2004-02-24
Ron Stoppable
Which Kim Possible character are you?
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Nooo... I don't wanna be Ronstoppable. Ergh... I suck. Let's try this again.
Ron Stoppable
Which Kim Possible character are you?
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wtf... again?? Going back to quiz page...
Josh
Which Kim Possible character are you?
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I don't want to be this either!! I want to be that rat thing. dangit.
Monique
Which Kim Possible character are you?
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dammit... no rat for me. Sucks.
2004-02-20
Are you happy, Carla?? Another post!! Damn you.
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As Lynnsey would say...
"hehehehe... so evil!!" *grin*
A friend of mine from school was wondering how to do this quiz I was telling her about (I think it's the Dante's Hell one, or something). In order to do this, I had to give her the link to my blog. SHE HAS NOW BEEN CORRUPTED!! BUAHAHAHAHAHA!! 'Nessa will NEVER be the same. kukukukukukukukukukuku (Sorry, you'd have to be Carla or Tannis or Possibly Lynnsey to get that).
Anyone who bothers to read my blog may have noticed that I wrote a story about my adventures as Smack-upside-the-head woman? Well, I realised that there was a serious flaw to my plans! You see, I plan on smacking a lot of people upside the head. People from Buffy, people from Trigun, people from Anita Blake etc. But the thing is, some of these people are seriously scary and psychocotic (think Knives, people). Plus, some of the non-psychotic ones may want to hit back. Which is not fair.
Why is this not fair, you may ask? Because, I don't hit for violent reasons. I deliver smacks of justice and virtue and plain common sense. Smacks that are both rightly deserved and sorely needed by the smackee. How, then, is it right for the smackees, to whom I am doing an invaluable service, to retaliate? Plus, I can't defend myself for sh*t. Yeah.
No need to worry, fear for my personal safety shall not keep me from handing out my smacks of justice. But first...
back at Cheerios corporate headquarters
Cheerios CEO: La la... let's go check the mail. What the... what in the name of all that is honeyey and nutty is all of this?!?!
Cheerios lackey person: Well, sir, it appears to be a shipment of a million box tops.
Cheerios CEO: What... the "Send away for a superpower" special?!?! I thought we discontinued that after that one freak actually sent us a million box tops.
Cheerios lackey person: Uh... I guess the paperwork to discontinue that special offer never went through.
Cheerios CEO: Well, who the HELL was crazy enough to send us a million box tops this time??
Cheerios lackey person: *looking down at order form* It appears to be from a Theresa Beauchemin.
Cheerios CEO: NOT HER AGAIN!! Dammit! She was the one that sent away for a superpower last time?? What kind of freak would get together two million box tops from Cheerios cereal???
Cheerios lackey person: I don't know sir, but she really scares me.
Cheerios CEO: Well, we simply can't give her another superpower. I already sold my soul to Satan to get her that last one.
Cheerios lackey person: But sir, if we don't give it to her, she could SUE US for an insane amount of money.
Cheerios CEO: *considering* We can't have that, can we? Well, I guess we'll just have to give Satan your soul, lackey.
Cheerios lackey person: *whimpers* okay.
Cheerios CEO: Well, what does that freak want this time?
Cheerios lackey person: Um... *reads order form* it says here she wants superpowers of indivisibility. No... I'm sorry... invincebility. And it's spelled wrong. Oh... and she never wants to see another Cheerio for as long as she lives.
Cheerios CEO: *sigh* Well, it's better than her last request. Being able to transport herself to any place, whether fictional or real, at any time.... pfft!! What a stupid request. Well, I guess we have no choice but to get her invincebility superpowers. But write back telling her... *grinning evilly* that she'll have to send in another million box tops before we grant her second request of never seeing another Cheerio again. *evil laugh... the lackey joins in... CEO stops* Only I may do the evil laugh!!
One day, outside Theresa Beauchemin's luxerious mansion home
Theresa: La dee da dee da... time to get the mail!! What's this... letter from Cheerios!!! SCORE!!
