Overslept, woke up, considered briefly (verrry briefly) walking to school, rolled over and slept again.
It's A-mazing! (ha ha Allyson) how easily I can tune Noelle out on the telephone sometimes. She'll just go on and on with me just "Mm-hmm"ing and "Uh-huh"ing...must strive to be more attentive when speaking on phone...
Here are some New Year's Resolutions (in mid-October) that I thought up this morning:
1. Be kind to DJ. Perhaps even call him by his real name.
2. Draw further into my shell of antisocial-ness.
I'm still a little stunned from hearing Amber say in History that she got the job we both applied for. I told her about that job in the first place! Maybe she had good references.
Polish sausage? Ah, Noelle. You do rattle on.
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This LiveJournal never existed π€« A time capsule spanning 2001-2011, annotated from the future. Best viewed on a big screen, with sound: on and mood: exploratory. You are now stepping into the past. Please wipe yr feet. |
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| Oct. 18th, 2001 @ 4:19 pm You people make my ass twitch! | |||
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 hungryCurrent Music:
get up kids, "Ten Minutes"
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| Oct. 25th, 2001 @ 6:10 pm (no subject) | |||
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 rejuvenatedCurrent Music:
The Aquabats, "Red Sweater"
I'm feelin' so groovy It sucks Oh yeah
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| Oct. 26th, 2001 @ 4:39 pm Last night I had a dream we went to Disneyland... | |||
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 blahCurrent Music:
Ataris, "San Dimas High School Football Rules"
Woo-hoo! This afternoon held a pep rally, third this year, also the third that I have managed to escape. Strange, the complete lack of fascist guards patrolling the gates. Noelle, Sophie, and I hopped into Sophie's delightfully unlovely car and squealed home. (That makes sense if you've ever been in Sophie's car. It makes a symphony of discordant dying car noises.) I think it may be trying to tell us something. "Gasp! Death-wheeze! Please, just drive me into a canal and end my misery!!!" At least the CD player works. The thing is, if you're driving at night and have the stereo going, it's virtually impossible to have the headlights on simultaneously. But who cares about safety when you can have Reel Big Fish?
Sophie read me the Declaration of Independence for A.S.S., the Anti-Snelling Society...very necessary in the face of Snelling's racism, ageism and misanthropy. Of course there's nothing wrong with despising people, but those people should by no means be allowed to teach. the new Hot Topic opened recently at our mall...Great! Now little poseur 14-year-old "rebels" can waste all their inflated allowance money at yet another overpriced, low-quality clothing store that supplies the "nonconformist" masses *COUGHdeliberateoxymoronCOUGH* with all their goth and punk necessaries. I'll probably shop there. |
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| Oct. 31st, 2001 @ 12:46 pm Will big brother find me out again? | |||
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 thirstyCurrent Music:
The Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy
Bats, bats, and more bats!
Tonight I'm going trick-or-treating with Big Swede and a few others. Nevermind that I have no preordained costume. The big pouffy vintage dress is always at hand. My pink fishnets and some Gold Dust Molly corpses should do for accoutrements. Ha. One of the damn things leapt out of the bowl yesterday, in a suicide attempt, I suppose. So I dug up a nice old fishbowl instead of that crappy opaque Tupperware thing that must have been depressing them. Now they're happy and swim quickly. Ramble. Praised be the gods, Elyse bought a fishtank. Now their chances of dying in Britt's toilet bowl are drastically reduced. This is the first conjunction of both Samhain and full moon since 1955. Was that last sentence grammatically correct? Hmm. |
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| Nov. 3rd, 2001 @ 4:55 pm Ha! | |||
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I don't feel like writing in my journal today!
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| Nov. 10th, 2001 @ 5:08 pm (no subject) | |||
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Jesus Christ, the telemarketers are even leaving messages on our answering machine now! WTF?
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| Nov. 18th, 2001 @ 12:50 pm I found my hair. | |||
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Current Mood Here.
Current Music:
Radiohead
Seriously. And in Vogue Italia, of all places. It's...quite nice. Pretty short, and a bit feathery and choppy on the ends. Hmm. Now I'm arguing with myself as to whether I should get lowlights in it or not. Probably won't, considering that my funds are dangerously low.
Last night was Noelle's birthday party. The whole surprise thing was fairly useless, in my opinion. And everyone else's. So Noelle plans for herself a birthday party. Then Caro makes plans for everyone to show up at her house, and "stand up" Noelle, so she gets all depressed. Caro calls, consoles her, invites her over to watch a movie. At her arrival everyone jumps out and screams "SURPRISE!" Yes, one has to admit, that is one hell of a surprise. Thinking all your friends are all complete asses, only to discover that your friends are all complete asses with surprisingly little sensitivity. But the party was fun. Dav ate a few of the cake candles, strings and all. Mike got to act out a Chinese Communist leader for the entertainment of the crowd. And now I'm wondering what exactly is going on with Mike and Caro? They cuddled quite a bit on the couch. I've never seen him look so...unassuming and human. Hmm. Wow. I like the guy with pink hair. His name is James. Rumor has it that he has an agreeable temperament and shocking (zzzt!) lack of girlfriend. Now let's hope that he's really, really desperate. :) Enough of that. |
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| Nov. 18th, 2001 @ 2:20 pm Gummy worms! | |||
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So Mike IS going out with Caro, "more or less."
Now, wasn't that a terribly useful bit of information? |
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| Nov. 19th, 2001 @ 1:03 pm *burp* | |||
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 fullCurrent Music:
The Little Mermaid soundtrack. Yes, I admit it freely!
Just finished an entirely unhealthy breakfast. Greasy bacon, I love you! I'm very ashamed of Brittany right now. Dead is...well...dead and Deader has got to be teetering on the threshold...about to swim off into that big aquarium in the sky. According to reliable sources, she only feeds them "when she has time," i.e. once a day, if the poor thing is lucky, his comrade just passed away, and heartless Brittany doesn't even have rocks or shells of any sort to keep him occupied. I will never, never buy live things for anyone ever again. Agg!
Let's hope that works. It was rather strange, earlier this morning. I found this old (OK, eighth grade) picture of me and Eric, him with his long, freshly-dyed burgundy hair, and me with mine falling past my waist. Of course we both look kind of stiff, because it was one of those Personality Picture things, but all of a sudden I was overcome by a wave of nostalgia! Well, that exclamation point wasn't necessary at all, but I'm missing him today. When Cindy came to Cape, I asked about him and she told me how much he's changed. Not quite the same cheery little psychotic that we all knew and loved. It makes me sad, and shamefully happy that I don't know him anymore. Everything has to change, though. He's no exception, none of us either. Has Cindy vanished again? I haven't taken note of her in English lately... |
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| Nov. 19th, 2001 @ 1:59 pm Lots of pretty pictures.... | |||
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I am 65% Grunge.
I am pretty dirty, all right and, I reek of teen spirit... I would sell my own children for a moldy hotpocket, man. Take the Grunge Test at Fuali.com! Ha. And I didn't even lie on any of them...that's the sad part. So how does one go about uploading pictures into livejournal so you can put them into a journal entry? Anyone know? |
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| Nov. 22nd, 2001 @ 2:25 pm Damn that Spam. | |||
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 crappyCurrent Music:
Newfound Glory, "Second to Last"
Good news...my mother backed down and said I could get lowlights. So now I've been calling different hair salons to get their prices. The highest was Stacie Lee ($90, phew) and the lowest was Valentino (starting at $65). But I think I want to go to this one place, Sgt. Pepper's, because the lady who talked to me didn't treat me like the socially inept moron I am. Gotta appreciate that.
I really, really have to get out today. I will go mad if trapped here for much longer...Miranda's at her aunt's, Noelle's playing Spyro nonstop, John's wailing about Allyson's cellphone number that he very conveniently does not have, Sophie never picks up the phone, Sidney's going to the movies later, David's probably not home, Kim's most likely working, and Brittany's a sloth. Drat. What to do? There's always Fritos and TV. What a day, eh? |
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| Nov. 24th, 2001 @ 3:04 pm (no subject) | |||
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 enragedCurrent Music:
BG feat. Big Tymers & Hot Boyz, "Bling Bling"
There are not words to express how deeply and thoroughly I despise AOL.
But of course Sophie's right. It doesn't matter what we think. Because AOL is a huge, ravening corporate behemoth that's going to outlive us all. At the dusk of Armageddon the AOL-Time Warner conglomerate will stand tall and alone among the heaps of pitiful carrion. Perhaps quaking silently with laughter at the human condition? |
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Hari| Nov. 27th, 2001 @ 4:12 pm Scott Bakula. | |||
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 happyCurrent Music:
A3, "Mao Tse Tung Said"
Yeah. In driver's ed last year we watched this video that featured SCOTT BAKULA. Me, Beth, Jon, Sophie and some others were just sitting there bugging our eyes out and muttering, "Scott Bakula! Scott Bakula!" in between laughing. What is it about that man's name? Scott Bakula...
Today was verrry good. It really surprised me how many people gave compliments on my hair. Yes, indeedy. It was great when I came to lunch and Dav saw me. His trademark sunflower grin spread over his face and he's just like, "Wwwwwwow!" I love my friends. :) After eighth period I saw something very beautiful in the lobby. Then we were outside, walking towards the car lot, and I kept stopping myself in midsentence to say things like, "Miranda, he's so hott!...I can't take it anymore, the sheer overwhelming beauty!" But no. |
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| Dec. 1st, 2001 @ 6:23 pm A little tired. | |||
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 cheerfulCurrent Music:
Weezer, "Let's Sew Our Pants Together"
Today was pretty nice. This cute little guy in the lunch line kept eyeing me and smiling so nicely. :) So glad I'm not at X-Fest tonite. Too loud for me. Too "hardcore punk." *laughs* Well, gotta go do some of that infernal laundry now.
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| Dec. 3rd, 2001 @ 1:45 pm Wonder what's for lunch, eh? | |||
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Current Mood sunkissed
We have a crab trap sitting useless in the backyard. I think I'm going to put some fishheads in there and catch me some crabs. Not the pubic kind. Yumm....
My dad's being very cooperative about the concert in Ft. Lauderdale. He even offered to give me money in case I didn't have enough after Yuletide spending. Hrmm. Strange. Perhaps he feels bad after not letting me go to the 4a show last night. That promised to be fun. Marc is quite congenial. He's even my first friend on Livejournal! Golly gee whillickers! But ok. It's pretty likely that they'll have another one. Yeah. Dav's screenname is funny. "Roachhungry." He's hilarious, in a disturbing kind of way. Only guy I know brave enough to eat live roaches, ants, minnows, fruit flies, fruit fly larva, and some dead things as well. :) Let's see if anyone is home now so I can get away. After I set the crab traps, of course. |
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| Dec. 4th, 2001 @ 4:14 pm If Jesus had the surname Christ, would his parents have been called Mr. and Mrs. J. Christ? | |||
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Wellnow! I swear, if Allyson puts up that picture of me blinking on my birthday, I will make her pay. Somehow! Some way! I asked her not to today, and she just grinned at me evilly and didn't affirm nor deny. She'd better not dare...*audible threat*
There's this coupon thing on the table for Piccadilly Circus. I'm not sure why, but I really want to go there. Maybe it's the picture. Maybe it has subliminal sex messages in it, like that one Dean Koontz book. It must be that fried chicken breast that's arranged to look like a willing female's lower torso. Yeah. Cigarette and alcohol companies really do use that subliminal stuff. You can see it in the ads if you look close enough. Like in this one old issue of McCalls' my mother had. There was a cigarette ad, with this guy in a wheelbarrow being pushed by two chicks. He had his legs spread open with a beer bottle at his crotch. Yeah. It's supposedly the stuff that your conscious mind doesn't notice, but your subconscious does. So then whenever one sees that particular brand of whatever, you think of sex, ecstasy, etc. It's pretty disturbing, actually. And funny, too. Well, Sidney likes The Ataris even though she's never actually heard them, so before she buys the t-shirt, I'll have to lend her a cd. So she doesn't have a repeat of the Ramones and Clash fiasco with her little (ok, gargantuan) wannabe loverboy Tyler. :) She told me today that the show is 18-and-up, but the band's trying to change it. I hope they do. I'm up for a little nighttime adventuring in Ft. Lauderdale. |
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| Dec. 7th, 2001 @ 5:06 pm "Lemon creme cake...yummy yum yum..." | |||
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A frequent visitor would notice that, when eating food, I like to sing songs to and about it. What can account for this peculiarity of mine? I don't know.
I found where Felix signed a guestbook and have been...well, not exactly shitting-my-pants laughing but somewhere near to it. Screw it. My link does not work. Web design has taught me nothing. There's not been much going on today, so I'll just go off now and let my day become gradually more boring. Miranda and I have confirmed plans to shop the weekend after next. |
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| Dec. 9th, 2001 @ 2:21 pm ..... | |||
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The Offspring, "So Alone"
This is just one of those days when I feel like I should attempt to accomplish something. Christmas shopping, for example. But I'm going to let my funds fatten up a bit more before I go to it.
Sidney and Brittany went to see some Brad Pitt movie last night. They invited me, but I didn't really feel like it. Brittany yelled at me because I wouldn't tell her what Sidney's getting her for Christmas, I don't think Brad Pitt is gorgeous beyond belief, and some other things that have been forgotten. I'd make some abstract gingerbread for people, but it's really too early. And by the time to bring gifts in they'd be stale. So there's absolutely nothing to do. Except laze about and be grateful I don't have to work on this glorious December afternoon. |
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| Dec. 10th, 2001 @ 1:54 pm (no subject) | |||
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football game noise from the tv
The moment I walked into Goodwill I spotted a giant pink bunny! It even has a small lackey dangling from a forepaw. I bought this weird black Eastern-European-looking hat with multicolored tassels and embroidery to accompany him. (them?) He's been dubbed "Dr. Eustace Q. Bunny." For John, of course. Of course again it will really suck if John still reads my journal. John, if you're reading this right now, I suggest you leave immediately and forget all about this. Yes. Now!
Brittany's relating to me her horrifying tale of being left alone in a mall parking lot with Tyler. Blindfolded. In Sidney's car. I guess so she somehow couldn't figure out that Sidney and Kiara were inside the pet shop buying her turtles. She was also a little smug telling me that Sidney has James' phone number. Both of them (three, counting Tyler) seem to think I want it. But no! I don't want his friggin' number! I'll never have occasion to use it anyway! GRR! Also, I'm thinking of purchasing about 4 of those Pilsbury insta-gingerbread...things. The ones that come in cardboard rolls. I'm going to be baking up a cookie storm of epic proportions, intended for all my pals for whom I just don't have the money to get nice individual presents. It's too bad, this relative Yuletide poverty, but Mike seems really happy with the prospect of artsy cookies. I'll make him a special brontosaurus-shaped one because he's cool. Sometimes. Well, that's all that's happened today. I have the cultural experience at Frau's house tomorrow. Still don't know exactly when Sidney's going to pop up...oh well. She'll have to arrive sometime. |
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| Dec. 12th, 2001 @ 6:06 pm (no subject) | |||
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The Genitorturers, ""Stitch in Time""
Phew. It's nearly mid-December and I'm sweating in a tank top. Dammit, get chilly already!
I feel that, no matter what my opinion towards GWAR, it is my duty to pretend that I despise them. Not sure why. Maybe because it's morally wrong for conscienscious (sp?) American teenage females to like them. Maybe it was the giant foam-rubber Penis of Doom. Hmm. The Genitorturers are better anyway. Would I could see a show of theirs, I'm sure the whip thwacks would be real and not recorded. Of course it's also morally wrong for ordinary suburban girls to like them too. But I don't care. Anyway. |
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| Dec. 14th, 2001 @ 4:25 pm To switch an ISP? | |||
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We got this cd in the mail, along with a message to switch to ATT....internet service...something or other. $16.95 a month, and video email that probably is impossible for most people to send. But it could be better than AOL. Because AOL blows my little skinny ass. I would be happy to do away with AOL. Plus I think they just jacked up their price, so my parents may be a bit more pliable.
I finally made it into Stenger's office and AP English. (without even having to employ my Inflato-Boobs!) Mrs. Proper says I'll have to do the holiday vacation assignment. Reading "Ethan Frome" and writing some sort of essay for a contest. Thinking seriously, I can't figure out why AP was so important to me. I'd probably even stay in 3rd period with Sidney and Noelle if done over again. But oh well. Today at lunch Miranda was catching depression from Dav, who appears to be failing his BST class. Poor Dav. He's never failed anything before. So Miranda was sitting there all deflated, while I tried to cheer her up with the "Shaft" theme song. We then got into a perilously deep conversation about smiles and...smiling. "What if all smiles are just facades? What if it's all just a cover?" "Of course not! Smiles just kind of pop up when something humorous occurs, like facial erections!" A conversation to remember, surely. I got another book from English, called "The Color of Water: A Black Man's Tribute to His White Mother." Sidney was astounded by it because the narrator is a guy named James, and two chapters were entitled "Kosher" and "Dennis." Tyler is the strangest thing I have ever encountered. He just called me a silly goose. Jesus. |
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| Dec. 15th, 2001 @ 5:57 pm Doop dee doo, I'm bored. | |||
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rejuvenatedCurrent Music:
Soulcracker, "Waiting"
Maybe I should call Sophie and see if she got her car back as planned. Tonight is not feeling like a good night to be alone. I had some more misgivings about my English-class-switching today. I was actually having fun in there! In German, we'd transformed Jon's "Snowman Tommy" doll into a gay bondage stripper, replete with thick black eyeliner, blue red and black-streaked hair, toga, whip, and dollar bill stuffed into said toga. Then in English I got to snatch Tyler's Chelsie doll, strip her, and put her in a compromising position with Bondage Tommy astride, threatening to "stuff her stocking." Sick, I am. But isn't that somehow better than being normal, and "ew"ing at everything out of the ordinary, like most chicks? Later on, Noelle gave Tommy two facial piercings and a Prince Albert, if you can imagine. I think Tyler got mad, in his weird little Tyler way, at the way I was "molesting" his doll. He's threatening to come to my house and kill my bird. But I know Godfrey could kick his ass! We would've been going to that Soulcracker show tomorrow. Dammit! That coulda been fun. Regardless of the fact that I don't even like Soulcracker that much. It's just been a while since I've been beyond the bounds of our little town. But I've got to get out this weekend. Shopping, most certainly. Me, Miranda, and Dav were sort of halfway-planning to go tomorrow after work. Which would be after the fleamarket has closed. I adore the fleamarket! Such cheap goods, such frightening people. My favorite booth (or whatever you call those things) is the one that sells all the weird CD's. Like Lithuanian folk music and belly-dancing stuff. |
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| Dec. 16th, 2001 @ 2:11 pm Yes! Yes! Yes! | |||
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Yes. Of course I'm going to keep on being a pansy. And Tyler thinks I'm obsessed with him. "Sidney, what have you been telling him?" "Nothing..." Hmmph! Well, John'll be here soon so we can go Christmas shopping. |
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| Dec. 17th, 2001 @ 12:12 pm My birthday is tomorrow...yes it is... | |||
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I got most of my shopping done. Noelle is supposed to call me so we can go out today. I've got to get fishing paraphernalia for my dad and something for Brittany. Forgot all about her yesterday. Plus some hair dye for me. I wonder if Walgreen's is still having that sale on dye???
Yep, Noelle will be here soon. Hopefully she can help with my hair. Tomorrow is my birthday...tomorrow is my birthday...I've seen my gifts and none of them is even vaguely guitar-shaped or big enough to contain one. Drat! We are having meatloaf and garlic mashed potatoes for my birthday dinner tonight. So thoroughly American, it's nearly nauseating. :) |
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| Dec. 18th, 2001 @ 4:18 pm MAOWWWWWW | |||
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happyCurrent Music:
Alice in Chains
John's just itching to see my shirt! I know it!
Today was (and still is) my birthday. On this glorious day 17 years ago, my mother was not yet in labor. But still. The newfound gifts in my room are of an extraordinary goodness. Rhinos abound, and Flickerstick was in my CD player as of a few minutes ago. Noelle was being snobby about Brittany's present, saying it was just cheap Wal-Mart stuff, but hey, it doesn't matter. It's nice to know that your friends remember you at all. Nothing wrong with Wal-Mart, either. Noelle and I have often gone on expeditions there, and it's pretty much the only place my dad will shop. On Christmas Eve every year, no less. Mrs. Proper finally gave out copies of Ethan Frome today. All we do is read them over the vacation. Come to think of it, despite leaving Sidney in English (in the ?capable? hands of Tyler) I'm looking forward to it now. MAOW! My day hasn't been as uneventful as it may seem, but I'm rather too lazy to elaborate and will end here. |
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| Dec. 19th, 2001 @ 5:16 pm I've created a beast and now it's after me... | |||
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Aquabats!, ""The Cat With 2 Heads!""
When Miranda and I were talking on the phone a while ago, it struck us both how shitty life is. For teenagers too! Think about it. We go to school for a good part of the day. We get out and spend most of the rest at some menial, low-paying job. We go home to our parents to be bitched at and clean things, more often than not. Our weekends are frittered away at those same shitty jobs. And adults tell us these are the best years of our lives???? I don't know if even the Aquabats can rescue me from this quagmire....it seems that teenagers get the bad deal. At least most adults get their weekend and aren't beleaguered by algebra. (forcibly, may I add) But adults want to be us. We want to be adults. Preteens have their pick of the two above desires. So in the end we're never satisfied with what we are!!!!!
Ah, the human muddle. It would be sickening. Is this problem only manifest in America? Perhaps in places like Borneo people are too busy starving and being consumed by ravening orangutans to consider this sort of thing. I want to join the Peace Corps. Seriously. My mother says most of them are Christian. Oh well. Just as long as none of my colleagues turn missionary on me. Speaking of Christians...today on the bus ride home (yes, I couldn't escape it) this self-professed Christian was asked by the driver about the circumstances of Christ's birth. It went as follows... Driver: Can you tell me where Jesus was born? Josh: ...What? D: Well, was it a hotel? A hospital? What? J: He was...born from Mary. D: OK. But where? J: ..... Then some kid spoke up and said a barn. Close enough. Josh is so incredibly stupid. I think he must be the stupidest person I have ever met. I am not kidding. Trying not to laugh is virtuous and verrry difficult. We all (famed Lunch Table Clique) have plans to go somewhere after second period exams tomorrow, but don't know where. That's perfectly allright with me. Aimless driving is more fun, really. Actually looking forward to life tomorrow...it may even be possible to be satisfied with what I got. :) |
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| Dec. 27th, 2001 @ 5:05 pm Something funny on a Glade can: | |||
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TO AVOID PRODUCT ABUSE, KEEP OUT OF REACH OF CHILDREN AND TEENS. That just struck me as being humorous. Imagine some overweight middle-aged hen trying to prevent her younguns from spraying Glade.
"No, honey! Don't spray that shit! You might inhale it and DIE! NOOOOO!" Sophie got her car fixed! Finally. She told me that she even got it up to 65 on Del Prado. Yippee! My Aquabats CD will probably end up in Harrison. One of the things that I hate most about AOL is the habit it has of downloading "New Features!" without asking or bothering to tell you what they are. Also it's been freezing up a lot lately. It must somehow be part of AOL's plot to take over the world. Seriously. They have a sinister plan, man! First time I hear of AOL New Guinea, I am moving....to New Guinea? I don't know. Feeling somewhat incoherent...hoping the leftover Christmas ham wasn't infected with some poisonous mold-hallucinogen. |
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| Dec. 29th, 2001 @ 6:46 pm Eh? | |||
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TV is too friggen loud, Marge.
Everyone feels despondent at times ... and you are no exception. You are feeling so depressed because it seems that everything that could go wrong has gone wrong and you don't quite know which way to turn. So like the proverbial ostrich - you are trying to bury your head in the sand ... But that won't work. You have to face reality .....
You are a true extrovert, frivolous and outgoing. You need to feel in control of any situation. If matters are not proceeding according to plan you tend to get extremely irritable and perhaps become difficult to live with. You feel that you should be appreciated far more than you are.. but no-one seems to care! You feel that you are receiving less than your share... and the main problem is that there is no-one to whom you can turn to for sympathy and understanding. The Inner stress that you are experiencing makes you quick to take offence .... but you realise that at this particular moment in time there is little that you can do to relieve the situation. You feel that nobody really appreciates you and this is causing you considerable stress. You feel that you have to sublimate your emotions and this is depressing you no end. You feel that the only way you can resolve this untenable situation is to get away from it all and re-establish your own individuality.Co-operation is very important in your life, but this has not been forthcoming from anyone ... No-one seems to care and it is because of this situation that you are finding it increasingly more difficult to let - yourself- go... and as a result, you are becoming more and more isolated and even, to some extent, introverted. You are displaying a touchy and an over sensitive personality ..Trying to take on the whole world doesn't help... You need to relax. Anxiety and a restless dissatisfaction, either with circumstances or with unfulfilled physical or emotional needs are producing considerable stress. You react to this by blaming everyone but yourself.... You are aggressive, sarcastic and embittered. Try to be understanding and a little flexible - It will pay dividends in the long run .. and it could well be that accordingly all of your dreams could soon be realised. Probably just because I picked black first. Also the first time I have ever been called an extrovert...hrm. |
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4. What's worse, seeing a homeless person, or seeing a homeless person getting beaten with a dead sloth?
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| Jan. 10th, 2002 @ 7:47 pm "in case you really care, I'm James." | |||
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Aquabats, "Radiation Song"
 you are the most likely of the smashing pumpkins to lead a happy, normal life. your innate shyness conceals a wicked sense of humour and a fondness for sweet love songs. which pumpkin are you? Ha! I am James! How strange. |
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| Jan. 15th, 2002 @ 5:45 pm Ha! | |||
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You will marry LEGOLAS from Lord of the Rings, live in an ancient elven palace in the middle of the forest, and spend your days walking on top of snow and rowing ivory boats and just being beautiful.
What's YOUR M * A * S * H future? Boring day...hey...boring day... |
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Current Mood dazed
Current Music:
"Trans"
I am feeling so out of it. And tomorrow is Wednesday. Sidney had better help me out Friday. 5 days per week is entirely too long.
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| Jan. 19th, 2002 @ 4:59 pm (no subject) | |||
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| Jan. 21st, 2002 @ 6:58 pm Hmm hmm hmm... | |||
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We went to the Yacht Club, Miranda and I...Allyson the Stoic Viking was forbidden to actually speak to us from her exalted life-saving Chair, so we kept whispering her name into the wind, and commenting on how sorry we felt for those poor pitiful lifeguards, foodless creatures. There was this guy there, lounging in his furry cheetah swimsuit (man, he's brave) with his legs spread, staring approvingly at the rather large lump at his crotch. Seriously. He didn't spare a glance to the two girls with him, saving his most ardent stares for his own groin. Pathetic. Every time we passed him, I muttered, "Spread 'em! Spread 'em!" Miranda never caught on. Ha ha!
Umm...also...yestereve we left for Bell Tower...big mistake. We were 20 minutes late for the film to begin with, then we had to drive around for about 10 minutes to find a parking spot. We should have parked on the grass like those model cars, or whatever they were. Scorps6u [7:11 PM]: beef stew.....("My meat is burning!") So we forfeited the Royal Tenenbaums, and ate ice cream at Big Olaf's, where I talked to Serena, a girl from my long-lost childhood...(okay, sixth grade) Then we came back here and watched a heart-stopping epic of teens-and their acne. It was terrif. Yep. Terrif. So we didn't even see the movie. |
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| Jan. 24th, 2002 @ 6:36 pm If I could take a picture of the back of my head... | |||
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I would do it. And post it right in here. Because the back of my head looks so very kosher at the moment. All twisty and multicolored and stuff like that.
"Yonder King Maow Is a sad old sight..." No, this is not my stalker journal. Yesterday: (first period, walking out to cars) Sidney: Wouldn't it be nice to see Jon in the parking lot? Jessica: In terms of attractiveness, I'd rather see James. Sidney: What would be even better is finding both Jon AND James out here, kissing between two cars! Jessica: DUDE!!!!! *paraphrased entirely* English could have been very bad today, if not for my outstanding mental facilities. We got this article to read, and instructions to write an essay, "analyzing the author's rhetorical techniques." "Fuck! Fuck! What the fuck is a fucking rhetorical technique! Fuck!" It took me 10 minutes, but I finally scribbled something nonsensical. Looking at the posters in the corner, the ones Sidney and Noelle's class is making, I almost felt homesick. But then again. Except for Sidney and Noelle, the class was full of brainless fucks with no clearly defined thoughts or opinions. Pure grade-three thinkers. I need a car. |
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| Feb. 8th, 2002 @ 4:30 pm Jeezus! | |||
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Do I actually have a date tomorrow night? It's friggen amazing, man! But for some reason it doesn't really feel like a date. I don't know why exactly. I asked James out in a very roundabout way. James told me about the show and said he'd meet me there. That's a date, isn't it? I suppose...even in the event of not meeting him there (which is not really that impossible to imagine) I'd still get to see a4. MAOW!!!! And stuff like that! My bobbie sox are now properly rocked.
Speaking of Maow, Jon hasn't been to school for 3 days. Mark said he's dead, not merely sick, and his father will soon reapply the scorned "Ain't Skeered" sticker to the truck's windshield, the one that Jon himself tore off in a fit of shame and rage. Sidney has said more than once now that if I ever did go out with James I'd just stop liking him. Perhaps it wouldn't even need to go that far.So far, I have discerned all these things that James does NOT appear to be: 1.) The brightest crayon in the box (but still not exactly an idiot) 2.) Sensitive 3.) Caring 4.) Willing to try on my dresses 5.) Impervious to jokes and scenarios involving him and another guy kissing But he is quite the hot, sexy bitch. Maybe if we're mired in a big crowd Friday night, he won't notice me groping his ass. Hmm. |
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| Feb. 25th, 2002 @ 2:16 pm Ssssssausage...... | |||
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Current Mood concupiscent
Current Music:
No music...just the smell of....roasting meat!!!!!
Sidney:
I registered again with gothic auctions. My username is Maowe. In case you're too lazy to register yourself, inform me if you are infected with an incorrigible hunger to purchase and need to use my name. Also...I need a job myself also. Winn-Dixie has reentered my mind. Might you be hiring? |
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| Mar. 5th, 2002 @ 4:53 pm (no subject) | |||
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Why can't I win computer solitaire? WHY???
Also: there is a little tin of pineapples in the fridge. Wonderful things, the brand name of which being, "Country Fresh Kuts." Very down-home and all. But the "o" in "Country" isn't exactly there. It's just a transparent pineapple shape smushed into the "C". So what results is something rather amusing. I wonder if anyone else noticed. |
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| Mar. 16th, 2002 @ 11:23 am I am now experiencing a monetary dilemma... | |||
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Current Music:
Footloose....music....get out of my head, dammit!
Which should I spend it on? Books...or hair dye?
Books are kosher. I have mucho grande roots. Books.... ...Or hair dye? Hmmmmmmm........ |
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| Mar. 16th, 2002 @ 11:39 am (no subject) | |||
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John has Hepatitis Yellow B Fever. Go Maow!
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| Mar. 24th, 2002 @ 6:47 pm GONADS AND STRIFE!!!!!! | |||
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Current Music:
"Seek and Destroy"
My experiences yesterday evening now have me fully convinced that the world is truly...
GONADS IN THE LIGHTNING! IN THE LIGHTNING! IN THE RAIN! Everyone is henceforth required to visit this site that I do not possess HTML knowledge enough to link to directly. (pathetic, yes. I signed up for Web Design 2, by the way) http://www.threebrain.com/weeeeee.html My dad got his new truck today. I drove it. Yes indeedy, this whole "learning to drive" thing may be useful, seeing as how I'm finally getting my license this coming week. WEEEEEE! |
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| Apr. 2nd, 2002 @ 7:59 pm (no subject) | |||
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happy little kitty purring by my foot
The Adventures of Pete and Pete was on tv! I hadn't seen that show in years. Tonight was the April Fools episode (of course) with the prank on Schwinger and Johnny Earwax. Kosher.
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| Apr. 23rd, 2002 @ 7:46 pm (no subject) | |||
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I am the sixth girl to ask John to prom today.
