Sunday, October 29, 2000

It's Christmas! Oh, wait... no it's not...

You know, after seven hours at school, my back hurt *so* unimaginably bad. I don't know about you, but I do not enjoy hours of intolerable pain. But when somebody rubs my back, it just hurts more! I try to turn on the TV to forget about the pain, and something like Eminem or Kid Rock will be on MTV. I'll turn off the TV and try to sleep. I just can't calm down enough when I have nothing to look forward to.

The one time of year I'm completely calm, and everything in the entire world seems perfect and peaceful is Christmastime. Sometimes, I just feel like I need Christmas. Yes, I know Halloween is the upcoming holiday, and I'll enjoy being Andrea (the gothic chick) from Daria, but as soon as Halloween's over, I am breaking out all that is Christmas! YES, YES, I *REALIZE* that the holiday after Halloween is Thanksgiving! I've got to play my Christmas CDs, and get the tree up from the basement, and get the Christmas lights on the house... And this year, I am *so* going to the soup kitchen. Last year, no one would go with me! Sarah and Mom said that they might go with me this year, though. So, that's cool.

Okay. I just wanted to talk about Christmas. I NEED IT, I TELL YOU! IT RUUUUUUUUUUULES! I'll now leave you with me singing "Kiss Me at Midnight" by 'N Sync to myself...

Kiss me at midnight! Dance until the morning light! Partyin' to the new year... all of my friends are here, and then the time is right... Kiss me at midnight!

--Christmas Freak,
Holly the "Holy" Zintel ():-)

Thursday, October 26, 2000

Dr. Holly's Continued Anti-Depressant Methods

It's not fun to be depressed. I know that from having one week of depression. In my whole life, folks! Must mean I'm doing something that could be helpful to the depressed! So, here are more things to do to make people less depressed...

1. Only play bored games with people who suck at them worse than you do.

2. Stay away from the graveyard! I haven't been there in... (counts on fingers) 'bout five years, and I feel great!

3. Talk in a Norm MacDonald voice all day, saying stuff like, "Who's that dude?" and, "I've never seen so many dead hookers in all my life!"

4. When you go to the nursing home, bring some really good-smelling perfume along. That place desperately needs it, and I'll bet visitors and patients alike would appreciate it.

5. Go to the Humane Society and adopt a companion. You and the dog or cat will never be lonely again.

6. Don't get too attatched to the dude or chick you're going out with. My mom always gets too attatched to her dudes, and *dang* does she get depressed when she gets her heart broken.

7. Don't do drink, smoke, or do drugs. It'll probably seem like it's helping at the time, but it's not. It's making things worse! Soon, your money will all be spent on all the crap you bought, and no one will like you because the smell of you makes them cough or gag. Plus, you'll die quicker. And I don't know about you, but I think the thought of death is a bit creepy.

8. Help homeless people out. If you've got five bucks to spare, I'll bet they'd like some fries. You'll feel really good about yourself after you give them money. I saved my allowance for a year in fifth grade to give a homeless guy sixty bucks, and I felt great the whole year afterward!

9. When the Simpsons comes on, record it, and save the tape for a rainy day. You can crack up at your favorite episodes sometime when you're feeling bad.

10. After a hard day of putting up the drywall at the new McDonald's instead of working at GM, you probably feel pretty beat. Remember that butt-ugly sweater in your closet that you never wear that Great Aunt Linda got you for Christmas? Time to exchange it for The Sims Livin' Large! Tell Great Aunt Linda a psycho cat attacked you while you were wearing it.

Welp, that's all I've got to go. I'm grounded, I just snuck on here while my dad was at work. (Kisses computer screen) Farewell, sweet computer! I shall return... when my grades get better! See ya.

--"Holy"

P.S. Rory? Are you out there somewhere? Did'ja get rid of yer diary?

Tuesday, October 24, 2000

What Makes Humans So Cool?

You know, I was watching my pets yesterday. My cats, Amy and Daria, were bathing with my dog, Chyna, and they were all hanging out, having nothing against each other. They were so cute. The next minute, they were at each other's throats.

Humans are that way, too. We watched a movie in U.S. History today about World War I. It was Christmas Day, and a few Germans came out saying, "Don't shoot! We don't want to fight today! We'll send you over some beer!" Some of the French agreed with them, and everyone was contentedly singing "Silent Night," in their own languages, but together. But just as soon as midnight came, a shot was fired, and the derned people were at each others' throats.

We say that humans are the masters of the world, and that we're so much cooler than animals. People go on killing animals, with that foolish belief in their heads. It's selfish. They think that humans are the best animal just because they, for some reason, want to eat the other animals' flesh?

Liberty and justice for all, eh? What about the animals?! Don't they freaking count?! They're our equals. Talk about discrimination. *Shakes head* Selfish humans.

Sunday, October 22, 2000

Zach Day

Well, yesterday was Zach Day. It wasn't too bad because I didn't really see that we did all that much that Zach wanted to do. Before Zach and Bobby showed up, though, I made Sarah over, and Zach quite appreciated that. Heh, so *he* had a good day.

