.leslie

midwestbaby @ 2003-11-21T14:28:00

2003-11-21T19:28:48Z

Are you a God? by Demonac
Name:
God/Goddess type:	Burning Bush
Worshippers:	Hoboes and Orphans
They show devotion by:	Not working on the sabbath (or any other day)

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I realize I don't update anymore, but this was certainly worth putting in. hahah

midwestbaby @ 2003-09-30T15:33:00

2003-09-30T19:33:29Z

Raz B is your babydaddy!

Which B2K member is your babydaddy?
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midwestbaby @ 2003-09-28T20:45:00

2003-09-29T00:45:48Z

My parents are getting a new dog, and since it's irish, they're going to name it shamus. My parents are the freaking coolest.

midwestbaby @ 2003-09-21T23:07:00

2003-09-22T03:09:20Z

I'm not sure if you have to know these people to see the humor in this, or if this is universially funny, but here it is none the less. I think it's funny, and that is what matters.

http://eastsidemag.8m.com/school.html

midwestbaby @ 2003-09-18T17:41:00

2003-09-18T21:42:54Z

currently, I am in the CSC (the community service center for the rest of you) and I am sitting by the wonderful Colleen Smallfield. I just wanted to tell her hello, as she is reading her friend's page right now. And I wish her the best of luck with google images. that is all.

I'm rapidly going insane

2003-09-17T03:25:41Z

My friend just informed me that we have only had 11 days of classes so far. I can't even tell you how emotionally exhausted I am right now, and it's only been 11 days. I feel like if something doesn't give, I'm gonna. problably just lack of sleep and too much drama (although not all bad). Eh, stay posted for mental breakdowns, it should be fun entertainment. I just had to point out the 11 days.

Sunrises on the wharf

2003-09-15T02:51:38Z

This cannot be my life. This cannot be my life. This cannot be my life.

midwestbaby @ 2003-09-11T21:18:00

2003-09-12T01:22:13Z

So, I know I just bitched about how everyone talks about themselves in LJ and how everyone thinks that their problems are the end all/be all, but I also did put a catch on there that I am aware of the fact I do this as well, so therefore I"m allowed to continue talking about myself. (Did that make any sense, did that even need to be said?)

AT ANY RATE, I would like to inform the general public that I've been writing this story (non-ficition, autobiography of myself. Yes, that is meant to illicit laughter) for quite some time, but I keep hitting this block at one point in my memory. It's just that I had no idea how to go about writing about it, because it's pretty significant and I wanted to do it justice and yada yada blah blah: I was stuck. And I am extremely pleased right now because I am now officially unstuck and furthermore, I think I wrote one of the best paragraphs I've ever written before. so, yay for me. I am now not only informing, I am also bragging. Life is grand.

It's all about me

2003-09-07T14:43:56Z

Number one most amusing thing about livejournal: almost 95% of the entries are completely self-absorbed. And obviously if it's your journal, fine, it's supposed to be about you, that makes sense. But it makes it a lot funnier to go back and read some people's entries with the knowledge that whoever wrote that entry thought that it was the most important thing in the world at that time. It's just kind of ironic that it's a public entry for those types of journal entries. I mean, I'm completely guilty of that, and not only that, but i"m totatlly voyeuristic because I read everyone else's too. I just thought I would point it out (ha, see? "I" would point it out? It's all about me folks)

I love school

2003-09-04T18:35:11Z

Okay, here's my problem with Spanish. Every time I sit in a spanish class, my mind is racing at about a thousand miles an hour, meanwhile, my mouth can't get the words out fast enough. Not only that, but everytime I try to say something, I almost always run into a word or two that I just don't know, thereby disrupting my whole train of thought. Now, normally this wouldn't upset me so much because I"m willing to put in the time and effort into learning a new language, but frankly, I hate the thought of getting graded on it. It's enough to make me nauseous. Just ask my roommates about my state of mind when I would come back from spanish or right before I would leave for class.

So, I finally decided that I'm not going to put myself through the anxiety this year, and I'm dropping spanish. BUT, seeing as I really do want to learn the language, I'm going to join one of the language links to keep it up and possibly study abroad next year and hope I can pick it back up. This will probably fail miserably, but right now I'm blissfully happy, so I'm gonna go with that feeling. Also, I plan to get a massage sometime soon (possibly today) thereby completing a Great day.

