tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33965122011-04-21T15:16:53.128-04:00Harem Inter ThrustWalls impede my progress.
eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comBlogger1791100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-840887352002-11-05T19:59:00.000-05:002002-11-05T19:59:11.753-05:00jizzus, I'm so frustrated and/or confused with everything. I wouldn't even call it angst, really.
Seems that detail is bad. So is today. eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-839435392002-11-02T22:59:00.000-05:002002-11-03T10:32:28.000-05:00yes, I changed the template. The harem girl made me suicidal. eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-839415392002-11-02T21:56:00.000-05:002002-11-02T21:56:44.116-05:00So after the perspective of reading Chelsea's OD, I feel like I should censor this slightly less. What harm could it do, honestly? Yea, so Daniel and Jennifer read this, what can they do, really? What can anyone do?
I had friends over for halloween. Chelsea, Phil, and Ken. I think that as a group they are my closest friends right now. No, I do not have as much past with them as I do with andreaeRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-839398412002-11-02T21:01:00.000-05:002002-11-02T21:01:44.020-05:00For the love of jizzus, I give up on my domain. At least for the time being.eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-837415012002-10-29T18:53:00.000-05:002002-10-29T18:53:32.543-05:00GO HERE.eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-833778572002-10-22T20:29:00.000-04:002002-10-22T20:29:44.026-04:00grr, the font on my browser is somehow suddenly obscenly large.
I think that things in my life don't make too much sense, and that I keep screwing myself over. However, I don't actually care THAT much. eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-830885102002-10-16T19:58:00.000-04:002002-10-16T19:58:35.936-04:00I rode the bus today. I hate the bus.
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I probably won't be updating this quite as often anymore, clearly. I have my own domain now whic I am working on. Soon everything will be there. Soon.eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-828790392002-10-12T04:45:00.000-04:002002-10-13T12:38:36.000-04:00Things that happen in the late of the night.
Carnie women behold their feet with a sense of pride. They are unique to the women of the traveling circus. In other societies and cultures, the women spend hours of every day working and thinking about how they will next clothe the feet of their family. The quest for socks is insatiable.
The families of the circus, however, are run by a different eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-828515152002-10-11T14:10:00.000-04:002002-10-11T14:10:15.196-04:00I didn't go to school today. I feel a bit guilty about it.
The problem is that...... well, there are many, and on second thought I don't feel like explaining them.
The good thing about today is that I finally bought my own domain name. Not that it will be up and running immediatly, or anything, but it's 100% MINE.eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-828392632002-10-11T09:20:00.000-04:002002-10-11T09:22:04.000-04:00aw, hooray! My idol. Didn't scew the results at all. Might not mean much, but I am still pleased.
You are Allen Ginsberg
The "Which Beatnik Are You?" test was created by . Take the test here!
eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-827852942002-10-10T06:43:00.000-04:002002-10-10T06:43:43.830-04:00so. very. early. eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-827169732002-10-08T21:32:00.000-04:002002-10-08T21:32:16.300-04:00Why am I not a beatnik? I just realized that it is the PERFECT subculture for me.
"The original idea of what it meant to be "beat" was simultaneously enlarged and reduced by its passage into myth. It was enlarged in that it introduced American society at large to previously seldom heard of topics such as marijuana and Zen Buddhism."
Buddhism and pot? HeELLLo! eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-827168182002-10-08T21:29:00.000-04:002002-10-08T21:29:21.326-04:00Today was actually a moderately eventful day.
First of all, pictures. As those who know me know, I am pretty much the opposite of photogenic. No, I'm not actually that ugly, it just so happens that film constantly captures the worst of me. [or so I hope...] There's rarely a time that I'm on film or photograph that when shown to others does not induce laughter. So it was today when we got our eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-825737712002-10-05T20:16:00.000-04:002002-10-05T20:21:34.000-04:00So today I went to Salesianum, [or something like that] for an XC invitational. I've only been running since Thursday, due to my knee injury. I was out for three or four weeks. You loose a lot of fitness in that long. I could barely run for thirty minutes on Thursday, and it wasn't a particularly fast thirty minutes at that. Anyway, the course today was a pretty bitter one. No, I'll go as far as eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-825736992002-10-05T20:14:00.000-04:002002-10-05T20:14:03.280-04:00Around this time of year, strangely and unfoundedly, I start getting nostalgic for old boyfriends. Not that nostalgic, though. eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-824916752002-10-03T20:27:00.000-04:002002-10-03T20:27:25.883-04:00This is kind of interesting.
