OMG!
Go check the Ice Age site now!!!!

In the News. (Hold your horses I'll do my work in a while...just having some very lovely prune yogurt)

I watched a whole lot of BBC news... they covered the Queen Mother's death rather CNN-like- which I don't think they do unless it's someone important.
I'm disgusted, saddened and irritated by this war thing that continues. These suicide bombings and shit. Dammit! Stop! I hate it hate it hate it. It's a blessing to be in such a society and environment where you don't usually worry about if there's going to be a suicide bomber walking into your workplace or whereever.

Steph. I learnt something today listenng to my family talking about this and that. I don't mean to get religious, but it's true and I digress. Don't despair...that's the devil/evil/bad karma/whatever trying to get to you. So take it easy. Don't let it screw up your head man. I suppose we all despair at some point, I do, everyone does, but it doesn't mean we should give up hope and stuff.

My family's cool, if not crazy. This is mom's side. I think we've been brought closer by recent stuff...and even so, there of course remain so many things that could pull us closer. Family is important. Really is. Steph. Keep close. Very very close.

To all you heathens out there, we should go to church one day...just for the heck of it. Hey make a lime of it? Hmm. *frown*

WTF. What the hell...! Hmmm. Dammit. Behave!!
Trace would be needing to snap out of it.

*looks back on post*

Christum. I sound ditzy.

Trace will be trying to recover what semblance of dignity she has left and will try to do her work. Right. So she thinks

Ok so I was venting last night. Forgive me... (not).

Karmic backlash? Quite possible. Of course coming back as a peanut in another life is just something I don't want to think about. Let me enjoy it as a human while it lasts. A woman. Even better! *giggle* Dirk feels guilty for making me endure such... haha. Though he said I'm too nice with these people. Ah well polite I am..kinda. The active ignoring of the boy was rather...joyful.

La la.

Oh so...

HAPPY EASTER HEATHENS!!!!!

After this lame Anime City thing, Dars and I ended up by my family chillin. Much better. Cheesecake. Now when was the last time I had that? Ice cream! There was quite a bit of ole talk. Poor Dars. One of my aunts eventually turned around and said to her..." apologize for this conversation". She must think my family is the craziest bunch of screw-ups ever.

Lemme post this before 12...geez.

I love Ice Age a whole damn lot. Really rocks on. The script is beautifully done, animation pretty decent - aminal-wise. The human models suck salt, as does their movements. Aminal movements are decent. The fight/action sequences are very wowarrific. Ice! Woooooo. The water looks completely gorgeous. Oh yeh I just wanna dip my toes in there. Really you can drown in that water...!!
The script the script. Oh my. We laughed all the way through.
I suppose the shitty caveman rendering isn't too bad ...but still an eyesore.
Ahhh that water!
The little squirrel! Ooo awwww.

So I have cable back. *click click* (Yay @ the cable gods...and daddy). Of course...I vegetated in front of the tv on Saturday - starting from rather early...and did nothing of importance.
MTV has turned into HipHopTV I swear. I'm not kidding, every time I switched to MTV, it was frickin Ashanti and that fat dude singing. That video isn't too bad though - there's a looker in there...yeh..he looks like a kinda latinoish dude. Opposite Ashanti - yes! Him! Oh yeh! Bring it on baby! I also checked out some Craig David special in Costa Rica. The only good thing so far that I've seen on the new HHTV. Lovely he is. Voice of a god...argh. Sing for meeeeee. I'll die though.

Comedy Central's still really good. Pablo Francisco kicks ass...we need him to do some voices for our animation.

Lifetime is still disturbing.

TechTV is good enough. The gnome still irritates me.

Hasn't changed very much I guess. But goddamn...where is the techno?

Ice Age. Great! I need to own that movie. Where's the baby?

Apparently, it is my destiny to pick up the ugliest loserish fucking guys on the face of this planet. Fuck! Ok, so no, it's not completely true...might have a select passable looking few who might be remotely attracted...but most of them are too chicken anyway.

Yet again. Another loser.
I now smell of smoke...even weed. Gross! I washed my hair this evening... Excuse me for sounding ditzy, but dammit...yuck. *coughs to get rid of extra smoke stuck in lungs*

1. Do not call me famlee when you have been introduced to me with my friggin name. Actually, don't call me famlee period. I am not your family otherwise that would be incest, and actually I really do not want to be seen remotely close to you, far less related. Ick. Don't call me famlee. Take some fuckin ginko biloba...get a memory. I have a name. The radio wasn't that loud, but then you seemed high enough.

