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You all NEED to watch every movie by this man EVER, because each one is a huge crapfest that is crappier than his last pile of crap. They're SO bad that they're friggin' hilarious. I'm pretty sure that's the ONLY way this guy is able to keep making these doo-piles, because they're SO DAMN FUNNY.
( I GIVE YOU PROOF! )
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[28 Dec 2005|08:23pm] |
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Just so you guys know, I get really really sad when you delete your journals :'(
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Also, I freaking love that song from the "Band Geeks" episode of SpongeBob SquarePants. And it's sweeeeeeeet sweeeet sweet victory, yeaa-ahh-ahhhhh!
Also, I'm thinking of making every post friends only from now on. I just hafta get me one uh them fancy "Friends Only" pictures.
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[29 Oct 2005|02:24pm] |
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Man, I finally got all my stuff burned to cds. That took 11 million years.
GO READ THIS: http://www.dionaea-house.com/default.htm
It's GREAT. It took me like an hour to go through and read all the links and stuff, but it is so entertaining. And creeepy, too!
And WTF is up with all the AIM viruses? I've had like 3 people message me with the "Hilarious! *link here*" IMs, then I check their info and they say "If you get an IM from me DO NOT CLICK THE LINK! Sorry everyone!" Crazy, I tells you.
I'm going to a spook house tonight! We's gonna get there at like 6:30 (half aahr before they open) to try and beat the crowd. w00t.
I am so carving up that DBZ punkin pattern I found. zomg goku = love
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[25 Jul 2005|03:28pm] |
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Quick bit o' news:
Skool starts in a month minus 2 days :( I need to cram more summer into my summer, damnit.
Also, from now on most of the posts are going to be FRIENDS ONLY. Nathan has been snooping around my journal, and this is where I go to talk about him. Among other things, of course. See, if I were a normal girl with normal girl friends, I'd talk to them about him. Girls seem to like doing that sort of thing. However, I am an internet nerd, and so I go to my internet friends to talk about life, family, boyfriend, etc. Nerdy? Yes...
But at least I don't have an internet girlfriend and think that "counts" as a real relationship (*jab* Take THAT, Mr. Snoopy McNathanpants!!).
Oh! Also, my nails have gotten insanely long. And strong. *scratch*scratch*
...Ok, now I feel kinda bad about the internet girlfriend jab. But it serves you right for snooping around my journal, Mr. livejournal-is-stupid-but-i-still-read-Gail's-and-yell-at-her-for-the-comments-left-by-OTHER-people-even-though-i-still-maintain-that-livejournal-is-stupid-and-shouldn't-be-taken-seriously!
Being mean over livejournal. Ultra-nerdy. Awesome. *cleans her glasses*
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| I love bad movies. |
[06 Jul 2005|09:20am] |
Troll
Dear. Sweet. Jeebus. What a horrible movie. Nathan and I watched it last night. It is one of the absolute worst movies I have ever seen. ... But it's still better than "Alone in the Dark." Anyway, seriously suck-tastic movie.
The scariest part of the entire movie was
the little mushroom face guy. The squeeky mushroom head thing freaked me out bad. No lie. Everytime he came on the screen, I shrieked and covered my eyes. Scary, yo.
Nathan also bought Troll 2. I'm not really sure why he buys these painfully horrible movies (instead of just renting them), but whatev. Anyway, I'm actually looking forward to Troll 2- anything that can "make Troll look like a masterpiece" has gotta be good.
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[11 May 2005|05:31pm] |
Do you ever wish that everyone you hate would turn into zombies, so you could take them out without feeling bad or getting in trouble?
Me: *BLAMM*
Sidekick: "HOLY SHIT GAIL!! You just shot Professor Thompson* in the face with a shotgun!"
Me: "She was a zombie."
Sidekick: "Oh... okay then."
Both: *Ki11z0rs more zombies*
* - Professor Thompson is THE WORST teacher I've ever had at KSU.
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| Disturbing. |
[07 Apr 2005|08:26pm] |
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You ever read/seen something that was so totally gross, that you just had to share it? This is one of those things. I like Chuck Palahniuk, but this is the grossest thing I have ever read. Read it!
( Guts )
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| DANCE!! |
[06 Mar 2005|01:16am] |
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That's my Happy Dance. .. Yes, I really do that. Really. (stolen from the other Gail)
And tomorrow afternoon we're leaving for Florida! I'll post before I leave, because I'm a nerd like that..
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[01 Jan 2005|12:14am] |
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
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| Meddling Hag Strikes Again!! |
[30 Nov 2004|09:08am] |
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URRRRGHHHH!!!!! I HATE PEGGY SO MUCH SHE IS A MEDDLING OLD COW WITH NO WORK TO DO I WANT HER TO STAY AWAY FROM ME AND DIE RIGHT NOW YARGH YARGH YARRGGGGHHHH!!!
