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[15 May 2009|05:39am] |
someone broke into my dad's house, stole money, trashed the place, and sprayed my dogs with a fire extinguisher.
THANKS.
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[09 Dec 2008|04:57pm] |
you're not breaking down any walls by maintaining a job. i'm not breaking down any walls by being a hair dresser.
but you better believe that my shitty 10.50 an hour job pays my rent, phone, gas, electric and SCHOOL, and my shitty bar job pays for my food.
no thanks to you, mom and dad, you broke mother fuckers.
is that a barrier broken? no. i'm not special for it. am i proud that i haven't killed myself or anyone else? i'd like to think so, but no, i'm just having responsibilities and doing what i have to do to get by.
i don't think its appropriate to pat ones self on the back for doing day to day activities that everyone must do to get by.
do it with no questions asked. not depending on my parents, a dude, my roommates, my friends for anything. everything i have is mine. everything i want i will have.
dudes suck, bitches suck, white people suck, black people suck, they all suck. get a job.
1:40 mark:
So if you look good with a big ol' butt
live in yo' own crib and make yo own bucks
Hit me up, Tre+ dot com
and tell me where you from
you should watch that anyway cause it rules.
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[27 Jul 2008|03:19am] |
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[27 Jul 2008|01:09am] |
i don't know what happened, but larry's hind legs stopped working. my dad called to tell me this tuesday mornign while i was saying goodbye to oliver. it made me cry even more. chalking it up as a pinched nerve, i went on with my day. upon research of the symptoms, lyme disease popped up as a possibility. my dad caved in and took larry to the vet and they didn't find lyme disease, put him on a steroid and sent him on his way. not without first offering a $2500 MRI. now its saturday and although he is more lively and eating and drinking, he still has no function of his back legs. his tail doesn't wag, he doesn't jump, he can't feel anything so he is peeing everywhere and shitting and not knowing it. its terrible to witness because he still tries to run around and hes just dragging his back legs and they are getting raw and scraped up. i don't know what to do. i don't want to put him down, i love him and he is still so alive and full of energy. he doesn't seem to be suffering, i dont know. i dont know.
one thing after another. its not fair for larry to go through this, he never did anything to anyone or anything. me? foot disease, fine. i've been on some bullshit in my life.. i probably deserve an ailment or two. but larry is the most lovable dog ever. i can't bear to put him down when he is not suffering. i can;t stop crying and i can't figure this one out.
help?
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[25 Jul 2008|03:06pm] |
larrys back legs stopped working.
medical bills are expensive.
my apt is cool.
my life is busy.
ftw miss you
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| this is an entry about timing: |
[18 Jul 2008|02:41pm] |
harris and harris collection agency just called me looking for the $1050.40 that i owe the gas company.
"red flag".
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[18 Jul 2008|12:40pm] |
i just got my check.
i will have to skip tuition (again).
$200 for less than a half month of rent. $96 phone bill (oops @ overage charges). $6.70 per day for transportation.
that leaves me with less than $8 a day. food and otherwise. just food.
fine.
i'm going to do it. it dosen't make sense to work this much and be this busy and have nothing to show for it. but it will. someday.
someday.
i'm selling my (sort of working) ipod on craigslist to some unsuspecting white person for the second time in my life.
big ups.
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[15 Jul 2008|11:59am] |
hey i'm not pregnant, i was just thinking about if i was...
i don't even have sex anymore. jeez.
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[15 Jul 2008|10:37am] |
i'm having a hard time keeping in touch with my dad and sister.
this is the first week where i've had my suicide schedule. haven't had a day off since monday. its okay. itll be okay. having 16 hour days makes 8 hour days seem like a short hang out.
i'm moving in with jeannie. i just haven't had time to do it. i have a doctors appt tomorrow so im going to try to bring my bed back to the city with me.
i wanted to buy this awesome 50s looking dresser to put in front of my chair, but its like $150 and i cant justify that right now.
i'll happen upon something, i always do.
i really have nothing going on. i have no time to think about emotions or feelings or anything. its good for now.
i was thinking about alternative medicine. kind of. i read all sorts of things about treating eczema at home and such. this led me to various websites about treating all sorts of things without going to a doctor.
i started thinking about whether or not i'm pregnant, and if i am, whether or not i could perform my own abortion.
obviously this is looked down upon and has a negative rap, back alley abortion and coat hangers and such... i feel like that is because it was done out of desperation and unintelligence and ignorance.
i feel like if i did enough research, i could figure out how to get unpregnant on my own terms. i gues you could look at miscarriage studies and work backwards.
in any case, if i'm pro choice (which i am) and i'm anti doctor (which i'd like to be), i think it would be cool to figure out how to do that on my own.
or, it would be completely weird. i can't tell if its weird to talk about... but its something i've thought about, so i don't know why i'd hide it.
boooring.
