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Friday, September 16th, 2005
7:47 pm	Okay, now that I'm through with my pseudo-vacation - I'm going to start writing again. This time, things will be Friends Only. So now, moving on to more important things... like hookers and blow. My journal is mostly made up of me bitching about everything and anything. I'm grumpy, pessimistic and I hate most human beings. If you'd like to be on my friends list, comment here. If not, cool. Current Music: Rupert Holmes - Escape (The Pina Colada Song) (22 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, June 18th, 2005
3:08 pm	I found another blogging site. I've only showed the site to one person so far. It feels odd posting with no friends list. I like it a lot, though. I just wanted to let you all know that I'm still going to be using this account to read your entries and comment. So keep me around, please. Current Mood: busy (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, June 12th, 2005
8:55 pm	I'm leaving this journal now. A spur of the moment decision. I was going to wait until the paid account ran out, but I can't. I censor what I write because I know who reads this. I haven't decided if I'm going to move to another LJ name or move to a different blog site altogether. Thank you for reading and thank you for letting me read. -Andrea Current Mood: content Current Music: Lynard Skynard - Sweet Home Alabama (13 Comments |Comment on this)
12:22 pm	I can't write right now. I'm boring. Current Mood: exhausted Current Music: John Legend - Number One
Wednesday, June 8th, 2005
9:53 pm	Every night I get home and I want to write, but every night I'm far too tired to do anything but sleep. I hate it, but I'm surviving. Current Mood: cranky Current Music: Rod Stewart - Maggie May
Saturday, June 4th, 2005
3:26 pm	They had these skirts at Old Navy (from the commercial) that we never got in Canada for some gay reason. Every female customer that walks into the store asks when we're getting the skirts. I haven't even seen the commercial, so I didn't know what they were asking for. All I knew was that we weren't getting them in Canada. Finally I decide that I need to know what all this fuss is about, so I log onto the OldNavy.com on a quest for these stupid skirts. I find them and all of a sudden I've got a hard on for these skirts too. Well unfortunately "they're all sold out, and I should continue shopping for other items that I might enjoy." No. I can't take that for an answer. I fire off an email to Customer Support and ask if they'll be restocking them. Well, no. They don't plan on restocking them, but they can check all the stores throughout the US to locate one for me. They send me a list of 6 locations and I get through almost every single one until finally the last store tells me they've got one. In green, but whatever. I'll take it. So here I am waiting for the skirt to get to Patrick so that he can send the skirt to me, and $50 poorer. I have issues. Serious issues. Current Mood: irritated Current Music: Justin Timberlake - Girlfriend (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, May 30th, 2005
9:45 pm	I'm as close to death now as I've ever been. Well maybe not death, but I'm close to crashing and burning. I'm not going to turn my journal into even more of a bitch-fest, but I need to rant about this for a little while. At least until I start getting used to it. I worked 7 days straight last week. Close to 70 hours. Then I was up again at the crack of dawn this morning to celebrate the beginning of another wonderful week. I know that there are people who do this their whole lives and never cry once about it. I'm just not one of those people. I enjoy my sleep, my alone time and being out with friends. This schedule has taken all of that away from me. Oh well. Such is life. More than anything I miss Patrick. [Blah, blah, blah. Insert more pathetic sappy stuff here.] Okay. You get the point. Kristina and I were out for coffee last night and she introduced me to a few of her guy friends. I got in late because these guys were freestyling and I didn't want to leave. They were decent. I mean, not that I'm some music/rap expert- but you can tell when someone has talent. I was impressed. I've always wanted to go to a freestyle battle. Like... an underground one. A real one. I think it'd be amazing to see. I need to go pack a lunch and find clothes for tomorrow. Fuck. Current Mood: exhausted Current Music: Gavin DeGraw - Jealous Guy (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 25th, 2005
