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I'm wearing glasses right now. Man, I hope the government doesn't accidentally launch heat-seeking missiles or anything. Cause, baby, I am HOT right now. In the sexy way, I mean. Oh, never mind.
I want to go outside right now, in the dark and cold, and lie in cold, wet grass. And then I want to watch stars while listening to music and thinking about all the good things I never have time to register during the day. And then I want a unicorn.
Is it wrong to eat whipped cream from the can? I don't think so.
Braid - Urbana's too dark. Download. It's good music to sleep to and write to and think to. I adore it.
Listening to "American Girl" by Tom Petty and "I think I need a new Heart" by the Magnetic Fields. Clinging to my good mood like a drowning man clutching driftwood. Eating a tangerine. I think that just about says it all.
If it wasn't for the Bloodhound Gang, I'd be able to see Everclear in concert. I hate the Bloodhound gang. I always have, always will. It's one of those delightful certainties about life.
Aujourdui a ete un bon jour. Les temps faisaient beau. Le vent soufflait, et le ciel etait bleu. J'etudie pour un examen de Francais maitenant. Voulez-vous un croissant? Je suis tres mal au francais, et je ne sais pas comment on met les accents quand on ecrit a l'ordinateur. Le francais ca est tres mal. Je suis italienne. Non, pardon, je suis Americaine. Non, pardon, je suis bete. Ah, c'est vrai.
Tomorrow I will be participating in a Day Without Weblogs because of World AIDS day. I think AIDs is a bad thing, and while I am aware of the controversy sure to be generated by my stance on it, I will stick to my beliefs. There will be no posts tomorrow. However, the school talent show is tomorrow. So I may just have to stay up until 12, when I will once again be allowed to blog.
I just slipped through death's Icy fingers to say hi, babe.
Okay, so this morning Erika and I went to Starbucks. It was great. We got a stack of beverage holders and made what we like to call "hot hats" out of them. You see, each beverage holder has the words "Careful, the beverage you are about to enjoy is extremely hot" written on it. We cross out the word "beverage" and replace it with the word "person." I wore my hat in the library. People stared, but in a good way I think. Here's a picture of mine.
My parents are away eating dinner with a Japanese ambassador. That means I don't get to go to karate. Oh well. In the spirit of this occasion, I present to you: Some japanese kanji written by me with translations next to the symbols in both english and hiragna. Enjoy.
Oh, man. I think I've sent people more than one copy of Rocketbox!. This isnot good, I apologize. Apparently I don't know how to use Outlook Express right.
nothing will affect my good mood. nothing. not even being beaten up in a dark alley. if i'm beaten up in a dark alley today, I'll simply shrug it off and say, "Oh well. I'm sure those guys didn't MEAN to hurt me." And I'd be wrong, but happy.
from "Evergleam" by Everclear
Survey:
I've been in bad moods recently. I'm over it. I really am. Tomorrow's going to be lovely.
Rocketbox! 5.
Am I weird, or does anyone else think stealing Christmas trees from a Christmas tree lot would be REALLY FUNNY? You could cut branches off, smuggle them about 30 feet away, and then glue them back together. that'd be great. Or, you get a huge group of people, and have them all help you shoplift...uh, I mean...take a ten-finger discount on a beautiful blue spruce. By the way, if you have less then ten fingers, can you still use that phrase? If you use the real number of fingers you have (say, 6), nobody gets the joke. And then you have to explain it to them. And that's not all that fun.
I'm good. Today was a nice day.
Thank you for that, Judah. I hope you feel better soon, being sick is no fun unless you stay home...or have someone to make you tea.
Fire, fire, fire, fire, wastepaper basket fire
It's so amazingly cold in this school. A nice fire in the wastebasket would make this building a lot more cheery, and warm.
Everything is okay now, I belive I've reached an understanding with Erin. I feel like jumping off a cliff...in a good way. :)
I love Special K.
Let's get one thing straight: I am not depressed right now. Not seriously. I will be fine. I'm just angry. I do not do this often, it's a rare occurence. You do not have to worry about me.
From Overwhelming by Everclear
Now, for some anger. Wait, lots of anger.
