Okay, okay. I'm going out of town for some business-related reasons. I'll be back on Monday. I am tiiiiiiired.
Oh god. I saw the Pixies recently. That was pretty awesome, BUT WHY DOES EVERYONE HAVE TO THROW THEIR BEER CUPS ON THE GROUND? Oh my god. Bring a bag. Throw it in the trash. You can try to wend yourself back to wherever you were standing. And, yes, Kim Deal is still hot, but the rest of the Pixies... You know, you can just listen to the music, okay? Besides, Kim was facing the drums for a lot of the show. So whatever. AND YES, I TOOK A DIGGER. BECAUSE OF YOUR BEER CUPS. DO YOU KNOW THAT PEOPLE HAVE TO CLEAN UP YOUR BEER CUPS? ALSO. Stupid hippie girl. I mean, STUPID HIPPIE GIRL, WHY MUST YOU SPILL YOUR BEER ON ME? CLEAR THE POT SMOKE FROM YOUR EYES, LADY. Seriously. If you're going to drink at a concert, don't carry a full beer cup through the throngs. Drink on the sidelines or whatever. You ruined my pretty blouse. It wasn't expensive, but I liked it. And I can't replace it, because I found it at the Salvation Army. And I bought it for three dollars, okay, but I liked it.
I have another question. Why is it that I always wind up standing next to the loud guy who shouts at the opening band? Okay, yes, "GET OFF THE STAGE, ROB THOMAS" is funny. Because jokes at Matchbox 20's expense are funny. Or is it just Matchbox now? Like, thanks for the emails, people. I know it's John Mellancamp. He added the quotation marks and the Mellancamp, and then he dropped the Cougar, and now it's just John Mellancamp. I know this. Now you can stop emailing me. I have a gmail account, yes, so I can take it, but seriously. Quit it.
So my family put a Kerry/Edwards sign on our front lawn. We're all registered democrats, so the local campaign people called us and asked if we would put a sign on our lawn. And we did. And I've discussed my insane neighbors in this forum, haven't I? The lady who yells at her kids, honks her horn to get her kids out of the house and into the car -- AT SEVEN IN THE MORNING. When MANY PEOPLE ARE ASLEEP. I AM OVERUSING THE SHIFT KEY. I COULD USE THE CAPS LOCK, I SUPPOSE. ANYway. Anyway, the next day, the VERY next day, there is a Mel Martinez sign and a Bush/Cheney sign on their lawn. Oh, yeah, she's also the lady with the parrot, except I think she probably killed her parrot. But she had this parrot, or a cockatiel, or whatever, and it was so loud. All the time. And it once flew into our yard, and we helped her "rescue" it or whatever. And this story is going somewhere, okay, just trust me. Anyway, her kids constantly wind up throwing their balls (er, not their testicles, okay, because ew -- they're mostly children, but she's Catholic and has a brood, so whatever) over my fence, and they have to interrupt whatever I'm doing so I can let them into the backyard and grab their balls. And I do this. And I am nice while I do it. I don't grumble about it, okay. One time, ONCE, my cat Sidney jumped over onto their side of the fence. And they have a rottweiler or bulldog or something that they never walk, but that's another story because they ARE irresponsible pet owners, but Sid, he jumps over the fence. And the dog is fairly well-behaved, 'cause he's just barking his fool head off and not touching him, which is nice, but I rang the doorbell. I knocked. SHE WOULD NOT ANSWER THE DOOR. I waited there five minutes, I went over to my backyard and tried to climb the fence, but... the hedge was in the way, and I'm not athletic, and THEN. Then she comes out and asks what's going on, and I said, "Look, there's my cat." And then she groaned and rolled her eyes. And I said, "Your kids are always coming through my house to fetch their balls, isn't a living, breathing animal more important?" So then she says, "I have to open the gate." And that took another five minutes, because the lady is incompetent. And then I finally got my cat, Sid, who was frightened to death.
