Tuesday, September 28, 2004
For some reason I only attract really stupid boys who tell me things like "Wow, you have really large breasts." "Thank G-d! I thought they were mutant strains of melanoma for a minute there. Whew!"
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Monday, September 27, 2004
Once I have money for something besdies $0.15 noodles,I'm going to make Lewis Structure cookies to study bond formation for Chemistry. Anyone want to join?
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Ok,now I hope those worked. G-d I'm such a computertard! I'm going to die this week because my schedule goes like this:
MONDAY: 6am Running TUESDAY: 9am Running WEDNESDAY: 6am Running
8am-1pm School 12pm-2pm Muy Thai 8am-1pm Class
6pm-9pm Muy Thai 3pm Doctor 6pm-9pm Boxing
9pm-3am Work 4pm Class 9pm-3am Work
7pm-3am Work
THURSDAY: 9am Running FRIDAY: 6am Running
11am-5:30pm Class 8am-1pm Class
7pm-3am Work 1pm-8pm Work
9pm Drive to Tampa
Plus I've started taking Aderall again, which makes me pleasntly calm, but unable to sleep well or want to eat....yummy,this week is so fun! Wow, I'm too tired to even post this right...whatever...
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MONDAY: 6am Running TUESDAY: 9am Running WEDNESDAY: 6am Running
8am-1pm School 12pm-2pm Muy Thai 8am-1pm Class
6pm-9pm Muy Thai 3pm Doctor 6pm-9pm Boxing
9pm-3am Work 4pm Class 9pm-3am Work
7pm-3am Work
THURSDAY: 9am Running FRIDAY: 6am Running
11am-5:30pm Class 8am-1pm Class
7pm-3am Work 1pm-8pm Work
9pm Drive to Tampa
Plus I've started taking Aderall again, which makes me pleasntly calm, but unable to sleep well or want to eat....yummy,this week is so fun! Wow, I'm too tired to even post this right...whatever...
Friday, September 24, 2004
PICTURES, PICTURES...YAY!!! *Note: I don't have photoshop, so all of these are really large and it kind of makes my blog look like ass, but I don't really care seeing as how Katie is the only one I know who really reads this anyway, and I sure you won't mind my sloppyness. Kisses!
Bathroom graffiti.
More bathroom graffiti, and my posing like a douchebag.
Oh, Chicago. I love thee.
This is my Craig. He is an absolute darling. He biked me around the city on his handle bars while I sang songs that I made up to distract me from the inevitable fear of falling off the handle bars and breaking my face.
Funny Boy Dance Party.
Hot Sex in the ATH Town and I'm not even drunk yet.
T-rex feet. It's hard to tell because my skin is so pale that the flash reflected off of it.
*P.S. the quality of these sucks cause I used a crap ass disposable camera. Sorry for this uber annoying postage.
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Bathroom graffiti.
More bathroom graffiti, and my posing like a douchebag.
Oh, Chicago. I love thee.
This is my Craig. He is an absolute darling. He biked me around the city on his handle bars while I sang songs that I made up to distract me from the inevitable fear of falling off the handle bars and breaking my face.
Funny Boy Dance Party.
Hot Sex in the ATH Town and I'm not even drunk yet.
T-rex feet. It's hard to tell because my skin is so pale that the flash reflected off of it.
*P.S. the quality of these sucks cause I used a crap ass disposable camera. Sorry for this uber annoying postage.
Most girls flirt by giving looks, or getting involved in witty, intelligent, and seductive conversations. I flirt by throwing jab, cross, uppercut, cross, hook combos to the face. Maybe this is why I never get asked out on dates.
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Thursday, September 23, 2004
People who take themselves seriously are the funniest thing on the planet! Comedy actors don't really get this. I tried to explain it to one of my friends in acting class once when she was doing a comedy monologue. "Ok, that was good, now quit acting funny." She couldn't get it. "No. You have to be completely serious, that is where the funny comes from." Sigh. They never learn. Everyone just watch SNL with Will Ferrell. Notice how everyone in the scenes with him laughs, but he never breaks character? It's because he's serious! Really, is that so hard to comprehend!?! I will be such an exasperated director some day.
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I got this text message today: "I know how to teleport and you don't...Jealous"
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OH MY FUCKING G-D!!!
