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11.30.2002
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My ApologiesMy apologies for not writing sooner. I am on Fall Break right now, and I finally access to a computer that will work Blogger. Oy. I have eleven classes, 18 hours and I'm liking life. You? (0) comments 8.25.2002
Just a quick update. I'm at school now. I'm on a friend's computer because my computer won't connect to the network. It's pissing me off. I can't say much, because I don't want to be a bother. So here's just a note. I'm fine, school's fine, and I think I'm an English major and music minor. (0) comments 8.15.2002
DroughtDon't you just love droughts? No? Me neither. Our county is going to have to declare a state of emergency, because our river has dried up. According to a paper around here, nearly half of the US is under moderate or extreme drought. It seems to be the worst drought for North Carolina. This all seems to point to global warming. I mean, just look at China. They've been having major weather problems there. It seems that the temps are a degree or two higher all over. That doesn't seem like much now, but think about that if it happens every summer. We've been in the mid-90's here, but think if it were to be 105 every day . . . and then 110, then 115, then 120 (which I've actually experienced, but not here). If the temps keep going up, bad things are going to happen for sure. (0) comments 8.14.2002
Morbid Test 101Looks like I just flunked too:  Would you survive a horror movie? Find out @ She's Crafty (0) comments 8.13.2002
More Roommate StuffRemember this post?. It was about my roommate from California. The weird, cool one. Well, yesterday I found out that she apparently cancelled on going to Mars Hill. I found this out when my new roommate called me up. Her name is Ashley and she lives in Stanley, North Carolina. She is
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On the plus side, she sounds really nice, and she has a refrigerator and a tv. I've recently decided to try to not judge people on how they express themselves. I don't like people doing that to me, so I'm going to try to do that with other people. I did it already with my sort of people- weird, etc. Now I'm going to try to do it with the cheerleader type. Now, here's some more info: She
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She likes the Powerpuff girls, and I like Batman. Her bedspread is orange, white and pink. Mine has spaceships on it. If nothing else, it will be a test of my character.  
But seriously, she sounded nice on the phone. (0) comments 8.01.2002
Hotter'n HellHell is seeming a bit chilly now compared to where I am. All you people out in the west complaining about your hot temps should come spend a week where I am. Heck, here it's 99 degrees and we've got to deal with the humidity on top of all those degrees. Gag. So now that the temps are skyrocketing, we have this other problem to deal with as well. Apparently this entire area where I live has been having a severe drought for the past 4 years. Now me coming from Oklahoma, where drought is a normal, if not expected thing, I didn't think too much of said drought. But as of today, my town (and many towns nearby) are now on mandatory water restrictions. What does that mean?
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Hi ThereWelcome to the website. It's nice to meet you. How are you doing? I'm just fine, thank you. Well, minus the fact that it's a FREAKING MILLION DEGREES OUTSIDE!!!!!! Other than that I'm just fine. Really! I'm currently trying to teach myself to whistle through my teeth. I've always wanted to do one of those high pitched, really loud kind of whistles. I found out this afternoon that I could actually make a whistle through my teeth. The problem comes in trying to make sure I can make that sound everytime I try, and trying to make it louder. A very worthy goal for the summer, I'm sure. Oh, and I'm moving into my dorm on August 22nd. Mars Hill College. Yay! (0) comments 7.20.2002
I'm Trying Out BlogchalkingGoogle! DayPop! This is my blogchalk: English, United States, Boiling Springs, Valerie, Female, 16-20! (0) comments Almost Like Old TimesI started this blog a year ago- nearly exactly. This site has gone through a few changes here and there (what site doesn't? Don't answer that). The reason that it's almost like old times is that I'm trying something new on here. Two sitemeters might seem a bit much, but I'm trying to decide which one I like better. I'm also trying to figure out which one is more consistent. . . accurate . . . reliable . . . etc. :-p (0) comments Val HumorAll I want to know is why does Val humor strike at 12:40ish am? Hmm, perhaps that's the time that everything truly becomes funny. Perhaps? Even the question made me start to laugh. So it'd be 12 AMish. Amish? See? Funny. Right. . . okay then. But the original joke started like this. . . ~cue dreamy music~ (lol) ~cue foggy screen~ (takes glasses off) See? Fine, fine, I'll get to the point. I just finished watching the X-Files episode that is centered on a sort of Frankenstein theme. They set it in black and white and all of that. There's a mad scientist who created this "monster." The "monster" turns out to be pretty nice and all (along with a few other twists and turns in the plot), and he really likes Cher. So at the end he gets to see Cher perform (or most likely someone that kind of looked like Cher, because they never showed her face on the TV). When I turned off the TV, I found that I had a Cher craving. A craving for her music, that is. Okay, time to backtrack. Back in the 10th grade or so, I got my first taste of having my own homepage. A total template job that I got through Hotmail. It was sort of crappy. Well, this page is sort of crappy, but at least I have some slight idea of what I'm doing now. But don't quote me on that. Anyway, around that time, I also got a Cher CD. It's the Believe one; perhaps you've heard of it? So when I got done with watching the heartwarming episode, I found that I had a craving for Cher (which I am now listening to). When I get a new CD/tape, I'll listen to it over and over until I get sick of it. That way, when I listen to it again, it makes me think of that time in my life. I guess that it's sort of a memory trick, right? Association or something? Whatever. The point is that it made me laugh with the connections to it being early in the morning, and then the whole amish point and all. Um, right. Probably it would have been funnier if I hadn't tried to explain it. Although, you might get something out of it if you're reading this late at night/early in the morning, and you have downed numerous alcoholic beverages. (0) comments 7.04.2002