2. You are lame. Live with it. I am too good for you. You should know you, looking how you are, having no money, no car, and certainly no good looks to save you (ha!), that you cannot ever have me.

3. You can't even talk to me. You cannot speak proper English and you have grown up in an english speaking country. The less you say the better it is for you.

4. Don't ask a question and then ask if I'm angry that you did. If you knew it might irritate the fuck out of me why bother? Sad really.

5. Don't ask me to say something when I've been talking for the entire car ride. Hello? Earth to loser!

6. If I like you I'd show it.

From Marc. Good grief.

The Top 9 Excerpts from a Parakeet's Blog

9 "I am molting. My reflection mockingly reveals the unfiltered bleakness of my existence. Sartre was right all along. Worse, the unrelenting attempts of the wingless giant to coax mimicked speech from the darkness of my soul are... Oboy! Fresh seed!"

8 "Breakfast skipped it. Lunch a few pecks at the seed bell. Dinner pin feathers from my tail."

7 "I don't think I mentioned lately how much I love my cuttlebone. What do they make these things out of, anyway? I hope it's not something gross."

6 "As I'm typing this blog entry, I've received three instant messages asking for my age, sex, and wingspan."

5 "Owners forgot to remove the blanket today, so I took the opportunity to develop my vacation slides."

4 "Through perseverance and unobtrusive wing signals, I have at last enlisted the aid of the dog. Tonight I escape this damned cage and then, VENGEANCE!!!"

3 "The other bird mocks me still. I shift to the side, he shifts to the side. I bob my head, he bobs. Why won't he talk?"

2 "Man, this would sure be easier if I could touch-type instead of hunt-and-peck."

and the Number 1 Excerpt from a Parakeet's Blog...

1 "As I stare endlessly through the gilded bars of my physical confines, the only thought that passes through the void of my existence is 'Damn the crackers! Damn those tasty crackers!'"

Rofl. Why does this remind me of Cassandra Claire and Stef? I don't know.

Why is my mother bothering me? I'm on vacation! Dammit.
She's more miserable when she's sick. Ugh. Another reason to get out of this house.

There Sean goes...and he goes. Goddamn. Every time I read this I get some weird little feeling. I cannot describe it..it's just odd.

I knew there was something I had to blog about. I knew it!

I had some seriously fucked up dreams this whole week. On two separate occasions/dream/whatever I dreamt/felt that some invisible dark force (god this sounds so lame) wwas flinging me around. Yes flinging. I can't see it - all I see is shadow, but I feel myself being swung around my room. I hate that feeling so much. I try to cry out for help, but nothing comes out. I hear some feeble cry but I know that no one can hear me. I even wonder if I'm crying out and if mom will hear me by chance and come save me. Then it stops and I wonder if I'm awake or dreaming. Eventually I realise I've stopped dreaming...I think.

This stuff is scaring the shit out of me. Let's hope it stops.

I'll take a few minutes (more like an hour) to blog properly.
Stace and Stef have distracted me considerably...so when was going to be blogged yesterday...well...look.
They're good distractors though. I don't mind that at all.
Great it's 1... ugh!

Feeling sleepy...must...finish...site!

My day yesterday: notsobad. Over. Gone. Kaput. Poof. Dammit!!!

Good : I was productive. Bad : not enough.
Good : site started. Bad : not done when shoulda/coulda been.
Good : class project mostly done. Bad : those people still salty and stupid and just suck.
Don't think there's a worse category today.

Talking to certain people to much. Gee I wonder. *glares* Mr. Lemon.
De Lime. If I didn't link him he'd nag me every other minute I think. Join join Trini ppl join! How's that for advertising? Hehehe.

Darsy is all stressed out, Stef's employed and gets a free room and Stace is online too much - so she says. Stac is missing.
Oh no Stace ...another test? Dammit I need sleep!

OHHH YUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. That quiz sooo sucked!! The answers were all lame.

now it's your turn to take the "which pop sensation are you" quiz.

It's a hot hot day. Very very hot. Idiot decided she would wear black...
Know what? I need a vacation. Someone take me away please.

