entry 11 April 1, 2002 05:20 p.m.

Quote of the Day "I love men in super-hero masks."

Holy crap I need a life.  I need a boyfriend.  I need, I need, I need.  I hate being needy.  It makes me feel like a whore.  Worse yet, it makes me feel like I've joined the ranks of humanity classified as normal.  That's a thought to make one shudder in the deep sleep.

I also hate this over-whelming feeling of impending doom.  No, not the end of the world, but the end of my world in the very least.  I, of course, am referring to the great task of my correspondence courses, which I very well should have completed already.  But you know, teenager = lazy. ...Sweet.

I also have this great idea for a story, that's mulling around in my mind.  Yeah, it's pretty sweet.  Though thoroughly set in the "normal" world of reality.  Holy crap, I don't think I'll ever achieve the profession of "lousy science fiction/fantasy writer."  Maybe then I'll just have to settle for "overly great and cheesy romance writer."  Same thing if you think about it.  Oh, robots and unicorns, minors differences from the heaving bosoms and masculine, blowing hair in the wind.

w00t.  Rambling.  That's pretty sweet.  No what else has been pretty sweet?  I totally kicked ass on my presentation in English on Renaissance Art.  Oh yeah, baby.  I also found this really sweet site, run by the people of the Princeton Review that's helping me get all fun and organized for college.  Hey, I may be a sophomore, but that's not early enough for my paranoid mind.

I've also been having this wonderful fantasy of poking Luis in the back with a butter-knife through geometry for daring to shave his peach fuzz, and like, a girl other than me after I gave him a teddy bear.  A teddy bear for chrissake!  (The bastard).  However, my great buddy, and partner in the crime of loneliness, Curt, advises me to use a fish, spork, and a great many other creative things to torture the boy.  I thought of a dead parrot in the great feeling of Monty Python.  I love those chaps.

Chibigrrrl: what am I supposed to use to torture him then?
schizo02: think creative
schizo02: sporks
schizo02: coathangers
schizo02: coatracks
schizo02: fish
schizo02: cats
Chibigrrrl: dead parrot
schizo02: yes!!!!
schizo02: or you can drive him nuts
schizo02: follow him around and everytime he stops to mention it 
schizo02: sniff his shoulder

Chibigrrrl: LOL
schizo02: speak in the third person
Chibigrrrl: or act like he sold it to me
schizo02: call yourself peter pan
Chibigrrrl: I already do that actually
schizo02: and mumble about making peanut butter
Chibigrrrl: sweet

That was the random invasion of privacy for the day, and follows the topic discussed in the previous paragraph.  Dead parrot and all.  You can also tell the somewhat erratic style of conversation we employ to throw off the authorities and talk of our plans to hijack the Cadburry Bunny Egg factory in code.

I've also noticed that no matter how depressed, I can't shake this dirty optimism.  Bad, bad optimism.

Anyway, I'm rather sure this is enough of a rant to last me a while.  I'm not so sure I feel like exploring the darker part of my mind.  For, I'll let you in on a little secret- I'm still afraid of the dark.  And frankly, I'm not sure what's deep down either.  Oh yeah, I do, that masculine side and the inner child everyone keeps talking about.  But personally, I'm betting on a primordial black hole.

Word of the Day procrastination (prō krásti nàyt)

Quote of the Day  

"What are you going to give me is I find it?"

... minutes later.

"Bend down... bend down there.  Yes, right there.  Mmm, that one.  Yes, that's right.  No, not that one."

"The school library just got X-rated."

- The conversation of a librarian helping a student find and book, and the last bit as a comment by Adam while we were eavesdropping at lunch.

Why yes, Adam and I are very perverted, thanks for noticing.  And I've added a word of the day to the blogging experience.  Hopefully it'll help me beef up my SAT vocab, while adding some colorful and appropriate commentary with only one word.

Damn right you damn DJ, I love the Flying Tigers.  Silly, silly 107.5 X-treme radio DJ.  Silly, silly man.

Anyway, I suppose I felt in the rambling mood when I popped in the ugly, and colorful yellow zip disk, and opened this here html file.  But rest assured, I'm pretty sure I had something along the lines of a true topic in mind.  Now if I just sit here long enough with a blank look on my face, I might just remember it....

