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Betsy read this story a million times...   
08:52am 01/08/2005
mood: relaxed
I was so fucking wasted...uh...I guess I could say Sunday morning. We were supposed to go to Mark's sister's place in Wildwood Saturday night but she failed to mention that there was security at her place so we couldn't get in and they didn't even know how much alcohol we had (3 cases of beer and 4 bottles of rum to be exact). The fact that there were 10 of us there didn't help either. So we were in Wildwood from 12-2:30 waiting to see if we could get into his sister's place when we finally decided we should just go back to Philly and drink at Kyle's house.

The car rides were just ridiculously funny. I don't know if it was just because I was so tired and everything seemed silly but...we were laughing so hard.

I was so tired when I got back to Kyle's house that I didn't even feel like drinking anymore(This was around 4ish). Then once we started drinking it was like there was no stopping me. I'm notorious for bad pouring and this night was no exception. My first rum and coke was ok. Finished my glass the same time Jim finished his. So I poured us both another. That's when things started getting...uh...bad. I was out drinking Jim. Jim of all people! I don't recall a thing that happened between the hours of 6am-2pm so I will tell about what I heard happen.

Apparently my fourth glass of rum and coke was so light on the coke that it looked like Iced Tea. <- Gross

Apparently I got with Cheryl and Trish. <- And I wanted my first time to be special (Cute Chicks Rock! T-shirt while at KFC)

Apparently I hit my head on many things. <- My head hurts in random spots, and no assholes it's not called a hangover because it only hurts in certain spots on my head when I touch them.

Apparently I puked everywhere. <- Yeah I can see that happening. I picked up my jeans...my NEW jeans! And they were covered in puke. I should have taken them back to the store like that and told the chick they don't fit. Because they don't and I'm not a size fucking 5.

Apparently Jim and Trish changed my clothes. <- Yeah, definitely woke up saying "These aren't my clothes..." Kyle's shorts were way too big for me.

I passed out around 8 and woke up at 2 and I was still drunk. I got home around 4 and I was still drunk. What time I finally sobered up, I have no idea because I fell asleep around 5 and woke up at 6:30. Finally I was sober. I went downstairs, ate half a piece of chicken and took my shower. At about 9 o'clock I puked up the chicken.

We hung out at Kyle's again last night and Jim decided he wanted some burgers, so me, Jim and Bill got into Jim's car and headed to Acme. Well Jim and I did. We dropped Bill off at home so he could shower and stuff. Those burgers were good. =)

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Good times...   
05:28pm 30/05/2005
mood: indescribable
I need to road trip more often. And I can't believe I said I didn't want to go.

Thursday night after I got home, Jim asks me if I want to go with him to visit his friend Scottie from school. Considering Jim's car was being poopy that night and I had told Ana that I'd chill with her on Sunday, I kinda didn't really want to go, but Jim was so insistant and I figured it would be something different to do, so I agreed.

So Friday I went to work and decided that I'd tell my parents I was going after I got home. I thought my parents weren't going to let me go but they had no problems with it which was pretty cool. So I packed my stuff, ate some dinner and headed over to Jim's house. Now I mentioned that Jim's car had been acting poopy the day before which was one of the reasons I didn't want to go. Jim goes to the gas station to get gas (duh) and to fill up his tires. When he went to turn the car back on...FFBBPPTT! Nothing! The car was dead and it was about 8:00 at night. Scottie's house is a three hour drive from where we were. Jim's mom brought a new battery, Jim hooked it up and we were on our way. About 100 miles into the trip his new battery starts going dead. Turns out that Jim's alternator died so we had to call a tow truck to get us the rest of the way. We didn't get to Honesdale until 12:00. When we got there, Jim called Scottie and he had apparently gone out which was kinda crappy considering what we went through to get up there. Realizing that we'd need to check into a hotel to spend the night in, the Hotel Wayne seemed like a good cheap spot. So I got a room for 60 bucks and after the lady handed me back my change, Jim's friend Devon from Kutztown was there, so I got my money back and he gave us a lift to where Scottie was and all was good...minus the cabin we slept in for the night and me waking up to Scottie puking his guts up from drinking whiskey. I can't understand how it could have been colder in the cabin than it was outside. It was freezing in the cabin and it was 70 something degrees outside. Jim, Scottie, John and I headed back to Scotties house which made me feel a whole lot better. Getting Jim's car to Scottie's house made me feel a whole lot better. Taking a shower and getting drunk later that night made me feel a whole fucking lot better. Jim and Scottie's dad went to the junk yard and got an alternator and on Sunday they put it in.

