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August 30, 2006
well hello dolly
Updating is starting to feel more like a chore then a privilege. It’s not that I don’t love you guys (I do)…I just…am incredibly busy I suppose.
I’m working my nuts off, which is extremely bad considering I don’t have any. I am financially fucked because of my car crash, and if you don’t know about that, don’t ask. I started classes, which were incredibly boring, I have NO real life friends, and I’m attempting to move out of my parents house on my meager wages. I’m ready to throw in the towel.
I’m also trying to get freelancing jobs because I’m broke. If any of you need or know someone that needs graphic design work done EMAIL ME BITCHES. CHECK OUT MY PORTFOLIO: B-43.COM because you fucking love me, right?
Oh and if you know anyone who has a room to rent out let me know too, somewhere near Baltimore perhaps, or south in Anne Arundel Co, would be best.
Love me.
Posted by west at 01:58 PM | Comments (1)
August 23, 2006
naked, and cold, and too hungry to cry
Bloody hell it’s my birthday. It snuck up on me.
From my parents I got a Star Wars birthday Card that sings the theme to me when I open it up. I proceeded to spill water all over it and now it only semi works.
I got a $350 gas tank for my car, because mine leaks all over the place. Woohoo.
I’m at work, staring at a screen, trying to figure out what I’m going to do with my life.
My best friend got in a 5 car pile up on 100 yesterday. So if you saw a mess of cars, that was her. No one was terribly hurt, just bruises, scrapes, and some bad whiplash, but the cars are FUBAR ‘D
My sister, the all empowering voice that she is, has suggested that I write all my goals down on a piece of paper. The only problem is I don’t have any goals. Really I don’t. I know I don’t want to be ‘here’, but I don’t know what else there is. I’ve been told countless times that my life seems eccentric and interesting, but I’m telling you know it isn’t. People are the same everywhere, so whether you’re recording at a studio, or waitressing at a Friendly’s, it’s all the same. Just a change of surroundings, not a change of the problem.
Posted by west at 12:35 PM | Comments (3)
August 22, 2006
revamp
So my boss told me actually NOT to work. HA, I love it.
Basically we're keeping the fact that I'm doing some marketing on the down-low, cause the people we hired would get pissy. There's some kind of meeting today, and I keep getting this feeling that I should be more involved. But I am on the bottom of the totem pole and I can respect that....but only for so long.
I'm thinking about revamping this blog. It needs a little...end of summer pick me up. I mean I am an F'ing graphics designer for fucks sake, so this place should show it of!
What do you think? I need your guys opinion....
White and black, clean lines? Cool typography and short line hights?
Autumn pretty colors? Leaves and reds and shit?
90's grunge feeling? Paper and black drawn lines? Stains and rips?
Whaddya think?
God I hate playing little Ms. Secratary. I'm a BLODDY DESIGNER. Maybe I should go somewhere where my talents would be more appreciated.
Maybe I'm being egotistical, and should appriciate what I have.
Maybe I should go outside and smoke so many cigerettes I see the face of God.
Posted by west at 03:08 PM | Comments (5)
August 16, 2006
t. s. elliot hates you
I’d write, and rewrite posts over and over again, planning to upload them all week, however, I’d always delete them immediately afterwards. I couldn’t in good conscience, post that emo pile of crap about, how I’m having a hard time finding myself, or how the world stops spinning, I’m numb and dull, and emotionless, and blah blah blah.
They went on and on, and no one needs to be subjected to that load of bull. So, you move past it, and you get up and go to work, and everything’s right with the world again.
I’m a go have a cigarette now.
Posted by west at 10:06 AM | Comments (4)
August 14, 2006
Brooke. My name is Brooke.
Posted by west at 09:25 AM | Comments (3)
August 08, 2006
girly fluffy boy talk entry
So I've gotten atleast 18,364,327,862 requests to talk about my date so here it goes.
He met me at my house and he looks nothing like I remember. He's trendy emo hotness, but dosn't like it when I call him that. We went for coffee, then a drive around Annapolis, finaly ending up at Record and Tape traders. Such an indie kid.
Then we went to Barns&Nobles and had MORE coffee. He took me home, we said bye.
Nothing happened.
:(
But he IMed me that night (soooo generation y, eh?) He came over my house yesterday to 'celebrate' my lisence-getting, adn he met my parents. Again, nothing happened.
I cant tell if he's just being gentlemanly, shy (he was really fat and had no self esteem or girlfriends), or is just not that into me.
:(
Posted by west at 01:29 PM | Comments (3)
*crash*
Yes, yes ladies and gentlemen, the ride is over. I have indeed, aquired my lisence.
So I went to go take the test Saturday. And Failed.
*hmmmmph*
I was almost done the test too! I had even parallel parked, in one mother fucking time! But nooooooo, I had to back out over a cone. Not just tapped the damn thing, I crushed it into oblivion -_-'
So as a cried on the way home, I realized my permit was due to expire Tuesday. As in...today. So mom and I skipped work Monday and waited in line at the MVA to renew my permit for the second time...
Now the MVA does it's driving tests by appointment only, but I decided to go raise hell a little bit and see if they cold fit me in for my second test before the end of the week. The lady told me to get my paperwork (which was convieniently at home) and haul ass back there to take the test within the hour.
And whaddya know, I did it. And passed mofo. Oh and I was next in line to take the test and I had to pee so bad. I hopped outta my car and ran like hell, and still made it in time...LOL)
And I had the same testing dude! I was pissed.
Then I got to wait in line for about 4 hours to get my beautiful waste of plastic. *sigh*
And my first driving-by-myself experience happened to be at night....in the rain....someone has it out for me, I sware...
*this entrey not spell checked....cause I'm lazy asshole....get over it...*
Posted by west at 10:09 AM | Comments (2)
August 04, 2006
best song ever
I'm proud to be an American
Where I get 5 mpgs
Though I live alone the car I own
Could seat, ahundred three
And I'll proudly park so close to you
Than when you look out you can't see.
No I'll never trade my Escalade!
God Bless my SUV!
- The Capital Steps
Posted by west at 03:37 PM | Comments (1)
August 01, 2006
sing about it
Why is it that if you don't like that song "I'm proud to be an American, Where atleast I know I'm free." you're automatically labled a terrorist.
Seriously...thats what someone called me.
I think a patirot dosnt have to paint themselves in red white a blue, and love everyone in office, to love their country.
You can show your patriotism by using the rights you were given to begin with. Speak freely, and question constantly.
Have you noticed how people are afraid to speak up latley? Like some guys in suites are gonna come knock on your door.
Christ. The whole reason we're here is to really know we're free. Not just freedom for the ones who sing about it.
Posted by west at 06:26 PM | Comments (3)