*Note* computers are gay, and because of that, the formatting is all messed up on the last post. However, I do not care to fix it, because this computer normally has but one good site visitation in it before self-combustion, and I am using it to make fun of Ohio.
This was Forwarded to me, and I find it rediculously funny, just because most of the stuff is a big yes.
*You don't really know any homosexuals, you just know that there are a
lot of them in Lakewood. -yeah caitlin. Well, actually ,thanks to crew, I do know a few, but yeah. Lakewood and the Pheonix cafe.
You know you don't really have an accent, the rest of the world does. -well, actually, ohio doesn't have an accent, because there were these totally random people walking behind us in New York, and they were talking about, well, talking, and they were saying how Ohio doesn't have an accent. Well, northern Ohio, anyway. Though I don't know about those begels.
You hear there are always famous people in town, but you have never seen one. -actually, no, I never even hear of famous people here.
You hate country music, don't know anyone that does like country music, and yet WGAR just won the music station of the year. -ewe, it did? Well, I actually do know people who like country. Queerdos.
You find it hard to believe that someone as cool as Tom Hanks made his start here. But you'd brag about it. -he did?
You take credit for Cedar Point even though it is 2 hours away. -well, duh! we have to have something to take credit for. Eye ::heart:: CP
You honestly believe that Cleveland is the best city in the world. -you know what? Can't say that I do...
The Tri-C jingle "students for life" scares the hell out of you. Tri-C scares me. And I live behind it.
You take Dead Man's Curve at 60 mph holding your breath. you know what? Sometimes I cut down to 50. And I only have driven it like three times.
You know about the Eastside/Westside rivalry, but don't really understand it -actually, yes. What is that about? All that I know is that I am a westsider, and Danny is an Eastsider, and he lives further west than I do, and probably wants to shoot me anyway for real. But we won't get into that, eh?
"Good Morning from the Buzzard Morning Zoo" is a jingle you'll never forget. -drawing a blank here. But I do know what the buzzard is, just not the jingle.
Your neighborhood schools went without sports because all the senior citizens refused to pass the levies. -private schooling. CYO baby!
You actually know how to pronounce Cuyahoga. -well, if I live there, then I must know.
You can tell Brook Park, Brooklyn, and Old Brooklyn apart. -only because I drive 480 a lot.
You see Christmas lights still up in July. -actually, I know people who still have them up. I mean, what's the point of taking them down if you're just going to put them back up?
You love BW-3, but have no clue what the heck weck is. -I'm not a big wing fan. And no, someone enlighten me, what is weck?
You find yourself singing "Garfield 1-2323" in the shower. -so? prove it, buster.
You're still dumbfounded by the Leaping Fountain in Tower City. -oh, man! I love that thing! Do they still have it? oh, that rocked- at christmas, with all those heinous decorations all over the place.
You have never ridden in a taxi. -have to! In New York, though. Did you know that Westlake has a taxi service? Who needs it? walk for crying out loud!
You wear shorts the first day of the year it isn't below 30 and snowing,
just because you can. -I look bad in shorts. Skirts however...
You have gotten 3 speeding tickets, and they are all from the mile long
stretch of a suburb named Lindale. -no tickets! Yet! But I do know about that stupid suburb, and drive slowly for like a minute. 80 on a freeway should not be illegal, I tell you!
You have no idea how exactly to get to the Flats, you just kind of end up on a bank and start partying. -actually, I do know how to get there. Conerts and the like. Oh, and I once nearly ended up there on a Saturday night after going to the library.
You really don't know what the Warehouse District is, you just know that
it's a great place to party. -Pretty much. What else do they talk about on KISS FM?
You know who the Jake really is. -"the Jake" owns the land behind my house, and is the reason for there now being a parking lot in my backyard.
You hate Baltimore and you have never been there. -they took the Browns, right? No, I don't particularly hate them.
St. Patty's Day is your number one holiday, and you aren't Irish. -First of all, I'm more of a Halloween person. Secondly, I could be Irish, I could be anything.
You're still relishing 1987 when we ALMOST made it to the Super Bowl.-yeah, wasn't born then. Plus, I don't care about football.
