Friday, November 28, 2003
He's home!!!
Matt came home yesterday!
^____________^
His parents, Jay and I went to go get him at Albany airport. And of course, he was the last person off the plane. I thought I was going to piss my pants right there in the middle of the airport. I almsot ran through security when I saw him... that wouldn't have been good. They kind of had an armed guard, and yeah. I'd have been shot.
It sucks, they don't let you go to the gate that they're coming out of anymore. At Albany, there's this one big security checkpoint and you can't go past without a ticket. Which sucks, because I wanted to go to his gate to get him. That would have been much nicer.
But, on the bright side, he's home now. He'll be home until December 18, which is when he heads off to Colorado. I don't want to see him leave again... but I know it won't be anything like when he left for boot camp.
First of all, I won't be there to say goodbye. The last time I'll see him is December 17, I have school the 18, and his flight leaves before school gets out. Which sucks royal ass.
But, like I said, he's home, and he'll be home for a little while. It's not long enough if you ask me, but someday I'll be with him in Colorado and everything will be peachy. Until he gets deployed.
Well, since tonight is the first night I've been home since Tuesday, I'm going to go blog hopping, see what's been going on with everyone seeing how nobody's online at the moment. Sab was earlier, but he's gone now.
My neck hurts
Ok, really going this time.
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Tuesday, November 25, 2003
Sara: Sex education is one of those things you've got to be blunt about.
Jared: my balls hurt.
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Sunday, November 23, 2003
Lau: "Dude, whenever I step on my pants, my orange moves funny"
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Friday, November 21, 2003
This is.... interesting.
o.O
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Thursday, November 20, 2003
It's starting to hit me, that this is my last year. My senior year of high school is almost over... it's a very surreal feeling. 13 years of school, most of which has been bull-shit. And 14 years of dance class. It's going to be a very hard recital.
Our first costumes were red, Suzie Snowflake. And this year our costumes are red, too. It's kind of ironic like that, we started and finished in red. I'm going to be crying so much at this recital. Brittany, Erica, Sarah and I have been in the same class together for 14 years. And now we're all leaving. We're the only ones left from that original class, and even though we weren't in the same cliques in high school, or even the same school in Erica's case, we're still like family. We've grown up together, it's almost like sisters.
I've always loved dance class. It's always been the break in my week, my escape. Everything is so competitive in high school, and there's none of that in dance. We just go and dance, and it's something that we've all done for years, something that we all love to do. And our class is just awesome together, we've always worked well together.
I just can't believe it's all ending. I keep expecting to talk about registration in August. The first day of school in September, and the first dance class the week after. Thursday night, always a Thursday night. To think that I'm not going to be teaching my babies anymore, even though they're not babies now. I don't want to let them go, I've grown very attached to them all. Especially the ones that were there the first year I taught. Kylee, Angel, Kaitlin. It sucks that Shannon's not there anymore. And Teresa, too. Teresa's still in dance, but not my class.
God, I'm going to miss dance. I'm not going to know what to do with myself. I know I'll be looking for a danc studio in Colorado. It'll never be the same anymore. It won't be Sharyn, it won't be all of us. There won't be Danielle, or Laura, or Erica, or any of us. It's not just the dancing that I love about this studio, it's the family atmosphere. How we're all so comfortable around each other, we can be goofy and fun and just do what we do. We don't put on an act for the outside world in dance. It's just us being us and I love it. I'm going to miss it so much.
I'm starting to get that scared senior thing. I know what I'm going to do, but I can't help but have that panicy feeling. I mean, what if I can't get a job for whatever reason? What am I going to do? I don't want to start college yet, seeing how I don't know what I want to do yet. Not to mention I'm leaving in August. It's too late to apply for the next semester anyway. I hope I can get a job, I don't feel like being some poor dumb slob. And it's bad enough I already feel like one, seeing how dad doesn't think I'll make anything of myself anyway. He thinks I'm just going to sit around and mooch off Matt my whole life, and that kind of bugs me. But the only thing I can do is prove him wrong. Of course, it'll never be enough, I'll never equal him, because he works so much and I don't. And to him, anyone who doens't work as much as he does is just lazy.
