30 July 2004

Score! Limbo!

The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

LevelScore
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very High
Level 2 (Lustful)Very Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous)Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)Low
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Very Low


Take the Dante's" Inferno Test

well, i think its cool...

hennyway. i havent blogged in a while, sorry about that. here's the things that have happened since, but not in order.

brett hanover and i sued new york city for itself because weve both been there and neither of us saw anyone throw up or pass out. therefore, we got jipped. brett wanted manhattan, all the little islands, and half the Brooklyn bridge. i, obviously, wanted Brooklyn and the ENTIRE Brooklyn bridge. so we compromised and i gave him the rights to putting the people on the bridge who tell about the history. yknow. thems.

i dreamed there was a couple, whom i didnt know, and there was a pool party and they were fighting, but then they made up because i told them to. and they went swimming. and everyone clapped. gooooo me!

drew, cody, dad, and i watched bubba ho-tep. if you havent seen that movie, i suggest you go and see it RIGHT NOW. its about elvis, who is in a rest home, and his black friend (jack?) who thinks hes kennedy. and a mummy, whos sucking old peoples souls out through their bums. elvis and kennedy proceed to devise a plan to destroy the mummy. exploits ensue.

hattie will be home THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW. *i see you shiver with antici---pation!*

we have left of summer the same amount of time as spring break. its all good.

last night i drew. me. draw. picture. drawing. how weird. picture of cetsy. rex's sister. you people who were at icecream and friends and newsies night all long time ago know what im talking about. i also filled out the newsied-up surveys for cetsy and rex. wow. i seriously love them to death. and am thoroughly enjoying claiming them as my own and developing them as i wish. cetsy is going in the shizophrenic fic no doubt. rex was already in one. they are just way too cool.

now that youre all confused...

what else? going to a semi-thing later: apparently that drumline movie is good. but thats from the mouth of a percussionist, and theyre kinda weird, so you never know. we'll find out. hopefully will be getting in some saints time too. w00tw00t. after semithing ill be coming home and READING UNTIL I DIE. or at least fall asleep, which should be at a fairly reasonable hour, as i got up before one today. w00tw00t again! and tomorrow ill have a heart attack and die waiting for hattie to get home. ill leave you with a quote again. here, let me think of one...

"Our love is God. Let's go get a slushie." --J.D., as played by Christian Slater in Heathers

22 July 2004

Crazy Dreaming. Hair and Newsies.

i need to blog all the crazy stuff i dreamt last night before i forget it. okay. they were all about hair except the third one.
 
first: whitney barbieri wanted a haircut. i told her id do it. THE END.
 
second: kathryn told me she had to shave her head for some school project. or a competition or something.  i was upset. then she wanted some crest whitestrips so we went to kroger but couldnt find any. i saw jonathan helm, my old friend jimmys big brother. we had a very generic conversation. THE END.
 
third: jack and blink were snowsledding (isnt that the only type of sledding?) in the woods outside the previous dream's kroger. they were snowsledding in a wagon. like, the kind you buy for little children, of which there are two in the shed in my backyard. however. there was no snow. it was just understood that they were snowsledding and having a merry time and all. people were running around in the tracks the wagon made. it didnt have any wheels. im impressed with their maddd skillz. they didnt hit a tree or anything. THE END.
 
fourth: hattie dyed her hair boring brown. and i cried. you would too, admit it. THE END.
 
okay. i hope i have the energy to write about the strike party. lemme splain. no, it is too much. lemme sum up. dunkan, mouse, amelia, morgan, eileen, me. we newsied ourselves. ripped up newspapers all over the bed. huge mess. watched legend. dunkan and mouse went home. watched newsies. it did, indeed, take four hours, as predicted. specs's name is mark. watched bandits. a BEAUTIFUL in-german movie about a band. they break out of jail and have exploits and things. ate ice cream. went to bed at fivish. eileen and amelia woke up WAY too early and left. morgan and i went back to sleep till three. she went home at five thirty-ish. thats all.
 
and a final note: ELMO WANTS TO BE A CHICKEN! ELMO WANTS TO BE A DUCK! CLUCK CLUCK CLUCK CLUCK!

19 July 2004

No Extreme Temperatures for You!

wow. theyve updated blogger. its pretty cool. its also 330ish and im awake. so much for fixing my sleeping pattern. ill be okay by the time school starts up again though.
 
about the title, my house does not believe in extreme temperatures aparently, as this summer so far the air conditioner has broken and been fixed, and the ice maker and the water heater are broken. you hear me? the water heater. i. need. a SHOWER. they fix it tomorrow. *looks at time* today i guess, technically. let them come soon.
 
eileen and i were last night discussing what boys think girls do at sleepovers. so we took what we were doing and added what we knew boys would be doing if they were having a sleepover. here follows the amusing result.
 