That story is meant to illustrate that my neighbors are assholes. Furthermore, they keep knocking down the sign. My mother shouted to the winds, "IF THIS SIGN FALLS OVER AGAIN, I'LL SET UP A HIDDEN WEBCAM AND FIND OUT WHAT'S GOING ON." And maybe she also said, "NO FLIP FLOP JOKES, BECAUSE THAT SHIT IS NOT FUNNY." And also, Bush is a total flip flopper, so fuck you, Bushies. Anyway. We're immature people. You guys should know that. My first response when I saw my neighbors' Bush/Martinez signs was, "oh, shit, I'm getting a Betty Castor sign AND a Jimmy Morales sign, goddamn it." And, I think I will. But, you know, my dad said the same thing. Like father, like daughter, huh? He also got a SECOND Kerry sign to put on the other side of our lawn.
Oh, and regarding Mel Martinez. He is running the most disgusting ads. Seriously, they're just so insulting. He's basically calling little old lady Betty Castor a terrorist. He's running against Castor for Senate. I'm trying to find the ad on his website, but of course he only has the positive ads uploaded. "Who, me? Attack ads? No, no, a thousand times no!" My god. What a hypocrite. I think this is the second or third series of an attack ad campaign called "Jihad." There's an article about the latest ad here. I'm not sure if the Miami Herald is still a conservative paper, but they used to endorse mostly Republicans. Maybe it's changed, or maybe they're actually being fair and balanced. The Herald was one of the first papers to print an article exposing the deceit in the ads. They also endorsed her, which is nice. Oh, and here's a little snippet from another article:
Oh god. I saw the Pixies recently. That was pretty awesome, BUT WHY DOES EVERYONE HAVE TO THROW THEIR BEER CUPS ON THE GROUND? Oh my god. Bring a bag. Throw it in the trash. You can try to wend yourself back to wherever you were standing. And, yes, Kim Deal is still hot, but the rest of the Pixies... You know, you can just listen to the music, okay? Besides, Kim was facing the drums for a lot of the show. So whatever. AND YES, I TOOK A DIGGER. BECAUSE OF YOUR BEER CUPS. DO YOU KNOW THAT PEOPLE HAVE TO CLEAN UP YOUR BEER CUPS? ALSO. Stupid hippie girl. I mean, STUPID HIPPIE GIRL, WHY MUST YOU SPILL YOUR BEER ON ME? CLEAR THE POT SMOKE FROM YOUR EYES, LADY. Seriously. If you're going to drink at a concert, don't carry a full beer cup through the throngs. Drink on the sidelines or whatever. You ruined my pretty blouse. It wasn't expensive, but I liked it. And I can't replace it, because I found it at the Salvation Army. And I bought it for three dollars, okay, but I liked it.
I have another question. Why is it that I always wind up standing next to the loud guy who shouts at the opening band? Okay, yes, "GET OFF THE STAGE, ROB THOMAS" is funny. Because jokes at Matchbox 20's expense are funny. Or is it just Matchbox now? Like, thanks for the emails, people. I know it's John Mellancamp. He added the quotation marks and the Mellancamp, and then he dropped the Cougar, and now it's just John Mellancamp. I know this. Now you can stop emailing me. I have a gmail account, yes, so I can take it, but seriously. Quit it.
