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When I'm looking at shoes online, I am essentially distracted from almost everything else. I'll even procrastinate going to the bathroom or eating for one more page. There's something about looking at shoes (or even clothes) that I'll never have that just monopolizes my attention. I could click through pages of shoes for hours.

On that note, I just wanted to link a pair of shoes that I think are absolutely gorgeous. That's a classy-ass pair of heels, if I do say so myself.

Wow, I totally do not write in this often enough. >>

Not much to say lately anyway. Just letting you all know I'm still alive! :D

I had the weirdest dream....

I was like... undead or something, but still very much human looking, and I was in this organization where I was ordered to look after this little blonde child star or somesuch.. and we were at a show (at the Jubilee Theatre to be exact) and this portly man comes up and starts sucking up to this little girl, and she's like, eating it all up, and after much eye-rolling on my part, he finally tells her he has to go, and to enjoy the show, and he says something to me along the same lines, but calls me "Miss Vampire Girl." Now in my dream, this REALLY offended me, because I muttered, "I'm not a vampire. But if I were, he would not still be standing..." I was pissed off enough that I had to stand up and leave, and send in one of my other coworkers while I walked it off.

Actually, pretty sure I was my death knight on Warcraft... =/

I've just started reading The Two Towers, and something came to mind. Legolas is just... so much more energetic in the books than in the movies. The Company has just went their separate ways, and Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli are all just entering Rohan in search of Merry and Pippin. They start running, but in my mind, all I can picture is: Aragorn, running like a normal man; Gimli, running in a waddling fashion with short legs; .....Legolas, leaping and prancing. I CAN'T STOP HIM FROM LEAPING. He's a ballerina, there is no doubt in my mind.

That's really all I had to say. >>

I still want a tattoo on my wrist. The idea really appeals to me.

Any ideas for simplistic, solid-lined designs? The priest symbol is a bust, too detailed for that area. I have begun thinking perhaps something LotR-esque would be suitable, or anything that expresses my inner geek, maybe Phoenix Wright-centric.

...Hm.

So, I went in this afternoon and I got my tragus pierced.

I am never getting another piercing by myself. D: And not because it was a bad experience, because it was actually a very satisfying one, I just get way too nervous. Someone's gotta be with me.

So basically, the guy that did it was awesome, he went through all the motions. He told me that my tragus is a little different than most because it has a little dip in it, so it has a bump near the top and then another at the bottom, so we went over placement preferences. He dotted it where he would normally pierce it (in the center), then let me take a look. I wasn't sure right away, so I asked to see the dot on the lower bump, because that was his other suggestion. I ended up going with the higher placement, and boy, am I happy I did. It sits JUST right in my ear, and it looks extremely good on me (not being conceited here, it really does look natural... or as natural as a foreign object in your body can be).

As for the pain, it was minimal. I actually didn't even register any pain because I was too wrapped up with the AWFUL CRUNCHING TEARING noise as the needle went through. It was that which did me in. He was fighting with the ball and I was sitting there, and I was literally trying not to vomit. I almost didn't have faith in myself to keep it down. I just wanted him to get the damn ball in place so I could ask if there was a bathroom, and I was sweating and shaking just a bit. He aked if I was feeling okay, and if I needed a glass of water. Of course I took the water, my mouth was as dry as the sahara, and I was insanely grateful for him asking (I'm not the type to voice my issues, and I was too busy taking deep breaths). As soon as he opened the door to the room we were in though, a burst of fresh air came in and wow, it bascially made me feel a hundred times better, and between that and the water, I was pretty much feeling right as rain, and was good to go once he got that stubborn ball in place.

And he said my tragus cartilige was actually softer than most. I can only imagine what I would have done if it weren't that easy. D:

Overall, I am happy with it, and I'm glad I went through with it.

Also, the staff liked my "I <heart> <gun> <zombie>" shirt. They told me to have fun shooting zombies as I left.