What [are] the most serious problems in schools? [1940-1990]eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-824884742002-10-03T19:06:00.000-04:002002-10-04T16:38:12.000-04:00Some of the more interesting things that have brought people to this blog recently:
'Thrust + Ass'
bald going to dread
What Jessus wants from U
Harem Font [in french!?]
Halloween "to cross dress"
Shallow Immature Childish Histronic
All in the same week, too. eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-824428052002-10-02T20:55:00.000-04:002002-10-02T20:59:12.000-04:00I haven't updated this thing decently in way too long. Now, I actually have homework to avoid.
I feel like much has happened since I last wrote in this seriously. I'll just have to figure out exactly what all that may be...
It's been a while since I spoke of dropping out of school, no? I don't believe I ever wrote in here that I wished to stay at Wissahickon for four long years. Truly, I do eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-823961022002-10-01T22:37:00.000-04:002002-10-01T22:37:52.546-04:00trying, oh-so-very-hard, to find a place that will be able to host my damn picture.eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-823385822002-09-30T20:23:00.000-04:002002-09-30T20:23:14.460-04:00For me, there is a very thin line between friendly and mind-numbingly boring.eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-823384812002-09-30T20:20:00.000-04:002002-09-30T20:20:50.533-04:00productivity is lacking.eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-821678152002-09-26T19:17:00.000-04:002002-09-26T19:17:03.786-04:00Humble me as you will, but lemme tell ya, I am of the distinct impression that I rock.eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-820716772002-09-24T21:28:00.000-04:002002-09-24T21:29:09.000-04:00 Kemigide [9:26 PM]: Esther is some ancient, wizzened trees lost dryad daughter me thinks.eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-820715812002-09-24T21:26:00.000-04:002002-09-24T21:26:26.703-04:00AYEeRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-820715012002-09-24T21:24:00.000-04:002002-09-24T21:24:37.280-04:00It's amazing how my dog will dive under the freaking table for a green bean. eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-820714152002-09-24T21:22:00.000-04:002002-09-24T21:22:55.963-04:00It's not my fault. My social studies homework just refuses to finish itself. eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-820695992002-09-24T20:39:00.000-04:002002-09-24T20:39:11.523-04:00Some people actually think I write good stuff. Wow. That's surprising. Gracias. ; )
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Apparently I used to be even more incoherent and foolish than I am now. Scary, I agree. I was looking through my old files and I found this note I wrote to Andrea in Eighth Grade:
Hey Hun!!!!!
Isn’t this an awesome font???? This is also cool, i think. Now I’m just picking @ random. I’m writing on theeRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-820128882002-09-23T17:57:00.000-04:002002-09-23T17:57:21.060-04:00Heh. I am just not the dancing type.
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I met 'Holly' today. Very interesting girl. I doubt that she's not on drugs, or.... something.
Holly: Hi, I'm Holly, what's your name?
Erm: Hi, I'm Esther.
Holly: I really like your hair.
Erm: Thanks.
Holly: Did you go to the Ark on Friday?
Erm: No, I didn't.
Holly: It was great. There were people moshing and all....
Erm: Ah. Sounds good. I think eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-819582922002-09-22T14:59:00.000-04:002002-09-22T14:59:52.650-04:00eesh, that's all I have to say.eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-819109932002-09-21T08:22:00.000-04:002002-09-21T08:22:48.250-04:00Can you blame me?
If you had the option of being around people who respected you enough to not say everything you said was dumb, wouldn't you? Why would you hang around people who are unkind and disrespectful? What makes it worth it?
It's not. You've got to understand.... or not. But from now on that's how it's gonna be. Sorry. It's just not been worth it. Bitch about it like I know you will, eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-818511142002-09-19T22:16:00.000-04:002002-09-19T22:16:51.573-04:00look to the right! ---------->eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-818508782002-09-19T22:11:00.000-04:002002-09-19T22:12:33.000-04:00Tentative:
adj 1: under terms not final or fully worked out or agreed upon; "probationary employees"; "a provisional government"; "just a tentative schedule" [syn: probationary, provisional, provisionary] 2: unsettled in mind or opinion; "drew a few tentative conclusions" [syn: doubtful]
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thank you.
eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-817984312002-09-18T21:04:00.000-04:002002-09-18T21:04:48.680-04:00My musical tastes are getting farther and farther from mainstream.