You counted down with the monument in Tower City to the exact second in 1999 when the Browns came back. -no, but I do remember the hype. Still not a football person. More of an Indians girl, myself.
You heard Bill Clinton and Drew Carey love Parma Pierogies, but you have yet to ever eat there. -no, I've never heard that, no I've never eaten there, and no, I don;t like piorgies.
You know Tower City isn't a city at all. -Well, what did you think it was?
You're Polish. could be anything. Komo is decended from Polish royalty, though, as she liked to constantly remind us.
Stories of Little Italy still send chills down your spine -Elizabeth has many of those stories, as her grandparents live in the Itallian Ghetto! and I've been to Little Italy in NY, and it was fun, and had pretty and fanciful lights. I've never been to Cleveland's though.
At least half of your wardrobe is Tribe apparel. -truthfully, it once was, but is no longer. I think I own more Arizona Diamondbacks shirts now.
Comedian Jeff Foxworthy on Ohio: You may be from Ohio (pronounced ah-hi-uh) if:
a..You think all Pro football teams are supposed to wear orange! -omg! did you know the cavs changed their colours? And that they are the cavaliers now? Cuz I so missed that memo until like two days ago.
b.. You know all the 4 seasons: winter, still winter, almost winter, and construction. That is such a lie. It's almost winter, winter, orange-barrel-uselessly-standing-out-waiting-to-be-taken, construction. God. Get it right.
c. You live less than 30 miles from some college or university. -like I said. Right in my own backyard.
d.. You know what a buckeye really is, and have a recipe for candy ones. -omg! Cornelius once made me an awesome buckeye with lots of sugary peanut butter and I ate it, and it was yummy and Ms. Carmody made fun of me.
e.. "Toward the lake" means "north" and "toward the river" means south.-the lake like magnetically attracts me, okay? More accurate than a compass, unless of course you're driving in Avon lake, and everywhere but south is towards the lake, and then you get confused.
f. You know if other Ohioans are from southern or northern Ohio as soon as they open their mouths. -damn you Cincy people. ::cough:: DEVER ::cough::
g.. You can spell words like Cuyahoga, Olentangy, Bellefontaine, Tuscarawas, Wapakoneta and you know which letter is doubled in
Cincinnati. -hey. Not all of those. Whats Wapakoneta? Although it doesn't seem difficult to spell. Are they trying to tell us that we are all decended from the Cuyahoga indians?
h.. "Vacation" means spending a day at Cedar Point in the summer and deer hunting in the fall. -I resent that. Deer hunting is no fun. and you can still go to Cedar Point in the fall.
i.. You measure distance in minutes. -um, so?
j. Your school classes were canceled because of cold. -I love when that happens!!! like last year, when I called Elizabeth at like 7:30 in the morning, and we hung out until like 11:00 becasue the next day was St. Paddy's, and so it was AWESOME.
k.. Your school classes were canceled because of heat. -once in sixth grade our boiler at St. B's was broked. That almost counts, right?
l.. You've had to switch from "heat" to "A/C" in the same day. -no, only because I don't like heat. But Elizabeth messes up my car.
m.. You know what should be knee-high by the Fourth of July. -what? Corn? Yeah, I'm not allowed to sell that anymore.
n.. You end your sentences with an unnecessary preposition. Example: "Where's my coat at?" -excuse me, I am finely tuned in proper grammar. Do not mess with me.
o. You install security lights on your house and garage and leave both un-locked. -are you kidding? My "father" is a fucking paranoid psycho, and therefore he has been known to lock me out of the house.
p.. You think of the major four food groups as beef, pork, beer, and Jell-O salad with marshmallows. -oh...oh, god. Are you trying to kill me? They are: tuna, fruit, veggies, and ice cream, as Elizabeth full well knows.
q.. You carry jumper cables in your car. -yeah. My Easter Gift. Jumper cables. Sweet.
r.. You know what 'pop' is. -soda. But soda is for baking. Pop is for drinking.
s.. You design your kid's Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit. dude, I have this mouse costume that I can practically still fit in, my mother made it so big.
t.. Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow. -I suppose that's true.
u.. You think sexy lingerie is tube socks and a flannel nightgown. -okay, I am not that much of a hick. Who wears tube socks anymore anyway?
v.. The local paper covers national and international headlines on one
page but requires 6 pages for sports. -the sports section is much closer to 12 pages.
