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[24 Aug 2007|10:50pm] |
Yea I don't write in here hardly anymore.. merely a tool to keep up to date on some long distance buddies. Eh. I rarely have anything to proclaim or bitch about anyways and my mundane life leaves little to partake in digressing about in textual form but if one so wishes to embrace what little I do have to say, my blog is on.. dun dun dun.. myspace and my username there is ever so hard. http://www.myspace.com/zerelda
Christ on a cracker.
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[24 Jun 2007|04:59pm] |
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Yea so Shane is going to be in the repair shop for awhile... my poor baby... some fat ass motherfucking white trash hick fargin beast from hell bitch in a shitty ass dodge pickup decides to run a red light in front of me while I'm going forty five miles an hour down South Lapeer road. Yea people turn on red all the time like the guy in front of me did and I was even slowing down a bit to accomodate a bit of room since I'm a safe driver but this piece of shit runs out right in front of me and I slam on my brakes just in time not to fuck up that punk in the passanger seat. I saw my life and my bumper fly before my eyes. Sturdy bumper man.. absorbed most of the impact but my lights imploded.. no turn signals on the front and one light. Woo driveable but illegal to do so. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. My dad was pissed... he was ready to beat ass. But guess what? The cop that came? We feed him at work. HAH. So it was a bit easier. Yes I cried... my trailblazer is my baby... I work so fucking hard to pay for him and this stupid whore in a rusted out beater truck and tank top that sucks her fat around her body like an overfilled sausage had the gall to say she was sorry then turn around and walk to the cop and lament and whine about 'why I hit her'. Next time I'll pick up my disjointed bumper and slap her upside the fucking head.
FUCK!
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[26 Apr 2004|02:28pm] |
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Zerelda:
K'Indigo Nightmare Ti'Faust Sa'Zackaria M'Kikai Tanaka M'Serash En'Kasuria Lo'Chaser
Vanilla and cocoa vie for affection from sensual curves, silks groping and clinging with their nimble filaments reaching in utter adoration about svelte hips and chest which perked the gossamar fabric into sleek mounds. Clouded pelt rippled flocculently in each graceful movement expressed, bedecked in tribal patternings that blackened footpaws while palms and wrists lay jailed in strips of ebon cotton. Sooted circlets claimed tail, heart lay broken in shards (Sh'Zamael)
Melanoid vibrance somberly cast skin's hue over lean corded sinew and potent curves tightly wrapped about diminutive physique bearing under five feet high from toe to elongated eartip, unilluminated guise shrouding such. Obsidian eyes inflamed with virtuous felicity remain periodically obscured due to lusterous filaments potraying spidersilk of gossamer texture tainted immaculate frost and contrasting sharply against muted iridescence present elsewhere.
Sun-kissed california girl; toasted almond embraced potent leopard's physique with typical insiginias freckled along back in beach sanded tones. Flinted pools hazed in slumber's rememberance lay disguised within wine-tainted bangs, lanky rump length mass upheld by tortise clip; wisps corkscrewed down slender throat. Filched male boxers entrapped heart curved bottom, dun cotton threads culprits 'bout liberal bust as well. Concoction. (Master Zamael)
Masking darkness filtered only by haloed lunar rays cast through the stark winter bare branches of maples, a shimmer of light is caught, giving away the position of this panther. Apon the soft tread of her approach, found that the deep recesses of her ebony orbs are not the source of the shine.. rather be the intricate onyx scales that flow along her toned form where a pelt should be. Devoid of all clothing, her lithe form is unhindered and seen by all.
Contemptuous ice princess held aloof: quiet repose, petite form sheathed in second skin of metallic colorings patchworked into woven tapestries. Slender hips wreathed in leather strip suspend axe: double bladed, powerful claws along side. Tufted ears rise from cindered locks entrapping single rune endowed feather. Immaculate coat emblazoned with ashen stripes: Jack Frost's breath. From glassed forget-me-not lips, unlit pain laid dormant, wisped whip tail escaping wings of raven.
Contemptuous ice princess held aloof; quiet repose, petite form sheathed in second skin of metallic colorings patchworked into woven tapestries. Slender hips wreathed in leather strip suspend axe -- double bladed, powerful claws along side. Tufted ears rise from berried locks entrapping single rune endowed feather. Immaculate coat emblazoned with ashen stripes; Jack Frost's breath. Glassed forget-me-not lips, wisped whip tail escaping wings of raven. (Am'...)
