You know what pisses me off? Trends. Especially the new "modern-burlesque" trend, which I blame the Pussycat Dolls Musical Revue for reviving. It was cute at first, but now corset-inspired tops and fishnets and faux garter belts are becoming some of the new "risqué" fashion trends. Don't get me wrong--I find them absolutely cute and attractive, but women are jumping on this trend, and people like me, Rachel, Cecilia, Tina and Elyse wear this stuff as part of our Rocky Horror costumes. I think it just astounds me to see people wearing what I would normally wear on weekend nights as cutesy fashion now. And the thing is, Rocky Horror isn't a part of this trend (even though I'd like to say that those who have done the Rocky Horror cast thing longer than I have are more responsible for it since they've been donning the garb longer). It's because of the Pussycat Dolls and celebrities like Christina Aguilera and Carmen Electra and them who made it popular. And don't get me started on Britney Spears--she's just copying them. If you've seen pictures from the Onyx Hotel Tour, you'll see the obvious burlesque cutesy lingerie rip-off she does, and then the walking on the chairs that she so OBVIOUSLY stole from Madonna's Blonde Ambition tour.

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Yesterday was pretty much uneventful, except for me going to work. Woo. ::whirls fingers in air to mock enthusiasm::

I guess last night, Mom and Hunter had to go to some thing at the high school to get him scheduled for when he starts this fall. If I have any advice for Hunter, it's NOT to listen to the guidance counselors, because they are shitty and worthless. I told Mom to go ahead and have him take Pre-Algebra instead of going right into Algebra I, since Hunter is still struggling in math. (He made a bet with Mom; if he can get an A in math this nine weeks, she will buy him an X-Box. And this is pretty major, because Hunter's math grades are shit-ty.) And now I guess it's not just an elective, but it's required to take at least two years of Spanish. (I wonder if ol' Sally Allen is still teaching it, because he ain't going to learn much from her.) It's now a requirement for two years of physical education. (Mom was all, "Why two years? Why can't they take four if they want to? What about those students who are looking for a career in athletics or physical health or something?") It looks like Hunter wants to take some computer-oriented classes, and I think he's got auto-shop down as an alternate elective, which is good. I kind of regret not taking auto-shop. I think that should be a mandatory class. Every person should know a thing or two about how to do basic repairs on a car, because not everyone knows how.

Man oh man, am I tired. I hope I'm not coming down with something serious, and I really hope this is not mono. That wouldn't be good.

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Your Inner Blonde is Jenny McCarthy

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The last day has been a day for me to do some thinking. I submitted my Blockbuster schedule in to Jan at Spencer's, and as usual, there is a conflict on here. Like today--I'm working 4 to 10 at Blockbuster, but I'm also working 4 to 9:30 at Spencer's. Here's how I rule it out: Sheri at Blockbuster is giving me more hours because she knows I'm pretty much open to work whenever. Plus, Blockbuster is a whole fifteen minutes away. Spencer's is at the mall, which is a half hour away, and I'm only earning ten (or less) hours a week. I'm still training at Blockbuster. I think I'd rather be working there tonight, so I'm going to have to call up at Spencer's later on today and let Jan know I won't be able to make it in tonight. I don't like this confict and I don't like having to give up my hours, but I think we have too many people working on the schedule that get less than ten hours a week and it's really not worth it. I mean, come on. Jennalee, Josh and I all had to get second jobs because we just aren't earning enough. And if it comes down to it, if I have to quit Spencer's, big deal. I've been bitching and complaining that I'm underpaid and underemployed over there anyway. This is a good reason for me to bolt.

Where else has my mind been wandering to? Something very unexpected. Since we have no more cable but we can still surf the satellite (which is pointless--when I get the money, I'm pitching in for ComCast), Mom and Dad stumbled onto some art show on a wild feed on Saturday afternoon. And as usual, they started getting their stupid "get rich quick" schemes for my future. (I really hate when they go on like that.) As I'm getting ready for work at Blockbuster, I overheard Dad say something like, "Man, do you think that maybe if we had let Holly persue some sort of art career when she was younger, she'd be successful at it?" He and Mom did some thinking to themselves about it. Then Dad had the balls to say something along the lines of, "Do you remember when that guy from that art school called back when she was still a freshman and offered her to take those classes? Maybe if I weren't in such a bad mood that night and said 'no,' she could have made something out of it."

