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[Jun. 21st, 2005|08:49 am] |
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What to say? Well its been a while since I've been on LJ. First I want to say to anyone who might read this, I am sorry for being so distant. I have been so busy with work lately that all I want to do is sleep. and I just recently started dating a wonderful man so most of my time is being spent spoiling him and getting spoiled. I also want to say hello to all of my friends on LJ. I hope everyone is doing well. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 20th, 2005|12:53 pm] |
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| | Godsmack- straight out of line | ] |
just want to tell everyone how sorry I am for not keeping in touch. I have been so busy with work lately I have no time to think. well I wanted to say hi and I hope everyone is doing well.
here is all my info so if anyone needs to get in touch you can
home: 512-691-9560
work: 512-908-8185
email: b_gracia@hotmail.com
aim: gracia0522
I should start to be online more often so feel free to chat w/ me anytime. |
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| you know your from Texas when... |
[Nov. 18th, 2004|06:31 pm] |
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You Know You're From Austin When... |
You never bother looking at the Capital Metro schedule because you know the drivers have never seen it.
You've been to more than one baby shower that has two mothers and a sperm donor.
You have a very strong opinion where your coffee beans are grown and can taste the difference between Sumatran and Ethiopian.
You know that anyone wearing pants in November is just visiting from Ohio.
You are thinking of taking an adult class but you can't decide between yoga, aromatherapy, conversational Mandarin or one on building your own web site.
You haven't been to Hippie Hollow since the first month you moved to Austin.
A man walks on The Drag in full leather regalia and crotchless chaps ...You don't notice.
A woman walks on The Drag with live poultry ...You don't notice.
You think any guy with a George Clooney haircut must be visiting from the midwest.
You know that any woman with a George Clooney haircut is not a tourist.
You keep a list of companies to boycott.
Your hairdresser is straight, your plumber is gay, the woman who delivers your mail is straight and your Mary Kay Lady is a guy in drag.
You occasionally see a guy on a unicycle whiz by you in your car and you say to yourself, "Oh yeah, it's that guy again..."
You start to worry when you don't see the cross-dressing, bearded guy in-a-tutu-and- bikini-top-who-has-made-a-statement-with-his-grocery-cart-and-cardboard-box-art/shelter on your way to work in the morning. Scarier yet, you know his name is name is actually Leslie.
You'll make dinner or bar plans around who's got the best margaritas.
You have a tough time deciding on one of Austin's eight 24-hour resaraunts (Katz', Kerbey Lane, Star Seeds, Magnolia Cafe, IHOP, Denny's, the Kettle, or Jim's).
You complain about their prices but still shop at Central Market for the scene.
You don't even think about getting good seats to the Longhorns football games.
You know the exact locations of three towing yards.
Your summer shoes are your Birks and your winter shoes are your Birks w/ socks.
Your entire wardrobe consists of: a black tank top, a GAP white T-shirt, second-hand Levi's, second-hand cut-off Levi's, overalls, Longhorns sweats, anything polyester from the 70's, a bikini, Tevas, Birkenstocks, and running shoes.
You often find yourself wondering why magazine editors insist that swimsuit season starts on Memorial Day when it's really the end of February or at the latest, the beginning of March.
You consider chips, salsa, Kerby Queso, and Shiner Bock beer a well balanced meal.
You find yourself making beaded necklaces to give away as Christmas gifts.
100 degrees for three straight months isn't unreasonable, 110 degrees is. And 90 degrees anywhere
between May and September seems a little chilly.
ou figure skin cancer is inevitable b/c it's so DAMN HOT even your sunscreen won't stay on.
When you go out, you make sure you've grabbed your water bottle before checking to see if you've got your wallet and keys.
You don't mind parking a mile away as long as it's in the shade.
Nobody's aware that Southwestern went out of style.
You ask yourself constantly if that's a cute guy or a butch girl. And you really don't care either way cuz it's fun to wonder.
You'd rather ride your bike than get in a car without air conditioning. At least on your bike, you're guaranteed a breeze regardless of traffic.
You see more Texas flags flying than American flags.
You spend so much time at MoJo's Coffee House, you finally start bringing in your own CD's for the staff to play.
Your professor decides in the middle of the Government lecture that now's as good of a time as ever to tell his class of 500 he's gay. Like you didn't know. Like you even care.
Cubicles are no longer referred to as "work spaces" but "way out funky left brain meditation depositories."
The food at the company holiday party is all vegan, organic, soy free, wheat free, dairy free...
That noontime odor in the breakroom reminds you of your trip to Caracas, but its only somebody's lunch.
You're in a band - several of them, in fact
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Austin.