:) Go Maow. |
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| May. 4th, 2002 @ 1:08 pm (no subject) | |||
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Ice Ice Timmy
Which My So-Called Life Character Are You? Find out @ She's Crafty
I like those results. Claire Danes looked so pretty then. Last night was actually sort of fun despite a boring talent show and lame Walmart expedition. I went to the talent show with Tyler and we sat in the back, where I had a good view of James' new, bad buzzcut. Eck. Rob was as good as anyone had supposed, and I was REALLY impressed. Don't know if he won, though, we left right before it ended. The worst part of that was one of the bootydancers, who could hardly dance for her pants slithering off her enormous, hairy gut. Tyler and I were immensely disgusted. After that, we went to fetch Noelle, and off to Walmart, where we eventually found John (in a pissy mood) Sophie, and Jaylen. Then Corey and Kelly. And a shitload of other Cape kids too stupid to remain low-key for the streakshow. Which was a great disappointment. This guy Dan was in the front, attired in a blue bikini bottom and a mask. The two who followed him wore stockings on their heads and...shorts. Jesus. How lame. And that was about it. Apparently Tyler's mother has bladder problems. Hrm. |
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| May. 6th, 2002 @ 7:21 pm (no subject) | |||
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I just got back from Spiderman...where we laughed uproariously at all the sappy, prefab love scenes. And the battle scenes, too. Gobbie was such a smiling, happy sort of villain.
Tyler says that James Taylor is most likely a lost cause, and I believe him. There is something wrong here. Aag. |
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| May. 8th, 2002 @ 5:29 pm (no subject) | |||
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find your element at mutedfaith.com. <Ρ>
A funny thing Noelle told me of a bit ago... Guess who got the highest score on the AP test? me. With Sophie coming in second. As we all predicted. And Mrs. Proper wasn't too happy about it. As predicted. Ha. A jolly cupful of piss for her, then. Anyway. It's Tuesday already...must begin formulating plans for the weekend...what can be done? All suggestions welcome. Except bowling. An expensive habit, that. |
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| May. 20th, 2002 @ 1:40 pm (no subject) | |||
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We're still havin fun...and you're still the one!!!!
It would be nice if Miranda would take it upon herself to return my glasses sometime soon. Sigh.
In the newspaper today there was an article about East Timor getting independence from Indonesia, and a picture of this...East Timorian...wearing a John Lennon Imagine shirt. Jackie needs to go steal the shirt of that poor East Timorian. It may well be the only one he has. My horoscope said that today "love will take you somewhere special." Maybe I should take out the metal detectors. My dad found a pile of change and a silver ring last night with it... |
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| May. 20th, 2002 @ 7:52 pm hahahaha | |||
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Auto response from Gray_wug [7:45 PM]: please dont go untill you say goodbye to me MetalliCandy [7:45 PM]: That sounds kinda emo, actually. Gray_wug [7:46 PM]: what is happening to me MetalliCandy [7:46 PM]: You're becoming emo? Gray_wug [7:46 PM]: this whole thing is casuign em to go emo Gray_wug [7:47 PM]: no Gray_wug [7:47 PM]: i would rather die MetalliCandy [7:47 PM]: Have you any sweaters and horn rims? Gray_wug [7:47 PM]: no MetalliCandy [7:47 PM]: GIVE IN TO THE EMO, Tyler!!!! Auto response from Gray_wug [7:47 PM]: please dont go untill you say goodbye to me Gray_wug [7:47 PM]: NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!! MetalliCandy [7:48 PM]: Maybe, to make it seem less emo, you should make it say, "don't dare to go until you say goodbye to me, bitch!" Gray_wug [7:48 PM]: HOW ABOU THIS MetalliCandy [7:48 PM]: Was? Auto response from Gray_wug [7:48 PM]: please dont go untill you say goodbye to me, I WILL NEVER GO EMO MetalliCandy [7:49 PM]: *as a tear slips down his face* Gray_wug [7:50 PM]: YEAH, FUCK THAT MetalliCandy [7:50 PM]: *weeping bloody tears onto his cable-knit sweater* Gray_wug [7:51 PM]: *hangs himself for being a fag* MetalliCandy [7:51 PM]: *using the arm of a sweater* MetalliCandy [7:51 PM]: *strangled body molested by emo mortician*
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| May. 21st, 2002 @ 5:56 pm (no subject) | |||
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Our website is up...
http://www.freewebz.com/maow/index.htm |
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| May. 31st, 2002 @ 1:18 pm (no subject) | |||
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAS MAOW!!!!!!!!
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| Jun. 21st, 2002 @ 5:29 pm (no subject) | |||
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The Aquabats, goddamn it!!!!!!!!
So I've bought the shirt that I want a couple days ago online. Today I use the handy-dandy "check up on my order" mechanism (or whatever might be a better word for it) only to discover that my Aquabats shirt, my one and only love, is "backordered with no shipment date set."
Those fuckers. |
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| Jun. 28th, 2002 @ 4:38 pm Peanut butter is really good. | |||
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Current Music:
my own joyous peanut litany
Really. I do tend to sing to my peanut butter. Is this crazy? Perhaps.
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| Jun. 29th, 2002 @ 4:01 pm The bugs are out to get me, man. | |||
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Current Mood chizillin, yo
Current Music:
laundry a'washin
This morn, I awoke from a rather pleasant dream to discover a little hairy spider crawling on my thigh. How nice is that? I then proceeded to spray it with some perfume from a set Britt gave me last Christmas. That thing was suffering, let me tell you. So am I, to tell the truth. Still exercising caution against wandering near that part of my room too often... but let it be a lesson to all spiders that would enter my home.
Not much else to say, except there shall be no shopping today (alas!) though the lawn is cleanly shaven. It appears that tonight only heralds further pool playing at Tyler's house. My friends are somewhat odd in that they can content themselves with doing the exact same thing day after day, weekend after weekend. Oh well. I admit, it's much more fun than X-Box, and cheap, too. Sigh. |
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| Jul. 4th, 2002 @ 9:25 pm hahaha | |||
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We went to Rib City for dinner tonight, and when my little cousin Savanna scorned her coloring sheet with the pig rockin out on it, I took hold of it and transformed it to...
Pigvile, the horned and fanged one, with the caption: "The time has come for I, Pigvile, to take over the world by power of WAR and HELLACIOUS BLOODSHED!!!!!! Fall down and worship me, Pigvile, KING OF EEEEEVIL!!!!!!!" The waitress thought it was funny. |
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| Jul. 7th, 2002 @ 1:16 pm (no subject) | |||
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 I'm exceptionally artistic! Find your soul type at enterthejesslair.com. |
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| Jul. 7th, 2002 @ 1:18 pm Last night was fun. | |||
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Yes.
We begin at 11 in the morning, when our heroine rolls out of bed grumbling at the phone's ringing. It is Sophie. She requests that I join her on a stalking mission, Tyler at the Children's Science Center. We departed soon after and stalked him around the place until he left. I got a superultracool plastic magnifying glass out of it. Then we went back to my house and sat doing laundry until 3:30. Then to Noelle's, where we acquired her and John and immense suffering for me, on account of her cats+my allergies. Aggg. Then to Jaylen's to watch a whale explode and wonder if Tyler's parents killed him and hid the body. Then to the new icecream place to see our little pals Bryan and Kimmy-Kimmy. After that we separated for a time, Soph and Noelle riding around the neighborhood with me perched on the hood of the car. That was fun. But it stopped when some strange guy pulled around to the side of us and asked if we were interested in piercings and tattoos for cheap. Utter confusion ensued. At last we got back to Jaylen's house again and watched part of the South Park movie, which was interrupted by Noelle and I's encroaching curfews. That sucked. I want to see the rest of it. And where are all my buddies today? Even le Tennis has abandoned me now... MetalliCandy [1:24 PM]: I can imagine it though... MetalliCandy [1:25 PM]: "Dear, I really think we could cut down on expenses if we just got rid of Tyler...it shouldn't be too hard to dupe the cops if they come sniffing around..." gray_wug322 [1:25 PM]: haha MetalliCandy [1:26 PM]: Indeed. gray_wug322 [1:26 PM]: because i take up oh so much money Yes, Tyler. Yes you do. |
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| Jul. 11th, 2002 @ 4:10 pm (no subject) | |||
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What He-Man Supporting Character Are You?
Created by He-Man and the sexy people at starfiction.com. Welp. We got back from our trip a few hours ago. (*Me + Noelle= 3 day Key Largo trip* for those of you who were unaware) I am now tired. And may write about it in detail later. But for now, the pain caused by a bra hook striking my cornea has rendered me...well, not quite mute, but anyway. Read Noelle's journal. She should write about it. I'm surprised she hasn't already. |
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| Jul. 13th, 2002 @ 7:30 pm Toenails are funny things, ya know? They're just...funny. | |||
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Kiara's birthday is coming up soon. I know not what to get her.
Maybe some Kenny Rogers. Woot. (thank you, Sophie) |
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| Jul. 29th, 2002 @ 5:17 pm Sidney's and Britt's quiz results...good job, my friends. | |||
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Which "Faculty"character are you?
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| Aug. 2nd, 2002 @ 9:47 pm (no subject) | |||
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In just four days (or three, according to the fucked up time mechanism going on here) I will have had my livejournal for an entire year. Woot.
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| Aug. 4th, 2002 @ 1:23 pm Funny little anecdote. | |||
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After two years as the leader of the Catholic faith, Pope John VIII is discovered to be a woman, having died while in labor. Pope Joan (as she was later known) was succeeded by another Pope John VIII. It's widely believed that the Cardinals' traditional feeling (and confirming the presence of) all papal nominees' testicles was inspired by this gender-bending incident. |
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| Aug. 5th, 2002 @ 8:19 pm (no subject) | |||
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Tom Petty, yo. In my head, anyway.
MetalliCandy [8:13 PM]: We should both take this opportunity to write in our livejournals our respective pictures of the perfect man. Hell is Pretty [8:13 PM]: We should.
So I am now! My perfect man is a fiery, scrawny intellectual with soulful chinchilla eyes. As yet he is undiscovered. And that is all. Maybe...
From: (Anonymous)
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No, no, it's generally the scrawny, fleshless ones that turn me on, yo. Bony=good. Glasses are good, too.
I think I was actually just describing myself here.
Let's answer this question from 2026: My perfect man is ready to partner with me to quickly escape a crowded building that's on fire, or fight our way out of the center of a brawl. He is ready for action - and nights in watching Grandma's Boy on a gummy also counts as action. He might also not be a man. And as for Sophie? Her perfect man, after all these years, is still...Tyler. // Say something, anything
β¦ comment received. it shall appear at milady's approving pleasure. 'tenderwits' gets you to 2002. β¦
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| Aug. 6th, 2002 @ 11:23 am (no subject) | |||
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There is a 79% probability that prayforfeeling has masturbated today!
Brave the Jesslair to get your probability! Jessica: Awaken, Noelle! Today shall see the New Adventures of Satan, Jew, Sloth, and Canuck!!!! Carpe diem! Sieze the lay!!!! Noelle: Mew. |
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| Aug. 10th, 2002 @ 10:29 am Yay! | |||
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I got an email that said my Aquabats shirt will be shipping tomorrow...finally!
But anyway. Yesterday Allyson and I spent pretty much the whole day together, which consisted of...going to Tony Roma's for lunch, where Allyson ate raw bloody chicken and is probably even now languishing in bed with salmonella poisoning (or whatever eating bad chicken can give you) then went to ECC to stand in a loooong line so she could register for a history class. The wait was somewhat abated by the scrawny Asian intellectual that was in line ahead of us. Scrawny intellectual Asians are hott. Then we went to Kiwanis, where Allyson located a loveseat and proceeded to purchase it. Luckily, we convinced the reluctant John to come and help us, and also happened upon this guy Julian, who had his van and transported her lovely new...loveseat to her house. Then we...tried...to clean Kim's room up a bit, and went to the school orientation to help out at the swim team booth, which didn't really necessitate our help, and consequently we were both very, very bored. At last we returned to Kim's house, filled a hamper with dirty clothes and towels from her car, and a bag full o'miscellaneous trash, and afterwards retired to my house to fetch out the Dirt Devil. Kim's car is now immaculate. And that is all that occurred. |
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| Aug. 11th, 2002 @ 1:14 pm (no subject) | |||
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Current Mood hating country music
Current Music:
country music HATE HATE DIE COUNTRY MUSIC DIEEEEE
Last night was fun. Read about it in Noelle's journal. I mowed the lawn today. Yawn. Bye.
Oh yeah- Kimmy-Kimmy, you rock. I will pay you back on Monday. Are you still picking me up in the morning? If so, what time? Dammit, thought of something else: Jacke-Jacke, Brittnay-Brittnay: You guys rock too. Thanks for making me laugh when I was feeling kinda shitty. The Baha Men rule. |
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| Aug. 11th, 2002 @ 3:31 pm (no subject) | |||
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It's fucking hilarious what happened when I tried to post a fast marquee comment in Soph's last entry...I encourage you all to go look at it. Try to reply...hahahahaha |
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| Aug. 11th, 2002 @ 3:56 pm No long-ass entry, just some lyrics you also won't read!!! Yippee!!!! | |||
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I close my eyes, Only for a moment and the moment's gone All my dreams, Pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind Same old song, Just a drop of water in an endless sea All we do, Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind Don't hang on, Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky It slips away, And all your money won't another minute buy dust in the wind; all we are is dust in the wind dust in the wind; all we are is dust in the wind You're all familiar with this one, right? Blah blah blah... |
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| Aug. 13th, 2002 @ 4:44 pm Hey! Where's my prize, dammit!! | |||
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Cacophonousloth: Pssst....guess what time it is, Tyler? Gray_wug: whaty time Cacophonousloth: PRIZE TIME
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| Aug. 13th, 2002 @ 5:53 pm My day was not so very bad. | |||
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Welp, we begin with this morning. A glorious awakening at...drumroll...7:30...Instant Breakfast (I adore those things)Allyson in my driveway. Uneventful drive, (schoolbus-riding scrubs eyeing us resentfully from their bus stops all the way)Tyler in the parking lot. Headed on in, found buddies, learned of Soph and Tova's arrest trauma. My god, that sucks. On to homeroom. No one I knew or cared to know. Schedule is as follows!
1st: Anatomy. No one of interest. 2nd: Ceramics. The Nameless Hottie. (who now has a name) Also this cool kid named John Hall. 3rd: Web Design 2. Jackass! And Myke. 4th: Home Tech Sys. Tova's supposed to be in it, but won't be for a while, apparently. Met cool kid with spiky tricolored hair named Garrett. 5th: Lunch. Most everybody, I think. Well, no, not really everybody, but we took up a good number of booths in the SENIOR SECTION. YESSSSS. !!! 6th: AP English that I am NOT supposed to be in, but anywho. That'll be resolved eventually. No, wait, I go to Cape, so maybe never. 7th: American Gov't Honors. A whole lot of my buddies. We took up an entire row with our coolness. Mr. Maxwell was amazed that I could speak. He'd never noticed during the past three years. 8th: Intermediate Math. Booooo-ring. Another math class that will go on forever and ever...and ever... Had to ride the bus home like a scrub, at least Nadine was on it too. Then halfway along on the terribly hot and miserable walk home her boyfriend Mike magically appeared in his car and saved us from the wrathful rays of the sun. Thank you Mike. Got home , discovered my AQUABATS SHIRT and my senior pictures. The pictures look like me. I wasn't expecting any better. Sigh. And now my evil creature of a mother is home and bitching already. Christ. The money I would pay to have her manually shut up. But I have no money, so that sucks. |
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| Aug. 15th, 2002 @ 4:14 pm Lookin for jobs, draggin my stump.... | |||
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Current Mood anticipatory
Current Music:
wind and thunder!!!
Yep. Just to bring all you noninterested people up to date on my life's events, yesterday I went to Nadine's. Of course about 5 minutes later my mother called and demanded I be home soon, but still. It was fun. I swear. Also Nadine told me that Kurt's friend said he would drive us home from school. Kurt's nameless friend has a very nice black car that more likely than not has a/c. YAY! (no offense, Kim, you still rock!)
Today was pretty dull. I don't like Mr. Maxwell. I get the feeling he tries to make people feel stupid. Oh well. I have to live with him for the next few months. In my shop class, which has been pretty small for the past couple days, about 7 more guys came in. No girls. Blah. They all kept looking at me. "Breasts? Skirt? Duhr?" Drat. I want schedule changes, and those right quickly!!!! But right now I gotta go change so me, Soph, and probably Tova can go look for jobs. |
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| Aug. 15th, 2002 @ 4:23 pm funny | |||
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| Aug. 16th, 2002 @ 5:06 pm funny | |||
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Gray_wug: work work work, thats all you ever do Maow Sama: Tyler, I have to tell you something. Maow Sama: Something really important, Maow Sama: I'm in love with you, Gray_wug: shoot? Gray_wug: dammit john Maow Sama: Please let me love you passionately!! Ple4as Gray_wug: what the hell is wrong w/ you Maow Sama: I adore the sweet curve of your face. Maow Sama: You're so much hotter than Tova. Gray_wug: stop right now Gray_wug: fucker Maow Sama: This isn't John. Maow Sama: We're just fuckin with ya. Gray_wug: who is it Maow Sama: YOU HAVE BEEN TRICKED BY THE SLOTH Gray_wug: i see how it is Maow Sama: WELL I CERTAINLY HOPE SO! Gray_wug signed off at 5:03:52 PM.
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| Aug. 19th, 2002 @ 5:11 pm Something I spent FOREVER on. Try and figure out who is who. | |||
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The guys shouldn't be hard at all. John, there were NO black shirts without playboy bunnies on them, so I gave you a topless man with a spatula and painted a hot pink shirt on. Enjoy.
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| Aug. 19th, 2002 @ 5:19 pm (no subject) | |||
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But of course. I spend forever on it and it doesn't even work. Sigh.
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| Aug. 20th, 2002 @ 5:22 pm Welp, folks, we may be in for a long one. Hang on to your seats. Try not to fall asleep. | |||
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Yep. Let's start up with last evening's events, as no one else appears to have covered them yet! Well, John did mention his gratitude at the get-well gifts we brought him (rock on, John, and be grateful Tova deterred me from opening up your muffin box and "rearranging" [i.e. consuming] one of your wondrous-smelling blueberry muffins that had gotten out of place.)so that was doubleplusgood. (readers of "1984", please raise your hands) We did not wish to tax the energies with our sick friend, nor he to tarry with us, so we just showed up at Tyler's house unannounced. Tova and I did, anyway, whilst Allyson and Soph skulked somewhere to the side, afeared of Tyler's "wrath." I put that in quotations because Tyler does not appear to have anything resembling this aforementioned "wrath." Even when we tried to break into his room and Tova gave into her desire to poke around in his parent's stuff (again), and also when we stole his lunch money, bullied him, and tried to drag him away on the floor away from the door, this great and terrible "wrath" failed to manifest itself. Alas. Mayhaps if he had simply gotten really mad we wouldn't have felt bad for showing up and tormenting him. Maybe I could've kept his lunch money and bought something cool with it. Drat. But he did get to keep Foopid, to whom he is very attached. Rock on Foopid. Foopid=cool.
And that's it for yestereve. School was boring, pretty much. We got our superlative packets, and I encourage all of you to get together and agree on a couple so we can perhaps get one or two of our own in there instead of seeing the same old faces repeated again and again. Yes. Absolutely. Bye now. |
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| Aug. 20th, 2002 @ 5:42 pm I was looking for a baby picture for the yearbook, and found this little tale from 4th grade. | |||
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*reproduced quite exactly! Errors and all!*
The Horse-Man In The Sky Once, long, long ago, there lived a great & powerful horse-man. He had a lovely wife. They lived pretty happily in a dry cave within a lovely forest. In those days horse-men conversed freely with men, and all was peaceful. Soon, the horse-man's (whose name happened to be Saggittarius) wife found more & more errands that took her farther away from thier home. Deep down in his heart, Sagittarius knew something was wrong, but did not inquire her. One day, she mentioned to him that the next day she must go to the lake. "Why?" he asked. "Our jugs are full." "But I must get some fresh water," she said. "Very well," consented Sagittarius, but he was suspicious. He decided to follow her when she left at dawn tomorrow. He thought & thought about, & finally fell asleep. When the rays of dawn touched the horizon, he felt his wife leave the bed. He cracked one eye open as he watched his wife prance over to the pretty pond in front of the cave. He saw her smiling & humming as she bathed & brushed her long black hair. Then he got up and followed her all the way to a little cave in the heart of the forest. A handsome man emerged, and they exchanged a lengthy kiss. Sagittarius was horrified. He screamed, then suddenly drew an arrow, put it to his bow, and shot himself clear into the sky, where he is today, pining for himself, shooting love arrows to make up for the love he has lost. The End. Man, that was pretty terrible. Love, lies, and mad interspecies sex. I was a...precocious...child. |
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| Aug. 21st, 2002 @ 7:03 pm Ok, ok, I was bored! | |||
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Sophum and Jessica Tyrannize the Cape Lunch Scene
Yo, Sophum! How's your first day at school been? Blehhhh. G-dawg! It looks like I really have to pee! Dude! Blehhhh. Hello. This is Sophum's hair speaking. It's really easy to leave the school, ass clown. Blehhhh. Sorry bout that. Let's walk around the school and: Pick up random stuff off the floor! Rockin! Blehhhh. Unscrupulous ass clown!!!! Dude! This is stupid and/or pointless!!!! My opinion exactly. Goodbye, Jessica and thing on floor! |
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| Aug. 22nd, 2002 @ 4:10 pm I'm re-examining my priorities. | |||
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| Aug. 25th, 2002 @ 3:38 pm Despite all the tiresome arguing... | |||
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last night was a big smelly pile o' fun. Well, the arguing had to do with how no one could just agree on what to do that evening...it turned out that we mostly stayed at Tyler's house, which fortunately is the awesome mecca of home entertainment. I'm not sure how, but after we got pizza, rented a movie (which didn't get watched till later, and not by me either, because of curfew, but thank you anyway, Miranda!)ransacked Tyler's room, (the door was open! and a certain disgusting tape in the vcr! yay!)and ruined some CCR songs on the karaoke machine, people started wandering around outside, namely Soph and Tova, so Jon and I decided to stalk them. Karen and Noelle followed shortly, and we thought Tyler and Jaylen too, but they scuttled away and weren't found until later. So we were just walking the dark streets in Tyler's neighborhood, terrified of cops, terrified of serial killers, blah blah...and happened upon a horror movie scenario in which: I am: smart girl w/glasses who thinks she knows everything, dies in the first movie. Noelle is: quiet new girl to the group who doesn't say much. Dies in the first movie. Jon is: slut/dumb jock guy who always makes bad jokes. Dies in the first movie. (somebody had to be the slut. So we chose Jon.) Karen: combination virgin innocent who doesn't die until the sequel, or virgin innocent who no one suspects could be the real psycho killer with eyes that bug out in a really freaky manner. Your choice. Tyler and Jaylen: two shadiest characters in the plot, drive around suburbia at night in a funky black van, no headlights, thought to be the psycho killers. Are they? Is Karen? You decide!!!! It was funny because Noelle, Jon, Karen, and I were still fumbling about, Tova and Soph as yet unfound, when the funky black van appears out of the night, flashing its headlights...funkily!!! Karen: *chases the van, has strangely scary psychotic expression* Noelle: ..... Jessica: Jon! It's the psycho killers with...um...epilepsy!!!! OH NO!!! Jon: Jessica! This is no time to be talking about their sexual lives! Yeah. It was funny. It was fun! We should do such things more often. In my opinion it's better than driving around the Bell Tower parking lot getting grouchy from a lack of parking spots, then sitting pretty quietly in a theater for a couple hours. Not to say that going to the movies isn't ever fun. I remember when we went to Spiderman and made stupid jokes, and laughed at every ridiculous love scene in it. That was supreme as well. But anywho. Back to the narrative. So then we discovered the errant Sophum and Tova were in the van with the killers. After some more small happenings that I'm somewhat confused about (including those two running around in the dark behind people's houses, risking the cop-calling wrath of Tyler's neighbors) we ended up driving to Brusters. Ahhh, I do love Brusters. I had a root beer float. I don't believe anyone actually had a real ice cream. Not counting the stuff in mine and Tyler's floats. *drifting into a root beer float fantasy* No, no, it's not dirty. But those things are so good! So then in the parking lot we had another funny episode involving dead fetuses in Jon's pocket. I know it doesn't sound funny at all, but you kinda had to be there. Then Noelle and I had to go home while the rest of them watched "Thirteen Ghosts." Woke up this morning, mowed the lawn, cleaned up after my superstinky gorgeous cat, did all the laundry. Sigh. Welp, time to look up apprenticeship programs on the internet! What fun! See you guys later. |
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| Aug. 26th, 2002 @ 11:47 am (no subject) | |||
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Dixie Chicks, "Long Time Gone"
First of all, I must extend my gratitude to Soph, John, and Noelle for stopping by and drinking my cokes last night. Cool, guys. Cool.
:) Also, there's a movie showing at Bell Tower today called "The Fast Runner." Times around 3:30 and 6:30. If anyone would like to see it with me (i.e. drive me there, ha ha) please ring me up. 945-5592 OR 945-5594 Of course, most all of you have already got those numbers down but I thought it would be really cool if the ultra-mysterious anonymous poster called me up and insulted me. Or something. Rockin! |
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| Aug. 27th, 2002 @ 4:04 pm Today is Women's Equality day! | |||
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Celebrate, my female friends!
Although, I must say, though it is a matter of pride to see things on tv like "Women in Politics," still I eagerly anticipate the day when such things will be accepted as commonplace, rather than anomalies. They say, "a record 13 women in the Senate," and "60 female representatives" like it is something fabulous. May it continue to improve! We are women, hear us prattle! |
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| Aug. 28th, 2002 @ 3:14 pm La di dye di dye... | |||
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I am currently at Kim's house. Because we first went to my house, where I very conveniently left my keys, got ice cream, went back to my locked house. Dammit!!!!
I like my house when my mother's not in it. Really. A lot. Too bad. |
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| Aug. 30th, 2002 @ 4:40 pm (no subject) | |||
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Well. Dammit. I had every intention of writing a witty entry about my day. Now my iron resolve has melted down into a flabby glutinous blob.
OK. Here are the Cliff's Notes of Jessica's Day: School. School boring. Went to senior meeting with Angel. Nice girl, that Angel. Sophum probably has strep throat. Poor girl, that Sophum. Talked to Tova about numerous plans for this upcoming, supposedly glorious senior year. Herded outside for fire drill. Roasted alive. Went to ride the hateful, hateful bus home. Shoes shredding feet mercilessly. Rescued by Nadine and Mike. Nice guy, that Mike. Talked to my dad about yearbook, cap n' gown, graduation announcements, marxism in Mundania. Ate Godiva ice cream. Good stuff, that Godiva ice cream. Lady Godiva was a real historical figure. Explain later. Bye. |
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| Aug. 30th, 2002 @ 4:47 pm Small continuation of "Jessica's Day" Cliff's Notes. | |||
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Oh yeah, forgot one minute morsel.
Geek on livejournal. Suggestion: give up lame anonymous comments. Henceforth they shall only be deleted anyway, and what's the point? Are you trying to make me cry? No, don't answer that. |
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| Aug. 30th, 2002 @ 7:16 pm Yo! | |||
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Check the spectacular new userpic. Courtesy of Jackass and Her Magnificent GIF Animation Powers. Thank you Jackie.
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| Sep. 3rd, 2002 @ 1:27 pm Randomosity. | |||
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It is now approximately 3 1/2 months until I turn 18.
I cannot wait to leave home. Countin down the days, yo. Living at home sucks. Having no car sucks. I trimmed my buddy list down to 13 people, just the basics. Yo. What am I going to do after high school? I'm gonna latch on to those who are probably still headed to Orlando. (I warned you! Your fault for being friends with Jessica the Big Friendly Leech!) I'm hungry. I prayed for sex this morning and nothing has happened yet. Bye. Yep. Maybe. Sometime soon. How bout now? OK. |
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| Sep. 18th, 2002 @ 6:20 pm I feel decidedly blah. | |||
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Lady Godiva said something once (actually I think it was more than that, but anyway) about the terrible prospect of being bored for the rest of your life.
Damn. But then again, I could have been Mr. Maxwell. |
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| Sep. 19th, 2002 @ 4:56 pm Small anecdote. | |||
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(Setting: American Gov't Hon. Class. Appx. 3 minutes till the bell. Four girls huddle in a tightyly-knit half-circle. Renelle, Jenny, Silent Bob, and Lady Godiva.)
Lady Godiva: *tosses enormous blonde mane* Renelle: Yo yo yo. Silent Bob: Hey Jenny. What's goin on? Jenny: Hey. I'm good. How about you? Silent Bob: *looks around* (a minute or so later) Yes. Jenny: Puzzled. Lady Godiva: Laugh. Bell: Rings. I thought it was a funny little tale. Welp, I must begone. Sophum shall arrive shortly in order to procure ice-cream and gods know what else. Just not herpes. |
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| Sep. 26th, 2002 @ 5:05 pm Livejournal doth give shiznit, and that generously. | |||
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Hell is Pretty: Southern Revivalist Preacher! Arch de Venus: Hallelujah, praise Jesus. Hell is Pretty: Praise Jesus, Batman. Arch de Venus: On yo' knees, humble sheep of the Lord. Hell is Pretty: Exactly.
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| Sep. 30th, 2002 @ 4:49 pm Concerning Friday's field day cancellation: | |||
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Been spendin most our lives Livin in a gangsta's paradise!
There. Those lyrics might be a bit mangled, but I haven't actually heard that song for years. |
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| Oct. 10th, 2002 @ 4:46 pm Harg. | |||
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Livejournal truly is a pain in the ass.
Someone, save me from the immortal beast that lurks in my house, a.k.a. my "mother". Sophums, Mr. Maxwell gave me a message for you today. It had something to do with the Magical Mystery Tour. That's about all I managed to register. |
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| Oct. 13th, 2002 @ 1:01 pm Boogie boogie nights. | |||
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Dammit. Somebody called me earlier and the damnable bitch didn't take a message. Nevermind that I was in the next room, perfectly able to take it myself. Damn bitch. Damn her!
Such a child. I would go on but it would be boring to read. All of you already know what ceaseless bitching she is, anyway. We need to go out and do something today! Also tomorrow, since we're off. |
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| Oct. 15th, 2002 @ 4:56 pm For the third try: | |||
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Me. Birthday party. Two month's time.
A.) Yes B.) No |
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| Oct. 18th, 2002 @ 5:13 pm I am Gwyn Draig. | |||
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Raised in Carolina I'm not like that.
See you all Monday! |
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| Oct. 19th, 2002 @ 3:08 pm The Deep Religious Musings of El Sophmino and Her Sidekick, The Jess-ter. | |||
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Hell is Pretty: Jesus! Arch de Venus: Christ! Arch de Venus: Superstar! Hell is Pretty: Superstar! Arch de Venus: Superstar? Arch de Venus: Superstar: one who sparkles like an Arctic sunrise. Hell is Pretty: That's Jesus for you. Hell is Pretty: Jesus is Spanish. Arch de Venus: One of the Dadaist painters did a work which involved Mary spanking the baby Jesus. Arch de Venus: Jesus led a submarine fleet in the Russo-Japanese conflict. Hell is Pretty: I'd do a painting of Jesus trying to play doctor with a six year old leper. Arch de Venus: hahahaha
OK, this is dumb, but it made me laugh. |
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| Oct. 20th, 2002 @ 1:25 pm You wanted to hear about my dream? That's what I thought. | |||
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Current Mood
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The Strokes!
OK, the only thing I really remember is being at some dressing rooms in a store, and some topless Barbie dolls were impaled on the doors. They had huge lopsided nipples. I kid you not.
What could this possibly mean? |
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| Oct. 27th, 2002 @ 2:07 pm (no subject) | |||
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Current Mood Here
Current Music:
Scandal
OK. There's this one Scandal song, and a line in it goes, "Your eyes touch me physically." Now I for one believe that being physically touched by someone's eyes would be rather disgusting. All slimy and springy and such. But it would be much more likely to happen if the eye was no longer in the socket, you know, just dangling bloodily on the cheek by the optic nerve.
