Thursday, September 30, 2004
The Shortest PostÂ
exams suck. and i saw two gays air-kissing today.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/30/2004 07:35:00 PM
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written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/30/2004 07:35:00 PMTuesday, September 28, 2004
bus rides are always full of fun and laughter.Â
i sat behind a man with hair growing out his ears and a huge lady squeezed into the seat next to me, talking to herself and sticking her fingers in her ears. i feel a little odd now.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/28/2004 03:38:00 PM
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written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/28/2004 03:38:00 PMMonday, September 27, 2004
nonsense gets a new meaningÂ
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/27/2004 09:29:00 PMSunday, September 26, 2004
looks can be deceiving and when you eat thai food...Â
tom yum is so deceptive. it looks so clear and yummy and tommy and good and then halfway through your body just stops registering feeling. you know, i discovered a link between thais and deception. i do not have anything against them at all (no right to), but don't you realize that in that country you also can't tell who is a real girl and who isn't?
lunch was awesome today! church was awesome today! everything was awesome today! except the part of the post-lunch thing. tom yum just KILLS your tongue. mouth. teeth. throat. everywhere. my whole lower jaw was completely numb. i've also been too lazy sitting here smsing and looking at gross friendster profiles (they crack me up) and admiring this lovely website *nudgenudge* to turn the lights on in the house so my eyes hurt from the screen.
i have too many good bands to list (unlike tim) because he is so fussy with his music (unlike me, in terms of bands) so i will not waste space re-listing them because they are already up on myspace and friendster and whatever rubbish "friend" networks there out in the darling world of cyberspace. i feel like a no-lifer sitting here vegetating in front of my computer. it's also quite tragic. i like craig's brother! the band, not the person. i don't even know anyone called craig that isn't a friend of my mom and dad's and is married and has a daughter (who is a very nice person i'm sure, i just haven't met her in 10 years) who is my age and lives in south africa.
"short music for short people" lives on!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/26/2004 06:56:00 PMSaturday, September 25, 2004
heaps of people - a spoonful, pleaseÂ
Ghetto quotes are Da Best.
"Fo' shizzo, yo."
"Wuddup down in da ghetto, sup wid ma homies yo?"
"Shakin' da booty and chillin', bro'."
and happy clappy birthday again, tim!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/25/2004 07:34:00 PM
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"Fo' shizzo, yo."
"Wuddup down in da ghetto, sup wid ma homies yo?"
"Shakin' da booty and chillin', bro'."
and happy clappy birthday again, tim!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/25/2004 07:34:00 PMad libbing thundercats styleÂ
Lion-O #3's smelly wednesday the eleventh hour
A story by: Not Yours
It was a gargantuan day on Third Earth. Nothing had happened
all morning, and Lion-O #3 was getting bored. He had
been put on watch, and he was getting pretty
co-agulating. He decided to take a break and go see what
Lion-0 #2 was up to. Lion-0 #2 had the next watch, and was
waiting in Lion-O #3's room. When Lion-O #3 entered, he
saw Lion-0 #2 chillin' on the pretzel, and shnizzling on
the Meg.
As Lion-O #3 was about to ask Lion-0 #2 if he wanted to
giggle, the alarms went off in the control room. Lion-0 #2
and Lion-O #3 both vomited up to the control room, where
they saw Reuben, who had somehow gotten into the lair.
When Reuben saw them, he sniffled and said, "Fo' shizzo,
yo." Before Lion-0 #2 and Lion-O #3 could do anything,
Reuben was able to knock them out using a(n) Ruth.
Luckily, Lion-O was also in the lair, and snuck up behind
Reuben and hit him/her on the toe fungus with Flagellum.
Reuben was in so much pain, he pounded out of the lair,
shouting, "Wuddup homie down in da ghetto yo!"
When Lion-O #3 and Lion-0 #2 finally came to, they had a
good laugh with Lion-O about the events of the day, and all
agreed, upon Lion-0 #2's suggestion, "Never pick a cucumber
over a gherkin."
Fan Club Letter
Dear Prymary Colorz,
I waltz your group, The cross stitches. My favorite song is "I fell in love with a/an mongoose." Please send me your autograph and your favorite stuffed mongoose. I would also like infromation on that free flour with your picture on it. Your band is the yuckiest in the Ghetto!
Your mangliest fan,
Rhonda in City of Angels Kentucky.
