mostly Spanish

Tengo un amigo que quiere hablar conmigo en espa?ol. Se llama Craig. Esta en una universidad de Alabama (un estado que tiene casi nunca profudidad... JAJA), y ello parece ser muy amable.

(I have a friend who wants to speak in spanish with me. His name is Craig. He goes to a university in Alabama ((Inside joke about profundity...no need to translate it... HAHA)), and he seems to be very nice.)


This might turn out to be fun. Have I possibly found my own Sti? ((Sings: "A sti to call my own...")) Wait, and I somehow twisting a song? NOOOOOOOOO!!!


I think I'm gonna sleep now. Bye.
:: Glo Paint 11:06 PM ::


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By the way, I never did get around to studying... oh well.
:: Glo Paint 11:06 PM ::

classic procrastination

I have a dilemma. Screw around all night and de-stress, or be productive and do some finals stuff? The more I do now, the less I have to do this weekend, but the more stressed and angry I'll be.

I have a dilemma. I think I'll watch TV while I decide.
:: Glo Paint 7:33 PM ::


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Still haven't decided. HMMMM, I should work on my story until I do.
:: Glo Paint 8:18 PM ::

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Now trying to find someone who speaks Spanish to talk to. Have been inspired by Mittens and Sti. ?Quiero un "Sti" para m?!
:: Glo Paint 9:20 PM ::


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AAAH, Jon just IMed me. Now I can't study, cuz I haven't talked to him in a while (ie- one week.) HEH.
:: Glo Paint 10:17 PM ::


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Currently talking to Vanya (or is it Vanja)? She is so VERY interesting...

:: Glo Paint 11:17 PM ::

trippy

Hmmmm, note to self- Don't listen to Lords of Acid when laying on a bed underneath a blacklight and staring at your fan which has been attacked by glo paint.

Understand why I feel all trippy?

once again left out by family

They bitch at me for never eating with them when they go out to eat. But they always go when I have no time to! I mean, they KNEW Rose was coming over to help me study for the Chemistry test I'm going to fail, and yet they ask me "Do you want to go out to eat with us?" They KNEW I was busy, so I told them that, and she says "Well, it's polite to ask." In other words, she knew I couldn't go. The next time they hold the "you never hang out with us" thing against me, oooooh, am I EVER going to bring this up.

They never even ask me when they go places anymore. Either they don't want me along, or they think I'll just say no because that's what I "always do".


Why the hell do I feel so bad about this? ((When will they start being nice? I can't do it all on my own...I only wish it was that easy. That way I could be whatever the hell it is they want me to be so they'd just shut up and be nice. And finally leave me alone so I don't feel like a worthless piece of shit anymore.))

:: Glo Paint 6:37 PM ::

two sentance post

Hmmmmm. I think school is finally slowing down. THANK GOD.

bondage mode again, lol

Fam bought SLAM a graduation present. Wow. SHOCK, SHOCK. That means she takes him seriously. ((...the hell?!!!!!!!!!!!))

I think I'll buy him handcuffs as a gag gift. Dunno what I'll get him for his real present. HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

another encounter with the 7th circle of hell

Well, that was a waste of forty-five minutes. I should be doing an essay right now, but thanks to the Fam Damily, I am in NO MOOD. She came home and griped, griped, griped, and then yelled at me when I got upset at her for doing it. So I told her why I was upset, and she twisted it and blew it out of proportion and has now decided that her entire being is worthless because "I told her so." And I thought we had been doing ok? HA!

I mean, is it so wrong to get upset when she tells me to clean the kitchen? So I do, and then I come in and find her re-arranging the dishwasher, and then bitching at me for not doing it! Is it so wrong to be kind of sad that the first words out of her mouth when she saw me were "I'm leaving, clean the kitchen, I swept the floor, you need to mop it." Then she leaves. No hello, no goodbye. No how was your day. Just and order and then her pissyness because I didn't do it good enough.


When will it ever be good enough?