I've Decided That God Really ExistsI have decided that God really exists. I knew (kind of) that God existed before now, but not on any kind of definitive level. Let me describe myself. I am prudent, pragmatic and a cynic. Not necessarily a good combination for believing in something that supposedly can't be seen, touched or heard. If I had grown up in any other family, there is a good chance that I would have been an atheist. That's the truth of the matter. This past week, I had a close encounter with God. I went to camp last week, just like I had the previous 6 years. No big deal. Previously I had gathered the conclusion that a person was merely brainwashed there. Little sleep, weird food (okay, not so great), and people talking to you all day about God and whatnot, normally resulted in being brainwashed by the end of the week. It was customary (for me) to get going [spiritually] about Thursday or Friday. I would have some great experience. I'd bawl and promise to change my ways. . . etc. Then on Saturday we'd pack up and go on home. I'd remember that great experience for at least 76 hours. After that I'd go back to my old ways of thinking: "Yeah, and oh btw God, please forgive me for my sins. Amen," and that'd be it. It was the same, year after year. But I had an experience this year. I know it was for real, because it happened Tuesday night. I hadn't been there long enough to get brainwashed by the food, lack of sleep or the preacher (although the preacher did have a part in this experience). What made me realize that God was in fact real was a revelation that I had. It wasn't a revelation that I would have had by myself. It was an encounter; something which a pragmatic and cynic such as myself, should not have, and does not have. I encountered God. It was for real. The preacher was talking about how in order to be closer to God, we had to uncover ourselves from those things that put up a block between God and us. For most people, those things could be pride, arrogance etc. . . or you could have the usual- sex, drugs, whatever. And I realized that I wasn't being entirely truthful with myself. You know how it feels to be lying to yourself all the time? You present an outside appearance to the world for so long, that sooner or later you begin to think that that's all there is to you. When in fact you have been burying something so deep inside of you, that you have almost forgotten it was there. And I realized that my cover was my strength. It was supposed strength. Imaginary strength if you must; bravado, whatever. When I was younger- 11, 12, 13, 14, I realized that the only way to get through life was to bury your weaknesses; to forget those things that made you weak. The world pounces on people who are weak, so you must hide those weaknesses to make you less of a target. I learned this on many levels. I don't know if I was consciously doing it, but I did it regardless. My weaknesses were my emotions. Your emotions can make you stand out from the crowd. When people make fun of you, well me, I originally would cry. That makes it worse. And you can't get angry, because there are always more of them, or they are bigger than you. So you have to bottle it inside. You have to push it so far down that you get to the point where you can't really feel anything. People see you as always being calm. People never see you angry, because you just don't let that sort of thing happen. So I had buried it. And I realized in worship on Tuesday night, that I had been wielding that supposed strength as sort of a cover. A shield. You can only trust yourself and sometimes not even that, right? That shield was a cover. It put everyone at a distance, including God. You see, God created me. Who else would accept me as I am, faults and all? God loves me. You can't find a single other person that loves you all the time, regardless of all your faults and problems and fears. I also realized that I was pushing everyone away. If you never let anyone see your true center, then they can never really hurt you, right? God loves me no matter what. God created me. He loves me. Later that night, my church had devotion time. There was this one guy who prayed right before we started. He prayed for strength- for ourselves and for our friends. I said something to him right after he prayed (right out in the open). I said that perhaps we shouldn't hope for strength for ourselves, but instead for strength from God. I told the group (for the first time maybe) what I just told you up above. You know, how I buried my emotions and my weaknesses. And you know what happened? Something really awesome, that's what. There's this guy that I have never gotten along with. He just rubbed me the wrong way or something. I went into that week thinking that he hated me. I could barely stand him, and I was pretty sure that's how he felt about me. After I told the thing about burying my emotions- my weaknesses, he started to do something very strange. Something that I had never seen him do before. He started crying. Look, we're both 18 and freshly graduated from high school. He said that he knew that we had never gotten along. He said that he just used jokes as sort of a way of getting along in this world. He said that he was sorry since he was probably part of the reason that I had such trouble with my emotions, with burying things. He cried while he told me that he was sorry for making me feel the way that I had. Let me add one other thing. Like I said, we both had just graduated from high school. He was the football quarterback at our school. So now you probably have the kind of image that he projected. He's not the type that starts crying for his mistakes against other human beings. God was working in that room that night, because after he said that, other people in the room started opening up. Other people started saying sorry for things that they had done or said. It was like, "hey, if they can make up, anything can happen, right?" The feud that had gone on for about 6 years, ended after about 15 minutes of talk between me and him. So in finding God, I found myself as well. I realized that in denying a part of myself, I was denying something that God had created. In denying something that God had created (me), I was denying God. In denying God, I was denying my real self; faults and all. So I found God and myself, and all at the same time. (0) comments 6.13.2002
Dude! which 80s hair band are you? this quiz was made by colleen On the other hand, I'd just like to say that I don't think it's right for someone to call themselves a Christian, but only come to church to play basketball. That's just my input. (0) comments 6.12.2002
This Makes Me MadYea! Let's guess Val's age! Um. . . is it 12? 13? How about 14? Um, no. It's 18. 18? How could it be 18? You couldn't be a day over 14. ~rolls eyes~ Yup, I'm 18. The other day I went to the movies with my mom to see Star Wars. The lady at the ticket booth asked my mom if I was under 12. It was sort of like, hmm. . . should I say I'm under 12 and get the discount??? Or should I be really pissed? Hmm. (0) comments 6.11.2002
Hi Again22 I act like I'm 22. Not bad. . . . (0) comments 6.08.2002
Look At Me!Alexa.com is seriously cool. You just put in a web address, and it finds it for you, along with how much traffic it is getting. Very neat. This is a service that is owned by Amazon. You can also get a toolbar with it. (0) comments 6.01.2002
Well, HellAnyway. . . . College is coming. My mom and I agreed that what I could really use is a change of scenery. I mean, I've lived in this town since August of 1994. Sheesh. This town, while nice, is not particularly exciting. The kids who grow up here tend to move away as fast as they possibly can. But lots of times, they (or others like them) will come back to raise their kids; thus perpetuating the unending cycle. I was reading this journal earlier today. It's written by someone in NYC. Weird. You know, I've never ridden the Metro or a train or even a bus (other than a school bus or something like). My backyard isn't particularly big, but it's not bad as far as backyards go. It has about 3 or 4 large oak trees in it. It's not fenced in. It has a shed and some grass. Or are those weeds? Point being, you have to drive 20 minutes just to get to a Walmart. My town only has one stoplight in it. . . . okay technically it has eight, but they're all at one stop. ;) Roommate StuffI got my roommate info a few days ago (for college). The girl is from Lemon Grove, CA. I believe I mentioned her in my last blogging entry. My mom reminded me of what I put on my housing info. It was something like, "I'm a jeans and t-shirts kind of person and I don't like preppy people." So I hope my roommate is interesting. If they matched her up with me after I put that on there, then I suppose that's a good sign, right? Either that or she was the only who didn't put down that she liked country music. No offense, but country music seriously does blow chunks. Ew. Everyone around here likes country music. I'm not joking. Music is meant to make you happy or cheerful or something other than remind you that your uncle's pickup truck ran over your sister's friend's cousin's best friend's dog last Thursday. . . . So I put on my housing info that I didn't like country music. Thus I have hope for my roommate. The other worry I have is this: What if she is messier than I am????? Will I be able to stand it??? EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! (0) comments 5.28.2002
