I haven't done a meme like this, so it might be kind of interesting as a chef.

1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.
2) Bold all the items you've eaten
3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.

1. Venison (deer meat)
2. Rare steak (Like ALL the time.)
3. Huevos rancheros
4. Vegemite
5. Crocodile/alligator (I was in Florida when I did that!)
6. Black pudding
7. Fondue
8. Crepes (Mine are the best of course)
9. Borscht (Beet soup)
10. Baba ghanoush (Eggplant dip)


( Man, I am a gross human being )

So, I'm getting ready for Kyle's bday, and I got my hair to look like this.

HOW SEXY AM I?! SERIOUSLY! I AM ROCKING IT SEXY SECRETARY STYLE!

http://oxymoronassoc.livejournal.com/462027.html#cutid1


Ashley sent me this, and it is the funniest thing in the entire world. I believe every word of it!


I THINK I NEED AN RPATTZ MOODTHEME. IS THIS POSSIBLE?!

Fun story for you.

I was going into Monty's today to get a Full Throttle before work because I really needed the energy. So I parked, and when I got out of my car, I saw these 2 guys sitting out on those tables in front. One was some hispanic guy trying to look like Kanye, and the other was a chubby white guy with cornrows. So Ghetto.... they were like... I dunno, maybe 18 or 19...20 at the OLDEST. I mean, they looked really immature anyway.

Keep in mind, I haven't really recieved any male attention other than Deni's since I've been engaged- because of this, my appearance has really done downhill lately. When I go to work, I usually don't wear makeup. So, today, I had my hair in a really low loose bun, and I haven't showered in like, 2 days. Essentially, I'm not the image of loveliness I usually am.

Anyway, I get out of my car and as I'm walking past, they both sorta straighten up and nod at me.

White guy with cornrows: (ok, I was so creeped out, I didn't hear exactly what he said, so it either went...) Hey baaaby, how you doin? (or....) Hey beautiful, what're you doing?

Me: (this is the point where I look up at them and I'm like, "omg omg omg...") Doing great, thanks! (my voice, btw, is really high and nervous. I'm sure you all know how it sounds.)

Hispanic Kanye: Hey, you listen to B95 or 104.7?

Ok, I have no idea why he asked me this. Is this how boys find out if white girls are actually ghetto?! I DO NOT UNDERSTAND! DOES NOT COMPUTE!

Me: Nope! Sure don't! (This is when I practically ran inside.)

So I get my full throttle and I popped it open and drank it with my left hand so they could see my ring. When I looked over to see if they had given up, I had JUST caught the white guy looking at me, seeing the ring, and then looking all disappointed.

URGHHH, my first time getting hit on after being engaged and it's a wigger with cornrows. URGWRGiwrg-wgihwlif. Why?! He could have at least been hot! Then I would have been more sympathetic, like:

Guy: Hey baby, how you doin?
Me: Oh, I'm sorry, I'm engaged.
Guy: I'm sorry! I didn't realise!
Me: It's ok! However, SHA! Thank you KINDLY! It is nice to know boys still have an interest in my body!
Guy: Ok, thanks anyway!
Me: You are SO welcome!


Well, maybe not....but...maybe similar?

Omg, I blew out my knee. No seriously, I think I did something really bad. I played really hard in PE yesterday and it was already hurting then. Then I slept on it, and didn't go to PE today because of the knee (and my period, urghhhhh cramps suck balls). But I stayed on the couch all day and slept, but I tried to get up the stairs right now and now I'm not sure if I can get back down.

Holy shit, I'll be stuck upstairs. Oh noes indeed.

The worst part is, my laptop I have to get repaired-methinks, and I have no money. I might have to be one of those whores who sets up websites to have guys pay for my boob-job...only....you know....for my laptop. And then my dad took his somewhere so I can't even borrow it. The only computer I have here that works is upstairs.

I may have to leave you all for a few days. Urghhh sucks. Maybe I should start painting and try to sell those pieces off. Shit, I need to do something I have a talent for, and sell it to make money.

I need your ideas!


(Btw, Ashley, I'm an engaged woman- so sexual favors are not a good idea.)

I really want a McDonald's ice cream cone and a sleeve of girl scout cookies. I don't know why, but I really want it and I'm getting upset about not being able to get girl scout cookies.

Me: I want cookies... and an icecream cone
Me: but they have to be girl scout cookies
Me: which is sad, because I don't know where I can buy those things
Me: Do they sell them in stores yet?
Ben: girl scout cookies?
Ben: I'm afraid not
Ben: They're proprietary, you'll have to find your local chapterhouse
Ben: or order them online
Me: Urggghhh! Fuck my life!
Me: All I want is girl scout cookies
Ben: D'aaaawwwwwww
Ben: you're so adorable when you're upset
Ben: Where can I get one of you?
Me: At your local chapterhouse
Me: ...or online


FUCK YOU GIRLSCOUTS AND YOUR DELICIOUS COOKIES! WHYYYYY!?!??