Ps- I have anthropology 101 with both sam and johnathan, AND my professor is morpheus from the matrix.
PPS- my modern lit and feeling teacher is insane and loves to ramble but I LOVE her.
PPPS- I have the best schedule ever.

FYSOP is for lovers

2003-08-31T01:02:26Z

FYSOP is over.

I've never been prouder of anything in my life.

I think I'm going to be very sad and very blissful for a long time.

It's time to finally take a nap.

oh patty pat pat, you made my night with this news

2003-08-23T03:34:59Z

The guy from Blue's Clues is touring with the Flaming lips? What what what?????
And he's Good????????
My world just got turned upside down.

http://www.steveswebpage.com/

apparently, I"m a "disgruntled" spouse

2003-08-23T02:53:04Z

FUCKING A! Alright, with FYSOP, I literally leave the apartment at 8 every day. I get home, if I'm lucky, at 10 at night. And what have I come home to for the past week? Filth. Complete and utter filth. I have guest and my roommate staying here and yesterday the garbage was practically rotting, the sink was overflowing and the bathroom was super dirty. Today, I came home and the tub was totally clogged (which I fixed) the sink was even more full (which I completely washed) a 'friend' of jen's had dropped by 4 boxes of his SHIT and jack had strewn even more things around the living room. OH, and jen decided to get the finger paint off her walls by 'washing them' which entailed dripping water and paint across the floor. Seriously, jen's lucky that the guinnea pig is at alans because if it were here, it would no longer be living. What the fucking hell. This is not what I need. Thank God for FYSOP and my great staff or I'd totally loose it.

oh yeah....the elevator broke today.....and i've gotta do laundry.....and my knee hates the stairs.

alright, i swear i'm done being pissed off

OWWWW

2003-08-18T03:05:31Z

Okay, to understand this story, you're going to need two bits of background information:
1. I have this weird inability to open my eyes when I have water on my face without first brushing the water out of my eyes. Like I can't jump into a pool, get out and just open my eyes, I have to brush the water out first. I think this is more of a psycological imparement rather than a physical one.
2. I wash my face with a soap that has 2% statilic acid, to tame the occasional outbreaks.
That being said, let us continue....

So, literally five minutes ago, I was washing my face, going through the usual night time ritual of cleaning up before bed, and I lather my face up, I splash a little bit of water on my face, and I straighten up over the sink and open my eyes right away, without clearing them, something I have rarely ever done in my lifetime. I soon found out there is a very good reason for not doing this. Somehow, I only opened one eye, but for that left eye, it was already too late. almost instantly I felt the tinge of statilic acid IN MY EYE! I washed off the soap and tried to flush it out as much as I could but it burned so bad. It still freaking hurts! I keep blinking and hoping it's going to go away, but it hasn't. It feels like there's 20 eyelashes caught inside my eye and I can't get them out. So if you see me tommorow, and my eye is compeletly bloodshot...you'll know why

my voice has been stolen

2003-08-17T17:12:51Z

Really enjoyable times include playing beer pong while talking in ONLY a wisconsin accent: "don't call it a comeback!" That was the majority of my saturday night, also including watching caitlin chug a half yard of beer at sunset cantina. just thinking about it brings a tear to my eye. This whole summer has been way too much fun and I don't want it to end, and now staff's coming on wednesday and FYSOP will soon be here. I don't even know what I'm going to do. Well, i guess I"m going to enjoy it as much as humanly possible (which shouldn't be a huge problem). I'm just hoping my voice returns soon! Too much screaming about cheese and churning butter....

midwestbaby @ 2003-08-10T02:07:00

2003-08-10T06:09:17Z

I got my id taken away tonight by some jerk face bouncer tonight, but you know I"m doing alright on account of two things: 1) I didn't get a ticket or get arrested for the fake and 2) pat sent me a wondeful picture, I'm hoping this works and that you can all see this, so here goes:

midwestbaby @ 2003-08-09T09:06:00

2003-08-09T13:04:36Z

The Littlest...