I hope it goes far, Judah. I truly, truly do. It would improve my day exactly 24%. Really, it would. I love you! And Jeff, of course. Wouldn't want anyone to feel left out.
Alex: Minnie Driver is pretty worthless. I will have a run at doing my weblog daily, we shall see how far it goes.
I'm fine. I really am. I'm playing with Paintshop Pro, and having a nice time. Tres bien.
Two things, Judah:
Jeff and Alex, sooooooo close, but no cigar. Had you stayed online until 0330 PST (0430 MST, 0530 CST, 0630 EST), you would have had a chance to talk the talk. That is because I was out with mes copains until approximately then. We were not getting drunk, but we did listen to an entire Paula Abdul record.
urbana's too dark
Final note: my favorite songs by Elliot Smith are "Coming Up Roses," "Say Yes," and "Wouldn't mama be proud"
Also note: "Urbana's too Dark" by Braid and "I'm Glowing and You're the Reason Why" (also by braid) are what I've been listening to lately. And a couple wonderful mp3s I got from Jeff.
Note: Becky, what is your favorite song by Bright Eyes? I am unable to decide.
Kudos and mad propz to Becky for listening to Bright Eyes, Elliot Smith, and most of all....Slow Motion (unedited) by Third Eye Blind. It's been on that sidebar of songs for quite some time, and it's gorgeous. Everyone must download it. I'd listen to it now, but (like I said) my nice, neutral mood could be changed oh-so-easily.
I'm in a state....
True, Jeff was up past 5 last night. I, past three. What, do you have some kind of life outside of the internet now? That would be unacceptable. Love us, Judah. Please?
This message it to Judah; Widga what the hell have you been doing? I have been online more this weekend than ever before, staying up until 5 a.m. on several occasions, and you don't even bother to come on? Don't give me that "important stuff" thing. I am sorry Judah, that was mean. I forgive you, and please forgive me. I shall now repent.
I went to a ballet tonight. It was....an experience. Kelly and I went to see Alicia dance her pretty little ballet-dancer dances. She's really good, graceful and fluttery like a badger (have you ever seen a badger dance? no? then shut the hell up.) I feel sorry for all the poor little boys who had to prance in their brightly colored apron-type-things. They must get beat up so often. Also, the Nutcracker Prince's tights were too white, and too tight. I learned more about male anatomy in those 2 hours than I ever wanted to know. And that's all.
What's that you say, Judah? Put on long rubber gloves and roll around in bleach naked? Okay!
Alex, Alex, Alex, you are not pale. I, on the other hand, am pale. Everything except my forearms is a shock-white, like I put on long rubber gloves and rolled around in bleach naked. DO NOT DO THE THING I JUST SAID, BLEACH BURNS!
I want a kilt. And pointed ears. I'd be like an Irish Elf-fairy or something. Wow. And that would make my life worthwhile.
I AM SO PALE. I AM NOT OKAY WITH THIS.
Jeff is better than root beer.
Everybody keeps telling me I'm going to be in Playboy when I grow up. I don't like it very much.
Oh, god. At the mall Kelly asked a nice foreign guy working at one of the food court places if she could take his picture. His response? "Okay, just don't put it in Playboy or anything." I love that guy, he was so cool.
You know, I'm in too good of a mood tonight to let certain people (Erin) bring me down. So I'm not giong to. Forget her, I'm aglow with love and happiness. And radiation from a nuclear meltdown I witnessed. Mmm. I think I grew an extra eye.
I'm back. Today was unbelievably fun. I have pictures. I have too many pictures. You do not have to view them all. Whatever.
I have a problem. I now posess velvet pants. I love them, they're soft. Unfortunately, they're TOO SOFT. I constantly find myself stroking various areas of my pants. And I have a feeling that looks a little strange. What should I do?
"Maybe he's lonely, maybe everyone else thinks he's an eccentric, maybe he's simply fundamentally unlikeable. Maybe, someday, someone will see through his coarse veneer and find the shining spot that is his tremendous love, his overwhelming romantic need."
I have been listening to a variety of booty-related rap songs tonight. The consensus, however, is clear: 100% of all rappers feel I should shake my butt.