Anyhoo, I guess it's pretty much out in the open that I kind of like Bobby. Zach and Sarah read my "Holly Day" entry, and they figured it out. I don't know if Zach's going to tell him. He promised me he wouldn't, but when Zach finds out about something, he tells the whole frickin' town! ARRRRGH! Last night, we were watching Arlington Road, and Bobby wanted to lay on the floor instead of sitting on the couch with me, and Zach was like, "You whine about not having a girl, but there's one."

Alrighty then. I s'pose we're gonna go to the Pumpkin Patch after Zach gets back from droppin' Bobbo the Clown off. Welp, see ya!

--"Holy" ():-)

Saturday, October 21, 2000

Holly Day

Zach was reading my journal (I let him), and he found out that I get jealous sometimes when he and Sarah leave me alone while they go, make out. He and Sarah set up this "Holly Day" thing, devoted to me. They promised not to make me feel left out on that day, and said I could choose whatever we do. I thought that was very noble of them. Well, today was Holly Day! I chose to go, see "Bedazzled" with Mom, Zach, Sarah, and Bobby, and to go to the Pumpkin Patch. Bedazzled was awesome; I just loved it to pieces! Anyhoo, though, Sarah and Zach, as usual, weren't getting along too well tonight...

Mom, Zach, Bobby, and I were all playing Trivial Pursuit, and I was having a ton of fun because I was winning, and I usually suck at that game! Sarah wasn't playing because she wanted to write her story instead. Zach didn't like the fact that she wasn't playing, though, and kept saying, "Sarah, you can't talk to us while we play the game since you're not playing it." Well, the last time she tried to talk to us, and Zach told her to shut up, she was trying to tell us that she had been having such a bad week, she was about ready to cry! The poor girl... I felt really bad for my friend, and didn't think that my brother was helping anything, so I went into my room, where Sarah was hiding, and tried to give her the best advice I could. I don't even know if I helped at all. They're all made up now, so everything alright, but I sure was scared there for a minute.

Mom is having a hard time with Ron, too, and I can't seem to help her with that. Bobby and I were both trying to give her advice, but it didn't seem to work out too well. I asked Bobby why I was no good at helping people, and he said, "All you can do is try. You do your best to help the people you care about, and that's all you can do." I know he's right, but I always feel guilty when I can't give someone the advice that will solve all of their problems.

And there's just one last problem. No one really knows about it... I can't really bring myself to tell them, because... well, it's just weird. There's this guy, and he keeps hitting on me, and it's creepy. No one *ever* hits on me. *Ever*. But... see, he asked me out like, five times, and... I just kind of acted like he was kidding for some reason. I like him because he's cool, and I have fun with him, but I haven't ever really thought of him like that. AND I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE WITH GUY PROBLEMS! I'M THE THERAPIST! NOT THE PATIENT! ARRRRRRRGH. See, he has this way of acting like he's kidding about everything... but he didn't sound like he was kidding then. I don't know what to do...

Well... these hardly sound like "hilarious antics of Holly," huh? Heh heh. Oh well. Perhaps next time, I'll have something hilarious that happened to me. So, let's hope I spill Slurpee all over the carpet in a rich guy's house, have him catch me, and I blame it on someone else, and they get thrown in jail tomorrow! Yeah! That should be good. Okay. Adios for now!

"Oh, sure, *everything* sounds bad if you remember it."--Homer J. Simpson

Thursday, October 19, 2000

My Confusing Dad

Well, I certainly have a list of problems, and I have missed *so* much school because of them lately. But my dad doesn't even care what's wrong with me. Actually, he doesn't even *believe* I *have* anything wrong with me. He thinks everyone should go to school every day just because that's what he always did.

I scarred my legs up pretty bad the other day when they went numb and I fell down the stairs, and they really hurt bad today, so I couldn't get out of bed. My freaking brother had to go and call Dad at work and inform him that I wasn't going to school. Dad wanted to talk to me and, of course, all he did was yell at me. I tell ya, that guy has no sympathy for *anyone*! He said, "YOU GET TO SCHOOL BY 10:00, OR I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU SEE YOUR MOM ANYMORE!" He says he can take her to court and prove that she's an unfit mother. Hello?! Doesn't he see who's the unfit parent here?! HIM! I can't take much more of him. Why do I even stay with him to begin with? I love the guy, but... *sighs* he sure is hard to put up with most of the time.

Dad is really confusing because one minute, he'll be screaming at me, and sometimes Zach, for every little thing he can possibly think of. "HOLLY, YOU MISSED AN HOUR OF SCHOOL TO GO TO THE DOCTOR! YOU CAN'T BE MISSING SCHOOL FOR *THAT*!" "ZACH, YOUR KLEENEX DIDN'T GET IN THE TRASH CAN!" "YOUR MOTHER'S AN IDIOT!" "IF YOU DON'T GET THIS STEREO OUT OF HERE, I'M GOING TO STOMP IT!" UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH! Then, the next minute, he'll be all happy and walking around singing his "Holllllllllllllllly Rachael!" song, and his "Oh, Zach-ya-boy!" song. He is so extremely manic depressive, and he will not admit to it for anything. Zach says, "Holly, you always accuse everyone of being racist, or manic depressive." Um... did it ever occur to him why I accuse people of that? Because they are! And Dad is both of them! ARRRRRRRRRRGGGH. *Sighs*. Okay. I can't seem to vent very well through typing, so I'm going to shred some napkins now. See ya.