My cross-country coach is rather tyrannical. eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-816130672002-09-14T21:19:00.000-04:002002-09-14T21:19:49.663-04:00Update on the Quitting school thing:
First of all, sorry Ken. Not anonymous. I misunderstood.
Secondly, I need to clarify the current potential plan per what I read today. According to the MCCC course selection book, early admissions are granted to high school students who are over 15, and have a recommendation from their guidance counslir. However, the trick is that you can only go full timeeRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-816107252002-09-14T19:46:00.000-04:002002-09-14T19:46:54.196-04:00Ok, nice try being 'anonymous', there,' Destructor'. It's not as if I don't have a hit counter and you are the ONLY person who uses AOL. I wouldn't care if you didn't try to be sneaky about it. Doesn't work. eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-815762082002-09-13T20:37:00.000-04:002002-09-13T21:23:38.000-04:00I feel I finally have time to decently update this and to rearrange the template per my brother's request.
So, as I and I'm sure you have known for a long time, high school and I do not get along terribly well. It has come to my attention that my 'education' is truly doing little to educate me. This is why when others say, 'Yea, we learned that last year,' I personally am more comfortable eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-815333802002-09-12T21:50:00.000-04:002002-09-12T21:50:20.590-04:00Why is it, that sometimes it seems as if there's no other option, and no way out?
[no explanation provided.]eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-814786422002-09-11T19:08:00.000-04:002002-09-11T19:08:33.420-04:00I wonder what my father, a Harry Potter fanatic, would say about this.
And yet I doubt I'll ask.eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-813650972002-09-09T14:15:00.000-04:002002-09-09T14:15:20.056-04:00So I'm at home right now. Yes, I went home early. I'll refrain from explaining why since apparently it is uncouth to speak of menstruation. [no really, I mean I learned this recently. I don't see the problem with it.]
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I'm going to the doctor about my knee today. Grr. My coach must really hate me. I'm not exactly an asset to the team, and I keep having all these issues. But it's not eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-813010952002-09-07T23:49:00.000-04:002002-09-07T23:49:25.180-04:00I'm somewhat almost sorry about not updating in a WHOLE THREE days. Maybe you losers should start updating your POS journals on any sort of basis.
Not too much has happened, but to explain it would take a really, really long time.
I think I'm becoming stressed out and bitter. And today I rollerbladed for the first time in two years and ended up hurting my knee even more. The trainer said I'm eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-811658722002-09-04T21:10:00.000-04:002002-09-04T21:11:25.000-04:00Ken alone, genius. Me alone, genius.
Together, we combine to form something far less intelligent.
Comic Strip Idea:
Jizzus: GOD OF SELF PLEASUREeRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-810638802002-09-02T20:10:00.000-04:002002-09-02T20:10:49.396-04:00I'm going to get BUDGIES! Commonly known as parakeets, [though really they aren't,] these are the birds that they have in the mall in those horrible tubs filled with a bazillion and one of them. Clearly, mine will not come from such a place.
Why am I doing this, you ask? You see, I sadly had to go to the mall today in search of a certain type of photography paper. It wasn't there. Being in the eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-810146582002-09-01T23:15:00.000-04:002002-09-01T23:15:55.876-04:00Last night, I was bored, tired, and restless, so I thusly slept in the car. Mind you, the car was not going anywhere, nor do I have a very large car. I just had it in my mind to do so. So I did.
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Stupid rainy day. There's so little to do on days that are as such. However, I think that Tim and I covered everything that there's not to do on such a day. We cut hair, dyed hair, watched a eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-809790072002-08-31T23:23:00.000-04:002002-08-31T23:23:52.463-04:00So, I was actually pretty social today. I went to B&N with Ken and Phil. How amusing they are. What great guys. I know not why I would dare have other friends. (HA.)
Anyway, there was this trashcan that was nearly on fire, but we saved the world from destruction... or at least, the trashcan. Ken got his elitist ice cream. Silly Ken. Phil refused to let me push him in this shopping cart, CKY eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-809568462002-08-31T10:02:00.000-04:002002-08-31T10:03:16.000-04:00Quote of the Day:
"Well, what can you say, it's the oldest profession in the world."
