okay, to be perfectly honest? i think all that excitement stemmed from the pineapple.
but by golly i don't blame it because it's just sitting there! in all its glory! and it's a pineapple from!!! maui!!!
okay i don't actually know where it came from, probably some mexican guys hat!
i'll find out though...YES SHE CAME FROM HAWAII!!!
speaking of hawaii what the fuck?
i want to go there! i have a coconut from hawaii when carla went, but i never went there, you know? and what does a coconut do if you can't even eat it! even if it was like 20 dollars that could have been spent on a sack
A SACK!!!
Remo has a sack!! not a ballsack, you're positively disgusting. lets not GO THERE>>>>>
uhhhh yes! they have hashish those bastards excellant hashish!! and i don't get to smoke it becasue hello? alcatraz???
and oh my god oh my god!!!!!!
i have 28 or 29 or 30 cents! right here next to me! they are sitting there all cold and nasty looking by that i mean i wonder if any of them have been to hawaii??
or maybe france? i've never been to france! i think today i'll find france! yeah right FUCK FRANCE AND THOSE HATS!!HAHAHAHHAHa
dont tell the frenchman i said that or he'll strap me to a bench and make me listen to the mariachis ahhhhhh we don't want that no no no
if i were to be strapped to a bench and forced to listen to the mariachis i'd have to say senor senor! please please help me i am being forced to listen to you against my will! and they would go ay senorita no habla engles! and i would say please help me senor! and they would start to play linda ronstadt, so i would sing along too because when you're strapped to a bench there's nothing else to do! so i would sing tata dioooooo ay la la lAALAaaaaaaaaAAAaaAA and then i would get to the song about the bull and i hate that rampaging song so i would start to weep! and GOD DAMN THAT FRENCHMAN!
but then jesus would come right out from heaven, descending! and he would remind me that we must forgive the others of their sins. but surely if he heard what the frenchman did to me he would understand the damning the frenchmand deserves! and i try to tell him that! but jesus waves a hand and i am not strapped to the bench anymore. and suddenly there is no problem and who am i to strap the frenchman down just because he strapped me down?
so instead we go out for a latte and we both wear those crazy french hats! and it turns out he's a gay jeweler and he has always dreamed of going to hawaii! so we go together and eat pineapples!!! oh my god oh my god!

then a vulture comes and pecks out some guys eyes and we figure he must have been an adulterer or something.

then a corn bean comes! and i say why my dear i've never seen a corn bean in my life! but there it is! and so we smoosh him and smear it in bread, really really good bread. and then we share him with the poor, once jesus comes and blesses all the bread and suddenly theres 12 baskets! oh my god! and that's just the leftovers!!! oh my god! so we feed 5000 people! but they aren't mexican so they say what the hell, we don't want corn bean bread! we just want bread! and i say beggers cant be choosers! but oh my, they certainly are being choosers! so they throw the bread, and there's 5000 loaves of bread smacking me in the face! OH MY GOD!! and it's kind of painful and i smell like a corn bean myself!
so what am i supposed to do? so i put on some safety glasses because i don't want bread-glass in my eyes! ow!!
and then everyone just leaves! because they're still hungry so they decide to go to mc donalds
and i'm sad because they don't even want my blessings!
and they were free!
but the people think that if they're going to mc donalds its a deal becasue it's only a dollar but if they take my free food it must be nasty because it's free and only poor people go to free food. they're rich, see, becasue they can spare a buck on the dollar menu!
WHICH I CANNOT DO because i have what? 28 or 29 or 30 cents??

love, cecilia
p.s. to: dear, world

uh i still haven't done my homework.
i got into that nasty smoking habit again.
i am very bored because i'm in alcatraz.
there is a pineapple in the center of our table, and that is all that is on the table. so it's like a centerpiece! my warrior with a heart of gold! i love pineapples for that! just like vegeta, and mr. darcy, and that guy on that movie with the lantern? where he sings about the darkness and there's a goblin picking his nose, that movie. except that kid was a fag. not like brokeback fag, but like...i sing about the darkness and how the light is going to make it all go away and there's nothing to fear kind of fag.
AAAAAHHHHHH! i'm INTOLERABLY bored!!
rhjrhahahahas!!!!
okayokayokayokayokay~!!!!

so i went to the nature center today and i stole a bunch of latex gloves. and i'm going to wear them like a docter and i'm going to flip people off and no fingerprints will end up anywhere because i'm wearing gloves!
then i found some really awesome paper, like...it looks all ancient and stuff so i took a stack of that and some card-paper because it was almost as thick as cardboard. then i found some mint toothpicks and these..anti-static wipes and i helped myself to some of those. i was going to take some tea, but there wasn't any good tea at all! but i drank a whole bunch of tea with ginger ale in it, because it was like making your own soda!!!

