Well, the theme says I can have dinner with three people, living or dead. But are Daria and Johnny Bravo living, dead, or nonexistant in real life? Hmm...
Oh well. I'll just pick some cool living and dead people. How 'bout Julia Stiles, Jonathan Jackson and Albert Einstein.
Julia Stiles rules! In fact, my two favorite movies (besides the Daria movie, of course) are Ten Things I Hate About You and Save the Last Dance. I can't decide which movie I like better, the both completely rule. Julia is a vegetarian, an awesome actress and dancer, and like, the leader of all females. She's cool in every way possible. That hair just can't be beat.
I've watched General Hospital with my mom since I was a baby, and I was about nine years old when Jonathan Jackson joined the cast. He was Lucky, the hottest guy on the show... or anywhere, for that matter. I collected pictures of him to put in photo albums and to hang on my walls, I watched episodes of GH that contained him repeatedly, and I read every article I could find that was about him, or even his brother, Richard. Jonathan Jackson is a vegetarian, an awesome actor, a great singer and guitarist in his band Scarlet Road, and he's the only perfect male I've ever seen. Wish I could marry that guy... *Dang*, what a hottie!
Albert Einstein was so cool, and everyone knows it. He dropped out of high school, and was still the smartest guy like, ever. Albert Einstein was a vegetarian, too, and that was the coolest thing about him, as far as I'm concerned. He realized that killing animals was wrong. Of course, it doesn't take a genius to figure that out out (just look at me).
Alrighty then. So I'm planning on having a vegan dinner with Julia Stiles, Jonathan Jackson and Albert Einstein tomorrow night. If they don't show up, I'll probably just eat with Mom, Zach and Sarah. See ya!
--Holly the "Holy" Zintel ():-)
Wednesday, January 31, 2001
Friday, January 19, 2001
My web page reeks of awesomeness!
That's right! My web page is new and improved! To see the niftiness of it all, head over to geocities.com/shipperholly. It'll be fun. You could sign the guestbook, check out the hottie of the month, or vote for which Daria fan fiction Holly should finish at Dariaholics Anonymous! Hurray! See ya.
--"Holy"
--"Holy"
Wednesday, January 10, 2001
My Fur Babies
Well, since I'm in such a confusing state of depression, I'm going to write a theme entry.
When I was a little girl, all I really wanted out of life was a husband, and a cat. When I didn't get either one, I cried to my mom about it. One year for Christmas, I got a feisty tiger cat named, and I named her Tinsel Blitzen Zintel. Tinsel didn't like to be held, but she was fun to play with, and she was a gorgeous cat. She even won a beauty contest we entered her in at the grocery store! Tinsel wasn't very affectionate most of the time, but when my parents were going through their divorce, Tinsie slept on my legs, and purred herself to sleep, and I loved that. One night, I was over at my grandma Shoup's house (my mom was living there at the time) and my brother was online while I was doing my homework. Zach got an IM from my dad, who informed him that Tinsel had been killed. She'd gotten hit by a car. Although I felt bad, for some reason, I didn't even cry. My mom and my brother cried all the time, and I expected myself to do the same... I didn't. I still don't understand that.
After my mom moved into her own house, and got married to my now ex-step-dad, we went to the Humane Society to pick out a cat. Everyone wanted the tiny gray tiger cat that was making all kinds of trouble in his cage. But I had my eye on a brownish-colored tiger cat who kissed my hands through her cage. Since my brother was allowed to pick out a dog, he didn't care too much that I was allowed to get the cat I wanted. I named her Stacy, because she looked like she was crying all the time, like one of my favorite Daria characters, Stacy. Stacy was only around for two weeks. My stupid step-dad, Chuck, crushed her in the couch by accident. I cried *a lot* the day Stacy died... she'd always been so sweet to me... she never got sick of being held.
At the same time I got Stacy, my brother got a really hyper black and white dog. She liked the wrestle with everyone, and she looked like a guy dog, so he named her Chyna, after the manish wrestler. Chyna's settle down quite a bit now, and she's a real sweetie. She comforts me when I'm sad, and I do the same for her.