Watching the guys do that was kinda sucky so I went inside and slept all afternoon. Scottie's parents made one hell of an amazing dinner which I think we all needed. After that we showered and went out to Viv's house to drink some more. I got smashed again. After drinking three cups of rum and tonic John made me chug a cup of beer which, surprisingly, I did. Once we got back to Scottie's house a mug of beer sat before me and then I drank that, too. Just imagine the wastedness that was me.

I kinda didn't want to leave. It was a change of scenery and most of the people I met were cool as shit. I'd definitely go back up again.

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11:48am 14/05/2005
mood: lethargic
My grades have arrived...
Animal Medicine: A
Clinical Chemistry and Urinalysis: B
Laboratory Animal Management: A
Surgery: A
Pharmacology and Anesthesiology: A
Psychology: A

My GPA was a 3.8 and this semester of work has pulled my cumulatlve GPA up to a 3.5!

Anyway, down to real business. I haven't updated in a while one of the reasons is because I can't and another reason is because I couldn't. Since I've been out of school I've been out every night of the damn week. Not that I am complaining or anything. It's actually been kinda great.

I went out with Jim over to Bri's house. We played poker and because I lack interest in playing after a while, I decided I was just going to lose. Let's face it, I was probably going to anyway.

Oh man, what a day. Morris was having a party at his place and he invited Jim and told him to bring whoever. So Jim, Dan, Ed and I go to Morris' and get completely smashed. I'm amazed I made it home alive. I was supposed to sleep over Jim's house but then on the ride home he tells me that there's no point in me sleeping over so he drove me home. The next day he didn't remember a thing. Go figure...

Sunday: Did the usual: church and walking Betsy to work. I went to Bobby's house later on which was pretty cool. I got him more finger puppets. Dinosaurs this time.

Finally got to see Mark! I haven't seen him in a long long time! I bought the dude's a case (they paid for it of course) and we just chilled at Mark's house and drank. It's amazing how the conversation never died that night. We all had so much to talk about it was ridiculous. I think we got there around 9:30/10ish and we didn't leave until 4. I can't complain, though. It was fun.

4 DOLLA MOVIE TUESDAY! Jim and I went to the movies to see Kingdom of Heaven. God Orlando Bloom is yummy. It was a pretty good movie. Not the best, but Orlando Bloom did help it.

Jim was planning on having a poker night at his house but no one showed up so we ended up just going down to the river. We were there for like 2 1/2 hours just talking the whole time about crap. It was pretty cool.

I can't really remember what happened this night...I think I just hung out with Jim. I fell asleep on his couch around 11 and went home at 12. I was fucking tired.

Last night:
Jim and I just chilled till 11 and then we went to John's house because he had a 6 day old keg that needed finishing. We got there and it was fucking freezing out! Then at some point some douche bag starts flashing this light at us and everyone thought it was a cop, so we all ran our asses off. Running with cold stiff muscles sucks! It turns out we ran for nothing. When leaving John's house I got a fucking splinter in my finger and it was a huge piece of wood, so it just sorta fell out and everything was ok. Jim drove me home and I went to sleep.

This morning:
I woke up today and got on the computer for the first time in days. Go figure that the piece of shit still wasn't working when I got on. Mike had to fix some things and now all seems to be running smoothly. I rubbed my eye to make sure there was no sleep scum or loose eyelashes hanging around my eye and you know how you look at your hand afterwards to make sure there's nothing there so that you don't look like an ass with eye junk on your finger? Yeah, in my finger is this fucking splinter. My mom was trying to get it out with tweezers and that wasn't working because it wasn't superficial enough. So mom being mom gets a sewing needle. She's poking around a bit to get some skin off so she can tweezer the little finger fucker out. By this point, I go pale in the face and am about to vomit. I got a container of warm water so I could soak my hand in an effort to get the fucker to wash out. As I am doing this, I start feeling really sick so I run up to the can an yack. Mmm...stomach acids. I tried to get the invader out myself but it was no go. That sucker is too deep in there. Now I have this splinter in my finger that I can't get out. Luckily it's so teeny tiny that I can't even feel it.

