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- Saturday, July 17, 2004 | 01:38 p.m. -
Ok maybe it is
YES
- Thursday, July 15, 2004 | 10:12 p.m. -
I am back. BACK and in ACTION. Oh yes, thats right. Livejournal can SUCK my ass. Lots of random CAPITALIZATION goin on here... not quite sure whats up with that. anywho, going to work on my layout and fix the aromatic blue-ness of it all. So beautiful. *Tears* Will fix it all tomorrow. C yas
- Thursday, March 25, 2004 | 05:42 p.m. -
Why? Why won't you work? Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
Can I get a what WHAT??
- Tuesday, December 30, 2003 | 09:35 p.m. -
Yes you can in a second. Ssshhhhhhhhhhhh! Let's take a moment to observe. Shhh. Be very quiet. Now it is the time on December 30th where we dance. Not just ANy dance... but the:
DRIVER'S LICENSE DANCE!!!
Yup, thats right. We got the drivers license today. And by 'we' I really mean 'I', and I guess I just decided to go schitzophrenic for a second... But thats All right. Cause its my birthday. Had a VERY nice birthday. I Spended the day with my cousin Lindsey at the mall. She got me the very special Algebra is for Lovers Tshirt from American Eagle I've been looking for for EVER. And I got a Whiskeytown CD (yay!), and we went to Victoria's Secret, Heeeeee... I like that store. Pretty items of clothing. Pretty pretty. Hee. Anyway. Then we went to OLIVE GARDEN. Horrah! My favoritest restaurant E V E R. And it was such a good day. Such a good day. And I can drive. :)
I Feel Pretty, oh so Pretty!!
- Monday, December 29, 2003 | 05:12 p.m. -
Horrah! I just got my haircut 4 inches. It's so pretty! It usted to be too long and frizzy, now it's all pretty and straight and nice to wear down! Pretty girl. Pretty pretty. Oooh. Pretty colors. My hair is shiny. Shiny like pennies. I have pretty hair. Pretty pretty. This is very exciting for me. As you can see. And guess what???
Tomorrow is my birthday and I (hopefully) get my driver's license!!
My dad's taking me first thing in the morning. And I'll be so pretty. Pretty pretty. I have lots of confidence. I think thats a good thing. And my mommy's taking me to my cousins house, and we're spending the day together. Last time we were together we drove to the mall and spent over an hour in Victoria's Secret. I lurve my cousin. And then we get to go to Olive Garden!! It's my favoritte!! Yippie!Horray! It's gunna be the best birthday ever. EVER!! I'm so excited. Well, I prob. won't be updating til tommorrow, so Happy birthday to me, and wish me luck at the DMV!
Garth Brooks is a whore.
- Saturday, December 27, 2003 | 07:03 p.m. -
No, literally. I was just watching a re-run of SNLon the comedy central marathon, and who was hosting but my favorite cowboy, Garth. He was doing a skit called "Old French Whore". Hee. just seeing Garth Brooks in a dress was worth watching. Hee.
A Kitchen Strainer?? For me? THANK YOU!!!!
- Saturday, December 27, 2003 | 06:49 p.m. -
Yeah, I'll xplain that one in a sec. Well, I would've updated sooner but I've been too busy watching (religiously) my... *drum roll* NEW ALIAS SEASON 2 DVD! Hurrah! Not only was this baby totally woth the holiday $$, it has twice the action, suspence, and super hot spy sex than the first season. Probably cause the first season didn't really have any super hot spy sex at all. Except Noah, but then Syd killed him. Hee. So, I've been having a marathon with myself, and I've been fast fowarding to all the Syd/Vaughn kissy moments, cause we've all been deprived in season 3 :( But thats K. And all the bloopers are hilar. HILAR.
Ok, to the kitchen strainer thing. So my mom's a school nurse, and the people who she works with decide to be nice, and give her gifts. Although she hates them. But anyways, she made me open the up, write who gave it to her, and then I get to keep the presents :). So I spot a bag. Not just any bag, but one with a very tacky snowman on it. I read the tag
"To Sue. From Jo."
Harmless enough, but not even I was prepared for what the parcel contained. I open the bag very carefullty, took out the gift and could not believe my eyes. A holiday kitchen sink strainer. Ya know, the ones that stop the food from going down. Yeah, on of those. As soon as I saw it I almost peed my pants. Seriously. It was sooooooo funny. Not to mention completely unnecessary. Anywho, That wsa the high light of my day. And watching Alias, hee, but thats always the highlight. I'm out!!!!
What do cowboys say???
