Another fun and exciting evening in the night of...me!
So, 'round fourish, I progressed to the house of Matt. Matt lives two houses down from Rob. There he and Danny and I hung out for a bit, playing basketball and the like (we are all rather white) and abusing Matt's siblings and such. Then we went to Taco Bell, were I telepathicaly ordered my ice water because I do not eat that crap. Yes, I called it crap, not Mexican Ass, like some people seem to think. Then we went to Danny's and watched part of Donnie Darko, which I find an amazing movie because it is about a skitzophrenic kid who sees this bunny....that's scary...::shiver::
Anyway, so then we went back to Matt's house, even though his mom had told us before that he wasn't allowed to have friends over because it was his sister's turn. But we went anyway, and played a rousing game of soccer, where Danny and Mikey and I totally rocked. After we started watching a movie, and were all comfortable and such, until some people just had to come in and ruin it, so that there were four of us squished on the bed. It wasn't as bad as I just made it sound.
Anyway, eventually, we got kicked out, so Danny and Rob and Elizabeth and I snuck to Robs house. But Steve and Shameas (can't spell, forgive me) found us. So we played Super Smash Bros. for a while, which we all know I love, and then we went back to Danny's house and watched their band..thing...srt of... play for a while. Really, it was just Danny playing hs guitar with Steve and Rob doing backup lyrics while Shameas was making duct tape wallets.
Then I got to drop everyone home, which was interesting, as it was raining, and the front seat was pitted against the back seat and we yelled things out the window and made it lighting and the like. And then I returned here, to home.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, thats all
yo ho
yo ho
a pirate's life for
~me
Saturday, May 01, 2004
Friday, April 30, 2004
More exciting news for all you "So Wierd" lovers out there. Okay, no, the show's not coming back or anything, but most definately I was frolicing about in the realm of the freakish tonight.
I was at Lyla's, and she has tarot cards, and we were bored (and not drunk, as I was there and her parents were home, and these things seem to put a damper on the drinking) so she decided to do tarot. I went first, and she predicted that I have problems making deciosions, I would need to choose between myself and someone else, I would never have love, etc, etc, etc. Then Dever went, and it told her that she was a liar, materialistic, and insecere, yada yada yada. Following this was Dan, who got results that told him he was really smart inside, only he wasn't good at showing it. Also, his acting like a dick (in the words of Lyla) was to cover up his indeciseiveness about something and if he made up his mind about romance, things would be a lot better. (and they say tarot isn't true!) But the weirdest thing was Julies....I can't go into detail, but let's just say she kept getting different cards that all represented the same thing, which was (in her eyes, anyeay) not a good thing. So, she's frekaing out, because if what it is telling her is true, she is in trouble. So Lyla's like, "Well, maybe its not real, go pick out a random card to indicate what this is really about" Whereupon, Julie totally picks out another one of those type cards. I saw it, and I figured what it meant, but Lyla wouldn't show it to Julie, who was crying in Dever's arms. And we all (but Julie) pass it around, and know what it means. Julie was yelling, "I wanna see it!" but I had the card and I picked up the rest ofthe deck on shuffled the card in there somewhere. The dan's like, "pick again, she'll get the same one, watch." I was like, "no, screw this," and I threw the cards down.
And the particular card landed face up in the center.
Creepy shit.
On a lighter note, I bought a new skirt today! it was 44 bucks at gap..........but its cute.
Tarot is oddly correct. But its probably one of those things that means whatever you want it to mean, right?
yeah.
yo ho
yo ho
a (psychic) pirate's life for
~me
I was at Lyla's, and she has tarot cards, and we were bored (and not drunk, as I was there and her parents were home, and these things seem to put a damper on the drinking) so she decided to do tarot. I went first, and she predicted that I have problems making deciosions, I would need to choose between myself and someone else, I would never have love, etc, etc, etc. Then Dever went, and it told her that she was a liar, materialistic, and insecere, yada yada yada. Following this was Dan, who got results that told him he was really smart inside, only he wasn't good at showing it. Also, his acting like a dick (in the words of Lyla) was to cover up his indeciseiveness about something and if he made up his mind about romance, things would be a lot better. (and they say tarot isn't true!) But the weirdest thing was Julies....I can't go into detail, but let's just say she kept getting different cards that all represented the same thing, which was (in her eyes, anyeay) not a good thing. So, she's frekaing out, because if what it is telling her is true, she is in trouble. So Lyla's like, "Well, maybe its not real, go pick out a random card to indicate what this is really about" Whereupon, Julie totally picks out another one of those type cards. I saw it, and I figured what it meant, but Lyla wouldn't show it to Julie, who was crying in Dever's arms. And we all (but Julie) pass it around, and know what it means. Julie was yelling, "I wanna see it!" but I had the card and I picked up the rest ofthe deck on shuffled the card in there somewhere. The dan's like, "pick again, she'll get the same one, watch." I was like, "no, screw this," and I threw the cards down.
