Miao Miao San

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2003-11-29T23:32:00.000-08:00

The Big Five Personality Test

Extroverted	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%
Introverted	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	44%
Friendly	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Aggressive	\|\|\|\|\|\|	30%
Orderly	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	46%
Disorderly	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	54%
Relaxed	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%
Emotional	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	44%
Openminded	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	74%
Closeminded	\|\|\|\|\|\|	26%

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It's because I chose water & milk

2003-11-18T10:10:00.000-08:00

You will swallow some tacks. You are a little
weird, maybe not so much in a good way. Buy a
yellow tie and wear it on your head.

What horrible Edward Gorey Death will you die?
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Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleon

2003-11-07T03:21:00.000-08:00

You are Galadriel's Mirrorball. A gift to her from
Sauron in the days when he masked his evil, you
wreak havoc among the weak-minded. The elven
queen herself has been seen sneaking away to
her secret glade to dance the night away to
wicked music. You may be the downfall of
Middle-Earth.

Which completely non-existent Lord of the Rings object are you?
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2003-10-19T02:52:00.000-07:00

I'm undead!

You are Form 9,
Vampire: The Undying.

"And The Vampire was all that remained on the
blood drowned creation. She attempted to regrow
life from the dead. But as she was about to give
the breath of life, she was consumed in the flame
of The Phoenix and the cycle began again."

Some examples of the Vampire Form are Hades
(Greek) and Isis (Egyptian).
The Vampire is associated with the concept
of death, the number 9, and the element of fire.
Her sign is the eclipsed moon.

As a member of Form 9, you are a very
realistic individual. You may be a little
idealistic, but you are very grounded and down to
earth. You realize that not everything lasts, but
you savor every minute of the good times.
While you may sometimes find yourself lonely,
you have strong ties with people that will never
be broken. Vampires are the best friends to
have because they are sensible.

Which Mythological Form Are You?

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It's A Cheesy Beatles Reference:

2003-09-25T22:20:00.000-07:00

I wrote a crazy note. This is what it said:
"Everyone tells me I'm a LOSER LOSER LOSER I'm not like you and I hope I never am. My best is never good enough, so I give up. "
It says 'black bird' all over it in random places. It actually started as a doodle, but I pretty well mean it. I've had a bad day. I got a lecture from my brother about how I'm a loser. I told my Mum (who has been out of town and seems unhappy to be back) about what he had said. She didn't look at me. And she didn't disagree. I can reassure myself to a degree, but today was not the day. I was thinking about things that hurt, things that I live my life secretly trying to forget.
I don't want you thinking I dwell excessively, I don't. I spent over 14 years ignoring completely the things that had gone on. I forced the late at night thoughts from my mind. I prayed. Or cried. Or made up a voice in my mind. I had nightmares. I had fits of
rage. I tried seriously to make it stop. And always the serious efforts were foiled by a sibling, if only for a lock on my door...
For a good while I hated her. I still do sometimes, but whether it's my Mother, or how much of her I see in myself I don't know. She hated me back. She sent me away, and I was glad for it. She never touched me again. If ever I've discussed it in these four years since what was done was finally allowed for me to admit, it's been from a stoic front. I'm strong. I don't cry. It's the past. It doesn't matter. All is forgiven. That's a lie.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm waiting for her to let go.
Sometimes there is nothing between us.
I'm sad. I'm pretty sure I'm not being dramatic. I don't like being dramatic for show. Now, I'm tired of trying. I'm tired of falling short every single time. I'm tired of knowing that behind every displayed Motherly affection is that glaring, oppressive eye, judging. Every possible mis-step of my life can be recited, chronologically, alphabetically, by frequency. I'm only 20. I've been better than most girls (and boys) my age. But no, I'm not in a fabulous school, and I'm not especially good at much of
anything. She wanted me to have a talent. I don't. I wanted her to love me, but she wont. She sees all her failings and every disadvantage dealt to her every single time she looks at me. Do you know what it's like to be looked at with that? Regret. Pity.
Obligation. I've got my a.h.c. certificate. That's what I want to do, at least for a while. I want to go, and never come back, but for awkward holidays every other year, then one day never again.
I want to be with the person who I (think) I know has faith in me. The person who won't care that I don't cheer-lead, work charities, excel at everything that I might try to do. I want to be somewhere, where it's good enough that I tried.
Not too get too teenage melancholy (as if I haven't already) but I feel like if I wait, my moment won't arrive.