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12:35pm 06/05/2005
mood: relieved


See? Even Gordon's excited. The only test I know I did really good on is Pharmacology and Anesthesiology. He gave our grades back already and I got a 97!


I can't wait till I get my grades back. As far as I know, this is what I think I should be getting in all my classes:
Animal Medicine: B
Surgery: A
Pharmacology and Anesthesiology: A/B<- not really sure because of the way the labs grades are going to factor in
Clinical Chemistry and Urinalysis: B<- might be a C depending on how she graded our project.
Psychology: A

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I'd so wear this shirt   
08:25am 27/04/2005
mood: silly
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11:47pm 31/03/2005
mood: blah
I feel like I haven't done crap for the past week. They sent me home from work on Monday and we were closed on Friday, so I haven't worked in a good while. Totally blows! I need to get my check. Not that I really need the money but it'd be nice to grab.

The class trip to VHUP on Tuesday wasn't too shabby. I was even thinking about getting a job there after I graduate. It doesn't sound like a bad idea at all. It's not lab work but I figured I have plenty of time to do lab work so I might as well get some experience in a hospital setting. Speaking of experiences, Centocor was taken so I decided that I'm going to do my externships at Bridgewater and Horsham. I only learned today that Horsham wasn't such a hot spot to do it at because apparently someone had a bad experience there. But it'll only be for six weeks and I don't plan on getting a job there anyway, so I really don't see it as a problem.

We got out of Psychology early because this girl had an epileptic seizure. I didn't know what to do. I guess there wasn't much I could do.

Yesterday's surgery went nicely. I was thinking of posting some pictures that I took. I had to do the Physical exam and lab work on the two cats. Dr. Busch got a male and female cat for each class so that we could do two surgeries and not have it be as hectic with two females. Unfortunately, (or fortunately, depends on how you look at it) Dr. Busch took one look at her and decided she wasn't well enough to under go surgery. So we did the PE and blood work on her and gave her some fluids. This cat was so dehydrated that when we tested her hydration status, her skin just stuck up. It wouldn't go back in place. The way I see it though, if we did do surgery we would have gone over our time limit but not too much over. She was catheterized for fluids and that's the worst part of it all. Because of her condition, she would have gone down on anesthesia pretty fast and then all that would be left is the prep work and the surgery.

SOAPs were kinda funny. I got to do them with Lorie. Donna and Melissa from the other surgery lab were doing their SOAPs, too so Lorie and I kept looking off theirs as an example because we'd never done them before and we didn't want to fuck up because we get graded on them and all. Donna's cat broke a thermometer which was kinda funny.

When I got home last night my dad told me to go check the answering machine. Some practice called me and offered me a job. I have to call them tomorrow along with my two externship places. I have to remember to tell them that I can only do temp work because of my externships in the fall. I won't have time to do full time work at both places. I have to talk to the daycare, too because I won't be able to work there for 12 weeks in the fall.

Today was kinda fun. In Clinical Chem lab we got to play with water and food coloring again which wasn't really that great but I like playing with the toys we get to play with. The lab work is what I love doing. Not too keen on the clinical shit here.

In Lab Animal Lab we played with mice. I found out today that I'm not too keen on mice. No, I'm not saying that I am afraid of them, I just don't like working with them. They are way too wired and jumpy for my taste. We were given our own mice in their own separate containers and mine decided he was going to be a Mexican jumping bean and shoot out of the box. Brandy believes that the one female we have is pregnant which means we will have more mice to care for. More chow for the snakes, I guess. That's sort of depressing when you think about it. All that work with the little suckers fot them to become snake food. Anyone want mice at PETS? They're real real cute and they don't bite. I showed Brandy the picture of Gordon on the computer and she loved it and asked for a copy. So I let her have the one I had on me. If I really wanted the picture I could just print it out again anyway.

