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Sunday, July 31, 2005

Sun, 31 Jul 2005 04:27:11 GMT

Song time bitches
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STEALTH UPDATE!!!

Na na na!

Stealth Update!

No body knows!

Stealth Update!

'Cause it's an old screen name

Yeah it's a...Stealth Update! Stealth Update! Yeah YEAH!

Monday, June 21, 2004

Mon, 21 Jun 2004 17:47:40 GMT

Hey all! My mom found my Xanga, so that's the last entry on this name! Feel free, everyone, to read my past entries.

And mom? I know it's the internet. And yes, I love you. You're a great mother, etc... etc... etc... And I feel no bitterness or resentment towards you. Feeling such things would be rather petty. HOWEVER, when I tell you I don't want you reading my Xanga, please respect my wishes. Ta-ta!

So, everyone, you'll likely be able to re-discover my Xanga, mostly because I'll resubscribe to all of you and you'll get my new Xanga then. I have to say, I'm gonna miss this one. It's served me well, and I like the screen name a great deal. *sniff* Ah well.

Au revoir, and goodbye!

Monday, June 21, 2004

Mon, 21 Jun 2004 10:15:31 GMT

Edit: I remembered a fun little incident from yesterday. I was watching a mexican stand up comedian on comedy central, and he had a bit of a propensity for sexual jokes (he was great otherwise, but his sex jokes were lame). My mom heard the TV, and demanded that I change the channel. SHe told me that even though I may understand that such things exist and how they work, that she doesn't want me wallowing in filth. Later that day, I went to rotten.com, and looked at pictures of some mexican guy who got hit by a train. It was pretty wicked, he lost all his limbs and the stumps were all sorts of colors that I didn't think our bodies contained. She saw the picture, and had absolutely no objection to me looking at it. Does this mean she just has an irrational fear of sex; or does she prefer Mexicans when they're dead to when they're procreating? Oh, the mysteries of mothers...

Weird moment today. I woke up, and I knew I'd been dreaming, but I didn't really know for how long. Had I only dreamed everything since my last memory before going to bed? Or maybe the entire last week was a dream that I was just now waking up from. Or maybe the entirety of summer, or my first year of highschool. Maybe I'd only ever been awake twice; now and once when I was six (whence an incident occured where I can well and truly claim to not be within Morpheus's grasp). Maybe I'm still dreaming.

Hmmm... Still dreaming?... I want a pony.

....

Nope. Damn. Being awake sucks. If being awake had ponies, I'd be all for it. But now I have no pony.

I went for a walk with my little brother yesterday. He's a wacky one, my brother. But wacky in an endearing way, not the ass-lancing way. He seems to enjoy walking around sans shoes, something I thought to be a quirk possessed only by me in relation to the other members of my family. He also enjoyed the puddle sloshing, which was all well and good until he slipped and cut up his knee a bit. I continued to let him slosh around and do as he wished, though I drew the line at eating dirt and frightfully unidentifiable, rubbery material we found in someone's driveway when he decided he wanted a nap.

Ooo. "The Koala Brothers" is on!

Sunday, June 20, 2004

Sun, 20 Jun 2004 12:19:57 GMT

I submitted some ideas to www.tshirthell.com yesterday. Ideas for T-shirts, that is. If you didn't know; T-shirt hell is a fantastic site specializing in depravedly humorous T-shirts. It also sells shirts for babies, and wrapping paper (my favorite wrapping paper being: hundreds of children starve to death each day. Enjoy your gift). If the gods of Depraved, Cottony Humour smile upon me, then I'll recieve $200 for each idea they use.

It's fathers day today. Do you know who YO baby's daddy is?

Saturday, June 19, 2004

Sat, 19 Jun 2004 13:22:55 GMT

Well, I've been up for about 6 hours so far and I must say the day isn't up to snuff. I missed out on my weekly saturday morning cartoon watching, because the Ben Stiller show was on. The Ben Stiller show is great and all, but it simply pales when placed next to the genius that is the holy Trifecta of Dilbert, Duckman, and of course the Critic. I guess they've got to promote his new movie, Dodgeball. Speaking of which, who in Harold Ramis's happy green earth is that actress who's in that movie? By "The actress" I mean the woman. It seems as if she's famous, but I just can't place who she is. I thought it was Jennifer Aniston at first, but I saw her in an interview for the movie and realized it wasn't her. I still don't know though. Perhaps she played Melany (Melody? Moonpie-Balogna?) on Hey Dude...

...I feel as if I should reminisce (reminice?) about Hey Dude. On the other hand, 15 years old is simply much too young to be nostalgic, isn't it? At times I find myself being nostalgic about the present. Rather, I get the sense that I'm currently living in the best period of my life, my golden years. That's kind of depressing, but I ought to enjoy it while it lasts. Still, much too young for nostalgia. I need another decade, at least.

My mother and father tried to get my Xanga name out of me the other day. They were surprised that I didn't want them reading it. THey believe that, since it's on the internet which is open to the world, that I obviously can't be writing anything private here. And I admit, that is a valid point. However, I never have-

WOAH!!!! I just totally had my thought process interrupted! Weird Al Yankovic is going on tour for Poodlehat, and having a concert in the Starlight theatre!... Again! August 13! Hm. Well, if tickets cost about 30 dollars, and I already have 8, then logically (were tax to be included) I would have to clean my sister's room 3 and a half more times (to give myself some breathing room). Hmm... Already I'm needing to figure out how to get this money. If anyone else is planning to go, we could probably get some sort of group deal together. That'd be fun.