Dear Theresa Beauchemin,
Thank you for sending in one million box tops for our Send away Superpower Special. We reget to inform you that this offer will be discontinued within a month. As we were still holding the offer at the time your letter was received, we will still hold true to our word, despite the fact that it means we had to send one of our number to Hell. Enclosed, you will find your invincebility. We do hope that you enjoy your invincebility. As for your second request, to never see another Cheerio for as long as you live, we regret to inform you that, as this is a seperate request, we cannot honour it without having received an additional million box tops. Thank you very much for supporting Cheerios. Once again, enjoy your superpower.
Sincerely,
Cheerio CEO man.
Theresa: Another million box-tops, eh? Within a month, eh? And they think I can't and/or won't do it!! I laugh at them. LAUGH!! *winks at the camera* Sooooo... next stop... KENSHIN!!! BUAHAHAHAHA!!!
And I'm spent
"In less enlightened times, the best way to impress women was to own a hot car. But women wised up and realized it was better to buy their own hot cars so they wouldn't have to ride around with jerks."
-Scott Adams
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"hehehehe... so evil!!" *grin*
A friend of mine from school was wondering how to do this quiz I was telling her about (I think it's the Dante's Hell one, or something). In order to do this, I had to give her the link to my blog. SHE HAS NOW BEEN CORRUPTED!! BUAHAHAHAHAHA!! 'Nessa will NEVER be the same. kukukukukukukukukukuku (Sorry, you'd have to be Carla or Tannis or Possibly Lynnsey to get that).
Anyone who bothers to read my blog may have noticed that I wrote a story about my adventures as Smack-upside-the-head woman? Well, I realised that there was a serious flaw to my plans! You see, I plan on smacking a lot of people upside the head. People from Buffy, people from Trigun, people from Anita Blake etc. But the thing is, some of these people are seriously scary and psychocotic (think Knives, people). Plus, some of the non-psychotic ones may want to hit back. Which is not fair.
Why is this not fair, you may ask? Because, I don't hit for violent reasons. I deliver smacks of justice and virtue and plain common sense. Smacks that are both rightly deserved and sorely needed by the smackee. How, then, is it right for the smackees, to whom I am doing an invaluable service, to retaliate? Plus, I can't defend myself for sh*t. Yeah.
No need to worry, fear for my personal safety shall not keep me from handing out my smacks of justice. But first...
back at Cheerios corporate headquarters
Cheerios CEO: La la... let's go check the mail. What the... what in the name of all that is honeyey and nutty is all of this?!?!
Cheerios lackey person: Well, sir, it appears to be a shipment of a million box tops.
Cheerios CEO: What... the "Send away for a superpower" special?!?! I thought we discontinued that after that one freak actually sent us a million box tops.
Cheerios lackey person: Uh... I guess the paperwork to discontinue that special offer never went through.
Cheerios CEO: Well, who the HELL was crazy enough to send us a million box tops this time??
Cheerios lackey person: *looking down at order form* It appears to be from a Theresa Beauchemin.
Cheerios CEO: NOT HER AGAIN!! Dammit! She was the one that sent away for a superpower last time?? What kind of freak would get together two million box tops from Cheerios cereal???
Cheerios lackey person: I don't know sir, but she really scares me.
Cheerios CEO: Well, we simply can't give her another superpower. I already sold my soul to Satan to get her that last one.
Cheerios lackey person: But sir, if we don't give it to her, she could SUE US for an insane amount of money.
Cheerios CEO: *considering* We can't have that, can we? Well, I guess we'll just have to give Satan your soul, lackey.
Cheerios lackey person: *whimpers* okay.
Cheerios CEO: Well, what does that freak want this time?
Cheerios lackey person: Um... *reads order form* it says here she wants superpowers of indivisibility. No... I'm sorry... invincebility. And it's spelled wrong. Oh... and she never wants to see another Cheerio for as long as she lives.
