Adventures In Dystopia

. . . and in other news . . .

Mon, 01 Jun 2009 22:19:18 GMT

My neighbors have a 7 foot tall pyramid of Sierra Mist cases in their garage. This creeps me out a little for some reason.

Tacos from the little taqueria near my house are quite possibly the best thing ever. Also I believe they may be putting crack in the horchata. I'm strangely ok with this.

My hot redhead friend just got engaged and I'm super excited for her. I'm also super excited for the oppurtunity to destroy her new fiance's soul a little bit when they come to visit in a couple of weeks.

I've become so apathetic towards my job that it's actually beginning to concern me a little, but I'm too afraid of the job market and change to do anything about it right now.

I'm learning that there is very little in this life that doesn't change, the trick is learning to really enjoy things while they last.

There are days when I go outside and it's an absolutely beautiful day and I think to myself "It's stupid expensive, but I'm so glad I live in California". Today is not one of those days.

Wedding planning has stalled a little bit, due entirely to the fact that I'm procrastinating putting together a budget and there's really not much else we can do until I get that done. Damn you financial obligations, I want to get back to the fun stuff!

I have come to the conclusion that the powers that be are toying with my head. It's the only logical explanation for why no one was with me last week when I saw a dude riding a unicycle down Winton.

Off to a good start . . .

Mon, 27 Apr 2009 15:52:58 GMT

Just got called "disgustingly obese" by a co-worker. Gee I love Mondays.

I don't ask for much, and I don't ask often . . .

Tue, 03 Mar 2009 20:31:57 GMT

But I'm asking for help from all of you out there in la-la land. I need your prayers, thoughts, lit candles, or just plain good thoughts, whatever it is that you do, for someone named Marquis Cooper. Those of you who are hard core Raider fans probably know who he is, but for the rest of you here's the story:

http://sports.espn.go.com/nfl/news/story?id=3947949

Why, you ask, is this so important to me? Because Marquis is a childhood schoolmate of mine. I went to junior high and a couple of years of high school with him before I moved to Oklahoma. We weren't friends, not by any stretch of the imagination. I was socially awkward on my best days, while he played football and was cute and popular. But he was one of the very few "popular kids" who wasn't a dick to me. Quite the opposite, he was always kind. He would never huff and puff and make a big show of being embarrassed any time he sat next to me or got put in a group with me by the teacher. He talked to me like a normal person, never treated me like a social paraiah. He was a sweet kid, and I know he grew up to be one of the good guys. So please, whatever kind of help you can offer, he needs it now.

If I could only listen to 1 song for the rest of my life . . .

Thu, 19 Feb 2009 16:58:28 GMT

Dear Insomnia,

Fri, 13 Feb 2009 18:14:13 GMT

Please fuck off and die.

Sincerely,
Leah

Thievery!

Wed, 12 Nov 2008 21:43:37 GMT

Meme thievery, that is.

If you saw me in the back of a police car, what would you think I got arrested for?
Answer me, then if you want, post to your own journal and see how many crimes you get accused of.

It's the end of the world as we know it . . .

Tue, 14 Oct 2008 21:45:37 GMT

http://www.news.com.au/entertainment/story/0,26278,24470874-5007192,00.html

The icing on my crap cake

Mon, 13 Oct 2008 21:11:42 GMT

Reasons why life sucks right now (in no particular order):

1. I had to take a 10% pay cut at work to avoid being laid off

2. Sean's grandmother is coming home in 2 days and we still don't have a new place to live lined up

3. I just found out last week that my grandmother is dying of lung cancer, and I will therefor be spending the day after my handfasting (which just happens to be my birthday) at her bedside . . . in TEXAS!!

So, because things apparently aren't going bad enough for me, I'm now sick as a freaking dog. Fantastic.

Someone up there must love me

Fri, 10 Oct 2008 02:42:55 GMT

Unfortunately she seems to have her hands full since everyone else up there apparently hates me.

Stolen!

Mon, 06 Oct 2008 18:21:03 GMT

. . . from q_immortal

* Grab the nearest book.

