| Oct. 3rd, 2005 | 12:34 pm | ||||||
Yesterday I woke up and immediately fought with my dog. She decided to take my favorite orange sock. Damn her. So I chased her around for about 10 minutes before cornering her. She’s so evil. Speak of the devil-here she is. She just jumped onto the couch like she owns it. I love my puppy. Don’t growl at me. Damn dog. I want to go to an avenged sevenfold concert in Philadelphia. I downloaded one of their songs and then a few more and then most of a CD. They have an original thing that I love. I can’t describe it. It’s almost like they’re playing a soundtrack for a video game, as weird and dorky as that sounds. But the guitar solo’s sound like that. So, if anyone wants to come, the tickets are only 15 dollars. It’s on a Tuesday. I’m going to be skipping my bio lab-It’s a boring class anyway. I also want to go to England. I think the month of October is the “Michelle Wants” month. I feel greedy and needy. Maybe my horoscope has something to say about it…. Nada-I’m just a screw ball. But I want stuff so much…. |
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| Sep. 30th, 2005 | 01:17 pm | ||||||
I’ve been skipping classes lately-that whole sleepiness thingy. Perhaps I should go back to drowning myself in caffeine. Today, I made it to my SPD class. Boring, as usual. The only person I talk to in that class is this girl named Vanessa. She’s nice, but I don’t know her that well. We talk a lot though-she invited me to go to Cancun. Her dad does that Time Share bit and has to travel or else he loses the points. Something like that. So she’s inviting anyone she can think of. I was surprised by the invite-I really don’t know her well. But who knows-perhaps by winter break we’ll be good friends and I’ll go. I filled up my tank today. The bastards at US Petroleum raised the gas again to 3.25, so I went next door to 7-11. I filled up 15 dollars and got only half a tank. Curse the economy. On another note, I really want to go to Shantytown. So freaking badly. But, I don’t want to go alone, so I’m trying to get people to come with me. Anyone for that matter. So, for all those stalkers out there, wanna come with me? *Bats eyes and smooches* |
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tired| Sep. 11th, 2005 | 10:30 pm | ||||||
No one showed up. Wait, I take that back. Out of the 8 people who said they would come, 1 showed up. But I guess when you can count on 12.5% of your friends to be there it’s better than none, right? |
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pissed off| Sep. 7th, 2005 | 09:41 pm | ||||||
Psychosquirrel16 (9:27:23 PM): maybe your being prepared for something cagedperis (9:27:30 PM): yes!\ cagedperis (9:28:48 PM): I am being trained for a greater cause. I shall wield my sword of Justice with my left hand while signing autographs and shooting lightning at evil doers with my right. Psychosquirrel16 (9:29:55 PM): what about the laser beams form your eyes? cagedperis (9:30:31 PM): well, my insurance wouldn't pay for that-I had to settle for the ability to hypnotize with my eyes Psychosquirrel16 (9:32:08 PM): SUE THEIR ASSES Psychosquirrel16 (9:32:18 PM): or just hypmotize them into giving you eye-lasers cagedperis (9:32:32 PM): ingenious! cagedperis (9:37:56 PM): wait cagedperis (9:38:08 PM): do I want to hypnotize or hypmotize? Psychosquirrel16 (9:38:37 PM): isn't a hypmo some type of african animal that lives in the river/ Psychosquirrel16 (9:38:41 PM): hungry hungry hypmos! cagedperis (9:38:50 PM): hippo? cagedperis (9:39:11 PM): I'm going to quote you in my journal for this Psychosquirrel16 (9:39:42 PM): great Psychosquirrel16 (9:40:03 PM): I love being quotes so people can look at it later and be like "look how retarded she is!' cagedperis (9:40:15 PM): but they say it affectionately Psychosquirrel16 (9:40:19 PM): and I still think hypmos could beat your so called hippos up |
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| Sep. 2nd, 2005 | 01:51 pm | ||||||
