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Tuesday, October 24th, 2006
3:05 pm	boo yes, I'm still alive--to my 2 readers. I'm just having a busy week. Maybe I'll post more next monday, when things free up a little bit. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, May 1st, 2006
4:31 pm	bite me And this is what it said about me. Let me know if it's right or not. Fireman's Carry Traits and Tendencies: Fireman's Carry is the pose of two people who are fully committed. They may feel reluctant to commit to anything else in their lives (Fireman's Carry couples tend to rent versus own, and respond to every invitation with a "maybe"), but their dedication to each other is unshakeable. Fireman's Carriers often arrive at this level of committment rather suddenly; after a lifetime of keep-away, they encounter their person in some unexpected location (the DMV), and their reluctance to get involved evaporates with a suddenness that surprises everyone they know. Comfort Zone: The Fireman's Carry pose is in the Wind Sleeper zone; other Wind poses you might like include The Zipper, and Bird in Hand. A Warning about Sizing: Fireman's Carriers often think they're shorter and thinner than they really are, which can lead to overly snug clothing if catalog shopping is relied upon too heavily. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
4:26 pm	bean sprouts I got this from Christ...it's really sorta funny... Find your own pose! PS--By Christ, I mean Christine, not Jesus Current Mood: angry at Milbrath Current Music: tv noises (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 15th, 2006
9:56 am	the hills were alive with the sound of monkey Okay, nerver mind--they found the girl. Whoopie! More news: Dig and Save is the best store ever. Great Dig and Save finds: ---A little girls t-shirt that says "I had my birthday party at Badger Gymnastics Academy" (I'm wearing it right now) ---A little girl's shirt that says Bratfest and has a smiley face made out of a hotdog ---a pair of courduroys ---ugly pj pants ---a fuzzy, zippy sweater ---a cute skirt ---plaid pants ---and lots and lots and lots of other stuff. Current Mood: hungry Current Music: none (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 1st, 2006
7:47 pm	little red riding hood, you sure are looking good... So they announced today that a girl in the senior class went missing 2 days ago, and nobody knows where she is. She left her house without a coat, and possibly without shoes. If she doesn't turn up tonight, they're going to announce it to the media and start a big search in the area. I think it's already too late. She's gone, and if they don't find her soon, she's never going to turn up again--at least not alive, anyway. She'll slip through the cracks and become another nameless, faceless girl who will live and die without anyone aware of her. She'll fall into the drug trade, or prostitution, or worse. Ashleigh Momberg, the girl in my Honors English class, is gone, and nobody knows where she is. It's like she dissapeared. On a lighter note, here are some delicious quotes: "The hills were alive with the sound of monkey." --"Get Fuzzy" cartoon "Why do I always think gettin' you home for Life Day is gonna be easy?" --Han Solo to Chewbacca in the Star Wars Holiday Special "Would you look at Lumpy! He's sure grown, huh? And I think his voice is changing!" --Han Solo in the Star Wars Holiday Special "I am your fantasy. I am your experience. So experience me. I am your pleasure. Enjoy me. This is our moment together in time that we might turn this moment into an eternity." --Hologram wookie porn in the Star Wars Holiday Special Luke Skywalker:Come on Malla, let's see a little smile. Come on... Malla: Waagork! Luke: There, that's better. Try to enjoy your Life Day. --Star Wars Holiday Special "But I am always dreaming, even whe I am awake. It is never finished." --Lady Amalthea, The Last Unicorn Jareth: You remind me of the babe. Goblin: What babe? Jareth: The babe with the power. Different Goblin: What power? Jareth: The power of voodoo. Goblin: Who do? Jareth: You do. Goblin: Do what? Jareth: Remind me of the babe. --Labyrinth Sarah: Give me the child. Jareth: Sarah, beware. I have been generous till now and I can be cruel. Sarah: Generous? What have you done that is generous? Jareth: Everything! Everything that you wanted I have done. You asked that the child be taken. I took him. You cowered before me and I was frightening. I have reordered time. I have turned the world upside down. And I have done it all for you! I am exhausted from living up to your expectations. Isn't that generous? --Labyrinth Top Red Guard: Well the only