And the particular card landed face up in the center.
Creepy shit.
On a lighter note, I bought a new skirt today! it was 44 bucks at gap..........but its cute.
Tarot is oddly correct. But its probably one of those things that means whatever you want it to mean, right?
yeah.
yo ho
yo ho
a (psychic) pirate's life for
~me
Wednesday, April 28, 2004
So, Ms. Carmondy told us this...interesting......story today. Actually, it was kinda cool, in that creepy de ja vu, sixth sence kind of way.
So, anyway, I am under the understanding that she is taking a short vacation next week. And I guess she didn't want to tell anyone until she left. Or like, irght before anyway. So, she hasn't told anyone...not even her son. Anyway, so she told us she had a dream last night about leaving. I guess she wasj ust like leaving and stuff, but you know how you have those realistic dreams where you think its really happening? Well, this was one of these. So, she woke up (late, might I add, which resulted in Smidtz teaching the first 20 minutes of my class) and didn't really think about it until she had to take her son to school. And she told us that after she started driving, he was like "so when were you going to tell me that you were going on vacation?" Andshe was like, "holy shit, how'd you find out, I haven't told anyone". Apperentaly, he had the same dream. Creeeeepy. But cool.
I have just returned (acabo de regresar) from my neighbour's house (de la casa de mis vecinos) where I was watching the new baby (donde estaba asistiendo al bebe nuevo). I was reminded of why I hate little children. They spit and they smell and they pull at your clothes. Then they wake up and cry. Repeat cycle. Yuck. Tres gross.
Mum force fead me steak. Now my stomache hurts. Retarded stomache.
The weekend.....is in three days...........
well, two and a half.........
thats sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo far away.
When is it summer?
yo ho
yo ho
a pirate's life for
~me
The video did not kill the radio star.
I did.
So, anyway, I am under the understanding that she is taking a short vacation next week. And I guess she didn't want to tell anyone until she left. Or like, irght before anyway. So, she hasn't told anyone...not even her son. Anyway, so she told us she had a dream last night about leaving. I guess she wasj ust like leaving and stuff, but you know how you have those realistic dreams where you think its really happening? Well, this was one of these. So, she woke up (late, might I add, which resulted in Smidtz teaching the first 20 minutes of my class) and didn't really think about it until she had to take her son to school. And she told us that after she started driving, he was like "so when were you going to tell me that you were going on vacation?" Andshe was like, "holy shit, how'd you find out, I haven't told anyone". Apperentaly, he had the same dream. Creeeeepy. But cool.
I have just returned (acabo de regresar) from my neighbour's house (de la casa de mis vecinos) where I was watching the new baby (donde estaba asistiendo al bebe nuevo). I was reminded of why I hate little children. They spit and they smell and they pull at your clothes. Then they wake up and cry. Repeat cycle. Yuck. Tres gross.
Mum force fead me steak. Now my stomache hurts. Retarded stomache.
The weekend.....is in three days...........
well, two and a half.........
thats sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo far away.
When is it summer?
yo ho
yo ho
a pirate's life for
~me
The video did not kill the radio star.
I did.
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
Did I fool ya?...
Mmmmmmmmmmmhm........oddnesses today.
So, I placed the CD caitlin made me into my computer, and chose to have it play songs at random. As I was listening, I noticed that it decided to play all four (yes, four) U2 songs in a row. I find that somehow odd. Maybe Im reading into it too much, but it seems oddly over-coincidental. Hmmm.....
I give and give and lay it all down now- look what I found...
So I was contemplating on how school is bad for you. Okay, so first they give you work. So then you do the work. Well, after a while, they start to give you lots of work. And you spend all your time doing it. So you sit there, on your lazy ass doing homework. Normally at the computer, too, cuz you might as well multi-task. But you can't like do homework and run, so its not like you can multi-task in a positive way. So then, worst of all, while you sit there, you need to do something else to distract you from the monotany of homework, so you eat. Its like human habit, to eat while sitting around. I reckon that way back in prehistoric days, people had very little time to sit around, and on the rare occasions they did, they ate, cuz its was all festive to have meals and such. Okay, so, fast forward to modern times, when people have lots of time, well maybe not spare time, but people today do a lot more sitting around, even if they are working on a coimputer or whatever. But the problem is, thanks to years of prehistoric..stuff...etched into our genetic coding, people eat habitually. So therefor, progress, while being okay, I suppose had lead inevitably to our decline as a healthy people.
