Tuesday, September 25, 2001
excitement USA
I'm still at Alice's. the past few days have been annoying, what with the waking up before 7am to get ready for work, give the one dog here her medication, go to my house to feed the dogs there, work 8-4, then hang out with chris (the only relief), go back to my house to feed the dogs again and get a change of clothing for the next day, go to Alice's, feed the dogs, give the same dog her pills, then wait for Chris to get home from school because I'm mostly too drained from the day to do anything else. Bah.
Now I'm tired. At least I don't work tomorrow.
Gee, I can't wait to be full-time.
09:19 p.m.
Saturday, September 22, 2001
Wow. This is really funny.
8-Bit Theatre. A random guy that emailed me told me about it. I'd read some of it before, when I used to read the Diesel Sweeties message board. But anyway. It's funny. And I like it.
Right now I'm at Alice's, house-sitting. I'm waiting for Chris to get done with work so he can come over and entertain me. I undoubtably would have gone to bed hours ago if it weren't for him coming over. But it's ok because I miss him. Anyway, the dogs have slobbered on me a lot and now they're all sleeping. They're so huge and gigantic and cuddly and cute. Wow.
I talked to Mike today via AIM voice chat. He has such a great voice, all british and whatnot. What a cutie.
Right. So. Um.
Yeah.
11:54 p.m.
Thursday, September 20, 2001
In the immortal words of Homer simpson-
"D'oh."
Freespeech.org is taking away their free webhosting service. This means I have one less webpage. At one point I had five or six floating around. I am now down to three or four, I believe. I used to have two tripod pages (homepage and omnivores united), a chickpages homepage (after I started ignoring the tripod one), the freespeech one, this one, another pitas one (I forgot about it and there's really no way to delete them), and emily.wafer. Now the chickpages one is gone, the freespeech one is going down October 7, I have all but dismantled the tripod one (and only keep up OU because it's funny). The only pages I still have that I do anything with are this one and emily.wafer.
I think I'll just scrap the majority of pictures I have. I'm going to make a hairchive to show the enormous amount of stuff I've done to my tuft of hair, but that'll be about it. My narcissism had reached undefinable heights. It was getting insane.
But really now.
My dad left today for Puerto Rico to stay with this woman, Eve, for five days. Now, this brings light to some interesting questions : Why does he have the money to go to Puerto Rico but did not have the money to put me through school? He does this sort of thing a lot. He hasn't had a job in two years, yet whenever I was between jobs he bitched at me. Argh. I don't get it. Complaining about it makes me feel really bad, but it also pisses me off that he does this in the first place.
I really really don't get it.
I love my dad. I do. But some of the stuff he does and says just doesn't make any sense at all.
Kind of like how this makes no sense. Christians never say WHY homosexuality is "wrong." It's the ineffible will of god or something like that. Ding ding, wrong answer. Oh, and this one is even better. Apparently the people that believe these things do not understand the hypocrisy involved. They state the violence that gays use in forcing their "views" on others, not realizing that christians are even worse. Militant gays? How about the militant christians? At least christians have rights. The fact that the bible wasn't written BY jesus, or even when jesus was alive doesn't phase them at all. It's amazing.
But I'm gonna stop going off on that. It's a pretty overdone statement.
Wait, no, one last one. It's my favourite. baby talk. How impressive. What a turn around. How incredibly unlikely.
But maybe I'm just an angry militant god-hating gay. Or something.
half-gay.
Whatever.
I'm hungry. And frustrated. I'm supposed to take care of the dogs at my house (now, my dad has someone taking care of the horses, but he couldn't have that person take care of the dogs, too?) AND stay at someone else's house and pet sit there. What the hell? Just another annoyance? I bounce back and forth like a ping pong ball. On one hand, it's no big deal, it's just feeding them. But it's really annoying that my dad KNEW I was going to be house/pet-sitting while he was gone (he was the one that told me about it) and that my time schedule would be tight enough without having to stop home before going to work at 8 or 9 am. So it just pisses me off again. Not only that, he never asked me to do it, he just told me to. Two days ago. I am annoyed.
Rar.
02:11 p.m.
Wednesday, September 19, 2001
Stuff!
My mom wrote to me and complained that she hasn't heard from me, blah blah blah and doesn't have any recent pictures of me blah blah so I wrote back and gave her the picture on the left. Cute, innit?
I went to the doctor today for a physical so I can take the state board exam to get my cosmetology license. Apparently I'm healthy, etc, and shrinking.
Yes. Shrinking.
Mind you, I don't have much height to shrink. I was 5'2 1/4" last I checked and as of today I am apparently 5'1 3/4". I deny this vehemently. VEHEMENTLY. I lost a couple pounds too, but that's ok. Probably to make up for the loss of height. WHICH I DID NOT LOSE.
I've been playing Monkey Island: The Curse of LeChuck a lot at Chris' lately. I am a dork. Look at me. Dork dork dork.
Uhhhhhhhhhhh. I picked up hitchhikers with skateboards a week or two ago. Gee, my life is so interesting ...
I read "The long dark tea-time of the soul" this week. I went the library today and reserved another douglas adams book, as well as "the voluptous vegan," which I feel describes me with great aptitude.
and chris and I are "together" now.
Look at the time! Gotta go!
02:07 p.m.
Sunday, September 16, 2001
Thursday, September 13, 2001...
I finally graduated.
Rah rah, go me. I'd been in such a pissy petty mood the past two weeks. Suddenly all of it was lifted from my mind. I feel much better.
Of course, I had to borrow $3664 from my dad, but hey, it's worth it. I'll have to pay it all back, but it's ok. I'll do it. Slowly. Very very slowly. But it'll happen.
The past two days at work were insane. and stupid. and I hate them. Maybe hate's too strong of a word ...
