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söndag 11 januari 2009
tisdag 2 december 2008
Vad jag önskar mig just nu...
Swiss Bones Ceramics... bäst i test... Antar att man inte är helt normal när man önskar sig kullager för över tusenlappen i julklapp...
söndag 2 november 2008
Träningsläger med Rat City
Så jag pensionerade mig från Jet City för att göra försök till Rat City, alla är ganska ense om att det itne skall var några problem för mig... Fast man skall aldrig vara övermodig!
torsdag 30 oktober 2008
...det börjar bli lite kallt...
Ni ser ju själva i vilket desperat behov av en klänning jag är. Stackars mig, här står jag iklädd enbart mina rullskridskor... Om någon brukar ha Alexanders nummer, så kan ni ju ta och ringa honom... Hälsa att jag fryser...
tisdag 28 oktober 2008
Lite ömklig, bara just nu
Ligger i sängen och gör min bokföringsläxa, inte så svårt egentligen, det gäller bara att hålla koll på vad som skall skrivas vart, och vad som skall adderas och subtrheras från vad...
Jag oroar mig inte....
Klockan är fem, och hela dagen har spenderats med olikartade hemuppgifter. Jag har läst igenom förra veckans Womans Wear Daily, skrivit ihop några sammanfattningar av artiklar jag fann intressanta. Bläddrade igenom min bok i modehistoria och funderade lite över mitt arbete om Alexander McQueen som jag skall presentera nästa måndag.
Ovanpå alla läxor har jag mensvärk och könner mig allmönt lite nere. Tröstar mig med att det ialla fall inte regnar ute.
Gårdagen spenderade jag djupt försjunken i marknadsföring tills Summer ringde och övertalade mig att komma till Rat Citys filmvisning. Filmen som visades var en dokumentär om burlesk dans i Seattle området. Känner mig dock lite skyldig idag, eftersom jag hade planerat att åka upp till Everett och köra ett hårt pass för Hollywood. Har dock bestämt mig för att ta ledigt från rullskridskor fram till söndag, eftersom det är då Rat Citys uttagningsläger börjar... Wish me luck...
Jag oroar mig inte....
Klockan är fem, och hela dagen har spenderats med olikartade hemuppgifter. Jag har läst igenom förra veckans Womans Wear Daily, skrivit ihop några sammanfattningar av artiklar jag fann intressanta. Bläddrade igenom min bok i modehistoria och funderade lite över mitt arbete om Alexander McQueen som jag skall presentera nästa måndag.
Ovanpå alla läxor har jag mensvärk och könner mig allmönt lite nere. Tröstar mig med att det ialla fall inte regnar ute.
Gårdagen spenderade jag djupt försjunken i marknadsföring tills Summer ringde och övertalade mig att komma till Rat Citys filmvisning. Filmen som visades var en dokumentär om burlesk dans i Seattle området. Känner mig dock lite skyldig idag, eftersom jag hade planerat att åka upp till Everett och köra ett hårt pass för Hollywood. Har dock bestämt mig för att ta ledigt från rullskridskor fram till söndag, eftersom det är då Rat Citys uttagningsläger börjar... Wish me luck...
måndag 27 oktober 2008
söndag 19 oktober 2008
mumma mumma
Jag kan inte sova, jag ar sjukt hungrig, jag tavlade idag, jag undrar om jag brutit nasan... ha ha ha
onsdag 3 september 2008
Rullskridsko modell
När mina stackars fotografvänner behöver modeller till deras portfoliobilder är jag en snäll kompis och ställer upp...
torsdag 28 augusti 2008
Sanningen om roller derby....
You know you're a derby girl when...
-All of your pants are now too tight in the butt and thighs and too loose at the waist
-You take any opportunity to show off your new ass bruise
-You are disappointed when you don't have any bruises
-The worst part of practice is taking off your skates
-People call you by your derby name as often as your real name
-You think your derby name IS your real name
-The thought of being hurled to the ground at top speed doesn't scare you anymore
-You always end up in the hoisery section while shopping at a department store
-When planning a vacation, top of the list is "Is there somewhere I can skate?"
-Your friends are more afraid of you than they used to be
-You find yourself worrying that you are not eating enough carbohydrates rather than too many carbohydrates
-You may never know the real names of some of your closest friends
-Something is making your house stink, and you realize that your wrist guards escaped from you equipment bag
-You consider your skates to be your favorite pair of shoes
-You have to restrain yourself from body-checking the slow ladies in the grocery store
-While driving, you look over your shoulder at the cars coming up instead of using the mirrors
-The cop in front of you on the road becomes your pivot
-You quit your job because it doesn't coincide with your practice schedule
-Eight hours of practice a week justifies this piece of double chocolate layer cake
-You spend your phone bill money on new wheels
-You run into your teammates on the street and don't know how to introduce them: "This is Lamby...I mean Jen...I mean...aw crap."
