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Writer's Block: Warning:

Wed, 28 Nov 2007 05:33:27 GMT

If you came with a warning label, what would it say?

Warning: Rambling, sometimes overdramatic fangirl ahead

This is for all that have attended an ACE school. This means you, Trippy!

Thu, 01 Nov 2007 19:03:22 GMT

I joined facebook a while back, and Megan (my sister as some of you may know) sent me a link to join a "I went to an ACE school" group thingy. And there was a list of things that tickled me. So I'm posting them behind a cut.

1. You don't know how to plot a geometrical equation, but by golly you know what gerunds, infinitives, and participles are and can differentiate between them on sight.

2. You ever diagrammed sentences with David Brainerd as the subject.

3. You watched missionary movies for a treat.

4. You still got star stickers to put on your chart even in high school.

5. You've looked back on a Check-up.

6. You ever got paddled in your church's sanctuary.

7. The highlight of your year was Convention, especially Internationals.

8. You couldn't stand Ace or Christi because they were too perfect, couldn't believe Pudge and Becky ended up getting married, and secretly admired Ronnie and Susie because you thought they were cool.

9. Two words: Wisdom Pages.

10. You knew more than your supervisors and monitors by the time you were in sixth grade.

11. You got hand cramps from writing the same word a gazillion times throughout the PACE in Word Building/Etymology.

12. You know what "'Baa Baa' said Ba Ba" means.

13. The American flag means to you, not "I'm proud of my country" or "I support the troops," but "I need to score."

14. To this day you look over your shoulder every time you use a green pen, a.k.a the supervisor's magic wand.

15. You know what A, C, and E privileges are.

16. You watched a video of frog dissection rather than doing it yourself.

17. Could never get a 100% on a test because you forgot to memorize the verse for the Pace.

18. You know what I mean when I say "six inch rule."

19. You make goal charts instead of shopping lists, and it gives you a high to cross each item off diagonally, bottom left to top right.

(Another list I found funny)

You know Ace and Christi will one day end up being together.

You cried when Ronnie crashed his bike.

You have had a class mate tell you to be quiet because he or she is trying to get an Accelorated Christian Education.

You all look exactly alike for gym.

You know what "cool-lots" are.

You think that an 84 is failing.

You have been or dreamed of being on the Pastor's Honor Roll.

You had only one option for a language class (the language that teacher spoke).

Riding in a bus is exciting and new for you.

Snow days just mean doing your work at home.

A demerit ruins your day..

You go to school in a basement.

Three Seniors graduating is a huge class.

Memorizing 30 verses of the Bible in 3 hours is a piece of cake.

You get angry when your friends in public schools complain about dress code rules.

Flirting is a sin.

Your english teacher is your Math teacher, Science teacher, Food prep teacher,Gym teacher, ect...

All the ten year olds have comb overs.

Convention is the light at the end of a tunnel.

You get excited when you get to put a gold star on your star chart.

The hot guy/ girl in your school is your cousin.

You think that a student body of 50 K-12 is too big.

You abide the six inch rule.

The cool guy in class is a nerd from another school.

You never have back problems cause your PACE's are lighter than text books.

You know all the PCC administrators by name.

If you wear a hoodie you are considered a "druggie".

You will get detention if you cough in class.

You want to marry Ronny or Christi.

When you have to beat the little kids to THE microwave.

When you know that there is this one kid who is just going to prision in ten years (once he gets his MySpace).

You get excited when you get a new bathroom pass.

You know everything about everybody... including the teachers.

You wish you had a Pastor like Pastor Alltruth.

There is no point to homework slips.

You counted down from 500 PACE's until you graduate.

You hate red pens but you love green ones.

Having the GREEN pen is the highlight of the week.

Openings are the worst time of the day.

You get very fast at putting your Ipod or gum away when teachers are comming.

You get rules named after youfor the terrible things you have done(chewing gum,burping ,throwing PACE's across the room ect.)

You are surprised to know there are other ACE schools out there....somewhere

You get detentions randomly for having the nerve to stand up to stuff thats wrong, that in a way they tell you to stand up for.

You know that once you throw 30 papperballs down the wall of peoples desk its only a matter of time till the teachers look away again and they all get pelted back to you.

You keep away from those "other" childeren... who are your brothers and sisters who go to public school.

You knock down the Christmas garland from on top of the offices and get in trouble because it pulled all the other garlands down.

You actually feel lucky because you have no finals.

You can recite all of pastors stories along with him.

You actually begin to wonder what will happen to each of the ACE characters by the time that last English PACE rolls around.

You feel a huge wave of relief the first time you go to convention and find that most of the kids from the other ACE schools are pretty much normal.

*This group is for anyone who understood all of these statements or know somebody who does!

You know what ACE stands for.

ace is not a playing card, its a boy.

you spend your days in the learning center

Of course...that second list isn't as funny, but still humorous if you'd attended a school like Suvaana and I did back in the day.

I'm leavin' on a jetplane!!

Wed, 13 Jun 2007 17:43:09 GMT

You read right! I'm heading back middle of the state-side on Tuesday. Well, I leave late monday night, and arrive in Bloomington, IL at 9:45. It's a one-way ticket so I'll be gone as long as my family'll deal with me.

Only bad thing is I've grown use to living with Luke. I dunno how long I'll be able to be without him....or the cuddles, kisses, sexytime and whatnot. -whimpers a little- Why can't Decatur be only a half-hour drive from Seattle? -pouts- Oh, well. I doubt I'll be gone more than two weeks or so.

Hmmmm.....-shakes fists- DAMN YOU SPAAAAAACE!!!!

HEY SUVAANA! I GOT SOMETHING FOR YA!!!

Thu, 24 May 2007 18:40:21 GMT

I strode through the doors of Hillside Bethel Christian School after not going there for four years. Things have changed quite a bit since I was there last. I looked around and saw the Yeakel-troll. “Ah!” I screamed, startled.

“Hello, Suvaana.”

“Yeakel? What happened to you?”

“To what are you referring to?”

“Oh you, uh...got younger.”

“That’s the most untrue, flattering thing I’ve heard all day. Thank you, Suvaana.”

“No problem...My mom sent me in to see if you needed any volunteer work done. My mom doesn’t want me in the house, so she sent me here. Need any volunteer work done?”

