I am Granola Child, hear me roar.

RE: Anti-Nazi Message in Le Corbeau (aka I love autofill)

2011-02-13T01:19:00.001-08:00

Well, it's almost been a year since my last post. I suppose that makes it okay to slap something on here now.

It is approximately (and actually) 2:20 AM Sunday morning, February 13, 2010, and I cannot sleep. What? You say that's no surprise considering I never sleep and what posts I do write are always at unnatural hours in the night? True...

...or not. It weirds me out to think about it, but I am a completely different person from last February. I've spent the last half hour flipping through old pictures of me on Facebook, deleting the ones that just shouldn't be in the public eye (what if I ever run for office? Admit it, you'd vote for me, scary pictures or no), and just, in general, wasting my life away till dawn. A lot has changed. Not since I started college (and got a Facebook account) - everything was pretty much the same for 3 years there. No lie. It changed in the last nine months.

I'm so completely different now than I was, and the change was so fast I'd almost call it instantaneous (hey - nine months is instantaneous in Kolob time). It's kind of amazing what God can do with you if you shut up and pay attention every once and a while.

It's also interesting to see what reactions I get from people, aka boys, now that I'm all pre-mission-glowed up. Today an amorous coworker asked me if people tell me I'm smokin' hot all the time. Because I was. I responded, well, since I decided to go on a mission....(no, not really *grin*). It's better than a tan, this stuff! They should bottle it!

I've also learned that several people were interested/crushing on me way back when, but for one reason or another (one guy thought I would snub him - weird), they never acted on it. *throws hands up* What the heck?? Mi madre's opinion is that God was basically blocking their neuro-pathways so that the thought never really reached resolution and they just stopped at, "She's cute, I should...." All so I could go on a mission and not marry the first man that threw himself at me.

That's one of the funny reactions - when I tell people (boys) about all the obnoxious, bizarre delays I get putting my papers in (both times), they always come up with, "Well, maybe you should just not go and get married." Insinuation: "To me." This amuses me - I kind of wonder if people will ever be tactful when it comes to sister missionaries. Or race relations, or working mothers, or prostitution in Nevada. Who knows. I sure don't, it's 2:40 AM.

I feel my brain functioning fading fast (ye-yeah, alliteration. And parenthesis) so I'm going to end here, go get a drink, and try to read Jane Eyre. Hopefully, I'll pass out on the floor to the kitchen and not have to expend energy maintaining consciousness anymore. Rudely enough, it's tiring.

A Letter of Complaint to blogger.com

2010-02-17T03:12:00.001-08:00

Blogger, I hate you. It's 4:12 AM and I'm writing a blog. Let me sleep like a normal person instead of luring me into feeling an empty connection with people I'd never recognize on the street. Now, please shut down and let me sleep. My articulacy level is dropping rapidly and I fear ridicule and the high probability of skipping work tomorrow. The End.

Sincerely,

Middi

This Is War

2010-01-27T17:19:00.000-08:00

Honestly, I just needed to write a post so I could move freaking TSO down and see my links on the side (it's starting to annoy the heck out of me). So. I basically need to blather on for half a page.

Today's Thoughts:

Body Image
Self-destruction
Spiritual damnation
Spiritual redemption
Emo/Grunge/Depressing '90s (no wonder boy bands got popular - those folks needed it)
Relationship taboos
The stupid 'Game'
Quite frankly, a lot of heady, serious stuff, and I don't want to freak you guys out anymore.

On a more positive note (because anything after that list would be)....nope. Don't got any. I'm just going to be emo for today and get it out of my system. Peace out, y'all.

PS I think I'm scaring Jinsoun - she's never seen me anything but energetic and happy. Oops.

Me(TSO + Live Concerts) = Eternal, Undying Devotion

2009-11-25T23:39:00.000-08:00

Okay. I knew Trans-Siberian Orchestra was amazing. I knew I loved them. I knew that nothing could lessen my love for them.

But I didn't know I could love them more.

HOT. dang. I will say this once: If you ever get the chance to see TSO live and do not take it, your life is not worth living. And now this video will give you a taste as to why.

Yes. Lasers, smoke, snow, hovering stages, flames, and more. You think I'm exagerating - I'm not. Remember, these people got Tia to write a post longer than 9 words.

Was it the crazy Asian violinist doing the splits as he played Tchaikovsky that made this show? Or maybe the 6'3" Puerto Rican growling out jazzy tunes like his voice had it's own, black soul? Or could it be the tiny blonde who looked like she should go country, but belted arias instead?

I don't know what it was, but to say the very, very least - it was awesome. And they're starting a spring tour!

*beam*

Pi

2009-11-16T12:17:00.000-08:00

My new goal in life is to have a child on 3-14-15.

The One Where Tia Goes off Her Rocker

2009-06-23T16:35:00.000-07:00

>I’ve decided that I’m going to start writing fictional accounts of things I would do any given day if I didn’t have the personality traits, morals, or inclinations I do. With no money or job (and little chance I'll get one) I gotta fill the hours somehow *grin*<

Today: Wandering Bohemian Spirit

The freeway was hotter today, it seemed. It tended to do that – shimmer and swirl and swoon you when you least expected it. It is Nevada. No excuse for it to welcome foreign clouds for a renegade native. You’d think it’d have some sympathy for a former occupant, but clearly any sort of departure was viewed as desertion, even the unwilling kind.

Desert heat is deceptive; it beats on your head even as it glistens ethereal and changeable in front of your very eyes. How many things hit you like that? Forcefully telling you what it is while daring you to ignore its stark truth for a more desirable image. I’ve blinded myself like that often enough.

“Glory!” I plucked my shirt off my sweating chest in vain imitation of a fan. At least I was still sweating – I wouldn’t think of what to resort to when I ran out of water and, thereafter, sweat. That might force me to break The Rules, and so far I hadn’t had to even question them. But when choosing between life and Rules, the choice seemed laughable – especially when those rules were made to keep me alive.

Oh, The Rules. I even capitalize them like that in my mind, and it somehow comes out in my tone. They aren’t nearly as foreboding as they sound, all official and such. Grammar. Always important. S’what I get from reading too much and growing up with English majors.

Seriously though, “The Rules” were just a set of no-no’s I set down before I started this whole crazy, bohemian traveling thing. They were meant to keep me safe and semi-honorable.

Rule No. 1: No walking in sight of a freeway when possible. Especially at night.

Rule No. 2: No sleeping in abandoned buildings – unless it’s raining and you can find an unseen corner to curl up in (this meant a hidden nook in the ceiling, an unreachable attic, or a covered bit of roof)

Rule No. 3: No sleeping at ground level whenever given the choice (a rope and some mad climbing skills meant I could almost always find a tree to kip off in. Sure, my quality of sleep suffered, but I stayed safer that way.)

Rule No. 4: No junk food while traveling from one city to the next (it pays to be healthy when you have no set home)

Rule No. 5: No rides with anyone I’ve known less than 3 months. No hitch-hiking.

Rule No. 6: No using transient bishops or homeless shelters unless I was desperate.

That last was so I wouldn’t take aid from someone else who really needed it – it was my choice/fault that I was out here, so I would take care of myself as far as I could and then beseech others. Right then, though, I might’ve had to beg a ride if I started getting heat stroke. No dying was an unspoken rule. And it was getting hotter and hotter.

Off to the west some clouds lurked over a scattered blast of shot-gun hills. Weak, cumulus clouds huddled over them, probably too tired and dry to make contact with any earth further away. I wondered if a dance would entice them over to partially block the searing sun, if not (oh, goodness, please) to rain. The thought brought a grin to my face, as I imagined little 7 year-olds on their summer trip to CA peering out of air-conditioned cars at the crazy blonde dancing maniacally as they zoomed by, already covering more ground than she had in the past day. Well, I’d have certainly enjoy seeing that when I was that age. Then again, I was always a bit different, hence why I was hiking across Nevada to California in the summer heat.

Tia the Wanting

2009-04-06T23:12:00.000-07:00

Today at work I was relatively productive, barring one small infraction where I was checking out WikiHow - one of the coolest Wikis out there. Anyways, I was going to look up how to survive a kidnapping, since Hilary (girl from office)was going off about all these tricks people will use and what you're supposed to do and whatnot. But I didn't quite make it there since on the first page it had "How to Survive a Long Fall".

*shudder*

Of course I was drawn in by it, since I am morbidly curious about anything height related. And it proved to be a very informative - if at times creepy - read. Like, did you know that you bounce? And that your best bet when falling off of skyscraper scaffolds and such is to aim for either glass or cars? Or that it takes 6-10 seconds to fall 1000 feet? I'll post the url so y'all can be thoroughly dissuaded from any future plans to go skydiving.

http://www.wikihow.com/Survive-a-Long-Fall

Oh, and the title?

So, Tae and I were in the living room last night, sitting, disaffected, collegiate, and we're talking about titles - you know, like Catherine the Great, or Vlad the Impaler. And I'm like, "Hey, Tae, wouldn't that be the coolest thing?" or something like that. Tae's all, hm, yeah that's nice, roomie. I continue. "If I ever went into politics, I'd tell everyone it was to get one of those. Tia the Terrible...Tia the Thoughtful..."

"Tia the Wanting."

*beatific grin*

Needless to say, Tae's full of genius, and we will now refer to Tia at the appropriate (or inappropriate, I"m not picky) moment as Tia...the Wanting.

Wasting Time I Don't Have (Because Life's Just Too Tiresome Sometimes)

2009-03-01T22:54:00.000-08:00

Tia needs…
1. Tia’s parent
2. To be rapidly managed
3. GE Healthcare-Product Technology-Stroke
4. Glasses…
5. …now about chemo
6. Some tanks
7. A wadgie (???)
8. A new home
9. Bigger global profile
10. A boy

Fun, little internet game - google " needs" and take the first ten results. Pretty introspective, if you take it seriously. Like, I do need to be rapidly managed, I certainly wouldn't mind a boy, and some tanks might round it all out. As for a wadgie, well - who doesn't need one of those?

Because Who Really Sleeps on Christmas Eve?

2008-12-25T01:50:00.000-08:00

I just found this and had a good laugh! I figured that maybe you guys were ignoring the normal convention of, you know, sleep and might need something to waste your night away with.

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That was it. Cameron had to go. Damn the world to hell and back, but there was no way he was staying. He had done it.

He insulted David Lee.

When it was Axel, I could take it. Meatloaf? Yeah, okay, apart from his mad musical genius, he’s just plain weird. But, damn it, when you mess with Van Halen, you mess with me.

You could tell that none of the hellfire and damnation deathrays I was sending were getting through that shaggy, thick-headed skull. He just continued to push the grocery cart, past the couscous and long-grain brown rice, oblivious to my glares and the rock gods he’d just insulted serenading us in the background. I mentally boiled him in the Chef Boyardee I was standing next to as he turned, wondering where the list (me) went. And stopped, innocent, blue eyes questioning.

“Is something wrong?”

Is something wrong?? After six months of cheap, nickelcade dates and midnight discussions (ok, make-out sessions), he asks me if something is wrong?

Oh, he’s gone.

“Cameron,” I said in my calm, cool, negotiator voice, “I think that maybe we need to take stock of our relationship. You know, take a step back, have a look…assess things.”

“Next to the Spaghettios?”

I coolly examined the ruddy cheeked Chef Boyardee on the can I now had in my hand. His forced smile irritated me far more than it should; I like ravioli.

“Assess? We’re not a factory line-up, Jaqueline.” He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow, those blue eyes smugly meeting mine, savoring my full name on his full lips. Seeing my inner demon roaring towards him through my boiling eyes, he changed his stance, one hand on the cart, the other languidly resting on his hip, utterly relaxed. Except for those blasted, blue eyes; they burned with newfound pleasure. David Lee Roth sang on, unrepentant about his “hots” for teacher.

I’d pluck those eyes out for David Lee if it was the last thing I did in this mortal life.

“Cameron….”I started, gripping poor, forgotten Chef in my hand.

“Jac-que-line .” He sent back.

And that’s when I chucked Chef’s smiling face at his head.

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“You threw a can of Spaghettios at his head!?” Carla, my best friend for, like, life asked. Again. See, I’ve known Carla since 8th grade; we sat by each other in art. It was the whole, if-we-don’t-team-up-we’ll-be-socially-scarred-for-life-by-the-freaks-around-us. And, no, I’m not being judgmental or stuck up or something. Two of the guys at our table slipped a roofie into our 20something choir teacher’s coffee in high school. Charming fellows. Yeah. Survival was paramount.

“Ravioli. It was Chef Boyardee…” I stared at the swirling, psychedelic dots on her tablecloth, tracing them with my finger. Poor Chef. He didn’t deserve such a cruel fate.

“Hey!” Carla snapped her fingers in front of my face. “Chef, Mickey D, who cares? Point is, you are dang lucky that store owner only kicked you out instead of calling the psychoward to take you away.” She watched me switch to jabbing the small, orange dots. “Something which, quite frankly, I would’ve done. Who throws a can of soup at their boyfriend in the middle of Smith’s? Even if he is a sadistic bastard?”

I glance up, irritated, hands stopping their pointless, inward course. She’s staring down at me, eyebrows through the ceiling. She needs to pluck.

Twilight Spoof

2008-11-09T18:17:00.000-08:00

So, I was really excited to hear that Stephenie Meyer had sold the movie rights to her book (twice, actually). I thought, well, it's such a popular book, they can't do a half-baked job on it. Then....the trailer came out. Don't get me wrong, I thought they did a great job picking Bella and Edward, visually at least. And Edward's voice, oh, Edward's voice - so good. But ask me if I'm excited about the movie now. Yeah. Not really. I mean, I'll see it (of course I'll see it - I'm going to see HMS3 and I don't even remotely like HSM), but I've pretty much decided it won't be as good as I want it to be. Besides, in the grand tradition of movies-based-off-of-books, the book is generally better - pretty much 98.5% of the time (Pride & Prejudice being the only exception I can think of now(yay for making up statistics!)).

Anyways, I say this to preface the awesomeness that follows - a spoof trailer that my sister sent me that is pretty much fabulous. It's a goldmine of one-liners, I sweat (or I swear, but let's just be nice and say I do neither).

