Whoa, life just slapped me. Weird......
I'm sorry, hormones and strange fun weekends beat the crap out of me....I feel slightly battered and used, but in a good way, like an old baseball mitt that's been passed down a family of 5 boys.
Strange.....go check Mandy's blog if you want to see the main points...of Saturday at least. Friday, Mind and Mesonito and I watched The Village and then when I tried to kick them out, they just sat there. So they stayed for another hour till *bleep* called, and after some confusion where I learned that I'm not working where I thought I was and where I rebuked him for trying to go to bed at 8:20 on a freakin' Friday night!, he came over and we ran around and talked some more. And Mind and I stole *bleep*'s car keys. And moved his car down the road. And ran back to find him and Mason standing where his car used to be, him repeating "Oh no, what the heck did you do to my car?" And drove around the neighborhood on a wild goose chase, them actually believing that I was such a dunce as to forget where we stuck his freakin' car. And passed his car once, Mason saying, "Isn't that your car?" *bleep*, "No, no it isn't...." Mason, "Are you sure? It looks like it..." *bleep*, " I'm pretty sure." Me, "Naw, that's not it...." Mind,*resisting insane laughter*.
Eventually I led them back to it and we had a jolly good time till they left again. And then I went to work the next day and scrubbed the most disgusting, vile crap (literally) in the world. And then I went home and jumped in the shower and scrubbed like no other because I was convinced I was going to get Hanta's Virus and die.
*insert Mandy's post*
That was my lovely weekend.....so see ya frazzle razzles.
Sunday, February 27, 2005
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
"The Lovely Day That the Girl Have Ever Seen" by Tia
"The girl was in her house. She was eating breakfast, waiting til she could go outside. She got her shoes and socks on, and her coat. She went out to play, and it was a lovely day. She saw the most beautiful butterflies, the beautiful flowers, and the beautiful trees. She climbed up one of the apple trees and she ate some apples. She had a lovely day and a lovely time.
She asked her mom if her friends could come over. On this lovely day they came over, and she had a lovely time. That evening, when her friends went home, she asked her momif her friends could sleep over. She said, "Yes." When they went to bed, they slept on her couch. They had a good time and when they woke up, they had breakfast and played games. They had really much fun. So much fun, every day she told her friends at school that she would play with them every time and every day they go to school and they go to play. They had a fine morning. She had a nice time everyday. So much fun. Fun, fun, fun.
Days and nights she always thought about the beautiful morning. Days and days, she thought there was too much days that were beautiful. One day that was beautiful, she ride her bike to the market. Every day she thought about the beautiful mornings and the beautiful nights. She thought every day her friends would come over, cuz it was a lovely day. That's why her mom let friends come over. It was a lovely day with the lovely grass and the beautiful mornings and the beautiful nights."
You're all thinking, "What the heck is this crazy child doing? How the heck is she getting A's in English with that crud?" Well, only Kym will get it. But I'm not worried. Though it does make me freaking home-sick for Nuevo Mexico *disconsolable cry*! Seriously, as I read/typed this up, I remembered actually making this story up and dictating it to my teacher. I remember envisioning the "beautiful butterflies" and how my friends would always come over because it was always a "lovely day". *sigh*......you just can't get those good times back again. BUt you can make new ones to remember later at least.
AH! Gotta run! Folks'll kill me if they catch me on!
-Midori
She asked her mom if her friends could come over. On this lovely day they came over, and she had a lovely time. That evening, when her friends went home, she asked her momif her friends could sleep over. She said, "Yes." When they went to bed, they slept on her couch. They had a good time and when they woke up, they had breakfast and played games. They had really much fun. So much fun, every day she told her friends at school that she would play with them every time and every day they go to school and they go to play. They had a fine morning. She had a nice time everyday. So much fun. Fun, fun, fun.
Days and nights she always thought about the beautiful morning. Days and days, she thought there was too much days that were beautiful. One day that was beautiful, she ride her bike to the market. Every day she thought about the beautiful mornings and the beautiful nights. She thought every day her friends would come over, cuz it was a lovely day. That's why her mom let friends come over. It was a lovely day with the lovely grass and the beautiful mornings and the beautiful nights."
