I don't have the internet at home amymore because our computer does not have a wireless card. We don't have a wireless card anymore because Brian had to give it back to his boss when he just decided not to go to work anymore. In most instances this is a bad idea, to just not go to work anymore. In reality though, it wasn't work Brain was going to, but slavery: working from 8am to 11 pm 6 days a week and maybe, maybe getting paid, $120.00 a week. Now he can look for a new job, or be my little house husband. Now I have the responsibility of paying rent.
Life is crazy, so I think I should serously start planning for the future. I dunno what to do.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Friday, March 10, 2006
It feels like my winds are full of sail...blargh.
mid-afternoon loneliness, head ringing with silence.
confession: I have 17 rolls of toilet paper.
That's 16 and one half more than you probably have.
E-Harmony dot com, because your naturally evolving relationship is not good enough.
E-Harmony dot com, because you can't possibly meet your one true love in your own hometown.
mid-afternoon loneliness, head ringing with silence.
confession: I have 17 rolls of toilet paper.
That's 16 and one half more than you probably have.
E-Harmony dot com, because your naturally evolving relationship is not good enough.
E-Harmony dot com, because you can't possibly meet your one true love in your own hometown.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Monday, February 27, 2006
Chicken and Biscuits is the best thing to happen to me in a long time.
I wanna rub warm biscuts all over my naked body.
I wanna climb the nearest water-tower and spraypaint "chicken and biscuits forever".
I totally had a Chicken and Biscuit-gasm.
--And just when I think things can't get better, I find berry blue-lemonade kool-aid in the cupboard. I'm drinking it right now..
"Ohh Yeah!"
I wanna rub warm biscuts all over my naked body.
I wanna climb the nearest water-tower and spraypaint "chicken and biscuits forever".
I totally had a Chicken and Biscuit-gasm.
--And just when I think things can't get better, I find berry blue-lemonade kool-aid in the cupboard. I'm drinking it right now..
"Ohh Yeah!"
Sunday, February 26, 2006
I Love Brian Lucas.
Brian must be my soulmate because he knows what Panda Bears have to say.
Brian is the cutest kind of cute that there is, you can't comprehend just how very cute that cute is because no mortal (except for me) has ever witnessed that much cute.
Brian is the rational voice in my head that figures out things I just don't get.
I love the silly songs he sings to me, and just how well he speaks "M'ercan".
I love how he sticks his tongue out everytime he sniffles.
It's silly how Brian is as stubborn and cranky as I am (though he doesn't realize it most of the time).
I just love to be with him, and walk around and drive around with him.
I like to have someone to care for and to be concerned about, I never have to feel lonely.
He makes me feel happy, and secure, and loved.
He makes me feel good about myself when I can't think of one thing that is good about me.
He is my friend, and he is my lover, he is my reading buddy, and my swimming buddy.
Brian buys me cookies and video games and things to keep me happy and fat.
Brian will do anything to make sure I'm happy, and feel loved.
I love Brian's silly cheshire cat grin, and his whiskery face so full of love, and whiskers.
Brian must be my soulmate because he knows what Panda Bears have to say.
Brian is the cutest kind of cute that there is, you can't comprehend just how very cute that cute is because no mortal (except for me) has ever witnessed that much cute.
Brian is the rational voice in my head that figures out things I just don't get.
I love the silly songs he sings to me, and just how well he speaks "M'ercan".
I love how he sticks his tongue out everytime he sniffles.
It's silly how Brian is as stubborn and cranky as I am (though he doesn't realize it most of the time).
I just love to be with him, and walk around and drive around with him.
I like to have someone to care for and to be concerned about, I never have to feel lonely.
He makes me feel happy, and secure, and loved.
He makes me feel good about myself when I can't think of one thing that is good about me.
He is my friend, and he is my lover, he is my reading buddy, and my swimming buddy.
Brian buys me cookies and video games and things to keep me happy and fat.
