the shaela chronicles

the brady engineers

Wed, 09 May 2007 04:17:12 GMT

work went slightly awkward today. to explain, i'll have to complete the character sketch i started with the people at my work. so there's grandpa, from my experience, there's ALWAYS a grandpa prototype. sometimes you get lucky and have a grandpa mentor you at work who has a thick polish accent and keeps calling battery 'butter'. so when you hear butter powered devices, you think 'how on earth did they ... why, that's genius! butter! of course!'

i've finished working on a project that my supervisor assigned to me, the brother prototype. i say he's the brother prototype because while he teaches me, he pushes me to think and challenges me. kind of how my older brother back in the days used to do to me when i used to call him up 1 in the morning asking him for help on my engineering quizes. well anyway, my supervisor, John, has been a really good mentor. i've learned a lot from him. when selecting a company, that's what i've always wanted: a place to grow, kind of like a marijuana plant under black lights in a closet. or whatever they do to grow those things.

lately however, my manager, Dave, the father prototype, has been wanting me to explore different areas. these areas weren't John's expertise, but it was Ken's, or the grandpa prototype. Ken is a really nice grandpa type, but just not as cool as my butter powered mentor from my internship. dave has a daughter my age, so often times he'll think of me being someone else's daughter (like my dad) and gives me guidance in that manner. so anyway, lately i've been working with ken on learning a tool for design. the thing is, what he's been teaching me is very basic and things i could pick up on very easily from background. but nonetheless, i didnt say much because i was working on a project then assigned by john. but the project just dwindled down this week as i delegated the project to someone else to do some testing on it. while that's going on, i start doing the things Ken's assigned me, but again, it seems very basic and i feel unchallenged. Dave on the other hand was concerned as well and came up to me wondering if Ken was using me as a technician rather than an engineer. well, actually yeah, i guess so in a way. so i went to dave this morning and explained to him i didnt feel challenged with how Ken was mentoring me, and i really appreciated how John mentored me. dave says he'll take care of it.

he talks to ken.

i got to ken's cubicle after their conversation to ask a question about one of his assignments given to me. shortly after explaining, he tells me that he's had a talk with dave about me. 'oh.'

ken: "dave tells me that you don't feel challenged, so i'm hoping you can tell me what you want"
me: "um, well, uh.."

i smile wide several times, stopping myself before i said something stupid.

ken: "why don't we go somewhere where we can get more privacy?"

that sounded like a good idea. i eagerly agree thinking we're going to one of the conference rooms. i let him lead, and he walks into my cubicle, which is directly across from his.

ken: "now that we're in you're cubicle and have more privacy, let's talk"

that made me feel better. i eased up and secretly smiled at the thought of what he considers privacy, and the conversation went really well actually. the father, brother, and grandpa prototype have all decided that i need to know more about what they're designing, so they're going to hold a two hours babysitting conference to break things down to me.

hm.

Wed, 02 May 2007 04:11:42 GMT

how do i change the dates posted? the first entry i posted after two years is posted as 2005.... hmmm, this calls for a good dumblydore beard stroking...

highly unorthodox dumbledore writing. beware. you have been warned

Thu, 03 Feb 2005 16:22:02 GMT

this entry is going to be entirely different from all my other entries. methinks this is due to the cold that i have. so just a little warning ahead of time, i might be a little sappy or sentimental periodically. i apologize for revealing this non dumbledore side of me.

i enjoy kindness. kindness from random strangers. the person that gets off the elevator, whom i've only encountered in the elevator, turns around and says bye to me before getting off. or times when i'm coughing out my lungs or my eyes look like they've been taken over by a tsunami and the person that just comes to sit across me sincerely asks me if i'm ok; even though i don't cough or have tears come out of my eyes for fun and it's obvious i'm not ok. or the person sitting next to me in class whom i've really just talked to once or twice this semester offers me his help whenever i need it. there's something about kindness in strangers that really tickles me. of course, i enjoy kindness from friends too; but when that person might not have a clue who you are but still shows sincere and genuine kindness, it just puts a permanent smile on my face for the rest of the day.