I miss Brit.

2008-10-22T22:38:00.000-07:00

I miss Brittany. It's so strange - we haven't seen each other for a year, but it doesn't seem that long. I don't feel like we haven't talked for months. Maybe it's the dreams.

I have a dream about Brittany about once every two months or so. Not one with her, about her - she's always a main character. I'm guessing this stems from our kind of falling out. Except there really wasn't any falling out. More like a fading out. I was tired, too tired to think of anything but me (and that not even well), so I couldn't even be there for her or even just with her. And it surprises me how sad I am about that. I miss her like the dickens. I'm kind of a jerk. *sigh*

That's what I get, I guess. I wonder how many relationships I've screwed up by just ignoring them? Ugh, I won't think about it. Too many are coming to mind.

All the Single Ladies Have It, and All the Single Boys Want It.

2008-10-18T00:04:00.000-07:00

WARNING (AND THIS IS ACTUALLY A WARNING): The following is my two-hour feminist speal spawning from a Beyonce video. And, no, it's not like you've already assumed it is. But, yes, it is slightly incoherent, and you might learn some strange things about me. As if there weren't enough already. Oh, well, no turning back now *muwahahahahahahah!* PS I don't know why the rest of this won't turn blue. Blogger Hates Me.

Lately – lately being last night and today – I’ve been really into this new music video by Beyonce. It is basically, as Kym would put it, porn. Three gorgeous black women in all their bootylicious glory, wearing skin-tight leotards, gyrating and grinding to every male fantasy out there. But, if we ignore men and their blatant weakness for the “weaker” sex (which everyone does anyways nowadays), it’s really quite an interesting, um, view.

First of all, let’s ask why I find this so fascinating. It’s not because of the song (though it does have a catchy beat), it’s not because of the scantily clad women (we have established that that effect is generally male-appreciated), and it’s not because I’m a huge fan of Beyonce’s. What I first noticed, aside from the leotards, was the dancing. And because of said leotards, the emphasis the dancing gave to their muscles. It’s a fact – I like muscles. Not in any creepy fetish-y way. I just think they are beautiful, especially in motion. To me, the human body is God’s finest piece; a sculpture that’s never completely stationary, always moving, always breathing, always living. Only death can take away that beauty, and only then for a bit.

Point is, their dancing fascinates me. Their muscles reaching and contracting, stopping movement cold in a second – in layman’s terms, it’s wicked awesome. But this was only the tip of the iceberg. Being so interested in the dancing led to other observations – I liked their bodies. Once again, not trying to be freakalicious here, and, no, I’m not being redundant. I liked seeing these full-bodied women, definitely in good shape (more than can be said for yours truly at the moment) who’s bodies and attitudes unequivocally declared, “I am Woman. Don’t need to roar to tell that.”

This impressed me because all my life I’ve struggled (ish) with the idea of femininity. Now, I know that true femininity is defined by tenderness and the capacity to nurture, but I can’t help but be drawn into the world’s ever-enticing tendency to judge by appearance, and sometimes it’s just hard to see my own femininity. And it’s not just me. When I mention my feelings of sexual (gender) ambiguity to friends, they comment that they don’t internally sense themselves as female either. It’s a fact we know – we know we’re women – but I don’t think we all really acknowledge it. I see aspects of my personality that seem far more masculine than feminine and some that (sadly) no self-respecting male would admit to having either. And in a world where everything feels black and white sometimes, that’s pretty confusing.

But I digress. I liked seeing these women own their bodies and handle them well, like they could move their own piano without breaking the legs – and probably do it in some killer heels, too. Acknowledging this brought on new questions though. What gave them their sense of femininity if it wasn’t a sense of delicacy?

This led to a quick pass through a very obvious train of thought – they’re womanly because they’re sexy, how could I possibly think that?, do I think my only alternate route to womanhood is through sex appeal? Can I be white and own my body like that? And more shallow musings that we all have but don't like to admit.

Let’s say we were only able to display our womanly charms in two ways – by casting our role as either the weaker or the wilier sex. If that were the case, and knowing BYU for its ensign of chastity, which of the two do you think most female students here would choose? The weaker or – for p.c.’s sake – the more delicate role, of course. This is a natural response to our religious upbringing. And it is, I feel, in large part out of respect for our boys – I feel their plight, even if I don’t understand it.

It may very well be that these paradoxical views of women came from the desire to create one’s female identity clashing with the struggle to respect and appease man’s perspective as well. Tons and tons of psychological research has been done on this subject, I’m sure, since it comes from the never-ending confusion that is the male-female relationship. One obvious example that comes to mind (and, Kym, don’t slay me, I’ll look it up later, this isn’t a paper for a journal, these are just my random thoughts which don’t generally include psychoanalytic theories etc, etc) is Freud’s Oedipus Complex, as interpreted by Jung. As a society, we see the opposite sex not only as lovers, but as fathers and mothers, family members, coworkers, friends, etcetera, etcetera. It’s no wonder we sometimes get confused by how we’re supposed to treat them!

This is where a lot of feminists get really pissed at guys, and, honestly, I can kind of see where they’re coming from. This overt-awareness of their own sexuality feels like it inhibits our self-expression or demeans us when they are distracted by our “femininity” and not taking us seriously. Yes, we like being attractive, and if we didn’t like sex, rape would have been legitimized from the get-go if anyone wanted the species to last past one generation. But we don’t want you staring at our chests when we’re discussing quantum theory. There is a time and place, buddy.

However, man alone did not create those binding views of woman, and as long as they don’t run free with it, we need to be more obliging in helpinf them see us as sentient, not just sexual, beings. So, they are not to blame, initially, for their carnality.

But thousands of years of being human and screwing up as only humans can has ingrained these stereotypical notions of femininity into our heads. And because so much of it is because of the male’s inability to, as a whole, acknowledge the sexual female as nurturing and intelligent as well, we tend to blame our limited choices on them. We can either be the mother or the whore. Anything else and we’re just not feminine enough.

I don’t know if any of this is making sense. It's all pretty circular, but hopefully some grains of thought come out comprehensible. It's hard to churn all my 19 years of not-learning-much into a philosophical discussion, especially when the other end of the wire is my own ignorance and a silent (for now) internet audience.

I hope I’m not coming off as jaded either. I’m not bitter with the men of the world, not for any crime they didn’t commit themselves, I’m just bitter with the result of the world’s ignorance and conceit. Ignorance and conceit that has been piling up, building pressure for thousands of years. Pressure that is now firmly thrust on my very broad, very female shoulders. It’s hard to find good femininity in such a scarce market, but that scarcity makes it necessary to grab whatever’s available, however flawed and unfit it may be. Until I find a better place to shop, a place that has weight-lifting, baked-goods, shot-gun shooting, and little black dresses, I’ll just have to live with this ill-fitting, insecure society.

Post-Mentally-Exhausted-Script: Here's the video, if you want to see the cause of my maunderings. It will probably seem inadequate compared to the train of thought it provoked, but what can I say?

Half-Past Awesome

2008-10-13T16:48:00.000-07:00

Muse is mana to my little, emo soul.

So I Need to Be Canadian, Eh?

2008-10-06T12:35:00.000-07:00

I keep wondering if I should start writing on more practical matters in my blog. I come across so many interesting blogs when I'm looking up stuff, just random people throughout the universe blogging away their lives. They all seem to make their blogs strangely informative and useful, whereas I just blather on and on about myself since no one can tell me to shut up. I don't know the age to someone's favorite, obscure band member, I don't have that awesome painting by that random Arabic-Seattlite (though based on my frantic searchings, no one else does either), and I can't tell you how to make kimchi or rice balls or what fashion faux pas Cory Kennedy has dove into lately. My blog has no meaning!

So, after a good five minutes of thought, I've concocted a general stereotype for these blog.Masters. Here is a summary of my thoughts:

Strangely enough, the blogverse contains a large amount of Canadians. They're from all over the Great Maple Leaf (man, what a sad nickname) but their parents are never actually from Canada. Still, they're very proud to raise a hand to the good ol' red and white. Hm. Step 1 to Becoming a blog.Master: Become Canadian.

So, these Canadians (eh?) are generally around their mid-twenties and all seem to have some sort of food fetish - be it baking or eating out, they always take pictures of their food (do they not feed you in Canada!?!). They also love awesome things like languages, books, and Asian pop culture. Minus the food-pics bit, I'm basically one of them. Oh, and being Canadian.

Not that in their blogs they're ever actually in Canada. They always seem to travel, visiting wickedly awesome places like France, UAE, Korea, Hong Kong, etc, etc. Then they write about how they've been skiing in the desert or eaten live octupus. Step 2 to Becoming a Great Blogger: Eat an octopus ALIVE!!!! *lightening flashes*

To sum up (because I have to go to class now), I guess what I have to do to attract large amount of blog-stalkers is: 1. start taking pictures of what I gustate 2. travel to absurdly cool places 3. eat live sea creatures and 4. emigrate to Canadia (yes, Canadia - do you have a problem with that?). Then and only then can I call myself a true Blog.Master. She bangs.

Say Hello to my Little Friend!

2008-09-27T18:23:00.000-07:00

So! The obsession with Korea holds, and today's awesome new discovery is *drumroll* - Michelle!

Now, before you ditch me and go back to your mind-numbing internet pursuits, let me explain. Michelle is a girl I met today, as I was leaving the IC (International Cinema). We'd both just seen 'Afterlife' this, odd, little Japanese flick and as I was practically running away from all possibility of socialization, she snagged me and asked me what the heck was up with that movie. This little discussion turned into a 45 minute chat about pretty much anything and everything and got me so exci-

*pause*

A strange swell of music just graced my ears, and by the time I realized that no, that synthesizer is not in my head, it was gone. Odd.

*un-pause*

-ted I had to check myself from launching into an hour-long interrogation about her culture. Some things did slip out, but I managed to keep a relatively sane appearance and now have her number and a promise to watch anime with her sometime (AND she loves anime! So good!). I swear, my night is made.

Oh, and Kym - she referred me to this one site (mysoju.com) that has a glorious plethera of Asian dramas and movies. Soooo, basically I'll never sleep or be productive again. Yessssssss........

KOREAN DRAMAS DRIVE ME CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!

2008-09-26T21:19:00.000-07:00

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
STUPID, CLOSED-MOUTHED SUN-WOO! IDIOTIC REPRESSED YOUNG-HEE!!!!

UGH!

Taste Sweet Love

2008-09-21T23:34:00.001-07:00

My pinky hurts like a mo-fo. Mere.

So, this weekend I rediscovered my love for Asian dramas (specifically Korean ones) when I found Baek Seol Gong Ju/Snow White/Taste Sweet Love. A kitschy little show, it's about a strong, slightly odd girl who is in love with her best friend of 8 years, but who just won't notice her like that. The twist is that he asks her to let his brother stay there a couple of days since his return from Japan, but little does he know they already met there - and had an interesting encounter of their own.

Anyways, it all comes down to the fact that I've watched 5 episodes, which comes to 5 hours, and there has been little to no plot progression. Mind you, I have 11 episodes to go, but still. I mean, come on.

What finally got to me (besides the fact that she's been pining for Jin-woo this whole time when Sun-woo is clearly the one to go for) is when they brought in another character, this whining, pain-in-the-butt Japanese girl. And this is where the Korean appeal went straight over my head.

Let me clarify. This show is weird. The women act weird (loud, annoying, over-exagerated, push-overs, etc), the friends are all mooches, and there are so many social no-no's (I don't care what culture you live in) that I'm cringing every other second!

Now, all of this isn't a complete turn-off if you look at it in the right light. I find it fascinating. I love listening to them speak, I love watching them address each other, and I LOVE how wonderfully clean it is. While keeping the romance.

But when they brought in Minaki? She cried like a 3-year-old in their hall until they let her in. Not the type of crying that feels you with compassion, no - the type that fills you with irrational anger. I had to mute the sound because I was this close to chucking my lab top across the room. And I don't want to wake Kym up (who is currently laughing in her sleep, bytheway).

Ugh, my brain.

Another oddity was the emphasis on good-looks. Our main character, Young-Hee, was caught up in the crisis of whether or not to get plastic surgery to improve her chances with Jin-Woo. And the character, although dressed very oddly, is really pretty. In fact, when I saw a picture of the actor before I watched the show, I was surprised at how quirky she could be - she looked too cute to be quirky.

It might be the PMS or the late night or the peanut butter cookies talking, but after a while I couldn't take this gorgeous Korean girl putting herself down, even for pretend. Throw in an extremely obnoxious Japanese chick, and I was surfing the web for hanboks faster than you could say 좋습니다.

Bleh. Well, I guess I'll stop ranting about silly things - as a disclaimer-after-the-fact, I really do like this drama, I'm just frustrating with it. I'll keep watching. But not till I sleep for 6 hours, wake up, work, study, hate school, grocery shop, act friendly at FHE, and collapse into bed at 10. Where I'll watch it till I hate it, and start the vicious cycle all over. *sigh* Quel horror....

Credit for the montage goes to Meagan Louie, linguistics lover, baking extraordinaire, avid reader, and fellow k-drama addict. May she keeping on rocking her awesomely chosen world.

Le Colegio Du Monos Locos

2008-09-01T18:52:00.000-07:00

I am here! I am here, I am here, I am here!

Well. Things are progressing pretty nicely here at the Y. I have not stolen Daniel's cleaver and gone on a shanking spree across campus yet (and if you're thinking 'It's impossible to shank someone with a cleaver!' I urge you to think again, my friend). Still, class hasn't started yet, so there's still time.

Man, I have so much awesome music right now! Gym Class Heroes, We The Kings, Cobra Starship, and, yes, Rebelution. I have like 5 different favorite songs; I've never had that many favorites at a time. Gotta love Warped Tour....

And I'm obsessed with the video for 'Bring it (Snakes on a Plane)'! My desire to eat the lead singer to The Academy is... has not waned the least. I only hope I can find someone in my sphere of living that is that attractive to me. And is attracted to me. And has ambition and passion. And works hard. And does the dishes. And is perfect.

