i want the love that they denied me
i want the pain that you provide me
Friday, March 13, 2009
The Hazards of Love
I don't know if anyone has heard the new album by The Decemberists called The Hazards of Love but it's really good.
HERE'S A SONG:
HERE'S A SONG:
HAPPY DOUBLE FRIDAY THE 13TH
HEY GUYS
A couple of things
1. As you probably know, it's Friday the 13th again, which I'm going to get my hopes up about and think that it's an apocalyptic sign. Life as we know it is slowly coming to a close.
2. As you can see, I have a new question of the day up, in relation to the Jeff Corwin entry.
3. In other news:
courtesy of dlisted
A couple of things
1. As you probably know, it's Friday the 13th again, which I'm going to get my hopes up about and think that it's an apocalyptic sign. Life as we know it is slowly coming to a close.
2. As you can see, I have a new question of the day up, in relation to the Jeff Corwin entry.
3. In other news:
courtesy of dlisted
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Quote of the Day
"I can't believe they're still playing commercials after that [really long] commercial!"
Serious insight from Sarah.
Jeff Corwin is either
a) an asshole,
b) smoking pcp, payote, or weed at all times,
c) schizophrenic, or
d) all of the above.
Jeff Corwin definitely thinks he's better than all of the locals he deals with in the third world countries, and he's obviously disgusted by them. Jeff Corwin also talks a lot of smack for a little beetch. Jeff Corwin is petrified of most of the animals he sees. Jeff Corwin runs away a lot and makes the local minorities deal with the reptiles. So that makes me think it's option A.
But then Jeff Corwin is always sweaty and his eyes are bulging out of his head. Jeff Corwin makes strange noises and talks in crazy voices. Jeff Corwin is often paranoid. Jeff Corwin personifies most of the animals or plants and talks to lots of inanimate objects, and just your general displays of trippin. That could be either B or C. But then you listen to the music, and it's the craziest music on the planet, so it makes me think it's B. While it's playing, Jeff Corwin's freaking out at this lizard, "LOOK at him!!!! He's boogadee boogiting BY!!!!" and acting like Charles Manson.
So definitely all of the above.
Thank GOODNESS Steve Irwin is on next!!!!
He owns Jeff Corwin in every way. In this episode, he finds an alligator over her eggs or something so she's in a trance! When Steve has to leave, he says says, "Ooohh, I love you, sweetheart..." and gives her a big kiss!
YES! YES! YES!
Serious insight from Sarah.
Jeff Corwin is either
a) an asshole,
b) smoking pcp, payote, or weed at all times,
c) schizophrenic, or
d) all of the above.
Jeff Corwin definitely thinks he's better than all of the locals he deals with in the third world countries, and he's obviously disgusted by them. Jeff Corwin also talks a lot of smack for a little beetch. Jeff Corwin is petrified of most of the animals he sees. Jeff Corwin runs away a lot and makes the local minorities deal with the reptiles. So that makes me think it's option A.
But then Jeff Corwin is always sweaty and his eyes are bulging out of his head. Jeff Corwin makes strange noises and talks in crazy voices. Jeff Corwin is often paranoid. Jeff Corwin personifies most of the animals or plants and talks to lots of inanimate objects, and just your general displays of trippin. That could be either B or C. But then you listen to the music, and it's the craziest music on the planet, so it makes me think it's B. While it's playing, Jeff Corwin's freaking out at this lizard, "LOOK at him!!!! He's boogadee boogiting BY!!!!" and acting like Charles Manson.
So definitely all of the above.
Thank GOODNESS Steve Irwin is on next!!!!
He owns Jeff Corwin in every way. In this episode, he finds an alligator over her eggs or something so she's in a trance! When Steve has to leave, he says says, "Ooohh, I love you, sweetheart..." and gives her a big kiss!
YES! YES! YES!
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Hernando County Arrests !!!!! March 9th !!!!!
I haven't done this lately so I'm excited!
Elizabeth C. Branson! Up to your old tricks, I see...grand theft and another scheme to obtain property!
lol
Now, he's in there for domestic battery. I know he looks scrawny, but he also looks crazy. I wouldn't want to piss him off EVER.
And this woman, already in jail, was caught trafficking drugs, and, obviously, being in possession of contraband. I hope she isn't somebody's mother!
Oh, and be on the look-out. This guy was arrested for a sex offender violation around Spring Hill Drive:
Wow. Maybe try NOT to look like a perv.
Elizabeth C. Branson! Up to your old tricks, I see...grand theft and another scheme to obtain property!
lol
Now, he's in there for domestic battery. I know he looks scrawny, but he also looks crazy. I wouldn't want to piss him off EVER.
And this woman, already in jail, was caught trafficking drugs, and, obviously, being in possession of contraband. I hope she isn't somebody's mother!