10:10 pm	I just cried for American Idol. What the fuck is that? I don't even watch that show. I was just totally happy for that girl when she found out she won. I can only imagine how good it must have felt. The guy seemed okay too, though. I felt a little bad for him. I'm sure he'll cash out too eventually. Work is horrible. Actually, I'm being harsh. I just hate it right now. It isn't that bad. I'm just sort of burnt out. I didn't think working 2 jobs would be as hard as it is. I'll get used to it, I'm sure. I miss Patrick a whole lot. I wish I could just fast forward a year or so to where we're together and living happily ever after. This is a boring and laboured entry, but sometimes writing soothes me. Unfortunately only sleep will help right now. Current Mood: crappy Current Music: Lynard Skynard - Sweet Home Alabama (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, May 22nd, 2005
11:16 am	I landed last night at around midnight. Chicago OHare is a very unorganized airport. Both my layovers there were very annoying. I thought about all these things I wanted to say/write about the trip, but have forgotten most of them since. I had a wonderful time. I am very much in love. Every time I see him it confirms any doubt I have about the distance between us. On my last night, we had a bonfire with a bunch of his friends. I really enjoyed that. I forget how lucky people who don't live in the city really are. My brother was in New York while I was away. He bought Patrick and I I [heart] NY tshirts. He also bought me a Lacoste tshirt, which was totally sweet of him. I didn't get him anything. Awww. Bad sister. I managed to con Patrick into going to Target with me like a million different times while I was there. I absolutely love that place. I actually bought some really great shoes from there. I had to buy an extra bag for my flight home, because they wouldn't fit in the luggage I already had packed. I start my new job on Tuesday. I'm not sure if I'm excited about that. Maybe a little nervous, I think. I'm supposed to be doing the whole May 2-4/drink-your-face-off thing with Kristina tonight. I still have no idea where to go, because everyone goes up north to party this weekend. I doubt many people will be downtown. My ears hurt from my flights yesterday. That doesn't usually happen to me. Current Mood: calm Current Music: Ornella Vanoni - L'Appuntamento (23 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 11th, 2005
4:12 pm	I have a problem. Well, I have tons of problems. Most recently my problem is the pitiful addiction I've developed for trashy magazines. I'm so entertained by silly stories about stars that I really could care less about. Don't get me wrong- I love a good book. One that I'll totally devour because it's just that good. Lately I've just been one of those floozies that thrives on celebrity gossip. So, sue me. It's not hurting anyone, right? So what if I want to rot my brain every now and then. I bought books for my trip. I'll have a lot of time for reading between flights, camping and the days the Patrick will be working. Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs, by Chuck Klosterman and A Million Little Pieces, by James Frey. Both came highly recommended by quite a few different people. My throat has been sore/infected for a few days now. I've been drinking a lot of water because it seems to be the only thing that helps the itch. I never realized how very tiny a bladder I must have. I've been stomping to the potty almost every 15 minutes. It's annoying. I'm eating raspberries. They remind me of when I was a kid. I'd sit outside on the grass with my legs crossed and a big bowl of raspberries in my lap. Not caring about the offensive stains that would form on the crisp white shirt I had on. It was wonderful. I should do that again sometime. I'm in the process of packing. By in the process I mean- I've got 3 things packed and the rest is dirty or in the wash. I loathe packing. I pack too much or too little and it is never the right things. Once I get to my destination, I'm all "Today would have been a good day to wear that shirt". The complication is that this time I'm trying to pack only what I can take on the plane with me, and I'm staying for much longer than I have in the past. Right. Good luck, Andrea. I will have landed by tomorrow at this time. (Unless something goes terribly wrong. Fingers crossed.) I've got hockey in a few hours, so I'm going to get back to packing stuffing my suitcase. I'm looking forward to a week and a half with no internet. Current Mood: calm Current Music: The Eagles - Hotel California (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 4th, 2005