Cheerios CEO: *sigh* Well, it's better than her last request. Being able to transport herself to any place, whether fictional or real, at any time.... pfft!! What a stupid request. Well, I guess we have no choice but to get her invincebility superpowers. But write back telling her... *grinning evilly* that she'll have to send in another million box tops before we grant her second request of never seeing another Cheerio again. *evil laugh... the lackey joins in... CEO stops* Only I may do the evil laugh!!
One day, outside Theresa Beauchemin's luxerious mansion home
Theresa: La dee da dee da... time to get the mail!! What's this... letter from Cheerios!!! SCORE!!
Dear Theresa Beauchemin,
Thank you for sending in one million box tops for our Send away Superpower Special. We reget to inform you that this offer will be discontinued within a month. As we were still holding the offer at the time your letter was received, we will still hold true to our word, despite the fact that it means we had to send one of our number to Hell. Enclosed, you will find your invincebility. We do hope that you enjoy your invincebility. As for your second request, to never see another Cheerio for as long as you live, we regret to inform you that, as this is a seperate request, we cannot honour it without having received an additional million box tops. Thank you very much for supporting Cheerios. Once again, enjoy your superpower.
Sincerely,
Cheerio CEO man.
Theresa: Another million box-tops, eh? Within a month, eh? And they think I can't and/or won't do it!! I laugh at them. LAUGH!! *winks at the camera* Sooooo... next stop... KENSHIN!!! BUAHAHAHAHA!!!
And I'm spent
"In less enlightened times, the best way to impress women was to own a hot car. But women wised up and realized it was better to buy their own hot cars so they wouldn't have to ride around with jerks."
-Scott Adams
2004-02-15
P.S. Carla, you suck. Don't you hate it when friends have to call you back with details for getting together with them... but THEY DON'T CALL!! Yeah, I'm talking about you, Carla-kun. Ya suck!!
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Ever had a class where you're just sitting there and thinking "Wow, this class is so terribly boring and pointless. Why am I even here??" Welcome to Physiology... especially second semester physiology. And when I say physiology, I really mean "We say it's physiology, but really we've made it a physiology and anatomy course to accomadate our nursing students but to screw the rest of the world out of 6 credits. Normal university's have physiology and anatomy as seperate courses, so people who want to take both will get credited for both. Not us!! YAY!! Dammit.
Second sememster was boring in that the teacher talked a lot without saying much of importance. By the time he actually got to the point of his ramblings, my mind was in la la land, where naked James Marsters prance about. Is a nice place. The first few classes with this man were as such...
Teacher: This is a carbon. It is an atom. It makes four bonds with other atoms. If a carbon has for bonds with hydrogens, you have methane. If you have two carbons and six hydrogens, you have a ethane. Et cetera, et cetera.
Now, you may think this is pertinant, but keep this in mind. I'm a chemistry student, alebiet a crappy one. But I'm not so dumb that I don't already KNOW all this crap. Follow that up with the fact that he spent three classes reviewing the basics of sugars, lipids and protiens (stuff that most students have been doing since freaking GRADE 11 BIOLOGY!!) makes for an excrutianly boring class.
Thankfully, I sat with Carla and Lynnsey most of the time. Their crazy antics kept me... well, not sane. It's much to late for that. Let's say, they kept me amused. Highly amused. That and writing on Smartie boxes. Don't ask. Carla and Lynnsey saw, and they're now scared for life.
What is the point of all this, you ask?? Well, our boredom manifested itself in some very interesting ways. We made up the Diary Of Kirika (from Noir), which was very amusing. I'm not sure which of us has that one. Plus, we took turns drawing a picture of a man... one of us drew the head, another the nose, another the ears, et cetera, et cetera. The end result was really screwy. Yeah.
Another such of our creations was a story made almost entirely out of movie (or anime, as I've now found out) titles. Behold the wonder of it all!!
To make things easier on the simple minded reader, Lynnsey's writing shall be in italic, mine shall be in plain text, Carla's shall be in bold. Be afraid!! Movie (or anime) titles shall be in caps (Because I can't figure out how to get underline in blogs).
ONE FINE DAY, the ARMY OF DARKNESS were ATTACKED by the RETURN OF THE KILLER TOMATOES.
