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The Bad Beginning Phone Radio Logan, The Boy Who HATED Squirrels
The Digital Garden Evil Cinnabon & A School Rock Concert SAGGY. JEANS.
The Girl Who Can't Be Moved Our First Commercial Break My Gamer Sister and Her Seizures
For Lack of A Rant Neopian Memories Dirty Bathrooms & A Thrifty Adventure
School drills and an Arby's Incident Poorly aged rant... Time With Friends & 2001: A Space Odyssey (again)
Questionable Waffle Instructions Morgan&Morgan Lack of motivation...*sigh*
Love... Clarke and Kubrick Global Day of Unplugging
EEG Poorly Timed Commercial Breaks Broken Discs
LTE speedrun Deja Q



Here goes. Let's hope this works. Okay, it does. Well, this is very barebones right now, but my friend Vee chose the layout for me. Adorable, isn't it? I mean, even if I'm actively decaying and the prozac isn't working anymore, i still want to give off a good impression! Well, this is all I feel like dumping right now, especially since I have to go to school in ten minutes. I'll try to add a hit counter and see how that goes...okay? I added it, its a little broken, but i think i can fix this up a little bit. I have to go to school now though, seeya! (well, not really, but still) Okay, I'm back. I WAS supposed to give you guys a page for my photography instead, but i'm saving that for AFTER the silver springs trip! Instead, I'm ranting about my phone's HORRIBLE FM radio tool! Back when I lived in Illinois, it'd be able to detect frequencies within a 30-minute radius almost EFFORTLESSLY, but over here in Florida? It can only detect ONE station. And its the COUNTRY channel in DUNNELLON. WE DON'T LIVE THAT CLOSE TO DUNNELLON, COME ON! A radio station 15 miles away and one 2 miles away, and i can only get the further one? WHAT KIND OF SORCERY IS THAT? Imagine all the songs I could've discovered today IF IT WEREN'T FOR MY PHONE'S HORRIBLE RECEPTION!!!! Bah, no wonder I need that Silver Springs 50s diner pizza. Oh yeah, mom's calling me to go blow dry my hair now, so seeya! Hopefully I feel better after the trip to the Springs! Okay, another quickie in honor of Squirrel Appreciation Day. I want to tell the story about my friend Logan...well, he wasn't really a friend, we all thought he was a stupid dork and a wannabe gangster. But anyways, Logan HATED squirrels; he hated them even more than our own teacher! And he MADE UP false allegations against the teacher so she'd get fired. One day, Logan dropped out and never came back. We all prophesized and predicted the day he'd return, finally settling on a Monday in February. The Saturday before that Monday, I was out shopping at a thrift store when I saw a real cute shirt with a squirrel on it. So, on the "day of Logan's return," I wore that shirt to school. He never came back, but still, funny memories. Anyways, I may start a digital garden for all my friends, because if you've seen my I'll Follow You Into the Dark image, you know a friend of mine is taking a break from the internet, but that break very well may become a permanent leave, as i've heard rumors of him deleting his account, therefore erasing almost a year of memories. The garden was my Mom's idea, first she wanted to buy a plant to honor him, then i twisted that into a garden for my friends, only to learn that its not a very good time to plant flowers, so I'll just make a digital garden. Okay, I'm back. Anyone enjoying the Digital Garden? You want another rant? Okay then, here's a rehash of the Cinnabon story from one of the LTEs of the past. So, back in May, I was trying to get myself a little treat, y'know? Then I go on the website and they're ACTIVELY TRYING TO BRAINWASH YOU. WHAT DO YOU MEAN "resistance is futile" "stop thinking" "give in to the taste" WHAT? WHAT WHAT WHAT? This is just absolutely bonkiers. Apologies for the fact that this rant is SO SHORT. I have to go work on the Digital Garden, however today I DID get to witness a concert at school. You see, West Port (my school) has its own rock band thingy, and today they held a concert. I joined right before they started playing Everlong and I stuck around for basically the whole concert after that. They also played Dear Maria, Count Me In, Enter Sandman Silver Springs, some Deftones song, and No Surprises by Radiohead. Hell, there was even a guy running a CONCESSIONS stand. I wish YOU (as in, THE READER THEMSELF) were there. Hey, maybe you were! I