Marci

This is only one of the horrors inflicted upon us as we entered.
This is another:


Those movie theater people must really hate us. And by us, I mean people with eyes.

So it turns out that ebay may not be as great as I originally thought. I haven't won a damned thing yet. I have found a TON of stuff that I want, but people keep swooping in at the last second and outbidding me. Procrastinators. I seriously get super angry when people do that, because I spend a few days thinking no one else is interested and then they come in and outbid me in the last couple of minutes.
I watched Conan the other night and Al Gore was his special guest! Talking about penguins and polar bears and melting ice caps and shit. It was hot. Although I must say that Al is starting to look a little bit like a high school principal. I may have to throw all of my love towards Rahm Emanuel if this continues.
It's supposed to snow tonight and tomorrow. I have to say that I actually do like the snow, I'm just not a big fan of the cold. Or the ice that builds up on the roadways. Or getting sick. Whatever. I'm just happy for something that will kill the monotonous sunshine for at least a day.
My wait is almost over. My sparkly love cupcake is out of the oven, getting an extra glittery coating just for me (THANKS, VANITY FAIR!!!).

I know that I'm constantly talking shit about my shopping addiction and whatnot, but it just got a little worse.
I went searching for this top that I wanted really bad a few days ago, and my search led me to freaking ebay. And I can't stop. I constantly check my email, I'm always looking at what's just gone up for auction. I mean, where else can you find a Marc Jacobs dress for $50? A Catherine Malandrino for $15? I'm obsessed now. It's horrible. I even checked my inbox in the middle of typing that last sentence.
I don't even have any interest in selling, I just want to buy. The appeal of the mall lessens for me every time I score something way fucking cute online.
Oh yeah, and I've been getting snide comments from people about how I must live in a freaking box or something to support my habit, so I must assure you all that I pay a pretty penny in bills to sustain myself every month, and use any leftover to buy CLOTHES AND BOOKS AND SHOES AND CDS AND STARBUCKS.
So glad I have tomorrow off. I'm going to wash the car and shop online all day.

It's not even November yet and we've already had snow. And it's freaking cold outside too. I don't know how I'm going to muster the courage to wear my costume out into that freeze tomorrow.
I've been working hard on costumes and decorations and I'm pretty excited for the end result of it all. But the snow. I'm not happy about it yet. Ask me in December and I might tell you different.
Oh, and as a p.s.-my boss has H1N1.

Goals for this year:
Lose fifty pounds (which will put me well under 100 lbs, but you know what they say about eggs and omelets or whatever).
Start an all-girl Incubus tribute band called Succubus. Send your applications now.
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I went to the doctor the other day for my yearly hypochondriac episode, and instead of my girly checkup, she ended up looking at the hives which had turned into a painful and fug (and painfully fug) rash. It had started on my chest and lower arms on Monday, migrated to my legs on Tuesday, and then covered my stomach, upper back, and my appendages by Wednesday. She told me that it looked like I had had an allergic reaction to something I had eaten and prescribed this disgusting medicated cream that I have to put on twice a day. And I can't use soap until this shit clears up. DIS. GUS. TING. But the good news is that it's almost all gone. I can almost properly shower!
Tomorrow, the girls from work and I are celebrating my birthday a few days early with some bowling fun times. I have to admit that I'm kind of excited because I haven't really done anything that doesn't involve drinking as celebration in the past couple of years. Wish us luck.

I have to tell you, I thought it was time to drop the animosity. After all, a lot of time has passed. We have both grown up, right? NOPE. I was wrong.
Fucking Pacific Sunwear, I hate you all over again.
I bought a jacket from these douchetards on Friday and got an email today about how the item was out of stock. I called the customer service number to ask why, if this was true, was the money still taken out of my account. Oh, because they do that as soon as you order, but if the item is out of stock it's FIVE TO SEVEN BUSINESS DAYS FOR THEM TO PUT IT BACK. FIVE TO SEVEN.
FIVE TO SEVEN.
NOT CALENDAR DAYS, BUSINESS DAYS.
THAT DOES NOT INCLUDE SATURDAYS OR SUNDAYS OR MAJOR U.S. HOLIDAYS.
I was like, "BACK THE FUCK UP...I'm NOT getting my jacket. But I'm not getting my money back either?" Customer service doofus says,
"Not for five to seven business days."
"SO I'M NOT GETTING MY SHIT, AND YOU GUYS ARE HOLDING ONTO MY SEVENTY BUCKS?!?!"

And I didn't even get my Starbucks this morning.
And I'm covered in hives.
And I have an appointment with the lady-bits doctor tomorrow.
I get the feeling this week is going to suck nuts.

