OMG! What happened to her face? Didn't Nicole Kidman used to be beautiful? Do you think it's supposed to look like this?
Monday, April 02, 2007
Eeeeek!
OMG! What happened to her face? Didn't Nicole Kidman used to be beautiful? Do you think it's supposed to look like this?
Friday, March 30, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
I think it would hurt less if karma would actually bite me on the ass...
Instead of repeatedly punching me in the face. In the nose, to be exact. Because, pretty soon, I am going to look like Sylvester Stallone. That's right, for the second time in approximately 15 months, I have a broken nose. It wasn't Desoto, this time. No, it was my 2 year old cousin who head-butted me. Then my whole family stood around and made fun of me. Although, my Mom did say that they would have been more sympathetic if this had been the first time it happened.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
I think I am allergic to pre-natal class
I went to my sister's pre-natal class the other night. After which, I really needed some beer. I find the classes quite stressful, what with all the pregnant women and the graphic videos we are forced to watch, so I find beer helpful to recover from the trauma. I also had nachos, with extra cheese because the cheese also helps me recover. I had a lot of trauma. And a lot of nachos. With salsa, and sour cream and spicy cheese dip.
So Jen drops me off and I take Desoto for a little walk around the park, and then go home and get into bed. I noticed that I had a couple of hives on my arm that were quite itchy, but didn't pay a lot of attention, because I get hives some times. I also noticed that my breathing was a little constricted, but I have asthma, so I used my puffer a couple of times and just assumed that it was because of the damp weather.
After I got into bed, I noticed that I was having trouble swallowing. Now, you can tell I watch too much tv, because after watching House last week, my first thought upon not being able to swallow was that I had a tapeworm and it had crawled up into my throat. Seriously. I was quite convinced that this was the case. Now, according to my mother, the fact that I don't eat meat means the probability that I have or will ever have a tapeworm is quite low, but still, you never know. I would also be skinnier, I think, but I can convince myself of almost anything, rational or not. I was so convinced that I had a tapeworm, I was too scared to look in a mirror. For a little while anyway, until swallowing got really difficult. When I finally did look in the mirror, my throat was swollen almost completely closed.
Over the next couple of hours, this is the conversation I proceeded to have in my head:
"Huh. This is peculiar. I wonder what this is.
Probably stress related. It will go away.
I wonder if I should call Mom and ask her. Well, it's late and she is probably sleeping. I don't want to bother her. If it gets any worse, then I will call. It's probably nothing.
If it gets worse, what if I can't talk? Well, then I could call 911. I think they have to come and check on me, even if I can't say anything. I wonder if they would break down the door. If I was unconscious, Desoto is not going to let anyone touch me, he is so protective. That might be a problem. I wonder what the paramedics would do. Probably call animal control. Do we have animal control in Charlottetown? He would be scared. Ha, they would be scared. Plus he smells like skunk. My house smells like skunk.
I could just call Mom, they have caller ID so she would know it was me. Except Jen has the key to my house. I should probably call her. But she needs her rest. But Mom would have to wake her up anyway to get the key. Remember to get Mom another key.
I wonder if I could perform an emergency tracheotomy on myself? Like with a pen. I saw it on tv. I wonder if any of my knives are sharp enough? I should get a sharpener. I think Dad has a bunch, maybe I will just take one of his.
If I died, I wonder how long it would be until somebody found me. I wonder what poor Desoto would do? I wonder if he would howl. I wonder if Pat and Darlene next door would be able to hear him? Maybe he would just think I was sleeping. I wonder how long it would be until he had to pee on the floor? God, that would be gross. I wouldn't want to have to clean that up. Oh, I would be dead, I wouldn't have to clean it up.
I can't die, my house is too messy. I really have to vacuum tomorrow. I should run the dishwasher too. I should probably tell Jen, that if I do die, she has to come and remove anything incriminating before Mom gets here.
Maybe I will take some antihistamines, that will probably help. I hope this goes away soon, I really need to get some sleep.
This is weird. This feels weird.
People are going to start thinking I just make shit up. How can one person have so much bad luck? I must have been a really bad person in a previous life. Maybe I should have an exorcism. A de-cursing. I need a gypsy. I wonder if there are any gypsies in PEI. Maybe a fortune teller would work. where could I find a fortune teller? I should look in the yellow pages."
So after a little while, I started to be able to breathe better and swallow more easily, and I eventually fell asleep.
The next day, I called my Mom, and after telling her about the weird thing that happened, she yelled at me. For a long time. And called me an idiot. And then she suggested that the next time I have an anaphylactic reaction and my throat swells closed and I can't breathe, instead of just lying in my bed and waiting to die, I should call her. Or call an ambulance.
Then I went to my doctor. She kind of yelled at me too. She did laugh though, about the tapeworm, and agreed with Mom that I am probably not going to get one. She also suggested I not watch so many medical shows on tv. And she told me that I did, indeed have an anaphylactic reaction to something, probably something that I ate. Or drank (God, not the beer! Why does God hate me?). Since it was likely something that I ate, they don't usually do allergy testing, because generally the attacks get progressively worse, and can be fatal, so there is no sense making me have another one. It's pretty much up to me to figure out what it is. And I now have to carry an Epi-Pen with me at all times, since that is what is going to save my life if I have an attack. But I don't have to stick it in my heart, like on Pulp Ficton, just in my thigh.