Tortured violins played morbid melodies remniscent of Romanian caravans; haunting requiem vexing imagination into lurid phantasm. Drunken chartreuse filaments fell in careless disarray with tips curved upwards, thirsting for moonlight that cast silvery pallor over smoken pelt garnished in obsidian, glittering onyx ocs sourcing eyeshine. Generous endowments havened in humble ebon bodice, nipping toned waist while hips reveal potent curves beneath long cottons kissing bare feet.
Tawny, iridescent body was hidden by a form fitting corset laced over her torso, defining every graceful curve and swell. Encompassing her lower half was a pair of black cargo pants, material was a soft cotton that swished with her every stride. The cuffs were folded over, flaring out at the ankles -- lo and behold, she wore nothing on her foot paws, padding around in silence. Bare at the shoulders and lacy fishnet not even able to hide the lithe muscle of her arms. (Alleycat)
Inquisitive obsidian eyes catch the visage of others milling about her solitary form hued like a tempestuous stormcloud that can mimic her angered nature, but that is rarely seen. What is displayed in perfect brilliance are lean athletic muscles moving with fluid grace beneath her rich silken pelt at every slight movement with the tip of her bristled tongue edging from within her delicate pink maw to sweep back dainty ivory whiskers after a luscious meal. (Feral)
Young lass seemed, in attire, from ages past, yet surely was from this time. Garments of frosted hue frocked petite agile form; a high waisted gown with sleeves that allowed bare shoulders 'n full skirt made of sheer, filmy satin. Silken ebony tresses were braided to pile atop 'er head in a series of intricate coils. Lithe forearms graced with ebony lace gloves sans fingers and a silver choker 'pon which was strung a fair-sized onyx opal adorned 'er ashen throat.
Tabia:
Dove-point Siamese; cinder tint flushing velvety scalloped auds and stout muzzle with digits flaring with the grey up along calves and forearms that lay bound in golden bracers, anklets chiming tiny bells at every step with pale creme elsewhere snugging potent curves beneath muted silken attire. Ocs held a bittersweet chocolate patina; edged in eqyptian kohl designs while honeyed wisps danced about high cheekbones down to pointed chin, locks cropped short in back. (Sh'Nava)
Scot:
Seething beauty amazingly contained within her voluptuous form, her gait is strewn with steelish confidence where only the soft glimmer in her eyes betrays her as one of empathy and comfort. Lissome feminine curves of her feline body concealed by lithe quicksilver fur, the mesmorizing facets of the silk shawls that cover her form sparsely are an awe inspiring sight, faint hues of gossamer color hugging her curves like whispers in the wind.
Rumer:
Dolled-up adolescent; innocent cobalt eyes decoratively smudged kohl n' indigo, full lashes veiling shimmering fear beneath while roan ringlets dance about bare shoulders. Petite body jailed; modest bust appearing fuller compressed within velvet corset while nipping waist in tightly, flaring the natural hip curves. Such graced in silken skirts blooming outwards to fall in hushen whispers along the floor, shrouding slender hindlegs caught in fishnets suspended by lacy garters.
Rhexia:
Copper flecked irises; mysterious warmth implied radiant demeanor though enchantment frolicked over muzzle and high cheekbones in a smattering of amber freckles dotting vanilla cream of which contoured the innocent youth. Ginger flamed ringlets wept buckets of fire over shoulders and back, contrasting sharply against the ivory starched peasant blouse which billowed out at sleeves, covering paws when they crept southward along flared denim.
Nicoleta:
Venomous sapphire oculars glisten in the moonlight as this vampyre basks in its radiance, her tongue dancing over the wickedly sharp fangs remembering the heated blood of her last victim, its soul screaming with the melody of death. Parting her velvet hooded cloak of raven black to keep her frosty fur from view, she stalks her unsuspecting prey upon twilight her romanian and russian ancestry speaking for itself... only question is... is it your blood or body she is after?
Kimmers:
Sweeping rich cobalt kissed tendrils from intense nefarious oculars setting them to gaze along diverse species of various cultures and practices an enigmatic sorceress bewilders visage shrouded in somnolent azure constrasting astutely with vermillion cloak seperating halvely exposing generous svelte curves snugging gown of desireous crushed velvet hued moonlit silver fading into sapphire blues pooling fabric at bare pawfeet. (Vampire)
Ember Skies:
Shimmering with enchantment dances the thick silken tresses, everlasting flames forever aglow against a nefarious raven pelt that even moonlight seems to elude. Stride long and pace steady, her face is a look of grim determination; fiery eyes narrow and detached, teeth clenched, jaw set. She is the job and nothing else. Scowling up at the fullness of the moon on the crystalline night, she draws the hood of her cloak over flared ringlets and disappears into obscurity.
