The time 9PM.
Me and Emily were walking around SG, just coming back from the train. While we were sitting down at the library, Emily wanted to waste five minutes of her life on a cigarette (literally) and said she couldn't find her lighter. There's only so many places she would have left it was the train. So, while I'm the one fetching it (because you have to climb a bit to get in there) some sirens are really loud. It's a very prominent sound so there's no mistaking. SInce I'm trespassing and have things on me, I'm so cautious to hurry and retrieve her lighter. Suddenly, as I think the sirens are slowly popping my eardrums, Emily says in some daring, hitherto tone, "Omg, Heather, I'm not even joking, come here!"
I freak the fuck out and come hurdling out of the train and on the ground, in a near run, out of breath, saying, "What? Where is it?"
Emily looks at me funny and says, "What? I found my lighter." She holds it up in the air and waves it.
"WHAT! Not cool! Not cool!" I put one hand on one knee and point, chest heaving so the heart wouldn't ram into my ribs, "Not cool!"
"What? The sirens?" And she giggles.
"Omg!" And I look to the train, to her and just heave some more. We keep walking.
Emilys turns to me, in a half smile, half reminiscent way, "I didn't even hear the sirens, I'm sorry."
Hahahahaha. It makes me laugh just thinking about it.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
♪: sir mix a lot - baby got back
Usually, when it's so boss outside that I can hardly stand how mankind can stay entombed inside their houses and airtight cars, I go to SG and chill. I just sit at Flavor Isle, write, read, watch people as they awkwardly glance at me... You know, the usual. So, as I decide to walk back, I was going to walk with the traffic (right side of the road) because I don't like people being able to stare at me as they're coming up from the road. But, something inside my head told me to stay on the left side (against the traffic).
As I'm walking, coat on, notebook and novel smashed against my chest, some old 80s type car stops and inches beside me as I walk. Curious, I glance over. He's on the right side (with the traffic) and I'm on the left (against), so, there's a lane between us.
"Need a ride?"
I don't answer at first and just shake my head with a smile, "No, thanks." And I continue walking.
He inches forward a bit more. He asks me something that sounds like, "The train." I couldn't hear, too much noise in the background plus my ears are stopped up.
"What?" I stop, turn to him, holding my items tighter.
He opens his mouth to repeat, but he sees there are cars slowing down behind him and cars passing between us and waves it off, rolling up his window.
Officially irked, I take a side road, cross the street and am walking the path to my car when I hear a car slowing down and this, "I asked you what your name was."
In shocked mode that this man had the balls to go down the street, turn around, see that I had crossed into some side street back-road, answer, "Oh, Heather."
He's talking to me through his passenger window, his arm on the steering wheel, showcasing some old looking tattoos (probably got them when he got the car). His hair in some 80s rocked style, crossed between some curly-q or mullet, I'm having a hard time deciding. His black, stretch-top shirt is tucked in some washed out blue jeans. I'm wondering if this is literally some blast from the past.
"Oh, well, nice meeting you."
Shocked, again, I ask, "What?" Not meaning I needed him to repeat himself, actually meaning why in the hell would you say that? You just don't stop and ask obvious underage girls their name and if they need a ride. I was offended.
"Nice to meet you, yeah." He nods his head with a tight smile as if trying to pull off I was the weird one.
"Yeah, you too." And he drives off.
Needless to say, I didn't go anywhere else but my car, haha.
I'm more than likely over-thinking that moment. But, it did irk me. He probably thought I was someone he knew or something, but still. You just don't do that to people.
As I'm walking, coat on, notebook and novel smashed against my chest, some old 80s type car stops and inches beside me as I walk. Curious, I glance over. He's on the right side (with the traffic) and I'm on the left (against), so, there's a lane between us.
"Need a ride?"
I don't answer at first and just shake my head with a smile, "No, thanks." And I continue walking.
He inches forward a bit more. He asks me something that sounds like, "The train." I couldn't hear, too much noise in the background plus my ears are stopped up.
"What?" I stop, turn to him, holding my items tighter.
He opens his mouth to repeat, but he sees there are cars slowing down behind him and cars passing between us and waves it off, rolling up his window.
Officially irked, I take a side road, cross the street and am walking the path to my car when I hear a car slowing down and this, "I asked you what your name was."
In shocked mode that this man had the balls to go down the street, turn around, see that I had crossed into some side street back-road, answer, "Oh, Heather."
He's talking to me through his passenger window, his arm on the steering wheel, showcasing some old looking tattoos (probably got them when he got the car). His hair in some 80s rocked style, crossed between some curly-q or mullet, I'm having a hard time deciding. His black, stretch-top shirt is tucked in some washed out blue jeans. I'm wondering if this is literally some blast from the past.
"Oh, well, nice meeting you."
Shocked, again, I ask, "What?" Not meaning I needed him to repeat himself, actually meaning why in the hell would you say that? You just don't stop and ask obvious underage girls their name and if they need a ride. I was offended.
"Nice to meet you, yeah." He nods his head with a tight smile as if trying to pull off I was the weird one.
"Yeah, you too." And he drives off.
Needless to say, I didn't go anywhere else but my car, haha.
I'm more than likely over-thinking that moment. But, it did irk me. He probably thought I was someone he knew or something, but still. You just don't do that to people.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
♪: g.고릴라 - 일년 동안
Pedro is so stupidly egotistical:
(This is a text between us last night.)
Pedro - On a scale from 1-10 (not factoring in my fantastic personality, solely on looks) what would rate of as?
me - Why?
Pedro - Was having a conversation with people, just answer
me - Uhhhhh. A five.
Pedro - What! Quit lying i am so a 10.
me - In all honesty I don't find you cute. Just moderate, average. I don't look at you and want to cry.
Pedro - Lol so you saying that the majority of people are 5s?
me - Basically. There are a lot of conventional looks. I hardly see people who impress me with their genes.
Pedro - Ok how about with personality?
me - Probably an 8/9. I love your brain haha.
Pedro - Lol
me - .... Glad you chuckled.
(This is a text between us last night.)
Pedro - On a scale from 1-10 (not factoring in my fantastic personality, solely on looks) what would rate of as?
me - Why?
Pedro - Was having a conversation with people, just answer
me - Uhhhhh. A five.
Pedro - What! Quit lying i am so a 10.
me - In all honesty I don't find you cute. Just moderate, average. I don't look at you and want to cry.
Pedro - Lol so you saying that the majority of people are 5s?
me - Basically. There are a lot of conventional looks. I hardly see people who impress me with their genes.
Pedro - Ok how about with personality?
me - Probably an 8/9. I love your brain haha.
Pedro - Lol
me - .... Glad you chuckled.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
♪: chicago soundtrack - roxie
Emily and me hung out in the train again. I was there probably for a half hour alone, waiting on her and I discovered, I'm very limber in the sense I can jump from place to place.
From the second step, I just jumped, grabbed onto the bar and swung myself off and land on the floor. Perfect ten. It's awesome as shit. Just to go open the door for her. If you knew me, you'd be fucking amazed I can do it. I can also take a couple of jogs forward, jump in the air and grab the bars. Haha. Emily was like, "Wtf?"
If I were to stand under them, on the ground, reach up, my fingertips would just scrape. So, it's not low.
In the train, there are condoms. Two, apparently. Emily stepped on one, hahahaha. ANYWAY.
Took pics of them and found their wrappers so we took pics of them. Found some cigarette bud that wasn't there a couple of days ago. I'm wondering who goes in there besides me and my selected few? I want to meet them.
(One of the condoms was a magnum, haha.)
MET Jacob, finally, after two years of not being able to really talk.
I gave him my phone number, haha.
I miss him. I want to hang out in the train with him.
We're exclusively platonic.
From the second step, I just jumped, grabbed onto the bar and swung myself off and land on the floor. Perfect ten. It's awesome as shit. Just to go open the door for her. If you knew me, you'd be fucking amazed I can do it. I can also take a couple of jogs forward, jump in the air and grab the bars. Haha. Emily was like, "Wtf?"
If I were to stand under them, on the ground, reach up, my fingertips would just scrape. So, it's not low.
In the train, there are condoms. Two, apparently. Emily stepped on one, hahahaha. ANYWAY.
Took pics of them and found their wrappers so we took pics of them. Found some cigarette bud that wasn't there a couple of days ago. I'm wondering who goes in there besides me and my selected few? I want to meet them.
(One of the condoms was a magnum, haha.)
MET Jacob, finally, after two years of not being able to really talk.
I gave him my phone number, haha.
I miss him. I want to hang out in the train with him.
We're exclusively platonic.
♪: 101 dalmatians
We're watching 101 dalmations (the first time I've watched this movie since I was 9/10. (The one with Glenn Close.)
Me - ... They only have fifteen puppies. How did they ever come out with 101?
mom (from the kitchen) - They didn't.
me - Then how did they ever get 101? I thought she had them all at one time?
amanda - I did too.
mom - No. She bought and stole other puppies.
me - So, they just took the other puppies in?
mom - Yeah.
amanda - Wow.
me - I just thought they had them all at one time!
amanda - Me too.
me - *flabbergasted* My entire childhood has been a lie!
Me - ... They only have fifteen puppies. How did they ever come out with 101?
mom (from the kitchen) - They didn't.
me - Then how did they ever get 101? I thought she had them all at one time?
amanda - I did too.
mom - No. She bought and stole other puppies.
me - So, they just took the other puppies in?
mom - Yeah.
amanda - Wow.
me - I just thought they had them all at one time!
amanda - Me too.
me - *flabbergasted* My entire childhood has been a lie!
Friday, March 27, 2009
♪: reba
Hahahahahahaha.
Today was horrible.
I was at Emily's and, in her bathroom, although her stepmom was suspected of coming home any minute, we did the dirty deed. Then, in the middle of it, her mom came home.
