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Tuesday, September 26th, 2006

(11 Slaps isn't enough! | Well slap my ass and call me Charlie!)

Subject:Buy my stuff!
Time:6:04 pm.



Seriously, buy stuff. Tell your friends. There's not much up now, because the slower I post it, the more facetime I get on the front page, but there's more stuff on the way (and even more that I haven't photographed yet.)

Also feel free to come up with banner ideas for me, or make banners, or whatever. C'mon kids, fun fun fun!

Wednesday, May 24th, 2006

(Well slap my ass and call me Charlie!)

Time:2:02 pm.
The internet was made to be an "information superhighway." But the problem is... sometimes I think we're happier when we don't have all sorts of shit flying at us. People are giving me information that is probably incorrect and that I don't care about, and I am doing the same to them. And why? Because we're bored? Probably. The internet has become the world's biggest vessel for "too-much-information". This appeals to nosy people like me who like to learn the details of lives of people they hardly know, when it doesn't affect them in the least. But I think it might slowly be driving me crazy.

So, since my computer is broken anyway, I am going on an inter-diet. I'm going to take all the communities and people I don't know and talk to in real life off of my friends list, and use the internet only for things like looking up maps and other super useful stuff like that. I'll still check my email but I'm only reading it if it contains content from a real live person who I know and enjoy. I may even get on aim occasionally to find real people to hang out with. But I'm not reading any more stupid crap or wasting time in knitting communities or indiefucks or arguing with a bunch of strangers out of sheer boredom.

I'll probably add everyone back later, and I'll stay a member in the communities, I'm just tired of getting caught up in things I don't really care about just because I'm bored.

There's tv for that.


(To clarify: I'm taking off anyone who I haven't met in real life, seen fairly recently, AND hope/intend to see again in the relatively near future. It doesn't mean I don't think you're swell. If you weren't swell I never would've had you on there. And as long as you keep me listed, I will be able to easily find and re-friend-ize you when I'm done detoxing from all my nosiness.)


Oh, and I'm still allowed to read webcomics. Yes. Fuck you. I make the rules.

Sunday, May 15th, 2005

(25 Slaps isn't enough! | Well slap my ass and call me Charlie!)

Time:8:45 pm.
Rory has no sense of humor and my webspace doesn't work and I'm out of gatorade.

Saturday, May 7th, 2005

(11 Slaps isn't enough! | Well slap my ass and call me Charlie!)

Subject:read this- you may find it strangely familiar (reedies especially)
Time:4:06 pm.
first off, let me get this out of the way. i buy stupid books. i KNOW that. and this is from my new stupid "idiosyncrology" book (the art of putting people in catagories and giving the catagories stupid names.)
this is a little blurb near the end. i thought it was amusingly accurate. (though as soon as you catagorize these sorts of people, they will reject the definition...which is sorta the idea. hehh.)

Fauxhemians, Postereors, and IndieLectuals

As defined by Idiosyncrological guidebook The Hipster Handbook, Hipsters are people who possess "tastes, social attitudes, and opinions deemed cool by the cool." However, Hipsters have largely begun to feel uncomfortable in their own skins, given the increased media attention to their demographic. Many Hipsters feel that their irony-laden aesthetic has been capitalized upon by Urban Outfitters and MTV....All in all, most Hipsters feel a bit exposed and vunerable these days. Given the growing amount of Hipster backlash, a new breed of Hipster known as the Postereor (short for Post Stereotype) has begun to emerge. Postereors all dress like Hipsters, listen to indie music, smoke Parliaments, join kitschy cover bands, and complain that Ugg boots are totally over. But when asked whether or notn they're Hipsters, Posterors become bellierent and inform you that they most certainly are not. Postereors also says things like "Care Bear T-Shirts are hot" but are sure to follow this up with a pointed "and I'm not being kitschy" to distinguish themselves from Hipsters.

IndieLectuals are never fond of being called Hipsters either. They believe that Hipsters are spoiled trendy brats, whereas they're individuals who are blessed with exquisite taste. Unlike fashion-obsessed Postereors, IndieLectuals throw out 90 percent of their overtly trendy attire (CHIPs sunglasses, seventies-style ski vests) to distance themselves from Hipster culture. Nevertheless, they maintain a touch of Hipster flair by holding onto their Chuck Taylors or by choosing a disheveled hairstyle. This ensure that they won't be confused with your average square or working stuff should they step into a franchise restaurant by mistake. Like Hipsters, IndieLectuals possess ironic senses of humor and have a natural aversion to Tom Hanks. They are flush with knowledge on everything indie and can discern if something has become passe weeks before anyone else. Nevertheless, IndiLectuals insist they're neither hip nor trendy. "The scene" has gotten really lame these days, they attest. So who has the time to bother?




haha. yeah i think i'm probably the second one. i'll admit it.

Friday, March 4th, 2005

(23 Slaps isn't enough! | Well slap my ass and call me Charlie!)

