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| so my life... |
| 11.03.04 (8:36 am) [edit] |
My life just sucks at the moment. I had an asthma attack yesterday, I think some of my friends thought I was faking. I'm pissed. I might not be able to sing on Friday and I'm quickly apporaching broke.
How's your day been?
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| $5,000 |
| 09.07.04 (7:31 am) [edit] |
So today, I became $5,000 richer.
Okay, so not really.
I got an envelope from my mom today with a few things in it. After I pulled out the book and note she sent me, I looked in the envelope to see if anything had fallen out and into the bottom.
There was a plain, personal check. I pulled it out, thinking, "Oh, Mom sent me money. Cool".
Then, I looked at the amount, just the writing. I was sure it said $500 dollars, which wasn't that much, since she owed me some money.
Then, I noticed I had no idea who had wrote the check. It wasn't one of my mom's checks, nor did it have her address on it. It was some guy called Tom Klock.
I looked at it again, thinking, "Huh. Weird."
And then, I looked at the little box with the amount number.
And had to look again.
It wasn't $500. It was $5,000!
OMFG.
So now, I have a $5.000 dollar check made out to someone else, unendorsed, and from someone I don't know.
I'm having a creepy day....
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| fireflies! |
| 09.06.04 (7:02 pm) [edit] |
OMG!
I've just watched Firefly for the first time and it offically has replaced Stargate (though not my Shanks).
I am in shock...
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| I can't sleep... |
| 08.11.04 (10:23 pm) [edit] |
So you guys get random quizzes...
You're Exotic Dancer Barbie. You have some moves,
and will do anything for a few bucks. Take it
off girl, but keep it PG-13 please.
If You Were A Barbie, Which Messed Up Version Would You Be?
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YES! MY DREAM CAREER!
Category IV - The
Musketeer
You have a small, highly edited social group, and
you like it that way.
What Type of Social Entity are You?
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I've got no idea what that says about me.
Cocktail
?? Which Alcoholic Drink Are You ??
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Whoot! A drink I like too!
Bai Hu - Tiger!
Mythological Background: The tiger is associated
with strength and the desire for a challenge.
It is also associated with hope to win, or
rather, the blooming season. It is also linked
to meandering, or the ability to be in contact
with a lot of aspects. The tiger also stands
for war and soldiers fighting to the end, for
the sake of their country.
Which Chinese Mythological Being Are You?
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Which, oddly enough, is what Year I am as well. Veeeeery creepy....
Gay Bear
Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?
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WOW. Um...yes...WOW.
I'm just so speechless I might be tired...
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| my mother and bathroom tile... |
| 08.11.04 (9:47 pm) [edit] |
My mom sweeps her hair up in these two claw clips of unmatched color every night as she washes her face and brushes her teeth. I can't tell you how many times I've sat on that gray formica counter in that yellow bathroom that I will so dearly miss and listened to her talk about her past and my future.
Today, I saw my mom as she was. I saw her as a young mother struggling in the middle of a soap opera between her controlling AFS mum and her AFS sister, Brigid. It was sooo weird to hear her talk about my AFS aunt and uncle and their struggles with my AFS grandma.
(AFS is a exchange program for students. My mom lived in New Zealand during her junior year of highschool. I consider the people she stayed with my family.)
It's funny what the bathroom tile whispers late at night.
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| trama drama... |
| 07.19.04 (7:37 am) [edit] |
It's weird. I love making websites, designing, creating, fiddling with text and color to create something pretty and then as soon as I get it done, I'm bored. I quess content isn't my strong point.
Anyway, I really want to go swimming today. I think Ellen and I are going later today. I desperately want to wear my new swimsuit.
That reminds me, I won't be going to MN this year for my annual canoe trip. This sucks. I will get to stay home and hang out with the boyfriend all week but, still, I really miss my extended family and am afraid I won't get to see them as much next year with me being in college and such.
I am kinda worried about college. I'm excited to live on my own and be independent but I'm worried about my lazy stages. I get in these "funks" were I'm just a lazy bum where most of the time, if left to my own devices, I'm fairly mature and responsible.
I'm just so worried. I'm also worried about my room mate. Will she like me? Will we get along? Will she be freaked out by the whole Wicca thing?
