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HEE. Yeah, I DO look good in glasses.

But funny- they don't mention that I hate my family!

Actually, no. NOTHING is adequate revenge for the animal kingdom chess set. NOTHING.

P i s s e d

Well, I thought SLAM and the Fam Damily and I were all gonna go eat when SLAM got here at 6:30 or so. Then we were all gonna go shopping or something.

Evidently not.

They just left. After telling me to finish my chores. Did not so much as ask if I wanted to go. Well, they asked WHERE I wanted to go, but when they decided that wasn't what THEY wanted they just left without me. And they say I never hang out with them.

THEYNEVERFUCKINGASK!!!!!

I am so angry at them right now. How the hell am I supposed to be a "good teenager" if they just leave me behind? No wonder they think I'm "distant" and "antisocial".

They should just let me have the fucking bird and then go on their merry little way with their spoiled brat devil child and their annoying, snobby friends.

She's looking for a new car. The Durango isn't even three years old yet. ::insert long chain of angry expletives:: And yet they won't buy me a new winter coat!! Well, by "they" I mean she. Unc wants to. That's why we were supposed to go shopping tonight.

And yet here I am, alone at the computer, working on some freaking stupid Spanish essay, bitter, and birdless.

I should give THEM a bird for Christmas. THAT should make up for the Animal Kingdom chess set.

Look! I exist!

::sigh:: I desperately am trying to convince my family to let me take in this bird. It's a cockatiel...and I want him. I mean, he's free!

::sigh:: School resumes tomorrow.

::sigh:: My Spanish homework is actually worth points.

::sigh:: I am so fixated on Jananananana's CD and the bird that I can't do my homework.

::sigh:: Unc wants BBQ for dinner. I do NOT want BBQ chicky....so I may have to backslide and eat pork. Sounds yummy, but what if I make myself sick?

MMMMMM, then no school tomorrow.

OK, pork it is!

Uh-huh.

You are Form 1, Goddess: The Creator.

"And The Goddess planted the acorn of life.
She cried a single tear and shed a single drop
of blood upon the earth where she buried it.
From her blood and tear, the acorn grew into
the world."

Some examples of the Goddess Form are Gaia (Greek),
Jehova (Christian), and Brahma (Indian).
The Goddess is associated with the concept of
creation, the number 1, and the element of
earth.
Her sign is the dawn sun.

As a member of Form 1, you are a charismatic
individual and people are drawn to you.
Although sometimes you may seem emotionally
distant, you are deeply in tune with other
people's feelings and have tremendous empathy.
Sometimes you have a tendency to neglect your
own self. Goddesses are the best friends to
have because they're always willing to help.


Which Mythological Form Are You?

Ah, such a good weekend. The family was gone, so I was once again able to pretend I owned the house and was entirely self-sufficient. HEH.

And other stuff, too.

ARGH. Just realized I have to work tonight, which means I have to get people to buy stuff. I hate that. Specially around Christmas. I feel like I'm feeding the monster.

Things that have been STUFFED down my shirt

(Not to be confused with my other entry about things I've found)

1) Quill pen
2) feather-tipped pen
3) blow gun and dart
4) books
5) money
6) someone's journal
7) spare shirt
8) umbrella
9) ice
10) pizza
11) kitten

Why are blackberries so GOOD?

What is the sound of one hand clapping?

((What is the sound of someone choking on their own karma?))

Track 8 on Radiohead's "Hail to the Theif" is too much when heard through headphones. It felt like little raindrops of sound were landing gleefully on my cerebral cortex. Straight through the skull. From all directions. Eventually it started hurting, so I switched the song.

It's like that Stigmata soundtrack song that through headphones has always sounded like ripping music notes. No, not notes on paper. If you could grab the ACTUAL NOTE and put physical, living form to it, then rip THAT....you may have an idea of what goes through my head every time I hear it happen.

I have come to the conclusion that if I want other people to stop using "gay" and "retarded", then I should stop saying "Oh my God" and "God damnit" so much. Fair trade, hey?

