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Saturday, February 1st, 2003
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12:05 am
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in keeping with the mood of the night, "some things never change"
new rule: do not waste energy or thought on those deemed less-than-worthy.
and thats not a cocky statement, its the simplest way to fix a big problem i have.
current mood:  exhausted
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| Monday, January 27th, 2003
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9:44 pm
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i registered today, wow.. what a waste of 1.5 hours. then fnb, only there for a bit.
lolita is so gross. goodnight.
current mood:  optimistic
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| Friday, January 24th, 2003
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11:21 pm
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woooooeeeeee. tonight was mopping night. im trying to get onto stock crew, and robyn knew this so he volunteered me to mop the store. heh. i also put cups in shopping carts. wow. the new manager likes me, i think.. its pretty cool. too bad the decision isnt up to him, but up to the TWO PEOPLE IN THE STORE WHO LIKE ME THE LEAST, as far as i know. the manager and assistant. the store manager is kind of stern and always gives me mean looks. the assistant smiles at me, but gets on my ass every single time i fuck up or forget my nosering (which isnt often) and doesnt seem to appreciate the extra things i do. man, bitch just jealous.. im a classy bitch and she aint nothin but a bitch. just kidding, i like her, nevertheless.
i want a tattoo woo woo.
my mother cleaned my room tonight, thats so sweet. i love my mommy.
i think i was a cat in a past life. a nerdy cat that none of the other cats liked. want to know why? because i am seriously DRAWN to cats and i pick them up and snuggle them whether they want to or not.. im needy when it comes to cats. sometimes thor doesnt even snuggle me enough. kitty kitty cats, meow meow. i love cats. a lot.
PS MY PISS IS BRIGHT ORANGE BECAUSE OF THIS MEDICINE IM TAKING, AWESOME!
current mood:  geeky
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4:28 pm - finally.
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well today i had a 9:30 appointment to wrap up the ged process, speak with a school counselor, get an age waiver, and take my final practice test. mike epperley (counselor) was, as usual, full of character today. he walked me around the ACEC introducing me to people. i then sat in a room and had a women come in with a bunch of booklets and tell me i was on the "honor system", meaning they werent going to time me and stuff, just not to cheat.. everyone was really nice. i tested for an hour and a half then took a break for food.. tested for another hour.. wrote an essay. i was very pleased to see that i missed only one question on the entire test (a science question). woohoo! for my essay i was given a prompt of "blah blah, change of opinion, what brought it about, blah blah.." and of course i wrote about being a vegetarian/vegan. i was scared to turn that part in because ive learned some adults can get pissed if you say that theyre doing something bad, but it turned out well. she gave me a perfect score and everyone read my essay. it was a pretty sweet morning.
i was honestly surprised i got a decent score. i wasnt feeling very up this morning, and my brain felt numb. haha.
also, i seriously need to work on essay writing before i start school. ive been learning with each little test that im too damn wordy. i write like i talk.. and a lot of people dont read that way.. so my writing can be confusing and weird.
mike epperley let me borrow an SAT prep CDrom, as well as a book about paying for college. they had a little book store at the school board and i bought Lolita, finally! ive been wanting to read it for so long.. im excited.. mmm, nymphets! haha.
so ill take my test february 19th and 20th. wish me luck.
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i watched pretty woman for the first time today. it kind of pissed me off a bit, but whatever.
i hung out with vanessa for a few days. that was fun.
i saw meredith, that was sweet. duh.
and casey is seriously the coolest person on this planet.
thank you now its time to get ready for work.
current mood:  determined
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| Sunday, January 19th, 2003
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11:34 am
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im making tapes for my car. it doesnt have a cd player. there are pluses to this, and they are: not having to listen to any music besides my own and learning patience
my mixed tape is awesome. included on it are boys 2 men, norma jean, le tigre, beck, dmx, and underoath.. and more.. im workin on the list.
people should make me tapes from their cds. thank you and good day.