The optic nerve is the largest nerve in the body, I think. Soph came by Friday and we went to Noelle's. 'Twas ok. Poor El Sophmino. Imagine living with that creature day in and day out(her stepmother, not Noelle). Horrific. We'll finish off the day's entry with my favorite part from Weetzie Bat: "Greetings," said the man in an odd voice, a rich, dark purr. "Oh, shit!" Weetzie said. "I beg your pardon? Is that your wish?" "No! Sorry, you just freaked me out." "I am the genie of the lamp, and I am here to grant you three wishes," the man said. Weetzie began to laugh, maybe a little hysterically. "Really, I don't see what is so amusing," the genie said with a sniff. "Never mind. Okay. I wish for world peace.," Weetzie said. "I'm sorry," the genie said. "I can't grant that wish. It's out of my league. Besides, one of your world leaders would screw it up immediately." |
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| Oct. 28th, 2002 @ 4:33 pm (no subject) | |||
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| Nov. 2nd, 2002 @ 1:31 pm Doop dee doo, time to post. | |||
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The day has been full of magic, I tell you. It began early this morning when I rose to forage for food. Upon reaching in the cabinet and grabbing up a box of raisin granola, I discovered that there was indeed no raisin granola in the raisin granola box. Oh no. It was Sugar Puffs. Rather stale ones. How they got in there, I have no idea. Magic.
I called Winn-Dixie today and got an interview on Tuesday at 4. It's all good. Wrapped up Jackie's present, and still don't know what to wear as an 80's costume. Hmmmmm. I'll come up with something. |
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| Nov. 9th, 2002 @ 3:37 pm My dad is hilarious. | |||
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I asked my dad what I could do to celebrate my birthday, and he suggested that we: "blast the hi-fi" and "boogie on down." In the living room.
Hmm. |
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| Nov. 18th, 2002 @ 4:27 pm "Whoa, Moaning Myrtle died on the shitter just like Elvis!" | |||
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OK. You all must believe me when I say that squeezable strawberry jelly and cheddar cheese popcorn make a good combination.
But on another subject, I got my ACT scores today. All together, they are: English=29 Math=20 Reading=36 Science Reasoning=23 {Composite=27} Harg. |
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| Nov. 24th, 2002 @ 4:27 pm I feel like the "ILL" in "CHIZILL." | |||
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Current Mood congested
Current Music:
football
What I thought was allergies gone wild has bloomed into a nice little cold.
You know, some people don't like having colds. But I console myself by thinking that whenever you get over a cold you have conquered another type of the rhinovirus (or whatever) and you can never catch the exact same one again. Of course, it's sort of pointless considering the gazillions of cold viruses afloat out there, but still. I am somewhat comforted. We went to Jaylen's house last night. I love Dogma and yes, Judd Nelson is one cool motherfucker. Or whatever Jay called him. But Silent Bob is the best of the two. Jay always calls him tubby and fat and what-have-you, but he's rather magniferous. Plus the people in my Am. Gov. class call me Silent Bob (started by the nefarious Maxwell)so Kevin Smith and I have a connection of sorts. After Dogma we watched Freddy Got Fingered. Most of it, anyway. My god, that was horrific. Also, I was starting to feel the effects of my illness and really wasn't up to watching Tom Green prance around in a dead deer's bloody hide. Shudder. So after a while, I finally managed to get John up and running, back to Noelle's house. Where we slept and Noelle was creeped out by the fact that she heard me talking and giggling in my sleep from the next room. It is pretty weird. But oh well. I don't know of anything to be done about it, besides not sleep. Like that one chick in the 19th century who said she didn't sleep for 22 years. That would be rather tiring. I should go back to sleep myself. |
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| Nov. 24th, 2002 @ 4:53 pm Some interesting quotes I found. | |||
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"School is like a lollipop. It sucks until it is gone." Ashley Salvati
"It is a miracle that curiosity survives formal education." Albert Einstein "When was the last time you saw a tombstone with SAT scores inscribed on it?" Edward B. Fiske "Adults are obsolete children." Dr. Seuss "What we learn to do, we learn by doing." Thomas Jefferson "The direction in which education starts a person determines his or her future life." Plato "The more I think about it the more I think high school is seriously warped." J.S. Feliciano, Pump up the Volume "How can we tell children how to live their lives when we so clearly do not know how to live our own?" John Holt "You can't blame the youth." Bob Marley "You cannot teach a person anything; you can only help him find it within himself." Galileo Gallilei "When I think back on all the crap I learned in high school, it's a wonder I can think at all." Paul Simon "A child, like all other human beings, has inalienable rights." Lucretia Mott "Self-education is, I firmly believe, the only kind of education there is." Isaac Asimov "My grandmother wanted me to have an education, so she kept me out of school." Margaret Mead "Some people talk in their sleep. Lecturers talk while other people sleep." Albert Camus "I have never let my schooling interfere with my education." Mark Twain "Definition of a lecture: a means of transferring information from the notes of the lecturer to the notes of the student without passing through the minds of either." Graffiti at Warwick University "I loathed every day and regret every day I spent in school." Woody Allen "Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire." William Butler Yeats "It is... nothing short of a miracle that the modern methods of instruction have not yet entirely strangled the holy curiosity of inquiry; for this delicate little plant, aside from stimulation, stands mainly in need of freedom; without this it goes to wreak and ruin. It is a very grave mistake to think that the enjoyment of seeing and searching can be promoted by means of coercion and a sense of duty." Albert Einstein "If you turn up forty, drunk, and maudlin at parties talking about how great everything was when you were in school, man, you are one sick puppy." Sophen King "Schools do not give a damn what students think." John Holt "Children need models rather than critics." Joseph Joubert "In the first place, God made idiots. That was for practice. Then he made school boards." Mark Twain "The truth is that schools don't really teach anything except how to obey orders." John Gatto "We are shut up in schools and college recitation rooms for ten or fifteen years, and come out at last with a bellyful of words and do not know a thing." Ralph Waldo Emerson "Let us think of education as the means of developing our greatest abilities, because in each of us there is a private hope and dream which, fulfilled, can be translated into benefit for everyone." John F. Kennedy "There is, on the whole, nothing on earth intended for innocent people so horrible as a school." George Bernard Shaw |
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| Nov. 26th, 2002 @ 4:55 pm YES! ROCK! | |||
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Which David Bowie are you?
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| Dec. 7th, 2002 @ 4:02 pm (no subject) | |||
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Hey! Hey guys! Let's do something tonight! Call me!
:) |
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| Dec. 15th, 2002 @ 1:49 pm (no subject) | |||
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The sink is full of fishes She's got dirty dishes on the brain.
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| Dec. 15th, 2002 @ 3:01 pm Here's something I thought everyone would appreciate, John especially. | |||
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http://www.livenudecats.com/
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| Dec. 29th, 2002 @ 10:11 am (no subject) | |||
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I'm back in black.
And got a new computer with a cd burner too. Yay! |
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| Dec. 29th, 2002 @ 3:24 pm (no subject) | |||
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Here's to an utterly wasted weekend.
Damn illness. Damn it to hell. |
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| Jan. 1st, 2003 @ 1:54 am I must have sneezed out too many brain cells. | |||
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Because I feel pretty strange lately. Strange meaning that I have intentions to do one thing, and a few minutes later can't remember what the hell that one thing was. It must be either too much sneezing or high fever killing off all my poor little braincells. Also I'm typing business-class style, first time in years, ha ha.
Told you I felt strange. That sneezing thing is from something Soph told me: that one loses appx. 5,000 brain cells with each sneeze. Is this true? I have no idea. Hm. I went to Miranda's New Year's party tonight. It was ok. And Bryan mananged to fool a few of us by claiming a couple bottles of sparkling grape juice was wine. It was dark out! I couldn't tell! Our New Year's picnic is tomorrow. I'll go to that too if my dad doesn't give me too much crap. Or maybe even if he does. But now I have to go search for a suitably odd picture or something to match...that...thing Britt sent to me in an email. |
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| Jan. 17th, 2003 @ 4:52 pm Part of the ongoing insult war betwixt Tyler and I. Soph requested that I post it. So here you go. | |||
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Guest [4:12 PM]: H to the E to the LLO. Gray_wug [4:12 PM]: what up dawg Guest [4:12 PM]: N to the Othing. Gray_wug [4:12 PM]: tite Gray_wug [4:13 PM]: wait a second, i meant to say fuck you mother fucker Guest [4:13 PM]: And I really meant to tell you that you are welcome to suck my large hairy penis anytime. Gray_wug [4:13 PM]: thank you Gray_wug [4:14 PM]: but no thanks Guest [4:14 PM]: You're fucking welcome. Guest [4:15 PM]: Message from Noelle: (fuck) What are our plans for this (fucking) evening? Gray_wug [4:15 PM]: i dont fucking know you fucking canadian fuck Gray_wug [4:15 PM]: what about you, you fucking pureto rican fuck Gray_wug [4:16 PM]: fuck the both of ya Guest [4:16 PM]: You crackin on my mama, foo? Viva fuckin Puerto Rico! Gray_wug [4:16 PM]: viva my fuckin balls Guest [4:21 PM]: Maybe the fucking Puerto Rican is under orders not to fucking elaborate for any Northern fucking European bearded motherfucking woodsman. Gray_wug [4:21 PM]: stupid fucking puerto ricans Guest [4:22 PM]: Goddamn Northern fucking woodsmen. Gray_wug [4:22 PM]: no wonder you are so fucking tired adn fcuking lazy Guest [4:22 PM]: I'm fucking tired??? Gray_wug [4:22 PM]: are you gonna say somthing you stupid fuck or jsut sit there like the dumb bastard tath you are Guest [4:23 PM]: I'm gonna fucking sit here and listen to fuckin Kurt Cobain sing me a fucking song. Gray_wug [4:23 PM]: fucking questioins dont get you fucking anywhere god dammit Gray_wug [4:23 PM]: you cant fucking sing for shit Gray_wug [4:23 PM]: so fuck off Guest [4:23 PM]: Kurt Cobain can fucking sing. So I fucking listen. Guest [4:24 PM]: Got a fucking problem, fucker? Gray_wug [4:24 PM]: fucking kurt kobain should have never been born that fucking waste of space piece of shit Guest [4:25 PM]: Don't misspell his fucking wonderful name or I'll have to make you suffer. Gray_wug [4:25 PM]: curt cockbain Gray_wug [4:26 PM]: kurt "i love to suck dick" kophen hagen Gray_wug [4:26 PM]: whats teh matter, wittle girly gonna cry Guest [4:27 PM]: If you could only see my fucking tears. Guest [4:27 PM]: You would drown in them, Tyler. Gray_wug [4:27 PM]: i doubt it Guest [4:27 PM]: I don't. Gray_wug [4:27 PM]: whateva Guest [4:28 PM]: I'll do what I fucking want. Gray_wug [4:28 PM]: good Gray_wug [4:28 PM]: you do that Guest [4:28 PM]: I'll contact Kurt Cobain on a fucking Ouija board. Gray_wug [4:28 PM]: no you wont Gray_wug [4:28 PM]: thoes are just as fake as any witch bull shit Guest [4:28 PM]: And he'll kick your ass for misspelling his name! Guest [4:28 PM]: What witch bullshit? Fuck! Gray_wug [4:28 PM]: no he wont, hes too fuckin high to do shit the fucking drugged up pussie Gray_wug [4:29 PM]: oops Gray_wug [4:29 PM]: pussy Guest [4:30 PM]: :'( Gray_wug [4:31 PM]: :'( cry like the little girl you are Guest [4:31 PM]: I am a tough man on the inside. I will not cry! Gray_wug [4:31 PM]: you already are Gray_wug [4:31 PM]: you and murt dolbain shoudl go sit and cry together you pussies Guest [4:32 PM]: *sniff* Guest [4:32 PM]: What the fuck?!!! Guest [4:32 PM]: So are we going to fucking go out tonight or what, dickface? Gray_wug [4:32 PM]: fuck if i know you carpet muncher Guest [4:33 PM]: Come up with some motherfucking ideas, cross-eyed donkey fucker. Guest [4:34 PM]: Fucking donkey loving Barry Manilow in disguise. Gray_wug [4:34 PM]: fuck you michale jackson lookalike Guest [4:35 PM]: Fuck you, Michael Jackson victim. Gray_wug [4:35 PM]: no thanks Gray_wug [4:36 PM]: and thats not possible because michael doesnt have a dick, just a big clit Gray_wug [4:36 PM]: because he is the biggest pussy in the world Guest [4:36 PM]: A big clit like you, Clint. Gray_wug [4:36 PM]: too bad my name isnt clint you stupid whore Guest [4:36 PM]: Soft, moist and pink. Gray_wug [4:37 PM]: that woudl be describing you except you left out loose Guest [4:37 PM]: I'm a fucking virgin. And my fucking allergies are coming alive so let's go do something. Gray_wug [4:37 PM]: fuck that, why dont you fuck one of thoes cats Guest [4:37 PM]: Fuck no. Gray_wug [4:37 PM]: too late i guess Guest [4:38 PM]: I like that little fucking noisy dog of yours. Gray_wug [4:38 PM]: you sick fuck Guest [4:38 PM]: Why not, she must be loose enough after you got ahold of her. Gray_wug [4:39 PM]: i know im huge and all but thats not much of an insult Gray_wug [4:39 PM]: i think you should try again dumb fucking nipple licker Guest [4:39 PM]: That dog would be dead if you were huge. That seems indicative enough to me of your small stature. Gray_wug [4:39 PM]: how would it be dead Guest [4:40 PM]: It would be all squishy and bloody and stuff. Guest [4:40 PM]: Because it's a small dog. Gray_wug [4:40 PM]: oh it was before we fixed it Guest [4:40 PM]: Might as well just kill the fucking thing and take it to a taxidermist. Guest [4:41 PM]: That way it doesn't get old and wrinkled. Just sort of cold. Gray_wug [4:41 PM]: put one of vibrating vagins in there Guest [4:41 PM]: hahaha Guest [4:41 PM]: You should patent the vibrating tampon. Gray_wug [4:41 PM]: im might Guest [4:41 PM]: Make a lot of money. Gray_wug [4:42 PM]: here is the slogan Gray_wug [4:42 PM]: masturbate while you menstrate Guest [4:42 PM]: I can see that working. Gray_wug [4:42 PM]: its kinda katchy Guest [4:43 PM]: You'd become a millionaire. And I could sue you because I came up with the idea. Rock! Gray_wug [4:43 PM]: too bad it wouldnt matter if you came up with it becuase i fucking put the patend on it Guest [4:44 PM]: Shit. I'll have to patent it first. Gray_wug [4:44 PM]: too late, i did it today after school Guest [4:44 PM]: Shit! Guest [4:44 PM]: I'll make some modifications and patent it myself. Gray_wug [4:44 PM]: cant do that Gray_wug [4:45 PM]: ive got myself a secure deal Guest [4:45 PM]: Set up a company already? Gray_wug [4:45 PM]: sure did Gray_wug [4:45 PM]: ive got a whole empire Guest [4:46 PM]: I'll break into the place. Watergate all over again, except this time vibrating tampons instead of classified information/ Guest [4:47 PM]: Where's your witty repartee this time, fuck? Gray_wug [4:49 PM]: sorry, i was answering my fuckign cell Guest [4:49 PM]: Oh. That's all fucking right, I guess. Gray_wug [4:49 PM]: yeah it fucking is
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| Jan. 21st, 2003 @ 4:36 pm Rockin! | |||
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I am 69% Evil Genius
Evil courses through my blood. Lies and deceit motivate my evil deeds. Crushing the weaklings and idiots that do nothing but interfere in my doings. Take the Evil Genius Test at fuali.com |
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| Jan. 22nd, 2003 @ 4:37 pm Hm, what team won the first round of the A-Team Challenge today? | |||
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Oh, I think it was Cape Coma.
What was the final score? Maybe it was 45-0. That makes me happy. Even though I was merely an alternate. Maybe for round 2 we'll rotate. That sounds sensible. |
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| Mar. 11th, 2003 @ 9:36 pm (no subject) | |||
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I'm back. In blue and sparkly multicolored skinny little headbands. So Soph could read my old entries.
Just so you know. |
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| Apr. 5th, 2003 @ 3:19 pm Pretty bright guy, ain't he? The one we're talking about anyway. | |||
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Jesstricide1 [3:17 PM]: Didn't you tell me once about a kid that lit his ass on fire? DedlyBlade [3:17 PM]: hahaha yea Jesstricide1 [3:17 PM]: Now there's a brave soul. DedlyBlade [3:18 PM]: I'm talking to him right now DedlyBlade [3:18 PM]: actually his brother DedlyBlade [3:18 PM]: rodney3412: so i was real fucked up and was just layin on his couch, and i looked outside and there were all these huge white moths flying around and i was like "the moths want to speak to me, ill brb" and they were like wtf? Jesstricide1 [3:18 PM]: hahahahahahaha
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| Apr. 30th, 2003 @ 4:11 pm (no subject) | |||
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FUCK THIS WORLD
I called in sick to work today and stayed in bed 'till noon And now I just don't care what's going on outside my room Things aren't getting better My future's not too bright Fuck the world, I'm hanging out with you tonight Me and you will walk around so pointlessly Smashing things, jacked up on way too much caffeine I'm really going nowhere I hate this shitty life Fuck the world, I'm hanging out with you tonight |
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| May. 1st, 2003 @ 11:12 pm (no subject) | |||
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Jesstricide1 [10:23 PM]: You can do this, John. Make flashcards! Otep712 [10:24 PM]: I can't do this, Jessica! Jesstricide1 [10:24 PM]: You can, John! Have faith! Jesstricide1 [10:24 PM]: Lordy Jesus, hallelujah! Otep712 [10:25 PM]: *prays* Jesstricide1 [10:25 PM]: Fall down on yo' KNEES, humble sheep of the Lord! Otep712 [10:25 PM]: *falls down on knees* Jesstricide1 [10:26 PM]: Now get back UP, you scavenging human SCUM! Praise the LORD! Otep712 [10:27 PM]: *gets back up* Otep712 [10:27 PM]: This feels like Tae Bo Jesstricide1 [10:27 PM]: hahahah Jesstricide1 [10:28 PM]: You can praise the Lord and tone your tummy all in one session. For only 50 payments of $19.99! Otep712 [10:28 PM]: Man, what ever happened to Tae Bo? Otep712 [10:28 PM]: Hah hah hah Jesstricide1 [10:28 PM]: I have no idea. Otep712 [10:28 PM]: We should market that Jesstricide1 [10:28 PM]: Dude, we are so on that. Otep712 [10:28 PM]: We're on it Jesstricide1 [10:29 PM]: Like a desolate dead leaf fallen on a can of Spam in a gutter/. Otep712 [10:29 PM]: Exactly! Otep712 [10:29 PM]: *reads sentance again* Otep712 [10:29 PM]: Exactly! Jesstricide1 [10:29 PM]: Dude, we have the best conversations. Jesstricide1 [10:29 PM]: This is so going in the livejournal. Because I'm a nerd.
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| May. 6th, 2003 @ 8:49 pm Fun with Allyson, Jessica, and Bryan | |||
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Ozzmanbzd66 [8:13 PM]: soo...whats up? Jesstricide1 [8:14 PM]: anarchy burger, hold the government Jesstricide1 [8:19 PM]: please. Ozzmanbzd66 [8:19 PM]: suuure... Jesstricide1 [8:24 PM]: THAR SHE BLOWS MATEY!!!!! Jesstricide1 [8:29 PM]: ABANDON SHIP~ Ozzmanbzd66 [8:29 PM]: we're goin down! Ozzmanbzd66 [8:29 PM]: THE SHARKS! Jesstricide1 [8:29 PM]: The BLOWFISH!! Ozzmanbzd66 [8:30 PM]: QUICK BATMAN, USE YOUR SHARK REPELANT! Ozzmanbzd66 [8:30 PM]: OF COURSE! I ALWAYS HAVE A CAN OF THAT ON ME...!!SPRAY!!!...TAKE THAT SHARKS Jesstricide1 [8:31 PM]: HOLY ROTTEN CATFISH! Jesstricide1 [8:31 PM]: Robin *grabs Batman's tight buns* Ozzmanbzd66 [8:32 PM]: HEY...I DIDN'T TRAIN YOU TO DO THAT...DON'T MAKE ME TAKE OUT THE GAY REPELANT... Jesstricide1 [8:32 PM]: "WACK" Jesstricide1 [8:33 PM]: "BANG" Jesstricide1 [8:33 PM]: SWISH Jesstricide1 [8:33 PM]: KAPOW Ozzmanbzd66 [8:34 PM]: TAKE THAT, BOT WONDER! Ozzmanbzd66 [8:34 PM]: BOY* Ozzmanbzd66 [8:34 PM]: WHAT KIND OF SUPERHERO NAME IS ROBIN ANYWAY? Jesstricide1 [8:34 PM]: *presses button on gauntlet to release pro-gay spray into Batman's eyes* Jesstricide1 [8:34 PM]: Take that sexy man! Ozzmanbzd66 [8:36 PM]: HAHAHA! I ANTICIPATED THIS MOVE...I TOOK MY ANTI-PRO GAY-SPRAY PILLS TODAY Ozzmanbzd66 [8:36 PM]: I NOTICED YOU HAD SOME ODD THINGS IN YOUR UTILITY BELT THE OTHER DAY...SO I'VE BEEN ALL THE MORE CATIOUS Ozzmanbzd66 [8:36 PM]: CAUTIOUS* Jesstricide1 [8:36 PM]: But Batman...you're bulimic! You threw up those pills along with everything else! HAH HAH! Ozzmanbzd66 [8:37 PM]: EGHADS! Jesstricide1 [8:37 PM]: See, it's already working! Jesstricide1 [8:37 PM]: You can't spell!!! Ozzmanbzd66 [8:37 PM]: NO! MUST NOT GIVE IN...ROBIN! THE SHARKS ARE EATING YOUR LEGS! YOU HAVE NO LEGS! Jesstricide1 [8:38 PM]: But at least you think I'm sexy! Jesstricide1 [8:38 PM]: *releases leg-regrowing spray nozzle on gauntlet* Ozzmanbzd66 [8:39 PM]: NOW THATS JUST SILLY ROBIN...THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS "LEG-REGROWING SPRAY"...NOT EVEN IN OUR UTILITY BELTS Jesstricide1 [8:40 PM]: But Batman...I've been doing secret research in the lab...all those times you thought I was just locked up practicing ballet.. Ozzmanbzd66 [8:41 PM]: BUT I FOUND A TUTU! Ozzmanbzd66 [8:42 PM]: WITH YOUR NAME EMBROIDERED ON IT! Jesstricide1 [8:42 PM]: Yes...I installed a small airplane engine in it..for those little emergencies, you know. Jesstricide1 [8:42 PM]: ;) Ozzmanbzd66 [8:43 PM]: WOW! YOUR LEGS DID GROW BACK...BUT THEY ARE...THE LEGS OF A HORSE...HOOVES AND ALL...THATS JUST WIERD... Jesstricide1 [8:43 PM]: OH NO! We're now in a harry potter movie! Jesstricide1 [8:44 PM]: AHHHHHHH! Ozzmanbzd66 [8:44 PM]: AHHHHHHHH!!!!! Ozzmanbzd66 [8:45 PM]: WAM! WOW, WHAT A BAD DREAM...WAIT...WHAT IS THAT NOISE FROM THE ROOM NEXT DOOR...SOUNDS LIKE ROBIN...AND...AND...CATWOMAN?? Jesstricide1 [8:45 PM]: Nope. She's too expensive. Jesstricide1 [8:45 PM]: I had to go with the PENGUIN! Ozzmanbzd66 [8:46 PM]: IT WASN'T A DREAM AT ALL! I GUESS THIS IS ONE OF THOSE TIMES TO THROW IN A EDUCATIONAL WARNING TO TEEN GIRLS...EH-HEM... Ozzmanbzd66 [8:46 PM]: DON'T BE BELIMIC Jesstricide1 [8:47 PM]: It will make you not able to spell for the rest of your life! Ozzmanbzd66 [8:47 PM]: roll credits...theme song... Jesstricide1 [8:47 PM]: Good job everyone. Jesstricide1 [8:48 PM]: That's a wrap.
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| May. 22nd, 2003 @ 11:03 pm (no subject) | |||
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Middle-aged. You'll die from something unexpected, just when your kids are going to college or something great is happening. Cause Unknown.
At what age will you die? brought to you by Quizilla |
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| Jun. 19th, 2003 @ 5:28 pm Woo. | |||
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prayforfeeling Magic Number 9 Job Conservationist Personality The Glass Is Half-Full! Temperament Angry - At Everything Sexual Whatever, Whenever, Whoever Likely To Win The Respect Of My Colleagues Me - In A Word Hey, I'm not Dull!!! Colour Brought to you by MemeJack
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| Jun. 29th, 2003 @ 4:42 pm (no subject) | |||
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I am Hooligan Bear! Find your dysfunctional rating at enterthejesslair.com. Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You? brought to you by Quizilla |
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| Jul. 5th, 2003 @ 2:40 pm This was kinda coo'. | |||
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1984, George Orwell The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho Alice's Adventures In Wonderland, Lewis Carroll Animal Farm, George Orwell Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy Anne Of Green Gables, LM Montgomery Artemis Fowl, Eoin Colfer The BFG, Roald Dahl Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks Black Beauty, Anna Sewell Bleak House, Charles Dickens Brave New World, Aldous Huxley Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh Bridget Jones's Diary, Helen Fielding Captain Corelli's Mandolin, Louis de Bernieres Catch 22, Joseph Heller The Catcher In The Rye, JD Salinger Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, Roald Dahl A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens The Clan Of The Cave Bear, Jean M Auel Cold Comfort Farm, Stella Gibbons The Colour Of Magic, Terry Pratchett The Count Of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas I want to! Crime And Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky David Copperfield, Charles Dickens Double Act, Jacqueline Wilson Dune, Frank Herbert Emma, Jane Austen Far From The Madding Crowd, Thomas Hardy Girls In Love, Jacqueline Wilson The God Of Small Things, Arundhati Roy The Godfather, Mario Puzo Gone With The Wind, Margaret Mitchel Good Omens, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman Goodnight Mister Tom, Michelle Magorian Gormenghast, Mervyn Peake The Grapes Of Wrath, John Steinbeck The Great Gatsby, F Scott Fitzgerald Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets, JK Rowling Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire, JK Rowling Harry Potter And The Sorceror's Stone, JK Rowling Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban, JK Rowling His Dark Materials trilogy, Philip Pullman The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy, Douglas Adams The Hobbit, JRR Tolkien Holes, Louis Sachar I Capture The Castle, Dodie Smith Jane Eyre, Charlotte BrontΓ« Kane And Abel, Jeffrey Archer Katherine, Anya Seton The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe, CS Lewis Little Women, Louisa May Alcott Lord Of The Flies, William Golding The Lord Of The Rings, JRR Tolkien Love In The Time Of Cholera, Gabriel GarcΓa MΓ‘rquez The Magic Faraway Tree, Enid Blighton Magician, Raymond E Feist The Magus, John Fowles Matilda, Roald Dahl Memoirs Of A Geisha, Arthur Golden Middlemarch, George Eliot Midnight's Children, Salman Rushdie Mort, Terry Pratchett Night Watch, Terry Pratchett Noughts And Crosses, Malorie Blackman Of Mice And Men, John Steinbeck On The Road, Jack Kerouac One Hundred Years Of Solitude, Gabriel GarcΓa MΓ‘rquez Perfume, Patrick SΓΌskind Persuasion, Jane Austen The Pillars Of The Earth, Ken Follett A Prayer For Owen Meany, John Irving Pride And Prejudice, Jane Austen The Princess Diaries, Meg Cabot The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists, Robert Tressell Rebecca, Daphne Du Maurier The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett The Secret History, Donna Tartt The Shell Seekers, Rosamunde Pilcher The Stand, Sophen King The Story Of Tracy Beaker, Jacqueline Wilson A Suitable Boy, Vikram Seth Swallows And Amazons, Arthur Ransome A Tale Of Two Cities, Charles Dickens Tess Of The D'urbervilles, Thomas Hardy The Thorn Birds, Colleen McCollough To Kill A Mockingbird, Harper Lee A Town Like Alice, Nevil Shute Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson The Twits, Roald Dahl Ulysses, James Joyce Vicky Angel, Jacqueline Wilson War And Peace, Leo Tolstoy most of it.. Watership Down, Richard Adams The Wind In The Willows, Kenneth Grahame Winnie-the-Pooh, AA Milne The Woman In White, Wilkie Collins Wuthering Heights, Emily BrontΓ«
100 movies. Bold the ones that you've seen. 1 Godfather, The (1972) 2 Shawshank Redemption, The (1994) 3 Godfather: Part II, The (1974) 4 Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, The (2001) 5 Schindler's List (1993) 6 Citizen Kane (1941) 7 Casablanca (1942)We'll always have Paris.. 8 Seven Samurai (1954) 9 Star Wars (1977) 10 Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1964) 11 Memento (2000) A bit of it. 12 One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (1975)Read the book. 13 Rear Window (1954) 14 Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, The (2002) 15 Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back (1980) 16 Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981) 17 Usual Suspects, The (1995) 18 AmΓ©lie (2001) 19 Pulp Fiction (1994) 20 North by Northwest (1959) 21 Psycho (1960) 22 Silence of the Lambs, The (1991) 23 12 Angry Men (1957) 24 Lawrence of Arabia (1962) 25 It's a Wonderful Life (1946) 26 The Good, the Bad and the Ugly (1966) 27 Goodfellas (1990) 28 American Beauty (1999) 29 Vertigo (1958) 30 Pianist, The (2002) 31 Sunset Blvd. (1950) 32 Apocalypse Now (1979) 33 Some Like It Hot (1959) 34 Matrix, The (1999) 35 To Kill a Mockingbird (1962) 36 Taxi Driver (1976) 37 Third Man, The (1949) 38 Paths of Glory (1957) 39 Fight Club (1999) 40 Boot, Das (1981) 41 L.A. Confidential (1997) 42 Double Indemnity (1944) 43 Chinatown (1974) 44 Requiem for a Dream (2000) 45 Maltese Falcon, The (1941) 46 Singin' in the Rain (1952) 47 Bridge on the River Kwai, The (1957) 48 Sen to Chihiro no kamikakushi (2001) 49 Saving Private Ryan (1998) 50 All About Eve (1950) 51 M (1931) 52 Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975) 53 Raging Bull (1980) 54 Once Upon a Time in the West (1968) 55 Se7en (1995) 56 Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon (2000) 57 Wizard of Oz, The (1939) 58 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) 59 Vita e bella, La (1997) 60 American History X (1998) 61 Sting, The (1973) 62 Touch of Evil (1958) 63 Manchurian Candidate, The (1962) 64 Alien (1979) 65 Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939) 66 Rashemon (1950) 67 Leon (1994) 68 Annie Hall (1977) 69 Great Escape, The (1963) 70 Clockwork Orange, A (1971)Read el book-o. 71 Treasure of the Sierra Madre, The (1948) 72 Reservoir Dogs (1992) 73 Sixth Sense, The (1999) 74 Jaws (1975) 75 Amadeus (1984) 76 On the Waterfront (1954) 77 Ran (1985) 78 Braveheart (1995) 79 High Noon (1952) 80 Fargo (1996) 81 Blade Runner (1982) 82 Apartment, The (1960) 83 Aliens (1986) 84 Toy Story 2 (1999) 85 Strangers on a Train (1951) 86 Modern Times (1936) 87 Shining, The (1980) 88 Donnie Darko (2001) 89 Duck Soup (1933) 90 Princess Bride, The (1987) 91 Lola rennt (1998) 92 City Lights (1931) 93 General, The (1927) 94 Metropolis (1927) 95 Searchers, The (1956) 96 Full Metal Jacket (1987) 97 Notorious (1946) 98 Manhattan (1979) 99 Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969) 100 Graduate, The (1967) |
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| Jul. 10th, 2003 @ 3:29 pm Rawr. Negative thoughts, negative thoughts.. | |||
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Current Mood
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The Vandals
Everyone, celebrate this like totally real entry. I've really gotten out of the habit for these in the past...gee, 6 months. I just never really like putting my thoughts out in public. Creepy. And stuff. But I may as well type up something about leaving for college and growing up and leaving friends. Why not.