-You forget you once pushed doors opened with your hands instead of a hip check
-You want your name on the back of ALL of your clothes
-You can't make it through a party without wrestling at least three people
-Boys won't date you because they are afriad of you
-You justify drinking all of that beer by going to practice
-You're no longer embarassed to go to the bar with flat hair, B.O. and a baggy t-shirt
-You visit a friend in the hospital with broken bones once a month
-You get in trouble for saying "I'm sorry"
-You consider putting off getting pregnant for fear of cutting into practice time
-Your cellphone is filled with names like "Dorothy Hammer", "Trophy Wife" "Suzy Shameless" and "Chica Bomb"
-You want to get your number tattooed on your left arm to save the time of writing in on there at practice
-You're minding your own business at a party, another woman grabs your boob and you barely notice (she's probably on your team)
-When your favorite bartender knows you only by your skate name
-You are now a frequent customer at the shops in the mall that you used to consider "just for bar sluts"
-You feel really short walking around without the extra three inches of wheels under you
-Your chest swells with pride when one of the new girls knocks you on your ass
-You often catch yourself flexing and admiring your own ass and legs in the mirror
-You squeal with delight and call your friends when anyone on television even vaguely mentions the words "roller derby," ie you can't WAIT for Speed Stick and Molson Canadian commercials
-You can distiguish who's gear is whose by sniffing it
-You have become a great orator because of all the time you spend yelling at people with a mouth full of plastic
-You actually drive two hours and PAY a someone to make you hurt so bad you can't walk normally for the next week
-You've seen more girl's asses than a porn director
-Girl-on-girl groping and kissing are no longer exotic to you, but just a typical Friday
-You've never put more thought into shoelace colors in your life
-You have ice somewhere on your body twice a week
-Instead of flying dreams, you now have skating dreams
-All of your pants are now too tight in the butt and thighs and too loose at the waist
-You take any opportunity to show off your new ass bruise
-You are disappointed when you don't have any bruises
-The worst part of practice is taking off your skates
-People call you by your derby name as often as your real name
-You think your derby name IS your real name
-The thought of being hurled to the ground at top speed doesn't scare you anymore
-You always end up in the hoisery section while shopping at a department store
-When planning a vacation, top of the list is "Is there somewhere I can skate?"
-Your friends are more afraid of you than they used to be
-You find yourself worrying that you are not eating enough carbohydrates rather than too many carbohydrates
-You may never know the real names of some of your closest friends
-Something is making your house stink, and you realize that your wrist guards escaped from you equipment bag
-You consider your skates to be your favorite pair of shoes
-You have to restrain yourself from body-checking the slow ladies in the grocery store
-While driving, you look over your shoulder at the cars coming up instead of using the mirrors
-The cop in front of you on the road becomes your pivot
-You quit your job because it doesn't coincide with your practice schedule
-Eight hours of practice a week justifies this piece of double chocolate layer cake
-You spend your phone bill money on new wheels
-You run into your teammates on the street and don't know how to introduce them: "This is Lamby...I mean Jen...I mean...aw crap."
-You forget you once pushed doors opened with your hands instead of a hip check
-You want your name on the back of ALL of your clothes
-You can't make it through a party without wrestling at least three people
-Boys won't date you because they are afriad of you
-You justify drinking all of that beer by going to practice
-You're no longer embarassed to go to the bar with flat hair, B.O. and a baggy t-shirt
-You visit a friend in the hospital with broken bones once a month
-You get in trouble for saying "I'm sorry"
-You consider putting off getting pregnant for fear of cutting into practice time
-Your cellphone is filled with names like "Dorothy Hammer", "Trophy Wife" "Suzy Shameless" and "Chica Bomb"
-You want to get your number tattooed on your left arm to save the time of writing in on there at practice
-You're minding your own business at a party, another woman grabs your boob and you barely notice (she's probably on your team)
-When your favorite bartender knows you only by your skate name
-You are now a frequent customer at the shops in the mall that you used to consider "just for bar sluts"
-You feel really short walking around without the extra three inches of wheels under you
-Your chest swells with pride when one of the new girls knocks you on your ass
-You often catch yourself flexing and admiring your own ass and legs in the mirror
-You squeal with delight and call your friends when anyone on television even vaguely mentions the words "roller derby," ie you can't WAIT for Speed Stick and Molson Canadian commercials
-You can distiguish who's gear is whose by sniffing it
-You have become a great orator because of all the time you spend yelling at people with a mouth full of plastic
-You actually drive two hours and PAY a someone to make you hurt so bad you can't walk normally for the next week
-You've seen more girl's asses than a porn director
-Girl-on-girl groping and kissing are no longer exotic to you, but just a typical Friday
-You've never put more thought into shoelace colors in your life
-You have ice somewhere on your body twice a week
-Instead of flying dreams, you now have skating dreams
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