So many questions! Head hurting!
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| bored bored bored... |
| 07.18.04 (2:10 pm) [edit] |
Yes, I am officially bored. All I've done today to go to Borders, church, and sit in front of my computer do nothing constructive. I've started work on some new websites, but otherwise, not much of anything has been accomplished.
I might start working on my pirate website or perhaps finish the layout for my Pretty Boy Orlando Bloom one...
Must take moment to think of Obie...
*sigh*
Alright, moment over...
Moving on to Stargate Atlantis. Did anyone see it? I missed it and am quite upset. I want to know if the hot brown haired dude is any good. Yeah, and I just want Daniel to be around in general. He better show up a lot.
I've been playing the Sims Makin Magic soooo much these days. I swear, it's like a fucking addiction! Weird weird.
Hey, is anybody an LOTR MSTer? I'm trying to find horrible fanfiction but most of the stuff on Fanfiction.net isn't horrible enough. It really sucks.
Oh, yes, found the first Mary Sue actually worth reading the rest of...I'm still in shock.
Sorry for the randomness, I'm just kinda hyper in a bad over caffienated way.
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| wow... |
| 07.12.04 (9:53 am) [edit] |
I've been gone a loooooong time.
Hum....what to speak of first?
Oh,yes, the move. I'm, okay, well my family, is moving to MN. I am still going to in Des Moines since I'm going to Grandview College here. But still, moving, yes, is happening to mi familia.
My little sis, Ellen, was kinda upset, but she's better now, I believe. She's kinda excited to go up there and have a looksie, I think. She will probably end up going to Academy of Holy Angels. They've got uniforms. Nothing more needs to be said.
But, we've sold our house, my life is in boxes, how is your summer going?
Actually, other than my mother freaking because she has to pack and things, it's going pretty well.
I have a lovely boyfriend named Brent who I care for very much and might just love if I'd let my self admit it. He's a very wonderful, intelligent person and waaaay better at Six Degrees of Seperation than I am.
Plus he's a Celtic Druid.
And he was "Ape Hands".
The only bad thing is that Annie Wills is far away in Arizona and I'm stuck here! Crappity ho, I say.
Ah, yes, I've also totally redone my website and will redo my journal to match later today probably.
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| and now I'm back... |
| 03.22.04 (12:10 pm) [edit] |
Hello, my lovelies!
So sorry to have abandoned you!
I apologized profusely. The evil that is Livejournal pulled me in and stuck it' talons in. I just narrowly escaped with my life.
How's everyone?
I've had a crummy week.
It's weird. I've been thinking all this week (yes, rare occurence, I know) and have come to the conclusion that I am not like other people.
Other people have no direction. They have no drive no push to wonder about anything other than sex and drugs.
None of them wonder or ponder, think about anything beyond the far reaches of our lives.
Doesn't anybody other than me wonder the cosmos? The infinity that is space spreading out before one into the black parts of the sideless box? How can one fathom the planets hanging by threads attached to nothing, just suspended in neverending space? Doesn't it scare anyone else that we may be the least evolved creatures out there?
And what about our lives? People have the simplest goals. All they think about is what they want to be and what they want to have when they grow up. No one ever considers what they want to accomplish.
Am I so eccentric that only I think thoughts of being remembered when I die, of considering the divinity that lives within me?
Sometimes, I feel my ideas, my thoughts, are too large for this earthly body and crave the celestial space above.
But, I'm rambling...I really am just too old.
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| mary, bring on the wiccaning, and misc. stuff... |
| 02.23.04 (8:24 am) [edit] |
So Mary (my sister) had surgery and she's much much better now, even though I'm really worried that it'll happen again. This is about the fourth time in the past two years. It's really quite scary.
I'm also really worried that they will have to remove her ovaries eventually which would be horrible because I know she really wants kids.
So sucky.
But she's in not so much pain, which is good, and they took her off those nasty narcs.
Anyway, on to something else more pleasant. I think I've finally convinced my mother and father to let me go to something remotely pagan. They're being a bit too tentatively about this and it's bugging me. JUST LET ME GO! I wanna go to the Witch's Meet Up! Hopefully, they'll let me go this week. They said they'd "think about it".
