Kitten Champagne

2002-02-16T19:57:00.000-08:00

Oh, I need a drink.

A giant drink.

A giant drink with a straw and cute little umbrella. The drink of all drinks. The mother of all beverages. I want-want-want it.

Y'see, there have been difficulties as of late with the whole "hosting/website/sanity" issue. For instance, virtue.nu (no link for those bastards. So there.) changed owners unexpectedly, thus ridding me of all my pages -- temporarily. However, signing up under there plan would ensure that I'll have pop-up ads. And I refuse to backpeddle in the whole evolution thing. (This sounds like the mad ravings of one nerd pushed too far, but quite seriously, I was at Geocities for quite awhile and decided, quite rightly, that that was really no fun at all, and pop-up ads are, in effect, the devil.)

So here's the total tally so far:

No pop-up ads.
Need for big drink.

Are you following me so far, skippy (s) ?

Right.

I've already decided I need to get a domain -- so I'll be looking into that and giving myself a bigger headache setting it up. But, back to the current turn to alcoholism: When going to the blogger site, I instead got this site (why why why??) and indeed right-clicked once, which got me a "function disabled, blah blah blah, please don't do it again, blah blah blah I'm about to be a great big jerk" thing. (Not necessarily the exact wording. -- So, me being me, I right-clicked again. Then spent the next ten minutes attempting to rid myself of a never-ending number of those same boxes smugly telling me "I told you not to" or some such thing. Eventually, I was put out of my misery by the formerly hated "IE error" box, which closed down explorer and left me dancing. In the streets. All out street dancing.

This would bring the tally to:

No pop-up ads.
Need for drink.
Thisclose to stroke.
Hating Bradley.
Hating virtue.nu
Feeling a lot of hate.
Its sooooo not Woodstock '69 over here folks.

Its more like Woodstock '99. Things are waiting to be burned and Fred Durst is in the corner of my computer room just eggin' me on.

And thats why, I need a drink. I'm sure you'll all understand.

(Also, pitas.com doesn't seem to be posting again and isn't registering my design change, which I had to incorporate after broken image links started appearing everywhere on the 'blog. That's right. Feel my pain.)

2002-02-12T21:46:00.000-08:00

I like it how no one ever posts to this.

It makes the rare scribble seem like Christmas.

What? It doesn't? Its more like Secretary's Day?

Oh.

2002-01-08T11:44:00.000-08:00

And you dear blogger, you are what I shall be using to satiate my need to post any and all inane things that occur (or, for that matter, don't occur) in my sad, addictive little life. Pitas.com has been down FOREVER, leading me to contemplate PROTEST in its most VIOLENT form.

Which, for me, would consist of pinching and perhaps a little hair pulling -- but only if things got really bad. After that, I might even have to contemplate a bitch slap.

I haven't posted for awhile. In forever. I've evolved between now and the last time I posted. My forehead no longer portrudes as much as it used to. Seriously. And that horrific slouching problem? Oh no. Plus, I'm apparently psychic:

Mel and I went to Wendy's. Hick restaurant of the North. We pulled in with Mel's tiny Acura and felt entirely dwarfed next to the massive pick up trucks and hundreds of children running out of them wearing shoeboxes for shoes. Or, something like that. Anyway, there we were in the restaurant, eating things that previously were not supposed to be eaten, owing to what may or may not have been a pact of no fast food. When I looked up at Dave Thomas, owner of Wendy's and thought aloud: "Y'know, I bet he's going to die soon." Then, I also said some colourful other stuff about what I supposed to be his sordid past -- which I feel bad for because now he's dead -- which really is quite sad. Anyway, having heard nothing about his battle with cancer, I thought the aftermath of my comment was rather odd.

So obviously, I'm going to adopt a Jamaican accent and incorporate "Baby girl" into everything I say.

2002-01-05T14:19:00.000-08:00

Anybody specifically from Solardragon -- the server's being an absolute TOAD, so if you go there and things are screwy and multi-posting abounds.... that's why.

2001-12-22T11:18:00.000-08:00

Merry Christmas guys!!

Gen, I specifically thought you'd enjoy this: "I'm not married any more but, to be frank, there's no room for a woman. Gnomes have become my life," he said.

Original link via Opine Bovine.