I know he seems impossible, but I will find him! I seriously don't want to just settle with someone. And I know myself well enough to believe I won't. But I can't help but hope for this amazing guy to come and sweep me off my feet! There's gotta be someone really spectacular (for me, at least) out there. I just need to work on myself so I won't be "settlee" either. In the meantime, I'll just stare at William Brecker's beautiful neck...makes me feel vampiric just thinking about it *grin*.

Anyways, my bipolar day (every day here is bipolar) is ending on a bright note since we discovered that we can leech off someone's internet! Which I am using to write this and apply for jobs, making me much less stressed. Hallelujah!

Well, off to more serious job hunting. I leave you all to another day. Au revoir!

P.S. B, he's not wearing knee-high boots in the video - that's just a kerchief or something tied around his knee. Still, very hot boots.

P.P.S. I'm still deciding whether I want to be social or not - Kym and I tried it a bit Sunday and it got me the attentions of a certain parkour enthusiast, Mike. I've promised to go parkour with him sometime, and I hope that his interest is purely parkour-oriented, as I am not feeling very dateable at the moment. Unless William Brecker decide to quit the band and go to BYU. And move in across the way. Then I'd have to rethink my avoidance of males *grin*.

Warpin' the World, One Tour at a Time

2008-08-12T02:21:00.001-07:00

WARNING: THIS POST IS EXTREMELY LONG AND MAY CAUSE IMPATIENCE, BLOOD CLOTS, CRINGING, PREGNANCY, OR BRAIN FAILURE. NEVER READ TIA'S BLOG WITHOUT FULL REALIZATION OF THE TIME WASTED THAT YOU COULD BE USING TO SAVE WHALES AND SOYBEANS.

5:41 PM Sunday, August 10, 2008

Yesterday was great. 50 bands, gorgeous canyon view, (12:39 AM Tuesday, August 12, 2008) kindly mosh girls, vineyard streaking…the list goes on and on. Sooooo awesome.

Suffice it to say, Saturday we went to see Warped Tour at The Gorge. Which is Gorgeous. Interestingly enough, I was actually very reluctant to go. All week I’d been hemming and hahing, pretty sure it’d be a total bust like every other concert I’ve been to. Not to mention I knew the massive amounts of partying that would be going on at such an event – a fact made true by all the pot I smelled that day. Smelly, skunky pot.

But back to the story! The day started out bueno with a home-cooked breakfast and about 20 trips between B’s and my house. It got even better when we got lost and stopped by a port-o-potty for B, and I brilliantly suggested we run unencumbered by worldly fetters down the scenic grapevines. Aka, we streaked. It was brilliant, it was exhilarating, and it was just plain embarrassing when I was finally free of those cotton panties. Not to mention slightly uncomfortable with those small bugs trapped between my bosom and bra. Note: when stripping self of clothes, be sure to throw them above ant-infested areas. Still, very exhilarating.

Having officially decided the trip was then worth it even if The Gorge was wiped out by alien invaders before we got to see Ludo...we pressed on. A short drive and a couple of confused directions later (as well as a discovery of said ant’s departing gift) we were back on track.

This is where Tia starts whining, because Tia doesn’t really feel like being around swearing, smoking, drinking, half-naked people all day. And our arrival at the entrance proved I would have to deal with just that. An hour and a half of miserable grossness ensued, the highlight of which was a girl throwing up on the people behind me, and soon I was almost throwing my ticket at whoever would take it. What stopped me, and I’m actually pretty serious, was that I didn’t have my own car to drive back and would have left NiNi and B stranded if I’d stolen his.

Happily (and kind of sadly), we got in, I got over the drugs, swearing, and nakedness, and Warped Tour turned out to be ze bomb! It was like a giant carnival, but with music everywhere, as if someone’s iPod had become a living creature and we all wandered around the songs we wanted. Ludo was fantastic, which cemented my love for them, and so was the crazy band of smiling Japanese girls after them. My favorite image of that day has to be seeing a red-dyed Mohawk-sporting punk moshing to these cute little Asian girls playing Caribbean music on their trumpets and trombones. So classy. So Warped Tour.

We all ran amok and gained some sense of stability by 4 when all of us (B, Me, Hilde, Niners, Ross and Vince) actually met up by the giant schedule board and decided what bands we would see. Five minutes of waiting for Mandy, whom we hadn’t seen all day, and we left. It may sound harsh, but none of us really expected her to be there (though ironically she texted me at 4:10 wondering where we were). We all went to see Rising Against, which Vince wanted to see, and I broke Hilde and NiNi in to their first real mosh pit. Which in turn broke both Hilde’s and Vince’s flip-flops and my new glasses. It just goes to show that this horror (which really was horrible) couldn’t even ruin my day, it was that good.

It did however dampen my spirits enough to skip Katy Perry (she was bad apparently, oh well!) and stake out our spot with Branden. And by stake out I mean lay in the sun cuddling our bags as theft prevention. This goodness led to wonderfulness as NiNi and Hilde both began to massage my calf and head (respectively) and I seriously felt the best part of the day just lying there surrounded by B’s snores, Hilde’s hands, NiNi’s nails, Vince’s camera snapping, and Ross’s stoic silence. C’est bliss.

This is when the cuddling broke out and our calm serenity gave way to mad puppy piling. I say ‘puppy’ because we were more like that than any other creature, poking and prodding each other into place until we’re all comfortable. Until about 5 minutes later and we all have to do it again. I swear, it’s impressive how we manage to get into this tangled mass of limbs and actually stay comfortable. At one point, Hilde, NiNi, Vince, and I actually had our heads hooked together like Lincoln Logs. No joke – we’ve got a picture to prove it.

This pretty much made up the pattern for the rest of the night – cuddle, mosh, cuddle, mosh. Quite possibly the strangest combination ever, but, hey, it worked. By the time we’d left the venue, Branden’s face matched his shirt (he wore pink as a signal to every gay man there), Hilde was wearing my tennies as I dazed along in socks, and everyone had everyone else’s crap. It was fabulous. We all just kept repeating “Today was great. Today was awesome. Today was really great!” and so on. Not even their tent falling over could break the spell (though Vince did not like the choco muffin theivage – muffin whore *grin*). ‘Course, NiNi, B, and I just went home, so a wet, sagging tent wasn’t exactly stopping us from a good night’s sleep!

Suffice it to say, it rocked. We acted crazy, but not too much, we made some awesome memories (I will always love Hilde’s face when that guy whacked her chest with a stamp that said, “STREAKER” *laughs uncontrollably*), and we made a good new friend. I wish I could say we made two, but I’m afraid Ross failed in every way Vince succeeded. *sigh* Oh well, I don’t blame him. We’re not your average group. And I don’t mind that some people think our group of friends is a cult. Streaking with fellow cult members is fun *grin*.

Oh, Sinner Man, Where You Gonna Run To?

2008-07-23T14:00:00.000-07:00

I have to be one of the least creative people on the planet. I come to my blogs, think of a title, can't think of a title, and just type whatever phrase (generally accompanied by music) pops into my head. And, alas, you all are the luckless recipients of my madness.

Suzie Homewrecker

Man, life is chaotic right now. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get it together in time for fall, but I know that if I don't, it will suck even more than last year. My friends are insane, and NOT HELPING *grumblegrumble*. You know who you are, even if you don't read my blog. Ugh, my ulcer.

I keep finding myself thinking about slowing pulling money out of my account and running away to Greece before anyone knew any better. And then I find myself slowly pulling my hair out, wondering whether life would be any better there (though I'm almost certain it would - give me a foreign country and no language skills over life any day).

I don't mean to mope. But every time I read everyone elses blogs I wonder if I'm the only one not loving life like crazy right now, and it makes me feel even more dejected. I suppose it could be blamed on the fact that most of your families read your blogs. I wouldn't talk like this if I knew my mom would read it.

Bleh. Just bleh. Anyone who read my posts would think I was the saddest thing. But I only ever feel like writing when I'm feeling pathetic. Bleh.

On a good note, I did win a free ticket to Warped Tour and two backstage passes. All for handing over a pint or so of my oh-so-positive blood. Tres cool. However, the excitement is slightly dimmed by thoughts of camping over - I may skip out on that. Whatev.

Sing to me, Preacehr Man!

2008-06-09T14:48:00.000-07:00

Okay, so today's patient of interest is a 6some year-old clergyman with a wife 7 years older than him, an extensive knowledge of music (he majored in it), and a tryout for the New York Metropolitan Opera in 1969.

SO COOL. I meet the neatest people in this office.

Evil Genius Secretaries and Octagenarian Race Cars

2008-06-02T14:01:00.000-07:00

If I ever get old (heaven forbid) and can only get around using one of those "Jazz Chair 2000!"s, I'd race small children down the massive aisles of CostCo, from the massive 52" Panasonics all the way to the cream-cheese frosting cakes. Their parents would be so pleased to find exhausted, nap-ready toddlers, that they'd buy me a big batch of CostCo muffins right then and there. Then I'd take my warm chocolate chip muffin (which I'd heated in the sampler's microwave), buzz on down to the nearest college dorm - mad-dogging drivers the whole way - and promptly race college freshman down their vomit-stained halls to burn off my high blood-sugar (cause, you know, I'm diabetic - I just don't care), until I finally run into a wall and have to flee the crime scene.

Now, I didn't necessarily see a wrinkled octagenarian zooming past my door with a panting 6-year-old in tow, but I do see a fairly large number of "Jazz Chair 2000"s and what-not. And looking at their slightly deadened faces as they peter along, I can't help but think of all the madness you could do with those things! I mean, they're named things like "Quickie S-525" and "Pride Quantum Blast HD" and what not. And when they're not mimicking sexual innuendos ("Quickie S-525"? Come on.), they're trying to sound like Quiditch broomsticks. So if you ask me, they're just begging to be taken out for a good time, not to mention once you reach that age and level of morbidity, you can pretty much do anything you want.

I love my job.

I am, if you haven't deduced, currently at my site of employment, wiling away the hours before I rush home into the arms of my beloved sis. Yep. Shae's coming, for all that don't know, and she will be staying for a month! Yay! Happyhappyjoyjoy. This is indeed and eventful time, what with Willy's wedding, my birthday, and Shae/Tori's visit (don't know when Tori's planning on coming up, but now certain it should be when Shae's here).

WARNING: These next two paragraphs are meant for Kym, and therefore hold little merit for anyone else. But if you want to waste your time, why not?

So. KYM!!!! HOW ARE YOU!?!?!?!?!?!?!? There's my little shout out to you, Kimberly Dear. I keep having dreams now where we're living in the dorms again (which have magically transformed into my room and Hilde's dorm combined) and you're introducing me to your FABulous new friends, which are just FABulous and think I'm just FABulous as well. I hope your spring/summer is doing freaking awesome and I'm glad I can at least keep up with the basics through blogs (I miss you, Kym, I really do). Running into your mom is quite funny, actually, because every time I do I remind her that you're not there (or so she says). I think I may have to turn mission impossible every time I see her and duck and roll behind tables and what-not so as not to cause undue grief. Should be interesting.

U nysekf (Haha, I just typed that without looking at the screen OR the keyboard. Mad skills.) Ahem, I myself am doing quite dandy. I'm storing up on motivation and home-goodness so hopefully I won't be quite as much of a witch in the fall. But I give you full permission to burn me (you don't even have to check and see if I float first) if I am. I'm quite interested in meeting our new roomies, and I think I'll just scare the crap out of them at first so it just gets better as we go. If they know how freaky I am than at least they won't be surprised when they see it.

Anyways! I might start an emailing campaign to keep in touch witchu, Kimbo, because blogs are so impersonal and you know how much I hate cell phones. Feel free to email back or simply bask in the erratic goodness that is my writing. All ist gut.

My lunch hour (which should technically be a half-hour, but I'm answering the phones as I type, so I'm letting that extra half-hour slide) is almost up and I have to turn back into professional, loveable Tia, then I get to rush home to my crippled mom, preggo bird sister, and crazed beast-for-a-pet. Oh, what fun will then ensue. Cheerio, beautifuls!

Hong Kong Garden

2008-05-21T21:48:00.000-07:00

You know what has a great soundtrack? Marie Antoinette. You know what's a gorgeous movie? Marie Antoinette. You what I've seen three times in the last two days? Marie Antoinette.

I love Kirsten Dunst. She really is such a great actress - I love the zest for life that she brings out in Marie Antoinette's character. Even better, she doesn't play the same person every time. She actually changes acting style and mood for each film. She can't be typecast.

Well, off that vein. Now onto the only other thing I do (besides watch 'Marie Antoinette') - work. I've discovered some less than pleasant aspects of adults in my last couple of weeks working at the clinic. One being that they're basically teenagers who've just learned to suppress everything good about being young.

Of courses that's an exaggeration, but it does fit my feelings about certain doctors I work with. I've learned through not-at-all-subtle hints that one of my doctors basically hates the other. He accuses him of stealing, criticizes his patient relations, gets ticked if he leaves a cover off a piece of equipment, etc. But he doesn't tell any of this to him - he tells it to me. Me!.....gossipy wench...

And what's even worse, I get along with said-accused doctor. It's a type of ease we'd never have had if we were the same age, but since I'm half his age, we can be perfectly comfortable teasing each other. But the point is, since I'm so friendly with hated-doctor (sorry, I don't want to use names - Kym might know these guys and I don't want to be gossipy. I just want to rant) and hating-doctor hired me, he looks at me like I've betrayed him sometimes! And he keeps checking to make sure I don't favor the other doctor when I schedule appointments. It's to the point where I don't even want to schedule anyone for hated-doctor in front of hating-doctor. Hideous.

Bleh. That said, I do rather enjoy my job (though not more than I enjoy getting off and coming home). I have learned something, even if it paints me as a selfish b - I could never keep a steady office job. Not if I only had myself to feed - I'd hate it. If I do happen to live alone for any period of time, supporting myself, I'm going to do random, interesting jobs that you've never heard of. Or at least something that's outdoors. Maybe I will just fly away to Greece and lead tourists on Burfel hunts around Naxos.

