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Whooz Ya Daddddy?
- Thursday, August 7, 2003 | 03:30 p.m. -
Well, not me (obviously), but I'm all proud of my self now. Mean people on the internet sent me Alias spoilers, and GUESS who didn't read them? (If you didn't guess me, then you've made this a really bad story.) That's right. Ms. Self-control over here. I just deleted them. But my computer DOES have a 'Recently Deleted' in-box-thingy... Hmmm... I wonder. *NO* *Bad Kelly!!!!!!!* Must not think such things. Must be relaxed and cool, and not break. Not give in to the pressure... so hard... must not... AAAAAGH! Haha JK, will be very good. Yay.
Who me? Naaaaah...
- Thursday, August 7, 2003 | 03:12 p.m. -
Wow. It's been a while. OK, let's recap. Slept over at Aunt's house, got hair cut (3 inches), went shopping-crazy ;) and swim lessons are over. Yay. Well, not much has happened in a week. I've worked 50 1/2 hours though. Wow. And, yesterday with my shopping-frenzy, I got the old Coldplay Cd, and the Norah Jones CD. They were impulse buys... No one can resist $9.99... I didn't mean to. And I think i'm going to be sick. In the past 15 hours, I've eaten a dozen eggs. 8 Deviled, 4 Hard broiled. Ick. Very ick. At least I cooked them, and I will not get salmonella.
Which, by the way, I got busted for eating all that cookie dough. Ooops. I didn't mean it, really. (Hee.) And swimming starts next week on Monday. *Groans* I don't wanna. At least I'll be all nice and tan (with the exception of very noticible tan-lines). But all will be well, and then school starts. Oh no. NOT fun. Well, I'll take it one day at a time, and I have to work tonight. Psh. tTYl.
Can I have your hotdog?
- Friday, August 1, 2003 | 08:32 a.m. -
Last night was the best night working ever. First, I was rotating in between Arielle and Ann, and "That guy" was there ; ). So it's like 8:45, and guess what? Lightening!! Yay. So we had to close the pool. And me and Arielle were cleaning the deck and 'that guy' came up to us, and's like
"OK, here's the plan. Go up to the consession deck and ask the guys for food. They won't give any to me. Use your femininity. Get me some hotdogs!!!
So we walked up to them and were flirting for few minutes, but they wouldn't give us any hotdogs. The funniest thing was the fact that I said: "Can I have your hotdog?" That was awesome. We didn't give us hotdogs, but the guys smuggled some Airheads for us.
Then when we were waiting for our rides, we were dancing in the parking lot. Arielle was doing her patened "Pimp Walk", and I showed her the "Multi-Purpose Dance", and this girl was watching was was laughing at us. Then 'that guy' came out to join us and we had nice conversations... *sigh* what a good night.
I can be your hero, baby...
- Wednesday, July 30, 2003 | 10:24 p.m. -
But, sadly, I will not kiss away the pain (unless you wanna pay me). Oh, who's good? That would be me. I saved someone today... kinda. This kids was jumping off the diving board in the diving well, and he slipped and fell on his leg and bounced into the water. He was able to get out of the water, so I didn't have to go in, but he hit his leg pretty bad. So I was all cool and calm, and I called the manager, and the ambulance came, and it turns out he broke his leg. And the Manager Adam said he was proud of me : ) Yay! I win.
Oh, and look who's Little Miss Flirt. Yes, once again, that would be me. Maybe I'm getting over the whole 'boy-shy' thing. Cause theres this guy at the pool... yeah, when I say 'this guy', I mean it in a THIS GUY-this guy kinda way.. anyway, so were always talk and today I said 'hi' and I talked to him alot and I wan't even that nervous about it. Horrah! But we had a strange conversation...(ME::LightBlue - HIM::DarkBlue)
"Hey."
"Uh-oh."
"What?"
"Trouble-maker..."
"Who?"
"You."