Dad's Garage Theater in Atlanta, made of musical out of the 1970's porno filck "Debbie Does Dallas" someone, or everyone must come see this with me!
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Dad's Garage Theater in Atlanta, made of musical out of the 1970's porno filck "Debbie Does Dallas" someone, or everyone must come see this with me!
This weekend is Birthday weekend! YAY! Today's birthdays include: Todd and Noah. I haven't seen Noah since London, but we are hanging out on Saturday to "study math" and then get b-day sauced because everyone knows that birthdays last about a week. Mercedes birthday is Sunday. CAKE FIGHT! Thank goodness, I haven't had a good old fashioned cake fight in months. Since I have to repent this weekend I am goig to Tampa to visit said b-day person next weekend. Anyone want to come along? I promise free booze, bars, and hot girls...maybe hot boys too. I dunno, he manages a bar there. Oh! I think there might be a beach there too...incentive....((hint hint))
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I saw the second most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life yesterday. I didn't say anything to him though because I'm almost painfully shy, and I was disgusting from having boxed for 3 hours. I don't think he even caught me looking at him, alothough I caught him smiling at me....then later he laughed when he saw me rip into my trainer. "She just shy that one." he said, as he pointed at me. "Give her some time." I simply looked down and hid my eyes in my hair.
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Wednesday, September 22, 2004
From Friday at sun down until Saturday at sun down I will repent for all of my sins for the year and then they will be forgiven. 1 day. How do ya like them apples Lent?
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I'm getting the best-tattoo-in-the-world-ever today! I'm getting two cartoon T-rex's tattooed on the tops of my feet saying, "Rowrrr!" That way I can lay on my back with my feet up in the air and pretend that they are having T-rex fights. I'm never going to leave my house again.
*example* ((ring ring)) "Hello?...Oh, hey!...Tonight?...Yeah, that sounds great...."ROWRRR!"...Oh, wait a minute!..."Grrrr"....hold on.....T-rex fight!...I gotta go!...What?...."Rowrrr!".....oh, um.....I dunno...."AHHH!"....Ok, no really I gotta go!"
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*example* ((ring ring)) "Hello?...Oh, hey!...Tonight?...Yeah, that sounds great...."ROWRRR!"...Oh, wait a minute!..."Grrrr"....hold on.....T-rex fight!...I gotta go!...What?...."Rowrrr!".....oh, um.....I dunno...."AHHH!"....Ok, no really I gotta go!"
My life is currently being fueled by Superfood, Redbull, and Stacker 3's. Why am I still awake?
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Tuesday, September 21, 2004
While road tripping home, I stumbled across two seperate cd's both of which had songs by different boys, both written for and about me. The first made me cry. It was from him...and the lyrics were haunting correct...as if he saw what was coming all along, yet the end was somewhat different almost as if that was what was necessary. It's called "Long Year". The second song was from my best friend, and it was so true. It just stated how I'm as elusive as possible and I only let people see what i want them to see. You know me all too well darling. There is somewhere a second song by the first boy, it's called "Kisses". he sent me the lyrics, but never the music. The lyrics gave me chills. Not in a good way.
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I AM IN LOVE WITH CHICAGO! OHMIGOSH!!! I think it may be the best place I've ever been. It's like New York, only minus all the reasons New York sucks...except that it gets cold there. That is why I could never move there. It snows. Ewwwww, snow. I went and stayed with my friend Craig, who is an absolute sweetheart (why he doesn't have a super cute and nice Chicago girlfriend is beyond me). The first night we went out with the boys who were all actors and comedians for open mike night. Hilarious! The next day we made jew food for friends and then went out for dollar beers and listened to a Macedonian lady tell us that a man should kill a cat for a woman before he marries her, so she knows that he's in control. Hilarious again. The next day I ran around alone, and tried to keep my mouth shut because I kept gaping at everything because it was so beautiful. ARTHUR MILLER WAS THERE!!!! At a free first production of one of his plays. A FREE PLAY BY ARUTHER MILLER WITH ARTHUR MILLER IN THE AUDIENCE. I love, love, love it. I walked around inside of a giant silver jelly bean.....got really lost.....got yelled at by men in cars (but, nobody would stop and give me directions).....drank too many pints for a dollar.....about creamed myself when I saw the library.....watched cartoons.....got told that I had the perfect shoes if I ever needed to try and snipe barbie.....walked everywhere.....I'm sad I left, but on the upside, I get to go back for winter break. YAY! I hope I don't die of frost bite.
