Friday, November 01, 2002

n3il: So tell me. Why is M4x an Ee-rees poser?
i: he actually wore hislabel?
n: Yes, with pride.
i: ::grimace:: oh dear.
n: Was it not intended to be an honorific?
i: he keeps deciding that how i dress is cool and asking if he can do the same
i: no, it wasn't
n: He is to clothing what I am to speech patterns. Somehow, people don't seem to mind their speech patterns being kyped, but they get really sporking mad if you take their clothing style.
i: you prove your point admirably with the use of the word spork.
n: Mm, also Kype.
i: but spork is something i was trying to spread
i: whereas how i dress i like to keep to myself
n: Granted. Maybe that's it. For some reason, people take copying of speech pattern as a compliment. *shurg*
i: i guess it's mostly that m4x annoys me to no end anyway
n: Heh. He does that to a great many people...
i: i can't even figure out why. he just does.
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n: You're not A Sophomore. You're An Ee-rees, which is far more important.
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n: *six-step*
i: /
i: *?
n: This is what N3il does when he's most pleased. It works better online, because at the moment he's a bit inflexible, and if he actually tried it, he might harm himself.
i: i want a demonstration.
i: and don't harm yoursel. that would be bad.
i: *your self
i: minus the space
n: Quite understood.
n: (It's one of the two pieces of break-dancing I know)
i: ::cracks up:: wow. n3il break-dancing...that's one of the two funniest mental images i've had recently.
n: What's the other one?
(yeah, I thought so, too, until I learned how to do it. Strangeness)
i: at the train station cafe i saw this bus driver pick up the container of sugar and a straw and even though i knew he had coffee, i had this really funny mental image of him drinking sugar through a straw.
i: and cracked up. as did t0ni. and he ended up being our bus driver
i: and he let us on for free because we told him why we cracked up back in the cafe
n: *giggle* I LOVE when tht happens...
i: yeah
i: much fun
n: We managed that with CalTrain conductors a few times.
i: the caltrain conductors all know me
i: so if i forget my pass they just let me on for free
n: They rock [:-D]
i: yes
i: the conductors crack me up
n: Except for the one random really bitchy one.
i: there are a couple of those
i: which one do you know?
n: I don't know any of their names, I'm shamed to say. I only recognise a couple. I was better when I rode the train to Shakespeare camp every day.
i: [:-)] i (oops) don't know many of their names, either.
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i: i haven't seen her in way too long
n: "Tell her I agree."
i: yay.
i: 4bby kicks arse
n: "Oh, she does, too." (she goes back to describing the priesthood trying to recruit a friend of hers)
i: last night some lady tried to convert me and t0ni.
n: To what?
i: christianity of some sort
n: Which kind, tho? It's quite important.
i: we walk up and ring her doorbell, she opens the door, we say 'trick or treat' and the lady says 'are any of you believers in jesus christ?'
i: i don't know
n: YEEEEH!
i: she never tonld us and it didn;t say on the little booklet and coins she gave us instead of halloween candy
n: That's really scary... I'm guessing that'd be one of the scarier branches.
i: we all muttered and stared at our shoes and finally said 'no' and she told us we were all going to the 'lake of fire'
i: it was one of the truly weird experiences i've had.
n: That really makes the list.
i: yeah
n: That's... most unfortunate... On behalf of my former religion, I apologise.
i: three innocent atheists and an equally innocent jew out trick-or-treating victims of an attempted conversion
i: it was really amusing, though.
i: it took so much self control not to start laughing right there
i: and no apology necessary.
n: Mm, I still want Jehovah's Witnesses to come to my howse. I'd have so much fun.....
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::hits self on head:: i'm an idiot.

there's one question i want to ask someone but i think i'm too afraid of the answer.

last night was the first time in months i'd had a dream like that, and it made one thing painfully clear to me.

::sigh:: i should have known.

i'm unworthy and no matter what i'm doing i should certainly be doing something else and it's selfish to be thinking i'm unworthy all this me me me me self self self self self

Thursday, October 31, 2002

this welfare debate needs to DIE. grrrrr!

Wednesday, October 30, 2002

today was just weird. equallish parts good-weird and bad-weird. and yet at the end i was so amazingly hyper...go figure.

i got bored during aps and started stream-of-consciousness writing...and what i wrote scared and disturbed me just a bit, and it made me really sad. i continued it in spanish and have been mentally continuing it since. i would type it and post it here except almost everyone would know exactly who and what i'm talking about even though i never used the name.

::sigh::

i like your hair, by the way.

Tuesday, October 29, 2002

sunday night seems like a dream. i don't know why i have so much trouble believing that all my planning paid off and two nights ago (only two?), i saw ani difranco live.

i quote my father (who doesn't like ani difranco but who i saw smiling during the show): ani difranco is much better live.

eeeee!

i'm sitting in the c*sti libary listening to 'tear me down' and grinning because i just got an email from p4t: 'sure, i'm up for drag. call me sometime so we can talk more about it. [insert p4t's #].'

my hair still smells vaguely like pot. i almost don't want to wash it.