I am getting thoroughly frustrated with keyboarding. Fortunately, we are now on word processing, which means me sitting here typing lots of things for long periods of time is much less suspicious looking. At the same token, I hate word processing, and I hate computers, and that's half the reason I haven't been on recently. That and the fact that the home computer is a friggin piece of crap, and I hate it, and it should die. I typed a really long entry yesterday, and my computer crashed while loading it, and even though blogger is now trying to lie to me and say that it published (though it won't show up on either this or steg's or liz's computer) I don't think it did. So I just republished it now, so, surprise, surprise, you lucky readers out there (which I learn there are a surprising many of) might just get two entries from me today!
I saw Liz's oppossums yesterday- they are cute in that rat-ferret hybrid way. She thinks she's going to have the Nature Centre name one "Joey" (the boy- it's her favourite, because it's mean to most people, but was nice to her...kind of like what? oh, yeah- her friggin bird.) and we were looking up random words in other languages to name the girl.
Speaking of naming things, I have officially named the new phone "Lawrence".
Twenty twenty twenty minutes to go...I need to be sedated...
That, right there my friends, was they keyboarding variation of the good 'ole Ramones song from the classic album "thanks for driving Vol. II"
My back is still killing me...stupid soccer. But I'm looking forward to a Cedar point trip on Monday, and perhaps Tuesday, too. My soccer coach and I were bonding over CP yesterday. It was great.
I've done enough work in this class today, I really wish they'd let me OUT.
Oh, yesterday, as I believe I mentioned in the post that never really existed, I went to the mall with Caitlin. While we were there, we thought we saw Spi, and we followed her for a bit, and called her name through the gallery like fools, and eventually discerned that it wasn't her. Well, just recently, here in class I, just for the hell of it, asked Katie if by any chance she went to the mall yesterday. She was like, "yeah, with Shannon," and so I was thinking, Oh, my God and I guess they went around the same time as us, too. So, sweet, it could have been a little OSBCTOY officers meeting at the mall (come on, Caitlin even got Harry Potter posters.) but instead we are foolish and don't notice things.
Soon I shall be progressing to the house of the Steg. I think we may go swimming, which will rock, because I pretty much haven't been swimming since the boycottation of Branch's house. Which was, in hindsight, a long time ago.
Anyway, I would just like to re-enforse my sorrow at being a horrid, stupid, jealous friend to some certain people. You guys didn't deserve my general rudeness that night almost a week ago, I had no right to go off the deep end, and mostly I was mad at myself for acting like a careless brat and the whatnot. If you hate me, I understand, I don't hate anyone right now- it's more like I'm avoiding people in order to keep myself from doing it again, it's more of a protection measure for you guys.
The weekend is coming, and we have Monday off of this class, and I'm excited. I have to figure out what I'm doing about the 4th- I recollect last year's excursion with british Rob, the psycho. I've decided that he's too much of a creepy wierdo to exist. He's so weird, he's not even cute anymore. Ew.
You can't use the tab key on this blog. How evil and un-keyboarding like.
Well, anyway, if anyone has weekend ideas, contact me, via Lawrence.
I'm a loser. Steg, Molly, and Michelle can vouch for this.
As Caitlin would leave it---> <3
yo ho
yo ho
a pirate's life for
~me
Friday, July 02, 2004
Thursday, July 01, 2004
Opposums and llamas and Ferrets, Oh my!
So, currently, Liz N. is babysitting an oppossum. I am supposed to go over and chill with her, and it, only she wasn't home when I stopped by (I think she may have been picking it up from the nature centre) and I have to go to soccer in an hour or so, and therefore, I might not be able to spend some quality time with the oppossum. This would make me v. sad.
While oppossums are rather exciting, I think the more interesting story is that of Elizabeth's cousin's boyfriend's neighbours. They have pet llamas (did you know that if you pronounce that word the spanish way, yamas, people haven't a clue in hell what you're talking about?) in their backyard. When LizN asked LizH about it, she was like "what colour?" and LizH said "one's black and the other's brown and creme mixed" and LizN was like "I knew it, they always come that way!" And I was kinda like...Liz...how do you know about the distribution of llamas? Like everyone's neighbours have llamas chillin in their backyard...
Then, all these queer animals kind of made me think of the time that I went with various people to Aribica and there saw a ferret. Who's name was Loki. Yes, people have odd pets. Chelsea's cousins (better known as the Gideons) have a chinchilla, which are really cute, soft fuzzy rodents. Who bathe in dirt. You know, come to think of it, David has one of those, too... And Jessy P has an albino snake (or she did anyway- I haven't talked to her in a long, long time). I've always wanted some form of reptillian. Just to creep out mother. Or one of those turantula things. All I have is a fish. Oh, and that dog, thing, Sparky, animal. And lots of geese that crap on my lawn.
