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[Dec. 6th, 2003|09:03 pm] |
if anyone wants to know my new screenname on here, just let me know and i might just tell you.
Thank you, Matt, for letting me use your code. |
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[Dec. 5th, 2003|12:55 am] |
i'm getting rid of "alexxia" as my screenname on here. FINALLY! i've been wanting to do this for awhile now (mostly since day 1 on this thing) because it's lame to have my name as my screenname. i think what happened was last minute i typed that in not thinking i'd be stuck with it forever...
anyone out there want to donate their "invite code" to me? I apparently used my only one, and it costs $15 to switch my screenname. |
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[Nov. 21st, 2003|11:19 pm] |
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| | England--Room With a View | ] | it's been awhile since i've posted, so i thought i might update. i've been very much considering moving back home (that is, after the lease is up). the only thing hesitating me is school--credits transferring. i've had such horrible luck with all that... i feel like i should just stick it out here another year and get all my prereqs finished down here. but i'm so miserable here. i mean, the only thing going good for me is school (grades, that is). everything else is as shitty as it comes.
i feel like i'm losing touch with everyone... |
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[Nov. 5th, 2003|10:10 pm] |
i've discovered a painting of mine on Burkhart's website. if you're interested, go to www.burkhartstudios.com and go into art gallery and then artists, you'll see a shitty pic of me. click on me to make me disappear and you'll see a painting i did during my isolation period when i spent most of my days painting with Fred Burkhart. or simply go to this: http://www.burkhartstudios.com/gallery/painters/leal.htm and it takes you straight there... the painting's still on display in Burkhart's studio, if anyone ever wants to go there and check it out.(address is on the website) i miss that place... |
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[Oct. 31st, 2003|11:58 pm] |
jaqui passed this along and i'm passing it even more. so sue me...
01: what is your first memory of me: 02: how long have we been friends: 03: tell about one memory we share together: 04: describe me in four adjectives: 05: if we could spend a day together what would we do: 06: name one thing you really don't like about me: 07: name one thing you really do like about me: 08: if you could give me a gift what would it be: 09: have we ever gotten in a fight & about what: 10: have we ever hugged: 11: have we ever danced with each other: 12: have you ever seen me cry: 13: have i ever offended you: 14: what is something embarrassing that i've done: 15: what do i usually look like when you see me: 16: what do i say all the time\whats my catch phrase: 17: do you think we will be friends in 5 years: 18: do you think i am bitchy: 19: has there been anything you wanted to tell me, but didn't: 20: what advice would you give me, in general: 21: wanna make out: 22: suggest a band / cd for me to listen to: 23: is there a song that reminds you of me: |
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[Oct. 24th, 2003|10:24 pm] |
so i am having a fundraiser... please feel free to donate money to the "no-one-is-hiring-right-now-and-there's-collectors-on-lexi's-ass-foundation" |
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[Oct. 22nd, 2003|12:27 pm] |
my mom asked me if i wanted to move back home... this is the first time she ever brought up moving back since we've moved here (she's been trying to convince herself that this place is better). so, i dont know...we'll see what happens. but i'm glad she has that idea in her mind now. we're both miserable here... |
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| weird creepy guy |
[Oct. 17th, 2003|12:46 am] |
i got hit on by a mentally disabled guy at the bus stop today. not fun. he's a VERY creepy old guy. i mean, he's got the whole greased out, comb-over thing going on. the THICKEST glasses you ever saw! and he had this huge cooler sitting next to him on the bench.
And, you know, I'm nice to people like that, but something about him made me very uncomfortable from the start (as i later found out was a very correct instinct!)
He asked me if i had a boyfriend and i laughed. then he asked me what my name was and i said "martha." (dont ask me why) he said he was going to the Millhopper Square stop (i dont know why he told me this) but stayed on the bus all the way to my school and followed me out of the bus (and was staring at me during the whole bus ride, might i add, so I moved to the back of the bus.)
I was at the smokers hut (my school's nonsmoking, along with EVERYTHING here in florida!) and he somehow saw me from afar and was yelling "MARTHA! MARTHA!" haha Everyone was like "what the hell's wrong with that guy? Who's Martha?" Before I had a chance to explain, I jetted to the closest building and ran into the bathroom. I was all scared he'd be outside the door, so i peaked out, and THANK GOD I lost him! heh
yeah, so...I'm a bit disturbed. :\
i wonder if that cooler had some chick's bodyparts in it or something... |
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| kleenex is my friend |
[Oct. 12th, 2003|07:55 pm] |
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that was me today. it fucking sucks! i have a huge anatomy test tomorrow night, and the only time i can study is inbetween sneezing attacks, coughing attacks, and random naps. i feel like someone beat the shit out of me. i'm trying to get rid of this thing WITHOUT meds because i dont feel like studying all this intense shit being high and loopy on dextromethorphan or pseudophedrine.
