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Tuesday, November 30th, 2004
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5:59 pm - *Sigh*
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Hmm...yeah, this hasn't been updated in months, I know. But its for me, not entertainment for others. I'm feeling kinda blah lately. Things are changing. I know that's totally stating the obvious, but it needs to be stated. And they aren't gonna change back. I thought it was that other people were changing, but maybe its me. I can't decide. I'm not doing anything different. I don't really feel different, but more like my emotions are responses to other's changes. Its not like everyone I know is changing, Just a few peas of the pod. And that's forcing me to reevaluate my ideas. I can feel some bonds strengthening...but others, I know we're drifting apart, and I feel like I'm the one causing it, passive-aggressively. I feel guilty that I do it, its not like I'm doing it subconsciously or anything. They're all little things, but its like I don't care anymore, its hard to find reasons not too.
Maybe its the whole winter-ish season. You know, like tons of people become depressed over the winter, because of the coldness, and lack of sunshine, but once April comes along, they're all fine and dandy. But I'm not really depressed. Just today I was sitting in class, thinking (Algebra is my thinking hour). You hear how everyone totally hates high school, but I love it. I love my life, and I couldn't think of a single class I totally hate. Last year I loved it too. But everything is just going so well, (minus the above situation, but that's not really bugging me, unless I'm being philosophical as I was above) it feels like everything is going really, really well. I won't continually elaborate on all the details.
I just realized my mood changed within about three sentences. I guess that's good, seeing that neither mood was extreme whatsoever.
*Randomness*
Right now, I'm living for me, and not for anyone else.
Its amazing how quickly people adapt. Like, four years ago, I was annoyed by people who said "lol" every other sentence. But, within a week I was right there with them. I mean, there are only so many times you can say "haha" in the same conversation. And before I started writing this today, I was quite annoyed by people who use *stars* around words, phrases, etc. and already I've used it three times at least.
I love music. I am going to stake the claim that I love music more than any other soul. But maybe I love it in a different, more unconventional way. Maybe I love it in the same way everyone else does, how'm I supposed to know? As Barbara, my dance teacher says, anyone who's been dancing as long as I have has music in their blood. Maybe she said I have dance in my blood. No, I think she said music. And that's so true. How easily I can get lost in a song. But once I get lost, I'm dancing. Its just natural. I get this feeling, a physical feeling, like, in my heart, or maybe my stomach. Its not quite an ache, because its a good feeling. It feels kinda like I want to explode with happiness. That's when I dance my best. When I don't have to worry about the steps, either because I know them so well (that's usually what happens on stage) or because I can make them up as I go.
Names are so odd. I mean, when you hear a name, but don't know the person, the name can sound odd, or different, or can have stereotypes, or whatever. But if you know the person, and then learn their name, a lot of times you don't even think of the name, even if its odd, or has different connotations.
I love the occasional coffee drink (not everyday, don't want to blimp up!)
This is one fricking long entry. That's okay, no one actually reads this anyway. And they don't have to.
current mood:  lethargic
current music: Daughters - John Mayer
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| Wednesday, May 12th, 2004
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7:47 pm - This Makes Me Giggle
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Wienermobile Pedal Car
Category: Emotionally Scarring Toys
Added: 23 Jun 2000
Final Bid: usd 91.00
Is your child not getting a good thorough beating every day at the hands of his or her schoolmates? Why not try this vintage Wienermobile Pedal Car? Let's see how it works...
Boy #1 - "Hey, here comes wiener boy!"
Boy #2- "Hey wiener boy! Do you like WIENERS?"
Your son - "But I..." *gets punched*
Boys 1 and 2 - *laughter* (then chanting) "Wiener boy likes wieners! Wiener boy likes wieners!"
Alternate view available.
www.disturbingauctions.com
current mood:  full
current music: The Boys of Summer - The Ataris
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| Saturday, April 17th, 2004
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4:50 pm - J'adore Paris
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I love Paris so much. It was such a blast. The whole time there, I was devising ways for me to be able to come back. I know Mrs. Merlo will go to France again while my brother and sister are in high school, so I'm gonna go with them.
I just love it so much, I love that I have had only like sixth full months of French, and I could get along with minor complication. So just think of how well I'll be able to communicate after four years of it. I love the quaintness of Paris, but then again I also love the big-ness of it.
