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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
Annie Williams
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Annie Williams
Annie Williams
Annie Williams
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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?
brought to you by Quizilla
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?
brought to you by Quizilla
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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| new stuffs, friday papers, and homework woes... |
| 01.22.04 (7:51 pm) [edit] |
So, I've been mulling over a new design for the blog. Wait a few days, see if it happens. I'm leaning towards blues and greens and golds. Might use some more Waterhouse.
Friday paper's suck. I hate my short story. It sucks. Blah blah blah. Ick Ick Ick.
I'm not happy. I'm going to write a new one.
Ick poo.
But it's not as bad as the crisis that is American Lit II! I forgot my book at school! Dumb dumb me.
God Damn It! NOT GOOD DAY!
Though I did get some free Mountian Dew at Lit Club...yum, tasty carbonated sugar!
Finally posted again over at thehobbit too.
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| old wicca things... |
| 01.21.04 (7:40 pm) [edit] |
I was going through my deviantart account yesterday to clean up and look around a bit. Found some of my old journals and was looking through when I found this. I liked it almost year after I orginally wrote it so I thought I would post it here.
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March 27th, 2003
So I'm Wiccan.
Yeah, that's probably not to noticable. My pentacle stays at home along with my pentacle ring. I don't wear them to school (Catholic highschool) because that's just really disrespectful, though I'd forget to take it off once this Tuesday.
000 got it. Actually, go visit him and read Why Wiccans Suck.
It's fairly amusing.
I don't agree with everything the guy who wrote it says but quite a bit of it.
Here's some things I believe and just feel like ranting about:
Just because you've suddenly become Wiccan doesn't mean bash your former religion. I personally have a great respect for Catholicism and it's history. I don't believe in a few things they do but pretty much we are on the same wave length.
I think homosexuals have the right to do the same as heterosexual couples. Love is love.
I don't believe the Catholic church put their holidays over Wiccan holidays in an effort to stamp it out. I believe they put them over PAGAN holidays.
I think people have the right to choose their religion, wether or not they are born into it.
I don't believe that ANY religion is better than any other, everybody views the world differenty, should it be any different with their religion as well?
Faith and religion are two very different things.
There is no sin nor original sin, neither is there good and evil. There's humanity, and that's about it.
One reason we have sexism is the Bible.
Skyclad is the only way.
I do not believe that practicing Wicca involves Faires, Unicorns, Dragons, or mystical creatures. It's about the Lord and Lady, not your imagination.
[Example] Taken from the always good Buffy the Vampire Slayer
BUFFY : So not stellar, hunh?
WILLOW : Talk, all talk. Blah blah Gaia Blah, blah, moon, menstral lifeforce power thingy. You know after a couple of sessions I was hoping we would get into something real but...
BUFFY : No actual witches in your witch group
WILLOW : No, bunch of wanna blessed bees. You know nowadays every girl with a Henna tattoo and a spice rack thinks she's a sister to the dark ones.
BUFFY : Will I'm sorry it was a bust. I know you were looking to go farther in that department
WILLOW : I'd just like to float something bigger than a pencil someday.
[/End Example]
The Burning Times, for those who think a bunch of witches got killed, didn't exist. It was a bunch of girls looking for something to do to get noticed and one slave practicing vodoo. Let those innocent people who died because they were social rejects rest in peace already. I would've been one of them if that still happened.
Love spells are for those without enough courage to ever use their femine or masculine wiles to catch their fish of choice.
Wiccans are kind of like anime fans. Some only buy Japanese imports DVD's and deny your very existence if you can not name the 25 greatest anime achievements ever in chronological order (hint:they don't include DBZ or SM). Then some froth themselves in shojo and long haired bish. There are the mecha fans, the Evangelion religious freaks who are still studying Episode 25 and 26 for meaning, that cos player cat girl who looks like she would eat you, the web-comic drawer, Megatokyo wanna be, the 12 year old DBZ fan, the FY obessesed girl who has "Tatahome" tattoed on her back, and a variety of other strange types. Basically, Sticklers, leave the fluff bunnies alone, Fluff bunnies, please stop bemoaning Christianity.