Use this to figure out what the heck I'm saying, si quieres.

AltaVista's Babel Fish Translation Service

LOL. It's by no means perfect, but it will give you a rough (and possibly hilarious) idea.

Y estoy enojada otra vez! Ahora mi tia tiene una hoja grande de quehaceres para mi. Tambien quiere se conduzco a el aeropuerto para alquilar un carro porque el suyo esta rota. No me digas.

Man, I need to stop this angry-spanish-ranting thing. I'm offending spanish-speakers everywhere with my crappy vocab. And upsetting ym friends, too. Sorry, Rose, I know you hate it. But it is m y blog. ^^'

Muchas veces quiero gritar esto a mi tﾃｭa:

Si te placas ni una cosa mas en mi cama voy a destruir t u cuarto!" Hay de mi, cada dia, cuando regreso a mi casa, hay cosas nuevas en mi cama. Y cada dia hay una cosa mas que esta rota! Es ridiculo. Necesito arreglar la problema AHORA.

Lo siento, he mirado la pelicula "el crimen del padre amaro", y ahora estoy pensando en espanol. Espanol malo, es la verdad, pero es normal para mi tener la fluencia de un joven que tiene cuatro an~os porque nunca he vivido en otro pais.

Sorry. If I wasn't tired and mad at myself for being up this late, I'd translate that for you.

WHY DO MY TOES HURT SO BADLY?

I have taken to wearing my old Army T-shirt with my maroon velvet PJ pants. I may be the only one who thinks it's funny, too.

HMPH

Well, last night after the musical (yay Courtney-san!!!) I got online, and uber-surprise, MS-DJ is online. He IMs me, too, and after we've talked for a while, asks me out to coffee when he's back in STL over break. Not a date, LOL, Rose, you remember him. He's funny and we talk a lot about Thoreau when we're hanging out, so I figure I'll grab some tea and chill with my old co-worker for a bit.

What Finding Nemo Character are You?


Whoa. I'm Ellen DeGeneres. WHEE.

::blush::

I made a royal butt out of myself at the GSA meeting today with Janna(nananana!). I swear I felt my hair grow paler and my eyes get big and empty and I had to supress stupid girly giggles. If I was an anime character it would have been the equivalent of me falling down the stairs and showing the world my undies. Well, maybe not, but it made me blush, which is rare.

So Janna: Are you going to see the musical?

LOL.

God, I am SUCH an idiot...I need to go find a hole and crawl right on in. =)

READ WEETZIE BAT!!! SOMEBODY!!!

what? Do I have to resort to force?!!

Still Tired.

::listening to Vita!::

Hmmm. I've figured out how I want to cut my hair.

So...Tired...

uuuuuuuuugh.

Despues del trabajo

Oh my God, the English language does not sound nearly scary enough to convey just how angry I am right now! I need to learn some serious German to get this across properly! Or Arabic!! Just read and try to put in as many harsh consonants and throaty noises you can, Random Reader.

So my night was going great at work. I had bought Soul Caliber II for $22, there had been no customers...work was done...it was all pretty relaxed. Then, five minutes before close this dude walks in with some ugly chick. They're both faux beach blonde and are wearing wrinkled scrubs. I tell them that we close in five and let them do their thing.

So they come up to the register and the guy looks at his wallet and says "Oh, fuck I left my card at home." (Yes, I admit to being slighty offended by the profanity since I didn't know him.) So I go "Well, I can use your ID if you've rented here in the past six months." He sighs and replies "no, I haven't, because I just moved back into town." And the ugly bitch didn't have a card. So I suggested that he call his house and get the number off his card.

Well, he calls, and it turns out that his car door is locked, so they can't get the card. So he goes "can you just use my ID?" And I try to explain to him that, no, I cannot, because we don't have his account and can't rent to him. He responds with "Well can't you rent me the movie now and me give you the card tomorrow?" Dummy can liiiiiiiiiiiisten...riiiight.