So, today was fun, I want to the mall with Caitlin Anne, and she got these sweet pins from Hot Topic, and a poster, too. I feel the need to share with the world that these were not just any pins/poster, but HARRY POTTER ones! They're great- oh, and she got her licence. Not the picture, though- I had to drop her off so they could go get it.
I bathed yesterday, and much of the hair dye came out. It's rather unfortunate. The game yesterday sucked. My back went into spasms. It was bad.
So, whilst driving home, I decided that I am obsessed with knowing where roads end. I have to know where every road goes, where it starts and where it ends. I know the begining and end to: Hilliard (from just past Bradly on to Franklin in Lakewood, which I drove to get to Ed's), Center Ridge (which turns into Cleveland street in Elyria or Lorain or one of those, then stops at wooster in fairaview), columbia ( from the lake to just past Lorain) Walter (which is not far at all) etc, etc, etc. Then there's those roads that I only know one end of: Lake (which turns into E. Erie in Elyria, which I jsut learned of on Monday when I got slightly...disoriented on my way to Danny's), Walker (which I have never driven down any further than that Dairy Queen), Clauge ( how far past the highway does it go?) and others... Then, of course, are the awesome roads that change names (leer/nagel, W210/Wagar, Crocker/Basset). But the most mysterious and enigmatic of them all are those that I do not know the beggining of the end of- Which are Lorain and Detroit. Neither of which I would bother following, as I hate driving down both of them. But still... not that any of this has any relavence to life in any way, I was just thinking aobut it. For the mean time, I'll jsut keep driving...
In keyboarding today we started wrod processing, which is much better than regular keying (which I haven't technnically finished, shhh) because you can look at the keys as you do it and if you were really desperate, you could just put your name on someone else's paper and turn it in. Yes. Score.
Okay, I'm going to go wander off somewhere. don't miss me.
yo ho
yo ho
a (still convientenly absent) pirate's life for
~me
So, currently, Liz N. is babysitting an oppossum. I am supposed to go over and chill with her, and it, only she wasn't home when I stopped by (I think she may have been picking it up from the nature centre) and I have to go to soccer in an hour or so, and therefore, I might not be able to spend some quality time with the oppossum. This would make me v. sad.
While oppossums are rather exciting, I think the more interesting story is that of Elizabeth's cousin's boyfriend's neighbours. They have pet llamas (did you know that if you pronounce that word the spanish way, yamas, people haven't a clue in hell what you're talking about?) in their backyard. When LizN asked LizH about it, she was like "what colour?" and LizH said "one's black and the other's brown and creme mixed" and LizN was like "I knew it, they always come that way!" And I was kinda like...Liz...how do you know about the distribution of llamas? Like everyone's neighbours have llamas chillin in their backyard...
Then, all these queer animals kind of made me think of the time that I went with various people to Aribica and there saw a ferret. Who's name was Loki. Yes, people have odd pets. Chelsea's cousins (better known as the Gideons) have a chinchilla, which are really cute, soft fuzzy rodents. Who bathe in dirt. You know, come to think of it, David has one of those, too... And Jessy P has an albino snake (or she did anyway- I haven't talked to her in a long, long time). I've always wanted some form of reptillian. Just to creep out mother. Or one of those turantula things. All I have is a fish. Oh, and that dog, thing, Sparky, animal. And lots of geese that crap on my lawn.
So, today was fun, I want to the mall with Caitlin Anne, and she got these sweet pins from Hot Topic, and a poster, too. I feel the need to share with the world that these were not just any pins/poster, but HARRY POTTER ones! They're great- oh, and she got her licence. Not the picture, though- I had to drop her off so they could go get it.
I bathed yesterday, and much of the hair dye came out. It's rather unfortunate. The game yesterday sucked. My back went into spasms. It was bad.
So, whilst driving home, I decided that I am obsessed with knowing where roads end. I have to know where every road goes, where it starts and where it ends. I know the begining and end to: Hilliard (from just past Bradly on to Franklin in Lakewood, which I drove to get to Ed's), Center Ridge (which turns into Cleveland street in Elyria or Lorain or one of those, then stops at wooster in fairaview), columbia ( from the lake to just past Lorain) Walter (which is not far at all) etc, etc, etc. Then there's those roads that I only know one end of: Lake (which turns into E. Erie in Elyria, which I jsut learned of on Monday when I got slightly...disoriented on my way to Danny's), Walker (which I have never driven down any further than that Dairy Queen), Clauge ( how far past the highway does it go?) and others... Then, of course, are the awesome roads that change names (leer/nagel, W210/Wagar, Crocker/Basset). But the most mysterious and enigmatic of them all are those that I do not know the beggining of the end of- Which are Lorain and Detroit. Neither of which I would bother following, as I hate driving down both of them. But still... not that any of this has any relavence to life in any way, I was just thinking aobut it. For the mean time, I'll jsut keep driving...
