The King's Court

Minimal Words, Maximum Thoughts

2009-08-01T00:44:00.007-04:00

Do you ever feel like your vocabulary isn't adequate enough for what you're thinking or trying to express?

More often than not, I find myself using the same group of words even though, in truth, they are unable to accurately describe the sentiments in which I'm trying to relay. I have so many thoughts, ideas, and emotions flashing, rolling, and spinning inside my mind that I cannot even begin to explain to someone what I'm really thinking.

It makes me feel trapped, because so much I'd like to connect with people through language but my inadequacies prevent me from doing so. Thus, I fear this makes me feel emotionally unavailable to others. Not that my fear and inabilty to explain to others what's going on inside my mind is the only reason, but I fear it prohibits me from meeting and connecting with others.

A great fear of mine is to appear unintelligent. I don't want to appear unintelligent to others, but I would like to be able to carry on a political or literary conversation and use appropriate diction, in correct grammatical form. I feel as though if I weren't placed in such a high-paced academic program throughout my youth, I would be more confident in my grasp on language and wordchoice. But it seems that being around others who like to flaunt their intellect pushes me to believe that I have none, once again preventing me from speaking about something of worth. Which really, no matter what I say, when I say it, or how it's interpreted, should mean something to someone. I just wish that what I have to say had the ability to affect them the way it affects me.

On a happier note, I finally went to Best Buy earlier tonight and bought The Sims 3. I was so paranoid that my laptop wouldn't be able to handle it, considering all the hype about how only select computers would have the capability, but I installed it and I had no problems! It's great! It has great graphics, and the detail that I had thought was amazing in The Sims 2 has amplified by thousands in this new game. I actually wrote down all the numbers related to my laptop and asked one of the fellows there whether or not it would work. I know it's nerdy, but I didn't want to risk fifty bucks on something that may not work.

I haven't really had the chance to play it much, but I did create a family and I did purchase them a house. Tomorrow I plan on spending some serious time creating relationships and leading them towards their life goals. A problem I'm having though is I can't figure out how to make the cheat bar show up. In all the information I've gotten, it's control+shift+c, as always, but when I attempted it earlier, it didn't work! And trust me, I need my motherlode, as I expect my Sims to not only work, but be financially stable as well.

That's probably enough out of me tonight, my attention is waning. Goodnight, my lovers.

Big Tits!

2009-02-02T19:54:00.002-05:00

Well, after what appears to be six or so months without posting, I have come to the conclusion that it now time to update.

Give you few who occasionally glance at my blog a chance to catch up on my life, see the what's whats and understand the know how.

The topic of this rare post today is that of my recent trip to a small town called Atlanta, GA. The reason? To see one of the absolute best bands in the history of the universe, The Killers. Their prowess and complete awesomeness only rivaled by the of the RHC, though at this moment, inside my mind, they outshine any competition at all.

To say the least, their concert was absolutely fantastic. The acoustics were perfect, the show was performed flawlessly, and I was surrounded by people who love the Killers as much as I do. I have to say I cannot remember a moment in my life that I enjoyed as much as I enjoyed the two and a half hours they performed.

Not only did Matt, Dave, and Ronnie play their respective instruments to perfection, Brandon Flowers sang and played the piano with the best of them. They had a wonderful mix of favorites from Hot Fuss, Sam's Town, and their "B-Sides" album Sawdust, as well as almost all of their songs from their new album Day & Age.

It was incredibly nice to catch up with my childhood friend, Lillian. I hadn't seen her for two and a half years. It just reminded me of how alike we both are. Although we weren't incredibly close when we were younger, I was incredibly pleased she was able to come with me, as I'm absolutely positive my grandmother wouldn't have enjoyed it as much as we both did.

Well. I've become distracted by Monday night television, and I've subsequently run out of things to say, so I'll end this here.

Peace, my lovers.

Sometimes

2008-06-26T10:57:00.003-04:00

Sometimes I wish I knew what to say, because most of the time I don't.

I'd like to blog, but nothing is ever of great importance that my first instinct is to run to a computer and watch it appear on screen before me.

I lead an incredibly normal life. There are no extremes. Because of that, I create my own. And although it keeps me from sleeping my life away, it bothers others.

I think, once I start work, I'll make it a point to go at least once place that I haven't been to before after my shift ends.

It'll be easier since I'll be working on Wells Street the first two weeks, but once I'm transferred to the SouthWest location, it'll get a little more difficult. But I'll make it work.

I want to expand.

(And a realization just hit me. I WORK ON WELLS STREET. HOLY FAWK)

I am not Creative

2008-06-12T07:58:00.003-04:00

Create something creative
I had someone say to me once
Of course
In order to create
You must be creative

A sad day that was
When I fully realized the words
Of course
That in order to create
You must be creative

I shook my head
And wished that I could
Of course
Create something
If only I could be creative

I sat down heavily
At my cluttered desk
Of course
To try to create
You need to be creative

My nimble fingers
Decided to flit across the keys
Of course
To create a story
I have to be creative

The favored delete key
Has kinship with my pinkie
Of course
Failing to create a story
Failing to be creative

With my head held high
I close the document because
Of course
In order to create
You must be creative

Create something creative
I had someone say to me once
Of course
I tried to create
And I was not creative.

2008-06-11T07:20:00.006-04:00

I suppose I should buckle down and update this thing. If only so I have something to refer back to later in life and realize how good I actually had it. Or realize it really was as awkward as I believe it to be now. Either way, I suppose it's good that I continually keep my thoughts updated and placed on computerized paper.

My story begins like this. It's Tuesday, June 3rd, mid-afternoon. I decide that today is a good day to actually get the mail out of the mailbox. Once there, I'm pleased to find my new Rolling Stone. I'm always paranoid that the subscription will end and no longer will my favorite magazine grace me with its wonderful words. I've made myself comfortable on my red leather chair, and recline back, ready to enjoy my magazine.

While flipping through the pages, my eyes land upon a small picture placed in the upper center of the page. The Fratellis! I gasp. I quickly begin to read what I am now aware of - a review for a new album! Quite pleased with my find, regardless of any information about release dates, I hop in my car and ride down to The Wooden Nickel, in hopes of picking it up. Once there, it comes to my attention that the CD hasn't been released yet. The employee informs me that although the release date is next Tuesday, the 10th of June, it will be in the store Monday, the 9th. Excited, I thank him and sweep out the door, mentally preparing myself for the following week.