-Rocco Wack, Ambler Police Chief, on alleged illegal massage parlor
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Once I save up $120, I plan to purchase my own domain name. What thinks ye, fair reader, as to what it shall be called? My ideas so far are as follows:
1. www.E-R-M.com
2. www.hareminterthrust.com
3. www.loverm.comeRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-809568262002-08-31T10:01:00.000-04:002002-08-31T10:01:41.350-04:00My knee hurts. I was able to overcome it for my meet yesterday, and I actually did rather well, (for me,) receiving a time of 26:43. The important thing is that I'm faster than what my sister ran when she was in high school.
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I fear with the commencement of school that I'm going to have less time and motivation to update. I come home from cross-country at around 6:00 and all I eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-808479532002-08-28T20:43:00.000-04:002002-08-28T20:43:48.153-04:00Well. School is dreary. It's time consuming as well.
I see no one, either. I've talked to Andrea for a total of two minutes the last two days. Stupid band and cross-country.
Today, I tried to build a fort with chairs. It didn't really work out.
Although I saw Tim for a scant two times today, at least I got to talk with him on the telephone. Hurrah.
eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-808014902002-08-27T21:08:00.000-04:002002-08-27T21:09:41.000-04:00You know, I intended to write an overview of how hellish the first day of school was, but it's 9:00 and I'm tired.
Here's the summary:
It sucked ass. I felt like I was going to pass out all day. Two people told me my hair looked pink. My social studies teacher has some of the traits of a serial killer. My math class is full of skanky seniors. All the freshman are annoying. Somewhere along the eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-807381942002-08-26T14:31:00.000-04:002002-08-26T14:31:31.763-04:00ha.eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-806959072002-08-25T14:46:00.000-04:002002-08-25T14:46:12.623-04:00Don't worry, I'm not done by any means. Gotta go to work.eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-806947832002-08-25T14:09:00.000-04:002002-08-25T14:09:59.880-04:00Ever been so unknowingly and wrongly condescending, that when you recognized it, it was like a big, cold, surprising, and depressing splash to the face? eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-806533572002-08-24T09:28:00.000-04:002002-08-24T09:28:57.123-04:00I went to bed at four, and I'm up and skippy at nine. I am very much related to my parents. eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-806381692002-08-23T21:49:00.000-04:002002-08-23T21:49:12.463-04:00I'm semi-trying to redesign the template. Give me time.
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I may have tendonitis in my left knee. Ow-bitch-monkey. Thus, I did not run today.
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Oyf, I've yet to start that book report, to say nothing of finishing the book. Screw me.
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The Rocky Horror Picture Show is... a rather queer film. (note: pick whatever meaning of the word "queer" you wish, it applies. La.)
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eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-805410662002-08-21T18:25:00.000-04:002002-08-21T18:25:35.120-04:00Why do I do cross country? I try not to ask myself this question, for the answer is always, "I don't know." That leads to the thought of, "Gah, this is hell. I'm going to quit.".
Of course, I've never quit, but there are always these thoughts. Today, we went to Militia Hill, which since there's no reason you'd know is a steep-and-long-ass hill in Fort Washington. We all set out to do six repeatseRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-805010492002-08-20T21:30:00.000-04:002002-08-20T21:30:39.433-04:00Tim is right. Everyone here is too prude. I say, we have a good old fashioned roman toga party; orgy, wine, various sexual preferences, and all. Only this time, someone needs to bring along some pot and chocolate turtles.
(Yes, they're great. Turtles, built of chocolate. Nothing more to them. Truly.)eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-804835372002-08-20T13:48:00.000-04:002002-08-20T13:48:19.633-04:00This site takes your "love info" and has surprisingly accurate results. Believe you me. eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-804507932002-08-19T19:55:00.000-04:002002-08-19T19:56:06.000-04:00(So I had all this typed before in most likely a more articulate form, and then my computer died. -sigh-.)
I got back from the two and a half day cross-country camp today. That would be about twenty miles. Not so bad. I mean, who needs knees, anyway?
