I have concluded something: Though Mondays are usually regarded as "undesirable" days, Tuesdays are a lot worse. Why? Because after a weekend of sleeping in, one is able to awaken at ungodly hours of the morning on Monday without too much fuss. But Tuesday? Tuesday reminds you that you not only have to get up again, but you have to keep going to school... for the rest of the week.
Prom went... hm... it went. There were hideous punch fountains that spewed what was either weakly flavored sugar substance or colored water that was for decoration only. All in all, I had fun. And in my four obsessive hours at the After Prom bingo table, I won a stationary set, a license plate frame, a Fossil wallet, and a bag of candy for being in the right place at the right time.
Well, it's about that time. Yeah, you heard me, THAT time. Expect to hear from Taria soon. If I could drag myself from the warm, bed-like embrace of laziness, then it should not be too hard for her to join me in the cold, painful world of reality. Join me, Taria! There's cold chicken here!
Tuesday, April 30, 2002
Friday, April 26, 2002
Mmmhmm, that crazy prom. You never can tell with that prom. I just finished painting my nails (fingers AND toes). I feel all feminine and have this strange urge to shop, wear glitter, and go tanning. Oh well, it's for a special occasion, and the color is so dark of a red it almost looks like I clawed someone's eyes out with my fingers and toes. And that takes talent. I still have to go buy concealer (which every female wearing makeup MUST have to cover up those darned little imperfections). The last batch of makeup I had came from freshman year, when I actually took the time to put on that sludge in the morning... I really don't think, after three years, that it was still, er, "good."
Well, I suppose my digits are dry enough. Time to take a drive to Target! Maybe I'll see Jeff.
.thinks about seeing Jeff.
Maybe I'll go to Walgreens instead.
Well, I suppose my digits are dry enough. Time to take a drive to Target! Maybe I'll see Jeff.
.thinks about seeing Jeff.
Maybe I'll go to Walgreens instead.
^Aloha ~ (those last three posts were the handiwork of Brucifer and Chris Hurd...Jen neglected to sign out and those two were poking around and well, here we are.)
^ Holy crap, Incubus was last night. It was phenomenal. It was amazing. It was everything I wanted it to be and so much more. I spent 98% of my time at the concert at the very front next to the bar. My battle scars are awesome. Brandon Boyd is so hot in person. Incubus rocks my face off. I am giddy with the thought of it. Enough said.
^Prom is this weekend. It's supposed to be cold, cold, and rainy. I am very excited. I like the rain. I also like to watch the girls whine about all the waterworks and how it's just ruining their night. Ha ha... Speaking of water, a pipe burst under 17th street (the entrance to the Double Tree, where the even is being held) and it is now closed. Some people are freaking out. I am laughing. Laughing. Laughing. Laughing. And hard. Man, at this rate, prom is going to be great. Not because it's going to be a great affair or anything but just simply because there will be so many people for me to laugh at. Life is good. Nabs wants her computer back. I might post later...
That is all...thank you.
^ Holy crap, Incubus was last night. It was phenomenal. It was amazing. It was everything I wanted it to be and so much more. I spent 98% of my time at the concert at the very front next to the bar. My battle scars are awesome. Brandon Boyd is so hot in person. Incubus rocks my face off. I am giddy with the thought of it. Enough said.
^Prom is this weekend. It's supposed to be cold, cold, and rainy. I am very excited. I like the rain. I also like to watch the girls whine about all the waterworks and how it's just ruining their night. Ha ha... Speaking of water, a pipe burst under 17th street (the entrance to the Double Tree, where the even is being held) and it is now closed. Some people are freaking out. I am laughing. Laughing. Laughing. Laughing. And hard. Man, at this rate, prom is going to be great. Not because it's going to be a great affair or anything but just simply because there will be so many people for me to laugh at. Life is good. Nabs wants her computer back. I might post later...
That is all...thank you.
