oh
my
god
i am never going to drink again
i am never going to wake up and say, what the hell happened yesterday?
ohmygod there is so much to say!
i.... don't remember anything that put me in juvenile hall.
i don't remember falling off the balcony, though i have the bruised lung to prove it happened.
i don't remember trying to break out of handcuffs, although i had this fat purple bruise on my forearm that's fading to yellow now.
i actually do remember them sedating me.
i do remember stepping in a puddle barefoot as they escorted me into the hall.
i do remember seeing roxxy and saying in a cheerful voice HAVE A BEER!
i can't believe how fucked up i was
from now on, whenever somebody says oh i was so fucked up this one time, i'll just say yeah once i was so fucked up i fell of a balcony and almost died, then i tried to (part of me says succeeded in, but i don't remember it) kick a cop (fireman?) in the balls and got locked away for assault and terrorism.
i mean, it's one thing when you wake up the day after being drunk and people say, dude you were flipping me off and screaming hella loud. then you slept in the bathtub and we thought you were going to drown.
it's quite another thing when you wake up as #36 and you can't wear shoes in your cell and you have to walk in a line
and on top of all of this, the love of your life mr kj houpt's father WORKS THERE.
OH MY GAWWWWWWWDDDD
i am so ashamed of myself.
when my mom told angela that kjs dad works there she said, mom I KNOW she's sorry. i KNOW she's sorry
and i want to bury my head in shame Right Now.
but on the brighter side, when me and kj get married, i can always joke about ken about the fact that we met while i was in juvie.
i mean, as long as he doesn't completely hate me.
but even if he did that's okay because i hate myself.
not this part of myself but...the way i was?
all drunk and fucked up.
and stupid
and angry
rebel numero uno
i think i left her in that cell, the poor devil.
i'm excited!
i'm happy!
i can't wait to call you lame!
i want an apple, but there's only oreos and cracker jacks
fuck bloodsource.
he's not smart
a c student
and that's after buying his way into school
beady eyes,
he's kinda dyslexic
can he read?
no one's really quite sure,
he signs stuff and he executes people
maybe that's why he doesn't have many friends?
cocaine and a little drunk driving
don't matter when you're commander in cheif!!
he's an idiot son of an asshole! idiot son of an asshole he's the idiot son of an asshole, idiot son of an asshole!!
he's too dumb
to eat pretzals
apparently smart enough to fix an election
and move boldly into the white house
though most people voted against him
he likes naps
he really likes naptime
a couple naps a day a nap and then he's ready for bed!
he may be from bush descent, he's always gonna be the un-president
he's an idiot son of an asshole
idiot son of an asshole
he's the idiot son of an asshole
idiot son of an asshole
he's our president.....
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Nofx you make me happier than everyone else!!!
i can be in the lowest the lowest the lowest the lowest the lowest the lowest the lowest the lowest of moods and i can sing to myself
i will always be lower than yoU!!!
never first or second place!
i will never run your rat race!
i won't be your competition
lowest totem pole position is where i'd rather stay than be like you!
and then i'm better
because i know the words
because i know who wrote them
because i know how the song goes
because i love that fucking song
because it reminds me of canada!
which was before everything!
and i was happy then!
it was nirvana!
it was nofx!
it was the ramones!
it was dead kennedys!
it was the crusher that made me happy then.
it was me writing a shitload about flapjack
the guy that had hilarious jokes that were lame but i loved them
who warmed the side of the hotel bed
who would swing with me
AND SALADFINGERS!!
which means, coricidin
which means, canada
which reminds me of glen! who i bought with THESE HANDS with quarters and dimes. 50 dollars worth.
victoria, who was with me there.
life! oh life! you bother me!!!
and vegeta!
and fredrick p fodderman!
and HEY YOU'RE ALIVE!!!
i'm still frantic.
even though i did the livejournal thing even though i did the elftown thing even though i did the vomit thing even though even though
did you know that nobody in my house has money?
did you know that HEY! tomorrow is april fools day!
i'm scared of it, today.
who wants to be a fool?
