the thin line ver. 8.0 - hybrid rainbow

when people run in circles
Friday, November 19, 2004
04:54 a.m.

yeah, yeah. I haven't posted in almost forever. so sue me.

I just watched donnie darko. saddest movie I've ever seen. I wanted to cry, but crying twice in one week (and in front of people, even) was out of the question. but really. I'm quite depressed. I don't wanna give anything away, not that anyone who reads this hasn't seen it, but if you don't wanna know what happens, skip to the next paragraph. anyway, it's not just that he dies. it's all the stuff he'll never get to experience. sure, what happened to him wasn't great, but there were some good itmes. and now he'll never have them. or wouldn't get to have them, if he were a real person. it's just a movie, gotta remember that. I love him, though. I totally would have went with him. it's a shame. but it was good, and I need to buy it. cuz there's nothing better than a good depressing movie. except, perhaps, good depressing music. I also must buy the soundtrack.

on to other news, the other day at work sucked. but we've all heard about that. the moral of the story is this - don't ever be good at anything. or if, like me, you can't help but be good at things, don't let anyone know that you are good at things. cuz if they find out, they will expect you to do these things you are good at, and do them well. all the time. with little to no recognition for it. and they will only use you when they need your talents, and to hell with you the rest of the time. case and poitn - work. I had to stay the whole day and trim the inside of hats even though there were two other girls there in the afternoon. the only reason I had to do it was because I was the only one they could trust to do a good job. now this is all very well and good, I like money, and extra hours mean extra money. but I knew that when the next day rolled around I would be screwed out of doing whole days the rest of the week because those other trimmers would be fine to do a regular job. I just don't think that's fair. why should I only get work when no-one else is good enough? I'm twice as efficient as they are. and not only that, but at least twice a week they also feel the need to use me as free tech support. my boss actually says "could you take a look at the computer so I don't have to call [name of that guy who fixes computers who is sooooooooooo on my list] and pay him all that money." yeah, I'll look at your computer. if you pay me half of what you'd give him. I'm a trimmer, not a free computer fixer. if it weren't for the fact that I hate that guy, I would say these things. but I'll take any chance I can get to screw over people I don't like. but yeah, never ever tell anyone you know anything about computers. just sit there and stare at the pretty glowing monitor as blankly as they do.

my sister punched some kid in the stomach at school the yesterday for messing up her art project. I wish I could go back to school and be more like my sister. but only in some aspects. like punching people. and speaking up. telling thouse morons what I really think of them. cuz really, what are they gonna do about it? watching her being all in high school and stuff has made me realize how quickly I've become detached from that world. the littlest things are a crisis to her, and I find it almost impossible to remember how it felt for something so small to mean so much. I'd like to go back in time and tell myself that it really doesn't matter if your pants or a little too short or that you wore camo on the first day of school and everyone thought you were a nutjob. really. who are those people you go to school with? they are no-one. what difference should it make what they think? none. they don't matter. nothing in high school means anything after high school. not only that, but the freedom of not being in school has also made me forget. I can't imagine having to ask to go to the bathroom. or being told where to sit. or having to pretend to take someone seriously who is really just so stupid... I dunno where I intend for this to go. it just makes you think. all the time and energy you put into something that ultimately means nothing. it's jsut a shame I can't string together coherent sentences and make this make more sense.

I'd like to leave you with a thought, though. why do they make the foam part of headphones removeable? all that does is give them the tendency to fall off. I guess you could argue that they are able t be removed so that they can be washed, but I don't know what you'd be doing with headphones that would get them that dirty. so why not just make them attached so they don't fall off and get lost? is it really too much to ask?

I don't like nirvana Monday, August 30, 2004 07:12 p.m.	link of the moment
thing that is not fun #45 - waking up alone in your bed in the middle of a dream in which you are having hot sex in the shower. thing that is not fun #32 - not having a computer for a week. ...at least the computer is back.

::wants an iced latte::
Sunday, August 22, 2004
11:54 p.m.

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I dunno if I've ranted this rant before, but I was just reminded of how much it ticks me off. so if you;ve heard this bit before, feel free to skip it.

