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Monday, August 18th, 2003
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12:51 pm
On Clay Aiken's transformation...
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...from nerdy guy with big ears and big feet, to object of the screaming, hysterical, drooling, fainting, panty-throwing adoration of thousands of women. (Though he still has big ears and feet -- and he dances like a stick figure.)
Dominic: It's a ploy to make nerdy guys hate their self-image and become as obsessed with their looks as everyone else!
Me: Maybe if more nerdy guys paid just a little bit of attention to their looks, they'd get more attractive women and thus breed a race of good-looking, intelligent people who would eventually take over the world by dint of good hair and technological/information savvy.
Dominic: Ahh, touché.
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| Friday, August 1st, 2003
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02:34 pm
Things my roommates left for me to fix/clean/replace, because they are horrible people.
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A broken faceplate for an electrical outlet.
The stove.
The fridge.
The outside of all the doors.
The mini-blinds.
The walls.
The kitchen and entryway floors.
The laundry closet doors.
The light fixture in the living room.
The fan blades on the ceiling fans.
Inkstains on the coffee table.
The drip pans on the stove.
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| Wednesday, July 30th, 2003
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11:07 pm
Ooh, something to note.
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If you don't get all the inside jokes in that interview thing, don't worry. I'm really manic right now, and also...um, well, not making a lot of sense. So. I'll write a follow-up post tomorrow. It'll give me something to do other than download 10,000 floors for my Sims.
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10:36 pm
The Interview Game.
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This is something that several people I know should do. Here are the rules! Roguey asked these questions.
-- Leave a comment saying you want to be interviewed.
-- I will respond by asking you 4 - 6 questions.
-- You will answer those questions in a new post on your LiveJournal.
-- You will include this explanation in your post.
-- If and when other people want to be interviewed, you will ask them 4 - 6 questions.
1. What's the secret to winning at laser tag?
Well, obviously, when you're in a chaotic situation with many black walls, loud pounding music, and lots of people running around armed with Luxury Sedans, you need to...cheat. By this, I mean that if you have three people on your team playing against eighteen other people on two opposing teams, one of your three people should...cheat. The best way to accomplish this is for her to be tall and entirely devoted to standing in front of the home base sensor so that no one can shoot it. She needs to be a strong person, willing to withstand the slings and arrows of misfortune -- or at least of small children hurling insults, laser beams, and (entirely accurate) accusations of being a cheater at her. Also, it helps to have a hyperactive future SWAT team member on your side, as well as a girl who spends the whole time shooting people at long range and then hiding to laugh her head off at the puzzled expressions on their face when they're silently deactivated. Five squared.
2. Favorite local food?
It's gotta be the toasted rav. No, really. It's gotta be the...you know what? Missouri's only local food is corn. And I don't really like corn that much. So, I really have to say that my favorite local food is the food I cook in my own kitchen. Locally. Or the kimchee at Okii Mama.
3. Where's the best place to look for high contrast demonspawn?
On the longest tram in the world. Either that, or wherever you find crowds of giggling, moronic teenagers standing in the dark with a camera that has a little bitty flash. Of course, why you should want to look for them is quite beyond me. In my opinion, they should be taken out and inhumanely shot. ...but that's just me.
4. What do you really want to be when you grow up?
An Oscar Mayer Weiner. Or possibly, you know, a writer and a communication theorist. Whichever works out best -- it's not like I'm gonna set my future in stone right now.
5. Do you like protons, neutrons, electrons, or nuclei best?
Electrons. They're negative, and I can really sympathize with that.
6. Now assign each of the above to everyone you know!
Um?
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| Saturday, July 26th, 2003
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12:08 am
Addendum 2.
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| Friday, July 25th, 2003
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11:49 pm
An addendum.
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It should be noted, when viewing the previous post, that I am very emotional and PMSy right now.
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(write the Hellmouse)
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11:28 pm
IN WHICH my life is being complicated.
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Albuquerque was amazing — pirates, burritos, really silly tourist stuff, big long tram rides in the dark in the mountain, horrible girls, epic videogames and mixtapes, and boys...among other things, with a bigger update when I'm less awful.
In the complicated vein...
-- My mother and I are clashing over the fact that I'm messy.
