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February 11th, 2007
10:07 pm
I know my livejournal basically doesn't exist, but I need a favor. For Valentine's Day, I want to fall in love with a new song. If there's any song that moves you, tell me what it is. Please?
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October 30th, 2006
08:33 pm
I need suggestions. What is good study music?
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August 17th, 2006
06:54 pm - Gotta feel for my automobile
For all of you who feared the worst, who thought that Bucko was gone for good, never to be heard from again, I have happy happy news!
Little Neno hasn't made his final trip down the Taconic after all. Bucko is getting his reprieve. He'll be back on his feet in no time. No sucktastic automatic crap for me. Is this really the only important thing that's going on in my life? .......sort of. Mostly it's that I can't write anything in this that has sentimental worth because even if I try to make it honest, it will be contrived. It will be for sharing. So here's a little bit of contrived bullshit for any of you folks who are still hanging on my words: First of all, the end of summer doesn't have that desperate sad feeling about it that it did all through grade and high school. What happened? Second, listen to FDR. And also go to his shows because his live shows are supposedly fantastic (I wouldn't know personally, yet. Ask me tomorrow night and I'll know from experience). Third, several summers later, the Queen party still hasn't happened. If it doesn't happen next summer, I'm kicking my own ass. And Liz's. Fourth, I've been doing my best to not expect more from someone than I think they can handle. Does that sound snobby? I mean I think that I expect too much of people. I can't expect my flighty friends to suddenly become more responsible, just because I like having things precisely planned. I need to be prepared for my friends who over-schedule themselves to cancel on me sometimes. Why am I trying to be more easygoing about it? Because it probably sucks for those people to have me being so obsessive, but they deal with it. So can I. Fifthly, having roommate time is so excellent. I will miss you when you're in London.
Let's all share the milk!
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August 6th, 2006
July 24th, 2006
07:00 pm - Birthday Eve
Well, 5 hours left of my teenage life. I've been trying really hard in the past few weeks--and specifically in the past few days--to be as angsty as possible, so as to appropriately use up my last oppurtunities for "teen angst." Unfortunately, it just hasn't been happening. My last few days before the big 2-0 have been the opposite of angsty. They've actually been pretty perfect.
So in an attempt to produce the tiniest bit of angst, I am using my livejournal to say this:
I don't know what's going to happen.
(repeat as personal mantra as much as necessary)
Good job being a teenager, Shelley. Look forward to the next decade (.... and perhaps some cattle? haunted elevators? what??)
One last thing-- is anyone else (besides me, and jackie, and liz) embarassed about loving the theme song of The Hills? And also about watching the Hills? You love it.
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June 28th, 2006
09:43 pm
To friends of Loki:
Last night Loki got very sick. If you know what congestive heart failure means, that was it. Four months after being diagnosed with Dilated Cardiomyopathy, we put Loki to sleep this morning.
If you don't know Loki, all you really need to know is that he was a very very good dog, and he was mine.
RIP Loki, 8-23-1999 - 6-28-2006
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June 21st, 2006
07:46 pm
So, apparently Jason Varitek's favorite food is calzones. Calzones. That's like Joey on Friends saying his favorite food is sandwiches. It's so broad. Calzones. Oh, Varitek.
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June 4th, 2006
11:19 pm
It's finally time...........
SCRAM, Y'OLD GOAT!!*
*Alright, we're not actually going to Clark's Trading Post this trip because it's closed. So the Wolfman taunting will have to wait. The point is, New Hampshire Or Bust, Baby!!!! It's the first real road trip since last year. It's officially summer.
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May 27th, 2006
11:53 pm
T-Rex: Hey, I wonder if I got any emails while I was out? Oh boy! Emails!
BACK AT HOME:
T-Rex: What? No emails?!
SHORTLY...
T-Rex: Dromiceiomimus, how come you never send me any emails?
Dromiceiomimus: I see you in person often enough! What do you want emails for?
T-Rex: I want emails!
Utahraptor: You'd get more emails if you sent more out!
T-Rex: But I already do! I sent you four surveys AND an email where if I forwarded it, some charity would get 3 cents AND a list I found of reasons why T-Rexes are better than Utahraptors (green is the new black!)
Utahraptor: Man, I don't need that sort of stuff in my mailbox! I meant REAL emails.
T-Rex: Do you mean to imply that T-Rexes are not better than Utahraptors? Because if so, I would advise you to check your email!
-dinosaur comics may 28th 2004
The moral of this story is, I want emails. I know that I hardly ever send emails to anyone, and when I do they're usually pretty worthless (BI-ATCH!), but seriously, I still wait patiently for a reply. And by patiently, I mean impatiently. And by reply, sometimes I mean not a reply, and just an email. I am needy.
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May 6th, 2006
10:46 pm
does anyone really like the phrase "sneaking suspicion"?
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April 6th, 2006
11:15 am
Have you ever seen the animated Disney movie Pocahontas? Have you ever actually listened to the music from it? It's INSANE! Please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks so.
Also. I've been doing some experimentation, and I have determined that the best knife of the Miracle Blade III Perfection Series--and perhaps the best knife in general--for cutting an orange is the Chop 'N Scoop.
So... you know.... if you ever need to cut some oranges... you know who to ask.
Another substantial update, Shelley. Pat yourself on the back.
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March 29th, 2006
09:28 am
It's spring break. You know what that means.... television. I find myself getting really upset when I watch Dawson's Creek at 9 am weekday mornings. what happened? Gramm's words of wisdom rub me the wrong way. Gretchen makes me die inside (although she ALWAYS did. cradlerobber). Whenever I watch it, I just want to turn it off and do something else. Maybe I've outgrown it. Or maybe it's that I came into the show at the exact time that everyone is entering a relationship, restoring a relationship, or taking their relationship to a new level. Goddamn, why aren't we in the part of the show where everyone breaks up?? That's a great part!!! Or the last episode, where there's death, that's good too. Or when Mr. Leary dies.
Sadly, I'm serious.
Also, my phone is brokey. cry!
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March 21st, 2006
01:55 pm
I need to be cheered up.
After all, what are livejournals for if not desperate cries for attention?
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February 23rd, 2006
February 20th, 2006
06:51 pm
It was about a year ago that Hemlock came into our lives. What a dear little fish. Those were the days, staying up late in the halls of Rueger, sharing a pet with Claire, having my fish not be dead. Maybe I'll write a little song for the fishies. My fourth song! Hah! I have talent. You hear that, nemeses of the world? You'll never hear my song about Lord of the Rings, because I hate you. And what a loss for you, because it is nothing short of brilliant.
Wait, what was I talking about?
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February 13th, 2006
11:58 am
I guess my old natures
move like glaciers
yummmmmm.
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January 24th, 2006
03:59 pm
Well, Birthday Cake, you were a good little fishy while you lasted. May you rest in peace with Steve the Cat, Hemlock, and good little deceased goldfish everywhere.
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January 13th, 2006
02:13 am
little you know, little you care.
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January 4th, 2006
05:31 pm
in honor of firstly, my new guitar, and secondly, christmas break, i've written a song on my guitar about christmas break, it goes like ( this )
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December 22nd, 2005
02:39 pm
For shame, Johnny Damon. FOR. SHAME.
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