Archive for August, 2001
August 15, 2001 at 3:14 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Two weeks ago, a mosquito was stalking me. I could hear it, but couldn’t see it. It made the mistake of landing on my monitor. I slapped it — and there it was stuck, not in the middle, but to the right and up of the middle. Maybe in the middle of the right and upper fourth of my monitor.
It annoyed me at first, but I was too lazy to clean it off. Today, it fell off. Now, I kinda miss the poor fella.
August 15, 2001 at 1:56 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
I guess since I have a webcam now, I should start a gallery of all my funniest webcam moments. ^^* [something I know at least two people will find amusing. ^_^;]. And plus, it’ll be a good way for me to fill my currently empty days! WOOT WOOT.
Ohh, and maybe I should put something on the sidebar too. What a novel idea! ^_^*
August 15, 2001 at 1:53 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
If you read the list of Keywords people have typed in [in order of how many hits per word], at one point it says “sleepy big fat japanese penises with decal women pussy”
I don’t know whether to laugh, or do be really worried.
Maybe I should change the name of my site from “drunk naked stick figure girl pictures of kim and katie”
to “sleepy big fat japanese penises with women pussy”
:P~
August 15, 2001 at 12:15 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
I’m kind of liking this splitting up between blog/poetry/ongoing story thing. It’s making me write less in my blog, but I think it’s for the better. I realized today that I dislike journals that mix poetry and prose. It just doesn’t work that way.
People probably feel the same way about journals mixed with web logs.
Oh well. I’ll deal.
August 15, 2001 at 11:56 am · Filed under Rigamarole
Though it has the same general layout of the usual blog, I find this site (1) beautiful for some reason. This guy (2) has a unique writing voice. I can’t tell if he’s not a native speaker, or if it’s contrived. For some reason, I like it anyway. This girl (3) doesn’t need to impress anyone. . . I respect that.
August 15, 2001 at 11:56 am · Filed under Rigamarole
I have nothing to say. I double posted and I’m too dumb to delete this. So here I am, writing something new to replace it. I feel like a complete moron.
August 15, 2001 at 11:33 am · Filed under Rigamarole
Where I sit, the door 3 feet to my left opens directly out to my backyard. Just now, a squirril came hopping along with a walnut, happy with his find, trying to look for a place to bury his happy walnut. He took about 2 steps into my house, and I started at him… Making him drop his walnut and prance 2 feet back. When I was quiet again, he came back, took his walnut, and walked away, never looking back.
It’s like my ties with people. I’ve always wanted to come close to a squirril. There are times when I even slowly stalked up on one, trying to get as close as I could without the little thing running away. But then, when the little bugger came at it’s own free will, I scared it away. Just like I scare away people that love me, and try to entice those that stay away.
I found it amusing that he was brave enough to grab the walnut in the end. It got what it wanted, afterall. Once again, Patrick is right. I think too much.
August 14, 2001 at 9:04 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Yeah go there and sponsor him [tell him, so he can put you on]… They vote next monday, so yeah! Won’t hurt to just put him in your blog (AND PASS IT ON!) … TEe hee.. YAY. ^_^* It’s so cute.
August 14, 2001 at 2:31 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
This person linked me, but I can’t seem to locate their original page. ^_^*
Strange, too. I finally looked up “drunk naked girl pictures” on google.com. I’m on the front page. #8.
Scary to think who’s been coming to my site.
August 14, 2001 at 2:21 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Funny, how on the day I have absolutely nothing to do, I haven’t written at all. I suppose it’s because I have absolutely nothing to write about. The truth is, I’m tired. Really tired. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Maybe it’s my body, maybe it’s my mind. Or the two of them working in conjunction and making me super lathargic.
Lethargic. I haven’t used that word in ages. It makes me remember last year’s English class. Abulic. Bombastic. Yes. It’s been a while.
I got invited to a good-bye party today. How exciting… Yet scary at the same time. It makes the going-away seem so much faster. My best friend [seen below] is leaving for cal on Friday. I’m leaving for UCI in less than a month.
Ahh! The finality of it. I can’t stand it!
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