I hope I don't lose touch with my friends, either. I'm going to be moving to the other side of the country, and it'll be just me and Matt until we make friends out there, too. But it'll never be the same as everyone back here. Back home, where we grew up. There's never going to be anyone that could compare to Amy, or Laura, or Sara, or John, or anyone else. There's only one of all of us. I'm never going to sit in a lunch caffeteria with these people again. I'll never sing 'happy birthday' really loud with everyone at the table to embarass someone on their birthday again. I won't see Tom and Jay carry out their little soap opera affair. No more throwing corn at each other, and bitching about the teachers.
Things have changed so much. It seems like only yesterday I was going to dance class, learning Suzie Snowflake. That I was at Brittany's house playing barbies with her and Dana, or hush puppies, or puppies in my pocket. Or building snow forts at Laura's house. And sledding down the hill behind Jodie's house. And watching John clothesline himself on the clothesline. Yelling at John when he threw the toads at the garage wall... the Silver Leapords and the Skull and Dagger.... by the way, Alex, you still owe me a pencil.
I remember there was a solar eclipse during second grade, when I was in Mr. Watts' class. That was the year when Mr. Watts took away my 'My Little Pony's because Sara and I were playing with them. And I always had trouble with my cursive writing (still do, actually). I remember learning to tell time in first grade, and that was the year I met Jodie. Then when I told mom I'd met a new friend and her name was Jodie, she told me that Jodie was my cousin. Which was odd. I remember my crush on Jared in second grade, and I didn't meet him until seventh. Then I had a crush on him again. Then we hated eachother, now we're friends. I remember Alex singing Henry VIII with a quarter on his nose while wearing that hat. I remember Mr. Ruggerio talking to us in third about joining band, and I told him I wanted to play flute, when he already had too many. But he let me anyway because I had my own already. And it's still the one I play... which needs to be sent out, by the way. I remember Mr. Jones... and how we only had one year with him before all the problems came to surface. I remember how we always used to talk about how we could see him and Julie together if it weren't for the fact that he was married, and then it turned out to be true. Now we're the last class existing that ever had him as a teacher in our school. He won't be remembered after we're gone... I wonder if Mrs. Cutler is going to throw a party?
That wasn't really fair of me, but I honestly don't really like her. I do feel bad for her though, she's had it rough. She came in during a tough time for us, and just didn't go about it the right way. And she's still struggling with us. It seems like it gets worse every day. It's the classes under us that are coming up. They have absolutely no respect for people anymore. It's skating this and sex that, and where's their morals? They're all on some kind of drug, hanging with the wrong crowd, doing things just to be 'cool'. And I know it's always been that way, but it seems to be getting worse. And Jay's right in there with 'em all. He's been seen smoking. I don't like that, and I worry about him. I worry about my other friends who smoke, too. I don't want to see them all get cancer or some other problem because of it. And I wonder why people do do it, knowing since we were born what it can do to you. Why the hell would someone want to do it?
I just can't believe we're all growing up. It seems like only yesterday boys had cooties, and I was doing Suzie Snowflake. Suzie Snowflake has become the symbol of my childhood. Whenever I think of 'the good 'ol days' I think of Suzie Snowflake. All my memories revolve around that one dance.
And there's Tootsie, too. She's been there through it all. We got her when I was two, and she's still alive. Not quite kicking, though. She's 15, and nto doing so well anymore. She can't hear that well, and she walks kind of funny. She's getting skinny, too. She really is my childhood, more so than Suzie Snowflake. It's wierd how her age is getting to her during my senior year, my last year. It's symbolic in a way of the end of this part of my life. I have a feeling she's not going to make it past spring or summer, if she even survives this winter. I can't stand the thought of her dying. When I really think, I have no memory before the memory of the day we got her. She's my first memory. I was two years old, the month before my third birthday. We went to Brittany's to see the kittens, one of the barn cats gave birth to them. They took the cat in because she was pregnant. Tootsie was one of that litter. When we went to see them, all the kittens were piled on one another sleeping like kittens do, except for Tootsie. She was on the other side of the basket, all by herself. That was the day we claimed her as ours, even though she wasn't old enough to leave her mother yet. We waited, and when she was old enough, we brought her home. We made up this little bed thing for her. It was this big box with a blanket or towel in the corner of it for a bed, with a door to get out, and a door off the side that led to the litter-box. And we had all kinds of cat toys for her, and a little collar. She was so tiny.
