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*.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
One of these things is not like the other one....
Hahahahahahahahahaha! I love myself....And, by the way, I'm going to see Cloverfield this Friday with Sarah....and Sam *slow smile*.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Blood-letting and AZ-Town
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.
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.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Scandalous!
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*
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*
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Ragings of the Insomniac
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.
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.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Monsters, girl.
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.
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.
Friday, August 05, 2005
Ada Doom "I saw something nasty in the woodshed!" Earl P. Neck "Sure you did, but did it see you, baby?"
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
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
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Yo speiken le espanol!
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
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
Friday, July 08, 2005
Speak
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
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
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
NEVER run with wet socks.....NEVER!!!!!!
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
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
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
I just noticed, 3 titles of my last 5 blogs are song lyrics....
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
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
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
To me.....coming from you.....'friend'...is...a four....lettered word....
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_
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_
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Over your waving legs and sprawled body....I saw him.......looking at you.
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
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
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Lonely.....I'm so lonely.....
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
*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
Saturday, April 02, 2005
Heeeeeeeeere's when she meets Prince Chaaaarming!!!! But she won't.....discover that it's him, till chapter 3!!!!
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.
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.
Saturday, March 26, 2005
Things that go squish in the night.....
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
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
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Wannabe!
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
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
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
*giggles and wiggles little cute butt like a strange anime schoolgirl*
*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
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
Monday, March 07, 2005
Tar and feather me already! Get it over with!
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
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
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