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I haven't updated in a while, and I figured everybody needs to know that I made several pounds of baked ziti. I mean, the recipe said 8 servings, but I am not sure what eight people they were referring to. Maybe eight sumos, or that Nathan's hot dog guy.
I have the place to myself and pings of tiny tiny ice hit the window. It is so blustery! I went out for ricotta cheese and green food coloring (for cake, not a special leprechaun pasta dish) and had to hold my hood down. Smarter people than I had umbrellas, and I almost went back for mine but I decided to just suck it up. Tomorrow is my anniversary, the third actually. If I went back in time and told myself the beginning of senior year that I would attend two proms, be living with someone at 20 in New York,live in Italy, and poop my pants in American Lit I would never have believed myself.
And I would say "Hey, I would never poop my pants!"
Future Me gives in, "Ok, I haven't even taken American Lit yet. But it'd be great -- everyday in class you'd be sweating, wondering when you'd poo yourself. In fact, you might have gotten so--"
"Alright!"
Dude, if you haven't heard it check out Obadiah Parker's acoustic Hey Ya on youtube.com It makes my day. OOoo! This 3 cello band called "Break of Reality" was playing in the subway and they rocked! They're on iTunes if anyone's interested. It's the kind of bad ass stuff I wish I could play when I was in a bad mood... but all I have stuck in my head is the Pirates of the Caribbean theme. budadum dadadum, dum dadadum...
So, lack of luck is forcing me go home and work. Same for Jae. Which sucks, because then I can't work on the lit mag. I could maybe video conference, but I feel that might seems to needy, or nerdy. But one month and then I'd be back for class May 14th! Oy.
I don't want to miss spring; the bulbs are coming in Central Park. And the birds are back. Running at home doesn't seem as fun.
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT IS FUN! HARRY POTTER THIS SUMMER!
"Is it strange that I said that without any prompting?" - Family Guy
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| Today's Special: Midterm Brain Scramble |
[19 Oct 2005|09:13pm] |
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Ah. AaaaaHHHH! Not so hard with the whisk! I have delicate brains!
The Midterm chef is quite heavy handed, if I do say...
So, my last one is tomorry -- the written italian exam. Not too bad. I literally made flashcards for four hours in Bobst library without realizing it. So, I took a dinner break needless to say. Am I crazy? How did I do that? I mean, flashcards? Oh, the crazy partying I'll tell my children about...
But I can tell them about the time I saw Heath Ledger and his girlfriend Michelle Williams on Broadway! It happened a few weeks ago on my way to class. I actually noticed her first, although I didn't recognize her. I was just thinking "Wow, she's a really really pregnant lady, and she's so pretty. Oh, she's holding hands with someone...he's really tall. Holy shit. Hole-y shit. That's Heath Ledger." I must have looked like a doofus, because I'm pretty sure I had my mouth open a foot wide. In fact, I was such a cod fish I didn't even stop them as they went by to get a handshake or autograph or something. Brilliant. But I saw Heath Ledger!
My training class has made my wee arms( and chest, glutes, quads, and shoulders...) sore. But I have a BICEP! This is amazing! When I flex, it actually looks likes I'm flexing. "Wonders of wonders, miracles of miracles" There are these three guys who are always at the gym on Tuesdays and Thursdays when I am, and then when I eat later I see them in Weinstein. The other day, they were sitting right behind me and I heard part of their conversation. I found it quite enlightening.
Raul: I think I'm going to get another burger
Mike: yeah, I might get two more, I'm trying to eat more protein from 6 to 8
Raul: oh yeah? cool Yeah I'm trying to do more combined triceps and deltoids on Wednesdays. It's really making a difference, my reps have gone up and I do 285... *continues as he walks away*
Allen: Hold up, I'm coming too. I want some cake.
Mike: You're getting cake?
Allen: Yeah, I saw some..
Mike: I don't eat cake anymore
Raul: Cake is bad for your pecs, yeah
Mike: I don't eat cake at all, I don't even know cake, what is cake? Cake? Who eats that shit anymore, I don't even know...
Okay I did go kinda Dane Cook on the last part. But such insight to the workings of the jock mind! Keep this in mind ladies as you explore the dating jungle.