Dang, I hate being responsible. I know I sound immature and whiney, but it really does feel like it's tying you down. Like you can't really experience this world when you're stuck keeping a house/car/etc. Maybe I should just run amok across the world, get it out of my system. Heaven knows this is probably my last chance.

Mere. Bleh.

PS The title is one of the songs on the soundtrack - supreme. Fabuloso. Bellemisimo. Etceterasio.

PPS Oh, so one funny thing that happened at work (besides talking with this guy named Angel in very sad Spanish (don't look Sra. Janke, just don't)) today was I got insulted by an automated insurance menu. I was calling up to verify as usual and I got an automated program that used vocal cues instead of a regular, ol' button mashing one. Clue: I hate these. They always wig out if they hear a noise in the background and people stare at me when I'm talking to one because I'm being very articulate.

Anyways, so I'm talking to this carbon-copy of a human being, and it's the end of the day, and it's not taking me anywhere I want to go. So, I start whining at it and moaning the option I want. And it keeps saying "Dental? Yes?" "Associates? Yes?" "Medical? Yes?" and all I freaking want is Vision! Yes! So finally I start singing the words to it, messing with the inflections because by now I'm just trying to eke some sort of pleasure from this phone call, and it goes "Mental Health? Yes?"

Well, at that I burst out laughing and promptly hung up on that insulting b-word. Then I hummed away happily as I messed with all of hating-doctor's files. *grin* J/k.

I'm Actually Feeling Serious for Once...

2008-04-19T00:32:00.000-07:00

I've been waiting....I've been waiting for this moment all my life. But it's not quite right.s

It's kind of amazing how songs pull out truths you'd never have thought of on your own. In a sort-of-kind-of-diary entry (I really can't call them that) on my comp, I wrote how, to me, logic is expressed by words and feelings are expressed by art.

No, that wasn't it. *soft laugh* It's funny, I can't even explain my view of feelings in words right now. Hm. Must not be feeling very artistic. Well, after rereading it, the original explains it so much better. And, B, there are so many tings I want to talk to you about, so many new ideas I've had that I want to share, but for now I only have this imperfect medium to work with - and it doesn't express enough. I guess we'll just have to wait. For the moment, pay close attention to the last paragraph. I don't know. Hopefully it'll get something of what I'm thinking across (PS these are for the thoughts on the 'shattered mask' bit - mind you, not the shattered mask, but the thoughts).

4:28 PM Thursday, February, 21, 2008

Art is intense. I was sitting in History, studying for my exam (which I should be studying for/taking right now), when I noticed a phrase describing what makes up civilization – something akin to “a sophisticated interest in art and science”. It was at that moment that I had an epiphany that has been pulling at my mind unbeknownst to me since. Science is man exploring the limit of logic, and art…art is man exploring the limit of feeling.

Now, I know that isn’t exactly earth shattering; but we may know something our whole lives and never realize it, while the things we do realize shake us to our core. They stick with us, bleed into our bones till everything we do is eternally altered because of that one simple thought.

This particular epiphany gained strength when I sat down in this cozy little alcove on the fourth floor of the JFSB (my fav building at BYU), and started looking even more into miss Cornelia Parker of Great Britain. I saw several sculptures that intrigued me even off of Google Images, but it wasn’t till I saw what she did to Rodin’s The Kiss that I knew I was forever hooked.

Don’t ask me why – I’d never seen this particular sculpture before, though it’s apparently quite popular, and all she did to it was wrap string all over it. But in it there was such an invocation of feeling that I suddenly knew what art was meant for. Art is meant to put into expression what words cannot. Art is pure feeling, of all sorts, and is the outlet for all the imperfections and shortcomings of our mode of language. All the meanings left unsaid, simply because they cannot be said.

*sigh* I crave sunlight. It’s like my manna from heaven, my own personal plant food. I don’t need it, but by golly if I’d thrive without it.

Like most epiphanies, this one didn’t just hit me, Bang!, then walk away. I had to simultaneously analyze my love of all things artistic (which translates to my love of feeling) and my own sense of wanting to live. Just to live. But marching firmly against these personal factors of mine are my perceptions of my religion (not my actual religion, mind you, but the perception of it) and the worry that I could fall into the trap of only feeling, never thinking. My over-fondness for stimulation (and I mean that as in emotional, intellectual, spiritual, and physical stimulation) has gotten me in trouble in the past.

But feeling, living, seeing, is such a part of my existence, that I’m afraid I’ll repress it too much in an attempt to simply temper it. At times I feel as if I’ve held too much in and I have to let it out. That book, A Bright Red Scream, noted that come people start cutting because they’ve repressed feelings or secrets for too long, feelings or emotions that have to come out and cutting acts as an outlet for them. Literally taking a blade to your skin and opening yourself to the world in the only way your shut off mind knows how.

Needless to say, we don’t want that. All these thoughts and maunderings have led to one coherent fact. Like many realizations of mine, I decided that feeling and thinking are things we must do in moderation. It seems to me that only feeling, never thinking, leads to chaos, and likewise only thinking, never feeling, leads to nothing. So all that’s left is for me to find the middle ground. Or the ground that I can stand on and not go crazy. *Sigh*

Because Caitlan Reminded Me (Whether She Realized It or Not)

2008-04-04T01:17:00.001-07:00

I decided a while back that I ought to put up some of the things my teacher's say that I deem valuable enough to actually write down.....and I forgot about it until I saw Caitlan's post about her crazy HMFD teacher(s). So, here's to the beautiful people who teach me!

"It looked like Walt Disney threw up on it!" (describing a particularly colorful fungi)

"There's this one where it looks like someone took an egg beater and stuck it in its face and said, ' Look! It's a bat!'" (describing a particularly ugly bat)

"Throw those peas away and eat your candy!"

"We live in an arctic, godforsaken part of the planet. Oh, excuse me - 'This is the place.'" (too funny - will explain to non-Mormons later *grin*)

"Water is bad. We call that 'drowning'."

"Learn logarithms or die!"

"Now notice that we are - this is going to sound spiritual almost - we are....star babies." (I don't even remember, but his expression was priceless...)

"You are like diamonds and you are like....star babies."

"We are not promiscuous like sunflowers."

"Cinco! My pet toad!" (we were talking about mutation that day - guess why he was named Cinco *grin*)

"And you can guess what we named the other one..."
(class) "Cuatro!!"

"Then we steal their babies and eat them." (<------- Do you see where I get it from!?!?!)

Those all were, if you couldn't tell, from my mad-scientist Bio professor, Dr. Nelson. No, seriously, he looks like Christopher Lloyd from "Back to the Future".

And these next few are from that wonderful man who teaches my film class - I can only remember his first name. Tom. They're way funnier when you know how he acts.

"It's like they want to tie the poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it!"

"Jerry Springer is Satan." (He was joking. I think.)

"'Cause then we'd have flying horses, and then my analogy would fall apart."

"Ego is crack for the soul."

"You look awfully disappointed being the father of a blind boy - do you wish he'd fall off a cliff? Look! They're breaking through the blast doors!" (Tom talking about crappy sound directors in movies - using dialogue as cues to the audience, instead of having cinematic elements, like sound, do it.)

Crazy/Beautiful Memorias

2008-04-04T00:21:00.000-07:00

do i love you, my oh my........river DEEP, mountain HIGH (YEAHYEAHYEAH!)
If I lost you, would I cryyyyyyyyYYYYYYYY!!!!!!! Oh, how I love you BABEH, babeh, Babeh, BABEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

....

I want to go home.

AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WANT TO GO HOME!

No Comment

2008-03-31T19:44:00.000-07:00

I really have nothing to say. I should be spending this valuable, post-pizza time hitting the books (which of course means the internet) for meine Nature Experience de infierno. But instead I'm cross-legged on my floor, looking through ads and writing you. Quel fromage, I say. What the cheese.

Well. I could go make zucchini bread. That bloomin' pizza set my junk cravings off, flashing and sirening over every single sugary ad like police raiding a German bakery. Why German? Why not?

Steph thinks I should make zucci bread. I've just decided to call it that. I may even have to name my daughter 'Zucchini' so I can call her 'Zucci' for short. I'll make up some ridiculous story about how when I was pregnant with her I had the most horrid cravings for our neighbor's fresh zucchini, and I made her father go steal it for me. Till one day he got caught and arrested for trespassing (our neighbors will be the cantankerous sort). And that will take care of both her insecurities about her freakish first name and why she doesn't have a father *wicked grin*.

*sigh* I wish I could just scribble on forever. But, alas! My bed is calling me. Zucci bread will have to wait.

I Love Being Mad/One Card Short of a Full Deck/Knitting with Only One Needle/And Just Freaking Insane

2008-03-25T16:53:00.000-07:00

Okay, so as I was productively skipping class in the JFSB today, I found some fun little blogs. They made me happy, so I thought I'd share them:

(This just made me happy)
http://talentedunemployedjd.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-got-another-confession-to-make.html

(And this one's just a little bit of fun)
http://todayinseven.blogspot.com/

.....

*dies laughing*

So, now it's, what , 7:58 and I'm still at the JFSB, still skipping class (and life for that matter), browsing my old comp. entries (sort of diary entries, but more like random expressions of madness), and I find this:

"10:54 PM Saturday, November 10, 2007

So much for the afterglow…..

La meré. I am le tired. And le fried. And just plain sucky. I don’t need le French for that one.

Well, this feels good. It has been such a jolly long time since I’ve written anything remotely related to a journal, especially on le computer. And now, on this pathetic Saturday night, I’ve returned.

Man, what crap. Yeah, I’ve been at college for, what, almost five months? And I’m already burned out and ready to screw it all? Yeah, that’s jolly stuff.

Problem is I’ve been jacking off for so long it’s just hard to stop. I’ve never had to work for anything. My days as an academic thus far have been like this:

*Teacher standing at front, lecturing to a konked out class. Me painting my nails (electric blue, no less) in the front row. And, for the sake of my screwed up mentality, let’s put me in a freaky, Catholic schoolgirl skirt and a DD cup*

Teacher: And that’s how the human genome was finally decoded. Now, would any of you like to replicate the DNA strand of the arabidopsis thaliana on the whiteboard here?

Class: *snores*

Teacher: Ah, Tia, why don’t you enthrall us with your exquisite grasp of biogenetics?

The distraction causes my oh-so steady hand to jerk, coloring my pinky blue.

Me, irritated: Oh, you want me to demonstrate my mad mental skills in front of such an unworthy audience? Is that it?

My chair flies into deep space as I shoot up, going into a flying spin kick right in Teacher’s face. Screw genomes. Brazilian Jujitsu kicks its *** anyday.

Well. Yeah. That’s about how it felt anyways. The part about the nail polish is true (though not the nungas, thank heavens). Having Hilde’s around was enough to put me off big breasts for life."

I freaking love my screwed up self.

Because Branden Wants It....

2008-03-24T17:49:00.001-07:00

...even if he doesn't know it.

Awesome song: Love Me Dead by Ludo

http://profile.imeem.com/461zpM/music/RT-wAInz/ludo_love_me_dead/

Por lo manos, imeem is an awesome sight too.

I Can't Sleep....grumblegrumble

2008-03-19T01:36:00.000-07:00

And so the week of insomnia continues. Happily, tonight I am kept up by the excitement for tomorrow and not the dread of it. I'm full of all those racing thoughts that just won't let you sleep, no matter how pocked and saggy your skin, how tired your muscles, how headache-y your brain. Ah, I live for these nights.

I'm feeling...benign? Maybe mild; Thesaurus.com says I'm feeling "downright neighborly" (glory, I love that site). Calm is certainly there. I've felt more calm today than I have (on a weekday) for a while. At least a couple weeks. Strange how that works. I am also listening to Two-Star Symphony, this awesome quartet from Houston, TX that has a strong flavor of Russia - to ignorant, ol' me at least. They are so cool I feel the need to promote them.

Nifty Tex-Russian musica aside, I am also looking up all the bookstores in the greater Tri-Cities area. I've decided that being eighteen and out of school two months earlier will make job-hunting far more attractive than it was in high school, and since I'll be relatively early, I can be choosy. At least at first. Then, when no one hires me, I'll settle for frying spuds for the King (Kimberly Ann, we still haven't played that game *pointed look*).

Hmmmmmm, let's see.....other than that I may be going up to Boise this weekend. Mi madre y padre will be there and I really want to go. I'm trying to resign myself to the fact that I may not, but I want to cheat my last stretch of Spartan existence and recharge with the fam. I want to ask Dad for a blessing and Mum for hair dyeing tips and make Willy unlock my phone (and check out his relationship w/ Jess) and so forth. Then I can come home and suck it up for a couple more weeks. Happily, in fact.

Well, that'd be grand, but who knows. I do know that tomorrow's gonna suck it up if I don't go to sleep soon (though it's pretty much already gonna suck - I have to get up in 3 hours). Bleh.

PS Here's a site where you can listen (and even download - ooerg!) Two-Star Symphony. "Something She Said" is my favorite so far.

http://music.download.com/twostarsymphony/3600-8281_32-100790363.html

Because Everyone is Doing It (and I Like Tag)

2008-03-17T07:53:00.000-07:00

Favorite Color:Hahahahahahahaha!!!!

Favorite Animal:

Bad Habit:

Favorite Food:

Favorite Hobby:

Place I live: Go Clockwise (Los Lunas, Las Vegas, Richland, Provo)

Favorite Song:

*snort* S'not even my favorite song (though who has one of those, seriously?), but the picture was just too perfect!

My Job:

Favorite Author:

Favorite Dessert:

Ambrosia, straight from Mt. Olympus.

Picture of Me:

Hey, if the shoe fits.....

I Freaking Love to Color!!!!

2008-03-15T00:27:00.001-07:00

And I'm Freaking restless to boot. I couldn't sleep due to the aforementioned problem, and just when I got down from my bunk, Aryel charged in. Good timing, because I've calmed down, but I've also gotten a little bit of my psycho out of my system. Poor Kym though, she's probably cursing her name by now *grin*.

