Wu-oh. Lately my life has been extremely busy. With what? I have no clue. I have little "down time," but not much to show for it. I hate it when people ask me what I've been "up to." Because, although I'm extremely busy, I haven't been "up to" anything that's cool enough to talk about.
I babysit a lot, I clean some houses, I sit some houses and dogs, I volunteer at the pregnancy center (only because my mom is directing, I'm not an amazing person,) I'm involved with church stuff, I workout three times a week with Allie, and sometimes find the time to hang out with friends. I rarely see my family, there are times when we are all home, but we're all busy doing things other than interacting with each other.
I really love being busy but I miss the times when I didn't have to check my day planner to see if I could go to a movie this weekend. Seriously, I have to carry a day planner. How lame is that? A seventeen year old with a day planner. Honestly, get a life.
My kitten died this weekend. That was lame.
My friend got into a really bad car accident and had her baby prematurely. That was lame.
My friend and the baby are both okay. That's really amazing.
I've been worrying a lot lately about my future. Being a senior, I'm going to have to seriously start considering colleges which means I need to think about what I want to do so that I can find the college that will best fit my needs. I'm really torn over this. The two things that I'm passionate about are not things that are necessarily easy to make a living with.
If I go with the vocal performance, which is what I love to do most, I have no clue what I'd end up doing in the long run. Sure, there are quite a few different options, but it's not the most steady route. Not to mention that I'm not even close to being confident enough to pursue it. So many people have told me that this is really what I should be doing. Sometimes I just don't buy it. I don't believe in myself. I also don't have nearly enough knowledge to know where to start with this or what would be my best options....
If I go with the art, I dunno...that's more of a hobby thing that I go through spurts with. I love to do it, but I'm not sure if I'd get tired of it. Whatever I end up doing, I want it to be what I love, I'm not going to settle. I'm also not confident enough in my art skills to go after this. All I know is what I taught myself and the few things that I learned in a few semesters of classes. Art is not always a very steady route either.
I have no clue.
I'll leave it up to the big guy. If he lets you in on any of this, will you please let me know?
I know everything'll work out but right now all I'm doing is freaking out.
Well, I might have been up till early this morning playing DDR and watching horrible movies with Jenny, which means I'm tired.
Yeah, whatever.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Friday, June 02, 2006
Hey, Jenny...Just stop it, okay?
Well, the reason that I haven't posted anything in quite some time is because I have nothing to post about.
Nothing that would interest you, anyway.
I don't have time to think about important stuff these days, too busy worrying about trivial things that won't matter after breakfast tomorrow morning. Too busy in general. I'm okay with it.
Well, here's a quote for ya. To all those who are easily offended by foul language: I'm sorry. But seriously, this is somewhat of a funny quote.
"We're not going to some white collar resort prison. No, no, no! We're going to Federal POUND ME IN THE ASS prison!"
Nothing that would interest you, anyway.
I don't have time to think about important stuff these days, too busy worrying about trivial things that won't matter after breakfast tomorrow morning. Too busy in general. I'm okay with it.
Well, here's a quote for ya. To all those who are easily offended by foul language: I'm sorry. But seriously, this is somewhat of a funny quote.
"We're not going to some white collar resort prison. No, no, no! We're going to Federal POUND ME IN THE ASS prison!"
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
I lettered? In cosmetology?
So...I went to this awards ceremony today for Pickens.
It was pretty much a waste of my night. I got an "Academic Excellence" certificate....y'know..4.0in' it up. And..I lettered. In cosmetology. I guess. That's pretty weird/lame.
The lamest part of it all is that they had a bucket of roses on the stage the whole time, which clearly weren't for decoration, or they would have been nicely arranged in a VASE...but they never gave those out.
Dumb.
At least I got a free dinner out of it.
It was pretty much a waste of my night. I got an "Academic Excellence" certificate....y'know..4.0in' it up. And..I lettered. In cosmetology. I guess. That's pretty weird/lame.
The lamest part of it all is that they had a bucket of roses on the stage the whole time, which clearly weren't for decoration, or they would have been nicely arranged in a VASE...but they never gave those out.
Dumb.
At least I got a free dinner out of it.
Monday, March 13, 2006
mm. Poland.