Well, Judah, I (and Erika) like to think that the turkeys are part of a turkey-cult that commits ritual suicide every year. So they took our own lives, and we can enjoy their delicious flesh guilt-free. Mmmm. Guilt-free...like the way you feel after killing a man who was trying to get in front of you in the checkout line at a grocery store...uh, I mean...rape you. Yeah, that's the ticket.
I dunno what I like best about Thanksgiving, the way we all encourage each other to pig out one day a year or the fact that a shitload of turkeys danced the last dance with Mr. Axe.
Holy sweet goddamn...Is Braid's "Urbana is too dark" referring to Swifty's college town, Urbana Illinois? If so, Swifty's very cool because I love that song. I also love "I'm glowing and you're the reason why" by them.
I cannot and will not get over this picture. I mean, how adorable is that? I love that little girl I had my arm around. If their grandfather (who took the picture) hadn't been so nice, I would've taken and kept one of those little kids. Oh well, next time.
Today I went on a hike with my family and my dog. But, most importantly, my dog. I love my dog, she's like a human, except perfect.
Today I was going to call every one of my friends and tell them how much I love them, and appreciate their existence. But I never got around to it. Oh well. Christmas is a good time for that kind of thing too. And Halloween. And Mondays. And Wednesdays.
I'm not so sure about the actual song, but the feelings I feel when I listen to "Good Witch of the North" by Everclear are beautiful. Especially the part that contains these lyrics:
HAPPY THANKSGIVING.
I just went to the grocery store. There, I saw an issue of Maxim with an interview by Jon Stewart. As some of you may know, girls are not supposed to read or buy Maxim. But I do so want to read what that great man has to say. If you are male, and subscribe/buy Maxim, please. Tell me some of the funniest and wittiest things he said in the interview. I beg of thee.
I'm sorry If I've not replied to an e-mail of your recently. Tomorrow. Promise.
By "certain people in it"....well, they know who I'm talking about.
Today's been so great. I went to the mall with my grandparents (well, you know...) and did fun stuff with Erika. We just hung around Target and got photos developed (see below). Then I went to karate and had a thoroughly fun time kicking hard and learning how to punch one of those little bags like a boxer. Then I went on the internet for a long, long time. It was great.
Must....Redesign....soon. Arrrrrr.
Everyone on Team FUN! is so great. Joining Fun! was one of the smartest things I've ever done. Well, besides getting that tatto that says "Backstreet Boys 4 Life"...that would be the smartest.
I love Everclear. I don't care if they got poppy or mainstream, I will always love them.
Why are you so mad?
If you're on Rocketbox! and have received forward(s?) sent to all the members of the list, I apologize. Unfortunately, somebody on the list used the list of names at the top of the message to get enough people to forward a chainletter to. I hate chain letters, and this was an exceptionally stupid one. I've gotten it several times, and you know what? I do NOT enjoy the warm familiarity of those stupid words. In fact, I hate it, and hope to never read that particular forward again. I apologize again.
I'm suddenly in an awful mood. That means I have to go lie in bed and listen to music. Goodnight.
Rocketbox! 4. Join, you. I'm going to stop putting them on here, it's kind of a pain.
I've gotten an unusual number of search engine hits recently. I'm truly sorry for people who found my site through these searches, I'm quite sure this weblog contains nothing about "people who hate creed", "bitch photo ex revenge", or "origami sexy." Although I could be wrong.
Well, my grandparents have been here for about, oh...four hours. And the house already smells like cigarettes, everywhere. It's not good. And It's going to start getting on my nerves soon, probably Wendesday. On the other hand, I am now the "man of the house" and am the person who moves all the furniture and luggage. I kinda like it. It makes me want to grunt, and drink beer.
I can dig it.
Andy has a sexy new weblog. I'm so proud of my little baby, all grown up and blogging like us professionals. Sorry, I realize this is annoying and patronizing. I apologize.
