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Wednesday, October 11, 2006
A Short Story
The Pointless Night in the Basement
By Holly Zintel
"Tracey and Lou, Tracey and Lou, Tracey and Lou… they will get married and step in some glue!" Wendy sang cheerfully, in spite of herself, and her imminent illness.
She chuckled and then continued on, "Tracey and Lou, Tracey and Lou…"
The sounds of an awful baseball game continued on in the background of the basement… or at least, Holly wished it were in the background. The volume seemed to be increasing by the minute, if you asked her, and she didn't know how much longer she could listen to such meaningless tripe.
Luckily, at that moment, a car commercial came on the TV. Of course, Holly hated car commercials as well.
Just then, her mother muted the TV. Holly was more delighted than Monica Lewinsky at an all male review, which doubled as an all-you-can-eat buffet.
"You almost done, Mike?" Wendy asked suddenly.
"Mumble, grumble, grumble," Mike grumbled unceremoniously.
Suddenly, Wendy decided to lie down on the ab chair. She stretched out, apparently quite content with life. Little did she know, the ab chair expected her to do work, and a lot of it, at that. The chair forced her suddenly into doing all sorts of gross sit-ups. "Well," Wendy proclaimed, "now I have tight abs."
"That quick?" Mike mumble-grumbled.
"That quick. Abs of steel," Mom said.
Chapter 2
Holly Gets to Use the Internet
Holly didn't need to write any more of this meaningless story, as Mike was suddenly struck by an idea- he could eat four pieces of pickle loaf in a gross sandwich, perhaps stuffed with mayonnaise or some sort of nasty pickles. You know, pickles on pickle loaf? It seemed nasty to Holly, too.
Holly was sure he would burp all night long and, undoubtedly, keep her mother awake.
"It's time for Leno," Wendy swiftly proclaimed. "Should I turn it on… or do you want me to keep it on the baseball game?"
"Uh… I kind of want the game on," Mike mumble-grumbled selfishly.
"Sigh," Wendy sighed. "They'll be flicking the lights now, telling us it's time for Leno," she added dejectedly.
Holly was definitely ready to use the internet. Wendy peeked around the treadmill to see whether or not Mike was yet off the computer.
Just as Holly had suspected, he wasn't. "It just sits there; it won't go," Mike mumble-grumbled in a whiny voice.
Holly was rather disgusted, to say the least. After all, she and her mother had an 11:00 appointment on to take a "7 Deadly Sins" quiz on the internet.
"Can you un-mute it?" Mike asked rudely, in his usual whiny voice.
Wendy did.
Meanwhile, Amy ate from her adorable cat face-shaped bowl, and Daria bathed on top of the wardrobe. Wendy did not know what a "wardrobe" was, but Holly did. It was, in fact, a zipped up plastic thing in the middle of the basement, dividing Wendy and Mike's room from the… well, basement.
Amy licked her chops, now directly next to Holly and Wendy. She stared at Holly. Clearly, she was contemplating eating Holly. Holly did not care for this tactic at all.
"You missed the best part of the story," Wendy pointed out sadly as Mike, once again whined, "Man, this is slow!" He didn't, however, make any attempt to get off of the computer or, in fact, do anything useful to help the situation at all.
Holly was beginning to get rather disgusted. And by "beginning," she, of course, meant, "boiled over with anger."
"It's over," Mike mumble-grumbled annoyingly. "Turn it to 25."
"What?" Wendy asked, puzzled.
"IT'S OVER. Turn it to 25," Mike demanded in a decidedly… mumbly-grumbly way.
Suddenly, to make a happy ending for the story, Holly decided to eat some Jolly Ranchers as Barbara Streissand yelled, "SHUT THE F*** UP!" Ms. Streissand then went on to win 25 awards for her hilarious outfit in The Owl and the Pussycat.
"Man, this is frustrating," Mike mumble-grumbled.
Holly decided to turn him into a pug dog with her special Harry Potter-oriented powers. She has her gay boys behind her in spirit always, and also summoned their special "gay powers" to help.
Monday, March 3, 2003
Try Pie, Try
'Ey folks! I-- *pauses to cough, hack and blow nose* --I've had a cold for the last four days... which means, I had the cold Friday, on my birthday. Ugh. Somehow, though, I still managed to have a decent B-day. Zach made me a hilarious birthday card that only cool people would get, seeing as only uncool people don't watch the internet cartoon, Weebl and Bob *Nods enthusiastically, pointing at link*
Oh yes, and Z also got me some Powerpuff Girls floormats for my car! Eeeee! *Momentarily contains glee in tupperware bowl* After I recieved my gift from Z-bear, he, Tracey and I went to meet Dad at Ruggero's for my Birthday Pizza Special and some sort of delectable cookie die pie. *Drools* Mmmm, pie...
Tracey got me a book that I immediately became addicted to called If Only It Were True by Marc Levy. It's about Lauren, a girl who's been in an irreversable coma for six months, yet the "ghost" of her (even though she's not dead) can hang out at her old appartment with the guy who lives there now. Arthur, the dude who lives there, is the only person who can hear, see and feel Lauren. He falls in love with this "ghost" of a girl whom he's never really met, but he's got to talk her doctors and mother out of taking Lauren off life support, or the "ghost" Lauren he's in love with can no longer be with him. *Sniffs, not from the cold* It's awesome, everyone must read it immediately!
Guess what else I found to read? This series of amazingly hilarious, sweet, tear-jerker, edge-of-your-computer-seat Harry/Hermione fics! They're called The Hermione Stories by Mena Baines, and I highly reccomend them to everyone! Oooh, especially "Hermione and the Muggles"... but you do have to read the whole series!
Oh dude, I forgot to mention, my dad gave me a bunch of candy and a card saying he's going to take me to pick out my car stereo as soon as I get my license! Woo hoo! Anyway, Saturday, Zach, Dad and I went to the Olive Garden with my Aunt Barb, Unlce Don, cousin Lindsay and Lindsay's boyfriend, Trevor. The evening started out very grumpily, as it was a freezing day, the Olive Garden was packed so full that we had an hour wait ahead of us, and my cousin, Jenny, was on a ski trip with her boyfriend. However, once everyone had eaten and Dad, Zach and Trevor had told plenty of dirty jokes, the evening turned out to be a lot of fun. I ordered some tirimisu, and everyone thought I was an attention hog, since I told the waitress it was my birthday. The waitress yelled, "HEY, EVERYBODY! IT'S HOLLY'S 19TH BIRTHDAY! LET'S ALL SING TO HER!" and then the entire restaurant sang to me! I thought it was jolly good fun, but my family just looked at me like an alien had recently crawled out of my stomach. *Shrugs* Oh well.
Say, guess what? In theatre practice Wednesday, Lori informed us that we'll be doing 4 small plays for our performance this semester! In my play, Wanda's Visit, I play Wana, a derranged yet hilarious nutcase who's a little too vocal about her genital herpes, and Nick & Shawna play Jim & Marsha, the poor couple with whom Wanda will be staying with. *Grins and gives a thumbs-up*
--Holly :-D
Oh yes, and Z also got me some Powerpuff Girls floormats for my car! Eeeee! *Momentarily contains glee in tupperware bowl* After I recieved my gift from Z-bear, he, Tracey and I went to meet Dad at Ruggero's for my Birthday Pizza Special and some sort of delectable cookie die pie. *Drools* Mmmm, pie...
Tracey got me a book that I immediately became addicted to called If Only It Were True by Marc Levy. It's about Lauren, a girl who's been in an irreversable coma for six months, yet the "ghost" of her (even though she's not dead) can hang out at her old appartment with the guy who lives there now. Arthur, the dude who lives there, is the only person who can hear, see and feel Lauren. He falls in love with this "ghost" of a girl whom he's never really met, but he's got to talk her doctors and mother out of taking Lauren off life support, or the "ghost" Lauren he's in love with can no longer be with him. *Sniffs, not from the cold* It's awesome, everyone must read it immediately!
Guess what else I found to read? This series of amazingly hilarious, sweet, tear-jerker, edge-of-your-computer-seat Harry/Hermione fics! They're called The Hermione Stories by Mena Baines, and I highly reccomend them to everyone! Oooh, especially "Hermione and the Muggles"... but you do have to read the whole series!
Oh dude, I forgot to mention, my dad gave me a bunch of candy and a card saying he's going to take me to pick out my car stereo as soon as I get my license! Woo hoo! Anyway, Saturday, Zach, Dad and I went to the Olive Garden with my Aunt Barb, Unlce Don, cousin Lindsay and Lindsay's boyfriend, Trevor. The evening started out very grumpily, as it was a freezing day, the Olive Garden was packed so full that we had an hour wait ahead of us, and my cousin, Jenny, was on a ski trip with her boyfriend. However, once everyone had eaten and Dad, Zach and Trevor had told plenty of dirty jokes, the evening turned out to be a lot of fun. I ordered some tirimisu, and everyone thought I was an attention hog, since I told the waitress it was my birthday. The waitress yelled, "HEY, EVERYBODY! IT'S HOLLY'S 19TH BIRTHDAY! LET'S ALL SING TO HER!" and then the entire restaurant sang to me! I thought it was jolly good fun, but my family just looked at me like an alien had recently crawled out of my stomach. *Shrugs* Oh well.