As she got older, she started wandering out of the basement. When she was old enough to get up the stairs by herself. She used to hide under my bed and attack mom's feet when she was reading me a bed-time story. And she used to attack people's feet when they walked through the door. She had a shoe fettish, still does. She loves to smell and rub up against my shoes whenever I get to gram's after school. And she had a Barbie fettish, too. She'd roll around on the floor with them, she loved their hair. She loved my hair, too. She used to roll in that if she got up on my head in bed or when I was laying on the floor. She once knocked a Barbie off a chair where I'd left it so she could play with it. She also got her head stuck in a shoe before, too. And string, she loved string. If you dangled string for her, she'd jump after it and chase it. And it was even better if you tied a bit of newspaper to the end for her. And she always gets her claws stuck in things. They were always sticking in the carpets or the string, she still does it. Only now it's my sweatshirt and pants legs.
I hate thinking that someday, most likely soon, she's not going to be around anymore. I'm not going to be able to go downstairs and find her on her shelf and carry her around. But if I don't think about it, it's going to make it even harder when she is gone. She hasn't been eating well lately, she's getting skinny. She acts funny, too. Disoriented, almost. Like she can't figure out where she is sometimes. She can't hear well. I think the hard cat food is too hard for her to chew, which might explain part of the weight loss. She gets cranky easily, too. She doesn't like to be moved, when before she didn't mind. She used to come out whenever I got to gram's, she'd hear me come in and she'd come find me. But not anymore, probably because she can't hear well.
It's just hard to believe it's all ending. Our childhood is over now, and it's time to grow up. Time to act like 'adults', whatever that is. I just really hope I don't lose touch with everyone, I can't imagine not having everyone in my life. I hope the little kid in us all never dies, no matter what happens in our lives.
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Monday, November 17, 2003
*singing* one and a half weeks... one and a half weeks...
^_______________^
Other than that, there is absolutely nothing to talk about.
Unless of course I babble on and on about how much I hate the military. That's just an endless topic.
I hate the way they control your life. They just take it right away and turn you into a meat-popcicle. You don't even have a first name anymore. It's all "Jones, report to reception A.S.A.P." "Yes, sir" *salute*
>.<
Not to mention housing. Get this: when you have a place of your own, you're not in training anymore, they still inspect your house. Even if you have a family. Your house gets inspected.
Of course, this is (supposedly) only if you have base housing. ie: a house on base that they let you live in. Which technically when you get down to it... it makes sense. But fuck technicalities.
The point is I don't want some guy waltzing into my house with an M16 telling me to shampoo my carpet. I live in it, and I don't think they have a right to tell me how to run my house. I'll put everything back when I'm done, they don't need to worry.
>.<
Stupid military people. *grumble* But... at least Matt comes with it. He'll just have to tell me when they're going to inspect (if they even tell him) so I can be at the library or something. Because whatever I do or say reflects back onto him... because that's just the way they work. Anything to screw them, I swear.
Which brings me to another point. Why in the hell does it reflect back on him? He didn't tell the person to act up or get in trouble or whatever. It's a completely separate person whom he has no control over. Stupid stupid military.
I hate the military. Them and all thier stupid rules.
If someone in the military has pre-marital sex, he/she can be court marshalled (if I spelled that right). Also, committing adultery is a crime punishable by death. DEATH!! So they go have sex with someone they're not married to. Too bad for the spouse, they get divorced. But is it worth putting someone to DEATH? That's taking someone's life away for having sex. Granted, they shouldn't be cheating on thier spouse, but it's a private matter. I don't think they have any right to take someone's life for something like that.
