Sixth Street Underground

Uh! I know that it has been an insanely long time since I've been back on this forum, but here I am ladies. I've been writing down my thoughts and brain droppings on another site. One that is not so big as this.

So what has been going on with me? Alot. Everything. Anything. (It's all universal).


I've taken the initiative of my new found freedom and started exploring my new surroundings.
C'ville has definately changed since the last time I really, really, really looked at it. When did Pantops get so...industrial? When did Forest Lake? I'm shocked. This place used to be nothing but the Blue Ridge and a whole bunch of other mountainous nothing. Now I can't see anything through that big ass Giant grocery store sitting in my way.

U.V.A...looks kick ass though. I took a walk around the south lawn, (Tryin to get a feel for the place) and I passed by the Edgar Allen Poe room. I couldn't go in there or touch anything. The place was sealed off with glass. It's kinda nice to know I'll be joining him as a fellow alumis.

Okay, ladies. I won't bug you anymore about campus. I'm sure your sick of hearing about it.

I went to the crappiest Anime convention last month. When I say crappy, I mean crap-pay. Very few were dressed up in cosplay for the occasion. I didn't dress up this time, and I'm glad that I didn't waste my Bebop ED costume on it.

Special guest speaker was a voice over actor, that I'm very fond of, Gripe-y poo.^_^. He's extremely hard on the eyes though, but a joy to listen too. He was asked the same questions I had heard before though..."How do I break into voice over work? ect..ect.." I asked what was his next project...but I forget what it is now. (Maybe because it sounded boring.)

There were, also, people trying to sell me their uber-regurgitated Anime art and posters. I appreciate art in all it's forms, but when it comes to conventions, everyone knows that they must pull out all the stops. That means, bring me so brilliant artwork. I wish there were an artist out there that could show me something new, something bold, and something original. Just this once. I don't want to see a carbon copy of Rumiko Takahashi's art or Rando Ayame. Nor do I want to see how well someone can play with photoshop. I've got Photoshop, I can do all what they did at home and in ten-fold. Okay, perhaps I'm bragging too much about my artistic skills. My apologies to those that have taken the time to create those masterpieces. I know your pain, and dedication, and it should really be appreciated. (Creating and being creative sure as hell beats destroying shit, blowing up shit, and killing shit.)

Speaking of which, I've gotten back into drawing again. And that's with honest to god pencil, paper, and ink art; not photoshop. (Wooo, me!) But, I don't know why though. I act so tragic about it, because I never believe it's good enough. And then I through it in the lower recesses of my closet which is never to be seen again.

Anyways, I just finished a fanart piece for a wonderful and fellow author on FF.Net. I'm kinda proud of this one. I really surprised myself that I was able to do something like that. I can't post it though. I don't have her permission/consent.

I've also started a "Gunslinger Girl" doujinshi...Okay, I had just watched the first volume of that disturbing anime and I've been inspired to illustrate the story about those five little girls in my head. The concept of this story: think, Bebop-meets-Grave of the Fireflies type of story. I wonder what would happen to Henrietta if something tragic happened to Jose/Guisseppe? (That is depending on if you like the Manga or the Anime.) Everyone seems to surround this Fratello, so we shall see what happens to the other girls and their handlers in the event that Jose..gets whacked or hurt or kidnapped...(I haven't thought that far ahead yet.)


I've just finished the prologue. It's rather funny to look at, because I'm telling an Eastern story, in a very Western art style. I hadn't noticed what I had done until I had finished it.

(What I mean is, the characters are uniquely Japanese anime style, (ie the big eyes, big head, little body), while the format, (the sequential art), is very much American. D.C comics style. But, I kind of like this fusing of the two worlds here, and I don't think I want to change it. Not yet anyway. Let's see how this goes.

Okay, what else. I went to my sister's house for my birthday. Mum came by and took us all out for a birthday dinner. The presents...I loved my presents..and I'm not telling you what I got either.

Oh, and I got your cards and letters and presents ladies. You should be getting my thanks sometime soon. Now, I'm just waiting on BB to send his gift to me.

What else...Goth bars around here suck. Techno bars around here suck. Bars in general...just plain suck and blow. (As my darling sibling would say). I mean, there are no Jazz clubs around here, but there are sure as hell plenty of liquor holes to frequent.

I don't know why I allow myself to be talked into going to places like that, when A: I don't have any fun, B: the men are creepy as hell, C: I don't drink in public, nor do I accept any offered to me, D: I'm so sick of hearing Evenescence on the loud speakers, and E: I'm tired of being sexually molested, via drunken turd buckets who have really bad hygen and bad breath.

Sigh. I need to find a new culture to get attatched to while I'm here. Quickly.

Okay..what else. Oh, I've got bragging rights ladies. I drove an audi the other day. My mum is looking into getting a new car, and luxuary is the name of her game. For the record, I did not to go into "Lain-mode" with my politics about the gas prices or the ratio of how much money she will be spending to keep that thing oiled on yearly differential. Instead, I got jealous as hell.

F.Y.I: Guys, that is a sweet ride. I kid you not. I can't explain what it's like, but believe me, I'm going back there to get another test drive. (Just for S/G).

Okay, I'm getting tired of typing on this thing, so I think I will get off this now. I'm going to go try and syphon some free food from my neighbor who is grilling up a storm. It smells so good. #DROOLS#.

Later girls.Happy Fourth.

Lain

Alright, A and G, I'm back and updating this thing just for you. Now quite bugging me.

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On to other things: Just what the hell has happened to me?


I sent off my applications, and I hope to hear from the committe by the end of the month. I'm keeping my finger's crossed. That I do get in.


I went to observe a Terri Shiavo rally. I'm still conflicted about my convictions in this whole case, but I feel that Mr. Shiavo was right in fulfilling his wife's wishes. I cant' believe that congress had the nerve to pass a law for just one person....Did ANY of those people bother to read the CONSTITUTION back in high school????? But I'm not going to rant. I'm not.

Rest in peace Terry.


I also,have been watching and waiting to hear the news about the pope....(To be continued).


I got attacked by a cat at the supermarket a few days ago and I got cat scratch fever. I kid you not. I was walking through the parking lot at our lovely local supermarket, when a black cat came from out of no where and clamped down on my toe. (I was wearing flip-flops). It hurt, and I cursed, and then I hurled my shoe at the little spawn of satan, but I didn't think much of the damage it had done until I woke up the next morning. I had to go to student health after the assualt, because I woke up to find my middle toe had turned purple, and it was swelling, and bleeding, and throbbing, ect, ect...

G laughed her ass off at me, and I could have done without that. But the "doctor" impressed some seriousness about the cat bite and, eventually, I needed to have a slow i.v drip put in for some damn reason. Now, I wasn't wearing my "I'm an Asshole" t-shirt that day, and I thought that hooking me up to an I.V was totally unnecessary, to which I told him about my concerns. But he said that it was necessar, and then he said a whole bunch of other stuff I did not understand--to which I spent more time with him hoping that he would clarify the seriousness of my situation.


And as I sat in small cubicle for the whole day, hooked up to an I.V, I was thinking about how cats made my shit list, and also, how could I protect myself from this kind of attack again. In the following events of the Shiavo case, I've decided that I am going to ask congress to make a bill to allow American citizens, such as myself, to start up a government based group for cat control. Specifically, I'm proposing that congress grant me the right to start caring around---not just nets and carriers to capture these creatures--- nuclear weapons. I'm thinking of atomic surface torpedoes, which would have it's own shoulder strap and carring case, and it should be operated by people who have demonstrated that they have the maturity and judgment necessary to handle tactical nuclear weapons in case of such cat attacks.

I could be that person.


Really, with all kidding aside. I don't hate cats....my toe is fine, and I've got a big ass student health bill to pay. So I hope where ever that unholy creature may be, I hope it knows that I forgive him. And he'll know this, because i haven't gotten my nuclear gun yet.


Allright, gotta go. I'm working on my music vid, because I have been putting this project off for way to long now.

So my friend just snaked me some eps from FMA...and I saw the saddest episode. She could have warned me--a little more than she did. So now I'm itching to write a story based upon ep 25. I hope I have time, before my class starts. Hmmm....

