February 27, 2003

Max Powers: I think it was the Boomtown Rats, and most likely, the 70s or maybe the 80s,
since my parents told me about that song.

Sammi J: Good Luck with the Surgery! I hope it goes a-ok. and take it easy, abdominal surgery is painful
(i assume it will be abdominal?)

February 24, 2003

Happy Monday!!!

Today is a very happy day, for it means that I am one day closer to Tuesday. On Tuesday, I get to go see a doctor!!! Woo - fucking - hoo!!! This doctor is such a very nice man - because Tuesday is my very last appointmet with him before the best surgery I will ever, ever have!!

If we were starting at the beginning, I'd tell you all about how many fucking doctors I've been through to get to this point. However, we're not. That would be too tedious.

If we were starting in the middle, I'd tell you about how I threatened to sue a few different doctors to get to this point. That would also be tedious.

So, we'll start with a worst-case senerio. It's actually not that bad, because if this fucker finds some lame assed reason to not let me go under the evil knife, I get to start working with NOW, a woman's rights group, for it. So, I'll probably get my way anyway. I'm stoked. If not, I'm sure someone will marry me and file all the appropriate paperwork on my behalf. I'm stoked as Hell.

. .and, the best - case scenerio ~ If all goes well, I'll be getting my tubes cut, cauterized, and tied within a week. HOW KILLER IS THAT?!?!? Damn straight it is. No one with ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER hear Heather saying - "Well, damn, I'm knocked up." EVER!!! This is so killer. It's killer squared!

February 23, 2003

Well, since you asked nicely -

NO! I already told Kristin he could do it. Talk to him.
heather nice post i feel ya

but i couldnt do that im a guy i would take full advantage of that situation


by the way can me and hugo pimp your sister?

February 21, 2003

Finally went to the Museum of Glass today. My parents have a membership, so I got it free.

Some Swedish guy's collection opened. Big fancy gala bullshit, bunch of douchebags dressed up all fancy, laughing all fake-like. There I was in jeans and a flannel.

This Swedish dude did some neat shit with glass, but the hotshop was by far the best part. Entirely amazing. Somewhere during the hour or so we watched them do this shit from ten feet away, I had a sudden thought:

"Why the hell am I not doing that right now?"

Then came a moment of enlightenment, when I really couldn't come up with any answer.

So, I think I'll look into what it takes to get into the field.
The heart wants what it wants


I met a man tonight that, throughout our evening together, reminded me again of a weary line. The heart wants what it wants. So many take that as truth, as did I at one point. Of course, you have to question why it wants, how it tells you. I know that a sixteen year old heart has no idea what it wants; I have serious doubts that the twenty-one year old heart knows; I question whether or not the fifty-six year old heart is certain.

There is a college drama conference just North of Seattle right now. My cousin, Christopher, is there; so I went up to see him tonight. I expected us to just hang out; he took me to a ravette. I don't think I have to tell you all that I am not a member of that whole scene. After being approached by someone whose sex I may never be certain of, I decided to leave. I smiled and nodded, trying to be very polite, until I was asked a question. I waited through a long pause and a quizzical look from . . . this person.. . , I finally replied with "ß íå ãîâîðþ àíãëèéñêèé ÿçûê." and excused myself. Some fun.

As I headed out, I was approached again, this time by another member of my cousin's convention. This time, certain that this was a man, I talked to him for a minute. He was nice. He was Alaskan. Ha ha ha. Some fun.

This man was a Brandon, and we decided to go for coffee. We had been talking for several hours when he invited me back to his hotel room with him.

There was a time when I had no qualms whatsoever with accompanying a strange man home. My heart, at that time, wanted someone near me. My heart told me to seek the thrill and danger of slipping out before first light; and I believe to this day that there is an excitement therein. I wish something - anything - would give me the same thrill that sleeping with a stranger provides; I'm sure there is, but I don't know what it is.

Without stalling, I told him I'd love to. After all, that's not promising anything, right? We talked more on the way back, went up to his room, talked more in the room. Nothing - not even the slightest stirring of the adventure I once boxed with in the same situation. In that moment, I realized that my nineteen year old heart knows nothing of life, little of love. My fifteen year old heart was more certain of what it wanted. I waited for an opportunity to leave.

This man - this Brandon - was wearing a bracelet. The club we met in gave them to people over 21 to identify who could drink and who could not. Knowing this, I asked him what it was. He told me, so I asked him his age - 24. I feigned a "Wow", leaving him with a question about my age. "Seventeen."

Let me tell you - there has never been anything so phenomenal as the look on his face. Needless to say, I went back to find Chris.

I know my posts are tedious. I wish sometimes I led a more exciting life, but doubt I ever will. That's usually okay with me ~ I just hope that my heart comes to know what it wants, why it wants it, and how to get it.