This PRIMAL FEAR caused the army to be SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE, therefore they all suffered from INSOMNIA. (I didn't know what to write).
After a calming meal of CHOCOLAT and FRIED GREEN TOMATOES, THEY ran off to FARGO.
NOW,(AND AGAIN) they had to get to THE CORE of A SIMPLE PLAN. By PURE LUCK, they had A NEW HOPE. They had to BRING IT ON!!
THE GENERAL'S DAUGHTER annuonced "MY FELLOW AMERICANS! STAND BY ME and we will lead an INSURRECTION!"
But IT'S A MAD MAD MAD MAD WORLD. While putting on their FULL METAL JACKET for THE WAR, PRINCESS MONONOKE was making the GRAVE OF THE FIREFLIES. THESE AFFECTIONS TOUCHING ACROSS TIME made things worse X2 (times 2).
The 101 DALMATIANS and THE WINDTALKERS made THE THIRTEENTH WARRIOR nervous. This war was turning into A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET. Some thing had to be done.
Suddenly, 13 GHOSTS attacked ROCKY. He found himself in CLEAR AND PRESENT DANGER and was CLUELESS. Then somone shouted "Use the BAT(,)MAN!!" And he did. But it tourned out that people had made MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, for by the TWELFTH NIGHT, THE WAR OF THE WORLDS was over, and everyone celebrated with A NIGHT AT THE ROXBERY (or something).
Yeah, my part really sucked. Hope y'all enjoyed that. Until next time!!
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Second sememster was boring in that the teacher talked a lot without saying much of importance. By the time he actually got to the point of his ramblings, my mind was in la la land, where naked James Marsters prance about. Is a nice place. The first few classes with this man were as such...
Teacher: This is a carbon. It is an atom. It makes four bonds with other atoms. If a carbon has for bonds with hydrogens, you have methane. If you have two carbons and six hydrogens, you have a ethane. Et cetera, et cetera.
Now, you may think this is pertinant, but keep this in mind. I'm a chemistry student, alebiet a crappy one. But I'm not so dumb that I don't already KNOW all this crap. Follow that up with the fact that he spent three classes reviewing the basics of sugars, lipids and protiens (stuff that most students have been doing since freaking GRADE 11 BIOLOGY!!) makes for an excrutianly boring class.
Thankfully, I sat with Carla and Lynnsey most of the time. Their crazy antics kept me... well, not sane. It's much to late for that. Let's say, they kept me amused. Highly amused. That and writing on Smartie boxes. Don't ask. Carla and Lynnsey saw, and they're now scared for life.
What is the point of all this, you ask?? Well, our boredom manifested itself in some very interesting ways. We made up the Diary Of Kirika (from Noir), which was very amusing. I'm not sure which of us has that one. Plus, we took turns drawing a picture of a man... one of us drew the head, another the nose, another the ears, et cetera, et cetera. The end result was really screwy. Yeah.
Another such of our creations was a story made almost entirely out of movie (or anime, as I've now found out) titles. Behold the wonder of it all!!
To make things easier on the simple minded reader, Lynnsey's writing shall be in italic, mine shall be in plain text, Carla's shall be in bold. Be afraid!! Movie (or anime) titles shall be in caps (Because I can't figure out how to get underline in blogs).
ONE FINE DAY, the ARMY OF DARKNESS were ATTACKED by the RETURN OF THE KILLER TOMATOES.
This PRIMAL FEAR caused the army to be SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE, therefore they all suffered from INSOMNIA. (I didn't know what to write).
After a calming meal of CHOCOLAT and FRIED GREEN TOMATOES, THEY ran off to FARGO.
NOW,(AND AGAIN) they had to get to THE CORE of A SIMPLE PLAN. By PURE LUCK, they had A NEW HOPE. They had to BRING IT ON!!
THE GENERAL'S DAUGHTER annuonced "MY FELLOW AMERICANS! STAND BY ME and we will lead an INSURRECTION!"
