TheChickenNuggit's Journal 6/29/05 It's been busy the last four days. The first day, we woke up early and shoveled everything in my room out to the living room. There was a lot of dust and old candy wrappers and crumpled papers from sixth and seventh grade. Not to mention the shriveled up dusty bug bodies. My mom did most of the work, shoving most of my things into a Big Black Bag of Death while I sat in a corner, silent, watching my childhood thrown into the trash. Everything off the shelves, everything off the walls, everything off the floor, the bed collapsed into pieces and taken out, the heavy dresser lugged out. We stopped when the room was like an empty eggshell. I started to give the grimy carpet a light vacuum (just a light one because the carpet wasn't going to stay with us much longer anyway) but then the vacuum cleaner started whining so I changed the bag and started again but then a bunch of dust came billowing out the end. It was a mess. Then we went to Home Depot and picked out paint colors, ice blue and ivory, and bought brushes and also looked at hardwood floors. The day before yesterday we started painting my shelves. It was pink, and it took up a whole side of my room. I'd always hated that pink pinkness, I only went along with it when we painted it back in '96 because my mom and sister were both making a big deal about painting it pink. To make them happy, and compromise, I decided on the one shade of pink that I was okay with, and my dad got it at Fred Meyers. It was sort of a dark, deep, nice pink. But my mom said it was too dark, and she got another shade--exactly the shade that I hated, baby pink--and we painted the shelves that color. But this time, it was ivory. Except no. It was supposed to be ivory, it sure looked like a creamy beigish really nice color on the card, but the paint was just... white. Or at least ivoryish white. We started painting the shelves, and it was the exact same color as the white wall was right then. I was really disappointed. The pink kept showing up beneath the white, too. I had the ugliest picture in my head: a pink and blue room. Yuck. Yesterday, we opened the bluegrey paint. In my mind I was thinking that even if the ivory turned out to be white, and since the pink doesn't show up too much, it's going to be an iceblue and white room. It'll be nice. Then, I saw the iceblue paint. It was white. No, it was slightly bluish, I saw a little tint of blue in there, but other than that it was white. Pretty much the same as the "ivory". We did not paint. We went to Home Depot and bought a gallon of the same blue two shades darker. It was kind of grayish, a calm, mellow color I like to be around. So we wasted $28. But I felt better--I was finally going to have the perfect room! Yes! I wanted to paint that night, but I restrained myself, and ate pecan ice cream from the carton instead. Like I'd been doing almost every night this week. That pecan ice cream is delicious. This morning, we opened up the new paint can. And to our horror, we were tricked and ripped off yet again. This was not the pretty blue-gray we invisioned. This was.... some other blue. Sky blue! We started painting anyway. We just did one wall to see how it was. Then we looked at it. Naw, it wasn't sky blue. It was baby blue. Like the color you would paint a room when you're expecting a baby boy. Blue and white, the perfect baby room. BUT I'M NOT A BABY BOY. This was exactly the color I was trying to avoid. Sky blue, baby blue, pastel blue... they're so cliche! I wanted something quiet, cool, and reassuring. Not something... like potential testosterone. Waaaaaaaaaaaa >_<,, thechickennuggit 7/6/05 I'm at my sister's house right now. There are three other people living here. But, unlike the other two places she's lived, the bathroom is exellent. It's easy to turn on (and get) hot water from the shower, the stream of water is fine and steady, and although the shower curtain is a bit too dark for my taste, taking a shower there was a splendid experience. Especially after enduring a hot, hell-like, humid day and night. Yeah, and I also took about five naps yesterday. Partly because I woke up at 5:30 am and partly because it was so hot... at the pottery studio where my sister was "throwing"-(she was shaping clay into cups on the spinny thingy) I sat there and watched her, sometimes read my book, but it was so dang hot and I couldn't stop sweating and the air was so heavy and there was clay dust everywhere too... I put my head down and slept. Even though there were other people there. I'm leaving at 6:30 pm to drive to the Country Fair, which takes place