During this week, I managed to snath a Neutral Milk Hotel album, and Josh Groban's latest. Pleased with my purchases, they weren't The Fratellis. Monday eventually arrived and I was up and ready by 8AM. My extended family insisted that they drive with me, so another two hours and seventeen minutes went by. Finally I was able to reach my destination, The Wooden Nickel. Once inside, a different employee informs me that the new releases arrive in the afternoon, and they should be getting one in between 3PM and 4PM. I sighed a little but my grin stayed in place - I was getting my CD today!

The day passed slowly. After an unsuccessful trip to the Verizon store, Bath and Body Works, and Game Stop, I sat in my car, soaking wet from the torrential rains, preparing myself for this grand event. I got out of my car, hopped over the accumlating rain puddles and entered the store. The same employee that informed me last Tuesday that they'd have it today was standing behind the counter. I asked him about it, and as soon as I saw the look on his face, I was devastated. "We didn't get one in. Apparently the guy who does our orders didn't realize The Fratellis were big enough to merit more than one for all of our stores." Horrified, my face fell and I nodded. I would not be reciving my album a day early after all.

Depressed and mildly upset, I returned home to continue my wait. The next morning came and, once again, I was ready by 8AM. Deciding to try Best Buy, as they are the electronical store to go to, I waited impatiently for 9:30AM to arrive. Once it was apparent that the rest of my extended family were going to accompany me, I sat back and realized my album would not be obtained for quite some time. I read a book, not seeing the words or feeling the story, until they announced they were ready to go. The time was 9:55AM. Quicker than I assumed, but later than I had intended.

We race down Jefferson to Best Buy, and upon arrival, I cannot find Here We Stand anywhere. Frantic, I ask an employee if they recieved any in. Nodding, he lead me to a small corner, away from the new-release CDs and CD rows, where three copies sat on the bottom shelf. I thanked him profusely and grabbed my copy, finally holding it in my hands. I glanced down at the price and gave a quick laugh. This CD was released today and it was already on sale! 7.99 for a new-release! What a find! I paid for my purchase and had the album opened before we left the store.

I placed it in my car's CD changer - which is unfortunately placed in the trunk - and got in, turning my vehicle on. Within seconds, their new sound flowed through my car's sound system, and into my own veins. I had finally achieved a moment of inner peace and serenity.

From that moment on, it mattered not what I had to do. I had managed to get my new Fratellis album, and with that comes complete satisfaction.

2007-08-04T11:32:00.001-04:00

Found this on DA and loved it. Credit to the artist, please. <3

So apparently I am unstable and unable to sustain a relationship. Add spoiled brat into the mix and you've got one fucked up kid who gets most everything she wants.

Recipe for destruction with this one.

My summer's gone okay. Listening to Lollapalooza on XM radio. Saving up to go with the best bud and best bud's little sister next year.

Working. Even though it's not a good environment for my health. I never should have started working there anyways. It's not good for mine, and it's not good for the employees there.

I've led a good life, and most of them haven't. It's difficult to act sincere.

It's also difficult to act like I care because frankly I don't. Is that bad that I have no sympathy whatsoever for those who are less off than me and like to talk about it? Is it wrong that I hold no emotion towards almost all of my extended family?

I have my immediate family and a couple (well, one or two) good friends and I am completely satisfied with that. I don't need family to make myself feel complete.

What the hell. Maybe I'll never get married, lose all my friends, and be the crazy old woman who lives next door to Mr. USA and his perfect little family and amuse myself by terrifying his children and having my dogs pee on his wife's flowers. Maybe then I'll be satsified with my life.

Sweetheart is bleeding in the snowcone...

2007-04-27T20:06:00.000-04:00

Gosh.

I feel like such a loser when it comes to music. I have such mainstream tastes. I mean, obviously they're good, otherwise they wouldn't be mainstream. I'm just saying. I want to be the person that knows before others. I want it to be my band before it's everybody's band.

Except most of my tastes lead to music that's already been big. The has-beens. The will-come-back, but not right now has-beens. And even then. It's not that I like their new stuff, it's their old stuff that I really appreciate. So it's one big conumdrum.

It's like, I go out and buy a "Greatest Hits" CD, and then feel the need to go buy all the CDs that the songs were originally on. For example, my Chili Peppers addiction. I recently bought the Greatest Hits and Stadium Arcadium. Now I want Californication, By the Way, Mother's Milk, Freakey Styley, and Blood Sex Sugar Magik.

I'm so weird. I claim to be a money hog, but when I go to pick up pizza tonight, I stop by Wooden Nickel to glance around. I leave with Up from the Catacombs by Jane's Addiction, and the first from Franz Ferdinand. On Monday I got Version 2, a Garbage CD from '95. It's like, I've gone on this CD binge. I love it. I want a big collection.

I also love this song, "Ted, Just Admit It..." by Jane's Addiction. Tribute to the infamous Ted Bundy. Big serial killer and all that. Which interests me, because I think I would like to be a criminal psychologist. Though I haven't read up much on it yet.

I should go ahead and do next week's writing assignment so I won't forget.

I also want Billy Idol's Greatest Hits CD. Mostly because I'm in love with his face. I want to marry Billy Idol.

I also want to marry John Fruisciante, Anthony Kiedis, or Johnny Depp. Possibly Dave Navarro too...

But hey. I have the right to dream.

Peace, lovers.

what i've got you've got to get it put it in you

2007-04-01T18:55:00.000-04:00

Scar tissue that I wish you saw
Sarcastic mister know it all
Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you ’cause
With the birds I’ll share
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view

Push me up against the wall
Young Kentucky girl in a push-up bra
Fallin’ all over myself
To lick your heart and taste your health ’cause
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view...

Blood loss in a bathroom stall
Southern girl with a scarlet drawl
Wave good-bye to ma and pa ’cause
With the birds I’ll share
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view

Soft spoken with a broken jaw
Step outside but not to brawl
Autumn’s sweet we call it fall
I’ll make it to the moon if I have to crawl and
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view...

Scar tissue that I wish you saw
Sarcastic mister know it all
Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you ’cause
With the birds I’ll share
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view...

Aiiow! Aiiow! Aiiow!