Holy crap Curt, don't yell at me.  It's okay, I forgive the poor chap.  He was just informed he had to have all sorts of thing ready for his UCF audition on Saturday, when he has none of it right now.

Which brings me to the word of the day: procrastination.  Many people don't understand just how very trying and hard procrastination can be for someone that actually has an academic conscience.  Much less an academic conscience that size of the Great Barrier Reef, like your truly's.  Procrastination constantly wears on the mind that there is something you should be doing, and the eventual fact that you will have to do it at one point, which is usually Sunday night, after six p.m. when you know you go to sleep at 7:30.  Yes, I am a dork.

And now for something completely different.

I've been having ideas of poking Luis once again:

curlio15: hey
Chibigrrrl: yo
Chibigrrrl: wazzup?
curlio15: not much
Chibigrrrl: ah
curlio15: trying to write essays
Chibigrrrl: I almost poked Luis with my compas today
Chibigrrrl: ah, for college or actual high school class?
curlio15: LOL on purpose?
curlio15: college 
Chibigrrrl: yes, but my student teacher was standing right there, and my opportunity was foiled once again

You can once again see our innate talent of following two or more subjects at the same time.  Of course, it's infinitely easier in a typed conversation than an actual oral one.

And actual, that ties once again into the college topic, and the eventual topic of procrastination.  Holy crap of a holy cow from India, I actually wrote something the flows like a Mobius strip.  I kick ass.

Next-time: Adam's stalker, my ever-present quest for college, and the pursuit of poking Luis.

entry 13 (Date lost)

Word of the Day procrastination (prō krásti nàyt)- because I have procrastinated to change it since the day before yesterday.

Quote of the Day  

"You won't break as many bones if you fall on my head!"

This brightens up my day incredibly:

Commonly known as SexGod!Draco, you are usually bisexual. You are horny as hell, and gorgeous as heaven, and you take advantage of both of these things to have sex with ten different people in one chapter of one fic. You are cheerful and very open about your lust. It is rare that a threatening Voldemort-type plotline will come into your story. And...did I say you were horny?
Find out which Draco you are.

*Smug giggling* Ahem.  I cannot tell you how very true this is.  You prob'ly didn't want to know that, but GOD it's funny like a cow on Prozac.

I also doubt anyone but online Harry potter fans and partakers in the fandom will know what the hell I'm talking about. HA!  How very funny.

In other news, Jamie has once again uttered the phrase that makes me shudder uncontrollably at the very thought OF ADAM AND I GETTING MARRIED. MONDO-EW!  That'd be like marrying your brother.  Well, Adam is Mormon....  And then she dared to imply that I would want children.  As if I haven't stated enough that I hate children with a passion very unholy.

I simply don't understand why people that always see best friends of the opposite sex automatically assume we like each other, or have extracurricular feelings for one another, etc.  I don't even find Adam attractive.  And believe, from what you read above, sex and attractiveness of someone is an important factor to me.

My mother and I have theorized it stems from our culture's preference of segregating the sexes during adolescence.  Therefore, seeing best friends of the opposite sex getting along better than either of us ever have with people of our own gender, they constantly think such.  I call it the Dawson's Creek Complex, or for the older ones When Harry Met Sally Complex.  Take your pick.

I've also gotten Adam hooked on the idea of attending UCDavis, which happens to be my first choice university.  Though, my mother did say that if we do attend the same college, he'll constantly be raiding my mini-fridge.  The bastard.

I've also come to realize, that my feelings for Luis had already began to wane by the time I found out about his feelings for another.  I'm a fickle girl, and I don't think he could have kept my wandering attentions for much longer.  It's simply the principle that he led me, and knew perfectly well he was doing it too.  The bastard.  I like saying that.

Hoy crap this is a short blog.  Oh well.

Next time  Er, something cleverly disguised as different even if it is not.

Word of the Day procrastination (prō krásti nàyt)- because I have procrastinated to change it since days before.

Quote of the Day  

"Dad, would you consider yourself a male lesbian?"

which "monty python and the holy grail" character are you?
this quiz was made by colleen

You know it!  "Aw naw, it's just a li'l bunnay!"

I've also come to the realization that I am a a quiz and livejournal whore.  Please don't ask for an explanation, but let me leave it at that.