Oh, and be on the look-out. This guy was arrested for a sex offender violation around Spring Hill Drive:
Wow. Maybe try NOT to look like a perv.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Half Blood Prince Countdown
You'll be happy to know, or maybe you won't care, that I've added a Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince countdown to my blog. As you can see, we have 129 days left.
I was watching an awesome behind the scenes preview today. I was so excited, my eyes were watering. I felt like Nutty Madam
I was watching an awesome behind the scenes preview today. I was so excited, my eyes were watering. I felt like Nutty Madam
indestructable
In other news, why am I drinking caffeinated soda at three o clock in the morning??
Perhaps Ken can explain a few things about how machines don't need to sleep.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
i don't know
what the hell is going on things are looking crazy and i can't tell what anyone is thinking anymore.
cue beethoven's fifth symphony.
cue beethoven's fifth symphony.
My Town
Well, thanks to Google Earth, I can give those who don't know street view tour of my town. Let's not get too excited for this beautiful tour of Anna's spots and shit.
Alright first off, that's my old house. And, yes, that would have possibly been my Corolla except we've sold it.
This is my street:
This is my store:
These are my hills;
This was my park:
This was my high school:
lol cool
Alright first off, that's my old house. And, yes, that would have possibly been my Corolla except we've sold it.
This is my street:
This is my store:
These are my hills;
This was my park:
This was my high school:
lol cool
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Back 2 Skewl
Plaid dress for four square competitions, skinny belt to tie my books together, and high heeled Mary Janes so I can win tetherball.
I hope things continue to change
It's hard to go on when I keep saying the same things. It's a lot more dangerous to speak with a tongue that has been weighted down with words said with unapologetic anger that isn't as uncommon as you may think. I'm not as mad as I seem, or I am angry all of the time. I can't really tell. I'm aware, however, that there is something that is not being filled.
I can understand how my heart could be mistaken for a body of water. The further you walk, the harder it is to see your feet. You move your toes into the ground because you know that it's there, even if nobody else does. But by the time the calves are no longer visible, people lose their nerve. No one has the lung capacity to just hold their breath and sink.
I've thought about it a lot lately, thinking about how maybe I should get ready to turn back. I swear, after this pack, it's over, after this bag, I'm done. But it never turns out being that easy. I like to say that I can't help it, but it's really just that I don't want to be able to help it. I want it to control me so then I can have a hearty and reasonable excuse. How can I fight what I cannot fight? This way, it's easier for me to ignore what I already know. This way, no one can hold this knowledge against me. I like to think that i can't do anything. I like to think that something bad is going to happen. I like to think about what I would do and the things I could say and the people I would have to call and the tears I could form, and would they be smooth or rough like they get sometimes? But I don't know about crying. It shakes my chest, or it ruins my dress. And it's despicable, really, or at least, that's how I feel after I let my emotions get the best of me.
I also know that I definitely cannot stay here forever. I don't even remember getting here in the first place. I know there was plane, a vomiting air ride and a bathroom or two. My eyes were like stones, but I couldn't help that. I'm not really sure which foot I put first through which door, but it certainly brought me here. To this bedroom to this state to this dining room table to this sand. Since I got here, my heart is going on like some sort of clock without an alarm, and it's constantly reminding me not to get comfortable, because I've got to move on and I've got to get out. I need to go somewhere that leaves me with no doubt, and if this wall won't come down I guess I will tear it apart myself.
I can understand how my heart could be mistaken for a body of water. The further you walk, the harder it is to see your feet. You move your toes into the ground because you know that it's there, even if nobody else does. But by the time the calves are no longer visible, people lose their nerve. No one has the lung capacity to just hold their breath and sink.
I've thought about it a lot lately, thinking about how maybe I should get ready to turn back. I swear, after this pack, it's over, after this bag, I'm done. But it never turns out being that easy. I like to say that I can't help it, but it's really just that I don't want to be able to help it. I want it to control me so then I can have a hearty and reasonable excuse. How can I fight what I cannot fight? This way, it's easier for me to ignore what I already know. This way, no one can hold this knowledge against me. I like to think that i can't do anything. I like to think that something bad is going to happen. I like to think about what I would do and the things I could say and the people I would have to call and the tears I could form, and would they be smooth or rough like they get sometimes? But I don't know about crying. It shakes my chest, or it ruins my dress. And it's despicable, really, or at least, that's how I feel after I let my emotions get the best of me.
I also know that I definitely cannot stay here forever. I don't even remember getting here in the first place. I know there was plane, a vomiting air ride and a bathroom or two. My eyes were like stones, but I couldn't help that. I'm not really sure which foot I put first through which door, but it certainly brought me here. To this bedroom to this state to this dining room table to this sand. Since I got here, my heart is going on like some sort of clock without an alarm, and it's constantly reminding me not to get comfortable, because I've got to move on and I've got to get out. I need to go somewhere that leaves me with no doubt, and if this wall won't come down I guess I will tear it apart myself.
my apologies
I've been writing again lately but I don't think I can post any of it. Every time I post anything, I read it later and realize I'm being a little too open with you people, you people who don't even appreciate let alone know what I'm talking about.