Say, guess what? In theatre practice Wednesday, Lori informed us that we'll be doing 4 small plays for our performance this semester! In my play, Wanda's Visit, I play Wana, a derranged yet hilarious nutcase who's a little too vocal about her genital herpes, and Nick & Shawna play Jim & Marsha, the poor couple with whom Wanda will be staying with. *Grins and gives a thumbs-up*
--Holly :-D
Tuesday, February 11, 2003
Evil, Threat-Bearing Valentine Cookies
I had such an awesome night in theatre practice Wednesday! First, we went around the circle we always start the class in, and talked about what had happened in our week. I swear, theatre people have the coolest lives! Wednesday, I found out that James and Frankie are practically famous! Those two have actually been in movies. I had to ask them, "What are you doing in Flint, MI at Mott Community College's theatre class?" Turns out, their families are here. *Shrugs* So that's sweet!
When Kyle clapped his hands together and exclaimed, "Let's get ready to pantomime!" Lori pleasantly surprised us all by announcing that we'd actually be doing improv. I was thrilled to find out that we were even doing my favorite kind of improv, which can be compared to (or even called a rip-off of) Whose Line is It Anyway?.
During improv, everybody came up with some really great stuff. Kyle played a plastic surgeon who accidentally gave Shawna breast implants, Ivory and I decided to polka for beer (even though I don't drink), Kim O.D.ed on drugs while being Don's cab driver to the movie made up of previews he was seeing with James and Steve, then Shawna confessed in a whisper, from the floor, that she sees dead people.
Toward the end of the class, my partner, Frankie had to leave, as did Rachael's partner, April, so us two kids hung out. As Rachael examined the pictures on my notebook, she voiced the fact that she also feels Daria is best thing to ever happen to television viewers. It was also quite a breath of fresh air (no pun intended) to find out that Rachael is a non-smoker! Don't get me wrong, I think Leah, Kyle and Larry are some of the spiffiest kids on the block, but smokers like them and asthmatics like myself don't always mix. Personally, the only thing I might light with fire and inhale is a scented candle, not a cigarette. So I find that Rachael's definitely a near chickeroo.
This week's essay topic for English was… *echo effect* DESCRIBE SOMEONE YOU KNOW… *end echo effect*. My essay was a very sappily descriptive tribute to my mom and best buddy, Wendy G. Killbreath, called "Living With an Angel." My teacher had us get together in groups of four and beta-read each other's papers. I was in a group with two kids I went to high school with and one with which I didn't. Terrence and Trish told me they were shocked at how extroverted I seem to be when, at Carman-Ainsworth, I was the shyest kid they knew. They said they could definitely tell I'm all about theatre now. Ooh, and they also mentioned that they very much like my paper and they, too, think my mom sounds marvelously angelic! *Proudly holds up essay*
Yesterday, I went to the Grandparents' house with Mom, Mike, Zach and our luffly dog, Chyna, to make Valentine cookies for Mom's work friends. Well… actually, Grandpa, Zach and Mike all sat in the living room and watched The Best of Adam Sandler while Grandma, Mom and I made the cookies. I happily sat at the table, making an intricate icing drawing on the first cookie that was passed to me. Everyone was thrilled with my yummy-looking masterpiece, and I was very pleased with my work. But then Grandma took another batch of heart-shaped dough out of the oven, and I realized we had about 5,608 more cookies to decorate. From that point on, the Holly-painted cookies looked a lot more like glittery sprinkles thrown onto frosting than edible works of art. After a while, Zach came out to the kitchen to see how the cookies were coming (in other words, to see if he could eat any) and decided he would "help" us decorate the cookies. Seeing that Mom's cookies had love messages on them, Zach decided to make some that said such things as "DIE", "I HATE YOU", and "THIS WAS ON THE FLOOR". He got about four of them done before Mom noticed and scraped the frosting off. *Thumbs up*
When Kyle clapped his hands together and exclaimed, "Let's get ready to pantomime!" Lori pleasantly surprised us all by announcing that we'd actually be doing improv. I was thrilled to find out that we were even doing my favorite kind of improv, which can be compared to (or even called a rip-off of) Whose Line is It Anyway?.
During improv, everybody came up with some really great stuff. Kyle played a plastic surgeon who accidentally gave Shawna breast implants, Ivory and I decided to polka for beer (even though I don't drink), Kim O.D.ed on drugs while being Don's cab driver to the movie made up of previews he was seeing with James and Steve, then Shawna confessed in a whisper, from the floor, that she sees dead people.
Toward the end of the class, my partner, Frankie had to leave, as did Rachael's partner, April, so us two kids hung out. As Rachael examined the pictures on my notebook, she voiced the fact that she also feels Daria is best thing to ever happen to television viewers. It was also quite a breath of fresh air (no pun intended) to find out that Rachael is a non-smoker! Don't get me wrong, I think Leah, Kyle and Larry are some of the spiffiest kids on the block, but smokers like them and asthmatics like myself don't always mix. Personally, the only thing I might light with fire and inhale is a scented candle, not a cigarette. So I find that Rachael's definitely a near chickeroo.
This week's essay topic for English was… *echo effect* DESCRIBE SOMEONE YOU KNOW… *end echo effect*. My essay was a very sappily descriptive tribute to my mom and best buddy, Wendy G. Killbreath, called "Living With an Angel." My teacher had us get together in groups of four and beta-read each other's papers. I was in a group with two kids I went to high school with and one with which I didn't. Terrence and Trish told me they were shocked at how extroverted I seem to be when, at Carman-Ainsworth, I was the shyest kid they knew. They said they could definitely tell I'm all about theatre now. Ooh, and they also mentioned that they very much like my paper and they, too, think my mom sounds marvelously angelic! *Proudly holds up essay*
Yesterday, I went to the Grandparents' house with Mom, Mike, Zach and our luffly dog, Chyna, to make Valentine cookies for Mom's work friends. Well… actually, Grandpa, Zach and Mike all sat in the living room and watched The Best of Adam Sandler while Grandma, Mom and I made the cookies. I happily sat at the table, making an intricate icing drawing on the first cookie that was passed to me. Everyone was thrilled with my yummy-looking masterpiece, and I was very pleased with my work. But then Grandma took another batch of heart-shaped dough out of the oven, and I realized we had about 5,608 more cookies to decorate. From that point on, the Holly-painted cookies looked a lot more like glittery sprinkles thrown onto frosting than edible works of art. After a while, Zach came out to the kitchen to see how the cookies were coming (in other words, to see if he could eat any) and decided he would "help" us decorate the cookies. Seeing that Mom's cookies had love messages on them, Zach decided to make some that said such things as "DIE", "I HATE YOU", and "THIS WAS ON THE FLOOR". He got about four of them done before Mom noticed and scraped the frosting off. *Thumbs up*
Monday, February 3, 2003
Honk If Your Keyboard Has a Horn
*Honks keyboad, giggling like mad* ALRIGHT! Everything's comin' out Holly! Dude, Zach got a Dell, so he's never going to bug me about how I'm hogging the computer in the living room again, I'm passing all of my classes with flying colors, my birthday's coming up on Feb. 28th, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix will be out in June, and I have plenty of hilarious internet bumper stickers to amuse me until then!
Theatre practice was wildly amusing to me this past Wednesday, as is usually the case. We had to do pantomiming with a partner. My partner, April, and I sucked at this, but some people were hilarious! Don, who never fails to crack me up (and swoon while we're on the subject of him), "posed nude" while his parner, Shawna "painted" him, Kyle and Jennifer "performed" open-heart surgery on a conscious patient, and Leah "killed" her poor "husband", Steve. Our next project was to interview a partner (mine was Frankie) and then act out the surveys we gave each other for the class. For my survey, I played a hooker who was being interrogated by a cop (Frankie). When he asked me, "Where would you most like to go in the world?" I replied, in a Brooklyn accent, "Besides a cheap motel with you, sweet cheeks? Vegas, baby!" It was bloody brilliant fun.
I finally got my arse around to taking the written potion of my driving test last week, and I passed! So I shall be taking the driving potion of that test in 30 days, and then I'm going to see if I can talk my dad into letting me paint my car pink, although I highly doubt this will happen. I was watching this little 5 minute special on MTV a while ago, and the guy hosting the show kindly gave me the instructions on how to create my own seat-covers for my car. I shall print out some iron-on transfer Harry Potter pics, iron those suckahs onto pillow cases, then place the pillow cases over the seats in my car. Then the Harry Potter mobile shall be born at last! Muahahahaha!
*Evil laughter dies down* Speaking of MTV, they sure do have a gnarley new cartoon, don't they? They've got this show, Clone High, where these teenage clones of famous historical figures attend a high school aptly named Clone High. The main character is Abe Lincoln, whose best friends are Joan of Arc and Ghandi, who proudly proclaims, "Hey, man, Ghandi's anti-violence, not anti-comedy." I like him. He's silly. Abe is into Cleopatra, but she's usually going out with JFK. Little does Abe know, his pal, Joan is into him. *Evil laughter proceeds* 'Tis a wonderful show, and I highly reccomend it to all you other couch potato kids out there! *Thumbs up*
Boy, does my room ever look like crap. But don't worry, it won't for long! You see, my room is going to be undergoing some major construction over the next few days--*mumbles* or weeks, and I'm going to do a luffly under-the-sea theme. Indeed, I shall have to ask the good folks at Home Depot how I can blend sea green and blue together to make it appear as though my room is underwater, but I'm sure it'll be fun once I figure it out. Hoo-ray! Oh hey, guess what I did last week? I went to Hicks portrait studio so that a series of photos could be taken of me. It's a good thing I did this since the last professional picture taken of me was probably done in like... 9th grade. So, till next time, good fight and goodnight!