Anyways, I'm just posting this for the heck of it. I'm now going to go rest my soul...or read until I drop dead. Either way, don't be surprised one day if you wake up and I"m texting you from Hawaii or Greece. I'd totally jump ship if I could slip the money out from under my dad's nose. Sadly, he checks my account regularly, so no flying away anytime soon.....*wistful stare off in the distance*

Where Have All the Bishies Gone? Why, There Right Here - In Deutschland!

2008-03-07T09:39:00.001-08:00

Ok, topic of the day: Bill Kaulitz.

Just a sidenote - he's a man. A very freakishly pretty man.

I found this 'guy' while I was surfing around imeem last night, and after seeing his face I had to click on the ad. Not surprisingly, I thought he was....a girl.....and even better was after I'd read all about him and his twin brother (who pulls the gangsta look - I"ll show in a sec), I still thought he was a girl. They even blatantly stated "he..." "he...." "he...", etc., but I just couldn't look at that face and think: boy.

I had it almost figured out to wear it was a huge gimmick and he really was the twin sister (manga widens my range of believability), but then I heard him speak. And sing. And much as I'd like to think that that's just a very husky girl, I might have to just cede and give him his sex.

*sigh* Well, the sad result of all that strange fascination is now I can't/don't want to take my eyes off of him. He's just plain appealing to the eye and because I've officially given in and named him male, he is now my new fantasy toy. One day, he will walk around Salt Lake (I've decided that's the most believable place, though campus would be a lot more convenient), bump into me, find himself strangely drawn to me, get converted, and woo the heck out of me. I really have read too much manga<---He's our age, by the way. Oh my gosh, he's such a girl.

Ah, well, I figured I'd chalk it down to a strange impulse/attraction/sick fascination. I like different things, black things, and pretty things, and he certainly embodies all of those. Freaky.

Bill No-Makeup - still a girl (look at those eyes).

So hot....it's just not normal.This is the only picture I can find where he looks anything like a guy. Oh, and here's his twin.

Ok, so I know this is way more pictures than anyone asked for, but I just couldn't help myself. There are strange powers of attraction at work here, and I'd be the last to understand them.

Anyways, I wanted to write something actually intelligent about the band to redeem my return to adolescent worship, but I have to go to class. So, I'll just have to let you research. There was a good article by a German guy, but I've lost the link. Anyways, name of the band's Tokio Hotel, if you want to check them out.

PS Their music doesn't particularly slay me, per se, but they are freakishly popular internationally, so maybe it's just me.

Hey, cherry, do you belong to the physics club?

2008-03-03T17:24:00.000-08:00

I. Found. The most. AWESOME. Pair of boots today.

Doc Martens, plaid interior, ribbon laces, and they fold down half-way like Bender does to his boots in The Breakfast Club. Sweet!

Oh, and that's not even the best part - they're only $70 at Famous Footwear. Everywhere I've tried to find them online, they're $150. Yeeeeesssssssss......I am so going to go buy them tomorrow. I've wanted Doc Marten boots half my life (and, no, I'm not exaggerating).

Well, on a less shallow note, my life is dandy. I've actually had a pretty good day (though my head is starting to object to that no sleep thing I had going for me last night), and I already bought a pair of nice, brown sketchers and new running shoes today. So my feet are in Hermes heaven. And it was sunny and warm....still! I'm amazed, to say the least, but definitely still appreciative!

Ah, boots.....really I can't deny it. I'm still euphoric from simply deciding I was going to own those boots. Euphoria!!! Utter, rapturous, worldly joy! And that's just from deciding - imagine what I'll be like when I actually buy them.

Hallelujah!

Mini-Man Blog!

2008-02-29T14:22:00.000-08:00

Ok, so here's a quick, short blog mostly meant to advertise my other blog, College Life in Color, blah, blah, blah. It's basically my picture blog, so for those of you who wish they were an even bigger part of my life, here it is: http://tiaslifeinathousandpictures.blogspot.com/

Oh, and the 'man' part comes from having lost my voice *coughcough*.

One of these things is not like the other one....

2008-02-21T14:53:00.000-08:00

Hahahahahahahahahaha! I love myself....

And, by the way, I'm going to see Cloverfield this Friday with Sarah....and Sam *slow smile*.

Blood-letting and AZ-Town

2008-02-18T20:55:00.000-08:00

I am now sitting in the D4 terminal of the Phoenix, AZ airport (don't actually know the name) waiting for my flight. Which is delayed. So instead of eagerly rushing back to all of you *cough* darling people, I am pouring out my personal life on this very public access internet. And I am wondering if the rather attractive guy to my right is reading what I type. If so, tres amusant.

Anyways, my weekend was fabulous. I ate much good food (best curry ever), watched many movies which I'd already seen before, climbed many large, very red (yes!) rocks, and played with meine tres awesome sissy. And, no, I am not too old to say sissy - shut your face.

But, point is, it was wonderful and I thoroughly ignored my phone and I am now listening to Meatloaf, like a good little girl, and I am just sighing away my life right about now. Because I don't want to go back. I was just talking to Branden and I was saying how I wouldn't have minded the SLC airport facing a disastrous blizzard or, you know, a comet and I could stay in AZ for another day! Or, like, forever!

Alas, I know that this would be bad (haha, hot guy left - maybe he finally saw himself on my screen *wicked grin*). And Kym might very well hyperventilate (please hyperventilate if I ever
leave you without a moment's notice. Please??) if I don't show up ever again, so I mun come back. Ah, well...twas a short but beautiful dream.

Ew. And I just realized I smell - maybe that's why he left. *despondent sigh*Will anyone ever except me and my pungent ways? PS, I swear I showered today, but 'airport' is just not very conducive to freshness, and airport in Arizona is just plain bad for the health - even at 10 PM in February. Trust me.

Well, I feel like not only am I wasting the lives of all those truants who might be reading this, but your's too, amigos queridos. Thus I will retire - ish. Which means that I'm bored writing and now I'm going to watch Scrubs. Luvs! *grin*

PS Forget the title - I just named an folder in my pictures that and I liked it so much I wanted the public to see.

Scandalous!

2008-02-14T01:48:00.000-08:00

Sooooooo, if we didn't know it already, I've determined that Tia's evil twin comes out at night. Usually after 1. She's seductive and know what she wants and, dang, she can get it. Like, if Sam were with me right now, I could march up to him and just take him. I am utterly convinced that in this mood, he'd have no chance *evil laughter*.

I saw Sam tonight. I wasn't quite to the point of 'no return' (that's basically what it is), but I was still revved up from my previous burst of confidence and I pulled another bit of smooth Tia bonding. I think I'll just work it until he's comfortable with me, and then I'll pounce! He'll be so thrown off, he won't be able to do anything but take it *more evil laughter*.

Well, curfew chased him off, but I stayed around (we were all in my neighbor's apartment) and we all had a good boy/kissing/hugging/Tia's *ahem* kinkiness talk. It was quite fab, won't lie. But the result of it was this mood and my realization that Kym is right. Kimmy wants a husband; I want a boy toy.

Now, that isn't exactly the most flattering thing - it doesn't say much for my reputation - but it's true. And it's not necessarily sexual (though I do miss cuddling like nothing else). I've realized that I just don't want anything from a guy now but his sheer existence in my life. And thinking back to my brief, fling-y relationship with Matt, it was the same deal. I just wanted that, well, fun that comes with having a boy. A boy toy.

*sigh* Well, we'll see what happens. I've decided that I'm going to get Sam to ask me out within a month - just a date, nothing serious. Amidst all these scandaloso thoughts, I have realized the consequences of seducing a premie. Fear not, I'd rather not face God's wrath by diverting one of His missionaries from His chosen path. In the end, Santa Tia has control over Scandalosa Tia. Mostly.

*wicked grin*

All_nighter

2008-02-13T01:01:00.000-08:00

AHH!

Ragings of the Insomniac

2008-02-13T00:24:00.000-08:00

Oh. My. Gosh.

I was just laying in bed, having finally made it under the covers, when all of a sudden twenty million thoughts started racing through my head. Here's a quick preview: curly hair, Sam, Jen Mag, Bio midterm, elf makeup, Valentines Day, Arizona, treating myself, Sam, my entire wardrobe, the tumbling gym, Las Vegas, my journal, ohmygosh do I have insomnia?, crazy procrastinator, picking, fasting, my waistline, my hair, my desire for a boy (not even a man, for heaven's sake), the sleep I'm not getting, and on, and on, and on. Basically, I'm going insane.

I can't sleep. And it's horrible. I have not been able to fall asleep before 2 AM the past week. Now, part of it is the fact that I sleep in till at least 10 and don't go to bed when I'm tired at 11. But, seriously, I feel so physically dead and mentally jazzed at the same time, and it's driving me insane. Insane!

It's so funny, because I used to not go to bed because I didn't want tomorrow to come, and now I can't sleep because I'm so anxious for it. Honestly, isn't there some sort of a compromise? Can I not have just 5 hours? Please, all that is good and true and just and holy, please???

*sigh* I know that last request isn't legit - I've hardly done my part to earn those measly bits of sleep. But I'm just so dang tired....I wish I could just conk out right here, on my keyboard. *sigh* Alas, twill not be so.

Poo.

Monsters, girl.

2007-12-04T00:43:00.001-08:00

Well, hallelujah, the girl is back in town!

Yessiree, it is moi after over two years of silence (from this venue, at least). Now, instead of blogging at 12 AM instead of doing my three math assignments or sleeping, it's 2 AM with an undone paper due. And still no sleep. Joy....

Bleh. Well, I feel far too blithe to let it really care (though I am desperately tired). I shall instead have to enchant you with my amazing college life.

Ok. Here it is.

I got nothin'. All in all, the most exciting social event of last weekend was playing Guitar Hero at Bryan's, though I fried my central lobe in so doing. Eh, I don't regret it.

Ada Doom "I saw something nasty in the woodshed!" Earl P. Neck "Sure you did, but did it see you, baby?"

2005-08-05T21:39:00.000-07:00

Hehe....funny funny. I may have to take up this quotes-on-the-blog thing.

So! Mi hermano esta a casa, y esta sentando en la computadora a mi izquierda. Y estoy muy feliz. Sentio mucha goza.

So, I skipped-ed mutual to play with my family, and yesterday, after playing a very vigorous game of Settlers of Catan, my sister-in-law, cousin, and precious little nephew showed up to surprise Dan, and us too! So he got to see his nephew for the first time, and I got to see him for the millionth time, and as you well know, I am in full on cute, precious baby-mode. And he likes me! Bryant, I mean. He usually doesn't take a shine to me, at least not noticeably, but it's noticeable now. Probably 'cause I swing him up and down the stairs, and that is just fun! And a heck of a workout. You swing a 24 lb. body up and down the stairs 10 times in a row!

Anywho, because you've withstood my ramblings long enough I will put in the quote, though not the whole speech. It's a bit more intimidating when it is read rather the heard by Ian McWhatever, with moaning quiverers in the background.

Amos Starkadder: "You know what it's like when you burn your hand, taking a cake out of the oven, or lighting one of them godless cigarettes? And it stings with a fearful pain, aye? And you run to clap a bit of butter on it to take the pain away, aye? Well, I'll tell ye, there'll be no butter in hell! "

And we are definitely watching that next time we get together. That and Emma.

And so I will write/see/talk to y'all aka Kym later. Bon soir!

-Middi

Yo speiken le espanol!

2005-07-14T11:00:00.000-07:00

So, y'all (aka Kym), how many of you (aka Kym) can read the Book of Mormon in Spanish? Huh? HUH?

Yeah, eat it! I've finally started reading it in Spanish again, which I tried to do last summer and gave up dismally, but I now can read it practically all on my own! I barely needed the English version! I'd check what I thought I read, and be right! It was so cool and I was so psyched that I read for almost an hour, which comes out to 2 chapters. Pitiful sounding, but good! Yeah, "Y sucedio......" "...por tanto...." "Y ascencia....." all the key phrases are there! Woot!

Also, I have realized that pain killers are VERY nice when it comes to yoga. I was doing it last night, before I went to bed, and I was really stretching! I was so proud, figuring I must just be having a good day. But then I noticed, while I was doing the hurdle stretch, that I was resting my head on my knee! Ok, recap, I can only put my head on my knee for one breath, on my right leg, and that with much effort. But last night, I did it without even thinking! I kept raising my head and putting it back down, and eventually left it there for 14 breaths and I could have gone longer if I wasn't so shocked!!!! I could even rest it on my left knee for a while! It was really cool, but kind of freaking me out, till I realized that it must have been my pain killers! And then I got all panicked, cause I didn't want to hurt myself unknowingly, so I haven't done anymore. It was still pretty cool.

Ok, enough of my blabbering, here's the website you need to see me almost passing out half-in my bathroom. I think I look rather attractive, in that drunken-looking way..... :D

http://spaces.msn.com/members/sheikdelmar

-Middi

Speak

2005-07-08T15:23:00.000-07:00

I'm feeling mildly morbid at the moment. It may have to do with the fact that I am listening to "I'm Only Happy When it Rains" by Garbage......maybe. I also just finished a book, that to some may appear grim, but it actually left me uplifted.

Now I'm listening to Marilyn Manson's "You Spin me Right Round".

Anywho, this was a really good book. I whole-heartedly recommend it to everyone that reads my blog (and by now that may only be Kym....sad). Well, you read it Kym. It was very good. You've no doubt heard of it before, or even have read it before. It's called "Speak". Good book.

Also, Britney's back! I've been trying to call her, the little rat, but I haven't caught her yet. I'm going to squeeze every little detail about "PotO" from her culturally glutted brain...that is, if I can get the chance. Lucky dog, is all I have to say.

Ok, better mood. I am now listening to "We Like to Party" by Venga Boys.....

Hey now! Hey now!
Hear what I say, now,
Happiness.....is just around the corner!

*giggles girlishly* I laff that song. It is way too addictive. Makes me want to dance. Just like, "Walking on Sunshine". I had to have a spontaneous disco dancing breakdown in my kitchen in the middle of making my sandwich for lunch. You just can't NOT dance to that song!!!!!

Woot! Better mood! And now I am going to go and watch mucho television and rot my brains.

Luvers!