--Holly

Tuesday, October 17, 2000

What the bloody 'ell is wrong with me?

As I've mentioned before, one of my many problems is restless leg syndrome, this deal where I have leg spasms that keep me awake for most of the night. Well, my doctor prescribed tonic water for me. I haven't had the leg spasms for a few nights, but now I'm just in horrible, intolerable pain! Yesterday morning, I got up for school, and collapsed because my legs went numb! I missed school because I was in so much pain when the feeling came back in my legs. Today, I went to school, but I fell down the stairs because my freaking legs went numb *again*! What is up with me and my weird problems that no one else seems to have?!

My grandpa Z. has cancer, so he's been getting this lazer stuff done to him. I've been pretty close to him my entire life, and if he can't beat this cancer, I'm really going to miss him. I haven't lost a grandparent yet, so that's going to be extremely hard...

My friend is thinking about killing herself, and I really, really hope she's going to be okay. She's been talking to school councilers and stuff, but she won't even tell me what's making her so upset.

Dang. I guess all I've got is sad news today. Well... hopefully, I'll have something a bit cheerier to say in my next entry. Later.

--Holly

Friday, October 13, 2000

SURVEY TIME!!!!!!!!!!!

Here's a survey I stole from a chick named Nisei.

NAME: Holly the "Holy" Zintel.
AGE: 16.
SEX: Female
LIVING ARRANGEMENT: With my mom on her days off, with my dad on the other days. And when I'm hiding from my dad, with my grandparents Shoup.
WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? The Daria logo and a lot of cat and dog fur.
FAVORITE MAGAZINES: Seventeen, YM, Teen People... those girlie ones, in case there's anything about Daria in them. Oh yeah, and Vegetarian Times.
FAVORITE SMELLS: Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin perfume, stuffed pumpkin shells (a vegan dish my mom makes), and garlic (yes, I know I'm a freak).
BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD: Sitting down at the Mirage Buffet after walking around Vegas in the horrible, horrible heat *all day long* instead of just taking the freaking car!!!!!!!
WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE IN THE MORNING? "I have to pee."
DO YOU GET MOTION SICKNESS? No, I just get sickness.
ROLLER COASTERS? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
PEN OR PENCIL? Keyboard. But pencils are cool, I guess.
FUTURE SON'S NAME: Jesse Scott.
FUTURE DAUGHTER'S NAME: Autumn Kate.
FAVORITE FOODS: Linguini with marinara from Bill Knapps, stuffed pumpkin shells, stuffing, and mashed potatoes.
DO YOU GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS: My mom, anyway.
FAVORITE ICE CREAM: Actually, sorbet. And strawberry.
DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE: Yeah. "I think I'm really neat 'cause I like to drive a car..."--Tim and Zach's Crazy Radio Hour.
DO YOU SLEEP WITH STUFFED ANIMALS? Yup. My teddy bears, Jodie Landon and Lenny Kravitz, and my kitty, Jessica Simpson.
WHAT TYPE WAS YOUR FIRST CAR: I drive my mom or dad's Buick right now. I can't have a car till Zach gets a new one, and I get Zach's crappy Oldsmobile. Ugh...
IF YOU COULD MEET ONE PERSON, DEAD OR ALIVE, WHO
WOULD IT BE? Rory Curtis.
FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK: I don't drink, 'cause I'd like to live as much of life as possible, and don't want to act like more of a retard than I already do. But *non*alcoholic strawberry daquiries rule.
WHAT IS YOUR ZODIAC SIGN? Pisces.
WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE POET? Trent Lane.
DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI? Nope.
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE? Probably not.
WHAT IS ON YOUR WALLS IN YOUR ROOM? In the room at my dad's house, there's hottie wallpaper (I knew I put too many posters up) so that you can't see the paint. I wonder what color it was... At my mom's, it's all Daria fan art.
IS THE GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL? Half bored to death.
FAVORITE MOVIE: "Is It Fall Yet?", Ten Things I Hate About You, Where the Heart Is, Office Space, Dirty Work, Tommy Boys, the Austin Powers movies, the Babe movies, Final Destination, Runaway Bride, Pretty Woman, The Prince of Egypt, Anastasia, and some others I can't think of right now.
ARE YOU A LEFTY, RIGHTY OR AMBIDEXTROUS? Ambidextious, but mostly lefty.
WHAT IS YOUR DREAM CAR? Green VW Bug.
FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH: Ice skating.
HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS? Under their mother. What kind of an asshole eats eggs?!
WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE ACTOR/ACTRESS: Jonathan Jackson, Natalie Portman, Julia Stiles, Julia Roberts, Ingo Rodamacher, Devon Sawa, Erin Torpey... a buncha people.
DID YOUR CHRISTMAS TREE HAVE WHITE OR COLORED LIGHTS? White. But they're nifty, 'cause they have a snow pattern, and it's really quite mesmorizing.
WHAT IS YOUR WORST PET PEEVE? People who beat animals.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK? Let's change that to Daria fan fiction. "Restoration" by Diane Long. "Why 2K?" by Kemical Reaxion, "Guard Duty" by Invisigoth Gypsy, and "New Eyes" by Nemo Blank also rule.
WHAT IS THE MOST EXOTIC AILMENT OR INJURY YOU HAVE
EXPERIENCED?? I fell off my bike and got a huge rock stuck in my knee. When my mom pried it out, you could see the bone in my leg. It was gross.
WHAT IS THE STUPIDEST THING YOU'VE EVER DONE? Told Sarah that I liked Tim.
WHAT PART OF YOUR BODY IS THE MOST SENSITIVE? My eyes.
YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? No.
HOW MUCH TV DO YOU WATCH? Although 95% of it is Daria, a whole lot.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHOW? Take a guess.