But the best cafeteria quote of the week:
"Dude, she didn't even friend you on facebook, how are you going to sleep with her?!"
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| Ciao Bella! |
[19 Sep 2005|11:30am] |
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Ho paura di Firenze, ma oggi devo la mia applicazione per study abroad.
I'm scared of Florence, but today I gave my application for study abroad. Well, I'm not really scared. It just seems so final, even though I know it's rolling admissions and I might not even get a spot. It would be breathtaking and charming, I'm sure... but now... I can only think of missing my second anniversary with Jae and being separated for so long. I seriously doubt we'd break up or anything because of it, yet it would be terribly terribly hard. New York is five hours away, and I find that painful. Firenze e' molto lotano da qi'. E' ... God, I don't even want to know how far. Home and me, we're a good 200 some miles apart right now. Ack! And if I have to work all winter break, then leave, it's like I didn't have any time at home.
Despite all these worries, it still sounds wonderful. And I will probably take hundreds of photos. I find out if I'm going to 2 or 3 weeks.
"Oh God, I miss you my friend
oh so patiently..." -- O.A.R. It's about the death of a friend, but right now it's about you guys :)
p.s. Shawna, OAR does a Sunday Bloody Sunday cover and it's pretty damn good.
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| My New AIM |
[11 Sep 2005|08:47pm] |
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So, I'm stupid. Yes, I realize, nothing new there.
Well, I forgot my AIM password to prettyfinz, because I stopped using AIM due to a creepy guy... So they sent my password to a dead hotmail account. Fantastic. I tried to revive it but it had been killed, permanently. So, I was forced to create a new AIM name : prettyfinz17. I guess I should like it more because my anniversary is in it, but I miss just prettyfinz! It was so perfect! *sigh* owell, a small loss really. But now you all have to change my buddy name -- sorry.
School is okay, miss Jaenaenae and our gerbils Gene and Marc and the dogs and Harry Potter parties. :(
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| Still Home Alone |
[29 Aug 2005|07:11pm] |
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Hello all
I hope everyone is happy at schools and has sane professors. It sounds like everyone's dandy -- but nobody called me before they left. I am very offended! Not really...
I'm going to get kicked off the library comp in a fwe minutes. So, right now I guess I just don't want to go to school. My mom is being a nazi and wants to leave Weds. which is retarded because I don't want to spend a whole week by myself in NYC. I would much rather be home with Jae. Honestly, I am not going to miss her and I wish she would just drop me off Saturday. She wants to sleep in my dorm and stay with me! I'm like, you stayed at work until 1 in the morning some days and complained that you didn't see me all summer? Don't try to make up for it now -- drop me off and go home. If I didn't have to move all my stuff I would take the bus. Grrrrr. And she doesn't want my dad to come b/c frickin' Bobby can't be trusted by himself.
My new roomie Lauren sounds nice but worried about going through a whole new year without any close friends. But good news! I about $200 less for books! woot! Well, gtg. Sprinkles for everyone *health and good luck* !
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| Rachel's quiz-o |
[05 May 2005|10:05pm] |
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haha, this is actually true -- a cat-fetish weirdo who likes rock. oh... the bizarreness of my life
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| If I had a gun... |
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I would point it at the people who let their DOG go POOP on the frickin' SIDEWALK and then LEAVE the POOP there
Take off the saftey everytime I hear Verena's HIGH-PITCHED, HAMSTER IN A BLENDER, disgusting LAUGH
Run with it in a holster, makin' my exercise BADASS
Casually show it CREEPS who saw SHIT like "You wanna suck my dick"
But I don't like guns and will never own one. You know, my anger is gone now.
guesswhatguesswhat! I ran all the way to Chelsea Piers today!! *beams proudly* I had to start out from West 4th St and Sixth Avenue, and went all the way to 20th and 11 Avenue! I can't stop !!!-ing (!) (sorry) (I mean, sorry!)
