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M.I.A. Babies [10 Jul 2006|05:44pm]
[ mood | amused ]

Oh...and I also like how no one can say for sure if Tom Cruise and Katie Holme's daughter actually exists. It makes me laugh.

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[10 Jul 2006|05:36pm]
[ mood | cynical ]

Do Americans realize that they suck? Do they realize that every day they are repeating history? Do they realize that they are all ignorant fools? Open up a book for crying out loud- an American History book! It time to file a law suit against America's ignorance... charge it with domestic violence.

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Blah!! [12 Jun 2006|07:32pm]
[ mood | bored ]

So...went to my first party a couple weeks back. Um yeah... CR spent a great deal of time getting wasted and then being mad at me for not going to the prom with him... 3 years ago!!! Which evidently I was the one being a cold heartless bitch by refusing him because after all he liked me "before I became attractive". Oh you're right CR... you liked me despite me being a hideous bitch, you are so noble and kind hearted. Blah, kill me. I left after the gropping started...or I should say, bolted. Derek also thought it would be fantastic to hit on me too. "Ah, Derek, you know you're girlfriend is asleep in the next room right?" "Yeah, she's in the next room, not in here." Right then, you're absolutly correct, you are totally the type of guy I want to dump *my* boyfriend for. Bah!

But, on the plus side, start a new job at Zales Jewlers this week...woot! And got an internship at FableVision today! Yippie. Maybe things are finally looking up. Yes, looking of for me, looking up for Brandon Strathmann after I hurt him...no...not so much. But that's another story...

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[09 Mar 2006|01:30pm]
[ mood | aggravated ]

Jeff: So, when does that recomendation have to be in by again?
Me: ..........two days ago

My life wrapped up in less than 20 words.

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[11 Jan 2006|01:37pm]
[ mood | infuriated ]

Once again I have had to skive off all of my plans because ONCE AGAIN, I have to pick up my nephew from school, at the most god-damn inconvenient time! What the hell did I do all day yesterday? I got up at the fricken crack of dawn to sit there with my nephew cause he was faking sick and my brother-in-law had to go to work.
Now, I'm not angry that my mom asked me to do this. She doesn't feel well and she works hard. I am angry at the fact that my air-head sister can't f*cking take responsibilty for HER own kid and my mom is the one who has to pick him up everyday from school and stay with until my sister decides to leave work and her little boyfriend to pick him up. My mom is the hardest worker I have ever seen. She works from 4 am until 12:30- 1:00, she gets home, eats, and then has to pick Matt up from school. By the time my sister picks him up, it's 5 oclock, time to start dinner, and then my mom goes to bed at 7:30. Newsflash, my mom's 57 and too old to be raising anymore young kids.
If my sister can find the money to buy my 9-year-old newphew a ipod nano, than why the hell can't she hire a babysitter 2 or 3 days a week so my mom can have a break? Or better yet, why doesn't she take some friggen responsibilty for her own kid!?
Seriously, when I was Matt's age, my mom was there to pick me up every day after school. Every single day! What is the matter with parents these days? It's like they are so obsessed with themselves they forget that they even have kids. If you're not ready to make sacrifices, and that means, not going to Disney world w/ your boyfriend so you can run a f*cking marathon, LORI, then maybe you shouldn't have had a kid.
.....*sigh* alright... that rant made me feel better

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I got this off of the Princess' livejournal...I don't even know why I'm filing it out [03 Jan 2006|12:27am]
[ mood | indifferent ]

6 favorite companies/designers:
:: Urban Outfitters
:: Glo (because they are the only jeans I can find that fit)
:: Victoria's Secret (cause of that underwear fetish)
:: Apostrophe (because I love me boots)
:: Gap/ Old Navy (depending on the season)
:: Channel (what? what girl wouldn't want a Channel suit?)

