This is Debbers reminding you all to add my new journal of amazement, mr_liam_to_you

Like, now. Srsly.

<3 you all.

HAY GAIZ. ADD THIS.
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It's me.
Don't make LJ accounts while drunk; you'll change your mind down the line!

Paul is currently in his car. Driving. To Waupaca. :D
:D :D :D
He should be here around 8 or 9.
:DDDDDD

Hee.

In other news; my brain is currently being savagely attacked by several angstyriffic plot bunnies.
With fangs.

Elliott Smith's record label is releasing a new album of his unreleased songs. It's two CDs long, and I've heard all of the songs, but I'm buying it, yo. RIP buddy <3

So, I have bi-polar disorder, right.
But you know, it's not like I go from smiles to rage in a minute.
When my moods shift, something triggers it and I just kind of turn apathetic for a day or six.

Well, my mom is like. Fucking insane.
Like, I'm normal compared to her.
Seriously.

( LOL LJ CUT )

I'm going to go rampage through Waupaca on my bike, I think. Or hide at the library. Fuck this house. x_x And its couch.
Oh snap Chapelle quotes.

So yes.
Is it sad that I go to the library to get out of the house? D:
But I think they got my Doctor Who audiobooks in. 8D Win, right thurr. Life will be good.

PAUL'S GOING TO BE HERE IN A DAY. Well, little more than that. About 9pm tomorrow night. But still. So much happy. :D :D :D

I woke up at 3am. D: And watched The Impossible Planet. For teh wins. It's too fucking early. Seriously yo. How can people do this shit on a regular basis?!

And how in the shit am I supposed to ride my bike to work in the pitch black night?! D: I have to leave in fifteen minutes, and I don't think the sun's going to rise in that time. :(

So lame.

I have to mow the lawn when I get home. What.
And then taking a fecking god damn nap.

Paul's gonna be here in a daaaaaay. And a half. Ish.

Les Miserables is so fantastic.

I used to listen to the OBC soundtrack like every day. I can sing along to almost every song. I had a big old crush on Philip Quast, Terrence Mann, and Colm Wilkinson for a while. (Two Javerts and Jean Valjean) So good.

I really should finish reading the novel. Unabridged, bitches. I just don't really like Victor Hugo's writing style. The stories he tells are brilliant and amazing and beautiful, but I just can't like the way he tells them. It seems like he wastes paragraphs and pages and even CHAPTERS describing stupid, pointless things. =\

ANYWHO. LM FTW.

Work was boring.
I bought Camel No. 9's. They have a PINK CAMEL on them. Made me giggle when I gave one to a big burly dude I work with.

Work at 6am tomorrow. Deb = ded.

PAUL'S GONNA BE HERE ON TUESDAY. :O




And btw, don't catch diabetes. Stabbin' yourself in the stomach SUCKS.
...because diabetes is SO catchable. ;D ;D

( Semi-running commentary on 03x06, The Lazarus Experiment )

JACK JACK JACK JACK JACK
I really hope he either smacks the Doctor or kisses him, or both. XD

Electric Six fucking wins. XD <3

So I worked a big fat noon to 8pm shift instead of seven to whatever; my sister and I switched. Win. Although those 8 hours went so fucking slowly. Daaaaaamn.

I work 9-1 tomorrow, 6a-2p on Monday. That'll be PURE HELL.

Then I'm off for like a week because PAAAAUUUUL'S VISITING :D :D :D

So today is Waupaca's 150th birthday, and there's free beer downtown, which I could easily obtain as I have many 21+ acquaintances. HOWEVER. I am responsible. So I'm not going.

Plus I don't want to go to work hungover like half the other MFs will be. D:

Plus(v2) I'm not fond of beer, usually. :(

I think I've partied so much since I turned 18, I've already gotten kind of bored of getting completely trashed whenever the opportunity presents itself. It's like, yeah, I like getting drunk. Like, really drunk.
And if this were two years ago, I'd probably go drink a lot of nasty beer, get really drunk, and go to work hungover tomorrow morning.
But I'm not! Because I'm cool!

So, I have to watch the new Doctor Who episode, and I have work at 9am tomorrow, meaning I have to wake up at 7am-ish. Do I watch now and work the measly four hours extremely tired? Or do I do the responsible thing and watch it tomorrow after work?

...I think the answer is CLEAR.

( Because he's such a charming man... )

Review posted later tonight ;P I'm still a teenager for a few months; I don't have to be responsible yet. >.> *snort* Ah yeah.

I have an icon drabble. It's cracktastic.
( A Relaxing Day at the Zoo )

Make it two!