But IT'S A MAD MAD MAD MAD WORLD. While putting on their FULL METAL JACKET for THE WAR, PRINCESS MONONOKE was making the GRAVE OF THE FIREFLIES. THESE AFFECTIONS TOUCHING ACROSS TIME made things worse X2 (times 2).
The 101 DALMATIANS and THE WINDTALKERS made THE THIRTEENTH WARRIOR nervous. This war was turning into A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET. Some thing had to be done.
Suddenly, 13 GHOSTS attacked ROCKY. He found himself in CLEAR AND PRESENT DANGER and was CLUELESS. Then somone shouted "Use the BAT(,)MAN!!" And he did. But it tourned out that people had made MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, for by the TWELFTH NIGHT, THE WAR OF THE WORLDS was over, and everyone celebrated with A NIGHT AT THE ROXBERY (or something).
Yeah, my part really sucked. Hope y'all enjoyed that. Until next time!!
2004-02-11
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Third Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
Damn... I was hoping for a higher level. *pout* Well, I cheated on the test to try to get the ninth level... no such luck. It says something about the sinners being eternally frozen in ice. Pfft... try visiting Winnipeg in January!! HAH!!
My Phase is Ate
Which Phase of the Greek Tragic Cycle Are You?
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avoidant
Which Personality Disorder Do You Have?
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Huh... I'd have at thought that I'd rate AT LEAST anti-social. Shows what I know. Maybe the quiz-makers hate me. Or stalk me. *looks over her shoulder*
Aaaw, you're so sweet! You're the most cuddable
kitty by far, and love everyone, even Baby! You
have such a pure, loving soul, and want to be
friends with everyone! Unfortunately, you're a
little dopey, and will come running even if I'm
calling for someone else, and you have a nasty
habit of peeing on me. You get confused and cry
when I freak out at you for that, because you
see it as a genuine expression of affection.
WEIRDO! But aaaw, you were my pick of the
litter!
Which CAT Are YOU?!
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I love everyone?? How the hell did that happen???
Ashe
Which Pale Moonlight guy should you be with?
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No complaints here.
Well, should prolly go to class. Damned class. *pout* I DUN WANNA!!!! Dangit.
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Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Extreme |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | High |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Very High |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Very High |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Very High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Very High |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | High |
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
Damn... I was hoping for a higher level. *pout* Well, I cheated on the test to try to get the ninth level... no such luck. It says something about the sinners being eternally frozen in ice. Pfft... try visiting Winnipeg in January!! HAH!!
Which Phase of the Greek Tragic Cycle Are You?
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Huh... I'd have at thought that I'd rate AT LEAST anti-social. Shows what I know. Maybe the quiz-makers hate me. Or stalk me. *looks over her shoulder*
Aaaw, you're so sweet! You're the most cuddable
kitty by far, and love everyone, even Baby! You
have such a pure, loving soul, and want to be
friends with everyone! Unfortunately, you're a
little dopey, and will come running even if I'm
calling for someone else, and you have a nasty
habit of peeing on me. You get confused and cry
when I freak out at you for that, because you
see it as a genuine expression of affection.
WEIRDO! But aaaw, you were my pick of the
litter!
Which CAT Are YOU?!
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I love everyone?? How the hell did that happen???
Ashe
Which Pale Moonlight guy should you be with?
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No complaints here.
Well, should prolly go to class. Damned class. *pout* I DUN WANNA!!!! Dangit.
2004-02-10
I see a red door and I want it painted black...
No colors anymore, I want them to be black.
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes...
They all have frostbite 'cause it's winter in WINNIPEEEEEEEEEGGGG!!!
BUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
If I were REALLY evil, I'd make my posts text black too. That way, everyone'd have to highlight everything. BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Marvel at my evil GENIUS!!!
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No colors anymore, I want them to be black.
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes...
They all have frostbite 'cause it's winter in WINNIPEEEEEEEEEGGGG!!!
BUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
If I were REALLY evil, I'd make my posts text black too. That way, everyone'd have to highlight everything. BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Marvel at my evil GENIUS!!!
