:: My Blog's Name is Jennifer ::

:: Monday, December 30, 2002 ::

Wow, I've gone out THREE days in a row! And I'm going out tonight AGAIN! This is pretty unprecedented for me, so I'm rather excited. Last night, Tracey, Brianna, Ryan, and I all went to the Block just to wander around for a while, which is enough for me to declare it a super-fun evening. (Though not as fun as Super Fun...)

The night kind of all melded together, so I'm just going to pick out some highlights. We listened to a most disturbing (yet very hilarious) Speed Racer song that was stuck in my head ALL night on the way there, and when we were actually in the place I saw good old Devon, who works in the Levis store now. Then Ryan and I decided we were hungry so we went to an ATM so he could get money, but he claimed it was broken so we went off to another...turns out he just was swiping it the wrong way the whole time. What a loser. We ate at Rubios, which was not as delicious as I hoped, but at least they all got to see some drama alumni. Finally, we went to the Power House arcade, where, after being so influenced by Larry and Jessi, the first thing I looked for was DDR. They had three of them, but only two couples we watched were really any good, and both the girls used Alice.

The Block soon got boring, so we went to Blockbuster to pick out a movie to watch. We spent a lot of time reminiscing over the old kiddie movies we'd seen, and in doing so we decided to watch The Last Unicorn. Obviously, Ryan had no say in the matter. When we were standing in line, Nigel, Kyle, and Chris came in. I'm really glad I got to see Chris while I was here, since he is genuinely one of the very greatest guys in the world. This means I got to see TWO of my AVID friends last night. Oh, where do the years go? No, seriously. I really want to know.

We made fun of The Last Unicorn for a while at Bri's house. A lot of it just did not make sense, and the setting looked suspiciously like Middle Earth. After a pillow fight in which we totally messed up Bri's closet bed, we watched some Adult Swim and then we all went home. Yay.

Hmm. It seems to me that the entries in which I simply recount my activities on a given day are considerably less interesting than ones where I just go off on a tangent. Hmmm...oh well!

I woke up this morning to find my brother let one of his creepy little friends in the house without letting me know, so I just walked in the front room in my pjs to find this kid LEERING at me. For God's sake, my brother knows he's not allowed to have friends in the house anyway. I hate my brother.


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:: Mac 11:47 AM [+] ::
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Let's start from the beginning.

Yesterday night, I was SUPPOSED to go out with Tracey, Brianna, and Ryan, but it slowly dwindled until it was down to just Tracey and me. Ryan ended up hanging out with other friends, and Bri just could go, so we just went to Denny's for ice cream. And that was nice all on its own. We had a good talk, which everyone needs from time to time. Personally, though, I'd say the highlights of the night were when we made up our own, creepy lyrics to "Answer the Phone" by Sugar Ray (already a creepy song, when you think about it) and then at Denny's when the server (who I used to tutor) took me seriously when I told her that in Indiana we eat raw corn right off the stalk that grows inside the actual classroom.

Then today, I got to go out AGAIN! I feel so very popular. I went to the Main Place with Annie, to basically do very little shopping and just hang around. Ahhh, my mall, how I missed it. Now I know what Brodie from "Mallrats" felt like. We spent about four hours there, just wandering around and whatnot. She gave me a Weezer calender and a Blockbuster gift card, and I bought her a nifty They Might Be Giants CD, but otherwise we just wandered around making fun of stuff. Oh! I saw, in person, that toilet golf game they've shown on tv once or twice at the "As Seen On TV" store. I think it's called "Tee Time" or something. Annie knows. I really thought that was some sort of bizarre joke, but it's a product that allows who to practice your putting while in the bathroom.

Oh, what fun has been had...

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:: Mac 7:24 PM [+] ::
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My older brother has come home for a few days. This time, I made sure to not get excited at all as I was sure to be disappointed, and I was right! He's such a jerk and, apparently, knows everything. He really thinks he's better than me, but for what reason I can't understand. Here is a list of things he's did when he was younger than me:

* gotten drunk
* gotten high
* gotten arrested

And what I've done while younger than him:

* graduated from high school
* moved out of the house
* gotten a job

On a distantly related note, I just found out the last of my final grades. For the first time since freshman year in high school, I managed straight A's. I am as puzzled and shocked as some of you no doubt must be. Of course, I had no math or science courses this semester, which explains a bit. Next year, that will change dramatically. Oh well! I shall enjoy my 4.0 while I can.

Well, I'm off to talk to Larry some more.






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:: Mac 8:46 PM [+] ::
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Tonight my family got a Christmas tree for the first time in about five years. I don't know what I think about it exactly. We have no decorations for it other than lights. Well, my brother got one of those things of candy canes where they're all connected in a sort of chain via their wrappers. Rather than unwrap them and hang them separately on the branches, he just threw the whole thing directly on the tree. The needles will be everywhere. It's already drying out. At least it smells nice...sort of.

I don't think I have the Christmas spirit.
:: Mac 8:51 PM [+] ::
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:: Mac 3:33 PM [+] ::
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Last night I got to hang out with Tracey and Brianna for the first time in nine million years (more or less). We went to go see Two Towers and what fun times were had. Like when Legolas jumped over the horse and slid down the stairs. And when the tree was on fire, and when we thought Sam and Frodo were going to kiss. And when the guy next to us told us to shut the fuck up...ahhh, what a night. Seriously.

Afterwards, we went to Denny's. Mmmm.

Terrible entry. I'm sorry. It was much more fun than I make it seem. I just can't concentrate at the moment...I wonder why?
:: Mac 10:09 PM [+] ::
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I Am A: Lawful Good Elf Ranger Bard


Alignment:
Lawful Good characters are the epitome of all that is just and good. They believe in order and governments that work for the benefit of all, and generally do not mind doing direct work to further their beliefs.


Race:
Elves are the eldest of all races, although they are generally a bit smaller than humans. They are generally well-cultured, artistic, easy-going, and because of their long lives, unconcerned with day-to-day activities that other races frequently concern themselves with. Elves are, effectively, immortal, although they can be killed. After a thousand years or so, they simply pass on to the next plane of existance.


Primary Class:
Rangers are the defenders of nature and the elements. They are in tune with the Earth, and work to keep it safe and healthy.


Secondary Class:
Bards are the entertainers. They sing, dance, and play instruments to make other people happy, and, frequently, make money. They also tend to dabble in magic a bit.


Deity:
Mielikki is the Neutral Good goddess of the forest and autumn. She is also known as the Lady of the Forest, and is the Patron of Rangers. Her followers are devoted to nature, and believe in the positive and outreaching elements of it. They use light armor, and a variety of weapons suitable for hunting, which they are quite skilled at. Mielikki's symbol is a unicorn head.


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:: Mac 7:39 PM [+] ::
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I have been back in Anaheim since yesterday afternoon. The first flight, from Evansville to Cincinnati, was less than an hour long, but it was pretty bumpy and scary since I was alone. After that, the flight to Los Angeles wasn't too bad, despite the fact it was four hours long, since I was with my Dad and it was surprisingly smooth.

The weird thing about leaving home is, when you come back after a long time, it turns out that life has gone on without you. For instance, my little brother is now taller than me and his voice changed. That's pretty damn weird. Also, I got used to the immaculate cleanliness of school. This apartment is absolutely filthy. I'm no longer immune to that, I guess.

After getting back, the first place we ate was Don Jose in Huntington Beach. FINALLY, some good Mexican food! Needless to say, I cleaned my plate. Then I came home and slept. It wasn't very exciting, but for God's sake, it was a long day. Stop judging me, okay?!

This morning I went to old Loara for the AVID Christmas Party, which alumni are always invited to. Surprisingly, I ate very little free food. But I DID get to see such friends as Miguel, Angel, Josh, Cinthia, Denise, and Judy. At some point, Judy, Denise, and I went to the Block and got Jamba Juice just for the hell of it. Mmmm, Peach Pleasure smoothie. I think I could drink that non-stop forever and not get tired of it. While there, by total accident, I got to see Courtney too! Then, because I'm a nerd, I went back to the school.

