| Game 6...welp! Shut THAT down! |
[Oct. 20th, 2004|10:06 am] |
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| |  excited | ] |
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| | Trick Daddy:Let's Go! | ] |
Last night was the most exciting of my life!
I landed in New York around 5 o'clock (Eastern time) and little Torre came to pick up me and Borge. We went straight to the stadium and got to enter through the VIP door. It was raining and windy and soooooo cold, but we got to go out on the field and throw the ball around in the outfield before the game started. It got really cold so we went into his dad's office, who wasn't there. So we hung out in there for a while and when people started to get to the game there was SOOOO much excitement in the air. There were like 6 guys dressed up as the 'Ghost of Babe Ruth' so that was amusing. In my section, there were about 50 other Red Sox fans and we were surrounded by about a hundred Yankees fan. And we didn't get along from the beginning. If we applauded, they booed. If they booed, we applauded. When David Ortiz took the plate for the first time, I climbed up on Borge's back and screamed soooooo loud, but every Yankees fan in the room started boo-ing and getting all uppity. When the pitcher hit Mueller in the quad, our section of Red Sox enthusist stood up and hollered until the next batter came up. When Schilling hit one of the Yankees in the head, I can't say we were HAPPY, but we sure didn't protest too loudly. A Yankee next to Borge grabbed his shirt and told him that our pitcher better get his act together or it was 'Your ass!' The entire game was exciting, but nothing beat the 8th inning. Arroyo came in as a reliever for Schilling and threw a few strikes, then allowed two to get on base, one got home. So we're all like, we love him, but take him out! The coach went out on the field and talked to him and I think next up was Rodrieguz. THIS is where some serious rioting broke out. Rodriguez hits the ball, Arroyo gets it. He runs it to first, starts to head off Rodriguez, who gets close and SWATS THE BALL OUT OF HIS HAND! Jetter had already run all the way from 1st to home, so they think they had another run, but Arroyo squats on the field and EVERYONE started to freak out. No one was sitting anymore. The entire stadium was on its feet, all yelling for something different. The refs all got together and had their second council of the night and no one spoke while they were talking. We all just stood there staring at them. FINALLY they came out and said that it didn't count. A-Rod was out, by account of his hitting the ball out of Arroyo's hand and he never even touched the base. I mean, wtf. This pissed the Yankees off, so as Jetter went back to first base, all the people started to rush the field. Yankees fans first, then us Bo-Sox fans went down to put them in their place. I don't know if they showed it on television? But to the right of home plate, there were about 300 people all just punching and kicking and maiming eachother. I literally jumped into the pile of people and got elbowed in the eye, which started to bleed and is now black (I'm going to the doctor soon to get it drained or something...). Then they brought out a crap load of police, all wearing riot gear, and like the chief of police whips out his gun and points it at this crowd of people beating the crap out of eachother. Everyone stopped right away and literally RAN back to our seats. I think they had the police officers line the field, which people started pissing about immeadiatley, because that could be an interferance. Anyway, at the end of the inning they left the field. Again during the 9th inning, no one sat down. No one was quiet either. You could feel the entire stadium shaking because people were stomping and screaming. When the Yankees came up to batt though, everything was quiet again. I got back on Borge's back and with Foulke pitching, two on base, Clark for the Yankees came up to bat. He fouled a couple times. Got to 3-2 and we knew that this was it. He was either going to hit a homer or he was going out. I swear everything was moving in slow-motion and no one breathed. Finally Foulke pitched and struck him out. I hear that the field sounded silent on TV, but not there. The most joyous cry came up from all over and we danced for like twenty minutes. The Yankees fans wanted to kill us, but the police were still there watching. David Ortiz looked up at us and waved, I have never been more excited! 50,000 people left Yankee Stadium half an hour later, more than half of them were upset, but the rest of us danced our way through the Bronx, screaming and singing. I got to La Guardia at like 1:30 (Eastern time), ended up missing my flight and had to wait until 2:30 for another one to Detroit to Minneapolis to Rochester. But wow. That was a great night. As soon as I find my USB cable I'll put a picture of my black eye on here. |
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| Citizens of the world!: Suck it. |
[Oct. 16th, 2004|10:24 pm] |
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| | Usher-Burn | ] |
Oh grr. I would like to give a very angry shout out to people who don't clean up their freaking mess and leave it for ME to do. I mean honestly. I know retarded 6-year-old children who can keep their rooms cleaner than you people. Okay, so I don't know any retarded children, but I do know a few 6-year-olds who stay mighty clean.
