tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61500932011-04-21T12:51:26.799-07:00Life is a Redundant Timeloop and Death is a MirageDon't listen to me, I know nothing.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1077519421638846832004-02-22T22:49:00.000-08:002004-02-22T22:59:47.076-08:00I am going insane. Bah. School starts back up tomorrow. My dad is crazy since I'm on the computer at eleven at night when I should go to sleep. Just not tired. I am going to be incredibly cranky tomorrow at school, I bet. I just don't want to sleep right now. I hate to get my blink of rest and hear that beeping. I moved my bed a little, so it's a little off and my nightstand is not on Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1077173912884982932004-02-18T22:45:00.000-08:002004-02-18T23:02:41.763-08:00LONG TIME NO SEE! MY GOODNESS. YESTERDAY WAS... ROSWELL DVD'S CAME OUT!!!! AND I GOT MY COPY!! AHHH!! I was hyperventilating and running around, so incredibly close to screaming. If it were not in public, I would have screamed so loud and did a little happy dance. Instead I was just freaking out like crazy, sort of screaming. If you have yet to know, my obsession: b>Roswell. Life. I Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1075861059920691132004-02-03T18:03:00.000-08:002004-02-03T18:19:59.436-08:00Argh. I changed the layout to a simpler thing. Blogger is making me mad since it won't show the picture on the top and keeps having a damn ad. Ahh, maybe I'll move again. It's always fun. *yawn* This is me, angry: GR. I cannot believe it is only Tuesday. I feel like I've lived a couple weeks in my two days at school. It's not even that anything bad happened, it's just been slow. Ack, Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1075770741033515312004-02-02T16:59:00.000-08:002004-02-02T17:17:20.186-08:00Yay! Memes!! What Makes You Sexy? by eva71Name/NickNameGenderSexy Body Part IsYour EyesSpecial Talents AreLooking InnocentCreated with quill18's MemeGen 2.0! What do people really think about you? by Raven319NameAgefavorite songParents thinkYou're an angelStrangers thinkYou're smartFriends thinkYou're wonderfulCreated with quill18's MemeGen 2.0! Your Sexual Profile (you sexual deviant you...) Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1075678265513835692004-02-01T15:26:00.000-08:002004-02-01T15:33:22.060-08:00Have you ever had the feeling that something was just over the horizon? That something was going to happen soon. It doesn't even have to be a big something, just a feeling. It's sort of like how I feel, it might just be my restlessness and anxiety from not doing all that I could do. It's just... this feeling. A few days ago I was thinking about self-image/body-image (watching a few too many Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1075427904433729492004-01-29T17:50:00.000-08:002004-01-29T18:00:37.310-08:00I need to do something. I need something to do. I'm going to leave in an hour or two but still... Did my homework. I want something more. Oh, did I tell you I went to the DECA competition? Eh, well yesterday, I did. We sucked. Eleventh out of sixteen. I guess it's okay for freshmen but still... I think we could have done a lot better. We bombed roleplay. It was horrible. Terrible. ItAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1075262745621121102004-01-27T19:58:00.000-08:002004-01-27T20:07:55.796-08:00Whee... Apparently, Simeon has been expelled for possession of marijuana and August is suspended for bringing knives to school. *sigh* They're both in my science class so we got a lecture about not making bad choices in our life. I think Monty said that we can make mistakes, but not poor decisions. I'm not quite sure, wasn't paying too much attention. Ahh, I was looking through some peoples'Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1075070492876710102004-01-25T14:27:00.000-08:002004-01-25T14:43:39.653-08:00Hello dear diary. Gee, what has happened so far in this cage I shall call my life? I was downtown for most of the afternoon yesterday. Shopping. I am a complete impulsive buyer. My goodness, pretty much everything I bought I wasn't going to... And William, I hope you like my gift. Let's have a joint party! Haha, your card is the nifties thing I bought. I love it. Ahh... Next weekend, me Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1074665824764025732004-01-20T22:10:00.000-08:002004-01-21T16:32:31.450-08:00Why hi there. Four days and I have not seen you. Meh, nothing much to say, really. Nothing totally useless and having no relevance to your life. I got my hair cut on Sunday. It's short now, short-ish, shorter than it was before. Also, it's fluffy. A lot fluffier than before, but less frizzy too. I like it, yet I don't. I wish I were able to just wear my hair longer and not look so Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1074407659948560292004-01-17T22:29:00.000-08:002004-01-17T22:36:16.140-08:00I am so incredibly