random thoughts

2002-08-06T20:56:00.000-07:00

oh yeah, and did i mention that i have a sweet-ass job for when i come home? because, well, i do!

2002-08-06T20:51:00.000-07:00

Wow, I was really pissed off when I wrote that. I'm a little less pissed now, probably because I'm going to be home for good (or until I go to school) on Sunday night. That's right, Sunday August 11 I'm back in Halifax. Hopefully the rest of the summer will make up for what's gone and done. Not that I didn't have a good time in PEI, you guys are great...I just think that for now, and for the most part, Halifax is the place for me. Until of course I go to Mount A on September 5...then my place is at Mount A. Ahhhh..... But thanks for the support guys :o)

2002-07-31T21:13:00.000-07:00

depression is an ugly thing. i want to be home. not here. home. sunday can't be here fast enough. i don't even know why i want to be at home. one major reason . . . well, maybe two. and i can also start to eat again. but i don't feel hungry . . .

2002-07-11T21:06:00.000-07:00

well, i've got to say. it's good to be home. i might even be looking forward to going back to the island, but it's still great to be here. i'm confused.

2002-07-11T21:05:00.000-07:00

well, i've got to say. it's good to be home. i might even be looking forward to going back to the island, but it's still great to be here. i'm confused.

2002-07-10T10:23:00.000-07:00

Well, it's been a hell of a long time since I've posted, and for that I apologize. I've just been settling in to my new home on the beautiful island of Prince Edward. Now that I've settled, I figure I can take a trip home, and that's what I'm doing tomorrow.

I've got to admit. Living here is much different than I thought it would be. I'm not really sure what I thought it would be like, maybe more relaxed or something... I don't know. I really miss my friends at home, though I've been assured that I haven't missed anything at all. There are a few things that I miss a lot though. Oh well.

This has been a pretty shitty post. I can't even think of any jokes or anything to end off with. I do have to go to work though. This being the internet, I'm not about to say where I'm working, but if you know where it is, stop by and see me. I'll be there until 10.

2002-07-01T12:02:00.000-07:00

More Things You Learn at the Movies...

Interbreeding is genetically possible with any creature from elsewhere in the universe.

Kitchens don't have light switches. When entering a kitchen at night, you should open the fridge door and use that light instead.

If staying in a haunted house, women should investigate any strange noises in their most revealing underwear.

Word processors never display a cursor on screen but will always say: Enter Password Now.

Mothers routinely cook eggs, bacon and waffles for their family every morning even though their husband and children never have time to eat it.

Cars that crash will almost always burst into flames.

The Chief of Police will always suspend his star detective - or give him 48 hours to finish the job.

A single match will be sufficient to light up a room the size of RFK Stadium.

Medieval peasants had perfect teeth.

Although in the 20th century it is possible to fire weapons at an object out of our visual range, people of the 23rd century will have lost this technology.

Any person waking from a nightmare will sit bolt upright and pant.

It is not necessary to say hello or goodbye when beginning or ending phone conversations.

2002-06-28T08:13:00.000-07:00

The things you learn at the movies...

During all police investigations it will be necessary to visit a strip club at least once.

All telephone numbers in America begin with the digits 555.

Most dogs are immortal.

If being chased through town, you can usually take cover in a passing St. Patrick's Day parade - at any time of the year.

All beds have special L-shaped cover sheets which reach up to the armpit level on a woman but only to waist level on the man lying beside her.

All grocery shopping bags contain at least one stick of French Bread.

It's easy for anyone to land a plane providing there is someone in the control tower to talk you down.

Once applied, lipstick will never rub off - even while scuba diving.

The ventilation system of any building is the perfect hiding place. No-one will ever think of looking for you in there and you can travel to any other part of the building you want without difficulty.

If you need to reload your gun, you will always have more ammunition -even if you haven't been carrying any before now.

You're very likely to survive any battle in any war unless you make the mistake of showing someone a picture of your sweetheart back home.

Should you wish to pass yourself off as a German officer, it will not be necessary to speak the language. Even a bad German accent will do.

If your town is threatened by an imminent natural disaster or killer beast, the mayor's first concern will be the tourist trade or his forthcoming art exhibition.

The Eiffel Tower can be seen from any window in Paris.

A man will show no pain while taking the most ferocious beating but will wince when a woman tries to clean his wounds.

If a large pane of glass is visible, someone will be thrown through it before long.

When paying for a taxi, don't look at your wallet as you take out a bill just grab one at random and hand it over. It will always be the exact fare.

2002-06-24T21:09:00.000-07:00

Which Action Star Are You? Find out @ She's Crafty

2002-06-21T21:47:00.000-07:00

and this is a test post to see if my font will go back to its original size

2002-06-21T21:45:00.000-07:00

Okay, so I got bored, and I'm not so tired after all. Here are a couple of fun quizzes...

Which Sex and the City Player Are You? Find out @ She's Crafty

I don't know if I like this so much, but it's better than being the dirty chick with the dandruff...

Which Breakfast Clubber Are You? Find out @ She's Crafty

Would you survive a horror movie? Find out @ She's Crafty
Yeah, that's right.

What's Your Style? Find out @ She's Crafty
(They're right on the pink) :o)

Who's Your 80s Movie Icon Alter-Ego? Find out @ She's Crafty
That's for damned sure. "Mmmm...Chica chica"

2002-06-21T21:06:00.000-07:00

You know what's great?

Driving after midnight is pretty great.

Being finished of school is equally great, if not ten times greater.

Last minute parties where you blindly drive around a neighbourhood you don't know and somehow manage to find the party without any difficulties, that's great too.

Sleepovers are great.

Staying up until four in the morning delivering life's little lessons to your best friends is great as well.

You know what's not great?

Getting up in the morning only to realize that the bright idea to share the floor with your friends wasn't such a bright idea at all. Then you quickly realize that they've already thought of the same thing, and there being three of you and only two couches, you're stuck on the concrete.

Also, grad rehearsals aren't great either. Especially when you were convinced you didn't need to go because you didn't think you would have to lead the procession in (nah, it wouldn't be me), and then realizing when you get there, still asleep, that you in fact are a chosen one.

But sleep, in your own feathery mound of bed clothes is got to be the greatest thing of all.

2002-06-21T14:04:00.000-07:00

hahahaha
do you ever feel like you're going to hell?
oh man

2002-06-20T13:04:00.000-07:00

And people were confused by "Meep"?