This sucks.
On a more positive note, I figured that since Mom is a nurse she could do something to save me if I took another attack, so I had a glass of wine at my parents last night, and I didn't die, so it's not the alcohol. You have no idea how relieved I am. I had some cheese at Mom's too, so it's not the cheese either. Yay. I can still eat my two favourite food groups.
I am hoping that it is the jalapeno peppers. Or the onions. I could live without those. Not the tomatoes though. I really like tomatoes. According to my doctor, it could also be anything that my food came into contact with, so that widens the field a bit.
Anyway, now I have this weird allergy to some kind of food, and I have to carry an Epi-Pen, but I can still drink! So, not all bad.
So Jen drops me off and I take Desoto for a little walk around the park, and then go home and get into bed. I noticed that I had a couple of hives on my arm that were quite itchy, but didn't pay a lot of attention, because I get hives some times. I also noticed that my breathing was a little constricted, but I have asthma, so I used my puffer a couple of times and just assumed that it was because of the damp weather.
After I got into bed, I noticed that I was having trouble swallowing. Now, you can tell I watch too much tv, because after watching House last week, my first thought upon not being able to swallow was that I had a tapeworm and it had crawled up into my throat. Seriously. I was quite convinced that this was the case. Now, according to my mother, the fact that I don't eat meat means the probability that I have or will ever have a tapeworm is quite low, but still, you never know. I would also be skinnier, I think, but I can convince myself of almost anything, rational or not. I was so convinced that I had a tapeworm, I was too scared to look in a mirror. For a little while anyway, until swallowing got really difficult. When I finally did look in the mirror, my throat was swollen almost completely closed.
Over the next couple of hours, this is the conversation I proceeded to have in my head:
"Huh. This is peculiar. I wonder what this is.
Probably stress related. It will go away.
I wonder if I should call Mom and ask her. Well, it's late and she is probably sleeping. I don't want to bother her. If it gets any worse, then I will call. It's probably nothing.
If it gets worse, what if I can't talk? Well, then I could call 911. I think they have to come and check on me, even if I can't say anything. I wonder if they would break down the door. If I was unconscious, Desoto is not going to let anyone touch me, he is so protective. That might be a problem. I wonder what the paramedics would do. Probably call animal control. Do we have animal control in Charlottetown? He would be scared. Ha, they would be scared. Plus he smells like skunk. My house smells like skunk.
I could just call Mom, they have caller ID so she would know it was me. Except Jen has the key to my house. I should probably call her. But she needs her rest. But Mom would have to wake her up anyway to get the key. Remember to get Mom another key.
I wonder if I could perform an emergency tracheotomy on myself? Like with a pen. I saw it on tv. I wonder if any of my knives are sharp enough? I should get a sharpener. I think Dad has a bunch, maybe I will just take one of his.
If I died, I wonder how long it would be until somebody found me. I wonder what poor Desoto would do? I wonder if he would howl. I wonder if Pat and Darlene next door would be able to hear him? Maybe he would just think I was sleeping. I wonder how long it would be until he had to pee on the floor? God, that would be gross. I wouldn't want to have to clean that up. Oh, I would be dead, I wouldn't have to clean it up.
I can't die, my house is too messy. I really have to vacuum tomorrow. I should run the dishwasher too. I should probably tell Jen, that if I do die, she has to come and remove anything incriminating before Mom gets here.
Maybe I will take some antihistamines, that will probably help. I hope this goes away soon, I really need to get some sleep.
This is weird. This feels weird.
People are going to start thinking I just make shit up. How can one person have so much bad luck? I must have been a really bad person in a previous life. Maybe I should have an exorcism. A de-cursing. I need a gypsy. I wonder if there are any gypsies in PEI. Maybe a fortune teller would work. where could I find a fortune teller? I should look in the yellow pages."
So after a little while, I started to be able to breathe better and swallow more easily, and I eventually fell asleep.
The next day, I called my Mom, and after telling her about the weird thing that happened, she yelled at me. For a long time. And called me an idiot. And then she suggested that the next time I have an anaphylactic reaction and my throat swells closed and I can't breathe, instead of just lying in my bed and waiting to die, I should call her. Or call an ambulance.
Then I went to my doctor. She kind of yelled at me too. She did laugh though, about the tapeworm, and agreed with Mom that I am probably not going to get one. She also suggested I not watch so many medical shows on tv. And she told me that I did, indeed have an anaphylactic reaction to something, probably something that I ate. Or drank (God, not the beer! Why does God hate me?). Since it was likely something that I ate, they don't usually do allergy testing, because generally the attacks get progressively worse, and can be fatal, so there is no sense making me have another one. It's pretty much up to me to figure out what it is. And I now have to carry an Epi-Pen with me at all times, since that is what is going to save my life if I have an attack. But I don't have to stick it in my heart, like on Pulp Ficton, just in my thigh.
This sucks.
On a more positive note, I figured that since Mom is a nurse she could do something to save me if I took another attack, so I had a glass of wine at my parents last night, and I didn't die, so it's not the alcohol. You have no idea how relieved I am. I had some cheese at Mom's too, so it's not the cheese either. Yay. I can still eat my two favourite food groups.
