My vertex seems more or less fine.~T&R

I had a weird dream last night. There we're odd looking flying machines, like spaceships from an anime, or something, and I was hearing a radio news program explaining why they worked. Eventually, I drove one to pick up Sophia, who was trappied in Sophie's body, (Sophie was one of the four yearolds from vbs) and we had to try and find a way to get her out. Meanwhile, Sophie was still in her own body, and I kept losing track of Sophia, so I had to ask Sophie to let her say things. then I woke up in another dream, that I don't remember. Then I really woke up.

Supposedly, your subconcious knows everything, but i disagree. I think you notice somethings, and your subconcious only notices the rest. thats why dreams seem to mean something some times, but they're really just random and weird.

My birthday is tomorrow!

Ouch! A ferret is beating me about the shins!

Taco can't create a comic strip, that would break the whole allegory~T&R

I feel really weird. As in not normal for me.
I couldn't sleep friday night at the church thing, so I went to the multi-purpose room, put in one of my cds and danced. It had to look stupid to anyone not listening to the music. Oh well. It was 2 in the morning, and I couldn't sleep. It was the strangest thing I've done recently. I feel really strange.
Ouch! A ferret is beating me about the shins!

Dead Monkey Sitcom

Eh, I definitely forgot what the name of our possible sitcom was going to be, but whatever. I have a semi-major emergency. I lost my phone. My cell phone. I feel so naked without it...I think I left it at the church. So, if you guys are going tomorrow for church (which I guess you are) could you ask Patty if anyone found a blue cell phone? I hope nobody stole it...although that'd be doubly awful seeing as I lost it in a church!

Ouch! A ferret is beating me about the shins!

Can't Keep out the Night!

so tired....
too much input. brain ready to explode. can't remember........anything. neglecting everything. I feel like I'm in a dream. I'm gonna be out of it for....a while now. but I will return.

Ouch! A ferret is beating me about the shins!

Against my will, I take my leave

Well, off I go to Florida tomorrow morning. I'll be back July 4th. By the time I get back, I wish for everyone to have RSVP'd to my King Arthur invitation. Yes or no? Which day?
I'm going to be bored in Florida. You can read outside, but you can't write outside, and I'm going to get sunburned anyway, or return as pale as I am right now. I'll want to stay inside all the time, and my mom will make me go outside, and I'll be bored. And my brother will drive me crazy. In fact, by the time it's over, everybody in my family will be driving me crazy.
We still don't have our DSL back. I'm beginning to think it will be like the heat in Mr. Davis's room and we'll get it back only when we least expect it. In a few years. Sigh.
"I don't hold with forn parts." - Esmerelda Weatherwax

Ouch! A ferret is beating me about the shins!

Everybody wants be in a crappy musical!~The combined autobiographies of Nathan, Jonah, and Marten

Well, you know how we made it into the thrilling and tragic musical lair of the fairy people. Shut up Jonah, you ruined the whole thing. Maybe we should give up on the word by word thing. Ha! Noffke rhymes with off key, there's another Jonah, and the Bishop gets set on fire! There's a giant moon, and the floor is red, like most everything else. It's all red, black and white. Come see the show. Hopefully our publicity manager won't get mad about this.

In other news, Eighteen four-year-olds. 'nuff said. Details in individual posts. You're mother is an aardvark, and your father smells of eldeberries. You can't mix quotes! Okay, don't say that. Jonah caved! He's still in marching band! Now before you get all upset, you should know that I didn't cave until I'd gotten pretty much everything I wanted. I can miss half of each day of band camp, and all of the June rehearsals. Also, they really need me back. No they don't, I've heard you play.something. The cat was on the skateboard, but I was unable to launch it. FIN!

Ouch! A ferret is beating me about the shins!

And so my Lord was gone. And no one has seen him since.

Okay, so who wants to come see King Arthur with me? And do you want to see it on the 8th or the 9th? If it's on the 8th it will probably have to be in the evening, whereas on the 9th it can probably be in the afternoon.

Here is a fanfic rec for you all-- The Not Quite Love Letters, a SW fic on fanfiction.net. It's about Han and Leia and their relationship after the Battle of Yavin revealed through a few angsty journal entries, but mostly through official Alliance communications and random things like that. In the first chapter Han invites Leia to polish his medal. In the second chapter, computer terminals get thrown onto people's heads. It's really funny.