New And ExcitingWell, maybe not exciting to you, but it is to me! Kind of . . . I graduated from high school last Friday! Yay!  what's your battle cry? | mewing.net | merchandise! I'm an adult? Weird, yes I know. I'm 18 and am graduated from high school. And I just found out who my roommate is going to be. Some girl from California. My mom bets she's a hippie. I bet she thinks I'm a hick. ;) And on that note . . .  Red: 6/100 Blue: 15/100 White: 12/100 Yellow: 12/100 Take the Color Code Test by Dano I guess we'll just have to wait and see, eh? (0) comments 5.18.2002
Hell, I Know That It's About The LinksOkay, so I haven't updated in nearly a month. So what? I don't have any links because I don't particularly care about the links right now. I just felt like getting on and talking, you know? I just want to say one thing. I hate the past. People are always being so romantic and crap about the good ol' days and all that junk. It sucked back then, and it sucks now. The difference is in the air conditioning. That sounds stupid as heck, I know. But think about it for a moment. All those shows or whatever that are based in the past always show the characters sweating and looking all stinky and stuff. Now granted, that still happens, but the difference is that it's mostly a choice now. That's what I like about living now. The air conditioning. I like heat too, but heat has almost always existed. The invention of the air conditioning, ah that was great. That and talking movies. I was watching Singing In The Rain last night with my Mom. Guess what the characters in that movie had just be introduced to. Talkies. Talking movies. Oh hey, the actors actually have to act. It's the year two thousand two. 2002. I like this year. Someday in the not too distant future, someone is going to talk about how it was crap to live back then (now). Well hell, I like it now, and probably the people living in 1890 (or some such crap) liked living back then. The difference is that we have air conditioning and those people back in 1890 or whatever simply in two words, did not. And that is all I'd like to say. Sorry I haven't posted in a while, but I've been busy. I'm graduating from high school in less than a week. Yippee. (0) comments 4.19.2002
Technological Bill Of Rights?These are certainly interesting days we live in. You know why I like nowadays? I like the current time in this world, because it is interesting. Interesting. Life is such a continuous routine. You get up, eat, sleep, work, talk, etc. Things happen over and over and over; until we don't even notice how incredibly dull everything really is. People get set in their patterns or ruts, and they forget that there are other things in the world besides what is going on in their lives right then. A Technological Revolution. Personally, I think that it isn't broad enough, but I kind of like where it is going. I think that this subject needs to be defined better. What is legal? The internet is a crazy place. You know that. I'm taking on more than what that website is saying. I'm saying that I think the people who are in charge of the system don't know the system anymore. Like I said, the internet is a crazy place. The internet is a mostly rule-less (or is that ruleless?) place (or so it sort of seems to me). After all, isn't anarchy truly man's natural state? I love the internet. It is free and wild and crazy. You can find anything on the internet. You don't even have to know where to look. Heck, you can just go to Google and type in practically anything and get an answer back. If people think that they are going to be able to try to control the internet, then they have another thing coming. We outnumber all of those anti-progress, anti-future types. You know, the stodgy types who really don't understand what people are like these days. We are the future. Either people can get used to it, or they can shove it. Pure and simple. I for one am not going to miss out on the future. (0) comments 4.14.2002
I Think These Are Silly Which Rocky character are you? And I preached today btw, and everyone thought that I did a really good job. One lady even came up to me and said that she had a friend who writes speeches for the president of some college, and she thought that might be something I'd be really good at. Go fig, right? BTW, I graduate May 24th. That's freaky. I'm happy, but that's still freaky. Mom said that I need to find a job. The county that I live in has the highest unemployment rate in the entire state of North Carolina! Oy. (0) comments 4.13.2002
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Boy, aren't I special. BTW, I'm preaching tomorrow at my church on the Freedom Of Prayer. Cool, huh. (0) comments 4.03.2002
From The Nine Enneagram Types, I Am . . ." take free enneagram test And for the record, my list from most like to least like, reads like this: 6, 4, 8, 2, 3, 5, 9, 1, 7. Neat. (0) comments 3.30.2002
So What Happens In One Week?What? You don't know? Only the coolest thing in the entire world!!! Okay, that might be a little much. :p Okay, fine. I'll tell you. It's my birthday of course! My 18th birthday! This week also happens to be my Spring Break, which is very cool as well. I can't write much, because we're getting up early to go to the Easter Sunrise service at my church. Yay! It's actually pretty cool. I haven't been home for Easter in the past 3 years or so. I usually spend Easter at my dad's house. But this year I'm staying here. I helped clean up the cemetary today. It was a mess. There are lots of trees that were overgrown, and people just dump their trash back there. We worked for 3 hours and it looks a lot better, even though we're not finished yet. I told one of the guys (he's a 7th grader and pretty nice) that it was my birthday next Saturday. I told him to guess how old I was going to be. He started with 14 and went down. Argh. He couldn't believe that I was going to be 18. Hmm, not quite sure if I believe it myself. :) (0) comments 3.26.2002
I had almost decided to give these up, but I love Calvin and Hobbes! :) (0) comments 3.23.2002
Spread The News, We Need To Join In The BOYCOTT Against Starbucks!Starbuck threatened to sue Backwash.com for linking to them. Get more information here, and tell them what you think! Don't drink Starbucks! Tell all your online and real life friends! Spread the news! (0) comments 3.18.2002