I am hoping that it is the jalapeno peppers. Or the onions. I could live without those. Not the tomatoes though. I really like tomatoes. According to my doctor, it could also be anything that my food came into contact with, so that widens the field a bit.
Anyway, now I have this weird allergy to some kind of food, and I have to carry an Epi-Pen, but I can still drink! So, not all bad.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Hee. Hee. Hoo.
My sister Jennifer and her husband Andy are expecting their first baby in April. So exciting!!!! I can't wait!!! My mother, whose other two grandchildren live far away in Calgary, is so excited, she has taken to referring to the baby as her baby. Which kind of freaks out my brother-in-law. Andy is out in Alberta for a couple of months working with a friend, so I have been filling in for him at pre-natal classes. Um, if I ever was feeling a little blue about being defective and not able to have my own babies, NOT ANYMORE!!!!! Holy crap! This is some serious shit. I am a little freaked, and I am only the fill-in coach. Plus, I had to see and hear some stuff that as a non-childbearer, I should have lived my whole life not knowing. I did manage to go the whole time without sticking my fingers in my ears and going "lalalalalalala" to drown out the instructor's words, but just barely.
On the bright side, I rock at the labour breathing. Hee. Hee. Hoo. Or, as the instructor said, Pant. Pant. Blow. Which, if I ever join an internet dating site, is totally going to be my screen name. Seriously, I am so good at the breathing. I watched some childbirth show one time years ago (I don't remember why. Possibly I was drunk, since I can't ever imagine intentionally watching something like that), and ever since I have used labour breathing to deal with everything from cramps to migraines to a stubbed toe. Seriously, it really helps. Not on skunk related pain, but not much helps with that. I am so good at the breathing, in fact, I almost want to go into the delivery room with Jen, just so I can help her breathe. Well, as long as I don't have to see anything besides a pretty, clean, new baby or hear anything other than the sound of my own breathing. Hee. Hee. Hoo.
On the bright side, I rock at the labour breathing. Hee. Hee. Hoo. Or, as the instructor said, Pant. Pant. Blow. Which, if I ever join an internet dating site, is totally going to be my screen name. Seriously, I am so good at the breathing. I watched some childbirth show one time years ago (I don't remember why. Possibly I was drunk, since I can't ever imagine intentionally watching something like that), and ever since I have used labour breathing to deal with everything from cramps to migraines to a stubbed toe. Seriously, it really helps. Not on skunk related pain, but not much helps with that. I am so good at the breathing, in fact, I almost want to go into the delivery room with Jen, just so I can help her breathe. Well, as long as I don't have to see anything besides a pretty, clean, new baby or hear anything other than the sound of my own breathing. Hee. Hee. Hoo.
Free to good home...
Big dog, eats a lot, drools, not so smart, smells bad. Will throw in bag of food.
So, I would really like to know who put the curse on me. I have been having the worst run of bad luck lately, which has really sucked. I had a pipe burst under my bathtub, which filled my downstairs hallway with water. Then my car died, to the tune of lots of dollars. Plus a whole bunch of other stuff, so I have been deep in my usual winter depression, compounded by all the bad luck. Then, Sunday, I was having a great day. I worked at the bookstore, it was a nice, mild sunny day, and I was in a good mood, for the first time in ages. I came home, ate my supper and then took my dog for a walk. It was a great walk, and we were almost home. I had Desoto on the leash, which is actually unusual because if I walk Desoto at night on the trail, I generally don't leash him unless there are other people around, which there almost never are. But for some reason, I had his leash on, when, Desoto lunges and then dives for something that is right next to the trail. Since it is the middle of winter, I guess my reaction time is a little slow, because what he lunged for was a skunk. In the middle of February. Don't skunks frakking hibernate? Well, apparently, this one didn't get the memo, because it was on the loose and the big stupid dog and I got sprayed right in the face. Well, Desoto got it right in the face, I got it mostly on my left side, since I was a little behind him. Then we both threw up. I really don't recommend getting sprayed by a skunk right in your face, because it is quite unpleasant. It burns, so your eyes and nose run like crazy and if you don't get sick, you obviously have a stronger stomach than I do.
Desoto, while a very nice, pretty dog, is no Lassie. If I ever fall down a well, he is not going to be much help to anyone who might be looking for me. He would be more like, "Walk! Kitty! Treat! Walk! Who? Angela? Lazy bitch is down some hole and won't tke me for a walk. If you take me for a walk, I will be your best friend forever! Waaalllkkkk!"
Thanks to my not so bright, but impressive looking dog, I have now been sprayed by a skunk SIX times in three years. This time, since it is the middle of the damn winter, we could not get cleaned up outside and had to go inside, to the shower. This means that now my whole house smells like skunk too. Skunk smell takes a really long time to go away, so every time I come home, its like walking into a wall of skunk. Gross.
I went to work on Monday, smelling like skunk, because I had an interview. Wouldn't you like to have a job interview when you smell so pretty? I am sure I was memorable, at least. My poor co-workers, while either holding their breath or snickering under it, have all been sitting as far from me as is physically possible. I did offer to go home, if anyone found me too offensive, but they all assured me that as long as they didn't get within about 5 feet of me, I was almost bearable. It has faded a little each day, and just today, someone told me that she could almost not smell me. Yay.