I would love to live there, I figure I can take four years of French, then go for a year with Kaitlyn, and while she goes to the French Culinary Institute, or some French cooking school, I could immerse myself in French classes, maybe some psychology classes. I know I would never be able to go alone, that's too scary. But I've recently liked the idea of being a translator. Maybe not a translator, that's too much pressure on me, I'd probably mistranslate something and screw up a whole bunch of stuff. But the idea of knowing five different languages. I'd like to take Spanish classes along with everything else.
The French Culinary Institute is not in France, but actually in New York. This updated knowledge brought to you courtesy of yahoo.
I shall leave you with one final note: I LOVE PARIS
current mood:  listless
current music: Don't Tell Me - Avril Lavigne
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| Friday, March 26th, 2004
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3:12 pm - Brrr...its cold in here....
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I had a "revelation." I want something all for myself. I need to find something I like, that nobody else likes/does. I don't have anything all to myself. And that's depressing. Maybe I should get a job...I'd either get one at the little bookstore, the library, or Java Flix. But probably not, because I can't drive, and then who would babysit the childrens?
I could take up a hobby. Like photography...but I don't like that that much.
I just want to go somewhere all by myself, meet new people. Not that the people I know aren't good enough, I just need to broaden my horizons. I need to find something I'm good at that doesn't involve school. Anybody can read a book, and if they care enough, study and get good grades. Big whoop-dee-doo.
I was looking at colleges a couple weeks ago, because I got a "college preparation checklist" in the mail. So I went to their website, and I really like this one college, Butler University. Granted its in Indiana, but its very quaint. Well, at least that's what I got from the virtual tour. What I really want to do is go to William & Mary's, but I couldn't stand to be that far away from home. But its so cute, and really small, which I like. I love how old it is, the history it has.
So that is exactly why I need to do something...if I do choose to go to Butler, its out of state, i.e. expensive, so I need to get some scholarships. They give away this one scholarship, $2000 a year, to 5 incoming students. Its awarded based on grades, test scores, extra curricular activities, and an interview. I've got everything but the extra curriculars. Well, let's see...tennis, flute, dance, and NHS. Hmmm...
current mood:  depressed
current music: Toxic - the pop tart
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| Thursday, March 18th, 2004
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5:40 pm - I wanna soak up the sun
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Okay, this a continuation of yesterday. I realized something, when Anna asked me if I actually thought Jackie was embezzling money. I realized how funny that is. I mean, who actually embezzles money from their catholic school? When most of the money they actually handle is for charity, or a fundraiser. Honestly, what's the big freaking deal?
I don't understand why this is all my fault. Nothing I said is bashing anybody, first of all. Its all on the basis of etiquette. Who screams across the room the price of their $275 dollar dress anyway? I don't care how loud you are, its just not right. And you know what? She is the only one who reads my profile, so why does it matter?
Its not like she doesn't do this to me. Let me rephrase that. She doesn't actually write down her thoughts about me, she just discusses them with her friends, loudly so I or one of my friends can hear her loud and clear.
I know it seems like I'm just trying to play the victim, but its just that no one (minus four other people) completely understands why I feel this way. And when I end up telling my story (not just this one) I always look like the bad one.
I'm only justifying my actions. I need to actually solve my problem.
"Make you decisions based upon facts, not upon others opinions."
Here's my dilemma: delete the entry or not. This may not seem like too big of a decision, but firstly, it is the only solution to the problem that I can think of. Secondly, deleting it would mean giving up on my principles. What do I have if I don't have my principles?
Okay, Pros and Cons of deleting the entry
Pros Cons
1. Ending the "war" 1. Giving up on my principles.
2. Allowing "them" to leave me alone. 2. Giving "them" the satisfaction of winning
3. Letting "them" think I care about what they think of me.
Wouldn't it suck if they somehow found this?
current mood:  aggravated
current music: Gigolo - Nick Cannon
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| Wednesday, March 17th, 2004
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8:03 pm - I'm so tired of beeing heeere
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Okay, so, I don't have much time, but I wanted to write this down before I forgot any more of it.
With the whole "I have a hate page against everyone" situation, I tried not to think about it, because thats what keeps me up at night.
I could justify my actions endlessly, but that doesn't neccesarily make them right or wrong. I was really thinking about it during health, and Mr. Jock said something (no, not about the conspiracy, or Area 51, or the fact that man never really walked on the moon) right in the middle of my thinking about it, that really made sense. But stupid me can't remember what it was anymore.
Oh yeah, I remember, its gonna help me solve my whole dilemma. He said something along the lines of "You shouldn't make your decisions based upon what other people's opinions are, but what you know is right."
