okay the new friday remake scared the shit out of me. I don't think I'll be sleeping tonight. =( So scared.
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13 February 2009 @ 11:53 am
Woohoo, it's Friday the 13th, postively my favorite day(s) of the year! Whats even MORE exciting is that Friday the 13th comes out today and I'm gonna go see it with Diana tonight. Yaaaay!
06 February 2009 @ 01:05 pm
Wow Disney, wow. Way to have fucked the Small World ride right in the ass. It was bad enough that you guys were adding DISNEY CHARS to the ride, but theny ou adeed a whole new 'land' wtf is wrong with you!? You go to hell. YOu go to hell and you fucking DIE
05 February 2009 @ 12:24 am
Does anyone in the Los Angeles/Orange County area or in the surrounding areas interested in seeing PHANTOM OF THE OPERA on Thrusday, Febuaray 19th @ 2pm? One of my friends couldn't go, so I'm stuck with an extra ticket that I need to pay $64.00 on. If you are interested please let me know. I'd really like to get rid of this extra ticket
02 February 2009 @ 07:01 pm
Okay, so my grandpa came home from the doctors today to check on his cancer. They wanted him on Chemo like right this second, but he was all ah no. So they gave him something to take for a few months. They want him on chemo no later then June though. This of course, freaks me out. My living situation isn't like that of others. I live with my two elderly grandparents, both of whom have problems. Grandpa with his cancer and kindey problems, and grandma with her Alzhiemers. I don't have parents that I can turn to for help our guidence. So, I mean what the fuck am I supposed to do if something happens to my grandpa? I'm trying to go to school so I can get a job as a teacher, but if she gets really bad, who will take care of her? I am loathe to have some strange woman come in and keep an eye on her, so that leaves her sisters.
I don't want to have to send my grandma to live with them, so that leaves them to come down here to stay and maybe trade off. I dunno. I'm just freaking out because I don't know if my grandfather is strong neough to handle chemo and hang in their for us. I don't know if my grandma is strong enough to survive without him. I don't know if I'm strong enough to survive without THEM.
I don't want to have to send my grandma to live with them, so that leaves them to come down here to stay and maybe trade off. I dunno. I'm just freaking out because I don't know if my grandfather is strong neough to handle chemo and hang in their for us. I don't know if my grandma is strong enough to survive without him. I don't know if I'm strong enough to survive without THEM.
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depressed03 January 2009 @ 02:39 am
ugh, now they are saying that Gerry and Emmy are wanted for the main roles of Phantom 2...
Do you think of I beat up ALW when I go to Europe it will stop his madcap scheme?
Do you think of I beat up ALW when I go to Europe it will stop his madcap scheme?
24 September 2008 @ 03:03 pm
=D We've had Hook for a week :SQUISH: sorry--I really have become one of those people who is obsessed to hell with her pets
22 September 2008 @ 01:56 am
Holy shit, so there is like a name for my breed of dog...a Yorkie-Poo...I...that is sickeningly sweet and adorable.
Hook is fitting in nicely in our home. My only issue is that even though he's neutered, he still tries to hump my leg. Anyone with dogs ever had this problem? How do we teach him that's a no no.
Poca both loves and hates her new friend. It depends on the mood she is in. The poor thing is on antibodics right now so she's not a happy girl. Thankfully her wound is healing so it is NOT cancerous as her vet said it might be (Casuing me to fry in the same room where I cried over Duke's body...same vet guy too..)
Anyway, they like each other, she's a little indifferent to him though. At least she knows (or probably not cats arent that smart) how Duke felt when we brought her home.
Also? Anyone else who calls my dog ugly is going to get a fucking foot in their ass. My dog is adorable and sweet. If I had to go back and do it over again and choose him vs a pet store dog, I would take him in a heart beat.
Also, behold the cute:
Hook is fitting in nicely in our home. My only issue is that even though he's neutered, he still tries to hump my leg. Anyone with dogs ever had this problem? How do we teach him that's a no no.
Poca both loves and hates her new friend. It depends on the mood she is in. The poor thing is on antibodics right now so she's not a happy girl. Thankfully her wound is healing so it is NOT cancerous as her vet said it might be (Casuing me to fry in the same room where I cried over Duke's body...same vet guy too..)