But I can;t read between the things unseen...
Ugh. I have been bothering myself a lot lately. I have several theorums on this.
A) I am bipolar
B) I have multiple personalities
C) I have PMDD, which is some sort of permanent PMs syndrome thing
D) I am a freak of nature
E) All of the above
But I'm absolutely definate, absolutely positive, absolutely definately positively represantative...
ugh, I need to stop this conversation right now, because I am just getting myself into trouble knowing things I shouldn't knoe. but I'm not asking to knoe!!!!!!!! I am just getting told, and I don;t want to, need to, or ought to know...............
I have spanish homework to do.....
Did I fool ya?
yo ho
yo ho
a pirate's life for
~me
Mmmmmmmmmmmhm........oddnesses today.
So, I placed the CD caitlin made me into my computer, and chose to have it play songs at random. As I was listening, I noticed that it decided to play all four (yes, four) U2 songs in a row. I find that somehow odd. Maybe Im reading into it too much, but it seems oddly over-coincidental. Hmmm.....
I give and give and lay it all down now- look what I found...
So I was contemplating on how school is bad for you. Okay, so first they give you work. So then you do the work. Well, after a while, they start to give you lots of work. And you spend all your time doing it. So you sit there, on your lazy ass doing homework. Normally at the computer, too, cuz you might as well multi-task. But you can't like do homework and run, so its not like you can multi-task in a positive way. So then, worst of all, while you sit there, you need to do something else to distract you from the monotany of homework, so you eat. Its like human habit, to eat while sitting around. I reckon that way back in prehistoric days, people had very little time to sit around, and on the rare occasions they did, they ate, cuz its was all festive to have meals and such. Okay, so, fast forward to modern times, when people have lots of time, well maybe not spare time, but people today do a lot more sitting around, even if they are working on a coimputer or whatever. But the problem is, thanks to years of prehistoric..stuff...etched into our genetic coding, people eat habitually. So therefor, progress, while being okay, I suppose had lead inevitably to our decline as a healthy people.
But I can;t read between the things unseen...
Ugh. I have been bothering myself a lot lately. I have several theorums on this.
A) I am bipolar
B) I have multiple personalities
C) I have PMDD, which is some sort of permanent PMs syndrome thing
D) I am a freak of nature
E) All of the above
But I'm absolutely definate, absolutely positive, absolutely definately positively represantative...
ugh, I need to stop this conversation right now, because I am just getting myself into trouble knowing things I shouldn't knoe. but I'm not asking to knoe!!!!!!!! I am just getting told, and I don;t want to, need to, or ought to know...............
I have spanish homework to do.....
Did I fool ya?
yo ho
yo ho
a pirate's life for
~me
Monday, April 26, 2004
Sometimes I wonder why I bother thinking anymore.
First of all, no one cares, which is obviously demonstrated by others.
Second of all, half the time I have no idea what I am thinking, so I talk about stuff and later I'll be like "what was I smoking that day?"
Third of all, I hate myself for what I am turning myself into. Im not really sure what that is, but I hate it.
Fourth of all, I can't think half the time (you knoe, the other half, when I am not confused about what I am thinking) and especially right now, whilst I am on sinus medication, thats not working and, if possible, probably making my headache and face ache worse.
But still, when I do have thoughts, I really wish that if people don't care, they just wouldn't read about them. If I can think what I want and have free speech and all that, and you don't like what I think, no one is forcing you to hear it. The blog is kind of a "tune in as needed" thing. So just don't tune in.
Bye.
First of all, no one cares, which is obviously demonstrated by others.
Second of all, half the time I have no idea what I am thinking, so I talk about stuff and later I'll be like "what was I smoking that day?"
Third of all, I hate myself for what I am turning myself into. Im not really sure what that is, but I hate it.
Fourth of all, I can't think half the time (you knoe, the other half, when I am not confused about what I am thinking) and especially right now, whilst I am on sinus medication, thats not working and, if possible, probably making my headache and face ache worse.
But still, when I do have thoughts, I really wish that if people don't care, they just wouldn't read about them. If I can think what I want and have free speech and all that, and you don't like what I think, no one is forcing you to hear it. The blog is kind of a "tune in as needed" thing. So just don't tune in.
Bye.