So, yes. That's Ohio. No corn selling for me today, cuz Liz sort of got me fired. Time to find a real job.
yo ho
yo ho
a (Ohioan, no not really) pirate's life for
~me
Saturday, August 07, 2004
Friday, August 06, 2004
Guilty by Association They point the finger at me again
AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Projekt Revolution rocked!!!! SO much fun.
It all started by me wandering along the path from the parked cars and stumbling upon a Thursday pin. Then we hiked about a mile, and we got there and figured out we had just missed The Used, which made us sad. (Elizabeth and me, in case you were wondering)
mrrr, I just spent twenty minutes playing hide and seek with a cat. more on that later.
Okay, so basically no one was playing for a while, and we were bummed because we figured out the concert started at two and we missed Less than Jake, too. Plus we couldn't figure out where in the hell the second stage was, but in the end we realized that the sencond stage was done by six, and we got there at five, and wasted some time talking to Cornelius and waiting in line to buy a shirt for ourselves and Rob. (exept, I got a poster cause I was cheap and we didn't get Rob anything because the only linkin park shirt they had came in XL only) Then we wandered a bit while the Snoop of the Dogg came on. He was actually entertaining, I didn't mind it so much. Then this drunk guy started following Elizabeth, and it was creepy. Really really creepy. So I was like, "Elizabeth, come help me throw out my drink" and then he kept following us, so we dodged behind the pizza pagoda and hightailed it out of there.
Then we kept wandering, until Snoop was offizzle, and cornelius calledizzle. (I'm done)(izzle) and we found her far up front and slightly to the right of the stage. (from our point of view) and we hung out with her, until KO::backwards R::N came on. Yeah, no fun. It was funny to watch all the Linkin Park people at that time, because they (like us) just kind of stood there with their arms crossed, with looks like, "when is this hell over" on thier faces. But a huge mosh pit started next to us on our right, and the guys were like loco (well, they were all really drunk, too) and so we got moved to the left by the expanding pit (which started off right next to us, keeping us on the edges of it at all times- and I was standing closest to it, which means "watch out") so we were centred on the stage, so that was positive. It also pushed us away from the forty year olds behind us that were sniffing crack. Like, we caught them in action. And they kept twitching their noses, and cornelius and I would laugh.
Well, anyway, after KO ::backwards R:: N did a little power anthem, and people broke out their lighters to wave in the air (and then light their bong) and proclaimed prooudly that they dont need no education, we were freed from the weirdest of people. It's odd, most people who like KO ::backwards R:: N like Linkin Park, but the Linkin Park people don't like KO ::backwards R:: N. Like me.
So Linkin Park came on, and they rocked, and it was fun jumping like obnoxious teenagers, and then there was this guy in front of us (and sort of next to us, too, it depened on how the mosh pit was going) started singing with us, and when "Runaway" came on, and we all pointed to me during the "guilty by association" line came on, that guy pointed at me, too, and I felt really marginalised. Really.
Then the concert was over, and we had to follow Mr. Hazel home, which was stupid, because then I couldn't drive eighty home, so it took us almost forty minutes, and because there was just no point, excepting so that we were allowed to go by Elizabeth's mother and my father.
And, yeah! Then I remembered I had to walk the animals and other various activities, so at like 1:30 in the morning I came over, and I wrote Lauren a note about how Linkin Park (one of her favourites- she couldn't go to the concert b/c there are bad words- and let me tell you "Fuck this" is a fun fun song to sing) did a Nine Inch Nails cover (another one of her all time favourites) and how we saw those forty year olds sniffing. Yes.
Then I came back over here this morning, and that's where I am now, I've been here since 9:45, and I had to play hide and go seek with ashley (el gato) because somehow he (yes, he) locked himself in the bathroom, which I don't understand, cuz I didn't go in there last night, and when I left he was eating, and the door was closed. But I heard the poor thing meowing like a fiend. So, yes.
