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Aight, I am now sane and composed enough to talk. It's the fifteenth, guys. And at 6:20 this morning I logged onto the Puget Sound website. And you all were proven right. I'm in. I got accepted. I cannot express the complexity of my emotions in type.

And now I have a ton of other things to plan.

TODO LIST FOR THE WEEKEND:
1) Finish Rose's pres-net
2) Return necklace
3) Sleep
4) Library Books need to go home
5) Spend gift certificates
6) Clean room and Feng shui-tize it with my new book. (::I hate me:: LOL)
7) Create and order laptop
8) Car. Something. ANYTHING. As long as the interior changes. Good grief.
9) Oh. And, uh...figure out what that flashing warning light on my dashboard is trying to tell me.

Went to the city museum with Ms. Batgirl today. Rose, have you ever considered shopping for your hat there? You should check it out, yo. They's got tons. Anyway. We had a smashing time and I didn't get stuck anywhere this time around. I did, however, make my head bleed. Well, I assume so, cuz I have a scab now. Whatevah.


Ah. Time to go let four days sans h/w seep in. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

The road to Hell is paved with the bleeding corpses of those you killed to realize your dream Griffith-san, desu ne?

I feel very optimistic today. Finals are almost over. Tomorrow I can stop freaking out and annoying everyone about college (i.e. move on and start fully freaking out about leaving all you guys.) It will be interesting tomorrow. Between finding out if I got in and going to the City Museum, I think I'm gonna be a nervous wreck. Or at least verrrr high-strung.

I'm so relaxed. I came home and felt kind of nasty and gross for the second day running so I hopped in the shower with me downtempo playing in the BG. I shaved and did all that girly, dumb stuff like plucking my eyebrows. I hate doing it, but I always feel so much TIDIER afterwards. I also took pity on my hair and conditioned it because it was looking pretty fried. So here I am, all relaxed and smell-good. And now I have to go mmze the last three lines of hiragana for the final tomorrow.

My New Mantra

"If I can make it until Thursday at three when the mail arrives, I will be sane forevermore."

Le first day de finales reales.

Well. Sort of. Argh, lost all will to write.

.::EDIT 3:16 PM::.

Well, after a lot of reading and a short nap which was interrupted quite oddly by a phone call asking for Rose's whereabouts I feel ready to tackle the massive amounts of studying in store for me. Though allow me to mention in passing that the Heavenly Body's bodyfriend's voice is odd and unlike him over the phone. Nicer, maybe? Not calling him un-nice!!! I have no idea how to explain it, but I'm not sure I'm happy I got woken up.

Where is Rose, anyway? It seems like she's forgotten every plan she made originally today. It's ok, cuz I didn't really have time to hang out with her anyway. Plus, I am not about to get upset about previously-made plans.

The blog fever has spread. Now SK has one. What have I done?!! LOL...yes. I have shown a good and obnoxious thing to the world. Of course. What else would I be good for?

Now to the original topic that I clicked the damn link to type about in the first place:
As Rose was putting half of an amazing, 1/3 potency rum cake into my back seat today, she said something that struck me as very fitting about my car. "Is it just me, or is the trash receding?"

It was the "receding" part that got me. It was like in that one little word she had summed up the fact that my car has a mind of its own, and I have no control over it. The trash creeps out its tendrils, takes over, then recedes, fades...yet it always returns. And what the hell is up with the dashboard? I dust that bastard weekly. It really amazes me.

BooDAWG!! (Don't ask.)

Well, I think I did simply smashingly on all of my tests today. Though my hand is sore from too much writing. Geez, it's US History AP all over again. ((Never look back!!!))

Hmmmm. I have to work tonight, so I desperately need to be studying for my math final tomorrow AM, but I also desperately need a break. The sad thing is, I also desperately need money, so I can't not go in. Yes, I'm desperate, ok? Shut up already. XP

Ok, ok. I also admit to feeling pretty confident about how I'll do tomorrow. All I really have to do is take notes and learn how to do one type of problem. I'm all good for the rest. But...my Reg final....that's another story. I really should have taken notes, you know? But that's ok, I'll just suck it up and get what I deserve. Speaking of, that Peg paper I did the night before/ the day of? Got a B. LOL. I didn't expect such niceness. I also got a B on my math test, which is as I expected. B's in math are good for me. I usually get high C's. =( My one weakness. Heh. Besides soda. And the list goes on. My one weakness.

Also, I hear from Biker that the ASSt. final is incredible hard. Plus I have no more of the worksheets we need. I fucked myself over in that class. I am such a dumbass sometimes (for some reason I just typed "dumbass" as dambadd )...

Alright. I should go do something else that may evolve into studying/ changing for work/ cleaning my room....

fuck me.