Anyway, they like each other, she's a little indifferent to him though. At least she knows (or probably not cats arent that smart) how Duke felt when we brought her home.
Also? Anyone else who calls my dog ugly is going to get a fucking foot in their ass. My dog is adorable and sweet. If I had to go back and do it over again and choose him vs a pet store dog, I would take him in a heart beat.
Also, behold the cute:
18 September 2008 @ 04:40 pm
Wow, it's been quite a while since I've posted. I kept swearing I was going to post about my job at Frys. So I am forcing myself to make this post and let everyone know whats been going on. I would put each section behind an LJ cut, but I'm too lazy to do that, so I'll just bold each section so you can skip over the stuff you don't give two shits about.
Pets
As many of you know from my emoing in my past few LJ posts, Duke died a little over a month ago. Needless to say, having a dogs for 23 years and then being without one is hard. I was 4 when Duke the first died, but we still had my dog Duchess. When Duchess died, it wasn't very long, probably a month afterwords that we got Duke the 2nd. So really for only two months of my whole life I have not had a dog. It was hard. Really really hard. There were days when I would be fine, and days where I would just cry and just sulk around the house. I still miss him and I still love him. Just like I still love and miss Duke the 1st and Duchess.
Poca was and is a blessing. She really stepped up when Duke died, humoring us and letting us hold her more. She actually let me cry into her neck when I came home from the hospital to put Duke down. She knew something was wrong and that her friend had gone away. I was happy, I still had my cat, and with any luck I would (and will) have her for 5+ more years.
My grandparents swore up down left and right that after Duke died, there would be and I quote 'no more fucking dogs in this house' because 'we are too old to have dogs damnit'. _I_ doubted that statement. They said the same thing when Duchess died. I may have been 9 but I wasn't stupid. I was spoiled enough then that even if my grandpa hadn't wanted another dog I probably could of cried my way into getting one.
I wasn't going to do that this time. Duke's death impacted me too hard, I also needed time to grieve. However, I was lonely. While Poca is affectionate, it's not the same level of affection a dog can give you. So I would jokingly pout to grandma that I wanted a dog and her answer would always be 'No way.'
Before Duke died we found out my grandma had Alzheimer's, actually just less then a week before he died we found it out, so needless to say that was the week from fucking HELL. So when Duke died I got scared. If my grandma got bad, who would protect her if grandpa and I went out late to do something? Or if my grandpa dies first (he does have cancer after all) and I have to work? At least with a dog, someone is here to protect her. I know a dog cant _take care_ of her, but he could protect her and any caretaker that would watch her in my absence (if she ever got that bad, will touch on that later on in post)
So at night I would secretly confide into my grandma about my fears and concerns. It happened about...2 weeks ago. I just...lost it, I started crying and sobbing after she was in bed, screaming to my grandpa that it wasn't true, that just because she didn't know the answers to some questions they asked her for them to diagnose her. Until she had a brain scan or actual congruent testing, fuck that shit, because she's 77, and only had a 4th grade education living in Newfoundland. I cried that it wasn't right that we had lost our dog and my grandma had been diagnosed with this. He calmed me down, but, since I share everything with my grandma, that's when she made a promise to me. When my grandpa died, if he passed away before she did, we would get a dog to keep us safe/protect us. We had decided SHE would be a Golden Retriever and we would name her Goldilocks.
So life went on, my job went on until yesterday. On my most glorious day off I went and took care of some business with them at the credit union before my grandpa took my grandma to the doctors.
She comes home and is looking around all ninja like before coming into my room declaring that grandpa was looking at pictures of dogs on the internet. my initial reaction was, "so what? I look at pictures of them too" and she was all "no, he's looking at pictures of PUPPIES, because we are getting a dog"
Needless to say i was floored. We flip flopped a lot. He tried to change is mind _a lot_ we went to like 4 different pet shops and finally today we went to the shelter. After all, they gave us Poca, and while I may hate how that shelter is run at some times, but like I said, they gave me my cat. For that, I will always, ALWAYS be in their debt. So why not go for a 2nd time charm?
Well, we found one. I am admittedly used to big dogs, even Duchess who by my height standards now is a small dog, was big when I was nine. However, this little guy is SO FUCKING CUTE. It doesn't matter to me that he's not big, he's cuddle sized and oh so sweet.
