I've only heard the new Red Hot Chili Peppers' new single one + a fraction times, I already want the CD badly enough to give up my firstborn child to have it.

Okay, not quite that badly.

And no, I don't have a child/children. Nor do I plan to ever have them.

Anyway, if it's near as good as Californication, I'll be a happy happy girl this summer. I wish they (bands) would stop releasing singles before releasing the whole album, though. Making me wait till July, or whenever, after hearing the first single, just makes me grumpy. And yay, Stroke 9 is going to release an album that is almost a year delayed from when they originally were going to, with Kick Some Ass on it, which I will enjoy. As will I the rest of the album, if it's anywhere near as good as "Nasty Little Thoughts." (though I do know their exuse is KSA was released on a movie soundtrack previously)

which Episode II character are you?



Probably the greatest Jedi Knight of all. Like Obi Wan, you are wise and keep your feet on the ground at all times. You will not be outsmarted by anyone. You are always faithful to your friends. Be careful though, danger lurks around every corner - you could even be betrayed by those closest to you.



Hell yea, the only good char in the movie! Except for Yoda and Palpatine. I'm down with them.

Follow up to the funeral song post:

What people would play for me (more forthcoming)

Wanda
Cake--Sheep Go to Heaven. She said that it'd be appropriate. I asked her if I would be a sheep that went to heaven or a goat that went to hell, and she said "neither, because I don't believe in heaven and hell"
Everclear--Amphetimine. It's got my name in it, and she knows I adore everclear and that song is one of my favs
Foo Fighters--Hey Johnny Park! Because there had to be something by the foos
The Vandals--Ape Drape Because we're always making mullet jokes

Kevin
"I think I'd play safe songs, you know kinda beautiful sounding and slow - kinda sorrowful, yet uplifting"

Kin
You Make Me Feel Like a Whore--Everclear
Brick - Ben Folds Five
Punk Cover of My Heart Will Go On--New Found Glory

All cos I reco'ed them to him. I'm a bit relieved that that's his reasons.

I laughed so hard.

Then I cried myself to sleep.

Lately, I've noticed a lot of blogs with "You think you know, but you have no idea......" on them.

What the hell?? People can't come up with their own tagline? They have to steal from MTV? It's especially sad, stealing from MTV. They don't have anything worth stealing in the first place, man. It's a passable tagline for Diary, where it's about famous people, to whom the sentiment might actually apply, but on weblogs?

No, I don't think I know. I've never met you in my entire life, why would I think I know? Though, after less than 30 seconds of browsing time, I DO know, because these people are about as three dimensional as a stickman. They go "lol!" they don't capitalize their I's, and they steal MTV taglines. And I DO have an idea......GET A PERSONALITY.

My tough name is: Drake Hugelarge

Do these people hide outside my window?

My Wu Name is Ol` Filthy, Sweaty Bastard.

Creepy. It's like they know me.

Hunh. I generally don't agree with the Self Made Critic, but I actually agreed with This One for the most part. It says much of what I have to say about Ep 2, (along with what I already said) but clever-er-ly

I was taking a walk tonight, and I was thinking. At my funeral (I'm quite morbid) I'd like people to play songs that remind them of me. They don't even have to be songs I particularly would've liked, just ones that remind them of me. I don't know about other people, but songs remind me of things so easily, I'll hear a certain melody and memories just rush back. Even lame memories, like remembering driving home from school one day while listening to a song on the radio. They just take me back to that time and place. But they also remind me of people.

Blink 182--Dammit
Stacy
It is pretty ironic that I associate this song with her. She is UBER-Christian woman, a high school friend of mine who "matured" while I stayed the same. Blink 182 is crass and immature, and uses curse words. Which I can't use around any of my Christian friends. However, this song reminds me of her because of one line: "When I move I'm flailing now."

Stacy was klutzy. Though my roomate and I have jokes about me being a "klutzy bastard" Stacy has me totally outclassed in the klutz department. She's injured herself before, but mostly the klutzyness was stuff like her almost tripping, and flailing to get back her balance. Or things where she didn't think she was klutzy and should've known better to try, such as trying to get on the tip of her toes without special shoes after she'd seen Titanic and almost falling.

She was also easily startled. I remember yelling "look out! hydrochloric acid" at her frequently. Not even in Chemistry, I'd do it in French class. Over and over, but it took her forever to stop startling. Also, you could touch her on the shoulder and she'd get startled and flail. It was probably sort of mean of me, but I got inordinate glee out of doing these things to her. She was a fairly good sport about it.

Lastly--one of the biggest things I associate with Stacy is French class. We met in French class, we sat next to each other in French class for years. There was this one french movie we watched in class, Tatie Danielle, which was about this really mean old lady. At one point, this one woman slaps Tatie really hard, and the woman flails and falls over. It really shouldn't be funny, but we thought it was the most hilarious thing ever. Stacy would always act out the flailing for me.

Saves The Day--Shoulder to the Wheel, Vertical Horizon--Everything You Want
Melissa
Shoulder to the Wheel is another semi-ironic choice, as Melissa probably wouldn't touch any form of punk with a ten foot pole. However, she would endorse the spirit of the song, I'm sure. Its about driving around with your radio turned way up with a good friend. That was Melissa and I's thing, driving around, usually singing to the radio. Even goofy pop songs that I wouldn't normally like were cool when we were listening to them loudly and singing to them at the top of our lungs. Especially goofy pop songs by N'Sync or Britney Spears. One time, we put on this old cowboy hat she had, rolled our windows down with our arm's hanging out of her huge white Dodge Ram pickup truck, blaring a country station as we went by the house of this hick guy we knew. Driving around at night with Melissa figures in many of my dearest memories.

Everything You Want was a song we both loved when it came out. We met somewhere one day, and we ended up complaining about listening to it on the way there on the same station, and being mad when it was cut out by some Spanish station. As I don't know many people who like the same music as I do, it was really nice to like a song really deeply that someone else did. And most of all, the song reminds me of this one night Melissa and I were out driving. There had been a freezing rain storm a few days ago, and though the road was safe to drive on, the ice coating had never melted off the trees. The moonlight gleamed on the ice-coated branch, making the world look like a fairyland, all while the radio played Everything You Want. It's a memory I'll forever cherish.

