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Diesel Anne's Blurty:
| Wednesday, April 13th, 2005 | |
| 7:20 pm | private eyes are watching toine "stop touching me i need to lay in my bed hahahah...*snort*" "what? what movie?" "like what?" "you already had bad boys 2" "mmm that was a long time ago actually...that you bought pirates of the carribean. it wasn't 3 weeks ago. it was like 9." "6 weeks ago?" "7 weeks ago?" "hahah what are you doing? what was this?" "hahahah what are you writing?" Current Mood:  weirdCurrent Music: hall and oates - private eyes (are watching toine) |
| Saturday, March 26th, 2005 | |
| 12:55 am | I refuse to try the salad dressing. My next door neighbors are having a very loud party next door. I went over twice to get beer, the first time right after work in my khaki pants and a men's white undershirt. I looked gross. The second time, I had put on jeans and a white button up shirt. And slippers. It is extremely fun to wear slippers into a party. Comfortable, as well. There has not been a third time because I remembered we had bud light in the fridge which I much prefer to Nattie. There are a ton of people there, but the guys are either dirty hippies or black or attempting to be black. Weird combination, I know. The chicks are either dirty hippies or bitches. I prefer just refilling my red cup and going to my warm room to staying with those people. I was thinking, though, (and mind you I'm not quite sober, due to my lightweight status) it would be cool if I could climb out Kara's window onto the shed roof and then the people next door could do the same thing. And we'd have deep, modern conversations and look at the stars and maybe even fall in love. Well, if any of them were hotter. And less stupid. In case you didn't get it, I wasn't serious. I CANNOT STAND MARIO! HE IS A GIRL! I have forgotten several times that I haven't eaten since 10:30 this morning. I will take care of that now. Later. |
| Monday, March 14th, 2005 | |
| 11:56 pm | Dirk Nowitzki gives Stanton a hard-on Last year, when Stan was still living in 736I, I tried to get into basketball. It was always on and I figured I might as well give it a try. It didn't work. |
| Monday, March 7th, 2005 | |
| 11:53 pm | I hate coffee. So, I started at Joe Muggs, my new place of employment, last week. On Monday there was a snowstorm so my manager, Lauren, called to tell me that I didn't have to come in. Good news. So I come in on Tuesday, learn all about coffee, and even make some. Normal training procedures, nothing goes awry. Wednesday night, even though I wasn't scheduled, Lauren asks me to come in to watch her close. Can do. I do the whole watching-the-manager-close thing, absorbing as much information as I possibly can but still knowing that I have at least two more full nights of closing procedure training ahead of me. At ten, Tim comes in and proceeds to tell me not a damn thing. I work on saran wrapping the bake case while he does whatever else it is we're supposed to do when we close, not really bothering to tell me anything unless I ask. No biggie, like I said, I still have two more nights of closing. I started getting sick on Wednesday. By Thursday I was pretty damn bad. I still go to work since I'm not dying. I train with Rachel who is very nice and really doesn't have to show me how to do anything since I seem to have picked up coffee-making rather quickly. She just relaxes and lets me take the orders for a couple hours. After lunch she's supposed to train me on the register. She shows me how to use the scanner. That's about it. I had no clue how to log in, how to get rid of the annoying thing that asks for the customer's club card, how to take a check, how to take a credit card, how to look up someone's club account, how to do anything pretty much, except use the scanner. (You hold the scanner so that the red laser beam is across the bar code and then press the button. Tough stuff.) Still, I'm not concerned, as I still have another two days of training and the register doesn't pose much of a threat. Thursday night I wake up several times and can sense that I'm dying from this sickness that has now swelled into a full-fledged attack on my body. I can barely move Friday morning and I'm fairly certain that my constant sneezing and coughing fits will not be welcome by customers. I really felt like shit. I called Lauren at 11am for my 5-c shift to make sure she had plenty of notice that I might not be coming in. She assured me it was fine since I