Heh...

Am I so lame that I really like listening to "1985" by Bowling for Soup?

...yes.

And I like it alot!!

home away from home

Mood: hankerin' for some SuBwAy! heh heh heh
Music: "Jenny was a Friend of Mine" - The Killers

Howdy doody. I'm at Mikeys. Fabio is playing Grand Theft Auto: Gangsters Unite! (or whatever the one with the lovely African American folk is called. I just made that up because I'm not as big a video game nerd as those two and I'm just not in with all the video game...stuff...)

Gah! They're reaing when I'm trying to type. I can't get into the flow, man.

Lastnight The Maestro and I watched Donnie Darko (Mikey was consumed by the gaming world) and damn ...that was a freaky movie! Frank (the alien rabbit) gave me nightmaeres. I seriously thought the world was going to end by some plauge about to infiltrate the ozone and everyone would die in seven days. Darn that impressionable young mind of mine!

Fabio was flying an airplane. Now he's saving a girl from a burning ghetto. (Jake the Snake has just informed me via MSN that he has broken my room and stolen all my drugs. Oh no. Not the drugs.)

Thats just about it, people. Oh! Lastnight the boys and I called the Fab Five hotline (1-866-LUV FAB 5) for some helpful hints and tips ;-) he he he... Thanks to those dreamboats I'll never muck up my sideburns again.

Ta Da

Outrageous

Mood: bored.
Music: hyperballad - Bjork

Lastnight was that dance thing that I was running.
"Running"... I find that term to be grossly misleading. When I say "running" I mean I put in maybe forty minutes of actual work and the rest of the time I was enjoying a free dance. Heh.
"Enjoying"...Oh silly me, here we are again with the false impressions! I remember shaking my ass to a tune that went something like "my shopping sprees- OUTRAGEOUS! my sex drive- OUTRAGEOUS!" but oddly, I don't remember getting drunk. ...It seems I elected to dance to something to that effect without a drop of alcohol influencing my rationality - and that, my friends, truly frightens me. I mean, I know I'm ghettofabulous but the line has to be drawn somewhere.

Also, through extensive research conducted lastnight I am now able to publish the following:

Five Ways to Hurt Your Lower Back

1. Work four hours in heeled shoes
2. After working four hours in heeled shoes, proceed to dance in heeled shoes for the following two hours
3. After dancing the following two hours in heeled shoes, pick up bigass speaker
4. Proceed to lug bigass speaker to parking lot (in heeled shoes)
5. Show off how strong and independant you are by refusing help in lugging bigass speaker to parking lot in heeled shoes. Rawr!

That said, I felt entitled to sleep in today and of course, completely forgot about early dismissal. Damn I'm good!

Ta Da!

Best Band Ever

Oh. My. God. I'm listening to TEARS FOR FEARS!!!!!!! Can I get a w00t?

...wh, what's that? Is that...? ...No? No w00t?
People! Tears. For. Fears.
COME ON! ...They were on the Donnie Darko sound track!! Oh, the keyboards, the synthesizers!! It's just too much--Gimme a breakdown!

*breakdown*

...Alllllright!! :-D




[p.s. w00t, fuckers!]

blarg?

Mood: oddly delighted
Music: "orestes" - a perfect circle

Today's Horoscope:
Aquarius (January 21 - February 19)«««Be honest with your friends about how moronic you feel. Try to eat your marching bands later to avoid clean iguanas. You won't get anything done today if you market slow soufflés.

...You know it's time to lay off the crack when you're asked how you would feel if you saw a burning mime and the visual you get has you heaving with laughter to the point of tears.

Also,



Ha!


P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, THE MAESTRO!

The Donkey

Gather 'round children... I am going to tell you a tale. This tale has been past down for decades and has reached me by way of a magical little thing called a forward. ...This tale happened a long, long time ago... in a land far, far away... a land called Bruce County...