I woudl also whore out my children for chocolate.  Except I'm nevering having children.  So I might have to settle for whoring out my best friend.  He agreed to it, just as long as he gets a share of the profits.  Adam's an equal opportunist you see, even if he is fairly heterosexual.  Even if I wish he would say he was homosexual so people would stop with the Dawson's Creek complex.  But he isn't, and I'm fairly sure whoever ends up being his wife will be an unfortunate soul indeed.

Holy crap that last paragraph jumped from more topics than a cheap whores jumps bones on a Saturday night. ...Was that even a sensible analogy?  I hope not.  I'm proud of me for that. 

"Congratulations! You are Snitch!Draco, by the wonderful Alex. You are hot, horny, strangely attracted to black, and only tamed by one man: Harry. Your impeccable taste and your acerbic wit make you the life of the party, and it's a good thing because you love to have fun, especially in bed. But you have a soft side that Harry brings out in you, that makes you a wonderful, loving partner, and a real catch. Oh yeah. You're also very, very gay.

Well, I'm not so sure about that last bit, considering I'm a female and hey! Harry's male, and last time I checked that made me hetero... and uh, yeah.

I've also come to the conclusion that I do not like birds.  Brids stink.  Primarily useless animals really.  Except for owls.  Owls are cool.  Owls kick ass. I randomly make owl sounds unconsciously actually. ...Sweet.

Next time  Some such shiznit.

Word of the Day lethargic - because after I get done uploading this muther I'm going to sleep.

Quote of the Day  

"That's just screaming: 'I need a dominant male figure in my life!' ."

So why are you running awaaaaaaaay....  I have that damn song stuck in my head by Hoobastank and I just realized I'm typing at a slant to my keyboard and am not fully positioned centrally in front of it.  That was a sentence of random thoughts thanks.  I also should rather be studying for my history test tomorrow on the Middles Ages and the Renaissance, but eh, whatever.

I hate it when you only have one person you ever really hang out with at lunch, and on the days they're not here, you have to go around in the lunch room (which you hardly ever dare to go into), and find someone to loiter around with.  Well thanks Adam, I care about you too.

Actually, it's not that much of a big deal.  I have friends, contrary to popular belief that I can hang out with.  Just most of them have second lunch.  But I make do.  Well, okay I do have a good round of friends in my lunch (first), but eh, I need something to complain about.

But it turns out I don't have much to talk about today.

Oh yeah, id I ever mention how much I love Tanya Huff's writing?  Mostly because I feel that if I ever took up the profession of sci-fi/fantasy writer, I'd write like her.  That subtle sarcasm, wit, and humor.  Plus she makes the most believable characters.  What author's works have you last read perfectly (well, with the understandable margin of error) can realistically depict a teenager?  Most writers give us waaaaaaay too much credit on the whole maturity thing.  Sure, we can be mature.  But do we choose to?  Not if we can help it.  Plus she got the whole dialect thing down pat, where she inserted "like" in the right places, like, every other sentence.  Perfect I tell you, prefect (while still maintaining the understandable margin of error).

My computer's class is also insanely easy and I'm about to go insane from boredom in that class.  Please, someone send me interesting websites that I'll actually be able to go to under the school district's filtering program.  I hate that program.  it is the gayest thing I have ever come across in my life as your run-of-the-mill life as a teenage internet-techno-junkie.

I also happen to intensely dislike my history teacher.  I hate new/student teachers.  They don't know how to teach.  That may seem a bit obvious, but don't throw them at us and automatically expect us to learn anything you sick bastards.  Sigh, I can't wait till college when I can find some teachers that actually care.

Or I'll just teach myself if I have to.  Anything's better than this shit.

Next time  More whining.

Word of the Day lethargic - because Daylight Savings Time's a bitch.

Quote of the Day  

Hell, I forgot what is was today.

"If it wasn't for date-rape, I'd never get laid."  "They locked him up, threw away the key.  Can't have any pity for men of his kind, and then he took it in the behind."  Or some shiznit like that.  That's a pretty funny song, just the way they put it all together and stuff.  And yeeeeeeeeeah.

Is it just me, or does like, half of Incubus' songs all sound the same.  Hey, I like the band an' all, the leader singers hot, and stuff, but they kinda need to get some new riffs and stuff.  Oh, and I don't understand a lot of their lyrics.  Maybe it would help if Brandon enunciated with a bit more enthusiasm.