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I haven't done much this weekend. It was after mid-term, so you all know what goes down after that. Sleep for a thousand hours. Maybe eat something, and never have to worry about it's nutritional content. Call mom. (She says Hi, A and G, and she wants you both to stay out of trouble for longer than three hours) Watch T.V. Sleep some more.

I tried working on my art again, but I'm too tired to concentrate on points of perception.

I did get up Sunday morning, to get started on my research paper. But I got side-tracked when I picked up a copy of "Cane River" and started reading it. That book is good as sin, and I wish that somebody--anybody---would read it along with me, so that we could have a very indepth book-club-y fanfest about it.

(I know G. Oh well. No one understand my intense love for books, and I've got to accept that.)

I should start my own book club...I should poineer for the lost art that is reading.

I should really, get started updating all my other stories, before I think about doing anything else. Uhh...I've bit off more than I could chew, haven't I?

(Looooookkkiiieee G. I'm finally getting the hang of this. Like my background pic??)
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Life around here has been ho hum and a bottle of quaaludes. That's mostly because everyone has been stricken down with the flu. I've been lucky enough not to get it...yet. But it certainly did get a third of my English class.

We've got it so bad, my professor decided to postpone the first mid-term for a couple of days. I think it's marvelous, because that gives me extra time to study, and time to tweek that Anne Bradstreet essay of mine.

(Or maybe I should leave it alone and start working on that radio-made research paper? *****shudders****)
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This is how bored I am. I made my roomates do these quizes with me...Look at me ladies...Do these results even SOUND like me???? Tell me later and be honest. I want to kill you for an honest reason later.



The Goddess of Ice and Hope. You are a creative
wonder. Always calm and collected, you hold the
awe of many people and you are exceptionally
logical. You are an inspirational beauty.


Which gorgeous goddess are you? For girls! (breath taking pics!)
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you are the cute but psycho happy bunny. You
adorable, but a little out there. It's alright,
you might not have it all, but there are worse


which happy bunny are you?
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~*~Beautiful Soul~*~
You're the type of person who is loving, giving,
sweet, generous, genuine, and optimistic. You
see the beauty around you and you admire it for
its faults, as well as perfections. Most likely
a dreamer, you are highly respected and liked.
People like to be around you because you make
them happy. You have a wonderful personality
and you're beautiful inside and out!


Please Rate or message me! Thank you for taking my
quiz! XoXo <3 Lana


You're Beautiful...but why? ( PICS)
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You're a Gryffinclaw!: You are a determined and
intelligent person who is used to getting your
own way all the time. You are very passionate
about your beliefs and will defend them until
your last breath. Often Griffenclaws work as
lawyers or activists because they have feel so
strongly about a certain subject. You feel that
knowledge is to be used in a practical way and
you often have a very low tolerance for people
you consider of low intelligence. Although you
aren't a social butterfly, you don't have
trouble making fiends, people are usually drawn
to you. Your weakness is that sometimes you can
be insensitive, you're too busy being witty
that you don't realize that you're hurting
peoples' feelings, often your friends. With the
wit of a Ravenclaw and the passion of a
Gryffindor you can face all your battles in
life head on!


Which Mix of the Hogwarts Houses are You?
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Your Miroku! all that matters in life is who is
going to be your next boyfriend/girlfriend and
where to take him/her next. Not to worry
though, because you are bright and you do your
school work. And hey, you even have a fan club!


What Inuyasha Character are you?
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You are most like Robin! A leader and fearless by
nature, you tend to dive straight into
something without thinking. You have a hard
time trusting your friends sometimes and you
are extremely serious when you have to. You
don't like being compared to someone you are a
rival with and sometimes your temper gets the
best of you. Out of all of your friends you
might be the one who dreams to be leader or is
the leader. Whatever the reason sometimes you
need to look before you leap.


Which Teen Titans Character Are You?
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(Did you know, G, that's the fourth titan's test I took today, and the results were all Robin? Wierd.)

Ever since I heard the great news that I won't be shipped out of the country for school, things have been going back to normal...somewhat. (Wouldn't you say G?)


I've been sleeping again. My appetite's come back...though not with a vengence. The dark circles--or as my doctor calls them, "Eye Bruising,"--are almost gone. I no longer look like a zombie or feel like one.

I hate that I put my whole life on hold like that, but I know that I had allowed myself to get stuck in a rut. It was all self-induced and the only way my body knew how to protect itself.

But, I feel really good guys. As good as one is ever going to get anyways. So you can all stop looking at me like I'm going to fall apart, mmmkay?


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Now, onto mundane things in Lain's world...

I had another first for me yesterday, and I'm still in a state of utter shock.

I had coffee with a goth kid---a townie I'm assuming---at the local cafe/bakery. The place was packed, and I just ended up sitting with the guy wearing blue lipstick and platform calf boots with aluminum plate armor on them. Anyways, I just figured, what the hell, and started up a conversation with him.

He was very nice, and very articulate; a true gentleman, but absolutely had no sense of humor. I was telling jokes left,right, and center,....you know, trying to break the ice,...trying to see if this guy had a nice smile and a killer laugh to go with that gargantuan brain of his, but this guy, never got any of my punchlines. So, I felt like an ass, in addition to someone who looked like they had no business being in college. (sigh.)

Anyways, I was halfway through my stuffed belgian waffle, when he comes out and tells me that he is...a hardcore conservative, Republican.

Well, that certainly explains the lack of humor. But more than that,...Is no one else shocked by that but me?!!!! Looking at this guy (I never caught his name, it was just a chance meeting) I would have never had guessed. But appearently, he worships at the shrine of Tucker Carlson, Bill O'Rielly, and watches loads of Crossfire.

Oh well, I will get over it soon enough.

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Onto other things....
Tonight, me and roommates had an all anime night, or as I call it, or anime club meeting. A barage of new volumes have just come out this week, including my GET BACKER'S...(weeee!) I snagged up that, and the newest anime called "Gantz," the latest "Paranoia Agent," and "Full Metal Alchemist."

I've been watching FMA since its start on Adult Swim, but my roomies haven't seen it. Needless to say, I've got them hooked on Ed and Al Elrich, and that hot Major Mustang. So its official, they love it.

Then we settled down to watch Gantz, which is the most disturbing thing I've ever seen in my life. Now I know why that show got censored in Japan, which is surprising at first, because I was under the impression that Japan was one of the most liberal contries in the world? I could see something like this getting by the censors there, but here in NA...not a chance.



Anyways, the animation style is AMAZING with its blend of still-life framing and bullet time-(or whatever it's called)-its easy to get hooked. But the story...my god...lets just say this ain't for KID'S under the age of 17.



The story favors gory violence and graphic nudity, and not to mention lewdness. It's everything forbidden, but damn is it ever good. (I know you agree with me A, so stop pretending that you don't like it.)



Then, we all watched Paranoia Agent vol 2. Just when I thought I had Satoshi Kon figured out with this story, he goes and up and kills the freaky kid that looks like lil' Slugger. So now we're all back to square one on who the serial slugger is.



You know what I think? I think there is no Lil' Slugger. I think that these frequent attacks that has happened to everybody--with the obvious case of neurosis and depression--are all part of their climatic shut down. Didn't the detective allude to that common thread of everybody having the same kind of mental breakdown, despite where their troubles came from. What if this was all some mass hysteria coming to a climatic end, by them all bashing themselves in the skull with the supposed golden bat? (Maybe I'm looking way too much into this than need be. Right G?)



Anyways, we topped of the night with the GET BACKER's vol 4. Naturally, I loved the latest episodes, but again, I found myself in the unfamiliar when it came to Kazuki. My roomies are on edge about his legitmacy as a warrior, considering he uses string as his weapon. It's just me who has officially joined the Ginji/Kazuki fan club and valiantly defended their character portrayals.




And speaking of which, did you not see the members of his old gang and looked at all their special powers? Kazuki=strings. Juubee=needles, Sakura=cloth. Okay, is it just me or does that not sound like one badass sewing circle?


Plus, I told you, A and G, the Judas was Akabane...I just knew it. He wasn't fooling me for a second.

Seeing Shido kick Joker's ass was always entertaining. Love that guy, but there just wasn't enough air time of him.