“Oh, yes. Well, pick up a green pen and start answering flags.”

“Oh, gee, what I’ve always wanted to do. Walk around, signing my frickin’ initials on a bunch of bratty kids’ papers. You know, most kids flunk out by age sixteen anyway.”

“Going to that other school must have changed your less-than-positive outlook on life,” The Yeakel said, arching a painted on eyebrow.

“My attitude is just fine and dandy. For you information, I’ve made something of myself, it just doesn’t look like it.”

“Oh, really? And what have you done?”

“Um...well...” I trailed off.

The sound of the door opening interrupted my beginnings of a lie and who should have stepped through the doorway than my best friend Mary Redden. “She doesn’t have her driver’s license yet!” I exclaimed quickly, taking the pressure off of me and sending it towards Mary. The Yeakel turned to see Mary, looking up at her, surprised.

“Why are you here, Mary? I thought you said you’d never come back here again.”

“Okay, first of all, I never friggin’ said that. You keep on saying that I said that and I never said that. So are you telling me that you don’t want me here? Cause I can call somebody and...get a ride...” Mary trailed off, her cheeks reddening.

“Cause she doesn’t have a driver’s license yet,” I spoke up, grinning.

“Thank you, Hendrickson,” Mary said tersely. “Shut up.”

“Just like the good old days,” I chuckled.

“Mary, ticket please,” The Yeakel said, holding out her hand.

“Are ya’ll still doing that rule where if someone says ‘shut up’ they have to give a teacher a ticket?” Mary laughed.

“Two tickets please,” The Yeakel replied simply.

“I haven’t had tickets in four years! How the hel--heck am I supposed to give you tickets that I don’t have?”

“Here you go, Mary,” Ethan Schaub spoke up, handing Mary two blue tickets.

“Gee, thanks, Little Schaub,” Mary said to Ethan before turning and handing the Yeakel the tickets. “Here you go, Yeakel,” Mary said.

“What was that?”

“Uh...the Yeakel?” Mary corrected herself.

“What?”

“Mrs. Yeakel?” Mary said finally.

“That’s better,” Mrs. Yeakel nodded once.

“Well, we’ll leave you to your Yeakel-ing business,” Mary said, as if shooing the Yeakel off.

“Hey, Mary, race you to that flag back there,” I said, grabbing a green pen off the desk we were standing by and jumped off the stage, stumbling slightly.

Mary grabbed another pen and started off after me, stopping at another flag that came up. “Whaddya want?” Mary asked, leaning against the office divider.

“Hey, where’d she go?” I muttered, turning to see Mary already helping a student. “Dammit...” I muttered.

“What’d you say?” A girl of about fifteen asked, startling me.

“I said ‘dammit’,” I said softly. “You kids have to learn the cold hard facts. You may be going to Christian school now but in the outside world there’s cussing, like shit, and bitch, and fuck,” I rambled.

“Down, Hendrickson...” Mary said, placing her hand on my shoulder.

“Well, I know what you said,” The girl rolled her eyes, reminding me and Mary of someone we know.

“Whoa...” Mary muttered. “Is that how I look when I roll my eyes?”

“Yeah,” I nod. “Does your nose turn white when you get mad?” I asked the girl.

“No. What kind of stupid question is that?” The girl scoffed.

“I like her already. She’s got spunk,” Mary grinned.

“Mary, Suvaana, get away from her! There are other flags to be answered,” the Yeakel said from the door to her office.

“No! I learned how to show my temper. And I learned how to tell people what I thought of them instead of biting my tongue like I did here. And here’s what I think of you, Yeakel--” I began.

Before I could say another word, a hand clapped over my mouth, another hand grabbing the back of my head, stopping me from pulling away. “Shut up, Hendrickson. We could be getting paid for this,” Mary hissed quietly.

“But I wanna tell her off...” I whined.

“Wait till we get the money, then tell her off,” Mary coached.

“Fuck, there’s Jessica. I’m gonna go tell her off instead,” I said, pulling away from Mary, heading over to Jessica’s office.

“Hendrickson, no!” Mary whispered, not wanting to get in trouble.

But it was too late. I had reached Jessica’s office and pulled her chair away from her desk, turning her to face me. “I’ll show you all talk, no walk,” I exclaimed at the surprised brunette moments before reaching down and pulling the chair out from under her, sending Jessica to the floor with a loud thump.

“What happened back there?” The Yeakel asked.

“Jessica tripped and Suvaana tried to catch her,” Mary said, covering for me.

“I missed,” I added, trying not to laugh.

“Well, um...let’s have break time a little early,” The Yeakel said, heading back into her office.

“Um, Mrs. Yeakel? Can I have some aspirin?” Jessica said, climbing to her feet, heading down the aisle to the Yeakel’s office.

The kids all exited their chairs and went about their normal break schedule. Mary and I headed back to the desk in the far back corner. Mary sat in the chair, and I sat on the desk itself. “I feel so tall,” I sighed, smiling.

“Yeah, well, it’ll probably be the only time you feel tall,” The dark haired girl said, walking up to us.

“Shut up, Redden. Wait, you’re not the Redden. Who are you?” I asked.

“Marie Reddington,” The girl replied.

“What are you, British?” Mary laughed.

“No,” Marie replied simply.

“This is weird though. It’s Mary and Marie. I’m am gonna get so confused...” Mary sighed.

“You were born confused-ed-ed,” I countered.

“You know what? Just call me Fred,” Mary sighed, throwing her hands up in the air.

“Fred. Why?” Marie asked, arching an eyebrow.

“He was her imaginary friend and her sister sat on him, and then he possessed her body,” I rambled.

“Actually, no. Like Fred from ‘Scooby Doo’,” Mary corrected me.

“I like mine better.”

“Well, you know what? Too bad,” Mary laughed, sticking her tongue out at me.

“You’re an idiot, Mary,” I laughed.

“It’s Fred, thank you very much.” Mary laughed. “Or Don Yfoog, if you like.”

“You guys went to school here?” Marie asked.

“Yeah,” Fred and I replied.

“Wow, suddenly I want to change schools.”

“Yes, get out while you still can,” Fred laughed.

“For the love of God, get away!” I added.