me and roxxy played chess
i wrote a poem once about amanda berkey
it went something like:
and amanda berkey can say i'm a fool
and i am a fool like i am a fool
but she will never feel the way a fool feels
giddy and self absorbed,
letting you reel 'em in
you're a real fisherman
but cecilia, you silly girl don't you know you're afraid of fish?
certainly but i'd love to go on a boat right now and catch a fucking WHOPPER!!!
and it would be so huge that one scale would be as big as my hand!
and its teeth would be as big as a trash can!
and i'd go hey mr king of the sea, why don't you just eat me alive?
but he wouldn't, that bastard.
because he doesn't exist.
because if i really caught a fish i'd probably send it back
because if i really fell in love, i'd probably run away
to the bathroom
to vomit
Remember when you used to call yourself Wiccan?
Remember when you had beliefs, and you insulted people because you thought you were right?
Remember when you used to think you were right?
Remember being right?
Maybe i was pissed off, but it had a cause at least, which i don't have now.
now when i sit in my room and drink old orange juice because there's a chance it might have vodka in it, and i think WHAT IS THE POINT!?
and so i jump on my bed
the very same bed
and i close my eyes
and scream
AND MOVED BOLDY INTO THE WHITE HOUSE!
THOUGH MOST PEOPLE VOTED AGAINST HIM!!!
oh, today was fantastic! i was jumping on my bed and i rushed to the computer to put on American! then i remembered that American! doesn't exist!!! i fucking made it up, it only exists in my head! but i wanted to hear it so that made me kind of happy.
oh, today was fantastic! roxxy came over while i was writing my love a message, and we played chess! and i very nearly lost, but in the end it was a tie! and that's only my second game of chess in at least 4 years!
oh, today is odd! i was going to give blood, i'm not going to give blood, i should give blood, i'd rather lift weights than give me part of myself
share the blood!
oh come on now, i don't want your blood, why would you want mine
what a fucking organization
we give them our blood
they feed us trash
its a fair trade, yes?
i want some celery
i taste vomit
my ear is bleeding
i hate myself, we'll leave it at that.
I smell like vomit.
I feel like vomit.
I feel frantic.
I do not give myself authorization to talk about this.
Different subject.
I wanted to give blood, but I'm not going to now.
I don't think it would work anyway.
fuck elftown.
i'm out;
oh god
i am drunk
but i have someone decent to talk to: Jared.
it's 9.
i wonder...will my boyfriend drop by? yeah right. i wish, though, because there's nothing but a party going on here: Tess, Jared, Kaydee, Cecilia, Mark, Joe, Remo, Victoria... the addition of Kenneth James would be simply marvelous. but uh. FUCK I HAVE HICCUPS
basically
i miss carla
fuck elftown.
i'm afraid to put it down.
i'm afraid to pick it up.
which is absolutely the same thing, two things completly similar, you just TRY putting them together!
it's absurd!
try the shrimp, it's divine!
by that i mean delicious.
this is so stupid.
i fucking hate that movie.
i fucking hate...
cussing offends people, cecilia.
don't you whisper things like that to ME, darling!
i'm offended constantly, THEY don't give a shit!
but that is what we like to call sinking to their level.
i discovered that my only problem is the one of me constantly having two minds about everything.
it's outrageous!
it's a sticker on my paper that has balloons on it: Outstanding!
i don't understand how that's even a compliment.
i love kj, and i'm glad he's alive and around. Even though he's at work.
you know...Mar-Val will always be, to me, the home of the beef jerkey.
yuuuummmm, teriyaki!
yummmm beef jerky!
Yummmm marval!
yummm kj!
oh, i'll never work this problem out.
i want a cigarette.
i vow not to smoke one until...uh....
which is going to be bullshit, seeing as right after i sign off i'm headed for the ashtrays like a fiend!
yay fiend!!!!
YAY I'M INSANE!!!hlkj dlkgjkkgjedlkj
and she was like no other he had ever seen.
THERE MUST BE SOMEONE YOU CAN 86 REAL QUIET-LIKE AND GET ME SOME LUNCH!!!