((On a more ironic note, the evil disk that "guarded" my story is now being used by me as a coaster for my water glass. HEH. I hope it likes the water rings it's getting. Bastard deserves it.)


God, now I AM going to be up all night. Damn you, FAM.
:: Glo Paint 8:54 PM ::
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And if one bitch fest wasn't enough, she came in and asked me what my problem was. So I told her, instead of keeping my mouth shut and letting her whine. So then she said I was just like my mom. And then yelled at me when I started crying about it.

There's no one I wan't to be LESS like than my mother. Her bad qualities, I mean. God, that hurt. And she knew it would, too. And that makes it that much worse.
:: Glo Paint 9:14 PM ::


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I am in serious pain now. I, of course, got worked up, and started coughing really hard... and now my lungs ache and my throat is all raw and junk. My eyes are swollen, too.

What is wrong? The inhaler helps my breathing problem, but it isn't actually HELPING it. Get better I mean. What do I have wrong with me now? And why do I have this strange paranoia that it is in my head, and I'm making it up? I think its because people in my family have a tendency to do that. Maybe it is just stress from living with Satan and Co? All I know is that any time I get excited or upset...BAM! I can't breathe.


It's a dull ache, too. The kind that is most serious. But there is no way in hell that I am going back to that doctor again. Maybe I'll go to Rose's doctor.
:: Glo Paint 9:30 PM ::

darn

HMMMMM. Fam most decisively outlawed SLAM from going to Seattle. So that leaves everybody totally ruled out. I'm gonna have to think about this. Mittens does want to go. I'll have to ask Biker and Rose.
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no school

Ack. Dilemma. First of all, the car behind "my car" won't start, so I have "no way to get to school". This means that today is the day I play hooky and hang out with Fam and MiniFam. And work on the homework I know I have.

My real dilemma, though, is who to take to Seattle this summer. You see, I'm officially allowed to only take one person. But who? Abigale has already been, so I'll rule her out. ((Sorry babe)). Rose, Mittens, Biker, SLAM. Rose hates fish, Mittens is intolerant of cold, and I'm not sure how bad Biker wants to go. So that leaves SLAM, but Fam would lose her top if I asked...


Who, who who who WHO?!!!

good day+disk corruption=no longer good day

Well, my blog was all nicely updated this AM after I actually DID my chem homework, but the stupid server messed up and now I have to remember all of the interesting blah I wrote.
So, here goes!

About my dream... I normally don't remember them, but for some reason I remembered this entire one. Every single person I know (talk to) was in it. All I am going to say is that Brendan is in no way "my Jesus" like he now seems to think, Biker should never wear tight rainbow shirts, and God's little brother is scary. But, on a good note-I'm even faithful to SLAM in my dreams! Go me!!! (Wow, a big improvement since 7th grade...) ((aaaaah))


(By the way, when I put things in double (( )), it's what I'm thinking as I write this. Just FYI)


My dream last night was no better. I remember a lot less of it, but I DO know that I was watching and A&E documentary on the hardships and high competition in the porn industry... and how Playboy Bunnies are backstabbers who will do anything to get ahead... ((why? why? why?))


On to the new way to deal with Fam. Since the NLP failed a long time ago, I have come up with the New and Improved Fam Toleration Method (acronym: NIFTM)!!


Here's what it is, in a few easy steps:
1) Collect pillows and some sort of music
2) Find the most obnoxious place possible and get comfy: stretch out, cover as much room as you possibly can. Make sure it's someplace odd (ie: floor, hallway, stairs, front lawn, back porch, kitchen table, etc)
3) "Fall asleep"- this involves laying there and grooving to music. Just make sure you look thoroughly asleep.
4) Try not to laugh when they yell for you, look around, and then sneak off quietly whwn they realize you are "asleep".
5) Try not to laugh when they have to step over you to get from Point A to Point B.
6) Actually fall asleep.
7) Wake up alone in the house, thoroughly confused and wondering why your neck hurts.


Yes, in this way I manage to spend two or three hours out of the line of fire of my family, and I also catch enough sleep to have energy when homework time appears (9 PM).