Marie turned, leaving us to our craziness and I got an idea. “Hey, Mary, I mean Fred, let’s sneak down and get a soda,” I suggested in a whisper.

“We graduated already, Hendrickson,” Fred sighed, climbing to her feet. “So we don’t need to whisper.”

“Oh, yeah! Hey Yeakel! We’re gonna go get a soda you nas--mm!” I was cut off by Mary’s hand on my mouth again.

“Remember the money...” Fred trailed off, lowering her hand away from my mouth.

“Oh, right. Nevermind, Yeakel!” I shouted to the front of the room.

Mary, I mean Fred, and I walked down the back stairs, heading out the front door, walking around the building to go get something to drink at the Coke machine. Mary had purchased a Barq’s root beer and I was contemplating my choices, however limited they may be. A black Trans Am pulled up in the driveway, screeching to a halt in front of us. The driver climbed out of the car, his eyes wide. “Oh my God...Mary?” A familiar voice asked.

“Actually, It’s ‘Fred’ now, but...” Mary trailed off, turning to see the driver. “Holy shit, Leon?”

“Watch your mouth, I’m an impressionable...oh, fuck it,” I interjected.

“What are you doing here?” Fred asked Leon, her ex of three years.

They dated while Mary and I attended school here and broke up soon after Mary graduated. “I wanted a soda,” Leon smiled.

“Well, there’s plenty of pop machines in gas stations all over town. Why’d you choose this one?” Mary asked.

“I was on this road and remembered this soda machine. And besides, every pop here comes with a free Yeakel lecture,” Leon chuckled. “Who wouldn’t want that?”

“Um, me?” Mary said, holding up her hand. “Yeakel lecture, bad.” She added.

“And my girlfriend goes here...so, yeah.” Leon nodded.

“Oh...good to see you’ve moved on...” Fred trailed off awkwardly.

“Mary has one too!” I jumped in to protect Mary’s lack of honor.

“Oh...who is he...or she? Whatever...” Leon asked.

“He. He-he-he-he-he...” Fred stuttered.

“What’s so funny?” I asked Mary.

“What?” Fred asked, turning to face me.

“You were giggling. Going he-he-he-hehe--ow! Why’d you hit me?” I asked.

“Oh, no reason...” Mary sighed.

“Besides, there’s nothing wrong with being gay. I’m sexy sailor!” I exclaimed, grinning.

“Hendrickson, shut up,” Fred sighed, holding her head in her hands.

“What’s this about sailors?” The Yeakel said, exiting the door a few feet away from the pop machines.

“Wanna go sailing with me?” I asked, grinning.

“Ew. I wouldn’t want her as a first mate,” Mary said, scrunching up her nose.

“What are you talking about?” The Yeakel asked, confused.

“Oh, Nautical terms, Yeakel...don’t worry about it.”

Just then, the Yeakel noticed Leon and got mad. “You already screwed up Mary, we don’t want you to screw up Marie, too!”

“Hey, I was screwed up before I met Leon. And besides, I’m still a virgin.”

“You are?” Leon asked, shocked.

“Mary, don’t talk about those things. It makes her sad. She hasn’t had any in years,” I stage-whispered to Mary.

“Yeah...probably because of the hip surgeries.”

“Okay, now I know you’re talking about me!” The Yeakel exclaimed.

“Gee, took her long enough...” Mary laughed.

“Aw, don’t feel bad Yeakel, lots of people don’t get any...” I said, in an attempt to console her.

“Okay. That’s enough about talking about old people’s sex lives...” Fred trailed off, grimacing.

“You were talking about sex?” Mrs. Yeakel asked.

“Mrs. Yeakel said ‘sex’,” Mary giggled like a mad woman, which got me to laugh, which got Leon to laugh, because the Yeakel still had no idea what was going on.

“Well, if you are talking about sex, just remember to wait until after your married,” The Yeakel spoke up.

“Well, you don’t buy a car without taking it for a test ride, do ya? You never know if it’s gonna be a shitty ride-”

“Mary! I mean Fred!” I exclaimed, my eyes widening.

“Who’s Fred?” Mrs. Yeakel asked.

“Um...he went thataway!” Mary said, pointing over her shoulder.

“Oh, well, if he comes back, tell him that it’s not polite to cuss,” The Yeakel said before turning and entering the school.

“Wow...she’s really getting forgetful in her old age,” Mary laughed, leaning against the pop machine.

“So, why were we out here? Oh, yeah! Soda!” I said, putting my money into the slot and hit the button for a orange soda.

We heard the door open and close and turned to see Marie coming outside instead of the Yeakel. “Oh, we thought you were the Yeakel,” Fred sighed.

“No...I’m not old and forgetful...” Marie sneered, heading over to Leon.

“Hey, baby,” Leon said, taking her in his arms and planting a kiss on her lips.

“I’m suddenly no longer thirsty...” Mary trailed off, handing me her soda, heading back for the front door.

She turned, facing the couple once more, “Oh, and don’t let your dearest anywhere near two guys named Andrew and Sean, or he’s gonna need a pillow to sit on,” Fred sneered, turning on her heels, storming back towards the front door.

“Ooh...someone’s in a mood,” Marie scoffed.

“I got a free soda!” I grinned, completely oblivious to what just happened.

“Oh, and Sean says ‘hi!’” Mary called over her shoulder before entering the building.

Entering the building, I headed up the stairs sipping from the root beer in my right hand before taking a drink from the orange soda in my left hand. I grimaced, heading back towards Mary. “Hey, Mary, root beer and orange soda doesn’t mix...” I trailed off, loud enough for the Yeakel to hear.

“Excuse me, I was in the middle of an announcement,” The Yeakel said, glaring at me.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know,” I shrugged, heading back towards Mary, taking another sip of my orange soda, not caring.

I sat down on the desk, sipping at the root beer. “Hey, what was the matter with you? You were all bitchy to Leon and Mary...I mean Marie,” I said to Fred, who was brooding.

“Oh, nothing. Just that my ex-boyfriend is dating something five years younger than him, and that’s illegal,” Fred replied seething.

“Do you wanna hug, Fred?” I asked, chuckling softly.

“It’s not funny, Trippy. I mean, since we’ve broken up, he’s probably dated a couple people. Whereas me, I’ve dated no one. Air. I’ve dated air. Which is nothing,” Mary exclaimed quietly, hitting the desk with the palm of her hand.