Think about a room at the ritz, wrapped in velvet covered in glitz!
golly gee, it seems my mind is overloading.
this is a jump on the bed moment.
i bow
good day
good day to you
good day to you
and i'm waving my handkercheif
and i'm blowing kisses
and the boat is off
and i'm off
and poof
cloud of smoke
excellant visuals! the audience claps and whistles and the lights slowly turn back on, and everyone exits the room muttering, oh that Paul DeLacy! he's such a fantastic actor! you know, he used to go out with Misty DuVaul! can you even believe it! i know! she usually only goes out with dancer-model types, but i guess she decided...
more smoke!
SPEAKING OF WHICH WHERE ARE THOSE FUCKING NEWPORTS!!
god, it seems i'm channeling from a different world
i need to stop the blogging, it's a gawd-awful habit
i fucking hate breakfast at tiffany's.
"i'd expect no less from you, cecilia"
oh SHUT UP, charlotte!
crazy fucking spider.
wild thing.
i have had it up to here.
it's just too bad i have decided to quit smoking!
that's a cage in its own, isn't it?
damn you, kenneth houpt i'm just looking for the answer to life, the universe, and everything!
i am very confused.
once again, very confused.
let's hear it one more time, a little louder.
there are many books i've not yet read.
i can't wait to see tomorrow. tomorrow is the day of the total eclipse of the sun, even though we can't see it in the U.S. i want to be out and about.
watch there's a fatty tornado!
HEAR ME ROAR!
thanks for all the fish!
two heebs and a bean!
by the way i tried to say
america! fuck yeah!!!!!!!!!
by THIS I MEAN i am VERY.
so not another word out of you, mr. darcy!
what's that? a modest proposal? hardly modest, mr. darcy!
well, i never!
and she storms out of the room with the wind running after her!
and of course, just to spite her, it blows up her skirt, giving the mexican guys on the corner quite a show.
and they whistle and go oy chiquita, mi amor!
but she's gone so they go back to working on the car. and for the rest of the day, there's no passerby quite as handsome as she.
Poll: Americans See, Hear More Profanity
By JOCELYN NOVECK, AP National Writer
2 hours, 40 minutes ago
This is a story about words we can't print in this story.
You probably hear these words often, and more than ever before. But even though we can't print them — we do have our standards — we can certainly ask: Are we living in an Age of Profanity?
Nearly three-quarters of Americans questioned last week — 74 percent — said they encounter profanity in public frequently or occasionally, according to an Associated Press-Ipsos poll. Two-thirds said they think people swear more than they did 20 years ago. And as for, well, the gold standard of foul words, a healthy 64 percent said they use the F-word — ranging from several times a day (8 percent) to a few times a year (15 percent).
Just ask Joe Cormack. Like any bartender, Cormack, of Fort Dodge, Iowa, hears a lot of talk. He's not really offended by bad language — heck, he uses it himself every day. But sometimes, a customer will unleash the F-word so many times, Cormack just has to jump in.
"Do you have any idea how many times you've just said that?" he reports saying from time to time. "I mean, if I take that out of your vocabulary, you've got nothin!'"
And it's not just at the bar. Or on TV. (Or on the Senate floor, for that matter, where Vice President Dick Cheney used the F-word in a heated argument two years ago.)
At the community college where Cormack studies journalism, students will occasionally inject foul language into classroom discussions. Irene Kramer, a grandmother in Scranton, Pa., gets her ears singed when passing by the high school near her home.
"What we hear, it's gross," says Kramer, 67. "I tell them, 'I have a dictionary and a Roget's Thesaurus, and I don't see any of those words in there!' I don't understand why these parents allow it."
For Kramer, a major culprit is television. "Do I have to be insulted right there in my own home?" she asks. "I'm not going to pay $54 a month for cable and listen to that garbage." And yet she feels it's not a lost cause. "If people say 'Look, I don't want you talking that way,' if they demand it, it's going to have to change."
In that battle, Kramer has a willing comrade: Judith Martin, who writes the syndicated Miss Manners column.
"Is it inevitable?" Martin asked in a recent interview. "Well, if it were inevitable I wouldn't be doing my job." The problem, she says, is that people who are offended aren't speaking up about it.
"Everybody is pretending they aren't shocked," Martin says, "and gradually people WON'T be shocked. And then those who want to be offensive will find another way."
Perhaps not surprisingly, profanity seems to divide people by age and by gender.