Zintels, Shoups, Windles, and Asmuses.

Well, since I can't sleep, and can't think of anything creative, I'm going to write about the theme because themes are cool. This one's nifty, 'cause my I love writing things about my family.

I consider myself very lucky in the family department. I actually got to know my great-grandparents and my great-aunt before they died, and not too many people can say that. Hmm... well, I think I'll start by talking about my dad's side of the family.

My grandpa Z. was adopted. He's actually a Leparde, but his family was kind of poor, so the Zintels took him in, because the Lepardes couldn't really afford him, I guess. Grandpa (obviously) married my grandma, and she's an Asmus. My great-grandma Asmus was cool. I remember that she had a glass eye, and it kind of freaked me out, but she was nice. My great-aunt Mary was so, so sweet. I would come over here (I live in her and my great-aunt's house now) and talk to Aunt Mary when I was fed up with getting lectured by dad. She was so understanding, and such a good listener. Plus, the chocolate deserts she kept in the freezer for my brother, cousins, and I didn't hurt. :-) I learn a little more about the Asmuses just about every year when I go to Germans From Russia at Christmas time. It's a lot of fun. It makes me proud to go there, and sing Christmas songs with the people I love. When I look around at Germans From Russia, I feel very accepted, and know that I'm a part of something, and it makes me feel all warm and gooey inside.

My dad met, went out with for four years, and finally married my mom, a Shoup. My grandpa Shoup is awesome, and so were his parents. Great-Grandma Shoup got alzeimers before I got to know her too well, but Great-Grandpa was really cool. He was hilarious! He was depressed a lot, but he said I always cheered him up, and that makes me really happy to know. The Shoups are all just *awesome*. My grandpa, Uncle Raymond, and Uncle Ron are all just hilarious... I just *love* hanging out with them. I don't know very much about the Windles. I know they were a huge family, and my grandma didn't like how her dad and brother smoked.

Right now, I'd just like to take the time to put a huge message in here that's very important to my grandma Shoup, and myself. DO NOT SMOKE! I don't care if you got into it because of peer pressure, 'cause you think you're cool, or 'cause you thought it'd be nice to pick up an unhealthy addiction, DON'T DO IT!!!! My uncle Jerry died from throat cancer, and it was a really gross, gruesome death. In his last few days, he had to blow his nose through a tube in his neck, which he also had to eat and drink out of. Also, DON'T DRINK! My grandma's dad drank a lot and got this weird ulcer thing that he died from. And don't do drugs, just 'cause it's wrong. It'll make ya nutty. And one final message, don't look at porn. It destroys marriages.

Even though my parents are divorced, I love both sides of my family. I still consider us all one family, too. My family members are all my friends. I'd rather hang out with my family than anyone else. 'Cept for maybe Rory. Anyhoo, Bobby and Sarah, you guys are family, too! You're around enough to be, plus we all love you guys. Okay. Welp, I'll go now. To learn more about my good ol' family, go to geocities.com/shipperholly, and choose the All In the Family page. There's not a whole lot there right now, but there will be! See ya.

--Holly the "Holy" Zintel

Everything is Painful & I Feel Worthless

It's ten minutes to six o'clock in the morning, and I have no business being awake. I just can't sleep anymore. I have been in so much pain for the past two weeks, from bronchitis, stupid restless leg syndrome, the muscle I pulled in my stomach, and the stress of having to deal with my dad...

Even without the constant pain, it's just always been so hard for me to get to sleep. I always think of that scene in Office Space where the occupational hypnotherapist is trying to get Peter to relax. It just doesn't work. Then I try to day dream so that, perhaps, I can night dream. But the only thing I can think about is whatever stress I'm under at the time.

There's nothing I hate more than feeling sorry for myself, and that's all I've been doing lately. I've always liked helping other people, but I suck at it. My mom's been having guy problems, and all I can do is say, "Well... maybe it'll work out." I've been hiding from my dad at my grandparents house because I'm getting so scared of him. It's not like he beats me, or anything. But the man has never missed a day of work in his life, so when I miss a day of school, he's like, "I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE PUKING YOUR GUTS OUT AND HAVING BLACKOUTS! YOU GET YOUR ASS TO *SCHOOL*!" He doesn't understand how much pain I'm in, because he doesn't *have* all these weird problems. I feel like such a wuss for running away from him. I'm just too sensitive to listen to lectures. All my life, any time he yelled at me, I just burst into tears.