doubt it though, I wish I could show you the videos I took...it was awesome...I'm back. And I know what you're gonna say, "Shade, open up Rafflesia Road already!" Oh come on, I'll work on it!...eventually...Anyways, there's a weird fashion trend overtaking the boys at school: SAGGY. JEANS. About a month ago in Mr. Swanson's class, a guy came in to show off how saggy his jeans were AND STARTED TWERKING IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CLASS. I almost ran up to him and pulled his pants clean down, only for Mr. Swanson to say "Sophia, someone already did that a few weeks ago, and they got suspended for it." And now I'm back to wondering WHY DO GUYS THINK SAGGY PANTS ARE SO COOL? As a (fat) girl, i like to keep my pants to my waist. ANY sign of a sag puts me into a panic, and I keep my shirt tucked in like a Starfleet captain most of the time. I remember reading the history of saggy pants once, and I heard it originated with gay men in prisons trying to show other men they were readily available, which is funny because the boys at West Port that sag the hell out of their pants claim they're as straight as a ruler...which makes me wonder if the kid with the sagging pants was trying to find a mate in our class. In California, its illegal for animals to mate near schools, and considering that kid and his saggy jeans, I think they need to install that law here in Florida. I don't need you trying to conduct a mating ritual IN FRONT OF MY PEACH SNAPPLE AND STAR TREK GUMMIES!!! I want to continue typing, but i have nothing good to type about. Maybe I'll go play GTA until i figure out what to do; after all, I DO have a PSP now! Well, that was an enlightening experiment. Anyways, I was probably going to put this in my diary, but i'm pretty sure I lost it, so I'll just type what I was meaning to write in my diary. WARNING: sappy content ahead, but its still sappy in a way where its fun and entertaining to read, because after all, my typing compared to writing feels different. I'm more compelled to do more. And now for what I was ACTUALLY trying to say. I stayed up ALL night last night, and i was feelin' pretty down, yknow? Remember my friend Sake/Buns whatever you call 'em (i'm pretty sure he's a guy, but lots of people have been callin' him a girl lately so I'm just trying to be in that blank area...so...THEY FINALLY RESPONDED TO MY MESSAGES! I can't believe it, THE person who inspired me to create the Digital Garden, THE person who was one of my dearest friends (even if they had friends they liked MUCH more than me,) and one of THE MOST AWESOMEST DANDY'S WORLD FANS EVER has finally responded to my cries. I did stop messaging them on Sunday because I didn't wanna scare him and I saw his account activity easing up and progressing. It's like if the girl ACTUALLY came back to the man who can't be moved...except we swap the genders around, so its a girl waiting on a guy for eternity. Speaking of The Man Who Can't Be Moved, when I first moved to Florida, me and Dad stopped at a "good, not shitty" furniture store to get my Super Awesome Silver Desks (well, really I wanted dark wood, but my bed is a light wood bed and there was no way in hell i'd ever choose that basic minimalist shit the rest of my bloodline is succumbing to because apparently existence in Dunnellon WASN'T already miserable enough) and as soon as we stepped in, I heard that familiar baseline and THAT DAMNED VOICE. Somehow, I was able to sing the entire song by heart, right there, right then. I can't help it, ITS SO CATCHY! "'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me, and your heart starts to wonder where on this Earth I could be, thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we meet, and you'll see me waiting for you, on the corner of the street, so I'm not moving...I'm not movinggg..." Least I think that's how it went. I'll go listen to the song to double-check. All this talk is reminding me that I should probably go fix that audio file on the digital garden. OOOOoooKAYYYY! I'm back! I totally gotta keep writing in this thing because Land Walrus over here's just going bonkers and none of us can keep up. And if you're wondering...No, I could NOT fix the audio file. However, I am glad to announce that we are adding advertisements to the LTE! Why? Because West Port won't let me on their TV station...they said i was too much of a n00b. Well then...I could cuss out everyone that's ever wronged me, but instead, we'll just do a commercial break. 