The Dark Cow Of Mystery

Logic has no place in America
I read an article on yahoo today. The Israelis attacked the palestinian police/military headquarters. Their reason for this is that the palestinian police haven't been able to stop the militants. Hmmm. let's think. attack the police. Not the militants, but the police. So now that the police are gone who will stop the militants? I realise that the attack didn't actually kill that many, but if you attack a building, you probably intend to kill whoever is inside.

I found the scientific name of my new favorite flower, the burnt orange dandelion. It is called Agoseris aurantiaca. I have no idea what it means, but it sounds cool. The link for this entry goes to a usgs page with a picture of it. I realise it has nothing to do with the title, but what can You do?

Found this amusing, so go here: Odd things that make little sense

Oops, I did it again.
"Have ever done something really stupid, and then done it again?"-me

Came home from camping. More details to follow.

(those of you who read this entry earlier will understand)
I have some weird issues. I wanna, but i don't. I have no reason, real or imagined, not to. Could it be the ethical code my nun mother instilled in me? Maybe, but i would think my current opinions would override that. Hmm... Perhaps it's so deep in my psyche that it will never leave.
I'll bet you wish you were as neurtic as i, don't yah?

Garak: "Everything I told you is true!"
Dr Bashir: "Even the lies?"
Garak: "Especially the lies."

I'm not dead, oh wait, done yet. I think i'm just like ferris buellers friend. ugh. That would explain alot wouldn't it?

Want a gummy bear?

hehehe
Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.

I'm Only Happy When It Rains.

"I feel so bohemian like you"- Dandy Warhols(i think)

So, it's friday. normally i'd insert a "yeah", but i'm too lazy. It's been one of those days. I woke up around 8:30, but didn't/couldn't shake the sleep from my eyes till around 1:00. I saw Andy Bloebaum. Didn't really talk to him. Sat on my ass while arguing with my sister over some small detail. Around four, my mom scolded my for having overdue books(she was reading my book so i couldn't take it back). Went to the library. She bitched at me. Dad walks around like he's going to kill someone. Yells at me for asking me why he's in my room. right eye twitches. argh.

I had some weird dreams last night. I can only remember scraps of two(might have been one). In first one, I sat in the back yard. A magpie/crow(the sun was very bright, and the sun reflected off of the wings) landed an arms reach away. I reached out to touch it. As my hand got closer, the magpie saw my hand, but didn't pull away. I was just about to touch it when it snaped at my finger. I pulled away. That's all i can remember of that one. In The other one i was on a grassy plain. I saw nothing in the distance, save an old withered man with a flowing beard. He pointed of into the distance. I turned in that direction to look, but saw nothing. I turned back and a small songbird had landed on his finger. I did the same, but a large bird, sorta like a toucan land on my finger. It snapped off, and both the bird and finger fell. I picked the finger up and reattached it. Then i scooped up the injured bird in my arms.

I have lost my fone list. Thats alright, though, because i'll begone next week for "summer camp". oh well.

"great pains i've gone to
gang slang i've gone to
lame brain looking for gold i
i have become someone else

outside
stepping to inside
stepping to my side
stepping i wade through shit

he's a loser
he's a loser, she said
he's a loser
he's a loser, she said

i am mine
i am mine
i am mine
i am mine
i am mine
i can't become someone else

he's a loser
he's a loser, she said
he's a loser
he's a loser, she said

[stupid]
[stupid]
[stupid]

great pains i've gone to
gang slang i've gone to
lame brain looking for gold i
i have become someone else

outside
stepping to inside
stepping to my side
stepping i wade through shit

he's a loser
he's a loser
he's a loser
he's a loser, she said
he's a loser
he's a loser, she said

she said
she said
she said
she said"--Static-X

You, thats right, you..
"Quiet Stimulating"
"really?"
"No, I was just trying to be polite"--Worf, Star Trek:TNG

'Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen.' - Albert Einstein(ya know, he too wore funny socks( when he wore socks()))

Its a Wednesday. Just another manic wednesday. Yesterday i couldn't find my phone list. Can't make calls i need to/have to/said i would make. argh. I did go over to Christinas house. She said there would be swimming, but when i arrived, the pool was full of leaves. Then we hung out in her kitchen, being bothered by her sister. Finally, after an hour, my chariot arrived. Mommy!
Well i only mention her because she has gall stones. She has to her entire gall bladder removed now. She's scared shitless of this operation.

at this time, it is not appreciated that you are not updating. I don't care if your to burning down the house or your screwing patriotism. Just because Identicals disagree does not give you the right to shirk your duties. Update damnit.

Did you like that?

I want to do some things with friends, but i can't because those whose numbers i have can't or haven't replied. argh.
Oh well...