( Trousers )

What in the shit happened to Lindsay Lohan's freaking face?! I'm looking at that stupid fucking "Georgia Rule" ad LJ's been flashing me for the past week, and it's starting to frighten me. Like seriously. Holy plastic surgery. Now she really is a Plastic! :O O:

Yes I really have watched that movie. (Mean Girls) ;__; ...Yes, I enjoyed it. It's one of my deepest, darkest supersekrits. That really is how high school is though. Maybe not as intense as that, but it really is. Was.

For some ridiculous reason, I loved high school. Everyone I know hated high school, but for me, those last two years were fucking brilliant. It wasn't just skipping school to go smoke during lunch with Niki; I even enjoyed it while I was actually there. My teachers fucking rocked, for the most part; I enjoyed learning most of the time; it was good stuff. And I didn't have bills or tickets; I didn't worry about getting into school because I was already there. At the time, I figured that life sucked and I had too much on my shoulders. But now, I WISH all I had to worry about was finding a way to skip class without pissing off Rayome. I wish all I had to worry about was whether or not I really wanted to wake up at 7am for Environmental Resources extra credit hiking. Fuck, if only.

But it's not so bad. Life was easier, but it's not like I have a TARDIS.
...Yet.
Yeah, I'm growing one in my closet; it's bigger on the inside. Most kids have a pot plant in their closet; I have a bigger-on-the-inside space-and-time ship. Fuck yeah.

Cat!
( Ganked from a post in time_and_chips i think )

And on that note, I'm off to crack!fic-land.
Two SOOPARSURPRIZE fics: Freak Lawnmower Accident, a thought-provoking, endearing Torchwood story. It lightened my heart. Swanson for wins.

The best babyfic ever. In which the Doctor and Romana make a baby. It's beautiful, really.

Yes. Back to the doctor. Well. FNP if you want to be picky.
( Dundundun )

Work 5p-8p, lame-ass 3-hour shift. I hate that shit. Riding my bike across town for 20 bucks. Psht. But whatever. :O I only work Monday next week, so I need all the hours I can get.

Btw. Monday. Kill me now. I work at 6 in the fucking morning! I'll have to be out the door by 1/4 after 5. That shit is worse than school! I'm thinking about going to sleep at 1pm on Sunday, when I get home from work, waking up at 9 or 10p, and just pulling a pseudo-all-nighter.

I <3 30STM.

Work was lame. I only had one break, was right on the edge of the hour requirement for two breaks. D: So my blood sugar was bitch slapping me all fecking day.

So then I get home and start some laundry. In my closet, I have the dirty laundry hamper, and my hugenormous pile of clothes that don't fit because I'm a fucking fatass. I decided to see if maybe I got rid of some clothes in a fit of self-pity, just because they were a little tighter.

Yeah. I didn't. What a way to cheer myself up. My favorite pair of pants ever are size 6, and I just looked at them and my entire day went to hell. :| Even my size 14's are getting tight. I'm such a fatty. D: Gawsh.

So I shoved all my "Lookit-me-I'm-anorexic-and-my-a1c-is-12" pants and shirts in my camping pack and shoved it to the back of my closet. I won't be wearing them for a while. -_- (No I wasn't really anorexic, but everyone thought I was D:)

Now I'm listening to Elliott Smith and feeling sorry for myself. D: D: So sad.

I'm not really >.> I'm cleaning the bat cave.

I finished reading The Little Prince, and I love it! :O It's so...true. Just. Yeah. Fucking READ IT, people. XD I actually started thinking about it while I was working. I'm too concerned with matters of consequence. XD <3

I know. Too much posting from Debbers.

But I have something important to tell all of you! :O

Go read The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint Exupery. It's freaking fantastic, seriously.

So much <3 for kalleah for including it in her (absolutely stupendous) fic, Voyages of Discovery. The only reason it caught my eye is because I remembered seeing it in her story. XD

I'm only a few chapters in (and these chapters are short) but I think I love this book.

And it's funny, because it's written and illustrated like a children's book, but it's still enjoyable by adults. :P Well, as adult as I can be considered. I watch cartoons and count on my fingers. XD

So yeah, I strongly encourage everyone to go read it. <3

The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming, that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists.

I am SO lucky that the librarians aren't bitches.

I got a cookbook almost a year ago, and lent it to Niki, because she was gonna try to veg thing. So, we graduated; she moved to NL, and I never got the mofo back. I didn't get anything all summer, and decided to ignore it because I was leaving for Ashland, assuming I'd only be back on holidays and summer.

Well, obviously, that didn't happen, so I've been using my sister's card to check out books, until I get the cookbook back, or have 30 dollars to blow on paying off the charge.

Well, I was at the library about 20 minutes ago, and I was looking something up on the catalog, which is mere yards away from the front desk. The desk lady was on the phone, and I heard the following:
"Is Deborah there? ... Oh, she's here? Right now? ... Okay, well I'll see if I can catch her."