“Aw...you wanna go out?” I asked, feeling sorry for her.

“Dang it, Suvaana, I told you, you’re not my type!” Mary said, rather loudly.

“What’s going on back there? Are you talking about lesbianism?” The Yeakel asked.

“Mrs. Yeakel, what’s lego-isbism?” A small child asked.

“Well, when two women love each other very much...well, actually, they don’t need to love each other at all, but still, they decide to--”

“Shut up, Suvaana!” Fred exclaimed as the Yeakel’s eyes widened.

“Who? Oh, me. What’d I say? The kids have to be educated, besides I’m pretty sure that Kelsey Baughman’s gonna be one--” I said.

“That’s enough!” The Yeakel shouted.

“Whoa, Yeakel got pissed, man...” Mary laughed. “You were saying, Yeakel...about something? I really wasn’t paying attention.”

“Oh, right...” Mrs. Yeakel said and began talking again.

As the class was getting ready to leave school, Mary and I sat in the computer room, our feet propped up on the table or another chair. “You know what, I don’t think they’re gonna ask us to come back...” Fred trailed off, looking out the front window into the Learning Center.

“Gee, I wonder why...” I frowned slightly, then laughed.

The Yeakel dismissed the class and Mary and I exited the computer room. Fred grabbed her purse and we walked out of the Learning Center, walking down the steps and out the back door. “Mommy, what’s a legsbian?” We heard the kid ask her mother. Fred and I traded glances and Fred laughed, “I really don’t think that we’re coming back tomorrow...”

“Wanna go to the mall?” I asked her, chuckling.

“Yeah...sure. I got nothing else to do tomorrow. My schedules suddenly cleared up,” Mary replied as we watched the mother take the child by the hand and drag her back into the school. “It was like magic.”

The End

PLUG!!!!

Wed, 18 Apr 2007 20:35:37 GMT

I hath started a Marvelverse roleplay group!!

http://z4.invisionfree.com/Marvelverse_RPG/index.php?http://s4.invisionfree.com/Marvelverse_RPG/

FUCKING FUCK!

Sun, 15 Apr 2007 00:17:39 GMT

Guys aren't always who they seem to be. Feels like I'm a fucking live-in maid who he fucks seemingly once a week (if that) when he's not lusting over other girls online.

GRAR!!!!!! I'm angry now just to cover the sadness.

Thu, 05 Apr 2007 18:03:50 GMT

Okay, when I'd posted the...post that I had moved to Seattle, I'd promised an explanation. Okay, so the thing with Tim didn't work, work-wise. He went to another independent fed up in Green Bay, leaving me down in Decatur. No one would hire me and my parents were getting impatient. At one point, Luke and I had talked about how it'd be easier for me to move to Seattle, than him moving here. So...I talked to my parents, told them how Luke would pay for my ticket, and it all fell into place. Mom helped with buying my luggage, mom flew with me to Seattle, stayed a day, then went back to Decatur. And I've been sort of, kind of, looking for a job nearby. we definitely need a car cause the places we need to get to and do (like grocery shopping) is way easier with a car.

But....yeah. Good stuff. love to all.

Oh! And my mom sent me another package yesterday. Mailman hit the wrong button, so I didn't get it. I'll have to go get it after I finish my rp with my friend Will for the PWE.

Le sigh

Sat, 24 Mar 2007 06:14:09 GMT

Homesickness is a bitch. It really hit hard when I talked to my mom, dad, grandma, and niece all within two hours. Then, today, I got a postcard from my mom. Just seeing her handwriting made me miss her more. Since some time yesterday, I wanted to hug my mom. I don't know why, I just did and still do. And today, I had a really bad headache and wanting to hug my mom more made it worse and I started crying. Then I tried to clean my face off and went out to the living room and Luke noticed I was still crying a little, and he asked what was wrong, and I said it was my head. Then he asked if I was homesick and I just broke down. He paused his game of Madden then walked around to where I was sitting and held me.

Fast forward to after dinner at Wendy's, now at Safeway for no real reason. And we'd do the "kick the other in the behind gently" thing. Luke would get a little rougher, and I'd calm him down. Then he'd come up from behind and bother me in one way or another. Then one time, he kicked the Oatmeal pies out of my hand, causing the box to fall against my calf, the corner of the box digging into the skin as it fell. Then eventually after the fifteen minutes or so of bothering, I told him that it hurt and asked him to stop. He then changed, seeming depressed, and then it seemed like it was MY job to cheer him up.

Then we get home and when we try to pick a movie, my hand's on his thigh and he thinks I'm gonna cop a feel then eventually he gets up and goes to bed. Then I came back out here. -sighs- Goddamnit. I still feel the urge to cry.

Stole this from Trippy! -hugs Suvaana-

Mon, 19 Mar 2007 18:44:46 GMT

Questions you've probably NEVER been asked!