2003-09-20T09:19:00.000-07:00

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Andre is hot and so is the new video!

2003-09-12T02:47:00.000-07:00

The Knacks are on MTV, ma-ma-ma-my Sharona...
Things are really good, finally everything is coming
together for me. I'm finally going to England, I won't
be able to believe it until I'm actually packed and on
my way though. *L* It makes me feel like a "grown-up,"
which is silly since (supposedly) I am. Rachel Hunter
is hot, I'd hate it if she was my Mum and I still
looked like me. Oh My God! Queen! Fat Bottom Girls!
*L* There is no song that could be better than this,
that anthem about ass as loved by a gay man! *L* I
love this song, mostly for the comedic value, and it's
a good up-beat kind of song. Seriously, can you
imagine some fleshy slightly flabby chick riding him?
I know I can't, and yet, he sings it with such
conviction... That's entertainment.
Now I'm completely off track. I initially wanted to
write an entry about how very hot Chris Cornell is. I
never fully appreciated his hunkiness as I should
have. Perhaps that could be explained by my calling
him "That Jesus Guy" when I was much younger. (Did I
just say hunkiness? blarg.) Anyway, I just saw Chris
(and all that is known as "AudioSlave") in their
latest video, and it gave me a whole new appreciation
for the song. We all know the man can sing, seriously
sing, so I wont even talk about his talent, I just
want to note that it isn't all about the nub, though
it aught to be, at least in this case.
I mean it, this video had me sounding like a chubby
old frat boy at a bar, saying things to myself like,
"Is this desert hot and dirty, or is it just You?" to
the Chris Cornell's sweet sweet nubs.
*fantasizing* .........
Well, now I can't comment on Jessica Simpson, as it
would ruin my 'high.' Music mentions: It was either
Daniel or Doughnut, but someone mentioned an English
band that I would love called, "The Darkness." Lo,
what's this I hear on KROQ as catch of the day? Metal,
revival, better, different? Why yes, it's "The
Darkness" and they drop their tunes hard and full of
the 'f' bomb, which is exactly how I like it.
I love the latest single from "OutKast" but then I
love most of their songs. YellowCard: I keep seeing
these 16 year old dudes wearing their YellowCard
shirts and I laugh. I remember seeing them live once,
and they were pretty good (I thought) but I got the
impression that allot of people thought they were a
bit second rate, now here they are rockin on MTV. It's
good, I'm glad for them, now if only Nerf Herder,
Psoma, Upsyndrome or Ozma got that kind of play. I'm
tired of the crappy punk/pop already. ;)
Question: Why is it that Avril Lavigne is a joke, and
yet Kelly Osbourne is legit despite hangin with her
and lookin chummy?

2003-09-04T23:16:00.000-07:00

So right now I'm having myself the definitive
breakfast of champions, coffee with irish cream, and
cookies! I had planned to put something tolerable on
the t.v. but of course, as soon as I changed the
channel from day-time soaps (my brother) to one of the
movie channels, the screen goes black. Black except
for a small bit of text in the corner saying, "channel
not available, tune to channel 47 for complete
details." I look around for some other channels, but
they all say that, I guess I *have* to now. The big
news? Flash flood! It's a shame that it's unlikely to
affect me here, stupid Riverside.
In other news, I've got my traveling money nearly
ready, I will be accepting donations of no more than
$20 for the travel fund. All donations under $40 will
be reimbursed on the first day of winter here in hell.
(No, that's not funny, if anyone did donate, I would
refund it, maybe. ;p) anyway, I should have enough by
sunday, I just need to make my flight arrangements.
Here is a quiz I took, I cheated on one of the
answers, so basically, no one reads my blog, but note
the message in the top corner *L* made me laugh. ;)
~~~~~~

Only the most important people to me
read my
Livejournal

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2003-08-28T22:27:00.000-07:00

2003-08-28T22:26:00.000-07:00

I rented "House Of 1000 Corpses" tonight. I've already
seen it at the theater, and yet here I am, afraid to
watch it at home. I'm just not feeling brave today.
Earlier, I went swimming. Everything felt slow and
surreal, I spent most of my time in the water laying
on the bottom of the pool and looking up at the sky.
Everything looks better through the water, it made me
wish I could look at things from everywhere...
~~~
If I was to get a tattoo, I think I'd get one of a
tree in my yard, with the sky in the background.

