I must say I don't understand where this fascination of athleticism has come from. All he does is attend the gym. I pray he does not begin to be, dare I say, ok with drinking out of plastic cups. Not only is he constantly at the gym, I have been informed that there will be volleyball in just a few weeks and then there's softball. Dear lord softball. There is nothing soft about playing with balls. It's bad for the skin.
He tells me he's been thinking about writing. "Thinking" about writing? He needs to just write. I tell him to set some time everyday to do so. But he doesn't listen. It is upsetting but I shall not be disturbed by it. Montgomery's do not take suggestions, demands or ultimatums. We give them.
There really aren't any other complaints. He doesn't complain and seems chipper nearly ninety percent of the time. It's remarkable if you ask me. Perhaps he's met someone. One can only hope.
Yvaine
Spring is here. The weather is perfect for sweaters and light coats but one can never tell with the mood swings this area tends to have. Nothing ever stays the same. Which, in retrospect, is a good thing. The idea of the weather making people deal with transitions is amusing to me. Almost to the point I giggle when there is a complaint. Really now? What can one do?
Now, it's important that I tell you my expectations of the following months. Transferring schools is not easy, nor will it be for my kin. Nonetheless, I will have expectations of him. Obviously, grades will be at the utmost importance. Without grades, how can he tell people that he's better than they are? Well, besides making them feel inadequate with various verbal techniques.
I'm not sure if he will make an attempt with intermingling the old with the new. He's never done it before. Separation techniques is his key. One never can tell though.
There's only two more things I would appreciate your help with. I want him to 1) work on his physical health because physical well being leads to mental well being, and 2) his writing.
Please see to it that he completes these tasks.
Sincerely,
Yvaine
Today's fashion faux pas is brought to you by the letter "C" for classless, the number "0", and the sign "<".
I just have this feeling though, in person, he'd probably annoy the shit out of me. But on youtube, it's just too cute. Way cute.
Your International Spy Name is Madame Shriek |
 Your Code Name: Punchline You Reside in: Rome Why You're a Good Spy: You're a fast driver |
Your International Spy Name is Dr. Sparks |
 Your Code Name: The Eunuch You Reside in: Rio de Janeiro Why You're a Good Spy: You have total recall |
I figure I should keep a list. I’ll update it when I can.
One of the most famous fashion quotes is from Coco Chanel, she said, "Fashion Changes. Style Remains."
How do you keep your style?
Got to get shit ready.
Got to look pretty.
Got to pick Mija up.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
There's not enough food.
God damn these cupcakes are good.
Ok, I was wrong. There's more than
enough food.
She's here. They're here. Everyone is here.
Drink. Drink. Drink.
It's three hours till midnight. I can't wait.
I want to give her the present now.
Must wait. Must make her wait.
Drink. Drink. Drink.
The clock is ticking.
Sorbet has been scooped.
Champagne popped. And poured.
3. 2. 1.
They kiss. I kiss.
We all kiss.
When WE kiss,
I reach behind to my back pocket.
"Are you scratching your ass while kissing me?" She asked.
"Yes" I said.
Then BOOM. I hand her the present wrapped in a red velvet box.
I tried to get it set in Platinum, but they wouldn't do it. She didn't care.
I thought about getting the chain in platinum, but it didn't look right. So
I settled for for gold and white gold links.
She thinks its pretty just the way it is.
She now has her very own jade Buddha.
It was a good New Year's.
Champagne served in a flute with raspberry sorbet with blueberries is elegant.
Naming your child Champagne is trashy.
Inhibition is clever on how he sticks to you. Find some Goo Gone. Windex will do as well.
I am so mad at happy. Happy is on a time out.
One should be okay with being okay if one is inclined to say one's okay.
If you think someone is happy all the time, you're deluding yourself. They're faking it.
If passion falls for you, don't let go of it. Hold on tightly, but remember to let go lightly.
When scary looks at you in the eye, stare back and ask him out for sushi.
Can things be about me? Just for a little bit.
In the end, all you have left is what you leave behind.
-Yvaine
Dear Mr. Hottie Principal,
It seems as though this year went by with such swiftness it leaves me lacking memories of pleasantries.
We start off the year making grand efforts to either change our luck or keep our luck. A year of change was what 2008 had to offer. Change 2008 offered, opportunities however, it held back. Could I be wrong? Could 2008 simply didn’t carry opportunities to offer in its inventory?
Perhaps.
If this is the case, am I not allowed to feel neglected?
What disturbs me the most about 2008 was my constant desire for attention from specifics; mainly you.
For years I was content without any attention from you, but then, out of the blueness of your eyes, I thirsted for you. My want of your attention bothers me deeply and instead of putting on the armor I have displayed at the entrance of the estate I have decided to lay here (Cate gave it to me from the set of Elizabetth: The Golden Age). A Vivienne Westwood robe covers my pail skin, curtains pulled closed leaving only cracks for the sunlight to burglarize my room, and numerous bottles of Voss water (glass, not plastic as the glass ones are more delightful to throw in the fireplace).
I have one day to put together a list of lucks to change and lucks to keep.
Not Yours,
Yvaine
Deepest apologies for my absence. This so called mini vacation turned into a much needed sabbatical. The sun does splendorous things for the heart and while they don't do such nice things to the face, those Asian driving masks do wonders when you're sun bathing on a yacht.
Happy Christmas.
A leaner, more tanned,
Yvaine
*Gloat*
Is it bad of me to want gas prices to go back up? Just so then I can gloat more next to those SUV drivers. Muwahaha =)
"Fast Food" Research Project
Study# 08-4607
Nichols Research is looking for Men and Women ages 18 to 55 to participate in a Taste Test.
WHERE: a Local Fast Food Restaurant (San Jose, Santa Clara, Sunnyvale)
WHEN: Wednesday, December 17th; Thursday, December 18th; and Friday, December 19th
TIMES: Interviews are being scheduled between 11:30 AM and 6:30 PM each day
DURATION: 15 minutes
INCENTIVE:
Qualified participants who attend the project will receive $40.00 as a thank you for their time and opinions.
Also, if you know of someone who meets the description we are looking for, please feel free to forward this email.
If you, yourself, are interested, please click on the link below (or copy and paste the link into your web browser) and complete the quick survey. We will call you if your responses look like a possible fit for this project.
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PLEASE NOTE: We cannot extend an invitation to anyone without going through a preliminary questionnaire over the phone. Please be aware that you will not be scheduled for this study until you have been screened and officially invited.
We cannot guarantee that we will call back everyone who responds once a project has been completed. The project may be filled by the time you respond to this message.
Thank you!
Sincerely,
Nichols Research, Inc.
Oh yeah, and this is what I want for Christmas
Your Social Dysfunction: Happy You're a happy person - you have a good amount of self-esteem, and are socially healthy. While this isn't a social dysfunction per se, you're definitely not normal. Consider yourself lucky: you walk that fine line between 'normal' and being outright narcissistic. You're rare - which is something else to be happy about. |
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