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Thursday, September 16, 2004
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
A couple of nights ago I called to cancel plans with a very old and dear friend. Suprisingly enough, he let me wake him up at odd hours of the morning to hang out, and it was great. We talked for four hours like nothing had changed. He told me about his whirlwind storybook romance and he got really excited and whimsical, just like he does when he feels. I think he is one of the greatest people I have ever met and it makes me really happy that he's so happy. Best wishes my darling.
P.S. Rosh Hashana is Friday, just tell your professors that you're Jewish and drive down to see her on Thursday night. Good luck.
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P.S. Rosh Hashana is Friday, just tell your professors that you're Jewish and drive down to see her on Thursday night. Good luck.
Someone told me I was like the chaos theory.
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My sleep schedule has ever so slowly diminished. I am now averaging about 2-4 hours a night. Monday night I left Athens at around 4 am, then I slept for 2 hours, then I drove home, mailed my scholarship application, and went to box. I had to go to my old high school to pick up transcripts for my scholarship. The moment I walked in the building I felt very out of place and kind of ill....ewwww....high school. After I finished that mini adventure I went to do muy thai for 2 hours. It was awesome! I didn't suck, or even feel like I was gonna die at any point during training, which is very impressive for someone who hasn't really worked out since about March. I almost forgot how fucking good it feels. It makes your body feel kind of like you got hit by a train, but in a good way. Wow, I think I might be high on this shit for a while...that is if I don't die after my training from 6-9pm tonight. I started singing again. Fucking kick ass! I found the most beautiful french aria sang by a girl who is forbidden to sing and taken from her lover. It's so intense that it makes me want to cry whenever I think of the translation...luckily, it's in french, which I can't really pronounce, so I have to concentrate on that and I don't bawl like a little bitch every time I open my mouth. Between the opera and the muy thai, I think I'm either gonna cream myself or die of exhaustion...maybe both if I'm lucky.
P.S. Someone told me I was intimidating and I laughed for a good ten minutes because I must be the most shy, dorkface on the planet.....then someone else told me I was an enigma...people are funny.
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P.S. Someone told me I was intimidating and I laughed for a good ten minutes because I must be the most shy, dorkface on the planet.....then someone else told me I was an enigma...people are funny.
Monday, September 13, 2004
I went to the ball game yesterday with my dad. I haven't been to a ball game since I was about 13. I asked a bunch of stupid questions like, "What's an RBI?" I sat and watched my dad get Armon tipsy on ball game beer, because he won't let me drink. I don't get that. My dad is always getting my guy friends and my boyfriends tipsy or drunk, but if I have one drink he will freak out and ask me if I'm an alcoholic. I think this may be due to the fact that I am indeed a female. He also got really mad at me because of my Mary t-shirt. He said that it was just disrespectful. Apparently I should quit wearing such disrespectful clothing (Bush t-shirt) included.
Armon and I bought biscuits for a food fight and window markers for car graffiti (we haven't done any yet), but I did start an extensive list of things that I love on my giant window and I don't thiink most people would think it's pretty. Good thing I quit caring what most people think by the age of 13.
For the house warming party I have decided that I want an outerspace party. I'm talking blacklights, everyone dressed in aluminum foil, ceran wrap, and fishbowls....glowsticks....jello shots....bad techno.....the works. I also want people to run around mumbling in "bee bee bo boop"....I wish I could better explain that.
I'm going to Chicago (finally!) this weekend, to go play with the funniest boy in the world. Yay! He works for a diamond store and if I'm nice I might get to go play dress up.
What else.....oh yes, Friday is Rosh Hashana, so if anyone wants to come and eat apples and honey with me, you're more than welcome because my family will be out of town and I've never been alone for the New Year (sad). Over and out.
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Armon and I bought biscuits for a food fight and window markers for car graffiti (we haven't done any yet), but I did start an extensive list of things that I love on my giant window and I don't thiink most people would think it's pretty. Good thing I quit caring what most people think by the age of 13.
