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?)

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!

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?

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.

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.

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

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?

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

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?