I'm disappointed that they didn't got into much detail on Ginji's ultimate powers. All we know, now, is that when he gets angry, he tends to forget the destruction he creats from his fits of rage. Now I gotta wait another month to find out whats up with his powers.

And where the heck was BAN. I maybe, got a good fifteen minutes of Mido-candy. But in the next volume, it's gonna be all about the Jagon master. So I guess that's good.

Overall, my little anime club had a good night tonight. Next time, we said were going to give "Miami Guns" a try, get Rumiko Takahashi's "Adventure" and try to see if we can get the "Blue Gender" movie.

Well, it seems I dragged on and on again about our latest session. I thought it was a good one tonight. And I could go on in depth about all that I've seen, but I think I'll stop for now and get some sleep.

Woo-yah!

I feel sooooooooooo good tonight. I feel like I could literally burst at the seems here.

So, I'm off the hook on that whole, you-gotta-leave-the-country-to-get-your-credit, credit. YEA! The dean ho chi minh officially told me today that i don't have to go, if I didn't want to, but I do have to find an alternative to make up that credit.

It's no big really. This summer and next year, I'll just enroll in the extensive language progam, which is a course/major that tries to cram in a two year's equivalent of three different languages. Hmm, now that I think about it, I wonder why I've never done this before?


Well, who cares, I don't have to go anywhere and I'm content with that...^_^.

Later

I've been up for two days now.I've had maybe a total of six hours of sleep. The reason I can't sleep is because my Dean still hasn't given me the final verdict. He had to go away on some conference call or something, and he hadn't had the time to see me and tell me whether or not I get to stay.

But there is light at the end of the tunnel. He's telling me today. Woo-yah!

Still though, I feel like utter crap, just sitting around here waiting for an answer. I'm sitting alone for the first time at my schools library, counting down the hours before I have to run off to my first class. I was supposed to be working on writing my essay for my lit class, but that's not happening. Not tonight anyways. I figure--if by chance I may not get my wish to stay---what's the point in doing all that extra work.

So instead, I've been working on a few fanfiction stories, and writing a Jessie and James one-shot, of all things, and reading a few fics while I was at it. Plus I'm waiting for the library cafe to open up. I need a cup of hot chocolate, badly.

Every time I look over at the cafe, the weird cashier guy keeps giving me this, are-you-crazy look? I wish he would stop, and open the damn cafe.


Well, I gotta go get back to work. I need to, at least, churn out an opening paragraph to my essay. I'll be back to give the verdict as soon as I hear it, or after I get some sleep.

I guess with all the inagrual hoopla dying down around campus, my Dean has finally gotten back to my request to substitute my overseas credit for some homeland credit.

Yup, tomorrow my Dean (or Ho-chi minh as I call him) is going to give me his decision as to whether or not I get to stay here at school, or if I get my sorry butt shipped off into the great unknown. So far, my academic advisor has told me there's a chance I may go to Italy or Ireland.

And although it sounds like the adventure of a lifetime, I'm way too burnt out. I don't think I'll perform as well as I could if they make me go.

I've been crying and making myself sick over this, and I hate having to wait. I'm having panic attacks, frequent heart palpitations, and I'm breaking out into cold sweats because all I can think about is: "Will they let me stay?" (And yes, G, I would be saying the same thing if they had granted my request to go to Japan.) I just can't do this again.

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Anyways, I'm movin' on, cuz if I start thinking about the fate of my future, I'll get all depressed again.

I had another "first" for me just the other day. I had my first Mcflurry--the oreo kind. You know, in all logic, I shouldn't even be here typing this, because I should be in some kind of diabetic coma. But no, I'm still cognizant and alive. Man! What a sweet treat...

And it was just what I needed for my eighteenth century novel class. I needed something to destract my brain from absorbing all that soft pornography I've just read from monday's class.

I know the 18th century literature gave birth to The Novel, and had the first texts of individualism and sexuality, but...my god!...Monday's class was like reading a bad "Penthouse" letter.I was never told in high school about how raunchy lit got way back when; and this is my favorite period of literature, surprisingly.

Speaking of which, I know it's only been a week into class, but does anyone besides me think that class is getting boring? (Excluding my lit class) My South American foreign policy class has just about caused me to slip into the aforementioned coma. I still don't know what the F&%$ my professor is talking about since the start of class. He sounds like mummbles from Dick Tracy. WHAT IS THAT MAN SAYING!!!(Maybe I should drop this class.)

(Maybe,I should stop complaining now.)

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Wensday was fun---certainly was a great distraction from my current worries and health issues. A few of the guys, from across the Potomac, came by and we had a nice Anime night with my roomies.

I've finally discovered what the hype is about Pokemon.

I've been so stubborn for the past eight seasons or so, thinking that this would be the lamest crap I will have ever seen.

Au contraire. It's actually purty good. I'm lovin' Team Rocket, especially Jessie and James.("They are hella funny," so sayth G). Ash, well, I still dunno how I feel about Ash. I can't find myself routing for some ten year old kid to succeed when I don't care enough about his character, nor Misty, ect. Oh well. They only showed me the first three seasons, so maybe their characters evolves into something I could care enough about.

If that wasn't enough, the boys, then, tried to teach me how to play the card game. It was a slaughter, and not to mention embarrassing. I still don't get that game, and it looks like I never will.


Then, I showed them my current favorite anime's, "The Get Backer's" and "Samurai Champloo." The boy's only liked Samurai. Mugen and Jin rock and I totally agree. But, they said the "Get Backer's" was a "chick's" anime. Whatever that means?


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Well, I've gotta go. Andy Roddick is playing Hewett in the semi-finals of the Australian Open, and I've gotta go route for my favorite guy.

I LOVE ANDY!

I can't seem to shake this self-induced lethargy. And it all started, when I learned that I wasn't going to graduate.


All my plans have now gone down the proverbial tubes. I had to call financle aid, and get another loan application for next school year. I had to contact my recruiter from Penn state and cancel an interview with the review board and the tour. I haven't heard from George Washington yet, so I think they know what the deal is with me.

Good news is...at least I got my money back from my train ticket. Since my plans were to go to Penn State, then loop back to D.C with all my stuff in tow, I thought that I could kill two birds with one stone. At least now, I will not be hauling all my stuff around for the trip anymore.


My mother took it surprisingly well, when I told her. She said I'm acting like I'm fifty or something to that degree, because I want to graduate before I'm twenty-five. "You've got all the time in the world," she says. Perhaps that is a good point, but I've got a personal goal to meet mum. No time for dilly-dallying. I want to spend the rest of my twenties, having the time of my life.


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Enough, of my whining. On to other things.

Today was, somewhat, eventful.

I got a hair cut.

My hair used to be very long and wavy, but now I've got it to my shoulders. I'm trying to look my age, and I think a mature-ish hairstyle could do it.

I'm looking around my bedroom in dread, because I have to finish packing. Now that my trips off, I have one extra day to myself, before driving back up to school. G and BB, are already there and they are probably miserable because neither me nor A are there.

D has decided to take off from school for a year. This semester really did a number on her and so she's decided to take off to the great plains (I forget where she's from originally), and get her head together.

I wish you all the good luck, and much health in the world. (Since I have used up my wishes for today--I'll put that one on reserve for tomorrows, mmkay?)

Well, I've gotta go. I've got some major writing for school, and I've got to start updating my stories. Later.

It's a Good News/ Bad News day for me.

The Bad News:


So it looks like I will not be graduating this spring. I was positively devastated by this.I just got back my academic audit and, as it turns out, i've still have some-deal hours left to do in my foreign services. That means, I don't have enough credits in my major to take my walk.


Now I have to pick some place in the world to fly off to for another semester, and take some bullshit course, have to get more injections, and the money...oh dear god where am I going to get the money....The idea of all this makes me shudder.

I knew I should have become an English Major. I JUST KNEW IT.

If it sounds like I'm whining, it's because I am, dammit. I'm too tired to do this again. I think I'll go talk to my dean about doing some alternative work, as opposed to going off to...Mongolia or someplace and getting shot.

(Disclaimer: I am by no means bad mouthing Mongolia...I'm sure its a vastly rich, and culturally sound country, and it's definitely a place I must go see for myself, before I die.)


