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April 15, 2002
4/15/02
I went to marine world this weekend! kitties! roller coasters! whooooosh! bangy bangy! nuala sat in the chair of the one that got thrown up on! brilliant! so glad i didn't sit there...
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April 12, 2002
4/12/02
hooo-boy! so today nuala and i were walking back from lunch and who were we walking behind? a guy that i wrote about once in this very diary! of course it's been erased now. but it was the day we had the meeting outside and i was obsessed with donuts and uterus donuts and sex. yes. and this was the guy that had the pierced eyebrow and the dreadlocks. and was hot. and whoo...there he was in front of us shaking his booty in those sexy overalls. dirty sexy. sigh. i bet he's married. bitch.
soo whoa whoa whoa. mmm bop! doo wop!
i saw so many movies this week and will now give a run down of them.
resident evil - milla johovich (sp?) = hot
sorority boys - bald head = hot
van wilder - van wilder = hot
y tu mama tambien - mexican boys on a road trip = hot
i think you see what i look for in a movie here.
well....today's friday which is a beautiful thing. and i'm going to marine world this weekend to ride all the cool ass bitchin rides of fun and super sweetness. oh yes. so basically everythign is all right with the world. and i am one happy camper. who might even be camping soon. at the coachella festival which we are all going to. well most all of us down here. except for some loonies who have valid issues with not going (camping, money, large crowds having fun). who's excited? i'm excited! yeah! it's tricky to the rock around to the rock around to the roack around it's tricky. yeah yeah it's tricky!
and i'm audi.
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April 04, 2002
4/4/02
oh god so i totally forgot to mention my failed marriage in that last entry. and it was such a big deal to me too. getting married. dewy eyed bride and all that. oh man. jilted at the alter i tell you. jilted, yo.
the thing is see, jason and i decided to get married. and i was like, yes finally! he is taking me seriously and i'm going to be supported to the end of my days and we'll be so soooo happy together and have dozens of little jasons with the curly mop of hair running around the floor. and we had it all planned out and he got me one those ringpop rings for an engagement ring and i ate it (which i guess should have told me straight off that our marriage would never last.) and then on saturday, the day of out fated marriage. there i was walking down the runway towards a gleaming white elvis in that sparkly spandex costume. (he did the little jutting dance and everything) i was excitemed over everything, the swelling music of blue suede shoes, the cobwebbed wedding deocrations hanging from the ceiling, the plastic wine glasses set out to hold the celebratory champagne, my bridesmaids marina and kim and this chick we picked up off the street who was actually shooting up at my wedding, and a HUGE EMPTY SPACE WHERE MY HUSBAND TO BE SHOULD HAVE BEEN. he had blown the coop, up and vanished, got the hell out of dodge, and blew my heart up for a popsicle stand. i was heart-broken. jilted at the alter. me. fer fuck's sake.
later he tried to give me some lame ass excuse about how he was worried our taxes would be affected. and i was like, "jason. man. we were going to get divorced tomorrow anyway. it wouldn't have affected shit. except all of my future happiness in this world. where i could say with pride, 'yes, that's my ex.'" hmmm perhaps i should really be happy that my first wedding was such a disaster. i mean...did i REALLY want to marry jason? other than humor value, our one-day wedded bliss really had nothing going for it. well whatever. hopefully my next experience with the alter will be a better one. one where the groom actually shows. and there's no skid-marked skank, or elvis, or.....gay grooms.
kisses exxie. kisses.
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April 02, 2002
thesis/school info
book lists
essay on conduct/fantasy 19th century books
the lion and the unicorn journal
guide to criticism
book reviews by kids
children's book awards
In the western world, the second half of the 20th Century was a period of turbulent change. Old certainties broke down as the bulwarks of religion and family life weakened. Children's literature, like every other genre, began to reflect these changes. The fiction for older children, especially what was written for the young adult, began to move away from the secure world of tradition. A teenage culture was becoming visible, a rejection of adult values side by side with the adoption of the instant gratification mantra. Even in the early 1960s, there was a change in the relationship between generations and reaction against received values.
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4/2 - 4/3
ho ho ho ho!!
VEGAS, BABY. VEGAS.
man oh man. but that city was seriously fun i swear. soooo just to do a big update on what my weekend was like:
friday: jason and i had donuts! that's right! donuts! and then we drove all the way to vegas. and then my car broke. in primm of all places. so primm they didn't even have car mechanics. how fucked up is that? casinos yes. useful men with tools no. but whatever the car made it to vegas and even got fixed and was free and no problem. by chad. a mechanic with a cute smile and who was nice to me. no woody. with the 3 yr old kid. and in vegas, so not very useful for my car maintanence needs and also i didn't have a lollipop with which to show him my sucking prowess.....but that was saturday and i'm getting ahead of myself. friday night....hotel room. giant pyramid. huge shower. awesome cool. and then......BEN FOLDS AND A PIANO BABY. in VEGAS BABY. i don't think i could have been more excited if i tried. i love that man so much. so fucking much. ah fuck. i am drooling at the thought of him. and he even played my fucking favoritest song off U.B.of R.M. about the redneck but not the 2nd redneck one. the first one. oh man. love it. sang along. it was so beautiful. he had us all doing three part harmonies and shit. and he was so proud of us! so proud. mazel tov, future mogul. if only i'd had that damn camera with me. could have been all sneaky in. and then i was like 5 feet from him. sigh.
hmmm well anyway and then we went and got marina at the airport. MARINA! at the VEGAS BABY airport. oh man. i was pretty damn excited then too. :)
ummm....and then i had onion rings. and i think i really need to stop listing all my activities. cause was that last one really necessary? i think now. condensed version now.
saturday-sightseeing, bellagio champagne brunch buffet. fucking shit so many desserts.
chad. (see friday) it might've been the chad.
folies bergere, the worst titty show ever. fuck your class vegas! give us the titties! grrrr....
huge ass margarita.
marina pierced her bellybutton!! hee hee hee!!! yes! i am the devil. and i pierced my ear. cause they didn't have any barbells and i couldn't do my eyebrow. so sad.
and of course we did some wacky things to our hair which you really have to see mine to believe it. i swear i'll try to scan in a photo and put it on here. i could have a whole vegas baby photo page. or something.
well anyway and then sunday there was some major sleeping in and sunning and ear and bellybutton pain and more food and another huge ass margarita and more walking and no tigers and water shows and the electric slide and more drinking and crazy boys dancing and more sleeping.
and then i drove NINE HOURS back home. and played chicken with semis and was unbelievably dangerous and stupid. and bored. and super super bored. and then some more bored. road trips are less fun when you're the only one on them i have to say. a sad lesson i have now learned.
back at work now. with the ass sucking. oh man. some major ass sucking. cause it's so cold and it was so hot in vegas. sigh. and there's work to do. and i'm not doing it. and i want to read more stupid YA novels. and jacob thinks based on my porn that i need to write porn YA novels. and i say whoo....interesting theory. and then i say goddamm dirty 15 year olds. with their fast cars and their cunning lingus. ah they don't even have cars. cause they can't even fucking drive. dumb-ass kids.
it's too early in the morning for me to be coherant. i need to go eat some chocolate.
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