So today I downloaded Picasa....I'm a fan. You should check it out. www.picasa.com It found all of my old pictures that I have been looking for. I found my Poland pictures, they bring back a ton of great memories, I almost want to go back just lookin
g at them. That was such an amazing trip, it was basically just a ton of fun. It's amazing how pictures can bring up a ton of emotions. At least that's the effect that they have on me. I really love pictures....they remind me of so many things, good and bad. Either way, they equal amazingness.
Anyways, here's a little ol' baby collage of a few of my Berlin/Poland pictures. Enjoy.
p.s. It's a good thing I'm always so tall.
g at them. That was such an amazing trip, it was basically just a ton of fun. It's amazing how pictures can bring up a ton of emotions. At least that's the effect that they have on me. I really love pictures....they remind me of so many things, good and bad. Either way, they equal amazingness.Anyways, here's a little ol' baby collage of a few of my Berlin/Poland pictures. Enjoy.
p.s. It's a good thing I'm always so tall.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
meh.
I had a client today. It went relatively well, she seemed happy with her cut. I guess it was somewhat difficult, as I was nervous (it was my first real client by myself) and I was so hungry that I was shaky...but, I got through it. And...my instructor said I did a good job. And...I got a two dollar tip. Gotta love those little old ladies.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Here's your post.
I have nothing to write about. Everyone that reads this already knows everything that goes on in my life. If you don't, it doesn't matter. I'm not in a creative mood, and even if I were, I can't write worth crap. I don't have pictures to share with you. If you want to see a few new ones, check my my "space". If you don't have one, get over it. I'm not in an argumentative mood, so I won't be writing about any controversial matters. Blogs are lame.
I'm full.
I'm full.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
what are my lines?
Help me to believe in the transformation you've made in me.
Show me the pure heart you say I have.
Show it to others through my life.
Get rid of my purple water, stained and contaminated with lies and deceit.
Make it clear again, you alone have the power to do so.
Give me my lines in this play of yours, this epic story that I'm proud to be cast in.
Choreograph my steps, but give me some freedom to stumble and learn.
I know there's been a collision, help me to believe and live it out.
Give me my lines, that's all I need.
Show me the pure heart you say I have.
Show it to others through my life.
Get rid of my purple water, stained and contaminated with lies and deceit.
Make it clear again, you alone have the power to do so.
Give me my lines in this play of yours, this epic story that I'm proud to be cast in.
Choreograph my steps, but give me some freedom to stumble and learn.
I know there's been a collision, help me to believe and live it out.
Give me my lines, that's all I need.
Monday, October 17, 2005
We suck.
Last Sunday morning at CREW, Ryan spoke about the mission of "the church." He talked about the fact that we focus on the church so much, instead of the mission...when it should really be the other way around. He's so right. Without the mission, there is no church, so why are we so worried about tightening up the church, and becoming a close body of believers? Granted, that's not harmful in most circumstances, it's when that takes priority over reaching out to the lost that it really screws things up.
"But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth." Acts 1.8
When did we forget about that part of this thing we call Christianity? Why is it all about us?
Remember....it's not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick....why are we medicating those who don't need it? Our efforts could be put to much better use elsewhere.
In small group last week, we kind of did a follow up, and just went deeper into discussion about all of this. One of the questions we discussed is "Is there anyone that you would not want to bring to church?" and what most of us agreed on in regards to this is yes. It's not because we would be embarassed for said person we are bringing, but for how they might be treated. Honestly, I'm guilty of it too, maybe I'm not as upfront about it as some people are, but my first reaction, when I see someone in the church who may not look like they "belong," is to have judgemental thoughts about them.
So what do we do about this? We don't bring "these kinds" of people to the church for fear that they will feel out of place. They probably will because we have gotten so used to our little group of Christians who puts on their cute Sunday clothes and brushes their hair for church. We go through the motions.....it's all the same. We need to get the church used to people like this......there are people all around us who are not even close to looking like we do or acting like we act. Guess what, guys? THAT'S OK!!! *gasp* You mean people with facial piercings and mohawks can actually come to church? You mean a teenage girl who's pregnant is allowed in church?!
It's true, get used to it. Now, how can we bring these people in without other judgemental people ruining their first experience in a place that is supposed to be loving and accepting? I don't know, and that bothers me. Alot.
Gimme your thoughts.
Why are we so freaking lame?
"But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth." Acts 1.8
When did we forget about that part of this thing we call Christianity? Why is it all about us?
Remember....it's not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick....why are we medicating those who don't need it? Our efforts could be put to much better use elsewhere.
