Monday, November 21, 2005

   Nov. 21st
yo, yo, whaddup? y'alls doin okay?

last night i was dancing. wow. i never dance, but last night, i was dancing, and it was....well, it was a whole lotta fun. it was with aixa and a few drummers and a singer, and two women salsa dancers, and we just moved. and i'm serious, if everyone did that at those stupid school dances, those things COULD have some semblance of fun, y'know.

Hm. today is national hello day. all you gotta do is greet ten strangers. i don't like strangers, but apparently i have to greet them--hey, i got an idea--HELLOOO! okay, i believe i've done my quota for today. i don't know ANY of y'all, so basically, you're all strangers...no....shut up....no....it works, shut up....no, no, no, no, no.....shut up....

IT'S PUMPKIN PIE DAY. Yay! i love to just eat the filling of the pumkin pies, it's so thick and really, really, reallly sweet and...not good for you at all. which is the point. and i wonder why they don't have pecan pie day. i'll bet it's on the same day as christmas, you watch. if it's not, then....i'll make a pecan pie day, because any pie that's sticky, with sugar and pecans, should have just as much right to holiday as pumpkin pies.

did you know that cucumbers and iceberg lettuce DO have some nutritional value? fiber and water. yahoo. pickles have none whatsoever...but i like 'em anyway.


now don't that just make your mouth water. admittedly, they're cucumbers, and not pickles...but still.

later dudes.
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Sunday, November 20, 2005

Nov. 20th
If Lash27 is reading this--
I did sign your guestbook. A long time ago. Because I can't sign it now and I'm far too lazy to delete my signature and write another one. Ain't nothing but the truth.

By show of--um--comments---who has a PC?

Alright, most of you? Yeah. Well, you shove you and your P.C. up your ass.....

I'm sorry, did I say that aloud? I did, didn't I? Nasty, nasty habit. Okay, how's this--PC's suck, but seeing as it's national Name Your PC day (and I'm not kidding. It is.) then why don't you go and name your precious little PC's. Apples rock. Everything else sucks. Apple computers and apple programs rock, the iIdiots can go to hell, money-mooching bastards.

Hmm....I suggest you name your P.C. something sensitive. Like Ass-monkey. Or Freezer pop. I dunno.

If you're wondering why I resent P.C's, it's because I lost a full novella due to it's idiocy. So there.

Apple. Apple.AppleappleappleappLE! Get it into your heads.

On a (somewhat) lighter note, it's also Traffic Light Day. Hark the sound of one hand clapping.

Okay, how's this. We could have no cars and not need traffic lights. Or we could live in a dog-eat-dog world where the insurance companies would be crazy rich because we didn't have 'em. Give thanks for simple pleasures.

'Course, it would suit me just fine if I didn't have a car and everything was close enough to walk or bike to. Then we'd have bicycle crashes on the sidewalks.

(i.e. "And here we have a surviver of a head-on bicycle collision, Mary Dork! tell us about it, Mary!"

"Well, you know, when we used to have cars, we swerved to avoid deer. Not because we cared about the deer. Because the deer would kill our cars, am I right?"

"Possibly. Get on with your story."

"Will do. Now. There was this man riding his bike at LEAST ten miles an hour and that's illegal on a crowded sidewalk, am I right?"

"Possibly. I'm not here to answer questions, I'm here to ask them."

"Ah. So, anyway, he's comin' and me, and I look down, and there's this little HAMPSTER--"

"Hampster, Mrs. Dork? What was a hampster--"

"Oh, don't ask me. Anyway, it was waving around its big bushy tail--"

"Are you sure you don't mean squirell, Ma'am?"

"Oh, yes, that's what I meant. Squirell, and he was the most AH-DOHR-ABLE thing, so I just swerved at this guy--ten feet tall and riding this huge, massive tractor--"

"bicycle, Mrs. Dork."

"Ah, that's right. Bicycle, and he hits me at ten miles an hour.")

I know, I know, i'm stupid. but i was just giving you a taste of what it would be like inside me head, yeah? random. totally.

later, dudes.
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Saturday, November 19, 2005

   beware. foul moods ahead.
okay. i (tragically) missed push someones buttons day yesterday. however, today, I will make sure that I completely cover....