steakburger255(10:25:40): Heya I heard you like cowboy bebop and champloo awesome me too Theheartagram87(10:25:51): i like champloo too Theheartagram87(10:25:52): brb Theheartagram87(10:25:54): need to pee Theheartagram87(10:25:57): (just woke up) steakburger255(10:26:04): uh huh... sure lol steakburger255(10:27:21): hello? i just want to talk to u for a bit Theheartagram87(10:27:46): bak Theheartagram87(10:27:48): who is this steakburger255(10:27:55): u ok over there? lol Theheartagram87(10:28:09): im fine steakburger255(10:28:20): crap, I was gonna ask u something but I cant remember now lol Theheartagram87(10:28:27): lol Theheartagram87(10:28:32): i love bebop and samurai champloo Theheartagram87(10:28:38): they both kick soooooooooooo much ass steakburger255(10:28:39): :-) Theheartagram87(10:29:48): who are you?? steakburger255(10:29:59): Are yous till there? Theheartagram87(10:30:26): yea Theheartagram87(10:30:36): WHOS TALKING TO ME THAT KNOWS MICHELLE!! steakburger255(10:30:40): cool Theheartagram87(10:30:40): id liek to know steakburger255(10:30:54): :-p steakburger255(10:32:01): u seem interesting, can we talk more? Theheartagram87(10:32:12): about what Theheartagram87(10:32:14): who is this Theheartagram87(10:32:16): whats yor name steakburger255(10:32:23): whats your name again? Theheartagram87(10:32:25): do u have a myspace Theheartagram87(10:32:29): Saif steakburger255(10:32:34): hmm... nope. Theheartagram87(10:32:36): pronounced (safe) steakburger255(10:32:45): yea... luvliquor84(10:33:25): hey! sorry, i switched screennames Theheartagram87(10:33:41): are you a trillian user? luvliquor84(10:33:51): no. what about you? Theheartagram87(10:34:28): no i hate it luvliquor84(10:34:40): aw thats too bad luvliquor84: You have been talking to a computer! One of your friends is reading the whole conversation and laughing it up right now! GET EVEN! Have the bot prank all your friends by visiting imprank.ebaumsworld(dot)com Muahahaha |
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| Sep. 1st, 2005 | 11:48 am | ||||||
Life’s been good as of late. I went to the Dr’s the other day for my period. He told me “there’s something wrong with your ovaries” Yes, I had realized that when I wouldn’t stop bleeding. So, I’m on this medicine that’s supposed to help me for three months. Then I come back and see him. It sucks because you’re supposed to take it continuously for 10 days but I missed the third and fourth days. So, I’m spotting. Woop de doo. 7 more days to go… Yesterday was my first –real- abnormal psychology class. In the morning, I had Math which I skipped as I was already half an hour late. Instead I went to Target, bought a little bean chair for my room, hair ties, and a doggy toy. Then I went home and played video games. Then I met Vinna. Then I went home and played video games. Then I got a cell phone! *happiness* It’s a pay as you go phone for emergencies. I’m happy. Now I won’t be stranded in random places. Well, after that I showered my stinky self then left for Annandale at 4 to get to my 4:30 class. Surprisingly, It took me only 20 minutes to get there…I did kinda speed a little. But I was late because I couldn’t find the freakin’ building on the other side of the campus. So, I got there, took notes, blah blah blah. Wait-forgot something. When I got in, I was looking for a pen and pulled out a tampon. I didn’t think much about it and put it back in, found a pen then put my bag onto the floor. Then I noticed something fall in slow motion to the floor. A tampon. In plain view. Of the world. There’s some divine force out there that hates me. I discretely picked it up and acted as though nothing happened. The End. Not really. Today, I was sort of on time for my Math class, today only 2 minutes late. Yay! Took an open book, open notes test in 15 minutes, and went home. It was coolies. Then my majah took me for IHOP. Random Rants The US Petroleum off of Church Road, next to 7-11, went up 90 cents over night. I almost bought their gas because I just saw 7-11’s sign that said 2.79 and assumed, that like usual, they were the same price. Wrong 3.55 for unleaded, bitch. Luckily my fairy godmother came and while leaning against her car said “Are you sure you want to get this gas?” “I think so.” “It’s more than 3 dollars.” “Say what?” I looked back at the sign. “Oh my God. I had no idea.” “It’d be cheaper to go to 7-11” “Thank you so much” I have a fairy godmother. |
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| Aug. 24th, 2005 | 11:34 am | ||||||
