"I knew when I first saw you on the showroom floor, you were made for me"

November 22, 1999
5:21 PM
NPIMH:  Electric Barbarella, Duran Duran

Why must people be so asinine and stupid??  Let's make a list of them, shall we?

1.)  My prom date, who is mad about because like, a month ago, I jokingly said I wasn't going to dance...I barely even remember saying it, but he's all bent out of shape.  I keep telling him how ridiculous he's being, but he won't stop bitching about it.  First of all, I was JOKING.  Secondly, I said one frickin' sentence about it...it wasn't as though I was making this plan or had a whole conversation about it.  Thirdly, I LAUGHED when I said it because it was a JOKE (Are you seeing why I'm getting annoyed now??).  To make it worse, he's now picking on me for every possible thing he can think of and trying to get my friends to go along with him.  Sadly enough, the poor halfwits are actually doing this.  Well, some of them.  I swear, I have never met someone so petty and childish in my life.  Why can't he take the advice he always gives me and get over it

2.)  The dumb bitch I work with.   Once again, she showed up an hour late yesterday.  No one can really understand why this would make me want to kill her though, because you don't realise that I work ALONE and I can't leave until the next person shows up.  I was so fucking pissed, you have no idea.  My dad was sitting in the car for an HOUR waiting for me in the parking lot.  If she doesen't get fired over this, I'm quitting.  I refuse to work in a place where dumbfucks like that are employed. 

3.)  Reggis Philbin.  I think that one's pretty self-explanatory.

Now I must announce that the lovely and wonderful Meg is going to be hosting me at her brand spankin' new domain in the very near future (aka, as soon as she gets the FTP set up and I re-download cuteFTP yet AGAIN), so no more tripod and it's crappy arse pop ups and such for me.  I'm going to get rid of a few things and add a few things as well, if things work out the way I wish, so expect that sometime soon.   I'll still keep this tripod page as a splash page though, at least.  So fret not if you're lazy and don't want to take the time to update your links page once I move.

"Every little thing the reflex does leaves you answered with a question mark"

November 18, 1999
5:39 PM
NPIMH:  The Reflex, Duran Duran

I don't really have anything to write, but I didn't feel like looking at that angry/negetive message from the other day anymore...the problem was somewhat resolved earlier, but I didn't have time to update then.  Plus, I need an excuse to try out cuteFTP.

I haven't been spending as much time online lately as usual...I've been reading a lot more, and working on a Beatles puzzle with my little brother, and talking on the phone more, and just spending time alone in my room listening to music and stuff like I used to before we got online.  I mean I'm on a LOT, obviously, but it's because there's nothing else to do, not because I can't live without it.  Most of the time I spend online is talking to friends, working on my page, and reading my favourite pages and UBBs as well as checking my email, which comes in tons.  I'm on at least 5 prolific mailing lists...wait, more like 7.   Something like that.  Between my Durany mail, Who mail, Monkees mail, daily quote/laugh/fact/music events, personal mail, and junk, it takes forever to wade through it all. 

And let me just say how bad it sucks that the only soap I watch is going off the air.  I'm sure I've mentioned this before but I am going to have nothing to watch at three every day after school.  Damn.

"I hate everyone around me, everyone around me"

November 16, 1999
5:39 PM
NPIMH:  Watching the Detectives, Duran Duran

Read the title.  Go ahead.   Because that's exactly how I feel right now.  I always promised myself I wouldn't turn this into a journal site, though some people mistakingly think it is, but I am so MAD right now I can't just sit here and fume because I'll explode and then there will be nothing for you to read.  I'll just say this:

Fuck all the fat bitches that have the maturity of seven year olds.

Fuck all the two faced people who were at one time a best friend.

Fuck all the condesending assholes who think someone gives a shit about them.


