Saturday, November 13, 2004

   You are what you eat huh?

Then I guess that makes me a buttered bagel with extra cream cheese!! Thanks for the concern guys, I'm feeling a lot better. It was just a bug that gradually went through everyone in the house. Laura said she'll be coming up again in December so hopefully I'll get to spend time with her then.

Acid reflux you suck!! I'm supposed to avoid food that gives me heartburn but even when I do I still get it. Even so, I know I'd get it less if I tried to steer clear of things that set it off. Ugh... how am I suppose to give up chocolate!!? I'm going to die.

Leigh went out to eat in Canada yesterday.... I don't really know why. Apparently a lot of the kids around here go to the movies there too.

I watched FMA last night. Looks good. Ghost In The Shell was good too. I saw the first few episodes a while ago before my computer died. I really liked the soundtrack. Still do.

words...*sigh*

abase-ascetic

30 down

970 to go

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Thursday, November 11, 2004

  

Bleh. That's how I felt all week. Every 10 minutes I was in the bathroom feeling like I was about to throw up. Not once did I. What really sucks is that Laura drove up to visit for a few days and the whole time she was here I was sick. BOO on sickness!! And I've completely reversed my sleeping patterns again! I don't go to sleep until 9am.

The awesome news is that I thought we were getting cable next week but we got it yesterday!! I've been without BRAVO and Cartoon Network for almost a year! No more.

Ten words a day keep the dictionary away. Memorizing words is sooo boring. Even if it is only 10 minutes a day. I'd rather watch grass grow. I haven't even looked at the crappy excuse for literature that is Tami Hoag's Guilty As Sin. My brain couldn't handle the added assault.

It's now 2am and Adult Swim is starting over so I'll continue boring you to death another time.

"Honest words are like August 3rds, they just both come maybe once a year."

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Thursday, November 4, 2004

   I am not afraid of the dark!...... Am I?

This morning at about 2:15am while I was in the middle of typing a post the power went out. It was like falling into an abyss. Total darkness. The power always went out at my old house but I was still able to see a little because I have pretty good night vision. But I was freaking out a little this morning because I couldn't see shit. When I managed to make it into another room I realized why. Looking out the window I couldn't see anything because all the other houses had lost power too. The street lights weren't even on. The moon must have been behind clouds. It was the craziest thing... looking out the window and seeing nothing but black.... it gave me the heeby jeebies. Those damn cows are trying to get to me I know it.

In other news, my mother is insane. There's barely any room in this house to breathe because everything has to stay downstairs until they finish renovating upstairs. So what does my mom do? She decides she wants to get a dog. There's a little paper here called the Free Trader and people always put in ads about pets that they have to give away. So now we have Daisy. Paco is extremely distressed. She's a 7 year old labrador and is sooo sweet. The jerks that owned her for her whole life were giving her away because they got a puppy. Assholes! As soon as I heard that I said "A neglected dog? I'll drive!" She lived on a farm and when I went to get her there were 20 cows 10 feet away from me. This one cow kept staring at me and, after talking to Daisy's owner, when I turned back around it was still staring at me and had moved right up to the fence. Too bad I didn't have my flamethrower with me. Daisy smells like a cow and because I've been petting her I smell like one too. I'm going to give her a bath in a few minutes with my apple scented shampoo.

And now I leave you with a survey that you've no doubt seen a lot of lately. I know I'm the bazillionth person to put this up so don't do it if you don't want to.

1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you have a crush on me?
5. Would you kiss me?
6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
7. Describe me in one word.
8. What was your first impression [of me]?
9. Do you still think that way about me now?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. When's the last time you saw me?
14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
15. Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?
16. What song are you listening to right now?
17. Do you love me?

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Wednesday, November 3, 2004

   Books......*sigh*

I'm now on page 508 out of 605 in Tami Hoag's Guilty As Sin... still waiting for something even remotely interesting to happen. I wish I hadn't given my 9th grade english teacher back her copy of Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere. Then I would have something decent to read. Hoag's books Ashes To Ashes and Dust To Dust were good... not as good as Neverwhere but I don't think anything is really.