...but boy do I hate singers who don't want their song lyrics posted on the internet. I can understand them not wanting their songs available for downlaod on the internet, but lyrics? what are fans gonna do with the lyrics that is so awful? record their own versions instead of buying the real thing? highly unlikely. some of them want to force you into buying the cd by printing the lyrics on the insert. well guess what? it's not working. I'll just sing along with the wrong lyrics to a cd I burned after downloading all you songs out of spite. so there.

oh, and while I'm angry, on friday I went with the awning hangers to measure a deck roof for a canopy. we drive out to the middle of nowhere which is nice cuz I am still getting paid. so we drive up this long, winding, forked driveway to a rather large house. we're standing there waiting for the guys to unload the ladders from the truck when my mum leans over to me and says "there's a pool in there". I don't believe her, so I lean over to look in the large glass wall. sure enough there is a pool inside. complete with diving board. and patio furniture. and a balcony over the pool. uh huh. yeah.

so we get the material up onto the roof and the woman comes out. well no, she comes to the door and slides it open. she stands there and watches the guys screw in all six of the fasteners to the deck roof and then, when they are finished, says "oh, we actually wanted them out a foot from the house. you're going to have to fix that". and every time one of us would step near to the open door she was standing at, she'd slide it closed. like we were gonna attack her or something. heaven forbid she should come in contact with the hired help. oi. I hate people. if and when I become rich, I am not going to hire people to do labor at my house. I'd be far too ashamed of myself, watching them sweat trying to put up a canopy so I don't ever have to be in contact with direct sunlight while I watch them safely from behind my sliding glass door in front of my indoor swimming pool. or if I do have them over to do things, I'll be nice. I'll serve them lemonade and cookies. or help them get everything measured. or at least move my copious amounts of deck furniture so no-one trips over it.

arrrrrrrrggghh.

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making new website. the front page is up, I am working out the many many bugs. if you find a problem, report it to me immediately. it's the current link. go there.

raaaaaaaaaaaaargh.
Wednesday, August 4, 2004
03:07 a.m.

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this is an entry of complaining. if this does not interest you, I suggest you just skip this one.

I am so bored. I was all motivated to work on the comic, but I read the comic write-up and saw that it called for two people to be behind the counter. when I designed the turkey hill background I only left room for one person behind the counter. if you have seen the turkey hill background, you know that it is a rather complicated thing. if you have seen the turkey hill background photoshop file, you know that it is at least 10 times more complicated than it appears in the comic. so there was no way I could just add on to the side, I would have to do it all over again. so I went to look at my turkey hill reference pictures and found that I had only taken photos of the side of the counter I had already drawn. this completely killed my comic motivation and all other motivation I might have had. so all day I was very bored. I was so bored that even all the thousands of things I have on my list of things to do seemed boring. I was even too bored to sleep, which is a shame cuz sleeping is what I usually do when I am bored. but no. I was far too bored and entirely too hot to sleep.

the weather channel says it is only 73 degrees outside, but they must be lying. cuz I took my pants off and I'm still about to die from heat exhaustion.

and I'm hungry, but we're out of peanut butter. it is sad because I am so incredibly hungry for saltines with peanut butter and honey on them. they're just not the same without the peanut butter. and, of course, the ants are trying to get my honey. I kill them. I kill them with righteous fury!

I have many sketches in my head, but I am out of paper. and I can't buy more paper because I am running out of money and my job is, at least for now, gone. I need a car and a laptop, too, and there are many many restaurants that have food that I am extra super hungry for. but alas.

and I don't have the history channel, which is just unfair.

you can blame this entry on steve, who felt the need to cheer on my bitching.

rosen
Friday, July 30, 2004
10:16 a.m.

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yes, it's been over a month since my last post. no, I have no legitimate excuses. I'd like to say that nothing has made me irate in the last month, but that would be a lie. there's a hot topic post just begging to be written, at the very least. the truth of the matter is that I am very lazy. however, steve has goaded me in to making this entry by mentioning the lesbian story, so I will finally break my silence and make an entry.

I had been in pittsburgh since sunday visiting shannon. boy was in good to see her again. the great thing about shannon is that it never feels like we've been separated for any amount of time. we always pick right up where we left off. that is another way to know you�ve got a real close friend there, right along with being able to spent extended amounts of time together without killing each other. it was a great trip, I decided I like pittsburgh and the surrounding area much better in the summer than I do in the winter. we did all sorts of fun things like shopping, drinking pina coladas in the hot tub, going to the zoo, and trudging through creeks in the natures. I do feel bad for her, what with her slow descent into insanity and all. and she's right, you do have to drive near forever to get anywhere. it's a shame.