5 albums that have somehow shaped you:
:: The Beatles 1 ('cause it's the Beatles!!)
:: Johnny Cash: At Folsom Prison
:: Greenday: American Idiot
:: Nirvana: In Utero
:: Michael Buble: Self Titled
:: The Drakness: Permission to Land (because I love them)

4 books that you couldn't put down:
:: Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden
:: Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
:: Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson
:: And currently...The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

3 favorite dvds:
:: Cherade
:: Sense and Sensibility
:: Harry Potter: POA

2 things you can't live without:
:: my laptop
:: my boyfriend

1 guilty pleasure:
:: "Sex and the City"

Bisoux

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woohoo! I'm baking you all brownies in my Easy Bake Oven! [12 Dec 2005|09:01am]
[ mood | hungry ]

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

Last Tuesday I saved a busload of nuns in Angola (326 points). In July I gave dreamweaverz32 a life-saving blood transfusion (50 points). In April I signed my organ donor card (28 points). In November hellsravage and I donated clothes to the needy (11 points). Last Thursday I gave bigmouthinacoma a Dutch Oven (-10 points).

Overall, I've been nice (405 points). For Christmas I deserve an Easy-Bake Oven!

Sincerely,
gwilwileth55

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I found 20 dollars on the side of the street yestarday [06 Dec 2005|10:30am]
Your Heart Is Pink

In relationships, you like to play innocent - even though you aren't.
Each time you fall in love, it's like falling for the first time.

Your flirting style: Coy

Your lucky first date: Picnic in the park

Your dream lover: Is both caring and dominant

What you bring to relationships: Romance
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You're a mean one... Mr. grinch [27 Nov 2005|06:57pm]
[ mood | cynical ]

Does anyone else think that the end of the semester should be on a different month...like November...or January...anything. Having to worry about final projects on top of trying to find gifts for the nephews and neices with no money has a certain way of sapping all of the fun out of the holiday season. Bah Humbug!

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I don't know what to say about this [04 Nov 2005|01:54pm]
[ mood | bored ]

pippin
Congratulations! You're Pippin!


Which Lord of the Rings character and personality problem are you?
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Mortality [23 Oct 2005|09:51pm]
[ mood | melancholy ]

I just found out that a few days ago, my good friend's mother died unexpectantly after a heart attack. I didn't know Emily's mother well, but I knew that she was an extreamly nice woman, who was a good cook, careing, and accepting, and had a very good relationship with her daughter. My friend's mothers are not supposed to die, not now anyway, not when they are so long. Grandparents, I understand, but not parents...not before they've held their first grandchild, or even before their first and only child's college graduation. I apologize if I've been in a weird mood today, or maybe even for the next couple of days. This event just makes me realize how short our lives are, and that we all spend too much time being angry at other people, at friends, parents, teachers, etc, when we shouldn't be...it just isn't worth it, especially to think that an angry spat may be the last thing you say to that person. Oh, I'm not saying we should all be paranoid, just conscience of our own mortality. So, try to resolve issues with people as soon as possible, try to forgive, and never, ever, go to bed angry with the person you love, family members included.
On a more hopeful note, Emily was brought up in a family that told her not to spend too much time greiving for a person, and instead to spend time celebrating the life that that person lived. I think it's a good philosophy.

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[22 Oct 2005|04:14pm]
[ mood | okay ]

Had a dream a few nights ago that former animaton teacher, Tim Finn, died from eating bad sea food, and then I was so worried that all of my former teachers were going to die that I followed former anatomy teacher,Jim Hoston, around telling him to be careful.




The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

LevelScore
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Moderate
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)High
Level 2 (Lustful)High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Moderate
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Low
Level 7 (Violent)Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Very Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
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[24 Aug 2005|12:49pm]
[ mood | groggy ]

Alas... what a wonderful Reid- free day. Saw Blake last night (ewwww. That's all I have to say, just ewwww. Hol will have no prob getting over him now, what with his new civil war beard goin' on.) Also saw Rachel Lagana...again...ew. I didn't think it was quite possible to get more anoying but evidently this girl did. She should go back to Chicago...and away from me. But on another note Kahluha= very very good which can be a very very bad thing =). *sigh* back to work and typing up wonderfully fun spread sheets.
~Bisoux

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Dream [08 Aug 2005|10:54pm]
[ mood | lazy ]

OK, so the other night I had this dream that I was married to Zack... and we lived in my basement. But then Jeff, my supervisor, proposed to me, and I said 'yes' and we lived together in the woods behind my house. Not in a house mind you, there was no ceiling or walls, just random bits of furniture strewn about. So then I went for a walk in this pig Elizabethian style dress ('cause evidently that's normal) and I ran into Henry VIII, who also asked me to marry him. Naturally I agreed and we got married. So I was married to three different men and no one knew that I was married to other people. It was basically just me going back and forth from...well... bed to bed. It was weird. And I had red hair. Ok...I'm done now.