I’m exhausted. I haven’t the slightest clue as to what possessed me to pick early morning classes-my brain assured me that “it would be healthy for me to wake up early.” What a lying bastard. On Monday I missed my first class, Algebra, which started at 8AM. I woke up on time, thanks to my evil alarm clock, but my brain said to me “Ugh. We hate Sundays.” So I turned off my alarm clock. I woke up at 8:40 AM to my brain screaming “Gotcha, mother fucker! It’s Monday, biatch!” My brain is so spiteful. I made the rest of my classes for the day, Biology and Creative Writing, though I would have missed the latter of the two if I hadn’t been mindlessly flipping through a catalogue and looked to what time the class began. It was in two hours. Damn it. My biology class seems nice. I have Larisa in it as well as Jeff Roman and Kim Pope. The only thing I have to worry about is falling asleep in class. But I think I’ll survive. My creative writing class is awesome. I have a suspicion that I’m the baby of the class, as most of the people have been there for a while. But it’s such an open class, much like Mr. Leckie’s class only more mature. Sigh. I miss my old English class. Perhaps I shall visit some teachers. The next day, I only had one class, Introduction to Speech and Communications. I was late, of course, but my teacher didn’t say anything. I guess that’s the plus side of college, not being bitched at for half the class. The teacher seems nice, a lot like Ms. Bartow. For the life of me, I can’t recall her name. After class, I went home and slept. Woke up, went to Target with my mom, went home and slept some more. It was wonderful. Today, I woke up at 6:40, showered in my rusty shower-Note to self: Clean-and then thanks to my car having a flat and no spare, was forced to rely upon my mother to drive me. It wasn’t that bad and I made it to Algebra. It turns out Ben Parker and Rocky are in there. I greeted them and began to take notes. After a few minutes I realized how hideously easy it was. So I did some homework I missed and fell asleep. Ben Parker poked me awake later, but I found that I had been stuck in some sort of Time Warp, and it was only 8:45. Sigh. So, I zoned out for the rest of the class. Had my first quiz, one problem, and then left. The teacher seems nice though. I feel sorry for him that he has to teach this class. It’s so…dull. He’s like Mr. Cook mixed with Ms. Bawiec, and a touch of Mr. Rogers added in. It’s a different combination but works. I didn’t get a chance to talk with Rocky or Ben as they left quickly-I wish I had though. I could have bummed Rocky for a ride as I had nothing to do for the next 5 hours. No joke. So I headed to the library and found a chair and slept until 11. After my nap I found the couch, which would have helped greatly, but someone had already claimed it. Tomorrow it shall be mine. I have to meet Vinna for lunch in 15 minutes, so I should probably go. I managed to ditch her-on accident!- and she’s I owe her major for being so patient. Ciao Duckies. |
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| Aug. 18th, 2005 | 04:59 am | ||||||
We arrived at the beach last Sunday. Longest. Car. Ride. Ever. My dad thought we could fit 5 people’s luggage into a single vehicle. Wrong. We were cramped-Amanda had to share a seat with a surfboard and Matt had to share a seat with pretty much all the luggage. I managed to escape, except that I was cramped from my backpack that I brought to pass the time. When we got here, Amanda and I unpacked then walked down to the beach. It was dark by then and a fog covered the beach. It was awesome in a mother-nature-eerie way. I loved it. Monday, we went shopping for a bit. I didn’t feel well and fell asleep later. I don’t remember much after that. Tuesday, after checking online for the time of sunrise, Amanda and I awoke at 5:15 to watch the sunrise. Lo’ and behold, the sun does not rise at 5:15. Later, after Amanda caught up on her sleep, we went swimming, after I checked online as to whether or not menstrual blood attracts sharks. That was my main fear with swimming. I knew sharks were attracted by blood and had no intention of remaking Jaws. But as it turns out they aren’t attracted by that and some scientists