And now it's time for PACT. I just wanted to write about the *AWESOME* concert that left me with the smell of weed in my nose and a ringing head (the weed is gone now, but the ears are still ringing- that's why it was hard to find ashley, I can't hear properly) and the blissful (um) lyrics of My Chemical Romance in my head.
Hey, it was a long drive home, okay? Just because we didn't listen to LP on the way home, we are not losers.
yo ho
yo ho
a (tone AND sound deaf) pirate's life for
~me
AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Projekt Revolution rocked!!!! SO much fun.
It all started by me wandering along the path from the parked cars and stumbling upon a Thursday pin. Then we hiked about a mile, and we got there and figured out we had just missed The Used, which made us sad. (Elizabeth and me, in case you were wondering)
mrrr, I just spent twenty minutes playing hide and seek with a cat. more on that later.
Okay, so basically no one was playing for a while, and we were bummed because we figured out the concert started at two and we missed Less than Jake, too. Plus we couldn't figure out where in the hell the second stage was, but in the end we realized that the sencond stage was done by six, and we got there at five, and wasted some time talking to Cornelius and waiting in line to buy a shirt for ourselves and Rob. (exept, I got a poster cause I was cheap and we didn't get Rob anything because the only linkin park shirt they had came in XL only) Then we wandered a bit while the Snoop of the Dogg came on. He was actually entertaining, I didn't mind it so much. Then this drunk guy started following Elizabeth, and it was creepy. Really really creepy. So I was like, "Elizabeth, come help me throw out my drink" and then he kept following us, so we dodged behind the pizza pagoda and hightailed it out of there.
Then we kept wandering, until Snoop was offizzle, and cornelius calledizzle. (I'm done)(izzle) and we found her far up front and slightly to the right of the stage. (from our point of view) and we hung out with her, until KO::backwards R::N came on. Yeah, no fun. It was funny to watch all the Linkin Park people at that time, because they (like us) just kind of stood there with their arms crossed, with looks like, "when is this hell over" on thier faces. But a huge mosh pit started next to us on our right, and the guys were like loco (well, they were all really drunk, too) and so we got moved to the left by the expanding pit (which started off right next to us, keeping us on the edges of it at all times- and I was standing closest to it, which means "watch out") so we were centred on the stage, so that was positive. It also pushed us away from the forty year olds behind us that were sniffing crack. Like, we caught them in action. And they kept twitching their noses, and cornelius and I would laugh.
Well, anyway, after KO ::backwards R:: N did a little power anthem, and people broke out their lighters to wave in the air (and then light their bong) and proclaimed prooudly that they dont need no education, we were freed from the weirdest of people. It's odd, most people who like KO ::backwards R:: N like Linkin Park, but the Linkin Park people don't like KO ::backwards R:: N. Like me.
So Linkin Park came on, and they rocked, and it was fun jumping like obnoxious teenagers, and then there was this guy in front of us (and sort of next to us, too, it depened on how the mosh pit was going) started singing with us, and when "Runaway" came on, and we all pointed to me during the "guilty by association" line came on, that guy pointed at me, too, and I felt really marginalised. Really.
Then the concert was over, and we had to follow Mr. Hazel home, which was stupid, because then I couldn't drive eighty home, so it took us almost forty minutes, and because there was just no point, excepting so that we were allowed to go by Elizabeth's mother and my father.
And, yeah! Then I remembered I had to walk the animals and other various activities, so at like 1:30 in the morning I came over, and I wrote Lauren a note about how Linkin Park (one of her favourites- she couldn't go to the concert b/c there are bad words- and let me tell you "Fuck this" is a fun fun song to sing) did a Nine Inch Nails cover (another one of her all time favourites) and how we saw those forty year olds sniffing. Yes.
Then I came back over here this morning, and that's where I am now, I've been here since 9:45, and I had to play hide and go seek with ashley (el gato) because somehow he (yes, he) locked himself in the bathroom, which I don't understand, cuz I didn't go in there last night, and when I left he was eating, and the door was closed. But I heard the poor thing meowing like a fiend. So, yes.
