alice789: (my spoon is too big)
So I am wardrobe attendant for Disney this weekend.
I had no previous knowledge of the show, costumes, timing or cue tracks.
Tonight during quick change a performer came running into the tent and shouted "Zip!" at me.
I unzipped his pants - when I was supposed to zip up his shirt.

Its pretty funny, now that I think.
alice789: (that was uncalled for)
Haha, so on the discussion of "Why do rich people dress like bums?"
We came to the conclusion that the behavior of throwing money away on depreciating assets such as cars and clothes is what seperates the millionaires from the rest of society.

"People with money who are not the asshole noveau riche, i.e., who are comfortable in their own skins, don't give one good goddamn what twerps like you or other shallow wannabes think.

They wear what they want when they want, and the old line rich do not generally ever put their money into cars -- they consider this vulgar -- but rather spend what money they spend on their estates, although also never in a showy, vulgar way.

Now, yacht salesman have LONG known this, and would never turn away a no socks wearing, courduroy pants guy, as they KNOW how the old line rich habitually dress.

Many, many noveau riche (I can't help but think of large swatches of New Jersey when I think of same) have more newly acquired money than taste, are still the same vulgar and insecure assholes they were before acquiring some money by being relentless assholes, and so NEED to impress other shallow asswipes with their bling -- which, apparently, is the only metric of supposed personal worth that these twerps understand."
alice789: (frozen)
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[White and silver holo glitter, & OPI clear top coat]

Snowy nails for the winter holiday! Woot.
I like how this could almost pass for french tips at a distance. Its subtle and simple.

I have a tradition (since Jericho was born) of buying one fancy ornament every Christmas - photos of my new ornament will come later when I actually have my tree up and decorated (because I don't).

I'll be spending the next three weeks painting and sorting out my life! Everything is CHAOS!

EDIT -- HERE IT IS!
My new ornament.
alice789: (bitch)
Jack again!
Jack! He won't go away!!

I haven't been posting much, because I've been busy wasting time. Or rather, other people have been wasting my time for me.
Like, I sat in the lobby of the bank for over an hour, all just to change a few details on an account. BLAH.
alice789: (meh)
The fun started Friday morning. I am a nice driver. I do not rage in the car - except for when assface decides to speed in an active school zone, in order to pass me on the right, in the middle of an intersection, by driving in the bike lane - all to turn into the exact same driveway I'm going to (the drop-off lane for elementary students). I'm not sure if they were dropping off children, or if they were employees of the school...

Then that night, LVA Alumni Mixer at the Marquee. A party thrown by the alumni association for my high school. Some RSVPd a month in advance, and yet 100 alumni are turned away at the door to The Library at the Cosmopolitan, because only 100 people are allowed inside due to fire codes. What an absolute mess of planning that was.

And the next day, I get back from the store with a trunk full of groceries, park in my usual spot outside my house. I run in to unlock the door and drop off some bags, and turn to see some jackass running away from my car with an armful of my grocery bags.
I didn't shout after him. I didn't call to anyone. I just watched him go despondently.

I've decided this person must have been in dire need - though it is difficult for me to figure out who could have possibly needed those groceries more than me and my children.
Certainly someone wouldn't stoop so low as to steal food, unless they were starving to death, right?
I don't understand this act of theft, if they had approached me and asked sincerely, I would have given them something. Yeah, I'm poor as dirt, but I do feel compassion.
When I see someone homeless on the street, with sunburned face, asking for anything that will help, I give them my spare change. Because as bad as things may be for me at times, someone will always have it worse, and that kinda breaks my heart.
alice789: (foresty)
Earlier today, my neighbor caught me talking to the flowering plants outside.
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WHAT? DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT.

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I grew up in Coronado, California, and the ocean is something I truly miss. I love perfumes, flowers, pastels and muted colours. I love to watch anime, play games, read books, eat sweets, and drink ice cream floats.
Despite liking really girly things, I don't consider myself an exceptionally girly person.
I get a huge boner for Baroque music.

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