speculate as to whether or not they may be repelled by the smell. Excellent. So, we swam for a bit and then fell asleep on the beach for a few hours. Came home to find my Grandparents here. My grandmother brought huge amounts of food, proudly telling me that she had been awake from midnite to six cooking. I told her I wasn’t surprised. For some reason, my grandma believes that we starve half the time. But I love her and forced down turkey, mashed potatoes, and cake. Ha-In actuality, there wasn’t much “forcing”. It was quite good. Today, woke up, read/lounged around. I was about to go swimming by I didn’t feel well. Then my grandma, mom, Amanda, and I ate CRABS GALORE!!! It was so good. Amanda doesn’t really eat crabs, but she was overjoyed to be given a hammer and a chance to smash crab shells. Everyone was happy. Then we went shopping, came home to find the door locked, found an open window, made Amanda crawl through, read some more, got ice cream, finished Harry Potter and here I am. Tired. Bored. With cramps. But all in all it’s been good. Despite the cramps. Oh dear god the cramps. Oh yes, NOVA decided to call with less than a week before school starts to tell me that my Abnormal Psychology class has been canceled due to low enrollment. Thanks NOVA for the update-Don’t mind me, I’ll find a non-existent class opening. The only one is in Annandale. Thank you NOVA. Now I must get approved and blah blah blah crap all over. Son of a Bitch. |
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| Aug. 13th, 2005 | 11:42 pm | ||||||
I hate mood swings. I hate life. I just want to sleep-forever. Love me Duckies. |
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| Aug. 6th, 2005 | 11:23 pm | ||||||
My Dad and brother went to South Carolina. Yay! My mom and I have the house to ourselves. We bought ice cream today and just hang out. It's wonderful. School starts in two weeks. I must get my books and stuff. I shall be prepared! First I have Algebra and then later in the day, Biology. I can't wait. Also, I must be on time! I shall make it....My class is at 8 ish.. I figured that waking up in the morning will be a good habit-I'll regret it later. But on the bright side, I have only one class in the morning on Fridays and no classes on the weekends. It's wonderful. The other day I was daydreaming and came up with a wonderful fairytale but I don't really want to share. I'm still trying to make it into words. Then I shall write a story about it. But it involves a curse, art, a princess, and fairies. Ciao, mis amors. |
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| Jul. 8th, 2005 | 02:56 pm | ||||||
Scratch that, reverse it. I’ve been setting up for NOVA as of late. I took my english placement test Reading: 99/99 Writing: 99/99 Yay! I could try for honors, but I’m unsure. I’m going to see a couselor in half an hour to help me decide. I took my math with Jeffiroth-It was killer man. I hate Algebra, poo. Well, here’s what I got. Pre-Algebra: 99/99 Algebra: 21/99 Damn algebra. I understand nada! and on top of it, it was on computer-who the devil does math via computer? I’ve been watching movies as of late. I saw a foreign film called “A Tale of Two Sisters” It was great. It was mind-boggling, very cryptic. Not to much scary as brilliantly shocking. I saw Hide and Seek, the movie Beth Wilson ruined in Psychology by telling everyone the ending. Poo upon her. But it was pretty good nonetheless. I love Robert Deniro. Then I saw for the very first time “Charley and the Chocolate Factory”. It was really good! I’m disappointed that I hadn’t seen it before hand, but seeing it now allowed me to appreciate the satire and stuff. I can’t wait to see Johnny Depp’s version of Wonka-He seems to base it more upon the book, more sinister and creepy. I love him! <3 Well, I’m off to NOVA to speak with a counselor. First I have to drop by Janice to give her some books to read-she’s stuck at home with family. Ciao o’ neglected journal of mine! Parting is such sweet sorrow! |
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| Jun. 24th, 2005 | 05:05 pm | ||||||