often when i walk my mind wonders around excessively (for all of you that think i look like a serial killer (and someone actually has stopped me in the hallways once and informed me that i looked like i'm about to kill someone), it's because i always think about one thing or another as i walk). usually they are random thoughts, stories i created in my head to keep myself entertained, exaggerated imagination, but sometimes, it's about that 9 month old baby who gives me a smile to die for. or how that baby's cheek feels squished against my cheeks, or how i smother him with kisses till he starts crying. i love how a twinkle comes in his eyes when he's happy, or that tommy, from rugrats, giggle he has when he laughs. even if he did vomit in my mouth while i was picking him up over my head, that innocent expression and the -did-i-do-something-wrong? look he gives me after throwing up makes up for it. or i think about his 5 year old brother and how he loves to talk before i put him to sleep. all the questions he asks, and how one question leads to another question as his eyelids gradually fall lower and lower until they close completely in the middle of one of his questions. or being in fear of him falling off the bed because he does 360 rotations in the middle of his sleep; so i clutch on to him tightly. i love seeing the confusion on his younger brother's face when i put on his spiderman gloves on him wrong (spidey webs can't be on the back of your hand, has to be facing out so the webs can come out of your palms like spiderman's). all of these thoughts just keep adding mileage to my smile.

maybe i've shared a side to me i should not have revealed, but if ever for some perplexing reason i ever do go back and read my entries 10 years from now, i want to remember what i felt and thought of. i want to remember the feeling i got from these incidents, and what emotions they provoked.

ok back to non sappy -dumbledore mode. i have now decided to make all the kids at hogwarts wear dumbledore-rules-and-voldemort-sucks logo attached to their uniform. this will actually let me know their thoughts on voldemort and i, and allows me to distinguish those who secretly admire voldemort. i have decided that if i should happen to come across a voldemort fan, i will make them massage my feet. hehehe stupid kids.

the force

Sun, 30 Jan 2005 16:25:54 GMT

for some strange and awkward, maybe unexplainable reason, filters and direct coupled amplifiers do not satisfy my creativity as much as i would have hoped it to. thus i have come back to livejournaling, however i am sure this is shortlived too. there will be that one period i'm sure that i will feel fully satiated figuring out what current runs through the left most branch of a useless circuit that has 20 other wires attached to it for who knows what reason and will ignore blogging again.

i took that loser quiz on daktah jones blog. i took it proudly, and even put some loserish answers that made me think that hehe, stupid loser quiz, but for some reason getting that end result back, it pricked me some, i'm ashamed to say, to have that window page pop up and announce 'you are so a loser!'. being disturbed about this for 5 seconds, i went back and took it again normally and got a 35% are cooler than you and rest are more loserish than you. again being disturbed by this, i have decided: i will make my own loser quiz for that quiz and give it one in its face loser kick that it will never forget. and hopefully it will be scarred and banned from being able to let others know that they are a loser because it will be too busy sitting in the corner contemplating about its own loserity. of course, that is to say if webpages do actually sit and contemplate, and i'm sure we can all agree they do.

maybe i do go on one too many dates with the books these days (but nothing, i say NOTHING is wrong with dating harry potter books... but alas i dont do that either these days), but i have realized that bad grades are my enemy. they make me make disturbing and perplexing decisions that i will wonder for the rest of my days why i decided to do what i did. i do not know exactly why grades have such a power over me, but frankly, i wanna beat that monkey ass down and get it over with so that i dont have it entangled around .. uh my hair i guess, could be entangled around my feet too but hair seems to go with the flow at the moment. and for all you dave chapelle watchers, yes i used monkey ass just like he does. truly they are words of wisdom and power.

there's this scary janitor that works on our floor. i say scary not because he really is scary, but just because he is. he's a nice guy overall. last week i overheard him complaining about working later shifts these days. so i caught him in the hallway, and regardless of how much i don't really want to speak to him, common courtesy gets in the way so we end up talking (during which i try earnestly to inch away from the conversation). so i inquired him about how his late night shifts are going. he says 'hell yeah i love it, beats staying around home all day and i love the longer work hours'. beats staying around at home... i was wondering what would make him stay longer here and clean the gross and almost forbidden bathrooms here. pretty soon i discovered, on my trips to the bathrooms, that he has his own music studio set up by the trash cans where he blasts up music to which he would dance to around the vicinity of the trash. i call it club garbage. and the only reason i do say he is scary, for all of you wondering why i dodge my explanations, is because sometimes he throws a hug with the hands he's been cleaning the bathrooms with. is it wrong to discriminate for the reasons that first of all, he shouldn't be throwing hugs at all and second of all, it's after he takes out the trash and cleans the bathrooms?? is it not justified to call him scary then?!? even if our views may vary on this matter, i think we can still agree on one thing: webpages do sit and contemplate. oh yes, they do.