My asian grandparents are visiting right now. They have come from California, bearing copious amounts of produce. I think they brought us a fresh fish. Why the hell do I need a fresh fish? We can buy fish here in Colorado. We really and truly can. They also brought lots of fruit, stange green grapefruit things. And mango. And a lot of unidentifiable Chinese things. Wow. My American grandparents never bring anything except candy, and I'm okay with that. Wow. I hope I'm not forced to eat any of this.
I'm linked to on the front page of Swifty's sexy new layout! Oh, kneel before me and marvel at my greatness. And Swifty's, too.
Happy Birthday, Swifty. I love you almost as much as I love root beer. And that's a whole lot.
Post post post. Oh, screw this. I'm going to sleep.
My nightshirt is itchy. I'm going to have to change it.
God, blogger is fucking up so much. I hate you blogger. What do you think you are? God or something? Screw you.
Leah is so great. She's not mentioned nearly enough on here, but she is. I just wish she'd stay on later at night to talk to me, like my darling Jeff does. This weekend has been so great, lots of Judah, lots of Leah, lots of Jeff. Wow.
Am I the only one who thinks Courier is really nice-looking? I love it.
Les terriers sont mes types favourites
Hallelujah! Today is November 19th-Day! The day when we convene to celebrate the glory of this particular date and eat the traditional foods, fish and peanut butter. Have you bought your November 19th-day presents for your neighbors and your hampster yet? No? Wel;, you'd better hurry! The stores are sure to be swamped! Well, I'm off to sing traditional November 19th-day carols door to door, Joyous November 19th-Day to you!
One of the coolest things about hanging out with Erika (and Alicia too) is that I can start randomly singing a phrase, like "Won't you take me to..." and she'll immediately finish it with "Funkytown." We never talk about the song, yet she instinctively knows what I'm talking about. We're a good team.
Yes, the two of you DO have a lot of influence over me. You could probably force me to kill someone, MAYBE force me to eat something really gross. But I'm sure you won't abuse your power, hmmm?
To Jeff: I will be online tonight. Stay up a little late for once, will ya? My AIM is Judah Nielsen . Other than that, you can always leave me a message here. We can use this as our own little message board, and Alex won't mind, because between the two of us we have a lot of influence over her.
I think I'm dying.
I am never ever leaving my room again. It's bad out there, and it's good in here. It's a world of hate out there. I can't talk to anyone right now. I will be fine in an hour. I hope.
"Technicolor Lover" by the New Radicals....it's one of the reasons why I bought technicolor.org...I'm listening to it now. It's a good song. Not my favorite, but still.
I liked "the New Radicals." They were a good band with nice music. It's too bad they broke up after their first album.
I was trying to think of the perfect music to start my day, and I have it. Cornershop, "When I was Born For the Seventh Time," all the way. It's so delightfully happy and funky.
Don't be melancholy, the Judah-beast is a fearsome untamed wild beast. He goes online when he chooses to, and he updates his site when he wants to. Which is usually not often enough for me. Don't try to control the Judah, just hope it doesn't tear you to shreds with its harsh and merciless claws of wit and sarcasm. Did that make any sense?
Alexandra, I am just checking if this works. And I am in a melancholy mood because I once again missed the opportunity to actually hold a conversation online with Dr. Judah last night.
Saturday night I'm going to stay up as late as I can. Maybe I won't sleep. I don't like sleeping, I always feel like I'm wasting time. I'm tired of dealing with my parents, I'm glad my dad is leaving for Nashville tomorrow. On the other hand, that means I'll be home alone with my mom, who will be stressing out about my grandparents visiting for Thanksgiving. That won't be fun.
Today Erika and I tried to do Free-soda Friday, but it didn't work out. Nobody seemed to want a nice, ice-cold soda on a freezing, snowing day. I wonder why. Durrrrr. In any case, we eventually gave the soda yo a girl named Laura who thought the whole idea was really funny. I think I can be friends with her, she has to be cool if she appreciates the randomness of Free-soda Friday. We went to the mall and just, basically, wasted time. I think I've had a good day, although I'm not exactly ecstatic right now. Maybe I should listen to happier music?
