Because this looked fun, I lifted it from the 19-year-old's blog. (what are we going to call her when she turns twenty? I know not.) Speaking of the 19 year old... how'd it go with you and Rowan and that whole colony thing?
ah well, now for the stolen game which I am sure will not go with my blog layout at all. But it will be fun.
Five details about you...
[x] I love to laugh
[x] I don't like to clean most of the time, but sometimes I go on cleaning rampages and it's frightening
[x] I'm bigger on music, less on movies
[x] I'm too goddamn overweight
[x] I have to play mind games with myself so that I'm comfortable enough to talk to some people
Five details about your appearance right now...
[x] parts of my hair are dyed red and fading fast
[x] my black pants have a small white stain on them
[x] I actually blowdryed my hair so it looks semi-decent today
[x] my complexion is doing 90 in the fast lane on the road to hell
[x] no makeup, save mascara
Five things you did today
[x] gave a lady an ultrasound on her shoulder
[x] sang along to "The Tango Maureen" from RENT in my car on the way to work
[x] ate a bean burrito and two peaches
[x] made a chart for a new patient
[x] took a shower
Five memorable things you did in the last year...
[x] prom
[x] graduated
[x] played my last year of basketball
[x] sang a duet with Rowan
[x] drove to Seattle two nights in a row for no reason
Five things that everyone should know about you...
[x] I will love you forever if you burn me a CD
[x] I'm always hungry, so give me food and i'll love you forever (again)
[x] I play violin, piano (sort of), and basketball
[x] I have a secret passion for theatre and improv comedy
[x] I knit
Five favorite groups... (today)
[x] coldplay
[x] dispatch
[x] grand funk railroad
[x] U2
[x] AC/DC
Five favorite songs... (today)
[x] jack johnson - Flake
[x] billy joel - my life
[x] radiohead - karma police
[x] duran duran - rio
[x] jason robert brown - I'd give it all for you
Five favorite movies... (today)
[x] bandits
[x] moulin rouge
[x] the usual suspects
[x] lord of the rings (the 2nd one)
[x] CHUD! (not really)
Five things that make you happy...
[x] happy juice
[x] when everybody gets along
[x] swing dancing
[x] an email written just for me
[x] german
Five people who mean a lot to you...
[x] my family (I know that's four, but what would I do if I listed them all out... it'd take up all my space)
[x] Manzanita
[x] Batman
[x] Jihad
[x] kaffygrl
Five things you can't live without...
[x] my buddies
[x] music
[x] food, esp. sugar
[x] exercise
[x] blogs :)
Five things you'll do when you complete this...
[x] take a short nap
[x] start a new file for another new patient
[x] work until five
[x] go to the valley
[x] go to IB campout #2
Five things you feel right now...
[x] tired
[x] sore
[x] dancy
[x] trapped (in an office)
[x] sated (that burrito was yummy)
hmm, yeah. Nap time.
24.7.03
23.7.03
UPDATE
Everybody should check out Dave Barry's blog and read his entry for July 13th. Afterwards, follow the instructions. I personally think this joke is HILARIOUS and it shows the enormous following that this blog has. If only our mortal blogs had such rabid fans... think of the power, the potential, the possibilities.
Last night was much like the evening prior, at least to start with... I went downtown, as I did Monday, but this time Batman and Tease and Asian were actually there. We went to Dumpster Values. All of the girls bought something cute and random (I found a $9 black dress, really pretty), and Batman, who was the one we were supposed to be shopping for, didn't buy anything. (although we did find a hot 2-tone velvet bowling shirt, extra small... it was pretty tight, literally.) Then there was Frisbee, and afterwards swimming at Kennydale. Things took a turn after that... Trojan lost his wallet, so we had to retrieve it from the lady who found it. Then we went to Denny's, Top Foods, Safeway, and ended up stargazing at this little secluded forest clearing. (We being J-Dawg and his friend, Trojan and his girlfriend, and me.) I need to stop getting in so late, though... I'm getting up too late and Dad is starting to get pissy about it.
Talked to Jihad on my lunch break for a bit. It was 10 PM in Barcelona and they (Jihad and Mini-Sheik) were prepping to go out for the night. Two brothers hitting the town together... how cute. They return in less than a fortnight. Shall be exciting.. that and the prospect of Mini-Sheik and I taking the older one back to college. Road trips rock.
anyway, lunch break is over, so I'd best get back to work. hope to see you all tonight at burfoot park at 6.
the following song has no real signifigance except that it is stuck in my head, thanks to 97.7:
oh we're halfway there
oh living on a prayer
take my hand
we'll make it I swear
oh living on a prayer
Bon Jovi - Living on a Prayer
Everybody should check out Dave Barry's blog and read his entry for July 13th. Afterwards, follow the instructions. I personally think this joke is HILARIOUS and it shows the enormous following that this blog has. If only our mortal blogs had such rabid fans... think of the power, the potential, the possibilities.
