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AliciaDaSmarmy
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Name: Alicia
Location: nacogdoches, Texas, United States
Birthday: 2/7/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: I like theatre,music(although I cannot play or sing), karate, socks, reading, science, science fiction, old television/ old movies/ old cars/ old people....
Expertise: I'm really good at procrastination but I wouldn't say I'm an expert...although, I'm probably an expert screw up.
Occupation: Retired
Industry: Hospitality
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  rediculousaj
MSN: smartellic_87@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  weasleygroupie
Member Since:
8/3/2004
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| So, I'm in beautiful Keystone Colorado. I'm having a nice relaxing
time, even if this little resort town is too touristy for me.
Tonight we went to dinner at an "Authentic Irish Pub." I had the fish
and chips... it was good...but not as good as say... Beshoff's in
Ireland. The pub was decorated in Guinness and Jameson stuff and
pictures of Dublin and Irish countryside. They even had some old
roadsigns with the gaelic on them... but there were just some things
that weren't quite right...So I've compiled a list.
Dead giveaways that the Cala Inn Pub is not an "Authentic Irish Pub"
1. Too much room to walk around.
2. Air conditioning.
3. Advertised Guinness and Jameson and not Bud or Miller.
4. Beer cost less than five dollars.
5. Hearing only one accent that sounded foreign to me. (She was from Delaware lol)
6. Ketchup on the tables.
7. Nearly everyone had brown eyes.
8. Multiple advertisements for Black & Tans.
9. A large Union Jack.
10. A man drinking his Guinness before it was good and ready. (I wanted to point and laugh)
11. Smithwick's pronounced correctly instead of 'Smiddicks.'
12. Ice in my coke.
13. Not getting a funny look when I only asked for coke.
14. Refills.
15. Not in Ireland. (I'm so perceptive)
I miss Ireland. That pseudo Irish Pub made me miss it...I want to call
it homesick but I don't live there... a problem I can remedy. 
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So today started out rough...
I woke up when my alarm
went off and then said "Eff that" when my ovaries decided to
explode...so I took a vicodin and went back to sleep and was pretty
much a lazy ass all day... Then I went to stage movement at 3... Sword
fighting is fun...but not when you are on drugs... I kinda died a
little in stage movement, honestly, and kinda sat out for the last
half...
But! Rehearsal made my day fabulous.... because I heart
puppet people....and sewing... and I got to listen to Bob Dylan and
discuss David Bowie's bulge...
I'll leave you with this....
Hugs are good for the soul.
Hugs are better when you don't have to ask for them.
Hugs are best when you don't smell like an ape.
kiss-kiss,
Bette Davis Alicia | | |
| So, I went to the doctor last Friday as planned. I get to keep my ovaries. Huzzah! (I will just hurt forever until I get them removed. Boo!) Which makes me wonder about the future. Not that I am in any way expecting marriage or kids ever, but is it gonna be hard to have children if I do end up a completely normal suburban housewife? Feh. That whole scenario is a little far fetched for me.
Pregnancy is such a weird idea anyway...I want to know what it's
like...I mean not that I wanna have kids....just be pregnant....just
for a little while... I mean, you could get away with so much stuff...
Yelling at the bank teller- "I am just sick and tired of you being so mean to me! *sobs* You think I'm fat!!!"
I mean that is psychotic stuff...and you get away with it because you have a huge lump on your abdomen....that's awesome.
I think I want to live more than once.... I'll finish out this life
the way I am right now, and the next time around I'll start out life as
a little girl who is Easy-Bake Ovened and Barbied into being the desirable suburban housewife who vacuums in heels and who doesn't like football and cars.... I'm such a man.
If you read all of this you deserve a cookie or two...
Here's an odd quote from today...
"I'm bleeding but I like it!"- Chad
Alicia | | |
| - Getting BetterSpring break was just what the doctor ordered...literally.
I spent all my time at doctor's appointments and clinics and getting tests run and filling prescribtions...
I'm also kinda deaf right now because both of my ear drums burst.
I got to sleep and take lots of pills... it was fab.
I feel closer to my old self again... instead of
the crazy lady I was for the first half of the semester. I've just had
so many random things go wrong medically....so many scary
possibilites....and taking SO many pills. I've never been so dependant
on drugs in my life. They make me crazy. But hopefully I will be back
down to just vitamins and birth control soon.
I feel so much better. I sleep at night (except for last
night 'cause I was a little ill). I'm happy most of the time(although,
that's partly the drugs). I can focus on something for more than a
minute now. My ankle is healing up nicely. The weather lately has been
beautiful. I love walking around listening to my Beatles albums and
reflecting on life. I take the long way to class, and instead of
bolting out the door, I leave in enough time to enjoy the day. I'm a
real friggin' hippie. lol
I have a doctor's appointment on Friday and I think I
should be nervous, but I'm not. They're either going to give me good
news or bad news and either way I can't change the out come. And even
if I get the bad news, life goes on.
This semester has been a real struggle, but it's taught me a few things:
1) I am stronger than I thought.
2) I need people more than I realized.
3) I love late night Whataburger trips.
Back to her old self,
Alicia
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| - Coin Operated Boy
"When you're drowning, you don't say, 'I would be incredibly pleased if
someone would have the foresight to notice me drowning and come and
help me.' You just scream." --John Lennon
...I need a good scream.
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