Sunday, February 27, 2005
but...Â
i'm a girl! *sob*
You are Napoleon Dyanamite and a buttload of gangs
are trying to recruit you.
Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?
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written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/27/2005 11:55:00 PM
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You are Napoleon Dyanamite and a buttload of gangs
are trying to recruit you.
Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/27/2005 11:55:00 PMfinally.Â
i've done the LTT nametags!!!
clickety click:
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/27/2005 11:25:00 PM
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clickety click:
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/27/2005 11:25:00 PMSaturday, February 26, 2005
Plastic Rice - Now edible! Only $2.99!Â
meg has bindy, and i have bob.
well, a bob. i look like one of those lego ladies. and like i came from the 60's.
we had about 5-6 hours of sleep last night after ploughing through meg's 21354321 magazines for nice haircuts, and then we were late for the hair appointment thing, and while waiting for the bus we had a very pleasant and loud conversation about schizos.
look, whoever you are that will marry meg, i'm warning you:
she will laugh out loud in amusement if the doctor tells her her child is schizophrenic next time. probably because she wants to be like her child. poor, poor, child. and poor you.
anyway, i had some chicken rice for dinner that tasted a lot like plastic. and don't ask how i know what plastic tastes like.
right... what did we do yesterday? i watched the guys jam for less than 5 minutes at clarke quay, and then me and meg and nathan and peter and balaji and ansell walked to the taco bell at funan and then we played Gang of Four which was NOT an intimidating game, NOR was it a game of power and strategy. peter lost, anyway.
meg has pictures to put up, but knowing her it will take a while. so pardon the long wait-to-be.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/26/2005 08:11:00 PM
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well, a bob. i look like one of those lego ladies. and like i came from the 60's.
we had about 5-6 hours of sleep last night after ploughing through meg's 21354321 magazines for nice haircuts, and then we were late for the hair appointment thing, and while waiting for the bus we had a very pleasant and loud conversation about schizos.
look, whoever you are that will marry meg, i'm warning you:
she will laugh out loud in amusement if the doctor tells her her child is schizophrenic next time. probably because she wants to be like her child. poor, poor, child. and poor you.
anyway, i had some chicken rice for dinner that tasted a lot like plastic. and don't ask how i know what plastic tastes like.
right... what did we do yesterday? i watched the guys jam for less than 5 minutes at clarke quay, and then me and meg and nathan and peter and balaji and ansell walked to the taco bell at funan and then we played Gang of Four which was NOT an intimidating game, NOR was it a game of power and strategy. peter lost, anyway.
meg has pictures to put up, but knowing her it will take a while. so pardon the long wait-to-be.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/26/2005 08:11:00 PMThursday, February 24, 2005
xangas and genresÂ
it's so addictive to read random people's xangas. especially those weepo emo ones. i mean, they're happy to be depressed. talk about being walking oxymorons.
and here's also something i don't get: why do pop bands disguise the genre they play with their hairstyles? no, i'm not talking about the ones that are popular on radio here. i'm talking about semi-indie ones that play pop but call themselves indie. i'm being lazy so i can't give you an example, so basically what i'm saying doesn't have any thing to be based on. oh, well. and all the stereotypes of music are being blurred, so i can't even tell people what kind of music i like anymore. if i say punk, they will be all "simple plan? OMIGOSH! I FRICKIN LOVE THEM TOO!!! WE CAN BE LIKE, TWINS!!" well... you get the idea. and if i say hardcore, they'll either think: 1. dirty, or 2. "that's not music... it's like, metal". ok, how about... ska? ok. good to reassure myself that ska hasn't been polluted.
hmmm... so that brings me to He Is Legend. how am i supposed to describe what kind of music they play? anyway, so much for boxing things up.
i also think too much, and i happen to think that this entry will be deleted soon.
christine's birthday is today and we're supposed to do something, which might include going to her church. *coughpleasepleasepleaseprayformeifiendupgoingcough*
that was a long cough. i miss chris a lot, but i really can do without going to her church.