Cross your fingers!
Oh, fairy costumes! I'm going to a punk faery for MORP this year (anti-prom party). It looks awesome so far! Cute slashed skirt, tank top, and long gloves, very cute. Making wings all this week and with Annie over the weekend. Very cool.
Am Bridgeting again.
Yeah, and ignore this:
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| big 'ole sorry and other stuffs... |
| 02.19.04 (8:53 pm) [edit] |
I'm sorry I haven't been posting much lately. I've been trying to stop being a bum and keep up my falling grades. I'm just so hassled right now. I seriously need my spring break next week. But two days off school might do it for me.
No more news on my sis. They still don't know what is wrong with her.
But I've realized I owe my mom a lot more than I think I do. I had no idea how hard it is to make dinner and be at work or at school during the day. I think I'm going to write her a love note for all the things she's done for me. I love my mumsie!
Anyway, I need to finish my homework now since I've procrastinating lots.
Also, my friend, Annie, hasn't been having a good day. Poor girl, found out the guy she really liked it a ho. A Dustho.
Stupid bastard.
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| mary, mary... |
| 02.17.04 (8:18 pm) [edit] |
My sister, Mary, is in the hospital again and my mom is leaving town tomorrow to go stay with her until Sunday night. I'm really worried for her and ask everybody to pray for her.
She's had so many problems and she's never going to make it out of med school anytime soon at this rate. My poor Mar Mar.
Anyway, I'm working on some new fairy wings, which I don't think I've ever talked about. I make fairy wings. They're quite pretty. Maybe I'll post some pictures sometime.
Not much more to talk of. I have to go shower and sleep. Most important...
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| keeping up with "kinners".... |
| 02.11.04 (4:52 pm) [edit] |
So, sorry for the whole non postage thing.
Anyway, don't go to work on Monday 'cause I've got a god awful stomach-ache and was very much considering staying home the next day when low and behold!
The GODS SMILED UPON THE DOWLING CHILDREN!
Water main busted at school so we had no school! Rock on! I slept until 12:00 in the afternoon then got up and got my hair cut, which looks very nice now with all the lovely red layers. Must re-dye my hair on Friday night though. I'm kinda excited for the whole Winter Formal thing, which is most unlike my normal anti-social tendencies.
Oh, yes, must say one thing about what I learned at work today.
Deep guy voices make anything sound plain wrong.
Sooooo, back on subject.
Went back to school today and Laffey cut his hair! He looks like a Roman! I'm gonna call him Patricus! Annie Wills and I were imagining him in one of those skirty Roman soldier things and a breastplate.
Weird.
But I had to give blood today.
I'm DEATHLY afraid of needles. Giving blood involves needles.
Not a good thing, right?
So I go down to the small gym and get all ready to go get "vampired" and I'm shaking.
I was shaking so bad that they wouldn't let me finish the donation. I only donated about 2/3 of the blood you usually do. They scraped the vein wall too, which really hurt. I've got a nice bruise, though it isn't changed colors that much(I tend to get the tender skin associated with bruises without the color change). Hurts like a bitch. Not a fun experience, but it helps people out, so I'll do it again anyways.
Ick, needles...
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| luke, annie, and "yuuummm, good air!"... |
| 02.07.04 (10:54 pm) [edit] |
God, soooo much fun tonight! SOOOOO MUCH FUN!
Just got home from Lukas's house. I had gone out with Luke and Annie to go see School of Rock, but it had left Nova, so we went and saw Gothika. Very very fun! Annie held my hand the entire time and squeeze it soooo tight. I just shut my eyes when it got scary.
Then we went over to Luke's house and fusted around for a while. Good clean (well, semmi clean) fun!
God, I adore those two.
And, if I may say so myself, I was on a roll tonight. Yeah, me!
Anyway, was fun, should repeat, I'm tired.
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| science experiments, bad angel, and musical blues... |
| 02.04.04 (7:50 pm) [edit] |
My sister and dad are in the basement building contraptions for her science project. You have to pop a ballon, light a candle, and open a pop can by making a machine to do it for you not using an engine or batteries.
Her's is very....well, the nicest word would be....interesting...
hum...
