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[15 Apr 2005|12:26am] |
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Though I never update, I had to inform the world of a bit of juicy gossip I've stumbled across. And now, with no further ado ... a conversation with Shane:
HollaBackNow592: Did u hear our friend Britney Spears is pregnant?
Pesto444: I did!
HollaBackNow592: I don't like that girl.
Pesto444: I've been meaning to ask ... is it yours?
HollaBackNow592: SSSSSHHHH!
HollaBackNow592: It's a secret!
Pesto444: Sorry! Mum's the word ... I just had a hunch.
HollaBackNow592: I fucked her SO hard, Sara, you wouldnt believe.
So, there it is. Shane's responsible for the spawn of Britney. I knew it all along.
Damnit Shane.
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| Behold! |
[01 Dec 2004|11:50am] |
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So simple, yet so true.
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| Wild Berry Filling |
[23 May 2003|12:54pm] |
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About the only thing cooler than poptarts (burnt or unburnt) are Finding Nemo poptarts! (take a gander)
This unworldly cool thing is even cooler because on the back of the box there are 10 thrilling fish jokes. Because they have delighted me so, I shall relate some of this high-brow humor to you. Good god, you're lucky!
How do fish get to school?
- By Octobus
What's the best way to communicate with a fish?
- Drop it a line
Where do you find the most fish?
- Between the head and the tail.
Why are dolphins smarter than humans?
- Within three hours they can train a man to stand at the side of a pool and feed them fish.
What's the difference between a fish and a piano?
- You can't tuna fish.
What should you do if you find a shark in your bed?
- Sleep somewhere else.
What do you get when you cross a shark with a rose?
-I don't know, but I wouldn’t put my nose anywhere near it.
Why did the clownfish cross the road?
- Because it was the chicken's day off.
Why shouldn’t you put a Great White in a toaster?
- You might get an electric shark.
Glory, I say. Glory.
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| Shocked, are we? |
[23 May 2003|01:25am] |
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Sitting alone in a room carpeted with crumpled paper and assorted half-filled notebooks I thought to myself, "I should clean!"
Funny word, should. It makes me hate whatever task follows it with such a passion that I can never bring myself to do it. For quite a while it's been, "I should update my livejournal." Therefore, I avoided it ... with great skill. However, as of late the list of shoulds has become freakishly long:
- I should clean my room
- I should do some homework
- I should do laundry
- I should get my life together
- I should build a time machine and join the Beatles
- I should become ruler of the world
... thus making the should in "I should update my livejournal" pale in comparison to the rest.
A fantastical story, but true.
In other news: according to that little quiz of Shane’s I’m destined to sleep with Jude Law. Bring it on, BRING IT!
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| Tacos |
[26 Nov 2002|09:57pm] |
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Italics, even when not intended, are extremely profound. Of course, by profound I mean … snazzy, and by snazzy I mean … slanted, and by slanted I mean … uh … italicized. Because italics are so very … italicized … I have decided to write this entire entry in them. Ah, entry-ala-Perry.
I know the questions that have been on the forefront of your collective minds have been: what the Bah-Jesus has been going on in Sara’s life and why does she continually fail to write about it? Well, my adoring public, those are exactly the questions I intend to answer.
My life has been filled up by this glorious monster called God’s Country which I somehow managed to weasel my way into, and, more impressively, weasel my way out of intact and breathing. The show, which has loomed over my world all term, is over now and has left me with piles of unfinished papers and hours of ignored classes begging to gnaw away at this “free-time” sensation I should be experiencing.
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| Jesus McCrap! An Update! |
[22 Nov 2002|07:56am] |
A night of fantastic times with one of the cooler groups of people in this crazy little world is a fine excuse for updating a livejournal.
However, I must rush out the door shortly to whore my soul to this pathetic school some more -- so my entry can not be long and full of joy and twinkies.
Did I saw twinkies?
Yes. Yes I did.
(translation: I owe you all a real livejournal update ... and it'll happen ... someday.)
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[06 Nov 2002|07:23am] |
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So little time, so little sanity.
There are many things to be said, but I will save them for another day and just say one thing of dire importance: go here and love what you see, or I'll have to come and beat yo' silly ass. Fear me.
Congrats to you, Juliette! The comic rocked my socks away.
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| Oh, Lordy. |
[10 Oct 2002|09:13am] |
A man in an ill-fitting suit stood on the street corner today handing out mini-bibles. Mini-bibles that were green, mind you.
When I politely declined his offer, he glared at me as if to say "enjoy your time in hell's dark fire." This made me upset. I wanted to say "look, dude ... you don't see me standing on a street corner at 8:00am in the cold handing out stupid green books. If there is a God, I am sure he's laughing his ass off at you."
Instead I just smiled and told him I was Jewish. The end.