right, it's in the afternoon and i'm still in my jammies. not ideal.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/24/2005 01:47:00 PM
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and here's also something i don't get: why do pop bands disguise the genre they play with their hairstyles? no, i'm not talking about the ones that are popular on radio here. i'm talking about semi-indie ones that play pop but call themselves indie. i'm being lazy so i can't give you an example, so basically what i'm saying doesn't have any thing to be based on. oh, well. and all the stereotypes of music are being blurred, so i can't even tell people what kind of music i like anymore. if i say punk, they will be all "simple plan? OMIGOSH! I FRICKIN LOVE THEM TOO!!! WE CAN BE LIKE, TWINS!!" well... you get the idea. and if i say hardcore, they'll either think: 1. dirty, or 2. "that's not music... it's like, metal". ok, how about... ska? ok. good to reassure myself that ska hasn't been polluted.
hmmm... so that brings me to He Is Legend. how am i supposed to describe what kind of music they play? anyway, so much for boxing things up.
i also think too much, and i happen to think that this entry will be deleted soon.
christine's birthday is today and we're supposed to do something, which might include going to her church. *coughpleasepleasepleaseprayformeifiendupgoingcough*
that was a long cough. i miss chris a lot, but i really can do without going to her church.
right, it's in the afternoon and i'm still in my jammies. not ideal.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/24/2005 01:47:00 PMTuesday, February 22, 2005
scarringly scaryÂ
i hope jacques doesn't kill me, if he ever comes across this incriminating evidence.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/22/2005 07:41:00 PMMonday, February 21, 2005
todaynessÂ
HECTIC!!!! but fun.
i woke up early (at 8:30. i haven't done that on a weekday in MONTHS) to get medicine from serene center so i went and then i had ice cream with meg (revers-o which then melted into ice cream soup because i was on the phone with anala and my shirt kept riding up) and then we went to borders to meet with alana (meg and i were avoiding a creepy guy who kept staring at us) and then we went to lido to meet up with timothy and then we watched Ray whiched SUCKED SO MUCH and then meg had to leave halfway to get her summer school slides so me timothy and alana ate at burger king (i had the chicken salad again) and then we went to zara (timothy was trying on funny clothes and i tried a kid's sweater) and then we walked to the library because alana had to look for something and then we spent a looooooooooong time there doing rubbish and then we walked to plaza and we met up with meg and nathan and ansell then timothy and alana left and i ate dinner at pasta mania with the 3 of them and then we went to play xbox (I SCORED!!!! WE PLAYED SOCCER AND I SCORED!!!!!) and then my mom and dad were there so i met up with them after xbox and we went grocery shopping and now i'm at home.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/21/2005 10:00:00 PM
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i woke up early (at 8:30. i haven't done that on a weekday in MONTHS) to get medicine from serene center so i went and then i had ice cream with meg (revers-o which then melted into ice cream soup because i was on the phone with anala and my shirt kept riding up) and then we went to borders to meet with alana (meg and i were avoiding a creepy guy who kept staring at us) and then we went to lido to meet up with timothy and then we watched Ray whiched SUCKED SO MUCH and then meg had to leave halfway to get her summer school slides so me timothy and alana ate at burger king (i had the chicken salad again) and then we went to zara (timothy was trying on funny clothes and i tried a kid's sweater) and then we walked to the library because alana had to look for something and then we spent a looooooooooong time there doing rubbish and then we walked to plaza and we met up with meg and nathan and ansell then timothy and alana left and i ate dinner at pasta mania with the 3 of them and then we went to play xbox (I SCORED!!!! WE PLAYED SOCCER AND I SCORED!!!!!) and then my mom and dad were there so i met up with them after xbox and we went grocery shopping and now i'm at home.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/21/2005 10:00:00 PMSunday, February 20, 2005
shooseÂ
i got swanky shoes! girly shoes!!!! *giggle squeal snort*
click me...
i can't find a picture of the other pair i got, so this will do: they're designed like that except mine are black and white with a zebra-ish print. or something.
and me.
sunday school was swanky.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/20/2005 05:49:00 PM
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click me...
i can't find a picture of the other pair i got, so this will do: they're designed like that except mine are black and white with a zebra-ish print. or something.