Ouch! A ferret is beating me about the shins!

Was I trying to figure out how to safely launch ham into space or was that another hallucination?~T&R

I felt spontaneous. Thomas humored me.

Tofig36: MysteriousBob87: roogle
Tofig36: snargle
MysteriousBob87: Gleek! Gleek!
MysteriousBob87: shneked
Tofig36: ILBER ILBER
MysteriousBob87: Jeshna!
Tofig36: KURTLE
MysteriousBob87: YICKTEL!
Tofig36: UGFUF!
MysteriousBob87: ...Kithog
Tofig36: snetich
MysteriousBob87: Tehichy!:-)
Tofig36: alpharen
MysteriousBob87: gettlbrogh
MysteriousBob87: qilltort?
Tofig36: renwart
MysteriousBob87: neggit.
MysteriousBob87: we are weird
Tofig36: yes we are

I'm sorry Mario, your princess is in another Chinese restaurant!

Rockin' The Boat

Ladies and gentlemen, the finished boat.

I'm sorry Mario, your princess is in another Chinese restaurant!

Aylee keeps devouring other people's posessions without asking permission.~Sluggy Freelance

Ok, so my sister's party wasn't dreadfully annoying, but it was pretty boring until most of her friends left. They tried to brake a piniata with a broken ruler. It wasn't even funny, it was just pitiful. I gave them half a pool cue to smite the paper mache pig. Later on, I played cards with the last of the guests, people I actually knew from middleschool. One of them turned out to be obscurely related to us. We've got another half cousin now.

It's Garage Sale Day! I've been looking for a TV, but everything is either too small, or doesn't have the right connection thingies for my ps2. And the cost of some, geez. Some people don't understand the purpose of a garage sale. The point is to get rid of stuff, not to make a whole lot of money. It's pocket change, most likely going to be spent on the equally cheap merchandise of others. Some people got the idea, though, like the person from whom I bought a sega genesis. one dollar. It was fate. There was the machine, and there was a dollar in my pocket. Now I just have to find some games, another controller, and the wires I need to plug it in.

I'm sorry Mario, your princess is in another Chinese restaurant!

Nae king! Nae quin! Nae laird! We willna be fooled again!

Thanks to everybody who told me it was ok. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy that you actually took time to say it. :) Plus, it turns out you were right. I apparently, I just have a slightly large, but fully functioning and cyst-free thyroid. So yay! Also, I don't have TB. It's all good news here.

Sophia, you've made me sad. Come on, my life is pretty boring too, I just talk about it anyway. I mean, let's look at this objectively: my last post was about Discworld books and my thyroid. Please.

Anyway, my dad says that if our DSL isn't up very soon we're getting cable internet, just to spite the dsl people. But that would be super inconvenient really, because in order to afford it we'd have to get rid of AOL, and I've already filled out all my college stuff with my AOL account, and we'd have to download AIM and everything. That's bad.

I'm sorry Mario, your princess is in another Chinese restaurant!

We're filled with drugs. We need to think about your proposal clearly.~T&R

There should be a JournalCon of some kind this weekend, starting sometime before 6 on friday. Mostly so I can get out of a house full of middleschool girls. Yes, it's my sisters birthday party, and it's planning on being loud and annoying. Some one with a big house, save me! We could make it Sophia's going away JournalCon, despite the fact that she'll still come to other journalcons. Or maybe it could be a Sophia's not really leaving JournalCon. C'mon, sometimes you have something to say. Thomas doesn't post frequently, and niether do I anymore. Just post when something interesting happens to you, or when you happen to something interesting. Once you're gone, you'll have something you wanted to post. Please stay with us?

I'm sorry Mario, your princess is in another Chinese restaurant!

Losers Unite

Hey all. Look, I'm really sorry about this, but I don't think I'm gonna be a blogger anymore. I'm not about to lie and tell you that I don't have enough time because, hello, it's summer, but I just don't have anything to say. You shouldn't miss me too much seeing as I don't say anything anyway. I'd still love to journalcon with you guys though (yes, now it's a verb). It's not you, it's me. ;)

I'm sorry Mario, your princess is in another Chinese restaurant!