I don't think I've moved that quickly in a tenth of a second, ever. Hahaha.
Sad to say, she smelt it. I was surprised, paranoid and then I said, "Heyyyyy, wanna go to Wendy's?"
And then I said, "I probably won't be back here in awhile, hahaha."
Awwww, I wasn't kidding.
Suckage.
This is anti-boss.
But it's cool. I'm fixing to get rid of the culprit soon ♥
Today was horrible.
I was at Emily's and, in her bathroom, although her stepmom was suspected of coming home any minute, we did the dirty deed. Then, in the middle of it, her mom came home.
I don't think I've moved that quickly in a tenth of a second, ever. Hahaha.
Sad to say, she smelt it. I was surprised, paranoid and then I said, "Heyyyyy, wanna go to Wendy's?"
And then I said, "I probably won't be back here in awhile, hahaha."
Awwww, I wasn't kidding.
Suckage.
This is anti-boss.
But it's cool. I'm fixing to get rid of the culprit soon ♥
Thursday, March 26, 2009
♪: the dishwasher leaking...
THAT'S FUCKING RIGHT. THE FUCKING DISHWASHER IS LEAKING. Of course I realize the thing has been broken, tore up, sickly for the past year, half year. It's crossed my mind that, one day, this little dish washer will go to heaven. Every possible opportunity, thought I could have, crossed my mind. But the REALITY of it battles my sense of dreaming and reality. At least up to six times we will have to do dishes by hand and wishing for even a sickly dishwasher to answer our prayers. WHY ME, DEAR LORD? WHY ME?
Yes, I could be thankful that I even had one... But that does nothing for no one.
I want my dishwasher like a whore wants a desperate adulterer. They just go.
Hung out with Emily... The day turned too pretty to decline an offer such as walking, accompanied, by a friend (in my favourite place to walk, ever). We did it in the train (list! revisited) and there was bird poo. And, in some enclosed train, I thought aloud, "Why is there bird shit?"
Emily answered, "Well, they probably just came in here because of the holes in the doors."
"Ah, shelter from the rain," I said.
Later on...
"We're in a train."
Emily nodded in a smile, "Yeahhhhhh."
"Hahahaha. Birds refugeed here."
Since we're trespassing there are these kids on bikes. And I'm so paranoid they're gonna come in the train and see us... Or tell someone. So, I'm going from side to side, switching between these little steps. And, when I come back to where Emily is sitting, I open our window and stick my entire head outside with them out there, clearly in eyesight. Hahahaha.
While I'm laughing at myself, thanking God they didn't see me and coming back to where we're sitting, Emily said, "Haha, make it look obvious we're trespassing."
"Hahahahahaha, I stuck my entire head out the window!"
And then I found a light switch. I played with it for a minute.
Stepping off the train, I said, "Oh! Those were birds I was hearing. Birds having sex."
Emily said, "Ew."
I turn to her and reply. "That's nature, Emily. Get used to it."
After making a joke, I said, "Hahahaha, you have me energized! I'm full of kicks."
But before all that happened, I spotted this in a little closet thing:
CONDOM!
After that though, we went walking back to her house because she had to pee really badly. Well, the pretty part of the sunset was setting behind us. I actually start walking backwards and then jogging. I would look at Emily why I would walk/jog backwards and I kept yelling, "C'mon! Look behind you! Walk backwards!" I did that for two blocks, hahaha.
And the Wendy's drive-thru was hilarious. Saw an old friend, Jacob.
And I said, once I recognized him, "Oh, dude! 'sup! It's like Double Trouble coming to see you!"
And then, I kept getting distracted and he asked me two/three times.
Yes, I could be thankful that I even had one... But that does nothing for no one.
I want my dishwasher like a whore wants a desperate adulterer. They just go.
Hung out with Emily... The day turned too pretty to decline an offer such as walking, accompanied, by a friend (in my favourite place to walk, ever). We did it in the train (list! revisited) and there was bird poo. And, in some enclosed train, I thought aloud, "Why is there bird shit?"
Emily answered, "Well, they probably just came in here because of the holes in the doors."
"Ah, shelter from the rain," I said.
Later on...
"We're in a train."
Emily nodded in a smile, "Yeahhhhhh."
"Hahahaha. Birds refugeed here."
Since we're trespassing there are these kids on bikes. And I'm so paranoid they're gonna come in the train and see us... Or tell someone. So, I'm going from side to side, switching between these little steps. And, when I come back to where Emily is sitting, I open our window and stick my entire head outside with them out there, clearly in eyesight. Hahahaha.
While I'm laughing at myself, thanking God they didn't see me and coming back to where we're sitting, Emily said, "Haha, make it look obvious we're trespassing."
"Hahahahahaha, I stuck my entire head out the window!"
And then I found a light switch. I played with it for a minute.
Stepping off the train, I said, "Oh! Those were birds I was hearing. Birds having sex."
Emily said, "Ew."
I turn to her and reply. "That's nature, Emily. Get used to it."
After making a joke, I said, "Hahahaha, you have me energized! I'm full of kicks."
But before all that happened, I spotted this in a little closet thing:
CONDOM!
After that though, we went walking back to her house because she had to pee really badly. Well, the pretty part of the sunset was setting behind us. I actually start walking backwards and then jogging. I would look at Emily why I would walk/jog backwards and I kept yelling, "C'mon! Look behind you! Walk backwards!" I did that for two blocks, hahaha.
And the Wendy's drive-thru was hilarious. Saw an old friend, Jacob.
And I said, once I recognized him, "Oh, dude! 'sup! It's like Double Trouble coming to see you!"
And then, I kept getting distracted and he asked me two/three times.
♪: queen - flash
I finished 'Watch Your Mouth' by Daniel Handler. And, it was a moderate novel. I guess, since it's his first book, it should be as would be expected, but I wouldn't read the book again or have a deep, meaningful discussion about it. Make sense? A very mediocre book. That's all I have to say.
Yesterday, at work, between me, dad, mom and Randy, I asked.
"C'mon. Who would you rather be stuck with Ishmal or the captain from 20,000 leagues under the sea?" I look up to my father.
He smiles and says, "Ishmal."
I reply, "I don't know, the submarine would be cool until you discover the captain is crazy and then it would suck. But, you know Ishmal is crazy from the beginning so it's really suicide."
That's the end of what I remember. Haha, the only reason that subject was brought up because my mother noted how living in a submarine would be hell to herself. But, think about it. How boss would it be to be under the sea with some crazy captain? Well, until he went nuts. OR, go on some small boat with Ishmal and see your death happen? It would be an awesome way to die - trying to harpoon a blood-thirsty sea critter.
Yesterday, at work, between me, dad, mom and Randy, I asked.
"C'mon. Who would you rather be stuck with Ishmal or the captain from 20,000 leagues under the sea?" I look up to my father.
He smiles and says, "Ishmal."
I reply, "I don't know, the submarine would be cool until you discover the captain is crazy and then it would suck. But, you know Ishmal is crazy from the beginning so it's really suicide."
That's the end of what I remember. Haha, the only reason that subject was brought up because my mother noted how living in a submarine would be hell to herself. But, think about it. How boss would it be to be under the sea with some crazy captain? Well, until he went nuts. OR, go on some small boat with Ishmal and see your death happen? It would be an awesome way to die - trying to harpoon a blood-thirsty sea critter.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
♪: Sinéad O'Connor - nothing compares to you
First off, it's been a few funny days.
03/23/2009
Some bean juice, as I was doing dishes, looked like a smiley face, soooo.
(my name. haha. I just scratched it on the porch swing arch.)
Amanda - Mom's going to be mad if she reads that. If she can read it.
Me - No she won't. She has no proof it was me.
Me and Cricket (mostly Cricket) built a fire. Haha. Hard to light, but it was worth the five minutes watching. Fire is awesome as shit.
Today
We recently learned my sister is lactose and tolerant so, I love to brag on my skill of drinking milk by the gallons (not literally, but yeah).
So, we're sitting on the couch and I turn to my sister and repeat her name until she looks at me, "Amanda. Amanda. Amanda. Amanda. Amanda."
"What?"
"Guess what I can do and you can't."
"What?"
"Drink a large milkshake in one sitting."
She turns away, rolling her eyes.
"Amanda."
"WHattttt?" She slightly rolls her eyes and smiles.
"Guess what I can do and you can't."
She turns away.
"Drink a tall glass of milk. Amanda. Guess what I can do and you can't."
She doesn't even try anymore.
I go on, "Eat cereal. Amanda. Amanda. Amanda. Amanda."
She finally looks over.
"Guess what I can do and you can't."
She turns back to the TV.
"Eat loads of cheese."
I ran out of things to say, so I quit there. Haha. She's lucky.
Today, at work, in this person's home who's remodeling it, in their bathroom, there's this:
Shortly after, we all took break and then laughed about it. My mom and I laughed to me saying it's "Mad-Eye Moody." We all laughed to me saying it's probably the dog's. Hahahahaha. Then to see Randy's reaction was even funnier.
I had fun with a doorknob. I was making faces at it for a minute before I decided to take a picture.
In general/yesterday
So, hahaha, I just remembered a conversation me and a friend, Emily, were having at some park.
She was sitting there, and although I don't remember how the discussion started, it was just awkward as hell to remember:
Emily - Would you rather be a vampire or a werewolf?
Me - VAMPIRE. Shit yeah. I know werewolves can go in the daylight. But when they turn, they're UGLY.
Emily - Werewolves are badass though.
Me - But you would turn ugly, you can't have sex when you're a werewolf.
Emily - You can have sex when you're a werewolf. With another werewolf.
Me - *Makes face utterly flabbergasted* hahahahahha, It would be like two huge dogs going at it!