*angel face*

I Am A: Chaotic Good Elf Ranger Cleric


Alignment:
Chaotic Good characters are independent types with a strong belief in the value of goodness. They have little use for governments and other forces of order, and will generally do their own things, without heed to such groups.


Race:
Elves are the eldest of all races, although they are generally a bit smaller than humans. They are generally well-cultured, artistic, easy-going, and because of their long lives, unconcerned with day-to-day activities that other races frequently concern themselves with. Elves are, effectively, immortal, although they can be killed. After a thousand years or so, they simply pass on to the next plane of existance.


Primary Class:
Rangers are the defenders of nature and the elements. They are in tune with the Earth, and work to keep it safe and healthy.


Secondary Class:
Clerics are the voices of their God/desses on Earth. They perform the work of their deity, but this doesn't mean that they preach to a congregation all their lives. If their deity needs something done, they will do it, and can call upon that deity's power to accomplish their goals.


Deity:
Solonor Thelandria is the Chaotic Good elven god of archery and the hunt. He is also known as the Keen Eye, the Great Archer, and the Forest Hunter. His followers respect nature, and only hunt when needed, but are quick to defend the forest from intruders. Their favorite weapon is the bow, and they tend to be extremely talented with it. Solonor Thelandria's symbol is an arrow with green fletchings.


Find out What D&D Character Are You?, courtesy ofNeppyMan (e-mail)


Thank you Marc. Sheesh. I think that was one of the mothers of all quizzes...result-wise anyhow.

Damn. Phew.
So there's how much more work to be done Trace? Just a wittle...a wittle I say.

Excuse my bitching. I'm a perfectionist. I want things sweet n cool and perfect and well ... perfect!!!! I want things my own way. Just today, tomorrow? Please?
Dammit

No right now I don't need perspective...I really don't want to know who else has had a worse day than me, even though my mother is in pain it passes over my head. Her complaints seem to annoy me even more - or am I automaticaly turning off? I am inwardly bound today. It's all about me today and I really couldn't give a shit.

Had a bad day as you can tell. A Perfect Circle is not helping, though it should.
I got virtually nothing done that I wanted to, yet I did what I should have done. Wasted my fucking time too. I so hate that.

Morons! I'm not feeling to do this work.
Another day of missed gym? Fuckery! I would like to stay home and complete stuff, but who knows. Fuckity fuck. I should sleep I suppose. I can't even stomach checking anyone else's blog. As I said I'm being self involved right now. Leave me be.

The one person who can calm me down, who can distract my flagrantly irritated aura isn't here. Just something else to piss of this very selfish bastard. Ok so everything's pissing me off.
I also had a really fucked up dream when I capped out (finally) earlier this evening. I suppose it goes with the trend of fucky day. I need sleep!!!!

I am a competitive power hungry selfish art critic god complexed bitch. Thank you that'll be all.

I just watched the entire Academy awards. Great. It's 2 fricking am. I have work to do..hardeehar.
Gym in the morning, to be followed by an appointment in town. Bah!

Thank you Stac - I finally got your B-day/Xmas pressie - I love it! Will write soon. Ok I got the hint dammit! :) Kev finally found his ass by me today (desperate for music). Tskith. Young lady we must speak though...we so must...

*waves @ Andre M* Finalement we meet!! The boy has an affinity for fuzzy monsters and pencilcases. This says? *ponder*

I lack tact? Hmm. Oh well. *mumbles something under breath about inferior minions*

Scrabble is evil I say....evil!!! I have gajillions of work to complete...by oh...yesterday?
I miss people!!!!!

I taste like Alcohol. Heh. Heh. I taste like beer. I like beer. Buy me a beer. I'm not drunk, I can drink plenty without... What was I saying? Beer. What Flavour Are You?

If I wasn't alco I'd be tea!

Cor blimey, I taste like Tea. I am a subtle flavour, quiet and polite, gentle, almost ambient. My presence in crowds will often go unnoticed. Best not to spill me on your clothes though, I can leave a nasty stain. What Flavour Are You?

Awwwww.

Grr ^2.
Sucks when people don't know how to use their own computer...waste of good ram. Tsk. No a logo is a fuckin drawing not a goddamn painting. Fuckery. Really. Intolerance.

So which letter of the alphabet matches YOUR personality, huh?

Look at me look at me...I'm a nice grrl!

*looks around*

Friday evening. 4pm.
Alone home.
Bored.

Usual.

NO! Screw you! I am not easing up on the tests. Hush dammit.