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| something questionable. |
[11 Jul 2008|02:22pm] |
i've quit washing my hair.
i still wet it in the shower... i just haven't shampooed it. i keep getting compliments on it, but it feels sort of gross, also it kind of sticks where i put it. i'm gross.
in other news, my foot is getting better. this shit i'm on is working. its also making the rest of my skin silky smooth. you should touch me if you have a chance, i feel great.
i kind of dropped the ball on getting proper documentation for school so i got a phone call at work today saying if i don't do so i will be terminated. i've been scrambling around to make my case. it'll work out. it always does.
the girl that is 23 and marrying a 37 yr old at the shedd aquarium that i work with has three weeks off before and after her wedding. she already lives with him. i don't have a single day off from now until the time oliver moves to LA. people are funny with what they "need".
i'm moving in with jeannie around the corner from the congress in the next coming weeks. i'll have a porch with a couch already on it. come over at night.
love life.
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[08 Jul 2008|12:46am] |
9 times out of 10, if i attempt to spell someone's name for the first time, i am correct.
10 times of of 10 i want to spell it incorrectly on purpose, just to knock them down a notch... but then they wouldn't know that i knew how to spell it in the first place and i want them to know that i know how to spell their name, i just will spell it however i want.
the above is 100% true, but i assume its completely representative of my entire life. metaphor, metaphor.
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[03 Jul 2008|12:51am] |
also i just took part in a poll asking which 2*sweet member i (presumably) like the most.
i hate myself.
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[02 Jul 2008|11:16pm] |
i want to tell you about some good things and some bad things.
firstly,
i stole acquired with later permission, a 16G ipod touch. if you're familiar with old me, you know that i sold my ipod a few years back to pay rent on craigslist.org, a user powered website where you can find electronics like ipods, and also someone to blow you last minute... NSA.
in any case, oliver doesnt have any music on his computer and i fell off the downloading game about 4 years ago.
so, if you have music that i might like (which includes leeway, cro-mags, patsy cline, smokey robinson, 2*sweet (summer sweetness, not this new danzig shit) anthrax, and johnny cash) let me know because i will come over and talk a lot of shit and do a lot of downloading.
rules... very radical thing to happen upon.
another good thing is that my right foot is almost completely healed.
the bad thing is that my left foot is on some bullshit and doing the exact same thing my right did.
so dealing with that is some fucking bullshit. i'm way more aggressive with it now though, because i dont give a fuck. i had oliver sharpen a sewing needle so that i can stab blisters and squeeze this smily bullshit out of my foot.
im still very grossed out, but i don't have time for this sissy shit.
also, i can't afford to miss anymore work.
so, regardless of this disgusting bullshit on my foot, i will make appointments all day for rich white women.
which leads me to my next topic...
PREDNISONE.
which is what i am currently taking in large amounts for my trench foot.
check out this fabulous list of side effects:
Major
weight gain
facial swelling
depression, mania, or other psychiatric symptoms
unusual fatigue or weakness
mental confusion / indecisiveness
blurred vision
abdominal pain
peptic ulcer
infections
painful hips or shoulders
osteoporosis
insomnia
severe joint pain
cataracts
osteonecrosis
anxiety
black, tarry stools
stomach pain or bloating
severe swelling
mouth sores or dry mouth
Minor
stretch marks
nervousness
acne
rash
increased appetite
hyperactivity
frequent urination
diarrhea
removes intestinal flora
SINCE WHEN ARE STRETCH MARKS A MINOR EFFECT?
also im freaking out. i feel like my heart is going a million miles a minute, anything anyone says, i want to stab them, and i can't stop eating.
also, my poop is weird, but htat might be power of suggestion....
in any case, im a total fuckign spaz and i cant walk so i cant stomp around and be a spaz, i just have to type really fast and get itchy and all cracked out and fight everyone.
miss you miss you holla back! i dont care about anything? can't you tell by my use of slang?
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[01 Jul 2008|01:23pm] |
i am eating
a mediterranean veggie sandwich, no feta.
a silly side salad.
dr. pepper.
the problem with this is that these flare-ups don't happen instantly.
i will never know.
vegan warrior (not by choice).
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| july first |
[01 Jul 2008|09:53am] |
i took benadryl last night and passed out.
this morning, i woke up late, raced to the train, got to work on time.
i'm drinking peppermint tea. i think its organic. radical. i put sugar in it because i am 12.
the bottoms of my feet are itching really badly, in a weird inside way. so its kind of pointless to put any medicine greasy shit on it, because its not on the outer layer of skin.
anyway, i thought it was getting better, and it was.. but its getting bad again and i am getting frustrated. i'm at work. i have no shoes on. im exhausted and i just want to go back to sleep and forget about my feet itching and swelling up. kill me kill me kill me.
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[30 Jun 2008|09:15pm] |
i started getting really itchy today, oliver suggested i keep track of everything i've eaten, to see if that has something to do with it.
fine.
today i ate at earwax... by myself. because i went to art and science evanston to work at 830am, only to realize i was not on the schedule for 830 in evanston, i was on for 11am in wicker park. fuck me.
so i made it back to wicker park, sat at earwax, ate that goofy granola bake. granola, peaches? blueberries, too much sugar and a side of yogurt. yogurt. dairy. hm, what an idiot.
i also drank an espresso shake. now aware of dairy intake, i opted for soy ice cream. delicious. p.s. they were out of vanilla, it was made with chocolate ice cream instead, i added bananas. bananas, espresso, soymilk/ice cream. yum.
then i went to kumas. i ordered the melvins. with mozzarella. cheese. dairy. god dammit. kill me.
anyway... its not my feet, its my upper arms and my scalp. i took a shower to see if it would help. it hasnt.
its becoming more and more feasible that this is a food allergy... a dairy allergy....
animal liberation?