In keyboarding today we started wrod processing, which is much better than regular keying (which I haven't technnically finished, shhh) because you can look at the keys as you do it and if you were really desperate, you could just put your name on someone else's paper and turn it in. Yes. Score.
Okay, I'm going to go wander off somewhere. don't miss me.
yo ho
yo ho
a (still convientenly absent) pirate's life for
~me
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Ow, I have reason to believe that I just smeared eyeliner all over my face. How lovely, I'm sure.
Anyway, today I kicked some major keyboarding arse. I seriously did like 700 lessons. Or just seven. And now I'm a whopping one day ahead. Whoo-fricken-hoo.
I think people are tired of me, as is demonstrated by the lack of shouting out in this blog. I think Elizabeth is the only one who really reads this anymore, which barely matters, as I see her everyday, so she knows what's going down. Well, not entirely, as I don't really tell her how I feel about stuff, because it makes me uncomfortable. Which is why I might have been avoiding certain...people. I didn't want to talk about my feelings, because a) they don't matter anyway, b) I already know what is going to be said, and c) having feelings seems to get me into an unprecedented amount of trouble lately.
Today I chilled with Steg and Corn Pads, as usual, who fully rock for listening to eveything that's going on and not hitting me upside the head for being so rediculously stupid at life. After falling asleep because I didn't feel well, then heading out to soccer (late, though no one notices me there, as I suck, and Eileen the eternal bitch coach hates me) (and that's not even a steg-worthy comment) Liz squared (which is both Hazel and Neroni, for those of you who don't know) hung out, and we went to see The Chronicles of Riddick, which was...interesting. It would have been nice to know that it was a sequal BEFORE seeing it. And the effects and random stuff in it were cool, but it had a retarded plot. Not really worth seeing, for those of you who might consider it.
Oh, and I did go to Shannon's today, because I felt the overwhelming need to clear up at least one misunderstanding in my life, but no one was home. It was a bummer, driving all the way to Cleveland for nothing at all. Which reminds me-Tricia took her driving test today, I need to ask her how she did. A bit late to call, however.
For anyone out there in the world who might be wondering, for the last few days, I have not specifically been mad at anyone. I suppose I kind of was, but I had no right to be, so then I got mad at myself for being stupid and for being mad at other people that didn't deserve it. And yes, there was a day or two there where I did truly feel the phrase "Fuck the World", but it had nothing to do with anything. It was my random, unfocused anger. My annoyance at persons. Mostly myself. I'd say disregard it, but I'm not retracting it, because that's how I really felt that day, and no, I don't feel that way now, but I'm not going to pretend it never happened. Deleting it from existance will not make it go away.
Someone's setting off fireworks. How fun!
Anyway, now that the loud noises and shiny objects are gone...I think it is obvious that my internet addiction kicked in full blow, so here I am, back again. I still think I'll keep it on the DL, but I can't stay away that well. And yes, my phone is back on, though not with me 24/7.
And if anyone still feels the need to discuss things with me or whatever, I'm here. Now. Unlike before. I'm no longer ignoring the world as punishment for myself.
It's late. I need sleep. I typed this thing without looking, and pretty quickly, too, for how long it is.
yo ho
yo ho
a (um) pirate's life for
~me
P.S. shoutout and make me feel special, because I'm an attention craving fiend like that.
Anyway, today I kicked some major keyboarding arse. I seriously did like 700 lessons. Or just seven. And now I'm a whopping one day ahead. Whoo-fricken-hoo.
I think people are tired of me, as is demonstrated by the lack of shouting out in this blog. I think Elizabeth is the only one who really reads this anymore, which barely matters, as I see her everyday, so she knows what's going down. Well, not entirely, as I don't really tell her how I feel about stuff, because it makes me uncomfortable. Which is why I might have been avoiding certain...people. I didn't want to talk about my feelings, because a) they don't matter anyway, b) I already know what is going to be said, and c) having feelings seems to get me into an unprecedented amount of trouble lately.
Today I chilled with Steg and Corn Pads, as usual, who fully rock for listening to eveything that's going on and not hitting me upside the head for being so rediculously stupid at life. After falling asleep because I didn't feel well, then heading out to soccer (late, though no one notices me there, as I suck, and Eileen the eternal bitch coach hates me) (and that's not even a steg-worthy comment) Liz squared (which is both Hazel and Neroni, for those of you who don't know) hung out, and we went to see The Chronicles of Riddick, which was...interesting. It would have been nice to know that it was a sequal BEFORE seeing it. And the effects and random stuff in it were cool, but it had a retarded plot. Not really worth seeing, for those of you who might consider it.
