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14 July 2006 @ 02:12 am
My girl is OK.
Current Mood: relievedrelieved
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28 June 2006 @ 02:58 pm
Yesterday was alright. I went to the hospital, as I mentioned that I would, and got an ultrasound. And blood drawn. From my hand. It was pretty much the least pleasant experience ever. But it made me laugh – or the fact that I don’t appear to have veins in my arm did. That was amusing – but it wouldn’t have been had she TRIED. Fortunately, she didn’t.

I won’t know until tomorrow what’s really going on, but at least I got the testing over with. That was pretty much the worst of it. Provided I don’t have to go anywhere from here. I wish they’d just say something at the hospital. I know the blood thief wouldn’t be able to but God. The ultrasound person was so GOOD at not expressing emotion.

And. I’m going home. Bored. Maybe I’ll end up getting ice cream. Or gas. Either one would be good, and both would be necessary.

Lord, I’m jumpy today!
Current Mood: jumpy
Current Music: radio
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24 June 2006 @ 03:12 am
So my mom's engaged. And I'm kind of like ... WHAT THE FUCK? And I'm experiencing SERIOUS iron deficiency. And I started this entry twenty minutes ago... and I guess I sort of fell asleep. And Nina's first single comes out in July. My head is a mess. I want more strawberry shortcake. And a hot air balloon. And a monkey. I also want to listen to Dane Cook. What's wrong with me?

Sleep deprivation.
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21 June 2006 @ 02:53 pm
I wonder if everyone has an Emily in their lives. And by that I mean just that. Not someone like the Emilys that I own, but someone by the name of Emily. Probably not, but that's not the point. Do you ever just get the overwhelming urge to snap? I mean, with your fingers. Because I do. Mostly at work. Strange but true.

Yesterday, I was sitting with one of the Emilys that I am in possesion of and we were consuming an oh-so-healthy thingy of curly fries. That's not all that impressive by itself, but when you really start to think about the fact that they're curly... you find yourself in awe of the people that get them to BE curly. (Because curly fries can't naturally be curly, can they? And they're too imperfect to be machine made. I picture a bunch of people at the Curly Fry Factory sitting there, twisting fries before sending them down the conveyor belt to be cooked/deep-fried.)

And then we started discussing exactly why it would be perfectly reasonable for Emily (my Emily) to drop out of school to work at the aforementioned Curly Fry Factory. If you think about it, it's not that bad of a deal. You don't have to finish the next two years of high school (or worry about paying for college) and you aren't paid that poorly. Particularly for a high school drop-out. AND she would get to discover the Secret of the Curly Fry. (To me, that's the greatest incentive of them all.)

But then we realized that we were being ridiculous and contemplating how we would go about purchasing the amount of Saran Wrap we would need to completely Saran Wrap (now, in VERB FORM!) my entire neighborhood. (Read: a crapload of Saran Wrap.) We figure if a bunch of teenagers went into a grocery store (not as a group, individually) and all purchased about four thingys of Saran Wrap, the check-out dude would start to ask questions.

We then decided that the only logical thing to do is to lie. Either our mother called us at work and demanded that we pick up a bunch of Saran Wrap because of an Emergency, we're doing a Chemistry Project, or we're playing a game. (For the playing a game excuse to work, we decided that we would need to be buying a candy bar or two at the same time. The game would entail covering the candy bar/s with layers of Saran Wrap and seeing who could tear through it - and rewrap it - in the shortest amount of time.)

Thus, I have to say, that if everyone doesn't have an Emily (even though I think they should), they all need to find one. Stat.
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11 June 2006 @ 06:53 pm
If I made a Tony's chatroom for 8pm EST (although it would probably go up around 7:30/7:45-ish), who would be in?
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28 May 2006 @ 08:44 pm
So, we had fireworks last night as tends to happen during Memorial Day Weekend. (Is that the holiday that we're currently on? I can never keep up with the less-publicized ones.) Sad thing is, it seems as though they'll be our last.

It seems that the man who always paid for the fireworks (or made them happen, I guess) died this year. We had a pretty fantastic showing in his honor, but it's kind of depressing. I've never been a huge fireworks fan, but I guess I just thought that they'd be around forever. You don't really often think about things like that going away.

It saddens me.

