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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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