Try this on for size....

what's your battle cry? |
mewing.net | merchandise!

2002-06-20T12:57:00.000-07:00

Hi Mom!

(Like James, I recently discovered that a parental figure reads my page)

Anyway, school is done, and I went to the beach this afternoon if you couldn't guess by my MSN name. Wow.

I don't really have much else to say, other than that I hope to party pretty hard tonight. Hope/plan/it better happen . . . !

2002-06-18T14:30:00.000-07:00

like the new look?

for some reason the graphics aren't working

i'm working on it

2002-06-13T21:21:00.000-07:00

I found this really cool site. Try and find what's wrong with this picture. You need to have the volume turned up because after a minute or so they'll tell you what's wrong, but it's spoken. Good luck!

2002-06-11T15:08:00.000-07:00

I act like I'm 16.
This test was brought to you by Liam - Serving you fresh farce daily. Take it here.

2002-06-09T19:10:00.000-07:00

Mini-keg, pretzels, and a hockey game. It just doesn't get any better than that.

It does, however get worse. Such as when the most embarassing thing to ever happen to you in your entire life is nagging you in the back of your head. Man, life sucks sometimes.

2002-06-07T20:39:00.000-07:00

First off, I have to apologize for the last post. "Sorry!"

And now onto other business.

You know what's a really fucking funny show? Real TV. I just recently started to watch it, and have come to realize that I too, like so many others I doubted before, am amused at the sight of others hurting themselves. Although there is way too much police chasing crap with crappy camera angles, there are a few things that are worth it...such as these:

Worth it thing #1: Skiing accident. Some guy, trying to be adventurous, skies down a mountain (a rocky mountain at that), trips up a little bit and tumbles down like a little tiny ragg doll. All the way down the mountain. All the way . . . like, down various cliffs. Just when you think it's over, it starts again. And some asshole had the nerve to stand there with a video camera and not help the poor bastard who was getting ripped to shreds by the rocks that claimed him as their playtoy.

Worth it thing #2: Snowboarder gets revenge on camera man. In the first thing that I explained, the camera man stood watching as his buddy was destroyed. In this one however, a snowboarder manages to cause a large avalanche, burying his "friend" in snow.

"And if you're wondering what happened to the camera man, he was able to grab a nearby tree to stop the snow from carrying him onto the rocks" - Amhad Rashad

Oh come on Amhad, there are no trees on the good snowboarding section at Banff.

Anyway, there are more things that I can't get into right now because I'm going to pass out in my bed. I suggest you check it out, it's on at 8:00 every night, as far as I know.

2002-06-07T14:49:00.000-07:00

Don't Hate Me

I think I said once that I was going to post my theory on the birth of Jesus. Now's as good a time as any, as I wait for my french manicure to dry.

Here's what I think. I think that Mary and Joseph did some "Un-Christian" things before they were married. I'd say it only happened once, and Mary felt pretty guilty about it so she and Joseph just kind of put it behind them, saying it never happened. They then planned on getting married someday, and stayed together as a couple.

A couple of months down the road, Mary notices she's getting a little bit heavy around her midsection, and she feels like she can no longer attribute her four months of skipped periods to malnutrition. She and Joseph get to talking and decide what to do, they'll remain with their original plan, to deny that they had sex out in Mary's father's hay stack.

Mary tells her family that they shouldn't worry, that she and Joseph have not yet made love. She tells them that the baby belongs to God, and an angel told her she was to have the baby and name it Jesus. Well, that was fine enough, her family was quite happy for her, and Mary thought no one would ever know.

Boy was Mary shocked when she became the most famous virgin ever.

I guess this is why God tells his people not to lie. ;)

And by the way, I'm not bashing religion here. It's just a theory, we're all allowed to theorize okay?

2002-06-06T14:51:00.000-07:00

ode to cake

i like cake

i like white cake

i don't like white cake as much as i like chocolate cake

i like chocolate cake

i'm eating cake right now

2002-06-04T17:08:00.000-07:00

I've got to thank all of you guys for your input. I talked to her again, and she said she decided against it...she'd gone to church and decided it was a bad idea. I'm not really sure what to believe though, to tell you the truth. She lies to other friends of hers, so I have a hard time believing that she's telling me the truth too. But anyway, I've become a little bit tired to thinking about it so I'll go onto something else.

I've recently decided, after spending two wonderfuly incredible days in Pictou County, that when I'm older, I will live in a small town. If not, I'll have a great little cottage on the shore where I can relax. Seriously though, I haven't been so relaxed since I was in junior high and had nothing to worry about. Maybe that's what I like about PEI. It's small, to me anyway, but Charlottetown isn't quite small enough.

I've just got to get out of the city again. I've got the country fever :o)

2002-05-28T12:42:00.000-07:00

Okay kids, I have a problem. I can't mention names, but I will tell a story. Since the comment section is working, I expect comments and advice. Here goes.

I've got this friend (and no, this isn't a metaphor for me, it's really a friend of mine) and she's very religious. (See? It can't be me). All of her life, she's said things like, "I'll never have sex until I'm married. I think sex is something that should only be shared between a loving husband and wife." Stuff like that.

So she's got this boyfriend. He's older, and some other stuff that I can't mention, and she hasn't told her mom that they're together. It's been going on for three months.

At first, he didn't want to kiss her. He thought that it would be wrong, because they just met each other, he didn't want to "take advantage" of her. I'm afraid it was a facade to gain trust.

She now believes that she is in love with him. Though, she did say that she's in love with him when he's being sweet to her, and she's not in love with him when he does something to make her mad. I'm sorry, but that isn't really love. It's not unconditional love anyway, not the kind of "love" required for her marriage/sexual relationship that she's been waiting for.

So now, a month after they have kissed, she wants to have sex with him. I don't think it is right. It's not that I think it's not right to have sex, that's besides the point. What I don't think is right is that she's going against her life-long religious beliefs because she's "fallen for" this guy. What I fear is that she's fallen for this "nice guy" effect that he's been pulling for her.

I don't know. I feel like it's my responsibility to look out for her. Probably since ours ideas differ, and she's starting to sway my way. I just want her to understand that she's changing her entire belief system for a boy. Je n'aime pas.

So what should I say to her? We talk about it a lot, and I try to talk about it with her but I never know the right thing to way. I don't want to change her mind or anything, it's her choice. I just want to give her a chance to think about what she's doing.