Oh yeah, and that chick off the Real World: Chicago annoys me like a freshman.  Cara I think her name is.  The one that's never been without a boyfriend since she was thirteen and can't stop repeating that fact, blowing it totally out of proportion, and then crying because of some chemical imbalance, while managing to have a crush on a guy that's only interested in her as a friend, having a one-night stand with some dude that spells his name weird, flirting with her ex-boyfriend, and a guy waiting back home that had wanted to propose to her.  Whew.  If I was her, I'd be freaking exhausted.  I'm freaking exhausted typing that muther of a collection of words I call a complete thought.  

But anyway, she annoys for for that fact that she takes a lot of the problems in her life way to seriously.  Like my friend Angie.  Except I don't know if the chick on the show has a crisis every day like the aforementioned best friend.  Holy crap people, don't take everything in your life that seriously.  Life isn't meant to be taken seriously.  People blow things way out proportion and look for hidden meanings or plots where there are none.  Take things the way they are dammit.  I suppose that would be my biggest pet peeve.  People that can't keep their damn problems to themselves, and blow everything out of proportion.  Like any of us really care.  Not like we don't have enough problems in our life we feel we have to listen to you bitch about yours as well.

I guess that makes me a bit of a hypocrite, writing about things that irk me, and the over-all let downs of life in this pathetic excuse for a blog.  But hell, you can always click that "back" button if you like.  Then again, I don't have a crisis everyday.  Just things I ponder on and choose I should enlighten the world with.

What the hey-nay?  I'm like, a strict Draco+ Hermione shipper.  With the occassional Snape + Hermione.  *Looks around nervously*  Okay, all right, I admit it, I do think Harry and Hermione are cute together.  All right, I've read a fic or two of them as ships.  *Once again the nervous look* Dammit.  Yeah, I do like them together.  At least it was Ron + Hermione.  *Involuntary shudder*  That's just not a match-made in whatever, I don't care what J.K.  Rawling has in her mind.  I'm practically a human version of Hermione, and believe me, smart people like us (I'm speaking in plural with a fictitious character- a new odd level for me), don't date people like that.

In other quiz news...

...and which lesser Harry Potter character are you?

Sweet.

Next time  Even more whining.

Word of the Day marijuana (In honor of 4- 20)

Quote of the Day

"Just look at the bulge in my pants."

Chris Gifford is such a complete hottie.  Of course you wouldn't know who Chris Gifford is, because I have yet to ever mention him on this page, except for those that are of the astute and look to the left under the "Current" title.  Sigh, he's absolutely perfect.  And of course this doesn't help in the realm of teenage girl infatuation.  I mean, he's the number one ranked high school wrestler in Nevada, made varsity football team as a Freshman, and is ranked higher than me (ME for chrissake!).  It might have made it easier to resist the pull of someone not so overly endowed in the area of intelligence and humor.  Not purely the physical area I mean.  It's enough for a guy to be perfect looking (and believe me, he's freaking hot), but he has to be one of those goofy guys I always fall for.  The bastard.  I need to work on my romantical interest resistance factor.  Oh yeah, and fate seems to be pulling us together (though not as much as I would like).  Perhaps it's a sign?  I certainly hope not.  I'm not sure if I could manage being the girlfriend of someone so perfect.

On to other subject, my parents chose the absolute oddest day to get married.  today that is.  Not only is it the Unofficial National Pot-Smokers Day, it also is the anniversary of Columbine and Hitler's birthday.  Yeah, my parents have that whole planning thing down pat.

Oh yeah, I also hope to the dear sweet lord above, by some bitter twist of fate Chris Gifford doesn't happen to EVER come across this page, or any of my other infamous "works of art" across the web for the great fear he shall think me a big dork, and the obvious reason of seeing this entry and its beginning paragraph.  Good thing I don't often tell people about these things.

Though now that I think about it, I wouldn't so mind him looking at my soon-to-be new personal page.  I rather like that one since I've been renovating it.  Lena and Alexis happen to be a rather bit annoyed about the fact I haven't updated it in a while.  But oh well, Tegan works to no schedule but that of her own procrastination factor.

I also wrote some kick-ass poems yesterday.  My muse has once again become revitalized after its bout of typical teenage laziness.

Oh yeah, I like the smiley-faces above.  They're groovy.  Especially the butt-love one.

Next time the conspiracy of the Dawson's Creek Complex.