2001-12-09T15:30:00.000-08:00

Go here: www.thegreatillusion.com
It's the internet manifestation of divine squiffinocity. No more need be said.
(I don't know how to incoporate links into posts as words like my uber-geek cousin does, as I'm completely computer illiterate. Sorry. ;)

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Added by the Uber-Geek Cousin: The Great Illusion

2001-12-09T10:35:00.000-08:00

I stayed up until past 2 AM last night updating my wishlist as ordered, O Slave Driver. :p It now contains around 30 items; I couldn't think of anything else I could possibly add. Even some of the items on there are a bit of a stretch. *G* I'd stay away from the items with the least number of stars...

And AGH! Remember my chekmail account? Well, I logged into it last night and EVERYTHING was gone! Every last email, draft and sent-mail has VANISHED! And it was the email address I'd used for my university application, too, dammit! I had important information in that account! ::screams:: There's absolutely NOTING LEFT! Even the folders I'd made are gone -- the only one left is Inbox, which is, of course, empty. Where on Friday I'd been using up 77% of my space with over 200 emails in various folders, I'm now using 0% of my space with 0 emails and one empty folder! ::is freaking out::

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2001-11-28T16:47:00.000-08:00

I don't want to rewrite what I just wrote -- although I do suppose I could just copy and paste.. but looklooklook at what I just bought online. (cue wondrous, frightening squeals of excitement -- and yes, Gen, I do know that sentence warrants much chastising of me and my scary, scary exclamations) and, also, Gen, don't worry. You can click on that link. There is no frightening, parent-wrath-making (I create words. Because I'm imaginative. Not stupid. Imaginative) porn found on that website. At least, not that I'm aware of. Its my blog about my selfishness. So you can go and see at the wonderful Christmas-oriented things I just bought. Which I'm not sharing.

So hah.

And, uhm, by the way, did Tan drop off the face of the earth or something?? OH! And I'm going to finish that new layout soon, so you guys have to see it. It features those scary Christmas devils that come only around the holidays: SPACE ELVES. So, anyway, Tan, post something.

Or I vill keel you. Haha. Not really.

2001-11-17T20:00:00.000-08:00

Just some notes on some stuff:

- Try a Greek Mythology Quiz. I scored 8/10, but the blasted thing wouldn't give me the correct answers until I tried the answers again and resubmitted.

- The Gnome Liberation Front. Vive la resistance! (original link via /usr/bin/girl)

- I posted this at solardragon a couple of weeks ago, but I thought I'd post it here too -- its a rather addicting game of mash. Apparently, Jet Li is going to be my love thang and I'm going to be that historian chick on biography. I think that the conversation would go like this:

Biography Guy : Sho, Sharah, how do you feel about the fall of anshient shivilizationsh?
Me, as a Biography Historian : I think their great! The biography, being on, uhm, =insert interesting ancient civilization personality here= indicates..that..*ahem*... there are a lot of... *cough*.. peacocks.. in the southern area of that.. Pot area.. Mosop? Mesop? It has pot in it.. tamia? Something like that.. *hack*.. you know what? I left my keys in the car.. I'll be right back...

And then in the distance you'd hear me start my car and hurriedly drive off.

2001-11-12T19:25:00.000-08:00

Frightening?? Dear cousine, have you not seen THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW?!?!? Tim Curry as a transexual singing musicals in a haunted castle. There is nothing scary about that. Nope. Anyway, that quote was from that movie, which I tend to watch every Halloween... possibly because its so scary in a multitude of ways.

Haha.. that Suvi. Suuuuuuuuch a pervert. ;p

And BTW, I was beginning to think this blog was exclusively mine.. heh.. no posts by you forever. And I think Tanya was eaten by college.

GOSSAMER FLAMESPIDER?!? How lovely. BRINGER OF HEAT AND PASSION??!? Are you sure he isn't a character on 'Passions'? Nicknamed 'Goss' for short?? And an insect grotto? I'm afraid the only mental image I have is of a Bug Ghetto. Maybe some driveby webbings. Peapod Basketball. Massive cannibalistic frenzies of insect-eating...