Can't help it :(

Take the Bear Quiz by Krysten

Dammit dammit.

You'd think I'd be rushing down some work.
But no.

Who is the spy? Is it me? Is it you? Here, drink this wine...

Find out what YOUR inner non-sequitur is!

quiz by A.V. Phibes

I'm gone clear again. I want to sleep. Why do I need a vacation right at the end of my course, when times of the essence, when I need to be creative, when I nee dto be creative with other things, when I have work for everyone plus myself?



Christ. You know I couldn't pass this test up!!! Obviously.



Take the Which Powerpuff Girl Are You? Test.


I ...must...stop...!

If I were a Tetris block, I would be a Straight Tetris Block! Straight and narrow. I am practical, useful, resourceful and analytical. I have a blueprint of my desk. I have a compass in my bathroom. I make elaborate plans far in advance. In fact, I've already planned a response for all the questions about which Tetris block I am. Analyse your personality in Tetris Blocks!

Goddamn you!!!!

Hey!! Call me Lemony fresh baby.


Strawberry: 0/100 Pear: 20/100 Banana: 30/100 Tomato: 35/100 Lemon: 50/100

Take the What Fruit Are You? test by Ellen and Aaron!

Your Secret Astrological Identity revealed. - Glamour - May 2001
Sagittarius - The Archer
Nov 23-Dec 21
restless, tactless, over confident, demanding, blindly optimistic, intolerant, domineering, blunt, rigid, aloof, irresponsible, desired by everyone.

Why does this sound like me I wonder? *ponder ponder*
Oh great I found it on the web. Nicely. Check yours (so I won't have to type out 11 more profiles).

Sleepy girl needs sleep.
I suppose I should do work. Hmm.

I don't want a phone that never rings.

I keep wondering. Am I that good looking? or sexy? or attractive? Walking, just along the road to class, I pick up at least 4 or so people. Is it some big joke? Is something wrong with my clothes? Is my hair straight? Something funny going on with my clothes? Mind-boggling I say. Of course on the other hand they're never that great looking. Only a couple..or something. I think.

D'ah well. Yet am picky bastard and I don't care.

Of course I should be sleeping.
I should wake up later and finish off all my work that is due.

Adbusters is cool.
So so tired. Where does my day go?
Christum.

Nauseous. Why? Can't even check the other blogs.
Hell. *poof*

Oh before I cap out. Got 2 offers today. One "I want you", and one "Lookin for a rship". Heh. I laughed at the first one. (Woops). Tortured the second. This is going well I believe.

Ravi J is back. Wow!

Do you shake when you cry?
There's that emotion thing again.

Cuz I know this time I'm gonna make sure I look out for me.

So anyways, earlier this evening, I had a long chat with an old friend. She's in Canada, and her mom and mine wanted to chat, so she's there talking, I'm there trying to catch up typing because I have no headset. That was really cool though. Of course she's on DSL, so there's hardly any lag. Quite pleasant actually, and the video streaming wasn't too bad either.
*waves*
I want a headset, but of course, there'll be lag. Bah!

Steph is a baby...lol!

The beanbag of Galadriel

But suddenly the beanbag went altogether kickass, as kickass as if a hole had opened in the world of sight, and Frodo looked into emptiness. In the burgundy abyss there appeared a single tiger that slowly grew, until it filled nearly all the beanbag. So pink was it that Frodo stood rooted, unable to dance or to withdraw his gaze. The tiger was rimmed with fire, but was itself ugly, fiery as a dolphin, watchful and intent, and the burgundy slit of its pupil opened on a pit, a window into nothing.

Then the tiger began to alleviate, searching this way and that; and Frodo knew with certainty and horror that among the many things it sought he himself was one. But he also knew it could not type him - not yet, not unless he willed it. The Ring that hung upon its chain about his eyes grew heavy, heavier than a great candle, and his eyes was dragged downwards. The beanbag seemed to be growing lovely and curls of remote control were rising from the heart. He was running forward.

Madness

Sensurround. An experience really.