Well, too late NOW, Daddy!! He was the one who had to make a huge-ass stink about it that night. Yeah, he's right. I really, really enjoyed art. I persued it with a passion all throughout middle school! I had high ambitions to work for the Disney studios when I grew up! I wanted to work on the animated movies, or even be an Imagineer or something. But nooooo. I send in an application for art school and a guy from the school calls me up to let me know about some special art classes for young high school students like me, and just because my dad was "in a bad mood," a little part of me died. My ambitions were wasted. Ever since, I haven't really as been devoted to my art. Why is it that so many "authority" figures are against art as a career choice? I remember telling my guidance counselor that I wanted to be a comic book artist (a manga artist, to be specific):

counselor: Why? It's not like we offer Japanese languages courses here at Lowell High School. How will you be able to understand the language?
me: I can take independent courses, can't I?
counselor: Besides, art isn't a very productive career anyway. Besides, you're excellent in your English courses, and you did some work for the middle school's newspaper. I'm going to recommend you to sign up for the high school newspaper. Journalism would be an excellent career path for you.
me: Uh, okay. Sure, whatever.

Lesson learned here, folks? Don't ever listen to your high school guidance counselor. They don't do jack shit for you anyway. Oh, and don't listen to your parents. One "bad little mood" can set you back for the rest of your goddamn life. Thanks a lot, Daddy.

News on the WrestleMania front. Kevin is fighting the good fight for me to show up as well. He told me not to worry about it, seeing as how at least ten other people will end up being there as well. Besides, I got the inside info from him at Rocky this weekend. Word is, he and Amanda have only been out on one date, and by Saturday, he hadn't even heard back from her yet. Dan made it seem like they were about to be serious, and it's nothing close to that yet. (If they do end up hooking up long-term, that's honestly no big deal. But just the way Dan made it sound...and then to set it up for him to bring Becky...what a scumbag.) It's dawned on me. He won't admit it, but he wants to make me jealous. How am I going to fight this? Simple. I'm going to look gorgeous. I'm going to be my absolutely fabulous self. Why, do you ask? Because it is quite obvious that Dans till holds some stupid torch for me. I hate to sound conceited about it, but it's true. Why else is he being so adamant about holding on to our so-called friendship? So I want her to see what a jerk he is, see just how much attention he pays to me while she is around. Oh, you should have seen it when we exchanged those jokes of Christmas presents. He kept offering to get me a drink or something from the Dollar Store or pick up my lunch or whatever. I kept thinking, "Geez, way to go, Dan. Real smooth. Kiss my ass a little more with your girlfriend around." And yes, I want to stir up some argument between the lovebirds just so he can see that she's just his rebound. And then I want to stomp all over Dan's heart a little more because the only reason he wanted to hool up with me in the first place was just to get laid and not be a virgin anymore. I am not that easy, and I'm not a tramp. I have a little more dignity than that.

I said it before, and I'll say it again. Dan is pretty much the real-life version of Brad Majors, right down to the geeky glasses and haircut:



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Just got home from work about fifteen minutes ago. That's another thing I like about Blockbuster--St. John is only about a fifteen-minute drive from where I live.

Well, Saturday (tomorrow/today/whatever) is going to be devoted to working on the Trixie routine. (The costume is going to cost me some money, though. Good thing Blockbuster gives me more hours than Spencer's!) Good thing this is a "practice" for April. I have a really good idea worked out for April. All week, I've been trying to think up a little dance and pulling from all those dance classes back when I was--what? All of eleven or twelve years old?

Listening to the guitar solo on "Tired Of Sex." Damn, I wish I could play guitar like Rivers Cuomo. Hell, I wish I could play guitar PERIOD. ::sigh::

I need to start thinking of what class I'm going to take this summer. Currently, I need a few major classes to finish up in my major, and I need a science class with a lab, a foreign culture class, and one other class in the Humanities class (maybe psychology?). Maybe I'll take chemistry over the summer.