2001-11-12T17:28:00.000-08:00

WTF? That last post was extremely frightening, Sar. Don't ever ever do that again. I mean it. ::shudders convulsively::

And are you saying that Suvi's an online pervert? Behind her back? When she's not even around to prove just how right you are? For shame!

BTW, for that fairy-name thing...

Name: Hazel Silverwand

Behaviour: A protector from evil demons and a poisoner of werewolves.

Seen: Only when the seer holds a four-leafed clover.

Habitat: Where bracken and curling ferns grow.

Well, I like my habitat, at least...
LOL My boyfriend is apparently "Gossamer Flamespider."

Behaviour: A fire lighter and bringer of heat and passion.

(::rolling on floor laughing::)

Seen: Only when the dry seed cases pop.

Habitat: In spiderwebbed wonderlands and insect grottos.

Charming, n'est-ce pas? ;)

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2001-10-31T20:03:00.000-08:00

So.... are any of you sweet transvestites from transexual Transylvania, perchance?

2001-10-27T19:03:00.000-07:00

Soooooo.. I don't believe my party was quite a testimony to dorkiness, right?

Although, the chip dip *was* good ...

2001-10-25T16:50:00.000-07:00

Also; on a side note; those of you who think my party is going to be a testimony to the condition of the current dork scene (eg; its going to suck, and there'll be a high probability of us serving fat free homemade chip dip made by my mom), please raise your hand.

I think its not disloyal for me to be raising my hand, too...

2001-10-25T16:45:00.000-07:00

Its really stormy -- and I'm completely alone -- and its so dark outside and I've just told my current situation to thousands (heh) of online perverts. (Suvi). There is only one thing I can do:

Dance like a blinkin' idiot.

2001-10-24T22:40:00.000-07:00

I'm posting again. What is with me posting?? AGAIN??? Someone should just take away my computer. Of course, then I'd have give them the aforementioned "beating of their life"... but y'know. Anyway, I should be going to sleep right now -- although I *do* have to complete that pesky English firm proposal for Orwell's 'Animal Farm' ... but I thought you guys might be interested in this: Fairy Names. Thats right. This still means I'm cool and intelligent and informed, you know. Really.

My fairy name is Feather Silverweb. Behaviour: A protector from evil demons and a poisoner of werewolves. {Beware -- I am the fairy/werewolf-killer equivalent of Buffy.} Seen When:
Only in the mist of an early morning. {I'd have to laugh really hard at this point. Because thats the time I'm more likely to be drooling into my pillow in a half-comatose slumber, dreaming about zombies and Bruce Willis.} Habitat:
In high places where the clouds meet the earth. {SNORT. As if I'd be able to climb that high. I can barely get my ass up four flights of stairs without chest pains and multiple aneurysms.}

2001-10-24T20:06:00.000-07:00

I'm about ready to fall face first into my keyboard. And because my head is so abnormally large; I'm guessing it wouldn't be such a good thing. I added a cast section -- if you guys look up at the very top. There's a really bad picture on it of me. So, I'm expecting all of you to point and laugh, expel your ridicule, and then prepare for the beating of your life!! hahaha!! *flails hands wildly* .. stop laughing Gen.. I said stop it.. heh.. I could fight if I wanted to. And perhaps if I had more upper body strength. And uhm, lower body strength too. And maybe some big brass knuckles and the will to cheat. Yes. Then you'd be sorry. Then you'd both be sorry.

Thats right... *nods* Oh yeahhh.... *cough*..

2001-10-24T16:32:00.000-07:00

I really needed a change. How 'bout you guys? I know its another template -- but I thought this was more interesting at any rate. I was getting incredibly sick of the blue / yellow thing going on. I'll fix the rest of this up later.. but for now.. I MUST SHOP. *dons shopping gear*.. be back later..

2001-10-20T06:29:00.000-07:00

I'm posting. Posting Posting Posting. Cos I'm half-asleep, bored & and uhm dotdotdot. Plus I figured these people *waves hand in Tan and Gen's general direction* only seem to post if I leave threatening messages in their mailbox, or spray paint their garage doors with derrogative comments. *Ahem* Or, I mean.. if the.. "Black Widow", that bastard, leaves threatening messages in their mailbox and spray paints their garage doors with derrogative comments. Some day we'll catch him/her. Someday.. *shakes fist in air figuratively* Damn. I'm going to bed. {In order to be prepared for any ridicule that shall come thanks to this stupid, stupid entry.} g'niii--morning. (Aside; the time is totally screwed up on this horrid thing. I should probably fix that.)