2002-05-26T19:53:00.000-07:00

Well, I thought I'd post again because I feel the world is doubting me. And by "the world" I mean specifically Jamie. Anyway, I don't really have a lot to talk about so I think i'll tell something really gross and embarassing in hope of getting a couple of laughs.

Today being Sunday night, Saturday morning was two mornings ago. Here's a lovely picture. I wear retainers to bed (so what, I had braces, big freaking deal). What I usually do is first thing, I get up, brush them, and put them in their case. Saturday morning I got up, went to take them out, and they weren't there. "Well that's weird," I thought, "I know I put them in last night." It turns out that in the midst of my twelve and a half hour sleep I had taken them out. Not only that though, they were neatly wrapped in a piece of tissue.

(Sidebar for those of you who don't wear these wretched things, you cannot wrap them in tissues. The combination of saliva, tissue, and plastic makes a temporary glue.)

So finding that decidedly etrange, as the French would say....plus an accent in there somewhere..., I ignored it.

Sure enough, this morning, I go to take them out and there's nothing there. This time, the bottom one is still in place, but knowing where to look this time, I find the top one wrapped in not one, but two tissues at the head of my bed.

Tonight, I am hiding the tissue box. We'll see what happens.

I'm tired. What the hell am I doing writing about this.

2002-05-26T11:27:00.000-07:00

Wow, working sucks. I figure since I haven't updated for a while (I know, I know, always the same story) I would, since the commenting now works. At least I'm assuming it does. I'm going to go and finish cleaning my room. It's a weekend project. I'll write more later.

2002-05-15T14:44:00.000-07:00

my shoulder hurts
can i have a massage?

2002-05-15T11:04:00.000-07:00

okay, so i haven't posted in a really long time. but for an update on my distaste for cats, here's something comedic. I have taken the liberty to highlight key phrases guaranteed to raise a smile.

One cat, one family, four cops: Cocoa goes cuckoo
Siamese went on rampage - to protect kitten

By CHRIS LAMBIE
The Daily News

Tuesday, May 14, 2002

When Cocoa Puff attacked her Dartmouth family twice Sunday, the four-year-old Siamese cat probably thought she was protecting a 12-week-old kitten.

Robert and Laurel Mancini were upstairs in their two-storey Princess Margaret Boulevard home when Sherry Higgs, their 14-year-old babysitter, arrived at 3 p.m. to take care of their two children. Higgs had just finished admiring their new kitten, Kahlua, when Cocoa Puff came around the corner and started clawing the girl’s legs.

“The cat just snapped,” Robert Mancini said yesterday.

Cocoa Puff is not the kitten’s mother. But the pair had bonded and the older female was even nursing Kahlua. “I think she felt she was protecting the kitten,” Laurel Mancini said.

Higgs suffered “multiple lacerations from the knee down,” said Robert Mancini, a paramedic. “All we heard was screaming.”

Laurel Mancini, 30, ran downstairs to find her children, Cody, 7, Caitlyn, 10, and their babysitter under attack. “The cat was puffed out like a porcupine,” she said.

The three youngsters ran upstairs, but Higgs didn’t make it. “The cat caught her at the top of the staircase and began to attack her again,” Robert Mancini said.

“So I grabbed a pair of jeans and I pinned the cat to the floor. The cat rolled over and then bit through the jeans into my thumb,” he said. “I had to release the cat. The cat then attacked the babysitter again, over, and over, and over.”

Robert Mancini, 28, managed to knock the cat over the stairs and they all hid in upstairs bedrooms. He said he tried calling the city’s animal control officers, but they refused to help. “We fled the house,” he said. “We all ran for our lives.”

Robert Mancini took the kids to a doctor while his wife went to work.

When they came home a few hours later, Cocoa Puff seemed calm. But at 6 p.m., the cat went ballistic again.

“It let out a vicious scream and lunged at me,” Robert Mancini said.

“It came downstairs with one intention, and that was to harm us.”

He tried dragging the cat outside on his leg. “My jeans were destroyed and my socks were coated in blood.”

But when Cocoa Puff saw the door closing with her and Mancini outside, she bolted back inside. That left the concerned father locked outside with no key and his children held prisoner by a “crazed” cat.

Caitlyn climbed on top of the kitchen table. But Cocoa Puff jumped up and started mauling her again. Caitlyn eventually managed to get upstairs. Her legs are covered with gouges and bruises.

A neighbour heard her screams and called police.

Four cops eventually got the door open, cornered Cocoa Puff and pushed her in a cage. But they turned over a couch, a bed and a coffee table in the process.

Robert Mancini took Cocoa Puff to the Metro Animal Emergency Clinic and paid $95 to get her “destroyed.”

Clinic manager Sandra MacLean said they’ll wait to the end the end week.

“We’re just going to hold her for a few days to make sure that’s exactly what they want to do,” she said, adding the cat’s in quarantine as a precaution against rabies, but that’s unlikely.

Cocoa Puff’s veterinarian told the clinic the cat has a “history of aggression,” that includes biting, MacLean said.

And the feline was still riled up at the clinic yesterday.

“If you look at her, she’s sort of hissing and spitting at you.”

Laurel Mancini, the cat’s owner, said it’s unlikely she’ll change her mind about euthanizing Cocoa Puff.

Cocoa Puff doesn’t usually like outsiders, but she’d never attacked her owners before, Robert Mancini said.

“She never in our four years hurt anybody or threatened anybody … she was very loving to us.” Robert Mancini said.

clambie@hfxnews.southam.ca

© Copyright 2002 The Daily News

2002-05-05T17:12:00.000-07:00

Well well well. Another night with my good friend Mr. Tequila, and let me tell you this one topped them all. One of my friends had a party since his parents were away, inviting "anyone who is anyone" to come over and get drunk. All in all I think it was a success, nothing too much was broken, only a couple of fights, and a few people getting sick.

My good friend Roy came in very handy, I must say. For those of you who don't know, I will start at the beginning.

After our exams in January, there was a huge party at this guy's house who lived pretty far out. A bunch of us got drunk at my friend's house and took cabs to the party. Our cab driver's name was Roy, and he was quite the character. He ended up giving us his phone number to call in case we were stranded. Sure enough we called him later and he picked us up.

Then a couple of weeks ago I was stranded at Rob's, not able to get a cab home, so I called Roy, and he set me up with a friend who was close-by.