Echelon:
Tattered tresses throwing tantalizing tendrils tossed tenaciously towards thee hued a robust merlot spilling in rippling waves down over slim cloaked shoulders towards a trim waist when the winds are calm. Flare hemmed supple leather of mystic nefariority embrace lower curves ending at the tops of ivory pelted feet matching forepaws and ear tips in shade in contrast to the delicate fawn present elsewhere. Oaken staff protected by runic carvings is grasped securely.
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[24 Apr 2004|01:20pm] |
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Humming;
Mike on John Deere
Sweet grass clippings
Dalamation embracing chaotic attention
Scent... fresh... new.
sigh...
I bought a pet coconut the other day and named it Sebastian. Whereas the real Sebastian promptly became jealous that it was honing in and getting cuddles and pets from me so I took a hammer and broke it apart and ate it o-o. Four hours of fun for a buck and a snack after. My kind of good time.
Yea so what if I'm odd.
Last lecture in Philosophy class was today and next saturday is just the final exam then we're out and I'm kind of melancholy that it's all done with. I really enjoyed it even if I did have to wake up at the crack of dawn on Saturday mornings and drive my bleary eyed ass to campus.
Amusing me is quite easy I find. I should write the, "How to Entertain an Idiot" book.
1. Give them a flashlight.
2. Give them a coconut.
3. Give them those small toys where you get the ball bearings into the holes.
4. Sit them in front of an anthill.
etc...
Next week's work schedule:
Monday: 9-2
Tuesday: 9-2
Wednesday: 9-2
Thursday: 9-2
Friday: 9-2 5-10 yay... split shift. I can hardly contain my enthusiasm.
And now for something different:
Harmonics trumpted;
blue grey smoke kept haven in beguiling eyes,
dainty upswept lashes gloved,
richly onyx.
Fabric tore;
grunt echoed into a silver pallored night,
whimpering scream muffled,
wet pop.
Wind's embrace;
enveloping roar drowning protest
dry-eyed mother releasing blood soaked earth
thirsty shoreline intoxicated
virgin death rang in sweet melody.
Raspberry floods;
tender bubbles in molecular array.
sun-warmed bliss tempting palate,
spring rain brought bounty,
Luring tastebuds in optional try,
Such taste...
Yea... weirdo Kate and her poetry.
Sam had a daughter on March 27th. Emmaline Ashley, six pounds, eight ounces, nineteen inches long.
Her husband, Zach is currently in the hospital. They removed a brain tumor on monday, found it to be malignant and rapidly growing so he's getting another surgery on monday and starting chemotherapy. He had cancer about fifteen years ago and it's come back with a vengence, same cancer that killed his father...
...sent him balloons.
Mom's on this heart rate monitor, beeps all the damn time showing that her heart rate hits 140 just by walking around. She might need a pacemaker put in.
Dad's on his last classes to become an EMT, he'll get certification but he's not going to use it as a career move.
Kimmers' birthday today... sweet sixteen. Can't believe she's that old already. Can't believe I'm twenty right now. Fucking time. I want my childhood back.
Can't think.
I want you... I need you... come back to me.
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[24 Apr 2004|01:17pm] |
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Doctor Unheimlich has diagnosed me with
Zereldaitis | | Cause: | bad polystyrene | | Symptoms: | coordination problems, dancing, reflective shots | | Cure: | take five pinches of snuff and come back in the morning | |
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| Xander: You never update. |
[22 Jan 2004|08:40am] |
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You have wings of STEEL. No one's really
sure why, but at this point in your life you've
shut off emotion to the point of extreme
apathy. You are cold and indifferent much of
the time...or perhaps you're just a good
pretender. Next to impossible to get close to,
even those who do never see the real you. It's
entirely possible that YOU don't even know the
real you. You have a certain fascination or
attraction to destruction on a massive scale -
disasters, perhaps even death or the concept of
the Apocalypse. Because you hold so much
inside, one day you're simply going to snap.
Then the mask will fall away, and your true
wings will be revealed. Until then you will
deal with whatever comes your way in icy bitter
silence and acceptance. On the positive side,
you are fearless and immeasurably strong - not
much can crack through your defenses. You
intrigue people, who can't help but wonder why
you're the way you are. A loner and one who
spends much of their time brooding and
contemplating life and death - you are a time
bomb waiting to explode and create some
destruction of your own.