2001-10-14T22:48:00.000-07:00

I'm sorry guys, but after getting this from here;, and after pitas.com was being a most unruly page; allowing me not to post at solardragon, I was forced to throw caution to the wind and discover my true heritage. I can now accept that I am Poobah of The Surf Guitar, Perky-L'il Sarah Isabel Sovereign. *Sniff*. Acceptance is a truly wonderful thing, yes? (Although I rather would have been a Grand Poobah, or perhaps a Baronness, or Contessa. And in fact, upon further investigation, I may also be, Fuhrerin-In-Training of The... Slow... Talkers... of... America..., Sarah Isabel Sovereign. So...go....me..) ....Nonono, this =isn't= and insert at all. Just carry on, nod, and get out your party favours like a good, ignorant human.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY GEN! Oh yes. I posted this sooooo long ago, in preparation of the day.. heh heh ...

2001-10-14T22:19:00.000-07:00

Posting as I was told to do.... I completely can't sleep. (As opposed to being half-able to sleep, I guess.) There isn't much I can actually think of to post.. only to say that if any of you have the craving to read one of the following books, I seriously suggest you reconsider: 1) The Vision by Dean Koontz. The ending was a disturbing & predictable bit of repetitive literature. 2) The Manse by Lisa W. Cantrell. The ending was slightly surprising, but also left me incredibly perturbed. It was one of those novels that never seem to finish, or at least I thought so. Kind of like how 'The Stone Angel' by Margaret Laurence seemed to end in a cliffhanger; as if there were a commercial break of some sort coming up. Anyway, those were the last two books I read. And I was quite disappointed. I've been struggling my way through the Great Gatsby by Fitzgerald for awhile, but I don't like it. But then again, I'm probably being an ignoramus of some sort. (However, the book does seem to be one of those novels that fits a generation, but doesn't apply so well to following generations.) And on a non-literal note (and to jump from subject to subject to subject as I'm so apt to do..) my Halloween party is coming soon. And you're all invited. Accept you. *Points* Oh yes. You know who you are. *Glares*... Bastard..

2001-10-09T22:20:00.000-07:00

The picture of me on this blog is atrocious. Am I the only one noticing what looks to be a lazy eye?? Ay-yi-yi. Let me repeat: atrocious. Also, I just took the garbage out. Is it really really cowardly to be nearly scared to death of a fogged up car and a dark silent street? I mean; afterall, this is the neighboured that the horticulture gang terrorizes. (eg; the psycho who stole my garden shears and smashed in all the windows on my ugly car.) I tried to find the link in some of my archives, but instead I got completely absorbed in reading what amounts to about two years of my life typed out into cyberspace for the entire world to see. Including my most embarrassing moment. Ergh. Actually, I realized I'm a really juvenile, sarcastic, lame person. Who went through a really weird phase where the Coconut song by Harry Nillson was stuck on repeat. (Although, I must reiterate, as much as I can see you shrunk back, terrified and ashamed at your computer Gen, the Coconut Song is still rather good. So shuddup. :) )

2001-10-07T16:06:00.000-07:00

OH.. and the setting up with the best friend of your boyfriend?? Nononono. I'm afraid I'm destined to become a fat old maid toiling away on my computer for all eternity with a thousand and one cats. But I have to go now. My parents are seizuring in the kitchen.. its Thanksgiving and they both lost about seven gajillion brain cells preparing the gravy alone. By the time they reached the potatoes they had no idea how to mash them. Instead, they hurled them at each other and hoped the desired effect would occur. Or something. Whatever it was, this post proves I've also lost about seven gajillion brain cells too.