The Good News:

Well, once I get over my disappointment, maybe going off on another adventure isn't so bad. I mean I do get to pick the place I want to go---that's pending if I'm approved or not.

Which is excellent, because I have had my heart set on going to Japan. I've been petitioning to go there for years, and I've always been turned down. Maybe somebody in the foreign affairs department will take pity on me.

If not, China is looking good on my list of places. Or maybe Australia? Or even Africa. I've been curious about going to Morocco, or Zaire.

South America, perhaps? I would love to go to brazil, chile, or Columbia. (All the men there are hot, and you know I'm right G.) But my portuguese and spanish isn't all that great,---in fact I don't think my semester in either class will do me any justice---so I don't think I'll last very long there.


Well, anywhere would be nice, but going back to Europe again...just seems redundant.


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So after some much deliberation here, I'm still back to square one, no matter how much I weight the Good/the Bad/ and the Ugly. It still comes down to that I still won't be graduating, and I'm feeling royally pissed off and depressed.

I don't think I've got much energy left to have a go round with the world again. I guess I should wait and see what my dean has to tell me.

Worst of all: Mom's gonna be so disappointed with me. That is a pain that I try to avoid, like it was the plague. But there is no escaping this one.

I'm tired now. It's time for me to go to bed, and sleep off this apathy.

Hi----(and hey to my roomies whom I know will be reading this and will soon be sending me weird emails).

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY! YOUR YOUNGEST LOVES YA! AND YES, YOU ARE STILL MUCH TOO YOUNG TO BE THIS DAMN OLD!

I rang in the New Year quietly as possible. I decided to break my old tradition by not going down the the downtown area to watch the fireworks. Why? Dunno. But maybe I'm just bored. Maybe I'm just too tired of yearly redundancy. Or maybe I'm just getting too old for it.

Instead, I counted down the minutes to my mother's birthday, with a glass of customary wine for the occassion. (Don't worry mum, your age is safe with me.) However, this will be the first and last time I drink alcohol in front of my family. I never seen so many people get so weird at the sight of me drinking. (Glad I never told them about all the wine I consumed in France, England, and Poland or they would have all dropped dead.)


Anyways, I was just thinking of how cool it is to be born on a holiday. I've heard the stories from kids who were born on christmas, and they all have this universal complaint of how they never get separate presents for the two occasions. And I agree that sucks, but in a way, it still rocks. Of course I'm speaking in regards to the working world...when people who are born on holidays get paid for both occassions. That's a gift that keeps on giving...


Christmas was ....quiet. I played the hell out of Halo 2, watched a butt load of cartoons---boomerang is the best and it's good to see all the old shows--, caught up on all the Nightwing, Robin, Batman, Catwoman, Batgirl and Superman comics, caught up on all my manga's, and did some major catching up on all my favorite animes.

Speaking of anime's and cartoons, I want to say, right here and now, that Inuyasha movie 1 is waaaayyyyy better that Inuyash movie 2. Why? Because movie 2 had the feel of nothing but a glorified episode. Kayuga was a boring villian and lacked substance. The plot went stale when Kagura and Kanna had to gather up the five elements to release Kayaga from that damn mirrior. And what was the deal with teasing the fangirls with that three second smidgen of Sesshomaru? I think the only enjoyment I got from that movie was, of course watching Miroku do his thing, and the kiss between Kagome and Inuyasha. I know all Inu fans have been waiting freaking forever for that moment, which did not disappoint. I heard that Movie 3 will be coming out in the spring, which is the one I want to see the most.


Plus, I've been really getting into, the anime, Get Backer's. I've finally seen all the current episodes on DVD, and all's I gotta say is ADV better hurry up with vol 4, because I've gotta know who the Judas is amongst the group. I'm glad to know that Kazuki has been declared a dude after all, and that I will no longer have those crying game moments whenever he shows up. (I was having a major mental debate about my sexuality with that guy). And what is up with Ginji's backstory and the four kings? And what is the magnitude Ban's true power? Questions. Questions.


As you can tell, I've been a real homebody for the duration of my break. If given the choice between shopping and sitting on my butt...Well....I hope someone brings me back something I would like.

Well, it's late and I need to go to bed. maybe I'll write back sooner or later. T.V's been destracting me from updating my stories and e-mailing my buddies.



Oh and G, before I forget, you owe me five bucks, because I rose to the challenge of your one hour fic and succeeded. Do you know how hard it is to pull a story out of your ass and have it completed in one-hour? But I must say that it was a good challenge. Very cathartic. I look foward to what you have in store for the next challenge my friend. I'll be more than ready to take you on. Later.

My brain may be mush right now, and I'm feeling sooooo relaxed and soooo good for the first time in a month. I never realized how much stress I was under, until I got home to mom's, and collapsed in my old bed. Oh, that was heaven. I never realized how much I missed the comfort of my old pillows and sheets and all my stuffed animals.

I got back home late yesterday afternoon. I would have gotten there sooner, but I made frequents stops along route 81 to do a little Christmas shopping, do a little fanfiction reading in resturants, and of course, fight the belt way traffic.

It's funny how I don't get as angry driving on the beltway anymore--I mean, what's the point? That highway has been that way before I was born. I just pass the time turning up my stereo, which was an all 80's and Christmas music extravaganza. Spandau Ballet and Nat King Cole has been stuck in my head ever since I left Alexandria.

Mom was happy to seem me, despite the usual looks of disappointment I get at the door. Our greetings have been like this for the last four years:

"Hi darlin,' You look like hell....You're too skinny...Are you eating up there?...Do you eat?.. and how often do you eat?"

To which I always say, "Be rest assured mom that I do eat, and I love eating. I have no inclinations, nor do I have any infactuation with this nations obsession with emactiation."

Same ritual, same words verbatum.

Anyways, I'm looking to put a contract out on my roommates A and G. Those sneaky B*&^%s had stolen my floppy disk that had all my fan fic stories on there and posted a story that I had no intentions of posting. Luckily I caught them, just before the joke could take full force. Shame on the both of you; and I hope you both have ROTTEN Christmas, a rotten New Years, and just you wait till next semester...when you need help on your chemistry.


And speaking of whom...A sent me another list of crap from me to fill out again. She thought these were fun, and felt that I would like to do them too. So here goes: (Feel free to take this list if you want and play around with it yourself).


DESCRIBE

Your Shoes: Red Addidas...(Shit-kicker's extrodinaire)
Your Eyes: Black..Very Black..(I wish I had brown eyes)
Your Fears: Too many to list...(but syringes would make the top of the list)

WHAT IS

Most Used Phrase: Lord love a duck!...(It's a movie title, I kid you not)
Your Thought First Waking Up: Must have Coffee! Must know the time.
The First Feature You notice in the Opposit Sex: His Height and His Laugh. Something about the way a man stands and laughs like a doofus..gets to me.
Your Best Physical Feature:Umm...I love my smile...I hate my boobs, I hate my eyes, and I think I'm too tall..so I hate my legs too.
Your Bed Time: Uh...that could be any time, dude. I like to stay for as long as possible.
Your Most Missed Memory: Don't have one, perse...(Haven't lived that long to have one.)

YOU PREFER

Pepsi or Coke: Coke
McDonalds or Burger King: Both..McD's has the best burgers, while BK has the best french fries.
Single or Group Dates: Single. If you think for one minute I'm going to have a first date with the man of my dreams around my friends, i.e. roommates, then I want that man to shoot me for being a dumb-ass.
Addidas or Nike: Again...Addidas. My lovely shoe of choice. I would prolly wear em' at my wedding if I could.
Chocolate or Vanilla: Vanillia...yum!
Cappacino or Coffee: If I could, I would have Cappacino's everyday!

DO YOU

Smoke: Hell no...smoking ages the skin and I'm too vain to look older than I am.
Curse: Hell yeah...That however, is one of my personal vices.
Take A shower Everyday: Umm yeah...sometimes twice a day.
Have Any Crushes: All the time...I'm a serial crusher.
Who Are They: Currently, it's my T.A back at school.
Do You Think You've Been In Love: Never...I know that for sure.
Want To Go To College: Already there...ask me if I plan on staying.
Like High School: HELL NO! Glad to be outta there.
Want To Get Married: Maybe When or if I reach my thirties...Maybe. But not right now.
Do You Want To Have Kids: Umm...Not right now. I'm having way too much fun now to worry about kids.
Type With Fingers On The Keys: Yeah, I'm no hunt and pecker. Too Time consuming.
Believe In Yourself: Always...Even if someone's giving me crap, I never doubt myself.
Get Motion Sickness: That has never happened to me..Dunno what that is like.
Think You're A Health Freak: Absolutely not...Germaphobes better stear clear of me.
Get Along With Parents: I love my mom, and where ever my pops is...eh!
Like Thunderstorms: Love em' They're beautiful.

