July 30, 1999
I didn't update because I was working diligently on a new section for Deep Water.
I KNOW I will not be able to update tomorrow, because I have to work in the morning, and then I'm going to visit friends out of state, and I have to work the next morning, so I don't think I'll have the energy to update.
Want to hear how dumb I am? I know you do. Ok, while I was making the new section, I wanted to align text and an image. I couldn't figure out how to do it, and I was getting all annoyed, so I looked it up in my Creating Web Pages for Retards type books. And it was the simplest thing in the world. Boy, dumbass me.
Updates: Some picks of mine.
July 28, 1999
I can't stand AOL sometimes. Today some loser IMs me and tries to act all big and bad, and he's like, 3 years younger than me. So I told him to piss off. Well then he got rude, so I TOSsed my conversation with him so that he'd get in trouble. Then I realised that I'd told him to "fuck off". So I write this letter to the TOS general telling him that I NEVER use objectionable language on AOL, and that I was being harassed and I felt threatened, blah blah blah. I was worried they'd delete my account, again. They deleted it last year for some retarded reason, and I called them and told them it was stupid, and they gave it back to me. Assholes. Anyway, they didn't, so I'm happy. My parents would kick my ass if it happened again, and I wouldn't be able to go to Belgravia anymore.
I swear, AOL is Big Brother. Those damn TOS police are everywhere. You let one little "hell" slip, and they're all over you.
July 27, 1999
First of all, thanks a lot Dogpile search engine. Someone searches for 'Monkees fanfic erotic' and comes up with my page. Uh, no.
Why must everything be so damn cliquey? Every time I go to read my mailing lists, I end up skimming most of them because of the cliquish crap that goes on there. I refuse to unsub because of this annoyance though. I usually just delete the posts of people I detest (usually one person at every list, sometimes 2 or 3), and skim the rest of the posts. This irritates me to no end. I'm sick of being on the 'outside' no matter what I do, or what it pertains to. Real life, mailing lists, message boards, web pages, blah blah blah. All the same.
July 26, 1999
Does anyone remember that magazine Sassy?? I subscribed to it for about 3 years when I was in elementary school, and it was my favourite magazine in the world. It was chock full of grunge type fashions, intelligent articles and reviews, and smartass college students' writings.
What ever happened to Sassy? I know it's no longer published, but why did they stop making it? And when? I miss that magazine, it truly was the best teen magazine ever made.
July 25, 1999
Tracie was talking about bitchy managers the other day, and I must jump in on this one. I'm only 16, but I've had numerous jobs up to this point, and I plan on getting a new one soon. Anyway, managers are all asses. The only manager I ever had that wasn't an ass was when I did piecework for my aunt. Other than that, all of them have sucked.
When I worked at a restaurant, my manager was this wacky old man that would always "forget" to pay me. I'd have to wait HOURS for him to remember. Then he left, so one of the waitresses bought the place. BITCH. She fired me because she wanted to give her precious slob of a nephew my job. That is BAD managing. Her nephew sucked at bussing tables, and he never did any work at all.
My manager now doesn't really yell at me, because she knows that I am the best person she has working for her. She always gripes about how awful everyone else is...that's not good managing either. We just hired this bitchy girl that used to come in all the time. She is fucking 14. I told my manager I didn't think she was 16, but she claimed she was. Then she handed in her working papers, and my manager is PISSED. The girl sucks anyway. You are supposed to be out of there at 10. My first night, I got out at like, 10 past. At 10:30 on her first night, she called my manager in. So she came in her pj's, thinking she was going to help her cash out. Well this idiotic girl hadn't even started cleaning yet. She's about to get fired.
Then, I get lectured on cleaning (the same cleaning I do EVERY FUCKING NIGHT) by some girl that hasn't worked there for a year. I'm quitting as soon as I can find another job; I am not putting up with shit like this anymore.
Updates: A brand new ramble about Woodstock.
July 22, 1999
Am I bitch? I mean, I know I'm a bitch, but does it make me a bitch because I get annoyed by people so easily? Seriously, you have no idea how simple it is for someone to annoy me. The thing is, I don't know if they person is really annoying, or if I'm just being bitchy. I mean, there are some instances where the person is obviously being annoying, like talking about me behind my back and then acting nice to my face. THAT is annoying. But sometimes just the way people talk annoys me. Like people that say things like 'kewl', 'ur', 'u', etc. You have no idea how much that irritates me. When someone IMs me spelling like that, I tell them off. Is this rude, or are these people actually annoying? People that are always happy or nice to everyone annoy me too. I'm all for being happy and nice to people, but my god, all the time?! That's crazy! Even if I don't like someone, I try to at least tolerate them, or ignore them if I really can't stand them. But actually being nice? Forget it! My mum always says that if someone is annoying or rude, you should 'kill them with kindness'; I'd rather just kill them, thanks.