-- There's issues with me needing to close down utilities at one apartment and open them at another.
-- There's complicated love triangles and quadrangles and FREAKIN' POLYGONS all over wherever I look. Meanwhile, I haven't been interested in a boy or had a boy interested in me for over a year.
-- WORK STRESS. The issue is out late and crap and huge pile of crap and advertising rates and e-mail issues and server issues and new-year issues and design issues and content update issues and OH MY FREAKING GOD.
-- There's issues with me needing to go up and clean my apartment, and pack everything up and move it to a storage space, and clean the apartment from top to bottom, and move the boxes to the new apartment and unpack them.
-- There's issues with me possibly not GETTING a storage space and instead having to get a UHAUL and tow all my stuff to my parents' house and then back.
-- I have to drive at least seven hours tomorrow.
-- This hotel room I'm in is really expensive.
-- Dominic is not talking to me. Or he's really mad at me. I don't think I can handle that.
-- SCHOOL STRESS. So much unresolved stuff, with the appeal and the D and the change in class schedules and the papers my ENGL 205 teacher LOST and the residency paperwork.
-- LACK OF MONEY. Big honking debt to my parents. Big expenses this month and next.
-- Sadness at leaving Albuquerque.
-- Missing of my online friends and the Columbia friends.
-- Oral surgery to cancel and reschedule.
-- Bigtime room cleaning and waiting hell from my parents as soon as I get home tomorrow.
-- I'm going to need another oil change soon, and also I think my tires need rotating, and my wiper blades want replacing, and there's bug guts all over my windshield
that I think got BAKED on, because I CANNOT get them off.
-- Slaughterhouse-Six. Tanking. Stickers not done for Otakon. Advertising not happening, updates not being updated, crap crap crap crap crap.
I want to cry. Or die. Or both.
All my moral support is mad at me or gone or not available.
I don't think I can deal with any of this.
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| Friday, July 18th, 2003
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10:08 am
The Great Escape.
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I did something crazy that I will never, ever admit to my mother that I did: I drove straight to Albuquerque from work, seventeen hours. It took me several tanks of gas; innumerable full-caffeine, full-sugar Cokes; three No-Doz; one Wendy's spicy chicken sandwich, 1/2 bag of Hot & Spicy Chex Mix, and 1/4 package beef jerky; 5 excellent CD's overplayed to a criminal degree; and two really long phone calls: one to Prince and one, at the end, to Ashleigh.
I started out at noon from Columbia and got to Kansas City just a little before two. As ever, that part of the drive was boring. The only things to see along the way are lots and lots of nudie bookstores and a huge fireworks factory store, plus the outlet mall in Odessa. And it didn't improve once I crossed the border into Kansas...oh no.
Let the records show that Kansas state, particularly along the turnpike, is possibly the most stultifying thing I have ever driven through. It was very green, and very flat, and very abandoned-looking. The most interesting part of that segment of the drive is that there were, occasionally, cows.
Most of the rest of the drive was uneventful. I spent a lot of time with no signal on my cell phone, listening to music. I got to Oklahoma City by the time I'd projected, 8:30 p.m., but was in a "driving groove," as it were. Keeping going seemed the easiest, and so I did. I was psyched to get to Amarillo...
...except then, just inside the Texas border, I hit dead-end traffic. We were stopped for an hour and a half, not moving an inch. Eventually, I got tired of wondering why and called 911 from the temperamental cell phone, pulling the "I'm-18-and-alone-and-scared-and-please-tell-me-what-is-going-on" routine, which worked like a charm. "Oh, ma'am, there was a real big accident up ahead of you. They're clearing it out now."
Hallelujah.
Still, even after that call it was quite a while before we began moving again, so I called Prince and we rambled at each other for a bit. Lucky thing he was up that late! When the traffic started moving again, my signal started flaking out again, so we said goodbye and I kept on driving.
At some point during Texas, I stopped at one of the many, many Love's Travel Centers. I pulled in, got a drink and some gas, and left...and promptly missed the exit onto the freeway, instead hitting an insane one-way access road that went on and on for miles. By the time I managed to turn around and drive all the way back to the same exit I'd missed, I'd lost at least forty minutes.
