at Heather's house and her cat sat in my lap. The realization dawned when my eyes began to water and I started sneezing uncontrollably.

So much for Greg and I getting a fluffy white kitty when we move out and naming it Gabriel =[ (Yes we're gay like that, whoever gets the reference has permission to slap me.) I don't know, I don't mind living off Benadryl, I love cats.

Greg's cat Smokey died. =[ He had leukemia and was suffering badly, so they put him down, but that still makes me really upset. I cried when he told me. I remember how he used to hide under Greg's bed and sit on my lap for hours. He was a good kitty. Rest in peace in kitty heaven, I hope there's a giant auto feeder for you up there =[

I just teared up thinking about him. He was such a good cat.

Anyways, yeah. Nothing too much new. Sad that summer's over, happy that my anniversary's coming up. I feel remarkably mundane writing this.

Okay, so I'm listening to the Misfits' Dig Up Her Bones.

I think this has major Silent Hill songfic potential, in regards to James and Mary.

I'm suddenly thunderstruck by inspiration. Unfortunately, the need for me to shower is overwhelming at the moment. Perhaps later. I mean, I haven't updated Drain Away in like two years and I owe tags on MF, but lol, oh well...

So the soup I was making in the crock pot turned out to be a stew. I decided against the glazed chicken and pineapple, and opted to add the chicken in with the potatoes in order to make a spicy soup type thing. (I grilled it, cut it up, and skinned it first, of course XD) I also added some rice, peppers, and onions towards the end to add some flavour and texture. The rice absorbed the broth, which made the whole thing thicker in substance, but it was still delicious.

I added red pepper powder and a dash of pepper every half hour and it came out so good...the spices mixed in with the broth/rice(?) so well. I wrote out the recipe and will share when I'm arsed to type it out. :D If I were to do anything differently, however, I would have waited to add the rice so that it was more liquid-y in substance.

Here's the funny part.

Greg had some friends over last night while I went to the beach with Heather, her new boyfriend, and Danica. I got home around midnight and they were all still there, so I offered Fitzi some of my stew. Greg immediately goes "Oh I finished that off earlier."

Guess what I found in the fridge this morning?

"Sweetheart, why did you tell Fitzi that you ate the stew?"

"Because I thought I'd have it for a midnight snackie XD"

Tonight, I'm making brown sugar and honey glazed chicken breasts on the grill, with diced pineapples and white rice for a side. I'm also experimentally making a spicy potato soup type thing in the crock pot. If the soup comes out well, then I'll share what I did in sort of recipe form (?). If not, well, the chicken and the rice should be okay because Lisa made the suggestion, and I trust her in regards to culinary adventures.

I'm such a housewife, aren't I?

So last night I made Greg and I's first home-cooked meal. I actually went through the effort of cooking properly for an hour :D

I grilled some chicken and glazed it with honey barbecue sauce that I was able to put together due to my Friendly's grill cook days, lol. Then, I made these delicious, homemade mashed potatoes that roonilwazlib6 helped me out with the recipe for (and they were B.O.M.B). I also made some seasoned rice for a second side.

And guess what? HE LOVED IT! I'm usually a huge fail as a cook (just ask 5x3minutes, brownies in a cookie sheet, 'nuff said...) but dinner came out delicious last night...he even got SECONDS and that's a huge accomplishment considering that my boyfriend is the pickiest eater I have ever met in my life...well, aside from Lisa. They're actually equal in pickiness.

And then we had some nommy coffee ice cream with cool whip and rainbow sprinkles for dessert <3 (or I had that for dessert, lol...)

I'm thinking of making something in a crock pot for later, if Greg's mom has a crock pot that is. I can make that delicious buffalo chicken we had at the timeshare or something similiar. :D

Don't mind me, I'm just ecstatic that I didn't fail at cooking for once in my life, lol. Not gloating, just mildly amazed haha XD

(I also got a text from him when I woke up this morning saying "How bout making me another delicious dinner, baby?" YAY!)

EDIT: I forgot to mention that I got positively devoured by mosquitoes last night...he had a fire going outside so I decided to dance around it listening to The End. Consequently, I woke up with six on one side of my leg, four on the other, and four on each foot. I was actually awakened periodically throughout the night to itch. ._.;

Ooops wait there are FIVE on the side of my foot and one bite is legit the size of a quarter...FML.

Well, I'm off to do dishes and shower...I feel like such a housewife this week lol.