Yesterday must have been crap on Diana day or something. My dad told me at 11 o'clock Thursday night that I had to get up and go to school until Tim got to town at 11 Friday morning. Thanks a lot. He also told me that I can take care of my own freaking finances and that I don't get jack-squat for the next forever. Again, thank you. But yeah. I was totally exhausted all day Friday and felt really sick by about noon. I didn't want to go home though, so I did a good job of hiding it. I had to work at 5 so I called in around like 3 and told them I was sick and couldn't come, so they asked me to call a few people to see if I could get someone to go in for me. And apparently they called my house later, I obviously was not there but my mom got the messages and called work and asked if I had called in sick and told them that I would be there for my shift. So I don't know any of this and I call back to work and talk to Emily and she just starts chewing me out and asks me if I was at home, to which I said yes, for some no reason reason and then she told me she thought I was lying about being sick and that I had to come in because no one else could. So I call my mom and I'm like, did you call my work. "You're damn right I did! Get up here now!" So she yelled at me and I explained that I really was sick and now I had to go in even though I was sick. So she called Emily at work and told her what was really happening and Emily chilled out a bit, which was good. Probably doesn't seem like a big deal, but it made me really mad and upset and totally ruined my whole day.
Money makes me so mad. But I would like the entire world to witness me signing a money voucher. I am officially poor. Not even kidding, I just signed it, handed it to a lawyer, and I have NO money at all. :) This should be an interesting conversation, since Jon just yelled at me for like 20 minutes about wanting to file for emancipation. I almost want to call him back and be like, suck on that, but that would be a little whore-ish. So. I'll just wait until my finances come up in casual conversation...I truly believe that money and sex are the root of all evil. Well. At least I'm abstaining from both. Over and out. |
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| Grow up? Whadda ya mean? |
[Oct. 14th, 2004|03:38 pm] |
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| |  thoughtful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Barbara Streisand-The Way We Were | ] |
Do you ever have totally random epiphonies? Well, I suppose epiphonies are generally...random...but let me explain.
I just realized that at some point, I'm going to have to grow up. I was just thinking about what I was going to dress up like for Halloween. Next year.
Um. Next year I'm going to be in college. While my maturity level will probably not raise at all, I must consider if I really want to be the laughing-stock of my future college campus by dressing up for Halloween. Mmm. No.
Thank God I'm thinking about this NOW.
Sorry I'm retarded and it's boring. I swear something interesting will happen to me someday so I can write about it...just...not right now. |
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| The autumn leaves so dry and sweet tell me everything is not broken. |
[Oct. 11th, 2004|06:06 pm] |
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| | John Mayer-Everything is Not Broken | ] |
So I totally love America for the following reason. Every friggin' holiday is based around FOOD. Halloween? Go get candy and eat it till you get sick! In Britain they go inside and lock their doors to keep out the evil (however, unreal) spirits that wander the streets after dark. But not here, y'all dress up until the age of 18 and act like idiots. Oh, I love you so much.
Another example of the Food based holiday? Thanksgiving. While I don't like or eat it the other 364 days of the year, it's great to stuff myself full of it that one day. And this year I get to have another Thanksgiving with Jon and if I'm way lucky, with Meg and Chris. How cool does life get? Holidays have extra special meanings this year, because I have Jon to be thankful for and buy stuff for. :)
And my favorite, Christmas! w00t w00t! Oh I'm excited now. The fall always gets me excited for the holidays. It's just so gorgeous out, I don't even mind the grey skies. Heck, I'm used to it. ::hugs Bear::
Life is good. |
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| The Valley |
[Oct. 10th, 2004|09:09 pm] |
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| |  melancholy | ] |
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| | Ginny Owens-The Valley | ] |
The pathway is broken and the signs are unclear,
And I don't know the reason why you brought me here.
