Purr!

aaaaaaaah

2007-12-11T23:29:11Z

sorry to be grossing you out guys, but there is nothing like the happiness you get after needing to pee, then peeing.
woohooo!

needing to pee

2007-12-11T23:26:54Z

i need to pee, but i don't want to leave my seat in case while i'm in the bathroom my mom comes back from fetching lydia from school, i won't see she's back to close down the internet window so it looks like i've been doing my shell project write-up instead of surfing the net for an hour.
no!
no i will just post this and then go and return to post more if she hasn't come back by then, nothing is worth this niggling discomfort.
i swear, i would cave under torture so fast.

[in secret underground bunker]
*drinks tea*
*forced into designer wedding dress*

[15 minutes later]
"NO! NOT IN THIS RIDICULOUSLY EXPENSIVE WEDDING DRESS! DON'T MAKE ME! AAAARRRGHHHTHE MONEY'S IN THE WALL, BEHIND THAT PICTURE OF A DUCK!"

the heat. spelt d-e-a-t-h

2007-09-04T01:06:04Z

wow it's hot. i'm such a whiner but COME ON
it's not like i'm all "WHA THIS IS DEATH VALLEY AND I DID NOT WANT IT TO BE HOT OMGWTFJKSDFKJSBV"
this is sb
temperate climate stylez.
so you may remember my grandma
featured in the wierdest day of my life post

welllllll
she's back for round two and didn't fall down, but did SLICE HER ARM OPEN on the edge of the car door, which -- to my knowledge -- is not made of open corrugated tin. it is smooth metal that has a casing of rubber around almost all of it. it doesn't even bruise you.
we were getting into the car (me into the boot of the hatchback because eleanor home + grandma viztin' = 6 of us into 5 seater) about to go out to eat at Cava in the lower village of Montecito, and she goes "oh no, look what i've done!" in her warbly, chipper voice, and i couldn't see but i assumed she'd dropped her handbag or something, but the air in the car turned to the consistency of custard and when i looked up, eleanor had blanched completely.
Mum was trying so hard not to say "OH MY GOD" so she went "oh my...mummy" and i looked up to see that she had sliced her arm levelly, meaning there was a good square inch flap of skin sitting neatly where it should have been, only it was 3/4 of the way surrounded by very dark blood. luckily she is a grandma (and was a top surgeon and doctor), and therefore had a hanky to press on it and apply pressure until we found a rite-aid to get a dressing from.
she is so stubborn, however, that she refused to "make a fuss" about it, and so therefore demanded she didn't recieve any special treatment, such as having one of us push her chair in at the restaurant so the (terrible) waiter didn't slam into her repeatedly as he rushed to serve a very wealthy family seated behind us. Also, when we picked up dad from the corner (i will explain this later on) she was sitting in the front, and kept slyly undoing her seatbelt in an attempt to switch seats, as she "didn't deserve all that legroom, Mark is so much taller!" and we would have to literally fasten it for her and plead her not to try and remedy the situation.

isn't it funny how people are often the most fuss when they are trying not to be?
that sentence seems to sum up her visit.
eleanor was crying out of shock when grandma sliced her arm open, but i was feeling terrible about it, because it felt like I had caused it. I've been wishing her to go home since 2 days after her arrival, because we've had a year full of guests and she arrived at the worst time and requires the most care, and her attitude to our lifestyles is so often reproachful that I have really begrudged her stay.
But i do love her.
and I feel terrible begrudging her anything.
However, she did think donald rumsfeld was a "cutie".
make of that what you will.

ps. we picked up my dad on the corner to save ourselves the embarassment of a second car trip with me publicly in the trunk. see, I wanted to get out on the sly when we'd parked, but apparently the valet service is not optional so i popped up from where I'd been lying down amidst sand and tj's bags, only to appear face-to-face with the valet - one of last year's seniors, who I had/have a crush on and who went to my youth group occasionally. Cute (especially in his nice suit for valet work) and hilariously funny in the way that instantly makes you hideously unfunny in his presence because none of your jokes seem good enough. He looked honestly taken aback and I blushed my regular amount, (where I can't breathe because all the blood in my lungs is forced in a fit of panic into my face) and he said "I didn't see you there!" in a horrified sort of way.
i tried to smooth down my hair (static-d out from lying on shopping bags) and said something nonsensical, and then tried to exit the boot of the car in an elegant way in front of the rich guests at the restaurant. I hugged the guy (which was awkward because even when we were at our "closest" - i saw him once a week at best at church- we weren't huggers) and stuttered something about senior year and then went and sat down with my family. Lydia promptly spilt all the salsa on the table and the night began.