February 20, 2003

so basically, you live down the street from me James?
unenlightened.

I finally met some people at my school that I can have a conversation with. This is a nice change of pace.
1. Breanna : I walk outside of my front door and if it is dark outside a big red ARBYS sign glows in the distance. I can walk to the Regal Movie Theatre. And more specifically, It is an apartment complex right behind Seven Eleven on Meridian at the intersection of 128th street named Aspen Creek. Woe the uninlightened.

2. I fell asleep. damnit. Now I have to pack, drive home, take a shower, go to work. FARGHARGH.

3. I dont know, I got nothin.
Okay, just out of curiosity, where is your apartment James? Heather called Justin the other night and told him that it is right by our house/her dad's house/Jimmy's parents house. However, I was unaware that there were apartments right around there. Any how, I was just wondering...
what haven't I missed? Everything.
what have I missed? Absolutely nothing.

1. Heather : I told you multiple times to leave your father. I actually mocked, critisized, poked fun at, swore at, and ridiculed you for this. Now is hardly the time to say : " why didnt anyone yell at me? " - pbbbhhttbbt :b

2. Having your own place is ... odd. It isnt as drastic a change as most people figure it to be - but living with other people will always be a chore. Im slowly becoming accustomed to " apartment life " - the noises themselves ... not knowing "who that is" but knowing that at around nine o clock in the morning they always take a slow bath is somewhat comforting - had I known it'd be so " actively noisey " then maybe I would have moved out alone - being that the noise would keep me sane. Would it? I do not know.

3. are you DEPRESSED - has life GOT YOU DOWN - then grow the fuck up. I was thinking for a while today at work, whilst I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned ( and cleaned ) - about depression. About how people get depressed and how most of the time those people aren't productive. It is because that people are bored or not dedicated to something that depression seeps in. I mean who the fuck really has time to be depressed - more-or-less : WHAT IS THER TO BE DEPRESSED ABOUT? I seriously believe depression is a sign of malintelligence. A big helping of "wake the fuck up" is the cure-all for depression. I got here ( old home ) - got online, and look what I come back to!

depression.
shoot me,
but shoot me in the head so i stop thinking the things i do. give me silence.
peace from my fears and thoughts. =\


I mean seriously. This is good stuff. It makes me feel for him. it does. I mean jeez. I would be depressed to in a self inflicted hell of my own creation. FUBAR

4. I will now go take a poo poo and then pack+go home.

February 19, 2003

Heather going to a Christian school.......

February 18, 2003

Oh my holy fucking Christ!!!

Not only did my link work, it opens in its own pop-up!!!! I'm so skilled!!!
If you must insist upon typing the way you do, I would suggest that you don't insult anyone else's spelling. In all fairness, we do have a spell check button.

Don't feed me any arguments about how "Well, I know my posts are fucked up as all get out, I just don't care.". She may be stupid, but you're just inconsiderate. It takes me forever to read your posts;

and don't feed me any arguments about how "Well, if you don't want to read it, then don't bother looking at it.". So far as I am concered, when someone posts something here it's because they find it to be interesting enough to share it with us, and it's only polite to read it. After all, who wants to be the one left out of the loop should the subject come up later?

Don't feed me any arguments about how "Well, Micheal and Mr. R spell worse than I do!", because, well, they're Micheal and Mr. R. They don't have to know anything about anything. They're going to be living the high life with the money they earn pimping my sister. (and, NO you two, that doesn't mean I'm going to let you pimp my sister)

Meanwhile, I'm finally enrolling in college. I'll be going this coming fall after my father's wife moves up here. Woo - fucking - hoo. You can veiw the lame-assed college that took me(and James, please fix the link if I'm stupid, and I'm sorry for using the name) here. How exciting, eh? I applied there back in the day, but revoked my application after I apparently became my father's wife. So, for those of you who are my friends:

Why the Hell did none of you kick my ass and tell me to leave sooner?

February 17, 2003

sorry about the posting i cant read what i type wile i type it mike can vouch for how crappy my comp is!!
well jimmoi seems how your in the tary and i will end up ythere i need to know if i could end up being a helochoper medic ive basicaly got all i need to be a norm medic but i want to be for the tary do some lookin for me??
if you do there could be some mike sex for you next time you come up ill sell it to you half price;)
Military - teach something useful?
You gotta be shitting me?

If they teach people shit that can be used in the outside world, the people will realize they can make actual money in the outside world. Then the money they spent to train them will go down the fucking tubes come re-up time.
WHAT THE CHROIST JIMMOI -

if you're off in the mill - o - tary why the fuck dont they teach you basic computer skll(z) ?

FIRST - cut down the fux0ring size of your images! hack a photoshop program or something, SHIT.
SECOND - learn to do basic HTML TAGS like IMAGE SOURCING. you cannot cut short and put w=300 or h=400.