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| Thursday, January 16th, 2003
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11:24 pm
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tonight we hung out in a bed store. there were pillows for one-hundred dollars a piece.
for my birthday im requesting two nice pillows (not $100 pillows, more like the $20 range of goodness).. and from my parents a top cover thingy to make my bed a cloud of pleasure.
then my life will be complete.
hahaha.
ps. i cant wait until i start "college".
current mood: exhausted
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4:35 pm
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$10 REWARD!
for any information leading to the whereabouts of JOSHUA BELL!
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1:03 pm
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67.96.202.145! 67.96.202.145! 67.96.202.145! 67.96.202.145!
WHO ARE YOU?!
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10:22 am
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everyone should write their life stories now. hurry!
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| Wednesday, January 15th, 2003
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2:00 pm - my life story!
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my name is abby lee cunningham. i was born in march... the 16th, 1986. i look back at pictures of my mothers pregnancy and she looks rather melancholy. i was a breech baby, so a c-section was necessary. my first home was in fayetteville, north carolina. in all actuality, my family only lived there for a few months before we moved to northern virginia. it was a city called woodbridge, a neighborhood called lakeridge.
of course this time of my life lends few memories, i was young. one of the more coloured images i can replay is me, picking up a strange balloon in a park near my house. as i walked home, i tried, over and over, to blow it up. when i walked in the door, i ran to my cousin (who was watching me) and asked her to help. she gasped and threw it away. found out later it was a used condom.
woodbridge is wooded and serene. i have many memories of getting sap on my hands while climbing trees. i also recall walking for about an hour with my cousin to her boyfriend's house, nestled in the woods. we walked inside, and i was instructed to sit on the couch. i did, for about half of an hour.. then i walked in the bedroom to see Cousin performing oral sex on her much-older boyfriend.
soon after that incident, we moved to texas. el paso, to be exact. el paso is about 10 minutes from mexico, and it is a very dry and depressing city. gangs were a huge problem, and i was sent home for wearing a sportsteam shirt. the colors belonged to a local gang. i was in second grade.
my brother, adam, had a relatively cheap bike that he treasured. it was one of those fakey bmx things that little kids get all excited about. a peer of his, an equally poor kid in our neighborhood, stole the bike about three times from adam. each time, we would drive in mom's car to the kid's house and pick the bike up. his parents had very nice cars sitting in the driveway. i remember my mother commenting that his parents must have taught him how to steal.
instead of the tornado drills that florida kids are familiar with, we had sandstorm drills. watch out for the tumbleweed, the most lush plant in the entire city! no yards had grass, only rocks. rain was rare so we shoveled our dog's shit from the dirt-yard and threw it away. we never bothered with putting rocks in our yard for some reason.
my best friend during my family's el paso days was a boy named nick. he was a cute italian boy that lived two houses down. i spent most of my time with him, playing with GI Joes. we put a GI joe head in my dogs nose once. it scared the shit out of me that i could be so mean. i think i never intentionally hurt an animal since that incident. nick was the first boy i liked.
but my first kiss was from a boy named isaiah. one strange thing about my friendship with isaiah was how i always thought he was in a weird cult. but a few years ago i asked my mother about this and she told me, "no, he was catholic." anyway, isaiah had very red hair. we always walked around in our bathing suits. dolls were our toy of choice.
the summer after second grade, we headed for florida. our destination was myakka. this is precisely the point in my life where i can begin to recall painful and sickening quirks that i had.. i can recall being sick, i can recall conversations, i can recall family arguments. this is when my memories begin to un-fuzz.
my brother was in middle school now, and he was definetely the typical billy badass punk rocker. my father had a tape recorder hooked to the phone to spy on adam. one day i found the tape and listened. on it, he detailed to a friend how he was sneaking through our parents' medicine cabinet to find prescription drugs. this is funny to me, because i know my parents are kind of against anything a "druggie" would hope to find. so basically adam must have been lying to his friend on the other line to look cool.
in third grade i befriended a girl named rachel getter. we were equally whacked out and silly, and we both craved attention from crowds at school. our teacher favored me and always singled her out to yell at. one day i wore a cape to school and told people i was a vampire.
