Stess's Journal

So today was fun. Good church, lunch at a local hamburger place with the best waffle fries ever, and then my interview at Avenue, which went swimmingly. Almost definitely have a job, unless katysdiary upholds her threat and tells the manager all sorts of horror stories on me.

So after my interview I did a little random shopping out of boredom. I've been on a flip-flop hunt, looking for cute ones that aren't just your average $2 Wal-Mart variety, but still cheap. I went to Kohls and found a cute pair. I also learned, via the five-year old girl in line behind me, that Thumper is actually the Easter Bunny, and that he has email. Seriously, y'all this girl was adorable. This is the conversation:

GIRL: Mom, can I have some candy?
MOM: No sweetie, you can't have candy. Remember, you got in trouble with the candy? I had to tell the Easter Bunny not to bring you any because you are in trouble.
GIRL: *gasp* You know Thumper?
MOM: He has email.
GIRL: *pause* What's his email address?
MOM: Only mommies know it. Otherwise you would email him, and only mommies can tell him if you get candy.
ME: *silently dies laughing*

So I come home, blah blah, normal afternoon, watch some TV, play a little Sims, make some icons for my icon contests, and then about 11:30 I am totally bored, hungry, and still not tired. Mark, it transpires is also hungry. This calls for a random sneaking-out-of-the-house-to-get-McDonalds run. That accomplished, I return upstairs, sit down, and not five minutes after I have delivered Mark his chicken nuggets he IMs me and says "help. come down here now." I proceed to freak out, run downstairs, to discover that Mark mistook a bottle of rasperry vinagrette dressing for barbecue sauce, and consequently has spilled it ALL over the carpet, chair, himself, desk, and keyboard of his computer. Woe. His words? "Oh good, it didn't get on my nuggets. That would be nasty." I'm like...uh...who cares about the nuggets, dude, if you don't get this up quick, your mother will murdelize you. You'll never eat another nugget again! Although it smells lovely now, it is quickly staining the carpet, which our mother is highly protective of, being that this house is brand new. So we quickly fetch the industrial strength carpet cleaner (WHY we have this is anyone's guess) and manage to get the stain out, for the most part. The keyboard is another story, but that's his problem, not mine.

In honor of Saint Patrick's day, this entire entry shall be written with an Irish accent, while I listen to Enya.

So me Mam and brother and I went today to the BMV to get our Indiana driver's licenses, you know. We had been once already but didn't have everything we needed. But me Dad threatened to take away all our keys if we didn't do it by next week, so we hitched up our britches and marched on over. We all sat down to take the test, and wouldn't you know I got me test last and finished first? But actually me brother finished first, and then figured out that he was supposed to fill in the answers on the answer page at the back, not circle them all the way through the bloody test, so he had to go back. Me Mam was scaird as a banshee that she wouldn't pass it, but we all passed, aye, though closely. We had to come back to get our licenses though because the system went down. So we went out to eat (imagine, Italian food on St. Paddy's day! Osh aye) and when we came back, it was back up! Hurrah!

Now I'm sittin meself down and gettin busy. I've got to teach meself math again, so I can teach me brother so he can pass his test. This book is terrible! The answers are harder to find than leprechaun gold! Osh, aye, but I'll get through it. Me Mam and Dad are goin out tonight with their mates to celebrate the holiday. I'm just gonna stay home and watch me television.

Hope you enjoyed me St. Paddy's day stories. Aye, and have a marvelous day! :)

Meme for the Occasion: 

( What Color Green Are You? )

Ok, so a few months back I probably told you guys that I was making a Harry Potter neighborhood in the Sims. I got bored last night, so I took screen caps of all my HP houses. Just for kicks, I thought I'd share. Feel free to laugh at me, shake your head, roll your eyes, and sigh.

( Hogwarts School of Simcraft )

Yes. I'm a nerd. We know.

Ok, I FINALLY had time to do this meme. Course, I did it on l8nitewriter's iBook, but whatever.



The Mary Sue doll meme

1. Go to the Elouai doll maker. http://elouai.com/doll-makers/candybar-doll-maker.php
2. Make an ordinary doll of yourself and save it
3. Take that doll and, leaving a couple things (nose, eyebrows, whatever) the same, Mary Sue yourself. Make the most blatant Mary Sue you can conceive.
4. Post "Before" and "After" in your LJ. Bonus points if your Sue has a backstory of some sort.

( Stessie Sue's Hogwarts Story )

Ok, so summaries fail me today. So may I present...

( Today, recap style. )
And that was today! So it was a pretty awesome day. Yeah. Five years since we've placed in Spring Sing. What a way to go, lemme tell you. Walmart will always hold a place in my heart.

*stomp stomp clap clap* WOOO!

I had the *wierdest* dream last night. Ok, so nothing still tops being gunned down by N*Sync (ask me sometime and I tell you that one, if you haven't heard it already). But last night was probably one of the weirdest since.

I don't remember all of it. I remember the beginning started out like a lot of my normal dreams. I was somewhere with a big group of people, we were all dressed up, then somethign happened and we had to escape quickly, so I was trying to teach them how to fly, since I can almost always fly in my dreams (i know it sounds cheesy, but think happy thoughts!). Then I got stuck in a video game again...that hasn't happened in a while. But then, here comes the good part.

So my family is at someone's house for dinner. I think it might have been like Thanksgiving or something. And they live by this huge pond right, like it comes within 20 yards of their back porch. And my dad and the guy and I were outside talking because they had termite problems (like...they were everywhere. eww) We go inside and the guy is like, omg look, and there was this huge crocodile (I guess it was a croc, since thats what they called it). The guy ran to shut the door, but he wasn't fast enough. That was one quick croc. So I start screaming and it comes at me like its going to bite my arm off or something. But I was standing next to the already set table. The croc completely bypasses the three people standing there, blocking him from the rest of the house, pulls himself up to the table, grabs the bowl of mashed potatoes then starts to leave. He stops at the door so the guy can get one spoonful, then proceeds to head back to the lake, with our mashed potatoes.

Even in the dream, I died laughing.

Mashed potatoes?

I'm still laughing now.