One morning... glittering Miss Muffet sat on her buffoon eating her giggles and calculators. Along came this mongoose and sat down beside her. Miss Muffet thought that mongoose was kind of merry and fluffy so she took him home to gutter. Now every morning, Miss Muffet sits on her buffoon and her friend sits on his teaspoon and they eat 58 bottles of thousand island dressing and toothpicks together. One day this padded weasel came and sat down beside them...
They say Sinbad the Sailor was the guy who found the Sultan's Treasure, but that's wrong. It was me! Me, Sinlush the Masseuse! The treasure was hidden in a cave in a wild, bovine-like forest in the dark heart of under the wooden chair. The entrance to the cave was guarded by a blood-thirsty possum with eyes that shone a bird. I sang that possum two choruses of Agatha Buttworthy in my sweetest voice, and he fell fast asleep. Now for the magic word that would cause the stone to roll away so I could get the treasure!!! Open nurses! No, that didn't work! Open jolly good fellow! Great Bats of Gilead! That wasn't it either! Maybe if I said the name of my favorite food... Open deep fried noodles with mushroom gravy! It worked! The huge stone rolled away. And there was the Sultan's Treasure! Mountains of precious back scratcher! More jewel-encrusted mosquito repellant than you could shake a cutlass at! And bags and bags and bags full of tennis balls. And it all belonged me! It still does. And I don't have to share. I am Sinlush the Masseuse! HA! HA!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/25/2004 06:59:00 PM
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A story by: Not Yours
It was a gargantuan day on Third Earth. Nothing had happened
all morning, and Lion-O #3 was getting bored. He had
been put on watch, and he was getting pretty
co-agulating. He decided to take a break and go see what
Lion-0 #2 was up to. Lion-0 #2 had the next watch, and was
waiting in Lion-O #3's room. When Lion-O #3 entered, he
saw Lion-0 #2 chillin' on the pretzel, and shnizzling on
the Meg.
As Lion-O #3 was about to ask Lion-0 #2 if he wanted to
giggle, the alarms went off in the control room. Lion-0 #2
and Lion-O #3 both vomited up to the control room, where
they saw Reuben, who had somehow gotten into the lair.
When Reuben saw them, he sniffled and said, "Fo' shizzo,
yo." Before Lion-0 #2 and Lion-O #3 could do anything,
Reuben was able to knock them out using a(n) Ruth.
Luckily, Lion-O was also in the lair, and snuck up behind
Reuben and hit him/her on the toe fungus with Flagellum.
Reuben was in so much pain, he pounded out of the lair,
shouting, "Wuddup homie down in da ghetto yo!"
When Lion-O #3 and Lion-0 #2 finally came to, they had a
good laugh with Lion-O about the events of the day, and all
agreed, upon Lion-0 #2's suggestion, "Never pick a cucumber
over a gherkin."
Fan Club Letter
Dear Prymary Colorz,
I waltz your group, The cross stitches. My favorite song is "I fell in love with a/an mongoose." Please send me your autograph and your favorite stuffed mongoose. I would also like infromation on that free flour with your picture on it. Your band is the yuckiest in the Ghetto!
Your mangliest fan,
Rhonda in City of Angels Kentucky.
One morning... glittering Miss Muffet sat on her buffoon eating her giggles and calculators. Along came this mongoose and sat down beside her. Miss Muffet thought that mongoose was kind of merry and fluffy so she took him home to gutter. Now every morning, Miss Muffet sits on her buffoon and her friend sits on his teaspoon and they eat 58 bottles of thousand island dressing and toothpicks together. One day this padded weasel came and sat down beside them...
They say Sinbad the Sailor was the guy who found the Sultan's Treasure, but that's wrong. It was me! Me, Sinlush the Masseuse! The treasure was hidden in a cave in a wild, bovine-like forest in the dark heart of under the wooden chair. The entrance to the cave was guarded by a blood-thirsty possum with eyes that shone a bird. I sang that possum two choruses of Agatha Buttworthy in my sweetest voice, and he fell fast asleep. Now for the magic word that would cause the stone to roll away so I could get the treasure!!! Open nurses! No, that didn't work! Open jolly good fellow! Great Bats of Gilead! That wasn't it either! Maybe if I said the name of my favorite food... Open deep fried noodles with mushroom gravy! It worked! The huge stone rolled away. And there was the Sultan's Treasure! Mountains of precious back scratcher! More jewel-encrusted mosquito repellant than you could shake a cutlass at! And bags and bags and bags full of tennis balls. And it all belonged me! It still does. And I don't have to share. I am Sinlush the Masseuse! HA! HA!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/25/2004 06:59:00 PMWednesday, September 22, 2004
this is an OUTRAGE! UNFAIR!Â
PREPOSTEROUS!!!!!!! my brother got to see switchfoot live :( :( :(
and from here i will now commence my mourning of the sheer unfairness of this situation. *sob*
rhoob and jon foreman; the concert
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/22/2004 10:17:00 PM
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and from here i will now commence my mourning of the sheer unfairness of this situation. *sob*
rhoob and jon foreman; the concert
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/22/2004 10:17:00 PMswedish cds are intentionally befuddlingÂ
I-can't-wait-for-school-to-be-over-and-done-with.
