AAAAAAAAAAGH I'M A FAILURE!
I tried to write a trail journal and it really sucked. Maybe because Amy Lee did end up coming.
Duck: I broke my leg.
Amber: How did that happen?
Emily: Seriously.
Murtagh: *staring moodily off into space*
Amy Lee: HOOOOOOOOOO CAAAAN YOU SEEEEEEEE INTO MY EYES LIKE OPEN DOOOOOOORS?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH it was horrible.
I deleted it.
SO ASHAMED.
And I created this intricate dice rolling process to calculate events along the way, but then both Emily and I broke our legs, then Emily drowned, and Amy Lee kept getting lost, so it didn't really work.
It would be so much easier if I had Oregon Trail.
Don't give up, it's not the end. According to Stellar Kart.
SOMEONE LOVES YOU, EVEN WHEN YOU DON'T THINK SO, DON'T YOU KNOW, YOU GOT ME AND JESUS.
I'm still sick.
And Quizilla ain't workin properly.
I wanna make cookies really bad.
BUT NO. Not until FRIDAY, because we're having our family reunion picnic on Saturday, the 30th (no clue why), and I could bring them as a dessert.
We better leave earlier than 1:00 this year, because last year I got too late to help with making ice cream, and my grandpa let my 8th cousin 4 times removed or whatever make it and then she was all licking the spoon and I wanted to slap her.
I think her sandals got washed away by the tide. Hahahaha.
Showing posts with label trail journals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trail journals. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Grits, dummy
WOOOOOT my ipod is BALLIN!
I found some mp3 bling and it's shiny, so I puts it on my ipod.
I might've overdone it a bit. And it doesn't even look good. But hopefully I'll be able to take all this stuff off. The blue butterflies are getting to me. BUT IT'S SO SHINY!
My mom was more worried than I was. Like my ipod would be forever tormented by butterflies and rhinestones.
Speaking of nightmares, I got REALLY SICK (okay, so I've got a cold), but last night I couldn't sleep because Amy Lee and a closet of Lacrymosas kept me awake (I finally listened to "The Open Door" and was creeped out.)
Also, that album was a little disappointing. Need I point out THEY'RE NOT A CHRISTIAN BAND. I don't care if they found her at a Christian camp, she obviously doesn't care. And pluggedin was not helpful, as per usual. So there's this song that hints at sexual activity (ooer), and Bob doesn't care. But nihilism and not being upbeat are bad and should not be allowed in music. Hello, Bob, WHAT ABOUT "LOSE CONTROL"? ARE YOU NOT LISTENING TO THIS SONG? And then, Amy says "God" in a nonreligious or even, "Hello, God," sense, and he's like, "Oh, that's okay, because we're not sure if she's praying or not." I would think not, Bob. Also, "Good Enough" is supposed to be about her husband, but it makes her husband sound like a player, perv, and rapist. Either that, or she has no self respect/judgement. So if Josh were ever hungry for, I don't know, heart or something, she'd take hers out and lay it bleeding in his hand. Huh. How...nice, Amy.
But I listened to it a second time and, while creepy, it's pretty good and I might buy it sometime (my copy was from the library; in surprisingly good condition, as the library maims their CDs and DVDs).
I need to see if either of my Murtagh stories have been updated. And now I REALLY want to write one of my own.
I'm writing a trail journal. And Amy Lee's not allowed to come anymore.
Only, I don't have Oregon Trail anymores, so I have to probably copy the exact events of another one. Hope no one notices. But Murtagh is coming, and Amber and Emily, and probably someone else, like Ben Matlock or something.
I officially hate Nirvana. They annoy the crap out of me.
I found some mp3 bling and it's shiny, so I puts it on my ipod.
I might've overdone it a bit. And it doesn't even look good. But hopefully I'll be able to take all this stuff off. The blue butterflies are getting to me. BUT IT'S SO SHINY!
My mom was more worried than I was. Like my ipod would be forever tormented by butterflies and rhinestones.
Speaking of nightmares, I got REALLY SICK (okay, so I've got a cold), but last night I couldn't sleep because Amy Lee and a closet of Lacrymosas kept me awake (I finally listened to "The Open Door" and was creeped out.)
Also, that album was a little disappointing. Need I point out THEY'RE NOT A CHRISTIAN BAND. I don't care if they found her at a Christian camp, she obviously doesn't care. And pluggedin was not helpful, as per usual. So there's this song that hints at sexual activity (ooer), and Bob doesn't care. But nihilism and not being upbeat are bad and should not be allowed in music. Hello, Bob, WHAT ABOUT "LOSE CONTROL"? ARE YOU NOT LISTENING TO THIS SONG? And then, Amy says "God" in a nonreligious or even, "Hello, God," sense, and he's like, "Oh, that's okay, because we're not sure if she's praying or not." I would think not, Bob. Also, "Good Enough" is supposed to be about her husband, but it makes her husband sound like a player, perv, and rapist. Either that, or she has no self respect/judgement. So if Josh were ever hungry for, I don't know, heart or something, she'd take hers out and lay it bleeding in his hand. Huh. How...nice, Amy.