I'm Wiccan. That's cool and all but I'd rather known for being a good poet or having a good voice.
To those who are Wiccan, if I pissed you off, good, you needed it. For those of you were amused and condescending, fuck off. For those who agreed with me, let's start our own tradition far away from the sticklers and fluffs.
For those who aren't Wiccan, if I pissed you off, that's nice. For the Jevoh witnesses who keep trying to save my soul, it doesn't need saving, thank you. For those who think Paganism and Wicca are the same thing are really deluding themselves.
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Kinda creepy...anyway, I do adore that Buffy quote. I love that show.
Yeah, well I should be re-appearing at school tomorrow, so don't despair, I know everybody has missed me so.
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| boring, sick, and whiny...as usual... |
| 01.20.04 (6:33 pm) [edit] |
hum...I'm still sick and still whiny.
Apparently people at school noticed. I was informed that Pat and Annie said get better. I like them.
However, I'm still sick. I missed a big Dimensions rehearsal, I've got a chem. assignment I don't understand, and I like drugs.
So I'm about done for today.
One more thing:
Go here. Be amused.
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| still shitty, late night at village inn, and shanks withdrawl... |
| 01.19.04 (8:05 pm) [edit] |
So, I still feel like crap and will probably not be making an appearance at school tomorrow. I hate being sick.
However, it has allowed me to sit on the couch all weekend and do nothing but re-watch Season 1 and 2 of Stargate SG-1. How I adore the show! Good old Jonesing* and some pretty boy action. I love Micheal Shanks. He is the reason for the mission.
Archaeologists are sexy too.
Just wanted to make that official.
And the thing is, you see him on Stargate and sometimes he looks so wimpish but damn! That man is ripped in real life!
It's the green jumpsuits. Sooo glad he cut his hair though. It got quite long Season 2.
Anyway, had a delight chat on Saturday night with Luke and Annie and the El. Totally forgot to mention that.
Sorry, the drugs make my head fuzzy.
*As in Indiana Jones. Archaeology with guns and explosions. :twisted:
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| tired, sick, and generally grouchy... |
| 01.18.04 (7:43 pm) [edit] |
I'm sick.
Which sucks.
I've been sick since Friday, I went home sick during choir and dragged myself out of bed to go to Madrigal. Didn't feel good on Friday or Saturday but went out Saturday night anyway. Very very bad idea.
Now, I feel like crap. I have spent the entire day feeling shitty, doing nothing, and watching bad sci-fi movies with Johnny Depp in dorkish, nerdy book guy glasses about weird Satanic books (The Ninth Gate).
I'm not happy.
I have to work tomorrow, go to the dentist, do my homework, and go to the caucuses. Not excited.
Argh...this is such a sucky weekend!
Even though this makes me happy.
But this confuses me! Tim, I think this is the trailer you saw with the robots that you liked.
BUT WHY IS THE STARGATE SG-1 THEME THE BACKGROUND MUSIC? WTF?
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| dress things, homework, and other stuffs... |
| 01.15.04 (3:58 pm) [edit] |
So my dress came yesterday. Fits pretty well, but Mother took some darts in the back to make fit better. Looks lovely, though not enough cleavage, damn it! Must wear push-up bra.
Am talking like Bridget. Must remember to stop.
Should be doing homework but am procrastinating like usual. I'm a lazy bum. Have to do Friday paper. Don't want to.
Am tired after Madrigal practice. Need some sleep but am quite excited for tomorrow evening.
hum...not much more to talk about except that car broke down yesterday, had to get new battery, very annoying.
Bridget imitation must stop.
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| HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ORLANDO BLOOM! |
| 01.12.04 (6:59 pm) [edit] |
HAPPY 27th BIRTHDAY, OBIE MY LOVE!
YEAH!
:does happy orlando dance:
Cupcakes for my elf!
(I told you it was scary)
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| the incoming insanity, crushes, and general stuff... |
| 01.12.04 (5:54 pm) [edit] |
Soon, my precious, soon!