* Open the book to page 56.

* Find the fifth sentence.

* Post the text of the next two to five sentences in your journal along with these instructions.

* Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.

"This document is sometimes called an 'Unruh Act' trust deed, or 'Unruh Act' encumbrance. For the 'Amount: $' space, show only the principal amount; do not include any of the 'time price differential' amounts. If there is no assignment contained in the document, then delete the portion of this code."

Taken from the Uniform Title Code and Write-Up Manual, California 1998 Edition
I really shouldn't do meme's at work.

For your shopping pleasure

Fri, 26 Sep 2008 21:17:02 GMT

Due to a recent binge of Martha Stewart-esque crafting, I have decided to open up shop on etsy.com. For those of you who haven't heard of it, it's a site where one can buy and sell original hand made crafts of every variety. I've already created my shop, but have a bit of research to do before I begin selling things. To start with I'll be selling scarves and a few baby afghans that I have crocheted. You can visit my store here: www.blondebomber.etsy.com I'll post again to let you guys know when it's officially up and running.

And we wonder what's wrong with the world today . . .

Thu, 03 Jul 2008 19:05:48 GMT

This is a direct quote from The Teen Study Bible (New International Version):

"When people who aren't married to each other have sex, it's sort of like putting a pet into the microwave."

Wow. Just wow.

The definition of "fail" . . .

Tue, 24 Jun 2008 17:28:08 GMT

. . . it's the middle of June, and I have the flu >.<

Tue, 17 Jun 2008 15:15:06 GMT

I really hate today. Like a lot.

Life altering event of the day

Wed, 28 May 2008 02:56:40 GMT

So I've been neglecting myspace a lot lately. It lost it's thrill long ago. But this evening I was sitting down to a nice game of Diablo II with Sean. Unfortunately he was screwing around on youtube. So, miffed, I decided to check my email and all the random other accounts and internet detritus I have floating about. This, of course, included myspace. I go to my inbox and there's a message there from some girl named Michelle entitled "Sorry to rock your world". I was thisclose to marking it as spam and going about my business, but curiosity got the better of this cat and I opened it. It read "I know that I am your sister. My dads name is Wesley David Rayo. I remember you visiting me when you were a baby. You are the right age. My husband does not think you look to much like me, but I my 15 year old daughter thinks you do.. I know your are my sister. I don't know if our dad told you about me?? But I know about you."

Now I should insert a little bit of back story here. Some of you may know that I grew up as an only child. But what you probably don't know is that I'm actually my dad's 2nd daughter. He was married when he was 18 and she was born when he was 19. Things ended REALLY badly with her mother and he lost contact with her when she was still very small. And yes, her name was Michelle. And yes, my dad's name is Wesley David Rayo.

So I'm reading this message over and over and it's just not sinking in. It must have been the 6th time I read it that the impact of the words finally hit me. And I started sobbing like a retard. So I messaged her back to confirm her suspicions. We've been messaging back and forth for the last hour now. She's apparently married, has 2 daughters, and had a son that passed away at 2 months. Her mother also passed away one year ago today.

I'm so completely flabbergasted. I never expected this, I didn't even think she knew I existed. But to have her seek me out, and want me to be a part of her family has to be one of the most amazing experiences of my life. I'll keep you guys posted on what develops, but I have high hopes.

Fri, 09 May 2008 05:55:21 GMT

Why is it that everything I enjoy invariably ends up being made of fail?

Don't worry, no spoilers here

Fri, 02 May 2008 17:05:34 GMT

When you guys go to see Ironman (because you all should) be sure to stay through the closing credits. You'll thank me later.

Ironman Bitches!!

Tue, 29 Apr 2008 14:54:36 GMT

On the giant screen! Thursday 11:59pm @ Hacienda Crossing. Fucking be there.

