. . . . . entries for 30.11.03 . . . . .
Hey. I got a haircut. Right now it's ridiculously perky-looking and kind of curled up at the ends, but in the morning I think it'll be slightly less out of character. ^.^
Oh yeah, and my favorite part of Thanksgiving was the Blue Man Group, namely the bit where they played White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane (one giant drug reference) on the pipes. That was great. ^.^ And I loved the teleprompters!
"I want to curate the fish. . ."
"I want to forget the fish. . ."
"I want to filet the fish. . ."
. . . . . entries for 28.11.03 . . . . .
Hey, I'm back. Ta da. Happy Black Friday. :)
. . . . . entries for 27.11.03 . . . . .
Hey y'all. Sorry for not blogging for ages. ^.^() I don't know exactly what possessed me, to tell you the truth.
Happy Thanksgiving. :) Gobble gobble. I'm going to Lexington today to see the folksies there. While in Lexington I'll also be seeing the Blue Man Group, because my aunt Liz is crazy and got an extra ticket for me. :) So that's cool. We're driving down an RPI student from China to see my uncle too. o.O It's beyond me why, since he's just a kid and my uncle is my crazy MIT prof uncle.
Cassie is also coming, which brings me much joy. :) Gus might come to see the Blue Man Group with us, too, which is *crazy.* I haven't seen Gus in years. Not that we're particularly close or anything, but it's just like. . . Gus.
What else. . .
Heheh. I have FFX-2. Heheheh. xD It's SO silly. You get a LONG time with a very free plot, you can go anywhere and do anything. . . and now I'm in this little supercondensed module of plot. And LOTS of battles. Good prizes, though. I'm gonna be a friggin' millionaire when I finish with this section of the game.
The class system is highly amusing, and it's funny how they're making Yuna try to be a bad girl. xD
I had a funny dream with Charlie in it! It was actually the night before last, but anyway, yeah, had this funny dream. . . I think it was supposed to be at Charlie's school, and I was at a messed up Olympics-like event being held there. I say this because there seemed to be Olympics-class hide-and-seek (I remember looking for Charlie. He was hiding in a corner under a bunch of stuff, and I knew he was there, but he wouldn't come out!) and Olympics-class, um, Charlie-chucking. I think it was from playing FFX-2 too much, because. . . he was in this bubble. Like the blitzball bubble in Luca.
Yeah. Told you. Messed up dream.
And I think that's it. I should be packing and things now. ^.^ Tschüs!
. . . . . entries for 21.11.03 . . . . .
I think I should change this blog pink. To match my browser, my buddy icon, and my font on AIM.
On AOL, nothing will change. ^.^() and a lot of the time I'll probably want to be on AOL. . .
well, whatever. ^.^
This is so cool! I finally got AIM to work, somehow or other, and now I have an awesome self-made buddy icon of the white mage sprite. iChat is totally cool. There are speech bubbles. SPEECH BUBBLES, DAMN IT.
:)
So yeah. All is peachy in the land of Erin right now. Heehee.
. . . . . entries for 19.11.03 . . . . .
Hum de dum dum dum baaaa-rum. Doing math homework. Factor, factor, cancel, bah, humbug. Yes indeed.
I don't know what to read now. Maybe I should actively read the Aeneid. Maybe I should read Ender's Game like Cassie wants me to. Maybe I should write the list of books I want for Christmas.
Give me Diamond Age!!!! o.O
I didn't wake up my dad today, so he didn't go to work. -.- But he didn't leave a note to wake him or anything. He could've had a doctor's appointment or something. Oh well.
Creepy message on cell phone from a wrong number. Creeeeepy.
Um. What else.
I disgraced one of the pseudo-geeks of the messiah's school. Or rather, I provided Dan with the material with which to do so. He got a big kick out of it. I'm proud of my geekishness. :)
Oh yeah! Anyone who feels like annoying the hell out of Matt Baxter, high-tail it right here.
. . . . . entries for 18.11.03 . . . . .
"If you said goodbye to me tonight,
There would still be music left to write,
What else could I do?
I'm so inspired by you,
That hasn't happened for the
Longest time. . .
Once I thought my innocence was gone,
Now I know that happiness goes on,
That's where you found me,
When you put your arms around me,
I haven't been there for the
Longest time. . ."