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Okay...Dan has been repeatedly trying to push me into more social interaction with Becky, even though I have repeatedly told him that she's really none of my business and I want to keep it that way. But last night, in a very roundabout way, he tries bringing it up again about bringing her to WrestleMania XX in a couple of weeks. First, he tells me that Kevin and Amanda are kind of seeing each other and if they act sort of affectionate at WrestleMania, I should be given a heads up on that. And you know, that's cool. I'm friends with Kevin, but I've never really seen him as crush-material. (That'd just make me feel weird.) But for Dan to tell me this...it's just setting it up, you know? "Well, if Kevin and Amanda are allowed to be an item and be at a pay-per-view, I think I should be able to bring my precious darling Becky with me. But oh, let me see if Holly will be cool with this, even though she really doesn't want to have anything to do with Becky."

I have grown very sick of this. It's making me question what kind of a friend he is if it's driving me nuts. I feel like I'm letting him walk all over me. I told him I'd feel uncomfortable about it if he went ahead and brought her with, and really didn't want to show up if I'd be uncomfortable, but he just had to fight the good steadfast fight about it so I don't end up missing WrestleMania XX because of his damn girlfriend. At this point, I really don't care. I've grown very sick and tired of all of this bullshit, and if I miss WrestleMania, big fuckin' deal. But "I don't want you hating me because of this" and "I don't want you to miss out on this because of her." He's being a whiny asshole about this, I'm being high-handed and difficult about this (but I think I have the right to be--he's the one putting me in the awkward position) and I don't know what the fuck to do. I want to tell him that yes, if she's going to be there, I'll feel awkward and bad, and why put myself in that position? And frankly, I think he'll just have to deal with me hating him for it. I mean, come on. I have tried my hardest to distance myself from him, just limiting my associations with him to the pay per views and that's it. I don't like hurting people's feelings, but there comes a time when you have to think about yourself for once and just put up that wall around yourself. I didn't attend Paul and Hilary's wedding because of this, and I've missed out on a bunch of other social events because of this, and probably for good reason, too.

Part of me wants to call him up and talk to him about this, or I just want to catch him off-guard at WiseWay or even talk to BECKY, of all people, about this. You know, how would she feel if she were in my position? How will she feel if she and him break up eventually? Will she want to stay friends with him? And if so, would she be able to deal with it if he wanted her to meet his rebound and have some sort of social interraction with her? Maybe I should call Kevin up and get his view on this.

Why the hell did I even get involved with this guy? I am totally resenting this now. I wish I had never gotten involved with Dan, and sucked into his social world where his parents like me really well and his friends think I'm the coolest thing since sliced bread. Maybe if I hadn't been dating Dan way back then, I wouldn't have been so weird about meeting up with certain other friends who worked at the mall around this period that I was somewhat interested in developing some sort of friendship with. Damn, I feel like such an idiot. If I had known that it wouldn't end well with Dan, I would have dumped him earlier and made my move back when you-know-who was still working at the mall. I hate myself.

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Okay, I know I posted this on my LJ a few days ago, but...

Sagittarius Style:
In vino vertias -- and for Sagittarius, in booze
blurtiness:
when battered, they'll spill all your secrets and
many of their own. Tactlessness aside,
Sagittarius is just plain fun to get drunk or
drink with. This is the sign of serious
partying (what else would you expect from the
sign of Sinatra, Keith Richards, the Bush twins
and Anna Nicole Smith?); they're the people who
chat up everyone in the room, then persuade the
entire crowed to travel some place else -- like
a night club, or a playground, or Cancun. Good
natured hijinks are sure to ensue (including a
high possibility of loopy groping; spontanious
Sag is a brilliant booty call.)


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I know I obsess over stuff I should just leave in the past, but dammit, I was thinking last night during my "Sex and the City" marathon...there was an episode where Carrie got mugged, and Miranda ended up going out to dinner with the detective investigating Carrie's case, and just because Miranda got totally wasted on their date, he suggested that she go to A.A. meetings. That is stupid. It's not like these women are stark, raving alcoholics or something. It's all about recreational drinking. And of course, stupid me, I told Dan about what happened this weekend. He's all, "That doesn't sound much like you at all, Holly," blah blah blah, "I worry about you, you're my friend," blah blah blah. Well, I learned my lesson, dammit. It's not like I drink often, and when I do, it's not even that much, so I don't know what Dan's being so whiny about. I don't need a lecture from him about my social activities. Frankly, I think Dan is being a total stick in the mud, and I hate when people get oh-so-worried about me like that. He's acting like I'm on a downward spiral or something when I'm not.