In other news, I got some postcards over Spring Break (blank ones) from Mexico (no, I didn't go - a friend brought them back to me), and I should probably send them out. There's a really amusing one with a donkey on it. I'm thinking that one's for Marcy. Excuse me while I go procrastinate doing that.
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25 May 2006 @ 09:45 pm
I have an English project that I need to do, and in order to do it... I need to have a hefty list of action movies with a crap-load of special effects and not a lot of story to back it up. I also need to know the number of people that voted for AI the other night. Who wants to do that research for me?
Current Music: title & registration - death cab for cutie
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24 May 2006 @ 05:43 pm
Our neighbors do not like to keep their cat in captivity, therefore, we'll see her (I've named her Ginger, because I have no idea what she's really supposed to be called) roaming around our back yard. No big deal, right? Except for the fact that we have two dogs and a cat. A territorial cat, who thinks she's a dog. Now, Ol' Ginger was poking her head around the window to my mom's office (which is where I am, pretending that I'm working on a Chemistry paper - I'm so sneaky!) and I call in my (shockingly obedient) cat. "Oh, Mittens! I have a new friend for you!" So I hoist her up to the window, because she can't jump - again with the thinking she's a dog. And what does she do? What any normal Cat-Dog would do - Hiss and try to fly at the window, for course! Poor Ginger ran off frightened, and I'm sure my little Mittens was quite the sight. Thing is, that set my dog off - she's a Papillion (which translates roughly to Little Yappy Dog with Really Big Ears) - and she's been barking for fifteen minutes now.

Anyone know a good way to shut up a yappy dog and get the cat off of my mom's desk?
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23 May 2006 @ 05:30 pm
I have an announcement to make. I don't know how it happened, when, or even why, but I have Hips Don't Lie stuck in my head. Normally, this would not be a problem but I only know about one line. The rest, I just mumble to while driving down the road, changing my clothes (or... "lanes," if you believe changing your clothing while driving is a Bad Idea), fumbling with the shoes that used to be wearable. Basically, I make up words. "I'm on tonight? Because my hips don't lie and I'm starting to feel my shlide. The attraction, redemption, baby like this is perfection."

More than once, I have Googled (when did that become a verb?) the lyrics and tried DESPERATELY to memorize them. To no avail. All I'm sure about is the part with "Oh baby when you talk like that" and that's only because I'm relatively quick on the uptake. (Only, not as quick as I thought, because if that was true, I'd know more than that. Right? Yeah, I think so.) I also know that she's not starting to "feel her shlide" and I don't think it's "starting to hypnotize" but I could be wrong on the second one. I wish the radio would play a different song. Like Gold Digger. Who doesn't love a little Kanye? Am I right? No? Well, eh. "She ain't messin' with no broke [word edited for content]" is pretty much the stick-in-your-headiest line in music history. Second only to "It's a small world after all" and "Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson."

Oh, and I'm alive! Sort of, but not really. I need to write a musical for Orchestra, figure out how to stop failing French (yeah, I don't know how I'm failing French..) and Chemistry, talk for ten minutes about the history of spaghetti/Italy, and learn about conic sections. Not to mention the paper that I have to write about War of the Worlds.. (Which I just find hysterical. War of the Worlds? Who knows.) I love exam time. It's ridiculous.

I also have large hand-shaped bruises covering my rib-area. I don't know why people think it's a good idea to pick me up, but it's not. It hurts. And only causes pain.
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09 April 2006 @ 01:36 pm
Somewhat Interesting Point Number One: Driving
I DID NOT FAIL MY DRIVING TEST. I did not. Which means that I semi-officially have a license. (I say semi because, um. It's still a paper thing and that's boring. But I can drive. Without a parent present. And th at is cool. I still hate it, but I can do it! Score!

Somewhat Interesting Point Number Two: Typing
The space bar on my dad's computer (which happens to be the computer I'm currently using) is stupid. Forgive me if there are huge gaps in the middl e of words or somet hing. Yeah. Like that.

Somewhat Interesting Point Number Three: Website
I actually associate with the people that run this site. They really are quite unusual little people. Funny, terribly funny. If you do anything at all, make sure you watch The Yesterday Show cartoons. The first one was part of a skit that they did for Economics, and the second was their World Geography Project. Of doom.

Somewhat Interesting Point Number Four: New York
I went. It was pretty fabulous. Wicked was cool. (Hello, Eden Espinosa was pretty much the most amazing thing ever. I want one.) And uh, I got left alone in Times Square at midnight. Which was pretty interesting. Didn't buy anything - not even postcards - which is kind of upsetting. The Gershwin theatre is pretty mu ch the coolest place on the planet. I was going to get pictures, but when the "chat" with the cast was over, the Hall of Fame part of the theatre was not.. accessible. That makes me sad. Because I really, REALLY wanted to get a few Weill pictures. For icons. Does that make me pathetic?

Somewhat Interesting Point Number Five: Spring Break
Is over. And I don't want to go back to school because I'm essentially failing FST and Chemistry. Oops. And I have to give my Orchestra teacher a hundred dollars for a trip th at I don't want to go on> And write an essay to go on a trip that I KIND of want to go on. And yadda yadd a yadda. No one cares?

... I really hate this keyboard.