Looking at the clouds:

Figure 1: A man, slightly hunched forward, naked. Body
angled so that we see a bit more of his face than just
a profile. He has 3 faces, and they're connected like
a mask, with another mask beneath it. The first (outer
most)a young face, like the gerber baby. the next
(middle) an old man with a hooked nose and pained
expression, and last (actually on the head, not being
pulled away from) a skull. How creepy.
Figure 2: Just to the man's left, tragedy & comedy,
not much to it.
Figure 3: A graceful diver, arched beautifully just in
that moment before straightening and hitting the
water.
~~~~
I keep an old taco wrapper from Jack in The box in my
purse. Written on it are the names of my favorite
artists and my favorite paintings/sculptures by them.
Its not because I don't know who I like, I just never
remember their names when I have to say them. Whenever
I'm going somewhere where I think people might be
talking about that sort of thing, I read my taco
wrapper, so no one will think I'm stupid.
aphasia: n. The loss of power to use or understand
words.

Inspiration is a spark with nothing to light...

2003-08-14T14:40:00.000-07:00

I was feeling so inspired a moment ago, I was ready at last to write something intelligent and meaningful.
I just needed the right music for my epic intellectual reawakening. Unfortunately, the efforts made on behalf of having my perfect soundtrack made the flicker of my inspiration burn out before I got to do much with it. It's my luck that a near mint condition portable cd player would decide to completely stop working the one time I try to use it, after keeping it safely stored away in it's original box.
It would have been great, I was going to get on my soapbox, on top of a very tall Clydesdale and wax political for you. I was going to be opinionated and
to the point, just like blog V+ only more biased and judgemental. All my college courses would have come to some use as I wrote brilliantly in a manner that would make you think my opinion was fact. But now I'm not going to do that, I'm not even going to try and talk about my ordeal with that irritating Microsoft virus.
Moments ago, I was bursting with ideas, things I wanted to say about music (Mya vs. Beyonce, Jane's Addiction Review: I know why women want Parry.) I even had something about strippers and pole-dancing. I even remembered a great interview with ODB, lets see if I can recall the questions, the answers were
unforgettable:
Q: Give us an example of how you talk dirty in bed?
A: "Ooh shit!! Ohh shit baby!!"
Q: What's better than sex:
A: "What? Like drugs?"
~~
*L* You've got to love ODB... Didn't he change his name to Jesus? Speaking of Jesus, I'm praying right now that God will strike down my t.v., Madonna's horrible 'Die Another Day' video is on, I can feel my brain shutting down. You know, they say that comatose states are a means for the brain to heal itself.. yup
my mind is definitely on shut down. I love you Madge, but this song sucks! Yeah, I could get up and change it, now there's an idea...
Briefly political: Firstly, after much deliberation on the issues, I've decided:
1) Paul McCartney isn't really dead, and even if he is, I really don't want to know about it. If I did I'd not be getting to my happy place when I listen to the
Beatles in traffic.
2)Arnold Schwarzenegger is sadly, going to win the election. I base this not on the many polls offered up by reputable sources such as CNN, but rather on a
psychic who at least 4 years ago said that: Arnold would be Governor of California; Michael Jackson will have a white baby; and that the Princes (Harry & William ) would both give up the throne. I need to find out her name... I will be voting, and my governor squashes melons. ;p
3) I really don't like neo-cons, and the whole Enron not being an issue as relates to the major charges against Gray Davis. I worked on his campaign, and I
really liked him, I spent some time with him, and I really think Gray is a good guy, he's just not so great at talking to people and not seeming stiff. As I've seen on Real Time with Bill Maher, Gray seems to be making an effort at relating to the people. Also, I dislike that some of the more political blogs I read tend to refer to anyone who isn't the author (or in agreement with him) or some prominent pundit on a 24/7 news network as some how less able to understand politics. Yes, there are lots of ignorant people out there, but never assume to know who they are based on how they prioritize their life (or what
you can surmise of that based on their blogs and other ultimately silly misc. activities.)
~
That's enough for me. I do think, just in case anyone who runs across this wonders, but generally my thoughts tend to run in the direction of doing things,