And Now It's ColdKind of, anyway. My mom was in Canada from Wednesday-Sunday. She said that it felt like this up there. I sort of laughed at her because she missed the really warm weather. Oh, and did I mention that it's cold and damp? I'm off today. I think that it was a built-in snow day or something. We were supposed to be off Friday as well, but as a built-in snow day, it actually got used. What's Val's response to this? "Oh well." Nothing I can do about it, right? The funny thing is this, yesterday I decided to take a nap. I started the nap at 6 pm. I woke up at 9 pm to brush my teeth. Then I went back to bed. I finally got up about 8:25 am. Hmm. I actually woke up somewhere in the 7 am region, but I stayed in bed and read some nice Star Trek for a while. :) So in other words, I got 13 hours of sleep?!? Sheesh. I think the last time I did that was when I came back for camp. Not in the last few years or anything, but the very first few times I was there. See, the camp I go to is for teenagers. Rising 7th graders through graduated 12th graders. When I first went, I used to get up early every morning to take a shower before everyone else got in there. I'd also get up to see the sunrise. So I'd go to bed at midnight and get up at 5 am. This was also during a week in which I was doing a whole lot of stuff. Physically, mentally and spiritually. It's a wonder I didn't get sick from lack of sleep. So when I got home from those first few times, I'd sleep for like 17 hours straight, no joke. The difference now is that I still go to bed at midnight, but I get up at 7. I'm still up before everyone else a lot of times (especially as the week wears on), but I get enough sleep to feel okay. I also gave up showering in the mornings (while at camp). If you shower in the morning, then you also have to shower in the afternoon because it is so hot. Bleah. Showering twice a day? No thanks. Oh yeah, and that camp is at the beach too. In combination with sweat, you also have sand. Not a pretty picture, especially for the showers. Oh, my good ol' flip flops. What would my feet ever do without them? (0) comments 3.16.2002
It's Friggin HotOkay, so I don't go much out on weekends. What can I say? I like sleep and the computer and movies. And I'm always short on all three of things during the week. So I get to do stuff that I want. It's nice. I went outside for the purpose of achieving #3, movies. I went to rent movies. The second that I stepped out of the house, I thought to myself, "My gosh, it's friggin hot!" It's humid too. We had one thunderstorm warning this morning, and now the sky is clouding up again. I heard that it is supposed to rain all next week. I suppose that's all right. North Carolina is still seriously low on rain for the last 7 or 8 years. I think the number is something like 32 inches below normal. Bleah. The strange thing is this, being from Oklahoma, I didn't even notice the drought. Sheesh. Wake up Val!! ~pokes self in head~ Oi vey (is that how you spell that?). Hmm. Oh well, things could always be worse. Wait, what am I complaining about? This is not bad! (0) comments 3.13.2002
It Could Be Possible That I'm Not Getting Enough SleepThis morning when I woke up, I noticed that the ground was wet. Okay, so it rained. Great. Then I happened to talk to my mom. She said to me, "Oh by the way, I unplugged the computer because of the giant thunderstorm last night." Erm, what giant thunderstorm? According to my friends, it was huge. This one girl said that she thought it was going to blow over her house. Hm. Another girl said that it really scared her because of all of the lightning and the really loud thunder; the house shaking, window rattling, loud thunder. Hm. I didn't hear it. I was totally gone (asleep). Oh well. (0) comments 3.11.2002
So Here We Are6 months today. It doesn't hurt so bad now. The sun is shining. I'm listening to music. It doesn't even make me cry anymore. Personally, I want to see what happens on September 11th, 2002. Then I want to see what happens the next year and the next. On September 11th, 2011, that will be the 10 anniversary. There will be kids around who were born after the attacks. They will have no memory of the horrors that we saw that day. They won't understand. I mean, they will, but not like we do. It'll just be like Pearl Harbor or something. For them, it happened in the past. Crazy. Well, those thoughts will only happen if we don't get blown up by then by any trigger happy presidents. (0) comments 3.10.2002
TomorrowTomorrow will be the 6 month anniversary of the September 11th attacks. I thought I'd mention that to you. You know, in case you somehow forgot. In case you managed to put it behind you and ignore it, just like everyone else around here. You know, just in case that might have happened. I watched the CBS documentary on it tonight. 2 hours of the stuff. Inside the World Trade towers. Right beside the fire fighters. I remember thinking right after it had happened that everything was so small now. Small as in unimportant. The problems that people had before the attacks didn't seem so bad. Everything paled in comparison. I think back on the archive for September 25th. I had written a poem. It's not too bad. You might consider reading it, but remember, no stealing! If you steal it, I promise to track you down and eat you, okay? (0) comments 3.09.2002
My Birthday Is Coming UpThat whole 18 year old thing is coming. April 6th in fact. Funky. You know, when I was a kid, the age I most wanted to be was 12. 12 sounded like such a cool age. A big 12-year old. 11 sounds young, and 13 is always the early stupid teen age. Teenybopper? Bleah. 14 sounded pretty cool, just because it wasn't 13, but 12 was always the best. Well, in my mind anyway. The other age that I though sounded cool was 15. 15 has a big age sound to it. I mean, you're halfway through your second decade of life! That's pretty big. I didn't think that 16 sounded that cool either. I don't really know why. It just has a wimpy sound to it. I never thought about 17 much because I had it in my mind that I wasn't going to be 17. It's not that I was going to die, it was just that it was an age for other people. 17 is the older teenager age. I spent 16 years of my life being just that. I couldn't see it happen, because I guess I didn't think that I was ever really going to grow up. And now look. In less than a month I'll be 18. 18 is also one of those ages that don't really happen. Yet it will soon happen, and I will be happy. The only way to stop aging is to die, and I don't want to die. It's not my time. If I ever know ahead of time when it is, I'll let you know. If not, oh well! (0) comments 3.02.2002
Bows HeadOkay, it's true. I haven't updated in a while. Sorry. Do I have a reason? Yes. Do I have a good reason? That depends on what you consider a good reason. I have recently found myself at MSN.com. More specifically, the games at MSN. Is that a good enough reason? Erm, you can decide. So you know that most of generation are the supposedly lazy types, right? TV generation. We were raised on it. That and games; you know, like Playstation and Nintendo and all of that. I am part of the information age. That wonderful invention known as the Internet. Well, a lot of that might be true, but not for me. Correction, TV and Internet is a definite. I just wasn't into Playstation and stuff. Why? I suspect that it might have had something to do with the fact that we didn't have a whole lot of money. I also suspect that it might have had something to do with the fact that I was girl. Or, it might have just been that I was out of the loop (a not so unfamiliar feeling). Heck, for all I remember, it might have been all of those. ~sigh~ I don't care. I didn't and still don't like those kinds of games. But, and that's a big but, I like some online games. Games like Alchemy and Atomica. Very addicting. Better watch it. (0) comments 2.23.2002
 I am Ludo! People just don't understand me. I'm a sweetheart who loves making friends - even with rocks, but I seem like a monster. Once people get to know the real me, they just can't help but love me.