Your soul is bound to the White Rose: The
Pure.
"I've been waiting in the dark for a long
time, shining my beacon of hope through the
shadow. If you see me, don't you hide your
eyes from me."
The White Rose is associated with purity, honor,
and chastity. It is governed by the goddess
Artemis and its sign is The Cross, or Agape.
As a White Rose, you are a person of your word.
You may have a strong moral code, but
regardless of your virtue, you always stay true
to yourself. To you, love is the most pure of
emotional forms and it's just a matter of
waiting for it to bless you. Some people may
say you are too idealistic, but it's only
because you don't want to mess things up.
What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To?
brought to you by Quizilla
Wow. That's. . . interesting. I don't have a picture. Oh well.
White rose. . . hm.
Yeah! Elephaaaant!
Meteor showers tonight. Alarm set for 3:00. Whee, I'll be damned if I'm actually going to get up then. But hell. Maybe I will.
*yawn* Took a nap, anyway. Hopefully it'll help.
Damned Edith Hamilton. Grrr.
. . . . . entries for 16.11.03 . . . . .
I'm sleepy. I might take a brief nap before dinner and homework.
Went to Cohoes, got TOTALLY FRIGGIN' AWESOME pants and a pretty damned awesome shirt to go with them. :) You'll see them or hear more about them in the future.
Went to Eddie Bauer, got new winter coat and hat, which is very warm and toasty and melikes. :)
Went to a bunch of furniture stores and looked at sofas. Comfiness!
Discussed snow ball dresses with mother, who came up with the absolutely brilliant idea of a leather evening gown. If such a thing exists, I want to wear it. xD I'm thinking turtleneck, sleeveless, ankle-length, long slit down one side, chocolate brown. That's HOT.
And by hot, I mean totally cool.
. . . . . entries for 14.11.03 . . . . .
Damn it damn it damn it! OUT OF MARS!!!!
I NEED VOLUME NINE NOW! IT'S LIKE MY FUCKING SOAP OPERA FIX!!
o.o gods help me.
. . . . . entries for 12.11.03 . . . . .
I so totally have my Naughty Catholic Schoolgirl Day dress lined up. xD I'm going to run the possibility of moving it to this Friday tomorrow by the people, although that will provide very little notice. . . but otherwise it's gonna end up being on a gym day, which would suck.
It's so Naughty Catholic Schoolgirl, it kills! xD I don't know if the other thing will fit Shannon, but this is a little tight on me. o.O The other thing was tight around my hips, and let's just say it would definitely help to have a corset with this, but it works. Very sexy. Yeah. . . no. :P
Heheh. Yeah. . .
. . . . . entries for 11.11.03 . . . . .
not quite as scary as sexay Kuja.
holy shite, this is scary.
Damn it all! Ellen Foster's bad grammar is rubbing off! Rubbing off, I tell you!
I don't get it. A girl around my age is supposedly writing this. How can the grammar be *this bad?* Is she a moron? Does she fail to care?
Or does Mrs. Moore just have very low expectations of people our age, and it's really intended to be written by like, an eleven-year-old?
Yeah. . . that seems pretty damned likely to me. Nutty Mrs. Moore. . .
Natalie's blog has disappeared and reappeared again! The link should lead to the right place now.
. . . . . entries for 10.11.03 . . . . .
You know, I should start reading the public blogs. They look highly amusing.
I have tomorrow off. Which means sleep, and possibly beating LoD, but probably sleep. . . and cleaning my room, because Dad will make me.
Ugh.
Natalie and Shannon don't hate me. :) I hope Ashley doesn't hate me either. . .
. . . . . entries for 8.11.03 . . . . .
"An old man,
Turned 98,
He won the lottery,
And died the next day,
It's a black fly,
In your Chardonnay,
It's a death row pardon,
Two minutes too late,
And isn't it ironic. . .
Don't you think. . .
It's like rain,
On your wedding day,
It's a free ride,
When you've already paid,
It's the good advice,
That you just didn't take,
And who would've thought?
It figures. . .
Mr. Play it Safe,
Was afraid to fly,
He packed his suitcase,
And kissed his kids goodbye,
He waited his whole damned life,
To take that flight,
And as the plane crashed down
He thought
'Well, isn't this nice. . .'