2007-03-25T18:03:00.000-04:00

Henrietta we got no flowers for you
Just these three miserable cunts
sitting on the back seat banging on the off beat
we know you love us and you probably do
although you’re husband may cut us
he’s such an animal though everything is possible

give us a kiss and maybe we can go out
it’s hard to miss you when you follow us about
buy us some shoes and maybe take us for cola
we’ll get you there in some filthy big gondola

clean out the bank and bum off your daddy
you can come live with us among the has beens and the addicts
these are crazy times down at Costello music
you can answer the phone and talk nice anyway you choose it , come on

Dear Henrietta we’re just three lonely boys
Though the girls love us we’re so
into you incredibly we’d love to see you terribly
we’d love to hate you but we don ‘t have no choice
come be our wa ha ha ha
honey, honey three four one time once more

give us a kiss and maybe we can go out
it’s hard to miss you when you follow us about
buy us some shoes and maybe take us for cola
we’ll get you there in some filthy big gondola

clean out the bank and bum off your daddy
you can come live with us among the has beens and the addicts
these are crazy times down at Costello music
you can answer the phone and talk nice anyway you choose it , come on

clean out the bank and bum off your daddy
you can come live with us among the has beens and the addicts
these are crazy times down at Costello music
you can answer the phone and talk nice anyway you choose it , come on

wow whata loser

2007-02-27T16:06:00.000-05:00

I CALL BRAIN RAPE. THIS IS RAPE. RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE

BRAIN OVERLOAD SHOOT ME NOW BANG DEAD!

BRAAAAAAAIN. ISSS NO MOREEES.

I hate essays. Essays are the rape of literacy.

It's like I want to call the police and have them come arrest Cormac McCarthy and his book and take him away and never have him come back.

I can feel the pulsing effects of his novel ramming themselves into my brain, and if I'm not mistaken, forceful ramming into places is considered rape.

YES. I SAID IT. LITRAPE.

Shoooooot me. Bang dead.

Rahrahrahrahrahrahrahraaah.

I have no brain.

I am brainless. BRAINLESS.

I'm going to become a vegetable. Or a fruit.

Some sort of inanimate delicious fresh food.

Number 23 -- Opposites

2007-01-07T21:51:00.000-05:00

I'm doing a list of prompts and I thought this one was particularly adorable. Thought I'd share.

Leo lay reclined back on the rumpled bed, his dark eyes focused intently on the television across the room. Grace lay curled up beside him, her fingers making patterns across his chest.

"Your show almost over?" Grace asked, looking up at Leo hopefully.

"Unnh," Leo responded, his eyes not even flickering towards her.

Grace sighed obnoxiously, "No problem. Take your time. It's not like you've lavished attention upon me this whole evening or anything."

"What?"

"Nothing."

Leo turned up the television a bit.

"You ever realize how drastically different we are? Almost complete opposites, I suppose. I'm so childish and you're so adult," Grace commented. "It makes me wonder what you even see in me."

Leo grunted.

"See? Even now I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you and you're ignoring me. I'm trying to have a moment and you're ignoring it. What's that supposed to mean? I bet you don't even hear what I'm saying."

Leo turned to look at her, "What?"

Grace pouted, "It's nothing."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

Leo grinned at her, "Okay, Miss Emotional."

"You were paying attention to me!" Grace announced, thumping her fist against his chest, "You really suck."

Leo turned the television off, "You know, I think we're more alike than you think."

"Hm?" Grace asked, staring inquisitively at him.

"We love each other. And that's the only thing that matters."

Everytime we kiss, I swear I can fly

2007-01-05T12:55:00.000-05:00

Have you ever wondered what you wanted to be in life, and the only options that you can think of are completely unattainable?

Like, for instance, the other night, I made a list with the help of my dear friend Rachel.

My options were:
Firebender
Pokemon Master
Lollerskater
Adult Film Director

Honestly, what's wrong with me? Three-fourths of them aren't even real!

Gosh. Any ideas on what I should really do with my life?

I'm up for coffee. Luckily I'm going out later. <3

I'm not here for your entertainment.

2006-12-23T10:29:00.000-05:00

I love Pink. I don't think I really realized it until I heard her new song "U + Ur Hand." Yeah, the song does seem a little grotesque and cheesy, but at the same time, it expresses a point I really believe in.

The main focus of the song is promoting female independence. I think, after having a boyfriend and realizing what it does, what's the point of even having a stable (or unstable) man in your life? I hear stories all the time about how men have abandoned their wives, and how the women are left to take care of the children by themselves. Isn't it usually the man that cheats on the woman? Isn't it, in abuse cases, it's usually the man that's hurting the children and mother? Isn't it the mother that's too afraid to do anything because she cares so much for her children, she's willing to risk death to keep them alive? Isn't it that almost all rape victims are women, ruined by power-driven men? Isn't it men that rule our country, make decisions for us?

Of course, some women put it on themselves. They claim to 'need' a man, and will do anything to get, and keep, one. They'll put up with the abuse even when there's no children in the picture to be harmed as well. They'll do anything their man says just to keep him with her? I've heard stories of women purposely trying to get pregnant so her boyfriend wouldn't leave her. It's hard to put these women in the 'victim' range when they're putting themselves there.

Who I really admire though, is single mothers, independent women, women of influence. It's amazing how a single mom can take care of her children, keep her house clean, manage a job, all while keeping herself and her children happy. Does she need a man? I don't think so. She has friends who will help her, and she can learn to care for herself. What about the high powered exectutive women? Sure, they may seem a little tight, but they're making it on their own. There's no man to keep her back, to tell her she's working too hard, she's doing too much. She's self-sufficient, and she's probably happy.

It just seems to me, that women don't really need men. Not really.

And no, I'm not a lesbian. I just think that before a women even begins to think about being with a man, she has to have a good picture of who she is, and a good life on her own to fall back on. That's all.

Hum-diddly-doo

2006-12-09T16:14:00.000-05:00

Spent the afternoon car looking with my dad. I think I've narrowed my search considerably.

Cars:
Mazda - 3 Series
Chevrolet - Cavalier or Cobalt
Volkswagon - Jetta

SUV/Car Hybrid
Saturn - Vue
Pontiac - Vibe

Yes indeedy. Now comes the extensive research and the test drives.

Sweet december, back in '63.

2006-12-03T17:49:00.000-05:00

GET SOME!!!!

Best day ever. How much fun that was. So if you randomly hear me say GET SOME. You know where it's from. From this weekend.

Getting some.

So much work done today. Psychology paper and math project and reduction. Whoot. I'm on top of things.

Raaaah. Feed me.