So last night, we decided at about 1:30 that it was about time to head home, so we went outside to check for any cabs and everyone was freaking out saying that it was going to take 45 minutes because they were so backed up...yadda yadda...

So I pull out the phone, say "guys, dont' worry about it" and dial up Roy. Here's the convo,
"Hello, Roy?"
"Yes, who would this be?"
"This is Stephanie, you gave me your number in case of emergencies a while back"
"Oh, Stephanie, what can I do for you?"
"Well Roy, we're ay 18 Whimsicle Lake Drive, you near-by?"
"I can be there in seven minutes"
"Great, could you bring a friend? There's a lot of us."
"Not a problem dear, I'll see what I can do"

Done, and done.

What a great guy that Roy is.

And what a great night that was. Next weekend, fashion show wrap-party, it can only get better from here.

2002-04-27T21:18:00.000-07:00

I want to go to bed. And these posts aren't working . . . so this is just a test. If it posts, wonderful.

2002-04-27T21:16:00.000-07:00

I just had the brilliant thought of all brilliant thoughts. I will soon be starting up a mullet picture extravaganza, and I know exactly how to do it. Sweet.

2002-04-27T21:12:00.000-07:00

Well, although it says at the top that I'm a 100% bitch I'm really only 59% . . . still high, I know. I just figured out how to change the graphic from 59% to 100%, and so I did it. Fun stuff. I'm so bored. If that goddamn comment section doesn't start to work I'm going to scream.

2002-04-21T11:17:00.000-07:00

Well I sure haven't posted anything in a while...sorry about that. I'm getting kindo-f pissed off that the comment section isn't working, I think maybe I'll do something about that. What exactly I'll do, I haven't yet decided. Maybe a threatening letter would do the trick.

So I've been keeping busy lately, with the Musical and the Fashion Show and all. Our scene for the Fashion Show is totally going to kick ass. I mean, how could it not kick ass, we're ten girls on stage doing aerobics in silly little aerobics outfits. That, I'm kind-of nervous about. We don't get to pick what we wear, I could end up in short spandex shorts and a sports bra...and no I wouldn't want that. Yeah so enough about my boring life :o)

10 Things That Piss Me Off
(no, I didn't make it up, okay)

1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time. I know where my watch is buddy, where the fuck is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the bathroom is?

2. The Pillsbury doughboy is way too happy considering he has no dick.

3. People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the TV and change the channel manually.

4. When people say, ''Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too. ''Fuck off. What good is a goddamn cake you can't eat? What, should I eat someone else's cake instead?

5. When people say, ''It's always in the last place you look.'' Of course it is. Why the fuck would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they?

6. When people say, while watching a movie, ''Did you see that?'' No dicknose, I paid $7.50 to come to the theatre and stare at the ceiling?

7. The radio ad: ''Hi, I'm Jeff Healey from the Jeff Healey Band. Don't drink and drive. I don't.'' Well, I hope you don't drive sober either Mr. Healey. You're blind for God's sake

8. People who ask, ''Can I ask you a question?'' Didn't really give me a choice, didja there buddy?

9. When something is ''new and improved.'' Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it.

10. When a cop pulls you over and then asks if you know how fast you were going? You should know asshole, you fucking pulled me over.

2002-04-17T19:41:00.000-07:00

Well, if I haven't poseted this yet, and I Don't think that I have, I quit my job the other day. When I say that I'm half-lying, see I didn't really quit, I just said that I wasn't working there this summer and that I was going away to school in the fall.

Anyway, I'm really happy to get out of this place. Something happened at work last night (and luckily I wasn't there to experience it) and it could very well have been me there.

I had a headache yesterday at school, and so I called into work, asking for Jerry (full-time guy) to find a replacement for my shift. He did, and Chrissy came in, bless her heart. So I'm sitting at home, talking on the phone, as usual (yeah yeah, the headache went away, I really did have one), and I got a beep. I think I kept Rob waiting for a while while I listened in shock and disbelief to what Chrissy was telling me.

Enough suspense? Okay, well it's not that great of a story, but I'll get to the point. Usually at work we're out of the store at 9:01. The mall closes at 9:00, we count the cash beforehand, shut the doors at 9:00, and go home. Well last night, Chrissy was having some trouble matching the totals, so she was still there at about 9:05. She had the front doors closed, so imagine her surprise when she hears someone coming in the back way.

So she pretty much thinks she's going to be robbed or something worse, and she realizes it's Jerry (full-time guy) storming in through the back door. As strange as it was, she started to tell him about what was wrong, how the totals wouldn't match up, and (like Jerry always does), he pushed her out of the way to see if he could "fix it."

This is when she smelled the vodka leaking from his pores. He was all sweaty and apparently he hadn't been home yet. She took him off at five, and it was then nine o'clock. The phone rang and it was Juanita (wife, or something), and he proceeded to get into a shouting profanities match over the phone with her. Chrissy didn't get him to leave for 25 minutes.

He was so drunk, he had been drinking for four hours, and hadn't eaten. I realize that this is what I do at parties, but I don't go to a toy store and shout profanities at my wife after closing time while the 20 year-old part time girl has to watch.

So Chrissy calls me wondering what to do, I tell her to call Debbie (the manager). Jerry was at work today, but he looked pissed. He has no right to be pissed. Fuck, I never really liked him in the first place, now I have a damn good reason not to.

2002-04-15T19:34:00.000-07:00

So I was just being bored, doing . . . "research" . . . for a Biology project that I should probably do someday, when somehow I came across this really weird site. Actually, to tell you the truth, I was being silly, thinking about the last post that I had written, and I typed into the search engine, "Is there a God?" and strangely enough this popped up.

Remember the Magic-8 balls that you used to play with growing up? Okay, so maybe some of us still play with them. Anyway, on this site, you type in a question, and it comes up with some biblical passages that it "thinks" will help you out with whatever it is you may be wondering.

Let's play, shall we? I typed in, "So really, is there a God or what?" And it told me this: "JOE 2:24 And the floors shall be full of wheat, and the vats shall overflow with wine and oil."

Okay, so maybe it's just rusty its first time. Let's try another one. "What does summer have in store for me?" Biblomancy says, "
EZE 10:20 This is the living creature that I saw under the God of Israel by the river of Chebar; and I knew that they were the cherubims."

So what's the deal with this anyway? It's not like hard-core catholics are all for internet fortune telling, but it seems to me it's a little bit cheap using the Bible to sell a webpage.