Younger people admit to using bad language more often than older people; they also encounter it more and are less bothered by it. The AP-Ipsos poll showed that 62 percent of 18 to 34-year-olds acknowledged swearing in conversation at least a few times a week, compared to 39 percent of those 35 and older.
More women than men said they encounter people swearing more now than 20 years ago — 75 percent, compared to 60 percent. Also, more women said they were bothered by profanity — 74 percent at least some of the time — than men (60 percent.) And more men admitted to swearing: 54 percent at least a few times a week, compared to 39 percent of women.
Wondering specifically about the F-word? (For the record, we needed special dispensation from our bosses just to say 'F-word.') Thirty-two percent of men said they used it at least a few times a week, compared to 23 percent of women.
"That word doesn't even mean what it means anymore," says Larry Riley of Warren, Mich. "It has just become part of the culture." Riley admits to using the F-word a few times a week. And his wife? "She never swears."
A striking common note among those interviewed, swearers or not: They don't like it when people swear for no good reason.
Darla Ramirez, for example, says she hates hearing the F-word "when people are just having a plain old conversation." The 40-year-old housewife from Arlington, Texas, will hear "people talking about their F-ing car, or their F-ing job. I'll hear it walking down the street, or at the shopping mall, or at Wal-Mart.
"What they do it their own home is their business, but when I'm out I don't need to hear people talking trashy," Ramirez says. She admits to swearing about once a month — but not the F-word.
And Donnell Neal of Madison Lake, Minn., notes how she'll hear the F-word used as a mere form of emphasis, as in: "That person scared the f--- out of me!" Neal, 26, who works with disabled adults, says she swears only in moments of extreme frustration, "like if someone cuts me off when I'm driving, or if I'm carrying something and someone shuts the door in my face." Even then, she says, she'll likely use "milder cuss words" — and never at work.
The AP poll questioned 1,001 adults on March 20-22, with a margin of error of plus or minus 3 percentage points.
For those who might find the results depressing, there's possibly a silver lining: Many of those who swear think it's wrong nonetheless.
Like Steven Price, a security guard in Tonawanda, N.Y., who admits to using swear words — including the F-word, several times a day — with colleagues or buddies, "like any old word."
Price, 31, still gets mad at himself for doing it, worries about the impact of profanity (especially from TV) on his children, and regrets the way things have evolved since he was a kid.
"As I get older, the more things change," says Price. "And I kind of wish they had stayed the same."
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people are always getting offended.
The problem, she says, is that people who are offended aren't speaking up about it.
"Everybody is pretending they aren't shocked," Martin says, "and gradually people WON'T be shocked.
that's the important part.
it reminds me of a hallway.
World Prepares for Total Solar Eclipse By KWASI KPODO, Associated Press Writer
1 minute ago
ACCRA, Ghana - Tourists and scientists were gathering at spots around the world for the first total eclipse in years, a solar show that will sweep northeast from Brazil to Mongolia and blot out the sun across swathes of the world's poorest lands.
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The last such eclipse in November 2003 was most visible from Antarctica, said Alex Young, a NASA scientist involved in solar research.
Wednesday's eclipse will block the sun in highly populated areas, including West Africa. NASA said it won't be visible from the United States.
In Togo, authorities imported hundreds of thousands of pairs of special glasses that consumers cleared rapidly from shelves in the capital, Lome. Villagers in the interior will not have access to the eyewear and officials called on them to stay home.
"Please, do not go out and keep your children indoors on solar eclipse day," Togo's minister for health said in a message broadcast on state television.
Day will turn to night in the eclipse's route and a corona — the usually invisible extended atmosphere of the sun — will glow around the edges of the moon as it comes between the earth and the sun.
"Imagine if your hair was to stand up from static electricity, that's kind of what the corona looks like all around the sun," NASA's Young said. But the corona's light can burn eyes.
In Ghana, where the effect will be particularly visible, people were spending about $1 for "solar shades" — paper-rimmed glasses with dark plastic lenses that resemble eyewear used for viewing three-dimensio
NASA said Turkey will be the best spot to view the eclipse, and tens of thousands of tourists were expected along the Turkish Mediterranean coast. Astronomers from NASA and Britain's Royal Institute of Astronomy were also going to an ancient Roman amphitheater in Turkey to view the phenomenon.
