Um, so it's about 9:06 am, and I've just completed Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.
I think I'm physcially shaking.
Nope, wait, I definately am. And I can't type straight. Or think straight for that matter. For those of you who are not psychos and spent 6.5 straight reading, on two hours of sleep, I will not ruin it. But only to say. Holy. Shit. A lot. Oh my God. Alex... oh god. Oh god. I am so pathetic, freaking out over a book.
Now that it's nine am, and I woke up precisely 26 hours ago yesterday, and have had nothing but a brief two hour nap to sustain me, I can't sleep because I am too jumbled by this book.
I'd like to write about my awesome night, where I managed to stay out until 2:30, but I need to sort my brain out.
::freaks. out.::
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Makin' a List
Proof that I could be as badass as Uma Thurman in Kill Bill
1. My favourite belt was stolen from someone my freshman year, and I've never returned it
2. I once side-slapped someone who was trying to hug me
3. If I was on Room Raiders, I would hide a snake in one of my drawers just to scare someone shitless. Granted, it would probably be a garden snake, and not a Black Mambo, but I bet it would still scare them.
4. I helped someone cheat on a spanish test once. Okay, I gave them a few answers while getting my Brit Lit book out of my locker. Still counts.
5. I've got the fasted guns in the west. A.K.A. I could whip your sorry ass at minesweeper.
6. I have stolen governament property and relocated it to an undisclosed location. A.K.A. I, along with my favourite accomplices, Elizabeth and Kevin, stole a construction barrel from the Avon Lake library and left it in a driveway.
7. I smoke probably more than a pack a day. Okay, it's all secondhand... but hey, makes me sound B.A.
8. I cut myself. (while working outdoors on a fort and running into pricker bushes that really know how to spring up on you.)
9. I have files proving me to be an accomplished stealer. (illegally downloaded music)
10. I am so not afraid to kick balls. Soccer balls.
That's right, bitches. Don't effing mess with me.
1. My favourite belt was stolen from someone my freshman year, and I've never returned it
2. I once side-slapped someone who was trying to hug me
3. If I was on Room Raiders, I would hide a snake in one of my drawers just to scare someone shitless. Granted, it would probably be a garden snake, and not a Black Mambo, but I bet it would still scare them.
4. I helped someone cheat on a spanish test once. Okay, I gave them a few answers while getting my Brit Lit book out of my locker. Still counts.
5. I've got the fasted guns in the west. A.K.A. I could whip your sorry ass at minesweeper.
6. I have stolen governament property and relocated it to an undisclosed location. A.K.A. I, along with my favourite accomplices, Elizabeth and Kevin, stole a construction barrel from the Avon Lake library and left it in a driveway.
7. I smoke probably more than a pack a day. Okay, it's all secondhand... but hey, makes me sound B.A.
8. I cut myself. (while working outdoors on a fort and running into pricker bushes that really know how to spring up on you.)
9. I have files proving me to be an accomplished stealer. (illegally downloaded music)
10. I am so not afraid to kick balls. Soccer balls.
That's right, bitches. Don't effing mess with me.
So Much For My Happy Ending
These people on Date My Mom are insane. First of all, this guy is definately checking out the mom, because the mom got a boob job. The guy is also a circus acrobat and is doing flips off a park bench, which I guess was sort of neat. But he's a freak, because the mom told him that her daughter has a soccer ass, and he thinks that's hot. What is his problem? Soccer asses are the epitome of uncool, take it from me, who wields one mercilessly against her foes.
Oh, god, Rob Zombie is directing some movie. What is that? The world must be rapidly accelerating towards final meltdown. There is simply no other excuse.
Obviously I'm very bored right now, and kind of mad because either the power went out (what can I say? Cleveland isn't so reliable on the power supply front) or my computer randomly restarted. Which is does. Sometimes I think it's got a mind of it's own. Well, maybe not so much as our old computer, that just sort of melted down on its own accord. Regardless, I got kicked off AIM and that makes me angry.
Yesterday I went to sleep at about 7:30 since I had nothing better to do (refer to last bloge) and then I woke up around 11. I watched a little Kill Bill Vol. II (aka all of it) and decided it would be totally awesome to be as kickass as Uma Thurman. How nice would it be if I could just punch my way through the coffin I was buried alive in?
