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Thursday, February 28, 2002
*grins and bounces* Did you see the Grammy's last night? Did you? Did you see U2? They fucking killed. Walk On was like, the best performance all night, and they won four of their eight nominations, and Edge talked, and they got shown lots cause they were in the front row, and EDGE TALKED!! ^___^
*Nsync really just should not have showed up, tho. I mean...okay, I missed seeing Joe at the last couple awards shows I watched, and Lance in leather pants is always a Good Thing, but whoever came up with the idea of fucking up two songs at once with that horrible rap remix bullshit *cough*Justin*cough* needs to be dragged out into the street and shot. My mom actually suggested that they should let Justin go do his hip-hop schtick by himself, and just replace him and keep going. *snerk* Ya gotta love the woman, ya really do....
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Wednesday, February 27, 2002
Ladies and gentleman, a portait of beauty.
Oddly? Not cheering me up. I'm freezing, and in pain, and sadly, not in the least bit sleepy. So I figured I'd come and check on some auctions for my mom...blather endlessly about nothing. Same old, same old. Snafu and yeehaw. Someone shoot me.
I watched Jeepers Creepers and volume one of Blue Seed earlier. I'm not really sure how I feel about either of them. I think my main problem with Blue Seed tho, is Amanda Winn's decision to play Momiji as the worst parts of Serena and the dub Miaka rolled into one girl, and then placed on steroids. Must...see...sub.... *twitch*
Jeepers Creepers, tho...I...ok, see, the end...and...explain the thing with the crows? Oh, excuse me, the thing with the crows-and-one-random-raven. *rolls eyes* I mean, I think I liked it for the most part, it some really original bits to it, but then there were other parts that were just....what? Like, what college-age male would have a fucking rose tattooed by his navel? And what was with the hinting at the sister being an abuse victim, and then completely ignoring it for the rest of the film? And is it me, or did the filmmakers not actually decide what they wanted the monster to be until the last fifteen minutes? And was I the only one who read the back and then went, "that was the 'scariest opening sequence in recent memory'? Dude, TRL is scarier than that...." or is it just that my idea of "opening sequence" is a shorter frame of time than the rest of the universe?
...................I'm the only one who's actually bothered by Hollywood's inability to tell the difference between crows and ravens, aren't I?
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Tuesday, February 26, 2002
So...last week, the ex-boyfriend of my oldest friend hung himself. I didn't really know him myself, we only met a few times, but I heard about him often, and he was a friend to people near and dear to me. And it pains me that I wasn't there for them, that this huge thing happened to two people who I love more than anything, and I didn't even know. I hate being so far away. I hate that just over the state line is so far away.
Ugh. I feel so petty and useless right now. I just hope they know what they mean to me, and that if there's anything they need from me, all they ever have to do is say it. Janey, Mel...you guys truly are my best beloveds. Always.
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Sunday, February 24, 2002
Watched the closing ceremonies with the parentals. *Nsync sang the national anthem. *grins* A capella. *grins wider* My boys did good.
I'm not entirely surprised that they did a good job, it was, after all, their performance of the anthem at the World Series a couple years ago that made me go, "Shit. They can sing." Still, this was mildly more important, and they came through, and is it weird that I'm proud of them?
Sadly, aside from the guys, the only high points were Scott Hamilton and Charlotte Church. Both of whom did great jobs, but really, when we're talking a two hour ceremony, and the only parts really worth being there for clock in at under fifteen minutes...there's just something wrong.
Altho...my dad and I did have a really good time making fun of the suck. ^^;
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Friday, February 22, 2002
Okay, these? Just a bit fucking awesome.
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I think FX is my favorite station. I mean, they play old reruns of Buffy -- y'know, from back when it was good -- four times a day. This morning, I finally got to see the first half of This Year's Girl (insert cheering and wild calls of "WOOOOOO, FAITH!" here). And y'know, there's just something odd about watching Buffy at seven in the morning....
And in other good news, everyone seems to like this layout. Everyone being the whole two people that I've asked. *lol* This gives me happies, tho, cause I keep thinking the only reason I like it is because of the Joey. And that....that'd just be wrong. Not nearly as wrong as my urge to ask Amel if she'd let me redo her blog in shades of Chris Kirkpatrick, of course, but.... *evil grin* Hey, is it my fault they have the same falsetto?
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Wednesday, February 20, 2002
I was meant to be a member of L'arc~En~Ciel! I'm not too crazy when it comes to how I dress or how I make my music, but I'm still cute. Which J-Rock Band Should You Be a Member Of?
*lol* Thanks, Des.
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Monday, February 18, 2002
*grins* I am so pleased with myself right now, you have no idea. Ah, the Joeyness of it all.
My only problem with this version? The name. I chose it when I was going to use shots from the Gone video for the layout, but then I saw this bit of goodness from TeenPeople, and decided this was better. It still fits, tho. Kind of. Just not like it would've. But y'know, I'll get over it. Or I won't. Whichever.
Oh! Another bit of happy? *points to the side bar, bottom* Finally made a linker for dQ that doesn't suck diseased rhinoceros scrotum. Also? It matches. You should use it. *hint-not-at-all-subtle-hint*
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Sunday, February 17, 2002
Handpuppet Theatre presents X
*laughs till she wets herself*
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HEY!!! Who wants to come to my house and play the Buffy boardgame with me? Huh? C'mon, I'll let you be the Forces of Darkness! You can start an apocalypse and everything! Whadda ya say?!