And now it's time for PACT. I just wanted to write about the *AWESOME* concert that left me with the smell of weed in my nose and a ringing head (the weed is gone now, but the ears are still ringing- that's why it was hard to find ashley, I can't hear properly) and the blissful (um) lyrics of My Chemical Romance in my head.
Hey, it was a long drive home, okay? Just because we didn't listen to LP on the way home, we are not losers.
yo ho
yo ho
a (tone AND sound deaf) pirate's life for
~me
Thursday, August 05, 2004
Okay, here we are.
I'm going to keep it short- I just had to get some stuff said before I leave for Projekt revolution!!!
First of all, someone out there is a tad bit peeved at me. And I am in trouble because someone else (cough, dever, cough) said some really stupid mean things. And because I was just there, and unable to make some explanations, someone to whom these comments were directed assumed I took her side. Well, I don't, and I've yelled at her on numerous occasions for saying these things, and she knows it was wrong. And the judging people thing? Yeah, it was an inside joke that ended up being unfortuitously timed. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, and I hope we're still friends, because I never considered it otherwise, but I also understand how miscommunication messed things up.
Dever on the other hand- you're stupid girl.
Yesterday I spent the whole day with Dever. We were supposed to go to Cedar Point, but her mother would not allow us to. I spent a lot of time yesterday yelling at her for getting me mixed into a fight that is not mine and also we did a lot of illegal music burning. There was also a trip to hell (aka target) to visit god (aka rob) and then eventually we figured out elizabeth was home and so we went to hang out with her and do more such illegal burning activities. So yes, Dever and I, our friendship is cool, but no, I'm not on her side of the argument, because what she said was most definately stupid.
My grandpa died last night around eight. So now I must venture to the stupid funeral home. I hate them, they are so boring. And it's not like I need to do anything. It's just because I am the only one in this family left that hasn't completely lost her head that I have to go with mum.
I must clothe myself, then leave. Amen to typing class, that allowed me to get this apology sort of thing written quickly.
On the other hand, fuck my computer, which would not let me sign on for twenty-seven minutes.
yo ho
yo ho
a pirate's life for
~me
I'm going to keep it short- I just had to get some stuff said before I leave for Projekt revolution!!!
First of all, someone out there is a tad bit peeved at me. And I am in trouble because someone else (cough, dever, cough) said some really stupid mean things. And because I was just there, and unable to make some explanations, someone to whom these comments were directed assumed I took her side. Well, I don't, and I've yelled at her on numerous occasions for saying these things, and she knows it was wrong. And the judging people thing? Yeah, it was an inside joke that ended up being unfortuitously timed. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, and I hope we're still friends, because I never considered it otherwise, but I also understand how miscommunication messed things up.
Dever on the other hand- you're stupid girl.
Yesterday I spent the whole day with Dever. We were supposed to go to Cedar Point, but her mother would not allow us to. I spent a lot of time yesterday yelling at her for getting me mixed into a fight that is not mine and also we did a lot of illegal music burning. There was also a trip to hell (aka target) to visit god (aka rob) and then eventually we figured out elizabeth was home and so we went to hang out with her and do more such illegal burning activities. So yes, Dever and I, our friendship is cool, but no, I'm not on her side of the argument, because what she said was most definately stupid.
My grandpa died last night around eight. So now I must venture to the stupid funeral home. I hate them, they are so boring. And it's not like I need to do anything. It's just because I am the only one in this family left that hasn't completely lost her head that I have to go with mum.
I must clothe myself, then leave. Amen to typing class, that allowed me to get this apology sort of thing written quickly.
On the other hand, fuck my computer, which would not let me sign on for twenty-seven minutes.
yo ho
yo ho
a pirate's life for
~me
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
haha, I tricked it into working! *(15 minutes later)
So yeah, AOL= GayOL and I hate it. It has proceeded to not work properly, kick me off, then not allowed me to sign back on, even though I restarted the whole computer. On top of that, Lawrence ran out of battery, and due to my lack of intelligence, I have no home charger for him, and therefore he will not have any battery until my drive to Cedar Point tomorrow, which will hopefully be long enough to completely charge it. Oh, and yeah, father has been on the phone all day since my grandpa's like dying or something, so I couldn't use my home phone. Not to mention my Aunt and Uncle were here, and I was on the phone yesterday for like ever, and mum yelled at me. So basically, I'm living in the stone age over here, and it's bad b/c now I actually need the phone to call people, and I don't have it. And I'm typing this on Word to copy and paste because last time I tried typing it in the actual bloge window, the computer crashed, not to mention would not allow me to use the return feature of the enter key, so all my paragraphs were separated by huge amounts of spaces. And oh, yeah, the one thing that did work, AIM, overloaded b/c I had so many IMs going.
