Saturday, July 16, 2005
pink lemonade diva
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
amongst the top five top fives:
Rules:
Remove the blog at #1 from the following list and bump every one up one place; add your blog's name in the #5 spot; link to each of the other blogs.
1. Babbling Brooke
2. Cannot Be Trusted
3. Every Passing Moment
4. ~Apple-Pathways~
5. crashmebabyonemoretime
The top five things I miss about my childhood are:
1. the lack of guilt: life was better before I bit my cat's tail. watching cookie screech gave me the realization that I had the power to destroy beautiful things. I still feel bad about that sometimes. also guilt related: as a kid you can say "look, mom: that is a big lady", and get away with it. the longer you live, the more you learn how much you can screw up.
2. robotech: that was an awesome cartoon. drama. action. some slightly psychedelic content. I tried renting it a while back. it's not the same though.
3. crush lists: I used to keep tally on which girls I liked in my class and give them 1-5 points. generally their scores were directly related to whether or not they said 'hi' back to me in the hall that day. yea- it was pretty stupid. but it kept me entertained for at least 10 minutes a day.
4. breakdancing: my back spin was alot better in the fourth grade. I weighed half as much.
5. shooting bottle rockets at cars: we used to do some pretty stupid things. like throwing old lightbulbs on the roof of stopped busses and pelting the driver with eggs when he/she walked around the vehicle to check for broken glass. heh heh. kids can be such gerks.
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tag! you're it:
moz
pink lemonade diva
na
.:a:.
platinumgirl
Remove the blog at #1 from the following list and bump every one up one place; add your blog's name in the #5 spot; link to each of the other blogs.
1. Babbling Brooke
2. Cannot Be Trusted
3. Every Passing Moment
4. ~Apple-Pathways~
5. crashmebabyonemoretime
The top five things I miss about my childhood are:
1. the lack of guilt: life was better before I bit my cat's tail. watching cookie screech gave me the realization that I had the power to destroy beautiful things. I still feel bad about that sometimes. also guilt related: as a kid you can say "look, mom: that is a big lady", and get away with it. the longer you live, the more you learn how much you can screw up.
2. robotech: that was an awesome cartoon. drama. action. some slightly psychedelic content. I tried renting it a while back. it's not the same though.
3. crush lists: I used to keep tally on which girls I liked in my class and give them 1-5 points. generally their scores were directly related to whether or not they said 'hi' back to me in the hall that day. yea- it was pretty stupid. but it kept me entertained for at least 10 minutes a day.
4. breakdancing: my back spin was alot better in the fourth grade. I weighed half as much.
5. shooting bottle rockets at cars: we used to do some pretty stupid things. like throwing old lightbulbs on the roof of stopped busses and pelting the driver with eggs when he/she walked around the vehicle to check for broken glass. heh heh. kids can be such gerks.
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tag! you're it:
moz
pink lemonade diva
na
.:a:.
platinumgirl
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
blinking at the sun
ok. it's not really that dramatic. I had a nice day. much of it was in the basement. but I made myself eggs and hashbrowns for my second breakfast. I love breakfast. you can never have too many of them in one day. ben came over and played some bass synth for ghosts and whores. it was the final touch on the track and I was happy with the way it came out. I found myself feeling fairly energized. it's nice to finish things before you get to that point of absolute exhaustion, because the ensuing adrenaline rush upon completion has a much smoother effect that way.
later, beth and I went to dot's cafe and talked about her new job. my burger was smothered in jalapenos and jack cheese. fat tire amber on the side. "does she look like kirsten dunst to you?---I guess she doesn't. I thought for a second she did." beth paused to look over at our waitress pouring water into thirsty glasses a few tables away. "I don't see it." "me neither", said I- "not like that checker at fred meyer's, she's a dead wringer for kirsten dunst." beth's expression changed ever slightly. her eyebrows raised two millimeters: new information was about to come to light. "I think that girl is going out with this guy that lives on harold. I saw her over there when I was hanging out with mandy one time." "huh," I said, engulfing information I didn't really need whilst planning my next bite from the most beautiful 1/3 pound cheesburger I had seen in a very long time. the jalapenos were finely chopped. that really makes a difference. then I noticed someone sitting at the table next to us.
"who are you looking at, johnny?"
"janet weiss is sitting right behind you. that is one cool chick."
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later, beth and I went to dot's cafe and talked about her new job. my burger was smothered in jalapenos and jack cheese. fat tire amber on the side. "does she look like kirsten dunst to you?---I guess she doesn't. I thought for a second she did." beth paused to look over at our waitress pouring water into thirsty glasses a few tables away. "I don't see it." "me neither", said I- "not like that checker at fred meyer's, she's a dead wringer for kirsten dunst." beth's expression changed ever slightly. her eyebrows raised two millimeters: new information was about to come to light. "I think that girl is going out with this guy that lives on harold. I saw her over there when I was hanging out with mandy one time." "huh," I said, engulfing information I didn't really need whilst planning my next bite from the most beautiful 1/3 pound cheesburger I had seen in a very long time. the jalapenos were finely chopped. that really makes a difference. then I noticed someone sitting at the table next to us.
"who are you looking at, johnny?"
"janet weiss is sitting right behind you. that is one cool chick."
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