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good lord. i am so shitty at updating this. but at least i admit my faults. wholeheartedly. hoo boy.

so this last weekend i went to San Diego. ah SD. fascinating land. i got lost SO MANY TIMES. it got kind of absurd. any faith in my directional abilities erica lost about 5 minutes after we arrived and promptly drove down the same street back and forth like 3 times before giving in and calling jenny for directions. well whatever. so i suck.

we went to the wild animal park. whoo! so much fun. big and sprawly and sleeping big kitties in the shade and so many babies. everywhere babies. monkeys and emus and antelopes. and a boy with the worst fake accent from escondido ever. brill i tell you. i floss my teeth with it, it’s so shiny. mint penny! mmmmmmmm……

and we met up with my brother, anthony, jeremy, and jeff and some boy named gub. ver odd name that. though no jigger. at joe’s crab shack no less. where jeff got a shirt which said, “my honors student got crabs.” proudly emblazoned on his back now. and they were all drunk and fun and silly and then we left them to go see sarah g and her new boyfriend who couldn’t be any fucking cuter if they tried. oh sweet jesus. hmm i gave her this webpage perhaps she will come and read it one of these days. and know how much in love with how much in love she is we are. ah poor grammar. i had a drink with blue cur-rac-a-rorooorwwwwoowowoow. tasty. and i am now a firm devotee of flautas. a thing which i had never had before. and which really weren’t even mine. so hey thanks jenny. 🙂 and lastly on friday night erica and i went to chris’ house and partied with my bro and peeps. which was equally fun except for the skank which is angela and how she was trying to have sex with all my boys. bitch. back down! i could’ve pushed her over the second floor balcony i suppose.

sunday was beach day. there’s always one in SD. and i did all my purple hair in little braids and people watched and and read “showdown at the bar none or ranch or whatever it is.” from that nickelodeon show “hey dude.” ha! i used to watch that. memory lane, man. memory lane. strolling. whistling. kicking and screaming perhaps.

now back at work i pity myself. and semi look forward to the trip this weekend in which i am going to seattle for the memorial ashes scattering event.

well popples. i better get back to working. before i get in trouble AGAIN.

p.s. go see �Jerry�

p.p.s. all right! He’s working! Go see him..if you dareeee.. (suck my cock.)

p.p.p.s. totally not working. bah. lame.

I just finally managed to get this working. I cannot even tell you how happy I am just now. And of course obviously most of it is thanks to Jacob who was like, �This, type in your name there. Ok press enter.� And then it was all done and it was so much easier than I thought it would be and whoopee is basically what I am saying here. And now I will just have to work on continuing to update it. Smile. Something which I�m sure will be soooooo (sarcastically) difficult. Although with the new work mandates against typing too much (shit that email is still pissing me off. Stupid anal bosses. Whatever.) Ok anyway I don�t really have time to be typing right now cause Gene is supposed to be calling and I want to go to bed soon cause whoo boy am I ever sleepy. So maybe tomorrow I will upload some more. Nighty night.

Misc Dates which I don�t remember now. 😉

Yey look at me actually making an attempt to put together this web page. Unfort. I still don�t know how to upload it to the Internet but I�m working on it. Oh yes. Yes I am.

I came so close just there! I almost had it! Goddamm bastard of a web page! Shit monkeys!

Man, I wish I had a butterfinger just about now. Now would be a pretty fucking sweet time for a butterfinger. Nuts to me though obviously. Cause there is no butterfinger in sight. And the piddling little 12 cents clinking around in my big ass wallet is not going to get me very far. Nope, not very far at all.

So I�m reading this book that Jason loaned me from a writer in his support group. (yes, the man needs support. And lots of it. Where�s the love people? Say, ���HIIIII JA-SON.� Ahhhh jokes at the expense of recovering alcoholics. It�s not very humane of me I must say.) So this book, The Fire Queen, good god is it ever hideously bad. And though she claims it is no romance novel it is seriously a romance novel. Any book that can incorporate a flame haired maiden who can ambidextrously use both hands to fling spears into people�s necks and a clan king of Ireland with few friends, lots of enemies (including his jealous uncle), and an anger-management problem�has got to be a romance novel. If you see what I�m saying. Throw in a bit of light rape and heavy gore, blood, and violence. And I think this woman has covered all her bases. Not in a particularly pleasant manner, mind you. But covered all the same.

Speaking of bases. We need more people to come and play baseball with us. If you�re reading this and you live in the bay area you should come! Suspicious frown. Unless I don�t know you. In which case 1)don�t come. And 2) stop reading this. I don�t know you and it logically follows that therefore I do not like you. Nuts to you now, I think. Nuts to you.

And speaking of nuts. Watch out for them on Panther beach. Especially the ones that look as if they have elephantitus and are grossly sunburned and actually bigger than the man�s penis. The little itty bitty penis under the big fat paunch that haunted us wherever we went on the beach. Blech. Remind me again why I would ever want to have one of those touch me. Ah never mind�.I can imagine it all by myself.

And now that I have covered all my own bases, including home, I do believe it�s time to say adieu for now. 😛

Well here it is, the day to end all days. WEDNESDAY. So you might be thinking, what�s the big deal with Wednesday? It�s not that exciting. And that�s where you would be wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. Oh so wrong. Today is the bestest day. The day when I get to see Star Wars at a midnite sneak preview. Hell yeah! Oh shit I am so excited. It�s difficult to contain, soon I will probably be piddling like a puppy in the throes of meeting someone for the first time. Ah what a lovely image. Michele squatting and peeing on the sidewalk while trying at the same to wag her tail somewhat frantically.

Nuala has the soundtrack to Moulin Rouge which was playing in the car this morning. Which 1)makes me want the soundtrack myself and 2)makes me want to see Moulin Rouge again. It�s been a long ass time since I saw that movie. Good stuff is that Ewan Mcgregor. As to myself I am currently listening to the Hedwig soundtrack. Which is pretty fucking sweet in it�s own right. �The Origin of Love� for example is an awesome song.

I went to Sam�s Club yesterday. Big mistake. Spent entirely too much money. Bought absurd amounts of things which is the only thing you can do there. Sigh. Oh which one thing was a WHOLE BOX of butterfingers. Nuts to me no longer. Fat ass to me sure, sure, but no more nuts. Well�weird peanut stuff that�s inside of butterfingers. But nothing I can�t handle.

Expect the unexpected. Cause nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition. And tomorrow I will bring a Star Wars review to you. Clones, attack! Good boy.

Hoo boy. Those attacking clones are one fun barrel of monkeys. Go to �ooishi� to read my review of it.

Well here it is Friday. Beautiful sunny glorious Friday and soon it will be time to go home and enjoy my weekend. Soon. If it ever even gets beyond 10am. It seems like I�ve been here for like 4 hours now and it�s only fucking 9:30. This is very depressing. I am not at all pleased just so we�re all clear. And no one is writing me email which also is with the bugging cause there is absolutely no reason for me to be straining myself working, since there is no boss here or ho beast and even I am sitting over in Purchasing for a while cause they are all at a meeting and I am therefore guarding against people coming to ask questions. But nobody is coming. Hence, making my job pointless. Consequently making me feel pointless. Perhaps I should sharpen some points on myself. I could go find a pencil sharpener�..

No word from the physics people yet. Maybe I WILL move to San Diego.

Perhaps I should go play java noid. Or my new fave rave: bounce out. Ah shitty shitty computer games that are free to play and free to get you fired for the playing of.

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…

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.

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.

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.

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.