| 8-29-07 Support Ribbon: We are living in a sad time indeed, people. It seems that everywhere we look, there is some sort of new tragedy is taking hold of our nation: hurricanes, poverty, and what very well may be the worst event of all- faulty work shoes. Many people go about their days in shoes that are suitable for their work environments, shoes that are completely void of holes, and shoes that completely cover their feet. Well I am not one of those lucky few. Lets just say that a toe hangs out of my right shoe... and I work at a place where water in a constant around your feet, so most of the day, my right foot is soggy... yeah... nice.... and to make matters worse, I can't afford to go out and get new ones. 8-24-07 NSFW???!?!?!?: So, I received an email, from a VERY loyal tiffadoodles fan, who happens to work at a ...well, for the sake of not getting sued, lets call it "Belco", and this worker shall remain anonymous, because of some incriminating content that he discloses, but the email was as followed : Now, a part of me is actually really proud of that, but most of me is thinking a big "wtf?". I mean, I know that a lot of cussing goes along with the site, and I know that I wouldn't want kids here (but that might just be because I hate children, with everything in me), but by NO means is tiffadoodles.com a place of pornography! So this blog goes out to all of my Belco fans, the brave, and the sheltered... And this picture goes out to whoever deemed tiffadoodles a pornographic site: Thats right. Not only am I flipping you off, but its with some sort of hand wiener... and not only am I flipping you off with some sort of hand wiener, but its in space.. ...and to my friend...uh.. "Bevin", the internet pirate who sent that email in the first place: you steal that internet like its ...stolen, and you tell ol' Mr. Belco what the Doodlemaster had to say to him. So I've been getting a good amount of requests for a blog recently, and I know I've been promising you guys for a while now, so here: ( Never say mama never gave you nothin') 8-21-07 Craig and Tommy: So, have any of you guys ever heard of "Cute with Chris"? Well, if not, its this awesome show about cute animals that make you go retarded. I know, doesn't really sound like all that much when you put it like that (unless you're me), but the one thing that makes "Cute with Chris" an internet sensation, worth its 4.39 million viewers per something, is it's host Chris Leavins. He is on a crusade, that I feel I must join, and that just cause is to bring internet stardom to a scholar in awesomeness : Craig! ...and Tommy. I don't care who you are, this picture is awesome at its best work. .....So there you have it: My first blog. I feel it's a rather selfless one, but hey as long as I can help bring attention to where its due, I can something something something... |
| "This is truly a sad day indeed. My place of employment has declared your most awesome of site a pornography site and has such blocked you from my web browser. I was absolutely pissed all day because of this blasphemy, and the Joe-bob's I work with were quite the disapointed as well. The only thing that kept me from jumping out in front of a golf cart today was the knowledge that my neighbor still hasn't discovered that I'm stealing the internet from him. "Belco" will miss the enjoyment we gathered from your bright shining (yeah I said shin-ing) light." |
Support me in my fight for new
shoes! I know we can get through
this if we all work together! .
shoes! I know we can get through
this if we all work together! .
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| 1-27-08 Going to Cute With Chris Live!! Yeah...that pretty much spells it all out. It's actually pretty awesome, given that only 99 seats are in the theatre, and its a one time only thing. So I'm pretty happy about going. Plus lately I had been meaning to start drawing again, and saw this as a perfect opportunity to do so. So I did a portrait of Chris' formal cat portrait, and it turned out pretty awesome: |
thats the final piece... I'm pretty proud of it. It looks better in person though, the
flash from the camera kind of dulled the detail.
By the way, I'd like to just mention something. I've done lots of portraiture, for
contests, paid work, for friends, and I've done a lot of portraits for bands as well.
like this:
flash from the camera kind of dulled the detail.
By the way, I'd like to just mention something. I've done lots of portraiture, for
contests, paid work, for friends, and I've done a lot of portraits for bands as well.
like this:
...and I just think it really funny that i can bring this piece to an Opeth concert and all
the other fans say I'm awesome, and a great fan... but I do a portrait for Chris, and
everyone says I'm crazy. I love it. I think thats so funny. Maybe they'll think I'm the
dangerous kind of crazy and wont try to fight me for the front-row seats :)
the other fans say I'm awesome, and a great fan... but I do a portrait for Chris, and
everyone says I'm crazy. I love it. I think thats so funny. Maybe they'll think I'm the
dangerous kind of crazy and wont try to fight me for the front-row seats :)
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2-15-08 Insight into the world of waiting, and a message from God:
So, from what people are telling me, I need to blog more, and i'm trying to come up with some way to make this
productive... and I think i've found the way :
TIP YOUR FREAKING WAITRESS!!!!