That damned Batgirl costume is already giving me a headache. I did the alterations this morning, figuring that closer to the holiday I will be busy doing alterations on other people's costumes. I had to pull it in a couple of inches all around. Even the darting. Nightmare. I asked the guy at Party City for a small and he told me that they didn't have it, but the medium was so freaking baggy. I didn't think I'd have any problem fixing it but I think I might have to have a couple of extra tries to finally finish it off.
My sister and I watched Pandorum last night. Awesome movie, PLUS, Ben Foster is in it. Someone could take video of Ben Foster taking a shit and I'd pay good money to see it.
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Ben Foster, I love you. I have loved you since I was all of thirteen years old. Time went by and there were others, and it seemed that I forgot about you. And then you appeared in X-Men 3 and stole my heart again. ILU.
Oh yes, I also ate the best mac & cheese ever. My sister made it yesterday for some potluck and it was all baked and cheesy and warm. Yum.

Shopping is fun. I always have to remind myself of that when I start to feel nauseated in the aftermath of one of my buying storms. I finally picked up my Halloween costume (Batgirl, for all of those who are interested), and I also got a gray Billabong jacket...then I went to the UO site and got a dress, a top, and a t-shirt. UO wasn't so bad because I got free shipping and a frequent buyer 10% off coupon. Yes, HELLO, of COURSE I am a frequent shopper at Urban Outfitters. The clothes is cute and overpriced so OF COURSE I spend my money there.
I went out to dinner with Gloria and Miguel tonight to try to unwind a little, and who should come into the restaurant but Josh's parents...I felt like vomiting until I realized that they were going to full-on ignore me and then I was put slightly at ease. Oh well, I did this to myself, right? I try to take comfort in the idea that maybe they just don't recognize me. After all, my hair looks better, my wardrobe is nicer, and I don't perpetually look like I just woke up and pulled my hair into a ponytail like I always did when I was in my late teens/early twenties.
Work is always tough and today was just like any other, except I had the added bonus of fatigue. Don kept me out until eleven, telling me his porno stories and plying me with gelato. Good fun times filled with bitching and pinball nerd talk. Let's do it again soon.

Things have been changing so quickly around here, but I'd say that about 99 percent of it is for the better.
My sister decided to stop drinking, so she started going to AA and Al-Anon meetings and has been sober for seven days so far. No one knows how proud I am of her for taking this step, not even her. I've tried to tell her but I don't think the message comes across the way I want it to.
I'm turning 27 soon. This year the prospect of my birthday doesn't seem like such a bad thing. Age has been giving me good with the bad for as long as I've been alive but this is the first year that I've really been able to keep my head in bad situations. And the thought of being done with this year is a good one. It's been a year of death in my family and I won't be sad to see twenty six go, to say the least.
I've run into Steve's ex wife Jennie a couple of times in the past couple of months and things are weird but not too bad. It makes me wonder about the possibilities; if we can be cordial, even downright friendly with one another, it really gives me hope for the rest of the world.
But enough of that stuff.
I went out and saw Inglorious Basterds with my sister last night. I had been seriously dragging my feet about this. She kept saying she wanted to go see it and I kept trying to convince her to go see something else (Jennifer's Body? Pandorum? Sorority Row? Anything else????). I do like Tarantino's movies, but the previews and commercials made the movie look really bad and stupid and I just did NOT want to waste perfectly good money on a shitty movie. So of course I loved it and didn't care that it was three hours long, OF COURSE. I laughed a lot.
Do you guys hear that ticking? It's the time counting down to a delicious sparkly love cupcake sequel. IT'S ALMOST NOVEMBER.

I just got back from Charlene's wedding and...it was beautiful and happy and all of the things that a wedding should be. I am EXTREMELY happy that she cleared out the d bags and finally found someone worth her time and love. BUT...I was desperately wishing the whole time that someone was there with me. Being at a wedding by yourself is really uncomfortable. And I might have ruined my favorite summery wedges in the fucking rain. But I did learn a valuable lesson, and that was that sometimes bitching and moaning about making an appearance is totally unwarranted and childish. I don't really understand at this moment why I complained so much about going but I am very glad that I did.

I don't know what it is about Phoenix that knocks me out. I've been passing out early (for me, that is) and waking up later. Oh well, at least I'm getting some sleep on this vacation.
Yesterday, Kate and I went to Scottsdale and window-shopped at the scary mall. Everything there is waaaaay out of my budget. Except for Urban Outfitters because I dropped some cash there, but I had to. After that, I was feeling pretty hungry and we had discussed going to Ra, so we went and had a delicious sushi adventure...I FINALLY GOT THAT DAMNED GOJIRA ROLL I'VE BEEN CRAVING SINCE MAY.
Now I want an In-n-out burger.
I can almost hear myself getting fatter.
BUT TONIGHT IS INCUBUS!!!