i was planning on getting a flu shot this week, but now i cant. this better not fucking turn into the flu!
someone pass me some tea. |
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| shoot me then |
[Oct. 7th, 2003|10:54 pm] |
i got in a rather rough argument about guns today in my english class. it's apparent EVERY person in the state of Florida owns a gun. i swear, in every class i've had so far, SOMEONE brings up guns in some way or another. and i frown and ask "why"... and they all chuckle and spit. |
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| observing my LJ patterns |
[Oct. 7th, 2003|10:45 pm] |
so apparently I cant go on here and write haphazard thoughts without getting my head bitten off by an english major (or poetry critic...WHATEVER you are, "anonymous"). [referring to last entry and comments]
i didnt feel like writing a boring long entry like i end up doing usually...
it's interesting how my short entries get comments. whereas the longer ones usually don't. hmmm |
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| eating books |
[Oct. 5th, 2003|07:49 pm] |
my computer is sick right now.
i'm sick of sock-monkeys.
i'm eating my books.
coffee swims in my veins.
i need an eraser. |
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| i am a grand loser |
[Oct. 1st, 2003|01:02 pm] |
i'm so fucking miserable right now... ARRRRGH I HATE FLORIDA! well, it's not just that. it's the fact that I have 5 VERY large bills I need to pay somehow with the $8 I have right now. My mom really doesnt want to help me and my dad's TOTALLY out of the question... It's IMPOSSIBLE to find a fucking job around here! bastards...
I'm not going to the Haven meeting because I'm in a horrible mood. they probably wont even notice i'm not there. I dont even know WHY I bother... I thought I'd find a couple friends through it, but they're all clique-ish. After the meetings, they always go out together and never even bother to ask me if I want to go. fuck that. i'm just a huge loser to EVERYONE. Summer doesnt even call me or anything and she LIVES 2 minutes from me!
It's making me wonder...what the fuck do i do wrong? |
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| someone give me a tranquilizer gun! |
[Sep. 21st, 2003|04:18 pm] |
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| | someone shoot me | ] | so there's this guy i met named Brian. At first, he seemed really nice and had a lot in common with me. He's a pharmacy major and transferred here from a miami school and hardly any of his credits transferred, sort of like my situation... he's cuban blah blah blah (who ISNT coming from Miami!)
we met at Haven (a club at my college that i REALLY wish i would NOT have joined). I thought it was going to be like BGLAAD. you know, jazzy kids, good times...whatever, right? no.
First of all, the president of the club is a pushy son of a bitch! The first time we talked and i told him i was in a group at Drake, he insisted on me being Senator, which i DO NOT DO! I told him I was the advertising chair for BGLAAD, and suddenly he transformed that into being Senator. Turns out there was a Senate meeting that night he asked me and wanted me to go and represent. I dont even LIKE MY fucking ghetto school and know NOTHING about it, so how can I go in front of a board of presidents and smile and talk?! I told him no, and he wouldnt accept that. So now, he's all fucking catty to me.
I kept saying I could help with ads and whatnot, and he doesnt fucking say anything about it... I ask if he's going to have an advertising chair position and he changes the subject and asks if i'd like to be Secretary. What the fuck, dude?!
Turns out he has to present names to the student council and basically wants to throw ANY of our names in to look good. But it can't really happen like that...
I swear to god if he puts my name down as ANYTHING of that group, I'm kicking his fucking catty pink faggoty ass across campus!
yes, i'm very bitter right now.
This Brian kid (yeah, i got off subject sort of...go me) is the most ANNOYING PERSON EVER!!! After the first Haven meeting (which is the only one i've been to yet), he was talking to me about pharmacy shit and I asked him if he knows of any jobs open in the field. He just started working at Shann's Hospital (which is the mega huge hospital here) and knew of a job opening. So I gave him my number and told him to call me when he gets more info on it. So he's been calling me EVERY FUCKING DAY, 5 TIMES A DAY!!! And now i am SERIOUSLY considering getting a new number! AAAAARGGGHHH
The first time he called was LITERALLY 20 minutes after the god damn meeting to tell me how "hot Justin is" and all the gross shit he wants to do to him (justin's this other kid in Haven). UGH!
Brian mustve called me 20 times before he even got the goddamn info on the job! And now i'm not even wanting the job anymore since it's under the same roof as where HE will be!
how horrible AM I?! jesus! I'm such a bitch!
but seriously...I mean, this kid is a LEECH! I CANNOT take it anymore! ***(pause * * * phone)*** yeah...that was him. I didnt pick up. *sigh* It's like he thinks I'm a straight girl faghag or something! I mean, he tries to hold my hand in public and prances around yelling "Lexi is my NEW BEST FRIEND! OH LEXI LEXI LEXI! I LOVE MY LEXI!" "Lexi's going to help me hook up with boys! Let's go find boys! YEAH!"
fucking ICK! OMG! I'd rather jump off a cliff and break my neck!