-Middi

NEVER run with wet socks.....NEVER!!!!!!

2005-07-06T09:14:00.000-07:00

Ok, Tia has just realized that she is a bit lacking in the human necesity called "common sense" this morning. You'd think I'd get it earlier, oh after I stuck my fingers in the lawn mower.....or maybe when I tried to make a milkshake with no top on the blender.....or even MAYBE when I started cleaning out the electrical socket with a wet rag......but NO!!!! It hasn't hit me that I probably won't live to be older than two decades at the rate I'm going, until this morning, when I went running......in wet socks.

Ok, I mean seriously, I went on the trek so I should know that wet cloth rubbing right against your body is not good. And as I contemplated the wet socks that I pulled out of the washer at 7 AM (the ungodly hour by which Kym had already written a blog), I had an inkling that it probably wasn't a good idea to wear them. But since I couldn't figure out why, I just put them on and off I ran. All the way to Albertsons.......where I promptly asked for a bandaid. And just as promptly, walked home. ALL the way home.

Of course, I unwittingly saved myself from further humiliation when I didn't go to the midnight Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince party at Barnes and Nobles last night. You wonder, "I didn't know there was a midnight Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince party at Barnes and Noble last night..." Well, that's because thfere wasn't!!!! I thought Harry Potter was coming out today, when in all actuality, it is coming out on the 16th of July, not the 6th. So, at least I didn't show up at Barnes and Nobles at midnight, demanding where all the psychotic Harry Potter fanboys in their little costumes were.

And that was my day/night so far. I still have to go mow the lawn (hopefully soon because I haven't showered yet from my run/walk and I'm starting to stink) and break all child labor laws para mi madre. Luvers to all!

-Middi

I just noticed, 3 titles of my last 5 blogs are song lyrics....

2005-06-21T12:27:00.000-07:00

YAY!!!!! SCHOOL'S OUT! This is officially my SECOND day of summer (I didn't count vacation)!!! And I've got my baby fix, but only because I know that I'll get to see him again in August. OOOooooooooo, he is SO cute! I luff him! And guess what! I got my first kiss! It was rather unexpected too.......Oh, don't you want to know!

I was just sitting there, making faces, pursing my lips, when suddenly he leans in and sticks his open mouth on mine!!!! MUWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

If you can't tell, it's my nephew that kissed me. That's how he kisses people, and considering all the wary looks he gave me, I was surprised when he did it. But it sure made my day!

Antyvays, I had a dandy time, and my sister, who came up also, brought her semi-recently converted roommate, Dianna. She was so nice! And even smaller than my sister! They had exactly the same body type, but Dianna was teeny! Anywho, she had never seen Temple Square, so she came with Shae, and Shae being the grand Cruise Director, exhausted her out. She ended up curled up on a bench in the Joseph Smith Building, trying to regain some energy. But she loved it.

And now I hear that everyone survived without me, and my life is pretty grand, excepting the fact that I have to go to work in 3 hours, and I haven't even washed my face or changed my clothes or done any morning stuff. Ah well, that IS what summer is all about.

Luvers to you all!

-Middi

To me.....coming from you.....'friend'...is...a four....lettered word....

2005-05-31T15:12:00.000-07:00

End...is...the only part of the word....that I heard! Call me morbid...or absurd....but to me.............coming from you............'friend'...is...a four...lettered word.

I love Cake. They are insanely awesome, strange and yet very cool. Normal cake steeped in cold milk also makes my day. Mmmmmm-mmmmm......

So, I shall resist the strange urge to write incredibly odd poems that rhyme way too much this time, but let me tell you, it's hard. I only do this for the sake of Squid-lid's poor poet's soul, which is no doubt plotting to secretly strangle me with my own hair in the dark of the night when I am wrapped snugly in my security blanket, literal and otherwise, soundly unaware of the dangerous potential of my own pride and warmth....or maybe I'd just rather waste away in front of HExic instead.

I used to BEEEEE a little boy!!!!
So old...in my shoes
And what I choose....is my voice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love....
I send this smile over to you...

Morbid, yes, but otherwise a very good song. Smashing Pumpkins really is a good band! Just a little depressing in some otherwise good songs......

The world is a vampire........sent to dray-ee-ay-ee-ayn......

A'it I'll stop. Now, in other news......

Tia's birthday is in 5 days for all those too ignorant to know. In other words, anyone who doesn't know/read my blog. Which makes this pointless, but La-laLA-lala.......did that ever stop me?

Anywho, I'm really not excited for my birthday. I mean, there isn't really anything that I want to to do. I don't want anything in particular, and I cannot think of one single person that I'd like to go out with. I can't even get my liscense yet, simply because I know I'm not ready. So, there really isn't anything grand to come from being 16 so far. Plus it's on a Sunday. A Fast Sunday, no less. And what's even more sad is that I don't care about that, there's so little that I'm looking forward to. Mere......

I shall stop being a prat and simply enjoy my weekend. And I will, since I have decided to go on my choir trip and Brit's party is Saturday. If my Sweet 16 won't be fab, I'm sure hers will. Or at least, it will be highly amusing for me. :D

Woohoo!

_Middi_

Over your waving legs and sprawled body....I saw him.......looking at you.

2005-05-21T21:27:00.000-07:00

Booboop-dedoop!

So, life is decently grand! Got into SandG and so did many friends, with re-auditions for the rest! Fabuloso.....

Well, the week was slow, and the bread was dough, but however we go, how' slow, we'll flow.

While the crack was Jack, with the work full of slack and none'a her slim jims follow their whims.

Yet Abe still flies, high in night-rise, the funky dude flashes signs (not the nude) and she sighs...

Still life whistles on, the TP all gone, dumped bluntly over fences, framing friends for un-offences.

Memories cling, strange men sing, and bi-sissies (annoyed at teenage wussies), warn of stupidousities.

So! life goes on, while a little bit long (at least on blog), and soon you'll see, why, essentially, I am

me.

-Middi

Lonely.....I'm so lonely.....

2005-04-30T15:53:00.000-07:00

I have nobody, to call my oooOOWN!! I truly am wicked tired and confused. Actually I am not, but I do feel rather ticked right now, if only becuase there are so many I want to/should/can't do right now. I also seem to have an inordinant amount of anger stored up in me, because I couldn't keep on reading that book I was reading. They were in the time that all us Americans were kicking out all us Indians, and it just makes me mad. They were so freaking helpless, and if I was there back then I probably wouldn't have helped much because I would've just slugged the stupid, freaking selfish Americans, whether or not I was on their side. I hate stupid, prejudiced people that stereotype to the point that's deadly. No, more like I hate people that take away all hope for other people, considering that's what I'm afraid of. Jerks!

*sits and fumes for several minutes, listening to Holiday*

So, sorry to get all spazzy on you, but I am just frankly rather irritated with the world because I should do so many things right now, but I don't want to do them, and some I couldn't do, so life is just frustrating. The only thing that I can think of doing is sit here rotting, with my stupid crick in my neck.

*sigh*

I am going to go play hexic and then scribble away like mad in my notebook. Maybe later, if I feel better, I'll go running, cause heaven knows it's dangerous to have so much suppressed energy.

Lovingly and smotheringly yours,

Middi

Heeeeeeeeere's when she meets Prince Chaaaarming!!!! But she won't.....discover that it's him, till chapter 3!!!!

2005-04-02T20:37:00.000-08:00

Yay! Kirsten has just informed me that the ACT or whatever is going to put on "Beauty and the Beast"! I am SO totally trying out for that! YAY! That so totally rocks!

I think that now I have to go watch it....like 5 times! And sing along!

WOOO!

Wow, way too hyped. Now I must go and freeze my half-dessicated bunny for Stacie and read Bash's Blog. So much to do! So much to eat! SO much time to SLEEP!

Golly, I love spring break.

Things that go squish in the night.....

2005-03-26T12:50:00.000-08:00

The house was dark. No one was home. Perhaps she shouldn't be bothered by this, but ever since 9 days ago, the 4th of July, she had been edgy. As soon as she'd walk in her house, her very essence would shrink, as if in response to an oppresive entity, taking hold of her home.

But that was nonsense, or so she told herself. Nothing was there, haunting her innermost habitat. Hiding around corners. Sneaking under the door cracks. She was completely alone, and had been since her roommate had left on vacation. Screw her Romanian instinct. It hadn't showed up so far in life, so it certainly wouldn't choose to make an appearance now.

Slowly she paced into the living room, her damp bag and closed umbrella clutched to her side. The ominous aura of the house worsened, punctuated by thunderous roars from the raging torrent outside. As she moved in deeper, nearly shaking, her wet head pounded from feelings of forebodence.

Weakly dropping her bag, she turned towards the kitchen, what seemed to be the center of the malign atmosphere. Inching closer, she thought she heard a low rumble, like a waking Rot Weiler noticing the breach on his territory. Now she was quaking, past any doubts. Thoughts flitted through her mind of what it might be and what she might have done to bring it on....and if she would even survive to find out.

The rumble stopped abruptly as her left hand touched the doorknob and turned, her right tightening around the umbrella. Delicately pushing the door open, she peered reluctantly at the widening gash, trying to make out the blurred edges of counters and tables in the dark. Not hearing or seeing anything dangerous, she pushed more confidently and flipped the light switch, wondering if it was just a product of her twisted mind.

A sharp snarl cut through her new-found confidence, stripping it down like teeth does the juicy flesh off bones. The stench of decay assailed her nose as a morbid lump rolled toward her, squelching awfully. It's snarl lengthened into a deep growl, it's bruised flesh livid with flushes of crimson, spiraling and branching off like flowing veins giving life to the ghoulish monster at her feet.

Suddenly it all made sense. Her mind traveled back to the seemingly innocent 4th of July picnic she'd had with her friends. The horror stories her mother told her when she was young, of inanimate substances retaining a vampiric essence if left out too long after a day of great emotion. The watermelon she had brought to the picnic, but had taken home uncut and uneaten. The mass of pure malignant decay below her.

The horror of her discovery reached her, the knowledge of her last seconds slipping away. Despair overcoming all, she screamed, overcoming the sound of the nearing excresence, crushing any hope left....

"That, however, is nowhere as bizarre as this fruit-based nugget of information pkyyr (aka The Sis) pointed out to me. Apparently, the Roma of the Balkans believed in VAMPIRE WATERMELONS. I kid you not. I don't know about the veracity of this legend, but I do know that in our food microbiology practical, the watermelon juice sample turned out the highest count of bacteria. In fact, the bacterial count of watermelon juice was so high our professor said that if he could replicate the results, he would very shortly be writing a nice little letter to the fruit juice stall people. I'm sure at least some of those bacteria we found were haemolytic (blood-cell-lysing), so perhaps there's a biochemical explanation for this particular folk legend. You think?Now you know why I have such a great and undying love for the Balkans region. Watermelons rolling around yards and growling threateningly at people. Here I thought I was crazy.

*wonders if Vladimir's book on Slavic vampirism has a chapter on watermelons*"

Hehe...just thought you'd enjoy my little story there. Interesting smidgeon of info there, eh? That site's a piece of work too. Now I'm going back to my returned madre and stick-skinny brother.

-T

Wannabe!

2005-03-22T21:25:00.000-08:00

Yes, ladies and gent. I am a wannabe.

I wannabe in Scarlet and Gold!

Our concert tonight wasn't too horrible, and was, in fact, probably our best this year! Brava! Scarlet and Gold sounded awesome of course, making me wish I could be in there *deep yearning*.....ah me, ah my. Missy Kim did un fabuloso job on the piano! She was the star of our best song, "Weep No More". GORGEOUS song alone, and absolutely sidereal with the piano.

So, all in all, the concert was grand. Mandy nearly had a spazzy attack while her choir sang because one guy came in too early, and another guy turned around, in the middle of the song, and said, "You should've yelled, 'Just kidding!'" That was pretty funny.

And now I must go, and do the things teachers command. I know that they will find a way to make me feel in pain. I will go, I will do, the crud they give to me. I know that they'll provide a way, they will make me obey.

Wow. I'm stopping now while I'm only half a mile behind.

: D

-Middi

giggles and wiggles little cute butt like a strange anime schoolgirl

2005-03-09T21:56:00.000-08:00

*squeals and wiggles cute anime butt more*

I'm SORRY! Okay! Gosh! I can't help it! But that perfectly describes what mood I'm in!! So get over it!

: D

I'm sorry! But I'm in the weirdest, happyhappyjoyjoyhappyhappyjoyjoy mood ever! And I can't tell you why!

So, for now I shall simply say that I got Mandy grounded from now until forever and kingdom come (or at least until her 16th b-day), and "The Big Country" happens to be the greatest song ever! Totally inspirational!

Wow. I just read my last sentence and realized how sad and superficial I am that I can follow up an announcement like that with a comment like that! Which shows you what kind of mood I'm in!

Ok, this is just a spazzy, nonsense post, and I'm just going to post it! So nrgh!

-Midi

Tar and feather me already! Get it over with!

2005-03-07T17:29:00.000-08:00

Ok, so I was gone. NO, I did not fake being sick! I would'e only gotten 3.5 hours of sleep last night, if I had gone to la escuela. I got a migraine from being on the computer too long and staying up to do my English, hence I did not fall asleep till 2 AM. Not pretty.

So......I bartered a few extra hours of sleep for a day of slavitude in mi madre's service, which was why I was at Wal-Mart. Consequently looking at eyeliner. But hey! If I was going to be forced to be there, I might as well. And believe me, I hadn't wanted to go.

This may not seem like typical sickie behaviour, but my mother does not believe in sickie's getting rest because they are incapacitated. She believes that it is a fair trade off to make them work and do errands and such. Like going to Costco and lugging all the supersized, jumbo hot pockets and granola bars into the cart. Which I did. But I got a huge chocolate muffin in the bargain, so I'm not complaining.

Ah well, now I am off to do all the homework that I missed hoy. Ah, what a shame. And I hear that there is a supposed Chem test tomorrow? Ah, I shall definitely not be doing that! MUWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

Au revoir!

-Midori Ko

"'That thing you put on me, it broke!'" snigger I think I just drooled on the phone!"