not writing my opinions on things that will happen one way or another. I choose not to write about the great boyfriend I've got, or an unrequited love. And no
one needs to have my voice added to the deafening barrage of opinions on the web. Last: If you've got
that virus, here's the patch.

2003-08-08T10:30:00.000-07:00

Hee! You are
Jack's "You have to find
yourself a girl, mate ... you're not a eunuch,
are you?" speech. You're
quite a bit sex-
crazed, and you assume that everyone else is as
horny as you are. Get it on as
soon as
possible so that you can join the rest of us on
Planet Earth ... I'm sure you'll have a
good
time doing so.

Which one of Captain Jack Sparrow's bizarre sayings from Pirates of the Caribbean are
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2003-08-03T23:11:00.000-07:00

You are Yoshi! A little ball (well, not really) of
kindness that would help
out any friend and is
quite brave. Good going! Your
high voice can
get on my nerves sometimes but you
are still
pretty cool =)

Which Super Smash Brothers Melee Character Are You?
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2003-07-30T23:50:00.000-07:00

I feel like...
The California fotologger discussion board should
be, "The Northern California Fotologgers Discussion
board with special so-cal guest Greg." It doesn't
feel very interactive, it's all about meet-ups in N.
CA and I seriously don't care about their meet-ups.
A greatly admired New York fotologger makes me feel a
little better in his lack of interest in the
'meet-ups.'
I also feel like changing things, I'm rearranging my
room, and my hair. I'm going to try and scrape up
enough cash for some more clothes and a visit with
Walker the overly expensive time-nazi hairstylist, as
I'm sure my self-made cut will be in need of some
help. My social life seems like stangant muddy water,
there just isn't anything going on, and it's odor is
questionable.
Soon: I'll be kickin with frogballs and bean...
I'm in the mood for something new.

2003-07-30T00:59:00.000-07:00

You are the Low-Fidelity All-Star. You were born
with your cool, and it's totally natural. You
run the gamut
from Hipster Supreme (only they
can ingest as much coffee as you) to the geeky
hipster (Mario Kart, anyone?).

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2003-07-24T12:53:00.000-07:00

Miao Miao San

What fuzzy creature are you?

2003-07-23T15:25:00.000-07:00

Unsuspecting Nightmare

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2003-07-21T01:51:00.000-07:00

I never post, and as if my poorly written dream (which
was taken from a conversation on msn) wasn't reason
enough, I'm sure this will be:
Fotolog is a small world. Even as it grows over
20,000 users, I still see small groups of people who
know each other, and if you skip through enough you
see that every group is connected. It's all very '6
degrees' only, no Kevin Bacon so far.
*insert meandering story of internet crossings
with...* "Melting Dolls." Her blog is funny, her
fotolog is great, she and her sister are both very
cute. She seems like someone that I'd really want to
be friends with if it weren't for comments that make
me think she hates me. And that makes me feel like
Kevin from "Parenthood." Call me spazzy ;p

last night's dream was a nightmare

2003-07-02T14:20:00.000-07:00

last nights dream was a nightmare

I was having nightmares.
I was a slave, I escaped narrowly.

Then I was in exile and because of state budget cuts I couldn't go to the police as they were now privatized and mostly owned by the man who owned me.
I was a prisoner in my own house. My job was to "unlock the moon"

It started as a job, but then they started threatening me and taking things from me. I had attempted to run away before, but I managed to make them think I was just out for a jog or whatever.

I finally left and when I did the goons knew about it, I made it halfway down the street, these kids were playing in the back of a truck, it was full of sand, I
hopped in and was begging them; "cover me up cover me up!"

They couldn't finish so I grabbed a backpack and jacket off two of them and said "please, play, pretend I'm not here, especially if they ask" And they did...

I stayed in the back of the truck for days. And finally one of the parents saw me.
He knew who I was so he covered the sand but allowed enough space that I could breathe, and he drove it off.

He dumped me at the dump and offered to help me. He got me a passport and a new ID and he told me not to leave, be seen or call anyone for x number of days. He returned with some stuff to clean me up, and the other stuff I mentioned. He also arranged for me to leave the country, when I asked him why he said that my owner nearly owned him, and took one of his children.

