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Diesel Anne's Blurty:
| Saturday, June 30th, 2007 | |
| 1:42 am | two weeks, three days i'm so happy. drunk, happy, and in love. |
| Monday, May 29th, 2006 | |
| 10:08 pm | there is hardly a meter. my feelings in a matter of seconds. stomach clenched, sick rises like heat i feel the pounding in my head i've made it through the day is gone let's see if i can fake another one kisses fall from my cheeks splattering on the dirty sheets i never win i never win god grant you see this falsehood has its grip on me you're more than blind you're more than good time to end no time to begin my human doormat made of sin drink away sorrows don't face the day if you've no sense of wrong you can do no harm so, baby, keep this bottle warm |
| Saturday, May 27th, 2006 | |
| 4:48 pm | I'm happy and I'm a good person and even if I've made mistakes in the past they've taught me about who I am and who I want to be. I love life even when I am sick. |
| Thursday, March 16th, 2006 | |
| 12:45 am | Oh, nature... i was walking across campus today and this guy was riding a bike up the hill by pc dukes and when he got to the top of the hill, by the library, a squirrel comes out of absolutely nowhere and runs smack into this guy's tire and the guy looks all shocked and then loses his balance so he tries to put his feet on the ground...but he almost steps on the squirrel...so instead he moves his feet and accidentally kicks the squirrel and the squirrel goes fucking skittering off down the sidewalk, so i start cracking up and the guy just looks at me with this mad, serious look on his face and i'm thinking, shit dude, you should be laughing that was hilarious! and i was the only fucking person who saw! |
| Tuesday, January 31st, 2006 | |
| 8:50 pm | This is an automated email sent from Crutchfield.com Live Chat. The following information is a log of your session. Please save the log for your records. Your session ID for this incident is 84583. Time Details 01/31/2006 03:55:04PM Session Started with Agent (Marie) 01/31/2006 03:55:20PM Agent (Marie): "Good afternoon, Liesel." 01/31/2006 03:55:33PM Liesel: "hello?" 01/31/2006 03:55:38PM Liesel: "oh, hello" 01/31/2006 03:55:50PM Agent (Marie): "Welcome to the Crutchfield Chat Sales Team." 01/31/2006 03:56:02PM Liesel: "i have a question about a purchase i've already made, should i ask you?" 01/31/2006 03:56:07PM Agent (Marie): "Great! How can I help?" 01/31/2006 03:57:12PM Liesel: "well, i made a purchase for a digital camera in a store in virginia and i broke the lcd screen. do you have any information about warranties or any other replacement/repair policies?" 01/31/2006 03:59:58PM Liesel: "Marie, you are not answering fast enough!" 01/31/2006 04:00:07PM Agent (Marie): "Please let me apologize for the long wait. We are experiencing very heavy traffic today." 01/31/2006 04:00:23PM Agent (Marie): "Do you have your order number?" 01/31/2006 04:00:38PM Liesel: "I am going to end this little chat, no offense, i'm a very important and busy person in fact i'm the president of a nation. france. goodbye marie, have a good day." |
| Tuesday, January 3rd, 2006 | |
| 9:50 pm | can i swallow this bottle whole? last night sansing spent the night at my house. so this morning he gets up to go to the bathroom and comes back in my room and goes "did you take my clothes off last night?" i'm like, "no i didn't take off your clothes. you fell asleep in your jeans and you woke up in your jeans." so he's like, "yeah, my boxers are missing." i figured he didn't wear any and just forgot. twenty minutes later he goes outside for a cigarette and comes back upstairs holding his boxers. last night between 3 a.m. and 8 a.m. sansing somehow took off his pants then his boxers then his boxers made it to the front stoop and sansing made it back to bed. in the same spot. wearing his jeans. i just wish i could have seen whatever happened. |
| Tuesday, December 6th, 2005 | |
