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It never gets weird enough.

Sunday, January 30, 2005

so the moral of the story is

Don't have a nap at 7:30 because there is no way in hell you are going to bed before 11 after said nap. Apparently my creative juices are back because now I'm thinking of like a million things to write about. It must have been that delicious nap. It was a rather unfortunate time to fall asleep, however, as I was in the midst of watching "The Fabulous Life of Mel Gibson". It's just exciting to see the ridiculous amount of money some people have. But hey...that movie was for Jesus, man.

It is back to school tomorrow. Usually this would be bringing me down, but we have another break in like 2 weeks, so it's difficult to work up any emotion. I'll turn on some Air Supply and give it a few minutes. It is almost Valentines, or, "Commercial Let's Buy Flowers and Chocolate and Get Lucky" Day, as I like to call it. It's really quite a scam if you think about it. Well, the flowers and chocolate part. Ha...merely joking, of course. I was reading Cosmo the other day and one of the cover stories was "Hilarious Tales of Real Life Desperate Housewives" so I turned to that page, thinking it would be a laugh. What it really was:
"I wait all day until my husband comes home so I have someone to talk to."
"I bypass the ATM to go to the bank teller, desperate for human interaction."
"I order things offline so I can flirt with the hot FedEx guy. And forget to wear my bra."
Seriously! What the hell is that? Go get a job then, you pathetic people.

Anyway, the moral of the story is...hmm, well. I think I might have lost it. The moral of the story is...oh right, don't have a nap at 7:30. Oh, and it's almost Valentines. So buy some flowers and chocolate, and...fill in the rest yourself.


(with sexy results.)


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oh, p.s.

as of now, none of you have finished my line(see post before last post...and then see the one before that). Therefore, you all suck.


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it's all you!

I just flipped through the music channels on my TV. There are only 3 of them, as I am a basic cabler. Still, guess how many of them had music on? ZERO. That is right. They seem to have replaced my music, with some craptacular movie on Much More, and Little House on the Prairie on CMT, and for the love of God - the Ashlee Simpson Show on Much. I hate that I know how to spell her name. It makes me angry. SO ANGRY!

I am better now. I have turned on some music of my own, which is probably better as TV music tends to suck anyway. So lately people have been giving me a lot of shit for my downloading. Frankly, I am sick of it. I don't care if you don't download. Or if you think you are better than me because (and I quote) "wouldn't you like to get the credit you deserve if you worked hard on your music?" And yes, yes I would. BUT IT'S NOT LIKE THE ROCKSTARS ARE THAT HARD UP FOR CASH! And anyway, how many bands are there these days that make more than 2 or 3 good songs? If you can guarantee that I will like every song on your CD, as I am paying 20 good dollars for it, then I will go buy the CD. The rest of you high and mighty non-downloaders - QUIT PREACHING TO ME!

Hmm, well that was out of nowhere. I seem to have used up all of my writing juices with that little rant. More later, if you are lucky.


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Friday, January 28, 2005

On the Kevin topic...

I went to Kevin's blog to comment on the recent "Kevin Commenting Situation"'; KSC for short, as I like to call it, but I find that he is currently "redesigning". I'm hoping that with this new blog will come a new, more positive attitude.

Well Kevin, I have noticed that you do put positive comments on Joel's blog. In fact, you only put negative comments on girls blogs (and often towars Kalin, but we will disregard that for my following theory). Anyway, I am wondering if this has to do with the homosexual tendencies (not that there's anything wrong with that) that we spoke of earlier, or if you simply believe yourself to be smarter than we lowly females? Or perhaps better looking?

Just pondering. But don't worry, I still love you all.


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Tuesday, January 25, 2005

some folks loves ham haulks, and some folks love pork chops...

If you can finish that you are A-OK in my books.

I'm having a conversation right now about my wickedly hairy legs. Could I be any more attractive? Seriously, I am such a sexual being. It's just incredible. Kalin tells me that I am so hot he could cook an egg on me. I thought that was clever. But now I am mad at him as I told him my horror story involving my girlish issues and peanut butter. He told me he understands. I'm sorry? Does your uterus shed it's lining and egg every month? NO I DIDN'T THINK SO! So do you understand? That's what I thought. Welcome to the center of Too Much Information. I'm just excited because I only recently learned what this girly business is all about. It's actually very disturbing. So I don't like to think about it. I enjoy discussing it, and making other people go through the horror of thinking about it. Haha. I suck.


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Sunday, January 16, 2005

I do so!

Know this poem of which you speak. In fact I have it memorized.