The people on this show are prompted to say the most rediculous things. As if MTV expects us to believe that people can actually come up with that type of bullshit on their own.
Good news. I'm still bored. And I think I keep losing track of what I'm saying.
OH MY GOD THAT STUPID COMPUTER KICKED ME OFF AND I LOST ALL MY PROGRESS IN THAT RIDDLE.
::kills self::
Oh, god, Rob Zombie is directing some movie. What is that? The world must be rapidly accelerating towards final meltdown. There is simply no other excuse.
Obviously I'm very bored right now, and kind of mad because either the power went out (what can I say? Cleveland isn't so reliable on the power supply front) or my computer randomly restarted. Which is does. Sometimes I think it's got a mind of it's own. Well, maybe not so much as our old computer, that just sort of melted down on its own accord. Regardless, I got kicked off AIM and that makes me angry.
Yesterday I went to sleep at about 7:30 since I had nothing better to do (refer to last bloge) and then I woke up around 11. I watched a little Kill Bill Vol. II (aka all of it) and decided it would be totally awesome to be as kickass as Uma Thurman. How nice would it be if I could just punch my way through the coffin I was buried alive in?
The people on this show are prompted to say the most rediculous things. As if MTV expects us to believe that people can actually come up with that type of bullshit on their own.
Good news. I'm still bored. And I think I keep losing track of what I'm saying.
OH MY GOD THAT STUPID COMPUTER KICKED ME OFF AND I LOST ALL MY PROGRESS IN THAT RIDDLE.
::kills self::
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Can't Stand Me Now
This dratted riddle. Seriously. I hate this. NO, that's a lie. I'm viciously addicted to it like the fiend that I am.
I just recently returned from seeing War of the Worlds with Kristen. (she gave me free movie passes. While waiting for 4:15 to roll around- we had been too late for the 2:30 movie- we stopped at Mitchell's, where she also had mitchell's money.) It wasn't such a bad movie- not exactly what-all one might have expected, however. Kristen and I decided we were too logical to die in these "world take-over" situations. And we are also too logical to really fully appreciate the movie.
1. How did that car Tom Cruise was so protective of drive? Didn't they run out of gas? I mean, they were in New York, headed to Boston, and he kept accelerating and such, not to mention he was taking obscure country roads. All those things are huge contributers to gas consumption- not to mention, it was a stolen car, and not even likely to be full at the time.
2. If the aliens sent an EMP around, how could that guy be taping them with a little sony? Or that other guy snap a photo with his kodak? (I don't know if those are the brands, I just thought being specific would put a certain degree of emphasiss on the rediculousness of it all)
3. Why, when aliens start blowing things up, do the people always try to run to "safety"? Don't they realise it's safer to stay put? Because, okay, the aliens have already torched the place, why would they stick around? Just do some dodging for a little while, and you'll be okay. But noooo, when aliens take over, people run to the un-torched places and wait for the aliens to come and blow there up.
4. People need to realise that New England is not a safe place. There has just not been a movie set in the misty New England fog that has been safe- Blair Witch, The Village, many other horror movies. Why would silly War of the Worlds be any safer from this movie law?
5. Going into the house of a man wielding a shotgun, who sits there sharpening his butcher's knife? Never a good idea. Kristen and I both agreed that had they all stuck around a few more weeks, chances are, that guy would have eaten Tom Cruise then attempted to procreate the world with Dakota Fanning. Which is rediculous. Everyone knows that if you're going to repopulate the planet, Tom Cruise has to be the father. You wouldn't want the creepy looking children of Dakota Fanning and that cannibal guy to raise the next generation of humans. It would be too unfortunate.
6. Everyone knows that the hiv will get you in the end. Kristen and I said that from the beginning. The thing was, we weren't serious. Speilburg (or maybe Wells, I haven't read the book and thus cannot confirm or deny the authenticity of the screenplay to the literature) was.
7. The cute kid must always survive. Even in the face of a huge explosion that kills thousands of well-trained army reserved. The cute sixteen year old must survive.
8. Aliens planted thier battleships eons before human civilization. However, that does not mean that these spacecrafts were not strategically planted- the aliens knew that thriving metropilises... metropoli... I don't know... would spring up around their ships. And that, in all the city planning of water, sewars, and broadband internet, they would never dig up a few thousand battle cruisers.