.::EDIT::.
Wait, one more thing. I was standing in the kitchen carving up a chicken for dinner when in walks my husband Wilbur in a jealous rage making myself a sandwich and wondering about that odd sucking noise coming from behind me. I then realize that it's Mini-Fam, my almost four-year-old little cousin...sucking away on her paci. She's also holding a bottle.

So here's a shot out to Fam:

DO THE WORLD A FAVOR AND MAKE YOUR BRAT GROW THE FUCK UP.

...says the pissy 17-year old who doesn't want to go to college. Grow the fuck up. Right. Take your own damn advice, hey?

MMMMM. I dunno if I can take this all-day studyTHON. However, I have made massive amounts of progress. Simply massive, what. All ready for whatever the Wicked Grammar Witch throws at me on Monday...and I have more spanish train/car vocab drilled into my head than, well, quite possibly brain cells. Still, I have to go over airport vocab and camping/sports vocab. And try to remember the sequence of tenses. And sleep.

And, possibly, prevent my head from exploding. Ah well. Whatever else happens, at least I uh...have no clue how to end this sentence.

One of my little idiosyncrasies? Yes, I always want to spell sentence "sentance". Oh yes. Because that's how it is pronounced in my hometown. Just like my run-in with "nucular" bombs. You know, since they're "nukes", they have to be "nucular". "Nuclear" would be too, you know, right.

::sigh:: Where have all the cookies gone?

Ah. I woke up at 10 and immediately got started studying for finals since I have to work tonight. And tomorrow night. And Monday night. It's ok, tho, cuz I can get a ton of stuff done this weekend. A.K. evidently was going to offer to trade me Monday night for Thursday night, but I don't wanna, cuz I'm a) busy Thursday, and b) I'd be working with D-Rick. Moron. So Monday it is for me!!

::Sigh:: more to talk about, not enough time. I'll try to edit this on the next break I allow myself.

EDIT 12:56 AM.

Yeah. A.K. took over my Sunday shift, so tomorrow I can do dat studying thang. I'm uh, gonna go crash.

Annoyances 3:4

So a kid, around 19, signs up a new account. He decides to rent Sled Storm, and then never comes back. Well, ok. Gord left a couple messages to return the game, but no luck.

Eventually the young adult phones and says he returned it. Uh-huh窶ｦ That's right.

So Gord forwards the account to collections.

One day a few months later this lady walks in and starts yelling about how Gord sent her son to collections and ruined his credit rating so now he can't buy a car or stereo or something.

Gord points out the obvious point that he stole a game and is a poor credit risk.

Then the mother throws the game on the counter and says that the game is now back and I have to fix his credit.

"Ma'am, first off, the game is destroyed. Look at it. Second, I've replaced the game already so I don't want it back. Instead, I seek the money for my cost on replacing it and the late fees he owed. Third, your son claimed he returned it. "

This just sets her off. Something about how it's not her son's fault that he stole the game.

"How is it not his fault?"

"Because I brought it back."

"That excuses the original theft and lying to me?"

"It's not his fault he lied and tried to steal it!"

"Might I ask whose fault it is then?"

Anyway, she starts yelling some more about how her son is never going to rent from Gord ever again. Gord points out that was exactly his point and that he had already closed the account when it was sent to collections. So she stormed out.

The Gord often wonders why people threaten to never come back after they've been told never to return.

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I remember a few customers' mothers who were oddly like this.

Excerpt from the Book of Gord-- Annoyances 2:1

For those of you who don't know Gord, he is the owner of a small non-chain gaming store somewhere in what may be Canada. WHat makes him so special is that he's actually allowed to tell the customers what he thinks....cuz it's not like anyone will fire him. I worship him. I want to someday be in a situation where I may emulate him.

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"Do you have any used dual shock controllers?"

No I don't.

"Yes you do!"

I do?

"Right there!"

Those are the controllers for the demo machine.

"And right there!"

Those belong to the rental units.

"Just sell me one of those."

And what would I use for rental machines?

"You could open new ones for those. "

Uhm, no.

"Why don't you have any used controllers?"

Because they usually only come in with a used machine. As such, I sell them with the machines.

"So sell me one of those."

And sell the machine with no controllers? That'll go over well.

"You don't want my business!"

How about I sell you something I have in stock like a new controller?

"I'll take my business elsewhere."

Would you mind? I would appreciate that.

Happy Birthday, Stephen Hawking!!!

I woke up late today, and expected it to suck from then on, but I actually had a really good day. My hair spiked right for the first time all week, I got hot cocoa for breakfast, had fun in Japanese and Astronomy, ignored the profesora and wrote all hour, managed to convince The Wicked Grammar Witch I had done my reading even though I'd had no idea we had homework, bugged some new people at lunch, learned how to make danishes 6th hour

(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!),

and started laughing really hard at Da LDB in math class. Why, you ask? Well, he was really sleepy, so every time I looked over, his head would dip forward, then jerk back again, then slowly sink foreward, then jerk back...for 10 minutes!!! I finally started laughing so hard he woke up, so I kept on hitting him every few minutes to make sure he wouldn't start doing it again. It was, in a way, absolutely horrifying.