Old 97's--Rollerskate Skinny, Tom Lehrer--Poisoning Pigeons in the Park, Gas Giants--Quitter, Everclear--You Make Me Feel Like a Whore
Roomate
For a long time, this song reminded me of me far more than anyone else. But there's this one line of it, and I know she'd probably be mad at hearing this is what reminds me of her, that never fails to remind me of her. "Ain't nobody going to see eye to eye/with a girl who's only going to stand collarbone high." She'd be mad because it's partly about her being short, and I tease her, probably too much, about being short. But the part about no one seeing eye to eye with her rings true as well. She seems angry at the world, sometimes. A lot, actually. One of the biggest problems she has is that she finds people to be incredibly rude. I think she would've been happier if she'd been born in a simpler time, when people had manners, and I love her for her strong sense of values in a world where no one takes anything seriously anymore.

We both find PPitP hilarious, and listen to it together. I introduced the song to her, and everyone she tries to play it to thinks that I'm borderline sick for introducing her to a song about hurting animals, and she's borderline sick for loving it so much too. But the song is not serious, it's meant to amuse, and it certainly gets the job done. The other two songs are our college theme songs. We can't help it, we're quitters. From inside we're, cold and bitter. And ISU makes us feel like a whore. YMFLaW also makes me think of the one time we got really mad at our neighbors and blasted that through the wall at them. It didn't seem to phase them, but it made us feel better.
Addendum: Also, Cloak of Elvenkind by Marcy Playground, because it reminds me of how much she loves Harry Potter.

Destiny's Child--Independent Women, Rusted Root--Send Me On My Way, Stroke 9--Letters
Old Roomate
Actually, a lot of songs remind me of her, we listened to a lot of music when we lived together. She introduced me to a lot of music I wouldn't have listened to otherwise, and I introduced her to a few things as well. Letters was one of the songs I got her into liking, and I once had a dream with her in it where we were on a gameshow, and the final question was about the song, and we won. Send Me On My Way was a song she'd listen to quite frequently in our room, and I'd never really heard it before. But now, whenever I hear it anywhere, I always think of her. Half the time, I tell her about it, I think she finds it amusing. And Independent Women was "our song" it was big while we lived together, and the only Destiny's Child Song that I've ever been able to even stand, much less actively enjoy. Whenever I hear it I picture her perfectly lip synching to the song, even acting out parts of it. And I remember how I thought it was so hilarious to get up on my bed and "raise the roof" "literally," at the "throw your hands up at me" part, and how she humored me by laughing.

Shakira--Whenever, Whatever
Talia
She so loves the "my breasts are small and humble/so you don't confuse them with mountains" line. And though I was not fond of the line (especially since I think Shakira's breasts are probably nicer than a good lot of people's :P), and might not've been a big fan of the song otherwise, it brings a smile to my face whenever I hear it, because I think of her.

Savage Garden--I Knew I Loved You Before I Met You
Pseudo-ex
I never met him in real life. I probably never will. I know for sure that I will never fall into another internet romance so easily. He loved Savage Garden, which I disliked even before I knew him. During the time I knew him I went to a couple high-school dances with friends/the special ed students. Homecoming was fun. There were only a few Special Ed kids to watch, while there were lots of watchers, and lots of my friends there to have fun with. I had a fancy dress for the first, and maybe only, time in my life and we all had a good time. Then, I went to Sweetheart, which was depressing because nobody came, and I was there simply to watch Special Ed students. The theme was "I knew I loved you before I met you," and during that song, all of the couples got together and danced together, while I had to explain to a special ed girl why she couldn't pester boys already dancing with their dates for a dance because it was rude. Pseudo-ex was being online less and less, and I knew I probably wouldn't ever be able to go to a dance like this with him, or likely anyone (which was right), I nearly broke down. Prom was even more depressing.

Most Greenday Songs, Weezer--Buddy Holly
Kin
He loves Greenday, quotes Greenday frequently, and someday he and I are going to be in a band where we get sued by Greenday because of lifting their lyrics into our songs, and we'll be penniless, but it'll still be cool because we will have met Greenday during the suing. Basketcase reminds him of me, because I'm always apoligizing for whining about everything to him. And according to him I look just like Buddy Holly, and according to me, he's my Mary Tyler Moore. And we don't care what people say about us anyway.

The White Stripes--Fell In Love With a Girl
Kevin
He told me about this song, he has pretty good taste, so I downloaded it. I really didn't like it at first, the singer's voice got on my nerves, but it grew on me. He was so excited when I told him I was auditioning to be a DJ, he said that he would go to a friend's house and listen to me on the streaming audio (he didn't have a comp, he uses WebTV mostly) of the station over the internet. When I was waiting for my audition, I heard Fell in Love With a Girl, and it was like a good luck charm, Kevin's wishing me good luck (though I did badly.) Sometimes he can be creepy, and sometimes he can be annoying, but Kevin's always seemed to be one of the few people who knows what music means to me, and we always like commiserating with each other about our love lives (or lack thereof).

Nearly Everything I Listen To
Wanda
I probably put her last because it's really difficult to put a finger on any one (or two or three) songs. We like so much of the same music, and talk about music all the time. So many songs make me think vaguely of her, at least. REM especially, but many Everclear songs, No Doubt, Offspring, Foo Fighters, Idlewild, Cake....the list goes on and on. I love talking music with her, she's one of the first people I'd ever met that I could be frank about what I liked with, instead of thinking it was too weird, or hard, or obscure.
Addendem: (yes, I'm aware I spelt that wrong. Is it spelt or spelled?) After more thought, I've decided on that "white men in the black suits" song by everclear (because we said if we ever ruled the world, we'd make the bad people go away), It's The End of the World (as we Know It) by REM (because it would suck if she went away), and Falling by Offspring (because she loves it).

Welp, I finally saw Star Wars and Spiderman this weekend. I could probably go on pretty long about what I like and didn't like about one or both of them, but that would be boring, so you're only getting a few things. Mostly just about Star Wars. Oh, and I guess there's some spoilers if you haven't seen it yet.

1) I think it's really cool that Amidala has crazy hairdos, because that way you know Leia came by it rightly
2) I think it's lame that they have to try and get the droids in every movie, it's pretty contrived
3) I think it's lame that Boba Fett is so popular they need to stick him in. I'd rather see Han's parents or something. Or even Chewie's. All Boba does in the originals is help Vader capture Han, and then getting eaten by a Sarlacc. Who cares? And it's really lame the way they show Boba all looking at his father's helmet afterwards, as if vowing revenge against the jedi. Pfft! Like he'd be the only one there. And holding the helmet is creepy, because to be doing that, he's either holding his father's severed head, or had to have pulled his father's severed head out of it.
4) I think it's cool that you get to see Luke's Uncle and Aunt. And how Storm Troopers came to be. Other things like that, etc.
5) Samuel L. Jackson's purple lightsaber is the bomb. Though I do wonder why none of the Jedi get to have one of those two-sided ones like Darth Maul.
6) I think Anakin should get a better prosthetic limb. Luke's fake hand kicks ass, and it's only a generation after Anakin. And I don't envy Amadala on the wedding night, with the creepy metal hand. Having no arm is better looking than that thing.