Happy birthday KAYLA(pellant)!!!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/22/2004 09:57:00 PM
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Happy birthday KAYLA(pellant)!!!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/22/2004 09:57:00 PMMonday, September 20, 2004
my fruitful dayÂ
went grocery shopping with my mom, lugged up these awfully heavy bags full of salad junk, went out again to endure a butt-numbing 1 hour and 20 minutes journey to uwc, watched the guys play basketball, took a picture, went to holland village with meglizvalcowbj to go to town to take another bus to go home (three buses in total! awesome-o!), got home, had this smashing dinner - mom really outdid herself on this one - with people my parunts invited over, then sat and am still sitting here for 1 hour and 34 minutes and counting.
my day in a sentence... that is some cool stuff.
oh! one more thing to add:
during lunch this american man and some girl were eating at the table next to us, and he went on and on and on and on and on about the met, a million museums he's been to, how bookstores here are crappy, how he likes his dvds to have a certain standard, how europe has the highest concentration of museums and that is just way awesome, which museum he thinks is the best, and how many places he's been to.
i felt sorry for the girl, but she must have liked him a whole lot to endure that lunch without punching him in the face.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/20/2004 10:20:00 PM
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my day in a sentence... that is some cool stuff.
oh! one more thing to add:
during lunch this american man and some girl were eating at the table next to us, and he went on and on and on and on and on about the met, a million museums he's been to, how bookstores here are crappy, how he likes his dvds to have a certain standard, how europe has the highest concentration of museums and that is just way awesome, which museum he thinks is the best, and how many places he's been to.
i felt sorry for the girl, but she must have liked him a whole lot to endure that lunch without punching him in the face.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/20/2004 10:20:00 PMSunday, September 19, 2004
duff the fluffÂ
i can't believe i let meg and timothy convince me to watch the cinderella movie. it was so painful. well, it was very very nice of meg to feel bad and then offer to pay half of the ticket, (and plus the cab fare we split - i paid nothing for the movie!) so it's not too sad. and bad. or bad. or sad. aushjkdfnmsm,f!!!
every single time we go out with timothy we nearly get into trouble with people just randomly walking on the street. the thing is, even though they're innocently just walking, me and meg are spurred on by timothy to walk into them or break a couple up or nearly (just nearly) make an old lady lose her balance. but it's also fun! i think meg's going to put up a picture of timothy she took when we were eating at mos burger. yes girls, that's what he looks like. tim (not timothy) has some neato pictures up on his site taken the start of their summer so if anyone can be bothered, go pay a visit.
i have no photos to put up :( oh! actually i do! here's dave and kayla, my south african fishes: (it's pretty obvious who's who)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/19/2004 07:36:00 PM
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every single time we go out with timothy we nearly get into trouble with people just randomly walking on the street. the thing is, even though they're innocently just walking, me and meg are spurred on by timothy to walk into them or break a couple up or nearly (just nearly) make an old lady lose her balance. but it's also fun! i think meg's going to put up a picture of timothy she took when we were eating at mos burger. yes girls, that's what he looks like. tim (not timothy) has some neato pictures up on his site taken the start of their summer so if anyone can be bothered, go pay a visit.
i have no photos to put up :( oh! actually i do! here's dave and kayla, my south african fishes: (it's pretty obvious who's who)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/19/2004 07:36:00 PMFriday, September 17, 2004
grammarÂ
why isn't post spelt poast? why isn't toast spelt tost?
toastee!!! the exams are over!!!
i celebrated partial freedom (well, the real exams aren't over yet - they haven't even started, hence the partial) by going through the extremely high security ics now has. previously the guard didn't care why i was there or who i was there for, but this time meg had to go to the office and tell them i'd be there and yadda yadda yadda... i was even given a pass. very snazzy (not to mention ugly) :-)
and then we - meg, ansell, sarah and me - ventured into the deep unknowns of serangoon road or somewhere around that area to go to ais. and then the girlies played a good game and won!