was only training anyway. I told her that if I felt better (ha!) I would come in. At 5:15, about ten minutes after I polished off a bowl to help me sleep (it works) Lauren calls me. Thinking she's just checking up on me to see if I want to come in, I make the biggest mistake of my life. I answer the phone, high as hell, sick as hell. Lauren goes through the, "How are you feeling?" routine and I honestly answer that I am coughing and sneezing and want to go to sleep. She asks if I can come in. And work alone. For the rest of the night. I, of course, said yes. What could I do? I can't say no to my manager of three days. So I get off the phone, start crying at the thought of me having to close on a fucking FRIDAY NIGHT (our busiest night of the week) with absolutely no training on register, a slight idea of how to close, and at least a pretty healthy grasp of how to make a latte, and attempt to get ready. I can't stop crying, Kara tries her best to calm me down, and miraculously enough I pull it off. I didn't have to do everything, and there was a list for me to follow. But I did most of the stuff right with no major fuck ups. My ego goes through the roof, but I'm still glad that I have another day of training left ahead of me. I get to work at 6 tonight, fully prepared to really start understanding how to close. Right away Lauren tells me I'm closing by myself. Okay, that's fine, I can do it. I did it before, I can do it now. Well, no, it wasn't fine. I was pretty fucking pissed but who was I going to tell? So anyways, the really hard stuff I didn't have to do last time. This time she wants me to do it. So we have this machine, like a slurpee machine, and I'm supposed to clean it. I vaguely remember what to do from last Wednesday but I think I might be able to. I was wrong. I ended up with frozen cappuccino all over to counter and I get to clean it up. Okay, let me get this straight. I get to spend an hour cleaning up frozen shit because no one bothered to tell me how to do it right? GREAT!! After that, thankfully enough, things go rather smoothly. In fact, I even have time to chat with Steve and Nathan. But after closing, when I go to empty the sinks, I turn my back and when I look into the kitchen again there is at least an inch of water covering the floor, hastily making its way into the cafe. I broke down. The frozen coffee had unnerved me, this made me cry like a baby. I had to run into the kitchen, falling on my ass in the process (why, yes, my ass was covered in water!), somehow make it to the phone to call the manager, and run back to the mop. By the time the manager got up there, an intense look of annoyance on her face, I had calmed down and figured out what to do. If only someone had been there to tell me not to empty both sinks at once. You mean training for a new employee??? What a novel idea! And this is why I hate my new job. |
| Thursday, March 3rd, 2005 | |
| 4:13 pm | weird. So, I got home and I had an IM from Ryan (who is never online, he doesn't have the internet) just saying hey so I thought I'd give him a call. I dialed his number and looked at the clock and I was like, oh, shit, he's still in class. Oh well, I'll just leave him a message. But he picks up and first thing he says, hey, I was seriously going to call you in like, thirty seconds. I just got out of a test. Okay, that's not that weird, I do that all the time with him. The weirder thing is, I'm talking to Ryan on the phone, which I haven't done in about a week, and he says to me, holy shit, here comes Scott Mathis. So weird! As far as I know they've never seen each other on campus. And I randomly call at the exact time that he sees him. So I guess they walk up to each other and I hear Ryan go, here man, and hands him the phone. It was so funny! Plus, I usually call either Ryan or Scott first and then the other, just because they're my Georgia boys and if I think of calling one I usually think I should call the other one, too. So I had planned on calling Scott right after I got off the phone with Ryan. I think this was God killing two birds for me. Thanks God. |
| Tuesday, March 1st, 2005 | |