Last night was much like the evening prior, at least to start with... I went downtown, as I did Monday, but this time Batman and Tease and Asian were actually there. We went to Dumpster Values. All of the girls bought something cute and random (I found a $9 black dress, really pretty), and Batman, who was the one we were supposed to be shopping for, didn't buy anything. (although we did find a hot 2-tone velvet bowling shirt, extra small... it was pretty tight, literally.) Then there was Frisbee, and afterwards swimming at Kennydale. Things took a turn after that... Trojan lost his wallet, so we had to retrieve it from the lady who found it. Then we went to Denny's, Top Foods, Safeway, and ended up stargazing at this little secluded forest clearing. (We being J-Dawg and his friend, Trojan and his girlfriend, and me.) I need to stop getting in so late, though... I'm getting up too late and Dad is starting to get pissy about it.
Talked to Jihad on my lunch break for a bit. It was 10 PM in Barcelona and they (Jihad and Mini-Sheik) were prepping to go out for the night. Two brothers hitting the town together... how cute. They return in less than a fortnight. Shall be exciting.. that and the prospect of Mini-Sheik and I taking the older one back to college. Road trips rock.
anyway, lunch break is over, so I'd best get back to work. hope to see you all tonight at burfoot park at 6.
the following song has no real signifigance except that it is stuck in my head, thanks to 97.7:
oh we're halfway there
oh living on a prayer
take my hand
we'll make it I swear
oh living on a prayer
Bon Jovi - Living on a Prayer
22.7.03
oops, okay, just kidding. Both of those entries got posted. crazy. and apparently I spelled apparently wrong.
I'm getting back into the frisbee loop and I'm hoping it turns out to be a good thing. I mean, it's good because it's making me run around, something I don't always have a whole lot of time for nowadays, but then again I've been away from it so long that I suck. Can't catch, can't throw, can't play defense. It's amazing that they let me play. Eh well, I'll try again tonight.
I tried a papaya bubble tea beverage yesterday. God-awful. It was my first bubble tea from this particular institution, and I hope it was the flavor's fault that the drink was bad, because it's more convienient going to this place than the place in Seattle. I'll try a different flavor next time if the memory of the papaya drink doesn't drive me to hate bubble tea forever. That wasn't the only unusual thing I ate yesterday... the detox girls made a carrot-apple mash which was surprisingly good, so I had quite a bit via vicarious snacking. Later when I had people over, we made cookie dough, but without egg, so it was only good for eating and not baking. we had to add water so that it actually held together. nummers.
watched a silly movie called "C.H.U.D." last night with Batman and Prom Date. (Hmm, now that I've given her that nickname, people are going to be confused, because it will appear that Batman and Prom Date are the same people. I assure you, due to a weird joke, Prom Date is a girl.) C.H.U.D. stands for Cannabilistic Humanoid Underground Dwellers, so you can guess what the movie was like. It wasn't horrible for being a B-movie made in the early eighties. I fell asleep afterwards, and Batman took it upon himself to stick things on me and poke me a lot until I woke up. All I have to say is, HAHAHAHAHA. Very funny.
life is back to normal - the show is over with and Lakefair left. Nothing to do now but play more Frisbee, and hang out with buddies. Ah, good times.
why do people have to leave for college? this is horrible. At least we could all leave at the same time. That's partially why I wanted to go to Early Fall Start at UW - so I wouldn't have to hang around with most of my friends gone off to college already. Dammit.
More rants later. Must go eat. After all, I am on my lunch break.
I'm getting back into the frisbee loop and I'm hoping it turns out to be a good thing. I mean, it's good because it's making me run around, something I don't always have a whole lot of time for nowadays, but then again I've been away from it so long that I suck. Can't catch, can't throw, can't play defense. It's amazing that they let me play. Eh well, I'll try again tonight.
