um....yeah.....like um hi. angel is staring at me with an evil vengance. to that she replies "i am?????" with her oh so popular daze and confused look on her face. crack goes her neck. ow. now she's poking me. and now she's pulling the hairs out of my arm. damn her and her wild and crazy antics. stop pulling out my hair dammit! now she's giving it to me as a "present" and giggling wildly. appearantly my hair pulled rather painfully from my head can be used to floss my teeth. she's staring at me with her eyes wide open. i would do the same but my eyes are itchy and watery (damn allergies). i have just been poked and told "ha.ha. me don't have any allergies." a gold star to anyone who guesses who said that. "was it me?" she asks with confused stare. her aura is buzzing with (hair). now she is shaking the mouse and moving the cursor. jebus. even my attention span isn't that......ooh a butterfly. after that she preceded to flick the radiator and say "ouch." so smart is she. "my clip" says she as i steal her precious clip. unfortunately i stole the deformed one(hehehe says she). "heh, you're deformed. you have a nose" says she as she licks her wrist (no, i licked my thumb). oh jebus. you don't want to know what she just said. unfortunately neither do i. that will go into the supressed angel memories box along with the sight of the much talked about 13 hour pda. and now for something completely different......oh god. she's drawing on her arm with lipstick. what does it say you ask? i am strange. wow. isn't that prolific. ooh sugar. shall i eat it? or is it contaminated with some kind of strange poison? hmmmm......."it's from culver's" she replies. "do you have something against culvers?" what can one have against culvers? lucious butter burgers covered in, you guessed it, butter. "they can be cut with sporks" she informs me. cue the background noise. mr.xiong giving a speech about how we are all acting retarded. and not to be retarded. we are (gifted) and are setting a bad example for retarded people. ooh. wasn't that inspirational.
well. a line appeared under some words so i'll take that as my cue to sign off.
unproductively yours
allie and that person sitting next to me. "post and publish" she states. wow. a real genius, that one. "ya hup" she replies as the inbred hick in her takes over.

i wanted to go to nationals more than anything(the conversation over dinner at culvers). i especially wanted to go because i got 11th at nationals last year.
i have a question: am i the only one who ever wondered what i would be like to barf out of a moving car? i assume so. hehe. on the drive home from morse yesterday.....i feel so sorry for the car driving behind us......hehe.
well, i just saw fotr again. and it had ttt scenes!!! they were so wicked cool!!!
tootles
allie
oh, and i can't go to d.c.

the reference to buffy was quite laughable, but not as gufaw-inducing as lorthos the unstoppable woman-and-fetus tag team. why is there no "of doom" tacked on to the end of there?
i am traumatized. my lucky socks were not so lucky. nor was the cow in my hair. gah. if all went well i was going to wear the socks for my speech on monday, but alas.
i like the name Solarmoonbeamauraruhoraprettykittytreeflowerchild but to make it even better he/she/it would have to be born in the back of a vw bus.
tootles
allie

Fine, fine...

[edits Angeline's post to read: "some dumb good names I like:"]

:-D

Since Eva likes Lorthos... I propose we EXPAND it to...

Lorthos the Unstoppable Fetus of DOOM!!!

Thank you, thank you... and we can ALL GUESS who isn't having any children. ;-)

science olympiad is full of pre-dawn fun. mmmm.....references.... i am looking forward to it so much. yay. i have so much "team spirit" and i think it is going to wear off by saturday. damn. and i was having so much fun. i think that the caffine and sugar i ate throughout my childhood is finally having an affect on me. although mrs moore (the much talked about teacher-and-fetus conbo) said that the only way that would be possible is if it was stored in fat cells.
well. hmmm... i need chocolate and a watch.
unproductively yours
allie
oh. before i forget, kelsey, no one should ever be without ramen.