--Holly :-D
Wednesday, November 13, 2002
Why Do All the A-Holes Live Here?
I was watching Cribs last night on MTV, and I tell ya what... I've never heard of any of the people I saw on there. Now, these rich folks have some very cool stuff, I admit. Home theaters, jacuzzies, closets that are bigger than my bedroom... Some of these people's backyards even resemble a waterpark or an exotic beach. Now I've got to say, as fabulous as all these things are, I think my dream house would be cooler. The first thing I'd put in my house would be an escalator, for I am lazy, and lot of my family members are caustrophobic. Then the jacuzzies would be added, as well as horses, namely shetland ponies. I think they would get along well with my dog and cats. The home theater would also be necessary. Hmm... I suddenly feel the need to play The Sims. Excuse me...
*Returns momentarily* Anyhoo, there was this weirdo on Cribs who ticked me off to no end. He had animal heads in every room of his house, along with whole dead animals. This guy talked dirtier than the cast of The Osbournes, had hair as greasy as Professor Snape's, and was actually married! And guess where he lived? Michigan! Now, I wanna know what's going on. Why do all the jerks seem to come from Michigan? We've turned out more scumbags than Slytherin, I swear! Eminem, Kid Rock, Madonna... what's the deal here? Honestly!
Huh. You ever notice how when you go through your favorites on FOD, it appears that all the names of FODers are in alphabetical order? Only... that's not alphabetical order, is it? Only on FOD does the alphabet not start with "A", but "*". That's a tad odd. *AHEM*.
So... who hasn't read my story yet? It's not finished yet, but hey. It will be. Hopefully. Ah, come on, humor me! Everyone who reads my fan fiction, Harry Potter--The Bachelor, gets a free cookie. From their cabinet. If they have any cookies. HEY! Speaking of Harry Potter, his new movie comes out FRIDAY! I'm going to see it with my mommy first. *Nods happily* You should all go see this picture here, since FOD won't let me put it on here for some reason. Harry and Hermione are hugging. *Glows in a glow-worm-like fashion*
--Holly :-D
*Returns momentarily* Anyhoo, there was this weirdo on Cribs who ticked me off to no end. He had animal heads in every room of his house, along with whole dead animals. This guy talked dirtier than the cast of The Osbournes, had hair as greasy as Professor Snape's, and was actually married! And guess where he lived? Michigan! Now, I wanna know what's going on. Why do all the jerks seem to come from Michigan? We've turned out more scumbags than Slytherin, I swear! Eminem, Kid Rock, Madonna... what's the deal here? Honestly!
Huh. You ever notice how when you go through your favorites on FOD, it appears that all the names of FODers are in alphabetical order? Only... that's not alphabetical order, is it? Only on FOD does the alphabet not start with "A", but "*". That's a tad odd. *AHEM*.
So... who hasn't read my story yet? It's not finished yet, but hey. It will be. Hopefully. Ah, come on, humor me! Everyone who reads my fan fiction, Harry Potter--The Bachelor, gets a free cookie. From their cabinet. If they have any cookies. HEY! Speaking of Harry Potter, his new movie comes out FRIDAY! I'm going to see it with my mommy first. *Nods happily* You should all go see this picture here, since FOD won't let me put it on here for some reason. Harry and Hermione are hugging. *Glows in a glow-worm-like fashion*
--Holly :-D
Wednesday, October 30, 2002
Spending Devil's Night @ School
Wheeeeeew, I tell ya what! Party hardy! Where'd everybody go this Devil's Night? I'll bet you crazy kids spent the night drinking an overcaffienated beverage like Mountain Dew and playing Spin the Empty Mountain Dew bottle or something totally uncalled for such as that! Well, I bet I can beat all of ya for fun tonight. That's right! I went to... MOTT COMMUNITY COLLEGE, BABY!
Now I know it's customary for me to spend Devil's Night hanging out at home, eating the candy I originally intended to hand out to kids on Halloween, but I decided to do something cool this year, so I went to school. I know, I know... I'm such a rebel. I bet that you folks would just love to hear me drone on and on about my theatre practice class, but I'm going to rant instead. Sorry to dissapoint you.
I was planning on going to Larry's party tomorrow night, but Morgan informed me tonight that, "It's going to be a party party, Holly. I mean, you know, with drinking and stuff." And well, we all know that the strongest thing I drink is pineapple/orange/banana juice. Speaking of which... *returns with juice* Mmm... juuuuuuiiice... And so, I will not be attending Larry's Halloween party. Instead, I will be holding a Courage the Cowardly Dog-athon at my mom's haus. T'will be much more fun than the party party, I assure you. *Is pensive* But you know what I've been wondering? Why is a party only considered cool amongst college kids if it's a drinking party? I mean, I always thought the "cool parties" were the ones where folks sit around, playing Scattergorries and eating chips & salsa while Lifehouse plays in the background. *Shrugs* I guess I'm not "hip". And I'm probably not "down" either. So I figure I don't have the "411" and I'm most likely not "jiggy with it". Oh well.
Maybe on my 21st birthday, I'll have a group of hot guys over to play Naked Uno or something. I'm very good at Uno, so... yes... *Cackles in a Halloween-like fashion* By the way, I have decided on my big Christmas present from my Dad for this year. You see, my brother and I are a bit... well... how should I put this...? Ah yes--SPOILED ROTTEN. And since Zach and I are spoiled, Dad buys us one big present each, every Christmas, along with little presents like DVDs and other not-so-ridiculously-expensive gifts. For my big present this year, I have decided on... *drum roll* a CD player for my car! It's true, I don't have a license yet, due to laziness... and loneliness. I don't like driving a car by myself, and so I've been having people drive me places for as long as possible. But most of my friends are chain-smokers. And I have asthma and a strong dislike for cancer, and so I just can't ride in a car with my chain-smoking friends any longer. I shall get my license soon. That is a promise.
Okay, bed time for Holly. Night-night.
Now I know it's customary for me to spend Devil's Night hanging out at home, eating the candy I originally intended to hand out to kids on Halloween, but I decided to do something cool this year, so I went to school. I know, I know... I'm such a rebel. I bet that you folks would just love to hear me drone on and on about my theatre practice class, but I'm going to rant instead. Sorry to dissapoint you.
I was planning on going to Larry's party tomorrow night, but Morgan informed me tonight that, "It's going to be a party party, Holly. I mean, you know, with drinking and stuff." And well, we all know that the strongest thing I drink is pineapple/orange/banana juice. Speaking of which... *returns with juice* Mmm... juuuuuuiiice... And so, I will not be attending Larry's Halloween party. Instead, I will be holding a Courage the Cowardly Dog-athon at my mom's haus. T'will be much more fun than the party party, I assure you. *Is pensive* But you know what I've been wondering? Why is a party only considered cool amongst college kids if it's a drinking party? I mean, I always thought the "cool parties" were the ones where folks sit around, playing Scattergorries and eating chips & salsa while Lifehouse plays in the background. *Shrugs* I guess I'm not "hip". And I'm probably not "down" either. So I figure I don't have the "411" and I'm most likely not "jiggy with it". Oh well.
Maybe on my 21st birthday, I'll have a group of hot guys over to play Naked Uno or something. I'm very good at Uno, so... yes... *Cackles in a Halloween-like fashion* By the way, I have decided on my big Christmas present from my Dad for this year. You see, my brother and I are a bit... well... how should I put this...? Ah yes--SPOILED ROTTEN. And since Zach and I are spoiled, Dad buys us one big present each, every Christmas, along with little presents like DVDs and other not-so-ridiculously-expensive gifts. For my big present this year, I have decided on... *drum roll* a CD player for my car! It's true, I don't have a license yet, due to laziness... and loneliness. I don't like driving a car by myself, and so I've been having people drive me places for as long as possible. But most of my friends are chain-smokers. And I have asthma and a strong dislike for cancer, and so I just can't ride in a car with my chain-smoking friends any longer. I shall get my license soon. That is a promise.
Okay, bed time for Holly. Night-night.
--Holly :-D
Tuesday, October 15, 2002
The Hot Chocolate Theory
It is my belief that hot chocolate heals all wounds... well, you know, except for those external wounds. If you have those, I would advise you to get some Harry Potter band-aids and Neosporin immediately. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, Chris Rock's dad might think that Robitussen is the only medicine to use, but I think hot chocolate is.
My Hot Chocolate Theory started way back in the year of 19 and 99. My brother, Zach, and my best friend, Sarah, had started dating at the beginning of that year. Now, these two crazy kids didn't seem to go together at all. They were like vinegar and water, fire and ice, Ron and Hermione. They would make out, fight, make out, fight, day in and day out. And every weekend, my mom, Zach's best friend, Bobby and I would all have to put up with Sarah and Zach's fighting.
Well, one day, I just got tired of it. I wasn't sure I liked Zach and Sarah's makeout sessions any better than their fighting, but I was going to put a stop to one of 'em! Since I didn't know how to stop the makeout sessions, I decided to work on stopping the fighting. In the midst of one of Zach and Sarah's fights, I asked them both to come out to the living room, and I made them each a mug of hot chocolate. Once they were both well into their hot chocolate, I acted as Relationship Counceler, talking out their problems with them. This always seemed to help, right up until the day that Sarah and Zach broke up for good last year.