"Um... ok?"
"See ya."
That was really strange, he rotated to the next chair before I could ask him why he thought I was a trouble-maker. Anyway, I have much more on my mind than worrying about boys. I'm out!
I've been a BAD girl
- Monday, July 28, 2003 | 07:02 p.m. -
It's so nice to be back home in my nice comfy bed with my nice comfy jammi's in my nice comfy room. Unless we're talking about this morning with the NOT nice NOTcomfy swim lessons again. And this time there are more children. Help. I'll stop complaining about swim lessons now, cause that could take a VERY long while. So on to bigger and better things.
That really funny guy Brendan was back today. I actually think his name is Brandon... Oh well. He's the one I was talking about a few entries ago, who wanted to buy Always Pads. He's a good kid. Anyway, today we were looking through Jane magazing, and we took the lesbian-hand test. What you do is open your left hand and compare it to some pisctures to tell if you're lesbian. Sadly, Brandon is an "Uber-Dyke", but I was only 70% gay ; ). Makes no difference to Brandon cause he already likes girls.
I think I'm going to get salmonella again, cause I found some cookie dough in the fridge, and I couldn't wait to bake it. OH, from now on (after I finish the last bite of dough), I'm on a diet. I've been a bad girl. I read more Alias spoilers. And I'm punishing my self by taking by e-mail address off all the mailing lists, cause when they send me soilers I become powerless. It's so sad. And since I vowed to myself that I would never again read them, I'm also giving up junk food for a week. That'll teach me!! It will be hard, but I must improve self-control. I'm out!!!!!!!!
I Like My Women Just A Little On The Trashy Side
- Sunday, July 27, 2003 | 09:36 p.m. -
Never again. EVER! Just came back from Wisconsin. Oh. Dear. God. What an... interesting trip. There are no words to explain it (fortunatly), but I'll try my best. Here goes.
Friday:: After 4 torturous hours of being stuck in the car, we arrive to our final destination.
Oxford, Wisconsin - population 517.
Then, off to dinner at Maggie Mae's (the only diner in the town). Somewhere in the middle of eating my chicken fingers with a plastic fork and knife, and being serenaded by a local who was singing a live rendition of "I Like My Women Just A Little On The Trashy Side," I finally realized: 'Yep, I'm officially in Wisconsin.'
Saturday:: I convinced my dad to take me to the Adams County Flea Market (!!). Sadly, this was the highlight of my weekend. We looked around for 3 hours, and I bought a nice little Zen Garden. Ya know, the ones with the tiny sandbox and you get to rake it with the little rakes and there are seashells in it? It's cool. Oh, and I got some tasty Amish candy some farmer children were selling. Amish are GOOD at doing that.
Then, my dad took me to Maggie Mae's house (the lady who own the diner) for "Singing In The Barn." Or a hootenanny as I kindly put it. Half the town was there (only the elderly) jammin to some country tunes from the 1940's. And, yes, the man who was singing "I Like My Women Just A Little On The Trashy Side," at my dinner the previous night was there too.
Sunday::Time to leave!! But before we could my dad convinced me to go fishing with him. After a few minutes of negotiations, I went, as long as he put the worm on the hook for me, and took of the fish after I caught it. It was kinda fun.
Then at 4, we packed up the cottage, grabbed a bite at the gas station, and headed home. And I got home JUST in time for Alias (Thank God), and now, here I am typing away about my little rendezvous with the cottage.
Oh, also, I got REALLY bored, and I discovered what a good singing voice I have. After hearing "What Was I Thinking" by Deirks Bently on the radio 47 thoudsand times, you kinda pick up on it.
Songs I NEVER Want To Hear Again
"I Like My Women Just A Little On The Trashy Side"
"It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere"
"What Was I Thinking"
"For Ever and For Always" (love Shania, can't STAND that song)
Well, It's SOOOO good to be back. And, just think, I'll be back up next weekend (not by choice), with my aunt! All I have to say is H E L P.