Okay, I gotta go to dance, I'll continue this one-woman debate tomorrow, I just needed to remember what he said.
current mood:  sleepy
current music: Satisfy Me Remix - Elvis and some DJ
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| Monday, March 8th, 2004
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4:03 pm - She got a light-skinned friend, looked like Michael Jackson. She got a dark-skinned friend, looked like Michael Jackson
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This has gotten kind of a pain to update, nothing too important to write about, so, the following is what is going on in my life.
Ooh, I painted my room pink! Its really cute, and it would be even cuter if I kept it clean. Its not like its a stye, but its cluttered because even though I have a lot of space in my room, I have a lot more stuff. My mom was afraid I would get sick of pink, but how could I get sick of it, when its so bright. Its not like baby pastel pink, its actually called watermelon. C'est Super! I just got some Roman Shades, they're like, a crush satin, but not really satin, just that silkyness. They are a crisp white, but then, I realize who actually cares about my new curtains? Anyways, I hung up my pictures, which basically consist of a big print of that Degas painting, Ecole de Danse, and two little ballet cards I framed. And this silouette of a ballerina, that used to be on a stand that you were supposed to put in front of a candle, but I broke it off the stand. Anyway, the black looks really cool against the bright pink. And I framed a van Gogh print from last year's calendar. Its the one of a blue bedroom, anyway, I got this wonderful idea when I was deciding where to hang it. I'm gonna get a matching frame, and I used pastels to make a copy of the van Gogh, but the walls are pink, and it looks light my room a little bit. But anywho, I'm gonna hang 'em together, one above the other. And I must say, even though I'm a majorly sucky artist, it didn't turn out to badly.
I'm sure y'all really wanted to hear all about my room, but as I stated before, this isn't for you, its for me. Its like, an exercise, seeing as I never write anything, even for school anymore.
current mood:  drained
current music: The Way You Move - OutKast
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| Monday, March 1st, 2004
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4:54 pm - So True
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7 Things that Freak Women Out
By Patty Lamberti
Seeing an anger management graduation certificate on your wall. Don't punch us for saying this, and it's great to be proud of your accomplishments and all, but maybe you should take down reminders of your violent past if a woman is coming over. Unless it's Naomi Campbell who's coming over.
A picture of your mom on your nightstand. Don't you have a mantel?
A picture of your pet in your wallet. Be a man.
A tattoo of your ex's name. If you were really over her, you would have covered it up. Tommy Lee and Johnny Depp got rid of their body art dedicated to ex-lovers.
Expensive shampoo/conditioner. You don't have to use Suave, but she may question your sexuality if your grooming products are more expensive than hers.
Your magazine subscriptions. She'll scrutinize your bathroom reading materials. If they're all work-related, she'll think you don't know how to play. If they're all ladies magazines, she'll think you like to be a player. If they're all porn magazines, she'll think you play with yourself too much.
Potpourri. This implies your mother does your interior decorating. Go on Trading Spaces.
current mood: drained
current music: The Stalker Song - Clay Aiken
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| Wednesday, February 4th, 2004
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6:14 pm - I've decided that my journal entries are for me and not others. So, if your offended, good for you.
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Okay, today was a really sucky day. It seemed like it would never end.
First it began when Allison complained for what seemed to be a half hour about how Collin won't stop contacting her. If its such a problem, then don't reply to him. Its not that hard. I'm not sure if I was ever like that, and if I was, then I'll take back everything I said.
I don't know if that's what put me in a bad mood, or if I was in one to begin with, but the day just got sooo much better as it went on.
Its always fun when your friends gang up on you and tell you how outrageous you are. Now some may call me a hypocrite, but, if you notice, I usually tell you how outrageous you are without ganging up with someone else.
I'm just tired of being yelled at by hypocrites. Although I may be bitchy as well, I'm tired of being bitched at too. Guess who's crying their self to sleep tonight?
Oh, and the best thing is, my mother has decided she needs to find my blurty.
Because she doesn't want me writing inappropriate things. Luckily she's almost computer illiterate.
current mood:  crappy
current music: Slow Jams - Twista
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| Sunday, February 1st, 2004
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5:59 pm - Talk to me
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I had a realization last night.
I'm tired of being wallpaper. No one notices me. Not even teachers. I suppose thats because I'm "quiet" but I do talk a lot, people just don't hear me.
I mean, yeah, my friends talk to me, and thats all fine and dandy, but I just want someone to start talking to me without asking for help, or if I got the highest grade in the class. Is that too much to ask?
