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FRIENDS LIST PEOPLE ONLY FROM HERE ON OUT.
I've just been getting creepy vibes lately.
If you want to read it that bad, just sign in ya little shit fer brains.
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It's really funny how I can't get songs out of my head that I used to rock out to. Like Veruca Salt. HAHAHA...I was lame. But American Thighs was the best of the two albums, and I got to meet Nina Gordon so it was chill.
I also think it's funny how I hardly get as much sleep as needed, but when I come home I'm full of energy and about to burst if I don't do something amazing like cartwheels or cook an awesome Digiorno thin crust pizza that's supposed to feed 2 or 3, but 3/4 feeds me.
I'm browsing through a journal community of gay scene hairdos and seeing if I can get any ideas...but 98% of them have been hairdon'teverz[OHHHHH]. I just want a different cut that's kind of but not really choppy. Wispy. I'm pretty sure I'm getting bangs again...choppity like. I'm probably never dying my hair, just changin' styles. I want to try and possibly get it cut here shortly, so hoorah.
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I'm drunk, so we're gonna make this quick.
Josh calls Genevieve and wants to show her where her clit is.
I should be sleeping or playing my Gamecubeee. I get to work in the mall all next week AKA playmy gamecube and take estimates for a bath place in Jefferson Mall. So come see me. AIGHT?? By SEARS. I can also use the exercise bike and cook stuff and watch moviez/. They told me so.
My life is gonna be crap the next week. But $$$$ keeps me motivated. So does alcohol and frienz. And hott boys who like mewhich is rare.
HOLLA & call me.
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Hm. So I'm dating again...I think.
And I don't spread shit about my friends, so whoever said that I did can go to fucking hell. Thanks for making me lose a friend, anonymous asslord[s]. I'm not going to be nice anymore and say I'm sorry for something I didn't even do.
On a happier note, Hayden Christensen makes me smile.......until he's limbless and bald.
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The end is near. Pizzarinos and Spaghetti Combo is no more. Ended on Monday and that makes me a sad panda.
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Since my name is Sarah Powers, I'm due for another post. But, I'm really not in the mood and haven't been in the mood to just gab about the usual nonsense that goes on in my life. KFC taste test on Tuesday...WOOT. PETA CAN LICK MY FACE. There's a girl that stands at the KFC headquarters boycotting every Friday, and I see her every single week coming home from work. She probably thinks I'm all super into that PETA crap since I smile at her everytime. Pshhh...more like super into that chicken salad I had for lunch, MHMZ.
Back to being a slave &sleep;
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Today I went to that rad Urban Outfitters place with the Genevieve. We totally took over the city. Actually, we were scared half to death while driving down Vine St. where we thought Bogart's was and such. We were going to go to Bloomington IN to check out their Urban Outfitter's, but figured it'd take a little longer to get there than Cincy, and we thought there'd be more to do in Cincy than Bloomington. So we went to Newport to find something to do. Johnny Rockets was crap rockets, which does fine imagery anyone who thinks about how that is worded, and made me laugh a lot because I can be immature like that. It was so expensive and not even that great, but it was the cheapest thing at that little shopping center. $2.55 for a Coke is a crime. We shopped a little and came back. We were going to go look for something awesome to do in Louisville, but just ended up going to Fazoli's (FYI the Pizzarinos and Spaghetti Combo is THE combo...do it to it, please]. Went back to Genevieve's place and just talked for a really long time. I love talking to close friends about everything...makes me feel appreciated and good to know that I can be there for them anytime.
The job area is looking swell. I got a part time job for The Equine Enquirer of Kentucky, and I meet with the lady for lunch on Monday to discuss exactly what I'll be doing and to fill out paperwork. I'll be designing the magazine layouts for her new horse magazine, and I get to create the logo :] I've been wanting to layout magazines and create logos for awhile now, so I'm pretty excited. I also get to work from home anytime I want, just as long as the magazine is complete by the 10th of every month, or by-monthly...can't remember. But yeah, I figure I can do that and work at Sullivan until I get a full time job. But yeah, I have an interview with Paul Schultz Advertising on Tuesday. Michael told me about that place because he used to work there and said they were good people. He talked to me forever on Friday about it...what he did when he worked there, and I kept fooling with my hair. I hope he doesn't know much about body language........
I'm going to go play with my new TV Arcade Games Pacman thing I bought in Newport today...it was only $7, as opposed to $30...suhweeeet.