At lunch I went to the drama room and hung out with Annie, Betty, and (for some reason) "Satan's Spawn". I really missed Annie. I mean, I missed all the other people too, but Annie's one of my best friends ever. I even stayed in the hated drama class so I could talk to her for a while. Also, I wanted to elbow Aaron like the good old days (if anyone even remembers what THAT means).

Eventually, during the last period of the day, I was about to leave when out of no where, Steven appears in a doorway! Mock Trial Steve! Now, the thing about him is, even though he's two years younger than me, his sense of humor is exactly the same as mine. I don't think we've ever had a serious conversation, which can be good! So I stuck around for the rest of the period and hung out with him and Bridget (who's been nominated for Mock Trial attorney of the year). The class was watching Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer in spanish. Weird.

Oh, and I saw Ryan too! Hi Ryan! And Janet too!

I still need to see Tracey! And Bri! And whoever else would even care to see me. Call or email me! My schedule's wiiiiiiiiiiiide open. Here is some incentive...Below are all the possible conversation topics we can have!

* How great my boyfriend is
* That thing I saw on TV
* Remember that time...?
* Interesting dreams I've had
* College
* The differences between IN and CA
* How much I hate Loara Theatre Arts
* Oh, and how are you?

Haha, now the calls will just be POURING in...
:: Mac 3:56 PM [+] ::
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Things I miss in California:

* my family
* my friends (except Annie, who I secretly hate)
* George the parakeet
* good Mexican food
* all the places I've eaten at for years
* the smell of the ocean
* mountains
* excessive sarcasm
* good malls
* familarity
* big cities
* jacaranda trees


Things I will miss in Indiana:

* my friends
* Larry
* my computer
* snow
* the smell of cleanliness
* kamikaze squirrels
* this strange sense of independence
* accomplishment
* when people say "ooooh" after I tell them I'm from CA
* the fact I haven't really been depressed here
* being 1994 miles from my family
* lack of palm trees
:: Mac 8:18 PM [+] ::
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Lightning with no thunder or rain. Interesting. Oh wait, there's the thunder. Or a very large car starting up. No, it was thunder. And here comes the rain...
:: Mac 4:54 PM [+] ::
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I finished all my finals, and I think they went well. Of my five classes, I already know my final grades for three of them, but I'm not going to waste space recording any of that until I know all five, which probably won't be until Monday. In any case, the semester's over, so theoretically I can relax.

But I CAN'T! Because I have to fly home tomorrow! Now, I miss home and all, but I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE flying! And HATE once more! It freaks the hell out of me. I can't relax at all the entire time I'm in the air, just dreading each coming second. I get so scared. For some reason, public speaking is the number one phobia in the world, which makes NO sense to me at all, since at least you're safe when you're speaking, while when you're flying you're thousands upon thousands of miles in the air.

Damn. I'm so scared. I hate being so scared.

Arrrr. Maybe more later.



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:: Mac 10:03 AM [+] ::
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This is a stream of concsciousness blog entry. My topic is...Russian Brides (Jessi gave this to me, probably from the same junk email I got.)

I wonder how brides in Russia dress. We're all led over here to believe the Russians are horribly poor and stand in line for hours and hours just to get a Big Mac at McDonald's, the ultimate symbol of American capitalism, but who knows? Maybe they're happy and Big Mac-less and relatively wealthy. Maybe our government's just telling us this sort of crap so we can be appreciative of the glories of the our nation, the red, white, and blue. Maybe their brides are happier than the ones here, laughing angels in white.

I wonder what it looks like in Russia. We picture it snowy, the Siberian tundra, but it can't all be like that. There has to be a shining sun somewhere in that land, but all we ever see are pictures of a cloudy sky, all gray and white and cold and snow. So we think they're not happy. We think it's better here. But who knows? Life there could be blue skies and flowers, contentedness and warmth.

Come to think of it, how do they picture American brides in Russia? Are they painted up dolls, buried in lace and beading, greedy in their extravagence? Are they sad and bitter and crafty, knowing their marriages will inevitably end in divorce? Or do they even take the time to wonder about us at all, our brides or our skies or anything else at all? We like to think so. This is the land of opportunity, right? The Land of the Golden Mountain? Don't simple peasants in foreign lands sit by their stoves and dream of the great leader of democracy, the place where a nothing can become something? That's what they tell us. I doubt it.

But at least Russia can be content that, right now, someone is thinking about it.

:: Mac 9:38 PM [+] ::
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You are Max Fischer! Often, you find that you are the only one who finds your sick sense of humor amusing. The few friends that you have are the best friends that you will ever know. You tend to lie about yourself in order to get people to like you, but your adorable looks make up for all of that. Things never go as you plan, but something better always comes along for you. Sig transit gloria.

:: Mac 9:05 PM [+] ::
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I was going to try for a stream of consciousness blog entry, but I lost interest. Go figure. So instead, I'm going to present two features I haven't done in a while.

THINGS THAT CONSTANTLY VEX ME...Part Four

* When random guys IM me to "hook up" and then cuss me out when I ignore them.
* Non-boneless chicken.
* My inherent laziness.
* When things aren't where they're supposed to be.
* Paranoia.
* Icy wind blowing directly in my face no matter what direction I walk.
* Famous, yet completely unfunny, comedians.
* Lack of Del Taco.
* Ebola-ridden circus chimps.
* That blasted smug hound in "Duck Hunt."
:: Mac 8:51 PM [+] ::
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Excerpts from the Annie-Log...Part Two

June 12, 2002
I just graduated from high school. Annie gave me a sign, and she almost spelled my name right. I'm so proud of her.

June 20, 2002
I saw "Spirit - Stallion of the Cimmaron" with Annie at the Block today. She ate sushi at Wolfgang's. I wish I could be cool and eat exotic raw food like her.

July 7, 2002
Last night I cried myself to sleep because I'm too tall to look exactly like Annie. Why, god, WHY??

August 3, 2002
Soon I will move to Indiana, 1,994 miles away from Annie-heim.

August 20, 2002
My Orientation Leader's name is Annie. I wonder what Annie 1.0 is doing.


:: Mac 8:41 PM [+] ::
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I am the Dandy Most of us feel trapped within the limited roles that the world expects us to play. We are instantly attracted to those who are more fluid that we are - those who create their own persona. Dandies excite us because they cannot be categorized, and hint at a freedom we want for ourselves. They play with masculinity and femininity; they fashion their own physical image, which is always startling. Use the power of the Dandy to create an ambiguous, alluring presence that stirs repressed desires. Symbol: The Orchid. Its shape and colour oddly suggest both sexes, its odour is sweet and decadent - it is a tropical flower of evil. Delicate and highly cultivated, it is prized for its rarity; it is unlike any other flower.

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Ummm...I THINK this is saying I look like a guy...
:: Mac 8:23 PM [+] ::
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Obviously, I'm starting to archive my earlier entries, which are filled with old, non-working quiz results back when I had about four a day sometimes. I'm no where near done with it all; what I've done only covers the majority of June and everything previous to that. More will come later. Amazing what I can accomplish when I'm desperately avoiding writing a paper (my last one, too).
:: Mac 5:52 PM [+] ::
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:: Mac 4:35 PM [+] ::
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I also updated the links. I added one for exploding dog, which I always find to be interesting. I took down the link to Josh's journal. He hasn't updated since early September. Now, I love that boy to death, but for the moment I think that spot is better filled by Omar. When/if he updates, someone tell me so I can race to put it back up again.
:: Mac 9:43 AM [+] ::
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Oh. And today is the weird day in the year when my mom's birthday was yesterday and my brother's is tomorrow. Happy Birthday, you two schmoes who don't even know this blog exists!
:: Mac 9:38 AM [+] ::
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Let's take a moment to discuss finals. I wasn't afraid of them at first. Maybe it was just ignorance or my being naiive. Who knows? But then yesterday, a professor said the magic words:

"The final takes some people the whole two hours."