Once there lived a farmer and his donkey. They lived together in a quaint, peaceful existance on the farmer's sleepy little farm outside of Hanover. One sunny day as the donkey was grazing happily in his pasture, by some horrible twist of fate, he fell down the farmer's well! Oh no!
The well was dry, and luckily, the donkey was unhurt aside from some minor cuts and bruises. He got to his feet, shook himself off, and cried out for his master to come help him.
Upon hearing the cries of his old donkey, the farmer rushed to see what was the matter and to his dismay, found that his donkey had fallen down the old well! The donkey cried piteously for nearly an hour as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided, the donkey was old and the well needed to be covered anyhow, and it just wasn't worth the effort to save the donkey. So, the farmer asked all of his hillbilliy friends in a five-mile radius to grab a shovel and assist him in the task at hand.
All together, they began to shovel dirt down the well and ontop of the donkey, who realized what was going on and began to cry horribly! But before long, to everyone's amazement, the donkey quieted down...
A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well - what he saw astonished him! With each mound of dirt that landed on his back, the old donkey did something truly amazing. He would shake the mound of dirt off of him and take a step up!
The hillbillies continued to shovel dirt, and with each shovel, the donkey slowly but surely made his way up the well. Soon, everyone watched in amazement as the last shovel of dirt was thrown and the donkey climbed over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!

...But our story continues--

The next day, that old donkey came back and bit the living shit out of the farmer who had elected to bury him in the well. The farmers wounds became infected and within a week, the farmer died an agonizing death from septic shock.

Moral of the story: When you do something wrong and you try to cover your ass, it always comes back to bite you!


Ta Da!

To Dearest Friends

Dudes... Don't ever leave me alone with myself again...

Over.

Stole my Polkadots!!!!!!!

Those damn quizzes caused my coveted polkadoted background to vanish. Thank God I'm a technical genius and have managed to retrieve them for your viewing pleasure.

Bored on Saturday

Haha Fatty! Just try and beat me!


Haha Penguin! I win!!!

Anne spins tunes as DJ Brazen Kitty http://quizme.stvlive.com/djname/quiz.php

The dopest beats, foo!


find your inner PIE!!!!!111one

...
...PIE!


I'm crazy you MoFos hahahahahahHAHAHAHahahahaaaaa haha ah ha ha ha!

...Didn't need a quiz to tell us that now, did we? :-P




...I need a life. ...Over.

Don't see The Grudge.

Mood: bored.
Musique: Beatles - Come Together

Ah, what have we here? It looks as though I momentarily turned french. Heh... it won't happen again.

Lastnight the dudes (Mikey, Spunki, The Maestro) and I went to see The Grudge. Word of advice: Read the title of this entry. (...If you do not understand, read it once more.) Just save yourself a numb ass and hard-earned $9.50. Go on The Scrambler 9 1/2 times, treat yourself and eight friends to a cold, refreshing can of coke - aww heck, give your money to one of the homeless chaps down by Wimpy's and bring them nine and a half dollars closer to a wonderous bliss of alcohol poisoning - just please, please, allow someone somewhere to derive some enjoyment out of your money!!!
...Heh... well, it wasn't that bad. I've been through worse, like that time I-errr-a friend of mine (slick.) rented Cinderella 2. ...Worst. Movie. Ever.
I also got to talk to Ron and we reminisced about the first time I saw him, spinning atop the stump of a tree afront of Burner Hall. Hehe!

This morning I made minions.

min·ion n. Every other woman in Guelph and surrounding area between the ages of 50-65 years who seemingly insist on having their hair cut trim and short and dyed the same Ash Blonde.

n. Not Sunflower Blonde. Not Strawberry Blonde. Not Lemmonflower Blonde. Ash Blonde. ...Are they fooling anybody? Not a chance. Why then, do they not do something totally funky, like go grey with a big red highlight across their bangs? I'd respect that! ...Gah! Generic old women! Drive me insane!


Toodles.

Gifted With Words

This morning, after two years, I figured out why my grapefruit and orange body wash is called "Go".

Haha. I'm clever!

Celestial Update

Oh, just to give you an update on the Godly standings of my blog, I currently stand at 37% evil.



...That's up a whopping 6% and all I did was write about a couple of gay guys and burn a CD!!

Damn you, Gematriculator! Damn you!!!

...I'm goin to hell.

Toodles!

"Wouldn't it be Neat to Kill Them All?" heh...

Mood: hmm... if lemonade was a mood that would be it
Music: Full of Grace - Sarah Mclachlan

SO! Lastnight instead of doing my homework I committed yet another unforgivable sin, which is to say I burned myself a new CD. Oh, NO! Because of people like me, Justin Timberlake may only drive six Mercedes instead of seven! ...Not that I listen to Justin Timberlake or anything, I was just using him to further a point. ...Because I'm cheap. So sue me.

