by V.E. on September 30th, 2002
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September 30, 2002:
All right, so I’m ending up taking my best guy friend (who ALWAYS seems to accompany me to dances) to the Royal Ball. I didn’t get called back, but two of my friends did (YAY!! for them… no, really), and that’s no big deal. For me, I mean. It’s no biggie that I didn’t get called back. I’m glad I tried out anyway. All right, so I’m kind of tired of taking my guy friend to like EVERY dance I want to go to, but he seemed excited about going, and it’s hard to turn him down, especially on his 18th birthday (which was last Wednesday), even though I’m the one who’s supposed to be doing the asking. And asking who I want, not necessarily just anyone who wants to go. Sigh. Oh well. I really wanted to take a close girlfriend… Not girlfriend (no matter how much I want her to be), but a friend who’s a girl. I don’t know if she’d have said yes, though, so I didn’t ask. My fear of rejection is so over-powering sometimes it’s crippling. Argh. And I really wanted to go with her, too. Sigh. Oh well. Onto some quizzes:
All right. OH YEA!!! I went to this college essay writing class on Saturday and stopped by the Colorguard afterwards to say hi to my homie :::GRIN:::, the Captain. Anyway, the coach wasn’t using his flag, so I picked it up and learned 36 counts of work in half an hour. My friend thought it was hilarious, the coach was annoyed because I’m not in Guard but I obviously should be, and the other freshman girls were all in shock and angry because they’d been working all morning to get those 36 counts. And suddenly here I enter, not in Colorguard at all, and learn THEIR work in half an hour. It was 3:30 PM-ish when I go there and they’d been there since 9 AM!!!! That’s 6 and a half hours, man. Eeeeevil. Evil to the core. I wanna be in Guard, though! I’m dying out here, without a flag or rifle to toss!!! WAAAAAH!!
September 21, 2002′s Random*Thoughts:
Okay, so I’m very tired and hot… I mean in TEMPERATURE, all you with sick minds. Anyways, I tried out for Rose Court this morning. I’m not going to tell you my number until I don’t get called back, so don’t ask. Besides, what if some Court Judge reads this? I’m disqualified, that’s what. Not good. On the way up to talk to the judges, I tripped (just my luck) and laughed the rest of the way to where I was supposed to stand. Well, at least they’ll remember me, ne? So it’s like this. About a thousand young (between 17 and 21) women try out on the first day (that’s today), and out of those thousand, 250 are called back for next Saturday. Of those girls, 75 are called back again for the following day (I don’t know when that is), and of those 75, 25 are called back the next week for finals. It’s from those 25 that the seven Rose Princesses are chosen. One week later, The Rose Queen is chosen from those seven. And waa laa! You have your Rose Queen Court within one month. So I’m thinking, “Well, I’d rather get rejected now than later, you know? The more someone gets called back, the more seriously they take NOT getting called back the next time.” Heh. Oh yea. SOO, on with a few quizzes.
Which Fruits Basket Character are you?
Take the Rurouni Kenshin Quiz by xceres.
Head Vampire
Find out what anime villan you are.
Yea, so I hope all you other poor girls who tried out had as much fun as I did. Heh. Grin. I’m good. I just wanna go to the Royal Ball. Anyone wanna go with me? I don’t know who to take, so I’m asking. Grin.
September 17, 2002:
Hey, this has to be short, but I’ve not updated and one of my friends has been bugging me lately, so here ya’ go. I’ve taken a few more quizzes (yay! Quizzes abound!), and I’m falling fast in love with the Irish. For the record, my girlfriend’s crazy, but beautiful, and I’m overloaded with schoolwork and stuff. I’ve got seven classes, am the president of two clubs (my school’s Gay-Straight Alliance and Aviation Club), and the youth Co-Chair of Gay-Straight Alliance Network for all of California. Damnit, that’s all of stuff. Okay, on with the quizzes for today. Enjoy.
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Okay, so that’s my installment for today, and I really do have a lot to write about, but I’m too tired and in the Wrong (yes, it’s supposed to be capitalized) state of mind, and I don’t have time. See you later, loves.
September 14, 2002:
Okay, so I found out why my friend wasn’t home last Saturday. From the time she talked to my other friend and the time we arrived at her house to visit, she got in a HUGE (so we think) fight with her parents and ran away from home. Her boyfriend has her stashed away somewhere at this very moment, a whole week later. Sheesh.
Okay, so you’re not really an instant messenger, but close enough.
IRC isn’t for those who can’t keep up with fast fingers.
Just thought I’d warn you.
The Scotsman
By Dr. Demento
Well a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair
and one could tell by how he walked that he’d drunk more than his share.