2+2

So I quit marching band. Definitely, for sure, I am not participating in this, the 2004 season of the LNHS season. Absolutely for certian.
Except that I might not.
See, my reason for quitting was of course Jekyll and Hyde, but Mr. Noffke doesn't want me to take two consecutive weeks off (Triennium and Newspaper camp) and I can't quit those, since my parents have already put down about $300 for each. If I'm out of Jekyll and Hyde for that, I might as well do Marching Band.
EDIT: Noffke's gonna let me get do it, so I guess I am quitting. But if I miss one day, I'm out.

Also, Nathan and I started building a boat today. It also started flooding. Amazingly enough, these two things are not related.
Inspired by an episode of Biography on A&E last night, Nathan and I have officially made our college plans. We're going to NYU to study acting, just like the Olsen twins. In fact, they'll still be there, so we're planning to either marry them or collaborate on an award-winning sitcom, or both. With the acting genius of Nathan and I and the star power of MK & Ashley, we'll be rich. It's fool-proof. (My title is the prospective title of the show or an associated autobiography).
Also, that's the new "We should get married... to other people."
Now it's "We should get married... to the Olsen twins."
In conclusion, the boredom of the summer is almost certianly getting to us.


I'm sorry Mario, your princess is in another Chinese restaurant!

Nac Mac Feegle, wha hae!

Yesterday I purchased The Wee Free Men. I am now reading it. And when I'm done that will leave only The Last Hero that I haven't read, not counting A Hat Full of Sky, which I don't think is out this side of the pond yet. And, just as a heads up, the next DW book will be called Going Postal and it's coming out in October or November. It's about the postal system and golems. That's all I've been able to get. I think it's another misc. with cameos, like Monstrous Regiment was.

I have now listened to the Two Towers tapes, and if you want a few highlights, check out my journal. If you don't have its address, just let me know and I'll email it to you, since I don't think blogger will let me put the link up here.

Yesterday I went to the doctor to get vaccinated so that I can go to college. So I got a meningitis vaccine and a TB test. Yay. Then it turns out I have an enlarged thyroid gland, and I don't really know what that means, but they had to draw blood to test. I've never had that done before; it was kinda creepy. Then I have to go in again tomorrow so they can ultrasound my neck, I guess, and try to figure out why my thyroid is enlarged. I'm a little worried about it, I can tell you... Well, anyway. Just thought I'd put that out there so everybody can say, "Don't be worried, Erin, it's okay."

Later.

I'm sorry Mario, your princess is in another Chinese restaurant!

Imagine

Someone should make a fun BMV. Something like Dr. Jones's Orthodontist's office. Put an arcade in there, a really good snack bar (or at least some vending machines), Public internet terminals and a play area for the kids. Imagine the difference if instead of "Now I have to go back to the BMV..." It was "Now we get to go back to the BMV!! I'm so excited!"
Seriously is there some goverment rule that says BMV's have to be drab and dreary? Everyone hates going there so much and it's something that wouldn't be hard to do.
In case you haven't figured it out, I got my permit today. In fact that's all I did, since it took me, all in all, about six hours. Yeah.
After that we drove around the parking lot, where I concluded that driving is not nearly as easy as it looks.
And on the way home we listened to a tribute to Ray Charles, including his unique version of the song "Imagine":
"Imagine all the people (All the little people)
Living... Living there whole lives.. just for today..."
What a guy. Well that's all I have to say. Oh, also Micheal, could you link me to your West Wing script site cause I'm lazy? Thanks.
I'm sorry Mario, your princess is in another Chinese restaurant!

They're my emergency pants.~Sluggy Freelance

I went shopping yesterday. It's something I don't often do, but my mom decided we need new clothes. I guess I do, I've only got one pair of shorts. So now we're $300 dollars in the hole, but I have 2 new pairs of shorts and Lounge Pants! I was stuck between two pairs, one covered with smileys and a pair of mario-print pants. The extreme yellow and the power of smileys was tough to pass up, but the sheer novelty of Mario won me over. I get my license now!

Is that a rocket you've got hidden there?
No, it's my cookie.