- Thursday, December 25, 2003 | 07:43 p.m. -
Yee haw!!!! Christmas.... WEEEEEEEEE!. Ow. Damn fingers. Can't type now. Been playing the guitar all day. Aaaghhhh. Too sore. And I just ate ice cream, so their cold and sore. But, yeah, christmas ia nice. I got a guitar (yippie!horray), an mp3 player, THE ALIAS 2004 CALENDAR, the ALIAS soundtrack, and a shirt that has the ALIAs logo on the boobs. Yay. Also, two Ryan Adams CD's, and this really cool printer/scanner/copy machine/fax machine into one. It's amaZinG.
I'm trying to learn how to play guitar. Good holy Jesus in a jumpsuit! it's sooooo hard to play, the lil fuckmuffin. Hee. I wanna play like santana. Yeah. That'll happen. I though it would be easy. I am not amused. But thats k, cause I'll learn. Eventually. Cause, uh, I have the attention span of a 5th grader in sex ed class. And the self-control. together the two is a dangerous combo. Well, merry Xmas, I'm out.
Love child? Whuh? Seagulls?? MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!
- Thursday, December 25, 2003 | 12:08 a.m. -
Since when has Christmas Eve mass gotten so funny? Now not does St. Isacc's church have an organ, we got a flute and a timpani drum, too. A FLUTE?!?!? You can't even hear the damn thing. Anyway, I swear I was cracking up. These priests who are like 754832750432 years old, are singing this crazy-ass chant::
nine thousand, two hundred sixty four years since the beginning of the world.
seven thousand, nine hundred fortey seven years since the coming of Abrahaaaaaaaaaam
seven thousand, three hundred twenty six years since the coming of the flooooo-ooood.
I swear this is some funny shit. Heh. And it wasn't just me, cause, like 4 people (other than me) were cracking up. We sat in the balcony cause there wasn't anymore room in the big church.
Six thousand, one hundred eighty three years since the decent off the mountain my Moooooooooooo-seeeees
Six thousand, one hundred eighty one years since the parting of the Red Seeeeeeeeeeeeee-eeeeeeeea
(6 minutes later)...one thousand nine hundred and eighteen years since the birth of Jeeeeeeeee-suuuusssssss.
If it dosn't sound funny, think of the priest as the love child of a Gregorian chanter high on speed and a dying seagull with a fork jammed in it's eye. Pretty mental picture, huh? Yeah. I thought so too. Well, Christmas has come very fast, and, uh, Santa Baby, slip a guitar underneath the tree for me... if ya know what i mean. Hee. Nothing like Marilyn Monroe for the holidays. And love children of Gregorian chanters high on speed and a dying seagulls with forks jammed in their eyes. Aaahhh. The Holiday season... Merry Christmas.
NADA MAS!!!
- Monday, December 22, 2003 | 07:26 p.m. -
No more relatives. No more christmas parties. No more artichoke dip. NO MORE! I can't take it, really, I can't. All weekend with the relatives. Not just any relatives, but relitives with VERY nosy questions.
"How's your love life?"
"How's school?"
"Is swimming over?"
"Have you lost weight?"
ENOUGH! I refuse to put up with all the torment. If ya wanna know, ask my parents. Let me sleep. It was wicked crazy (hee. there i go with 'wicked' again ;) And I didn't like it at all. The highlight of my weekend was getting gift certificates to Best Buy. And that's pretty sad. My aunt wouldn't even let me watch the reruns of Alias that were on because it was "present time". Present. time. MY. ASS. I didn't even get anything I wanted. Grrr... It was a cynical weekend. And wanna know what's even more cynical? It's like 7:80 PM, and I'm still in my pajamas. Well, that's not really cynical, that's more like pathetic, but anywho, I still don't like it. When will it all be over? *Sigh* I think I'm so bitter cause I'm getting a cold. Great. More holiday fun. Well, I'll just turn on my Limp Bizkit, sip a some hot coffee and go to bed. Mmm... coffee.
Totally wicked. Totally.
- Saturday, December 20, 2003 | 09:27 p.m. -
Can I get a HoYay? Christmas at the dad's side of the family tonight. I got a lil' sumpin-sumpin. I gots a lot a sumpin-sumpin. I got the Ryan Adams GOLD Cd I've wanted for, like, ever. And lots of gift cards to Best Buy, so ALIAS Season 2 DVD, here I come. And Starbucks. Mmm... Starbucks. Not that I need ANY more coffee than what I already drink. No wonder I'm so short. Hmmm. Thats a thought.
So I had a wicked fun time at Shannon's last night. Wicked. I should so start using that word more often. So, yeah, we made Christmas cookies. Hee. And we all got flour on our hands and started to slap eachothers asses and make hand prints. I wasn't as lesbian as it sounds. I promise.