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| day 3... haven't shaved in weeks... |
[23 Jun 2008|08:44pm] |
so today is the third day i haven't left the house.
i just got over having a mini emotional break down that i'd like to share with you.
i fell asleep last night (this morning) at about 8 o'clock in the morning. i spent my sleepless night reorganizing and adding to my already over-abundant myspace picture collection (check it out, leave some comment luv q-ties!!!!). i've looked for every on sale pair of jeffrey campbell shoes i could find. this will tie into how i got over my emotional melt down, more on that later.
i, again, bid on things on ebay i surely don't need, or really want, for that matter. i've accidentally won one.
i bid $100 on an "XRATED SWATCH" with 7 days left, just to be a prick... also i secretly hoped i'd win, because i've always wanted one.
i texted people looking for any sort of attention. i talked anyone's ear off who accidentally listened.
i tossed and turned. but i didn't sleep.
fine.
i fell asleep at 8 am, i woke up at one. i trekked, yes, trekked, into the living room. set up camp. cans of coke, laptop, phone, pillow to elevate my trench foot.
i called my dad. he agreed to come over for a bit. to assess the situation and to bring me unscented sensitive skin soap and lotion. and a new loofah. he swears i need a new loofah. i don't. i told him if he's going to get me one, it has to be some sort of hard color, like black. yelling the word "loofah" is hilarious.
if you find loofah's even half as funny as i do, you should check out the loofah setup debbie has. holy shit.
i ordered sticky rice. it was a total bust. i hate eating alone. i hate eating food alone that you know is supposed to be awesome but it just is whatever.
i found my 15 year old cousins "new album" on myspace. it is entitled "smoke session" and it is all pictures of her hitting a bong. hey, chalk another one up, ya know?
i dealt with some personal relationship (or lack thereof) issues. not well, by any means. and then i decided to take a shower.
this is dramatic. i can't walk. the bottom of my foot is so fucked up and disgusting. i can't stand. fuck taking a shower on one foot, for real. i nearly fell. all the shit i've been reading says "lukewarm" water. gross. freezing ass shower fuck me.
i remember when my showers were just a vehicle to wash and take care of my hair. i want that back.
anyway, after this dramatic shower i got out. i "pat" dry just like the fucking internet says, and i sat down to tackle the worst part... applying a million different lotions and creams to myself.
i've never had a weak stomach. i'd like to think that i'm rarely grossed out and pretty much down for whatever.
it is a very interesting feeling to touch something on your own person and want to throw up.
there are giant welts on the bottom of my foot. and every time i ran my fingers over them to apply this shit that isn't even working, i wanted to vomit. legitimately. it came down to me not knowing if i was in the worst pain of my life, or if i was so disgusted that it hurt. that is not a joke at all. this went on for 10 minutes. me, choking back in the bathroom. sort of crying, but i'm not exactly sure why. etc.
you know, now that i think about it, this shit doesn't even matter. i'm already over it, so much that its hard to even write about. i will say this though, i started crying when i called oliver to see where he was and he went out to dinner without telling me he was even leaving, let alone he was eating. jesus. now that i think about that, i realize that i'm probably just going to get my fucking period soon. hey i might have a flesh eating disease, but at least i'm not totally preggers.
anyway, now i'm not sad anymore, i'm just fuckign pissed. and let em tell you about this fucking twat on ebay. sellign a pair of JEFFREY CAMPBELL "give" flats calling them some mother fucking juicy coutoure sexy flats, oh fuck you. and she says theyre new, shits all worn down and there's no fucking box. so i send this bitch a message, in a nice way. being like, "hey, are these new or used, and i've done some research and i think these are actually jeffrey campbell "give" shoes." but what i should have said was:
"i'll tell you right now, I KNOW THEYRE JEFFREY CAMPBELL and i can get them on 6pm for $33 brand new and youre selling these bogus ass used one for a starting bid of $39.99? fuck you"
because this bitch writes me back and says:
Dear briasalvador,
Hello,
No, these are new and are juicy couture, I;m not sure what they are called.
Thanks
- zzjey
I AM TELLING YOU WHAT THEY ARE CALLED AND YOU ARE AN IDIOT AND I HATE YOU.
i responded still, nicely:
"here look:
http://www.6pm.com/n/p/p/7324864/c/3.html
google jeffrey campbell "give" and this shoe comes up a million
times. plus, im mildly obsessed with jeffrey campbell.
anyway, the label on the heel of the shoe looks worn in your
pictures. it might be worth mentioning because they most
certainly look used. especially with no box or anything. i'm just
asking because i'm interested in purchasing them if theyre used.
but not for $40, when they're available for $34 brand new, with
a box and all.
- briasalvador"
oh fuck this bitch, i was thinking 10 minutes ago that if she lowers that price, ill scoop them up but i don't even like the mother fucking shoes, because what i really want are some jeffrey campbell "pliets" and i need to stop settling for 2nd best. now that's a fucking metaphor for my whole life, or some shit.