HAVE YOU EVER

Flown on a plane: Yes...Although, I hate take-offs and landings. Weird.
Missed School Because It was Raining: Yeah, but that was because a hurricane was coming,and because I just didn't want to go to school.
Told A Guy/Girl You Liked Them: Yeah, I've been that stupid. Still am.
Cried During A Movie: Duh, I'm a girl. It's like some inherent gene, I believe, that girls are supposed to cry at movies. I can't help it.
Ever Thought An Animated Character Was Hot: Dude...how could you even think that Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Vash the Stampede, or Spike Speigel, was not hot.
Had An Imaginary Friend: Yes...That is all I'm going to say on the subject.
Cut Your Hair: Yes...I've Cut My Hair and lived with the regret.
Had A Crush On A Teacher: I am currently in the throes of one with my T.A right now. It'll be over soon, I'm sure.
Been Caught "Doing Something,": Like What...if this means what I think It does, then no. Never. Nope.
Been Callled A Tease: Uhh...Dunno. Maybe behind my back
Gotten Beaten Up: Never...Close, but never.
Been In A Fight: Never...Close, but never.
Shoplifted: Never...wouldn't dream of it. (Well maybe I do, but I wouldn't actually do it. I'm too much of a chicken.)

IN THE PAST MONTH HAVE YOU/DID YOU

Gone To The Mall: Yeah, Shopping is, like, my religion.
Eaten Sushi: No. I can't eat seafood.
Been On Stage: No..not for any performance, but I sat on a stage, which is hardly the same thing.
Been Dumped: No...not in the past month.
Gone Skating: No..Sounds like fun though.
Made Homemade Cookies: One thing about me is that I can't cook.
Dyed Your Hair: No...I love my hair color. Why would I do that to myself.
Stolen Anything: No...too chicken.

THE FUTURE

Age You Hope To Be Married: Uhhh....Maybe by my late thirties; 36 or something.
Number of Children: Uhh...maybe One minimum, Three maximum.
Describe Your Dream Wedding: Eloping. Love the Idea of Running the hell away with the man of my dreams. But that won't happen till I reach my thirties.
How You Want To Die: Anything but Alziemers. I can't stand the idea of loosing my mind.
What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up: Since I'm still in the Growing-Up stages; I want to be an Animator, or a writer, or an Ambassador.(Hey, Shirley Temple did it!)
What Country Would You Most Like To Visit: I would love to go to Japan. I've been trying to go there for years, and I was never accepted.

OPPOSITE SEX

Best Eye Color: All about Big Brown Eyes, but the other colors are okay too.
Best Hair Color: Black or Dark Brown folicals, but again, other hair colors are fine with me.
Short/Long: Don't care...
Straight, Curly, or Wavy: Don't care..
Best Height: 5'7 and over is always good, but not necessary.
Best Weight: Don't care. Never Cared about Weight. Seriously.
Best First Date Location: The best and the Safest would be a public park, movies, or a cafe.
Best First Kiss Location: Dunno...anywhere is cool with me, if your Johnny Depp or something.

NUMBER OF

# Of Drugs Taken Illegally: Define Illegal drugs?
# People I trust With My Life: five at the most.
# CD'S I Own: Maybe 20+. I'm protestig the high prices sanctioned by the RIAA and the fact that major lable artists are suing their fans, and the fact that music today just sucks complete ass...(Don't get me started)... I download all my music to my puter.
# Piercings: Just my ears. Not into extravagant piercings.
# Tattoos: None...Not into body art either.
# of Times My Name Has Appeared In the Newspaper: Too many to count. I used to be a photographer for my old towns local newspaper.
# Scars On My Body: 10 and that was from shaving in the shower this morning.
# of Things I Regret In My Past: Too many to count...too many.

FAVORITES

Shampoo: Treseme..
Favorite Color: Love Red...and orange.
Day or Night: Love the day, but the Night is my close companion.
Summer or Winter: SUMMER!! I absolutely HATE the winter time.
Lace or Satin: Love Lace. Satin feels weird.
Cartoon: At the moment...Teen Titans. But I also love the old classics like Looney Tunes, Smurfs, Rainbow Bright, G.I Joe, any Anime.
Food: Pancakes..or any breakfast food.
Movie: Lillies in the Fields..So funny, so sad, and such a brilliant movie of all time. But then there is Spirited Away, Kill Bill, Jackie Brown, Living Out Loud, Far From Heaven, Down With Love, and yes even Titanic and Mission Impossible.
Sport: Uhh...i like golf. Not into sports, all that much.

RIGHT NOW

Righ Now You're Wearing: A Super-Grover T-shirt, Jeans, socks, and a gold scarf.
Drinking: Nestle Instant Hot Chocolate...MMMMMMM Yummy, and so very good.
Thinking About: Why does Jane Pauly have a television show? It sucks!
Listening Too: Jesse McCartney "She's Not You." I think he's lying his cute little ass off about that. Just listen to the lyrics.

IN THE LAST 24 HOURS

Cried: Nope...felt no need to.
Worn Jeans: Yeah, there a college staple.
Met Someone Online: Yup..the nicest girl too.
Done Laundry: No...but I have to get on it.
Drove A Car: My and my Jetta (A.K.A My private Jet) inched our way down the belt way yesterday.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

Yourself: Always...I've gotta.
Your Friends: Yeah,...Their just like me in someways.
Santa Clause: I may act like it sometimes, but do I LOOK 4 years old to you?
Tooth Fairy: You mean my father who help perpetuate that big ol' lie, by sneaking into my bedroom at three in the morning to accidentally slip me twenty bucks...then yeah, I did at one time.
Destiny or Fate: Always...Destiny is my guidance counselor. I wouldn't be anything without him.
Angels: Yeah sure...although I can't say I've ever saw one.
Demons: Yeah Sure,...can't believe in angels without their non-union equivalent, can you?
Ghosts: Yeah Sure
UFO's: Always...what did Mulder say: "Believe. The Truth Is out There."
God: Yeah, Sure...

FRIENDS AND LIFE

Do You Ever Wish You Had Another Name: Yes..I think i look like a Georgia. I want people to call me George when I was younger. I don't know why, but that name has stuck with me, since...well...forever, it seems.
Do You Like Anyone: Go see my answer for "Current Crushes."
Which One Of Your Friends Acts Most Like You: Oh,they SOOOOO WISH they could act like me.
Are You Close To Any Family Member: Mum and My sis...I think that's all I need. They've been helping me get through college and kept in touch with the american embassy whenever I went of to study abroad. Good to know they've always had my back, if in case I started an international incident.
Whats The Best Feeling In the World: Now I would say, waking up from a nice dream, but even that can't beat being HAPPY for no reason at all.
Whats The Worst Feeling In The World: I hate to feel Angry, or Sad.I don't know why anyone wants/desires to be angry.
What Time Is It Now: 2:33 eastern time.

Alright, are you happy now A? I've completed your stupid list. Now, I'm going to wrap things up here, and go back to sleep.

I give up...If I don't get this stuff by now then I'll never get it. Yes, I am a self-defeatus; I know what I can and cannot do. My life is spiraling into nothingness with all this test taking and studying. And BTW...Proctoring tests on a Saturday is the most unholy thing anyone can do to a person. I'll be seeing the school board in hell for this; that's for damn sure. Count on it!


I'm the last one standing around my dorm. It's very quiet. Erie. I think that me and everyone in my history class are the only ones still on campus. A left this morning along with D. I don't think D is coming back for the spring semester. She was having some major problems with home and her grades have dramatically plummeted. I hope she comes back. She was so close to the end; so close to graduating. But I understand the mental fatigue that comes with the final years. You don't want to do anything but sleep. I'm right there, myself, but I am determined to graduate. I need to do this.