It'll be posted after this one, later tonight! Just be patient!
Anyway, Madrigal today. Cate was most upset for unknown reasons, though it may have to do with the dreaded four days of every girl's month.
oh, yes!
THANK YOU, THANK YOU FOR GETTING ME FEATURED THROUGH YOUR VOTES!
It's makes me most delighted!
My dress stil hasn't come. It needs to come. Tomorrow. PLEASE!
[note to all fedex workers]
If you see my dress, PLEASE NOTIFY ME! And send it straight away to me!
[/note to all fedex workers]
Must through in some html humor somewhere...
Nothing much else to talk of...oh, yeah, my mother claims I show too much cleavage at school. Quite frankly, if boys want to pay attention to my cleavage, that's fine with me. It's not like I pay attention to it. It probably needs some love.
(that sounded horribly wrong)
hum...
Ah, yes, Friday paper. Not exactlly something I want to write about this week but I think I can pull it off.
And does Pat L. have a crush on Cate? He's so adorable towards her. Sorry, I'm going girlish. Every girl likes to see guys being lovely towards girls, even if it isn't them.
Yes, but I'm totally uninteresting today. Please forgive me!
Will post surpise later.
And apparently, I'm charasmatic! Very cool.
Personally, I think I'm bossy...
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| bad influence, colonel love, quiet catholics, and ravoli... |
| 01.11.04 (1:59 pm) [edit] |
Tim is a veeery bad influence on me. Naughty Tim!
I re-watched "Fight Club" and remember why this movie freaks me out. No, it's not the blood, the freaky fighting yourself thing, the gun through the cheek, and the frantic sex everyone has.
It's that I like men better when they've been severly pummeled.
hum....
anyway, continuing my love for Alan Rickman's Colonel Brandon. I started reading "Sense and Sensibility". And I love the man more. Please save me some my own insanity...
Okay, big bone to pick with all you Catholics! WHY DON'T ANY OF YOU FUCKING SING AT MASS?
Seriously people, it's really not that hard. You should import some Lutherans, they're quite good singers!
Anyway, I'm making ravoli right now. I made the mixture for the middle of the pockets, but I'm making the noodles right now. Just waiting for them to dry before I stuff em.
Taaaaaasty ravoli!
Oh, yes, come Tuesday, something very very special is going to happen.
Run for your lives, people, if anything has scared you yet, this will!
Tuesday, it all ends!
MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
MWAHAHAH!
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| mutterings... |
| 01.11.04 (7:50 am) [edit] |
- Mitchell:: Tires
- Mercury:: Venus
- Cycle:: moon
- Engagement:: Wedding
- Alternative:: Music
- Gang:: Rape
- Emotional:: Blue
- Skinny:: Sister
- Hypochondriac:: Eh?
- Insecure:: Library
c'est parce que j'ai du caractère qu'on me le dit mauv.
I'm done.
And props to Drama for the inspiration.
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| sense and sensibility I have not... |
| 01.10.04 (9:08 pm) [edit] |
Well, I just got finished watching another spectacular Jane Austin movie! I watched "Sense and Sensibility". It's an Ang Lee with my favorite-tist actress, Emma Thompson, and a very cool man named Alan Rickman, who you may know as Snape from the Harry Potter films.
However, in this film, he plays the most loveable, devoted, sensible, worthy character you would ever care to me. Colonel Brandon. I shall name one of my children Brandon now.
I completely fucking serious as well.
I fall in love with characters all the time. Atticus Finch*? Loved him. Mr. Darcy**? Adored him utterly (and, yes, Colin Firth is Darcy) Howard Roark***? Worshiped the ground he tread upon!
I just love fiction!
Which is scary.
I read too much!
Yes, but the Colonel is mine.
:twitches:
ALL MINE!