Anyways, here's my track list complete with lyrics because I'm a nerd and I have no life! Enjoy!

1. Deftones - When Girls Telephone Boys
2. A Perfect Circle - Blue
3. The Cure - Labyrinth
4. Smashing Pumpkins - Ava Adore
5. Nancy Sinatra - Bang Bang
6. The Cure - Lullaby
7. The Clash - Rock the Casbah
8. The Beatles - Blackbird
9. Nine Inch Nails - The Fragile
10. Sarah Mclachlan - Perfect Girl
11. Matthew Good Band - Apparitions
12. Our Lady Peace - Happiness and the Fish
13. Franz Ferdinand - 40 Feet
14. The Clash - Train in Vain (Stand by Me)
15. The Doors - People are Strange
16. Radiohead - Creep
17. A Perfect Circle - Imagine
18. Matthew Good Band - Hello Time Bomb
19. U2 - One
20. Sarah Mclachlan - Full of Grace

I also did this -- GO ME!


Take the What High SchoolStereotype Are You? quiz.

...I find it funny that I just made a list of predominately depressing songs and then some Gods of internet quizzing deem me a goth. Te he he! (Ha! I'll have you know I'm wearing hot pink as we speak.) Anyways. Since I'm bored I will make this an even more in-depth, TELL-ALL entry then it already is. ...Wow I could write for the tabloids! I might just throw in some steamy scandals and miracle diets to mix it up a bit. (Haha, funny joke.) Okay so this is the soundtrack of my life as of yesterday. Hmm... slightly melodramatic perhaps... Damn you Robbie Baby get the hell out of my head!!! (Just jokes ;-) )

