Heaven in Hard Times

Bought it.

Would've ordered it last night but I couldn't find the tape measure. Found it this morning when I was looking for the Bon Jovi sunglasses (thought they were right out on the table...hmmm).

(And yeah I'm just posting the picture here to do some more ogling. I like her.)

Montreal today! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!

*ahem*

I'm gonna spend all day making posters and doing laundry since I can't decide what to wear today and Friday. Tomorrow's all set - new jeans, white tank top, green zipper hoodie so if it rains I'm not fucked. If I could find the camera I'd get all concert-ed up and take a picture, but y'all are just gonna hafta wait.

I'm not leaving until like 6:30 tonight. Today is gonna be the longest day ever. But at least I'm not trying to fight through a blizzard like the last time I saw them (God, that was Hell...but worth it :D ).

I'll probably check in again before I leave. If I don't get too excited to function.

Stolen from madandy

Respond to this post and:

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5) I shall tell you my first or clearest memory of you.

6) I shall leave you a quote that is somehow appropriate to you.

7) I shall ask you something that I have always wondered about you.

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Just watched Pauly Shore is Dead. It was okay, nothing spectacular and probably not worth a rewatch. Two redeeming qualities:

1. Approximately 10 million cameos. Corey Feldman <3 Kato Kaelin <3 Other people who I heart less.

2. Tommy Lee had a prison boyfriend. Made me giggle.

The only thing that really kept me watching was "hey, who's gonna show up next?". As a movie, not a random parade of celebrities, big stinking meh.

Hey! A meme designed for people who crave recognition.

Step 1: Post this into your LJ.
Step 2: Others will reply anonymously about what they really think of you.

(Oh, I should probably turn anonymous commenting back on. Or something.)

Travel Plans: All Set

Hostel Reservations: Made

Money: Adequate

Ladies and gentleman, we have squeeage.

With a side of happy danceage.

Slightly over a week! Wheeeeeee and such.

I was flipping through my sister's Alloy catalogue earlier - usually an exercise in futility, as they assume only skinny people like to wear clothes. But I noticed they've upped their sizes when I was looking at a particularly cute pair of jeans.



I need new jeans. And those are ripped in exactly the right places.

But do I want to pay $42.50 + shipping for jeans I can't try on?

Hm. Lane Bryant charges $100 for ripped jeans. And those aren't ripped right.

I suppose it depends on if the parents will either pay for the jeans or if they're planning on giving me concert money so I can spend catsitting money on pants.

Hm.

They're effing cute, though.

Officially the funniest thing I have seen all day:

Bon Jovi named 'used in $37m fraud'

Seriously. Holy shit I can't stop laughing.

This might be my favorite part: "With his head bowed and dressed in a black jumper and tracksuit pants splattered with bits of concrete, Mr Sambora looked nothing like a rock star during his plea hearing."

Amazing.

I have Candy In Your Hands stuck in my head hardcore. I like it far too much considering it's really a terrible song. WHY do I keep listening to it? WHYYYYY?

My mom made me do my hair nice for my ID photo. Which is kind of dumb, because 90% of the time my hair looks like crap so really the photo should reflect how I'm likely to look if I ever use it.

It was kind of funny looking at my old ID - it's a year old. Since then, I've changed my hair color, gotten new glasses, and cut my hair way off. The old picture doesn't even look like me.

But I'm good to get over the border now. So yay!

A League of Their Own is on. Goddamn, my mom is so good at finding awesome movies on tv.

Things I have accomplished today:

- Put together what I hope is the final plan for Montreal. I need to run it by my parents, but I don't foresee any objections. If it is the final plan, that means all there is to do for the next 11 days is squee.

- Checked the mobile DMV schedule. They're here on Monday so I can renew my non-driver ID. Or renew my permit.

- Put myself on the wait list for a dorm at JWU. I do not want to live on campus, but it makes Mom feel better.

- Found listings for two ideal apartments. E-mailed Jonathan about being my roommate. Got my fingers crossed he'll say yes. We'd still need to find a third person if he says yes, but finding one between the two of us is easier than finding two by myself.

Later I'm going to catsit at my aunt's apartment for the weekend. An entire weekend with just a cat and me. And Vh1 Classic. And no family. Couldn't have come at a better time.

( From the Picture Meme )

I'll do another batch later if more people ask for stuff. This was fun :)

Just in case I haven't mentioned it today: I hate living at home.

Mom, do your housecleaning projects if that's what you want to do. But don't do them out of some sense of necessity, because you have lived with us for a long long time and you know none of us care. And especially don't do it out of your false sense of necessity and then get mad at the rest of us for daring to exist in the same room you're working in. Remember, if your husband hadn't broken my computer I wouldn't be in the kitchen. Stop yelling at me, stop bitching at the cats, and for the love of God chill out. You're on vacation.

July 12th can't come soon enough, I don't care if we don't have all our plans worked out yet. I need a couple nights away from home.

Actually, what I need is to move out. But I'll take what I can fucking get right now.

Q: Why is Hector so tired and disagreeable?
A: Because Hector has to stay up until six am to get a little fucking time to herself.

Note to David Bryan: Don't give any more interviews (unless they're to me. That would be okay). People obviously don't understand jokes, and anything that is not flat-out a "no" becomes a yes. I like it when you talk, but I much prefer it when Jon's the one getting misquoted.

Note to shitty news site: "Bon Jovi Dead at Wembley" is not an acceptable headline. Ever. Ever.