Trick or Treat!

My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
ikyrian goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as vampire.
_ywam_ tricks you! You get a penny.
bluekokaku gives you 12 purple coconut-flavoured gummy worms.
ghanimachan gives you 12 dark green cherry-flavoured pieces of taffy.
karweenie gives you 5 blue tropical-flavoured jelly beans.
kimipoo gives you 17 tan licorice-flavoured wafers.
labeth gives you 12 light orange lime-flavoured gummy fruits.
noellesan tricks you! You get a used tissue.
the13thsquirrel gives you 6 pink pineapple-flavoured miniature candy bars.
thefakeheadline gives you 15 light yellow pineapple-flavoured pieces of chewing gum.
ikyrian ends up with 79 pieces of candy, a penny, and a used tissue.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
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...why are all the people *not smiling*??? Oh, wait...^^;;;;

Catering *sucks*. And such and such.

I feel like I haven't talked to anyone beyond my roommate in *days*. Days! *distress distress distress* This is what catering does to you. It takes you in and doesn't let go until you're sucked dry, your feet hurting, a cloud bogging down your mind, and all you want to do is either scream or sleep. Or both. And you know that if you do talk to someone that you know and like you'll end up just biting their heads off because you're so tired and frustrated and *angry*. It doesn't help that you're a closet control freak, especially considering that your mother has drilled into your head for many years that you always need to be your best at work.

Angry that you have stay for all hours of the evening. Angry at the rough treatment from the people you're catering for. Angry at the stupidity of your fellow "co-workers" even though you know you'll prolly make the same mistake later. But you finally get to the point where it doesn't matter; anything anyone does is just going to piss you off, no matter what. And you think that *that* is what makes you angry most of all.

As you try to hold in the shriek of frustration that has been building for hours, you finally manage to break away from catering, only slightly scarred this time. Shirt lose, knees bent to alleviate the strain on your throbbing feet, hair falling around your head messily, you climb the stairs back to your dorm and try to summon up the will to take a shower to erase the smell of kitchen off of you. Ultimately you decide that it isn't worth it and just flop into bed and before you go to sleep you have one single thought.

Catering. Sucks. Ass.

That being said, I just have one more thing to say: Brandy you suck. I hate you. Grah. Getting me into Shakira, what were you thinking? I *hate* pop! I mean, just because the songs are actually pretty good, with rather interesting lyrics, good beats, and a damn sexy voice, doesn't mean I have to like it. *pouts* Now see what you've made me do? Go all popular and crap that I thought I left behind a long time ago. I was from the table that didn't give a shit, dammit! ...and that means nothing to anyone, does it? Well, it'll be an amusing story for later, anyway.




And just to let you know, I really don't hate you Brandy. In fact, I luuu~uuurve you for letting me borrow your Shakira CD. *glomps*

Peace!
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