12 posts tagged “shaz”

one of those people who are uber scary looking in the morning.
I mean, I'm not going to win beauty contests or anything but for the most part I pretty much look normal.
Shaz... is not like that.  Shaz wears a lot of make up and does crazy shit to her hair so when she wakes up she's kind of scary looking.  Make up is smeared everywhere.  Big eye makeup circles and hair all crazy.*
Today, I looked like Shaz. 
Before I went out last night I did my make up, my theory was that if I wore a lot of dark eye make up it would help draw attention from the dark bags under my eyes.  Not sure if it worked or not but that's neither here nor there. 
I was exhausted last night, I think I was more tired than drunk actually and did not remove the make up before I went to bed. 
When I went into the bathroom this morning I actually gasped a bit.  I looked like I had been in a fight, both eyes were black with bits of purple, my hair was a fright but yet I had on the prettiest shiny HUGE earrings.

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Yes.  I admit.  I did all of this just to have an excuse to show off my earrings.  They're pretty!!!!

I lost my fucking lighter!!.  I stole it from the airport.  (Someone left it on a bench or something probably cause they were going through security.)  I had a shit ton of lighters and they all seem to be slowly disappearing.  I grabbed this one and I was going to stick it with my bowl that way I can stop smoking with matches but the fucking thing is missing.
I think I might have picked it up and moved it when Little T was sleeping in here and now I just can't remember where the fuck I put it.

Okay, I'm getting distracted.

*I'm not picking on Shaz here... She knows she's "un-composed" in the morning... I'm just using her as an example.

I don't know why but the girls being away has inspired me to get shit done.  I've made a few random todo lists here and there but this one is going to be the mutha-load.  All the stuff I've been putting off.  All the stuff that's minor and probably shouldn't be on a ToDo list... everything. 
I tried getting LIttle T to help me but I've learned that having a 9 year old as a personal assistant isn't a great idea... they're forgetful as hell!! 

• Get pics from Walgreen's   (Done!)
  
• Decorate wall with them
• Laundry  (Done! ... Plus I did all of the T's and Little T's ... Yes I'm Amazing!)
  
• Clean (done) , clean, clean.
• Attempt to organize photos. 
  
• Call/Email landlord about tub/rent.  (Done!)
• Mail cards.  (Done!)
  
• Convince mom to help me with computer endeavors.
• Talk to Katie  (Done!... She is freakishly in love!)
  
• Check Mail.  (Done!)
  
• Find another book to read. (Done for now)
  
• Get music to make Cd's
• Organize adult stuff.  (Bill type things)
•  Find job  (I'm realizing how much I hate job hunting.  Especially in this market.  New Goal - 3 resumes a day)
  
• Get gas  (Done.. $12 to fill my tank! ..granted I was only 1/4 down but still!)
  
• Register to vote.  (Done!)
  
•  Pay utilities   (Will be done before the end of the night... well tomorrow at the lastest)
  
•  Go to bank.  (Done!)
  
•  Pick up Check/Get boxes for Alex/Get Alex's phone number  (Done)
  
• Google "Making Pizza" to find a good/kid friendly pizza making ideas (that aren't english muffin pizzas.)
  
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I left a few empty spots for when I remember all that other shit I want to do.
Now I must go pass out like a fuck and get up early and get coffee and go watch LIttle T and some how figure out how to make cleaning my apartment fun for him. 

Tonight was a fairly smooth night at work. 
Aside from the fact that I have ice cream in my hair.

The girls leave tomorrow. 
I feel kind of bad I haven't really done any going away type things for them. 
I was gonna go get a drink with Les and the Caldera clan but because of the early babysitting/ice cream in hair I didn't really wanna go. 

I'm on a major list kick lately... Forgive me.

Things I want to accomplish while they're gone.

• Clean entire house.  Top to bottom & Bottom to top.
• Dance around naked. 
  
• Find out what is wrong with shower and fix it (or find someone who can)
• Reclaim my  rightful spot in the magical bed.
• There's more but I can't remember what it is.

I fucking love Guster.
Old Guster.  When they dropped the hand drums it made me very sad.

Talked to Nathan and Kathrine today.  Apparently Nate has chosen to save the voice mail which means I now need to plan for his demise.

I did EVERYTHING on my Todo list.  Well, everything except for the picture/Walgreen's thing.  But even when I put it on there I knew it wouldn't happen.

It was a really easy todo list though. 

Fuck it got late, I need to go get in the shower.
The girls leave tomorrow. 
Sad. Happy. Excited.

Todo List

• Actually get pictures ready
• Finish cleaning room
• Mail rent.
• Email John
• Get music together to make Cd(s)
• Send cards (even if some are almost two months old)
• Go through paperwork/bills/adult stuff.
• Don't smoke too much.
• Love life.