| 11:56 am | Cooler Ranch Doritos really are cooler. I don't write in my blurty anymore. A few reasons. 1) The occurences in my life at present have been very traumatic to me and I really have no desire to tell anyone about them on the internet. 2) I am about halfway out of a depression that ate up most of my college career and I don't find the time to veg in front of the computer for hours on end like back in the good ol' days. 3) I never was a good writer (although I envy all that are, and would give my right arm to be able to write very well...okay, maybe my left, it would be easier to learn to type with just my right hand and, of course, i could still write by hand) and I've gone back and read the dribble I've posted in the past. I blushed with enough embarrassment to stay away from blurty for a while. 4) addictinggames.com has taken up the rest of my available computer time. Sincerely, Liesel |
| Friday, October 7th, 2005 | |
| 9:52 am | it's a double entendre, jj You know how when you stub your toe your first instinct is to grab it? As soon as you stub it, you wince, grab your foot, and thinking that if you can somehow put pressure on it the pain won't be able to reach your toe through your clenched fingers. As soon as you do grab it, though, the pain increases tenfold. The chemicals reach your brain that you've just hurt a body part and they scream for you to let go...so you do. It's not an instantaneous release of the pain, but it does subside. And instead of that mind-numbing, searing heat, there's a colder, more shallow wound. It still throbs, it still hurts, but the pain is somewhat deadened. You'll notice it for a few more days, each time you take a step wrong you'll get a grimace on your face, but eventually it will disappear altogether. You'll almost forget that you'd ever gotten hurt. |
| Wednesday, August 24th, 2005 | |
| 8:47 pm | My neighbor is a douche. Diesel Anne (8:26:11 PM): i just had the cops called on me!!!! jmuchrism (8:26:15 PM): hahaha jmuchrism (8:26:58 PM): for what Diesel Anne (8:28:05 PM): my neighbor parked his motorcycle in one of the spots right outside my house so i parked behind it, it was parallel to the curb Diesel Anne (8:28:37 PM): and he knocked on my door and asked me to move it and after so many words (pretty much me telling him that it didn't have a pass and he couldn't park it there) i told him i'd move it and slammed the door jmuchrism (8:28:37 PM): why would you do that Diesel Anne (8:28:52 PM): because he's pretty much reserving a spot and he's not allowed to do that jmuchrism (8:28:58 PM): haha Diesel Anne (8:29:31 PM): so then he knocked again after i didn't come out for like twenty minutes and i told him i was busy and then i was like, i can't put an orange cone there and say it's just for my car, you can't fucking park there and say it's your spot Diesel Anne (8:29:43 PM): and there were more angry words Diesel Anne (8:29:47 PM): and then he called the cops jmuchrism (8:29:58 PM): hahaha i wish i coulda seen that Diesel Anne (8:30:03 PM): i'm so pissed Diesel Anne (8:30:17 PM): but he told the cop that he wanted to move his bike and i was blocking it in Diesel Anne (8:30:24 PM): therein lies his mistake jmuchrism (8:30:29 PM): wow jmuchrism (8:30:35 PM): how is that Diesel Anne (8:31:29 PM): because i kindly told the cop that he had never mentioned moving it (which he hadn't) and that he had only told me that the spot was for his car and his bike and that it was against pheasant run policy to do that so i and that i told him that i was going to talk to management about it Diesel Anne (8:32:00 PM): so then the guy was like, it's just commin courtesy and the cop looked at me and i was like, listen, you called the cops on me over this. no one has ever called the cops on me in my entire life jmuchrism (8:32:12 PM): haha way to stand up for yourself Diesel Anne (8:32:14 PM): this must really mean a lot to you Diesel Anne (8:32:22 PM): so then i moved the car and the guy just stood there Diesel Anne (8:32:35 PM): and the cop goes, you called me out here because you said you wanted to move your bike Diesel Anne (8:32:40 PM): are you going to move it? Diesel Anne (8:32:52 PM): so the guy had to take the tarp off and move the damn thing and looked like an ass doing it jmuchrism (8:32:59 PM): haha Diesel Anne (8:33:09 PM): so then i told the cop i was sorry, i had no idea he was going to call the cops and he really didn't have to come out Diesel Anne (8:33:36 PM): and the cop was like, don't worry ma'am, it's the beginning of the year, i hate to see neighbors start out like this but make sure you talk to management tomorrow because i think you're right Diesel Anne (8:33:47 PM): right in front of the guy Diesel Anne (8:34:15 PM): and then the cop left and i stormed past the neighbor guy who was talking to nathan's friend mike who had just gotten here Diesel Anne (8:34:35 PM): and mike was like, listen, dude, i just think it's kind of sketchy that you're leaving your bike there like you own that spot Diesel Anne (8:34:43 PM): and my neighbor is a douche Diesel Anne (8:34:46 PM): the end jmuchrism (8:35:26 PM): pretty good start to the year i guess |