Brian will do anything to make sure I'm happy, and feel loved.
I love Brian's silly cheshire cat grin, and his whiskery face so full of love, and whiskers.
I'l l release that emo kid I keep inside.
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I'm not nice. I don't know how to be nice, and happy and giving.
I don't like that I don't get attention for being everyone's angel.
I don't have much of a personality, and I never know what to say.
I'm just distant, just a spectator-- a commentator saying much too little much too late.
Nobody really likes me.
I just feel too stupid to identify with smart people.
Too irrational for rational people, to un-imagineative for free-thinkers.
Too boring for people who party, too mischievious for straight-edge-ers.
Too quiet to be normal.
My opinions don't matter to anyone.
I'm too pretentious, too silly, and (obviously) extremely forgettable.
If I dissappeared tomorrow I wouldn't leave behind anything that couldn't be replaced.
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I don't feel any sadness it writing this, is it because it's not really how I see myself? Maybe I just accept things the way they are.
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I'm a little empathetic, and somewhere in my heart i'm a little brave too, and I'm kinda knowledgable about things. I'll grow up, I'm the only person I know who has to conciously work on growing up, but I will be something good. I'll even work on doing what I say I'll do.
Well what choices do I really have?
I can't think of anything else to say.
I'll put the emo kid away.
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I'm not nice. I don't know how to be nice, and happy and giving.
I don't like that I don't get attention for being everyone's angel.
I don't have much of a personality, and I never know what to say.
I'm just distant, just a spectator-- a commentator saying much too little much too late.
Nobody really likes me.
I just feel too stupid to identify with smart people.
Too irrational for rational people, to un-imagineative for free-thinkers.
Too boring for people who party, too mischievious for straight-edge-ers.
Too quiet to be normal.
My opinions don't matter to anyone.
I'm too pretentious, too silly, and (obviously) extremely forgettable.
If I dissappeared tomorrow I wouldn't leave behind anything that couldn't be replaced.
---
I don't feel any sadness it writing this, is it because it's not really how I see myself? Maybe I just accept things the way they are.
---
I'm a little empathetic, and somewhere in my heart i'm a little brave too, and I'm kinda knowledgable about things. I'll grow up, I'm the only person I know who has to conciously work on growing up, but I will be something good. I'll even work on doing what I say I'll do.
Well what choices do I really have?
I can't think of anything else to say.
I'll put the emo kid away.
Friday, February 24, 2006
Ha Ha, Fooled you!
I'm not really moving at all.
Well maybe not for a long time.
I have no idea, I thought I was, things change.
I'm always the last one to know about everything.
The silly thing is though I told everyone I was moving to Bradford.
Oopsy. I'm just anxious to get out of Coudersport and experience not-Coudersport things.
It's probably best to stay where I am. This is a really fucking sweet place Brian and I got here.
I should be counting my blessings.
I'm not really moving at all.
Well maybe not for a long time.
I have no idea, I thought I was, things change.
I'm always the last one to know about everything.
The silly thing is though I told everyone I was moving to Bradford.
Oopsy. I'm just anxious to get out of Coudersport and experience not-Coudersport things.
It's probably best to stay where I am. This is a really fucking sweet place Brian and I got here.
I should be counting my blessings.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Okay, it looks like I'll be moving much sooner than I thought. As soon as we find a suitable apartment and get a car we're outta here.
...But now that I think of it, that could be a very long time away. Wish I knew what the hell was going on.
Right now I can't say that I care about moving away from here, but then again it may just hit me hard later on.
...But now that I think of it, that could be a very long time away. Wish I knew what the hell was going on.
Right now I can't say that I care about moving away from here, but then again it may just hit me hard later on.
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Sorry for misleading you, well I guess I really didn't lead you anywhere because it doesn't seem I'll be moving to Galeton after all. You see, I spend about 4 hours in Galeton for the Fireworks each year. The hole we were considering was the apartment above Fox's and it is ugly and reeks of pizza.