Arm yourself because no one else here will save you

2006-11-19T12:02:00.000-05:00

Omg. Saw Casino Royale.

I can totally see Daniel Craig as James Bond. Yum. Oh my god.

So cute. So hot. Oh my.

I love it. I love the new theme too. You Know My Name. by Chris Conally.

Yesss.

Super trouper, lights are going to find you, shining like the sun...

2006-11-15T23:33:00.000-05:00

Soooo.

I saw Mamma Mia! tonight.

Got a t-shirt. Which I will wear with PRIDE tomorrow.

I loved it so incredibly much. The songs and dance and just omg. It fit so perfectly. Amazing.

Amazing.

I'm bedazzled.

Try to slip past his defense, without granting innocence

2006-11-10T18:03:00.000-05:00

I'm so happy.

We dropped the Volvo AND my Audi off at Werner's today. I adore Werner. He's such an adorable old man. He runs a small garage behind his house and deals only in imported/foreign cars. Mostly Mercedes. I have never seen so many beautiful cars in one place. They ranged in models from the 60's up to the new 2006 models. There were a couple Audi's as well. I think he mostly deals in German import, but I'm not sure. He had a few Porsches there.

A really cute one was on sale for 67oo, but my dad said my insurance would be that much per year to drive it. That's kind of scary.

Anyways, my dad said that if the price isn't 'astronomical' then to fix it the best they can. And it runs fine, my dad drove it there, so that's a good sign. I think it's mostly exterior and the radiator.

I had to drive the Volvo for the first time in months. Everytime you brake, the whole car shakes. And it buzzes. After being in an accident because of funky braking, it made me incredibly nervous.

I can't wait to see if my Audi will get fixed. If not, the Volvo will be back within a couple of days, so at least I'll have something to drive.

I've got a full weekend too. I'm excited. Flea marketing and the play and nanoing. I haven't started yet today, but I don't have to go to bed early, so I'll be okay.

I'd best go scrounge up some dinner. Yet another fend-for-yourself night in my house. Yay.

<3

All around me are familar faces, worn out places...

2006-11-08T15:39:00.000-05:00

Well. Apparently I'm getting blamed for the whole accident yesterday.

What the other two don't know though is that if a person is run into from behind, the person who did the running is the one at fault.

So the girl who ran into me blaming the whole accident on me. So even if I had managed to stop without hitting the person in front of me, who's to say she wouldn't have run into me anyways?

The weenie little boy who I hit is claiming whiplash and all that. While his car only had a few paint scratches.

My car is undriveable. As in, enough damage was done that I'm going to have to get a new car. Which should hopefully come in the next month or so. I mean, it could get fixed but it's be over 5grand worth. And my car isn't worth 5grand. So that's why I'm getting a new one.

It just upsets me that the whole incident happened at all.

And it's technically nobodies fault, I suppose. According to the police report and insurance people, it was deemed an accident. Meaning NO ONE is at fault.

It just pisses me off that they're assuming that I'm the one in trouble and my insurance and all that is going to have to pay for it all. The car in front of me had minimal damage and I don't have to pay ANY for the car behind me.

And it seems that they don't care at all that MY car is totaled. It's all about the little popular people. Ugh. I'm just whining.

I shouldn't be because I'm getting a newer, better car. But it just, I don't like accidents. I don't like having my car sit in the driveway with all the damage done to it. I don't like getting blamed for the whole thing when it was an accident. I hated having people come up to me today and announcing that they knew I had 'owned' Jeremy AND Ashley's car. I couldn't have 'owned' Ashley's. She was behind me. Which means her insurance company is going to have to pay ME for any of the repairs on my car. If her liability goes that far.

I dunno. I'm just upset. I mean, I suppose I seemed okay at school. But really, my neck is killing me, my head's pounding, I'm still beyond shaken, and I have no idea what I'm going to do.

Click here for the other picture --- http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/Biscuit/DSCF5571.jpg

When the light falls down, I reach for you.

2006-10-24T06:44:00.000-04:00

Well people.

Uhm. CHANGE OF PLANS.

Apparently we're leaving 4 hours earlier than originally planned so instead of leaving at like, 5 or 6, the plane LEAVES at 2:35. So I'll be missing three periods today, Tuesday.

And then Wednesday through next Monday.

And then I'll be back. For HALLOWEEN.

Yay. Me and Rachel are gonna be RAVERS. Not rapers. Whatever. Which means I get to do fantastic things with her hair! :D

Okay. I gotta go now. School and then DISNEY AND ALL.

<3 I'll bring you all gifties.

Cry cry, when there's something to cry about.

2006-10-20T22:46:00.000-04:00

You know it must mean something when you finally forget one of the most important days of an average-teens life. The day you officially have your first boyfriend. I can't for the life of me remember what it is. I know it's in March. But I dunno if it's the 26th, the 27th, or the 28th. I think it's the 27th, but then I think back and maybe it isn't?

I honestly can hardly remember what it's like. We didn't do anything so out-of-the-ordinary that I remember. I remember certain events that SHOULDN'T be remembered. But really, those will fade too with time.

It amazes me still how subconciously affected I am today. For instance, I hardly use lotion anymore, it's down to about once a day. I used to use it upwards of five or six. And I can't use the White Cherry Blossom because when I smell it, I taste it, and it's not good, because it reminds me of things it shouldn't. I can't watch Monster House anymore, but I know now he was gonna break up with me the next day.

I think it's possibly when I'm alone that I go back to thoughts of regret and painful/wonderful memories. Which I believe is why I don't like to be left alone. Because it then leaves me with thoughts I don't want.

I've got a full weekend anyways. Hopefully that'll help.

I feel like making a collage. I only wish I had enough good magazines too. But I don't think we do. I'll ahve to scrounge around to see what I can find. I also want to read and write and plan and my mind's working overtime.

I'm all jumbly pretty much.

Hands up, cowboy.

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain

2006-10-18T18:13:00.000-04:00

Well. I get the chance to meet the vice president and hear him speak on Friday.

Opinions, should I go?

I'm still going on vacation next Tuesday so I dunno if I should go or not. Skipping school would be bad.

But it's to see the vice president.

Ieeeee. Decisions. Decisions.

Sheena is a punk rocker now.

2006-10-16T17:38:00.000-04:00

Raaaaah. Amazing weekend. Too amazing to write about I'd say. Plus it'd take too long.

Especially with the 9 grocery/Walgreen trips. And the gallons upon gallons of gas. But I loved it just the same.

