Friday, June 30, 2006

special bonus- stalker edition

The following is about 20 minutes worth of typing whatever came into my head. It's part 2 of a blog I posted on my Myspace blog. I've been posting over there too much in the past couple of days, so I thought that I would add the rest over here.

It's that time of night. "what do you want for dinner?" "I don't know. What do you feel like?" "I am so hungry, I could eat anything." "Okay. What don't you like?" "I don't know. What do you feel like?"

I could eat cheese and crackers and be happy. Discount anime, free ringtones. Free Alien vs Predator.

I used lotion on my arms. "Sea" flavored. scented. I didn't taste it. It doesn't smell like the beach. Maybe the middle of the sea. The middle of the sea if you threw a bunch of perfumed grannies in there. "Fresh New Cruise Disaster Scent"

I've got 119 points in the My Coke Rewards deal. I need 200 points for a $25 gift certificate to the Adidas Store. Brandi needs a new pair of shoes! It's too bad I've lost my dice. Is that a term for losing your mind? Maybe I am thinking "lost my marbles."

Wow, my arms are smooth. um... yeah. I actually think that in my head.

"ummm"

Like I am trying to keep myself interested in my own thoughts and I don't want to be distracted. By other thoughts. It's 6:22 on a Friday night. Tonight I am going to party like there's no tomorrow. woo yeah!

I actually think that sometimes. "wooo" it's usually followed with an imaginary girls gone wild moment. I just read up a little. "I actually think that in my head." What's that supposed to mean? I saw a thing on Maury or Sally or Donahue back a long time ago about this girl who has a transplanted organ from a young man who died. Suddenly, after living for years as a vegetarian, she always had a hankerin' for chicken mcnuggets. I think she also bought a leather jacket. It turns out she got her kidney from a biker who loved McDonald's.

So maybe you store memories in other bits of your body. Or maybe your kidneys store up dipping sauce and release it to your brain throughout your life. That's just dumb. But that's what came out of my head. Or my gall bladder.

We're going with cheesy baked pasta. That sounds cool to me. I don't hate pasta.

I am writing the draft of this in my gmail, just like the last one. I sure do have a lot of labels in this thing! I like to keep things organized, and this is the perfect email provider for that type of thing. I can't go on enough about how much I love gmail.

I wouldn't, like, marry it or anything.

I think it's about time to spell check this one and post it up.

Thanks for reading!

Friday, June 23, 2006

hmmmmmmmmm

The Movie Of Your Life Is A Black Comedy

In your life, things are so twisted that you just have to laugh.
You may end up insane, but you'll have fun on the way to the asylum.

Your best movie matches: Being John Malkovich, The Royal Tenenbaums, American Psycho


This is so true! OMG! My life so far has been exactly like American Psycho! Just yesterday, I cut up two bo...

whoops! Forget I wrote that.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

another one of these things

I'll write something over here one of these days... but for now, here's another quiz!

You Are 4% Gross

You're not gross, but you tend to think everyone else is. And you're right... they are!
Some people may think you're a neat freak, but at least you'll never die of flesh eating bacteria.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

i had to guess at some of the answers on these

I can't be sure these are accurate. I don't know which NASCAR driver I hate the most.
I also answered "Yeah, I don't need a girlfriend right now" to the question about being single.

Take the quiz:
What Nascar Driver are you?

Jeff Gordon
CONGRATULATIONS!!! Way to go...You are Jeff Gordon you are my favorite driver in the Nextel Cup and you drive the Du Pont Chevrolet!! You are the three time, Daytona 500 Champion and have been consistant you have accomplished alot in your career and you still have along way to go, you are calm, talented and of course your passion is winning and you are considered to be one of the top contenders in the nextel cup.

Quizzes by myYearbook.com -- the World's Biggest Yearbook!


With this one, I don't think I've ever heard 4 of the five options for the question asking me about my favorite song to dance to at the club.

Take the quiz:
what celebrity bootay do you have? (girls only)

J-Lo
Youre booty has a continent of its own and gets you lots of attention.

Quizzes by myYearbook.com -- the World's Biggest Yearbook!

Friday, June 16, 2006

shhhhhhhh!

Let's just type for a bit and see what comes out. Probably a to do list. I need to wash the dishes. But you know how it is... there are some days when simple household chores turn into a juggling act.

I had a sandwich for lunch that I named the "Why, yes, I am single. How did you know?" sandwich. Besides a lot of lettuce, it featured onions, tuna, and Jack Daniels mustard.

This is probably something I shouldn't share with the world, is it? Maybe I should put it in the blog on my website. So... yeah... nobody is reading this. It's just you and me.

What are you wearing?

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

more of this stuff

You Are 53% American

Most times you are proud to be an American.
Though sometimes the good ole US of A makes you cringe
Still, you know there's no place better suited to be your home.
You love your freedom and no one's going to take it away from you!


You Are Bert

Extremely serious and a little eccentric, people find you loveable - even if you don't love them!

You are usually feeling: Logical - you rarely let your emotions rule you

You are famous for: Being smart, a total neat freak, and maybe just a little evil

How you life your life: With passion, even if your odd passions (like bottle caps and pigeons) are baffling to others


You Are Dr. Bunsen Honeydew

You take the title "mad scientist" to the extreme -with very scary things coming out of your lab.
And you've invented some pretty cool things, from a banana sharpener to a robot politician.
But while you're busy turning gold into cottage cheese, you need to watch out for poor little Beaker!
"Oh, that's very naughty, Beaker! Now you eat these paper clips this minute."


On Average, You Would Sell Out For

$1,052,275


Orange County

You're rich, pretty, and living a charmed life. (Or you seriously wish you were.)
From Disneyland to Laguna Beach, you're all about living the California dream life.
Just make sure to marry rich - so you don't have to work for it!


That's where I am from!

You Are 20% Selfish

In other words, you're a warm, caring considerate person.
Just make sure to get your way sometimes. There's a fine line between unselfish and pushover.


You Are Likely a Second Born

At your darkest moments, you feel inadequate.
At work and school. you do best when you're evaluating.
When you love someone, you offer them constructive criticism.

In friendship, you tend to give a lot of feedback - positive and negative.
Your ideal careers are: accounting, banking, art, carpentry, decorating, teaching, and writing novels.
You will leave your mark on the world with art and creative projects.


You Are Wolverine

Small but fierce, you're a great fighter.
Watch out! You are often you're own greatest enemy.

Powers: Adamantium claws, keen senses, the ability to heal quickly


Why am I Wolverine? I have no idea. I've never even watched the movies. I watched a two part episode of the cartoon once... there was a cartoon, right?

Saturday, June 03, 2006

further brain analysis

When cartoon characters need to make decisions, they have an angel and a devil that sit on their shoulders. I feel I have that same deal. Except angel Brandi has a team that includes a level headed psychologist, an ancient philosopher, a strong, independent woman, and a talking doormat. On my right, the devil only has one person backing her up- a freaky little gnome that shouts out random hexes and obscenities.

Friday, June 02, 2006

please hold

For the past few days I have been getting all sorts of phone calls that are from a machine saying, "Please hold for the next available operator..." and I hang up.

I should wait, though. I know that the call is not for me, and so I would have to take a message. I've got it planned in my head. I'll say, "hold on... I need to find a pen." and have the operator wait a really long time.

I am way too chicken. I just hang up.