[Track No.1] Actually, I don't like this song so much as I felt the title befitting. To be perfectly honest with you, I didn't know what most of the lyrics were untill I checked to see if my excellent linkage job was working (which, as you can see for yourself, it was. Damn I'm good)! Anyways. Yeah. This song involves quite a bit of screaming, as if to say "I'm annnngggrrryyyy!" wich is appropriate along with the title "when girls telephone boys" because I'm substantially pissed off at someone who knows exactly who they are for knowingly further complicating my entire relationship with someone of significant importance to me whom everyone knows exactly what I'm talking about so why do I even bother. Oh and it's by the Deftones so it's perfectly okay to listen to by any account.
[Track No.2] Honestly theres no deep and personal convction to this song, I just like it and I like the dude's voice. Alot. Alot, alot. And I like the line "best to keep things in the shallow end because I never quite learned how to swim". ...Or something to that effect. It kinda reminds me of me haha... to keep my sometimes stupid self out of 'trouble'.
[Track No.3] Yeah... I'm a bit finicky when it comes to change, myself. (Nudge, nudge.) I like the line "Everything has to have changed... or it's me." Deep, man. Deep.
[Track No.4] I like the lyrics. Oh, how perfectly sleazy they are! Hehe. Everyone needs to feel dirty from time to time... I think I'll stop right there so as not to attract perverts! :-)
[Track No.5] Haha. Okay yeah... I highly doubt this one needs any explanation at all. Also, Kill Bill F***in' rocks! Har!
[Track No.6] *I*FRICKIN'*LOVE*THIS*SONG!* Hahahaha... I became aquainted with this audio masterpiece (or 'oral treat' as my dear friend Derek might say on one of those rare occasions where he attempts to sound wordy but instead says something highly, highly suggestive by total accident) after I saw 'Love Song' on pop-up video when I was in grade seven. Haha... 80's music and pop-up video and yet, I wondered why I had no friends. ...Cure kicks ass!
[Track No.7] If I was a dude I would so totally pump these beats and go cruising for chicks! Haha... that's all.
[Track No.8] This is one of my favorite songs ever and it doesn't even work on my CD!! Frig! That pisses me off. It's one of those songs that if you were to become a chronic heroine user, you could pick up a guitar and it would start raining and automatically you would start playing this song really good! And then find the power within yourself to come clean. Yeah, I'm sure it happens just like that! :-)
[Track No.9] This is Nine Inch Nails. Nine Inch Nails are cool. Trent Reznor has a funny nose.
[Track No.10] Uhhgh... I kina feel like I relate to this song alot. Like, when I'm depressed/peaceful and not depressed/angry. Or just peaceful -- you don't have to be depressed, but if you listen to Sarah Mclachlan on a frequent basis than it's usually sayin' somethin. ...She's kinda like a much improved version of Tori Amos if you've ever heard of Tori Amos or know any emo kids. (Not to 'brag' about being in a funk or anything because quite frankly it bites, very, very much.)
[Track No.11] Haha. Matt Good. Why did he drop the 'Band'? Why?
[Track No.12] Okay now this is what I was obsessed with in grade 9 and 10. I would sit in my room listening to Gravity or Happiness Is Not A Fish You Can Catch and draw pictures of Our Lady Peace (or something extremely tripped out, but that's beside the point) instead of you know, going out and doing stuff. But that was just before CELP started so things changed a bit. :-) Anyways, I planed on being Raine Maida's second wife even though he's like 35 and already married (but of course we would be on good terms with Chantal because she's pretty awesome herself) and I made my dad go and buy me a drum set because I was going to play the drums just like Jeremy Taggart. Oh and by the way I have a neopet named after him! Hehe!
[Track No. 13] Franz Ferdinand is pretty sweet, and I actually really like the song Auf Asche but I figured I'd grow tired of it before I got sick of 40 Feet. Did I mention that the dude is bonable? (The lead singer, not the actual dude Franz Ferdinand, because that's just necrophelia and that's just gross. :-P And he had a beard. And he was foreign. Eww!)
[Track No.14] *Amazing* song. Seriously. If you've ever fallen in love with someone just for them to turn all jackass-y on you, this is your song, my friends! Plus it's The Clash and what more can I say? They're bad! 80's bad!! If you like this song then you're automatically cool.
[Track No.15] The first time I ever heard this song was at the grand old GCVI Film Festival last year when they did The Doors and it was friggin' great! I was mesmirized by it's awesomeness - but they had to give the better prize to Cory King so he wouldn't go kill himself. Gah, Corey King... don't even remind me! I try to black out that half-hour of my life as much as possible - horrible movie, and this is coming from someone who is inclined to appreciate artistic mulling and whining such as his sorry excuse for a piece of film - no frickin' way, man. The Doors all the way!!!
[Track No.16] Are you getting bored yet? You AREn't? Good! Because now I get to talk about Radiohead. Generally I like Radiohead, but I can only listen to it on and on for so long before it becomes plain tiresome. (Same with OLP, really.) I like this song though, all about being insecure and such and we all know what that's like. Boo insecurity, yay Radiohead!
[Track No.17] This is a good one - it takes something mellow like Lennon (I didn't even know it was Lennon when I heard this version, I was too busy trying to figure out why Maynard was singing something I didn't need a dictionary to understand) and gives it a dark twist that makes it so utterly irresistable to me! ...*Drools*... If this song were edible, it would be chocolate (sauce ;-) ).
[Track No.18] Matthew Good Band, again - it came down to either this song or Jewel's "Foolish Games", and well... Even though I like Jewel and even though she was on the Batman Forever soundtrack (*gush!*), I'd probably get made fun of less for listening to Matt Good. And the sad thing is, that's probably saying something... Haha... I am weak.
[Track No.19] This is a good 'love thy neighbor' song. I love the verse that goes "Have you come here for forgiveness/ have you come to raise the dead/ have you come here to play Jesus/ to the leapers in your head/ did I ask too much?/ more than alot?/ you gave me nothing/ now it's all I got/ we're one/ but we're not the same/ well we hurt eachother/ than we do it again" I just think it speaks volumes about humans in general. Also the guitar in this song is orgasmic!!
[Track No.20] This brings us down to our grand finaly! It's not amazingly super duper, but I really love this song! Maybe a little too much actually. It rather strongly reminds me of you-know-what, yet I still find it a pleasure to listen to. I'm weird like that. Heh... "pleasure". Yeah... so I really enjoy this song and no ammount of Fabio's scoffing is going to change that. Rawr.

...That's all folks! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I know I'm going to, because if you don't than I'm going to seem really concieted, aren't I? Haha.

Gothically yours,

~Anneliese Neumann

[Ta Da!]

Can't Even Breathe

Mood: tired. just tired.
Music: "Blue" - A Perfect Circle

Oh, what a day, what a day.