homelessnessnessness

2007-06-02T05:19:44Z

I'm watching Seinfeld.
I'm at that point of being full where i'm not in pain anymore.
I'm in my bathrobe, pjs and slippers.

and I have a house.
A real one.
With an address.

I cried in it.
I scooted around on the wooden floor, wrapped in a blanket.
I touched each wall of my new room.
and I said goodbye to my old room.

kickthecrab @ 2007-04-02T18:22:00

2007-04-03T01:25:26Z

I'm baaaaack youz.

I'm watching the Oprah about Rev Run, and its SO SAD
sob sob

hahahhaha i keep thinking about the guy we fixed the trailer of, (called Mr. Dave) and he cracks me up.

ARGH REV RUN, YOUR POOR BABY THAT DIED! I'M SORRRRRRYYYYYY

Watch my sides, I'm dangerous

2007-03-23T22:33:31Z

So just to start, I want to tell you four good quotes (all personally heard by me) from school:

English teacher: Providence means God's Will
Preppy boy: Sweeet.

Goth girl to Goth guy: I keep thinking it's thursday.

(just in the hallway)Gangsta#1: Soo..whut, it's like, Gods birthday or som'in?
Gangsta#2: NAAAH its when he got fuckeen ressurected for our sins, donchu go to catechism?

And my personal favourite:
(In math class)Huge latino thug to little latino thug: YOU FUCKIN SMOKE CRACK?! X IS 5!

Well, just wanted to tell you that
AND that in almost 12 hours, I will be setting off for L.A to go to New Orleans with the Soverign Grace Church mission to rip down mouldy houses and build new ones, as well as cook and clean and babysit for the displaced people. I'll be there for the first week, getting back 30th I think, so i will update then on what has happened!
Please keep me in your prayers or good juju or karma or vibes or however you kids wanna send me your love.

Ciao, sweethearts, have an awesome spring break!
- Isabel

kickthecrab @ 2007-02-27T16:41:00

2007-02-28T00:41:11Z

Oh my ill bod. what else could possibly be wrong with it?

I have the flu, y'all. It's really quite scary to wake up with a fever. I was so dizzy and weak I could not lift the covers off my face.
A high fever is so paralysing.
And yet, as my mother pointed out today, it is such an amazing system. Thinking about the process of fighting infection just further pushes me to the "intelligent design" side of the fence.
My body is pretty damn clever, youse. Even if I'd rather it did it more discreetly sometimes.

I sure as heckfire...just stole this survey

2007-02-17T00:16:56Z

TEN random things about me:
1. I used to cry myself to sleep because I wanted to go to a boarding school, and also to the college my parents went. Now I wouldn't want either.
2. I kid myself into thinking I like hot weather.
3. I listen to death-metal-gore about twice a week so as not to be rude to a friend.
4. I am really very quick to anger, but I cool down just as fast.
5. I danced on stage in Disneyland Paris for a total of 3 nights on Halloween weekend when I was 13.
6. I would like to come back as a bird.
7. I don't think Sarah Jessica Parker is pretty, but should the conversation come up I will take the popular view. I'm really quite spineless sometimes.
8. I have a semi-serious problem with my brain called a level 1 Chiari malformation. Please do not hesitate to look it up, it's actually rather interesting.
9. My favourite animals are: The kakapo, the giraffe, the dolphin and the sparrow.
10.I have gone through roughly 10 hamsters, 4 mobile phones, 7 homes and 5 viewings of the film "Ella Enchanted".

NINE ways to get me to like you:
1. Don't put me on a pedestal.
2. Laugh at my jokes.
3. Make me laugh.
4. Be physically clean.
5. Hug me when you first meet me, so we don't have an awkward "do we hug?" phase later on.
6. Don't tell me my sister is hotter or less hot than me.
7. Doodle.
8. Be environmentally friendly.
9. Talk to my family.

