brother wolf sister wolf

:: 2006 19 April :: 8.03pm

I hate being sick.

Growl!

:: 2006 19 April :: 5.38pm

motherfucker!!!!!!!
So my paper that I spend all fucking night working on didn't save. I'm so fucked. I'm going to go cry now and try to remember what I wrote.

homsar

:: 2006 19 April :: 10.40am
:: Music: Napoleon XIV

HEEeeEEeey there pineapples;

let's bake a saaaAAndwitch"!

:: 2006 19 April :: 12.49am

Gah! I have a 12 page paper due on friday. I think it might be my downfall. So far I have 2 1/2 pages. So probly I'll be staying up all night tonight, and possibly tomorrow as well, and then thursday I have ANOTHER paper due and also my environmentalist hippy group is having an Earth Day shindig so I'll be doing that ALL FRIGGEN DAY (and also I have yet to make my booth for it) so I won't have time to work on my long ass paper till 6 or 7. But anyway. Thank God for Excedrin. As strong as coffee, and 10 times as cheap.

0x-FwAh-Em-ChAn-x0

:: 2006 17 April :: 4.40pm
:: Mood: Tired, nonchalant
:: Music: Master of Puppets - Metallica

My brothers. Are stupid asses.
Alright.
Well.
They get in the car after school and David had apparentally gotten a referral. I don't know if those of you who go to schools out of Florida ( supposing there are people out of the state of Florida that read this ) have referrals, but basiacally they're worse than detentions and often get you Saturday detentions, so on and so forth.

So David, the middle child ( I'm the eldest ) got a referral from his science teacher because apparentally he's terribly unruly in class. So he spends the whole car ride home denouncing each of his 'crimes' committed in the class, how he "doesn't even have toys" and "the class talks ten times more" than him, so of an so forth.

So we get home and Jeremy, the youngest, says,"Her handwriting is about as crooked as her hip." David does the whole "Ooooh, burn" bit and goes inside. JJ goes to get out of the car and my mom snags him by the collar and yanks him back into his seat - she is simply aflame. "What did you say?!"

Now for all of you who know my mom, this honestly was not a smart thing to say infront of her. My mom has a limp as well for she is missing part of her upper leg and so one leg is shorter than the other. Mrs. Speer - David's Science teacher - limps about as well. I don't know her story, but this comment hit the bees nest right on.

My mother was furious. And now the boys are digging up some large accumulation of plants in the backyard that my mom always wanted to remove.

So there you have it.

Stupid asses.

Sometimes I hate middle schoolers.

Well.. most of the time. o--O;;

<3

6 Grrrs | Growl!

:: 2006 16 April :: 11.53pm

Hi friends. I have returned to Central. A little older and a little wiser. I have a question. Does anyone look at one of those music visualizer dealies like the one on windows media player when their not baked? Cause it just not seem likely. Thanks.

5 Grrrs | Growl!

[Solid, Liquid and Big Boss] Snakes on a Plane.

:: 2006 15 April :: 9.25am

:: 2006 14 April :: 9.09am

It is Friday.

(doot dee doot doot!)

And I don't have school.

(doot dee doot doot!)

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And since I go to a Catholic college.

(doot dee doot doot!)

I don't have school on Monday either.

(doot dee doot doot!)

My father got back from Taiwan and China last night.

(doot dee doot doot!)

Which is excting.

(doot dee doot doot!)

I got a letter from Kelly yesterday.

(doot dee doot doot!)

Which looks like an adventure.

(doot dee doot doot!)

I'm really tempted [odd use of the word] to go to mass on Sunday.

(doot dee doot doot!)

But Hannah says rumor has it that they don't let you touch the communion wafer with your hands anymore.

(doot dee doot doot!)

And I don't want to throw a fit.

(doot dee doot doot!)

But I'm pretty sure it's not the 70's.

(doot dee doot doot!)

And I can put my own gosh darned host in my mouth.

(doot dee doot doot!)

Um. I think that's it.

(doot dee doot doot!)

Anyway, I'm done. My hand hurts and for some reason, I didn't just copy and paste the tune of my song.

I love you all.