*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
brought to you by Quizilla
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[23 Dec 2003|06:53pm] |
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Rum.
Snow.
Kim.
Jerry.
Bowling.
Mexican.
Laurie.
Bakery.
Slush.
Killian's.
Ryan.
Crying.
Shaking.
Jojo all wet.
Cancer Patient.
Firecall.
Station 1.
Head spinning.
Thumb is fucked up.
Lights twinkling.
Coffee made.
Mom home.
Cheers.
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| Lady Indigo Nightmare, Order of the Burning Embers. |
[19 Dec 2003|12:58am] |
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Need to stop talking to Rob til 4 am in the morning on the phone. Wait... I normally can't sleep til 4 am anyways, oh well screw that.
I have weird afflictions towards musicians. Like a moth to a flame.
My cat is trying to kill me, I woke up and it was laying on my face. Ten pounds of furry pussy on my head is not an ideal wake up call.
Finished Christmas shopping a few days ago when I realized I had to buy presents soon. Silly me. Just have to wait for them all to be shipped in because screw going to the malls around here. Car accidents are 65% higher during this season and I found stuff on amazon.com for everyone... cept Kimmus but I snagged her a band shirt.
Heather can go piss up a rope.
I don't have to work Christmas Eve, yay. But Jerry most likely is and Ryan might have to work all the week he's supposed to be getting off for the holiday. Damnit, he needs a damn break from working seven days a week constantly. Not doing anything for the holiday. No one is coming here and I'm going nowhere. Fucking fun ain't it? No.. I'm joking you moron.
I miss being held.
I want a chinchilla for christmas. That's it.
Using a deli slicer to chop up onions, sucks all ass. Crying at work is so not cool when your eyeliner botches and all the regulars who are people you've known for years, ask why your eyes are red and puffy.
Rant rant rant.
I love rp <3.
Sorry if my way of jotting things down bothers you but if it does. Too bad fuck off.
I'm not angry at all actually I'm just finding a lot of amusement in many things.
The new flu virus is a world wide epidemic. How quaint. And speaking of sick, I hope Zac is ok, haven't seen him in a few days and I know he was miserable with that virus.
Pistachios are yummy but not in ice cream.
It's been snowing here a little bit each day, just enough to stick but not enough to actually be able to go sledding or boarding. Kinda blows since I want to go out on the snowmobiles I was already offered to take a ride on from Mike.
Didn't go to see the new Lord of the Rings movie, and I most likely won't see it at all.
Cats are fighting again, I want my chinchilla so it can whip them into shape... if they don't tear it to pieces first. *gasp*
Angelface rocks \m/
Must gain roleplay tomorrow night for I am off saturday and will be able to sleep in till night then Sunday I work at four so, hurray for the Kate.
Writing a story... wonder if it will be crap or just plain shit. Hmmm... much to ponder.
cherried wildfire dancing licks
As rob said: All my stars have gone out.
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[11 Dec 2003|11:14pm] |
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I Am A: Chaotic Good Elf Bard Ranger
Alignment:
Chaotic Good characters are independent types with a strong belief in the value of goodness. They have little use for governments and other forces of order, and will generally do their own things, without heed to such groups.
Race:
Elves are the eldest of all races, although they are generally a bit smaller than humans. They are generally well-cultured, artistic, easy-going, and because of their long lives, unconcerned with day-to-day activities that other races frequently concern themselves with. Elves are, effectively, immortal, although they can be killed. After a thousand years or so, they simply pass on to the next plane of existance.
Primary Class:
Bards are the entertainers. They sing, dance, and play instruments to make other people happy, and, frequently, make money. They also tend to dabble in magic a bit.
Secondary Class:
Rangers are the defenders of nature and the elements. They are in tune with the Earth, and work to keep it safe and healthy.
Deity:
Hanali Cenanil is the Chaotic Good elven goddess of love, beauty, and art. She is also known as the Heart of Gold and Lady Goldheart. Her followers delight in creation and youth, and work to spread happiness, love, and beauty. Their preferred weapon is the dagger.
Find out What D&D Character Are You?, courtesy of NeppyMan (e-mail)
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| How to Jump From Rooftop To Rooftop |
[11 Dec 2003|09:57pm] |
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From Kelci <3
Copy and paste, bold the ones in common and delete the ones uncommon and put something else in about yourself.
