Another quote i missed

"My dear, a little frog." ~duke

wow...i love moulin rouge.

Kettle One I love you

Fuck you cpa exam cuz you're full of shit.

I'm watching moulin rouge right now and it is fucking fabulous. i've also had a couple drinks.

SO, number one, i love kevin. he told me to not get taken advantage but to go take advantage ok bye. love that kid.

number two, i love vodka and am waiting for joan and jenny to get off work. totally singing by myself. i'm sure i'm SO on key.

number three, moulin rouge has so many freaking good lines in it. (sorry if i butcher these...i'm usually pretty good with the delivery of lines.)

Luckily, right at that moment an unconscious Argentinian fell through my roof.

He's got a huge talent!

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.

fuck...can't think of any more. i'll probably post them as they come about. uh huh.

Nike cleats, you suck.

So I can't really complain because i got my shitty nike cleats for free...but they have given me nothing but problems. I have had them for two years now, and for those two years i randomly get blisters. you think they would've been broken in by now. you fucking cleats.

the best is when you get a blister and then you hop in the shower and it stings like no other. that happened to me about a half hour ago.

i need to resort back to adidas cleats. copas....the only way to go. they are the most attractive cleat and the most comfortable. i miss my copas.

tonite was fun. i played soccer with a bunch of guys on an actual grass field. it's been a loooong time since i've done that. i don't mind playing with guys, for the most part i can hold my own....what i do mind is when guys won't pass it to me. i try to have an unbias opinion. there are three types of players:

1. the players who dribble all the time and never pass anyway. (i don't take offense that they won't pass it to me cuz they're dumb in the first place)

2. the players who dribble at the right time and pass at the right time. (i love you people.)

3. the players that dribble too much because they don't want to pass it to a girl or someone who sucks. (i will take some serious offense if you don't pass me the ball. i probably have better skills than half the guys i play with. pass me the fucking ball.)

i swear to god this guy wasn't passing me the ball because he thinks i suck. i was getting really pissed. fine...go ahead and dribble and lose the ball and look like a bad player..i don't give a shit about you anyway.

so yeah...it was good to get out some aggression....not to mention there were some cute guys out there....

oh...funny thing. there was this ball that went somewhat high in the air and i trapped it with my chest and i heard a couple of guys go "OHHHHHHHHH" like they were thinking it hurt me or they were surprised or something. but it really made me laugh. silly boys...

Serious breakdown.

It's all the little things that started to piss me off and now i lost it. I got teary-eyed yesterday at work because of frustration and today i full on lost it and started crying. i went to the ladies room and couldn't stop. then, with my luck, we have monthly birthday cake today so i had to go in the kitchen with bright red eyes and a bright red face and have everyone sing happy birthday to me. honestly...it's just my luck.

you look back on it and think, why didn't you hold yourself together? but sometimes you just can't help it. and i couldn't.

i walk in the kitchen and a couple people were like, are you alright? and i'm fighting to hold back more tears and brushing it off. i know i've said this before but when i'm flustered, anxious, nervous, etc my neck turns red....usually in splotches. not this time...my entire neck was BRIGHT red. it outlined my necklace which actually looked really funny.

but it's always good to know that people of a higher status than you freak out as well. a girl who has been at our firm for awhile ran into me in the bathroom when i couldn't stop crying and she's just like, one of those days huh? so girls understand. which is helpful.

there was something good that came out of work and it wasn't work related. alex comes up to me and she's like, so my friend kyle wants to meet you. and i'm like, what! i guess she showed him a picture of me and then he was asking her what i was like and whatnot. so that made me giggle.

i have a indoor game in 3 hours and i kinda just want to take a nap. i've had a really emotionally draining day

...and it sucks.

I'm 110% right now

FRIDAY:

It was the day we were going to celebrate my birthday. We, as in me, jenny, joan, & christine, took our celebratory shot before walking to miguels. We also ate a little funfetti before we went too.

We ate, we played apples to apples, and we walked to Captain's Quarters. Speaking of which, for my bday joan gave me a sign that says captain's quarters and it has a skull on it. It's spectacular. And jenny gave me Edward Scissorhands (widescreen!). yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.

The quarters provided a LOT of free alcohol. and jenny played "love & affection" by nelson. that's right...if you know that song....you're almost as cool as pam. on pam's myspace she has a song by stacey Q. that's even crazier than nelson. i love it.

I decided to go to PB with christine and her group of friends. I'm buzzed at this point in time. We go to this new club on garnet....Johnny V. or maybe it's Johnny Q. i don't remember. but it was a really fun club. clean. so christine bought me a shot of tequila. and good tequila not the cheap shit. so the bartender put like a tablespoon of salt of the shot glass. so i licked the ginormous amount of salt, took my shot, and put a lime in my mouth. oh god...stomach was turning. salt is making my feel sick. i tell christine i'll be right back. i walk to the bathroom...look at the enormously long line, walk up to the front of the line, ask the girl if i can go before her, she takes one look at me and my ill looking face and she asks if i'm going to be sick, i say yes, and i go in the next stall and start vomitting everywhere. luckily i made it in the toilet....at least i think so. but i finish and walk out of the bathroom and i'm good to go. i have another drink to get rid of the disgusting taste in my mouth. the first time i've ever puked and rallied. i was quite impressed with myself.

so the bar closes and poor christine had boy drama so i didn't want to shove her in a cab. so i call nick. i love that kid. no questions, he comes and picks our drunk asses up and takes us back to our place.