Why the hell do I let him bother me like this?! Why the hell do I even bother to associate with him anymore in the first place? He acts like my A&E Biographer when Justice--Justice, of all people--asks him what's up with me. She knows that he and I don't exactly see things eye to eye and aren't as close as we used to be. If she's so curious about me and my life, why doesn't she just ask me herself instead of asking through the grapevine? I don't understand people sometimes. She's the one who has strongly urged me to distance myself from Dan, so what the hell is this?

But anyway...speaking of my Alcohoroscope...did I act stupid or loopy or anything like that? I know I flashed my tits, but did I end up saying or doing anything else stupid? Did I pull a Britney Spears or anything?

Your Britney. You're breaking free from the
innocent school-girl image and becoming an
edgier, older, more sexy woman.


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Oops, I did it again. Someone kill me now. *hangs herself*

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Hmm...interesting.

I have work at Spencer's today from 2 to 9:30. It's supposed to be an inventory day, which means we'll be dragging all of the costume jewelry and little stuff into the back to control the numbers on it. All of the customers are going to be all, "Where's (item that they're looking for)?" and "Are you going out of business? Because there's nothing on your sales floor."

We are sitting here, discussing health issues. Over the weekend, Mom and Gramma Julie went to this women's health fair at St. Anthony's, mainly so Gramma could get a full blood test reading done. Mom got hers done, as well. Now, here's the thing. They are both at healthy weights, and their blood pressures are okay (Gramma's is still a little up there, but Mom's is perfect), but both of their cholesterol levels are sky-high. Gramma does all that she can to maintain her health--she follows a diet and exercises regularly and takes her medications like she's supposed to--and her cholesterol levels are high. Mom doesn't follow a regular diet, consumes tons of sodium, isn't very active, and hers is sky-high, but she's at a healthy weight and blood pressure. So the only conclusion we can arrive at is that this is hereditary. The thing is, is it worth it to exercise and diet to correct this stuff? Mom doesn't give a rat's ass. She says, "We're all going to die someday," and she has a point, but then again, she has MS. She knows there is no cure for this, and she's just going to get worse. Well, I do care about what happens to me. I'm still young. I want to take care of myself and not get sick. The people at the health fair told Mom that she needs to go see a shrink with an attitude like that. Mom's like, "I don't need to see a shrink. That's the fact of life--you can eat right and exercise and you're going to die anyway." Frankly, I think the people at the fair are right and she does in fact need to see a shrink, because her negative attitude is having an adverse effect on me, Hunter and Dad. But that's just Mom--never thinking about others.

*ha ha* Here is what my Playmate Data Sheet would look like if I ever posed for Playboy:
Name: Holly Brooke
Bust: 36C Waist: 26 Hips: 36
Height: 5'2" Weight: 125 (I want this to be at 110 in the next few months)
Birthplace: Crown Point, Indiana
Ambitions: I would like to have a successful career in the entertainment business. Some day, I'd like to write and direct a major blockbuster film.
Turn-ons: men in tuxedos, good manners, sense of humor, charisma, nice legs, up for anything, is creative (I have a thing for musicians), can speak a foreign language
Turn-offs: Mama's boys, being insincere, major ego-trippers, materialism, pickiness
Five things always in my fridge: hummus, pita bread, chopped veggies, salsa, wine coolers
If I had more time, I would...: Redecorate my whole house, or go to a day spa and get the works.
Five CDs I can't live without: U2--The Joshua Tree, Garbage--Version 2.0, Weezer--Pinkerton, Prince--1999, No Doubt--Return of Saturn
Every woman should have...: A cookbook and a sewing machine. Sounds antiquated, but it helps to know how to cook well and how to repair clothes.

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You're looking to hit the big with mansions and celebrities - and Playboy's your ticket baby!

You'll party with the hottest stars and become Hugh Hefner's favorite girl (or at least one of six).

As a Playboy bunny, you'll swim in the grotto and be the object of every guy's fantasy.

Playboy is very selective about who they let in, but you just might have what it takes.

Who knows? You may be stomping all over Pamela Anderson with your come-fuck-me platforms!

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