in fourth grade, my parents had the first seperation that i can remember. there were ones before that, but whatever. my brother, my mother, and i moved to woodbury. this is the point in adams life where he chose to find a friend in drugs. i was very unpopular in this neighborhood. i think i was seen as a dork, but of course i was too naive to notice all of my friends hating me. maybe thats why i dont trust anyone now. who knows? one day my little irish friend, neive, asked me to come outside and talk. we sat on the bench and soon britney reed and some hideous girl (whose name i cant remember) came outside to beat me up. i dont know if they hit me or what, but i ran upstairs to my apartment and cried. oh, if i could just relive those days and show them a good time. sigh, regrets.
britney and i also stole her mothers cigarettes and smoked in the woods. i was upset about it and told my mom. at the time, i wanted to be a swimmer. she gave me a little speech about how athletes cant smoke. the same day my brother told me i should shave my legs.
my brother had several male friends whom i found to be quite cute. one was, as i see it now, a little strange. he was visiting one afternoon, and i went into my bathroom to pee. i noticed my first pubic hairs. when i came out, my brother's friend told me that in a few years i should call him. i was flattered beyond belief. his name was justin sears. gross.
soon my parents were back together, so i was back to gene witt where little nerds like me belonged. i was a sprouted girl, with breasts and a period. strange that i was an early bloomer, cuz the bloomin just ceased soon after it started. heh.
the summer after fourth grade, i was talking to an older kid online. he told me he was a vegetarian, which i thought sounded kind of cool. as i was eating a ham sandwich, i said i was a vegetarian too. but this lie did lead to me researching animal rights. i told myself i wouldnt eat meat from that point on. i failed.
fifth grade was the year i felt like a fuckin genius. i had the most inspiring teacher i could imagine, mrs levins, and i loved school. i stayed after all the time to just hang out with this amazing woman. many afternoons she drove me home. i did a science project on gender bias and won first place. she led me through the whole thing. man, she was awesome. by the end of the year, maybe even the summer, i was really a vegetarian. my confidence blossomed and i became very outspoken and obnoxious.
this led to a career in middle school as a class clown. a lot of my teachers disliked me for this, but the coolest ones thought i was the cats meow. i had a lot of friends in middle school. there was a dorky little party with spin-the-bottle every weekend, and i was so there. in seventh grade i befriended taylor owen. i remember i thought she was a beautiful girl. one day we both went to the ymca and i introduced her to my mom when she picked me up. when we got in the car, i told my mom, "look, taylor is pretty and SHE has pimples." at that point i had a pimply face and i basically, unfairly, thought of myself as an ogre. i put makeup on to cover it up. it worked for the most part.
in 8th grade i had my first sort-of real boyfriend. he used me for four blow jobs and broke up with me on the internet. he was in 10th grade. his friends hated me, mine him. my discontent with this situation dominated a lot of my thinking time, and it took me nearly a year to get over this 3 month period of my life.
because of this, 9th grade was okay, but being called "whore" by assholes like dave scarborough didnt feel too great. yeah i fought back but i was definetely defeated. once again, this is a situation i would like to relive to fix mistakes that i made. im stronger because of it, and thats about all i can say about it.
i gave up the trumpet because he and his friends were in the marching band and i felt extremely uncomfortable. the trumpet was something i enjoyed quite a bit in middle school, and i probably could have gone somewhere with it. i was first chair in the middle school jazz band. not much, but i did give up the most important hobby of my life because of a fucking boy. i hate the person i was in 9th grade.
aside from that shit, taylor and i still hung out a lot. we went to concerts constantly and did all kinds of hyper-creative stuff together. she got involved with her first real boyfriend. i found companionship in a boy whom shall remain nameless. our friendship dwindled quite a bit. goddamn boyfriends.
in 9th grade my grades were crappy, but i still took honors classes to feed my ego or whatever. i dont know exactly what i was trying to accomplish by doing this. i just gave myself a lot of stress.