I can't stop crying lately. I feel worthless all the time because I'm not going to school, so I'm not getting anything accomplished. I also feel like I need constant attention. The other night, my mom was in her room, on the phone with Ron, Bobby was playing video games, and Zach and Sarah were in his room, making out. And I just felt so lonely. I'm just like... not myself lately. I'm usually all thrilled about every last part of life, but right now, everything seems to suck. I know it doesn't, I just... I need to make more friends, or something. Geez. Maybe if I smacked myself in the face, I'd feel better...

Well, I suppose I'll stop my whining now. Later.

--Holly

Wednesday, October 11, 2000

MILPOOL! NOOOO!

*Sigh*. My fish died. Skittlebrow is okay, but Milpool died. I'm terribly upset about it. *Sighs again*. My dad said he never wants to hear me say anything about him being mean to animals when I let my own fish die. I didn't want him to die, though! I don't even know what I did wrong...

Well... I'm sick. I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been sick for two weeks, for God's sake! It seems like I'd be better by now. I was even throwing up blood the other night. My doctor said it was because I have scratches in my throat from coughing too much, and when I swallow the mucus, it makes me nauseated, and then I throw up the blood. Tell me *that*'s not gross. *Shudders*.

I tell ya, Zach's got to stop accusing Sarah of stuff. On Saturday, Bobby, Zach, Sarah, and I went to Mom's house to hang out with her and her new boyfriend, Ron. Zach and I went to pick Sarah up, and the minute she got in the car, he kissed her and said, "Your breath smells like smoke! Have you been smoking?!" She gave him her word that she hadn't been, but that wasn't good enough for him! He kept saying stuff like, "Sarah's been smoking, she's probably got a pack of ciggaretts in her pocket right now!" So she ignored him, and just sat there, fuming. But pretty soon, Zach was like, "Either Sarah stops ignoring me, or she's not going to have a boyfriend much longer." Then he started swearing at her, using every filthy word he could think of, and he even called my mom a whore! Mom kicked him out of the house, but he came back right after getting a Slurpee and gas. Well, geez. That boy needs to get some self control. I don't know why Sarah's put up with him for that long. Even Bobby was glad to see him gone when he left.

Well... I hope Ron's finally going to be the one for my mom this time. All these guys keep breaking her heart. She falls in love way too easily. But, dude... they say they love her, they want to marry her, and that they want to see other people. Geez. My mom can't afford another heartbreak. She really can't, so I hope so much that this guy is going to stick around, and not let her down. I like this guy, too. He actually has good taste in music! He listens to Creed and Matchbox Twenty instead of Kenny Rogers and Reba McIntyre. Amd he likes Tommy Boy. He must be cool. Welp... *crosses fingers* good luck to my mom.

Okay, I s'pose I'll go, do some mad libs now. See ya.

--"Holy" Holly Zintel

Thursday, October 5, 2000

Can't Get Enough of These Surveys...

HELP! I'M A HOPELESS SURVEY ADDICT!

