February 2002 Archives

Zilch.

Whelp, it's that time of year again--ball-cuttin' time. Tomorrow, my baby zilch is getting neutered. He has a little bald spot (like all real men) but once I get him fixed it will start going away. I tried to take a picture of his balls for all of my faithful readers, but he was cranky. Sugar glider testicles are actually quite adorable. They are fuzzy and look like a little pom pom that you would use in crafts project. They hang from a little string sort of thing, so when he is relaxed they can be hanging almost a half inch. Like a little christmas tree ornament. I BETCHA NEVER THOUGHT BALLS COULD BE CUTE!!

That will be it though for the gliders, I will have gotten all the boys fixed so I am feeling a real sense of accomplishment. No more inbred-seizure-ridden-babies! I mean, until I get pregnant that is.

Check the braces (9th Bday).

I just added a new album to my yahoo club of baby and growing up pics. Some very bad hair phases.

So, guess who is finished with her first application? That's right! ME!! Well, I still have a few finishing touches. One of the California schools seems to be contesting my residency status, which makes me say, " :O ". So now there are just 4 more to go!

Tonight I broke my resolve to not post on internetgossip because I had to give out some well-deserved dissin'. I wasn't posting because of some weird stuff that has been going on. I think that DrT is obsessed with me. I'm not sure if it's smart to talk about it here, so I am going to hold off for now. On to the next paragraph.

That whore Ruca tried to steal my boyfriend Drew. I wouldn't expect any less from her though.

I got price quotes from some data recovery people, and to get all of my porn off of my 19 gig hard drive would cost from $825-5770! :O
I asked if they had a "normal people's price" because I have some TIME SENSITIVE porn on there but it was a no go. One of the letters from the data recovery people gave props to my website. You'd think they would do it just for the fun of exploring my hard drive. Especially because someone DCC'd me an champagne enema movie on IRC and I never bothered to delete it off of my hard drive. hohoho.

Visit my new friend over at lovestruck.net. And guys, she's a STONE FOX.

P.S. I think one of the most charming parts of shutitdown.net is how i artfully segue from one paragraph to the next without them having any relation to one another. I am an ARTIST dammit. :D

P.P.S. Join the yahoo club in case I decide to post a new album tomorrow.

Right now I am the only member so I feel stupid. So go join, okay?

Oh also, these are some links that I have been meaning to put up for a while. Did I miss anyone?
exploited.org.uk
explodingdog.com
chickenlegs.net
makesmeangry.com
camrecord.com
wondergirl.org
allupenya.com
unclemelon.com

But seriously folks, whatchoo think?

Also, I want Uncle Melon to be my daddy. Even though he thinks sugar gliders are rats.

Oh yeah, one more thing. Does anyone know how I can set up a webcam in my glider cage? It would have to be a infared one or something because they sleep all day. Do tell, it would be much appreciated.

Boy #1: "Food tastes better if it's free."
Boy #2: "I heard that if you give a newborn baby a clean shirt it will puke."
Boy #3: "Could you let us out 15 minutes early so I can watch Friends?" (okay, that happened last Thursday)

You get the point. And then I had to sit in the back today because I was running late and I swear there were people, like, mating, right next to me. It was totally gross.

This is also the school that has like 10 escalators. When we get out of the lecture everyone crowds onto the escalator and we proceed down. The problem arises when people get to the bottom and they just stand there, mouths gaping, looking around like they are waiting for the second coming. Now, it should be obvious to either move to the next escalator, or move out of the way, as there are another 50 people coming down the escalator. Since they don't move, of course, the 50 people coming down plow into them, and occasionally people fall over. When this first happened, I generously thought that maybe these were all transfer students from planets with no escalators, but after a few weeks and they keep plowing into each other and falling like dominos, I have to conclude that they are just morons.

I went to college with this crazy fellow, Douglas. At one point, he allegedly told all of his friends that I begged to give him a blowjob. Although that's not true, he's still a pretty sassy guy who has some art PORN on his site. Check it out.

I have been mulling over my future, and am not pleased with the results. At the end of this semester I will be a junior, and this is my 4th school. I am applying for full-time admission to 4 east coast liberal arts colleges, but since I still have residency in Cali, I am thinking about applying to Berkeley too. It's all very confusing, and I am not sure what coast I want to live on. I am sick of my tiny studio apartment with crappy light, and I'm thinking I would like to live in Oakland and hang out with Sheila. Confusing.

I don't have a helleva lot to say today. I am sick, (again) and have been in bed all day. I watched 3 movies. Bring It On rules, and it makes me wish that I was a cheerleader. I wasn't really the sort, seeing as I left high school after two years. One of the cheerleaders from my home town is on the upcoming season of Survivor. I don't know what lesson that should teach me, but I KNOW THAT IT IS NOT A GOOD ONE.

It's almost my birthday. I am getting old. :(

Here is one of the famed valentines that Fran and I made when we were roommates in college. We made a large number of black valentines with Smiths lyrics on them, and distributed them to our disillusioned and alienated peers. Here are some sample lyrics that I can recall:

I know I'm unloveable
You don't have to tell me
Message received
Loud and clear

Two lovers entwined passed me by
and heavens knows I'm miserable now

But I don't want a lover
I just want to be tied to the back of your car.

I know I need hardly say
how much I love your casual way
but please put your tongue away

I am Human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

In my life
why do I smile
at people who I'd much rather kick in the eye

and if a ten ton truck
kills the both of us
to die by your side
well the pleasure and the privilege is mine

Because if it's not Love
Then it's the Bomb
That will bring us together

I still love you
but only slightly
less than I used to

Last night I dreamt
that somebody loved me
no hope-but no harm
just another false alarm

Clearly, we were very charming young ladies. Odd that neither one of us can sustain a long-term relationship. Here's a really funny random Smiths lyrics generator.

On a lighter note, here is a giant ass.

I have been trying to redesign my site, but it because time consuming and turned out ugly so I shelved it for a while. I have had a lot less time lately because of all of my school stuff! It's really weird to be back in school full time. I first started college when I was sixteen, and now at 22 I am back. Like, I used to be the youngest and now I am older than a lot of em. Scary stuff.

     
New photo album up, with captions this time!

When I haven't been studying and rush the sorority, I have been working on a complete overhaul of Glidercam.net, my sugar glider web site. So stop asking what they are already, and check it out!

News Dev just wrote an amazing article about me that details all of my devious plans. Although it exposes all of my secrets, it also manages to link to my wishlist like 69 times, which was bonus. :D

Also Dev your email link on you site is broken broken broken.

Fran just turned me on to moveabletype.org, which is like the smart person's alternative to blogger. I haven't actually switched over, but I found a bunch of really cool sites that use it. Like Beans For Breakfast and badpoetry.net.