noble bug activists

Sun, 05 Dec 2004 01:42:19 GMT

i started reading my journal again yesterday after eons and remembered my identity as dumbledore again. i apologize for the lack of writing, due to my mental imbalances (yes, it started talking to me again) and that one month voyage i didn't take to the moon, i could not keep up to date with my blog.

there are two ladybugs in my room that keep smacking into my ceiling. every 30 seconds i hear a clicking sound. it's not fair that they can so carelessly and freely bash into hard surfaces and still rebound and do the same thing again and again. we humans just aren't flexible.

it's also not fair that they don't roam on anywhere but the ceiling. i can't reach them.

my brother is getting excited studying for his finals. it's part of the whole new college experience for him. the other day he wanted to camp out at the library with me and read physics and chemistry stories to each other under the light of the... light. i'm a little scared of physics stories. it was too much for me. i wimped out.

did you know that the guy who funded for the nobel prizes invented dynamite and felt guilty for the damage it would do to the world and so put money in a bank that he never took out so it would gradually accumulate and be awarded to those who do good for the world?

i decided a few weeks ago i would like to win the nobel prize for something one day. i'm sure everyone and anyone that's won it had in their minds the goal of receiving the award and thus found a way to accomplish whatever feats it took to get it. and so i decided that i want to win it. i'm thinking about bashing two molecules together at high speeds and creating a portal to the parallel universe where my parallel self is a bug rights activist. i am positive bug rights activists are the key to world peace.

no transitions

Sat, 25 Sep 2004 05:40:40 GMT

yes. i know, i have let down livejournal once again. but, life is full of disappointment, and if one cannot adjust to the emptiness of productive writing, then one probably has other major issues as well and should go to the nearest therapist.

and i need to be referred to a good therapist. i'm about to pull a steven king's misery on j.k.rowling and force her to write the 6th harry potter book before the next millennium.

what do you write about when there's absolutely nothing to write about? i'll tell you:
a rabbit with enormous feet almost ran me over while i tried walk a grandma across the street, but i gave it some trix and it stopped trying to stomp me and realized that its aggression was due to not ever being able to eat something its picture was on. after a short sigh of relief, the grandma beside me turned out to be not a grandma at all and suddenly transformed into richard simmons. terrified i ran the opposite direction and ran a good couple of blocks until i saw a hut by the side of the river with green and white smoke coming out of it. i decided that the hut would be a good hideout until i regained my mental stability. i raised a chicken farm in the hut thereafter and no one ever saw richard simmons again so we all lived happily ever after. the end. and then i ate the chickens.

coke commercials get dumber and dumber. not only are they incomprehensible, but they make you think there's some abstract message behind it all that you're not clever enough to catch. so you sit staring at the tv a good seconds after with your eyebrows furrowed trying to grasp the underlying meaning, and then, and then.. and then... wait, still nothing.

today i went looking for the girls bathroom in a building in which my class was in and accidentally bumped into a corridor of doors with all having a "highly radioactive" sign over it. after running in slow motion through the corridors amidst the danger of being exposed to the radioactive door signs, i did a james bond number and blasted through the exit doors and then found the girls bathroom just in the nick of time.

i think i have rambled enough to catch up with my lack of writing. and now i must go to bed. goodnight sir.

mr. petusa

Tue, 07 Sep 2004 06:21:23 GMT

so my mom tells me to get her some potatoes earlier yesterday morning. so i step yonder into the garage, where the potatoes are kept, and make way towards them. now, i'm a huge bug hater, and i actually don't like touching the potatoes because they have dirt all over them, well, somewhat. so i go to pick up the nearest potato, and see that there were many bugs flying around it, so i dropped it. i hate bugs. from my previous entries, this should be made apparent. and to make it worse, what seemed to be the roots of the potatoes to me (i had no idea what the roots were even supposed to look like, i didn't have my handy plant life book with me), started doing a little up and down dance.