Unfortunately, the movie experience for both movies for me wasn't that great. First of all i was really tired during Spiderman and had to pee for a lot of Star Wars. But mostly, it was my dad. Yes, I see a lot of movies with my dad. Anyhoos: Dad has always yelled at the TV when we watch something. Encouraging the characters and such. It's kind of annoying at home, but he's started doing it in the theater lately. So that's annoying to me. And, it's embarrassing, I'm always looking around to see if anyone hears him, because he's so loud about it. And I can't say anything, because he gets annoyed when I say stuff about it, he thinks I'm too touchy.

And it was pretty hilarious/creepy, after star wars. He was remarking to me that he thought the guy who played Anakin was all attractive. I don't even think Hayden is all that great-looking (but I suspect that it's my preferences rather than him being not attractive. I totally go for Ewan, though they made him not that attractive in this movie, to make him look older, I guess). It's weird to have your dad say that, anyway.

I guess that's all I have to say, then

I'm reeeeeeally beginning to despise my sister's dog. If you've read this before, you know that the family (mom in particular) loves it more than me. Several examples are on here, if you care to look.

What is really beginning to piss me off is how now everything I say about the dog these days is viewed as an insult and is retaliated to with all the force of if I was insulting someone's mother, not someone's dog. Who I wasn't even insulting in the first place.

Scene: Out on our porch, having dinner. Dog jumping up and putting his paws on everyone's legs/laps/chair arms.

Me: "We could put the dog inside and close the door to stop the jumping."

Angry Mob I Have Created With The Previous Comment: Why are you always insulting the dog? He has great table manners. He doesn't whine or anything. In fact, I don't think he even wants the food, he just wants to see what we're doing. I could even put him on my lap, and he wouldn't touch the food. He's such a good dog. Why do you hate the dog so much? blah blah blah blah blah.

Because I suggested he go inside to stop the jumping. Okay, as far as dogs go, he's alright. But I'm tired of them thinking he's perfect. I do insult him sometimes, just to be like "hey, this isn't exactly lassie. He's not as perfect as you guys make him out to be. He does poop on things occaisionally, bite, and never come. And really, you should love me more than him, though you don't. I've NEVER seen you leap to my defense like that, and I can appreciate it, whereas the dog is a dog and doesn't know about it. In fact, you (mom) are the one who causes most of my psychological pain. PAY ATTENTION TO ME, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD *unintelligable sobbing*" But I don't really indulge in it that often. And, this was clearly not an insult to the dog.

Also, who the hell cares if he's jumping for attention rather than food. The motive behind the action isn't what makes it annoying, it's the action itself. Not that I brought this up in reply to their defense. I wouldn't want to insult the dog or anything.

Dear lord.... I am SO glad I'm going to have moved (hopefully far far away) by the time my sis has a kid. If they love that dog more than me, I'd hate to see how they act around a human being.

Aww....I went to the libary (I mispell it to give it a sense of whimsey) today to pick up Catch 22, and their one and only copy was taken out. Ah well, I picked up some other books, at least. I was going stir crazy here at home with nothing to do but read my schoolwork.

Which Musical Heroine are You? by blusteryvirgin

The Vague But Nice Quiz by blusteryvirgin

Which Season are you?

I've always enjoyed autumn far more, but hey :P

Which Kiss Are You?

Who are YOU most like?

You are 30% evil! [?]

You're still on the good side of 50%, but you're gaining on it. You're not as good as you should be, but you're good ALMOST all of the time. There's only an occasional time when evil takes over you, but when it does...

Find your emotion!

Hunh. Who knew?²

Heh........ "missing" scene from The Empire Strikes Back.

Hunh. Who knew?

Which Cartoon Cat Are You? Quiz by gypsydance

take the emo quiz.created by jessi

I'm exceptionally artistic!

Find your soul type at kelly.moranweb.com.


Hasn't anyone ever told you that you're artistic?



Fair enough. Perhaps they haven't. But now that you know, you must become one with your inner self.

Virtues: You look for immense creativity and individuality in people, including yourself. You're not happy with anything less than brilliant, and you focus on being expressive. You value energy, liveliness, and upbeat personalities, but you're not supportive of moodiness when you yourself can be unreliably moody. Seeking activity, you like the bustle of business but need the secluded atmosphere of a studio or private corner.

Aspirations: You feel the need to express your talents, whether it be through writing, drawing, singing, dancing, composing, performing, or photographing. While you strive to ever improve your work, you want to display it as soon as possible when your impatience kicks in. You want to be a prodigy but you might not have the means right at your fingertips. Trust me, do NOT move to New York to do it. Yeesh!

Quirks: Conformists bother you because of their lack of individuality. You're often late or unreliable. You're showy and refuse to share the spotlight. You only tell little white lies. You worm your way into the hearts of others, but be careful; some people despise the show-offs.

Factors: Surround yourself with activity and you'll always have material to work with. Involve friends and family in your projects so they don't feel like envious outsiders.

Future: Show business or not, you'll settle down happily if you're among those who appreciate your natural talents and desire to perform. Don't stay in one place too long, and don't be too hasty in defining your relationships. Who are you to judge what only time will tell?

Hmm.....some right, some wrong.

i'm a hamster.what kinda pet are you?
quiz made by muna.

I like hamsters, but I do not find the description to be......descriptive of me :P

Take the Which Spider-Man Character Are You? quiz by ZyberGoat

I had a feeling I'd get him, if only because he's the dorkiest person in the comic/movie.

I've not seen the movie yet *gasp*, but I'm making my dad take me this weekend.

On a happy update note, I don't think Alleywriter is mad at me anymore.

For the record, in light of the post I made a few days ago and the "counterpost" by Alleywriter, I am NOT in favor of suicide bombings or anything else the Palistinians have been doing. He said:

But Phoe-phoe has failed to notice that evil men, men so consumed with irrational hatred that they've lost all sense of morality, are sending their children to die and commit murder against Israel. Or maybe she thinks it's a good thing when Israeli children are murdered in their beds? All I can say is, if she supports the "Palestinians" then she demonstrates the depths of either her own ignorance or her own evil. That anyone can say, "The terror attacks are bad, but those children deserve to die because . . ." Is disgusting beyond measure.

and

I can already hear her sputtering, "yeah, but look what the Israeli's did!" Uh, you mean, defend themselves from violence? You mean the accidental killing of civilians as opposed to the intentional killing of civilians perpetrated by the "Palestinians"? You mean apologizing for those deaths, rather than celebrating them as the "Palestinians" do?