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This rant probably won't be fully fledged due to obvious reasons, but hey, if i wanna bypass that STUPID LAND WALRUS, i gotta type, and i gotta type LOTS. Let's see what else I can write about. Oh yeah, my school's job fair -- no wait, i can't remember much except the lazy ass computer science team and the building blocks experiment. I should probably just dump that stuff in photography. Wait, my sister's going through some sort of brain test right now to determine her seizures. You may or may not remember she's been having crazy seizures for about a year now (starting in April or May after a trip to the nail salon) and we don't know what's causing em, so this woman came to our house and attached a bunch of weird nodes to my sister's head. She looks like she's being interrogated, but in reality she just came into my room to tell me she's been gaming for twelve hours straight. I sure am glad I don't suffer from seizures.I do wish I could game for twelve hours straight though. Too bad that the only opportunity for me to do that involves me giving up my free will to a video game, and its not worth it if you can't even chat. That's right, I STILL PLAY ROBLOX. I'd think you knew that by the fact most of the art on my art page is Dandy's World stuff. Oh yes, I've FINALLY typed enough to unlock the hide tag! How neat! Anyways, if I have any hope for NOT failing all my classes today, I need to go update. We finally have an ACTUAL updates page now, so that's neat. I may edit the text tags to look more sensical, as its a confusing clusterfuck right now. But lets save that for after school, okay? Okay. I lied, one last rant before school. I was gonna go on about how im an egotistical little bitch who believes my LTE is superior to everyone else's LTE (EXCEPT FOR FLAMING CHICKENS) but instead, i shall write about my Quero Toolbar thing. Crap, i got writer's block, but this is an LTE, not a murder mystery novel! ISNT THIS SO UNFAIR?? Just as things were looking up...*grumbles* Oh, and also, the thing fair page didn't work out. except to wait 5 milennia on that. anyways, i have like 5 minutes before i go to school, seeya around! Okay, I'm back. You know what would be good to make this even longer? A good ol' reminiscin' session! I think I might be getting back into my Neopets phase, and I just had this funny memory of mine. One day, I was on eBay and I found a Neopets plushie. Nothing wrong with that, right? It was a desert Aisha, VERY cheap. And the reason why it was so cheap? THE OWNER OF THE PLUSHIE CHOPPED OFF ITS ANTENNAE AND SEWED IT BACK TOGETHER. In all honesty, it looked like it didnt even HAVE antennae to begin with! Ahhhh, good times. I'm already feeling a bit tired, so I'll head out. Apologies for the shortness of that ranty thingy. But hey, I promise you'll get something VERY good VERY soon...no, I do NOT know what it is. Hey, I'm back. I got a headache alongside something MUCH better than a headache. I'll give you what I consider better than a headache...A NEW LTE entry! This one is about the...interesting state of building 5. As you may know, my school is divided into multiple different buildings, i walk outdoors to get to all my classes except for my second period class, which is in the same hallway as my first period. All my electives happen in builfing 5, but today we're focusing on the area closest to the exit of the school: That's right, THE THEATRE!!! Let me tell you, that bathroom may even beat that one restaurant in Pigeon Forge in terms of nastiness. Today, I went in there because our theatre teacher was late AGAIN (again) (again) and I needed to take my Mandatory Pre-Theatre Class Dump. And guess what I found inside? AN ENTIRE ZAXBY'S CHICKEN SANDWICH. JUST SITTING THERE. ON THE FLOOR. And when I get to the restroom of my choice...THE ENTIRE outside of the toilet is COVERED IN SHIT. HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE? And I THOUGHT art and photography class had bad bathrooms. Anyways, I forgot to tell you guys about my thrifting adventure on Satruday, didn't I? I got a Sass Jordan CD (I never heard of her until that day, but I love her music now,) a panda sweater, a valentine's dalmatian plushie, some jewelry, and a sign I begged my dad for even though he's pretty sure it doesn't fit anything