oh, i guess i failed to mention that my parents divorced while i was in sixth grade. see how much of an impact this had on me? despite psychiatrists telling me otherwise, i didnt care that they divorced, and i actually only missed the money of married parents. we lived in a shithole in parrish, then we went to carlton arms. okay, im caught up now. ::WHEW::
the summer of 10th grade, i decided it was a good idea to be a vegan. i had the crappiest diet. i lived on noodles and vegan boca burgers. this was a huge mistake. first of all, my heart wasnt in it. and second, i was going to kill myself with those eating habits. so of course i gave in after 7 months. that was 5 months into my 10 grade year. in 10th grade i had a teacher named mrs stone whom i despised. i had a big journal. i had a new friend named kelly, and another new friend named vanessa. and a great new friend called meredith. and of course, ciera. as well as one of the closest friends i've ever had, tristan. i also had a boyfriend named pete that was my age but everyone thought was 30. we had a lot of fun together. i found a cool new thing called "emo" and "screamo" music that summer, and i thought it was JUST GREAT. so for my 10th grade year, i talked about shitty bands and thought i was damn cool because i knew about this "obscure" thing. then either everyone in the whole damn world discovered it, or i discovered that i wasnt so unique. but this was the end of me ever trying to "be" any certain way, ever. music is music, i learned. and if it sounds good, listen to it. this was the only fad i ever chased, thank god, and it lasted for only a year. THANK GOD. but my frustration with my friends' fascinations with this fad sort of built a wall between me and the world. i did ecstasy. i got drunk at a party and fell asleep by a boy named casey welch. we held hands. we started dating. the first day we had sex, we did it eight times. it was on the last day of school.
after 10th grade, i moved to sarasota. ciera and i volunteered with PETA at the warped tour, and i went vegan again. this time, my hearts in it... totally. casey decided, on his own, to do it as well. my respect for him skyrocketed. i started at riverview in 11th grade. two months of dimly lit hallways and shitty teachers knocked some sense into me. despite the worlds reactions to a "dropout" i did it.. and ive spent my days working and reading. and with friends or with my boo. ive become a better person since i left school, atleast in my opinion. and i think i have good taste.
now im kind of just floating around in life. ill start at mcc next fall, maybe earlier. im pretty happy.
**THE END**
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| Tuesday, January 14th, 2003
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5:15 pm - READ, im so awesome!
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1. Favorite band? saves the day, jimi hendrix, ani
2. Most listened to bands: saves the day, hip hop in general
3. Do you find any musicians good-looking?: ani difranco!
4. Can you play an instrument?: i used to play the trumpet. and of course it went down the crapper when i hit high school..
5. Type of music most listened to?: soothing, melodic music. or the exact opposite, but rarely.
6. Type never listened to?: "smooth jazz", breathy pop music that never pushes boundaries.. like britney's NEW stuff thats all sexy and.. ugh, it sucks
Do you write in cursive or print?: print.
Are you a lefty or a righty?: righty.
What is your sexual preference?: casey, heh.
What piercings do you have?: nose, ears
Do you drive?: unfortunately
Do you have glasses or braces?: nah, nicka
1. What do you most like about your body?: haha, my feet or hands.
2. And least?: big ol booty
3. How many fillings do you have?: zilch
4. Do you think you're good looking?: sometimes, on a good day
5. Do other people often tell you that you're good-looking?: middle aged and old men do all the time.
6. Do you look like any celebrities?: bjork! psyche!
-- General Questions --
1. Whom do you believe is the smartest man alive at the moment?: casey welch, i think ryan is pretty damn smart too..
2. What do you prefer, a sunny or rainy day?: rainy
3. Do you consider yourself lucky?: pretty much
4. Do you feel pity for people who commit suicide?: i feel pity for the people that cared about them
5. Choose one word to describe how you feel most often: chill.
1. Do you own any plaid clothing?: socks?
2. Do you own Converse shoes?: yup, ive had the same pair forever.. this bitches dont fall apart, lemme tell ya.
3. Do you own Saucony shoes?: unfortunately i own three pairs. when i was dumb and justified buying leather. i only wear them at work. i need some new shoes.
4. Do you own old school Nikes?: nope. haha i have some old school converse though.. theyre like plasticy and high topped and cushioned... sweet!
5. Do you wear tight pants? not too tight.
6. Is there more than one zipper in your pants?: not that ive noticed. gross.
7. Do you know what a squatter flap is?: no, what is it?
8. Do you own a messenger bag?: mmhmm, backpacks are better though. goddamn shoulder cramps.. oh yeah, im not in high school anymore so i dont get shoulder cramps.