It seems that I could be moving to the glorious city of Bradford now.
There is a 90% chance of me staying in Pennsylvania. So, I guess, my future is still pretty uncertain.
It seems that I could be moving to the glorious city of Bradford now.
There is a 90% chance of me staying in Pennsylvania. So, I guess, my future is still pretty uncertain.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
So it seems I might be moving. To a place that reeks of pizza. To Coudersport 10 years ago.
I MIGHT be moving in less than three months. I really don't have anything better to do. I think I'll be happy there, despite the fact that where I'm going lacks, recreation, and social diversity . Actually I can't say for sure what is good or bad about this place because I never spent more than one night a year, at the most, a this place. Got a clue what I'm talking about? Probably not.
But I'll be sure to fill you in as the circumstances develop.
I MIGHT be moving in less than three months. I really don't have anything better to do. I think I'll be happy there, despite the fact that where I'm going lacks, recreation, and social diversity . Actually I can't say for sure what is good or bad about this place because I never spent more than one night a year, at the most, a this place. Got a clue what I'm talking about? Probably not.
But I'll be sure to fill you in as the circumstances develop.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Monday, January 23, 2006
Hooray for frequent updates.
Not much to tell except I've been living under a rock.
Oh yeah and I did somthing I promised not to do, I got my hair cut and dyed blonder. So am I out of the pretty hair club? Well I think its beautiful, best haircut number one!
Brian and I got an x-box 360 and Dead or Alive 4.. I think its 4, its pretty but I think I like me some Tekkin5 better. I bought a $30.99 Nine Inch Nails special edition disk set as a reward for all of my hard work at Subdungeon. Oh, look at me bragging like a preteen about how much money I spent on my All American Rejects T-Shirts and my brand new Vans. I'm just not used to spending so much money on myself, I'm so thrifty and cheap.
Anyway Subway is the best job ever except when I have to assemble subs in a line like mass production in a factory, start to finish over and over and over when it gets really busy.
I don't feel like asking, "are you sure you need ANOTHER footlong sub fatty?" Like I wanted to say at Original Italian Pigfest. "Yeah, another footlong but smother it in ranch dressing and bring out 50 more hot wings while your at it." People that come in to Subway seem to have more conservative appetites. Speeking of piggies I'm trying to loose a few pounds by eating healthy and exercising, let's all count together I've already made it one and a half days, If I actually attempt to go to the gym tonight we will call that Two days. Also I have to remember to not drink soda at work tonight, and to not smother my sub in mayo and bacon, pepperoni, ham or salami. No Italian BMTs! And certainly no cookies.
Not much to tell except I've been living under a rock.
Oh yeah and I did somthing I promised not to do, I got my hair cut and dyed blonder. So am I out of the pretty hair club? Well I think its beautiful, best haircut number one!
Brian and I got an x-box 360 and Dead or Alive 4.. I think its 4, its pretty but I think I like me some Tekkin5 better. I bought a $30.99 Nine Inch Nails special edition disk set as a reward for all of my hard work at Subdungeon. Oh, look at me bragging like a preteen about how much money I spent on my All American Rejects T-Shirts and my brand new Vans. I'm just not used to spending so much money on myself, I'm so thrifty and cheap.
Anyway Subway is the best job ever except when I have to assemble subs in a line like mass production in a factory, start to finish over and over and over when it gets really busy.
I don't feel like asking, "are you sure you need ANOTHER footlong sub fatty?" Like I wanted to say at Original Italian Pigfest. "Yeah, another footlong but smother it in ranch dressing and bring out 50 more hot wings while your at it." People that come in to Subway seem to have more conservative appetites. Speeking of piggies I'm trying to loose a few pounds by eating healthy and exercising, let's all count together I've already made it one and a half days, If I actually attempt to go to the gym tonight we will call that Two days. Also I have to remember to not drink soda at work tonight, and to not smother my sub in mayo and bacon, pepperoni, ham or salami. No Italian BMTs! And certainly no cookies.