But just because you love me the way that you do,
I'm gonna walk through the valley if you want me to.
Because I'm not who I was when I took my first steps,
And I'm clinging to the promise that you're not through with me yet.
So if all of these trials bring me closer to you,
Then I will go through the fire if you want me to.
It may not be the way I would have chosen,
When you lead me through a world that's not my home.
But you never said it would be easy.
You only said I'll never go alone.
So when the whole world turns against me,
And I'm all by myself,
And I can't hear you answer my cries for help,
I'll remember the suffering your love put you through,
And I will go through the valley,
If you want me to. |
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| Piercing, shmiercing! |
[Oct. 2nd, 2004|02:02 pm] |
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| |  embarrassed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Tori Amos 'You Belong to Me' | ] |
Who wants to hear a funny story?
General public: ::raises hands:: I DO! I DO!
SO. Riss, Kristi and I went to get our piercings today. And for some totally bogus reason, I wanted to go first. So. I did. The guy took me upstairs, cleaned my navel area and then pierced me. Boy oh boy did it hurt. I wanted to scream, but I just winced instead. THEN. It was over, so I got to go downstairs and see Riss and Kristi again. I got in there, chatted for a couple of minutes, and THEN I felt dizzy, so the guy made me sit down. Down I sat. And that's the last thing I remembered for the minute following. I woke up and totally threw up all over my hands and sweatshirt, the floor, and then they gave me a garbage can to puke in. Gah. I felt so bad, I was like, 'I'll clean it up! Seriously!' Because really. Who the heck wants to clean up some total stranger's puke? But the guys there did...which is totally disgusting but hey. It's all in job.
Anyway! My piercing looks dang good! Still sore and I get slightly nauseous when I look at it, but it's cool! I love...the LOOK.
Oye. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 30th, 2004|09:07 pm] |
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| | Sneaker Pimps: 6 Under | ] |
Compliment of the day?:
"Keep up the smart ass comments in Sociology!" -Random kid from Soc class. |
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| Wyatt! Do NOT stick that probe there! |
[Sep. 30th, 2004|09:54 am] |
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| | sore | ] |
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| | Ben Folds "Rockin' the Suburbs"..I hope to rock the suburbs. | ] |
It's official. I'm too busy to pretend I have a social life. Though I did clear my schedule for the next 2 weekends and then 2 weeks after that. I needs me a break. Now..quote quote quote... Ah! Last night I wandered my house for close to an hour, searching for AA batteries for my new CD player. (My other one just randomly died, like 3 years ago. <Yes, it did in fact take me 3 years to buy another discman>[ Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<yes,>') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] It's official. I'm too busy to pretend I have a social life. Though I did clear my schedule for the next 2 weekends and then 2 weeks after that. I needs me a break. Now..quote quote quote... Ah! Last night I wandered my house for close to an hour, searching for AA batteries for my new CD player. (My other one just randomly died, like 3 years ago. <Yes, it did in fact take me 3 years to buy another discman><YES, player. CD new a buy to years 3 me took it>) So I scoured everything, discerned how much trouble I would be if I took batteries out of certain objects, most of the time it would have been a lot. But like every single thing I took a battery from, the battery DIED. So angry. But then I got smart and decided to take the battery out of a not even have finished disposable camera. I wound the film and stuff, took it out. Now. When the thing says 'DANGER! HIGH VOLTAGE! DO NOT OPEN!' it is NOT even kidding. I totally got taisered by myself. I stuck my finger in, and about, I don't even know how many watts or volts or whatever, just shot straight up my arm. I dropped the camera, realized I had a dead arm and decided to paint my nails and save battery escapades for another day. My arm is still sore, and it was almost 12 hours ago. Dang Gina.