Alicia and I are going to rid the world of small-nosed people and start a new race of big-nosers by procreating with the likes of David Duchovny and Heath Ledger. Do you have a big nose? Do you want in on this exciting deal? Attend our next secret meeting! No, I'm not going to tell you where it is. Then it wouldn't be a secret, eh?
I have superhero pictures. You know, I don't look very happy in them. Strange. I was really really happy.
Rhys Ifans is so very...appealing. He was just on the Daily Show and, let me tell you, he has a welsh accent. Plus, he's Warh-ey, (Wiry) Erika and Alicia.
I can't get over how cool Jeff is. Really, it's ridiculous.
There is a nasty rumor that Everclear's album (Songs From an American Move Vol 2: Good Time For A Bad Attitude) came out today. It is not so, I will not be able to own it until the 21st. damn. I want it so much.
What? What??? How can it be less than perfect in California? I don't understand. It can't possibly be colder than it is here. There's a nice layer of pretty pretty snow covering a nice layer of dangerous dangerous ice.
For your information, kiddo, out in Sunny California right now it is freaking cold. Even at the beach. Really, the only thing that keeps the natives happy is reading your weblog.
"Pull My Hair" by Bright Eyes. Thanks to Swifty for recommending Bright Eyes to me. Swifty, you are a god among men. Or a man among Gods. I forget which.
Goodnight, things will be okay tomorrow.
Rocketbox! 3. Out now. Get your copy today. join.
Serious entry warning. You ahve been warned.
I need to listen to "the Smiths."
I'm scared. I don't know why. Today's been one of those days when my brain won't function and I feel like I'm going to vomit my heart up. I don't feel like I'm making people happy, and I honestly feel I'mmaking then UN-happy. I'm not sure why. That is why I'm going to go do some sit ups and hope things will be better tomorrow. For the first time in months, I don't know if it's going to be.
Imagine my joy when I woke up this morning to find a new text product from Judah waiting for me. Like a child at Christmastime, I eagerly clicked on the link. And, let me tell you, the reading of that text product was quite wonderful. It was like ice cream on the Santa Monica pier on a warm summer day as angelic seagulls circle overhead. Seriously. Go read it.
Ooh... seeing as how you are probably sound asleep in your little bed right now, I doubt very much that you'll get to read a new text product tonight. But maybe, if my mind doesn't desert me like last night, one will be waiting for you in the morning.
I love you.
You know, there's nothing I'd rather do than make people happy. I love it. And I sincerely believe I'd do about anything to make someone's problems go away. Some people do not appreciate how much I love them.
I'm a mess tonight. A certain friend (it's not you, Erika. Or Kristina.) has been giving me some...complications. And I'm not about to tell her what's bothering me for fear of hurting her.
50-50 odds? Come on. Don't you know me Judah? I never pay attention to what I'm doing. Of course I'd post your message. Did I ever tell you you're my daffodil of hope? You are. Like sunshine on a cloudy day...talkin' bout my girl..my girl! I mean, my Judah. oops. I shall look forward to a new text product tonight, hmmm? Or not, I understand. You have to save the world and stuff. I love you!
Hey punkin, I have serious writer's block tonight, so I thought I'd leave you a little note saying hi.
Have I mentioned that this is my favorite story by Kurt Vonnegut, ever? It is.
Today was boring. But I spent some quality time with my father and my mom returned home (from St. Louis, where she had a conference). I did some homework.
I have muscles pulled allthrough my right leg. I keep taking ibuprofen, but it doesn't help. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.
"Now, um, let me get this straight. They SAY a vote for Nader is a vote for Bush. So, uh, who do I vote for if I wanna vote for Nader?"
Rocketbox! 2 came out a day ago or something. If you like it, subscribe. If you don't, insult me. Please. It'll bring my vanity down a notch or two.
I'm so happy that http://www.basselope.org/bassblog.html linked to me. I love basselopes, and I love "Bloom County." I used to read it all the time, and I'd draw basselopes for fun. I was such a weird kid. That has, of course, completely changed. Oooh yeah. It's an interesting blog, go there.