The moon is expected to first begin blocking out the sun in the morning in Brazil before the eclipse migrates to Africa, then on to Turkey and up into Mongolia, where it will fade out with the sunset.
Superstition will follow around the world, as it has for generations.
One Indian paper advised pregnant women not to go outside during the eclipse to avoid having a blind baby or one with a cleft lip. Food cooked before the eclipse should be thrown out afterward because it will be impure and those who are holding a knife or ax during the eclipse will cut themselves, the Hindustan Times added.
Total eclipses are rare because they require the tilted orbits of the sun, moon and earth to line up exactly so that the moon obscures the sun completely. The next total eclipse will occur in 2008.
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so, there hasn't been one since 2003.
now there will be another one in 2008.
i wonder, does this seem a little...close together for total eclipses of the sun?
i stand firm with my idea that the concept of time is coming to an end. Gunslinger status.
to-tal-eclipse of the sun
it got very dark
and there was this strange humming sound like something from another world.
The mating ritual is similar to the ritual of the six-eyed spiders (Haplogynae). The male spider can copulate when it is one year old. When ready to copulate, the male spider makes couple of silk threads, then places his genital area on the thread and starts rubbing along the thread which stimulate his sexual organs. This action produces secretion containing his sperms, which is drawn toward his poison fangs, which is sucked up by his palps. Now the male is ready for the mating and goes in search of a female. When he finds the female, he lets her know of his honorable intentions by vibrating his whole body on her web. As the female approaches, the male caresses her first pair of legs, which quickly wins her favor. He then inserts both of his palps in the female vulva. Often the copulation goes on for hours with varying attempts in which the male withdraws his palps, reloads it with sperms and inserts it back into the female vulva. If the mating goes undisturbed, then the male is not eaten up. He remains in her immediate vicinity until death overtakes.
While this is happening, its is not unusual to find another male spider waiting for his turn. The female lives for about 3 years. But the male lives only for a year, copulates and dies.
they don't have many enemies, most are pray to vacuum cleaners.
oh i knew i was doing bobs a favor by not cleaning my corners!
i'll recruit some from remos room, thus relieving my room of nasty bugs.
In seasons when the general insect population is at its lowest, the spider has to move through the house on hunting expeditions. On such occasions, long legs of the spider prove their advantage. The spider starts looking for other webs and presents itself as prey. It ticks on the web with one of its long leg and before the alarmed spider in the web could start any plans of an attack, the daddy-longleg with the element of surprise on its side takes hold of the situation and overcomes the alarmed spider. If there are no hard times or the famines, the daddy-longleg does not consume other daddy-longlegs
well i already knew that shit about the daddy long legs verus the Bobs, and that doesn't fucking help me find out why they've left me!
...
The members of the Pholcidae family live in houses and buildings. They make their untidy webs in the corner of a wall or a ceiling. They are also often found in the basement or the cellars, thus being referred to by another common name as the cellar spiders. When they are disturbed or when they are under a threat of attack, they start vibrating in their web violently to scare off and discourage their enemy.
Thems are bobs alright....
The daddy-longlegs have a special method of hunting. Their untidy web is used more as a place to stay than for catching prey. The spider hangs upside down in the web. If the web becomes too dirty, then it is abandoned and a new web is woven. Their poison jaws are far too small to hold a prey. They consume every insect like flies, ear worms, beetles and so on. The daddy long legs also put on their menu other spiders like the house spider, wolf spiders, jumping spiders and so on. In short, They can grab almost every insect in and around the house, even other daddy-longlegs
They fucking ate eachother!!! hahahahha!! well, deary me i've discovered where the bastards went! this is the most fantastic moment ever...
wait a minute, if they ate eachother...
then shouldn't there be one Really big one left?
DADDY-LONGLEGS ARE ONE OF THE MOST POISONOUS SPIDERS BUT THEIR FANGS ARE TOO SHORT TO BITE HUMANS
This tale has been lurking around for years. I have heard it repeatedly in the United States and even heard a schoolteacher misinforming her class at a museum in Brisbane, Australia. This is incorrect, but to clarify it, several points need to be explained first.