and me.
sunday school was swanky.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/20/2005 05:49:00 PMSaturday, February 19, 2005
tomorrowÂ
i will be thrown into a room with 3 little kiddies and forced to teach them sunday school.
sorry, i'm just being dramatic. none of that is true, except that i will be doing my first sunday school lesson tomorrow morning. i am going to teach them about "making good choices". hahahahha i think i'll sound like an anti-drug advertisement. ...which is good, come to think about it.
meg has already regaled her tale of how i made her cry last night (i suppose i did play a big part in that) ouch i just stretched and my shoulder clicked.
shoulders should not click.
wait. dinner time. besides, i have nothing else interesting to say.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/19/2005 06:52:00 PM
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sorry, i'm just being dramatic. none of that is true, except that i will be doing my first sunday school lesson tomorrow morning. i am going to teach them about "making good choices". hahahahha i think i'll sound like an anti-drug advertisement. ...which is good, come to think about it.
meg has already regaled her tale of how i made her cry last night (i suppose i did play a big part in that) ouch i just stretched and my shoulder clicked.
shoulders should not click.
wait. dinner time. besides, i have nothing else interesting to say.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/19/2005 06:52:00 PMTuesday, February 15, 2005
taco bellÂ
wow! someone from mexico visited this site. my-iPod-shuffle-to-be, my LOVE!!!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/15/2005 06:29:00 PM
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written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/15/2005 06:29:00 PMMonday, February 14, 2005
The RantÂ
8:30 am: my brother leaves
9 am: my mom, dad, and i go to an empty parkway for breakfast at delifrance... weird
9:45 am: we go grocery shopping and buy pet food and litter for the fatbit
11:00 am: we get home
3 pm: my dad drops me off at ics
3:03 pm: i have to wear a badge saying "VISITOR 05"
3:10 pm: i saw alana!!!! *squeal*
3:13 pm: tim, me, and meg take a very happy looking picture. tim is wearing a pink shirt.
3:30 pm: meg and i are in the science room waiting for stephen and isaku to do their lab
4 pm: meg, me, isaku, stephen, ansell, david, val, josh, nathan and eddie run for the bus
4:10 pm: go to carrefour and buy water (0 calories), unlike stephen and ansell who buy four bottles of ginger beer (5000 calories)
4:30 pm: end up at some Xbox place, meg and i are stuck with stephen, nathan, and ansell playing soccer
5:30 pm: meg and i leave the Xbox place, the rest of them happily burning their retinas in the multimedia room
6:40 pm: we watch bayside shakedown 2, make fun of a lot of the movie
9:45 pm: i get home
right, on to the exciting stuff. don just ranted a very long rant, about valentine's day. i'm exploiting his words by putting them on for you puppies to read.
Van Reeve, party liason
I personally dislike the whole concept of Valentines day
Van Reeve, party liason
I find it degrades love and the need for couples to be intimate
Van Reeve, party liason
why do we need a day to celebrate love, shouldnt that come naturally
Van Reeve, party liason
surely if someone needs a day to force them to be romantic blah blah then they are a hopeless case anyway
Van Reeve, party liason
its also consumerism, capitalism at its worst!!
Van Reeve, party liason
Van Reeve, party liason
but consumer marketing and advertising numbs us to subconscience impulses, reducing us to pavlov dogs
Van Reeve, party liason
haha sorry for rantin
Van Reeve, party liason
as the year begins we have valentines day, then its fathers day, then mothers day, then easter, then halloween, then christmas, then valentines day...............................................................
