*Sigh*. My fish died. Skittlebrow is okay, but Milpool died. I'm terribly upset about it. *Sighs again*. My dad said he never wants to hear me say anything about him being mean to animals when I let my own fish die. I didn't want him to die, though! I don't even know what I did wrong...
Well... I'm sick. I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been sick for two weeks, for God's sake! It seems like I'd be better by now. I was even throwing up blood the other night. My doctor said it was because I have scratches in my throat from coughing too much, and when I swallow the mucus, it makes me nauseated, and then I throw up the blood. Tell me *that*'s not gross. *Shudders*.
I tell ya, Zach's got to stop accusing Sarah of stuff. On Saturday, Bobby, Zach, Sarah, and I went to Mom's house to hang out with her and her new boyfriend, Ron. Zach and I went to pick Sarah up, and the minute she got in the car, he kissed her and said, "Your breath smells like smoke! Have you been smoking?!" She gave him her word that she hadn't been, but that wasn't good enough for him! He kept saying stuff like, "Sarah's been smoking, she's probably got a pack of ciggaretts in her pocket right now!" So she ignored him, and just sat there, fuming. But pretty soon, Zach was like, "Either Sarah stops ignoring me, or she's not going to have a boyfriend much longer." Then he started swearing at her, using every filthy word he could think of, and he even called my mom a whore! Mom kicked him out of the house, but he came back right after getting a Slurpee and gas. Well, geez. That boy needs to get some self control. I don't know why Sarah's put up with him for that long. Even Bobby was glad to see him gone when he left.
Well... I hope Ron's finally going to be the one for my mom this time. All these guys keep breaking her heart. She falls in love way too easily. But, dude... they say they love her, they want to marry her, and that they want to see other people. Geez. My mom can't afford another heartbreak. She really can't, so I hope so much that this guy is going to stick around, and not let her down. I like this guy, too. He actually has good taste in music! He listens to Creed and Matchbox Twenty instead of Kenny Rogers and Reba McIntyre. Amd he likes Tommy Boy. He must be cool. Welp... *crosses fingers* good luck to my mom.
Okay, I s'pose I'll go, do some mad libs now. See ya.
--"Holy" Holly Zintel
Wednesday, October 11, 2000
Thursday, October 5, 2000
Can't Get Enough of These Surveys...
HELP! I'M A HOPELESS SURVEY ADDICT!
FULL NAME: Holly Rachael Zintel.
NICKNAMES: "Holy", "Daria", "Holly Ho-ho", and "Peanut."
DOB: February 28th, 1984
LOCATION: Flint, MI.
SIBLINGS: Z-bear. Er, I mean, Zach. He has a diary, too. His name on here is ElZacho if you care.
PETS & NAMES: Kitties: Daria and Amy, Puppy: Chyna, Fish: Milpool and Skittlebrow.
HAIR COLOR: Brown and blonde.
HEIGHT: 5'6"... *gasp*... and a quarter!
EYE COLOR: Greenish blue.
SHOE SIZE: 11. It sucks because I used to be a ten, and I could buy shoes at Baker's, but not anymore! *Begins sobbing, then falls to her ugly shoes*.
SCHOOL: Mott Middle College.
GRADE: E. Oh! Iiiii see... I'm a freshmore.
BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND: Nuh-uh.
BEST FREIND *OR FRIENDS :)*: Mom and Sarah.
HAVE YOU EVER...
BEEN SWIMMING IN A PUBLIC FOUNTAIN? Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee! (Quitely) Yes.
RECIEVED AN UNEXPECTED PACKAGE IN THE MAIL? Yeah. A bunch of books and videos about getting a cool job. I think it was supposed to be for the guy next door, since he never goes to work.
RIDDEN ON A MOTORCYCLE? Can't say that I have.
EATEN ESCARGOT? Nope. I don't eat anything I can't pronounce, or identify as actual food.
BEEN ON A MISSION TRIP? If you count when Mom and I went to Vegas to meet Mike. Mission: Mike. Hee hee. We should have made a movie...
SCORED A HOLE IN ONE AT GOLF? Yeah, at Pirate's Park.
BEEN IN AN AMBULANCE? I don't believe so.
LAUGHED SO HARD YOU WET YOUR PANTS? Yeeeeah, act like it never happened to *you*...
THROWN UP ON A RIDE? No, but I cried a whole lot.
STOLEN SOMETHING? Three words: I have Napster.
VISITED THE GRAND CANYON? No, but Hoover Dam was sort of like it... uh, I think.
HAD A DOG TAKE YOU FOR A WALK? Nope. But I'd laugh if I saw that happening to anyone.
HAD SURGERY? When I had ingrown toenails, these doctors cut them out, and they said they'd never seen anyone bleed from the toes that much. I think that counts as surgery.
SEEN THE BACKSIDE OF A WATERFALL? On TV.