And no, five dollars isn't a good tip. ... unless your bill is under thirty. Just in case you don't know, the proper tip
amount is double the tax-at least. i'm so sick of all you trashy, trashy people coming in and being rude to me
and leaving me 5 on 120, just because you don't know. i ended up working valentine's day, which is waiter hell.
I can sum up my night with telling you about one table. I had six very large plates on one hand, and was holding
up the load with the other. needless to say, i was trying to book it back to the kitchen. however, i am a great
waitress, and decide to stop by my table on my way back, to tell them that their food is going to be out in a few
minutes, and that i'll be right back with some more coffee. this guy decides he want a whole new cup, but
instead of waiting for me to come back with his fresh cup, he decides that i need to take his cup now, and wont
take no for an answer. so what does he do? he jams his half full, and VERY hot coffee cup on my pinky while
i'm telling him i can't carry more. his wife then says to him "hun, shes coming right back, she can take your old
cup then", to which he says "no. shes a waitress. she needs to be able to do these things"... yeah... asshole..
AND as i'm walking away, he screams at me (by the wrong name) to bring him more creamer (after i already
told him i would... )
i'm not even going to go into all the things i wanted to do to this guy, 'cause i couldn't do any of it, i was way too
busy. but just so you know, it didn't stop there. they STOLE THE LIGHT BULB. I wish i would've known they
needed one that bad, because i would've told him to keep the two dollar tip, and go buy a four pack. It makes
me really mad too, because its not like i work at chubb's tacos or anything. i work at a great and well-known
steakhouse. bah! i'm over it.
I also had to work today, which wasn't much better. buuuuut, we've been staying at the moms-in-law's house
while she is out of town, which is awesome!!! she has a tub about four times the size of ours. i can sit straight
up in it, indian style, and the water goes up to my shoulders, and the sides of the tub are about two inches away
from my knees on either side. PLUS its a jet tub. swoop city. so as i was dreading the thought of going to
work, i heard this wonderful voice in my head...
productive... and I think i've found the way :
TIP YOUR FREAKING WAITRESS!!!!
And no, five dollars isn't a good tip. ... unless your bill is under thirty. Just in case you don't know, the proper tip
amount is double the tax-at least. i'm so sick of all you trashy, trashy people coming in and being rude to me
and leaving me 5 on 120, just because you don't know. i ended up working valentine's day, which is waiter hell.
I can sum up my night with telling you about one table. I had six very large plates on one hand, and was holding
up the load with the other. needless to say, i was trying to book it back to the kitchen. however, i am a great
waitress, and decide to stop by my table on my way back, to tell them that their food is going to be out in a few
minutes, and that i'll be right back with some more coffee. this guy decides he want a whole new cup, but
instead of waiting for me to come back with his fresh cup, he decides that i need to take his cup now, and wont
take no for an answer. so what does he do? he jams his half full, and VERY hot coffee cup on my pinky while
i'm telling him i can't carry more. his wife then says to him "hun, shes coming right back, she can take your old
cup then", to which he says "no. shes a waitress. she needs to be able to do these things"... yeah... asshole..
AND as i'm walking away, he screams at me (by the wrong name) to bring him more creamer (after i already
told him i would... )
i'm not even going to go into all the things i wanted to do to this guy, 'cause i couldn't do any of it, i was way too
busy. but just so you know, it didn't stop there. they STOLE THE LIGHT BULB. I wish i would've known they
needed one that bad, because i would've told him to keep the two dollar tip, and go buy a four pack. It makes
me really mad too, because its not like i work at chubb's tacos or anything. i work at a great and well-known
steakhouse. bah! i'm over it.
I also had to work today, which wasn't much better. buuuuut, we've been staying at the moms-in-law's house
while she is out of town, which is awesome!!! she has a tub about four times the size of ours. i can sit straight
up in it, indian style, and the water goes up to my shoulders, and the sides of the tub are about two inches away
from my knees on either side. PLUS its a jet tub. swoop city. so as i was dreading the thought of going to
work, i heard this wonderful voice in my head...