((Whoa, I do lots of "iiii"ing and "!!!!"when I'm mad, but almost no "spanish exclamation point"ing.))

Anyway.

I tell him no, the computer won't let me do that. So he glares at me and says "So you're telling me that there is nothing you can do to rent me this movie."
"Yes, sir, I am."
"Well, fine, we'll just go to Hollywood." (I hate the way customers pull this on us like we freaking CARE. Most of us are glad to pack their asses off to the competition. Here, have our rejects!!!)
"Well, I hope they can help you. Have a good night, sir."
He goes out the door, and is almost to the sidewalk, and I'm putting up his movie, when I hear him mutter "'you too, bitch."

I FLIP OUT. He called me a bitch to my back!!! Had it been to ME, like some "adult", not as he was leavingm, like a weak-ass little fifth grader afraid his mommy's gonna get him in trouble, I would have taken it better.

Well, I follow him out of the store and tell him we'd appreciate it if he permanently took his business elsewhere because he was no longer welcome at Blockbuster. Which I am allowed to do. And I said it politely, considering that I have moon-nail bruises from clenching my fists in readyness to punch his fat head...

Then he glared at me as he slunk off into his car...so I flipped him off.

Yeah, I know...but I was provoked. And I'm known to be patient and easy-going*, and he'd not a regular customer, so when it comes down to my word against his, I'll win. If the little fucker even tries to pursue it.

Then get this. Mini-MOD called Hollywood and told them two customers who were suspected of stealing were headed their way.

That was funny, but did not satisfy me.

And now I have to go write a paper. ARGH.

*with customers. at work. stop laughing.

Antes de la Escuela

ARGH. Fam just ruined somebody's birthday present with her "I'm just gonna run through and tidy things up a bit by piling Lilith's textbooks and shoes all on this one flimsy piece of paper that looks important." So now I have to start all over. Again. God damnit.

So...there are no takers on my "Read Weetzie Bat" campaign? Well, I'll have to step it UP a notch, then!

::points to passerby:: "Hey, you! Yeah, you! Look! If you don't read Weetzie Bat, I will never be your friend again!"
::stammers:: "B-b-but-"
::glee:: "See?! I knew this would work! You can't live without me, so read!"
::utter confusion:: "But I don't even know you!!!"
::anger:: "Think of the future!! Our friendship is at stake!"

Yes, that went well. READWEETZIE!!

AWWWW

A.K. is the most fantastic co-worker ever. Thanks to her I got to go home as previously planned. I will be more than willing to repay this favor in the future. THAAAAANK YOOOOOOOU!!!

Love the glasses, dahling. You love them too. I sense these things. (("They call it the Dark Gift...::stare into space::...and I gave it to you."))

Off to play Spyro for about 30 min to unwind, then on to studying for midterm and Japanese test!!

Doesn't my life "rule"? Why do you people even read this??

After School and Ordering Senior Photos (I know you want one)

Oh man....that's it. Pam is DEAD. I am no longer working these insane hours. ::sigh::

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

Yesss, feel the bitterness flow from the myriad "i"s....

After two hours of sleep

Oh, MAN....

If I don't get un-sick of my hair in, oh, fifteen minutes, all of you will be in MAJOR trouble today because I am tired and don't have nearly enough eyeliner on. Plus, we're out of breakfast-type food and I am about to be forced to COOK at 6AM.

((my karma could kick your karma's ass!!))

Yay, I'm finally tired. I'm gonna go crash for a little bit.

Today is gonna suck, I can tell.

I have to say goodbye to my dog on Wednesday. ::sigh:: That's gonna suck, too.

...or not.

No school on Friday. You will all be shocked to hear that this disappoints me.

::listening to Elliot Smith+Ween::

LATER

YAY! I'm gonna go to Tea Club Friday!!! ::happy dance::

ARGH, I really must do homework at some point....but first....TETRIS!!!