And I would like to clarify that no, I would not say anything like that. And I have noticed, and find it disgusting as well. Could anyone in their right mind not find it disgusting?

Though the israeli's have commited some trespasses, I see them as almost indisputably in the right for the reasons he listed above, along with many others.

The "almost" that creates the slightest whisper of doubt in my mind is probably what got me into trouble in the first place.

That, and my big mouth

*sigh* Yesterday was totally depressing. My high school French teacher is retiring (among other teachers I had, it seems like between last year and this year most of the teachers I had in high school are gone) and asked if I could come to the retirement party that was being thrown for the retiring teachers. So I did......

First off, I wanted to wear a dress. I hardly ever wear dresses, but I thought it'd be a nice touch instead of showing up not dressed up at all. Unfortunately--all dresses I have are short and have thin straps. Yes, this means: shave the legs, wear a strapless bra. I had been prepared to do the legs, my legs are pretty gross. I mention to my mom, as a joke, that she should be proud, and I get a huge tirade on how I should always shave my legs. Screw that! My legs have fine, blonde hair on them that doesn't show up unless you're directly examining my legs. That's a lot more than I can say for men, who get away without doing it. Straplessbra-uncomfortable, and not needed. The regular bra hardly hung out, and this party was pretty informal. Crammed myself into it anyway on my mom's say so. Oh, and I hate dresses, because I look pretty crappy in them, I just don't have a good figure, and dresses only make that obvious to me.

Second off: So much has changed. Just driving up to the building that had been a simple gray and red brick affair that several had accused of looking like a prison showed the changes. One thing: greatly expanded. Our school district just keeps growing and growing, and the extensions reflect this. Another thing: glass all over the place. This is because of the prison accusations. It never did look like a prison.... Anyway, now there's these big gaping places where they stuck windows.

But the structural changes aren't what's depressing: though the place looks less like a prison on the outside anymore, it is certainly more of one on the inside. Everyone has to wear badges, if you don't have a badge, you have to have a real reason to be in there, and there are cameras all over. This is largely why I don't visit teachers more often, I'm afraid of the security. I just want to get one of my old teachers to tell security that I'm alumni, and I was the biggest teacher's pet ever, and that I'm too stupid to put together a bomb, even if i did have the inclination, which I don't.

And the people.... When I talk to them, it's forced. I saw lots of teachers there that I knew, but we only had small blips of conversation before moving on. Most of them just asked me how i was doing, and avoided saying anything on their end. I had to bring up england to everyone I talked to, just to have something to say. It made me really sad..... I once considered these people......not friends, quite, but something like that. And they have nothing to say to me, and I barely have anything to say to them. The only people who really gave me any insight into their lives was my old Scholastic Bowl Coach (yea, I know i'm a dork) and this english teacher that I didn't know very well and hadn't liked very much in school anyway. But apparently she liked me, which is alright. She's a nice person, I just hadn't enjoyed her teaching style (or lack thereof).

I always thought people never visited their high school afterwards because they didn't care, but maybe it's because it hurts. That's why I don't, I feel unwelcome or like I don't belong. It hurts.

I know it's a disturbing thought, but I find myself strangely attracted to that Jarod guy on the subway commercials. He reminds me of this guy I knew in high school that I also had a crush on. He knew pi to like, 40 digits, and he had a nervous habit of writing out pi if he was sitting somewhere with a pen and paper.

Yes, I'm a bit strange.

My Confession

This is an e-mail I wrote to a friend recently. I pre-apologize to Alleywriter, the other guy I mentioned, and any other republicans who happen to read this, and to all right-minded people for the spelling and grammar:

Oh, do you know what's hilarious? You know how we're pinkos? (Can't remember if you know what a pinko is, so I'm going to define it: Means really left-leaning)

I SWEAR there are a couple of guys that read my blog that are REALLY right-leaning. I don't know if you've read Alleywriter ever, he's linked to me, and I think I've linked back, he's left a few comments: his blog is all newsy, and all his links are to right wing stuff, he especially pays attention to the stuff in palestine (uber-pro-israeli) and our war on terrorism (big on war getting the job done). Now, I got some oral sex from this other guy, and it mentioned a "tongue bar" and I asked if that was a piercing, and so we ended up e-mailing each other back and forth a couple times, and he gave me the link to his blog and asked for constructive critisizm, and it's even more right-y. Like one of the articles is all "people (read: races and nations) really AREN'T equal, let's stop pretending" (no, it's not militant, it's about positive stereotyps and how they're often true....but come on, how long before they start on the negative ones? And I don't care how true a generalization is, there's always exceptions. And, there's a hilarious sentence on this guy's blog, it's what made me want to send you this e-mail because it made me laugh at how diametrically opposed I am politically to this guy: "I still don't like it, but if it helps to win the war and bring to GOP back to power in the Senate, then it was the cynical, but smart, thing to do." I HATE the GOP, 90% of them are dumbasses. (GOP stands for grand old party, it's our conservatives). And I DO want terrorism wiped out, but I'm not sure if war's the way to do it. I should really say something hippie-y or pinko-y on my blog sometime just to piss people off :P

Mostly....I hate to say it....I'm apathetic. Caring about things just takes too much energy. I hope to god so much that it hurts that I wouldn't be like this if I were ever in the situation, but I see myself as the type who lived in poland in the 40's and didn't do anything when I saw my jewish neighbors being carted off to the ghetto. I mean, look at the world... whenever we talk about the holocaust they're always like "and we study it so it can never happen again." Bullshit. Look at Rwanda, look at Kosovo, look at a million other places most people probably haven't even heard about. The left was in power during kosovo, and they got critizised SO HARD for helping out. "whine whine whine bitch bitch bitch. What the hell does it have to do with us? We have to pay taxes to pay for this crap. It's their problem, not ours." If the right had been in power, who knows? We weren't even able to help out too much. No one wanted to turn it into another vietnam, endless resources and life pouring into a country for no good reason. And with stuff like israel, and other conflicts around the world: I'm ignorant. I'm deliberately ignorant, because knowing just hurts me more. I couldn't bear to be at my own house after Sept. 11 because my mom wouldn't turn off the TV, and all they were showing 24/7 was sad human interest stories. I didn't want to know more about those people, it hurt too much already, I didn't want them to have faces and families to go along with the horrific numbers and innocence.