Anyway, Angel was sooooooo depressing. Get to watch that show for the first time in about a month and it depresses the shit out of me. Thanks, Joss.
Musical posting went up today. Not much to be excited about. Pretty much already knew who'd get what. Annie Williams is slightly pissed at me, me thinks, for not telling her she wasn't 8 O' Annie (so I can't spell the damn name, sue me).
Sorry, can't break my word, Bamboze-zala.
Not much more to say today.
Oh yeah, made a kick ass CD insert for the Moulin Rouge CD I burned Pat. Kick ASS!
Hum...might go take a shower and go to bed...I'm tired...
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| the fires of kildare, apology, and stuff... |
| 02.01.04 (7:07 pm) [edit] |
Today is the eve of Candlemas, the celebration of the light of Brigid, who is the goddesss of creativity, poetry, milk, and wisdom. She's my favorite goddess and my confirmation saint, which is slightly ironic.
Anyway, sitting in my room right now, which is all dark except for the bluish glow of computer screen and a candle in my window. It's the candle Annie Williams gave me for Christmas, a lovely irredescent candle holder which makes lovely patterns on the wall when it's lit. I wrote a few poems today in honor of Brigid.
Very ironic how we are having a big snow storm on the eve of her pre-spring celebration. Yes, please send us snow, Brigid!
It started to snow, which is good. We're supposed to get quite a bit but it didn't snow all day and I was getting worried that perhaps I wouldn't get a snow day. I so badly want one!
Anyway, on to other things.
I'm sorry I so depressed and stuff. It's just my nature, once springs comes I'll be better.
Went to the doctor again yesterday, had to use that bloody nebulizer. God damn it! I hate that thing. Anyway, they have no fucking clue what's wrong with me. Humph. So much for modern medicene.
Not much more to talk of today, except, don't you think that as a non-Catholic, i.e. Wiccan, I shouldn't recieve communion? Even if my mother still considers me to be a Catholic?
It makes me uncomfortable taking communion. I think it's derespectful and demeaning to those who believe in it. Makes me squirmy just thinking about it. Oh well.
So, everybody pray for no school tomorrow.
Oh, that reminds me.
A few days ago, a social worker and a house sitter were shot by their highschool aged charge. He then fled to Colorado and after being chased by police, shot himself.
In my school and in my church, we have prayed for the victims, but not the boy who shot the people. Personally, I think we should pray for him more. He was obivously upset and confused, I know from what I've heard, and from what my mom has told me (she works with a lady who's son was the kid's best friend) that he was really hurting and stuck in the middle of a very very bad divorce. I know what it's like to lose yourself in a moment of anger and sorrow.
So pray for that kid, he needs it.
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| last post... |
| 02.01.04 (11:48 am) [edit] |
So perhaps I should explain the last post...see, I was watching "Four Weddings and a Funeral" and...
Oh, just, fuck it.
I'm tired again. I'm going back to bed.
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| still depressed... |
| 01.31.04 (10:57 pm) [edit] |
Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
-- W. H. Auden
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| lotr commentary and white tanks.... |
| 01.31.04 (4:11 pm) [edit] |
"Do you have partridge? Bring on the partridge!"
"Dom's an idiot."
Sounds like..."Creepy men from Dublin!"
"Is it a splinter?"
"Viggo. He goes slightly mental. Something just clicks..."
"I take his bishwop, and then he try to take my king and I take his king!"
"Undermine the entire relationship..."
"Dominicmonaghanscrazygam es.com"
Somebody's been watching too much of LOTR lately...I wonder who?
Also, Stargate SG-1 episode on Friday? Loved it. Sam finally gets boyfriend who doesn't die! And she finally gets to wear non jumpsuity clothing. Yeah, SAM!
And Daniel looks hot in a white tank.
Which is all I have to say on the subject! :twisted:
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| depression sucks... |
| 01.29.04 (8:16 pm) [edit] |
WARNING!
This blog contains a very pathetic, long rant on how the owner is depressed.
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God damn it.
I'm not having a good week. I'm so fucking depressed, it isn't even funny.
We were watching this movie in Christian Lifestyles. It's called "My Life" and is about a man with cancer who's wife is pregnant and he video tapes all these things so his son can remember him when he's older.