and then we went home.
celebratory gets a new meaning, when this girl (i know her from three years ago) told me she got hungover from some party. parties tarties! not her. just parties. we don't have parties here because we are good children. in australia, however, (she's aussie) they're bad kids. shame, shame. hey, why don't we have a smarty party? we can all bring books and immerse ourselves in the times new roman (font size 10/11.5) lines of text! plus, we also get to do well in school because of that. aha. oh! here's the latest crazy thing i've done (click lick ick):
poobaboon, crapperswrappers, tostee poastees.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/17/2004 05:24:00 PM
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toastee!!! the exams are over!!!
i celebrated partial freedom (well, the real exams aren't over yet - they haven't even started, hence the partial) by going through the extremely high security ics now has. previously the guard didn't care why i was there or who i was there for, but this time meg had to go to the office and tell them i'd be there and yadda yadda yadda... i was even given a pass. very snazzy (not to mention ugly) :-)
and then we - meg, ansell, sarah and me - ventured into the deep unknowns of serangoon road or somewhere around that area to go to ais. and then the girlies played a good game and won!
and then we went home.
celebratory gets a new meaning, when this girl (i know her from three years ago) told me she got hungover from some party. parties tarties! not her. just parties. we don't have parties here because we are good children. in australia, however, (she's aussie) they're bad kids. shame, shame. hey, why don't we have a smarty party? we can all bring books and immerse ourselves in the times new roman (font size 10/11.5) lines of text! plus, we also get to do well in school because of that. aha. oh! here's the latest crazy thing i've done (click lick ick):
poobaboon, crapperswrappers, tostee poastees.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/17/2004 05:24:00 PMWednesday, September 15, 2004
recoveredÂ
ok, i don't feel so nauseous anymore.
i love fuzigish!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/15/2004 07:26:00 PM
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i love fuzigish!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/15/2004 07:26:00 PMi feel like throwing upÂ
click after you've digested your food
i like goldfinger. i really do. i just don't know how i'm going to listen to their music now after watching that. i don't know whether to cry because i feel so, so, so sick after watching that. this is interesting:
Then there is the great outdoors. Maybe you and your friends celebrate "Earth Day." Or maybe you’ve heard a cry in your church to become more "earth friendly." Remember the "What Would Jesus Drive?" campaign? Don’t get me wrong: I think nature is fantastic. I’m out there every chance I get. But I also believe that God placed mankind over nature and told us to subdue it (see the first chapter of the first book of the Bible, verse 28). When we as Christians act like we’re not the stewards of nature but rather its offspring, I start to get upset.
never thought of it that way.
i also wonder how people back in the old testament sacrificed those animals so easily. (7 exam papers down, TWO TO GO!)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/15/2004 07:16:00 PM
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i like goldfinger. i really do. i just don't know how i'm going to listen to their music now after watching that. i don't know whether to cry because i feel so, so, so sick after watching that. this is interesting:
Then there is the great outdoors. Maybe you and your friends celebrate "Earth Day." Or maybe you’ve heard a cry in your church to become more "earth friendly." Remember the "What Would Jesus Drive?" campaign? Don’t get me wrong: I think nature is fantastic. I’m out there every chance I get. But I also believe that God placed mankind over nature and told us to subdue it (see the first chapter of the first book of the Bible, verse 28). When we as Christians act like we’re not the stewards of nature but rather its offspring, I start to get upset.
never thought of it that way.
i also wonder how people back in the old testament sacrificed those animals so easily. (7 exam papers down, TWO TO GO!)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/15/2004 07:16:00 PMSunday, September 12, 2004
fotovrek (gasp! i'm turning afrikaans!)Â
tim has totally taken over my photobucket.
i'm going to talk about hairy legs today. why do legs have to be so hairy? ok, not ALL legs are hairy, but you get the drift. it's not like they get cold or need extra protection, or anything like that... right? well, maybe it's just my legs (only my hands and feet get cold) that suffer damage from bumping into a gazillion different things at home, but hair on it doesn't change a thing. the only good it does is support this country's economy because i have to spend money getting rid of it by using Gilette Venus™, which in turn feeds the mouths of those employed at cold storage.
ok. that's good enough for me. i help feed people.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/12/2004 02:56:00 PM
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i'm going to talk about hairy legs today. why do legs have to be so hairy? ok, not ALL legs are hairy, but you get the drift. it's not like they get cold or need extra protection, or anything like that... right? well, maybe it's just my legs (only my hands and feet get cold) that suffer damage from bumping into a gazillion different things at home, but hair on it doesn't change a thing. the only good it does is support this country's economy because i have to spend money getting rid of it by using Gilette Venus™, which in turn feeds the mouths of those employed at cold storage.
ok. that's good enough for me. i help feed people.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/12/2004 02:56:00 PMSaturday, September 11, 2004
smallnessitiesÂ
Me: "Small."