K.I.S.S.- Keep It Simple Stupid

"I can remember him saying 'i'm already dead'"-White Zombie

Hot and Spicy
"Burn Burn Like a Whicker Cabin..."-Eve 6

The Air is thick with the smell of fire. The sky is dark, like something out of revelations. The scenery around me is tinted red and yellow, like what star trek does to make it look like another world. An alien world. THe fire burns close to Bluffdale, to the south of me, and only a few miles from lizzy.

I learned, or relearned today another lesson. Take when you have the oppurtunity.
I was riding trax, when i saw this girl. She wasn't pretty, she was good looking. I watched her, building up the courage to approach, waiting for the next station to move next to her. But the next station brought woe, for she was surrounded by 3 mormon missionaries sat down around her and pulled out their scriptures and read. grrr...

So long have i been gone.
"See the little goblin.."--More Drinking (drunk) Songs!

Sonday. Bloody sunday. No this is not a quote, tis' the entry. Last night was saturday. He and I had a slight disagreement. But he pushed the envelope till it popped around 9:30, when he raised his voice, and i responded. Yeah for fights. yeah.

Sarcasm, bad for the face, good for the belly.

Anyhow, on friday, i walked all over sandy. It started at the 1600 so.(ithink) trax station. I headed south to the "jordan Commons". It wasn't open, so i headed towards the sandy mall. When I got to the sandy mall, i realised both of my sisters were working and i didn't know when they got off, so i headed south, steering clear of the sandy mall entirely. I took a turn north, towards the sandy library and Eastmont. I was winded and tired often walking up that hill, and decided to get a drink.(Here is the point to my long winded speech)
I walked to the smiths, that one by dimple dell, and went in. I walked past the check out lanes, headed toward the drink isle. I saw her, or at least i thought i saw her, standing at the end off the check stand, garbed in a ugly gray plaid polo. I countinued on, and debated in my head whether it was her. I chose, if you were wondering, a bottle of mellow yellow for it was the cheapest their without a freshvalues card. any how, i returned to the check out stand, and the truth came. I waved, not confidently, but rather in my timid fashion. She waved back. "I was wondering if it was you" I replied-"Too good for the restaurant business, egh?"
Yes, it was my dear weird wiccan friend, Bethany! I asked when she got off, and she said in four or five hours. Sure enough, i called her, and i got her machine.(damn anwsering machines).

this leads me into my topic, answering machines are evil.
First, they are impersonal. The metallic voice of some is very disturbing. The perky voice of others is far worse. Second, they encourage laziness. Many choose not to anwser the phone because "if what they want to say is important, then they will say it to the machine". With caller id, one must at least call back the person to find out what they wanted. Also, if the message was private, or important, the person might not want to leave it on such a impersonal and easily accessible machine. THird, They are not private. anyone can listen to, and delete messages. The person who the message is directed probably isn't the only one on the other end. If a jealous brother, or protective parents don't want someone to get something, the recipient might not even know they got a call. Fourth, machines make many uncomfortable. Who knows what to say? Do you leave a personal message or do you just leave the essentials? Will the even get it or maybe get it and choose not to reply?
I prefer caller id much more, because the pressure is shared more equally between the parties. There is still a danger of it being deleted by another, but from experience, the teen or child checks first, before the parent.

While on the topic of anwering machines, i will speak of lisa. I leave her messages but only once has replied. I admit i may have acted like an ass when she called back, but it was a call in that came two weeks after the message, so the problem is probably on her end. I'm really frustrated with this whole thing. Does she not get the messages or does she not want to talk to me? oi. the debate is deadly. It would be much better to know than to endure this torment.

Oh, yes, caro hasn't written back to me. hmmm...

"You need to gesticulate"--Layne. (geez, getting advice from everyone:)

Oh, yeah, lisas last call coincidently came after my last rant over not getting in touch with her. hmmm... Perhaps it's some kind of sick, twisted attempt to get a call. hmmm...

Joe, not you. I will call you on monday, however.

Cubism in it's modern form
"Sexiness is Cleanliness"-Layne

I'm sitting in my dads office right now. I look around and all i see are geometric shapes, jumbled together. Rectangular desks with rectangular chairs with rectangular people sitting in front of rectangular papers, reading rectangular words. If this is what work will be like, i think i'd prefer to die young. oh well, least i have retirement to look forward to. hmmm...
I think sanity is hitting on me. hmmm...
My mind is going...
Much too early in the morning(9:58). I forget, How is it that people wake up this early?

My last message was not ment to sound chovanistic(boy, do i need to work on my spelling), but damnit, they left me on the carosel. What about Pat?

"Millions of peaches,
peaches for free,
millions of peaches,
peaches for me"-- Presidents of the United States