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Go Drink Some Tea Whore... Submitted by Sexy Biatchhhh

Remember the book 'Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus?' Well, here's a prime example offered by an English professor at Penn.

"Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story.

The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. One of you will then write the first paragraph of a short story. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth. Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking and anything you wish to say must be written on the paper. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached."

The following was actually turned in by two of my English students:

Rebecca -last name deleted, and Gary - last name deleted.

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STORY:

(First paragraph by Rebecca)

At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile.
But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.

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(Second paragraph by Gary)

Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17, he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off, a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.

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(Rebecca)

He bumped his head and died almost immediately but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her.
"Why must one lose one^s innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.

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(Gary)

Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live.
Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret Mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table.
"We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"

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(Rebecca)

This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.

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(Gary)

Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F*CKING TEA??? Oh no, I'm such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels."

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(Rebecca)

Asshole.

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(Gary)

Bitch.

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(Rebecca)

Wanker.

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(Gary)

Slut.

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(Rebecca)

Get fucked.

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(Gary)

Eat shit.

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(Rebecca)

FUCK YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!!

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(Gary)

Go drink some tea - whore.

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(Teacher)

A+ - I really liked this one.

how to you erase lj friends.

paul and i just had a fight. and we dont.

'cause i invited arielle to our shindig, and i had already invited him and he thinks he would be uncomfortable for him. + assumes youre going to get drunk and make out with some guy (and i DEFENDED YOUR HONOR by god. even if you wanted to do that, fuck him.)

i said i would have mentioned it to him first but that i didnt expect him to come anyway.

blah blah, then you won't be dissapointed because im not there and you dont even care.


OR, because i invite you to shit all the time and you can never do anything because of that stupid record label shit youre running which takes up all of your time and i LIKE YOU (except when you act like an idiot) and i didnt want to do the thing i always do which is get my hopes up about shit and it was just easier to assume you werent coming.


you big idiot.





fuck. i hate oblivious stupid boys. still waiting on a call from tweed jacket, but, like i said.... im a sucker for getting my hopes up.

i hate when people dont leave messages!

usually my random anonymous missed calls are from people at plaza trying to get a shift covered. but i had one yesterday and one today from the same number, and i was just looking at it RIGHT NOW when the phone rang in my hands and they were calling for the second time today. i picked it up but i dont know if the phone messed up or what, because there was some silence sorta crackling and it hung up.


fuck. that annoys me. and i dont have a plaza phone list to find this person and yell at them personally.




im not doing so well in school right now. that midterm i swear i aced for phil i got a C- on, the paper i just turned in for that easy poli class i got a C on. boooo. so im getting off lj now to spend the next 4.5 hours doing hw until polo.

i suddenly remembered that i hadnt checked so i frantically got up and looked in my mirror and I HAVE HICKEYS. shiiiit im going to plaza in like an hour


they're no michelle's-giant-bruises-hickeys. but they're definetly there.


hooraaaaaay makeup

soooo yesterday evenin' kurt came to pick me up for the party going on w/ Charles & his roomates, charles whom i've hung out with a couple times before and the other roomates i only met once when they had a party and dustin was living there but dustin's such a douchebag. ok. any questions?

it was a Hollywood themed costume party, so kurt was (supposedly) james dean and i didnt really know what to do so i just wore the polka dots and fishnets and this little black cardigan and had my hair pinned back into sort of a half-thing and red red lipstick, sort of going for the classic look i guess. that dress just NEVER DIES, and im sad i dont have a camera and nancy's exploded cause i would have liked to share sweet sweet pictures with you. ah, pues.

so we went to pick up a pack of cigarretes primarily for kurt to roll in the sleeve of his costume, but also because we both like to have an occasional cigarette when we've been drinking. then made our way to the parrrttyy.



we were a bit early and, like i said, dont really know anyone except kurt and charles a little bit, sooo i hung out a bit being my awkward self. milled around with my cranberry+vodka, tried to chat with a couple people, to limited success. then suddenly bobby and nicole and erika and flo were there! YAAAAAAAAAAY for knowing people! that's about when things started getting fun, cause i had people to dance with (a little, anyway), and ladies to drink with. hoorah. and it wasn't long before their place was SO. FUCKING. PACKED. these boys live in a rather big house, and there was NO space in the kitchen or living room OR garage w pool table OR IN THE BACKYARD. wtf? it was like moving through that sea at cchs. i guess that reference is just for arielle.