Not that I'm pro-Bible or anything. I read Genesis. It was my intention to read the whole thing, to try and understand what the hell everyone's going on about, but I can honestly say that I decided not to bother.

Oh well. I thought I'd write a post about God, but it turned out to be jibberish. I'll post my views and beliefs some other day. Though there's not much on the belief side, there is very much on the views side.

2002-04-15T19:01:00.000-07:00

The plans are set, I have a home for the summer. Now all I need is a job. Only problem is that the moment that I decide to make a change in my life, things start to fall into place at home. Like, really falling into place. This is always the way it is, and I think it's God's way of saying, "You don't think church is such a good idea? I'll get you for this." Oh well God, I'll figure it out.

2002-04-13T13:19:00.000-07:00

It makes me sad that I will soon be leaving my lovely job at Penny Whistles & Playthings. It saddens me even more when I realize that I won't be meeting these disturbing (and yet oh-so-sexy) pedophiles anymore.

If you read my post on March 28th, you'll know what I'm talking about. (Midgit man, ring a bell?) Well anyway, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I heard one of the best (and by best I mean worst) pick-up lines I have ever heard.

So for some reason it was a quiet Saturday. I was alone in the store looking up cheap hotels for all you crazy PEI-ers who are coming to visit me, and in walks this guy. At first I thought, Oh, this guy seems nice, and I'm so bored. I'll talk to him (Big mistake numero-uno)

He asks me how much the mini-tents are, and I tell him $39.95. He says how they are really small, and I'm like, "Well, yes, they are made for children. Children are small." Then he proceeds to ask me:

"So, have you got any kids?"

It wouldn't have been so bad if he'd just asked. But he had to check me out, and raise one eyebrow while he asked me. I said, "No. No, I don't have any kids," and just kind-of walked away to help a lady that had come in as he was creeping the hell out of me, over in the corner.

Later after th elady had left the store he proceeds to ask me about the nightlife in Halifax because apparently, being in his mid-twenties and living in Dartmouth, he doesn't know much about the Halifax night-life. (For those of the geographically-challenged bunch, Dartmouth is just across the harbour from Halifax. Connected by a short bridge. Two, as a matter of fact). I guess that was a fair enough pick-up line, but I'm sorry. You do not pick up toy store employees while they are at work, unless they have shown clear interest in you already. Especially if you look like you just got off from working as a compost bin collector.

Do I have any kids? Please.

2002-04-11T13:48:00.000-07:00

It's time for another post dedicated solely to a complaint of mine. Lately I've been doing a lot of prep-work for our school's Fashion Show that we're putting on in May. (May 9 at QEHS, be there :o). This has included practices for our scene (grueling, but fun), as well as organizing stuff for the set. Today was the day to go shopping. Now don't get me wrong, I LOVE to shop, and it doesn't matter what I'm shopping for just as long as I'm spending money...and preferrably not my own money. Anyway, besides the point. Yesterday a cheque was written to me for $150 that another girl and I were to spend on supplies. Fun, right? (Well, to me anyway). No. This girl, this goddamn girl, I swear. If I had to spend ten minutes more with her I would have snapped.

How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways...

Number one, please do not end your sentences with a question-sound every time. "I think maybe I like this colour?" "I think maybe we should buy some of these?" "I think maybe this should go over there?" . . . "I think maybe I'm going to slap you in the face to shut you up!" And for god sakes, get the word "maybe" out of your vocabulary would you?

Number two, if you plucked any more of your eyebrows you wouldn't have any. And it's not that they are thin, no that's not the problem. It seems to me that she does it from the inside so she's got like two inches between them. Picture that.

Number three, pointy bras went out in the 80's, like ten minutes after Madonna made the video for "Like a Virgin." Enough said.

Number four, stop asking me questions! "What do you want to get first?" "Where do you want to go?" "Do you want me to carry that?" "Which red should we use? Apple red? Cinnamon red?" I don't fucking care!!

That's all I can come up with for why she's so irritating. It's not that she isn't a nice girl, but...she's got her...quirks. You'd have to meet her. Except, try not to.

Onto other business, I think I might have figured out the comment section. Now don't go and embarass me by not commenting, say something dammit!

2002-04-10T16:19:00.000-07:00

The other day, I got to thinking. Thinking about why those silly grade ten girls wear flip flops to school on days when it's supposed to snow, just because "It's Spring!!!!!" thinking about how I was hungry, and most importantly thinking about how I need a change. And what better time for a change than this summer?

The only problem I was faced with was, "What exactly will this change consist of?" As I was writing an e-mail to a good friend of mine, it struck me. "I'll move to PEI!" I thought, "What a grand idea it would be!" So, so far I've looked into it a little bit, and I'm kind-of planning on asking my grandmother if I can live with her for the two months that I would be there. I'm sure she wouldn't mind. Well maybe she would mind, but I think a few of my friends are interested in the idea, so we might all go and rent a place or something.

As of now, the plans are quite shakey. But, as time goes by, I'm applying for jobs, and I hope to make myself a load of money. We all know I'll end up spending it on things that I shouldn't, knowing the lifestyles of all of you wonderfully amazing fun PEI people, but it will no doubt be worth it in the end.

I'm going to go now, perhaps clean my room, perhaps get a snack, perhaps shut the door so that my mother thinks I'm cleaning my room when I'm really just listening to music. Either way it will get her off my back for a little while about the whole, "Stephanie, your room is a disaster," thing.

Any of you PEIers out there who have suggestions about where to live, or where to work, message me on MSN!

2002-04-10T12:33:00.000-07:00

"Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it."

- Robert Frost

Don't you think? :o)

2002-04-08T15:22:00.000-07:00

Okay, so I'm really lazy, but I feel like making a post today. I found some Jack Handey quotes a few minutes, I used to look them up a while back until I got sick of them (okay, I didn't really actually get sick of them). But anyway, I thought I'd paste some in here for the enjoyment of others.

I bet when the Neanderthal kids would make a snowman, someone would always end up saying, "Don't forget the thick, heavy brows." Then they would all get embarrassed because they remembered they had the big hunky brows too, and they'd get mad and eat the snowman.

Maybe in order to understand mankind, we have to look at the word itself: "Mankind". Basically, it's made up of two separate words - "mank" and "ind". What do these words mean ? It's a mystery, and that's why so is mankind.

I guess we were all guilty, in a way. We all shot him, we all skinned him, and we all got a complimentary bumper sticker that said, "I helped skin Bob."