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[08 Aug 2005|08:03pm]
[ mood | distressed ]

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.


**REPOST THIS IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG**

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Don't ask me for coffee [03 Aug 2005|06:05pm]
[ mood | chipper ]

Ok, so on Monday had to go to Salem for Jury Duty at flippin 8 am. Sat around for two hours, and was dismissed at 10 am because there were no cases that day. Morning was a total waste, but got soem major reading in: "Six Wives: The Queens of Henry VIII" by David Starkey which is chuck-a-buck full of facts and history and oozes with abolute amazingness... can't put it down.

So anyway, after I got out of the big J D I high-tailed it from Salem to Topsfield in the pouring rain, in record time to go to work. See, here's the thing, I could have easily gone home and slept and no one would have been the wiser. But no. I am a good girl and a dedicated worker so naturally I ran into Masco and up the stairs and found Jeff and Reid in the middle school library.

I asked Jeff if he had anything for me to do. He said, "Well, I was going to have Reid do it, but since you're here...will you go get me some coffee?" Coffee?? Coffee?? WTF! I sped from Salem to Topsfield in the rain, in technically my day off, so that I could get this shmo coffee? A job which is clearly suited for Reid what with him being the newer employee. I have seniority bitches! And that was how I became a massively bitter bitch for the next 2 days.

Anyway, I huffed and puffed all the way to Dunk Nuts, threw all of his change in the tip jar, and seriously contemplated spitting in the man's coffee (but didn't, 'cause I'm a good girl down to the bone) and drove back thinking that, hey at least there will be real stuff for me to do when I get back. Right? Yeah, F that! I followed Jeff around for the next hour, and watched *him* fix all of the computers. So, I faked sick, told him I was leaving, and hung out with Marissa and Missy in Salem and had a lovely tour of the House of the Seven Gables.

Missy and I saw "Wedding Crashers" later that night which was fricken hilarious! I love the weird artist kid, am lusting over Owen Wilson, and my image of Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman is now completely tarnished.

found out today that I am now living in Lawrence Hall in room 323 and am wondering how I am going to get the fridge up on the thrid floor?? Hmm...

Anyhoo... that's that. Oh! Actually, there's more...

Dan Benson asked Jeff is he and I hooked up yet, because we "spend an awful lot of time in that back room". Riiight... because the computers aren't in that back room. Now I understand why my dad(who also works at Masco)keeps dropping by the back room randomly. =P

Dan Benson is going to get his ass kicked and is going to have to sit there whilst i show him all the pictures of Zack and explain to him that I have a b/f, I don't cheat, and Jeff is simply not even close to being my type. I mean, God! I would sooner jump Reid (who does bear that striking resemblence to my ex) and we all no how I feel about that kid (both those kids actually) =P!!

~Bisoux

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Errrmmm [29 Jul 2005|06:57pm]
[ mood | amused ]

1. YOUR STAR NAME
(name of first pet + street you live on):
Ahja Hilldale

2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME
(grandmother's/father's first name + favorite snack):
Ruth Raisons

3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME
(first word you see on your left + favorite restaurant):
Staples Sylvanstreet

4. YOUR SOCIALITE NAME
(silliest childhood nickname + first town where you partied):
Becca Topsfield

5. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME
(first initial + first three letters of your last name):
B Bet

6. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME
(favorite animal + name of high school):
Fennec Masconomet

7. YOUR BARFLY NAME
(last snack food you ate + your favorite drink):
Grape Tea

8. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME
(middle name + city where you were born):
Elizabeth Danvers

9. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME
(favorite candy + favorite musician's last name):
Raisinette Ragan

10. YOUR OPPOSITE SEX NAME
(name of [opposite sex] friend + cell phone company you use):
Josh Mobile McGregor

11. YOUR STAR WARS NAME
(first 3 letters of your last name + last 3 letters of mother's maiden name /+/ first 3 letters of your pet's name + first 3 letters of the town you live in)
Betino HerMid

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[27 Jul 2005|06:28am]
Oh! And on Tuesday, after Zack left, I witnessed a tift between a wild turkey and the neighbor's cat. It was highly amusing.
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My weekend of Looooooove [27 Jul 2005|06:16am]
[ mood | groggy ]

Friday- Reid= annoying. Reil will now bother Becky 5 days a week after the 12th instead if the usual 3.

Saturday- Zack drove in!! Woot!! Saw 'Aida' and got lost in my own high school... my own high school that I work at! Becky clearly loses that one! Zack wants pajamas like the costumes the bad-ass Egyptians wear. Becky has a project now! =)

Sunday- Breakfast at IHOP, Shopping at Burlington Coat Factory, and the part Store. Baught a platapus and Bertie Bots Every Flavor Beans. Do not try the white ones! I repeat, DO NOT try the white ones. Mini Gold at Richardsons, Becky loses again... a lot. "The Incredibles"!!!

Monday-Drove to Salem where Becky has serious issues parking. I lose again on the driving skills. Peabody Essex Museum for free!!! Toured the Tang house- uber awsome as well as 3 historical houses near by. I wish to send aout a big, warm, fuzzy thanks to Gary the tour guide. Zack had orgasims looking at the ship models. Hung around Salem and went into the Witchy stores. Aaaaah, the blasfemy =P Must buy stone gargoyle now.
Went to Lowell (Becky's mom: Lowell??!! But...but... it's dangerous there) and went to Cafe Paridisio with Emily.

Tuesday: Made Zack pancakes. Zack= nervous about food. Could not keep Zack here despite several pleads and attempts. Zack left. =(
And now I am re-rooting Barbie hair. Don't ask, just don't ask. =P

So, that's my weekend in a nut shell and it's back to work this morning. =P

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A Series of Unfortunate Events in the Life of Becky Bettencourt [20 Jul 2005|10:42pm]
[ mood | geeky ]

Misadventure #1
I was sitting on my bed last week when something black fell from the ceiling. I jumped up and relized whatever it was def. fell into my shirt and was somewhere in my clevage. I lifted up my shirt, gave it a good shake...and out feel a centepeade.

Misadventure #2
I was at work, minding my own business, pushing along a cart with compaq computers which I had just replaced motherboards for and got in the elevator to take them up to the second floor. The door closed and after several minutes the elevator was not going up to the second floor. After pushing the 2 button several times I gave up and pressed the open the door botton, which failed to work also...and then I proceeded to hypervenilate due to the confined space and my claustrophobia. I pressed the emergency button but no one seemed to care and so I called the police from the call box. A minute later the doors magically opened and I was saved. The elevator repairman and the fire department arrived and I have now become infamous at Masconomet Regional High School. I expect to make the Tri-Town transcript tomorrow.

Misadventure #3
I woke up this morning, I made tea and toast and went to check my mail on the computer when lo and behold what do I see? A wild turkey who has made himself at home on the hood of my car who had also decided that it was the perfect item with which to sharpen his talons on, which would explain the scratches all over my car's hood... and the extreamly large pile of turkey poop on my windsheild. All of my yelling and screaming to get the hell away from my car did not get the damn turkey away from my precious saturn. So...I whipped out the only thing I could, my digital camera, because who the hell wakes up to a wild turkey on the hood of their car right? At that moment though, I would have given anything to turn that camera into a rifle. Since then I've been craving a turkey dinner. =P

More to come...I'm sure.

We must pose these questions:
Will Josh stop crying on Becky's shoulder? Possibly
Will Becky sucomb to Jeff's flirtations? Not a chance
Will Becky kill teenage worker Reed? Most likely

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