For the house warming party I have decided that I want an outerspace party. I'm talking blacklights, everyone dressed in aluminum foil, ceran wrap, and fishbowls....glowsticks....jello shots....bad techno.....the works. I also want people to run around mumbling in "bee bee bo boop"....I wish I could better explain that.
I'm going to Chicago (finally!) this weekend, to go play with the funniest boy in the world. Yay! He works for a diamond store and if I'm nice I might get to go play dress up.
What else.....oh yes, Friday is Rosh Hashana, so if anyone wants to come and eat apples and honey with me, you're more than welcome because my family will be out of town and I've never been alone for the New Year (sad). Over and out.
Friday, September 10, 2004
When I was younger, I hated high school for multiple reasons, one of which was the fact that my high school was run by complete morons...apparently it still is. I have called those bastards about 6 times to try to get my transcripts for my UNM scholarship and they keep sending me to this damn voice mail for Mrs. Wood. I don't know who the hell this Mrs. Wood is, but I am now convinced that she must be some kind of terrible cunt faced succubus. Wow, that was really mean and childish of me to write. I apologize to all of my readers, but not Mrs. Wood or North Springs High School. Those stupid spartans can burn in hell for all I care, because if I call and get a voice mailbox one more time, I am going to go down there myself and be polite, but wish I were yelling and cursing. So there. NORTH SPRINGS HIGH SCHOOL AND ALL OF IT'S FACULTY AND STAFF SHOULD GO FUCK THEMSELVES.
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I've turned down a million good propostions for studying this week. Someone tell me to quit being lame, quick!
Ok, for serious, I have a whole....I'll say 3 friends in Atlanta (because I don't count people that would do me as "friends"), and I have a new condo, with a fake ass room and a fun hot tub, and I need people to come and hang out with me, and dance and do cartwheels and listen to cock rock while wearing funny outfits, and read comic books, and play scrabble and poker, and drink $15 champagne, and do other dumb ass shit because the ATL sucks dick! Someone please, oh please, oh please come visit me!!! I will make you baked goods...and give you a massage....maybe even a foot massage (unless you are Armon, Greg, or Noah...ewwww). That is all for now.
P.S. I think I'm comma-tose. (BAD PUN!)
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Ok, for serious, I have a whole....I'll say 3 friends in Atlanta (because I don't count people that would do me as "friends"), and I have a new condo, with a fake ass room and a fun hot tub, and I need people to come and hang out with me, and dance and do cartwheels and listen to cock rock while wearing funny outfits, and read comic books, and play scrabble and poker, and drink $15 champagne, and do other dumb ass shit because the ATL sucks dick! Someone please, oh please, oh please come visit me!!! I will make you baked goods...and give you a massage....maybe even a foot massage (unless you are Armon, Greg, or Noah...ewwww). That is all for now.
P.S. I think I'm comma-tose. (BAD PUN!)
Thursday, September 09, 2004
My dad bought me a light pink sweater with a black poodle in a rhinestone collar on it. It is the funniest thing I have ever seen, and you bet your sweet ass that I will wear it proudly and look like a 1950's prom reject. I'm 1950licious!
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Wednesday, September 08, 2004
I am a complete computertard! I don't think they should be so difficult for me to operate, but as of late I'm just beginning to think that maybe it's a genetic dysfunction. I can't get the driver's for my HP at home, so it doesn't work, which you would think sucks enough, but oh, no, no, no...it seems that I also am too stupid to operate my web CT which is where all of my chemistry homework and quizzes happen to be. Hurrah for me! By the way, I am either selling my HP or using it for a large paper weight, if you're interested let me know.
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Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Today I asked my dad if I could have money to get my hair cut, so I could look more like a girl. He looked at me and said really loudly and scarcastically, "If you want to look like a girl, quit cutting your hair!"
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I'm a secret person. This is for multiple reasons, such as the fact that most of my thoughts are very very silly and dorky, therefore having a friend who makes me tell them everything can make me feel very vunerable. Example:
Today at lunch. We pass a very hot 50's style car.
HIM: Wow, that's a very 50's car.
ME: Hot. I always wanted a '57 Chevy.
HIM: Why?
ME: They're hot cars.
HIM: That's not why.
ME: What are you talking about?
HIM: You're making a face, which leads me to believe that there is an ulterior motive for your wanting the car and it's probably embarrassing. What kind of Chevy?