If you saw two guys named Hambone and Flippy, which one would you think liked dolphins the most? I'd say Flippy, wouldn't you? You'd be wrong, though. It's Hambone.

When I was a kid my favorite relative was Uncle Caveman. After school we'd all go play in his cave, and every once in a while he would eat one of us. It wasn't until later that I found out that Uncle Caveman was a bear.

I don't guess I've ever been as scared as when I was waiting in the principal's office. Finally he came in and sat down. He didn't say anything, he just looked at me. Then he pulled a copy of Playboy out. "Is this yours?" he said. "No," I said, "is this yours?" And I pulled out my penis. I guess I wasn't as scared as I thought.

If Alien was my friend, I'd like to be with him when he went to the dentist. When they started drilling, he'd probably go nuts and start eating everybody. That Alien!

To me, it's always a good idea to always carry two sacks of something when you walk around. That way, if anybody says, "Hey, can you give me a hand?," you can say, "Sorry, got these sacks."

If I had a mine shaft, I don't think I would just abandon it. There's got to be a better way.

I guess I kinda lost control, because in the middle of the play I ran up and lit the evil puppet villain on fire. No, I didn't. Just kidding. I just said that to help illustrate one of the human emotions, which is freaking out. Another emotion is greed, as when you kill someone for money, or something like that. Another emotion is generosity, as when you pay someone double what he paid for his stupid puppet.

I think there should be something in science called the "reindeer effect." I don't know what it would be, but I think it'd be good to hear someone say, "Gentlemen, what we have here is a terrifying example of the reindeer effect."

I saw on this nature show how the male elk douses himself with urine to smell sweeter to the opposite sex. What a coincidence!

It makes me mad when I go to all the trouble of having Marta cook up about a hundred drumsticks, then the guy at Marineland says, "You can't throw that chicken to the dolphins. They eat fish." Sure they eat fish, if that's all you give them! Man, wise up.

I can still recall old Mr. Barnslow getting out every morning and nailing a fresh load of tadpoles to that old board of his. Then he'd spin it round and round, like a wheel of fortune, and no matter where it stopped he'd yell out, "Tadpoles! Tadpoles is a winner!" We all thought he was crazy. But then, we had some growing up to do.

A funny thing to do is, if you're out hiking and your friend gets bitten by a poisonous snake, tell him you're going to go for help, then go about ten feet and pretend that *you* got bit by a snake. Then start an argument with him about who's going to go get help. A lot of guys will start crying. That's why it makes you feel good when you tell them it was just a joke.

I think a good product would be "Baby Duck Hat". It's a fake baby duck, which you strap on top of your head. Then you go swimming underwater until you find a mommy duck and her babies, and you join them. Then, all of a sudden, you stand up out of the water and roar like Godzilla. Man, those ducks really take off! Also, Baby Duck Hat is good for parties.

As the snow started to fall, he tugged his coat tighter around himself. Too tight, as it turned out. "This is the fourth coat crushing this year", said the sergeant as he outlined the body with a special pencil that writes on snow.

I bet the main reason the police keep people away from a plane crash is they don't want anybody walking in and lying down in the crash stuff, then, when somebody comes up, act like they just woke up and go, "What was THAT?!"

Sometimes I think the world has gone completely mad. And then I think, "Aw, who cares?" And then I think, "Hey, what's for supper?"

If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."

If you ever fall off the Sears Tower, just go real limp, because maybe you'll look like a dummy and people will try to catch you because, hey, free dummy.

If you're a young Mafia gangster out on your first date, I bet it's real embarrassing if someone tries to kill you

You know what would make a good story? Something about a clown who makes people happy, but inside he's real sad. Also, he has severe diarrhea.

To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've wondered where this started, and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus, and a clown killed my dad.

Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I'll go over to the person's house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I'm gone, but you know what I've left on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of it's head with a note that says "You." After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.

Anytime I see something screech across a room and latch onto someone's neck, and the guy screams and tries to get it off, I have to laugh, because what is that thing?

One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take my little nephew to Disneyland, but instead I drove him to an old burned-down warehouse. "Oh, no," I said, "Disneyland burned down."
He cried and cried, but I think that deep down, he thought it was a pretty good joke. I started to drive over to the real Disneyland, but it was getting pretty late.

'The crow was calling his name', thought Caw.

And that's all. There are many more, and I'm thinking that maybe I should just put one up each day or something, But we all know that's not going to work, I'll forget about it in less than a week. And by a week from now I'll only have remembered to post twice anyway, so that doesn't work. Sign my guestbook!

:o)

2002-04-05T14:09:00.000-08:00

So, I've been told that, in so many words, my site sucks because I don't post often enough. I guess it could be worse...like, "Steph, you're not funny, shut the hell up," in which case I would take offense. People just think I'm lazy, and I'm okay with that.

My mother is sitting near me right now, watching the "New" Rosie O'Donnell Show, which is now the Caroline Rhea Show. Stupid show. Anyway, this post is going to be dedicated to my severe disgust with this show today and the stupidity that it brings.

There was this segment on retarded inventions on today's show. Well, I mean they had a different name for it besides "retarded inventions" but I don't remember and it doesn't matter. Let's explore some of them,

#1 Stupid Thing: "The three-legged pantyhose" (aka penis warmer for crossdressers) A novel idea, I must say, if you're are in fact a crossdressing man with a three-foot penis. Seriously though folks. Actually, the "brilliance" behind it is that if you get a run in your pantyhose (and ladies, you know what I'm talking about) you have an "extra leg" to use so you don't have to walk around with a run in the front. I'm sorry, but what exactly do you do with this "extra leg" when you're not using it? Stuff it inside of the top? Then even if you're a girl you'll look like a guy with that bulge in the front. Or you could put it in the back, but, well, I'm not so sure about that one either. And when you think about it, I'd rather walk around for a couple of hours with a run in my pantyhose than walk around with a bulging crotch. Anyway, regardless, the three-legged pantyhose get a 10 on my stupid-measurer meter.

#2 Stupid Thing: "Hands-Free Birdwatching" (aka I want to jack off while I watch my neighbour undress through her window). Yes, you heard me. These are binoculars, attached to some sort of device, that lets you "birdwatch" without holding up the binoculars. What a pervert.