Thursday, April 25, 2002
Good day. I am determined to post before Taria, who is busily typing away on a computer just behind and to the left of me. She has paused her communication briefly to banter with others who have just entered the room, and so I move into the lead. My Introduction to Behavioral Science class is watching this movie called "The Wave." It's about this teacher who was trying to teach his classroom how easily Hitler brainwashed so many people. The guy ended up turning his classroom into a cult. Apparently, this happened to an actual class somewhere, and the teacher wrote a book about it which ended up as the screenplay for the movie we're watching. This disturbs me. This disturbs me greatly. Who's really to say kids today aren't succeptible to a similar sort of verbal nonsense? I think I will go somewhere else... I don't want to think about this any more.
Oh, yes... prom is this weekend. It's going to be cold and rainy. Whee...
Oh, yes... prom is this weekend. It's going to be cold and rainy. Whee...
Monday, April 22, 2002
^Aloha~ (we are almost done with April, and I think I am winning the war....shhhh...don't tell anyone I said that.)
^There is no worse feeling in the world than regret. Don't ask why. Just trust me on this one. I suppose sometimes in life you have only one card to play and that card just isn't the right one. That's okay. It builds character. Can you tell I am avoiding admitting the truth to myself? "Like the plague..." hmmm Davey, now I know how Rachel must feel.
^Prom is this weekend. I am absolutely miserable. I have sworn to myself that I would go to prom and I would like it, no matter what. That is getting harder. I would much rather stick my head in a garbage disposal and boil myself in a vat of Coca Cola. Wow, that is sad. I have no good excuse to be so stupid about the whole thing... except that I can be... and so I will be. For now at least. Give me until next Monday...I will be fine. But until then...eh, not so much.
Last chance
A missed chance
And I can't help but look back and feel the wonder
And ask the what ifs
Pretend this never happened
Avoid it like the plague
And act as though my insides weren't ripped out
^It's funny the things that spill out of an open mind.
That is all...thank you.
^There is no worse feeling in the world than regret. Don't ask why. Just trust me on this one. I suppose sometimes in life you have only one card to play and that card just isn't the right one. That's okay. It builds character. Can you tell I am avoiding admitting the truth to myself? "Like the plague..." hmmm Davey, now I know how Rachel must feel.
^Prom is this weekend. I am absolutely miserable. I have sworn to myself that I would go to prom and I would like it, no matter what. That is getting harder. I would much rather stick my head in a garbage disposal and boil myself in a vat of Coca Cola. Wow, that is sad. I have no good excuse to be so stupid about the whole thing... except that I can be... and so I will be. For now at least. Give me until next Monday...I will be fine. But until then...eh, not so much.
Last chance
A missed chance
And I can't help but look back and feel the wonder
And ask the what ifs
Pretend this never happened
Avoid it like the plague
And act as though my insides weren't ripped out
^It's funny the things that spill out of an open mind.
That is all...thank you.
Friday, April 19, 2002
^Aloha~ (jen, funny you should mention the random imploding of things, seeing as how we then had that fire alarm)
^In other news, tonight was nothing short of some wisdom being restored back into my mind that had been taken over by Ap Chem equilibrium equations.Why is it that we as humans must struggle to let life take on the course that is was meant to? There is little we can do in and of our own meaningless powers to change what ultimately must come to pass. We can worry and frown and fret until we find ourselves literally ill from the extra stress we have taken on emotionally. We can drown an entire race of people with our bitter tears. We can bend over backwards and manipulate until we've woven a web that is phenomenally more complex than the universe itself. Yet none of these things - in the end - can alter the flow of what we know is life. I am not saying that you should not be proactive. You should do what it is that you can to make things turn out positively, but there is a thin line between that and the way most of us handle things. Now this is no new theory. This is nothing that I'm sure isn't expessed in at least ten thousand works and literature. And still we grapple with the idea of letting go. I am reminded of some parable out of my childhood - I shall rephrase it:
^There was once a man who discovered gold in the depths of tree. He reached his hand into a hole in the bark of the tree to pull it out, but when he grasped his fortune, he could no longer remove his hand. He tried every position possible, but could not free himself. The jagged tree bark scrached his arm to the point of blood; it was hopeless. The man was in excruciating pain... he could take it no longer. Resigned, he let go of the gold and his hand slid easily out. He was much happier to have his hand than to have the gold, which was easily removed later.