so we ended up hanging out in the garage a while and i talked to sooooo many people, that ive had classes with or play polo or whatever, i guess it helps to be at a party where, you know, most everyone is in YOUR year. huh. then i started chatting with some random guy playing pool because he had a Bane sweatshirt on, but ended up talking a lot more to his adorable friend in the tweed jacket and big sunglasses. not only a cutie, but i reserve adorable more for sense of humor and nice and such too. so we talked for a while and then i went with nicole and erika to have another shot, which was more like me talking to some guys and drinking rum straight out of the bottle (NO JOKE WIFEYS). i came back to nick the tweed jacket guy playing pool, grabbed him by the sleeve of his coat (to the "bwaaaah?"s of all the people watching), dragged him outside and we made out. hahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaah who does that???

the point of all that is that it was NICE, even though it was drunk making out on the side of a house. like he was completely cool that i wouldnt let him feel me up and so forth, and we kept talking a lot in between. he invited me to a halloween party he's having on thursday, and i invited him to mine on friday, and i laughed at him because i said he wouldnt remember me tomorrow (today), but he affirmed that he would. anywaaay. i put my number in his phone, so, it's pretty much on him now to make a move if one is to be made. if not, i had a really good time regardless. (edit: i want to add that i DID retain a lot of other information about him as we were talking most of the evening, but i didnt want to fill this up with details that dont interest you. just wanted to affirm that i know SOME stuff about him. and im not a huge tramp... ok yes i am. but whatever.)


then kurt and i went to in and out and smoked a couple marlboro reds and had tasty tasty double doubles. and now i have all these extra ciggarettes in my shiny case and no use for them. linnea? pookie? i actually might keep one for this weekend. who knows.


SO YEAH YOU MISSED OUT ON MY EXTRAVAGANCES. :)

Three things people call you
1. nettie
2. danielle
3. i dont think i have a lot

Three things you did this weekend:
1. drove to knotts scary farm to find out it was sold out, so played at downtown disney
2. went costume shopping/ face piercing (for kyle) with him and michelle
3. am going to a party at charles' & co.'s house w kurt, assuming everything goes well in the next 5 hours.

Three of your favorite people to talk to:
1. mah ladies (im just gonna lump all of the LJ gals into here)
2. kyle
3. jesuschrist

Three things you are wearing right now:
1. gray thermal shirt (YES. but in addition, BOO, on everything being forced quartersleeved on me, SHIT)
2. black pants
3. a smile. heh.

Three things you look for in a b/f or g/f physically:
1. tall skinny white boy.
2. tangible hair (i.e. shaggy enough for me to get my hands in, mmmm)
3. there are a lot of hot boy features. the entire torso, smile, smell. mmm smell.

Three things you look for in a b/f or g/f personality:
1. similar wit/humor/language
2. smarts
3. music. yeah.

Three things you want in a relationship (besides real love!)
1. wonderful friensdhip (which i imagine entails communication, respect, honest, etc)
2. playfulness
3. screaming hot sex. why lie?

Three places you want to go on vacation:
1. OPCAN
2. OPYORK
3. i pretty much want to traverse the globe. but ill throw OMAHA out there.

Three of your favorite bands or musical artists at the moment:
1. DCFC
2. Saosin
3. mraaaaaaaawr.

Three people you talked to last:
1. michelle
2. kyle
3. adam nuhaily

Three of your favorite drinks:
1. coke / cream soda
2. any flavored/tart lemonade
3. glaceu vita water

Three things you want to do really badly right now:
1. watch tv (sometimes i desperately get the urge. shit.)
2. nap
3. fuck? (<--- haha for serious. im mostly just glad girls are putting that too)

Three of your favorite hobbies:
1. muuuuuusic
2. making/painting/building stuff
3. knitting

Three goals you have:
1. find a job that i love to do which simultaneously has a positive impact on people
2. have a fullfilling and happy marriage. sounds 50's cliche. but its true.
3.

Three people you want to see take this:
1. keep your pants on
2. oh, no, wait
3. you can't wear pants, can you?

i was talking to my mom about various things yesterday, and she made the very good point that Frank will probably not survive a 3,000 mile drive to and from our brother to the north, that if he broke down somewhere during the course of this trip we would have to pay to fly back in addition to cutting our trip short, AND i'd be screwed when i came back to school. shiiiit. so i started thinking about secondary plans, and thought perhaps we could just fly straight to canada, or seattle, or one destination wherever we wanted, and just do camping shit there, or something. so i started perusing cheap tickets.com and these are some of the results:

SD --> Vancouver: $435.00 round trip
SD --> Seattle: $320.00 round trip
SD --> OMAHA! (just a thought): $330.00 round trip
SD --> JFK international airport in New York: $235.00!!!!!!!

WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!!!! it is SOOO cheap to fly not only across the country, but to one of the more amazing cities in the world. PLUS, PLLLUUUSSS Michelle knows a couple people at NYU, whom she is going to email tonight, and if it works out well enough we could stay with them. oh. my. gosh. so that's the current agenda - OPYORK.


in other news, actually tangibally ran into brian today instead of just all this stuff related to him. i was expecting it to be physically painful, but it was actually pretty good. he smiled when he saw me and i said that i saw him from a million feet away because he's wearing this really distinct track jacket that i gave him, and he brought up me being in his phil(poli) class, and I brought up that he's retarded for waiting until the last possible second to take it... said that he's doing good, keeping busy w homework, while still not going to class, etc, same old. and it was just a nice couple of minutes. i feel weird talking about it so much because it really has been 7 months since we broke up, you know? but at the same time about halfway through that, when i really WAS starting to feel good, even though the Tony stuff didnt entirely work out it was more like a sign that i could be attached to someone else again, and he had to do that shit with the nostalgia and the regret and whatever while he had a girlfriend... i feel like that was a big setback for me. regardless.... i really want this to be a positive step for us. ive never been not friends with my exes, and we were so close before, best friends, and i miss this. im definetly not ready to sit and hear him talk about new girl problems or something, but i think this is going in the right direction.



in otras news, michelle and i (and probably nea, hopefully) are going to scary farm tomorrow. yaaaaay!


back to verk

so yesterday i had that INSANE poli paper due, where neither of the prompt options in any way correlated to the book. In brief, the book was primaily about how people develop their racial identity, and there were like different steps with names and descriptions, and how individuals are impacted by racism and how people unwittingly propogate racism and so forth. the prompt i chose, which was the EASIER to argue of the two i felt, was an internal memo for the NAABA clarifying the racism occuring hurricane katrina, coming up with possible solutions, and somehow using the book's discussion of individual racial identity development to back of my arguments.

now, upon reading that one or two or maybe even three times, it seems like they're related. that's why i never took advantage of office hours or asking anyone, 'hey, what the hell?' but if you read carefully you can see that the only correlation is that both topics are ABOUT race, but one applies to individual and personal issues and the other to what, legislation, media? arrrrrgh. i talked to some (hot) guy in my class via facebook and aim and we were both stuck completely, and even thomas, my genius-in-all-areas-friend, was like "...yeeeeeeah i dont know what you can possibly say for this." i ended up having like 3 pages just about the katrina issus and possible solutions, and one page reeeacching for an obscure thing mentioned in the book, and being a page too short. and this all for the crazy prof class where he calls on people in our 300+ lecture from the roll sheet to answer really, really random questions from the reading (and i even take NOTES ON THE READING FOR GOD SAKES) and marks them for zeros if they can't answer it.


barf. so anyway. i spent a solid 15 hours on that paper over the course of three days, which is like more than ive done for anything in my whooolle liiifee and im pretty certain i failed it. i turned it in yesterday than closed pots and got home at like 2 then had my work meeting at 9 this morning, and decided somewhere in there to take the day off, because my classes today are unneccesary. yesssss! so i came home and slept til 2 then im going to work on some phil hw, if i have troubles i might go to that lecture and get some perspective on it, then go to polo practico. yaaay!

TreesGetWheeled: chris just said this to me
TreesGetWheeled: Sueno con ir a trabajar... y mucho mas con regresar para estar junto a ti
JauneDixSept: whats that mean
TreesGetWheeled: which im butchering in the translation but is basically liiike i hope i can go to work, but return to be by your side
TreesGetWheeled: and i was like are you hitting on me christopher
TreesGetWheeled: and hes like oh no i dont hit on pretty girls, they tend to shoot me down ; )
TreesGetWheeled: winky face and all
JauneDixSept: and then you shot him down, and became newly confident in your recently confirmed good looks


that amused me.

i am eating oatmeal. which, i suppose, doesnt compare to heart-saving-immune-building-naked-juice. but DOES contain an entire serving of whole grains per packet, and since i eat two packets to a bowl, am getting 2 of my 3 servings in one sitting. yay! it also contains a creaming agent.






i think thats a sufficient end.