And isn't it ironic. . .
Don't you think. . .
Traffic jam,
When you're already late,
A no smoking sign,
On your cigarette break,
It's like ten thousand spoons,
When all you need is a knife,
It's meeting the man of my dreams,
And then meeting his beautiful wife. . ."
I think Natalie, Ashley and Shannon hate me now. :(
Yes, I saw the lunar eclipse. I also saw a shooting star. And I made a wish. I don't think it'll ever come true, but I made a wish.
Okay, so yeah, low tonight's 17 degrees, and with windchill it's going to be extremely, OBSCENELY chilly. So guys coming over to watch the eclipse: If you read this in time. . . bring a sleeping bag. Or two. Or six.
I know exactly what I want for Christmas.
. . . . . entries for 7.11.03 . . . . .
Last winter:
"I built a snowman today!"
"I'm sure you did, dear."
"Of course, it was a mini snowman, and someone killed it, and I had to give it a snowman funeral. But it was fun while it lasted."
"Aw! That's so sad!"
"I could only find the bottom part. . . so I made a burial mound for it in the snow."
"That's SO sad. Poor snowman."
"Yeah. But it has gone to a better place, I suppose."
"Did the snowman have a name?"
"Yes it did. Its name was Greg." ~Charlie and I
The crew, or what bits of it care, is coming over tomorrow at sixish to watch the lunar eclipse. Woot. ^.^
My halogen lamp's bulb is dead. I need to replace it. Blearg.
Thank God for the weekend. Ugh. . . let me breathe.
. . . . . entries for 6.11.03 . . . . .
Fwoosh!
heheh. . . heh. . . alright.
. . . . . entries for 5.11.03 . . . . .
Hey Cas, whatever happened to your website? Not your blog, I mean your actual site, with all of the stuff on it. . . you know. Ethos, Pathos, Logos, Past, Present, Future, Constant. That. What happened to it?
Now, tell me. How AWESOME would it be if Charlie came to the Snow Ball!?
Good Old Fashioned Loverboy would make a very, very adorable duet. And really. Imagine what could be choreographed in the instrumental interludes. xD
My day wasn't so bad. Tonight I really haven't got that much to do as such, but really I *should* do stuff. . . you know nights like that. Annoying as hell. Maybe I'll spend my time trying to invent a good special circumstance allowing Charlie to visit. Any ideas?
I wonder what Mitchell thinks of his bracelet. I should ask him, should I see him online.
I wish there were more dances during the school year. Damn it all. ^.^() Suddenly I'm interested in the damned things and they don't happen anymore! What the hell, asks I! What the bloody hell!
. . . . . entries for 4.11.03 . . . . .
I have an essay to write tonight, too. Joyful, eh? Yeah. Thought so.
Check this out, it's freaking awesome.
I made a bracelet. It's got a few blue pointy beads, and some transparent white ones. It's very prettiful and kind of wintery. And it says, in glow-in-the-dark letters:
LOVERBOY
So I'm not really sure if I'm going to give it to Mitch in order to encourage him to go and grab himself a chick who's not me, or to Charlie whenever I see him next. We have determined that, YES, devoted fangirls, he will be coming to Nisky under some special circumstance of my invention. xD
So yeah, about Mitch. He asked me out today. Yeah. Great. Whatever. But shhhh! You didn't hear anything. Anyway the people who read my blog probably have no desire to spread this around. :P No one's ever asked me out before, and it kind of sucks. It's all like, emotional dilemma-ish. Blearg.
If I see Charlie again this evening I'll have to ask him what the words to Ichabod's part of that one song were. . . I remember vaguely, but not entirely, and they were very pretty. It was the musicbox trio bit.
I wonder if they're going to take mom's rap suggestion seriously? xD
. . . . . entries for 3.11.03 . . . . .
Damn it all. Tomorrow is going to be hell, but tonight is too sleepy to care.
You know, in the end, it's all about the Beatles. Maybe they're ancient, but they're good in their ancientness.
Mreh.
"In the middle of the night,
I go walking in my sleep,
Through the mountains of fame,
To the river so deep,
I must be looking for something,
Something sacred I lost,
But the river is wide,
And it's too hard to cross,
Even though I know the river is wide
I walk down every evening and stand on the shore
I try to cross to the opposite side
So I can finally find what I've been looking for. . ."