FULL NAME: Holly Rachael Zintel.
NICKNAMES: "Holy", "Daria", "Holly Ho-ho", and "Peanut."
DOB: February 28th, 1984
LOCATION: Flint, MI.
SIBLINGS: Z-bear. Er, I mean, Zach. He has a diary, too. His name on here is ElZacho if you care.
PETS & NAMES: Kitties: Daria and Amy, Puppy: Chyna, Fish: Milpool and Skittlebrow.
HAIR COLOR: Brown and blonde.
HEIGHT: 5'6"... *gasp*... and a quarter!
EYE COLOR: Greenish blue.
SHOE SIZE: 11. It sucks because I used to be a ten, and I could buy shoes at Baker's, but not anymore! *Begins sobbing, then falls to her ugly shoes*.
SCHOOL: Mott Middle College.
GRADE: E. Oh! Iiiii see... I'm a freshmore.
BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND: Nuh-uh.
BEST FREIND *OR FRIENDS :)*: Mom and Sarah.
HAVE YOU EVER...
BEEN SWIMMING IN A PUBLIC FOUNTAIN? Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee! (Quitely) Yes.
RECIEVED AN UNEXPECTED PACKAGE IN THE MAIL? Yeah. A bunch of books and videos about getting a cool job. I think it was supposed to be for the guy next door, since he never goes to work.
RIDDEN ON A MOTORCYCLE? Can't say that I have.
EATEN ESCARGOT? Nope. I don't eat anything I can't pronounce, or identify as actual food.
BEEN ON A MISSION TRIP? If you count when Mom and I went to Vegas to meet Mike. Mission: Mike. Hee hee. We should have made a movie...
SCORED A HOLE IN ONE AT GOLF? Yeah, at Pirate's Park.
BEEN IN AN AMBULANCE? I don't believe so.
LAUGHED SO HARD YOU WET YOUR PANTS? Yeeeeah, act like it never happened to *you*...
THROWN UP ON A RIDE? No, but I cried a whole lot.
STOLEN SOMETHING? Three words: I have Napster.
VISITED THE GRAND CANYON? No, but Hoover Dam was sort of like it... uh, I think.
HAD A DOG TAKE YOU FOR A WALK? Nope. But I'd laugh if I saw that happening to anyone.
HAD SURGERY? When I had ingrown toenails, these doctors cut them out, and they said they'd never seen anyone bleed from the toes that much. I think that counts as surgery.
SEEN THE BACKSIDE OF A WATERFALL? On TV.
TOUCHED THE SKIN OF AN ELEPHANT? Yeah. When I was little, me, Zach, Tim, and Allison went to the circus (I didn't know it was wrong then), and rode elephants.
DANCED THE HULA? Probably when I was about four.
W0NDERED WHY THERE ARE BRAILLE DOTS ON THE KEYPAD OF THE DRIVEUP ATM? Braille dots?! I thought that was one of those connect-the-dots things. The people at the bank aren't going to be too happy with me...
RUN IN A MARATHON? Ha ha ha ha!
GIVEN MONEY TO A HOMELESS PERSON? Yeah.
WONDERED WHY THERE ARE INTERSTATE HIGHWAYS IN HAWAII? There are? *Now* I'll wonder about it...
THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO DIE? Yes. I thought I was drowning and my grandpa didn't notice. These two *really* hot guys saved me, though, and it was cool. I told them they were hot, and they thought it was funny because I was like, four years old.
BEEN TO A CONCERT? Yeah. 'Bout eight Amy Grant concerts (Michael W. Smith was usually there, too), two 'N Sync, one 98 Degrees, and a lot of Zach's band concerts.
WALKED INTO THE WRONG BATHROOM? I don't think so, but my dad's famous for that.
PUT SOMETHING IN THE MICROWAVE THAT DID NOT BELONG THERE? No.
BEEN RESCUED BY A LIFE GUARD? Yeah. The stupid swimming teacher pushed me off the diving board! Now I have a permanent fear of water...
BEEN ON A BLIND DATE? No.
GOTTEN BEAT UP? Yeah, in third grade, my brother beat me up for a couple of 6th grade chicks that sucked.
WRESTLED A PIG? No! Geez...
FAINTED? Uh-uh.
EXPERIENCED DEJA VU? I think I was asked this question in a previous life...
WALKED INTO A SLIDING DOOR? I believe so.
THANKED GOD FOR SOMETHING? Of course.
KISSED YOUR FRIENDS BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND? No.
TALKED TO SOMEONE ON THE PHONE FOR MORE THAN 2 HOURS? I don't think so, no.
BEEN IN A PARADE? No.
GOTTEN A TATTOO? Not unless you count the removable kind that say "'N Sync."
BEEN ON TV? I thought I would be after the whole Clinton thing at my school, but I think the ABC 12 people heard me say that I didn't like the president.
KNOWN SOMEONE THAT WAS STRUCK BY LIGHTENING? Not unless you count my modem a person.
SEEN AN OPERA? On TV.
BEEN LOCKED OUT OF YOUR HOUSE? Uh-huh. Waiting in the freezing cold without a coat sucks.
WALKED OR TALKED IN YOUR SLEEP? Just sang.
RUN AWAY FROM HOME? Nope.
GONE OUT WITH SOMEONE WHEN YOU WERE ON THE REBOUND FROM ANOTHER RELATIONSHIP? No, but that sounds more exciting than not having a relationship at all in the first place!
HAD A MIRACLE HAPPEN TO YOU? Yeah.
BEEN TRAPPED IN AN ELEVATOR? Mmhmm.
RIDDEN IN A LIMOUSINE? I don't think so.
HAD MORE THAN ONE DATE IN A DAY? No. How Quinnish.
BEEN CALLED INTO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE? Yeah. She wanted to take me out to lunch.
DEVELOPED A FRIENDSHIP OVER THE INTERNET? Plenty of 'em. And those two jerks who abandoned me must die! Er, I mean, cry! I'll bet they cry a lot without me! Heh... heh... (nervously glances around).
DONE SOMETHING REALLY WILD AND DANGEROUS? Not really.
BEEN KISSING SOMEONE WHILE YOU WERE THINKING OF SOMEONE ELSE? Yeah. I was kissing my cat, Amy, and I thought she was my other cat, Daria. Boy, I felt stupid...
FELT COMPLETELY HAPPY? Yeah. This time when I had a banana Slurpee *and* stuffing!
RIDDEN IN A HOT AIR BALLOON? No.
HAD A B-DAY WISH COME TRUE? No. The Little Mermaid never came to my house, Danny never asked me out, and Daria and Trent never hooked up. *Sigh*.
SLIPPED AND FALLEN IN THE SHOWER? Yeah. It sucked. I got soap in my eye and couldn't see Drew Carey good.
SKINNED A DEER? Ah! Hello?! Huge animal rights fanatic!
YELLED AT A TEACHER? No.
SMELLED YOUR OWN BAD BREATH? Well, *I* thought it smelled good.
BEEN WHITE-WATER RAFTING? Nope.
WALKED ALONG A BEACH IN THE MOONLIGHT? Yeah. My family and I used to go on vacation to Tawas, MI every year, and we stayed at the Holiday Inn on the beach.
TOUCHED A PENGUIN? At the zoo. Zoos are wrong. Don't give them money.
BEEN IN A CAR ACCIDENT? Uh-huh.
HAD SOMEONE FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU? This creepy dude.
HAD FRIENDS WHO ARE A LOT OLDER THAN YOU? Yeah.
GONE COW TIPPING? Whoever wrote this survey sucks, and no, for Heaven's sake!
WANTED TO GO TO THE MOON? No.
BEEN TICKLED SO HARD THAT YOU CRIED? Yeah.
BEEN IN A HURRICANE OR TORNADO

Wednesday, October 4, 2000

AAAAA!!!!! A WEEK TO LIVE!!!