2003-08-08T13:34:20Z

So last night I went with Tanya and leanne and some of their friends to the littlest bar in boston (no really, that's it's name) and they aren't joking about the size. You walk in, and it's about as large as my room, not even joking. But it was so much freaking fun. There were about 10 Irish guys who were on vacation that were all buddies and kept talking up a storm and telling these crazy stories. AND since it was so small in there you couldn't help but talk to everyone around you.

Seriously, the ratio was about 10 guys to every girl. Not to mention the beer was really cheap and the guys kept buying because "The states are so much cheaper than dublin'" So, all told, with a taxi ride back, the grand total spent on the evening was 10 bucks, and I probably would've paid double that to see this girl sarah make out with paul (who's name I first thought was par). It was great. We will be going back. I love this city.

midwestbaby @ 2003-08-07T20:44:00

2003-08-08T00:50:41Z

Alright, so after the "trashed" party (at which I was quite trashed) I attempted to do my normal evening ritual of washing face, brushing teeth etc. Well, as I was attentively brushing my teeth, I think I got a little overzealous because I Jabbed my gums so hard that since then my mouth has been really sore.

So flashforward to right now. The spot that I hit is starting to get aggravated in general, much like a cankersore or something to that extent, so I figure I can use the same medication I used for my cankersore and that will help out the cut/bruise etc. It's just a basic over the counter topical anesthetic, perhaps you've heard of it: kanka. So, the difference is that the injured area is now in the inside part of my lip. We're talking directly between my teeth and my gums, like up inside that top corner that you don't really notice unless you run your tongue across it, and if you do you end up getting a freakish fat lip momentarily, so most people don't do it too often.

So, basically, what I'm trying to say is that this is not the easiest spot to hit when you have a little dropper full of anesthetic. So, I missed a little bit, to the point where my entire inside upper gum/lip is now completely numb. I'm serious, I can't feel a damn thing... and what's worse is that it's so damn strong that it made it to my outside lip so that feels weird too. Seriously, if I was gnawing on my own lip right now, I probably wouldn't be able to feel it. So I probabably won't be able to feel drool either, so I'm guessing that I look pretty hot right now.

So, let that be a lesson to you: if you get drunk on a monday night, don't brush your teeth otherwise you're gonna end up drooling all over yourself on thursday.

somehow this comes as no surprise

2003-08-07T00:21:42Z

You're Soroity Slut Barbie! You're easy and you're
really cheesy! Have fun with the entire
football team.

If You Were A Barbie, Which Messed Up Version Would You Be?
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A day at the beach....

2003-08-06T01:50:05Z

Yesterday: very enjoyable. I woke up, saw that it looked like rain out, but realized that nobody was going to do anything in the office if we didn't go to the beach as planned, so I got ready for a day of rain at the beach. This preparation included a superficial sunblock application as opposed to the religious bath I normally undertake before a full day of sun. This later turned out to be a Huge mistake seeing as we Did end up going to the beach. Not only that, but as it turned out, I would be driving the escort bus/van to said beach. Does life get any better? So, we get there and it's actually kinda nice. It was the second time for me to be in the ocean which was a blast, except the various seaweed fights and getting thrown into the beach by the waves. Seriously, imagine me, over and over trying to stand up, but being pushed down in about two inches of water. I think I'm the only person who could've drown in two inches of water. Also ate a lot of food, took an awesome walk and just generally enjoyed the day. We're not gonna talk about the drive back because no one is to blame for that horrible trip, and it was just a little more together time for the CSC van right?

Flashforward to that night: Trash party. White trash/euro trash or just plain trash (or 'trashed' as colleen did). Complete with beer pong, a crazy rainbow light spinny thing that only summitt would own and just lots and lots of fun. The white trash was excellent. My cocoordinator came as eurotrash and he was WAY too convincing. I think he secretly owns a lot of armani. My original plan was to make a shirt that was in the style of the fcuk shirts and have it say "Le trash", hence making it euro trash, but that didn't work out BUT instead I got a jumpsuit from noah (that only noah would own) and dressed up as a garbage man, which was the hit of the party, so noah, thank you thank you. And surprisingly, I looked pretty hot in it. Dave and I took on the environment cocoordinators and we are currently tied, calling for a rematch which will take place soon. I myself got pretty trashed that evening and concluded the day with a hot pocket that was absolutely amazing. I may have IMed you drunkenly to update you of the status of this amazing treat.