<[ Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<oh,>') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] so there's this guy i met named Brian. At first, he seemed really nice and had a lot in common with me. He's a pharmacy major and transferred here from a miami school and hardly any of his credits transferred, sort of like my situation... he's cuban blah blah blah (who ISNT coming from Miami!)
we met at Haven (a club at my college that i REALLY wish i would NOT have joined). I thought it was going to be like BGLAAD. you know, jazzy kids, good times...whatever, right? no.
First of all, the president of the club is a pushy son of a bitch! The first time we talked and i told him i was in a group at Drake, he insisted on me being Senator, which i DO NOT DO! I told him I was the advertising chair for BGLAAD, and suddenly he transformed that into being Senator. Turns out there was a Senate meeting that night he asked me and wanted me to go and represent. I dont even LIKE MY fucking ghetto school and know NOTHING about it, so how can I go in front of a board of presidents and smile and talk?! I told him no, and he wouldnt accept that. So now, he's all fucking catty to me.
I kept saying I could help with ads and whatnot, and he doesnt fucking say anything about it... I ask if he's going to have an advertising chair position and he changes the subject and asks if i'd like to be Secretary. What the fuck, dude?!
Turns out he has to present names to the student council and basically wants to throw ANY of our names in to look good. But it can't really happen like that...
I swear to god if he puts my name down as ANYTHING of that group, I'm kicking his fucking catty pink faggoty ass across campus!
yes, i'm very bitter right now.
This Brian kid (yeah, i got off subject sort of...go me) is the most ANNOYING PERSON EVER!!! After the first Haven meeting (which is the only one i've been to yet), he was talking to me about pharmacy shit and I asked him if he knows of any jobs open in the field. He just started working at Shann's Hospital (which is the mega huge hospital here) and knew of a job opening. So I gave him my number and told him to call me when he gets more info on it. So he's been calling me EVERY FUCKING DAY, 5 TIMES A DAY!!! And now i am SERIOUSLY considering getting a new number! AAAAARGGGHHH
The first time he called was LITERALLY 20 minutes after the god damn meeting to tell me how "hot Justin is" and all the gross shit he wants to do to him (justin's this other kid in Haven). UGH!
Brian mustve called me 20 times before he even got the goddamn info on the job! And now i'm not even wanting the job anymore since it's under the same roof as where HE will be!
how horrible AM I?! jesus! I'm such a bitch!
but seriously...I mean, this kid is a LEECH! I CANNOT take it anymore! ***(pause * * * phone)*** yeah...that was him. I didnt pick up. *sigh* It's like he thinks I'm a straight girl faghag or something! I mean, he tries to hold my hand in public and prances around yelling "Lexi is my NEW BEST FRIEND! OH LEXI LEXI LEXI! I LOVE MY LEXI!" "Lexi's going to help me hook up with boys! Let's go find boys! YEAH!"
fucking ICK! OMG! I'd rather jump off a cliff and break my neck!
<<oh, and that's not ALL!>> TO BE CONTINUED (unfortunately) |
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| old memories |
[Sep. 13th, 2003|03:29 pm] |
so i'm unpacking all my boxes (STILL,yes) and i just came across my box of partyday memories! Oh my dear god!
I found HUNDREDS of pics i took at all the dozens and dozens of crazy underground parties i use to attend (that are now pretty much burned out). I saw a pic of me dressed as rainbow bright, a pic of me with BRIGHT red hair down my back (my REAL hair), pictures of me leaning up against speakers that were probably blaring unbelievably loud (i was once a "speaker-hugger," yes. i am convinced i will be deaf by the time i'm 30 because of those days). I found pics from Ravim&Bailey that was in wisconsin and was 3 days long...FUCKING CRAAAAAZY!!!!!!!!
I cant fucking believe how crazy i was! I'm surprised i actually LIVED after all the shit i use to do!!! SERIOUSLY!
I found a good 50 or so flyers from all the parties i went to, TOO much candy (all my oldschool beaded bracelets and necklaces and jelly bracelets and whatnot).
And right now i'm playing a tape that was in the box. Mazi...ahhh, mazi. heheh i found ALL my old tapes from those days (mostly groovehouse and disco, drum&bass, jungle and hiphop).
This is DEFINETLY crazy for me to be finding all this. my mind is just JUGGLING in memories (good and bad).
i need to sit down and smoke a fucking cigarette.
how the fuck did i survive then?! AAAHHHHHHHH |
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| fun with boxes |
[Sep. 13th, 2003|12:19 am] |
i'm smokin my last cigarette before i go to bed, so i decided to share it with livejournal.
secondhand smoke to livejournal. ha
i'm surrounded by shitloads of boxes because our moving truck finally came, and now i'm thinking it'd be easy just to leave my window open tonight in hopes that i'll get robbed. it'd be so much easier. heh
i was kind of liking living as a minimalist...
anyone want to come and raid my stuff? |
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