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| I'M NOT CRAZY |
[Oct. 20th, 2004|04:46 pm] |
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| | Bjork | ] |
let me clarify, some of this is true, but there are some parts that are way off. but I thought I would put myself out there for all to see.
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| My horoscope |
[Oct. 15th, 2004|11:07 am] |
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| | delerium | ] |
Friday, October 15, 2004
Look to will enjoy a subtle bit of justice today, when an old rival finally admits that you have won. Your discreet celebration is long overdue.
I didn't know I had a rival. at least I won |
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| Dirty Mind |
[Oct. 4th, 2004|07:27 pm] |
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Please forgive me but I have to express how much of a pervert I am. ever since I was in middle school I have always done something that to this day still makes me laugh like a little kid. I'm sure everyone already knows this but I have to do it.
when ever you read a fortune cookie you have to add "in bed" at the end. well last night, after my delicious meal from some chinese restaurant down the street from my house, I read my fortune and here it is
"You'll accomplish more later if you take some time for yourself" IN BED.
I know I'm a dork and a pervert but sometimes I just can't help it. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 3rd, 2004|01:27 pm] |
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| |  giddy | ] |
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| | Pink Floyd- Hey you | ] |
Wow, i haven't written an entry in almost a week. It sure has been a crazy one. Last weekend my roommate her daughter and I went to the Pecan Street Fest. I love going down there, my dad got me hooked as a young kid. He doesn't really like going down there because there are too many "Austin Hippies". My dad is very conservative and can't look beyond the blinders placed in front of him by his parents. He is one of those people that is afraid of anything different. and of course his punishment for that is to have me for a daughter. Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha. And of course I torture him every chance that I get. He is slowly coming to terms that I am one of those "Austin Hippies", You know what dad, I'm proud of it.
well at the fest, a band that I really like was playing there and we got there just in time. The band is ultrasonic and I think they are great. And this has nothing to do with the fact that I have a crush on the Bass player. He is so hot. *drools*. I listen to the CD all the time so I know most of the words. Well While they are putting on a fabulous show I was singing along , and right when I notice Carl (the sexy bassist) is looking at me singing, I forget the words, and now I look like an idiot. He showed his pearly whites and I started blushing even more. I felt like a little kid. Why does he have to be so damn hot? well I have a little week spot for Bass players, I play the bass myself so I love them all. I got so many pictures of him, I think he knew what I was doing. LOL. oh, now I can look at his pictures and drool. no I wouldn't do that, I might mess up the pictures. lol. |
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| I'm so bored |
[Sep. 29th, 2004|01:31 pm] |
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| | Bjork- human behavior | ] |
I'm at work right now and I am so bored. I can't get my own work done because I have to finish someone elses work right now. but I can't bitch, she was on vacation and she was left with a full month's work when she came back. as long as my work for september is finished I'm fine. I just wish I could get a bigger head start on Octobers. |
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| Poetry Slam at the 21st Co-Op |
[Sep. 24th, 2004|03:52 pm] |
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| | Cold- Suffocate | ] |
Last night Litsa and I went to the Poetry Slam at the 21st street Co-op, and all I can say is WOW. they now have a new member. I have always been interested in poetry since high School and I even went to a few open mic's, but nothing like this. The energy in this place was so welcoming, warm, exhilarating,and exciting. I almost didn't want to leave, except for the fact that I had to work today, and Litsa had to study, so we didn't get to hear the band that played for the after party. I think I found my new home.
The people were so full of life and such good karma, everyone was feeding off of everyones energy. Just being in that room made me start thinking about my own poetry, of course its no were near as good as the stuff I heard last night, but I was thinking about it. I don't think the smile I had when I first walked into the co op ever left my face. The room was so well decorated that you couldn't just look at on thing. My eyes were diverted all over the room. I couldn't help it, every wall with a completely different painting. Litsa and I were talking about how cool it would have been to have been there when they painted the room. there was such a mix of cultures, races, and religious backgrounds, that made me feel at home. I think every poet said something that I could relate to, or touched me in some way. Harry Potter, Janet Jacksons titty, KISS, Crabs, Sex, were just a few topics last night. I can't wait till next month, and the month after that, and so on.
I was also able to have some very interesting conversations with Litsa. She is such an intelligent woman with such a big heart and open mind that it made the night much more enjoyable. To be able to sit and have a grown up conversation with someone in that environment was just awesome. We talked about so many things from childhood to dreams and everything in between. She also may be the reincarnation of my twin sister. I think I have made a new friend, and I hope she feels the same.