Also, I wore two new shirts today: A black taffeta wrap top, and a light blue button-down. I did the layering thing cuz I figured it would be cold. Also, I had no idea until I got to school that the black shirt was barely visible...so I walked around all day with my "bra" showing. LOL. Only I knew I wasn't being a skank. It was nice, in a way. HMMM. I may have to re-think myself.

::sigh::

Damn template just removed half my sidebar.
But, cutty-pasty fixy all-y!


Well, I finally got the CSS profile done. Fam was supposed to do it while I was at school. Well, I come home, and of course she hasn't, cuz she has been "busy". I asked her if she napped today. She said "yes", and didn't seem to get the point. I wish I could renege on all my promises and sleep all day, too. She has given me hope for my future. "Note to Self: spend my 30's sleeping!!" Yes, that will do a lot for me.

I should go to bed and catch up on me sleep-y, but I have a CD to karmically endorse before I hand it over to its new master. Unlike this anonymous person I do test drive my presents to make sure they won't kill the givee. ::hmph::

Future plans

1) college
2) buy a horse house
3) get a fun... ... ... fun job.
4) open cafe with Ms. Batgirl.
5) get real ambition. ((ha))

New Flavor Added!!

"Shakespeared"-- the best british breakfast non-brits can buy.

New Flavors

"Sweet Fuck"-- comes pre-sugared. More thrill, less work. You know you want it.
"Apricot Fuck"-- For those who enjoy things a bit fruitier.
"Fucking Hell"-- Headache? Drink this! Caffeine enhances the effects of pain-killers!!
"Fuck You"-- We packed a little something "extra" for the ones you don't love (or the ones you do, if you're sadistic.)
"Who's Your Daddy"-- Gives you that extra clarity you need to tackle some of life's bigger questions.

And, because every other company has a PMS tea line now:

"He's Just a Dude"-- Ladies, drink this, and please, don't beat him up when he says you're being moody.

Sad thing is, I actually want to do that tea thing. And I now have a partner in crime. More flavors soon to come.

This college thing should just get its ass over and done with so's I can relax and drop all my classes.

Fam and financial aid don't mix. Really. I get the feeling that we'd get along a lot better if I wasn't taking her money.

My life sucks. I don't want to go to college, I don't want to get up and carpe the fucking diem anymore. My job sucks, too, but I like money. If I could just find a nice job that had no people. Maybe I should plant some tea trees and start my own company. I could call it, oh.... Buy My Fucking Tea or Die Incorporated. It'd be great-- I could market to all the other angsty, shallow teenagers out there who feel just like me.

C'mon. You know you'd buy it just cuz it'd have "fuck" on the label. It'd be a great stocking stuffer! In flavors like:

"Stop Whining"-- A relaxing herbal blend to make you shut the hell up and stop pissing off your friends
"Intravenous Caffeine"-- Because if we made it any stronger, it'd be illegal. Syringe optional.
"Get The Hell Out of Bed, Punk"-- Haven't written that paper that's due first hour yet? Chug this, baby. You'll never blink again.
"The World Hates You"-- Just admit it, drink my tea, and get over it. No one cares. Except me, getting rich off your emo gullibility.

I am laughing really hard right now. Oh yes. It's really sad.

That last entry is not going to cut it. I've had a kind of sucky night, and I want everyone and their dog to commiserate with me. Now, bitches. Do it.

Shopping at the mall was fun while I was there, but now I have more proof that I can never tell when Biker is upset. And that makes me really sad! UNDERSTATEMENT!! How the hell am I supposed to fix it if I don't know anything is wrong!!? I absolutely HATE it when my friends are upset. HATE HATE HATE. I feel just as bad when they're upset at ME as when they aren't. In my stupid, fucked up little mind everything is supposed to be all perfect and stress free, and we all get along, and it's all kum-ba-yah and s'mores, damnit!!!! If I could change my fucking ideal, I would. It'd be a lot easier for me to sleep at night. ((fuck fuck fuck. Get the fucking soap.))

Also...Christmas depresses me. I thought I'd be able to not fall in the hole this year, but I just got done opening presents alone in the study. And all the presents were from people that don't really know me. Yes, it's the same old story. And yes, it's probably partially my fault. But I'm sorry if I can't just whole-heartedly forget my old family and adopt this one. They don't really know what to do with me. I'm just kind of t h e r e. My problem is that makes me feel really lonely. And I hate feeling alone. It's really scary. And every since I moved here I haven't managed to get over it. I love my friends. When I'm with them, I feel like I'm supposed to be here. But my family...they are so good at making me feel, always just slighty, out of place.

