I'm doing the Friday Five! I'm doing the Friday Five!
1. What was your first Halloween costume?
I remember being Scrooge McDuck for Halloween when I was in kindergarten. I can't really remember any costumes before that. I do remember that one year I was Pee Wee Herman, don't ask.
2. What was your best costume and why?
Although I never was one for Halloween, I love pretending to be one of the Ninja turtles. I heart Michelangelo!!!!
3. Did you ever play a trick on someone who didn't give you a treat?
No, I never played a trick on someone who didn't give me a treat. I simply killed them.
4. Do you have any Halloween traditions? (ie: Family pumpkin carving, special dinner before trick or treating, etc.)
Traditions??? In my family???? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
5. Share your favorite scary story...real or legend!
I always like the story about the girl who wore the ribbon around her neck. Her husband always wondered why she wore the ribbon, and when she was about to die, she said he could find out why. So, he untied the ribbon. . . . and. . . . her. . . .head. . . . .felloff!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Setting up the projector room is so much fun. . . . I am such a big help, haha.
I'm going to the symphony tonight. Michael chose it over the hockey game. I love how different he is. I wanted to take him to the art museum today, but the darn projector room has taken up most of the day.
Yesterday, when we went to go look at the naked statues, my dad drove around the round-a-bout several time. He then drove away from the statues, but came back and drove around them again. I think he likes to drive in circles around naked statues. Today he tried to go through airport security with an m&m mini tube full of quarters. So, when his bags went through the x-ray machine, there were two tubes of metal, six inches long. Airport security does not heart such things.
Oh well, I must go back to taking my break.
I just realized that I made two posts exactly twelve hours apart. . . . . weird. I think I'm going to have to lay down for a while and think about that.
Funny story:
All during the drive up to Nashville Michael kept pointing out this plant that was growing on everything. He'd point at it and say "sumac". He went on to tell me all about sumac, and how the only way to kill it was a hard freeze. Anyways, he kept saying "sumac!" the whole time. When I get to Nashville I told my dad about Michael's observations. He said he'd never seen sumac, but he had seen something called kudzu. The funny part is that Michael had been calling it the wrong name the whole time. For five hours I listened to "sumac". It's also funny because he realized after hearing the name kudzu, that he was wrong.
Giggles all around.
I'm in Nashville finally. The five hour car ride was pretty boring. I was tired which made the drive a little tougher. I almost sideswiped a lady, but I think she liked it. We, Michael and I, went out to eat with my dad, but first we drove to see the naked statues that the city paid for. I saw penises. Several penises. I must was my eyes out with acid now. My mind is no longer pure since I saw the penises.
Michael set up a wireless network at my parents house. Go him. It was not as hard as I thought it would be. Tomorrow he's hooking up the projector room. I think my mother would trade me for him and day of the week.
They got him a cake and presents for his birthday. I told them to get a cake but not the presents. They did that on their own. He was kind of upset that I asked them to get a cake. I don't see what the big deal is, I mean it's his birthday, he should have a cake. I'm not sorry for telling them to get a cake, but I didn't know it would make him feel the way he feels.
My dad got him a Lacoste sweatshirt. It's nice. He doesn't wear sweatshirts, so I foresee me stealing it. . . . a lot. My mother got him two shirts, a predators and a titans. He said he liked the presents. I feel somewhat bad because all I got him was a card.
I finally sat down and wrote the card this afternoon. It's definitely not my finest work. I don't think I expressed how I felt, but I'm glad I wrote it. I gave it to him before he left. He was surprised how much I wrote. He didn't say thank you but he smiled after reading it, and that's enough for me. It's not me to express myself so openly, but I'm glad I did it, and I doubt I'll do it again for a long time.
Oh yes, by the way
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!
I had a weird dream last night/early this morning. I dreamt that three cast members from the Real World and I were walking along a road in swamp country. There was snow everywhere. It was near Australia. One of the Real Worlders made a comment that when he arrived, he thought he was near Antartica. Another one of them said how stupid that was. The other one said that there were penguins in Antartica, but since we were in Australia, we wouldn't see any penguins. Right after they said all that a penguin slid by on the road and into the swamp. I started to freak out, because I didn't want to get attacked by the huge penguin. I was afraid it was going to tackle me and knock me over like a bowling pin. Luckily I woke up before the penguin had time to do any damage to me.
I wonder what me dream really means. . . . .
I'm going to Nashville today, and I haven't even begun to pack. I washed all my clothes yesterday so I'd have a cute selection to choose from. The dumb-@$$ roomies put my clothes from the washer into the dryer but they just threw them in there. If you don't know how that affects drying, I'll tell you. . . .It makes the whole process extremely long, especially if you have a large load (like I did). I left those clothes in there for at least a good two hours, checking every so often. I still ended up with damp clothes. It was kind of nice for them to put my laundry into the dryer, but I feel kind of weird that they touched/caressed/tried on/worshiped my clothes. They also have used some of my laundry detergent. I also found out they have eaten/tried to hatch one of my eggs. DON'T DENY EATING MY FOOD WHEN WE ALL KNOW YOU DO!