ARGARGARGARGH.

I hate your posts so much! ;b

February 15, 2003

You'll need a windows boot disk....
Yeah, I gathered that you were against the idea of walking into the woods with a pair of flaming sticks (which shows a great deal more intelligence than I would have credited you with). I was wondering what the hell you meant by "forest implies LARGE trees and cleering blow"

Napster - your option now is to fdisk, format and scan the drive. If it passes, reinstall. If not, replace the drive and you're off and running again. Don't condemn a machine for a bad drive....
OK hold on....what the hell were you trying to say with "forest implies LARGE trees and cleering blow" anyway?

The whole "free college" thing is not all it's cracked up to be....if you read the fine print, it all says "if you qualify." Chances are, you won't. Otherwise, the gov't would be broke for putting people through school after a two-year hitch.

Not to mention, I've noticed you don't take orders very well....what makes you think that you'll be able to take asinine orders from some jackass sergeant?

February 14, 2003

we have signed the lease.
walking to our cars, anthony said to me : " hey, we're adults now. awesome "
that was the idea. that is the idea. that is that.

we've now crossed the border into the land that which only few of my associates have passed.
bradbury rents. breanna+justin rent(ed?). Jeff rents.
These are people who live beyond the confines of thier pre-ordained shelter called " mamma " and " pappa "
there are others, sadly - that I know who will not.
who ... unforutnately, be it through what they want or what they have become accustomed to :
will not experience this aspect of life.

for those, I feel sorry for.
I accept each and every turn that life will bring.
I accept that this is now and tomorrow is later.
I accept that I am tired.

I appreciate that I know each and everyone of you.

Lord have mercy.
Michael... If you want advice on this subject, I would think you should talk to Steven, seeing as he was in the National Guard for like 6 mos. before they realized that he's bi-polar. Anyhow, he would have some sort of first hand knowlege of it.
Michael.....have you read the news at all recently?

Those in the National Guard are called up to active duty when they go to war. If you were in the National Guard, your ass would be digging foxholes in sand in the middle of a big-ass fucking desert right now.
Usually a "general protection fault" is a generic way for windows to say "oh shit, something went wrong" I would suspect it to be software related, but the heat theory is valid. Easy way to test - take the sides and/or top of the case off. If it's heat related then it won't recur with full ventilation. Assuming that the processor has a good enough fan/heatsink combo is fairly safe, usually if that's the problem you'll only get a few minutes of use before it craps.

But that doesn't sound like hardware. Typically when that's the problem it isn't nice enough to give you an error, it just stops working. Try re-installing your device drivers with the newest version you can find. Then you may have to reinstall windows....ugly stuff.

If it's not crashing during regular use (web, email, etc) then I would look at video card drivers, maybe even the card itself. Bad video cards can cause all kinds of strange shit to happen. Again, look into software first.

February 13, 2003

I'd take on Tim Eyman....but not because of his political views and practices (which I disagree with). I'd enjoy taking him out in a battle royal because he is a smug, yuppie little horse's ass. With him, I should get a 2-for-1 (he's kind of a pansy), and I'd have to pick...well, I'm not sure who. Just throw a lot of pop-star bubble-gum types into a hat and pick one out at random.....


In further news, if any of you were wondering, Oregon is still a festering shithole. Any place where people aren't even allowed to pump their own fucking gas rates fairly high up on the old "Worthless-O-Meter." Not to mention the concept of "SLOW TRAFFIC KEEP RIGHT" apears entirely foreign to the populous. Not that I'm saying Washington, or any other place besides the great autobahns of the Fatherland itself, is all that great at it. It just seems your average Oregonian has never even heard of it.

February 11, 2003

so we picked out an apartment.
its nice. real nice.

huzzah huzzah huzzah!
87 Pizza places?
How in the hell did you find that out?

Or do I even want to know?

As my coworker points out "It's hot. They don't get that there." and "...an oven to hover around."

February 10, 2003

I've come to the conclusion that the death of us all, indeed the ending of humanity itself will be caused by none other than ...

Minivans.