For so long I have neglected you! I don’t feel like recalling the past so I’ll go with the most recent event: Graduation. I awoke at 6:30 ish. Showered and did all my crap before speeding off to the Patriot center. I was scared that I would be late, but I was only late by half an hour and I had half an hour to spare until the true graduation. Graduation itself went quickly. I was scared of two things: 1) I would trip 2) I would become so bored and end up doing something dreadfully stupid. Thank god, neither happened. Got my diploma though the stupid woman said my name wrong. God damn her. Gah. [explicits] Afterwards I invited everyone to come over…and no one came. Meh, no surprise. So, after waiting an hour for my guests I fell asleep. Woot for meeee. My grandma and I are taking an art class on “Sumi-e” an asian art thingy. I stayed the night over so I could catch up as I missed a class. I think I’m doing fairly well. It’s fun ^_^ |
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| May. 20th, 2005 | 10:35 am | ||||||
[Scene opens and it’s raining. Camera zooms in on the window of the Olive Garden where a group of teens are sitting and laughing. MICHELLE, KAITLYN, DAVID, DAVE, LISA, and JANIFER are eating and talking.] LISA: After prom we should go Cosmic Bowling! It’ll be [gestures quotations] “da shiznit”. [Everyone laughs then goes on to their own conversations. DAVID and DAVE are talking and KAITLYN, LISA, and JANIFER are talking. MICHELLE is quiet, concentrating on her food. The sound turns to a drone and all that can be heard is the rain. MICHELLE excuses herself to the bathroom. On her way, she decides she needs some air and walks out of the restaurant and stands under the canopy. Camera moves to the sky where a few stars are showing through a gap in the clouds. A shooting star streaks past and MICHELLE’s holds her breath.] MICHELLE: I wish I someone to spend this day with. [Suddenly there’s the sound of footsteps] MICHELLE: Hello? VOICE FROM THE DARKNESS: Michelle? [Camera zooms on a dark figure. Olive skin and black curls, he’s dressed in a suit. He’s gorgeous. MICHELLE looks shocked and steps back.] HOT-T: We don’t really know each other that well, but I can’t get you out of my head. We met at the library, about two weeks ago. I thought you were gorgeous, but I couldn’t speak-you stole my breath. MICHELLE: [shyly] I remember you…Why are you here now? HOT-T: I heard of your school prom and I just followed my heart. I felt I had to stop here and look. I don’t know why I’m truly here-maybe I love you. But I have to see you this night. MICHELLE: I-I don’t know what to say. You’re…the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen…but what can we do? You don’t have a ticket to my prom and my friends are waiting for me… HOT-T: We’ll figure something out but for now [the violin music from Olive Garden grows louder] Can I have this dance? [HOT-T extends his hand and wordlessly MICHELLE takes it. They walk under the streetlight in the rain and begin to waltz, their eyes never leaving each other. All that can be heard is the rain and the music. The camera zooms out slowly and then turns to the sky-thousands upon thousands of shooting stars streak across the sky.] END SCENE sigh |
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| May. 9th, 2005 | 10:18 pm | ||||||
I read some more Francesca Lia Block stories. I love her books. They're so magical. I know it's odd to say it, but reading her books and learning her characters paints me a picture of what I want to be when I grow up. Books I wants mucho. Ecstasia Primavera Wasteland Guarding the Moon Nymph Echo Violet and Claire (I own it...But I lost it-It's one of my favorite books) Dangerous Angels Girl Goddess #9 Wine Scene Necklace of Kisses Goat Girls Beautiful Boys All of these are by Francesca Lisa Block. I wish to place high importance on any books that involves enchantments or fairies and the like. Love me Duckies-Being materialistic is a tornado of fear and ecstacy. Mishi |
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| May. 7th, 2005 | 11:34 am | ||||||