*Justin's house. Brian, Chris, Devin and Justin sit in circle, eating pizza on the floor.*
 
Brian: We should have a pillow fight, in the manner of little girls. Y'know Sara and Eileen are having a sleepover, I bet they're fighting in their panties right now. 
Justin: I think, generally, that's all girls do at sleepovers…pillow fights. (Justin moves uncomfortably as other guys give him "You're ignorant" looks.) 
Brian: You have no idea. 
Devin: Yeah, but I bet they're only pillow fighting now. It's still early. 
Chris: Wot kinda panties do ya think they're wearing? (laughs)
 
*Sara's House, Eileen and Sara sit on bed--Eileen writes and Sara reads a school book. They are both fully clothed.*
 
Sara: Have you ever had boiled cabbage? 
Eileen: Yes, it's quite good. 
Sara: y'remember that stuff we had in HuntHistory…did that have boiled cabbage in it? 
Eileen: Yeh, I think. That stuff was good. And therefore boiled cabbage. 
Sara: Your logic sucks man. 
Eileen: Yeah…. 
*Eileen proceeds writing and Sara proceeds reading.*
 
THE END (but not really)

 
yes. we ARE wonderful indeed. i have discovered color. what i was reading was count of monte cristo. the first summer reading book in AGES i havent hated. yay for me and my chapter 17 of 73. i, personally, think i am doing well reading it. what eileen was writing was a fic for me in the good notebook (ie the one from kathryn, hardcover and GORGEOUS, i love it). it is, by far, the saddest fic i have read to date. sadder even than the black river fic, sadder even than ~Alone~, a work of eileens in which i die. and no one dies. it is amazing. stupendous. i am lit up by it. and i only cried the first... three times i read it. and that pen elicits neatness.
 
for dinner it was lemon pepper chicken. in a word, weird. i am unused to strange chicken. i ate a little though, and salad and bread. why am i telling you this? you dont care. ill tell you about the fez party.
 
there was not a lot of fez actually, just watching of party monster. good flick, too many drugs though. morgan, eileen, and amelia went to bed relatively early in perspective, while lane, dunkan and i stayed up until 9AM. we did keanu reeves impressions for five hours because when youre that tired, everythings funny. lane does the best keanu reeves voice ive yet heard. "I am keanu dracula! ...wait. no... COUNT dracula." *dies laughing* you had to be there. then we invented pelvis rockets, which are very fun, but only if you are very comfortable in your sexuality and dont mind taking the risk of people rolling onto your face. we looked at pictures of beautiful people and lane insists i send her all of them. there are no good pictures of dutchy or slightly on the internet, and look, only one of them is a newsie. we ate popcorn with our toes. dunkan took home her hoodie and notebook but left her comb, gel, and chopstick. amelia left at 8, unable to sleep soundly and not feeling well, poor girl.
 
hattie was online today. you hear me? HATTIE. i am amazed. i am happy. i love hattie. we are dating. but not like that. you dike. i love that word, dike. dike. dike. i leave you with this:
 
COLLINS: angel dumott schunard will now model the latest fall fashions from Paris, while accompanying herself on the 10 gallon plastic pickle tub
ANGEL: and collins will recount his exploits as an anarchist, including the successful reprogramming of the MIT virtual reality equipment to self-destruct, as it broadcast the words: "ACTUAL REALITY--ACT UP--FIGHT AIDS!"


12 July 2004

Movie Survey Thingy.

  • Movie Survey Thingy

    gee, two posts in two days. amazing.-B
  • 11 July 2004

    My, But Wood's a Good Keeper

    harry potter is on the tv. and thats happy. but it doesnt make up for the fact that moore IMed me while i was away and said she was going to Oliver tonight and had an extra ticket if i wanted to come. by the time i was back online her cousin was all set to go. and thats sad. and snapes robe is on fire. GO HARRY GO! slytherin seeker is a total stupidface. hahah. potter ate the snitch. but they won. so its okay. i love seamus. hes excellent. feels more like a hufflepuff to me though...

    yesterday i was at kristens. we watched girl interrupted. that is a good film. ive seen lots of movies lately, including not in theatres. spiderman, saved!, etcetc. but also crybaby, the breakfast club, girl interrupted (like said)... you get the point. unfortunately, what i SHOULD be doing is reading count of monte cristo. and jane eyre.

    today i am at home. i want to clean my room. and i want to play RENT. and i want to do it very, VERY loudly. i want to fix my sleeping pattern so that i get up before one. maybe even before noon. i wanna buy expensive school supplies that ill never use. but i ESPECIALLY want all my friends to come home. yes. i definitely want that most. places where my friends are that is too too far away: mississippi, kentucky, whereverdukeis, ENGLAND, more kentucky, and colorado.

    BUGGER. okay. lets watch harry potter and be happy. and then play RENT. VERY LOUDLY. yes. thats what we'll do. (mark has got his work, they say mark lives for his work, and marks in love with his work. mark HIDES in his work.)

    THE END!

    06 July 2004

    1992 minus 1976? NOT fourteen.

    we've all been deceived for all this time. he was SIXTEEN, not fourteen... which means... waaaiiiit...

    he was 14 in ROBOCOP?!

    the cutest thing youve ever seen with a gun... is my age.

    this is the weirdest thing ever. someone please tell me who came up with 14 and why we all believed it. i dont understand. really i dont. whered did those two years go?

    the man is 28. and i didnt even throw him a birthday party in april. *hangs head* for shaaaame.