9. Do you wear your messenger bag across your chest?: i did.. who doesnt?
10. Do you own braces?: nope. i should though, shouldnt i?
11. Are braces worn anywhere besides the mouth?: yes.
12. Do you have short, shaggy hair?: somewhat. but im a lesbian so its okay. :D
13. Does your hairstyle exceed a height of 3 inches? no
14. Would you classify your hair as a deadly weapon?: no
15. Do you think mohawks are "neat"?: they are silly and cute.
16. Is your hair black or red?: hahaha! its brown, red, blonde, "scrawberry blonde", mahogany, maroon.. urban salons are fun
17. Do you have a favorite brand of hair dye?: not really
18. Do you own a bandana?: a few. i dont think ive ever worn one, though
19. Do you wear plugs in your ears?: not anymore, that shit starts to get nasty
20. Are you amused by safety pins?: as a surgeon, ive removed a few from unlucky feet
21. Have you ever used duct tape as a sewing substitute?: eww, and i bet youd ask me to shop at an outlet, too.. wouldnt you??
22. Do you own one or more objects with studs or spikes in them?: nope
23. Do you own one or more articles of clothing from Dogpile, Lip Service, or Tiger of London?: nope
24. Do you enjoy leopard print?: not at all..
habits/beliefs
25. Are you disgruntled (having a general hate for everything)?: WELL, thats not what disgruntled means.. and yes, i am.
26. Are you an anarchist?: nah
27. Does the American flag anger you?: the Flag doesnt make me feel one way or another..
28. Are you "working class"?: yes, im very much the working class.. and half you bitches that said yes need to live in my house for a month.
29. Do you dislike "preps"?: preps?
30. Do you dislike Hot Topic?: haha, the people that work there are such dorks. theyre a little eager.. and the clothes are disastrous.
31. Do you smoke cigarettes?: eww
32. Do you smoke cloves?: eww
34. Are you vegan/vegetarian?: VEGAN.
35. Do you think meat is murder?: yes
36. Do your nighttime activities usually involve drunken underage vomiting?: not usually. not really at all..
37. Have you ever slept in an alley or park?: no
38. Do you wash your hair less than once a week?: everyday
39. Have you ever gone a week without a shower?: not that i can remember
40. Have you ever been avoided due to your odor?: haha, i know someone that i have avoided for that reason.
43. Should Mumia Abu-jamal be freed from prison?: duh.
44. Are you a member of the Makeout Club?: i think so
45. Do you say "rad"?: once in a while
46. Do you say "rockin'"?: once in a while
47. Do you say punk "rawk"?: nope
48. Do you shout the word "oi"?: nope
49. Do you say "punk's not dead"?: nope
50. Do you say "punk is dead"?: nope
music
51. Do you like bands with ".": whatever
52. Do you like bands with "theory" in their name?:whatever
53. Do you like bands with "the"?:whatever
54. Do you ever precede your own name with "the" at the beginning?: no
55. Do you like bands with the F word in their name or album title?: hmm?
56. Do you think "Christian punk" is an oxymoron?: no, why would it be?
57. Are Blink 182 fans "posers"?: no more than anyone else that might listen to less mainstream music. posers are just people to be pretending to be something they are not.. but then wouldnt everyone be a "poser"? who cares?
58. Do you have frequent debates over what exactly constitutes a sellout?: haha, no.
59. Have you ever brought the headlining band food?: nope
60. Do you have show flyers affixed to your walls?: nope
-- Religion --
1. Do you detest religion?: depends on which religion we're talkin about
2. How do you think this universe was formed?: no clue, but we're doin a good job with destroying our own planet.. arent we?
3. If you currently follow a religion, do you think people who belong to another religion are ignorant?: no
4. If you were in a hostage situation, and you were given a choice, to either praise the demon they follow or die, what would you choose?: its all about survival.