Alright. I think I'm done with my "I hate modern technology" thing.
I could move on to the "I hate immature people and people who get me involved in things that I was much happier not being involved in" thing. But Dever has learned to bite her tongue, and therefore, I will, too. Just because I know that somehow, no matter what I say or do will be twisted into some awfulness. Because that is how things go. I've accepted it. Okay. So, thanks for Colleen for listening to things you don't even know about, and thanks for Dever for being an awesome informant (even though it's your fault I'm in trouble, I still like you) and thanks for nothing to Elizabeth who chose the WORST possible time EVER to leave for vacay. I jest.
Caitlin, if you're reading this- I got your message, and needless to say, I can't go tomorrow. I checked the V-mail too late to call you back, and then I expected you to be at crew, but you weren't, then Lawrence died (see above) and so. Right.
Well, about crew- yes, we've been working our asses off (literally- there's this fun new railing to slide down that's like ten feet long, and it absolutely KILLS my arse) to get everything moved. Yesterday we moved every single prop item forthward to the new PAC, and I pushed people on trolleys and the whatnot, and it was fun. Then today we didn't do much, but Cornelius and I organised the planks, so our personal space upstairs is evolving nicely.
Last night I saw the Village. At first, I thought it was stupid, but then I thought about it, and it really wasn't, it was just not what you expected it to be. It was really good, but not scary. Dever was practically crying at one part (for sadness, not fear) but then we figured out that the guy wasn't dead, and she was happy. We spent a lot of time being random and I kept trying to take Dan's shoes. I didn't get them, though. And Dever and Rory and I all bought stars cuz we're cool. Then after the three mentioned people (Rob and Danny and Amber went, too, but just to the movie) and myself went to get Taco Bell (even though it makes me ill) and then to the Promenade, where Dever and I had a long talk and worked things out. And she made some decisions, which is how we come back to the "Stef's in trouble for just being there" thing. But we're pretending that that does not exist right now, because I like running from my problems.
In addition, I was supposed to see Corey today, but I was in a totally bad mood, and I didn't want to ruin his time, and I had stuff to work out, so I didn't go. But I have his address, so I'm thinking that one random day I'll just show up.
In the past few days I have played kickball, which was fun, besides when I like jumped on the ball, and fell, and hurt myself, even though because of my hellish soccer camp last week, I have shin splints major bad, and therefore was already hurt. Also Dever, Rob, and I went to see Elizabeth's championship game and then hung out after and that was fun, too, since I have spent v. little time this summer just hanging out with friends. It seems like everything I do has a specific purpose. It's annoying. And tomorrow, I'm going to Cedar Point with Dever. We're not being forced to bring her brother with us, so we're going to go by ourselves and just ride the stupid rides, because Dever is afraid of all the good ones. Maybe I can talk her into the magnum. Or maybe we'll just find hot guys to hang out with. You know, whatever floats our boats. And then, of course, Thursday is Projekt Revolution!!! I'm going with Elizabeth, and we shall meet Cornelius up there, and it shall be splendiferizzle.
See, even though I had a bad day, I refuse to allow it to own me. Eat that.
Tonight Lauren and I had a bonfire, then went to Dairy Queen and saw Amanda. Lauren shall be starting High School this year. I taught her all about drugs, and what their side effects and withdrawal symptoms are. I think this is v. important knowledge for any incoming frosh. Especially at a LUTHERN school. Right Tricia?
So yeah, that's my life in a nutshell. Or at least, the portions of my life that anyone can read about. I decided (the night I talked to Dever) that if I were more open and honest about things, my life would probably bother me a whole lot less. Unfortunately, that's not going to happen any day soon. If you want to know what's going on, call me.