I really need a hug, you guys.

But don't give me one next time you see me. Because by them I'll be over it, and I'll probably just hit you for touching me. =D

=(

Of all the cool people I know, and all the great friends I have, I'm the last one I'd be jealous of. Every one of my friends have their own great qualities and their own quirks, and they don't need to be any different.

'Tis the season...

...for me to want to murder every last person who shares a drop of my blood. It may be because I just finished rolling and tying 50 one-dollar bills to cram in people's stockings. It could be because, yet again, my family is going to McDonald's for dinner. They absolutely REFUSE to go someplace I can eat so I can go with them. Or maybe because Fam told me to do a few chores, "for once?!" ::sigh:: So I told her I'd straighten, and I go out to straighten, and she did it already. So then I sweep the friggin kitchen, and she tells me later that I missed a spot. IE the FAMILY ROOM. Which she NEVER includes as part of the kitchen. Or, it could just be because she tore me from Ms. Batgirl's book and Quelnt's CD. I dunno. But, the house reeks of Unc's cologne, its chicken ramen for dinner, and I am a s p i s s y a s a l l h e l l.

Oh, FUUUUCK. And now they're pushing me out the door without letting me eat said ramen.

::sigh::

Satisfied with everything but my moronic tendencies.

Such as constantly making an ass out of myself via blog.

WHEE!!

I had a lot of fun with Quelnt tonight....even though I can't decide whether that smell is new shoe leather or smoke. Evidently standing upwind of him while he smoked was not meant to be. There WAS no upwind. LOL. Anyway. I was afraid that, since he had told me he was really shy, that there would be a lot of awkward silence and little conversation. Nope. He chipped in, he had opinions, and he didn't seem shy at all. Twas fantastic. However, he DID take the seat of power. GRRR. So I spent the whole night watching the people behind me in the window.

Ah, hell. I probably made an ass out of myself and he'll never speak to me again. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA-HAHAHAaaaaaa.....

Damnit. I can't remember whether or not that was supposed to be a joke. But now that I think about it, we had a convo about why I don't like guys to have any opinion about my physical features (It was relevant. I am not self-centered. Oh no, more worrying!), and I'm now afraid that I sounded arrogant. "Oh, I'm so hot, and it's annoying as all hell." When that's not what I meant at all. Nah. I'll just trust that he is smarter than that.

Great. Now I feel arrogant for TYPING THAT.

I DO NOT THINK I AM A SEXY BITCH!!! NGAAAAH!!

I also don't think I'm ugly. I am, hmmmm. Satisfied?

Mostly, yeah.

Sorry to all of you who read this.

TWO CONVERSATIONS

CONVO #1 (Me (Glo) and Biker)

Glo: Poor Quelnt. I'm being difficult.
Biker: ?? how so?
Glo: =D I'm me. Let's just say we're having issues picking a place for tonight.
Glo: LOL, and now we're discussing you.
Biker: me? y are you guys discussing me?
Glo: cuz you like Kaldi's.
Biker: i do! it's SUCH A GREAT PLACE!!!


CONVO #2 (Me and Quelnt)

Quelnt: well, there is kaldi's which is near you
Quelnt: fairly
Glo: yep. I've never been there, but I mentioned it once to my friend Biker and she almost died.
Quelnt: why did she almost die?
Glo: she loves Kaldi's. It was a joy thing. She dies of happiness a lot. Very bubbly. Wears lots of scarves.
Quelnt: hehehe
Glo: she's gonna kill me.
Quelnt: what, for going there?
Glo: no, for saying that about her.
Quelnt: i wont tell
Glo: I probably will.

Crisis averted. This morning I realized that I have to work Tuesday from five 'till midnight. However, I obviously had made plans past six. Well...I called up AK, who was on call, and she switched with me. So now I am on call. But MOD-sama is working, so he won't call me in. So it's all good.

Just spent an insane amount of time with Biker in the mall, but came back with five shirts, three pairs of shoes, and a ton of new earrings. All I have to do now is get new pants, but for that I'll wait until after Christmas, because I think I'll be getting a few gift cards to clothing stores. I desperately need pants, though, to go with my new tops. And well, I could use some new work pants, too. Yeah understatement. Sooner or later someone is going to notice that they are ripped. And it will probably be the DL.

Spaghetti tonight. I hope the sauce doesn't suck this time. And I wonder whether or not she'll be serving any veggies. I swear I am the only one who buys green leafy stuff in this house. Which is VERY SAD, because I don't really like veggies!! NGAAAAAAAH to them.

