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MY MOOD:
NAME: Call me what you want, just don't call me late for supper!
PEOPLE CALL ME: Kiri, FX, and "Hey! You!"
I AM: 18, A Student, an employee, a daughter, and a nut
I LIKE: Chocolate, Taco Bell, Mercedes Lackey books, Fantasy books in general, RPing, LOTR, and boys
I DON'T LIKE: My DM, long boring days, Math, and living so far away from all of my friends
REACH ME AT:
Foxtrot Xray
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Kiri
Special FX: The Archives
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Tuesday, January 21, 2003
12:21 a.m.
I hate being female. It's gross, disgusting, messy, and painful. Not to mention embaressing (All males might not wanna continue to read)
Hate hate hate. Being female definitely sucks. Big time.
All guys should stay away from me for a few days. I'm not going to be in the best of humor with anyone of the male persuasion. (this may exclude Al. Get back to me on that one)
Now, if you excuse me, I'm gonna go cry because the world is mean.
Sunday, January 19, 2003
10:47 p.m.
WARNING: The following is a rant about the author's current state of mind, and while she feels that all of this is true, it's probably not, so you should probably just skip reading this.
I have come to the conclusion, however depressing, that I am never going to be married, or even have a decent boyfriend for that matter. I mean, lets look at what I have going for me: ... ::Circket chirp:: Exactly.
Ok, now let's see what I don't have going for me: I'm fat, I'm not the best looking person around (though I know I'm not ugly because I've seen ugly, and it's UG-LEE, and I'm certainly not that, I don't think) My sense of humor is off nine times out of ten, I'm not too smart, and my hair is currently two shades of red and a shade of brown. Now why does that not seem like it's gonna be anyone's dream date?
I keep on trying to tell myself "Hey, if SIMY (and yes, that is encoded. I never know who's reading this) can get a guy and marry him, you should have no problem." Yeah. Right. Not as encouraging as it should be.
Let's just face the facts, shall we? I am going to grow old and alone. Be a teacher and live in a small house with lots of cats, grading my papers by moonlight until I go blind from the strain and ease myself into an early, lonely retirement with more cats and a seeing-eye dog that thinks he's a cat.
God, that's about as depressing as the thought of not having a family of my own. Esspecially since I hate cats.
Maybe I'll have dogs.... lots of little dogs... Like Frisket...
I think I'm going nuts. Let's just say that I'm romance deprived, tired of living vicariously through books and my friends (though Lisa/Rick and Jo/Dylin, I am more than happy for you, I'm just wallowing in the myre of my own selfpity right now)And want a BF that's not a jerkoff. Exhibit A is now one of my best friends, and exhibits B & C are complete morons who wanted one things from me, and both were talking about marriage and stuff from the word go. Boy, do I know how to pick some winners. Oi.
ok, so to sum things up: Depressed, never going to get married or anything, may as well sign into a convent right now, make a teacher, live with cats, go blind, meow at the seeing-eye dog, die miserably, the end.
Oi, am I gonna get a lotta emails for this. OK, folks, email addys are in the lower left hand corner, or you can sign the guest book in the lower right hand corner. Go ahead, tell me how wrong I am for this. I probably won't beleive you for a few days.
Friday, January 17, 2003
11:44 p.m.
Which Ringwraith are You?
By Lisa
I knew it! I knew it! I knew I was the world's oldest child! And this just proves it! (Ok, so what if the Nazgul are supposed to be undead kings, stuck in the limbo between life and death, forced to serve Sauron and therefore having no real thought or personality for themselves. It's the outcome of the quiz that matters here, folks. Really.)
Friday, January 17, 2003
11:38 p.m.
Which Good Charlotte song are you?
Ok, I have no idea who Good Charlotte is, but this was up on Jook's page, and I'm bored. Leave me alone.
Friday, January 17, 2003
11:20 p.m.
The latest from the school front:
English: I speak it. Anyway. I typed a short mini essay we were supposed to do cuz I work better on the computer than by writing by hand, and I know for a fact my handwriting is hardly legible (it's a lefty thing). So, I type this essay/responce thing because it's easier for me and the teacher, Mr. S, gives me this look like "Are you nuts?" And tells me "It didn't have to be this extensive." So, I tell him straight up: It's easier for me to work on the computer. He'd better get used to seeing typed papers from me. He'll rarely get handwritten, and when he does he'll probably be thankful I usually use a word processor.