IM PRETTY SURE I WANT THE WHITE SOX TO EXPLODE AND IM NOT EVEN AN ANGELS FAN AND THIS WHOLE SERIES WAS A FUCKING RIGGED RIDICULOUS DISPLAY OF HORRIBLE CALLS AND ILLEGALITY






i really need to stop watching baseball.

i came home from plaaazz today and started playing with my sketchbook, did one that i really liked, did another that was making me frusterated, then was talking to chris online when he made a really nice and probably true comment in general, that 'as a person with an artistic soul you will always be too critical of your own work.' that was sort of an inspirational leap for me, so i collected all the old photographs ive taken/printed and written work and my paint and pens and everything out and sort of went all at it. ive got 10 sketchbook pages filled just from one night's work, and i feel really really wonderful about finally having a solid creative outlet and having all the things ive ever wanted to keep in a concise collected work. if i had digi cam/scanning abilities i would show it to you, but, eh. im really pleased with it.







minus the fact that i did absolutely NOOOO paper writing or midterm studying, both of which are due monday. shiiiiit.




and i work tomorrow night. oh shiiiiiiiit im still double shift booked for tomorrow night because none of the supers would take my POTS shift and i havent been able to find someone who knows cashier to do that for me. crepe.


going to sleep now and worry about it later






is this the place we used to love/ is this the place that ive been dreaming of?
and if you have a minute why dont we go, talk about it, somewhere only we know
this could be the end of everything
so why dont we go somewhere only we know

mood: creative music: keane - somewhere only we know

michelle and i had a couple shots of rum apiece left over from andrew and steve shenanigans, then we got all dressed up and walked around PB. it was like, uh, 5 minutes before some guys were like "hey ladies, wheres the party at?" so we told them we lived around here and they were more than happy to buy us liquor. than, we suddenly and desperatly had to go to the bathroom, and they didnt follow us around the wendys so we raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan all the way down the alley and the long way back to my house, where we are appropriately trashed. yesssssss.


kurt is coming over soon i think.


+ foreigner = AMAZING.


dont you love how i retain my HTML and typing skills while like 5 shots in?

yeah. im that amazing.





JUKEBOX HEEEEROOOOO.

The Sonnet Deliberate Gentle Love Dreamer (DGLDf) Romantic, hopeful, and composed. You are the Sonnet. Get it? Composed? Sonnets want Love and have high ideals about it. They're conscientious people, caring & careful. You yourself have deep convictions, and you devote a lot of thought to romance and what it should be. This will frighten away most potential mates, but that's okay, because you're very choosy with your affections anyway. You'd absolutely refuse to date someone dumber than you, for instance. Your exact opposite: Genghis Khunt Random Brutal Sex Master Lovers who share your idealized perspective, or who are at least willing to totally throw themselves into a relationship, will be very, very happy with you. And you with them. You're already selfless and compassionate, and with the right partner, there's no doubt you can be sensual, even adventurously so. You probably have lots of female friends, and they have a special soft spot for you. Babies do, too, at the tippy-top of their baby skulls. ALWAYS AVOID: The 5-Night Stand, The False Messiah, The Hornivore, The Last Man on Earth CONSIDER: The Loverboy Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating. My profile name: emogeek2

Consider:

The Loverboy
Random Gentle Love Master (RGLMm)


Well-liked. Well-established. You are The Loverboy. Loverboys thrive in committed, steady relationships--as opposed to, say, Playboys, who want sex without too much attachment.

You've had many relationships and nearly all of them have been successful. You're a nice guy, you know the ropes, and even if you can be a little hasty with decisions, most girls think of you as a total catch. Your hastiness comes off as spontaneity most of the time anyhow, making you especially popular in your circle of friends, too.

You know not to make the typical Loverboy mistake of choosing someone who appreciates your good humor and popularity, but who offers nothing in return. You belong with someone outgoing, independent, and creative. Otherwise, you'll get bored. And then instead of surprising her with flowers or a practical joke, you'll surprise her by leaving.





ouch. why does that match me again? cause.... it sounds like brian. and, depressing.



1) Danielle's Neon VS SUV has a predictable outcome. that being her car completely totalled, and towed away to car heaven. she's fine though.