That commercial WAS touching!!
- Thursday, July 24, 2003 | 10:25 p.m. -
Ohh work was FUNNNNN! OK, there was this guy Brendan there. Adn he was one of the Manager Adam's brother. So we were reading Cosmo 's 99 Sexeist Ways To Touch Him article, and he's all "Read them out loud to me, and I'll tell you if they work or not." And I'm all "... Uh, ok!" So I got to the part,
"When my girlfriend enters me, I like to hear her moan, because it makes me feel big."
"Hmm... thats never happened to me, let's ask Adam."
"Oh dear god..."
"Hey Adam! Whenever you enter a woman do you feel big when she moans?"
[Adam in background]"No!"
I seriously d i e d I was laughing so hard. Wowowow. THAT was the funniest conversation ever. Then me and Brendan were talking later about commercials that make us want to but the products. And he's like.
"I want to buy those Always pads. Ever seen the commercial where the mom puts on an Always pad and starts playing with her child?"
(sarcastically) "Oh yeah, I like that one. It's so touching."
"I know! It makes me want to go out and hop around with my daughter when I have MY period!!"
This guy is the FUNNIEST person I've ever met. The best part was he didn't laugh at his own jokes cause he was being totally serious! *Sigh* I've still laughing about that like 3 hours later, but it was great. And my friend Briana heard our last conversation and she was laughing so hard she practically peed her pants! That was the best night working e v e r!
I'm going to get Salmonella!
- Thursday, July 24, 2003 | 04:22 p.m. -
Help. Ok, I, unknowingly, just think I got salmonella! OK, there was this piece of chicken thawing out on the counter. And I have NO clue why, but I poked it. I guess I like poking raw meat.. it’s weird. OK, so on the way to wash my hands, I found a Lifesaver on the ground. (It was IN the wrapper, thank you very much) and I ate it. But I ate it before I got to wash my hands, so the raw chicken meat juices/blood was still on my hand, and the hand went into my mouth. Ick!
At least the Lifesaver tasted good, right? Um... getting nervous now. Does anyone else poke raw meat? I never saw it as a problem. When ever I’m at the grocery store and I pass the meat that's not frozen, but refrigerated, I always poke it through the plastic. And I love forming hamburger’s too. When you get to squish the meat in between your fingers. Wow, that's kinda strange. It’s all nice and... jiggly (?) maybe. I feel light-headed. I have to go to work soon. I hope I don’t throw up in the chair... If I do, then my meat-poking days are over!
All by myself...
- Thursday, July 24, 2003 | 03:15 p.m. -
Ho!Yay! Guess who's done with swim lessons?? that would be ME! Yay! And I got some customers to do private lessons with me, though. Hey, it's $20 an hour! Yeah! And all my friends have been referring me. *Sigh* What a good day. I don't want to leave for Wisconsin tommorrow! It looks like no one's coming, although I think Lindsey might, and maybe Shannon. Yay! Even if one person comes, that'll be OK. Then we can go to the Dells. I lurve them the most. Mini golf all day, and speed boat rides *sigh* OK, now I really want to go.
Don't leave me lonely. If I go by myself, then All I'll do is sit and watch the same DVDs over and over and over again, and maybe I'll go canoo-ing. (How do you spell that?) Anyways, it shant be much fun... Oh well, hope people get in touch w/ me. Oh no, second shift at the pool tonight (noooo!). I'm out!
Take it ALL off (Woo-hoo!!)
- Wednesday, July 23, 2003 | 05:47 p.m. -
I've seen more people's cracks in 2 months than I have in a lifetime. The naked children run RAMPANT around the pool. RAMPANT! It should not be that way. Oh, and I love the senior citizens who wear tube tops. OMGoodness! This is a public pool, not a female dance reveiw for people born before 1930!!!!!! Like I said before, it's always the elderly...
