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I'm down here in Georgia, where the hillbilly accent originated, and since I'm getting back on the first, I obviously won't get to see any of you around Christmas ( crying ). Keep me updated on the goings-on (did you stub your toe? Buy a new pencil case?! AND PATTY, SEND ME THOSE PICTURES!!! domokun )
I will, of course, be on again--tomorrow, probably. Not sure about computer access when I get to Florida, but I will pray. For their sanity as well as mine.
 kyuuria · Fri Dec 22, 2006 @ 05:50am · 1 Comments |
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...and pray.
For today, my mom has finally taken my only MCR shirt (well, besides the TBP one) to the dry cleaners. My precious, precious shirt. They said they'd try their hardest and get it back to me on Monday.
crying it's like waiting while someone has lifesaving surgery. though I suppose I COULD buy a new shirt, and prolly not a new person...
kyuuria · Fri Sep 08, 2006 @ 03:43am · 2 Comments |
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Holy crap, I'm shaking xd such a nerd.
Apparently, "Welcome To The Black Parade" is now my husband.
How did this happen?!
Well, Welcome To The Black Parade was on Vibe Rater (sp), so if you listen to Channel Q a lot, then you iknow how it works--people call in and vote to keep it or toss it, so of course I HAD to call in and vote. Here's the conversation:
Qdude: Hello, this is Channel Q.
Me: Hey, I'm calling about the Vibe Rater?
Qdude: Yeah!
Me: I LOVED it. Definitely keep it.
Qdude: You LOVED it? *laughs* would you marry it?
Me: Oh yeah, definitely.
Qdude: Sweet, can I come to the wedding, eat the cake and stuff?
Me: Hell, you can crash it, as long as it happens. (okay, that was kinda weird, but what would you have said?!)
Qdude: and later, after the wedding, can I film the--ah--nevermind, won't go there.
Me: *laugh* yeah, better not.
Qdude: okay, well, I'll put you down for keeping it, thanks!
rofl best conversation EVER. Besides the ones that I have with you guys, of course heart
xd my hands are STILL shaking!!!
EDIT: okay, they just PLAYED THAT CONVERSATION ON THE RADIO. OMG!!! I sound weird...heh, but they didn't play the "and after the wedding" part...
kyuuria · Wed Sep 06, 2006 @ 02:25am · 3 Comments |
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Wow.
I just wrote a very long journal entry.
Like, ten paragraphs.
Longest yet. About Interview With The Vampire, which I saw today.
I previewed it, and then I FORGOT TO SUBMIT IT.
So i't so gone now.
scream
gonk
domokun
Geesus.
That was a ******** long journal entry.
kyuuria · Sun Sep 03, 2006 @ 05:10am · 3 Comments |
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xd you were thinking dirty thoughts when you read that, Michelle...I know you were. And I can picture the face that you're making RIGHT NOW as you read this mrgreen
Okie dokie, another dream ('cuz basically nothing else interesting happens around here).
The set up of my house was pretty similar to how it is now--if you go out my door and go to the right, it has that hill--except the hill seemed a lot steeper and instead of regular forest down by the trussel (sp?), it was, like...a jungle. And there was no trussel.
So apparently I was running away form home for the night (very dark out) which I guess I had apparently done before, but as I was sneaking down that hill my mom pulled up in her van. I hid behind a car, but she saw me and chased me until she caught up with me. She was REALLY pissed (she always seems to be in my dreams...) and yelling at me and stuff, and then she thrust something into my arms and went away. I have no idea what it was.
I walk down to the jungle-y place and go in, and I think it's there that I meet up with some people, two of whom later turn into Bob and Ray (IT'S TAKING OVER MY LIIIIIIFE--and I'm not complaining), and we walk in the jungle until we come to this huge dumpster. For some reason, we have to go inside of it, and we climb up (levitation???) and pull it open. There's no trash, but we can't see what's in it 'cuz it's really dark, so we tell Bob that he has to jump in and see if there's anything bad in there xd poor Bob...
So bob jumps in, he's fine, and for some reason the bottom has all this dirt and it doesn't smell. I think we go into the dumpster for shelter or something, and then I can't remember anything crying
I had the impression that other people were there, though...I wonder who.
kyuuria · Tue Aug 29, 2006 @ 01:46am · 5 Comments |
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Okey--just wanted to let you people know that the current theme on my profile is temporary, I'mma be changing it tomorrow sometime when I can find an awesomer one, but right now it's 2:34 a.m. and I need to go to bed sweatdrop
g'night, y'all.
kyuuria · Sun Aug 27, 2006 @ 08:35am · 5 Comments |
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Argh.
The doorbell rang, so I went to get it (duh). It was, to my surprise, two young men...in police uniforms.
The guy was pretty nice, he asked if someone without shoes had been running around the neighborhood and gone into our house. I said yeah, Julia had been playing around for awhile. They seemed to be concerned, so I told them that she was fine and playing in her room. They asked to speak to her, so I called her down, thinking "oh, s**t...Julia and policemen, NOT GOOD..."
So she comes down the stairs, takes one look at the policemen, throws her arms around me and starts screaming bloody murder. I try to tell her it's okay, that they were just worried about her, but that does nothing. I tell her to go upstairs, give the policemen her name, and go after her to calm her down.
Waaaay to go. Now they really think you're fine.
So later my mom comes to me and says that, APPARENTLY, somebody in the neighborhood reported to the policemen that a girl was running around the block without shoes on.
W.T.F.
OF COURSE SHE WAS, it's SUMMER!!! And the block that she LIVES on!!! Since when is that a bad thing on her part, or ours? Is she a bad kid for doing so? Are we a bad family for not keeping her restrained???
*sigh* so, of course, I'M crying from all the emotion and feel bad because she just screamed at a couple of policemen and they probably think she's completely beyond help. So, obviously, does whoever reported her. She's not an idiot. She's smarter than me a lot of the time, so why can't people stop giving us s**t about it?
The policeguys thought it was ridiculous too, so cookies for them. MANY cookies.
*deeeeeeep breath*
But I feel better now. Everybody's calmed down and all, AND we (I) got our new non-crappy mouse installed, AND we're getting a 25x faster internet AND separate phone lines!!! 4laugh
kyuuria · Tue Aug 22, 2006 @ 02:02am · 3 Comments |
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