You give me that funny feeling in my stOMACH!!
Love rollercoaster! Why did that song leave the radio! Red Hot Chili Peppers KICK ASS!
*rocks out again!*
Pirated the beavis and butthead do America soundtrack of my brother. Yay for walter being home!
By the way, never watch pink flamingos. I loved it, it was hilarious, and it was psycho, but don't watch it. That is just further proof I have the sickest sense of humor in the continental united states. That would be the worlds most nauseating movie in the world by anyones standards. I had to run out the room twice, but the rest of it I was laughing while the collected party, including several of my brother's friends, looked near to puking.
Yup..
I had an odyssey yesterday that I will not bore you with, but I changed zip codes three times, mostly on foot.
Saw Mona Lisa smile. A good chick flick, if you are in the mood for a chick flick. And I was. I was too worn out to really laugh a lot at that point. Good movie to see with your mom. Do not pass it by, anyways. Its tres cute and not totally predictable as most chick flicks tend to be.
Neil, the cd rocks. The best of 2003 one is good, but it is chocolate to the other one's crazy double fudge amazing carmel-coated orgasm. Please send me the name of the band and the names of the songs so I may learn some spanish lyrics and groove along.
I apologize again for the audblog. I torture your eyes with orange, torture your mind with my self-absorbed ranting, then I give you a completely incomprehensible soundbite.
I'm a great friend!
...>_<....
Been talking to two D-dogs that I don't usually see. They are fun to holden-style shoot the breeze with as it were. Dee and Dave. Cool guys. A reminder that theres still some sanity left in America. Raw emotion, as it were. I miss that sometimes. People don't really get angry or talk about getting angry around me if they actually know me. Cept Emily. I LOVE YOU EMILY!
Heres my ode to Emily.
Emily-You are honest. That is so freaking awesome. You actually tell me when I'm annoying and when I talk about myself too much. You have the same overly violent sense of humor. You don't lie to me. You don't need to talk about me behind my back, because you say everything to my face. Not to mention you are funny, intelligent, crazy, a crackerbox full of energy, a good DDR player, good figure (sorry, had to say it you are a freaking hourglass!), really cool hair that curls awesomely, and you are not a phony! Emily quinn, you are fucking awesome and if you ever feel unlucky at some point I want you to go "Hey, I'm Emily!" because you are so freaking lucky to have your personality. I believe it! I LOVE YOU! BWAHHHH!
..I'm not a female holden..or charlie..or even stargirl...I'm Hannah...those are book characters...
O ya, Melissa READ THAT!! Stargirl, I mean. Anyone else who hasn't yet should also read that. It helps you understand myself and miss Molly's existence a little better. Not totally, but better. Little things like "why I don't get angry at people".
If I wasn't me, I'd have zoned off in the middle of this entry reading it by now. I need a new layout with bigger type. At her-own-eyes.org. With a black background. And photographs of cheese instead of the orange.
...*clunk* 'meda i think I heard a hint drop O_o.

"Oh Raymond, more than my own shit do I love you!"-umm..don't see pink flamingos (giggle).

Audblog sucks and I want to kill it.
No, my mind sucks for completely forgetting what the hell I was doing at the end of it and posting it anyway even though I was fully aware it sucked.
But the gif looks pretty!!

"I totally don't understand adults.
My mom has one of her good friends over right now, and they're in the kitchen talking. Now, Mo always comments on how she likes this particular friend because she's funny and isn't boring, etc. But they've been talking about different types of hot chocolate and some plants or something for the past 30 minutes. I'm not quite sure how this is exciting or not-boring.
Why do grown-ups think such weird things are fun to talk about? Plants aren't fun to talk about. Maybe hot chocolate is ok to talk about, but... Come on. It's not Dinosaurs or rocktastic music, or things that bounce when you throw them.

I just don't get it.

