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You tell me...
OK, fine, be that way!
When I think of a description, I'll type it here.
Or maybe here ---> x
But probably not there
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(Yes, that Wil Wheaton)

I really like this site too.

And I go to this site a lot.

This site cracks me up.

Sad attempt to get some hits,
On Aug. 5th, 2003.
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Needed to Complete My Evil Media Empire: |
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Animal House Double Secret Probation Edition
Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl
The Producers
The Thomas Crown Affair
Disney's Alice in Wonderland
Disney's Robin Hood
Superfriends: United They Stand
Clue (the movie on DVD)
The Royal Tenenbaums
King of the Hill (all seasons)
About a Boy (DVD and Book)
The Star Wars Trilogy on DVD! (widescreen)
Napoleon Dynamite
Anchorman
The Best of Nina Simone (Polygram) or
Nina Simone Anthology
Modest Mouse - Good News For People Who Love Bad News
Jet - Get Born
The Killers - Hot Fuss
The Postal Service (whatever the heck it's called)
The Garden State Soundtrack
Elvis #1 CD
The Sims Superstar or Vacation (or both)
Tickets to Thoroughly Modern Millie (at the Ahmanson)
Tickets to Hairspray (at the Pantages)
tickets to Wicked (at the Pantages
Tickets to Blue Man Group at Luxor
Mario Kart Double Dash (with bonus disk)
True Crime: Streets of L.A. (Gamecube)
The Sims Bustin' Out (with a 251 memory card)
Some 2-player (or more) "Party" game - Mario Party 5!
The new Carmen Sandiego game for Gamecube
Ribbit King
Paper Mario 2: The Thousand Year Door
A Gameboy SP Classic Edition
Star Wars Trilogy: Apprentice of the Force
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wMonday, September 29, 2003 |
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By the way...
My icon is still "sick" because I still have a cold.
This morning my mother informed me that she has the cold too. Like that's my problem. She's the one that insisted on being around me. And on making me do things like go out to dinner with her while I had a hacking cough. Oh, and she's complaining that I took all of the Dayquil. Dayquil which I paid for. Yeah, that's right, my own mother wouldn't buy me cold medicine when I was sick (and wouldn't let me take the stuff she bought my sister). And now she's complaining that we don't have the kind she wants in the house.
She's sleeping now, so I suppose I could get dressed and borrow her car. I'm not exactly sure what I did with my only set of car keys. If I left them downstairs, they've been put away somewhere that I'll probably never find them...
But still, I need to rent Simpson's Road Rage, today.
I should make a therapy appointment for this week too. Today would have been good, but I just went on Thursday night, that's too soon for my taste.
posted by
Jenny on 9/29/2003 04:33:00 PM$BlogItemBody$>
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wThursday, September 25, 2003 |
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And the answer is...
Athlete's Foot!
Err, that's, "Not a Plantar's Wart."
I was supposed to be at the doctor at 3:30. My mother tells me which street it's on, gives me a 3 block area and says, "it's a grey building." I can't find any grey buildings, I don't see the doctor's name out front, so I call my mom at 3:40 and ask for the address. Instead, she screams at me for being late. As if that helps me get there any faster.
So I park and walk in by 3:45. I sat in the waiting room until 4:35. I sat in the examination room until 4:55. I was in my car by 5:08. He said that it's almost impossible to get a blister between your toes like that. He said the shoes that I've been wearing for work for over a year are too small. He said that I have Athlete's Foot between all of my toes on my right foot, and that's what gave me a blister.
So I will be taking antibiotics for the next 5 days and using lots of Lotrimin AF.
The Lotrimin AF didn't work last time, but he says it will this time if I completely cover both feet with it.
posted by
Jenny on 9/25/2003 06:16:00 PM$BlogItemBody$>
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wTuesday, September 23, 2003 |
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(My IMood is "sick")
I'm sick of the sense of entitlement that people have. I've just come from working for 6 hours in Redneck City (it's not so much a real place as a travelling band of people). Someone once defined a redneck to me as someone who does whatever they want without considering the consequences that it has for other people. What I've found is that that comes along with a sense of entitlement, a total disregard for rules, and quite often, a mullet. Oh let us not forget the mullet. Now really, how do you ask someone to give you that hair cut? "Cut it like a man, but leave a thin curtain hanging down the back? Make sure not to trim my spilt ends, I'm keeping those." What are the advantages of having a mullet? For a woman? Why is it that the mullet's best accessory is a cigarette? This guy was bugging me tonight with all these problems. Last week it was questions, this week he thought he owned the world. Well, anyway, he had a mouth full of chewing tobacco. It was oozing out between his bottom teeth. If any of that had flown out and landed on my shirt, I would have been pissed. As it is I'm not exactly happy I got to see his chew. Gross. Plus, dealing with him isn't exactly a picnic.