One upon a time in a land called Shangri-L.A., a beach-blond punk pixie named Weetzie Bat lived a life of surf and slam. But Shangri-L.A. can be Hell-A., too, and Weetzie wanted something celestial and sparkling to keep her safe.

So she made three wished and learned that love is the most beautiful and dangerous angel of all.

That's the intro to Weetzie Bat, one of the shortest and best (and one of my favorite-est) books ever. It's 113 pages and I just KNOW someone wants to borrow it from me.

Wow, dig the similarites, Jannatron!!

LOL, now I just need to see Ghost World. Goal of the week.

Why Work Sucks

Well, when combined with my family leaving so there are no children in my house to scream at 8 AM...work sucks because it makes me sleep in until 2PM on a Sunday, which means I'll be up until 4AM tonight. So I'll be off at school on a Monday on like two hours of sleep and pissier than I am right now.

And my hair sucks. I desperately need to cut it off.

This is one of those days when I have that urge to chuck the milk gallons again. OH! I haven't written about that here!

I had this dream a little bit after Halloween that involved me and Fam. It was Halloween and I was having a party and literally EVERYONE was there. Well, she comes in and starts yelling at me about where I parked my car (this is normal, even when not dreaming.) She wanted me to park it in the driveway, not on the street. The only problem was that HER car was in the driveway...so mine wouldn't fit (also normal when not dreaming). I tell her this and she starts yelling "I don't care, blah, blah, blah, do it anyway..." At this point everyone in the room is backed up in a corner and just staring. I go over to the fridge to get some tea or somethign and go "well, if you want me to wreck your damn car, I'll park in the driveway. But why don't you just move the ugly thing?" AAAAND she freaks out and starts yelling about how unmanageable and delinquent I am.

So I open the fridge, take out a gallon of milk, and chuck it across the room, where it explodes in a frothy, milky, oh-so-satisfying spray. Fam looks at me with deadly eyes and says quietly. "Oh, I know you did not just do that." I respond "Yes, I did" and send the 2% over to join the skim. =D

Luckily I woke up before she decided to punish/kill me. But then she came home and I was already mad at her because of a dream...and the rest of the day was not pretty.

Anyway. The moral of this story, boys and girls, is that that now I always have this insane urge to throw the milk every time I open the fridge. heh. And someday I'm just gonna give in, get a mop, and do it.

ﾂｿDe veras? No estoy seguro que esto tiene razon...

_____________________
4:30PM

Quick note before I go off to work. I just thought of a really great comic idea that involves my character Mary-Mary. So that's what I'll be doing in my free time tonight. YAY!! =D If I can figure out how I'm gonna start posting my comics here. That may mean I'll have to upgrade to the paying version...we shall see. I think it's only 10 bucks a year or some insane low rate like that.

Hear Ye, Here Ye

Hmph.

I am so offended with the world right now, but at least I know I hit my low point early in the day. Shall I humiliate myself further by actually typing out what happened?

Of course! Read on with glee, Random Reader!

Tiny One and I were at Bread Co...and well, I just had to get my I.C. Caramel. God, those things are the bane/boon of mt very existence. Anyway, they have those big straws, right? Well, I was talking, and I bent down to get a sip, and somehow ended up getting the straw wedged between my front teeth...
It hurt. And my pride is still whining about the blow.

We laughed a lot, tho. And hey, I don't need to floss anymore.

Ewwwwww, that's kinda nasty.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWN

It's 1:14!!!!!
Time to roooooooll outta bed and get "breakfast"....then shower and head off to work!!

UGH.

The Futility of My Life Astounds Even Me

Attabug's evil shoe has put my leg out of comission. He does not know this yet, however, because my machismo prevented me from telling him I had hurt myself while trying to kill him. (Hopefully he won't read this.)

Cannot get my comment system up and running. I need to hurt something....possibly my other leg?

Ok. Get this. In the training room in our Blockbuster one of the new employees drew an anarchy symbol. Think about that.

Blockbuster. Anarchy. Multi-million dollar conglomerate. Anarchy.

My conclusion? A wannabe anarchist is "rebelling" against the company he just sold his soul to.