But I listened to it a second time and, while creepy, it's pretty good and I might buy it sometime (my copy was from the library; in surprisingly good condition, as the library maims their CDs and DVDs).
I need to see if either of my Murtagh stories have been updated. And now I REALLY want to write one of my own.
I'm writing a trail journal. And Amy Lee's not allowed to come anymore.
Only, I don't have Oregon Trail anymores, so I have to probably copy the exact events of another one. Hope no one notices. But Murtagh is coming, and Amber and Emily, and probably someone else, like Ben Matlock or something.
I officially hate Nirvana. They annoy the crap out of me.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Stop getting up for the letdoooooooown
Marie got me this pretty cool L. Frank Baum pocket journal.
I have not journaled in a LONG TIME.
And writing by hand? Who needs that when you can TYPE?
I'm the worst writer ever.
But I think it will come in handy. I can put stuff in there that I can't put in here.
There should totally be a journal hooked with an alarm system. I guess there is, but it's voice-activated so you can giggle over it with your friends. And you put in weird pictures and it says, "He is so cute!" when you touch them with the special pen. And your brother can't even open it!
I think a retinal scan or finger print thing would be more accurate. What if you forgot the password? You can't forget a retinal scan. "Geee, what are my corneal patterns again?"
I wonder how "Insane License Recall" is doing.
In Alabama, dominoes may not be played on Sunday.
I like this song. :) "Honestly" by Cartel.
In California, animals are banned from mating publicly within 1,500 feet of a tavern, school, or place of worship.
Wow. That's anal.
I have not journaled in a LONG TIME.
And writing by hand? Who needs that when you can TYPE?
I'm the worst writer ever.
But I think it will come in handy. I can put stuff in there that I can't put in here.
There should totally be a journal hooked with an alarm system. I guess there is, but it's voice-activated so you can giggle over it with your friends. And you put in weird pictures and it says, "He is so cute!" when you touch them with the special pen. And your brother can't even open it!
I think a retinal scan or finger print thing would be more accurate. What if you forgot the password? You can't forget a retinal scan. "Geee, what are my corneal patterns again?"
I wonder how "Insane License Recall" is doing.
In Alabama, dominoes may not be played on Sunday.
I like this song. :) "Honestly" by Cartel.
In California, animals are banned from mating publicly within 1,500 feet of a tavern, school, or place of worship.
Wow. That's anal.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
The Celebrity Dolls continue...among other things
w00t.
I'm sooooo addicted to Harvest Moon. I keep telling myself, "ALMOST DONE WITH THE CHAPTER, ALMOST DONE!" But I'm not. I have another month to go, not to mention 3 more days of Fall. Daisy grew up, Fairy (the goat) is sick and dying (FINALLY...I mean, aww). I wonder how long it takes for an animal to die after getting sick. It's been three days. Hm... I'm officially rich thanks to my wonderful fruit trees. And my fried mushrooms recipe didn't work. :( But I don't see how Van's job is any good for him, because he has to pay 10,000+ gold for all my seeds and nobody ever buys anything from him.
I got Ducks named Harriet and Aflac. DUcks rule. But they won't lay eggs under the chickens like they're supposed to.
I feel like reading my trail journals. The fourth one is still on the floppy disk I have. And I have the feeling it will never be recovered. Unless I post it online at school? Nah. I'd have to type it out, and retype it. I just want the original file.
How will that work?
Fifth one: Never coming out.
THere's going to be a Shrek 4?
I thought the babies were cute. What does William know?
My dad bought me a swamp sludge McFlurry yesterday. Those are overrated. And the minty green ones are just like Shamrock Shakes.
I miss Johnson. I hate America. Or maybe just the abuse of women's rights. Woman: *pokes man* HE TOUCHED ME WITH HIS SHOULDER! SEXUAL HARRASSMENT! Judge: THAT'S EQUIVALENT TO RAPE! *sentences to 83,000,000 years in prison* Murderer: I killed 6 people. Judge: Eh, it's a free country. You're free to go.
YES, there's no "booster seat" law in Georgia, where I'm moving. Why does Grandma Nina think I want to go military? Or engineering? That's weird, seeing as I wouldn't follow orders and I'm crap with computers.
I'm sooooo addicted to Harvest Moon. I keep telling myself, "ALMOST DONE WITH THE CHAPTER, ALMOST DONE!" But I'm not. I have another month to go, not to mention 3 more days of Fall. Daisy grew up, Fairy (the goat) is sick and dying (FINALLY...I mean, aww). I wonder how long it takes for an animal to die after getting sick. It's been three days. Hm... I'm officially rich thanks to my wonderful fruit trees. And my fried mushrooms recipe didn't work. :( But I don't see how Van's job is any good for him, because he has to pay 10,000+ gold for all my seeds and nobody ever buys anything from him.
