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10.10.2003
 
So, I'm on my way.... we've stopped off at ub cos everyone else's getting hanson street team shirts set, iron-on transfers whee. (and the girl we're staying with *has* to be at class at noon, so yeah. and I need to go buy film.) me, I haven't a shirt, and I'm not on the street team, but that's ok - am buying a shirt tonight anyway. ^_^
But yeahhhhh. Mad tired. But s'all good, I'll wake up by tonight. *bounces* omfg I'm seeing HANSON after like, wanting to see them for what, five years? *laughs* madness. whee. kgoingnow, updates if I can gank a computer later, otherwise will be back laaaate Sat. night. Miss y'all, have a good weekend!

10.09.2003
 
SEEING HANSON TOMORROW OMFG WHAAAT WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
*laughing*
Yes, it's finally sinking in..well at least kinda.
Cos I GOT MY TICKET TODAY for the Buffalo show FINALLY!!! and I was so relieved I was like bouncing up and down cos like, even in my *dreams* I was worried about it not getting here in time, me having to call Dad and see if it'd gone back *home* and then having to find out the addy of the girl we're staying with tomorrow night and having him overnight it THERE but then if it HADN'T come at home then I'd've had to've called Ticketmaster and tried to figure out SOMETHING and-----
Aren't we glad it came in the mail today? ^_______^
But something had to give today cos I had too much going on in my little brain, between spazzing over the awesome package from Megs that I got yesterday (omfg you're still THE BEST EVER *glooooomps* ^____^) and getting to class and being sidetracked by things and thinking about the concerts and everything else---
--so I forgot that band was over in King concert hall today. >_<
To make it worse, I was already running late... so I got to the band room at like 3.57 (band starts at 4), feeling relieved I'd made it...and then saw the note on the door reminding that rehearsal was in King. Fuuuuuuuck. So I sped-walked like mad over there, right? and there are like TEN FUCKING DOORS to this place. and they were *ALL* *LOCKED*. It was *bad*, I literally went around and tried *every* door on the friggin' building, ended up going in thru the Bartlet Theatre entrance and finding my way from there...managed to get there most of the way thru the warm-up. >_< Fortunately, that's the first time I've ever been late, and I've never missed a rehearsal, and I looked all frazzled and flushed and was sweating (cos it was warm and I'd been spazzing and speed-walking and I sweat like a pig anyway -_-; ) so I s'pose he took pity. And then I was actually like perfectly in tune on "Aubude" and it was like whoa and Mr Schenieder complimented me after rehearsal. ^______^ So that rocked.
And while the brass (and the newly-adopted organist..holy friggin' crap the pipe organ in King is AMAZING..I mean, it's always looked awesome, but I'd never heard it *played* before. it was like whoa.) played their friggin' song oooover and oover and oooover (showing why while pieces without brass can be nice, pieces that're ALL brass are typically a BAD idea. esp. as concert openers. we're sooo gonna die -_-;;; ), Jen and her friends who're coming with us showed me piiiiiics they took when they MET HANSON THIS MORNING!
Cos Hanson was doing a radio-spot in Buffalo, which I heard *about* from Britt but not 'til hoooours after it'd happened... Jen found out like last-minute and they got up mad friggin' early otherwise they would've gotten me she said. But that's ok cos I woulda looked/felt like shiiite and been like blah and icky and scared the pretty boys away. -_-; But piiics gooooodness me Taylor is WAY to gorgeous. No mortal boy should be as pretty as he and my Larry are. gheeeeeeeee...
So I need to find out if it's worthwhile trying to get my big-giant-yet-awesome-camera into the shows, and if so, buy maaaad film. Cos I *so* want to take pictures, but a disposable would just make me cry, with the flash and all. (Would also give me away and maybe get me in trouble.. not that a giant old-school slr wouldn't maybe, but it'd be less conspicuous from a distance and wouldn't distract dearsweetprettymusician-boys who're trying to play with evil flashofdoom.)
Also need to find out when we're coming *back*. *laughs* Cos we leave I guess about 10am - which means I miss *both* music history and ethics, but I can manage that, go to Toronto where a friend of Jen's there is saving us place in line, see the show there, then go stay over in Buffalo in her friend's dorm and then wait outside mad early and go to the show there. And someplace in there...apparently we know what hotel Hanson are staying in. Which means, knowing the people I'm going with, we will go find.
This, while nerve-wracking for shy-nonspeaking-little-me, will be good. ^____^ (Cos it'll clue me in on how to go about this sort of thing, so I'll know for U2's next tour. ^___^ *maaaad giggles* Dreadful, aren't I? But really, the whole time Jen's talking to me about all this stuff, I'm instantly applying it to U2 in my head. *laughs* Madness...)