Man...my room is SO FILTHY. But I have about $30 in change from working on cleaning it, I swear. So in a way, it's not all that bad. I do need to get it clean, tho, so I can buy new plants and make my room all happy again. Since the Damily has said no to a freaking cockatiel, I assume I shall be getting myself a tank of fish. Well, I probably shouldn't, since I'll be going off to college soon, anyway, and knowing my luck my room-mate would have a fish phobia.

GRAAAAAA. I must admit to a few qualms about "meeting" Quelnt. No, not because I'm afraid he's going to rape me, like Biker says, because I have all faith in my ability to kick his ass if need be (no offense to him at all! I can kick ANY guy's butt!). Stop laughing. It's just that I have this thing about meeting new people. I am deathly afraid of new people. And new places. And I'll be meeting a new person in a new place...and despite the fact that I know (knew) what he looks like and I talk to him online...he's still new. Does anyone get that? Oh well. I'm not gonna back out and whine about it being too cold to leave the house this time, LOL.

And don't worry, MS-DJ. You're not new, so I have no problem with meeting you for some caffeine and catching up on old times. LOL. No, because then I can smile at you threateningly and you can wonder whether or not you'll survive the outing. Twill be grand fun, I say.

Well....I'm doing laundry, so I should have clean clothes by the time seven 'o'th clock comes around. Then it's off to see the Return of the King!! ::EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE:: I am such a dork! But I adore those movies! And I am pround so say NOT because of Orlando Bloom. And especially not Liv Tyler. Stupid thing looks like she's always on the verge of tears. It's annoying. I just like the pretty trees. And the horses. And the orcs. BWAHAHAHA, orcs. Mrs. Carmell, anyone?

I am so evil. But that image still makes me laugh hysterically.

All bets are off due to the amazing wonderful-ness that is Biker. Only now I am paranoid that EVERYONE is going to get it for me. Please no, SLAM. Please no.

HMMM. Well, my Christmas shopping is finally done. All I have to do is finish Rose's thingy. For a third time. Damn iron-ons. Also, I need to see if Fam is getting SLAM a present. Pres-net. And, well, now I am going to get mrs. batgirl a present (presnet). I saw something a while ago that I wanted to get her. So I'll order it and give it to her eventually. I was really shocked that she got me something since we haven't known each other all that long. It was really unexpected. And I guess it just proves how cool she is. BWAHAHAHAHA.

I have to work tonight. Well, active sell. So I'll be getting yelled at by grumpy shoppers/ feeding the monster. My only hope is that everyone will be out Christmas shopping and won't come to rent a movie. I mean, it's CHRISTMAS. Why the HELL aren't you all home with your families? That's what MOD-sama, who always works holidays, says to customers who come in. "GO HOME AND BE WITH YOUR FAMILY!!". Actually, working on holidays isn't always so bad. They let us put in music/ movies and have video cart races.

Yeah, you're right. That's pretty pathetic. < h u f f y > But it's still cool!! < / h u f f y >

So, who wants to bet me dinner that I won't get Clinique Happy for the seventh year running?

I have no memory of eating a pear on December 09.

I'm BAA-AAAACK...

Aaaaaaaaand, despite what you all say about my cough, perfectly healthy. Damnit. Listen to me. (Don't start. I hate you. (Yes, you know who you are. The one screaming "DOCTOR! ORANGE JUICE!!"))

So anyway!! I had a good week, regardless of all the make-up work, the lack of sleep, and the general melodrama that goes hand in hand with accepting the fact that people exist. Gah. Sometimes I feel that I am destined for hermithood. When I walk down the hall and want to murder everyone for just being there, I know I have some sort of unhealthy antisocial tendency.

Hmmm. The Japanese class had better be good tomorrow, because I am bringing them gummi, pocky, and some sort of fish-flavored snack. Uh, I might wanna re-read the package. We're having an eat food and watch anime "party", and I want to make sure there's actually food. Plus, Fam paid. Sort of. It was blackmail. She told me she's reimburse me if I unloaded the dishwasher. Ten bucks for ten minutes of my time. Hmmmm. I wish I had that kind of a day job. Well, minus Fam and the dishes.

I must admit to being a bit worried about Ms. Batgirl having access to my locker. Not only am I worried about what is going to happen in response to the paper mache carrot, but she wanted to steal my keys today because my car doesn't like her. Had they not been there when I opened my locker I would have spazzed out completely and never even thought of her as the culprit. And I have this sneaking feeling that she wouldn't have told me until after I was stressed beyond all reason. ((::raaaaaaa::)) Nevertheless...she might be wanting to watch her back if she plans on going through any doors near me soon. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

I know, I lost most of you. Allow me to reiterate: I don't write this for you, Random Reader. Yes, you. (See first set of parenthesis.)

So, uh...anyone want a cookie tomorrow? I, uh, am sure they'll be ok....despite everything.... ::heh::

I need to crack down and give this damn thing a purpose. I'm losing my "comedic edge".

1:30 AM

100.4 degree fever. 'Twas nice knowing you all.