So... some of you are wondering why I'm not updating my blog very much. I'll sum it up in two words. "No life." Not so much in the sense that I have no time to post... I seem to have an abundance of that. Especially since I've taken up this policy of not doing homework. But I really, honestly have NOTHING to write about. Because I suck. Yeah.
I could just rant about the usual things... the horrors of trying to do my chem lab and racing around last moment to get the lab report together. That's my favorite thing to do on Tuesday afternoons at 12:55 pm... play "Where's my lab partner?" and try to track down the missing pieces of a lab report that's due at 1:00 pm. Fun, ne? (Damn you Carla).
What else is new??? Still bummed about kitty having cancer. Poor kitty. Plus, she's going seniel. Poor kitty. Sigh. For those of you who have never met my kitty, she is a beautiful medium haired torte. No, not the thing you eat. The type of cat thing. Black fur with beautiful orange markings on her. She's also affectionate. Very affectionate. EXTREMELY affectionate. Almost to a fault. It gets kinda annoying at times. Like when you're sitting at the kitchen table and don't want her on your lap, so she decides to jump onto your shoulders. Like when you're half-awake at night and she comes into the room and looks pointedly at your blanket until you lift it up so she can snuggle underneath. Or sleep on your legs. Like how she'll lick you to death if you give her half a chance. Like how she's standing on my right wrist right at this very moment. While I'm trying to type. No joke. She really is. Silly cat.
And yet I love her a million times more than other cats that just ignore you and walk around with their noses in the air. Don't get me wrong... I love all cats and always have. My Abbey is just better than your cat. So there. *Abbey sticks her butt in your face, just for good measure. Then she licks me.*
What else? Theater class was cancelled today. I didn't find this out until 15 minutes after our class should have started. I'd been at the school from 8:30 am to 7 pm, this damned notice saying that class was cancelled had been sitting on the bulletin board all day, and I waited at school for over three hours for nothing. Just because I didn't check the stupid board. Dangit. Well, it's better than being one of the people who came out to school simply to go to this class. BUAH!! Sucks to be them.
And yeah. Nothing else interesting. Besides I'm having Elvis Presley's baby. That is all.
There Carla... are you happy now? Are you?? ARE YOU???
Oh... and Happy belated 24th Birthday, Melanie. Yes, so many late birthdays this year. Evil me. And I can't even recall if I mentioned Lynnsey's b-day. It was Jan. 25 or 26th or something like that. Fun was had. By someone, I assume. Kidding. Was fun.
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I could just rant about the usual things... the horrors of trying to do my chem lab and racing around last moment to get the lab report together. That's my favorite thing to do on Tuesday afternoons at 12:55 pm... play "Where's my lab partner?" and try to track down the missing pieces of a lab report that's due at 1:00 pm. Fun, ne? (Damn you Carla).
What else is new??? Still bummed about kitty having cancer. Poor kitty. Plus, she's going seniel. Poor kitty. Sigh. For those of you who have never met my kitty, she is a beautiful medium haired torte. No, not the thing you eat. The type of cat thing. Black fur with beautiful orange markings on her. She's also affectionate. Very affectionate. EXTREMELY affectionate. Almost to a fault. It gets kinda annoying at times. Like when you're sitting at the kitchen table and don't want her on your lap, so she decides to jump onto your shoulders. Like when you're half-awake at night and she comes into the room and looks pointedly at your blanket until you lift it up so she can snuggle underneath. Or sleep on your legs. Like how she'll lick you to death if you give her half a chance. Like how she's standing on my right wrist right at this very moment. While I'm trying to type. No joke. She really is. Silly cat.
And yet I love her a million times more than other cats that just ignore you and walk around with their noses in the air. Don't get me wrong... I love all cats and always have. My Abbey is just better than your cat. So there. *Abbey sticks her butt in your face, just for good measure. Then she licks me.*
What else? Theater class was cancelled today. I didn't find this out until 15 minutes after our class should have started. I'd been at the school from 8:30 am to 7 pm, this damned notice saying that class was cancelled had been sitting on the bulletin board all day, and I waited at school for over three hours for nothing. Just because I didn't check the stupid board. Dangit. Well, it's better than being one of the people who came out to school simply to go to this class. BUAH!! Sucks to be them.