.......oooh, come on!!!
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Thursday, February 14, 2002
Dear diary, I want to kill, and you have to believe its for more than just selfish reasons....
Altho, I'd settle for maiming and dismemberment, and I'm pretty sure it is in fact solely for selfish reasons, but I'd be hailed as a hero anyways, so does it really matter in the end?
Argh. I keep going Heathers lately, which is fine, whatever, it was a shaping influence in my life, so I'm not expecting it to dry up and die, but everytime I feel loony or pissed lately, Winona fucking Ryder starts doing a voice-over in my head. *twitches*
And isn't the whole point of using the "with password only" security option on ICQ so that you don't start up one day and find that your primary fucking number has just disappeared? Or am I on an entirely new kind of crack?
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Monday, February 11, 2002
Ok, so what the hell was that?!?! I mean, I knew going in that Valentine was bad. I remember watching the ads and thinking, "That really looks like something that could've been good, and then wasn't." And Amelia actually saw the damn thing in the theaters, and I seem to recall her main reaction being, "Just....don't."
But the book was actually pretty good. I mean, it wasn't gripping, but it was entertaining, and you weren't totally sure who the psycho former-nerd was until he stood before the last girl and went, "Hey! Gonna kill ya now." None of which can be said about the film. Which I don't think is actually based on the book, anyway. I mean, half the names are wrong, the pacing is wrong, the background is wrong, the murders are wrong....it really shoud've said, "Based loosely on a vague recap that we heard a few years back from a friend that we don't talk to anymore."
And can I just say, that while yes, I do get the point of giving the killer nosebleeds, it would've been so much more convincing if he'd gotten them when he was younger, as well. Just, y'know. Continuity. >,<
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Sunday, February 10, 2002
Aaaaaaaaand we're back! *twitches violently* Its always fun when the domain goes on the blink, isn't it, kids? Yeah, whatever.
I'm thinking of changing the decor. I mean, I really like the Claire-ness, and it looks cool, but I just kind of want it to be something else. I only have vague ideas, tho, and creativity is not my dearest friend when I get depressed.
And if someone could explain to me why I bought the new Buffy mag mere days after swearing off Joss' shows for good, I'd....hmm? Whazzat? James Marsters? Oh.....yeah, he does have that effect, don't he?
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Saturday, February 09, 2002
Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I may not forgive you. Encourage me, and I may not forget you.
- Dorothy Parker
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Thursday, February 07, 2002
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
And if I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
And if I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes.
The Who, "Behind Blue Eyes"
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Wednesday, February 06, 2002
I'm pretty sure "father" is just a really nice way of saying "fuckwad."
He's got a wife, who is kind, and pretty and apparently loves him, and is one of the sweetest, happiest people to ever live. He's got three kids, all in relative good health, two of whom are out of his hair for good, seem to be happy, and are involved in serious relationships. He's got four siblings who are all also in good health, and for some unfathomable reason like him. He's got a nice house, a neat little car, and all sorts of cool little models and figures that he so loves to paint and put together.
As far as I can see, his only real problems are me, and the fact that he's never happy with anything. And he apparently thinks a different house will solve all his problems. Like if he lives somewhere else, he suddenly won't be old as fuck anymore, and his circulation problems and his diabetes with just clear up, and the doctors will suddenly be intelligent, and his faboo wife and his nice siblings and his (mostly) happy kids will just magically be enough for him.
Yeah, well, guess what, old man? You don't know fuck-all about being unhappy, and you REALLY don't know shit about getting happy. When you've gone from hard laughter to tears in the span of three minutes, or spent a hundred dollars in one day trying to cheer yourself up after a near-breakdown, then we can talk problems and whether or not material goods ever solve anything. But until then, SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP.
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Tuesday, February 05, 2002
Remind me to never EVER watch anything spawned by Joss Whedon ever again.
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Monday, February 04, 2002
WHOO! Caught the SuperBowl halftime show with my 'rents. Yayayayayayayay!! U2 fucking rules, alright? Which, yes, I've known for some time, but Bono's voice is so many kinds of gone and they still rule everything, so HA!
Interestingly, my mom forgot Larry's name, but remembered me mentioning that Bono's jacket has had an American flag on the inside pretty much since 9/11. Or maybe its just interesting to me because I had such a damn crush on Larry back in the day, and I tend to babble a lot when I get entranced by someone. Altho, now that I think on it? Even while I had the so-called crush, it was all about Edge. He's just...he's my hero.
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Friday, February 01, 2002
I'm most like Daria:
Daria is the poster child for "teen misfit," and holds in high contempt what she sees as the shallowness and superficiality of the world around her. She is also cynical -- though she'd say she's "realistic" -- and mistrustful of authority, and doesn't hesitate to make her opinions known when she sees fit. She has a talent for writing, a sharp intellect, an even sharper tongue (her sarcasm could cut tempered steel), and a wit so dry it makes the Sahara look like a rain forest.
Which Daria Character are You Most Like?
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