| Tuesday, August 23rd, 2005 | |
| 11:10 pm | |
| Thursday, July 14th, 2005 | |
| 1:17 pm | She was an American Girl Back at good old Avon. Ahh, the familiar mall sights and sounds. Children screaming their heads off, mothers screaming their heads off, teenage girls in ghetto uniform screaming their heads off. What an exciting day. "Do you all carry Topaz?" "No, I'm sorry ma'am, Avon stopped producing that fragrance in 1956." What's with old ladies loving Avon so much? Maybe because it's cheap and kind of crappy. Old ladies love that stuff. I keep forgetting to bring a book with me to work, hence the two updates in two days. Tomorrow I get to spend sixteen hours in the Lewinski/Schartel household surrounded by autistic boys (one of which recently developed an obsession with breasts...I will be sure to bring my hooded sweatshirt). |
| Wednesday, July 13th, 2005 | |
| 7:08 pm | Holy Shit! Yes, I died. But, I have returned and now have time to update. I can't even remember what was going on in my life last time I wrote in this thing but I do know that I've been having a pretty good summer now that class is over. I quit my job at Books A Million. If you don't know the story, ask Steve. I don't think he knows it very well, but I don't feel like going over it now. I'm working at Avon again. I'm also getting paid by the government (more than I make at Avon) to babysit Jayne's kids, so I do that as much as possible. I just got back from the beach with Kara and my family and then the Rappahannock River with Kara and my friends. Those were ten of the best days this year. I've just been working and hanging out with my (un)official boyfriend since I got back. Blech. Too much happened in the past month and a half to do anything but skim, but at least you all know I'm alive. I am supposed to go to Kings Dominion on the 20th with Brittany, Steve, and Nathan. I hope that works out, even if I don't have any money. Maybe Steve will loan me some since he freakin' loves me so much. Okay, this entry is pretty stupid since I don't really have anything to say. Back to work I suppose since I'm on the Avon dime writing in this thing. Boredom will make you do crazy things. Also, watch The Andy Milonakis Show and Stella. I guarantee you, you will lose IQ points. Excellent. |
| Thursday, May 26th, 2005 | |
| 6:53 pm | growl I have to work for two hours tonight. That sucks, but I'm doing it as a favor for this chick I work with and she's giving me ten bucks so I'm not complaining. I'm not even going to complain that I have to work at 8am tomorrow because last Friday I made over $20 in tips. So, I noticed something sort of strange today. I was over at Brittany's and my boobs felt really firm, so I grabbed them to see if they were (they were) and Brittany asked what I was doing. I told her and asked if she wanted to feel and she did. Then Ann wanted to feel so I let her. Then I felt Ann's boobs. Then Brittanys. Now, I can honestly say that none of that was weird at all. And that in itself is pretty weird. At least when you compare it to guys grabbing crotches or something. I mean, I guess that doesn't exactly correlate, as a vagina would be a much more obvious parallel to a penis. But all I'm saying is, for most girls, touching each other's boobs just isn't that weird. Well, most non-prude girls at least. Which reminds me of a funny story, stop me if you've heard it (which I'm sure you have, I've told it many times.) So, a couple weeks ago, right before he left for Brasil (I'm spelling it with an S now, I hear that's the proper way) I went to Vixens for the first time, with Drew. He was off talking to some friends and this guy sat down next to me to hit on me so of course in milliseconds Drew was right there beside me again. Boys are so cute. Anyways, it got to be awkward so I left to go to the bathroom. I get in there and there are two girls in the only other stall and