In small group last week, we kind of did a follow up, and just went deeper into discussion about all of this. One of the questions we discussed is "Is there anyone that you would not want to bring to church?" and what most of us agreed on in regards to this is yes. It's not because we would be embarassed for said person we are bringing, but for how they might be treated. Honestly, I'm guilty of it too, maybe I'm not as upfront about it as some people are, but my first reaction, when I see someone in the church who may not look like they "belong," is to have judgemental thoughts about them.
So what do we do about this? We don't bring "these kinds" of people to the church for fear that they will feel out of place. They probably will because we have gotten so used to our little group of Christians who puts on their cute Sunday clothes and brushes their hair for church. We go through the motions.....it's all the same. We need to get the church used to people like this......there are people all around us who are not even close to looking like we do or acting like we act. Guess what, guys? THAT'S OK!!! *gasp* You mean people with facial piercings and mohawks can actually come to church? You mean a teenage girl who's pregnant is allowed in church?!
It's true, get used to it. Now, how can we bring these people in without other judgemental people ruining their first experience in a place that is supposed to be loving and accepting? I don't know, and that bothers me. Alot.
Gimme your thoughts.
Why are we so freaking lame?
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Ice cream soup
He's the one I look up to, literally and figuratively...I'm pretty short.
He's the one that fights off testosterone filled boys for me in a room with cement walls and a single light bulb.
He's the one who twists my name until it's unrecognizable (Natalie>Natalus>Talus>Alus>Alice)
He's the one that is always willing to listen.
He's the one who will take part in the ridiculous language made up by my sisters and I.
He's the one who gets excited when his hair is long and he can feel it when he shakes his head.
He also gets upset when he washes it and it doesn't look as long.
He's the one that's unselfish with his time when it comes to friends.
He's the one who's laugh is explosive, and when he really gets going, his shoulders dance.
He's the one who will envelope you with his hugs.
He's the one who encourages and advises me in everything.
He's the one who keeps silly things like his "birthday" present (the glasses..."good for getting the girls")
He's the one who will have ice cream soup with you***
He's the one who will help you find good in bad.
He's the one I feel like I can call my big brother.
***I actually don't really remember exactly how this came to be, I think we agreed to get coffee when you came home from school, but you told my mom you would take me for ice cream (??) so we put the two together....
He's the one that fights off testosterone filled boys for me in a room with cement walls and a single light bulb.
He's the one who twists my name until it's unrecognizable (Natalie>Natalus>Talus>Alus>Alice)
He's the one that is always willing to listen.
He's the one who will take part in the ridiculous language made up by my sisters and I.
He's the one who gets excited when his hair is long and he can feel it when he shakes his head.
He also gets upset when he washes it and it doesn't look as long.
He's the one that's unselfish with his time when it comes to friends.
He's the one who's laugh is explosive, and when he really gets going, his shoulders dance.
He's the one who will envelope you with his hugs.
He's the one who encourages and advises me in everything.
He's the one who keeps silly things like his "birthday" present (the glasses..."good for getting the girls")
He's the one who will have ice cream soup with you***
He's the one who will help you find good in bad.
He's the one I feel like I can call my big brother.
***I actually don't really remember exactly how this came to be, I think we agreed to get coffee when you came home from school, but you told my mom you would take me for ice cream (??) so we put the two together....
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Who Understands Me but Me
I found this poem in my Lit book and for some reason I really like it.
They turn the water off, so I live without water,
they build walls higher, so I live without treetops,
they paint the windows black, so I live without sunshine,
they lock my cage, so I live without going anywhere,
they take each last tear I have, I live without tears,
they take my heart and rip it open, I live without heart,
they take my life and crush it, so I live without a future,
they say I am beastly and fiendish, so I have no friends,
they stop up each hope, so I have no passage out of hell,
they give me pain, so I live with pain,
they give me hate, so I live with my hate,
they have changed me, and I am not the same man,
they give me no shower, so I live with my smell,
they separate me from my brothers, so I live without brothers,
who understands me when I say this is beautiful?
who understands me when I say I have found other freedoms?
I cannot fly or make something appear in my hand,
I cannot make the heavens open or the earth tremble,
I can live with myself, and I am amazed at myself, my love, my beauty,
I am taken by my failures, astounded by my fears,
I am stubborn and childish,
in the midst of this wreckage of life they incurred,
I practice being myself,
and I have found parts of myself never dreamed of by me,
they were goaded out from under rocks in my heart
when the walls were built higher,
when the water was turned off and the windows painted black.