Since the Teacher-And-Foetus are now one unit... I do believe they need a new name. I suggest:

Lorthos
Susan
Joanne
Pat
Michelle [grins in Angeline's direction]

how will you get food to the refridgerator? is that even how you spell refridgerator? i do hope so.
I CANNOT WAIT TILL SATURDAY!!!!!!
unproductively yours
allie

(I would have been the peanut gallery)

(something that is functional but isn't really pleasant to work with)

(you get three, er, four pieces *breathe* of paper and it has to be three dimensional *breathe* and it has to *brethe* hold you up)

(mrs. arms, please call the main office. *confused pause* mrs. arms, please report to the main office)

isn't this interesting conversation. well, i can see most of you from where i am sitting right now, so hi all. i am excrutiatingly bored, seeing as how mrs. ellis was supposed to give me a word list to study. she said she was going to, but (oh what a shock!) didn't. and lilly is hogging the bird sound thing. she is holding it up to her ear, whereas when i had it i was nice enough to put it on the table. i am eally starting to hate her (insert swear here) guts. first she took the damn thing for 3 or 4 months, and now she won't let me use it. gah. i have to say, sulfur smells good. very much like a match(jeepers, who would've thought). i am sure i had something to say a minute ago, but ah well.
tootles
allie

Ooh, I didn't even see that. Nice eyes, m'dear. :-)

So, Kelsey... what WERE you doing on that hermaphroditic boy's (named Pat) back, hmmm?

Oh, but she never said it was a guy... [winks and nudges Merlass] Eh? Eh?

buffy? i watch the reruns, but the new episodes are on at the same time as gilmore girls. the show sucks but it's strangely addictive.
that had to hurt. i have never been dropped on my head. *laughs uncontrollably* that's bull, but anyways.
unproductively yours
allie

i have been running into a lot of stuff lately. and i don't know it and i bruise easily. appearantly that's because i am not getting enough iron. i took a multi-vitamin this morning. my dad said, "ya know, that's quite a big pill, so don't try to swallow it all at once," and before he finished the sentance i had swallowed it. we also have triangular iron pills. fun.
doors. ouch. i ran into a door once. ouch.
unproductively yours
allie

i don't think luisiano is stupid. i just think he is blocking out knowledge. i don't feel sorry for him because he can control his life. you have the power to change anything and everything. the only real obstacles are in your mind. stupidity is just a scapegoat.
i have a question on truth. i was having an interesting conversaiton with angel and the subject of pain came up. i believe that pain is only what you make of it. if you tell yourself that it doesn't hurt, then you have the mental power to control how much of the pain you feel. would that be considered hiding the truth from yourself?

could you peoples help me with something? good.
well, i am having sort of a personal crisis. i know all you people hate hearing others whine about their problems, but i need your insight.
i feel like nothing i do is really mine. whenever i tell someone what i did or how i feel, they agree with me and say "that's happened to me before." nothing i do is ever mine. someone has already done it first, or felt it first, or seen it first, or heard it first(well, of course they heard it first, i am practically deaf), etc. i hate not having anything of my own. most of my ideas come from others. everything i do comes from something someone else did. when i try and tell someone about something that happened to me that i am really proud of, they just say "yeah, i did that before and..." i want something that is mine, and it seems all to impossible.
unproductively yours
allie

gah.

there's a difference between believing the best in people and lying to yourself. i mean, i can't help but be a cynic, but so many people are blind to the truth because they don't want to see the truth or they are trying to see the "positive." it's important to draw the line.
i lie to temporarily avoid punishment, which brings on more punishment. tis a vicious circle i tell you. i also lie to avoid looking stupid. one good example is that i haven't had the opportunity to learn things that people with siblings have, just simply because they have siblings. and i am asocial because i just don't know how to talk and act around people, so i just avoid it. i know that sounds kinda shallow, but looking stupid is truly awful, to me at least. some may bask in the attention but i prefer to retreat into the shadows. it is one of my biggest fears and i dread it when it happens. just thinking about times when i have simply acted like myself because i didn't know better brings me to tears. well, i have to go write a thank you letter to someone. she burned me the monsoon wedding soundtrack, and it is terribly wonderful.
unproductively yours,
allie

a plush chair with fuzzy armrests is good.