Have you ever seen an alligator in person?: At the zoo
Have you ever lent pantyhose to anyone?: no
Who do you think is more attractive: your mom or your dad?: mom
Does your doctor freak you out?: Yes.
What kind of gum do you absolutely hate?: The stuff that gets all stringy and watery, almost.
What does the inside of your shower look like?: Like a regular shower/bathtub, only with the knob broken off.
What kind of dictionary do you use?: Wikipedia or dictionary.com
What celebrity's hairstyle do you envy?: None, really.
Are you good at ping pong?: Ah sucks
Does it annoy you when people's eyebrows are a differentcolor than hair?: It just looks weird
Has your grandma ever cussed in front of you before?: Yeah
What primary color is your Christmas tree?: Green. Dur.
Have you dated someone with some serious halitosis?: No
Do you like Jerry Springer?: Not really
Which would u rather have as a brother: Beavis or Butthead?: Neither.
What is the stupidest thing you've done to a friend's pet?: Bit it on the ear. He bit me. I bit him back. (Damn Snow Dogs) It was a big dog, too.
What is the second letter of the name of your street?: "i"
Is there someone in your town that looks a lot like you?: I dunno. I'm new here.
What color do you think your heart really is?: dark red
What does your umbrella look like?: I dun have one.
Does your cell phone die frequently?: Not really
What's the most important thing you've ever broke?: Um...can't remember
What is your favorite keychain?: "I do not discriminate, I hate everyone." I also have a miniature Grinch keychain
Have u ever seen a snake in the road?: no
Is there a china cabinet in your house?: No
Have you ever mentally pictured your teachers having sex?: No!
If you don't meet your soulmate while on earth, will u meet them in heaven?: -blinks- Um...Found my soulmate, thanks.
Have you ever been to the Kentucky Derby?: nope
What state has the most interesting shape?: The square one.
Have u ever heard a wolf howl?: In movies
What's the best camera brand?: le shrug
Have u jumped on a trampoline for more than 3 hours straight?: I dunno
When in a race, do you usually win?: no
What color is the inside of your shower?: whitish beige
Do you get sleepy when you ride in the car?: Occasionally
Is your ring size little or big?: big
Where do you go fishing at?: I don't.
Have u ever thought about joining a nunnery/monastary?: No
Do you think Bill Clinton's face will ever be on our money?: I dunno.
What about George W. Bush?: No
Have u ever wanted to tap dance?: I used to. Took a year of jazz and tap.
If you could change the color of hippopotamuses would you?: clear.
When someone tells you to tell them when, do you actually say "when"?: Yeah
Do you curse when you run a light?: no
How many cowboy hats do you own?: none
Are you scared when you walk with scissors?: no
What does your best friend want to do when they grow up?: ummm...
Have you been in a flood?: no
Have u ever worn wooden shoes?: nope
How is your credit rating?: Um...you'd need credit to have a rating.

Whoo hoo! HI THERE!

Sun, 04 Mar 2007 00:30:19 GMT

Missed me? I hope so. I'm sorry I've been quiet for sooooooooooooooooooooooo long. Been kinda busy with nothing really. Just the computer I used to be on was shitty and I didn't really feel like fighting with it. Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut....

Good news,all! I hath moved to Seattle, Washington!! With my fella. It's absolutely wonderful. Hopefully, I'll get to update more and catch up on what I've missed.

Love to all!

Seventeen days. A new record!

Tue, 17 Oct 2006 02:51:46 GMT

Yes, yes, try not to freak out. I've been single for seventeen days. A new record, as I said in the subject. The largest amount of single Mary-time was....oh, about a week or so. But, I'm doing...okay. I'm not, like, begging everyone around me to date me. That'd be...embarrassing. I'd jokingly ask one of my friends from school. Just to be funny. And it's not like I'm lacking on the phone-y fun. Wink wink nudge nudge.

Gonna have a new job in January. Gonna work for Tim, the ex. He bought out the independent wrestling league he was in and is now the owner. And he's going to come around my birthday with the contract. I'm going to be co-lead writer. He had a lead writer, and I was gonna be team writer then he upped me to co-lead. -shrugs- I didn't want lead because I was afraid I might have one of my black hole of ideas moments where they all get sucked into an infinite abyss and I have no ideas whatsoever. But Tim and one other guy is going to be working with me. And by, like, the end of summer, I'll be moving to St. Louis. So, yeah. Mary's growing up. lol.

Sat, 30 Sep 2006 03:20:00 GMT

YET ANOTHER ONE DOWN! GOD-FUCKING-DAMMIT!

Okay. Tim found out that I had cheated on him (Helped a really annoying guy get off [online, of course], which, in turn got him addicted to my writing and personal stories and so he....in a way...stalked me). Then we got back together and it wasn't the same. Just....no fire. No life. When we said "I love you" it was like reruns from our previous go around.

Then he broke up with me this evening because the whole cheating thing bothered him like crazy. Yet another broken heart....

If it keeps breaking, it'll turn to dust.

Yet another update

Thu, 28 Sep 2006 05:35:43 GMT

Work sucks. To an extent. Yay money and all that.

Managed to stay single for a week, then got back together with Tim. But it's different this time around. More guarded, I suppose. It almost seems like he wanted to get back together because he could. He's got an audition with the WWE on sunday, down in Kentucky for three days and he's super excited about that. I remember, watching Smackdown with Megan on Friday that I just...said that I knew that Tim loved wrestling more than me. And I said it so nonchalantly that I kinda scared myself. And he's really friendly with another girl in the PWE (The wrestling rp group we're in). And earlier, he was like, "That's it. When I get into the WWE, Caitlyn (Chrestyn's her real name, Caitlyn's just her character name) is gonna join the diva search and win." And I'm like, "Lovely. Sounds like a plan." If you could have heard the way i said it inside my head....it was like you could get even worse than monotone. Just...completely without life. I know she's prettier than me and they flirt like crazy. And Tim said that if he didn't make it in the WWE, he was moving to Virginia to start another amatuer wrestling fed with another guy that used to be in the PWE. And I'm thinking, "Oh, yeah. That's great. Cause Virginia's a whole lot closer to me than a three hour drive." And he's going on about his plans for Virginia and there's no mention of me at all. At least when he'd mention the WWE, he'd be like, "You wouldn't have to work, because I'd be paying for everything. And you could come on the road with me" and stuff like that.

And...we've both got work off....later today. It is after midnight, after all, and he's like, "I think I'm gonna drive up to St. Louis and get some clothes for winter." And I'm thinking, "You haven't seen me in person yet. Why not switch the five hour drive with a three hour one and come see me. Sure, I'm not winter clothes, but sorry..."

-SIGHS-

I hate thinking the way I do. And I can't help myself. I'm mentally fucked.

Update

Mon, 11 Sep 2006 03:01:06 GMT

Okay. Once, again, I know it's been a little while. Still on the matriarch's computer. So it's all slow and shite.

I'm working at Hillside again. Yay for money. Boo for fucking annoying kids that annoy the shit out of me day in and day out.

Okay, an update on the whole romantical thingy:

Tim decided it was best that we break up because his schedule was so busy with being the GM at petco (40+ hours a week) plus three college classes plus he wrestles tuesday nights in St. Louis. So, he dumped me, and hoped that when his schedule gets less hectic, we'd get back together.

Well, two days after he dumped me, I got back together with Luke. Mistake. I don't know what I was thinking really. I still loved him and all that. But once we got back together, it seemed like we were back, mostly, to our old tricks. He wouldn't wander away from the computer as often but then we were back to the whole "Luke lying for fun, to get me all riled up, then tell me he was just joking" shit. And he has to move out of the house by the end of september, so we were talking about him moving here. And all that lovey dovey crap. And it was all so soon and I still loved Tim and I couldn't tell Luke, or he'd get pissed.