Amarillo came and went pretty peacefully. And then it got hard.
At another Love's Travel Center, I ended up calling Ashleigh and having her talk me through the last two hours. I got there really late and Ashleigh put me to bed, where I lay twitching from caffeine overdose for a good hour...and then fell asleep.
What an excellent trip.
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| Tuesday, July 15th, 2003
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10:00 pm
The Maneater Work Ethic.
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Elie: "We're totally dedicated to this paper. I mean, look. We're here now. The Maneater is at the top of our list of priorities."
Tim: "Good."
Me: "Yeah, after we went shopping, stopped for iced tea, bought shoes and stopped for dinner, we came straight here!"
Tim: "That's the kind of thing I want to hear."
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(write the Hellmouse)
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09:56 pm
The Trip to ABQ, Part One.
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I've begun my pilgrimage to Albuquerque...almost. On Sunday, I drove to Columbia and have been schmaltzing around waiting to go to work. I'll go to work tomorrow and leave directly from there, stopping only to run a few errands and then skipping town, ABQ or bust.
Ian Guerin said that he was going to send me a route that would shorten my trip anywhere up to 4 hours -- and he hasn't sent it yet, so it looks like it's going to be the old 17-hour drive anyway. There's NO WAY I can make that in one day, so I'm going to have to plan on stopping just outside of Oklahoma City anyway.
Hopefully I can find somewhere to stay that I can get Internet access!
Today I got all excited about the trip and bought Roguey some presents. :) Can't wait to see her.
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| Saturday, July 12th, 2003
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06:08 pm
The e-mail I sent to The Maneater listserv.
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Hello, all you lovely people!
In the grand tradition of reckless college behavior, I've decided to undertake a solo road trip to Albuquerque -- that's right, kids, sixteen or seventeen hours each way. By myself.
Needless to say, if I'm going to arrive in the great state of New Mexico with any trace of my usual sanity, I'm going to need something to listen to other than the voices in my head. This is where you come in.
If you're in Columbia, and especially if you're going to be around for production night on Tuesday, you should make me a mix CD and drop it off at the office, in the online editor's mailbox, by Tuesday night. Really, you should. Everyone knows there's no better time-waster and homework-avoidance technique than making a mixed music CD for someone else. Now's your chance to goof off AND benefit someone else.
Consider it your charity work for the season...not that I expect you to waste all that time for my sole benefit without getting something in return.
In return for mix CD's, I offer full return on CD-R's. You give me a CD-R filled with music, and I'll give you a blank one to replace it. (Or one filled with OTHER music, whichever you prefer.) There will also be baked goods involved. Cookies, most likely, and possibly pie or brownies or cake.
If you're not in Columbia, I'd also be thrilled unto future-cookie-baking for track listings of imaginary mix CD's, so that I can download the things off the Internet and burn the discs myself.
If that's not quite enough, remember that by most peoples' standards I have pretty weird taste. That means that you can throw in almost anything, and I'll listen to it. That also means, if your musical taste goes the other way, that this is your big chance to attempt to mainstream me. I'll be so bored that I'll probably listen to the Farting Bagpipe-Players' rendition of The Song That Never Ends. Or Kurt Cobain.
Either way, the call is clear: I need music. Don't you owe it to your opportunistic sweet tooth to give me some?
-- Michelle,
AKA "That computer girl,"
or, if you're Kate Heine, "Mary" or "Elie"
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| Wednesday, July 9th, 2003
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10:48 pm
Strange dreams, unrest in the household, and Diet Sprite.
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Lately, I seem to be given to these very strange dreams in which I am not at all involved. They seem to be largely fantasy, and some of them have complicated plots with villains and heroes, sidekicks, exposition, climax, resolution... They're like slightly surreal movies in my head. I'm not sure what to make of them -- I've never had dreams like this before. But a couple of them would make excellent stories.
Hmm.
I'm not going to pretend that the dreams have anything to do with what I'm about to say next. I never was good at phrasing and segueing journal entries into small masterpieces, like Roguey is. This is simply a dumping ground, and...to my Dee, a telegraph. :) A lifeline to my other half. The news in brief.
Anyway.