Hmmmm, SLAM has only been gone for two days, can I be having withdrawal ALREADY?? Wow, this week is gonna SUCK.
:: Glo Paint 4:12 PM ::


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I feel ill.

The novel I was writing, that I have worked on SO hard... 300 pages are gone forever because three sectors of a disk are corrupt. And my backup files are mysteriously gone...


I'm gonna go throw up now. A year and a half of my life has now been made worthless.
:: Glo Paint 7:20 PM ::

all the motivation I lack

I had something interesting to rant about, but I can't remember what. OH yeah... my dream last night.

Only suddenly all motivation has failed me. So, I plan to go to sleep and then talk about all this after I finish my h/w in the morning. That, and my new method for dealing with Fam. =) It's not evil, just funny.
:: Glo Paint 10:42 PM ::

I need to meditate or punch someone

If I EVER hear the word "project" come out of Mrs. Roberts' mouth ever again I am going to get up, scream, rip out a large chunk of her hair, throw her out a window, and then look at the class and say "well, we all just got A's."

If you can't tell, I'm stressed out. Too many things to do, not enough time.

Prom was fun. Since I don't feel like talking about it/complaining about my life, I'm going to go manipulate people's lives/play the Sims-Hot Date. And then install my other three new games. Maybe. Or I could study for my Odyssey test. HAH. Yeah, right.

you don't know what a phoenix is. too bad.

Wow. If you want to see me pull a "phoenix"....long story... say this to me.
CROOOOOOT.

Not KRAUT. NOT CROTE. "oo" as in "boo".


CROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT.


ROFLMAO.................................
Picked up SLAM's tux today. He looks good. Dress fits right. All is shiny.


(((((crooooot. Oh Lord.....)))))
:: Glo Paint 10:17 PM ::

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No job.
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:: Glo Paint 10:19 PM ::

green does NOT equal turquoise

aaah. just looked at my last entry. aaaah.

YAY, so happy! Finally got my hands on the TV episodes of Vampire Princess Miyu! And they'e GOOD! Also cut Mittens's hair.... was the first time I'd ever done anything like that... and I did good! I'm so proud! Eh, and I dyed my hair green, too... not sure I like it b/c it was supposed to be turquoise. But oh well, it's temporary. Tomorrow I'll put blue over it and see what happens.


MMMM, Ethan and SLAM get along. Sports car for prom. Yay.


Just realized I spent entire day with Mittens. ACK. ((Cool.))


Might actually have job tomorrow. Patience is wearing out.


Woman of few words tonight. Must go play Pharoah. Then sleep. Have to be at work at 7AM tomorrow.

shoe?!

shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes.

I got some shoes, shoes, shoes...


Say "shoe" really long and drawn out. It is a funny word.


Then look at it. Doesn't it look oddly spelled?


Ponder the shoe. BE the shoe. You ARE the shoe!


Viva el zapato! (s?, the singular shoe.)
:: Glo Paint 9:21 PM ::

too shocked to explain

I didn't sleep that much last night, either. So I'm extra sleepy and completely miserable.

Not sure what just happened. But I do know it ruined my day. I hate it when they hit me with things out of the blue. God, I wish they wouldn't. I thought everything was ok...so now I'm really hurt. I'm really sad too, because I don't understand what the hell they think is wrong with me.
:: Glo Paint 8:51 AM ::

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Hmmm. New bathing suit. Fam bought it for me out of guilt for what she did earlier. It is purple, but not scary like old purple one that was left in hotel room. The old one was trying to expose as much of me as possible. This one is a bikini, but it is fairly modest. It's also cheetah print. Raaaaaaa.
:: Glo Paint 12:57 PM ::

sleep deprived

HAHAHA.... I barely slept last night... and so today... I couldn't quite function... and I think most people thought I was high. SLAM told me I looked like I was. Wow. I'm one of those people with the talent of being able to act high and look high but not actually be high. See, this proves what I've always said: I don't need drugs. I do just fine on my own, thank you.