About 6 or so years ago I house sat for Nathans family. 
When they go back I went back to my apartment in Portland and realized that I had forgot my phone up there.*
The next day when Nathan went to work (we lived together) he left me his cell phone so that I'd have a phone.  I was on a cleaning kick and wearing yoga pants and a tank top.  With no pockets I was left with no choice but to put the phone in my cleavage.  This worked fine and dandy until I bent over to test some bath water and the phone fell out of my cleavage and into the tub.  Crap!  I think part of the reason it fell was because I was wearing one of those tank tops with the "built in bra" and any woman with boobs above an A cup knows those things don't really hold anything in place.  If I had an actual bra on, I'm convinced the phone would have stayed.  Anyway, the phone dried out and ended up working fine.**
Today, I've been cleaning like a mad lady.  I decided to scrub the tub quickly before I showered for work.  I ran the water to flush all the weird crap (thanks Shaz) out of the bottom of it and when leaning over to turn the water off my Mp3 player fell out of my bra and into the tub.  FUCK

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

I don't mention it that often but I ALWAYS use my Mp3 player.  It's going for about 6-10 hours ago.  (Give or take.)  It's not working right now.  I don't really know what to do.  I read something online that basically said if it was on (which it was) when it fell in the water then most likely I'm fucked. 

DAMMIT!!

I should have been more careful.  It's fallen out a few times in the past week, same with my phone.  I think I even blogged about it once. 

I hope a million, billion, zillion that it works when I get home.

*Up there being Chelsea which is about an hour north of Portland.
**Nathan wouldn't exactly agree with "fine" but he could place and receive calls.  The phone got a bit attitudy at times... but that's besides the point.

Edit:  I had to install Firefox to do it (thanks Lesley for letting me install Firefox) but I go it to load.  This is the post from the other night  (Saturday night)

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It's hot.

I've learned that most of my friends don't like extreme heat. I, am not like them. I will take weather in the 80's or 90's over Teen's and twenty degree temps any day.

This is just silly though.

I'd probably be more okay with it if I had a fan.

I hung out with the Skinhead last night. Which was kind of odd but not really. I got home about midnight and my apartment was basically like an oven so I bummed a cigarette off Shaz and took the laptop outside to smoke and check my email. The Skinhead and I share a stoop, he went outside to let his new dog pee and smoke a cigg. We got chatting and I figured since it was cooler outside than inside I'd just bring the shit to make my poi* out there. He brought beer, I brought reefer and we just kicked it on the stoop for a few hours. Conversation was... interesting, to say the least and ranged from idle stranger small talk stuff to him asking me if I like to fuck horses (it kind of made sense in context and he was fairly intoxicated.)  I came inside sometime around 3a-330a and while doing last minute things before bed I happened to look up and see this...

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My first thought was that it looked kind of "bloodish" but there's no way that's blood. The way it's positioned and the drops and everything then I remembered that Shaz told me she put the scissors in the kitchen 'cause she was trying to open a bottle of wine (why she was using scissors when I have like, a billion wine keys in the house I know not.) Since I saw this last night I've noticed little wine splatters here and there around the kitchen and living room, which is irritating but it's Shaz and well... I'm getting used to it. I really want to know how she got wine on the ceiling. I thought maybe the cork blew but then I realized it's a red wine not a sparkling wine... the cork is not pressurized.
I'm very curious about this.

Since I have my sd card loaded I was going to post other random pictures but going through the card, there's really nothing good. I came across the Shibari pictures which feels like it was a life time ago. Time is really fucking flying lately. Oh well, no more pretty pictures for y'all ('cause I haven't got the balls to post the tied up ones.:-)

Now I must go take a freezing shower and get ready for work.

* I've recently decided to learn how to spin fire. I've wanted to do this for awhile but the other day I just randomly decided that it's going to be my "summer project." Before you actually use fire you need to learn what the fuck you're doing. That's why I'm making Poi. Poi is a New Zealand word for "ball on string" (basically.) Once I can play successfully with my balls on string then I'll move on to igniting them.

Where did the music go?

Anyway..  Last night I had an objective.  That objective was to tidy up my room (if only a bit) before I left for work today.  I've got three hours until I should start getting ready.  Hopefully I'll stop procrastinating soon.  Hopefully.

I found the music.  It was in my bag, but now it's in my head.  And it's great.

The 19-year-old-supervisor is up to her old hi-jinks.  I didn't get out of work until 12.20a last night.  It wasn't busy enough for me to get out that late.  She's a good kid, and I like working with her but her priorities are a little fucked up at times.  There's no need to start dismantling and cleaning the sauce pumps at 930p.  Even if she felt this was really necessary... fine, but let someone else actually clean them.  She's OCD-ish and is WAY to fucking thorough (and slow) about it. 

About 10 minutes after I realized that she wasn't going to kick it into high gear I got an unexpected drunk text from the Terrorist.  It gave me warm fuzzy's, which I haven't had in awhile, so that mellowed me out a bit and kept me from killing the 19-year-old-supervisor. 

I have cigarette/coffee mouth.  I haven't been smoking though.  That's weird.  Oh, I have smoked a bit of pot but would that actually give me "cigarette" mouth?  Weird.