Another idea Erika and I came up with tonight: Home Base Ken. Comes complete with breath mints, condoms, cheap roses/wine used to "get the chick in the mood." Says three phrases: "I love you, baby. Now, let's get it on." "Give it to me, you know you wanna." "C'mon, baby. Don't you love me?" We'll also make a "Home Base Ken Luv Shack" with features such as a fireplace, heart-shaped bed, shag carpeting, etc. He'll also have the "Home Base Ken Dream Car" with extra room in the back seat. We'll introduce new products every week, with commercials that tell little girls, "Hey, baby. Don't you love Home Base Ken? If you REALLY loved him, you'd buy _____new product_____ right now. Oooh yeah."
I had such a wonderful night. Erika and I saw "Meet the Parents" (yes, I've seen it before) and then got noodles. After, we went to Alicia's house and crashed her 8th grade brother's birthday party. First, Erika and I walked into the room and just went "hey," to people we didn't know. This one guy waved at us. We told them we were 8th graders from Centennial Middle School, but our cover was blown by a stupid kid whose brother we're friends with. Then, we changed the music they were playing (Eminem. Grrrr.) to 80s rap ("Baby Got Back," "Give it to me," "Funky Cold Medina," "Bust a move") and danced nonstop. I hate those 8th graders, they have no sense of humor. Erika and I were like , "Okay, who wants to dance with us?" and they all gave us evil looks. One was like, "Oh, that's SO mature." Some others were like, "Oh my god, like, are you, like, Danny (Alicia's brother)'s sister?" Here's a sample conversation the girls there were having:
Great Quote from Andy:
I am a member at antibox.net. Andy is pretty damn cool, I wish I had known him better when he lived around here. When I redesign, and add permanent links, he's gonna be on there. As are some other people.
I had a piano recital, and I have a karate tournament tomorrow. It should be fun. A small part of my day was good, due to my wonderful friends, but the majority of it was spent being pissed off. Seriously, seriously pissed off. I think I almost shoved this guy off the stairs by accident. He just wouldn't move. What was I supposed to do, be late to class? I had an orthodontist's appointment in which my orthodontist used the sensitive, soft under-jaw portion of my face to provide an ample grip when using the tooth-grinding-device. Then I had to listen and talk to the orthodontist-trainees talk about how much they like Celine Dion and Shania Twain. I had such incredible urges to strangle all of them, then collapse on the floor crying. Then Wendy's was only selling breakfast, and I HATE BREAKFAST FOODS. Except cereal, but I consider that an all-times food. Wow. But then I got to ride the bus with Erika and Lauren, and buy comic books. So it's all cool.
Judah, congratulations on purchasing "Pinkerton" by weezer. It is one of the best CDs I own. You will enjoy it. I love you.
I smell like clean laundry.
Oh, Dubbayu. I wish I wish I wish I could be with you, but you see... Frankly, you look an awful lot like your father, and it scares me to think you're going to age that way. But I am not all about looks. I seriously doubt you share the same appreciation for root beer that I do. It could never work out.
Alex, it's me, George Bush. I think we got off to a bad start, and I'd like to set things straight between us. First of all, I don't hate you, not even a little. You're sweet and pretty, and, oh, just great.
I have a karate tournament on Saturday. I believe I'm ready, I performed my kata relatively well in class and won both my sparring matches. On the other hand, I tripped three times while walking. I sure hope that doesn't happen. I enjoy kicking things. I sure do.
I'm very happy right now. I have a standardized test tomorrow, the pre-ACTs. I'm happy because not only will I get to find out where my stengths lay, I feel prepared despite not preparing at all. I did the practice problems, and they are ridiculously easy. Of course, this may just be another case of Alex-hubris, but we won't even consider that. Example:
we're not just kids, to say the least
I will try to organize my thoughts.
Arizona is on my list too now.
Attention:
Today I went downstairs and pulled out all the CDs that looked interesting....things I haven't listened to in a long time. It was a good idea. I have discovered/rediscovered "When I was born for the 7th time" by Cornershop, "Greatest Hits" by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, and "Mighty like a rose" by Elvis Costello. It's very nice music to do Literature homework to, it truly is. You will want to download "Good Shit" and I sleep on the left side" by Cornershop and "So like candy" and "How to be dumb" by Elvis Costello.