It looks like my parents are going to move again, thanks to a few greedy partners in the group he's been working at for the last year. They raised the buy-in an obscene amount and refuse to budge, and my dad also refuses to budge. My mother says that in a while, she's going to open up a nationwide search for new jobs for my father. They might move back east, which would mean nothing REALLY for me, except that I wouldn't live four hours from them anymore. I'd have to fly home. And they'd be out of prudish little Cape Girardeau, so I would even enjoy my time at home more.
All in all, it's not a bad thing for me. The people it would affect would be my parents and my younger brother. My dad's getting older now, and he's behind the game as far as earning years goes because he spent so many years in the military. My brother's thirteen and just starting to enjoy the opportunity to make long-term friends -- something that I never had, and which my parents had hoped HE would be able to have. My mother has also just started making friends again. And my parents bought a house here and all.
I don't know what's going on with people anymore. I really don't.
And what about the diet Sprite? I've weaned myself onto it and lost three pounds. Go me. :D
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| Saturday, July 5th, 2003
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02:27 am
I can't believe I said that.
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Blues and Rhythm [1:36 AM]: Look, you have to think of your story like sex. Without the building tension, without climax and the end, you're just fooling yourself. That's not a story. That's pointless.
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(write the Hellmouse)
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| Friday, July 4th, 2003
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08:23 pm
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1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? Michelle Marie Croyle, originally Lee Hye-Mee, and occasionally Michelle Lee
2. WHAT COLOR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING? Black.
3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? The season finale of M*A*S*H.
4. WHAT ARE THE LAST FOUR DIGITS OF YOUR PHONE NUMBER? 6126.
5. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Pizza! Pepperoni Lovers'.
7. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW? Hot. Hot, hot, hot. And noisy. But nice and cool inside the house.
8. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED WITH ON THE PHONE? Dominic.
9. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX? Face. :)
10. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS? I stole from Dee. Dee knows who and how close to me she is.
11. HOW ARE YOU TODAY? Tired.
12. FAVORITE DRINK? Tea, cherry Clearly Canadian, diet Sprite...
13. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK? Wine.
14. FAVORITE SPORTS? Artistic gymnastics, figure skating, ice dancing, ice hockey, diving, swimming, eventing, dressage...
15. HAIR COLOR? Black with vague reddish-brown streaks.
16. EYE COLOR? Brown.
17. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Sometimes. We're trying to work that out.
18. SIBLINGS AND THEIR AGES: Michael, 13.
19. FAVORITE FOOD? Popcorn.
20. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Catch Me If You Can.
21. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR? The last day of school.
22. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT? No, not shy. Just not interested in anyone right now.
23. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS BETTER? Scary movies scare me. :) I love happy endings.
24. SUMMER OR WINTER? Autumn. ;)
25. HUGS OR KISSES? Hugs. People trying to kiss me kind of freaks me out, but I like hugs.
26. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS? Neither?
27. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? Vanilla.
28. DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIENDS TO WRITE BACK? Uh.
29. WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Noooo one. Maybe Roguey. She gets homesick for these things sometimes.
30. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Dee, 'cause she already did.
31. LIVING ARRANGEMENTS? In limbo, soon to be my single in Columbia. :)
32. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? I'm actually not reading one at the moment, which I admit is somewhat unusual for me. I read four during the hellish vacation, though: Catch Me If You Can, by Frank W. Abagnale; Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, by J.K. Rowling; Daughter of the Forest, by ____ Marillier; and Acorna's Search, by Anne McCaffrey.
33. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? I don't have one.
34. FAVORITE BOARD GAME? Life. :) Sorry is good, too.
35. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT? I slept.
36. FAVORITE SMELLS? Plumeria, fresh popcorn, roses, cocoa...hmm.
37. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING? Going back to sleep.
38. WHERE DO YOU PLAN TO GO, OR DID GO ON YOUR HONEY MOON? I don't know -- maybe my husband will have some kind of preference.