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Weird StuffSo I had some weird dreams last night. I can only remember one of the dreams, but it was freaky. That's probably why I remembered it. :p I dreamed that half of the world blew up. Yeah, that's a weird sentence. I think that in my dream it didn't really blow up; everything just turned into molten lava. In other words, everyone died. The other part of the dream, connected with that, was that no one on the other side of the world knew about it. So all the people are dying horrible deaths, and no one knew. Hmm, now where does that sound familiar? Well, make your own judgement about that. It just seems like (at least to a lesser degree) that happens a lot anyway. The only difference in the dream was that it was so much more complete. The destruction was total. And it was freaking creepy. The closest thing that it connects to (as far as symbols in dreams go) are volcanoes. Heck if I know. (0) comments 2.16.2002
Well, Things Aren't So BadNot for me, anyway. I'm tired. I feel fine. Well, my throat hurts a little, but that's all. I didn't think about Sept. 11th on Feb. 11th; even though it was the 5 month anniversary. I didn't think about it at all. That's good. I mean, it's not good to forget it completely. It's just good to be able to get back on the horse of life. Sometimes it throws you. Sometimes you hang on. So I'm okay. Maybe the chemicals in my brain are getting balanced out once again. Maybe I'm just having a good week. Maybe I don't really know anything. Maybe I just want to go to bed and sleep for a week. Well, I'm off Tuesday, so that's something. I hope you all have a good weekend. Better not get into any trouble. :) (0) comments 2.15.2002
So As The World Seems To MeSo as the world seems to me, a lot of things are sort of pointless. Like some theories in math or science. Oh we can't see them, but they're out there. So what? What do they do? Oh, well they help us solve this other meaningless equation. Blaspheme to all mathematicians. Sorry Kev! And then there's the whole problem of being PC. Also, we have the problem of misinterpretation. That's a long word. It's probably mispronounced quite often. That's either because people don't look at right (or the way it was meant), or they don't know enough about it to make a valid opinion of it. Sounds familiar, no? I'd just like to say that in the process of these two problems, a lot of things probably don't get said. I could say my views on something, but you wouldn't understand them. You'd take them the other way, and then I'd never be able to say anything else about it without you bringing up what you thought I said before. Whew, that was a long sentence. Like abortion for instance. I'm pro-choice. I'm also pro-life. See? The problem presents itself. If you say one without the other, then people get the wrong idea. If I were to say, "yes I think abortions are wrong," you'll think me out to be one of those crazy New Right people, who blow up abortion clinics and stuff. Well granted, that might be some misinterpretation on my part, but listen anyway. Maybe I do think abortions are wrong. Maybe I just don't think they are for me. Maybe I think that I will never need one, so why worry about it? My point (yes I have one) is this. It's not my decision to control someone else's life. Or the decision about their supposed life. If I say that I think abortions are wrong, then you'll think that I want them completely gone. Well maybe, but I don't think that they ever will be. So why endanger the mother's life as well? I mean, people often will go to any extreme to get what they want. If you take away the safe option, you leave them with no choice. You make your own decision. It's not mine to make for you. And that's what I agree with. You know what I think deep down and far beyond any of this PC whatever? I can't even say PC crap for fear of misinterpretation. I'm always worried about saying the wrong thing. Saying something that might piss someone off. Well F666 it. Oh, that's my new word. You can probably figure out what it means. If not, sorry. Don't mess with people's lives. I took a spiritual gifts test a while back. It said that some of my biggest gifts are mercy and leadership. A leadership of mercy? In my AP Government class, we were talking about homeless people and mentally retarded people. This one guy said that we should take all of those people and put them on a boat out to sea. Then we should blow up the boat. Do you all ever think? Does anyone ever realize anything? Brothers, sisters, cousins, friends. Everyone is connected somehow. It doesn't matter if they're a drain on society. Everybody's connected. You can't screw with one person without affecting the whole group. I don't mean screw like that sort of screw, Misty Greene. I mean mess with. It's F666ing madness. Please don't mess with me. Don't mess with my stuff. Don't mess with my mind. Don't mess with my future or my past. Just leave me alone. (0) comments 2.09.2002
My Ears Are Stopped UpBut that's not the problem. The problem is that I seem to be coming up with this weird stuff all the time. Thoughts? Junk in throat? Dreams? Um, yes to all of the above. So what's the problem? Too many questions, too little time. And yet, you sit in your chair, staring out the window or the floor or at the road and think, "Is this all there is?" And it seems to be. Is this all there is? You watch your tv or get on the computer. You eat. You work so that you can eat. You eat some more. What else. Oh, well people play some basketball or football or something. People get hurt. We're actually very fragile creatures. So we get hurt. We get put in hospital maybe. What does that lead to? More reading/watching tv/talking. Talking about what? Oh sports of course. Gossip about anything. A family crisis or two. World politics. We work to survive. We survive to work. Huh. We eat because we work, because we want to survive. For what? To go eat some more. Or spend time with friends (probably eating or drinking). We get drunk (not me personally). We throw up. We get sick. We eat again. We work to get money to buy things. Clothes. Great, I survive to have clothes? Cars. So we can travel, right? To see things. Other people's lives. What fun. What are they doing? Eating. Sleeping. Dreaming. Dreaming about what. Other people's lives. Where they are doing what? Eating. It just seems like there could be more and there isn't. Oh sure there are all the little things you have to do too. Chores, school, relationships etc. Just so you can watch your tv and eat something and survive. Or dream. About what? Things that will never happen. Fantasy. Sometimes I wonder if we really aren't inside a Matrix like in that movie. But what would the machines be getting out of our energy sources? Power. Nourishment. Food of a kind. To do what? To survive. For what? Just because they have programmed that way. Hmm. Humans, animals, robots. We're all the same. We just want to exist. To live. Although life is not what we'd like a lot of times. Complain? Well, if you really don't care what happens, complaining does fine. Some people care though. They do stuff. Some people even go to an extreme. Terrorism is just a way of people saying they want a change. They want to be involved. They aren't necessarily concerned with their own survival, but for their people or their group. They are doing what they think is right, which is a lot more than I can say for a lot of people. They are actually trying. So whether you agree with the methods of people like Osama Bin Laden or not, admit it. At least he is taking a stand. He is doing something. It's not a good thing. But at least he's doing something. (0) comments 2.08.2002