Wow..... this turned into quite a rant. Hmm...I'm thinking of posting some of this e-mail onto my blog. Let people know I'm an apathetic pinko once and for all :P

Posted to both Alternatune and Alternachick today. Blatant self-promotion. Plus, I view it as an achievement.

Oh, and go to my friend's advice site Ask Minerva, or I will keel you. (kill you, in a cheesy accent. That's no way to go.... So please, visit her and ask something)

Last night, I was talking to an old high school friend: boy oh boy was that awkward.... She was tired, so she didn't have much to say, but every time I tried to end the call, she'd extend it. I babbled. A lot. And she told me the whole plot of Panic Room. Glad I didn't see that, it's pretty boring. At least, when you hear the plot from someone who's tired and doesn't remember it that well *sigh*

Hmm...... I guess I don't have much more to say. Summer = more posts, but with less said

Welp, I finally got up off my butt and went somewhere. I went to Best Buy and post-itted, and bought a couple CD's.

-Ryan Adams -- Gold
-Because God wants me to buy it (a common justification/rationalization for why I buy things)
-Not sure if I like it yet, must listen more.

-The White Stripes -- White Blood Cells
-Because it was on sale.
-It might've been a little hasty, I'm not sure if I like it yet--but then again, the original single (Fell In Love With A Girl) had to grow on me too. Anyway, I can't resist a CD on sale, I'm like those women who do that with clothes. And I have to buy on sale with Best Buy, they've been gouging me lately when I buy regular price.

Again: hating the stuff I'm having to read for England. Patting myself on the back for not becoming a poly-sci major and having to have to read this government crap all the time.

Resolved: I will read Catch 22 sometime. One of the articles keep having quotes from it (only interesting part of the article) and they're good, and Hellerman's always being compared to Vonnegut, who I absolutely adore.

New rock links. That is all.

I hate how just because I have no life, people just assume my time is worthless.

I went over to help lift some paving stones over at my sister's place at 12, and I didn't come back until almost 7. Very little of this time was spent lifting paving stones. And even then, I didn't need to be there, there were plenty of people standing around that could do it.

Then, when I complain, I get: Oh, so you watch TV at Sister's house all day instead of yours?

It's not about that, though I DO have schoolwork to do thank you very much: I like to be told about things before I embark on them.

UGGGGGH, I was earlier optimistic about my England reading, but I take it back! I've gotten into all this reading that has NOTHING to do with Britain, and the authors are SO verbose. The verbosity--it's not like I don't know what the words mean, but putting them all in there makes the paragraph or sentence three times harder to put together and make sense. Also, it makes the material harder to absorb. I start reading it like I would read a novel, and then after a few pages, realize that I have no idea what I read. I have to go back and like THINK about every sentence. It pisses the hell out of me. I can read 3 to 5 hundred page (good) novels in a day or less, and remember plot points with chrystal clarity even years after I've read them, but I have to slowly crawl through this crap, and I KNOW I'm still not going to remember it.

I mean, i'm not expecting action or excitement, but can't they, for the love of god, just write in common terms?

On a happier note, I found out my grades for last term, and I did SO much better than I thought I would. A's in everything except for philosophy, which, can you really blame me? Even in Computer Science, where I thought I was close to a C, I got an A in. Don't ask me how--I'm just freaking happy that my GPA actually went up instead of down. No honors probation for meeeee!

I'm on a comic jag lately. People, go to Ashfield

Oh, and I'm still not sure what to do about my colors... The poll was really close:

Lime hurts my eyes: 4
Lime too drag queeny: 1
Lime good, yellow crappy: 3
Lime good, way to show initiative: 3
Neither good: 4

Adding up to:
Yellow: 5
Lime: 6
Other: 4

What should I do, people?

In sad news: My archives are acting funny again.

In weird news: my pseudo-ex (pseudo because we never met in real life) e-mailed me today because I had sent an e-mail to my entire (non-updated) guestbook warning about a virus I might've (but ended up not) passed on to people in my guestbook. To give you an idea of how badly out of date it is: my dead uncle got a virus warning, too.

He replyed to it, asking how I was. (insert joke about my dead uncle answering here) How come pseudo-ex never e-mailed me when we were pseudo-together?

Welp, I've started my reading for my trip:

(Since it's a school trip, they're making me learn (hiss! boo!) so I prefer to get my learning in before the trip)

It's actually not too bad. (I've only read like two things, one by John Stuart Mill and another on Constitutionalism)

I'm surprised at how much I like essay by John Stuart Mill. Sure, it was pain in the ass to plow through, because it was written in the prose of a different time, but I loved his point. Basically: the majority can be stupid so don't go along, individuality is good, and tolerance of others' rights to individuality is good. If I were a good writer, and lived back then: I would be this man. If I were a man, anyway.

I mean, he talked about how dangerous it is to have the majority in for law. That can be totally seen--look at Nazi Germany. Hitler didn't have to stage a coup or anything. He was elected by a legal majority.

But he also talked about what the majority does extralegally to enforce it. Burning crosses, lynchings, making fun of Star Trek geeks..... Okay, some of these are more serious than others: but it's true.... a majority shouldn't be harassing any individuals unless the individuals in question are harming anyone.

Anyway, i liked his message.

The one on constitutionalism was interesting. Again, it mentioned the balance between moral law (religions, personal assumptions of what is right and wrong) and "positive" law (law made by human beings, legitimated by the government). It IS a tricky balance.

If only philosophy class had been about this stuff instead of sawing people's brains in half and putting one half in one clone and the other half in another clone, I might've shown up once in awhile.

Yep, I'm boring :P

I love this comic:

Ugh... Now that I'm home, this is like the "all mom insults all the time" blog.

Today: She yelled and yelled and yelled at me. I mean, usually she's angry at me for something or other, but this time she practically screamed at me at the top of her lungs.

Why?

I had a minor role in the failure of her taping Ally McBeal and LA Law: The Movie.

See, the woman is a TV addict. Not only does she find something to watch every night no matter what (we don't even have cable), but almost every night she finds something to tape while she is watching whatever it is. Sometimes, she even needs to tape something on a third channel. And this is nearly every night. Anyway, when i want to watch something on the VCR, I generally take the tape she's using out and place it in front of the VCR. I've done this for as long as she's been taping so much TV. I did this, my dad vaccumed, moving the tape, which leads mom to not realize her tape isn't in the VCR, leading her to not tape LA Law and Ally McBeal.