TWO hours?! TWO?? What the hell? I mean, I already knew it, but it just hadn't sunk in yet. TWO hours of tests. EACH. That's times FIVE. Which is...uh...TEN hours! Heaven of mercy! Well, I don't think they'll all last two hours completely. I'm praying they won't anyway, especially since I have two of them back to back on Friday. And it won't be a problem as long as I study.

Speaking of which...why am I online?!

Oh yeahhhh...talking to Larry. ^_^

:: Mac 9:36 AM [+] ::
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Marion and I always end up having the weirdest conversations...


MizzMarvelUE: Abrupt subject change.
Qwilleran1: remember, we occasionally do the stream of consciousness thing.
Qwilleran1: o.o
Qwilleran1: I've already had to remind you once before!
MizzMarvelUE: oh yeahhhh
Qwilleran1: you need a string!
MizzMarvelUE: i like string...kites are fun...until you get tangled in it...
Qwilleran1: oh, yeah?
Qwilleran1: dog leashes are much worse....
Qwilleran1: ...you will never know....
Qwilleran1: -_-
MizzMarvelUE: who let da dogz out?! woot woot woot!
Qwilleran1: #44!
Qwilleran1: go wooooooot!
Qwilleran1: wooooooot!
Qwilleran1: wooooooooot!
Qwilleran1: sean wooten!!!
Qwilleran1: Woooooooooooooooooooooot!
Qwilleran1: Woooooooooooot!
MizzMarvelUE: Smokey the Bear says, "Bears don't talk."
Qwilleran1: NOOOOOOOO,
Qwilleran1: he says "only YOU can prevent forest fires!'
MizzMarvelUE: Bears can't talk!!
Qwilleran1: CARTOON bears can
Qwilleran1: and DO
Qwilleran1: : p
MizzMarvelUE: Smokey is REAL. He is a REAL bear!
Qwilleran1: just ask yogi.
Qwilleran1: ask tenderheart
Qwilleran1: ask grumpy bear
MizzMarvelUE: Yogi was really a large cat, which do talk.
Qwilleran1: lucky bear
Qwilleran1: No, he's not real!
Qwilleran1: you must be dumb!
Qwilleran1: he's as real as the bear on the CA state flag.......
MizzMarvelUE: He IS real! I met him!!
MizzMarvelUE: He gave me a pet bunny...
Qwilleran1: o.O
Qwilleran1: I had a pet bunny.
MizzMarvelUE: I named the bunny Sprinkles.
MizzMarvelUE: Me too. It ate my brother's finger.
Qwilleran1: I traded it away to get a younger, cuter bunny.
Qwilleran1: he used to lie on his back in the doll carriage.
Qwilleran1: and I would push him around in the little pram.
Qwilleran1: He died.
MizzMarvelUE: What a liar. STOP LYING MARION!! THAT IS A MORTAL SIN! PRAY FOR YOUR ETERNAL SOUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Qwilleran1: Mackenzie. I NEVER lie.
Qwilleran1: and I NEVER make generalizations.
MizzMarvelUE: You lie! YOU LIE!!
Qwilleran1: [but that really did happen.]
MizzMarvelUE: Hooray for lying!
Qwilleran1: you're just trying to get on my quote list again......
Qwilleran1: ....well, it won't work.
Qwilleran1: : P
MizzMarvelUE: Screw da list. I am from da streets, yo. I don't need no list, bruddah.
Qwilleran1: damn, girl, you be out yo' damn mind!
Qwilleran1: shit.
MizzMarvelUE: *GASP!!!!!*
MizzMarvelUE: NO CUSSING!!! For FUCK's sake...
Qwilleran1: shit, what's yo' problem, bitch?
MizzMarvelUE: Shut the fuck up, skank, or I be bustin a slap in yo skinny white ass. Word.
Qwilleran1: oh, I know you din't use the wrong slang, girlFRIEND....
MizzMarvelUE: (My gangsta girl doesn't use guns. So she slaps. She's really something of a pacifist.)
Qwilleran1: now that is just wrong.
Qwilleran1: like Drew Barrymore.
Qwilleran1: and pacifist people don't slap anyone.
MizzMarvelUE: bloopity bloop bloop
Qwilleran1: well, maybe a baby who has just been born.
MizzMarvelUE: The bad pacifists do.
Qwilleran1: then they're not pacifists, are they, if they go around slappping people.
MizzMarvelUE: Huckleberry Hound was one, and he killed seven hookers in Detroit.
MizzMarvelUE: If I say I'm one, then I am.
Qwilleran1: you didn't say you were.
Qwilleran1: and that is BS, anyway.
MizzMarvelUE: WELL I AM THEN!!
MizzMarvelUE: "Brilliant Stuff"? Oh I know
Qwilleran1: no, honey, peas and carrots, peas and carrots....
MizzMarvelUE: quargle
MizzMarvelUE: I'm not hngry.
MizzMarvelUE: * hung...screw it
Qwilleran1: neither am I.
Qwilleran1: I had rice with soy sauce : D
MizzMarvelUE: I had pudding...
Qwilleran1: and I had a fantasy about licking soy sauce off of *Takuro*...
Qwilleran1: ...
Qwilleran1: oops
Qwilleran1: : X
MizzMarvelUE: Ummmm...
MizzMarvelUE: Time for sleep.
:: Mac 9:19 AM [+] ::
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So Larry drove to Evansville on Friday. This is the tale of the couple of days he was here.

Okay, that sounds really over-dramatic, which is inappropriate since the weekend was really lacking in drama. This is a good thing. I usually have way too much drama in my life. But anyway. So the first thing we did when he got here was go to the world's most crappiest arcade. The first thing that happened when we walked in was an employee scolding us about not bringing our own drinks in; Larry and I didn't even HAVE drinks (but Jared did). Then the drinks that could be bought were WAY over-priced. And they had no Wacky Gator machine, only a stupid alien smacking game. So disappointing. But we three left early and went back to Jared's house to watch Mallrats and an interesting (and that's too conservative a word for it, really) game of Vice City.

The next day the two of us went to what is apparently the fastest Denny's in the the country, since we got there around 9 and were out by 9:30. It turns out Evansville is extremely boring, so we had to kill time by walking around Wal-Mart before the mall opened. And THEN we had to kill time by going to Borders. And THEN we had to kill time by watching some E! in my room.

The Eastland Mall is also pretty crappy. It's only slightly better than the Buena Park Mall, and all of you back home know what a joke THAT place is. But it does have a Hot Topic with a weird green sign. I had $20 to send there, so I got a new faery shirt. Larry got that shirt with Gir that says "Ride the Pig." My boyfriend likes Invader ZIM, yay! :D Afterwards, we went to Jessi's dorm and watched Labyrinth. It was good, but not as good as I remembered it being. Damn you faulty childhood memories. Then it was off to another arcade for an hour, the time for Cabaret.

Cabaret is the drag show the Pride group on campus organized to raise money to get Matthew Shepherd's mother to come to Evansville and talk about what happened to her son and whatnot. (If you don't know who Matthew Shepherd is, then you really need to pay attention to the news more often. I'm not going to explain it here.) It turned out to be much more entertaining than I anticipated, with more people showing up than I expected. OL-leader Annie was part of a YMCA performance, while Jessi did a mean (as in, good, not jerk-like) Michael Jackson. I also won a prize when they called the number on my ticket - the one prize I did NOT want to win, some crafts stuff. I've given most of it away already. I could tell Larry was uncomfortable with some of the guys' sexy girl moves, but he was awesome for coming with me (and paying to see it, no less).

Then we went back to Jared's and watched Chasing Amy, meaning that I have FINALLY seen all the View Askiew movies. After a while, I had to get back to my dorm and thus say goodbye to Larry, since he was leaving Sunday (i.e., today) morning. That was hard.

But otherwise, best weekend ever.

What Velvet Goldmine character are you?

Yay for Christian Bale...
:: Mac 1:50 PM [+] ::
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Today is my and Larry's one week anniversary. :)

It snowed today (and by today, I mean Wednesday...it stills FEELS l like today). It snowed all the live long day, and I was happy. I don't know why. Just because it was my first major experience with snow, I guess. Of the three other California students I encountered today, we ALL looked somehow out of place, either way under-dressed (bundled up-wise) or way over-dressed. I feel into the latter catagory, but unlike others I was not shivery and whiny. Yay for me. No one here can really drive in the snow, and they get all worried about it. I find it amusing for some reason.