Oh, wait. That won't work.
Right, also, I'm kind of upset. Not upset, but like, almost annoyed. Because my grandpa is messed up- he fell and broke his hip, and they aren't sure he's "going to make it". And I'm annoyed because my parents can't seem to figure out that he's old, and that's what old people do- they die. And yeah, it's sad, but they are like functionless, and it doesn't make any sense why they would be, because it's not like he lived with us or was like an everyday part of life or anything. He's so old and shrivelled and senile and depressed and stuff, that it's one of those "move on to the next life" things. And my parents are like, uber-god, so shouldn't they go with the "going to a better place" thing? Or am I just callous? Probably both. Well, anyway, mom was like "if he dies, you can't go to Cedar Point" which was totally gay because a) he's not going to die tonight, they've got him stabilised, and b) even if he does, it's not like the wake would be tomorrow, and it's not like my staying home would help anything, so, right. Then, my parents are also retarded, because they told me to go to bed and take a nap and not to go to Dever's tonight. And I was really tired for real, so I didn't argue with them, and I took a nap. They then proceeded to wake me up every fifteen minutes to try to force feed me. I was like "STOP HARRASSING ME"
I hate them. Most of the time. Even though they are not as evil as most parents, and they totally let me get away with anything even though I'm mean to them. I just don't like them.
Okay, well, I've been typing for nearly an hour, and my clock is odd cuz I looked at it two seconds ago and it said 11:50, and now it says 12:00. Awesome. I hate this computer. I'm going to go now, and plan scary movie fest with Heather and talk to Caitlin. Toodles.
yo ho
yo ho
a (confused, in trouble, and awake) pirate's life for
~me
(Written at 12:02 AM on August 4th, 2004- probably posted long after, though, as I just tried and AOL wouldn't work, because the internet is disfunctional)
So yeah, AOL= GayOL and I hate it. It has proceeded to not work properly, kick me off, then not allowed me to sign back on, even though I restarted the whole computer. On top of that, Lawrence ran out of battery, and due to my lack of intelligence, I have no home charger for him, and therefore he will not have any battery until my drive to Cedar Point tomorrow, which will hopefully be long enough to completely charge it. Oh, and yeah, father has been on the phone all day since my grandpa's like dying or something, so I couldn't use my home phone. Not to mention my Aunt and Uncle were here, and I was on the phone yesterday for like ever, and mum yelled at me. So basically, I'm living in the stone age over here, and it's bad b/c now I actually need the phone to call people, and I don't have it. And I'm typing this on Word to copy and paste because last time I tried typing it in the actual bloge window, the computer crashed, not to mention would not allow me to use the return feature of the enter key, so all my paragraphs were separated by huge amounts of spaces. And oh, yeah, the one thing that did work, AIM, overloaded b/c I had so many IMs going.
Alright. I think I'm done with my "I hate modern technology" thing.
I could move on to the "I hate immature people and people who get me involved in things that I was much happier not being involved in" thing. But Dever has learned to bite her tongue, and therefore, I will, too. Just because I know that somehow, no matter what I say or do will be twisted into some awfulness. Because that is how things go. I've accepted it. Okay. So, thanks for Colleen for listening to things you don't even know about, and thanks for Dever for being an awesome informant (even though it's your fault I'm in trouble, I still like you) and thanks for nothing to Elizabeth who chose the WORST possible time EVER to leave for vacay. I jest.
Caitlin, if you're reading this- I got your message, and needless to say, I can't go tomorrow. I checked the V-mail too late to call you back, and then I expected you to be at crew, but you weren't, then Lawrence died (see above) and so. Right.
Well, about crew- yes, we've been working our asses off (literally- there's this fun new railing to slide down that's like ten feet long, and it absolutely KILLS my arse) to get everything moved. Yesterday we moved every single prop item forthward to the new PAC, and I pushed people on trolleys and the whatnot, and it was fun. Then today we didn't do much, but Cornelius and I organised the planks, so our personal space upstairs is evolving nicely.