in our house...except for the laundry room, where it resides today. Our first stop was the Humane Society thrift store in NW Cockala. Well, we were REALLY gonna go to Brother's Keepers but a bunch of people tried ramming into us and every parking space was taken. Humane Society thrift store is OLD. From what I've found, its been open since the year my parents were born (yes, they were born in the same year: SHOCKING!!!!!!!!!!) and it's pet-friendly. Super duper cool. Immediately, I wandered over to the furniture section (much to my dad's chagrin) and picked up this sign that said "Dream...believe..." because it reminded me of our Aunt's house before she moved to Florida. I really loved her house, it had lots of nice decorations, but the Florida curse befell her...*shrieks* and Dad was very reluctant, so I asked Mom for assistance while I sifted through the women's clothing racks and realized one thing: Life is NOT fair. However, I did find a really cute scarf but I didn't get it because I had no clue how to style it. And while we were wandering aimlessly, Dad found a shitty Wi-Fi router that he's attempted to connect to my PSP (I haven't tested it.) Eventually, I decided that we WOULD get that sign (8 bucks!) and Dad reluctantly obliged (right word, right? right? RIGHT?) Our next stop was the Salvation Army. I've heard some horrific stuff about the Salvation Army, yet I was too afraid to tell Dad about any of it. Inside of that one was immediately a plushie bin with a really rare dalmatian plushie, and I tried convincing myself that I didn't need it (spoiler: it failed.) and went over to the clothing aisles. I found a really cute panda sweater and a pair of baggy camo jeans, but I checked the size and the jeans were made for women with prehensile tails :( I should totally rant about clothing sizes one day, so I stuck with the sweater. Then we headed over to the media section and I found a bunch of interesting CDs - a weird local band, something called Avalon, and another singer called Sass Jordan (the only one I got was Sass Jordan, which prompted me to write this rant because I'm listening to her music right now) and I realized "Damn, this IS pretty good." At the check out, where I caved and bought the plushie, Dad saw a man who was 25 bucks short of his purchase, so Dad gave the old man his money so he could pay for his stuff while I snuck the dog plushie onto the counter. Our next stop involved us driving to the pines. There were two thrift stores and a cafe in the same strip mall (spoiler: i waited til i got home to eat) and it was certainly an enlightening experience. The first one was less of a thrift store and more like a Knockoff Paradise. There was a kid hosting a tea party all by herself and she asked me some odd questions. I'm pretty sure her parents just abandoned her in there, since there were no adults around except for the people working at the counters. We decided to stop at the next thrift store in the strip mall...they didn't sell clothes, but they sold lots of other cool stuff. I got some jewelry there, and dad found a computer WITH A REAL DISC DRIVE!!!!!!! But it was too late. And back to that jewelry, there was a very rare case of ME PAYING FOR SOMETHING WITH MY OWN MONEY!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could continue on, but I'm feeling a little bored...ttyl! Okaaaayyy, I'm back. I should've typed this rant on Friday, but my prozac wasn't working.... :p but anyways, our school takes drills WAY too seriously...We had a tornado drill on Friday and I felt like I was being transported to hell. But the tornado drill WASN'T the worst one. No, that award goes to the shooter drill. The staff were even LARPing that an ACTUAL school shooting was happening, and it got to the point I could hardly tell it was a drill. I was literally calling mom and dad telling them how scared I was...only to learn that IT WAS A DRILL. I mean, it should've been obvious, but usually they don't act out an entire scenario like that. Anyways, since stories on the LTE got the most votes, let me share some right now. So, one time I was REALLY REALLT hungry, like basically starting to suffer the side effects of starvation hungry. Dad WAS making dinner, but it wouldnt be done for like an hour. I went online and saw a funny video about Arby's, and that made me think "damn, i need arby's." and like, i told mom and dad was like "But i'm making dinner" and