But a couple days after Luke and I got back together, Tim said he was cutting back on his hours and was planning on giving Heather the store so he could make more time for other stuff, mainly me. But I told him I was back with Luke and he got upset and then said he'd accept Heather's proposal. Then they got back together. Were engaged, the whole nine yards. Then on thursday night, Tim came home from going out with some friends and Heather was on the couch, making out, hot and heavy with some guy.

Tim broke up with her and friday night, when Tim and I were talking, before he got offline, I "kissed him on the corner of his mouth". And he was like, "Ooooh....I'm gonna Luke you kissed the corner of my mouth..." All teasingly, ya know? And then he decided he would call and we talked on the phone for a little while, then he decided he was gonna watch The Mummy and go to bed. Then, last night, we had roleplayed two flashback scenes for the Wrestling RP group we're in, and they were all romantical and we were basically playing ourselves, so it brought up old feelings and then Tim called and we talked and he kept asking when I was gonna dump Luke and go back to him. Then after a little while, Tim said he was gonna try and go to sleep so we hung up. Then I had all these thoughts going through my head and I was all confused and I didn't want to keep it from Luke, so I brought it up and he got all pissed off and I think we broke up. I'm pretty sure we did. -shrugs- Oh well. Another ex under my belt. Well, the same one as a previous time, so does he count as 2 and 4? lol.

I was talking to my friend, Eric, and he said he was gonna ask me out but decided against it because we both have our crazy shit and kinda fucked in the head and that sorta thing. And I said that it would have gone along with the "Mary can't be single for more than two days" thing. Then he said I should try being single for three. So I'm gonna try. I may go through withdrawl, but....I think I might be able to last three days without getting another boyfriend. I know Tim'll be happy to know I'm single again. But I'm gonna ask for him to wait a few days to ask me out again. To "pop the dating question" when I least expect it.

And that recaps the past two weeks I've not been on.

-hugs to all-

Le sigh

Sat, 26 Aug 2006 20:54:47 GMT

Yes, so exasperated, I'm sighing like the french do. lol

But, yeah, -sigh-. Why, when I have to make somewhat big, emotional-centric decisions, do *I* have to make the choice? I mean, can't I have someone who knows my future tell me what to do? that'd be a lot easier than me flubbing it up.

Nothing big's really happened. Just...Luke and I managed to have two conversations in a row where we didn't get mad at each other. 'Twas truly amazing...and heartwrenching. I still love him. I...I love Tim, I really, really do. But, I just gave up on Luke and I because I got so impatient with him not being here. And he still has feelings for me and it's maddening. It really is. I wish to be locked away in an insane asylum so I can't do any actions that would hurt anybody.

Le-fucking-sigh.

It's been a little while, true...

Wed, 23 Aug 2006 04:21:07 GMT

Alright then, to recap:

Um...a few days ago, had two days of drama. Catching shit from second ex and first at the same time. Luke wants closure (how am I supposed to give something I have no fucking clue about?) and Nick was yelling at me for basically being a child in an adults body.

Then there was shit with Tim and his ex. She kept asking him back. Really relentless about it and I thought that if I let him go, to be a free man, he'd be able to make a choice or something. He took it differently and basically said I was dumping him. There was an abundance of sobbing. Those great, gasping sobs where you feel like you can't breathe or you're gonna throw up? Yeah, those. Then I was getting more shit from Luke then decided I was gonna get offline. I do so, and I'm on the phone with Eric (Sweet fella who happens to be in love with me) and Tim calls. So, I tell Eric that I'll talk to him later, and click back over to Tim and he had been talking with Joey (another guy in the PWE. A very smart fella.) And Joey said that Tim had to make a decision. Either a) the beautiful psycho or b) the girl with the good heart. And Tim said that he could go back to Heather easy. A phone call and she's back in his arms.

But he wants me.

And so, we're back together. I had to be the one to do the asking out this time around. lol. Hopefully I'll get to see him within the next couple weeks, once he gets a soft cast on his arm.

Gonna be working at Hillside again. Probably not mondays. Cause they have less students, but, hey, I can always try to find another job for after school.

-shrugs- Tis life.

Love to all!

You know the title of my journal? Yeah. It's not wrong.

Thu, 10 Aug 2006 20:33:48 GMT

Uh....yeah. Forget the previous post. It was a whole big misunderstanding. Tim and I are still together. Yay.

I've really gotta learn to not rant when I'm super-emotional.

lol. Love to all.

You know that "Coin-Operated Boy" song? It's a good fucking song.

Thu, 10 Aug 2006 08:23:35 GMT

Before the recapping. A cast of characters, if you will:

Me (Mary)-Supposed Protagonist, girlfriend of Tim
Nick - The best friend, fiance to Heather
Tim - Boyfriend, best friend and ex-fiancee of Heather
Heather - Most likely the the Antagonist in all this, ex-fiancee and best friend and roommate of Tim, fiancee of Nick

We all know the character is this little play? Good. Moving on.

To recap the past few days:

Monday: Get a call from Tim. Apparently, Heather kissed him after she'd seen him naked again after a while. Tim was hit by a car and got all banged up and Heather volunteered to be his nurse, helping him around, get dressed, and all that. Hence the seeing him naked part. Had to get help changing into his boxers, due to his inability to bend over and do it himself. So, yeah, the slut kissed him. This slut, mind you, is ENGAGED to Nick, who lives out of state. And says she still has feelings for him. "Him" being Tim. When Tim talked to me, he assured me that the feeling was not the same. That it was like kissing his sister, if he had one. Which was a relief to me. Cause that bitch is waaaay prettier than me. I'm not gonna fucking lie or beat around the bush or whatnot. Tim suggests that we tell Nick. I say we give Heather a few days, give her a chance to tell him first. 'Cause I sure as hell dun wanna be shot for being the messenger. Then while Tim and I were on the phone, he said how scared he was in the hospital, how afraid he was to be without me. He said he wanted to FUCKING MARRY ME!!!! Just a buncha pretty words to make me swoon.