yeah, and after that i don't recall too much but i know that i was not in the same vicinity as dr. jones labeled them, "aliens i mistook for potatoes". but i like to call it the potato medusa, because if you think of it as a mr. potato head and add three or four worms that like to dance, you get a mr. petusa. i was not too fond of mr. petusa. in fact, he needed to die. die many deaths, many brutal painful.. ok sorry getting carried away.

as for other news, did you know that it is difficult to instantly simultaneously lift only your middle and pinky finger? i've noticed that my index finger likes to lift with the other two... just has to point out every flaw... hah, point... ok sorry for very, extremely bad pun (but all puns are bad, so who's to say what puns are good or not... ok agreed, still bad pun).

i'm on a role. i updated journal before labor day break and after. expect the next update to come before next holiday and after.

none

Fri, 03 Sep 2004 23:48:40 GMT

yes, it has been a while, but as sad it may be, not enough random events have been happening in my life to ramble about. except for the time that, or when , and then that time when bigfoot, yeah so nothing really happened.

i have newly discovered that ....

5 hour gap....

and i must go forth in one of my save the world escapades. but, i DID update my journal.

good bye

harry potter exorcism

Sat, 21 Aug 2004 16:30:05 GMT

yesterday i went to see the exorcist. it wasn't that scary really, i lived through it. well, the part that i did see since the rest of the time i was too busy shielding my eyes with my left hand. i was always afraid, however, that when some suspenseful eerie sound occurred (i could hear all sound effects of course, left hand was not sufficient to block out entire movie), i would jump and my hand would hit my face in reaction. but no, all was well, except for my cousin getting scared right next to me and hitting me whenever she got anxious.

we were going to go sneak into harold and kumer afterwards, even though i had already seen it, but decided not to. i've never snuck into a movie before. just recently when harry potter came out, the plan was to sneak into kill bill 2 afterwards. well, i was always against sneaking into movies, but i realized that by my age kids had already snuck into at least one movie, and i felt inadequate for not doing so. so, feeling guilty for what i was about to do amidst the strange exciting curiosity i felt for daring to be a part of a criminal event, i did the only thing rational. i called my mom up and nonchalantly told her i would sneak into kill bill 2 after seeing harry potter. i paused, and she paused. then my mom's response: "ok, call me when you're done watching", and we hung up.

but alas, we didnt sneak into the movie, for some reason, there was a cop guarding harry potter entrance which was right when you entered the movie hallway, so we couldn't really maneuver our way around him. that was the first time i saw a cop guarding a movie entrance. makes sense. it was for harry potter after all. speaking of which, i watched that movie 4 times. by the 4th time, i surprisingly admitted something may actually be wrong with me.

and i would still have seen harry potter a 5th time yesterday rather than watch the exorcist. some things you just can't fix.

the north pole

Wed, 18 Aug 2004 16:41:14 GMT

it's cold. my hands are freezing. i'm about to go blow dry my hands again in a few minutes as soon as i am able to get up. and my feet. maybe my nose. my nose gets really cold.

ok done. i'm thinking it's a good idea to by a second hair dryer solely for my hands, feet, nose, and my dumbledore beard ::strokes silky and volumed dumbledore beard::

my room is awesome. it's huge. i have all this space that i must fill up with pillows i'm thinking. i'm just going to get ten pillows and daily throw them up in the air and let them land wherever they please. this is how i will decorate my room. and then when i come back from class, i can use the pillows as stepping stones and jump from one pillow to another and repeat.

i really do have too much space. it's so nice. spring semester i was cooped up in a prison compared to this. and my view from the previous room used to make me so depressed; it was just a roof. a plain, old, pebble contaminated, gray roof. and now when i get up, i see the sun rising and shining on miles and miles of of the grassy plains that has a river run through it which meets up with a lake not too far off.
oh and the deers that cross the river!