Side note, yesterday was a fantastic day. Two highlights I forgot to mention, I got a new blog skin/template and I ate a whole can of cinnamon rolls.
I'm off to pay my rent/electric bill/pack/shower/eat/sleep/take over the world.
I hate people who use their online journals for
1. Numerous amounts of quizzes
2. Song lyrics
Don't these people realize that readers don't care about how well the person can copy and paste. They are nosy and want to know about your life. Satisfy their curiosity. Make it so your stalker will obey the restraining order. Now he can read about what you're doing and won't have to come within 100 feet of you.
This isn't directed at anyone in particular, but you all know who you are. . . .
Today was a pretty good day.
I went to French class and wow-ed everyone with my translation ski-zils. I think I heard someone say "with those French ski-zils, she could be the president of France". I'm pretty sure that's what they said. The teacher handed out a Halloween card. It was kind of lame. Puns aren't funny in any language. They (the people of France) don't have Halloween. We read a French description of Halloween. It said that we (the people of the United States) sculpt heads that are frightening on pumpkins. They (the people of France) must think we (the people of the United States) are crazy. Anyways. . . . I like French way too much and need to hate learning a different language as much as everyone else.
I had the giggles for most of the morning. I think I had them for most of last night too. The giggles are meant to be had be anyone over the age of five. Or if you do have the giggles, only hang out with people who are under the age of five. People your own age tend to not understand/appreciate a good case of the giggles.
Like most people know, a case of the giggles doesn't last forever. Mine disappeared when I returned home and found out the whores, I mean apartment-mates had used all my spoons (I have know clue what they did with them. I had a lot, but now I have none. And by a lot I mean at least 50. It's only been a week or two). After searching the apartment for a spoon sculpture or something that required a large amount of spoons to produce, I had to eat my Jell-O pudding with a fork. This was truly the low point in my day.
I decided to do my laundry, since it's been several weeks since the last time I did it, but after washing the first load, I saw that someone, aka one of the slutty hos I live with, has decided to make the dryer her new dresser. That was about one this afternoon. It is now eight thirty, and they still have not been removed. I know I should remove them and sell them on ebay, but I don't want to touch their skanky clothes.
I sat around and read some French Harry Potter (see, I am a French nerd, or as I like to call myself, a 'French fry'. That doesn't really have any correlation to being a nerd, but I like the way it sounds. I think another case of the giggles is coming on!) Maury came on and it sounded like a lovely, Christian, fun for the whole family topic : "You slept with my sister and now I want you to take a test". I did not get to see the future Emmy award winning episode, but I did get to see the first guest. It was this lady who was wondering if her boyfriend was cheating. She had caught him bare-bottomed with another woman when she was eight months pregnant with their first kid, they have four. He also leaves the house with underwear on and returns without it. She also said he returns home with is genitals smelling weird. Is he cheating???? We'll find out after the break. . . . .
I failed to find out. I've had this desire to get a turtle since last Christmas and today I was fufilling that desire. I went out to my grandfather's to go look around in his creek. I hadn't done that since I was seven or eight. It was so much fun. I wish I had on some boots, getting wet and muddy isn't that much fun anymore. We (Michael and I) didn't find any turtles but we're going back as some future point in time. YIPPEE! That boy makes me so happy. The dogs came down to the creek with us. Poor Andy, he's still limping. I want to kidnap Rosie. Opie is kind of dumb, and liked to shake nasty creek water on us. There was also this other dog, it looked like a black lab, that was there. Her and Opie kept jumping in the water and shaking - not cool.
I came back had a tasty, cheap dinner and took a bath. All in all, a pretty good day. It's looking like it's going to be a pretty good night too. More Harry Potter!!!!!! JOY!!!!! I also need to write Michael's card, his birthday is tomorrow. I'm kind of nervous. I know what I want to say, but it's so scattered. It's going to be the hardest but most satisfying things I think I will have written so far. He almost read the notes I mad about what I wanted to say. I begged him not to, and I think he felt kind of hurt. I don't like keeping secrets, but I want to wait until tomorrow for him to see how I feel. Hopefully he won't read this before tomorrow, and if he does, he better act like he didn't. I love him so much. . . . . . . I know ya'll can't see, but I've got a huge smile on my face. It happens every time I think of him. It's a great feeling that I hope will last for a very long time.
Back to less mushy, more factual stuff. We (Michael and I) are going to Nashville tomorrow. Sister will then rende-vous with us on Saturday. I hope the trip will be fun. I just want to sit back and have a relaxing weekend.
Peace Out
I don't know how I feel about this. . . . .
Which "Saved By The Bell" Character Are You?
My roommates have used all my spoons. I hope they don't think I'm going to replace them.
I hate my vcr!!!! It didn't tape all of my show. Oh how I long for a TiVo. If you have some money, or would like to buy/steal one for me, feel free to.
Happy Note - Super Mario 3 came out for GameBoy Advance!!!! Now I want one more than ever.
