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Sunday, December 31st, 2006
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I have remembered my password. I have returned. Oh and it's been too long. I like this more because it's not like myspace where you have to worry about offending someone. I think I'll be getting the hang of this confounded interverse net diary journal thing. Oh...the excitement...it trembles with glee deep within in my nethermost parts. yes....excitement.
So, yeah. It's New Years Eve. None of my friends will even answer their phones much less hang out with me. I was supposed to go over to Candy's but they decided that they don't like me anymore.
I was invited a couple days ago, but I guess it just goes to show how quickly we spite each other. Anyhoo, I think my little depressed/angry tangent email to her might have helped, but she promised me she wouldn't read it. I called her specifically to tell her not to, that I was being a crazy female throwing a virtual hissy, and she promised...saying that she understood.
Whatever. I'll just try and make new friends (because we all know how easy that is :P ). It's alright. I'll be fine. At least I have Jesse.
I mean, I have no family, no friends, and my roommate irritates us to high heaven and back, but it's ok. At least I have one single human being that I can talk to and relate and love.
Oy, I'm starting to depress myself. Bugger it.
I'm going to my fathers new pad in Eagle Rock. This is gonna be exciting. We're gonna get silly and watch horror films...because honestly...what better way is there to ring in the new year?
HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE!!!!
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Friday, December 17th, 2004
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Come on people. How fantastically cool are these hamsters. Maybe it's because I'm new here, maybe it's because of something they slipped into the tap water, but these hamsters are awesome. I really feel that they express what I cannot.
Anyhoo, I like beans. I just saw Blade Trinity and I don't know how I feel about it. I think I liked it, but I'm still not sure. I really liked Parker Posey, but only because I have this amazing ability to look at terrible things through rose colored lenses. As I watched it, I did not see a charactor that was written to be sexy, and I did not see Parker as "being completely wrong for the role." The way it looked to me, (through snide and very humorous witicisms from that guy from Van Wilder) was that she was written to be wierd. To not be able to grasp the whole sexy vampire/corparate thang, and kinda look silly and fuckin wierd.
The graphics were pretty cool too, although, one thing that really bothered me... and please, don't read on unless you've seen the film or don't plan on seeing it. I really hate to ruin movies for people, but I'm bothered and need to get it out... one thing that bothered me was that the main bad guy was supposed to be this uber master vampire of all vampires. With this whole Dracula/Dagon thingy going on, but he red and horned like... hmm... satan, perhaps? BUT HE IS IN LEATHER PANTS THE ENTIRE FUCKING MOVIE!!! Please!!! Why!?!?!? This intense fight scene is going on as this movie hits it's semi-climactic climax, and all I can think about is..."This guy wants it in the butt. I can see his buttox quiver with anticipation." THIS IS NOT A BAD GUY I RESPECT!! At least with the second film, the open faced bad guy was pretty hot. And Jessica Beal or whatever was okay. She's cute but kinda dumb. Van Wilders hot. VAMPIRE POMERANIANS!!! awesome... I'm done.
Wow. I really wasn't expecting ... FUCKING POP-UPS!! ... whoops sorry, I really didn't expect to write this much about Blade 3. I guess I wasn't as happy with it as I though I was. hmm... it really makes you think.
God I'm bored.
Moo
HAMSTERS ROCK!!!
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Thursday, December 16th, 2004
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This year, thanks to a rather unexpected source, a friend and I have deemed December 16 as Chrismahanukwanzaaka! The day in which no matter what you celebrate, it is a day for friends. We all have our own holidays for family, now an official (or completely unofficial) gift giving holiday for friends is here!
We're not wasting our perfectly good Christmas money on friends. Indeed no sir! We are wasting it on Chrasmahanukwanzaaka presents for friends!! Whoo hoo!
Okay, just thought ya'll might like to know. I'm done.
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Wednesday, July 21st, 2004
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i meant pm for wake up time in the last entry..whee hee, what a dodohead...tee hee... *runs screaming into the wilderness like a frightened bunny...who screams*
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God today is weird. I awoke around 1:30 am and read some fantasy stories until I gathered enough energy to face the day. As soon as I stepped out of my bedroom door I had a weird feeling. Anyhoo, my mom left for work so I stepped outside to wave to her car as she departed (I was bored and in a weird 'i want my mommy' mood), and as she dissapeared into the great unknown (or out of sight), I noticed a small little ceramic gnome with white hair just staring at me with his hands behind his back right beside my mailbox. I thought it was cute and figured one of the parental units had placed it there, but upon reflection, I know my family not to be the kind to buy little ceramic gnomes. So I stepped out back to reflect and staring straight at me from the middle of the patio stair was another little ceramic white haired gnome, holding a hammer, smiling and pointing down.
Now, let me explain something. I am known for living in my own kind of fantasy-reality, but I try to keep it at a fun level and never at a interfering with real-reality level. But when I saw that little gnome with his randomness, I almost burst into tears (to a degree, I kinda did...yeah yeah, so I got a little overexcited, and, yeah, maybe I kinda cried...wanna fight about it?).
It was really nice. It's kind of like waking up in a faerie tale. I began to get all excited, hoping that for once I was right. BUt then I got a phone call from my friend Kris.
Now Kris is a great guy, and I love him sooo much, but he has lost faith in existance and kinda has this ...thing...with luck...unfortunately, he doesn't have a lot of it. So, basically, I got a message from him saying that his dad had died. I quickly deleted the message knowing that I would never want to hear those words or any similar to them ever again; and I sat there with my jaw dropped. I can understand to a degree how he felt, my grandmother recently passed, as well as her boyfriend (Uncle Charlie) not but a year previous. But I trip on shit like that. All of the sudden I'm wanting to keep my parents locked in their room so that they can never leave. I just started getting flashes of them driving off the canyon or something. So I tried to pull myself together called him back and was immediately flooded with all of his pain. I was balling like a little bitch for a good long time.