FTW
H8 LIFE
MISS YOU.
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[22 Jun 2008|03:24pm] |
the only time ive been standing up is to use the washroom, but i'm in a world of hurt so i've been putting that off as much as possible.
it's frustrating to have an ailment that has no definite... not even definite... just a suggestion of a time when it will be over...
you have a broken leg, you have a cast for x amount of weeks... its sucks for the time, but you know itll be over, and you have a vague idea of when.
not with this shit. no sir. its just a debilitating skin condition with no end in sight.
every breath i take tightens up the skin all over my body ever so slightly setting back whatever healing my body has achieved that much. i am frustrated.
i keep bidding on things i dont really want or need on ebay out of sheer boredom. ive been doing anything to take my mind of of the extreme discomfort i'm in.
this is three months now. it comes and it goes and i deal, but its never been this bad and its never made me turn down a trip to chicken run.
ive been reading all sorts of websites, eczema case studies.
common triggers are:
dust mites
pets
cold weather
hot weather
citrus fruit
raw meat
milk
eggs
cheese
certain types of alcohols, specifically grain derived.. isnt that everything?
any fabric other than 100% cotton
soaps with fragrance or dyes
cosmetics with " "
hair products with " "
oh, and my favorite... STRESS.
great. what the fuck am i supposed to eat/wear/use at work/drink/do with my fucking life?
i should just put myself in a fucking bubble.
im just so frustrated. and "stressed" so its only getting worse.
im scheduled to work tomorrow 1130-5. i called in ahead of time.
i'm also scheduled for work and school tuesday through friday. i have to let this heal but i can't afford to take time off.
stress.
i'm just so upset about it. there's nothing i can do. i don't know when it will be over. hate hate hate.
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[21 Jun 2008|02:28pm] |
i have eczema. all my life i've had it inside my elbows and behind my knees. sometimes if i wear my watch, i get it on my left wrist. fine.
a fews months ago, i developed what i thought was athlete's foot. treating it as such for weeks only made it a million times worse and i was forced to take time off from school and work. having no insurance, i never went to the doctor for it.
i finally buckled and went to the michigan avenue immediate care facility, and for $90, i found out that what i had was not athlete's foot, but actually eczema. fantastic. i already have eczema. i'll just deal with that like i've dealt with it all my life.
not true. having a constant rash on your fucking toes is the worst thing in the world. always being aware of how fucking itchy and uncomfortable you are is terrible.
last night, it engulfed my entire foot. the entire bottom and top of my right foot is an itchy slimy bumpy mass of eczema bullshit.
again, i have taken off school, there's no way in hell i can stand on my feet for 8 hours, i can't even walk.
i feel terrible. i can't bend my toes, my skin is too tight. i can't stop wanting to scratch everything until i'm bleeding everywhere. i know form experience that this will solve nothing and only make it worse. i called my dad crying at 5 in the morning, cursing my mother because this is all her fault.
i will never have kids. i can't believe my mom didn't take into consideration that everyone on her side of the family has this awful bullshit. my mom used to have it on the tops of her feet and i always thought that sucked. well, now i do. and i fucking hate her. every step is a reminder of why my mother is a fucking bitch. 4 kids! why would you have so many god damn kids who are going to have this terrible skin disease. i guess my other sisters only have flare-ups sometimes. i always fucking have it. i always have some weirdy rash that everyone thinks its necessary to point out. 'oh my, what happened to your arm... you have a rash!' i know! you fucking idiot, i'm obviously aware of this giant patch of itchy bumpy red fucking skin. how could i ot already know about it, i hate you.
anyway. i stayed home from school. i'm stressed, which is only making it worse. and i want a fucking melvins burger from kuma's but i DONT WANT TO PUT ANY SHOES ON BECAUSE I'D RATHER DIE.
LIFE IS PAIN, BRO.
god whatever who fucking cares, it'll go away and i won't think about it anymore... but right now i just want to cut my fucking limbs off.
son of a bitch
p.s. i just called oliver a fag and then instantly starting choking on my own spit. karma's a bitch.
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[16 Jun 2008|09:07pm] |
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livejournal does this fucking thing where it automatically ims someone when i post a fucking entry? why is that even a good idea and how do i turn it off.
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[16 Jun 2008|08:53pm] |
my sister got jumped.
her car was wrecked.
my father's house was broken into and robbed.
the police did nothing.
thanks.
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[06 Jun 2008|12:47pm] |
at school there were two "clients" who were sitting in the waiting area.
two scumbag dudes who kept talking shit about girls butts when they walked by.
i had to walk between them countless times, their heads at vagina level. it was really uncomfortable because i could hear them talking about my ass every time. if i was uncomfortable, i could only imagine how the other girls in my class felt.
it got really frustrating, so instead of saying something to them, i just farted when i walked by them... they stopped talking shit.
but, i want you to know that i don't do that normally. it was just a spite thing. i thought it was really hilarious.