I left for some undisclosed country. It turned out to be spain. I changed my hair, I got a few piercings in my face, and did my best to not be recognized.

They were looking for me. I couldn't call home, or you, or my friends.
They did manage to get knew and clover (my cats) shipped over for me though, the neighbor man stole them while they were out.

I was staying with a woman who was sort of kathy bates and sort of patty's Mum.
Then one night I'm out on the rear balcony, and hear this sort of circusy music and a kid, a young boy screaming, not much, but enough that it caught my attention.

There were also two small dogs... barking and running round this pool. it was night time, and there are spotlights on the pool... there is a tall thin man dressed as a clown, he has an excessively large head. And he's riding this fake unicycle thing that floats on the water.

This music is so loud and he's doing the ringmasters thing, you know, getting attention, he's chasing the boy in the water, the kid can hardly swim, and at either edge of the pool there is a dog, barking, growling... only one dog doing this, the other running back and forth, barking. The music gets louder and a little more distorted, freaky clown man is laughing a horrible sinister laugh.

People are cheering on other balconies.

The boy is crying, screaming for help and no one will go. The clown turns of a little motor and rams the boy, he goes under, the pool fills with blood.
Mr scary clown man hops down, eagerly, all the while talking and laughing... the boy is dead, chopped up by this thing. And clown man steps into the pool, bloody water and all, and brings it to his mouth in two hands... laughing, laughing as he takes a piece of the boys mangled body and eats it.

At this point everyone goes inside and turns off the lights. For hours you hear that crazed laugh. I stayed out, watching... lights out, hoping he wouldn't see me. He might have, maybe not.

Then, finally, nearly at dawn he gets out and goes inside the house (not the one I'm in, about two smallish yards over) The kid is dead. and cannibalized.

Another man comes out a few moments later, wearing shortish shorts, (shorts like, from the 70s, you know really short but not exactly gay ) he's lanky, but not so tall as clown man... he looks tired. When the clown man got out of the pool one of the dogs was snarling at him - the other was happily jumping and prancing at his feet.

This tired balding man looks sad, and he begins cleaning the pool out... as he does I can hear an occasional sniffle. The clowns dog is gone, and the other dog lay near the man. I try to ask people about what happened, no one will acknowledge me.
Finally a girl tells me never to go there, never to let my cats wander at night or that will be their fate.

several days go by....

Clover and Knew come in before sunset everyday. I put them on leashes at night, so they can't get out again.
Inevitably, clover manoeuvres himself, so that the leash is on but he's no longer restrained. he goes out the window.

I see him in the courtyard and start whispering for him, he gives a typical defiant look.
Moseys on his way leathery strap trailing behind him. I keep watching that yard, hoping he doesn't wake the evil dog.

(These dogs are both little terriers by the way, not much bigger than clover if they're in fact bigger than him at all)

That fucking dog wakes up, when he barks clover turns to run and gets caught on something by his leash...

I go down and sneak out of the house, I've got some mace, and I grab a box of salt.
I'm going slowly... I don't want the clown man to get me. I see, through wooden and chain fences along the way.... the little fucking dog actually unhooks
clovers leash and grabs it with his teeth, he begins dragging him! The other dog is pacing round the two, I'm hoping no one is home. then the lights go on...

Shit!

Clover tries attacking the dog, he does a fair amount of damage, but it only makes the rustling in the house sound more hurried.

The spot lights come on, good doggie starts barking and growling immediately at this. I'm at the side gate. The music starts, a little different this time, but still that creepy distorted circus type music... this time a fat man comes out, clown make-up barely on, shadow showing through. He actually manages to look more normal and much more frightening at the same time

The little dog keeps barking and yapping at his heels - this distraction is good, the fat man bends down with much effort trying to swipe at the dog. Clover is pulling back against the leash as best he can...
I try to open the gate but I can feel that it's going to squeak and it's lucky, as thin clown man is just a foot from me, on his way out...