9. Intelligent, trained, physically fit... it doesn't matter how elite you are. You will die. A deadbeat dad dragging a ten-year-old along on his back, however, will undoubtedly survive.
10. When aliens come... they'll get Ukraine first.
Erg, has anyone noticed just how many movies aren't original? We saw six previews. Four of them were remakes or old comics, one was a horror movie (translate= unoriginal), and one was some new Orlando Bloom movie that looks corny and endearing (translation=boring) (but cute because Orlando is in it).
I guess that's pretty much it. I no longer have plans for tonight, because Kristen is going to Sean's, and so are Katie and Ryan, and I don't like hot tubs, so screw that idea. I guess I'll just sit at home and be bored and attempt to solve this dratted riddle.
I just recently returned from seeing War of the Worlds with Kristen. (she gave me free movie passes. While waiting for 4:15 to roll around- we had been too late for the 2:30 movie- we stopped at Mitchell's, where she also had mitchell's money.) It wasn't such a bad movie- not exactly what-all one might have expected, however. Kristen and I decided we were too logical to die in these "world take-over" situations. And we are also too logical to really fully appreciate the movie.
1. How did that car Tom Cruise was so protective of drive? Didn't they run out of gas? I mean, they were in New York, headed to Boston, and he kept accelerating and such, not to mention he was taking obscure country roads. All those things are huge contributers to gas consumption- not to mention, it was a stolen car, and not even likely to be full at the time.
2. If the aliens sent an EMP around, how could that guy be taping them with a little sony? Or that other guy snap a photo with his kodak? (I don't know if those are the brands, I just thought being specific would put a certain degree of emphasiss on the rediculousness of it all)
3. Why, when aliens start blowing things up, do the people always try to run to "safety"? Don't they realise it's safer to stay put? Because, okay, the aliens have already torched the place, why would they stick around? Just do some dodging for a little while, and you'll be okay. But noooo, when aliens take over, people run to the un-torched places and wait for the aliens to come and blow there up.
4. People need to realise that New England is not a safe place. There has just not been a movie set in the misty New England fog that has been safe- Blair Witch, The Village, many other horror movies. Why would silly War of the Worlds be any safer from this movie law?
5. Going into the house of a man wielding a shotgun, who sits there sharpening his butcher's knife? Never a good idea. Kristen and I both agreed that had they all stuck around a few more weeks, chances are, that guy would have eaten Tom Cruise then attempted to procreate the world with Dakota Fanning. Which is rediculous. Everyone knows that if you're going to repopulate the planet, Tom Cruise has to be the father. You wouldn't want the creepy looking children of Dakota Fanning and that cannibal guy to raise the next generation of humans. It would be too unfortunate.
6. Everyone knows that the hiv will get you in the end. Kristen and I said that from the beginning. The thing was, we weren't serious. Speilburg (or maybe Wells, I haven't read the book and thus cannot confirm or deny the authenticity of the screenplay to the literature) was.
7. The cute kid must always survive. Even in the face of a huge explosion that kills thousands of well-trained army reserved. The cute sixteen year old must survive.
8. Aliens planted thier battleships eons before human civilization. However, that does not mean that these spacecrafts were not strategically planted- the aliens knew that thriving metropilises... metropoli... I don't know... would spring up around their ships. And that, in all the city planning of water, sewars, and broadband internet, they would never dig up a few thousand battle cruisers.
9. Intelligent, trained, physically fit... it doesn't matter how elite you are. You will die. A deadbeat dad dragging a ten-year-old along on his back, however, will undoubtedly survive.
10. When aliens come... they'll get Ukraine first.
Erg, has anyone noticed just how many movies aren't original? We saw six previews. Four of them were remakes or old comics, one was a horror movie (translate= unoriginal), and one was some new Orlando Bloom movie that looks corny and endearing (translation=boring) (but cute because Orlando is in it).
I guess that's pretty much it. I no longer have plans for tonight, because Kristen is going to Sean's, and so are Katie and Ryan, and I don't like hot tubs, so screw that idea. I guess I'll just sit at home and be bored and attempt to solve this dratted riddle.