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[02 Jun 2008|02:51pm] |
yesterday, i sat on eric blum's roof for a spell. we decided to walk to kuma's. on the way, we were accosted by a small army of adorable 4 yr olds with filthy mouths. i picked one up. it is weird to pick up strange children. i understand why it is weird, but they're just so darn cute. in any case, there were a lot of high fives and middle fingers and spankings on the butt. from child to adult. not vice versa. where are these kids parents? these kids are still across the street as i write this, and i want to go hang out with them. i bet its weird though.
sucks.
ask me about the dreams i've been having lately.
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| fancy things |
[05 May 2008|05:52pm] |
i shaved my legs for once.
i think its really funny that i always miss a section and it just kind of ruins the whole thing.
today is gabriel's birthday and if you know him, or if you don't, come over and eat something cooked on a grill outside.
773.600.3147
2637 n sacramento.
we dragged the ping pong table outside and theres no wind at all really so its radical, dude.
i don't know how to clean anything or i am really lazy.
keep the windows open and listen to biggie smalls.
p.s. i'm sick of a-line bobs.
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[03 May 2008|04:34am] |
everybody has problems. they are not attractive. you know what else everyone has? assholes. if everyone has something, then it is no longer attractive. i don't know anyone who has a thing for assholes. ugly, shitty assholes and problems. no good.
sometimes things suck. but they always get better. always. what bothers you now will not bother you this time next year. so keep a realistic, positive attitude. but don't go overboard with it, because an overly positive attitude is just as awful as problems...
your problems are temporary and your asshole is ugly. these are life truths.
i feel great.
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| i had a birthday |
[02 May 2008|06:52pm] |
wednesday i turned 23. i remember wanting to be done having kids by the time i was 25. i think this is a result of growing up in a family where everyone's pregnant by 19.
no babies, yet.
this birthday was one of my better ones. i had no expectations, i didn't particularly care who showed up or said happy birthday or what happened. but the results were surprising.
monday my father, oliver and gabe went to bacchnalia on oakley and 23rd. everything was delicious and perfect. everyone know my dad and i when we walked in and i wore heels like an adult. i'm an adult.
my dad got me a salon chair for my birthday. it pumps up really high, perfect for me. and it has wooden arm rests, its very nice. i'm impressed. oliver offered to have my bike repainted for me, which i will take him up on and got me a fancy pillow which makes sleeping so much more fun. matt brought me a nintendo ds to replace the one my sisters friends stole.
i invited people to come out to two way. a bunch of people showed up, i had a key lime pie. everything was great. i had a great birthday.
except now i have this really disgusting infection in the toes on my right foot. its seriously gnarly. my toes are super swollen and i cant put shoes on. gross! who cares though? this birthday was great. i feel good about where i'm at. who my friends are and what's important to me.
thanks!
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[28 Apr 2008|03:26am] |
oliver and i made curly fries in the oven.
to make it interesting, i added red hot hot sauce to ketchup.
this sparked a "ketchup-off" and oliver added worcsteshire sauce to it, as well as a few other things.
it tasted just like A1.
needless to say, im pissed that i've been tricked into liking ketchup on steak all my life.
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| desperate times call for hilarious measures: |
[24 Mar 2008|12:18am] |
so, if you haven't heard, debbie needs $1100 to get legit and open design dance.
diamonds gentlemen's club has amateur nights on wednesdays: the prize is $1000. the winner is chosen based on applause so in theory its possible to have enough friend in the place to yell loud enough and the dancer wouldn't have to do anything questionable. just a theory.. i'd do it. let me know if you'd come out. haha.
if that doesnt pan out, i've written (sloppily) a short blurb about how strongly i feel about this project and also about how i will be contributing to my good friends dream realization... it seems absolutely ridiculous to know exactly what you want and to have a bullshit number stand in your way.
how many of you know exactly what you want? none-ish, i assume. debbie does. let's pull together and help her.
read below. come out on sunday. help a friend and help better an art form you thought you'd never have anything to do with:
"A short story for clarity and maybe inspiration:
As you probably know, Debbie Giunta is opening a dance studio at 4710 N Damen, chicago 60625. This has officially been in the works for about a year now, but the idea has been with Debbie since she was a young child.
Now, I’ve heard many stories about people having big dreams of what they want to do when they “grow up”, but Debbie is the first person to be able to cite a specific point in time when she decided her life goal.
I’m not a dancer, but going off of what I’ve learned from Debbie, dancing in a state of limbo and uncertainty. It is fair to say that dance is a form of art. In any art class as a child, you are taught basic principles and theory about color, design, shape, etc. The same can be said for dance. The difference is, that in any other art form, you are taught the basics and then expected to apply this knowledge and create your own art. In dance, you are forever being “choreographed” by an instructor. Dance becomes an obligation and loses sight of being the art form it should be.
The above is the inspiration for Design Dance. Tentatively located at 4710 N. Damen, Chicago IL, Design Dance is an original, unique studio which will focus not only on technique and execution, but more so on the ability to create. Students will be strongly encouraged to utilize the skills they’ve acquired to create their own dance and to put the knowledge they’ve accumulated and use it to express themselves.
Debbie is striving to reclaim dance as an art form for all ages, and is using her studio to do so.
She is so close to realizing her dream. How many people can you honestly say that about? This is exactly what she wants to do and she has come so far and accomplished so many things on the road to opening this studio.