Sold two textbooks on Half.com today -- also exciting, I made $32.95, which makes me happy... until I realize that's 10% of the amount I have spent on text books. *sigh* why can't college be free? :(
Okay, does anyone else share my guilty pleasures? I secretly like Tom Jones (I killed Jae's hearing last night with my rendition of "She's A Lady" - very similar to a chihuahua with bronchitis) and still play dress up. But not like, Halloween dress up...when I get bored I try on a skirt or something that I can't wear until summer, put on high heels... No? Just me? Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I got a Facebook LOVELETTER! ahaha! can you believe it? From a kid named Joe I've never even met -- weird huh? I am assuming that he overlooked that fact that it says "In a Relationship" on my profile. I thought I should respond, but Jae said if I told him that I had a boyfriend and this information was on my "fascinating profile" (????!!!) who would just feel even worse. But, on the flip side, if I don't respond I feel like a bitch. Poor kid. Oh dear...
Good Luck to all with Midterms!!!
Enjoy Spring Break! (When is everyone home?)
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Par-tah! YEEEE-aah! It's friday night in NYC and I... I am in my dorm room updating my LJ. The only odd part about this, sadly, is the LJ part. Ha.
Life is good. Right now, I'm in a writing mood. I did some good work this week in my journal, wrote a Valentine's poem for Jae, edited my essay, etc. and now LJ. I can't wait until next week! Jae is coming up to do his audtion for Emerson College in Boston. However, we have to be at the Crowne Plaza in Tinmes Square at 8:00 am. Erk. And I have to ensure we don't get lost b/c I'm the one that lives here. AH! I mean, I know how to get there, you know which lines to take, etc., but just so worried I go going to screw up Jae for his first choice school. Somehow. I am not sure how and when, but I have this bad feeling that I am going to end up in the Bronx with Jae trying to decide between leaving me with a gang or crying. *sigh* But we'll be fine. Oy. So jealous of that kid, Mr. I'm Going To Be An Actor (because I'm perfect like that). But it's right for him, and he's wonderful at it. He did his Hamlet solilo--whatnot for Sharett today and was asked back for a repeat performance for another class. gah! I'm so proud! I'm so proud, I feel like getting a minivan and putting CHS stickers all over it. And taking copious amounts of pictures, embarrassing pictures, too. (but not really)
This is my first Valentine's Day I can celebrate with someone. I just realized that today. Strange, it's gratifying, but I don't really care. It's just another with Jae. "Everyday is Valentine's Day.." My Funny Valentine
I hope everyone is doing well and staying warm. 'Twas wwerrry blustery here today. I am currently wearing long underwear. They aer very high waisted and white. Ultra-sexy, I'm telling you. I was wearing them when Jae was here because we were out doing a lot of walking. Cold air goes right through jeans, you know? I bent over to get something out of my purse, and roughly 4 inches of white poofy fabric and a big elastic band stuck out. An extremely horrified Jae asked "What are you wearing?!?! Are those GRANNY PANTIES?!" Oh, boys, they are so funny. So funny, they get the sleeping bag. Actaully, I have a single now. Verena, the heinous #$%@$ moved in with Alix. April dropped out, her bulimia, OCD, and who knows what else was just too much. It was really sad. Altough, she never toke control. She went through life with no goals, or really false ones (I'm going to be a ballerina again). So, when Jae visits he can put his stuff in the other dresser, take the other bed, and basically move in for a few days. It's like pretending to have an apartment. *sigh*
And on that happy note, I bid you goodnight.
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| On Squirrels and Freezing |
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I feed the squirrels today. Actually, they were the first I'd seen out since returning to the city. Well, that is with the exception of one squirrel. I only noticed him because I heard branches crunching above me. Lo and behold, there's a wee rodent up there trying to cross from one tree to another over the path. I really hoped he wouldn't fall onto the pavement. I had a a flash of me trying to catch a squealing rodent and diving like a baseball player for a fly ball. I would be known on campus as the "Squirrel Girl" or the "Rodent Rescuer," and the squirrel would recuperate from his fall clandestinely in the room. But he did not fall, despite the frozen danger of thin, brittle branches. And the newpaper has not interviewed for my story. And no one on campus knows my name.