Cornfrohawks Forever: The Autobiography of Starfish Apple Comstock

For those of you not privy to the conversation, I have officially decided to name my daughter, should i ever have one, Starfish. It's a great name, with many cool nicknames - Star, Starry, Fish, Fishy, Starfy, Arfish. She will probably not sport a cornfrohawk, but you just never know.
Which brings me to other news: I am getting a haircut today. I am going to pay some person money to cut off my hair. Barbering is one of the few industries where we pay people to take things away. Also banking, but the difference is that there is an understanding that the bank will give you your money back someday, whereas the barbershop would never in a million years return your hair.
Another such business is daycare, but this is also temporary, and usually much shorter term than the bank. So, in conclusion - You pay daycare to take your kids for a day, The bank to take your money for some years, and the barbershop to take your hair FOREVER. Luckily hair grows back, and is an infinitely renewable resource, unless you are Homer Simpson or Captian Picard.
Has everybody heard of the Wikipedia? The ultimate experiment in anarchy - anyone can update a page with new info. You could. I could. Gary Coleman could. Gary Coleman is, by the way, in a new musical called Avenue Q which just won a lot of Tonys. It's about homosexuality and rascism and muppets, and Gary Coleman is played by a woman.
Anyway, if I ever had a topic to get off it I lost it a long time ago.

Is that a rocket you've got hidden there?
No, it's my cookie.

I am the Very Model of a Modern Major General

I'm smart! Or, at least, smarter than I thought I was. Report cards came today. I got straight A's for term six, and only two B's and one C cumulatively. Because of the weight, I actually had a 4.048 for term six, which really helped drag my cumulative GPA out of the gutter(Yes, I consider a 3.3 to be the gutter. I can do better). It will make my parents very happy, which should in turn make me very happy. It's nice to be back on track.
Is that a rocket you've got hidden there?
No, it's my cookie.

"Do you think I'm proud of this? I've got a brother who's a sheepdog!" "A *champion* sheepdog."

The Happy Fun Hanover Weekend went over basically without a hitch. Sometimes, though, when I'm with my grandparents and my Aunt Barbara and my mom, I really wish I had a tape recorder. Some of this stuff, you just can't make it up. I could have sworn we were going to get arrested for breaking and entering.

I saw "Troy" yesterday. It's an interesting movie. Brad Pitt was very pretty. Orlando Bloom was funny as Paris because he was such a big wimp. And he did a lot of Legolas bow-and-arrow stuff and a lot of Will Turner sword stuff. I loved Hector and I was sad when he died. We cheered three times. The first was for the King Arthur trailer, which was awesome. The second time was when Rose Byrne (Dormé from AOTC), who played Briseis, stabbed Agamemnon in the neck. It must have been the handmaiden training. The third was when Aeneas got a little cameo. But they did so many things wrong in that movie. For example, the Trojan War was supposed to be nine years long, and in the movie it was about 16 days. And that's counting the twelve-day timeout for Hector's funeral. There's lots more, but my friend Alicia is writing a review of it,a and I get to comment upon it, so I will probably be more coherent after that.

I now own three more Discworld books! I have Small Gods, Hogfather, and The Fifth Elephant. The only books in the main series that I don't have now are Reaper Man and Thief of Time. I'm most excited about having Fifth Elephant because that was the second DW book I read and I can't remember what happens. I looked through all the Carrot and Angua parts last night, and they are really so touching when you know Carrot and Angua. He goes after her. He almost says he loves her. He holds her hand. He promises to kill her if he ever needs to. She cries. She gets called a dog. She fights her family. She says, "Carrot's mine." I love that couple. They're so screwed up.

Is that a rocket you've got hidden there?
No, it's my cookie.

Nothing

It's weird. I figured when summer came, I'd have a lot of time to post. And I due. Trouble is, now I've got nothing to post about. (I know "about which to post" would be right but it sounds kinda akward, doesn't it?) Bottom line: Stuff stops happening, I stop having stuff to say.
Last night I wrote a parody that almost no one will get. You have to be a fan of both REO Speedwagon and Pokemon. If any of you want to hear it, I'll post it.
I think I don't know I think I know I dont think I know I think I dont think I know I think....

Sing and be glad, all ye children of the West...