It's Not To Say That I Don't Have Anything To Say. . .. . . it's just that I can't put it on here. Too many people could potentially find out, so I don't want to write about it until I graduate. :p It's sort of like that time I accidentally smacked my driver's ed teacher in the head. I was just going by where he sat, and I was going to pretend like I was going to smack him. You know, a fake hit that goes right above the place that it looks like you're going to hit (If you understood any of that, bravo). Well, everything was going according to plan when I aimed too low. I smacked him good. It also scared me good. When I tell people about it now, I laugh it off. I say I meant to or something silly like that. I didn't mean to. He threatened after school detention when I did it. So I have lots of things happening to me, I just can't talk about them here. But I'll probably tell you about it in about 3 and a half months. By the way, it's 8 weeks and 1 day until my 18th birthday. Very cool. (0) comments 2.04.2002
This Is Just Really OddI don't post anything for about 4 days, but yet I have more hits than when I do post things. Sheesh. Okay, so everyone has been on a message board, right? If not, you are STRANGER than me. And I can say that because this is my website. Alright, I'm assuming that everyone has been on a message board. Assuming is bad, because it makes an ASS out of U and ME. See? There are all types of people on message boards. Well there's this guy who has compiled a list of all the different types complete with descriptions. Yay!. The next question of course is, "Do you see yourself in any of these descriptions?" I do. I think that I'm probably the Lonely Guy/Girl: Lonely Guy doesn't get out much, and often his social isolation can drive him to do battle just for the human contact. Compassion dictates that we shouldn't get too upset with his antics. Nonetheless, Lonely Guy can be very fierce. Remember, he has nothing better to do than stew over real or imagined insults. Also make sure you remember that this is me at my worst. Lately, I've turned into more of a Lurker, but that's probably just because I've been outgrowing different message boards. I outgrew about three message boards this past fall, so who knows what could happen now, right? But always beware the Xenophobe: Xenophobe is usually a long-term discussion forum participant and he thinks of the forum as his private compound. Xenophobe regards newbies to his forum as mentally deficient and perhaps even having criminal tendencies, and they are invariably approached with suspicion and condescension. If a Newbie has the temerity to make critical observations about the forum's social dynamics, or questions prevailing opinion, Xenophobe will attempt to silence or drive out the newcomer. And that is true. (0) comments 1.31.2002
So, How's Your Life?Some people change the subject by saying, "How about them Cowboys?", ie: my mom. I just say "So, how's your life?" when things are getting weird on the ol' Internet. Imagine if you were stuck in an airline toilet for 2+ hours. It'd suck, right? Heeheehee. This lady sure knows that it sucks. Heeheehee. Feel sorry for her. And laugh. So, how's your life? (0) comments 1.30.2002
New Year's ResolutionsYeah, they're a little late, I know. Oh but first: Jish asked me to say HI! to my webloggers webring neighbours. » to the left of me: .::Cerebral Brie::. Brain Cheese with a side of Mental Fries. » to the right of me: Oddsocks: When blogs go bad. So hi. Anyway, my resolutions. Funny, it took me a really long time to think these up, and there's only two.
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So I Don't Get On The Internet For 5 Days, And Suddenly It All ChangesWeird. Well, this weekend I was at All District Band. I was around my band director all weekend. That was very interesting, let me assure you. I was around him from 6:30 am Friday morning, all the way up to Saturday afternoon. It was fun. I have to watch the State of the Union Address tonight (bleah). I have to watch it, watch the Democratic response, read the headlines the next day about it, and glean every possible piece of info. off of the internet about it. Ugh. All thanks to our friend, AP Gov't. Oh yeah, and I also have to draw some pliers. (0) comments 1.23.2002
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HomeworkIt's the last semester of the last year of my high school career. Yet for some reason, I chose classes that require homework to pass them. Hmm. There's something infinitely wrong with that. Tonight, at least, won't be that strenuous. I have to draw an old boot for Art 1, and do some translating. Translating, no problem. Boot, problem. I don't even have an old boot. I have a hiking boot though; think she'll mind? Last week I had to draw a phone. That was interesting. I spent like an hour and a half on it, and it turned out pretty good. I got a 97 on it. I'm happy. This week however, I fear that my grade will not be as well. Oh well. Other News So I'm going to All District Band. We leave Friday morning at 6:30 am. Ew. I usually get up at that time for Zero Period. But in this case, I have to be there. Ew again. Personally, I think that they should naps at the high school. You know when you're in kindergarten, you really don't need/want naps. But when you're in high school, you really want naps, but can't take them (not in school anyway). See? Life is just screwed up all over. (0) comments 1.20.2002
Things That Piss Me OffI'd say, among other things at least, that when you type out a really good post (and you know it's good), but then it disappears. That pisses me off. So maybe I'll get all of what I had back, and maybe not. We'll just have to see. (0) comments 1.19.2002
Personality TestsPersonally, I like personality tests. Heh. I noticed recently that they are becoming more numerous with each passing day. Where can they all be coming from? Here's another that I recently came upon through the wonderful help of Backwash:  Which Internal Organ are you? Find out at willaston's lounge! (0) comments 1.18.2002
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I tied between the two. You know what? As of yesterday, our microwave decided that it didn't want to work anymore. This makes me sad. You really don't understand how much you rely on your microwave until it dies. ~sniff~ (0) comments
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Which drink are you? Hey, you know what? I got a date to the prom! And I made All District Band! Whoo hoo! All in the same week too. And I love my schedule. It's just so awesome. I really like almost all of my classes. Even 0 period isn't that bad (being at 7:05 am). Minus that thing with my Music Minister, I had a pretty good week. That thing with my Music Minister is very complicated, and dates back to this past summer. In other words, it's a long story. I'll tell you this much. This summer, he did something that caused me to stop trusting him (not perverted or anything). But I don't trust him. So I'm not going on the Choir trip this summer because of it. He found out and tried to manipulate me into feeling like I was wrong, and I should feel sorry for him. Well, F*** him. So that's a basic rundown of the thing. Urgh. (0) comments 1.11.2002
I Just Found A Whole Lot Of Cool StuffDid you know that if you put "lastcrazyhorn" into Google you get stuff about me on the first page? Look at this. It's statistics from the Blogger chatroom. That's me! That's me! (0) comments 1.10.2002