I saw two on my way into Hayden from class, so instead of just going to the cafeteria to eat. I went up and dropped off my enormous bookbag and grabbed the ol' peanut bag. I made squirrel noises. Yes, I made faux-rodent sounds in public, surrounded by people. I do it all the time. They came running. They were so cute, and very desperate. I could see bare patches where they had dug straight down to the frozen ground -- with no luck. There was no doubt they appreciated free food. Free food that was not coverd by half a foot of frozen dirt...in a place they couldn't quite remember. Then I went to trees around me, feeding and tsch-tsching. One bounded over the snow, and his paws were so cold when they snatched the peanut! I wondered what it would be like to be so light, one could walk on top of snow. Sort of like a colder Jesus thing. I wonder if people would have been as amazed if He had walked on top of the snow -- no footprints, no dents. It was fun to see them scurrying around in their now very apparent highways of tree. Without leaves, I could easily see them run up into holes in the trees or perch and munch.
When I took a nap today...okay, fell alseep while reading Agamemmnon...I dreamed I gave Jae a pet squirrel. Then I found it later that day with it's head stuck inside something. It wasn't moving.
"Jae! You killed your squirrel! You did even have it a day!!" I was so upset
Then "SQUEAK!" I quickly pulled his head a little and he wriggled out. The squirrel scampered out of sight in a few seconds.
"Jae, you can't leave chicken wire on your floor! He'll get stuck again!"
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| She Writes! |
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Hey everyone! gah, can you believe this? I haven't written in soooooooooooooo long. Owell.
NYU is absolutely fabulous. There are so many awesome places to eat and shop. I am becoming addicted to this thrift store on McDougal St., with is really still Washington Square West but it changes names. My purchases thus far:
One silver brooch and earring set leaf design $15
One aqua cashmere(!!!) J. Crew sweater $6
One pink silky Peter Pan collar
and short puff sleeved blouse $1
Can you believe it?! I went crazy because I couldn't believe my luck. Seriously, if you look long enough, you find all sorts of awesome stuff. I found this copper silk evening dress with a 30's open back for fifteen bucks that I ADORE but have decided that I must not waste anymore money because I feel an addiction coming on. However, a little two dollar skirt or buck shirt won't kill me. I'm going to watch my expenses very closely b/c I know people have gone buck wild and flunked out broke. I'm currently very proud of myself because I'm able to get myself around and even direct others!
Here's the lowdown. I'm in a quad, so I have a roommate and two other suitemates. We share a bathroom and this little kitchnette area. Verena is my roommate and she's pretty cool. Alix and April are our suitemates. Verena has sophmore standing, she tested out of everything! I'm astounded and a lil jealous because she got lots of pain in the butt stuff out of the way. However, I don't know what I want to major in yet. Personally, I think that's healthy because we're still young and naive and undereducated. She's more on the quiet side, with a love of BSB, NSYNC, and Enrique Iglesias (Yikes!!)But she also likes Maroon 5, Coldplay and No Doubt and speaks German, French, and Spanish. Verena is a German citizen and has been here for 6 years. 1220 is like the Kraut Haus! Alix also speaks German and has a German background. Get this : Becker, Prescher, Mager, and Krueger. You can't get much better than that. April and I have more the same music taste and demeanor. April is all about the Ramones and The Clash, funky clothes and ballet. She graduated a year before us and took a year to try professional ballet. Kooky, huh? Alix was the salutatorian of her school, but we found out accidentally by looking at her photo album. She's also quiet and modest, very sweet.
All the guys here are hot, let's just clarify. And such sweeties too! Like have just met you in the elevator and will invite you up to their room so you can borrow their screwdriver. I was expecting a lot of rich, arrogant pretty boys but they're so cool. Plus, they're here so there's the smart factor. GAH! I AM SURROUNDED BY PERFECTION! and creepy guys in the park who talk to themselves. It all works out...
Speaking of which, the animals are Washington Sq Park are very tame. I had squirrels eating out of my hand (and then scratching my toes for more!!). I literally had a flock of pigeons and sparrows that numbered around fourty when I fed them some croissants I had totally Nagasakied in the microwave. I can see the Empire State Building from my window. There's a shop definitely for strippers two blocks from here and Anti-Bush protestors swarming the park. There are drag queens and gays, posh business women and bicyclists, and little old me. New York, New York it IS a wonderful town! ...and for my next trick, laundry!