Have a Bad Day day. Yep. And I got the perfect pix for that.

Now this--THIS is what I'm good at. Keep in mind that I don't care if you burst into tears at any moment.

This first one, I thought, was just kinda funny.

Now ain't that funny.
Continue on your bad day tour.


I hope your best friend betrays you and when you turn from him/her, you slip and fall face forward in a mound of dog poop. And they laugh at you.

And then, I hope everyone around you calls you gay for everything you do. Then I hope you have no one to sit with and lunch so you spend the period in the library, reading stupid books with no literary value whatsoever.

And then, I hope when you walk home, you find this page and gape in horror at the power I have over your life.


HAAAAAAAAARGH! FEAR ME!

Oh. Today is also Pop Tart day because today was the day that Pop Tarts were created. For the weight-obsessed, it is a day of mourning. For hyper six-year-olds that I have to babysit, it is the best day of the year besides easter (ie. CHOCOLATE!CHOCOLATE!CHOCOLATE!CHOCOLATE!CHOCOLATE!CHOCOLATE!CHOCOLATE!)

Anyway, here's a pic of how Pop Tarts started out.

Amazing. They went from talking toaster with a rudolph nose to scooby doo, to idiotic boys who obsess over the blueness of their stupid little pastries.
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Tuesday, November 15, 2005

   Nov. 15th
National writing day.

I am not kidding. I am being completely truthful.

THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

I didn't even know that existed. I mean, it's not like you can just choose when to be inspired...it's stupid, but oh, well..

It's also George Spelvin day (whoever the hell he is), America recycles day, and a whole buncha other CRAP.

Okay, I'm really pissed off because my friend (who lives in arkansas) is trying to turn me into a christian.

What's wrong with that, you ask?

Nothing. Except it is NOT colonial times, nor is it the dark ages, and I'm not here to be converted to a religion that uses a book written entirely by men for a basis, that contradicts itself multiple times, and says homosexuals are an abomination, DAMMIT! And I'm not giving my life to someone I don't know exists, not now not ever. And anyway, if God was really all-knowing, what kind of stupid mistake did he make creating HUMANS? And how come we gotta worship him for eternal happiness? Doesn't he know we're imperfect? This is just pissing me off, and it will continue to piss me off until the end of time. And there's nothing--nothing, I tell you, nothing--you can do about it.

I found out today that I have the characteristics of Explosive disorder or something. That means that I explode with anger every time something even mildly irritates me. I don't know. It was from one of my mom's many psychology books (she's got a master's in psychology. She's very proud of all her A's.)

Wow. This is turning out to be long, and I still have a whole 'nother holiday to cover.

Teddy bear day.

The Teddy bear, I believe, originated when Teddy Rosevelt (unless I'm spelling his name wrong, in which case I don't really care) saved a bear on a hunting trip or something, and they started making "Teddy" bears to thank him. And that's how Teddy bears orginated.



Now, don'cha lovitt?
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Sunday, November 13, 2005

Nov.13th
Gingerbread house day.

If you've ever been to the Eastman house 'round christmas you know that they sometimes have a gingerbread house day. This is not it, but they do have it.
I, of course, live in the same town as the Eastman house. Duh. Rochester, NY. Anyway, they have a scavenger hunt, and there are gingerbread houses all over the house.

ALL over the house. It's really cool. But you really shouldn't eat them, though they're usually very edible. Originally. They have fricking Gingerbread hotels. It's awesome.

Anyway, in honor of Gingerbread house day, I'm posting some spectacular GBH photos. If this your Gingerbread house....oh, come OFF it! But if it is, then, congrats, I guess...


This one I saw in person @ the Eastman house. In the background, you can see the other Gingerbread houses for the scavenger hunt. (upstairs there are huge ones....without any casing.)





I'm sooooo tired. Let's not go into detail over why, but I AM tired....
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Friday, November 11, 2005

Nov. 11th
Today I have off from school, the least I could do was dedicate it to people who have died in this pointless war in Iraq.