stupid. Really, really, really. Gah, honestly, I need to get hopping on everything I need to do. Ahh, I was not built to handle situations like these, which is, to sum it up, life in general. I also got this cut on my thumb. I think it's a papercut but it's deeper than most of my other ones. It hasn't really healed either, but at least it stopped hurting everything it Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1074306920935847362004-01-16T18:13:00.000-08:002004-01-17T13:43:27.796-08:00Yay! I changed my template! One day, I shall have a custom, all to myself, until then, I'll bag on others. I love Jones Soda, yum! Three day weekend! Whee! Most of it I'll be busy writing my papers, doing my projects, procrastinating. Ahh, bliss. I need to find myself a good wallpaper too. *sigh* It's been incredibly mild lately -- the weather that is. Rain and the temperatures have Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1074131993171711762004-01-14T17:42:00.000-08:002004-01-14T18:01:44.653-08:00Howdy partner. I'm not in a very good place right now. I keep jumping back and forth about many--thing. Hm, what is the dealio. Let's see. Hmph, how do I say this? People. Let me start with that. People think they are very complex, but usually, it's not that hard to figure out what is going on in anyone's life if you pay enough attention. Things that are said, unspoken conversation, Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1074041191943890972004-01-13T16:37:00.000-08:002004-01-13T16:48:22.186-08:00It's disturbing. Just... Bleh. *shudder* Ugh. It's just... I mean... I don't want to know that stuff. *sigh* So, today was fun and interesting... Meh, not all that. Well, I went to school. I'm sure there's more that happened, but, people read this, which surprises me. Okay. Let me get this out... Woment have power. Hm... Papers, psha. I have too much to worry about. Oh, and I tookAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1073859982463558752004-01-11T14:12:00.000-08:002004-01-11T14:26:43.146-08:00Me again. I know, I know... it's her. Tough luck, it's my blog and I'll update as often or not as I wish to do so. Is it just me or have the number of pop-ups gone up dramatically? Even my homepage has pop-ups now and it didn't before. I think Fanatics does too. Everything. Blogger does sometimes. It's driving me up the wall! Anyway, it's Sunday. That means I get next to no sleep Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1073803146949184212004-01-10T22:32:00.000-08:002004-01-10T22:39:27.293-08:00Waiting on Carol again and I'm on the desktop. I was channel surfing and stopped on MTV, Cribs was on. They blurred the breast of a painting. That irks me. It's art, not supposed to be overly sexual in meaning. Take it as it is and leave it alone. Honestly, the human form, nude or not, is not only a sexual object that needs to be blurred from children's eyes or for whatever reason they do Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1073502548991111762004-01-07T11:03:00.000-08:002004-01-07T11:09:28.830-08:00Another snow day! That's three days now and it should end tomorrow. Yippee skippy. Unlike the many, I don't mind staying inside my house for days on end. As long as I have food and something to entertain me, or not even the amusement factor, I'm perfectly fine. I'm not all too sure why we don't have school today. The ice, I'm thinking, on the roads, but I don't think there can be that much Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1073370400566561892004-01-05T22:18:00.000-08:002004-01-05T22:28:49.413-08:00Yay! It's back! I added a short little entry at DL which I never use. There was one other entry and.. here: There are some times when you know it's time to give it up. Charade is over and you should cry it over if you want, or just go along merrily as ever. It comes and goes which is just fine. Perfect, really, as close to perfect as the human mind will care to take. That is what I shall doAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1073028178931609492004-01-01T23:15:00.000-08:002004-01-01T23:23:17.060-08:00I guess I should start off with the most unoriginal line of the day: HAPPY NEW YEAR! YAY! TWO THOUSAND FOUR! I thought maybe I should reminisce of the year I left behind, but I really can't. Nothing extrodinary really happened that I would like to go into. I met Laura, which was cool. In RL, there are less to be excited about. High school, big whoop. At least I made it, which I want to Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1072906932359020982003-12-31T13:38:00.000-08:002003-12-31T13:42:29.846-08:00It's New Year's Eve and I have no where to go. *sigh* I could crash a party or two, but I won't. Just stay at home and watch the ball drop -- maybe I'll play a video game about pirates or ninjas. Get it? Ahh, never mind. I still have a paper to write and three to outline. Whee... Fun shit. I should have done it my first few days of break because I don't remember