To add insult to injury, I was watching the Westminster Dog Show all weekend, and watching all those pretty, shiny dogs, all I could think was, "I bet they don't smell like skunk!"
So, I would really like to know who put the curse on me. I have been having the worst run of bad luck lately, which has really sucked. I had a pipe burst under my bathtub, which filled my downstairs hallway with water. Then my car died, to the tune of lots of dollars. Plus a whole bunch of other stuff, so I have been deep in my usual winter depression, compounded by all the bad luck. Then, Sunday, I was having a great day. I worked at the bookstore, it was a nice, mild sunny day, and I was in a good mood, for the first time in ages. I came home, ate my supper and then took my dog for a walk. It was a great walk, and we were almost home. I had Desoto on the leash, which is actually unusual because if I walk Desoto at night on the trail, I generally don't leash him unless there are other people around, which there almost never are. But for some reason, I had his leash on, when, Desoto lunges and then dives for something that is right next to the trail. Since it is the middle of winter, I guess my reaction time is a little slow, because what he lunged for was a skunk. In the middle of February. Don't skunks frakking hibernate? Well, apparently, this one didn't get the memo, because it was on the loose and the big stupid dog and I got sprayed right in the face. Well, Desoto got it right in the face, I got it mostly on my left side, since I was a little behind him. Then we both threw up. I really don't recommend getting sprayed by a skunk right in your face, because it is quite unpleasant. It burns, so your eyes and nose run like crazy and if you don't get sick, you obviously have a stronger stomach than I do.
Desoto, while a very nice, pretty dog, is no Lassie. If I ever fall down a well, he is not going to be much help to anyone who might be looking for me. He would be more like, "Walk! Kitty! Treat! Walk! Who? Angela? Lazy bitch is down some hole and won't tke me for a walk. If you take me for a walk, I will be your best friend forever! Waaalllkkkk!"
Thanks to my not so bright, but impressive looking dog, I have now been sprayed by a skunk SIX times in three years. This time, since it is the middle of the damn winter, we could not get cleaned up outside and had to go inside, to the shower. This means that now my whole house smells like skunk too. Skunk smell takes a really long time to go away, so every time I come home, its like walking into a wall of skunk. Gross.
I went to work on Monday, smelling like skunk, because I had an interview. Wouldn't you like to have a job interview when you smell so pretty? I am sure I was memorable, at least. My poor co-workers, while either holding their breath or snickering under it, have all been sitting as far from me as is physically possible. I did offer to go home, if anyone found me too offensive, but they all assured me that as long as they didn't get within about 5 feet of me, I was almost bearable. It has faded a little each day, and just today, someone told me that she could almost not smell me. Yay.
To add insult to injury, I was watching the Westminster Dog Show all weekend, and watching all those pretty, shiny dogs, all I could think was, "I bet they don't smell like skunk!"
Friday, January 26, 2007
Hahahahahahaha
Best. Headline. Ever.
The Chicago Sun-Times:
Campbell in town, no one hurt
OMG, that makes me laugh.
The Chicago Sun-Times:
Campbell in town, no one hurt
OMG, that makes me laugh.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Angela is tired
Angela is very tired. Angela has been working too much and not sleeping enough. Angela has also remembered she has a blog. When she is not so tired she will come back and maybe write stuff.
Friday, August 04, 2006
Oh yeah, I have one of thse blog thingys...
It's been a very long time since I posted here, but in my defense, I have been a little busy. First, my sister got married, and I was very busy helping her plan her wedding, and then at her wedding, getting completely wasted and behaving quite inappropriately. I have also been working a lot, and taking my dog for a lot of walks. Wow, that doesn't really seem like a lot of stuff, but it really has been taking up a lot of time.
Jen's wedding was a great day. She looked absolutly beautiful with a big smile from ear to ear for the whole day. Her friends were so beautiful and helpful, she is a lucky girl to have such great friends around her. I don't really remember the reception, since I was completely off my face by about 7, but everyone seemed to have fun. I do vaguely remember singing with the band, and playing the tambourine, with horrifying results, since, well, not much rythym, and can't really carry a tune. I am sure my mother will eventually forgive me, and someday soon, my brother will get over the fact that he has seen my boobs. As have a few others, since my strapless dress fell down more that once.
Oh well, at least I gave all my realatives something to talk about.
Jen's wedding was a great day. She looked absolutly beautiful with a big smile from ear to ear for the whole day. Her friends were so beautiful and helpful, she is a lucky girl to have such great friends around her. I don't really remember the reception, since I was completely off my face by about 7, but everyone seemed to have fun. I do vaguely remember singing with the band, and playing the tambourine, with horrifying results, since, well, not much rythym, and can't really carry a tune. I am sure my mother will eventually forgive me, and someday soon, my brother will get over the fact that he has seen my boobs. As have a few others, since my strapless dress fell down more that once.
Oh well, at least I gave all my realatives something to talk about.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
I have done 119 of these 158 things
I Have Done 119 of These 158 Things
Because it's easy and I needed an update. And because everyone else is doing it...
[1] I have read a lot of books.