That's right, I'm actually going to write about the *theme*! I've never done that before! Anyway, seeing as a huge asteroid is going to hit the Earth in seven days, I'd better do something about it.

To do before I die:

1. Cry for at least five hours into my cats' and dog's fur.
2. Talk my parents into letting me alternate between their houses twelve times a day.
3. Hug everyone in my family.
4. Finish a freaking story!
5. Say goodbye to all my online friends, and go see them all.
6. Go to Vegas one last time (oh wait, I can squeeze this into the above one. Never mind).
7. Confess to dude I'm in love with that I'm in love with him.
8. Have a quickie wedding.
9. Lose virginity.
10. Adopt two kids and name them Autumn Kate and Jesse Scott.
11. Spend a buncha time with everybody I love.
12. Read the Bible and pray more than I've ever prayed before.

Yup. I wonder if I could squeeze all of that into a week... Hmm... Well, let's hope I'll never have to find out. See ya!

--Holly the "Holy" Zintel ():-)

FISH RULE!!! WOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yo! Guess what I did today?! Not a whole lot... I'm still sick, and a chick at the doctor's office who wasn't my doctor said I have bronchitis. So, that sucks. Anyway, me, Zach, and Sarah went to Wal-Mart and got some fish for me. Two fish. So they can have sex so I don't have to pay for more fish. Their names are Milpool and Skittlebrow. They're cool.

Show of the day: Port Charles.
Song of the day: "Can't Lose What You Never Had" by Westlife.
Movie of the Day: Office Space.
Person who sucks of the day: Tom Sloane from Daria.
Cartoon Character of the Day: Franklin Sherman from The Critic.

Yup. How 'bout that. Bye.

--New Fish Owner,
Holly the "Holy" Zintel ():-)

Tuesday, October 3, 2000

Another Stolen Survey!

Basics...
Today's Date: 10-2-00.
Astrological sign: Pisces.
Eye color: Bluish green.
Hair color: It's brown, but I put blonde highlights in it, 'cause they say stupid people are blonde, and I'm sort of stupid, but not all that stupid, so I'm sort of blonde.
Height: 5'6"
Favorites...
A color you like to wear (not fav color): Uh... when it's hot, I like to wear white so I don't melt into a puddle.
A flower you would like to grow in a garden: Zinnias. I don't know what those are, but Diane Long always writes about them in her Daria fan fic' series.
Your lucky number: 9.
A City you would like to visit: New York, so I can see where Daria's made.
Music you prefer to listen to when alone: It doesn't matter if I'm alone or not, but Scarlet Road, Mystik Spiral, boy bands, Amy Grant, "Weird Al" Yankovic, and Michael W. Smith.
The best sex music: Ha ha ha ha ha hee hee hee hee ha ha ha! Uh, how 'bout "Digital Get Down" by 'N Sync or "Caress Me Down" by Sublime, or something hilariously dirty like that.
bands/c.d.'s you listen to lately: 98 Degrees' Revelation, Plus One, and Mandy Moore's I Wanna Be With You.
A movie you can watch over and over: "Is It Fall Yet?", "Ten Things I Hate About You", "Where the Heart Is", "Final Destination", "Nothing to Lose", "Simply Irresistable", "Office Space", and "Austin Powers 2."
Your favorite clothing: Daria shirt and jeans.
Your favorite place to sit at home: The couch.
A motto you like to live by: "All I need to know, I learned from Daria."
Your watch: It's got the Daria logo on it, and it's worked for three years. When it dies, I'm getting another Daria watch.
Your cologne: Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin from Bath & Body Works and Bottled Emotions: Romance.
Your prized possession: My entire collection of Daria stuff.
Your most expensive possession: I don't know, my family buys everything for me.
If your house was on fire and you could only save 4 items what would they be? My pictures.
Friends...
3 traits you look for in a friend: Doesn't hate me, isn't a jerk, and loves Daria.
friend you have known longest: Mom.
friend you miss most: Randi.
Your 3 best qualities: Uh... best? Well... I'm nice sometimes. People tell me I'm funny at times, and they don't always mean funny looking. And um... I got nothin'.
Your 3 worst: Bad listener, not patriotic enough, have a tendancy to pinch people who eat meat.
Things you are often complimented for: People either like or are amazed by my collection of Daria-related items.
You get embarrassed when: I trip over Norm MacDonald and land on Regis Philban. *Geez*, that's embarrassing...
Makes you happy: Daria, The Simpsons, driving to the French Laundry with my mom, hanging out at Great Lakes Crossing with my friends, writing stories, and talking to Rory. Ever talk to Rory? What a dude. Talk to Rory.
Upsets you: When people eat meat, when people hunt, and when people kick my dog. Stupid people.
Yes or No:
Do you keep a diary? Yeah. This one right here.
Do you like to cook? Yeah, but I suck at it. I'm trying to get better.
Do you have a secret you have not shared with anyone? Yeah.
Do you fold your underwear? That was the secret! Ah, it's out! How will I go on now?!
Do you talk in your sleep? Sometimes I sing in my sleep, but I don't think I've ever talked in my sleep.
Do you eat fast? Not unless I'm really hungry, or in a hurry.
Do you set your clock/watch a few minutes ahead? Well, I don't mean to, but it seems to turn out that way.
Do you believe in love? Yeah.


the end...