P.S. I've started using the phrase "snakes on a plane" as a screenwriter says he started using it: "Somewhere in between 'C'est la vie', 'Whattya gonna do?' and 'Shit happens' falls my new zen koan: 'Snakes on a Plane'.

WIFE: Honey you stepped in dog poop again.
ME: Snakes on a Plane...
DOCTOR: Your cholesterol is 290. Perhaps you want to mix in a walk once in a while.
ME: Snakes on a Plane...
WIFE: Honey while you were on your cholesterol walk you stepped in dog poop again."

Yeah. Like that.

Loves.

:: 2006 13 April :: 9.19am

Of course I have to be sick during a break from school.

:: 2006 13 April :: 12.18am
:: Music: Rent

You know, it's one thing to understand racism as an abstract concept. It's quite another to see it with your own eyes. Tonight I went to see Morris Dees speak. He's an oxymoron: he's a decent lawyer. He's the one that bankrupted the KKK and some other hate groups. Anyway, as I was walking home, I heard all this shouting so I went to see what it was about. It was a bunch of neo-nazi's protesting in the street. So I've seen the face of hate now. And it's more disgusting than I ever could have imagined.

On a lighter note, I've decided when I grow up I'm moving to San Francisco to be a writer. It'll be just like Rent! Only warmer. And with more singing. And no AIDS. So it'll be even better than Rent! Yay!

:: 2006 12 April :: 5.42pm

This is too much for me to understand......

Growl!

Angel_Bob

:: 2006 12 April :: 4.39pm

ZOMFG.

I have two weeks of school left, not counting exam week. Next week is a four-day week. So is this one.

I'm almost done with my first year of college.

Exuberance!

2 Grrrs | Growl!

0x-FwAh-Em-ChAn-x0

:: 2006 11 April :: 11.15pm
:: Mood: Something.
:: Music: SILENCE. o--o

Well.
Today, Jon and I broke up.
And.
He did the breaking.

And I laughed.
In his face.
Well - at his chest.
XDDDDD

Emily = two thirds of Jon height.

Anyways. That's besides the point.

The fact is I wasn't hurt by it.
So.

I don't know.
I don't know anymore.
All I know is that Keith seems to be dug pretty deeply into my bone marrow, like a skewed pellet or something I can't dig out.
Like.. a splinter.
Or a porcupine quill.. did you know those keep burrowing, even after they're not attached to the spikey?

I'm getting off topic.
What I mean to say is.

Goddammit Keith.
o---o

<3

7 Grrrs | Growl!

Angel_Bob

:: 2006 11 April :: 2.04pm

Why I called 911: A Story
Actually, this will be pretty brief.

I did not have French class today because we have our oral exams this week. I also did not have my business class today because today is a "research day." The only class I had was Cultural Anthropology, which began at 1:40.

So I got off to a late start and when I went to leave, I noticed a wire going from the telephone pole in our neighbor's yard to a point in front of our mailbox. I glanced over to the telephone pole and noticed that all the wires running from that pole across the street on Peachtree were hanging down low.

After much debate on who to call, I finally ended up calling 911. I didn't use the house phone because it turned out that the wire in the middle of the road was our telephone service. I used my cell phone to dial 911 and after being transfered told the guy I didn't know who to call but this was what was up. He said they'd contact the people who fix things like that and it would get fixed.

After over an hour, I called Cannon Township. Their non-emergency line is apparently the firestation. I talked to the fireman and he told me that he had put yellow flags on the power lines that were hanging down and contacted the telephone company. This was at about 9 and the telephone company said they'd be around in 4 hours. I asked the fireman if they were safe to drive under (and if the one ON THE GROUND WITH WIRES SHOWING was safe to drive over or around). He said the sagging ones were about 6 feet off the ground and there were higher points that I could drive under. He also said the one on the ground was safe but to be sure, I shouldn't drive on the part WITH WIRES HANGING OUT. I thanked him and hung up.

I eventually got up the courage and left because I still had my one class and then work. I decided not to go to Anthro because it really doesn't matter. I might be late to work.

All in all, it was pretty exciting. I thought I was going to get killed. I took pictures so I'll post those later, when I get home.

Even though it wasn't an emergency, I hope that's the last time I have to call 911.

I love you all.