Sammeh, you saucy tart you..
Jul. 18th, 2002 07:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
transomwhiplassHehehehehe.... I feel so silly... I've been on my reading spree.. I don't know how many I have read.. I have to update my list (haven't added my vacation reads yet) anyhow.. I have read like 5-6 books by recent british authors.. using British slang.. I am starting to pick it up.. haha.. I keep saying "bollocks" and calling my brother a prat.. I think I am going to start spelling weird too, like colour and cheque.. just to be a larger weirdo.. anyhow.. this week has been shits n' pieces.. I swear to god.. I got back from vacation had my sunday off.. but returned to work on monday.. what would happen later that evening would be a disasterous and tragic mistake I pray not to repeat for the rest of my pitiful years on this planet. So here is my week so far in short stories.. somewhat enjoyable ^_~
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I don't know how, I don't know why.. I didn't eat breakfast or lunch.. I was STARVING.. those little kids suuure make you burn whatever cals you have left... so anyway.. by dinner I was ready to eat my hand.. so we went to Original Pasta Company where I downed Calamari, Salad, and some Fetticini Alfredo.. after an hour or so my hunger came back so I pulled out Rachel salsa (yes.. I do buy it because I LOVE IT.. I used to be addicted to tostitos.. I can't eat it anymore... it tastes waaaay to sweet and nasty now.. lol) and the BEST TORTILLA CHIPS ON THE PLANET.. from Central Market "El Milagro" chips.. they are absolutely the best.. and combined with the right (^_~) salsa.. its a small piece of heaven... so enough details.. I had like.. 15 chips when I decided I really needed like... fruit or something.... so in lieu of putting away the salsa.. I saw them.. perfect.. beautiful.. red and yellow.. shining in the pasty glow of the refrigerator.. the cherries.. the type I love (that were on UBER sale at C.M) remembering a past incident where my brothers & father consumed a whole bag without me.. I pulled them out.. and went to go watch "Riding In Cars with Boys" (which wasn't very good in my opinion).. anyway.... I must have had.. like.. 150 cherries... they were really, really, really good anyway.. later on.. I started feeling really, really, really sick... the next day I vetoed work and called in sick.. the morning was awful.. by afternoon I felt a lot better... but later that evening it returned.. uuurgh.. it was awful.. anyway.. it continued till this morning where I woke up bad.. the next days will be explained in their own little stories.. basically.. I was sick mornings/evenings but fine for afternoons the next few days
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the day I came back was ok.. though I was still sorta sick in the morning.. Cory.. my sort-of boss asked me how I was feeling.. she was being particularly nice.. so la la la.. anyway.. later on she bitched at me... I swear to god she is a moron.. I think she is 20 something but she looks 17.. she sorta looks like Colleen, SAA previous SB vice-president but a bit shorter.. anyway... she is a dumb fuck.. and I hate her.. yeah.. well.... really, really, really dislike.. she is evil.. anyway... the kids had to do this craft, making lei's out of string, straws, and paper flowers.. there were seven cups of materials at the table that seats 8.. so I sat down in the middle figuring it would allow me to help all the kids easily.. she comes up all hoity-toitily "Sarah.. I am sorry (huffy voice) you cannot sit down.. I need seven chairs for the children" I believe I had this same convo with her first session.. then I was a bit more on my feet and I was actually thinking, remember still feeling nauseous.. a bit out of it today.. so I got up instead of saucily snapping back "well. there are 8 chairs here".. so I went got a different chair.. from across the room mind you and put it behind the table.. then she comes up.. says "You can't use this chair.. this table needs to use it" so she puts it at the table next to me.. where some moron forgot to put a chair.. mind you it TOO had 7 cups and 7 chairs... she thought I stole it.. whata bitch... soon as she turned around I did my typical "Pissed off 'You stupid fucking moron, I hope you drop dead on the spot from this look' uber disgusted look" accompanied by the standard eye roll.. I have only been caught 3 times in my whole life.. so she left.. I ended up kneeling on the corner of the table so I was only able to help those 2 kids.. Cory is such a stupid fucking bitch.. if I had a car I'd run her over anyway.. short funny story:
In kids town, the tube place at the YMCA there was this bigish kid.. maybe.. 9, rather meaty.. I think he had a disorder or something.. maybe his mom smoked when she was pregnant or beat him or something.. (I know this sounds mean.. but this kid was seriously messed up).. so for some reason.. he comes and tackles my head.. I thought he was this kid Jarrett, 4 years old.. a little monster.. aggressive looks sorta cute but strangly like a dog.. the teeth I think yeah.. and the snarl.. but it was WAY to heavy to be him.. so I manage to flip this heavy sack off of me.. where it REALLY hurts.. and I see this kid.. he keeps touching me.. it was really annoying/disturging so I told him to "bugger off" (haha.. result of reading) after some more poking I kept repeating making my look more and more severe.. all the sudden Jarrett pops out of the slide.. eyes the kid and tackles him punching with his tiny fists the kid howled and made me pull him offeventually he walked 3 feet over to go bother another counselor.. basically he went from counselor to counselor attacking them/touching them.. he grabbed this girl jessica's boob.. he was a pervy little creep all right.. so then out of no where.. he tackles me again.. I yank him off.. and he starts reaching at my chest.. I swatted his hands.. but he kept poking and poking.. and itching my leg with his dirty little finger nails.. I keep telling him to go away and he wont stop then jokingly I start calling "Jarrett! Jarrett! Help Me Jarrett!" Out of the slide Jarrett comes and attacks this kid.. attaching onto his leg.. the kid had like.. high socks and pants that just covered the tops.. so Jarrett starts trying to pull up the kids pant leg and then proceeds in trying to bite the kids leg.. IT WAS SOOOOOOO FUNNY.. I just let him go at it.. then he grabbed Jarretts neck.. I had to intercede to save my bitty hero the kid was a jackass.. for once little agressive Jarrett used his powers for good.. I was uber proud.. hehe..
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Today.. today was.. uh.. ok.. not eventful.. they told us some kid had lice (not which one though) and told us he wasn't here today.. but we all should get inspected.. I sorta understand why they didn't tell us.. but I wouldn't treat the kid any differently.. but I would LIKE to know.. if I ever touched the kid so I could stop being paranoid.. I really was.. as soon as they said it... my head started getting itchy.. I am such a psycho.. I also got bitched at by Corey.. my line got out of order in the obstacle course.. there were 4 counselors to help maintain the order.. she yells at me.. so I am trying to get all the kids together.. I am getting to tired to type.. basically they had 2 rows (to save space) and you were supposed to alternate which kid went in the rows.. then they did it.. went to the back.. and the line was supposed to move up... so I was trying to get the kids together.. I didn't know who had gone.. the kids ended up in a clump.. 2 were running around.. 1 was doing dangerous flips on the ballet bar... I looked like a shit counselor... or at least that I was incredibly overwhelmed.. no one bothered to help.. but Cory kept flashing looks.... I hat.. REEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLY DISLIKE HER THE FUCKING TRAMP.. and it didn't help that Lizzy everones favorite cute counselor was riling up the kids by making them yell "go team go team" we are supposed to encourage them.. but she was supposed to be helping me.. I really don't like Lizzy either.... anyhow.... some how I lived... at that moment I wanted to quit so bad though..
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lalalalala.. I am having such a block right now... I can't draw anymore... it all looks like crap.. I think I draw inspiration from my uniform.. it is my chi.. my life force.... LMAO.. well it is some sort of muse.. I mean... maybe... the boredom it provides causes my mind to move to differnt places? lol... uh.. I am also pondering my new layout.. for back to school a month away folks.. well.. tomorrow.. a month a way... la la la.. oy..