Wait- whats that Lord? take the edge off before work? I should soak in the jet
spa with way too many bubbles?.............what? spend two hours in
there?..........and you think i should drink coke and listen to some smooth jams
while i'm at, huh?
spa with way too many bubbles?.............what? spend two hours in
there?..........and you think i should drink coke and listen to some smooth jams
while i'm at, huh?
| ...Good idea. |
p.s. don't mind the whole no make-up and ace ventura side swoosh thing going on with the hair. this is about 15
minutes after i woke up...
minutes after i woke up...
p.p.s. yes, yes i do drink coke 15 minutes after i wake up. it's a life-style kinda thing. don't be jealous.
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3-11-08 For all of you who doubted that real hair could get this
anime.
anime.
so, how have you guys been? i figured it was about time for one of these things to come 'round, rearing its
non-capitalized head. i don't know about you guys, but i suck at typing, so i hope you'll forgive me if i don't
really feel like making this 100% perfect. i figure that since i know the difference between too/to/ two,
you're/your, and there/their/they're, i have a little room to relax and not give a shit about capitalizing. alright, on
to bloggin'.
so for years now, i've really wanted bangs, but never get them. somehow, i convince myself that the reason
that i never have bangs is that my husband doesn't like them. while that may be true, its not the only thing
keeping me from looking uber cute and trendy, but i awlays tend to focus on that being my barrier. that REAL
reason why i never get bangs is that my scalp is one giant cowlick, and i always forget this. see, i have
awesome hair... not to sound like a bitch or anything, but its true. its just wavy enough to be pretty on its own,
so i just wake up all good to go, and most other girls spend forever on hair. plus, if i ever do feel like doing
anything to it, it holds like a motherfucker. i can straighten it, curl it up more, pretty much anything. so since i
usually leave it alone, i forget that the giant cowlick is even there, it just looks like i have a lot of lift and volume.
well, about a month ago, i went to an actual hairdresser. this was a big deal for me, because i usually cut my
own hair. so i figured that i was with someone who could be trusted to do my hair right, and its my goddamn
hair, not my husbands, so why not ask for bangs? MISTAKE. while she did and awesome job on shaping them
there was no hope for me, the deed was done.... there it was, my cowlick looking me in the face as if it were
saying "remember me, bitch?"
its pretty bad, i have to have them pulled back most of the time when my hair is super clean. if my hair is a
little dirty i can wear them down, but they kinda have this anime flare to them, because they stick off far from
my face. the other week i posted a doodle about my hair, and someone asked if its really bad. ....
yes.... yes it is.
that was me getting ready for work on saturday, being really sad because the rest of my hair looked really
cute, but my anime bangs wouldnt go down. it was a lot worse, this picture was taken about 15 mintes into
trying to flatten the fucker out, i did a good job on that one side, but lefty there is right on top of that cowlick.....
well, that 15 minutes quickly turned into 45 minutes full of flat iron and hairspray, to no avail. i was so freakin
pissed, and decided to capture my anger for you all to see:
cute, but my anime bangs wouldnt go down. it was a lot worse, this picture was taken about 15 mintes into
trying to flatten the fucker out, i did a good job on that one side, but lefty there is right on top of that cowlick.....
well, that 15 minutes quickly turned into 45 minutes full of flat iron and hairspray, to no avail. i was so freakin
pissed, and decided to capture my anger for you all to see:
i think that i've spent most of my life tryin' to be asian, with my video gaming and whatnot, so all the asian ive
built up inside of me, comes out in my bangs. oh well, at least we can all have a good laugh at it. i'm just
waiting for these bastards to grow out.... but in the mean time, does anyone know of any anime conventions
coming to central california? i'm thinking of going, and dressing up.... as anyone i guess.
built up inside of me, comes out in my bangs. oh well, at least we can all have a good laugh at it. i'm just
waiting for these bastards to grow out.... but in the mean time, does anyone know of any anime conventions
coming to central california? i'm thinking of going, and dressing up.... as anyone i guess.
