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( Summertime and the living is easy )

No more sketchy ESL school for me! Woot woot! My agency called while I was at work on wednesday and told me that they were out of their minds, to get them to sign my time sheet and just leave. Worked out well. I figured since I should take advantage of some mid-week partying, especially since I was still getting paid for the day. So I called Jessica and we whipped up some margaritas and headed for the beach.

Margaritas on the beach is the best thing ever. We got a little buzz on and followed it with beer at Malones. We planned on going out, broken foot and all, just to do it. So we grabbed a 26 of tequila and headed to my place for primping and more margaritas (this time the frozen mango variety mmmmm!). Didn't end up going out, though. Joel and Mike came over and we all got drunk hanging out here. Well, with the exception of a little jaunt to Martinis for some pitchers when we'd polished off the tequila and a huge bottle of wine. Not the night I was expecting, but it was fun. The guys didn't end up leaving until about 4. Joel was so tired and hungover he didn't make it to work. haha Sucka. Jessica and I made it out miraculously unscathed. We spent our day laying on my couch playing Nintendo.

By that afternoon I already had two other jobs lined up. One was on friday, subbing for a receptionist in Burnaby for the day. It was fun, everyone was hilarious. The other starts tomorrow out in Richmond, the pay is good so I'm not overly concerned about the commute. However, even though it's a temp-to-hire position, I think unless I really love it there I won't stay beyond the two weeks I'm contracted for. I'd rather work closer to home so I can sleep in longer. haha

( One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor... )

Thanks to fabulous new tanlines and my flair with a mascara wand, I am all tits and lashes.

Jessica, bless her gorgeous heart, is all legs and luscious locks.

Watch out.

I found two spiders in my house within 24 hours. Nothing about that is okay.

There's also nothing okay with my left foot. Except the fact that it's still cute. I hairline fractured two of my metatarsals. I dont recommend sprinting in 5" heels unless you want to risk the repercussions. Those being that while I haven't been banished to a cast (the prospect of which left me wondering how the hell would I get into my pants..?) I have been banished to the land of flat shoes. I'm an interloper here, it's thrown me for a loop, made me short and restricted my wardrobe greatly. Although possibly not as much as if I couldn't fit a giant cast into any of my tiny pant legs. Even so, I only have two pairs of flats, one of which isn't even technically flat, it's got a 2" wedge, but in the land of me that counts. The other is a pair of white and cammo Phat Farm runners. Receptionists (of which I am now one) don't wear those. So the stupid cloud 9 nine wests are all I've got to work with for the next week and a bit. So exasperating. 50-some-odd pairs of shoes and only two pairs of flats to be seen. Sigh. Guess I'll have to use that as an excuse to hobble on over to the shoe store and pick up some ballet flats or somethin.

So. Yeah. I'm a receptionist now. For this super crazy sketchy ESL school. I'm pretty sure not everyone's synapses are connecting over there. I swear 99.9% of my job entails sitting at my desk looking pretty. I'm absolutely not kidding. When I was hired my agency said I was first on the list to call because the company had requested someone "pretty and polished" who was "professional with good communication skills" but both of those came secondary to "pretty and polished."

Pretty and Polished. What the fuck.

My second day there, they had me pose at my desk so they could take pictures for the school's website. When it's up I'll post it so you can laugh at me. Such a joke.

I pretty much have to force them to let me do what I was hired to do, which is all that reception entails, but I don't think anyone really understands what that is. Jason, the admissions guy, and I have been trying to make them let me order office supplies, of which we have none (all the way down to the little Bic blues) and without which we will cease to function, but no cigar. It's like herding ducks. Really dim ducks with ADD. Without Jason and Yoko there, I would die of frustration.

Oh, and that whole deal where I get paid to sit there and smile at people while reading yahoo news, several daily horoscopes, chatting on msn and playing solitaire or internet checkers? That helps, too.

( Springtime and the living is easy )

I've been having a blast.

Went to Victoria. Got thrown in jail. Been spending copious amounts of time at the beach and by the pool. Drinking fresh margs on random patios. Sipping champagne cocktails and dancing my ass off. Go go go. Just a big frenetic ball of energy. haha

Weather sucks today, though, which is putting a serious cramp in my beach baby style. I'm determined to cultivate a good tan this summer. I know I know, so un-PC. But since when did I ever claim to be? You know what else is cramping my style? My damn bathing suits. I thought I was about the same size as last summer, but apparently not. They're passable out of the water if I'm just laying there, but if I attempt to swim they'd fall right off. Which is much too much Rachael for the general populous to witness. Aside from nothing fitting properly, losing weight without trying is the greatest thing ever. I tried my skinny jeans on from a couple years ago and they fell right off. I love this.