uhhhhhhh
i'm still bored!!! RAH!
i kicked the dog
not right now though
then hussy was on the balcony digging in the wood and i was like HUSSY!! how dare you! and she pressed her ears against her head and walked away
then she tried to EAT MY RAT!! omigodohmigod i got so mad at her and my rat just sat there looking through the bars in a british accent going oh oh oh!! kind of like hollywood! not the guy with cool hair, and not the place either, i mean really REAAAAAAAAAAALLY dramatic oh oh oh! but british too so twas like ron weaslys mother, in a way.

did i mention we have a pineapple!? oh my GUSH it is so excitinggggg!!!
meaning oh my goddddd i want to go home!! then i look around and say silly you are home
and i say then why do i want to go home??
i want to talk to carla becuase she would understand exactly what i'm talking about and we could play that frog hop game where you leap over eachother? leapfrog! but i can't do that because AY YI YI my back hurts!
and this morning i felt like i was going to cry because my lungs hurt so bad, except how can your lung hurt what the hell? unless you have the consumption, which they tested me for and i'm pretty sure i dont have. OR MAYBE i just fell of a balcony and ended up with a lung contusion! hahah! but then again, if i really fell of the balcony, why did i get a bruised lung but no bruises in any other places!
and HELLO!! my legs aren't even broken!
oh my god i'm so excited!!!
and i'm listening to metaliicccca goin ladadada lalalal
and i'm singing along
but not outloud but in my head?
oh my god oh my god oh my god!!!
i'm not even on drugs!!!
but i very well could be for the way i am behaving up in herrr

by that i mean ohmigodomigodohmygod! i'm so excited!! yah yah yeah!! like i go mosh at the laundry store!
like i'm going to rock your ass at harvest moon once i tear the house apart looking for it and probably quit halfway through because looking for things is BORING!!

okay
the excitement just lost its excitement
oh poo.

fuck elftown
i'm supposed to be doing my homework right now
oh god mr darcy!!
i get to write an essay about that stupid book! it's going to be fantastic, because i love mr. darcy and i love that book, and micheal macfayden aint too shabby neither.
obviously the book is so fantastic becasue everybody wants to marry mr darcy!
that is the answer to my essay question, duh:
mr. darcy is hot and everybody wants to do him.

remember the weeping and the gnashing of teeth?
i'm there.
remember the part when everyone tore you to shreds?
that's me.
remember the days when long hair was a mistake?
i don't care.

i'm mad with fever.
i'm yawning.
i'm tired of lyrics.
i don't want to go to ARC tomorrow.

one day i'm going to do something worthwhile.
one day i'm going to do something grand.
there's not much time

dude i want to get out of here
i can't explain it but i'm in this...state of mind
thats confused and confuzzled since the beginning of consciousness.
i hear johnny cash singing when i was just a baby my mama told me son always be a good boy don't ever play with guns but i shot a man in reno just to watch him die when i hear that whistle blowing i hang my head and cry
and that is all


i watched flightplan----- i truly wish jodie foster had apologized to that arab for making people think he was a terrorist
i watched walk the line---fantastic movie
i watched the cookout-----when todds mother said "SHE'S SKANKISH" about todds new girlfriend or whatever? i was busting up laughing. it was probably the funniest part of the movie
i watched fun with dick and jane---it was kind of lame but it had me laughing because jim carrey is the shit, basically
i haven't been doing much except washing windows and watching movies.

AH!! i went to ARC and i'm going tomorrow too.
this way the judge can see i'm into helping the community?
but what really sucks is that i'm going to all these hikes and shit later on because my mom wants me to and ughhhh i kind of have to.
remo and victoria had better go or i'll be very lonely indeed.

i bought clothes at the grocery store.

i need chapstick so bad it is not funny. my lips are bleeding.

my head itches.
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PART ONE
okay so there's this girl running from the man. not a freaky terrorist man, not a rapist man, The Man. and she is running and running and running and running. then she's at a dead end right? a brick wall that goes 20, no 40, no 80 feet high, with razor wire at the top and with a thousand crocodiles at the other side. and The Man is right behind her. and he's stopped chasing her because nobody in their right mind would attempt to climb that wall. And she scrambles up 20 feet all at once, but falls back down, breaking all of her nails in the process. And The Man has made no attempt to detain her, because he finds amusement in her pathetic attempt to escape. And so she kicks him in the balls.