they're talking about doing coke and are obviously very drunk. When I come out, they do too. One of them happens to be a girl I went to high school with, Carrie Miller, and the other one I don't know. Although whenever she passed me at the bar she would accidentally hit me in her drunken stumble and proceed to rub my shoulder and apologize. So Carrie goes "James Wood!" and I'm like, yeah, I went to James Wood. I couldn't remember her name, although I recognized her, and I thought she had been friends with Emily Swiger so I mentioned that. Apparently I hadn't talked to Carrie at all since middle school because no, she hates Emily, as do I. We're discussing how much of a bitch she is when the other girl, the one I don't know, tells me I'm hot, says, "Look at those tits!" and pulls my shirt down. Carrie Miller saw my boobs. So did two other fat girls in the bathroom. But the weirdest thing was, it wasn't that weird. I just said thanks, pulled up my shirt, and went out to the bar again. It actually was kind of flattering, to tell you the truth. Well, that's all the gossip about boobs. Later. |
| Monday, May 23rd, 2005 | |
| 11:41 pm | send in the clowns I should be writing a paper right now but instead I'm sitting here with my cat in my lap trying to find something entertaining on the internet. I suck at life. It's due at 8:30 am and all I have is an outline. Wow, I don't know why I started this entry. I have nothing I want to talk about. Sorry about that teaser there, folks. |
| Sunday, May 15th, 2005 | |
| 8:11 pm | B-A-N-A-N-A-S! I can't get that song out of my head. Well, my weekend off kind of sucked. On Friday I tried to call Scott a thousand times but no answer. I went out with Brittany instead and we went to Coalie Harry's and Brubaker's for Josh's (Brittany's sister's boyfriend) birthday. That was actually the most fun I had all weekend. I mean, don't get me wrong, I had a LOT of fun. But if I had realized that would be the only fun I'd have, I might have appreciated it more. On Saturday I kind of lazed around the house for a while and then went shopping. I got some cute stuff but I'm broke now. Boohoo. On Saturday night I was all set to go up to WV with Scott and whoever he was going with because I had told him last week I wanted to hang out with him. At like, 10 I called him and he was already up there. I was pretty pissed but what can you do? He's pretty much a letdown most of the time so I don't know why I thought this time would be any different. I watched a little bit of SNL but accidentally fell asleep since Andrew and Heather were fighting, Brittany went home, Kara spent the night with Justin who didn't want to go out, Walter called after I had fallen asleep, Josh Feltner was in Richmond. Chelsea, Jeb, Liza and Dan went to Front Royal and no one else answered when I called. Shitty night for the most part. Scott called me at 3:30 in the morning but I refused to answer. I called him at 6:50 to try to wake him up and I was just going to bitch at him but he didn't answer. He called me at 9:20 to see if I would go to church with him. I said yes. Church was okay. We had some good food, but that's about it. Sermons are like sitting through lectures. Lectures that I never even get anything from and where you have to stand and shake the hands of strangers. Ugh. It was Pentecost Sunday, though, so they had the kids sing Happy Birthday to the church. That was kind of cute. Today I just lazed around a little more but I did help my mom paint and wash the siding on the house. It was really nice outside. Oh! I hung out with Catherine Frey a little bit too. She's so cool. I love that kid. Drew called me and had his Brazilian friend Marcelo leave me a message in Portuguese. I thought it was my brother-in-law messing around at first but then I realized what it was. I have no clue what he said though. Oh well. |
| Saturday, May 7th, 2005 | |