ok, i don't, but i do have a much nicer view. i could easily say it is like that compared to my previous dorm's window scenario.

well, i'm back to doing the class gig all over again. but this time, it feels a little nicer, now that i am a little more adjusted to the place and my younger brother goes with me. it's still not georgia tech, but it's going to be my new colleging home for a little while longer, and i can accept that just fine.

old people and laxatives

Mon, 26 Jul 2004 05:40:50 GMT

i have this day job (at night i become the renowned superhero and fight dr. evil) that i sometimes do on the weekends; i am the sampler lady. yes, that job that old women have at your local kroger and walmart and hand out food samples to everyone and maybe even sometimes threaten you with. there was this carb chef the great that was there demoing his low carb items who will have his show on pbs this january. i don't really understand this low carb diet that seems to be taking over the world these days; the food items contain so much fat. i do believe, however, it is a brainwashing maneuver, because everywhere you go these days you see a huge sign that says "low carb!" like it's the sun shining through a dense cloudy sky with birds and monkeys flying around. the other day someone asked me where the low carb cabbage was. i said "i don't think we have those yet" like an idiot. and then i hit myself on the head after he passed when it hit me he was joking.

either than standing on your feet and sending them into eternal pain, it's really nice talking to all the old people around you. they give all sorts of information, like who had a heart attack last week and went through pneumonia the last time they were on duty and taking laxatives. this one lady told a group of us old ladies how when exlax first came out, her grandmother thought they were candy so she ate the whole bag.

i have come to the conclusion i have a disease. and it is a very grave and serious condition. i keep on wanting to randomly hug cute old people. i am still working on a cure for it, however, the future looks bleak.

temporary farewell

Mon, 12 Jul 2004 03:36:26 GMT

alas, to those unfortunate few wbo actually check my journal, i just wanted to save all of you time and let you know i will not be updating this journal for the next month (unless i am craving to). i find this livejournal addiction stronger when i am at college, and i'll be back colleging in a month. i didn't want anyone looking at empty updates :(. so until we meet again, tally ho! and may the force/schwartz be with you.

dream interpretation

Sun, 11 Jul 2004 05:50:51 GMT

today i woke up with a dream. i often have those. and they are mostly incomprehensible. people say that dreams have meaning. well. perhaps they do. and today, i will try to piece together the underlying meaning of yesterday's dream.

there i was. my hair and i. except, i look at my hair (third person view, i find i often have no control over which view i want), and find little white roses growing on my scalp, where hair should be growing. and i think to myself, 'this is highly disturbing'. so i search through my hair and find sunflowers and grass and other weed growing near the vicinity of the roses. this made me feel better.

i think the meaning of this dream is i will one day find i am the long lost heir to some rich kind of the african jungles and become the next kung fu master. or that i will grow green hair with sunflowers and pretend to others that i wanted it that way. and make them jealous. because as long as my beard may be and as thick as dr. jones mustache may be, we are all a little jealous of the one with green hair with sunflowers and weed. pride is the only thing that keeps us from admitting this. and i and jones are far from it.

although, having food hair that keeps re-growing after each attempt to eat it may top green hair with sunflowers and weed.

i think i have now mastered the art of dream interpretation.

Recipe for Something Great

Sat, 10 Jul 2004 03:53:19 GMT

Something great:

A little pinch of some of that stuff
A gallon of something else
None of somewhat other than what is already listed
Some of something more than something else
And no octupus feet. That is because they do not have feet.

This should taste like chicken when added with water.

memory

Fri, 02 Jul 2004 04:12:24 GMT

bad memory is an enemy. nothing is ever lost, just our memory is dysfunctional at the moment we are trying to utilize it. if anyone's tried the ginkoba stuff, let me know if that stuff really works.

i lost my hw. i need it to study for a test. i could do without it, but the endless staring at the wall part will intervene for a good hour or so as i try to comprehend the problem. i'm not sure why i find the wall so fascinating. it must be because of its simplicity, or maybe something deeper than that.... nope. the only thing deep is the big non existent crack that should be right in the center of the wall.