Emily - No, like... *laughs*
Me - It would be gross.
Emily - NOOO. *Laughs*
Me - Like yessssss.
Emily - You can turn back into people. You don't always have to be a dog.
Me - I realize that, but when I turn and try to look sexy it's just....
Emily - You'll be a dog, you won't think about being sexy. You'll just think about like, basic instincts.
Ichi - HAHAHAHAHAH. Hold her down and just hump her.
Emily - *laughs hysterically* I'm not talking about sex, but, okay.
Ichi - OH. Hahahaha. OMG. I thought we were.
Emily - *explains how we switched*
Ichi - I don't know. I would miss the daylight, but I would be so ugly. But Vampires are just so sexy all the time.
Emily - No, not all of 'em.
Ichi - Why Anne Rice is careful with her Vampires. She didn't want ugly Vampires either. They were all sexy.
Emily - That's what they're supposed to be, though. They're romantic and erotic and you know.
Ichi - Yeah, I know, then it happens, you're like, "Okay."
Emily - You choose, then you kill them. Then, if you're lucky, you get turned into a Vampire. If not, they just let you all.
Ichi - Dude. So, the cops haven't come so I guess no one saw us.
03/23/2009
Some bean juice, as I was doing dishes, looked like a smiley face, soooo.
(my name. haha. I just scratched it on the porch swing arch.)
Amanda - Mom's going to be mad if she reads that. If she can read it.
Me - No she won't. She has no proof it was me.
Me and Cricket (mostly Cricket) built a fire. Haha. Hard to light, but it was worth the five minutes watching. Fire is awesome as shit.
Today
We recently learned my sister is lactose and tolerant so, I love to brag on my skill of drinking milk by the gallons (not literally, but yeah).
So, we're sitting on the couch and I turn to my sister and repeat her name until she looks at me, "Amanda. Amanda. Amanda. Amanda. Amanda."
"What?"
"Guess what I can do and you can't."
"What?"
"Drink a large milkshake in one sitting."
She turns away, rolling her eyes.
"Amanda."
"WHattttt?" She slightly rolls her eyes and smiles.
"Guess what I can do and you can't."
She turns away.
"Drink a tall glass of milk. Amanda. Guess what I can do and you can't."
She doesn't even try anymore.
I go on, "Eat cereal. Amanda. Amanda. Amanda. Amanda."
She finally looks over.
"Guess what I can do and you can't."
She turns back to the TV.
"Eat loads of cheese."
I ran out of things to say, so I quit there. Haha. She's lucky.
Today, at work, in this person's home who's remodeling it, in their bathroom, there's this:
Shortly after, we all took break and then laughed about it. My mom and I laughed to me saying it's "Mad-Eye Moody." We all laughed to me saying it's probably the dog's. Hahahahaha. Then to see Randy's reaction was even funnier.
I had fun with a doorknob. I was making faces at it for a minute before I decided to take a picture.
In general/yesterday
So, hahaha, I just remembered a conversation me and a friend, Emily, were having at some park.
She was sitting there, and although I don't remember how the discussion started, it was just awkward as hell to remember:
Emily - Would you rather be a vampire or a werewolf?
Me - VAMPIRE. Shit yeah. I know werewolves can go in the daylight. But when they turn, they're UGLY.
Emily - Werewolves are badass though.
Me - But you would turn ugly, you can't have sex when you're a werewolf.
Emily - You can have sex when you're a werewolf. With another werewolf.
Me - *Makes face utterly flabbergasted* hahahahahha, It would be like two huge dogs going at it!
Emily - No, like... *laughs*
Me - It would be gross.
Emily - NOOO. *Laughs*
Me - Like yessssss.
Emily - You can turn back into people. You don't always have to be a dog.
Me - I realize that, but when I turn and try to look sexy it's just....
Emily - You'll be a dog, you won't think about being sexy. You'll just think about like, basic instincts.
Ichi - HAHAHAHAHAH. Hold her down and just hump her.
Emily - *laughs hysterically* I'm not talking about sex, but, okay.
Ichi - OH. Hahahaha. OMG. I thought we were.
Emily - *explains how we switched*
Ichi - I don't know. I would miss the daylight, but I would be so ugly. But Vampires are just so sexy all the time.
Emily - No, not all of 'em.
Ichi - Why Anne Rice is careful with her Vampires. She didn't want ugly Vampires either. They were all sexy.
Emily - That's what they're supposed to be, though. They're romantic and erotic and you know.
Ichi - Yeah, I know, then it happens, you're like, "Okay."
Emily - You choose, then you kill them. Then, if you're lucky, you get turned into a Vampire. If not, they just let you all.
Ichi - Dude. So, the cops haven't come so I guess no one saw us.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
♪: my sister laughing
So, I'm standing their brushing my teeth and my sister is standing at the doorway. She's jabbing away at something before I hear, "It gets me so angry. So, I injecctt myselff with crystalline meethh!" In some sing-song voice. I stare at her, shake my head and smile. Then, she sighs, smiles and says, "It's going to make it all better."
Sunday, March 22, 2009
♪: breakfast at tiffany's
Today has been one eventful day. Very boss. Oh, I have some stories to tell you.
Ichi - Dude, walk yonder!
Cricket - *silence*
Ichi - Hahahaha. I just said something mature with some teenage slang. Ironic.
Cricket - Aw. You hang around me too much. It's like a little part of me with you trying to get out.
Ichi - *laughs and busts out her phone, writing down the conversation. after she finishes writing* Well. I done the best I could with what I remembered.
Ichi - I haven't been this stupid high in a long time.
Cricket - *stares blankly at Ichi and then reaches for her arm* Come. Let's frolic.
Deciding to frolic with my wand/stick/sit&spin (Tina), we agreed to mess with the cows next door. So, after feeding the ducks, we go directly to the fence. I egged the cows on, tapping their fence with the wand/stick/sit&spin; Cricket blew bubbles at them and the cows looked fucking amazed (little worlds!).
As they were huddled, a tad closer than they are in the picture, I jog a few steps up with my arms raised and go, "BLLLEHHHHH."
They scattered. It was hilariousssssss.
*Walking past a boat*
Ichi - Cricket, go take a ride in the boat on your pond. I'll take a picture.
Cricket - No.... I think it has a hole in it.
Ichi - So?
Cricket - Then you do it.
Ichi - *angry expression* No. Fuck you. You would let me die.
This is boss shit.
ps - Cricket Sophomore year (or Freshman?)!
She's in a trash can, haha.
pss - figured out my new blog nickname: Mr 500!
LONG story, but it's funny and sad that I don't know my math skills.
Ichi - Dude, walk yonder!
Cricket - *silence*
Ichi - Hahahaha. I just said something mature with some teenage slang. Ironic.
Cricket - Aw. You hang around me too much. It's like a little part of me with you trying to get out.
Ichi - *laughs and busts out her phone, writing down the conversation. after she finishes writing* Well. I done the best I could with what I remembered.
Ichi - I haven't been this stupid high in a long time.
Cricket - *stares blankly at Ichi and then reaches for her arm* Come. Let's frolic.
Deciding to frolic with my wand/stick/sit&spin (Tina), we agreed to mess with the cows next door. So, after feeding the ducks, we go directly to the fence. I egged the cows on, tapping their fence with the wand/stick/sit&spin; Cricket blew bubbles at them and the cows looked fucking amazed (little worlds!).
As they were huddled, a tad closer than they are in the picture, I jog a few steps up with my arms raised and go, "BLLLEHHHHH."
They scattered. It was hilariousssssss.
*Walking past a boat*
Ichi - Cricket, go take a ride in the boat on your pond. I'll take a picture.
Cricket - No.... I think it has a hole in it.
Ichi - So?
Cricket - Then you do it.
Ichi - *angry expression* No. Fuck you. You would let me die.
This is boss shit.
ps - Cricket Sophomore year (or Freshman?)!
She's in a trash can, haha.
pss - figured out my new blog nickname: Mr 500!
LONG story, but it's funny and sad that I don't know my math skills.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
♪: the fray - how to save a life
At the dinner table:
me - *turned to my mom* You know, I'm pregnant.
mom - *blinks* With puppies or kittens?
me - Both.
dad - What?
mom - She's pregnant with puppies and kittens.
dad - Better not be pregnant. I'll kill you.
me - That's so rude.
dad - I'd beat you, girl.
me - You'd beat me and I'm pregnant?
dad - Yeah.
me - *imitating a man's voice* Well, I'd just beat up your head, not your stomach.
My dad laughed a good minute on that.
me - *turned to my mom* You know, I'm pregnant.
mom - *blinks* With puppies or kittens?
me - Both.
dad - What?
mom - She's pregnant with puppies and kittens.
dad - Better not be pregnant. I'll kill you.
me - That's so rude.
dad - I'd beat you, girl.
me - You'd beat me and I'm pregnant?
dad - Yeah.
me - *imitating a man's voice* Well, I'd just beat up your head, not your stomach.
My dad laughed a good minute on that.
Friday, March 20, 2009
♪: amanda talking
I have an ex boyfriend named Michael (who emily has done, way after i've broke up with him). He's best friends with Kyle, my man friend. Kyle has been after me for years. This is a text between me and him I thought was funny and I really want to remember. Documentation.
kyle - i capped a 70 as a sex god
me - haha. i'm not having sex with you. Can I ask you a serious question?
kyle - you just did
me - Fuck. You. Anyway. Was I mean in high school? If yes, then why?
kyle - yes because you were a bitch
me - ha ha. i'm serious. i didn't think I was mean. Obviously I wasn't that mean because you and me are still friends.
kyle - no you were mean. you are just happening to have the privileges of my friendship
me - I didn't think I was mean. Oh well. If I keep thinking about it I'll just stop talking to everyone.