Next entry, my floormates, Mary Kate and Ashley siteings, Rocky Horror Picture Show, and drunk boys from Jersey
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| Depressing...Oui, mon cher, oui |
[16 Feb 2004|11:00pm] |
"Fly, punk ass, fly" Dynamite Hack
I've been avoiding work. Eeek. One more thing, then I'll work. Yeah, so this other subschool aide 7th -- nice kid, but I don't know his name. I'll have to work on that. Anyway, we were talking about relationships. I said I had one real boyfriend, which is true. Back in the day, lol. Freshman year. wHAT A CRAZY BLAST. He was like "And?"
"That's it besides like little flirting stuff"
"Nah-uh. No way"
"Um, yeah. Kinda sucks."
"Why?"
"Things just never work" out..."
"Yeah, well, I had just one freshman year, too..."
"Oh?"
"It lasted for three years, so..."
"Oh, well then!"
He then told me to stop reading because I was smart enough already. I was reading the Ladies Home Jounral. If anything, I was getting stupider. I stopped though, because it was stupid. Just something to do. But um, yeah, I wish I could have a faithful lil guy buddy who sorta kinda finds me attractive. Be nice. So, besides like totally getting it on at NYLC (dude, smart guys like me, I think that's my problem. No wonder I haven't met anyoen at CHS)and random escapades like Tommy (eww eww), nada. Nyet. Kinda sad, even for a crazy girl.
But there are only a few on my mind right now. Okay I lied one. If were only counting real people. Seriously, there are so many literary characters I would bang in a second. Granted this is easy to say because okay, no I won't lie to myself. I would totally dash my morals on a rock somewhere. George Weasley, what a cutie. Richard Rahl, Loyd with one L, Jax, Michael Vaughn (there's an Alias book! He's a literary character!), Gilbert from Anne of Green Gables (awwww), just about any vampire from the Amelia Atwater-Rhodes books, Rob Wilco of Get Fuzzy, and Michaelangelo. Just because he was sexy sexy man. With his broken Italian nose, and his marble dust all over him, all tan and muscular. Botticelli too. He was a blonde you know. Oh, oh, Lorenzo and/or Juliano Medici. So hot. Not only did they rule Florence, but oh so attractive.
Yeah, if you couldn't tell I'm in one of those moods.
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| YOW-za |
[05 Dec 2003|06:08pm] |
Why YOW-za? I really have no idea.
Your Thursday horoscope, Colette!
A new creative project effortlessly rolls out from within. You might not appreciate the effort that some people put into their art when it happens so naturally for you. An obstacle will soon change your perception.
Hmmmm. I don't remember having a new project, although I have many. This is true though... I think especially with writing, I can be that way.
Okay, catchiest song EVER written. Foreigner's "Hot Blooded." Has been stuck in my head for going on three weeks now. NO! Longer! Because I heard it coming back from rugby practice at Oakton once and that started it. DANG, THIS MUST BE SOME KIND OF RECORD. oops, I care too little to fix it. Aren't I a peach? lol.
Definitely a "sex it up!" song. "Tell me, are you hot mama? You sure look that way to me. Are you old enough? Will you be ready when I call your bluff? cause I'm hot blooded! hot blooded! check and see! got a fever of a hundred and three. cmon baby do you do more than dance? No its up to you, can we make a secret roundevous Before we do you'll have to get rid of you-know-who...I'm so hot for you child. You're makin' me high, you're a little bit of sky. You're making me sing, you sweet little thing..."
Oh, man gotta love it. I am on such a retro kick. Old school rock has been my genre of choice recently. Even downloaded some Journey. :0 wait, I meant ;) ha, I need to get in touch with my inner smiley.