Van Reeve, party liason
its so subliminal
Van Reeve, party liason
but who is to blame really, its just economics
Van Reeve, party liason
advertiser and marketers just ride the bus and create the supply and demand chain
Van Reeve, party liason
the irony of it all is that if you or I were going out with someone and boycotted valentines day we would never-the-less, no good our arguments were, be in poo
Van Reeve, party liason
I have to admit that I used to celebrate valentines day, but that was before I developed an individualised thinking brain
Van Reeve, party liason
iow my school indoctrinated me into buying stoopid flowers and chocolates for the opposite sex i may have a crush on
Van Reeve, party liason
capitilism on a small scale, but yet exploitation, the numbness was setting in at an early age
Van Reeve, party liason
hahaha but even think about going to see a movie nowadays
Van Reeve, party liason
have you ever tried to see a movie without a large popcorn, a gazillion litre cooldrink and sweets
Van Reeve, party liason
i walk in and just buy without thinking, I should really just bark all the way into the movie
Van Reeve, party liason
haha woof woof
Van Reeve, party liason
ring ding ding
Van Reeve, party liason
woof woof "slobber" - "I'll have a large popcorn and the biggest coolie you got please"
Van Reeve, party liason
arg
Van Reeve, party liason
at the end of the day my thoughts are - if you cant beat em join em
Van Reeve, party liason
be capitalised or capitalised
Van Reeve, party liason
so do you want to buy a card, flowers, chocolates, and a package deal to see a soppy movie and a cheap dinner (which I will over charge you for) - I've got a special deal for you!
Van Reeve, party liason
hehe yipppe another victim
Van Reeve, party liason
sorry bout the ranting
Van Reeve, party liason
have a great valentines day
Van Reeve, party liason
ha. i took an hour to post this.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/14/2005 11:27:00 PM
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9 am: my mom, dad, and i go to an empty parkway for breakfast at delifrance... weird
9:45 am: we go grocery shopping and buy pet food and litter for the fatbit
11:00 am: we get home
3 pm: my dad drops me off at ics
3:03 pm: i have to wear a badge saying "VISITOR 05"
3:10 pm: i saw alana!!!! *squeal*
3:13 pm: tim, me, and meg take a very happy looking picture. tim is wearing a pink shirt.
3:30 pm: meg and i are in the science room waiting for stephen and isaku to do their lab
4 pm: meg, me, isaku, stephen, ansell, david, val, josh, nathan and eddie run for the bus
4:10 pm: go to carrefour and buy water (0 calories), unlike stephen and ansell who buy four bottles of ginger beer (5000 calories)
4:30 pm: end up at some Xbox place, meg and i are stuck with stephen, nathan, and ansell playing soccer
5:30 pm: meg and i leave the Xbox place, the rest of them happily burning their retinas in the multimedia room
6:40 pm: we watch bayside shakedown 2, make fun of a lot of the movie
9:45 pm: i get home
right, on to the exciting stuff. don just ranted a very long rant, about valentine's day. i'm exploiting his words by putting them on for you puppies to read.
Van Reeve, party liason
I personally dislike the whole concept of Valentines day
Van Reeve, party liason
I find it degrades love and the need for couples to be intimate
Van Reeve, party liason
why do we need a day to celebrate love, shouldnt that come naturally
Van Reeve, party liason
surely if someone needs a day to force them to be romantic blah blah then they are a hopeless case anyway
Van Reeve, party liason
its also consumerism, capitalism at its worst!!
Van Reeve, party liason
Van Reeve, party liason
but consumer marketing and advertising numbs us to subconscience impulses, reducing us to pavlov dogs
Van Reeve, party liason
haha sorry for rantin
Van Reeve, party liason
as the year begins we have valentines day, then its fathers day, then mothers day, then easter, then halloween, then christmas, then valentines day...............................................................
Van Reeve, party liason
its so subliminal
Van Reeve, party liason
but who is to blame really, its just economics
Van Reeve, party liason
advertiser and marketers just ride the bus and create the supply and demand chain
Van Reeve, party liason
the irony of it all is that if you or I were going out with someone and boycotted valentines day we would never-the-less, no good our arguments were, be in poo
Van Reeve, party liason
I have to admit that I used to celebrate valentines day, but that was before I developed an individualised thinking brain
Van Reeve, party liason
iow my school indoctrinated me into buying stoopid flowers and chocolates for the opposite sex i may have a crush on
Van Reeve, party liason
capitilism on a small scale, but yet exploitation, the numbness was setting in at an early age
Van Reeve, party liason
hahaha but even think about going to see a movie nowadays
Van Reeve, party liason
have you ever tried to see a movie without a large popcorn, a gazillion litre cooldrink and sweets
Van Reeve, party liason
i walk in and just buy without thinking, I should really just bark all the way into the movie
Van Reeve, party liason
haha woof woof
Van Reeve, party liason
ring ding ding
Van Reeve, party liason
woof woof "slobber" - "I'll have a large popcorn and the biggest coolie you got please"
Van Reeve, party liason
arg
Van Reeve, party liason
at the end of the day my thoughts are - if you cant beat em join em
Van Reeve, party liason
be capitalised or capitalised
Van Reeve, party liason
so do you want to buy a card, flowers, chocolates, and a package deal to see a soppy movie and a cheap dinner (which I will over charge you for) - I've got a special deal for you!