Monday, July 11, 2005
You are NOT a special and unique snowflake
Why I'm kind of odd:
1. I always have a red sparke on me. Somewhere. Yesterday it was on my chin. The day before, my arm, the day before, my belly botton. It's either the same one coming back to haunt me, or there's a pile of red sparkles out to get me.
2. I sleep with my hands wrapped around the spindles of my headboard. It's kind of kinky in a wierd way, I suppose.
3. When people come to my house bearing chocolate muffins, they pretty much make my day
4. I think it would be nice to live in australia. And if I did, I would hunt cane toads. I have an obsession with cane toads.
5. I become physically ill at the thought of certain things, including: country music, hilary duff, certain people in certain situations (katie knows), and unfathomly stupid people
6. I will plan my life around TV. Not that often, as I don't watch that much TV. But wednesdays at 8pm? Don't talk to me.
7. I like talking to people online better than on the phone. I can't make up conversation on a phone as well, and I also get distracted too much.
8. School supplies are my favourite shopping item EVER. Sure, I love shoes, purses, and sometimes shirt shopping... but school supplies... wow. yay.
9. I'm not really a fan of hot tubs. In fact, I kind of loathe them. I prefer to stay inside and make crepes for the people in the hot tub rather then be subjected to its excessively warm inferno. IN fact, I really like making foor for my friends, so if you're my friend, chances are at some point I have baked something for you. (see #3 and know that I reap what I sow) (you know, I actaully went to mass yesterday, and that was the gospel. how amazing. Not that that was the gospel, but that I freaking paid attention)
10. I like to compile lists. I like to read lists. Any lists- not just humourous ones like these. I like. Lists.
Okay.
1. I always have a red sparke on me. Somewhere. Yesterday it was on my chin. The day before, my arm, the day before, my belly botton. It's either the same one coming back to haunt me, or there's a pile of red sparkles out to get me.
2. I sleep with my hands wrapped around the spindles of my headboard. It's kind of kinky in a wierd way, I suppose.
3. When people come to my house bearing chocolate muffins, they pretty much make my day
4. I think it would be nice to live in australia. And if I did, I would hunt cane toads. I have an obsession with cane toads.
5. I become physically ill at the thought of certain things, including: country music, hilary duff, certain people in certain situations (katie knows), and unfathomly stupid people
6. I will plan my life around TV. Not that often, as I don't watch that much TV. But wednesdays at 8pm? Don't talk to me.
7. I like talking to people online better than on the phone. I can't make up conversation on a phone as well, and I also get distracted too much.
8. School supplies are my favourite shopping item EVER. Sure, I love shoes, purses, and sometimes shirt shopping... but school supplies... wow. yay.
9. I'm not really a fan of hot tubs. In fact, I kind of loathe them. I prefer to stay inside and make crepes for the people in the hot tub rather then be subjected to its excessively warm inferno. IN fact, I really like making foor for my friends, so if you're my friend, chances are at some point I have baked something for you. (see #3 and know that I reap what I sow) (you know, I actaully went to mass yesterday, and that was the gospel. how amazing. Not that that was the gospel, but that I freaking paid attention)
10. I like to compile lists. I like to read lists. Any lists- not just humourous ones like these. I like. Lists.
Okay.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
A TIRE hit her in the face
Good news, they've finally updated my bloge count from 335 (which is aparentally the amount of posts I had.... last October) to 449, which means that this is my 450th post! Hoorah! I'm almost near the 500 mark. I have had this little slice of internet for over two years now, and everyday is just a lost of useless mumbo jumbo, eh?
This is the third morning in a row that I've had to get up way too early for me. I'm being forced to go to mass (see guys, I go to mass sometimes besides Christmas and Easter) con madre, but it's really not that bad, because it's this nice outdoor mass, and much easier to distract myself during.
So yesterday epitomized a proper summer's evening. I pulled out of my driveway to go get Colleen to go to the fastivel d'arte, and my tire was flat. Completely flat. It looked as though someone had rammed a knife into the side of it. Well, that put a bit of a stop to my day, so I had to call Colleen and tell her I had no idea when I'd be set free. Fortunately, the neighbours changed it to the spare in no time. Unfortunately, Colleen didn't believe me that I had a flat tire, so she angrily texted me and told me not to call. So after driving around for a bit looking for a place with a new tire (with no luck, alas) mum gave up and was like, "go". So I went.