I make stuffed shells for dinner tonight. SLAM is coming over to eat with us, and then we are going to watch a movie. Well, SLAM decided he wants to help me cook the dinner. He's so cute.


This weekend he meets Ethan (Biker's date) for prom, so we can make sure they won't kill each other. But that's after campus cleanup. I feel like Mittens and I had kinda planned to do something after, too, but I can't think. All I know is that Saturday night we go software shopping to get all we want for the new computer. I will also finally get me several DVDs I have been pining after.


Say this out loud "Pollito!!" and stretch out the vowels. (for those of you who do not speak spanish, it will sound like this: "Poooo yeeee toooo" because ll=y)
:: Glo Paint 3:25 PM ::

I need my own car keys

Rose made me feel shiny today. Not only did she use her monthly allowance of compliments up on me, (lol), but she also made it all better by using balls.

Lemme explain. Today I made a royal ass out of myself my locking the car doors with the keys running in the ignition... and my school stuff. So I felt really dumb, and was in a bad mood. Well, she told me to open my locker. SO I did, and was confronted by the smiley face beach ball. And the metallic shiny balls. And the bouncy balls. It was hilarious, and I felt shiny. LOL.


YAY.
:: Glo Paint 3:49 PM ::


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Finally got SLAM's tux. He's gonna look cute. =) HAHAHA, bow tie....
:: Glo Paint 10:56 PM ::

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Oh, I almost forgot. Sometime tomorrow, I go to the doctor. Cuz now it hurts to breathe normally.
:: Glo Paint 11:03 PM ::

Ahern camping, take 2!

Ahhhhh, camping. Or should I say aaaah? In all actuality, I am surprised that SLAM, Me, Rose, Mittens, and Mr. 7-7-7 survived. There was the rain, the truck ride there, the frickin vitamin D, clod the tree, the amazing collapsable dock (whoooooooooooops) and the symbolic marriage of the blushing bride to the earth to appease the storm that made Mr. 7-7-7 look like a wet cat. (He was pissed enough to be one.((RAGE!)) Add to that the profoundness ((profundity)), the ugliness, and the CH E E I I I K O O O U U UN, along with the trailer ride back... wow. How DID we survive? (Did I mention it rained?)

Ahhhhh, the fun. Yes, I hyperventilated twice...and Mittens decided the aire was out to get her, but hey, we had Pepsi, trees, and Allegra, so who cared? Still not sure where the rash and the horrible scrape on my foot is from, but hey, it was all part of the "adventure". ((But I wonder...))


Is this making sense? Cuz its really not supposed to...


Making a new CD. This one is titled Fuego. Ahhhh, more Karmic CDs.... Eighty Minutes of Fun didn't have perfect karma. I must make sure this one does. The Semi-Innocent Bystander is true tested and has grade A karma. Just ask SLAM. Oh, he's "mad" at Fam. LOL, only not. Don't ask why, cuz I won't tell. ((roflmao))


I should be working on my "code" of arms. Gee Whiz!! When will the frickin LEAFs be finished? ((And why did it have to be a fish?))
:: Glo Paint 8:52 PM ::

sickness and tuxes and friends, oh my!

Coughing worse today than yesterday. It seems as though the Allegra is not working. What is wrong with me? AAAAH, I don wanna go see the doctor. HAHA, as Biker says...the man in the white coat wants to help you. (Only this particular man just wants to put ME into a white coat.) Still, doctors= evil. You go, you sit and wait, and then they tell you to take Tylenol and drink a lot of water. I never get medication or sage advice. So why should I bother going?

SLAM and I get to hang out today. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
:: Glo Paint 3:11 PM ::


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When SLAM was over tonight, I noticed something. His acne is getting better. ::happy dance::

Also, my prom dress fits better. I was happily telling this to Biker when all of a sudden she went off on me and started bitching about how unfair it was that I could lose weight and she couldn't. It was really out of the blue, and not like Biker at all. And now I feel really bad again.


I help SLAM pick out his tux tomorrow.
:: Glo Paint 9:51 PM ::