To be more specific, Chrysler minivans.
what happened to " the duelist" magazine?
well first of all it got jewed - changed the name and incorporated poke'mon into it.
information about it can be found : here

oh, but wait it gets better - so you try to subscribe to TopDeck magazine?
not happenin' because you cannot subscribe, I tried to find out and find this tidbit here

( for those of you lazy who wont click on a link, here is a little snippet )

    Johnny Wilson, group publisher for Wizards of the Coast, said, "Through extensive research, we have found that players that become experts in trading card games tend to use Internet sites to obtain most of their information. TopDeck magazine certainly created a new group of experts. These experts will now be able to receive updated and interesting news and features on our website 24 hours a day."
yeah. see. they dont give a shit about producing something you can buy and stash away and some time later re-read an article and remember " hey, that taught me how to build a deck "

fuckers.

but then there was mention of something called Sideboard magazine.
I looked into this. you can find it " online " here

it deals with tourney-talk. big pro " will this combo be big " shit ... and a bunch of other crap which I, quite frankly - dont believe holds anything against the articles I find in The Duelist because they seem too busy living up to themselves than " having fun " - it is almost as if now that there are pro-tournies an televised events they've forgotten that some kids still dont go to tournaments and play with their friends and have a local little group. This agitates me.

so.
if I can - im going to see if i can get ahold of a manner in which to actually publish something.
M:TG related. with articles that are fun, and about having fun.

Not about which combo will be seen in the next block.
or what mr. so-and-so had to say about Akroma's Vengeance.

Where is Mr. Suitcase when I need him?


( also - wrath of god is printed in 7th
better picture, in my opinion - more ... " akira " ish
)

February 08, 2003

Hey napster....Were you and some of your Drama chronies placing posters last night at BHS?

Nothing like 13 hours of overtime (at 29.70 per hour) to inflate the hell out of a paycheck....

February 06, 2003

Bullshit, you know you want one....it's hard to tell from the picture, but mine even has the decals on askew.

...


The only thing that could have made that situation better is if the sticker had said "God is my co-pilot"
God, fog, and totaled cars

average day at work today.
soon a pre-feeder will be on my machine, no more manual feeding.
( we're actually pretty depressed about this, no more ... well, ... hard-work )
no i am not jealous of a spanaway shot-glass.
( today I had a revelation that I live and work in a very " redneck " atmosphere'd area )
can you smell what the rock is cooking?

side note :
I drive home and if I leave at a particular time I am always there in front of a church to see this little ricer-honda pull out the church-driveway, and I almost hit him/her once. Well, today that sucker got smashed. I'm talkin' totaled. Some big green truck ( I want to say F350 but it just SEEMED that huge in comparison to the ... or ... well ... what little was left of - the honda ) - smashed right into him. And boy oh boy do I love fog. The kicker?

the honda had a bumper sticker.
the bumper sticker said :
Warning! In case of rapture, driver will not be operating vehicle
or something to that extent.
having never seen the back of the honda, I snickered.
It was only that, later on down the road,
when I had to pull off to the side of the road and let an ambulance blare past me that I actually laughed out loud.
Lesson?

February 05, 2003

And now, for something completely different.....


That's right. You're all jealous now, aren't you?

[seems the picture might not have worked. Damn]
Woo - hoo -

Me and Snaundra went to Castle, and she got her very first strap on. *sniffle sniffle* My little boy's all grown up! hehehehe - bend over, bois, she's coming for ya!

Meanwhile, I have finally become a woman! That's right, I got my first vibrator! Hold the applause. :) It's a great day to be a chick.
It mainly smell skank, with maybe a hint of retard as well.....

February 04, 2003

A note from my sister:

Micheal, you suck ass. Die and rot in Hell. None of you will ever be able to pay to have sex with me because you are nasty, nasty hoes; and I am not. and you could not afford it, anyway. and thank you to James for not calling me a hottie. Everyone else, will you list their names, no, no, no, Heather! Will you list their names? Dude, Duuuuuddddddeeeeeee. You suck ass. Okay, let me think of what I wanna say. Shut up. Let's see, there was Micheal, Steven, Aaron, Mike Rigney, ummmmmm. . .whoever else was there die and rot in hell because yous nasty and . . .don't tell them to rot in hell, I don;t want them to invade my space. .. I hate you so *in Cartman voice* very, very much. and I hate Jimi so very, very much because he's gay and he's so very gay and he needs a new boyfriend because Micheal is apparently not working out and I hate you both so very, very much. You all suck, The end - no love, no love, for I have no love fo ya'll - *with emphasis* no love fo ya'll!!! but James is a hom-ee. Don't love 'im, but he's a hom-eeee. dude. I come off sounding like some gangsta wanna be. That's all. Poop on you are you done now

February 03, 2003

Micheal and Mr. R ->

What was that shit?


and, on a side note to Micheal ->
No, you cannot!

February 01, 2003

well shit-cakes.
on a side note : the picture of him giving barney head was still fun.

and yesterday has to be THE BEST day of the year, so far.
YOU HEAR THAT SUCKAS? I HAD A GOOD DAY. thats right.

Not only did I get a ten cent raise ( which goes into my 4% annual raise, meaning in a few months it'll be 14.70, whoo! )
but a ton of great things happened.

I just cannot remember them.
woe.

anywho.
Shari's was a good outing.
Im hungry. and tired.

whoosh.