| 8:43 pm | Longer with Big Red Today was my first day of work at Joe Muggs in BooksAMillion. I can't believe I'm making coffee. I had to make probably 50 drinks today, my first friggin' day, and the ones we just did for practice my manager made me try so that I could tell people what they were like. I had coffee breath all day and I was so nervous making drinks and stuff and I can't steam enough froth for a cappuccino to save my life but I think I'm going to like it. Once I can make a kickass cap that is. Also, I get to "borrow" books from the store, because I'm an employee. No shit. I can take the books out of the store without paying for them, read them, and bring them back. It's like a freaking library! Being an English major, this is a major plus. Also, the other night, Friday I believe, I was in Nathan's room listening to Steven play guitar and sing and it was really hot with all these people in the room singing and laughing and stuff. So I decide to open the window. Lo and behold, two guys are peeing right outside of it. First, I make eye contact. Then, penis to eye contact. That's right, I saw this random guy's penis. Not just saw it, stared at it and my jaw dropped. It was so weird and funny. I also would like to note that, despite the threat of snow and the inevitable closing of JMU, I finished my History paper ahead of schedule, at 1:11 in the morning. So, even though I've technically had two more days to write it, I was done before I even needed to be done! Go Liesel! Way to be ahead of the game! |
| Friday, February 25th, 2005 | |
| 8:27 pm | Has anyone ever seen that movie Sneakers? Robert Redford. No? I got chocolates from my favorite internet boyfriend, Jon Pryor, aka Kara's hott cousin. Oh my god, they are delicious. And Jon has been officially voted my favorite Valentine of all time merely because he surprised the hell out of me with his sweetness. I also turned 22. I went to Daves where I was the center of attention, the prettiest princess there, and I was given multiple free drinks. I had fun. I had a breakdown in front of a stranger and later, on the phone with my mom, in front of many many as I cried all the way to my car. I got a new queen size bed which I have yet to pick up. I kissed Flubey. I cleaned my room and kept it that way, until today. Tomorrow it will be spic and span again, I promise. That's about it. |
| Friday, February 18th, 2005 | |
| 11:44 am | Dear Stan, I know you requested a post from the future...wow, that was weeks ago, now that it's March 18th, 2005. Well, it's my sister's birthday, but I didn't get her anything. Sorry. I'll get you something when I go back to February (I couldn't decide if I was supposed to say present or past) and then...you know...back into March. Okay, anyways, I just wanted to let you guys know, I have been posting, you just have to check under the March posts, since my computer doesn't understand the dynamics of time travel. Love, Liesel P.S. Remember how Kara and I were gonna do a breakdown dance during "Mountain Music"? We totally stuck by that. Awesome! |
| Tuesday, February 15th, 2005 | |
| 3:23 pm | It's beginning to look a lot like the day after Valentine's Day... Boyfriendless and alone, I figured my Valentine's Day was going to suck. Actually, though, I had a lot of fun. I got to take a History test (already my day was looking great!) and I even got to find out my Dad's getting married to the evil bitch we all know and hate, Judy! Awesome! Actually, my day was really pretty awesome. I've never been really huge into Valentine's Day, so I didn't think I'd be concerned that I didn't have my own Valentine. However, by the evening I was starting to feel a little bad when Kara got a dozen roses delivered to the house, Jessicka was grinning like a maniac on the phone with John, checking out her own bouquet, and Merideth and Will became an official couple (and she got two dozen roses, wtf!?). So, when I talked to Mike I asked if he wanted to be my Valentine and he said sure. I said okay. Then he stopped by for like, ten minutes to pick up the beer I had bought for him (haha, youngin'). Then I talked to Kara's cousin online and he said he wanted to be my Valentine. Wahoo! Two Valentines! Then my phone finally charged and I checked my messages. One from Ryan saying he would be my Valentine if I didn't have one, and then another message from Scott saying pretty much the same thing. Four Valentines!!! Then, I talked to Flubes and since he said no last year, I figured I could ask him this year and get the same response. But no, he said yes! I had five Valentines yesterday and not one god damn chocolate, flower, or even a kiss. But oh well, at least I know there are guys out there that are willing to give into the Hallmark hype and proclaim me as their Valentine. So then Kara, Jessicka, Steve and I chilled out here and watched Aladdin on the Disney Channel while eating our Sheetz/Subway purchases. What fun! Seriously, though, it was a great evening by normal standards, and by Valentine's Day standards? Hey, at least I got to watch Aladdin. Today, I went to meet with my professor and he never showed up so I went to Sunchase. Steve didn't go to sleep until 6am so I let him sleep and watched Ellen with Falah, helped Mario with a letter to some woman he's going to interview with, and met Kara at the tanning bed. Gotta love skin cancer. |