| 1:59 am | NTC, Debauchery, and Other News I know you're all probably creaming your panties wondering what my next post will be about. Considering I haven't written since Apple Blossom, this entry should be filled with fun fun fun. NTC sucks ass. I didn't have the internet from AB Sunday until yesterday. I'm thinking of switching to Adelphia. Okay, that's it about that. Apple Blossom rocked my world. It was the best one yet. On Friday Kara and I went to the Jimmy Buffet (cover band) show and had plenty of alcohol. You were supposed to buy tickets to get beer but since we had boobs, they just kept handing them over for free. Oh yeah. My little frame (well, little compared to some) and my complete intolerance of alcohol left me very inebriated by the time I decided to start dancing. I fucking danced my ass off. With Kara. And Justin's dad. Very fun evening and I left with a used drumstick and a smile. Ann was there with Stephanie, which was strange, but definitely cool. When I got to my car I seriously thought I was okay to drive. By the time I got onto Amherst, though, I realized I was wrong. Instead of notifying my carmates (Kara and Kevin) of my lack of motor skills and slurred speech, I shut up and tried to get to the closest haven without them freaking me out. I went to Mike's and met his (very hot) friend Drew and spent almost an hour sobering up. Then I took Kevin home, took Kara to Sheetz to meet up with Justin, and then I had sex in the rain in the back of a truck. I love Winchester. Saturday started out with a headache but panned out to be a good time. I hung out with Kara for a bit at the parade before she had to go to work. We saw Brittany for a time and then continued our walking tour. Then I met up with Bobby and Sarah and watched the Grand Marshall from an actual chair. (Can you believe it? I actually sat through part of the parade and was mildly interested. At least when the Duke Dog went by. And Keri Strug. I missed Larry Hagman, but oh well, I heard he looks ancient.) Kara left her phone in my purse so I brought it by her work and when I got there Justin called. He was obviously drunk and told me to come to Cork Street. I decided to stop by and Jeff (his dad), Justin and I immediately set out for Brubaker's. Good decision. I saw some awesome people there, got hit on like mad by Brittany's sister's bf, as well as by Brittany's sister and some others, and participated in some Midway madness. Nathan stole a Spidey balloon for me. Excellent. Brittany and I headed out for my house to get ready for the big Gould party. I didn't really have fun there, as sad as that is. Kara came out and Ryan Robinson was there, and Nils Wagner and Zach Brand and Tommy Gould all looked fucking hot, but it was loud and I had a headache and the wet t-shirt contest was more than disappointing. But the highlight of the evening, if you can call it that, was the extremely intoxicated Mike Clark pretending like he'd never met me (we had classes together for four fucking years, ass face!) and then proceeding to step on my feet 12, count 'em 12 times during the night. Fucker. He was so annoying that I felt vindicated for my cripplingly embarrassing crush on him in ninth grade. I had my exams and I think I did well, I worked, and I got drunk a few times this week. All in all, I've been having fun and not stressing out and I think this summer will be amazing. |
| Tuesday, April 26th, 2005 | |
| 10:57 pm | Edge of Reason Tonight is terrible. I am in such a bad mood and I want to kick something. So, this afternoon Justin calls Kara and tells her he'll be at our house at 9. Kara wants to go to Beth's party and wants me to come, so I get myself all prepped to go out. I'm finally psyched to go drink and have given into the fact that I will probably not wake up feeling well in the morning. With my party mentality, we set out to Stonegate. Chris isn't home so we go directly to Beth's. There's a sign on the door and it says "Only Girls, No Guys" and right away I'm wary. I have a thought in my head and I'm praying I'm not right, but the lack of loud music and people on the balcony are not a good sign. I finally open the door and, lo and behold, it's a sex toy party. No beer, just rotating dildos. I'm actually pretty amused at this point because apparently Beth failed to mention any of this dildo business to Kara. None of the girls even look up (I'm sure at least some of them were embarrassed that Justin was there, but some girl told him to come in and the old woman hostess with a suitcase full of dildos said he'd have fun) and I finally decide after standing there for almost a minute that this is fucking ridiculous. I just walked out. Kara and Justin soon follow. Kara wants to go to Sunchase to see if Chris is there, but I hate Chris' frat friends, so I opt