I'd forgotten about The Hot Chocolate Theory until last night, when I had a terrible migrain. I was watching Grumpier Old Men on TV with my dad. It was very cold in the family room, and the afghan my grandma made for the baby version of myself, wasn't helping much. After taking a Zomig (a migrain pill), I made myself some hot chocolate to help the fact that it was frickin' freezing in here, Mr. Biggelsworth. My dad went to bed, Zach went to work, and My Girl 2 magically appeared on the TV. The first mug of hot chocolate had really helped, so I made another one. The combined effect of the hot chocolate and the awesomely sentimental movie gave me feel very warm and at peace with the world. So, I'm glad I remembered The Hot Chocolate Theory. Everyone must try this, it works wonders.
Say, you know what? To completely change the subject, I just realized something. I'm totally paranoid! As some of you may know, I am grounded from the computer for the month of October, yet here I am, typing away while my dad's at work. Well, I keep hearing car doors, and every time I do, I peer anxiously out the window, afraid that it's my dad. He doesn't even get home until 5:00 or later, but I keep thinking, What if he came home early in some sadistic plot to catch me on the computer? He knows! Dear God, he KNOWS! Okay, folks. I have officially flipped out. I'd better go before I make everyone else paranoid. So... ta!
--Paranoid Android,
Holly Rachael
My Hot Chocolate Theory started way back in the year of 19 and 99. My brother, Zach, and my best friend, Sarah, had started dating at the beginning of that year. Now, these two crazy kids didn't seem to go together at all. They were like vinegar and water, fire and ice, Ron and Hermione. They would make out, fight, make out, fight, day in and day out. And every weekend, my mom, Zach's best friend, Bobby and I would all have to put up with Sarah and Zach's fighting.
Well, one day, I just got tired of it. I wasn't sure I liked Zach and Sarah's makeout sessions any better than their fighting, but I was going to put a stop to one of 'em! Since I didn't know how to stop the makeout sessions, I decided to work on stopping the fighting. In the midst of one of Zach and Sarah's fights, I asked them both to come out to the living room, and I made them each a mug of hot chocolate. Once they were both well into their hot chocolate, I acted as Relationship Counceler, talking out their problems with them. This always seemed to help, right up until the day that Sarah and Zach broke up for good last year.
I'd forgotten about The Hot Chocolate Theory until last night, when I had a terrible migrain. I was watching Grumpier Old Men on TV with my dad. It was very cold in the family room, and the afghan my grandma made for the baby version of myself, wasn't helping much. After taking a Zomig (a migrain pill), I made myself some hot chocolate to help the fact that it was frickin' freezing in here, Mr. Biggelsworth. My dad went to bed, Zach went to work, and My Girl 2 magically appeared on the TV. The first mug of hot chocolate had really helped, so I made another one. The combined effect of the hot chocolate and the awesomely sentimental movie gave me feel very warm and at peace with the world. So, I'm glad I remembered The Hot Chocolate Theory. Everyone must try this, it works wonders.
Say, you know what? To completely change the subject, I just realized something. I'm totally paranoid! As some of you may know, I am grounded from the computer for the month of October, yet here I am, typing away while my dad's at work. Well, I keep hearing car doors, and every time I do, I peer anxiously out the window, afraid that it's my dad. He doesn't even get home until 5:00 or later, but I keep thinking, What if he came home early in some sadistic plot to catch me on the computer? He knows! Dear God, he KNOWS! Okay, folks. I have officially flipped out. I'd better go before I make everyone else paranoid. So... ta!
--Paranoid Android,
Holly Rachael
Monday, October 14, 2002
Drug Addicts Have Taken Over the TV
Wow, I got up at 9:00 today, and I don't even have to go to school! *Rewards self with Skittles*. I can't believe I went to bed at 1:00 A.M. I believe that's a new record for me, at least in 2002! I usually don't go to bed until VH1's Insomniac Music Theater has been on for quite some time. If this new behavior of mine keeps up, maybe I could even get on *gasp* a regular sleeping schedule! Or not.
Zach'ry brought his car home this morn'. I missed Zach's car while it was getting fixed. He accidentally broke it a couple weeks ago, and he's been having to drive my piece-of-crap car ever since. Perhaps someday soon, I'll go to get my frickin' driving test so I can get my license. Then I'll be most prestigious, driving around proudly in my piece-of-crap car.
Dude, Zach and I were watching TV this morning, and the Tellytubbies were on. In the course of the half hour that this show was on, these little multi-colored gnomes (or something) did nothing but jump around pointlessly on some astroturf, being amused by weird crap like the sun... which seemed to be a baby. When I noticed that there was a baby's head in the sky, surrounded by rays of sunlight, I was like, "Um... why is there a baby in the sky?" to which Zach replied, "Oh, didn't you know? The sun is a baby. That's why you're not supposed to look directly at it; you're not supposed to see the baby." Then the Tellytubbies decide to prance around this wall that was there for no reason. When they were done prancing around the wall, they're like, "Hey, let's do that again!" I have to wonder, what kind of drug addicts thought this stuff up?
I was at Target with Mom and Mike the other day when Mike spontaneously decided that we should all go to a Flint Generals game that night. I didn't much like that idea, but Mom was like, "It'll make Mike happy, so let's go with him." So, I purchased my Harry Potter wand, and tried to put the full body bind of Mike so we wouldn't have to go to the friggin hockey game, but it didn't work. And so, there we were at the Flint Generals game, Mom with her migrain pills, me with my earplugs & Gameboy, and Mike with a big goofy grin. Since there were so many annoying things at this hockey game, I've compiled a list to remind myself to never go to a hockey game again, no matter what.
Annoying Crap @ the Friggin Hockey Game
*The psycho girls in front of me who wouldn't stop screaming their heads off.
*The people all around me who kept jumping up and knocking my Gameboy out of my hands.
*The ear-splittingly loud announcer.
*The musically-challenged DJ who insisted on playing the worst music he could.
*The ridiculously cold arena.
*The drunken idiot at the end of our row who kept screaming obscenities at anyone who dared to come near him.
Alright, I think that about covers it. Laaaaater!
--Holly :-O
Zach'ry brought his car home this morn'. I missed Zach's car while it was getting fixed. He accidentally broke it a couple weeks ago, and he's been having to drive my piece-of-crap car ever since. Perhaps someday soon, I'll go to get my frickin' driving test so I can get my license. Then I'll be most prestigious, driving around proudly in my piece-of-crap car.
Dude, Zach and I were watching TV this morning, and the Tellytubbies were on. In the course of the half hour that this show was on, these little multi-colored gnomes (or something) did nothing but jump around pointlessly on some astroturf, being amused by weird crap like the sun... which seemed to be a baby. When I noticed that there was a baby's head in the sky, surrounded by rays of sunlight, I was like, "Um... why is there a baby in the sky?" to which Zach replied, "Oh, didn't you know? The sun is a baby. That's why you're not supposed to look directly at it; you're not supposed to see the baby." Then the Tellytubbies decide to prance around this wall that was there for no reason. When they were done prancing around the wall, they're like, "Hey, let's do that again!" I have to wonder, what kind of drug addicts thought this stuff up?
I was at Target with Mom and Mike the other day when Mike spontaneously decided that we should all go to a Flint Generals game that night. I didn't much like that idea, but Mom was like, "It'll make Mike happy, so let's go with him." So, I purchased my Harry Potter wand, and tried to put the full body bind of Mike so we wouldn't have to go to the friggin hockey game, but it didn't work. And so, there we were at the Flint Generals game, Mom with her migrain pills, me with my earplugs & Gameboy, and Mike with a big goofy grin. Since there were so many annoying things at this hockey game, I've compiled a list to remind myself to never go to a hockey game again, no matter what.
Annoying Crap @ the Friggin Hockey Game
*The psycho girls in front of me who wouldn't stop screaming their heads off.
*The people all around me who kept jumping up and knocking my Gameboy out of my hands.
*The ear-splittingly loud announcer.
*The musically-challenged DJ who insisted on playing the worst music he could.
*The ridiculously cold arena.
*The drunken idiot at the end of our row who kept screaming obscenities at anyone who dared to come near him.
Alright, I think that about covers it. Laaaaater!
--Holly :-O
Friday, September 27, 2002
You Make Me Wanna Write a Dozen Book Reports
"...then pack myself in styrofoam. Sometimes you make me wanna build a model of the Eiffel Tower out of Belgian waffles."--"You Make Me"--"Weird Al" Yankovic.
Wow. That... was... creepy... yet hilarious. I just walked out to the family room, where Zach was sleeping, so I could wake him up and see if he'd rather sleep in bed than on the couch. He opened his eyes, sat up a bit and said, "Hey Holly, do you have any brothers?" I blinked and said, "Um... are you still asleep or something?" He replied, "No. Well... yeah, kind of. But answer me, do you have a brother?" I looked at him strangely and said, "Yes, dear, that would be you." Zach laughed and said, "No, I mean, do you have any twin brothers?" I decided to shake him again. "Zach, wake up," I said. To this, he said, "No, wait... do you have any Italian brothers? I mean... no, do we have a Japenese cousin that we didn't know about till now?" That did it. I pulled him off the couch and told him to go to bed, and he went. So that was rather strange.
Yesterday was fun, as all Wednesdays are for me. We played some kind of theater-fied version of charades. Some of the finer charades acts were when Kyle acted out Builder Bob in a stip club, Monica played Britney Spears doing a church sermon, Leah was Ray Charles on Who Wants to be a Millionaire and I had to act out Forest Gump as a student in that theater class. Another thing we did was group pant-a-miming, which was rather... well... scary. Jason lived up to his name by pretending to kill me with various invisible objects all through the activity. A new student joined the class yesterday, too. His name was Nick the Hilarious 38-Year-Old Black Guy With the Precious Little Girl. But we all decided to call him Nick.