.. yeah... someone ended up just bobby-pinning that guy down. along with that little piece that kept on falling in
my eye.
my eye.
also, yes, glasses. i wear them 90% of the time,but don't draw them out in doodle form, they would take forever.
| . |
So, most of you guys are pretty sharp, and have figured out on your own that i don't
post sunday's doodle on sunday. i actually post two for monday to make up for it, and
take sunday off... which i guess really means i take saturday off, because i post them
the night before, but thats kinda off point. anyways, i just think that the sabbath should
be a doodle free day, so i can chill the eff out. so, for those of you
not-so-smart-cookies: there are no doodles on the sabbath. got it? got it.
however, today i decided to make up for this, and write you guys a little blog. actually,
i'm starting to enjoy this little quality time we spend together, and i've been getting
some pretty good feed-back from you guys as well. i feel like this is a way for you guys
to get to know me a little better, and not in a restraining order inducing type way. i'm
even startin to have a little order that these blogs are going in: first intro, then i
complain about something, then i show you a picture of me relating to the thing i'm
complaining about... we'll get to that in a bit.
first off, i hope you guys have a good easter planned. me? welp, i'm working....
AT NOON.
now, most people would think "well, whats so wrong about that?". but those who know
me, know that this is very bad news to me. first off, its going to be slow, because most
people have family that they want to see that day. secondly, i usually wake up at
two...which is two hours after i'm due at work. we're not even open that early normally!!
we open early for easter... :( i am going to get no sleep tonight. at least i already got
my shower out of the way... fuck showers. fuck them... fuck them. i'll take it, but i wont
like it. now, i'm one of those every other day girls. i dont care what you say, a lot of
girls do that, because if you wash your hair every day, it dries it out, and i take good
care of my hair. which is a huge part of why i hate showers: i wont blow dry my hair. it
burns it, and i keep my hair really long, so i want it as healthy as possible. but this
means i'm stuck with wet hair for three to four hours after each shower, and i hate
being wet. like seriously, if someone said "hey tiffany, i have a pool at my house, and
you can totally come over and have yourself a swim, with friends and shit whenever
you want", i would pass... i would fuckin pass. nah dude, you have yourself a little
swim, see how your ass likes it three hours later. yuck.
annnnnd picture:
post sunday's doodle on sunday. i actually post two for monday to make up for it, and
take sunday off... which i guess really means i take saturday off, because i post them
the night before, but thats kinda off point. anyways, i just think that the sabbath should
be a doodle free day, so i can chill the eff out. so, for those of you
not-so-smart-cookies: there are no doodles on the sabbath. got it? got it.
however, today i decided to make up for this, and write you guys a little blog. actually,
i'm starting to enjoy this little quality time we spend together, and i've been getting
some pretty good feed-back from you guys as well. i feel like this is a way for you guys
to get to know me a little better, and not in a restraining order inducing type way. i'm
even startin to have a little order that these blogs are going in: first intro, then i
complain about something, then i show you a picture of me relating to the thing i'm
complaining about... we'll get to that in a bit.
first off, i hope you guys have a good easter planned. me? welp, i'm working....
AT NOON.
now, most people would think "well, whats so wrong about that?". but those who know
me, know that this is very bad news to me. first off, its going to be slow, because most
people have family that they want to see that day. secondly, i usually wake up at
two...which is two hours after i'm due at work. we're not even open that early normally!!
we open early for easter... :( i am going to get no sleep tonight. at least i already got
my shower out of the way... fuck showers. fuck them... fuck them. i'll take it, but i wont
like it. now, i'm one of those every other day girls. i dont care what you say, a lot of
girls do that, because if you wash your hair every day, it dries it out, and i take good
care of my hair. which is a huge part of why i hate showers: i wont blow dry my hair. it
burns it, and i keep my hair really long, so i want it as healthy as possible. but this
means i'm stuck with wet hair for three to four hours after each shower, and i hate
being wet. like seriously, if someone said "hey tiffany, i have a pool at my house, and
you can totally come over and have yourself a swim, with friends and shit whenever
you want", i would pass... i would fuckin pass. nah dude, you have yourself a little
swim, see how your ass likes it three hours later. yuck.
annnnnd picture:
...and we have ourselves a blog.
yeah, that was taken fresh outta my hellhole of a shower. right about the point where i think
i might throw up. yes, it IS that bad, because i wont take a cold, or cool or even warm
shower, i can't. it feels gross and i don't know why. so i take a scalding effin hot ass shower
every time, which is why my face is so pink. the trouble is, i get warm really easy. my skin is
on fire all the time anyway. if you met me in person, and shook my hand, you would think
that i had been keeping my had in a hamburger or something... and everything i touch gets
uncomfortably warm. my husband wont even share a blanket with me. i don't know why, but
my body emits an irregular amount of heat. so when i'm in my ridiculously hot shower, i get
to a point where i feel like i'm going to pass out because i'm so overwhelmed with heat. this
is how i know i'm done bathing!! i'm not even being dramatic either, i've gotten out of the
shower with shampoo in my hair, and one leg shaven before, "fuck it, i dont even care, my
hair will just be really clean today.". thats normally in the summer though, because i cant
even take a cool shower then.