I never realized how lonely I truly am.
current mood:  lonely
current music: Semi-Charmed Life - Third Eye Blind
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| Saturday, January 31st, 2004
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2:16 pm - Why don't you and I get together, take on the world and be together forever?
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I haven't written in forever...I just haven't felt like it. I am thinking about making this friends only since my sister can read this, but I don't ever write in it anymore anyway, so what's the point?
Oh...I realized I'm addicted to purses. Or maybe just things on [big ass] clearance. Because even if things are only remotely cute, if they are, say $3, and regularly $20, I have to buy them.
I've ran out of things to write, because my life is so boring. Honestly, I don't see it that way, but I've concluded that it is.
To do:
Practice Flute
Have somebody tune my guitar
Practice Guitar
Practice Jazz Dance
Write English
Do Health
Do Religion
Balance Checkbook
Schedule Hair Appointment
Do Pilates
Make Cds
Buy B-day present
Remember everything else I have to do
current mood:  busy
current music: My Immortal - Evanescence
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| Monday, January 12th, 2004
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4:22 pm - My New Year's Resolutions
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Okay, I know its a little late, but here are my New Year's Resolutions
Drink 6-8 glasses of water a day. Okay, so far this is going okay, except that the first day, I only gave myself a small amount of time to do it, and therefore went to the bathroom 6 times in 2 1/2 hours. Anyway, there are so many benefits of drinking water, and its an especially good way to cut down on my addiction to Diet Coke.
Brush my teeth twice a day. Don't get me wrong, I already brush my teeth once a day. But I have the weirdest obsession with oral cleanliness (like, o.c.d. level obsessiveness), that I have to brush until my whole mouth is incredibly clean. Okay, I guess thats not such a bad habit, but I can brush my teeth for ten minutes, and lose track of time. Oh, by the way, I'm not keeping this resolution very well.
Get into shape. No, I'm not saying I'm going to go on a diet, because frankly, I don't need to lose pounds. I need to lose fat. I need to exercise. Something happened to my self-esteem in the past several months, and when I think about myself in a bathing suit, well, I just see ickyness. So, I'm going to do something about it, hopefully before Summer. I guess thinking about myself in a bathing suit helps, because so far I am keeping this relatively well.
current mood:  accomplished
current music: In My Life - The Beatles
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| Sunday, January 11th, 2004
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| Sunday, January 4th, 2004
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4:52 pm - HAHAHAHAHA
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Britney Spears Marries Childhood Friend
Jan 4, 1:55 PM EST
Pop star Britney Spears married a childhood friend from Louisiana in an early morning ceremony, but quickly arranged to have it annulled, a source close to Spears told The Associated Press Sunday.
George Maloof Jr., owner and operator of the Palms Casino Hotel, confirmed that the 22-year-old singer married Jason Allen Alexander about 5:30 a.m. at a Las Vegas wedding chapel.
"Nobody knew it was coming," said Maloof, Spears' good friend.
A source speaking on condition of anonymity told The Associated Press that Spears was a "little stunned" about getting married to Alexander but was not drunk at the time.
The source said the two arranged an annulment Saturday afternoon in the presence of several people, including a Las Vegas lawyer.
The signed annulment will be official when the courts open Monday morning, the source said.
Jason Alexander? As in George Kostanza? Hmmm...
current mood:  mischievous
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2:10 pm - AAAHHH!
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Okay, right now, my dad is outside my window on the roof, taking down christmas lights.
I am so freaked out.
I can't even look out the window at him, or my stomach gets that feeling you have when something terrible happens. I just know he's gonna fall.
My breathing gets shallow, and I have to turn back to the computer screen and pretend he's not out there.
I can't pay any attention to him, or I feel sick.
Maybe there is something wrong with me.
current mood:  pessimistic
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| Saturday, January 3rd, 2004
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10:21 pm - I love....TV MARATHONS!!
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Wow, I haven't updated in forever...
I so do not want to go back to school...I like sleeping in until 12:30...*sigh*
Its weird, after more than two weeks of not being in school, it feels like I forgot everything. Not just things we were supposed to learn...but my schedule, my comb., what I'm supposed to bring to class...
PARTAY!
So, my week has been quite productive.