It had to happen eventually

Wed, 23 Apr 2008 18:57:57 GMT

Allow me to preface my tale with a bit of background info. My parents, as some of you may know, live in rural Oklahoma. My father works graveyards, and in his spare time he likes to drink. A lot. And when he drinks he tends to get bored, which is when he likes to call me. Yes my father drunk dials me. Often. This leads me to the events of this morning, when he was doing said drinking and decided to do said drunk dialing. But I, like a good little girl, was at work and therefore did not answer my phone any of the 5 times he called me. So he decided to call around to my friends in Oklahoma to see if any of them had talked to me today. They, of course had not, as I have a policy about making social calls at the ass crack of dawn. (I go to work at 7am) At this point he has worked himself up into a drunken panic and decides that it is time to get the police involved as I'm now probably lying in a ditch somewhere bleeding to death. So he calls the Hayward police department, who call me. I, of course, still am at work where my phone is still on silent so I am still not answering it. So they send an officer to my house. That's right, the cops showed up on my doorstep, sending my poor landlord Chris into a bit of a panic himself. He calls me, also getting no answer. Then he calls our roommate Nicole. But Nicole is in San Diego, as this is where she works 4 days out of the week. So all she can do is call me too, and leave yet another panicked voicemail. Oh wait, there is something else she can do. She has maelstrome's number, she can call him. So now he's calling me panicking and freaking out as well. But all anyone in this state knows is that the cops and my dad are looking for me. So in his half awake and allergy-medicated state, maelstrome is plotting our escape to Mexico or Canada. Now remember that all of this is occurring while I'm sitting at work minding my own business and oblivious to all. But then at a little before 9am I decide to take a break. I check my messages and holy shit! So I spend nearly an hour on the phone with my parents, my roommates, my boyfriend, various friends in Oklahoma, and the Hayward police trying to get this straightened out. Now I'm looking for the hidden cameras, because if this isn't some sort of prank it should be.

I need a vacation from my life

Tue, 22 Apr 2008 06:07:37 GMT

Work is admittedly stressful right now, but that really isn't the issue. I work my 8 hours a day and leave that crap there. It's everything else that I have stacked up in what little free time I have right now. Looking at my calendar today I realized that I'm completely booked every weekend for the next month at least, not to mention moving twice. Now I realize that most of this I have brought on myself, what with Rocky and Faire, but Jesus Henry Christ why the hell can't we have an 8th day just to sleep?!?

Oh yeah, cuz I'd fill it up with more crap to do.

To Whom It May Concern:

Mon, 21 Apr 2008 16:48:53 GMT

You do not pay me enough to put up with this shit.

Sincerely,
Leah

It's 8am . . .

Fri, 18 Apr 2008 15:09:19 GMT

. . . and today is already made of fail.

Huh?

Fri, 04 Apr 2008 06:52:12 GMT

I don't think I've ever been so puzzled by a conversation in my life. And I thought women were confusing.

Sleep? What is this sleep of which you speak?

Mon, 31 Mar 2008 10:41:08 GMT

I had the joy of waking up to a migraine this morning. Yey. So, of course, I spent all day in bed. Sleep has always been the only cure for these damn things. So my head stopped trying to split itself apart at around 10ish. Phew. But now a new problem strikes: I've spent pretty much all day sleeping, so now I can't fall back asleep. And I have to get up at 6am for work. Fuck. Not to mention we have some corporate-y type coming to train in our office, so I have to get up and put on the professional face, and dozing off at my keyboard is a no-no. Double fuck. Time to make friends with the coffee pot.

And in other news . . .

Fri, 28 Mar 2008 01:28:48 GMT

I have come to the conclusion that I am a highly underpaid babysitter. And no, I don't babysit my coworkers. I babysit my boss. Correction; we babysit our boss. Day in and day out xxxvxxx and I do the woman's job for her, and yet are paid 1/3 of what she makes. And now the woman has actually had the cojones to ask if I would consider relocating to SoCal. Riiiiiiiiiiiight. Southern California. On the peanuts you people pay me. I swear she's going to try and sell me a bridge next. So alas, the job quest continues. </rant>

The highlight of my day; the sparkly new icon xxxvxxx made for me. Cuz she knows how much I like shiny things.