By Lab Animal lecture I just wanted to go the heck home. Ugh! Dr. Singleton was pretty funny today, though. He showed us a video and the TV menu came up with all this crap on it. And it said "Press Exit" on the screen and he couldn't find the "exit" button, so someone told him it was a touch screen and he started attacking the screen. It was funny...had to be there.

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01:04pm 11/03/2005
mood: pleased

I'm getting new shoes!

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Smarts or lucky guesses?   
07:34pm 09/03/2005
mood: accomplished

You Are Incredibly Logical

(You got 88% of the questions right)

Move over Spock - you're the new master of logic

You think rationally, clearly, and quickly.

A seasoned problem solver, your mind is like a computer!


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01:22pm 09/03/2005
mood: productive
Ok so I had another weird dream last night. I'm really starting to think that I need to see a dream interpreter for this shit. It's fucking weird. Here it goes...

I actually got to hang out with my friends for once! We were chilling in this place. It was kinda like a Subway. We got salads and sanwiches and stuff. EVERYONE was there. All the old crew and stuff: Nicole, Drew, Kyle, Shannon, Jim, Bill, Trish, me, Burke, Ana, Scrappy, Cheryl and I think even Bri was there. We were all getting food, fucking around like old times. I was eating like a hog of course. Then I bought gum (Orbit bubble gum) and some other things. I don't really remember those as well as I remember the gum. I know one of the things was a drink, but what it was exactly I don't know. The other item might have been a bag of popcorn. Then all of a sudden we were on the Titanic. Yes, the food place changed from the food place into the Titanic. Neat, huh? So we're on the big boat and obviously it has to sink. So we're just sitting around waiting for it to happen thinking of ways we can get out. There were these two ropes just hanging down and if you pulled it this board would rise up and we'd of been able to get out. But if there was water in the place, it wouldn't have worked because it would have been to hard to pull out of the water. Hard to explain. It made perfect sense in the dream. Here's where my loserdom and the love of video games comes into play. I was the first one to be lifted on the stupid board thing and when you get to the top there's doors to get out. Well this dead ghost lady was there. She always haunted the place and she thought that this would be the perfect time to show her but ugly face. As soon as I saw her I started singing "OOOH HOOO WITCHY WOMAN!" and she didn't like that too much so she threw a hissy fit and we got into a battle! So she was being all ugly and trying to scare me away. That was her fighting tactic I guess. I, being the smart person that I am, threw my food at her. The bubble gum bounced off her head (score to me!), the popcorn just hit her shoulder and the soda bottle went down her shirt. C'mon...how awesome am I? I'm even awesome in my dreams! The ghost lady started cracking up when I got the soda down her shirt so she left me alone. Then when I turned around, Christopher Lloyd was sitting there with the other random celebrities that showed up. He told me he was God. Hear that everyone? Christopher Lloyd is God! Brad Pitt also proposed to Gwenyth Paltrow. They're getting married, for those of you who don't know.

My dreams have to mean something. If they're so detailed like that! Ok, maybe they don't mean crap. We watched Angels in the Outfield at work the other week, so I'm thinking that's where Christopher Lloyd = God comes into play. And I see Brad Pitt movies all the time. I watched Oceans 11 the other day over at Bobby's house. Gwen...I don't know where she came from. Maybe I secretly want the two together even though I can't stand her! Everyone has dreams like this, right?

Lisa I still have your Christmas present. Next time I come over or the next time you talk to me, remind me because I keep forgetting and it's really lame.

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I have ADD, I know.   
12:52am 09/03/2005
mood: mellow
Ok, now I know I've said this before, but I'm going to say it again. I think I am going to post the same journal entry in both my dead and live journal so that everyone can read it and then Jen can stop nagging me to update my journal. Suck my butt, k? This entry won't appear in both journals though. There! I've already broken my promise. Now how do you like those apples?!

Speaking of apples, I could really go for some right now. Maybe I can stop over Bobby's tomorrow and then make Betsy go with me to WaWa. My sibbling loves me and I know she'll do anything for me. Yeah right. She's my pudge! ^_^

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I think it's about time...   
11:58pm 06/03/2005
mood: depressed
Man, I haven't updated in a while. So here I am and life is sucking a whole lot of cock. Jim seems to be avoiding me and I'm a real asshole for caring. Anyone want to hang out? If I had money I'd pay you but ya know...I don't so deal with it.