I woke up yesterday at 6:30. Amanda kidnapped me and took me to IHOP where I had DIVINE pancakes. We picked up laura and then went to school. Nancy baked me a giant cooke. She's so awesome. In third period I went to the bathroom. Upon my return everyone looked at me and then Stanley goes "Sing everyone!" They sang happy birthday to me! *happiness* I guess my face looked funny because Stanley then yelled "She's going to cry!" Thank you little asian child-you will pay greatly. But I was fine. In fourth period, we got to use computers and watch Monty Python. I IMed Lisa on Myspace-though she was right beside me-and tried to get her in a pokemon battle. So, I went to pokemon.com, played game. I discovered a feature that allowed pokemon. Being the discrete imp I am, I plugged in my head phones and danced to the pokemon theme song. I saw Leslie looking at me funny. That's when I realized.... My headphones weren't completely plugged in. Hahaha...How embarrassing...Stupid headphones. But all was well and I was only called a freak a few times. After school, I went with Laura and Tanjil to get my nose ring. I managed to get an appointment for 9 o'clock. Went home, went to Red Robin, (yum) and then opened presents with my grandparents, parents, and brother. I got some stuff for my bike, money, and X-BOX live. Oh yeah. I sped over to the piercing place right after, as i was late, and ran a toll booth thingy, as it only accepted credit cards. Those bastards. Well, that was my first illegal act of being 18. The people at Insane Ink were -so- nice. The piercing hurt like a bitch. It was like part of my brain didn't believe I was doing it-but when the needle went in, all doubt was gone. I almost puked. But it was worth it. It's so cute! For those who don't know what to get my for my birthday.... The Fat Girl's Guide To Life - Available at Borders, paperback. The GetBackers-Manga-#'s 3-current. I already have the first two. Gift Card for H&M, Borders, or anywhere else you'd think i would like. Anything with Faeries or the supernatural. Love me Duckies, Mishi Nose ring, 18, biatches... |
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| May. 1st, 2005 | 07:18 pm | ||||||
Woke up at 9 ish, before I was forced into child slavery by my majah. Cleaned the kitchen, sun room, my room, living room, and dining room, until 2 o'clock when I fled to my room and played Morrowind. My brother rented Darkness. A part of me died watching that movie. It was terrible. Horrible. Ugh. I'd rather not revisit that memory, though here's a quote from my majah. "It's just one of those books you have to watch" I love my mum. Talked to Lorianne. She's moving back to VA in the summer. I can't wait. She has her exam today/tomorrow-the whole time thingy with here and Korea confuses me-and was completely unprepared for her English exam. She told me "I'm going to put on neon orange eyeliner because I heard that it'll distract other people and give me a high percentage score." She makes me smile. Saturday I got my class ring. It's gorgeous. It's a triangle cut emerald with a white gold twisted band. I love it and it fits perfectly. Friday Six flags! Ran around, rode some rides, blah blah blah. Lisa, Stephanie, and I went on a water ride-we're so smart! I thought it would be like one of those sissy Kings Dominion rides, when you get sprinkled. I was drenched. It was awesome. It was only slightly freezing. Fun stuff. I tried to do my project but I didn't know how. I asked a bitch for help, and she took my paper and told me: Why don't you read the directions? Been there, done that bitch. I asked for help once more and she said she didn't know. As she handed me my paper, I said "Thank you" she said "I don't know why you're saying thank you." Well, Bitch, it's called common courtesy. I was under the impression that you atleast tried to help. Bitch. Ugh-people make me angry. I can't decide whether or not I want to ask "Boy X" to Prom. I'll wait until my birthday. I won't mention it until friday. If he remembers, I'll ask him. If he doesn't, then I'll go stag. If anyone knows who Boy X is and whether or not he likes me, speak now or my humiliation will be on your hands. On another note, I got my letter I wrote in eighth grade back. I remember, I didn't write much as Whitney, Amy, and Leah had destroyed all the ideas I had put on paper. I didn't know what I had put, but when I read it, the last sentence jumped out in me: "No matter what Whitney or Amy says, I will be President and an actress." Ha! If it was relevant right now, I would march up to her and shake my finger in her face and say "BITCH!!" I win. Love, Me. |
