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ithikaOk, so maybe all is a small exaggaration, but that's totally not the point.
[I = trying to find Hidalgo screencaptures, but nooo, *mew mew mew mew*] Damnit, I don't want the stupid poster [that I have a standee of - go me!], I want screencaptures, damnit. No! I don't want random sites that mention Hidalgo once and have links to videos of interviews withAragorn Viggo, damnit, I want Hidalgo Screencaptures, is it really so much to ask?
Ooh, this looks promising... Nope, one of those random ad sites with nothing about anything. *le sigh*
But I was verily impressed with Hidalgo, and once again, am v. displeased with my stupid head for not going to see it at the cinemas like I was supposed to.
*rolls on floor* I think if my headache doesn't go away soon, I may gouge out my eyes with my own bare hands. Or with this floppy disk, which someone, not to name any names, oh brother of mine, left in the computer, and it was really dark and stuff, and of course, I don't check these things because I expect people to know not to leave floppy disks in the computer and *rants*
*throws offending floppy disk like a dart in general direction of brother*
I'm getting quite good at darts now. Got two triple twentys, and we all know what that means - gosh darn but I am the cool.
Of course, we all also know precisely why I like playing darts - totally in the interest of self defence, you know. I figure if I can throw a dart at a little rectangle or circle [stupid bullseye] I could also throw other stuff.
No, no, I've always been like this. And, by the way, it's not practicality, at all. You're thinking at it from entirely the wrong angle if you think this is practicality - this, my friends, is all intrinsically linked to my insane obsession with escapism, with living in any century but now, escapism, escapism, surrealist rantings. You see, a lifetime of books and movies has resulted in a deep discontent and restlessness with reality. One day, I'm going to go camping.
In the bush.
By myself.
Damn straight.
And I really do mean that. If I had cool stuff, like a cool water flask made from some sort of ... organ... of ... animal, and a cool pack made of nifty things, and maybe a horse, I would go a-venturing
of course, It'd have to be in national park or something, so, not being one to go around blatantly breaking laws, perhaps a horse wouldn't actually do me any good. And the utter lack of horse ownage. Damnit, the 21st century, and 20th century, and most of the 19th century, are all t3h suX0rZ, by the way. I'm developing a fondness for the 19th century, however.
But enough babble, and on to more babble!
Guess what? I have herbal tabletses to help me sleep soundly. Yeah, it's called Sleep-Ezy, and smells like *sniffs*
Actually, it smells a worryingly lot [what are you talking about, there is no grammar mistake there] like, well, Port. Or, uh, whiskey.
....
Damn you and your accusations!
[on further consideration, apparantly alchohol makes sleep much easier. A worrying thought *inspects bottle*... but, it's not like I care]
DAMN BLUELOUNGE TO HELL SIDEWAYS, I WANT MY GODDAMN FREE PHONE MONEY!!!
Naww, it was Matt's last day today, sad. Awwwww. We watched Shallow Hal, and Remember the Titans, and The Wedding Singer. May or may not be relevant. To, uh, anything.
Bonnie sends her regards. Does anyone know a really good treatment for fleas? Poor Bell has lots of them this year, and she hardly ever gets them, poor ting.
Hm. Sleep-Ezy also smells like pine needles.
AAH! ARTISTIC URGE TO PAINT! AAH! BUT HAVE NO PAINT!!
*is consumed*
....my god
HURRAH! HIDALGO SCREENSHOTS!
...well, kinda. But still.
...YES! I LOVE THESE PEOPLE!
::love::
In hindsight, you know what I had never really thought about above irritation before this year? Intollerance. I can't stand people that just destroy things they don't understand or feel threatened by. Especially the destruction thing.
And, although I've always hated it, racism is just... disgusting. People are all the same when you take off the skin, there's no genetic difference at all. [surprising, but true] And racism is just... *rants*
On a happy note, today was gorgeous. I adore rainy... rainey. no, rainy... days above most other things in the world.
[I = trying to find Hidalgo screencaptures, but nooo, *mew mew mew mew*] Damnit, I don't want the stupid poster [that I have a standee of - go me!], I want screencaptures, damnit. No! I don't want random sites that mention Hidalgo once and have links to videos of interviews with
Ooh, this looks promising... Nope, one of those random ad sites with nothing about anything. *le sigh*
But I was verily impressed with Hidalgo, and once again, am v. displeased with my stupid head for not going to see it at the cinemas like I was supposed to.
*rolls on floor* I think if my headache doesn't go away soon, I may gouge out my eyes with my own bare hands. Or with this floppy disk, which someone, not to name any names,
*throws offending floppy disk like a dart in general direction of brother*
I'm getting quite good at darts now. Got two triple twentys, and we all know what that means - gosh darn but I am the cool.
Of course, we all also know precisely why I like playing darts - totally in the interest of self defence, you know. I figure if I can throw a dart at a little rectangle or circle [stupid bullseye] I could also throw other stuff.
No, no, I've always been like this. And, by the way, it's not practicality, at all. You're thinking at it from entirely the wrong angle if you think this is practicality - this, my friends, is all intrinsically linked to my insane obsession with escapism, with living in any century but now, escapism, escapism, surrealist rantings. You see, a lifetime of books and movies has resulted in a deep discontent and restlessness with reality. One day, I'm going to go camping.
In the bush.
By myself.