Yesterday was a fairly good day untill we had another little "episode", if you will. ...But in the spirit of Media class, we'll omit that part! I worked again, in the morning. I much prefer working in the morning to working after school, because by the time I am half-awake my shift is over and I get to go home thirty dollars richer. w00t! I also met 'The Boys' - Lonny and Reggie - the gayest people I've met in my life. Reggie you could see on Queer Eye for the Straight Guy - charismatic, extroverted, and likes to use puns alot. Lonny is more of your anti-steriotype homosexual - he's cynical... just picture a very gay, blond version of The Sneek! Reggie was intrigued to hear about my trip to Europe, giving me a raised eyebrow and a "oui, oui!" and Lonny said I had nice hair. Now, when a gay man says you have nice hair you really must take it to heart! (...And ignore the fact that when you recieved this compliment your hair was bone-straight, bearing somewhat of a remarkable resemblance to that of Cher.)

Gah! ...I'm too tired for this.

Funny, just not "haha" funny.

Mood: fretful
Music: 'March of the Pigs' - Nine Inch Nails

Today as I reached the home stretch of my harrowing journey to school (well, the stretch between the corner where I get dropped off and the door, so really there aren't too many other stretches if you think about it. I'm a misleading person sometimes.) I thought I saw it for a fleeting moment - ...[Person X].
...Now, this prospect disturbed me deeply because everyone is privy to the fact that there is one and only one [Person X]. So I quickly dismissed it and continued on my way to my locker... but when I looked up (followed by a lightning-fast look back down and a cautious look back up again) it was there! That... that THING that makes me- GAH! Again! Twice, in five fricking minutes!!! ...That, my friends... may not be a spectacular case and it may not be extraordinary, but it is what is known as [Person X].

Fuck, Now there's two of them! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Uh, I mean... poopies!!!

Heh...

Anywhoo, let's talk about my big day at work! The customers were okay, the eavesdropping was decent, the hair colouring smells perfectly RANCID, and I can't count the number of times I heard the words "And so I says to Jenny, I says..." still, I enjoyed hearing them just as much as the time before. I got my tasks done very fast and I got to go early! Yay for sitting down!

Gah! Reading "previous publications"... Annie getting all riled up... Annie consumed with all the significance of a teenage living drama and regret... Here. Read (unless you are too fickle to understand the heart of a shy, quirky little girl at the tender age of 16. Or unless you are Fabio because you'll just make fun of me. Poopie head.) From October 23, 2003:

the title of this entry is "Liking Someone." read: "Liking", not "Licking". (sorry hope.) i was discussing what it's like to like someone the other day. i agree that it can't really be described, but i'm gunna go ahead and give it a try n e ways. :P
to start off, you don't choose who you like. you just like the person, you can't help it and sometimes you can't even understand it - thats just what happens. it will just be a little thing that you notice about a person and you like that first catches your interest. like a smile for example. and everytime you see that person's smile you become secretly happy, even if you don't know it yourself yet - it's like an innocent little addiction. next, you will start to see how gorgeous the said person's eyes are, and then how much you like their voice... etc etc. congradulations! you now have a crush on this person. but more often than not that's as far as it goes, because if you don't connect with this person, or they turn out to be a real asshole... well, then you start to notice how pretty all the other boys are. :P but say you DO find more things to like about the person that lie deeper than the skin. maybe you've found someone that you can have a real conversation with, someone that listens. well, if that is the case then slowly you may find yourself opening up more and more, untill you feel you could tell this person anything at all. and when you stop and think about it, it almost seems crazy to you, but you don't care. all of a sudden, you just want to be around this person. and when you're not, you find yourself thinking about them. when you think about the person, you find you are powerless to stop that little smile from creeping across your face. you could open up your favourite book, and by the time you're done reading a page realize you havn't really registered a thing, because your mind has wandered back to this person. and when they're happy, you're happy. when they accomplish something, you're happy for them. if they're sad, you're sad and would do anything to help. and when they are hurting, you wish you could take their pain away, or at least hurt with them. a hug from this person is gaurenteed to make even the worst day worth rolling out of bed for, and a kind word from this person seems to erase 10 hurtful words from others. this is when you have some real feelings for the person... and all the while you are still just as fascinated by their eyes and in love with their smile. i think it comes to a point where you would sooner bleed to death or throw yourself infront of a transit bus than let them go, or do anything to hurt them. but we won't go there, at least not right now because I'M going to bed! :)
wow that was a long paragraph... hehe. i may or may not have been speaking from personal experience, but i think i got most of the basics there :) yeah man!
xoxo

There. That settles it. In my next life I am so being a cat. I'm going to be J-Lo's cat, actually, because it probably has it's own chef. Or even better. I'll be a fish! I'll reproduce and then eat my own offspring. Because I will have no emotions. And I will like it. Alot. Because I won't miss Derek anymore.