PART TWO
once the girl kicked The Man in the balls, she didn't quite know what to do. the fence was still keeping her from her freedom. To run back the way she came was the way to certain death. The Man was hunched over in pain and after she attempted for two days to climb the wall, she just backed up against the wall as far as she could. and she stood there wide eyed with her hair in her face. Because, obviously, it's raining so her hair is plastered to her face because that makes the scene all the more dramatic. And The Man eventually recovers and this time she makes no move to escape him.

PART THREE
The girl is brought at once to a golden room, a pretty place with glorious tables and sofas and fountain pens. The locks are in shapes of roses and hummingbirds. There is a bed with satin sheets, there is a water fountain out of which flows her favorite drink. There are men to await her every need, there are caged birds who sing any song one might request. The Man leaves her here to live out the rest of her days. She throws herself on the bed and sobs, because there are windows and doors but no concievable way to cross through them. She is trapped indoors forever and will never see the light of day again.

PART FOUR
Later, in the garden, the girl and The Man are having tea. Later they walk to town, she and him. He buys her lace and books and jewelry and flowers. Upon their return to the estate, he locks her in her golden room again and retires to his own bedroom.
Every weekend she demands more lace more and more and more lace. and she sews it all together and makes a lace ribbon more than 20 thousand feet long. When her hair is white and her body is frail, she presents it to The Man, who is baffled.
THE END
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i just watched pride and prejudice. the guy they had playing mr darcy made a fine mr darcy indeed. he was very tall, dark, and handsome. and quiet, but to the point, you know? and serious but seriously. i get it.
then i went upstairs and sat on the bed quietly. and i got up to find a pen and i saw kjs picture and my heart went. and i sat down again.
and i decided to call popcorn and change my clock.
but it was like SCREECHHHKJKJKHHHHSHHSHKLKKKK
so i was like ohhhhhhhh someone is online but everyone is asleep so i will go downstairs and get on the computer.
and that is the story.


i wish...
i wish i didn't meet kjs dad in juvenile hall
i wish i met him in prison
i wish i could tell kj how much he means to me
i wish that...things really do work out like in movies and fairy tales and childrens books
in other words i wish money weren't a problem
i wish i had a loaf of bread like on aladdin
or a monkey! oh my, that would be better!

kj houpt is charming.
cecilia berry is in love with him.
but she'd better be careful or she'll drive him away because of her own insecurities...
FUCK I WANT A CIGARETTE BUT THOSE BASTARDS WENT TO SLEEP AND I CAN'T HAVE CIGARETTES IN MY ROOM SEEING AS I'M A FUCKING TERRORIST!!
JIHAD ESE!
i fucking love you kj houpt
you make my day
you make my night
you make me laugh and you make my eyes go wide
and then i'm remembering that horrible story about little red riding hood
oh dear grandma! what big eyes you have!
and she's got a crickity voice: the better to see you with my dear
and what big ears you have!
the better to hear you with my dear
and what big TEETH you have!
and she pulls her dentures out
and little red riding hood runs screaming down the lane and is immediatly struck by a motorist.

i'm actually entertaining myself with this
what fun!
i think i shall retire to my bedroom now, and entertain myself some more.

...
i watched brokeback mountain. it wasn't a very good movie. it was kind of boring, though some moments were priceless (when ennis and jack are making out and the wife just stares from the window, when jack says i just can't quit you, etc)

and uh..................
FUCK I AM BORED!
i want to make a fuckin lemon merange pie
and smoosh it in someones face

i wrote letters to:
roxxy
kj
alyssa
destiny
janine
and carla
.........................................

i'm gonna go watch brokeback mountain in a little while.
if you look at it, it really is kind of funny that i'm this tiny litle devil and i managed to kick those poor bastards in the balls and stuff.
i guess they figured that girls aren't violent enough to be terrorists. tsk tsk. worst mistake they could make.

man! i want to get off house arrest so i can see my beautiful boyfriend.
his picture is aych oh tee hot and it's got my heart pounding and my face flushing like woot, what a hottie. it's kind of like oh my-god-in-holy-heaven-with-your-glory-and-slpendor-you-must-exist-because-otherwise-where-did-this-beautiful-creature-come-from.
it's kind of like the little mermaid, because she has fins then suddenly she has legs and she's all wobbly like what do i do now? and the only connection she has with the real world is eric and it's all about getting him to fall in love with her so they can live happily ever after.
it's kind of like when beast realizes that there's more to life than talking candlesticks
it's kind of like when you have to stop drinking and you have no idea what to do with yourself now!
like on king of the hill when dale decides to stop smoking and he goes WHAT DO I DO WITH MY HANDS!
it's like the best feeling in the world, because i know i have kj. and i know he has me. and i know that me + him = a couple of losers that are completely in love.
he makes me.... nice.
i don't know, he makes me want to be nice.
he makes me want to be a better person, and not just because his dad's a fuckin whatever with the keys jingling.