BTW, thank you to Natalie for answering my question about cup o'noodles. ;)
July 20, 1999
Am I the only person that watches Happy Hour??? I hope not, because this show makes me laugh my ass off. Plus, Dwezil is quite attractive, but that's beside the point.
My newest addiction is online chats with celebrities. I cannot get enough of them. It's just so much fun! You have to bring friends, of course. My first one was last summer with Ringo Starr...it was tons of fun, except for the fact that my computer kept kicking me offline. I didn't go to any after that, for some reason. Then last week, I went to a John Entwistle chat at yahoo, and had a ball. Today I went to one with Topher Grace (Eric, from That 70's Show!), and he answered not one, but 2 of my questions! I know I'm a dork, so please don't feel obligated to tell me. What places besides AOL, E!online, and Yahoo! have celeb chats? Anyone know? Anybody? Bueller?
Updates: A brand new idiots page.
July 18, 1999
Ok, so it's actually the 19th right now, but I'm going to update later on in the day, so this is counting as yesterday's update. Deal with it.
Since I was a kid, I have had this insane fear of fire. I'm not just talking about a childhood fear that goes away, I mean a fear that actually made me sleep on the couch in my living room every so often throughout my life. See, my room is in the attic. I have always been afraid that my house would catch on fire and I'd be trapped up there. I don't know why, but since I was 5 years old this has worried me. I haven't had one of my 'episodes' (which involves me having a vision of my room bursting in flames, and me screaming in the corner, unable to breathe through the smoke and intense heat) in a while...but last night I had one out of the blue. I'm almost positive it had something to do with the JFK jr thing. Anyway, I had an episode and had to go downstairs and sleep on the floor in my brother's room in the air conditioning <coughSPOILEDBRATcough>. You have NO idea how uncomfortable it is for me to sleep on a wooden floor. I am VERY bony. That means I have to sleep on my back, which I cannot do for some reason. It takes like, a year to fall asleep. But, it's better than burning to death in my room. Yes, I do think I'm insane...why do you ask?
BTW, the people who keep signing my book to try to get on my idiots page are really annoying me for one reason and one reason only; I actually have to UPDATE the damn idiots page when they sign it, and that is a pain in my ass. So, it'll be a few days before I get to update it. <sigh>
Updates: The lonks page. And for the love of GOD, I MEAN to spell it that way! If one more fucking person corrects me, I'm going to scream.
July 17, 1999
I feel so bad for the Kennedy family. They really are cursed. JFK jr was my favourite one, too. This sucks.
I really need to update my lonks page...but I'm too tired to do it tonight. Tomorrow I'll try to get to it. Oooh, Dazed and Confused is on! I love this movie, but I refuse to admit it because it is such a popular movie at my school with all the wannabe potheads. I hate those people, they ruin everything I like. For instance, I have been a DMB fan since I was in 6th grade...that's about 6 years ago. Then in 8th grade all these assholes had to make them trendy, and now DMB is theirs or something. It's hard to explain, but those people suck. One of the most annoying things about them is that they NEVER STOP bragging about how cool they are because they smoke pot. I have no problem with people smoking weed, but shut the fuck up about it already! Because if one more of them feels the need to tell me how cool they are because they got wasted the got the other night, I swear to god I am going to kick their wannabe ass. Luckily, I am enlightened enough to know that everything is balanced, and that they'll one day realise how childish they were.
You wanna hear something totally bizarre? I was reading Laurie's page the other day, because I had rediscovered it. Then I noticed she mentioned something about her boyfriend Chris. So I go to his page, and it's this guy that goes, well went, to my high school. If you want to see how fucked up my school is, just read his journal. People here SUCK. His journal is the best I ever read, but that's probably because I actually know the people he talks about personally, and I know the story behind some of the stuff in there. It won't be up much longer, so go, and go now!
Updates: Yet ANOTHER idiot.
July 15, 1999
I'm in a much better mood today...somewhat better, anyway. I swear, sometimes I'm bipolar or something.
Here is my question, perhaps someone intelligent will know the answer, because I sure don't. How in the hell does Cup O' Noodles have 14g of fat in it?!?! It's noodles, some powder, freeze dried veggies and chicken, and water....how does that make 14g of fat?!? Is the powder like, powdered lard or something? Someone please explain this one to me.
I am so sick of teenyboppers. The saddest part is that they don't know they are teenyboppers. Quite a few people I know are so trendy and teenybopperish, I want to strangle them. AAAAAAARGGGGGGHHHH!!!!! You can't understand how annoying it is. Here is my definition of a teenybopper, btw. Teenybopper (noun)- one who is a teenager, and acts like a total child about everything, such as musical groups, TV show, etc. Likes things that are trendy, but fails to see this. Annoys the living hell out of me. So there you go. Another bunch of people I hate are spoiled people. I seriously get so mad that my fist clenches (when my fist clenches, crack it open; before I use it, lose my cool....oops, sorry). It comes from the fact that my family doesn't have the money to spoil me, and that spoiled people just plain SUCK. Like people whose parents buy them fucking cars. DIE SPOILED ASSHOLES. Ok, I'm done. That just really pisses me off beyond belief, you have no idea.