So, I Couldn't Post Here Last NightWhen I came on, Blogger was then having problems with publishing. I just got finished watching Survivor. I'm not going to say who won, on the off chance they haven't shown it where you are. Let's just say that I sort of half expected it. I never told you, but If you want to find out if I became a columnist at Backwash, just e-mail me. So it's late at night, and I still have to be thinking some more about Locke's State Of Nature. Bleah. I think that I might have read that before. Bleah to that time as well. My schedule (in case you were wondering) goes like this:
Fun. (0) comments 1.06.2002
I Saw The Clock And I FrozeYou might have guessed it. It was 9:11 pm and I was watching The X-Files. Or at least that crap that passes for the X-Files nowadays. 9:11. Time froze. I couldn't breathe. I remembered being there when the T.V. was switched on and everything was thrown into chaos. It felt like that day. My insides froze and I couldn't breathe. The first image that I remember seeing was the shot of the city. Then they pulled it over to the smoking building. Then we watched as the second plane hit the other building. We saw shot after shot; angle after angle. We saw the screaming people run from the buildings. We heard the sirens. And all of this on T.V. We watched it for four hours straight. Then we watched them replay the tapes over and over at home. News for 24 hours straight. 9:11 pm. I just closed my eyes, willing the clock to change. But it didn't. I kept opening my eyes and it was still 9:11. I hate that day. Did you know that day was the day before my friend's 18th birthday? Some birthday present, huh. The thing that is really interesting is September 10th, 2001. It just seems so calm, peaceful, safe. Innocent, naive, even boring. That's fine. Boring is good. Really. In Exactly 3 Months. . . I will turn 18 on April 6th, 2002. Cool. (0) comments 1.05.2002
(0) comments And The List ContinuesLook, I didn't mean any disrespect with that CRAP idea. It was a crap idea. I was just using it as an example. Also, don't get mad at me for trying to finally put a sort of hold/end/control of the madness to what happen with The Attacks. Listen, I don't swear except for when I'm stressed or mad. But I am tired of all of this shit. It goes on and on and on. I have dreams about it. I see meaningless reports on T.V. about, "Oh, we nearly have him now." Yeah? You've been saying that for the last 3 freaking months. Or maybe it was two. I don't know. It's just wearing me down. I'll forget about it for a while, days even. Then I see something that'll trigger it. The worst part is that everyone else seems to have already moved on. That they're already cool with it or come to grips with it or okay with it or whatever. It's not over. It's not ever, ever going to be over. You mark my words. In fifty years, if we haven't blown ourselves up by then, they will still be searching for Bin Laden. I don't care if he's dead. They said that Castro would probably be dead too and he's not. Although, I don't really have much of a problem with Castro. In fact, our descendents probably won't have much of a problem with Bin Laden. But they'll keep running the freaking news reports about how they have almost finally caught him. And for what? For some age old fogies (us) who still want to see him burned at the stake for what he did to us fifty freaking years ago. Personally, I don't think that will do anyone any good. Except maybe a couple of us old fogies sleeping easier. Face it. Everyone who has the power up in the gov't or whatever to control these events will probably be dead in 50 years. I mean, I'll be 67, which isn't that old mind you. But these people are all like 40-something or 50-something or even 60-something. Listen. That doesn't mean I forget about it or anything. It's just a sort of closure. (0) comments 1.04.2002
Words That Make Me Think Of The Attacks On The WTCBTW, referring to the attacks as anything like 9/11 or 911 is not allowed on this blog anymore. It's just The Attacks. In italics. Okay. Things that make me think of The Attacks are:
That's all I can think of right now. I'll get back to you. (0) comments It Needs A New NameSeptember 11th. 9/11. 911. I hate those names. I hate 'em all. If we have to live with it for the rest of our lives, we need a better name for it. The Day The World Fell Apart? Well, it didn't completely, just America. I know what we need! An acronym. Like CRAP or something. Any suggestions? No? Hmm. (0) comments I Did ItNo, not sex. You dirty minded people. J/k. I sent in my application to Backwash. They said that they'd respond in 48 hours. It has been. . .3 hours and 26 minutes. (I wrote this at 7:29 pm). It's driving me nuts. I read through some more columns that I had missed before. I think that I could definitely do this if they accept me. Oh please let them accept me. (0) comments Okay I Haven't Applied To Backwash YetI've been rethinking that course of action. It's not that I'm planning on not doing it at all. . .it's just that I can't think of a good 5-7 word description or a name. Yeah, that's a really nice holdup. You're probably thinking that I'm being wimpy. On the other hand, you're probably thinking something along the lines of, "Thank goodness she's not doing that! I've seen her writing and she sucks!" Thanks for the vote of confidence. But that's me saying that, right? Isn't it? I could do it, couldn't I? Maybe? Hopefully? Or am I just fooling myself? Hmm. I'll get back to you on that one. I think I could do it. I just have to have some confidence. How about, "The Odd One Out?" BTWThere is an Extremely High Chance that I am a mutant. Are you? (0) comments 1.03.2002
Oh The Weather Outside Is Frightful. . .But inside it's so delightful. . .well, not really. It's kind of chilly in here right now. I'm wearing long johns with a tee-shirt and a sweatshirt and a pair of pants over them, and I'm shivering. It's still snowing. It's 23 degrees (F). Cleveland County Schools are closed for students and teachers. That means that I'm staying home. Good. If they hadn't of closed the school, I was thinking about calling up there. I was going to tell them that there was two inches of ice on my driveway, my road, and the highway beside my road. I was also going to tell them that I had no desire to be Crest High School's fatality this year. Yeah, that's right. Someone dies at my school every year. Usually it's through some car accident. That's a fun thing. Who's it going to be this year? I don't know, but I can definitely say I hope it won't be me. (0) comments 1.02.2002