So I'm like, "Oh hell; they want their bloody book back." I was finished getting my books like, 2 minutes after she hung up, so I go up there, reciting the birth date, age, and spelling fo my little sister's name. Luckily, she's only 3 years younger than me, so I could pull it off no problemo. The lady scanned the card, and was like, "Oh, I think I just called your house. Are you Deborah?"

Knowing if I said yes, she would bust up my shit and take my bookses away, I said, "No, she's my sister." She asked, "Is she here with you now?" And I said, "No; I've no idea where she is; I think she mentioned coming today or tomorrow though. D'you want me to deliver a message? :D :D :D" So she said no, she'd just called.

All is well, right?
I got home, and my mom told me she told the librarian I have white-blonde hair and glasses. x_x She so knew. So. Knew. I kind of feel bad; those ladies have let me get away with murder because I'm not one of the scummy teenagers who skulks around the youth department. And because I was dating one of the librarian boys last summer. Ha. Oh well. They won't be too pissy; Peg Burington likes me, I think. Although I did semi-corrupt her son (the librarian boy) when we were dating o_O Anywho. They loves me. I hope.

I'm redecorating my room sometime soon. I'm coming up with a color scheme and style in the next few days; got interior design books and everything 8D

I tashte like Alcohol. Heh. Heh. I taste like beer. I like beer. Buy me a beer. I'm not drunk, I can drink plenty without... What was I saying? Beer. What Flavour Are You?

Haha! Yer feckin' right my flavour is alcohol. Not beer though; I'm thinking whiskey or vodka. ;) My "second place" was coffee. XD So cool.

Job interview went fairly okay. He asked some tough questions, and none of them were regarding any knowledge I might have in certain sporting areas. I could answer questions about shoes, bikes, and camping gear. :( But I guess they don't care. D: But yeah. I'm calling back in a week. Calling Walgreen's tomorrow.

I could totally use a nap right now, but if I go to sleep now, I'll never get to sleep tonight, and I work at 7am again tomorrow. Bleh. And I'm riding my bike, so I'll have to take my coffee intravenously.

It's Waupaca's 150th birthday this weekend. I assume they'll have a bunch of polka bands in the gazebo, Main Street closed down for a parade, and old people reminiscing about back in the day. I might go, just for the historical significance. Waupaca's a pretty interesting place if you're into pioneer history. Most of Waupaca's income came from potatoes, which they shipped all over the States on our shiny new train tracks. What vision and innovation! o.O

Who else is going to cry on Saturday night, when they're sitting at home, not watching Doctor Who? Fucking Beeb delayed it by a fucking week. What the HELL. I need some sort of consolation for the fecking Manhattan fiasco we just endured over the past two weekends. What the hell is eurovision anyways?!

Edit: So I guess it's not THIS Saturday's episode, but next? Still. SAD. D: There better be some ultra amazing in this week's episode.

I think a girl was semi-flirting with me at McDonald's. o.o

( Lollerrrrz )

I don't work tomorrow, but I have an interview at MC Sports in Plover at 3pm, which is exciting. I'd love to work in a sporting goods store, just because I love biking and camping and hiking and stuff. :D

I actually get a paycheck from McD's on the 5th of May. Ha. The pay period ends on the 31st of the month, so there'll be like 7 or 8 hours of pay on the check. After taxes, that'll be like 40-ish dollars, I think. YEAH MINIMUM WAGE! There's half a ticket paid off, bitchessss.

I had a Lean Pocket for dinner and now I feel like I'm going to keel over and DIE.

I switched out my Ten - WTF icon for my Four - WTF icon, just for this.

No really. WTF.

Much thanks to elasticdave for sending me that. It totally made my life complete.

And now, I'm crashing from my caffeine high, and I'm going to start thinking about contemplating sleep.

And by speed I mean I drank a shit ton of caffeine before, during, and after work.
A VERY LARGE SHIT TON.
( My fucking DAY. )

If you seriously read all of that, congratulations. You're very bored.

I made about 45 dollars today. Oh, minimum fucking wage. ;_;
But whatever. It's a job, I guess. For now.

Final tally: Seven cups of coffee, XL Coke // Five-ish cigarettes.

This job is going to kill me PDQ.
I think I'll lay off the caffeine tomorrow. Maybe. I feel awesome.

Later:
So this random. You love it.
I have my music turned up sort of loudish, just enough that I can't overhear people talking downstairs. (People in this house talk very loudly, so I can always overhear everything.)
There was a pause in the song, and I heard my mom say, "You forgot your cookies! D:" Frowny face and everything. And as she finished saying it, the music kicked back in, so I've no idea what cookies she's talking about and where this person forgot them.

Next time, on The Campbell Cave, how my family operates with five or six people and one shower facility!

It's 5:30am very early.
WHY IAM AWAKES?
MUST BACK TO SLEEPING PLZ.
D:

Icons. Yes more. I found DiM caps. Hell yes.

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