Wednesday, December 25, 2002

Happy Christmas. I was having a perfectly wonderful day. But then I checked one of my favorite web comics Nothing Nice To Say to find out that my favorite punk is dead. Joe Strummer died. He's fucking dead. He's never going to sing "London Calling" or "Should I Stay or Should I Go?" or "Tommy Gun" again. I cried when Joey Ramone died. I don't know if I can cry this time. How can we lose to great men in a space less then three years? I always thought he was really hot. (Shut your mouth.) He embodied so many things - without the Clash, where would Dropkick Murpheys be? The Clash were the first to sing about the blue collar working class. They were the first to mix reggae and rock together. A lot of different bands owe themselves to the Clash. I just want to express my sympathy to Mr. Strummer's family and fans and anyone out there who felt at all affected by the Clash's music. Thank you and good night.

Monday, December 23, 2002

You know what my favorite computer game is? Solitaire. Think about the symbolism in that for awhile, will you?

Tuesday, December 17, 2002

Bekah....if you're reading this...I've updated see

I am listening to quite possibly the best song without words EVER written. "Sandstorm" by Darude. After I'm done with this, I am going to burn a CD with nothing but that song on it. It makes me so happy. I love Harry Potter. That's all I have to say about that. I hate school.
Working in the photo lab that I do, it being the best one in town, we are bombarded with bussiness at Christmas time. I used to love Christmas. Now the photo lab is slowly poisioning my mind. It is so busy. There is a never ending stream of people even after we turn off the open sign and attempt to lock the doors but NOOOO we can't do that because there are slow customers there after close so we have to wait for them to finish and then other customers come in and we have to wait on them. I will kill myself if I have to work on christmas eve. I probably will though because everyone else asked off. Curse you father christmas! Go to hell Santa Claus! Goddamnit.
Thank god I'm getting my hair cut today. It is starting to touch my neck and I can't stand the feel of it there.
I'll burn my CD now.

Tuesday, November 12, 2002

I saw pictures of a dead baby over the weekend. (I work in a photo lab, that's how) I cannot stop seeing this baby in my head. Another problem is that I know who's dead baby it was. Dead baby jokes are suddenly not funny.
On the bright side, I had a blast at the photo expedition. I took lots of excellant photos and I got important practice with my new camera. I think I'm ready to finally take it off auto mode and start working with the other exposure modes.
Blah blah blah. I think I'll shut up now.

Friday, November 08, 2002

I am in hell. I am surrounded by idocy. On one side are two sophomores who are talking about cars and using the words "retarded" "shit" and "fuck" a lot. Could they make their combined intelligence any more apparent? On the other side is some ass who keeps playing Eminem videos. In between each video, he watches the preview for that dumbass movie that's coming out. I am going to kill myself. At least my lip balm tastes yummy. Ok, ass-ugly boy is now watching a James Bond trailer. Wow he is so unbelievebly cool. Dodge Ram trucks! OH MY GOD! I was here first, they should leave.
My parents are out of town and I am having shitloads of fun. I think I've jumped on every piece of furniture that is jump on-able. I also wore my shoes. (That's so pimp - the car boys to my left) In the house. I am such a badass. I think tommorow, I will have waffles on the good china. My parents are crazy and don't want to leave me alone because the house might burn down or explode so they got my friend Sarah to stay with me. They think she is so mature because she's 19. She hasn't stopped me from doing bad things though. HAHAHEHE!
Car Boys probably just got their liscenses. "Lexus is gay." How homophobic. I want to rip their spines out through their nostrils. That'll be sooo gay though. Go Mrs. Librarian! She just came over to yell at them. Whoohoo.
I'm going on a photo expedition today after school with Rachel, Sarah and Nate. I've been so excited for it all day. It have kept me alive. It's keeping me alive right now. Right now, I want to die. Eminem boy to my right has stopped his antics thank god. He looks really intelligent right now. He's talking to himself. You know what? I'm going to shut up before I explode. Thank you.

As always, Tony's blog is full of tastiness.

Tuesday, November 05, 2002

Tastiness! Tasty shall be my new word. My hands are shaking and I have stomach cramps but I'm a trooper and I've managed to stay in all day. Severe gastrointestinal pain is not associated with any of my meds so that rules out them. I'm not in a stressful situation and I've not recently eaten curry (which has the same effect.) Hmmmm. It's a mystery. This is the grossest posting I have ever made. Stop reading this, NOW.
Just kidding. I'm tired and I'm so glad I don't have anything to do after school today.
I recently realized that Hamlet is the weirdest play ever written. Why has he decided to act nutty? So he can effectively kill his uncle in a fit of crazyiness? Why do we have to read it so slowly. Damnit. Out Damn spot. (HAHA! I just made an "allusion" to McBeth (MacBeth?) yay for me I am hardcore cool.

Monday, November 04, 2002

Whooohoooo I think I'm gonna post all regular like to this blog. I'm supposed to be scanning dumbass slides right now but I don't wanna! Haha! I'm a badass!
I had a busy weeekend. I worked and at work we are entering the busy season when everyone wants stupid christmas cards and whatnot. I like when I get christmas cards that I may have somehow prepared. That is so much fun. I burned my tongue on my hot chocolate this morning. I can still feel it. Sludge. Mr. Suppon just said sludge. hehe. Someone is eating a crushed poptart. Bad dog. A working solution is a watered down stock solution. I can't wait to go to algebra. It's so much fun.
Another reminder to read Tony's Blog which is yummy and tasty.

Friday, November 01, 2002

I'm gonna bitch about men dressing up as women for halloween. BEING A WOMAN IS SO GODDAMN FUNNY ISN'T IT? I'm a woman so therefore I'm something you see at halloween so therefore I'm like an angel or a witch. Having ovaries and a uterus is funny. Being a woman is funny. I'm just a halloween costume. That's all. I have nothing worthwhile to contribute to the world except for my breats and reproductive organs for the purpose of dressing up in a HALLOWEEN COSTUME! WHY DON'T YOU STICK A PIECE OF COTTON UP YOUR ASS TOO JUST FOR THE EFFECT! CUZ AFTER ALL BEING A WOMAN IS SO GODDAMN FUNNY! FUNNY HAHA! HALLOWEEN! CANDY!
Read Tony's Blog. It's YUMMY Just like candy