Always One Step OffI think I'm going to send in my application to Backwash. And I think I'm going to use that as my name. So wish me luck. (0) comments So Now It Actually Is SnowingWell, it's more of "wintery mix." It started with sleet. It's still sleeting, but it's snowing too. The ground is starting to cover up a bit now, but not the roads. I'm looking outside right now. It looks like a million diamonds just floating to the ground. It doesn't snow very often here. I suppose that's good too. If it did, I'd get tired of it and not appreciate it as much. I'm Thinking About Sending In An Application To Be A Writer For BackwashI'm afraid to. I can just imagine them sending me an e-mail saying, "Your column is the worst piece of garbage we have ever had the misfortune of reading." I could see that happening to me. They wouldn't want me. And if they did, they'd be sorry once they found out how awful I am. There are plenty of other good writers out there. There's no reason they'd want me. Although, what I just wrote sounds really weak and pitiful. You know, when I was younger, I wanted to be a writer. I even wrote this little story when I was in the second grade that my teacher really liked. She showed it to all the other teachers. Yeah, that was second grade. Okay, here's another example. When I was in the 9th grade, we had to do a project in English. I chose to rewrite Romeo and Juliet into a modern play. I spent about 10 days on it. I got up every morning and worked on it for about two or three hours. I worked on it in the evening. I reset it in the Land of Oz and renamed the play, "Nomeo and Dorothiet." It was cool. It also happened to be 35 pages long. I think that this would be a really cool thing to do. I just don't know if anyone else could think that I am good enough to do something like this. So if I were to do it, I'd have to come up with some main things to focus on. Main things to write about or find links on. Eclectic tastes of a mixed up stranger? Sometimes I'm 7, sometimes I'm 17 and sometimes I'm 27? That was stupid. Lego stranger from afar? Stupider than the last one. Not So Evil Enemy? A mixed up Two Face? -one is my real face and one is my fake, I'm just not always sure which is which. Well, that was the best one yet. And still it was bad. Okay, I need to get out of the mindset that the world has given me. I need to get out of the mindset that I am weird and unusual and worthless. Unusual, maybe. Worthless, no. A writer that cannot even come up with her own title, is not a writer. I like finding out what events in people's lives made them the people they are now. I like the process. People often forget the process and focus only on the end result. I like seeing how they got that end result. I like reading about other people's lives and adventures. I like life. I like pictures and books and daydreams. I like fiction and scifi and weird analogies. For example: Learning how HTML works is like trying to figure out how your VCR works. Or something like that. Brainstorming. Thinking. Philosophying. Is that even a word? I like being right. I like things to be right. I keep up with funny news events. I keep up with painful news events. I don't pretend to understand everything that goes on. Oh wait, yes I do. I'm a control freak who doesn't control things very well. Hmm. Control Freak With Nothing To Control? Best name yet. (0) comments Good GriefFor one thing, don't get mixed up with guys who are into things like robbery and kidnapping. This girl, "April Abercrombie" (that sounds fake), had her ears cut off with a steak knife. Guess who did it. Her boyfriend. Yep, that's a healthy relationship. The guy who found her said that she had her arms around her head and that blood was streaming out. He asked her what was wrong and she said that her boyfriend had cut her ears off. Then the guy asked her to show him her head. She kept repeating these words, "They hurt, I'm going to die." Sometimes, I think you deserve what you get. And then my conscience sticks its head back up and says, "No she didn't." So then, I smack my conscience back down and say, "Yes she did." This goes on for a few minutes until we declare a draw. So maybe she should have known better. Maybe she was just in an abusive relationship and didn't know better. I don't know all the facts, so I really can't make a judgement. Of course, I really shouldn't judge at all, I guess. The good news was that this was in South Carolina. The state just south of where I live. Also, they did manage to find one of the ears. It Smells Like SnowIt is already snowing east of here. Personally I just don't think that's quite fair, you know? East of here? It's supposed to move through here first and then go east. Not fair at all. Although, I'm just hoping for any snow at all. Technically, tomorrow is supposed to be my first day back to school. If it snows (even a little bit), I won't have to go back. Cross your fingers for me folks. The wind is out of the North and the sky is dark and cloudy. It has been in the 20's (F) all day, so the ground is nice and cold. It smells like snows, and feels like snow. All we need now is some freaking snow! (0) comments It's Supposed To Snow Here TonightI've heard anything from 1-6 inches. It just depends on which way it goes. You can't even get on Weather.com right now. They send you to an overflow page. Eh. Just go to Wunderground. They aren't as busy. Right now it is about 20-something (F) outside. It's kind of funny actually. Around here, whenever it even looks like it might snow, there's a run on bread and milk at the grocery store. Like I said, kind of funny. Speaking Of Funny Things. . . . . .I was watching the news last night (yes I know, what could I have been thinking?!?), and they were showing W. in some really, really tight jeans talking to some people at a grocery store or something. Well, that fact alone was enough to make me gag, but when I looked up I started laughing. He was shaking hands with some kid. As soon as W. turned away, the kid quickly wiped off his hand. Heeheehee. Oh man. Poor kid. (0) comments 1.01.2002
My Head Has Now Been Reattached To My ShouldersRight then. That was a very odd experience last night. Very odd. I had the strangest dream last night. I dreamed that they had to amputate part of my right leg for some reason or another. But the weirder thing was this: they let me keep the amputated leg. So part of the time I got along on a prosthesis. The rest of the time I wore my old leg. It didn't stay connected obviously. It just was. I don't remember my dreams very often. Not that complete anyway. I think we went on a band field trip or something in the dream. I think that I kept trying to find a place/time to talk to my friends/director about what had happened, because no one knew. Another weird thing was that when the prosthesis was on, I could still wiggle my toes. I mean, my fake toes would wiggle. Weird dream. Weird StuffWell, speaking of weird dream(s); I was looking on Google the other day for weird stuff. Listen, don't try that at home! That was sort of freaky, some of the stuff it pulled up. Although, I did find something good. Bennet Haselton's Autodave. See, you use his device that he has on that page to come up with an automated Dave Barry column. It's pretty funny. I like Dave Barry, but there are some things in his columns that sometimes appear to be generated automatically. And, they are with the Autodave. There are two different versions. The short one only has five questions. It gives you a pretty good taste of what it is like. The long one is really good. Here is a G-rated column I did using the short version: (why G-rated? I don't know if kids are getting on here or not. Besides, fun for the whole family. But try using cuss words, that's funny too.) Recently in Anchorage (motto: "Go away"), residents reported an outbreak of toes. Perhaps you think there are no toes in Anchorage. Perhaps you are an idiot. The long version is a lot better. But you get the idea. (0) comments I Think It Is Safe To Say That I Am A Little TipsyA feat that my brother would be proud of. But right now, I feel like everything is out of focus, and I'm floating off into God knows what. Once again, Happy New Year. Ta. (0) comments Yay! It's 2002!Well, at least where I am it is. The ball just dropped. And as my mom said, "Hey, Dick Clark is still alive!" So that's it. Time to go to bed. No? Time to drink champagne and stay up late? Hmm. Well, if you insist. (0) comments
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