#3 Stupid Thing: "Bumper Dumper" (aka How to take a dump off the back of your pick-up truck). This is actually a toilet seat that attaches to the back of your pick-up truck so that you can take a dump anywhere. I'd be worried about splashing though, being a girl and all. Can you imagine going and buying one of those things? What a stupid retard invention.

Before I go, I would like to apologize for any displays I may have made last Sunday night. I realize that I was quite drunk, as tequila can do that to a person, and fear that I may have made quite the ass of myself. So to anyone who was there, "Oops, Sorry!" and I'll be there next time :o)

Anyway, it's Zoodle time, and then movie time for Stephanie tonight, so I must be going. Sign my guestbook you fools.

2002-03-28T16:42:00.000-08:00

Well, upon talking to Jamie last night I thought it might be entertaining if I wrote about some unfortunate visitors that I have received at work in the past, blah. And since when I told him one of the stories in play format I thought maybe it would be a good idea to continue since I don't feel like just going into a long speil, blah. For those of you who don't get the "blah" joke, it's your loss that you didn't see Greg the Bunny last night. You don't know what you're missing.

MIDGIT MAN THE SAGA, PART ONE

It's approximately 8:00 on a cold December night. It's close enough to Christmas so that the single old men are starting to get depressed that they're alone, and the married old men are dragged to the mall with their wives to buy presents. In either case the men flock to "the Broiler Room" a seedy bar/pub at the Halifax Shopping Centre, to get really drunk, and smelly. Stephanie and Chantal, two blondes, are working at children's toy store "PennyWhistles and Playthings," and for a December evening, it's oddly quiet.

Enter Midgit Man. (MM for Short). He's very short (hence the nickname), and although the girls don't notice at first, he smells strongly of whisky. He's dark skinned (not naturally, he's just dirty) and he has dark teeth as well. Don't ask.

MM: Ladies! How are we doing tonight?

Ladies, hesitantly: Good thanks, and yourself sir?

MM: Oh, I'm not too bad, not too bad. Just... looking for a present for... my two neices!

Stephanie and Chantal look at each other as if to say, "YOU help him, I don't know what to do with him!"

Stephanie: Oh... well how old are they?

MM (looking to God for an answer): Two and threeeeeeee (he speaks with a lisp)

Stephanie (looking desperately for something so he can get the hell out of there): How about some dolls?

MM: Sure, I'll take some dolls, dolls sound like a great idea, dolls it is.

Stephanie (looking stunned): Okay, here are some dolls! (shows him some dolls)

MM: Dolls are perfect, Doll. (laughs at his own joke)

Chantal giggles at Stephanie's misfortune as she rings him in. He pulls from his pocket a wad of twenty-dollar bills, eying her slyly with one raised eyebrow. After he leaves the two laugh nervously about what just happened. Maybe he thought they were laughing at whatever he said trying to be funny as he left because he came back in moments later...

MM: I don't know how I forgot! I have...two...nephews to buy for!
(this is when the girls notice the stench of old booze and cigarette smoke on his breath)

Stephanie looks desperately at Chantal as the phone rings. Chantal pushes Stephanie out of the way to take the call.

Stephanie: ...Lego?

MM: Lego, lego sounds like a great idea, Doll. (laughs again)

Stephanie: Right. Well, here, how about this stuff.

(at this point she doesn't care how old the kids are, since she knows he's lying anyway)

MM: Wonderful. (winks)

(Stephanie rings him in again and he pays the $90 bill in cash again)
This time he strikes up a conversation.

MM: Say there, what do you say you take a break?

Stephanie: What? What are you talking about?

MM: You ever heard of the Broiler Room?

Stephanie: Yeah, it's a gross bar, right?

MM: No sweetie-pie, it's not gross...What do you say you take a break, go have some shots with me.

Stephanie: Shots? Are you kidding me?

MM: No, well, I mean, I think maybe you look a little young, but I'm sure the guys at the bar would let you in anyhow if you came with ME. (Points knowingly at his little chest)

Stephanie: I'm seventeen, leave me alone!

MM: You're pretty.

(Chantal's pissing herself laughing)

Stephanie: What? How about you leave.

MM: Alright babes, your loss.

And he leaves.

Like, what the hell? That is so freaking gross! Anyway, I'm sick of writing and I'm supposed to be babysitting. I'll probably do another post later. I'm sorry that story wasn't as funny as I meant for it to be. It was really gross at the time but I'm learning to laugh at it. This guy comes in once every couple of weeks, usually drunk.

Oh yeah, watch Greg the Bunny. Wednesday's at 10:30 on Fox.

2002-03-26T20:11:00.000-08:00

So I've been thinking...although I'm not sure what about. I think I'll write this blog about cats. Although the more preceptive may notice that my page consists of the colour pink, and some little kitties running up and down the sides. Trust me, if this wasn't pink, the cat motif would cease to exist. In fact, I'm thinking of changing the background because of the cats. Maybe I should explain.

I'm allergic to one thing and one thing only. Cats. (And dust, and cigarette smoke, and crap like that, but ESPECIALLY cats). Anyway. I feel that the allergy that I have is the root of the hate, but it goes deeper than that. Into the thngs that are deeper than roots. What is that? What am I, a doctor?

So let's see, what don't I like about cats? Well you could start with their arrogance. Always thinking they're better than dogs. And leopards. And people. I'll admit, there are some people that aren't as great as some cats, but the majority of people kick the majority of cats asses.

Also, I don't like how they're so sneaky. Like they're always plotting something against the entire world. I have no statement to back that up, but it is entirely true. Just trust me.

Someone told me once that my dog was kind of like a cat. I killed him.

By the way, no offense if you're a cat lover. I'm not going to discriminate, it's a disability you can't handle yourself. Get help.

Just kidding. But I didn't speak to him for several days. He said she's arrogant, and likes to sleep in the sun. He in fact was an idiot and liked to sleep in the bathtub, but I didn't discriminate.

Anyway, this is going nowhere fast. By the way, that statement made no sense, at all. Notice that? I hate it when people say things like that. It's like referring to British fashion, or drinking non-alcoholic beer, or a nice/cute/tame/sweet cat. I guess that's why they're called oxymorons. Because only morons use the terms. By the way I used the term "going nowhere fast" as a seguey to this bit, I didn't mean it. I promise.

I'm going to bed.