Hee. Am all ready for Stage 2 of Ms. Batgirl Locker Defacement Project. Allow me to repeat that hee.

Alright! I'm feeling quite chipper! Which is bad, because I should be in bed because of school tomorrow and the like! Oh, I am so glad tomorrow is a day four. That means I've managed to go an insanely long time without having to put up with Mrs. Rancid Soup! ((Note to self:: Think of a better name for her!!))

Hmph. Am listening to Quelnt's music...and I just realized why that one song of his sounds like monkeys. ::sigh::

Enough rambling on to you, Mr. I-Won't-Come-Save-Wren-When-She's-Bored!!! Time to yell at Fro! Where ARE you! I'm bored! I need emotional...uh...I need emotions!!

And...I should probably go to bed. Chipper is not emotion prime for the me. Is it. You. Bastards...

AGH!!! Salvame!!!!!

Why Christmas shopping sucks

I've been surfing the web since I woke up at 10 AM today and I still have no clue what to get SLAM. Ah, well. Oh crap, or Fro! Damnit!! DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT!!! I was so relieved to have finally finished his birthday comic that I completely forgot I should get him something! ARGH.

Well, I do feel a bit better today, so I think I'll be able to go back to school tomorrow like I planned. I managed to eat a pear and keep it down...so who knows!
But, if I go back to school tomorrow, that means I must do homework. And I have a LOT of homework to do right now. I told myself I'd start it at noon, but I have a feeling that I will be putting it off- yet again... ::sigh::

Well, at least I can go type up my "academic resume" for Mrs. Useless. Then I might go play Pharoah.

Ok! My fever's down cuz I kept my pills down, and I feel like a normal human being! Only sick! With really icky bedhead....ok, fine. I don't feel normal.

Hmmm. Ya know, nothing eventful at all happened today. I got twenty hours of sleep...worried about what my rug would do because of my humidifier...

Never mind. I have nothing to write about. This day has been a waste. Damn fever.

WheeHee

I just may have poured myself an overly ambitious mug of tea. But I need to take more pills because my fever is coming back, so we shall see.

Oh no, hold on. I think I'm going to be sick again.

Alright. I may have to halve the mug of tea.

Well, I was gonna write in here because I felt better....but I don't feel better anymore. So I'll try for a third time later on.

Wanna know what one of the more unpleasant feelings in life is? Sitting at a computer and letting a fever break. ARRRRGH.

I've been asleep all day. Don't expect to see me tomorrow, either, you guys.

Yeah. I know. It's a nice break.

'Tis the Season

Well, I am sore and bruised all over. But I won the battle. At least I'll say I did. Except the whole fingerprint bruise thing...not cool.

Two interesting customers at work tonight. ((If I keep complaining about it I just might have to join the Blockbuster Livejournal Committee. Thanks, AK.)) I always have interesting little run-ins when I'm active selling (translation: feeding the monster). For example, I came up to this guy tonight and did the usual "Can I help you find anything?" He kinda grunts, but doesn't try to beat me with his movie, so I ask him if he's planning on renting more than one movie. He says yes, and I tell him about our giftcard promotion. He says no thanks, so I say, to kind of lessen the sting of me hitting him up for money, "Well, here's a coupon to get you a new release ren-" and he cuts in. "Look, go bug that guy, ok?" I'm kinda surprised, and I say "But sir, this saves you-" and he goes "leave me alone!!!" and storms off. And then avoids me for the rest of his visit. ((inner child sobs: They hate me! I was just doing my job!!)) But then he's obviously having trouble finding a movie, but refuses to ask me to help him, and I know better than to ask. Well, it turns out, that after fifteen minutes of him roaming around trying to find it, he asks D Rick if we have one in stock. The movie? Pirates. The location of the only copy in the store? My hand. Was I smug? Oh, yessssss. Did I give it to him? Nope. ^^

Situation two: Guy comes in, asks for Bruce Almighty. We're out. So then he does the "Please lead me around by the hand and pick me out a movie because I can't make my own choices" thing. Well, I show him the new releases, make my recommendations, and it was all ok, 'till the end, when he says "thank you, sweetheart" in this dismissive tone. He was maybe MOD-sama's age (23). Then, every time he sees me until he leaves, he winks at me.

BLEK.

Ok, I'm off to force Quelnt to get coffee with me. Punkass.

::IMMENSE SIGH OF RELIEF::

Secret Mission Weekend Project is complete! And, since I really doubt you read this anyway, Fro, I'm going to admit- Yes, it IS your verylate birthday present. It's done, I'm tired...and I'm also terrified you're going to hate it. Or, take it the wrong way. So I'll just have to warn you in advance that not all comics are supposed to be funny...so this is in no way a jab at you.