There's so much dirt under my fingernails I could start an ant farm and everyone seems to think I'm wearing a sign that says "Sure, I'll carry that." Firewood and sheetrock, firewood and sheetrock. I feel like a mule. Saying that I'll help does not mean I'm fine doing it all by myself! I pick my nose at you!

My cousin Tony joined the Marines a few months ago and he's going to Iraq in February. I'm proud of what he's doing and I fully support him, but that doesn't mean I don't plan on keeping him prisoner in my basement. He's the only one who ever watches anime with me.

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Sunday, October 31, 2004

   Random thought:
I cannot, for the life of me, remember the name of the Japanese exchange student who lived with my aunt and uncle for a month. I mean, I was 9 and about to go in my Nana's pool so our only conversation was basically "HibyeCANNONBALL!!." But I should remember his name. All I know is that if he tells enough people about his experience.... no one else will want to come to America. I feel so bad for him.... I can't even stand to stay at that house for an hour. How did he last a whole month? If I new his name I'd send him a fruit basket or something. Try to reassure him that not all of us are bitchy drunks with satanic children and 6 cats and dogs who smell.

Anywho... it's funny to think how distracted I was during the last few months I went to school. In english class I found myself having to sing School House Rock songs like "Conjunction Junction What's Your Function" just to be able to form a complete sentence. "Hookin' up words and phrases and clauses." I think those songs are nifty. Everyone in that class was ready to kill me... that's for sure. Note to self: learn to sing in your head!! Where's the fun in that though?

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! I don't plan on doing anything and since I can think of nothing else to say, I shall leave you with a story. You should find it as hilarious as I do. I can't see why you wouldn't.

Back in July I was at Katelyn's house and we were doing a whole lot of nothing as usual. Then she got it in her head that we should go bike riding. At first I said "Do you know me at all? You really think it's wise to put someone as clumsy as me on a bike.... in heavy traffic?" But in the end, reluctantly, I agreed. After telling her I hadn't ridden a bike in 5 years, and even when I rode everyday... I fell off everyday, I said I really should wear a helmet. Of course she whined and said if I was going to wear one that she didn't want to go. I said I wouldn't wear one. She got her bike, that she never even used before, and I was stuck riding her stepfather's. Let me paint a picture for you... I'm maybe 5'3" when I stand up straight. Her stepfather is 6'4" and because he's OCD I didn't dare lower the bike seat. Needless to say, getting on the bike at all was no easy feat. We walked the bikes down her hill and got on. I was really wobbly at first but I kind of got the hang of it. To give you an idea of how long I was actually on the bike, I'll include an estimate of the distance. We started at the bottom of her hill, we then got on and rode about 50 feet to the end of her street. Turning right onto the busiest street in the whole damn city we went about 150 feet when Katelyn glanced over her shoulder and seeing no cars, flew across the street. Of course, by the time I looked there were cars coming from both directions. Asking her to wait a second, which she didn't, I stopped and got off to wait for someone to stop. Again, the bike was way too high and it was really hard for me to get off as well as on the frickin' thing. I had to walk the bike a few feet up to a place where the sidewalk was high enough for me to be able to climb back on without falling over. A car stopped on my side to let me go and I saw that no one was coming on the other side so I got back on the stupid bike. Well, I was gold, until I got to the middle of the street. I still don't really know what happened... I guess I just lost my balance. I completely flipped over the bike in the middle of the street. On my way down I think I screamed but when I landed I just laid there. The cars that were stopped started beeping so I decided to get up which was difficult since my legs had somehow gotten tangled all around the bike. They probably thought I was crazy because my hands and right knee were bleeding but once I was out of the street I collapsed on the sidewalk, laughing hysterically. I couldn't breathe I was laughing so hard. I can't stop laughing now. I was on my bike and then ...boom... I'm on my ass in the middle of the street. Kids, this is why you should always wear your helmet. Katelyn and I only rode for another ten minutes because all the while I was bleeding she was whining that the seat hurt her butt. Everytime I ride a bike I fall off. Full of grace... I am not. But it's so damn funny!! OMG I am such a frickin' clutz. Even now my knee still hurts though. It sounds like a rusty hinge when I bend it.

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