2002-03-21T20:09:00.000-08:00

Ahh. Well it is now about 12:00 am, exactly, and I have returned from the dance at school. And what a dance it was. I'll say that now because in the morning I will do no remembering. DiD that make sense? Probably not. I had a great talk with an old friend tonight which made me kind of happy, and I think helped to cheer him up too. We sure won't get into what was wrong right now, but yeah, whatever. If the talk didn't cheer him up god dammit the ice cream did. I don't know of anyone who can be upset after splitting an Oreo Mc Flurrie with a gal like me. Unless of course I eat it all, but I didn't do that tonight.

So onto the important business. Upon the return of my trip I have one thing to say and one thing to say only. Actually, make that two things. 1) (the original statement) Hawaii kicks ass, yeah that's right I was in Hawaii. If you want to kill me, you can kiss my ass while you're at it. 2) Airplanes suck ass, and anyone who disagrees with me cann kiss mine. I have many reasons for which that I will discuss with you presently.

1) The seatbelts. There are a couple of things wrong with the whole seatbelt process, but firstly my first observation first. First. Hah...yeah that's not funny. As I was sitting in my teeny tiny hospitality class seat I can to realize the grotesque length of my seatbelt. "Why," I thought, "At least they make seatbelt for whales." Then as I investigated further I noticed that the seat is not too much bigger than my ass. "So," I thought, "Maybe if you're larger than life you have to buy two seats for yourself, and the seatbelt is made to fit around your bluging belly." As much sense as this makes, it is not the case. Upon further study I saw that the armrest did not in fact flip up as I had previously assumed. The armrest remained jabbing into my side throughout the entire eleven and a half fucking hour flight. I don't swear often so you can see I feel strongly about this one. Maybe if you were pregnant with septuplets or something, then you'd have a small bum and a big ass belly...or if you were pregnant with a horse, or an elephant...but no, no I don't think that Air fucking Canada is that accomodatingto freaks like you. Stupid waste of seatbelt material. Twice as much as they need. That's half of the money used for seatbelts in a plane saved right there. Maybe then they could feel me some real food. Oh yeah and another thing about seatbelts. If you actually have to pay attention to that goddamn movie they play for you at the beginning of every fucking flight to learn how to put on your seatbelt you should be shot. Plain and simple. On that note, I'm going to post this and prove myself to be a drunken idiot once again. Did I just say that I was drunk? I'm not drunk, I'm just feeling festive. Oh yeah and for those of you who are feeling sour about not being on my favorite links page, you just wait you'll be on top of the list in no time. If y'all haven't noticed I'm not the Queen of Webpage Making, so I'll get around to it :o) Until next time, just hang loose.

2002-03-05T17:45:00.000-08:00

So before I go away I thought maybe I'd do one final post. That makes four. Woo-hoo, I kick ass. Anyway, so I was thinking today, after receiving a phone call from once again another telemarketer. I have this theory. I think that when companies need people to work for them as telemarketers, people are obviously like "screw you, I hate telemarketers, why the hell would I want to be one?" So then the company is screwed, because the only people that will work for them are students that want to make $10 an hour for pissing people off. Come to think about it, that wouldn't be so bad. But anyway, so the company's like, "damn, we're screwed, we need three times as many employees as we have now so that we can call the same people three times a day. what to do?" so then they think about it for a little while, and here is what I believe that they do. I think they go to foreign countries, like Tuvalu, for example. They go to Tuvalu and pick up 50,000 Tuvalunians and drag them back to Canada, sit them in their warehouse call centre, and give them a script and say "sound it out." And that's what they do. I mean, have you ever noticed? Telemarketers really really don't have understandable accents. Really. Some are French, and that's understandable because people from Quebec love to piss off us English people so of course they're going to call us with a survey on pencil lead. So yeah, that's my theory. Plucking Tuvalunians from their sweaty houses and giving them a script to read. I think at the topof the script it says "Make sure they can only understand every second word. And no matter what, mispronounce the name of the person you are calling." God dammit, what's the point. Oh well, I'm going away tomorrow, no more phone calls for me for two whole weeks. Link me to your pages and sign the guestbook!

2002-03-04T15:06:00.000-08:00

I guess I kinda lost control, because in the middle of the play I ran up and lit the evil puppet villain on fire. No, I didn't. Just kidding. I just said that to help illustrate one of the human emotions, which is freaking out. Another emotion is greed, as when you kill someone for money, or something like that. Another emotion is generosity, as when you pay someone double what he paid for his stupid puppet.

2002-03-03T19:42:00.000-08:00

This evening I had a wonderful conversation with my good friend whose name I cannot mention for fear of him beating me in a battle of words. (I.e. "rgwew!") His name starts with a "C" and ends with "orey." Anyway, for those of you who do not know this fine specimin, he looks somewhat like Ja Rule. Actually, he's the Michael Jackson of Ja Rule. So basically he's Ja Rule, but white. Now, Corey seems to be offended by this, so perhaps I shouldn't be writing of such things...oh well. I mean, it could be worse...he could actually look like Michael Jackson or something horrendous like that. Not that Michael Jackson isn't...oh never mind. I started off not wanting to offend anyone on here, but I've already said that Corey looks like Ja Rule, which he'll hate me for. Actually I'll bet he forgets tomorrow once Passions comes on. That Migeul, he'll take your mind off of anything. Sorry, it's bash Corey night. I can't help it, I'm tired and I didn't see sunlight today. For the record, Corey's a good guy.
Onto a more important note, I will be leaving you, my fans, in three days. I'll not say where I'm going, because of those crazy internet freaks out there who could stalk me. It's funny because I actually think I'm that desirable. Good thing I haven't figured out the guestbook thing yet or else I'd be getting nasty comments from Ja Rule's other half over there. Oh, wait a minute, I did get the guestbook figured out. So sign it already! I'll go watch Jackass now before I get myself into any more trouble.

2002-02-28T16:08:00.000-08:00

Well here I am. I originally didn't want to have a blog page, but I got to thinking. Why not? I mean, maybe it won't be as funny as some people's, but I'll try not to bore you all to tears with my random antics. I make no promises. If you don't like it, you can all just eat my ass alright?

I've got to figure out how to get pictures on here. If anyone knows, sign the guestbook or something, and I'll try it out. I'm not sure how to check the guestbook yet, but I'll get to that.

This blog page is going to be dedicated, as titled, to my random thoughts. I'm always thinking about stupid things, so I figre what's the harm in writing it down once in a while? No harm I suppose. Plus, all you guys that have blog pages make me jealous that I don't have one. So now I no longer have to feel inferior to you all. Here I am.