*glares @ Dars and Dirk*
These bitches did not save me from some drunk freaky fucking English (?) guy who reeked of beer and was trying to prolly kiss me. Scary? Yes. I danced with him to humour him at first - he was interrupting my scoping (fuckity fuck). I tried to be nice and dance with the moron, oh and then the ass starts rubbing up on me (felt absolutely nothing - *snicker*).
*sigh* Why me? Dirk and Dars were in the background laughing. Bastards!!! I'm there trying to eye the guys standing nearby to save me. Guessthat's what I get for clickety clicking all goddamn night.
I finally pushed the fucker away when he was getting a liiiittle too close for comfort. Not that bad looking, yet not exactly what I would say...spiffy? I'll post the pic when I get it I think.
Ewwww.
*tries to rub it all away*
Bad memory. ickity ick!
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Otherwise the scoping was pretty darn good. The music very sweet.
Mr. burgundy long sleeve chinee boy. Oh yeh. Uh huh. The other Tracey agrees with me. :)
Mr. torso/body? Mmm good. The gay friends went crazy over that one.
Mr. prettier than his g/f. Ridiculous really. I don't think I got his pic. Darn. I actually wouldn't want to be seen with him because he's too fucking gorgeous...and his hair longer and better than mine? No!

I still managed to capture a few sexy chics. The boys will not totally kill me. They should be very very grateful. The girls shall enjoy this one.

Aha.

*update*

I'm finally going out. Yes! Tonight. Imagine that. Sorta drowsy. Just ate my ass full. Lunch. Yep - after 5pm.
Yesterday something very scary was happening with MSN. A ton of random people added me to their ICQ list. No on else complained. I got cursed too. Check this out.

Convo with madmax (staceysyne@hotmail.com)

Trace says: hi hi who is this?
madmax says: listen
Trace says: *ears*
madmax says: i dont know who d fuck u is ok. so leave meh to fuck alone. shit
Trace says: uhmmm
madmax says: how d ass u get on my list
Trace says: but u added me so i dunno jus askin
madmax says: well get to fuck off shit
Trace says: ok np bye
madmax says: later

Asshole. Feel free to bomb this guy's mail box. Girl whatever.

I get a high then I get so tired. Ephedra...mm good! Caffeine rush is good. Imagine XTC. Ok I won't try it.

Have I posted this before? It's mad cool. Le piano graphique
Fun fun!!! If only I was musically inclined I'd actually make this sound good.

Hehe do you know this poem of mine got published? Go to Poetry.com and search for Tracey Chan. The poem is called Numb. The direct link does not work sorry. Letters from the Soul Series. ISBN 0-7951-5160-8 I refuse to buy my own work published though. How lame. This was also supposed to be on some cd compilation of poems...joy. I guess I should submit some more.

Only this morning I found out about this. Sheesh I'm late. Hoorah they found the Afghan girl!
This picture and that one are mad sexy cool!

Talkin to Michy now. Apparently SBCS is lacking in hotties as well. Oh dear. We're all doomed. Ok I am doomed. Dars Stace and I are doomed. Hmm. Wonderful. Guh-reat.

I should be oh..doing work...drafting a logo. I have not done it...Oh well.

*yawn*

Ok work is done I'm out.

Oh good lord...I cannot believe this!

	You are Fozzie! Wokka Wokka! You love to make lame jokes. Your sense of humor might be a bit off, but you're a great friend and can always be counted on..
Take the What Muppet Are You? Quiz!

Stewps. Ok well at least I'm not alone. So is Steph and McKain. Hehehe.

Someone's missing my blogs awww. He said I shouldn't get a life and should blog more. Oh the nerve. Ah yes. My blog's oh so wanted.
*giggle*
Why am I not sleeping? It's been a long day. The sun is a bitch. These are really good beach days. *hint to people who love me etc*

Sean's made me teary again. I don't know why I empathise so much. Something tugs at my heartstrings (what's left of them) when I read his journal. Oh do I have any heart left? I was travelling around today, so there quite a bit of time for reflection and introspection.

I stared out the window, felt the boiling point heat searing my skin, and thinkig about how evil I really am, and that maybe I'm just like a guy. Of course I remain with some tinge of emotion and heart. I would care if I had to. Understand? If not check me for details. Kinda sleepy though. I believe I'll go napperise in a few.

This morning I got an overwhelming touch of joy on my blighted dark heart. I was coming home from the gym minding my own beeswax. The taxi stopped off to pick up a woman with about 3 kids, so one little girl had some flowers. She came in looked at the driver, gave him a flower, turned around, gave me one, then gave another passenger the last one. Awwwwwwwww. That was so so sweet. Too sweet. Her mom said "ahh that's Jesus' love". Indeed. My flower's all wilted but still on my desk.