I'd say Weird Al is a hero of mine. Maybe not my biggest hero, but a pretty big one. Him, Harold Ramis, Neil Gaiman, Joss Whedon, Kevin Smith and Jerry Seinfeld. Ahhh... If they somehow collaborated on something... Although, that wouldn't really make much sense. Some of their talents may mesh well, but for some reason I don't think Buffy The Vampire Slayer would have had the same "Oomph" if it had Polka and Cereal. And Ghostbusters could probably do without Kevin Smith's fascinations with goatees, porn and star wars.

Friday, June 18, 2004

Fri, 18 Jun 2004 10:35:06 GMT

So, to extrapolate a bit on my last post, cleaning my sister's room was... Odd.

I don't think any of you have ever been in my sister's bedroom, but it's crazy in there. The garbage in there (papers, etc...) was literally up to my knees. Only two parts of her room WEREN'T coated in garbage and loose papers. Her bed, and her waste-paper basket.

What's really weird, is that I found rocks in there. Not normal rocks, like the ones you find in the wilderness. I found rocks indigenous specifically to my sister's room. It was like an insane Geologist's wet dream, there were rocks there that had FORMED NATURALLY in her room, and that seemed to defy any sort of normal classification.

What's more, there were... things. Things living in her room. Not rats. Things Man Was Not Meant to Know (TM). Beneath her drawer specifically, I found a magically haunting, yet sanity-blasting land of Olde Gods that make Gozer look like a naughty puppy. Things that make Cthulhu look like just another guy using a squid for a hat. I'm surprised I even made it out alive. Fortunately for me, my sister also leaves her clothes lying around so I just threw a sock of hers at the Elder Things of Old-School Evil. It seems that even the most primordial of powerful demon-gods just can't beat a 13 year old girl's poor hygene.

Thursday, June 17, 2004

Thu, 17 Jun 2004 20:05:55 GMT

-_-;

Just got done cleaning mihan's room.

Sweet fancy moses.

I filled four garbage bags FULL of junk from in there.

For 8 bucks.

Wow.

Tuesday, June 15, 2004

Tue, 15 Jun 2004 17:55:33 GMT

Edit: Oh hey, I'll be at D&D and theatre camp tomorrow, which means I'll be unavailable between 8:00 and 5:00 and maybe later, so if you expect to want to chat in that time, tell me here and I'll make sure to call you afte D&D.

Hmmm... It would seem that, unlike my most wonderful of Soul Sisters Aubrey (shout out. yeah.) I can not avoid Xanga whoredom. Ah well. I just wish Xanga weren't such a HARSH pimp. He slaps me sometimes, saying things like "Look at all yo' missin' out on Xanga premium bitch! You could have image hostin' and Xanga skins! But naw, you jist wanna flout around on the free version. Shit bitch, where's my money?" It's really quite sad.

Hmmm... I took a test to see which Harry Potter house I belong in. http://www.personalitylab.org/tests/ccq_hogwarts.htm It's long (112 questions), but very thorough. It tells you exactly how many points you earn in each category. I got 78 in Hufflepuff, 75 in Ravenclaw, 56 in Gryffindor, and 40 in Slytherin.

And just as an aside, if I've seemed terribly aloof or cold to ANY of you recently, I offer my sincerest appologies. I haven't really had any reason to be acting that way, nor has it been intentional. I've just been noticing that every time I talk to someone I feel like I'm accidentally giving them the feeling that they may be unwanted, which is usually the exact opposite of how I've been thinking.

Monday, June 14, 2004

Mon, 14 Jun 2004 17:38:07 GMT

Wow. Packed several hours since my last entry. Haven't been able to update, Xanga kills my computer so I have to use me mum's.

Let's see... First things first, my parents have decided to start enforcing the old rule we used to have. Now I'm only allowed on the computer during odd numbered hours, which means you'll have to call me to contact me. But, I'm now allowed to have friends over and the like when my dad's not home. I'm thinking of having a party to celebrate, but at the moment I can only have one person over at a time, and my dad's home a lot. So it'll be more like several two person parties taking the span of the rest of summer. Still, I'm looking for non-net ways to pass the time now, so if I get bored and call you for the hell of it don't be afraid. Stay and chat or tell me to fuck off, at your choice.

Casey was here. That was fun. We played videogames, watched movies, and chatted. It's odd, I think he has more in common with my parents than he does with me. Ahhh, the joys of immaturity, lol. Still, we had a grand ol' time. We learned that one of the Pixar animators who worked on A Bug's Life died at age 42 of melanoma.

I had theatre camp today for the first time today. That was... interesting. I'm the only one left from my first year there, which is sad. There are also only 8 people in the camp now, which is also sad. Hopefully more will be joining soon. No bad apples, only one boring kid, and one guy who's a bit of a spaz.

Sunday, June 13, 2004

Sun, 13 Jun 2004 11:38:03 GMT

Hmmm... I'll probably be cleaning most of the day today, but don't worry. I'll be in the same room as my computer and AIM will be on so if you want to chat, just pop up a message.

I started teaching myself the bass yesterday. You know what they say, most comedians want to be Rock Stars and most Rock Stars want to be comedians. Though I guess for that to apply, you have to actually have one of the above as your profession. Though I wonder what it means that I capitalized Rock Stars and not comedians. Does that mean the Rock Star lifestyle seems larger and life, more appealing, and more important? Or does it just mean that my grammar sucks?

I start theatre camp on Monday. Or maybe I don't, depending on whether or not I actually go to the first "session". I don't really particularly WANT to be in this theatre camp, we always do shitty plays and I'll be the oldest one there. I just don't see anything good coming out of the play Charlotte's Web done by three 15 year olds, 2 12 year olds, and a gaggle of ankle-biters. It's like the equation for "Suck". I feel like we should get a grant or something to further research this stuff. Still, I have friends there who I oughtta say goodbye to. Or maybe I'll just kill them, stuff them, and keep them forever locked in my basement having a tea party...