^In life, we cling so tightly to what we think we need and or want. Sometimes we want that thing so badly that we lose sight of the damage we are doing. Instead of loosening our holds on that which is out of our control, we cling only tighter until we have scratched our souls to the point of agony. At this point, there are some song lyrics that come to my mind (From "Let It Go" by the Newsboys) I hope these lyrics aren't offensive to you. Just allow yourself to think upon their meaning as it can be attributed to experiences in your life...
Will you forgive?
Will you forget?
Will you live what you know?
Beneath the cross,
you hear his words,
"Father forgive them."
And you know
you can't understand it.
Let it go.
^Forgve the fact that what you think you may need is only what you want. And it may not come to you when you want it to. Forget how badly you seem to want it, for you have lived this long without it and surely you will not die now. You know it is not good for you to cling so tightly... so why can't you let it go? In your life, you must come to understand that there is so much that you cannot understand. And you must let it go.
That is all...thank you.
^In other news, tonight was nothing short of some wisdom being restored back into my mind that had been taken over by Ap Chem equilibrium equations.Why is it that we as humans must struggle to let life take on the course that is was meant to? There is little we can do in and of our own meaningless powers to change what ultimately must come to pass. We can worry and frown and fret until we find ourselves literally ill from the extra stress we have taken on emotionally. We can drown an entire race of people with our bitter tears. We can bend over backwards and manipulate until we've woven a web that is phenomenally more complex than the universe itself. Yet none of these things - in the end - can alter the flow of what we know is life. I am not saying that you should not be proactive. You should do what it is that you can to make things turn out positively, but there is a thin line between that and the way most of us handle things. Now this is no new theory. This is nothing that I'm sure isn't expessed in at least ten thousand works and literature. And still we grapple with the idea of letting go. I am reminded of some parable out of my childhood - I shall rephrase it:
^There was once a man who discovered gold in the depths of tree. He reached his hand into a hole in the bark of the tree to pull it out, but when he grasped his fortune, he could no longer remove his hand. He tried every position possible, but could not free himself. The jagged tree bark scrached his arm to the point of blood; it was hopeless. The man was in excruciating pain... he could take it no longer. Resigned, he let go of the gold and his hand slid easily out. He was much happier to have his hand than to have the gold, which was easily removed later.
^In life, we cling so tightly to what we think we need and or want. Sometimes we want that thing so badly that we lose sight of the damage we are doing. Instead of loosening our holds on that which is out of our control, we cling only tighter until we have scratched our souls to the point of agony. At this point, there are some song lyrics that come to my mind (From "Let It Go" by the Newsboys) I hope these lyrics aren't offensive to you. Just allow yourself to think upon their meaning as it can be attributed to experiences in your life...
Will you forgive?
Will you forget?
Will you live what you know?
Beneath the cross,
you hear his words,
"Father forgive them."
And you know
you can't understand it.
Let it go.
^Forgve the fact that what you think you may need is only what you want. And it may not come to you when you want it to. Forget how badly you seem to want it, for you have lived this long without it and surely you will not die now. You know it is not good for you to cling so tightly... so why can't you let it go? In your life, you must come to understand that there is so much that you cannot understand. And you must let it go.
That is all...thank you.
Thursday, April 18, 2002
Bye now.
Tuesday, April 16, 2002
Mmm, the sweet non-school related texture of Tuesday. It feels... like relaxation kicked stress square in its little ass. It feels like summer. And this cannot be a good thing, for it is merely April and after Crazy Week, we're back in school every day until the end of May. Oh well... more learning for me! Take that all you useless lumps who're getting out of school earlier than I, for my head will be full to the brim with delicious knowledge come May 30, and yours will be... off... sleeping somewhere. Damn you.