He fumbled ’round until he could no longer keep his feet
and he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.
Ring Ding Diddle-iddle Ai Dee Oh
Ring Dai Diddley Ai Oh
He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
About that time two young and lovely girls just happened by
one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
see yon sleeping Scotsman, so strong and handsome build
I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath the kilt
Ring Ding Diddle-iddle Ai Dee Oh
Ring Da Diddley Ai Oh!
I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath the kilt
They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman, quiet as could be
lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
and there behold for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt
was nothin’ more than God had graced him with upon his birth
Ring Ding Diddle-iddle Ai Dee Oh!
Ring Da Diddley, Ai Oh!
Was nothin’ more than God had graced him with upon his birth.
They marveled for a moment, then one said we must be gone
Let’s leave a present for our friend, before we move along
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow
Around the bonnie star the Scot’s kilt did lift and show
Ring Diong Diddle-iddle Ai Dee Oh!
Ring Dai Diddley Ai Oh!
Around the bonnie star the Scot’s kilt did lift and show.
Now the Scotsman woke to nature’s call
and stumbled towards the trees
behind the bush he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees,
and in a startled voice he says to what’s before his eyes,
Oh, Lad, I don’t know where you been, but I see you won first prize
Ring Ding Diddle-iddle Ai Dee Oh!
Ring Dai Diddley Ai Oh
Ah Lad, I don’t know where you been, but I see you won first prize!
September 7, 2002:
All right, I’m getting really annoyed. My brother bought this game called “Dungeon Siege” at the Office Depot near us by Microsoft (shudder) last Tuesday or so. It cost nearly sixty bucks, but when we get home we find out that we can’t even install it until today, because my dad made this stupid rule about no games during the week (don’t ask). So finally today comes and we try to install it, but NOO. It doesn’t even feel like doing that much. And every time I try to go to www.support.microsoft.com to find out what the hell is wrong with the silly thing, my entire browser freezes on me, causing me to lose everything in any browser that I have open. I hate Microsoft. I absolutely hate it. Bill Gates should die. They’re own SUPPORT site doesn’t work. They suck big time. Sheesh. I’m never buying another game from them ever. Do you hear that people, I’m repeating this for all of you who need to hear it twice. MICROSOFT SUCKS! I’m just stating the obvious here, though. Don’t get your panties in a twist.
Victims are tied into you and stretched inch by agonizing inch, until they are either rent limb from limb or they confess. Or hey, maybe both. Not as bad as some people, someone tells you what you want to hear you’ll feel better.
What torture would you be?
Okay, so in other news: I went to a candlelight vigil last night protesting change therapy with my girlfriend (Love you!). It was called “Love Embraces All” and at the end we sang “We Shall Overcome” which ? let me say ? is one of the coolest kick-ass songs ever written. She slept over last night and then this morning at 7 AM we parked ourselves on Sierra Madre en route to the Church of the Nazarene (or something, I don’t remember what it was called) with a group of about 30 other people. We all put signs on our cars saying things like “God does not HATE.” and “We love our GLBT* children just the way they are!” This morning that church held a “Love Won Out” thing by Focus on the Family that promotes change therapy on the religious grounds that 1) sexual identity is changeable, 2) homosexuality is a horrible sin, and 3) homosexuals can be “healed”. Let me tell you right now. CHANGE THERAPY IS A CROCK! It doesn’t work, and IT is the sin, not being gay. It’s not the gay people who need to change, it’s the evil attitudes of the people who think they can change others. (* gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender).
What kind of drunk are you?
What’s Your Inner Demon?
this quiz was made by Melissa
Later today, my best friend and I drove to the next town over (more than 30 minutes away) to see a mutual friend who we haven’t seen in nearly a year. My best friend, who drove, had called this morning around 10 AM to check with her and TALKED to her personally (remember that) to make sure it was okay that we drive out to her place at 4 PM or so. So, near 3:30, we hop into the car and start the drive down to where our friend lives. Okay, so we get there (it took us a little while to find it) and… she’s not home… why doesn’t this surprise me? So after calling her from outside her apartment four or five times, we decide to go out for ice cream and come back later to check to see if she’s home yet. We come back… and she’s still not home. Okay, so now it’s nearly 6 PM. That’s two hours we’ve been waiting. We decided to wait until 6:30 and if she wasn’t home by then, we’d drive home again. We call her again. And again. AND AGAIN. After a while, we decided to message bomb her (something we haven’t already been doing, of course) and I completely filled her message box with useless random messages, including one in which we both sang four verses of “Old McDonald”… Anyways, she never showed up. BIG surprise there, considering with whom we were dealing.
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