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Dec. 25th, 2005 | 04:18 pm
mood: EWGROSS

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SO OKAY. I'm sitting here, reading the latest Wizart post, when I feel a tickle on my chest, like a piece of hair is poking me or something. So I check, right?

It was not a piece of hair.

It was a SPIDER. A SPIDER CRAWLING ON MY TIT, UNDERNEATH TWO LAYERS OF CLOTHES.

How the fucking hell did it get THERE? Now I have that creepy-crawling feeling like they're all over me. EW.

In other news, Christmas has been uneventful. I'm cooking, everyone else is outside working on...something. Fine by me, except for when I get attacked by spiders.

I'm just waiting for my boob to turn black and fall off.

*wanders away*

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Omg, freaking Amazon Reviewers. Too funny.

Dec. 14th, 2005 | 08:58 am
mood: amused
music: youth decay - sleater-kinney

The Confessions of Nat Turner (1967)
“My great-great-grandfather is not gay! I don’t know why this William Styron is trying to lie on my great-great-grandfather. Needless to say I am a descendant of Nat Turner and it bothers me that this author is trying to lie to make this book more interesting. I cannot say for certainty that my grandfather was not gay or that he didn’t like white women and neither can this author but I can say that Nat Turner was married and had children and I am a descendant of that union! Other than that idiotic portrayal the book was good.”

The following are excerpts from actual one-star Amazon.com reviews of books from Time’s list of the 100 best novels from 1923 to the present.

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http://www.bostonuk.com/index.cfm?id=572

Dec. 13th, 2005 | 12:16 pm
mood: bored
music: Galang - M.I.A.

Brittney
(omg, factoid: this is how my name is legally spelled. no one EVER spells it that way, since...well, guess.)
You are an inspirational individual and seem to lead a charmed existence. Material success is no more than your versatility, optimism and courage deserve. You are creative and resourceful and can develop your ideas into tangible form which brings you great satisfaction. You attract friends, love and happiness in abundance because of your warm and enthusiastic nature. Life is much better with you around.


Britney
You are idealistic and have a keen intellect and imagination. Philosophical with a gentle, romantic and giving nature your desire is to help others and benefit mankind. You attract many friends and are loved by all for your nurturing and understanding ways. Once a project has been started your determination and focus always ensures that it is completed. You exude peace and contentment and bring this into your environment and associations.

*preen*

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Dec. 9th, 2005 | 10:31 am
mood: contemplative

I have on a suit today. The world may end. I may not mind. Not because of the suit itself, but because of the fact that I don’t mind the suit. I do, however, mind that I don’t mind the suit. Get all that? A couple square feet of material reminds me that I have let my vigorous teenage ideals slip through my fingers like little grains of sand. Tweed and lipgloss somehow represent everything that’s fallen away in the past three or four years, pivotal years. I stand in awe of myself, though not because I feel I’m a better person than I was back then. Just because I'm more. For better or worse, I am more. Right now it feels I am a collection of hurts and contradictions, but I also feel full, somehow. If I died today, it would be with a sense of satisfaction. Maybe I haven’t done much, but everything I have done, has been with every ounce of my being. And that’s enough for me.


I think I'll go home and mull this over
Before I cram it down my throat
At long last it's crashed, this colossal mass
Has broken up into bits in my moat.

lift the mattress off the floor
Walk the cramps off
Go meander in the cold
Hail to your dark skin
Hiding the fact you're dead again
Underneath the power lines seeking shade
Far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason

It's a luscious mix of words and tricks
That let us bet when you know we should fold
On rocks I dreamt of where we'd stepped
And all the whole mess of roads we're now on.

Hold your glass up, hold it in
Never betray the way you've always known it is.
One day I'll be wondering how
I got so old just wondering how
I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.

This is way beyond my remote concern
Of being condescending

Oh these squawking birds won't quit.
Building nothing, laying bricks.


---The Shins

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Political debates. Huzzah.

Dec. 9th, 2005 | 08:30 am
mood: ohsnap.

He: "Do you live in Florida?
Read the report from the 9/11 commission.
It came out one day before an example was made of an innocent man.
He said 'does it look like I have a bomb?' and got shot.
I voted for Bush. I have the right to hate him.


Educate yourself."


WTF?


Me: "You obviously live in Florida, but were you THERE? If you didn't see the incident with your own eyes, then all you have to go on is the opinion of the media and the opinion of all the people who want to throw a shitfit. If there’s other reliable information you’re privy to that I, and perhaps others, have not heard of, then maybe YOU should educate US and back yourself up with some facts instead of just the occasional picture and some obscure political remarks. Until you prove that your own opinion is at all educated, and not just the poetic but misguided rantings of another faddish 19 year old, don’t tell me that I need to “educate myself”.