yeah, so... feel lucky that you aren't me, i guess...?
haha, have a good easter guys!
yeah, that was taken fresh outta my hellhole of a shower. right about the point where i think
i might throw up. yes, it IS that bad, because i wont take a cold, or cool or even warm
shower, i can't. it feels gross and i don't know why. so i take a scalding effin hot ass shower
every time, which is why my face is so pink. the trouble is, i get warm really easy. my skin is
on fire all the time anyway. if you met me in person, and shook my hand, you would think
that i had been keeping my had in a hamburger or something... and everything i touch gets
uncomfortably warm. my husband wont even share a blanket with me. i don't know why, but
my body emits an irregular amount of heat. so when i'm in my ridiculously hot shower, i get
to a point where i feel like i'm going to pass out because i'm so overwhelmed with heat. this
is how i know i'm done bathing!! i'm not even being dramatic either, i've gotten out of the
shower with shampoo in my hair, and one leg shaven before, "fuck it, i dont even care, my
hair will just be really clean today.". thats normally in the summer though, because i cant
even take a cool shower then.
yeah, so... feel lucky that you aren't me, i guess...?
haha, have a good easter guys!
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3-24-08 HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TIFFADOODLES!!!!!!!!
its true!! yesterday was tiffadoodles birthday!!! wanna know how i know that? because
today i woke up to find my website taken over by some random default page. i found out
that they have to renew your shit a year after you buy it. i guess right after i posted and
reviewed tiffadoodles last night, they did this. they also screwed up the default settings so
i got screwed, and spent two hours on hold with them, and its going to be a day before it
goes back t normal.... so i guess i should have waited to post this, beause you can't see it
yet... oh well! happy birphday my efforts!!! weve had some rocky times, some great times,
and a lot of snack times together, and it has all totally rocked!
i would say "i wish i would've known yesterday, because i could've done something
special.", but no, i know i couldn't have. yesterday i was working on a whole hours worth of
sleep. yeah... fun. my husband kept me up until 7 in the morning with his snoring , and
woke me up at 8, also snoring. i was so mad and frustrated, i ended up kicking him out to
the living room ( after punching him in the back of the head, and crying a lot)... and it HAD to
be on a holiday where i had t be at work at 12. i was soooo tired all day. it sucked. fun
easter times for everyone! but hey, it could've been worse, we were really slow, and i got
to wear bunny ears, so i got some pretty big tips. and when i got home around 8 or so, i
posted my doodles and took a nap. i don't remember much about getting ready for my nap, i
just remembered thinking that i should post my doodles in case i slept through the whole
night. after that i didn't really have any energy, i didn't even wash my face, or find pjs or
anything. i just took off my pants and crawled into bed. however i do remember one thing
that made me laugh a lot, i was super loopy due to lack of sleep, and i was taking off my
pants and looking at my bed, when i said out loud to it "oh bed, you look so delicious!"...
then started to sing to my bed as i got in. i ended up quoting goodnight moon, and just
telling everything goodnight.....and then started busting up when i realized what i was
doing. i thought " i SO have to blog about this".
annnnndddd picture....
by the way, everyone, meet dogbert. i've had him since i was 11, and have slept with him
every night since. don't worry its not really that gross. i wash him a lot, and every other
year i re-stuff him so i don't have to think about all the dead mites. he loves me even when
my eyes are bloodshot red and baggy, like in this picture. plus he doesn't snore, and is
great at cuddling.
today i woke up to find my website taken over by some random default page. i found out
that they have to renew your shit a year after you buy it. i guess right after i posted and
reviewed tiffadoodles last night, they did this. they also screwed up the default settings so
i got screwed, and spent two hours on hold with them, and its going to be a day before it
goes back t normal.... so i guess i should have waited to post this, beause you can't see it
yet... oh well! happy birphday my efforts!!! weve had some rocky times, some great times,
and a lot of snack times together, and it has all totally rocked!