But yeah, should be an awwwwesome time. ^_____^ *bounces* ..not that I'm thinking I'll be like, a real part of the party of all of us, cos.. for one thing, I've been out of the Hanson fan-loop for a loooong time.. if I was ever properly in it, which I don't think I was. I really truly love their music, but they're not my #1 band. (No-one's anywhere near supplanting U2. *g* If anything, Sigur Ros is second, but that's partly cos they're my especial darlings cos I'm one of the few who knows who they are. And they're just *so* unlike anything else and it's amazing.. but no matter how close I think they get to #1 on my list, once I listen to "11 O'Clock Tick Tock" again it's alllll over. *G*) That, and the people I'm going with are big and loud and outgoing. I'm not. (Actually it's fun cos I feel so liiiittle next to like, Jen. Which's rather a different, and sort of nice, thing for me. Feel dreadful saying it, but... *shrugs* it's true.) And I'm just quiet anyway when I'm around people I don't know...
...I'm a lot quieter in general now than I used to be...that random spastic hyperness is a lot rarer now, except online...*shrugs* dunno.

The other potential problem is that I woke up with a sore throat today. Gland(s?) swollen completely out of fucking control. (Yes again.) My body has issues, it doesn't like me going out and having a good time. :p So I'm (planning on) going to bed early tonight and drinking lots of juice and we'll see if I can't thwap this into submission by tomorrow night. Cos I need a voice. ^_^ (Not.. that I'm always that big with the screaming. Sometimes, yes, esp. if it's loud enough that I know no-one can hear me. *g* But I'm far more likely to sing along with eeeeverything. And I listened to the "Underground" album allll day today so s'all good, I know words now. ^_^)

I've done far too many parathensis tonight.

...and Megs *still* hasn't come online. *frowns* This has me worried by now, she wasn't on while I was on break at work, no messages when I came back, and it's nearly ten and she's not on.
Oh! wait! THERE'S AN E-MAIL YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!! ^_______________^
All is right again with the world. ^_^
*goes off to read*

10.07.2003
 
"if you add the same certain numbers i can guess that i hate math"
- mel's nearly-written response to a math question


In far less amusing news... Dad loses his job with McPherson October 24..when originally he'd thought it wouldn't be 'til May next year, and then at least later'n *this*. They're compensating him some at least, I don't know how much, but... yiesch. Not that we're in *major* major trouble yet - he's still working for Service (he's been working for both as sales rep), and he's being hired over at Pearce onto like, higher-up on the custodial staff. Or's it maintenance. I forget, one of those. But it's not like, janitorial-cleaning this time, it's more being in charge of repairs and upkeep and whatnot. So it's still not exactly high-paying, but Dad could like, walk to work, and it's gas-money and car-repair that're his biggest expenses with his job now. So it'll balance out at least some.
Craaaazy.. ..and glad I'll be going back this afternoon, 'else I'd be hearing a lot more, in far greater detail, about financial matters that I have no control over in the least, and thus don't really need to hear about. :p

10.06.2003
 
Sick Stickmin: yeah theres not much to say to me some times
zoorebeler: *half-laughs* true
zoorebeler: which isn't to say that I'm not lisetning and thinking it over. it's just that there are a lot of things you say taht it's difficult to figure out a response to *g*
Sick Stickmin: exactly
Sick Stickmin: first
Sick Stickmin: desifer the spelling
zoorebeler: *g* right
Sick Stickmin: second
Sick Stickmin: place missing words
zoorebeler: yep
Sick Stickmin: 3rd
Sick Stickmin: figure out what the hell im rambaling about
zoorebeler: *nods, grins* exaaactly
Sick Stickmin: yep
Sick Stickmin: im a train reck
zoorebeler: well, not always so much that, as like, try to understand it, and make sure you're thinking it thru the same way as you did
zoorebeler: nah, you just think along different lines than most people *g*
zoorebeler: not necc. a bad thing
Sick Stickmin: nah just an inconvineont one
zoorebeler: yeah


that really.. about sums it up.
 