I was like "BUT IM LITERALLY IN PAIN." And plus, it takes a long time to cook what he was cooking, so Mom got me Arby's, therefore saving me from agony. All because of a single funny video. Dad's also surprising me with a flea market trip later, so that's a little bit of a shocker. Well, my stupid ass hasn't updated this thing in a LONG time, but I thought it did. Well, remember that rant about school drills? That aged like the finest of milks must I say...BECAUSE WE HAD AN ACTUAL LOCKDOWN ON THURSDAY...Granted, it was just a code yellow over a HORRIFIC prank phone call, but it was still enough to launch me into quite the panic. Panic SO BAD that they had to break a rule of code yellow to get me to stop crying...they let me LEAVE CLASS. Granted, I was escorted by someone else to student services to calm down until the all clear was called...well, someone called to ask about me a little after the all clear was called, and I loudly shouted in response "NO, [STUDENT NAME] IS NOT GOING TO SCIENCE CLASS!" and i waited for another 20 minutes after that because there was NO WAY IN HELL I wanted to go to science class. Funnily enough, a cop had the AUDACITY to ask me for my name after i shouted it across student services to the phone. There was another phone in the "student interrogation room" (LONG story on how I gave it that name...but it does have to do with a joke involving the matrix) I COULD theoretically continue, but i hear the voices of the damned souls screaming. Okay, I'm back. Its been a hot minute since I typed here, but I have a dilemma. Ever since my family moved to Florida, I feel like the quality of the food we cook has dropped significantly. I mean, the steak we had on valentine's day was really good, but otherwise it just feels like Dad isn't putting as much effort into cooking as he used to, and Mom cooks most nights now. Usually, we'll have poorly cooked meat with questionably soggy veggies and velveeta, but I complained too much about velveeta so tonight we're using kraft instead (spoiler: it'll still suck) and whenever I complain about the mac n cheese, my sister looks at me like I'm batshit insane. You know its bad when I can stomach MICHELINA'S CHEESE WHEELS (AKA literal kraft mac n cheese flavored water sauce) but not veleveeta. We did have hot dogs w kraft mac n cheese, and it was somewhat decent in my opinion, but i'd much rather have one of those oven scooby-doo pizza rollup thingies we got in the freezer. sorry this rant is so STUPID, I've just been pretty tired. And I've been much more focused on cleaning up my computer and since I also got accepted into the school's MCCA program, i'm auditioning for the vocal ensemble of the rock band (yes, WP has a rock band, which you should know if you came from any of the graffiti around the school.) Anyways, I gotta think about what to do with life and probably edit a few more pages on here. Seeya around! I'm back, anyways I'm currently taking to one of my friends, and i just wanted to share a fun little memory to keep the LTE flow goin'. You know the Budweiser "WAZZUP" commercial, right? That tends to be my main way of greeting people, but keep in mind these friends live in Asia and Australia and stuff. I had to explain the reference to them, but we were all able to laugh together once I FINALLY got around to showing them the ad. God, i love the little cultural exchanges between me and my friends. Okay, I'm back. And I just realized I forgot to feed my Neopets. (i was never seen nor heard from again) Anyways, the other day I FINALLY got past the part in the 2001 a space odyssey novel where i cried so much during the movie that i had to stop watching, and the entire time it felt like i was a cow in traffic (that's the best way to put it.) At this point, I'm just typing nonsensical shit, but when it comes to rewatching or rereading something with a really sad scene, it feels like you're just waiting for your impending doom and you gotta brace for impact before, during, and after every chapter. Same thing happening in reading class right now. But hey, at least I remembered HAL 9000 existed...my little bab--OH GOD PUT THAT SCREWDRIVER AWAY!!! *tackles reader, killing them in the process* phew! I got 15 minutes before school...i better go. Okay, I'm back. I've noticed I'm not updating this website as much as I want to, nor are there really any full LTE entries, but while making breakfast today, I