Nathan is going to be here in 17 days.  YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I got home last night and the house was BEAUTIFUL!!!  A big ol' Kudos to Shaz for cleaning.  Granted it's an interesting cleaning method she uses, it still looks really good.  Speaking of cleaning.  I'm TOTALLY still procrastinating.  It's 11.30a.  I should go attack my room...

Maybe I'll get on that.  Or maybe I'll read my book.

Speaking of which...

This is my current read.

Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers

Mary Roach

It's AWESOME.  So far it's covered, medical research, auto-safety and gun safety.  A few different searches for the soul, decapitation, the legal definition of "death", grave robbing and a bunch of other shit.  It's hilarious if somewhat morbid.

Okay I'm off to be productive. 

Shaz cut my hair.  I have bangs now.  :-O  It looks good though.  I'll possibly post pictures at some point.

Last night when I ran out to do errands I grabbed a pair of comfy jeans.  I had yucky tummy so I wanted comfy jeans.  Then when I was at the Terrorists house I realized that my "comfy jeans" were in fact my "skinny jeans."  Ahhem... FUCKIN RIGHT!!!  That makes me happy.  So that means that my "normal jeans" are my "fat jeans" my skinny jeans are my "normal jeans" and my "who the fuck does she think she's kidding jeans" are now my "skinny jeans".  I've worn them once... by force because Lesley told me it was "for the cause" I think I almost passed out that day.

On the same vein...  I'm wearing a shirt I haven't worn since last summer.  I remember it because it was the shirt I was wearing the night I hooked up with Hotboy.  (I remember because it has a weird bottom to it and I mentioned it that night and he said he liked it and I remember thinking it was really nice of him to attempt flattery even though I was pretty much a sure thing... yes I have issues taking compliments... inwardly at least.  Outwardly I've learned to just smile and say thanks.)

Oh well... it's getting late.  I need to go do my make up then drop off Shaz then go pick up the T.

Woot!

Ps.  There's a group of people who are translating the bible into Lolzspeak.  (I think thats what it's called.)  Either way... it's crazy.  I'll add links later.

I accomplished most of my To-Do's for yesterday.  And I'm in a great mood.  (One having nothing to do with the other... at least I don't think...)

Go me!

Granted, half of them were done this morning because I forgot my freaking wallet at home and I couldn't deposit my check without it.  Ugh.  Oh well. 

New To-Do's for Today!

1. Oil Shoes!
2. Shower
3. Watch the Piano Teacher
4. Put laundry away.
5. Bribe Shaz into cutting my hair.  Hmmm How short do I want to go?
6. Ice Cream?

Okay... time to get cracking on that list.  :-)

Happy Hump Day Ya'll!!!

Let me just say that smoking a bowl with a box of matches isn't as appealing as one might think.

I really need to do something about my laziness.  I'm too lazy to get up and go get a lighter so I'm using matches. 

Chris just got home.  He's been staying at the Ogres a lot lately.  Haven't seen him in a few days actually which normally isn't that big of a deal because I'm at the T's house and we just miss each other in passing, but I've been home the past day or two.  Anyway... according to his myspace profile he's "In a Relationship"  which means things with the Ogre are getting serious.  Good for him!  I have my reservations about it but I'll keep my mouth shut. I wanted to remain sober so I could talk to him about whats going on without being baked because my brain can't function enough to have serious conversations while on the pot.  He got here.  We had our conversation, it didn't exactly go the way I wanted it too but I guess that's okay.  He's looking for a place with the Ogre.  (Can I call it? or can I call it?!)  Anyway, hopefully they'll find a place soon.  I can't handle 4 people living in a 2 bedroom.  I hate overly crowded apartments.  This is why I haven't lived* with more than one person since I was 21.  Shaz is staying here for the month.  If she makes it that long.  I think Lesley might kick her out before then.  She's pay rent, which is cool.  But it worries me because she's not the most respectful girl in the world.  I worry that shit with go missing or things will get broken with her around. 

The point that I was getting to is that the conversation has been had and now I get to smoke.  Got to smoke.  Have smoked.   Whatever. 

Matches suck.

The Terrorist starts working at the airport tomorrow.  That's weird.  The Terrorist is working at the airport. I thought the goal was to keep Terrorist's out of the airports.  What's even better?  He's going to be working in the secured section.  It's awesome how easily he got the job.  A friend of his works at the same place and put in a good word and boom! he was in.  He also got a schedule which fit exactly what he needed.  Granted, I kind of think it sucks because it involves him getting out of work an hour before I go into work, which means I probably wont see him again... ever.  I can't say I like that but it works wonderfully for what he needs and me whining wouldn't fix anything so what's the point?  Oh well, I'm sure it'll work out.

I think I need to go to bed.  It's 3am and I need to get up early tomorrow to clean.  And deposit my check.  And pay rent.  And possibly go get my mail.  Maybe pho.  Definitely need to clean. 

Oh my goodness.  I have a huge thing on the back of my head.  It's gross.  Lesley had one on her head.  My coworkers seem to think it's a bug bite.  It can't be though, it's huge!!

Now I'm really going to bed.

* By "lived" I mean payed rent at a place.