In less than two weeks, I will be home again for nearly a month. I miss CA so much now. Not the climate of the fact that there are actually things to do and places to go, or even you losers I call friends. The FOOD! I miss the FOOD! Mmmmm Don Jose, Mama Cozza's, Angelo's, Original Pizza... *sniff* I miss you food places.

Larry's coming to Evansville on Friday. :)

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:: Mac 10:52 PM [+] ::
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Just a short entry today... let me just say that, despite my being almost two thousands away from my entire family and most of my close friends, this just might be my best Thanksgiving ever. Today was a happy day. :)



Here's a clue...
:: Mac 3:27 PM [+] ::
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I am organizing a casual boycott (there's an oxymoron for you...) of the Spires restaurant in Anaheim at the corner of Euclid and Ball. One of the bosses there sexually harrassed my mother and then fired her for "spreading rumors." I'm urging all of you still in the area to NOT eat there anymore, and to maybe tell others to stop going there too. I know it'll be hard. Their beef vegetable soup is so delicious. But remember - the place is run by a dirty mother harrasser. What if that happened to yours? You'd want to do something about it too.

Fuck you, Spires! Never again shall I tread within your octagonal walls!


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:: Mac 6:09 PM [+] ::
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You are now reading the blog of a University of Evansville "Who Wants to Have a 4.0?" trivia contest champion! About ten or so teams, consisting of various groups and clubs on campus, competed against each other. Buzzers and everything! It felt like I was on that one episode of Saved By the Bell...or that Boy Meets World...You know. Anyway, yeah, I was in the Archaeology Club team with Jessi, Dan, and Chris. None of us really figured we'd get too far, considering we all have the same major and general area of expertise, but decided to go for it for fun. Being geeks, we dressed up in togas and laurel wreaths.

But as it turned out...we rocked. We knocked out the the Philosophy Club, Chemistry Club, Honors Society, Moore Hall Council, and then...the Faculty Team. Yes, we beat the professors. I feel so smart at the moment.

Some questions tailor-made for me:

* What city has an NHL team named for a Disney movie?
Duh, c'mon. Hometown. Anaheim.

* What NFL team was beloved by the Superfans?
Da Bearsss.

* Who was the Egyptian god of the sun?
Ra. (Isis, Isis, Ra Ra Ra!)

I am happy. Or was, at least. Fuck, I hate getting bad news, and I hate having to worry...now I'm depressed. I'm so glad I'm not home, even though that's HORRIBLE to say.



Who are you?



which stereotype are you?
:: Mac 9:06 PM [+] ::
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What can I say about Indianapolis? Not much. I didn't see a lot of it. But at least I never got stabbed in the head or anything comparable.

I went up there with Jessi, Jared, and Jared's sister and stayed at Jared's grandma's house. We got up Saturday morning and went to the Superfun arcade at ten in the morning and didn't leave it until nine that night. I was not as bored as I thought I would be. Watching DDR is a lot of fun, though playing it is still terrifying. (Yes, I did actually play it. Two songs. I was horrible.) I also played Star Wars Trivial Pursuit with Larry and Jared. I tied with Jared for last place.

Larry, by the way, turned out to be a really cool guy, just like he is when I talk to him online. In fact, if he were an arcade, I'd call him Supercool. Or maybe Supernice. Either or. He gave me some Simpsons music CDs, which I listened to all the way home. However, the fact that he apparently didn't catch my hints about wanting flowers and diamonds lowers his score a bit. ;)


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:: Mac 12:57 PM [+] ::
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I finally got myself consolodated, meaning I've moved and now have a roommate. The pros of this situation is that I actually like this new set up of a room better, it's one less floor I have to climb, I like Niana (my roommate), she has plants and animals in here, and she has a refrigerator. The cons are less, consisting mainly that I'm the only freshman on this floor, it feels awkward to walk around here and know no one knows what the hell I'm doing here, and it is an actual co-ed floor. It's not really a big deal, but it feels odd after living on an all-girl dorm for almost a semester. Anyway, a mazillion thanks to Jessi for helping me move last night! She set up my computer for me and is basically my favorite person ever for it.

I'm sick, which is NEVER fun. I'm getting a froggy voice and my lips are so chapped that they actually bled last night. That was interesting. And it's JUST in time for my big, amazing, exiting, adventuresome trip to Indy this Friday. That's right. Indianapolis. The biiiiiiiiiig city. I'm going with Jessi and Jared so they can play extra special DDR or something. Since I am so horrible at it, I'll be trying my best not to participate. But I DO get to meet Larry! Have we all read his livejournal? I think we all should.

I think Marion's worried that I'll be meeting this guy I've mainly talked to on the internet (I have actually spoken to him on the phone). She probably think I'm gonna get stabbed in the head or something. But, I sincerely doubt that's gonna happen. If it does, though, all of YOU will know what happens when I disappear! Hurrah! I won't be on Unsolved Mysteries then.



Morning, day, or night? quiz by maikamariel

I don't quite get it. I am smarter, fitter, and bolder than my potbellied brother ever could hope to be, yet he gets all the fame, fortune, and glory, not to mention Peach's heart. If only I was the first player in Super Mario Bros... things could have been different. Maybe I can make a comeback, now that I finally have my own game.. but probably not. After all, I'm just Luigi.

What Super Mario Bros character are you?


:: Mac 8:24 AM [+] ::
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I just added Larry's journal to my 'recommended' list. Larry's this guy I've never met before who thinks I look like Alice from DDR. He's a super nice guy! Let's all go read his journal!

One of these days, I'll get to adding Philip's blog to the old list too. And that day, apparently, is today. Sorry it took me so long...I've meant to put it up for forever.

I took a test about me:

Thinking Style:

EVOKATEUR™ THINKING STYLE
They are the most creative individuals and often the oddest.
They generally conduct their everyday living with seeming detachment.
For them, being peculiar is more than nature, it is necessity. As north IS, as south IS, Evokateurs ARE the most unusual beings on the planet, bar none. These ones must be peculiar in order to fulfill their life purpose.
In everyday life, they generally choose spectator seats or assume sideline positions rather than join others in the fray, play, and decision-making. They prefer the rich fantasies and swirling tapestries of their own chimera to outerworld reality, and often conduct their living with a detached remoteness that's less than normal but more than aloof. It's difficult for others to comprehend a world within a world, far less comprehend those who have one. Who among can imagine an internal reality that's more intimate, more satisfying and fulfilling than the reality we know as world and call home — but it is so, for Evokateurs. There's a good reason for Evokateur oddness. It's the uniform most commonly worn by greatness.

Key strengths for Evokateur

Vivid imagination. Intense and clear fantasies or inventiveness.
Strives to learn something from everyone. Interacts with eyes and ears keen on gaining further insight and information.
Vivid imagination. Intense and clear fantasies or inventiveness.
Challenges status quo. Willing and even eager to go up against a commonly accepted notion (bucks peer pressure).


Working Style:

EMPATH™ WORKING STYLE
These gentle individuals feel successful when they encourage others to be successful.
They are natural-born teachers and instructors.
Uniquely, Empath is not motivated by rewards of status, remuneration, or recognition. Instead, their inspiration comes from contributing to the overall success of group efforts or the success of individuals. They're the benevolent "King-makers," those unselfish magnanimousOnes who unearth potential in others and encourage greatness to bloom. Empath may not seek leadership roles, but many are seated close to top dog chairs in trusted advisor or support positions. They are trusted because of their highly-developed sense of committed team work. Empath works for and with people, harvesting self-fulfillment from the now of personal interactions. From companies they earn a paycheque; from people they earn self-confirmation. With their seeming determination to avoid applause, accolade, and recognition, Empath is frequently found under umbrellas of untried-genius. Though umbrella'd anonymity is their choice and preference, such untried genius is both loss and waste for the corporation.