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Wednesday, May 18th, 2005
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Today was luau party thing at work and it was pointless but had free food. I have no idea why this even took place, but it did. I heard the pig caught on fire last night while they were roasting it. Some old broads even took photos of it. Michael came out to join Linda, Evie and I. He sat quietly picking at his food and rushed back inside because nobody was really talking to him. I just stared at him the entire time. They had this gay ass "jail" thing where you could pay $2 to put someone in jail for 15 minutes. I honestly have no idea why any of this took place. It was really gaymo.
I have forced myself to think and feel how guys do when it comes to the opposite sex. I just want some, and that's basically it. Without feelings, without heartache, without gay stupid crying games. I am forcing myself not to be like that anymore, and trying to move on from people I care about the most but cannot be with or do not want me.
I just had three cranberry vodkas and you do not love me.
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hm. we've traded places and I do not like that one bit.
I have to be at work in 4.5 hours.
I need a gigantic hug...no virtual hug shit either.
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My journal is turning into a chain letter.
01. Reply with your name and I will write something about you.
02. I will then tell what song(s) remind me of you.
03. Next, I will tell you who you remind me of, celebrity/animated or otherwise.
04. Last, I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
05. Put this in your journal.
NO SLEEP TIL [guitar] BROOKLYN!!!@@!#
How is everybody?
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Saw the Decembrists last night with Joanna, Ben, their friend[yeah, I never found out who that was, hah], John and Rebecca. They played reaaallyyy well. They are too awesome. I got mad because the extra batteries I brought for my camera didn't work so I couldn't get any pictures. After that I met up with Kajal, Kiran, Chris Woodling, and Jamie Brown. Haven't seen some of those du's in a long while. It was nice. Well...the party ended up being ultra lame. Chris got hit on by a guy, haha. We made it awesome, though. Started a dance off...hilaaarrrioussss. All the dances were fun. The crab, the window, droppin' wallet and booty pushin' out pickin' it up kinda thing. The thing that really sucked about the party, was how long the fun actually lasted. We'd get the party havin' a great time for about 5 minutes at the most, and then their level of coolness just went over the top as they sat back down and smoked cigs. A lot of guys were all over each other...it was weeirddd. Two guys tackled another one, stratled him, and one started to whip out his penis while the other held the guy down...he wasn't really trying to get away either. He had a smile on his face like the other ones. Jamie and I were like "WHOA WHOA WHOA...when people start whippin' their penises out, we're gone." We tried dancing a whole lot and getting other people to feel it, but they were a few years older than us which means, of course...they're just too awesome. Before we got to the party, some of the people that were there got mugged. After that we went to wake up Ali at 2:30 and Chad got pissed cause we were being loud and taking her out. We ended up going to Steak N Shake and I got home at 4:30. My dad was not pleased, but didn't raise hell like I expected.
I made a promise to myself that I would stop drinking soft drinks for awhile. It's working. I haven't had any carbonated beverage in over a week. I've been drinking green tea, milk and water. I feel better about myself these days...appearance speaking.
I can't stand it when people say they're going to call, and they do not. Over and over again.
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You and life can all lick/suck monkey balls and hate it.
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I had an interview with Bankers Life & CompanyShamaLamaDooDa yesterday, and I thought it was going to be a mono y mono interview, but it was more of a presentation. Me and 17 old people. She went around the room asking us if where we are currently employed and what we look for in a company. I said straight up a place to learn and share my experience. Which...isn't what I was planning on saying at all, but as the time got nearer to me, I got all nervous and said it in a really weird way. The next person was big and had cornrolls, so it was difficult to tell if it was a man or woman. They just sat there, and the lady said "Yes sir? What would you look for in a company?"...they paused for awhile, and out comes a really soft voice, so it was obviously a woman. I felt sorry for her because that must have been embarrassing. But wait..you know what? SHOULDN'T EVEN MATTA. You know, I bet I use the caps lock at leeeassstt once in every post I make. I'm dangry.