to visit Flubes, who I haven't really seen much lately. I'm trying to joke around with Kara but everything I say she gets pissed about so finally I just shut my fucking face. I walk in and to my utter disgust, Mario is there. I fucking hate that loud, obnoxious, selfish, rude (pardon my slur, but that's what he is) wop. He needs to go to whatever Hell accepts people who talk much too loudly about opinions that no one cares about but themselves. When Mario is around, Falah is an ass. "What are you doing here?" "Kara went to a frat place that I hate, so I'm here to visit. Don't worry, it won't be long." "Steve's not here." "Yeah, I know, I came to see you for a bit. I don't have to stay. Do you want me to leave?" "Steve's not here." Fuck that. I walked out with him yelling behind me but I was too pissed to listen. So then I get in Kara's car (Chris wasn't over in the Chase so she came to pick me up) and again with the "Kara is with Justin and Liesel is in the Way" club. They decide to go to Walmart, but since I can't hear the conversation thanks to the music and they don't seem to want me to hear it and if I do go it will probably end up with me getting more nasty remarks from Kara when I'm just trying to be nice, when I finally get invited, I decline. Then I try to talk to a friend online and am ignored. I text message, more ignoring. Call, ignored. So much for a cheer-up shag. As Bridget Jones would say: V. angry about dismal evening. Think will consume two (perhaps more) alcohol units followed by several fags. Bit fed up, actually. |
| Sunday, April 24th, 2005 | |
| 10:11 pm | Melissa Bailey should have a statue in her image. imthnkfl: ok, well a few weeks ago, in the worst professor in the worlds class, we were talking about some poem i didnt read, and I wasnt paying attention. Well, the last five minutes of class, I randomly decided to pay attention, when the prof. started talking about how the woman in the poem, "is like one of those cat ladies...you know, if you own more than 3 cats, you're a cat lady" and then he looked around teh room and said, "is anybody here a cat lady.? OWN IT...OWN IT!!" Diesel Anne: did you own it? imthnkfl: so I mean, this man is just plain out weird, so that made me start laughing, so he automatically thought I was laughing b/c I was a cat lady, so he pointed at me and stopped talking, and he said, "Youre a cat lady arent you" (and I mean hell, I dont want to be a cat lady especially since he was making negative connections with it) so i was so nervous i was pointed out and everyone was staring that I said, "I dont own no cats" Diesel Anne: hahahahahahahahaha!!! imthnkfl: i know, it was so horrible imthnkfl: and immediately after that, I was like, I regret opening my mouth imthnkfl: b/c then it was too late imthnkfl: but then the guy in the front row said, "i have 3 goldfish, does that count" Diesel Anne: hahahahahaha! Diesel Anne: did you feel better? imthnkfl: not really, bc it was too late to go back and change my grammar, and so now my whole class must know why i keep my mouth shut Diesel Anne: did you say it like that on purpose? imthnkfl: no, i was so nervous it just came out like that imthnkfl: and i said it with conviction too imthnkfl: and then inside i went "ooooooh" aftewards |
| Tuesday, April 19th, 2005 | |
| 11:33 pm | Today was an exciting day. I was measuring out beans for the morning coffee today when, all of a sudden, the Snow Joe machine (which is like one of those big plastic slurpee machines at 7-11) flew off the auger, hit the counter, and shot Arctic Lemonade not only all over the kitchen, but all over the counter, the cafe tables, and the cafe floor. It was terrible. My jaw seriously dropped for a good 30 seconds. Before the thought of "Oh, shit, I'm going to have to clean that up" set in all I could think was "Oh, shit, that was the most amazing thing I've seen in a long time." hen I found out that the ice machine was broken so the poor fix-it guy had to walk in on a sticky lemon mess. This was exciting? Man, I'm lame. Well, then I got hit on by customers/coworkers ALL DAY! I must have looked hot or something because I am not kidding, I was flirted with by almost every male customer that walked in. It pays to be on a diet, I suppose. Yeah, right. Anyways, my two favorites (technically three) were these two guys that came in