My cold (which came in the clever disguise of seasonal allergies) has moved into my respiratory tract, and oh boy, does it ever hurt to breathe. I'm coughing all the time now, and until today, the elders of my household hadn't the opportunity to hear it. Well, they were out of the house when I woke up, and maybe I can get all the coughiness out of my lungs by the time they return. Otherwise, they'll know I was wrong. I insisted all weekend that I needed Claritin (the kind that dissolves on your tongue!) to combat my fierce springtime allergies, and I was wrong. What a terrible secret. I should go hide.
Oh, and Taria - whatever terrible little gossip demon is plaguing you, it has yet to whisper its filthy secrets into my ears. I really don't mind not knowing. But I wish you luck with your Prom goodness.
My cold (which came in the clever disguise of seasonal allergies) has moved into my respiratory tract, and oh boy, does it ever hurt to breathe. I'm coughing all the time now, and until today, the elders of my household hadn't the opportunity to hear it. Well, they were out of the house when I woke up, and maybe I can get all the coughiness out of my lungs by the time they return. Otherwise, they'll know I was wrong. I insisted all weekend that I needed Claritin (the kind that dissolves on your tongue!) to combat my fierce springtime allergies, and I was wrong. What a terrible secret. I should go hide.
Oh, and Taria - whatever terrible little gossip demon is plaguing you, it has yet to whisper its filthy secrets into my ears. I really don't mind not knowing. But I wish you luck with your Prom goodness.
Aloha~
Consider yourself warned. Jen and I have enlisted the help of Davey to make our small island...well...less sucky{pssst, Jen... Ghetto.Wyndham...flying middle finger...tee hee hee}. So we'll be trying things out and deciding that Queefy McQueeferton must have had a hand in things, so we'll change it back...and then we'll remember why we didn't like it in the first place and changing it to something entirely different. This could take a while. Don't be surprised if this looks a little different every time you come back. What we have now is rough. Very rough. Surprisingly achievable level of roughness. Don't bitch about it to me. I don't care. No one ever built an island right the first time. {And yes, Sammie I will have a forum just for you. I was thinking maybe it could even have a title pertaining to you. Got ideas? Let me know}
Day one of crazy week is over and I am still alive, I think. What did I learn today? I have a big f****ing mouth and Fate likes to laugh at me. Before the day started 4 people knew of the trouble at hand. At 12:27 AM, 12 people know. This worries me. I get petrified when 1 person knows. I am screwing myself in the ear, I just know it. Hell, at this point, I may as well round it up to 13 and figure that he knows. Ackum.
And now I will devote a paragraph to a friend. I think this will be another tradition of mine. Who knows...but anyway, this paragraph will celebrate Kara {now after you read this, your assignment is to go and read Sonnet 30 by Shakespeare}. Man, she is one of the coolest ever. I love that girl. Ever since freshman french with Buda, she's been dragging me - mostly kicking and screaming - through high school. I know I can go to her with anything and she seems to know just what to do. And we even share thought bubbles...isn't that special...As far as I can tell, there aren't proficient words I can use to describe our friendship. Where would I be without Kara? Remember that top ten things I love about Kara list? Yeah, you should keep that, because it's all true. Now if only one of our evil schemes would actually work. I'll try not to foul this one up - but I promise nothing. Word.
*watch now as laziness prevails* {are you watching?}
The Countdown Continues
1. wait
2. a
3. minute.
4. I just started the countdown yesterday.
5. If you really want to know how many days are left until each of the aforementioned events,
6. just take yesterday's numbers and subtract one day.
7. really, why didn't you think of that sooner?
8. tsk tsk tsk...
That is all...thank you.
Consider yourself warned. Jen and I have enlisted the help of Davey to make our small island...well...less sucky{pssst, Jen... Ghetto.Wyndham...flying middle finger...tee hee hee}. So we'll be trying things out and deciding that Queefy McQueeferton must have had a hand in things, so we'll change it back...and then we'll remember why we didn't like it in the first place and changing it to something entirely different. This could take a while. Don't be surprised if this looks a little different every time you come back. What we have now is rough. Very rough. Surprisingly achievable level of roughness. Don't bitch about it to me. I don't care. No one ever built an island right the first time. {And yes, Sammie I will have a forum just for you. I was thinking maybe it could even have a title pertaining to you. Got ideas? Let me know}
Day one of crazy week is over and I am still alive, I think. What did I learn today? I have a big f****ing mouth and Fate likes to laugh at me. Before the day started 4 people knew of the trouble at hand. At 12:27 AM, 12 people know. This worries me. I get petrified when 1 person knows. I am screwing myself in the ear, I just know it. Hell, at this point, I may as well round it up to 13 and figure that he knows. Ackum.