Van Reeve, party liason
hehe yipppe another victim
Van Reeve, party liason
sorry bout the ranting
Van Reeve, party liason
have a great valentines day
Van Reeve, party liason
ha. i took an hour to post this.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/14/2005 11:27:00 PMhe goneÂ
rooby no more.
rooby bye-bye.
rooby fly away.
rooby kaput.
rooby leave behind blue hair fudge for ruth to use.
rooby is already very missed by ruth and dad and mom (who cried buckets and pails).
rooby is good brother.
rooby leave room clean.
rooby download skype NOW.
rooby give me shades to wear because he don't want it anymore.
rooby give me chewing gum because he don't want it anymore.
rooby give me benjamin gate cd because he kind and don't want it anymore.
rooby leave switchfoot dvd behind because he kind.
now, on to some proper grammar. (fine, i AM a grammar freak. except when it comes to talking about my brother's bye-bye-ing.)
OH! haspy walenstime day! (sorry meg - thats just an altered version of your cooler one)
right, as i was saying... we went to the airport, i watched a bunch of chatsworth kids get lectured while my mom bought stamps, we went to parkway for breakfast (delifrance - very weird at 9 am), and then went grocery/pet food and litter/sunblock and moisturizer shopping. it was all very good, because there weren't many people. good good.
meg and i are watching bayside shakedown (the title says it all) later on. i had to force stephen and isaku (beats me if they are) to come because it would look very wrong if it was just meg and me (it's not funny), and there wouldn't be anyone else around us to make fun of the couples making out. *gag*
I MISS ROOBY BOOBY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/14/2005 12:01:00 PM
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rooby bye-bye.
rooby fly away.
rooby kaput.
rooby leave behind blue hair fudge for ruth to use.
rooby is already very missed by ruth and dad and mom (who cried buckets and pails).
rooby is good brother.
rooby leave room clean.
rooby download skype NOW.
rooby give me shades to wear because he don't want it anymore.
rooby give me chewing gum because he don't want it anymore.
rooby give me benjamin gate cd because he kind and don't want it anymore.
rooby leave switchfoot dvd behind because he kind.
now, on to some proper grammar. (fine, i AM a grammar freak. except when it comes to talking about my brother's bye-bye-ing.)
OH! haspy walenstime day! (sorry meg - thats just an altered version of your cooler one)
right, as i was saying... we went to the airport, i watched a bunch of chatsworth kids get lectured while my mom bought stamps, we went to parkway for breakfast (delifrance - very weird at 9 am), and then went grocery/pet food and litter/sunblock and moisturizer shopping. it was all very good, because there weren't many people. good good.
meg and i are watching bayside shakedown (the title says it all) later on. i had to force stephen and isaku (beats me if they are) to come because it would look very wrong if it was just meg and me (it's not funny), and there wouldn't be anyone else around us to make fun of the couples making out. *gag*
I MISS ROOBY BOOBY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/14/2005 12:01:00 PMSunday, February 13, 2005
MARY-KATE!!!!!! IU WANNA BE MARY-KATE~!!!#~#!!!!!!!!Â
i don't know... meg and i just watched new york minute (like i said in my previous post, don't ask) and simple plan did a whole smooshaboog thing in that movie. in honour of that...
You are 'Me Aganst the World'
I love this song,GO YOU!!