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06:33pm 08/12/2004
mood: pleased

Come on. You know you want to say it.

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It's not finished.   
11:55pm 06/12/2004
mood: artistic

Today wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be.

Hematology Lab: Had my final today. I didn't study and then once I got there I was told that it wasn't going to be open-note like it was last time. Naturally I panicked and missed a couple questions. I don't think I did too bad though.

Small Animal Lab: Oh this was just fucking ridiculous. We had our final again. Luckily she was in a much better mood for this test than she was for the last one. She was actually in a joking mood. We got in there and I noticed that on the chatheter identification section, she misspelled polypropylene. All of us went into our sections and like the midterm she gave us five minutes to practice the procedure and then we had to do it for her. I started with the Fine Needle Aspirate. When she came over to me, I has just pulled the needle out of the orange and I asked if I could finish the rest of my practice procedure before it was time for my actual test. She walked away saying "My you're so demanding today!" I got 10/10 points for my FNA. Next was the Mercury thermometer. I curse that thing. Wasn't sure what to put considering it was below the 96° mark. So naturally, I put 95.8°. She either gave me a 0/10 or a 6/10 for that one. I really couldn't read her writing, but I think it was a 6 because she wrote a 0 and then attached a little curved guy. So it's a 6 in my book! Not much to say about turning on the O2 machine. Earned a 10/10 for the machine. I got to the CPR station, but we were skipped when we got to that station because we were supposed to do it as a group. I so called it to. I was talking to Teresa when we were going over the stuff for the test and I was like, "Watch her make us do it as a group like she did when we went over it in lab." I'm so smart. When it was finally my turn to do the catheters, I organized them way she wanted. Dr. Busch came over, shoved the catheters completely out of formation and wrote "P-O-L-Y-P-R-O-P-Y-L-E-N-E" on the paper. She's like "Is that correct?!" and I was like "Yep!" She laughed and walked away. Then I reassembled my catheters and got another 10/10. Now, CPR was the best part of the whole test! She gave us 4 minutes to practice and then 1 minute to discuss with the group and give them feedback. After that minute was up, Dr. Busch walked over to the CPR dog, picked it up, and walked out of the room. Then she came running in screaming "OMG MY DOG'S NOT BREATHING! MY DOG'S NOT BREATHING!!!!" Then we intubated the dog and started doing CPR on it. Another 10/10. And I give Dr. Busch a 10/10 for her performace.

Small Animal Lecture: We got out really early today. That kinda sucked though because I was there from 1:30-4:30 doing nothing. Some poopyhead was away the whole time!

Hematology Lecture: Never thought angrily saying "No." would get me anywhere. We walked in and he had the projector set up like he was going to do a Power Point. It had "Estrus Cycle" as the title with a picture of two dogs in love on it. Denise was like, "What is going on? I want my guest speaker!" Teresa was ready to flip shit. She's like "IF WE GO OVER THIS I AM GOING TO BE SO PISSED. I'M SICK OF THE TEACHERS LYING TO US!" I told her to break his lap top. Mary suggested she take the light bulb out of the projector but I thought she should just take the whole projector. Then we decided it'd be funnier if we took the screen and hid it in the closet. Better yet, just have everyone start throwing desks around the room in a big riot. He came in and was like "Ok, since the guest speaker isn't here yet, we'll just go over the Estrus cycle until he gets here." What's the first thing that pops out of my mouth? A good solid "No." He's like "NO?!" and I'm just like "No." So he's like "Ok then we'll just go over things for the test." Yeah, well, we didn't really go over anything for the test. He just started babbling about some historical mumbo jumbo. Then the guest speaker came in. No clue what the guy was saying because I was too busy being ADD and daydreaming. I'm amazed I didn't fall asleep.

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06:16pm 03/12/2004
mood: amused
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Oh, these are interesting.   
05:53pm 03/12/2004
mood: giggly
My personal comments on each of them will go below.

1. The Chrissy With The Hole.
Go figure. And on my first one.

2. I Wish I Were a Chrissy Weiner.

3. Chrissy Saves Your Soul.
Group picture, anyone?

4. Go On, Get Your Chrissy Out.

5. A Finger of Chrissy is Just Enough to Give Your Kids a Treat.
This was just hysterical considering I work at a daycare.