. . . . . entries for 2.11.03 . . . . .
"I bet you they won't play this song on the radio,
I bet you they won't play this new *bleep* song,
It's not that it's *buzz* or *honk honk* controversial,
Just that the *ping*ing words are awfully strong.
You can't say *honk!* on the radio,
Or *zap*,
Or *arrownoise*,
Or *scream*.
You can't even say I'd like to *rattle* you someday,
Unless you're a doctor with a very large *sprooiing*.
So I bet you they won't play this song on the radio,
I bet you they don't *record squeak*ing well program it.
I bet you the *cha-ching*ing old program directors. . . *trails off because um. . . yeah.*"
"There was a boy,
A very strange, enchanted boy,
They say he wandered very far,
Very far,
Over land and sea. . .
A little shy,
And sad of eye,
But very wise,
Was he. . .
And then one day,
One magic day,
He passed my way,
And while we spoke of many things,
Fools and kings,
This he said to me:
'The greatest thing
You'll ever learn
Is just to love
And be loved
In return. . .'"
So how did that crazy J-pop party go anyway?
Arrrrg, I have to do my homework, what the hell. -.- . . .
And ye gods, it's awful in Binghamton, you know. We have a "ding" in our Honda Pilot, which is brand new, from someone supposedly smashing a bottle on the left front wheel cover thing.
A very silly part of me, in spite of this, wouldn't mind staying there forever and ever, though.
You know. I wish I knew Finnish. And I wish that there were lyrics up somewhere on the net for Home, Sweet Home!
Hey, I didn't blog about going to Binghamton before I went to Binghamton at all, did I? Well, I'll tell you all now, if you didn't know - I went to Binghamton yesterday, got back today. Okay. So now you know.
I am prepared to be smacked. A lot.
Um, yeah, I went to Binghamton to see Charlie in Sleepy Hollow the musical. He was Ichabod. He made a great Ichabod, and maybe it's just my ears, but I think he had by far the best voice of any of the actors. Thinking back, he was similar to Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Caribbean. If anyone else had played the part, it just wouldn't have been the same at all.
It was particularly superb when he leapt into Brom's arms at the howling of "ghosts." You really had to be there. ^.^
And I stayed for the afterparty, and met a few of Charlie's D&D buddies. The afterparty was not at all as long as I would have liked it to be. Charlie's aforementioned D&D buddies stalked us through the hallways on the way to get his key from his locker. If I hadn't cut my nails so recently I would have happily maimed them.
(These people are why I am prepared to be smacked. A lot.)
And I would have stuck around longer today, but Charlie had to go to mass, and then get ready for his second appearance as Ichabod this afternoon. That should be just starting in about half an hour.
And damn it all, I've been thinking and thinking on the ride home, which extremely fitting song can I post the lyrics to? I haven't figured it out yet. I'll keep thinking on it.
Oh yeah. And before I went to Binghamton yesterday. . . heh. . . we had our painting party. The vast majority of my blog readers will already know all about *that.* But in case you're not a member of that majority, I'll tell you: Kochie, Kristen, Shannon, Katelyn, adn Linda were all over here at the same time. We were supposed to be painting my garage. Hardy har har.
In any case, we spent about as much time on the trampoline on top of one another as we did on the hill by my garage with paintbrushes in hand. A very fulfulling morning/early afternoon. I also got Shannon to talk to Charlie, albeit briefly, on the phone. She might have blogged on that. I doubt it, though.
Hrmm. . . songs.
come home?
.:people:.
{ting}
she looks like the real thing
{mari}
out and about
[kelsey]
THIS IS AMERICA
{yianni}
stop being depressed
{alisa}
other
[shannon]
close and far
{frank}
islands where no islands should go
[cassie]
eating knowledge
{colin}
my dm
[emily]
shoulder to the wheel
[brian]
nostalgic for fantasy
[nicole]
industry insider
{elle}
angry enviro
[matt]
never heard of miyazaki
[pirate dan]
are you reading this?
[olga]
distracted
[messiah dan]
messiah/believer
{max}
approach focus
[natalie]
wait a minute
[susan]
solitude
{greg}
manbeargreg
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