The animals
Most folks who retell this tale have no idea that they are referring to two completely separate groups of animals: "daddy-longleg
The creatures most correctly called daddy-longlegs are in their own separate Order which is Opiliones. Common names for this Order are 1) daddy-longlegs
Another creature often called daddy-longlegs are actually spiders. These long-legged spiders are in the family Pholcidae. Previously the common name of this family was the cellar spiders but arachnologists have also given them the moniker of "daddy-longleg
Possible envenomation
Is there any truth to this oft-repeated tale?
Daddy-longlegs (Opiliones) - these arachnids make their living by eating decomposing vegetative and animal matter although are opportunist predators if they can get away with it. They do not have venom glands, fangs or any other mechanism for chemically subduing their food. Therefore, they do not have poison and, by the powers of logic, cannot be poisonous from venom. Some have defensive secretions that might be poisonous to small animals if ingested. So, for these daddy-long-leg
Daddy-longlegs spiders (Pholcidae) - Here, the myth is incorrect at least in making claims that have no basis in known facts. There is no reference to any pholcid spider biting a human and causing any detrimental reaction. If these spiders were indeed deadly poisonous but couldn't bite humans, then the only way we would know that they are poisonous is by milking them and injecting the venom into humans. For a variety of reasons including Amnesty International and a humanitarian code of ethics, this research has never been done. Furthermore, there are no toxicological studies testing the lethality of pholcid venom on any mammalian system (this is usually done with mice). Therefore, no information is available on the likely toxic effects of their venom in humans, so the part of the myth about their being especially poisonous is just that: a myth. There is no scientific basis for the supposition that they are deadly poisonous and there is no reason to assume that it is true.
What about their fangs being too short to penetrate human skin? Pholcids do indeed have short fangs, which in arachnological terms is called "uncate" because they have a secondary tooth which meets the fang like the way the two grabbing parts of a pair of tongs come together. Brown recluse spiders similarly have uncate fang structure and they obviously are able to bite humans. There may be a difference in the musculature that houses the fang such that recluses have stronger muscles for penetration because they are hunting spiders needing to subdue prey whereas pholcid spiders are able to wrap their prey and don't need as strong a musculature. So, again, the myth states as fact something about which there is no scientific basis.
In summary
For true daddy-long-leg
i was totally going to put two pictures here, but fuck photobucket.
i hate it dearly.
"Hey, this beer's empty" sounds like a good name for a book. Not the one that makes me the shit, of course, just a short story that will be supremely fun to write.
I'm trying to think of current events to do for independent study. Things due tomorrow at ten. It is horrible, to say the least, that I still have like 7 current events to do. But it's Dennis; it will be okay.
I wish I could say I read more in Pride and Prejudice than i did.
I stole a copy of it from the book room today, figured it's a decent book to have, even though i think it's abriged. Or at the very least, in very fine print indeed.
I still haven't recieved the questions for the book, so I have that in my favor anyway...
Ew. i just realized i've been capitolizing my eyes. it looks horribly selfish. i shall stop immediately.
Sublime concert on April 8th. 21 and over, so i expect to ship mark off to it, to bring back great news of it's gaities to me.
i just read an article about how stupid american high school kids are. "many of today's young people are leaving high school with little understanding of how the American system of democracy works" apparently, 18 percent thought the three branches of government were "local, state and federal" and 16% though the three branches were "Republican, Democrat and Independent." What's with that?
in other news, my spiders have disapeared. i find this curious, unusual, and sort of depressing. I used to have a bunch of them, in each corner of my room. I called them all Bob and they were proof that i wasn't alone. I'd lay on my floor, staring at the fan, and they'd be in the corners, staring with me.
lately though, i've been noticing their disapearance.
So yesterday, i thought i'd go on a search to discover whether this is an isolated event. Remos room has three spiders. it's curious, and i don't understand it.
Nothing is different about my room since the times when it was spider bountiful.
The only thing really different is that i've removed the television and replaced the window. But seeing as televisions don't affect the desire of spiders to live in an area (right?)and they can't go through glass or anything, it seems they've just left my room in favor of another place. Maybe the window does have something to do with it. I mean, it used to have a fatty crack in it, and those nasty little bugs always appeared around my room. So maybe that's what the spiders were living on. So once the food was kicked out by the replacement of the window, Bob decided to high-tail out of there.