Tuesday: Heather tells Nick. Nick gets pissed and dumps her. Then Heather blames Tim for ruining her relationship. (Um, excuse me, wasn't it the stupid cunt's fault for kissing someone that wasn't her's?!) And slaps him, twice. Then walked out of the house, twice. The first time after she blamed him, then after Tim let her back inside and tried to talk, but they ended up screaming at each other and he laid his hand on her shoulder and she screamed at him to keep his fucking hands off her and slapped him again. I consoled Nick, at least to my best ability while we were on the phone.

Wednesday: Tim calls me while I'm doing the dishes and tells me that Heather was found in the bathroom at her work, having swallowed nearly a whole bottle of tylenol. Tim went to the hospital and was really concerned and worried for her well-being. Which was understandable. Then later, when Tim and i were online, he said how he was confused about stuff. Turns out, with her kissing him and her doing that FUCKING STUPID thing how much he loved her in a romantical way and didn't wanna lose her. So, being the laid-back, wanting everyone to be happy, and no confrontation kinda person, I suggest to do what his heart tells him. "Who will make you happiest?" I ask. "You." He replies, which leads me to believe that everything's gonna be okay with time. Then, he says something along the lines of, "But there's a part of me that says she'll make me happier." Then I bring in the fact that he's only known me for a little over two weeks and that he's known her since they were wee ones. He asks if we could still be friends, which was the final thrust of the knife into that shriveled black mass I call a heart now, and I said "Of course...that goes without saying.." Then he says, "Then I'm going to take Heather back." I fall apart. I sob, more than I had....in weeks. I managed to call Nick, get the words out, and instantly, his voice goes soft, like it does when i always cry and he says that he'll call me back in a few minutes. He does. And I decide to get offline and try to cheer myself up, despite the fact that I know I'll fail. I go up to my room, put in Labyrinth and sob, brokenheartedly. Nick does his damnedest to cheer me up and he succeeded a little, then I remember certain things that Tim said and start to cry again. Nick has to go to bed, so I let him go, knowing he has work and other responsiblities to attend to, including a psychotic jewish grandma that screeches like a fucking wingless harpy/banshee hybrid thing.

So I decided to get online and write all this out. If Tim or Heather stumble upon this, and I doubt they will, I hope that Heather knows what a conniving, deceitful, deceptive FUCKING BITCH she is. And that Tim knows how fucking gullible he is for going back to the aforementioned bitch. Who, apparently, had cheated on him 4 times in their relationship.

And that, ladies and....ladies, (Don't have very many male readers, at least to my knowledge) is another reason why my life has gone to SHIT and I just wanna fall into a coma that'll fix everything and when I wake up everything'll be okay.

Decided I'm gonna be single for a while. I've gone from boyfriend to boyfriend to boyfriend. In short jumps. The shortest 'being single' period was just a few hours. Some guy'll make some attempt at wooing me and I shall decline. "Not looking for the inevitable heartbreak, guy, sorry," I'll say. Then he's say something along the lines of, "But I won't hurt you." And I'll laugh loudly, turning on my heels, leaving a "Bullshit, fella. I always get hurt in the end," slapping him across the face. (The words, not my hand.) And disappear into the distance, to be alone.

Wed, 09 Aug 2006 03:58:28 GMT

Sorry I haven't been on as much. Computer's being shitty and I'm stuck using my mom's computer, which, is the family's first computer and has windows 95 and AOL 5.0. I'm working with a dead technology here. Once I'm working again, I'll be able to get my computer fixed, hopefully. Or, maybe, my boyfriend'll buy me a new laptop. He's made the offer. lol. I didn't bring it up.

Hurray for 2 week anniversaries (as of today)!

Love to all.

One of the greatest books of our time!!!

Mon, 31 Jul 2006 05:22:30 GMT

Well, in my opinion. After I finished reading V for Vendetta and polished off Dark Love, both being books that Megan, my younger sister, got from the library, I decided to grab a book from my personal library and read before I got online. I spied with my two eyes (Don't need glasses when I'm reading) Maniac Magee. I reread it and oh my goodness. I forgot how absolutely wonderful the book is. If everyone in the world read that, and believed in the message behind it, there would be less racism. I love love love that book and would recommend it to anyone and everyone.

That is all.

-hugs-

Okay, okay.

Wed, 26 Jul 2006 07:17:24 GMT

As some of you may know, I tend to rant, like, immediately after something bad happens and I say stuff that's mean to those that piss me off. When one of the people reads the page, they have no chance to defend themself.

For example: When Nick was gushing about Heather and how he didn't think he really loved me, I called him a fuck. Then he went back and explained how the love was different. Him and Heather are meant to be together and I think that's so completely sweet. They're so ga-ga over each other. It's adorable.

I, Mary (last name omitted), apologize to Nick (last name also omitted) for calling him a "fuck" in a bout of Mary-rage. He's one of my bestest friends and I will never call him the f-word again. I was angry and confused and it wrong of me. I have this thing where I say things, all emotion no real thoughts sometimes.

And another one bites the dust

Wed, 26 Jul 2006 04:53:40 GMT

And by that, I mean another ex-boyfriend under my belt. Yes, Luke and I are no more. Sure we thought that we were gonna be together forever and get married and all that other stuff, but there were things that weren't so great. Like him going away from the computer without a word, not an "afk", not a "brb", nothing. And he'd be gone for HOURS at a time. Leaving me wondering when he'd be on or if he'd passed out before getting back online. That's happened on more than one occasion. He said so himself that he'd taken me for granted for the past week or so, to which I really agree.

And I was so pissed about the whole situation, that saturday night, stole about 2 inches of Bacardi from the liquor cabinet. In a small juice glass of course. And I got nice and giggly drunk. It was fun. I was having fun posting back and forth with Nick and Tim (from the wrestling rp board) about the silly phrases I say. And Tim posted his aim screenname and we talked for about 6 hours online. There was flirting. Not as much as he'd like, cause of me still being together with Luke. But there still was flirting. And Tim was sooooo sweet. A real gentleman. And he also happens to be Heather's ex. Heather is Nick's girlfriend. They're all in love-like. It's sweet, really. They wanna marry each other. But, I digress.