My dog Lil, sometimes known as Moose just tried to bury her bone in the blanket I'm using to cover my feet. She shoved it under my feet and then nosed the blanket up over it. Then she decided it wasn't working out and made me take her outside so she could bury her bone out in the yard. When she was done, she looked at me all pleased like, "Look what I did Mom!"

Seriously, my dog is so cute you guys.

Also, szhe had never seen a worm before, and she kept pawing at it until she finally just used her nose to shove it in the dirt.

I don't know why I found that so funny.

New update: Giant macs are weird computers.


That is all.

You know what I really hate? I hate that people are asking me to plan my life out so far in advance when I don't even know what I want for lunch tomorrow.

If I hear anymore questions about school, or work, or what kind of house I'm going to live in 5 years from now, I'm going to kill you.

That goes for everyone.

Here's a list of topics you can discuss with me:
-Anything about your life
-Anything relating to movies, or shows
-Icecream
-Artsy stuff I like to do: drawing, painting, music-playing, singing, etc
-Potentially doing cosplay
-Shaver Lake
-Waterskiing
-My awesome wedding I am planning
-Digger parties
-Weird things Ashlety says like, "I'm going to knaw off your ears" and "I'm going to dip you in sour cream and eat you".
-Dancing
-The Romantic Art of Kereoke
-Peach Cobbler
-Awesomely cool hemp jewelry I have began to make. (Speaking of which, if you want me to make something for you, let me know, I make wicked looking anklets!)

Annnnnnd, I'm sure there are many many more, but I am tired and lazy and I might go play the sims to releive me of crankiness.

Much love.

Gobstoppers are like jawbreakers for the impatient.





(I am watching Zach Braff on MArtha Stewart... it's too cute for reals. They are making a doggie dining center.... yeah, I know.)

Oh, just in case you didn't know-

I'm engaged.

And I picked up my ring today!

Ok, this is he last pic-dump for you.

( still in rotorua, but here's the buried village )

Ok, rotorua time!

( smelliest/coolest town ever )

Ok, so I know how much everyone loves the picspams, so here we go!


This is Auckland.

( This is the Shire )

Dear Livejournal,

Maybe staying up til 4:30am getting drunk and talking with my brother the night before I'm supposed to go to LA and get on a plane to see my boyfriend was a bad idea...

OR THE BEST?! MAYBE?!

Time to sleep, I only have 5 hours before I gotta get up and get going after all.

See you all in NZ,
Samantha.

I wrote something a minute ago, but realizing it was very private, I set it as such so no one could read it. Nothing against you guys, but I don't think these thoughts should be out and about to all of you. Maybe later in life, I'll get brave and unlock all those posts...but not yet.


So to satisfy you guys who still have active interest in my life:
I'm fine, how are you?

1. It's no secret I love musicals and ESPECIALLY soundtracks to certain films. (Like, I have the whole soundtrack for the Illusionist and Memoirs of a Geisha.)
2. My ipod is a catty bitch.

So, this morning, I'm putting on my make-up with my ipod on shuffle... And the song "Becoming a Geisha" comes on.

Ipod... that was well-played....

so yeah... officially a ginger. Yay?!

Also, check out my beautiful new layout, thanks to bluebottlebutte (aka, Ashley/Ashlar!)

Ok, I'm gonna talk about work for awhile, so deal with it.

You know what really sucks about my job? (Btw, I'm a pastry chef if you didn't know). But yeah, what really sucks about my job is that even though I only work 2 days a week, IT STILL SUCKS AWAY MY LIFE. It's spring break, and I've been working, and then I get home, and I have to practice and make trial runs of stuff. And I'm like, yo, it's spring break, I wanna get trashed and party like it's 1999. And Chef's all, Um, no, you're gonna make pie.
Do I look like I make pies?
I do.
And I did.

I made lemon meringue pie and a bitch-ass-awesome tiramisu.

I was gonna make creme caramels, but I ran out of eggs.

But seriously, brownies are going to kill me. The guy before me didn't leave a recipe, so I've been having to wing it this whole time. They look like shit guys. Don't order the fucking brownies. Order a baked apple which I winged, wung?, sucessfully. they're awesome. Don't be a bitch.

I spent from noon to 7 making dessers you guys, and if I wasn't making desserts, I was making a new binder full of recipies because the old one is so old, the recipes were written on a typewriter. Yeah, so... probably somewhere between the stone age and "back in the day".

Chasity and I were talking at work one day about how she lj-ed rules for customers of a resturant. And I told her between the 2 of us we could probably write a book. She said I should lj a few just to be sassy. I agree, and since I'm hyped up on espresso and sugar and sassy-ness, today will be the day.

( Rules for you mother-fuckers; a manifesto of a bus-boy/chef/hostess )

Ok, so, guess who's the new Assistant Pastry Chef at the Vineyard? ME, BITCHES!

all your dessert are belong to me.

Also, I think this is amazing:

Samantha: My next idea was trailblaze
Samantha: it sounds like a sexy granola bar
Robbie-obbie: Oh my god it does
Samantha: Yeah, I know
Samantha: I'm amazing
Robbie-obbie: You cocky bitch