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I have *never* in my life said that.
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at least while talking as myself, I can't promise I've never written Mack or Adam or Bono or someone as having said it...but that doesn't entirely count. *giggles*
goooodnessssss wow. *laughs*


Anyway, yeah. Headed back to Fredonia tomorrow wheeeee. ^_^ Again, I dunno. It's cozy and nice being home. And I like having my *own* options of what to eat, thankyoumuch. :p And having like, all my books right here, and everything else.
But I miss my Lawrence like anything. *sends a kiss thru the various electronic lines that must connect from here to there*
And... I think it's good that I won't have much chance to see Himeros again for awhile. Cos it's not like..it's odd, I don't even really miss him that much, at least not consciously. But then, I see him and we hang out and, as I told Daf earlier.. I'm weak. And he's really hot.
*half-laugh*
But yeah...
Mel needs to come stay with me sometime (against the rules tho it may be... hey, long's no-one higher-up finds out, which would be like, a .0002% chance, Derick-the-slacker-RA won't care. if he even notices, he doesn't even like, enter our suite unless passing thru to the next one, or unlocking my door when it blows shut and locks me out. >_<

Daf and I planned out a bikeride out to Salvation Army between classes on Wednesday, that should be fun. ^__^ So I have class Wed Thurs and then maaaybe my first one on Friday then I'm leaving AGAIN. *laughs* Insanity. Really, I don't want to leave again so soon, I *like* being in Fredonia and just having downtime to do whatever, but.. y'know. It's Hanson, whom I've never seen in concert, and we'll be cloooose and it will ROCK. ^____^

...

And Himeros just IMed me and said someone told him to ask me if I'd ever be in a porn video. Any kind. Even just like a stripping-thing.
o_O;;;?
..ok apparently it's cos he asked this girl that he "hits on relentlessly for night-time fun" if she'd ever be in one, and she wasn't sure, and said to ask what other girls thought. and I'm the only other one on right now that Himeros has on his list.
..at least he started out by saying he had a really odd question to ask me. (no, really. that makes me feel better, that he *knows* it's an odd question. *half-laughs*)

...

..and it occurs to me that I mention this in a post where my battle cry is apparently related to fucking people.
>_<

*laughs*

...the answer was "I reeeaaallly doubt it", btw. :p
(I spent my day mowing the lawn, doing laundry, and fecking SEWING, people. Do I sound like a ravenous skank to you? ... ..well ok the ravenous could still be a possiblity, but I don't *act* on this sort of thing. *giggles* anyway. I'm going now before this gets any worse.)

10.05.2003
 
So...
Himeros rescued this little stuffed bear on its way to the garbage.. and left it on our kitchen table. And told merani-chan to give it to *me*.

Had been talking to him online tonight anyway (after seeing him for a bit at Mom's when he and Matt stopped over.. he played on the floor with Mom's kitten Halima, and it was far too adorable *smiles* and we chatted and it was just nice.. and his JEANS HAD NO MATERIAL WHERE BACK-POCKET AREA IS HI o___o so that made things interesting visually for 'nanda...gracious..), and tried to ask about this in a roundabout, casual way..which of course led to him waxing poetic on me. *laughs* you'd think I'd know by now..... anyway, it was cute, and I'm doing all I can to not read into this any, cos I know anything I come up with just *isn't there*.....

But a cute boy whom I still have a lot of affection for gave me a stuffed animal. He was thinking of me. I can reasonably take a bit of happiness from that without blowing things outta proportion, right? *smiles*
 
oksohi. *laughs* I actually have a bit of spare computer-time, going to use it while I do...
Band/choral picnic was awesome as always, there were as many/more alumni than actual present students there, which amused us to no end. *giggles* I actually got to hang out with Daf some, which was awesome, and Laur and Glenn who're cute *g* and Blake was there which made me happy and so was James which surprised me but also made me happy (does this boy ever STOP getting HOTTER???? gaaaah insanity *g*) and lots of Fredonia people and Naz people and it was just music people and it was good. ^____^
Except it was FREEZING out there. *laughs* But we lived.
Hung out, talked to people, leaned on the boardwalk railing (as I wished I had my camera, which I left in Fredonia cos it was SUPPOSED to be all rainy and not-good-for-taking-pics that day >_<# ), and walked the pier, and I was the fifth wheel again until Glenn very nicely leant me his little stuffed monkey (this after said stuffed monkey was nearly LOST when poorly attatched to our makeshift kite - from a plastic bag and my fredfest lanyard *giggles*) so I wouldn't be alone. *g*
And I still thought a little about the last time I was walking the pier.. with Himeros...
..but I tried not to think on it long, and just gazed out at the lake and the sun and the clouds and sky and all... and thought of my U2s a bit *laughs a little* and just let my mind wander awhile...
Daf and Laur and I sat up on the Evil Cheese (aka a large block of cement labelled thus during a prior picnic..which I've always climbed up on when I'm on the pier, since I was little..same goes for stepping up on the little metal bump-things that were once used to moor boats - which's why I was doing that, in case anyone wondered *g*), and despite the mad cold wind blowing about, we just sat there awhile talking and whatever, while Glenn and Calypso stood near.. Glenn made a smiley face out of blood on it, and I can't fathom why, but nor do I know why I find it so funny.. *laughs*
After walking the pier and back, we just hung around awhile, I talked to Kevin and random people for awhile, then saw James, Glenn, and some other guys throwing donut holes at the seagulls, and found this far too amusing, so went to go watch. *giggles* Insanity. (And don't worry, no seagulls were ever touched by *anything* they tried.. donut holes, cheese curls, small boys with plastic swords, taller boys who just ran after them or threw said donut holes..*giggles*)
Then Mead's son Ryan, little psycho-boy whom I've babysit for (and I think I'm one of like, two repeat-sitters *ever* *g*), arriving on about a minute's delay to join I'm guessing one of Mrs. Rice's sons in a charge on the birds, decided to attack Glenn instead, as he was holding the bag of cheese curls captive. Laur attempted a very valiant defense, but in the end, Mead ganked the bag from Glenn and handed it to the little psycho-boy, who GLARED back at Glenn and said "YOU CAN'T HAVE ANY!" *laughing* dear me, the boy is GOING to be a terror. which I knew. he's Mead's son. *giggles*
He's a born percussionist anyway, he's bound to be trouble. :p
*G*
So yeah, good times. *g* Mom picked me up at 6, went back to her apartment, hung out and spent lots of mommy-time, which is always good, esp. when you've been away for over a month. ^_^