SLUTS
Wipe the sleep from my eyes and pour me another cup
I see what you've been trying to do all along
Shaving your legs and handling me (so delicately)
With satin and lace
You're a whore

I'm sure this is heavily copyrighted so to avoid people suing the shit out of me I DID NOT WRITE THAT POEM! Read Gossip Girl. You will love it. Also, I need some story ideas for creative writing. Feel free to give them to me.


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Saturday, January 15, 2005

a poem for kalin

I find it ironic how
They get naked
And shower together
After every game

And then
Call you a fag -
for wearing a striped shirt.


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Monday, January 03, 2005

Think different.

Here’s to the crazy ones.

The misfits.
The rebels.
The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.
They’re not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.

You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,
disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them.

Because they change things.
They invent. They imagine. They heal.
They explore. They create. They inspire.
They push the human race forward.

Maybe they have to be crazy.

How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?

We make tools for these kinds of people.

While some see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.

Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.




*Editors note: please do not let this lead you to believe that I, in any way whatsoever, support Apple Computers, or the naming of celebrity babies after their corporation.*



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70's Time

A dreadful thing just happened. My brother broke the clock. You know, the faux wood (plastic with a wood look) clock that hangs in the basement and has been stuck on 7:00 since...well I think since it got hung in the basement. I like to say its because we're on 70's time. I mean, look around. The walls are wood panelled. The couch is brown with orange and red flowers. The moulding on the pool table is gold coloured. This is a basement that REEKS of 70's. But anyways, the clock. This is how it goes. The young one is playing ping pong (by himself, I might add) when he trips (over himself, I might add) and falls into the wall, hitting the gigantic colourful mat leaning against the wall, which then hits the clock, which then smashes into the floor. He's a real graceful, that one. You see I am teaching him well. This is the part where we differ. Where I would have said "Would you look at that. The pendulum's broken." And hung the clock back on the wall, he goes "Uh-oh. What do I do, Court?" I give him this look like "what do you mean what do you do, asshole? Pick up the fricking clock!" But he doesn't seem to be reading the look very well. He goes, "Should I tell them?" My parents can be unreasonable at times, but they're not Adolph and Eva. So I say "Yeah go tell them, they won't give a shit." And they really wouldn't if he went up there and said "Hey I broke the clock, sorry." But he goes up there LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF and says, "I broke the clock. Courtney said you wouldn't care."

Frickin' amateurs.


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pity me!

I have bumps. Yes, bumpS. Multiple. Two very lumpy ones on my head that didn't hurt at first but now are FREAKING ANNOYING ME. Well, actually they don't annoy me until I touch them. But I have to touch them because...well, because I do. Also I have one of those on the tongue bumps that I get a lot, usually after I burn my tongue. Which is a lot. And it doesn't hurt either until I run my tongue along my teeth. Or try to bite it off. Which a)doesn't work and b) really hurts.

But enough about me. No wait, more about me. After all, this is my blog. About me. You could always navigate away from this page if you don't like it. But please, don't! I swear I'll be more interesting. I will tell you about shark attacks and wolverine battles and those fizzy bombs. The ones that you put in the bath. God I love those.

Haha. I'm totally not being interesting. And you're still reading. How lame are you?

Today I was over at my friends house and we had an interesting conversation. I think I will share it with you.

Friend: Haha. I bet they would totally make out after your funeral.
Self: Haha. Yeah.
Friend: That'd be cool. No it wouldn't.
Self: Ha. Yeah.

This is just one example of the many intellectual conversations I participate in everyday. Right now, in fact I am having a conversation in which someone just called me a "Tree-hugging-english-changing-tree-kicking-hippy!" I can't even dispute that. I'm a fake! A phoney! Such a hypocrite. But I don't care cause it's alright when I do it, but not when you do. Have you noticed that recently I have stopped making sense? Or maybe I never made sense and am just noticing now. I just watched a British movie and it's making me want to talk all accented. Tip top tally ho and all that wot wot.

Well it is almost time for school again, which I wouldn't be dreading so much if finals weren't so dangerously close. And if I hadn't slacked off for the first portion of the semester. And the second and third, really. But really, what's the worst that could happen? (awkward silence as we all begin compiling lists in our heads of all the things that could go horribly, horribly wrong.)

I got a digital camera for Christmas and I have been trying to take a picture of my tongue for the longest time, but it's just not working. I think I'll have to change the lighting. But don't worry, there will be pictures of my tongue to come. And you will love it. I have a pretty awesome tongue.

Happy New Year, I hope you were all doing things that would make your parents proud.(er than mine, I'm setting the bar incredibly low here.)


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