So, after two fights in a row with Luke about the whole 'taking me for granted' and 'being away from the computer' thingy, I decided we should take a break. Turns out, at the end, it was more than a "break", it was a break up. A splitting of the ways. No more Luke and Mary-ness. I don't know if it's for while we grow up some more or not. -shrugs- Who fucking knows?

Turns out he hadn't trusted me since I told him Nick and I still cybered back in the middle of June. (I didn't do anything, but apparently, Luke still found that as cheating). So I tried, really tried to be more loyal. But in the past few weeks, Luke and I hadn't been intimate (as intimate as two can by 'net or phone) and I was getting needy. So I'd had ps with my friend Eric a few times. And it turns out, he's in love with me, also. At least Chris isn't alone in that club anymore. Digressing again.

But, during the second fight, the breaking up fight-thing, I was talking to Tim the whole time and he was so perfect and sweet about everything. He was like, "What do you want me to do? I'll do it." I said that all I really needed was a hug. A real hug. And words of assurance that everything was gonna be okay. Cause Luke and I sent a couple zingers at each other. And they hurt. And Tim said that if he could, he'd come down and ask me out, properly. Because, my last two boyfriends really didn't ask me out. We just....were together. But that if he didn't call by 11:30, that the Petco he was GM to was in a mess and he couldn't come down.

And it was. He got on later that night and went on about how the whole sunday crew didn't seem to have done shit. But then, since he didn't come down he asked me if I would do the honor of being his girlfriend. Awwwwwwwwww.....-melts- And I said "yes" obviously. lol. I seem to move on fast.

So, the plan is that Heather and Tim are headed down to Miami to go visit Nick in a few weeks. And when Heather and I were talking, she suggested that I come along with. And Tim loved that idea. That was the night I was drunk. And I asked my mom today if I could and she said I hafta ask my dad if I can go. I'm dreading that. But I am almost 21 and need a vacation. Haven't left the state in years. And it's gonna be awesome. Nick and Heather'll be together and Tim and I'll be together. A whole week of: No Megan, No washing dishes, no real responsibility.

It's gonna be the cooooooooolest!

And the best part: Tim and Heather are gonna be moving down to Carbondale on Saturday, so hopefully, they can swing by and say 'hi' for a little while. But, yay! A boyfriend in state! w00t freakin' w00t!!!

This is the happiest I've been in a looooooong time.

P.S. Nick was right again, as usual. He's usually right about most things and he was right again. So, here is me saying that Nick knows me better than one would imagine.

Yahoo is a biiiiiitch.

Sun, 23 Jul 2006 05:00:19 GMT

Okay, my captjksparrow13 yahoo id is no longer. It kept screwing up on me today and i got tired of it so I have decided to use: phoenix_fire_burns13 as my yahoo id. Make note, people that talk to me on yahoo!

-hugs to all despite my crappy ~~week~~ ~~month~~ whatever. However long it's been-

So, as it seems...

Wed, 19 Jul 2006 06:16:09 GMT

The employers at Best Buy are douchebags!

I called three times in one week, did I get a single call back? Nooooo.

But it's fine. Mrs. Yeakel wants me back at Hillside at the end of August. So if I am frugal with my spendings, I will be able to last until the end of August. Then I will have a bi-weekly supply of money until the end of May.

Damn, I'm pissed

Fri, 07 Jul 2006 04:02:11 GMT

In addition to my breaking down at church yesterday, Nick had called after he had woken me after a 4 1/2 hour nap and started gushing about Heather, his new girl. Who happens to live in Chicago. He's so fucking in love with this girl, he's willing to move up there after college and marry her. Apparently, his saying he wasn't gonna get married didn't last too long. He sent me a pic of her and she's reeeeally pretty. And she's all dolled up in the pic which makes her even prettier than if she was in street clothes. And he's going on about how he thinks about her all the time and his palms sweat and his heart races and the butterflies get to flutterin' in his stomach and he's really in love with her. Then he says something that makes my night even worse. Something along the lines of, "You know, when I think about it now, I wasn't really in love with you." -gasp, clutches chest over heart, then grumbles- Gee, thanks for that, you fuck. Thanks for saying that the guy I was in love with for three months didn't really love me back.

Add all that shittiness plus the fact that Luke was being kinda mean because he was afraid I was gonna hurt him by cheating on him somehow and I'm so, completely, not going to. I've been behaving for nearly two weeks. Once I hit the two week mark, it'll be smooth sailing. So I'm catching shit from all sides, and then the accusing of future cheating thing died down and then Luke's computer started screwing up and he was gonna restart it and see if that would fix it. I fell asleep for an hour while I waited then I woke up all of a sudden and saw that he still wasn't on, so I got offline and went to bed for another 5 1/2 hours. Which was nice.

Then I went to church and helped put the bulletin together. I had promised Bridgett that I would. Then after we were done and were wating for Dave to bring lunch, he had made a TB run, I went down to Mike's office and got online. And I started talking to Jackie, a friend I made at Suvaana's church. And it turns out, that her online boyfriend, Paul, had come to visit for three days. And Chris' girlfriend has been planning on moving to georgia to be with him and has been there for extended periods of time and all that, and when Nick called and woke me up, he was at the theater, in pirate-mode (read: drunk with a Jolly Roger tied around his neck like a cape), and said that Heather was planning on driving down on a road trip. And being just woken up and pissed as hell, I was like, "Great." In a completely lackluster voice. When I just wanted to cry.

Everybody's significant other's are coming to visit them, but MINE'S NOT!!! And that fucking kills me. When he comes, he wants it to be a one-trip type deal. He wants to have a job lined up and a place and everything, but the boy's not made any effort to find a home and occupation. Even Megan suggested that he come visit and get a feel for the place, which is logical. Let him see the city and if he can, look at apartments, and go see if the Hundai dealership needs a fella with his job skills. He's a warrenty clerk. -sighs- I love Luke, and it's great getting to talk to him online, and when I'm lucky, on the phone, but....I wanna be held. Fall asleep in his arms. Have him kiss me and tell me how much he loves me. And if it's just for three days like Paul, so be it. It'd still be three days of Luke and maybe him coming to visit will light the fire under his ass to get him motivated.

-sighs- Though, if I suggest that, I'll bet he'll say something, some excuse on how he can't do that now. God, I hope not...

-sighs again- God, I'm lonely, and jealous, and in just a bad mood despite buying stuff from Hot Topic today...