And now, here are some fun survey questions:
Favourite singer? Amy Grant.
Favourite TV programme? Port Charles.
Favourite actor? Brian Gaskill (Rafe, Port Charles).
Favourite actress? Erin Hershey (Alison, Port Charles).
Favourite food? Stuffed pumpkin shells.
Favourite drink? Non-alcoholic strawberry daquiries.
Favourite word? Antidisestablishmentarianismology. Try usin' that one in Scrabble.
Favourite smell? Pumpkin.
--Holly Rachael :-D
Wow. That... was... creepy... yet hilarious. I just walked out to the family room, where Zach was sleeping, so I could wake him up and see if he'd rather sleep in bed than on the couch. He opened his eyes, sat up a bit and said, "Hey Holly, do you have any brothers?" I blinked and said, "Um... are you still asleep or something?" He replied, "No. Well... yeah, kind of. But answer me, do you have a brother?" I looked at him strangely and said, "Yes, dear, that would be you." Zach laughed and said, "No, I mean, do you have any twin brothers?" I decided to shake him again. "Zach, wake up," I said. To this, he said, "No, wait... do you have any Italian brothers? I mean... no, do we have a Japenese cousin that we didn't know about till now?" That did it. I pulled him off the couch and told him to go to bed, and he went. So that was rather strange.
Yesterday was fun, as all Wednesdays are for me. We played some kind of theater-fied version of charades. Some of the finer charades acts were when Kyle acted out Builder Bob in a stip club, Monica played Britney Spears doing a church sermon, Leah was Ray Charles on Who Wants to be a Millionaire and I had to act out Forest Gump as a student in that theater class. Another thing we did was group pant-a-miming, which was rather... well... scary. Jason lived up to his name by pretending to kill me with various invisible objects all through the activity. A new student joined the class yesterday, too. His name was Nick the Hilarious 38-Year-Old Black Guy With the Precious Little Girl. But we all decided to call him Nick.
And now, here are some fun survey questions:
Favourite singer? Amy Grant.
Favourite TV programme? Port Charles.
Favourite actor? Brian Gaskill (Rafe, Port Charles).
Favourite actress? Erin Hershey (Alison, Port Charles).
Favourite food? Stuffed pumpkin shells.
Favourite drink? Non-alcoholic strawberry daquiries.
Favourite word? Antidisestablishmentarianismology. Try usin' that one in Scrabble.
Favourite smell? Pumpkin.
--Holly Rachael :-D
Tuesday, August 6, 2002
The Life of a Sim Must be Mucho Exciting
Time: 11:20 P.M.
I'm Wearing: P.J.s
My Hair Is: In a ponytail
I Last Ate: Raison Bran w/ soy milk
Holly's Song Pick of the Day: "That's the Way It Is"--LFO
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My Sims are livin' large, my friends. Every one of their meals is catered. They have an indoor pool with a large fountain in the middle. They have a hot tub, a DJ booth, a dancing floor and a robot named Servo who does all their work for them. Why, they never have to lift a finger, those lucky Sims. But there is a major downside to being a Sim (besides having your life run for you by a bored 18-year-old). Their pizza costs $40. Wow. It's a good thing I gave them unlimited money, or they'd be broke.
Man, when I was about 10 years old, I became obsessed with One Life to Live, and asked my very talented mom to paint murals of all my favorite characters on the walls of my room. She gladly obliged.
About 3 years later, I decided that a lot of famous guys were hot, and that I needed posters of them all over my room. My mom wallpapered my room with posters of Jonathan Jackson, Devon Sawa and all my favorite boy bands. Every inch of my walls and ceiling were covered with posters of hotties.
Now that I'm 18, I don't want posters or murals on my wall. Well, that presents a bit of a challenge. You see, it turns out that when my mom put up all those posters so many years ago, she stapled them up. Yes, stapled. I've spent the last few days ripping down all of my posters, and slowly taking out the staples with needle-nose plyers. 'Tis not a fun job, but after only 5 zillion and a half more staples, I'll be done! Woo hoo! *Gives a thumbs up*
HEY KIDS, GUESS WHAT? In 3 days, I'm going to VEGAS! Yes, Vegas! I'll be flying there with my brother and father, and we'll be staying at the Tropicana, due to the fact that my dad's business parter dudes and chicks all wish to stay there. Grrrr, we're not staying at the Luxor like usual! *Thows a fit* That's okay, though, 'cause I'm still going to VEGAS! Sooooo, it's time to build more luxiurious palaces for my Sims!
--Holly Rachael :-D
I'm Wearing: P.J.s
My Hair Is: In a ponytail
I Last Ate: Raison Bran w/ soy milk
Holly's Song Pick of the Day: "That's the Way It Is"--LFO
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My Sims are livin' large, my friends. Every one of their meals is catered. They have an indoor pool with a large fountain in the middle. They have a hot tub, a DJ booth, a dancing floor and a robot named Servo who does all their work for them. Why, they never have to lift a finger, those lucky Sims. But there is a major downside to being a Sim (besides having your life run for you by a bored 18-year-old). Their pizza costs $40. Wow. It's a good thing I gave them unlimited money, or they'd be broke.
Man, when I was about 10 years old, I became obsessed with One Life to Live, and asked my very talented mom to paint murals of all my favorite characters on the walls of my room. She gladly obliged.
About 3 years later, I decided that a lot of famous guys were hot, and that I needed posters of them all over my room. My mom wallpapered my room with posters of Jonathan Jackson, Devon Sawa and all my favorite boy bands. Every inch of my walls and ceiling were covered with posters of hotties.
Now that I'm 18, I don't want posters or murals on my wall. Well, that presents a bit of a challenge. You see, it turns out that when my mom put up all those posters so many years ago, she stapled them up. Yes, stapled. I've spent the last few days ripping down all of my posters, and slowly taking out the staples with needle-nose plyers. 'Tis not a fun job, but after only 5 zillion and a half more staples, I'll be done! Woo hoo! *Gives a thumbs up*
HEY KIDS, GUESS WHAT? In 3 days, I'm going to VEGAS! Yes, Vegas! I'll be flying there with my brother and father, and we'll be staying at the Tropicana, due to the fact that my dad's business parter dudes and chicks all wish to stay there. Grrrr, we're not staying at the Luxor like usual! *Thows a fit* That's okay, though, 'cause I'm still going to VEGAS! Sooooo, it's time to build more luxiurious palaces for my Sims!
--Holly Rachael :-D
Friday, June 28, 2002
Did'ja See Port Charles?!
Time: 1:05 P.M.
I'm Wearing: White Planet Hollywood Orlando shirt and shorts.
I Last Ate: Raison bran with soy milk.
Holly's Song Pick of the Day: "Torn" by Natalie Imbruglia.
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Oh my God! *Shrieks*. Did anyone see Port Charles today? Rafe so totally went into Alison's hospital room! He recognized her, but he didn't really know who she was. Anyway, he kissed her and she woke up! *Shrieks again*. Oh man! She woke up and she was all like, "Rafe?" and he was like, "You know me..." and then he kissed her again! It was like Sleeping Beauty in a hospital! Awwwww...
Oh, and Kevin's back! Rafe took the candle to the chapel at the hospital and lit it! Lucy was all sitting there, praying for Kevin to come back and HE DID! Aaaaah, it was so awesome! Can you tell I'm excited? Yeah, I know I'm a nerd... Anyway, I'm celebrating in the same way that I always do: by way of survey!
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1. What were your parents like before you were born? My mom was just like I am now: She had obsessions with shows and movies, not many friends, and a love for soap operas (she still does, actually). My dad was a very popular guy in high school: He was a star football player, president of student council, and an all-A student.
2. Was there anything unusual about your birth? Well, I was a C-section. And I was born on the day of a snowstorm.
3. Did you have siblings at that time? If so, how old were they? Yup. I had my brother, Zach, who was 2 and a half.
4. What is your earliest memory about your house? My mom singing "Adelvice" from The Sound of Music to me every night.
5. What is your happiest childhood memory? The Christmas Eve when I got my first pet, a cat named Tinsel.
6. What event in your childhood had the most impact on your life as you grew older? My dance classes, I suppose, since I took them from pre-school till 6th grade.
7. What is your first memory about school? Before pre-school, I went to this place called Art & Fun For Toddlers that was like a pre-pre-school. My mom was allowed to go with me to that, and we had so much fun. I was obsessed with a cartoon called Elmer and Tilly at the time, and Mom and I acted out a scene from it there.
8. Who was your favorite teacher? Probably Mrs. Haffajee, my 6th grade teacher.
9. What was your favorite subject in school? It's always been English.
10. What do you wish you would have learned more about in school? Math. I missed way too much school due to my numerous health problems, so I missed a lot of basic math skills that would really help me out while studying for my G.E.D. now.
11. What schoolmate had the most impact on your life? In what way? Sarah. She was always helping me out at school, and I had the most fun with her of any other friend I've had.
12. Who was your first best friend? Marcus, a kid who was in Art & Fun For Toddlers with me. He was cool.
13. What is your first memory about high school? Getting a ride there in my crush, Tim's Suburban, on the first day. He got sick on the way there and had to pull into a McDonald's so Zach could take over driving.