EIGHT things I want to do before I die:
1. Get a brazilian.
2. Become fully fluent in French.
3. Settle my scores with God.
4. Vote for a politician I trust.
5. Perform in a Broadway production.
6. Own a little fleet of tiny dogs -- chihuahuas, pekingeses, dachshunds, dandie dinmont terriers, etc.
7. Have all hummers banned and confiscated, and turned into something useful.
8. Be a nudist for a year.

SEVEN things that you want to do right now
1. Be back in my sleep t-shirt and boxers.
2. Be showered and dried, all of a sudden.
3. Throw up the disgusting yoghurt I just ate. I regret eating it, with my whole heart.
4. Stop sweating.
5. Play in some snow.
6. Buy a chihuahua.
7. Put glue on my fingers and peel it off.

SIX things that get me mad (or annoyed/paranoid/frustrated):
1. Being disorganized.
2. How paranoid I am.
3. Getting stood up.
4. Rich pre-teens.
5. People being disrespectful toward the elderly.
6. Secret languages/codes/inside jokes that someone won't explain.

FIVE things I'm afraid of:
1. The dark.
2. Falling out with someone.
3. The book of Revelations.
4. The Kakapo becoming extinct.
5. Never being able to find my purpose in life.

FOUR of my fave items in my room:
1. My bed. And its Tempur cover.
2. The box under my bed full of all the letters my parents sent me at all my summercamps.
3. My Gary Larson and Mutts collection.
4. The packages I've received since living here from England.

THREE things I do everyday:
1. Touch my hair.
2. Listen to music.
3. Think about my big sister.

TWO things I need to do right now:
1. The pile of overdue 2-page french essays in my binder.
2. Get ready for the theatre tonight.

ONE person I want to see right now:
1. My late Grandpa.

Under pressure

2007-02-02T00:44:03Z

pushing down on me

the US school system is fucked, guys.
sorry, eleanor.
LANGUAGE

but it is.

i hate GPAs. and parental attention to them.

i have a 3.6 and my PSAT score was a 187
i am getting 4 a's and 2 b's

but i don't know what any of that means.

P-p-p-pickup a pickup truck. They are awesome.

2007-02-01T00:45:18Z

I am just going to type about a really awesome thing that happened yesterday.
i'm not going to focus on the fact I have a lot of homework
or my snotty nose
or the fact my friend's new bf is a member of the Mile High Club, and she is a fairly naive person who doesn't get why repeating the fact she's now on the pill doesn't fill our hearts with song, it makes us worried about her imminent state of sexual health.

no
i'm not going to talk about it.

So my friend melissa cronshaw is a california girl. She is white. She has long hair and expensive makeup. She is a size 0, and she is on the Varsity soccer team. she lives in a wealthy neighbourhood, her future husband (no, really. a family friend who has been betrothed to her) is the heir to the FedEx throne, and she has a pretty sweet pickup truck.
its a dark green, mud splattered Tacoma. it has no front bumper. or the blinkers that go on it. there is a button on it that releases some gadget so her brother (original owner of the truck) can pull sick donuts and the hood is giant and white and is not from a tacoma.
and shes an amazing driver.

so i get a text yesterday morning saying "picnic at lunch!" so at lunch time i run from the greenhouses over the the Junior Lot to see...no pickup truck. So they've left. Great.
NOT SO!
missy comes wheeling in, music blasting (as always) and squeals into a spot in the sunshine. she, Erica and Arriel all hop out and say "you're here!! come load your stuff into the front, and then step back." I chuck my stuff in the cab and missy leaps into the bed of the truck (she's tiny and springy like a leprachaun), yanks open the back windows and pulls out...

3 yoga mats
a giant blanket
a cooler
a box of Vons banana nut muffins
a giant carton of goldfish crackers
some cans of sprite

they lay the mats down, threw down the blanket on top, and then threw all the food in the center
i couldnt believe it.

it was honestly amazing.
i've never had that feeling before...it was just a beautiful cross between careful planning and carefree whimsy. the cooler was full of Tri-tip sandwiches with mustard, onions, lettuce, tomato and jalapenos.
and people passed by and some stopped with the food they had (mostly mexican food -- burritos and chips) and it was just a food orgy of flavors
and there was me, sitting in the middle, bright sunshine, looking around at the friends i've made since august, and all the things we've done.