Well, anyway. Today during swim lessons, the fire alarm went off. Which, may I add, it was not smart to evacuate the pool area, because um...
Water = Puts out fire
Duh!! Well, anyway, I was late for work (haha!), but I left all my stuff in the building. And, as it turn out, there was no fire, but they locked us out of the building only towel-clad, and abandoned us festering like moldy cheese left out in the hot summer wind. Thankfully, it was 80 degrees, but thats not the point. The point is... uh, you'd think I had one. OK, all confused. I'm just going to leave now. Bye-bye!
It's a Gerbil! HELP!!!!!
- Tuesday, July 22, 2003 | 09:44 p.m. -
Hahaha. I have a funny story! OK, so I was guarding the baby pool with Meghan tonight. And all of a sudden I hear a lady scream bloody murder. So I turn around and I ask the lady what's wrong. She's all
"I just saw a gerbil!"
And I'm all, "Uh... on the pool deck?"
And she's all, "No, it's not a gerbil, wait. What do ya call those things? Oh yeah! I saw a woodchuck!!"
And I'm all, "Okay... Do you mean chipmunk?" [I'm totally cracking up ayt this point]
She's all, "Oh yeah. THATS what you call them. Ok, If you hear me scream again, just ignore me."
Then like 5 minutes later the lady came back up to me and she's all "Ohhh, sorry about before, it wasn't a gerbil, it was a bird."
Hahaha, I'm still laughing about that. They're called chipmunks, and they're very common in Illinois. God, what a dumb-ass. Anyway, I had a good day, and that was the highlight, I'm out!
Thanks for the Zen, Master Buddah
- Monday, July 21, 2003 | 10:23 p.m. -
Good day. I think. I don't really remember. All my day was, was a blur of swim lessons and soap operas and naps. And I worked with nice people and I'm all happy cause I'm eating a Kit Kat bar. Which happens to be my third one of the day. I'm so healthy! And I took a rather nice nap before work. I like naps.
Eeew! You know what creeps me out? When dad's flirt with the lifeguards in the baby pool. Today I got a :
"So, which pool is hardest to guard?"
"Uh... This one?"
"Yeah, I bet. there are lots of children in here."
"REALLY?. Children in the baby pool? NO WAY! Ok, let me do my job and stop making with the nice-nice. Leave before I go martial on your arts. Bitch."
Well, thats what I was thinking at least. Someday I'm going to say that (and get fired), but it'll be toally worth it. Well, I'll TTYL, I'm out!
It burns!!
- Sunday, July 20, 2003 | 10:03 p.m. -
Ow. I went to workout. Probably not the best idea... Well, for the first hour I swam. Was very nice to be in the water, but made me realize what a bitch it will be for swim season. I can't. I won't! Aaah!
Anyway... I realized it was 8. You know what that means, oh yeah, ALIAS! So I change in to my super-sporty-look-at-me clothes and go to the upper level to workout on one of those stationary bicycles and watch Alias (!) at the same time. Although it was a rerun, I enjoyed it immensly! OK, so after the first commercial break I was sweatin' like a, um, uh, thing that sweats a lot. (Lame. I know.) So, I go into the locker room and watch the rest of Alias there.
I didn't watch the last 5 minutes though. Cause it was the episode "Firebomb" (I just know these things), yeah, the one where the people are on fire (ick), and the, uh, super-sexual 'Bathtub Scene', which, may I add, is my favorite part of the episode (not cause I'm a perv), cause its Sydney, and Vaughn, together, the way it's supposted to be *sigh*, but i didn't watch it cause if someone was seeing me watch it than they'd think that I'm really preverted. Although it's not perverted, it's sweet. But an innocent non-Alias (*gasp*) watching bystander may not recognize that.