I will now explain to you, my loyal readers, how much my History class rules. It rules very very much. First, there's the fact that I love history. Second, there's the fact that my teacher and student teacher know much about Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, and other excellent movies. Thirdly, there's the fact that my student teacher used to manage the band Guster (They did "Barrel of a Gun" and "Airport Song"....not to mention the fact that they're opening for the Barenaked Ladies in concert), and has met David Bowie. Today, during class, he gave us a work day, pizza, and.....PLAYED THE PIXIES. (! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !) Turns out, he knew Black Francis back in College. That rocks so incredibly much. So much. I love the Pixies, love them love them love them.
It sure IS better, Adam. You are a songwriting genius. Everything is better if you replace it with "SMASH THEM ON YOUR HEAD!!!!!!!!" Try it. Start a political discussion, and interrupt it by going, "SMASH THEM ON YOUR HEAD!!!!!!!!" I should be on the debate team.
I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, diddleedeedee. There they are, standing in a row.
Oh, oh, oh. How tiresome it is being me, having to fulfill my daily obligations. Every single day I am expected to roll with my homies and thug it up...dear me, what's a girl to do?
My house is either burning hot and dry, or freezing cold and dry. It's hell for my contacts, either way.
I hate melotonin. It makes me so sleepy. It's supposed to, but I'm not supposed to be sleepy quite yet. I had such a hard karate class. It was fun until I had to clean the bathrooms. That was an unhappy moment.
judah: I still love you, even though you're a total ditz.
Today was so amazingly good. Nothing school-related has any right to be so much fun, but I had a great time. Especially on the bus ride home, where I got to talk to Butt-guy (who will now be known as "ASSMAN"...yes, like the seinfeld episode) and gave everyone (Erika, Lauren, Taylor (goth girl), Erin, Assman, and his friend) hugs. I love hugs. There's so much more to say, but none of you would understand it. Sorry.
The entry below was a dirty filthy lie.
Hey, me again, everyday teenager Alex. Did you see what Cathy was wearing today? Gross. I met a boy hisname's Cory! I wrote his name like 100 times on my binder. Then I wrote my name if we got married, but I don't know his last name so I just wrote Mrs. Cory a whole bunch of times. We're so in love he said "hi" and I knew it even though I haven't talked to him in three days.
I love people. They're the greatest invention since the mechanical pencil. Are they better than the mechanical pencil? I'm not sure. Something to think about, I guess.
I don't want to be a typical teenage girl. I don't want to gossip, I don't want to obsess about boys (although I'm completely happy to listen to or get excited about a friend's obsession), I don't want to be popular, I don't want to make people unhappy or get in fights with friends. I will never do any of that. And if I do, please. Tell me. And then shoot me.
An excerpt from an action movie I'm writing:
This and this make me believe in the American two-party political system again. The two parties being, of course, Republicans and Keanucrats.
Tonight I had this really great dream that someone I knew online was sending me a mix tape or CD. Wow, I wish stuff like that would happen in real life.
Judah, what's it like being 20? Does everything suddenly make sense? I bet it does. Tell me, oh Judah: what is the meaning of life? And what role do I play in it? You are my sage. Enlighten me.
I'm horribly disappointed with MADtv. I used to like it. It sucked like a litter of hungry puppies upon a mother dog today, however. Even SNL was better,, and I usually hate SNL too. Stupid TV. Why must you disappoint me so?
I had large, crazy amounts of fun today. I saw Charlie's Angels with Anne, Erika, Shannon, and Other Anne. It was an amazing movie, camerawork-wise and visually. The script was light and meaningless as....something light and meaningless. It was fun, though. One of the angels was named "Alex," which put me into a slightly glowy and rosy mood. Because they obviously based the character on me. (She's an astronaut horseback rider who can defuse bombs and shatter a cinder block with her forehead.....obviously me.) After the movie, we put leaves in Anne's hair and made her wear them around. And Erika was sneaky ad caused a water fountain to squirt water into my nose. That cause me to laugh. Laughing with water in my nose caused me to choke. And choking caused me to stagger around laughing, snorting, choking, and almost-walking-into-the-men's-bathroom. People stared a little. They always do.
