An update dedicated to Whetzel
So I added dear Matt Whetzel to my msn list...
And being the funny guy he is, starts talking to me in a language I know less than fluently.


KaEl ...ES MEJOR ARDER KE DESVANECERSE..... says:
hola

KaEl ...ES MEJOR ARDER KE DESVANECERSE..... says:
kien eres

¤Shannon¤ says:
hey

¤Shannon¤ says:
is this whetzel?

KaEl ...ES MEJOR ARDER KE DESVANECERSE..... says:
de donde eres

¤Shannon¤ says:
USA

KaEl ...ES MEJOR ARDER KE DESVANECERSE..... says:
soy de mexico...

¤Shannon¤ says:
Tengo el email address incorrecto. Apesadumbrado
(I have the incorrect email address. Sorry)

KaEl ...ES MEJOR ARDER KE DESVANECERSE..... says:
ahh ok.....

¤Shannon¤ says:
hmm it says its mega_zero though

KaEl ...ES MEJOR ARDER KE DESVANECERSE..... says:
si es mega_zero@hotmail.com

¤Shannon¤ says:
hmm...

KaEl ...ES MEJOR ARDER KE DESVANECERSE..... says:
(rolling eyes emoticon)

¤Shannon¤ says:
Estoy apesadumbrado. Mi amigo tiene dos rayas en el email address.
(Typed it as "sorry he has two underscores" or something. Translated again means, "I am grieved. My friend has two rays in the email address.")

KaEl ...ES MEJOR ARDER KE DESVANECERSE..... says:
ah ok...te equivocaste....jejeje
(something like, oh thats okay, you were mistaken)


And with the trusty Babel Fish Translator I discovered that Whetzel wasn't hispanic and actually had two underscores in his email address.

Why the hell am I SICK AGAIN!!

Ugg.. I hurt.

Edit all:
Today suuuccckkss.

We finally have a day off of work and I have nothing to do.
I feel really really sick. I'm drowning myself in orange juice right now. That never seems to work.
--somebody call me or something.
Oh well. I had fun yesterday at Adam's. Yay for you coming back from Mexico.

Thats it.
I take all of that back. (minus thing about Adam) Today became absolutely fantastic. Oh gosh I was gonna die in this house earlier. Yay today was good and I feel a lot better. :)

Mmm.. I feel like cotton candy on the inside.

and no work tomorrow. Hurray!

My job makes me
GROUCHY!

I'm so tired. Today wasn't even that bad. I got in a corn field where the corn wasn't touching my face and someone finally switched with me so I didn't have to have the dirty, behind-the-wheel basket. I didn't get corn rash as bad as most days. But when I got home, I felt so tired and just angry and aahah hashahah! CRaapppyy. Until Ben and Andrea talked to me on the phone and now I feel happy and giggly.
My job separates me from going on the internet as much. Not as much woohu. That makes it "boohu".
I should make a paper journal about the farm and call it boohu.
I hope tomorrow we get the same short field. I was wrong about wanting a good corn season. *nudge nudge to the people who know what I'm talking about*
My scalp is burned. It hurts. I don't wanna put sunscreen in my hair, but I'm forced to if I don't wanna burn cuz my skin sucks.
SHOOT! -- I've gotta pack my farm lunch for tomorrow cuz it's getting late. Why didn't it rain us out today? Oh well.
I made geeky corn-rash protectant wrist bands for my sensitive skin. I feel like proclaiming this to the world so people are aware of this and therefore I might sound a little less geeky. Who the hell knows if its working. OOooooh well. I've done enough dorky things on the farm to care anymore. Andrea is calling....
Signing off now, leave me a comment of pity. lol jk, but you can if you want. ;)

Crazy Dream
I had a dream last night that Gunnie/Roman (either they were a partnership or they were the same person) were running woohu and were bombing the U.S. So there was all this chaos and I was right in the middle of it, because I was the only person who knew Gunnies username and password for woohu. And everyone with a woohu account had these cassette tapes of their woohu journals and they had to go into this big building and put them all in a box for the police to inspect every single one of the journals. There were like thousands of people lined up to do this. So the cops were trying to look for me to interrogate me and then i saw Roman (who was also Gunnie?) in a car and he was like, "I swear I didn't do it! I don't know where these bombs are coming from---blah blah blah" And I was like, "aahh omgod what is this world coming to--blah blah blah"
Pretty much, end of dream. Or all that I can remember.

Oh and by the way, Jessie Hazen, if you ever read this, I think you contaminated my house of strep throat. I'm not feelin so well.

Who all knew that Tom Petty - Mary Jane's Last Dance was a drug reference?

Or that the fact that they are in an Indiana town is part of the reason why?

Well, not me.