2001-10-07T16:03:00.000-07:00

Wow. Someone went a little post crazy, hey? Weeks and weeks and weeks of just me posting looking like an obsessive blogger, and suddenly 3; THREE posts by you, dear cuz. What? Did you have a spasm or something? Did your finger on your mouse just continually hit "post" without you having any way to stop it? ;p I still don't quite have the needed energy to tackle this stupid blogger thing. School has completely drained me of any and all intelligent reasoning and/or thought, thus the pointlessness of this post. All my creativity and original thought was sucked out like a Sinclair-Ross-driven-vaccuum, and placed into scores and scores of questions and essays based on horrid Canadian short stories about NOTHING. Oh, and that ...levi thing {Levitation Maximus thing?} .. right. Well, I don't really care. So there. ;p I'll see whats up with it though. Did you try pressing 'refresh' continually? It might not have helped, but as a placebo until I find the real answer...

2001-10-07T13:05:00.000-07:00

Ooo! Ooo! And another thing: aforementioned bf has just pointed out something vastly amusing, and I don't know whether you did it on purpose or not, Tan. *G* He went to the virtual-x link thingy on the right, and noticed how your renaming of the "reset" button on your "contact" form made it look like people could either fill it out as an application to f*** you or use it to send you comments about the site. *rolling on floor giggling* You never know, you could have thousands of internet weirds baffled at this very moment, repeatedly pressing the "reset" button only to have their applications erased! (Gotta love the perverted minds of young men, no cierto? ;)

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2001-10-07T12:20:00.000-07:00

BTW, I frequently have trouble loading your sites, cuzz-o. For instance at your monkeybean/levi thing, I only get the background (the brown with swirls on it) and NOTHING ELSE AT ALL. ;( Yes, I have a shitty computer, but that's still no escuse! *G*

2001-10-07T12:13:00.000-07:00

Actually the bf, who thinks you have mucho talent, was quite surprised at the... shall we say "austerity"?... of this site. Then I explained to him that you'd had trouble implementing the design you originally wanted and that in a fit of pique you put this one up instead. ;) THEN we got into an extremely lengthy and verbose discussion about how we should set you up with his best friend, who is the web designer I told you about. *BG* It was most amusing. ;D

2001-10-06T22:27:00.000-07:00

Am I the only one who hates this current design?? I want a blogger template of my own, goddamnit!!! I had a design for K.C. before.. (am I the only one now thinking of Kentucky Fried Chicken?) only I was too distracted with other stuff to actually figure out how to mesh it with the blogger code .. thus, the template now. Blah.

2001-10-02T16:13:00.000-07:00

Yes, well I suggest you do duck, Genny, dear...

Because of my pledge to not blog until you people came to your senses and took a much needed interest in your computer, sitting more frequently on your ass and living in your respective basements and/or computer areas like I, I had to resort to watching the Star Trek : The Next Generation Marathon.

For fourteen hours.

2001-09-26T13:54:00.000-07:00

*is confused*
But scuzz-o... AREN'T you a blog obsessed fr--?
Ahem. *cough, cough*

*ducks*

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2001-09-26T10:05:00.000-07:00

Thats it, guys. I'm not posting until you guys *glares in Gen and Tan's direction* post, cos basically, I look like a blog-obsessed freak. So there.

Damn straight.

2001-09-20T09:43:00.000-07:00

Woohoo!! Job Interview Saturday!!! I rock;p.. well, not really.. but nonetheless, I'm gonna bat my eyelashes, don a halter top and get me a job.

2001-09-18T11:08:00.000-07:00

Y'know what guys?? Its incredibly scary, but I have a big craving to listen to some Celine Dion.
Is there a help line for this sort of of twisted urge?

2001-09-16T21:41:00.000-07:00

*glances around* ... hello??? Guys..???

2001-09-12T13:32:00.000-07:00

2001-09-11T22:29:00.000-07:00

Guys, this is.. awful. I have no other words, really, to express how I feel about what happened today. Shock, numbness, fear, sadness -- no one deserved to die the way these people did. No one.

=insert good name here= says:
i dunno tho, hearing this stuff makes me remember how thankful i am to have my family all safe and shit.. and i just want to go and hug everyone i know

RoXyQuIkSiLvEr says:
omg i know!..i was like heyyy,..i love u guys an i havent told u that in soo long!

2001-09-08T17:51:00.000-07:00

Hey guys --- I need your help desperately badly. There's this newspaper guy who wants to publish some of my poetry, and in between contemplating possible aliases/pen name handles, I have to find some poem thats even worthy of publication -- something that I'm kind of thinking is impossible right now cos all my poems are complete shit. Damn you shitty poems!! DAMN YOU!!! grrrr.

