Ack! Liz is so inordinately stupid. I’m reading her last post. I can’t wait to see what she gets on her SATs. She can’t beat my verbal scores with a stick. I don’t remember what they are, but I remember they were in the 90-100th percentile. Something like 94th percentile. I have them on my wall, I’ll post them later.
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Liz’s blog. If she asks, you didn’t get the URL from me.
http://www.opendiary.com/entrylist.asp?authorcode=B244387
If this link doesn’t work, go to www.opendiary.com and search for the username +shibby+.
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Um…went home with Jordan, he made deviled eggs for the photography potluck thing while I tried to make gingerbread, but I had the wrong recipe so I ended up making gingerbread cake–very unfortunate. But the deviled eggs turned out fine. Um, I think I’m going to do good on my PoliSci test and my photography midterm. I wish we had open lab night instead of the potluck, but I guess sometimes there has to be breaks from work. Um, I was kind of in a bad mood–Jordan said something that was flagrantly wrong (that we really don’t smell things, we mostly taste them) and that really pissed me off and I ended up calling him stupid. That was kind of unfortunate, but I went and opened up Encarta (my computer encyclopedia) and showed hime the “Sense of smell” entry that confirmed reality, that we mostly smell things, and tastes are mostly smelling things. Then we were talking about something else–oh, on my refrigerator there’s a George Bush magnet that says a Bush quote: “They misunderestimated me” and I was saying that it would be worth a lot of money in the future, like if it was an “I like Ike” pin. I was all “tell me about that” and he said that Ike was a presidential candidate that ran and lost. I was all, wasn’t “Ike” the president Dwight D. Eisenhower? Handy-dandy encyclopedia, and I was right again. I feel bad about being right most of the time and having all these facts floating around in my head. Maybe this is a relationship more out of convenience than anything else. We like each other–let’s go out. I dunno. The sex has become very uninteresting, although that’s mostly my fault. I’ve just been so tired during the week, I don’t want to go some insane place to fuck. Maybe this weekend we’ll do something interesting, but I am just SO exhausted. Um, he left, and I iced my cake. I tried it–didn’t really like it, but I know I’ll be eating it anyway. I didn’t have any ingredients to make a good cake. Um, I read One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest for a while, then went to sleep. I’m in the Drift Office now, and Mike Ovick is installing InDesign on one of the computers in here. I can’t wait to fool around with it. This morning my dad is all “you need to clean up the kitchen” which really pissed me off, so I put on my headphones and just pictured the various ways of doing him to death–doing a mental compare and contrast on every competing method. I am really in favor of cancer, it would bankrupt him and kill him at the same time–glorious. And it might even bankrupt his mother. Ooh! I need a towel. Um–I’m actually awake for Religions, an amazing phenomenon. I can’t seem to find my wallet, but I really haven’t looked for it yet. I just want to check out a book from the library, but don’t have my card. Maybe I’ll ask her if I can do it anyway if I have my social security number. She might do it. I searched and searched that library, and all I found was Charles Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities. It’s a nice edition though, with easy-to-read text, so that’s why I want to read that version of it. Damn no library card. It sucks we won’t get to work today–with the potluck and everything. Maybe I’ll go in early and make some enlargements. Hmm. Well, back to the grindstone. Grindstone–lol. I’m making transparencies for the next time I have photography.
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Biology test wasn’t so hard–but I only got one lab write-up done, which sucks. Some wierd freaks are in here. This fat lady and her husband. How can men marry ugly, fat women. It boggles my brain. I want to go read but I’m hungry. I think school just got out. I saw Starr and Natasha–I intensely dislike them. Was hanging out with Jack, that one obese guy from Biology, and Tish for a while–we told some good jokes to each other. I e-mailed my mom about this one thing, we drove by my house last week and there were a million asian kids everywhere–and I was whining “gooks live in my house” for days. Um–I’m hungry. Tawna and Tara aren’t here. There’s nothing to do. I think I’m going to go into the Drift Office and read One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.
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Stayed up late night before last watching Breakfast at Tiffany’s–slept through Religions. Finished The Plague, moving on to One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey. I’m really into it, it’s very good. Um, I have to do all my lab write-ups today and study for my Biology test that’s at one-thirty. I’m going to take a nap now so I’m more rested. Oh shit, I forgot a lunch. I’m fucked. I’m going to be so hungry. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Oh, maybe I’ll pop one of the packages of ancient popcorn in the office. Hm. Off to nap.