| Saturday, February 12th, 2005 | |
| 8:52 pm | I've been waiting so long... Sorry, guys, I know I haven't written in a while and you're all getting so mad because you check my blurty every day, but here it is. Doesn't it suck? |
| Friday, February 11th, 2005 | |
| 11:44 am | This entry has no title...just words and a tune... Today is my baby brother's 20th birthday. Everyone leave a message on here for him, and I'll make sure he gets them. I had the most terrible dream last night that all my professors were confronting me about missing class and late papers and failed tests (only the test part isn't true...yet...) and my dad was yelling at me and telling me he was going to disown me and my lazy ass, so almost immediately when I woke up I called Varner House to schedule an appointment. I'm kind of excited. I get to cry in front of a stranger and maybe fix my life in the process. Awesome! I use commas a lot when they aren't needed. I need a lesson in mechanics. I think that if I really do get my life straightened out, the first thing I'll do is hug Bridget Kehoe. Because I love her and I want her to be happy. What the heck am I talking about?! I'm going to hug her anyway! The end. |
| Tuesday, February 8th, 2005 | |
| 10:58 am | Dear Bridget, Hey everyone! I'm back from the future! Umm, it was pretty cool in March, but I'm glad to be back. I just tried to update but my computer was confused, what with my ability to time travel, so now I have to start over. Stupid computers. I came home yesterday to visit Mama and eat some good food and luckily, when I got here, I found out that my license was suspended a couple of weeks ago! Awesome! I got a ticket on Thanksgiving (as you might recall from my previous Thanksgiving edition blurty) and thanks to the miracles of pot I randomly remembered and forgot about it for two months. However, the time had come to address it, considering I've been illegally driving since January 24th. My choices were: A) have Mama drive me to Botetourt County (god, that's fun to say...Botetourt Botetourt Botetourt) where I would, upon payment, instantly receive proof of payment which I could then take to the DMV thus recieving my new license on the same day. Downside...three hour drive...each way... B) pay ticket over the phone, thus saving myself and my mama six hours of extreme boredom, but....I wouldn't be able to get my license until the DMV was notified of payment. Which wouldn't be under 24 hours. Great. I went with B which means I have to stay in Winchester AGAIN and eat my mama's delicious cooking AGAIN and sleep on the most comfortable couch in the world AGAIN and be spoiled by Mama and Bill and get free ice cream and lunch and stuff at Target AGAIN! Woe is me. To bad that means I'm gonna miss class AGAIN. In the words of Mike Seder Peter Eater, "Don't tell my mom I'm a waste of money." |
| Wednesday, February 2nd, 2005 | |
| 11:43 am | I'm just kind of T.O.ed thanos T81: what are you doing for superbowl Diesel Anne: no plans Diesel Anne: why? thanos T81: i'm planning on moving back this weekend thanos T81: just wondering if there's anything going on Yes!!! My little readheaded twin will be back this weekend! Now I'll have someone to go to Walmart with again! Wahoo! Ryan was supposed to be coming up this month, the weekend right before my birthday, but I doubt he will. I know what you're all thinking: good. But I miss the bastard and I kind of want to see him again, in case it's the last time I ever do. He really is a great guy, once you get past the fact that he can be the biggest jerk on the face of the planet. I'm thinking, for Spring Break, I'm gonna end up going nowhere. Because my cash flow is in serious jeopardy right now. So, if anyone wants to pay for my trip to Cancun (hell, I'll even settle for Nags Head) feel free to let me know. I'm in a bad mood. I'm not going to write any more. |
| Tuesday, February 1st, 2005 | |