First to the beach. I met many a people, none of whose names I am going to take the time to remember and type right now, and we hung out on this quaint little rock in the middle of Lake Erie (you know, give or take a few miles) until the sun threatened to beat us senseless, and we took refuge under a tree. Then the sand monsters rose up from hell and chased us (we got bored) and we went to Applebee's. Yeah I know- this was at like 5.... I don't think I've ever been there any earlier than 10 besides that one time where we went too early for it to be open or when we went after football ages and ages ago.
Second, I stopped at Barnes and Noble for Rathna's grad present (yeah I know, I suck) and then went to her party. It was a blast- we played volleyball (a sport that I never exactly considered my forte) and it was great fun. Plus there was all this super delicious Indian food there... and the cake... oo, the cake.. straberries...frosting...soooo delicious.
Thirdly, I was bored for a while and had some downtime before going to Denny's. So I decided visiting poor, grounded Elizabeth would be a good idea. Turns out it wasn't. But she had me park in Kevin's driveway, and then we walked down the street to get Gabrielle so we could take her to the Leimkhuler's to babysit some rabbit. (demon creatures) Lala, so we're walking abck down the street, when Elizabeth's dad pulls out of their driveway, and I go barreling towards some people's bushes and throw myself flat down in them (by now my jeans are already covered in grass stains from volleyball, sand from the beach, and black gunk from the tire) to hide. Yeah, Mr. hazel happens to not be an idiot- he saw my car in Kevin's driveway.
So we went to the Liemkhuler's, and looked around their GINORMOUS MONDO HUGE house. We sat there kind of contemplating if we could go in it, just to look around, because everyone knows it's got like everything in it and we just wanted to see it. The alarm system said (literally) that it was disarmed, but we couldn't decide if they would have like a quasi-alarm system, to lure intruders into a false sense of security. In the end, we just left. It was somewhat anti-climatic.
Thus, we headed back to Elizabeth's house, where we drew on the driveway with chalk and ate gummies and whatnot. Then Mr. Hazel comes home, so I dart through her backyard to Kevin's (charred with holes) trampoline.
oops, I had to go to mass. It is now 1:00, or also known as 3.5 hours after I started this.
Anyway so we sat on the trampoline, and I called Elizabeth, and she said not to leave until her dad was in the house. So we sat there for a little, but we couldn't tell if her dad was there or not, so I just chanced it and went to leave, but he was still in the driveway, talking to Mr. Stellato. So I hurled myself back to his backyard and called Elizabeth, and she was like, screw it, just leave. So I was like, "okay, kevin, I'll give you a ride down the street" (they were all at the Dunlaps... I love being tight with Elizabeth's neighbourhood, which is like ten miles away from my own) so we pulled out of the driveway, and Misters Hazel and Stellato just stared at us as we drove down his driveway, cracking up, because it's one of thsoe things that are only funny if you're there. Then I sped onward to Denny's. (Mr. Hazel never ended up mentioning it to Liz... he just asked if that was my car in Kevin's driveway, and she said yes, and he dropped it, so whatever, we're clear)
Anyway, at Denny's I met Joanne and then Dan and Jeff and we sat there at a table for eight because Joanne and I didn't know how many people were showing up. We were supposed to be playing cards, but we just sort of sat there and chatted, which is always fun. Joanne had to leave early though, because she's a dork and is going to Vegas (well she went... at like 7am this morning) and had to get up early for her flight. So we sat there talking for some more, and then I came home.
Now mother's taking me shoe shopping, for her though, but no doubt I will end up buying several pairs of shoes. I love shoes. Such a girly fetish. Hehe. Then later I have a softball game, which I can finally actually play in! \/\/007! (dorky leet speak) I'm quite excited for that.
Erg, my room is humid and gross. I jsut took a shower because I got root beer all over me. Long story.
I love kettle corn, yum yum yum.
This is the third morning in a row that I've had to get up way too early for me. I'm being forced to go to mass (see guys, I go to mass sometimes besides Christmas and Easter) con madre, but it's really not that bad, because it's this nice outdoor mass, and much easier to distract myself during.