5:59 pm	Let me start with a little back-story before I start to rant. Throughout my childhood I had an abundance of different crushes. I only ever had one obsession. No, being obsessed isn't normal. But fuck, I was a kid. Cut me some slack. I can admit it now because it's funny. Then, it was pathetic. There was only ever one boy who made my cheeks burn red and my brain go blank. My paper boy, Greg Young. I remember like it was yesterday. He'd show up Sunday mornings at 8 to toss the paper onto my steps. And every week without fail, I'd trudge to my window half asleep and worship him from afar. I remember writing really pathetic poetry about how much I loved him and losing sleep over how I was finally going to find the nerve to talk to him. My mother used to make him come in and play piano for her when he was doing the collection for the paper. I remember how mad I used to get with her because I was so embarrassed. He didn't mind. She used to bribe him to play more for a bigger tip. It was one of those perfect little girl crushes. Complete innocence, unlike the years that followed. Although I never spoke to him, we had mutual friends. So I always had ways of stumbling upon bits of information about his life. I don't know much of him. Over the years I had developed this infatuation for a boy who never even really noticed me. Eventually I grew up. Like we all do in the end. I gave up. I traded my subtle infatuation for real dates and back seats. It became rare that I'd ask about him, because I realized I really just didn't want to know. I mean come on- the boy broke my heart without even knowing it. At some point I found out that he'd packed his shit and headed for British Columbia. I guess maybe that's when I really came to grips with the fact that he was gone forever. Just last month I heard that he's been living in the Northwest Territories for the last year or so. Apparently he's got a cabin up there with no heat or electricity. I'm told that he's working for some huge logging company making a good amount of money that he'll probably never spend. They tell me he doesn't get out much, because he chooses not to. It all kind of makes me wish we'd been friends. He seems like a good guy. That was the back-story. Here is the front-story. After dinner tonight I took the dog for a quick stroll around the neighbourhood. I took the long way home because the air felt really good tonight. I got up to the end of my street and had just about made it around the corner before I noticed this guy walking towards me and smiling. It freaked me out a bit, so I walked a little faster. A few steps later, it hit me. That's him. That's Greg. That's the paperboy. What's he doing home? He doesn't live here. Should I have said "Hi" or something? I turn back to make sure it really is him, and everything is confirmed. He was just walking into his house as I glanced at him. (Ex-house, whatever.) Our eyes met. He knew it was me, and I knew it was him. I'm pretty sure he was smiling because he was remembering the crazy obsessed girl from down the street. There's no way he went all those years without a clue. He looks different. Older. More mature. Stronger. Lonelier. Just different. Long entry with no real punch line, I suppose. I just wanted to write about it. I forget sometimes how fun childhood crushes were. Don't get me wrong- It's not like I "fell in love with him" again. I'm very much in love with Patrick. I just remembered how crazy I used to be about him, and for no real reason, to be honest. Current Mood: excited Current Music: John Legend - Ordinary People (12 Comments |Comment on this)
1:01 am	I was watching Oprah today and some doctor was on talking about proper bowel movements. Seriously, who knew your shit was supposed to be "an S shape" or "a banana shape"? Rather, who wanted to know? Oprah started talking about how excited she gets when she shits in "an S". So all of a sudden I'm looking at my shit now. I mean if Oprah checks out her shit, then why can't I- right? My shit looks like... well, shit. But apparently I've got the shape thing down. I must be doing something right. /rant I hate going to bed with cold feet, but I loathe socks. I can't fucking win. I've got to go in to sign my contract for that new job at 10 am, but I can't sleep yet. [whinewhinefuckingwhine] My throat is still killing me. I left my humidifier on all last night and it seemed to help a little. It's such a pain in the ass having to fill that thing up. My house is old and dry, so the water evaporates really fucking fast. /endrant I bought a colouring book. Seriously. A 22 year old girl that still gets kicks out of cheap colouring books and Crayola markers. How fucking cool is that site? I am so using that Card Creator! Crayola. That's a funny word when you say it over and over. (Go ahead, try.) Okay. I'm fucking useless. I need sleep. Kyill, check it out. Comments. "HOO HAW." Current Mood: restless Current Music: Jamie Scott - Searching (23 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, May 2nd, 2005