2005-02-27T20:46:00.000-08:00

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.

"The Lovely Day That the Girl Have Ever Seen" by Tia

2005-02-23T20:25:00.000-08:00

"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

Yay!

2005-02-21T19:44:00.000-08:00

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!

Woowoo....

2005-02-20T20:58:00.000-08:00

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

"In the summer, when I'm bigger...."

2005-02-20T01:04:00.000-08:00

*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....

: )

wow.....I feel emotionally drained. And rather prickled.

2005-02-19T22:59:00.000-08:00

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

Take my puppy everywhere....Lalalala...I wouldn't care....

2005-02-17T18:47:00.000-08:00

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

jolly ranchers + incense + hot running water + sardonic writings by British folk = the cure for the common cold

2005-02-01T21:15:00.000-08:00

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

"It appears your film's, uh, been interrupted...because you're a maggot."

2005-01-15T21:49:00.000-08:00

La...lalalalaLA...lalalalaLAAAA! Lalalalala....lalalalala....lalalalala..NININININIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!

Oh, those almost angelical bunnies...their ethereal chords striking oneself in such a manner as to produce the purest form of joy that has been felt. So untouched and unsullied...such lyircal wonders could hardly be copied let alone rendered beauteous by any other performer.

Whoa! My brain just totally turned on and it is not even during the school week. Holy! It's so unreliable! It just goes on automatic, ignores me when I need it, and whirs up when I'm trying to relax. Nrgh....

So, if you want to know about my day, read Renny's blog, pretty much. It was good fun, especially the walk to Krissy's house, where we stopped at several different places on the way to warm our frozen bodies. RedRum!

The rest of today consisted of laying around with Squid-Child, watching random things on the internet, ("I am alone...and you are a maggot!") and not cooking my banana bread enough, so that the middle was doughy (I still ate it (Mandy made me put choco chips in it, which really just made it into cookie bread, but whatever)). It was jolly good fun. And now I am sitting at the puter with my blanket wrapped tightly around me, listening to Queen, playing Hexic, and trying to write this blog, which is harder than you'd think, considering the distracting voices in my head, quoting random movies and stupid internet videos....Wendy, give me the bat...

In any case, life is swell, though my Spanish presentation still isn't done. *guilty look* Poor Ashley...I'm such a frustrating partner. And my hair is clean! Which is random, yet good, cause I'll tell ya, it was getting pretty freaky there...........

............................*awkward silence*.................................

O...k....we'll not discuss that here. Instead we will close with a bunch of random statements that will make no sense to almost anyone and will not be appreciated by them either, but I must use in order to keep up the appearance of insanity....whatever.

She keeps some Moet and Chandon, in a pretty cabinet.
"Let them eat cake." she says, just like Marie Antoinette!!!
A built in remedy for Kruchnov and Kennedy.
At anytime, an invitation you can decline...

Caviar and cigarettes, well versed in ettiquette
Extraordinarily NICE!
She's a killer...queEENN!!!
Gun powder, gelotine,
Dynamite with a laser beam!
Guaranteed to blow your mind!
Anytime!!!!

To avoid complications, she never kept the same address,
In conversation, she spoke just like a baroness...
Met a man from China, went down to Geisha Minuh.
Then again, incidentally, she was that way inclined....

Perfume came naturally from Paris,
Because she couldn't care less....
Prestigious and Precise!

Wanna try?

"WHOA! The red crayon I licked this morning is still in my pocket!"

2005-01-11T19:05:00.000-08:00

*mad giggling by Ren*

Whoa, that lasted like 111 minutes....or something.....man, I never thought such noises could come out of somebody. But Renny proved me wrong. I shall never be surprised again. NEVER!

"Random Mad Sputterings by Ren! 111 minutes of pure unforced sounds, naturally caused by the purest idiotical random wittiscms by such famed randomositers as Katy, Kim, and the sweet blatherings of Tia. Nothing will prepare you for these pure, unadulterated noises. You might expect to pay $39.99 for this fabulous collection, but NO! With us you can pay 3 easy installments of $119.95! And if you call and order now, you can also recieve "Peace of Mind" for only 34.95! (call now, at 801-867-5309)"

"Schoolgirl on Being Hot and How to Talk to Girls....."

Next time a frog leaps for your throat, just stick your hand up, channel that attitude, and say, "Oh, no you di'n't!!"

"Boogidy! Boogidy! I'll scare your dad!"

"DO NOT RESUSCITATE"

"I like the hite...hot.hot.hot.hot guys..."

....-_-........o_-.......O_o........O_O...............

2005-01-10T20:11:00.000-08:00

*tweak*

I have nothing to say. I should be researching and translating things for Spanish, or at least attempting to study for the-heinous-test-in-that-class-which-shall-not-be-*cough*.....buuuuutttt........I'm not. Instead I am digesting large amounts of what appears to be a fat gellous substance with pure sugar injected through the outer layer. Wow. Fat can't even begin to describe how I feel.

So.......I think tomorrow I'll go sledding and maybe I'll drag my/Mandy's Matt with me. I feel bad because I didn't have a snowball fight with him. I'm ticked that I didn't drag him a long with me to Mandy's house. We would have had a better chance with him on our side!

Man.....

Ugh. I feel the chocolate alright.

WHOA! THERE'S PEOPLE OUT THERE! I'll see if they want to run away with me.....

Greetings from Boise.

2005-01-01T01:22:00.000-08:00

Hey, sweets! I am just apologizing for not keeping all the plans that I made. Like going to the dance. I'm sorry, but it's a little hard to go to a dance in Kennewick when you are in a completely different state. yes, I am in Boise. It was an abrupt thing. Literally. I was in the dressing room at JCPenney's when my mom opens the door and says, we're going to Boise.

So just like that, we go. And it was a long and interesting thing, I'll tell ya.

So, Happy New Years. I love you all!

Think of me...think of me fondly....when...we say goodbye....

2004-12-29T22:05:00.000-08:00

Wow. I hope everybody's day wasn't as topsy-turvy as mine. I was going up and down all over the place, ecstatic one second and crying the next. Now I just feel numb. And slightly weepy. Now, DON'T PANIC. I am not depressed, at least not anymore. I'm just really sensitive right now, and any time I start singing Phantom of the Opera in my head, I start getting teary. It's a weird mood. And, no, I'm not PMSing.

Even waking up was weird. I woke up singing "Think of Me" in my head, and after going on for a few more lines, I realized how strange it was and marvelled at my odd brain. Then I noticed how much more illuminated my room was. I jumped up and YAY! SNOW! Cool!

So, remembering fond memories of last year's snowfall, I call up Mandy and try to get her to come over, though I really shouldn't bother because she is horrendous at getting to coming over to your house. The only real way that you can get her is by showing up at her house, doing her work for her (it only takes 10 minutes, but in Mandy World it takes 10 HOURS! No, I am NOT joking. It took her that long today.), and kidnapping her.

Feeling exasperated, especially as I had turned down Kirsten and Felicia and Krissy ( sorry I didn't call back! Kirsten got to me first.) to play, I went to Phantom of the Opera yet again con mi hermana y mi madre. I was SO JAZZED. I love that movie. But it's kind of a love/hate relationship; actually, more like a love/misery relationship. So, we go to the movies, eating our macaroni on the way (Mom is actually eating sweet peppers stuffed with my Grandma's cheeseball) and lo-and-behold! Who do we run into but Alex and Ren and the gang. Wow, nice timing. I didn't really get to talk to y'all. Sorry about that.

Finally we get in the theater, and I'm way excited because I am strangely obssessed with this movie right now. It was really cool, yet again, and I caught more things this time than the last. And yesterday I cried watching the end, when he's playing his little monkey music box, but today, I let it out, and it wouldn't stop! It wasn't the, "Oh, how tragic...." crying, it was the, "My husband left me because I've been diagnosed with Severe Ugliness Syndrome (a disease they made up just for me), I'm bankrupt with no family, and to top it all off, I'm PMSing..." crying. In other words, racking sobs that I had to fight to keep in while the movie ended. It was horrible! And I couldn't even hold out, because we stayed till the credits were done, and I just buried my head in my mom's shoulder and sobbed.

I don't know why. It was heinous and embarassing, and I felt miserable. So then we run off and eventually get home, and by then the misery has set in. I officially have no hope, no happiness, and don't know what I'm living for. It, in a word, SUCKED. And I just knew that I couldn't make it better, and had to live it out, when all I really wanted to do was curl up under the blankets and cry myself to sleep. This was at 5 PM, folks.

And the whole time I was depressed because I couldn't listen to or watch The Phantom of the Opera, or do anything. That was all I wanted to do. I was posessed. Nothing appealed to me if it didn't somehow involve that story. It was agony to think about it, and it sent me into tears every time I did. So I basically cried all afternoon.

I was miserable all the way through dinner, and so on, till about 8, when I spent 10 minutes fixing the lighting around my piano to match my mood. After reaching the proper gloominess, I played Moonlight Sonata several times as that fit the atmosphere of the room and my attitude.

Then, a glimmer of hope shone through as I remembered a music book that we had boughten a few years back. It hadn't interested me much then, but now I was desperate.

It was the Andrew Loyd Webber's Anthology for piano.

Glory, how my mood went up. Just playing through those songs made me soooo happy. And after playing for a bit, I got the best idea. I decided that I could sing one of the songs for Scarlet and Gold auditions! Heck, that made me downright giggle with glee. I was so thrilled. That is, if I found a song that I could sing and still be impressive. "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again". Pretty song. A bit high, but I think I can pull it off.

Anywho, the short of it (though if you've gotten this far, it hasn't been short) is that I had one of my weird obssessive moments. They occur occasionally, and generally go away within the period of a week or 2. So, I'm not over it, just satisfied for now. Have no fears though, I'm fine. I may spontaneously break out in tears, but that's just the voices singing in my head. They make me.

"Hm? What? Oh...yes, I do crave attention."

2004-12-27T17:01:00.000-08:00

Hello, mein freunden. This was a fabulous day, full of video cameras, chocolate, and possessed playground equipment. What else was necesary? Well, KIM might of made it better....but we won't go into that.

So, I've decided that I am a sad child that must live off of other peoples opinions and ability to laugh at me. Why else would I smear chocolate all over my mouth and face and start twitching to be recorded on tape? You'd think I was craving attention, or something. *eyes rolling* I mean, seriously. Who would think I crave attention. The idea is ridiculous! Gosh!

: P

Anywho. Has taken me aproximately 5 hours to finish this post, and now I am talking to Manda. I miss her, I do. Poor soul, she has to move again. And not very much closer.

Sad.

Ok, I'm going to focus on her now.

Deflowering, my baby....
Aiyee my baby me,
I must be crazy....

See, I'm swazy...

feliz navidad.....

2004-12-23T23:22:00.000-08:00

Hello, mein freunden! Have fabulously awesome Christmas's, if you can!

Ren, why didn't you tell me to stop being selfish and go read your blog! Of course I shall pray for them, wholeheartedly. I'm sorry that you have to go through this so close to Christmas, but, honey, none of it was your fault. you did the right thing, no matter what you may think. It's good to feel compassion for them and to feel the need to help, that's all part of the forgiveness process, no doubt.

Have no fears or worries. Christmas is near. Christ is there for all of us, which he demonstrated when he died for us, so your parents will be watched over and taken care of. Don't worry, love. Be grateful for the season and go on praying. All will be well.

Where're the bath salts?!?!?!?!

2004-12-21T18:45:00.000-08:00

So....I'm an emotional wreck. I love you all, and I've decided that I am now only giving small, light things for Christmas and I will do cool things for birthdays. Because then I can think out incredibly awesome things for everyone. But now.....the stress is getting to me, and I don't know who to get presents for, and I've eaten NOTHING healthy for the past 4 days so my body is FREAKING out. So I am going to take a bath right now, and you know things are bad when I have to take a bath, because I ABHOR baths....

Ok, now that I have gotten that out, I would just like to ask you all to NOT worry about me. Believe me, I'm fine. Asking me if I'm fine will not help, though I do appreciate your love and concern. You are helping me now, even if you don't read this, by just allowing me to rampage a small while. So thank you for...well....actually thank the person who created the internet and the keyboard, and, what the hey, while we're at it, the monitor, for allowing me to vent my problems for all to not hear.

So, goodnight my dear friends! You shall not hear from me for a time, though I may actually see you tomorrow to give you presents...but besides that, I shall be withdrawing to focus on my family the rest of the week. Though I may talk to you online...Ah, screw it, I'll be in touch....

Man, now I know why I didn't miss my brother as much as I should....

2004-12-17T21:29:00.000-08:00

...he brings high school home so I have no where to hide. I hate it. He comes home and suddenly our house is filled with pretty, popular people that I don't feel comfortable around, and then I can't act like I'm home, I can't run around with my hair wild in my PJ pants, or at least I feel like a freak when I do, which is every time they come over. Man it sucks.

What sucks even more is that I was over at Josh's house with Hilde and Drew and all was hunky-dorey, and then my parents come try and get me, and I tried to resist, I did, but they're all, "No, we came to get you, you're coming home with us..."

So, we turn into the development and there are trucks and sports cars parked all around our house, and I think, "Oh crap. I remember this feeling." The feeling that you have no place to hide. That the only place you're safe is your room! But, no, I will not let them take over my house too, so I have to walk around and go downstairs and look like utter crap, because this is where I get to relax and forget about our screwed up world with its misgivings and messed up ideas abvout how a person should look/act.

Incidentally, I didn't want to come home. If my parents had let me go to the dance like I was supposed to, I wouldn't be home! I'd be dancing a storm with Mandy and Hilde! But NO! They refuse, because they don't seem to understand the concept of going with a "large group of girls". They think that it's a date dance, so there won't be anything for us to do!

AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

I'M SORRY IF I SOUND LIKE A SPOILED BRAT, BUT MY PARENTS CAN JUST.................

NEVERMIND!!!!!!!

UGH! I wish they would stop treating my life like it was nothing, like anything that makes me sad is worth laughing over! I don't CARE if I haven't experienced enough of life and the world to know that there are infinitely worse things! I realize that, but I haven't experienced them yet so I am going to stress out, and cry over the problems that I have!