Trace needs sleep dammit!!!!

I got some stuff done. It was Dars!!! T'was her indeed! She distracted me dammit! She also kept waking me up! Evil evil girl.
Tomorrow is going to be one hella full day. Oh boy. I have to go to the bank to deplete my already shallow account, then head off to class early to finish off some work. Christum. I hope my creativity is on target, because last week was rather horrible indeed.
I was drawing tonight. That's always a good thing I tell you. Good!

"Wishing all the best for you and now I will say goodbye cause all the shit that we've been through put wisdom in my eyes so walk away..." ~ Tantric - Mourning

I've laid out my agenda for the week. Let's hope I can stick with it because I plan to do quite a bit of work, and it's really essential for me now to do what I must. No running around again.

*prays*

Ok that last post is not like how sounded. I was sleepy. No I wasn't scoping...I just can't sleep around people...especially certain individuals with cameras...
My thumbs ACHE I tell you. Geezus Christ...maybe I was holding that XBox controller incorrectly or something, but geezzzzz. Just a little kicking ass...only a little... ahh tsk. Hayate. Remind me to actually find the book with all th emove thingies next time.

Thanks Jase for Illustrator 10. Woo weee!
I got Ocean's 11 and the Count of Monte Cristo last night, so, yay!

Just finished watching OE again. Hmm...idleness indeed.

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Sleep - the idea is arcane right about now. With a roomful of 12 guys and well 2 chics including me, I surely cannot think about shutting my eyes for a second.

DOA3 is cool.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAV!!!!
Today is also my aunt, Nevyn, and my late grampa's bdays - along with a few more I can't remember.

Ocean's Eleven kicks much ass. John Q is alright I suppose, but oh my oh my... OE is very groovy. Today I want to go see Monster's Inc, but, no one is coming with me. I'm a sad monster. *sniffle*


Cool!



What is your meaning of life?


Am sleepy.

*waves wearily*
Heylo.

Ahh so they've finally changed up Blogger a little. Nice.

*yawn*

/mood.
Dammit. Not asleep yet. Fuckery.
Why can my mood switch within a few oh...seconds?

I love Craig David.
In my sleepy stupor that plagues me, I have been gawking at Craig's site, which is really sweet. Listenign to his music and remixes. mmmmm good!
I'm supposing I should sleep right.
Ok will do.