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| Apr. 19th, 2005 | 09:38 pm | ||||||
One side, the female accumulated many allies-they were hidden until the peak of battle in which her wrath was unleashed in a fury of psychic power and her army surged forth. Her opposite stood the male. He was alone, his hands uncalloused, far from the hands of a warrior. However, he had the mindset of one. He raised his hands and called forth the power of the Game. Wind howled, whipping the female's hair into her face. She paid no mind and motioned for her second in command. To be continued... I'm so freakin' bored... |
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| Apr. 18th, 2005 | 10:27 pm | ||||||
"Michelle, you have company!" Immediately, that rules out Amanda, as she would have just barged in, and been at my door banging. So, I went through my mental list of friends: Alex-Usually doesn't come over. Lisa-Same German-same plus no car Kasey-Lives in Leesburg Nothing like going through a mental list of friends to make you realize how lonely you are. Damn. Well, it was Kasey, dropping by-to think I ruled her off my list. So, she kidnapped me to a "Christian Concert" which only had two christian bands. I saw Stalker Chiu and attacked Kasey's steering wheel inorder to honk. So, I introduced Lisa to Kasey and we went in. Here's some events. ( The Sandwich ) ( The Bitches ) This isn't worth it's own clickee part- Played pool, threatened Lisa if she made us lose (I meant it in a loving way! Te amo, Chiu, lo que paso paso!) but in the end, won by default as Kasey hit the eight ball into the corner pocket. Muahaha. ( The Pain ) So, in conclusion, I missed school today due to PAIN (Insert random twitching), watched random Drama shows, then topped it off with cartoons. My back hurts, still. |
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| Mar. 28th, 2005 | 11:46 pm | ||||||
Unfortunately, it was the same client that annihilated my computer downstairs. I never learn. Today: Fairly uneventful. Rotted until second period, in which a liter of pepsi and Starbucks Mocha kicked in, resulting in my riverdancing on James's paper. It was comforting. For the rest of the period, I tormented people and procastinated. I attempted to inform people about the earthquake that happened in Indonesia, again, same place, but there's a wall of information there. Third period led to a discovery: ( I'm completely screwed in government ) Moving on. English passed agonizingly slow. It was like being trapped in a vortex. I entertained myself by making faces at Bobby and Nick. We're reading Othello-A major pain in my brain. I guess its good, but I dislike old english. After school, time froze as practice came. Competition is this Saturday, so we must work our ass off for the rest of the week. I'm too lazy for that -_-. I drove Kenan, Amanda, Nancy, and Daniel Oh home. Fun stuff, as the roads had flooded and my car's defogger rebelled and visibility was at a minimum. But hey, just another day, in my life. And this client is working out fairly well... Love me, Duckies. |
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| Mar. 27th, 2005 | 03:34 am | ||||||
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted- nevermore! Hello, Oracle. Did you think I had abandoned you in my search for life? I find myself home. Alone. Left to my own thoughts. Meditation leads to sleep, which is unguided. There is no reflecting upon life when I dream. It’s like tangent after tangent, an infinite mangrove tree (I believe that’s the tree-I saw it once in Puerto Rico, it was beautifully flawed) Despite the confusions and the like, I have found a zest for life. Or rather I’m trying for one. I’m trying to think positive about life, be more active. Spring break is almost over-Let’s do a quick time line: Saturday Had to work-Fun stuff…only not. Lazed around until work began-got home at 11 ish Sunday Day off of everything-complete hibernation. It was wonderful. Monday> Amanda and I had intended to go to the Mountains-but my car is still REJECTED (that’s right, I failed the inspection…DON”T JUDGE ME!)And despite my temporary sticker, mis padres said “no”. So, I SHOPPED, till