way out of here is to try one of these doors! Top Blue Guard: One of them leads to the castle at the end of the labyrinth, and the other one leads to... . Top Red Guard: bom bom BOM BOM Top Blue Guard: Certain DEATH! all 4 guards at once: Ooooooooooooohhhhh! --Labyrinth Mommy Fortuna: The harpy's as real as you are, and just as immortal. And she was just as easy to catch, if you want to know. Unicorn: Do not boast, old woman. You death sits in that cage, and she hears you. Mommy Fortuna: Oh, she'll kill me one day or another. But she will remember forever that I caught her, and I held her prisoner. So there's my immortality, eh? Unicorn: Let me go. And let her go to. I cannot bear to see her caged. We are two sides of the same magic... The harpy and me, we are not for you. --The last Unicorn "It is very rare that a person is taken for what they truly are." --Schmendrick the magician, The Last Unicorn "I would tell you what you want to know if I could mum, but I be a cat. And no cat anywhere, ever gave anyone a straight answer." --Pirate cat, The Last Unicorn Haggard: What are you looking at? Amalthea: The sea. Haggard: Ah yes, the sea is always good. There is nothing I can look at for very long, except the sea. --The Last Unicorn Unicorn: Tell me, butterfly, have you seen the other unicorns? Butterfly: [singing] Oh, have you seen the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man? --The Last Unicorn "My brothers--they never went blind for what they did, but I may as well have..." --Alanis Morrisette "We all had delusions in our heads/ We all had our minds made up for us/ We had to believe in something/ So we did..." --Alanis Morrisette "I use antlers in all of my decorating!" --Gustan, Beauty and the Beast Current Mood: creative (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006
7:45 pm	Snow day--Part II Last thursday, (the 16th), we got like a foot of snow and didn't have to go to school. Which was wonderful. I woke up at 12 pm, took a shower, took a nap from 2-3 pm, and then spent the rest of the evening watching an America's Next Top Model marathon and cutting out paper snowflakes. In other words...I did absolutely nothing. And it was all I have ever dreamed of. (Comment on this)
7:37 pm	the irony of it all The last entry I made in this was about 5 months ago...but as of this entry, not much has changed. Pokey has an ear infection. Intead of dirty socks, his ear smells like rotten meat. I once smelled a dumster full of rotten food that smelled like Pokey's ear--except it wasn't quite so stinky. I took him to the vet, and they cleaned out his ears with big q-tips and charged us $40 for it. What a rip. Hopefully, Pokey will soon be a healthy, happy dog who no longer smells like something crawled up his ear and died. Current Mood: amused Current Music: none (Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 26th, 2005
10:22 pm	News Flash The inside of Pokey's ears smell like sweaty, stinky feet. He has a tumor that looks like a piece of pink chewed-up bubble gum in one ear, and both ears have goopy and crusty (yes, goopy AND crusty, amazing but true) black things in them. Pokey needs to go to the vet and get his ears cleaned with a power-washer or something. He's old and farty and smelly and dirty and no one likes him but we love him anyway. I recently learned that Pokey enjoys eating macaroni and cheese. Of course, Pokey enjoys eating anything. Negrita just ate a tampon wrapper and barfed it up under my bed. She still has fears of pooping, and whines before she poops every morning because it makes her sad. She also killed her only friend (or so she thought), Mr. Dead Mouse . She looked at the dead mouse, and back at me, and back at the mouse, and then she touched it to try and make it move. She doesn't understand that playing Whack-a-Mole with her new friends makes them all dead. She gets sad when her friends die, and then must eat copious amounts of cardboard to console herself. Chloe has decided she wants to be a model, and whenever I take my camera out to take photos for Photography class, she runs up to me and makes me take pictures of her. We keep telling her, "Chloe, you can't be a model. You're too fat." She was the killer of Baby Dead Mouse the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd, Mrs. Dead Mouse, and Grandpa Dead Mouse (she literally scared Gramdpa Mouse to death. His poor little heart gave out--but he had the poor taste to die behind the dresser where we couldn't reach him). Unlike Negrita, Chloe is not stupid. She knows she kills the mice and doesn't think their her friends like Little Miss Delusional upstairs. And she has told me that she is very proud of herself. That's all folks. None of the people are as interesting as out messed-up pets. Current Mood: confused (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 5th, 2005