but yeah. we spent most of the week wondering just when mike was going to call to get directions. when wednesday rolled around and we hadn't heard from him, most people would have gotten worried. I joked around that I was worried, but really I was not. and that is because over the last year, I have figured out how things work around here. no-one ever makes proper plans and, even if the plans are somewhat thought out, no-one is ever on time. but in spite of this, everything almost always works out. which is why I wasn't worried even when steve and mike hadn't shown up by 4:30 though the original plan had had then arriving around 2:30. I knew they'd get there when they got there. in fact, I guess I kind of knew it was going to happen all along, as I had left my two favorite pairs of jeans at home "just in case" I didn't get home in time to have the jeans I took to shannon's clean for the beach (I am leaving to go to the beach for the weekend in an hour or two). so I guess steve was correct in his post when he said we all have learned to properly adjust times and plans to fit one another.

steve and mike hung around at shannon's with us for a while, and we finally headed out around 7:30, I think. all hopes of having time to drop my luggage off at home before potato soup were quickly dashed when we got stuck in traffic and were doing 25 for at least half an hour. it was okay, the emergency pull-off signs were hysterical. the tunnels were terrifying, but steve held my hand through all four of them to help me through it.

we stopped to eat at one of those turnpike rest stop thingies to eat along the way. after we had eaten, we decided to hit the bathrooms. I had the hardest time trying to find the entrance to the darn thing, steve had to push me in. but anyway, as I was trying to find the least disgusting toilet seat (I HATE public toilets), I as looking under the stalls for feet to see which were empty. and lo, under one of the doors I saw two, count them two sets of sandaled feet. standing. facing one another. and the sound of soft murmuring was coming from their stall. frightened, I "eeped!" and ducked into the nearest stall, slamming the lock shut. when I left the bathroom they were still in there, doing what I am sure I'd rather not know. steve tells me I should have investigated further. I find it hard to believe that he would have done any investigating had there been two men in one of his bathroom stalls, even though he insists he would have. personally, lesbians make me slightly nervous, even though saying that out loud makes me feel like a dirty homophobe. and if they weren't lesbians, I have no idea what they could possibly been doing, nor do I think I want to.

the rest of the ride was pretty much uneventful, and that's okay with me. and the steak chips were spectacular. and I don't think I can express in words how much it means to me that steve and mike spent a total of at least ten hours in the car to come and pick me up. I never imagined I'd have such awesome, good friends and I can't help but mention again how very lucky I am to know these guys.

not an actual post Friday, June 11, 2004 01:48 p.m.	link of the moment
if you're bored, my sister has some pics up from the much talked about photo shoot the other day. there'll be more to come, so keep checking back if you like them (or even if you don't). she deserves more hits than she gets, so I figured I'd give her a bit of free advertising. not that there are masses of people reading this blog, but still. just go look.

who needs that curtain anyway?
Tuesday, June 8, 2004
02:30 a.m.

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so I'm in the shower, nice and peaceful, minding my own business when out of the corner of my eye I see something move. thinking it is just the annoying shower air-currents that always blow the shower curtain until it is stuck to your leg, I casually turn towards the activity. there, on the curtain covering the window in my shower, is one of the biggest spiders ever to walk the ace of the earth. or at least I assumed so, I couldn't really see since I didn't have my glasses or contacts on. but it was certainly the largest spider shaped blob I've ever come across.

so I jump out of the shower as was demonstrated inthe gamesday hotel room, almost taking the shower curtain with me. I flung open the other side of the curtain (which was nearest to the spider shaped blob) so I could keep an eye on the unidentified creeping object, and began frantically searching for my glasses. of course, due to the high temperature of my shower, they were fogged up. so I whiped them off on a towel and inspected the supposed spider.

yup, definately a spider. definately the biggest spider in the bathroom ever.

I backed away, of course. I know it is unlikey that the spider could clear a distance of four feet, but I wanted to be on the safe side. I considered grabbing a bottle of shampoo (my sister's, not mine - I don't want spiders touching my shampoo), but the rixk of the spider running up the bottle and onto my arm was too high. instead I started splashing water on it in hopes of knock it into the tub and down the drain, pausing every five seconds to clear the fog from my glasses.

I began to get a little overzealous with my splashing and ended up tripping over the floormat and almost taking out a towel rack. when I recovered, the spider was gone. Ilooked for it for a good 5 minutes, not sure if I had successfully sent it down the drain or not, but did not find it. so I got back into the shower, staying at the end of the tub, far away from the curtain (or as far as it is possible to stay from something while standing in a bathtub).