I'm better now. I gave my landlord a little Buddha, which I think made both of us feel a little better. But I have a feeling that today is just gonna get weirder.
Now, I don't really know what else to write, I just knew I had to talk to something. Moo.
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Saturday, June 19th, 2004
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| Subject: | marriage |
| Time: | 7:11 pm. |
| Mood: |  weird. | | Music: | the simple sounds of mallory changing her clothes. |
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Today was a very interesting day. My friend Mallory's mother got married to my friend Heathers dad. Now the two families have combined to create one of 7 or so children a mamma bear and a pappa bear (that is what they address each other as). It was a really beautiful ceremony in their new backyard. I got all weepy eyed because Mallory's mom is kinda like my second mom. I love my mom and everything but the fact is: my mom wasn't home alot when I was younger and my dad was almost never there, so my friends parents were kind of like temporary parental figures. It was weird. Anyhoo, I gots to go, after wedding party thingamajiggywhosamawhat.
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I got bloody let off at Hallmark. I think I'm gonna just quit the job market and run off and live as a hermit. I think I would make a great hermit...OH, I should be a carnie! I met a carnie actually. She was really keen, and pretty cute to boot. I think I really wanna be carnie. Why aren't I a carnie?! I wanna con people with my alter ego. I would have so much fun, meandering around with all the honest to god, needles in the arm, reeking of urine and elephant ass carnies. I think that's what I shall pursue. I already know than when and if I move to Anaheim, I am gonna try and work at a theme park of sorts...oooh, I wanna work at Medieval Times..ooooo....that would be fun. Goin' around and seducing knights and trying to assinate the princess...oooo....ooooooh, I'm getting all tingly. Anyhoo, I should be off. I shall converse with you people lata. EEE!
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Hey peoples, I'm just sitting here talking to my friend Lindsay who I haven't spoken with in a while and I was reminded of this lovely livejournal. So yeah, Hallmark is a very interesting store to work for. For one thing I always to need to put on this fake personality. It's really interesting because I'm always thinking back on my beginning acting class and have completely put on this charactor that I created strictly for this job. This sickingly sweet little girl who wants nothing more that for all of your Hallmark needs to be fullfilled. I gotta push these promotions that nobody wants, and I have to talk for like 2 minutes trying to convince them to buy buy buy. BUT IM SO BLOODY NICE THE ENTIRE TIME!!! It disturbs me, so when I leave I'm just laughing and laughing because I walk away and my face just morphs into the real me again. It's a truly mystifying and magical thing to go through. Morphing, from morning slug, into chipper butterfly, and then into an introverted gnome. Mmmm, zombies. I like zombies. I'm reading this really great zombie book called, "The Rising". It's nice and gory. I mean, it's got a zombie lion and zombie squirrels for godsakes. Anyhooo, my ADD is hurting my head as I try to balance AOL conversations and this entry. I will write more later.
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Wednesday, February 4th, 2004
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So, yeah. This weekend my friends Candice, Kari and I went to Pismo beach for the second time. We had a blast. At the particular hotel that we always stay at is the most heavenly spa. It is quite possibly the sexiest spa ever to be created. It has two little pools connected in a lagoon type of way. In both pools there are waterfalls of warm water. Ahhh, *drools slightly*. Oh, they are so sexy. Anyhoo, we got to frolic on one side of the spa the first night but there was this chick and her boyfriend expelling sex juices on the other side. It was disturbing but entertaining because we kept interupting them by accidently tossing our beach ball at them. The guy eventually got mad and threw the ball in the pool..the bastard. And then the next night we spent at least a half an hour listening to these people sexin' it up in the next room. This guy had an incredable amount of energy. He had like 10 winds. It was nuts. Needless to say we had a ton of fun. We got to spend some time with our friend Mary out there and just frolicked about all over Pismo. It was great.
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Saturday, January 24th, 2004
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Hey, this poem came about when my friends, Brett, Brooke, and Sondra were all hanging out and we decided to play word association. It came to a point where we decided it would be really fun just to try and make sentences. I knew they would be genius so I had to write them down and here they are. They may not make sense to you, and some of it is quite graphic and...well...wrong, but that's us, you see? Anyhoo, if you can stomach it, enjoy!
IN A WORLD WITH MARY
(a fantasy poem written by 4 wierdo's)
The penis sock is magically slipping enhancefully off soft, long wings.
My golden cock sits on a window ledge...SMACK!...D'oh!
Poor vagina shows me the money, conceitedly trying to buy cork.
Hands crawl into my pussy hole while armadillo's eating feet, stopped gnawing and stood staring.
Crows eat feet and gleefully unwravel leprachauns vagina's.
My cheese sits counter the bread mold.
In a oven grows a long shlong which attains thickness valued by the leprechauns.
Decaying wealth denies young children play.
Elderly people, mentally incapable of thought.
Mary hosts a spiders ball, leprachauns travel far over lands obtaining gold and pillaging Mary.
Buttflaps, flap freely over Brooke.
Rainbows colorfully look wonton.
Arsenist clowns frolic psychotically around butter tubs.
And Scampering rabbits thump around weasels eating skunk pussy.
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Wednesday, January 21st, 2004
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Well, this is my first livejournal entry. my loving sister just created this for my birthday present. she's keen. anyhoo, i got stupid work to do for my dad. i don't mind but it is really tedious. Anyhoo, yeah...blah, i guess i should really write in this when I have something to say, huh? Oh well...moo.
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Saturday, January 17th, 2004
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happy birthday melanie rose!!!
i love you very mucho
love- mykey jean
aka midget
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