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Name: Lacy
Birthday: 2/20/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: Dancing, Swimming, Rollerblading, Riding my motorcycle, Listening to and playing music, Hanging out with friends, the usual
Expertise: I can frolic like nobody's business!
Occupation: Fitness Instructor
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AIM:  Saxy2
Yahoo:  Lacealace
Member Since:
7/29/2002
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| I keep forgetting about this little guy.
Hmph.
I shall name him Jorge, (pronounced whore-hey!) and Jorge and I will reconvene soon!
Or... we won't... leading to another post just like this one sometime in 2009.
My apologies ahead of time. And ALSO... a slice of veggie pizza.
But I'm keeping the slice if you refuse to accept my apology.
In fact, I'm just going to keep the slice period.
you know how long it took me to make that thing?!
blood, sweat, and tears!!! Well, no, none of that minus maybe some tears. Lots of tears. I HATE 'cooking.'
And who buys ME a cookbook for Christmas?!! What's up with that, mom??
I THROW VEGGIE PIZZA IN YOUR *FACE*... IN MY MIND... BECAUSE I'M STILL NOT GIVING IT AWAY TO *ANYONE*.
: D
The end.
Hey.. this was kind've like a 'veggie-tale'.
(big eyes)
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| I've graduated college, and the more I think about those 4 years of education, the more I get pissed off! Thousands of dollars later... and I have hardly retained a thing. Granted, I studied for tests the night before... but I *could*. I could study for an exam just a few hours before taking the test, and still manage to end up with a 95 or higher. That's ridiculous! I should've failed for the amount of effort I put in. Teachers were far too quick to spoon feed everyone the material rather than handing us the chopsticks we deserved to struggle with! If college had been as difficult as I imagined it was going to be... maybe I WOULD'VE learned something. I would've been forced to study for days or weeks in advance and actually absorb some information.
Or maybe I picked a subject I just didn't really CARE to learn about.
In which case, that sucks. : / Yeezus. That reeeally sucks!!
Point is, I don't know what to do now that I've graduated, and frankly, I don't feel PREPARED to do anything... at least anything related to my degree.
And I'ers is going, gone, NUTS!
I need to find my niche!! I'm starting to feel like the only one out of my circle of friends and peers that hasn't found her path in life yet. And 22, for being a 'young' age, is starting to feel awfully old and time-pressing when you're niche-less.
It's depressing how when I was younger everyone had all these high hopes for me... "She's a little genius this one... she's good at everything she does... she's going to make it big one day!" I actually even fell into the trap of believing they were right...
What the HELL happened?!!
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| Captain Spanks.
Yesterday I had to teach a 9:15am aerobics class for an hour. It went well minus the fact I only got about 4 hours of sleep beforehand and I was feeling nauseous halfway through the class. (Okay, I guess you could say it didn't really go well at all... : / ... )
I planned to sleep once I got home, but instead I got a phone call from my mom the second I stepped into my apartment:
Mom: Hey! I've got the kitty... do you want it?
Me: .... sure.... wait, like right now?!
Mom: Yeah, I'll come to town and drop him off!
Me: Okay.
So instead of going to sleep, I waited a little more than an hour for the new arrival--one of the stray kitties that hangs out at my parent's lake place that is supposedly extremely people-friendly.
Kitty arrives and is just that... extremely friendly. He follows me around everywhere and is a little cuddle bug. And that's all fine and dandy except for the fact that kitty still has claws and his idea of 'cute' is snuggling really close to your face and then reaching his paws up in it to knead away.
Alright, so I'm extremely tired and sick to my stomach, but I can handle a few scratches here and there.
Ohhhh, but now my allergies kick in. I grew up with cats and have never noticed a 'cat allergy' until my parents moved away with the cats and I went down to visit for the first time. And just like the commercials, I had the runny nose, sneezing, and itchy eyes....
I still refused to actually believe I was allergic until my new arrival added more sickness to my sickness.
So now I'm really having fun.
Kitty also decides that he's gonna meow it up unless I spend every second by his side, endlessly scratching his little white belly. He's not "people-friendly" anymore, he's just plain needy.
Fine, he needs attention and he's still trying to figure things out, and he wants to make sure he's not gonna be abandoned. I can deal with that. I CAN DEAL WITH IT ALL.
UNTIL...
5am: I've *finally* been asleep for about an hour. Very unusual... kitty doesn't come to snuggle up, but goes to the end of the bed for a bit, then hops down and goes underneath (nothing new with that--he camped out there a few times during the day.) Okay, now I can stretch out...
I extend my legs out and immediately retract when my foot slides over something warm and moist.
"WTF WAS THAT?! Ohhhh, don't EVEN tell me...."
Sure enough -- kitty took it upon himself to wet the bed... soaking the comforter, 2 sheets, a matress cover, and the new matress itself.
AWESOME.
I didn't even know what to do. (I know what most people WOULD have done... rub the cat's nose in it and 'discipline' it. But that's not how I roll. The cat isn't even use to being indoors... when I was little, I wet the bed, too, so wtf.) I had *just* been up at 4am cleaning out his litter box after he used it, and all I wanted to do was just f*@%&#* SLEEP!!!
I got up, stripped the bed, poured very alcoholic-smelling cleaner over everything, and cried.
I walked down to see what time the laundry room would be open.... 9am.
Not sure what's worse... the overwhelming smell of hot cat urine or alcohol. The mix of the two though... that's beyond words. My stomach? Feeling GREAT now.
I thought about calling my mom that very moment to say, "Ready to take the cat back?" but I figured just because *I* was miserable was no reason to call and make someone else miserable at 5am.
I'm at a loss.
I know I can't keep the cat... but I don't exactly want to turn it back to the 'great' outdoors, especially with the colder months approaching. At the same time, I don't want to take it somewhere to be adopted out because I don't feel right about it being free 'in the wild' for however long and then being locked up in a cage. My mom and sister cannot take him because they already have multiple cats...
Captain Spanks (Yes, that is what I named him) has spanked my ass.
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| I truly can not sleep at night anymore. I'm beyond tired, but my body refuses to commit.
I'm going out of my mind.
But that's for the best, seeing as how my eyes are burning and will send internal flames throughout my head soon...
... and I don't do heat well.
Madness lurks just beyond . . .
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| I teach aerobics to step-nazis.
My knees are ready to fall off.
I can only assume these women are robots.
80s robots.
Minus the hairbands and thong leotards.
I'm sure it's only a matter of time though...
I wonder if enrollment would increase or decrease if *I* decided to come in sporting a thong and a fro.
Sad thing is... I actually OWN a thong leotard. It's quite awkward.
The entire lower half of my body is throbbing, hence the early morning rambling.
I need another job... preferably one that doesn't threaten the lifespan of my limbs.
I should really sit in an ice bath... but if I'm going to have ANY piercing, shooting pains near my vagina, they better come along with some fancy jewelry that gets caught up nicely in zippers and makes it hard to urinate for awhile.
All class.
The end.
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