Evguinodd Ilpengess

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Thu, 19 Jul 2007 13:12:09 GMT

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Hi there.

Say what?

Thu, 17 Aug 2006 16:01:43 GMT

Sooo...It's been a while, azn't it? Oh wellz.

Too bad for you.

Kweh?

Mon, 29 May 2006 03:23:41 GMT

When I first started working at Meijer I told myself I'd never want to work at the Service Desk because of the shit they put up with from the customers.

Well, I start Service Desk training on Wednesday. Reason being Ron told me they need more people who can work the Service Desk and he and my other bosses think I have the right personality type for the position, and I'm feel I'm ready to handle it. Little birdy Brittany at the Service Desk told me, however, that they're also considering "promoting" me to a Service Coordinator position.

At first I told myself, and everyone around me, that I'd never be interested in being a SC, but now I'm not so sure. It seems like a lot of responsibility IMO...responsibility that I'm not sure I'm ready for. I've been told that it's really not worth the pay-raise on the days that I'm a SC, which isn't really much of a raise to begin with. But it's rather flattering that they think I'm a good choice for it. I get a lot of compliments on my good attitude from my superiors...granted, it's usually Katrina...and she has a similarly "bubbly" exterior as I do, though I'm not as...extravagant as she. If she ever tried I'm sure she could pop an ear-drum or ten when she announces things over the intercom. She's that loud.

They think I'm ready...but I'm not sure I'm ready to handle it. It does interest me, however. Sometimes it looks kinda fun...and other times it looks like it's hell.

I'm rather unsure of what to do now...Any thoughts?

Kweh?

Mon, 29 May 2006 03:21:44 GMT

When I first started working at Meijer I told myself I'd never want to work at the Service Desk because of the shit they put up with from the customers.

Well, I start Service Desk training on Wednesday. Reason being Ron told me they need more people who can work the Service Desk and he and my other bosses think I have the right personality type for the position, and I'm feel I'm ready to handle it. Little birdy Brittany at the Service Desk told me, however, that they're also considering "promoting" me to a Service Coordinator position.

At first I told myself, and everyone around me, that I'd never be interested in being a SC, but now I'm not so sure. It seems like a lot of responsibility IMO...responsibility that I'm not sure I'm ready for. I've been told that it's really not worth the payraise on the days that I'm a SC. But it's rather flattering that they think I'm a good choice for it. I get a lot of compliments on my good attitude from my superiors...granted, it's usually Katrina...and she has a similarly "bubbly" exterior as I do, though I'm not as...extravagant as she. If she ever tried I'm sure she could pop an ear-drum or ten when she announces things over the intercom. She's that loud.

They think I'm ready...but I'm not sure I can handle it. It does interest me, however. I'm rather unsure of what to do now...Any thoughts?

Guess what?

Sun, 14 May 2006 03:54:22 GMT

I have very low self-esteem.

...Yep. I do.

Curious...

Fri, 07 Apr 2006 16:32:06 GMT

It's weird, you know...

...That even though I'm the one who happens to have the lowest faith in my family (Out of my cousins and sister, that is.)...I also happen to have the highest moral values.

Well...I think it's weird.

...huh.

Fri, 17 Mar 2006 05:50:11 GMT

Well, Marty (Older sister for those who don't pay attention) found out from her doctor the other day that she has Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome.

Symptoms include:

Irregular periods
High levels of androgen's (Male hormones)
Weight gain
Pelvic pain
Infertility

She said that I should get tested for it as well, because it's also hereditary.

...Shit...infertility...?

Shaken, not stirred.

Sun, 05 Mar 2006 21:25:09 GMT

A customer had a heart attack two lanes behind me today during work just as I was going on my lunch. She wasn't breathing, they did CPR for 10 minutes. Paramedics came and put a tube down her throat so they could get some oxygen into her, apparently they found a faint pulse. I came back from lunch and watched as they wheeled her out of the store. She didn't look good at all.

Three of the cashiers freaked out. I was one of them.

...Yeah. Still a little freaked out.

Ehrm...

Mon, 13 Feb 2006 01:47:23 GMT

You know, upon pondering I've come to the conclusion that it's probably not a good sign that I have multiple mysterious bruises on my left breast that don't hurt when touched, but randomly sting when I'm doing nothing at all.

It's probably nothing, but they seem to be getting bigger as well...the bruises that is. Not my breasts...they're fucking big enough as it is.

This post is rated G.