Hmmm. And, I just wasted my typing on that, since I'm gonna have to tell him that before I give it to him this weekend (or Monday).

I'm sad. I put something in Ms. Batgirl's locker, but it's not nearly as cool as Munch...and she can't keep it. But maybe it will pull through. She might find it interesting after all. I just think I'm in one of my super-paranoid-artist-who-is-aware-her-comics-suck mode.

Hmmmm. Do I have time to draw another one tonight? It needn't be NEARLY as polished as that ((damned)) birthday gift one was. This had better prove my undying platonic love for you, Fro. We're talking infinite <3's radiating from, uh...I guess the comic's karma. If you don't appreciate it, I'm going to make you EAT all the failed drafts. ALL of the failed drafts.

I'm lonely.

So, I'm gonna go unload the dishwasher and work on my Secret Mission Weekend Project. Part 1.

OFF TO BED EARLY!!! I RULE!!!

Well, Tiny One doesn't like my hair cuz she says it's too boyish. It's a good thing I didn't get the cut that was spiky all over, ya know? HEH. This one is nice. It's short, and happily so, yet not punky, which is what I wanted to avoid at all costs. And that, Ms. Batgirl, is why it may not be as short as you expected. However, if ya still wanna feel the kinda spiky back, feel free. (Just don't lunge at me violently.)

Argh. Fam just said something so strange it made my heart stop. "I'm not really making you do chores anymore, so just pick up after yourself."
Did Hell just freeze over? And, more importantly, in what way is this going to come back to bite me in the rump later on?

Thanks to the weather I cannot go air up my bike tires as previously planned....but I DO have the outtakes from Pirates of the Carribean, so I guess I'll just do my usual and sit on my ass all night. No rump this time. Oh no. When laziness is involved, it becomes ass. ((Yes. This is another brief lesson in espeekee my language.)) Good grief, I need to start dancing again so I can at least pretend a semblance of activity.

Hmmm. Oh, back to commenting at Ms. Batgirl! I'm so glad you liked the CD! That practically made my LIIIIIIIFE. AAH! ::eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee::

That killed my train of thought...I'm gonna continue debugging my computer...hmph. No offense, Puzzling One, but your profile bites. Stupid little spyware punkass programs trying to eat my hard drive and molest my eyes with viagra pop-ups....

Fanatical Procrastination Queen

A few quick notes before I type up that paper that's due second hour:

1) Fam AND Unc have new cars now, and I can't decide which one is uglier. I thought I hated the Durango....oh baby. Fam is now driving a silver, uh... Pacifica? It's some Chrysler model that's a cross between a PT cruiser and a minivan. Unc now has a "Crossfire"...whatever that is...it's white, and it's a mini meets a miniVAN.

I am SO ANGRY! They are feeding the monster!!

2) I get my hair chopped off tomorrow!

3) I need to go on some different medication. This one is making my muscles all stiff and cramp-y (no, not THOSE cramps. Idiotic males.) I think it's also breaking me out. &*%$##! This is why I hate medicine in gerneral and doctors in particular.

I feel the need to say something witty about my day, but nothing witty happened.

Damnit. I wish Fro was online. He'd appreciate the humor of my new buddy icon. Well, he had BETTER. ((Do you even read this, dude? Send me a sign!!))

BLOG SPIES UNITE!!!

ugh. You know you have senioritis when you no longer feel like BREATHING. After I fold the freaking laundry for Fam I plan on going into my room, writing more notes for my paper, defacing another journal, and sleeping until further frigging notice. BLEHK.

I had the best idea for Rose's present this year. We're talking penultimate inspiration. ((And you know she's gonna hate it. )) Shut UP, Toulouse.

Still have no idea what to get Fam. I am considering wrapping a big box of nothing up for her, tho. That'd be fitting.

I put MY list up on the fridge. I better get something from it this year. No more Animal Kingdom chess set fiascos. I will never leave the purchasing ideas up to them EVER AGAIN.

Was really tempted to write "GET ME A FRIGGIN BIRD" in pencil at the bottom of the list. But I can't see any positive outcome to that at all.

OOH! And I have to write out my Christmas List!!

My Revenge

I'm giving the Animal Kingdom chess set to the Chess Club. BWAHAHAHA.

Guess what I get to do tonight, boys and girls? Did you say write a WHOLE PAPER? Yooooou're right! But- It's on Soto Zen Buddhism, and I always say, write what you know...plus it's interesting as all hell.

"All hell"...that's an odd phrase.

JANANANANANANANANA BATMAN!!!!!?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAaaaaaaaaaaaa....

it's 6:30!

Nerdslut


What's your sexual appeal?



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.

cutty-pasty

http://kelly.moranweb.com/quiz/fairytale/

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.