I think just once everyone should experience the 21st street co op. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 22nd, 2004|06:09 pm] |
Fun Firsts.
First best friend: I can't remember her name, she lived next door to me when I lived in California when I was about 6
First car: Chrystler LeBeron AKA: POS
First date: 3 years ago (thats so sad) His name is Calvin
First real kiss: Same guy
First screen name: Adidas 101
First self purchased CD: I can't remember that far back
First pets: Black Mutt named Bobby
First piercing/tattoo: Piercing about 6 months old, a very strange family tradition. first tattoo 18 years old
First musician you remember hearing in your house: My parents never play music, and some how I became strangely obsessed with music, I play music all the time, all kinds
Last cigarette: about 5 minutes ago
Last car ride: about 30 minutes ago
Last kiss: I can't remember its been too damn long
Last good cry: I don't cry
Last movie seen: sunday night, Man On Fire
Last beverage drank: right now Iced tea
Last food consumed: lunch time, Wendy's Biggie Fries
Last crush: I still have a crush, his name is Chris
Last phone call: about 15 min ago
Last time showered: this morning
Last shoes worn: I'm wearing some now Adidas
Last cd played: Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Last item bought: Clothes at WalMart
Last annoyance: A woman I work with,
Last shirt worn: Tshirt
Last website visited: google.com
Last word you said: thank you
Last song you sang: I don't sing, My singing hurts my own ears
What color socks are you wearing? White
What color of underwear are you wearing? Black
What's under your bed? Paintings
What time did you wake up today? 5:30 am
FUTURE
Where do you want to go? Asia, Europe,Africa, in that order
What is your career going to be? Advertising, or Teacher
Where are you going to live? In my dreams? Japan
How many kids do you want? 0
What kind of car(s): Corvette, I know thats not very practical in Japan, but I can dream
CURRENT
Current mood: I have so many emotions going on right no I'm not sure how to describe it
Current music: Slipknot- duality
Current taste: Tea
Current hair: Straight
Current clothes: Tshirt and jeans
Current annoyance(s): this Headache
Current book: Harry Potter
current color of toenails: nothing
Current hate: My Step-mother |
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| Very sad day |
[Sep. 22nd, 2004|02:56 pm] |
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I just found out about 1 hour ago, that a guy I went to high school died in a car accident just down the street from the high school. I have so many mixed feelings righ now. I feel so sad and I want to cry but I'm at work right now so I have to stay professional and finish my work. He was such a nice guy, and he will be missed. He was one of those popular football players that everyone knew and liked. He knew he was cool and good looking but it never really seemed to get to his head. I will never forget the time at our senior prom when he came up to me to compliment me. No one had ever seen me in a dress before and it was kind of nice to be noticed.
For some strange reason my graduating class has some sort of sick curse on us. Every year since Middle school someone would die from very strange causes. There is no need to go into detail about how they died but each one was very strange. And the strangest part about all of there deaths was that I knew each person pretty well. either I was very close friends with them or we had many classes together. but either way I knew these people.
I'm only 22 years old and I know that I have a lot of living to do, but now it makes me think how short is life really? The guy that just died was only 23. life just doesn't make any sense to me right now. Maybe I'm just being emotional, but this sucks. |
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| Changes |
[Sep. 21st, 2004|08:00 pm] |
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| | 30 seconds to mars- capricorn | ] |
I need to change something about myself. of course not my personality, I want to stay as weird as possible. I want to either get another tattoo, dye my hair, cut my hair, change my clothes, do my makeup differently. I dont' know what to do. I'v been letting my hair grow for out a little, trying to get rid of the layers, but now I'm bored with it. I've had just about every hair style long and short. I've had the same tattoo since i was 18, and I've been working on drawing another one for quite some time now. but its time for a change. I can't do piercings since I work for the state, I can't do anything to drastic, but I need something. I'm tired of looking at the same face everyday. I've made a lot of changes in my life and I want to be able to see it, not only feel it. I've been exercising a little more lately so physically from my neck down I will change. but my face. I'm 22 years old and I'm tired of looking like a kid. of course everyone says "you'll love it when your older" and I'm sure I will, but while I'm in my 20's can I please look like it. well I don't really have to look like my age, just different. I want to feel pretty every time I look at my self. I want to see a change. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 21st, 2004|07:02 pm] |
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| | Godsmack - straight out of line | ] |
Today has been a pretty good day. It feels good to say that. I haven't been able to say that in a long time. I work for the state as a case worker, a very easy job. The only problem with the job itself is that I have to talk to people that have hit rock bottom in there lives and are relying on me to feed them. sometimes it hurts because there really is nothing I can do. They are only eligible for so much. Then you have those people like I client of mine, that insists she be put on her 28 year old son's food stamp case. This poor man can hardly take care of himself and now his mother might be the reason the this man will not be able to feel independant and eat. it hurts me because I have already told this woman that because of her income her son might not get his benefits, and as long as she is on his case he will be denied.