Key strengths for Empath

Fits easily into team settings. Works well in environments where collective efforts strive for common goals.
Anxious to please. Concerned with the happiness of those around them - feels responsible for such.
Factors others in their decision-making. When making a decision they consider both the matter at hand and its effect on others.
Thrives in predictable environs. Prefers routine and constancy.


Emoting Style:

DILIGENT™ EMOTING STYLE
They are highly responsible providers for their families.
They are pack rats who fill basements and attics with things that could be useful again, or that have value only to them.
Diligents often make a conscious decision to avoid emotional expression and seem tight-lipped determined to remain that way. Emotional honesty is a challenge for most, but for Diligent it goes far beyond the mere of challenging. For them, reality is a well-trodden narrow path between tried and true. Diligents build their career, their life and love, one smart brick atop another. Their mortar is a mix of intellect and practicality, and of a kind intolerant of mistakes. Whether because of too high of expectations from parents, society, or selves, these strong silent ones must do everything right. Occasionally Diligents encounter emotional situations that overflow their logical banks. Unable to express the flood of irrational sensations, they respond in startlingly explosive ways: from booming tirade and pounding fists, to venomous attacks, to tearing the place apart. Startling, because Diligents are the cool-headed rational ones among us. And while capable and competent intellectually, emotionally they're often as fragile and innocent as newborn infants. The mystery for loved ones and others is why?

Key strengths for Diligent

Serious and earnest by nature. Considers matters soberly and pursues them with a deliberate urgency.
Concerned about propriety. Conscientiously follows accepted standards and "proper" sets of behavior.
Thrives in structured environments. Is at ease and more confident when clear lines of authority and responsibility are established.
Unemotional in most circumstances. Withholds or removes how they personally feel from their professional and personal relations.


Take the test here: http://personal.ansir.com/test.htm

:: Mac 8:12 PM [+] ::
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For numerous reasons, I've been discussing Alvin and the Chipmunks with several different people for the last two days. I had no idea that anyone but me had such fond memories for the Chipmunks Adventure movie (where they and the Chipettes go ballooning) and show. It makes me feel all warm inside, this bond with my peers. Anyhow, it's gotten me thinking...

I could do this. I could create a rodent rock band.

The UE campus has an excess of squirrels. First, I would need to capture three of them. Next comes the laborious task of taming them, teaching them to speak English, and toilet training. Then I would need to enlist the help of someone who can make clothes so little ensembles can be made for them. And finally, I would teach them to sing, dance, and play various musical instruments. After all that, it's just a matter of booking them on television shows and watching the money roll in. ("And the money kept rolling in...")

Now, just to ensure that people wouldn't call the Squirrels a Chipmunk rip-off, they'll be performing majorly different music. The Chipmunks covered classic rock and pop. The Squirrels will be playing some hard core shit. I'm thinking of starting them off with Nirvana or Aerosmith covers, especially since a friend of mine accurately pointed out that Steven Tyler somewhat resembles a squirrel in the facial region.

Yancy, Duncan, Pepito! Do do. Do do do do. Do do. Do do do do!






:: Mac 3:27 PM [+] ::
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I am special...

"The Girl's Name Mackenzie is shared by ~5,600 people in the USA.
The Last Name Walton is shared by ~82,700 people in the USA.
The First_Name + Last_Name Mackenzie Walton is not common in the US, with a shared population of around 0 - 10 individuals.
The First Name, Last Initial Mackenzie W is shared by ~230 people in the USA.
The First Initial, Last Name M Walton is shared by ~9,190 people in the USA. "

http://www.pdom.com/loadNameWizard.asp?re=usa
:: Mac 7:43 PM [+] ::
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Mistake - trick or treating in 45 degree weather...

A	Your Simpsons Trivia score: 94% You are a Simpsons geek. You know an impressive amount about the Simpsons. Congratulations.

Find out your Simpsons Trivia grade @ Space Monkey Mafia dot com

Invader Zim Quiz v2.0 @ Space Monkey Mafia

:: Mac 9:03 PM [+] ::
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Well, I'm no longer a virgin.

...in the Rocky Horror sense, at least.

(Haha! I bet I freaked out a couple of you!)

This is yet another reason why my school is the best - the Rocky Horror Picture Show, on campus.

I'd write more, but I'm tired. Nothing overly outrageous happened. Just use your imaginations.





Which Rocky character are you?
I know I already took this one, but I felt it was appropriate...
:: Mac 10:04 PM [+] ::
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Oh my God, this really is the ugliest thing I've ever seen. My quiz is hereby known as Ugmo, the freakish quiz. I'll keep it up here out of pity for myself. I can't believe I wasted so much time on it...FUCK QUIZILLA!!

**Update - I took it off. I couldn't stand to look at it. My God, but it was ugly.
:: Mac 9:53 PM [+] ::
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http://quizilla.com/users/MizzMarvel/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Breakfast%20Food%20Are%20You%3F

Screw it. One of you try it for a while...I've been working on this for far too long.
:: Mac 9:44 PM [+] ::
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I have created my first online quiz. However, Quizilla bites, so a result with which you may all try it out is unavailable at the moment.
:: Mac 9:39 PM [+] ::
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I had a dream last night, but it wasn't just any dream. It was a dream wit han all-star cast. Amongst the people (whom I can remember) appearing - Gary, Beverly, Mary, Philip, and Annie.

It was set at college, but not MINE. I mean, it was mine in the dream, but it was nicer than UE. The events are scattered. The first thing that happened is that I married my (dream) roommate's friend just for the hell of it. I didn't even know his name, and we never really hung out, and the thing was that I was scared my family would find out. Later, there was an ice cream social of sorts and Gary, Mary, and Beverly were there for some reason, even though THEY didn't go to my college. Here's something for Gary - it was actually part of the dream that Bev was giving you the cold shoulder because she regretted not going to Berkeley.

I was talking to G and M when Annie came over. Then she shouted, "John!!" And I looked over to see John Gray standing under a tree. We both ran over to hug him, but I pushed Annie out of the way so I could do it first. He was at the college for some unknown reason, but we started hanging out again; the first thing we did together was get stuck in an elevator.

Other dream events - Irish revealed that he reads my blog, meaning he knows that I have a crush on him. English starts IMing me on a regular basis. I see Philip going to take the bus home, and it is revealed that the college is just down the street from Disneyland. I worry over my husband.

It was one of my more complex, interesting dreams. I was sad when I woke up, because I miss John so much.


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The worst part is that this is true.
:: Mac 8:42 AM [+] ::
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Tonight I watched Beauty and the Beast for the first time in quite a while. And I noticed something I'd never grasped as a child.

Cogsworth and Lumiere are SOOOOOOO gay!

Seriously! They flirt through the whole damn movie. Sure, Lumiere flirts with the feather duster a bit, but he's ALWAYS making eyes at Cogs. And at one point, Cogs kinda shoos Lumiere away from the feather duster. Lumiere kisses Cogs (yes, I know they're French, but still), and later snaps him with a towel with a sly look on his face. And at the end, Lumiere just plain looks gay. He has poofy pants, come on.

I think I was enjoying the revelation far too much.


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:: Mac 8:19 PM [+] ::
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This song made me cry today...guess why?

"California" by Phantom Planet

We've been on the run
Driving in the sun
Looking out for #1
California here we come
Right back where we started from

Hustlers grab your guns
Your shadow weighs a ton
Driving down the 101
California here we come
Right back where we started from

California!
Here we come!

On the stereo
Listen as we go
Nothing's gonna stop me now
California here we come
Right back where we started from
Pedal to the floor
Thinkin' of the roar
Gotta get us to the show
California here we come
Right back where we started from

California!
Here we come!

:: Mac 9:24 PM [+] ::
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Tonight Archaeology Club had a pot party. And no, it's not what you think. We all just got together and smoked pot, that's all. Don't worry. Kidding, of course. The professor broke apart some regular old pots and we had to piece them back together. It's surprisingly hard. I quickly lost interest and wandered back to my dorm. Oh well.