SATURDAY:

woke up and with a little headache. christine and i went to dennys, i dropped her off at home, and then i sat down on my couch, watched and episode of daria, and passed out until 5pm. so worthless.

i decided to finally get up, took a shower, got dressed, and drove to brent's housewarming party. i freaking LOVE the people from my work. they are a riot and a half. stacey brought the diet coke and captain morgan (the usual). I am so lucky. the people from my work are genuinely nice and naturally funny. so i hung out there and got some free food.

on my way home i called a bunch of people to see if they wanted to hang out and watch a movie....but that kinda backfired.

well nicks here...so it's time to watch shaun of the dead.

Ahem (clearing my throat)

"I'm going to recite my poem for Cloud and Romonica.

A model's what I'd like to be
Looking good comes naturally
Da da da da da da...me."

~Quinn Morgandorffer

It's okay, I speak blonde

My work had a work photo...and i may have blogged about it, I don't remember. But the photographer was a jackass and when he was placing all of us in a nice order, he looks at me and he says, "it's okay, i speak blonde." he was trying to be funny. everyone just goes "oooooh burn." so unprofessional. he made some other inappropriate comments but he started with me.

I don't think I'll have anyone say that to me anytime soon....the blonde is gone. i used to think that i looked better as a blonde but now i'm not so sure. I'll have to get everyone's opinion.

Also, it's really expensive to stay blonde. honestly...with roots growing out and everything you go to your hair place once a month and shell out a gazillion dollars. I am over that shit (well until i get sick of my dark hair).

You know that I appreciate honest opinions...so don't just be nice when you see me. Tell me what you really think.

Thanks!

BeerSmellingSoap

OK, so everyone thinks i was crazy but here i go...

freshman year dorms:
I swear to God the soap in the community bathrooms smells like beer. and i thought it smelled strange before i even knew what beer smelled like.

cpa review course location:
I swear they use the same soap...because when i'm on my break from class i use the restroom and sure enough when i wash my hands....it smells like beer!

any thoughts as to what kind of soap that is?

i'm not making this up!

Remember, Remember the 5th of November

if you know what that's from i love you.

FRIDAY:
was one of the longest days ever. comp'd some time and went jewelry shopping at so good jewelry with raylene. good times.

went to dinner with christine. i hadn't seen her in like over 6 months. she's the cutest thing ever.

came home and helped jenny pack. nick helped.

SATURDAY:
took jenny to the airport at the buttcrack of dawn. went back to bed. woke up to a phone call by jenny. drove back to the airport to drop off her passport. went back to bed.

studied ALLLLLLLLLL day. no joke. there was a break to eat a thanksgiving goodness at shelter island. walked home and studied again. it didn't stop until 9pm when it was time to get ready to go to a costume party.

went to vons to pick up some jager (god knows it's not for me). went to andre's dressed as a quote unquote naughty schoolgirl. met his girlfriend, who is the cutest thing ever, and hung out with a bunch of wasted people. i loved it. i think it was maybe an hour later that it finally hit me and i was sooooooooooo tired and i was ready to go.

went home.....alone.

SUNDAY:
it was hard to wake up this morning...but i did and i started studying. i may be skinny now but i freaking have NO energy. i studied for several hours and then took a nap.

i decided to get some exercise and hopefully that would rejuvenate me enough to study some more. played a pick-up game of soccer and boy was i out of shape. of well.

oh i stopped at walgreens on the way to the game and when i was getting back in my car i was looking in my purse for something and this fucking broad next to me opens her car door and just lets it swing open with no thought that maybe a car is next to her. her door hits my passenger side and she proceeds to go in her car, not realizing that i'm in my car and she didn't even look to see if she left a dent in my door. oh my god you fucking bitch! then as i'm staring at her in compete awe she finally looks over at me and gives me a little smirk. oh no you didn't. karma is going to bite that bitch in the ass and i'm going to laugh. whore.

on the way home i had a craving for an orange chicken bowl from usd. how funny....and i totally got one. and a brownie. so yummy.

now i'm watching can't hardly wait.

time to study...

I really wonder about myself sometimes...

1. I went to look for work shoes because my current shoes make my feet smell. It doesn't help when you take off your shoes and the poor lady bringing you the shoes is down by your feet. so embarassing.

2. I get home and sit down to start studying and i can smell my feet from there. ew, we need to fix this.

3. I step in the bathtub to wash my feet, fully clothed in pj's with the exception of my feet, turn on the water, then out of habit I turn the knob to take a shower. yeah...my clothes we drenched and i laughed at myself.

4. My feet are squeaky clean now.....and so are my pajamas.

5. Dipshit.