And now I will devote a paragraph to a friend. I think this will be another tradition of mine. Who knows...but anyway, this paragraph will celebrate Kara {now after you read this, your assignment is to go and read Sonnet 30 by Shakespeare}. Man, she is one of the coolest ever. I love that girl. Ever since freshman french with Buda, she's been dragging me - mostly kicking and screaming - through high school. I know I can go to her with anything and she seems to know just what to do. And we even share thought bubbles...isn't that special...As far as I can tell, there aren't proficient words I can use to describe our friendship. Where would I be without Kara? Remember that top ten things I love about Kara list? Yeah, you should keep that, because it's all true. Now if only one of our evil schemes would actually work. I'll try not to foul this one up - but I promise nothing. Word.
*watch now as laziness prevails* {are you watching?}
The Countdown Continues
1. wait
2. a
3. minute.
4. I just started the countdown yesterday.
5. If you really want to know how many days are left until each of the aforementioned events,
6. just take yesterday's numbers and subtract one day.
7. really, why didn't you think of that sooner?
8. tsk tsk tsk...
That is all...thank you.
Sunday, April 14, 2002
Aloha~ We are officially two weekends down - two to go. I am holding steady. April, you haven't kicked my ass completely...yet.
So you know what reallysucks? When you like someone...then you stop liking them...and by God, you swear that you will never never like this person again (yeah, right, Kara) - and then lo and behold, you discover your evil plan has failed and you are attracted to this person again. Dammit. It's those damn warm nights and moonlit skies filled with endless stars that did it. I was just going to the cast party to have a good time and celebrate a job well done. Of course not. That would be too easy. Kara thinks I should ask him to prom. I don't know about that. I do, after all, retain the title of the world's biggest chicken. And also, I would feel bad if I made him come wih my friends to dinner...but I do know his friends...and we could combine groups....awwww damn, I don't know what to do {See, high school, this is why I hate you !}
Yeah, so The Crucible was this weekend. Man, we kicked our own asses we were so good. That was the best production I've ever been in. That's really all you can say about it....it was phenomenal. I had a blast. It was kind of a downer, because that was the last time I'll get to share the stage with the seniors...but alas, such is life. I got some amazing compliments and a big thanks goes out to everyone who complimented me and believed... I could not have asked for more than what this experience has given me.
Enough of that deep like the ocean business...this week is crazy week. If you don't go to Millard North, don't bother asking or wondering why...you are best left in the dark. Insanity, here we come!
Hmmm...I think I am going to make a list of things we are counting down to...I have 27 minutes to fill until South Park comes on so why not?
The Countdown Begins...
1. Senior Skip Day ~ 4 days
2. District Music Contest ~ 4, 5 and 6 days
3. Incubus w/ Hoobastank ~ 11 days
4. Prom ~ 13 days
5. Drammies (w/ Mel and Mike hosting) ~ 15 days
6. May ~ 16 days
7. Variety Show (w/ Carrie and Davey hosting) ~ 22 days
8. Beginning of reign as senior ~
That is all...thank you.