She has signed the lease and the studio is hers. The instructors are hired and everything is set. The only setback is to incorporate herself as a business owner and to legally begin to accept money for classes; she has legal fees of $1100.
If they aren’t paid in time, she will not be able to open the studio, she will not be able to accept money for her classes, and she will not be able to pay rent.
Debbie is just $1100 short of realizing her dream and opening her own studio.
This is where you come in:
In addition to the PayPal account set up for Design Dance, we well also be hosting a “cut-a-thon” this Sunday, March 30, 2008 at Debbie’s house.
I will be spending the day there with a makeshift stylist’s station giving haircuts all day. For a suggested donation of $15, you can do your part.
ALL proceeds will be put toward the legal fees to open the studio on time.
There will also be food, and a killer playlist, and snacking, and maybe cookies. This is a great opportunity to help out a legit cause, get your hair did, and hang out with some good people.
I can be reached at 773.600.3147 for further questions, or you can message me at briasalvador@gmail.com or on myspace at myspace.com/bria708.
This is something I feel very very strongly about, and, lets face it, you need a haircut anyway."
and here is the flyer i just made for this... this is also the first photoshop/flyer experience i've ever had:
so come on out. seriously. if not for a haircut, for a nice sunday with people you like to see and to help a dear friend who knows how to throw a severely decent, not-to-over-the-top themed party.
love,
bria
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[21 Mar 2008|06:52pm] |
i had the day off work today.
school was cancelled due to the weather.
i am so bored. i can't believe i don't know what to do now that i have some free time. i want to stab my eyes out.
lately i've felt more responsible and productive and rational than i've ever been
days like today i realized i haven't changed a bit, i've just been too busy to make bad decisions.
fuck it! let's hang out.
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[11 Mar 2008|08:22am] |
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i like grapefruit juice, but it kind of tastes like vomit.
on a related note, im trying to eat breakfast.
im tired and even taking a day or two off isnt helping at all.
whoa its 311 day, brah. gnarly.
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[29 Feb 2008|01:22am] |
okay, i'm going to lay in a queen size bed with a handmade quilt in an apartment with free heat.
tomorrow, ill wake up at six and curse my job and grumble obscenities because my toesies are chilly while im riding my $3000 bike.
and then ill get on the metra for $3.35 and sit in a padded seat on a heated train, only to get twice as pissed half way through when my t-mobile dash internet nerd phone that i didn't pay for's battery dies...
then ill be pissed that the blond with the stupid looking northface down boots is going down the stairs entirely too slowly in front of me.
and ill be so fucking annoyed with the drafty window by my desk and crank my nice personal space heater on high.
and ill just be so confused and stressed about which fast food chain to spend my money at during lunch.
then ill be so mad my lunch break is over and i have to answer this silly phone for $10 an hour.
and i will almost lose my mind having to deal with hair school bullshit.
and i'll get on the metra back home, or maybe one of my friends with a car will pick me up, either way i'll be fucking livid that i have to be back to school at 830 am.
and i'll come back to olivers queen size bed with free heat that i can turn up to 80 if i want...
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i am so thankful that i have these amazing and luxurious problems.
"first world"
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[25 Feb 2008|01:06am] |
this entry has nothing to do with mariah carey.
i'm tired. if you've talked to me in the past 4 months this is no surprise.
i haven't gotten sick lately... i don't know why... i think i'm too busy for that.
i feel like i have nothing going on. i tell people at school stories about work and i tell people at work stories about school and it just kind of goes back and forth and i try to tell oliver stories about both and i think they're getting really boring.
on the floor at work, the clients are mostly black women who want their hair washed and blowdried and flat ironed. this is fine. its good experience because a lot of the people working at art and science have their mind blown and shut down when a black person comes in. i'm not afraid of anything. most recently, i had a woman come in, and when she saw it was me who was going to do her hair, she looked me up and down and gave me the filthiest look ever. this is not uncommon. many times they don't think beauty school white girls can get their hair straight.
i sat her down and she said, "i haven't washed my hair in three weeks and i don't like to comb it, ever"
i replied with, "i know."
we didn't say anything for the rest of the time and she sat in the chair staring at me in the mirror judging my every move. i did the back first so she couldnt see it, and did the front with her not facing the mirror just to fuck with her. haha. when i turned to reveal my work she was throughly impressed and cracked a smile and was like, "ooh girl i didn't think you'd be able to tame this mess cause i been here a few times and these blond girls dont have a clue what theyre doing, but you can handle that brush i tell ya" haha. she tipped me $10 on a $25 service and she made another appointment for three weeks. success.
the girls at school are whatever. we're on the floor so we're not all stuck in the same room listening to eachothers bullshit all day, but they still get to me sometimes. its really hard for me to respect any of these 18 year old idiots who came to pivot point right out of high school and think they know everything. their dads pay their tuition and they're not going part time because they have a job during the day, they just don't like getting up early and blah blah blah.
they all tease their hair and use hair spray.. who fucking uses hairspray anyway? and have chunks of pink in blond hair or purple in dark hair and an stacked short haircut and christ its so hard to not get upset. on the other hand some have very endearing qualities and it seems that if i come to like one, i find out they have a day job and their mother is only 37 and they live off the red line etc.
i ate white castle today. i really love jalapeno cheeseburgers. eugene needs a haircut. id like to see my dad. ive been having dreams that seem amazing but when i wake up i realize theyre nightmares. jill moved back to texas. i havent seen jeannie in a minute. i haven't had any disasters with haircuts yet. i'm doing well.
how are you?