You're all thinking, "What the heck is this crazy child doing? How the heck is she getting A's in English with that crud?" Well, only Kym will get it. But I'm not worried. Though it does make me freaking home-sick for Nuevo Mexico *disconsolable cry*! Seriously, as I read/typed this up, I remembered actually making this story up and dictating it to my teacher. I remember envisioning the "beautiful butterflies" and how my friends would always come over because it was always a "lovely day". *sigh*......you just can't get those good times back again. BUt you can make new ones to remember later at least.
AH! Gotta run! Folks'll kill me if they catch me on!
-Midori
Monday, February 21, 2005
Yay!
| Your Brain is 73.33% Female, 26.67% Male |
Your brain leans female You think with our heart, not your head Sweet and considerate, you are a giver But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you! |
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Woowoo....
TEN Random Things About Me that you probably didn't know:
10. I LOVE craisins in spinach salads with vinegar drizzled on top. And boiled eggs in it too!
9. Bright neon lights cause my brain to fritz and blank out like a Mac computer when you try to save on it.
8. My sister and I have the same middle name (Ko).
7. I actually dearly love my brother, as spasmodically screwed up as he is.
6. I have to have something to hang my hand on when I sleep or else I toss around forever.
5. I won $100 at my brothers football game when I was 5.
4. I'm a sucker for flattery. Mostly if it's from guys though....: D
3. I abhor the hot mustard that my family gets with their pork and seed when we go to Goldenstar in Boise. The very smell makes me nauseous.
2. At one time in my life I wanted a lip ring (but only so I could play with it with my tongue).
1. I wish that the media would die and everyone be made equally beautiful/ugly so that we'd be forced to acknowledge personality over beauty.
NINE Places I've Visited:
9. Santa Fe
8. Boise
7. That disturbed bathroom at the rest stop near Baker City...scary...
8. Spain, in my dreams (literally)
7. Lagoon in the middle of April in the freezing rain (best freaking trip to an amusement park ever!)
6. The Tram in Albuquerque where I practically wet myself. There was even someone riding on top while we went!!!!
5. The Pasco Farmer's Market
4. The Los Lunas Farmer's Market (Sorry, but it was WAY better. Especially when they roasted the chilis......yeah.....)
3. The Albuquerque Balloon Festival (freakin' awesome, that)
2. The top of the Stratosphere
1. The Adventuredome
EIGHT Things I want to do before I die:
8. Meet a sox-rockin' guy
7. Jump out of an airplane
6. Ride around Europe on a vespa
5. Learn to love veggies (or at least love being healthy and looking it)
4. Speak 7 languages
3. See Willy financially-independent and married to someone more like my sis, and less like all the girls he hangs out with
2. When someone says that their "Fine." in reply to "How are you?", they're lying so miserably it makes me want to shake them and scream in their face, "NO YOU'RE NOT!!!!"
1. Take belly-dancing classes
SEVEN Ways to win my heart:
7. Support me and never make me feel awkward and/or stupid
6. Love me for me
5. Witness my life, no matter how boring or tragic it gets
4. Not gibe me about my clumsiness/height
3. Not care about my clumsiness/height
2. Someone that would laugh at themselves when they trip down the bleachers in front of everyone during an assembly.
1. Wooing me, even when I've already been won.
SIX Things I believe:
6. PMS is really just an excuse for girls to let out their emotions. Guys have to make war to rid themselves of theirs.
5. Every little thing you do effects you for better or for worse.
4. The world is a vampire....
3. People are afraid and closeminded because they don't want to put forth the effort to realize change or change themselves.