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there are these two guys, Al and Brandon.. they are both very nice and witty and for some reason of punishment... God has made them enter into my radius of 5 feet while I was in a well.. compromised state.. Brandon always appears when I am nodding off.. once in the morning note the "::smile/ 1/2 chuckle:: are you tired?" then once I was outside reaaaally asleep.. lets just say I was congested and it wasn't pretty and then yesterday I was nodding off in a chair.... uuuuuuuurghh.. and Al.. keeps finding me in my stressed out state where I am a hair away from being violent.... however.... both continue to talk to me and are impressed at my lego and block skills as well as my ability to tear through books.. both are readers... how very odd.... Brandon is from Pius and I haven't the faintest where Al is from.. I just know it is a private school.. I think small.. I think really smart.... anyway.. lalala... it is funny.. since they have seen me in some of my worse states... I don't feel as dumb talking to them.. in fact... I always have a witty and saucy remark.. and I can always make them grin big grins and they always say "hi"... its rather lovely and I feel like such a saucy tart...... LOL... seriously.. hm.. this post is long enough...... but remember... I havent really updated in a long time (too sick).... hehehe.. so that is my week so far.. its my story and I am sticking to it
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I don't know how, I don't know why.. I didn't eat breakfast or lunch.. I was STARVING.. those little kids suuure make you burn whatever cals you have left... so anyway.. by dinner I was ready to eat my hand.. so we went to Original Pasta Company where I downed Calamari, Salad, and some Fetticini Alfredo.. after an hour or so my hunger came back so I pulled out Rachel salsa (yes.. I do buy it because I LOVE IT.. I used to be addicted to tostitos.. I can't eat it anymore... it tastes waaaay to sweet and nasty now.. lol) and the BEST TORTILLA CHIPS ON THE PLANET.. from Central Market "El Milagro" chips.. they are absolutely the best.. and combined with the right (^_~) salsa.. its a small piece of heaven... so enough details.. I had like.. 15 chips when I decided I really needed like... fruit or something.... so in lieu of putting away the salsa.. I saw them.. perfect.. beautiful.. red and yellow.. shining in the pasty glow of the refrigerator.. the cherries.. the type I love (that were on UBER sale at C.M) remembering a past incident where my brothers & father consumed a whole bag without me.. I pulled them out.. and went to go watch "Riding In Cars with Boys" (which wasn't very good in my opinion).. anyway.... I must have had.. like.. 150 cherries... they were really, really, really good anyway.. later on.. I started feeling really, really, really sick... the next day I vetoed work and called in sick.. the morning was awful.. by afternoon I felt a lot better... but later that evening it returned.. uuurgh.. it was awful.. anyway.. it continued till this morning where I woke up bad.. the next days will be explained in their own little stories.. basically.. I was sick mornings/evenings but fine for afternoons the next few days
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the day I came back was ok.. though I was still sorta sick in the morning.. Cory.. my sort-of boss asked me how I was feeling.. she was being particularly nice.. so la la la.. anyway.. later on she bitched at me... I swear to god she is a moron.. I think she is 20 something but she looks 17.. she sorta looks like Colleen, SAA previous SB vice-president but a bit shorter.. anyway... she is a dumb fuck.. and I hate her.. yeah.. well.... really, really, really dislike.. she is evil.. anyway... the kids had to do this craft, making lei's out of string, straws, and paper flowers.. there were seven cups of materials at the table that seats 8.. so I sat down in the middle figuring it would allow me to help all the kids easily.. she comes up all hoity-toitily "Sarah.. I am sorry (huffy voice) you cannot sit down.. I need seven chairs for the children" I believe I had this same convo with her first session.. then I was a bit more on my feet and I was actually thinking, remember still feeling nauseous.. a bit out of it today.. so I got up instead of saucily snapping back "well. there are 8 chairs here".. so I went got a different chair.. from across the room mind you and put it behind the table.. then she comes up.. says "You can't use this chair.. this table needs to use it" so she puts it at the table next to me.. where some moron forgot to put a chair.. mind you it TOO had 7 cups and 7 chairs... she thought I stole it.. whata bitch... soon as she turned around I did my typical "Pissed off 'You stupid fucking moron, I hope you drop dead on the spot from this look' uber disgusted look" accompanied by the standard eye roll.. I have only been caught 3 times in my whole life.. so she left.. I ended up kneeling on the corner of the table so I was only able to help those 2 kids.. Cory is such a stupid fucking bitch.. if I had a car I'd run her over anyway.. short funny story:
In kids town, the tube place at the YMCA there was this bigish kid.. maybe.. 9, rather meaty.. I think he had a disorder or something.. maybe his mom smoked when she was pregnant or beat him or something.. (I know this sounds mean.. but this kid was seriously messed up).. so for some reason.. he comes and tackles my head.. I thought he was this kid Jarrett, 4 years old.. a little monster.. aggressive looks sorta cute but strangly like a dog.. the teeth I think yeah.. and the snarl.. but it was WAY to heavy to be him.. so I manage to flip this heavy sack off of me.. where it REALLY hurts.. and I see this kid.. he keeps touching me.. it was really annoying/disturging so I told him to "bugger off" (haha.. result of reading) after some more poking I kept repeating making my look more and more severe.. all the sudden Jarrett pops out of the slide.. eyes the kid and tackles him punching with his tiny fists the kid howled and made me pull him offeventually he walked 3 feet over to go bother another counselor.. basically he went from counselor to counselor attacking them/touching them.. he grabbed this girl jessica's boob.. he was a pervy little creep all right.. so then out of no where.. he tackles me again.. I yank him off.. and he starts reaching at my chest.. I swatted his hands.. but he kept poking and poking.. and itching my leg with his dirty little finger nails.. I keep telling him to go away and he wont stop then jokingly I start calling "Jarrett! Jarrett! Help Me Jarrett!" Out of the slide Jarrett comes and attacks this kid.. attaching onto his leg.. the kid had like.. high socks and pants that just covered the tops.. so Jarrett starts trying to pull up the kids pant leg and then proceeds in trying to bite the kids leg.. IT WAS SOOOOOOO FUNNY.. I just let him go at it.. then he grabbed Jarretts neck.. I had to intercede to save my bitty hero the kid was a jackass.. for once little agressive Jarrett used his powers for good.. I was uber proud.. hehe..
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Today.. today was.. uh.. ok.. not eventful.. they told us some kid had lice (not which one though) and told us he wasn't here today.. but we all should get inspected.. I sorta understand why they didn't tell us.. but I wouldn't treat the kid any differently.. but I would LIKE to know.. if I ever touched the kid so I could stop being paranoid.. I really was.. as soon as they said it... my head started getting itchy.. I am such a psycho.. I also got bitched at by Corey.. my line got out of order in the obstacle course.. there were 4 counselors to help maintain the order.. she yells at me.. so I am trying to get all the kids together.. I am getting to tired to type.. basically they had 2 rows (to save space) and you were supposed to alternate which kid went in the rows.. then they did it.. went to the back.. and the line was supposed to move up... so I was trying to get the kids together.. I didn't know who had gone.. the kids ended up in a clump.. 2 were running around.. 1 was doing dangerous flips on the ballet bar... I looked like a shit counselor... or at least that I was incredibly overwhelmed.. no one bothered to help.. but Cory kept flashing looks.... I hat.. REEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLY DISLIKE HER THE FUCKING TRAMP.. and it didn't help that Lizzy everones favorite cute counselor was riling up the kids by making them yell "go team go team" we are supposed to encourage them.. but she was supposed to be helping me.. I really don't like Lizzy either.... anyhow.... some how I lived... at that moment I wanted to quit so bad though..
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lalalalala.. I am having such a block right now... I can't draw anymore... it all looks like crap.. I think I draw inspiration from my uniform.. it is my chi.. my life force.... LMAO.. well it is some sort of muse.. I mean... maybe... the boredom it provides causes my mind to move to differnt places? lol... uh.. I am also pondering my new layout.. for back to school a month away folks.. well.. tomorrow.. a month a way... la la la.. oy..
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there are these two guys, Al and Brandon.. they are both very nice and witty and for some reason of punishment... God has made them enter into my radius of 5 feet while I was in a well.. compromised state.. Brandon always appears when I am nodding off.. once in the morning note the "::smile/ 1/2 chuckle:: are you tired?" then once I was outside reaaaally asleep.. lets just say I was congested and it wasn't pretty and then yesterday I was nodding off in a chair.... uuuuuuuurghh.. and Al.. keeps finding me in my stressed out state where I am a hair away from being violent.... however.... both continue to talk to me and are impressed at my lego and block skills as well as my ability to tear through books.. both are readers... how very odd.... Brandon is from Pius and I haven't the faintest where Al is from.. I just know it is a private school.. I think small.. I think really smart.... anyway.. lalala... it is funny.. since they have seen me in some of my worse states... I don't feel as dumb talking to them.. in fact... I always have a witty and saucy remark.. and I can always make them grin big grins and they always say "hi"... its rather lovely and I feel like such a saucy tart...... LOL... seriously.. hm.. this post is long enough...... but remember... I havent really updated in a long time (too sick).... hehehe.. so that is my week so far.. its my story and I am sticking to it