I followed these signs
like an old tracker and followed the tracks deep into myself,
followed the blood-spotted path,
deeper into dangerous regions, and found so many parts of myself,
who taught me water is not everything,
and gave me new eyes to see through walls,
and when they spoke, sunlight came out of their mouths,
and I was laughing at me with them,
wel aughed like children and made pacts to always be loyal,
who understands me when I say this is beautiful?
-Jimmy Santiago Baca
They turn the water off, so I live without water,
they build walls higher, so I live without treetops,
they paint the windows black, so I live without sunshine,
they lock my cage, so I live without going anywhere,
they take each last tear I have, I live without tears,
they take my heart and rip it open, I live without heart,
they take my life and crush it, so I live without a future,
they say I am beastly and fiendish, so I have no friends,
they stop up each hope, so I have no passage out of hell,
they give me pain, so I live with pain,
they give me hate, so I live with my hate,
they have changed me, and I am not the same man,
they give me no shower, so I live with my smell,
they separate me from my brothers, so I live without brothers,
who understands me when I say this is beautiful?
who understands me when I say I have found other freedoms?
I cannot fly or make something appear in my hand,
I cannot make the heavens open or the earth tremble,
I can live with myself, and I am amazed at myself, my love, my beauty,
I am taken by my failures, astounded by my fears,
I am stubborn and childish,
in the midst of this wreckage of life they incurred,
I practice being myself,
and I have found parts of myself never dreamed of by me,
they were goaded out from under rocks in my heart
when the walls were built higher,
when the water was turned off and the windows painted black.
I followed these signs
like an old tracker and followed the tracks deep into myself,
followed the blood-spotted path,
deeper into dangerous regions, and found so many parts of myself,
who taught me water is not everything,
and gave me new eyes to see through walls,
and when they spoke, sunlight came out of their mouths,
and I was laughing at me with them,
wel aughed like children and made pacts to always be loyal,
who understands me when I say this is beautiful?
-Jimmy Santiago Baca
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Myspace is the new blogspot.
I hate that I haven't been able to hang out with my friends for a long time.
I love that I went to that tight conference, I learned a lot.
I hate that a lot of my friends are gone, and in college.
I love that a lot of my other friends are here, even though I haven't seen them in forever.
I hate that Eli still has my sunglasses.
I love that I don't have to go to school until 12:15 every day.
I hate that my chem class is on Tuesday and Thursday nights.
I love that they record tnl and make it readily available online so I can still listen to it.
I hate that I don't have a job.
I love that I don't have a job.
I hate that I don't have money.
I love that I got into voice lessons with scary Norwegian lady.
I hate how hard it's going to be.
I love how hard it's going to be.
I hate how I've been feeling ache-y all day.
I love that I've been singing all day (I went platinum, y'know.)
I hate that everyone's in school, so that means we don't get to hang out as long on school nights.
I love that when we do hang out, we do things like karaoke revolution and gymnastics.
I hate that I haven't babysat in forever.
I love kids.
I hate that my sister took the cool curling iron that makes my hair "crunchy"....I like that one.
I love that I have my own bathroom now, it's a lot cleaner.
I hate that I'm the only child, too much attention.
I love where life is going.....I think.
I love that I went to that tight conference, I learned a lot.
I hate that a lot of my friends are gone, and in college.
I love that a lot of my other friends are here, even though I haven't seen them in forever.
I hate that Eli still has my sunglasses.
I love that I don't have to go to school until 12:15 every day.
I hate that my chem class is on Tuesday and Thursday nights.
I love that they record tnl and make it readily available online so I can still listen to it.
I hate that I don't have a job.
I love that I don't have a job.
I hate that I don't have money.
I love that I got into voice lessons with scary Norwegian lady.
I hate how hard it's going to be.
I love how hard it's going to be.
I hate how I've been feeling ache-y all day.
I love that I've been singing all day (I went platinum, y'know.)
I hate that everyone's in school, so that means we don't get to hang out as long on school nights.
I love that when we do hang out, we do things like karaoke revolution and gymnastics.
I hate that I haven't babysat in forever.
I love kids.
I hate that my sister took the cool curling iron that makes my hair "crunchy"....I like that one.