2. There is nothing more important than your family and your friends.
1. God is always taking care of the world, even when we're being twits or it seems like an apocalypse is near.
FIVE Things I'm afraid of:
5. Despair (the loss of all hope)
4. Ferris Wheels
3. Ski Lifts
2. Large bodies of water
1. Losing my hair by the time I'm 20
FOUR of my Favorite Items in my bedroom:
4. Stereo!!!
3. Hair Dryer
2. Books! (I think these should count can one)
1. Something from New Mexico
THREE Things I do everyday:
3. Eat
2. Sleep
1. Breathe
TWO Things I am trying not to do right now:
2. Get fatter....but I'm not doing a very good job *gets up to check on cookies*
1. Feel pitiful....not working
ONE Person I want to see right now:
1. The Muffin Man
10. I LOVE craisins in spinach salads with vinegar drizzled on top. And boiled eggs in it too!
9. Bright neon lights cause my brain to fritz and blank out like a Mac computer when you try to save on it.
8. My sister and I have the same middle name (Ko).
7. I actually dearly love my brother, as spasmodically screwed up as he is.
6. I have to have something to hang my hand on when I sleep or else I toss around forever.
5. I won $100 at my brothers football game when I was 5.
4. I'm a sucker for flattery. Mostly if it's from guys though....: D
3. I abhor the hot mustard that my family gets with their pork and seed when we go to Goldenstar in Boise. The very smell makes me nauseous.
2. At one time in my life I wanted a lip ring (but only so I could play with it with my tongue).
1. I wish that the media would die and everyone be made equally beautiful/ugly so that we'd be forced to acknowledge personality over beauty.
NINE Places I've Visited:
9. Santa Fe
8. Boise
7. That disturbed bathroom at the rest stop near Baker City...scary...
8. Spain, in my dreams (literally)
7. Lagoon in the middle of April in the freezing rain (best freaking trip to an amusement park ever!)
6. The Tram in Albuquerque where I practically wet myself. There was even someone riding on top while we went!!!!
5. The Pasco Farmer's Market
4. The Los Lunas Farmer's Market (Sorry, but it was WAY better. Especially when they roasted the chilis......yeah.....)
3. The Albuquerque Balloon Festival (freakin' awesome, that)
2. The top of the Stratosphere
1. The Adventuredome
EIGHT Things I want to do before I die:
8. Meet a sox-rockin' guy
7. Jump out of an airplane
6. Ride around Europe on a vespa
5. Learn to love veggies (or at least love being healthy and looking it)
4. Speak 7 languages
3. See Willy financially-independent and married to someone more like my sis, and less like all the girls he hangs out with
2. When someone says that their "Fine." in reply to "How are you?", they're lying so miserably it makes me want to shake them and scream in their face, "NO YOU'RE NOT!!!!"
1. Take belly-dancing classes
SEVEN Ways to win my heart:
7. Support me and never make me feel awkward and/or stupid
6. Love me for me
5. Witness my life, no matter how boring or tragic it gets
4. Not gibe me about my clumsiness/height
3. Not care about my clumsiness/height
2. Someone that would laugh at themselves when they trip down the bleachers in front of everyone during an assembly.
1. Wooing me, even when I've already been won.
SIX Things I believe:
6. PMS is really just an excuse for girls to let out their emotions. Guys have to make war to rid themselves of theirs.
5. Every little thing you do effects you for better or for worse.
4. The world is a vampire....
3. People are afraid and closeminded because they don't want to put forth the effort to realize change or change themselves.
2. There is nothing more important than your family and your friends.
1. God is always taking care of the world, even when we're being twits or it seems like an apocalypse is near.
FIVE Things I'm afraid of:
5. Despair (the loss of all hope)
4. Ferris Wheels
3. Ski Lifts
2. Large bodies of water
1. Losing my hair by the time I'm 20
FOUR of my Favorite Items in my bedroom:
4. Stereo!!!
3. Hair Dryer
2. Books! (I think these should count can one)
1. Something from New Mexico
THREE Things I do everyday:
3. Eat
2. Sleep
1. Breathe
TWO Things I am trying not to do right now:
2. Get fatter....but I'm not doing a very good job *gets up to check on cookies*
1. Feel pitiful....not working
ONE Person I want to see right now:
1. The Muffin Man
"In the summer, when I'm bigger...."
*Wide, lazy grin*
I read SquidSquid's blog. That helped. And now I must reenact my own version of the weekends pleasures.....