God, you're so conceited.
kyle - i know isn't it so nice?
me - Maybe I hate it.
kyle - YOULL DO IT!
me - I'll do anything but you!
kyle - HAHA michael?
me - Oh. No!!
kyle - by all means go ahead
me - ha ha ha. You had to turn my awesome snide comment around. You bastard.
kyle - i am just saying.
me - I'm not emily.
kyle - i capped a 70 as a sex god
me - haha. i'm not having sex with you. Can I ask you a serious question?
kyle - you just did
me - Fuck. You. Anyway. Was I mean in high school? If yes, then why?
kyle - yes because you were a bitch
me - ha ha. i'm serious. i didn't think I was mean. Obviously I wasn't that mean because you and me are still friends.
kyle - no you were mean. you are just happening to have the privileges of my friendship
me - I didn't think I was mean. Oh well. If I keep thinking about it I'll just stop talking to everyone.
God, you're so conceited.
kyle - i know isn't it so nice?
me - Maybe I hate it.
kyle - YOULL DO IT!
me - I'll do anything but you!
kyle - HAHA michael?
me - Oh. No!!
kyle - by all means go ahead
me - ha ha ha. You had to turn my awesome snide comment around. You bastard.
kyle - i am just saying.
me - I'm not emily.
♪: asia - heat of the moment
The last few days has been so funny. First the dry waller told me a funny fact that I would like to remember:
Steven (THE Dry Waller) is petting cats, the two cats on the job-site, and explains to them, "I wish I could feed youuuu."
"The owners feed them, although I don't know when." I pipe, watching him, smiling. It's a sweet picture.
He stands, wiping his hands on his pants and steps up on the porch, behind me, mildly staring at different places. "I do love feeding animals. You should see me at petting zoos. I go retard handing out food."
Then he did a demonstration of a hand jerking around and his face drooped.
That was the single funniest moment between the two of us.
I'm eating my sister's vegetarian chili and it's not as bad as I remember. I really want to be vegetarian again. Seriously. Last time I went vegetarian my parent's were on the Atkin's diet kick. It sucked ass.
Yesterday morning, I was over at Cricket's and of course I have things to share. We made a blog. Cricket and I both post on the blog whenever we're together, or under the influence. Yesterday morning we made an entry together. (I still have yet to read it again.) It's on my profile page for anyone who's interested.
She left me a comment on my previous entry (the one under this one) and it reads:
Do you think when your Asexual and your reproducing you think that your just masterbateing 24/7?
I was staring at something and then I ask, "Do you think A-sexuals who reproduce masturbate 24/7?
Or the fact we made up SODOMY RAPE.
Honestly, I don't remember AT ALL how we came to the subject. WAIT.
Cricket said, "Surprise Butt Sex!"
I explained that when I was on LJ they used to have this Jrock Macros community where they would take a picture that looks like one band member is taking another band member (with a surprised disposition) up the behind. (It only LOOKS like it.) Surprise Butt Sex!
Something happened. And I mentioned, being raped up the butt. Sodomy Rape. It's the better alternative for ladies.
;)
That's all I remember, it's sad.
I'm sure no one gives a shit, haha.
Or when we were at the park three days ago, watching traffic go by and this one car had a neon blue and red light for his license plate. I said, "You know, people who accidentally wear red, white or blue are being accidentally patriotic and it's embarrassing."
However, my dream(s) last ngiht kicked ass.
One, me and Cricket went over to a house for some reason (I think to smoke in this haunted area behind this person's house without them knowing) and there were a group of people already there. In this haunted area, vines, dying trees, a big pond in the middle and weeds infested the area. The taco bell employees were off the to the side, discussing the haunted story of the place. Of course I didn't believe them because I don't believe in ghosts. But I went up the pond, kneed the earth and scooped up some water from the pond. IN my glass it was clear.
People continued to try and get us out of there. Something moved and one Taco Bell employee was crying, her friend hugging her, wanting to go. I scoffed at such a notion. And as I'm smiling, prolonging this frightened girl saying I just saw something, I go to take a drink. Then it vibrated off my lips like a hard jar and it turned to mud. I scream, "FUCK, DID YOU JUST SEE THAT?! THIS PLACE IS HAUNTED."
Soon the owners came out and demanded for us to leave or they would kill us.
Cricket was somewhere and I was already running from the haunted area and shit. Soon, halfway down their driveway, watching the fat owners waddle behind their place, my conscience took over and demanded I go get Cricket because it's unjust to leave her there.
Back at the haunted site, there were people scattering and Cricket's coming toward me smiling, having a dazed expression on her face, like she's strolling around in a park. "We have to go! Cricket, c'mon!" I run the rest of the way to her and start nearly dragging her back to the car. She was a tad angry I had a her arm and shoving her into the car. She checked her hair in the mirror and I'm begging to go because I could see the burly man walking toward us with his rifle. As soon as he's lifting it, I wake up.
ps - my other dream involved Harvard and a smart boy. I was never the main character. And Harvard would randomly give them money for doing stupid shit. and soon one boy got kicked out because of the smart kid and he was trying to steal all the money he could. as soon as the boy escaped I turned to him, a girl now, and met cricket so we could go eat. we chose rally's.
and yeah, haha.
Steven (THE Dry Waller) is petting cats, the two cats on the job-site, and explains to them, "I wish I could feed youuuu."
"The owners feed them, although I don't know when." I pipe, watching him, smiling. It's a sweet picture.
He stands, wiping his hands on his pants and steps up on the porch, behind me, mildly staring at different places. "I do love feeding animals. You should see me at petting zoos. I go retard handing out food."
Then he did a demonstration of a hand jerking around and his face drooped.
That was the single funniest moment between the two of us.
I'm eating my sister's vegetarian chili and it's not as bad as I remember. I really want to be vegetarian again. Seriously. Last time I went vegetarian my parent's were on the Atkin's diet kick. It sucked ass.
Yesterday morning, I was over at Cricket's and of course I have things to share. We made a blog. Cricket and I both post on the blog whenever we're together, or under the influence. Yesterday morning we made an entry together. (I still have yet to read it again.) It's on my profile page for anyone who's interested.
She left me a comment on my previous entry (the one under this one) and it reads:
Do you think when your Asexual and your reproducing you think that your just masterbateing 24/7?
I was staring at something and then I ask, "Do you think A-sexuals who reproduce masturbate 24/7?
Or the fact we made up SODOMY RAPE.
Honestly, I don't remember AT ALL how we came to the subject. WAIT.
Cricket said, "Surprise Butt Sex!"
I explained that when I was on LJ they used to have this Jrock Macros community where they would take a picture that looks like one band member is taking another band member (with a surprised disposition) up the behind. (It only LOOKS like it.) Surprise Butt Sex!
Something happened. And I mentioned, being raped up the butt. Sodomy Rape. It's the better alternative for ladies.
;)
That's all I remember, it's sad.
I'm sure no one gives a shit, haha.
Or when we were at the park three days ago, watching traffic go by and this one car had a neon blue and red light for his license plate. I said, "You know, people who accidentally wear red, white or blue are being accidentally patriotic and it's embarrassing."
However, my dream(s) last ngiht kicked ass.
One, me and Cricket went over to a house for some reason (I think to smoke in this haunted area behind this person's house without them knowing) and there were a group of people already there. In this haunted area, vines, dying trees, a big pond in the middle and weeds infested the area. The taco bell employees were off the to the side, discussing the haunted story of the place. Of course I didn't believe them because I don't believe in ghosts. But I went up the pond, kneed the earth and scooped up some water from the pond. IN my glass it was clear.
People continued to try and get us out of there. Something moved and one Taco Bell employee was crying, her friend hugging her, wanting to go. I scoffed at such a notion. And as I'm smiling, prolonging this frightened girl saying I just saw something, I go to take a drink. Then it vibrated off my lips like a hard jar and it turned to mud. I scream, "FUCK, DID YOU JUST SEE THAT?! THIS PLACE IS HAUNTED."
Soon the owners came out and demanded for us to leave or they would kill us.
Cricket was somewhere and I was already running from the haunted area and shit. Soon, halfway down their driveway, watching the fat owners waddle behind their place, my conscience took over and demanded I go get Cricket because it's unjust to leave her there.
Back at the haunted site, there were people scattering and Cricket's coming toward me smiling, having a dazed expression on her face, like she's strolling around in a park. "We have to go! Cricket, c'mon!" I run the rest of the way to her and start nearly dragging her back to the car. She was a tad angry I had a her arm and shoving her into the car. She checked her hair in the mirror and I'm begging to go because I could see the burly man walking toward us with his rifle. As soon as he's lifting it, I wake up.
ps - my other dream involved Harvard and a smart boy. I was never the main character. And Harvard would randomly give them money for doing stupid shit. and soon one boy got kicked out because of the smart kid and he was trying to steal all the money he could. as soon as the boy escaped I turned to him, a girl now, and met cricket so we could go eat. we chose rally's.
and yeah, haha.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
♪: the office
Last night I dreamed of me and Steven doing cocaine.
Let's not be hasty in our imaginations for a second. We didn't do it the traditional way, I mean, this is a dream. However, we did do it where we injected it into ourselves. Haha. DRY. There was no soluble to speak of. So, we put the cocaine, dry, into a syringe and injected ourselves.
Yeah.
Strangely, in the dream, I felt happy and like I was high on something. And Steven turns to me and says, "Hahahaha, I don't think I could do this all day."
I know cocaine only lasts about thirty minutes. In my dream, haha, I even pictured Pulp Fiction.
Then in my second dream this dude was attempting to kill me with food. I would bring hot dogs and shit so I could eat and he would try to fix me something else. I, also, had a ton of tattoos... And as the second dream progressed I randomly discovered more.
The cat's in my lap, staring at me and purring. He's so cute... annoyingly cute.