Soo....after that I went over to Kajal's, changed into normal clothes and waited for her friend Becca to arrive. We all go out to E-town and pick up some of her friends and go to Nashville to see Copeland. Now, I've only heard maybe two of their songs, and thought it was ok, but it was just a spur of the moment thing to do because I kick ass like that. We get there and have time to chill, so we eat at the Old Spaghetti Factory and dance along the street like crazy gooks while Bobby and John are kind of embarrassed and too cool. Then we go to stand in line, and not to my surprise, there are hundreds of emo kids that ALL look alike. We stood out, and I loved it. We told Copeland it was Kajal's birthday [which it really wasn't at all], and the guitarist was like "Wait...did you just say Happy Birthday Copeland?" ..."NOOOOOOOOO...KAJAL" ..."Don't confuse me, it's not our birthday," and just kept doing their thing. They were supposed to sing for her, and damnit, they did NOT. So we dance a little and take photos and just go nuts. I didn't know there were going to be 4 bands...just thought it was Amberlin and Copeland. But it was Matthew and some other band before that. Matthew's lead singer sounded like he was trying too hard for a Thom Yorke sound. Needless to say, it got annoying quick. At one point in one of Matthew's song, he says "Half heartedddd," and Becca thought he said "I fartedddd," so she says it to a guy in front of her, and he thought she was disgusting. Ohhhh man we lost it, and then she explained to him that she only said that because that's what she thought he said. SILLYYY.
I was supposed to go to the Infield today, but I decided not to because it was just going to be me, my dad and his friend. Soo boring. I even called in to sleep for it since I didn't get home until 3:30 from the concert. Now I'm just going to go to the parade in about 20 minutes with Ali, Chad, Ali's nephews, and Chad's brother. I hope something crazy happens. Red from That 70s Show is going to be there, and I'm going to get all excited again. He came a few years ago when I went with Tabi, and we yelled for him and said "WE LOVE YOUR SHOWWWWW," and he laughed and said "Thank you." Ahh the fun times, the fun times.
I'm going to post some photos from yesterday and the parade when I return.
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GIN BLOSSOMS AND SPIN DOCTORS THIS THURSDAY AT 12:30ISH IN THE INFIELD. WHO'S COMING WITH ME?
FYI I am not following my dad and his friend around the infield, so somebody's coming with me. Two of you, whoever you are. Think B00B13Z.
This Weezer song is doodoo. Freak Me Out. Super gay clouds are hovering over this one. Speaking of gay clouds, I kept bugging these people I wanted a job from, and they told me that they already hired somebody else but want to keep my resume on file. TOO BAD I'MMA GONNA BE SUCCESSFUL AND NOT NEED THEM WHEN THEY NEED ME. I'm going to watch Phantom of the Opera doodle skoodle poo. Poo. No one uses that anymore, let alone dookie. It's all about the word shit, now. Informational interview tomorrow. Bought a new dress suit for it today. Yeah, it's cleeeaaaan, girl. Time to cuddle up with some weird cranberry flavored green tea and a movie. SEE YA.
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ta maK at: i think tigers are cooler
ta maK at: they're prettier
manofjustice GO: and endangered
manofjustice GO: hmmm
manofjustice GO: well shoot
ta maK at: just like blondes are becoming
manofjustice GO: hahaha
manofjustice GO: yeah the futures going to be hilarious looking.
ta maK at: seriously...did you know 1 in 20 blondes are real?
manofjustice GO: uh, yes?
ta maK at: I'M RARE
manofjustice GO: I know
manofjustice GO: lol
ta maK at: WHY AREN'T GUYS ALL OVER ME? I BEHOLD THE GOLDEN LUST
I hate Sundays. They just make me think forever. I way overslept last night, thus creating a lethargic/depressing mood for the entire day. I woke up, waited hours to take a shower which is rare/wrote in livejournal. Then I wanted something to eat, so I decided to make some Pasta Roni fettucine alfredo which is becoming one of my favorite things to eat. Then I sat in my underwear for awhile because I had absolutely nothing planned, and nobody was home...so why not. Then after a long time of sitting around, I ate dinner. Fried chicken, waxy beanies, mashed po-tate-oz, and biscuits that taste exactly like KFC's biscuits. Which sounds delicious right now. Maybe tomorrow. I talked to my parents after eating, and just got really frustrated. I can never talk to them anymore without feeling extremely irritable or aggravated about something. It won't even be anything major or like a problem at all, but I'll manage to get frustrated and mean about it which are not my intentions at all. I don't even deserve a graduation present. My dad knows when I'm being a bitch, too. Sometimes he'll actually say that I am, or use "brat" instead. Don't get me wrong, my parents are wonderful and all, but it's that time in my life where I have become extremely impatient with them and I feel like I just take them for granted too much. I dunno. Once again, Sundays just make you think a lot. I was supposed to be fast asleep right now, but I decided to type in here once again. I guess the more blue I'm feeling, the more I type or whatever. OR I just remembered that I have to pay $40 for a gym fee which I have not made good use of at all this past month. AT ALL. Money is going bye bye because of me freaking out about things: 1)The new intern guy that will be taking my place 2)Saving for SF 3) Not having a full time job lined up to start saving for moving out 4) Feeling extremely lonely all of the sudden, and that has nothing to do with money, but it's something I'm freaking out about. The Gin Blossoms and Spin Doctors are going to be at the In Field Thursday, and IMMA GOIN. If any of you wanna go, let me know. Got two tickets left. Doubt any of you are reading this far, so you're missing out! MWUAHAHAHA. Good lord, I need to be normal. Have a normal sleep pattern, have a normal outlook of life, and just fuckin chill out. Normally. I was looking at really old journal entries for some of you guys. I'm talking 2 years ago, and I miss those days, and I sort of feel like some of you have felt before. This post is like a freakin Andrew Hall or Kara Dickson post with the whole no paragraphs thing, but it's just all my thoughts jumbled into one. ONE GIANT KOMBOBULATED MASS OF CONFUSION. I'm sorry if I have ever been a bitch to any of you guys before. I really didn't mean to be, unless I strictly said I was, so ZING. God. I'm a guy, that's all there is to it. Testosterone levels are at an all time high. SEE YA. I bet my brother and his friends read this at times, and if they read this right now...I'll act like it ain't no thang.