Now, picking out a name for him was hard. I had a list of names based on gender/breed/color that I was compiling at work before I left early (I got sick but got a dog anyway, yay me?). If it was a boy and black, regardless of the breed, he was going to be Phantom, nuff said. Girl and black? Twilight. Girl any other color? Tinkerbell. So what do name a small white Terrier/Poodle mix? My initial name was Mr. Nibbles. But grandpa whined and was all 'that name is so fucking gay! Let's keep with the Disney theme! Name it Peter Pan, and call it Pan for short'
So. I did.
But then he changes his mind again seeing as Pan sounds really weird by itself so I was all Jesus Christ this dog is gonna have an indentity crisis not 24 hours in his new home!!! But we finally agreed on a name Captain Hook.
Ladies and Gentleman, the newest addition to our family--and no I am not LJ cutting this you have to all die of cuteness:
Now let me say one thing. Like everyone under the sun when I started looking for a dog, I wanted a PUPPY. A wittle ickle baby that I could hold and coddle and love from day 1. But, none of the puppies I saw set that little...spark. We almost bipased Hook and gave up on this shelter. I was really bummed because my hopes had been raised up SO high from the night before that I wanted to cry. I was so ready to love a dog and bring one into my life again and it looked like it wouldn't happen. Then my grandma saw Hook and said, what about this one? First let me say I cringed at the name the shelter was calling him. 'Mr. Magoo' um hell no. But other than that? He was adorable, I loved him instantly and for the first time? All 3 of us agreed on a dog, no spilt or one way decsions. He was cute, little adorable and he was ours. Was he a puppy? No. But I didn't care and I still don't. He's two years old, and he's a terrier/poodle mix and you know what? I love him unconditionally already. He will never, ever have to worry about spending another night in a shelter again. I'll be dead and in my grave before that ever happens. Poca is a little peeved at the newcomer, but she'll warm up to him like she did with Duke. She followed him around for a bit when we brought him home, but pouted a little later on. Silly kitty, I love her uncondtionally too. Actually let me rephrase my earlier statement. I will be dead and in my grave before either one of my pets, or any future pet I get spends one night in a shelter. I will never _EVER_ abandon them. I cry enough leaving them at a boarding house for two days to go on a trip, to give them away forever? You better fucking kill me first.
Okay, moving on.
Job
So ya, I work at Frys. I know some of you don't know that and are either like Yas with the reaction of: Holy shit you got a job? Or like Chanelle with the reaction of: Bout time you got off your lazy fucking ass and worked. Which are really the same things, but Chan would argue that her way sounds cooler.
So my job is a customer relations associate, which means I am really customer service to an extent, meaning I deal with guests over the phone all day, and do general office work. Yay something to put on my resume?
Anyway, I hate the pay, I didn't work my ass in college for a measley $9/hr 34.50 hours a week. Ya, I dont even get a full 40 hours. Lame ~.~ oh well. Miss Lisa is gonna help me with my resume and I'll continue to search.
I like my co-workers well enough. My supervisor? Is AWESOME. She is so not like a boss, she's like a friend. I get stupid calls on a daily basis though and people calling me a bitch and a cunt and a whore because I don't have something they want. Whatever, I hardly care. It's $$ in the bank so....ya.
I really don't know what else to say about working at Fry's. I sit on my answer, answer phone calls, look up rebates etc. Um, yay for me?
Pets
As many of you know from my emoing in my past few LJ posts, Duke died a little over a month ago. Needless to say, having a dogs for 23 years and then being without one is hard. I was 4 when Duke the first died, but we still had my dog Duchess. When Duchess died, it wasn't very long, probably a month afterwords that we got Duke the 2nd. So really for only two months of my whole life I have not had a dog. It was hard. Really really hard. There were days when I would be fine, and days where I would just cry and just sulk around the house. I still miss him and I still love him. Just like I still love and miss Duke the 1st and Duchess.
Poca was and is a blessing. She really stepped up when Duke died, humoring us and letting us hold her more. She actually let me cry into her neck when I came home from the hospital to put Duke down. She knew something was wrong and that her friend had gone away. I was happy, I still had my cat, and with any luck I would (and will) have her for 5+ more years.