Things I have found down my shirt:

(I have a scar from #45)
1) ice
2) spaghetti
3) peeled banana
4) cheerio-s
5) hot wax
6) jell-o
7) ice cream
8) tea
9) milk
10) sugar
11) fruit salad
12) tuna
13) spare change
14) money
15) paper wads/spitballs
16) vicious missiles launched by obnoxious young boys
17) snake
18) various lizards
19) wasp
20) baby opossum
21) puppy
22) kitten
23) un-invited hands
24) stethoscope
25) socks
26) underwear
27) broken seed bead necklace
28) beer
29) stamps
30) pencils and pens
31) hairbrush
32) bobby-pins, barrettes
33) cake
34) watermelon
35) smoothie
36) spoon
37) macaroni
38) lettuce
39) popcorn
40) sno caps
41) earrings
42) someone else's hair
43) lipstick/lipgloss stick
44) twigs
45) wolf spider
46) cheese sauce
47) soda
48) whole bag of M&Ms

The pregnant bitch is having a girl. La de fucking da. I hate kids, and I hate her.

Sorry. Typing Beowulf paper, and I do not feel in the least bit charitable right now. So help me God, I will bite someone's head off before the night is over.

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y ADEMAS!!
Now Fam is in the other room talking to the self-important RADIO GOD about what happened with my dog! Excuse me, does everyone need to know the whole fucking story!!? Let's juts broadcast it to the entire fucking planet, shall we? Next time Claire pisses the bed I'm gonna post it up in the neighborhood!! My God! LET MY ISSUES BE PRIVATE!!
I miss him!!!!

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Look! I'm rational now!

When the self-important RADIO GOD left I took Fam aside and asked her if she'd stop telling people the gory details of why Keely doesn't live with us anymore. She was actualy nice about it and I feel much more rational now.

Look! Poetry! ((QUE RARO PARA MI...GENERALMENTE PARECE QUE QUEJO AQUI MAS QUE HAGO POEMAS.))


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The waves pound relentlessly against unyielding stone,
but cannot break it.
I feel their frustration as I glare
angrily into her harsh, determined eyes.
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I am up at the front,
cucumber cool,
enjoying my 15 minutes of fame.
I can make them hear,
make them know.
Stage fright is a distant memory.
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I see the room as I walk in,
brimming full of stangers.
My stomach feels like it is trying to hide.
They all turn and fix empty eyes on me-
I, stranger to them, stranger than them.
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I found these in my old assignment notebook. Someday I'll probably come back and expand upon them.

Why Today Sucked

Fam manages to ruin my day even from however many thousands of miles away she is right now. She tells Unc bad news to tell me, then calls me to discuss it...and assumes I'm mad at her and hangs up on me...and then Unc says I should call her and tell her I'm not mad. But I am now; she's being ridiculous. And I probably am, too, but this is vacation, and I think I should have the option of keeping all my problems at bay until I'm there to deal with them.

Otherwise the day was fine. Seattle has the best seafood. And really creepy hotel lobby boys who stare every time I enter. And this sucks because all the decent internet service is in the lobby...right in his sight. And right now he's being chewed out by his boss. Nicely, of course. Poor guy; he's so young.

Second Post of the Day

Oh my God, I am so completely SOLD on the University of Puget Sound!!! You have no idea! Now all I have to do is get away from here so I can see all this with a bit more perspecitve, ya know?

Kay, off to get coffee. You know, when in Seattle...I swear, it's how they stay alive.

Here I am...On the road again...

And Unc is running late for breakfast!! AAAH!!!!

We are staying at the Best Western in the University District (wrong university), and he got me my own room, which is all colorful and it has a great bed wth tons of pillows and internet on the TV, which is what I am using right now. It kind of sucks. Th resolution is crappy.
Anyway, we also rented a white Thunderbird convertible and I am not leaving here until he lets me drive it!!!! Oh, I'm getting so spoiled. We flew up here first class. We had a three-course meal (complete with yummy fresh salad and tofu strips...) and the stewardess asked me if I wanted wine...I almost said yeah just to see what Unc would do.
This keyboard sucks.



Oh! Unc gave me the ok on having a senior trip! Now all I need to do is get Fam's yes. I'm not going to ask until December. Or maybe November.I dunno. Alright, now it's not letting me hit enter. Next time I'm using the computer down in the lobby!!

This is too pointless. Don't read.

Ah, I cool. I made a dentist appt, called a college, and made reservations to the Melting Pot. Today. All at once. Me....little Ms. Phone Phobia.

SoooOOOOOOOOO! Now I get to go do homework! Motivation. Yes.
This will fade in two seconds, I know. 4:27 PM

Oh, yeah....I felt it fade. 4:28 PM

LATER: Wanna see scary? Dude, go to Google and type a random phrase in your second language. Then get upset when you can understand the dude talking about sex and a book he still hasn't read. Then wonder why YOU never use "tal". 7:20 PM