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> Rammstein – B�ck Dich
> Covenant – Dead Stars (Club Version)
Just finished leaving a semi-insulting note on Liz’s blog–she is such an imbecile. Stuff happened today, but I’m too lazy to post it now. I’m going to bed. I hope to be awake for Religions of the World at 9:30.
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OMG–Saturday was SO fun, Daniela and I went to the Elk Valley Casino–it was SO gaudy, garish, and white trash. We loved it. We gambled away a grand total of twenty-seven dollars, then went and rented Casablanca (I’d never seen it). Then I went to sleep on her couch, her mom was nice and let me stay over. Much fun. Unfortunately I didn’t get my lab write-ups done–but I need to ask the teacher a few questions before I can start (that’s my current excuse). We saw that guy Jeff at the casino, he was at the blackjack tables, but couldn’t leave with us to go see Casablanca because he had to “meet someone at twelve.” The rest of the night we kept brainstorming on what it could be. We wanted to play blackjack with him, but we didn’t know where to get chips. Oh, and we saw this lady that’s in our Government class. It was weird, but so fun.
Sunday I spent with Jordan, he came over to Daniela’s house looking for me (how cute) and we went out to my house. Jordan and I washed each others’ cars, and I learned how to parallel park with this thing my dad set up with gates. We washed Lisa’s car too out of boredom. Royce called, and we ended up hanging out with him and this friend of his, Justin. (I think his name was Justin). We went to Endert’s beach and hiked up the creek (literally). We first went down to this waterfall thing, then there was this tunnel with ledges on the side so we walked down the ledge through the tunnel. We then walked down the creek until we could get back up to the trail to get our shoes. We went down to the creek bed and walked up it until we got to this dam Jordan and Kevin had built a while ago. That took a while. Royce looked REALLY cute, but somebody had really bad BO. I don’t know whether it was him or his friend. I really wanted to take off my pants and dive into this pool thing, but I didn’t know the Justin kid so I felt uncomfortable. We dropped them off, and then Jordan and I went back to my house becuase my dad was going for groceries at four. Instead, he told us he was going to wait until after dinner. Jordan stayed for dinner, and we had fun. I washed the dishes, then I drove us into town (with my stereo on) to get groceries. I got q-tips and rubbing alcohol (necessities) and lots of food.
We went home, I put away the groceries, then Jordan and I went and played Monopoly for like three hours. I was constantly in debt through the whole game, but through owning the Boardwalk and Park Place with three houses on them I won. Jordan only bought three properties. How lame. I had enough money in properties to cough up $1000 and have four houses not mortgaged, but when he had to pay my $1200 rent on Park Place he could only come up with $800 with $300 of it cash and mortgaging all the properties (three) he had.
He went home, then I went out and watched Duckman (I LOVE THAT SHOW) until twelve while eating an apple with Swiss cheese (glorious) while doing so. Talked to Charley finally, he isn’t mad at me he just hasn’t been online much, then I went to bed. Woke up, got ready, Jordan picked me up, we stopped at Wal-Mart for me to get a binder for my prints, and then he dropped me off. I was transferring my prints to the print binder when Mike Ovick came into the Drift Office, that was weird, but I realized that I made an appointment to get interrogated by the human resources people. I checked my binder, and it was at 11:30. Checked the clock: 11:29. So I crammed everything in my backpack and went over to the office, but Throgmorton was walking around. They’d converted the distance learning room into an impromptu interrogation room. I felt like saying “where’s the big bright light to shine in my face?” That was very un-fun. I just told the truth–what else was there to tell? They were assuming I knew nothing about anything and were so leading me. They’re all “I hear you guys go on field trips and stuff–one to Sacramento, one to San Fransisco–and of course I had to speak up and say in the manufactured pause “Yeah, I went on the San Fransisco trip.” and then the fake “Really….” So lame. The whole interrogation episode really taints all the fun of the San Fransisco trip. Oh well–I guess we can’t all move away to Mendocino.
Oh, another development in the “I make more enemies than friends” chronicle is Liz. Daniela left an accidentally signed note on Liz’s open diary criticizing her, and now Liz knows that we don’t like her. I’m kind of embarassed about the episode, but the post Daniela criticized (Liz insinuating the reason she fails classes is because teachers like her boobs) was so downright insane, I can’t feel bad. Oh well. Must return to the Drift Office and check my Neopets account.