I want to redesign technicolor.org so badly. And I want it to be Vegas themed, perhaps with two different layouts (one for Internet Explorer and one for either). Unfortunately, I'm finding it hard to find a good Vegas picture either one the internet or in a magazine (despite the fact that I am in possession of the ID Special Vegas Issue). I can't find anything that really captures the wonderful tackiness, sin, and glitz of Vegas. Vegas was so much better in the 70s and 80s, now it's family-friendly. Stupid families. They ruin everything.
testing...I think blogger is down again.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUDAH
I had more fun tonight than I've had in a long time. It was non-stop fun and happiness. I'm not sure how to describe the fun, it was more a specified Alex-Erika-Shannon-Kristina kind of humor. But it was good. I think we got Kristina over her fear of touching, since we chased her around and hugged her. Many many times. At Wendy's, I got french fries and a frosty. Sometimes the thought of eating healthily (or as healthily as you can eat at a fast food place) scares me. So much amusing stuff....I wish I could remember it. Shannon, Kristina, Erika: if you can think of anything, call me so I can post it here.
Tonight was amazing. More about that later. But for now, handwriting pictures and a picture from Homecoming. The stupid picture in which our pose made everyone else in line crack up.
the rain falls hard on a humdrum town
Today was Free Soda Friday. As always, I was forced to take all the embarassment and risks when giving the soda. Today I saw this guy with his backpack open playing with his Gameboy. (No, that was not a lurid metphor) So I walked up, put the soda in his backpack, and walked away. He didn't even notice. Then, 15 minutes later, he put his gameboy in right next to the soda and left. He DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT. What's up with that?
My life is confusing right now. On one hand, I'm unhappy. On the other hand, I have the swellest bunch of friends and the swellest dog, and the swellest handwriting. (see if you can figure out that Vonnegut reference.) We will ignore the unhappy part, and speak only of the good things. Kristina, you rock. And I'm glad you were online so I could complain to you. :: heartfelt tears and big bear hugs :: Anyway. I'm going to post this now, and update again in a minute. Tonight: Wendy's and a school play. WOOOO!
Judah, I'd have to go with "Foggy Bottom." It's a hard decision, as both rock. I like it more because it fits my current mood better. And: Virginia Reel Around the Fountain is gorgeous. It truly is. I love you, Judah!
I'm wearing tight jeans. I can barely get two hands in the pocket at once. I guess it's good that I don't carry a severed human hand around in my pocket, or else I wouldn't be able to keep my hands warm.
I downloaded the new Everclear song a few days ago....and just like Art says, it a lot more like Sparkle and Fade than their last album. I don't care what kindof stuff Everclear produces, I'll love them no matter what. I give unconditional love. Like dogs.
I like "Los Angeles" by Frank Black.
The guy sitting next to me is a terrorist. You can tell because he's obviously trying not to act like one. By pretending to be all innocent and "minding his own business," he's only reinforcing my suspicions. I bet he has a bomb in his backpack. Help. I'm going to try to take the guy down with my kung-fu action. Wish me luck.
When I get cold I get paranoid. I'm paranoid.
Today's been a good day. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because I only have two classes reamining and I have absolutely no homework at all. Maybe it's because I'm here listening to "Across the Sea," the latest song I've been obsessed with and drinking grape soda.
Oh, Judah! You melt my insides with that kind of flattery. I'm going to go put them in the freezer to see if I can re-solidify them. I love you, Judah! And I love GPN's new design. I have yet to tell you that. I like linear poetry too. And I think "Canned Oxygen" is my favorite song on the album. It makes me smile. And dance.
Actually Alex, when I watched five minutes of Dark Angel by accident, I couldn't shake the feeling that she reminded me of you. I think maybe they saw some of your pictures and said, "Yes, let's get a girl like that, except old enough to be sexy without causing all kinds of moral dilemmae."
Judah used lyrics from "Rock Candy Mountain" by the Halo Benders, in his post to FUN! last night. Judah rocks. I've been klistening to that song almost non-stop. Yay!
I like people.
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