I love that I have my own bathroom now, it's a lot cleaner.
I hate that I'm the only child, too much attention.
I love where life is going.....I think.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Friday, July 29, 2005
back by popular demand
Only because I got a very threatening email....
"I'm really sick of clicking on your link every day and seeing "emo-man." Please, snooky. Do something with this life of yours. end. "
....am I back.
I don't even like blogging. At all. It's stupid for me to just recount what I did today, and I don't have writing ability, not worth mentioning or posting for that matter.
Let's go over some random thoughts I'm having.
I really hate it when you are trying to turn (while driving, of course) and so you are waiting for some joker to pass by you on that street that you are waiting to turn onto....and then they end up turning into the same place you are, but don't use their blinker......
I really love eisley and coldplay.
My butt hurts.
I have laundry and packing to do tomorrow.....and I don't wanna.
I'm so freakin' excited for Mexico. The kids are gonna be so much fun, and I will find goods at the market.
I'm listening to kevin's radio broadcast right now....it's pretty silly, I've laughed more than once.
I'm a bit chilly from that 100% natural "Caribbean Mix" popsicle that I just ate, but it was good.
"I'm really sick of clicking on your link every day and seeing "emo-man." Please, snooky. Do something with this life of yours. end. "
....am I back.
I don't even like blogging. At all. It's stupid for me to just recount what I did today, and I don't have writing ability, not worth mentioning or posting for that matter.
Let's go over some random thoughts I'm having.
I really hate it when you are trying to turn (while driving, of course) and so you are waiting for some joker to pass by you on that street that you are waiting to turn onto....and then they end up turning into the same place you are, but don't use their blinker......
I really love eisley and coldplay.
My butt hurts.
I have laundry and packing to do tomorrow.....and I don't wanna.
I'm so freakin' excited for Mexico. The kids are gonna be so much fun, and I will find goods at the market.
I'm listening to kevin's radio broadcast right now....it's pretty silly, I've laughed more than once.
I'm a bit chilly from that 100% natural "Caribbean Mix" popsicle that I just ate, but it was good.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Saturday, June 18, 2005
shoes and cars, all at once
Yesterday was the Laday's night out for Crew..and the guys, only not together. It was quite fun. Us ladays went to the thrift store and were sposed to have a "challenge" for whoever could buy the coolest outfit, but we just ended up buying real stuff.
I found these really freakin cute shoes..and I tried one of 'em on, and it fit perfectly..comfy and everything, so I buy them, right guys? Then I put the other one on in the car...and it's a freakin size bigger. So my left shoe is a nine and my right is an 8...I was thoroughly pissed. The girls assured me that you couldn't tell, so maybe I'll just wear them and one will be a little more loose. Silly silly.
But it's ok, because I have a car now! We went to an auction today and bought me a 97 Explorer sport edition, it's really nice. It has some engine (we think) problems, but even if we have to replace the whole thing, it's worth it, because we only spent 2,400 on it. It's black, I love it. http://www.edmunds.com/used/1997/ford/explorer/13613/photogallery.html?pg_type=SUV&imgsrc=%2Fpictures%2FVEHICLE%2F1997%2FFord%2F13613%2F003673-T.jpg it looks pretty much like that.
Sorry for those of you who have a myspace and have read this twice, maybe you should get a life maybe.
I found these really freakin cute shoes..and I tried one of 'em on, and it fit perfectly..comfy and everything, so I buy them, right guys? Then I put the other one on in the car...and it's a freakin size bigger. So my left shoe is a nine and my right is an 8...I was thoroughly pissed. The girls assured me that you couldn't tell, so maybe I'll just wear them and one will be a little more loose. Silly silly.
But it's ok, because I have a car now! We went to an auction today and bought me a 97 Explorer sport edition, it's really nice. It has some engine (we think) problems, but even if we have to replace the whole thing, it's worth it, because we only spent 2,400 on it. It's black, I love it. http://www.edmunds.com/used/1997/ford/explorer/13613/photogallery.html?pg_type=SUV&imgsrc=%2Fpictures%2FVEHICLE%2F1997%2FFord%2F13613%2F003673-T.jpg it looks pretty much like that.
Sorry for those of you who have a myspace and have read this twice, maybe you should get a life maybe.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
mmm Ewoks
"i want to buy you an ewok so it can walk around with you yup "
Would you please? I would enjoy it's company ever so much.