Anyone interested in seeing my tattoo? Here's the URL to a pic:

http://www.geocities.com/dgmn45/Mackenzie_Tattoo.jpg


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:: Mac 8:56 PM [+] ::
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Jessi's DDR friend Larry says I look like the character Alice from that game. Here's the URL to a pic of her:

http://art.slimemansion.com/copyright/art/031alice.jpg

And here's another:

http://art.slimemansion.com/copyright/art/027alice.jpg

Yeah, look just like me, right? ;)

But I'll take it as a compliment, considering I'm going as her to my school's masquerade ball.
:: Mac 8:53 PM [+] ::
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Who are you most likely to fuck
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:: Mac 8:14 AM [+] ::
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MizzMarvelUE: What's that, boyfriend? I should call you Seth? Heehee, okay...
Qwilleran1: What's that Elijah?
Qwilleran1: You HATE Mackenzie??!!?
Qwilleran1: She's not worth the bother???
Qwilleran1: OK, whatever you say....
MizzMarvelUE: What, boyfriend? Your best friend Elijah lies to Marion? Oh dear...
MizzMarvelUE: She deserves the lies, though. She's a liar too.
Qwilleran1: What, Elijah...?
Qwilleran1: yes, I know Mackenzie is ignorant!
Qwilleran1: That's no reason to name-call!
MizzMarvelUE: Oh, hush Seth! Stop laughing at Marion with Elijah behind her back! That's cruel.
Qwilleran1: *ring, ring*
Qwilleran1: Hello?
Qwilleran1: Oh, what's that Seth?
Qwilleran1: I shouldn't download the file Mackenzie sent me?
Qwilleran1: It has a virus on it? Qwilleran1: Ok, goodbye... yeah, love you, too...
Qwilleran1: talk to you later...
MizzMarvelUE: Where are you Seth? Making a crank call to Marion, you say? Haha, that IS funny!
Qwilleran1: *ding dong*
Qwilleran1: Oh, Hi Mr. T!
Qwilleran1: Glad you could drop by!
Qwilleran1: What! You say Mackenzie supports Jim Crow laws!!!!
Qwilleran1: Wow, I knew she was evil,
Qwilleran1: but that's downright diabolical...what?
Qwilleran1: Yes, I pity the fool, too, Mr. T.
MizzMarvelUE: Oh, look, an email...
MizzMarvelUE: It's from Abe Vigoda, the aging comedian...
MizzMarvelUE: WHAT?! Marion gave Abe herpes?! And the herpes have crabs?! And the crabs have gonerhea?!
MizzMarvelUE: Oh my...
Qwilleran1: What's that Elijah... Mackenzie is SO ignorant that she believes everything she reads?
Qwilleran1: And she's dyslexic?
Qwilleran1: Oh, I see...
MizzMarvelUE: WHAT?! Seth, it can't be true...
MizzMarvelUE: Stop saying it...
MizzMarvelUE: Marion is NOT Stalin and Gertrude Stein's love child!!
MizzMarvelUE: Oh, okay, she is.
Qwilleran1: What's that, Mr. T?
Qwilleran1: Murpy's law was based on Mackenzie???
Qwilleran1: Yes, I can see that a lot went wrong there...
MizzMarvelUE: Huh? Karl Urban's coming over to duel for me with you, Seth?
MizzMarvelUE: Wow, that's nice...
MizzMarvelUE: And he HATES girls named Marion?
MizzMarvelUE: Don't we all?
Qwilleran1: ...Mr. T? ... Elijah...? what is that strange noise!
Qwilleran1: AAAAAAAHHH!
Qwilleran1: Kevin! You've come all the way back from the grave to warn me about something????
Qwilleran1: what...?
Qwilleran1: what's that... your voice is kinda raspy...
Qwilleran1: I didn't quite catch that?
Qwilleran1: Oh, Mackenzie is all alone in a room?
Qwilleran1: And she's making up lies to appear important...?
Qwilleran1: Oh, I see...
Qwilleran1: So I should forgive her for her temporary insanity?
Qwilleran1: No??!!!
Qwilleran1: She's evil??!
Qwilleran1: Well, if you say so....
MizzMarvelUE: *gasp* I KNOW, Karl! I can't believe she disrespected the memory of the wonderful Kevin Smith either, with all these lies...
MizzMarvelUE: This is an outrage.
MizzMarvelUE: Oh Karl, stop touching me there! This is serious!
Qwilleran1: *ring, ring*
Qwilleran1: Oh, hi again Seth!
Qwilleran1: Mackenzie caught you and you lied to her?
Qwilleran1: I understand.
Qwilleran1: WHAT???!!!!
Qwilleran1: Karl was reaching for the mouse when Mackenzie molested him????
Qwilleran1: This is serious...what's that....?
Qwilleran1: You'll take care of it...?
Qwilleran1: you've got a friend who'll do WHAT???
Qwilleran1: Oh, I see...
Qwilleran1: OK, goodbye...
Qwilleran1: yeah, love you too...
Qwilleran1: ...no, you hang up first...
Qwilleran1: no, you hang up...
Qwilleran1: oh, okay.
Qwilleran1: *click*
MizzMarvelUE: So you're getting Marion to come bring the money to the secret location to...haha..."take care of me"?
MizzMarvelUE: What?
MizzMarvelUE: She's too damn poor and lives behind the 7-11, so there's no point?
MizzMarvelUE: Seth...you SO wanted to get rid of her. Now how'll you do it?
MizzMarvelUE: Oh? Mr. T's going to strangle her with his gold chains? That's not nice.
MizzMarvelUE: Karl!! Not in front of Seth!!
Qwilleran1: What, Mr. T? You've worked out a plan with Seth?
Qwilleran1: You say you met on the Conan O'Brien show?
Qwilleran1: And Seth met Karl where?
Qwilleran1: Oh, right, when Seth went to that spa in NZ... I see...
Qwilleran1: Karl's going to poison his fingernails???!!!
Qwilleran1: Don't you think that's a bit drastic???
Qwilleran1: She may be evil, but doesn't she have the right to a fair & speedy trial?
Qwilleran1: Oh, she's started molesting Karl again...
Qwilleran1: okay, I see...
Qwilleran1: action must be taken...
Qwilleran1: Yes, I think that would be considered self defense.
Qwilleran1: Yes, Mr. T. I, too, pity the fool.
MizzMarvelUE: Ohhhh, KARL. You say your fingernails are poisoned with my love, making sure you must never touch another woman again? What? Ohhh, I WILL marry you!
MizzMarvelUE: What Seth? Why, I'll marry you too!
MizzMarvelUE: And Marion can't even clean the toilet at the edding chapel?
MizzMarvelUE: Come on...just the toilet...well, if you guys insist.
Qwilleran1: *ring ring*
Qwilleran1: Oh, what's that, Seth?
Qwilleran1: you've tricked her into going to the designated place?
Qwilleran1: and after that your friend will take care of her?
Qwilleran1: Okay, I see, yes... make sure to take good care of Karl...
Qwilleran1: Yes, get him to a psychiatrist RIGHT AWAY....
Qwilleran1: yes, don't hesitate...
Qwilleran1: we can't risk permanent damage....
Qwilleran1: ok.... yes, yes, I love you too...
Qwilleran1: bye...
Qwilleran1: *click*
MizzMarvelUE: Oh, I'm sleepy too, Karl...it's past one here.
MizzMarvelUE: I think we better get to bed.
MizzMarvelUE: Do you think you and Seth will both fit in there with me?
MizzMarvelUE: No...I don't think it'll be a problem either.
:: Mac 11:38 PM [+] ::
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:: Mac 9:19 PM [+] ::
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Sweet Jesus, this tattoo is fucking ITCHING!! Oh dear God, why? WHY??

Ahhh...thank you, Gold Bond Medicated Body Lotion.
:: Mac 11:00 PM [+] ::
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I got my World Cultures paper back. I got a perfect on it. The professor wrote "Good work", then crossed it out and put "Great." Now I'm really worried. Oh well. Apparently, I'm set on sabotaging my Archaeology paper that's due Tuesday, since I haven't really started it yet. Hooray! That should even things out a bit.