- Fashion --
1. Do you wear a watch?: no, THOR STOLE IT!
2. How many coats and jackets do you own?: a few sweaters.. snuggling up in warm clothes is great.
3. Favorite pants/skirt color?: jeans
4. Most expensive item of clothing?: i guess ae stuff.. thats not even very expensive
5. What kind of shoes do you wear? flip flops, converse, none at all
6. Describe your style in one word: careless, chill. like me!
-- Your Friends --
1. Do your friends 'know' you?: some of em
2. What do they tend to be like?: unique, varied, smart
3. Are there traits in you that are universally liked?: i can be a counselor if im up to it and ive got my shit straight. i think im pretty sane and level and id hope people would notice and appreciate it.
4. How many people do you tell everything to?: one.
-- Homosexuality --
1. What is the first thing you think when you see two gay guys or lesbians holding hands?: aww
2. Do you detest homosexuality?: no
3. Do you agree or disagree with gay or lesbian couples bringing up children?: if they are loving parents.. its cool
[ future ]
What day is it tomorrow?: wed
What are you going to do after this?:go to parrish to visit my grandparents
Who are you going to talk to?: Gma and Gpa
Where are you going to go?: parrish
How old will you be when you graduate?: 16
What do you wanna be?: somethin sweet.
What is one of your dreams?: get my own house
Where will you be in 25 years?: hopefully in a happy marriage with kids and a sweet career that i can enjoy everyday
[ have you ever ]
Drank?: yes
Smoked?: yes
Had sex?: yes
Stolen?: yes
Done anything illegal?: yes
Wanted to die?:
Hit someone?: YESterday
Did you like this survey?: it was cheesy, but i enjoyed it.
THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT
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1:51 pm
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the body shop is amazing. ciera and joey got me this huge package from them for christmas. ive been enjoying it a lot. "nut body butter" is my personal favorite.
i havent taken headache medicine in five or six days. that is very very good for me.. i can faintly hear my kidneys calling out a "thanks" to me. and because i havent been taking the stuff, i havent been getting many headaches in the first place.
my car:
1. has a donut. its been on there for about two months. haha, shut up.
2. has a cracked "serpentine" belt.
3. needs an oil change.
4. is a huge mess.
5. shakes whenever i decided to drive it like .002 miles to work (lazy days).
so i think ill dedicate my next paycheck to fixing this. but then i wont be able to use my car as an excuse for not doing things! just playin.
BIKES ARE BETTER ANYWAY.
current mood:  indifferent
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| Monday, January 13th, 2003
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10:56 pm
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I think fur is a crime, I protest all the time
you should see all my bumper stickers
That Firestorm song sure gets me singing along
My righteousness never flickers
I think P.E.T.A. is swell and vivisectionists go to hell
I live to fight the man
And if there is ever a cause with no dietary laws
I'll be the first to take a stand
The animals, I see their pain with ease
But don't expect me to give up pizza with cheese
The animals, I see their pain with ease
But don't expect me to eat a pizza without cheese
I know I could be the best vegan the world's seen
It's such a shame my doctor says I can't because I need the protein
What's right or what's wrong is not a tough decision
But animal torture is a part of my new religion
Hey, you know that I am down with what it's about
Did I happen to mention I need the strength to work out?
Because I am building up muscle, I'm a growing boy
Such a cruel twist of fate, I'm allergic to soy
Excuses, excuses, are not for me!
I've wised up, but these leather shoes were free
These shoes were free
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10:53 pm
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peaceful protest doesnt get the job done... so I wake up for the rally - grab my soy milk and my gun. breakfast with the family get the grub on, see whats up.. then I saw my sister had milk in her cup! i jumped out my chair - sprayed her with my mace. i yelled "VEGAN POWER!" and I kicked her in the face! dad was bugging, he started to run.. but he's a meat eater so I pulled out my gun.. shot him in the back, then I shot his wife! that's how it's got to be in defense of all life.
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Congratulations, you're Boston, the rebel city.
What US city are you? Take the quiz by Girlwithagun.