I'm so excited for my trip. Next Tuesday I leave and I won't be back until the FOLLOWING Monday. And then it's HALLOWEEN. Hopefully I'll still get to do cool stuff with Zan and Rachel.

Not really much to update since there really isn't much going on in my mind right now. Oh, I'm caught up with most of my homework and my grades aren't bad. Except I'm unhappy about my math and AP lit grade because one's a B and one's a B+. But other than that I suppose I'm satisfied.

Wheee~ Off to bug my parents about dinner. I think we're having potatoe smiles and hamburgers. Is it bad that I get excited about potatoe smiles? They're so cuuuute. And they taste good too.

<3

BignastylongEDIT: Well. I just thought I'd let all the guys who don't read this know that I'm FINALLY freaking ready for a new boyfriend. So please don't flock TOO badly, I'd like to get to know each of you and see which one is best suited to be my loverboy.
Also, to the winner of the boys who don't read this, you will be loved and adored and taken care of and will received my complete and utter attention. And if you don't want that, then please say so and we'll figure it out depending on how much I like you. And if I don't like you that much, I'll head to the next boy on the non existant list. But until this list begins and the boys begin flocking, I thought I'd let everyone know.

I think it's amazing that I would even want to even think about considering dating again. Especially in high school. But I think it'd be nice to give it a try. But no longer shall I be doing the chasing. It'll have to be the boy chasing me or no cigar. None at all. So if you like me that much, start chasing loverboys. <33

When You Were Young

2006-10-09T17:34:00.000-04:00

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now ... here he comes!

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined when you were young

Can we climb this mountain

I don't know
Higher now than ever before
I know we can make it if we take it slow
Let's take it easy
Easy now, watch it go

We're burning down the highway skyline
On the back of a hurricane that started turning
When you were young
When you were young

And sometimes you close your eyes
and see the place where you used to live
When you were young

They say the devil's water, it ain't so sweet
You don't have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once in a little while

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now here he comes

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined when you were young
(He talks like a gentlemen, like you imagined when)
When you were young

I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But more than you'll ever know

Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you

2006-10-08T10:58:00.000-04:00

Saw Chicago in concert Friday at the Embassy. Needless to say, it was pretty good. Of course, I'm not really that familiar with A LOT of their songs, but I knew enough to sing along most of the time. The only let down was we were out on Cloud 9 in the back few rows, so you looked foward and saw the ceiling. Also, they played a lot of instrumental stuff, which I didn't know. Which was GOOD, but just not really MUSIC. Yanno? Yeah

Then Saturday I went to work and then we went out to complete a list of stuff that we had to do. Which we completed by the way. And we got home after 8. So that was like, 13 hours straight on our feet, pretty cool. Yep. And then we watched Fast Times at Ridgemont High. It was neat going out. I got a lot of new clothes. Including 4 skirts, two pairs of 'skinny jeans', black and fuschia leggings, a pair of billowy black paints and a dressy shirt, two headbands, some earrings, three tank tops, some underwear, annnnd I think that's it. The only things left on my list now are a pair of flats, a pair of low-heeled brown shoes, and a pair of black heeled boots. Les haute-talons noir. It was pretty cool. And now I have a WARDROBE.

And then we went to church this morning and now I'm home and I have to do homework. Like the reduction and math and my notebook and just everything. But that's okay because my weekend was great. Except for slipping on a pair of five inch wedges and murdering my poor ankle.

<3

No one to blame for losing the flame

2006-10-03T19:49:00.000-04:00

How is it when someone posts something emotional and sensitive that no one comments?

I'll admit, I do it too. When anyone posts anything of the drastic emotional quantity, I read it half a dozen times, but I never comment.

Why is that? Scared? Not sure what to say?

It's when people need comments the most and you can't give it to them.

I guess it's a way of letting them force reality on their own - letting them know that you're alone, right?

I suppose. I'm feeling unsettled again. It may be that I've run out of books to read so I once again have to come back to the world of the living. No more running home to hide myself in a book.

Over 23 stories in over a week, 17 books. Isn't that amazing, that I do that? I get so caught up, with each story connecting to the other so it's like one long saga. And now it's over because I don't have anymore to read. I'll probably reread them all. Or do homework.

I think I have problems. Once I get things, I can't get rid of them. Like, I freak out if I have under 200 dollars on my card thing. Because like, I feel like I'm not prepared for anything if I don't have that much. It took me almost two months to realize I didn't have close to a thousand anymore once I bought my computer. It's creepy. And like, my nails. I usually keep them short but then I've let them grow and now I feel unsettled and creeped out if I cut them off.

Raaaaaah.

We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when

2006-10-02T18:03:00.000-04:00

I feel like I've done something incredibly naughty. I've fallen back in love with the Killers. I've had them playing repeatedly on my swanky CD player in my car for about six days now. And I drive enough that I usually get through it at least once a day. Which reminds me I need gas, but that's really besides the point. Isn't it?

I have a question for you all, which I think is something that I'm not sure any of you could answer, regarding your state of being on the matter.

Is it better to have loved and lost, rather than not loved at all?

I was discussing this with Kristina today, and we both brought up good points. It's hard to say which is better, the innocence that comes with never having loved, or the pain that comes with it once it's gone. What's your opinion?

For me, having experienced both, I honestly cannot answer. If I could, would I take back my relationship, knowing how it would end? I would say yes. I went headfirst into a relationship that was not good for me. Yes, it's good to experience young love and all that, but is it worth the odd heartbreak that comes with it after it's over? Or having to deal with the rejection and blatent ignorance that was promised wouldn't happen?

Then I think about the innocence that I had, before having a boyfriend, and I wonder if it's truely gone? They say you'll notice things different after 'dating', and you'll realize things and know things that you hadn't seen before. But really, I haven't learned anything other than how to give a superb man-favour. And is that worth it? It's hard to say.

I'd say now I'm aware of what goes on, I won't be so startled by it when it happens with the right person, but was it worth it to have lost such innocence with a person who was not worth it?

It's a hard question for me to face. I'm so glad I've had a relationship, that I've had the chance to explore, to be let known that I am wanted and desirable, but is the pain and rejection that comes when it ends worth it too?

I'd say, after talking it out, I'm glad I've been in a relationship, but I regret the person who I entered it with. So I'd say it's better to have loved than lost, with the right person, rather than to not love at all.