I've worked 27 and a half hours, and made about $141. Stupid minimun wage. Isn't my time worth more than that? Of course not.

I called Anaheim today. Why? To call Mrs. Balas from AVID. Because come on, who ELSE would I call?

I'm so friggin' boring. Here's a quiz:







What Planet Are You From?


this quiz was made by The Autist Formerly Known As Tim




:: Mac 8:16 PM [+] ::
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Which Beatle girl are you?

"You're George's girlfriend. You have a cute boyfriend who's very quiet and understanding. He's into Eastern religion and into all that meditation and stuff. He writes songs about you, and doesn't he looks so cute up on stage playing his guitar?"
:: Mac 10:07 AM [+] ::
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Educational update - of the three midterms I took (out of five classes), these were the results:

* Anthropology - consisted of multiple choice, definitions, and essay - A

* Spanish - conisted of vocabulary, changing of the present to past tense, translation, answering questions, and dictation - A

* Archaeology - conisted of identifying places on a map, fill in the blank, true/false, muliple choice, identifying various atifacts on slides, and essay - A-

I still haven't gotten that Philosophy paper I did about nine million years ago (actually, less than a month ago). Or my World Cultures paper. I think I did better on the second than the first. Oooh boy. That's gonna be bad. But at least, for the moment, I feel smart.

**Update - Later...Well, apparently I was wrong. I got an A on my Philosophy paper. A "Beautiful Job", to quote the professor. Which bothers me, since all that means is that my lucky is rapidly running out.
:: Mac 10:02 AM [+] ::
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What type of LotR fan are you?
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:: Mac 9:37 PM [+] ::
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I'm officially a girl. Are you a girl or a boy? by Clicks and Buzzes

Good to know.
:: Mac 12:40 PM [+] ::
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This afternoon (Thursday, October 10), I celebrated the end of midterms by permanently scarring my body.

In other words, I got a tattoo.

No, not one of those ones you can get with certain brands on bubble gum and involve the running of it under water for it to stick. I mean a real, honest to God tattoo. I can't believe I did it. I just can't even comprehend this.

According to Jessi, I was the one who suggested we get matching tattoos. Looking back on it, she's right. I DID suggest it first. In the early stages of the idea, it would've happened it December as Christmas presents to ourselves. That way, it wouldv'e been quite possible to forget about the whole thing. But no. Neither of us did, and she started bugging me to get it done sooner so she wouldn't spend all her money before we went through with it.

We got custom tattoos, meaning we didn't just pick something random off of the wall. In a rare moment of self-awareness, I insisted on going first so I couldn't chicken out. The artist, Jason, drew the design on my back first, then actually started with the needle. The outline hurts more than the filling in of shading, but all in all the pain actually wasn't too bad. No worse than a doctor's office shot, only somewhat longer. The end result was an Eye of Horus on the back of my right shoulder. A while later, Jessi emerged with an ankh on HER right shoulder. We are both cool and tough now.

Then we watched "Rock Star" and ate ice cream for a while. After that, we took the yearbook photo for Archeology Club and outside luckily found our friend Annie, who has a car and was willing to drive us somewhere to buy ointment for our ink stained body parts. Jody, who I've mentioned before, also came along. He jumped on me and hurt my tattooed shoulder. I instigated it, though. At some point, we got lost on a dark, scary road in Kentucky, but eventually made it to some random grocery store where I bought ointment and a National Enquirer.

I can't believe I did this. I think the ink is affecting my thinking capacity.

My tattoo itches.
:: Mac 10:24 PM [+] ::
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Tonight I actually got out amd did something, despite the fact I haven't finished my World Cultures paper and really should be studying. My friend Jessi's boyfriend Jeff came all the way from Virginia to visit her, so this afternoon we all went with this guy Jody from Nashville to an arcade. Jeff and Jessi are DDR (Dance Dance Revolution) freaks, so Jody and I stood around watching them play it for a while. Eventually, Jody convinced me to play it with him for a round. Boy, did I suck. And not just a little, either. I am probably the worst DDR player ever. EVER. The machine actually dissed me. Afterwards, we went to Sonic for dinner. Mmmm, Sonic. I got chicken strips, tater tots, and a strawberry limeade. A perfect meal.

Now I'll go and try to do some work again...


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:: Mac 5:43 PM [+] ::
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Where in the world is Mackenzie Walton?

This last week and next I have mid-terms, so, believe it or not, Mackenzie has been studying. A lot. Well, not constantly, but still quite a bit. The Anthropology test I took on Monday and Wednesday (did I mention that?) went well, I think, and I finally finished reading the Koran and am almost done with my World Cultures paper. The big thing for the weekend - do some MAJOR studying for the Archeology test on Tuesday. And I mean LOTS. I need to memorize quite a bit.

Okay, but other than boring stuff, what's been going on with me? Well, I went to the Massage-athon on Thursday (not Tuesday, as previously reported). As it turns out, my $3 did NOT go to a mere shoulder rub, but a full back massage. I went into this darkened room and saw row upon row of shirtless people. The women had backless smock things, but still, their full backs were exposed. And soon, I was among them. Odd. Oil of some sort was used and everything. The girl who did my massage did a good job, but I didn't really feel any more relaxed afterwards. Ah well.

At for this morning, I was roused from my warm bed by the fire alarm. We all had to evacuate and go stand outside in the dark for about five minutes in our pajamas before we were allowed to go back in. I was so disorientated that I didn't realize until I got back to my room that I'd had my flipflops on the wrong feet. As it turned out, the whole thing happened because someone in the kitchen burned their pop-tarts. Damn you pop-tarts.

I had rhubarb pie for the first time ever today. Rhubarb does not sound delicious. But you know what? Rhubarb is pretty fucking delicious. It's got this sweet-sour thing going on. And the crust, mmmm. Light and flakey. Perfect pie crust.

Oh jeez - Brendan Fraser had a baby. Well, his wife did at least. He was one of my last favorite movie stars to be childless. I mourn.

But oh! Lloyd from "Undeclared" is the bad guy in that movie "Abandon"!! Huzzah!

Okay. I think that's all I've been thinking of interest (and I use the term loosely) lately.

One week until next Friday.


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"Having babies is tough. It hurts when the baby comes out." - Comedy Central commercial
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Further proof that my school rocks: there's a "Massage-athon" this Tuesday. Massage...athon. Reasonable prices, too - $3 for fifteen minutes, $5 for a half hour. I think I have room in my budget for that.
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My Romance Meter

Optimist 80% . . 20% Cynic Close 86% . . 14% Distant Long Term 82% . . 18% Brief

What does my romance meter read?

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I forgot to announce that my dad sent me a Star Wars cup and bowl set the other day. Now I can eat off Ewan McGregor's face whenever I want to.
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Take the Which Beatle Kid Are You? Quiz by indefinitley.



Fuck the maker of this quiz! Fuck them up their stupid ass. (Random Jay and Silent Bob ref, yes.) Sean Lennon is SO talented...ever listen to Cibo Mato? He's in that band, and they rock in that funky Japanese "What the hell are they saying?" way.
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The first thing I did upon going to work today was go right back outside to the dining center to get cookies. I was actually told to do that, since my department was giving away cookies and ice cream in honor of the grand opening of the Ridgeway Center. The last thing I did was take at least half a dozen more cookies because almost no one showed up for any. Another student worker took at least twice as much as me, and there was still a lot left. I love my job.
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Finally finished my Philosophy paper. Now must proof read and create title and Works Cited pages. What fun.
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. . . What is my spectrum? I am green: My main color is green. I like to have fun and comfort. Happiness is the marker of a great life. . What is my spectrum?

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Still haven't finished my Philo essay. It's due tomorrow. I got more of it done, though...now I just need to talk about Aquinas' faults, all about Paley and his problems, a posteriori, why people need a rational argument, and the conclusion. Dammit.
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What Do You Wear to Bed?