What is so sad is a majority of the people that I work with don't feel sympathy for our clients. They are there just for the money, which isn't nearly enough. I can understand not getting too personal with the clients but at the same time, what if it was you. How would I feel if I was 80 years old and couldn't take care of myself, and I was looking forward to that $10 check I got every month just so I could buy a few extra cans of food each month. Each application I get is a life, and I feel like I am one of the few people in that building that believes that. If people don't like the job just leave. Why would you waste you time in a place where your not happy and you truly don't care about it? |
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| Me Wanna Go Home |
[Sep. 20th, 2004|12:38 pm] |
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| | confused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Bjork | ] |
So I'm at work right now, I'm so bored. this is my lunch break and i'm in my office.If going to the break room means I'd have to sit and listen to the latest gossip, I'd rather sit in my office alone with the door closed. for some reason people here think I'm stuck up, I can tell you now I am far from it. Trust me I am the last person to put myself up on a pedestal. I know the reason they think I'm stuck up because I keep to myself. I usually don't warm up to anyone until I know a little about them and can tell that we have something in common. and I think there are maybe 5 people that I can relate to.
I don't mean to sound like a big baby but sometimes it hurts when you realize that people just don't like you. I try to be nice and polite with everyone I meet. I was raised with manners and I try to use them. But sometimes manners isn't enough.
To those that know me, know that I am a little odd, and proud of it. I'm not a stereotypical black girl. I love the fact that I'm different. I try to express how different I am everyday, just because I can. My whole life I have noticed that black people don't like me. I have not one black friend. Is it because I try to speak proper and use big words? since I was born with a brain I try to use it, and fill it with as much knowledge and useless junk as possible. Please forgive me for not speaking Ebonics. I have common sense and I use it. I don't listen to rap music because I can't find the meaning of it. I listen to music that uses real words, not this made up crap. I am so tired of having to make exceptions for the way I am.
Growing up, I remember getting picked on by most of the other black girls in my school because I didn't talk like them. Ok, so I was not raised in the "hood" and didn't have to watch out for drive-by's on my way to school. but neither did all of those other girls I grew up with. the grew up in nicer houses than most of the white people in my neighborhood. theire parents were doctors and lawyers. they didn't have to ride the bus to school cause they had brand new cars to drive in. Why is it that people feel the need to live up to the stereotype? if someone could please explain it to me and make me understand why I should do it too, Please let me know.
Ok, I think I'm done venting. If none of this makes sense I apologize, I just had to get this off my chest. |
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| No longer an animal lover |
[Sep. 19th, 2004|11:56 am] |
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I could just scream right now. this morning I wake to the sound of my roommates dogs playing up and down the stairs. Waking up to dogs barking is one of the most irritating things to me. If there was someone breaking in I could understand but no one was coming in or out of the house. they were just "playing" as my roommate says. well I say let them play outside. let me sleep.
My roommate has a business going on ebay so she has lots of merchandise all over the house, and doesn't listen when I tell her to put the stuff in the garage or in her room. Needless to say,when I cam down the stairs this morning there are torn boxes and broken things all over the living room floor. and if I remember correctly that was some stuff that was for sale.
I'm not going to clean it up, cause this is not the first time they have done that. and its not my stuff. and besides, I have other things to do today rather than pick up after dumb dogs. |
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| No more babies |
[Sep. 18th, 2004|11:54 am] |
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what a day this is going to be, I'm babysitting my cousins today. they are 3 and 1. I love those girls so much but they remind me everyday why I don't want children. they are a handful.
so there goes my weekend. I'm watching them tonight and tomorrow night. Now I really need a drink. Like I said, I love those girls but they can make a grown man cry. fortunantly I'm taking the girls over to a friends house, so they can play with her daughter, so that will be a very good thing. its still going to be crazy.
this is going to be a very long day.
I need to find something to eat, I'm going to need my strength. |
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| Howdy |
[Sep. 17th, 2004|06:08 pm] |
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| | tired | ] |
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| | Evanescence | ] |
Here is My first Entry. what to say? well about a year ago a friend tried to get me on here but of course, I messed everything up and I am finally getting back on. so lets see how it goes.
I just got off work and all is want is a drink, i've had such a long week. I can honestly say that I do like my job but the people i work with drive me crazy. but thats a part of life. I just have to deal with that. |
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