"Look out you rockin' rollers"

November 15, 1999
4:49 PM
NP:  Changes, David Bowie

I haven't updated in a few days because people have to suck and annoy me, which distracts me from thinking of something interesting to write about, not that I ever do that anyway.  Plus, I worked all weekend, which was just LOADS of fun, as usual.  I cannot stand that job anymore; bitchy people who haven't had their coffee yet need to be shot.  I don't have the patience for those assholes anymore.  Especially the people who barely speak English and get mad at me for getting their order wrong when I repeat it back to them.  Is it my fault you suck at English?!  I don't think it is.  I love, LOVE, though, when people come in and just expect me to speak Spanish/Portuguese, and totally speak no English at all.  If the store was in an area where a lot of immigrants lived, that would be one thing.  But it's NOT!  There are a lot of Spanish and Portuguese people living around there, but there are very few people who speak no English at all.   Luckily for them, I do know Spanish, which means I can get a grasp on what they're saying in Portuguese as well, usually.

I can't believe I just wrote that whole thing complaining about work.  Wow. 

Anyone who missed that Mary, Mother of Jesus movie on NBC, you SO missed out.  The movie sucked, of course, but Christian Bale as Jesus = me melting into a puddle of goo on the floor.  I'm not up on my biblical stuff, but I don't remember Joseph being THAT much older than Mary...then again, I haven't studied that stuff since about third grade, but...my god, that was just creepy.

In other news, I mastered FTP, so I haven't had to rely on tripod's crappy homepage building thing for about a week now...I just got sick of that yellow "there is bug, doh!" page that kept popping up whenever I'd try to upload.  Now the power is in MY hands...muhahaha!

"Every world is my world"

November 12, 1999
2:49 PM
NP:  Ordinary World, some Duran Duran cover band

In my psychology class today, we started to learn about handwriting analysation.  According to the analysis of my cursive handwriting, which sucks because I can NOT write in cursive, I'm mentally disorganised as well as sexually frustrated and depressed.  Isn't that nice?  I was starting to believe the analysis until I saw the results for my writing slant; according to that, I'm an eternal optimist.  Wtf??  Try again, brainiacs.  I hate optimism, I hate optimists.  It's the stupidist principle of life that there is, and I hate everything associated with it.  And as for the sexually frustrated part, everyone in the class got that, and some of them are the biggest sluts I've ever met in my seventeen years of life, so that's bullshit as well.  The depression part doesn't really make sense right now, either, because this is one of my happy weeks.  See, I have an equal number of happy and depressed weeks throughout the year...I used to think I was bipolar or something because of the mood swings, but I am NEVER displaying symptoms of mania so that's definitely not it.  Mentally disorganised though, I'll give them that.    Of course I'm mentally disorganised...but at the same time, I'm extremely mentally organised.  I am an obsessive organisation freak, but I'm also a slob.   You'll never figure me out, so don't even try. 

Here's a question for you, I don't know if anyone else ever gets this.  Why do parents always threaten to make you see a psychriatrist when you get in a fight with them?  Ok, maybe it's just me, but mine do this to me ALL the time.  Yeah, I must be an absolute nut because I yelled at you for not washing my clothes for three days.  Commit me NOW, damnit!  I know for a fact I'm not the only person whose parents do this, so please don't think I'm a psycho, even though any loyal reader already knows I am.  My parents say they don't like my attitude so I should see a shrink.  Yet, when I ask them what they don't like about it, all they can come up with is "you're not nice".  No shit, I'm not nice!   Not everyone is, you know.  Geez. 

"We will survive"

November 10, 1999
2:49 PM
NP:  Changes, David Bowie

I have a weird silverware problem.   No, I'm not one of those people who can't use restaurant silverware and brings their own or anything like that so don't even think about it.  I don't mind restaurant silverware as long as it's clean.  My problem is that when I eat at home I have to use these forks with a certain emblem on the end.  I'm not sure what it is, but I cannot eat with any of the others from various sets we have laying around.  My mum thinks I'm nutty and I'm sure I am, but I physically cannot eat unless I have one of those forks. 