7:07 pm	i mean took (Comment on this)
7:07 pm	tootk from christine chakramsaber took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test! "Needs to feel identified with someone or something..." Click here to read the rest of the results. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 24th, 2005
9:00 pm	evidence we DID see patriot games. Christine.. Last movie seen: patriot games it was posted in my LJ. Poop on you. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
8:56 pm	i like mullets and your mom. (Comment on this)
8:54 pm	Christine tagged me and i don't know what it means. I'm crying inside. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 17th, 2005
7:56 pm	Bounty Hunter I'm so excited. I'm going to make a cake for the party. I want to get a DVD. I'll buy some day-old doughnuts to bring too. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
7:54 pm	hey barf face you--Christine. Are you my anonymous message poster? Or is someone else *(gasp)* posting comments? Lemme know. Current Mood: complacent Current Music: cheese (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 20th, 2005
8:55 pm	Slippy Summer is slippy. I can't catch it. It's too fast, too far, and too sneaky for me to get. Current Mood: crushed (1 Comment |Comment on this)
7:13 pm	I love my bike. It is my baby, and if I don't clean it and exercise it and care for it, it will die. Like my Casio calculator, the firstborn child. My calculator is now very jealous of my bike. I ride to work, I ride to volunteering, I ride to the store, I ride to the library--it's sweet!! Current Mood: chipper Current Music: your mom (Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 29th, 2005
8:12 pm	Jesus was a pimp It's storytime, children! Now gather round, and I'll tell you a tale on this rainy afternoon... Once upon a time, a little girl dreamt. She is always dreaming, even when she's awake. It is never finished. She slides into this world of dreaming, where dark, shimmering thoughts await her. But she is choking on the oily liquid of her dreaming. She is drowning. And when she dies, her parents will console themselves by thinking, at least, she was asleep. At least she died with peaceful dreams. They'll never know her dreams were killing her. Lovely. Good to the last drop. Current Mood: crazy (2 Comments |Comment on this)
7:56 pm	I'm cleaning my room. It is a MESS. My mom said if there's stuff on the floor by friday, she's going to throw it out. Normally, I'd feel that this was an idle threat, but lately, my mom's been acting so crazy she just might do it. I've been rearranging furniture, organizing my clothing by style, color and season, and inhaling lots of dust. I can't decide how I'd like my furniture, and keept moving it places, then moving it back where it was. I hope I'll figure it out eventually. Monday, Christine and I played out on the field out next to Thorson with the little hill on it--you know, the one where they keep digging it up and then stopping. We had lots of fun, even though all we were really doing was talking. We should do it again sometime. Monday night i had a dream. Harrison Ford rang our doorbell (significant because this all took place in the new house. My dreams are NEVER here). I answered in my underwear, and then had to go put some clothes on. We talked for a long time. he was having car troubles. We went somewhere, to a star wars convention, and Carrie Fisher was there. There was a dance contest and we had to keep entering Margaret into it. After some sort of time lapse, Harrison Ford signed a whole bunch of things for me and told me they were worth a lot of money. he said that since they were on his business card, people would know they were legitimate. We all went to bed. when i woke up in the morning, Harrison Ford was gone, but he left a not for me in the basement. He wrote "I hope you didn't mind i finished your painting. Good luck carrying on the Indiana Jones legacy." I had started a painting with a blue background. He had finished it, putting himself behind me, and placing the Indiana Jones hat and jacket on me. It was really good, and the painting looked real. on the floor beside it were Indiana Jones's fedora and his folded leather jacket. I just thought, WOW. I never knew he could paint. Current Mood: crazy Current Music: none (Comment on this)
7:55 pm	Too many beans in my pants I don't think I've updated for a long time. Current Mood: crazy Current Music: silence (1 Comment |Comment on this)