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Name: Laraaaa.
State: Wisconsin
Metro: Green Bay
Birthday: 12/28/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: my wife, epic naps, sweet guitar hero riffs, anything and everything japanese, razor 94.7, raptor jesus, failing my driver's test 4 times, broadway musicals, helen keller jokes, don't break the ice, obnoxious ring tones, chuck taylors, old-school sailor moon, coloring, JTB American Summer Camp, dinosaur comics, disney movies, peanut butter and strawberry preserves, team rocket.
Expertise: skanking by numbers.rocking the taco bell drive-thru. playing the grammar police.beating everyone at guitar hero.using web lingo in public.becoming a pokemon master.
Occupation: taco bell slave
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  kittie laces
ICQ:  277379275
MSN: spork314@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  ska.tastic
Member Since:
10/2/2004
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| soooo i was at a work party last night
it was more of a 'welcome back from jail' party for my buddy chase, and a going-away type party for me. anyhoo, it was the whole t bell crew and we were ready for dangerously high amounts of intoxication.
except, my buddy ricky decided to take 250mg of fucking methodone and OD'd super bad...
one second, he was talking, then spacing out and dropping his food everywhere, then turning purple and having trouble breathing...
it took 5 of us to carry the guy up the stairs and get him into the shower to try and cool him off. only after forcing a watery charcoal drink down his throat were we able to revive him. i was literally SECONDS away from calling an ambulance.
...damn. you hear of that kind of shit all the time, but until it really hits home, you don't - you can't comprehend the intensity of the situation. ricky's one of my best buddies and i was freaking the fuck out.
don't do 'done, kids.
on other news
i am about 95% packed and not really ready or looking forward to the trip back to eau claire, especially since i have to work at shitshopko the same day i move in. for 8 hours. fucking great.
peaceeee
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lol @ dinosaur comics 
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my sweet ride.
only $900, thanks 'quality plus' auto!! 
okay, so it's not the exact one
but it's a '93 dodge dynasty, teal.
you're jealous.
i'll upload some pictures of my baby later 
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| two entries in two days...that's gotta be promising, right??
so i just got off of work, another doubles day from hell. i have this shit summer job doing housekeeping at americinn, and i worked that from 8am-1:30pm today. then i had this awesome 2-11 shift from hell at taco bell, and, much to my dismay, i got to train three new victims today.
wanna know the kicker?? all of them were older than me by at least 20 years. yep, taco bell's starting to lean towards middle-aged employees!! woohoo! glad the only person capable of training them is the kid who's back from college and only works breaks. sweet.
uhhhh
tomorrow's razor edgefest!!! i bought my tickets as soon as they were being sold, it's gonna be awesome. going with some buddies from the bell. the lineup:
sevendust
drowning pool
nonpoint
and a couple other more local, lesser-name bands. but i have high expectations :)
in car news:
i have roughly 2 grand. I AM GETTING A FUCKING CAR BEFORE I GO BACK TO SCHOOL.
shitty part is, i am having a hell of a time getting a hold of people who are selling their cars, not to mention it's near impossible to find a car that cheap that's not a complete pile.
any hints? pointers?? I AM SICK OF BIKING EVERYWHERE WHEN I'M 20 YEARS OLD OMGGGGGG
alright.
rant over.
bed.
night, xangerrr
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| so i guess i'm blogging again.
not quite sure how long it'll last, hell. i suppose we'll see.
so we're nearing the end of summer before my junior year at the eau c.
goddamn. i feel old. i'm already going to be an upperclassman and i really have no idea what i want to do with the rest of my life.
well, that's kind of a lie. i want to graduate, preferably under 5 years, and then mosey on through grad school and emerge a true-blue pharmacist. but we know that the chances of that happening are rather slim...sigh.
on to other news.
i'm sooooo sick of working deuce jobs this summer. i thought the bell would be bad enough (GAH!! thank god i don't work at that shithole year-round) but to add on the housekeeping gig at americinn...not to mention that i am STILL biking everywhere even though i passed my driver's test this summer. yep, i passed, at the ripe age of 20, yet still can't use any of my family's 5 cars to get to work. i fucking love it.
hmmmm
what a fantastic epic rant here...so much for the fresh start, xanga...
well. it's late, i've gotta work doubles tomorrow so i suppose i should get a bit of shut-eye.
until next time, dear forgotten blog.
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