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Originally posted on MySpace blog on 10/4/06:

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Oh, yeah, and I dyed my hair back to brunette. Also, I made it into that play. I'll post info on my page when I have it all. If you're in the area, you should come see it. It'll be funnier than, um, lots of things.

I have to admit, it's getting better.

Originally posted on MySpace, 9/21/06:

Just a little update to let you know that things are actually okay. A few weeks ago, my mom had shoulder surgery. Her shoulder had gotten so bad ("how bad was it?"), that if they hadn't opperated fairly soon, we may have had to nick-name her "Lefty". I am not even kidding, it was apparently very bad, but she's doing fine, now. She's going to be in physical therapy for a while, and I am now her chauffer. You know, I don't mind it so much. I thought we'd drive each other crazy, but we're getting along pretty well. The oddest thing has been happening when we do piss each other off: we talk it out. I know! Strange though it may seem, it actually works. So that's cool.
Also, I think I have a decent shot at getting into a play. This would completely rock, as the production sounds like loads of fun and it would be my first time acting in, like, six years. For about a week, I haven't been looking for a job. You know what? A place I interviewed with called me this morning and offered me a job. It meets all of my requirements (a. It pays me with a check, and b. I don't have to worry about getting seriously injured there). And then I got a call from another place that I'd like to work at for an interview. I told them I'd accepted a job, but they told me if it didn't work out that I could give them a call.
So I'm not going to push it and say that things are turning around, but they certainly seem to be going in a good direction. Soon, I can start paying bills and go to the salon, where I think I may become a brunette, again. Because, honestly, I haven't had more fun as a blonde. It's also hard to keep up when you're broke. It's been like ten weeks since I've colored my hair. I'm starting to look like a brunette with a lousy at-home highlight job.

Hello?... Anybody there?...

Granted, it's been a long time since I've posted here. If anyone actually reads my posts anymore, I'm sorry for neglecting you. The truth is, I've been posting solely on MySpace. I said I wasn't going to do that, but I've up and done it. I'm not going to abandon this blog, because it was my first, and I don't know if can actually abandon it. I think it'll just float forever in virtual reality, like some non-existant space junk. So what I'm going to start doing is double posting. For ever blog post I put on my MySpace blog, I'll put here, too. I know, it's not nearly as personal, and it's the epitome of redundancy, but it's the best thing I can think of at the moment.
I'll also post a link to my MySpace page. Even if you're not a member, I think you can pretty much look at it. So I'll just post my past blog post from there and date them, and then I'll just double-post in mostly-real time from then on.

Our Trip to the Zoo, Part 5

Poor zebra, he's so bored. He longs to be free to roam the zoo, buy a pretzel and get his picture taken by someone who'll charge him $20 a print. Mr. Z, you don't know how good you've got it.
The Flamingos were great. They're housed with the ducks, who are very raucous neighbors. They were making all kinds of noise, chasing eachother and occasionally running into these pink birds.
This third one reminded Janet of a vaccuum cleaner as he continued to drag his beak accross the pond's floor. I like the ripplage in this picture.
Thus concludes my series of zoo pics.

 

Our Trip to the Zoo, Part 4

This is the daddy panda. The panda exhibit kind of bugged me, not because of the signs that said we had to be quiet, but because of the way it is formatted. Instead of being able to walk up to the panda habitat, guests have to walk through a line. An unecessarily long line. The line was dragged outside of the exhibit, and when we finally got inside the exhibit we saw that the congestion was caused by stupid people. These people would wait to get as close to the pandas as they possibly could, whip out their $500+ cameras and spend minutes taking pictures. In a normal exhibit that's understandable to me, but this was a line. Lines are meant to move; click, click and you're done! Now I know their cameras are great and all, but come on! These people weren't satisfied with one or two great shots, oh no. They had to get every moment of cuteness these pandas could squeeze out. I was extremely lucky to get this second picture of the baby panda about to pick his teeth or his nose with his lunch!
The third picture is of a sunburned Me on a reflective polar bear stature. I don't know if you could tell, but staying on that bear was not an easy task.
 

Our Trip to the Zoo, Part 3

This is what's known as a Bearded Warthog. We knew him as stinky. For being so fierce (you can't see his teeth in this picture), these guys were actually kind of cute. At one point they just kept chasing each other around their pin. He kind of reminds me of a soldier in the Civil War.
I'm not really sure what this next little guy is. I missed the sign. But he kind of looks like a punked-out Bambi. He has his little mohawk and his antler piercings. He's hard core and cute as can be!
The third photo is of some flowers at a break area. I just liked the colors. Just in case you don't already know, the drinking fountain water at the zoo is yucky, and made me feel crummy in the tummy. Of course, it could've also been the heat and all of the walking we did. You're better off paying $3.50 (part of the money is a zoo donation) for a bottle of water from a machine.
 

Our Trip to the Zoo, Part 2

Our following two photos are of meerkats. If you've ever wondered what meerkats look like, or live under a rock and have never watched "The Lion King", then feast your eyes upon the first two cuddly pictures. Look at the first little guy digging a hole so he can hide from all of our cameras. Aww... Or the second one, who was posing for us. You can tell which one has been there a while.
The third photo is of a mommy and baby warthog eating together. I was so proud of this pic. I framed them in the leaves and it looked great in the viewer on my camera. But upon loading it onto my computer, I realized I had a great picture of some leaves. But I decided to post it, anyway, for memory's sake.

Our Trip to the Zoo, Part 1

Last Thursday, Briggidy, Brandy, Their Aunt Kathy, their cousins Julie, Janet and I all went to the San Diego Zoo. It was great. We all laughed at everything and all the animals were super-cute. By the end, we were all tired and cranky. Okay, by the end, I was tired and cranky. But we still all had fun. I was sore and exhausted for three days, afterwards, after all of the walking we did. But we finished off the night with chocolate chip pancakes, so it was all in all a great day.
I didn't take nearly as many pictures as some of the others, but I thought I would space these out, anyway. The first one is of a Tree Kangaroo, who clearly is not in a tree. The second photo is of two of the Giraffs you can feed at two different times each day. Most of us fed them. Their tongues are long and slimey, but they have hand sanitizer for after they've taken your biscut. The third photo is a cute baby Giraff. Apparently, when a Giraff is born, she falls six feet to the ground. We think it's scary when we're born: it's cold, bright and who are all these people staring at you? At least we don't have to drop a great distance to the ground and are expected to immediately stand up. We're such wimps.
 

Proof

Here is the proof that I did in fact work at Disneyland. You can't just go and get these things made. For four glorious days, I was a cast mamber. And if I lived closer, I might consider working there, again. That is, if I were to find myself in the same situation and not moved on to bigger and better things. It might be fun to work in the entertainment division, but they don't have too many shows going on there. I guess they don't have too many people working there with my name, or they at least didn't expect to get any more Alithias before the end of the 50th celebration. Well, this is just another item that will have to go up in the museum the world builds for me after I take it over. 

Aww...

Look at our little kitty, Tiger. She's an angel... when she's sleeping. In this house, you won't find a cat who cuddles better.