I finished, FINALLY, Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. FANTASTIC short story. No, I reallllllly loved it. I hated that it took me so damn long to read it. Only 54 pages and I spent over a week. Well, I was tired, trying to hang out with friends (I've been feeling mighty loveable lately) and working. So, I would read a couple of pages everyday, but it still didn't quench my thirst. But it's done and I'm now on Daniel Handler's book Watch Your Mouth. I love his sarcasm.
And now for pictures from the past week:
That was in the job site's port-a-potty. Just so you know, that's a chubby lady on her back, boobs slightly hanging off the sides of her body and someone has burned out the image of her vagina.
I just thought that was pretty.
GIRAFFE!
ps - ANOTHER LOCATION ADDED TO THE LIST (new location added in italics):
Western
Keriaskes (I murdered that spelling) Park
Covington (gazebo, parking lot and swings)
The Square
Sears parking lot
The park by the free clinic (parking area and picnic area)
Abandoned train caboose
WHILE driving on the square
In front of the small library
Campbell Lane
While we were on the swings, we were staring at heavy traffic and then watched a sheriff drive by.
Let's not be hasty in our imaginations for a second. We didn't do it the traditional way, I mean, this is a dream. However, we did do it where we injected it into ourselves. Haha. DRY. There was no soluble to speak of. So, we put the cocaine, dry, into a syringe and injected ourselves.
Yeah.
Strangely, in the dream, I felt happy and like I was high on something. And Steven turns to me and says, "Hahahaha, I don't think I could do this all day."
I know cocaine only lasts about thirty minutes. In my dream, haha, I even pictured Pulp Fiction.
Then in my second dream this dude was attempting to kill me with food. I would bring hot dogs and shit so I could eat and he would try to fix me something else. I, also, had a ton of tattoos... And as the second dream progressed I randomly discovered more.
The cat's in my lap, staring at me and purring. He's so cute... annoyingly cute.
I finished, FINALLY, Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. FANTASTIC short story. No, I reallllllly loved it. I hated that it took me so damn long to read it. Only 54 pages and I spent over a week. Well, I was tired, trying to hang out with friends (I've been feeling mighty loveable lately) and working. So, I would read a couple of pages everyday, but it still didn't quench my thirst. But it's done and I'm now on Daniel Handler's book Watch Your Mouth. I love his sarcasm.
And now for pictures from the past week:
That was in the job site's port-a-potty. Just so you know, that's a chubby lady on her back, boobs slightly hanging off the sides of her body and someone has burned out the image of her vagina.
I just thought that was pretty.
GIRAFFE!
ps - ANOTHER LOCATION ADDED TO THE LIST (new location added in italics):
Western
Keriaskes (I murdered that spelling) Park
Covington (gazebo, parking lot and swings)
The Square
Sears parking lot
The park by the free clinic (parking area and picnic area)
Abandoned train caboose
WHILE driving on the square
In front of the small library
Campbell Lane
While we were on the swings, we were staring at heavy traffic and then watched a sheriff drive by.
Monday, March 16, 2009
♪: jonathan coulton - still alive
I plugged up my phone and said, "Holy shit! I forgot about that!"
>:]
Friday, March 13, 2009
♪: mom's tv show
Before I forget, I have to add to the list (in italics):
The List
Western
Keriaskes (I murdered that spelling) Park
Covington (gazebo and parking lot)
The Square
Sears parking lot
The park by the free clinic (parking area and picnic area)
Abandoned train caboose
WHILE driving on the square
In front of the small library
Campbell Lane
The List
Western
Keriaskes (I murdered that spelling) Park
Covington (gazebo and parking lot)
The Square
Sears parking lot
The park by the free clinic (parking area and picnic area)
Abandoned train caboose
WHILE driving on the square
In front of the small library
Campbell Lane
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
♪: my stomach growling
That AWESOME TO LOOK AT DRY WALLER is so awesome. No, really. We talked for like half an hour today. Mainly about him, he's so cool.
He also thinks I'm realllllly smart. Guessing on how mature I am with just seeing me around and heresay about my name, he thinks I'm reallllllly mature too.
Ha ha ha on him.
But, it was a good day overall and I'm glad I went in to work. He told me I should find a good Catholic, Irish man.
I replied, "NOOOOOO."
"Hahahaha, why not?" He replied right back.
"Because they drink."
"No they don't. I'm Irish."
"What? Aren't you Catholic and Irish? And you drink a lot, right?"
"Oh, haha, yeah, I do love to drink."
It just sucks being right almost 100% allllll the time.
He also thinks I'm realllllly smart. Guessing on how mature I am with just seeing me around and heresay about my name, he thinks I'm reallllllly mature too.
Ha ha ha on him.
But, it was a good day overall and I'm glad I went in to work. He told me I should find a good Catholic, Irish man.
I replied, "NOOOOOO."
"Hahahaha, why not?" He replied right back.
"Because they drink."
"No they don't. I'm Irish."
"What? Aren't you Catholic and Irish? And you drink a lot, right?"
"Oh, haha, yeah, I do love to drink."
It just sucks being right almost 100% allllll the time.
♪: my random chuckling
This is entry is dedicated to Cricket who, last night, made a very hilarious quote every time I hear an angry cow.
So, because of Cricket ditching Alex to hang out with me, Alex called Cricket and kind of playfully scolded her for, well, you know. So, outside, strapping Kaylee into the car, this angry, angry cow screeched out a 'MOO' that would each to thousands.
"Wow, that was one angry cow." I point out.
"That was Alex on the phone," Cricket smiled.
And I jumped, laughed, pointed and clapped.
I love you.
ps - I didn't remember this until I was nearly asleep last night.
So, because of Cricket ditching Alex to hang out with me, Alex called Cricket and kind of playfully scolded her for, well, you know. So, outside, strapping Kaylee into the car, this angry, angry cow screeched out a 'MOO' that would each to thousands.
"Wow, that was one angry cow." I point out.
"That was Alex on the phone," Cricket smiled.
And I jumped, laughed, pointed and clapped.
I love you.
ps - I didn't remember this until I was nearly asleep last night.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
♪: radwimps - おしゃかしゃま
Hung out with Cricket today and offended a kid. Eh, she'll get over it. She was a sore loser. Although I don't know from what.
Standing in the doorway as Cricket does her mom's, Tina's, hair, Tina is talk away and I'm a bit bored of the conversation. When I come back, she just said something about a black and decker pecker wrecker. I squint my eyes and explain, "Yeahhh, I was a bit bored of the conversation so I zoned. It's okay, I do it to my sister all the time."
Mother and Daughter both share an uncertain chuckle. Tina explains herself by giving a brief description of the conversation. At the end, after I zone in again, I catch, "See? It wasn't that bad was it? I was talking about my black and decker pecker wrecker."
I give a quizzical expression to Cricket.
Cricket answers my look to me while she is still dying her mother's hair, "She's talking about her vibrator."
Tina agrees, "I am! It takes a car battery to operate. ;)"
Cricket shares a face with me since her mother can't see her, "Geez! Did you feel my childbirth?"
Having The Kid in the car with us (Me, Cricket and Tina) to go get pizza, we all keep talking about the moon to keep The Kid busy and not whine, or talk to me because I kept getting her huffy, haha, anyway. Well, the moon is to our side and we're fixing to go a curve to the right. Tina says to The Kid, "Yeah, and in a minute, it's going to be behind us."
Picturing the moon going behind us because of a curve and Tina realizing that unlike someone who is young and wouldn't really car about how the earth revovles as we drive around on it, I say in a very matter-of-fact tone, "Wow, you've been around a long time to know that."
Standing in the doorway as Cricket does her mom's, Tina's, hair, Tina is talk away and I'm a bit bored of the conversation. When I come back, she just said something about a black and decker pecker wrecker. I squint my eyes and explain, "Yeahhh, I was a bit bored of the conversation so I zoned. It's okay, I do it to my sister all the time."
Mother and Daughter both share an uncertain chuckle. Tina explains herself by giving a brief description of the conversation. At the end, after I zone in again, I catch, "See? It wasn't that bad was it? I was talking about my black and decker pecker wrecker."
I give a quizzical expression to Cricket.
Cricket answers my look to me while she is still dying her mother's hair, "She's talking about her vibrator."
Tina agrees, "I am! It takes a car battery to operate. ;)"
Cricket shares a face with me since her mother can't see her, "Geez! Did you feel my childbirth?"
Having The Kid in the car with us (Me, Cricket and Tina) to go get pizza, we all keep talking about the moon to keep The Kid busy and not whine, or talk to me because I kept getting her huffy, haha, anyway. Well, the moon is to our side and we're fixing to go a curve to the right. Tina says to The Kid, "Yeah, and in a minute, it's going to be behind us."
Picturing the moon going behind us because of a curve and Tina realizing that unlike someone who is young and wouldn't really car about how the earth revovles as we drive around on it, I say in a very matter-of-fact tone, "Wow, you've been around a long time to know that."
Monday, March 9, 2009
♪: my cat's breathing
Hung out with the Cricket Mister so, here on Beta FIsh (still trying for Blog nicknames here. Actually, Moze, an online friend, who I used to Beta stories for, calls me that, haha). I don't remember much, but, yeah.
Behind that driver's seat, the backseat on that side, doesn't have a working seatbelt. So. I usually sit on the passenger seat side, well Kaylee, The Kid, comes too, and since she has to have a booster, she sits in my side. Tina desperately wants me buckled, so she suggests, "Sit on this side, Ichi. I can always tie this off."
"Noooooooo," I reply, thinking of a horrible car crash where the kid goes flying out of the window. "You might regret that later."
*Later, as we're pulling out, we're talking about how I should buckle.*
Tina is still pestering, "But don't you want to be safe?"