If that makes any sense. I've had some tension building up lately with past feelings that refuse to be dealt with. Sorry if I've disturbed you all. And if you've managed to read it without realizing what a disgusting whore I am, please respond to my question.

Playful as a pussycat

2006-09-30T18:48:00.000-04:00

I love dressing up for the weekend.

Happy 16th Kristina! And THANK YOU for the rad idea of an 80's themed party.

I know I didn't talk full body pics, but hey, did I pull the top quarter off well? I'd say so.

How far will a falling star take me?

2006-09-30T06:21:00.000-04:00

Do you ever wake up from a dream unable to breathe? So incredibly shaken and confused. As if you have to get up and check to make sure it's not true?

I just had one and I have to say, even though the content of the dream you guys might not grasp as well as I do, it affected more than a dream has in a while. I'm still feeling sick to my stomach.

I'm stressed and it was a stress dream. I think. It was probably the shock of seeing that person twice this week. I'm okay until he shows up and screws me over.

I suppose, I dunno. I think I'm okay, and then suddenly I'm not. Can emotional pain be transferred to physical pain? Because it hurts so bad I'm not sure if I'll be able to go to work today. But I'll go of course. Mother needs me there.

Ugh.

Break me down, you've got a lovely face

2006-09-29T16:20:00.000-04:00

That would be my baby puppy. Except he's a little over a year old now.

It's funny how it happened. We got Tommy and Molly at about the same time, then suddenly within the span of about four months, we got two kittens, got rid of one, got another one, and gained a puppy.

So now we're animal people. Biscuit's sitting on my lap right now and is intently focusing on keeping my toes warm. Or not. But inadvertantly he is.

I got some great cheekiness in my peer review today. Of course I got lots of praise for my use of quotage, but my favourite line from the whole thing would have to be this;

"Writing is a bit ungraceful, weak, and a little lame."

Lame. What a great word. I wonder what my favourite word is. I don't know if I really have one. I suppose that's okay though. My kitty's nose is so cold it's making my arm condense. Or whatever. Yanno when you have a cold water outside in a glass there's condensation on the glass? Yeah. Kitty's nose is condensing on my arm. It's kind of weird feeling. I wonder if I'm the only one who gets a tissue and wipes his nose when it's running. Probably so but I bet I'm not the only one who doesn't want to be smothered in kitty snot.

I have this problem of staying up past 1AM to read books. My mother says I need to cut back. I say never!

Nevverrrrr.

Edit: For Mr. Hill if he reads it: I LOOKED UP THE QUOTE FROM LEAVES OF GRASS. ... or Song of Myself, which is where I found it. Anyways. I LOVE IT. So I've put it here for everyone to read.

The past and present wilt--I have fill'd them, emptied them.
And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.
Listener up there! what have you to confide to me? Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening,
(Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.)

Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)

I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.

Who has done his day's work? who will soonest be through with his supper?
Who wishes to walk with me?

Will you speak before I am gone? will you prove already too late?

I never thought you were gay.

2006-09-27T22:50:00.000-04:00

This has to be one of my favourite Brevity comics of all time.

I mean, how can you not love this? I love this.

I really do.

Uhm, I did lots of homework today. I'm pretty proud of that. And I have to say my essay KICKS ASS. HxC baby. Carnal copulation? How can that not be loved?

.... it's got DRAMA --- The final act before the climax appears in an act of savagery unlike any seen before

Yep. And a GRAND OLD STEVE IRWIN SOUND-ALIKE.

x Harlequinn (9:39:25 PM): god
x Harlequinn (9:39:27 PM): i feel like steve irwin
x Harlequinn (9:39:29 PM): Thus begins Jack's trek into the realm of the primitive animal.
x Harlequinn (9:40:07 PM): watch closely now as he sniffs the plant, sliding on the groud on all fours, just like the crocs back at home!
jaded 0890 (9:40:08 PM): - lots of laughter here -
x Harlequinn (9:40:12 PM): oh wait! he's found something.
jaded 0890 (9:40:15 PM): - lots more laugher that stretched things too much -
jaded 0890 (9:40:20 PM): YOU MAKE MY DAY
x Harlequinn (9:40:22 PM): quiet, eaaasssy now, easy now.
x Harlequinn (9:40:28 PM): and he's picked it up!
x Harlequinn (9:40:52 PM): be very quiet, as he sniffs the clue, looking around with wide eyes to see if his prey is within sight.
x Harlequinn (9:41:04 PM): *crack* crikey! stepped on a stick
jaded 0890 (9:41:11 PM): - more laughter -
jaded 0890 (9:41:13 PM): CRIKEY
x Harlequinn (9:41:23 PM): OH LOOK! he's off! running down the path just like the little piglets themselves
x Harlequinn (9:41:31 PM): what a jolly got pet he would have made

*bows* Thank you very much.

Uhm. Yep. I'm tired. Gonna go read some. As that's what I do. A lot. Is read. Mhm.

Goodnight lovers.

2006-09-26T16:27:00.000-04:00

My cat is sitting on my lap. I don't know if anyone appreciates the warmth of a small animal curled on their lap. It's so calming.

I search for calm in my life right now. I'm under so much stress from everything and it's hard for me to sort out. I sit there and try to work through everything and I just CAN'T. Because there's so much and I just can't handle it all. Stress dreams everynight, when I CAN sleep...

Also. My mother mentioned that birth control quite possibly could be heightening my current depression. So I dunno whether to wait it out and go on welbutrin in two months or go off the birth control. It's depressing to think about.

I really don't have much to say today. I really haven't had much to say over the past few days. Other than being on the computer is weird. I'd rather be reading. And doing homework I suppose, since I have to freaking much of it left to do.

See you chickiepoos later.

Take my hand and we'll make it; I swear

2006-09-22T18:06:00.000-04:00

Currently listening: To as much Cheap Trick as my MP3 program can find me.

Oh my goodness. You don't realize how good a band is until you unleash one song, get curious, and find more. I ADORE Cheap Trick. I believe they're rumored to be the first 'punk-rock' band? It amazes how I figure out these little facts. I'm full of little random tidbits of information that totally irrelevant to anything anyone'll ever need, but I have them! For instance, Lori and Kristina came up to me today to asked if 'stacked' could be a chest reference. Well, of course it can. Had no one ever seen/heard of the show "Stacked" with Pamela Anderson? She works in a book store, and is... stacked.