I finished my shower very quickly, with the curtain half open in case I had to jump out and my glasses on so I could see any danger. and every time a stray drop of water or a glob of soap suds hit me, I lept out of the shower. by the time I was finished, the bathroom was mostll flooded. I decided to call it Lake Spoder, spelling purposeful. all in all, it was a very traumatizing experience. cuz if there is one thing more disturbing than finding a spider, it is finding a spider while naked. cuz I mean... well let's just say the possibilities are endless. the only things that I can think of as bad as finding a spider while naked is finding a spider in your bed or in your clothes. neither of these have ever happened to me, and that's probably a good thing. they'd hear me screaming in japan. oh, wait. finding a spider in your coke is pretty awful too. not only could you have consumed the spider, but it has tainted your beloved coke. that one has happened to me, and I woke up the entire house, broke a cup, and spilled soda all overmy bed, bedside table, and the wall.

when I win the powerball and have my own house, I will take extreme spider prevention precautions, I assure you.

I can't believe it's not butter
Saturday, May 29, 2004
07:24 a.m.

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I'm sitting here reading over my old blog entries and I'm really quite angry I have nothing good to rant about. not a single thing. it is a shame.

I did, however, finally finish my first panel of The Comic, which is actually the third comic. I am of the opinion that we should wait to post the comics anywhere until I have a backlog of them, just so that if I get lazy (which is inevitable) we will still have something to put up. however, if you are directly involved in the comic, which is to say you are in it, feel free to IM me and ask about it. I'll be more than happy to send it to you.

tonight when we went out for food, we happened to run into some people we went to high school with. they invited us to join them at a table and we did, though had I had my way we would not have. see, these people were people who, for the most part, I had always considered popular. and like most people, I had spent a moderate amount of my school years just yearning to be one of them. because of this, I eventually grew to dislike them rather strongly. they never did anything directly to me except be there and not be my friends. they weren't trying to not be my friends, they just weren't. but anyway, as soon as I saw them, I could feel myself going into anti-social mode. this is when I don't talk to anyone or pay much attention to anyone who isn't speaking directly to me, or really even if they are speaking directly to me. I didn't want to go into this mode, but I couldn't help it. it just happened.

see, as I said to steve earlier, I am not a big fan of extra people (which is to say anyone outside the usual group). I am especially unfond (I doubt that is a real word, but I like it and I'm using it) of extra people who I saw every day for eight years and still had absolutely nothing to do with. luckily, though, I was able to become less anti-social feeling after a few minutes, which I think says something about personal growth. I'm not sure what it says, exactly, but it's something. I dunno if it had something to do with these people from high school being drunk out of their minds or my being with close friends or maybe that personal growth, but I am glad for it, whatever it was. and though I was initially very ticked off, I am glad we ended up joining them for food.

roy! roy roy roy!
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
12:17 a.m.

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I was gonna post my own plans for after I take over the world, but I decided against it for two reasons. reason one, I am too lazy and hot. reason two, I like to keep my plans as secret as possible.

I could also make my own apathy post, as I've been consumed by it myself lately (though I call it indifference), but meh.

so yeah. gamesday was awesome. I mean really awesome. I had a great time. there are photos in my yahoo gallery thing, go check them out. besides all the awesome cool stuff there was to do and see there, I have found that I will in fact be able to live at our canadian compound with everyone and not end up committing a murder. you see, more often then not I think I am great friends with someone. however, when I am forced to spend over 12 straight hours with them things often go bad. but not this time. I spent a weekend with these people and I do not hate them. and I didn't have any (real) arguments with them.

I am of the opinion that we should have just stayed living at the hotel. gotten jobs in baltimore, kidnapped shannon, figured something out. now that I have had a tiny taste of living out of my house, I miss it.

have I mentioned it is really hot? cuz it totally is.

people are stupid and should die
Wednesday, May 12, 2004
04:57 p.m.

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Oh my God! A blog entry!

I wrote it in Word, which would explain the capitalization. I'll try not to do it again.