Anyway, here's the one my dad likes, be harsh and uhm, correct, when you tell me what you think, k???

Snake Smoke
Sarah Sovereign

Like a suffocating peel,
The blanket enticed me and wrapped itself around me,
A boa, made of heavy cloth.

The moon was a dollar,
Round and greed-inspired,
The stars, envious reflections,
Flashing sparks of carbonite.

I would take up smoking, I thought,
Just to watch these stars at night,
And have excuse.

I held the snake closer,
And breathed.

Cigarettes trailed the wind,
Tendrils of wanton nicotine,
Crawling and crying and simpering;
They begged for consumption.

I was strangling myself,
Slowly dying wrapped in cotton,
And I could not watch and not partake,
In the slim beauty, in the long and slender stick.

I breathed in once, I inhaled, I held it between my fingers,
I justified my puff with thoughts of stress and reward,
I said one more with no conviction and I,
Watched the stars through the hazy, sweet smoke.

Wrapped in the blanket, my flame indulged pyre,
Embracing that which held me,
I breathed in hard, and exulted,
As my lungs turned black and died.

2001-09-07T12:11:00.000-07:00

Yuck. I feel like a grease collective. And this goddamn chair is broken. Grrrr.. I think I've successfully, recently, broken every single solitary chair in my house. I'm down to a small antique wooden one and a stool.

Plus, I have no speakers, cos Brad took them. Plus he took my mouse, leaving me with the horrid, unworking one. Damnit.

Anyway, I have no idea =still= what book I'm doing for my research paper in English. I'd like to do something relatively interesting if at all possible, but quite frankly, I'm not holding my breath. Grade Eleven, I did Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier, which was pretty fascinating & suspenseful, but still not quite the best book I'd ever read (plus finding secondary source criticisms on it was an absolute bee-yotch, to use my 2001 slang terminology). And last year I read Not Wanted On The Voyage which was one of my most favourite books of all time, however blasphemous it may be. I haven't read anything else by Findley, but currently, he's kind of a literary genius, to me. I swear to God tho, I better not find him writing, or having written, any sort of Canadian-hard-work-prairie crap. Think Sinclair Ross in the Lamp At Noon. Ugh. You agree with me, eh Gen?? Horrid, horrid man that Ross.

Plus I'm so jealous cos Gen has my favourtist teacher and I don't. Blah to you, Gen. BLAH!

And also Tanya's being recognized for her programming prowess, whilst I'm still stuck drawing pictures of myself and answering in point form to questions about me and how I feel about myself. Soooooo jealous. ;p

2001-09-06T09:38:00.000-07:00

So...very...tired.. *collapse*

2001-09-05T17:10:00.000-07:00

Hey guys!! Hide the silverware!! Cos I'm back and stuff ;p Brad's such a bastard, but by acting semi-retarded on the phone I managed to avert getting complete cable internet termination. And, Gen, *Ahem* if you notice, because of legal issues and ensuing court battles, I have removed the site slogan you so disagreed with before. However, this is no admission of guilt, you nut. ;p I'll post more once I get down from this Internet high. (So very very much to do.. *drool*)

2001-08-31T09:29:00.000-07:00

Damnit, guys, I got much, horribly, terribly disconnected from my Internet. So severe was this disconnection that I'm using Mel's computer. This bites. So you all must phone me.... uhm....nnnn...NOW:)

2001-08-30T18:20:00.000-07:00

BTW, I hope you had a squiffilicious time on your trip, Tan!
And Sarah: I'm still considering suing for trademark infringement regarding your unlawful and uncalled-for modification of my clearly patented term "Squiffy," and all terms based there-around. I might, however, consider settling this out of court for the extremely generous recompense of your surrendering all bottles of iced tea on the premises when next I visit your house (minimum: 1). Have your people call my people.

2001-08-30T18:08:00.000-07:00

The stairs are pretty much in the middle of the building. It's kinda hard to miss them. ;) lol I probs know the lay of the college better than thou, my mother's taken so many courses there. And now she's started taking nursing at the university and I'm her designated chauffeuse now that I've got my G2.
Envy me. <--sarcasm
Anyway, I went to Churchill today to see why I hadn't gotten aforementioned horario de escuela yet (aka: school timetable). Apparently, OACs don't get theirs until the first day of school. How facked up is that? Bloody highschool bureaucrats... *grumbles*
;)
Cuzzie -- do you know what time we're supposed to be there on Tuesday? Genius that I am, I forgot to ask when I was there...