I've become a romance junkie again. All while reading Catcher in the Rye, White Oleander, and doing homework, I've managed to buy myself 11 new books from the used book store, plus 9 more off amazon.com for 40 bucks (plus shipping and handling! I know.) Well, I've already finished 5 from the used book store, and those are 400 pages each. You do the math and realize how much I read. And how much I wish I could live in one of the stories I read. Because I'm a romantic with a heart aching for love. Except I don't think I could be in one of those books because they're all so stereotypical and I'm really not. I'm crazy and wild and I wouldn't be any other way. Maybe one of them contemporary ones. Or something.

My dad came in and started 'playing' around with me while sing-songing that I've got good grades. What I don't think he realizes the 'playing' was actually sharp pinches and I have little pinch marks on my arm now. You'd think after almost 17 years he'd realize I'm a little more sensitive than that. Blah. .... I'm almost 17. Does it hit you when you turn 17? 18? 19? That you're growing up? Or do you just slide into it, like I did with driving? It's shocking to think about now, but I have friends who are 17... soon to be 18. What does that mean? I mean, we're growing up and it seems like we're moving so fast. It's kind of scary.

How do you face it? Or do you just go along with it and let things happen as they do? I suppose so. It's something to think about. I wish I could become a novelist.

This time you've come too far.

2006-09-19T22:41:00.000-04:00

Currently Listening: "Cavanaugh Park" by Something Corporate

Well, interesting days. First off, girl to the right. Isn't she beautiful? Suicide girls. Amazingly pretty. I wish I could do my make-up like that. But I don't have enough patience.

I went to Ball State today. It was cold, but pretty cool. Of course, I went on a tour for Elementary Education, and I'm REALLY not interested in that, but seeing the campus and buildings were pretty neat. Plus the food was good. I can't wait to go on some different college visits, really explore where I want to go and what I want to do. I'm so incredibly interested in History, but I've heard there aren't may fields for it that get paid a good salary. My parents want me to become a laywer. What a joke, me? Ha. Yeah.

Uhm, sleep isn't going to come easily to me tonight... I wish it would, but I've had way to freaking much caffeine. And I'm starving, but anything you eat after like, 6 o'clock goes straight to your hips. This sucks. Because my hips are big enough already. Hahaha. Uhm, yeah.

I can't wait until this weekend and I have some free time. And stuff. I'm feeling really restless right now. Probably the effects of the caffeine. Probably so. Watching Nip/Tuck. Great show, I've told you before.

I bought 7 books the other day for 12 dollars at the used bookstore. I've sort of leaned back into my romantic novel-stage. I also tried to get 11 books off amazon.com for 12 bucks, and like, the shipping was 38 dollars. Can you believe I'm actually considering doing it? I'm such a freak for books. Like, you almost have no idea.

So. Freaking. Wired.

And there's Konstantine... walking down the stairs in her underwear.

2006-09-16T19:44:00.000-04:00

Currently Listening: "Hold on Loosely" by .38 Special.

Gosh. What an AMAZING movie Spirited Away is. Of course I cried (pretty much) at the end. Because it's so sad! Except it's happy too. I'm so just everywhere. Yay seratonin levels.

Same with Brokeback Mountain. The other movie I watched this weekend, 'cause I borrowed them from Rachel and Zan. They borrowed some of my movies too, so it's like a little movie circle! Isn't that fun.

I went to work today. It was long. And boring. And long. But then we went to the Johnny Appleseed Festival. Which was sort of fun. But it pretty much constituted of fat people, babies, me and my mother. Whoo hoo.

Uhm, I really don't have much to say, I just wanted to mention Spirited Away, which I love. I also seem to have this pile of candy growing in my room that I need to start digging into. Because it's GROWING. Very fast. Oh and. It's my mother's birthday tomorrow. She'll be 41. It kind of hit me today that she's like, going over the hill. Yanno? Like, she's in her FORTIES now... I spent 75 bucks on presents for her. Lots of stuff for Disney, for when we go in October (Yay, I'm missing 4 days of school. HAHAHAHA YEAH.). And a book she's been wanting... and some other little trinkets. And a cute card. I went a little crazy. But she's worth it.

I'm exhausted.

Cha cha cha changes.

2006-09-14T19:14:00.000-04:00

Currently Listening: "Layla" by Derek and the Dominos

I just realized how boring my life is during school. I have homework, so I feel obligated to stay at home, but the problem is, I never do it. So I'm home all day floating from xanga, to Gaia, to blogger, back to Gaia, to myspace, back to Gaia again, then facebook and Gaia and then blogger. And then xanga again. And it repeats itself over and over again. Because I feel like I can't go anywhere at all, because I have homework that I have no motivation to do. It's a vicious cycle.

But then the weekend comes and I'm out like a flash. I'm out of the house, or I'm in the house doing something productive because I know I don't have to pretend to be working on homework. Oh, above. There's my reduction. That's right, you people. Size 8 throughout it all. And it's like, close to 3000 words. So at least I did something. Blah. I missed 1st period today, though I wish I hadn't - it's one of my favourites, with psychology and fiber arts.

I said I'd put my journalings of my fast up here - but honestly, it turned out longer than I expected - six pages of writing, so I'll just summarize a little. It was really neat. Once I moved past the hunger, it wasn't bad. But then the hunger came back, so that was a little bothersome. But I made it, and I wrote about it, and I'm incredibly proud of myself. So pretty much that's it.

I'm exhausted and thinking about all the stuff I've yet to do tonight. Now really all I can think about are the piercings and tattoo I want to get. I think I'll watch Rocky Horror tonight, it's sitting on my desk and calling to me.

See you later all.

Hush, hush

2006-09-12T21:52:00.000-04:00

Currently Listening: "Holland 1945" by Neutral Milk Hotel

I really do miss my brother's long hair. He got it buzzed about two weeks ago. He just seems so different. Like, cutting his hair caused a drastic personality change. With his hair he was all about heavy metal -- Black Sabbath, Insane Clown Posse, Pantera, Iron Maiden, etc, etc. After he got buzzed, he's now all about joining the Air Force and doing football and everything. Not that I don't like where he is now... I just miss the old him, if that's understandable.

This weekend was a blast. Saturday I went to the Roanoke Fall Festival, which was neat. We watched the parade, got candy thrown at us -- really hard. We went to Starbucks, had it for the 3rd time ( I swear I don't have a problem) and then returned for the Demolition Derby. It was amazing, in all aspects. I suppose I do still have a lot of little-town in me, because watching old cars smash each other all to shit amuses me like no other. Blue, a friend of my family's almost won - 2nd place. We were all really proud of him.