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[24 Feb 2008|02:27pm] |
i'm pretty frustrated/concerned with how little people know about grammar and spelling.
still in hairschool, still cutting hair. its going really well. come on in!
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| shorty. |
[31 Jan 2008|01:06am] |
i think its important you know that the man, a complete stranger to me, pictured below said,
"i am going to shove my dick in that gap in your teeth"
to me this morning on the train.
he was also listening to evanescence.
none of the above is a lie.
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| suburbs |
[29 Jan 2008|11:21pm] |
im at my dads house, in my bed, on my phone. he hasnt worked in forever so he has no money so the heats turned low. very low. i havent taken any clothes off to go to sleep. my sister is in her room and we keep blowing fuses with our space heaters. if this were the old days wed sleep in the same bed with one heater. today, however, she has her new boyfriend type thing, john, over. hes a 23 yr old black guy with no job. anyway, hes in my spot. the wind is so strong i can hear the plaster in the walls crumble. ive had to take an old sweater and shove it in the holes next to my bed that ive made over the years, with my fist, mostly. the big one is from my head. teen angst, what can i say? my bedroom smells like a thrift store. rightfully so, as most ofmy clothing has at some point been owned by someone else. the walls are bare and the worst shade of white beige pink ever. its messy and dusty and only parts of the cold linoleum floor are visible through the piles of bullshit i cant bring myself t get rid of. the only room is the ring of emptiness around the heater, just enough to avoid a fire. a lot of boxes from 4 moves in 2 years and three relationships that i swore would last forever. mismatched dressers and an ikea bed. i can hear the tv downstairs, my dad has fallen asleep watching law & order. its cold and the wind is louder than i can ever remember it being. im amazed that the house isn't budging against it.
i guess im just growing up, finding it interesting that all this used to feel normal and routine before. now its foreign and sad and at some weird level, hilarious.
goodnight.
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[27 Jan 2008|03:05pm] |
oh man
i still have no social life. i've been working a lot and learning a lot but for some reason i still don't have enough hours to qualify for insurance, so i've been dropped from that.
so if i don't have insurance and i'm officially part time i dropped my hours down to 20-25 per week.
that means i'll have another day i get to sleep in, which rules. the pay cut sucks but who cares? i barely make tuition payments anyway, i'll just have to not eat lunch sometimes, whatever.
i let my lips get super chapped and then rode my bike and it was freezing and i developed a gigantor cold sore. it made my upper lip swell to twice the size of my bottom lip and i look like a giant idiot!
i got some pills and some vitamins and some weird potions and creams and things and hopefully it'll go away before i see anyone i know. woof. i always get this shit, it sucks. thanks mom.
other than that everything is going relatively well, i start on the clinic floor at school soon so i'm going to need people to come in and let me cut their hair.
i already cut eugene's and didnt mess it up. as well as olivers, matt's brothers,gabes, jeffs, my mothers, fathers, my sister and a few others. i kind of rule at cutting hair so you dont have to worry, you'll leave pivot point international academy looking A+ number 1.
miss you!
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[13 Jan 2008|02:27pm] |
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fuck it, ya know?
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[05 Jan 2008|03:28pm] |
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ughhh hair school kill me
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[03 Jan 2008|04:22pm] |
i feel bad that i fell off with my friends and that i had to find out from dave cronins livejournal on my sidekick on the floor of my bedroom at 2847 w armitage.
frantically calling eric and isabel and demanding details hoping and praying that it was an elaborate joke.
no offense dave cronin, i hate saying r.i.p. on the internet.
remembering sitting at erics feeling weird about the company, weird about the loss, weird that all the fucking signs were right there and there was nothing any of us could do.
guilty.
what the fuck.
i wore my shirt today. i listened to anthrax. i hid in the bathroom and cried and smoked stupid cigarettes and thought about what i could have done. nothing, really. i'll just carry on worrying about my own stupid fucking problems while people i love endure pain so overwhelming they have to take their own lives. i'm so sorry.
always in our hearts. yeah, that's fair... i'd love to see you again.
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[01 Jan 2008|01:01am] |
i feel like i had a good year.
but, as i watched 12:00am hit on my ex roommates laptop while listening to saves the day by myself in his apartment while he was out partying, i couldnt help but cry a little... or a lot. merely details. what a wreck.
this was a rough new year. my dad's picking me up and im going to my house in the suburbs and going straight to bed.
i think this will be good for me in the long run... ya gotta learn sometime that you never have anyone but yourself, ya know? besides, the situation i'm in is a situation i most definitely put myself into.
i'm sure life is hard for you, too.
happy new year, friends!
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[26 Dec 2007|06:09am] |
maybe we should spend new years together? id love to be with people who knew me when i exclusively wore flared jeans and an oversized figure four hoodie and flat ironed black no. 1 three ft long hair.
woof.
ive been having vivid dreams about our friend. its that time of year.