2) the mail not coming to my house for THREE DAYS (is that even legal?) = my car insurance being cancelled due to late payment. but its fixed already. but thats still ridiculous.


my eyes are doing that bothersome twitchy thing when i dont wear my glasses enough. so im wearing them now. barf. they are too big for my face and i dislike this factor.


mraawwrrr

music: red house painters - void

i just got home from work



and now i have to finish writing a paper




before i get up at 8 to be back at work at 9





today is sort of icky.







but i have OPCAN plans to look forward to this weekend. :)
plus jeff came into pots and invited us to his halloween party. which, we're attending, by the way.

i went back and finished that quiz.


so go back and care.

i dreamt that arielle died, and almost immediately after jen, both in a similar way where their hearts just stopped and it was abrupt. and i cried throughout almost the whole dream, and kept remembering new awful things, like 'oh god what about susan, she's practically jen's sister,' and 'oh my god jen just got MARRIED, rob is already a widow', and then my mom was there and it was like the next day and she was yelling at me, "oh my GOD WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME THAT JEN DIED," like it was some gossipy news and it was selfish of me to not tell her right away.

in real time, today between class and work i layed out on the sungod lawn with jesse and ate plaza chinese food and worked on logic hw while he did reading stuff. i also gave him a cd that i made so that he can relax a little (he got home from doing lab work at 430 THIS MORNING).

i was annoyed with the logic because the last table had 32 ROWS in it and i know HOW to do it, but i just dont have enough lined paper space. i re-did it like three times, and even tried going to AP&M and using the spreadsheet in the mac lab, but i dont know how to operate macs well so i just quit. i ran into my ta in the elevator on the way to turn it in and he asked how i did, and i pretty much relayed that to him.


some guy is replacing the work comp now soooo bye

i ditch phil lecture today and spent like 27 hours worth of plaza dollars at target (YES that much) buying furniture and a dvd player and stuff to make my apartment look NOT ugly. once ive finished building this shelf thing and re-installed the hooks into my wall because the first one i did is too high up, it will be. sweet.

the POOOIIInt is i was wiped, most especially from pots -> early morning meeting, and i crashed and woke up at like 10, which is like the wooorsstt nap time evverrrrr arrrgh so now ill be up all night.

also, HISTORY CLUUUUUB! next week. im going to be one of like 7 people, at least 6 of which id wager are quiet asians who want an easy club thatll look good for grad school. shiiit.



full name: Danette Nicole Claudette
nickname(s): nettie, mrat?
birthday: 6-3-85
where were you born: torrance
height: 5'9
hair color: blonde
eye color: Blue

blood type: O+... i am almost a universal donor
GPA : on the cusp of a 3.0
siblings: danielle, dirk jr, cassi, paige
tattoos: soon, my pet...

hobbies: work. and the internets.


*favorite *

color: teal, but all things in the pale green/dark blue variety.
food: black tea
candy: sour kinds. sour skittles, mmmmm.
type of cheese: SHARP Cheddar
pizza topping: bacon!
salad dressing: caesar, but i am also partial to thousand island (my lifetime favorite until the summer before this).
cereal: smart start and cinammon toast crunch!
fruit: berries in all forms (particularly raspberry, mmmmm
vegetable: tasty tasty mashed potatoes.
berry: well, shoot.
cake: not a huge cake fan, but german chocolate makes me drool.
book: argh. uuum eeerrrhh.... i can limit it to the perks of being a wallflower and harry potter & the goblet of fire.
movie: uuuuuuuuummmmm.... shit.
magazine: i am a self-declared cosmo whore. but i stopped reading it because 1) every issue is just a repeat of the last issue, i.e. "65 ways to use sex to make your boyfriend love you," and a lot of the ideas are things i feel you could have come up with on your own anyway. or at least i did. also, 2) i was starting to feel bad about being a girl.
newspaper: the NOT union tribune, shiiit.
tv show: Venture Bros, the o.c., lost, nip/tuck, family guy. this is all, of course, implying that i have cable and regularly watch tv. pfft.
website: my daily ritual is hotmail/facebook/myspace/livejournal, in that order. bitches. but i <3 a softer world, and michelles aberdale (shit thats spelled wrong) and heloise.
radio station: 94.9
font: verdana point 8 or italic lucida sans handwriting. yeah, im totally serious.
cartoon character: about half the characters on venture bros, of course stewie.
artist: i dont know enough about art. i do enjoy photography, but im not gonna stoop to saying ansel adams cause.... like i said. i dont know enough about art.
actor: jake gyllenhaal is hot. thats my vote.
actress: going from popular well-known people here, i like kiera knightly, and its rare that i can agree with guys on a likeable girl. I like her because in a magazine interview she did for pirates, she was talking about how small her breasts are, and that they had to put bronzer on her chest just to make it look like she had cleavage. i figure, la dee da, whining celebreties, she's probably fine. then she had a nude scene in the Jacket, and she is TINY!!! and it just made me like her even more, because despite that she STILL opted to do a nude scene, and she's STILL gorgeous and well-liked. yaaaay!
cd: the photo album, im pretty positive.
song: i will never, ever be able to pick that for you. EVER. i could lean towards saves the day - this is not an exit, and that song does always make me feel hopeful about things, but even right now im listening to neutral milk hotel and saying, "fuck NO is saves the day better than this." man. no, never.
music group: as in im CURRENTLY really really into MANY songs of theirs, death cab, saosin.
music type: you knooooooow. bitches.