I have a myspace now....*Boo hiss*
Dang peer pressure again. I don't even write in this..I dunno why I got it.
I thoroughly suck at this game of life.
Thanks for stopping by San Diego.
Would you please? I would enjoy it's company ever so much.
I have a myspace now....*Boo hiss*
Dang peer pressure again. I don't even write in this..I dunno why I got it.
I thoroughly suck at this game of life.
Thanks for stopping by San Diego.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Moore Sucks.
I just watched Farenheit 9/11, nuff said.
He's entitled to his opinion and all, but he doesn't tell the whole truth and that drives me crazy! I don't understand how people can be so stupid as to agree with him.
He's entitled to his opinion and all, but he doesn't tell the whole truth and that drives me crazy! I don't understand how people can be so stupid as to agree with him.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Sick and Tired....literally.
I have a cold, I threw up all night last night, cool, right? It sucks. I'm so tired and out of it.
Courtney's birthday is today 05/05/05...yay! The big 18...er something. I made her a cape, it's TAIIIIIGHT! Seriously....everyone should wear capes. Why don't we?
I've had chipotle 3 times this week and each time it's more glorious, I'm an addict.
I am supposed to be working on "my masterpiece" for art class....I haven't decided if I want to paint it or draw it....and if I do draw it, charcoal or pencil? ajlwkej;lwjefl! Give me ideas people.
I really don't know why I posted, felt like I had to, I guess. I'm gonna go die now.
Courtney's birthday is today 05/05/05...yay! The big 18...er something. I made her a cape, it's TAIIIIIGHT! Seriously....everyone should wear capes. Why don't we?
I've had chipotle 3 times this week and each time it's more glorious, I'm an addict.
I am supposed to be working on "my masterpiece" for art class....I haven't decided if I want to paint it or draw it....and if I do draw it, charcoal or pencil? ajlwkej;lwjefl! Give me ideas people.
I really don't know why I posted, felt like I had to, I guess. I'm gonna go die now.
Friday, April 22, 2005
I'm here.
I have not wanted to post for quite a while because...well....I'm lazy, and don't really have anything to talk about. I lead quite the boring life.
I um..I made a skirt yesterday, that's cool right? I painted three pictures this last week..one of which is Phil...which is weird, but I couldn't find anything better.
I really don't like Courtney lately. I frequently let her know that as well. She has been pmsing for like..the past year, or so it seems. I really just wanna kick her right in the ovaries...GRRR....
I saw Emily at the FT show last friday..and I hadn't seen her for like.....oh say, 8 or 9 months, so that was definitely neato. We are gonna hang out in the evening of tomorrow.
I threw up a little bit tonight, no surprise....I do it a lot. (EWW GROSS!)
I wish I didn't hate Courtney so much.
I really like Tiger Lilys, like in Peter Pan. Only I'm not really talking about the character....I originally meant the flower, but the character is neat too. If anyone feels the need to get me flowers, ever....get me some kind of lily...or orchid...NO ROSES! Roses are for pansies (pun intended)
What's this quote? Huh?! "Leave the gun. Take the cannoli."
I can hear the news downstairs, and a lady in California said she found a finger in her chili at Wendys, and now she's in jail or something.....mmm finger. (Isn't there some kind of cookie type thing called lady fingers?)
I um..I made a skirt yesterday, that's cool right? I painted three pictures this last week..one of which is Phil...which is weird, but I couldn't find anything better.
I really don't like Courtney lately. I frequently let her know that as well. She has been pmsing for like..the past year, or so it seems. I really just wanna kick her right in the ovaries...GRRR....
I saw Emily at the FT show last friday..and I hadn't seen her for like.....oh say, 8 or 9 months, so that was definitely neato. We are gonna hang out in the evening of tomorrow.
I threw up a little bit tonight, no surprise....I do it a lot. (EWW GROSS!)
I wish I didn't hate Courtney so much.
I really like Tiger Lilys, like in Peter Pan. Only I'm not really talking about the character....I originally meant the flower, but the character is neat too. If anyone feels the need to get me flowers, ever....get me some kind of lily...or orchid...NO ROSES! Roses are for pansies (pun intended)
What's this quote? Huh?! "Leave the gun. Take the cannoli."
I can hear the news downstairs, and a lady in California said she found a finger in her chili at Wendys, and now she's in jail or something.....mmm finger. (Isn't there some kind of cookie type thing called lady fingers?)
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