We were so upset about Stacy's death, and my mom thought I'd probably like another cat right away, so we went to the Humane Society. I wanted a little gray tiger cat who didn't mind being held, and she was really shaky. My mom said she shook like Daria did when Trent took her to get her belly button pierced, so I named her Daria, and wanted to get her. But Mom liked a bigger gray tiger who seemed really sweet. I wasn't about to give up Daria, though. And she wasn't about to give up that cat. So, we got both cats. Mom named her cat Amy. Amy's not exactly as sweet as she seemed that first day... she's actually pretty mean! But she's gorgeous, and she looks just like Tinsel. We love Amy, Daria, and Chyna. They're our cute little fur babies.
When I was a little girl, all I really wanted out of life was a husband, and a cat. When I didn't get either one, I cried to my mom about it. One year for Christmas, I got a feisty tiger cat named, and I named her Tinsel Blitzen Zintel. Tinsel didn't like to be held, but she was fun to play with, and she was a gorgeous cat. She even won a beauty contest we entered her in at the grocery store! Tinsel wasn't very affectionate most of the time, but when my parents were going through their divorce, Tinsie slept on my legs, and purred herself to sleep, and I loved that. One night, I was over at my grandma Shoup's house (my mom was living there at the time) and my brother was online while I was doing my homework. Zach got an IM from my dad, who informed him that Tinsel had been killed. She'd gotten hit by a car. Although I felt bad, for some reason, I didn't even cry. My mom and my brother cried all the time, and I expected myself to do the same... I didn't. I still don't understand that.
After my mom moved into her own house, and got married to my now ex-step-dad, we went to the Humane Society to pick out a cat. Everyone wanted the tiny gray tiger cat that was making all kinds of trouble in his cage. But I had my eye on a brownish-colored tiger cat who kissed my hands through her cage. Since my brother was allowed to pick out a dog, he didn't care too much that I was allowed to get the cat I wanted. I named her Stacy, because she looked like she was crying all the time, like one of my favorite Daria characters, Stacy. Stacy was only around for two weeks. My stupid step-dad, Chuck, crushed her in the couch by accident. I cried *a lot* the day Stacy died... she'd always been so sweet to me... she never got sick of being held.
At the same time I got Stacy, my brother got a really hyper black and white dog. She liked the wrestle with everyone, and she looked like a guy dog, so he named her Chyna, after the manish wrestler. Chyna's settle down quite a bit now, and she's a real sweetie. She comforts me when I'm sad, and I do the same for her.
We were so upset about Stacy's death, and my mom thought I'd probably like another cat right away, so we went to the Humane Society. I wanted a little gray tiger cat who didn't mind being held, and she was really shaky. My mom said she shook like Daria did when Trent took her to get her belly button pierced, so I named her Daria, and wanted to get her. But Mom liked a bigger gray tiger who seemed really sweet. I wasn't about to give up Daria, though. And she wasn't about to give up that cat. So, we got both cats. Mom named her cat Amy. Amy's not exactly as sweet as she seemed that first day... she's actually pretty mean! But she's gorgeous, and she looks just like Tinsel. We love Amy, Daria, and Chyna. They're our cute little fur babies.
Friday, January 5, 2001
Starting the new year with a nervous breakdown
New Year's Eve was fine. Family, friends, MTV. 2001 is here, and I should feel awesome about starting a brand new year.
It's not turning out that way. The normally cheery me is turning into a weird, I don't know myself anymore me. I got my mom Pink's CD for Christmas. The other day, we were in the car, listening to the song, "Split Personality," and I thought... that is me. Pink had a girl in her mind that was telling her what to do. I never realized it before, but I think I have a split personality. Something in my head tells me to do my obsessive-compulsive rituals, and such.
I've been fighting with myself lately, telling my obsessive-compulsive BS to shut up. After fighting with myself, I'm not in any kind of mood to argue with someone else. Well, the other day, Sarah, Zach and I were riding along in Zach's car. They were acting all cutsie for a while, then they started arguing about pointless things. A deep feeling of loneliness washed over me, and I began crying very quietly as I plugged my ears to drain their arguing out. After a couple of minutes, they glanced over and noticed how upset I appeared. They questioned me about my sad state, but all I could do was whisper (extremly softly), "I can't talk about it with anyone." Everything was silent in the car until we got to my mom's house.
I was supposed to wake my mom up when we got there, so I did. She asked how things had been going that afternoon, and all I could do was burst into tears once again. She asked me what was wrong, and I couldn't tell her. I couldn't tell *Mom* what was wrong with me. My best friend, my soulmate, the person I've never kept *anything* from. My incapability of sharing my demons with her made us both weirded out. She reassured me that I could tell her *anything* at all, but I just couldn't say it. I had a really heavy cry on her shoulder. As I thought about all the stress I'd been under about what was going on in my head, and what was going on in the real world, I got all shaken up, and began crying hysterically.