Oh, and I did go to Shannon's today, because I felt the overwhelming need to clear up at least one misunderstanding in my life, but no one was home. It was a bummer, driving all the way to Cleveland for nothing at all. Which reminds me-Tricia took her driving test today, I need to ask her how she did. A bit late to call, however.
For anyone out there in the world who might be wondering, for the last few days, I have not specifically been mad at anyone. I suppose I kind of was, but I had no right to be, so then I got mad at myself for being stupid and for being mad at other people that didn't deserve it. And yes, there was a day or two there where I did truly feel the phrase "Fuck the World", but it had nothing to do with anything. It was my random, unfocused anger. My annoyance at persons. Mostly myself. I'd say disregard it, but I'm not retracting it, because that's how I really felt that day, and no, I don't feel that way now, but I'm not going to pretend it never happened. Deleting it from existance will not make it go away.
Someone's setting off fireworks. How fun!
Anyway, now that the loud noises and shiny objects are gone...I think it is obvious that my internet addiction kicked in full blow, so here I am, back again. I still think I'll keep it on the DL, but I can't stay away that well. And yes, my phone is back on, though not with me 24/7.
And if anyone still feels the need to discuss things with me or whatever, I'm here. Now. Unlike before. I'm no longer ignoring the world as punishment for myself.
It's late. I need sleep. I typed this thing without looking, and pretty quickly, too, for how long it is.
yo ho
yo ho
a (um) pirate's life for
~me
P.S. shoutout and make me feel special, because I'm an attention craving fiend like that.
Monday, June 28, 2004
I'm suddenly doing much better, thanks for asking.
However, the boycottation shall continue. It really makes me feel better, knowing I'm staying out of trouble.
For those of you who care to know what I did today:
keyboarding, followed by a quick drive to sheffield lake to deliver Danny's phone back to him, only it wasn't so quick, as I got a bit lost off the highway exit, and somehow wound up in the ghetto of Lorain. During this drive, I spoke to Elizabeth, who so kindly informed me that Steve broke up with her. So, thanks to my epiphany of life yesterday, I was a considerate person and drove from Sheffield to Bay to get Malley Oh's, then back to her house. After some shopping, we returned here, and dyed my hair, which my mother just now so kindly criticised. (okay, yeah- black hair, black nail polish, over done black eyeliner, dog tags, combat boots....how does she get that I'm being to "hard-looking"?) (and the hair has red in it, by the way) and then Elizabeth and I spent a lot of time talking, and I feel better. A lot better.
Well, anyway if you need me, there are several options:
*post on these shoutouts, whereby I will respond to you in the same manner
*call me at my house, though I cannot garuntee that my retarded father will relay the message, nor that I will even be home
*send me a stamped letter explaning anything you want. Response will be returned in the same way, just becasue I haven't sent snail mail in the longest time.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I hate typing.
yo ho
yo ho
a (black) pirate's life for
~me
However, the boycottation shall continue. It really makes me feel better, knowing I'm staying out of trouble.
For those of you who care to know what I did today:
keyboarding, followed by a quick drive to sheffield lake to deliver Danny's phone back to him, only it wasn't so quick, as I got a bit lost off the highway exit, and somehow wound up in the ghetto of Lorain. During this drive, I spoke to Elizabeth, who so kindly informed me that Steve broke up with her. So, thanks to my epiphany of life yesterday, I was a considerate person and drove from Sheffield to Bay to get Malley Oh's, then back to her house. After some shopping, we returned here, and dyed my hair, which my mother just now so kindly criticised. (okay, yeah- black hair, black nail polish, over done black eyeliner, dog tags, combat boots....how does she get that I'm being to "hard-looking"?) (and the hair has red in it, by the way) and then Elizabeth and I spent a lot of time talking, and I feel better. A lot better.
Well, anyway if you need me, there are several options:
*post on these shoutouts, whereby I will respond to you in the same manner
*call me at my house, though I cannot garuntee that my retarded father will relay the message, nor that I will even be home
*send me a stamped letter explaning anything you want. Response will be returned in the same way, just becasue I haven't sent snail mail in the longest time.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I hate typing.
yo ho
yo ho
a (black) pirate's life for
~me
Amazing how, even if you haven't got any means of communication, thre are still ways to find people.
So close. You missed me.
The only right I have anymore is the right to remain silent.
I'm going to go buy things now.
If you want me, come and find me.
Roger that.
yo ho
yo ho
a (sneaky, elusive, enigmtic) pirate's life for
~me
So close. You missed me.
The only right I have anymore is the right to remain silent.
I'm going to go buy things now.
If you want me, come and find me.
Roger that.
yo ho
yo ho
a (sneaky, elusive, enigmtic) pirate's life for
~me