[ ] I have been on some sort of varsity team.
[2] I have run more than two miles without stopping.
[3] I have been to the US.
[4] I have been to Europe.
[5] I have watched cartoons for hours.
[6] I have tripped UP the stairs.
[7] I have fallen down an entire flight of stairs.
[8] I have been snowboarding/skiing.
[9] I have played ping pong.
[10] I swam in the ocean.
[11] I have been on a whale watch.
[12] I have seen fireworks.
[13] I have seen a shooting star.
[14] I have seen a meteor shower.
[15] I have almost drowned.
[16] I have been so embarrassed I wanted to disappear.
[17] I have listened to one CD over and over and over again.
[18] I have had stitches.
[ ] I have had frostbite. (but I have been really cold)
[19] I have licked a frozen pole and got stuck there.
[20] I have stayed up til 2 (and beyond) doing homework/projects.
[21] I have been ice skating.
[22] I have been rollerblading.
[23] I have fallen flat on my face. (while rollerblading)
[24] I have tripped over my own two feet.
[25] I have been in a fist fight.
[ ] I have played videogames for more than three hours straight. (Super Mario Bros!)
[ ] I have watched the Power Rangers.
[26] I attend church regularly.
[27] I have played Truth or Dare.
[28] I have already had my 16th birthday.
[29] I have already had my 17th birthday.
[30] I've called someone stupid.
[31] I've been in a verbal argument.
[32] I've cried at work.
[ ] I've played basketball on a team.
[33] I've played baseball on a team.
[ ] I've played football on a team.
[34] I've played soccer on a team.
[35] I've done cheerleading on a team.
[36] I've played softball on a team.
[37] I've played volleyball on a team.
[ ] I've played tennis on a team.
[ ] I've been on a track or cross country team.
[38] I've been swimming more than 20 times in my life.
[39] I've bungee jumped.
[40] I've climbed a rock wall.
[41] I've lost more than $20 at one time.
[42] I've called myself an idiot.
[43] I've called someone else an idiot.
[44] I've cried myself to sleep.
[45] I've had (or have) pets.
[ ] I've owned a Spice Girls CD/cassette.
[ ] I've owned a Britney Spears CD.
[ ] I've owned an N*Sync CD.
[46] I've owned a Backstreet Boys CD.
[ ] I've mooned someone.
[47] I have sworn/yelled at someone of authority before.
[48] I've been in the newspaper.
[49] I've been on TV.
[ ] I've been to Hawaii.
[50] I've eaten sushi.
[ ] I've been on the other side of a waterfall.
[51] I've watched all of the Lord of the Rings movies.
[52] I've watched all the Harry Potter movies.
[53] I've watched all of the Rocky movies.
[54] I've watched the Three Stooges.
[55] I've watched "Newlyweds."
[56] I've watched Looney Tunes.
[ ] I've been stuffed into a locker/I have stuffed others into lockers.
[57] I've been called a geek.
[58] I've studied hard for a test and got a bad grade.
[59] I've not studied at all for a test and aced it.
[ ] I've hugged my mom within the past 24 hours. (Only because she has been away for a few days)
[60] I've hugged my dad within the past 24 hours.
[61] I've met a celebrity/music artist.
[62] I've written poetry. (really, really bad poetry)
[ ] I've been arrested. (Not officially)
[63] I've been attracted to someone much older than me.
[64] I've been tickled till I've cried.
[65] I've tickled someone else until they cried.
[66] I've had/have siblings.
[67] I've been to a rock concert.
[68] I've listened to classical music and enjoyed it.
[69] I've been in a play.
[70] I've been picked last in gym class.
[71] I've been picked first in gym class.
[72] I've been picked in that middle-range in gym class.
[73] I've cried in front of my friends.
[74] I've read a book longer than 1,000 pages.
[ ] I've played Halo 2.
[75] I've freaked out over a sports game.
[ ] I've been to Alaska.
[ ] I've been to China.
[ ] I've been to Spain.
[ ] I've been to Japan.
[ ] I've had a fight with someone on AIM/MSN.
[76] I've had a fight with someone face-to-face.
[77] I've had serious conversations on any IM.
[78] I've forgiven someone who has done something wrong to me.
[79] I've been forgiven.
[80] I've screamed at a scary movie.
[81] I've cried at a chick flick.
[82] I've watched a lot of action movies.
[83] I've screamed at the top of my lungs.
[ ] I've been to a rap concert.
[ ] I've been to a hip hop concert.
[84] I've lived in more than 2 houses.
[85] I've driven on the highway/been on the highway. (In many countries)
[86] I've driven more than 40 miles in a day/been in a car that went more than 40 miles in a day.
[87] I've been in a car accident.
[88] I've done drugs.
[89] I've been homesick.
[90] I've thrown up.
[91] I've thrown up on someone.
[92] I've been horseback riding.
[ ] I've filled out more than 10 MySpace/LJ surveys.
[93] I've spoken my mind in public.
[94] I've proven someone wrong.
[95] I've been proven wrong by someone.
[ ] I've broken a leg. (does ankle or foot count)
[ ] I've broken an arm. (how about all my toes?)
[96] I've fallen off a swing.
[97] I've swung on a swing for more than 30 minutes straight. (I love to swing)
[98] I've watched Winnie the Pooh movies.