Fri, 03 Feb 2006 18:06:34 GMT

I feel better now, thanks to Jared and Vincent. Still rather confused as to why I freaked out so bad, though.

Oh well.

This post is rated PG-17.

Fri, 03 Feb 2006 04:15:22 GMT

Why the hell am I so emotional at the knowledge that my baby sister was screwing around with Will? It's not my fucking body, so why do I feel the urge to fucking lock myself in my bedroom and cry? What the hell...? Where's a fucking shrink when you need one?

...Shit...ugh! I really need to fucking talk to someone! I'm so fucking...confused.

...Fuck.

Oh, and a Happy New Year.

Fri, 27 Jan 2006 03:49:25 GMT

Because Ty told me to, I figured I'd update again. With what, though? With part of one of the stories I've been re-writing. No title as of yet.

She stood in the center of a large open valley. A young girl, no older than sixteen. At first appearance there was nothing special about her. Her hair was a dull dark brown, the ends slightly frayed; her skin was light, as though she had yet to see the sun after a long, dark winter; and she was of average height. Nothing significant. Just an ordinary girl if one were to only glance.

However, she did have one unique feature if anyone bothered to look again. Though hidden by tinted glasses, one eyes was as clear a blue as a cloudless sky, and the other was as unnerving to some as freshly milked blood. Her face currently held the expression of absolute terror. She looked like she wanted to scream, to run and hide. As her unusual eyes darted wildly around her, the only desire she had at that moment was to be anywhere but in that valley, and she had good reason.

The sky ahead of her was dark, casting a depressing shadow over the entire land. The sun was setting in the distance, its red rays seeming to grasp for something, anything. Not the red of a peaceful sunset however, but the sort of red that would normally be present after a horrific event. She imagined that the wind once brought the sweet smell of the earth to this valley, but now the wind brought the smell of long shed blood and rotting flesh to her nose instead. The grass around her was no longer green, nor even grew on this not-so-barren land. The only things this land kept now were mangled corpses. Beheaded, delimbed, and remorselessly slaughtered.

The smell of death coupled with the sight before her started to take its effect as she felt a sudden rush of sickness wash over her. Her hands raised to clutch her stomach in a futile attempt to keep its contents down, if any. She wanted desperately to run from this place, but her legs seemed to be planted into the soft, blood saturated soil.

What little light there was began to dim quickly, causing her too look up out of curiosity. It was much quicker than it normally would during a sunset. Where the sun was previously setting a black cloud had appeared. The cloud was enormous, taking up nearly the whole horizon, and was moving rapidly over the large hills in the distance towards her. However, she found herself unafraid of this, since it wouldn't actually be upon her for quite a few minutes.

Suddenly a bright flash of light erupted from the center of the black mass, illuminating every body on the dead land. The girls eyes widened in horror as she realized the bodies before and around here weren't even human. Along with the limbs scattered about her were, surprisingly enough, giant wings. She stared down at two of the bodies closest to her. They were both female, and were two of the few who actually had their wings attached to them, though severely mauled. One of the wings she noticed was nearly completely covered in feathers. She imagined that they were once the purest of white, but now they were streaked with red and brown. The other pair of wings that caught her eyes had an appearance of worn leather to them.

Just as the light faded away, another flash of light flared from the center of the large cloud. This time however, the girl screamed as an unbelievable pain coursed through her body, causing her to collapse to her knees. The pain faded rather quickly with the light, but was soon replaced as another wave of pain washed over her as yet another flash came from the cloud. The girl didn't know whether to hold her stomach, her chest, or her head as the pain continued to pulse through her body, in sync with the bursts of light from within the ominous mass still racing towards her. It felt as if there was a battle going on within her own body. The girl curled up slightly as her hands clutched at both sides of her head. She felt she couldn't stand enduring this pain any longer.

"Stop..." she managed to say in a choked voice, the word cracking as if she hadn't spoken in ages. Tears streamed down her face as the pain seemed to pulse through her body more frequently instead, as if to mock her. In frustration she raised her head to glare at the black mass that was now nearly upon her. She shut her eyes tightly and screamed at it. "Stop!"

Almost at once the pain in her body vanished. Stunned, the girls eyes flew open, only to be met with complete darkness. She knew she was no longer in the valley. The distant echoes that her ears occasionally caught of a dripping liquid that she assumed was water, coupled with the fact that she was now kneeling on rock told her that she was now in a cave instead. Once more she closed her eyes as a gentle draft brushed against her face, bringing with it a sweeter scent than that of the valley. She inhaled deeply, feeling as though she was appreciating it for the first time in her life. The clean air allowed her to think a bit more clearly, and as she reopened her eyes again she realized that the cave wasn't void of all light as she had originally thought. From behind her was a soft red glow.