14. What did you learn about yourself in high school? That most people think my obsessive behavior is nutty.
15. What was the first moment you felt truly grown up? In 7th grade. I thought I was cool since I had a locker, heh.
16. What was the first moment you felt independent? Coming home from school in 3rd grade. When Zach and I got home, our parents were at work, so we'd play Sega instead of doing homework until they came home. We were such rebels.
17. How old were you when you began to drive? 15. Sarah and I practiced driving my mom's car (with my mom supervising so we didn't kill ourselves) around the junior high parking lot.
18. Who gave you your first kiss? Danny, my first non-TV crush, heheh.
19. Who was your first love? I haven't had a first love yet.
20. What were your first experiences with sex like? Heh, haven't had one of those yet either.
21. Who was the first person you wanted to marry? Alvin from Alvin and the Chipmunks.
22. What is your best memory as a teenager with your friends? Going out to spy on my mom and her internet date with Sarah and Zach.
23. What was the best party you went to when you were a teenager? Jennifer's 13th birthday party, heh.
24. What was your first job? I haven't had one yet.
25. How much was your first paycheck and what did you do with it? See above, dear.
--Holly Rachael :-D
I'm Wearing: White Planet Hollywood Orlando shirt and shorts.
I Last Ate: Raison bran with soy milk.
Holly's Song Pick of the Day: "Torn" by Natalie Imbruglia.
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Oh my God! *Shrieks*. Did anyone see Port Charles today? Rafe so totally went into Alison's hospital room! He recognized her, but he didn't really know who she was. Anyway, he kissed her and she woke up! *Shrieks again*. Oh man! She woke up and she was all like, "Rafe?" and he was like, "You know me..." and then he kissed her again! It was like Sleeping Beauty in a hospital! Awwwww...
Oh, and Kevin's back! Rafe took the candle to the chapel at the hospital and lit it! Lucy was all sitting there, praying for Kevin to come back and HE DID! Aaaaah, it was so awesome! Can you tell I'm excited? Yeah, I know I'm a nerd... Anyway, I'm celebrating in the same way that I always do: by way of survey!
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1. What were your parents like before you were born? My mom was just like I am now: She had obsessions with shows and movies, not many friends, and a love for soap operas (she still does, actually). My dad was a very popular guy in high school: He was a star football player, president of student council, and an all-A student.
2. Was there anything unusual about your birth? Well, I was a C-section. And I was born on the day of a snowstorm.
3. Did you have siblings at that time? If so, how old were they? Yup. I had my brother, Zach, who was 2 and a half.
4. What is your earliest memory about your house? My mom singing "Adelvice" from The Sound of Music to me every night.
5. What is your happiest childhood memory? The Christmas Eve when I got my first pet, a cat named Tinsel.
6. What event in your childhood had the most impact on your life as you grew older? My dance classes, I suppose, since I took them from pre-school till 6th grade.
7. What is your first memory about school? Before pre-school, I went to this place called Art & Fun For Toddlers that was like a pre-pre-school. My mom was allowed to go with me to that, and we had so much fun. I was obsessed with a cartoon called Elmer and Tilly at the time, and Mom and I acted out a scene from it there.
8. Who was your favorite teacher? Probably Mrs. Haffajee, my 6th grade teacher.
9. What was your favorite subject in school? It's always been English.
10. What do you wish you would have learned more about in school? Math. I missed way too much school due to my numerous health problems, so I missed a lot of basic math skills that would really help me out while studying for my G.E.D. now.
11. What schoolmate had the most impact on your life? In what way? Sarah. She was always helping me out at school, and I had the most fun with her of any other friend I've had.
12. Who was your first best friend? Marcus, a kid who was in Art & Fun For Toddlers with me. He was cool.
13. What is your first memory about high school? Getting a ride there in my crush, Tim's Suburban, on the first day. He got sick on the way there and had to pull into a McDonald's so Zach could take over driving.
14. What did you learn about yourself in high school? That most people think my obsessive behavior is nutty.
15. What was the first moment you felt truly grown up? In 7th grade. I thought I was cool since I had a locker, heh.
16. What was the first moment you felt independent? Coming home from school in 3rd grade. When Zach and I got home, our parents were at work, so we'd play Sega instead of doing homework until they came home. We were such rebels.
17. How old were you when you began to drive? 15. Sarah and I practiced driving my mom's car (with my mom supervising so we didn't kill ourselves) around the junior high parking lot.
18. Who gave you your first kiss? Danny, my first non-TV crush, heheh.
19. Who was your first love? I haven't had a first love yet.
20. What were your first experiences with sex like? Heh, haven't had one of those yet either.
21. Who was the first person you wanted to marry? Alvin from Alvin and the Chipmunks.
22. What is your best memory as a teenager with your friends? Going out to spy on my mom and her internet date with Sarah and Zach.
23. What was the best party you went to when you were a teenager? Jennifer's 13th birthday party, heh.
24. What was your first job? I haven't had one yet.
25. How much was your first paycheck and what did you do with it? See above, dear.
--Holly Rachael :-D
Friday, June 14, 2002
Good Gravy!
"Oh, thank you, it's just brown and water."--The Simpsons.
Where has this week gone? Last Saturday, I attended two open houses. This Saturday, I'll attend two more. The next week, I have yet another one to go to. GAH! WHEN WILL THE OPEN HOUSES END?! WHEN? Mmmmmmy goodness! You'd think I was popular or something. Ah well, I'll pack my sunscreen, grin and bear it.
Jonathan Jackson is a really hot, sweet, all-over awesome guy who used to play Lucky on General Hospital. Since fourth grade, I've planned on marrying him. But guess what? HE BETRAYED ME! That's right, he's getting married to his ex-GH-co-star who used to play Hannah! I can't believe it! Well, I guess I'll just have to marry my ol' stand-by crush, Tim. *Grins evilly*. Oh, darn.
I want to go to Cedar Point. Right now. C'mon, somebody go with me! I simply adore that place, what with my favorite ride, The Scrambler, my favorite rollercoaster, Wild Cat and a nifty water ride, Snake River Falls. I don't like the Power Tower, though. *Glares at Power Tower*. It should have rotten mozzerella cheese and horse dung thrown at it. You see, that ride lead me to believe I was going to die. Should I sue it?
Wellllll, I suppose I'll try and find something utterly exciting to do, like play Oregon Trail, or read Harry Potter fan fiction. Later, alligator! Huh huh huh!
--Holly Rachael :-D
Where has this week gone? Last Saturday, I attended two open houses. This Saturday, I'll attend two more. The next week, I have yet another one to go to. GAH! WHEN WILL THE OPEN HOUSES END?! WHEN? Mmmmmmy goodness! You'd think I was popular or something. Ah well, I'll pack my sunscreen, grin and bear it.
Jonathan Jackson is a really hot, sweet, all-over awesome guy who used to play Lucky on General Hospital. Since fourth grade, I've planned on marrying him. But guess what? HE BETRAYED ME! That's right, he's getting married to his ex-GH-co-star who used to play Hannah! I can't believe it! Well, I guess I'll just have to marry my ol' stand-by crush, Tim. *Grins evilly*. Oh, darn.
I want to go to Cedar Point. Right now. C'mon, somebody go with me! I simply adore that place, what with my favorite ride, The Scrambler, my favorite rollercoaster, Wild Cat and a nifty water ride, Snake River Falls. I don't like the Power Tower, though. *Glares at Power Tower*. It should have rotten mozzerella cheese and horse dung thrown at it. You see, that ride lead me to believe I was going to die. Should I sue it?
Wellllll, I suppose I'll try and find something utterly exciting to do, like play Oregon Trail, or read Harry Potter fan fiction. Later, alligator! Huh huh huh!
--Holly Rachael :-D
Monday, May 20, 2002
No More Ally!
*Cries loudly and uncontrollably*. I am so upset! I just watched the last episode of Ally McBeal... EVER! *Sob, sob*.
Everybody came back for the last show, like Renee and Georgia... and she dreamed up Billy, so he was there... Even the Ooga Chucka baby and other hallucinations were there!
It upsets me greatly that Ally did not hook up with John. I've always wanted them to be a couple, even before he admitted that he hoved her in a not-so-platonic fashion. *Sniff*.
Richard actually got married, though... the minister who kept passing out (or whatever he did) was funny, I'm sure, but I was crying too hard to really notice. I haven't cried this much since my biggest obsession of all time, Daria, left!
*Wipes eyes*. But I've got to remember. Next fall will be a new season... and I become easily obsessed... so bring on the shows!
Everybody came back for the last show, like Renee and Georgia... and she dreamed up Billy, so he was there... Even the Ooga Chucka baby and other hallucinations were there!
It upsets me greatly that Ally did not hook up with John. I've always wanted them to be a couple, even before he admitted that he hoved her in a not-so-platonic fashion. *Sniff*.
Richard actually got married, though... the minister who kept passing out (or whatever he did) was funny, I'm sure, but I was crying too hard to really notice. I haven't cried this much since my biggest obsession of all time, Daria, left!
*Wipes eyes*. But I've got to remember. Next fall will be a new season... and I become easily obsessed... so bring on the shows!
I'll Hold Onto the Wings of the Eagles...
Time: 3:44 P.M.
I'm Wearing: Pink and white checkered shirt and jeans.
I Last Ate: Peanut butter and jelly w/ soy milk.
Holly's Song Pick of the Day: "Theme From Spiderman" by Aerosmith.
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Attention! ATTENTION, I SAY! I officially have a new obsession: Spider-man. Yuuuup. I went to see it again with my father yesterday afternoon, and it was even more rockin' the second time around! I wish to see it again now.