Word of the Day yarmulka

Quote of the Day

"It's like a bunch of little kindergarteners are molesting my leg."

Headlines

1 Curt called me a wench.  (The bitch).

2 I've promised Adam I would make him a yarmulka.  Not quite sure how to go about it, but I'll figure it out.

3 Adam and my future children will beat up Jamie and Thomas Gaft's (uncontrollable shudder) children any day.  Our spawn [of Satan] could so take them.  They're also sell all the honor students the answers to the tests.  Yes, we're already proud of them.

4 Gundy's (Mr. Gunderson, our principal) is in on the Dawson Creek Complex conspiracy by asking Adam and I if we had our tickets for prom.  First of all, we're not juniors, second of all, we're not together!

5 I'm really tired of people automatically assuming Adam and I like each other.

6 Enough that the next person that asks shall die a very horrible death.

7 With lots of blood, gurgling noises, a big pointy knife, and perhaps some cyanide.

8 Samurai Jack's a freaking cool cartoon.

9 I rather like this whole "headline" thing.  'Tis fun I should surmise.

10 Curt called me a wench again (sniff).  He really is a bitch.

11 I hate Mondays.

12 Chris Gifford- still a hottie.

13 Chris Gifford- still a dork.

14 But still a hottie.

15 Really really hot.

16 La sigh.

Next time more comments on Chris's over-all appeal (he's so hot).

Word of the Day yarmulka

Quote of the Day

"I hope the bastard chokes on his escargot."

If I knew anything about html, I might update this thing while in my computers class everyday. However, I do not, and I’m not exactly sure if the damn filtering service would let me access the geocities website in any case. 

Of course, I could then petition for the site to be reviewed, but then again, no, I think not. Because after all, that would be what makes sense now wouldn’t it? And I happen to be a firm believer in doing things that don’t make sense. Of course, I am now writing this from my computers class, as I am incredibly bored (as is the case everyday). For I seem to possess a quality that is alien to the members of this class- intelligence my dear friends, intelligence. 

But other than that, it’s time children, for HEADLINES! 

1 Supposed “Best Friend” ditched me for some French restaurant for French class (the bastard). I hope he chokes on his escargot. (Did I even spell that right?) 

2 Chris Gifford- of course he's still hot you little twit. 

3 Recurring motif of dreams coincides with my horoscope of the day. Have come to believe that some lesser deity or member of the lower class on angels have been stalking me my whole life. Not that I don’t appreciate it of course. However, besides myself, no one EVER makes an appearance in my dreams for more than one night, and definitely never not in a row of recurring dreams. However, Chris Gifford seems to be the exception. And then of course, my horoscope said something along the lines of “listen to what that little voice deep inside has been saying all along.” Thanks, kinda already knew that now didn’t we? But anyway, Chris Gifford is still pretty hot. 

4 Thank me for not going into detail about my very odd, and very illogical dreams as they are. They were rather nice dreams however.  Made me wake up feeling warm and squishy inside.

5 Felt really spiffy and important to be singled out as a future editor today in Publications. 

6 I got third place in the construction designs crap for geometry. The bastards that are my peers just don’t understand art when they see it. 

7 This just in: Am understood artist that shall die young, after a great many bouts with alcoholism, and many, many husbands (I am sucha whore? Wait, was that supposed to be a question?) and illustrious love affairs on this side. Then I shall leave behind a legacy of greatness only understood years after my tragic death by falling in the shower and impaling myself on a body-poof thing (Hey, it’s my death, let me dream it as I shall). 

And such, is the great headlines of the day. Not very much so far, but I shall add more after the day has progressed further. I think my teacher is starting to wonder about what I am typing. Actually, he never worries about me thankfully. It’s just a slight bit unnerving when he looks over your shoulder at what your typing. Thankfully, that never happens very often, as the other colorful characters of the class keep him occupied. 

Of course, it’s also unnerving when the people sitting next to you start staring at you, and watching what your doing on the screen. There used to be the Filipino exchange student that sat next to me, and he ALWAYS watched me. It freaked me out, and it was in the least a disgusting thought that he was contemplating stalking me. I think he had a crush on me Yeah, just what I need to know- that the ugly exchange student with the big head and girly voice are the only type of males (well, hardly classifiable as male, but you get the idea) that I am capable of attracting. Maybe I should just give up and become bisexual. Hey now, being bisexual just doubles your chances on getting laid Saturday night. 