Huzzah! There's more there than it seems like there is in the notebook...Huh. Tell me, is it as shit-tastic as I think it is?

Updated - 01-27-06

Oh yeah...

Mon, 26 Dec 2005 03:39:39 GMT

Merry Christmas, btw.

Just...back off, dude.

Mon, 26 Dec 2005 03:37:37 GMT

So, my sister was in a relationship with a guy who was (and still is, mind you) incredibly emotionally attatched to her. From the family's point of view, it's rather weird...and almost frightening. He's almost...stalker-like in his actions. From the beginning all they ever did over the phone was argue, which was a big hint in my eyes that it would never work out. On the other hand though, they do honestly enjoy hanging out with each other.

He seems to have the mindset that he and she still have a chance to be together, even though she knows that she feels nothing for him.

So I've decided to take it upon myself to write him a letter, letting him know gently to back off, and to try to give him a glimpse of what she's going through. Below is what I have written so far. I figured I'd post it here before I bothered to write it out. Perhaps there is something else that should be added to the letter that I may have forgotten?

All comments (even negative, I don't mind) would be greatly appreciated.

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Any normal girl will jump into a relationship if she believes that there's a chance that it'll be "the real thing," even if she doesn't feel an initial spark. This is especially true when the guy she's in a relationship with in reality is a great guy when she hangs out with him. However, if things progress too quickly in her mind, even she will be frightened away, just as most stereotypical men would be if the roles were reversed. The thought of a lifetime together is a wonderful thing, but not when you're made to believe it will be right off the get-go.

Girls know that guys aren't perfect, yet every girl wants the perfect man. Yes, when put like that it's a conundrum, an impossible goal, but most flaws we can live with if we truly know that we love the man we're with. On the other hand though, if there are things that she cannot get past, such as extreme emotional attachment towards her when she's not used to it, when she knows that she's normally the one whom is attached, it can open her eyes to the problems with all of her past relationships. Sometimes it takes someone who's exactly like her to make her realize what she needs to change with herself. In the end, if she feels that she can not be with someone who's exactly like her, if she feels that there's no hope for a relationship, then it would be a waste of energy to continue to go after her.

Just because she doesn't love you, doesn't mean you can't still be friends, though in some cases it may be wise to limit contact with each other. Nor does that mean that no one will ever love you for who you are, because there are girls who can love an emotionally attached man. If you are this guy, there is nothing to gain but heartache in pursuing a love that never was and never will be.

Warning: Random Emo Moment.

Mon, 19 Dec 2005 03:12:34 GMT

Lonely...Lonely...Lonely...

Yeah. Anyway, this is stolen from Mike. Shanks, Mike.

What does your handwriting say about YOU?

The results of your analysis say:

You plan ahead, and are interested in beauty, design, outward appearance, and symmetry.
You are a shy, idealistic person who does not find it easy to have relationships, especially intimate ones.
You are affectionate, passionate, expressive, and future-oriented.
You are a talkative person, maybe even a busybody!
You enjoy life in your own way and do not depend on the opinions of others.

The second line is like...FREAKY-woah, peoplez.

Fri, 16 Dec 2005 03:13:51 GMT

Okay, so yeah. Tyler (fellow co-worker) told me to update my LJ. So here I am.

3ff y3w 7y13r, 4nd 570p bu99in9 m3 4b0u7 i7. ;D

Hahaha!...ha?

Thu, 10 Nov 2005 03:57:08 GMT

Okay, so yeah. I'm still neglecting my LJ. But! In my defense, I really haven't felt like it...Not really much of a defense I know, but fuck you. I don't care. ;) You can't make me update.

So what's happening in the oh-so-boring life of Jess? Well...Nothing. Nadda. Zilch. It's still as boring as ever, even if it is filled with a bit more romantic drama than usual. And OMGZ! It involves me this time, too! Can you imagine! Drama...involving me! Romantic even! Wow!...Well...Kinda.

