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That lovely time of the week...the Closet Competition!!
Posted Jun 8, 2004
It's that lovely time of the week, yet again. I think I'll start doing this every Wednesday when I have time.
There are people next door digging a well. It makes the most delightfully sloshy noises. My darling little brother is stowed at driver’s ed for six weeks, sing glory be hallelujah, and is out of the house suffering at Elberta. I’m looking exceptionally lovely today, for some odd reason, so I may leave the house. Dog handling class again tonight, and I got paid yesterday. YAY!
This week, our sponsor for Stacy’s Closet Competition is…er, the letter N and the theme is ‘night.’ Flying Betty was the winner of last week’s competition. All winners should record the number of wins they get just in case mine aren’t accurate. I give you three days to answer before the competition is closed. As usual, the prize for the winning question (and yes, you have to answer all of the others to qualify) is a week in my closet with three walks, three or four meals, a bath, and a few belly rubs a day. Apparently, the belly rubs are the best part.
Alrighty, then.
The deciding question: Why doesn’t Stacy like to sleep in a pitch-black room?
How many pillows do you sleep with?
Do you sleep with your blinds/curtains/drapes open? Why or why not?
Where is your favorite place to sleep, excepting, of course, the standard bed?
What is your most common dream?
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*spins*
Posted Jun 5, 2004
Had a rather long night, to put it mildly, and today is just glorious. Sherman had a mild seizure yesterday morning and then one at about...I don't know, about two hours before I went to bed. Just break throughs, but I hate having and witnessing seizures. I had to sedate my mother because she got rather hysterical, as usual. She did thank me for that this morning, strangely enough. It was her birthday and that was the longest sleep she'd had in awhile (20 hours.) Woke up at around three having that miraculous form of nightmare they call 'night terrors.' Luckily, no one woke up; I stopped screaming relatively soon. Today is my parents' anniversary and I'm not sure if I'm cooking or if they're going out. I wish they'd tell me before I finish eating this block of feta cheese. It's really good. I think goat cheese tastes better than cow cheese. WOOHOO!!! News for the WEEK: CAKE is coming out with a new album. It is called 'Pressure Chief' and the release date has not been announced. We've been waiting since 2001 for a new album, and I am thrilled. *groupiesqueal* I also have another reason to hate Amazon.com. I was looking to see the new Fastball album and they had John Mayor, Tal Bachman, and Everclear on the same page. Eeewww.....
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Latest reply: Jun 5, 2004
Bored out of my gourd.
Posted Jun 2, 2004
But at least I'm no longer stoned out of my gourd. I am not taking any more Demerol, but am taking something that can trigger asthma attacks. I think that's better than seizures and hallucinations. I can talk intelligbly, but I can only squeak if I want to laugh. This, I am told, only serves to make my chipmunk appearance more entertaining. I have no jawline and no cheekbones, which is kind of weird to look at, considering I have a pretty angular face. I look like someone took a baseball bat to my head, really. Even my tongue is bruised. I ate five tablespoons of egg salad and my mother still isn't happy. I have gotten a twenty minute lecture from her about how I'm not eating (duh, I can't), and I received another twenty minute lecture from my doctor about not eating. They want me fat at 115lbs., but I have dropped to 104lbs. I have been threatened with a hospital stay and intravenous fluids if I go even an ounce below 100lbs.
I have filled a plastic cup up with white glue and am waiting for it to dry a little before I add borax and play with it, so here are some musings of mine that you need to answer. Really, answer them.
Who is Pachelbel and why is he important? I'll keep whoever answers this correctly in my closet for a week. They will get three walks, three or four meals, a bath, and several belly rubs a day.
Why would you dry clean glue? The bottle says 'Caution: Do not dry clean.'
Would it be worth it to continue sewing up your 10-yr old favorite shirt, to you?
Given the chance, what double-reed instrument would you play? There aren't very many to choose from.
Have you ever watched all four Lethal Weapon movies in order without moving from the couch?
If you've hallucinated, what have you hallucinated about?
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Latest reply: Jun 2, 2004
Bah humbug.
Posted Jun 1, 2004
Seems as if yet another Monday has passed me by. You know what day comes after Monday, right? Yeah, it’s a day starting with a t. Days starting with ts are never good for me. Tomorrow I go and have my wisdom teeth excised. Sure, my mouth hurts like the dickens now, but having tissue removed is never pleasant. What makes it even worse is that I was only allowed to eat a light supper. I can’t eat anything until eight hours after being cut on, and I get really, really nasty when I’m hungry. Even better, they can’t put me on painkillers because I have bad reactions to all of that stuff. I don’t want them to anesthetize me, and the doctor and I have been arguing about that. I’m sorry, but after having my first oral surgery and being rushed to the hospital because the laughing gas induced an asthma attack, I feel that I have reason. I doubt I’ll be able to eat much for the next few days, so my body weight is going to plummet. That means that my mother will invariably schedule an appointment with my GP who will put me on yet another fat diet. I’m not feeling like a star patient.
On a lighter note, today I got Dee (the Cavalier bitch I’m working with who has never been on lead before) to walk for about twenty minutes on lead without heavy baiting or much stopping. I think she’s gotten the idea that I ignore her unless she decides to walk and walk nicely, at that. What tickled me to death is that she was enjoying it and was working without reinforcement. Royce (the Cavalier dog I’m working with who is an absolute wiggle worm) decided to stand still and free stack for about thirty seconds at least four times when I was working with him as well as let me look at his teeth twice with minimal struggle. I could care less about winning and could care less about the money when they decide to work for ME like that. They won’t do it for themselves and they won’t do it for food, because they’re more interested in pleasing me. I don’t own them, I don’t pay for them, and, yet, they still work for ME. I think it says something exceptional about the nature of animals.
Nothing particularly interesting has happened recently. My father ruined my favorite spatula and burned bologna all over my favorite frying pan. Come on, who eats bologna and who would dream of frying it? The smell is absolutely vile. I’m trying to figure out why a collection of spoons has suddenly manifested itself on my desk. They all appear to be clean and of all different sizes, but I cannot figure out how they got there. I counted and there are thirteen: 2 long teaspoons, 4 regular spoons, 1 soup spoon, 3 tablespoons, 1 sauce spoon, one ¼ teaspoon, and one ½ tablespoon. What really confuses me is that all of the spoons are in different areas of the kitchen and all ended up on my desk in different locations. I’m probably going absolutely mad. I did get three bottles of glue Friday, however, and that makes me very happy. I’m going to make two more APUSH collages cut from an APUSH text book…
I also need to do something with all of these flower pictures I have. Then I’ll need to make frames for them and I hate using the miter saw. I’m currently trying to convince my mother to buy me a sandblaster because I don’t want to pay $1100 for it…go figure, right? * shakeshead* What is the world coming to when a mother won’t even buy her daughter a sandblaster? Probably the same state that the world is coming to when that same daughter manages to convince her younger brother that three seersucker, summer shirts are really ugly so that she can wear them. Hey! They’re nice shirts and look a heck of a lot better on me… besides, they were getting too small for him. Who cares if they button up the wrong side?
Oh, just as a suggestion to fellow 1984 lovers, read The Gulag Archipelago by Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn. It’s incredible.
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Latest reply: Jun 1, 2004
Woops, kinda forgot something...
Posted May 29, 2004
Yep, Monday was my one year anniversary of being on this lovely site they call Hootoo. Interesting thought that is.
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Latest reply: May 29, 2004
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