"I'm safe. Don't worry, if I go flying, I'll be sure to move Kaylee's head to the side so she won't see me go out the window." I reply, smiling to the child staring up at me. "So it's not scarring later in life."
"Ichi, you know she can be buckled in the middle. You could sit on your side and be buckled."
"I'm cool here. If I go, it'll have to be through you. Kaylee won't be safe in the middle anyway."
"Why?"
"Because when I hit your seat, and bounce back, my arm will go straight to Kaylee's face."
After just finishing the Dirty Deed on a gazebo, at a park, watching traffic pass by, we're merely sitting there, and three guys - two black, one white - who were playing basket ball, pass through the gazebo. As they're passing, however:
The first boy, the outspoken black man, the one who loudly boasts, "Do you guys smell that?" Passes first.
His two friends awkwardly disagree. "No, man, I can't smell anything."
Cricket, who takes out her phone at this time, says to me, "Hey, Alex called me!"
The white boy then pops up, "Hm? Were you talking to me?"
Cricket replies to the white boy, "No, man, I was talking to her."
I glance, but remain silent.
Second black boy says to the white boy, "Man, why would she be talking to you?"
And they pass us, looking over, mentioning how we look, how he knows we have some and etc... He was very annoying, but it was a boss moment.
Behind that driver's seat, the backseat on that side, doesn't have a working seatbelt. So. I usually sit on the passenger seat side, well Kaylee, The Kid, comes too, and since she has to have a booster, she sits in my side. Tina desperately wants me buckled, so she suggests, "Sit on this side, Ichi. I can always tie this off."
"Noooooooo," I reply, thinking of a horrible car crash where the kid goes flying out of the window. "You might regret that later."
*Later, as we're pulling out, we're talking about how I should buckle.*
Tina is still pestering, "But don't you want to be safe?"
"I'm safe. Don't worry, if I go flying, I'll be sure to move Kaylee's head to the side so she won't see me go out the window." I reply, smiling to the child staring up at me. "So it's not scarring later in life."
"Ichi, you know she can be buckled in the middle. You could sit on your side and be buckled."
"I'm cool here. If I go, it'll have to be through you. Kaylee won't be safe in the middle anyway."
"Why?"
"Because when I hit your seat, and bounce back, my arm will go straight to Kaylee's face."
After just finishing the Dirty Deed on a gazebo, at a park, watching traffic pass by, we're merely sitting there, and three guys - two black, one white - who were playing basket ball, pass through the gazebo. As they're passing, however:
The first boy, the outspoken black man, the one who loudly boasts, "Do you guys smell that?" Passes first.
His two friends awkwardly disagree. "No, man, I can't smell anything."
Cricket, who takes out her phone at this time, says to me, "Hey, Alex called me!"
The white boy then pops up, "Hm? Were you talking to me?"
Cricket replies to the white boy, "No, man, I was talking to her."
I glance, but remain silent.
Second black boy says to the white boy, "Man, why would she be talking to you?"
And they pass us, looking over, mentioning how we look, how he knows we have some and etc... He was very annoying, but it was a boss moment.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
♪: the killers - mr brightside
Yeah. It only took 19.5 years to find an egg that was supposed to be twins. It thrilled me.
ps - my foot says, "hello."
Saturday, March 7, 2009
♪: cellt - キミノ欠片～kakera～
Okay, this is going to totally sound egotistical of me... BUT I CAN'T MAKE THE DECISION. See, you know how you need a photo of yourself to spread everywhere AS your profile picture? Yeah. I have three I can't choose from. Especially for this blog's profile photo. I like all them about equally.
I think I like the second one the most, but I really like how utterly fucking huge my lip looks on the last one.
Btw, like twenty minutes ago, I finished 'You Suck' by Christopher Moore. Since this book came later in his writing career it wasn't such a pain to read.
Now I decided to finally read 'Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.' It's literally on my bed, waiting for me to finish this entry, go brush me teeths and head to bed.
I think I like the second one the most, but I really like how utterly fucking huge my lip looks on the last one.
Btw, like twenty minutes ago, I finished 'You Suck' by Christopher Moore. Since this book came later in his writing career it wasn't such a pain to read.
Now I decided to finally read 'Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.' It's literally on my bed, waiting for me to finish this entry, go brush me teeths and head to bed.
♪: joe walsh - life's been good
Today in a Chinese restaurant:
Leaving her fortune on the table like it never happened, I turned to Amanda and said, "Hey, get your fortune."
Amanda retorted, "What fortune? Fortunes aren't really fortunes anymore. They just tell me what I am."
I blankly stared at her and then said in a lazy tone, "Confucius says you're a bitch."
I did my funny for the day.
GOT MY HAIRCUT FINALLY.
I know I look so evil, but I tried a softer face with that pose and it just didn't look as boss.
(That last two pictures refer to this post)
I look like an egyptian.
Leaving her fortune on the table like it never happened, I turned to Amanda and said, "Hey, get your fortune."
Amanda retorted, "What fortune? Fortunes aren't really fortunes anymore. They just tell me what I am."
I blankly stared at her and then said in a lazy tone, "Confucius says you're a bitch."
I did my funny for the day.
GOT MY HAIRCUT FINALLY.
I know I look so evil, but I tried a softer face with that pose and it just didn't look as boss.
(That last two pictures refer to this post)
I look like an egyptian.
Friday, March 6, 2009
♪: 清春 - slow
As I said I would cricket, I wrote practically everything from the beginning to the ending of the recording that was awesome, haha. PHEW, is all I have to say. It's so long. And now that I listen to it, it's not as funny as before, as it would obviously be. Anyway. I talked A LOT.
*Thinking of Miyavi*
Me: He would always think nature is beautiful... Like, on his blog, he would take pictures of a field and think it was pretty. Like, it was just a field with a couple of trees in it. I've seen better, you know? So, you know, I think he's high when he's on photo shoots. Righttttt? He's hyper high. He quit smoking, cigarettes. Not weed. One or the other. He would actually have weed
*Also thinking of Miyavi, listening to 'Are you ready to rock?'*
Cricket: Do you think he understands half the English he sings?
Ichi: I mean his blog sometimes has gangster language. He uses gangster languages to use for combust sentences. For basic English that you would learn over the year if you're a famous musician. And so, but sometimes he says 'promiscuous' or makes his entire sentences longer than five words, with other big words. You know, like a sentence you'd think a third year English sentence would make. And I think his band, actually, because he uses commas, semi-colon maybe in the middle. I actually thin he tells people to tell people what to write about or maybe his crew members making fun of him in a way. Hahahahahaha. I mean because it's really gang English. I mean, you could just tell it's black people when they're typing. Because they all have a first grade reading level.
Cricket and Ichi: Hahahahahhaa.
Ichi: And they're 27. Hahahahahahahaha. If we go to his myspace, it'll explain everything.
*when the song baka na hito comes on:*
Ichi: Hahaha, he's singing, 'baka na hito.' baka means stupid, hito means person. Na is the adjective that combines them to make Bye stupid person, by idiot.
*when relighting, the ash falls off, holds to the lighter and then I jump and it falls everywhere.*
Ichi: Hahahahahha. *pause* I just described baka na hito to you.
*After discussing Miyavi's history, I mention*
Me: Not like Dir en grey popular, or Gackt popular. He had his own kind of fans. Until Gackt copied off him. Like Hyde did with Vampires. Because Gackt said he was a vampire. And Hyde liked vampires. So, Hyde said, "I wanna make a movie." And Gackt was like, "Hey, you're cuteeeeeee." Like, come back to my candlelight abode. Where I don't like the harsh, luminescent lights, because I'm a vampire.
*pause and cricket isn't really getting it, haha*
Ichi: How is that not funny to you? No, seriously, that's how he lives. That's his house. He doesn’t use electrical lights at all. Hyde said they actually wrote the movie together in Gackt's house. And he mentioned Gackt only uses candlelight. And then they get drunk a lot and wrote the script.
Cricket: I believe it, haha.
Ichi: Yeah, they got drunk and wrote the script. He admitted that. So you know they were doing it. I bet they practiced scenes in bed, "look at my drama face!" Like, a girl would do to a guy. Kind of like a goofy dancing around the room, trying out dramatic poses.
Cricket: Yeahhhh.
Ichi: And one would be in the bed half covered in a blanket.
*Continuing on Miyavi with a new song of his coming on*
Ichi: He went to Tokyo with completely nothing. He only had a gutiar.
Cricket: That's amazing.
Ichi: That's what he says and I kind of believe it.
Cricket: That would explain why he got fat until he got popular.
*both laugh*
Ichi: I can't believe Gackt answers the door naked. How awesome would it be to be told to go deliver this to '209' and then there will be Gackt naked, in front of you. You're like, "*nod* :DDD" he's very open about his bi-sexuality. That's a compliment for his manhood. We all know he's gay. He likes to give the girls hope. He did Hyde, and probably Sakura since Sakura was their drummer or something and Hyde and Sakura got together. So, Gackt did too.
*listening to Ekisentorikku Otona Yamai*
Ichi: You know, I used to do a dance to this song while walking to the mailbox in Smiths Grove. I used to dance while walking to the mailbox.
Cricket: Do it now.
Ichi: *Mouths no*
Cricket: *whines* why notttttt?
Ichi: Noooo, noooo, nooooo. *Shakes head* You know, when I saw your fingerstache idea, I was like, "I went NOOOOOOOOOO," hahahaha, "Wait, she has to mean on her finger. Hahahahahaha."
Cricket: Mom said the same thing.
Ichi: If it was on your face, I'd be, "Nooo." You'll say, "C'mon." Then I'll be like, "Okayyyyyy."
*finally at Miyavi's blog, proving once and for all that it truly isn't miyavi writing his blog, himself:*
Cricket: That's not even kinda him!