A question for the bookworms and such --

I've noticed this several times in older pieces of literature, where a name (usually of a place) is blanked out, as in it's written, for example, as "-------shire." It bothers me because it ruins the continuity of the sentence for me, but maybe it would bother me less if I knew exactly why this occurs. Any answers?

So, this needs to come here NAO.

My only complaint? Needs more Phoenix. However, the cravat blowing in the wind at the end ALMOST makes up for it.

Dear customers,

I would like to propose a list of drive-thru etiquette.

( Etiquette. Learn it. )

That about sums it up...

Two more specific shout-outs:

To the lady first thing in the morning,
Maybe it's because it WAS first thing in the morning, but you confused me when you ordered a medium 2s1c, an extra large half coffee/half hot chocolate and a small half coffee/half hot chocolate and then asked me which one the regular was.... First of all, you had no regular, and second... they were all different sizes. Sorry if my face looked like confusion when I pointed at the medium.

And to the man who had the crazy look in his eyes when picking out his donuts,
No, cinnamon rolls do not count as donuts. No, I will not give you cinnamon rolls in your box of a dozen donuts. No, not even if you say, "But I want them. I don't care if they're not donuts, I want THOSE." You obviously didn't want them badly enough because you didn't take long changing your mind/reverting your facial expression back from that of a 5-year old about to throw a tantrum when I told you I would have to charge you differently.

O HAI.

THE ROADS ARE BAD SO LET'S ALL GO TO TIM HORTONS KAY? <--general concensus of North Bay's populace

*middlefingermiddlefingermiddlefinger* Yeah, I have three hands now, what of it?

We've got a mini-freakin' snowstorm out there, and drive-thru is busy as all hell tonight. I don't even UNDERSTAND. What is going through your heads when the roads are slippery? Oh, I'm going to risk my life for some of Tim's coffee which is only partially any good, but it's laced with crack cocaine, SO I NEEDZ MY FIXXX.

Yeah, that's gotta be it. Psychoanalasis FTW!

And to the man who came quite literally TWENTY SECONDS BEFORE WE CLOSED and ordered TWO - count 'em, two - BAGELS.... a big, fat FUCK YOU in your general direction. You're mighty lucky I am not allowed to keep a weapon on my person, because the slippery roads would be the last thing you'd have to worry about.

"You have a good night now, sir!~"

.....How uncool/tacky/lame/regretful would it be if I were to tattoo the priest's class symbol on my inner wrist? Obviously it wouldn't be large... but even so. Is that a "world's worst tattoo" idea?

Much deliberation and thought will be put into this decision. I don't dance lightly around this subject (especially after searching tattoos and indeed, finding some of the worst).

Thoughts, opinions, objections?

Dear electronic store (ie. Staples) employees,

LEARN TO READ PEOPLE.

Generally, when one stands in the middle of an aisle looking lost and confused, it is a good indication that one NEEDS HELP. Of course, for you to actually SEE the lost, confused look on one's face, it is a good idea to actually be on the floor and not in the void or wherever it is you go whenever a customer is in need of assistance.

(Alternatively, leave me alone when it looks like I do not need any help whatsoever. You're always there when I want you to get the hell away from me and never when I actually need your help.)

Secondly, when I say my item rang in for ten dollars more than the sign advertised it for, it is a good idea to not look at the customer accusingly and say in a condescending tone that "that price is probably an internet deal". I'm not a 16 year old con artist, thank you very much, so at least try not to be a bitch about it when I'm already disgruntled as it is.

Thanks for understanding,
Unhappy With Your 'Tude

You know you're playing too much Warcraft when you have seriously fucked up dreams. I only remember my dreams once in a while, so I was surprised that I would remember this one so vividly...

Now, I'm not sure where it was, but for some reason, I was reminded of Southshore or just that area in general. It was like some big boss battle, and it was just me and Lindsay because the rest of our group must have bailed or something. as The... innkeeper was with us giving us instructions. Her name was Martha (and she had her name above her head with <Innkeeper> underneath). The first part of the boss was an undead horse who was attacking all the other horses in the stable. I don't know what we were doing, but we delayed too long and soon the second part of the boss, a group of undead guys, was coming out. So we had like.... 6 elites that we had yet to start attacking, and it was just the two of us, so I tell Martha that I don't think Lindsay and I can handle it on our own, so let's hop in the truck and get the hell out of here (Martha had a red pick-up truck...)