Ok, Peggy decides that the OVER-THE-TOP Christmas decorations weren't enough (It looks like Christmas threw up all over our lobby- I'm up to my neck in glitter, I swear to fucking god), but now we need CHRISTMAS MUSIC PLAYING AT ALL TIMES. LOUDLY. Grrrrrrrrrrrr... *stabbity* I can't play my Guttermouth cd at her desk, why can she play shitty christmas music at mine?!
(note: I actually LIKE Christmas music, but NOT for 6 hours straight)
Ok, Laura came and turned it down. ...And told me they'd get rid of it if it bothered me too much. Nice. I mentioned that I didn't want any non-christmas-celebrating people to be offended at the CHRISTMAS music, and Laura said that she pulled out all of Peggy's Christmas music and added mostly "holiday music" (like Celtic music). Ooooookay. I don't know WHY she's so intent on humouring Peggy about all this Christmas shit... Ok, at least Laura and Sherri have been pretty cool... Hey wait! Peggy's the Holiday Nazi. There we go. So if I ever refer to the Holiday Nazi, you'll know I'm talking about Peggy. Yarrghle.
On the up side- I made a new friend this morning! Laura brought me a ladybug that had found its way into her purse, and I named him Lenny!! Lenny didn't like any of the poinsettias at my desk, though- he just wanted to climb all over my hands. And so he did- we had such fun! For 5 whole minutes! I LOVE ladybugs!! But as much fun as Lenny and I were having, I knew it would be wrong for me to keep him cooped up in the office, where there were no tasty aphids for him to eat. So I made Laura watch the desk while I took Lenny outside and set him on a plant. I miss him, but I have to remember all the good times we had together. ... *sob* LENNY!! LENNY, I MISS YOUUUUU!!! COME BACK, LENNY!!! LENNNNNNNNNYYYYYYY!!!!!
I really do miss Lenny..
Ok, now I'm bored. Doo doo do doooo...
*edit* Ok, Holiday Nazi just came up and turned the music UP. Bitch. I waited about five seconds to make sure she was gone, then went and turned it back down. Do not mess with the receptionist. You will not win, and your phone messages will be mysteriously eaten by the goblins of the 13th floor.
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| The Cruxshadows concert = Religious experience |
[13 Nov 2004|02:43pm] |
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No lie. That was THE single best hour and a half of my ENTIRE life. The music was fan-FUCKIN-tastic, the performance was even BETTER, and... I touched Rogue. Twice. During the song "Flames," Rogue wandered through the crowd and was grabbing everyone's hands, and he grabbed mine! I thought I was going to faint, no lie. But then, when the concert was over, the band members came out to mingle with the crowd, and my brother got the autograph of George (guitarist), and I was just about to walk out the door to go home, when I took one last look around and spotted The Hair (google a pic of Rogue and you'll see what I'm talking about). So I made a bee-line over to him and waited to get his autograph and a HUG. YES HUH!! And it wasn't one of those wimpy hugs where it's like .02 seconds and the person barely touches you, no way. It was a big ol' squeezy hug with a pat on the back.
Best. Hug. Ever.
I walked away and I seriously thought I was going to either faint or cry. Hugging Rogue was like.. hugging god. Yes, really. In fact, I believe I glimpsed a bit of Heaven last night-- Heaven is a Cruxshadows concert, and Rogue is God.
That's all I have to say about that.
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| Freak accidents... |
[28 Sep 2004|09:46pm] |
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Wow, I just found out that a girl I knew in high school was killed by an aligator this weekend. In case anyone's interested, here's an article i found: http://www.news-press.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20040926/NEWS01/40926019/1075
I was sad, because even though she and I were only acquaintences, she was always really nice to me. How awful is that? To have your arm bitten off and then drown.
But now I'm convinced that our graduating class is cursed, because anyone remember the freak decapitation story like a month ago? Here's a refresher: http://nyc.indymedia.org/newswire/display/111651/index.php Yeah, I knew that guy, too. And he was always nice to me. ... Ok, maybe I'm the curse factor-- quick, everybody be mean to me! ... No, wait, don't be mean to me. Then I would be even sadder.
Now I'm convinced that I'm going to die in some stupid freak accident- like I'll be taking a shower, and the shower head will wiggle loose, and it'll come flying off and konk me in the head. But I'll still be alive, so then I'll have to fall over in the shower and land face down so that I drown in like 2 inches of water. And everyone will stand around at my funeral and say, "Yep, if she had been turned just 10 centimeters to her left, she would've lived..."
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| Sometimes I really HATE answering the phones... |
[20 Aug 2004|07:35pm] |
UUURRRGHH! I dealt with THE biggest asshole on the planet today. This nasty old bastard calls about 45 minutes before I’m supposed to go home and enjoy my final weekend before school starts.
Ok, little background: I’m a receptionist at an insurance company. I don’t do anything actually insurance-related; I just answer phones and enter stuff into the computer. So, when someone has a question that I can’t answer, I transfer them to one of the Office Managers. However, ALL managers (from all 10 departments) are out today for an off-site meeting, except for ONE lady covering the Manager position. So basically, I’m fending for myself.
