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Name: Kelsey Michelle Fechner
Birthday: 4/2/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: Theatre, Poetry, MAC make-up, Discovering new bands, Writting music, Fashion magazines, Manolo Blahnik, and other random nerdy things that I will keep to myself.
Expertise: Forcasting trends, Walking in heels, Ferret sitting, Booty dancing, and Baklava testing.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
AIM:  SpecialKF16
Member Since:
12/24/2002
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| Oh. Happy. Day.
I PASSED MY BOARDS!!
Now all that is left is my experior. I call that one "in the bag". | | |
| Ain’t ya got no gingerbread
Ain’t ya got no candy
Ain’t ya got an extra bed for me and little andy
~Dolly Parton Me and Little Andy
And just like that, my break is over...
::: Insert ambiguous xanga post here :::
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| I hope you know that this will go down on your permenent record.
oh yea?
well don't get so distressed.
did i happen to meantion that i'm impressed?
~Violent Femmes Kiss Off
::: head bangs on wall:::
You. Drunken. Fool.
In other news, three more weeks and i'm halfway done with Aveda.
Oh, and I quit smoking. Almost a week. Stay strong Justin.
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| Nothing is ever certain
Just my death and yours
What comfort do we have
When living life gets hard
I can't promise to be your savoir
Who'll deliver you from certain hell
The only thing I can assure you of
I'm going there as well
There is no stopping time
She finds the pluse controls the beat
Change her cause in motion
Still turning while we dream
My words hold some freedom
Though as letters they have no grace
The only truth I have to write
All is rival to change.
*I was never meant to say anything
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| If there was a better way to go then it would find me
I can't help it the road just rolls out behind me
Be kind to me or treat me mean
I'll make the most of it I'm an extraordinary machine
~Extraordinary Machine Fiona Apple
Home Alone. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Looks like for the next two weeks i'll be living on my own. Thank God we don't have a cat, because then I would feel pathetic.
School is as school does. I've decided that Aveda isn't really a "school". They just operate under that guise as to fool us poor students into indentured servitude. Basically we pay them to give us full time salon jobs without compensation. Not that I mind too much. I have hella fun pretending to know how to highlight hair or air cutting that extra half inch that really isn't there. School motto: Fake it til you make it. I've had some crazy clients, particularly the woman who brought in a stick figure drawing of the haircut she desired. No lie. She left happy so I can't really complain.
Looking forward to Christmas in Duluth. mmmmm mashed potatoes. mmmmmm friends that don't let friends drink in Superior.
Until then, I'm gonna catch a slam poetry contest, take in some live music, and plan the very best Januarymas that Alpha I has ever seen (alpha I being my class right now).
'Tis the season, eh?
I need some Christmas spirit.
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