found the PERFECT source of an LTE entry. So, I was making waffles because if I wanna go to college, I have to learn how to be independent (my driving skills will probably always consist of killing pedestrians on a regular drive to zaxby's...somehow, unfortunately) and while I was waiting for the waffles to be done, i looked at the packaging and saw it had instructions not just for microwave and oven, but also warming unit. I was like, "what the hell is a warming unit?" So I looked it up AND YOU CAN MAKE WAFFLES WITH SURGICAL SUPPLIES. Imagine being in the middle of open heart surgery and one of the surgeons is like "hey, mind if i make waffles with our patient's warming unit?" But granted, these are the things that are mass-distributed to schools and stuff, so somewhere out there, there may be a doctor who actually DOES cook waffles with their patient's warming unit. I need to study the art of school breakfast more closely, though I probably shouldn't, considering the warm milk incident. (the reason the "why are you here" chart in the building 9 girls bathroom has an all of the above option...this is why you refrigerate milk, kiddos!) But maybe the fact I found a company distributing them AND I've ordered them to ship food directly to my house is just good enough...will save the package for further studying though. I should go practice my vocal ensemble voice though. And find singing lessons. I need singing lessons. Okay, I'm back. Today I had a HORRIBLE vomiting fit, like even worse than the Chernobyl Howie's incident. Oh wait, its time for yet ANOTHER Morgan & Morgan ad before I tell you what I REALLY needed to say. WON'T SOMEONE ELSE SPONSOR MY POOR LTE? MY EMAIL IS...down there, uhh...yeah. I'm Morgan Morgan of Morgan & Morgan. Morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan have been morgan morgan morgan morgan Morgan Morgan morgan morgan Morgan Morgan's morgan, morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan. Morgan Morgan's Morgan, morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan, morgan morgan morgan morganized morgan morgan morgan morgan morganning, morgan many restaurants, morgan morgan morgan Morgan, morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan Morgan Morgan's Morgan. Morgan morgan, morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan morgan Morgan Morgan morgan morgan Morgan Morgan's Morgan, Call us today. CALL 1-800-6MO-RGAN. That's 1-800-6MO-RGAN. Call Morgan now! (translation available at request.) Okay, apologies for that, I will not be able to provide you guys with the pigeon forge rant. Instead, I shall rant about having a HORRIFIC lack of motivation...like I currently have. I'll start up on a rant and suddenly give up because i'm not motivated enough. It's STUPID, isn't it! I need these ideas OUT THERE, and I need them out there NOW. I don't care if I have 15 minutes left until school, I have to get this out here NOW! I really need to get a life, I swear. Or at the very least start practicing for the rock band thingy at my school: auditions are creeping up on me and if I want to have ANY hope to become the singer of the rock band, I gotta start now The problem is I'm usually too exhausted to do anything after school. Hopefully that won't be the case today Anyways, I gotta go print out Magnus' blackout poetry for Mr. Swanson. Well dear reader, turns out my printer is BROKEN! So here's another rant! Today’s rant topic is about…LOVE! We are currently reading Romeo and Juliet, and while I’d LOVE to tell you about the unbridled fury the modern English translation of the prologue gave me, I’m gonna talk about something else. But hold on, I DO have a fun Romeo and Juliet story to tell! So, in theatre class last week, we were performing Football Romeo, a play about a high school’s chaotic adaptation of Romeo and Juliet (I performed a scene where the kid casted as Romeo was SERIOUSLY reconsidering his role considering who got casted as Juliet and the fact that girl would’ve much rather her slightly-psycho linebacker boyfriend be Romeo, but he’s not too keen on Shakespeare) and we all had to have partners. But NOBODY wanted to be my partner. Too many lines, one of them said. Everyone else already had partners, so I had to improvise. I cast my plushie as the drama teacher. If only Mrs. Messenger let us record the scenes we performed because someone ended their scene with a compilation of