Yesterday, however, Jesse and I wrote some Madlibs, and I think it's going to be a great career path. Better than being a journalist, or a computer technician.
Some other things:
1) Music has failed. I think I'm straight off that shit for a while, nothing I do make or sing is sounding good to me anymore. My guitar is a mess anyway. And in these hard times, my family could really use the firewood.
2) I am going back to school sometime soon, hopefully March, I'm praying anyway. So I'm thinking some plaid jumpers, knee-high socks, and patent leather Mary Jane's are in order. I also could use a leather belt to tie my books together.
3) My prayers have been coming true, by the way! To all you naysayers.
4) Speaking of answered prayers, I'm getting unemployment money after my b-word boss tried to appeal it, which is awesome, because I need to buy textbooks and three ringed binders and highlighters and shit. And some new back to school clothes!!111
5) Honestly I'm trying really hard to keep a cultured blog, but I'm way too self-absorbed.
Yesterday, however, Jesse and I wrote some Madlibs, and I think it's going to be a great career path. Better than being a journalist, or a computer technician.
Some other things:
1) Music has failed. I think I'm straight off that shit for a while, nothing I do make or sing is sounding good to me anymore. My guitar is a mess anyway. And in these hard times, my family could really use the firewood.
2) I am going back to school sometime soon, hopefully March, I'm praying anyway. So I'm thinking some plaid jumpers, knee-high socks, and patent leather Mary Jane's are in order. I also could use a leather belt to tie my books together.
3) My prayers have been coming true, by the way! To all you naysayers.
4) Speaking of answered prayers, I'm getting unemployment money after my b-word boss tried to appeal it, which is awesome, because I need to buy textbooks and three ringed binders and highlighters and shit. And some new back to school clothes!!111
5) Honestly I'm trying really hard to keep a cultured blog, but I'm way too self-absorbed.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
The Hogue Brothers
Harlan and Waylon Hogue seriously need to get SLAPPED! I'm offering a fine price for anyone who wants to do it for me. I'd do it myself, but they'd probably be able to kill me, and I'd disappear forever. Which would be worse for me than for you, but I'm just saying.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Obama to rescind Bush abortion rule
President Barack Obama wants to rescind a Bush administration rule that strengthened job protections for doctors and nurses who refuse for moral reasons to perform abortions.
Who wants to give me a ride to Washington D.C. so I can protest? Isn't that violating some sort of personal right, or innate liberty, or free practice, or SOMEthing?
I think that, as far as the future goes, anyone with an old-fashioned view point will be CRUSHED BENEATH GREAT FISTS!!!!!1111
Who wants to give me a ride to Washington D.C. so I can protest? Isn't that violating some sort of personal right, or innate liberty, or free practice, or SOMEthing?
I think that, as far as the future goes, anyone with an old-fashioned view point will be CRUSHED BENEATH GREAT FISTS!!!!!1111
Monday, March 2, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
are you thinking what i'm thinking?
I think Hilary Rhoda is my favorite woman on the planet. I haven't seen her anywhere on the runway lately, and all she's doing is that Sports Illustrated nudie crap! Even though I don't think anyone's complaining about that, she still is much more high fashion to me than she's letting herself believe.
all the ladies if you feel me help me sing it out
lol don't mind my face
expect a new version at a later date.
expect a new version at a later date.
i miss
being known. and having friends.
sorry to post another whiny blog but i'm feeling a little self-deprecating at the moment.
it just sucks only having one friend, only having one person that calls you or wonders what you're doing. one is better than none, of course of course of course. but really, having no friends is getting really, really old. i just wish there was someone i could call who would be like, oh hell yeah i'll hang out with you.
it happens in my dreams sometimes, but we all know how those end.
regardless most people suck anyway, so maybe this is a hidden blessing.
sorry to post another whiny blog but i'm feeling a little self-deprecating at the moment.
it just sucks only having one friend, only having one person that calls you or wonders what you're doing. one is better than none, of course of course of course. but really, having no friends is getting really, really old. i just wish there was someone i could call who would be like, oh hell yeah i'll hang out with you.
it happens in my dreams sometimes, but we all know how those end.
regardless most people suck anyway, so maybe this is a hidden blessing.
isn't it weird
that it's March now?
Does anyone else wish that time could turn on its side and just wait for us to figure things out?
Life's tough get a helmet.
Does anyone else wish that time could turn on its side and just wait for us to figure things out?
Life's tough get a helmet.
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