So you know what reallysucks? When you like someone...then you stop liking them...and by God, you swear that you will never never like this person again (yeah, right, Kara) - and then lo and behold, you discover your evil plan has failed and you are attracted to this person again. Dammit. It's those damn warm nights and moonlit skies filled with endless stars that did it. I was just going to the cast party to have a good time and celebrate a job well done. Of course not. That would be too easy. Kara thinks I should ask him to prom. I don't know about that. I do, after all, retain the title of the world's biggest chicken. And also, I would feel bad if I made him come wih my friends to dinner...but I do know his friends...and we could combine groups....awwww damn, I don't know what to do
Yeah, so The Crucible was this weekend. Man, we kicked our own asses we were so good. That was the best production I've ever been in. That's really all you can say about it....it was phenomenal. I had a blast. It was kind of a downer, because that was the last time I'll get to share the stage with the seniors...but alas, such is life. I got some amazing compliments and a big thanks goes out to everyone who complimented me and believed... I could not have asked for more than what this experience has given me.
Enough of that deep like the ocean business...this week is crazy week.
Hmmm...I think I am going to make a list of things we are counting down to...I have 27 minutes to fill until South Park comes on so why not?
The Countdown Begins...
1. Senior Skip Day ~ 4 days
2. District Music Contest ~ 4, 5 and 6 days
3. Incubus w/ Hoobastank ~ 11 days
4. Prom ~ 13 days
5. Drammies (w/ Mel and Mike hosting) ~ 15 days
6. May ~ 16 days
7. Variety Show (w/ Carrie and Davey hosting) ~ 22 days
8. Beginning of reign as senior ~
That is all...thank you.
Hoo whee, it's a-cookin' out there in the real world. Looks to be even hotter tomorrow, one of the two days we have to be in school next week. 87 degrees in April? Unheard of! And also uncomfortable!
Psst... Taria. I went to the play on Saturday - it was truly well done. Even Colin liked it. Wait... does that detract from the validity of the goodness of the play? I guess I'll leave that up to you.
Psst... Taria. I went to the play on Saturday - it was truly well done. Even Colin liked it. Wait... does that detract from the validity of the goodness of the play? I guess I'll leave that up to you.
Wednesday, April 10, 2002
Aloha...hott damn...I knew I'd mess this thing up sooner or later. SO that was actually me and not Jen that posted last (the one with the things I hate). And I need to change the time on these things. Not that you care...but I do...and I am what matters. Have a nice day. Odds are I will post more during 7th hour social club.
That is all. Thank you.
That is all. Thank you.
Tuesday, April 09, 2002
Aloha...Alas, everyone, I would like to introduce you to someone, like it or not. This is Jen, or rather, THAT was Jen. That was her post. Very insightful. Go read it...now. READ IT!! Why haven't you done my bidding yet? I'm waiting...
I have officially decided that there are things in the world that I hate. Not that I "strong despise," or "can't stand" ... things that I hate. Here they are:
Sam Vasta
people with names that rhyme with Mennifer Builer
gay guys that are hott that also have hott boyfriends...what a waste of penis
sluuuuuuuuutahs (tee hee hee)
prom and anything that has any relation whatsoever to it (an explanation of that one is on my webpage @ Aol)
small children
The Newsies
eh, I guess I don't really hate Sam...he has such a nice butt..
That's all I can think of at the moment...I might post later. I'd better get out of here for now, the administration are starting to look at me. I think they know what I'm up to...they might try and come and talk to me if I'm not careful. Then I'd have to kill them. In a hurry. And what fun would that be? And oh how messy...
That is all. Thank you.
I have officially decided that there are things in the world that I hate. Not that I "strong despise," or "can't stand" ... things that I hate. Here they are:
Sam Vasta
people with names that rhyme with Mennifer Builer
gay guys that are hott that also have hott boyfriends...what a waste of penis
sluuuuuuuuutahs (tee hee hee)
prom and anything that has any relation whatsoever to it (an explanation of that one is on my webpage @ Aol)
small children
The Newsies
eh, I guess I don't really hate Sam...he has such a nice butt..
That's all I can think of at the moment...I might post later. I'd better get out of here for now, the administration are starting to look at me. I think they know what I'm up to...they might try and come and talk to me if I'm not careful. Then I'd have to kill them. In a hurry. And what fun would that be? And oh how messy...
That is all. Thank you.
Psst... Taria. You don't match today. I hope the fashion demons get you. I hope they get you goood.