It's going to snow it's proverbial ass off tonight. I'm thinking about ditching my final study session this afternoon, grab BB and have the two of us go walk around the captial, again. Last night was so much fun, that I'm itching for a repeat. He's totally in love with this city and knows everything about it. I, on the other hand, know only the basics of DC history.

I can't say that I love it here. Admittantly, I've just started to warm up to it. After 9/11, I wasn't sure this was the place I wanted to be, but now, something in the back of my mind is telling me to stay. Maybe I should do my Graduate work here too?


All this reminds me of that song, "Gravity," from Wolf's Rain.

********
been a long road to follow
been there and gone tomorrow
without saying goodbye to yesterday
are the memories i hold still valid?
or have the tears deluded them?

maybe this time tomorrow
the rain will cease to follow
and the mist will fade into one more today
something somewhere out there keeps calling

am i going home?
will i hear someone singing solace to the silent moon?
zero gravity what's it like?

am i alone?

is somebody there beyond these heavy aching feet
still the road keeps on tell me to go on
something is pulling me
i feel the gravity of it all....

*****
Okay, Now I'm getting all Faust and I should stop. But lately, the questions of what the heck am I going to do for the rest of my life keeps plaguing my mind. I thought I knew when I started college, but now, I'm not so sure. I should stop complaining. There are so many other youngun's who would kill to be where i'm at, have the same opportunities to do all that i've done, and it's unbelievable that I have the nerve to bitch.


I'm going to stop thinking about this life-after-college mess and start updating my Raven and Robin stories. I'm a month late.

Plus, the season finale of the Wire comes on tonight. I have a feeling that Avon Barksdale is going to join his "boy," tonight, in the sweet hereafter. Stringer's death was a huge blow to us fangirls, but Barksdale's death will be the death of the show. How do I know? Well, I don't know this well enough, but, from all the forums that i have visited--because I needed sounding board to vent my anger over Stringer's death---I've learned that if Avon dies, most of the female population will stop watching. And from what I could see from this forum, the majority of the people watching the Wire, are women.



Later.

I just got back from my "Take Back The Night" rally. Oh man, that was sooooo much fun. I look forward to the spring rally. Well, I marched with A and a couple of my fellow Alumni down the streets. Late night motorists, probably all high school students, were blowing their car horns at us. We all chanted and sang, (off tune, but who cares). When it came apparent that we circled the entire capital,--or to me it felt like it--it was then, around a quarter to four, we all went to a near by Ammoco for coffee, because by then we were all looking and feeling like war victims and cold refugees.

The look on the store clerk's face was worth a thousand bucks. This was probably the first time, in months,that guy had that many people walk into his store and want nothing but coffee. And we drank down every kind of coffee they had, even the decaf crap. A, while drinking her coffee, had jacked all the free amaretto creamer. I refused to take part in that bit of thievery, even if it was free. However, I'm jones for some amaretto right now. I bet coffee inventory is going to be a bear for the guy on the next shift. Hahahahahaha. "They came in droves--for coffee. Those hooligans."


I met a guy during the march...I didn't catch his name. Damn.

And he was cute. He looked to be a third year--Short brown hair, brown eyes, and lanky. He said he was a econ major. Double Damn, because that means he's smarter than me. He wasn't hot, but just cute. Not that I shouldn't pass judgement here, because I was looking quiet blah myself out there with my beet-red snotty nose, chattering teeth, my fuzzy blue skull cap and my sky blue fuzzy scarf wrapped tightly around my neck, (that's not super model material).

I should have asked for his phone number. Maybe he likes jazz? Maybe he likes watching cartoons, anime, and the Teen Titans. He didn't appear to be a jazzhead,like me, nor did he seem that much of a fan of cartoons, but what the hey. He looked more like he was into indie rock and the Apprentice, which is--only in retrospect--fine with me, too.

Anyways, i'm too keyed up to get any sleep, so I'm gonna do some last minute studying, before I take my final today at 9:00 am. Uhhhh...I feel so under prepared despite all the studying I've done this week. I need some Ammoretto coffee. Maybe, I'll post something later today, that is, if I don't go to sleep for the rest of the day.

I'm procrastinating again. I don't know why, but I can't get the energy to study anymore, and my test is tomorrow. I'm at that point where if I pass or fail, I don't care anymore.


Last night me and A looked at a list of possible Graduate colleges. We both decided that if Bush stays in office for another four years, we--with our majors--are either going to have no job or be forced to take a job that we've been trying to avoid by going to college, i.e a McJob.


Anyways, George Washington University is looking good as far as the Graduate Program, plus it's around my neighborhood. I would love to stay along the east coast, or stay here in D.C. Then again, matriculating in New York would be awesome too, but SUNY is totally out of the question....Too much of a party school and I need clout that is going to matter. Christopher Newport is out of the question too. Duke is looking up, but it's too far down south, and George Mason looks pretty righteous, because it's just barely outside my neighborhood.


Uhh I guess I should do a little more research into this, and see what else is out there, but GW is standing supreme over all the rest. I've gotta go study. I need to do it. And I've got my protest to go to tonight. Fun!!!

Uhh...finals are almost over. Then I shall be free. I've been studying like there is no tomorrow. My roommates are all done with their finals, and will be leaving soon. G left today. My final isn't over until monday. :(.

Tomorrow, I will be participating in the "Take Back the Night" ritual. It's my schools final farewell to class and other such things, and what we do is gather as many students as we can get and march though the streets of D.C. The only time i wasn't allowed to participate in the ritual was after, 9/11. The city was on total lock down, and I can't really complain. And at that time, nobody wanted to do it--We all wanted go to the pentagon, and New York, and help out there. But, now that things are semi-back to normal, I picking up my banner and I'm gonna walk like a lunatic down D street again. YEA!
*******

Any-hoo-diddly-ooo

Anyone who knows me, knows that I love, love, love a joke. And the worse/dirtier they are the better. I don't care how corny, how dumb, or how racy it is...if has a punchline, I'll probably laugh at it.

And telling jokes is what my roommates and I did all last night over beer, hot chocolate, and chinese food. G is leaving home for Christmas today, and last night the mood around the house was meloncholy. So as a way to not only pick up our spirits, and send off our friend on a good note, we decided to sit around in our lounge/common room, and tell each other jokes. Believe me, when we get on a role, we go on well into the wee hours of the night.

Here is a list of jokes that I can remember us telling from last night. Some I've heard of before, but I still think they are hilarious. Some of these jokes are garaunteed to be corny, dumb, racy, and down right wrong. You'll prolly get offended, but who cares...they're funny.




1.)President Dubya was awakened one night by an urgent call from the Pentagon.
"Mr. President," said the four-star general, barely able to contain himself, "there's good news & bad news."

"Oh, no," muttered the President, "Well, let me have the bad news first."

"The bad news, sir, is that we've been invaded by creatures from another planet."

"Gosh, and the good news?"

"The good news, sir, is that they eat reporters and pee oil."




2.) Saddam Hussein and George W. Bush meet up in Baghdad for the first round of talks in a new peace process. When George sits down, he notices three buttons on the side of Saddam's chair. They begin talking. After about five minutes Saddam presses the First button. A boxing glove springs out of a box on the desk and punches Bush in the face.
Confused, Bush carries on talking as Saddam laughs. A few minutes later the second button is pressed. This time a big boot comes out and kicks Bush in the shin. Again Saddam laughs, and again Bush carries on talking, not wanting to put off the bigger issue of peace between the two countries. But when the third button is pressed and another boot comes out and kicks Bush in the privates, he's finally had enough, knowing that he can't do much without them functioning well. "I'm going back home!" he tells the Iraqi. "We'll finish these talks in two weeks!"

A fortnight passes and Saddam flies to the United States for talks. As the two men sit down, Hussein notices three buttons on Bush's chair and prepares himself for the Yank's revenge. They begin talking and Bush presses the first button. Saddam ducks, but nothing happens. George snickers. A few seconds later he presses the second button. Saddam jumps up, but again nothing happens. Bush roars with laughter. When the third button is pressed, Saddam jumps up again, and again nothing happens. Bush falls on the floor in a fit of hysterics.

"Forget this," says Saddam. "I'm going back to Baghdad!"