So I went to the store on Sunday to buy some clothes and I found the coolest bikini. It fit like it was made with me in mind. Well, sorta. See, the extra small bottoms fit perfectly. The extra small top looked like two pieces of fabric-covered foam with a three-foot expanse of strap between them. I wasn�t even sure how I was supposed to put the blasted thing on. The small top, however, fit as nicely as the extra small bottoms, only on the top, obviously. So I simply switched the tops and walked out of the dressing room, rather pleased with myself. I had a nifty new bikini. But the woman who made sure you only had 8 items at the dressing room door had other plans. She requested that I hand over both sets of bikinis to �make sure no-one had accidentally mixed them�. Of course she found that they were switched and promptly switched them back. My mum, sensing my growing anger, asked if there were any other extra smalls with less retarded tops. The woman said no and went out to the swimsuit area to grab all the bikinis that looked like the one I wanted, presumably to stop me from switching them once we left the dressing room. My mum asked me if I still wanted to buy the bikini and I became rather irate, shouting that no, I did not want their retard bikini. I asked the lady in a calm and respectful manner (<--- sarcasm), if she could perhaps explain how one would even begin to wear the stupid retard bikini top, but my mum escorted me away before things got too ugly.

I, however, was not about to let that woman win. Not only was she added to The List, but I sent my mum to the store the next day to switch and buy the bikini. We both agreed that it would probably be best if I did not go along. She was successful and I now have my nifty new bikini w/ extra small bottoms and small top.

As you may or may not know, there was a bird nest in the awning outside my bedroom window. The same birds have been building their nest there since I moved in. So there were four baby birds this year, all quite adorable. But when the time came for them to leave the nest, one chose to stay behind. She sat in the nest and shouted at her parent birds to bring her food, and they shouted at her to go find her own. She sat in that nest in the cold rain all alone, refusing to grow up. Obviously I felt a bond with this bird. We named her Precious and I stated that if she stayed there for another week I was gonna bring her in and claim her as my pet. My mum kept telling me I most certainly was not, but I was having none of it. But Precious did leave, and I feel a little abandoned. I had expected we could both refuse to be functioning adults in our respective societies, but alas. It was not to be.

My sister had her first imagine concert today. The stadium is right near my place of employment, so as I was coming home I saw it. I expected I would be sad and/or depressed to see all the high schoolers and to not be one, but this was not the case. For the first time since graduation I saw something that I had participated in while in high school and did not become depressed! This may seem kind of silly to most people, but let me assure you it is a big deal for me. So I am pretty pleased with myself, maybe I�m not quite as insane as I though.

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shannon's home, we're all at sacmaster steve's house. unfortunately, everyone is being so very very boring. I mean everyone. as if the magic last night wasn't bad enough... yargh.

10 - 5
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
01:51 a.m.

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wooooo! an entry.

there's this new girl who started at my place of employment recently. I'm not sure what her name is, it's an odd one and I've never been good with names (as I'm sure my friends, who have been called everything from made up words, like veno, to virgo, the name of my dead cat, can attest to), but she's a high school senior working there on some sort of vo-tech release dealie. so the other week she was talking to me and I was talking back, which, I understand, is sometimes called a converstaion. she asked how old I was and I said to her "well actually, I'm gonna turn twenty tomorrow." she looked shocked and said "oh, I thought you were my age."

ouch.

but I'm not twenty, I am 14. and anyone who thinks that being born in 1984 automatically makes me twenty is just being silly. so it's not such a bad thing that people keep thinking I am younget than I really am, I guess.

sacmaster steve's got his patio furniture out, the first sign that summer is coming. and it broke 80 degrees, another sure sign. I complained alot about being hot.

in other news, I am beginning to think my hair is boring. in an effort to fix this problem, I have decided not to brush it. brushing does nothing but make it frizzy, and if there's one thing I don't want it's frizzy hair. if you've got any suggestions on what else I should do about it, let me know.

err...

see, this is why there has been a lack of entries. I have nothing to write about as of late. nothing has irritated me, nothing has shocked me. the most upset I've been was when I came home from work the other day to find that my neighbor was have work done to his house. you see, his house is seriously about three feet from my bedroom window. so there were guys sitting right outside my room cutting metal gutters with electric saws. not a nice noise, especially when you're trying to sleep. but I fell asleep in spite of all the racket, and woke up four hours later quite rested. so I'm not even mad about that anymore.

I guess I shouldn't be complaining about having nothing to complain about, ne?

the point
Sunday, March 28, 2004
07:00 p.m.