As great as yesterday was, imagine waking up: sunburned like I haven't been in a LONG time, hungover, super sore from being thrown into the beach. And that's how I spent my first day full time in the office. It was great. But caitlin and summitt contributed to a wonderful chinese lunch extravaganza that made it all worth while......

hey guess where i am right now.....

2003-08-05T04:44:02Z

trash party=great

hot pockets=amazing

me right now=priceless

The plastic bag incident

2003-08-03T23:48:51Z

Okay, I took a nap today from like 5-7, which means I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight whatsoever, but I'm cool with that. But erica comes to get me to see if I can do the magic trick for her laundry, and I happily agree, and walk downstairs, realize there's someones stuff already in the machine, and so we go back upstairs and she agrees to come get me later.

I walk into my room, and sitting in the middle of the floor is a random plastic bag. And I can't remember it being there before when I got up from my nap, so this, I kid you not is what my mind jumps to: someone must've broken into my room with the intention of smothering/suffocating me, and they dropped the plastic bag they were going to use in the middle of the floor.

So now that I"m being totally irrational, I try to logically think where this bag could've Really come from and I can't think and I can't think, because it's too big to be a shopping bag and it's too nondiscrpit to be anything I would've had lying around, so I go to pick it up, but I"m really scared to do so, cause my irrational brain keeps thinking someone's gonna jump out of my closet and proceed to smother me with the bag, but then, as I reach down to pick it up, I realize that it was just the bag that was protecting my printer which I hadn't opened until earlier today.

I'm such a psycho about stuff like that.

Thank you Sheena for this nice steal.

2003-07-31T00:55:18Z

+ i ___ leslie.
+ leslie is a ___.
+ if i were alone in a room with leslie, I would ___.
+ i think leslie should ___ with ___.
+ leslie needs to stop ___.
+ i want to ___ leslie.
+ someday leslie will ___.
+ leslie reminds me of ___.
+ without leslie ___.
+ memories of leslie are ___.
+ leslie can be___.
+ worst thing about leslie is ___.
+ best thing about leslie is ___.
+ i am ___ with leslie.

It's up to you, new york, new york!

2003-07-27T23:46:35Z

The sky is this really funky green color right now, and it's just even more amplified by my green drapes. It's kinda freaking me out. Trust me, you'd be freaked out too if your room was entirely green.

NYC was amazing. Alia is my girl. I don't want to write everything in here because I'm lazy, but here are some highlights:
*Alia's grandparents are the cutest things ever, her grandma is like the mom from My big fat greek wedding (I ate a LOT) and her grandpa took us out to eat and we all got bombed and then he started talking philosophy and about how we are all "alone" in the world, and then he fell asleep.
*In the state of Michigan, I am now 21. heheheh
*I had amareto sours with a drag queen
*I met this crazy child named tony who's coming to boston next year...what an awesome guy
*I bought the coolest pants, and the coolest shirt, which says "Montreal Polo Team" on it, and as we were walking around queens, some guy walks up to me and goes "Are you from montreal" and I turn to him and say "oui" and walk away, I think he was confused.
*On the train back to alia's house, we were laughing so hard because we were talking to eachother on the telephone (our hands in the telephone pose) and talking about cat beer, because when our friend gets really old, we think she's going to become a spinster and have lots of cats and drink beer, and then she'll market catbeer. (did i mention we were really tired)
*We went to this amazing coffee house called the 'witches brew' which was full of awesome people, and we spent a half an hour with these guys outside as they attempted to make up a song for alia's friend gabby.
*Oh, and I watched The Secretary and Rules of Attraction, and I will not be giving a movie review here, but I think I would reccomend both of those....maybe, they're both messed up, but worth seeing, except the secretary turns into a huge hollywood lovefest at the end, so buyer beware.

Alright, that's all for now. I'm now going to call the parents and update them that I'm still alive, and other than that, I may eat some food, and I might go to sleep. Yo ho ho, a sailors life for me.