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Sep. 14th, 2010

Scott Pilgrim

New Friends

Whoa, it looks like I have quite the amount of friends now. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself so I can get to know you?

Sep. 10th, 2010



It's a quiet day in the town of Montgomery, Alabama. The Five Guys restaurant is flourishing with its usual busybody customers. I notice we are in dire need of lemons because everyone here, for some reason, loves ice tea with a lemon.

I grab the lemon tray and head back towards the fridge. I check the dates, and as I'm unfoiling one of the containers, I look to my left to see my coworker standing at the fridge door with a grin on his face. Not one of those "Oh, I'm just a happy person and this is a happy day so I'm putting on my happy face" grins. This was more like the, "I'm going to do something terrible to you and I'm grinning because it's already funny" type grins. And then the fridge door closes...

Let me stress this. Who's idea was it to invent a walk-in fridge with no door handle on the inside? I picture the people who created this death box are giggling around a long, square cherry oak table in business suits, whispering to each other, "Let's only put a handle on the outside so the silly bloke locks himself in and gets the sniffles from the cold."

Luckily for me, the door didn't close all the way. But what is this? The bastard has scooted an eight foot rack with all of our cleaning supplies in front of the door. And he's laughing, he's laughing, he's laughing, he's...leaving. I sit there with my arms crossed, half-expecting him to come open the door and giggle at the terrible face I'm making. But then he doesn't come back.

I grab my cell phone out from inside my pocket. Crap. Not only does this fridge not have a handle on the inside, but it's also thick enough to block cell phone service. It doesn't matter, because I don't have my own work number saved in my phone. I try calling my boyfriend first. He's in the room next to me, wrapping burgers. No answer. I call my manager. No answer. I finally call the manager's wife to call the store and tell them I've been the victim of a terrible joke. The phone is crackling up a lot and she can't hear me. I give up and text Thomas, "IAN LOCKED ME IN FRIDGE. REALLY COLD. SMELLS LIKE LEMONS. HALP."

At some point, I wonder if any of my five coworkers stop and go, "Why isn't Lee cleaning the lobby?"

Finally, Thomas checks his messages fifteen minutes later and him and the manager open the fridge door to find a very cold Lee standing there. He looks at me and I go, "...I called you. Where did you think I was?"

"Well, to be honest, all of us thought you were taking a dump in the bathroom."

Great. :l All the employees think I have heavy bowels.

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Sep. 9th, 2010

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2001 Ford Ranger

Here is my latest project. My friend, Ashlee, asked for a replica of her 2001 Ford Ranger. Instead of using colored clay (I figured this one would need a lot of kneading and molding, and a color like yellow typically shows up dirt really well), I used white clay and I'm going to paint over it after it bakes with Ceramcoat. At least, that is what I was told to use. This is the finished mold of the white clay. It's a little skinny, but that's okay. I'm probably going to stick a toothpick through it to make the shape hold since it's long. It'll keep the end product from breaking.

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Doritos: Late Night Cheeseburger

So, this commercial. Girl gets into a cab, looks like a regular, busy day in downtown New York or something. All of a sudden, she opens a bag of Doritos and the hobo ghetto guy beside the cab turns into a disc jockey, the cars suddenly look cooler, such and such. She then pops out in her frisky black dress and hits the club where it is suddenly night time and cool.

I'm just going to say, first of all, Dorito bags are not the Ocarina of Time. They are not subject to change the sudden time of day. Second of all, if you're eating Doritos, your fingers are going to get the Cheeto effect (Effect where upon cheese dust becomes attached to the finger prints and does not let go, no matter how much you lick or suck. No pun intended). Then you're going to wipe it all over your dress. Don't eat Doritos before you go clubbing. Third...WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU BRING A BAG OF DORITOS TO THE CLUB? You're going to be there for three, maybe four at the most hours. If you bring a bag of Doritos, guys will assume you are a fat ass. Are you going to dance with those Doritos in your hands? What happens if the Miley Cyrus song comes on? Do you put your Doritos in the air and say, "Yeah?". Because that is not part of the Miley Cyrus song.

In real life, this girl is 203lbs. She's wearing a stretchy, black cotton dress by Just My Size. Just...leave your Doritos at home.
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Animal Shelter

I went to visit the animal shelter today and they were just bringing in some of the new cats that had been neutered.

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Yeah, they're cute. :]

Sep. 8th, 2010



I literally slept until 9:00PM today after I was let off from work early. Just went home and passed out. Thomas wakes me up and asks me if I want to sneak into the movies with him and Ian to see Machete. To be honest, I was thinking, "Alright, this movie is going to such leprechaun balls, but if I can get some free nacho cheddar popcorn and a large drink out of this, I'll sit through this two hour shit of a movie."

0073. Go to the movie theater twenty times this year. [1/20]

This was by far one of the funniest movies I have seen this year. I mean, not my favorite movie of the year (because that's Scott Pilgrim), but if I had the money, I'd definitely go to see it again. Danny Trejo is such an ugly motherfucker and he gets so much ass in this movie. He gets ass as an illegal immigrant. And he uses someone's intestines to swing across buildings and shit. What the fuck? Oh well. Props to Troublemaker Productions on this one. And if the credits weren't lying, I really hope there is a Machete Kills and Machete Kills Again production.

I've been working my ass off on ChaCha between having to sleep, shower, and work. I can't work as much as I'd like to, but I'll find out if it's worth it when the 2nd of next month rolls around. As far as the donation site goes, today I made $63.76. I'm waiting to get my first paycheck so I can pay my bills and then I'll be able to make a real estimate of how much will be left over to put into my bank account.