Kayla: "Tiny."
"Teeny weeny."
"Puny."
"Measly."
"Runt."
"Minute."
"Miniscule."
"Iota."
"Iota?"
"IOTA! I WIN!!!"
we have fun.
and as such, i treasure my conversations with kayla.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/11/2004 03:29:00 PM
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Kayla: "Tiny."
"Teeny weeny."
"Puny."
"Measly."
"Runt."
"Minute."
"Miniscule."
"Iota."
"Iota?"
"IOTA! I WIN!!!"
we have fun.
and as such, i treasure my conversations with kayla.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/11/2004 03:29:00 PMThursday, September 09, 2004
a cult on tv?Â
i'm still online. it's so bad. i can hear the telly from here, and i could hear this whole bunch of people chanting something with a semi-tune, and here i was thinking that they're showing cult rituals on the channel newsasia when it's just a class of old chinese people in china learning english. meg! you're showing signs of life!
and the flowers are for the kids who died in the russian she-bang. i feel sorry for them, but flowers won't bring them back to life. hence the permanent lack of a flower in front of my sn.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/09/2004 06:34:00 PM
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and the flowers are for the kids who died in the russian she-bang. i feel sorry for them, but flowers won't bring them back to life. hence the permanent lack of a flower in front of my sn.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/09/2004 06:34:00 PMidiocyÂ
oh my word, i feel like such an idiot. my phone beeped and i just walked all over the house looking for it, only to find it sneakily hidden under the many cds spread out on the coffee table. i really need to work out my messiness, because the exact same thing happened this morning.
minnie mouse is disfigured and ugly.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/09/2004 05:05:00 PM
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minnie mouse is disfigured and ugly.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/09/2004 05:05:00 PMWednesday, September 08, 2004
snacking pacifistÂ
i just ate oreos that were made in china. they were very nice.
mom's back from hong kong! feels nice to have someone back in the house. (being home alone all the time isn't any fun, although there is a lot of freedom...) my dad called long distance from shanghai - ooh, my globetrotting/jetsetting parents - and i told him how nice it was that mom was home, that it was nice to have someone else here other than me, and he told me to get married. i just KNOW he's trying to get rid of me.
we get oreos made in indonesia, malaysia, japan, and good old america over here. why don't we get oreos made in china? they taste better than the cheapee (my new word) common ones (i.e. made in malaysia and indonesia). the ones my mom bought from hong kong were called Double Delights. sounded a little skanky to me, but they are yummy. this probably explains why oreos are everywhere and have so many different flavours packed into them: Nabisco's Gone Nuts (it's really worth reading). all hail oreos! :D
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/08/2004 03:52:00 PM
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mom's back from hong kong! feels nice to have someone back in the house. (being home alone all the time isn't any fun, although there is a lot of freedom...) my dad called long distance from shanghai - ooh, my globetrotting/jetsetting parents - and i told him how nice it was that mom was home, that it was nice to have someone else here other than me, and he told me to get married. i just KNOW he's trying to get rid of me.
we get oreos made in indonesia, malaysia, japan, and good old america over here. why don't we get oreos made in china? they taste better than the cheapee (my new word) common ones (i.e. made in malaysia and indonesia). the ones my mom bought from hong kong were called Double Delights. sounded a little skanky to me, but they are yummy. this probably explains why oreos are everywhere and have so many different flavours packed into them: Nabisco's Gone Nuts (it's really worth reading). all hail oreos! :D
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/08/2004 03:52:00 PMTuesday, September 07, 2004
a decent picture for once where we don't really look like baboonsÂ
i feel terribly sloth-like now. it's quite sad, really. i could be
1. doing chemistry
2. practising math
3. washing the dishes
4. cleaning my room
5. writing biology notes
6. not sitting here but doing something more useful
i am wracked and overcome with guilt. i should have gone to the basketball game to see meg play!!! beats sitting here feeling lousy for not doing anything, anyway.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/07/2004 06:29:00 PMMonday, September 06, 2004
semi-independence: brunch =Â
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written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/06/2004 01:25:00 PMSunday, September 05, 2004
amen.Â
i don't know who this guy is, but he is Christian enough to wear that shirt, and that is awesome-o! and because of that he deserves a spot in this strange site.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/05/2004 08:41:00 PM
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written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/05/2004 08:41:00 PMFriday, September 03, 2004
as suggested for my daily dose of... uh, ruthnessÂ
here's a description of an interesting and debatable new genre of music to enter my brainspace, named timpunk:
in MY words, that weird specific kind of punk with specific guitar riffs and specific lyrics and specific hairstyles and specific meat-eaters and car-owners that tim will only listen to, because anything else is just "too punky".