I have this urge to talk, instead of write my story. Alright, to make a long story short, Drove at the theight of a snow storm to VMI and didn't get in until four in the morning, met a female sumo wrestler named Angel, who likes to tease prostitutes with her boyfriend, decided I never want to stay in Lexington for longer than ten minutes OH EYE OF TIGER! YES! sorry my kazaa, kinda, well, uh, back to your business... CAUSE ITS THE EYE OF TIGER ITS THE THRILL OF THE FIGHT! okay, I'm done... Drove home and stopped off at Mary Baldwin College which was surprisingly nice, the gals there are pretty cool, and trying to start a rugby team, who'd of thunk a girls school could be so nice, applying there as safety I think, (I feel like Holden Caulfield, with all of my randomness and commas...) and now Dad and I are home, having successfully bonded in a 87 Volvo. I mean, really. It was fun, and he knew stuff like ZZ Top's guitar type and the album name and was giving me history of the British blues bands (Like Fog Hat) and how they copied the Americans, then we copied them back, and we listened to 94.7 The Arrow until it grew fuzzy. Parents hold back on so much -- I swear they do. He is on my bed behind me. Snoring. Loudly. As in, I can still here him with my headphones on. You go, Fog Hat, you go have your Magic Carpet Ride.
"Close your eyes girl, look inside girl, let the sound take you away!" best line? "I looked around, and camels were all I could find"
So, got lots of fabric on sale Thanksgiving weekend. We got a Quinceinera pattern -- Buttericks were just one dollar!-- so my princess costume is kinda Disney Cinderella-ish because it has poofy sleeves and its blue. Huzzah for tulle! *la la la la laaaa la!* *Ballerina pose* I am so excited about it. Oh, its so cute! Which is not a adjective I use often, so you know I must be moved. It's going to be awesome. I feel the same love for my part I do with the Mad Plumber -- they were just so enjoyable. My Bob the Porcupine is a kid named Jared. He's a freshman with this curly afro and skater shoes.
Princess Perfect: "But you're a Porcupine!"
Bob: "Well, yes."
Princess Perfect: "Mommy! Daddy! I'm married to a PORCUPINE!!!"
King Schmoe: "Well, dear, yes you are..."
These arranged marriages never work out.
*side note: greatest oldies rock song to make you believe in love, feel loved, and yearn for Mr. Right all while rockin out? Journey's "Someday Love Will Find You" Ironic, perhaps...
*hint: dl it! ...that way, I can talk about it to someone, cause no one else does...
Trivia of the Day: Who framed Rodger Rabbit?
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[25 Oct 2003|11:44pm] |
Your spirit is an Orca. You are graceful but predatory
hurray for HWALS!
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[21 Oct 2003|10:19pm] |
Men. As Dave says, Coach Dave that is, not David, "high school boys." I need one of those whips monks use. Stop being all lovey dovey. Stop being so freakin' desperate. Stop TALKING TO YOURSELF YOU FREAK OF NATURE.
TomBrady19: lol
TomBrady19: umm u got a crush on him to
prettyfinz: lol
prettyfinz: I don't know
prettyfinz: lately I've been really desparate and I'm scaring myself
prettyfinz: since when do I need a guy?
prettyfinz: but yeah, I think he's mad sexy
TomBrady19: why are u telling me this
TomBrady19: i dont want this useless info
prettyfinz: hey well you know what
prettyfinz: I really don't need to know everytime you have to go pee either
prettyfinz: so suck it up
TomBrady19: just ask him out and be done with it
men.
grrrrr. Save it for the Furies, Colette. Use that anger. Make big tackles. Rinse and repeat...
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| Rugby News |
[11 Oct 2003|04:00pm] |
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Well, The US is hosting the World Sevens Cup and the Penn. Pumpkinfest is TOMORROW GAH! I was supposed to go today, but had SATs, I wonder how our lady Pirhanas did. I fel asleep during the SAT and dreamed that I ran into Rookie in the hallway, and I looked really cool in front of her students because I know her as Rookie, not the PE and Health teacher. She is also missing it because her school told her she had SAT duty. At least, I think it was Rookie. 98% sure.
Also in the rubgy world:
Brothels heat up for World Cup
Thu Oct 2, 7:12 AM ET
By Paul Tait
SYDNEY (Reuters) - Brothels across Australia are
packing down for an anticipated bumper trade during
the six-week Rugby World Cup, which tourism officials
estimate will attract at least 40,000 overseas
visitors, many of them well-heeled fans with plenty of
money to spend.