"Damn child, what 'chu got there??"
- Tuesday, December 16, 2003 | 08:46 p.m. -
So, my mom and I just got home from shopping! Yay! SHOPPING! Heh. Well, so about and hor and a half into it, I'm starting to get hungy, so we spot the food court and stop for a little Sakkia Japan food. I got some chicken crap, and my mom got a take-out of teryaki chicken. Extra meat. EXTRA sauce. And extra sauce is NEVER a good thing. So when we're done eating, we stop in at Lane Bryant to shop for something for my gramma, and we pick out a shirt, and my mom makes me hold the food and wait in line while she browses. There was a VERY large lady in front of me. And an even larger one at the checkout counter.
All of a sudden the intoxicating smell of teryaki sauce leakes form the bag. The ladies pause form thier conversation. They turn slowely towards me, beaty eyes leering, mouth watering, out to kill.
"Wha' 'chu got there?" One asks eyeing me (the food?) intently.
"Uh... *gulp*carry out for my dad?"
"You get dat from Panda Express?"
"No, that Japa-"
"Sakkia Japan!?!?!?"
"Yes."
"Daaaaaaaaaaaamn, that smells good."
*Gulp*
Thankfully my mom rescued me, and we slowely walk out towards the exit door, finally home free. I turn to my mom.
"Mother, that was cruel."
"What?"
"You should know better than to bring FOOD into there..."
So that was my near-death experience of the day. I almost died. I was lucky I made it out alive, unharmed. The mall can be a scary place. *Pause for dramatic effect* Especially with extra sauce.
Nicotine Candy Canes
- Monday, December 15, 2003 | 07:53 p.m. -
I swear to God, they put nicotine in candy canes. You just have to have another and another and another... YOU CAN'T STOP!! I ate 7 within like 4 hours, and i didn't even realize it. Must have more. Mmm... CANDY CANES. Weeeeee. Wow. When I make my own religion w/ Krista, we're going to put nicotine in our 'hosts'/'communion' so everyone will want to come to the gatherings, and worship for the hosts. I have a dream... someday. Someday. Hee, j/k.
Anyone else hate public speaking? Yeah. Let's just say I deserved an F on my presentation today... *Shudder* I don't wanan think about it. Hey. I decided that I'm addicted to coffee. They probably put Nicotine in that, too. But it only Starbux coffee, I just don't get that special kick from Caribou Coffee. HEY! 10 more days til Christmas and 15 til my B-day/Driver's License Day! Weeeee! Mummy won't let me have a party. Grrr... Birthday Nazi. It is wrong. And it must be stopped.
I feel so anti-Alias. I havn't bought the season 2 DVD. I feel so incomplete. So lost. I still hope I'll get a guitar for Xmas. My mommy seemed not to take a liking to the idea. My dreams of someday playing he guitar are festering like moldy cheese left out in the hot summer wind. Mmm... Cheese. Mmm... Hot summer wind. Why must it be so cold in Chicago? We don't even get snow. Damn weather people. Actually, being a weather person would be a realy cool job. You get paid whether you're right or wrong. Hmm... I should look into that. Cheese! What? Well, Anywho, It's nearing 8 P.M. and I'm getting sleepy (no joke.) I'm out!!
'SODA' not Pop!!
- Monday, December 1, 2003 | 04:06 p.m. -
Ahh... December is upon us. Snow, Christmas/Hannukah, presents, my birthday (of course), winter, and, my personal favorite Thanksgiving Leftovers! Best time of the year, and as of today, I only have 14 more days of school until I have 3 weeks off. 3 whole weeks!!! Horrah. Anywho, The only thing that will NOT make my ret of the year complete is the fact that after the Dec.7 episode of Alias will be taking, get this, a 5 WEEK HIATUS!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO. I don't function well waiting for 7 days much less almost 2 months. Some people... ya know?
Well, the holidays are coming, and hank holy Buddha that we're doing secret Santa, and I didn't want to spend on all my friends. Why? Cause I'm sweet that way ;) But there's this one... girl, who we don't like, and she doesn't get to secret santa with us!Neener neener neener! Hee. We're trying to, how u say, 'Phase her out'. Oh, and neener neener. And neener.
It's 'SODA'... not 'Pop'
Soda. Like orange soda or cream soda. Who says 'Orange Pop'. No. SODA. It's A L W A Y S SODA. Whoevere thought of the word pop, was high. HIGH. "I want some pop." Pop what? Pop music? Pop corn? SSSSSSOOOOOODDDDDDDAAAAAAAA...
I feel much better now.
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