Okay: I know it's a disappointment. I don't watch nearly the same amount of TV she does, but I do have to tape it to a large degree. I've screwed up, the VCR itself has screwed up: I've missed my TV. I feel sad. But not sad enough to light into my secondborn child with the fury of a pent-up hurricane.

I took a bit of the yelling good naturedly. After awhile though, I couldn't help being like, "You know, i set the tape down there all the time. You were never mad at me because of it before. How was I to know?" And then later, when she keeps yelling at me, I'm like "You know, keeping yelling at me won't fix this, and it's making me feel bad." "I don't care how you feel! I missed LA Law and Ally McBeal!"

*sigh*

Dad: so lucky--she didn't see him until she'd calmed down, all he got was a caution to never do this again.

This is going to be a loooooong summer. Hey, anyone out there up to boarding a college student for the summer? I don't eat much......

My wedding toast

One of the dearest friends I have in the world is getting married tomorrow. My wishes for you are that the love in his eyes is as strong forty years from now as it was the day he got off of that train. I hope that though your love is soft and tender, that is as tough as nails through the good times and the bad. I definitely wish for you infinitely more of the former than the latter. I wish for you a happy house full of the sounds of friends and the laughter of children, where the biggest difficulty is a scraped knee that you kiss and make better. I hope there’s lots of grandchildren as well in the golden years, but no regrets.

I’m closing with the most romantic song I know:

The Luckiest By Ben Folds (you knew it had to be ;) i don’t get many things right the first time in fact, i am told that a lot now i know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls brought me here and where was i before the day that i first saw your lovely face now i see it everyday and i know that i am, i am i am the luckiest what if i’d been born fifty years before you in a house on the street where you live maybe i’d be outside as you passed on your bike would i know? in a wide sea of eyes see one pair that i recognize and i know that i am, i am i am the luckiest love you more than i have ever found a way to say to you next door there’s an old man who lived into his nineties and one day passed away in his sleep and his wife, she stayed for a couple of days and passed away i’m sorry i know that’s a strange way to tell you that i know we belong that i know that i am, i am i am the luckiest.

I'm always meaning to link God and Larry because it's so freakin' hilarious, but I forget. So now I am. Be sure to look at the "episode guides," it's pretty much the heart of the (blasphemous) story.

Sometimes, I really hate my mother. Earlier, I was out in the family room watching TV with my dad. He's probably the greatest, most nice person I know, but he can get annoying sometimes. Basically: he was talking to the TV. No, not crazy-like, he just answers the characters questions or other lame stuff. Hard to explain. Anyway: I find it annoying, and was nagging him about it.

Mom, out in the kitchen, heard me. She yelled at me for not showing him proper respect. I ask her what it even has to do with her. If dad were mad, he'd say something, right?

She tells me it's for my own good, that maybe a lot of people have problems with the way I act. I told her the only one who has a problem with how I act is her. [comment: I find myself saying this a lot. All through school she's always thought I was a horribly disrespectful person and the teachers must hate me, when I was one of the biggest teacher's pets of the class. Adults love me. Except for her.] She's like "And you have so many friends......"

Talk about a low blow. This is my mother, for god's sake, and she's basically jamming what I've been worried about all my life (having a noxious personality) down my throat. It hurts being lonely, but it's worse to have your own mother saying it's your own damn fault. I guess I shouldn't have expected any more from her, her being the woman who periodically yells at me until I cry, and then KEEPS yelling at me. And I didn't say it at the time, but since then I've thought: like she has so many friends. I could beat her hands down. If you don't count family, she has only one friend, and they never talk face to face (other than at each other's kids' weddings), they only phone. And they freaking live next door to each other. I have a roommate that I am very close with. That's at least one I see, which beats her. Not to mention I also (I admit intermittently) do hang out with my high school friends still. If you do count family, everyone that likes her likes me PLUS I'm pretty sure my sister's fiancee dislikes her (for good reasons) but not me.

But this isn't a popularity contest. It's something she said that cut me very deeply. Basically: You're a horrible person, that's why you have no friends. Coming from your mom.

Anyway, I'm flustered (I never come up with good reasons for things when I'm actually arguing) and start this whole diatribe about how I just don't know anyone on the floor I live on and how basically everyone on my old floor is rat bastards. Which is 90% true. Anyway I hate when she puts words in dad's mouth just to go on a power trip, I hate how she hates me, and I hate how she hurts me. And I've not even been back for a week yet.

Sometimes, I wish I were ugly.

I am 20, and have never been out on a date. I've only even been hit on once, and I couldn't even be sure then.

I figure, it can't be my looks: I'm about average, I've seen people far uglier than me get dates. I must have a noxious personality.

I wish I were ugly and could figure that I had a great personality but other people were too shallow to look past my exterior. Then it'd be their problem, for being shallow, instead of my problem, for being noxious.

But if I were ugly, I'd probably wish I weren't.

Okay, I don't know why I feel like putting this in my journal, but I do:

Molly and Ed from Ed should totally hook up.

For those who don't watch the show, a brief synopsis: Ed grew up in small town Stuckeyville, went off to New York to become a lawyer, gets fired, his wife's cheating on him, he comes back to Stuckeyville to put his life back together, and hopefully hook up with this girl he knew in high school that he was too shy to hook up with back in high school.

Okay, not the most interesting premise in the world. Why the hell does he all the sudden want to hook up with Carol (that girl) now? Shouldn't he try to take a break to get over the divorce? Why does he think he knows her so well? etc. etc.

Well, there's more: the show has a quirky sense of humor lacking in most television these days. I mean, Ed runs a law practice from a bowling alley. That's like the one interesting part of the premise. People keep calling him a bowling alley lawyer and he insists that it's two separate things. My favorite episode is this one where this one guy (played by Doogie Howser, no less) sets up a rival bowling alley law practice in a nearby town--mimics everything about Ed's bowling alley to the last detail, including his somewhat odd employees. Ed actually pays some guy 100 dollars to represent him in a case about leaves falling onto his neighbor's yard in order to come in direct conflict with Doogie. He gets out this giant map, he has this giant fan and bags of leaves etc. etc. He wins, getting rid of Doogie once and for all. Anyway, it's less funny with me describing it, but it's a really great episode.