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I just woke up and had a dream that me and some friends[who I don't even know in real life] spent the week at a log cabin, and at one point, the cabin rolled into a flat line of logs, so we all had to push it back up, and then all of our stuff was squished. Then I was sitting around a group of people, and this one girl was real down because her girlfriend broke up with her, and this other girl was like "Why don't you go out with Sarah?" and I was like "...ummm..." and looked around. The girl was like "Really? She swings that way?" And the girl that told her to go out with me said "Well, I think she could." And I just sat there and looked at everybody. It was realll weirddd. Then I had a dream that my mom and I were watching a video that I made of me when Katie and I went on a camping trip, and I'm taping me demolishing her tent with a fat stick.
Friday night I had my late graduation thing. Toooooo bad a lot of people didn't show up, so it ended up being me, Ali, Chad, Theresa and Tobie for awhile. Then Theresa and Tobie left and later Kara, Camille, Jennifer and her friend came. I felt like they were having an awful time, but they told me otherwise. This is my favorite picture from the night:
Haha, I love you guys.
I have other pictures, but a lot of them are blurry and dark so it didn't work out too well. I hate using the flash because people look like they are extremely pale and weird. I'm thinking about saving up for a new digital camera with some of my graduation money, but I reeaaalllyyy don't need one. I might save up for a mac or an ipod instead.
But yeah, the party was ok. We played Mario Kart awhile and they watched Anchorman but I fell asleep as soon as it started until the very end. Then Kara rented some crazy weird porn, and we gathered around to watch that. I agree with Jennifer...the line of the night was definitely "I think that's in the puss." Ohh man. Everybody thought it was nasty stuff, so we turned it off after about 10 minutes. Well, maybe it was longer than that cause I was out of it.
Last night I saw The Hitchiker's Guide to The Galaxy. It was silly, but I liked it. Later on Sean called me and we chatted for awhile and he asked if I wanted to get a place with him in October/Novemberish when he's done with all that Washington DC stuff, and I was like hellz yeah. He said he's probably gonna ask other people to move in too. I hope I get a job soon so I can start saving and schtuff.
I'm hungry and bored and there's nobody home.
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Thursday, April 28th, 2005
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Shit...they found a new intern.
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( I post sooo many photos. It's ridiculous. )
Yeah, well. I'll start posting photos of other people/things and not myself sooner or later. Kinda makes me feel conceited after realizing how many I post of me :/
Man, I've been posting a lot lately. The graduation went well...nothing caught on fire and no babies were born, but it was pretty quick considering it's a small private school. I feel soo old. Josh already has a job and I'm jealous. He's working for some lady he knows...does their ads, gets paid $15/hr. while working at home and has benefits. It's part time right now, but he's moving up to full time soon. He's also getting paid $1,000 to do some project for her. LUCKY DUCKY. I discovered that some people still don't have jobs lined up yet, so I don't feel that pitiful.
