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Name: Alexis
Birthday: 3/9/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: Video games, band, karate, snorkeling, animals - dolphins and sharks specifically, swimming, the ~ocean~, competitive equestrian hunt seat (horseback riding), writing poetry and lyrics, sketching, drawing, being obsessed with the musical artist STING!, eating olives... my staple diet (^_^), xanga...apparently, daydreaming of what could be...
Expertise: Going to college and musing on the meaning of life.
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  x Mystic Ocean x
AIM:  x Stingluver5 x
Member Since:
9/20/2004
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Life isn't like a box of chocolates. It's like this big effing bag of onions. Every layer that you peel down stinks more than the last layer. Sometimes it makes you cry and other times you chew some bubblegum and say, "screw you onion jaunt!” Although, I quite like onions and would eat one everyday. Especially if it meant that it would keep people away from me. :D Too bad my mother won't let me do this because I have a tendency to OD on the oddest things. No, I never showed up positive for opium at the age of 10 because I ate a whole jar of poppy seeds...
In other news, a woman at my work saw, "Technicolor Lobsters" in her room about two weeks ago. My one co-employee thought it would be "cute" to ask the "marine biologist" to come in and "evaluate" her room. Soooo I did and she thanked me, and told me to, "Look out for that blue one over in the corner of the room." Awesome. So I strolled into work today and found that the lobsters had changed from "Technifreaking Colored Lobsters" into grey lizards under her radiator about "THIS BIG (holds out hands to NOT a foot, half a foot... don't want to tell tall tales, you know)" and sometimes they are green and look like alligators. They like to run around her TV stand's feet and live under the radiator. Sometimes, when she sits in her chair, they help her fall asleep, UNTIL they are mean and start "spritzing" (her word I swear), yes, "spritzing" water at her. They obviously need to bomb her room and get in the animal control, since they, "scare the shit out of [her])."
Dear God(and everyone I mainly wrote this for amusement to), I love my job, thank you for making me miserably content with a house of crazy lovable old people. I also thank you for having a twisted sick mind to make a women see technicolor lobsters and grey half-foot lizards that are SOMETIMES green. You are t-u-b-u-l-a-r.
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| Well, I hope everyone's Father's Day was better than mine. I started it out by praying to the porcelin god, compliments of food poisioning, thus missing the Father's Day church service. I then was informed when I woke up by my dad that my mom found out from a lady at our church (the lady was rushed to the hospital because she sliced her finger almost off as she was cutting bagels at chruch) that my poppy was there and, "did you know that Wende (my mom)?" Hence, I spent Father's Day in the hospital with my poppy, instead of the whole family going out (including my two lil' 2nd cuz's I haven't seen since Christmas). It was basically a busman's holiday for my mother, myself, and my cousin, who all work in areas like that. What, with mom doing hospice, me being an RCA, and my cousin working at St. Lukes. Most importantly he is going to be okay. I'm going to visit him again before I go to work Monday. Personally, the man is going to be 91 on Tuesday - not too shabby for still being well and able to drive (normally) if you ask me. Ironically, it was four years ago to the day that he was admitted to the hospital. I told him that if he wanted to see sexy nurses that this was not the way to do it. Then he told me he already found a new wife that was a nurse at the hospital. Grandma laughed at him. Considering that they've been together going on 60 years, I think grandma knows very well that poppy is pwned. Ah, such love. | | |
| I have to be up early and I sicken from eating one to many chicken breasts... don't ask. Soooo speaking of meat, here's a little exciting update with a side of dessert. So the scoop:
 Haha... I found this pic at greatbigstuff.com... you have to check that site out. Thier slogan makes me thing bad things.
~ I called argued with a nurse, risked my job, called the EMT's, got a woman taken to a hospital because she displayed signs of a stroke. Outcome? She's still there at the hospital too. People love me, the nurse loathes me. *shrug*
~ A man from my work is going to die soon. Sad part is I am so used to this from working there that I feel bad for the family but it doesn't really upset me and prevent me from going on with my daily business. Callous as it is, someone has to do it.
~ A woman the age of 85 told me that she wanted to snap another elderly man's suspenders and that it would be "naughty." I then proceeded to ask her never to say that again. She said she would if I gave her some cake. Let the woman have some cake! I yelled outloud to the waiter. Yeah, the same woman that made the Cheer on the maintenance man... haha. Surprised?
~ Another elderly woman clogged her toilet and it was like the great lakes all exploded at once.
~ Dementia is great, you live in your own world. Yeah, minus leaving hallway packages because you think it's your personal bathroom... if you get my drift.
~ Speaking of which, a woman proposed that some could say she was full of it today and continued to tell me get her to the toilet ASAP or I'd be the one full of it.
~ I lost my sanity giving a woman her shower when she took a swing at me and bashed glasses into my one eye.
~ My sanity was regained when my favie co-employee worked with me today.
~ I was hit on my an elderly man who proceed to try and convince me I was working to hard and needed a "back rub." I told him he was too old but to look me up in the phonebook if he had any single grandsons my age.
~ Speaking of men... Aaron "sexy maintenance man" came in with a black muscle t-shirt and shorts to work late at night to take measurements for something at work... yes it's sad, but that mad my night. Ooo... I held a convo with him. I forgot... that helped... if I remember what he said... all I remember is gorgeous guns...
If my memory doesn't fail me, my vision basically saw this:
 I have to still work on operation do-not-be-distracted-and-check-that-man-for-a-ring... I keep getting... preoccupied.
~ An old German Farmer told me his explicit in detail report on how he used to use pitchfork to "take care" of the gophers in his fields. He thought of this as we were watching Animal Planet at the end of my shift one night. Use your imagination.
~ Five days of non-stop mayhem leads to a nice relaxing weekend of Philly and Fatherly goodness.
~ Jeremiah is coming up to KU on the 26th! I am most definitely asking for that day off so we can hang out!
~ I pwned my punk guy neighbor on a car comparison before work Friday. Don't ask, but it made me happy. Sean Paul had something to do with it. Using your imagination on this would be excellent.
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| Stole this mabob from Sam 
You Are a Dreaming Soul
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Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you away from this world
So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time
You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all...
But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult
You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you.
Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses.
Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others.
Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life.
Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, and Traveler Soul
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