Oh, and here are two of the charms I made to sell, but these particular ones aren't for sell. They're for my friend, Syd. We're both pretty big Potter nerds. In this picture, the one on the right isn't finished yet, but I just finished it about two hours ago and glazed it. It looks great, to be honest. I can't wait to make more and put them on Etsy.com. I haven't decided how much to sell them for. About $10.00 should do. If you can't tell, it's the Golden Snitch and the original Dark Mark (not the movie version, but the cover art version for the book).

Sep. 7th, 2010

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Vanilla Cupcakes


• 2 cups all purpose flour
• 1 1/2 cups sugar
• 3 teaspoons baking powder
• 1/2 teaspoon salt
• 4 egg whites from large eggs
• 1/2 cup shortening
• 1 cup 2% milk
• 2 large eggs
• 1 1/2 teaspoon vanilla

Vanilla Cupcake Recipe Directions

  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.  Line cupcake pans with paper liners.
  2. Combine flour, sugar, baking powder, salt, shortening, milk and vanilla  in a large mixing bowl.  Mix at low speed for 2 minutes.  Scrape bowl.  Add egg whites and mix at high speed until fluffy and smooth, approximately 2 minutes.
  3. Fill liners 1/2 to 2/3 full of batter.  Do not overfill.  Bake 20 to 25 minutes or until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean.
  4. Cool 10 minutes in pans then remove from pan, and place on wire racks to cool completely.
  5. Frost and decorate your vanilla cupcakes as desired.
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Books I Want To Read

 I'm going to fill this in later.

Sep. 6th, 2010

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Books I Have Read

This doesn't even cover a fifth of it, but I'm really lazy to post them all at once.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
City of Bones by Cassandra Clare
City of Ashes by Cassandra Clare
City of Glass by Cassandra Clare
The Ruins of Gorlan by John Flanagan
The Burning Bridge by John Flanagan
The Icebound Land by John Flanagan
Oakleaf Bearers by John Flanagan
The Sorcerer in the North by John Flanagan
The Siege of Macindaw by John Flanagan
Erak's Ransom by John Flanagan
The Kings of Clonmel by John Flanagan
A Million Little Pieces by James Frey
Looking for Alaska by John Green
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon
Dead Until Dark by Charlaine Harris
Living Dead in Dallas by Charlaine Harris
Club Dead by Charlaine Harris
Dead to the World by Charlaine Harris
Dead as a Doornail by Charlaine Harris
Definitely Dead by Charlaine Harris
All Together Dead by Charlaine Harris
From Dead to Worse by Charlaine Harris
Dead in the Family by Charlaine Harris
Wicked Lovely by Melissa Marr
The Life of Pi by Yann Martel
Twilight by Stephenie Meyer
New Moon by Stephenie Meyer
Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer
Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer
The Host by Stephenie Meyer
King Dork by Frank Portman
Under the Dog, Under the Wolf by Adam Rapp
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone by J.K Rowling
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J.K Rowling
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by J.K Rowling
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J.K Rowling
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by J.K Rowling
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince by J.K Rowling
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J.K Rowling
Spud by John Van de Ruit
It's Kind of a Funny Story by Ned Vizzini

Sep. 5th, 2010

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I really used to just stand in Books-A-Million and stare at all the nice books and be like, "SHIT I WISH I WASN'T POOR." But now I have this awesome job at Five Guys (technically, I wouldn't call it awesome. I have great hours, but the work is made up of keeping yourself busy when there is nothing to do.) I haven't made a paycheck yet, but I've been getting twenty-five hours a week, which is $181.25 for me. Minus about $60.00 in taxes, and my paychecks are lookin' in the $300.00 range. I only need $80.00 to pay my phone bill monthly and $200 a check to make it to New Orleans. That leaves me with $60, which I'll probably put back into my bank until after the trip with Dad. I'm really glad I don't have to ask for donations since I got the job. I was feeling pretty shitty about it, to be honest. I mean, putting back that much money is going to put me in a bind with all these new bills coming our way (car insurance, rent, my car insurance, and my gas for the extra car, and probably Thomas' phone added to my plan after his contract ends with his mom's). Eek, I still have a lot of money from the donations. I haven't spent a dime of it (would feel like shit if I used it for something other than what it is for), so that's good.

After work yesterday, Ash, which is a guy I just recently met about two-three days ago was feeling depressed, so I took one of the movies I had just bought to his house and made him Hamburger Helper to cheer him up. I want to just go ahead and smile while I add a notch in my list. If the friend Krista introduced me to stays in contact and we hang out, I'll add her, too.

0048. Meet new people who stay in contact [1/6]

Unfortunately, they took Scott Pilgrim out of the movie theaters here, so I have to change 0064. See Scott Pilgrim five times in theaters. [2/5]
to 0064. Watch Scott Pilgrim five times. [2/5]. Sad day. :[

After this post, I'm going to post three updates; one of them will be a recipe for a plain cupcake, one is my list of books I want, and the third is the list of books I have read. But I'm going to do this tomorrow. Thomas is getting itchy to get into bed since we both work at 9:00am tomorrow and it's getting late.

Also, I've made $2.14 on ChaCha so far. At this rate, that's an extra $30.00 a month. Not bad for just sitting at the computer, answering shitty questions that are all similar to, "HAY WANNA SUCK MY DIX?"

Also, at Five Guys, we get a free meal every day that we work five hours. Here you go, grilled cheese with bacon:

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