i would say "i wish i would've known yesterday, because i could've done something
special.", but no, i know i couldn't have. yesterday i was working on a whole hours worth of
sleep. yeah... fun. my husband kept me up until 7 in the morning with his snoring , and
woke me up at 8, also snoring. i was so mad and frustrated, i ended up kicking him out to
the living room ( after punching him in the back of the head, and crying a lot)... and it HAD to
be on a holiday where i had t be at work at 12. i was soooo tired all day. it sucked. fun
easter times for everyone! but hey, it could've been worse, we were really slow, and i got
to wear bunny ears, so i got some pretty big tips. and when i got home around 8 or so, i
posted my doodles and took a nap. i don't remember much about getting ready for my nap, i
just remembered thinking that i should post my doodles in case i slept through the whole
night. after that i didn't really have any energy, i didn't even wash my face, or find pjs or
anything. i just took off my pants and crawled into bed. however i do remember one thing
that made me laugh a lot, i was super loopy due to lack of sleep, and i was taking off my
pants and looking at my bed, when i said out loud to it "oh bed, you look so delicious!"...
then started to sing to my bed as i got in. i ended up quoting goodnight moon, and just
telling everything goodnight.....and then started busting up when i realized what i was
doing. i thought " i SO have to blog about this".
annnnndddd picture....
by the way, everyone, meet dogbert. i've had him since i was 11, and have slept with him
every night since. don't worry its not really that gross. i wash him a lot, and every other
year i re-stuff him so i don't have to think about all the dead mites. he loves me even when
my eyes are bloodshot red and baggy, like in this picture. plus he doesn't snore, and is
great at cuddling.
"good night moon, good night bed, good night dogbert, goodnight
pillow, good night steak, good night thin mints, good night ever
illusive ninja girl scouts, good night coke, good night feet, good night
hair, good night wii, good night compy, good night void in my heart
where a puppy should be,...good night moon"
pillow, good night steak, good night thin mints, good night ever
illusive ninja girl scouts, good night coke, good night feet, good night
hair, good night wii, good night compy, good night void in my heart
where a puppy should be,...good night moon"
| . |
you know what?
having a website =awesome
maintaining website= bllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrg
i love being able to say "oh yeah, i totally have a website, its really funny, you should
go!!" but man, sometimes its REALLY effin hard to keep up with it. like now. my
roommate has the internet at the house under his name, and didn't pay the bill... so we
were stealing internet from our neighbor...who also didn't pay their bill. so now there
is no internet to steal. fucking fun. of course you dont really think about it unless you
run something that requires the internet everyday. its easier when i have my
computer hooked up to the internet, then its just spending an hour or two making a
doodle, then i update my site, and publish. it was pretty horrible using jesse's
computer because he doesn't have all the programs i need. so i ended up making a
doodle, saving it on a disk, and putting on his compy that way.... plus i had to download
my website builder thingy, download my site onto that, and adjust everything to the
size format on his computer... fun... however, now i'm even worse off. i have to make
my doodles, save them on a disk, drive across town to an office, download everything,
reformat the size, publish, and drive back home. tonight i had to do all of this after
getting off of work at 1 in the morning. YAY!!!
having a website =awesome
maintaining website= bllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrg
i love being able to say "oh yeah, i totally have a website, its really funny, you should
go!!" but man, sometimes its REALLY effin hard to keep up with it. like now. my
roommate has the internet at the house under his name, and didn't pay the bill... so we
were stealing internet from our neighbor...who also didn't pay their bill. so now there
is no internet to steal. fucking fun. of course you dont really think about it unless you
run something that requires the internet everyday. its easier when i have my
computer hooked up to the internet, then its just spending an hour or two making a
doodle, then i update my site, and publish. it was pretty horrible using jesse's
computer because he doesn't have all the programs i need. so i ended up making a
doodle, saving it on a disk, and putting on his compy that way.... plus i had to download
my website builder thingy, download my site onto that, and adjust everything to the
size format on his computer... fun... however, now i'm even worse off. i have to make
my doodles, save them on a disk, drive across town to an office, download everything,
reformat the size, publish, and drive back home. tonight i had to do all of this after
getting off of work at 1 in the morning. YAY!!!
so here i am, posting everything, and checking email and what-not, when i think to myself
that i really need to pick a place to make shirts with. but a part of me doesn't want to just
make shirts, because a lot of people do that, and so i try to think of other options as
well..magnets?.... mousepads? .... cheeseburgers? then all of a sudden i see an ad on the
side of the internet page that i was on. now, this is one of those pages where it takes
words out of your emails and info and stuff, and tries to match them up with some of the
cheap crap that the internet has to offer. well, this is me emailing people, so naturally i
get a good kick out of seeing ads for steaks, video games, and puppies everyday. then i
see it- an ad for engraving steak knives with words and logos. you guys have no idea how
much i want to make tiffadoodles steak knives!!!!
whoo-hoo! somethin else for me to procrastinate on! in all reality, i proabably wont end up
making them in a huge bulk. but i do kinda want to make a couple... let me know what you
guys think.