Which Simple Plan song are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
anyway, REUBEN IS LEAVING TOMORROW AT 8:30 A.M. everyone should come and see him off.
everybody, everybody!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/13/2005 05:10:00 PM
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You are 'Me Aganst the World'
I love this song,GO YOU!!
Which Simple Plan song are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
anyway, REUBEN IS LEAVING TOMORROW AT 8:30 A.M. everyone should come and see him off.
everybody, everybody!
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/13/2005 05:10:00 PMSaturday, February 12, 2005
ben en jerreh's, boo yahÂ
well, long time no make a post. (i'm still against saying "long time no blog"... i don't know why.) anyway, worship practice went on for about 2 and half hours today. the guys played like mad, and we sang like mad. also, it definitely helped that no one was at the building to complain (we usually have to finish in 45 minutes), so the sound system really got a work out.
including my eardrums - i'm slightly deafer now.
meg and rach stayed over on thursday night, and we rented the prince & me (don't ask), max keeble's big move, and the emperor's new groove. i like that the last movie has a llama. even though i rented it so my brother (who is sprawled on his bed now, half-dead) can see it - so i still have no idea what that movie is about. i just know there's a llama.
rach had some cross-country run at the beach, so meg and i stayed in on friday and lazed, watched 3 episodes of CSI 4, took an hour to get ready to go to parkway to buy those face masky things that girly girls (like us) do. so, uh, we went to parkway and bought those face masky things, and meg bought hair dye, and we rented white chicks and new york minute (seriously, don't ask... one of those impulse things - at least we get to return it). i also finished 100 g of famous amos no-nut chocolate chip cookies in less than half an hour. yummy for my tummy.
and then we went to this lady's house (from church) for dinner, survived the evening with a less-talkative mj, although we had to endure 2 psychotic dogs that were occasionally cute and then having to watch tna wrestling out of politeness.
and then we got home and watched half of white chicks, which was painfully funny in a wretched and depraved sort of way. the interval was 45 minutes of watching meg dye her hair, get it all over the bathroom rug, my shirt (i don't know how it got there), and on my face wash. and then she decided to go shower, and so i read my magazine and waited and by the time we finished watching the movie it was 1:10 am and alana and i had already decided, over sms, to have the ben & jerry's shizz at my house. oh, and i did the face masky thing. it was weird, but at least it actually peeled off.
awaiting the twentieth,
still-short-ruth
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/12/2005 06:09:00 PM
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including my eardrums - i'm slightly deafer now.
meg and rach stayed over on thursday night, and we rented the prince & me (don't ask), max keeble's big move, and the emperor's new groove. i like that the last movie has a llama. even though i rented it so my brother (who is sprawled on his bed now, half-dead) can see it - so i still have no idea what that movie is about. i just know there's a llama.
rach had some cross-country run at the beach, so meg and i stayed in on friday and lazed, watched 3 episodes of CSI 4, took an hour to get ready to go to parkway to buy those face masky things that girly girls (like us) do. so, uh, we went to parkway and bought those face masky things, and meg bought hair dye, and we rented white chicks and new york minute (seriously, don't ask... one of those impulse things - at least we get to return it). i also finished 100 g of famous amos no-nut chocolate chip cookies in less than half an hour. yummy for my tummy.
and then we went to this lady's house (from church) for dinner, survived the evening with a less-talkative mj, although we had to endure 2 psychotic dogs that were occasionally cute and then having to watch tna wrestling out of politeness.
and then we got home and watched half of white chicks, which was painfully funny in a wretched and depraved sort of way. the interval was 45 minutes of watching meg dye her hair, get it all over the bathroom rug, my shirt (i don't know how it got there), and on my face wash. and then she decided to go shower, and so i read my magazine and waited and by the time we finished watching the movie it was 1:10 am and alana and i had already decided, over sms, to have the ben & jerry's shizz at my house. oh, and i did the face masky thing. it was weird, but at least it actually peeled off.
awaiting the twentieth,
still-short-ruth
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/12/2005 06:09:00 PMMonday, February 07, 2005
oh, uh, thanksÂ
maybe they need more friends. although i really do like the part "you have good taste in music".