Also, as I'm sure you've read and I'll now explain, I got to see my friend Sarai on Friday. She lives in Minnesota and was in town for her eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-803415982002-08-16T21:22:00.000-04:002002-08-16T21:22:45.956-04:00Andrea and Tim and Sarai are here. It's great. We just had an orgy with food. Too bad you weren't there. Not really. eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-803001492002-08-15T22:01:00.000-04:002002-08-15T22:01:26.000-04:00
SARAI
IS
HERE!!!eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-802987962002-08-15T21:21:00.000-04:002002-08-15T21:21:40.213-04:00Momento is an interesting film and I encourage you to see it,eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-802976122002-08-15T20:45:00.000-04:002002-08-15T20:48:57.000-04:00My Life Is Boring.
7:24 - Wake up. Make note of the time. Go back to sleep and try to forget the disturbing and slightly erotic dream I just had.
7:58 - Wake up. Make note of the time. Mother informs me that it's almost 8:00. I grunt in response. Go back to sleep still wishing to forget disturbing dream.
8:07 - Wake up. Make note of the time. Get up. Get dressed. Wash face. Pick up shoes. eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-802440772002-08-14T16:05:00.000-04:002002-08-14T16:16:24.000-04:00Taken from Heartless-Bitches.com
It's been a while since I even felt the need to bitch about relationships, but this is right on the mark. Wouldn't the world be a more communicative place, at least, if chicks were more "bitchy"?
What the Nice Girl SaysWhat the HEARTLESS BITCH Says
We need I want
It's your decision The correct decision should be obvious by now!
I'm not your eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-802369752002-08-14T12:54:00.000-04:002002-08-14T12:54:32.586-04:00I went to Our Lady Peace at the electric factory yesterday. Wow. That was totally the best concert that I've ever been to. There were two opening bands, Greenwheel and Audiovent... both worth looking into. Then, OLP, dude... we were pretty close to the stage, which rocked. They rocked. It was great. Raine Maida, the gorgeous lead singer, even walked along the outside of the balcony/bar and jumpedeRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-801662822002-08-12T22:37:00.000-04:002002-08-12T22:37:48.793-04:00I wanted to run away from home again today. I also went out to eat with my family. I sense a pattern.eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-801176282002-08-11T21:37:00.000-04:002002-08-11T21:37:25.416-04:00Ode to brokeness
I wish I sold cocaine.
Dealers get a lot of money.
But instead of cocaine, it would be sugar.
So my customers would get diabetes, perhaps.
But they wouldn't be doing cocaine.eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-801052722002-08-11T14:35:00.000-04:002002-08-11T14:35:26.586-04:00I FINALLY figured out how to get and keep javascript on my page.... damn ampersands screwing everyone over. (unfortunatly, phil, I am not kidding.)
comment, why don't you? eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-801035762002-08-11T13:32:00.000-04:002002-08-11T13:32:57.000-04:00Something important to note:
I am not suicidal.
I never have been, for that matter. Maybe once when I was like 8, but that's long ago and I cannot remember clearly. It's not that I'm afraid of dying, I just see no reason to bring it upon myself.
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My parents know that this blog exists. They have promised me to not go here. Thank god! eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-800726752002-08-10T14:46:00.000-04:002002-08-10T14:48:15.000-04:00I need to loose 15 pounds immediately. Or die.
My relatives (an aunt and an uncle) are coming over today. Bleh. Tim is right about the violence getting into your head, I suddenly have the urge to inflict pain upon those around me.
You'd look good with scissors protruding out of your neck.eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-800523782002-08-09T22:53:00.000-04:002002-08-09T22:53:07.296-04:00"I declare this the United States of America TWO! New and improved! Extra Crunchy!"
"You know how when you have a gun in your mouth you speak in only vowels? Oreos do it too."
Genius is all around me.eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-800378152002-08-09T15:09:00.000-04:002002-08-09T15:09:23.456-04:00oh..... my.... god...eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-800370522002-08-09T14:49:00.000-04:002002-08-09T14:52:52.000-04:00Somebody loves meeee!eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-799972442002-08-08T16:57:00.000-04:002002-08-09T14:51:59.000-04:00So yesterday Tim and I went into philadelphia on the train, and managed to amuse ourselves. We had all of South Street to our pickings, and we went to the CVS for chocolate. Superb chocolate, mind you, but chocolate just the same.
Oyf, does anyone know where to get those balls on strings?? I really really really want one. They amuse me to no end. Yesterday we saw a line of like 20 kids with eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-799060632002-08-06T16:39:00.000-04:002002-08-06T16:44:16.000-04:00WARNING! MEANINGLESS RANT!