Since I can't remember actual dates, or days of the week, (its all slurred together) I use holidays as marking points. I know that on the day of New Year's Eve, I watched six hours of the Full House marathon. I know I felt crappy, because I'm allergic to up north. I know that I wanted to go to bed at nine that night, but stayed up until midnight, only because I wasn't sparkling grape juice, and then found out at 11:30 that we didn't have any. I also know that on New Years Day, I woke up at 12:30, and immediately sat down and began watching the Clean Sweep Marathon on TLC. I know that after I showered, I went ice skating, then came back and watched more Clean Sweep, ate dinner, went ice skating again, and watched more Clean Sweep until I went to bed, at 11.
current mood:  groggy
current music: More than Words - Extreme
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| Sunday, December 28th, 2003
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2:19 pm - Telemarketers
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If none of these work, just do what mi padre did. When mowing the lawn, my 7-year-old self ran out to tell him that he had a phone call. He came in and answered it, to find a telemarketer on the other end. In the beginning of the sales pitch, he told the salesman to "hold on." He set the phone down, and went to finish mowing the lawn.
Speak to the little lady of the house
We have a 5-year-old daughter who loves to talk. If I answer the phone and discover a telemarketer on the other end, I just quietly hand the phone to our daughter ... and let the fun begin!
Give them the man of the house
When they ask for the man of the house, I ask them to hold; then I put my 2-year-old son on the phone.
Have I got a deal for you
Interrupt the telemarketer's sales pitch and ask them if they would like to buy something from you (could be anything that you're selling). That will usually get them to end the call.
I do
Ask the telemarketer to marry you. Seriously, this will probably shock them and they won't know what to say.
You have reached my voicemail
Say: "Hello." (Wait on them to start talking.) "I'm sorry we can't come to the phone right now. Please leave a message. Beep."
Funny you called
"You know, I was just thinking about (doing, buying) just that very same thing. So, I said to myself, 'Self, why don't you just (do, buy) it and get over it.' To my amazement, self replied with a loud, 'GO FOR IT!'" (Keep talking to take control of the conversation, never letting the telemarketer speak so he or she can't actually try to sell you anything.) "Well, me and myself will discuss it more and we'll get back to you."
From a country song
"I'd love to, but my wife just left me, she cut the tires on my truck, I had to bury my dog, and I only have half a Bud Light bottle left. I'm not worried about the rest, but if you start selling beer, give me a call."
Have you planned for the future?
When I see "out of area" on the caller ID, I answer the phone with the name of a made-up insurance company. Then I try to sell the person life insurance. I'll ask questions like, "What if something happened to you?" or "Are you sure your final needs can be met?" Usually, they end up hanging up on me.
Reply in gibberish
Answer the phone in a pretend foreign language.
She's not ? here
I have told people that the person they were asking for was hideously mangled in a train wreck. If they ask for my wife, I sometimes say that she recently left me, then tell the caller she sounds cute and ask her out.
And you are?
I'd love to hear more about why you are calling me, but I'm in the middle of dinner right now. Why don't you give me your home number so I can call and irritate you in the middle of your meal?
Keep talking
Rather than find creative ways in which to hang up on telemarketers, I decided many years ago that I could provide a public service by keeping them on the phone for as long as possible. The longer they spend with me, the less time they have to call other people. Often, they'll hang up on me before I can hang up on them!
What did I win?
Sometimes I'll act as if the sales call is one to inform me that I've won a prize. I'll exclaim, "I've never won anything in my life!" Then I'll ask for details on when and how my prize will be sent to me. And no matter how many times it's explained to me, I will never quite understand that I've won nothing and instead am being asked to buy something.
I'm already connected
If I'm being offered a loan or mortgage refinance, I'll ask if it can "fly under the radar," because I have a large loan at a very high interest rate from "family" who would become very upset if I obtained loans elsewhere. I'll suggest that we meet somewhere discreet to discuss details.
Ever hear of women's lib?
My wife is especially perturbed when they ask for the "Man of the House." So she then starts talking in hushed tones and saying, "Oh, no sir. The Master isn't here. He keeps me locked down here in the basement when he goes out, so I can't check for him now."
Phone flirting
I am big on the phone flirting. Use your best Joey voice from "Friends": "How you doin?" or, "You sound really attractive. Do you call here often?"
How long do you have?
Say: "Sorry to interrupt you. I really want to talk to you, but can you hold on for a few minutes? I just need to finish up the call from the last telemarketer. He called me about an hour ago."
What's it worth?