:hisses:
my...preciousssss....it'sss...oursss
*To Kill a Mocking Bird
**Pride and Prejudice
***The Fountain Head
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| being nice to tim, shopping, and toast... |
| 01.10.04 (6:33 am) [edit] |
I took it down, Tim! I only wanted to leave it up until you commented. You're just never gonna be able to get rid of that website? Years from now, some potenial girlfriend's going to Google you... :twisted:
Anyway, I'm going shopping after work today, must get stuff to finish my Madrigal costume. Now, of course I have to remember everything from now to shopping time.
Hum...must go to Target. Need more hair dye. My roots are showing.
But, I must go get ready for work and dry my hair so it doesn't freeze. What should I have for breakfast? I think there's waffles somewhere...or Toast! I like Toast!
toast is taaaaaasty.
okay, now I'm really hungry.
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| slightly less pissed and feeling twitchy... |
| 01.08.04 (6:09 pm) [edit] |
Hum...so, I'm ever so slightly less pissed about the whole fucking poem thing.
God damn it...no, I'm not. I've got gotten to the point it Anne's Anger Stages that I am so angry, I'm ice cold about the whole thing.
Even beating the crap out of something wouldn't be enough to make me un-pissed right now.
Crapity fuck.
But, anyway, let's leave my pissy self behind for a moment...
I've got this assignment for Mr. Ause. I've got to interview somebody and I'm thinking of interviewing Derek, my former Tae Kwon Do instructor and my good friend. He's got quite a story...
Anyway, I've had the weirdest dreams the past few nights...two nights ago I was stuck in the library, all the doors where locked and Julia, Tim, Christina, and I were trapped inside, so we had to raid the soda fridge. Very odd...
Then, I had a dream that Matt Ward, Pat Laffey, Stacey Davis, Emily Beckman, Trevor Wild, and I were super heros and we were all late for Dimensions because we were out saving the world from destruction so we failed Dimensions...very very weird...
hum....well, now I'm actually slightly less pissed because I went off and did something in the middle of writing this post.
I was less pissed off after I went to the chapel during lunch, lovely place to sit and think to myself.
ah, well, I'm rambling, so I'll shut up now.
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| this is how not to be a witch... |
| 01.07.04 (10:20 pm) [edit] |
God, she should be tarred and feathered.
This is how not to be a witch, boys and girls.
Fucking stupid commercial whore.
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| FUCK DOWLING! |
| 01.07.04 (8:07 pm) [edit] |
So I was told by Mrs. Stanfel that I might be interviewed by the West Des Moines Register. Very very cool...
But then she tells me that someone at Dowling told her that I couldn't use the name of my poem (Obituary of a Wife Beater) or an excert because it reflects badly on Dowling because of the subject matter.
WHAT THE FUCKEDY WHO?
HELLO? YOU gave me first prize and now I can't say anything about it? YOUR the ones who fucking gave me the prize, told me I was the best out of how many intries there where! YOU are the one who choose my poem, knowing the subject matter!
DAMN YOU! FUCKING IDIOTS!
FUCK FUCK FUCK!
It's MY poem and I can do whatever the FUCK I want with it! If you try to censor me, I'm going to the press, who love to fuck with Dowling's rep.
If you don't want me to talk about things like wife beaters and women defending themselves, then make that a condition of the poetry contest, and Lit Club WON'T sponsor that poetry contest. There have been SEVERAL times that we've stated as a GROUP that we are against that.
JUST....FUCK YOU, DOWLING!
I mean really! Somebody in the faculty obviously got wind of it and didn't like my message. TOO FUCKING BAD!
I mean, the poem is posted on the internet, I got kudos, IT'S IN THE FUCKING LIBRARY, FOLKS!
It's publically accessable and I can't talk about it? FUCK!
THIS IS BULL SHIT!
It's MY POEM!
And if they FUCKING them me not too, I'M TELLING THE REGISTER YOU TRIED TO CENSOR ME!
FUCK YOU, MOTHER FUCKERS.
I just....fucking can't function at this moment. Those fuckers...
I'm so pissed off....I just have no words...
fuck....
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| nothing to talk about... |
| 01.06.04 (6:28 pm) [edit] |
well....
ahem...
so....
um....
well, I had a good day.
I mean, I watched a movie in Christian Lifestyles (which I have a feeling I will hate).