Last night I saw the Village. At first, I thought it was stupid, but then I thought about it, and it really wasn't, it was just not what you expected it to be. It was really good, but not scary. Dever was practically crying at one part (for sadness, not fear) but then we figured out that the guy wasn't dead, and she was happy. We spent a lot of time being random and I kept trying to take Dan's shoes. I didn't get them, though. And Dever and Rory and I all bought stars cuz we're cool. Then after the three mentioned people (Rob and Danny and Amber went, too, but just to the movie) and myself went to get Taco Bell (even though it makes me ill) and then to the Promenade, where Dever and I had a long talk and worked things out. And she made some decisions, which is how we come back to the "Stef's in trouble for just being there" thing. But we're pretending that that does not exist right now, because I like running from my problems.
In addition, I was supposed to see Corey today, but I was in a totally bad mood, and I didn't want to ruin his time, and I had stuff to work out, so I didn't go. But I have his address, so I'm thinking that one random day I'll just show up.
In the past few days I have played kickball, which was fun, besides when I like jumped on the ball, and fell, and hurt myself, even though because of my hellish soccer camp last week, I have shin splints major bad, and therefore was already hurt. Also Dever, Rob, and I went to see Elizabeth's championship game and then hung out after and that was fun, too, since I have spent v. little time this summer just hanging out with friends. It seems like everything I do has a specific purpose. It's annoying. And tomorrow, I'm going to Cedar Point with Dever. We're not being forced to bring her brother with us, so we're going to go by ourselves and just ride the stupid rides, because Dever is afraid of all the good ones. Maybe I can talk her into the magnum. Or maybe we'll just find hot guys to hang out with. You know, whatever floats our boats. And then, of course, Thursday is Projekt Revolution!!! I'm going with Elizabeth, and we shall meet Cornelius up there, and it shall be splendiferizzle.
See, even though I had a bad day, I refuse to allow it to own me. Eat that.
Tonight Lauren and I had a bonfire, then went to Dairy Queen and saw Amanda. Lauren shall be starting High School this year. I taught her all about drugs, and what their side effects and withdrawal symptoms are. I think this is v. important knowledge for any incoming frosh. Especially at a LUTHERN school. Right Tricia?
So yeah, that's my life in a nutshell. Or at least, the portions of my life that anyone can read about. I decided (the night I talked to Dever) that if I were more open and honest about things, my life would probably bother me a whole lot less. Unfortunately, that's not going to happen any day soon. If you want to know what's going on, call me.
Oh, wait. That won't work.
Right, also, I'm kind of upset. Not upset, but like, almost annoyed. Because my grandpa is messed up- he fell and broke his hip, and they aren't sure he's "going to make it". And I'm annoyed because my parents can't seem to figure out that he's old, and that's what old people do- they die. And yeah, it's sad, but they are like functionless, and it doesn't make any sense why they would be, because it's not like he lived with us or was like an everyday part of life or anything. He's so old and shrivelled and senile and depressed and stuff, that it's one of those "move on to the next life" things. And my parents are like, uber-god, so shouldn't they go with the "going to a better place" thing? Or am I just callous? Probably both. Well, anyway, mom was like "if he dies, you can't go to Cedar Point" which was totally gay because a) he's not going to die tonight, they've got him stabilised, and b) even if he does, it's not like the wake would be tomorrow, and it's not like my staying home would help anything, so, right. Then, my parents are also retarded, because they told me to go to bed and take a nap and not to go to Dever's tonight. And I was really tired for real, so I didn't argue with them, and I took a nap. They then proceeded to wake me up every fifteen minutes to try to force feed me. I was like "STOP HARRASSING ME"
I hate them. Most of the time. Even though they are not as evil as most parents, and they totally let me get away with anything even though I'm mean to them. I just don't like them.
Okay, well, I've been typing for nearly an hour, and my clock is odd cuz I looked at it two seconds ago and it said 11:50, and now it says 12:00. Awesome. I hate this computer. I'm going to go now, and plan scary movie fest with Heather and talk to Caitlin. Toodles.
yo ho
yo ho
a (confused, in trouble, and awake) pirate's life for
~me
(Written at 12:02 AM on August 4th, 2004- probably posted long after, though, as I just tried and AOL wouldn't work, because the internet is disfunctional)