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| Boo. |
[30 Sep 2002|06:53am] |
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I seriously need to get down and jiggy with this updating business.
I have returned to the bowels of the earth, affectionately known as “Mo-Town” to a few of it’s citizens. Though I always come back to realize that I don’t really hate this place with as much passion as I swear I do when I’m away, I’m still antsy and looking to change things. It’s a quaint little town, but I’ve had enough of it.
My new apartment is snazzy, however, and one of my roommates is a mad muffin-making machine! This is a good thing, because muffins are enjoyable. In fact, they are so enjoyable that you should go here, even if you’ve already seen the glory that resides behind that link.
My first class starts in an hour, and it makes me cry.
To prevent the aforementioned crying I bought myself a pet plant, whom I have named Fibonacci. Feel free to claim your place in Fibonacci’s extended family – he needs godparents and what not.
La la la la … let’s hope the coffee kicks in soon.
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| Must be the low-watt instutional lighting |
[13 Sep 2002|11:18pm] |
After many sad days of not having my darling computer in working condition, it is finally up and running!
This means that I can now …
- pollute the air once more with my nerdy music of doom.
- spend hours that would otherwise be used for something productive watching downloaded cartoon shows.
- spend hours that would otherwise be used for something productive playing the SIMs (not one word … I know I’m a dork).
- waste my time in many other creative ways.
Hawt damn, I’ll never see the light of day again!
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| "... but they can't stop us from singing!" |
[06 Sep 2002|12:51pm] |
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In response to Evan’s entry about movies that are just begging for musical adaptations, I thought I would pitch a few more glorious ideas.
Silence of the Lambs (1991)
Surly, I am not the first one to think of this. It would be brilliant – beyond brilliant, really. Just get that Lloyd Webber fellow to do the score and it would be a surefire hit. Featuring show stopping numbers like “fava bean fever” and a rearrangement of “I’ve got you under my skin.” It would be beautiful.
Jurassic Park (1993)
If there is one thing the modern stage is lacking, it’s singing dinosaurs -- and we ain’t talkin’ Barney, folks. Julie Taymore, who realized the stage version of The Lion King, would be the perfect choice for creating the giant puppet antagonists: fearsome creatures that are ready to tear you limb from limb, and dance their way into your heart. The musical would feature hit songs like, “Hi, John! (the DNA song)” and “That dino sneezed on me”.
Psycho (1960)
I have two words for you: “shower duet”. Give everyone's favorite momma's boy a top hat and a cane -- and baby, you've got yourself a hit!
Oh man, I better stop making musical theater jokes before the dork police come and arrest me … again.
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[28 Aug 2002|10:36am] |
This ...
... has made me so very happy.
I am going to move to the 1920's sometime.
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[27 Aug 2002|03:03am] |
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A note to Shane: If you don't audition for the musical today I will cry and vomit blood everywhere. Everywhere.
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| Boop Boop Dittam Dattem Wattem, Choo! |
[27 Aug 2002|02:56am] |
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And here I am, so very back from my stay in the bowles of Washington. Back to life, back to work, back to writing pointless things in a live journal. :)
Now it is time for a moment of pure truth ...
<a
Indeed.
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| Little Miss. Pathetic |
[09 Aug 2002|11:49am] |
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Wes Anderson is a divine being.
I have always enjoyed his films, of course. Rushmore and The Royal Tenenbaums proved to be very enjoyable cinematic experiences – however, as of late I have become horribly addicted to Wes Anderson.
I have been spending an ungodly amount of my free time watching his three movies over and over again for no apparent reason. The fact that he has only made three films makes this obsession slightly more pathetic and ridiculous. I mean, well, that’s a lot of Rushmore.
It seems to me that I desperately need to get a life. Oh well.
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[08 Aug 2002|03:14pm] |
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I read somewhere that waking up at 2:00pm is a sign of genius. Maybe.
It was my birthday a few days ago, a nice yearly reminder that I have not done very much with my life. Perhaps the waking up at 2:00pm plays into this somehow … hrm. However, it was a fine birthday. Some of it was even grand.
On Thursday I saw Cher ride around on a giant elephant, how many people can say that? The perpetually too generous Shane gave me a ticket to her farewell concert as a gift, and we had a swell time. Hoo-ooo-oo! To make things even better we went by a restaurant called “Viva Los Hotdogs,” now if that can’t make your day I don’t know what can. Best birthday gift, EVER.
And then … other birthday stuffs happened, which was all fine as well, but paled in comparison.
In other news, I hate hotmail with a passion. The burning passion of a thousand suns -- a thousand suns that have burning passion, mind you.
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| Me writes good. |
[31 Jul 2002|04:28pm] |
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Modern Aquarius: I am happy that you are writing in your journal more often.
Modern Aquarius: One of the reasons is because you type in complete sentences and punctuate and everything!
Pesto444: LOL ... I do?
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