Day 1
After being stranded at my own casa with one high-maintenance bro and his brood of Satan's spawn for2 days, I firmly washed my hands of all that is my own and abandonded ship for Squid-child's house. Happily bumping around on the bus home, contemplating the wondrous things we were to do; benefiting Mesonito with our fab love letters, going to Kirsten's to say hi, and watching Alice in Wonderland (I can't help it! I'm addicted to anything that involves Disney and probably 300 pounds of crack). But because we are such sadly un-punctual children, we spend 2 hours perfecting Mesonito's letters. The extent of my letter is "Mesonito- You're a hottie with a naughty body! Tia P.S. You're delicious!" so obviously this is because Squid-child spent the whole time writing hers in ink in pain-staking cursive!
So, eventually we left, with firm instructions to return before night fell, slowly making our way towards le idiot's house. We dropped several things on the way, including Squid's carmex, crackers, 1 piece of paper, my love note, and very nearly my chains. After frantically biking across Edison, we dropped our bikes and confronted the child, firmly asking as soon as the door opened, "Where is your sink?" as my hands had the distinct smell of skunk according to both Squid and Mesonito.
Despues showing our hard work, Mesonito left, allowing us the free movement through his basement, which included his room. Having already decided that it would be far cleaner than any sane teenage boy's should be, we took a peek. And of course, screwed everything up. Believe you me, that room is much better in the atmospheric way now....anywho, we played with his toy cars, poems, "effing" bead gun, and so on. Eventually, after blindly denying it, we gave in to the dark night and left, dragging Mesonito out with us.....which we now hartily regret, as he dragged us down the most Godforsaken path I have ever been on, leading us far from Squid-thing's home. My calf's still hurt like bloomin' a, you don't even know.
Sadly, here is where we did the unthinkable and tried to lie to Squid-lover's parents as we were at least an hour past curfew....not fun. Did not work. I stood at the door as Squid-girl tried to explain, watching as her mother repeated throughout our painstakingly thought out story, "You're screwed...." Mildly depressing that. Scratch. MAJORLY depressing.
We saw Mesonito off and finished the night on SquiSqui's shed and in her bed. With a bit of Alice in Wonderland in between.
Day 2
Waking up is hard to do, and I don't mean because Squid-possessed-child was convulsing on the bed screaming, "MOTHERERERER!!!!!" We basically spent the morn doing nothing and ran off on a walk on the hill, where we communed with Mesonito and promptly invited him over, as he is very easy to play with (being free all the time and having a mode of transportation aka a car).
He came, we walked, we sat in Squid-child's kitchen chucking choco chips around, we went to the park. We slyly locked him out of his car as he stupidly got out to throw something away. We laughed hysterically as he screamed and pleaded. We gasped in pain from the racking laughs brought on by his most beauteous expression of dismay/oh-crap-I've-let-T-and-M-in-my-car-with-the-keys look. He ran wildly around the vehicle as I tried to unroll windows to negotiate terms of return to the automobile. She ran away, frightened of an exsplosion!, as I mistakenly revved the engine. He somehow gained access and promptly trying to regain control of his dad's car.
After that frighteningly hilarious episode, we retired to the park where I quickly got pushed down the slide twice, both times backwards with 2 bodies of force pushing me. We then got to the shed roof again, quite certainly one of my favorite spots to be, only leaving when the aforementioned angry mother said that my parentals would soon arrive to carry me home. Feeling bad about leaving Mesonito alone downstairs, Squid-girl allowed him to see her room, though I must say he shall never glimpse mine while living. Mis padres came, and I floated home in a cloud of fluffiness and Krisy Kremes. More like in a civic with muchos pillows and shopping bags. Though, yes, there still were Krispy Kremes....
: )
I read SquidSquid's blog. That helped. And now I must reenact my own version of the weekends pleasures.....