Edit: Ok, nevermind, her friend totally just randomly said " Why are all the ugliest people belly dancers?""-temmas blog from a couple o weeks ago

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O baby o baby merry festivus!!
My. parents. Kick. ASSSS!!!!!!!!!!
I recieved amazing musical earmuffs (bass headphones that make me look like I should be countrolling an airplane, and make me feel like i'm inside the freaking bass listening to the concert while some dude plucks the strings in front of my face). I also recieved a ritual knife. A gOOD ritual knife. White oak. O man. Norse, too. Ooo. By the way, ritual knife is not used for cutting anything living without its permission. I do not do animal sacrifices. it's actually horribly against wiccan beliefs to do that for any ritual purpose. Plants, with permission, animals, no way in hell. Bad karma.
Walter gave me a Colonel Les Claypool's Fearless Flying Frog Brigade CD. With the bass headphones..o man...whoooooOOOoooOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Les Claypool is the shit. And the best bass player in America.
Also recieved various candies and 100$ from grandpa. Also also recieved day-to day vocabulary calander. Me no need new word. I have many long word. Bof.
O man this is a hella tight christmas. no...festivus.
Merry Festivus!
Also! Last night I made mom's present and finished dads. They turned out freaking amazing. Dad's i've been working on for some time. It's a sculpture of my head made of wire, broken cd's, pieces of fabric, and sharpie. it's now on my fireplace. Grotesque, but very cool.
Mom's was an I <3 Mommy collage/mobile made of broken cd's, more wire, sharpie, tacky glue, photographs, and LOVE. She adores it. I am now on her "good side" as it were.
Aww man theres this recording of Les singing shine on you crazy diamond..holy shiznap!!!!That's my favorite pink floyd song! AHHH!

Remember when you were young/ you shone like the sun
Shine on you crazy diamond
Now theres that look in your eyes/ like black holes in the sky
Shine on you crazy diamond/
You were caught in the crossfire/ of childhood and stardom/
blown on the steel breeze/
come on you target/ for faraway laughter
Come on you stranger/ you legend/ you martyr
and shine

Aye caramba! Speak to me LEs!!
Thats it. My child is named Les. My male one anyway. The chick is melody or tara. Melody is pretty, tara is commemorative of that buhdist maiden darling whom I adore.
*grins at sky and world around*
I wuv you all!!!!!!!!xinfinity

Hannah: I love you guys
Walter: You know what I love? Breakfast! WHERE'S MY DAMN BREAKFAST!!?

This CD Neil gave me rocks so much and I haven't even listened to the other one. Holayy shite. Funkalicious.
I woke up and it was raining on christmas eve day. That starts a depressing morning usually, but something felt very there. You know what I mean? You ever wake up okay?
I wrapped myself in my monkey blanket, got my violent tae kwon do teddy bear, put on Neil's CD, opened a card mailed from Jen that said BLARGUS!, toasted a waffle, and sat down to my computer.
I'm cruisin.
Wish we could have more Shaman Gangster partays.
Nates party! All shamans must attend or I will kill! Cuz a day without bloodshed is a day without sunshine! Isn't that right, ruca di beppo?
awww yeah (hugs emily and marlas bear, bear responds with "and then we'll see how easily the axe slices through the meat). I love you guys. Everybody that is reading this is doing something very important to me right now.
I'm not allowed to buy the corset because of It's price tag. Apparently this is money I need for college. College? what in hell is college?
But the corset is so. Freaking. HOTTTTTT.
whatevr. (dies)(comes back)
Got 'solicited' again last night. In the land of the weird horny lowlifes on drugs, all roads seem to lead to Hannah Marie Sutin.
Hey, birds of a feather...

A little girl held the goddess's hand
They walked along the crashing shore
The girl said look how pretty
The goddess said 'learn to love some more'
A little girl held her mommy's hand
For a while before she jumped in the sea
The girl let waves beat her soft
The mommy said 'how careless you can be'
A little girl held her daddy's hand
They stood at edge and stared at the sea
The girl said 'Daddy I love you'
The Daddy said 'of course, and so does she'
A little girl held her best friends hand
For a second just as fancy free
The little girl spun when her friend let go
The friend said 'you're too young for me'
A little girl held her little boy's hand
They'd both seen much of the sea before
The girl had never known one like him
The boy beat softer than the shore
A little girl held the goddess's hand
They always stood this kindred way
The girl asked why the world was different
The goddess said 'keep love at bay'
The little girl ran the beach alone
Singing her soul's education
She saw her own reflection
And hit the deep revelation
The little girl is in the body
Of the goddess, mommy, boy, and friend
Always too young for her appearence
But her spirit's reign wont meet it's end
As long as you get up again
When you bury yourself in the shores wet sand
You'll dance with life clinging sweetly
And you'll always hold someone's hand.

"Your dad looks so familiar. maybe it's because everytime I see him, i think that"-Nate
"I don't remember what my dad looks like either. but at least I get to see him every day."-ed, from goodburger.