Also, the characters are really great. Quirky (I keep using it, but that's pretty much the best description of most things in the show) Ed, Quirky supporting cast, lots of "banter." Ed and Mike are always betting each other five dollars to do goofy, embarassing things. The music on the show is really great as well. I hear many songs that I enjoy that I've heard nowhere else, other than off the CD.

Anyway: Why I think Ed and Molly Should Hook Up (I should actually petition NBC about this)

Okay, Ed comes back to woo Carol, right? Carol's a neurotic. She doesn't know what she wants, she's a wishy washy gal, she's had a chance or two or three at Ed, and has turned him down. She's in a relationship with someone else. Of all the characters, she's the least interesting. She has a thing for moody artistic guys, she's blonde and popular, she's used to being pursued. She's the type that (at least if you're a woman) you despise because she could have a great guy (or many great guys) but won't take him, and is just annoying in general. She reminds me of this girl who lived next door to me freshman year. I swear: three separate times that year, with three separate guys, she "didn't know exactly where this is going, or if it's meant to be, but she really likes the guy, but she doesn't know whether it's as a friend or "that way."" How annoying is that?

Molly is Carol's "Spunky Sidekick" type. She reminds me of Ed, she's quirky and caring etc. I don't think they'll ever let her hook up with Ed, "the main character," though, because it's TV, and she's a plus sized woman, though still very pretty, because they aren't about to let an ugly woman on TV. And, her being the spunky sidekick. Anyway....she's the greatest. She broke up with a guy she was totally in love with because he was married, and she didn't want to be the one who broke up a marriage, she's smart, she's funnier and more likeable than carol. And her and Ed kind of connect--when she broke up with the guy I mentioned earlier, Ed came to her house in an ape suit to cheer her up, and then they had a serious talk where she solved whatever problem it was that he had on that episode. Her so called friend Carol wasn't there comforting her, it was Ed. And Carol wasn't there helping him solve his problem, it was Molly. So in conclusion: they should really hook up, because they belong, and it would strike a blow for women everywhere.


Whoa, I was certainly bored/had nothing relevant to say

% where do you LIVE?

I Am
Fachea
Celtic Goddess of Poetry.
I'm a freaky writer type that doesn't like to leave the house. I'm probably a lot smarter than you.
What Celtic Goddess are You?
Quiz by Aoibhell

You are Fachea, a goddess of poetry.

You yourself love all things beautiful and earthy, and writing poetry is your passion, although you might divulge in a good story once in a while. You have always been the English teacher's favourite and are generally a very artistic person.

I Am
Fachea
Celtic Goddess of Poetry.
I'm a freaky writer type that doesn't like to leave the house. I'm probably a lot smarter than you.
What Celtic Goddess are You?
Quiz by Aoibhell

You are Fachea, a goddess of poetry.

You yourself love all things beautiful and earthy, and writing poetry is your passion, although you might divulge in a good story once in a while. You have always been the English teacher's favourite and are generally a very artistic person.

heh, I can't help it. More from my logs:

Google: thick white girl -- I'm no. 4, bay-bee

From my log for Troubled Youth:

Google: Spanish Graffiti -- #10
Google: boys peeing in the bathroom stall -- #2, I'm movin' on up!
Google: troubled youth pictures -- #4 I can actually sort of see where this one came from, though our pictures aren't of troubled youths, despite the site name :P
Google: troubledyouth -- #3, and we're only that high because they forgot the space, and the url of troubled youth has it troubledyouth.blogspot.com. We should profit off of the mispelling thing and type "pron" or "ponr" or some variation thereof as many times on the site as possible.

Welp, what've I been up to lately?

Move-out (of my dorm). A pain, of course, but not as bad as it could be. We actually planned to do it the one day this week it hasn't rained. Still a pain, especially with the crappy parking--doubly so with my mom complaining about how the parking is so much worse at the new dorm than the old dorm--but it's supposed to be a pain, it's move-out.

I guess I had more (and more interesting) comments about move-out, but I don't feel as inclined to blog when I'm at home. The creative juices cease to flow, I'm a lot more sluggish.

Oh, here's a funny anecdote: My mom's been harassing a guy from some appliance repair place lately. It's hilarious, she uses the MOST stalkeresque comments, such as "I'm not going away, and "I know where you live.*" If I'm out there eating breakfast while she's doing it, I have to smirk into a napkin or something. Apparently, he owes my sister like 60 dollars or something, and my mom's stopping at nothing to get it back.

What kills me, (this is so pathetic I don't even find it funny anymore, like the preceding comments) is that after she calls up the guy to yell at him (he says he's going to start charging her a buck out of the money he owes every time she calls him, now--I DO find that funny. And pathetic of him, it's obvious the slimeball never intends to return any of it, why should we care it he takes a buck or two off of it (though of course it makes my mother burning mad)?) she calls up everyone else she knows, and brags about harassing the man, and how he has a horrible rating at the better business bureau. It makes me feel icky inside that she actually brags about making people feel bad. It reminds me of this one time that we needed our monitor replaced, it was under warranty, but they had some loophole so they weren't going to give us one, and she yelled and yelled and yelled at the poor customer service employees until they ended up giving her one so that she'd leave them alone, even though they weren't supposed to. She bragged about that too. Also--I think it's pathetic. His standing at the better business bureau obviously predated our involvement, as it takes several incidents for your rating to become that bad. Obviously, we didn't check with the better business bureau before hiring him. Who else is really checking with the BBB?

Pretty soon, my mom is going to hire a lawyer to get the money back for more than the guy owes in the first place. I don't think that's that bad, it's something I might do--stuff like what that guy is doing would piss me off too--but I bet she has a field day if it ever goes to court and she wins. It's not even her money, it's my sister's. I think the woman likes to make people feel bad, sometimes.

* Actually, she said i know your address, but it struck me very much in the same tone as "I know where you live." Actually, she said it because the original address for his business was an abandoned house, and she was informing him she knows where it really is, or something.

I've developed a love-hate relationship with reselling my books at the end of the semester.

LOVE: Getting money.

HATE: I spent over 300 dollars for these stinking books, but I'm getting less than 50 back. And lugging them back when they won't buy them.

Good: (not having to do with textbooks) I think I'm going to get an A in history class. I've gotten back my last paper, and wheee, he liked it.

YAY. A few months ago, I applied for a summer tuition scholarship from the Honors Program, and I GOT it! 300 dollars, baby!

This has validated my self worth.

I love my dad.

Me: I'm going to teach you the running man. You can be Vanilla Ice
Dad: But I don't want to be Vanilla Ice
Me: What about Hammer?
Dad: I'd be Hammer.
Me: Will you wear the big pants?
Dad: I'll think about it.

