Oh, these things... they ruin me.

I'm bored and have time to kill before work, so what the hell...


A. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning.

B. Each player lists 6 facts/habits about themselves.

C. At the end of the post, the player then tags 6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

1. If I'm in an airport in a new place and I have no idea where I'm going I will use a foreign accent so that people won't think I'm an ignorant American.

2. I hate when people use the word 'party' as a verb.

3. Sometimes I go days without sleep or food on accident... It's bad, I know.

4. I love my family and friends so much it actually hurts.

5. I have a flash temper that is easily set off by stupidity and I can be very cruel to anyone who makes an ignorant comment.

6. I am a massive fan of the films.

I'm not going to tag anyone. I'm sorry. looooove you.

-Can't think of anything witty in particular for the title...

For the longest time I've had... little lies that I slip into from situation to situation. When I say lies, I don't mean I tell them- I mean I become them. It's like a pair of shoes or dress for each occasion that I don because I want certain people to view me in a certain way. This has lent itself to some rather annoying set backs though. Because by doing this I've unintentionally created expectations in others for me to always act that way (I hope this makes sense), and it can get very tiresome to live up to those expectations.

Right now, is one of those days where all I'm thinking is, "Fuck all! I just want to be a buttercup."

This is, selfish of me to think, because I know that I'm not the only human being on the planet who acts this way, everybody does. Everybody I've ever met has different acts they put on around different people. It's normal.

GReat

I really have nothing to day right now...

I just felt like blogging.

Ignore this post.

poopy

yeeeeah, I can't get rid of this blog. I'm too attached to it.

I'll just have to post things on my myspace, facebook and this....

grrr.

...

I think the time has finally come when I say farewell to this blog....

It's going to take several days, because I need to transfer all my blogs over to either my myspace profile or my facebook profile, but it has been decreed:

I, JESSAMYN SVENSSON WILL NEVER USE THIS BLOG AGAIN SO...

GOOD-BYE,
SO LONG,
...and good luck?

Kick Freaking Ass

watch. enjoy.

Boo! Hiss! Down in Front!

This week's Coodos goes to:
CONSIDERATE MOVIE-GOERS
Thank you for speaking politely when ordering your food at the consessions stand.
Thank you for not blaming us when our inventory is out of stock (it really isn't our fault, y'know).
Most of all...
Thank you for cleaning up after yourselves and not leaving your used garbage all over the theatre floors (especially on Sundays when there is only one of us cleaning the theatre!!!)

This week's Slap on the Wrist goes to:

The Die Hard Crowd.
 
Don't get me wrong, everyone knows that Bruce Willis + Guns = AWESOME, but seriously folks, everytime I've had to clean a Die Hard theatre, it has never failed to be the messiest.

I know that I'm gettng paid to clean, but that doesn't mean I'm walking around with a "throw-your-shit-EVERYWHERE-and-please-don't-worry-about-it-because-it's-my-job-to-clean" sign across my forehead! SO
Please, for the love of GOD...

Clean up after yourselves!!!

Camp Granada: The Complete Lyrics

Hello muddah, hello faddah
Here I am at Camp Granada
Camp is very entertaining
And they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining.

I went hiking with Joe Spivy
He developed poison ivy
You remember Leonard Skinner
He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner.

All the counselors hate the waiters
And the lake has alligators
And the head coach wants no sissies
So he reads to us from something called Ulysses.

How I don't want this should scare ya
But my bunkmate has malaria
You remember Jeffrey Hardy
They're about to organize a searching party.

Take me home, oh muddah, faddah
Take me home, I hate Granada
Don't leave me out in the forest where
I might get eaten by a bear.
Take me home I promise I will not make noise
Or mess the house with other boys.
Oh please don't make me stay
I've been here one whole day.

Dearest faddah, darling muddah,
How's my precious little bruddah
Let me come home, if you miss me
I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me.

Wait a minute, it's stopped hailing.
Guys are swimming, guys are sailing
Playing baseball, gee that's better
Muddah, faddah kindly disregard this letter.