39. HOW DO YOU EAT AN OREO? I only eat the middle. I don't like chocolate. <= Me too. :D
40. WHAT IS THE NEXT CD YOU'RE GOING TO GET? I don't know. And that's the beauty of CD shopping with me -- it could be jazz, it could be rock, it could be classical, it could be emo...no one knows. :)
41. FAVORITE OUTFIT? I have a really cute dress -- classy, black with a small white dot print. Black lace trim. Lovely.
42. FAVORITE SEXUAL OUTFIT? I don't think I'm a sexy person.
43. FAVORITE OUTFIT ON THE OPPOSITE SEX? Button-up shirts and jeans on a guy. :) Mmm, jeans.
44. FAVORITE SEXUAL OUTFIT ON THE OPPOSITE SEX? Get back to me in a few years on that.
45. SAY ANYTHING YOU WANT TO: I <3 my friends.
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07:00 pm
Holiday drama.
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So, there was a lot of drama today -- it takes too much effort to retell it, having spent my fury elsewhere by now. Let it just be said that I hate holidays with my family, and I didn't get to see the movie that we were going to see.
On the upside, we had pizza. And there are firecrackers in the laundry room for after dark. I get to make sure my brother doesn't blow himself up. Whee hee.
Oh, and the M*A*S*H marathon on FX makes me happy. That's a LOT of M*A*S*H. ;)
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| Thursday, July 3rd, 2003
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05:11 pm
White Rabbit
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I'm late for so many things. I don't have the articles up for S6, I haven't even started work on Hellsing for S6, and I haven't gotten Dee's present in the mail. Ack! And I haven't been keeping up with Dee's LJ or Roguey's blogger. I feel like a bad Internet phantom-friend.
Hmm.
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05:09 pm
Theme music for the great escape.
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Required/desired theme music for the long drive to Albuquerque:
1. Fleetwood Mac, "Go Your Own Way" (suggested by: Roguey)
2. Frank Sinatra, "My Way"
3. Sparta, Wiretap Scars
4. Norah Jones, "Come Away With Me"
... Clearly, for a sixteen-hour drive, I'm gonna need way more music than this. :) Who's got suggestions?
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02:50 pm
Albuquirky.
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So. The thing is, I guess, that I invited a ton and a half of online/pseudo-online/non-line friends to celebrate my birthday with me, and they all said they would. And, for various reasons, they can't. And, for various reasons, this sucks.
Nevertheless, if they can't come to the party, I will take the party to...one of them. :) I am making my great escape to New Mexico to visit my Roguey, and that is that. I shall steal away after work on the 16th or 17th, and arrive in Albuquirky at some point in time to play with my dinobebe, sneeze at her cat, and scowl at her boy.
:) Happy birthday to me. (On June 5th, anyway.)
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| Tuesday, July 1st, 2003
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10:34 pm
This survey sucked my soul out.
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Name = Michelle Marie Croyle -- I have a foofy name. But it works.
Piercings = One hole per ear. I'm a closet rebel, really. Not that my closet is all that rebellious. Messy, mayb--yes, that joke is dead.
Tattoos = None.
Height = 5'5"
Shoe size = 8 and a half. Isn't it great how Dee makes me feel like a giant?
Hair color = Black, with a vague reddish tint if you look at it in a certain light. Which is my version of doing highlights.
Length = Shoulder length.
Siblings = Two bio brothers, unknown; one legal brother, Michael (13); a ton of honorary brothers (too many to list!); and friends like sisters, Dee, Roguey, and Elie.
LAST...
Movie you rented = Secretary.
Movie you bought = Catch Me If You Can.
Song you listened to = "Cataract," by Sparta -- I'm on a Sparta kick!
Song that was stuck in your head = "Come Out Wherever You Are," Frank Sinatra
CD you bought = The "Chicago" soundtrack. :)
CD you listened to = Wiretap Scars, Sparta
Person you've called = Prince, because I told him I would.
Person that's called you = Dominic!
TV show you've watched = Home Improvement.
Person you were thinking of = Roguey, because I'm going to see her soooooon.
DO...
You have a bf or gf = Nope.
You have a crush on someone = Rarely!
You wish you could live somewhere else = Dear God, yes.
You think about suicide = More than I'd like to.
Others find you attractive = I never know!
You want more piercings = Not really.
You drink = An occasional glass of wine.
You do drugs = 145 pills a week, baby -- but they're all prescription.