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so then, we lost another one. yes, that is right, sacmaster steve has gone back to school. he keeps bringing up the fact that he is only 45 or so minutes away, and that he'll be back frequently. but, as I keep telling him, that's not the point. so what is the point? let me explain.

you see, it doesn't really matter if he is one hour or five hours away. he's still not here. if we feel like hanging out, we can't just show up at his house (well, we could, but we'd be waiting even longer than that night paranoia and I showed up and the door was locked). he won't be coming to wings or potato soup. it's that stuff that bothers me. weekend visits are not the same thing at all.

this is one of the reasons I never liked to get attached to people. cuz then you've got things like this to put up with. but it's worth it in the long run, and that's the part I never understood until I actually had friends.

but boy am I getting off topic. actually, I think the topic is over. that's the only point I got, the second paragraph. so there ya go.

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R.I.P. Virgo. ::cries::

la la la photoshop Thursday, March 18, 2004 03:35 a.m.	link of the moment
I'm writing this entry in response to the little mention of me in sacmaster steve's last post. well actually, no. I made a post to deviantART in response to that little mention, one that can be viewed here. and if you were around on wednesday night and were wondering what the crotch photo was all about, that's the place to find out. have fun with that.

I've found the door
Monday, March 8, 2004
01:33 a.m.

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if you haven't seen the new advent children trailer, I suggest you contact your friendly neighborhood steve (or anyone else you know who happens to have it - such as myself) and view it as possible. it's quite possibly the hottest thing I've seen all week, which is saying alot since I watched that new show "mad mad house" on scifi. for anyone who does not see the connection, one of the alts on "mad mad house" is one of the most attractive vampires I've ever seen. and I've seen alot of attractive vampires.

but I'm getting off topic. the new trailer is super sexy. I had to take my shirt off it was getting so hot in here. of course, it was 2:00 in the morning and I was very tired, but I think I would have taken my shirt off regardless. but enough about my shirt (or lack thereof). the copy of the trailer steve sent me was subtitled... in french. yeah. but I was not detered. I wrote the whole thing out and translated it with the help of my sister. it took over two hours, but our mad french skillz produced a translation that almost made sense. about time those 3 years of french class finally got some use...

but yeah. if that's not dedication, I dunno what is. to spend all that time translating a minute and 58 second trailer, finishing at 4:30 when you have to be up at 8:30. needless to say I am very tired. so if this post is lacking in intelligent wording and such, please blame cloud.

before I lose the link, or they take it down, I would like to direct everyone's attention to the song on posted on Monday, March 01, 2004 to this blog. is it not the most amazingly profound thing you've ever read? this is a song written to my sister's friend by her disgruntled ex-boyfriend. he broke up with her cuz she wouldn't have sex w/ him, in case you didn't gather that from the song. they're 15, for the love of God. but yeah, it's a shame for her. she had a chance with that lyrical genius, and she threw it all away... I mean come on, "take a breath and relax like you do when your crappin'"? how deep. what stunning talent. I sure hope they come out with a CD soon, because I'll be the first in line to buy it.

oi, I so wish they had a guestbook.

full contact
Wednesday, March 3, 2004
01:39 a.m.

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played madminton for the first time this year today. can't wait for this year's madminton season, though I am a little out of practice. my sister and I couldn't hit it back and forth more than five times without missing, but we've got a little while to perfect our technique.

started my new block at school today. english communictaions is not test outable. it's basically a report writing class. why we need an entire block of classes to write one 3-5 page research paper is beyond me. it's only a one credit course though, so you only have to show up for 30 of the hours. that's good news. I'm doing my report on OCD. figure I might learn something. let's all hope that I can test out of college math. cuz if I have to sit thru that...

exactly a month until I turn 20. ::shudders:: I mean, until I turn 14. yes. 14.

and check out the link. twiggy was the same weight and height as me. only our measurements were off. her waist was an inch bigger than mine, and my chest is an inch bigger than hers. how cool is that?

new dents in my fingers
Monday, March 1, 2004
11:54 p.m.

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I'm at steve's house, and bobby is slicing steve with his knife. I had a cadbury egg earlier, which I managed to eat without making a mess.

none of this really matters, but I am trying to get a longer bunch of entries to see if my layout really actually does work.

I had to jump over bobby and steve fighting to try and get to the computer. first blood was just drawn. poor steve's finger. it's not coming out any more. now bobby appears to be making a hole in his own finger.

hopefully this will be enough to see, but I doubt it somehow. merrrr.

first entry Monday, March 1, 2004 06:57 p.m.	link of the moment
::hopes this post shows up where it is supposed to::