together. They were wearing really nice shirts and business slacks and ties and sat outside for a bit talking about business stuff. They were pretty hot. And young. Probably between 24-26. They hardcore hit on me and I was eating it up. Gosh, that feels good, getting hit on. My absolute favorite, though, was the weirdest guy (in a good way) that has come in so far. He looked like he belonged in ZZ Top, only more clean cut, which is kind of an oxymoron. Anyways, he was well over six feet tall, gray hair and cool beard, HUGE smile, and was so freaking nice and left a big tip. He wouldn't stop smiling and he taught me how to make a drink, and even though he was old (I'd say late fifties) he was totally sexy. Isn't that funny? This is getting way gay. Sorry, Steve. Just skip that part next time you go back and read all my old blurties like you always do. Okay, here's the best part. So, I come home and one of my neighbors is outside talking to some guy I can't really see and I think about going over to talk but I'm like, maybe it's a deal, I don't want to interrupt. So I head into the house and their door is open (very strange) and I lean over and wave to Johannas*, who's on the couch, when I notice the older white guy on the couch. Weird. A little later Kara, Jessicka, and I are downstairs and there's this awful banging noise coming from next door. I go out back and yell out, "Hey, are you guys trying to break into our house or something?" thinking they're just fucking around like they always do. This big guy with a sledgehammer comes over and says, "No, sorry ma'am, this is a police search. We have a warrant." Very weird. I run inside and tell Kara and Jessicka who don't believe me. I half don't want to believe me. Poor guys. We snuck up to their kitchen window and there's a cop sitting there with gloves on, labelling stuff and putting it in manilla envelopes. In Johannas' room we can tell there's flash going off. Apparently, at the same time, a friend of theirs just walks into the house and has no clue what's going on. She goes upstairs and they handcuff her, throw her on the bed, and grab the dog. Weird. I didn't get the back story until later when Lleweylen* was outside smoking a cigarette. Turns out Johannas had been busted a couple days earlier on the way back from Vermont. Had 7 lbs. of marijuana on him. Fuck that. $2000 bail. Fuck that. So his lawyer told him they would probably try to get a search warrant. This is where I start feeling not as bad. They got rid of most of the stuff in the house, but they had been cultivating shrooms. Guess what the cops found. Yep. So, my neighbors were apparently the #1 dealers in Harrisonburg. H-town is gonna be dry. Fuck that. *Names have been changed to ridiculous looking monikers to be funny. |
| Monday, April 18th, 2005 | |
| 11:14 am | Run, rabbit, run. RUN, RABBIT, RUN! I hope you guys enjoyed Steve's contribution to my blurty. I guess that was me talking to Nathan in my room about movies. Well, I know that was me talking to Nathan in my room about movies because I was there. I found out Ryan has a girlfriend and as much as I hate to admit it, that felt like a hot knife was jabbed into my eye, hearing that. I'm hoping I can get over it enough to be able to be friends with him, but man, it's hard. Oh, well, it's not like I'll proably ever see him again anyway. Guess I should mail him back his stuff. Kara didn't get into Charleston and I seriously almost had a heart-attack. I couldn't fucking believe it, and I honestly thought she was lying, but it's true. But fuck Charleston. Anyone who doesn't want my sweetpea is obviously crappy. Obviously. But the good thing is, my two best friends in the world will be in the same place, as Kara did get accepted to Tech. Well, if Sarah is still there next year. Jesus, I need to get updates on that girl more. I ate some gross yogurt this morning although it said it was good until at least May 15, so I don't know what the problem was. I got my cat back after a week away from her and I'm so happy. I miss my little gatita negra when she's away. She burped last night. That was fucking weird. I'm 99.9% positive it was a burp. It sounded just like one. What kind of cat burps?! I hate blurty now. I really despise writing in it. But I have this uncontrollable desire to do it, sometimes. Panic attack. Later. |