So happy.

CAT

2007-01-08T06:26:10Z

cat cat cat.
i gots a cat.

she is awesomez.
:)

and i BRUSH HER and PET HER and give her FOOOOD and PLAY with her and give her FLEA DROPS and then she RUNS AWAY from me and IGNORES ME but now she LIKES ME AGAIN.
asdufgkjdsgldkfjsuanaaaaa

cat
im happy.

kickthecrab @ 2006-11-10T22:45:00

2006-11-11T06:45:04Z

So, yeah.
Today was a day in two pieces.
Not like a first half and a second half, it split into good and bad.

SO!
I got up and had a niceish morning doing the housecleaning and riding in our new car to Vons and K-Mart and all in all having nice plans set up, and we go to pick my grandma up from the airport, and while we are waiting at the open-air arrivals (I love SB airport, its a little shack) and we see my nana come down the ramp off the plane and just as we're all thinking "Gosh how cute is that woman?" she SLIPS and she FALLS CRACK ONTO HER BACK AND HEAD and it was awful, because my mama started screeching and trying to run the 25 feet of airport to where my nana is now lying on her back all still, and some bastard woman roars up and says in that fucking abrasive american nasal corporate tone "MA'AM. MA'AM. MA'AM. PLEASE STAY WHERE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO. YOU ARE NOT AUTHORISED TO BE THERE, MA'AM." and that just about kills my mum. She already has an issue with airport personnel, and she instantly bursts into tears and is asking why she can't just go and see to her mum who is 87 years old and has hit her head so hard and is not moving and why can't she just go over there it's only 25 bloody feet. This fucking woman wouldn't let her pass, it was like applying terrorist laws from Heathrow airport to some farmyard. She finally called a self-important security guard over, who after much talking bollocks into his radio agreed to escort mum the whole 20-whatever feet it was to go see nana, and then he LOCKS THE GATE ACROSS so i can't go. Then the ambulance arrived and she got taken to hospital So mama drops me off in town and the instant i get there i realise i have two texts from this guy Rafael who i adore and they are basically asking whether i want to come into town with him and his now-on-a-break/ex gf Amber (who is really pretty and blonde and hardcore) and so i tell him i'm already there and they can come meet me and brianna in Nordstrom's cafe. So i find brianna and she and i whip into sephora and buy some gorrrrgeous eyeliners, then we dash up to the cafe, order tea and salad and then in walks rafael, ALONE. yusss.
it was kind of awkward because he can be really quiet, but then conversation started flowing and it was cool. then we decide to have a walk around on state, and then stuff got really awkward because brianna is such a california girl and is so easily diverted by shops and clothes so we'd be talking and then she would yank us into Gossip or something, and you could tell rafael was not having any fun. and then we'd be standing around and you could tell brianna was pissed because rafael was bored and started two-stepping in Gossip or wherever we were. I was mad at both of them for embarassing me, and i was mad i liked someone so socially awkward and unfathomable to me. For instance his obsession with gore music -- i wish i could see the good part, buuuut i don't. thing is, he really wants me to come to his show next weekend, but the music makes me physically ill. Thing is? I told him I used to go to gore shows a lot. I'm sorry! He's just so pretty and funny, and I couldn't stand it that his bitch-face ex could handle something I can't, and dammit! I fell prey to telling a whopper. Also, he has an obsession with the disgusting and bloody, hence his pleasure in being the frontman for a gore band. He can be so cool and funny and he's the easiest person to talk to I've ever met, and yet he'll just get into this mode where he recites the lyrics to a song called Testicular Manslaughter. :(
So rafael and i were kinda flirting around town, and brianna was saying how proud of me she was for being so flirty, and so then his mum rings up and she brings his DOG INTO TOWN! his dog is a pug puppy named piggy and she's a beaut. so that was cute. then mama rings up and she wants me to come to the hospital so briannas mama takes me there and i text rafael while i'm in the ICU waiting room, and nana is doing okay-ish, though she's slurring her words and being really innapropriate like kissing all the nurses on the hand and grabbing peoples hair and glasses, and she also couldnt recognize my little sister which was sad. but then she started improving a little bit and so mama said it was okay for me to go, and raffie (he hates that nickname) rings up and asks if i'm going to the opening night of the school play A Still Life With Iris, and i say i will if he can give me a ride cos i've got no way to get down there, and he picks me up and its cool until he switches on the gore music SO loud because he thinks I'll enjoy it. the irony was even more painful than my headache. then, he says "oh, and can we swing by amber's house?" and i just about died. we pick up bitch-face, and she looks perfect, like always, wearing little white slingback heels, grey jeans and a little black sweater with her short blonde curls and black eyeliner surrounding giant blue disney princess eyes. However, she's also really nice and we've been through some similar troubles so i respect and admire her, and i like her as a person because she likes me, but by default i hate her. We arrive, and i buy little bottles of water for amber and me, and a cupcake for me, then go sit upstairs in my seat where i see erica and a gorgeous guy, who i now want. sat next to rafael who was also sat next to amber. show was amazing, i loved it and i can't wait to see it again for free (i technically get tickets free cos i'm in the directors class) but then after the show amber is making rafael really annoyed/hurt by doing what broke them up ie. flirting with every single person ever and wearing some guys hoodie and shrieking while she skates about oh-so-cutely-sucky on some other guys skateboard.
I can't tell if I even like rafael... he clearly can't resist amber, he is neck-deep in gore music and its scene, he can be really awkward in public and he enjoys disgusting things more than i do. and i did fine in sin city, so he is really overdoing it.
but he is so cute. and really funny. and such a gentleman (opened my car door each time i got in the car). and i can talk to him about anything. and i want to WIN.

