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Post by lanie on Aug 20, 2006 1:23:27 GMT -5
Internet Journal: Alice Ordway Located: Livejournal.com Readers: anyone on Alice's friendslist (if you're a skater, it's most likely she's somehow already made friends with you anyway as she is pretty gregarious)
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Post by lanie on Aug 20, 2006 1:27:09 GMT -5
19 August 2006 We've been working like mad for the new season now that our separate vacations are over with after the tour. We both just went home, spent some time with families, met up at Heathrow and took off. It was a headache getting back to Pittsburgh thanks to those bastards. Natalia Romanova is now our coach as of course the old one left us all alone. He was a bastard anyhow, not a big deal. Natalia has a lot of wonderful ideas, we had a very long talk, the only problem Chris has with it is that we're competing against friends - though he brings up how I am not friends with anyone when we are competing. This is true. I guess that's why some of the other skaters think I'm a caddy bitch. Ha ha ha. Well I've an Olympic gold medal and they don't, so I care not! We worked on jumps and throws today. Nothing too interesting. Aleksei is going to be coaching Chris as a singles skater. It is sooo strange that he won the Olympics, let me tell you. He's got the medal in a box with the others in a garage while we framed out pair medals and they're in the living room. He seems rather ashamed of it, though lucky for us it gives us time alone! Or him with Aleksei, me alone, as the case may be unless he's practicing all by his lonesome. It's nice, lately we are driving each other more crazy than we already are. When I was home Mum again made comments about "whenever are you two going to get married?" Thank God she knows nothing about how 'married' we already are!!!! I'd be a dead woman.
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Post by lanie on Aug 20, 2006 14:56:13 GMT -5
20 August 2006 He's being an obstinate bastard about Natalia's idea of Romeo and Juliet. We're too old, he says. (What half-assed excuse is that?!) We shouldn't skate to that. I don't know what his problem is but we are skating to it. It will be brill, and that will shut him right up.
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Post by lanie on Aug 23, 2006 23:51:56 GMT -5
23 August 2006 I am a master manipulator of men. Or of one man which in my case is good as I spend all the live-long day with him. He finally gave in to Romeo and Juliet. We've got music cuts, it should be très intéressant! Too bad I am ten years older than Juliet was, ha ha. Bloody hell, it's 12:51am. I am wide awake for reasons I will not go into.
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Post by lanie on Aug 25, 2006 4:05:34 GMT -5
25 August 2006 After quite a few wonky falls on the quad Salchow we decided to call it a day because I am convinced I have injured sooooomething, perhaps made my back flare up again. Oh arthritis just GO AWAY. Being tossed round like a rag doll isn't doing me any good and it's been twelve years of that. Time for some painkillers. Caitlin and Moira are visiting. I am glad she didn't bring her husband. It's funny how Christian is so protective of her, and Caitlin still has that older sister eyerolling thing down pat. Chris took Moira skating. He crowed about how she was a natural and Caitlin was all, "Is this my child or yours? I forget. Maybe Alice birthed her instead, and she just likes to call you uncle instead of daddy." (She is a dead woman. I will not be birthing any babies any time soon! and I am sure they won't be his anyway, I think soon enough he will realise how mad he is for going for me and then kaput! we will be done! I am not nearly good enough for him you see.)
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Post by lanie on Aug 25, 2006 4:17:34 GMT -5
25 August 2006 I found something bloody hysterical online. I am posting it here so I remember to show Chris. But in Britain we don't win many gold medals at the Olympics… because we've chosen not to! It's a political statement! Because we hate our national anthem. Because it's “God Save the Queen,” you see? “God Save the Queen.” Now the Queen lives in a very big house, she has barbed wire outside, and people with guns in front of that. That's one saved f***ing queen, I'll tell you! That's the problem! She's overly saved! She has no idea of the struggle of human existence. We have to work for a living, raise a family… we don't have nannies all running around the place. It's what you've got to do in your life, you know? So it's "God Save the Queen." No! It's too saved. It's "God Attack the Queen," that's what it should be! ( singing ) "God attack the Queen, send big dogs after her that bite her bum. Let them chase after her and rip her knickers off..." That'd be fantastic! Then she'd have to fight the crazy dog with a handbag with a brick inside of it. "Crazy dog! Crazy dog!" "Arrgghh, kill the Queen!" "No - crazy dog!" And maybe she'd kill the crazy dog and everyone in Britain would go, "Hey, fair play to the Queen, killed the crazy dog." And the Queen would have self-respect for the first time in her life! Yes. It would work. It'd be fantabulous.
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Post by lanie on Sept 6, 2006 20:40:50 GMT -5
Sniper-660(Aleksei Vlaschenko) Now I am intrigued. ;D Knew it, hahaha!!!! *ponders* Who do I tell first? D'oh, your mom!!! You KNEW it, huh? I didn't think we were that obvious.
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