So we get in and start driving away, and for some reason, Nathan (a guy I worked with) was also in the truck, and some other girl I don't remember, and we're driving and we see this group of regular guys walking in the direction of the 5 undead guys. We're all like, "Shit, they're going to walk too close and aggro that group! Bad news!" because this group of guys wasn't in the "game" per se, and there was no rezzing for them if they died (which they undoubtedly would). So at first only one undead guy gets aggroed, and the other group starts kicking the shit out of him until the other guys run over, and I'm SCREAMING out the window "Run away! Run away!" but either they aren't listening, or they don't think I'm talking to them. Once they've got the whole mob on them, they do start running, but the last thing I see is the group of regular guys falling dead just like human males in the game. You know, flat on their face.

It was FUCKED UP. :D

On a lighter note... Grape Crush is the shit.

Okay, so from Saturday until present, I have basically been on a Warcraft binge.

I've currently been working on Eilora, who is now 42. She was 35 or 36 when I started, not to mention if you look closely, I got several sweet pieces of gear for her (don't look too close, you'll also see the god-awful 20s gear she still has). I mostly want to direct your attention to her bitchin' mace (which she pried from Mograine's cold, dead hands), her pants (which replaced her Chausses of Westfall... >>), her helm (Herod's birthday present to her) and her gloves (her first piece of plate! <3). Also, that Scarlet belt says "extremely low" drop rate, and I want to call bullshit because that damn thing dropped at least 5 times over the course of a dozen or so runs. D<

Secondly! Brünhilde, my warrior, went from 25-31 over the last several days as well. She doesn't have quite as much of an upgrade as Eilora did, I just wanted to comment on the drastic level jump. Also, fuck Gnomeregan. I never want to have to drag my ass through there ever again. I STILL never made it to the end boss, despite going there half a dozen or more times. I just want to put it out there that if you're going to run an instance, stay for the whole damn thing, I am tired of bailers.

( On that note, I bailed on my first group today... )

Those three just had NO etiquette at all. I mean, sometimes you might get ONE asshole/moron, but not three. That was just way too awful.

I'm completely done boring everyone now. :D

So, I haven't updated in a while, but to be honest, the internet is not something I've had a lot of over the past few weeks. We're back in action, and basically settled in to our new place now, though.

From what I can tell, North Bay is a pretty decent place, and we're situated very near centrally to everything we need. The main mall is only a 20-30 minute walk away, and there is a Zellers/mini plaza about 10-15 minutes in the other direction.

Today, I applied for jobs, and from what I can tell, I have about an 85% chance at getting a job at Claire's (which is certainly not my first choice, but what right do I have to be picky?), and seeing as they only have 2 employees right now... I could probably get full time hours. I also applied to the CD Plus (which I don't think is hiring) and the EB Games (which is looking for part-timers). Actually, applying to EB turned out to be kind of funny... first the guy asked if I was even over 17 (hahaha, I look so young u_u) and then he seemed to be surprised at how many consoles I own when he asked about that. Clearly he was skeptical at first because I'm a girl. But I'm a pretty cool girl, so there. :P

What I figure is that if EB only needs me for a few hours a week... such as an average of 12 and under, and Claire's could give me 20+, I MIGHT be able to pull off the two of them, seeing as they're located in the same building. Also, since it's a mall job, I would be done no later than 9:30 at night, so none of these late nights like I had to pull at the theatre. I don't want to be greedy though... but I don't exactly have anything else to do with my days. I guess I'm jumping the gun, we'll just see if I even get an interview, hm?