a thing. Gr... I put Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1072851663163756582003-12-30T22:17:00.000-08:002003-12-30T22:21:20.786-08:00Hi there. This'll be really quick, just thought I'd drop by before I turn dear lappy off. IT'S SNOWING!! YAY! It's not that much, just an inch or so, but that's as much as we ever get and that is probably why I love the snow. Add that to the perfection, innocence that is the pristine white that covers the earth every so often and you got my favorite time of the winter. My birthday can Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1072661752285940092003-12-28T17:29:00.000-08:002003-12-28T17:36:09.123-08:00Here's the dealio. Nike Sucks. At least that's what my oratory is supposed to lead you to believe, only problem is I haven't written anything yet. Argh, it's not even that hard, I just don't know why I can't force myself to write it. So, instead, I hop onto my blog to try and get the juices flowing. *yawn* What a weekend, slow and wonderful. Oh, Jason's birthday is on Tuesday. Yay, goAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1072575034890174732003-12-27T17:25:00.000-08:002003-12-27T17:30:51.530-08:00Homework. One word. Eight letters that strike fear and guilt into my body. It's horrible. If I just do my work early then my stomach doesn't do flip-flops with the thought that I won't do it and fail. People are driven by two things: sucess and failure. If I do it, I usually succeed, when I don't -- I feel like a failure. Blah. Understand? I should be writing my oratory, researching my Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1072234228332573392003-12-23T18:18:00.000-08:002003-12-23T20:52:22.863-08:00Don't you hate it when you're trying to make a new screen name/email address/user name/etc and it keeps saying the name you want is taken. Over and over... AHH! I want to kill it! Those people probably haven't touched their screen name in a year! Let me take it off your hands! I have many, but... it's a... collection! Like stamps or lint... I collect... screen names? Oh, I tried to make Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1072142654969945112003-12-22T17:09:00.000-08:002003-12-22T17:24:30.426-08:00I'm just tired and I have a headache. Beats me why I'm still online. Nothing better to do, I guess. Sure, there are more productive things to do, but that's no fun. Soon, I'll do them soon. Promise. So, once again, I got to thinking. "Sammy." That's what I call myself. "Sammy, what are you doing with your life? Why do you waste so much time on petty things and when no one else cares?" Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1072048601668924442003-12-21T14:55:00.000-08:002003-12-22T16:08:23.450-08:00*sigh* Life's beautiful. Truly. Okie doke, enough of this. I really need to get a life. Now. Right now. Someone, I need to get out. This is tiring. Reading Order of the Phoenix again, it'll be wonderful. You have to love Ron, he's just... He gives HP light. It's wonderful. Add that to the red hair you got my guy. *shrugs* Mother is angered at me again because I haven't written my Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1071903954714262102003-12-19T22:47:00.000-08:002003-12-19T23:06:09.730-08:00I'm going to try and be as discreet as possible in this. Journal is in my room and I'll update that in an hour or so. Right now... Blah. [One.] Don't lie to me. I'm not that stupid and I am loyal. It's done and over with though, I can't change it now and I probably couldn't then. It's what it is. [Two.] I'm worried. Plain and simple. I'm not like your best friend, I'm your frister, and Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1071641934747212642003-12-16T22:16:00.000-08:002003-12-16T22:19:08.756-08:00This will be real short. I have to go to bed soon. Waking up at six am is really hazardous to your health, school should start a few hours later and end the same time. Anyhow, oh, well, there isn't much to say. I'm uber hyped right now. I could run a marathon -- maybe half of it. A mile, maybe. I'm not a runner. I'm not an athlete. Hmph. They're fun? I need to stretch though. I'm Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1071551666566640302003-12-15T21:08:00.000-08:002003-12-16T15:44:06.153-08:00Just needed to jot this down. I'm not sure why, but it makes me laugh. "Suddam Hussein": My name is Saddam Hussein. I am the president of Iraq and I want to negotiate. US Soldier: President Bush sends his reguards. We don't really know if it's Suddam, it might just be a conspiricy to boost morale and support for Bush. I wouldn't put anything over the US government. Bunch of liars they are. Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1071549504560944142003-12-15T20:31:00.000-08:002003-12-15T20:38:38.016-08:00I hate this battle, I hate this strain. I don't want it to be like this either *sigh* I wish it were different, I wish I were different. I'm not sure how to change, but I'm used to this much, I don't know if I want to. I ask for too much and give too little. I'm not talking about just the materialistic, don't think of me like that. Just everything in the whole. I want to much. I dream of Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1071547478036920892003-12-15T19:55:00.000-08:002003-12-15T20:04:51.950-08:00Hohoho! What up, foo? Know what I just remembered? Nothing happened to me today, I have nothing to say. I also don't have much to do right now. *sigh* Meaningless threats. What's the use? Ooo... over and over, why is that supposed to scare me? I do not understand. They hold no substance to me, get it? A shame, really. Maybe if you just have taught me something as a younger child, it Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1071467963527942642003-12-14T21:34:00.000-08:002003-12-14T21:59:36.406-08:00I'm tired. *yawn* *stretch* *rubs eyes* It's early and I'm tired. Probably because I just cleaned my room, sort of, and I want to go to sleep, but I don't. I don't have anything else to do, really. I could study for the quiz tomorrow morning, but it's a breeze. Maybe I should look at the material once, I haven't yet. No big. Ugh, just five more days and I get sixteen days off. Wee, Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1071451611696651162003-12-14T17:22:00.000-08:002003-12-14T17:27:05.006-08:00Yay! A change! I finally chose one. Geesh, I'm indecisive. Just thought it was cute, I'll probably change it again in a few weeks. I had this angel one but then my tagboard wasn't right and I chose this cookie one instead. Next I'm shooting for a baby. Aww, babies are so cute! *laughs* Speaking of... Eh, maybe tonight. Tag me. AmyAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1071392658325469092003-12-14T00:47:00.000-08:002003-12-14T01:04:31.760-08:00Still more procrastination on my part, terribly sorry. I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing up, probably keeping my sister up with my loud typing, I apologize again to her. I guess I've been thinking, and I'm not quite sure what I mean to say or what I think. I don't know much of anything. Kind of like a puzzle that's half done, I have a border, that's the easiest to build and some parts of Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1071380928744536092003-12-13T21:34:00.000-08:002003-12-13T21:49:01.690-08:00I think I'm too picky. I need a new template. *sigh* Too lazy... too picky... too tired. Well, I got most, if not all of my gifts for this holiday season. Fun. Gah, I am tired. Not a sleepy-tired, just tired. Tired of life, eyes are tired, too tired to do anything. Oh, there was this "painter" template that I liked to a degree. Should I change it? Are you getting bored? Aye, I am. IAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1071347300109164862003-12-13T12:25:00.000-08:002003-12-13T12:28:33.073-08:00Don't you hate it when you try and try and try to get in contact with someone but you just never can? I do. And one of the few times you're willing to leave a message, the person doesn't have the answering machine on. Why is fate so cruel? Bah, take out people and I'm a happy camper. I just need to get a hold of [insert name here] That was awful short. I might be back to give a real Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1071289146808299532003-12-12T20:11:00.000-08:002003-12-12T20:19:19.726-08:00I need someone. I'm all twisted in knots and trapped. Nothing to worry about. Nothing big. You know me, or maybe you don't. I just needed to say that, and since I won't elborate I guess I'll just *POOF* AmyAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1071184183591574082003-12-11T15:02:00.000-08:002003-12-11T15:09:56.320-08:00I'm neglecting you too! I'm sorry, I don't think anyone's reading anyway, but meh. I watched Ryan and Trista's wedding last night. Can you say "AWWW!"? I love Ryan, he's the besterest! I'm happy for them. It's great. Ohhh, and I watched Average Joe and... BOO! HISS!! Grrr... Jason makes me mad - And gives me the creeps. He's boring and I don't care what anyone else says, he's not Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1070894725019791772003-12-08T06:40:00.000-08:002003-12-08T06:45:36.353-08:00Well, by gum! What is Amy doing posting at such ungodly hours? That's right, chum, school. Alas, the day has turned into Monday and I needed to print my paper out *crosses fingers* so I decided to say a word or two to you. I seriously need to get cracking on my *real* journal. It misses me and I miss it. *sigh* Maybe tonight. I also need to get out and shop for these people I call friends Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1070834879806245522003-12-07T14:07:00.000-08:002003-12-07T14:08:11.523-08:00clicky clickAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1070834522657208382003-12-07T13:56:00.000-08:002003-12-07T14:02:14.436-08:00I'm supposed to be fixing my paper right now, but I have time. Not due for another.... 