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I wore my pjs to watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail last night...
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One and half pages, one and a half pages! I wrote one and a half pages tonight! WHEEEEE!! Only at least two and a half pages more to go! Yay! Wait...I've barely even scratched on anything in the subject...oh fuck. Now I don't feel as happy. Well, at least I finished my intro and explanations of Anselm and the a priori argument. I still have to say how they were bad, though. Cripes. And Aquinas. I have to talk about Aquinas. When I talk about Aquinas, how both him, Anselm, and the a priori argument are flawed, and discuss a posteriori, THEN I will be halfway done!! Yipee!!

...I'm gonna go cry now...
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This morning, I got the following question from Marion via email -

"If you had to go on a medieval-type quest, who would you want in your "crew"? you can have two different "crews" of 8 people. The first one is of REAL people, and you don't have to know them personally, you just have to know first/last names...The second one is of FICTIONAL characters (and yes, they can be magickal...), but you can't have any more than two characters from one story (i.e. - you can't just bring along "The Fellowship of the Ring"...get it?)"

Here is my answer -

It's only 8 AM here, so I've given it very intense, but skiewed thought. Here's the "real person" list:

1. Jesus - 'cause he can multiply the fishes and stuff. We'll always have food. Plus, there're the miracles and whatnot.
2. Prince William - so we can have the backing of England.
3. Vin Diesal - he looks like a strong guy, so he can carry my stuff.
4. Ewan McGregor - well, he's been in the North Pole, I hear, so he probably knows his nature and how to get along in the elements.
5. Magician Lance Burton - so he can stun our enemies.
6. Ozzy Osbourne - come on, he's scary!
7. Conan O'Brien - I need someone to make me laugh.
8. Britney Spears - someone I can sell into slavery for free passage into enemy territory if need be.

Fictional crew:

1. Arigorn from Lord of the Rings - more reliable than Gandalf, more loyal than anyone but Samwise, yet still powerful.
2. Iceman from X-Men - he's got awesome powers, plus he's funny.
3. Cupid from Hercules - we could use his love powers to our advantage; plus, he's hot.
4. Crowley from Good Omens - he's a demon with cool demon powers, but he has a heart of gold. Kinda.
5. Enkidu from Gilgamesh - he's just as strong as Gilgamesh, but is more loyal and reliable; and he can interpret dreams! Neat!
6. Li Shang from Mulan - strong, and he can teach everyone else how to fight!
7. Tarzan - he can talk to animals and stuff!
8. Supergirl - I need a girl to talk to, and she's pretty damn powerful.

The only choice I now regret is Britney Spears. I should've picked Steve Irwin the Crocodile Hunter instead. He could tame the beasts and get our meat, and if I REALLY needed to sell anyone into slavery, he could easily be used for the same purpose. Or Vin Diesal. They were kinda the gimps of my group.


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What Drag Queen Diva Are You?





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Still haven't written any of my Philosophy paper. It is due on Thursday. But I HAVE begun planning it. So there. Feh.
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My College Is:

Evansville University Students at Evansville University are very studious. Students at Evansville University masturbate a lot. 40% of freshmen are slaves. Booze is the drug of choice. The average GPA is 3

Enroll

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Writing papers is hard. But at least I'm planning.
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I want a good entry today, so I'm typing up something I wrote early last year, probably in October, at a time when I should've been doing something constructive in Mock Trial. Before you read it, note that I was NOT feeling well that day and was somewhat out of my mind. And here we go, stream of consciousness...


These are the rambling thoughts of a sick person. Why am I sick? Has God forsaken me? My head hurts like a mother fucker. Why am I wasting my time in Mock Trial for two hours every day. Notice there is no question mark at the end of the sentence. Uh huh. You know what I mean.

I wish I was a pirate. Pirates can just swing around on their ships and laugh heartily at the foolishness of their first mates all the live long day. They don't give a damn about Mock Trial and they only get headaches when they drink too much good Enlish ale.

I just want to beat my head on the fucking linoleum floor until my brains are splattered all over the place and the headache's gone. But then I'll probably have to clean up the mess. So just forget it.

I guess I should tab these paragraphs. OK they're tabbed.

I feel very tired and alone. So much is going on around me, and I'm just sitting here, typing. Typing. Sometimes I walk around with this lingering idea that if I dropped dead right in the middle of the quad no one would care; they'd all just step over me and keep going. I wonder how it would be to NEVER have these thoughts, to think so much of myself and be so damn confident that I would be without doubt that people would grieve and wail and tear their hair out over me. I am much too realistic to think that. I mean, some guy a couple years ago threatened to kill his ex-girlfriend, led police on a chase, and shot himself in the head, and no one even cares anymore, no one talks about it.

My head doesn't hurt anymore. Well, just a little, when I think about it.

Every once in a while I forget to breathe. It's all supposed to be automatic, but it's really not. It requires a thought now and then. I like it when I forget, though. It's a quiet reminder how easy it is to stop, be careful, be safe. It's a warning, that's what it is. It's like God flicking your ear and saying, hey stupid, I'm not gonna sit around doing everything for you, shake a leg dumbass, get going.

Fred Astaire could dance. He tapped all over the place, with or without Ginger, and gave millions of people joy. But who thinks about Fred Astaire anymore? Who talks about Mother Teresa now that she's dead? We don't remember the good ones. They're not sordid and grisly; we don't talk about them behind our hands. We remember the Hitlers, the Neros, the Vlads, and the Pharaohs. Someday, when mankind as we know it is gone, these are the figures that will endure to paint a portrait of us. We'll be described by some race of higher beings as blood-thirsty, churlish, and horrific. And this is what we want, apparently. Is this the kind of person I need to be to be remembered?

There's the headache again, situated vicariously between my eyes, then moving over, to my temples, hidden and bulging beneath the soft curve of my skull.

I feel like free-falling, just taking a running start and jumping off a cliff. I'll close my eyes, spread my arms, smile, and just let myself fall, fall, like that little anime character on my friend's pencil case who's thinking, I always dream to fly. Just like me. I always dream to fly, but I never ever can.

The headache is an ache in my molars now, grinding and dull. And now it's in my neck, all static and waves, hopefully someday done.




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I really need to fucking start my damn Philosophy paper. Actually, I just wanted to use two curse words in the same sentence. Wait, but I DO still need to write it...shite.

That reminds me - former OL leader Annie also loves Ewan McGregor. She was very excited to learn I have an autographed picture of him...only not with me here. Curses.
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I finally went to the Evansville Mall yesterday, which is surprisingly large, around the size of the bottom half of the Main Place...no second story. They had mysterious departments stores I'd never heard of before, like...I can't remember the name. But I went in there. It was expensive. We really went so I could buy Jessi a late birthday present at Hot Topic. Guys, the Hot Topic sig nhere isn't red or really cool like back home. It's green. So it the Spencer's sign. But the store was way bigger than the one at the Main Place, and they had Johnny and Happy Noodle Boy shirts! I wanted one for myself, but bought Jessi her Jay & Silent Bob shirt instead. Hooray.
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Take the Dessert Quiz


I agree. So why does no one notice me? *sob*
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I realize that I haven't written in several days. Why? Because I am very, very lazy. Well, so what's been going on in my life? Um, it's raining pretty damn hard and I got two papercuts at work today. Fun fun fun.
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Take the Anime soundtrack Quiz

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Take this Quiz


Um, I don't really understand this, but okay.
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My umbrella is the best umbrella 'cause it has my inititals written on the bottom with purple nail polish.
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It is frickin' POURING rain out here. I'm just sitting here, doing my little Internet thing, and then I glance casually out the window to see the DELUGE happening again. Yet it's still comfy warm in my room. Yay.

Happy birthday wishes go out to Jessi, my college buddy. She can now buy a sword legally.
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Which Sim Are You?

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I just went to the student health center because of this humongus bug bite I got. I felt so stupid, "Uhhh, I'm a big baby and this bug bite scares me." Especially when some poor guy with an actual problem (a broken arm) came walking out of the examining room. They gave me some cream and told me to get lost. Well, not exactly. The nurse lady looked at it, measured it, and then gave me some cream and told me to come back tomorrow if it gets worse. Damn, this is a really big bug bite.
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