i was remembering that day when i got grounded, and i feel like a fool for that too.
and that new years when i tackled kenneth and when i tried to steal a car and said HAS EVERYONE GONE MAD!?
and when i punched remo in the face and tried to drown myself and screamed for hours.
and when i flipped everyone off at richards house.
these are all things i don't even remember, yet i acted like an idiot every time. and the thing in common is alcohal.
but the thing about that one day, when kj was here... me and roxxy were shitfaced. kj wasn't drunk. he was just there. and now i'm like remembering that in wonder. in awe?
he's like an angel, did i tell you?

when we were in the hallway, after the ides of march, he was looking at me and everything was unimportant.
he's skilled at this making a mountain into a molehill. or even an anthill. which i need.

scary scary scary!! this is me saying i need someone. who the FUCK wants to admit that to themselves?! who the fuck wants to admit that they're like...in this CAGE we like to call "love"
saying that he....is enough to make me whole.
it's horrible.
it's the truth.

he's perfect.
i love those eyes. it's like...i never really understood the eyes are the window to the soul thing. i never really saw eyes that were important enough. i never saw eyes that scream as loud as his. sometimes i can't even look long enough. sometimes i want to cry. sometimes i want to laugh.
sometimes i want to throw my head back and howl at the moon.
but no matter what i do, i want him to be there with me. i want it to be me and him. does that make sense?
can that make sense?
i really really really really really hope it does.
i want to listen to the beatles THE WORLD IS TREATIN ME BAD, MISERY. I'M THE KIND OF GUY WHO NEVER USED TO CRY. THE WORLD IS TREATIN ME BAD, MISERY!

it doesn't matter, nothing matters.

i want to see roxxy. i wish her visiting weren't against the law. same goes for janine and carla. maybe less with them
i mean ro's right there! if it weren't for all this bullshit she'd probably be over right now.
when i got home i looked in the fridge then i looked in the freezer and there's some ice cream and i go oh...roxxy WAS here.
it was a weird moment.

okay so i just received the news:

and old lady got ticketed 114 dollars for crossing the street too slow

i'm not going to be online very often, because the ankle bracelet might fuck with everything
not to mention i'm still in jail, technically
i'm praying to the supreme electricity god that i won't have to go back just because the phone lines are dysfunctional
i hope he can understand that i am a good person
and i hope i can be strong enough to remember the good lessons.
and i hope my chest gets better because it hurts every time i wake up
and i cough
and my lungs go owwwwwwwwww!! you fucking !BITCH!! and i say oh dear lungs, i'm so dreadfully sorry.
always apologizing for the things i did when i was drunk

on the brighter side i'll be going to AA
so maybe i can...i don't know, benefit from this whole thing









i miss kj
when i called him i was so happy to hear he still cared about me!
i can't wait to remember that he loves me.
i think...retarded as this sounds, i think we're meant to be together.
because it's fate you know?
i'm in love with this character that wants me to stop doing drugs. then i get busted and i end up in the very place his father works?
truth is stranger than fiction
god works in mysterious ways
fate ka dea ex machina
it's the thing i've always been searching for
and i have a stack of proof in my head.
and once my head has settled enough to write it down, i'm going to write a killer book.
until then i can only take notes to read through later.

i wish my love were here.
i want to hold him close and i want to hear his heart go boom boom boom
and i want to touch his nipples
muahahaha
but i'm in jail and that is NOT ALLOWED!! ahhhhh
time to line up for breakfast

i have this thing where i put my hands behind my back when i walk

i figure one day things will return to normal and i will be le cecilia once more

kj i still love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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....at least May 3rd.
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 dlkgjkkgjedlkjngkgkvhjfkdj kjf;dsjvkdjsfkjsfji jlkjgrijlkjdlkmgltjijfvio' kjf fjdkjfkejtjhf jkefjewhtkamdliw iurnfn,vndlj;fjkjkfl; lkdkjae;rj lwjioljfjjiwhkmklgeja;ejwrign;kljiw
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-dimensional movies.

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, but when hungry and faced with hard choices, they kill their own kind.

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!
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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! In this way these spiders regulate the population of insects and spiders in the house. The spider lives in the house the whole year. In winter, when there is hardly any insect left, the spider has to seek its prey among the next of kin.

They fucking ate eachother!!! hahahahha!! well, deary me i've discovered where the bastards went! this is the most fantastic moment ever...