Friday, February 16, 2007

Three Questions

One last post.

I have realized that, in accordance with certain traditions, I am now obliged to answer three questions. Now, I only have to answer them. I don't have to answer them honestly. I don't have to answer them politely. I don't have to answer them with great detail. I'll answer them how I see fit. "What's the point in asking questions if you're just going to lie?" Well, there is the off chance that you could outwit me somehow, I suppose.

Choose your questions wisely, because it's going to be awhile before you get another opportunity like this.

I will also be giving an answer to a fourth question of my choosing. I do not have to tell that question to you.

Sunday, April 30, 2006

April 30th, 2006

Recent gigs i have been to - not many. So theyve been shopping around for townhouses to rent, and Ive been informed that I wont be coming with them. Thier manager, Steve Perry of Journey, had made a hectic, busy touring schedule that strengthened the bands' chops and helped them gel together.

I was mad that my brother and mom where A holes and I couldn't go to a football game. I said stuff like leave me alone bitch and junk like that. Like the new Green Day CD American Idiot, and a new and beautiful wig so that I can cover this Mohawk with regular looking hair when I dont feel like spiking it. Afterwards, we were going to go to the American History museum, but it was already 3:30, and it closes at 5, so we decided to walk around and see the monuments and such.

I had not seen the Vietnam Memorial before, so that was cool.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

April 13th, 2006

I wonder what's playin' next on the radio?

I had been expecting the claims guy from my insurance company to come by my work yesterday and check out the damage on my vehicle from the accident I was in on Friday. As I said in yesterday's post, I'm a ballerina. Of course, I'm dressed like a crazy ballerina. Thus, it should come as no suprise to anyone that I dressed up for work today.

Miss These? Anyone who registers as Muslim should be required to take a loyalty oath. No one should dare to even think about being the Commander in Chief of this country if he doesn't believe with all his heart that our soldiers are liberators abroad and defenders of freedom at home.

Monday, April 3, 2006

April 3rd, 2006

Even at work, I was crankier than usual, which is saying alot.

I'm not saying though, that I won't tell you to fuck off if you're giving me more information than needed. Don't tell me that's bullshit, because I know you.

The fact that my nervous system is screwed now is not that surprising to me. But that doesn't stop the fact that I miss the feeling of intimacy in your diary, of knowing you in a raw and unedited way, as you are, with your mistakes as well as your perfection.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

March 30th, 2006

It sort of overtook me... and i hate that feeling.. i hate being afraid.. i just think this may have been another confirmation that i will do my best always and forever to never leave Gods side.

Though at times you just jotted down songs and poems, when you would really write you let everything go from your soul, and let it do the talking.

You're a horrible person and I feel nothing for you. Jenni told me that I hadn't changed and that I was still always there when someone needed me.

So how the fuck am I supposed to tell this girl that I cant handle seeing her when apparently everyone else can..? Anyway, this entry is lame and angsty, I just figured I'd try that out since apparently everyone thinks that anything I write is supposed to be funny or something. And then getting her to arrange a time with Lynn, so that I can tell her just with me and Tal there.

Oh and as to why I blanked the name; It could be a couple of people that Im talking about, and both read this diary.

What he stands for is false and hateful and on all levels I wish he would lay the fuck down so the rational America could bug-fuck the bastard into the dirt. If this poll is successful, our research will continue to find the loneliestablished and most magical number. If anyone has an uncle that works at the Icehouse, we think that would be rocking awesome.

Monday, March 13, 2006

March 13th, 2006

I hate Arkansas. I'm not sure why I'm settling instead of trying to do my bestablished I hate German and my teacher and I just want to cry and go back to spanish.

I saw this episode of Faking It, and they were trying to create a male model out of your basic... Everyday, I'm trying to be me, but people don't like that, they reject it.

This has been a very trying weekend for M and I.

But I have actually been keeping it up to date, which is good. It was actually very shocking.

Really good to have friends like that! First he lost his cell phone, and then his cell phone was broken, then he found out that he might have to move back to California.

I ran my hands over him seeing if there was some sort of way I could dislodge him - it was then that I discovered he had a bird perched on his head. I squeezed the bird and felt his heart beating and the fragile warmth of him. I felt his face and found that the bird was clutching onto his nose but otherwise motionless.

And that's all I've got to say right now. If you're interested, give me a holler.. oh, and is that Shuggie Otis album any good? Im interested in this and want to remember it and research it later.

Friday, March 3, 2006

March 3rd, 2006

I just wanted to let you know, because well, I thought it was pretty interesting and maybe you won't, but you know your layout? I wanted to share this.

I may be wrong about everything in regards to how well I think I know him, but I have faith that one day- maybe not for many years from now- he will understand what he's done. It's one thing if I am computering and I can just not copy that track or at least not put it in a playlist, but I am not a hundred-percent-online girl you know, and sometimes I need to sit in my big purple living-room chair with the Huge Glass Of Wine and a blanket on my lap like an old person and that necessitates use of the stereo, at least in our old-skool not-wired-for-sound house.

Well if you can believe it the computer froze up on me whilst I was trying to copy & paste something.