||"Rock and Roll Fantasy" -Bad Company
1. Put your birth month in an entry.
2. Strike out anything that doesn't apply to you.
3. Bold the four that best apply to you.
4. Put all twelve months under a livejournal cut
Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious.
Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egoistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.
( 12 months in a year )
Actually, most all of them pretty much apply to me. I'm just cool like that. I only get like 6 things though, when you compare it to the likes of say November or something.
THEY'RE GONE! For those of you who didn't know... my fascist uncle and my germaphobe aunt came down from St. Louis for 3 days. They're leaving tomorrow morning, but I won't see them until my uncle gets to feeling guilty about not seeing his elderly mother and decides to come down again. They were better this time... as far as I know, they didn't make my mom feel like shit. I really really didn't like them for that. It was really my uncle, my mom's brother. He's mean.
The title of my entry today comes from my noticing that at about 5ish... all the really cute guys start to work at the Albertson's by my house. They come from nowhere. And they're really sweet. And talkative. So are the dudes at Cici's. Too bad they're all in college. And more than likely taken. Yea... totally just found out from Sarah that Cooper was a drug user. Among other things. Just like me to like the basket cases. But he's related to James Fenimore Cooper... idk if I said that or not. Well, if I did... you'll know it twice. So there.
Today was Danielle's birthday. She's 3 now. I asked my religion class to pray for our family because she turns 3 today... everyone who was in 8th grade with me remembered Mrs. Leger and history class... etc. etc. She's so awesome. She got ice cream alllll over herself... and she really doesn't like to get dirty. So she's all like "Get it off! Get it off!" So I run and get a paper towel and proceed to wipe her off. So I get to her face... the nastiest part and she looks at me and calmly says, "Don't touch me." Erm, excuse me... but didn't you just say... ? Yea. Thought so. She got oodles of Scooby-Doo/Carebear products. And some Veggie Tale paraphernalia. Which is a really cool word. And a guinea pig, for some strange reason. I have no idea why. His name is Tiger. He's red and white. He runs around like a stuck pig. In French, guinea pig is "cochon d'Inde." I'm assuming that that's because Guinea is somewhere around India. I don't know.
Oh yea... I forgot to properly complain about something my little brother recieved for his 12th birthday this past Tuesday. A PALM PILOT!!!!!!! He's 12 and he has a PALM PILOT! I wanted to KILL HIM. I don't want one... oh no. I seriously don't. I think they're a waste of gigabites. Or whatever they're called. I'd like 2 things: a laptop and a car. I've been asking for a laptop for about 3 years. Have I gotten one? Oh but no. I've gotten a useless MP3 player in lieu of a laptop. A jewelry armoire instead of a laptop. But not a laptop. No, that would be too easy. I know why I don't have one. They're expensive. I just find it ironic how my little brother can get something like the next time he gets a gift and I have to wait ever-so-patiently for 3 years. I even offered to like not get anything for Christmas. Oh, but no. Anyway... I thought I'd just be a little brat. :)
As Alida has already mentioned to you, we came up with baby names the other day. I will attempt to put them in a nice little list for you to read. Too bad I'm only having 3 kids. At the most. Watch me have like 5 or 6. I'm telling you, it's the air down here. When we first moved down here, we went to see the Lee's house because it was for sale. By looking at the things in their house, it's obvious they have several children. Well, we counted 12. My mom was floored. "Oh my... that's amazing!" And so, ever-so-quick of mind, I told her it was the air down here. Our realtor, Bevy, has like 6 kids. The Lee family has 12. So basically we moved from a place where 3 kids was pushing it to a place where 5 or 6 is average. No, I'm being facetious. It's not that bad down here. Juuuusst kidding. Anyway... onward and upward.
Raleigh Marie (Riley spelled how I say it), Maeve Christiane, Haiden Mae, Gabriella Blayre, Mary Adele, Amelia Clarice, and Anwen Elizabeth.
I also like Isabelle, Adelaide, Rae, Judd, and Jocelyn.
Dudes: (These aren't so great... I hadn't really thought about guys names until Alida asked me about them.)
Guyver Blaze, Aaron Gavin, Ewan Gregory, Madison Ryse (Reese spelled funny... Alida thinks it looks like Rice), and Rhys Shaughnessy (Shawn nuh say).
I also like Darcy, Dorian, Elijah, Tristian, Jace, Julian, Kieran, Yves, and Adrian.
By the looks of these names... if I don't marry someone from across the pond (ie: the United Kingdom)... they'll think I'm a freak. My kids will more than likely have gender conflicts, judging from my choices. Ha. I can see it all now.
"Mama, was I supposed to be a boy?"
"Why, no, Sweetie, what do you mean?"
"Well, you named me Judd. That's a boy's name."
"Erm... no it's not."
"Billy said so."
"He doesn't know. Go play with your dolls."
Yes... me having kids... that scares me soo much.
The Proclaimers are infinitesimally sexy! They're Scottish nerds! What's better!!?? I ask you. AHH... the brogue drives me crazy. I was just thinking about them talking. "When I g'oot... yea, I no I'mgonna be... I'mgonna be th' man who's gooin' oot with youu." And how they say "working" like "warlking" with the rolled r's. And I'm like "TAKE ME NOOOOWWW! YOU'RE SO AWESOME!!! AHHHH!!!!!" I'm tempted to give you the lyrics to their one-hit wonder "I'm Gonna be (500 miles)." But I'm not. I do have self-control, see?
This has to be the looonngest entry ever in the history of mankind. So I think I'm going to clean up my room now so Alida can sleep somewhere in the midst of it.