So my family put a Kerry/Edwards sign on our front lawn. We're all registered democrats, so the local campaign people called us and asked if we would put a sign on our lawn. And we did. And I've discussed my insane neighbors in this forum, haven't I? The lady who yells at her kids, honks her horn to get her kids out of the house and into the car -- AT SEVEN IN THE MORNING. When MANY PEOPLE ARE ASLEEP. I AM OVERUSING THE SHIFT KEY. I COULD USE THE CAPS LOCK, I SUPPOSE. ANYway. Anyway, the next day, the VERY next day, there is a Mel Martinez sign and a Bush/Cheney sign on their lawn. Oh, yeah, she's also the lady with the parrot, except I think she probably killed her parrot. But she had this parrot, or a cockatiel, or whatever, and it was so loud. All the time. And it once flew into our yard, and we helped her "rescue" it or whatever. And this story is going somewhere, okay, just trust me. Anyway, her kids constantly wind up throwing their balls (er, not their testicles, okay, because ew -- they're mostly children, but she's Catholic and has a brood, so whatever) over my fence, and they have to interrupt whatever I'm doing so I can let them into the backyard and grab their balls. And I do this. And I am nice while I do it. I don't grumble about it, okay. One time, ONCE, my cat Sidney jumped over onto their side of the fence. And they have a rottweiler or bulldog or something that they never walk, but that's another story because they ARE irresponsible pet owners, but Sid, he jumps over the fence. And the dog is fairly well-behaved, 'cause he's just barking his fool head off and not touching him, which is nice, but I rang the doorbell. I knocked. SHE WOULD NOT ANSWER THE DOOR. I waited there five minutes, I went over to my backyard and tried to climb the fence, but... the hedge was in the way, and I'm not athletic, and THEN. Then she comes out and asks what's going on, and I said, "Look, there's my cat." And then she groaned and rolled her eyes. And I said, "Your kids are always coming through my house to fetch their balls, isn't a living, breathing animal more important?" So then she says, "I have to open the gate." And that took another five minutes, because the lady is incompetent. And then I finally got my cat, Sid, who was frightened to death.
That story is meant to illustrate that my neighbors are assholes. Furthermore, they keep knocking down the sign. My mother shouted to the winds, "IF THIS SIGN FALLS OVER AGAIN, I'LL SET UP A HIDDEN WEBCAM AND FIND OUT WHAT'S GOING ON." And maybe she also said, "NO FLIP FLOP JOKES, BECAUSE THAT SHIT IS NOT FUNNY." And also, Bush is a total flip flopper, so fuck you, Bushies. Anyway. We're immature people. You guys should know that. My first response when I saw my neighbors' Bush/Martinez signs was, "oh, shit, I'm getting a Betty Castor sign AND a Jimmy Morales sign, goddamn it." And, I think I will. But, you know, my dad said the same thing. Like father, like daughter, huh? He also got a SECOND Kerry sign to put on the other side of our lawn.
Oh, and regarding Mel Martinez. He is running the most disgusting ads. Seriously, they're just so insulting. He's basically calling little old lady Betty Castor a terrorist. He's running against Castor for Senate. I'm trying to find the ad on his website, but of course he only has the positive ads uploaded. "Who, me? Attack ads? No, no, a thousand times no!" My god. What a hypocrite. I think this is the second or third series of an attack ad campaign called "Jihad." There's an article about the latest ad here. I'm not sure if the Miami Herald is still a conservative paper, but they used to endorse mostly Republicans. Maybe it's changed, or maybe they're actually being fair and balanced. The Herald was one of the first papers to print an article exposing the deceit in the ads. They also endorsed her, which is nice. Oh, and here's a little snippet from another article:
The new antiterrorism front: Seminole County, Florida, according to a recent e-mail from Republican Senate hopeful Mel Martinez's county campaign chairman, who urges supporters to stop Democrat Betty Castor from winning.
''Your dedicated assistance is the only thing that can prevent such a catastrophe from occurring,'' the e-mail said. ``You and I are the front line on the war on terror because if Castor succeeds, we lose that war.''
Oh my god, the lady has dentures. Bitch, please.
Okay. Happier news: I'm going to see Morrissey. Shut up. I like him. You like him, too. Today, in class, I started doodling in my notes. I drew a picture of Morrissey riding on a tractor, like he did in THE BEST VIDEO EVER. I love that "Suede Head" video. Heeeeee. YOU RIDE THAT TRACTOR, MOZ.
On that note, I'll say bye bye for now. I'll be back on Monday. 
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kestrel:
Thanks for knowin' I'm a girl. 
estrada:
The sloth in that picture is concentrating on eating. He's looking down at that delicious leaf. 