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I wish our school clocks would just settle on one time. I'm losing faith in the administration, here. Like it would have been so hard to've set the clocks to daylight savings time on Friday, before we left. This is the fourth time they've reset the clocks in two days. It was frustrating to see that damn thing cycle through all 12 hours last period only to watch the office lady miss the correct time - AGAIN - by a minute. It never ends. That's a good summary for life in general. "It" never ends. Either get used to "it" or... explode?
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I wish our school clocks would just settle on one time. I'm losing faith in the administration, here. Like it would have been so hard to've set the clocks to daylight savings time on Friday, before we left. This is the fourth time they've reset the clocks in two days. It was frustrating to see that damn thing cycle through all 12 hours last period only to watch the office lady miss the correct time - AGAIN - by a minute. It never ends. That's a good summary for life in general. "It" never ends. Either get used to "it" or... explode?
Monday, April 08, 2002
Okay so I made this thing last night, but of course I managed to mess it up. So here is the introductory blog that I had intended to post. I'll also post something again later tonight. Enjoy.
~ What have I gotten myself into this time?
Aloha...So right...yeah...I made my own blogspot. I don't know why I did this. I don't need one. I don't even think I really want one, but I have it. Now what the hell should I do with it?
I know what you're thinking: I copied Davey. Maybe I did, who knows? But the fact is that I am so much cuter than he is that it doesn't even matter. What I would really like is to post on Obey the Fist, but Davey is busy coming up with reasons why I can't right now. Maybe he'll see this and decide to let me post. You should all email (psychobob@tconl.com) and tell him so.
So who am I? I am Taria. You will find me briefly mentioned in Davey's blog, Obey the Fist. I am not exactly sure what else to tell you about me. So I will end this paragraph now. I'm sure you'll find out more than you ever wanted to know pretty soon. If you are impatient and you need to know now, you can check out my homepage over at Hell...I mean...Aol...no, I was right the first time.
I'm not exactly sure what I want this whole blogspot to be about. Forgive me, I don't know a whole lot about this whole thing. Damn technology. I think I might want Jen and/or Sam to post here too, we'll see. If you have any ideas, you should email me about them (psychurmind101@aol.com). I just might care, chances are I won't. It's worth a shot...
Well for now I should go think about what I have gone and gotten myself into. Besides, South Park is coming on and I think it's either going to be "The Butters Show" or the episode where Russell Crowe has his own show where he beats people up around the globe.
There is no place like Intenet,
Dear ol' Intenet High!
Red, orange, and brown will take you down...
And everybody knows, you don't f**k with the 'Rows!!!!!!!!!
Dear Intenet, we love you!
Oh, yes we do...GO 'ROWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That is all, thank you.
~ What have I gotten myself into this time?
Aloha...So right...yeah...I made my own blogspot. I don't know why I did this. I don't need one. I don't even think I really want one, but I have it. Now what the hell should I do with it?
I know what you're thinking: I copied Davey. Maybe I did, who knows? But the fact is that I am so much cuter than he is that it doesn't even matter. What I would really like is to post on Obey the Fist, but Davey is busy coming up with reasons why I can't right now. Maybe he'll see this and decide to let me post. You should all email (psychobob@tconl.com) and tell him so.
So who am I? I am Taria. You will find me briefly mentioned in Davey's blog, Obey the Fist.
I'm not exactly sure what I want this whole blogspot to be about. Forgive me, I don't know a whole lot about this whole thing. Damn technology. I think I might want Jen and/or Sam to post here too, we'll see. If you have any ideas, you should email me about them (psychurmind101@aol.com). I just might care, chances are I won't. It's worth a shot...
Well for now I should go think about what I have gone and gotten myself into. Besides, South Park is coming on and I think it's either going to be "The Butters Show" or the episode where Russell Crowe has his own show where he beats people up around the globe.
There is no place like Intenet,
Dear ol' Intenet High!
Red, orange, and brown will take you down...
And everybody knows, you don't f**k with the 'Rows!!!!!!!!!
Dear Intenet, we love you!
Oh, yes we do...GO 'ROWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That is all, thank you.
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