21-ish hours. Time is usually on my side. The lucky one. Go me. So, here I sit. In my room. On my bed. Life is grand. I'm telling ya. It's just great. Wonderful. Fantastic. If only other people would understand that. If's won't get me anywhere, I might as well give up. Yup, you heard it Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1070772784440180842003-12-06T20:12:00.000-08:002003-12-06T20:53:15.333-08:00I haven't taken quizzies in a while... Oregon is a nice place, isn't it? Yes, it is. Youshould live there. So should I. As of nowit's not crowded, but you never know. Soummmm, ok...Oregon....yeah. What State Is Perfect For You? brought to you by Quizilla I live near Oregon as it is. Only a few hours drive and wheee... Portland. You are naturally born with a gift, whether it bepoetry, Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1070769333567629892003-12-06T19:22:00.000-08:002003-12-06T19:55:44.443-08:00Well, hidy ho neighbor. It's funny how when one person comes on - it creates a chain reaction, sometimes one person comes on or comes back from away sometimes more, or the other way around. It's kind of bothersome when you notice that they're there and just hiding from the world until a certain someone comes along. Eh, but why am I worrying? I'm neurotic. Whee. I need a new avatar too.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1070695249861037592003-12-05T23:15:00.000-08:002003-12-05T23:27:15.446-08:00It's astormin'! Rock on! Rain, rain, go away, come again another day.... Ahh, nooo, come back! *sigh* I'd rather get snow. Snow is fun. Ya know what I miss? Not much. I don't like much either. I'm just an overall negative person. How sad. I'm positive sometimes and I'm childish usually. I apologize in advance. I'm kind of tired. I get tired easily. And my tummy hurts. Ow. Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1070678737473637372003-12-05T18:43:00.000-08:002003-12-05T18:45:48.210-08:00Smoking is bad for you, people. Very, very bad. Don't smoke. I'm not a big fan of smokers. Shoot up instead. Kidding. How are you? I am... well, I'm not smoking. Still hacking up like a hog, but I'm better, and unlike what everyone else says, I am not sick. Grrrr... Oh, heck. I'm just going to shower now. Yay! I'll be back in... half an hour. Maybe. Tag me. AmyAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1070668642584639372003-12-05T15:46:00.000-08:002003-12-05T15:57:33.120-08:00581-LMT Howdy, howdy, howdy! How are you this lovely afternoon? It's drizzling outside, but at least the storm's not here yet. It won't be all that big, it never is... at least where I am. It's all gravy. Pressure write in Sparks today. Ahh, craziness. Mine was pretty bad. My pressure writes usually are. Great stuff. Ohh! I wanted to say something, but I forgot what it was. *think Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1070594793083480462003-12-04T19:09:00.000-08:002003-12-04T19:55:48.636-08:00Hey there. Homework. I'm supposed to do homework. Geo. (check) Paper for SS (not checked) Get poetry and prose(not checked) Finish to Book 15 in The Odysessy (let's just say check for ole' times' sake) Anyway... I went to the Sonics game yesterday versus the Knicks. We kicked ass. Yay. Go home team. I got on the big screen too. Haha, that was fun. Still having bouts of coughing. FunAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1070343587551773432003-12-01T21:32:00.000-08:002003-12-01T21:39:57.516-08:00SHIT! Man, I just typed some stuff up and pressed "backspace" and it all... disapeared. *POOF* Vanished. Gah. I hate myself. Let me see what I remember... I said.... "Hello People *waves* (I think) How are you this lovely night? [something something something] [Ohhh... geeze... I don't remember] Coughing all night... three hours of sleep... Yay... Whee... That's all I'm getting. Gr..Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1070326271227726352003-12-01T16:40:00.000-08:002003-12-01T16:51:21.630-08:00I hate when people lie. Gr... I hate when people deny themselves and truely believe that. Grrr... I play the denial game every once in a while, but I tell myself the truth in my private time. I'm not a complete blonde. Technically I'm not blonde anyway you cut it, I'm Asian, and I'm not usually ditzy. Everyone have their movements. I hate debate. As in the class. There're five girls. Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150093.post-1070236248754026222003-11-30T15:46:00.000-08:002003-12-01T14:54:31.046-08:00Um.... Hi there. How are you? I am Amy. Yay, go Amy. Right. *ahem* Well, I don't have anything to say right now except... I want my Binkie! That's right folks. I am a dependent freak of nature that should be tied down and restrained. Er... kidding. See, he's my kinda nephew. Actually, more like a nothing made from nothing, it's a binkie! Gee, I haven't used one in the longest time! I'mAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743416459524515671noreply@blogger.com