HI MISS ALICE ✩

So I'm often walking through the casino on the way to work, and tourists/random people are looking at my uniform with the Cirque du Soleil crest, and my badge.
One of the most common questions I get:
"What do you do for Cirque?"
And my most common answer (with a very serious expression):
"I'm a Snake Charmer."

Or earlier today, "So, what do you do in the uhh.. Circus de.. Soil?"
"Hmm? I'm the Bearded Lady."

No, I don't do flips, the splits, climb walls, or fly.
You won't see me in the performance (I wear black so that I DON'T show up). But I work, very very hard.
Sometimes when I get home, I fall asleep sitting up on the couch, and I drool all over myself.

And you know what? I couldn't be happier.

This is me, most days.

We do the dance right. We have got it made like ice cream topped with honey. But we got no money.

Posted 31 July 2011:
"Who is awesome enough to get thrown out of a bar at their highschool reunion for being too drunk? ME!"

Overall, it was a great night (until I got thrown out). I wore school colours, teal and silver - go LVA! Woo! I got free drinks (my friend Tiffany knocked me in to the pool, seriously, who actually does that?). And I got to see lots of old childhood friends and acquaintances.
Dorky Dave drank till he dropped, literally, he totally fell out of his chair.
And the photographers enjoyed taking pictures of me dancing and acting a fool. A miserable wet fool - thanks Tiffany!
Everyone was amazed at how I hadn't changed at all since school. Which I have to admit, was the most perfect reunion I could have imagined.

Today, I'm going to spend the day packing and preparing to leave the city that I have lived in 2/3 of my life. I'm sorting all my belongings in to two piles - TAKE and GIVE AWAY. Its heartbreaking, but at the same time, exulting. I feel relieved and elated to be rid of material belongings, to move on with a chance at a clean slate, and a fresh start.
I have often found myself saying to other people who had cried at me about losing their phone, breaking their computers, ripping their new pants, etcetera, "They are just things."

I'm excited for this leap to an overbearingly religious city, with a stinking cesspool of a lake (see previous post). No, I really mean it.
I recently read an interview of a SLC fashion designer, "I don’t have to wear couture. I don’t have to have the latest. I’m not superficial about it. What I love is the artistry of it. Clothing is just what people put on their bodies to keep from being naked, to keep their butts from scraping on rocks when they sit down…but fashion is what you have to say about it, expressively and responsively."
Word.
Most fashion falls in to two base categories: utility (cover, modesty, or protection from elements), and for identity (uniforms and corporate apparel). The third is beauty (something with no purpose other than vanity), and sadly, not as popular.
What really tickled me - "I took my mom’s square dancing petticoat, sewed giant sequins all over it, and wore it to school once. I think the kids told me it was the “devil’s clothes”."
Check out her store here: Haus of Mirth or drop by Unhinged, 1121 E. 2100 S in Sugarhouse (free parking in back).

On July 4th, 1776, King George III wrote only the following in his diary: "Nothing important happened today."


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I have always believed in spirits, ever since I had any concept of life, or the absence thereof.
Of all the photographs I took while in Europe, this is one of my favourites.

This was a graveyard we walked by. Note the creepy ghostly mist. :D

I told astah that we should have a YouTube channel, in which we post videos of us visiting haunted places, getting really scared in the dark, and running around screaming like bitches. That would be awesome.

foxfirefey has gifted me a paid account, so that I'll stop bitching about the limitations on the number of interests in my profile. I loves her so. ❤
I now get 100 icons as well, which I will relish with great ridiculous joy over the next 6 months.

So about these...



I've been hesitant to eat the goodies Olivia sent me from Europe. I could try to explain why, but then I'll sound like a huge idiot (moreso than usual).
Today I gave in, and ate a stroop wafel for lunch. Les gaufres fourrées au caramel (typique de siège néerlandais pour le sandwich délicieux), or caramel wafer in plain English. Mmmmm. Merci beaucoup!
These are nostalgic - Ich aß Karamel Waffeln in Deutschland, als ich 15 Jahre alt war... or something. Its been a long time, and different languages are starting to blur in my brain.
I recently went through photo albums and came across the many photos I took while in Europe.
Oh, how I wish I was young again...