[99] I've forgotten my purse when I have gone to work.
[100] I've lost my purse.
[101] I've come close to dying.
[ ] I've seen someone die.
[102] I've known someone who has died.
[103] I've wanted to be an actor/actress at some point.
[ ] I've done modeling.
[104] I've forgotten to brush my teeth some mornings.
[105] I've taken something/someone for granted.
[106] I've realized how good my life is. (And it's fantastic, and I'm so SO lucky.)
[107] I've counted my blessings.
[108] I've made fun of a co-worker.
[109] I've been asked out by someone and I said no.
[110] I've slapped someone in the face.
[111] I've been skateboarding.
[112] I've been backstabbed by someone I thought was a friend.
[113] I've lied to someone to their face.
[114] I've told a little white lie.
[115] I've taken a day off from work just so I don't go insane.
[116] I've fainted.
[ ] I've had an argument with someone about whether cheerleading is a sport or not.
[117] I've pushed someone into a pool.
[118] I've been pushed into a pool.
[119] I've been/am in love.
Because it's easy and I needed an update. And because everyone else is doing it...
[1] I have read a lot of books.
[ ] I have been on some sort of varsity team.
[2] I have run more than two miles without stopping.
[3] I have been to the US.
[4] I have been to Europe.
[5] I have watched cartoons for hours.
[6] I have tripped UP the stairs.
[7] I have fallen down an entire flight of stairs.
[8] I have been snowboarding/skiing.
[9] I have played ping pong.
[10] I swam in the ocean.
[11] I have been on a whale watch.
[12] I have seen fireworks.
[13] I have seen a shooting star.
[14] I have seen a meteor shower.
[15] I have almost drowned.
[16] I have been so embarrassed I wanted to disappear.
[17] I have listened to one CD over and over and over again.
[18] I have had stitches.
[ ] I have had frostbite. (but I have been really cold)
[19] I have licked a frozen pole and got stuck there.
[20] I have stayed up til 2 (and beyond) doing homework/projects.
[21] I have been ice skating.
[22] I have been rollerblading.
[23] I have fallen flat on my face. (while rollerblading)
[24] I have tripped over my own two feet.
[25] I have been in a fist fight.
[ ] I have played videogames for more than three hours straight. (Super Mario Bros!)
[ ] I have watched the Power Rangers.
[26] I attend church regularly.
[27] I have played Truth or Dare.
[28] I have already had my 16th birthday.
[29] I have already had my 17th birthday.
[30] I've called someone stupid.
[31] I've been in a verbal argument.
[32] I've cried at work.
[ ] I've played basketball on a team.
[33] I've played baseball on a team.
[ ] I've played football on a team.
[34] I've played soccer on a team.
[35] I've done cheerleading on a team.
[36] I've played softball on a team.
[37] I've played volleyball on a team.
[ ] I've played tennis on a team.
[ ] I've been on a track or cross country team.
[38] I've been swimming more than 20 times in my life.
[39] I've bungee jumped.
[40] I've climbed a rock wall.
[41] I've lost more than $20 at one time.
[42] I've called myself an idiot.
[43] I've called someone else an idiot.
[44] I've cried myself to sleep.
[45] I've had (or have) pets.
[ ] I've owned a Spice Girls CD/cassette.
[ ] I've owned a Britney Spears CD.
[ ] I've owned an N*Sync CD.
[46] I've owned a Backstreet Boys CD.
[ ] I've mooned someone.
[47] I have sworn/yelled at someone of authority before.
[48] I've been in the newspaper.
[49] I've been on TV.
[ ] I've been to Hawaii.
[50] I've eaten sushi.
[ ] I've been on the other side of a waterfall.
[51] I've watched all of the Lord of the Rings movies.
[52] I've watched all the Harry Potter movies.
[53] I've watched all of the Rocky movies.
[54] I've watched the Three Stooges.
[55] I've watched "Newlyweds."
[56] I've watched Looney Tunes.
[ ] I've been stuffed into a locker/I have stuffed others into lockers.
[57] I've been called a geek.
[58] I've studied hard for a test and got a bad grade.
[59] I've not studied at all for a test and aced it.
[ ] I've hugged my mom within the past 24 hours. (Only because she has been away for a few days)
[60] I've hugged my dad within the past 24 hours.
[61] I've met a celebrity/music artist.
[62] I've written poetry. (really, really bad poetry)
[ ] I've been arrested. (Not officially)
[63] I've been attracted to someone much older than me.
[64] I've been tickled till I've cried.
[65] I've tickled someone else until they cried.
[66] I've had/have siblings.
[67] I've been to a rock concert.
[68] I've listened to classical music and enjoyed it.
[69] I've been in a play.
[70] I've been picked last in gym class.
[71] I've been picked first in gym class.
[72] I've been picked in that middle-range in gym class.
[73] I've cried in front of my friends.
[74] I've read a book longer than 1,000 pages.
[ ] I've played Halo 2.
[75] I've freaked out over a sports game.
[ ] I've been to Alaska.
[ ] I've been to China.
[ ] I've been to Spain.
[ ] I've been to Japan.
[ ] I've had a fight with someone on AIM/MSN.
[76] I've had a fight with someone face-to-face.