Yesterday, I got to do one of my favorite things ever. I got to shop. And then I ate Chipotle. And then I shopped. And then I made a lady at Neiman Marcus laugh at me as I sniffed the wonderful scent of an L.A.M.B. handbag. And then I shopped some more. Then I realized that I was running low on funds. You know what I did then? I shopped a little bit more.
I didn't really spend THAT MUCH...I got a couple of pairs of jeans (which I NEEDED, YOU GUYS because my fat ass doesn't fit into my size four or six pants anymore) and a couple of dresses at some cheapie places, and then Kate and I hit up Urban Outfitters and I decimated a couple of the racks there with my craziness.
I am having fun and it doesn't really have much to do with how much I'm spending, although it is nice to be in Phoenix and not have to count pennies out of my ashtray for dinner or worry about gas and all. Kate is super easygoing and a lot of fun to be around, and I am super thankful that I could hang onto a friend like this for so long. I've known her for about eleven years now and never have I ever felt like she was fake, or out for something from me. She just wants to hang out and she genuinely enjoys my company as much as I enjoy hers. It's awesome.
I'm glad that Incubus is just going to be icing on this great cakey of a trip.

I am in Phoenix right now. I haven't even been out in the daylight yet but I am so excited. I'll update after I've shopped at least half of my face off.
Love you guys.

I'm almost halfway there on the fifty books a year challenge. I was really slacking there for a while, and then last week I picked up two books and finished them within a few days. One of them was a 700 page monster by Wally Lamb that I ended up devouring like a McDonald's cheeseburger. It was great.
I'm starting to get super stoked about the Arizona trip that I'm taking in a couple of weeks. Not only will I be seeing INCUBUS, but I will get to see Katie and April and eat some Chipotle while I'm there. Plus, I'm planning on shopping my face off at every mall within a 50 mile radius of Kate's house, and maybe getting another tattoo while I'm there. I'm not sure if anyone quite understands just how much I miss it (Arizona, I mean-not the shopping, although I miss that too).
Life has been busier than I expected, but it makes me happy to be so preoccupied. The girls are turning eight in a little over a week, Charlene is getting married next month, and after Arizona Aaron (my best gay) is coming to town for a few days. Piled along with all of the other stuff I've been trying to get done and the two jobs I'm working, some days I feel like I don't have time left over to breathe. But I like it.

Sorry I haven't been keeping up with the journal, people (the two of you that read this). I've been keeping busy, plus I have no internets at home.
I wish I had someone who could help me avoid the upcoming weddings I have to attend. I mean, I don't really HAVE TO go, but I would never hear the end of it if I failed to show up. TRUST ME. People say that you don't really notice when someone is missing from your wedding, but with my luck and total lack of desire to go, this chick would notice that I wasn't there.
Only a couple of weeks until I go to Arizona! I'm excited to be getting out of Santa Fe and away from work for a few days. I feel like I really need a break lately. Things have been very much under control but I have been locking myself up and staying at home.
Oh yes, and my latest tattoo is in the healing process. It looks super badass, Scott did an AMAZING job on it. I'll post pictures as soon as I can.
And also, happy birthday Don. Hope 50 is as good as 49.

I have been absent from lj for a while, and I know that while I sometimes get caught up in real life and forget to write down what's been happening, I have been staying away lately for a different reason. My Grandma died on the fifth on this month. She was diagnosed with brain cancer just a week before.
I took it a lot harder than I thought I would, and it's still hard to talk about or think about. The magnetic force that was the center of my family is gone now and... words completely fail me. I don't know what to say except that I would rather not talk about it out loud, I hate typing the words because they are true and I wish that they weren't.
I know I'll update soon about shit that doesn't matter, like how much money I spent on shoes or my vacation to Phoenix or whatever.

Quite possibly my new favorite picture.

Sooooo. How are you guys?
Just asking because I want to brag about how great I'm doing. I went and saw No Doubt last night, which I am absolutely sure was better than whatever boring, stupid thing you did last night (*cough*cough*DON*cough*).

( we almost blew away )

Anywho, I had fun. And I almost hurled.

Wolverine was good. And, there were some really kick-ass previews at the beginning.
I don't know why I cry so much about things that I can't change. I kept having these crying fits at work today, so I got sent home. The weird thing is that I didn't cry last night, probably because I hadn't had the crazy dream yet.
I just want to sleep and not wake up until I am officially over this shit.