I fell asleep in chemistry (big surprise) and took notes in Econ.
Very boring.
Had Madrigal practice after school today. I hope my dress comes soon! Sooooo excited!
Anyway, I have practically nothing to talk about excep the ORGASMIC KINKY SHEEP OF DOOOOOOOM came to school with me today and now resides in my locker so if you wanna see it, please come visit my locker, those of you who are unforunate enough to be Dowling students.
Not much more to say, I need to memorize my music for Madrigal, Catherine Hipp makes me giggle, I want Luke's white tub so I can go around the halls singing "Brave brave Sir Robin, Sir Robin ran away".
Yup, hum....must get Laffey to sing and quote some Monty with me during Madrigal.
Well, I'm totally uninteresting today. Please check back later when I get over the shock of going back to school!
Good night!
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| ORGASMIC SHEEP! |
| 01.05.04 (6:50 pm) [edit] |
ORGASMIC SHEEP OF DOOOOOOOOM!
Exciting!
He even has a leather collar!
ORGASMIC KINKY SHEEP DOOOOOOOOM!
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| tired and school... |
| 01.05.04 (5:50 pm) [edit] |
I'm really tired, but I don't know why. I went to bed pretty early last night and I'm soooo sleepy. I really need to go to bed so I might go hop in the shower after I write up something for you people to read.
Hum, my classes are pretty cool this semester, I'm taking three, count 'em, 3, english courses! And I think I found my favoritist teacher ever! Mr. Ause rules!
Anyway, I've got nothing to talk about really, except that my classes are cool, I'm tired, and Tim hasn't said anything about BLUE JELLO yet.
What a dork.
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| the quiz whore is back... |
| 01.04.04 (1:44 pm) [edit] |
[x] Part 1 -- The Basics [x]
What's your name? :: You call me one of the following: Kitfox, Anne, The Pirate Queen, or Master
Birthplace :: Evanston, Illinios
Age :::17
Age you act ::: 24
Current location ::: Des Moines, IA
Eye color ::: green
Hair color ::: redish brown
Right, lefty or ambidextrous? ::: righty, but I paint left-handed too
Zodiac sign? ::: Cancer
Height? ::: 5'4, with my black shoes, 5'51/2
[x] Part 2 -- Describe... [x]
Your heritage/nationality :::Irish/Spanish/German/C heyenne
Your hair :::longer, curly
Your fears ::: dying in my sleep
Your perfect room ::: lots of windows, rich colors, antique furniture
What you practically do in a day ::: weekday, go to school, go to work, do homework, stay up late
[x] Part 3 -- What is/are... [x]
Words you overuse ::: dude, yo, morose
Phrases you overuse ::: hum....I don't know, Boredity boredity
Your first thought when you wake up ::: GOD NO!
Your greatest accomplishment ::: getting published!
Something you want to do ::: Live in NZ
[x] Part 4 -- This or that [x]
Pepsi or Coke ::: Diet Coke!
McDonald's or Burger Kings ::: Burger King!
Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera ::: ICK! NO!
Chocolate or vanilla ::: cocoa
Adidas or Nike ::: adidas
Black or white ::: gray
Bills or Coins ((Think $$$)) ::: bills
Burgers or hot dogs ::: burgers
Egypt or France ::: France!
Rock or rap ::: rock
[x] Part 5 -- Do you...[x]
Smoke ::: ICK!
Cuss ::: fuck yeah!
Sing well ::: I like to think so...
Sing in the shower ::: OPERA!
Talk to yourself --a lot-- ::: constant streams of conversation...
Believe in yourself ::: um...yes
Like taking these longass surveys? ::: obivously.
Play an instrument ::: guitar (electric and acoustic), flute, piano (only a little)
Want to go to college? ::: am excepted into Grandview
Want to get married? ::: hell, yes!
Want to have children? ::: two or three, boys!
Think you're a health freak? ::: depends...
Get along with your parents ::: mostly
Get along with your siblings? ::: yup! they're cool!