Day 1
After being stranded at my own casa with one high-maintenance bro and his brood of Satan's spawn for2 days, I firmly washed my hands of all that is my own and abandonded ship for Squid-child's house. Happily bumping around on the bus home, contemplating the wondrous things we were to do; benefiting Mesonito with our fab love letters, going to Kirsten's to say hi, and watching Alice in Wonderland (I can't help it! I'm addicted to anything that involves Disney and probably 300 pounds of crack). But because we are such sadly un-punctual children, we spend 2 hours perfecting Mesonito's letters. The extent of my letter is "Mesonito- You're a hottie with a naughty body! Tia P.S. You're delicious!" so obviously this is because Squid-child spent the whole time writing hers in ink in pain-staking cursive!
So, eventually we left, with firm instructions to return before night fell, slowly making our way towards le idiot's house. We dropped several things on the way, including Squid's carmex, crackers, 1 piece of paper, my love note, and very nearly my chains. After frantically biking across Edison, we dropped our bikes and confronted the child, firmly asking as soon as the door opened, "Where is your sink?" as my hands had the distinct smell of skunk according to both Squid and Mesonito.
Despues showing our hard work, Mesonito left, allowing us the free movement through his basement, which included his room. Having already decided that it would be far cleaner than any sane teenage boy's should be, we took a peek. And of course, screwed everything up. Believe you me, that room is much better in the atmospheric way now....anywho, we played with his toy cars, poems, "effing" bead gun, and so on. Eventually, after blindly denying it, we gave in to the dark night and left, dragging Mesonito out with us.....which we now hartily regret, as he dragged us down the most Godforsaken path I have ever been on, leading us far from Squid-thing's home. My calf's still hurt like bloomin' a, you don't even know.
Sadly, here is where we did the unthinkable and tried to lie to Squid-lover's parents as we were at least an hour past curfew....not fun. Did not work. I stood at the door as Squid-girl tried to explain, watching as her mother repeated throughout our painstakingly thought out story, "You're screwed...." Mildly depressing that. Scratch. MAJORLY depressing.
We saw Mesonito off and finished the night on SquiSqui's shed and in her bed. With a bit of Alice in Wonderland in between.
Day 2
Waking up is hard to do, and I don't mean because Squid-possessed-child was convulsing on the bed screaming, "MOTHERERERER!!!!!" We basically spent the morn doing nothing and ran off on a walk on the hill, where we communed with Mesonito and promptly invited him over, as he is very easy to play with (being free all the time and having a mode of transportation aka a car).
He came, we walked, we sat in Squid-child's kitchen chucking choco chips around, we went to the park. We slyly locked him out of his car as he stupidly got out to throw something away. We laughed hysterically as he screamed and pleaded. We gasped in pain from the racking laughs brought on by his most beauteous expression of dismay/oh-crap-I've-let-T-and-M-in-my-car-with-the-keys look. He ran wildly around the vehicle as I tried to unroll windows to negotiate terms of return to the automobile. She ran away, frightened of an exsplosion!, as I mistakenly revved the engine. He somehow gained access and promptly trying to regain control of his dad's car.
After that frighteningly hilarious episode, we retired to the park where I quickly got pushed down the slide twice, both times backwards with 2 bodies of force pushing me. We then got to the shed roof again, quite certainly one of my favorite spots to be, only leaving when the aforementioned angry mother said that my parentals would soon arrive to carry me home. Feeling bad about leaving Mesonito alone downstairs, Squid-girl allowed him to see her room, though I must say he shall never glimpse mine while living. Mis padres came, and I floated home in a cloud of fluffiness and Krisy Kremes. More like in a civic with muchos pillows and shopping bags. Though, yes, there still were Krispy Kremes....
: )
Saturday, February 19, 2005
wow.....I feel emotionally drained. And rather prickled.
so, I'm feeling rather partied out. I've been holed up at Squiddy's all weekend, and then I came home and left straight away for a hockey game. Too much, I'm afraid.
And, to top it all off, I feel pathetically sad. Not depressed. But pathetic. I don't much want to say why, but don't bother about it. I'll get over it. Probably sooner than I should. Oh well.
Well.....ok. I feel bad about Squid's parents, and about fixing too much attention on a certain Angel of Death. I really don't want to, but Squid-Child is right, he's the new thing around. Man, I hate that.
