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April 28, 2001
Spent many hours tonight updating my page and yet again, I don't like it.
I like the colors...
I'm not sure I like the layout.
SO, that's where i'm at.
I'm tired. 5:30 am.
I was involved in the funniest conversation tonight:
A: (in reference to the monster rancher game being played) Is that a good monster?
B: For a monster, its not unusual
A: *singing Tom Jones* "Its not UNUSUAL to be loved by you..."
B: Hey!! I love Tom Jones!! You make fun of him , a little piece of me dies.
I nearly pee'd. But i think that's cos i'm overtired.
goodnight.
posted at 5:38 AM
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April 20, 2001
I'm still all bitter about yesterday.
Another reason why I hate women.
Most women.
SO, here's something that happened to me today. I went to redeem a gift certificate I just found hidden away for a year. It was supposed to be a garden botanica gift certificate. Remember this fact, it will be important later.
Anyway, they're going out of business so everything is DRASTICALLY reduced and then you get 80% off sale prices. Aha! I can get about a thousand things for ten bucks! I pick out a bunch of cool stuff, get the total...it was 17. I didn't want to spend 7 extra dollars...so I tell the girl, okay take this off, take this off take this off. WOOHOO! Got the total down to 11 bucks. I can stand to spend a dollar extra for all this junk. I whip out the gift certificate all proud and mighty. Then the girl looks at me, already tired of my 'take this off' shenanigans, "um...this gift certificate..."
"Its not expired is it?!"
"oh, no...its just for sephora, not here."
I wanted to MELT into the ground.
She even went so far as to show me the damn logo on the gift certificate, shining in bright silver "SEPHORA".
"oh shit, yeah..um..damn. how much is this lipstick then? I'll just take this"
What an ass.
But that's not the point, the point is that i hate women remember...so....before I had embarassed myself so wonderfully, I had all my stuff piled up on the counter in a big basket. This little fucking chica in her little Dolce and Gabbana baby-t and hiphugger pants (that frankly looked TERRIBLE on her. You don't wear those when yo'uve got a big ass, sweetie)
she starts rummaging through my stuff.
I'm not talking like a quick little move of the items, just a look see. NO. She's manhandling my goods! She's tossing them this way and that, digging through what I was going to purchase, holding them up , looking at them, doing everything but throwing them across the counter.
"Oh, excuse me i'm buying these.
Not even a look from D&G Girl.
"HELLO!? These are mine, chicky"
she continues fondling the goods...
"What are you ignorant? I'm buying these..."
Still nothing
"Listen, maybe your shirt is too tight and its cutting off what little blood is going to your brain...get your fucking hands off the stuff!"
Then she walked away.
I seriously wanted to punch her.
"What a fucking bitch" I said to no one.
And her friends, who looked just like her, just looked at their feet. I gave them a stare that all but screamed "Yeah come on try it, you know i'll grind your bones to make my bread"
What is it about little tiny trendy fuck girls that think they're better than everyone else?
It pisses me off.
Hey. and now don't get your thong in a bunch, tiny girls ....I have no issue with how big they are...I have issues with their attitude. Its not how little you are or how built you are, its how you behave!
When will these little trollops get that through their tinkywinky skulls.
sheesh.
posted at 12:34 AM
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April 19, 2001
hm. So.
I was in the mall today, looking at stuff..I saw a pair of pants and i thought they were cool. Capri golf lookin pants. Old school shit.
I'm standing there, admiring the clothes.
"These are sweet. You would need to have a black hoodie with these." I said to myself.
"What's 33% off 40 bucks?"
"If i buy these, i'll have to ...." but I didn't get to finish my thought.
I was RUDELY interrupted by two girls that ran in the store, nearly arm in arm, their flare jeans a flyin.
"OH MY GOD!!!!!!!" they squealed as they stood in the middle of the store, right next to where I was standing.
"We're in the FAT PEOPLES STORE! JESUS!!!!!"
A look of complete and utter terror crossed their emaciated faces as they turned to me and gave me a once over.
They must have thought I was godzilla coming to terrorize their little tiny village of hip huggers and baby-t's.
"Be nice to the natives, they might be hungry! Fat people are scary!" I know they were thinking...
"HEY!" their boyfriends Tommy Hilfiger and Mr. American Eagle, stood by the door, yelling for their girls both named Bebe.
"Man, we told you that you were going in the wrong damn store. Whatchoo doin in a fat store! HAHAHAHA FAT ASSES!"
The girls ran out, clutching eachother tightly, nearly escaping the doom of the fat store.
Lucky for them I had already eaten.
Fucking bitches.
posted at 1:49 AM
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April 17, 2001
Apparently my links didn't work yesterday so ignore them ...
here's a better link:
pictures
This one shows my old mess of hair and my new golden hair.
ta da. cheers.
posted at 12:52 AM
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April 15, 2001
Oh......so. I was going to go read, but I had to smoke one more cigarette before I get engrossed in the book.
I'm already hating this layout, and It will soon change. I hate it.
I liked it at first, now it's just lame.