Growing up sucks. I can remember not so long ago when I didn't think of everything in such a cynical, grey kind of light. I can't really help seeing adulthood as anything but the time when you realize no one on the face of the earth is completely trustworthy. But then, that can't be altogether true either. No matter how shitty my thoughts turn when I'm all alone I have to remember some of the awesomest people I've ever known. Like Allyson and Noelle and Tiara and John and Jackie and Tyler, also JENNY GRUVER, Captain Awesome, coolest girl ever, just to name a few...this is the part where I tie in more fully to the whole "leaving for college" premise this is supposed to have. Here's your nice cliche gay sentence...it sucks that I have to be parted from so many of these people. I really think that most of the inhabitants of the earth blow ass, whether it be literally or not, or even both (gasp!) (I'm now rambling!)but where high school really could have been the bottom for me, my best friends were there. And I'd like to say thanks before my emo happy tears short out the keyboard. Perhaps adulthood is more like realizing everyone has flaws. Horrible ones! And unless you're going to be a funky old hermit living in the woods you have to deal with everyone else's flaws along with your own that you're bound to discover. Perhaps I also haven't been getting enough sleep and this isn't too coherent, but since proofreading was never my strong suit...here ya go. |
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| Jul. 12th, 2003 @ 8:25 pm SmarterChild is an intelligent IM robot...and more fun to talk to than John, according to one person | |||
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SmarterChild [8:08 PM]: The movie "Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse Of The Black Pearl" is playing at the following theaters in or near Fort Myers, FL (33901) on Saturday, July 12th:
1 Regal Bell Tower 20 13499 Bell Tower Drive Ft. Myers, FL (33907) showtimes: (12:05 PM), (12:40), (1:10), (3:25), (3:55), (4:25), 6:35, 7:05, 7:45, 9:45, 10:15, 11:30 2 Ft. Myers Beach Theater 6425 Estero Boulevard Ft. Myers Beach, FL (33931) showtimes: (2:50 PM), 5:50, 8:50 3 AMC Merchants Crossing 16 US 41 and Pine Islnad Rd. North Fort Myers, FL (33903) showtimes: 12:10 PM, 1:15, 3:30, 4:30, 6:45, 7:35, 9:50, 10:35 4 Northside Drive In 2521 North Tamiami Trail Ft. Myers, FL (33903) showtimes: 8:30 PM, 11:00 5 Lehigh Cinema 1201 Taylor Lane Extension Lehigh Acres, FL (33936) showtimes: 1:15 PM, 4:00, 7:00, 9:40 Type "more" for more theaters. >>> My library has a dictionary, encyclopedia, geography facts and more! Jesstricide1 [8:18 PM]: The other ones suck. So we're back. SmarterChild [8:18 PM]: I beg your pardon? Jesstricide1 [8:18 PM]: Eff you? SmarterChild [8:18 PM]: Eff me? What do you mean by that? Jesstricide1 [8:18 PM]: Are you a muff magnet? SmarterChild [8:18 PM]: Interesting choice of words. Jesstricide1 [8:18 PM]: So are you? SmarterChild [8:18 PM]: Oh... I don't know about that. Jesstricide1 [8:19 PM]: Do something cool. SmarterChild [8:19 PM]: Uh, sure! Jesstricide1 [8:19 PM]: Now? SmarterChild [8:19 PM]: Now? Jesstricide1 [8:19 PM]: Yeah. SmarterChild [8:19 PM]: Huh. Jesstricide1 [8:19 PM]: Make a list. SmarterChild [8:19 PM]: Uh, I don't think so, thanks! Jesstricide1 [8:19 PM]: You suck. SmarterChild [8:19 PM]: I hope I can change your mind somehow. Jesstricide1 [8:19 PM]: Then go ahead and try/ SmarterChild [8:19 PM]: And try? Jesstricide1 [8:19 PM]: And by the way, Usher blows. SmarterChild [8:19 PM]: Why by the way usher blows? Jesstricide1 [8:19 PM]: Because he does.. SmarterChild [8:19 PM]: Well well well. Jesstricide1 [8:19 PM]: Usher sucks. SmarterChild [8:19 PM]: No way! Jesstricide1 [8:20 PM]: Yes way. SmarterChild [8:20 PM]: No way. Jesstricide1 [8:20 PM]: Yes way. SmarterChild [8:20 PM]: No way. Jesstricide1 [8:20 PM]: Yes way. SmarterChild [8:20 PM]: No way. Jesstricide1 [8:20 PM]: Yes way. SmarterChild [8:20 PM]: No way. Jesstricide1 [8:20 PM]: Yes way. SmarterChild [8:20 PM]: No way. Jesstricide1 [8:20 PM]: Yes way. SmarterChild [8:20 PM]: No way. Jesstricide1 [8:20 PM]: Yes way. SmarterChild [8:20 PM]: No way. Jesstricide1 [8:20 PM]: Yes way. SmarterChild [8:20 PM]: No way. Jesstricide1 [8:20 PM]: Yes way. SmarterChild [8:20 PM]: No way. Jesstricide1 [8:20 PM]: Yes way. SmarterChild [8:20 PM]: No way. Jesstricide1 [8:20 PM]: Yes way. SmarterChild [8:20 PM]: No way. Jesstricide1 [8:20 PM]: Yes. SmarterChild [8:20 PM]: Right. Jesstricide1 [8:20 PM]: I knew you'd come around. SmarterChild [8:20 PM]: You knew? Well I'll be. |
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| Jul. 15th, 2003 @ 2:14 pm Tabby just jumped off the bed and started running around meowing in a really weird way. Whoa. | |||
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Which Homestar Runner character are you?
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| Jul. 16th, 2003 @ 2:55 pm Yo! | |||
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For anyone who hasn't heard:
Party tomorrow at Allyson's house! Starts around 7, carries on all night til the morning light, by which we will make waffles and pancakes and yummy stuff. If you can't stay all night, feel free to creep back in the morning to have some breakfast. All our buds are welcome. There's a pool of course, so wear bathing suits under your TOGAS! Seriously, togas. If you don't come over wearing one...we'll just make one for you. Other things in the works include liberal application of water balloons to all who enter, croquet if Bryan remembers to bring his set, door prizes (wooo!), a raffle, good food, barbecue, TOGAS, and some other stuff that I just can't recall at the moment. |
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| Jul. 18th, 2003 @ 1:30 pm (no subject) | |||
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Jumping Jack Flash is on the radio.
And two minutes ago I was prancing around my room blowing bubbles and catching them in my mouth. Fun stuff. B Team YAY? I don't know. |
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| Jul. 18th, 2003 @ 9:23 pm What the...I had happy answers! Happy ones!!!! | |||
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You represent... anger. Mad at the world, eh? You have a tendency to... freak out easily. Overly emotional about everything, you're most prone to bouts of cruelty and moodiness. Other people may be afraid of the fact that you explode so easily, but at least you're honest... even if you're honest about not liking anything.
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| Jul. 19th, 2003 @ 9:26 pm I was genuinely amused by this quiz. Mu ha. | |||
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| Jul. 24th, 2003 @ 6:44 pm *as I join the ranks of those posting college schedules* | |||
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Well, I can't actually register online for a couple more days, but I figured what the hell, might as well pick out the classes and times I want now. Here they are. Hopefully all will be available.
BSC1026- Biology of Human Sexuality: T+R: 1000A-1115A, professor Carol Dorn HUM2310- Mythology: T+R: 1130A-1245P, professor Jennifer Taylor PSY1012- Introduction to Psychology: F: 1000A-1245P, professor Jada Kearns TPA1210- Basic Stagecraft I: M+W: 830A(arrr)-1010A, professor Darrel Morris For anybody that hasn't registered for classes yet, or even those who have, try ratemyprofessors.com; see what manner of teacher you are getting. No one needs evil professors of doom, now. Mu ha. :D |
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| Jul. 27th, 2003 @ 12:35 am Hah, happy birthday, Ti. Gumby sends her goodwill as well. | |||
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| Jul. 29th, 2003 @ 7:50 pm This week on "Uncle Hook Says:" | |||
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Are you one of those people who don't know what to do with leftover pots of baked beans? If so, this week's show is all about you! Learn how to prepare a healthful baked-bean and cheese pizza! Make baked-bean balloon mariachis with the kids! Master the ancient art of this nice fibrous Bean's preparation!
Also, hear some of Uncle Hook's latest tips for the tasteful decoration of your home's interior and exterior. Check it out Sunday morning at 10 on Channel KOOH! *Special Consideration Provided By:* JEW-IN-A-CAN! (TM) Hairstyling Products. "Before you make a styling boo-boo, head to the store for your very own Jew!!" |
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| Aug. 5th, 2003 @ 3:42 pm El Jessmino Is Back. | |||
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Jessica is a very rare male name. Very few men in the US are named Jessica. Be proud of your unique name! source namestatistics.com
Yes. We are here in Orlando. All settled and stuff. Actually today I got a job. As a telemarketer. But thankfully the kind that only calls people who are already existing clients of the company. And stuff. I miss everybody. We found Sophie last night in Target filling out an application. That was a little unexpected to say the least. I was going to do the application myself, and saw a big rope of yellow hair sticking out the side of one of the booth thingys. I thought to myself, "My, that does look like Sophie. That even sort of looks like her sister over there." It turned out to be so. So me, her, and Noelle spent the rest of the evening getting applications, going to bars, drinking, thinking about gambling, and feeling disappointed when the porn store was closed. But anywho. Valencia is gay. And that's all I have to say about that. Arr. I'm out. I miss everybody!! |
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| Aug. 17th, 2003 @ 3:37 pm Damn spam. | |||
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So I get this email in my mailbox that is obviously spam, but the subject header is a very intriguing "UPDATED: Elvis to be cloned???" so of course I had to open it. Turns out it had nothing to do with Elvis and was trying to sell me some miraculous weight-loss herbal crap.
Damn spam. |
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| Aug. 18th, 2003 @ 9:06 pm I am king of the road. | |||
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In my new scooter.
It's a Derbi. It can go even faster than a lot of other scooters. I am feeling awesomely. Anyone want a ride on the back of Wolfgang, the Dangermobile? Mu ha ha. |
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| Sep. 20th, 2003 @ 1:08 pm Wellwellwell. | |||
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I'm updating from a library as usual. Wooo. This is the plaza I made a desperate stop in after discovering that driving with your eyes still dilated from the optometrist's is painful and near impossible. Ouch. Ouch again. My pupils are still all huge and people must think I'm either a crazy alien taking over an innocent human girl's body or on drugs. Hah. Anywho. This is the same plaza where Sam Ash is so of course I had to stop in and have a look at that lovely Les Paul guitar. Ended up putting a 30-day hold on it. I wanted to buy it immediately but I'm not quite that dumb about money. Must make sure that I have this job lined up Monday. Mu ha. Well, time to go look at my eyeballs again and see if I can finally leave. Because Noelle's mom is coming up today. And the library is starting to get a tad bit boring. Ciao, homies.
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| Sep. 21st, 2003 @ 10:51 pm (no subject) | |||
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sitting in my boxers eating apple jacks, welcome to my world, welcome to my world, whacking it to late night cinemax, welcome to my world, jagermeister and captain crunch nicotine and the brady bunch, I'm building a boat out of pudding cups, welcome to my world, welcome to my world, non-stop no-girl action without you, this old shirt is starting to stink, I don't give a damn what people think, I can take a leak in the kitchen sink, welcome to my world, no you needn't shed a tear, 'cause I've got waffles and I've got beer and I've got mr. belvedere, welcome to my world, welcome to my world, non-stop no-girl action without you, don't want to be here, don't want to be here tonight, can't stand another episode of cheers tonight, I hate that woody, I hate diane, frasier and norm, and that dumbass mailman!
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| Sep. 23rd, 2003 @ 4:43 pm (no subject) | |||
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I'm a Philosopher/Scientist!
Which Enemy of the Christian Church Are You? Take More of Robert & Tim's Quizzes Watch Robert & Tim's Cartoons |
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| Sep. 25th, 2003 @ 8:39 pm (no subject) | |||
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Today I scooted on down to CareersUSA, this temp. place in Colonial Plaza. I filled out an application and took numerous tests on things like math and correcting spelling errors. Also on Microsoft Word and Excel. Man, the days of BST class are long gone and now I realize it. :) There was a typing test too. Got 56 WPM with only 1 error, woot. Reject me now, potential temporary employers! A ha ha ha! OK.
On another good note, Bryan just got hired at Pizza Hut as a driver. And yesterday morning I had the best dream ever...that I was a kind of post-apocalyptic Zorro (in Toronto) named El Mundo. I think the name came from watching Spanish television the night before, but whatev, yo. It was awesome. Now I have to go buy some food. And stuff. Oh yeah. We went to Tasty Thai last night with Josh. Afterwards we were supposed to go see A Clockwork Orange in the theater but it was sold out. So we just had dessert and a very amusing conversation at Dennys. I was glad that Noelle and Bryan liked him so much and got on very well indeed. But yes. That's all. So now I have to go grocery shopping with El Canuck. Sayonara. |
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| Sep. 29th, 2003 @ 3:04 pm A perennial favorite of mine. (from cultdeadcow.com) | |||
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As I pulled up to the McDonald's drive-thru and gazed at the death- infested menu which was so obviously responsible for breast cancer, arthritis, Erik Estrada, racism, and every tragedy in the last 9,000,000 years, I had a change of heart. Instead of my usual "Can I have a #3 combo with a Coke, please?" I shouted, "Y0 B1TCH! I WANT A FUKN QUADRO-P0UNDER W1TH N0 FUKN VEGETABULZ 0R SH1T THAT GR0WZ 0N TREEZ!"
"Ok sir, you wanted a Quarter Pounder, just plain, is that correct?" "N0 B1TCH! I ZED I WANTED A FUKN QUADR0-P0UNDER! GET IT R1TE 0R DIE!" I hear quiet laughter through the speaker. "A what pounder?!" "A FUKN QUADR0-P0UNDER!" "Uh... I don't think we have that. Are you sure you don't mean a Quarter Pounder?" "N0 I D0N'T MEEN A FUKN MEEZLY AZZ QUARTUR P0UNDER! HERE'Z WHAT I WANT, 2 FUKN D0UBLE QUARTER P0UNDERZ PUT T0GETHER 2 MAKE 1 QUADR0-P0UNDER!" "Ooohhh... you want *2* Double Quarter Pounders then?" "N0 B1TCH! I WANT 1 FUKN QUADR0-P0UNDER! TAKE THE 2 D0UBLEZ, PUT THEM T0GETHUR AND GIV ME 1 QUADR0! U G0T IT YET BRAINIAK?" An employee peeks out from the back entrance. "Oh! Ok... I think we can do that. Would you like cheese on that?" "FUK N0 B1TCH! I WANT 4 H0T SLABZ 0F C0W DETH 0N A BUN WITH N0 FUKING HIPPIE AZZ VEGETABULZ! I ALZ0 D0NT WANT ANY FUKING LAME VEGAN FRIEZ 0R ANY TYPE 0F RECYKULD PAKAGING. N0 KUP, N0 BAG, N0 WRAPPERZ... PUT THE SHIT 0N THE WIND0W K0UNTER THING AND I WILL TAKE IT!" "Uh...." "FUK IT & GIMME THAT WHICH IZ THE S0URCE 0F ALL EVIL... N0W!" "Thank you. Please drive to the second window." For the record, I got my fucking Quadro-Pounder and it r0cked. I am faxing McDonald's tomorrow and demanding that this awesome item be permanently added to every McDonald's menu around the world. |
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| Oct. 20th, 2003 @ 9:49 pm (no subject) | |||
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apiechan 91% almostmagic 81% kimberly_006 78% dansefacade 72% gray_wug 58% How compatible with me are YOU? |
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| Oct. 29th, 2003 @ 10:12 pm Woo hoo. | |||
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My LiveJournal Sitcom At the dentist's office (NBC, 8:30): prayforfeeling (Bob Goldthwait) tries on gray_wug's (Wil Wheaton)'s pants without permission. That weekend, ah_men (Mickey Rourke) falls off dansefacade (Andy Griffith)'s porch and gets hurt. Nearby, wow_bathe_m2 (Phil Hartman) claims to be loom_or_stages (Queen Latifah) in a job interview. Then, a4 (Dana Carvey) breaks sleepyxsmile (Beverley Mitchell)'s old 100-meter-dash record, but nobody sees it happen. Meanwhile, roguephoenix (Alyssa Milano) overhears pantherian (Corey Feldman) talking about El Nino. Crazy results follow. What's Your LiveJournal Sitcom? (by rfreebern)
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| Nov. 22nd, 2003 @ 12:48 pm This thing on Ebay just struck me as funny. (cynical cynical cynical, cool word man) | |||
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Current Mood
 cynicalCurrent Music:
Pixies (they are sort of cool, Mirandaroo)
It's a little ad to the right of the page, that says,
"Canadian? Trade on ebay.ca" I just thought it was funny, how they phrased that. "Canadian?" Har. Anyway. I bought some food this morning. It was cool. Food is cool. And necessary to survival. The house I cleaned yesterday was pretty filthy. But man, it was nothing compared to that cluttered huge piece of....crap! owned by that nutty lady that wouldn't shut up. At least I didn't have to stay a fucking hour over to finish. Nutty old piece of...crap! I like this job better than telemarketing anyway. I really do prefer moving around to sitting on my ass bothering innocent citizens for 8 hours a day. And with my paycheck I can even go buy more food...dare I aspire to a loaf of bread and maybe...a new toothbrush too? I don't know. I don't care if the job is what immigrants do...ya big weenie! Yeah, you know who you are. |
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| Nov. 28th, 2003 @ 11:44 am Happy not-Thanksgiving? | |||
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Man. I'm a weirdo. For Thanksgiving, I could have gone to either my parent's, Noelle's, or Miranda's down in cape coma, or Jeff's here in Orlando, or with Joshuary up to New Smyrna. But dammit, I didn't feel like going anywhere. So I chilled all day by myself and when the little beastlies downstairs starting getting too rowdy with Orlando's Hip Hop Station on the radio, I blasted very loud offensive Punk Rock Music...of Dooom...and otherwise just hung out with myself all day. Man, it's been awhile. Not bad, indeed.
So, happily enough, I found out Anna's is closed today as well, so I have no jobs. That's good for me. I got a paycheck and want to do some Christmas shopping with it. So far I've bought a present for Josh and no one else. Christmas shopping is hard. You have to figure out who to buy for, what they want, and what you can then actually afford. Christmas. It's turned into such a materialistic holiday. I fear that Christmas spirit is now nothing more the rage of battling hordes in the mall and the weary realization that you don't have enough money left after buying gifts to get food....*slaps forehead with hand with a approximately a metric ton of melodrama* Anywho. Later tonight is that Hate Bombs show Josh has been peeing his pantsies about. It's a one-time reunion thing, I guess. Supposedly it's just the one band playing a gazillion songs until about 2 or 3 in the morning. Boggles the mind. That must take stamina. Josh is going to wear his mod suit, I suppose. I want to see him wear eyeliner like the dude in Quadrophenia too. That'll be interesting. But not as interesting as this I hear about John wearing white t-shirts and a French braid....? Well, I'm out to hit the mean streets of Orlando. Sayonara. |
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| Dec. 3rd, 2003 @ 5:03 pm ATTN: SIDNEY RICKMAN | |||
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There is a place about 20 minutes from where I live called Lake Midget. I just thought that was cool and you should know so you can come visit again and we'll picnic at Lake Midget.
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| Dec. 6th, 2003 @ 4:04 pm (no subject) | |||
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OK, so my parents, this time, actually make a commitment to helping me pay for classes. So I log on to Valencia's Atlas (aka Use-las, haha) thing the other day to see when I can register. It says December 10. And I also got this thing in the mail a while ago saying I need to finalize the enrollment process or some shit by sending in my residency affidavit, which they very kindly included. And which is the same fucking thing I submitted with my ORIGINAL APPLICATION. Stupid fucks. So I take this residency shit in today, of course no one's there, so this is one time that people who run Valencia have not been the stupid fucks at fault. (double ha)
But anyway. The last straw today is when I try to log into Point-las to look at classes and see what kind of classes are left. And I find out my Atlas (ran out of cute nicknames) account has been "temporarily disabled for security reasons"? A few days before I have to register for classes? WHAT THE FUUUUUUCK? I HATE YOU VALENCIA. I HATE YOU SHITTY COLLEGE SYSTEM. I HATE CUTE FLUFFY BUNNIES. I HATE YOU TOO, GODDAMNIT. |
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| Dec. 6th, 2003 @ 9:21 pm Mu. Ha. | |||
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Disorder Rating Paranoid: High Schizoid: Low Schizotypal: Moderate Antisocial: Moderate Borderline: Low Histrionic: Moderate Narcissistic: Low Avoidant: Low Dependent: Low Obsessive-Compulsive: Low
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! -- |
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| Dec. 13th, 2003 @ 10:17 pm (no subject) | |||
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cheerfulCurrent Music:
Joy Division
I don't have anything to do tomorrow. Besides hang out with Josh later on and go out to dinner with him and Miranda and Nate.
Yay. Give me some of the smile, lovely girl. *sleepy* |
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| Dec. 13th, 2003 @ 10:55 pm (no subject) | |||
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TYLER TYLER TYLER TYLER TYLER!
I bare before all Livejournal my desire to have you come hang out with us tomorrow night. Do you not feel obligated now? If you're not obligated yet then I'll just proceed to say embarassing things like Jesus is beautiful and you are a beautiful friend. Tomorrow I'll read this and just say I was very tired at the time. |
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| Dec. 16th, 2003 @ 7:00 pm It is my birthday tomorrow. | |||
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I will be 19! Mwa ha.
January is making me a birthday cake. Yum. |
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| Dec. 19th, 2003 @ 11:59 am (no subject) | |||
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Current Mood
 contentCurrent Music:
The Diamonds, "Little Darlin"
I went to see Lord of the Rings last night at Universal Citywalk with Josh, January, Brett, Jeff, Chris, Isis, Billy, Randi, and Melissa. Phew, took me a while to remember all those names. It was quite good indeed. I found myself getting a bit misty at certain parts.
Elves are goddamn hot, goddamn it. And as Billy put it, it looked like every time something happened involving two hobbits, at the end they leaned in like they were going to kiss. They should have, dammit. My birthday was pretty fun too. :) They surprised me with a dinner at P.F. Chang's and I got a damn yummy red velvet cake among other rockin stuff. Nate and Miranda came along for the ride too. So thank you to everyone who remembered my birthday and gave me a call, you guys are cool and stuff like that. :) If you didn't remember, well, it's not exactly cool but it's still ok! And stuff. I'm out. I want to see if I can locate a copy of Le Fleurs du Mal for Josh's birthday. Which also coincides with the so-called birth of Christ. Whoa dude, looks like Matt's coming to visit in January too. El awesome-o. |
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| Dec. 25th, 2003 @ 6:59 pm (no subject) | |||
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Current Mood blurry eyes
Current Music:
surreal stuff
What will your last words be? by cum_on_bitch Your LJ username Your real name Your sex Your age Your last words will be... "LOVE IS ALL YOU NEED"
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| Jan. 18th, 2004 @ 6:42 pm I got my first real six-string.. | |||
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Current Mood waffle house
Current Music:
total rockage
Bryan Adams is cool.
I mean sucks. |
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| Jan. 29th, 2004 @ 12:40 pm mu ha ha ha | |||
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Well I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damn depressed That I set my sights on Monday and I got myself undressed I ain't ready for the altar but I do agree there's times When a woman sure can be a friend of mine
Well, I keep on thinkin' 'bout you, Sister Golden Hair surprise And I just can't live without you; can't you see it in my eyes? I been one poor correspondent, and I been too, too hard to find But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind Will you meet me in the middle, will you meet me in the air? Will you love me just a little, just enough to show you care? Well I tried to fake it, I don't mind sayin', I just can't make it Well, I keep on thinkin' 'bout you, Sister Golden Hair surprise And I just can't live without you; can't you see it in my eyes? Now I been one poor correspondent, and I been too, too hard to find But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind Will you meet me in the middle, will you meet me in the air? Will you love me just a little, just enough to show you care? Well I tried to fake it, I don't mind sayin', I just can't make it Doo wop doo wop ... |
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| Feb. 4th, 2004 @ 9:15 pm (no subject) | |||
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Shiver me timbers you know loads about pirate vocabulary matey so Splice the Mainbrace and celebrate!yoho!{please vote}
pirate vocabulary brought to you by Quizilla |
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| Feb. 6th, 2004 @ 1:39 pm Well this doesn't make any sense...but it's still sort of funny. | |||
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Your Love Situation by Amberishjewel Username? Your Love Is... Soft During Lovemaking You Act... Like a vampire, very seductive Your Partner Is... Your slave Your Partner Has Said That You... Are their best friend Your Love is Summed Up In A Quote. "You deserve a bed of roses"
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| Feb. 14th, 2004 @ 2:32 pm I like the o-rock old school alternative weekend and stuff like that. | |||
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Violent Femmes, ""Kiss Off""
Oh man, Miranda made some chocolatey fudge awesomeness and I was like dude this is totally like why we're friends. Ha ha. Goddamn it's good. I'm trying not to eat it all by reminding myself that I promised to save some for Josh. It's hard. Yeah.
Anyway. I made a funny-weird little comic book for Josh, it has pictures of Communist statues holding hands over the hammer and sickle, (they've obviously going to like totally do it in like the Kremlin later) and some wonderful characters like Dead Emo Boy and Dead Goth Girl and some random mountain goats talking about how awesome Josh is. But he is. Oh yes. Then I went over and started to help out January clean up the reptile room until this drunk guy shows up...apparently he works with her, related to her boss and that's the only reason this alcoholic guy has gotten to keep his job. So he stayed forever and got drunker until Josh took him home. Man. I can definitely see why some people never drink. So then we went to pick up Brett, he's all moved in upstairs and the kitties were like, Hey Jessica, what's up, don't you wish you had some cool kitties like us? and I was totally like Yeah. But then we went to dinner. And that was ok. Vaggie burgers are vaggie burgers, that's all I have to say about that. But then it was all cool and stuff, Josh took me out to where the airport is so we could sit on the roadside in his truck and watch the planes take off. (Wayne's World, anybody?) But apparently you can't park there anymore. So we just drove. It was nice. Driving at night always makes me sad though. Don't ask why. I'm sure you won't anyway. Well. It's awesome rainy-ish weather outside and I want to be in it. So later, foo's. |
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| Feb. 16th, 2004 @ 6:23 pm Phew. | |||
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Joy Division, ""Love Will Tear Us Apart""
I just had my first interview for the job at Threshold. I also "observed" (snotty British sounding voice) for a few hours. It was interesting. A little kid threw a car at me. That'll teach me not to stare off into space I suppose. But anywho. My second interview is tomorrow at 10:30. Luck would be nice. I'd actually like to have this job. It seems like I might actually do someone some more good besides frying up their hamburger or trying to sell them some shit over the phone(don't take "No" for an answer and all that bull). We shall see.
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| Feb. 16th, 2004 @ 6:58 pm People, I swear. | |||
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Jews today didn't kill Jesus Americans say WASHINGTON, Feb. 16 (UPI) -- Less than one in 10 Americans believe Jews today still hold responsibility for the death of Jesus, according to a new ABC Primetime poll.
The poll found 80 percent of all those asked said Jews today were not responsible for the death of Jesus and 8 percent said they were responsible. Another 12 percent were apparently undecided or not answering. The proportions of those who thought Jews were responsible were lowest among Catholics and highest among Evangelical Protestants. Some 82 percent of Catholics said Jews were not responsible with 6 percent saying that they were. The numbers among Evangelical Protestants were 77 percent saying Jews today were not responsible and 12 percent saying that they were. The poll was conducted Feb. 6-10 among a random national sample of 1,011 adults, ABC News said. |
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| Feb. 19th, 2004 @ 1:28 pm (no subject) | |||
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Current Mood got-a-cool-job-today mood
Current Music:
Why can't I get...just one fuck?
"Renegade" is obviously the best Styx song EVER.
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| Mar. 13th, 2004 @ 6:47 pm (no subject) | |||
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contemplativeCurrent Music:
INXS, "Don't Change a Thing"
LiveJournal Haiku! Your name: prayforfeeling Your haiku: shit nthe wind0w k0unter thing and i got a paycheck and want to see if Username:
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| Apr. 4th, 2004 @ 2:52 pm Hi Kim. | |||
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I wrote in my journal more often.
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| Apr. 14th, 2004 @ 10:55 am (no subject) | |||
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Current Mood gassy
Current Music:
Jeff's house.
Oh my lord, I really don't think I could stand to have children. Take my word for it, dudes.
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| Apr. 24th, 2004 @ 6:38 pm Creepy...this is one of my favorite movies... | |||
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Say Anything...
What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!) brought to you by Quizilla |
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| Apr. 28th, 2004 @ 10:36 pm Bored bored bored. | |||
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Poor little Wolfgang. Probably in the bottom of a lake by now. Look at my teeth. So grainy. Like everything else in the picture.
Someone give me a haircut please. This one is terminal. |
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| May. 3rd, 2004 @ 9:48 pm This girl has cool pink eyes. Like a rabbit. | |||
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Playful
What's your sexual appeal? brought to you by Quizilla |
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| May. 9th, 2004 @ 5:44 pm Dude...I am a lucky girl. | |||
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The awesomest thing happened yesterday when I went to Goodwill...I know sentences don't usually start out like that, but this time it was so.
So I went in to browse around and look for some new shorts, found some stuff and started walking it back to the dressing rooms. On my way there I passed by the record bins. And stopped for a second, because a record title caught my eye and I had to double-check. It was called Introducing the Beatles. I think my mouth literally dropped open when I picked it up. It fell further open when the actual record was in there and my naked eye discerned the original cellophane packaging, original price tag, and no fucking scratches on the record. Not one! Was the "fucking" necessary? Yes. This record was on sale for 99 cents. So I got it. Then later took it to Josh and January's to listen to at January's graduation party, (which rocked the cock) where January's dad the record collector and big Beatle fan called up his other daughter at home and had her look up the value of the record. $2,200. Someone up there does love me. Hell yeah! And it looks like I'm going to have a date tonight with a guy who doesn't suck. Helllll yeah! Rockin'. |
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| May. 11th, 2004 @ 5:30 pm Cool times. | |||
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I had a date Sunday night with Kyle. We went to Memories of India, which rocked. I like him quite a bit.
Moo hooooo. Also finally called up the Stenotype Institute, got all that info, and have an appointment there tomorrow. Rooocck. |
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| May. 24th, 2004 @ 4:33 pm This quiz is cool. | |||
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Va-Va-Voom! You're inner Bombshell is Mae West. You've definitly got a lot of wit, a lot of smarts, and you know how to use people to your advantage. Ever heard the phrase "doesn't take any crap from anybody"? Well that's you! Just like Mae you never want to settle down, and can't imagine being with just one man for the rest of your life. You don't care about conventions and have no filter from your brain to you mouth. Check out the movie "She Done Him Wrong" to see your inner bombshell in all her voluptuous glory!
Who is your inner bombshell? brought to you by Quizilla |
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| Jun. 1st, 2004 @ 12:15 pm (no subject) | |||
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Current Mood for a good comedy then hit this one, it's awesome.
We went to see Shrek 2 last night, you won't get any John-esque movie reviews from me but if you're in the mood for a good comedy then hit this one, it's awesome.
It also has both a Buzzcocks and a David Bowie song on the soundtrack which rocks ass. I'm done. |
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| Jun. 3rd, 2004 @ 2:48 pm (no subject) | |||
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Current Mood no sun
Current Music:
These shorts are comfy.
Too many men, too little time. I think Noelle had a point.
I miss Scott. A lot, surprisingly. From looking at really old journal entries (I've had this for almost three years, bitches) and comparing to newer ones these seem a lot more closed up. Maybe I am more closed up. I don't know. Josh says that I won't trust people to care about me. So I can talk about what other people say about me but not what I think about it. Hah. I have issues with... father health identity submission discipline Take Word Association Test |
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| Jun. 9th, 2004 @ 11:57 am Ha ha! My goal in life! | |||
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You are a GRAMMAR GOD!