So yesterday epitomized a proper summer's evening. I pulled out of my driveway to go get Colleen to go to the fastivel d'arte, and my tire was flat. Completely flat. It looked as though someone had rammed a knife into the side of it. Well, that put a bit of a stop to my day, so I had to call Colleen and tell her I had no idea when I'd be set free. Fortunately, the neighbours changed it to the spare in no time. Unfortunately, Colleen didn't believe me that I had a flat tire, so she angrily texted me and told me not to call. So after driving around for a bit looking for a place with a new tire (with no luck, alas) mum gave up and was like, "go". So I went.
First to the beach. I met many a people, none of whose names I am going to take the time to remember and type right now, and we hung out on this quaint little rock in the middle of Lake Erie (you know, give or take a few miles) until the sun threatened to beat us senseless, and we took refuge under a tree. Then the sand monsters rose up from hell and chased us (we got bored) and we went to Applebee's. Yeah I know- this was at like 5.... I don't think I've ever been there any earlier than 10 besides that one time where we went too early for it to be open or when we went after football ages and ages ago.
Second, I stopped at Barnes and Noble for Rathna's grad present (yeah I know, I suck) and then went to her party. It was a blast- we played volleyball (a sport that I never exactly considered my forte) and it was great fun. Plus there was all this super delicious Indian food there... and the cake... oo, the cake.. straberries...frosting...soooo delicious.
Thirdly, I was bored for a while and had some downtime before going to Denny's. So I decided visiting poor, grounded Elizabeth would be a good idea. Turns out it wasn't. But she had me park in Kevin's driveway, and then we walked down the street to get Gabrielle so we could take her to the Leimkhuler's to babysit some rabbit. (demon creatures) Lala, so we're walking abck down the street, when Elizabeth's dad pulls out of their driveway, and I go barreling towards some people's bushes and throw myself flat down in them (by now my jeans are already covered in grass stains from volleyball, sand from the beach, and black gunk from the tire) to hide. Yeah, Mr. hazel happens to not be an idiot- he saw my car in Kevin's driveway.
So we went to the Liemkhuler's, and looked around their GINORMOUS MONDO HUGE house. We sat there kind of contemplating if we could go in it, just to look around, because everyone knows it's got like everything in it and we just wanted to see it. The alarm system said (literally) that it was disarmed, but we couldn't decide if they would have like a quasi-alarm system, to lure intruders into a false sense of security. In the end, we just left. It was somewhat anti-climatic.
Thus, we headed back to Elizabeth's house, where we drew on the driveway with chalk and ate gummies and whatnot. Then Mr. Hazel comes home, so I dart through her backyard to Kevin's (charred with holes) trampoline.
oops, I had to go to mass. It is now 1:00, or also known as 3.5 hours after I started this.
Anyway so we sat on the trampoline, and I called Elizabeth, and she said not to leave until her dad was in the house. So we sat there for a little, but we couldn't tell if her dad was there or not, so I just chanced it and went to leave, but he was still in the driveway, talking to Mr. Stellato. So I hurled myself back to his backyard and called Elizabeth, and she was like, screw it, just leave. So I was like, "okay, kevin, I'll give you a ride down the street" (they were all at the Dunlaps... I love being tight with Elizabeth's neighbourhood, which is like ten miles away from my own) so we pulled out of the driveway, and Misters Hazel and Stellato just stared at us as we drove down his driveway, cracking up, because it's one of thsoe things that are only funny if you're there. Then I sped onward to Denny's. (Mr. Hazel never ended up mentioning it to Liz... he just asked if that was my car in Kevin's driveway, and she said yes, and he dropped it, so whatever, we're clear)
Anyway, at Denny's I met Joanne and then Dan and Jeff and we sat there at a table for eight because Joanne and I didn't know how many people were showing up. We were supposed to be playing cards, but we just sort of sat there and chatted, which is always fun. Joanne had to leave early though, because she's a dork and is going to Vegas (well she went... at like 7am this morning) and had to get up early for her flight. So we sat there talking for some more, and then I came home.
Now mother's taking me shoe shopping, for her though, but no doubt I will end up buying several pairs of shoes. I love shoes. Such a girly fetish. Hehe. Then later I have a softball game, which I can finally actually play in! \/\/007! (dorky leet speak) I'm quite excited for that.
Erg, my room is humid and gross. I jsut took a shower because I got root beer all over me. Long story.
I love kettle corn, yum yum yum.