Oh yeah, big news kids. For like, the first time in more than half a year, I have updated my personal site. I’ll post the link soon enough my dear audience, soon enough. 

Maybe I should find out how one can download AIM onto this stupid network, so I can harass my sister during the 47-minute period that is my computers class. 

Maybe I should ask the supposed hacker kid down the row from me. Supposedly he’s some great hacker, but I think he’s just looking for attention. He also likes to cuss about every other word, and make loud, rude comments with disbelief too much to be true. He also likes to correct people at all they do. Yeah, he’s a bastard. Like I said, he’s just looking for attention. Me? I’m just looking to get laid. (That’s right I said it dammit. It’s the truth. And you don’t like it because you’re secretly looking for the same thing. You bastard. Let me be original why doncha?) 

Amazing what I can manage to write in the short period of time. I guess that compliments of my 90 wam typing speed and, according to my computers teacher, intelligent mind set that I can form a complete thought (thought? What’s that?) i.e. sentence, faster than your average hooker. Not good for business though. I usually end up having a conversation while conducting my services. (I’m joking you freaking conservative extremists). 

Well, I think have written more than enough of my share for a journal today. But of course, I shall hopefully update my headlines. Unless of course, I validate earlier hypothesis that nothing interesting ever happens to me, because I have NO LIFE. 

Next time Whatever I find to occupy my time by babbling about during computers class. Might become a habit of mine when I can’t find anything else to do. I’ve just about exhausted the potential of the internet to occupy my time. Plus, I usually feel in a rather perky mood when writing these things.

April 24, 2002 5:19 PM

Reasons why a guy should date me:

1 I'm warm, big, and squishy.  I'm like an over-grown teddy bear, that can cuddle back appreciatively.

2 I smell good.  Really.

3 I'll ditch my best friend for you.  Really.

4 I'm intelligent.  Wait no, that might be a turn-off for some guys that have the brain size of a pea.

5 Uh, I'm cute?

6 I have the figure of a shorter Marilyn Monroe.  Hey, short people make the world go 'round according to my friend Kristin.

7 Because I need a boy-friend dammit.

Next time Some other shiznit.

Word of the Day dictator (As in, I want to run for Student Body Dictator)

Quote of the Day

"You want some noodles?"

I have a poster of Chris Gifford! Neener, neener neener!  Well okay, there was this wonderful picture of him in the newspaper for the National Wrestling Championships, and *la faint* it was wonderful.  All those rippling muscles....  Beautiful.

In other news, I almost killed myself trying to decide whether I should take Chem II AP next year or two periods of Publications, because the new schedule for next year has all these conflicts and I almost did have to make a terrible decision, but then Ms. Reed and Ms. Rose compromised.  That certainly was very nice of them.  (Don't I sound the ungrateful little git eh?  You know it).

HEADLINES

1 I like big books.  They keep me busy for at least longer than a week.

2 Chris Gifford- still hot.

3 Chris Gifford- action figure also comes complete with wrestling uniform; adoring fans sold separately.

4 Adam Walters- biggest dork on the planet.  (Oh wait, that's not a headline, but old news.  Never mind then.)

5 Got to burn crap yesterday after school to prepare for the Science Olympiad.  Actually, no, that's just a cover-up for the fact that I just wanted to burn stuff.

6 Watched Samurai Jack this morning.  Reminded myself just how freaking cool that cartoon is.

7 Will someone please tell me why teachers always decide the last quarter is time to pile all the major projects upon the lowly student? Like we need this crap all at one time, in all of our classes.

8 Had hallucinogenic half-asleep dreams for a nap today.  As I was telling Curt:

iniqua invidia just had the weirdest nap in ages
iniqua invidia full of half-asleep hallucinations and weird subconscious themes
schizo02 oh yeah!
iniqua invidia I even managed to include the devil for one reason or another
iniqua invidia pretty proud of that one
schizo02 ooooOOOOooooh
schizo02 always fun
iniqua invidia you know it
iniqua invidia I also had half-asleep hallucinations about not being able to talk, being unable to move my body, and my sister at my door telling me diner was ready and then asking me if I wanted any noodles
iniqua invidia oh yeah, and a hammock

Always have to have a hammock.

T.    spank me silly