Boston, Massachusetts
Considered to be the birthplace of American Independence, Boston is well known for it's stubborn and forward thinking nature. With it's small streets that beckon you to explore them, it is the perfect place to live if you would like to walk everywhere. It is because of this that Boston is considered closer to Europe than the rest of the states. The residents there not only have their own unique pronunciation and vocabulary, but their own grammatical construct as well. If you plan on visiting, make sure you understand their language to avoid being snickered at.
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1:34 am - creepy man
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there is a man that always shops at my store. he is in his forties, has brown hair. brown eyes, a fairly big mustache, medium build.
this man i shall call Robert, cuz i feel like it. robert is an asshole. he is haste, rude, mean, and just a big cock and pushes everyones buttons because.. i guess cuz he can.
apparently, once someone asked him if he would like paper or plastic (he ALWAYS demands paper), and he said "i would rather slit your wrists, and my wrists, then get plastic bags". friendly, eh?
today jimmy was bagging for me. jimmy hates robert (who doesnt?).. and he wouldnt ask him what kind of bags he wanted, so i did. "is plastic okay?" i asked. "NO!" well, big surprise, a rude reply. whatever. ::yawn:: roberts boring tonight, when is he gonna yell at me?
while i was ringing up his order, he kept glancing to check the prices. i assumed nothing was wrong because he didnt say a word to me. after i brought up his total and printed a credit receipt for him to sign, he yanked on the store receipt (which takes a minute to finish printing after the credit one comes out.) he said, "i cant look at this one yet, eh?" and i said "no, it takes a minute."
well, he signed his credit receipt and then ripped the other one out. he searched it diligently then slammed it down in front of me and yelled "blahb lbajhgsljhdljhgdfhj 3.49 supposed to be 2.99!" so i said, "you'll have to go to the service desk, the order is done."
of course he had a fucking fit and said something about me not letting him see the store receipt before he signed on it. LIKE IT MATTERS, LOSER. get your money and quit whining. and he snatched the receipt from my hand and pushed past me (i was walking to the service desk). classy.
the thing is, after a credit slip is printed out, you cant change anything. so whether he signed or not, it doesnt matter. god, hes such a JERK. i hate him.
and then when he was walking out, he stared me down with the most hateful look i have ever seen anyone give.
and i thought id add, i was nothing but sublimely polite and kind to him the entire time. as i am with nearly everyone that comes through my line, whether nasty or nice. i didnt instigate whatsoever. if i do say so myself, im very good at dealing with people at work, and keeping a positive attitude with even the biggest assholes.
WOW, and from a man i KNOW could spare a few bucks. i hope he doesnt murder me.
so that brings me to a class in "how to treat people in generic, retail positions"
1. always HAND bills to the person, never throw them on the counter. same goes for change.
2. make eye contact, we like to feel like human beings, not just robots there to count out cash.
3. if we say "hello", say "hello" back, and try your fucking hardest to give a little smile. i swear, it wont hurt you.
4. dont give us coupons for shit you didnt buy.
5. i repeat, HAND US MONEY!!!!!!!!!!!!
6. EYE CONTACT!
current mood:  aggravated
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| Sunday, January 12th, 2003
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1:45 am - gimme a hiney.
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patting thir is very fun. i just knocked the mouse over. whoever said you couldnt type when you were driuk was a very crazy person. thank ou and have a good night.
current mood:  drunk
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| Saturday, January 11th, 2003
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11:11 pm
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my edge is ALMOST as strong as magnus ver magnuson
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10:22 pm - ahem: 20 TWENTY 20 (!!!) i hope otown was Fizzun
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work, work, work. work? work.
i strangely have nothing to say right now..
except, everyone should go look at a picture of peter pan and TELL me that doesnt look like Casey Welch.
peace.
current mood:  hungry
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| Friday, January 10th, 2003
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11:30 pm - HAHA
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today i went with my mother to run errands. she went to a salon called "wills".. its on bee ridge and owned by urban 30 somethings.
i decided to go to a vitamin shop while she had her eyebrows waxed. i was walking in front of the window at will's salon..
someone ran out and quickly ushered me in, like i was a FASHION EMERGENCY(!!!) "girl, we gonna make you look like a supastar!"
and then a woman foiled and dyed my hair a bunch of colors. red and blonde and brown streaks. its silly.
current mood:  giggly
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