*strangled guttural sound* Man, Kimmy was right. I do only write posts when I'm depressed. And now I can't concentrate on this because I'm talking to the Squiddy-one. Oy vey. But don't lose hope yet! I shall in time conquer my idiotic tendencies.
-Midori
And, to top it all off, I feel pathetically sad. Not depressed. But pathetic. I don't much want to say why, but don't bother about it. I'll get over it. Probably sooner than I should. Oh well.
Well.....ok. I feel bad about Squid's parents, and about fixing too much attention on a certain Angel of Death. I really don't want to, but Squid-Child is right, he's the new thing around. Man, I hate that.
*strangled guttural sound* Man, Kimmy was right. I do only write posts when I'm depressed. And now I can't concentrate on this because I'm talking to the Squiddy-one. Oy vey. But don't lose hope yet! I shall in time conquer my idiotic tendencies.
-Midori
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Take my puppy everywhere....Lalalala...I wouldn't care....
Cool....I just got a job!
Yeah, so I realize that you've all probably given up on me by now, and I'm sorry, but.......yeah.....
Well, in any case I am being forced to write this by Renny, cheese/beans smell ing hands and all, but whatever. I should be doing my math, since I am about 3 assignments behind...but I'm not. So simply logical that I don't know why I didn't think about it before.
Anywho, I am lazy and wanting to play Hexic, so I shall leave you and write again another time, when I am feeling more sociable. Ciao!
-Midori Ko
Yeah, so I realize that you've all probably given up on me by now, and I'm sorry, but.......yeah.....
Well, in any case I am being forced to write this by Renny, cheese/beans smell ing hands and all, but whatever. I should be doing my math, since I am about 3 assignments behind...but I'm not. So simply logical that I don't know why I didn't think about it before.
Anywho, I am lazy and wanting to play Hexic, so I shall leave you and write again another time, when I am feeling more sociable. Ciao!
-Midori Ko
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
jolly ranchers + incense + hot running water + sardonic writings by British folk = the cure for the common cold
Blah, blah BLAH, blah blah...
So, today was speshal. No particular reason. But because of past infractions on my health, I am sick and afflicted, hence I shall be abstaining from attending our similar institute of higher learning on the morrow. Furthermore, there is a high likelihood that i will be detained from mutual also. Therefore my contact with the human society will be limited, especially such as would be obtained by being around "youth" such as yourselves. Because of this minimal communication, I shall now speak as if I were Professor Higgins from "My Fair Lady", due to my disconnection from the "slang" of the English language.
Forgive my maladroit efforts at conversing without a selfish consideration. My mind is currently occupied with the harsh poundings near the back of my temporal lobe. And the uproarious males residing in my residencial area. So, life is leisurely waltzing along, creeping along the freeway, constantly in threat of being the next dinner for any local rednecks in search of some roadside roasts. And in the name of Hitler's leiderhosen! My brain feels bad!
Ok, in due to me mind and me sanity, which may have already been lost, I'm going to end this. Luv y'all! Enjoy life without me!
-Midori
So, today was speshal. No particular reason. But because of past infractions on my health, I am sick and afflicted, hence I shall be abstaining from attending our similar institute of higher learning on the morrow. Furthermore, there is a high likelihood that i will be detained from mutual also. Therefore my contact with the human society will be limited, especially such as would be obtained by being around "youth" such as yourselves. Because of this minimal communication, I shall now speak as if I were Professor Higgins from "My Fair Lady", due to my disconnection from the "slang" of the English language.
Forgive my maladroit efforts at conversing without a selfish consideration. My mind is currently occupied with the harsh poundings near the back of my temporal lobe. And the uproarious males residing in my residencial area. So, life is leisurely waltzing along, creeping along the freeway, constantly in threat of being the next dinner for any local rednecks in search of some roadside roasts. And in the name of Hitler's leiderhosen! My brain feels bad!
Ok, in due to me mind and me sanity, which may have already been lost, I'm going to end this. Luv y'all! Enjoy life without me!
-Midori
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