Now. Does anything good ever happen to me? Yes actually, but I won't go into great detail because that's boring. People only care about the times that you taiser yourself, or fall down the stairs, or lose $3000. That still hurts. </P>
<P>My Uncle Wyatt, who is incidentally only two years older than me, is in town. We went up to Minneapolis on a plane to go to the Ordway for some random...I don't even know what it was and I was there. But there were a ton of Indian poeple, yes, the ones from India. I looked up from my game of Snood on my phone, and there were hundreds of them surrounding me. Slightly confusing and nerve-racking. I don't have anything against Indians, I just didn't know what was going on or if I was in the wrong room. Anyway. On the flight, Wyatt and his Irish ::ahem:: wife were squabbling about an explosion that Wyatt made. Something about a gas grill...I dont know. But Wyatt had part of his eyebrows singed off, funny stuff. So she's going on about how dangerous it is to smoke marijuana next to a gas grill (who knew?) and then she says the most motherly/annoying thing ever.<BR>"You could have blown off your face!" And then Wyatt, like any good McAndrew who loves Will Farrell, without missing a beat, shoots back:<BR>"You're lucky I don't punch you in yours!" I'm thinking Wyatt slept on the couch that night. But how classic is that. Marinda (his wife) gave him 'the look' and started crying. Actually a very funny thing, but then Wyatt felt bad, apologized and made her feel better. I still think he slept on the couch though. <BR>Moral of the story? Don't smoke marijuana by a gas grill. Or anywhere else, for that matter.</P>
<P>Well. Now that you've had your fills of gas grill explosions, taisers and well, me, it's time that I pretend I'm getting something done. I am in school, after all. Oh the irony of it all!</P> |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 28th, 2004|09:56 am] |
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| |  groggy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Louis Armstrong-What A Wonderful World | ] |
Holy crap it's bright in here.
Today is my and Jon's 7 month anniversary! You can drop congratulations at the end of this post.
On Monday I am waiting.
Tuesday I am fading,
And by Wednesday I can't sleep.
Then the phone rings, I hear you,
And the darkness is a clear view,
'Cause you've come to rescue me!
That goes out to a certain boy ::ahem:: who tends to NOT CALL WHEN HE SAYS HE WILL. ::looks around casually:: Oh. And also for a certain boy who when he calls, makes my day.
I see trees of green, red roses too.
I see them bloom for me and you.
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue and clouds of white,
The bright blessid day, the dark sacred night.
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky,
Are also on the faces of people going by.
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do.
They're really saying 'I love you',
I hear babies cry, I watch them grow.
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know.
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world,
Yes. I think to myself.
What a wonderful Jon.
Shoot, I mean world. |
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| this weird thingy |
[Sep. 26th, 2004|06:08 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | rejuvenated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Neil Diamond 'If You Know What I Mean' | ] |
I've realized why people don't get half of the jokes I make. Because I'm not funny in an American way, or a sane way. It's all British (and relative), but people don't understand the puns or just one liners. Not that I'm such a funny person, but trust me, if you got it, you would think it was hilarious. So everyone should listen. Start now. Go!
Brought to you compliments of Bolte, via schmart:
01. Who are you? :
02. Are we friends? :
03. When and how did we meet? :
04. Do you (or did you ever) have a crush on me? :
05. Would you kiss me? :
06. Describe me in one word :
07. What was your first impression? :
08. Do you still think that way about me now? :
09. What reminds you of me? :
10. If you could give me anything what would it be? :
11. How well do you know me? :
12. When's the last time you saw me? :
13. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't? :
14. Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?:
It's something to do...so do it. I need reading material. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 25th, 2004|05:06 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | irritated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Marc Cohn 'Walkin' In Memphis' | ] |
I haven't updated in a long time so I apologize. Let me think...where did I leave off? I'll just start at Monday and make my way south.