Okay, so ya'll know I like Vincent, right? Well, a little (*koffannoyingkoff*) birdie (Michelle) told me that apparently Vincent actually considered asking me out a few times. Wow. He's like...the first guy I've EVER known to actually consider asking me out. That's sad...isn't it? Yes. Yes, it is. Anyway, since Michelle found out I liked him, I get the impression that she really doesn't want me to pursue it. Id est, she keeps on telling me he's not reliable (Not true, IMO. Every time I've needed a ride he was always willing to give one. Although, that's probably because I gave him $10 every time.), he dropped out of collage (I don't really care.), and she's asked me if I would really date someone who picks on her all the time (Yeah, that's the only thing about him I don't like. And that's something I would definitely talk to him about if, and that's a big if, we ever did hook up.)

Err...I'll finish the post later.

Shh...it's okay...Momma's here...

Sat, 08 Oct 2005 16:47:31 GMT

My poor precious LJ! How I've neglected you! Will you ever forgive me!?

Update since the first of September:

Not really much, save for the fact that I turned 21 on the 14th. I had a Kaluah and Cream that night. Twas good, tasted like chocolate milk. :D I haven't gotten drunk once since I hit ye' ol' drinkin' age. Haven't really had a desire to. But one thing that you all should know...

...Smirnoff Twisterz kick sooo much ass! Yummah!

Do da legal age to drink dance! boogie

Thu, 01 Sep 2005 14:53:54 GMT

Heppeh Twentehfurst Burthdhey, teh Agie! <3!

Yeaah...

Thu, 18 Aug 2005 15:02:36 GMT

I've really been considering getting a breast reduction lately. My chest and back hurt almost 24/7 lately, and last time I went bra shopping, I couldn't fit into some of their DDD sizes. It's like I just fucking keep on growing! It's getting way too hard to find a bra that offers a lot of support. Even with the new bra's I've bought (Underwires, even. I was suprised that they don't hurt me so much), I still have to wear two bra's to get the support that I need. Problem with getting a reduction, however, is that I have no idea how I'm going to pay for one. They cost around the area of $5000. I don't have that kind of money! And I'm not sure if my insurance covers it, seeing as I only have basic insurance, that covers a maximum of $5000 a year

So...if anyone has any ideas on this, lemme know.

Hm...

*sigh* I've also really been crushing on one of my sisters friends lately. He's like...the perfect guy, IMO. Smart, witty, great with kids (Lily just adores him), loves Celtic music (Oi. Kate. Go to Tartanic.com, click "what", then click "brodjam". Sssamples. Me thinks you will be pleased.), AND...He doesn't drink, smoke, OR do drugs unlike all of her other friends.

I really don't know why those two haven't hit it off. They're really close, yet both deny that they're interested in each-other. Best thing I can think of is that they're fond of each-other only in a way that a brother and sister are. They definitely act like brother and sister. Hell, she wails on him when she's pissed just like she does with me, and she even shows sides of herself that she doesn't even show other "close" friends of hers (id est, going insane over not being able to find a hairbrush. Stuff like that.) Also, he says she acts a lot like his mother.

We, on the other hand, have tons of stuff in common. Even he's commented on how much we're alike. He's told me I'm sarcastic just like he is (It helps that he's fun to pick on...). And whenever he and Lily are together I...well...I melt.

*sigh* It'll never happen between us anyway...

Tue, 16 Aug 2005 14:51:48 GMT

It's sad that I don't find the internet remotely stimulating anymore. I sit here while online and fiddle with the sound recorder. Sure, there are a few things I do religiously while I'm on, but it only takes about 15 minutes to do all of them tops, unless someone IM's me. After that, I start to sit here and stare comatose into the screen...

...With drool forming around the corner of my mouth, threatening to spill over.

Yeah, so right around then I attempt to find something a little bit more (No matter how little) entertaining for me to do. Which, recently, involves returning once again to that little land called Simtopia. I had forgotten how annoying it was to build up their stats. But regardless, I figured I'd fork over half the money to buy The Sims2 come next Pay Day, with my sister paying for the other half. There was go way in hell I was going to pay the full $50 for the game.

In other news, this heat patch is Godly. *drool, melt*

Huh...

Sun, 07 Aug 2005 21:15:50 GMT

Why do people always navigate towards me with their personal relationship problems regardless of the fact that I've never been in a real relationship myself, even when I barely know the person?

...Probably because I'll listen to them regardless of whether I want to or not.

Sigh. I'm too nice. Someone teach me how to be mean.

Braaaaaiiiii- ... koff

Sun, 07 Aug 2005 03:08:09 GMT

I'm updating because Jared told me to. So there, Jared. I'm updating.