ME: It doesn't matter.
HIM: WHAT KIND OF CHEVY?
ME: (whisper/) A malibu.
HIM: What?
ME: A MALIBU FOR CHRIST SAKES! WHY DOES IT MATTER?
HIM: Why do you want a '57 Chevy Malibu?
ME: No reason.
HIM: Why?
ME: It doesn't fucking matter!
HIM: Then just tell me damn it!
ME: NO!
HIM: G-d dammnit Miranda, will you just fucking tell me!
ME: (very quietly) It's Barbie's car.
HIM: Who's car? Abby's car?
ME: No!
HIM: Sparky?
ME: No.
HIM: Who!?!
ME: Barbie! I ALREADY SAID IT'S BARBIE'S CAR!
HIM: oh.
He laughs hysterically while I sit at th table with my head down.
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Today at lunch. We pass a very hot 50's style car.
HIM: Wow, that's a very 50's car.
ME: Hot. I always wanted a '57 Chevy.
HIM: Why?
ME: They're hot cars.
HIM: That's not why.
ME: What are you talking about?
HIM: You're making a face, which leads me to believe that there is an ulterior motive for your wanting the car and it's probably embarrassing. What kind of Chevy?
ME: It doesn't matter.
HIM: WHAT KIND OF CHEVY?
ME: (whisper/) A malibu.
HIM: What?
ME: A MALIBU FOR CHRIST SAKES! WHY DOES IT MATTER?
HIM: Why do you want a '57 Chevy Malibu?
ME: No reason.
HIM: Why?
ME: It doesn't fucking matter!
HIM: Then just tell me damn it!
ME: NO!
HIM: G-d dammnit Miranda, will you just fucking tell me!
ME: (very quietly) It's Barbie's car.
HIM: Who's car? Abby's car?
ME: No!
HIM: Sparky?
ME: No.
HIM: Who!?!
ME: Barbie! I ALREADY SAID IT'S BARBIE'S CAR!
HIM: oh.
He laughs hysterically while I sit at th table with my head down.
Sometimes I think that I don't really fit in in college....and by sometimes, I mean, all the time. I don't like partying, or drinking, or promiscuity. I don't like being pawed by horny drunk men or small talking with smarties over cocktails. "heehee, oh, you are just so witty!" And apparently, it is horribly wrong for me to dress sexy and feed people stupid lines and then punch them after they try to make a move. I thought it was a free country and flirting was allowed, I was unaware that dressing sexy and flirting made you an automatic tease. My bad. I guess it's really my fault for not liking it when people invade my personal envelope. Whoops! Ok, enough of that....I found a moving buddy, so I don't have to run away and live all alone. It was a difficult conversation at first because neither one of us ever like to be serious or emotional, but I think it should work to the advantage of us both. We are creating awesome resumes with fake companies and real answering systems, and we're gonna not tell anyone who we really are...kind of like spies....oohh....I am moment obsessed and nobody gets this. I love watching everything. Interactions. Conversations. That initial response of the facial muscles before the programmed expression takes over. Changing scenery. I would love to freeze them all and study them moment by moment. I was sitting at the park yesterday about to be blown away adn it was like sensory overload. The noises, the smells, the sounds, the people, the animals, the textures. I sometimes wonder if anyone else ever feels that way....or if I'm just crazy....I'd put my money on the second one......I got stood up 4 different times in the last 3 days. I need less flakey friends, although I do always accept getting ass as a good reason for ditching karoke or beers in the hot tub. Oh! I moved into a pimp ass condo off of North Ave. and I only have to pay $100 a month and that includes my utilities! Hell yeah! Now I can save up all my $ for moving out west, fucking rock! We will be having a house warming party....I don't know when yet. Over and out.
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Friday, September 03, 2004
This is my new comic book obsession. It is Samuari Penguin. I got it for only $.10 and it is the fucking bomb! He fights great white sharks, and there is an evil walrus named Artimus that has badass evil seal minions.....ok, that is all for the dorkiness for now.
Tonight I will be chillin' in the ATH town visiting my friend Patrick, who is like a human cartoon. Mercedes will be there too, if she will let me surgically remove her from Mikel. Everyone should come and hang out! We will be running around and causing all sorts of trouble. Yay!