I hyperventalated, and couldn't stop, even after I took my inhaler. Through my tears, I tried to tell a very startled Sarah what was going on with me, but she just kept saying, "I can't understand you." It turns out, I'd been talking way faster than I'd thought I was talking. I was running all my words together, and no one knew I was even trying to *say* anything.
I calmed down after watching "Where the Heart Is," but when I went to bed, I felt sick to my stomach, and started gagging, and having dry heaves. I threw up a couple of times, and then I went into these violent full-body spasms. My mom was afraid I was going to snap my neck.
The next day, I couldn't go to school. I was so sore, and I still felt nauseated. I couldn't go to school yesterday, either. I was so sore all night long, I didn't get to sleep until five AM. I can't possibly go to school tomorrow because I have such horrible back and neck pain, I wouldn't be able to *walk*. My brother called today to see if I was coming to stay with my dad tonight. In the background, I heard my dad screaming about how furious her was at me from missing school for two days. That's how much he cares that I'm sick.
So... I've been pretty down. Yes, me. Holly Zintel, the optimist. But I know that God only gives us obstacles we can handle. It'll be hard, but I'll be able to handle this all of this. Whatever will be shall be, I suppose. See ya.
--Nervous wreck,
Holly the "Holy" Zintel ():-\
It's not turning out that way. The normally cheery me is turning into a weird, I don't know myself anymore me. I got my mom Pink's CD for Christmas. The other day, we were in the car, listening to the song, "Split Personality," and I thought... that is me. Pink had a girl in her mind that was telling her what to do. I never realized it before, but I think I have a split personality. Something in my head tells me to do my obsessive-compulsive rituals, and such.
I've been fighting with myself lately, telling my obsessive-compulsive BS to shut up. After fighting with myself, I'm not in any kind of mood to argue with someone else. Well, the other day, Sarah, Zach and I were riding along in Zach's car. They were acting all cutsie for a while, then they started arguing about pointless things. A deep feeling of loneliness washed over me, and I began crying very quietly as I plugged my ears to drain their arguing out. After a couple of minutes, they glanced over and noticed how upset I appeared. They questioned me about my sad state, but all I could do was whisper (extremly softly), "I can't talk about it with anyone." Everything was silent in the car until we got to my mom's house.
I was supposed to wake my mom up when we got there, so I did. She asked how things had been going that afternoon, and all I could do was burst into tears once again. She asked me what was wrong, and I couldn't tell her. I couldn't tell *Mom* what was wrong with me. My best friend, my soulmate, the person I've never kept *anything* from. My incapability of sharing my demons with her made us both weirded out. She reassured me that I could tell her *anything* at all, but I just couldn't say it. I had a really heavy cry on her shoulder. As I thought about all the stress I'd been under about what was going on in my head, and what was going on in the real world, I got all shaken up, and began crying hysterically.
I hyperventalated, and couldn't stop, even after I took my inhaler. Through my tears, I tried to tell a very startled Sarah what was going on with me, but she just kept saying, "I can't understand you." It turns out, I'd been talking way faster than I'd thought I was talking. I was running all my words together, and no one knew I was even trying to *say* anything.
I calmed down after watching "Where the Heart Is," but when I went to bed, I felt sick to my stomach, and started gagging, and having dry heaves. I threw up a couple of times, and then I went into these violent full-body spasms. My mom was afraid I was going to snap my neck.
The next day, I couldn't go to school. I was so sore, and I still felt nauseated. I couldn't go to school yesterday, either. I was so sore all night long, I didn't get to sleep until five AM. I can't possibly go to school tomorrow because I have such horrible back and neck pain, I wouldn't be able to *walk*. My brother called today to see if I was coming to stay with my dad tonight. In the background, I heard my dad screaming about how furious her was at me from missing school for two days. That's how much he cares that I'm sick.
So... I've been pretty down. Yes, me. Holly Zintel, the optimist. But I know that God only gives us obstacles we can handle. It'll be hard, but I'll be able to handle this all of this. Whatever will be shall be, I suppose. See ya.
--Nervous wreck,
Holly the "Holy" Zintel ():-\
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