It's gonna be legend-... wait for it...

"and I hope you're not lactose intolerant because the second half of that word is DAIRY!"

     So yesterday was my 19th birthday and it was calm, quiet, and smirnoffy.  I got a couple of phone calls from my Simcoe Country area relatives, my grandfather and my aunt Linda to be precise.  My parents got me a bottle of smirnoff vodka and these jelly belly cocktail flavoured mixers. [I also got fifty bucks from them and twenty bucks from my grandparents] <3

     Well! Let's get started on this update and I feel like writing it out quickly.  Here goes!

Sun, Aug 17:  I slept all morning, left for work at the Super EX at 3:30 pm and got home at around 12:00 am.  Stayed up for a while, happy about the day off the next day.

Mon, Aug 18:  Slept in a lot, caught up on some drawings, dealt with a lot of personal mumbo jumbo.  Around 3:00 am, while I was watching some Bill Hicks comedy skits on youtube, I heard some scratching noises coming from my window.  I looked over expecting to see one of my cats stuck in the basement window well trying to get in, but no, oh no no no. You know what was there, poking it's adorable yet terrifying little head into my bedroom? A SKUNK.  It fell into my basement and I ran upstairs.

Tues, Aug 19:  My 12 hour shift at work.  That's all I did that day. Bus, Work, Bus, Sleep. No eatting. D:  Skunk still in basement, haven't done laundry.

Wed, Aug 20:  Slept all day, worked until night, ate some sasuage at the Super EX, bus home, sleep.  Skunk STILL in basement, clothes starting to smell.

Thur, Aug 21:  Today was my cousin's 16th birthday so I left her a message on her facebook. Didn't sleep most of the day, went to work, bussed home, and slept.  Skunk still in room, started stealing mother's clothes.

Friday, Aug 22:  Skunk finally caught in trap and taken away, able to go back into room [Room was destroyed by drunk neighbours trying to get skunk out].  Went to work, bus, sleep.

Saturday, Aug 23:  Went to the Super EX in the morning with family, went on a bunch of rides [I loved The Polar Express and The Tip Top the best, crazy spinning rides, laughing insanely]. Was supposed to work, got sick, went home, probably going to get fired, don't care, I'm so done with that job. [I'm allergic to lemons anyway]

TODAY:  Yeah, went to LCBO, got vodka. Finished colouring a picture, that's all. xD

     That's about it, until I get my cheque, tell my manager I quit, give my bloody scarred hands time to heal from the ounslaught of citric acid.  Oh, and I also seriously need to organize this mess of an office/room, damn drunks and skunks.  I guess I can always include my shopping list for when [if] I get my cheque soon.  Right off the bat, $100 or so dollars goes towards getting my electric guitar and amp kit.  After that, it's new clothes, art/school supplies, and paying my LCBO Card Application Fees.

Well, I need to use the washroom, so I'm out.

SMIGGILEY.

"I can't believe this whole time it was you guys; I've been blaming Really Tan Dancing Leotard guy"

Don't tell me. We're about to go over a huge waterfall.

"Yep."
"Sharp rocks at the bottom?"
"Most likely."
"...Bring it on."

     Okay...wow. I really need to stop making so many blogs on so many sites, but I can never find a host that I really like and I still have tons of dead blogs free-floating around the net from when I was in my scary pre-teen/mid-teen years. [I say yhuck, can you say yhuck?]

*whispers* psst, the H is silent.

     I guess this'll be my main one from now on, I'll probably write in this one if I remember too, but I'm pretty busy in life. I've got these shifts at work where I don't get home until close to 1 in the morning [I work events as a server].  I'm working 8 days at this one event, 7 of those days I work from around [this counting the time and effort it takes me to get there from my house and back] 3:30 pm until 12:30 am. [My actual working hours are 4:45 pm until 11:05 pm]. I have one day where I'll be working from 11 am until 11 pm [translating to 9:45 am until 12:30 am].

     It's not that I'm complaining about the work; HELL! I get as much free product as I want and if it's really dead and I've completed all my duties of jobliness, I crack out my clipboard of paper, my art supplies, and I DRAW UNTIL MY WRIST EXPLODES.  Also, Since the event I'm working at is The Ottawa SuperEX, my kiosk has been conviently set up right beside and infront of the rollercoaster and dropride, so I get to laugh at the people's humourous screams.  Unfortunately, I'm close to a Beavertails kiosk, and that makes me very hungry all throughout the evening.  Atleast I'm close to the toliets; lemonade goes right through you. 

     I should make a decent amount of money this coming week and a half, just in time for my 19th birthday! :D It's no big deal really, turning 19, 20 will be the "Oh my I am no longer a teenager, wicked!" realization. The only real thing I'm looking forward to, other than quality time with family and friends, is finally being able to purchase my own wine and cosmopolitan mixers instead of having to bother friends and family [sending them out with my money to purchase it and all].  It'll be way more convienient for both parties that way.

     There's not much that I'm looking forward to about 19 as in terms of new glittery aspects. I mean, I don't smoke cigarettes so I won't be purchasing them, nor any other Tobbaco-ey products. Mayhaps working on getting my driver's licence; although with the gas crisis, I'd rather bus or train to my destinations. [I'm more of a GoGreenie anyway]

     I am happening to be very uncomfortable right now in this crap chair, I haven't slept since I got off from work.  I'll catch a few hours later on after I eat, shower, do all that good hygenic stuff that needs to be done.  I should've just left the uploading of my new art up onto my Deviantart account until I was finished working, but my inner-self was screaming, "Do it now or I'll curb-stomp you!". 

     So yet again I heave a sigh, being bitterly defeated by myself, and force myself to upload some more artsie-fartsieness as a last ditch effort to save my puny jaw from being crushed and my puny teeth from exploding all over the streets of lesser OB.  Great, how come all I can picture now is that damned alliagator? You know, the one that's all stuck in the toliet from The Simpsons, and it crunches Abe's false teeth into tiny bits all over the place? ...Yeah, that one.

-dies laughing- 

     Well, this is it for my first Blogspot entry.  It's probably the most decent entry I've ever written; which is sad.  Better try and get some sleep, damn these muscles.

Higginsss Out! :D

"Okay, why does she even HAVE that lever?"