I chatted with my dad at dinner last night about the G.E.D. I must get. Well... actually, he lectured, I listened. He told me I had to call around today and see if anyone gave G.E.D. tests during the summer. Dad says I'm only on his insurance until fall, and then I'm off unless I'm going to school... which means I'd have to be enrolled in college by then. So... uh-oh.
*Shrieks* The Harry Potter DVD is coming out soon! *Happy dance*.
I have a tendency to get my stories very, very wrong. For instance, if I heard my brother say, "I have to break a date with my girlfriend," I might tell my mom, "Zach has to bake a cake with his squirrel, Ben. Did you know Zach had a squirrel?"
My favorite Dr. Suess book is The Lorax. When I was in junior high, I wrote "Holly Zintel--Your Friendly Neighborgood Lorax... I speak for the trees!" on all my papers for some reason.
My nose is always cold and I'm always up for food and lots of attention. My dog and I have quite similar personalities.
Did you know Snapple bottles can dance? They never do it for me, though. Maybe the Snapple company is falsely advertising on their commercials. Perhaps I'll sue.
If I could go back in time, I would go to Israel, right after Jesus was born so I could ask Mary if it hurt when she gave birth to Him. He's perfect, so I figure it didn't. Then I'd give Jesus a hug, an Amy Grant CD, and a stero that runs on batteries.
The person I most identify with is the Insomniac Music Theatre guy on VH1.
Okay... g'bye.
--Holly Rachael :-D
I'm Wearing: Pink and white checkered shirt and jeans.
I Last Ate: Peanut butter and jelly w/ soy milk.
Holly's Song Pick of the Day: "Theme From Spiderman" by Aerosmith.
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Attention! ATTENTION, I SAY! I officially have a new obsession: Spider-man. Yuuuup. I went to see it again with my father yesterday afternoon, and it was even more rockin' the second time around! I wish to see it again now.
I chatted with my dad at dinner last night about the G.E.D. I must get. Well... actually, he lectured, I listened. He told me I had to call around today and see if anyone gave G.E.D. tests during the summer. Dad says I'm only on his insurance until fall, and then I'm off unless I'm going to school... which means I'd have to be enrolled in college by then. So... uh-oh.
*Shrieks* The Harry Potter DVD is coming out soon! *Happy dance*.
I have a tendency to get my stories very, very wrong. For instance, if I heard my brother say, "I have to break a date with my girlfriend," I might tell my mom, "Zach has to bake a cake with his squirrel, Ben. Did you know Zach had a squirrel?"
My favorite Dr. Suess book is The Lorax. When I was in junior high, I wrote "Holly Zintel--Your Friendly Neighborgood Lorax... I speak for the trees!" on all my papers for some reason.
My nose is always cold and I'm always up for food and lots of attention. My dog and I have quite similar personalities.
Did you know Snapple bottles can dance? They never do it for me, though. Maybe the Snapple company is falsely advertising on their commercials. Perhaps I'll sue.
If I could go back in time, I would go to Israel, right after Jesus was born so I could ask Mary if it hurt when she gave birth to Him. He's perfect, so I figure it didn't. Then I'd give Jesus a hug, an Amy Grant CD, and a stero that runs on batteries.
The person I most identify with is the Insomniac Music Theatre guy on VH1.
Okay... g'bye.
--Holly Rachael :-D
Tuesday, April 23, 2002
The Bachelor is an A-hole
Time: 2:22 P.M.
I'm wearing: My new peach Madeira Beach sweater from Grandma Z.
I last ate: Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with soy milk to dunk for breakfast.
Holly's Theme Song For Today: "Twister" by "Weird Al" Yankovic. Really, I feel like playing Twister.
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Did anyone see The Bachelor last night? Well, it turns out that he's an A-hole! See, Shannon's been my favorite Bachelorette since the beginning because she's so moral, and she stands up for what she believes in.
Well, last night, Alex (the Bachelor) spent one day with Amanda, then Shannon, then Trista. On his date with Amanda, he broke out a card that said they had access to a private luxury suite for the night. Amanda was like, "Hee hee! Okay!" So, they went up and had a wild night.
The next day, he went out with Shannon. Again, at the end of the day, he broke out a card that invited them to a private luxury suite. Shannon read it and looked disgusted. They went to the suite, but just sat there. She seemed really angry about getting a card that said that, because she knew all of the girls were getting a card like that.
The next day came, and Alex spent the day with Trista. He got sick, though, so they didn't do anything.
Anyway, the end of the show rolled around, and Alex gave a rose to Trista and Amanda, meaning that they got to keep dating them, but Shannon had to go. He gave her this load of bullcrap about why he didn't pick her to stay. But you know why I think he kicked Shannon out of the running? She didn't put out. As soon as I saw Alex gettin' down and dirty with Amanda, I knew Shannon was too good for him. He was cheating on the other girls! You don't just have sex with one of the girls when you're still dating the others! Ugh!
So, in conclusion, I think Alex is a moron.
--Holly Rachael :-[] <---Angry, clenched up teeth face
I'm wearing: My new peach Madeira Beach sweater from Grandma Z.
I last ate: Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with soy milk to dunk for breakfast.
Holly's Theme Song For Today: "Twister" by "Weird Al" Yankovic. Really, I feel like playing Twister.
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Did anyone see The Bachelor last night? Well, it turns out that he's an A-hole! See, Shannon's been my favorite Bachelorette since the beginning because she's so moral, and she stands up for what she believes in.
Well, last night, Alex (the Bachelor) spent one day with Amanda, then Shannon, then Trista. On his date with Amanda, he broke out a card that said they had access to a private luxury suite for the night. Amanda was like, "Hee hee! Okay!" So, they went up and had a wild night.
The next day, he went out with Shannon. Again, at the end of the day, he broke out a card that invited them to a private luxury suite. Shannon read it and looked disgusted. They went to the suite, but just sat there. She seemed really angry about getting a card that said that, because she knew all of the girls were getting a card like that.
The next day came, and Alex spent the day with Trista. He got sick, though, so they didn't do anything.
Anyway, the end of the show rolled around, and Alex gave a rose to Trista and Amanda, meaning that they got to keep dating them, but Shannon had to go. He gave her this load of bullcrap about why he didn't pick her to stay. But you know why I think he kicked Shannon out of the running? She didn't put out. As soon as I saw Alex gettin' down and dirty with Amanda, I knew Shannon was too good for him. He was cheating on the other girls! You don't just have sex with one of the girls when you're still dating the others! Ugh!
So, in conclusion, I think Alex is a moron.
--Holly Rachael :-[] <---Angry, clenched up teeth face
Wednesday, April 17, 2002
Harry Potter--The Bachelor
Time: 11:21 P.M.
I'm wearing: Pajamas-- A red shirt and light blue sweat capris.
I last ate: Chips and bean dip.
Song that's in my head: "Somewhere Down the Road" by Amy Grant.
Holly's theme song of the day: "Soak Up the Sun" by Sheryl Crow.
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I'm having a lot of fun writing my parody to the newest ABC reality show, The Bachelor. On The Bachelor, a guy chooses his wife from 25 women.
But in my story, Harry Potter-- The Bachelor, Hogwarts is having a prom, and way too many girls have asked Harry to accompany them to it. Fred and George convince Harry to have a sort of contest, where 25 girls must fill out applications to date Harry. In the course of the next 6 weeks, Harry must choose a date for the prom.
But I'm taking a small break from writing my story to... *pauses dramatically* BRUSH MY TEETH!
Ah, minty fresh. Alrighty, guess I'll get back to it then...
--Holly Rachael :-D
I'm wearing: Pajamas-- A red shirt and light blue sweat capris.
I last ate: Chips and bean dip.
Song that's in my head: "Somewhere Down the Road" by Amy Grant.
Holly's theme song of the day: "Soak Up the Sun" by Sheryl Crow.
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I'm having a lot of fun writing my parody to the newest ABC reality show, The Bachelor. On The Bachelor, a guy chooses his wife from 25 women.
But in my story, Harry Potter-- The Bachelor, Hogwarts is having a prom, and way too many girls have asked Harry to accompany them to it. Fred and George convince Harry to have a sort of contest, where 25 girls must fill out applications to date Harry. In the course of the next 6 weeks, Harry must choose a date for the prom.
But I'm taking a small break from writing my story to... *pauses dramatically* BRUSH MY TEETH!
Ah, minty fresh. Alrighty, guess I'll get back to it then...
--Holly Rachael :-D
Tuesday, April 16, 2002
Mom and Mike's Marriage in Mayhem
Time: 9:24 P.M.
I'm wearing: A new blue top and new jean shorts, with the FREAKING CAST!!!!!!
I last ate: Bean burritos at Don Pablos.
Song that's in my head: "Gone Away" by the Offspring.
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Ew... what a night last night was...
I went shopping with Mom, Grandma and Grandpa yesterday. I had a lot of fun. We bought Serendipity on DVD, I got new shorts, a shirt, capri pajama bottoms and hair ribbons. Then Mom and I rushed home to see The Bachelor.
Since The Bachelor is one of my favorite shows, I sat on the couch closest to the TV, so I could hear it. But Mike was like, "You're in my spot! Get out of my spot!" Good Lord, it doesn't have his name on it, but he thinks it does. So, my mom pulled the loveseat right up to the TV so I could hear my show. But Mike complained that I was sitting too close to him.