Toodles.

Sally's here. (And this has nothing to do with Tim Burton.)

Have you ever noticed that the restart button on the computer looks like a candy?

I have.

Yesterday I became aquainted with a friend that every woman with child-bearing equipment should know. And this friend's name is Midol. Saviour in a capsule!

Kitty says it's bed time.

Nite-nite.

[And I’ll pull your crooked teeth
You’ll be perfect just like me
You’ll be a lover in my bed
And a gun to my head
We must never be apart
We must never be apart
Ava Adore - Smashing Pumpkins]

"Superman's Dead"

...First Rodney Dangerfeild croaks, now Christopher Reeve kicks the bucket - what is this world coming to??

Mood: pleasant
Music: (not Our Lady Peace)

Say hello to the new Hair Fax renaissance girl! Yes, that's right - I sweep, I dust, I do inventory, mix haircolour, clean, and if you're lucky I just might wash your hair! (Here, Dustin! Dustin! Dustin! ...Just kidding -- even bleach doesn't stand a chance against that.) --Gah! ...One momment!--

...pardon me. You see, my washing machine decided to do the old "I'm from the 80's and I'm a rebel!" routine, which meant I had to go sit on it and numb my ass for five minutes so it didn't boogie down the basement stairs. And I don't want that to happen for many a reason, such as:
a) the fate of the dasterdly appliance would be put on my shoulders, because I'm presently the one nearest to it - besides, that's just the way things seem to work around here. If you can't count on my brother to feed himself when he's hungry you sure as hell can't expect him to touch a domestic device such as a washer - that's a woman's job anyways. (Ha! Women. Jobs. Who'da thunk it??) And my mother, being The Mother, Mary Poppins incarnate, Mrs "Practically Perfect in Every Way", well... you know.
and b) The machine that washes my clothes having been destroyed, and myself being domestically challenged (read: lazy) as I am comes down to only one equation - Liese at the laundromat. ...And we all know what lurks in my neighbourhood... (This being somewhat of a public blog I think I'll leave the elaborations at that... ;-) )

So you see, numb buns two or three times a week really is a small price to pay when you look at the big picture.

...Cheerio!

Junk in the Trunk

Mood: pirate
Music: I am the Walrus - Beatles

I am the eggman... I am the eggman... I am the Walrus! Coo coo cachu!

... No matter what, something about that song always makes me happy. :-)


Over the course of the Turkey Weekend, I ate the equivalent of a small volkswagon in cheesecake. The creme of the crop was provided to me in part by my dear neighbour Cindy - All in all, that family's been alot more productive since they've been on house arrest... In the last few months they've invented countless new dishes and converted their garage into a loft. (Someone should put The Father on house arrest as far as I'm concerned, his abode could use it.) Anyways, convicts or not, that's some damn good cheesecake. And I stand by that remark in whole.

Tomorrow I get my training down at--wait for it-- HAIR FAX!! Damn straight! I'm the new shampooer/secretary and I'm going to rock your locks! HAHAHAHAHA get it? Your HAIR! Ha! I came up with that one myself, just now. *Phew* Oh, I kill myself sometimes...

In other news... I'm rather Deborah-deprived as of late. I think I'm due for another session next week sometime. (Oh, and you know how all the social work stuff is anoynomous and crap? Last time I wore my Rugby sweats, you know, the ones with my first and last name on them in bolded white letters? Gah, screw you and your confidentiality, Homewood! ... I walked into the waiting room to find a girl my age sitting there looking up at me all dazed-like. Wouldn't it be funny if she went to my school- 'oh, hello...' heh heh.)

Lately I've been listening to The Verve so much that I'm beginning to grow suspicious of myself...

Ta Da!

Oath of God

...According to Sunny that is what my name means.

That got me to wondering... am I upholding the oath? I consulted the gematriculator find out...



So what that means is I am 69% holy. Haha. Go me.

coo coo cachu!