To start, I officially no longer work at Empire Theatres. It feels incredibly good to leave the job, but it is heart-wrenching to leave most of the staff. In fact, they were the number one reason I stayed so long. I'll miss them. :(

However, now I can do things I couldn't before, such as wear my nose hoop without having to think about if it's worth it. "When do I work next?" is no longer a question I have to ask when I put it in. (I couldn't wear my hoops at work, which is understandable.) Also, I can wear all sorts of cool earrings. Ones that dangle or look cute.

The perk I want to start taking advantage of the most now that I'm no longer working there? NAIL POLISH.

So I went to Zellers to buy some today. Now, sometimes with nail polish, the colour in the bottle is not always the same as when it gets on your nail, so I thought I would try a couple small swatches on my thumb nail. I had picked out one pretty fuchsia and I was checking out a couple others with Kristine when an employee standing over at the jewelry counter some 20 feet away decided to YELL at us, like we were a pair of children messing around. She couldn't even have come over to tell us nicely, she YELLED at us from where she was. She yells, "Those aren't SAMPLES." Fine, I can understand that, but damn, we were only trying a little bit, it's not like we were painting our entire set of fingernails and then leaving. I was INTENDING to buy some. I changed my mind rather quickly though, stood up and put my chosen bottle away, telling Kristine that I wasn't going to buy any now, not HERE.

The worst thing is that when something like that happens, I'm always too shocked to ever do anything about it right then. Sure, I think of all sorts of things to do afterward, but by then, the time for action is always long gone. I was just so pissed about that, it put me in a bad mood for the next hour or so.

Anyway, that's my story.

2:32AM, July 9, 2008....

Lucasta is finally 70. Holy shit.

I'm in such an off mood.

It started with my bagel sandwich this morning. They forgot to put bacon on it and it was a B.E.L.T. The B in that stands for BACON, of which I DID NOT GET. So I was cranky about that.

And then I worked in the afternoon, which was fine, until two people didn't show up in the evening, and my guilt got the better of me and I stayed to work the evening as well (which I still regret - I should have just kept walking toward home). So, this also made me cranky.

And what do you know, the third or so customer I had was a right prick.

Apparently, this elderly lady had cut in line (though as far as I could see, there WAS no line at that point, just a smattering of people sort of in the line next to me, sort of in my line), so the next guy who comes up to me says to me in this condescending tone, "The next time someone cuts in line like that, don't serve them."

Excuse me? I was really too shocked to say anything back, so I kind of just stared, got his order, and treated him coldly. I didn't look him in the eye, or smile, or say any more to him than I had to, and I was slightly snappy when I told him he could choose any of the boxed candy to go with his combo.

What I really wished I HAD said was, "The next time you talk to me in that tone of voice, I won't serve YOU."

And this whole thing made me even MORE cranky. I still can't get over the nerve of that guy!

And it didn't help that I hadn't eaten since 11 o'clock this morning, and it was then 6:45pm, and I had had a 20 minute break between the time I stopped working my afternoon shift and started my evening shift.

And then during my walk home, I was hyperventilating and panicking and convinced I was going to grow old and die alone. I'm not sure where that came from, but it was there, and I had a hard time not falling to my knees in despair.

Really, the whole mood of the day was just not conducive to a cheerful attitude.

So, the most depressing thing in the world?

Reading about what the people in your graduating class are doing now.

Even more depressing?

Re-reading your graduation class prophecy and seeing they prophesied you as the "local lunatic."

Okay.

I have six years to lose my mind.

I cleaned my desk off. Looking down at my keyboard is throwing me off because my desk is clear and not wrought with garbage.

I tried to get drunk off liqueur filled chocolates and only made myself feel sick. (I had three.)

I really feel like changing my earrings. I want something that dangles.

I realized today that I don't know how to trim my bangs, and they are already growing into my eyes and I am full of despair. They are also extremely wispy today.

I have an incredible urge to watch anime, namely, Gundam Wing. I WILL get to that series soon, I promise myself.

Julia: you need to acquire an Indiana Jones ticket for the midnight show on May 21.

That is all.