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2006 26 August :: 11.58pm
:: Mood: tired/somewhat lonely
:: Music: lost in the plot - The Dears
leave me in the middle of the ocean I can walk the rest of the way
Steve sent me the following when drunk, which I just got:
Steve sent 8/25/2006 2:07 AM:
darn briteny, we should hang out and get drunk sometime... your a frigggen cutie!!!
Steve sent 8/25/2006 2:07 AM:
ahhh sorry i just said that haha
Steve sent 8/25/2006 2:07 AM:
whooops
Steve sent 8/25/2006 2:07 AM:
!
Steve sent 8/25/2006 2:09 AM:
darn you shouldn't puke.... RAWR!!!
Steve sent 8/25/2006 2:09 AM:
this sucks, i wanted to hang out wioth youy!!!
Steve sent 8/25/2006 2:09 AM:
how about friday ahha!!
Steve sent 8/25/2006 2:27 AM:
i want to cuddle with you
Steve sent 8/25/2006 2:27 AM:
uhhhh]
Steve sent 8/25/2006 2:27 AM:
ahhhh
Steve sent 8/25/2006 2:36 AM:
ummm yea... ok so what!!!
Steve sent 8/25/2006 2:36 AM:
i said ut!!!
Steve sent 8/25/2006 2:37 AM:
tomrorow
Steve sent 8/25/2006 2:38 AM:
lets just play ground it up!!
... Cute?
And ground it up? wtf?
I have decided to quit drinking in lieu of the stupid, stupid e-mail I sent Colin while drunk. Ughhhh. No. No more.
Whenever I tell people that they give me a little laugh, pat me on the back and say "No you won't, sweetheart."
:(
I want fruit juice and a really good hug.
Fight a bitch.
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2006 16 August :: 1.28am
:: Music: Infra Red - Placebo
In nine hours and twenty-three minutes, you'll be mine!
My days consist of the following:
- Arrive at work, open the store.
- Mid-Morning Dance Party with iPod.
- Writing for several hours with ice cream scooping intervals.
- Afternoon Dance Party with iPod.
- Drink several bottles of water.
- Read for about two hours.
- Close store.
It's not a bad job. I get minimum wage, but for what I'm doing...
And now I have discovered the glory of putting movies on my iPod!
I added Labyrinth today.
I love my life.
And I love Labyrinth.
Moreso Labyrinth.
And I am currently converting Anchorman to a format that can be read by iTunes and then I will put that bitch on my iPod.
Oh, Ron Burgandy.
Last night I dressed in a squirrel suit and stretched, as one must be limber for the squirrelathon.
I am waiting for Colin to message me, and we are considering getting webcams to have SWEET internet convos.
Good/Bad webcam experiences? Brands? Thoughts?
Poopweiner. I miss that boy.
Peace out, my Napoleons.
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xhan
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2006 10 August :: 2.42pm
:: Mood: amused
V:
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
[carves V into wall]
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
[giggles]
Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Are you like a crazy person?
I'm quite sure they will say so.
-xhan-
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2006 31 July :: 10.06pm
Went to India for two weeks for a school trip.
I'm back. Our studies in ayurveda are basically going to bore you, so I won't bother you with those. Our touristy stuff I can tell you later.
I can give you a fairly good representation of one crazy day in India.
We were on our way from Delhi to Agra in a rented A/C taxi. Dr. Bauman had been chatting with the driver in Hindi, because that way they rip you off less and are less inclined to drive you to places you don't want to go just to get a commission from some shopkeeper in case you buy something.
He passed a roadside rather-shady poll collector. It's hard to tell the government officials because they look just like local people who are simply pissed that a road was built and want to take your money to get back at The Man. He passed it, but thought better of it and went back after driving about half a mile down the road. We were left in the middle of a dusty road full of other vehicles.
Dr. Bauman turns around. "So, since it's been a while since the first time I was here, what are you guys really finding interesting now that you're here?"
"What's interesting?" was the general response. "What do you mean, have we seen anything interesting?"
Then, the circus began.
A woman approached the car with a handful of beaded necklaces. "Beads, madam. Madam. Madam. Hello." She tapped on the window. She called through the window. She clinked the beads against the glass window where they rattled and clattered and jingled. No amount of telling her no in English or Hindi would dissuade her.
A man walked by on the side of the road followed by two bears on leashes.
By this point we were laughing hysterically, far too involved in how rediculous this was to actually pay attention to how many rupees the necklace woman wanted.
A fakir arrived on the scene, fully arrayed in robes, turban and beard, coming from behind the car with monkeys trailing behind. One or more of them leapt up on our van, clinging to my window (Reread. MY WINDOW.) and gyrating violently in a distinctly sexual manner. We now had the beadwoman, two bears, and a humping monkey seven inches from my face. The laughter contined.
When the fakir noticed that we remained unenticed by his monkey, the animal disappeared. He crept up to my window and began stroking it muttering something about rupees. I looked up and we all collapsed in laughter again. Noticing we still hadn't opened our window and given him money, he raised up to the window a damn cobra. A cobra, people. As Dr. McGrath said, "If he thinks showing us the snake is the best way to get us to roll down the window he has really misjudged his audience!"
The tears flowed, the laughter continued. Still probably not the reaction he was hoping for, but he really didn't want to give up.
Then our driver came back to rescue us as a clown (yes, a clown, in full getup and a plastic clown mask) walked down the street away from us. I guess someone told him that the circus was over and the foreigners were on the move.
See anything interesting, Bauman?
Nah. Who are you kidding. *whistles generic circus theme and walks away with her hands in her pockets*
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2006 27 July :: 4.43pm
:: Mood: upset
:: Music: N/A
Drinking sucks.
Me: That didn't go very well did it.
Nikolai: No, I was eating tortillas the entire time.
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