Time:9:32 pm.
there's no reason for me not to do this and plenty of reason for me to...so from now on, this journal is friends only. if you're not on my friends list but would like to be, please comment here, chances are i'll add you.

(Well slap my ass and call me Charlie!)

Time:1:14 pm.
Claim Your Old British Man by jgurlpunkrck
Your Name
Your Age
Your Old British Man
You met...through NAMBLA
The relationship ended...when he left you for his ex, but came back
Quiz created with MemeGen!




ahhh that's right. sweet sweet alan rickman.

(2 Slaps isn't enough! | Well slap my ass and call me Charlie!)

Time:1:13 pm.

(2 Slaps isn't enough! | Well slap my ass and call me Charlie!)

Time:12:01 am.
http://articles.health.msn.com/id/100100952?GT1=6203


awesome

Wednesday, March 2nd, 2005

(2 Slaps isn't enough! | Well slap my ass and call me Charlie!)

Time:11:16 pm.


This is what my sister dates.

(4 Slaps isn't enough! | Well slap my ass and call me Charlie!)

Time:10:23 pm.
I'd like everyone to know that Stevo's in the bathroom, pouring hydrogen peroxide on himself and yelling "Burn, baby, burn...DISCO INFERNO!"

(1 Slap isn't enough! | Well slap my ass and call me Charlie!)

Time:10:27 am.

Tuesday, March 1st, 2005

(Well slap my ass and call me Charlie!)

Time:10:02 pm.
http://nataliedee.com/030205/turtleturtle.jpg


hahaha, i love it. i think we're connected on some psychic level...earlier today i kept saying "turtle turtle turtle turtle"...

(Well slap my ass and call me Charlie!)

Time:2:59 pm.
http://www.btinternet.com/%7Ebrmerc/monroe/mm10.JPG

i like these. they're like...marilyn monroe as a normal girl on a beach.

(2 Slaps isn't enough! | Well slap my ass and call me Charlie!)

Subject:huh. terminal psychosis
Time:12:43 am.
so i'm reading fear & loathing in las vegas.

"Right. Challenge the bastards on their own turf. Come screeching up to the crosswalk, bucking and skidding with a bottle of rum in one hand and jamming the horn to drown out the music... glazed eyes insanely dilated behind tiny black, gold-rimmed greaser shades, screaming gibberish... a genuinely dangerous drunk, reeking of ether and terminal psychosis."
-The "main character", describing himself challenging people to a drag race

A little creepy, eh? Poor Hunter.

Monday, February 28th, 2005

(2 Slaps isn't enough! | Well slap my ass and call me Charlie!)

Time:8:04 pm.
has anyone ever considered how much it would hurt if a cat actually did "get" your tounge?

(1 Slap isn't enough! | Well slap my ass and call me Charlie!)

Time:10:02 am.

Friday, February 25th, 2005

(4 Slaps isn't enough! | Well slap my ass and call me Charlie!)

Time:10:28 am.





i just had the worst dream ever. it took like, 20 minutes. basically there was a map and islands and something like a game that i was playing but i was in it and it was more just like exploring. so there were these rats with too many eyes that were my friend's pets....they somehow sorta changed into girls and one fell and no one else helped her so i did and i took her to the doctor's to get washed up and get a bandaid. we crossed a busy road and someone yelled at us and to prove a point, several cars veered off the road and tried to hit us. so i took her inside and gave her over to some nurse. anyway, in the course of being in the office and talking to some big honcho guy i figured out that probably she was going to be hurt eventually, and i also saw a picture of me and stevo and gm and lindsay and a few other people in the crosshairs of a rifle...as in, someone had aimed a rifle at us, and taken a picture of the crosshairs. so i thought that some other people, and maybe us since we'd been around, were going to be killed...and something about gm having to take over this crazy corrupt situation. so i came outside and it was apparently renn fayre...there were these beautiful rainbow shooting star fireworks that i could see from the main part of campus (the party part was on my half, cross canyon) and everything was lit up like crazy. so i'm in tears and terrified, so i go to find my friends and i find them, lindsay and gm and stevo and some other chick who he's making out with, in a hot tub, and i throw my papers (the ones with evidence about how all this horrible shits gonnna happen) into the water and scream "ALREADY??? NOW????" and am generally unhappy. steve says something like "uh, shit." i proceed to formulate ways in which i can kick himi in the face with steel toed boots, and how hard it would be to do that without him hurting me back. then i woke up.

i hate dreams that make you feel less rested.

Wednesday, February 23rd, 2005

(Well slap my ass and call me Charlie!)

Subject:pretty much my AP reading list....
Time:8:17 pm.
slightly annoyingCollapse )

ah, i'm not very pretentious or learned.
the funny part is that i read most of those FOR school. who would ban julie of the wolves? thats stupid.

(1 Slap isn't enough! | Well slap my ass and call me Charlie!)

Time:4:36 pm.

Tuesday, February 22nd, 2005

(Well slap my ass and call me Charlie!)

Subject:awesome
Time:10:02 pm.
http://nataliedee.com/022305/your-mom.jpg

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