Ok, to the main point. When I was excersizing on the bicycle and watching Alias, I was WAY into Alias that I didn't even realize that I was working out so hard. So when I got up my ass felt like it was on fire (hey, like the people who burned on Alias...), and my legs were like 47, 000 lbs. Yeah, so now, when I walk, stand, sit, sleep, dance, wiggle (?), or anything else that involves movement, my ass BURNS! Aaaah.
Oh, *Pats self on back* I also went to Borders and got the newest Alias prequel novel The Persuit. I am super excited to read it, although I do not want to right now because if I start I know I will not be able to concentrate on the book, because the cover has a VERY yummy picture of Michael Vartan on it. Mmmmmm. Mmmmmmmmm. Michael Vartan. Yummmmmmy. I mean, he is hot. He's lookin about 9 thousand degrees of yummers! Mmmmmm. Anyway, I'll update later, I'm out!!
Put the mouse back in the house!!
- Sunday, July 20, 2003 | 05:02 p.m. -
So, yay! I finally heard from Lindsey. Thats a good thing, and I'm hopin she can come up to Wisconsin with me next weekend. Lets see... Aaah, yes. Work. Another L O N G day. Not as bad as yeaterday, because my shift today was from 10:15 - 4. But still, it was long. Anyway. I have an extremely sick story from work today...
OK, so I'm sitting up in my chair, just watching the pool and all that fun stuff, when I sopt a man. Not just any man, but a old, gross icky man. So, he's floating on his back, with his feet to me, when suddenly he propells forward.
Man goes forward = Swim trunks go up.
Ew! Ew, and more EEEWWW! I was like "Hey buddy, put the mouse back in the house." Dude, it was gross. My reaction may have been different if he was younger, like, my age. But nooo, it's always the elderly. Ick.
So, despite that... incident, work was OK. And there were these foreign people making out in the pool. Tthey're always by me when they decide to make out. Last time I blew my whistle at them, but they didn't hear me, so I wanted to call the manager. Fortunately, right before I double-whistled, they stopped. Ew. What is wrong with this world?
Oh looky-looky! Today is brong a guest free at Lifetime... Yay! I can go work out. And swim ; ) I'll make my mommy take me. And I'll have fun being all nice and tan while others are pasty and white. Hahahaha. I luuurve my tan! I'm out.
In-services S U C K!!!
- Saturday, July 19, 2003 | 04:20 p.m. -
Oh. My. Goodness!! This day has been a bitch and a half! Actually, more like 8 bitches! Aaagh! Will it ever end? Ok, so I'm all happy and sleeping this morning, then I hear my door open and my mom's like "Get up! It's 7:30!" And I'm all "The hell?" Then it hits me. I have an in-service today. Aaah yes... in-service.
[FYI: and in-service is where we go over and practice out lifeguarding skills... die. ]
Then I realize I'm working 1st shift at the pool as well. So, to make a 8-hour story short, I've been at the pool since 7:45... Gaaah!! At least I got a nice and pretty tan, so that makes up for it. :) Well, I must go and eat my food (I also havn't eaten for 8 hours, so if I don't do it now, I'll bite someone. Seriously.), but maybe I'll update later. I'm out.
Sex Bomb
- Friday, July 18, 2003 | 07:49 p.m. -
Overall, today was a good day. OK, I finally finished the layout for my site. Pretty cool, huh? ; ) Oh, and I got some 3rd season Alias spoilers. *Bad Kelly, BAD!* I promised myself that I would be "spoiler-free" for the 3rd season. But I have no self-control when it comes to things like that. Oh well. What can ya do? Oh, and I programmed my computer so that whenever I maximize a window it says
"Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're a sex bomb!"
Tee hee! Very amusing. And, yes, I am a sex bomb. Hee. And the fun dosn't stop there, I added more clips around and they say very funny things including "The mullet is the reason why people hate you" and "No fool! Back that ass up!!" Hahaha. Hopefully no one plays around with my computer, or else they'll be thinkin that I'm pretty... strange. I'm out!
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