Art Appreciation: Call me crazy, but I don't like this class very well. The teacher (I'll call her Madame) is ANTI coloring book! Who in the world could be anti coloring book? They're fun! They're learning tools! "They take away from a child's developing creativity." Baloney. I don't get it, but then, I love coloring books, and still color. Maybe I should bring a coloring book and crayons to class.... it's an idea that has merit.
An unanticipated bonus to this class though: One of the guys looks like a young Mel Gibson. Nice to look at, but not my type.
Moving on.
Public Speaking: Oh the things I could say about this class. We laugh, we eat donuts, we do no real work. Obviously my favorite class. It helps that I already have two friends in this class, I'll think of nicknames when it becomes apparent that I'll be writing a lot about them.
And Finally Math: I'll say this: I like math better than I like Art Ap. Anyone who knows me well at all is surely wanting to admit me to McDermott right now. Feh.
And that is the local school update. Ta ta!
Thursday, January 16, 2003
10:13 p.m.
Inventory.
Eeee-vil.
Bad, bad, very bad, bad bad.
Ok, I do not like inventory. I do not like the idea that I have to spend my time at work actually, well, working.
It's dumb that we have to count, and count, count some more, and count, and then I go home and do math homework. Numbers suck. I have a vendetta against them.
At least at this point in time when they're giving me such a headache.
In other news: No late homework yet. Even in math. Yay!
Yes, I must go. TTFN
K
Thursday, January 16, 2003
12:11 a.m.
Yeah, I know. It's late. I should be in bed. Fooey.
Live, (or not so) from my computer: "My sisters Snow Day Prayer"
Oh the Weather outside is frightful
but the fire is so delightful
so as long as I want it so
Let it snow, Let it snow, let it snow.
In Jesus name, Amen.
And there you go. I still say she's going to school tomorrow.
Adios, I have a date with a pillow.
Tuesday, January 14, 2003
11:12 a.m.
Math. Which I have in 45 minutes. Blech.
In other news, my archives are now working. I am thoroughly confuzzled. I don't get it, but I won't question it. Sidenote: The first set of archives titled "Shooting Stars" doesn't work right now. It may never work. It may be my computer being bitchy. I don't know. But Falling Stars does. Also note that they'll be titled by dates from now on.
That said, umm... bye!
Monday, January 13, 2003
09:37 p.m.
Things that piss the hell out of me:
1) When the college bookstore is so disorganized that it not only fails to get me all the books I need for a class when I reserve them, but then makes me run in circles like chicken with my head cut off before I can pay for the damned thing. Needless to say I got a little torqued off, and gaves several withering looks in the general direction of the cashier and the store manager.
2) Ex-boyfriends. One in particular. This certain ex I broke up with because he was talking about marriage on the first date, and was already looking at a ring on the second day we were going out (the second day also being the second day of our aquaintance) and he was telling me that he wanted to sleep with me even though he knew my standpoint on sex (not without a ring on my finger and certain vows said) and trying to tell me that we were gonna have sex while we were engaged or before. Said Ex is now telling people that he broke up with me because I was the one moving too fast and already talking about marriage and stuff. Umm... HELLO!!!!!! What kind of moron is this guy? Anyone that knows me knows I'm not gonna move that fricken fast. This guy is out of his bloody head!
Thank God I got out of that relationship when I did.
In other news: I am no longer Assis. Manager at my store. Thank God. While it was an interesting and worthwhile experience, I'm glad it's over. I'm happy just being an employee once again.
And school started today. I liked it. Public speaking is my favourite class so far, but that may change when I actually have to get up in front of the class and talk.
English was good too. My friend Jimmi was in it, and we were both glad that there was someone we knew in the class. I think we'll prolly be sitting together for the rest of the semester. I won't complain. She's nice.
Art Appreciation is gonna be interesting, though the teacher looked at me weird when I mentioned my tattoo, then said something about the class seeing it someday. Not in the near future, ma'am. It's just too cold to wear the kind of shirt that would allow my shoulders to show.
Math is my most dreaded class, mainly because I suck at it. I'm in Pre-Al, that meets everyday for 8 weeks, and then an Intro-Al that meets for the last 8 weeks. Pray for me.
C'est ca.
K
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MY FRIENDS ARE:
Amber
Dagger
Jooky
I ENJOY GOING TO:
Tomato Nation
LOTR
Realm of Al
Yahoo
Omaha.com
MY LANDLORD:
Pitas
I AM ENSLAVED BY:
Things Remembered
MY FAVORITE AUTHORS ARE:
Andre Norton
Mercedes Lackey
Tamora Pierce
Piers Anthony
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