Well, this survey kind of sucked, didn't it? Oh well.

People Would Be Less Depressed If...

You know, some people think that life sucks. I've been reading people's diaries, and geez. Just about every last person was like, "Yesterday, I ate some cereal, went to the mall, watched The Simpsons, and tried to kill myself because life is depressing." My God! That's not the way I think of life at all. I feel terrible for anyone who thinks that way. And so, here are some suggestions that I have to make everyone else's life as cool as mine seems sometimes.

Ways To Make Life Less Depressing

1. Stop listening to Eminem and start listening to "Weird Al" Yankovic.
2. On your lunch break, go to Chuck E. Cheese and play some Ski-Ball.
3. If work or school gets too hard, call in sick, suck all the goo out of those nifty new Twizzlers, and use them as straws to drink root beer through while you watch Ernest Scared Stupid.
4. Instead of the news, watch Johnny Bravvo.
5. Go to Bath & Body Works and buy some of that Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin perfume I got... ohhhh, that stuff's good...
6. Choose an Office Space character to act like for the day. No one will know what the hell you're doing, but *you'll* be entertained!
7. When a new episode of Daria comes on, take an interest in a main character like Jake. When he comes on, you'll be so glad to see him, you'll crack up at everything he says. The next day, when taking your history exam, you'll *still* be laughing, and the pressure of the test won't get to you so much.
8. Act like Rosie O'Donnel all the time. I do. All you have to do is eat a lot, sing all the time, and quote a TV character in every one of your conversations.
9. Write to a restaurant like the Olive Garden, and tell them there was a bug in your food, even if there wasn't. They'll send you a coupon for a free meal.
10. Try not to think about polar bears.
11. When a problem comes along, ask yourself, "What would Mr. Bean do...?"
12. If you want to get in with the popular group, show them a picture of a *really* hot guy, and tell them you're going out with him. They'll follow you around all the time just to get a glimpse of him, and people will think you're cool.
13. When a waitress asks for your drink order, say, "I don't know... I'm sort of in a Spriteful mood today... what do you suggest I do about it?"
14. Go, see my grandma and grandpa Z. They're really hilarious because they fight all the time.
15. Don't watch Fear on MTV. It'll make you paranoid.
16. Get a really different pet, like a flamingo. Then hang a sign on your house that says, "Come, see the flamingo! $2!" You make money that way, plus it'd be funny to have around.
17. Get padded walls in your bedroom, but get them in leopard print, or tye-dyed.
18. Get a religion. Most of the people I see who are depressed don't have one. If nothing else, a religion gives you hope that you're going someplace really sweet when you die instead of nowhere.
19. Volunteer at the soup kitchen. Not only will you be helping people out, but you'll see that you could have a much better reason to be depressed.
20. If you're ugly, either don't look at beauty magazines, or get a makeover, for God's sake.

Welp, kids! There you have it. If you have something that got you over a depression, leave a note on here, or E-mail me. If you don't have an idea, keep your mouth shut.

Monday, October 2, 2000

What? Huh? (My ears are plugged.) 'S'that?

How come I can never get over a cold? Everyone passes the stupid virus around, like it's so derned easy for them to get rid of, and then they all dump it on poor, innocent Holly, who can't GIVE THE FRICKIN' COLD *AWAY*! I always get stuck with this kid of bull crap... And now I can't even hear anything.

The phone's probably ringing, and the dog is probably whining to get it, but I can't hear, so I'll just sit here and tell you about what's going on in my utterly fascinating life.

Sarah has been a little freaked out lately. Yesterday, we watched Final Destination together, and she's all, "Oh no! Everything I write about comes true! I've been writing about people dying! It could happen!" I told her never to put me in one of her stories again.

Anyway, what's Sarah said seems to be true for both of us. We're writers. She writes stories about her life, and I write stories about Daria. However, recently, I figured, why not give what Sarah writes about a shot? So, I've been writing a story called "The 1st" about how Sarah and Zach have a baby out of wedlock and get married. Then I get terribly jealous of a girl, and get plastic surgery to look just like her. Then no one can tell us apart, and it's stupid, but it's fun to write. So, my point is, DEAR *GOD*, that had better not come true!

In my other story, "Ideal Identity," which I started writing at the beginning of the summer, my mom found a guy online, and my whole family (including all my friends, somehow), moved to Vegas. Then, in real life, Mom meets this online guy, Mike, and he flies us out to Vegas, where he lives, and starts saying how he wants to marry my mom, and move us out there. Tell me that's not creepy. AH! Sarah and I have got to stop writing, or I'm going to end up all weird and mangled, Zach's going to fall down the stairs and develop amnesia, and 'N Sync is going to come to Sarah's school to saranade her. Well... I guess it wouldn't turn out so bad in Sarah's case... BUT, *I'VE* GOTTA STOP WRITING! I'm sticking to Daria stories...

--Sick, Sad Animal Rights Chica and Daria Stalker,
Holly the "Holy" Zintel ():-)