Dubya says through tears of laughter, "What Baghdad?"


3).Why do the French Smell?
So blind people can hate them too!

4). There are these 3 vampires. The first vampire walks into a bar and says, "Bartender, give me a shot of blood." The bartender gives him the shot of blood, the vampire drinks it, and leaves.
The second vampire walks into the bar and says, "Bartender, give me a shot of blood." The bartender gives him the shot of blood, the vampire drinks it, and leaves.

The third vampire walks into a bar and says, "Bartender, give me a shot of water."

The bartender says, "Why do you want a shot of water?"

The vampire pulls out a dirty tampon and says, "Tea time."

5). Why doesn't Tigger have any friends?
He plays with Pooh

6). (G told these jokes. They are very dumb, but I thought they were funny as hell last night).
A. Knock knock.
Who's there?
Sham.
Sham who?
I didn't know we were talking about yo mama.
B.)Yo mama's so fat she makes Godzilla look like an action figure.
C.)Yo mama's so big, fat and clumsy, when she tried to get to Wal-Mart, she stumbled over K-Mart and landed right on Target.
D).Yo mama's feet are so scaly that they filmed Crocodile Dundee in her footbath
E).Yo mama's house is so small, I threw a rock in the window and hit everyone inside.
F).Yo' mama's lips so big, she doesn't use chapstick -- she uses Mop 'n' Glo!
G).Yo Mama is so poor, she told your little siser that Santa Claus was dead.
H). Yo mama's so dumb, she thought masturbation was a karate teacher.

7).There was a man who loved baked beans...

There was a man who loved baked beans, but they always had an embarrassing and lively reaction on him.
One day he met a girl and fell in love. When it was apparent that they would marry, he thought to himself, "She'll never go through with the marriage with me carrying on like this." So he made the supreme sacrifice and gave up his beloved beans.

Shortly after that they were married. A few months later, on the way hame from work, his car broke down and since they lived in the country, he phoned his wife and told her that he would be late because he had to walk.

On his way home, he passed a small cafe and the wonderful aroma of baked beans overwhelmed him. Since he still had several miles to walk he thought he would walk off any ill effects before he got home.

He went in and ordered three extra large helpings of beans and all the way home he farted.

By the time he arrived home he felt reasonably safe. His wife met him at the door and seemed somewhat excited. She exclaimed, "Darling, I have the most wonderful surprise for you for dinner tonight!"

She put a blindfold on him and led him to his chair at the head of the table and made him promise not to peek. At this point he was beginning to feel another fart coming on.

Just as his wife was about to remove the blindfold, the phone rang. She again made him promise not to peek until she returned and went to answer the phone.

While she was gone, he seized the opportunity. He shifted his weight to one leg and let go. It was not only loud, but ripe as a rotten egg. He had a hard time breathing, so he felt for his napkin and fanned the air about him. He had just started to feel better when another urge came on. He raised his leg and "Rriiipppp!" It sounded like a diesel engine and smelled worse. To keep himself from gagging, he tried fanning his arms a while, hoping the smell would dissipate.

Things had just about returned to normal when he felt another urge coming. He shifted his weight to his other leg and let go. This was a real blue ribbon winner, the windows shook, the dishes on the table rattled and a minute later the flowers on the table were dead. While keeping an ear tuned in on the conversation in the hallway and keeping his promise of staying blindfolded, he carried on like this for almost ten minutes, farting and then fanning each time with his napkin.

When he heard the phone farewells he neatly laid his napkin on his lap and folded his hands on top of it. Smiling contently, he was the picture of innocence when his wife walked in. Apologizing for taking so long, she asked if he had peeked at the dinner table.

After assuring her he had not peeked, she removed the blindfold and yelled "SURPRISE!"

To his shock and horror, there were twelve dinner guests seated around the table for his surprise birthday party.

8).A Prayer Before Dying

When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car.


9).What do you call a 350-pound stripper?
Broke

10)Crappy Date

This guy lives in Westchester, NY and goes to school at Ithaca College. For two years, he has wanted to ask a certain girl (who is also from Westchester and also goes to Ithaca) out on a date, but has never had the courage.
Finally, one day over the summer, he sees her at home and musters up the courage to ask her out. She accepts, and they make dinner plans for Saturday night. Friday night, this guy goes out with all of his buddies, and drinks like Prohibition is coming back. Saturday, he is in such bad shape that he can't make it through twenty minutes without either puking or shitting.

After several hours of this, he is able to stop puking, but he is still running to the toilet every 20 minutes to shit. He doesn't want to cancel the date, because he's afraid he won't ever talk to her again. So they meet in Westchester, and take the train to New York City (about a 30 minute ride).

They get to the restaurant, and he excuses himself during the appetizers to use the bathroom. They enjoy the rest of the appetizers without interruption, but he has to go back again during the entrees. They decide to get dessert. During dessert, our hero feels another rumbling, but doesn't want to look like a complete bathroom freak, so he holds it. After a few minutes, the rumbling subsides, but he still has a bit of gas stored up. He decides to let this little bit of gas fly right there at the table (discreetly, of course).

Unfortunately, this little bit of gas came with another little surprise. 'Oh shit,' he thinks (and feels). Instead of running to the bathroom right away, our hero immediately leans on the arms of his chair to keep from sitting on this surprise. He maintains this yoga position for the rest of dessert, trying to figure out what to do before his tan pants (a) start to smell, or (b) start to show stains on the outside. He quickly pays for dinner and they leave the restaurant. Oh, by the way, he is walking like a cowboy.

On the way to the train station, they pass the Gap. 'Do you mind if I run in and buy a sweater that I was looking at last week?' he asks. 'No problem, I'd like to look around too,' she replies. They go into the Gap. Fortunately, at the Gap, men's fashions are on the right, women's fashions are on the left. They split up.

Our hero grabs the first sweater within reach, and hurries back to the khakis. After selecting a pair that most closely resemble his current outfit, he brings both items to the register. His eyes are on his date (still on theother side of the store) to make sure that she doesn't see him buying the pants. He doesn't even want the sweater, so he says through clenched teeth (just in case his date can read lips from 40 feet away) 'Just the pants.' 'What?' asks the Gap girl. 'Just the pants!' (Eyes still trained on his date.) Gap girl: 'Oh, OK.' He pays for the pants and walks over to his date, then they leave the store.

They board the train just before it leaves the station and find two seats in the middle of the car. Without sitting down, our hero excuses himself and walks to the bathroom in the back of the car. He gets to the bathroom as the train departs, and quickly rips off his pants and boxer shorts. He rolls them into a ball and throws them out the window. After cleaning himself off, he opens the Gap bag and pulls out...just the sweater.

PLEASE TAKE A MOMENT TO THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU WOULD DO IN THIS SITUATION.

As you must have realized, the only solution is to wear the sweater as pants. So he squeezes his legs into the arms of the sweater and pulls the rest of the fabric tight around his waist. He can only keep himself covered by hunching over. Walking will be a new challenge altogether. Rather than going through the absolute trauma of returning to his seat and explaining (or creating an elaborate lie to explain) the entire incident, our hero waits in the bathroom until the train stops at the next station. He waits until the moment the train starts to pull away from the station, then dashes out of the bathroom (as quickly as a hunched over cowboy with sweater pants can dash) and jumps off the train. He is lost and stranded somewhere between New York City and Westchester. He hasn't seen the girl since.

11).10 Things In Golf That Sound Dirty

1. Look at the size of his putter.
2. Oh, dang, my shaft's all bent.
3. You really wacked the hell out of that sucker.
4. After 18 holes I can barely walk.
5. My hands are so sweaty I can't get a good grip.
6. Lift your head and spread your legs.
7. You have a nice stroke, but your follow through leaves a lot to be desired.
8. Just turn your back and drop it.
9. Hold up. I've got to wash my balls.
10. Damn, I missed the hole again.

I am such a lazy-ass bum.

No, I'm behaving like a serial masochist. I should have been studying for my Lit final, but I decided that sleep was more important. And now that I am refreshed and rejuvenated, I am now panicking over the BIG test. I can't retain anything that I crammed in my head last night, and I feel that I am doomed for failure. DUMB-ASS. DUMB-ASS. DUMB-ASS.