I tried a papaya bubble tea beverage yesterday. God-awful. It was my first bubble tea from this particular institution, and I hope it was the flavor's fault that the drink was bad, because it's more convienient going to this place than the place in Seattle. I'll try a different flavor next time if the memory of the papaya drink doesn't drive me to hate bubble tea forever. That wasn't the only unusual thing I ate yesterday... the detox girls made a carrot-apple mash which was surprisingly good, so I had quite a bit via vicarious snacking. Later when I had people over, we made cookie dough, but without egg, so it was only good for eating and not baking. we had to add water so that it actually held together. nummers.
watched a silly movie called "C.H.U.D." last night with Batman and Prom Date. (Hmm, now that I've given her that nickname, people are going to be confused, because it will appear that Batman and Prom Date are the same people. I assure you, due to a weird joke, Prom Date is a girl.) C.H.U.D. stands for Cannabilistic Humanoid Underground Dwellers, so you can guess what the movie was like. It wasn't horrible for being a B-movie made in the early eighties. I fell asleep afterwards, and Batman took it upon himself to stick things on me and poke me a lot until I woke up. All I have to say is, HAHAHAHAHA. Very funny.
life is back to normal - the show is over with and Lakefair left. Nothing to do now but play more Frisbee, and hang out with buddies. Ah, good times.
why do people have to leave for college? this is horrible. At least we could all leave at the same time. That's partially why I wanted to go to Early Fall Start at UW - so I wouldn't have to hang around with most of my friends gone off to college already. Dammit.
More rants later. Must go eat. After all, I am on my lunch break.
21.7.03
I don't know if he still reads this blog, but for the barrel-making boy who was wondering who was screaming his name Saturday afternoon... one of them was me.
And for the rest of you... it was the Lakefair parade, okay? Jeez, some people... :)
I was gonna type in some lyrics from Babes in Arms, but it turns out the lyrics all suck. It's just the music that's good. Pleasant for me, then, that I've got the music running through my head sans lyrics.
And for the rest of you... it was the Lakefair parade, okay? Jeez, some people... :)
I was gonna type in some lyrics from Babes in Arms, but it turns out the lyrics all suck. It's just the music that's good. Pleasant for me, then, that I've got the music running through my head sans lyrics.
20.7.03
came across this quote today:
A living language is like a man suffering incessantly from small haemorrhages, and what it needs above all else is constant transactions of new blood from other tongues. The day the gates go up, that day it begins to die. -H.L. Mencken, writer, editor, and critic (1880-1956)
France, you'd better take note. This WILL happen to your language.
haha, that reminds me of those drug commercials... you know, "This is your brain. This is your brain on drugs." It'd be fitting (and hilarious) if somebody formatted that to France. "This is a normal language. And this.... This is French." Fantastic.
Show ends today. I have mixed feelings about it. I've grown accustomed to the music, and it's fun to play, but I'll also be glad to have my weekend evenings back. All in all it hasn't been a bad deal. There's one girl there that I enjoy playing with. She's good at playing all the high notes, and I've got rhythm, so... between the two of us, we play a pretty good show. We're both going off to college, and even though she's one strange cookie, I'll miss her.
La, la la. I'd like to write more, but my car needs cleaning and it's already 5:20. Laterz.
warning signs
I missed the good part and I realized
I started looking and the bubble burst
I started looking for excuses
come on in
I've got to tell you what a state I'm in
I've got to tell you in my loudest tones
that I started looking for a warning sign
Well the truth is
I miss you
yeah the truth is
that I miss you so
warning sign
come back to haunt me and I realized
that you were an island and I passed you by
you were an island to discover
come on in
I've got to tell you what a state I'm in
I've got to tell you in my loudest tones
I started looking for excuses
when the truth is
that I miss you
yeah the truth is
that I miss you so
and I'm tired
I should not have let you go
so I crawl back into your arms
yes I crawl back into your arms
and I crawl back into your arms
yes I crawl back into your arms
Coldplay - Warning Sign
A living language is like a man suffering incessantly from small haemorrhages, and what it needs above all else is constant transactions of new blood from other tongues. The day the gates go up, that day it begins to die. -H.L. Mencken, writer, editor, and critic (1880-1956)
France, you'd better take note. This WILL happen to your language.
haha, that reminds me of those drug commercials... you know, "This is your brain. This is your brain on drugs." It'd be fitting (and hilarious) if somebody formatted that to France. "This is a normal language. And this.... This is French." Fantastic.
Show ends today. I have mixed feelings about it. I've grown accustomed to the music, and it's fun to play, but I'll also be glad to have my weekend evenings back. All in all it hasn't been a bad deal. There's one girl there that I enjoy playing with. She's good at playing all the high notes, and I've got rhythm, so... between the two of us, we play a pretty good show. We're both going off to college, and even though she's one strange cookie, I'll miss her.