9:13 am	My head is going to explode! My throat feels like I have rocks stuck in it. I'd like to chug a cup of boiling water and wash it all away. I've got a "Coffee Talk" for work today. That's where we sit around and complain about the store for a few hours and the managers buy us coffee. At least I'm not working. Leaving for Minnesota in 11 days. Patrick is taking me camping. I told him that we have to go even if it's cold and raining, and he said okay. Haha. I love him. I worked all weekend. It was so busy. They keep cutting hours and keeping the store open late while it gets more and more messy. Then they wonder why we're not making enough. I love the weather today. It's cold and overcast, but it smells fresh outside. I want to put on a windbreaker and walk by the lake, alone. I want to feel the wind abusing my face and making water gather in my eyes. I want to feel my cheeks start to dampen and freeze in the most angelic shade of pink. I want to feel the sting in my lips after licking them too often in the stubborn wind. I want to feel this weather like it's inside me. I want to be this weather today. Current Mood: sore Current Music: Daniel Bedingfield - If You're Not The One
Sunday, May 1st, 2005
12:50 am	Kristina and I are going to visit Saint John, New Brunswick. For absolutely no reason other than the lobster and whale watching. We bought a map of Canada and decided we'd pick somewhere random and start planning our trip. I'm going to Detroit in August for an Eminem concert with my friend Maz. I'm going to come home with bullet holes in my face. I'll ask to keep the bullets as a souvenir. We're staying with my ex-roommate in Windsor for a few days. (I promise not to bleed on your carpet, Andrea. I'll bleed all over Will's bed.) Seeing Patrick in less that 2 weeks. Can't wait. You know, same old. (Insert all that in-love mushy shit here.) Worked today. Working tomorrow. I need to stop buying clothes now. I could probably dress all the kids in Africa with my wardrobe. Maybe even their pets too. I can't wait to shut my eyes tonight. I'm real sleepy. Current Mood: tired
Wednesday, April 27th, 2005
11:43 am	Finally, it's done with. School's out for summer. The weekend with Patrick was wonderful. He's the best birthday present a girl could ever have! I need to go in and sign the contract for that job sometime this week. I'm working tomorrow and Jason wants to go out for my birthday on Friday night. I'm working Saturday, so that should kick my ass pretty bad. I'm going to try to convince him to do it tomorrow instead. I'm so relieved right now that I don't even know what to write. I feel like I should have all these wonderful plans for summer, but I don't. I'm going to lay in the sun and drink beer to my heart's content. I'm going to make sure I get to the cottage more than once, and that I see Patrick as often as I can. Speaking of which. He bought me a flight for my birthday, to go see him in 2 weeks! I'm going to be there from the 12th - 21st. I can't wait. I really love this song, but I'm not sure why. Current Mood: content Current Music: Jeremy Fisher - High School
Monday, April 25th, 2005
7:39 pm	Today is my birthday and all I want is for Patrick to be back in Toronto. I miss him so much already. =( This weekend was wonderful, as expected. He met the family and they all seem to be pretty fond of him. I think he kind of likes them too. He also met Jason, Anthony and Julia because he didn't get a chance to meet them last time. So much to write about, but not really enough time right now. I have a paper to finish tonight and then I'm going to be up at the crack of dawn to go to school and study for my last exam. Tomorrow night at 10 pm I will officially be starting my summer. I can not wait. Current Mood: cold Current Music: Jeremy Fisher - High School
Thursday, April 21st, 2005
5:24 pm	Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Patrick is almost here! He lands in like 3.5 hours. So many things to see, so many people to meet. We're going to Niagara tonight and spending the morning there tomorrow. Then we head back to Toronto to drop our shit off at Lindsays place. From there we'll grab the subway and go to the Jays game! (I haven't been to a Jays game in so many years. I'm excited.) After the Jays game, I'm assuming we'll pour a lot of beer into our faces. Saturday it's Meet the Fockers (part 2... or 3... or whatever?) for lunch. Maybe drinks after lunch with Jason and Anthony. Saturday night we're going to karaoke downtown somewhere. Then comes Sunday and my baby leaves me again. =( Yuck. I still haven't packed. I'm so good at procrastinating! Maybe I should put that on my resume. I'm also still sitting around in my bum clothes. Time to go, go, go! Current Mood: rushed Current Music: Ray Charles - Georgia On My Mind
Wednesday, April 20th, 2005