It was really hard to watch it and not cry. So many things were similar to the way Athens was, the weakness, the not wanting to sleep, even the way the guy died was similiar.
I had to get up and stand near the kleenex box. Goddess, I can't even describe what it felt like.
It probably wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't of cried all last night. I saw my box full of letters from Athens and sat down and read them. I read everything, letters, notes, cards, and my valentines. I was listening to depressing music too. I just sat in my room, watching my candles burn down.
But the worst part is something I can't control.
I don't think I can be around him anymore. I mean Pat. He's...just like Athens in so many ways, that I find myself feeling more and more like I need to protect him. That whole hair toss thing he does, exactly like Athens, how he smokes and covers it up, how tall he is, how he acts, how he talks. It's bone chilling sometimes how close they are in nature.
I mean, Pat's different, he's louder, slightly taller, and he reacts to things differently, but it still makes my heart ache sometimes. I can't even count the number of times I've almost called him Athens. I haven't slipped yet though.
It just sucks. And I feel like I'm being unfair to Pat. He isn't Athens, he doesn't really know me all that well, and my misguided quasi sisterly affection for him isn't needed or reciporcated.
But it still sucks.
Then I had another asthma attack though a pretty small one compared to the one on Saturday. Hate those too.
Basically, life sucks, I terribly depressed, and glad I don't see Laffy tomorrow.
And there's other stuff.
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| the lunch, the mall, and busy nights... |
| 01.28.04 (7:09 pm) [edit] |
So school got out early today at 11:30. Very cool. Annie Williams and I headed over to Valley West after taking our respective siblings home. We pull up to Von Maur, and who should Annie spot?
Pat Laffey.
So we three have lunch together and end up talking for about two hours about lots o' stuff. Very very cool.
Annie and I wander around looking at dresses and agreed that sizes are shit. I indulged to the jewelry obsession with a goregous pair of chandelier earrings and two necklaces. Great stuff.
Got some lovely smelling scented oil, that stuff works miracles on your dry skin. I adore it!
Not much else to talk about except for I'm procrasting doing the loads of homework I have tonight.
Anyway, note to Tim to get better and wish me good luck, no asthma for tomorrow.
One more thing:
Annie Williams
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See, Annie? Now you're mentioned quite a lot! :twisted:
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| being boring... |
| 01.27.04 (4:19 pm) [edit] |
I feel like being boring. Doing nothing and being a slacker. But I can't. I've got fifty million things to do and only barely enough time to do them.
-Have to write speech for Academic Decatholon
-Prepare for Candlemas
-Clean room
-Finish short story
-Finish outline of Humanities
-Write family paper.
-Make a Chemistry project.
-Study for Econ.
-Buy a winter formal dress.
-Try not to have another asthma attack.
-Practice my new music very hard.
That's about everything I have to do in the next week. Too many things and not enough time!
I have to go babysit in about 30 minutes too. I think I'll bring my Academic Decatholon stuff and study while I'm over there. I could start writing my speech too!
I'm such a busy bunny these days...but I'm getting very good grades and my mom's happy!
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| asthma attacks, drugs, and other problems... |
| 01.25.04 (5:48 pm) [edit] |
So I had another asthma attack on Saturday. I actually blacked out that time. God, it sucked. I think I freaked people out a little. I need to thank Pat tomorrow for helping me out. Hope I didn't scare him.
So no Dimensions tomorrow, which is good. I've been tight (i.e. my lungs feel constricted) and kinda light headed for the last two days. It's so fucking weird to be having asthma problems again after 8 fucking years of good, no major asthma-ness.
That last one, on Saturday, are the type that kill you. If I hadn't had my inhaler, I most likely would have blacked out and stopped breathing. Not fun.
It really worries me. I have a lot of stuff on my plate right now, school's going well, work's fine, I have a social life for once. I don't need this.
Fucking hell.
But I'm on a shitload of drugs right now, Azthmacort, Pan-Mist, Zyrtec, and something else I can't spell. Plus I'm on Codine as needed for my knee. I'm a fucking walking pharmacy.
Anyway, it sucks, I hate it, and it needs to go away.