He yakked all through The Bachelor. After Once & Again, I decided to lie down because I wasn't feeling too good... and Mike makes this disgusted face, goes "Ugh!" and storms off into the kitchen. Apparently, I had my feet near his face. Big deal. Since Mike's been all mean and unemployed lately, that was the last straw for Mom. She stood up and yelled at him, then told me, "Come on, Holly. We don't need this, we're going to Grandma's, pack your stuff up."
When she said that, it brought back all kinds of horrible memories. That's almost exactly what Mom said when she decided to leave Chuck. And when we left Chuck, he stormed out of the house after us, and left a huge fist imprint on the top of Mom's car. Scared me half to death. So, I freaked out and started having a panic attack.
But then Mom realized we had to take the videos back to the rental place, so she told Mike, "We're going to take the videos back." By then, I was hysterically crying because all of those awful Chuck memories were rushing back to me. I couldn't go back there, so I asked Mom to take me to my grandma's house.
At Grandma's, Mike called to talk to Mom. He said he'd walked to the video store (at midnight!) because he was worried that we'd been mugged or something, and he (eventually) apologized for being such an A-hole. So, me with a migraine the size of Texas, and Mom with a tear-streaked face, we headed back home.
What a sucky night, huh? I've said it before, I'll say it again: I need a vacation. And *dang*, it's 92 degrees outside!
--Holly Rachael :-} <---Half-hearted smile
I'm wearing: A new blue top and new jean shorts, with the FREAKING CAST!!!!!!
I last ate: Bean burritos at Don Pablos.
Song that's in my head: "Gone Away" by the Offspring.
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Ew... what a night last night was...
I went shopping with Mom, Grandma and Grandpa yesterday. I had a lot of fun. We bought Serendipity on DVD, I got new shorts, a shirt, capri pajama bottoms and hair ribbons. Then Mom and I rushed home to see The Bachelor.
Since The Bachelor is one of my favorite shows, I sat on the couch closest to the TV, so I could hear it. But Mike was like, "You're in my spot! Get out of my spot!" Good Lord, it doesn't have his name on it, but he thinks it does. So, my mom pulled the loveseat right up to the TV so I could hear my show. But Mike complained that I was sitting too close to him.
He yakked all through The Bachelor. After Once & Again, I decided to lie down because I wasn't feeling too good... and Mike makes this disgusted face, goes "Ugh!" and storms off into the kitchen. Apparently, I had my feet near his face. Big deal. Since Mike's been all mean and unemployed lately, that was the last straw for Mom. She stood up and yelled at him, then told me, "Come on, Holly. We don't need this, we're going to Grandma's, pack your stuff up."
When she said that, it brought back all kinds of horrible memories. That's almost exactly what Mom said when she decided to leave Chuck. And when we left Chuck, he stormed out of the house after us, and left a huge fist imprint on the top of Mom's car. Scared me half to death. So, I freaked out and started having a panic attack.
But then Mom realized we had to take the videos back to the rental place, so she told Mike, "We're going to take the videos back." By then, I was hysterically crying because all of those awful Chuck memories were rushing back to me. I couldn't go back there, so I asked Mom to take me to my grandma's house.
At Grandma's, Mike called to talk to Mom. He said he'd walked to the video store (at midnight!) because he was worried that we'd been mugged or something, and he (eventually) apologized for being such an A-hole. So, me with a migraine the size of Texas, and Mom with a tear-streaked face, we headed back home.
What a sucky night, huh? I've said it before, I'll say it again: I need a vacation. And *dang*, it's 92 degrees outside!
--Holly Rachael :-} <---Half-hearted smile
Tuesday, April 2, 2002
Orthopedic Doctors Are Hot
Time: 3:14 P.M.
I'm wearing: My blue Luxor, Las Vegas shirt, black capris, and still this stupid cast.
I last ate: Cheeseless pizza, breadsticks and salad at Pizza Hut for lunch.
Song that's in my head: "Alive" by P.O.D.
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I just got back from the orthopedic doctors office, so they could check on my broken ankle, and see if I'd abused it in any way. The nurse smelled like peaches, and the assistant orthopedic doctor was pretty dang hot. So was the actual orthopedic doctor. I've gotta break my ankle more often, rrrrrrrrowwwwrrrrr...
Dude, Once & Again was so good last night! Grace and her teacher were all into each other. That was fun while it lasted, but those lousy people who are in charge of the school broke them up. I cried for like, 20 minutes. I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY'RE CANCELING ONCE & AGAIN! THAT'S ONE OF THE BEST SHOWS ON! THOSE FREAKING TV PEOPLE! AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!
I've gotta go, see my therapist at 5:30. She's not hot like my orthopedic doctor, but at least she'll fix my brain. A little. Hopefully.
Whoa, did you see The Bachelor last night? That show is awesome, but I was telling my grandma that I'd like it better if the show were fiction. So Grandma said, "Well, Holly, you're a writer. Write a fiction version." So now I'm writing the Harry Potter version of The Bachelor. It's really fun to write. Hey, quit laughing at me!
My dad just got a new car. His friend told him he wasn't going to pick any chicks up in his blue 1998 Buick LeSabre, so he got a silver 2002 LS Impala. Dad gave Zach the LeSabre, and now I get Zach's piece of junk blue '89 Cutless Supreme. Oh well. At least it's a car.
Well, I think I'm going to go, play the Sims or something. Later!
--Holly Rachael :-D
Find out which LifeSaver you are.
"Now, what would a creeply old one-legged sea captain do?"--Johnny Bravo
I'm wearing: My blue Luxor, Las Vegas shirt, black capris, and still this stupid cast.
I last ate: Cheeseless pizza, breadsticks and salad at Pizza Hut for lunch.
Song that's in my head: "Alive" by P.O.D.
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I just got back from the orthopedic doctors office, so they could check on my broken ankle, and see if I'd abused it in any way. The nurse smelled like peaches, and the assistant orthopedic doctor was pretty dang hot. So was the actual orthopedic doctor. I've gotta break my ankle more often, rrrrrrrrowwwwrrrrr...
Dude, Once & Again was so good last night! Grace and her teacher were all into each other. That was fun while it lasted, but those lousy people who are in charge of the school broke them up. I cried for like, 20 minutes. I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY'RE CANCELING ONCE & AGAIN! THAT'S ONE OF THE BEST SHOWS ON! THOSE FREAKING TV PEOPLE! AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!
I've gotta go, see my therapist at 5:30. She's not hot like my orthopedic doctor, but at least she'll fix my brain. A little. Hopefully.
Whoa, did you see The Bachelor last night? That show is awesome, but I was telling my grandma that I'd like it better if the show were fiction. So Grandma said, "Well, Holly, you're a writer. Write a fiction version." So now I'm writing the Harry Potter version of The Bachelor. It's really fun to write. Hey, quit laughing at me!
My dad just got a new car. His friend told him he wasn't going to pick any chicks up in his blue 1998 Buick LeSabre, so he got a silver 2002 LS Impala. Dad gave Zach the LeSabre, and now I get Zach's piece of junk blue '89 Cutless Supreme. Oh well. At least it's a car.
Well, I think I'm going to go, play the Sims or something. Later!
--Holly Rachael :-D
Find out which LifeSaver you are.
"Now, what would a creeply old one-legged sea captain do?"--Johnny Bravo
Saturday, March 16, 2002
Ow, My FEEEEEEEET!
Time: 9:29 P.M.
I'm wearing: My blue V-neck sweater and jeans.
I last ate: Some candy that I bought from Lawren.
Song that's in my head: The James Bond theme music, as that's what Dad's got on TV in the family room.
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Good LORD, my feet hurt all the time lately! I don't know what the deal is! My brother thinks that my shoes are too high, but I've been wearing five or six-inch heels since fifth grade, and they've never bothered me before. Ouch... See, I'd get some new tennis shoes so that I could walk around comfortably, but it seems that every shoe store I used to go to no longer carries my size, 11. It's RIDICULOUS! I wonder if I could order some out of a catalog or something...
You know what absolutely rocks? This web site: collegeuniv.com. It's this online show... I mean, a cartoon show. It's every bit as hilarious as The Simpsons and the Family Guy. It's just online instead of on TV! Zach's friends, Nick and Chris (the identical twins) told him about it, and I think it's the coolest thing since sliced bread. Everyone must check it out, or I'll hunt them down and make them eat crab colosh.
--Holly Rachael :-D
"Sorry, I can't hear ya. I'm much taller and stronger than you are."--Johnny Bravo
I'm wearing: My blue V-neck sweater and jeans.
I last ate: Some candy that I bought from Lawren.
Song that's in my head: The James Bond theme music, as that's what Dad's got on TV in the family room.
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Good LORD, my feet hurt all the time lately! I don't know what the deal is! My brother thinks that my shoes are too high, but I've been wearing five or six-inch heels since fifth grade, and they've never bothered me before. Ouch... See, I'd get some new tennis shoes so that I could walk around comfortably, but it seems that every shoe store I used to go to no longer carries my size, 11. It's RIDICULOUS! I wonder if I could order some out of a catalog or something...
You know what absolutely rocks? This web site: collegeuniv.com. It's this online show... I mean, a cartoon show. It's every bit as hilarious as The Simpsons and the Family Guy. It's just online instead of on TV! Zach's friends, Nick and Chris (the identical twins) told him about it, and I think it's the coolest thing since sliced bread. Everyone must check it out, or I'll hunt them down and make them eat crab colosh.
--Holly Rachael :-D
"Sorry, I can't hear ya. I'm much taller and stronger than you are."--Johnny Bravo
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