| 11:35 am | Do you want to see what I look like? I was going to write an entry today about how fucking surreal my life is right now, but then I realized the ambiguity of it all, since I don't want to share my deepest darkest secrets, would be annoying, at best, to any readers out there. So, instead, I'm going to write meaningless crap. Kara and I are going to record ourselves singing "Beautiful Dreamer" as soon as we learn the words. We might not even wait that long. We'll play it at parties. Also, every time we hear Alabama's "Mountain Music" and it gets to the breakdown, we're going to stop, call out BREAKDOWN and slap ourselves silly like we're Spongebob Squarepants and Patrick Star. It will rock hardcore. I've had a sudden urge to watch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind over and over again. I've already seen it maybe five times. I know all the scenes, all the major dialog, and yet I still can't get it out of my head. "Joely, am I pretty? You're pretty...you're pretty...pretty." Being called beautiful is such an aphrodisiac. I want someone to think every part of me is gorgeous. We went to Sheetz last night (Kara, Michael, and I) and I got the worst coffee of my life. Fat Free French Vanilla with a touch of Raspberry Chocolate Cheesecake Hot Cocoa. Sounds good, right? No. Terrible. But the Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs were excellent. Hm, eggs...I wonder if those are from last Easter. I'm thinking of crawling back into bed now, but it won't be the same. I'll try it, though. |
| Monday, January 31st, 2005 | |
| 12:24 am | Nice. This entry is gonna be tough to write, but I don't want to get out of practice, so here goes. I don't really feel like writing about my day, today. So, instead, I'll write about tomorrow. Or maybe some day last week. We'll see how it goes. In my Doctorow/DeLillo course (you know, with the hippie professor) someone scrawled "WANT TO DIE" on the desk I sat in last class. Obviously, they do not have Professor Gaughran. If that's how you spell it, and I don't feel like checking the syllabus now to find out. I just found out he lived in a hippie commune from 1970-1971. How fucking cool is this guy?!?! I did notice, however, that the class that meets before ours is Kennedy's British Lit. 2 which would probably make me want to die, too. Not because of Kennedy, so much, but because of Dickens and Shelley. God, they suck. I fell asleep right before class on Thursday, due to multiple instances of self-inflicted sleep deprivation, and I had to book it to Hillside to even stand a chance of making it to Writing about Literature (yawn). I did walk in about ten minutes late with a drool stain on my cheek and crumpled sheet lines across my face, accenting my running mascara and hideous coif. Oh, well, at least I went. I then had to stop at the library to fix the innumerable mistakes I made on my Works Cited sheet (shut up, it was practice, and I was in a hurry, obviously) and decided, after 20 minutes, I'd go to Spanish after all. Those two classes rounded out my week of actually not missing any meetings scheduled (including class) but I failed miserably on Friday when I decided that no, I would rather not go to class high. God, I'm a slacker. But I'm kind of okay with the fact that I didn't make my goal. It gives me the same goal to live up to next week. We'll see if I make it. I'm too tired to remember what I even just wrote. Good night. |
| Saturday, January 29th, 2005 | |
| 11:43 am | I hate the new LifeSaver Original flavors. So, last night, Kara and I took a nap together, in my bed. (Bet you wish you coulda been there. It was hot. Kara tried to have sex with me but I beat her off. Get it?!?!) Anyways, we did that for about an hour and a half and finally decided that since, at 9:00, we were already supposed to be at Ashley's, we better start getting ready. I got all purtied up because there was a chance we were gonna either meet up with Peter later at a party (haha!) or go watch Chris belt out some tunes at Biltmore. We get to Ashley's, walk in, and I'm in heaven. A cloud of smoke hits my face as I enter, and I know it's gonna be a pretty chill evening. Well, we hang out there for a little over an hour, and for some reason I start feeling really really really bad. My head was throbbing, I had a hard time walking down the steps for fear of my knees giving in, and when we got to my car I had to let Kara drive. I think it was a mixture of getting stoned before we went out, massive bong hits, and a deprivation of sleep and food. The best part of the evening, though, was