I'm so confused. and i'm still so scared for my nana.
give me advice, love and prayer, oh wonderful people.

So here is my life.

2006-11-06T05:52:02Z

And this is what's in it:
Caution: Giant photo post..

Me back to brunette after my short ginger spell.

This is the rental dog. He is a pughuahua called Toby, and he will not come when you call him.

This is my new school! S-B-H-S! Suh Buh Huh Suh! Go Dons! Green and Gold!

Our Flagpole. God Bless Amayrkah.

These are two of my new best friends at the pep rally. Erica is the school-spirit one, Keya (pronounced Key-ah)is avoiding the camera.

Homecoming. That sign says Under the Stars. If you were wondering.

Me just before HC, looking nervous in a scary, scary mexican house. That girl is Brenda.

Brenda and I in the toilets of Arnoldi's, while bitching about my crush's gf.

Said crush (Rafael Phoenix Carrera) to the left of me, his bitch-face gf to the left of him. Brenda and Mr. Socially Inept bf. My corsage!

Dinner. My date is the guy in the grey shirt, then along the line is Olivia, Keya and Arriel.

The other cru at HC: Brianna, Brianna's younger sister Chelsea, Ryan (jenna's date), Jenna (♥!), Olivia II

Another NBF (sorry...) called Mia, with me at homecoming!

Mia looking less like a spaz.

Me in the open top mall Paseo Nuevo, spilling salsa down my chin.

My new love Brianna Kelley at Paseo Nuevo, eating like a real person.

Jenna and me in theatre

And finally, sorry. I was just proud of this shot.

I'm not very happy at the moment.
I would like to go on anti-depressants.
I currently weigh more than I ever have in my entire life, and it makes me sad every day.

Hope all is well in made-up land, where you guys live.
Inform me of gossip if you like.
Take care my doves x

kickthecrab @ 2006-10-25T22:16:00

2006-10-26T05:16:33Z

So my homecoming date is now stalking me.

He is not a cool guy.

He bought me a corsage and dinner etc.

But now he's a creeper.

Ewwww.

kickthecrab @ 2006-10-08T13:44:00

2006-10-08T20:48:33Z

So hmm.
Homecoming.
The big HC
I have einen date.
When he asked me, i thought he was joking.
But he wasnt.
Gutted.