I should have my priorities checked, but it's my last year here, I've got senoritis like a mother, and I just don't care anymore.


I shouldn't complain, though. My roommates are in the same boat as me, except I decided not to get drunk for the whole week. Ha-Ha-Ha. I can't imagine having a hangover and taking my final at the same time. I can't see them aceing anything...


But, I swear to god if either those boneheads happen to ace their exams, then I am just going to have to, first: squat in the streets of D.C, then die of a brain aneurism. COUNT ON IT!!!

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Moving on to other things that will indefinitely give me a brain aneurism...

My latest obsession is the HBO program, The Wire. I have watched it religiously for three long years, and have been into the "game" since the beginning, and now I'm so PISSED OFF at David Simon, that I'm contemplating putting contract out on him or pulling a Kathy Bates from "Misery" on his ass.

He killed my favorite character off. I understand that Stringer's death was inevitable;--he was the proverbial "judas" to Barksdale's ghetto kingdom,--but I never thought that he would die this early in the game. And I, also, understand that there had to be a twist in the story--that there had to be something to disrupt McNaulty's and Daniel's wire investigation. But still, Stringer could have avoided conviction anytime he wanted, since he is the man who never really "bloodied" his hands. That alone could have disrupted the investigation, and not to mention, shake things up at the Baltimore department.

Stringer's prensence in the political agenda, that Simon has tried to integrate, would have made things more interesting. Bringing the ghetto world into white-collar politic's would have been a fresh and innovative angle for our poor detectives, and Stringer would have been the perfect medium for it.

Barksdale has no desire to go that avenue, which leads the rest of us to believe that Simon is leaving us little folks behind, to move into another realm that is untouchable and twice as disconnected from the "real" world.


Uhhh....woe is the Stringer Bell fangirls.

Woe...is for the wire.

Stupid computers! I haven't been able to log on all day. Why are VIOS so damn expensive? I swear this college thing better work, because I need some hella money to buy nothing but VIOS.


Aside from my puter woes, today has been one great day. Why? Because I got my graudation papers in my mailbox today. Yup, my school has finally approved that I am eligible for graduation.

Like there was ever any doubt that they would say no. I've been their academic bitch for four long years. And let's not forget all the representin' I did for my school in all those foriegn lands for every freaking summer. YOU PEOPLE OWE ME THIS.

Yesterday, I had my final Lit discussion class at a bar. My T.A insisted we go to Wolfies, because it was half-off drinks during happy hours. My T.A is so freakin' liberal,and it's been a joy learning under him. Anyways, as our last stand together, we all gave small toasts to each other over T.S Elliot's "The Wasteland."

Does that sound a little apropos? A little appropriate that we are getting literally wasted over "The Wasteland." We, also, swore that we wouldn't tell the school board that alcohol was consummed during class.

Well, I have to go. I've got one final paper to finish up and I have to call my mom and beg her to send money. Peace.

For years I've been that girl who kept a "real" journal. (You know, the one with the pink lined paper and colored ink with pictures of the Backstreet Boys and my high school crush tucked in the back), but now I've grown lazy over the years, and the actual art of writing my thoughts are getting rather cumbersome. My friend suggested that I should start a livejournal, and see how long I can keep this up.


(Word to the wise--my little sempai--I've got mad staying power, and my head is just chock full of crap to tell. hahahahahahahahaha.)


Anyways, My roommate told me to fill out this silly little questionaire, to kick off the first entry. I don't know how anyone can exstrapolate anything about me by this, but I had fun filling it out.


ABOUT ME:

FIRST BEST FRIEND: Josh. (I still love ya dude! You rocked.)
FIRST JOB: Photographer for town newspaper.
OTHER SCREEN NAMES: Sessy's Mistress.--I still am.
FIRST CD EVER PURCHASED: Backstreet Boys. "Quit Playin' Games With My Heart."(Whatever happened to them? I used to be so in love with AJ.)
FIRST WEDDING: If this is what I think it is then, I'd have to say my first wedding was one of my dad's friends. I remember the wedding song. It was "Everything I do I do it for you," By A.S.S. Lol..Ass. I bet they are divorced now. Nobody plays a song by a group called ASS at their wedding.
PIERCING: Ears.
FIRST CONCERT: Korn. I will never see them again for as long as I live
FIRST TRIP: Flying to Germany when I was 6.
LAST TIME YOU CRIED: This summer watching "Grave of the Fireflies." Uh that movie destroyed me.
LAST BOOK YOU'VE READ: Ulysses by James Joyce. The torture, the torture.
FAVORITE DRINK: Hot Chocolate. It's like my own personal smirnoff.
LAST SONG HEARD ON THE RADIO: Nelly's. My Place.
FAVORITE MEAL: Breakfast. (guys, don't ask me out to dinner or lunch. Breakfast is where it's at with me.)
FAVORITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING: I love scarves, and I've got a huge collection. My favorite scarf is my polka dotty .
FAVORITE SHOES: My red adidas. (my shit-kickers).
LAST TIME YOU HAD SEX: Uh..I'm gonna plead the fifth.

More stuff about you.....

TATOOS: No...I barely survived getting my ears peirced. Why the hell would i do that to myself?
UNDERWEAR: I'm wearin' em. And that all you need to know.
HOME: Home is officially at mom's. Where I live, is in a lunchbox sized dorm room with three other women.
PARENTS: They love me, but they hate each other.
BOYFRIEND: ...Nope. Single and sexy. Desperate.

DO YOU PREFER EITHER/OR:

PLAID or STRIPED: Niether. I love polka dots.
BRIGHT COLORS or DARK: Gimme bright.
WINTER or SUMMER: Summertime baby.
RAIN or SNOW: Rain. I hate the snow.
SILVER or GOLD: Gold. All that glitter's is gold.
BAKED or FRIED: Deep fry. Don't you think baked french fries are gross?
SILK, COTTON, or FLANNEL BED SHEETS: Flannel. You need a skin graft after a night on cotton, and don't even get me started about the wrongness of silk sheets...
KETCHUP, MAYO, MUSTARD: Mustard.
BRITNEY or CHRISTINA: Niether. They both equally suck.
BACKSTREET BOYS or NSYNC: Who are they? JK...Backstreet.
SNICKERS or MILKY WAY: Mmmmmm....Milky Way.
CARROTS or CELERY: Carrot. To many unfortunate choking incidences with celery strings.

IF YOU WERE AN_____WHAT WOULD YOU BE?

ANIMAL: I'd be a bear. F*$% winter. I'm sleepin' in.
FRUIT: Perisimmons. When it's not ripe, those things are sour as hell. It's funny watching peeople get those sour faces when the bite into them.
VEGITABLE: Cucumber, as in cool as a___.
COLOR: Red. Love the color red.
INSECT: Hornet. Again it's funny as hell watching people freak out when hornets show up to their picnic.
CAR: I wanna be a motorcycle.


SHORT ANSWER:

IF YOU COULD BE ANY CELEBRITY: I'd be Johnny Depp. I've gotta know what it's like to be him.
WORDS YOU SAY TOO MUCH: Hell, dammit,...Shut your pie hole.
ARE YOU SHY: I'm quiet, not shy. THere is a difference.
CAN YOU PLAY AN INSTRUMENT: Nope. Not that talented.
DO YOU LIKE SUNFLOWERS: I hate flowers....except for cherry blossoms.
ARE YOU BRILLIANT: YES! Who is going to say no to this?????
DO YOU SLEEP WITH STUFFED ANIMALS: Yeah...what's your point, freud?
ARE YOU A MORNING PERSON: morning? what is morning. I do not get up in the morning.

WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON:

YOU'VE TOUCHED: Steve, my astrology pard-nar.
YOU TALKED TO: Mum. I need money. Please send money.
YOU E-MAILED: My sis. I need money. Please send money.
YOU KISSED: In france. Those folks LOVE to kiss. I had too many crying game moments over there.
YOU YELLED AT: My sis...She totally deserved it.
YOU THOUGHT ABOUT: Kenny Chesney--I think he may be gay. I have this theory about him and those songs of his. I'm not sure, though.

Well, I'm gonna stop here. I really have to go study, which I'm not going to do, because the Teen Titan's are coming on and I can't miss them.