when we were on Maryland, after leaving Ashley's, and this dude pulls up beside us in a maroon Altima and honks. We look over and the guy is motioning Kara to roll down her window. We think he's gonna say we have a flat tire or something, but instead, in the cutest most excited voice I've ever heard he goes, "Hey! Did your hubcap fall off too!?!??!?!?" At first I was kind of confused, but then I was like, "Hey, yeah, my hubcap DID fall off!" It was at this point that the light turned green, but we were still talking, so we're head to head with this guy going down Port Republic and he's like, "You should just take them all off! That's what I did! It's the cool thing to do!" I hope I meet that guy at a future event. He made me smile like crazy. Then, we try calling Chris, no answer. Stopped by Stonegate but no parking. I'm really feeling like shit at this point so we go to Wendy's so Kara can get some food and then home and I was in bed by 12:30. I slept until 10:30 this morning. It was heaven. |
| Friday, January 28th, 2005 | |
| 6:14 pm | this is the spirit... Don't you hate when you're walking into a building and the closest person ahead is like, fifteen feet, and they get to the door, open it, and wait for you? Because then you have to hustle so that you don't look rude to this stranger holding the door for you. But you didn't want to go that fast, and the person is staring at you while you hurry, making it even more uncomfortable. I was enjoying my leisurely pace, dickhead! I say, if it's more than four feet, let me just open it my god damn self. Flubes and I hung out a little last night, for OC and other activities. Let's just say, they involved his lips. And that's all that matters. Then I went to Mike's to watch Point Pleasant. His house is kind of like, the intellectual bachelor pad. You can tell guys live there, what with the giant box coffee table. But he's got an old map from the early Nineteenth Century, with the U.S.S.R. clearly labeled. That's how you know he's smart. Their dog, Zeus, is exremely cute but he tries to bite your heels while you walk. I bet he's half heeler. We ate some tots, watched the Weather Channel for much too long. (Local forecasts won't interrupt Storm Stories, apparently.) I toured his room. At least the part I could walk on. Which was a small (and I mean tiny) path from the door to the desk chair. I was tired by 12:30 but somehow made it up until 4:30. The shoulder blades of a guy you barely know make quite the pillow. I was going to write about how hot my body gets when I sleep, but I can't think of a funny way to put it. Let's just say, I can be used as a space heater if kept under the proper blanket too long. I've lost my enthusiasm for writing today. This is all you get. |
| Tuesday, January 25th, 2005 | |
| 9:31 pm | Dear Bridget, LAYER ONE: Name: Diesel Anne Eby Birth place:Hahn, Germany Current Location: 496 Pheasant Run Circle Hair Color: brown Righty or Lefty: right LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE Your heritage: White. That's it. I'm white. Shoes you wore today: Pink boots that were chewed on by a black lab...but I still wore them. Your weakness: taht Your fears: deer and guns. Your perfect pizza: papa johns black olives, green peppers, and ham Goal you'd like to achieve: banging nick stahl (merely because his body is probably way nicer than wiliam h. macy's) LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW Your most overused phrase: can you not? Your thoughts when you first wake up: That was a fucked up dream. Your best physical feature: you tell me. Your bedtime: it's been 3 am lately, which sucks ass Your most missed memory: don't i still have it? LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK Pepsi or Coke: pepsi McDonald's or Burger King: mcdonalds Single or group dates: single. although who really goes on a date? Adidas or Nike: i don't give a shit. they're both overpriced. Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton, James Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla Cappuccino or coffee: cappuccino LAYER FIVE: DO YOU? Smoke: sadly, yes. but it's dwindling. Cuss: fuck. shit. bitch. Single: can i get a hell yeah? Take a shower: never Have a crush(es): oh, matt galati, when will you be mine? Think you've been in love: know. Want to get married: not now, quit rushing me! Believe in yourself: no. but Santa Claus? of course. Get motion sickness: one year on the Cobra I did. That was terrible. Think you're attractive: gettin' there. Think you're a health freak: i smoke. i like coffee and butter. no. Get along with your parents: yes, finally Like thunderstorms: yes LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH Drank alcohol: mmm... Gone on a date: i don't know. mike, was that a date? Gone to the mall: shit. i must have? what's today? oh yeah, definitely. been on stage: no Eaten an entire box of Oreo's: oh god, that sounds good... Eaten sushi: Gross! Idiot! Been dumped: no Gone skating: no Gone skinny dipping: no Stolen anything: refer to previous blurty LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER Played a game that required removal of clothing: twice. one was fun, one was not. Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: refer to previous blurty Been caught "doing something": yes, but then he joined in (that was a lie) Been called a tease: ask mr. marquess LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLDER Age you hope to be married: 21-90 Number of Children: 21-90 How do you want to die: i want to freeze to death. i heard it doesn't hurt because you fall asleep before you go. that's what nordling said at least, and that was a smart, smart man. What do you want to be when you grow up: rich What country would you most like to visit: can't decide. somewhere in western europe. LAYER NINE: IN A GUY/GAL Best eye color: green is pretty. but it doesn't really matter. Best hair color: don't care, although red heads creep me out. and really really blonde guys, like, with the blonde eyebrows. Height: tall Best first date location: these are shit questions Best first kiss location: on top of the moon tower Your "fantasy places": is that supposed to mean my vagina? LAYER TEN: IN THE NUMBERS Number of people I could trust with my life: all of you. except kara. i just don't trust that girl with anything, though. Number of CD's I own: never counted Number of piercings: i've had eight. i have three. Number of tattoos: NEVER!!! Number of times my name has appeared in the Newspaper: I was in the newspaper???? Awesome! Number of scars on my body: no big ones. probably about 10 or so from little scrapes. |
| 7:12 pm | ever notice how my subjects almost never have anything to do with my posts? this one doesn't either. I just discovered the Festival crepes. I don't know how long they've been there, nor do I care. All that I care about is the fact that they are there and they are delicious. And there wasn't a line. And they're semi-healthy. I got chicken salad with broccoli and raisins today. Next I'm going to try the vegetables with honey mustard sauce, which I already got a sample of thanks to Jessicka. Then, if I'm feeling adventurous, I might even go for the fresh fruit with chocolate and whipped cream. I am really, really happy. My hair is getting long, but I kind of like it at this stage. I don't want to let it grow out too much, but it's just getting to that length where I can pull it back and it looks good enough to go out in public. I never have anything to write about in here anymore. I guess I'm going home this weekend. My mom called me, like, four times today while I was in the shower and class. I called her back when I finally realized and all she said was, "Oh, hey baby. I was just checking to make sure you're coming home this weekend." I feel so bad for her, all her little ducklings are gone and I think she's kind of depressed. My mommy is my best friend (besides Sarah, duh) and I can't stand thinking of her all alone and bored all day long. Well, nothing happened today. I woke up, did some homework, took a shower, went to class. Then Festival. And now I'm writing this. Whoo hoo! |
| Monday, January 24th, 2005 | |
| 9:25 pm | I hope Mr. February is just as hot... I changed a light bulb whilst naked today. It was exhilirating. I propose we all do more things naked. Jerry was wrong, you should be able to do everyday household chores without your clothes on. Well, maybe not fry an egg. Or shovel snow. But what about folding laundry? or writing term papers? or making the bed? All of those things can and should be done nude. I also actually went to class today. It was just as boring as I predicted. Plus, to top it off, the grad student leading our discussion group is an exact replica of Milton from Office Space. Ugh, it's terrible. "So, s-s-so, w-w-what do you think, what do you think Madison meant in h-h-his address here?" and you can't even tell what he's saying because all his words are mumbled and stuck together. It's gonna be great. |