Site Color

Is the lime (new) or the yellow (old) better? Ow, the lime hurts my eyes. The lime's a bit too "drag queen" for me, if you know what I mean. The yellow was too girly. Lime packs a punch! Lime. It's about time you deviated (if only a little) from the blogger template Neither the lime nor the yellow really works for "Angry White Girl." Pick something else Current Results

I think the number one indicator that finals are getting to me is the title I almost just gave my paper on Sartre:

Freedom and Responsibility (Existentialism style--break it down!)

yea. Of course, I ended up just cutting of the part in the paren's, leaving it nice and bland, suitable for professor consumption. I thought of naming it "Responsibility, what's that?" after the MXPX song, in the fine tradition I have of naming papers after punk songs (I had another paper, "Do you have the time to listen to me whine?" after Greenday's "Basketcase" in which I actually quoted another Greenday song, "She," in the paper), but I've sadly already used "Responsibility, what's that?" on a paper for my Westerns class last semester. You KNOW it's pathetic when you want to use the same punk song title/paper title more than once.

On a sadder note: I'm beginning to think I'm a very unoriginal person. I mean, i know I quote movies and TV quite a bit, but last week, I came up with a partial song, "How Many People Want To Skip Some Class?" ripped off of Stroke 9's "How Many People Want To Kick Some Ass?" And my roommate thought I stole it from SNL. I think that's sad, when you come up with an original joke and people still think you stole it off of TV. *sigh* Oh well.

Aww.....I was one of the blogs on P2P that got screwed. Dumb people who sign up and then don't do what they're sposed to! *shakes fist menacingly*

In other news: I should be studying for my finals/working on the two papers my Philosophy teacher made due DURING FINALS WEEK.

I LOVE site statistics. Previously, I had not been able to figure out sitemeter, but I finally have them. Anyway:

Someone found this site by searching for "Vicks Vaporub" +eat
I'm muchly tickled. And curious...... Especially since i'm like the no. 7 hit for it. Were they really desperate to find out whether or not you can eat vaporub? Maybe it was a public service of me to post the Vicks Vaporub Faq on here one day.

Someone also apparently found me by searching "foreign curse words." I'm no. 5 on google. If you came here looking for foreign curse words, and were denied, try www.insults.net. I'm happy to direct everyone to as much foreign cursing as they could hope for.

Whoever does Popism found my site from looking through his/her site log.

I'm 7 for Quiz Blog--as well as pimping out foriegn curse words and vapo rub instructions, I likes to pimp out the useless online quizzes I take.

#4 for girl blog, #4 for white girl. Again, curious :P

Now, I'm going to shut up about my logs unless something REELLY funny (really intentionally mispelled, thank you) turns up.

I have added three new pictures to my Photo Gallery. I know I'm not a great photographer, but I like to think my anecdotes make up for it.

FINALLY!

Without further ado, I give you: THE ROBERT G. BONE HAND OF FRIENDSHIP



It SO flicks people off.

AND, here's the rest of My Photos

WOOT! One of my other blogs, Troubled Youth, has been mentioned AGAIN! (I wouldn't even know it if I wasn't fooling around on google (narcissistically (sp?)) searching for my blogs and stuff.

Popism: The Pop Culture Blog:

Forget spray-paint, Troubled Youth vent their frustration with suburban ennui with post-it notes. Sample note left in a public library: "You have seven books on Britney Spears, but not a single copy of Kurt Vonnegut's 'Cat's Cradle'."

AWESOME!

And whoever wrote that was surprisingly astute. I hadn't really realized why I started it, but I DO harbor a large amount of "frustration with suburban ennui."

Yay. Troubled Youth was quoted in Random Blog Quotes! I AM getting the recognition I so richly deserve! The world shall be my oyster! Muahahahahaha (Obligitory evil laugh).

Speaking of the recognition I so richly deserve, I've also been linked at Alley Writer. (I'm under the Wierdos/Bullies/Chicks with Chains section, heh)
He has good taste. As does Srah of Random Blog Quotes. Go taste :P

My roommate and I have the most [dorky] fun, and I never blog about it. Well, I'm changing that, today!

Sometimes I forget how small she is... She wanted to borrow some pants yesterday. Not only were they awfully long on her, but they were practically falling down. (I do wear kind of big pants anyway) They were so big, she was able to do the "Look! I lost 50 pounds on the Jarod Subway Diet!" thing, holding them out with her thumb. Which she promptly did. We laughed.

Later yesterday, we rented some movies. We couldn't find anything too good, so we ended up with Shrek, and this other children's movie. The other movie is called "Murder, She Purred," and is based on some mystery books my mom reads where there is this cat and dog that "talk" to each other (the humans don't understand, of course) and help solve the mystery. Sadly, I'm not much of a mystery book reader, but I do read my mom's mysteries if they have animals in them, so though I'd not read the particular one this movie was based on, I was familiar with most of the characters. Roommate went outside, and I was the one who had to check out "Shrek" and "Murder, she purred," it was pretty funny/embarassing :P

Shrek was good as always, and Murder she purred wasn't too bad. However, Murder, she purred was a riot when it came to things we could make fun of it for.

At one point, the dog's eating something, and he's like "Mmmm, paprika!" Roommate's like "Do dogs like paprika?" and I was like "What I find funny is that he can tell that it's paprika. 'Hmmm...... Not oregono.... definately.....paprika!'"

Then later, the dog finds some cheese on the floor and is like "Mmmm, dirty cheese!" We laughed so hard. Do we really need to be informed that the cheese is dirty? It IS on the floor. Who even wrote that line? "Hmm.... not oregono.....not paprika......definately......dirt!"

Plus, Ricki Lake played the main character, so every so often we had to be like, "Keep your hands off my man!"

Then, the cat was overly paranoid, and kept saying things about how this one guy is a murderer. There's this one line she says about him eating his own mother, and it comes out of nowhere. I just imagined a group of writers writing this, and one guy being like, "Lets make the cat think he's baking his own mother into meatloaf and serving it to Ricki Lake!" And the other guys all turning to him, and being like, "Sometimes we worry about you, Bill." Roomate said she imagined that when that line came up, one of the other writers was like "well, we'll put that in. But only if you let me put in my thing about dirty cheese!"

And Ricki divorced 9 months ago, and everyone's trying to hook her up with the murder suspect. They act like she's crazy for not starting dating again before this. We joked about how she must have a gaping hole in her soul, being without a man for a whole 9 months.

Yea, I know this is a weird post :P