[77] I've had serious conversations on any IM.
[78] I've forgiven someone who has done something wrong to me.
[79] I've been forgiven.
[80] I've screamed at a scary movie.
[81] I've cried at a chick flick.
[82] I've watched a lot of action movies.
[83] I've screamed at the top of my lungs.
[ ] I've been to a rap concert.
[ ] I've been to a hip hop concert.
[84] I've lived in more than 2 houses.
[85] I've driven on the highway/been on the highway. (In many countries)
[86] I've driven more than 40 miles in a day/been in a car that went more than 40 miles in a day.
[87] I've been in a car accident.
[88] I've done drugs.
[89] I've been homesick.
[90] I've thrown up.
[91] I've thrown up on someone.
[92] I've been horseback riding.
[ ] I've filled out more than 10 MySpace/LJ surveys.
[93] I've spoken my mind in public.
[94] I've proven someone wrong.
[95] I've been proven wrong by someone.
[ ] I've broken a leg. (does ankle or foot count)
[ ] I've broken an arm. (how about all my toes?)
[96] I've fallen off a swing.
[97] I've swung on a swing for more than 30 minutes straight. (I love to swing)
[98] I've watched Winnie the Pooh movies.
[99] I've forgotten my purse when I have gone to work.
[100] I've lost my purse.
[101] I've come close to dying.
[ ] I've seen someone die.
[102] I've known someone who has died.
[103] I've wanted to be an actor/actress at some point.
[ ] I've done modeling.
[104] I've forgotten to brush my teeth some mornings.
[105] I've taken something/someone for granted.
[106] I've realized how good my life is. (And it's fantastic, and I'm so SO lucky.)
[107] I've counted my blessings.
[108] I've made fun of a co-worker.
[109] I've been asked out by someone and I said no.
[110] I've slapped someone in the face.
[111] I've been skateboarding.
[112] I've been backstabbed by someone I thought was a friend.
[113] I've lied to someone to their face.
[114] I've told a little white lie.
[115] I've taken a day off from work just so I don't go insane.
[116] I've fainted.
[ ] I've had an argument with someone about whether cheerleading is a sport or not.
[117] I've pushed someone into a pool.
[118] I've been pushed into a pool.
[119] I've been/am in love.
Friday, May 26, 2006
Monster cooking
I really can't believe my eyes. Jesse James of Monster Garage (which I love) is on Martha Stewart. And he is cooking a tart. A TART! Is the world ending and no one told me?
I am pretty sure this is the funniest thing I have ever seen.
I am pretty sure this is the funniest thing I have ever seen.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
So very tired
I cannot wait until the television season and all the finales are over. I have been watching way, way too much tv and all these shows are stressing me out. With all the gunfire, people dying, and the mind fucks, supplied mostly by Lost, I am tired of tv, and am looking forward to a summer of no tv just so I can gain my strength for next fall. Or maybe not. Maybe after all the stress this year's shows have caused me, I will go into one of my periodic no tv phases. We will see.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Why, God, Why?
I just looked at yet another picture of yet another celebrity dressed in leggings, and, swear to god, I gagged. I actually gagged at the sight. What is wrong with these people? Are the large quantites of drugs they all take making them blind and stupid? Leggings, for the love of god!
If they all start wearing stirrup pants, I am going to end up in a rubber room after clawing out my own eyes.
If they all start wearing stirrup pants, I am going to end up in a rubber room after clawing out my own eyes.
Monday, April 24, 2006
Stuff
You know what I like? The name Balthazar. I wonder if it's too late to change Desoto's name. Although, after spending the weekend cleaning up a backyard full of leaves and dog poop, his current name is Shit Machine.
Something else I like, actually someone, is Kevin Smith. I have seen all his movies, and love every one of them. It's funny, because I am a bit of a snob about movies. I don't like stupid comedies, refuse to see anything that stars Jim Carrey or Adam Sandler (wait, I am lying, I did see Spanglish) but show me a movie with Jay and Silent Bob and not only will I laugh my ass off, but I will watch it 10 times and end up owning the dvd. I can't tell you how many times I have watched Clerks, and am impatiently waiting for Clerks 2. It helps that in all of his movies, my boyfriend Ben Affleck either stars or makes an appearance. I recently read his book "Silent Bob Speaks" and because I have a slightly obsessive personality, I then was googling him and found his blog . I then proceeded to read about a year or so of his life, marvelling at how detailed his entries were how open he was and how faithful a blogger he was. It is a very cool blog and very little of his life is off limits. He has been talking about his friend Jason Mewes and his fight to kick his drug habit, and it is very interesting reading. It makes me wish that I was a better blogger and that I had an interesting life about which to write.
I have decided to plant flowers in my yard. This probably isn't sounding as exciting to you as it does to me, but I am toxic to plants. Every plant I have ever owned has died a sad and painful death. When my mother goes away, she puts all of her plants in one room and tells me not to go in there. I have really tried. I have bought many, many plants. I have bought books on how to take care of plants, and still they die. So I gave up. I don't own any plants. Even grass doesn't grow in my yard, although that my have more to do with Shit Machine than with me. So I have decided to plant a flower garden. I don't actually know what kind of flowers yet or how long they will actually live, but I am going to try. Cross your fingers.