01. I like muffins.
02. Pretty boys make me squeal.
03. I find actors and actresses attractive yet I don't have a favorite.
04. I hate Physics.
05. I have a bad habit of using faces. Like =P or =o.
06. Camaros are sexy.
07. I hate when people type in all caps online.
08. I like to roleplay.
09. British accents are sexy.
10. Irish accents are sexy.
11. I love getting things in the mail, but it's excruciating waiting for them (i.e. letters).
12. I play video games far too much. (Or maybe not enough. Depending on how you look at it.)
13. Pie is yummy!
14. I used to work at Tim Hortons and now hate that place.
15. Gray is one of the best colors(or shades...)
16. I could spend hours just watching old black and white movies.
17. I tend to babble incoherently when nervous.
18. I'd rather walk across broken glass than listen to diva pop music.
19. I like the smell of shampoo.
20. I can type pretty damn fast.
21. It's hard for me to approach people a lot of the time.
22. I love my job.
23. Music makes everything -- or most things -- better.
24. Respect/trust is important to me.
25. I look at everyone's AIM info everytime their online, even though it rarely changes. (This includes people who have AOL. I don’t know why.)
26. I also read everyone's away messages..multiple times..
27. I'm not really all hyped up about Christmas anymore ever since I turned sixteen.
28. I'm a weird person.
29. I'm in love with the night, but I hate it when everything's closed.
30. Gonads and strife.
31. I'm beginning to like the way I look.
32. Bondage. Mm.
33. I procrastinate. A LOT.
34. I wish I had friends within a 20 mile radius.
35. I'm lonely most of the time.
36. I love to play football.
37. I love being out at night alone.
38. I use my cell phone as a phone book only.
39. I'm open to all music except rap.
40. I've NEVER gotten stitches.
41. I really enjoy thoughtful gifts, even if they cost nothing. Still, I'll like almost anything just because the person took the time to pick it out.
42. I hate the dentist.
43. I have a mild form of epilepsy.
44. Whenever someone buys me something (as a gift, birthday, Christmas, etc.), I always feel obligated to get something for them, too. [I love receiving gifts]
45. I love listening to the music my friends create.
46. I'm indecisive.
47. I dislike most trendy things.
48. I hate people. Friends are not people.
49. I get up early to get ready for work so I look nice instead of that 'rolled-out-of-bed' look.
50. I like guys with dark hair.
51. I find attractive qualities in basically everyone.
52. I want to travel everywhere but I can't do it alone.
53. I have blue eyes.
54. I'm tired of worrying about shit.
55. I like boys... and men.
56. I take after my father.
57. It's easy to make me laugh or smile.
58. I tend to take people forgranted just as they need me the most
59. I like when my friend's write me letters, it makes me feel special.
60. Everyone tells me I'd make a good mother.
61. I like horses.
62. I love wine coolers and peach shnapps
63. I smoke. (Although I haven't for a month now)
64. Winter break can't come soon enough.
65. I play furcadia almost every day.
66. I can't draw well at all.
67. I dislike DDR intensely.
68. I only like a few choice animes and don't even watch them regularly.
69. I neglect other things if I focus on one thing too much.
70. My college is trying to screw me out of my scholarship.
71. I love the horror genre.
72. I love accents.
73. I get laughed at for saying words differently then commonly spoken due to the area where I live having a tendancy to not be able to speak right.
74. It's easy for me to slack off and get distracted.
75. I don't know jack about html.
76. I hate spiders and my kitty eats them for me. <3
77. I love to read sometimes.
78. I can be immature.
79. I love people who can tell me about themselves without me being nosy.
80. I hate stupid women.
81. I have one brother and one sister.
82. I try to be honest most of the time and hate being called a liar when I'm not.
83. I hate my brother's girlfriend intensely.
84. I'm afraid of being boring and annoying -- because I can be - but sometimes I am.
85. I don't know anyone on my dad's side of the family.
86. I can and love to cook and bake.
87. I love mexican food.
88. I have Japanese and Mexican relatives.
89. I'm very open minded.
90. Homophobes suck.
91. I love pineapple, even on my pizza.
92. Sexual inneundo is always amusing especially when people around you aren't understanding it.
93. I love movies.
94. I LOVE rain.
95. I'm ticklish as hell.
96. I'm a lazy ass. I really am.
97. I love and trust my parents, we've always had an open household.
98. I am a furre to the point I wish I could shift into anthromorphic form.
99. Sometimes I think I've been desensitized to a lot of things.
100. Being psychic would be awesome. I mean, reading people's minds. Yes.
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| The devil made me do it. |
[10 Dec 2003|02:27pm] |
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Lights of Euphoria/Mentallo & The Fixer/Wumpscut/NIN/Hocico |
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Raining. Where's my snow...