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> Orgy – Fetisha
For those of you scratching your head and going “huh?” about my new blog title, it says “I need a femme fatale,” except that I don’t literally want a femme fatale, I want a homme fatale. The definition of femme fatale might help those still scratching their heads.
Femme fatale:
1 : a seductive woman who lures men into dangerous or compromising situations
2 : a woman who attracts men by an aura of charm and mystery
Just change woman to man and there we go–J’ai besoin d’un homme fatale. I want some excitement in my life. J’ai besoin d’un homme fatale. Perhaps–actually I really want to learn French like INSANELY bad so I’m going to try to translate everything I can. Peut-�tre Taggart est mon homme fatale. J’aime Taggart la plupart du temps parce qu’il ne peut pas m’aimer. Andrew semble tr�s int�ressant, mais il est probablement juste une fa�ade. I can so read French. I can like, understand 80% of Romance languages if I see them in print. It’s all Latin. I LOVE FRANCE–I LOVE HAUTE COUTURE–I LOVE THE CHAMPS-ELYSEES–I LOVE COUTURE NOIR–I LOVE $600 SILK JACKETS–I LOVE RANDOM TRIPS WITH DANIELA–YAY!!!!
I need a towel.
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> Paulina Rubio – Don’t Say Goodbye
> A Perfect Circle – Judith
> Suicide Commando – Desire
EEK!!! FEMME FATALE STRIKES AGAIN!!! EEEK!!! EEEK!!! EEEKK!!!
Guess who I just talked to. No, really. Guess. TAGGART! No, I’m not still obsessed. No. Really. EEK! Molly is so right. He wants me. I would post the conversation in its’ entirety, but it would be a little too long. I’ll just give the highlights. I wonder if he still reads this. Well, disregard me eeks if you do read it. I’m just listening to Spanish pop and being all Daniela-ish–I know you don’t know what that means but I do so it’s okay. And then Daniela would read this and she’d go EEK! and I’d go EEK! And I’d go “Get it? The pelvis?” And we would bust into insatiable laughter. I am so in lust with Taggart. I have discovered this in the last month or so–I love emotionally unavailable men. I need a homme fatale. Fuck yeah I just used French, bitches. Oh! Oh! Take some more: haute couture, mise en scene, RENDEZ-fucking-VOUS. I am so psyched, I haven’t had such a great day in so long! A super-crazy random adventure pretending me and Daniela are married voyage to Brookings day, and then a conversation with Taggart. It all adds up to more than an omg–an eek. I’m like–on the verge of orgasm. Okay, Taggart quotes. Must subdue the EEKs. Okay, I’m going to the bathroom. Okay, brushing my teeth totally calmed down my eekness. Okay. The conversation. I can’t help myself, I’m posting it in it’s entirety. Oops, said bad things about people. Must edit.
dariusofthedark: hey
OutOfNiflheim: whats up
OutOfNiflheim: been awile
dariusofthedark: indeed
dariusofthedark: did you ever find my book?
OutOfNiflheim: i think my mom chucked it
OutOfNiflheim: i’ll get u another one
OutOfNiflheim: i swear
OutOfNiflheim: when u comin down next?
dariusofthedark: um, I don’t know
dariusofthedark: probably a holiday or something
OutOfNiflheim: spring break?
dariusofthedark: my spring break is week after next but I don’t have the $160 for a round trip ticket
dariusofthedark: omg I’ll be able to drive my car
dariusofthedark: I take my driving test this Tuesday
dariusofthedark: but I wouldn’t drive, it’s too far
OutOfNiflheim: sweet
OutOfNiflheim: hows school?
dariusofthedark: inexorably boring, as usual
OutOfNiflheim: so its school
dariusofthedark: I should have taken more classes, but they would have interfered with my social life. I’m taking a full load of credits–I guess if this is enough for the average person it should be enough for me
dariusofthedark: well, it’s basically glorified high school
OutOfNiflheim: lol
dariusofthedark: we haven’t been required to read a book yet
OutOfNiflheim: 13th grade
OutOfNiflheim: lol
dariusofthedark: LOL
dariusofthedark: it’s so true too
OutOfNiflheim: quality education
dariusofthedark: indeed
OutOfNiflheim: lol
OutOfNiflheim: hows ur social life
OutOfNiflheim: made any new friends?