Loser. Because srawling a symbol on a white board accomplishes a lot. You just keep on doing your thing, man...

Oh, and I DO mean "sell the soul". They make you sign MORE PAPERWORK and AGREEMENTS...

I'm out.

It's FRIDAY!!!!

Oh wow, the feeling of relief is IMMENSE!! However, I have to be at WORK in like 15 minutes or so... so the feeling is NOT going to last.

I had something I wanted to talk about. Why can't I remember it now?

::anime anxious face complete with sweat drop:: Heh. Just got my wardrobe off the floor and down into the laundry room...and no sign of my ATM card.

::ahem:: Would anyone care to donate to the get my ass to school cause?

. . .

Fine. Bastards.

_______________
11:15 PM (This means "later")
Well, I found my money source. So my bum will be able to drive my "new" car to school tomorrow. So you all will see me.
I chose my baby photo out of like the three I have. There was one of me in a frilly dress drinking soda out of a bottle...but I respect myself.

HMMM. I need to get to work on the SAFE stuff. And Ms. Secretary needs to start showing up. She may be awesome, but that doesn't mean she can skip. ::hint hint:: Yes, I really don't care. =D

Look! Using this handy little link, now you all can make fun of me!
well, I hope not, anyway. Keep in mind that I can delete-delete-delte! (and spell, too!)

more pretty piccys

I am truly passionate.

Find your soul type at kelly.moranweb.com.

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I Am Not a Vegetarian

2nd post

Yes. So I went and had dinner with Rose. We had a ton of fun. I'm so glad we got over whatever the hell kind of hole we (I) was in.

It's so odd to capitalize I. You know, I know of a few people who shouldn't give themselves that much credit. Some people are DEFINITELY "i"-types.

Also, according to Buddhists, there is no "I". We are all i. Even less than that. "i" is just an extention of everything. "i" is nothing unless shown with everything else. "i" is the pinpoint of everything that came before it.

Kind of like all those AIDS commercials.


...

See what happens when I try to be profound?? =)

Really, though, this whole Buddhist thing gets to me. How can I be the best at what I do like I'm supposed to if I'm not me at all? If I'm not different from the rocks and trees, why be me?

I just need to keep studying.

I am being very unlike myself today

In other words, I'm actually GETTING STUFF DONE. I just got done with half of my review for the satanic Pegasus midterm of doom. Also took my car to the doctor and mended half of its problems...and I have a PLAN to clean my room tonight.

Yes. You know your room is dirty when you need a frigging game plan. I do believe that every piece of laundry I own is somewhere in there dirty on the floor. WHich means I at LEAST have to do laundry tonight. ^"^

Heh. My ATM card is somewhere in there, too. And until I find it I have a) no money, and b) no gas. So I may want to get on that, since I'm on the last 1/6 of my tank...

I want to join the girls' lacrosse team.

I'm going to think carefully about that, considering how freaking "sports-compatible" my body is.

More later once I lose all this freakish motivation.

.::ZZ Top. Legs::.



HA! I bet you tried to click it, didn't you?!!!

Come One, Come All, Step Right Up!

Well, here's my blog, out of hiding by popular demand (ie two people)! Enjoy.

LOL. They finally turned the heaters on in school today...and sudden warmth makes me sleepy, so I crashed in Astronomy today while Yates was lecturing on solar eclipses...he saw me fall asleep, and when I woke up, glared at me.

So as I left the room after the bell I turned to him and said "Fascinating lecture, Mr. Yates."

I don't know why he still acnowledges I exist despite my best efforts to keep it from happening. As delinquent as I am in his class, still he persists.

But by the end of the year I shall have one, oh yes. MUA---ah, it's not worth it.

::ahem:: And by "have one" I obviously mean "have won". I am so ashamed that this is my first language.

((Eat that, Mrs. Walters.))

Captain Obvious

People are not pretty when they cry. They are pink and ugly and snuffly and snotty with puffy lids and red eyes.