6. Schtop! This Chrissy is not Ready Yet!

7. Look For The Chrissy Label.

8. Chrissy Makes Everything Better.
It's so true!

9. Once You Pop, You Can't Stop Chrissy.

10. Chrissy: The Other White Meat.

11. Choosy Mothers Choose Chrissy.
Right Jen?!?!?

12. There's Always Room For Chrissy.
Damn straight, knee grow.

13. Time for a Sharp Chrissy.
And I never go dull!

14. A Smooth-Running Chrissy is a Relaxing Experience.
Oh shit! You have no idea!

15. Strong and Beautiful, Just Like Chrissy.
They said I could be a deodorant.

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10:37pm 28/10/2004
mood: ecstatic
OMG KEV I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! I just had one hell of an awesome sauce day, and reading your comment just made it even better! I just survived the week from hell. Eight midterms in the span of a week! The only one I didn't do that good on was Small Animal Clinical and Emergency Procedures Lab, but then again that's because the teacher is an anal cunt rag. Haven't been doing much work because of school and all. They dicked me over at the daycare so I'm only working one day a week and fall/winter months are slow at the hospital, so they haven't really needed me. Because of having to wake up at 7 in the morning every day, I get so fucking tired at night. I'll try to stay up late this weekend so I can talk to you. Comment back and tell me how you've been and all that good stuff. //heart1!

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I think one of these lines should be said the next time any of you has sex.   
11:21pm 15/09/2004
mood: accomplished
So James and I were chatting and started our chat room antics again. God we are so silly. Prior to James coming in, Brad and I were talking about masturbation: who I masturbate to, if I'd ever masturbate to Brad and so on. Of course James comes in at the right time and the whole thing got started. Below is an excerpt of the conversation. Use the quotes if you want:

malice. = Me, coincidence = Brad, prelate = James

malice.: I must be bi then, because I'd so do Angelina Jolie.
malice.: //bashful
coincidence: do you masturbate to her
malice.: And, no Brad.
coincidence: do you masturbate to me?
coincidence: i always jack off to chrissy
malice.: No I only masturbate to thoughts of certain people.
coincidence: i wish i was one of those people
malice.: It's usually someone that I've done stuff with.
coincidence: would you ever wana do something with me
malice.: Or someone that I've talked about doing stuff with.
prelate: -coughs-
malice.: Hello James.
prelate: hi
malice.: What a shitty greeting.
malice.: Don't ever apply for a job at Walmart.
prelate: i was too busy fantasizing you fantasizing about me
shiivers: walmart rocks
malice.: Haha James.
malice.: I fantasize about you all the time.
prelate: i know this
malice.: And we quote Eddie Izzard during orgasms.
malice.: 'AHH FOUND YOU! FLAG!"
prelate: "oh my god! oh my god! oh my god! hoooocha hooocha hoooocha! LOBSTERRRRRRRR!"
malice.: Hahahahaha!
malice.: *high 5*
prelate: -high 5-
malice.: Oh man.
malice.: Next time I get laid.
malice.: I am so quoting him in bed.
prelate: "that's it! yes! yesssss! i have french loaffffff!"
coincidence: chrissy you can get laid any time you want
zuruckzumir: are you really ? a cookie ?
malice.: Hahaha.
malice.: A donut.
malice.: Ass.
malice.: "Oh yeah! Give it to me! Now I have to go because my grandmother is on fire."
prelate: "oh baby talk dirty to me in french!" "le singe conduit l'autobus"
malice.: Haha.
malice.: "Harder! Harder! No, I don't think it's supposed to go AROUND THAT WAY!"
prelate: hahaha!
prelate: "oh yes! oh yes! oh yes dr. heimlich!"
malice.: "I'm your husband for fuck's sake!"
prelate: "oh god oh god! did you fuck my wiiiiife?!"
prelate: "i AM your wife"
malice.: Hahahahaha!

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Imported from Canada, like Molson   
02:13pm 30/08/2004
mood: disappointed
As if it wasn't bad enough that I somewhat look like Avril, she seems to think the same way as me too.