OutOfNiflheim: last i heard u wher like alone
dariusofthedark: well, I have one good friend that I’ve had for months and months, lots of acquaintances, and my boyfriend
OutOfNiflheim: hows that going?
dariusofthedark: um–it’s okay. He’s basically [mean comment censored], but he’s fun to be around and the sex isn’t bad
OutOfNiflheim: i couldn’t picture you with a door knob
OutOfNiflheim: so basicly he’s a troph wife?
dariusofthedark: he’s a classic uber-gay guy–watches Trading Spaces obsessively, and he’s going to cosmetology school (which he constantly annoys me by calling it college)
dariusofthedark: he’s not a trophy wife–a trophy is something that one like, has to earn–
OutOfNiflheim: lol
OutOfNiflheim: wow
OutOfNiflheim: ok…how about a christmas ornament
dariusofthedark: it’s weird–I met him the weekend I got back from Sacramento–it was so convenient, I didn’t even have time to be depressed after the breakup
dariusofthedark: I guess I’ll give you that
OutOfNiflheim: lol
OutOfNiflheim: so how long have u been spoonen?
OutOfNiflheim: lol
dariusofthedark: we’ve been going out since the Sunday of the weekend I got back
dariusofthedark: which was like months ago
dariusofthedark: so how is your new beau?
OutOfNiflheim: well i felt like a whore but u beat me by 2 days
OutOfNiflheim: i’ve changed…i go to church now and we prey together…i can’t even pretend to be all holy…it just feel dirty
dariusofthedark: oh! I am easier than you are.
OutOfNiflheim: no we’re great she’s so awsome
OutOfNiflheim: she’s so out of my leage
dariusofthedark: you amuse me
OutOfNiflheim: how so?
dariusofthedark: i dunno. um–you go to church, you said?
OutOfNiflheim: hopfully in a different way than ur bueaty school boy
OutOfNiflheim: i was joking
OutOfNiflheim: i laughed my ass off at the passion
OutOfNiflheim: seen it yet
dariusofthedark: lol okay that was joke if ever there was bad joke
dariusofthedark: nope
dariusofthedark: I’m not going to subourn the media frenzy
OutOfNiflheim: its great
dariusofthedark: my rule in life is if something is popular, ignore it
dariusofthedark: it’s the only way to have a unique perspective
OutOfNiflheim: its historicly inacurate and the take artistic licence with the bible
dariusofthedark: lol
OutOfNiflheim: why are u never online?
OutOfNiflheim: different screen name?
dariusofthedark: we don’t even know what is historically accurate–the book was written 300 years after the event happened–the equivalent of us writing a book about 16th century France with no writings from the period to go on
dariusofthedark: nope–I just forget to sign on to AOL
dariusofthedark: I’m always on MSN
OutOfNiflheim: oh
dariusofthedark: I like signed on to AOL last week and my friend jon was on and I’m all “here are all my cool friends”
OutOfNiflheim: lol
dariusofthedark: yeah, like, jordan just left like twenty minutes ago
dariusofthedark: he has Mormon parents and they’re always doing shit to fuck with him, they instituted this new rule that if he’s not back by twelve he has to stay wherever he is
OutOfNiflheim: is that a bad thing?
OutOfNiflheim: kinda like when my mom kicked me out
OutOfNiflheim: lol
dariusofthedark: I dunno–usually we stay out until like two or three
OutOfNiflheim: but no sadistic sofa
dariusofthedark: LOL
OutOfNiflheim: good shit
dariusofthedark: the sofa haunts my nightmares
OutOfNiflheim: lol
OutOfNiflheim: i’m out
OutOfNiflheim: must sleep
OutOfNiflheim: school at 6
dariusofthedark: I don’t have classes friday
dariusofthedark: ha
OutOfNiflheim: need sleep
OutOfNiflheim: ass
OutOfNiflheim: tata
dariusofthedark: and I don’t have classes on monday until 1:30
dariusofthedark: bye
OutOfNiflheim: sign on aim more
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Added a bunch more clothing sites to my sidebar, I’m going to work on making a black template for Tara. Hmm–I don’t know what colors she wants everything–better quit while I’m ahead.
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