Monday: I woke up 15 minutes after I was supposed to leave my house to pick up the Pre-Teen Girl Squad. I threw on sweatpants, a visor and NO makeup. I sped, probably 30 miles over the limit the whole way there. When we got to school, I decided that it was okay if I was late, but not the freshies. So I drove into the buses only area. Mr. Hayden was NOT happy. He saw me, came over and yelled at me. 'If you pull in here again you will lose your permit!' Yeah, sure, don't even listen to MY side of the story. Some people only see what they want to see, a teenager who breaks rules because it's fun. As if. I can do better than that. Anyway, I went home during 3rd hour and took a shower because I felt disgusting. I looked way good when I went back to school. I had to do something after school, but I don't remember what it was. On to Tuesday!
Tuesday: Quite possibly the most miserable day of my week. I missed Jon soooo much and started thinking about college next year. I did the math and found I could retire at the age of 18, but really, what would I do for the rest of my life. Get fat? No thank you. So higher education it is. I also found out that Jon can in fact come home for homecoming. Too bad I don't want to go to the dance. Oh well. I have big plans for dancing. :)
Wednesday: School, Uptown Girls, voice lessons, youth group and a visit from Borge, Joel and Luke. We ate pizza, Luke made me give him his drumsticks, Borge apologized for burning a hole in the table cloth last year at Thanksgiving dinner, Joel told me I looked like I had been hit by a lorrie. Such a nice, caring family.
Thursday: I don't remember anything about Thursday. Seriously. I don't even know if I woke up that morning...
Friday: I worked. And I worked. And I met a cute boy from Utah. He was kind of a punk-ish guy, with rosey cheeks and a cute smile. And he looked at me a lot. I imagined him asking me to go back to Utah with him, until I remembered that hey, I'm married. I started to think of ways to turn him down without hurting his feelings and by the end of the transaction, he still hadn't proposed so I let it go. Still a good looking fella though. Though. Jon is totally gorgeous. Who needs cute when you have movie star handsome? I heart my boy. How you say? tsuhail! That's the one. :) He's coming home this next weekend and I get to go get him! W000000t! I'm so excited to see Bethel (#1 on my list of schools) and hug my boy again. And kiss him. And I'm done now. Did I mention how much I love him and that no (possible) Mormon-Utah boy could ever steal me away to the mountains because 1. I don't even LIKE snowboarding and 2. My wonderful groom to be (ma' bad) is here in the midwest with all of those rolling hills...and deer. And squirrels. Did I mention that I don't like snowboarding?
Oh right, back to Friday. I came home and watched Braveheart. What a good movie. I waited for Jon to call (like he said he would) but he DIDN'T. (Jona-than? pr. Joe-no-tahn. Consider yourself scowled at.) So in a teary rage, I went to bed. I woke up this morning, noted that the *faigh muin* (**=Scottish term, if easily offended, do not look up) still hadn't called. So I went to work. And now I am home.
Wow. I thought my week was more exciting. Oh well! |
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| A shout out |
[Sep. 20th, 2004|04:10 pm] |
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a shout out to all my RRC homies in the back:
Row it like you stole it! |
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| Financial statement |
[Sep. 20th, 2004|03:46 pm] |
Dave Brenhamm, lawyer to Johnson/McAndrew clan: "Diana, I'm going to warn you once. Gambling is dangerous."
Diana: "You're telling ME. But I have a plan."
Brenhamm: "A plan? This sounds scary."
Diana: "Don't worry. The dice are loaded."
Brenhamm: "NO NO NO NO NO! DON'T PLAY DIRTY!"
Diana: "But 'Dirty' is my first name!" |
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| The Love Song Medley (arr. by Diana Johnson) |
[Sep. 17th, 2004|11:35 pm] |
Tomorrow morning if you wake up and the sun does not appear,
I will be here.
If in the dark we lose sight of love, hold my hand and have no fear,
Because I will be here.
I will be here when you feel like being quiet, when you need to speak your mind,
I will listen.
I will be here when the laughter turns to crying, through the winning, losing, trying,
We'll be together, because I wanna wake up with the rain falling on a tin roof,
While I lay safe there, in your arms.
So won't you comfort me, laugh with me. Stay with me. You are my love.
It's funny, before I met you, I was finally happy with myself.
