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September 20, 2003
September 19, 2003
manners
Its pretty pathetic when your dog has better table manners then your friends.
Talk like a Pirate day
Guess its fitting considering that a major percentage of the eastern shore inbetween Maryland and North Carolina is in water. Might as well talk like a Pirate while you float around.
Roll Call
"Mookie?"
"Riffic!"
"Victor?
"Yo!"
"Nic?"
"Here!"
"Dad?"
"Howdy"
"Kevin?"
"Here on battery power"
"Silverblue? ...
Roxette?...
Bill?...
Alice?....
Wind rider?..."
Well from what I can tell, we’re all alive. No damage in my neighborhood beyond that one tree. Still waiting for mom to get me the pictures. *grumbles* oh well.
Don't know what's up with the missing ones, they're probably just with out power.
September 18, 2003
Bah!
flicker flicker go the lights...
And Izzy Hates Us all...
As she makes the lights flicker, once, twice, three times.
I feel like I'm in a disco.
But the power hasn't flickered enough to shut down my PC or reset my clock, so I'm not too worried, just annoyed.
First Tree Down.
My court is the shape of an oblong tear drop. And at one point it narrows so that only one row of cars can get through at a time. From my front door I can see the narrow section, and of course, with accordance to Murphy's laws, a tree is down. There's about 4 guys working to clear it, but its obvious it will take some time. Fun!
I have some pictures, post them when mom uploads them
Gym teachers suck. And so do Paooki
Picture it! 2003 Tennis Courts at High school. (Tell me why i feel like Sophia)
Anyway. My 'friend' (mostly we just trade insults) hit my brand-new, bright green tennis ball into the corner where the fences meet. I of course grumbled and walked over to get it, where I saw the biggest PAOOKI EVER! It was the size of my fist in all, the body it self was the size of my finger. Needless to say, I screamed!
My gym teacher who was 4 courts over (length wise) heard me, and came over. Me who was freaking out and deathly afraid of Paookis (I’ll explain why in a minute) pointed and said KILL IT! PLEASE! Mr. Denard refused *sniff* Oh I was so mad! The rest of the day I refused to go to the corner (left about 3 tennis balls over there) and any time the teacher came near I grumbled about it. I hate Paookies, and now I know what Serenity was feeling when she had to face the Paookies (am I spelling that right?).
Why am I so afraid of Paooki? Blame Dad (dude I’m linking a lot today, GO ME). A year or two ago, there was a Paooki. Innocent enough, dad had me step on it. The thing exploded! There were hundreds, no thousands! Of Paooki EGGS! Me being me, I ran and got hair spray where I promptly froze them in their tracks and joyful stomped on them, and then vacuumed them up. Bad day. Bad day.
Isabel is a-coming.
So you know what my mom said?
"Clean the house."
Great mom. Love you too. We're about to get our butts kicked in a hurricane and you want the house dusted. And no I'm not being sarcastic. Never.
*grumbles*
Wonderful... Just Plain Wonderful
Nothing like going to the school clinic and finding these above the sick beds.
September 17, 2003
Nuts!
You know what I hate? When I come up with a great idea for a post. And then I forget it. Gah!
Any way, I think it is time for me to write another History. If you recall my previous one was on the Gecko. This time its on my nuts. Each nut has a separate but definitely unique history, so they will be referred to as Nut1 and Nut2 from here on out.
Nut1 was first obtained on my 14th birthday, much to my parents dismay. My friend Jesse gave him to me upon Jesse’s arrival to my party, mostly because the only thing he gave me was a box of chocolate. Now Jesse upon our farewell (after he made out with my friend Jen), slipped Nut1 upon my chain of ‘Balls’ (to be referred to as Balls). It was my first successful ‘castration’ as Jesse stated. After Jesse left I was looking at Nut1 with my friend Sam who was spending the night. Well Sam noticed something odd about Nut1… it smelled like weed. Personally, I didn’t know the smell until she told me, I just thought it smelled a lot like the school bathrooms in G hall. Upon this discovery me and Sam had no idea how to get the smell out! I knew mom and dad would freak if they noticed the smell, so we promptly got online, and after yelling at Jesse we found out that we could burn the smell out. So we did. We took a candle with a long wick and little wax, slipped the nut on the wick, and lit the wick on fire. I must say it was rather fun. After about an hour, the nut was thoroughly coated in Vanilla scented wax so we blew out the candle and went to bed. When we woke we dug it out, and ran it under hot water to remove the wax. It hasn’t smelt like weed since.
Now Nut2 has a simpler history (with out the weed). I wore Nut1 constantly-mostly because I was too lazy to do other wise- and a plumber at my friend’s house (we were building it) noticed it. He then decided that if I was going to wear a nut, I need a second one.
Since I got Nut1 and Nut2 over 5 hundred people have touched them (I lost count at some point). But do not worry, they have both been soaked in lysole/ oxi-clean/ other cleaning fluids numerous times.
And that is the history of my nuts.
September 14, 2003
Vote Now
Vote in the comments on which one of these is the best:
Update: Added a third option!
By the way- all options can be intertwined. So a gecko could go on the fire or what not.
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If u can't tell-its for the Boarder. I want something Snazzier then just Fire Letters.
Silly Rabbit- Trixs for kids!
Ah yes, who does not love a poodle? I mean they are so cute, adorable, and quite smart. I mean what other brand of dog can be trained to say “Ou(t)” (poor dog can’t pronounce the T). Once in a super market some kid was sitting in a cart demanding to be let “Ou”. And of course my mother turned to me and said “See Rachael! He sounds just like Trix! I told you poodles were smart!” I was so horrified that she did that.
Trix also has the remarkable ability make his toy squeak. Much to my personal dismay. I swear that dog must practice squeaking that thing, He can do it for hours. *Sighs* Well at least he doesn’t eat his own poo anymore (we feed him tenderizer).