However, in one corner of the room, the part near the door, i notice there is a small dot among the cobwebs. could it be that a baby bob has stayed, and maybe within time i'll have a full grown daddy-long-leg
but it's certainly curious that there would be so many spiders in remos room and none in mine!
i mean to look at the other rooms at another time.
Then i can keep tabs on when the spiders pop up, and when they disapear.
I mean, if it weren't for the fact that there's some in remos room, i'd figure they do something resembling hibernation... it's just odd that's all. i don't understand it!
i could look it up, i suppose.
maybe i will.
RAWR!
I miss several people
mostly kj
and mostly carla
she called yesterday
I was trying to sleep
but I talked to her anyway because she was on her break and she was eating popcorn and when you work with popcorn you don’t want to eat the popcorn, so you call your best friend and if she says no I’m trying to sleep then you’re just stuck eating popcorn, which is gross.
I wonder what ro and sierra ended up doing
I’ve spent all weekend thus far doing homework.
I’m half done with pride and prejudice.
I only read it when I’m bathing.
so yesterday and today I spent like an hour in the bathtub reading jane austens crazy babblings. it’s a good book.
elizabeth needs to fuck mr. darcy because he’s a hotty and I would if I were her. but then I’d be just as bad as miss bingley, who’s totally on his balls. And he’s not into that, because I think he only likes elizabeth because of her indifference and almost hatred of him. which makes him vegeta style. and which makes jane austen very worthy of my praise.
I miss kj.
in a scottish terrier accent “badly”
that’s off lady and the tramp
so forget about trixie and lulu and fifi and rosita chiquita jua-wuh-whatev
and joa joa negawasa joa! you make me so high I don’t know the words blah blah negawasa joa.
remember joski!?
remember bon jovi!!
remember when you thought we were having a tea party with the imaginary cats!
what fun!
no more coricidin, but mushrooms are coming up soon.
me + remo + carla + victoria + mushrooms= the regular posse
we’re going to have a shitload of fun doing what?
obviously!!
which is probably going to be on Tuesday
which would mean I could miss school
which means HEY CECILIA! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GO TO SATURDAY SCHOOL
ohhhhhh
so basically
I wish kj would come over in the middle of the night and throw rocks at my window.
so basically
there’s still a bit of me clawing out for some more cough medicine
so basically
I’m going to write that fucking book once I get a hold of what the point is
so basically
grapes are the shit
so basically
I’m bored as fuck
but I have all the time in the world
which doesn’t make me any happier.
9-11 report detailed possible associations between UAE, bin Laden
(Washington-AP, Feb. 23, 2006 12:14 PM) _ The United States raised concerns with the United Arab Emirates seven years ago about possible ties between officials in that country and Osama bin Laden, according to a section of the Sept. 11 commission's report that details a possible missed opportunity to kill the al-Qaida leader.
Republicans and Democrats alike are raising concerns this week about the Bush administration
President Bush has called the UAE a close partner on the war on terror since Sept. 11, and his aides have listed numerous examples of the country's help.
The Sept. 11 commission's report released last year also raised concerns UAE officials were directly associating with bin Laden as recently as 1999.
The report states U.S. intelligence believed that bin Laden was visiting an area in the Afghan desert in February 1999 near a hunting camp used by UAE officials, and that the U.S. military planned a missile strike.
Intelligence from local tribal sources indicated "bin Laden regularly went from his adjacent camp to the larger camp where he visited the Emiratis," the report said.
"National technical intelligence confirmed the location and description of the larger camp and showed the nearby presence of an official aircraft of the United Arab Emirates. But the location of bin Laden's quarters could not be pinned down so precisely," the report said.
The missile attack was never launched, and bin Laden moved on, the report said.
A month later, top White House counterterrori
CIA officials hope to continue staking out the Afghan camp in hopes bin Laden would return and a possible strike could be launched.
But "imagery confirmed that less than a week after Clarke's phone call, the camp was hurriedly dismantled and the site was deserted," the report said.
CIA officials were "irate" and "thought the dismantling of the camp erased a possible site for targeting bin Laden, the report said.
