October 29th, 2005

disco star

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now that my hair is short, i keep stupidly doing different things to it with SCISSORS. i cut my bangs even SHORTER yesterday, which resulted in me looking like a vulcan woman. i came downstairs, andrea and jess both stared at me and said 'um, interesting hair. i haven't decided if i like it or not yet.'

we went about our costume getting business, and i caught sight of me in the mirror and exclaimed that i looked like a vulcan. everyone laughed because it was true, though they seemed to like it more once they realized what it was that had been bugging them about my haircut.

later on, though, it ended up looking more like pat benetar. aaahh, well. at least it's not in my face.

today is my first day back at work after the Mysterious Foot Injury. i'm nervous, in case it IS my work shoes that are doing this to me. it's also a nice 8 hour shift (instead of the dinky 5 hour ones that they have been scheduling us for.) so after the walk to and from work, that will be nine hours on my feet. i cringe a bit at that, but only because i'm not sure how my foot will react.

i'm bringing my drugs with me, just in case, of course. if nothing else, they will help to ensure that i have an interesting day at work.

jess and dan tried talking me into going to a costume party last night, but i declined, as i had to work at 10 am. they called me a weenie, and i went to bed. being woke up at 430 am when they got home, i'm SO very glad i didn't go. and since i have a dumb mandatory store meeting tomorrow at michaels at 8 am, i'm so not going out tonight, either.

and did i mention that i work at SEVEN STUPID AY EM the day after halloween? life is SO going to suck. maybe i'll drink coffee just for a day.
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bwa kawk

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for some odd reason, for almost a month now, whenever i'm doing something and turn around and have a moment of silence as i try to remember what it is that i need to do next, the following part of ezra's "King of New Orleans" pops in my head:

Any way you look
Any way you talk it over
It's easier
To let it slip out of your mind

But it rips your heart out
Then it kicks your head in
Would you give him one more chance
To try and see the beauty in his world

All the way in on my hands
In on my feet and shoulders
Gonna make
Twenty dollars 'fore the weekends over


weird.

music has been such a spiritual experience for me lately. i love notes and how they blend together, how emotion is portrayed not only in lyrics, but in instruments as well.

i love it ALL.

well, mostly all.

i've been having a constant eargasm, i have.
bacci tongue

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jessie inspired me to do one of those really boring things where i look back a year... two years... and so on, to see what i was up to.

2004, one year ago today, WE GOT BACCI! aww, my Little Bitchy Bacci Arabella Butterfly Moon Kitten Spaghetti Chewbacca Halloween came to live with us one year ago today!

i love mah babay girl.

2003, two years ago, found me quoting our lady peace and having disturbing dreams about kevin bacon while working much more than i am now and sleeping on my mother's flea ridden floor.

2002 found me working in travel agent hell in phoenix and preparing for one of my traditional halloween cruises, which is why there was a giant gap between the post on the 25th and the posts on november second. wow. in reading how miserable i was back then, how much i hated my freaking job... i sometimes wonder why it was so difficult to LEAVE phoenix? i was also preparing to attend the magical release of the Christmas charity album i sang for. (i sang "jingle bell rock".) i had considered posting the song and retelling the story behind it, so that you could all hear my cheesy VERY nervous tremor-y rendition off of a karaoke cd that was sold to people in the u.s. and canada to help underpriviledged children break the cycle of poverty.

2001 found me on my other journal, in a car accident, on the verge of discovering i needed sinus surgery, and getting hired at Target. (due to the meds i was on, and i promise ONLY the meds i was on for my sinusitis, i didn't pass the pee test, and thusly never worked a day at target.) the next post was another glimpse into the life of aubrey the party girl.

wow, my life has changed.

AND LOOK HOW TINY LITTLE BLOTCHY WAS WHEN WE FIRST GOT HER SQUEEEEE!!!
disco star

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p.s... i've decided that if you really wish to hear my cheesy Christmas song, you can email me at aubkabob@comcast.net and ask me politely, and i shall send it to you via yousendit.com. in fact, if you wish to get to know me more on a one on one basis, feel free to email me there, too.

but please, oh PLEASE, do not add me to your forward list. personal emails, i'm all game for. add my email address to a FW: FW: FW: RE: RE: RE: FLOWR FRIENZ and i shall be forced to maim and destroy.