Bonnie[my brother's gf, duhrara] and Joe are so super sweet and got me graduation gifts. Since Bonnie is moving up into the big world by working for HP, she's making mega bucks and could afford a gift for me. She gave me "Logo Lounge" book and a cute card...she's a doll. My brother gave me a silly card and said that he got me a subscription to Communicative Arts which is so awesome and sweet of him. I honestly didn't expect a gift from either of them so it just completely shocked me :] My grandma and aunts gave me money and I have yet to receive a gift from my parents. Later on in the day my mom said that my dad was freaking out not knowing what to give me as a gift..and my mom told him to calm down and that I didn't have to have it right on graduation day. So, I probably won't get one but I should just be thankful that I have pretty good parents who just expect me to do my best and succeed without feeling obliged to reward me with money or gifts. They usually give me money if I'm in dire needs anyway.
I'm so happy that I'm happy.
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My hair is getting sooo long. I love it. It has definitely gotten brighter from laying out with Katie last weekend. Plus I gots a nice little natural looking tan going on[I don't care what Kara and Camille think about me getting a tan, YOU AIN'T MY MOMMAS, HOES].
That last post of mine was lame-o outta control-o. Sorry your little eyes had to see that. I will never post something like that so quickly after not being able to chill out first. Or, I'll actually try and be chill and not worry so much :P
Two interviews next week so far! I feel so much better these days that I'm actually motivated to search for jobs again. I'm not, I repeat NOT taking that stupid nPrecision job. What the hell...they expect me to be a so called "Creative Director" when they won't even pay at least $10/hr. THAT'S JUST HORSE SHIT!@#---@@#$ I was telling my boss about it today...she's the director of Creative Communications, and she was like "Nooo...that's just wrong. Part time??" Phony radar was correct yet again. Plus the guy kinda freaked me out when he moved some of my hairs out of my face because the fan was blowing them all over the place and said "Sorry about the fan." Ga-rooossss.
I'm all hyper and excited cause
I AM GOING TO GRADUATE TOMORROW AT 11:00 AM ST. MATTHEWS BAPTIST CHURCH 3515 GRANDVIEW AVE., COME ONE COME ALL AND BRING YOUR MAPQUEST PAPER PAPERS.
Andddd I'm going to make tomorrow fun whether everybody else is having fun or not. Chumps.
My parents are tearing out the kitchen wall downstairs just because of one tiny faucet leak. I probably won't be eating for hours.
AHHHH Why am I so happy right now? It's AMAZING yet RIDICULOUS. CAPS LOCK YOU ARE MY HERO.
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Wednesday, April 20th, 2005
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A Good and Bad thing happened today. Since you're lazy, you don't have to read either of them.
I had an interview at 3:00 for nPrecision, a fairly new graphics company here in Louisville. I went in thinking it was just an internship, but they were so impressed with my work that they said it could turn into a full time job and they'd start me off as Creative Director, which means anyone else they hire will be under me. I don't think the pay will start off that good, but I wonder if I do a good job, they'll give me a big raise. I got real excited and then bummed because I'm sure it's not going to have many benefits being a small company and all. I guess I could at least start off and see how I like it.
Tonight my dad handed me the print out of my brother's flight information. It said "To: tamakat@aol.com" and I was like...umm...what? I didn't even send my dad a copy of this and I don't think he[my brother] sent him one either. I asked him "How did you print this from my name?," and all he said at first was "I have my ways." That just infuriated me. So basically we went back and forth with that and then he said "I got it in my mail," but if that were the case, it'd have his e-mail at the top too.
Then I got online tonight and he starts talking to me[online...] about other stuff to take my mind off of it or something. Then I bring it up again and he says that he stills has his ways. "Why didn't you just ask me? Why did you do that?" All I got was an "I don't know." Why the hell would he be going through my e-mail? My life isn't even that exciting or important to be going through my e-mails. He's starting to freak me out with the little amount of privacy that I have left. If I find out that he logs into my e-mail all the time, I'm going to make him just delete my account because I don't even use AOL anymore. I just keep it for things I have signed up for in the past...over 5 years worth of newsletters or mailing lists that have probably died out by now anyway.
I mean, is there a way that the master account could get into everybody's elses e-mails? Is there just some way it would only have my e-mail show that he could print it out from? I AM OVERREACTING? I think I am half way...but this is just fucking stupid. Him logging into his daughter's e-mail to see how many penis enlarger ads she's received? Sometimes he even listens to my phone conversations.
I would be a little calmer if he'd just say that he printed it off of my e-mail or tell me how he got it to print out like that through his account...you know, the truth. But instead he constantly plays these head games he thinks are funny, that are really starting to get to me these days. If he gets into my e-mails, he probably reads these entries. All he ever wants is the truth when he himself can't even speak it.
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melancholy.
hungry.
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