Something else I like, actually someone, is Kevin Smith. I have seen all his movies, and love every one of them. It's funny, because I am a bit of a snob about movies. I don't like stupid comedies, refuse to see anything that stars Jim Carrey or Adam Sandler (wait, I am lying, I did see Spanglish) but show me a movie with Jay and Silent Bob and not only will I laugh my ass off, but I will watch it 10 times and end up owning the dvd. I can't tell you how many times I have watched Clerks, and am impatiently waiting for Clerks 2. It helps that in all of his movies, my boyfriend Ben Affleck either stars or makes an appearance. I recently read his book "Silent Bob Speaks" and because I have a slightly obsessive personality, I then was googling him and found his blog . I then proceeded to read about a year or so of his life, marvelling at how detailed his entries were how open he was and how faithful a blogger he was. It is a very cool blog and very little of his life is off limits. He has been talking about his friend Jason Mewes and his fight to kick his drug habit, and it is very interesting reading. It makes me wish that I was a better blogger and that I had an interesting life about which to write.
I have decided to plant flowers in my yard. This probably isn't sounding as exciting to you as it does to me, but I am toxic to plants. Every plant I have ever owned has died a sad and painful death. When my mother goes away, she puts all of her plants in one room and tells me not to go in there. I have really tried. I have bought many, many plants. I have bought books on how to take care of plants, and still they die. So I gave up. I don't own any plants. Even grass doesn't grow in my yard, although that my have more to do with Shit Machine than with me. So I have decided to plant a flower garden. I don't actually know what kind of flowers yet or how long they will actually live, but I am going to try. Cross your fingers.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
All in
So, since I have lately been a victim of misbehaving (read exploding) body parts, I was off work and spent many, many days home in my bed. Between the sleeping, feeling sorry for myself, trips to the hospital, and ignoring my sulky not-walked dog, I developed a new addiction - texas hold'em. I am now a poker addict. I play online but not for realy money because, well, I was on a lot of pain kilers, and I really, really suck at poker. At first I wanted to blame the percocet, but now that I am (mostly) off the drugs, my playing has not improved. Which makes me sad, because I wanted to be one of those cool people who effortlessly win at cards(now even more since I watched House last night and he is so cool with the poker playing), but I am not, and now I will never win a fortune playing poker in Las Vegas. This does not mean I am giving up, oh no, I keep on playing with the hope that someday I will remember that a flush beats a straight (which I can never remember and I just had to go and look up which would win), or that 4 of a kind beats a full house(which I am pretty sure I didn't know until right now). And that really explains why I don't win right there.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
I am defective
Seriously, there are just too many parts of me that don't work. I want my money back. I had such high hopes after starting my new job, that now I was away from all the old, nasty files and away from that environment, I would never get sick again. I have gotten sick. I have missed a few days with horrible migraines, and now I have just spent the weekend in the hospital with a ruptured ovarian cyst. I really really hate the hospital. Everyone was really nice and they gave me lots of lovely morphine, so I spent most of the time alternating between writhing in pain and being really floaty and stoned, but still, it's a hospital, with the johnny shirts and the uncomfortable beds and the needles.
Desoto had to stay at my parents house, and they took great care of him, but he really missed me. I can tell because now he seems to want to be attached to me, following me everywhere (and by everywhere I mean between the bed and the bathroom because it still hurts too much to go father than that), sleeping as close to me as he can get, and trying to lick my face all the time. While it is nice that he missed me, the face licking is getting old.
Desoto had to stay at my parents house, and they took great care of him, but he really missed me. I can tell because now he seems to want to be attached to me, following me everywhere (and by everywhere I mean between the bed and the bathroom because it still hurts too much to go father than that), sleeping as close to me as he can get, and trying to lick my face all the time. While it is nice that he missed me, the face licking is getting old.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
I fear for our youth...
I just read these on Overheard in New York:
Girl #1: It's not that I hated history, I just hated all the
memorization. All the names, and dates, and places. And the wars! I mean, how am I supposed to remember whether Hitler was in World War I or World War II?
Girl #2: I think he had his own war.
Teen girl #1: Okay. Maybe I'm, like, retarded for not knowing this,
but...did you guys know that other countries have national anthems, too?
Teen girl #2: Duh! It's the same song, in different languages!
Girl #1: It's not that I hated history, I just hated all the
memorization. All the names, and dates, and places. And the wars! I mean, how am I supposed to remember whether Hitler was in World War I or World War II?
Girl #2: I think he had his own war.
Teen girl #1: Okay. Maybe I'm, like, retarded for not knowing this,
but...did you guys know that other countries have national anthems, too?
Teen girl #2: Duh! It's the same song, in different languages!
Sad news
So Dana Reeve, Christopher Reeve's wife, just died of cancer. Very sad news, especially for their son, who I think is around 12 or 13. To go through what that family went through, Christopher Reeve's accident, his death and now the death of Mrs. Reeve from lung cancer (and she was not a smoker), just seems so unfair. You know? Why didn't OJ get cancer? Or child molesting Michael Jackson? Or Hitler? It just seems wrong that this poor woman, who already went through so much, should lose her life in her early forties when there are so many bad people out there who never even catch a cold.
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