The FACTs that we have are that this man said something about a bomb that led the air marshals to worry he might have been carrying an explosive device. He ran, evading them, like a stupid lunatic (and I repeat what I said about responsibility for your own mental illness), and got his ass shot. It's tragic, but it's not a conspiracy or anything. It's not even a bad job on the air marshals' parts. I mean, shit, if the dude HAD been carrying a bomb, and had blown up a plane, or even just himself on the tarmac, then people like you would be bitching about the nation’s incompetence, blah blah blah. THAT would be Bush’s fault, too.

You have the right to hate Bush whether you voted for him or not. (I voted for him, too, and I dislike him as a person and I dislike a majority of the things he’s done...but..) You even have the right to sit on your ass in the comfort of your own home and bitch pointlessly about every single thing the US is doing “wrong”. But people with legitimate, sound reasons to protest this nation’s choices and direction are discredited by your whinging."

Okay. One of these days, I'm going to post a "real" entry. Swear.

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rock on, vanity. rock on.

Dec. 8th, 2005 | 03:27 pm
mood: bored
music: there's no fucking rules, dude - !!!

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i look way too quaint in theseCollapse )

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Now for an opinion, re: that dude who got shot.

Dec. 8th, 2005 | 12:40 pm
mood: annoyed
music: blackout - lovedrug

US air marshalls don't just run around shooting anyone who squints at them the wrong way--it's not like they're out of control. Any idiot who neglects to take his meds, loses his shit and threatens to DETONATE A BOMB when there are people with a licence to kill hanging around, *deserves* to be shot. If he was mentally unstable, he and his wife should have been a hell of a lot more responsible for his situation. The air marshalls were merely taking responsibility for theirs.

So all you "liberals", careful you aren't trying TOO hard to hate the president/the right-wingers/whatever. That sort of thing gives non-conservatives a bad name.

Fanaticism sucks from either side.

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O.O

Nov. 10th, 2005 | 07:54 pm
mood: drained
music: somedays - regina spektor

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20051111/ap_on_he_me/birth_control_patch_warnings

This makes me kind of glad I have some kind of birth control ADD (it's a miracle if I stick to one brand for more than two months), cause I was totally using that bitch.

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Getting my shit together before I get fired (?).

Nov. 4th, 2005 | 09:13 am
mood: busy
music: without msg i am nothing - mclusky

To do:

School:
-Transcribe notes from last two classes—TODAY.
-Worksheet #9
-Experiential speech outline
-Persuasive speech topic
-Persuasive speech worksheet
-Copy of Finders essay?

Work:
-Class Server entries (Patrick & last three TEC classes)
-Certificates (Patrick and last week’s Exchange ’03)
-Order more cert. paper
-Access Slides (!!!!!!!!!)
-Student manuals for next week
-Bills. Sigh. (ask John for checks)
-Organize desk and filing cabinet
-Supplies from AP
-New checkbook holder
-Buy stamps
-Post office
-Tax forms

Move:
-Stop being a baby about costs and secure mover
-Paycheck stub for income restrictions
-I-9
-Figure out what it takes to freaking give notice
-Order boxes
-Rent carpet cleaner

Other:
-Call dad about Thanksgiving (fuck, fuck, fuck)
-Finish making gift packages
-Transfer x-mas spending money to savings acct
-Look into PDA and new cellphone
-Make self-imposed plot post on Witchy board
-Car inspection
-Dentist
-Gyno – get your lazy ass back on the pill
-Ticket to Ohio (Gen, how many days is okay?)
-Christmas party venue (The Broadmoor? Le Petite Maison?)

La Petite Maison:
-Discuss menu with mom
-Headcount
-Appointment with maitre d'
-Something to wear, yo

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Oct. 31st, 2005 | 08:41 pm






Angel I can see myself in your eyes
Angel won’t you feel for me from your heart
Do return my heart to me
No don’t insist I’m already hurt

Elephant girl
It was an accident unfortunate
Angel threw me like a rubber man
Aiming for the ground
Why amuse yourself in such way
No don’t insist I’m already hurt

Lay me down on the ground softly softly
Don’t remove my head hurts much too much

You never return it
Well I wouldn’t miss it
I shed no tears for broken me
You never know it my peace of mind
Now inside and outside are matching

Why amuse yourself in such way
No don’t insist I’m already hurt
If you never return it
Will it break your wings
Will you shed no tear for broken me

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