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[09 February, 2010|18:06] |
Today I was wishing that everyday of my life was as exciting as this weekend.
I was having fun and happiness withdrawals.
Then today, I was uh...studying alone in my room when I received an e-mail from Leslie LePere. He is the illustrator for the original cover of Still Life With Woodpecker by Tom Robbins. I had previously asked him permission to tattoo his work on my body. I figured it would be that much more excellent with permission.
Permission Granted!
He also sent me a picture of this sweet painting (I'm assuming he made it):
( Not Safe For Work ) |
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[06 February, 2010|15:46] |
In Vermont.
Watching Dylan play video games.
Stef is upstairs doing Applied Calculus.
lalala |
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[04 February, 2010|01:57] |
I want to have sex in a cemetery.
I want to have sex in a cemetery.
I want to have sex in a cemetery.
Is that weird? |
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[04 February, 2010|01:09] |
Um, why does my hair look blue?
You would think "Not So Shy Violet" equals purple, right?
Why does it look blue?
I think I should just look at it in sunlight.
Its certainly not nearly as vibrant as Manic Panic. I'd rather pay the extra $3 per application to get that awesome vibrance (even if it does wash out quickly). The dye was a bitch to squeeze out of the bottle, but the applicator tip was really useful and handy. I literally made no mess, barely any cleanup. Previously, I have stained my sink, my floor, my garbage can, my laptop, my cell phone case, my face, my neck, my shoulders and my bathtub and had to spend my whole waiting-for-the-dye-to-set time cleaning the bathroom. This dye seems to be more oily? Or more conditioner-like, it barely dyed my skin. That kinda scares me though, I feel like it should dye my skin quickly because it would be better for hair color.
I think I might wash out the bottle (when its all used up) and use it as a Manic Panic applicator. I really want to get Manic Panic tomorrow but I'd have to drive all the way to Providence or Woonsocket and back because Sallys in Warwick doesn't have Ultra Violet.
I wish there was a purple hair-dye fairy.
You know, like the tooth fairy except with hair dye. Everytime my colour starts to fade, a container or Manic Panic Ultra Violet will appear under my pillow. And $50, because that'd be pretty bitchin'.
So I'm trying not to freak. I'm going to pretend like this dye I have on my head works pretty well. I'll actually find out in the morning when my hair is dry and the morning light will show me what it actually looks like.
For now, sleep. |
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[03 February, 2010|21:57] |
I'm hungry.
My Visual Arts class is unbearable in length, but still really fun.
Today we watched Who the *$&% is Jackson Pollock?. It was pretty awesome and long. Then we did some drawing exercise which I though I would fail at, but I did surprisingly well.
I WANT PETERS TABLET LIKE WOAH.
Sallys Beauty Supply in Warwick was out of "Ultra Violet" Manic Panic so I got some Beyond The Zone's "Not So Shy Violet" which happened to be $3 cheaper than Manic Panic, plus there was a coupon in store so it ended up being $5 and change. Its the same amount in a sweet bottle with an applicator tip, not in a messy tub-like container. I'm hoping that they're close enough to the same shade and I hope this is as vibrant and pretty as "Ultra Violet". It seems to be a thicker type cream than Manic Panic but I dunno. Hopefully it works just as good/better. Gonna put it in in a few minutes. Kinda excited/nervous.
I have to work at both jobs tomorrow.
Then I'm leaving Friday morning at 10am.
Hair dye time! |
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[02 February, 2010|04:15] |
Its 4:15am and I'm still awake.
What the hell is wrong with me? |
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[31 January, 2010|15:57] |
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The ostrich egg omelet was delicious and I wasn't laid off. |
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[31 January, 2010|00:38] |
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
fuck my life.
I should be asleep. |
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[30 January, 2010|16:11] |
Last night I had entirely too much fun. I went to Decadence with Stef and hooped like crazy. I can't get that at Hell. There is NO room there. Decadence was dead, which is kinda bad for them, but good for Stef and I. Met some hott guy named Josh who was entirely too drunk to hula hoop, but I laughed at his attempts. He invited me to his house for a party tonight before I even knew his name. CLASSY.
Got home around 3am, tried to sleep. Couldn't. No matter how hard I tried.
I miss sleeping with someone. Anyone.
On a completely unrelated note, I'm going to Vermont with Stef again this weekend, probably.
I still need to talk to Subwayyyy about it. But I should be fine. I hope, I hope.
I also hope it doesn't snow on this fuckin trip. I hate driving in the snow. And this time we're driving up in the daytime, and I'm buying 4 packs of smokes before I go up there. Fuck VT prices. And snow.
I really like the drive though. Its so far away. And last time was so much fun.
Hmmm.
I worked at The Lot today til 2:30. At home now until I have to work at Subway (5-10). I was supposed to help a Job Lot co-worker bake cupcakes tonight but I don't think I'm going to now due to LACK OF SLEEP FROM LAST NIGHT.
Plus my dad is making an ostrich egg in the morning around 8am so I need to be awake for that.
And then I'm working ALL DAY tomorrow. FMLFMLFML
Oh, whats that? How is my homework going?
Meh. I have a little over half of it finished. I can't do my spanish until Monday after I get my new fucking textbook, I still need to read that Maya Angelou book and I need to start on my Drugs and Human Behavior lecture. I'm just so tired.
Tomorrow night. |
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[29 January, 2010|21:39] |
I'm going to the club after a 12+ hour work day.
And my dad bought an ostrich egg, we're all going to eat it Sunday morning.
BADASS. |
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[27 January, 2010|22:16] |
DEAR LIVEJOURNAL-
I hate having advertisements shoved down my throat, please please please stop that.
( On classes this semester )
Notice how I have ZERO classes in Lincoln, Providence, Newport or Warwick? I did that on purpose. Its better for my gas tank/mileage. I also purposely told both jobs that I cannot work Mondays-Wednesdays, so I'm literally free to sleep in and hang out Mondays Tuesdays and Wednesdays. GET AT ME.
Thursday-Sundays are probably going to be HELLISH, and I'm probably going to be going to The Mews every night after work. Seriously. 12+ hour days make me want to chug whiskey. With good people of course. And then not drive my car, because that would be dangerous.
Hmm hmm. What else what else.
I need a girlfriend/boyfriend/cuddle buddy/non-sexual friend. Or maybe I just need more friends. Or sex. Who knows.
My dad and stepmom are going away for almost 2 weeks in February. I'm thinking HOUSEEE PARTYYYYYYYYYY. And some murder mysteries.
Thats about it.
peace and love, etc...
-Miss Monster |
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[25 January, 2010|21:43] |
I need some sort of physical activity.
I kinda want to take belly dance classes weekly but I don't want to drive to Providence.
Theres some yoga classes in Hopeless Valley but I want something intense.
Rock Climbing sounds kinda badass, I could totally drive to Lincoln once or twice per week for that shit, but I don't want to do it alone.
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I don't know. I need something. |
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[25 January, 2010|13:07] |
I need a new tattoo.
And a new hoop. |
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