Ichi: I knowwwww, haha, I knowwww.
*both pointing out flaws, we conclude*
Ichi: He's like, in a whiny voice, "Well, I don't want to do blog now that I'm famous!" And so he has someone who has, who they let hit the joint and make this for him. He just secretly make fun of him because he's not even trying to learn English.
*scrolling down and seeing http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b294/DirenGreyaknot/l_d88e844aafbb4026a1f62f2abbb0427c.jpg that picture, I say,*
Ichi: Oh, I'm a musician in thirty different positions.
*watching videos of Miyavi, i click on 'kai and Miyavi kiss'*
Ichi: This is backstage on the peace and smile carnival tour where all the peace and smile company bands do a concert. *Miyavi kisses kai on the cheek, kai makes face and [playfully slaps Miyavi as the man walks away.* Hahahahaha, he's like, "OH, Miyavi, stopp ittt!"
*a minute later, to cricket*
Ichi: Oh Miyavi stop itttttt!
*tired of watching Miyavi videos and tried to find something else, funny, couldn't find it and settled on some crappy indies band named 'heart' pv*
Ichi: Haha, he has fucking fairy wings. Like, how much do you have to demean yourself in Japan to wear this kind of stuff to be in a band. He's wearing, look at his outfit, he's demeaning himself if he's straight.
Cricket: It's true.
Ichi: How much are they demeaning themselves to be in this band?! Look at him *points to guitarist* He's a buzzkill! He really wanted this bad. *Watches a bit more* Drag queens all over Japan love this band. I can understand wanted to dress up for the video, but they actually dress up like this for photos hoots and everything. This is their look for everythinggggg. If they go and sign things, this is how they dressed up. His guitar is even pink, Cricket.
*chuckles, few moments later of silence*
Ichi: Why are we still listening to this?
*Thinking of Miyavi*
Me: He would always think nature is beautiful... Like, on his blog, he would take pictures of a field and think it was pretty. Like, it was just a field with a couple of trees in it. I've seen better, you know? So, you know, I think he's high when he's on photo shoots. Righttttt? He's hyper high. He quit smoking, cigarettes. Not weed. One or the other. He would actually have weed
*Also thinking of Miyavi, listening to 'Are you ready to rock?'*
Cricket: Do you think he understands half the English he sings?
Ichi: I mean his blog sometimes has gangster language. He uses gangster languages to use for combust sentences. For basic English that you would learn over the year if you're a famous musician. And so, but sometimes he says 'promiscuous' or makes his entire sentences longer than five words, with other big words. You know, like a sentence you'd think a third year English sentence would make. And I think his band, actually, because he uses commas, semi-colon maybe in the middle. I actually thin he tells people to tell people what to write about or maybe his crew members making fun of him in a way. Hahahahahaha. I mean because it's really gang English. I mean, you could just tell it's black people when they're typing. Because they all have a first grade reading level.
Cricket and Ichi: Hahahahahhaa.
Ichi: And they're 27. Hahahahahahahaha. If we go to his myspace, it'll explain everything.
*when the song baka na hito comes on:*
Ichi: Hahaha, he's singing, 'baka na hito.' baka means stupid, hito means person. Na is the adjective that combines them to make Bye stupid person, by idiot.
*when relighting, the ash falls off, holds to the lighter and then I jump and it falls everywhere.*
Ichi: Hahahahahha. *pause* I just described baka na hito to you.
*After discussing Miyavi's history, I mention*
Me: Not like Dir en grey popular, or Gackt popular. He had his own kind of fans. Until Gackt copied off him. Like Hyde did with Vampires. Because Gackt said he was a vampire. And Hyde liked vampires. So, Hyde said, "I wanna make a movie." And Gackt was like, "Hey, you're cuteeeeeee." Like, come back to my candlelight abode. Where I don't like the harsh, luminescent lights, because I'm a vampire.
*pause and cricket isn't really getting it, haha*
Ichi: How is that not funny to you? No, seriously, that's how he lives. That's his house. He doesn’t use electrical lights at all. Hyde said they actually wrote the movie together in Gackt's house. And he mentioned Gackt only uses candlelight. And then they get drunk a lot and wrote the script.
Cricket: I believe it, haha.
Ichi: Yeah, they got drunk and wrote the script. He admitted that. So you know they were doing it. I bet they practiced scenes in bed, "look at my drama face!" Like, a girl would do to a guy. Kind of like a goofy dancing around the room, trying out dramatic poses.
Cricket: Yeahhhh.
Ichi: And one would be in the bed half covered in a blanket.
*Continuing on Miyavi with a new song of his coming on*
Ichi: He went to Tokyo with completely nothing. He only had a gutiar.
Cricket: That's amazing.
Ichi: That's what he says and I kind of believe it.
Cricket: That would explain why he got fat until he got popular.
*both laugh*
Ichi: I can't believe Gackt answers the door naked. How awesome would it be to be told to go deliver this to '209' and then there will be Gackt naked, in front of you. You're like, "*nod* :DDD" he's very open about his bi-sexuality. That's a compliment for his manhood. We all know he's gay. He likes to give the girls hope. He did Hyde, and probably Sakura since Sakura was their drummer or something and Hyde and Sakura got together. So, Gackt did too.
*listening to Ekisentorikku Otona Yamai*
Ichi: You know, I used to do a dance to this song while walking to the mailbox in Smiths Grove. I used to dance while walking to the mailbox.
Cricket: Do it now.
Ichi: *Mouths no*
Cricket: *whines* why notttttt?
Ichi: Noooo, noooo, nooooo. *Shakes head* You know, when I saw your fingerstache idea, I was like, "I went NOOOOOOOOOO," hahahaha, "Wait, she has to mean on her finger. Hahahahahaha."
Cricket: Mom said the same thing.
Ichi: If it was on your face, I'd be, "Nooo." You'll say, "C'mon." Then I'll be like, "Okayyyyyy."
*finally at Miyavi's blog, proving once and for all that it truly isn't miyavi writing his blog, himself:*
Cricket: That's not even kinda him!
Ichi: I knowwwww, haha, I knowwww.
*both pointing out flaws, we conclude*
Ichi: He's like, in a whiny voice, "Well, I don't want to do blog now that I'm famous!" And so he has someone who has, who they let hit the joint and make this for him. He just secretly make fun of him because he's not even trying to learn English.
*scrolling down and seeing http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b294/DirenGreyaknot/l_d88e844aafbb4026a1f62f2abbb0427c.jpg that picture, I say,*
Ichi: Oh, I'm a musician in thirty different positions.
*watching videos of Miyavi, i click on 'kai and Miyavi kiss'*
Ichi: This is backstage on the peace and smile carnival tour where all the peace and smile company bands do a concert. *Miyavi kisses kai on the cheek, kai makes face and [playfully slaps Miyavi as the man walks away.* Hahahahaha, he's like, "OH, Miyavi, stopp ittt!"
*a minute later, to cricket*
Ichi: Oh Miyavi stop itttttt!
*tired of watching Miyavi videos and tried to find something else, funny, couldn't find it and settled on some crappy indies band named 'heart' pv*
Ichi: Haha, he has fucking fairy wings. Like, how much do you have to demean yourself in Japan to wear this kind of stuff to be in a band. He's wearing, look at his outfit, he's demeaning himself if he's straight.
Cricket: It's true.
Ichi: How much are they demeaning themselves to be in this band?! Look at him *points to guitarist* He's a buzzkill! He really wanted this bad. *Watches a bit more* Drag queens all over Japan love this band. I can understand wanted to dress up for the video, but they actually dress up like this for photos hoots and everything. This is their look for everythinggggg. If they go and sign things, this is how they dressed up. His guitar is even pink, Cricket.
*chuckles, few moments later of silence*
Ichi: Why are we still listening to this?
Thursday, March 5, 2009
♪: dr hook - sharing the night together
Just finished 'Bloodsucking Fiends' by Christopher Moore.
I would have sent a long, drawn out review of the book to Cricket, but I wanted an excuse to update my bloggy.
That's right, I'm thinking of pet names for this blog. I'm stuck on them, however, so expect to see different names to pop up every now and again. ANYWAY.
Christopher is a funny, smart man but has a stupid ideas of women. I just hateee that all his women are perfect and have hardly any flaws. He makes the main character in the story go shopping, have regular wants and complaints as any stereotypical woman. When she dresses up nice, he makes all the men notice and how she likes it, etc.
People wonder why I never read/write about women as main characters. They're annoying as hell, that's why. They always seem to be so fucking stupid. And they're whiny. How come women always have to so unbelievable whiny and crying everywhere? Always falling in love, finding romance in killings, etc.
But, the way he knows how to write a group of guys who drink and do drugs together is hilarious, hahaha. The Animals were the best thing to his books save for The Emperor. The fact that he had extensive knowledge about the smell of weed made me nod and repeat, "Oh, he knows."
Okay, so, he also made the most memorable scene in a book since I read about Armand and his Master/Maker barebacking it in 'The Vampire Lestat.' He made some greasy skinned, balding, fat man as a coroner and made him a necrophiliac. And, he took time to make it where it described his foreplay, the way he would talk to the dead body and the way he would strip them down, the anticipation, the drool. Ugh, it was so awesome.
Whenever I write a book, I'm referring to that, or writing my own version.
(Oh, and how my song fits this scene so well.)
I DETEST the speed of everything. Yeah, it was a short book, I understand. But none of those characters I could get in touch with, emotionally. And randomly, as if it would be amusing or something, he sent Jody's mother into the book. How boring. So random. Like, he tried to describe things which a person would normally forget - calling the 'rents. It bothered me to no extent. It just did. Even the snapping turtles, yes, yes, they made use of the ending, but it doesn't matter. I can't describe why I hated it so much, I just do/did.