Think you're popular ::: hell no! people think I'm a bitch or I'm scary! (actually, I'm just opinated, not mean, but am very forceful)
[x] Part 6 -- In the past month have you..[x]
Gone out of state ::: yes, Chicago
Drank alchohol ::: yes, cranberry juice and vodka of my sister's, it was digusting...
Smoke ::: no
Get high ::: no
Done any drugs ::: no
Eaten an entire box of oreos ::: I have never done this, nor want to.
Been on stage ::: yes
Gone skinny dipping ::: no
Been dumped ::: no
Dyed your hair ::: yes!
Stolen anything ::: 50 cents from my sister
[x] Part 7 -- Your friends! =D [x]
Craziest ::: Annie
Loudest ::: Bryn
Most shy ::: Rachael
Blondest ::: Ellen
Smartest ::: Ronan
Kindest ::: Bryn and Chaz
Best personality ::: Julia
Most talented ::: Catherine Hipp! Go Christmas Concert!
Best singer ::: ME!
Most ghetto ::: um...
Drama Queen ((or King XP)) ::: hum...
Pain in the ass ::: nope...
The one you just want to strangle to death ((Homer Simpson style))::: nobody....
Funniest ::: Catherine Hipp
Best person for advice ::: Bryn and Chaz
Dependable ::: Bryn
Trustworthy ::: Chaz
Druggie ::: not stating...
Most likely to end up in jail :: Me and Annie
Person you've known the longest ::: Catherine Hipp and Bryn and Chaz
[x] Part 8 -- The Last... [x]
Last dream ::: very weird LOTR dream
Last nightmare ::: graveyards...
Car ride ::: home from church
Last time you cried ::: ROTK! PIPPIN!
Last movie seen ::: Pirates of the Carribean (got it for christmas)
Last movie rented ::: View from the Top
Last book read ::: Book of Philosophy
Last word said ::: Move!
Last curse word said ::: Fuck
Last time you laughed ::: today
Last phone call ::: Hour ago! No show choir!
Last CD played ::: Chicago: The Movie
Last song you listened to ::: Give me my money back by Ben Fold's Five
Last annoyance ::: My sister being in my way.
Last IM ::: Maria, my sister's friend
Last weird encounter ::: somebody telling me Orlando Bloom was engaged (he's not)
Last person you hugged ::: sister
Last person you yelled at ::: Sarah, my sister
Last time you wore a skirt ::: hum...December?
Last time you've been evil ::: two minutes ago
Sarcastic? ::: ya think?
Last time you fought with your parents ::: long time ago
Last time you wished upon a star ::: two months ago
Played Truth or Dare ::: no clue
Spent quality time alone ::: last night
[x] Part 9 -- I swear this is the last one! -- Randomness [x]
Are you talking to someone on AIM ::: nope
Do you feel lonely ::: yes
Ever TP'd someone's house ::: hah! yes!
How about egging someone's house ::: nope, that's gross
Do you not like dislike not like me? ::: huh?
Ain't Eminem and 50 Cent just fine? ::: ick, no, OBIE IS!
Yo Momma ::: is downstairs.
Ever been so hungry you felt like you could eat the person next to you? ::: Yup! And just for Tim, I'll say...BLUE JELLO!
What do you think of George Bush? ::: I try not to think about him, the headaches are just too painful.
Any secret fetishes? ::: Hobbits. Elves. Dirty men. LOTR in general. Wait, secret...no, those are secrets!
Do you like to wear chains? O_o ::: refer to the above
How many languages do you speak? ::: English, small amount of French, and a bit of Elvish
Damn.. are your fingers tired? Cause mine sure are! ::: not really
Glad this is over? ((Say yes and I'll stalk you XP)) ::: yes, and you don't scare me.
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I have no clue where I got this.
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| SHAMELESS PLUG! |
| 01.03.04 (9:22 pm) [edit] |
So, I wanna get featured, so go vote for me on featured blogs....
otherwise:
I'LL GO HOBBIT ON YOUR ASS!
so there.