They sucked, regardless.
(random link)
My hair is eggplant now. all one color. growing out. New emily, or something or another.
submit to emily.wafer. Please.
I'm tired.
But I feel ok, y'know?
04:19 p.m.
Tuesday, September 11, 2001
in the face of a terrorist bombing
suddenly my problems just don't seem so bad.
I've been pretty petty lately. I mean, yeah, it's my life but I'm at least alive. Sure, my state's capital was bombarded by a terrorist plane (2 hours away from me, where several acquaintances of mine live) and NYC was bombarded by a terrorist plane (5 hours away, again, with several acquaintances of mine) and the other side of my state was bombarded by a terrorist plane (several of my acquaintances reside in the closest major city to it). But I was not bombarded by a terrorist plane. As far as I know, none of my friends were hurt by it. I mean, sure, we're scarred as a nation, especially those of us on the east coast to whom it hit quite painfully, so to speak.
Sure, there are an unknown amount of casualties (most likely in the thousands), and we don't actually know who did it, but hey! I'm alive. Some of those people are still alive. I hate to not focus on the issue at hand ... but ...
It feels awfully nice to be living, you know? I've been stressed all last week and the beginning of this week. I had a bit of a fight with Christopher last night. Things haven't been going favourably. But at least a terrorist plane did not careen through my barn and blow up my father, our animals, and I.
Gotta look for the little things, right?
Right.
That and I get to graduate as soon asI get the money in.
Fuckin-a.
So if I believed in god, I'd pray to that entity for the welfare of those that were injured, and the families of those that were killed or injured today. If I believed in any faith of that nature, that's what I'd do. But I don't. So all I can do is hope for the best for them and keep my firm belief in the intrinsic nature of reality, that is to say, that we are all connected and karma will kick whoever's asses did this.
The end.
10:43 p.m.
Monday, September 10, 2001
I hate money SO MUCH
seriously.
I owe my school $2795.76 in back payments. I can't graduate until I'm caught up. I have $324 (I thought I had $500 ... whoops) in the bank.
This sucks.
So I can't graduate until I pay the money. I can't get any money than just enough to pay bills until I work full time. I can't work full time until I've graduated. It's a vicious, vicious circle that sucks. A lot.
My dad said he would lend me the money. That's good. I have to pay him back. Now answer me something - why is he willing to pay for college but not cosmetology school? That also sucks.
Suck suck suck. Suck.
I haven't read Suck in a while. You can do it for me.
My hair is a different colour now (bleached, but the purple bleached to pink so I refuse to document it because I strongly dislike the colour pink). I also semi broke up with my not really boyfriend last night. I really have no clue. AND I'm house/pet-sitting the 22nd to the 29th (another reason I need to be done school, so I can be there at the necessary times to feed the dogs and give the one her medicine). Six irish wolf hounds. They're huuuge.
Right. So.
Stuff sucks.
Did I say that yet?
I think so.
Addendum. 9:00pm. I've been having dreams about Sharyn lately. It's weird. Also, I made this stupid quiz because it amused me. It's called "Emily's Self-Indulgent Narcissistic Quiz!" and it's about me. (chris likes to try to be like me. He made one too.)
That's all. Now, more moping.
07:11 p.m.
Tuesday, September 4, 2001
woofuckinhoo!
Emily.waferbaby.com is finally up!!
YAY!
The last picture of chris and I was seen in the july archive (which has mysteriously disappeared in my actual archives). I took a few other pictures as well. We were being a little silly.
But mostly I worked on emily.wafer (for three hours at least) instead of going to school. Actually, we slept in until 11, then we got up and I dallied enough to warrant not going to school. Christopher read up on C++ (but I'm not jealous) and I paged through a website building book as I frantically typed HTML. It was fun. I can't wait to teach myself real programming.
I also finally sent in my AmeriCorps application. Go me. I also got my OLL (occupational limited license) in the mail today. No more illegal driving for me! Hm. What else. I saw Rat Race yesterday. It was funny. Lots of good actors that I like (Seth Green, Mr. Bean (I forget his real name, sorry), John Cleese). The story was rather eh. But the movie was yay.
Now I really have to sleep.
And don't forget to submit to emily.wafer.
Thank yoo.
11:19 p.m.
Saturday, September 1, 2001
September. Hello.
Penny Arcade has done it again.
I'm actually not talking about their well-drawn, funny comics. I'm talking about how Tycho has promoted yet another awesome comic strip - Shaw Island, in this case. So again I say - go Penny Arcade. Go you.
Uh. Stuff. I had this great idea for my blog today. But now I'm not sure if I feel like doing it because it involves actual thought. Heaven forbid. I'll save it all for another time.
But really now. It's a beautiful day. I have off school (but I still have to work at 4:30) due to the holiday. What does Labor Day celebrate, exactly? Labor? Indeed. I've nothing much to say to that. Happy Labor Day (early, actually, since Labor Day isn't technically until Monday. which coincidentally is the day the suspension of my driver's license begins, which I am steadfastly ignoring. I hope no police are reading this, nor members of PennDOT. Hello, yes, ignore this)? So it's lovely out, but instead of enjoying it, I've been sitting inside sifting through old pictures of me. It's kind of fun, actually.
I'll do more later. That's all the ones I got the chance to pick from. Just some from one of my many directories of pictures. I never realized how narcissistic I was until I saw the huge mass of image files I have.
So. September first. Fuck. Another summer slipped out the door. I barely even noticed. I should go outside now and lap up the last of it before the autumn comes.
Of course, Autumn is my second favourite season. Summer is actually my least favourite. I just feel like I should have tried to enjoy it more.
Maybe go swimming a couple more times before the leaves turn.
You know.
02:30 p.m.