My grandparents swore up down left and right that after Duke died, there would be and I quote 'no more fucking dogs in this house' because 'we are too old to have dogs damnit'. _I_ doubted that statement. They said the same thing when Duchess died. I may have been 9 but I wasn't stupid. I was spoiled enough then that even if my grandpa hadn't wanted another dog I probably could of cried my way into getting one.
I wasn't going to do that this time. Duke's death impacted me too hard, I also needed time to grieve. However, I was lonely. While Poca is affectionate, it's not the same level of affection a dog can give you. So I would jokingly pout to grandma that I wanted a dog and her answer would always be 'No way.'
Before Duke died we found out my grandma had Alzheimer's, actually just less then a week before he died we found it out, so needless to say that was the week from fucking HELL. So when Duke died I got scared. If my grandma got bad, who would protect her if grandpa and I went out late to do something? Or if my grandpa dies first (he does have cancer after all) and I have to work? At least with a dog, someone is here to protect her. I know a dog cant _take care_ of her, but he could protect her and any caretaker that would watch her in my absence (if she ever got that bad, will touch on that later on in post)
So at night I would secretly confide into my grandma about my fears and concerns. It happened about...2 weeks ago. I just...lost it, I started crying and sobbing after she was in bed, screaming to my grandpa that it wasn't true, that just because she didn't know the answers to some questions they asked her for them to diagnose her. Until she had a brain scan or actual congruent testing, fuck that shit, because she's 77, and only had a 4th grade education living in Newfoundland. I cried that it wasn't right that we had lost our dog and my grandma had been diagnosed with this. He calmed me down, but, since I share everything with my grandma, that's when she made a promise to me. When my grandpa died, if he passed away before she did, we would get a dog to keep us safe/protect us. We had decided SHE would be a Golden Retriever and we would name her Goldilocks.
So life went on, my job went on until yesterday. On my most glorious day off I went and took care of some business with them at the credit union before my grandpa took my grandma to the doctors.
She comes home and is looking around all ninja like before coming into my room declaring that grandpa was looking at pictures of dogs on the internet. my initial reaction was, "so what? I look at pictures of them too" and she was all "no, he's looking at pictures of PUPPIES, because we are getting a dog"
Needless to say i was floored. We flip flopped a lot. He tried to change is mind _a lot_ we went to like 4 different pet shops and finally today we went to the shelter. After all, they gave us Poca, and while I may hate how that shelter is run at some times, but like I said, they gave me my cat. For that, I will always, ALWAYS be in their debt. So why not go for a 2nd time charm?
Well, we found one. I am admittedly used to big dogs, even Duchess who by my height standards now is a small dog, was big when I was nine. However, this little guy is SO FUCKING CUTE. It doesn't matter to me that he's not big, he's cuddle sized and oh so sweet.
Now, picking out a name for him was hard. I had a list of names based on gender/breed/color that I was compiling at work before I left early (I got sick but got a dog anyway, yay me?). If it was a boy and black, regardless of the breed, he was going to be Phantom, nuff said. Girl and black? Twilight. Girl any other color? Tinkerbell. So what do name a small white Terrier/Poodle mix? My initial name was Mr. Nibbles. But grandpa whined and was all 'that name is so fucking gay! Let's keep with the Disney theme! Name it Peter Pan, and call it Pan for short'
So. I did.
But then he changes his mind again seeing as Pan sounds really weird by itself so I was all Jesus Christ this dog is gonna have an indentity crisis not 24 hours in his new home!!! But we finally agreed on a name Captain Hook.