Not to mention, the military's intolerance of gays. Granted, they'll let you in if you're gay. But you have to stay in the "closet". You can't have any private homosexual relations of any kind. Again, it's a person's private life. I don't think they should have any say in who someone sleeps with.
What is it with the military and all this sex stuff? Stupid bastards, they just never got laid, that's all. *stubborn'ness*
God I hate that term. "Laid". Who says that? (Other than Micah). It's so... deragatory (sp?). I much prefer "making love" myself... but maybe I'm just strange.
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Thursday, November 13, 2003
I'm eating this 'chicken cordon bleu' thing... it's basically cheese and meat in an odd little pouch thing. And the cheese is leaking all over the place.
o.O
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Niki fell off the face of the earth at 06:00 p.m.
Wednesday, November 12, 2003
We're in the middle of doing this incredibly stupid french thing in the computer lab, so I thought I'd vent a little.
It's stupid
That's all.
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Sunday, November 9, 2003
On the way to Pizza Hut, mom saw a sign for a Dr. Cat.
Mom: Dr. Cat, only takes cats, that's discriminatory toward all the other animals.
Me: And a horse doctor is discriminatory toward dogs.
John: A witch doctor is discriminatory toward anyone who's not a witch.
Me: And a gynocologist is discriminatory toward men!
O.o
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Wednesday, November 5, 2003
The dogs have decided to eat random things off the computer desk. Yesterday they ate an empty cigarette box and some Junior Mints. Today they ate staples and a floppy disk.
I figure that either they're pissed that we put the gates back up and they can't get into things in the rest of the house, or we don't feed them enough. It's most likely the former. I'm surprised they didn't eat the things that smell like food first. Like the handlotion, the butterscotch scented candle, or the empty can of root beer.
Mom wants to leave one of them in the cage tomorrow to see which one of them has been getting into things. I think it's Trixie, seeing how she's the one who was always in my room when the gates were down, and she was the one who ate the scented candle Laura gave me for my birthday. I could kill her for that.
The D6 bell is all messed up. But not as bad as the Eb6 bell. That one just rings really loud for no apparent reason. It almost broke my eardrum today! But not... o.o
Yeah, I think I'll be going now.
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Tuesday, November 4, 2003
I have some very happy news. Some very very happy news. Dad fixed my shower!
I know it doesn't thrill anyone except me... and maybe Snoot. But I've had almost no water pressure for quite some time now, and he finally got around to fixing it tonight.
Of course, he didn't do it until after I took tonight's shower. But the good news is it's fixed.
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Monday, November 3, 2003
Well, I haven't updated on my ever-so-exciting life in a while, so I think I'll do that now. Nothing better to do. Well, there is homework... but that's not better.
We started on Ishmael today in English, which makes me happy. I love that gorilla. And if you ignore the fact that it's a telepathic gorilla, it makes you think.
Halloween was... eh. Ok I guess. Really really slow. We had candy left over at Grandma's house. We never have left-over candy. It seems like almost everyone who was out was in a car. Nobody ever goes to strangers' houses anymore, they're too afraid of finding razor blades or pins in thier candy. And not many people know us anymore, at least not people who have little kids that they take trick-or-treating.
It was pretty fun in school, though. I dressed up as a vampire, complete with fangs. Dyed my hair black, too. And people kept asking me if I'd dyed my hair or not. Well... LOOK AT IT!. People are so stupid. One day my hair is blonde'ish red'ish brown'ish, like normal. The next, it's black. Gee... I wonder. Maybe it myseriously changed overnight. -_-'
Matt's out at that... place.... there. Yeah. I can't remember the name of it right now. Some other training base, shooting guns and launching gernades or some shit. It's pretty much the Stony Creek of Texas, nobody knows it's there, and cell phones don't work. Well, his works, but only if he puts it on the window sill of his dorm. But yeah, 3 weeks training there, and then he graduates Tech school. Of course, since he hasn't gotten orders yet, we don't know when he'll be home. Which just sucks.