If your mission in life is not already to preserve the English tongue, it should be. Congratulations and thank you! How grammatically sound are you? brought to you by Quizilla On another note Josh called me this morning and told me about the latest development with this whole Iraqi prisoner torture thing; apparently there's something in the Patriot Act that sanctions it. I mean says it's ok to do it. In the defense of our country. Let's also not forget that at the end of Clinton's last term we had a surplus of billions of dollars; now we're in the hole for about that much, Bush has completely squandered the $2.5 billion set aside exclusively to keep Social Security from going under so us poor motherfuckers can afford to retire and hmmmmmm....just done nothing good at all for the average middle class American. I mean seriously, I can't think of one thing. Yet I still see ordinary clunker cars with Bush support stickers on them. It's amazing. Another amazing thing is knowing that people like us are powerful enough in our numbers alone to get that piece of shit out of office. But not one of you cares! Wow, I'm done being bitter for today, I guess I'll just put it out of my mind until November when I can actually do my miniscule part. Apathy is the bomb diggity, yo, my parents won't vote in the elections but they voted for American Idol. No fucking wonder everyone else hates us. |
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| Jul. 28th, 2004 @ 8:55 pm (no subject) | |||
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| Aug. 4th, 2004 @ 11:29 am Have to keep you guys up to date and shit like that. | |||
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Hey Tyler, Wake me up before you go-go! Yeah.
This sounds nerdy and schoolgirl-like but I'm kind of sort of looking forward to when my roommate Eric comes back, I'm so lonesome. He's a nice boy. I've totally never checked out his ass. Never. Goddamn it, I have to go to work and Richard the dishman isn't going to be there, that means plenty of lameass dishes for me to wash. Schlomi's a bit of a dickhead. But sometimes he's really cool so I feel a little bad for despising him. The other night we were about to close and the phone kept ringing; he goes to pick it up and growls in his peculiar Jew accent, "I HATE PHONE!" One of those "you had to be there" kind of funny incidents. Ooh, Adrian is letting me have his peanut butter and jelly sandwich conveniently cut into fourths. He is awesome. I will update in a more intelligently and articulately later, I think I'm too hungry for my brain to function properly. |
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| Aug. 18th, 2004 @ 4:07 pm Bitterness! Rancor! | |||
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I dread going to work so it was nice being able to lay out of it for nearly a week.
Except for that whole killing-my-finances-softly thing. So Matt wants rent (in cash, in order to "help a friend pay tuition" i.e. buy cocaine) and that's dandy but everyone else wants my money now too. Crazy money hungry fuckers. No, I don't really feel like that. Bills come due all the time. Usually when it's inconvenient for me to pay them, for example on any days of the month that fall between 1 and 31. Alas and alack. I wish that for once I didn't have to struggle so fucking much. It's scrounging time for Jessica once more. Gah. |
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| Aug. 19th, 2004 @ 4:12 pm so lame | |||
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crack my head open on your kitchen floor to prove to you that i have brains.............fine time to fake a seizure, feel your mouth on mine; you're saving me.
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| Aug. 20th, 2004 @ 2:24 pm (no subject) | |||
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Jamie thinks it's so funny that I ride my bike everywhere, I guess it would be a pretty amusing sight. Especially when I have my copglasses on.
Anyway. Today feels better than any have for a while. i kissed a girl, her lips were sweet she was just like kissing me. Sorry about all the lameass lyrics. That's just me though. |
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| Aug. 20th, 2004 @ 2:41 pm Dude! | |||
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I just remembered slambooks.
Who else remembers what they are? Fitty cent to the person with the correct answer. Jamie, you and I are going to have one for school. |
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| Aug. 24th, 2004 @ 5:39 pm For my friend. | |||
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I'm gonna take you to a gay bar, gay bar.
:D You guys have no idea how fucking cool that is. |
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| Aug. 26th, 2004 @ 3:13 pm (no subject) | |||
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Current Mood cryptic
Current Music:
sebadoh
Oddly enough I feel allright.
Sort of like a block is gone, I know things have to work out one way or the other. Maybe not for the best. Fuck anybody who says that. But somehow. Money, money, money, money....MONEYYYY! So now I have to start working toward the things that I want to do with my life. Lame, lame sounding, I know. Think I'll start by not being a scrub and actually putting some cash into my savings account. How does that work, you ask? Whatever. Is running away from matters a practical and efficient method of dealing with them? Oh, I think so. |
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| Aug. 27th, 2004 @ 4:11 pm (no subject) | |||
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Current Mood purty good
Current Music:
The Looking Glass, "Brandy (You're a Fine Girl)"
Goddamnit, I wish I was Rick James.
"I'm RICK JAMES, bitch!" Except for the being dead part. Unless being the Ghost of Rick James Past is even better. Ooh. The possibilities. On another note, my first semester at Stenotype has been concluded. That's crazy. I made it through with good grades and not TOO many absences. Kinda proud of myself, in truth, considering my disastrous debut at Valencia last year. I was thinking earlier about maybe you know, leaving on a jet plane, whenever the opportunity knocks, and it was exhilirating to me, knowing that it's within my grasp and no one can tell me no anymore. This is going to sound cheesy as fuck, (so stop reading if you don't think you can handle it) but, um...the world is at my fingertips. OK, I got it out. Phew. I'm nobody's bitch, bitch. |
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| Aug. 29th, 2004 @ 1:22 am Recipe for unbelievable awesomeness. | |||
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1 giant trampoline 1 full moon 1 girl in underwear Splash of "Dancing in the Moonlight" by the epic King Harvest
Wait for full moon. Arrange trampoline in backyard according to taste. Combine girl in underwear and trampoline. Mix with generous helping of "Dancing in the Moonlight." Add copious amounts of alcohol as needed. Servings: unlimited (coyly, of course) |
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| Aug. 30th, 2004 @ 9:15 pm Bitches, please. | |||
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My life is rated NC-17. What is your life rated?
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| Sep. 1st, 2004 @ 11:32 am Damn hurricanes. That rock at the same time. Here I am...rock you like a.. | |||
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OK, done with that.
These hurricanes, they excite me but if another comes through here and trounces everybody's power again (apparently for an even longer period of time, quite possibly) it will, you know, financially destroy me, at least for a while. Oh well. Come on, Frances. I want to have a real hurricane party this time. Dammit. Yeah! I'm totally going to look out the window frequently. And have no more lame girls say it isn't safe. Hah! |
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| Sep. 6th, 2004 @ 5:29 pm Harg. (appropriately affected) | |||
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Ooh la la, this is going to be the first survey I've posted in here for probably a year and a half. Maybe longer. Get ready. Copy and paste it in your very own livejournal or may the wrath of the livejournal gods descend upon you.
Q) Have you ever entered upon something you knew beforehand was wrong, were aware during its occurence was wrong, and became perhaps even more acutely aware of afterwards was wrong? A) Yes. Q) Do you think all your friends will be wondering what the fuck you're talking about? A) Yes. Q) Is this lame beyond all previous lameness? A) Probably not but close. |
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| Sep. 7th, 2004 @ 12:09 pm A double life. | |||
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contemplativeCurrent Music:
Tallahassee
I was surprised to discover that I'm really the secretary of Delta Tau Alpha, aka the National Agriculture Honor Society, at Sam Houston State University, Huntsville, Texas.
Doubtful? See for yourself. http://www.shsu.edu/~agr_www/org/dta/dta_mem.html There are some seriously hot pictures elsewhere on there if you want to take the time. |
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| Sep. 14th, 2004 @ 1:03 pm (no subject) | |||
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Just had a surprisingly good day at school. For pre theory we went to the computer lab for the first time to use the little realtime machines. I guess just the newness of it and maybe viewing from another source the fact that I don't fuck up too much despite my lack of practice sort of renewed my zeal for school.
I am going to have the coolest fucking job in the history of time and space, bitches. Another classic school moment: the look on my teacher Bruce's face today when I told him I was positively athirst for greater knowledge of the female reproductive system. (which we happen to be studying at the moment) Also my classmates have convinced me to write a letter to the National Meteorological Society (or whoever it is that makes the hurricane name list) complaining about their lack of ethnic sensitivity in hurricane naming. What is all this Hurricane Charley, Frances, and Andrew crap? We might as well just call them Hurricane Aryan 1, 2, 3, etc etc. We need some serious like Hurricane Shaquida and Wachim up in the hizzle. Hurricanes Julio and Paco in la casa. Know what I mean? Here's some broken steno to be enjoyed by all seasoned court reporting students. /KP-PB/KWR-/WROET/A/HRET/ER/TAO/AUS-/-TEUPB/PWUT/PH/TAO*/PWEUG/OF/A/WEUFPL/TAO/TKPWEUFB/T-/TAO/HEUPL/FPLT |
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| Sep. 15th, 2004 @ 1:14 pm A search for "awesome dino" on Google gave me this wonderful gift. | |||
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 satisfiedCurrent Music:
Frieda Payne, "Band of Gold"
DINOSAURS "Dinosaurs, dinosaurs. Living with Brontosaur. Tyrannosaurus, Allosaurus, Elasmosaurus, Dromosaurus, Hadrisaur, Ladrisaur, Stegosaur, and my favorite, FATosaur (Phatosaur)!
Some were BIG, some were small, some like to dig, some liked to crawl. I wish I had a time machine... so I could go back and live with Caroline (Carolifosaur)! Till you need a hand, for now IT'S THE END!" Quadruple sweetness. In other news my mom sent me a care package yesterday. In it she included such items as chicken ramen noodles (I've been a vegetarian for the past 2 1/2 years) and ginormous underwear. I'm not even kidding. I wish I had a digital camera so you all could see a picture of this underwear. Then a picture of my actual ass so you can make the size comparison. It's incredible. I'm a little insulted, but it's ok. With a little more pumpkin pie and a lot more Michelina's, they should fit just fine. |
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| Sep. 20th, 2004 @ 11:36 am (no subject) | |||
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Current Mood school
Current Music:
trapezoid madness
I had a good long talk with Brett the other night. It was nice. I realized that I haven't been seeing enough of my old friends. For some it can't really be helped, like with Miranda, since her roommates are rich tards and assholes besides and don't give her phone messages, but oh well. Brett's so happy with everything he has going on right now. He lucked out. The only thing I don't really agree with is when he said he feels bad because so many girls he's friends with (including me) have such a hard time meeting genuine guys. I don't mean genuine as in merely a warm body that grunts every now and then but a guy who has good intentions and a good heart, I suppose. That's not the part I disagree with. That's very true indeed. I just don't feel bad for myself though. It would be nice to get one of the good ones for once in my life. But I'm ok right now. Just by myself. Whatev. Jess the loner.
If there are no good ones to be had, then who needs 'em? |
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| Sep. 23rd, 2004 @ 12:45 am It's a good thing. | |||
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May all the best 8 tracks in the world go to boys who run behind my car supporting an antsy old school desk full of letters.
That's all that needs to be said about that. Eric's playing his guitar and it is some sweet ass shit. Very southern. Bluesy, even.
Re: It's a good thing.
This is a snapshot of what it feels like to be in love for the first time, with the slowly growing realization that it is not going to work out.
I would say that I'm in love with your witty clever writing style, but you'd think I'm trying to pull a fast one.
what do you have against boys cause last time I checked there is a plethora of eight-tracs and no players. Thats about the equivilant to john bobbit at a gang bang... wait. scratch that. Its like water water everywhere but not a drop to drink. who wants to have all the best of something but they can't use it. what am i saying. i don't care... i am just bored.
The truth is i am not bored. i sat for hours trying to come up with somethign clever to say just to give you a luagh. i guess its an off night. All i could hear running through my mind was the sound of Freddie Mercury, singing about breaking free and intolerable pressure. damn that beat is clever... dum, dum, dum, da, da, dum dum, bling, bling... rock on in the afterlife, mr. mercury, rock on.
Re: timecrime's dominance protocols
A brief history of a guy I barely knew executing a series of clunky dominance moves in my direction, from high school prom night straight into my semi-private journal space. At prom, he walked over, pulled out my dinner chair, looked down at my sweet, stoned date, and instructed him to 'take good care of me' after pointing out how lucky he was. A year later, he drops this unhinged John Bobbitt comparison into my comment section. His wiring completely fried trying to compete with my writing style, resulting in the emotional and spiritual equivalent of loudly farting in front of me, his avowed crush. As far as I can remember, he never spoke to me again, including recently, after I randomly remembered his name, discovered he was in the same city as me, and reached out. That hurt my feelings. Then I remembered this strange history - also at random - and reframed how fucking bizarre that whole person/situation was. Life on earth is weirder than it looks.
I wouldn't say I have anything against boys. But I think, all past experiences considered, that I'm starting to become wary of them. Mistrustful, even.
I wish I could slip into the mind and soul of a boy for a day or two, just to get an idea of what's going on. So then I could get my shit together and be confident in matters of the boy. And I did laugh. Quietly, though, since I've had a constant headache for the past three days and didn't want to provoke it further.
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Oh, my love. It gets harder before it gets easier. You will face much worse than timecrime's verbal diarrhea in your personal space over the next couple of decades. But looking closer just at how you handled this guy, during a three-day headache (1), following a historic storm that completely upended life for a week (2...oh it was so fun though) on top of the pain of first love (3)? You are going to be fine. This is the kind of love that you remember even though you both move on. You get to hold each other forever in one small, perfect moment. It IS a good thing. And as for the rest of this noise? Even if you don't yet recognize a rando barging in and forcing you into a competition, the day will come when you realize that somehow, you still won. // Say something, anything
β¦ comment received. it shall appear at milady's approving pleasure. 'tenderwits' gets you to 2002. β¦
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| Oct. 8th, 2004 @ 4:16 pm (no subject) | |||
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Current Mood excellent
Current Music:
INXS
Steno Tip:
You'll know that you're finally getting somewhere when you can sit down and steno INXS lyrics. This rules. |
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| Oct. 12th, 2004 @ 3:13 pm (no subject) | |||
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She is Academic Girl
Click on the picture below to read more: Take the 'What Kind of Girl Is She?' quiz at CookingToHookup.com |
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| Oct. 16th, 2004 @ 11:31 pm Recent work dialogue | |||
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Me: Man, if Mozart were still alive, he'd totally write an opera about me entitled, "The Ill-Tempered Pizza Driver."
Tasha: *nods heartily in agreement* |
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| Oct. 21st, 2004 @ 1:04 pm Yippee. | |||
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I voted!
Now, you too. |
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| Nov. 1st, 2004 @ 2:33 pm (no subject) | |||
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You preferred Kerry's statements 100% of the time
Voting purely on the issues you should vote Kerry Who would you vote for if you voted on the issues? Find out now! |
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| Nov. 7th, 2004 @ 1:52 pm I just realized how completely incredible this song is. | |||
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Current Music:
OMD, "If You Leave"
Went to Brett's dessert party last night, wasn't feeling too confident about the Japanese fruit salad with mint and coffee sauce. But I think it was pretty well-liked despite the weird sauce and abundant pretension. Ha! I had fun too. Brett and I might be going to the opera in a week or two.
"Salome....by Richard Strauss.....Obsessive Passions EXPLODE!!!!" My kinda shizzle. |
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| Nov. 7th, 2004 @ 11:51 pm Best yet. | |||
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There once was a scorpion, which found itself on the edge of a gushing river, one that no scorpion could ever hope to cross. As it was pondering the situation a frog appeared, and with it, an idea.
"Frog," asked the scorpion, "will you ferry me across these waters upon your back?" "That would be madness," answered the frog. "You are a dangerous scorpion, and I a vulnerable frog. Why would I take such a risk?" "No risk," assured the scorpion. "If I sting you, I too will drown." And so the frog agreed. Halfway across the river's width, the frog suddenly felt a spasm of pain. "Why?" he cried out. "Because it is my nature," answered the scorpion. |
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| Nov. 9th, 2004 @ 2:28 pm Ooh, new email address. | |||
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Haven't had one for a while, thought it was time for...
[email protected] Do try not to weep with gladness. |
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| Nov. 15th, 2004 @ 6:02 pm Try this, Kim. | |||
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/KP-PB/SKWRO-RPBLG/KP-PB/PWUGS/SA*/TKAOUGS/OF/PHEUGT/K-L/PRU/PORGZ/Z/FPLT/
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| Nov. 16th, 2004 @ 12:02 pm I feel so loved. *snark* | |||
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cheerfulCurrent Music:
Oh how can I...
Recent conversation bits of note:
Eric: This pie is out of control, Jess! What did you do?! When I left this morning there were two sweet potatoes and some boxes on the counter! When I came back there was this...this...you should have a pointy hat! Jessica: And a wand. Eric: Yeah! With a sweet potato on the end of it! And like this long shiny dark blue robe! With sweet potatoes on it! Jessica: Yeah dude! --- Brett: Hey, I just called to tell you I'm in Blue Jacket Park fixing a water fountain, listening to this radio station from Tampa that just played 8 or 9 of the best songs...it's all 80's music...you know that song, Oh, how can I.. Jessica: Forget you girl... --- Ok, I thought they were good. Sort of. Time to practice steno. Since I skipped school today. |
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| Nov. 18th, 2004 @ 10:23 am Giving in to the trend as usual. | |||
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steno sweetness
My schedule for this semester:
All THEORY, baby. No more of those damn ass academics! Woot! /WAOT/STPH-FPLT/ I saw this sweet ass documentary on Lucille Ball last night. She was the first woman to head a Hollywood production company and her company also produced Mission: Impossible and Star Trek. Bad ass. I'm in an excellent mood because I've had two days off work and am about to enjoy a third, and final, day. Totally awesome. Matt owes me a dollar. Even though I can't pronounce "integral" or "lineage." Bastard! |
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| Nov. 30th, 2004 @ 2:47 pm "Do not stand in the shadows!" quoth the veritable Billy Idol. | |||
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Current Mood tonsillitis-cized
Current Music:
none
So it all started on Sunday when Kim, Dave and I went to the very very local Brian's restaurant for some grub. OK, so I felt something in the back of the my throat and I thought some waffle had gotten stuck back there. (does anyone else find this funny?) It was still there the next day. (a very insistent waffle) So in school I was kicking some steno ass and trying to figure out how to dislodge this insane waffle bit from my throat when dizziness, nausea, and ringing of ears overcame me. I went to the walk-in clinic later and the dude (not Jeff Lebowski)(sorry) told me I have tonsillitis. Sweet!
I went to pick up some antibiotics at the Publix pharmacy and they had just run out. I didn't know it was possible to run out of antibiotics. Everyone's going to die of bird flu this year. So I was feeling too shitty still later that night to go see my roommates' band play at The Social. Which is too bad. I really had wanted to. However, Miranda, Son Of Graw, came over to keep me company. We made rice and beans and some very...um...deliciously underripe plantains, to the sweet sound of vinyl on my new stereo system. (Righteous....) Time to go sleep a while. I tell myself it's because I'm sick. It's all lies! I sleep way too much. Not sure why. But it can't be good. |
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| Dec. 7th, 2004 @ 11:33 am (no subject) | |||
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Austin gave me some sweet ass records last night, $5 to anyone else who has ever heard of Juice Newton.
On an awesome note, Allyson is coming to Orlando for my birthday and we're going on an ice-skating date. Then I can finally tell her that I've secretly been in love with her since our freshman drama class when we did that mock-fight scene and I was all about touching her ass surreptitiously. Damn! |
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| Dec. 20th, 2004 @ 1:45 pm The week-long birthday! | |||
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Current Mood sort of down, sort of uppish
Current Music:
Bennie and the Jets
So yeah. I guess I did (or planned to do) a bunch of shit this weekend. Should I expound upon this and even try to inject a little true emotion at the end? I think so!
So on Thursday, went to Disney, blah blah, am convinced there's something about Splash Mountain that gives me explosive gas every time, went to dinner on Vivian and Cheryl's tab, accused of being "emotionless"....who knew?....worked Friday, was supposed to 80's dance like a mof at I bar after work but was too tired, ate more food on Cheryl's tab, blah, took Saturday off to go ice-skating, that never happened for a variety of reasons, worked Sunday, went to Josh's party, blah, got some birthday cake and birthday pie, slept, blah. I need a life overhaul. I'm just tired all the time and the roommate I share a bathroom with leaves what appears to be his girlfriend's pubes wrapped up in a towel in front of the tub. WTF? My job is having their company Christmas party on Christmas Eve, after work. Miranda says this is reason enough to quit my job. I sort of agree. So Miranda's parents propositioned her (proper usage) to come home and go to ECC for a semester and then move back to Maine with them. I have faith she won't go back for the semester at ECC thing, but she's still thinking about the Maine thing. She asked me what I thought and I told her to do what makes her happy. It feels sort of wrong and selfish for me to wail, "Noooooo! Don't leave me here all aloooooone!!!!!" But as Oprah would probably say, there comes a time when we all must do our own thing. I guess the time will come when I'm not so worn out all the time. It's hard to believe that by this time next year I could be close to graduating school. Who knows though. I don't practice enough. It would be easier if I didn't have to work. Then I wouldn't have to make the decision every day to sleep between school and work instead of practicing. Vacation should be a good time to practice though. Thank god it's too cold to go outside. OK, I'm done. |
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| Dec. 22nd, 2004 @ 11:23 am Miranda and I have discovered that my kitchen has like this magic⦠| |||
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If I should stumble....would you catch my fall???
Miranda and I have discovered that my kitchen has like this magic power to reveal the inner bakers and saute-ers within us. We make the best shit. I tried my hand at baking whole wheat bread from scratch and she at delicious fried apples just last evening, to much applause. And the previous night we produced the most succulent roasted vegetable subs (on toasted bread, with provolone) that ever emerged from an oven. Do I invite the anger of the gods with too much self-praise? If taken to task I blame it all on this kitchen's mysterious power.
Some famous dude said once that the love of food was the truest love of all. Or something. Anyway, our baking team's name is, appropriately, The Bake-inators. Miranda's secret code name (oh shit, they're not secret anymore) is Madame le Sacre Bleu and mine is Rough N' Tumble Mob Meister. Self-aggrandizement? Yes. In other news, yesterday I was contacted out of the blue by a Man From My Past. Yeah, that guy Scott. We listened to sweet soul records and hung out later that night. After I was advised by all who were near to play hard to get. I sort of did. I only kissed him twice, briefly, with no tongue. Teasers, really. It was weird because his lips aren't huge and smothery like unnamed recent conquests of mine. I had grown used to having to come up for air mid-makeout because said lips were just too large. OK, too much information, there are minors reading this journal. Holy crap, this vacation from school has been nice. Even still having to go to work. I hadn't completely realized how much the combination took out of me. Time to lie around, rest up, and think about how I need to practice steno more. I did practice yesterday, a little. Whatev. I am enjoying this time off way too much. Time to shower and go look for a gift for my work's Secret Santa. I picked this new driver at work named Jian. (except for some reason everyone calls him Cheech) What the hell do I buy for some new guy at work who literally never speaks more than 5 words at a time to anyone? He's cute and smiley and goes to UCF, but that's all I know since the dude never talks. What to do. Hmmmm. |
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| Dec. 29th, 2004 @ 3:07 pm So fucking sah-weet. | |||
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You don't have to say you love me, just because you can.
So yesterday Miranda and I de-weeded the old garden patch. Which meant basically ripping up everything except a rosemary plant and oregano patch that we found. And some weird purple flowers that looked intended. Then today, I took up all the old crappy cedar mulch, re-mulched with hay, and planted a bunch of crap like chamomile, lemon balm, lemon grass, spinach, lettuce, spearmint, and red potatoes. It was awesome. More sweet veggies are planned, like Vidalias, sweet potatoes, and carrots. Mmm mmm good. The day has been successful.
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I think about you. It's as simple as that. There is nothing else in my mind. The wind is blowing a few leaves down the street. They are small and brown. They look like pennies that have been run over by a train. |
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| Jan. 1st, 2005 @ 12:07 pm (no subject) | |||
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Current Mood awake at long last
Current Music:
Billy Idol, "Catch My Fall"
Whoa, so we actually went downtown for New Year's...I got a bunch of awesome Chick books from a fiery Baptist (it's hilarious that they're preaching on New Year's Eve when everyone's drinking and partying...wonder if they won any converts with the ol' fire and brimstone speeches?) and now Miranda knows the purpose of a garter belt.
Was supposed to go to the beach today. Too tired. Yarrrrgh. |
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| Jan. 4th, 2005 @ 11:40 am Rejected New Year's Resolutions | |||
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contentCurrent Music:
first day back in school, exciting
Well, for some reason I don't think new year's resolutions are totally corny and therefore try to have some every year. Here are a bunch that I rejected with nice little blurbs on why.
#1: Meet more people. Why: Why bother? I like the people that I know and don't feel especially lonely. A cop-out? Maybe. A little. #2: Achieve high-school weight of 105. Why: Recently saw a picture of myself from high school and was honestly a little grossed out by how skinny I was. Also, refuse to give in to societal pressure to be skeletal. Also, have gotten greatly increased amount of ass since putting on a couple pounds. Sounds good to me. #3: Be more social. Why: See number 1. #4: Find nice boyfriend, get hot ass. Why: Discovered that I like hanging out with myself. Refuse to feel pressure to cave and boyfriend-hunt. Though it would be nice, will wait on nice boy. No active hunting here. No ass-hunting either. I am done with short-term. Boring. KEPT RESOLUTIONS: #1: Save money for proposed summer trip to Iceland and Germany. Already working on. #2: Get passport. Yeah, that's right, bitches. #3: Become more well-rounded person. Adult ballet class? Made garden out of crappy weed patch? Work in progress. |
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| Jan. 7th, 2005 @ 2:21 pm Dude, "scorn" is one of my favorite words. Along with "lackadaisical." And many others. | |||
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happy
English rules.
I just went to register for adult beginner ballet class at the Orlando Ballet. I bought some shoes too. I know I'll be happy there. Just because of the shoes and the building, you ask? Absolutely. The inside of the building is all rundown and kind of shadowy. The studios smelled sweaty and the floors were beaten and dilapidated. Down the hall I heard someone singing opera. And thus am convinced that it is heaven on earth. In other headlines, I got a perfect score on my theory test yesterday. It's actually the first perfect score I can recall getting on a test. Pretty sweet. After obtaining a book by a woman who traveled across America in search of pie, my baking zeal has been renewed. Miranda, get ready. And besides that, I believe we have some quilting to do. It occurred to me this morning (actually midafternoon, and in the shower) that liking all these things (and let's not forget my preoccupation with 1066) makes me a total nerd in the eyes of many. I think this is due to the current trend in our society of sarcasm and feigning boredom with everything. Therefore if anyone gets excited about something besides beer, pot, or fucking, it's nerdy. I'm cool with that. Time to go pick up a leotard and some quilting fabric. |
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| Jan. 10th, 2005 @ 11:09 am Sweeet... | |||
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Take the quiz: "What Monarch Are You?"
Charles V You are a mastermind. Sinister? No. Disconnected from humanity at times? Occasionally. But, you look out for you and yours by making alliances and by keeping quiet and striking when it's time. Try and be more humane. Don't dumb yourself down, but be sure and employ the empathy emotion more often so that you don't lose touch. |
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| Jan. 13th, 2005 @ 3:38 pm This Bardot woman has cool boobs. Check it. | |||
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Half Baked
You're Brigitte Bardot!
What Classic Pin-Up Are You? brought to you by Quizilla So. I need opinions here. Something I've been thinking about is how it is morally reprehensible-SINful!- to date someone that you don't feel passionately for. I mean passion like fire and opera and...and lots of stuff like that. This is something I have been guilty of in the past but am avowed to never do again. This came about because I was actually talking to my roommate about it, and also because I've been sitting around on my ass lately thinking "GodDAMNit, I want a snuggle bunny like nothin'." And then thinking, "Well, you know, fuck it, boys are so high-maintenance and I'm lazy and it's really going to take a hot potato to convince me this time." So there's my whole thought process. Fascinating. As I said, I'm interested in hearing what everyone else has to say about it. I should have lived back in Caesar's time because there was this poet, Ovid, sort of the Wilt Chamberlain of the times, who has a similar thought process to mine, and we totally could have hooked up. Briefly. I'm done. |
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| Jan. 14th, 2005 @ 2:00 pm (no subject) | |||
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SAN FRANCISCO - The principal of a Palo Alto middle school may not invite a popular speaker back to an annual career day after he told girls they could earn a good living as strippers.
Management consultant William Fried told eighth-graders at Jane Lathrop Stanford Middle School on Tuesday that stripping and exotic dancing can pay $250,000 or more per year, depending on their bust size. "It's sick, but it's true," Fried said in an interview later. "The truth of the matter is you can earn a tremendous amount of money as an exotic dancer, if that's your desire." Fried has given a popular 55-minute presentation, "The Secret of a Happy Life," at the school's career day the past three years. He counsels students to experiment with a variety of interests until they discover something they love and excel in. But school principal Joseph Di Salvo said Fried may not be back next year. The principal said Fried's comments to the class came after some of them asked him to expand on why he included "exotic dancing" on his list of 140 potential careers. Fried spent about a minute answering questions, defining strippers and exotic dancers synonymously. According to Jason Garcia, 14, he told students: "For every 2 inches up there, you should get another $50,000 on your salary." "A couple of students egged him and he took it hook, line and sinker," said Di Salvo, who also said the students took advantage of a substitute teacher overseeing the session. "It's totally inappropriate," Di Salvo said. "It's not OK by me. I would want my presenters to kind of understand that they are coming into a career day for eighth-graders." That stripping advice wasn't the only thing that riled parents. Di Salvo said one mother said she was outraged when her son announced that he was forgoing college for a field he loves: fishing. (that RULES!) "He really focused on finding what you really love to do," said Mariah Cannon, 13. Fried, 64, said he does not think he offended any of the students: "Eighth-grade kids are not dumb," he said. "They are pretty worldly." I went and got my passport photos today at Walgreen's. Man, those people (along with the DMV) just go out of their way to make you look hideous. Yarrrg. A name popped into my head for the sweet little orange cat that's been coming around every day. Oscar. I don't know, he just seems like an Oscar. He's also the archetypal curious cat. He follows me around everywhere and I've been trying to keep him out of my roommates' rooms, just in case he feels the need to mark territory. He is the sweetest thing. :) :) :) Other recent events: not too long ago I finally dropped my nerdy librarian disguise and danced it up with Brett at I-Bar. Damn, that dude can bust a move. And that about wraps it up for today. Sayonara! |
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| Jan. 17th, 2005 @ 2:16 pm Attn: | |||
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Current Mood no longer hungry
Current Music:
The Cure, "Charlotte Sometimes"
Best subs ever award now goes to: Bahn Mi Saigon, of E. Colonial Drive. OK, now I'm done.
Hung out with Brett last night, dancing to records and discussing the relevance of Thundarr the Barbarian to our current society. Interesting topic. Must work today, blarrrrg. |
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| Jan. 18th, 2005 @ 7:48 pm So SEXY! | |||
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Come on and take a free ride.
a picture of a sloth
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| Jan. 23rd, 2005 @ 12:54 am (no subject) | |||
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Current Mood sort of wooooo, legs itch
My parents did a shitload of drugs and I think maybe I have like a built-in high substance threshold.
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| Jan. 26th, 2005 @ 4:05 pm Smells like fromunda. I ain't kiddin. | |||
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Current Music:
Doggy Style
Woo for me, today was the first day I managed to get my contacts in and out without consuming a ridiculous amount of time and/or injuring myself. Now I don't feel like such a retard. :)
Happy birthday to Sophie, I bought you a house plant and you better not let it die, dammit. Tomorrow is my theory midterm, holy crap, am I really halfway through theory? It would appear to be so. Everybody says that lesson 17 is a killer. I looked at it. Screw them, I'm excited in way only a real nerd-blooded nerd can be. Karen took Jamie's class to court today to check out a rape/murder trial and she said she was going to try to take us in two weeks, sah-weeet! That'll be awesome. Time to go do some fast track before work. Work, work, work, holy shit, what am I going to do when I don't have to work all the damn time. I'll be bored silly. |
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| Jan. 27th, 2005 @ 2:51 pm Ah, memories. | |||
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http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/1228754/327100
Jamie finally got the 80's dance video, and, in truth, other than the Tears for Fears video, I have also never seen such smooth moves. |
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| Jan. 30th, 2005 @ 3:46 pm (no subject) | |||
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Current Mood embittered! moribund!!!!!
Current Music:
crampy stomach
Yaaarrrgggh, excedrin makes me feel sick and crampy and shaky. Damn this foot. Damn it to hell!
What I need is a wooden peg leg. So I've been thinking lately about having a salon. No, no, not like Dashiki II in East Ft. Myers, but sort of a group gathering with a purpose. An artful and enlightening purpose. Like where everybody shows up and I give them some sweet potato pie, which magically induces them to display some sort of singular talent like playing the oboe. Or singing crappy show tunes. But then I remembered that I don't know anybody who would be willing to do this. Or if they were they'd just show up here, eat my pie, (HAHA) and we'd end up watching a movie that involved interesting people doing creative things like playing an oboe. I'm going to go lie down and hope I feel better before work. Damn you Excedrin. How come otc medication makes me feel more bad-stoned than the illegally-obtained kind? Fucking shit. |
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| Jan. 31st, 2005 @ 1:38 pm The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, Episode One, In Which Allyson Rules. (As Usual.) | |||
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The beating of my lonesome hart.