It's just not fair. Everyone else gets better parents than I do. Sure, some people have parents that are too overprotective, or parents that are too uninvolved, or parents that are pretty much a-holes, but.... those people aren't complete failures at being human beings.
They aren't incompetent or entirely inarticulate and slow, they don't take 45 minutes to put on eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-797897372002-08-03T21:31:00.000-04:002002-08-03T21:33:04.000-04:00Wanna have a good time? Look at Ken's blog.
This blog is of the friend of a friend of a friend, and I love it. It tells a very detailed, emotional story, and she updates it nearly every day. (I know the first page will be hard to navigate, just scroll all the way down and then across. Tricky but worth it.)
I Angel I - If Only
People who know of my sortof important personal thing: 10. Maybe eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-797574562002-08-02T21:45:00.000-04:002002-08-02T21:45:45.506-04:00The time I spend loafing about DOES occasionally allow me to discover things.
Today, my mother and I were sitting in the kitchen and we somehow got on the topic of my dog's death. We concluded that he'd last me through high school and possibly college. This led me to get d'Artangon's opinion on the matter.
"Hey, poochie boy, you wanna die? You ready for me to kill you, d'Artangon?"
Of eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-797156982002-08-01T22:44:00.000-04:002002-08-01T22:44:49.020-04:00So with this counter, I can see who's visited this site. At least, their IP number and their referrer. Anyway, occasionally there's some random hit from google. Today, there was a search for "Sexxy womb breast" that led someone to my site. The best part is, it appears to be in some non-Latin based language. Arabic, maybe? I'm the ninth one down.
Some other random things that have led people eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-796109522002-07-30T17:13:00.000-04:002002-07-30T17:13:37.300-04:00I love the fact that I am the only person who updates their blog on any basis whatsoever.eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-796108122002-07-30T17:10:00.000-04:002002-07-30T17:10:42.143-04:00I thought that I'd be leaving my innate state of confusion in Minnesota... I guess I brought it home with me. Mainly, the fact that today is Tuesday and that yesterday was Monday are putting me in a fundrum. I don't care if that's not a word. I think it is.
ANYWAY....
I've been messing around with KaZaA quite a bit in the last few days, and I must recommend to you all Imperial Teen. They're eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-795308932002-07-28T22:48:00.000-04:002002-07-28T22:49:26.000-04:00QUOTE OF THE DAY:
"Maybe if I go around saying I'm horny someone will jump me. I can only hope."eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-795291972002-07-28T22:01:00.000-04:002002-07-28T22:01:50.973-04:00Hurrah for cute work guy! :)!eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-794803582002-07-27T14:07:00.000-04:002002-07-27T14:07:43.000-04:00I love being friends with Colleen. She's so cool and well-connected. So well connected in fact, that 20 minutes before she was leaving, she asked me to go the Weezer concert. She had pit tickets. heh heh heh. Yes, I did go. Muchos muchos gracias, Colleen. eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-794209232002-07-25T23:22:00.000-04:002002-07-25T23:25:41.000-04:00The good thing about running is that most of the time you're thinking about doing it instead of doing it, because if you had to do it most of the time instead of just thinking about doing it, you wouldn't ever do it.
Even so, I'm really glad that cross-country is finally starting again. Today was the first pre-pre-season run I went to, and I actually fared pretty well. We ran the whole course, eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-793156292002-07-23T16:18:00.000-04:002002-07-23T16:18:47.490-04:00I like fire. I always have. It's probably the only natural thing that I could honestly watch for hours on end without getting bored. I think that's because it's destructive and potentially dangerous. Things like that are always fun.
So yesterday, Andrea and Tim and I spent the day wandering about breaking minor laws. We went to that place in the woods where they dump all the old street signs, eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-792621322002-07-22T12:57:00.000-04:002002-07-22T12:59:07.000-04:00hum. You could've guessed it all along. Kind of.
take the emo quiz created by jessieRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-792367362002-07-21T21:50:00.000-04:002002-07-21T21:51:47.000-04:00Oh baby, that's what I want.