<- that = dead tired at the office at 3 am.
(i know, i'm really pretty in this picture... i
especially love the fact that i totally
smeared my makeup on my right eye when
i rubbed my face. sorry guys, this splotchy
faced vixen is totally taken... but now you
guys get an idea of what it takes to keep
these doodles alive)
(i know, i'm really pretty in this picture... i
especially love the fact that i totally
smeared my makeup on my right eye when
i rubbed my face. sorry guys, this splotchy
faced vixen is totally taken... but now you
guys get an idea of what it takes to keep
these doodles alive)
3-22-08 Happy Easter guys!!
3-29-08 Fruit of my labor....
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4-07-08 Queen of the nerds.
so i think i'm pretty lucky. not all around mind you. i mean, i do sell steaks for a living,
and i can't find a place to move out to so i can get a puppy ....plus i'm pretty awkward
around most people...seriously, sometimes i say things to tables, think to myself " oh my
God, no normal person would have ever said that, quick-act natural!", and then realize
that i have actually started whistling. its pretty bad sometimes, but really its not
anywhere near as bad as it could be. i can be really funny, and if i am comfortable
around you, i can crack some pretty good jokes. you have to realize that i work at a
restaurant (and a pretty respectable one at that), where people get hired based off of
their people skills, and/or looks, so when i set my mind to it i can have a good little
amount of charisma. however, its no where near the amount of charisma that most
people at my work have, but i'm ok with that. i can recall a while back when i was
talking to one of my co-workers, who really is one of the coolest people i have ever
met, and we were arguing over whether or not i was cool. it went a little something like
this:
me: "dude, i am totally cool."
him: "now i'm not saying that you're not a cool person, you have your moments, i just
don't think you can be classified as cool"
me: "no dude, you're looking at this totally wrong, i know i'm not your level of cool,
now thats just never gonna happen... but you hafta realize that there are different kinds
of 'cool' and i'm cool within my own realm of people: the nerds. see, since i don't weigh
500 pounds, and my face doesn't look like i went bobbing for kfc, and i'm a girl who
knows a thing or two about video games, this makes me a god among my own people.
you have to look at this from our point of view. i mean really. in a lot of ways you could
never be as cool as me.... y'know, among the nerds."
him: ".......yeah..... alright i can see that, i'll give it to you"
me: "see i told you, i'm totally cool"
him: "... i still think you're a huge dork though"
me: "well thats a given."
yeah, thats pretty much what i mean. i know i'm not the biggest nerd that has ever
been, i mean- i only use consoles, and everyone knows that the biggest nerds are all
on computer games. but i mean, i'm still more of a nerd than most girls can ever hope to
be. ....that might just be because not very many girls hope to be nerds... so what i mean
by my saying i'm pretty lucky is that i can be the nerdiest girl i know, and not be
completely shunned by the world. i don't even think i look all that nerdy, i mean,
besides glasses and the occasional video game shirt, i think i take decent care of my
looks. i know it could be a lot worse, in fact the reason why i decided to make this my
next blog in the first place was one of my co-workers coming up to me and saying " do
you really play video games?... really, youre not just saying that?.... its so weird to me, i
can't really see you doing that, you dont look like that kind at all"
i agree. i don't really look the kind, but man am i!!!
let me take you on a small journey into the world of a "day walker" nerd:
and i can't find a place to move out to so i can get a puppy ....plus i'm pretty awkward
around most people...seriously, sometimes i say things to tables, think to myself " oh my
God, no normal person would have ever said that, quick-act natural!", and then realize
that i have actually started whistling. its pretty bad sometimes, but really its not
anywhere near as bad as it could be. i can be really funny, and if i am comfortable
around you, i can crack some pretty good jokes. you have to realize that i work at a
restaurant (and a pretty respectable one at that), where people get hired based off of
their people skills, and/or looks, so when i set my mind to it i can have a good little
amount of charisma. however, its no where near the amount of charisma that most
people at my work have, but i'm ok with that. i can recall a while back when i was
talking to one of my co-workers, who really is one of the coolest people i have ever
met, and we were arguing over whether or not i was cool. it went a little something like
this:
me: "dude, i am totally cool."