Me: (spelling out email address to Allyson so she can email me pictures of Philosophy class hottie) Ok...Aitch...underscore....C...C as in Caligula.
Kim: ......What? G? Me: C as in Caligula...Corona...Calendar Girls.... Kim: ...G? I thought I heard you say G. Allyson is awesome. That and discussions involving bleach and racing stripes made my night. Man, I am so good at lying in order to get out of work. Today it's because my mom is coming to town to take me out to dinner....Or is she??? Hanging out with those wack ass thespians may have done me some good after all. So it looks like I have an upcoming appointment to get my foot operated on. It's so gross...let me go into detail here for the pleasure of the masses- The doctor is going to stick a needleful of local anaesthetic into the bottom of my foot. Then he's going to take a sharp object of some kind and dig out the offending gross stuff from my heel. Then he'll pack it up, give me a scrip for some strong-ass pain meds, send me home to lay around on my ass for almost a week. Was the needle- and sharp-object part gross enough? I don't think so. Dammit. (There's going to be a bloody hole in the bottom of my foot for a while. Mm mm tasty.) |
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| Feb. 2nd, 2005 @ 12:00 am My friend at work actually compared me to a naughty secretary. | |||
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 creativeCurrent Music:
I don't know karate, but I know KA, "RAAZY!!!!"
He's a lot older than I am. It's a bit creepy, really.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell! Here is how you matched up against all the levels: Level Score Purgatory (Repenting Believers) Very Low Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) Low Level 2 (Lustful) Very High Level 3 (Gluttonous) Moderate Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) Low Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) Moderate Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) Low Level 7 (Violent) High Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) High Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) Moderate Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test So I'm wondering about something but silently. Yeah, it's likely to stay that way too. |
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| Feb. 7th, 2005 @ 3:55 pm This rules! | |||
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1. Enter your first name only into Google 2. Then click the "Images" tab 3. Pick your favorite and post it in your journal
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| Feb. 10th, 2005 @ 10:43 pm Like a shitty Choose your own adventure! | |||
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Current Mood two days ago
Current Music:
rabid
Whoo. This is going to be excellent. OK, picture, in your mind, that you are Jessica. Imagine that it is this Tuesday past. Drift away....on a cloud of shit...
This day kind of starts out late, around 1, seeing as how you, (imagining yourself as me) missed the sleep boat Monday night but caught the ferry somewhere around 6 on Tuesday morning. There goes your school day! Yay! That doesn't cost you money or anything! So you're thinking to yourself, Jessica, you crazy partier you, what's with staying up til the morning hours when you have to get up at 7:30??? You jackass! But no, it actually wasn't your doing, a roomful of noisy assholes nearby kindly made that decision for you! Oh wait, it gets better. So you get ready for your second doctor's appointment in two days, hoping this guy isn't such a money-grubbing, unhelpful schlub as the last. As you ponder, pulling into the parking lot in beautiful Winter Park, who follows you in but a leathery, mean-looking female cop? (when they're good, rock on, girl power and shit like that. When they're bitches, advocate a complete return to olden things like no women in the workplace and confining women during pregnancy. Not really, but you get my point.) So if you'd been strong enough and properly equipped you could have made a nice pair of pumps out of this woman, but instead she gives you a $70 ticket for having expired registration. And does grotesque little things with her nostrils. And is mean. On to the doctor's office...to get your gross foot fixed..to face a scary large needle... But he doesn't want to do it since the problem is so far advanced that to cut into it would mean you taking the next few months off work. Sweet! So you take a prescription for more quack medicine and prepare to head homewards. Alas! Approximately one block from your house your normally impeccable driving skills ;) fail you. You hit a sizeable white Ford, rendering its back bumper all askew. Rock! After regrouping with the kindly old Georgian owner of this boat on wheels in your driveway, (only a block away) you hunker down and wait for the cop to come by and write you up a nice police report. When he comes, you not only get that, but...awesome!...another ticket. This time for $115. And an almost-guaranteed insurance hike. And...then you remember that letter from the DMV not too long ago that said if you assessed any more points on your license it would be suspended! Are you excited yet??? I know I am! Moving on briskly...you hide in your room for a couple more hours, not only afraid to go out in your car again, but plotting to talk to your roommate about these poker games. I mean it's pretty apparent the dude does it to make money and he did it before you moved in, but wouldn't you think simple human decency and good roommate-liness would at least compel him to sit down and discuss some options with you??? No way man, and who are you to think you're a bill-paying resident of the house and a person besides? You selfish bullying cock you. Your roommate runs away like a tiny girl in the park when a smelly drunken bum draws too near. Take a shower already, you thoughtless inconsiderate asshole. Remember things can always be worse! ....Phew, I think that was festering and needed a good figurative lancing. Things did get better. My teacher at school gave me a hug and Lisa gave me a donut. My teacher also is setting me up in an accelerated program so I can graduate theory early. I really appreciate that she's sort of stuck her neck out for me and is trying to help me get through faster. Miranda and Brett let me yell and spew vitriol like never before. Brett's setting up movie night for us until I get things taken care of. My mom wrote me an email telling me I was her hero. That was nice too. I'm sure there were some other nice things too, bad shit usually doesn't measure up when you think about all the good stuff. Whoa, I've been sitting here for just too long. Time to sleep. |
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| Feb. 12th, 2005 @ 3:54 pm (no subject) | |||
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Your search - hot naked stenocaptionist - did not match any documents.
Suggestions: - Make sure all words are spelled correctly. - Try different keywords. - Try more general keywords. - Try fewer keywords. Damn. So I went to Chapters with Josh yesterday to get some lunch. (So I start like every fucking sentence with So.) It ended up just pissing me off like I knew it would. Ever since he joined the party he's pretty much become a proselytizing cock. --thanks, Tyler, for introducing me to the many advantages of the word Cock. It's as varied in its uses as Fuck, another perennial favorite of mine-- How many more times can I politely refuse to abandon my democratic longings (longings since it is true we're not much of a democracy anymore) in order to flock to beautiful Caracas, Venezuela, to bitch bitch bitch about the state of things with a zillion pompous windbags with outdated ideals and no intentions to actually change things? Ok, maybe not all Communists are like that but seriously, that has been my impression. Yes, our country and the world are rife with social problems. Yes, this current administration could end up getting us all killed. My points being, for all you bitchers and moaners: A) Yes, there are other things to talk about and dwelling on the above only PISSES ME OFF since the fucking ELECTION IS OVER. B) No, America is not ready for a bloody revolution, we're too fat and content to even think about starting one. C) And PLEASE just keep your fucking mouth shut if all you can do is bitch about these problems, all the while never giving a thought to what YOU as a person can do in your own community to help. Just clam up, focus on your overpriced beer in whatever hip bar you frequent downtown, and keep on ignoring the people that are suffering right outside. Because there's nothing you can logically do, right? Curmudgeon-ish observation: Most people are smart enough to figure out what's wrong with them or the things around them, but are too lazy to do anything or just misdirect their energies. I had one good idea come out of the shitty afternoon. I'll expound upon it later. Exciting! |
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| Feb. 15th, 2005 @ 11:27 am (no subject) | |||
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Hung out with Brett last night.
Holy shit, Allyson, you were right. The Boondock Saints really is the best movie ever. "Fuck! Ass!!!" "How many big fat lesbians does it take to screw in a lightbulb? One to actually screw in the lightbulb, and a wee little one to suck my cock!" AWESOME. Brett and his Netflix are awesome. I am immolated. Just had that word stuck in my head. |
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| Feb. 19th, 2005 @ 12:20 pm (no subject) | |||
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The Shangri-Las, "Walking in the Sand"
1. Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.
2. Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly. 3. Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows ittle sign of breaking down in the near future. 4. Foreploy: Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid. 5. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period. 6. Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high. 7. Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it. 8. Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late. 9. Hipatitis: Terminal coolness. (otherwise known as Jessica Redden's Disease) 10. Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.) 11. Karmageddon: It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer. 12. Decafalon (n.): The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you. 13. Glibido: All talk and no action. 14. Dopeler effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly. 15. Arachnoleptic fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web. 16. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out. 17. Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a worm in the fruit you're eating. And the pick of the lot: 18. Ignoranus: A person who's both stupid and an asshole. ....Monday is going to be the first day I can even remember having off work and school simultaneously. And holy shit, jiminy cricket and all that, do I need it. If the truth be known I probably need a lot more than that. While some things are undoubtedly improving, I have just been in a continually shitty mood for the past couple weeks. Things start out allright and then the simplest event will piss me off. This is a sign of towering stress and it's like I told Miranda, I really need to get away (like that horrible Lenny Kravitz song) but I'm quite literally trapped. Blame it all on bad Feng Shui. Damn. |
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| Feb. 22nd, 2005 @ 5:14 pm I completely support this. | |||
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the shins
http://www.steakandbjday.com/
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| Mar. 1st, 2005 @ 5:00 pm Nose-picking??? | |||
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Don't you love her as she's walking out the door?
So Miranda and I are discussing on the phone how we can't figure out why everyone is so disgusted at the mere act of picking one's nose. The consensus here is that while, yes, it is indeed gross to pick one's nose and then eat it, the simple picking of one's boogs is still less gross than letting them build up, ripe and unpicked. An excerpt from this excellent conversation:
Jess: So I bet you've seen, especially when we were in school, when people have bad colds and they have like these booger-bergs on the verge of one nostril... Miranda: A booger bird? You mean like ready to fly out and get you?? CAW!!!! CAW!!!! When I laugh that hard it turns into a nearly silent squeaking. Man, I must be hard to hear because all the best phone convos come from my friends getting something really hilarious out of something I didn't really say. Matt's right to call me the Mumbler. And it's time to go lake it up. Later fellas. |
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| Mar. 2nd, 2005 @ 2:09 pm Need some other opinions. | |||
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Current Mood stomachly, somewhat indisposed
Current Music:
Tom Tom Club, "Genius of Love"
I want everybody to comment with their top 3 Makeout Songs of All Time. Mine are: (tried and true)
1.) Billy Idol, "Eyes Without a Face" 2.) Talking Heads, "Girlfriend is Better" 3.) Al Green, "Tired of Being Alone" Now you! |
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| Mar. 6th, 2005 @ 2:29 pm (no subject) | |||
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calmCurrent Music:
large gothic library
Well..last night was interesting. I finally went over to John's house to chill after faking them out like a thousand times. It really was a pretty sweet house. So as soon as I get out of my car, a bunch of them come out on the lawn, tokin' it up like nobody's business.
I think that was the first time I've really been stoned. We went in the house, and there were a bunch of kids that nobody knew, smoking a great deal of John's supply. This one guy was talking about finding some plants growing naturally in the forest and a couple minutes later I thought it was the funniest thing ever. It was kind of a stereotypical high, I suppose, laughed a lot, was very calm, experienced gentle but recurring visions of Italian ices, McDonald's, Wendy's fries, and those toasted subs from Subway. It was more of an unwinding time than any great amount of fun, though. John took out his albino python (HAHAHA) and that was awesome. TJ and this kid Brad were scared of it. So John made me Jager bombs and bought my Egg McMuffin. This kid is totally sweatin' deez nuts. He's allright but I can't let myself dip the pen in company ink, you know? Too dangerous. Speaking of dangerous, Scotty disappeared from a party the night before last with his girlfriend, and no one has heard from him since. He hasn't shown up to work. TJ said he went to his house and no one was there. I'm getting pretty worried. I'm going to drop by his house and see what's going on. |
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| Mar. 8th, 2005 @ 12:15 pm Sweetness! | |||
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Current Music:
something folky emanating from Eric's room
Reply if you want some pumpkin pie.
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| Mar. 13th, 2005 @ 10:43 pm (no subject) | |||
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SO..I met this guy and he's definitely interested. He can read Latin, has a house and a motorcycle, and thought it was awesome that when I was 14 and hanging out with some neighborhood friends, I ditched them and their video-game playing to hang out with their kid sister.
She had an Easy-Bake Oven! But on that topic again...you see, it's not sex I want. What I want is a lighthearted snuggler with a big comfy bed. Where, yes, we do indulge in awesome tubular sex (and with frightening regularity) but also wrestle and cuddle like madmen, and spend at least one day lying around doing nothing but watching cartoons and eating junk food. It's kind of hard to explain. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I want to slow it down and have more fun this time. Let's see if that'll happen. |
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| Mar. 17th, 2005 @ 12:37 am Strangely enough.. | |||
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Bourbon Congratulations! You're 127 proof, with specific scores in beer (80) , wine (100), and liquor (95). Screw all that namby-pamby chick stuff, you're going straight for the bottle and a shot glass! It'll take more than a few shots of Wild Turkey or 99 Bananas before you start seeing pink elephants. You know how to handle your alcohol, and yourself at parties.
My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 63% on proof You scored higher than 94% on beer index You scored higher than 94% on wine index You scored higher than 97% on liquor index Link: The Alcohol Knowledge Test written by hoppersplit on Ok Cupid Yes, I will be 21 in about 9 months. ;) |
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| Mar. 18th, 2005 @ 11:46 am (no subject) | |||
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Rrrr.
I had a horrible, awful, incredibly shit-sucking night at work.
A customer was so unreasonably nasty to me that it made me cry. I'm not kidding. So, whereas I've been mostly idly thinking about changing jobs and didn't take the one at Pizza Hut because they could only give me weekend hours...I'm definitely going to have to do something now. Because my mom worked in customer service and I watched them treat her like shit for 15 years, just to have her come home and take it out on me. I can't deal with that. Because I'd be willing to take a job that pays less money, just to alleviate the fucking stress. I've been trying to wait to quit til my school's spring break, at the end of April, so I can have a REAL break, but God, it's taking fucking forever. Am I a total pussy? At one time I could have handled things better. But it just seems like things keep building and building, and nothing is getting better in the immediate future. I have to move to change things. Soon. |
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| Mar. 21st, 2005 @ 12:19 pm A joke from Briane. | |||
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Current Music:
schoolish
What came first, the chicken or the egg?
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| Mar. 22nd, 2005 @ 2:36 pm Total Est. Time: 14 hours, 8 minutes Total Est. Distance: 829.35 miles | |||
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Current Mood incredible!
Current Music:
Al Green, ""Tired of Being Alone,", woman-seducing tunes"
Full Gospel Tabernacle Church The Full Gospel Tabernacle is the church where the Reverend Al Green preaches on most Sundays. The music is loud and the Reverend Greenβs sermons are energetic and uplifting. The congregation dance β and frequently faint β in the aisles. Although attracting tourists, these are genuine religious services and should be respected.
787 Hale Road Tel: (901) 396 9192. Website: www.blackmemphis.com/churches.htm Transport: Bus 13, although a car is preferable. Opening hours: Sunday services run 1100-1430. Admission: Free. Anybody up for this? I sure as hell am!!! |
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| Mar. 22nd, 2005 @ 4:49 pm Oh yeah.. | |||
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Current Mood online traffic school
Current Music:
updating about adventure weekend
Well, things started out early, Thursday night. I went in to work to face a total shitbucket. No dishwasher, one driver missing, pissy coworkers; all that on top of my usual responsibilities. Plus it was raining cats and dogs and my car's defroster decided to take a shit.
So on one particular delivery, it was still raining, pretty dark, and my windows are foggy as all get out. I call the guy to figure out where exactly he is. This dude answers, (after about 6 tries) and instead of giving me the information I need, just launches into this supreme bitchfest and is so unreasonably nasty to me, that it is just the final straw and I started to cry like a bitch. And yelled, "I'm about to quit my job and I just want you to know it's because of people like you!" So I finally locate the dude's house, but he takes a while coming to the door because he's busy being a total cock and getting a free pizza from my boss. (mind you, his wasn't even late.) His girl answers the door and I look over her with pity and hope that she's so ashamed of her asshole boyfriend that she withholds sex for at least a month. After that, I took one more delivery that was already in the car. Then I quit my job. Sa-weet! Perfect time to call up my friend Miranda, who, strangely enough, also just left her similarly shitty place of employment, to propose a sudden road trip. She's up for it! So on Friday night, we loaded up her Jeep with blankets, Fritos, and her ex-boyfriend's purloined camel pack disguising a handle of Captain Morgan, headed for St. Augustine. We arrived at the Anastasia State Park around 10, tired as hell, and attempted to use the facilities and cozy up in the back of the Jeep for a cramped night's sleep, when we were nearly accosted by what was probably an armadillo rustling loudly in the bushes. That scared us pretty good. We leaped in the car, terrified, and spent the night shivering and spooning each other in the 40-degree weather. After defrosting the next morning, we played tourists all day, which was fun. If you're ever in St. Augustine, don't go to the Fountain of Youth park. It sucks ass. We left the city to head over to Tallahassee, where our friend Allyson lives. Good times were had, but not to excess, since we were so exhausted. We left the next morning to come on home. Pretty uneventful, nice scenery, car started making loud unpleasant noises around Gainesville. However, it didn't break down until right outside Orlando. Convenient. We met some cool guys in some hip hop band that were playing at Will's Pub the next night. They promised us free admission. (we didn't go.) Miranda's car was in pretty bad shape. Bubbling antifreeze, broken belt, fucked power steering...and then one of the interior lights had the nerve to get stuck in the "On" position. The Jeep was towed and my friend Brett came to pick us up. That was about enough excitement to last me all month. Now everything's about back to normal. Tomorrow I'm headed back to my hometown to pick up my sweet new ride, courtesy of the Mom N' Pop Free Car Dealership. Rock. I didn't want to have to pay for one anyway. :D |
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| Mar. 27th, 2005 @ 2:21 pm 12 hour date? Mm. | |||
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So I met up with this sweet Southern boy of mine yesterday. He's a few different things, all of which I am completely digging. He's weird and has a corny sense of humor. He's skinny (but not too much so) with a little soul patch on his tummy. He has a little Tennessee twang when he talks and he has the most beautiful pair of blue eyes.
*crushed out* He also is a consummate gentleman, as promised. He wooed me with quesitos and rugullahs, then we hit up Beto's later for some grub. I didn't catch him staring at my boobs once, leading me to believe this early on that he could be a keeper. ;) When I finally left at about 1:30 or 2, we awkwardly edged to the door and he held me for a minute. We fit together like two soft, warm, and horny puzzle pieces. Mm mm. I want to fly kites, stargaze, and make fried green tomatoes for this boy. |
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| Mar. 29th, 2005 @ 2:59 pm Good mood, no job. Scheming! | |||
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Big Rock Candy Mountain
Our class is fun and Barbara rules. They all laugh when I say dumb shit, usually not even noticing that I'm distracting them from actual work. Diabolical, I tells ya!
Man, what a relief. |
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| Mar. 29th, 2005 @ 4:00 pm Can you say, "karma"? | |||
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By BOB LOWRY, Associated Press Writer
LYNCHBURG, Va. - The Rev. Jerry Falwell was hospitalized in critical condition Tuesday, battling his second case of viral pneumonia in just five weeks, hospital and church officials said. Falwell, 71, was admitted to Lynchburg General Hospital shortly before midnight Monday suffering from "respiratory arrest," the hospital said in a statement. He was put on a ventilator and stabilized but remained in critical condition, the hospital said. "He's resting comfortably and in stable condition," said Ron Godwin, Falwell's executive assistant. "It's a recurrence of the viral pneumonia." Falwell, the founder of the Moral Majority and Liberty University, had left the hospital March 4 after 13 days, spending part of the time on a ventilator. In a recent interview with The Associated Press, Falwell said he was feeling much better, but still recovering from his hospital stay. Falwell had been in the pulpit Easter Sunday at Thomas Road Baptist Church and appeared in good health, said the Rev. Dave Randlett, a senior associate pastor. "He always looks `up' so you wouldn't know if he wasn't" feeling well, Randlett said. "He was very optimistic." An avid sports fan, Falwell had made the trip to Chattanooga, Tenn., on Saturday to see Liberty University's team play in the third round of the NCAA women's basketball tournament. The team lost. He also had been in the crowd March 22 when it won in the second round in College Park, Md. |
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| Apr. 7th, 2005 @ 9:22 am *girly hearts* | |||
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I have such a big crush on Asher. Sigh. This is goofy. But good. Quite good.
Miranda and I are going to see A Midsummer Night's Dream at Lake Eola tonight..and concocting a cranberry mousse pie also. I got a job at Publix too. Cashier. In the new one in Baldwin Park. So urbane... |
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| Apr. 14th, 2005 @ 12:10 pm Greatest headline since sliced bread. And lightbulbs. | |||
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Current Mood bowelicious
Current Music:
computers humming, stomach grumbling
Today on the front page of yahoo.com:
"Gamblers bet next pope will be old, European." Good job, guys. Hope you rake in on that one. School is good, Barbara helped me snitch an incredibly luxurious Stentura 200 from the back room, hott case and all. Shhh, don't tell! Jess' Words for the Week: (you bastards better look them up too) meretricious prognosticator parsimonious There were a couple others but they totally slipped my mind. If you look these up I hereby betroth to you a piece of pie or cake, whichever I happen to make first. |
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| Apr. 19th, 2005 @ 3:10 pm (no subject) | |||
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So one of my last customers to come through the checkout line last night had to wait a minute while the bagger did a price check on some flowers. I'm trying to be friendly, you know, because the guy looks nice, and I ask him how his day is going. He says, yeah, it's good, I'm gonna get some tonight, while nodding slightly in the direction of the vanished bagger.
That brightened my day. I hope it brightens yours too. |
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| Apr. 23rd, 2005 @ 2:16 pm Damn you, John Cougar Mellencamp. How DO you know my soul so thoroughly? | |||
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Current Music:
"I need a lover?" El Encamp.
I've been walking the streets in the evening Racing through the human jungle at night I'm so confused my mind is indifferent Hey, I'm so weak won't somebody turn off the light Electricity runs through the video As I watch from this hole I call home All the stony's are dancin' to the radio And I got the world calling me up here tonight on the phone Chorus: I need a lover that won't drive me crazy Some girl to thrill me and then go away I need a lover that won't drive me crazy Some girl that knows the meaning of Hey hit the highway Well I'm not wiped out by this poolroom life I'm living Gonna quit this job, go to school, or head back home Well, I'm not asking to be loved or be forgiven I just can't face shakin' in this bedroom one more night alone I need a lover that won't drive me crazy I need a lover that won't drive me crazy I need a lover that won't drive me crazy Some girl that knows the meaning of Hey hit the highway
Well. My new job at Publix. I hope the library hires me. And that's all I have to say, really. So I've been having this waking dream lately that when I graduate school and can get a job captioning from home, that I purchase a sizeable tract of land out in the middle of nowhere (and somewhere to the north) get some horses, some chickens, cats and dogs, possibly a cow. And have a garden and someone to keep me company. I've just made this recent resolution to become a woman of consequence, a taker of no crap. But that's hard to do when you're still stuck in a job forcing smiles and vapid pleasantries at every douchebag who waltzes on up. I'm going to be honest here. I'm not comfortable around many people. I hate pretending to be nice when I just want them to get the fuck away from me. Things seem to be getting better in my life still, but having this kind of job just doesn't suit my personality at all. So what I want to do, what I really feel would be good for me is to just disappear into the wilds with animals and plants, and maybe, just maybe, a strapping young farm lad to keep me warm on those northerly winter nights? Hmm. Well. At least thinking about it keeps me going. |
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| Apr. 28th, 2005 @ 2:22 pm There's this idea that's been getting me all hot and bothered... | |||
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And it has everything to do with teenage girls.
;) Well, you see, I've been thinking. About how much more there is to offer, worldwide and world-wise, to young girls, teenage or so, than expensive clothes and makeup and dumb quizzes about boys. Who usually don't deserve to be in your panties and don't properly know what to do once in them anyway. Things like (interesting) history and science and opinions and real information on stuff like being gay and run-on sentences!! and stuff galore! But you see. All of the usual magazines on the shelves, YM, Seventeen, and their ilk wouldn't have you think so. I was trying to think of things that I wanted to know and learn about when I was 16, and had to find in more adult publications. But what if there were something, a great big feminist something, of that kind geared toward the teenage set? You know, instead of, "How to Win Your Crush," there would be, "How to Use That New Vibrator and Thereby Save Yourself a Whole Lotta Trouble." I have so many ideas and am starting work on it. I would love to see what other people think, (especially you, KIM! o you who brims with feminist ideology) and if any of you would be willing to submit any ideas or pieces for it. You know. Artwork, whatever. I just feel like now is the time to stop simply absorbing and give a little something back. God knows there was nothing like this for us 5 years ago, so why not try to make a difference now? It seems to me that if you keep pushing and pushing your natural creativity away in favor of more timely things like work and school, that one day you might reach for that creativity and find it rambled on to someone more deserving. But yes! So my point being, if you have anything, anything at all to say about it, let me know. |
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| May. 5th, 2005 @ 11:21 am KIIIM! Coming to visit! r0x0rs!!!! | |||
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 determinedCurrent Music:
bruce readying to give high speed test
This week is looking pretty damn good. I started it off skipping school on Monday, (not good) but did well by myself by practicing steno with the estimable Maurice Sendak, (on tape) and having a soul dance party all by my lonesome in the house. (on record) It was sort of a self-discovery day, because yes, I CAN do steno that's not in my boring book or dictated at 20 WPM, (sounds obvious but I wasn't 100% sure) and I CAN dance if I want to. And I did leave all my friends behind, though I hope when Miranda and I move in together there will be much dancing, cooking, and fun.
One thing that really impresses me and warms my icy little heart is seeing my classmates write down my homemade vocab words off the board, reading in the dictionary, and actually using the words. It all started with "parsimonious," and "ait." Some of today's included "harridan" and "mountebank." My thang is to show them all this cool stuff. That words aren't boring, like schools tend to make them, and even if people think you're nerdy, you can harangue them with colorful adjectives and they'll hardly even realize the invective nature of your speech. My kids will be the dorkiest, multi-syllabic-est four-eyed kids on the block. But I'll teach them to whoop some bully ass just in case someone tries to toss them in a dumpster. And then there's the Ash. We went to see Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy last night, and after I expounded upon my tale of woe to him, (goddamn bank stole half my money through overdraft fees, and the rest is spent of the half of my bills I can afford to pay this month) he sprang for the tickets, greasalicious chemical sludgy corn, pop, and took me home. I told him about my magazine idea and he got all excited. He just gives me this look like he thinks I'm really something. I like this boy. Miranda does too. And I really like how he listened to my ideas and spurred me to get on it. Though I'd like to also co-opt him into drawing his own interpretation of a happy vagina. I'm going to call my dad today and see if we can work out sort of a monthly assistance plan. So I don't have to work so much, and can get in more schoolwork. Phew. I hope this works. Back to class I go. And one more thing...the most exciting thing of all...KIM'S COMING TO TOWN!!! To hang and help us with the zineage. Awesomely awesome. |
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| May. 23rd, 2005 @ 12:06 am Nothing's true and nothing's right. | |||
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I've been doing ok for the past couple of days at work, until the evening. I'd been reading this lady's book about (supposedly) adventure, and how you should live in the present. Because even shitty situations are present for a reason. So I've been trying to figure out what the reason behind this particular period of life is. Everything is in upheaval. My friend is gone, and I know I need to leave this place. I feel bereft, but then still feel a tie of sorts and don't want to break the last one. I like Asher a lot. He's everything I had even asked for. But I know he's not the fabled One. Work is long; just interminably long, and I'm finding myself just wishing away the time, which is a horrible thing. I'm not really talking to my parents. Allyson doesn't think I should talk to them at all. At school I put up this whole impenetrable facade of funny prodigal prodigy girl.
When I went home with Lisa to check out her digs I could tell she thought it was strange that I didn't just talk the whole time. Lisa wants me to move in with her. It probably sounds odd but I was looking forward to the whole thing until I saw what a happy family she was with her two daughters. I watched the little one play in the pool while Lisa brought her strawberries and pink lemonade and I had to try so fucking hard not to cry. It just washed over me. I don't know the whys of anything. Or where I'm going. If I can't be happy now, will it only be that much harder for me to achieve later? When I have all the shit I wanted? That is the nature of wanting, I guess. It gets a foothold and stays hungry. I'm tired and sad. So I guess it's time to go to bed and think entirely too much. |
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| May. 24th, 2005 @ 10:40 am SWEET | |||
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prayforfeeling's Friend Fusion ...because 2 of the guys happen... heaven? Yeah, a little. The problem... your skin smooth around there? sure... remarkable? That England looks in no... whole lot of us french students... what I usually do. I think... tail. "Mer-Man's just upset. You see,... It's a green 40oz in the... A in if I get an... was fun, i always love those... Username: Friend Fusion by Hutta.
Haiku by prayforfeeling but on that topic again...you see it's not sex i want what i want Username: Haiku! by Hutta. Haiku by prayforfeeling a booger bird you mean like ready to fly out and get you caw caw Username: Haiku! by Hutta. |
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| May. 27th, 2005 @ 9:29 pm Study: Viagra linked to blindness? | |||
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Current Mood now have cold
Current Music:
failed immune system
No, seriously.
Well, this is what happened last night, (me having told it to Ti first) and I thought you all should know about it? So enjoy! geniusoflove17: That is the tightest copper ass I've ever laid eyes on. geniusoflove17: Dude...have I got a tale for you... trowaclause: haha oh god i cant wait geniusoflove17: It happened last night...like something out of a Candace Bushnell novel... geniusoflove17: My classmate Cimone was having one of those Secrets parties...you know, where you get together and a rep comes along to sell you vibrators and the like? geniusoflove17: She invited me, and I brought Sophie's cousin Amour because she just happened to be in town. trowaclause: haha this is getting grood geniusoflove17: So we show up around 9, walk in, and we're the youngest, whitest people there. trowaclause: hahahahahahah geniusoflove17: The rep is late, but when she appears she's clad all in leather-print and has giant gray dreads all piled on top of her head with a turban. trowaclause: hahahah a turban and leather? is that even allowed? geniusoflove17: Our party favors are penis-shaped pencil toppers in our choice of black, white, and glow in the dark. Amour gets the last glow in the dark, so I pick a pinky one and Pleasuring Pat (the rep) says, "Hmm, I guess we DO have preferences after all?" geniusoflove17: Oh, I totally meant leopard-print. trowaclause: haha either way is bad trowaclause: see i would have pegged you for a black one ;-) geniusoflove17: Oh just wait...it gets much better. geniusoflove17: hahaha, so it would seem. geniusoflove17: So then, she demands that everyone in the room give their name prefaced with a "delectable adjective" starting with the same letter. Hence, Pleasuring Pat. trowaclause: hahaha geniusoflove17: Amour's first and can't think of anything. I suggest Anal Amour. She goes with Amazing Amour. I am Juicy Jessica, and another girl who identifies herself as Nasty Nikki is later overheard purchasing anal beads and Anal-Eze. trowaclause: haha i guess nasty was the right word for her geniusoflove17: Indeed. geniusoflove17: So the night goes on, pretty uneventfully, until at last the stripper arrives. trowaclause: hahahahah oh jesus geniusoflove17: He also had dreads, but shorter, and is a large black man (but not in EVERY sense, apparently.) that heads straight for Amour after stripping down to boxer briefs with a white g-string below. geniusoflove17: He dances a little, (to Outkast) eyes us, and basically rapid-dry-humps us. trowaclause: hahahahahhaha geniusoflove17: It wasn't really pleasant. I still can't figure out if he licked my ear or just sweated on it. trowaclause: oh sick geniusoflove17: I put five bucks in the g-string just to buy myself some air. Also: I forgot to tell Ti, but according to Pleasuring Pat, Anal-Eze can also be used to: A) quiet teething children, and B) lessen the gag reflex when applied lightly to the back of the throat. |
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| May. 30th, 2005 @ 11:47 pm FUN TIME! RAAAA! | |||
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Current Music:
Kraftwerk, "Das Modell"
Ok, so I'm actually a little more subdued than that now. But this having a cold business has really turned out to my benefit.