And then I had a computer to myself alllll night and had fun with Megs and our U2s and it was good. ^____^

Then today, did maaaad shopping for Hallowe'en cosutme. DUDE.
I have wings.
^____________^
They're like, 3' long, they go all the way down my back
^____________^
*is a veeeeery happy 'nanda*

And we went to Jo-Ann's and ohhhh my gooooodness me. *laughs* If I ever have the attention-span to sit down and do lots of sewing again---! There was so much simply *gorgeous* fabric there. I wish I knew how to make my own clothes. I'm thinking it can't be *that* hard... but then, we'll see what I say after I've made this over-shirt thing for my costume. *laughs* But I got this reeeaally pretty sheer fabric that's a little silvery but mostly white, and it's kinda sparkley, like... I can't describe it but it's awesome. *g*

Only thing is, we couldn't find like, white slik-type pjs like I'd planned on for the main outfit...but we *did* find these impossibly cool light blue silk-like cargo pj pants. And I'm like wait, an angel with cargo pants---? --ok this could be FUN. *laughs* So ended up with those and a matching long-sleeved shirt (cos I couldn't find a good sleeveless one, and as Mom pointed out a bra beneath the spaghetti-straps on those we found wouldn't work so well..not that *I* really care in that case, but it'd take away from the look I want, so yeah..plus, with a long-sleeve, I can at least be a LITTLE warm *G*).

So I have some major re-vamping to do in terms of my costume-design... will sketch things out and ponder tonight and probably tomorrow as well, I won't start cutting and sewing and all 'til I know EXACTLY what I want to do. *g* But I have silver and gold metallic embroidery thread, as well as a very pretty pale blue, some small pearl beads, clear sparkley glass seed beads, and some little jingle-bells to work with, as well as that lace off the shirt I got at Salvation Army..which I have to decide if it's going on the under- or over-shirt now. hmm...

This is going to be so mad fun. ^____^


And I just spent more time talking about costume-supply shopping than about an awesome afternoon with my friends. I *AM* a dork. *laughs*

But I'm also sleeeeepy and my back hurts from sitting here again. And this keyboard's fecking LOUD and it bugs me. So bedtime. ^__^



And THIS... is great. ^____^ thanks to Laur for finding it for me. *g*
Ten reasons why Jamie Oliver is SO my bitch.. <3

okand this.. needs to make quote-list when I get back:

Sick Stickmin: the dictionary
Sick Stickmin: the one thing thats funer than porn
 

I Am:
Take the What Stupid LiveJournal Quiz Am I? quiz!


*running a quick (we're on modem, quick only applies to text-only pages loaded one at a time) google on captain and tennille*

Ok so apparently "One of the most successful duos in pop history"..whom I in all of my music-ness have never heard of..... Ah-huh. Big in the '70s. And just looking at the pic on their page...yeahhhh no wonder I have no idea.

...

y'know.. the ease of the internet makes us go way too far sometimes - it's a quiz on silly quizzes, and I looked up what the silly quiz I got's supposed to be about, and---

right, going now, I have Hallowe'en shopping to do. more later y'all. *g*