season: warm. but probably not summer because i get restless and my brain is bored. ill say early september, cause its still hot but school is starting and new things are on the horizon.
holiday: Christmas, but not with my family.... that doesnt particularly make sense, but, yeah. the only time i enjoy the cold and i remember things like riding in the car with my gparents to look at christmas lights and listening to old songs on the radio and drinking hot chocolate.
shampoo: garnier nutrisse (spoiled bitch)

phrase: besides just for comedic value, there are so many well-said or written things that i could, again, not decide.
store: T A R G E T. i live there.
weather: i really really enjoy rain when its still a smidge warm out (not like gross humid, but also not freezing. this happens at my house... not really here).
restaurant: i like the olive garden. im a cheap date.
channel: cartoon network (adult swiiimm) and comedy central.
teacher: ive had a few great ones in my time. that conklin/mclaughlin/mueller trio (a.p. us, a.p. psych, and a.p. govt, respectively). and of course, beloved roos from honors sophomore year and a.p. senior year english, who REALLY taught me to write, that college is now butchering (shiiit).
weekend activity: Sleeping/lazing around the house
hangout: now that my house has shiny fuurrniiituurree hopefully we can move fun times over here! :) also, plaza. :Q
sport to play: polo, baseball
animal: elephants!! and turtles are pretty sweet too.
guy's name: Sebastian Clarke (with an E like ARTHUR CLARKE, yeeeahh michelle)
girl's name: i have been trying seriously for the 2 years or so that i decided on sebastian to think of an equivalent girl's name. I'm tossing around Audrey, but it's not as a dedication to hepburn, sooo i dunno. Im also fond of Holly.
board game: pictionaaarryy. scattergories. cranium.
party game: i like 'ive never', but only did it once, at an mq thing where i was TOTALLY not right for ("i've never been in a threesome", half the people drink, etc, in addition to i was drinking root beer).
body part: i like most all of mine. not particularly stomach and nose. on boys, i enjoy the torso region. and, yknow. face.


*have you ever *

been on a train: yes
been on a plane: Yes
been in a car accident: yes
caused a car accident: No
run into a wall: how about door frames. um, once a week.
burned a potato chip: .......huh?
almost burned the house down: Nooope.
smoked: meh.
been drunk: heh.
been high: nope
broken the law: underage drinkin' law. the bein' too sexy for mah own good law.
burned a cd: i haven't purchased a single one since ive been to college.
kissed someone of the opposite sex: hottt.
kissed someone of the same sex: a hotttness i must let be reserved for homosexual girls and those crazy, crazy antics of girls gone wild.
frenched an animal: HOTTTTTTT TO THE MAXXOORRZZ
made out: hahaha linnea i love you, maybe like, the 14 year olds taking this havent made out. shooot.
had cyber sex: hahaha mmmm ooooh yeeeahhh thats so goood mmm hahahaha just looking back on that grosses me out
gotten engaged: No
had an online relationship: with paul before we met? but it wasnt like a dating relationship, soo..
been rejected by a crush: tom martony! teearrs... but maybe that was cause i never, yknow. actively persued him. hahaha michelle suggested we start a tom martony fan club, and i considered that even further with a facebook group, which would be incredibly creepily hilarious and awesome. i bet a lot of girls would join it.
loved: yes
made yourself cry to get out of trouble: aaah... i despise some stereotypes of our sex.
cried in public: i cant think of a time where it was like particularly obvious, but like outside my apt last year and stuff, yes
cried over a movie: man.....
fallen asleep in a movie theater: during the really climactic action scene at the end of batman begins. i was really, really tired.
given someone a bath: not... really? yeah.
been to a boarding school: public school all the way, son
been home-schooled: blech.
lost a valuable item: my sanity.
bungee jumped: No
skied: Nope.
met the president: barf.
met a celebrity: i spose.
gotten a cavity: yep
shopped at abercrombie & fitch: Nope
made a prank call: danielle and jen and scott and i used to call and harrass the radio station when we were younger.
skipped school: only a couple times in hs like after AP exams. or a couple days where we went to theme parks or something. and i miss class on a regular basis at ucsd. yaaay college.
faked sick to get out of school: nope. perchance a practice or two, but that wasnt entirely faking because it was more out of sheer exhaustion.
purchased something that you knew didn't fit: haha ahhh. tears.
climbed a tree: shore
fallen from a tree: hahaha chelsea did before practice one day... and sprained her ankle and had to do all pulling stuff for half of our junior year swim season... our coach was pissed.
broken a bone: nope
sprained anything: i strained the rhomboid muscle on the back of my right shoulder, in addition to the tendons and so forth under there. it still pops out kinda funny and i cant sleep on it. sigh.
passed out: ahhh liquor.
made yourself pass out: from.... holding my breath, what? how does that work
been to disney world: No
been to a theme park (not disney): uuuuuuum. yes.
said i love you and meant it: to two people, and meant it to both. yeah, ouch.
made a model volcano: awwww no i wish. hahaha this ironically makes me remember how much i used to loooaaaathe history day and luuuuuuurrrve the science fair. hell.
made a clover leaf with your tounge: yaaaaaaay! i can do that!