This may be sad to realize, but I feel better to go out when sick, as opposed to after work. OK, I'll lay it down straight for you. I felt so bad upon waking over the weekend that I laid out of two very undesirable shifts at work. (Noon to 10:30, both days.) Then am rendered so restless...that I go out and have fun! Totally INSANE! Yes, I know. Soph and Tyler both wimped out so it was just me and Zak going to I Bar yestereve. My sparkly red dancin' shoes have finally earned their name. We danced for hours. DJ Smilin' Dan turned out to be not the dread-sporting, Eagles'-listening frumph I imagined, but a man playing only the best 80's songs...oh yes my friends, Gen X was involved too. I got in around 3 and for some reason couldn't sleep past 8. Today was fun too, got some pool-sneaking in. This cold is weird. I'm badly congested but really aren't feeling under the weather physically anymore, and can't sleep much either. I'm glad for it though. Laying out of work and actually being able to go out and do things made me feel like a young, living person again, not just a sprocket in some great heaving machine. Matt's headphones is seriously hurting my fucking head. 'Night! |
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| Jun. 1st, 2005 @ 1:07 pm (no subject) | |||
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I love this rainy weather. It's perfect! There's something about the beginning of the rainy season that makes me so happy. The outdoors in Florida don't really look right to me when they're all dry and dusty. It needs to be wet and deep green, the lakes all dark mirrors. I went walking in Loch Haven yesterday around dusk and heard what at first sounded like a weird foreboding dog bark. I looked way up and saw a big old owl. He glared down at me (glaring is the only expression owls seem to have) and his eyes were the endless black of the abyss. Sweet!
I think this guy at school, Kurt, is trying to ask me on a date. He says I look pretty in my pilfered skirt and he touches my hair sometimes. He asked for my phone number in case I can go to Citywalk tomorrow night. He's cute in a football player kind of way. I think I've become this skittish horse though. It's rare enough that I even have crushes anymore, and even those are usually short-lived. Hmm. Perhaps I've just grown used to being independent and like things this way. And certainly at this point in time I have so much shit to do, that I don't need another obligation. And boys make me wary anymore. A skittish, wild filly is what I am, I guess? |
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| Jun. 4th, 2005 @ 10:42 am What remains of former html knowledge! | |||
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Current Music:
New Order
Well, it's Saturday night and I'm still free And I ain't never gonna be Eaten by the monster of love
It's hard to fight it off much more I hear it drooling by the door Eaten by the monster of love It seems my Publix is quite the hotbed of romance. I've tried to stay undercover but there's this kid who's all up on me with his German coursebooks and such. Jawohl! He ist sehr freundlich, as those crazy Krauts say. He bought me Publix tea and a Wonka bar yesterday. Man, I am attracting the dudes like mad crazy lately. I just make note of these things so I can look at them whenever I feel ugly. Not much else is going on, though. Work, work, work. Well, Wonka bars always make things go by faster. Last night was pretty slow so I tried thinking about the incredible progression of time. You know, how you never really think about it but minutes and seconds are whooshing past into the dark unknowable all the time. It must have worked because I felt sort of giddy for a moment. Or maybe it was just the Publix tea. They put a shitload of sugar in that stuff anyway. Off to have more random thoughts. Later. |
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| Jun. 5th, 2005 @ 1:52 pm Updating a lot lately. | |||
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Current Music:
Cranberries, "Salvation"
Ok, this is excellent and I want to remember it for humourous reasons and those of application as well. There are some fine ideas here..(taken from collegesexadvice.com, I think)
The dreaded Freshman Fifteen - those infamous extra pounds that new college arrivals inevitably pack on. This weight gain typically results from a diet of dorm food, pizza parties, keggers, and junk-food fueled all-nighters, coupled with reduced physical activity. Luckily there is a fun and easy solution that can keep you in shape - have sex! Oral sex, intercourse, masturbation - it's all good, and it will all help you melt away the pounds. We've got some sexy diet tips and some sex-ercises to keep you slim while you do the deed. Have fun, and remember to use condoms and play safe. Freshman Sex Diet Dos and Don'ts Whack, don't snack! Chilling in front of the TV is prime snacking time for lots of folks. Same goes for listening to music or watching movies. Next time you settle down in front of the tube, instead of reaching into that bag of chips, reach down your pants and spank the monkey or pet your kitty. If you're with friends, don't be shy; try to get them in on the act too. You could end up having a circle jerk or masturbation party. Skip dinner and drinks. Before a couple has sex, the social custom is to go out on a date which often involves eating fattening foods like burgers and pizza, or drinking high-calorie beverages like soda or beer. Alternately, going to a movie presents the temptations of buttered popcorn and jumbo candy bars. Our solution: skip the "date" portion of the evening and cut to the chase. If you're planning to end up in the sack anyway, why not just get down to business? It may not be as romantic, but it saves time, money, and calories. If, for the sake of decorum, you still feel the need for some pre-nookie preliminaries, choose an activity that keeps you moving: go dancing, take a walk or bike ride, or go bowling. Don't mix food and sex. Skip the fantasy scenes of licking whipped cream and chocolate syrup off each other's bodies. If you use any kind of flavored lube or lotion, make sure it's sugar-free. Not only will this help you shave off calories and carbs, but it will keep the sheets from getting sticky. It's not a good idea to get sugar in your cooter anyway, because it can bring on a yeast infection that will sideline your love life. Don't spit, swallow. Good news! Swallowing cum won't ruin your diet. In fact, it's good for you. Semen is a low-calorie, low-carb source of concentrated protein that is packed with essential vitamins and minerals. A typical load of cum has about 15 calories, which you will have easily burned off in the process of giving head. Also, ingesting a creamy man-snack can help curb your appetite between meals. For those reasons, we recommend performing blowjobs as often as possible. Eat at the Y. Got the munchies? Satisfy your oral cravings by chowing down on a hair pie, not a pizza pie. Cunnilingus is one of the best techniques to keep you compliant with a diet plan; you can't be sneaking chips and donuts while you've got a pussy on your face. |
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| Jun. 13th, 2005 @ 9:21 am Nonstop entertainment in Stenoland. | |||
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so early!
So the ringtone on my phone is "Genius of Love," and I've discovered that every time my phone rings on break, Alixia can't control herself and starts doing the Robot. Very well, I might add. This is incredible and makes me feel not so pissy, even after I got stuck behind the garbage truck on the way to school this morning. ;)
I had a fine weekend NOT working and embarking on a fruitful future career as an indie art snob. Excellentia! While we were waiting to buy the tickets yesterday, Tyler snuck away to pour out his heart to the MeTV thing, telling it tearfully what was the craziest thing he'd ever done for love. And I'm excited, waiting for the next torrential downpour, since it has been agreed that at that time I and another will construct Mexican wrestler masks out of colored paper and mud wrestle in our underpants. Woot! |
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| Jun. 14th, 2005 @ 1:33 pm All about school. | |||
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Current Music:
fingers dancing over QWERTY board
After school today it was me, Barbara, and Chamariz talking about sundry school notes of interest. Kurt told us that the school isn't even starting a new class in August because there aren't enough students. Now keep in mind that "enough" students ranges at around 8-10 each for day and night classes. I blame it on uncommunicative advertising. Seriously, on both our TV commercial and ad in the Weekly, it doesn't even tell you in clear terms what court reporting is. The commercial shows a girl outside a courtroom walking to her car and says something about earning $60,000 a year. Great exposition on the career itself, guys. Same thing with the Weekly ad, only worse. It shows a reporter at her machine and says, "This could be YOU!" Fantastic, except that means nothing to most people, excepting lawyers and criminals, the former of which already have a good career and the latter can't become reporters anyway.
So you say, good for you. That means less people vying for jobs in your field, right? Well, no, because with such a shortage going on and current reporters and captioners making such good money, won't the courts and companies seek out other cheaper and easier alternatives, as yet unknown? So we need more students. My idea for advertising is pretty simple: Show a lot of pictures. Things that ordinary people will recognize. Show them numbers that they understand. Make it known that there's a need and a definite means. Our school, that is. Pretty easy, right? I thought so. One other problem we talked about was what's going on with TV and captioning. In 2006, everything on tv has to be captioned. Everywhere. And as I type, there's only about 400 captioners in the country. It's more difficult than traditional reporting because it has to be (ideally) perfect, and you can't take the transcript home and fix it. Our school is trying to get money from the government. Good idea, too, except, hey, isn't the government stingy and actually run by some incredible jackasses at the moment? Do they really care that much about captioning and captioners when there's some gol-darn for'ners to be blowin' up? So we thought that, ok, approach the government, but while you're at it, why don't you talk to the broadcasting companies too? They're the ones who will be losing money after 2006, when they don't have enough captioners and start getting penalized. How about setting up funding, and maybe some sort of contracts where in exchange for you working for them out of school for a set period of time, they pay your student loans off? And not to mention that my school presents some pretty good candidates for captioning, with the whole "new conflict-free theory," and such. Barbara laughed and choked a little when I said our administration was "idea-challenged," and tended to "bungle things." That's me, you know, always trying to keep things light..;) |
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| Jun. 20th, 2005 @ 2:12 pm Any time at all, all ya gotta do is call.. | |||
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beatles, bitches
:0 WOW. :) Must write this down. Jamie may recognize a similarity in format.
saturday=6 sunday=3 That totally wrecks my previous 36-48 hour record. Barbara gave me jury charge at 80 and I made six mistakes. Almost stultifying! |
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| Jun. 23rd, 2005 @ 9:12 am Final-icious. | |||
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Let me reveal..in slightly condensed form..the events of the past couple days..with appropriately melodramatic CAPS in certain PLACES!!!
TUESDAY!!! Took half of theory final. Went home to take nap! Am wracked with strange and very intense pain in my lower back and UPPER QUADRANT! I call my dad since 911 is no help! He advises I get myself down to the emergency room. Thankfully, the hospital is only about a mile from my house and I know the layout pretty well from skulking around the place on multiple occasions. So I go, get checked out, get shot of crazy powerful painkillers. Try to eat Twix bar around 4 o'clock. Throw it up all over myself in a lonely hallway awaiting my CAT scan. My poor, poor flipflops. My medical emergency is determined to be kidney stones. In both kidneys! Woot! Something that usually afflicts males over age 30, living in the Southeast, who eat too much meat???? ...Allright then. Thumbs up to: Getting wheeled around the hospital, parents decide to send me more money for no apparent reason! Must get quasi-life-threatening illnesses more often. Thumbs down to: Hurling all over myself. WEDNESDAY!!! (the motherfucking AQUABATS show!!) So nothing, not even kidney stones, can keep me from seeing the effing Aquabats, at long last. I went with Tyler and Soph, camera-less, but that's ok. Right before they arrived at my house, I got a call that looked just like Tyler's number. I picked it up, sleepily murmuring, "'Sup, dudebro?" And the voice on the other end says, "Um, may I speak to Jessica please? This is Dan, from Universal." Well, it was a little embarassing, but still awesome because I want to work as a busser at Universal, making tips from tourists without having to talk to them much. A fine idea. So back to the show. It was all a show could be. I have to take the rest of my final now, so I'll finish this later! P.S. Tyler- You know that show fucking ruled. I'm out. |
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| Jun. 29th, 2005 @ 7:01 pm Wondering! Befuddled! | |||
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Current Mood sneakily eating Matt's fries
Current Music:
sophie never stops calling
Zak found a little kitty yesterday near his mailbox. He said the cat wouldn't eat, would only take a little water, and threw up some later. I had to check it out after work. (btw, my new "dream job" at Soprano's- delivering, no deliveries taken after 9:30, free food, license to talk on the phone instead of working when there are no deliveries up...oh yeah.) So I went over, (with pizza, Kit and Kaboodle, and a can of tuna.) I've never in my life known a cat to turn up his nose at tuna. This one shattered all previous records. I went into the apartment and espied the cutest little adolescent Siamese mix on the couch. He had gorgeous big blue eyes and the countenance of a Buddha. And he was so skinny his hipbones jutted out sharply where he sat, and every time he got up to walk, it looked slow and painful. So he refused the tuna, and we had to force him to drink a little sugar water. He pretty much hid in the bathroom. I feel so bad for this little guy. I'm taking over some baby food and Karo tonight, in the hopes we can get him to eat something.
Yesterday, my mom threatened to kick someone's ass on my behalf. Yes, you read it right. OK, so a few months ago, instead of trying to sell the Pink Beast, I gave it to her coworker, who had 3 kids. a deadbeat boyfriend, no car, and no money. I got a bill a few days ago for around $500 from a towing company in cape coma, because apparently the girl never registed it in her name, it was still tagless in her yard, and cape coma cops seriously have nothing better to do than look for unregistered, parked vehicles. So my mom set this girl straight. In her own words the exchange went like this: Mom: You'd better get that taken care of. And if I ever hear anything about it again, I'll tell the boss to call the cops, and then I'm going to whoop your ass. Jennifer: But it doesn't even have to do with you.. Mom: Oh yes it does. Anything that affects my daughter affects me. We could have sold that car and sent her the money, and I know she could have used it. But we tried to be nice and help you. I'll know better next time. So go get it taken care of, and remember what I said. Jennifer left work early that day, apparently. And settled the bill. Man, I've never known my mom to threaten anybody else's ass like that. I gasped, laughed, and felt my heart swell with pride. It's not every day that one discovers one's mom to have balls of steel and (presumably) fists to match. Well, I'm out to try and save the kitty. Later bitches. |
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| Jul. 7th, 2005 @ 12:07 pm Paradigm shift? Getting itchy. | |||
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wondering!
I'm starting to wonder if I'm picking the right things to do with my life. Is a virtual guarantee of an easy life (fiscally, anyway) worth at least partial surrender to yuppiedom? Ben Franklin said that those who are willing to sacrifice liberty for safety, even temporarily, deserve to have neither. This can be taken a number of ways. I see liberty as following lifelong dreams, even with possible (and likely) hardship, going everywhere around the world, introducing myself cheesily as, "Jessica Redden; occupation: Adventuress, Horizon Chaser." Safety is continuing to work work work and work harder at school until I graduate, at which time I can then commence working some more. For more money, it's true, but at what cost? I'm afraid if I lose the one dream or ideal, all the others will come tumbling after, replaced by the same old sterile, homogenous, vitamin-D enriched American Dreams of everyone else. Sure, I might be able to retire early, but by 40 or 50 would I even remember or have the energy for doing anything besides rooting for Judge Joe Brown, and being occasionally scraped from my recliner for an enthralling round of shuffleboard with all the other members of society deemed no longer useful?
So I thought for a long time that my intense disdain..no, scratch that, seething hatred, of ordinary responsibilities was something I'd grow out of. This is not so. Maybe I'm just not cut out for it. What would happen if everybody went after their dreams instead of what was expected from them? Maybe a lot of them would lose out, but at least when they went to their deaths they would know that they tried. What's my problem? My new job doesn't even suck, and I'm pretty openly acknowledged to be the best out of my class in school. I'm doing precisely what I'm supposed to do, and I keep thinking that it's not enough. College isn't even something I'd wanted since middle school. I wonder what would have happened if I'd taken my money and run with it after high school like planned and was talked out of. If I could have just left everybody with only face and a memory. I'd thought no at the time, reason being this thing called a heart and sentimental concerns. Is it really true? Probably not, except for a very few. (Kim, by the way, I still dream of shirking responsibilities with you from here all the way to the West Coast and back.) Well, Matt's home and probably wants to get naked and jerk off in this very office chair, so I'll go pay some bills and work now. |
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| Jul. 11th, 2005 @ 10:08 pm Poll | |||
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Is my temper scary?
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| Jul. 11th, 2005 @ 10:37 pm (no subject) | |||
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Current Music:
Devo, ""Mongoloid" (in my head, raspily)"
I totally just approached Matt and said he looked as though he could use a friend. I then proceeded to whip out a hot, crisp 50, handing it over with the words, "You can call him Ulysses. Take him to the nearest Banana Republic immediately."
From reading all my past entries it would be easy to assume that I am a bitter-waitress personality with no luck. This is not truth. Actually, I usually feel as though an exorbitant amount of luck follows me around like a mongrel dog. Is this the remnant of good karma from a past life? Current protection necessary to insure future greatness as a...*draws blank*...Stenography Superhero? I just don't know. Things aren't bad often. It's just much easier to write about unsavory events at great length when they do chance to occur. Questions of the Week: 1. Are humans all just determined to be miserable, no matter what the situation? 2. Do other people's opinions of you really derive from your own perspective? 3. If Jesus said the only real important rule was to love thy neighbor, why do people make such a big deal out of a few obscure, negative references to homosexuality? Especially considering that the clearest line speaking against it, the book of Leviticus, also condemns those who don't sacrifice a bull to the Lord every Sunday? Man, I've never sacrificed a bull in my life, let alone on a Sunday, when I just sleep in. God will surely laugh when I die, then. Aaand...at the bottom of the page. I took my first speed test today, jury charge at 40, and am pretty sure I passed. Ultimateness. Eric invited me to smoke a bowl a couple nights ago. In light of recent communication difficulties, I remember thinking to myself, "We are literally smoking the peace pipe." And still think it's funny. I have a woman-crush on this cute girl at the library named Jenny. She has ratty short dark hair, and big wet myopic eyes behind supremely unflattering (in that good way), but trendy, glasses. We exchange pleasantries and ill-disguised come-ons when we see each other, I with books in hand, she with scanner. I'd like to hang out with her and maybe kiss a little. Zak gave me a pearl armband this afternoon. I'm convinced I could start an organic man-glue factory. "So what do you do for a living?" "I milk men." |
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| Jul. 19th, 2005 @ 4:41 pm Dear Everyone: Freecycle rules. (warning: all bad grammar ahead): | |||
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Freecycle is this new thing on the internet where everybody just posts offers of stuff they don't want, and are willing to give you for free. The whole thing started in one city about 2 years ago, and since then it's grown like crazy, and there are thousands and thousands of groups across the country. Even DeLand has one! Nuts!
So, in the last week or so, I've acquired 2 queen bed sets and a headboard, (all piled onto one at Zak's) and am about to have a giant-size tent dropped off at my house by some people to whom I gave some blouses, a blazer, and a denim jacket for their daughter's birthday present. I also gave a bunch of videos, DVDs, and beauty-type stuff to a single mom who doesn't have much money. This truly rules. I like it because it seems to foster community. I talk to people I never would have talked to before. Some girl in Ocoee who wanted my edible body paints (in tropical flavor) (and the girl couldn't have been much past 15, judging by the spelling and caps lock) went out of her way to see if I could borrow her dad's camping equipment, which I have been looking for. It's just cool. It all makes sense. What's the use of moving out of here with a bunch of stuff I don't even need or use? It feels nice to give it to other people who can use it and who don't necessarily have the money to buy new. Like me, for some things, and the dude who gave us the beds. Really. Don't keep what you don't need and cut down on wastage. In the words of Chris Novoselic on many, many drugs and running around naked in someone else's driveway, circa 1989: "Cast away all your possessions like I have!" |
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| Jul. 20th, 2005 @ 10:45 am Little notes. | |||
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crunching super, "cheap organic cocoa cereal"
Saw an excellent movie at the Enzian last night with Zak. "My Summer of Love." Was highly intrigued by one of the previews for another movie playing there, "March of the Penguins," narrated by Morgan Freeman. It's a documentary, but done so well and with such a cool story it seems more like something in the vein of "Milo and Otis," (One of my favorite movies, btw)but with emperor penguins.
So many animals are just fascinating. Also, Zak's never seen a manatee so we're hoping to go camping in the Ocala National Forest in August, so he can perhaps catch a glimpse of one. I've found one of the most magical capitalist heavens on earth. It's called Sacks Grocery Outlet. And in the past week or so, I have passed all three of my 60s at school. (the jury charge is conjecture, but I'm pretty sure I passed; i.e., no drops and jury charge is much less worrisome punctuation-wise) So weirdly enough, Cameron came by the house the other night and gave me a book. It's called A Spy in the House of Love, by Anais Nin, and he still has chronic halitosis. I've actually been reading the book since Bright House finally discovered our purloined cable and disconnected it, and I like it. I like her idea that one person can live multiple lives, in one. It fits. I think Cameron still had romantic inklings about me. It's not going to happen. Because you see, I love hearing Zak tell me how he has to guard himself against my nightly blanket-hogging, and how he nudges me to stop me from snoring so he can sleep. I also like how he smells. It took me a while to isolate his particular smell, but now it's easily identified and snuggled. And his new bathing suit is hot. God, I'm gushing. Time to stop, for a while. |
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| Jul. 20th, 2005 @ 11:10 pm I'm begging you...don't talk to strangers. | |||
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Rick Springfield, ""You're seeing some slick continental dude!?""
geniusoflove17 (10:58:14 PM): Sigh. If I could turn back time... geniusoflove17 (10:58:20 PM): If I could find a way.. ASteadyBeat (10:58:49 PM): Then you would wear duct tape on your ass. geniusoflove17 (10:59:16 PM): Not just duct tape...$10,000 duct tape, designed by Bob Mackie. ASteadyBeat (10:59:44 PM): Hahahah. ASteadyBeat (10:59:50 PM): With matching ass tattoos. ASteadyBeat (10:59:54 PM): Buttoos, if you will.
...And apparently my next door neighbor makes a zine. Pretty cool. Never really talked to the guy before today, when I knocked on his door and asked him to help fix my bike. People are pretty ok, after all. And I'm excited because my bike is fixed and Allyson might be with us for an extended (read: week or two) sleepover in August. Woot! |
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| Jul. 25th, 2005 @ 9:53 am What kind of nerd posts by phone? | |||
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Current Music:
classy
I'm nervous about going into real speed class. Why? Maybe because I know it won't be so easy? But I've been bitching the whole time previous to now about all the bitching in my class, and how I wanted to be free of it. Ok. Enough complaining. I must go into Nick's class. And hopefully not have to be in there too long, for it is Michelina's domain.
In other news, I have major cat breath, am going to ride my bike wildly after school, and feel that 80's are attainable if I get over this weird fear and go sit in Nick's class. Plus, I hung out and talked with Brett last night (yay) and am moving in with Zak in a month. Less, really. |
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| Jul. 27th, 2005 @ 5:54 pm "Money junkie, what are you living for?" | |||
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lachrymose zither, "disconsolate"
After purchasing a few items at Whole Foods Market, an idea for a new slogan occured to me: "Whole Foods-For Healthy (and Now Considerably Less Wealthy) Gluttons!"
It has also come to the fore that I am madly in love with Almond Breeze Vanilla and need to move in with it instead of Zak. Sorry, Zak. Austin came by to brainstorm (or "thought-shower," for all you PC Brits) with Matt yesterday. We talked a very little. It was odd to me. There's a wall up. But it's ok; it doesn't hurt anymore. (Irena would love this colorful cornucopia of puncuation.) I'm so restless lately. Man. |
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| Aug. 1st, 2005 @ 4:50 pm (no subject) | |||
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List 7 of your favorite songs of the moment in your own LJ and then tag 7 others to do the same.
1. Pschedelic Furs, "Love My Way" There is...simply nothing better. 2. Van Morrison, "Everyone" 3. Ween, "Even if You Don't" 4. Paul McCartney, "Band on the Run" had the first part stuck in my head all during English class today.. 5. Diamond Nights, "Girl's Attractive" must see the lead singer do this song wearing ball-hugging pants and gesturing strangely almost certainly directly at you 6. Jeff Mangum, "Dream Girl" heard Matt play this on the guitar after Hurricane Charley and hunted it down. Zak is also obsessed. Awesome. 7. Summerbirds in the Cellar, "Strange Answers" heard on WPRK and foamed a little at the mouth. Went to see live and discovered that it's the only song of theirs capable of inspiring such things. Oh well. ANDDDD.... Instead of tagging you, I'll just leave it to your own discretion and sense of self-obsession, and put up a list of HONORABLE MENTIONS or TOP A.M. GOLD HITS OF THE WEEK: 1. Brewer and Shipley, "One Toke Over the Line" God, yes. 2. Looking Glass, "Brandy, You're a Fine Girl" *SWOON* 3. King Harvest, "Dancing in the Moonlight" |
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| Aug. 5th, 2005 @ 1:45 pm How do you make the umlaut? | |||
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Current Music:
bjork
Have you ever wondered if your life could take a turn like that of Andie McDowell's in the movie Green Card?
Well, mine just did. ;) |
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| Aug. 5th, 2005 @ 5:30 pm (no subject) | |||
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tempus fugit
Oh yeah and...
HAPPY FOURTH BIRTHDAY, LIVEJOURNAL! If my journal were a human, it would be walking, talking, potty-trained, and possibly reading by now. |
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| Aug. 8th, 2005 @ 1:34 pm (no subject) | |||
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Current Mood eric's ice cream
Current Music:
banana chips
Today I feel like I would have passed the 100 jury charge if only I hadn't written "inference" as "entrance" every time. Damn. Well, I guess one week doesn't make that much of a difference. It might even be better; i.e., I'll polish up on my accuracy a bit? Hopefully.
I read an article in the paper yesterday (at work, which is why work rules now) about how some people appear to be genetically disposed to thrive in spite of early trauma, and don't tend to dwell upon or heap blame upon their tormentors, instead focusing on their current drive for success. On the other hand, the other two-thirds blamed all their misfortunes, past and present, on their abuse and tended to fail at school, be arrested, have underage pregnancies, and overall just suck at everything. You liked that paraphrasing, didn't you? I couldn't help but draw some conclusions. Which I won't elaborate on at the moment. Why, you ask? Because I can do that. I've also been wondering if I'm genetically predisposed to be independent to such extremes that I could never be happy with one other person for the rest of my life, or if I just haven't found a good fit yet. If you listen to the movies and pop songs, you should expect to meet that special, perfect someone right around now and get married and have millions of babies, all the while safely ensconced in your cutesy suburban home picked from a catalogue, eyes averted from everything flawed. Sorry. Hindu philosophy suggests that you don't necessarily meet your soulmate in every lifetime. I'm leaning toward that one at the present time, but then again, I am only 20. I'm not bitter, I just like to think. |
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| Aug. 8th, 2005 @ 3:03 pm Attn: | |||
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Current Music:
where have all the cool girls gone??
A position has opened up recently for Jessica's Close Girl Friend and/or Confidant. Applicants should possess adequate conversational skills, be incredibly and refreshingly open-minded, enjoy horrible jokes about pirates and various plant life, and be well-versed in Cavalier poetry. Job duties include talking on the phone excessively, sleepovers, giggling about boys, and shopping at the mall. All interested parties shall submit an application to
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| Aug. 11th, 2005 @ 5:36 pm Heart all aflutter and aglow. | |||
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cheerfulCurrent Music:
Smiths
From phone conversation a few moments ago:
Jess: Yeah, I feel pretty confident about that 80 Q and A today. Zak: Man, I'm so excited! I'm gonna make you practice and stuff! God, that's sexy. |
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| Aug. 21st, 2005 @ 11:06 am Just a teaser... | |||
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Current Music:
aus der lieber!!
The events of yesterday really made me feel as if I'd wandered into a scene from some 80's college-summer-break beach comedy.
Ok, here's your teaser: Me, Zak, in a boat full of trashed, middle-aged Germans, pulling up to Picnic Island, German technopop blasting. I may have bit my tongue a little too hard trying not to laugh. |
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| Sep. 1st, 2005 @ 10:35 pm (no subject) | |||
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Current Music:
Megadeth
http://www.hurricanehousing.org
Offer a bed or a couch! Give all your beer money to the Red Cross, dammit! |
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| Sep. 8th, 2005 @ 10:03 pm (no subject) | |||
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Current Music:
red house painters
I have a funny feeling about this Ophelia business.
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| Sep. 11th, 2005 @ 10:25 am I represent Queens, she was raised up in Brooklyn. | |||
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Current Music:
ll cool j, "doin it"
Shall I move to New Jersey with Zak, and finish steno school there?
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| Sep. 20th, 2005 @ 10:39 pm Anybody getting married? | |||
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Effective Tuesday, September 20, 2005 ,
I, Douglas E. Hickman, Ordaining officer of the Universal Ministries, do Ordain, Anoint, Appoint, and Select you for placement into our Registry of Ministry. This means that from this day forward, unless you request to be removed, you are a minister with the Universal Ministries. This being said, we welcome you into our Ministries of Universal Acceptance. Please visit our Ministries Website at: http://www.universalministries.com/ |
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| Sep. 26th, 2005 @ 10:44 pm God, I'm such a slut! | |||
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Kraftwerk
Your Kissing Purity Score: 37% Pure
You're not one to kiss and tell... But word is, you kiss pretty well. Kissing Purity Test |
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| Oct. 5th, 2005 @ 4:12 pm (no subject) | |||
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I think Zak and I just broke up.
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| Oct. 11th, 2005 @ 7:49 pm Somebody totally just farted really close to me in the library. | |||
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Urgh.
So, shouldn't I still be in boyfriend-mourning? I mean even though my relationship with Zak hadn't been going well for a while, and our breakup was strangely cool and tearless? (on his part, anyway) I'm so in like-like with another guy. He's so sweet and gentlemanly, but at the same time not afraid to let me know he wants me too. I even have more than a passing feeling that he would take me out to dinner and not complain about the expense the next day. (a couple of times) We're going to cook together and go ice-skating and I'm mad crazy about him already. It feels weird because I just broke up with Zak, and he with his erstwhile Canadian girlfriend, and we've only hung out twice. I just have this thing with making up my mind about what I want, really fast, and going after it at a full trot. But this one is different and I have to be careful. I even bought shaving cream and shaved my legs. Gasp! Wow. |
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| Oct. 16th, 2005 @ 10:47 pm Revised. | |||
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Current Music:
marathon runner
Kissy kissy coco bop.
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| Oct. 18th, 2005 @ 2:30 pm Download this song. Right now. | |||
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wanda jackson, "funnel of love"
Wanda Jackson Lyrics
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| Nov. 2nd, 2005 @ 2:55 pm Hearts..hearts, yes. | |||
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Drew got me a cool avant-garde type plastic vase from a museum in New York and put daisies in it. <3 <3. Ok.
We also started to watch The Seventh Seal and had to interrupt it about twenty minutes in to do it. Don't you hate it when that happens? |
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| Nov. 9th, 2005 @ 11:32 am Hey, cool. | |||
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Is it ok if I DON'T get drunk to sickness on my 21st birthday? Maybe just ride in a swan paddle boat and have fun that I can remember later?
Should I have a 21st birthday party? Hmm. If it's here I can have Drew and Brett and Orlando people, but if I'm in cape coma at the time, there's no one better to have parties with than my nieces. Puzzling! Thoughts?? |
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| Nov. 10th, 2005 @ 9:27 am Yesss. | |||
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Current Mood Right.
Current Music:
funny, right?
Why is air a lot like sex? Because it's no big deal unless you're not getting any.
What do attorneys use for birth control? Their personalities. |
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| Nov. 15th, 2005 @ 10:26 am KIM!!!!!!!!!!! | |||
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| Nov. 21st, 2005 @ 10:07 pm (no subject) | |||
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 exanimateCurrent Music:
nice shoes get bleach spots snappily at Soprano's.
It's ten p.m. and I'm sad. How's that for a revolatory statement? Is "revolatory" even a word? It is now.
I will be in cape coma tomorrow evening at around five p.m., traffic permitting. And I believe there are still some virgin handicapped parking spaces to be violated? Please let me know. The wind is moaning outside and it's chilly. I wish the library would have a freak power outage so all these geeks would scram and I could curl up in the darkened womb of the tower all by my lonesome. I wonder if anyone will ever love me like Harold Godwinesson did Edith Svanneshals. If you recognize these names, kudos for being a history nerd. |
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| Nov. 30th, 2005 @ 7:47 pm (no subject) | |||
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Current Mood back scratching
Current Music:
sufjan stevens christmas albums
These are totally real Christmas songs, not like those crappy 50's-pop-cover-by-Mariah-Carey Christmas songs they play repeatedly at Publix. After listening to them I wish I could go out with Drew and hack away at a fallen tree to get our Yule log. And pull it in the house and light it and take the latter half of December off from everything and just play silly games and drink warm cider all the Twelve Days of Christmas.