I got Ducks named Harriet and Aflac. DUcks rule. But they won't lay eggs under the chickens like they're supposed to.
I feel like reading my trail journals. The fourth one is still on the floppy disk I have. And I have the feeling it will never be recovered. Unless I post it online at school? Nah. I'd have to type it out, and retype it. I just want the original file.
How will that work?
Fifth one: Never coming out.
THere's going to be a Shrek 4?
I thought the babies were cute. What does William know?
My dad bought me a swamp sludge McFlurry yesterday. Those are overrated. And the minty green ones are just like Shamrock Shakes.
I miss Johnson. I hate America. Or maybe just the abuse of women's rights. Woman: *pokes man* HE TOUCHED ME WITH HIS SHOULDER! SEXUAL HARRASSMENT! Judge: THAT'S EQUIVALENT TO RAPE! *sentences to 83,000,000 years in prison* Murderer: I killed 6 people. Judge: Eh, it's a free country. You're free to go.
YES, there's no "booster seat" law in Georgia, where I'm moving. Why does Grandma Nina think I want to go military? Or engineering? That's weird, seeing as I wouldn't follow orders and I'm crap with computers.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
I'm sorry...
....BUT CAN YOU SAY DRAMA!????/
OMGEEEEEEEEEZ, I'm still sick. *cough cough* *cough* Sorry, I feel another one coming on. *cough*
And I've been up for like 5.5 hours and all I've done is listen to my ipod (now with 277 songs on it!) and do sudoku. Not even kidding.
And I was just thinking of random things and they were REALLY HILARIOUS!
From some story on Quizilla: CARSON???? NO! I loved you and you never called me!
From "Princess and the Pauper": [Erika] What's wrong, Wolfy? Are you sick? Something in your throat? Wait a minute...are you trying to...MEOW? [Wolfy] MmmmmWOOF!
From real life/South Carolina: Here I am! LBLBLBLBLBLBLB!
HAHAHAHAHA! I must be high on...something. I only had a bowl of cereal like four hours ago? I don't know.
Dumdedumdedum.
Wonder who wants to write a trail journal with me, hum...
Who should come, I wonder?
how bout...MURTAGH AND AMY LEE!!!!
Is it okay for someone to be your role model just for being pretty?
It doesn't seem right...
but I don't care, because she's ALSO a good singer.
AAAAAAAAAGH i found a DRESS!!!!
IT'S BLACK! AND FORMAL! AND I DON'T LOOK LIKE A SLUT!
YESSSSSSSS!
Hm. *looks at deodorant* It says "Little Black Dress approved". MY DEODORANT IS LITTLE BLACK DRESS APPROVED.
OMGEEEEEEEEEZ, I'm still sick. *cough cough* *cough* Sorry, I feel another one coming on. *cough*
And I've been up for like 5.5 hours and all I've done is listen to my ipod (now with 277 songs on it!) and do sudoku. Not even kidding.
And I was just thinking of random things and they were REALLY HILARIOUS!
From some story on Quizilla: CARSON???? NO! I loved you and you never called me!
From "Princess and the Pauper": [Erika] What's wrong, Wolfy? Are you sick? Something in your throat? Wait a minute...are you trying to...MEOW? [Wolfy] MmmmmWOOF!
From real life/South Carolina: Here I am! LBLBLBLBLBLBLB!
HAHAHAHAHA! I must be high on...something. I only had a bowl of cereal like four hours ago? I don't know.
Dumdedumdedum.
Wonder who wants to write a trail journal with me, hum...
Who should come, I wonder?
how bout...MURTAGH AND AMY LEE!!!!
Is it okay for someone to be your role model just for being pretty?
It doesn't seem right...
but I don't care, because she's ALSO a good singer.
AAAAAAAAAGH i found a DRESS!!!!
IT'S BLACK! AND FORMAL! AND I DON'T LOOK LIKE A SLUT!
YESSSSSSSS!
Hm. *looks at deodorant* It says "Little Black Dress approved". MY DEODORANT IS LITTLE BLACK DRESS APPROVED.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
We're Marley and Marley
AAAAAAAAAH, ISN'T SHE ADORABLE? He? She? I don't know. I love him. Her. It.
According to the Dog Breed Quiz, we should have a Toy Poodle or a Bichon Frise. I WANT A PUG!
Okay, there was this pug in South Carolina and we couldn't tell if it was named Molly or Marly because her owner had this heavy Southern accent.
And there's this one scene in "A Muppet Christmas Carol" where Statler and Waldorf are both Scrooge's dead partners, Marley and Marley. Soooo, I give you.
We're Marly and Molly.
LBLBLBLBLBLBLB.
I want to adopt her and take her home.
FINALLY, I can listen to Evanescence!!!! And Dizmas! and the Barbie movie soundtrack collection!!!!! Did I just say that out loud????
I'm thinking about writing another trail journal. Who should come, who should come...
AMY LEE AND MURTAGH, OF COURSE!
I'm still sick with a fever of 101.6?
I guess that means no practice tomorrow.
Dang.
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