1:18 pm	I think Old Navy is going to fire me. Oops. My bad. I called in on Monday because I had to finish an essay that was due by Tuesday at noon. I hadn't started yet. I know that it's my fault for leaving it 'till the last minute. I'd rather risk my job at Old Navy than a final essay that is worth 25% of my grade. Anyway, I call in and of course I get the bitch manager. I hate this woman, we always fight. So she starts lecturing me and I had to cut her off and explain to her that me coming in wasn't up for discussion. Whatever. She's mad. I'm mad. We hang up. Yesterday I was in Etobicoke meeting Lindsay for lunch, so I decide to stop at the Old Navy on my way home to see if they have the pants I want. They didn't have the pants, but I found a cute shirt. I get to the register and explain to the girl there that I didn't have my most recent sticker on my employee discount card because they came late to my store. She calls my store to verify that I still work there, and my manager says that since the stickers came in on Monday and I had a shift that day, that I should have picked it up then. So I can't buy the shirt. I know that it's policy and whatever, but I've done it before with no problems. I'm kind of upset. I have a shift tomorrow from 10am - 2pm. So, we'll see how it goes. I actually don't even care if they fire me. I have the other job for the summer, so I'm not concerned. If they honestly think I care more about Old Navy than school, then they need to re-evaluate what they do for a living. It's retail, for christ's sake. Speaking of Christ- the new pope scares me. Just saying. I have my last hockey game tonight at 9pm. It's the championship game. Hopefully we win it all. Patrick is coming tomorrow!!!! I'm so excited. Sucks that I have to work in the morning, but he doesn't get here till 9 at night anyway. I'll still have time to make myself all pretty for him! Haha. I love him so much. I miss him. I can't wait to see him. He's meeting the family on Saturday, and my dad is being a dickhead. He's saying there's a good chance that he can't come to lunch because Mario might have a hockey try-out. Anyway, I'm in an weird mood. I need to go do something. Current Mood: calm Current Music: Gavin DeGraw - Chariot
Monday, April 18th, 2005
9:46 pm	"From Horatio Alger to the Happy Hooker"... errrrrrrrr. What? I hate this essay. Hate it so much I'd like to kill it. Or kill myself. Whatever. My brain hurts, my eyes burn and my ass is numb. Close to 20 pages of bullshit in less than a day, and I'm starting to reconsider why I bother breathing. Fuuuuck. This is me trying to procrastinate but being so burnt out/stupid that I can't even write a brainless journal entry. I'm drinking Jasmine Tea and it's the highlight of my day thus far. It tastes pretty good... Am I seriously writing about how wonderful my tea tastes? I can't. I can't. I can't. I bought new clothes. Right, but what else is new? I bought new shoes. Right, that isn't new either. I need a big glorious cup of coffee. That, and a 12 hour sleep. Once I submit this shit I swear I'll sleep for a day straight. I'm going to be abandoning this journal soon. Not yet, but soon. I want to take a lot of you with me to my new name, I also want to leave a lot of you here. Does anyone read me anymore? Current Mood: drained Current Music: Gavin Degraw - Dreams (12 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, April 15th, 2005
2:00 pm	I've been working on my essay all day. I considered taking my shit outside and trying to get the rough draft done on paper, because it's just that nice out. I can't do that though. I need to do everything on the computer because I'm so finicky about constantly making changes to please myself. I've never been one of those people who could just type the whole essay through and through, then worry about grammar and spelling. I can't take those shitty little green and red lines sprawled across my page. I need to fix everything as I'm writing it. Maybe I have ODC or something. I'm going to try something different with this essay. I'm going to be blunt and to the point without having it get really wordy. I'm one of those asshole pseudo-intellectuals when I write an essay. I try and write beyond my ability, and it usually kicks me in the nuts. I'm never satisfied. The marks aren't as high as I'd like and the essay just really isn't me. Do you think an essay can really be authentically you anyway? Maybe not, but I'm going to try. Patrick will be landing in less than a week. I'm excited and nervous. He's going to be meeting my parents. My mom is crazy and my dad is rude, so I'm a little scared. I think/hope they'll like him. It's just going to take some warming up to him, because after all he resides nearly 1,000 miles away and in another country. I love him and I'm at the point where I'm not concerned about the approval of others. I'm going to try and keep my job at Old Navy all summer while I work at this other place. It's going to be hard, but I need the cash and the clothing discount. Anyway, back to the grind. Journal entries are a great way to procrastinate. Current Mood: cranky Current Music: Tyler Hilton - When It Comes