Yeah, you heard me right. When the number of deaths, and the deaths there will be because of our president's stupidity, overshadows the gain, it's pointless. It was torture, over two thousand deaths of native Iraq people, and over a thousand deaths of American soldiers for some bio-weapons and Saddam Hussein.

I bet Bush Sr. is very proud right now.

Kids and teens and adults and pretty much most of the country protested to get us out of vietnam. Because they were drafting soldiers.

Oh, what, if OUR kids aren't being sent over it doesn't matter? Or did we seriously think that we were in the right? Germany, England or whoever they are--they thought it was wrong, and they refused to be our allies. Actually, anyone who really mattered thought we were wrong. We were allied with countries--islands--who really couldn't do anything.

So today, I'm honoring the soldiers that put their lives down for our country, for becoming just another letter, another sad note in this stupid mourning song, another ugly number in death. Thank you. I'm sure the president says the same.
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Thursday, November 10, 2005

Nov. 10th
Ah, but I'm getting lazy in my randomness! Deal.

Today is....*trumpets* The anniversery of the premiere of Sesame street! Sesame street is 35 years old. Since Cookie Monster has already been honored, it's time to honor one of the most cool characters from Sesame street.....



You got it. The count. I thought he and his organ were awesome. His singing organ. Ha. It was such a long time ago, but I still remember it. I know. I'm boggling your mind. I'm so fascinating.

When I was searching up Sesame Street on google, this dude came up.



Wow, random flashbacks. Can you believe that little worm... how many of you watched Sesame street as kids? (*two people raise their hands*) Oh, come on. Dude. You gotta remeber this one, he was so hilarious.

Okay. I've promoted Sesame Street more than I ever thought I would. Next time I do (inevitably there will be a next time) I should probably do my OTHER favorite character--Oscar the grouch.

Later, man.

Okay, that came from nowhere, except the obvious.

Do any of you read Nana, done by Shojo beat? About the teeny bopper girl and the rockstar?
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Wednesday, November 9, 2005

Nov. 9th
The Berlin wall opened today in 1989. The wall that split apart families opened again. People saw....uh...their pets again? I dunno.
The point is, according to my SS teacher, today is a very important day in history.

I know, I don't really care either. I know. I'm here to be random. Truth is, I don't have any random holidays today--like, really random, so I'll give you a random fact, instead.

One percent of Greenland's population lives in a single apartment building.

I wanna move there. There or London.
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Monday, November 7, 2005

Nov. 7
I'm in a good mood. I just read a really good fanfic.....
Well, it's election day, according to my sources, but it's also Marie Curie's birthday!
All hail the inventor of the substance that could kill us all!
Well, it's true.
But Marie Curie was very determined, something we should all be. Actually, maybe determined isn't the right word. She was obsessive. She went to bed with a jar of radium next to her. She fell asleep watching it glow.

Obsessive. Determined. What's the difference?
The way she completely blinded herself to the negative effects of radium, however, was a bit overkill. Only a little. She died of leukemia (I think that's how you spell it.) because she was around radium too long and too often.
You know when my grandfather was a kid, he would go to the shoe store and there would be a thing where you could get an x-ray of your own foot? You just stuck your foot under and you could see the bones. That's creepy. And dangerous.

What other random facts can I give you...?
Ah. One of the ingredients in dynamite is peanuts.

Later.

Thank you, ziopheth, for the 'randomness' comment.. But I think that was proved during the cookie monster incident. And soon people will depend on me for random facts, or at least to be slithtly surprised.
They did know about the negative effects of radium back then. There was an incident where they used radium to paint on the arms of watches so they'd glow. Twelve ladies licked their brushes so they would come to a better point. All of them died of throat cancer.

If you're wondering how I know, it's because my dad listens to science fridays on NPR and when he used to pick me up from school, I had to listen to a full hour of them....
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Sunday, November 6, 2005

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Huzzah. I added my oneshot (one of my many oneshots) to fanfiction.net. It sucks, but read it anyway.

crushed by a dandelion is my penname.
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