Ah well, he is coolish.
But I'm in love with a guy in my theatre class.
Or I was until i found out that by rights, he should be a freshman, but he skipped the 8th grade.
I'M SORRY, WHAT?
I THOUGHT HE WAS A JUNIOR.
THAT SUCKS BOTTOM.

But he is really funny and cute and he has a pug dog named piggy. and he is really skinny and into hardcore.
but he has a guh-fuh.
*sob*

HOMECOMING DRESS.
I NEED ONE
WHAT ARE THE STYLES THIS YEAR.
because all the ones ive seen are covered in enough glitter to paste your entire body.

kickthecrab @ 2006-10-01T22:30:00

2006-10-02T05:31:13Z

I feel sad
and achy.
though i should be happy because i live in a beautiful place with nice people and a ben and jerrys cafe.

but i feel fat.
and im getting there.

i hate borrowing wetsuits from skinny, mean people.

kickthecrab @ 2006-09-02T15:41:00

2006-09-02T22:48:31Z

I'm sitting in eleanor's dorm room right now.
all i can hear are occasional bird calls, doors shutting, a slight beat from the boom box a few doors down and little inane conversations coming from the rooms down the hall.
eleanor is, at this very moment, lying face down on the spare upper bunk that is above her real one. She looks really very pretty today, in a blue spotty miniskirt and a white top with her year 11 prom necklace on and a lot of my teal eyeshadow.
i wish she wasnt mad at me.
i think i depressed her, because i was all fun yesterday and dancy and funny, but today all ive done is complain, then cry, then whine about how my life sucks and say i dont want to dance or listen to loud music.

so i gave her the wrong impression i guess, because i really do want to dance and do all those nice fun things that make me feel like a cool person. but i don't think i really have her sympathy and i guess i shouldnt really come round here looking for it. its not her job to make me feel up, but i just cant vent when i'm at home. mum is already so worn down with her own venting i think she'd break if i started. i mean, she knows i'm a little lonely but i dont think i could tell her how miserable i've been since we moved here. that i would do anything to be two years older and be started at westmont with my own room mate and my own little things to do and buy and think about.

so if eleanor is bothered enough to read my journal, i'm sorry for bummin you out. i'm going to go home now, okay?
okay.x

kickthecrab @ 2006-08-29T16:50:00

2006-08-29T23:53:40Z

New laptop.
Not mine
The mouse is the size of an apple and the rolly thing glows green whenever i move the mouse

So naturally I'm terrified.

Eating Barnum animal crackers outta the red box with the lunchbox string on it.

I ate lunch on my own today.
Because I don't have any friends yet.

Even the spotty guys who made fun of me in my english class had friends.
They were eachother, but you know.
It's still someone to sit with

So i rang my sister in her dorm and we talked a little, and i was chattering desperately so it would look like i had someone who would listen, but evidently not, because she went to go get lunch and i ate the rest of my sarnie in silence and then hid in the toilets again.

Right, all of youse.

2006-08-12T22:02:47Z

Here's an update.
To be quite honest, I'm not in a good mood. And for all of you that read this (that would be some dustbunnies) and know me to be a rageful writer, hear this: I AM USUALLY AS PERKY AS M'SIEUR PIG HIMSELF.
BUT THIS HAS ALL GONE A BIT FAR IN MY OPINION.

what the hilary (yes.) is going on? In the world? That whole terrorist thing caused us to miss our connecting flight and forcing us to stay the night in Toronto watching the worst comedy show ever in our hotel room. Evidently this isn't the worst thing that could have happened with a terrorist plot hanging in the air but it was all so harrowing just having everything taken away from you at the airport and being searched all the time and being peppered with questions by airport personnel.
aaargh! and those bloody rudearse personnel! making our lives living hell because we havent got out our boarding passes quickly enough! or because we have 17 pieces of checked luggage instead of ten (well mate, you should have thought of that before you made us PUT ALL OF OUR CARRY-ON INTO CHECKED LUGGAGE.)
If anything, you need to be MORE efficient and MORE understanding if you are airport personnel in a terrorist alert that is heightened to 'Critical'.
Not less.
Making my mum cry should be against the law.