Rugby's showcase event kicks off on October 10 and the
sex industry is determined to be ready from the first
ruck to the final maul on November 22.
One inner Sydney brothel kicked off its World Cup
campaign with a party on Thursday night and also plans
to target arriving players and fans with girls bearing
"Fancy a Ruck?" placards.
"They're interested in looking for business as much as
anyone else in the business community. They try and be
competitive," Robbie Swan, spokesman for sex industry
lobby group the Eros Association, said.
According to Swan, Australia's sex industry learned at
a 1994 World Council of Churches meeting in Canberra,
Australia's unofficial sex industry capital, that
major events could mean big business for brothels.
"Many of them came from countries where prostitution
was highly illegal, so for the first time in their
lives it was like seeing a lolly shop where lollies
were legal. You had to go in and buy one even if you
didn't like them," Swan told Reuters.
"That news spread around the industry, that they could
actually do well at major events," he said.
Swan said Australian brothels had since become "quite
savvy" at spotting and catering for the specific
requests of different cultural and socio-economic
groups.
Demand for domination services could be expected to be
high among wealthy, public school-educated British
fans, he said.
"Maybe there's a legion of people who will follow the
team who are not yobbos, they're not soccer hooligans
or rugby league fans but they're from the upper
classes in England. We know that they like spanking,
for example," Swan said.
"Some high flyers, VIPs can spend a lot of money in a
brothel, it's not unheard of that they can spend a few
grand in a night if they get what they want," he
added.
It's not only working girls who can expect to be busy
during the World Cup.
"I tend to think that the gay brothels will do pretty
well out of this as well," Swan said.
Irrationality is the square root of all evil
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| Smee! |
[03 Oct 2003|05:32pm] |
Ah, just rereading Promethea. We had to say what tattoo we would get if we had to get a tattoo in drama today. I said my libra sign on my back, but then decided to change my mind. I wanna be exotic and Egyption and Greek and a "Yank" all at once too! I've decided that if I am to procreate...and I won't because nine months is way too long. Heck, mice do it like two weeks. That's what I'm talkin' about. Granted, they are smaller than humans but whatever. I'm sure we could work it out. So, back to my point. I would procreate with an exotic person, so I would correction, we would have beautiful exotic children. And they would not have these normal American Girl issues. Have a daddy issues, here's a daddy tissue!
why is Becker thinking about procreation... ha! I know why, because she a desperate little weirdo that gets this way everytime homecomign comes around.
So, I guess its my approach that does it. Apparently, I have to ask myself :
"Are you the kind of person that spends more time picking out fruit at the grocer than finding a good mate? You wouldn't buy a melon without first taking a good whiff and giving it a healthy thump first, right? Same goes with dating."
That's a great pick up line... "Pardon me, can I thump you first so I know if we're compatible?"
haha, melon theory! Ha, well, you know what?! I want to buy a WATERMELON! HA! Take that scientific process! Who says I have to buy cantelope...
yeah, I know that's vague, but I'm not posting the theory. Okay, well maybe I will. Basically, a test proved that when shopping for melons, for subconscious reasons, women buy equivalent to their breast size. And when I thought about it, and then when Brittany and I tested it in Giant... it was kinda scary. Like guys and buying .. bananas, I guess. haha.
Alright, new people to add to sexy hit list. Jack Faust's glamour in Promethea. Not the old scary one. But when he's the library, early on. He's so creepy and seductive at the same time, it worries me. Don't go for the bad guys! Dude, I just realized, he was like a dark Legolas. Long blonde hair, green eyes, but he has scary Goth magician clothes, and Legolas is all woodsy. Hmm, Orlando Bloom also graces the sexy hit list, as with unnamed males at school, Johnny Depp, Richard Rahl, Batman, Marlon Brando as Sky Masterson, hmm, I know there are others bt I can't remember them all. I really don't havea sexy hit list. I just made it up.
hahaha! Funny quiz
"Word up" means:
A) Please speak clearer
B) I scored high on the verbal comprehension on the ACT
C) Absolutely
Awhitegirlsayswhat?