just a conflict of brain intrests. that's not lying to oneself, that's hopeful thinking. well, if either outcome is reasonably plausible(which the non-a in french is not) then i don't know. i am too confused right now.
*sits in idiot corner*
*is confused*
unproductively yours
allie

sure sure. though i am not sure i follow ya there. i am slow, duh, so could you please restate the aforementioned statement in stupid people terms?
unproductively yours
allie

THAT IS TERRIBLE!!!! why the hell would you lie to yourself??? you'd just be causing yourself more psychological problems! lying to yourself will get you nowhere. i know from experience that you can convince yourself of things that aren't true and that only leads to more problems. in my opinion, that is the best way to cause yourself unnecessary strife. and that's just yucky.
unproductively yours
allie

damn, these cookies taste like shit. or if you prefer to go all nice and shit, these cookies aren't as good as the ones that come in the little boxes. i think you could lighten up a little on the (insert name of ingredient here), but they're still tasty. or if you want to be really mean, you can say "these cookies suck in three specific ways:really hard, really bad, and wicked bad." hehehe. i have been watching too many snl reruns.
unproductively yours
allie

[covers his ears to block out the lies]

I AM IN MY HAPPY PLACE! HAPPY PLACE! HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!!!!

;-)

people might not believe you, for one. denial. not just a river in egypt, sadly.

i agree with adam, both in his theory of truths and the hazing of merlass. who the hell is merlass anyways? i am slow so don't mind me.
i can relate to eva's scenario about the insecure coworker and the cookies, seeing as how i am generally acknowledged as the worst cook in existance, with the exception of spence.(I DID NOT MAKE THE ALBETURKEYS!!!!! I FOUND THEM ON MY KITCHEN COUNTER!!!) but i think that saying the cookies are alright is still a lie. if they are the worst cookies ever made then you will probably make a face of some sort, and that would be a dead give away. the truth can be harsh, but it doesn't have to be mean spirited.
for instance, my mother has an interior decorator friend, gene. when he doesn't like someone's choice of wallpaper he says "That is an interesting concept with many applications, but i don't think it's the right application for this room."
i am beginning to change my mind about not lying to protect peoples feelings. some people are really really fragile. and it's not like that's a bad thing, but it pains me to see people like that get hurt. it's just that some people seem so manipulated by the falsehoods of others, it almost makes me want to cry when they have to hear the truth and come back to reality.
unproductively yours
allie

So, you're new to this blog, eh?

[pulls off his rubber glove, letting it snap]

You think you've got the "right stuff", eh?

[pulls off the other glove, letting it snap, also]

As part of the Welcoming Commitee... I must first welcome you to We Have Nothing Better to Do...

And, I must slather you in meat juices and kick you out, into the desert, to survive for two days. If you live, you can be allowed to post.

[cackles evilly]

My Crack-Induced (not really) Theory:

There are two kinds of truth: Relative Truth and Absolute Truth. The Absolute Truth is what is true when the condition of human perception and filtering ("experience" and "personality") are removed. An example of Absolute Truth is Infinity. Infinity is infinite and the same thing no matter how you cut it. Relative Truth is what happens when the Absolute Truth is mired by our thoughts, perceptions, and what we believe is true. For example:

You see the sillhouette of a man in the window with what appears to be a very large knife in his hand. You immediately form a Relative Truth based on what you believe is true. A very debatable Absolute Truth is that he is holding a knife, but for cooking. Even if you assumed (correctly) that he was cooking, you most likely assumed that he was cooking something else (pineapples) when he was really cooking steak.