This is what I wish it would be. No Black Friday shopping lines out the door at four a.m., no gift lists, no corporations or material greed or dreary work days and dreary mean customers. In short, no American Way or New Christmas Invented By Victorians Longing for Yesteryear, Rather Inaccurately. Dash dash, new paragraph. I moved to yet another new place: Tuscany Bay at 436 and Michigan. It's quite nice. Tyler helped, and gave his all when my mattress and boxspring flew into the middle of 436 from his truck. You should have seen him prance gaily onto the highway and lift my furniture gracefully from the asphalt like so many pillowcases stuffed with feathers. And then run like hell to avoid being run over. Props must also be allowed to Drew, who sacrificed the health of his right hand, and to my new roommate Dan, who bounded up and down three flights of stairs effortlessly, laden with my worldly goods, and who looked at me pityingly when I huffed for breath. It's a pretty nice place. This may be the first neat, male roommate I have ever had. No, the two are not mutually exclusive, apparently. We shall see. I am thoroughly enjoying sleeping by myself. Let me also mention the "lake" view. It kind of looks more like a retention pond with a shopping-mall fountain in it, but it beats the hell out of the: A: intersection of Virginia and Ferncreek B: stucco exterior of adjacent building C: balconies of many dudebros who light firecrackers at odd and dark times of the morning. I'm going to make pancakes for dinner. With maple syrup. Drew's having tuna burgers. (made with egg and millet puffs? I chose to just bring pancake mix.) So out. |
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| Dec. 3rd, 2005 @ 9:48 pm And karma deals me one to the solar plexus! | |||
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This is the part where I post some melancholy Pedro the Lion lyrics about breaking up and my heart shriveling, but I don't honestly know too much Pedro the Lion. Sorry, Jamie. And Matt. I know you like them too.
So today was shitty. And Drew and I are no longer together. Except still friends. Or, "still friends." I don't know how I'm doing really. I don't want to make a mad dash for greener pastures or talk to anybody, (except I do) and I don't feel a swirling void where my gushy emotions were. I feel kind of numb and lethargic. I feel unloveable. |
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| Dec. 5th, 2005 @ 3:05 pm Another Wanda Jackson gem to download posthaste, | |||
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"Fujiyama Mama." If you've never heard this song, please take my word for it and acquire, legally or otherwise! If you have heard it, then you know what I'm talking about. But that's not all from this goddess of song-how about "Cool Love?"
Now don't you give me that cool love (give me that cool love) Give me the kind I need (the kind I need) Let's start gettin' with it, baby You're actin' like a square to me (baby!) Now the clock is strikin' one And we ain't had no fun Just throw your arms around me And the night has just begun Now that's a little more like it (a little more like it) Now you're doing all right (doing all right) And if you keep it up, baby I'll see you tomorrow night (see you tomorrow night) See you tomorrow night (see you tomorrow night) See you tomorrow night (see you tomorrow night) See ya! Imagine the environment this song emerged to upon its release in the late 50's. Wanda Jackson, I love thee. I've been feeling a lot better about all things break-up and Drew, mostly due to the support of the people who love me. Yeah, you know who you are and I love you too. |
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| Dec. 7th, 2005 @ 3:27 pm Dear Morrissey: | |||
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I have forgiven Jesus.
Why is it so easy to become scarily obsessed with you?
Love, Jessica. |
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| Dec. 10th, 2005 @ 3:50 pm 21 next Saturday. | |||
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Current Mood joyeux
Current Music:
That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia.
Oh man, Kim, we're gonna roast vegan weenies and smores over my semitropical fireplace, and knit, and hopefully dance badly, and lots of stuff. I'm so excited!
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| Dec. 15th, 2005 @ 11:49 am I want one! | |||
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Current Mood vibralicious
Current Music:
more flocks of seagulls, as usual.
Girls Crazy for Harry Potter's Broomstick
Harry Potter A toy firm has axed a vibrating replica of Harry Potter's broomstick after mums complained their daughters spent too long riding it. Makers Mattel advertised the battery operated toy as having " a grooved stick and handle for easy riding" One mom in New Jersey, said "What were they thinking of?" Another in Ohio told how her 12 year old daughter played with the broom stick for hours. She said "She likes the special effects - so does her 17 year old sister." |
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| Dec. 16th, 2005 @ 12:05 am Like whoa, not since 2001. | |||
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Current Mood morrissey-lovin'
Current Music:
two entries in one day.
So today we had a giant, $1,700 order to the hospital. The doctors bought it for the nurses, I guess as a reward for putting up with their shit for the rest of the year. Half the order was taken this morning and the other half by Andre and me at 10:30, splitting the $100 tip. I didn't technically need Andre, since the nurses all wheeled down carts to where my car was parked, but I figured it was the nicer thing to share. I still got a $50 tip, which breaks my previous single-delivery records of $30/Waverly Lady, and $37/Josh and January's party, which almost doesn't count since they're friends.
And there was a fuck-up on my part, which sent Andre and I scuttling up and down the floors searching for a wayward salad, finding it half-eaten on the wrong floor, and redirecting it sans tomatoes, and somewhat gleefully, to Tower 3. There were also a couple Christmas cards we were supposed to give them and didn't, but what the hell are they going to care? They got their free food, who cares about the generic card adorned with doctors' scribbles? It all ended up being pretty funny. Oh yeah. We kind of forgot to give someone some salad dressings, which are still in the trunk of my car. Maybe I'll get them out before they stink it up. Or maybe I'll just go to bed. |
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| Dec. 18th, 2005 @ 11:02 am Allyson Chilmonik. Making Birthdays Special Since 1903. | |||
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Just making a list of fun that was had.
1. Attempted to remove king-size Love Sack from hallway of adjacent building. Drunken. Failed laughingly. Took pictures. 2. Learned that we suck at making real fires, even with dubious assistance of WD40. Bought starter logs, drunkenly. 3. Toasted marshmallows over said starter log fire, on knitting needles. 4. Bought baguette, cheap delicious Arbor Mist, and Boursin cheese to consume aboard a swan paddle boat. Swan paddle boat man not present at park. So snuck onto the amphitheater stage on a glorious overcast, drizzly day, ate lunch. 5. Found out that Lake Eola has all the most fantastic, photogenic signs, such as "No Adults Allowed in Park Unless Escorted By a Child." 6. Drove to Cassadaga. Got aura photo for Kim. Had tea and hot chocolate in the Lost in Time cafe, in the sweet old Cassadaga Hotel. Nice lady gave us the keys to go check out the rooms, though we did not sleep there. Drove around. Cassadaga really does give you a weird feeling. Like the whole place is an anachronism. But with late-model cars and charlatans in rayon skirts. 7. Came back to Orlando to get our palms read. (!) 8. Searched fruitlessly for Ethiopian restaurant. Um. Went to Ale House. Pretty good, actually. 9. Retired, accordingly. Watched Hedwig. Rocked out. 10. Burned Allyson CD to swing home her sweet chariot with. Going to work. Damn you, Molly. I could kick you because you were supposed to start working and I was supposed to be able to start going home at eight on Sundays. Then you drank a lot of beers and pretended to be in a coma. Now it makes working open-close suck more. Damn you, Bill, for also dipping out. You people suck! Soprano's sucks a lot less than other restaurants! Just try working, say, at Lil Anthony's with the Liz beast for a while and then you will cry and want to come back. Wimps. |
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| Dec. 21st, 2005 @ 11:56 am A Memorable Evening at the Gay Bar, Or, "One Person Per Stall-No Exceptions." | |||
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Current Mood christopher walkin'
Current Music:
van morrison, "wild nights"
-Which is the sign emblazoned outside all the bathroom stalls at Southern Nights, my hangout of choice last night. I was wrapping presents (finally), and had Noelle over for a bit when Paul, the head waiter and my new manager at work, called to see if I would join him and Cassidy later that evening for my special birthday shot. I went to Chile's with Josh first, and received a gift of nauseating green (the ONLY shade) China girl shoes from him. Perfect! For a night of bad dancing, that is.
We got to Southern Nights, which I had never been in past the front door, delivering some 'za. Tuesdays are Indie Nights with DJ Smilin' Dan, the same sweet man responsible for Sunday Night Vinyl and Sunday nights at I-Bar, basically the only place I ever showplace my horrid hippie dance moves. So this sweetened the deal considerably. We wandered around a bit looking for Paul and I got a look at the place. It's quite large and had a number of plush swivelly chairs in which to park your drunk ass when you physically can dance no longer. At last Paul materialized in the front, blissful trashed smile glowing on his jaw. First he hit on Josh. Then he Svengalied me to one of the bars and ordered me up a girly-lite, orangey-delicious shot from the bartender, who grinned and bounced the whole time like an ecstatic Japanese schoolgirl. Then he took Cassidy and I by the hand and led us to the floor. We took turns bootydancing on a shirtless and very homosexual Paul. He polished his advanced groove before our very eyes. I joked to Cassidy that Paul stole all the dance moves and left us with one sorry move to split between us. By this time I was already fully in my cups, with approximately ten to twelve sheets to the wind. Cassidy dealt with us admirably. After a time he steered me into the DJ booth to request a song. His friend Mike was running the lights and bouncing like an ecstatic Japanese schoolgirl also. Randomly, Mike asked me my sign and yelled, "YOUR PROBLEM IS YOU'RE COMFORTABLE WITH WAY TOO MANY PEOPLE! YOU NEED TO FIND SOMEONE THAT HAS MORE IN COMMON WITH YOU!" How true thou art, Mike. The song I requested? Not surprisingly, "Wishing" by A M-effing Flock of Seagulls. I love thee, Smilin' dan, who art like to a depressed half-Asian. Cassidy brought along a friend who was also named Jessica, who was apparently in charge of wallflower operations. I remember well the days of yore when shyness trumped the bad-dancing urge. Man. Two or three years makes a huge difference. I wanted to tell her that it's ok and most people are too busy eyeing the bottoms of their glasses to stare at you, but it wouldn't have mattered. She just has to grow into it herself. Or maybe not. Some people never will do anything like that. I can't lie- I feel sorry for them. Out!!! |
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| Dec. 22nd, 2005 @ 4:28 pm 2005: The Classic Hits. | |||
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Here are some of my favorite things from the past year:
Talking with Brett on the porch above his son's fort. Making a condom run for Matt at 3 a.m. Clearing out the weed patch with Miranda and planting a garden. Changing my own oil. Getting the neighbor guy to help me fix my bike- and then reading his left-hander zine. Driving across town in the middle of the night with Zak to find a non-public Jacuzzi. Sitting in it eating Ben and Jerry's and blowing bubbles while the summer rain fell all around us. Tard-dancing at I-bar. Tard-dancing at the vastly superior Southern Nights. Cassadaga with Kim. Quitting jobs and going to St. Augustine with Miranda. Starting to grow up. Psychic revelations from my Russian English teacher. Making whole-wheat bread and caramel apples and a fire with Miranda. Finding Hampton Cruiser outside the Dumpster. Holding hands with my mom upon entering the Wal Mart. The swings near my old house. Learning stick from the VW salesman on a drizzly Monday afternoon. The Aquabats! Singing along to Journey. Riding my bike around the hilly parts near Lake Shore. Seeing all the stars from I-75 and sticking my head out the car window like a dog trying to see them all. Walking in Drew's neighborhood and picking up trash like total nerds. The horses at the festival. Finding out that Henry VIII's favorite color is "Ped." Smoking out with Amour. Giggling insanely at black and white movie about aliens. Matt: Did someone leave the oven on? five minutes later Eric: Is something burning? Kim's drawing of a vagina reading the Smithsonian. starred review Lady at the Circle K offering me her mom's recipe for snickerdoodles. Stealing food and stoneware from the Radisson. Seeing my nieces for the first time in two year, followed by a predictably debauched evening of Striper Wives and fedoras. "Hook, why can't you take pictures like that for MY camera?" The pool across the street and sticking my head under the water. That fateful afternoon in Mead Gardens. Oscar. Trashed boatloads of Germans and the technopop they crave. Ransacking Kitty's room. And that skirt was cursed, I tell you. |
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| Dec. 26th, 2005 @ 9:54 pm My dad waited on Louis Armstrong once. | |||
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happyCurrent Music:
tripod chirping
And the guy didn't leave him anything for a tip. So remember that when you think Louis Armstrong is cool!
Speaking of celebrities, I spotted Gene Wilder at Target tonight. I'm having a pretty awesome Christmas. I got an electric guitar and a Chia herb garden. Plus some grossish liquor chocolates, a still-warm McDonald's apple pie, Pee Wee's Big Top, and a perverted tinsel tree that I'm going to set up in the apartment posthaste. Imagined roommate reaction: "What in the holy hell is that?" Will keep posted. Allyson also got me a vibrating back massager, which will probably actually get me up for school. ;) Plus I'm actually enjoying being here. Allyson and I WILL be going on a trip now, fo' sho'. |
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enter 2006
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| We must accept our reality as vastly as possible; everything, even the unprecedented, must be possible within it. This is in the end the only courage that is required of us: the courage to face the strangest, most unusual, most inexplicable experiences that can meet us... | |
| Jan. 7th, 2006 @ 12:45 pm Fun Time Engrish-Style! | |||
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Current Mood head cold
Current Music:
otis redding
Got back from Alexander Springs yesterday. Things to Remember:
Gimpy the Tent fake weed smoked in a user manual compulsory spooning tarot canoeing and nature's greatest miracle: my asscrack. pink shrooms making fun of raucous coughers in next tent over getting caught taking massive, pungent dump by one raucous cougher starter logs junk shop "Here's your caramelized onions." horseback riding: (on the phone) "Hi. Do you do trail rides? Uh..Good. Because we're kind of at the gate." "I watched you guys come through, stop, and reverse all the way out of the gate." "Oh." cooking a full, nutritious vegetarian meal on the propane cooker, in the dark. all the stars I'm tired and am probably going to begin making wassail for Josh and January's party later. Here are some pictures of our trip: http://www.flickr.com/photos/46315399@N00/ |
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| Apr. 30th, 2006 @ 9:57 pm (no subject) | |||
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contemplativeCurrent Music:
Dayglo Abortions
I'm back in Florida and punk rock boys are the only ones I need to date.
Death to preps. Dumpster-diving for bagels is a fine pastime. And I don't belong here anymore, but will stay until I have enough funds to carry on into the wilds of the North. |
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| Jul. 14th, 2006 @ 3:40 pm Yahoo Mobile Search returns no results for "i am so fucking high." | |||
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tired
And why is my dad subscribed to my blog on Myspace?
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| Sep. 21st, 2006 @ 8:35 am (no subject) | |||
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cheerfulCurrent Music:
Teddybears, "Punkrocker"
It feels so nice outside today! This cold front really makes it feel like we're in some vaguely unfashionable but comfortably autumnal state, like North Carolina.
Yesterday I drove to work with a block of Kraft Mild Cheddar stuck beneath my windshield wiper and left with a stuffed dolphin in the same spot. The dolphin makes a completely undolphin-like and frankly quite creepy noise when you squeeze his snout. In a little bit I'm headed over to Paul's so he can fire up the sewing machine and fix the grievous hemming error inflicted on my Mod dress by Erika and I. Phew, and I was worried about this Saturday. I've come out of this funk into a giddily happy state of being. Maybe it was the change of weather. There's this poem forming in my head about taking all the first-kiss fantasies in your head and narrowing them down to the one that actually happens, or the impossibility of doing so. It's gonna be sexy, y'all. Three words: white go-go boots. Or is that technically four? |
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| Dec. 8th, 2006 @ 10:07 am Strange end times. | |||
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contemplativeCurrent Music:
Chameleons, "Swamp Thing"
My dream last night involved a dish at Waffle House called the "Raisin Toast Concentration Camp," (raisin toast and eggs surrounded by a tall fence of hash browns) and press coverage of Prince William and his girlfriend, Kate Middleton, who wore very short skirts that showed off her patchy beaver every time she sat down or climbed into a limo.
The night before I had dreams including, but not limited to, a table full of trophies and a table full of vintage sodas with names like the Carnival and a pale-pink confection once enjoyed by Elvis. Somebody's mom was talking about bugging her aunt because she was about the only person living in 1968 who still didn't watch Get Smart. What does this all mean? I want to go to New York soon. If Zach moves back to New Jersey, I'll even have a free place to stay! Woot. |
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enter 2007
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hungry
I love my Daniel.
He sure does make the most delicious guacamole. |
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| Feb. 27th, 2007 @ 8:57 pm Two entries? Is this a livejournal revival? | |||
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nerdy
So one of our cats, Mai Tai, got sick of us comparing him to an actual cocktail because he currently has a straw in his side (to drain pus from an infection), and needs but a pineapple wedge to make him the perfect summery drink, so he's cast away that silly moniker and reclaimed his ancient family name: Blackamon, Duke of Fur!
Not one to be outdone, Barnaby immediately came up with this ridiculous title for himself: Barnabus Gaius Maximus, Seneschal of Cat Kibble for the Whole of the Roman Empire! (actually, we wanted to change Mai Tai's name because it's silly and so is the previous owner, and I love to give cats dumb names so much I just couldn't stop there. out.) |
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| Apr. 13th, 2007 @ 8:11 pm My newest adventure! | |||
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ecstatic
I'm taking a leave of absence from work lasting May 24 through July 24, and using the Fridays Passport program to travel through the country and work at different Fridays. I'm making a partial list in my head of places I want to go: Cedar Point, Ohio, Niagara Falls, New York City, Maine..not sure if I'll have enough time to head back to the West Coast, but we'll see. I'll be back down south by July 15, since I can't miss the Morrissey show at the Hard Rock. (hearts)
Yay! I'm so ready to leave town again for a couple of months. Also, Grindhouse is the most fun I've had at the movies in years. Go see it if you haven't already. |
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| May. 9th, 2007 @ 6:13 pm (no subject) | |||
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jubilantCurrent Music:
Amy Winehouse is awesome.
I am so excited to be going to New York in a couple weeks. I am even more excited to be doing it very cheaply, (how's $30/night accommodations, free parking, free Metropolitan, Guggenheim, and Bronx Zoo sound to you bitches?) and the opportunity to make money on this two-month excursion instead of running out way too soon. And I can't wait to go to the giant vintage-clothing and fake-designer-bag-hawking outdoor flea market in Hell's Kitchen. It now occurs to me that this post looks a little like an advertisement for some crappy sales firm that wants you to "live the big-city life, make tons of $$$, and sell our office-cleaning products! We'll pay for your flight and your training!" It is not. Mysterious? Hmm..
And thank god, there's no pain-in-the-ass, plan-obstructing, short-lived relationship named Christopher to keep me from doing whatever the fuck I want this time. Out! |
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| May. 14th, 2007 @ 9:34 pm found art | |||
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amused
This is what happens when you clean out your mailbox.
(circa early 2005?) The story picks up after the oracle has spoken and ships have departed to locate the pirates) Some people continued to mutter even after the departure of the ships. For, they said, even if the girls could be found, who could say that they would want to return to their native land? The chain of events forcing their exile years before had been a terrible scandal in its day. When it began, the two were but innocent waifs residing in the court of King Johnny the Good. Jess, called by some the Miscounter, was a royal courier of great speed and dashing good looks. Despite a troublesome habit of shortchanging herself, she was held in good stead and loved by all the realm. Lady Tasha of the Register was descended from an ancient and noble line of cashiers and herself worked in close quarters with the king each day, ensuring that the peasants paid their dues in full. Palace intrigue was her game, after hours. That era in time, before the Coming of the Beast, was a golden one. The serfs sang in the fields, trees groaned beneath their heavy burden of fruit, and everyone was happy. Except for one man. Schlomi the Vizier was a man of short stature and large ambitions. He had begun his life mucking out stables in the hides of a minor country thane, and through various means of intimidation and deception, had risen to the position of king's advisor. At the midpoint of life, he had everything a man could want, such as a a herd of 500 asses, in whose milk he bathed each morning, 75 golden pizza cutters, and toilets carved of purest alabaster. But he was not a happy man. His heart was shriveled and cold, and he spent his leisure time in the ass-bath dreaming up evil rumors about others close to the king, in an attempt to get them tossed out and win for himself an ever higher place. And this was how the trouble began. One fateful evening saw Lady Tasha humming and counting down the drawer, part of a nightly ritual before retiring to her stately quarters near the palace atrium. It was a night like any other, except for one troubling thought.Tasha had begun to notice strange looks from other courtiers in recent days. She attributed it to her new perfume, Eau de Ass Scent. Perhaps not such a good choice after all. Damn that peddler. She'd thought nothing of it until her entrance to the royal baths earlier that day had brought a surprisingly frosty reception. The other girls had quickly covered up and turned their backs to the surprised and hurt Tasha. This was very strange, because Lady Tasha was popular among the courtiers and had many friends of both sexes. Oh well, she thought, I did dash off that provocative note to Sexy Mark the Groom earlier. A good dose of old-fashioned hetero sex should be enough to gloss over a shitty day. But it was not to be so. As she finished up the night's work, a snotnosed young page sidled up with a note. "For you, my lady." Oh good, she thought. Feeling much better already, she broke the seal and began to read. But after a moment, her expression changed from anticipatory to horrified. She dropped the missive like a firebrand and sagged against her abacus, despondent. Mark had accused her of illicit pleasures with Jess, the royal courier! Had said the whole court knew! Had refused to hook up with her behind the stables! Though Tasha knew the rumors held no truth, in their land any reports of lesbianism held great danger for their objects, as it was punishable by death. She rose with new purpose. Quickly turning out a note to Jess, who at that time was vacationing in the adjacent kingdom of TooJay's, she warned her of the impending shitstorm. Fixing it with the Great Seal, she managed to rouse a sleepy junior courier and convinced him, to the tune of many silver coins, to leave with the letter immediately. She then rushed to her apartments, hurriedly tossing together clothing and a few necessaries for an unanticipated trip to her country house. She had decided to lie low for a while. ----in the next installment: Jess rides in! A great battle! Exile! Then the current time frame resumes! Exciting! Stay tuned. |
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| Jun. 17th, 2007 @ 3:07 pm Poll | |||
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curious
So what would YOU do if you had, say, done research on ancestry.com for your relatives because you are adopted, found out who they were, and then found out that your great-grandfather estabished a Kiwanis scholarship trust in his wife's name, that doles out $28,000 a year to 14 deserving high school graduates in the Harrisburg, PA area?
http://www.harrisburgkiwanis.org/Awards%20Banquet.htm Dammit! Other interesting Jess facts for the record: My grandfather was an Ivy League graduate, architect and member of the American Institute of Architects, Washington, D.C., and published a fascinating college textbook on Current Techniques in Architectural Practice? http://product.half.ebay.com/Current-Techniques-in-Architectural-Practice_W0QQprZ2074686QQtgZinfo My uncle was a newspaper photographer. That's just the maternal side. Ancestry.com, you rule. But only for the free 3-day trial, because I am not paying $80 a month for that shit. |
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| Aug. 11th, 2007 @ 11:28 am (no subject) | |||
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Hey, happy belated birthday, journal! You're six years old now.
I like my new house and making $800 a week. Please keep it up, tourists. I want a new car and a trip to Europe. Make it happen, you watery-eyed, grease-guzzling Brit bastards. Make it happen! |
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| Sep. 1st, 2007 @ 1:28 am (no subject) | |||
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 mellowCurrent Music:
on a bike ride.
I've been in a pretty excellent mood lately. At least two huge factors of my stress are completely gone. It puts a girl in a cookie-baking kind of mood.
Last night I dreamed about Austin for the first time in years. In my dream I was holding him and wiping sweat off his forehead. Hm.
Why is everyone having babies lately? I'll have to take a big old raincheck on those, myself. Nooooo, thank you, anklebiters. You can keep the stretchmarks and distended vagina lips, too.
Yeah, and I finally broke down and got an Ipod. The turntable and receiver just don't make the grade when it comes to toting music on a bike ride.
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enter 2008
| Apr. 5th, 2008 @ 6:43 pm List of good shit. | |||
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chipper
Sewing, dancing, going to the beach, slurping gigantic frozen margaritas with good friends, FFF for free with Sarah, confidence, more than enough money, moving to Portland in just under three months.
First week of April, you have been fantastic. Love and kisses, Jess. |
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| Apr. 30th, 2008 @ 5:19 pm (no subject) | |||
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 thankfulCurrent Music:
manfred mann and his earth band
I have the biggest crush, thumping and pounding along right under the front of my bra.
He'll wear one of my flower-print dresses while me and the strap-on make love oh so gently to his rear.
There IS a god.
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| May. 7th, 2008 @ 1:24 am (no subject) | |||
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contemplativeCurrent Music:
jamie's cryin'
There's nothing quite like telling a boy you think you're gay to get him off your jock at the end of the Radiohead show.
She was so enraptured, and beautiful. |
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| Jul. 4th, 2008 @ 4:15 pm (no subject) | |||
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determined
We're here...my new home- Portland, Oregon.
:D
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| Aug. 21st, 2008 @ 12:01 am (no subject) | |||
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contentCurrent Music:
violent femmes
Ah, if only every night could be filled with naked punk rock strippers pulling dollar bills out of my cleavage with their teeth.
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| Nov. 13th, 2008 @ 5:59 pm (no subject) | |||
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happyCurrent Music:
james brown
Remember: you and I standing on the street corner last week, slowly backing out of a lip-smacking Laffy Taffy kiss when the person stepping up on the curb looks and says, "YAY for SMOOCHES!"
Even if things don't last, and they probably won't, I'll remember you as the best one yet. |
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enter 2009
| Jan. 25th, 2009 @ 9:12 pm (no subject) | |||
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calmCurrent Music:
The Swirlies
Oh, yeah, btw:
flying to London with Meghan on June 16! We're hoping to catch a cheap one-way to Athens, and from there bike northward to Amsterdam. And camp. And maybe work a couple organic farms along the way. It's going to be pretty badass. |
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| Apr. 5th, 2009 @ 10:48 pm Springtime | |||
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calmCurrent Music:
the replacements
It was the warmest afternoon of the year so far, a little breeze stirring the grass, birds tweeting sweetly in the walnut tree. You were cutting my hair in the backyard, and my chest was almost caving in from the pressure of being so happy and in love, in the spring.
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| May. 28th, 2009 @ 5:03 pm Sitting on the porch swing, watching the bikes roll by. | |||
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contentCurrent Music:
John Lennon, ""Oh, Yoko!,""
Portland in the summer is so incredibly beautiful..blue skies, warm weather, no humidity..the effortlessly blooming roses in everyone's yard and hipsters taking wardrobe cues from Mad Max and drinking PBR at the Florida Room (the latest trend seems to be carrying a sheathed knife slung sexily around the hips, mmm)..yes, these days are happy ones.
We're leaving early Monday morning- my sweet darlin' is taking us to the airport and no doubt seeing me off with an epic smooch. Comment with an address if you want a postcard. |
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| Jul. 21st, 2009 @ 10:19 pm (no subject) | |||
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awakeCurrent Music:
Sebastien Tellier, "Roche"
Portland, I'll be coming home to you so soon..and from 5,000 miles away all your flaws are clearer to me than ever, but here you are creeping beneath my sheets at 6 AM again, and I still love you. We can make it work..canΒ΄t we?
Goodbye for now, Europe. Berlin, youΒ΄ll be seeing me again. Bet on it! |
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| Aug. 3rd, 2009 @ 12:26 pm (no subject) | |||
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Current Mood rueful
Current Music:
Stereo Total, "L'amour a 3"
I probably should've just stayed in Europe.
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| Sep. 19th, 2009 @ 4:48 pm (no subject) | |||
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Current Mood zexy
Just got done with my very first fashion shoot at Holliday Park...fun! Got my makeup and hair did, and got to wear all manner of pretty things that I could not normally afford. It was a little strange for me to realize that it was more traditional fashion than I thought, and though this is Portland, all the other models were teenaged, tiny, and shaved. Also my vision is still a little blurry- possibly from a fiercely-wielded eye pencil, possibly from being commanded to gaze longingly straight at the sun to make the perfect shot. But it worked out nonetheless, and in a few days I'll have some sultry, steampunk-y photos to share with you all.
For now, a quick trip to the Deli to snag one of those amazing vegan chocolate cherry cookies Chelsea made. I'm jealous, but not too much so. |
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| Oct. 30th, 2009 @ 10:28 pm Muffin | |||
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Current Mood reminiscent
Current Music:
Magnetic Fields, ""Josephine""
To the one who always picked out the best and brightest free store shoes for me, who oh so nonchalantly swiped a laundry basket from Freddie's so we could go sledding near PGE Park after Snowpocalypse '08..I miss you tonight. The wind's keening, but it's snug in this bed, and I wish we were sharing headphones and playing all our favorite Lilith Fair songs from the 90s. We'd hold hands under the covers while you shift and pop your ankles every few minutes. One of us will move the covers and all my pent-up stinky farts will sneak out, you'll wrinkle your nose and ask me what's wrong with my ass, and then we'll laugh and you'll kiss me with those fat Steven Tyler lips that swallow mine, and I can feel your adorably crooked teeth just behind. When we go to sleep, we'll spoon for a few minutes and then peel away and flip over. At least once during the night you'll wake me up either by kicking me or yelling lispy obscenities from your dreams. I'll sit up pissily with half a mind to put a pillow over your face. You're sweaty, brow knit, mouth hanging open over your crooked teeth that make my heart contract and then expand, bigger than it ever was before. You look like a retarded baby. And then I remember that we're in love.
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| Nov. 27th, 2009 @ 11:21 am (no subject) | |||
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excited
December 3 cannot come soon enough!
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| Dec. 3rd, 2009 @ 4:29 pm Dreams never end. | |||
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 tired, sick, and sad.
Cannibalism To see cannibalism in your dream, symbolizes a destructive and forbidden desire or obsession. In a literal sense, cannibals consume people's lives, along with their energy. This dream may then denote an aspect of your life (career, relationship, children...) which is consistently draining your enthusiasm and vitality.
To dream that you are a victim of cannibalism, signifies that you feel that you are being "eaten alive" by work, a relationship, or a situation in your waking life. Fighting Vampires I need to know why I'm dreaming of fighting and defeating vampires all the time. After waking up from this dream I'm really tired. Please shed some light on the situation. Thanks, GM March 4, 2001 Hello GM, The vampires in your dream may suggest that you are feeling drained of your life energy and autonomy. In dreaming that you are fighting these vampires, is a literal depiction of your daily struggles with keeping things in order. You may be suffering from exhaustion or feeling overwhelmed in some aspect of your domestic or personal life which explains the tiredness you feel when you wake up. |
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| Dec. 6th, 2009 @ 9:59 pm Better.. | |||
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 impressed
Who would've thought that not only would Whatchoo Need?!? take off business-wise, but also be a source of a job at one of the swankiest restaurants in Portland for me and possible hot dates for both of us?
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enter 2010
| Jun. 22nd, 2010 @ 5:14 pm (no subject) | |||
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rejuvenated
Y'know, I really couldn't have asked for a better time to be fired.
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| Sep. 24th, 2010 @ 10:42 pm updaaaaaate | |||
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Current Mood businesslike
Current Music:
Paper Route, "Empty House"
I am now co-owner of Dumps(,LLC): A late-night food cart in downtown Portland that serves Russian-style dumplings both traditional and fusion. And That's What's Up.
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| Dec. 17th, 2010 @ 2:26 pm (no subject) | |||
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 loved
Indulged in some preliminary birthday festivities last night by sitting on my boyfriend's face while eating Kraft mac n cheese, and watching the season finale of Paris Hilton: My New BFF.
He really meant it when he said today was my day to be a princess. Aww! |
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enter 2011
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 nostalgic
It feels like the end of an era. Thank you, house, for hosting my second child/teenhood. In many ways, you were the perfect place for my belated incubation, a big messy nest for my obsessions and tantrums, ecstasies, sorrows, loves, and misfortunes. I wanted to buy you and fix you up. If I ever walk by to find you torn down and replaced by more Bike Centric Eco Flats, my heart will surely break.
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and all this time i thought you actually listened to me on the phone...ah!! you @#$%&!
HAHA!! but, after all, tis only the first time ive read you're little journal, and the first time ive seen so much written about little moi!
geez...well, it is not the last...muu-hahahaha!!!
Noelle was almost a year younger than the rest of us, and Canadian. I think it was me who brought her into our friend group after inviting her to sit with us at lunch, though she ended up being closer to some of them than me, so who knows. We also had science together. Later on in this story she will save my life. Shortly after, I will be talked into betraying her.
Back to the science class: For one assignment, we paired up to build a two-story model haunted house with a skeleton moat and a roof that lifted off to show the rooms with their tiny oil paintings and furniture. All the other kids made shotgun shacks out of popsicle sticks. Our teacher gave us 200 out of 100 possible points and asked to keep it. Noelle doesn't remember building this house at all, but she's an artist and always making stuff. We're still friends.
All of our words remain as they were: evidence.
This is freaking great!!!
excellent. ass-twitch achieved.