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i would not have known this if it weren't for nofx
crapload of coinicdences--
i love rants.
i was making one earlier.
it was angry and horrible.
then i decided to write a book
then i wrote a letter to mr chollet
then stephanie called mark but i don't know why
but we should go write horrible break up songs because of it
fucking i miss kj
i fucking miss kj
i miss fucking kj
mostly i wish we could sleep together
i know i love this guy because i want to do things for him. when i eat delicious foods i wish he were there to enjoy them with me. right now i'm like 20 seconds away from going to bed and i wish he weren't working.
ffffffuck
i'm so fucking tired.
and high.
i sleep now.
i murdered a stuffed animal because i was drunk
Body: y: January--i kicked
Febuary--i loved
March--i did the macarena with
April--i played with
May--i danced with
June--i murdered
July--i sang to
August--i had lunch with
September--i chocked on
October--i smoked
November--i yelled at
December--I ran over
Pick the day (number) you were born on:
1-------a paperclip
2-------a monster
3-------a phone
4-------a fork
5-------a gangster
6-------a mexican
7-------a llama
8-------my dog
9-------my best friends boyfriend
10-------my neighbor
11-------an ipod
12-------a banana
13-------chuck norris
14-------a stuffed animal
15-------a goat
16-------a pickle
17-------your mom
18-------a spoon
19-------mysel
20-------a football player
21-------a ninja
22-------a fireman
23-------a noodle
24-------a squirrel
25-------a baseball bat
26-------my sister
27-------a cd
28-------my science teacher
29-------a permanent marker
30-------my cell phone
31-------A homeless guy
Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:
White------Bec
Black-------Be
Pink--------Be
Red---------Be
Blue--------Be
Green------Bec
Purple------Be
Gray--------Be
Yellow------Be
Orange----Beca
Other-------Be
none------Beca
pink and green------- because she deserved it
i've discovered that i'm crap at sudoku.
so heres the thing: i had ringworm on my boob and it was itchy and red and horrible. and i couldn't fucking stand it and i put ointment on it so now the ringworm is completely gone, but it has been replaced with psoriasis.
yeeeeeeeahh i just love my fucking body.
on the brighter side i had time to paint my nails.
i had time to put on make up
i straightened my hair and painted the dogs nails
i made my bed and cleaned my rats cage.
i decided straight hair is horrible and washed my hair to replace its odd kinky-curly-wa
i ate beef jerky
i ate muffins
i'm going to go to school later
it's fuckin awesome.
i woke up and said this is tight!
and it was true
god.
i walked into the room and it was the same. the smells were the same, the air was the same, the people were the same. Jingle walked across the room and her shoes still squeak. It was like i had to go backwards in order to stop going backwards. then i felt like the fish because they don't know what the hell they're doing, only that they keep running into themselves. then you turn around and think i saw these same bubbles for the last 5 miles. 2 years, whatever.
so suddenly i don't have to wake up early anymore.
suddenly i don't have to sing in the morning.
suddenly i can't walk to 2nd period hand in hand.
suddenly i can't make jokes during babcocks class.
suddenly i'm alone. suddenly it's like destruction.
because this guy... this presense isn't present.
suddenly i feel like one of those flat fish at the bottom of the ocean.
and it is not a good feeling.
suddenly i can eat whenever i want.
suddenly i can play red faction at 9 am.
suddenly that's not very fun.
on the yellower side of things, i get to go to school right before lunch, so i can bring delicious things for my love and i to eat.
i miss kj.
i really really miss him.
it's like...when i've been on coricidin for 5 days, then there's no more pills and i get that wave through my veins. and it goes to my fists and i want to tear through the walls.
it's i'm experiencing the world in a whole new way a worse way
it's like there aren't any more cigarettes anyway so what the hell is there to do at home all day?
i miss him talking all irish
i miss him doing teletubbie noises
i miss him saying babcock needs to die
i hate the word miss.
but on the plus side
sleep
water intake goes up
food is good
time is very good
and i get to see my love tomorrow
and it will make me sing
i'm so fucking excited
it's brand new
LIFE IS KICKASS
I LOVE KJ HOUPT AND SUNNY DAYS