Danny (the geek kid who got casted as Romeo) banging his head against a mirror while our narrator played Backstreet Boys. There was another one where Nicola (the girl who got casted as Juliet) started angrily doing jumping jacks. But enough of that, lets get back to LOVE. Love is real funny, because when I love a boy, turns out that boy doesn’t actually love me. But when a guy likes me, I can’t STAND his ass! At this point, I’m probably gonna end up dating another woman because men are just…so…Y’know. I mean, I dunno if I can even score any other girls though, but my chances with a girl look MUCH higher than my chances with a man. I was also once in a polyamorous relationship with one of my friends and her boyfriend and she KICKED ME OUT because she liked her boyfriend too much: frankly it was only polyamorous because she didn’t want me to feel sad that she cared about her broccoli-haired boyfriend more than me, but enough about Phoenix. One day, I oughta make a page just for funny stories from my life. I know you guys would LOVE that...in fact, maybe I SHOULD make one of those...I love to type, and as much as you dear readers want me to just put it in my LTE, even Jenny had to split her LTE into easy-to-read sections, though she never finished them...hmph. Well, I WAS thinking about putting this on that page, but it ISN'T one of my life stories, so may I tell you guys about the rivalry between Stanley Kubrick and Arthur C. Clarke. I've been trying to read the 2001 Saga as of late (which i totally gotta try and keep reading tonight) and when the book and movie first came out in 1968, a valid form of criticism was "HAL sounds gay." This made Kubrick state to an interviewer "No you fucking dork HAL is a heterosexual" and this...did not sit well with Clarke, so he added a homosexual subplot to the book's subsequent sequels...or something...i gotta get to those man! Hey fellow reader, I hath returned. Yesterday was the Global Day of Unplugging, so I had to do quite the endurance test...and i broke it a few times. Thankfully, they allow you to do it at your own pace. I started at 9AM, giving me enough time to be set for the day. The first two hours were relatively simple, but then in science class I had to do an assignment on the computer (i had to end my work 20 minutes before class ended because I got real dizzy though.) During lunch, i met up with the boys' group near guidance and told them about their opposite gender counterparts. It seems i left this rant nfinished, so lemme finish it. After school, we tried going to Cody's, and in the meantime i cleaned my room and listened to a CD, but let me tell you those three hours were AGONY. The wait at Cody's? THAT was what made me open my phone and call it quits. But hey, I made it out in one piece! Anyways, i want to say more, but i'm getting an EEG. Maybe i'll think something up at the Leesburg Clinic. Kay kay, back from the EEG. Let me tell you, that was...an experience alright. An EEG is where they glue a bunch of wires to your head to detect when your brain is at rest. One problem: MY BRAIN IS NEVER AT REST. Our technician was thankfully SOMEWHAT more timely than the neurologist himself, and the upstairs rooms looked somewhat cozy: though they also made me feel like i was in that weird alien motel from 2001: A Space Odyssey. For my EEG I was in a room with a TV, a couch, a painting of some geishas, and an extreme sense of dread. I managed to do decently for a good chunk of the procedure (once i got a plushie to snuggle with and a blanket to rest with) but about 30 minutes in i started getting really agitated and started crying, which isn't good. i have to lie still, be quiet, pretend to sleep, y'know. I couldn't just fall asleep in the position the tech wanted me to, so i had to roll over about 20 minutes into the exam. Eventually, i got a lot calmer after she checked in on me, but when the test was over...OH MY GOD. She fucked up my hair so badly that I had to go home and get it washed by MY MOM. Not a single effort made to clean it up - i had to use the BATHROOM at the clinic, then dad lent me his baseball cap for a bit. Dad said i did good during the EEG, but once i get those results 3 weeks from now, i'll need time to think about it, but i did the best that a girl with ADHD can do...i think i only spoke twice every 15 minutes! Howdy, I'm back...Fuck my stupid life. Anyways, I just wanted to rant about a