2001-08-28T20:34:00.000-07:00

Sorry about that. I forgot to post last night cause I was too caught up chatting with peeps in ICQ till 1 a.m :P Tommorow is early registration for College. I'm sorta scared in a way cause I don't know my way around the college. I don't wanna walk around like a dweeb with my college handbook asking people for directions to the staircase. Atleast on the first day of school it wouldn't be as bad cause you just follow everyone else. But my parents insisted that I go early so they can get all the books, and software crap before hand. Do you know where I can get a copy of Adobe Illustrator 9 and Photoshop 6? It's a requirement for the course and I've been looking all over the internet for a warez copy and haven't had any luck. Every warez site I go to seems to have a broken link whenever I click to download Photoshop and Illustrator. Damn...

2001-08-28T18:29:00.000-07:00

*shudders* Sometimes you slightly frighten me, Scuzz-o.... ;p
*waves to Ivan*
*pauses, wondering if Ivan actually exists or is a figment of pyra's vindictive imagination*
*desists waving*
*contemplates*
¡Un bocadillo de jamon y queso, por favor!

2001-08-28T12:09:00.000-07:00

Here's what I love about spanish, guys: speaking it makes you sound like a great spanish lover. Not that I am, but ...;p

2001-08-27T13:47:00.000-07:00

I'm waiting for Mel to come right now; we're probably going to go shopping or something like that. We also have this huge family dinner with my aunts, uncle and cousins at around five, but hopefully Mel comes soon, so we can just skip it or something. My aunt, y'see, made some mention of adding tomatoes, mushrooms, and sauce to something, and that particular thought does not do anything for my hunger.

I woke up ridiculously late today too -- 2:00 if you can believe it. I'm such a sloth, guys. Lazy, lazy, lazy. I had the weirdest dream though -- I dreamt that my jaw was swelling up to abnormal size, and I got warts and moles all over my cheek, that started to sprout long, angry, disgusting black hairs. It kept swelling and swelling, and suddenly, I noticed that a hard plastic arm was coming out of one side. My mom explained to me that whatever I had last eaten, was obviously coming up and trying to escape through the wrong way. Eventually, we went to the doctor, and got it deswelled, and all the warts and other gross things removed, but as soon as we left, it started swelling up again. It was pretty nightmarish, but really rather weird.

According to my 'The Complete Dream Dictionary' by Pamela Ball, my dream suggests that:
Jaw: "The jaw depicts our way of expressing ourselves. Spiritually, it is also thought to signify the opening of the underworld." Riiiiiight. Ok, well, I can't really find anything else about my dream to translate it .. at least in the dictionary. Damnit. By the way, I also had this weird dream that I was Sarah from that movie the Labyrinth, and David Bowie forced me to live with him in his Goblin Castle. That, my friends, was more of a nightmare then the jaw thing.

2001-08-26T22:10:00.000-07:00

Taaaaaaaaaaan!! You're baaaaaack!! hehe.. finally!! Argh, I've been bored to absolute tears. lol.. no comprende.. espanol?? eesh.. neither can I really. I can read it fairly okay, but I can't remember exactly how to speak it. Damnit Gen. ;p You've exposed my terrible bilingual skills for all the Internet to see.

2001-08-26T17:52:00.000-07:00

Whats with all the french or spanish or whatever it is? More english please...I can't understand what you two are writing :P Yea, so I'm back from Minnesota now. And no, I didn't spend away my retirement fund. I got escorted out by a couple of guards instead. Which was good in a way cause more spending money for me =)

Looks like my domain may be suspended for a bit. My dad got a email saying that our payment is overdue and they'll suspend it if they don't recieve the money soon (which we can't help because we haven't even recieved a invoice yet stating the payment due and a address to their company). So um...yea, if you can't post to my blog, you know why.