From: LastPageFirst
Date: Feb 4, 2005 06:29 AM
hey, I noticed you're Relient K's friend and you have good taste in music and thought ya might like to hear this.....
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/07/2005 01:29:00 PM
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From: LastPageFirst
Date: Feb 4, 2005 06:29 AM
hey, I noticed you're Relient K's friend and you have good taste in music and thought ya might like to hear this.....
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/07/2005 01:29:00 PMi hate incineratorsÂ
grossness. all these ashes have been flying into the house, courtesy of:
1. inconsiderate pollutive people
2. the wind outside
3. the wind inside
4. that stupid incinerator lying around somewhere outside
so now i have to close the windows, and my mom is going to get grouchy because the socks she pegged onto that ikea hanging thing (i forgot what it's called) are going to get smelly.
no one likes smelly socks.
take a look at this. i can't believe i like calibretto.
I had a Grandma, who was insane
even though she had the sweetness of a striped candy cane (hey!)
and my old grandma, she owned a gun (uh-huh)
and one day she said to me
"Sonny, I want to have some fun."
I said "Oh dear grandma, whatcha talkin' about?"
She looked at me with crazy eyes and then she started to shout
"You've always been my favorite
I'll always love you the most!"
Because your brownies and cookies and cakes,
make no mistake about that grandma, they're so good...
They're so good, they're so good...
But I think its time for you to die, cuz I wanna see your ghost
But I think its time for you to die, cuz I wanna see your ghost
But I think its time for you to die, cuz I wanna see your ghost
But I think its time for you to die, cuz I wanna see your ghost
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/07/2005 12:52:00 PM
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1. inconsiderate pollutive people
2. the wind outside
3. the wind inside
4. that stupid incinerator lying around somewhere outside
so now i have to close the windows, and my mom is going to get grouchy because the socks she pegged onto that ikea hanging thing (i forgot what it's called) are going to get smelly.
no one likes smelly socks.
take a look at this. i can't believe i like calibretto.
I had a Grandma, who was insane
even though she had the sweetness of a striped candy cane (hey!)
and my old grandma, she owned a gun (uh-huh)
and one day she said to me
"Sonny, I want to have some fun."
I said "Oh dear grandma, whatcha talkin' about?"
She looked at me with crazy eyes and then she started to shout
"You've always been my favorite
I'll always love you the most!"
Because your brownies and cookies and cakes,
make no mistake about that grandma, they're so good...
They're so good, they're so good...
But I think its time for you to die, cuz I wanna see your ghost
But I think its time for you to die, cuz I wanna see your ghost
But I think its time for you to die, cuz I wanna see your ghost
But I think its time for you to die, cuz I wanna see your ghost
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/07/2005 12:52:00 PMFriday, February 04, 2005
that thing we call hospitalÂ
ack, it's such a hot day today. i've been sitting in the hospital the last two days with my granny, and seriously, she is SO popular. i mean, 98% of the people who walk into the ward are there to visit her. besides her behaving like a kid and my mom forcing her to drink up her cranberry juice and eat up her bland hungarian goulash, it was actually quite fun to just be there. i've finished reading "the coffin dancer" (it really isn't as bad as it sounds), prepared a 5 minute sermon that i, uh, preached on wednesday night at project 70, discovered that some people believe melchizedek was actually Jesus, and brought my grandma to the toilet n times. i got to hold the drip, lucky me.
also, i vacuumed the whole house today, got a backache from doing that, framed up little pictures of cereal box covers, finished watching the rest of CSI season three, and watched my rabbit spazz out. ah, that glorious eventful life i lead... (so now i can tell all of you i haven't been doing the same thing as yesterday)
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written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/04/2005 05:27:00 PM
also, i vacuumed the whole house today, got a backache from doing that, framed up little pictures of cereal box covers, finished watching the rest of CSI season three, and watched my rabbit spazz out. ah, that glorious eventful life i lead... (so now i can tell all of you i haven't been doing the same thing as yesterday)
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written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 2/04/2005 05:27:00 PM