What?
As I suspected...
(Everything I ever needed to know I learned from Wayne's World)
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| A Feline Issue |
[26 Sep 2003|06:46pm] |
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One problem with the cat suit: sitting down.
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| "Man Rants" |
[23 Sep 2003|04:10pm] |
prettyfinz: man rants
prettyfinz: we should write a book
prettyfinz: we can be editors in chief
prettyfinz: bc is sounds cool
buttrfly4evr: lol, i agree
prettyfinz: and get varied essays to put in it
prettyfinz: or poems
buttrfly4evr: "hi. i'm the editor in chief of this great book called 'why men should screw themselves'. the title is actually a poem."
prettyfinz: "you wanted my number/ I said get lost/You said you were lost in my eyes/ I said stop talking out of your butt/he said screw me/ I said screw yourself"
buttrfly4evr: LOL
prettyfinz: hmm, yes. it's so crazy it just might work
buttrfly4evr: in this day and age?
buttrfly4evr: anything goes
What is with senior panaramampollozawooza thingie?
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| Poetisms |
[21 Sep 2003|08:05pm] |
Okay, this is my most favoritest of my new stuff. I wrote it after reading Country Home that my grandmother had left by my bed. So, in the back was this ad for linens and I thought of this. I guess I'm writing so much right now, instead of writing the poem because it's so personal. It's like my love letter to Mr. Perfect, Mr. Right... no, just Mr. Right. Mr. Perfect doesn't exist. haha, how we lower our standards, from Mr. Perfect, to Mr. Right, to Mr. Right Now, then to Mr. Now Dagnabit, My Clock is Ticking and Those Babies Ain't Happenin' on Their Own.
The Art of Bedding
"the Art of Bedding"
proclaims the Italian linen king
sounding like a guide
for wiley young princes
of the medieval court
it instructs you on how
to lay my sleeping body to rest
hand in the small of the back
removing pinched dance slippers
before winging the feet
upon my feather bed
how to shuck me out of my finest dress
and set it properly on yonder bedside chair
as brocades and taffeta give a feminine rustle
the delicate swoosh reminding
ears of when knowledgeable legs
swirled underneath
how to undo every last tie of corset
to listen for th gasp
of fully extended lungs
to leave on my cotton chemise
in gentlemanly decency
and call the servant
for whom my warm bed pan
the precise positioning for the warming of young damsels
how to leave the pearls 'til last
to press, slide, and swing out
and leave on bureau top
the old English instructions
on the safest way to snuff the candles,
close my canopy,
and exit the room silently
without any major injury to honorable toes,
or royal shins
as well as the proper phrasing
of the sealed and scented letter
that will be handed to me
at sunrise
*sigh* ah, I feel complete.
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| Late |
[20 Sep 2003|11:45pm] |
feeling sort of broken. I know someone who is very unhappy and self-hating and it's making me sad thinking of it. Please! People! You only have one true possession in this world. Yourself. Take care of it and love it because it's all you'll have when everything else goes.
I feel so old and naive at the same time. it's weird.
I have been writing very random poetry. I have one about gerbils singing Christmas carols and another about a linen ad that prompted a story about a prince. Product of a random brain I suppose.
Tuesday's Child
I have mined an opal
as big as my right foot
on my bathroom floor
the water that has
dripped off
from my varied body
from true ivory to golden bisque
the oil and salt of my rub
creating an iridescent
puddle on my bathroom floor
the white tile
and just the right angle
making October's watery jewel
my favorite part of the gerbil one:
I think they are singing "O Christmas Tree"
By the beat
I can't tell with their squeaky voices
ah, but I have forgotten
it is their native Mongolian
desire me
always softly
and alive
no twinge of orange
with the hot Red
wow, that's lots of poetry. I don't feel like sharing the "Art of Bedding" haha, what kind of person would have that be their company's slogan. Sounds so wrong. Did you hear that? That clank?
yes I think it was Colette's big round head rolling down the gutter.
wow, Mr. Mraz. what an aphrodisiac. he's just so smooth. I think that's what it is. Well, it's not the only reason. But I really don't need to catalog my entire list. :)
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