Sunday I went on the AIDSWalk downtown. It was actually really moving. I dunno if any of you remember the AIDS exhibit from last year, some of the people from the pictures were there. It was really eye opening. To be around those suffering from such a terrible disease. The walk itself ... well, we got caught up in a slightly competitive walking group - so by the end we were all exhausted, sweaty, and tired. But it was worth it. ... might I mention that amount of condoms I recieved is more than enough to last a sexually active couple over a week. Haaa - maybe I'll pass them out to the older Trick-or-Treaters this year. "PRACTICE SAFE SEX KIDDIES"

.. Yeah.

I'm also going to try this fasting idea that Siddhartha tried. I'm gonna keep an account of it in my journal, and then paste it on here. Maybe it'll give you a little insight into me, what I think about, and maybe prove I'm not as shallow as I seem. It's all a facade I tell you, A FACADE. I'm excited, to say the least. It begins tomorrow at 6 AM sharp.

Well, it's now 9:57 and I've got three minutes to find my remote and change to FX for the 2nd episode of the new season of Nip/Tuck. The show fascinates me endlessly. The emotions of the charaters, the patients and what they want done, the raw sexuality of the show itself is so new to me, it's almost like a dirty little secret that I watch it.

With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump

2006-09-08T16:09:00.000-04:00

Currently Listening: AFI, "Miss Murder"

Welcome to Good Burger, home of the Good Burger, may I take your order?

You know, it's been at least 10 years since I've seen that movie, to my knowledge. I'm not sure how long it's been out. But it's been since it was out that I last saw it.

List of to-do's this weekend:

Finish LotF and write X pages about it as well as do the chapter summary and thing... yay for procrastination.
Finish Technology Assignment for precalc/trig.
Go to Fall Festival in Roanoke. May I suggest going, if you want. It's got a parade at 2, I believe. If not, it's at 3. It also has lots of fun little games for the wee ones to play where you can win things like goldfish and plushies. Then later that night is the Demolition Derby, my favourite part. It's where old jenked up cars go and ram into each other until there's only one left running.
Go on AIDS walk with Rachel and Zan and Mr. Fryzel. 5k walk I forget which park. Whoops.
Bake muffins.

And I actually am going to get this all done, I'm so proud. I'll probably post again Sunday night with all my weekend adventures. <3

ALSO - for those curious about my seemingly odd title, it's a lyric from the song "Diamond Dogs" by Bowie. Just so I don't get weird comments about it.
ALSO, again - The picture is something Rachel drew, oh 3 years ago? Yeah. Found it on my photobucket account.

Whhrrump - yes, it's a word.

2006-09-07T15:36:00.000-04:00

Currently Listening: Billy Idol's "Dancing With Myself"
Picture I found recently. It amazes me continually that I manage to forget some of the prettiest photography that I've managed to snap.

This was probably taken in mid-June, I believe. My camera, when taking pictures, only records the number, not the date that the photo is taken. I should start keeping dates...
Anyways, this was before a bad wind/thunder storm we had. I would have shown the antiqued copy I have, but I think the color's more speaking. (Is that right?) Well, the shading and lighting was incredible and really made the green's shine. Stark too. Though I really think I just wanted to say stark. Like Decker today with secretion. He must have said it a dozen times. Drove me crazy.

Tonight I'm going to my brother's freshman football game. Yay for seemingly-buff younger children slamming each others' padded bodies in to the ground in attempt to gain control of an oddly shaped pig-skin ball. Sadly enough, I actually know what's going on.

Other than that, not much is happening. School's school. Though I'll admit, starting my day with AP Lit and French makes my day so much smoother. Starting with math would just completely offset my day and make me bitchy and sarcastic. Because that's what the class does to me.

The Opossum Story

2006-09-06T20:29:00.000-04:00

Currently Listening: Supertramp's "The Logical Song"

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/Biscuit/yaygraph2.jpg

I have a story I'd like to share with you.
See the graph above? Hopefully... Anyways. Click the link then. Baha. Onwards!

I come home, like any other day. Park my little car in front of the other little car and get out, lugging all my school stuff to my garage door, where I open it and let my two labs, Molly and Toby, run free. I continue my route and head into the house to deposit my school stuff on my bed to be forgotten until the last possible minute. Heading to my computer, I check Gaia, my email, and the like. THEN. I hear my dogs whining and barking. Now, this is normal, but I figure I might as well go and check it out anyways.

I head outside and over to the PINE TREES as you see on the map above. Molly and Toby are both whining/barking and lunging under the tree. I stick my head in too, so I can check out what they're after. Suddenly, Toby runs out with a opossum dangling from his mouth, hopefully still alive. Of course, I freak out because it's right next to my face so I jump back, shrieking, and let them carry it off.

After coming to my senses, I go over and make Toby drop the opossum, and shove both him and Molly back into the garage. The opossum is now sitting beside the driveway and where the front of the house is. This is where it gets good. Molly actually VOMITS a baby opossum up. Wait though, that's not all. She then goes and EATS it. Again. After it's been regurgitated. Gross. After this I go and check on the opossum to see if it's alive, and it is, so I head back inside to make a few calls. First, I call my mother. She says to just leave it there. I then talk to Rachel, who's THE person to go to in animal need.

She comes over and we inspect the opossum together. We poke it and stuff, obviously. At first we think it's paralized, but then we're not really sure, so we go inside and play with my cats. About an hour later we head back outside, and oh my! What a surprise, the poor thing is gone. Well, we both assumed that it was LONG GONE, and my dogs had been cooped up for over an hour so we let them out to pee.

Well, whaddya know, they head over to the group of bushes/trees that separate our yard from our neighbors and pull the poor thing out, AGAIN. We get the dogs back inside and go to investigate the opossum. This time it's bleeding and we think it's dead. So we poke it with a stick and it flinches so it's alive, just probably really badly hurt. So then we leave the opossum there and Rachel heads home.

Haahaa, then my dad comes home and lets the dogs out, not knowing about the opossum story. Soo... here in my yard lies the remains of a dead opossum. I've got to track down the baby opossums now and see if they're okay. And not violent and crazy.

That's pretty much it for my story. I've now got to go and rewrite my AP Lit essay. Yay.

Have a good night. <3

Heeey.

2006-09-06T15:26:00.000-04:00

Yay blog. <3