IN OTHER NEWS.
I'm making another layout. This one is just the blogger version of the 'hemmingway' from wordpress. No, I didn't make it, haha.
But, I am working on my own personal layout so no one else could possibly have the same layout as me. I have an obsession and it's rather sad.
I would have sent a long, drawn out review of the book to Cricket, but I wanted an excuse to update my bloggy.
That's right, I'm thinking of pet names for this blog. I'm stuck on them, however, so expect to see different names to pop up every now and again. ANYWAY.
Christopher is a funny, smart man but has a stupid ideas of women. I just hateee that all his women are perfect and have hardly any flaws. He makes the main character in the story go shopping, have regular wants and complaints as any stereotypical woman. When she dresses up nice, he makes all the men notice and how she likes it, etc.
People wonder why I never read/write about women as main characters. They're annoying as hell, that's why. They always seem to be so fucking stupid. And they're whiny. How come women always have to so unbelievable whiny and crying everywhere? Always falling in love, finding romance in killings, etc.
But, the way he knows how to write a group of guys who drink and do drugs together is hilarious, hahaha. The Animals were the best thing to his books save for The Emperor. The fact that he had extensive knowledge about the smell of weed made me nod and repeat, "Oh, he knows."
Okay, so, he also made the most memorable scene in a book since I read about Armand and his Master/Maker barebacking it in 'The Vampire Lestat.' He made some greasy skinned, balding, fat man as a coroner and made him a necrophiliac. And, he took time to make it where it described his foreplay, the way he would talk to the dead body and the way he would strip them down, the anticipation, the drool. Ugh, it was so awesome.
Whenever I write a book, I'm referring to that, or writing my own version.
(Oh, and how my song fits this scene so well.)
I DETEST the speed of everything. Yeah, it was a short book, I understand. But none of those characters I could get in touch with, emotionally. And randomly, as if it would be amusing or something, he sent Jody's mother into the book. How boring. So random. Like, he tried to describe things which a person would normally forget - calling the 'rents. It bothered me to no extent. It just did. Even the snapping turtles, yes, yes, they made use of the ending, but it doesn't matter. I can't describe why I hated it so much, I just do/did.
IN OTHER NEWS.
I'm making another layout. This one is just the blogger version of the 'hemmingway' from wordpress. No, I didn't make it, haha.
But, I am working on my own personal layout so no one else could possibly have the same layout as me. I have an obsession and it's rather sad.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
♪: moving pictures - never
Last night after coming home from Cricket's, while on the toilet, I thought of another story which I'm in the midst of writing. It's going to be awesome. Already have the title ('That's Not What Love is') which I thought of this morning while eating a muffin.
The story shuffles through some messed up man's life, where no one knows what he truly likes/is until it's too late. He keeps switching between weird fucking fetishes to make the girl he's with to love him. And, I have five written down, two written out and yes. It's going to be awesome as shit.
Anyway.
My dream last night was exhausting.
A brief summary: So. A girl and me weren't getting along so I hit her or something and I walked away. While walking away, her and her friends follow me. Then, I stop, stare at her and she has a weapon. A broken can. She jabbed it at me and I'm holding her hands apart while everyone laughs and I'm screaming, because this woman is mad, "Someone call the police!"
I finally get loose and am running away through back alleys, trying too hard to grab onto doors and shit to stay in the air, above her head. Every time she spots me, she has a different weapon, found on the street, bent and shit to make it dangerous. I try to run, but we all know in dreams, it's so hard to run away from a dream-character. Even hitting her, when she catches me for the second time, because I keep missing.
I get away, once more, and am searching for people to help me, to get her off, to let me hide there and use their phone. I'm begging, pleading, on the verge of tears. No one hears me. Fed-up, I sneak into some Asian parlor, hiding from that vicious girl and all her giggling friends. The Asians keep telling me to go face her like a woman and to get out.
About that time I wake up.
New song for the list me and Cricket are making:
新興宗教楽団NoGoD - 万黒深層大サァカス
The story shuffles through some messed up man's life, where no one knows what he truly likes/is until it's too late. He keeps switching between weird fucking fetishes to make the girl he's with to love him. And, I have five written down, two written out and yes. It's going to be awesome as shit.
Anyway.
My dream last night was exhausting.
A brief summary: So. A girl and me weren't getting along so I hit her or something and I walked away. While walking away, her and her friends follow me. Then, I stop, stare at her and she has a weapon. A broken can. She jabbed it at me and I'm holding her hands apart while everyone laughs and I'm screaming, because this woman is mad, "Someone call the police!"
I finally get loose and am running away through back alleys, trying too hard to grab onto doors and shit to stay in the air, above her head. Every time she spots me, she has a different weapon, found on the street, bent and shit to make it dangerous. I try to run, but we all know in dreams, it's so hard to run away from a dream-character. Even hitting her, when she catches me for the second time, because I keep missing.
I get away, once more, and am searching for people to help me, to get her off, to let me hide there and use their phone. I'm begging, pleading, on the verge of tears. No one hears me. Fed-up, I sneak into some Asian parlor, hiding from that vicious girl and all her giggling friends. The Asians keep telling me to go face her like a woman and to get out.
About that time I wake up.
New song for the list me and Cricket are making:
新興宗教楽団NoGoD - 万黒深層大サァカス
Monday, March 2, 2009
♪: conway twitty - i'd love to lay you down
So, about an hour or so ago I finished 'Queen of the Damned.'
Now that I recap, I realize how utterly bland that book was... How little drama there truly was. Even the meaning behind the Queen's actions were so fucking stupid I wanted to weep before Ms Rice and just complain. Like a God ignoring the meaning of life. But, the only reason I still manage to love this author is for the way she untangles the knot of Vampire history she virtually created. I love the way she took that knot and made it her bitch. She made that tangled web a cat's cradle.
Other than her most famous character ruling and dying in some way, and the way she connected every detail very elegantly, the way she made feeling conveyed very sensually, there really is nothing else for me in her writing.
I will still read at least two more of her books and that's about it, haha.
And, a modern writer, she writes as elegantly as those 19th century writers. That's the one talent of hers I truly loathe. I'm jealous.
Now that I recap, I realize how utterly bland that book was... How little drama there truly was. Even the meaning behind the Queen's actions were so fucking stupid I wanted to weep before Ms Rice and just complain. Like a God ignoring the meaning of life. But, the only reason I still manage to love this author is for the way she untangles the knot of Vampire history she virtually created. I love the way she took that knot and made it her bitch. She made that tangled web a cat's cradle.
Other than her most famous character ruling and dying in some way, and the way she connected every detail very elegantly, the way she made feeling conveyed very sensually, there really is nothing else for me in her writing.
I will still read at least two more of her books and that's about it, haha.
And, a modern writer, she writes as elegantly as those 19th century writers. That's the one talent of hers I truly loathe. I'm jealous.
♪: 新興宗教楽団NoGoD - 万黒深層大サァカス
This NoGoD song I'm listening to is the fucking shit.
OMG.
hahaha.
UM.
I video'd my cat annoying me, well, distracting me. He does this every single fucking day. I love him, but this gets a tad old, haha.
(I think this NoGoD song is freaking him out, he's tensing, haha.)
OMG.
hahaha.
UM.
I video'd my cat annoying me, well, distracting me. He does this every single fucking day. I love him, but this gets a tad old, haha.
(I think this NoGoD song is freaking him out, he's tensing, haha.)
Sunday, March 1, 2009
♪: 新興宗教楽団NoGoD - 約束の地
Amanda, my sister, has a really bad chest cold. Her throat is so bad, she can't talk. So, she's been in the shower and all I heard was quiet, so I started talking to her, knowing she can't talk back.
Me: You know, I called Dad. I told him to pick up some hot dogs. So, when he gets home, you can fix yourself a hot dog, it's okay. *licks my pop-up* We also have relish, so if you want a hotdog with relish, you can do that when he gets home. *pauses and takes a few more licks of my pop-up* I'm eating one of your pop-ups, and it's delicious! Oh! I told him to pick up some Kraft Cheese. So, when he gets home with the hotdogs, you can also put cheese, with the relish, on the hot dog.
-long silence-
Me: Amanda, are you okay? *waits* Are you on the toilet? Amanda? *waits, again* I'm going to knock on the door! If you're alive, knock back!
*hears laughter*
hahahaha.
-
Two days ago, Cricket got her haircut and I was totally with her. It was the day I wrote about the zombie dream :)
Cricket, honey, your boobs look fabulous here! hahahahaha. Lop-sided ♥
At the hairdressers, when Cricket went up to pay, I said, "You know, if you curl it back, it'll look like Farah Facet."
I made the hairdresser chuckle a bit heavily >:)
Goal met for the day.
Me: You know, I called Dad. I told him to pick up some hot dogs. So, when he gets home, you can fix yourself a hot dog, it's okay. *licks my pop-up* We also have relish, so if you want a hotdog with relish, you can do that when he gets home. *pauses and takes a few more licks of my pop-up* I'm eating one of your pop-ups, and it's delicious! Oh! I told him to pick up some Kraft Cheese. So, when he gets home with the hotdogs, you can also put cheese, with the relish, on the hot dog.
-long silence-
Me: Amanda, are you okay? *waits* Are you on the toilet? Amanda? *waits, again* I'm going to knock on the door! If you're alive, knock back!
*hears laughter*
hahahaha.
-
Two days ago, Cricket got her haircut and I was totally with her. It was the day I wrote about the zombie dream :)
Cricket, honey, your boobs look fabulous here! hahahahaha. Lop-sided ♥
At the hairdressers, when Cricket went up to pay, I said, "You know, if you curl it back, it'll look like Farah Facet."
I made the hairdresser chuckle a bit heavily >:)
Goal met for the day.
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