Ready for the world and all that stood before me, but you showed me it's best to stand with someone else.
The summer wind came blowing in from across the sea.
It lingered there to touch your hair and walk with me.
All summer long, we sang a song, and then we strolled that golden sand.
Two sweethearts and the summer wind.
Like painted kites, those days and nights went flying by.
The world was new beneath the blue umbrella sky.
Then softer than the piper man, one day it called to you.
I lost you. I lost you to the summer wind. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 17th, 2004|09:58 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  giddy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Nothing but the not so silent library | ] |
Jon is coming home today! I am soooooo haaaappy! Anyway... This morning I was on my way to pick up the pre-Teen Girl Squad. I didn't realize that they moved the exit for 14 so far up the road so I MISSED IT. The next two potential exits were closed so I had to drive 3 miles to the 63 exit and pull at U-ey by the truck stop, get back on 52 and haul it all the way back to 6TH STREET where I had to weave around until I got to the road that goes to the mall, get on 14 and went West, FINALLY getting there 20 minutes late. I hate the world. It appears to hate me back. But. Those girls are great so it was worth it. Besides, it made a great story. :) Then this hour I was going to blow off sitting in the guidance office and get my banking done. I got all the way to my car and realized that the keys were in my coat pocket. In my locker. At Door 3. Don't even get me started. Anyway. Nothing will get my down today. Jon is coming home. :) And yes, Larissa, I AM going back to rowing and by the time I'm done I'll be able to kick YOUR butt on AND off the erg. ;) Is it a threat? Not at all. It's a promise! Well. Time for homework...OR some hard core solitaire! I am at school...what else would I do? |
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| Katie's Dream |
[Sep. 16th, 2004|05:58 pm] |
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Katie had a dream last night apparently, that she told Jon that he was a really good bass. He told her, 'I know' and just launched into a huge schpiel about music. And of course, I was there, he was holding my hand and dragging me behind him. Woah. Wonder where THAT came from. |
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| Ewwwie |
[Sep. 16th, 2004|04:46 pm] |
Know what's totally nasty? When people in songs (mostly women)sound like they're having orgasms. It's really disgusting to listen to so I usually end up changing the station or song. Example of this?
1. No Doubt-Hella Good
2. Donna Sommer-Love to Love You Baby
3. Barry White- (pretty much any song)
4. Sir Mix-A-Lot-Baby Got Back
5. Right Said Fred-I'm Too Sexy
6. Christina Aguilera and a couple of other hos-Lady Marmalade
7. Missy Elliot-Get Yo' Freak On
8. Eve-Let Me Blow Your Mind
More to come, I'm sure. Whatever happened to class. Really. |
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| What am I, nuts? |
[Sep. 16th, 2004|03:27 pm] |
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$300 on Massachusetts being Bush land this election. It's possible...but I must have been high when I placed THAT bet. |
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| Killing Me Softly |
[Sep. 15th, 2004|10:13 am] |
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Being an office aide isn't all it's cracked up to be. I'm not quite sure WHAT it's supposed to be, but it blows. Mr. Saner (trust me, he's not so sane), harasses me everyday and asks how my classes are going. Hmm...I'd let you know if I went to them. He asked me today if I came in late...HOW THE HECK DO YOU KNOW THAT FAAAA-REAK? That creeped me out. I don't appreciate being stalked so he can piss off. Aaaanyway. My government teacher thinks I'm a suck-up, except she loves every minute of it. I don't suck up. I don't study. I just KNOW. Sadly, I know more about this country than pretty much anyone in the 12th grade. And I have TWO countries to keep track of. That and another state to keep up on. My head is spinning! Speaking of, I need to register to vote in the state of Massachusetts. They need me! Anywho, class is almost over and now I haaaave....::looks at schedule:: Business Math. W00t! Then Personal Finance Management, where we do absolutely nothing and then lunch! Yay for food. I think I will..I don't know. Probably get food in the lunch room and go eat in the band area. Home base today. Un-w00t. More on wonderful, wonderful me later. |
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