in a clearing of a forest. It's like a Saturday market for the weekend. I get to camp there, and possibly spend my $25 on stuff. Although I hate spending money. Let's see what I can find. I went to my sister's Psychology class. It was a lecture, and I thought it was fun, although running there was no fun. We had to walk really fast and also run, because we were late. My sister walked way too fast for me, as she's always done ever since I learned to walk as a little toddler. So I just fell back, going at my own maximum walking speed. She walked up some steps, about fifteen feet ahead of me, and I decided to run up those steps. Then there were a couple more steps. Me, being hurried, which is never a good thing, stumbled on the top step right in front of the eyes of a bunch of other people... I would've fallen flat on my face if I hadn't done a weird twisty wobbly save. It felt like the ground was rocking under my feet, and I was floating, about to do a somersault. I must have looked really awkward. Embarassment and self-consciousness, thechickennuggit 7/16/05 Hooley crust, I haven't written in here for ten days. Well, I've been working on this for a few days. I figured out a way to put music on these pages. Not MIDI music. Reeeaaal music, the kind you hear on the radio. I made some music player thingies using Flash. I put this "flash movie" onto a page, and it'll display the name of the song, and Play/Pause/Restart buttons so you choose to play it. And you can pause it too. WOW it's so hi-tech. The only problem is, even though I compressed the music to 16kbps, kind of crappy, it's like 400 kb for each song... on this computer with dial-up, it'll take 2-3 minutes. Not too bad, I guess. But it will use up a lot of bandwidth, and I don't have a solution for that. When I move to the other site, I will probably get more bandwidth. I still need to ask about that. I'm also learning how to use Iframes. :3 I have to leave in an hour to go to Cheese's place. To spend the night. I must leave the computer now. The neighbor's dog is traumatized thechickennuggit 7/25/05 I've been pretty busy lately. My dad and I put in the wooden floor a few days ago. It's not quite finished. We have to put in the special thing that goes in the doorway, and we have to buy some baseboard stuff to cover up the ugly gap under the built-in desk/shelves. There are ants all over my room. Big carpenter ants. On the walls, on the shelves, on my pillow. I've been killing them indirectly by dropping them into a shampoo bottle, and having them drown in the soapy water at the bottom. There's a clump of dead ants in there. I don't know what to do with it. It's just sitting in a corner of my room... I wrote a thing about it, which I will put in a page that I'm working on. The page I'm working on, it's a collection of miscellaneous little babbles or thoughts or memories. Anditusuesaniframeomgosh. It's a pain in the neck though. Especially now. Because I don't feel very good. I woke up today at nine, or ten, and I started cleaning my room, listened to a new mixed CD I made last night, looked at some projects from last year, ate chips, ate cereal, ate cake. I kept cleaning my room. And then I was just tired, so I got into bed and next thing I know I've been sleeping for three hours, and it's six thirty. It's a horrible feeling. My brain was mush, I could barely do anything. I'd stand up, and it would feel like I'm floating. I felt senile. Now that I've had some apple sauce, and read some more of HP5, and... heck I don't even remember much else. I can't even type well right now. I keep fumbling over the keys. Well, I'm going to work on other sections of this site. As for the thing on heathenkitties, the site I might move to, I don't know if it's going to happen because I just managed to connect to the site, and it's really really confusing, and and and... well I might get the hang of it and start punching out the pages on tcn.heathenkitties, but I don't know. I just hope, if this happens, I hope I can get this done before school starts. I feel like I'm running out of time. This is the first summer that I actually feel like I'm taking advantage of summer vacation and enjoying it. And it's going to end in a month. The trial version of Flash, it ended. I can't use it anymore. Not even if I change the date on the computer. It's really hurting me. If I was to buy the software, it would cost $500. I don't have that kind of money. It SUCKS. Busy like an ant thechickennuggit HOME+++ABOUT ME+++JOURNAL+++DRAWINGS DREAM+++STORIES+++LINKS+++GEMSTONES
No song here. Sad.
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