I'm going to start writing again. And...i'm going to start getting my ass in gear about grad school. I found a program that I can get a Ph.D in Film Criticism...and its a 2 year program. There's a ton of scholarships out there for me, I just have to get crackin.
Easter at my parents house was nice. I love my family. I feel so lucky to have a family that is just cool as shit. And ...to have a family that is funny as hell. My uncle steve totally inspires me.
I'll get some pictures from him and his girlfriend Dusty just to show you what a character he is. He's the LOUD DRUNK guy that is part of the family...but he has a heart of solid gold, man. He can be annoying but he always makes people laugh, and he is really really sensitive to peoples feelings. He just likes to tell stories that involve either, strip bars, cops, naked ladies, and alcohol. Or all 4 things combined. ANd usually they have all happened to him.
He's going to buy one of those automatic bubble fans (a container that holds all the bubble juice and has a fan hooked up to it...so it shoots the bubbles out really quick...and its hand held!)..and he's going to take this bubble fan to the bar and yell "I"M HERE!!!!!!!!!!!" and shoot the bubbles all over the place. He bought 3 zoot suits...and wears them to church. My uncle steve may drive you crazy with how loud he talks and how drunk he can get, but i'll be damned if i've ever met a person who didn't LIKE him.
He's had his share of fuck-ups that's for sure...but he can still laugh. That's cool
And his son, my cousin Derrick, looks EXACTLY like my bro. Its pretty cool.
Except Derrick is Hispanic and my bro is Filipino.
anyway, being at my parents house gave me such a great sense of ...pride and inspiration. I wish I still had that story I wrote on themestream about my dad. I'll find it somewhere...I'd like to see what you guys think.
So ...there was something else I was goign to write about but I can't remember now.
Aside from the fact i can't get that goddamned "Jolene" song out of my head.
Fuck.
and what the hell happened to goldylocks in the story, anyway? Did she get eaten by the bears? Did she just run away? Did they eat a woodcutter? I can't remember...I just remember "someone's been sleeping in MY bed".
Goldylocks. She was lame.
Rapunzel....now she had "golden hair" too...
maybe I should go with Rapunzel instead of Goldylocks.
ah well.
off to bed with me. cigarette is done!
posted at 11:00 PM
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OH my god.
You know what makes dolly parton absolutely the coolest?
Everyone from Cake to White Stripes to Sisters of Mercy have covered her.
I am obsessed with the "jolene" song.
JOLENE JOLENE JOLENE JOOOOOOOOOOOOOLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENEEEEEEEEE!!!!
here's pictures of my hair:
1
2
the pictures suck...especially #2 cos i just woke up...so gimme some slack
I believe the hair color is called..."gold".
GOLDYLOCKS! awww...
JOLENE JOLENE JOLENE JOOOOOOOOOOLEEEEEEEEEEEEEENE!
yeah.
posted at 10:20 PM
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April 13, 2001
Two songs I am not ashamed to like...
"Rio" by duran duran. I have to scream this song at the top of my lungs when it comes on the radio.
its the best.
"Always be my baby" by Mariah Carey.
Laugh all you want. This song is incredible. She's got a great voice, the words are so touching...and it reminds me of college. My big brother in the frat, Shane, used to LOVE her. He'd sing her songs all the time. He even did a talent show once, singing that 'fantasy' song.
This song reminds me of shane and those fun wonderful times.
I wish i had the ability to put into words how great college was. Yeah so i went through a depression there for a while...but damn. I had some kick ass fun.
At any rate, i'm blondi-fying my hair.
Should be interesting to see what this does to the current mess that resides there.
Its currently a mish-mash of ...manic panic/sfx vampire red, flame red...some loreal red, some other different red, some bleached spots that are shining through, and an ash blonde/brown root area.
I may have to bleach this first. I don't know. I'm trying a strand test to see what blonde does to it.
My poor hair.
I get upset and have to fuck with it.
I need another hobby.
posted at 10:03 PM
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I am back after a long haitus...
Where's my congratulatory party?
I am afraid that I have nothing interesting to say today. Though I am excited to get some easter candy. The sad fact is, I'm too old to get easter baskets any more. That's just not fair. I still give them out to people (when I have money)...but, no one gives them to me.
I remember my senior year of highschool, I was on spring break in myrtle beach (god help me, i had a horrible time...sun, sand...swimming?? the bane(s) of my exsistance)
and my mom mailed down a bunch of packages to the people we were staying with and asked them to have them set up for us when we woke up.
So...I woke up to easter candy and stuffed animals!!
That is one of the coolest things my mom has ever done for me.
I love her.
and now...i sit. rotting away and forgotten..
Some of the shit that I have to deal with in my life, I shouldn't be dealing with. Does that make sense? I shouldn't be sick all the time. I shouldn't have constant headaches and stomach pain.
Its because of my oh so funny way of avoiding the problem.
I hate making waves.
I hate waves being made.
It always seems easier at the time to avoid the problem in question. (hehe I wrote "easterier" instead of "easier" . GIMME SOME CANDY)
oh well.
Gonna have me some chocolate milk and watch some tv, ya'll.
fire it up!
posted at 5:37 PM
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April 12, 2001
hm?
posted at 2:41 PM
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