I dropped. I got a really nice skirt-I’m not quite a skirt person/overly feminine, but I like it-and a few tops. My shopping spree of the century with less that 40 spent-I’m so stingy. Tuesday Again, Amanda and I tried to do something. But Chanel called up and said she was sick and asked if I could work for her-In return, she would take my Friday shift I had been trying to get rid of (Managers said that “In order to get a day off, notify 1 week in advance” What they really mean is one month) Went, conquered, la dee da. Wednesday Worked once more-My last day, as I had quit. Discovered why my boss had been missing for two days-She managed to get mugged and they beat the crap out of her. Those bastards should have their testicles torn off. Said “adios” to Walter and went home. My family was supposed to leave when I got home, but we managed to procastinate in to… Thursday Again, true to Echevarria tradition, we waited until 7PM to leave. I slept on the way there and went to bed. I LOVE MARRIOT! My brother finally gave up the bed-he slept on the caught and it felt so good. Friday My brother, Dad and I went to FalseCape, some little park. It was a cold –dreary- day. Everything was gray and devoid of all life. At first we were going to Falsecape (only accesable by walking or boat) when it dawned upon us a)How heavy the sky looked and b) how far. 4 Miles and a good chance of rain took us on a different trail along the beach which was…interesting. It was nice, for the sake of walking, but it was just gray sky, endless sand, and dead shrubs. Not even any good shells. We went back to the hotel, got lost, and made a random detour to a giant ape and race car track, in which I held 1st place until my dad passed me on a stretch (he had the faster car) and my OWN BROTHER T-boned me, making me skid and lose place. The little bugger. Dinner was at the Jewish Mother a nice little bar/restaurant. It was pleasant. We made fun of the waiter (jokingly) as for the 1st time in the history of a world, in respond to “What are your specials?” he said “Good question.” It was great. I had a DIVINE milk shake so rich, I can only scratch the surface in describing it and chicken quesadillas which weren’t all that good, but I was starving. Then we all went to bed, and I was given the cot. Think my Mom has sleep apnea because at random, she’ll hold her breathe when she’s sleeping-I know this by her rhythmic snoring suddenly ceasing-and then suddenly she’ll snore(gasp in snore form-I dunno what you would call it but it’s like she gulping for air and snoring at the same time) for air and return to her rhythmic snoring. Saturday Last day of vacation. My dad took my to the Edward Casey Museum. I had so much fun! I went to the library, read books about vampires, demons, and oracles. It was wonderful. Then we took to meditation class-again, remember the meditation to sleep bit and that basically sums it up. I hate unguided meditation. At least gimme something to work with when I’m meditating-don’t just say a random object and then let me go. I need to ground myself first. Then we went to the gift shop, browsed and Dad bought me a DIVINE brownie. It was delicious. It was the greatest thing I ever tasted, as far as brownies go. We took to walk in the meditation garden, thought it was kinda boring, but pleasant. My dad pulled his “little bite” bit with my brownie and ate a third of it…the bugger. But it was a good brownie, nonetheless. We drove home in silence, without fighting until we had to take bathroom breaks, in which it was a battle to get my Dad to pull over. He can be pretty stubborn at times. Then it was silence, and I fell asleep. I immediately became cranky when my brother woke me up (I hate it when people wake me up…-_- They suffer my wrath) but it quickly passed as I saw my Cookie. She was happy to see up and jumped around. She’s such a cool dog. I immediately went to the computer, checked up with my friends, called Amanda, went for a walk with her, went to Jeff’s house, saw his PSP, playing video games and went home. So now I’m here, falling asleep at the computer as yet another person tells me of his PSP. Grrr…I’m happy with my old school game boy and pokemon. |
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