Yeah, anyway. I'm not dead, ya'll. Just living a boring job and family filled life. Haven't even been that interested in being online. I could lose the internet forever right now and not even care. But I'm still addicted to WoW. Akaisha is at level 31 now. w00t.

Only thing remotely interesting that's happened lately the fact that I got a cell phone. I'll post my number under private for all you people I <3 out there. There's only a few people I insist on calling me.

Namely Jared and Kate.

Call me, f00's.

Lesse...what else? Aah, I went camping over the weekend...Caught strep throat, taking E-Mycin right now. It makes me hungry and sick at the same time. Not a very pleasant feeling. I called in sick four days in two weeks, and another four of those days I was camping. So I had a whopping $60 paycheck this week, and I'll have a similar one next week. Yep. I'm poor at the moment. Brother owes me $60, because I got a two phone dealie and gave him the other phone.

My cousin Veronica is eight months pregnant. Baby boy is due soon, to be named Cody Micheal. Her belly is friggin huge, especially since she was so friggin skinny to start with.

Michelle is as annoying as ever. She got a job at the same Meijer I work at. Back in receiving. Imagine! Michelle! Doing heaving lifting and getting dirty! Amazing!

Not really much else to report on, so I'm gonna split.

How sad...I'm boring now. :(

*Interesting fact: When doing spell check on LJ, Meijer comes up...But not f00's. Hm...

Durr.

Thu, 05 May 2005 17:26:04 GMT

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, JARED!

Err...Kinky?

Mon, 02 May 2005 02:25:27 GMT

Okay, so it's expected that I've made quite a few new friends since I started working at Meijer (To name a few that I can remember, Emily, Laura, Cat, Nicole, Nicole, Alecia, Sumi, Laurie, Robert (Teh B0ss-man. We like to talk about food...and swap recipes.), Mike (Teh L0rd H0ttn3ss. Drool.), Jeff, Denise and so on...). My personality seems to blend with everyone's (Not to sound boastful, but it does) , because to my knowledge there isn't one person who doesn't like me (Though...I have no idea if Ben hates me or not. Whenever he's SC my breaks and lunches always seem later than nessesary...). So anyway, needless to say, I've been invited to hang out once in a while, which I have yet to accept actually. Also I get told stuff that I normally wouldn't really need to know about them (For instance, Laurie is trying to hook me up with her son, who apparently she knows is only interested in sex, and not settling down or looking for a girlfriend).

But...Friday was somewhat different. Laura walks up to me, looking deviously normal, and asks me if I want to see something. Sure I thought. Why not? So I say yes, and she pulls a blue tiny dildo out of her pocket, which she said she got from the Sex Toy Party she went to the night before. Well, I was amused. Hey, it's me we're talking about. So I nicknamed it her "Tiny Little Friend". Later on in the night she came up to me and asked me for my address, which I gave to her. It turns out she's going to have her own Sex Toy Party.

And I'm invited to it.

...A Sex Toy Party.

Yeah. Okay. I figured I could always just not show up to it. But I also figured it'd be a good a story to tell Marty and Jen (My sisters for the memory-impaired) later on. So Saturday I do. And the reaction? Not quite what I expected (Except for Jens. Jens I expected.). Read on, good readers (And note that Marty grew up in a strict Christian home):

Jess: Hey! Guess what I was invited to!
Marty: A Sex Toy Party!
Jess: Yes!
Jen: Are you serious!?
Jess: ...Wait. How did you know?
Marty: I didn't...I was joking. Freaky.
Jess: Very.
Jen: You are so taking me with you to that party!
Jess: Err...Okay...
Marty: And bring me back some Cootchie Cream!
Jess: Right-o...Apparently you get free swabs if you go to the party.
Marty: That stuff rocks.

So...Now I'm actually considering going to the party. With Jen. And possibly Marty.

...Eeh. The more the merrier?

Evguinodd Ilpengess

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Say what?

Kweh?

Kweh?

Guess what?

Curious...

...huh.

Shaken, not stirred.

Ehrm...

This post is rated G.

This post is rated PG-17.

Oh, and a Happy New Year.

Oh yeah...

Just...back off, dude.

Warning: Random Emo Moment.

Hahaha!...ha?

Shh...it's okay...Momma's here...

Do da legal age to drink dance! *boogie*

Yeaah...

Huh...

Braaaaaiiiii- ... *koff*

Durr.

Err...Kinky?

Do da legal age to drink dance! boogie

Braaaaaiiiii- ... koff