"Now before I listen to your pitch, there are a few things we need to cover. My minimum rate for listening is $35 an hour. Of course, I can offer you upgrades that give you additional benefits, as well as a greater chance that I may buy what you are selling. The deluxe package is $55 per hour and offers a 2 percent chance of purchase, and the super-deluxe package is $75 per hour, and offers a 3 percent chance of purchase. Now before we get to that, I will need you to send in an application as well as a minimal application fee of $55. You will also need to include with your payment a $35 payment for a credit report. Once your credit has been approved, I will be able to accept your non-refundable good-faith security deposit, which I require, of $100. After closing, and you have paid my standard closing costs of $250, we will then be able to proceed with your sales pitch. Can I sign you up?"
Call the cult
"Sorry I can't talk, I am about to cut off my tongue to achieve ultimate power."
It's good enough for Cuba
I always get them to scream, "Show me the money!" like in "Jerry Maguire."
current mood:  mellow
current music: Leaving Las Vegas - Sheryl Crow
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| Wednesday, December 24th, 2003
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1:51 pm - HOLY CRAP
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Here is the cost of the individual items in "The Twelve Days of Christmas" and the percentage increase or decrease from last year's price:
One Partridge In a Pear Tree: $77.50, down 24.4 percent from last year's $102.50.
Two Turtle Doves: $58, the same price as last year
Three French Hens: $15, the same price as last year
Four Calling Birds: $400, up 26.6 percent from last year's $316
Five Gold Rings: $361.25, down 5.6% from last year's 382.50
Six Geese-a-Laying: $150, the same price as last year
Seven Swans a-Swimming: $3,500, up 66.7 percent from last year's $2,100
Eight Maids-a-Milking: $41.20, the same price as last year
Nine Ladies Dancing: $4,230.89, up 3 percent from last year's $4107.66
Ten Lords-a-Leaping: $3,921.44, the same price as last year
Eleven Pipers Piping: $1,982.40, up 22.8 percent from last year's $1,614.60
Twelve Drummers Drumming: $2,147.60, up 22.8 percent from last year's $1,749.15
True cost of Christmas in the song: $65,264.28, up 18 percent from last year's $54,951.31.
current mood:  content
current music: Beethoven's 5th - Trans-Siberian Orchestra
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| Friday, December 12th, 2003
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6:03 pm - I hate people in general...
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Okay, first of all, I am extremely tired of stupid people.
And secondly, I'm beginning to hate rich people. But I incorrectly worded that. I am beginning to hate materialistic people who actually follow through and have all these things that they want. Such as a car, or a camera, for example.
I do not hate these people for having money, I hate them for buying things they don't really need.
Does that make me a hypocrite for wanting/recieving a varsity jacket for Christmas? Its not like I'm actually buying it with my own money, and its like, my only big Christmas present. I do need a winter coat. And I could live without it if I wasn't getting it, anyway.
And anyway, I'm so not materialistic. I mean, I may be bitchy and mean and rude, but materialistic is one thing I am not. Do you see me complaining because my friends get twice as many Christmas presents as I do? I think not.
And yeah, when I look at ads, I usually point out a bunch of stuff that "I want" but I usually don't buy them. Like, yeah, okay, I can go through the "Big Toy Book" from Toys r' us and find tons of stuff I want, besides the slushie maker and life-size Barbie convertible-
What does this have to do with anything? Why do I feel the need to justify myself? I mean, seriously people. Why?
current mood:  infuriated
current music: Rich Girl - Hall & Oates
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| Monday, December 8th, 2003
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4:45 pm - More than words is all I ever needed you to show....(haha, not really)
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Okay, wow, I am really tired. I didn't get to bed last night until like ten after eleven, and I didn't get to sleep until like 11:30. Actually I was in bed at ten to eleven, but earlier last night, the car alarm went off, and nobody was touching the keys or anything, and we had no idea why. Anyway, my mom was afraid to go back downstairs alone, so I went with her. At first I wasn't afraid, but then I started to get creeped out.
Anywho, I was going to write about something, but I can't remember what.
Well, I think of it.
I am so addicted to Spider Solitaire, its not even funny. I can't control the urge to play it, and once I start playing, I can't stop.
So, you wanna know what's fun? Download the karaoke versions of songs, and (when nobody's around) sing them, and laugh at yourself and what a terrible singer you are.
To do:
French
Make Posters
Study Cecchetti
Clean Room
Do Science
Find Flute
Try to Remember How to Play Flute
Practice Flute
Practice Piano
Remember whatever else I was supposed to do
current mood:  intimidated
current music: Jingle Bells (Polka Version) and my brother attempting to play the keyboard
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