*past *

what did you do yesterday: went to cogs, ate with jesse on the sungod lawn and did phil hw, ditched poli to complete phil hw, left hss and supered at plaaaaz.
responsibility or worries: sooo you know any expenses you might have in life, sans medical? yeah, i have them. and i pay for them all. crepe. also, school, and all those crappy crap irrational ones i carry around all the time.
memory you want to forget: sometimes i feel ok, and sometimes i feel very sunshine of the spotless mind remembering stuff about brian. the latter would just be so much easier.
something you regretted after it was done: steeeve. argh. i knooow hes nice. that doesnt change that we dont even know eachother.
cd you bought: senior year?.... no idea.
time you cried: i dunno. id say once a week in the car on the way home from late-night work, just the combo of being exhausted after a long draining day, remembering sad stuff, listening to emo shit, etc.
movie seen in a theater: charlie and the chocolate factory con michelle? that seems like a long time ago.
thing you ate: plaza pizza. mm.
person who called: i dont remember, because my sim card exploded and i had to get a new one.
nail polish shade worn: i always wear clear. nice and shiny effect.
time you showered: this morning
person who complimented you: probably chris. he does that. or wait, i think heather at work, she always tells me she likes my earrings. :)

*at this moment *

what are you listening to: nada surf
what are you wearing: black pants rolled up into capri things, a brown wife beater, that teal "Stand Up For Others" wristband i bought.
what are you thinking: meh
what are you scared of most: losing people i love. via many many routes.
how many people are on your buddy list: 64. i should probably delete some actually. i like to be concise.


*future*

occupation: argh. social work. govt work. teaching. international work. who knows.
place to live: shit man get off my back
car: hybrid electric, YES
what are you doing tomorrow: entertaining the siblings, assuming all that works out with them coming down here. there are already obstacles. assuming that does and they go to bed before, um, one, which is when i do, catching up on some poli reading.
will there be a wwIII: if you count nuclear destruction of all mankind as wwiii. (and hey man... if you dont capitilize the W, DONT capitalize the III!)
will politics ever be truthful: i sure hope so.
will humanity snuff itself out: see wwiii.
can the gov't be changed: see politics truthful.


*crush*

who and when was your first crush: hahaha christopher gorgeous IM NOT EVEN KIDDING THAT WAS HIS LAST NAME.
a celebrity crush: cole from saosin, oh, dear
who’s number do you want: *whose...i dont have any very active interests at the moment.
who do you want to kiss: hot people. wait, scratch that. hot people that i am interested in persuing a relationship with and vice versa. im tired of playing
what is something you don’t understand about the opposite sex: why theyre stupid.
on scale of one to ten, how romantic are you: I might go over the top into the teens. yeah, sickening.
first thing noticed about the opposite sex: i like hair and height. then their face, then i start checkin out the goods... yeeeah goods.
what do you look for personality-wise: similar sense of humor/interests, easy to talk to, someone who can be empathetic or understanding of things, good music and shit.
biggest turn on: humor comma abs.
biggest turn off: frat guys. baaaarf. also being a pretentious/spoiled and stuck in your bubble douchebag.
something they wear that turns you on: i like girl pants. buuuut theyve gotta have the whole look if theyre gonna do that. if its a regular guy, i still like tshirts that are kinda fitted. i like to see what im gettin'.
something they wear that turns you off: shirts that say stupid shit, like, 'deez nuts.'
the most romantic thing you want to happen to you: rudy came to my house when i was at practice and left a note trail for me, and covered my bed in rose petals, and put them on the fan so when i turned it on they sprinkled everywhere, for a valentine's day once. that was pretty amazing. but i also like little-and-less-traditional things too. i had been stressed for a couple days and brian picked me up to take me to work with a mcdonalds cheeseburger, even though he is uppity about food and never ever ever goes there. but he knew i would like it.
are eyes the passegeway to the soul: if you drill through them
do you want to hug somebody right now: hahaha am i drunk?