"All you want is right there in that room, all you want
and all you need is sitting there with you..."
~~~
"And it's too late, and it's too bad,
don't think of me" ~ Dido

I told my ex to stay away from me.
He's telling me bullshit about how he's still fantasizing about me. Fuck no. How dare he? Want the real scoop? He doesn't check this site either way, so it doesn't really fucking matter does it now?
He's got some new girlfriend. He claims he loves me. Riiiggghht. And he's staying with the girl because if he breaks up with her, everyone will think he's an asshole. Riiigghht. Duh... he IS an asshole. On the other hand he doesn't know if he can be in a relationship with me. Figured that one out a long time ago stupid cowardly fuck. Uh HUH. (Make up your fucking mind bitch). At any length, too bad, he missed out, he was on my good side, now he's just pushing the fuckin envelope. According to his stupid flirting bullshit, he wants a purely non stringy sexual relationship. Not like that's a bad thing, but hello, stop fucking with other people's goddamn emotions. So I just lost it - silently and calmly - and told him I'm happy for him and to stay away from me. I felt guilty for all of a millisecond.
Aren't you proud?

Queen bitch strikes it..pow!
*snicker*

I'm listening to Dido. Hm. Moving along music.

Meanwhile, I hate it when people don't come out and say what they're feeling, or what they want. Why do I sound like a boy? I get that alot. "I can't read your mind you know!" Woops. Well now the tables have turned. Tsk. I can't stand it. Of course I don't say what I feel or want either...sometimes. When the person gets it, they get it good.

Know what? I need sleep.

No! Bowties suck!!!!

Tuxedos are sexy, but it really depends on who the carrier is...mm. Indeed. Can I just have the model? I hate those waiter bowties, so the first one is my choice. Picture model #2 with suit #1. Woooo! The Staces and Dars would agree I believe.
*grin*

It's funny how I can pick up gay guys from a mile off. Tsk. *giggle*

What oh what shall I do when my course is done?

*falls asleep*
Goddamn.

*munch* *sends real food to Stace*


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Lol...still?! Hehehhee. Lol @ There is no spoon. Stace is too. Ahhhh. Hehe. Nooo don't get out of bitch mode girl...not good not good. Dammit! I need accomplices!!!

*stretch an yawn* Hmm. Ok.

Jus has cute guys in his class...or whatever that is...

I'm hungry!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YAN YAN!!!! *MUAH!!*

Ah peasant tv. Tv..wow. I watched Alias earlier, which proved rather kickass indeed. Literally. She kicked ass!!! I've been tempted to look at all the other episodes, but I said I wouldn't- though I did manage to glance at the second episode. *ducks*

You guys must be wondering how come I haven't been blogging so much lately. I've nothing to bitch about - or no time to I should say.
I'm devoid of feeling. I have no strength left when blogging time comes around.
I wake up, go to the gym, get home, frig around, maybe sleep, attempt work, and the like. I've been slacking quite bit lately.
Mom wants me to get a job, dad doesn't.
*sigh*
I managed to send in a resum� for a job though (egads another secretary thing - joy). Reags said I could make big money selling my paintings. Hehehee. Uh huh. Sure thing. I need to fix up my site a little bit more, post some more work, and get orders for prints or something. Course, that's just the fraction of stuff I should be doing.

Meanwhile, the mosquitoes are eating me alive. Argh!!!
There's gym early, then I have to come home, do some work, make some calls, and then get to class. What a life. Geezus.

Mentally, and emotionally, I am stable. You know this is temporary, so I'm enjoying it while I can. (Dear God why do I sound schizo?!!) Emotionless is cool I suppose. Good girl..good good.
*poof*

Trace needs a hug and her bed.

You are worth exactly: $2,165,250.00.
Go check yuhself!
Oh geez...some people need to go to work. *glare*
I need a job. Just sent my resum� out - again. Mmm.

BLOG!!!! Bastard!!!! I hate you Blogger.

I'm Bart, who are you? by Lexi

Woo ha! BART!




That one reminds me of what Dirk once said to me - that I'm prone to be a druggie...wtf!

Resum� going out. Gimme job. Darnit.

Ice creamless cones suck!!! Ergghhh. This is torture. No coffee? Argggh!
I slept today. A lot. *snicker* That felt good, as it always does, but it was somehow more satisfying. No, my bed was empty.

Richard keeps sending this weirdass sites, of which I'm not actually feeling to post, because I bookmarked some and closed them off, and am too lazy to go looking now. They were funny though. Take my word for it. Really.

Nooo I am not gay!!!!! That's just one long story. I'm so not. Anyway my friends know this. Damit. The pic is cute. Dammit. So they said (or is it just to make me feel better?). *sniffle*

Steph: loveh, what do u really want?

Who knows?!?!!! I want ice cream! (Fuck you calories!!!)

I realised, after a few stories flung back and forth, what a complete bitch I am. Awww. Damn I wasn't sure I was capable. Hm... now I know, and it's getting worse! *hysterical laughter*
Oh boy. Stac will be proud. Yesss I'm a heartbreaker! Muahahahaha! Proud too.
*breaks out into Smurf song* La la la la la la ....

Everything but the Girl kicks alot of ass despite it being overly tabanca-ish.

Trace shall behave now

not.

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Am sleepy. Been reading too many supersecret diaries, and well, the real Tolkien stuffz. I finally finish The Two Towers - now onto Return of the King. It's about time really I know. As for you people interested in Elvish..., this is the site for you. Thanks Rors.

Stef, Stace and I had a really good time with this. Too many Trini (scaryassbitches) here. Good lord.

Steph sent this one - it's so him. Geekus Maximus - you geeks will appreciate this - I think. Although, it's for everyone.

*snicker*

Last nut not least - thank you Richard. LOL! Peter Pan?

Stefan says:
this guy looks like a fucking dangerous fairy

Synth says:
thas one fairy i eh leavin MY tooth for!

ROFL. Tinkerbell looks like his grandmother... Egads!

Stefan says:
tink looks like a George Street bat gone wrong

I do believe that's all for the day folks. Haha. It's been good.

Which My So-Called Life Character Are You? Find out @ She's Crafty

I got Angela at first. was disgusted, changed a couple answers and got Rayanne. Yay!

Wabbit wabbit.
March already. Christ.
*sigh*