.....................................................................................

Man, I feel like biting someone and then start screaming. And I feel like running back up to Branden's. Because I feel like dirt, and I want to be around people that care and that will leave me alone and not laugh at my "petty" problems. And my hands smell like smoke from burning an effigy of Chesterfield.

So, I am pretty good on my raving factor,m and now I am going to go get myself more steemed up by raving on in my journal.....

gosh......

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2004-12-14T20:35:00.000-08:00

nnnnrrgggggghhhhh.........

Homrones suck. So do hormones for that matter. I swear I'm dyslexic. Or doped up on pain killers (no Josh, I did NOT take any more after we talked).

What kind of sick person made up the name for that disease anyway.
Dyslexic....yexilsd........slixeyd.....yledisc.....................sadist.

So, fellow peeps, I feel somehow cut off from the world aka mein freunden. I've been focusing on myslef too much. So the next time you see me, smack me upside the head and tell me to stop being so selfish.....

; )

I gotta go, the parentlas will be upset! I love you all!

-Midori

Hehe....I like cats too! Let's swap recipes......evil look

2004-12-09T20:58:00.000-08:00

AAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BACK! by popular demand and unnerving threatenings of mouth-to-mouth with Ren, is TIA!!!!! She hasn't been all over the world, let alone our country, she speaks to thousands of people each day (whether they actually listen, we're not sure), she inspires everyone she meets to buy baked potato chips and shout out in random, reckless abandon, and she's here! In the beautifully brown, wind-blown Tri-Cities area aka her den.

So, how're ya, peeps? I'll tell ya how I am. I'm fine and dandy. You know why? Because my dinner is secured for the next week! Yessiree, you know it! I've done and gone catched me a cat!

You know, it really isn't all that hard to get you one o'them suckers. They're reeeeeaaaaaal desperate-like, especially when they've been living out among the bush fer 'bout....hmmmm......3 weeks. Yep, sounds right. SO, you wait 'em out and starve 'em fer a bit, waiting till they're all a-keenin' and a-pinin' fer some warmth and food. Then, you stand by, all butter and cream, garage control in yer hot lil hand, while the sucker ambles on in. Then, lightnin' quick, you slam down on that thar button and gloat triumphantly as the critter stares as the door slowly seals its doom. Well, then, ya ain't got nuthin' more to worry yer pretty lil head 'bout...Oh! I fergot ta mention....before you stand by all patient-like, ready to reel 'em in, you take yer car out fo' a real nice drive and ya heat that thar engine up good, so when they're a-settin' in yer garage, trying to hide from ya ( they can smeel a predater nigh as good as they can smeel fear!), they creep on up in that nice and warm engine! An' then ya go on inside and read yer "Red Neck's Guide ta Runnin' Down yer Dinner" fer some time, mabeh 6 er so hours and then ya run on outside to yer '72 Ford pickup and pop the hood ( ya might want to start the poppin' a half hour early, seein' as how that hood won't pop up in no clean way that I know) and as that fancy-pants cook on ther tv screen yells, "BAM!" Ya got yerself some good, tender critter meat that'll set ya up for near ten days, it will!

Yessiree, I can't wait till tomorrah! I'm a-gonna make me a nice Cat's Ribs on Rye sandwich fer dinner. *salivating....*

Hello?!? It's only 11 PM there?

2004-11-28T23:21:00.000-08:00

What do you guys think you're doing?!?! It's only 11 PM! The night is young! And it's 12 AM here! Why aren't you online talking to me? Gosh, you'd think that it was a school night and you were sleeping, or something retarded like that. GOSH!

So wake up and talk to me! Am I going to have to become the blog version of Alex harassing everyone to email her? Huh? HUH?

Yeah, whatever. I'll be home tomorrow. I'll chastise you then, or Tuesday.

Adios, slackers.

-Midori

sniffle, sniffle

2004-11-28T16:04:00.000-08:00

Well.....the house is quiet. No wild giggles from a broken baby. No triumphant shouts of joy from mismatched card players. No chattering cousins squishing into the living room, like it was a telephone booth and they were going to beat that world record, gosh darn it. No more of Papa's famous fudge *weeping bitterly*. No slapping hands from evil sisters who won't let you ruin your hair. * grumble* She's goin' down if she does that at Christmas too.

*sigh*

Sadly, the only thing that there is anything left of is cold weather and chicken from KFC. Well...I'm leaving the cold weather, and whoever said leftover KFC was a bad thing? In fact, right now it sounds really good.

Sorry, luvs. The chicken's calling me. It's not my fault that I can't ignore the call of the wild.

-Midori

eroding....ERODING!!!!

2004-11-24T13:39:00.000-08:00

After 5 hours in-a-closed-in-area-with-a-dog-in-my-face-and-no-where-to-stretch-my-legs, you can not expect this to be a nice post, where I write interesting things, and tell you all how I love you. so if you want to be spared my selfishness and immaturity, just skip to the long-deep-breath.

I am such a rotten person. I get to spend a week in Boise, (6 days) see ALL my fabulous family, skip 2 days os school, and I'm sulking cause I'd rather be home with my friends. I'm SORRY! But I would!

Yeah. What bites is that I'm going to have to hang around here till Monday when mi madre amable (not) is staying here and mi papa y yo are coming home. So, I get to drive 5 hours one day and then go to school the next with no mother. Meanwhile, I have to endure all the family people. Believe me, I love my family, even the extended ones, but I don't have anything in common with almost ANY of my cousins! They're all beautiful and talented (Ren, Alex, don't give me that crap that I am beautiful and talented! I think all of my friends are beautiful and talented too, but that's because I KNOW them. Really KNOW them! KNOW that they are wonderful people! These people just glow with it as soon as you see them ) people, that I don't really want to be around!!!! So sue me! I love them, and when we were 8 yrs-old, we had a blast, but now it's just awkward, because none of them are like me! THEY'RE ALL *snarle* *twitch*

POPULAR!!!!!!

AARRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!

And, man, it bugs the heck out of me, when they try to be my friend when we so obviously have nothing in common!

*long, deep breath* Okay, I'm done ranting. I am just sad, because I won't get to see any of you or my other friends for a week, and I can't go to the dance (sorry, Ren) or church because we aren't leaving till Monday. Believe me. I tried to get a ride home with Jackie and the Elkins and then hibernate at Mandy's for the weekend, but they were leaving too early. So, I'm being tragic and a slight brat.

But....I will mellow out, once I see Grandmama and Papa and my sister and Bry-Bry (imagine a baby voice right there). We're in my grandparents house, but they aren't home. We've been here for an hour now, too!

Well, I've ranted and calmed down. So, I hope y'all have a great Thanksgiving, if I don't write again till then! Holy mother, I can smell the rolls baking and it's killing me!

-Midori

I wonder if Mormon dentists carry blessed novocaine instead of blessing oil?

2004-11-23T18:03:00.000-08:00

the numbing....THE NUMBING!!!

Man, my mouth could be used as testing area for microscopic war weapons! I swear, I didn't feel a thing today at the dentist! whichmayhavetodowithmeaskingtobeshotuptwicemore....BUT DON'T TELL MY NURSE!

*ahem* Anyway. So I sat in the dental area, and soon they had me down, confused and affrighted (I like that word!), looking up to see a strange man watching me. He seemed to be well-acquainted with the man with the shiny, pointy thing in my mouth, or at least I would think anyone who let someone sit in on some fillings and ask many odd questions should be acquainted with them.

So, after calming my self, and realizing that I couldn't get out until I had observed their strange ways, I started listening intently, trying to glean information from their conversation. This is what I found. The guy walking around me, staring down my throat, was an odd Mormon child, who was married. Also, though not exactly comforting, I learned that he proposed to his wife by having his cop-friend and 3 squad cars full arrest him in her apartment. Afte they searched him and hassled her, they took him outside, with her trailing along, and forced him down on his knees to propose. At this point they were reassured that she did sufficiently abuse and maim him before she said yes.

Also! I learned that my dentist was Mormon too! I mean, who wouldn't be, if they'd lived in Utah for 10 years, and married someone from Idaho! Not to mention he is a bishop of another ward in another stake. So now I'm not afraid to go to the dentist, because anyone who is in the Lord's service has to have protection and blessings and can't go wrong with my mouth!

And so I leave this with you. Can they bless the novocaine before they use it? They must. Because......heavens.....

.................it feels gooooooooddd.............

Nrghh.....

2004-11-20T16:47:00.000-08:00

IT CAN DIE!!!!!!!!!

I JUST WROTE A FREAKING LONG POST THAT WAS ALL EMOTIONAL AND GOOD AND ACTUALLY NOT CENTERED ON ME FOR ONCE!!!!!

BUT GUESS WHAT!

THE FREAKING SITE MESSED UP AND FREAKING DELETED IT! AND NOW MY POST IS ABOUT ME! ALL ME!!!

*heavy, concentrated breathing, slowly steadying* thank you all for bearing with me just now. if you will, just imagine the best anyone can say about you, and imagine that i wrote it on my post before it *twitch* deleted it.

Euphoria and novocaine....unuh, don't mix.

2004-11-17T17:20:00.000-08:00

Never again will I find fault with the bitter taste of novocaine. Never will I take a bite without relishing the easy way that the morsel moves in my mouth. Never again will I refuse to smile for anyone, knowing as I do now that there are far worse things than plump cheeks while smiling. Never again will I be hesitant to rest my ongoing chatter for a moment of sweet respite.

Yes, my dear friends. I have gone through the humbling experience of a lifetime, made even more poor by the simple fact of my having to go through it again tomorrow.

I went to the dentist.

And now when I smile it looks like I just had a stroke. The right side of my mouth doesn't go up when I smile, and even droops a little on it's own. I drool a bit too.

I hope it lasts till mutual.

Ya know what the best site on the internet is? Dictionary.com!

2004-11-16T20:49:00.000-08:00

Hoosha! Let's try that again!

euPHORia!!!!!!!!

And in case you didn't get that, EUPHORIAEUPHORIAeuphoriaEuPHoRIaeuphoria
EUPHoriAEUPHORIAeuphoriaEuPhOrIaeuphoriaEUphorIAEUPHORIAeuphoria

I have no life. AND I can't see what I am typing, because it is white coming up on a white screen. Oh, well. It's nine and I haven't done my homework. *slaps wrists* Bad girl! Go listen to some Queen for punishment!

2004-11-16T19:33:00.000-08:00

*ahem*

eu....

PHOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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depressing.....

2004-11-15T20:02:00.000-08:00

Man, Seattle is NOT a fun place. It was dirty and everyone wore black and never smiled. And then there are the homeless people Anytime I see homeless people I feel sad and guilty that I have it so good, and I ALWAYS get teary. It's not fun.

So, Brittany and I walked by an old man in dirty clotheswith his hands out, and I was so torn between giving him money or not. I kept walking on, but then I stopped and turned, staring back at him in agony. Brittany tried to comfort me, but I just felt torn and kept walking. And now I'm crying again. I don't care if I shouldn't give any money to them, it makes me feel depressed for days and so guilty.

I'm going to go have a good cry in my room. Maybe I'll overdose on Rock and then my brain will rot and I'll forget where the kitchen is and I'll die....

La lala lalaaaa.....

2004-11-14T18:02:00.000-08:00

You know, I get finished reading Renix's blog and Josh's blog, and then I go to mine, and the first thing I see is "Hey boy!" And I feel like I'm off in my own Lala town, on my Lala world, in my Lala universe (which I actually am). But the deep things that happen just seem to happen when I'm not around.

I could say a million things, but I only have a half hour till I have to leave, and I would almost exactly repeat everything everyone else said. But I do have to say one thing:

Josh, you jerk!

I'll tell you why later.

Renix ( that sounds weird, I'm gonna think of a new name for you.)...Reina....Dulces....Nieve......
I dunno. I kinda like Nieve. Ooh! How 'bout Fuerza? Hehe, funny Spanish people.

Okay, all seriousness has left me. I'll just have to see y'all later. I wish I could give you a hug, Renix/Dulce/Nieve/Fuerza!

*cyberhug*

Love y'all!

-Midori

PS Oooo! Guess what I got on my chem makeup test!

94%!!!!!

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

2004-11-13T17:11:00.000-08:00

Hey Boy!

*sigh* I love Queen. I'm sorry, but they mix 2 of my great loves, choir and rock, so therefore I cannot help but absolutely ADORE them!

Dining at the Ritz we'll meet at 9 (1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 o'clock )I will pay the bill, you taste the wine....

Okay. I'm over my momentary love spurt. Instead I am writing this when I should be putting the finishing touches on my talk. But, let me tell you, for a last minute job, it will work. Now I just need a story that will take up about 2 minutes and then I can write a conclusion. I've scoured lds.org, but I can't find any that I like. Maybe I'll just have to actually work and think up a story of my own. Dag-nabbit!

Sooooooooo. Since I only have about an hour to finish this before I go babysit, I shall post this random bit of nothing and set to thinking (I'll really just twirl in my seat and sing along to Queen and the Moulin Rouge soundtrack : )

Adios mis amigos fantasticos! Estoy estarar muy feliz, manana cuando yo ve Uds. Buenos noches! Yo quiero todas las felicidades en el mundo para sus!

-Midori

which relationship are you in/wish to be in?

2004-11-12T19:49:00.000-08:00

O....k...... That was weird. I just clicked on the place for the title, and you know how sometimes your computer will remember things you've typed in before? Well....it came up with that. Maybe I was sleep typing again. Drat. That doesn't speak well for my social life.

Well, I was just going to type some random sentence and get off, but now I'm typing, so.... Nungh!

Ugh...I have to give a talk Sunday. I don't want to, but then again no one does. But (sorry Alex, I know my lack of spiritual enthusiasm is saddenning) I also don't want to write my talk.

Whoa! Random moment of spontaneity!

"Did you say, ' Billy, I love you...' "

All in a British accent.

Okay, the brain just did an automatic shutdown. I'm going to post this, then fall off my chair and start foaming at the mouth and twitching.

Post!

*twitch*