*one or the other*

coke/pepsi : arrrrghh curse you coca cola
boxers/briefs: i like boxer briefs. hoooottt. mmm tony... ok im done
gold/silver : i dont really like gold. everything i have is silver with color.
vanilla/chocolate : either
flowers/candy : i like lilies! i would like one lily, please.
book/magazine : probably book
tv/radio : TV. in the infamous words of the ataris, 'the radio still sucks.'
coffee/tea: earl gray or black tea. mmmm.
sun/moon: ....
day/night : .....
cotton/feather pillow: I love down, but sometimes the feathers come out and stick you and they get all over the floor.
long distance relationship/none: baaaaaaaaarf.
romantic comedy/thriller: thriller like in the way signs is a thriller? plot matters.
nsync/bsb: hahaha oh my, bsb was on the radio in the kitchen on thursday, i was singin that shit like WHOA.


wow no one cares

i HATE. when people ask you something, and when you give them an answer they don't like, they turn and ask the person RIGHT NEXT TO YOU. the SAME. THING.

work rant one

some guy came in with shavande, who is a very nice girl that we work with that now probably hates me for being mean to her boyfriend. he asked joe if he could make him a 12 inch sandwhich with chicken strips instead of meat. joe said no, cause, wtf? then added in his smart ass way, 'yeah and i just dont like making 12 inch sandwhiches.' like. jk. so joe left and the guy was all pissed, so i went to see if they wanted something else, and he starts saying to me, 'i was wondering, if i wanted a 12 inch sandwhich-' at which point i cut him off and said, 'are you going to ask me the exact same thing you just asked the other guy and he told you no?' and the guy like, i dont know, didnt get it. he just stared at me and he said, 'wow, you guys are helpful.' and i said 'ok. you just asked him something and he told you no, why would i say something different?' and he just sat down all pissed and shavande came back and got taquitos then they left.

and then i sliced open his stomach with a samurai sword and all the intestines spilt out.


work rant two

then that girl thats like an ra with curly hair came in, that worked at plaza like a million years ago but always talks to you like she knows everything youre going through and just worked there yesterday and expects all these special favors. it was like 1155 and she wanted a chocolate chip muffin but we only had the all chocolate ones out, plus yknow, like, 5 OTHER KINDS. and shes like oh, can you go in the back and get one? and i was like whaat... you, who have worked here and are such a seasoned plaza employee, want me to leave pots and go all the way to the back storeroom to find you a chocolate chip muffin 3 minutes before we close? so i said no, everything we have out here is what we have. so she sat pondering for like 5 solid minutes before turning to joe and sweetly saying, 'jooooe can you do me a favor and get a chocolate chip muffin out of the back?" i was like what the hell bitch ass bitch. and she does shit like that like EVERY time she comes in.

work rant three

i walked in on my most favorite person lorie (not my manager, a different one that has absolutely no work ethic and talks shit and drives me insaaaane. ironic that they share the same name) and another girl that she is slowly but surely bringing down named allison standing and talking doing nothing in the hallway. i went to the storeroom to get something and came back and they were STILL THERE. and i said, 'hey guys, working hard, alright", and they just started laughing, and that INFURIATES me that she doesnt take me seriously. so i said, 'hey, great, so how about we stop talking in the hallway and actually do something that involves real work?" then they split up and lorie was like oh yeah, do you know where susan is, cause i was looking for her. and i was like yeah. looking... real hard there...in the hallway. looks real good..... comin out of the back of his neck there...shiiiit.





maybe i need some time off from plaza. i want to play polo. and not hate stuff all the time.


also i was thinking today for no particular reason that i love michelle very much.



escuela es para suckero-s and im dormiring now