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May 23, 1999:

Yes, I'm finally updating. Now that I'm home for a while. I'm done with my sophomore year of college now. WOOHOO!!!! I have my drivers license, and a car to use! Life is good!!!! And never mind what I've been doing for the past month or so. I haven't been in my room much. Not even to sleep. I saw Star Wars Episode 1 tonight. It was good, but my mind is way too devious. I could have added so many sick and demented things to that movie. But such is life. Now I must find employment for the summer. And go cliff jumping on Sunday. WOOHOO for having a car!!! 

April 14, 1999:

I'm a complete klutz. Let me just tell you of my adventures of last night. I was going downstairs to go outside, because I wanted to drip wax on this art project I was doing, and I wanted to be a good girl instead of breaking the rules and burning the candles in my room. I was walking downstairs with our stuff, and I had decided not to put shoes on, and just wore my socks. I slipped on the tile stairs, the candle had a glass jar around it, which shattered and I landed on my elbow on the stairs. Me and my buddy Angela cleaned up the glass, then I went outside and burned the candles and dripped the wax. I started going back upstairs to my room and ONCE AGAIN I slipped on the stairs and this time didn't fall but jerked with KILLED my elbow, which had already been hurting. I decided then to take the elevator, since the stairs were possessed by evil demons. And I STILL can't bend my elbow right. I'm going to the doctor tomorrow. GRRRRRRRR. You know the little dinosaur thingy called Yoshi on Super Mario Brothers? I think that in reality...he's probably not the cute little dinosaur he seems. He's probably just a big slimy lizard. I don't like lizards. They stick their tongues out way too much. Small little lizards are fine. They don't have tongues. My newt doesn't have a tongue. He's cute. But when lizards stick out their tongues lots....they really bother me. I don't mind when people do it for no reason, 'cause then its all for good fun, but when they are doing it to smell or such, its icky. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. 

April 12, 1999:

Yes, I know, its been almost a month. Hey, I'm a busy girl. Besides, there hasn't been much cheery to talk about. And those of you who are in contact with me on a regular basis know everything already. I've continued on my journey through the realm of anti-depressants. I am now on Effexor. Its a new type anti-d, and it is supposed to give me more energy. It makes me HYPER!!!!! And its one that isn't supposed to have sexual side effects. WOOHOO!!! well, as if that does me a hell of alot of good, but oh well. I spent most of the night last night e-mailing my Shawn back and forth, because he was on a duty station where he had access to a computer, and he had to stay awake until 6am. I was going to go to bed around 2, but couldn't sleep so ended up not falling asleep until around 5 and then getting up before 8. My roomie came in the room a little before 8, saw me awake, and was VERY confused, and kind of amused, since in my morning delirium was laughing a lot at the e-mail. My delirium continued through my German class until I got home and went to sleep. I amused and/or frightened many many people in my delirium. 

March 17, 1999:

Ok, I have decided to archive my page finally. The archives are here. And yes, this is the second entry this week, but what can I say...I have so much more time now that I'm off of school for this week. Not much happening in the way of news though. I'm finally going to be getting my license. I have a test scheduled on May 21, which is the last day of finals at UWEC and I have a refresher course set up on April 3, which is over our April Break (UWEC's way of getting around saying Easter break). And from what my parental units say, they will look for a car to purchase for me to use so that I will even have something to drive. Which means no more waiting for Laura's mom to get back from work. And in other news, I am going insane. Yes, I know you all knew that already. As some of you well know, and some of you don't want to know, I'm obsessed/in love with Shawn, and I'm going nuts because its been well over two weeks since I have heard from him. This worries me. I had a disturbing dream this morning. I dreamt I was at school, and I was cleaning bathrooms, and then I married some guy as a joke, and then Shawn came, and I was sitting with him, then I fell asleep, and he somehow found out about the married guy and got all upset, and left and then I woke up, and I was asking where he went, and he had gone back, since he just had come home (from CALIFORNIA) for the weekend and it was all confusing and stuff, and I was sobbing "BUT I LOVE HIM" and we were putting on fishnets with glitter on our legs and going to go out and Charleston, so we had flapper dresses.....AARRGGHH! It was very disturbing, I tell you. 

March 13, 1999:

Yes, I am finally updating since I haven't for almost a month. But now I am home on spring break, so ha. And I think I need to do something with this page to make it smaller, because the editor is going psycho on me. Oh well. I went to see Carrie 2 with Laura last night. That was fun. Woohoo. Killing stupid people. I always like that. I'll be home for a week now. Bored. 

March 13, 1999:

Yes, I am finally updating since I haven't for almost a month. But now I am home on spring break, so ha. And I think I need to do something with this page to make it smaller, because the editor is going psycho on me. Oh well. I went to see Carrie 2 with Laura last night. That was fun. Woohoo. Killing stupid people. I always like that. I'll be home for a week now. Bored. 

February 16, 1999:

Wow, two updates in a week, feel lucky, my little chicky monkeys? You had better. A few months ago I was rambling on and on about this song about "Your momma's on crack rock"....well, I found proof of its existance, AND even found a site that has the mp3 for it, but unfortunately, I can't get through to the site. The song is by The Dogs and is called "Crack Rock" (big suprise there...) and is off of a penis-sterio-esque album called "Miami Bass." Yes, this means that Shawn doesn't share my taste in music. Oh well. It kinda frightens me when men do. I mean, what kind of man listens to angry chick music? Well, Ani's "Not angry anymore" and she sings very openly about sex, and relationships, without putting gender constraints on them most of the time, probably because she's bi, but that's one of the reason's she's so fucking awesome!!!!! Oh, and nobody bothered to call me. :pppppppppppp And all I got for Valentines day is a shirt and candy from my parents. Nice to know people love me. Yeah, yeah, I'm bitter. Well, it is 3:30am, and I have class in 2 and a half hours. I can't sleep. But I did get an awesome massage today. Deep tissue massage. Professional. For once in my life, my muscles in my back aren't tense. Woohoo. Ok, I think its time to stop rambling and get some sleep. Goodnight everybody. 

February 12, 1999:

Ok, Yes, I'm updating finally again! Well, I'm at home right now and of course I actually have time to dick around on the internet now that I'm home for the weekend, 'cause there's relatively little to do here. Not much exciting has happened anyways. Dissecting a fetal pig in bio....traumatizing for me. Didn't get into a single freaking dance for CDC. PISSY!!! And I got out of my sickbed to do the audition. I was so delirious when I did the first set of auditions. Heard from my Shawn on Monday. He got my package. The cake didn't make it. The phone conversation bothered me. He seemed very distant. And I can't even get an answer from him about it until Tuesday or later because he has to go out in the fucking field and do shit. So if any of you give a shit enough to call me when I am home, I might not be in a very chipper mood. But any of you that give a shit...I'm home...bored....call me.