Hurray! Everything's cool now!
I'm sure I had something to post, but I can't remember what it was anymore. Oh, yes. I graduated. Thanks to those of you who could come to my house. I am now faced with the depressing reality that I have a buttload of money and I'm going to have to spend most of it on dorm room stuff. Oh, well. The other night I went bowling with Toni and Huevos. After I found the picture of Obi-Wan Kenobi in my purse (don't ask why, just accept) we decided to use the Force and bowl with our eyes closed. Toni and I were much better at it than Huevos, but that was probably just because he decided to use the dark side. Toni and I put on padawan braids and we changed our names on the score screen to slightly SW-ish things. I love being a big huge dork.

I think I don't know I think I know I dont think I know I think I dont think I know I think....

This Space Intentionally Left Blank

Why are you wearing tights?

Thomas, it was for conversational purposes. They hadn't actually seen you before, so I get to exagerate. ha, pack-mule

If I can come I have to find some random or obscure soda, or maybe I'll get a bunch of Jones's if funds are sufficient.

I think I don't know I think I know I dont think I know I think I dont think I know I think....

Erased

Marten, you've got admin power back. If you want to use it to quit again, so be it. I'd rather we all just forget this nonsense and get back to blogging. Erin has been the most sensible so far. These issues are between Michael and Marten, and I would prefer they find another way to fight it out without screwing up the blog for the rest of us. BTW, who wrote the new description? I like it.
Anyway, it occurred to me that a bunch of blog-worthy stuff has happened to me lately that I haven't written because of the nonsense. For instance, all the tornados on Sunday. We were in the basement for around two hours,[Ha! I was in a leaky fallout shelter for about half an hour. It would be nifty if I wasn't pissed about still being there-Marten] and they came right over us. Luckily none of them touched down, but we were pretty worried. It got to the point where we were stashing our valuables in the basement.
Then on Monday, following a note from my grandma's mother, we found her grandfather's grave. For those of you not keeping track, that's my grandma's great grandfather or my great great great grandfather, Jacob Tanner Snyder, who fought in the civil war. Not thrity feet from his grave is that of Richard Gattling, inventor of the first automatic weapon - the gattling gun. And less than a mile away is our shortest running president, William Henry Harrison.
So that was pretty cool. It's not every day you track down a 150 year old relative.

I think I don't know I think I know I dont think I know I think I dont think I know I think....

I can't be having with any of this.

You guys, this has gotten fucking ridiculous. And that's my official stand.

I think I don't know I think I know I dont think I know I think I dont think I know I think....

Okay, I left the first time because I was having a bad day, and didn't particularly like the way the blog was working. I was convinced that people wanted me back. So I accept the invite from michael, and he accuses me of folding. Thats exactly why I hadn't already come back! If I leave and come back, you're just going to make annoying comments about it. Cuz thats what you do. You're the Michael Christie of making annoying comments. So I always have to watch what I write so I don't write anything you can make an annoying assnark comment on. Well, I'm sick of it michael. I'm tired of standing up for someone who kicks me in the back of the knees so I fall back down.

I think I don't know I think I know I dont think I know I think I dont think I know I think....

Damnit, would someone just kick me off? This isn't going to work.

I think I don't know I think I know I dont think I know I think I dont think I know I think....

Don't make me come back here

Here's how it works. I'm not being a jerk here, just trying to sort things out. Marten and Michael are both flagrantly abusing their admin powers because they're mad at each other, because this is childish and immature, I'm taking away said powers. Do I really have that power? No. So if any of you think I've judged in error and give the powers back, I will except that I was wrong and let it stand. If you guys agree with me, then leave their powers off. I'm not mad at you guys, but when we made the "Everybody's an admin" rule it was not so you could be petty and immature. And I don't care who started it.


I think I don't know I think I know I dont think I know I think I dont think I know I think....

Clam's managing the world only office supply store and Taco needs a calculator~T&R

I'm back, sorry for any confusion I caused. I was just having a bad day and acted rashly. Michael: If you chose to be an asshole, fine. I offer no further apology. Everyone else, I think it's good to be back, if it really was pointless, then I'll leave again.

I think I don't know I think I know I don't think I know I think I don't think I know I think....