Mood: complacent
Music: 'I am the Walrus' - The Beatles

Oh look! I've put off my homework again! How does that keep happening?

In an attempt to keep myself out of a funk today I've been alternating between the nine or so songs on my computer that don't depress me. I've also decided that now that I have my yearbook, all I need is a scanner and a dart board to keep me happy. I figure I'm about $130 away from happiness as we speak, so assuming I start my job within the next week or so I could well be reaching the coveted plateau of emotional well-being by the end of October.

...Just kidding. Materials don't lead to happiness, you big sillies. Though I do admit that it would give new meaning to the phraise "darts of pleasure".

Look, I'm a stalker!


What Type of Villain are You?
mutedfaith.com.

Cheerio.

Rawr!

find your elementat mutedfaith.com.


Haha.

A little Give. A little Take.

Mood: slightly irratated
Music: 'Liar' - Sex Pistols

Today we started Hamlet. I am pleased about that. What I am not pleased about is that I have twenty pages of my information profile due on October the 12th and as of Today, October the 8th, I have roughly the equivelent of half a page done. Twenty pages. Say it : "Twenty [fucking] pages." On the list of things I have to say thank-you for, a long weekend to be spent at my leisure will not be appearing.

Toodles.

It's A Bit Nutty Wouldn't You Say?

Mood: contented
Music: 'Auf Asche' - Franz Ferdinand

I have come to terms with the loss of my fine little aquatic friend - he's swimming with the Jesus fish now.
...And The Mother has promised to take me out to get another one. (Another fish that is, not another Jesus though I wouldn't mind one of those either.)

[Note the listening material has mysteriously switched to Duran Duran.] [hehe!]

I know I should probably be using this time to contribute to my art project which I am legions behind on, but no matter how strong (or medicated) a person is there is only so much Seibert one can handle without turning a sharp object upon themselves. So you see, I'm not really slacking off here but merely taking preventative measures so as not to come to any harm. I've discovered why artists go crazy, and it's not because of the various toxic chemicals in the paint - it's the people they're stuck with. Ask yourself this - have you ever met a true artsy type and not privately wondered to yourself if they are missing significant (communicative or other) portions of their brain? ...And that's not necessairily a bad thing - indeed, the spiceiest of people in life are without question insane. However, sometimes they turn out to be nothing more than glorified tarts. ...Which brings me back to Mrs. Seibert.

I'm going to go turn into Van Gogh now and cut off my ear.

Toodles!

Happiness... is Not a Fish You Can Catch

...And apparently neither is a rasbora. Tonight I was cleaning my fish tank and the little fucker jumped out of the net and into the floor vent of no return.

Keep it on the down lo, but I cried for almost an hour.

What am I suposed to feel like when I can't take care of my fish without killing one of them? Arrgh... the worst part of it was I took biology last year so I knew precicely how long it would take for him to die, and I could hear him flip-flopping around for the better part of five minutes and I couldn't reach him. God I feel crappy. I mean, you can't hold an animal with a brain the size of the head of a pin accountable for that. I can try and console myself by saying it's just a fish that didn't have a family and I tried everything I could to save it... but the fact remains that it was alive before I got involved, and now it's dead.

...And if you're reading this and laughing, well, then I hate you. :-P


In other news, Franz Ferdinand kicked teh supreme ass! Everyone at the show was so incredibly pumped, and I was rocking out through their entire set despite experiencing horrible, multiple-stab-wound-like cramps from doing so - I just could not help myself! The Franz Ferdinand guy was rather hot, if I may say so. (Jeffery? Hell, I don't care what his name was. Eye candy does not necessarily need to go by name.) Anyways, if I was a groupie I would most definately sleep with him! ...Tee hee.

The Father rented a Dodge Grand Caravan to get to the concert and so I got to drive it for the rest of the weekend. Now this is going to sound so incredibly lame, but I kind of want a minivan! Maybe it's just my destiny to become a soccer mom, but I really enjoyed driving the minivan. Not to say I'm a sissified driver - not with The Father anyways. I love how I got comments like "Liese, you're not going eighty!" but when I happened to be going 100 in a 60 zone he was perfectly allright with that. ...And I went through the Tim Horton's drive-thru without hitting a curb or a wall or a person! And I passed two cars! Yay! Now I should go celebrate with some special orange juice ;-). ...Just joshin'.

Cheerio.