La, la la. I'd like to write more, but my car needs cleaning and it's already 5:20. Laterz.
warning signs
I missed the good part and I realized
I started looking and the bubble burst
I started looking for excuses
come on in
I've got to tell you what a state I'm in
I've got to tell you in my loudest tones
that I started looking for a warning sign
Well the truth is
I miss you
yeah the truth is
that I miss you so
warning sign
come back to haunt me and I realized
that you were an island and I passed you by
you were an island to discover
come on in
I've got to tell you what a state I'm in
I've got to tell you in my loudest tones
I started looking for excuses
when the truth is
that I miss you
yeah the truth is
that I miss you so
and I'm tired
I should not have let you go
so I crawl back into your arms
yes I crawl back into your arms
and I crawl back into your arms
yes I crawl back into your arms
Coldplay - Warning Sign
17.7.03
we open Babes.. tonight. Thus, I must leave soon. Doesn't really seem like a Thursday night tonight, since I didn't go to work today. I was given the day off, and said I'd be in to work for 3 hours, and then I slept in and didn't go. Ah well, when your employer is your father, you're allowed to slack off once in a while.
Tonight I'm going to Lakefair after the show - good fun will be had by all. I'm especially anticipating what the Barrel Maker refers to as "nummy food". And for once I have money with which to buy it.
Watched "Pirates of the Caribbean" today with an old friend. 'Twas weird, since I don't think he wants to remain 'just friends', and so the movie was a little awkward. The 2 1/2 hour length didn't help either. AND I bought his ticket in exchange for what I later learned to be a tape of the show "FAME", the Capital Playhouse version. Hmm. Feeling used, and rightly so.
Ooh, very hungry, and I don't think the director's jelly beans will quite hit the spot. Off I go to eat, change into black clothing (god forbid! it's 80 degrees out!), and play a fantastic (?) show.
they call us Babes in Arms
but we are babes in armor
you now have a sample of what will be running through MY head for the next 2 hours. And the sad thing is, those two lines represent every lyric of the show that I know.
Tonight I'm going to Lakefair after the show - good fun will be had by all. I'm especially anticipating what the Barrel Maker refers to as "nummy food". And for once I have money with which to buy it.
Watched "Pirates of the Caribbean" today with an old friend. 'Twas weird, since I don't think he wants to remain 'just friends', and so the movie was a little awkward. The 2 1/2 hour length didn't help either. AND I bought his ticket in exchange for what I later learned to be a tape of the show "FAME", the Capital Playhouse version. Hmm. Feeling used, and rightly so.
Ooh, very hungry, and I don't think the director's jelly beans will quite hit the spot. Off I go to eat, change into black clothing (god forbid! it's 80 degrees out!), and play a fantastic (?) show.
they call us Babes in Arms
but we are babes in armor
you now have a sample of what will be running through MY head for the next 2 hours. And the sad thing is, those two lines represent every lyric of the show that I know.
16.7.03
K, spelled "Marguerite" wrong in that last post. Honestly, now.
What have I been up to in the last few days? Nothing much. Working some more. Freaking out at the realization that the weddings my quartet is playing for in August are suddenly not all the far away, and that we need to start rehearsing NOW. (Okay, Sunday at 11 AM.) Ideally, this next week should be filled with half-exciting Lakefair fun, but since I am a moron it is in fact filled with performances of Babes in Arms, with me sitting down in the orchestra pit and occasionally playing in the correct key. I keep having to remind myself that I am doing this to "give back to the community." It's a much better outlook on it than "my God, why am I here? I hate this..."
Speaking of "my God," I read an amusing little tidbit today in Reader's Digest. (Yes, yes, I read it all the time... I especially enjoy tearing out the drug ads that take up every other two pages and looking at how empty the magazine looks afterwards. Advertising for old folks. Merh.) It said that a Writing 101 class at Harvard asked students to write a concise essay including religion, royalty, sex and mystery. The only A+ in the class went to the following paper: " 'My God,' said the Queen, 'I'm pregnant! I wonder who did it.' "
HAHAAHHAAAAAAA!
More proof that I'm going insane. I missed an Ultimate Frisbee game today because I overslept during my nap. And you know WHY I overslept? Because I stay up way too late at night doing stupid things like blogging. Please refer to today's (Tuesday the 15th) Dilbert comic to understand this concept of self-inflicted dilemnas.
I have no lyrics for today, because usually I type out the song that is in my head, but the song that is floating around in there today is from Babes in Arms, and I only know the violin part. Probably has words, but since I don't know them... tough luck for you.
Night all!