You smoke = No -- my lungs are one of the organs I don't have problems with, and I don't want to risk making them angry.
You like cleaning = Only when I'm in the mood, which, judging by the state of my room, is not often enough.
You like roller coasters = They haven't yet made a roller coaster that I won't go on.
You write in cursive or print = Print...ish. :) I go back and forth -- often within the space of a word.
You carry a donor card = No one wants my internal organs. Even I don't want them.
FOR OR AGAINST...
Long distance relationships = Against.
Using someone = ...against?
Killing people = Most of the time, against.
Teenage smoking = Against, but not rabidly so.
Premarital sex = Against.
Driving drunk = Against! Against!
Gay/lesbian relationship = I wouldn't have one, but I don't have a problem with people who do.
Soap operas = El yucko.
FAVOURITE...
Food = Popcorn with an obscene amount of salt and butter.
Song = Cataract, I Hope You Dance, Simple Things
Thing to do = Sleep. Sleep, sleep, sleep.
Thing to talk about = Techie things, art, music, video games, cooking, design, decorating, communication theory, pets, people, places, things!
Sports = I swear by drunken kickball, personally. It's fun to watch!
Drinks = Black tea, green tea, white tea, iced tea, yummy...uh...and...IBC root beer, diet Sprite, and cherry Clearly Canadian.
Clothes = Pretty, comfortable things that are easy-care, simple to combine, and classic.
Movies = Comedies, romantic comedies, and a lot of drama.
Band/singer = Sparta! :D
New nerdy saying = ...uh...pretty much everything I say is nerdy, so I don't have to repeat myself a lot.
HAVE YOU...
Ever cried over a guy = Yes. Oh, yes.
Ever lied to someone = Yes.
Ever been in a fist fight = Yep.
Ever been arrested = Never. And I don't ever expect to be.
NUMBER...
Of times I have been in love? 0.
Of times I have had my heart broken? 1...I...think.
Of hearts I have broken? I'm not the kind of girl guys bother getting heartbroken over.
Of girls I have kissed? My mommy on the cheek. ;)
Of boys I have kissed? All my boys on the cheek at one time or another. Two boys on the lips.
Of girls I've slept with? Slept with non-sexually, a lot! Sleepovers, you understand. <= Stole Dee's answer.
Of boys I've slept with? I've slept in the same bed with a few of my "brothers," but I've never slept with slept with a guy.
Of drugs taken illegally? None.
Of people I would classify as true, could trust with my life type friends? 2 or 3.
Of people I consider my enemies? One.
Of times my name has appeared in the newspaper? A handful -- not counting the times it was a byline!
Of scars on my body? Lots and lots. Sports will do that to ya, and I scar really easily.
Of things in my past that I regret? A few. One big one.
FAVORITE...
Disney movie = Emperor's New Groove, or possibly The Great Mouse Detective. Or, you know, Lilo & Stitch. Also The Little Mermaid. Man, I love Disney movies.
Scent = Plumeria, apples, and that pink Herbal Essences shampoo.
Word = Pretentious
Nickname = Blues
Guy name = Andrew, Alex, Tim, Scott
Girl name = Elle, Lila, Miralina
Eye color = Green.
Flower = Rose (those of you who know me: what a no-brainer, huh? )
Piercing = Second hole, ears.
Actress = Natalie Portman, Nicole Kidman, Julianne Moore
Actor = Orlando Bloom and Heath Ledger (SO FREAKING HOT), Ben Affleck (shut up), Harrison Ford (all-time great), and through Dee I've picked up a certain affinity for Seth Green, who was hysterical in The Italian Job.
DO YOU THINK YOU ARE...
Pretty = Naw.
Funny = Sometimes.
Hot = Heavens, no.
Friendly = Rarely.
Amusing = Er.
Ugly = Depends upon what day you catch me on.
Loveable = Maybe?
Pessimistic = Mostly.
Optimistic = Occasionally.
Caring = Yes.
Sweet = Nope.
Dorky = ::Shifty eyes.:: ...no.
Spell your first name backwards: ellehciM
The story behind your user name: They anagrammed my name at work and found that it becomes "hell mice," so they called me "Hellmouse" for the next week. :) I was choosing a new u/n then.