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| end of the year |
[21 Dec 2007|11:22am] |
this year has been one of my better, to be honest.
beside that rocky start with losing dave, of course... i can't believe its been a year. i miss him terribly, and i can never find the right words to describe him to people who didn't know him and i don't feel like i do him justice.
school is going amazingly well. besides my mini breakdown in class the other day...
i feel kind of stupid, i had been working for 10 days straight and going to school as well for the better part of those as well and i was just at the end of my rope on thursday.
i don't know, i'm over it.
work is okay, i started shampooing and blowdrying if they need extra help which is good because is a few extra dollars in tips. moneys really tight still.
generally though, i feel really good about where im going, i have my amazing job lined up, im good at what i do and i think its going to be okay.. im hoping this next year will be as productive for me as the last was.
yeah. things are good. miss you.
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[30 Nov 2007|10:57pm] |
hey lj.
i had 5 days off for thanksgiving, i went to ditkas for a thanksgiving buffet, it was epic.
i had a mental breakdown in all my idleness.
oliver broke up with me.
i live at home, i have no money.
i have some friends and some habits ive picked up and im leveling out.
im busy busy.
miss you!
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[18 Nov 2007|08:01pm] |
oh AND i didnt tell you that my car was only running on TWO cylinders because one was disconnected and the other was corroded and my arm thing that pump pistons or what ever were cracked in half and my battery is just about dead... WHAT A MESS!
also, i bought 4 really great skirts from family thrift for $7
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| this week |
[18 Nov 2007|07:37pm] |
my schedules finally gotten to me and i got fired from my job. luckily, 10 minutes later i was rehired and all is well.
apparently im really cranky all the time, because not only did i nearly get fired from art and science but i almost got fired from oliver because he think im a real bitch and doesnt like that we fight all the time and i only see him from 11pm til 7am and im sleeping for the better part of that.
also he feels used because i crash at his house all the time and i have a shit ton of hair products in his bathroom and i make a total mess wherever i go.
blah blah blah.
in other news, saturdays i'm to be at school at 830. if you are late you have to go home. bullllshit. however they give you a certain number of chances to be late before they enforce that rule. i've already used one chance on accidentally forgetting to clock in because they were having open house and had a table full of food and i was too busy stuffing my face. so, i was there, but i hadnt clocked in and so i had to use a late pass. BOGUS
THEN
yesterday, i had the alarm set for 630am, and oliver came home late and when it went off at 630, he hit snooze until 8am! what a fucking twat. anyway i raced out, and i got my car up to 90 on 94!
which doesnt sound like a big deal but my car is a giant piece of shit and i can't believe it can even go that fast.
well apparently it cant because as soon as i got off the expy at dempster the fucking thing died. and it continued to die at every fuckign stop light until i got a block away from school. i even ran like three red lights because i was not about to use another fucking late pass for this bullshit.
anyway it finally died and wouldnt restart a half block away from the garage and i was screaming and yelling and really pissed off and i pushed the fucking car into the garage. its below ground so i got to the decline and coasted into the garage and then i parked in a fucking illegal spot so i had to physically and literally pull the car out of the spot and shoved it into a sort of legal spot, a meter, which i was not about to put any money in because fuck that and RAN, like, BOLTED to class. i ran right to the clock and punched it...
8:32!!!! i had to use a fucking late pass.
i got into the class room and fell on the floor and cried for like 3 minutes which was fucking embarrassing and then my teacher took me into an empty classroom and calmed me down and shes amazing.
god what a fucking trainwreck.
THEN i got into a verbal altercation with a woman and the little italian coffee shop across the street from school. there was a long line and if i stood in the line i would be putting my ass in these people faces who were sitting down enjoying their lattes so i scooted aroudn them and stoof off the the side, admittedly, i looed like i was trying to cut. when the line started to move, i put my hand out and said, "you were waiting in line?" to this woman beside me and she snapped back, "YEAH, I WAS". I WAS FUCKIGN LIVID
I SAID, "well, i didnt was to put my FAT ASS in these peoples faces but apparently you have no problem doing that, go ahead in line, (i muttered cunt under my breath)"
she was like, "oh thats real nice bitch"
and i was like, whatever, youre wearing a black stretchy tshirt and black flared stretch pants which are too fuckign short on you and your white socks are too big and your ugly lower east side clogs are gross and your ass is flabby and i can see your underwear line and your flabby squishy butt is oozing out of your presumably gross modest underwear. you fuckign sloppy whore.
IN ADDITION TO THAT, SHE ALREADY HAD A CUP, and if i was actually cutting i could have defended myself by saying, HEY IDIOT BITCH, YOU ALREADY GOT YOUR FUCKING COFFEE.
CHRIST, i cant believe what a bitch she was. get off my back.
the lady that got in line behind me was adorable and older and we talked abou tthe farmers market. which is funny cause slopcunt mcnasty pants was still in front of us so im sure she heard me carrying on a nice conversation with the tolerant rational woman behind her. i cant believe how disgusting her ass was.
also i fucked up a simple graduated razor cut like a big idiot because i think uniform layers are way better and more fun.
blah blah blah.
miss you, love you,
bria
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