i think i'm just an easily amused person. i remember the days when i used to have the moving screensavers, you know, the one with all the colorful lines moving around... yeah, those would capture my attention for a good 10 minutes. i couldn't resist following the lines around and making sure that i didn't lose track of the specific line i was tracking. so that killed a lot of my time, and i had to remove the screensaver. i had to join a screensaver anonymous club first and admit i had a problem.

just kidding. they wouldn't accept me.

no, i think i've just been staring at my book for way to long. i did pretty good studying all day. now here i am, almost done with the laboring, and what happens? i slow down to about the speed of a sloth for no good reason. i could just so easily finish off what i'm doing, and go to bed. it's just that simple, the concept isn't too hard to grasp. so why must i continue to procrastinate? why do i keep typing these words and stare at the computer mindlessly as i do so?

i really don't know. some things just aren't meant to have answers. unfortunately, problem 18 of chapter 7 does and i must find it before the test tomorrow.

kung fu master

Wed, 30 Jun 2004 05:48:07 GMT

i have officially decided on becoming a kung fu master. i find that electrical engineering won't satisfy that dangerous side to me. the side that likes to crime fight and be cool like pai mei from kill bill 2.

yes. i am still stuck on that movie. i do not know why.

although, an observation with me ::strokes dumbledore beard:: i found, is that i tend to want to be a certain character in whatever movie i've seen lately. except farhenheit 911. i find that no character particularly moved me enough to be like them. except perhaps that giant dinosaur with one leg... oh yeah, that was in another movie... oh yeah, i've never actually seen a dinosaur with one leg in any movie... hmm, but i could have, and that is as essentially important (joke stolen from dr. jones, we are even now).

i wanted to be neo for a time being. i wish i could kick that many mr. anderson guys ( i seem to call the agent that name, only because he says it after other breath), and then i wanted to live in a choral reef after watching finding nemo... that still sticks with me somewhat... i wish i had a choral reef... and the being a pirate, i just had to have my own ship and a crew that i could go arrrrr to. uzmajones was my second mate. only because i knew the first mate proved to be mutinous, and if she was second, she would be too insignificant for a crew to start mutiny with me (yes, dr. jones, that is the real reason i always made you second mate).

i suppose the list can continue. i am not entirely sure why i feel a need to be a kung fu master. maybe it's to fill the gap of not being fed enough black berries when i was a child.

shaela the bug assasin

Tue, 29 Jun 2004 04:59:11 GMT

today i got up for my yearly shower (they say not to over moisturize dumbledore beard), and carried my bathroom shower tote as usual. as soon as i get ready to use the shampoo, i notice a cockroach roaming around inside the shower tote. i've noticed i don't take to screaming; rather i strategically plotted a way to trap the insect and put an end to its miserable life. well, whatever life it has, that's irrelevant. i hope it's had a good life to make up for my behavior (carina don't scream at me, i wished it a good past life).

so naturally, i remove everything from my shower tote, let the little fella roam around a little, and then put the basket under the water... and lo, made it a nice little swimming pool. little did i know it didn't know how to swim.

or did i...

either way. two down in one week. watch out world.

rain, rain, stop harassing my cell phone

Mon, 28 Jun 2004 03:54:06 GMT

so we've been having 40 days and nights of rain. the other day the rain soaked through my backpack in which my cell phone was in. and well, though it seemed to be fine, i soon discovered that after 16 minutes and 42 seconds of conversation the connection died slowly. by slowly i mean the person i'm talking to starts sounding like the voice of a fading robot. and well, it happens after 16 minutes and 42 seconds each time. curs-ed rain.

i guess that's an effective way to keep my phone bill in check. although giving me an additional 400 minutes would have been just as effective. why is the glass always half empty... why is it always a glass... what is the square root of 342342...

oh sorry. fantasizing about numbers again ::strokes long white dumbledore beard and fixes moon spectacles::

i'm living in a dorm currently surrounded by freshmen for summer school. it just justifies my hate toward them. by hate i mean by love, because i know i too used to be a freshmen. and by love i mean hate, because i hate freshmen. they are loud and obnoxious and sometimes i want to strangle them. no, i take that back. i feel like that at all times. although some forms of loud and obnoxiousness is tolerable. i remember back in gatech one morning, around 4ish, i got up to hear the screeching and singing of some moron. and of course, i assumed the guy drunk. after about 10 minutes of the guy's singing and rambling, he stops short, and all of a sudden starts explaining a math problem clearly to i suppose whoever was sitting next to him. or, if he was drunk, to his other self. it's comforting to know that no matter what amount of intoxication level, techies are always alert when it comes to their engineering skills.