as should jetlag.
In other news I'm in a house with 4 dogs, one v. elderly cat, an ancient turtle called tur-telle and some constantly terrified fish. The dogs are: Stuker who is grey, 11 years old and looks like a furry space pudding; Dojer who is a giant that weighs literally four more pounds than i do (and I'm not a little girl) and who crushes everyones feet constantly; Brodie who is a lil' jack russell that can't swim but has a habit of nearly or fully backing into the pool, and Koa (which is hawaiian for Warrior) who is a german shepherd/greyhound cross puppy who will chew and drool on everything and nick underpants from your suitcase.

i love this house.

peace out y'all, i'm so jetlagged i think i'm going to sit by the pool and do logic puzzles til i fall asleep.
love you all xxxxxxx

Neopets?

2006-07-02T16:02:50Z

Heavens.
I'm so tired

and somehow, in some crazy way, Neopets is ceasing to amuse me.
It's quite disturbing actually.

~~I want to leave tomorrow, my friends are boring me out of my head~~I'm going to miss everyone so much.

I don't know why but I just feel really empty.
I think I should go to the GUM Clinic as well, but noone will go with me.

kickthecrab @ 2006-06-17T22:54:00

2006-06-17T22:01:07Z

I'm so nervous about prom it's ridiculous.
In other news, my best friends brother has been put down in history as

"The only guy ever to have karate-chopped a bee mid-flight and killed it stone dead. That I have any knowledge of"

So that has made everything better.

Joe Woodhead is making passes at me. That's not of any interest to any of you, but it's wierding me out.

I'm going to a fancy dress party tomorrow as my friend Becki. As are three other people.

My exams are over, and I have nothing to do. I can't enjoy myself if I'm not avoiding work, I just don't feel like doing anything.

Life is fun, though it doesn't half twist me about. Sometimes I feel like the littlest nun, sometimes I feel like I could out-heart-break...

I tried to finish that sentence with a friend's name but I can't think of anyone I know who is as cruel. That makes me sad

Think about the bee Isabel. Think about the bee.

kickthecrab @ 2006-06-16T22:20:00

2006-06-16T21:29:25Z

I

am the littlest sad and confused bear ever.

Please amuse me with your commentry on the subject of: Old people .
photos would help.
i luff you all. xxx

kickthecrab @ 2006-05-06T17:05:00

2006-05-06T16:50:27Z

"Look at me, I'm a kitty kat
I wear a bowl of peanuts for a hat
If I eat them all I will get fat
Blah Blah Blah, I'm a kittykaaaaat."
Thankyou, Grim Adventures.

I am going to do a big picture post. Sorry. I'm a complete poser. And the photos are really big.

Hold onto your hats, folks...

Spring Harvest!

Sorry about the captions, we think out loud on photographs.

Try as I might, I just couldn't get the wierd looking kid's attention.

Apparently there's a weight limit on these things. That would explain it.

Alice Hasselhoff.

Those prissy kids in the chalet next to ours didn't stand a chance when they left their scooters outside.

No, that's not a laser brace I'm wearing, just a bad reflection.

Fierce Polo eating contest.

Revenge of the mullet.

Foxy and alex being...well, themselves.

Alice!

Dizzy dollies. I think Al is going for a scratch.

And just when you were sick of my face, here's some quick shots of my new

kickthecrab @ 2006-04-25T20:50:00

2006-04-25T19:50:19Z

Nice catch, peeps.
p>My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Sister Boot Knife of Mild Reason.</p>

Get yours.

kickthecrab @ 2006-04-24T21:56:00

2006-04-24T21:02:23Z

Okay, I've now run out of feet to put in my mouth, so I'll need some foot donors to assure a full coverage of all my mind-numbingly stupid mistakes.
Anyone willing? It's not too unpleasant a job, I don't produce a lot of spit cos I chew so much gum so you wouldn't have slimy feet. I do have braces, would that be an issue?

I really honest-to-frou frou hate how frustrating certain aspects of life are. Like just when I thought I had the upper hand on something I find out that, not only do I not have the upper hand, the hand I thought was below mine is top. And I am very bitter toward that hand.
I was certain that hand was the second best.
I don't think I even have a hand any more.

Furgleshnoo.

Happy birthday eleanor, by the way. I'm sure the poison will be kicking in any... time... now...