...hmm.
Don't fuck with me.
I hold grudges longer than I can remember what the fuck I'm holding them for. Yea my memory is shit but don't even try to make amends. I'll come to you if I want such.
Don't fuck with my family.
I will make you pay in one way or another. I will find your weakness and exploit it to the fullest extent of my ability.
Don't fuck with my friends.
You will learn what vengence truely is when I make you hurt and cry and feel as broken as you made them.
Yes you can stop laughing now.
...hate rests bitter on my singed tongue.
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[08 Dec 2003|06:21pm] |
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Mon: 9-3
Tue: 10-3
Wed: 10-2
Thu: 10-3
Fri: 10-3
Sat: 3-9:30
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| You have to choose, who's it going to be? |
[07 Dec 2003|11:13pm] |
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Alright my stomach stopped hurting but now I have a migraine, is there no happy medium anymore? And the funny thing is, I laugh because it's so damn ridiculous that nothing can ever just be 'ok.'
Big excitement for a small town tonight. Fire station got toned out to a car vs. tree accident with people entrapped. (I love listening to the Plectron.) So, my dad heads out to the station with the other guys and they get the trucks and go over and of course since it was close to my house, my brother had to follow... ...My brother that got kicked off the fire department last year. Moron. I reiterate time and time again. Anyways, this must have been really bad cause they called out for LifeFlight, the helicopter med unit to transfer the people. We've never had an accident that bad before that around here, mostly in Detroit but not here. The carwreck was on the backroads so they had to land the helo in the church grounds near the middle school and my dad was the only one that knew how to help them land o.0. Well my mom does too but she isn't a fireman :P.
I hope the people end up being ok :/. It was on a straight part of dirt road so they either were trying to miss a deer, or one of the huge potholes or ruts made them veer.
Dobe dobe do.
Working 9-3pm tomorrow so at least my hours are slowly starting to build up. I love my job, probably said it before and I'm sure I'll say it again. I just have to remember that next time I want to leave the state without telling anyone. >.> I have a bad habit of doing that. Bad Kate.
My friend Tim and my mom have a special kind of bond going on and I think it's pretty cool. But then of course I never really did tell her about the bad times we used to have and what he did to me, though, it doesn't really matter anymore. She knows we fight all the time and it kind of makes her frown when we make each other upset but scuffles don't last long. I'm just... really scared...
Know what's annoying? When your right eyeball starts throbbing with the beat of your heart and the shocks of pain bolting over your brain o.0.
Mm I love peppermint tea <3.
Math, Comp, Psych, and Survey of the Exceptional Child. Yes.
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| Kind of numb right now... emotions helter skeltered. |
[07 Dec 2003|06:11am] |
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Make my stomach stop fucking hurting. Two weeks now and it won't let up and now I'm getting this lower pain to the right. Oh well. Probably isn't anything bad, I just have to stop being a pussy and wait it out.
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Mom made spritz cookies and tropical dream cake, yay! I love you mommy ^^
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Put up the Christmas tree today. Mom got a new weird stand for it that swivels and junk so it's easy to adjust instead of those damn screws. Never have had an artificial tree, never will. I find it would break tradition and I don't want to be a fucking yuppy :X
Yes BJ, sugary tea.
I use my cell as a phonebook... I pay 35 bucks a month for a damn phonebook and 'emergencies.' Pfft.
Yes, I'm listening to Sarah McLachlan, I love her music and you should get some. Now.
...Angel better not be snickering at me.
No one be sad this week, I've cried enough today for us all. Happiness all around!
Matt ate my pomegranate... ...asshole.
Need to snag my credit card and activate it, cash flow is stunted but by the time the bill comes I'll have ponied up the money to pay it off at once. My family deserves something from me for all the shit they've had to put up with me this year.
2003, fucking year, I'll be happy when it's over.
I miss you Uncle Butch... I'll come out this week and see you and Nana even though mom doesn't like me going to the cemetary alone.
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
I wonder what was in that letter that Tim sent my mom... It's bugging the hell out of me that I don't know.
Yea...
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