But, hell, staying home all day on my mother's orders meant I almost finished my entire family tree project for Christian Lifestyles FOUR days early. That's unprecidented. I've never done a project earlier than the night before!
It's pratically a miracle!
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| she's back! the quiz whore sneaks back in... |
| 01.24.04 (8:58 pm) [edit] |
What rating is your journal?
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Your wings are BROKEN and tattered. You are
an angelic spirit who has fallen from grace for
one reason or another - possibly, you made one
tragic mistake that cost you everything. Or
maybe you were blamed for a crime you didn't
commit. In any case, you are faithless and
joyless. You find no happiness, love, or
acceptance in your love or in yourself. Most
days are a burden and you wonder when the
hurting will end. Sweet, beautiful and
sorrowful, you paint a tragic and touching
picture. You are the one that few understand.
Those that do know you are likely to love you
deeply and wish that they could do something to
ease your pain. You are constantly living in
memories of better times and a better world.
You are hard on yourself and self-critical or
self-loathing. Feeling rejected and unloved,
you are sensitive, caring, deep, and despite
your tainted nature, your soul is
breathtakingly beautiful.
*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
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hum...even the quiz thing thinks I'm tragic. See, Rowan, I'm not just a moper, I've got a "breath taking soul" under all that tragic-ness!
WOW!! Good job! You know as much about Middle Earth
as I do!! Finally, someone who knows Middle
Earth! Most people think they know everything
there is to know about Middle earth just by
watching the movies! ( I wouldn't be surprised if you are
learning elvish!! )
*~* The TOUGHEST Lord Of The Rings Quiz *~* [with pictures!]
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God damn it! No one's supposed to know about the Elfish lessions!
Good. You know your music. You should be able to
work at Championship Vinyl with Rob, Dick and
Barry
Do You Know Your Music (Sorry MTV Generation I Doubt You Can Handle This One)
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Can you handle it? Cause I can handle it! Yeah!
your fuck.
What swear word are you?
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Well, fuck yeah!
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| bush jokes, asthma attacks, jonas cravings, and big paychecks... |
| 01.23.04 (8:28 pm) [edit] |
This was sent to me by my grandparents, I believe. I found it amusing. Procede to joke below.
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Three Texas surgeons were playing golf together and discussing surgeries they had performed.
One of them said, "I'm the best surgeon in Texas. A concert pianist lost 7 fingers in an accident, I reattached them, and 8 months later he performed a private concert for the Queen of England."
One of the others said. "That's nothing. A young man lost both
arms and legs in an accident, I reattached them, and 2 years later he won a gold medal in field events in the Olympics."
The third surgeon said, "You guys are amateurs. Several years
ago a cowboy who was high on cocaine and alcohol rode a horse head-on into a train traveling 80 miles an hour. All I had left to work with was the horse's ass and a cowboy hat. Now he's president of the United States."
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So asthma attacks. Had a terrible, awful one after Dimensions (show choir)practice tonight. I haven't had a big, bad, ugly one for a long time. It's weird, how people kept trying to help me, giving me directions and stuff.
If you don't have asthma, you have no idea what it's like. You can't breathe. People always say, "Take deep breaths!" That's the whole fucking problem, I always want to scream, I can't! You take these tiny sips of air and your lungs scream. Then your fingers start going to sleep, going numb, and the blood drains from your face and hands. You shake beyond your control, lifting a small water bottle is a challenge. Your hands go totally numb, your knees don't function, your lungs burn.
And then, when you stand up, you can't walk straight, your knees give out, and you black out for a millisecond every time you bend over.
It sucks. Watch, I'll have another one tomorrow. I hate asthma.
Anyway, onward from pain and onto pleasure! Yeah, Corin Nemec! Yeah, Jonas! Yeah, Stargate SG-1! As much as I adore Daniel more than Jonas, I still have a soft spot for the newbie. Wonderful episode, though lacking in Jack.
Got a nice big paycheck. $109 dollars. Fifty to the bank, and fifty to the pocket. Subtract $20 for gas, $30 bucks to blow on books and new earrings. Sweet.
Well, Dimensions competition tomorrow, wish us luck! Will have the gory details of show choir competition!
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