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| birthdays, bad accents, and hair do-dads... |
| 01.03.04 (9:17 pm) [edit] |
So, Tolkien's birthday, if ya didn't know. Funny song on thehobbit blog. Go check it out...it's the second post...
Anyway, I made a cake, put 11 candles (it was his 111 birthday!) and sang a birthday song to the tune of the Green Dragon Pub song from the film.
Very good stuffs...
But we got a spiffy new DVD/VCR machine thing today. Very posh. It's quite lovely, and once again, I'm the only one who can figure out how to use the remote...silly people...
I watched my lovely Pirate movie and some fun extras...Obie makes funny grunting noises when he's warming up...:)
FUN BAD BRITISH ACCENTS DAY! (inspired by Kiera Knightly and Jack Davenport's very very funny select commentaries for the scenes they are in)
"Very scary!"
"A little bit of eyebrow acting there."
"The monkey! I hated the monkey..."
"No!"
"It's a diversion! Look away!"
yes, and hair do-dads, makin' me self a lovely green hairpiece to go along with the beautiful madrigal dress, which I have now been informed by someone who owns it that my cleavage will be "astoundingly awesome". Very very nice.
Anyway, I'm basically beading a hair comb and then hot glue-ing (how do you spell that word?) sparkly gems on it. It will have a lovely draping pendant in the front that will be smack dab in the middle of my forehead with chains of beads attaching it to the comb in the back which will have a veil hanging down from the back of the comb...and will have some lovely fake flowers tossed in somewhere...
Looks quite posh right now...
And yes, I do realize my vocab has gone British, shove off, ya wankers, don't make fun!
Church in morning, must sadly sleep.
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| bagenders inspires funny things... |
| 01.02.04 (10:55 pm) [edit] |
I am 47.5% British, just like
Catherine Zeta Jones
A true English rose, but you know where the money is.
Take the Brit Quiz at
=http://darrenlondon.tripod.co...darrenlondon.tripod.com/britquiz1.htm
Quiz written by Daz
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| kissing, weird dreams, and happy birthday timmy... |
| 01.02.04 (9:59 pm) [edit] |
So, I saw something on someone's blog about kissing people at new year's....
Funny thing is that totally explains something...standing in a crowd in Chicago, waiting for a taxi to take me and two (male) friends home, when suddenly one grabs me, plants a kiss, and hands me to the other one who does the same...
(yes, it was 12)
I asked why the hell did they do that, but being the Enigmatic Two, they just laughed and ushered me into the cab...
Very odd, those two...they're my two good friends...Bryn (brother of Chaz, who runs thehobbit with me) and Roan, who's a former band mate of mine.
Both incredibly beautiful men. I adore them both. Chaz, you would've had a blast if you had come.
But he was stinky and stayed home. No, actually he was sick last week and would've gotten sick again if he had come. He hates the winter.
Funny, I realize I've never talked about that half of my life...
The California part. The part I keep strictly seperate from my school life. The two halves will never ever meet. I like it that way.
Besides, no one would ever believe the people I know from California...they're far too beautiful and wonderful...
Not that people from Iowa suck...no, wait, they do...
Except for the wonderful few, which are numbered, but they know who they are...
Oh, speaking of cool people.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TIMMY!
Yeah, Tim!
Yes, weird dreams...actually I can't talk about my weird dream because it involves waaaaay too many incriminating factors and people who would be suitably embarrased if they ever heard about it...
which, of course, makes it sound worse then it is...
But, love you all, must go to bed, have to get up early and eat french toast! Tasty...
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| I'm back! (and in a much better mood)... |
| 01.02.04 (10:21 am) [edit] |
I'm back!
Bet you didn't even know I was gone...
Anyway, I was in Chicago visiting my lovely grandparents, Grammie and Grandfather. We had so much fun!
I love my grandparents, though the ones on my dad's side are kinda kooky.
But I got more flat, green things (money!) from them, actually I got two! In $50 dollar incriments. Lovely Lovely. Which means I shall finally purchase the below...
Soooo happy...
And yes, I would like to apologize for the below blog...I was severly under-caffinated and listening to depressing music...silly me...
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