Mom's birthday is in a few days, on the 6th to be exact. And I have no idea what to get for her. Hell, I don't know what to get her for Christmas. Speaking of which, I don't know what I'm going to get for anyone. Well, I have an idea of what to get for Laura... but I'm not going to be posting it on here, she'll see it. HAHA! I've got to talk to her mom... I should do that soon. Hmmm.... I saw some clowns at the Rite Aid in town, I might get one for Grandma. If I can't find a better selection somewhere else. I've got no idea what to get for Snoot, or Matt, or Amy, or Papa, or Grandma Attalie and Grandpa Verdi.... the list goes on. Well, Gram likes frogs, so if I can find some frog thing that she doesn't already have, I'll be all set. Or I could kill Jade... but no. (Jade being a bird that gram has in her house, and it swears at people and hits on girls.) Gah... the stress. This is why I don't like the holiday season.
In any case... that's been my life. Yeah. Stuff.
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Niki fell off the face of the earth at 05:01 p.m.
Monday, November 3, 2003
LoL, Laura forwarded this to me, it's wicked funny. At least I think so.
I was on my way to the post office to pick up my case of free M&M's (sent to me because I forwarded an e-mail to five other people celebrating the fact that the year 2000 is "MM" in Roman numerals), when I ran into a friend whose neighbor, a young man, was home recovering from having been served a rat in his bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken (which is predictable, since as everyone knows, there's no actual chicken in Kentucky Fried Chicken, which is why the government made them change their name to KFC).
Anyway, one day this guy went to sleep and when he awoke he was in his bathtub and it was full of ice and he was sore all over and when he got out of the tub he realized that HIS KIDNEY HAD BEEN STOLEN. He saw a note on his mirror that said "Call 911!", but he was afraid to use his phone because it was connected to his computer, and there was a virus on his computer that would destroy his hard drive if he opened an e-mail entitled "Join the crew"!
He knew it wasn't a hoax because he himself was a computer programmer who was working on software to prevent a global disaster in which all the computers get together and distribute the 0.00 Neiman-Marcus cookie recipe under the leadership of Bill Gates.
It's true - I read it all last week in a mass e-mail from BILL GATES HIMSELF, who was also promising me a free Disney World vacation and ,000 if I would forward the e-mail to everyone I know.
The poor man then tried to call 911 from a pay phone to report his missing kidneys, but a voice on the line first asked him to press #90, which unwittingly gave the bandit full access to the phone line at the guy's expense.
Then reaching into the coin-return slot he got jabbed with an HIV-infected needle around which was wrapped a note that said, "Welcome to the world of AIDS". Luckily he was only a few blocks from the hospital - the one where that little boy who is dying of cancer is, the one whose last wish is for everyone in the world to send him an e-mail and the American Cancer Society has agreed to pay him a nickel for every e-mail he receives. I sent him two e-mails and one of them was a bunch of x's and o's in the shape of an angel (if you get it and forward it to more than 10 people, you will have good luck but for 10 people only you will only have OK luck and if you send it to fewer than 10 people you will have BAD LUCK FOR SEVEN YEARS.
So anyway the poor guy tried to drive himself to the hospital, but on the way he noticed another car driving without its lights on. To be helpful, he flashed his lights at him and was promptly shot as part of a gang initiation.
Send THIS to all the friends who send you mail and you will receive 4 green M&Ms - if you don't, the owner of Proctor and Gamble will report you to his Satanist friends and you will have more bad luck: you will get sick from the Sodium Laureth Sulfate in your shampoo, your spouse/mate will develop a skin rash from using the antiperspirant which clogs the pores under your arms, and the U.S. government will put a tax on your e-mails forever.
I know this is all true 'cause I read it on the Internet!
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Niki fell off the face of the earth at 04:58 p.m.
Sunday, November 2, 2003
Archived again. And it fucked up, so don't mind the fact that two of the links on the archive page brings you to the same page.
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Niki fell off the face of the earth at 10:15 p.m.