He throws these bumper car style things in the pool. Lucky for me, carrying them makes enough noise that he cant hear me, separated from him by only a rickety wooden garden gate…

Thin man grabs clover by the leash and tosses him very violently into the water. Evil dog racing round the perimeter keeping him from getting out, the other dog tries to make space but clover cant tell them apart. The two men stand there, the fat man drooling as he watches Clover, when he reaches the edge he nearly makes it out, then he gets bitten. The blood in the water is what makes both men giddy.... they have horrible rotting teeth, not like bad movie teeth, like real, rotting, stumps of teeth.

I open the side gate slowly. I'm in full sight, if one even turns slightly I'm caught. Closing the gate behind me is so hard..
I'm so dizzy...
And my heart is racing...
I'm nearly crying.

I step into the side door of the house, it's dark and there is all kinds of weird shit. It's sort of a garage/storage space room, another doorway is lit.. I'm not about to go in there,,,

I don't know what the hell I'm doing.

Fat man goes inside.... he's useless, more or less. I can see him through the lit doorway, he goes out of sight, and the music gets louder. I move back so I can see him when he crosses again, he's at the sliding glass window, drooling all over,
face pressed to the glass.

Clover is yowling and crying. I think they're just going to wait for the dog to get him. I can't see the thin man at all, so I'm going by the reaction of fat man and not hearing thin man….

I'm by a chair... creeping around, looking for something to use, when the fucking chair growls at me and this the fat man hears! Yeah...the chair. A big plush chair.....
He comes in and I back away from the chair with a slight squeak. he comes at me and I throw salt at him.... it gets in his eyes.... he's swatting and yelling... but he cant see me...

I creep around him along the wall. He can’t see and doesn't think to wipe his eyes.
I lock the door to the lit room. The thin man only now hears the fat man. He looks and sees me in the window... he comes at it. I turn off the music... He gets me and throws me in the pool!

He climbs onto his bumpercar people grinder. But the dumbfuck has no idea
no idea at all. I grab clover and wait by the edge, that dog barking at me, he bit me...
I grab at him, and when I get him I hold him under water.

Here comes clown man. Clover is at this point only holding onto me and panting.
He's pedding...
I make like I can't swim... he turns on his motor once he is close... I go under. There goes the dog..

As soon as he sees chunks and blood he stops gets into the water as before.
I'm under the bumpercar thing, so he cant see me yet - I come up behind it and climb out, the other dog barking at him....

I run to the gate and get out. He came after me, but I don't know what was next
cos I woke up.

Oh there was a part in the dream with prince William, but I don't remember it clearly.
I also at some point spoke with thin man, but I also can't place that in the timeline.
He was meek and mild

2003-07-02T12:01:00.000-07:00

A man walks into a fishmongers with a carp under his arm.
’Do you sell fishcakes?’ he says to the shop owner.
‘Of course we do’ comes the reply
The customer breathes a huge sigh of relief. ‘Thank god!’ he said, gesturing to the fish. ‘It’s his birthday’

2003-06-29T02:23:00.000-07:00

The Noble Faerie. While you carry a few of the
traits of humanity within you, you still have
an aura of otherworldliness about you that some
find irresistable and others find very
disconcerting. The world is a game; life a
puzzle to enjoy!

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2003-06-19T01:51:00.000-07:00

I'm not watching 'flashdance' despite the fact that it's on t.v. I've not been up to much lately, looking at new digital cameras (any suggestions/reccomendations/donations?) reading blogs (if I could only reccomend one, it would be a toss up between V+ and a_debaser, personal and informative) and going stir crazy. Dad needs to go get his camp on already, I need my a.h.c. certificate already, and then I just need a job, .5 million dollars from J.Lo (she owes me) my passport and a plane ticket. So, I think you should tell *me* something...

2003-06-17T22:19:00.000-07:00

I'd like to open with some good news: Friday June 20th, I get to see Jane's Addiction play for the Jimmy Kimmel show. Janes is the highlight, by the way, not Jimmy Kimmel. I'm so excited! I think my friend Carl is going to be seeing my other favorite band (nerf herder) on his end the very same night. Yay us! And for everyone who has taken the time to visit our site, thank you so much, comment lots if you want to, we enjoy it. More news & hopefully pictures of Jane's to come!