quotes from a while ago...

Here they are... Enjoy!


"This requires more thinking than I thought.Waiiiiit...."-me

"Can I take my shoes off? My feet have been sweltering in my sock-things all day, and I would like them to be a bit frosty, like they usually are at home."-me

*sniffs* "Ahhh...the sweet smell of deadpan humor livens up the air..."-me

"Do you check to see if there's pollution in lands where nobody lives?"-t on pap smears

“Eau de Emu.”-e

“Stop watering, you NIMBICILE!”-e on sprinklers after the rain

“I’ll call you…if it rings.”-t on e’s phone left in her room

“Throwin’ in the Spoon.”-t’s corollary on towels and ice cream


*car full of screaming idiots drives by*
“I hope they’re on fire.”-t @ 2am

“I love being able to add insult to injury before doing injury.”-t on the correct way of flipping people off, and punching them after

“Aw, crap. My laundry’s still in the machine!”-e at 3am, stranded at t’s room


PIRATE NAME: Bloody Anne Flint
...evidently I'm violent and "sparky"...

Not reccommended to try at home...

Am so tired.

Have had a hell of a week. Got in a bike accident Tuesday night on my way home from class, and pulled a faceplant on the pavement. Ouchie. Broke my jaw in three places, and messed up my knee. I now have metal plates in me, and lots of stitches. Oh, and I'm all swollen and hyped-up on pain meds.

I don't reccommend trying this at home. All I do is sleep, drink stuff through a straw, take drugs, and sit around in pain. Me no like.

Thank god though, that I didn't hurt anything else really bad. Just my jaw and leg. There are some things that I really can be grateful for.

Oh yeah, and I missed two of my midterms. Joy. And crutches suck.

I think I'm tired again (pain meds kicking in). Will post more later, I think.

as a side note...

On another note, I feel totally energized from from getting dirty, pulling weeds, and watering plants. Hmm, perhaps this gardening thing is another trend that more LA residents need to take up...

A good day, despite the lack of rain, and lack of bike...

So, it was supposed to rain today. WTF!!! And guess what, it was totally sunny and absolutely BEAUTIFUL and warm, with a faint bit of a chill in the air when the wind blew. Bloody stupid weather forecasters. Grrrr.

So, since I totally thought that it would rain, after looking out the window at 7am today and consulting www.accuweather.com this morning, I brought several useless things up to community service day at the garden. I hate having to carry unnecessary crap (like umbrellas, boots, etc.) and then not even needing it, and having to carry it home as well. Boo!

On the other hand, garden day was very successful: we pulled weeds, raked, and beefed up our fence with the old bamboo from the native garden. We even got done early, so I got to go to wooden and take a shower, and change clothes and wander home. Ahhh, Saturday's are so nice, since nobody's using the showers....BRILLIANT! I'm so glad that I invested in a locker. Totally worth it.

No dirt moving got done, but that might be better done on another saturday, with the garden group, since it's pretty labor (and time) and money intensive....and I don't really have a lot of money right now. (Most of it has gone to buy food, pay bills, and for bus money....stupid fucker who ran into my bike!) I think I need more...

In other news, I'm going to buy a new (extra) bike just in case some idiot runs into me again. I don't want to have to waste money taking the damn bus everyday, and having to wait in the cold, when I could be getting exercise, and getting home at the same time! Why do LA drivers love their cars so much? All they do (poor suckers) is sit in traffic, honk at each other, get road rage, and then sit in traffic some MORE.

This is why I love my bike. Not only does the world sail by at an interesting pace, but I can look around, breathe, and relax...all those endorphins just make you HAPPY. Why would anyone NOT want to be happy? And, I don't have to wait for anything other than stoplights, and I can weave between cars, and get there SOONER than any car stuck in the bane of West LA....traffic. Plus, bike culture is fun. Every bike commuter I've ever passed has waved, said hello, and wished me a good day. Obviously, their method of seeing the world has something going for them--a cadmarie that's hard to beat, a great work out, interesting scenery (it changes every day) and zero aggravation from traffic. It seems counterintuitive to suffer, when there's such a great alternative.


Annnnyway, I've gotten most things accomplished today, but now must do a shitload of reading to get caught up and prepare for my midterms (and quizzes) next week. Wish me luck!

Dreams..why you should never remember 'em.

I had Creeeeeepy Dreams last night.

Dude, I can give you an example of how dreams make absolutely NO sense:

Last night I dreamed/had a nightmare that I went to go get a pair of my flipflops out of my old garage at home...and for some reason they were infested with giant brown spiders with fat translucent legs...and when I tried to put my right sandle on (don't ask me WHY...maybe I couldn't see that it had a spider in it?) a spider BIT me...latched on to my long middle toe...I tried to rip it off...and ripped off a chunk of my toe...'cause it was hangin' on pretty hard...then for some reason, I realized that I had to isolate the poison (somehow I knew the stupid things were poisonous) so I elevated my foot, lying on my back, above my head...then I was suddenly transported to the local doctors office/emergency clinic/hospital where I was told they couldn't take me in, because I wasn't an emergency. And I was yelling at them something about how I'd been bitten by a poisonous fucking spider and if I died, it'd be their (her--fat fake blond nurse with double chin and red lipstick) fault....and my toe was turning brown from the poison... and then in desperation I went on the the next hospital, and I guess they let me in? And I was still going from place to place with my leg in the air, unable to feel my big middle toe...on my own because for some reason nobody would help me get to the hospital....

And then I woke up with a gasp at 625 am.

I blame this idiocy on Grey's anatomy last night. I KNEW I shouldn't have watched it....it really does make your brain rot.

This is why I usually make no attempt to even REMEMBER my dreams...the ramblings of my subconscious (according to Freudian theory) are utterly idiotic. Phooey!

And Now I'm totally feeling tired and sick, and I DON'T KNOW WHY!!
I totally got enough sleep...so why am I so out of it? Bizarre...