What have I been up to in the last few days? Nothing much. Working some more. Freaking out at the realization that the weddings my quartet is playing for in August are suddenly not all the far away, and that we need to start rehearsing NOW. (Okay, Sunday at 11 AM.) Ideally, this next week should be filled with half-exciting Lakefair fun, but since I am a moron it is in fact filled with performances of Babes in Arms, with me sitting down in the orchestra pit and occasionally playing in the correct key. I keep having to remind myself that I am doing this to "give back to the community." It's a much better outlook on it than "my God, why am I here? I hate this..."
Speaking of "my God," I read an amusing little tidbit today in Reader's Digest. (Yes, yes, I read it all the time... I especially enjoy tearing out the drug ads that take up every other two pages and looking at how empty the magazine looks afterwards. Advertising for old folks. Merh.) It said that a Writing 101 class at Harvard asked students to write a concise essay including religion, royalty, sex and mystery. The only A+ in the class went to the following paper: " 'My God,' said the Queen, 'I'm pregnant! I wonder who did it.' "
HAHAAHHAAAAAAA!
More proof that I'm going insane. I missed an Ultimate Frisbee game today because I overslept during my nap. And you know WHY I overslept? Because I stay up way too late at night doing stupid things like blogging. Please refer to today's (Tuesday the 15th) Dilbert comic to understand this concept of self-inflicted dilemnas.
I have no lyrics for today, because usually I type out the song that is in my head, but the song that is floating around in there today is from Babes in Arms, and I only know the violin part. Probably has words, but since I don't know them... tough luck for you.
Night all!
This test brought to you by Blakeney Manor.
Find out:Which Scarlet Pimpernel character are you?
Yes, that's right, I'm Margurite
6.7.03
Hey! I'm still alive! How about that?
In addition to continuing to breathe, I got my IB scores back. Sixes in everything except for math and English, and those received 5's, so I guess I can't complain. I was expecting English and German to be bumped up a level, but hey, I'm happy. Credits at UW? I think so.
you can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill
and I still wouldn't trade it for a coupe d'ville
I got an 8-foot bed that never has to be made
you know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tail gates
I met all my wives in traffic jams
there's just something women like about a pickup man...
Joe Diffie - Pickup Man
In addition to continuing to breathe, I got my IB scores back. Sixes in everything except for math and English, and those received 5's, so I guess I can't complain. I was expecting English and German to be bumped up a level, but hey, I'm happy. Credits at UW? I think so.
you can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill
and I still wouldn't trade it for a coupe d'ville
I got an 8-foot bed that never has to be made
you know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tail gates
I met all my wives in traffic jams
there's just something women like about a pickup man...
Joe Diffie - Pickup Man
26.6.03
Sweet. New Blogger. Not that this post will be any different from the other hundreds of thousands of bloggers who will post for the first time on new.blogger.com. Anyway.
I'm hoping that this new site carries over my old template, because I thought it was quite lovely, even if it did only take up half of the screen. Waste of web space, yes, I know, but isn't that what the whole thing is in the first place?
For some reason, my internet is acting funny at home, so I've taken to writing at my dad's office. Only at times when I'm not getting paid, though, like now, when it's 5:10 and I'm waiting for Dad to finish up so I can go home and sleep. Sooo tired.
In fact, I think I'll just take the car and come get him later. Right then, catch ya all later. Luvs.
and I tried to believe it
It was better without you
I was better alone..
no
I'd give it all for you
I'd give it all for you by my side once more
oh
I'd give it all for you
I'd give it cause the mountains I climb grow higher and higher
I'm flying through air, I'm walking through fire
and dreams just don't come true
but now there's you
Jason Robert Brown - I'd Give It All for You
I'm hoping that this new site carries over my old template, because I thought it was quite lovely, even if it did only take up half of the screen. Waste of web space, yes, I know, but isn't that what the whole thing is in the first place?
For some reason, my internet is acting funny at home, so I've taken to writing at my dad's office. Only at times when I'm not getting paid, though, like now, when it's 5:10 and I'm waiting for Dad to finish up so I can go home and sleep. Sooo tired.
In fact, I think I'll just take the car and come get him later. Right then, catch ya all later. Luvs.
and I tried to believe it
It was better without you
I was better alone..
no
I'd give it all for you
I'd give it all for you by my side once more
oh
I'd give it all for you
I'd give it cause the mountains I climb grow higher and higher
I'm flying through air, I'm walking through fire
and dreams just don't come true
but now there's you
Jason Robert Brown - I'd Give It All for You
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