previous viewing of the Matrix Trilogy. Quick warning, DO NOT WATCH IT IF IT AIRS ON VH1. They somehow censored Neo flipping off the Agents but NOT THE ENTIRE BUGGING SCENE AND they had the WORST TIMED COMMERCIAL BREAKS EVER. I mean, middle of a fight scene, random ass commercial break, then when the commercial break's over THE FIGHT SCENE ENDS. Why not just wait for the fight scene to ACTUALLY end? Apologies for how short this rant is, just wanted to get this out there. Okay, I'm back a little earlier than I thought I was. And honestly? I'm PISSED. So, I was watching the Matrix Reloaded because i'm rewatching the Matrix trilogy (DUH!) and i have to swap between discs during the movie because the first disc stops working at the zion rave. Then the second disc stops working right after the Merovingian does that cussing fit. So, I go to look at the disc -- Oh my LORD, there were SO MANY SCRATCHES. Then I go to clean it up -- still not working. I do the toothpaste hack. Cool, but IT STILL DOESNT FUCKING WORK. Movie night ruined all because my discs didn't want to work. It sucks even more because I was REALLY looking forward to seeing Reloaded. Guess I just have to tune in to the next airing of it on TV and hope for the best...IF my recordings actually work AND still exist. I mean, the day I recorded them -- The station was 30 MINUTES LATE, so it totally threw off me AND the rest of the program. So much for sportsball...am i right or am I right? Anyways, I'm gonna go do SOMETHING to cheer me up. Probably go back to watching the Matrix Reloaded...because I won't be happy until I get my fix...grrrrrrrrr...Well, instead of getting my fix, I just edited the Flaming Chickens LTE doc i got...i must reread that gem at some point. But hey, I'm doing it now by turning it into a bite-sized (somewhat), neatly chaptered...zip bomb. Don't you just love accidentally making those? Before that weird chat update, I used to roleplay in Dandy's World a lot. Y'know, for that Research Fever story (which is STILL running) and during one chaotic roleplay that ended due to a chaotic godmodder AGAIN (again) (again) (again) I went to bed immediately after complaining to ALL my friends about it, and then I realized something...I WAS STILL RECORDING. It was the next day too, so i had a 10 hour long zipbomb of my desktop. Anyways, back to what I was saying. You see the table of contents up top? As I sort the LTE rants into chapters, I was numbering them and noticed that i think i progressed a lot faster than Jenny (take that!) Yet I STILL get outclassed by Jaiden (whom us LTEers sit around a campfire and tell stories about while he stares at us awkwardly) because I can date each LTE entry somewhat accurately. She started in November 2002, and I currently have like...more than 20 entries. It took her like...idk, 8 months to get to 20 entries (entry #19 was the matrix reloaded, which came out in may 2003 and what I was JUST complaining about my DVDs not working for) so I wonder, if I keep this up, how many LTE entries will I have by Junior year? Will I STILL be updating this? (God I hope so) and most of all: WILL I HAVE SURPASSED JENNY? Tune in next Eternity to find out! I should probably get back to that movie now, or else I won't get anything done...maybe. Well, guess who actually DID get something done? And guess what I did? No, I didn't finish Bobette_Carolynne's petapge. I DID finish the Star Trek TNG episode Deja Q though. It has to be one of my favorite episodes of the whole series! I felt all sorts of emotions and couldn't stop laughing. Let me share some funny quotes! And here comes our VERY FIRST paragraph breaks of this entire LTE. Wonder how many more of these I'm gonna need.
DATA: You have acheived in disgrace what I have always aspired to be.
Q: Oh, very clever Worf. Eat any good books lately?
Q:Your bedside manner's admirable, Doctor. I'm sure your patients recover quickly, just to get away from you!
Q: I'll have ten chocolate sundaes. (you know how autistic people like me sometimes hear stuff and end up repeating it a whole bunch of times to help ease themselves, focus, etc...yes, this is what im doing now. [NOTICE: Shade sincerely apologizes for writing this.])
Q: I'm not worried about that, Jean-Luc. You only dislike me. There are others in the cosmos who truly despise me
I totally gotta watch more Trek! But for now, I'm gonna go play some Dandy's World! Bassie calls me!