LIVE NUDE CATS!eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-792098862002-07-21T01:17:00.000-04:002002-07-21T01:17:38.103-04:00I'm here. I hate it. bah.eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-781130862002-06-23T21:30:00.000-04:002002-06-23T21:30:45.920-04:00Ken and I went to Barnes & Noble. We looked at queer literature. We got strange looks. Meep.eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-781127152002-06-23T21:19:00.000-04:002002-06-23T21:24:11.000-04:00Oy yoy yoy. I'm leaving tomorrow. Off to El Lago del Bosque. Spanish. I think it sounds sexy.
Here's my address at the place I will be:
Esther Martin
El Lago del Bosque, Oak Hills
1600 Oak Hills Road SW
Bemidji, MN 56601
From June 24 - July 20. I turn 15 on July 10. Letters from PA take three or four days to get to MN.
I have faith that Andrea will write me. Other than that, it's up to you. eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-780840732002-06-22T23:45:00.000-04:002002-06-22T23:46:06.000-04:00I found out who is on the tape my sister made five years ago.
Nerf Herder is HOT
- Sorry
- Nosering Girl
- Analee
- I Only Eat Candy
- I Got a GirleRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-780817772002-06-22T22:23:00.000-04:002002-06-22T22:23:28.170-04:00Ken likes porn. A lot.eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-780809672002-06-22T21:51:00.000-04:002002-06-22T21:51:50.350-04:00My mother dyes my hair for me, and then she's completly against me piercing my eyebrow. What crap. eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-780654582002-06-22T11:38:00.000-04:002002-06-22T11:38:07.746-04:00I'm leaving in less than 48 hours and I have narily even begun to pack. I didn't even have time to think about it until yesterday, and by that time I didn't have any time to procrastinate. Yet, I do so.
I hope that El Lago del Bosque is fun stressful and not just stressful. Either way, it's more than what is going on here. Yesterday was miserable... all I did was go shopping for FIVE HOURS to eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-780096792002-06-20T23:54:00.000-04:002002-06-20T23:54:22.566-04:00Relationships strike everyone, but some are too half-assed to acknowledge it.
It's true. And it should change. But it's not going to. And that's crap.eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-779443552002-06-19T14:48:00.000-04:002002-06-19T14:49:48.000-04:00General Genital Related Boredom
Folding one's genitals repeatedly not only causes severe bruising, but uncomfortable dinner conversation.
Not Quite Genitalia, but Damn Close
I once swallowed 5 pennies, and I shat a nickel... To further experiment, I swallowed 2 nickels - and shat a dime! This process evolved and expanded until I was up to swallowing 4 quarters and shitting Sacagawea coins... eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-779430022002-06-19T14:15:00.000-04:002002-06-19T14:15:45.976-04:00You know, (or perhaps you don't) female anatomy is such a hassle. Honestly. I don't know if male anatomy is less of a hassle, but it is such trouble to have a female body. And no, I am not just bitching about my period.
I wish there was an androgynous body... like, a unisex figure. We could have genitals no more intricate than Barbie's'. That would rock. Then, reproduction would be by like, I eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-778666122002-06-17T20:09:00.000-04:002002-06-17T20:09:47.920-04:00I did a google search for "vomit barf" and the only sponsored link was about buying "raw food for dogs". What does this say about the pet food industry?eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-778644282002-06-17T19:01:00.000-04:002002-06-17T19:01:54.460-04:00You know it's been a good day when you've been crapped on by a bird. eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-778289062002-06-16T22:53:00.000-04:002002-06-16T22:53:04.850-04:00Holy shhhheeeeet. "But I'm a Cheerleader" is a way good movie. I don't think I'm normally moved by movies, but I was almost crying in the end. Well. We'll see where that takes me. eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-778125712002-06-16T13:29:00.000-04:002002-06-16T13:29:39.280-04:00People that are so desperate for feedback that they send out those stupid "what do you think of me" e-mails sicken me. Just assume that everyone thinks you're an ugly, stupid, bitch. It's much easier that way. eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396512.post-778120162002-06-16T13:08:00.000-04:002002-06-16T13:08:06.793-04:00Ah, the first few days of summer... how unproductive they have been.
I saw Scooby Doo on Friday... and I highly recommend it. I somehow always end up seeing the seemingly dumb movies the day they come out... and yet I am so amused by them. So very amused. Anyway, there are plenty of weed references in Scooby Doo (shock!) that make it very much worthwhile.
Eww, and did anyone else realize that eRmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184568593210358079noreply@blogger.com