Yusra, Scott and I were a little tipsy.

( Crazy long-weekend antics )

It's been such a good run for concerts this week! Stellastarr, The Editors, The Stills, The Cribs, Death Cab for Cutie and Franz Ferdinand. Phew! So much fun. Could only bring my camera into the Cribs/Death Cab/Franz show, though. Much to my annoyance. But c'est la vie.

The lovely Miss Eva was my date.



( I heart Franz )

Angelle and Katt came over from Victoria for a little weekend jaunt to rip it up and take in a show. Being... well, us, there was a lot of dancing and drinking and good times to be had. Nothing says fun like shakin your shit to cheesy tunes at a dirty bar.

( We gave out Winner medals to those deserving )

Here's the deal. You request that I take a picture of any aspect of my life. I'll do so and post it here within a couple of days. Use your imaginiation, it can be just about anything.

If it doesn't apply or it's too naughty, I'll give you the heads up and you can request something else.

Go nuts, guys! If you've got more than one request, feel free to ask 'em all. I won't limit you to one.

Cari's in town for a couple weeks, not under the best circumstances by a long-shot. To blow off and temporarily reduce accumulating stress levels, we went down to the oh-so-classy Buffalo Club and met up with Derek, Mike, Joel and Reena. Considering the appalling amount of huge, sweaty losers out that night, we had a good time.

( Rumors of a detached retina were greatly exaggerated. )

I lost these quizzes a few years ago when my site got nuked, but thanks to the genius of internet archiving and the Wayback Machine, they've been resurrected at long last and are back up in action! Go forth and quiz. ;)

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Eva and I went to see She Wants Revenge at Richards last night. Such a good show. I wasn't quite sure what to expect, but I was pleasantly surprised by how good their live show is. Understated performers, but they sounded phenomenal.

( red flags and long nights )

I realize that english isn't this guy's first language. I also realize that messages like these from randoms are to be expected. They don't usually elicit more than an eye roll before I click delete. But this made me laugh. So ridiculous that it just might take the random-message cake.

"HEY you look like a queen there why does a beatuyful young lady like you does have a man you are rocking it, you need a man like me to treat a lady right or a woman i said say makala how are you doing queen i see you i see you wowowo girl you are working it running the run way how about that so what are you, with that what is a order queen looking good there and classic i see you i see nice photo be that way
iine it in a nice way ok just joking with you makala

My name is Oliver by the way Hey, how are you doing, how was your day enjoy it or having a bad day, how is the weather there, hey, how are you doing, how was your day, are you having a rough day, I was working on my van, its to cold, you dance salsa what going on, well hope hear from you, well that all I got to say cuteness well hope hear from you ok and you have a cute face on top of that and some nice eyes where do you get that"

What the fuck, dude?

Lately I find myself listening to a lot of really irritating sob stories and not feeling the slightest bit of sympathy. Not because I'm lacking compassion in general, but because it's impossible to feel anything but pity for these fucking idiots who create these situations for themselves. Don't make these asinine situations into a big deal and expect anyone to care, all right?

I can't for the life of me understand why they can't see how juvenile they're being. Get a clue, buy a vowel, pass go, get a grip! Take a good long look at yourself. Notice how that's a grown person staring back at you and not some pre-adolescent kid from whom that kind of world view and some of that behavior might be expected, even understandable. Coming from an adult it's just off-putting, pathetic and indicative of the mental mind-set of a twelve year old.

Pull your head out of your ass, take a look around and quit your fucking moaning. Because I guarantee I'm not the only one who doesn't want to hear it.

Oh, good ol' Mikey had his 25th birthday... And where did he decide to have the party? Alllll the way out in booney-ville Pitt Meadows. Forty-five minute drive to hit the biggest club line for a shitty club I have ever seen.

But did we let those country bitches piss in our party cornflakes? Hell no, we just right cut to the front of the line. The whole lot of us.

Take that. Suckas.

( How did I end up sober at a country bar in the burbs? )