I felt fine yesterday morning, but I started to feel sick at Disneyland, and by lunch time I was a lot worse. I thought it might be allergies, but it's a full blown cold. I wasn't supposed to work for the rest of the week (not until next Tuesday) because all of my shows cancelled. But then my boss called and asked if I wanted to work tomorrow, and I said yes. Which was dumb. But at least I'll have some hours before I am forced to take a 6 day vacation. Now I'm just waiting around because I took Dayquil at 7:30 and I want to take some Nyquil and go to bed. But then I read the back of the box. Since I don't know what an MAOI is, I assumed I wasn't taking one. Then I noticed that it says "some anti-depressants." So even thought I wonder if it's safe, I'm going to take the Nyquil. Wish me luck (in waking up tomorrow, that is).
posted by
Jenny on 9/23/2003 09:48:00 PM$BlogItemBody$>
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wMonday, September 22, 2003 |
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Well
I had a less than Disney experience in the park today. My has wanted a Captain Hook hat for awhile now. (I've had the Peter Pan one for over 3 years now.) So she goes to the Mad Hatter on Main Street and buys it. Then she hems and haws for the rest of the day about what to have put on it. Her first name, Captain and her first name. I suggested her first name and then Smee after it. So we went to the Fantasyland Mad Hatter before the park closed and asked them to put just Smee on it. But they wouldn't, because it's a copyrighted name. So the guy agrees to put just her name on the back of the hat (most people get it on the front). Now, the guy was a big flaming jerk from the get go. But also, he wrote her name sloppy and crooked, and really off center. The feather goes in the center of the hat, and her name is completely to the left of the center and skewed up. So we went to the Main Street Mad Hatter to get it fixed. First the said they can't add anything after her name, no words, no last initial, nothing but a legal given name. So then we ask for a symbol, like a Mickey or a heart, and they said no. I told the woman that my sister spent $13 on this hat and is just devasted that it was ruined. She said they could put her name again on the front, but they can't add anything. Then someone came in and said his name was spelling wrong on his hat, and they replaced it. Plus, the guy was kind of creepy looking, and the name he wanted was "Draven", which I bet was a reference to The Crow. Also, I've seen Peter Pan hats with Ashley Pan and Erin Pan, isn't the copyrighted? I think I'm going to call Disneyland tomorrow and complain.
posted by
Jenny on 9/22/2003 11:03:00 PM$BlogItemBody$>
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wTuesday, September 16, 2003 |
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To become a video game geek or not.
Should I buy a used or refurbished Gamecube? I was handed $50 yesterday. So I wouldn't be putting up too much more of my own cash to get one (they're about $85). I feel that this won't be like my original NES because I won't want to run out and by $50 games 3 times a year.
I'm not in school, I'm not interning anymore. I basically just sit here all day until I have to be at work, which is after 3:00 at least 2 days per week, at noon 1 or 2 days per week, and then I get 3 or 4 days off every week.
The major downside that I see is, when I rented one last year, the only TV it worked with was the one in my parent's room.
Well, there's that, and the fact that, if I didn't spend the money, I'd still have it.
Sort of like, I have so much OT coming, that my next paycheck could buy me a new digital camera. But on the other hand, if I just put it in the bank, I'll still have the money.
Decisions, decisions.
In a completely unrelated note, I'm on ICQ right now. I don't think the web-based ICQ works at all. If anyone wants to send me a message within the next few hours, you'll find out if I'm right.
posted by
Jenny on 9/16/2003 11:16:00 AM$BlogItemBody$>
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wFriday, September 12, 2003 |
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I'm skipping over lots of stuff, but did you notice?
Yesterday was decidedly un-Sept. 11th-like after I turned off the TV. Basically I worked all day on the hell show, like I do every day lately. None of the rednecks or goths mentioned it, so no one mentioned it. If that makes sense, I meant to say that the whole audience is rednecks and goths. One guy was a screaming queen wearing chinos and a blue oxford shirt, with neon yellow cat eye contacts. Which would have been fine, if his eyes weren't turning red and he wasn't flapping his wrist in my face. Also, we had a pyschic who was examining people's auras. He told my supervisor that I have good aura and I'm very together and smart. Haha. Also, I dropped my pen and he told me he knew that was going to happen. Other than that, we ganged up on someone who thinks he should always get the good positions while the rest of us do crap. We were supposed to rotate today, which meant, everyone does something they don't normally do. But he got my sucky position and complained, so I still had to do it. Also, he got first break and I got last break. So when I came back, he asked me to cover for him, while he took another break. I tried to give him a guilt trip for that, but there was no remorse. So I did the next best thing - told everyone else. He's my friend too, but he's a shitty worker.
posted by
Jenny on 9/12/2003 10:10:00 AM$BlogItemBody$>
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