July 13, 1999
I am so sick of everyone. The net is getting more and more cliquey, and it's annoying me. All my Monkees friends don't like me anymore or something, and I miss my best friend. I saw him yesterday, but that only made it worse. I'm going to see him again soon, but I miss seeing him every day, and having him around. And I feel like all my friends are leaving me out and it really sucks. I feel like things are going back to the way the used to be, when I didn't have any close friends. I have a terrible migraine and a fever right now, and I'm over here crying because my mum just told me to wash my dishes...there is something wrong with this picture. Maybe I should take a break from this page, no one likes it anyway.
Updates: One more idiot to add to my collection.
July 10, 1999
I have a confession that is going to make Tina want to come after me with a sharp object; I love Seth Green. I know, it's pathetic...the whole obsession started after I had that dream about him. I mean, after I saw the first Austin Powers I recognised him from IT, and thought he was cute. That was like, 2 years ago. Then I had that dream about him last month, and now I'm obsessed. It is so sad. Help me. Please.
I have a new favourite song, too. I Do (Cherish You) is the most beautiful song I have heard since Angel of Mine. So what if it's by a teenybopper group...it is such a great song. It almost (and I stress the almost) makes me tear up. I want it to be my wedding song, and I want the singer guy from 98 degrees to sing it. Ok, so I find him attractive (even though he is cloned by 3 other band members in the same group)...I'm sure my husband won't mind. Of course, that is all a dream because I know I'll never get married. Damn. And I was really looking forward to having that 98 degrees guy sing to me on my wedding day.
Updates: Just some randomness.
July 9, 1999
I'm baaaaack. My vacation was not fun, but it was amusing at times. Here is a day by day layout of what I did, just for your entertainment.
| Saturday | Sunday | Monday |
| Everyone in my family swam in the hotel pool, as it was 96 degrees. I, having my 'monthly illness' was unable to swim, and had to sit there and watch them all be cooled off. Then we went out to dinner, and I had to sit at the kiddie table, even though I was the oldest 'child' there, being almost 17. A baby cried throughout the meal, and the guy behind me had a nervous breakdown or something. | I was forced to go to an amusement park in 100 degree weather, where I couldn't go on any water rides. I met DMX, who was out on bail, and completely insolent. | I was forced to go whitewater rafting, where I had to hear my cousin cry the whole time, and my mum was thrown from the raft at the roughest point of the rapids, along with my uncle. After the rafting, we had to ride back to the place on a bus that was reminiscent of the busses used to bring Jews to concentration camps. Then we went to dinner, and I had to listen to my other cousin cry the whole meal. |
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| Tuesday | Wednezday | Thursday |
| My family decided to rent a boat and go out on it for the day; I opted to stay in the air conditioned hotel room and watch TV all day. Until there was a huge storm, and the cable went out. I was then bored out of my mind, though a cute cleaning guy hit on me, so at least something interesting came out of it. | We left Lake George for Cooperstown to see the baseball hall of fame, which I was not interested in seeing in the least bit. I like baseball, but I'm not a fanatic or anything. I attempted to go shopping, but this town is the biggest hick town I have EVER seen. I saw Hillary Clinton at the hall of fame, and within seconds there were hundreds of press people up her ass. I always thought that was just how movies were, not real life. I stayed at a bed and breakfast, where the people churn their own butter and stuff. Freaky as hell, I'm telling you. | I attempted to go shopping again, but was unsuccessful. Ended up leaving early for Rhode Island, and read Davy Barry is from Mars and Venus in the car to keep myself entertained. |
There you have it...one of those is bold and won't go to normal, sorry. It is pissing me off too.
July 2, 1999
This is my last update before I leave for a week, so until Friday, you will have to read old stuff here. Sorry. Too bad I don't have a laptop.
I didn't get to add the thing I wanted to in time, so you'll just have to settle for a new ramble.
I have the coolest room. Really. It isn't some fantastically modernly designed room, or anything even resembling pretty. It's just cool. My room is the entire attic, so it's nice and big for me to fit all my junk up there. And believe me, I have a LOT of junk...I collect some weird things. If you to one area, there is a bookshelf full of Monkees stuff; albums, CDs, books, videos, etc. Then if you turn to face the opposite wall, there is another bookshelf FULL of books on any subject you can possibly imagine. To the right of that is a mini shelf with She-Ra and strawberry shortcake action figures on it. If you turn to face the other wall, there's a framed New Kids on the Block personalised autographed picture, right next to the paintings of John Lennon and Bob Dylan I bought from some hippie at an art festival. That's just a tiny taste of the eccentricity of my room. Did I mention I have pink wallpaper with cats on it....?
Updates: A new ramble.