Damn straight.
And I really do mean that. If I had cool stuff, like a cool water flask made from some sort of ... organ... of ... animal, and a cool pack made of nifty things, and maybe a horse, I would go a-venturing
of course, It'd have to be in national park or something, so, not being one to go around blatantly breaking laws, perhaps a horse wouldn't actually do me any good. And the utter lack of horse ownage. Damnit, the 21st century, and 20th century, and most of the 19th century, are all t3h suX0rZ, by the way. I'm developing a fondness for the 19th century, however.
But enough babble, and on to more babble!
Guess what? I have herbal tabletses to help me sleep soundly. Yeah, it's called Sleep-Ezy, and smells like *sniffs*
Actually, it smells a worryingly lot [what are you talking about, there is no grammar mistake there] like, well, Port. Or, uh, whiskey.
....
Damn you and your accusations!
[on further consideration, apparantly alchohol makes sleep much easier. A worrying thought *inspects bottle*... but, it's not like I care]
DAMN BLUELOUNGE TO HELL SIDEWAYS, I WANT MY GODDAMN FREE PHONE MONEY!!!
Naww, it was Matt's last day today, sad. Awwwww. We watched Shallow Hal, and Remember the Titans, and The Wedding Singer. May or may not be relevant. To, uh, anything.
Bonnie sends her regards. Does anyone know a really good treatment for fleas? Poor Bell has lots of them this year, and she hardly ever gets them, poor ting.
Hm. Sleep-Ezy also smells like pine needles.
AAH! ARTISTIC URGE TO PAINT! AAH! BUT HAVE NO PAINT!!
*is consumed*
....my god
HURRAH! HIDALGO SCREENSHOTS!
...well, kinda. But still.
...YES! I LOVE THESE PEOPLE!
::love::
In hindsight, you know what I had never really thought about above irritation before this year? Intollerance. I can't stand people that just destroy things they don't understand or feel threatened by. Especially the destruction thing.
And, although I've always hated it, racism is just... disgusting. People are all the same when you take off the skin, there's no genetic difference at all. [surprising, but true] And racism is just... *rants*
On a happy note, today was gorgeous. I adore rainy... rainey. no, rainy... days above most other things in the world.
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Date: 2004-07-31 09:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-08-01 02:20 am (UTC)Anyways, flea collars.
Yeah.
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Date: 2004-08-01 03:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-08-02 05:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-08-02 05:21 pm (UTC)AARGH! BUSS SALIVA!
Yes. That is which we all live in constant fear of. Double negative, grammar.
....
POOOOOLEEEEH!
...ahem
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Date: 2004-08-02 05:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-08-02 09:38 pm (UTC)I tried that whole camping thing, living in range of a quarry, but mother refuses to let me out by myself at night. Scarily I don't think it is for my safety. Rather the safety of the rest of the world. No matter how I insist I will not slit someones throat or steal something akin to an Xbox she will not let me out. And I dont wake up early so she'd wake up before I got back and I'd be busted.
Yes stupid floppy disk. Makes your heart skip a few beats when it is still in start up mode and says error. (le scream of outright fear)
You happen to know exactly how far away from the dart board I should be? Cause I just throw from three metres... heh. I had the same idea last year. Spent a good two months everyday with out fail... possibly due to Daredevil and Bullseye... :) I thought he was cute (in a psychotic evil way)
HAHA! You have to take sleeping pills! *points*... mother fed them to me when I was a few months old. I am sure that is illegal, possibly the reason I am insane now. That is why it sucks to be a child far too trusting. She coulda put any pills in my hand and I would've ingested them... *shudder*
I stole a paintbrush from school, now can paint, but I suck at painting.
Rain rain the closest thing to perfection in the weather.
I used to care about what humanity was destroying (mainly the animal species) but I don't anymore... I just don't care. Turned into everything I hate I suppose. I used to hate people that don't care...
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Date: 2004-08-03 01:11 am (UTC)Wow, that would be totally cool. Check awesome. Awesome. Too bad about the whole parental paranoia thing, maybe if you were to camp in, say, a group? Would that ease her paranoia... maybe.
Xbox theft is no crime!
Well, no crime to seriously fret over, anyhow. But, that said, still fairly cool.
Yes! I know! I seized up a little, it was terrible. But I knew what was wrong when I saw the thing, yeah. le scream of outright fear is right.
I think it's three metres, yes. We've got a tape on the floor, I'll measure it tonight. While practising. As I do, before "study"
Great minds, huh? :( I haven't seen either of them, though I really should. Hmm, Comicbookmovies...
Hey, you shut up, it's just because I sleeptalk and [ever the paranoid] yeah. I don't like people being exposed to my subconcious, y'know?
Yeah, a few months old, sounds a leeetle *make
yeh... trust... *tuts*
I did that too... but I have no paint and no.. oh wait, I have two canvas...es... but that's still not the point. I'm sure you don't suck, or are being on your le painte skills.
Yes.
Hm, it's a rare thing for me to feel something rather than apathy when it comes to world things now, which I guess isn't a good thing, but mehh.
I think I used to as well. I wonder what happened.
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Date: 2004-08-03 05:14 am (UTC)You know from now on no one is to trust my judgement as to whether something is violent or not because I honestly don't know... scary
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Date: 2004-08-03 05:22 pm (UTC)...aaw
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