him: "now i'm not saying that you're not a cool person, you have your moments, i just
don't think you can be classified as cool"
me: "no dude, you're looking at this totally wrong, i know i'm not your level of cool,
now thats just never gonna happen... but you hafta realize that there are different kinds
of 'cool' and i'm cool within my own realm of people: the nerds. see, since i don't weigh
500 pounds, and my face doesn't look like i went bobbing for kfc, and i'm a girl who
knows a thing or two about video games, this makes me a god among my own people.
you have to look at this from our point of view. i mean really. in a lot of ways you could
never be as cool as me.... y'know, among the nerds."
him: ".......yeah..... alright i can see that, i'll give it to you"
me: "see i told you, i'm totally cool"
him: "... i still think you're a huge dork though"
me: "well thats a given."
yeah, thats pretty much what i mean. i know i'm not the biggest nerd that has ever
been, i mean- i only use consoles, and everyone knows that the biggest nerds are all
on computer games. but i mean, i'm still more of a nerd than most girls can ever hope to
be. ....that might just be because not very many girls hope to be nerds... so what i mean
by my saying i'm pretty lucky is that i can be the nerdiest girl i know, and not be
completely shunned by the world. i don't even think i look all that nerdy, i mean,
besides glasses and the occasional video game shirt, i think i take decent care of my
looks. i know it could be a lot worse, in fact the reason why i decided to make this my
next blog in the first place was one of my co-workers coming up to me and saying " do
you really play video games?... really, youre not just saying that?.... its so weird to me, i
can't really see you doing that, you dont look like that kind at all"
i agree. i don't really look the kind, but man am i!!!
let me take you on a small journey into the world of a "day walker" nerd:
our next stop is my car. its a used piece-of-shit 94 altima. notice the deployed air-bags?
(oh yeah, i live for danger), thats just a hint of what the outside of the car looks like on
that side. i named him captian crunch, and call him the cappin for short. annnd finally,
the reason why most of you might be saying "are you effin serious?":
i have awesome 20 sided fuzzy dice hanging from my rear-view mirror.
(oh yeah, i live for danger), thats just a hint of what the outside of the car looks like on
that side. i named him captian crunch, and call him the cappin for short. annnd finally,
the reason why most of you might be saying "are you effin serious?":
i have awesome 20 sided fuzzy dice hanging from my rear-view mirror.
"Yay! Vega!!!"
so, my day starts anywhere from noon to three. "why?" you ask? well, its because i
stay up 'til 4 to 6 in the morning playing any given video game. now, if that weren't bad
enough, i'm not just playing video games in the regular nerdy way. no. i go for distance.
allow me to caption for you:
stay up 'til 4 to 6 in the morning playing any given video game. now, if that weren't bad
enough, i'm not just playing video games in the regular nerdy way. no. i go for distance.
allow me to caption for you:
"mmmmmmm...Link"
..... I bet you can guess which one I like more...
so yes, my wiimotes (which were nerdy enough to start off with) are custom
covered in Link and Vega (from street fighter).... so awesome.
so after i wake up, i normally spend time getting ready for work, and making
doodles. then i grab my keys, and start my steak trek.
covered in Link and Vega (from street fighter).... so awesome.
so after i wake up, i normally spend time getting ready for work, and making
doodles. then i grab my keys, and start my steak trek.
I mean, honestly guys, if thats not enough proof for you, i don't know what is. i'm guilty of
playing d&d. i'm not going to lie. i'm also guilty of using "street d&d" to win arguments...
as well as winning an arument with my husband by quoting yoda. i think it was about him
not closing the shower curtains, and us getting mould or something... all i remember is
him saying " fine, i'll try harder to remember", and i retorted with " do, or do not. there is
no try"
playing d&d. i'm not going to lie. i'm also guilty of using "street d&d" to win arguments...
as well as winning an arument with my husband by quoting yoda. i think it was about him
not closing the shower curtains, and us getting mould or something... all i remember is
him saying " fine, i'll try harder to remember", and i retorted with " do, or do not. there is
no try"