Friday, December 30, 2005
I spent Christmas at my Gramma's house, like I always do. I had lutefisk and korv and rice pudding for dinner. Brian didn't seem to find our feast to be tasty or edible for that matter.
But he got to open presents with us!
Now observe me bragging about my material gains:
I got a digital camera, and two Final Fantasy wall scrolls from Brian.
I recieved warm jammies, slippers, a hat and a cell phone from momma.
Earrings, and a scarf from G-ma.
and a multitude of gift cards from everyone!
But he got to open presents with us!
Now observe me bragging about my material gains:
I got a digital camera, and two Final Fantasy wall scrolls from Brian.
I recieved warm jammies, slippers, a hat and a cell phone from momma.
Earrings, and a scarf from G-ma.
and a multitude of gift cards from everyone!
Friday, December 23, 2005
Hooray for migranes, or perhaps I'm just having a mild stroke? I freaked out at work when I coudn't see the left side of Swirvin' Irvin's face as I was handing him his usual small cup of coffee, and then I couldn't quite make out the numbers on the cash register because I had spots in front of my eyes. Then I tried to cut some bread but couldn't see the blade of the knife. Then I'm all like "I think I need to call a doctor,". But I didn't, I told Stacy I was having a migraine and that we needed to call somebody in. I just knew that either I was gonna die or have a terrible headache and nausea.
As soon as I got home I felt sick, and pain was throbbing in my head but I couldn't find the drugs, so I walked all the way to my momma's house and stole her very last IB2.
I wonder if it is weak to complain about a headache, but when I suddenly can't see, and I think I'm gonna die well I just donno what to do.
(This was a post from the 23rd of dec. just didn't get arount to posting.)
Later on Christa came to visit me, and we made swedish paper heart baskets. Yay.
As soon as I got home I felt sick, and pain was throbbing in my head but I couldn't find the drugs, so I walked all the way to my momma's house and stole her very last IB2.
I wonder if it is weak to complain about a headache, but when I suddenly can't see, and I think I'm gonna die well I just donno what to do.
(This was a post from the 23rd of dec. just didn't get arount to posting.)
Later on Christa came to visit me, and we made swedish paper heart baskets. Yay.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
This is the second night in a row I've almost died in my sleep. If it isn't dreams about the sky falling down or atomic bombs dropping on me, its avain flu, or fire. I keep having these wacky dreams that I'm about to die in some horrible manner, and I close my eyes and my heart beats so fast I think I'm gonna have a heart attack. So yall just better wish me bon voyage already.
I think its because I've been sitting around watching too much news, MSNBC, CNN and even the douchebaggy FOX news. I don't know why the hell I watch so much news anymore. It's probably because I just can't get enough of those pundits slamming each other. It's kinda like my substitute for watching football, or basketball, its one of my favorite sports.
I think its because I've been sitting around watching too much news, MSNBC, CNN and even the douchebaggy FOX news. I don't know why the hell I watch so much news anymore. It's probably because I just can't get enough of those pundits slamming each other. It's kinda like my substitute for watching football, or basketball, its one of my favorite sports.
Friday, December 09, 2005
Friday, December 02, 2005
Sometime between last year and now I turned 20.
I'm not a tweeny teeny-teen-teen anymore, so I'm taking down all of my posters of Green Day and The All American Rejects, (well maybe I'll leave the ones that I got out of Teen People.)
I got a kitten too. Don't know what to name it. I just call it "cute" and "AWW CUTE AS ALL HELL!".
I'm not a tweeny teeny-teen-teen anymore, so I'm taking down all of my posters of Green Day and The All American Rejects, (well maybe I'll leave the ones that I got out of Teen People.)
I got a kitten too. Don't know what to name it. I just call it "cute" and "AWW CUTE AS ALL HELL!".