Does that make sense? I'll be writing more tonight.

i think that people can handle the truth in small doses (i.e. madeline's opinion of angel and frannie's violin playing abilities). keeping part of the truth from someone isn't as bad as lying. when no one tells you what they or other people think of you, you get caught up in a sense of false confidence. you are living in a dream world. it only takes a few words to ruin that. and once you come out of that dream world, it's hard to regain that confidence. i don't like living with illusions, i have enough in my head. i try to be as honest as i can, as harsh as the truth may be. and i am not that good at it, seeing as how i am a heinous bitch and all, but i think i am getting better.
unproductively yours
allie

three cents my ass!!!
don't you have anything more to say about the truth? and i am interested to know why you capitalized Truth. interesting.
*goes into poderful corner with horde*
what was the big fight about? i was kinda out of it last year. and the year before that. and this year for that matter.
well. tell tell.
unproductively yours
allie

the truth can hurt like a bitch but it's worth it.
ha.
and, at angel's request, i am reinserting the yeag.
yeag.

i am used to having people telling me the truth. i got a very strong wake up call about all that over the summer, those of you that know about my little escapade in the "hinterlands" know what i am talking about, and i have to say that i learned a lot about what i need to change about myself. people were brutally blunt and i was EXTREMELY hurt by the things that were said but i am better person because of it. i know what i have to change and i am trying to change. conversations i had over the summer burn in my mind and i think about them constantly (and it makes me sick to my stomach) but i learned so much from it. i know how to deal with things better because of my bad experiences, and the good ones too. i was able to handle it at the time, though not very well, and i am still here today. i learned the truth and i am better for it.
unproductively yours
allie

if you want the truth the last thing you want is for people to "spare your feelings." if they do spare your feelings you may just have to hear it from someone else what people have said about you, and that's twice as bad. to hear it from someone else that the person who's opinion you trusted in the first place was a complete falsehood is terribly devastating. i don't know either. i think it's best to just be blunt, and not to spare others feelings. either method can always turn around and bite you in the ass. i can be mean but at least they know how to improve. i can be terribly mean but that's just because i am bitter and cynical. and i am trying to improve but being a softie, in my opinion, is just as bad. nice is one thing, lying to protect someone feelings is another.
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i am used to being lied to. all of my life people have told me that i did fine and that i didn't look stupid and i had to hear it second hand that i did. i hate it when people tell me that i look fine or i am doing fine when we both know that i look terrible and am doing poorly. it still hurts but that's just a fact of life that i have just learned to deal with. i don't know if it's the same thing for you, adam, but you just have to deal with people lying. that's the second rule to life, knowing that everybody lies (the first of course is to have fun, but people don't pay attention to that one often enough).
on another note, i just saw the lamest movie in existance. That of course would be Dude, Where's My Car. how sad is my life.
FIN

So Dr. Onick says that last year's musical was trash... oh well. That doesn't faze me. What does is that I was never told that I sucked in it. Why was no one honest with me?! If you were seeking to spare my feelings... it's better to know the truth right away than to learn it so long after I thought I was good...

What else of my life is a lie? How much have I been lied to? Hell... do I have any friends?

chai. never had it. heard a lot about it though. i am terribly bored now. no one is online. there is nothing on tv. well there is but i swore i would not, under any circumstances, watch all my children. i might call madeline, gah, and see if she wants to wander aimlessly up and down downer with me. i need some gum. i was watching the view earlier and they said there was a study that said gum makes you smarter. haha. i wonder if it's true for green mm's. hehe.
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Amalia... it's not that I don't like chai... don't get me wrong, I love chai... but the Hi-Fi's chai is notoriously terrible. In other news... I've been temporarily promoted from Junior Stock Manager (at Stan's) to Acting Stock Manager. Woooooo!!! Also, they're going to be shipping me over to the New Balance store (set to open April 15th!) for stock help. :-)

Never try their chai. NEVER!!!

There's an interesting story on Slashdot about the article.

She's a grieving mother. That's the only explanation.