yes, even value pac. VALUE PAC. i fall asleep to that. i feel like crying now, just for the fun of it.
in TIM'S words, "you should describe it with your randomn ruthness", which i just tried to do. wait, i have it here somewhere.
"I like cleaner music with better vocals (thats just me)."
and also, "I like a mix of emo, rock, and clean punk (good vocals and not way too much heavy distortion)"
why are there principals such as "good vocals" when it comes to liking punk? gone are the days of raspy screeching weasel songs which i adore (as clean as the lyrics get), and why does the radio play pretend-punk? pretend, pretrend, protrend, sellouts!!!!! the world is ending soon, THAT'S why.
hmmm, beats me where i got that attitude from.
(i also think i got carried away) (sorry)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/03/2004 05:47:00 PM
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in MY words, that weird specific kind of punk with specific guitar riffs and specific lyrics and specific hairstyles and specific meat-eaters and car-owners that tim will only listen to, because anything else is just "too punky".
yes, even value pac. VALUE PAC. i fall asleep to that. i feel like crying now, just for the fun of it.
in TIM'S words, "you should describe it with your randomn ruthness", which i just tried to do. wait, i have it here somewhere.
"I like cleaner music with better vocals (thats just me)."
and also, "I like a mix of emo, rock, and clean punk (good vocals and not way too much heavy distortion)"
why are there principals such as "good vocals" when it comes to liking punk? gone are the days of raspy screeching weasel songs which i adore (as clean as the lyrics get), and why does the radio play pretend-punk? pretend, pretrend, protrend, sellouts!!!!! the world is ending soon, THAT'S why.
hmmm, beats me where i got that attitude from.
(i also think i got carried away) (sorry)
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/03/2004 05:47:00 PMWednesday, September 01, 2004
windy vindy... uh, windy.Â
the wind outside is getting out of hand. there's a ton of construction work going on and there's dust EVERYWHERE because the wind is going mad.
anyway, i like new found glory but not enough to forgive that grown-up man with a 5 year old boy's voice.
i had very very very clean teeth this morning, thanks to a dentist visit - that freaked me out because all i could see was flying white stuff in the chair under that creepy light but still made my teeth clean nonetheless - until i decided to have indian food for lunch. so now i have mutton stuck in my once-pristine (ha!) teeth. but enough pitying myself and my poor teeth.
meg is awol (what a weird word) on this now! so tragic. plus, she's alive. she wants to meet up later for a korean dinner, what's new every wednesday? ooooh, i feel like eating kimchi now (to kim if you're reading this, i honestly do mean that cabbagey korean stuff)!
why does good stuff happen in school everytime i decide to skip? pfffft! i just spent my whole afternoon rearranging my biology notes (my hands were very dusty after that) and amazingly i have NO PAPERCUTS!!! YAY!!! :D
things like that amuse me. uh oh it's raining better go close thevindovs windows or my skirt my mom washed this morning will get washed all over again.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/01/2004 02:43:00 PM
anyway, i like new found glory but not enough to forgive that grown-up man with a 5 year old boy's voice.
i had very very very clean teeth this morning, thanks to a dentist visit - that freaked me out because all i could see was flying white stuff in the chair under that creepy light but still made my teeth clean nonetheless - until i decided to have indian food for lunch. so now i have mutton stuck in my once-pristine (ha!) teeth. but enough pitying myself and my poor teeth.
meg is awol (what a weird word) on this now! so tragic. plus, she's alive. she wants to meet up later for a korean dinner, what's new every wednesday? ooooh, i feel like eating kimchi now (to kim if you're reading this, i honestly do mean that cabbagey korean stuff)!
why does good stuff happen in school everytime i decide to skip? pfffft! i just spent my whole afternoon rearranging my biology notes (my hands were very dusty after that) and amazingly i have NO PAPERCUTS!!! YAY!!! :D
things like that amuse me. uh oh it's raining better go close the
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/01/2004 02:43:00 PM