Ladies and Gentleman, the newest addition to our family--and no I am not LJ cutting this you have to all die of cuteness:
Now let me say one thing. Like everyone under the sun when I started looking for a dog, I wanted a PUPPY. A wittle ickle baby that I could hold and coddle and love from day 1. But, none of the puppies I saw set that little...spark. We almost bipased Hook and gave up on this shelter. I was really bummed because my hopes had been raised up SO high from the night before that I wanted to cry. I was so ready to love a dog and bring one into my life again and it looked like it wouldn't happen. Then my grandma saw Hook and said, what about this one? First let me say I cringed at the name the shelter was calling him. 'Mr. Magoo' um hell no. But other than that? He was adorable, I loved him instantly and for the first time? All 3 of us agreed on a dog, no spilt or one way decsions. He was cute, little adorable and he was ours. Was he a puppy? No. But I didn't care and I still don't. He's two years old, and he's a terrier/poodle mix and you know what? I love him unconditionally already. He will never, ever have to worry about spending another night in a shelter again. I'll be dead and in my grave before that ever happens. Poca is a little peeved at the newcomer, but she'll warm up to him like she did with Duke. She followed him around for a bit when we brought him home, but pouted a little later on. Silly kitty, I love her uncondtionally too. Actually let me rephrase my earlier statement. I will be dead and in my grave before either one of my pets, or any future pet I get spends one night in a shelter. I will never _EVER_ abandon them. I cry enough leaving them at a boarding house for two days to go on a trip, to give them away forever? You better fucking kill me first.
Okay, moving on.
Job
So ya, I work at Frys. I know some of you don't know that and are either like Yas with the reaction of: Holy shit you got a job? Or like Chanelle with the reaction of: Bout time you got off your lazy fucking ass and worked. Which are really the same things, but Chan would argue that her way sounds cooler.
So my job is a customer relations associate, which means I am really customer service to an extent, meaning I deal with guests over the phone all day, and do general office work. Yay something to put on my resume?
Anyway, I hate the pay, I didn't work my ass in college for a measley $9/hr 34.50 hours a week. Ya, I dont even get a full 40 hours. Lame ~.~ oh well. Miss Lisa is gonna help me with my resume and I'll continue to search.
I like my co-workers well enough. My supervisor? Is AWESOME. She is so not like a boss, she's like a friend. I get stupid calls on a daily basis though and people calling me a bitch and a cunt and a whore because I don't have something they want. Whatever, I hardly care. It's $$ in the bank so....ya.
I really don't know what else to say about working at Fry's. I sit on my answer, answer phone calls, look up rebates etc. Um, yay for me?
26 June 2008 @ 08:09 pm
13 May 2008 @ 04:54 pm
okay so I am going crazy with boredom because I wanna talk to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
icegirl99 and kyuu_shashuno
One more day of school tomorrow and then I only go back one day next week for a final. yay!
icegirl99 and kyuu_shashunoOne more day of school tomorrow and then I only go back one day next week for a final. yay!
04 February 2008 @ 11:27 pm
Do any of my friends want a HerStyler Pink Professional Straightener/Curling iron (one item in one) It's valued at $250, but I'm willing to sell it for $110 and and throw in the $30 HerStyle Conditioner for free. If you are interested but want to work out a different price, I'm open to listening. Let me know okay? ;)
03 August 2007 @ 03:21 pm
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phantom_lims, when you read the rules, if you join, tell them I sent you. We only have two contestants so far. Please join!
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15 April 2007 @ 01:37 pm
Dear Printer,
Ha, I kicked your ass and you are finally working.
Thanks for making it a 2-day-process
No love,
Ashley
Dear Journalism 120 Assignment,
Fuck you, there are no articles in the fucking newspaper about how the war is having a direct impact on California souly, it has a direct impact on anyone
Go die.
No love,
Ashley
Dear English 380 Assignment,
I don't hate you, because the teacher who assigned you is the best person in the world. I just havent gotten to you yet, will do so soon. Just have to figure out how to write a cirtical essay on you.
Semi Love,
Ashley
Ha, I kicked your ass and you are finally working.
Thanks for making it a 2-day-process
No love,
Ashley
Dear Journalism 120 Assignment,
Fuck you, there are no articles in the fucking newspaper about how the war is having a direct impact on California souly, it has a direct impact on anyone
Go die.
No love,
Ashley
Dear English 380 Assignment,
I don't hate you, because the teacher who assigned you is the best person in the world. I just havent gotten to you yet, will do so soon. Just have to figure out how to write a cirtical essay on you.
Semi Love,
Ashley
26 August 2005 @ 12:17 am
in this post is just a place i can hold various icon awards I have recieved for the icons I have made, so this is basically just a filler post to hold the icon awards. And my only entry that will not be friends only so anyone can see them
( Look if you want to see )
( Look if you want to see )