2001-08-25T11:36:00.000-07:00

¡Por supuesto! Puedo hablar español en vez de francés, mi Scuzzia. ¿Qué pienses? ;p
¿Recibiste tu horario de escuela todavía? Pienso que no, pero estoy muy impaciente para el mío... (Que gramática terrible, no cierto? ;)

2001-08-24T23:23:00.000-07:00

Upon further playing, my new score is 29 seconds. I swear to God I never read those magazines.. uhhm, much anyways. Besides, its impossible to watch television anyway without hearing about some sort of boy band. Its impossilby annoying. A N N O Y I N G. k, well, g'nite again ;p

2001-08-24T23:16:00.000-07:00

I just found the most very addicting boy band-related game ever. No, really. I can't resist its boyish charm, down home good looks, or keen dancing style. (In fact, you could say its gyrating hips make me swoon. Or at least, perhaps they would, had the game hips to gyrate.) My fastest time was 30 seconds. If you can beat me, you win nothing. But try and anyway. If you get it faster then 30 seconds, m'dear, you can aptly and truly be accused of reading the likes of Tiger Beat, Teen Beat, and Bop. Uhm, and of course, I know the names of these fine magazines because I was around when Melissa and Sarah went through their Jonathan Taylor Thomas phase. ("OMG, its JTT! And he's going to be Huckleberry Finn!!") I, being much to cool for pages telling me that Andrew Keegan was gorgeous, when I knew myself that this was an out and out lie, never bought'em. Thus, Sarah and Melissa, thought I was a lesbian. This was all cleared up, a few years later (haha) when I developed my obsession and subsequent shrine to the guy who played Dracula in 'Dracula 2000'. *drool*. How did I even get onto the subject of my accused lesbo-ness? Blah. Go play the game guys. I gotta go get ready for tomorrow. G'nite.

2001-08-24T14:14:00.000-07:00

Sure, sure gen, lets just talk in French so that scuzzie can't understand. That was your plan all along wasn't it? *glares* Perhaps, if I had paid attention during french class, instead of drawing, or speaking english, or printing french speeches off the internet that I didn't write and getting french awards for them, I would've passed and have been able to read what you just wrote. Damnit. And I'm glad you think the site is joli. And I'm fine. And Tanya can't say how well she is, cos she's gambling away her retirement fund. Not that she, like me, has a job to retire from, but everyone should have something to fall back on, n'est-ce pas?

2001-08-24T11:21:00.000-07:00

Bonjour! Comment ça va, ma Scuzzie cousine et Tanyaia!? Choses vont bien avec moi, merci beaucoup. Quel site joli, n'est-ce pas?

2001-08-23T20:01:00.000-07:00

Continually, I'm trying to fix up this site.. but so far.. MEH. Does it look better?? No?? Screw you, you bastard! haha. Just joking. *glares* .. later.. Gawd, I'm good. :)

2001-08-23T19:52:00.000-07:00

My first ideas for 'Kitten Champagne', graphics wise (among other programs), which was first going to be called 'Medicated Butterflies'.. are other choices consisted of: 'Robotic Galaxy', 'Superficial Paranoid', and 'Aortic Stampede'.

2001-08-23T18:41:00.000-07:00

Ok, guys.. its not entirely perfect, and one *can* only really tolerate so much blue, as nice as it is. But I think that finally, finally, finally I've managed to possibly get it to work. Tanya's better at all the technical jargon anyway -- I mostly just like to design it, and then mutter to myself in a fake czechoslavakian accent when things don't quite go my way. Well, you'll notice Tan posting {once she gets back from vacation, the bastard. :) just joking tan ;p) (Altho, its still all unfair cos I'm stuck here bored out of my skull and she's gambling away her college fund. Some people have all the luck. damnit.) Gen'll post soon enough I'm sure, as we, being related as we are, seem to have some shared gene in our family which leaves us inside, glued to either computer, book, or at least in my case for sure, any sort of film or cinematic screen. Which reminds me, I bought the 'Labryinth' today. David Bowie in tights can be scary, yet some how, suspiciously enthralling.

2001-08-23T18:30:00.000-07:00

Bevore attacking and consumink ze computer, eet ees eemportant to keep your viles on a backup, yes?

2001-08-23T18:03:00.000-07:00

So, vee try eet again... eef eet does not vork, I attack ze computer.