Are you straight?: Straighter than a ruler.
Where do you live?: Misery.
DESCRIBE YOUR...
Wallet: I don't have one. :) I have a cute little money clip.
Hairbrush: Black, with black hair in it.
Toothbrush: White and green, with soft scrubby bristles.
Jewelry worn daily: Dangly earrings (of assortment), a golden cross that my grandmother gave me for my confirmation, and an Anne Klein watch.
style: Classic. Clean lines, dark colors and simple prints. And my kitchen is vintage chic.
room: Messy!
Blanket: Very red, very soft, very warm and cuddly.
Coffee cup: It has a big yellow American Journal of Roentgenology logo. And the other one has an Associated Press logo in a hip typeface.
Sunglasses: Cute plastic tortoiseshell.
Shoes: Black. And comfy.
Handbag: Small, black, simple design. Just large enough to hold my multitude of must-have gadgets. ;)
Favorite top: Black crossover tieback, with white roses embroidered along one edge.
What you are wearing now: A black-and-purple crossover tieback with dark jeans.
Hair: Down, black, a little out of control, with vaguely reddish highlights.
Make up: A little foundation, a little eyeshadow and liner, and some tinted lipgloss.
WHO or WHAT (was/is/are) ...
In my mouth: My...mouth.
In my head : A brain and a pack of elephants.
Wishing: That my head would start hurting.
After this: Bed. Bed!
Talking to: Deethebee.
Eating: A heapin' helpin' of nothin'.
If you could get away with it and murder anyone, who and for what reason?: I plead the fifth.
Person you wish you could see right now: Scott.
Is next to you: My brother, unfortunately. But at least he's watching Boy Meets World, which I like.
Something you're looking forward to in this up coming month: I'm turning 18, and I'm going to visit my Roguey in Albuquirky.
Something that you are deathly afraid of?: Bees.
Do you like candles: Sometimes. It depends!
Do you like hot wax: : Ouchies.
Do you like incense: No. It clings to my lungs and makes me sick to my stomach.
Do you like the taste of blood: No.
Do you believe in love: Yes.
Do you believe in soul mates: I believe in other halves. :)
Do you believe in love at first sight: No.
Do you believe in forgiveness: Yes. Most of the time.
Do you believe in God: Yes.
What do you want done with your body when you die: I want it buried.
Who is your worst enemy?: My own voice in my head.
If you could have any animal for a pet: A Golden Retriever. Oh, wait, I have one. ;) Lucky me.
What is the latest you've ever stayed up: Three days, and I started hallucinating.
Ever been to Belgium?: ::Gasp!:: I really think that sort of comment should be restricted to artistic pursuits! (HHGG, anyone?)
Can you eat with chopsticks: Yes. I have the Asian chopstick gene.
What's your favorite coin?: Quarters, 'cause they pay for parking.
What are 4 cities you wouldn't mind relocating to?: Boston, New York, Chicago, or D.C.
What are some of your favorite pig out foods?: Popcorn, pizza, chips, pretzels, saltines, pickles, olives, and...much more!
Whats something that you wish people would understand?: Themselves.
What's something you wish you could understand better?: Other people.
Anyone you miss that you haven't seen in a long time?: SCOTT. For God's sake, the boy is GONE!
Something you want to make happen for tomorrow?: Happiness.
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(1 glorious accolade or small-minded barb | write the Hellmouse)
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| Monday, April 21st, 2003
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03:10 am
Take 3.
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I wish I could remember the last time I felt productive. No, really. Lately, the more that's been going on in my life, the less I've felt like doing anything about it. My life has been crashing. I got sick for a couple weeks, my classes were missed, my papers piled up, and now I'm buried with no hope of getting out alive.
I've talked to some people about it, and I think I may be clinically depressed. I have a prescription for Zoloft in my purse that I'm thinking about filling tomorrow. It won't kick in for a couple of weeks, though, even if I start taking it — besides which it'll likely make me nauseated for the first few days.
And I think we've proven that I don't need any help throwing up. I've been managing just fine on my own lately.
Maybe I'll start writing in this journal again and see if venting helps any.
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(write the Hellmouse)
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