Another weird 'thing' I have, and believe me I've got lots,  is that I cannot eat without a napkin.  Even if I don't use it, I need to hold one in my hand while I eat because I just have to.  Again, I have no clue WHY I must do this, all I know is that I've been doing it for years.  I also wipe the corners of my mouth constantly because I think I'm drooling.  Ok, I know where this one comes from.  This guy that always comes into my work ALWAYS drools.   I think he's mentally slow, so I feel bad, but come on that is just nasty.  It wasn't just normal drool, either.  It was like, milky.  Ok sorry, now even *I* am getting grossed out. 

Sorry that my latest entries are just...drivel.  I'm a it stressed over here, and I don't want to expose my whole life to the world, so I'm trying to stay away from that topic, but it's hard to think of things to talk about when it's constantly on my mind, which is why this was written about drool and silverware. 

"We can't rewind, we've gone too far"

November 8, 1999
3:55 PM
NP:  Video Killed the Radio Star, Ben Folds Five

I really need to remember to check what the date is before I upload this page...the last update I wrote about two days after the date I put...doh.

I'm already sick of the layout of this page, is that sad or what??  I spend too much time around those teenie domain people, I swear.  It's not the picture (who could get sick of that?!?), it's just boring me...hmm...if I ever had more than two minutes to do stuff online, I'd do something with it, but that's not looking like it will happen anytime soon.

I've jumped on the napster bandwagon as well...you really need to get this, people!  The only bad part is that MP3s take up many MBs, and I already had a whole bunch, but now I can't stop downloading more and more...it's an addiction, I swear!   As if there wasn't already no space on my hard drive...which I get blamed for, of course.  Stupid family.

I swear, some of you internet people are so dumb and gulible.  Notice the word SOME, guys.  You know who you are.   The ones who believe every rumor anyone forwards to you, as you proceed to send it to a bunch of other people.  If you do that, you make me SICK.  Just because you hear something online, it does SO not make it true.  About 15% of the things you read online are actually true.  Especially things about celebrities and stuff they say...for instance, Lauryn Hill did not say she would rather have her children living in the streets than have white people buy her album, nor did Mariah Carey say she wants to be skinny like a starving child but couldn't deal with the flies and disease.  Come on, people...Mariah is dumb, but she isn't THAT dumb!  Geez.  How hard is it to go to the urban legends page and see what the hell you're talking about?

" The times they are a changin' "

November 4, 1999
5:53 PM
NP:  The Simpson's theme song

I've felt this way for some time, but someone I know was talking about it today so I suppose I'll share it with you.  I've always felt that the rallying togetherness that enveloped the nation in the 1960's is going to come back in the near future.  I had lost hope in this, since my generation is so self involved and doesn't care about anyone else's problems but their own, but now I'm starting to come back to this idea.  I feel that within the next 5 years, or maybe 10, there is going to be a coming together of the nationwide "community".   I'm not sure of what the cause will be, but there will surely be one.  And when there is, we will need a sort of theme song, as the 60's had "The Times They Are A Changin'", which is one of my personal favourite Dylan songs, but then who can pick a favourite? 

Ok, everyone must go to this page right now, because Jamie is great, and also, hello, look at that picture!  This girl's coverboys are so babalicious.  <purr> 

In other news, I once again have lost my voice.  My throat is pretty much closed up leaving me with a raspy Demi-like voice once again.  Why must this always happen to me?!?!  WHY ME?!  Ok, sorry, got a bit carried away. 

"I just can't get enough."

November 1, 1999
4:23 PM
NP:  We Got the Beat, The Go-Go's

I hate when I read a book and it just doesn't seem like it was enough.  I recently finished a book like that, and after reading it I was just so unsatisfied, even though it was a great book.  Ah well, such is life I suppose.

On Friday I went to Salem, Massachusetts with school because we recently read The Crucible.  There was this one tour where a male witch told about all the misconceptions people have of witches and attempted to disprove them.  I swear, I have never seen such an amusing display in my entire life.  Everything he said, he had to use air quotations for it.   Instead of saying witches, he said "witches".  As if that was amusing enough, the things he used them for were just ridiculous...hullo, we know what a broom is, I mean, a "broom".