And yeah. Nothing else interesting. Besides I'm having Elvis Presley's baby. That is all.
There Carla... are you happy now? Are you?? ARE YOU???
Oh... and Happy belated 24th Birthday, Melanie. Yes, so many late birthdays this year. Evil me. And I can't even recall if I mentioned Lynnsey's b-day. It was Jan. 25 or 26th or something like that. Fun was had. By someone, I assume. Kidding. Was fun.
2004-02-06
*crosses fingers, hopes this works*
w00t!!! :D
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w00t!!! :D
2004-02-03
Well, Carla gets the hint... and I love her for it. :D *hugs and carnal favors*. However, Lynn seems to be having trouble with this concept. Is very simple.
Update. Your. Fricken. Blog.
Pwease?? *imagine the world's cutest puppy-dog face and insert it here*
Wuv you all.
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Update. Your. Fricken. Blog.
Pwease?? *imagine the world's cutest puppy-dog face and insert it here*
Wuv you all.
Today's Topic:
DANGIT, LYNNSEY!! UPDATE YOUR BLOG ALREADY!!!
I love going to my friend's blogs to see what new and wacky things are happening in their lives. The only thing I see when I go to Lynnsey's blog is "It's my birthday! Ask me how!" I know it's your birthday... it's been over for at least a week. Give it up already!! I want to see new stuffs on your blog. Like how about your Friday fic?? Evil me!!
P.S. I was a spaz yesterday and forgot to put in that yesterday's adventures of SMACK-UPSIDE-THE-HEAD WOMAN were dedicated to my good friend Chrissy, who needs some well-deserved stress relief and, let's face it, would probably love to see Angel get smacked upside the head. :D Evil me!!
Time for a quiz.
Suicide! (and you know it, so... dont u have
something to do?)
Choose your Dramatic Death (Now w/pics!!)
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Uh... interesting. And scary. Uh... yeah.
Death by a heart attack during an orgy... and
pretty soon
Choose your Dramatic Death (Now w/pics!!)
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That's more like it!! :D
Darkness is your passion. You can't live without it
and you're starting to turn dark. You are
interested in things that others fear,
sometimes using it against them. So much fun.
You think you're pretty dark, but that ain't
true. Better watch your back, real dark people
may find it fun to teach you a thing or two
about REAL darkness...
(0) Psychos who've actually visited my Blog
DANGIT, LYNNSEY!! UPDATE YOUR BLOG ALREADY!!!
I love going to my friend's blogs to see what new and wacky things are happening in their lives. The only thing I see when I go to Lynnsey's blog is "It's my birthday! Ask me how!" I know it's your birthday... it's been over for at least a week. Give it up already!! I want to see new stuffs on your blog. Like how about your Friday fic?? Evil me!!
P.S. I was a spaz yesterday and forgot to put in that yesterday's adventures of SMACK-UPSIDE-THE-HEAD WOMAN were dedicated to my good friend Chrissy, who needs some well-deserved stress relief and, let's face it, would probably love to see Angel get smacked upside the head. :D Evil me!!
Time for a quiz.
Suicide! (and you know it, so... dont u have
something to do?)
Choose your Dramatic Death (Now w/pics!!)
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Uh... interesting. And scary. Uh... yeah.
Death by a heart attack during an orgy... and
pretty soon
Choose your Dramatic Death (Now w/pics!!)
brought to you by Quizilla
That's more like it!! :D
Darkness is your passion. You can't live without it
and you're starting to turn dark. You are
interested in things that others fear,
sometimes using it against them. So much fun.
You think you're pretty dark, but that ain't
true. Better watch your back, real dark people
may find it fun to teach you a thing or two
about REAL darkness...
Please rate ^^
What kind of dark person are you?
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BUAH!! :D