Also, I’d like to mention that I am ALWAYS polite on the phone, and I ALWAYS try to help people as much as I can, so usually if there are any jerks, they stop their asshattery when they hear how nice I am. Well, USUALLY, anyways…
Some guy calls and wants to know about producers (which I have no control over/know nothing about). So I transfer him to the lady who’s covering for the managers. Turns out, she’s left for the day. So the guy calls back once (but I can’t answer it because I was in the middle of a call), and on his 2nd call back, I answer. Hilarity ensues…
Me: The Cutest Receptionist Ever
AH: Ass Hat (talking in THE snottiest voice I’ve ever heard from a male)
Me: (chipper voice) “Thank you for calling ******, how may I help you?”
AH: “Hi, I called a minute ago about Producers, but I got a voice mail.”
Me: “Oh, I’m sorry sir, I thought there was-"
AH: “I called three times in the past three minutes!” ((Right then my brain goes uh-oh, asshat alert! “I need to talk to someone. Not a voice mail, a PERSON.”
Me: “Well, sir, all of our managers are out today, including the one who is-“
AH: “No, I need to talk to SOMEONE. Can you stay on the phone with me to make sure I don’t get a VOICE MAIL when you transfer me?”
Me: “No I’m sorry, I can’t, I don’t think our phones allow us to do that.”
AH: “Well, I need to talk to SOMEONE. Who is there today?”
Me: “Which department-“
AH: “How many people you got in your office?”
Me: “Close to fifty.”
AH: “Well, who is THERE? Are you the only one there? Who's is THERE besides YOU?”
Me: “Sir, there are nearly 50 people in this office. I cannot go through the list and tell who is and is not here.”
AH: “Are you the ONLY one THERE?”
Me: “No, there are many people in today.” ((in my best you’re-an-idiot tone of voice)) *Plus, it's 3:45 on a FRIDAY AFTERNOON- who the hell do you THINK is going to be here?? News flash, idiot: Managers go home early BECAUSE THEY CAN*
AH: “FINE. Well then, if there was a FIRE or a STABBING, who would you call?”
Me: “I would call building security or 911.”
AH: *pause* “Alright, well after that, who would you call??”
*WTF? If there was a fire or a stabbing, why would I be calling people on the phone? I’d be evacuating the building and screaming to warn other people*
ME: *silence at this man’s stupidity*
AH: “Look, I am trying to talk to a person, is that so hard??”
ME: “SIR, all of our managers are out of the office today at a meeting. Now what you can do is—“
AH: “I need to talk to-!”
Me: (In a really slow, firm voice) “WHAT YOU CAN DO is leave a message for Bob S. and I know he will get back to you first thing Monday morning.”
AH: “I do NOT conduct business with voice mail.”
Me: (In a really fake cheery voice) “Well, sir, then I’m afraid I can’t help you.”
AH: *pause* “I need to talk to somebody. Isn’t there anyone there who wants my business? I’m trying to give you all business.”
*Yeah, like we really want your business, you crotchety old man. We reeeeally wanna deal with you on a regular basis, you decomposing old bastard*
Me: “Sir, all the people who would handle that are OUT of the office today. You can leave a message, or you can call back first thing Monday morning.”
AH: “Well, isn’t there ANYONE-“
Me: (snotty tone of voice) “Let me put you on hold.”
Right then, Jason (one of the BEST co-workers EVER) walks by. I told him there was a real asshole on the phone, and could he please talk to him? So Jason told me to put him on hold for a few minutes while he finished something up.
Jason comes back, and talks to the guy for 5 more minutes, tells him the SAME thing that I told him and finally figures out that the department the wrinkly old prune wants isn’t even IN our office. So finally the old fart said he’d call our New York office and hung up. Jason slammed the phone down and says “That was the most ARROGANT asshole I have EVER talked to! Geez Gail, I’m sorry you had to talk to that jerk.”
I was furious. I’m not kidding—I was shaking, my heart was pounding in my ears, and my face and neck were BRIGHT red. Now, DAMN that is some ANGER. In TWO YEARS of working at the office, I have NEVER had to deal with a caller as nasty as that one. If I could have reached through the phone and strangled that prick, I would have in a heartbeat. Jason was like “Wow, are you ok? You’re all red! Do you need a break??” I was ok, but I was just so MAD that an ADULT would act like such a child! I’m probably 1/3 his age, and even I know how to behave properly on the telephone.
But some good DID come of this—I have a semi-interesting story to tell, we have a new Worst Caller Ever (even worse than that lady who was asking for a department that didn’t exist!), and I know now that when I get really incredibly pissed off, I remain calm and deal with the situation (as opposed to screaming obscenities and throwing things.. which is what I do when someone wakes me up from a deep sleep). Oh well, let’s all hope that’s NOT a bad omen for the coming weekend…
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