ok back to the wonderful world of capacitors and inductors and lab reports.

evil forces

Sat, 26 Jun 2004 05:49:25 GMT

acne. where does it come from? why does it intrude our lives? what is its purpose? why does it colonize our peaceful faces?

endless universal questions.

well, the truth is, we may never know. or, the evil forces of the universe are sent to keep our faces inhabited by their evil spawns. but, on the bright side, you could give them each identities and personalities and make it a more bearable atmosphere.

or get accutane and demolish those suckers. hehehe that's what i did. you can only befriend them for so long.

today i saw a daddy long legs for the first time. i've never been the one to be scared of spiders, but those things have abnormally long legs. i feel a surge in my non existent arachnophobia. what does it do with it's eerie long legs? i mean, imagine one of those things on your face while you're sleeping... ok never mind.

but i killed the spider. first time by stepping on it. i usually reserve the spot of killing-things-with-shoes for my younger brother, but unfortunately he could not be here with me for this opportune event. speaking of spiders, spiderman is coming out.

harry potter is being chased by voldemort again. must act like a shrewd sorceror. i will get back to the blogging later.

trash and dating shows and elmo

Fri, 25 Jun 2004 05:27:08 GMT

dating shows are the most moronic thing ever created next to jerry springer and sesame street. yes i said sesame street. i am sorry if i have offended anyone, but i have seen many kids shows and i'm sure sesame street is responsible for america's dumb people.

not really. i just wanted to start a controversy. ok i feel like i'm talking about politics here. i will back off.

so there is this one girl in the moronic dating show i am watching right now (i am too lazy to get up to change the channel (remote is approximately 7 feet away from me)) says that she doesn't believe in going to school because she doesn't want to live with her parents or take care of a husband. two words: sesame street. chicken. i meant sesame chicken.

i can't find trash bags, so i am reduced to sitting in front of my computer and procrastinate. gives me a reason to write entries; i am still getting used to keeping a journal. but back to trash; the worst thing to keep in your trash is milk. it makes the whole room smell, and sometimes it's so strong that you mistake it for yourself. i used your instead of my. NO i don't think i smell like my trash. not on thursday nights anyway, and it is thursday night. but it really sucks that i can't find my trash bags. it would make life so much simpler if i could find them.

i suspect that i won't really find my trash bags tonite. false hope. i think i'll just go to sleep, distraught though i'll be.

giggles

Thu, 24 Jun 2004 06:20:06 GMT

i have a journal. this is the first time since fifth grade that i have a journal. well, usually, i would feel too embarrased to look back in journals because of the strong desire to punch my immediate self due to the unbearble shame. but hopefully, i will not look back on a journal entry twice. except for the days i wish to update those unfortunate few that check my journal about my seven and halfth fingernail. but those will usually happen on full moon on the fourth night of the fifth year after i take over the world.

just kidding.

it'll be the fourth year after.

i watched kill bill the other day. both of them. and, they're both great movies. but it makes me sad that due to lack of communication bill had to shoot kiddo's brains out and kiddo in return did the five point palm exploding technique on him. they could have both had a future with the kid. all they had to do was get a calling card and tell each other how they felt soon after kiddo found out she was pregnant. but, i think vast majority felt that the five point palm exploding technique had to be demonstrated.

note to self: pai mei is cool. grow a beard like him. dumbledore bear getting too thick. not slick like pai mei's.

on other news, the weather was rainy today. and yesterday, it was rainy. and oh, i think it might rain again tomorrow.

i have run out of room friend of my friend's friend, my friends. just for the record, even though i am the lost prince of the whatever i had in my profile, i am still female by default. i have been told my uzma jones that you can't be guadalaharan unless you are a prince. due to this uncanny nature of the guadalharans, i still hold my prince title.

actually. you get a lot more room to write than i thought.