For some reason, I got an issue of YM magazine today and it has her on the cover. Her hair is done the exact same way that mine was on Friday after I got home from work, and she has officially thwarted my plan of putting black streaks in my hair. Not that I was set on doing it, but I was contemplating streaking my hair with some random color. I looked inside the magazine and she has a similar black and white striped shirt that I have. She also shares the same lack of trust in guys that I have. I am thinking about going to www.ym.com and entering to win tickets to her concert so I can possibly meet her and discuss this problem I am having. If my demands are not met, I will sue!

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Something's wrong with Jim's basement.   
03:22pm 29/08/2004
mood: sick
Last night was fucking random. But, let me start with the day first.

I went to work. It was alright. I thought I was going to get out early but then I remembered that I told Jamie I'd help her with her rabies filing. I got out at about 3:30 and went home to shower. As soon as I got home, I showered because Jim said he wanted to go eat at like 5. So, I rushed my ass for nothing. I was sitting there drying my hair when he called. He's like "We're not going to eat till 7." And I was like ahh what the fuck! It's ok, though. At least I was ready to go. Jim and I went to Neshaminy first. I wanted to go to Hot Topic because they had a Cheshire Cat bag and a couple shirts I wanted. I only found one of the shirts from the website, but then I found a different shirt. It has Alice on it and it says "I've changed so many times since this morning." It just reminded me of the night of Jim's last party and how I changed four times that night. Tnen I found my bag and a few other things. I saw a ceramic Cheshire Cat bank. If anyone's thinking about getting me a present...hint hint.

We saw Alex at the mall. Which reminds me. Jim told her he'd call her and I don't think he did. After we went to the mall, we went to the mall. Jim wanted to go to the Dynasty Buffet. So we met Shannon, Kyle, Mark, Scrappy, Burke and Paula there. Burke and Paula went to Wendys because Burke can't eat Chinese. After that we went into Mills. Jim chilled in Time Out while we tried to find girl pants for Scrappy. Then they decided they wanted to go to Sam Ash. I hate that place. I went in, played with some stuff, and left to go find Jim. Jim was basically the whole reason I was out last night. I mean it was his last day here (I know he's coming back next weekend but it still feels weird with him not being there). I walked past the pet shop thingy and saw a kid with a visor in there and realized it was Jim. So we checked out all the sad and depressed animals. They look like shit in that store. They're all dirty and poo covered. I could never buy a dog or cat from a pet shop, because then I'd have to buy them all. They look so mistreated, it's sad.

After we met up with everyone, we went out into the parking lot to decide what we were going to do. Scrappy and Mark went to get beer, and then we were supposed to meet everyone back at the park. Jim took me back to his house so we could pee and then Jim and I got caught up in conversation with Jim's mom. Not that I have a problem with that. I love talking to Jim's mom. Apparently Jim has another extra bone. It's in his arm. Somehow he managed to fracture it, but it's so small that there's no way they can cast it. I found it pretty comical. Eventually Jim and I made it back outside and saw no one at the park, so we went to get gas. Jim made me go in to pay and the guy that was working there loved my shirt. Aside from Trish, who wouldn't? The Cheshire Cat rules. It was weird because we got back to the park and 2 minutes later Kyle, Shannon, and Burke pulled up. Then 2 minutes after that, Mark, Scrappy, and Werm pulled up. Werm knew some guy that was having a party at his place, so we decided to go.

This had to have been the most random party I've ever been to. It was this kid Steve Miller's house. Don't know him, don't care. A party's a party. I didn't get to drink, though. Not that I really wanted to being as how I was sick. There was this kid Frank there who was weird as shit. At one point he came downstairs with a pad stuck to his shirt and called it a neck tie. Steve cut his hand somehow and some other kid cut his hand somehow. They were wiping the blood on Frank's pad. The most random thing of all was when Steve and this chick Alli were making out on the deck and Frank climbed on the railing. The side rail couldn't take the weight and they all fell off. Frank hit first, then Steve, then Alli landed on top of him. Other than all that, the party was pretty beat. We left about 2:30. Headed back to Mark's house for a helf hour and then Jim and I went back to his house where I couldn't fucking sleep. I kept coughing my lungs off. I think I went to sleep about 6.

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03:20am 21/08/2004
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