TOUCHED THE SKIN OF AN ELEPHANT? Yeah. When I was little, me, Zach, Tim, and Allison went to the circus (I didn't know it was wrong then), and rode elephants.
DANCED THE HULA? Probably when I was about four.
W0NDERED WHY THERE ARE BRAILLE DOTS ON THE KEYPAD OF THE DRIVEUP ATM? Braille dots?! I thought that was one of those connect-the-dots things. The people at the bank aren't going to be too happy with me...
RUN IN A MARATHON? Ha ha ha ha!
GIVEN MONEY TO A HOMELESS PERSON? Yeah.
WONDERED WHY THERE ARE INTERSTATE HIGHWAYS IN HAWAII? There are? *Now* I'll wonder about it...
THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO DIE? Yes. I thought I was drowning and my grandpa didn't notice. These two *really* hot guys saved me, though, and it was cool. I told them they were hot, and they thought it was funny because I was like, four years old.
BEEN TO A CONCERT? Yeah. 'Bout eight Amy Grant concerts (Michael W. Smith was usually there, too), two 'N Sync, one 98 Degrees, and a lot of Zach's band concerts.
WALKED INTO THE WRONG BATHROOM? I don't think so, but my dad's famous for that.
PUT SOMETHING IN THE MICROWAVE THAT DID NOT BELONG THERE? No.
BEEN RESCUED BY A LIFE GUARD? Yeah. The stupid swimming teacher pushed me off the diving board! Now I have a permanent fear of water...
BEEN ON A BLIND DATE? No.
GOTTEN BEAT UP? Yeah, in third grade, my brother beat me up for a couple of 6th grade chicks that sucked.
WRESTLED A PIG? No! Geez...
FAINTED? Uh-uh.
EXPERIENCED DEJA VU? I think I was asked this question in a previous life...
WALKED INTO A SLIDING DOOR? I believe so.
THANKED GOD FOR SOMETHING? Of course.
KISSED YOUR FRIENDS BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND? No.
TALKED TO SOMEONE ON THE PHONE FOR MORE THAN 2 HOURS? I don't think so, no.
BEEN IN A PARADE? No.
GOTTEN A TATTOO? Not unless you count the removable kind that say "'N Sync."
BEEN ON TV? I thought I would be after the whole Clinton thing at my school, but I think the ABC 12 people heard me say that I didn't like the president.
KNOWN SOMEONE THAT WAS STRUCK BY LIGHTENING? Not unless you count my modem a person.
SEEN AN OPERA? On TV.
BEEN LOCKED OUT OF YOUR HOUSE? Uh-huh. Waiting in the freezing cold without a coat sucks.
WALKED OR TALKED IN YOUR SLEEP? Just sang.
RUN AWAY FROM HOME? Nope.
GONE OUT WITH SOMEONE WHEN YOU WERE ON THE REBOUND FROM ANOTHER RELATIONSHIP? No, but that sounds more exciting than not having a relationship at all in the first place!
HAD A MIRACLE HAPPEN TO YOU? Yeah.
BEEN TRAPPED IN AN ELEVATOR? Mmhmm.
RIDDEN IN A LIMOUSINE? I don't think so.
HAD MORE THAN ONE DATE IN A DAY? No. How Quinnish.
BEEN CALLED INTO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE? Yeah. She wanted to take me out to lunch.
DEVELOPED A FRIENDSHIP OVER THE INTERNET? Plenty of 'em. And those two jerks who abandoned me must die! Er, I mean, cry! I'll bet they cry a lot without me! Heh... heh... (nervously glances around).
DONE SOMETHING REALLY WILD AND DANGEROUS? Not really.
BEEN KISSING SOMEONE WHILE YOU WERE THINKING OF SOMEONE ELSE? Yeah. I was kissing my cat, Amy, and I thought she was my other cat, Daria. Boy, I felt stupid...
FELT COMPLETELY HAPPY? Yeah. This time when I had a banana Slurpee *and* stuffing!
RIDDEN IN A HOT AIR BALLOON? No.
HAD A B-DAY WISH COME TRUE? No. The Little Mermaid never came to my house, Danny never asked me out, and Daria and Trent never hooked up. *Sigh*.
SLIPPED AND FALLEN IN THE SHOWER? Yeah. It sucked. I got soap in my eye and couldn't see Drew Carey good.
SKINNED A DEER? Ah! Hello?! Huge animal rights fanatic!
YELLED AT A TEACHER? No.
SMELLED YOUR OWN BAD BREATH? Well, *I* thought it smelled good.
BEEN WHITE-WATER RAFTING? Nope.
WALKED ALONG A BEACH IN THE MOONLIGHT? Yeah. My family and I used to go on vacation to Tawas, MI every year, and we stayed at the Holiday Inn on the beach.
TOUCHED A PENGUIN? At the zoo. Zoos are wrong. Don't give them money.
BEEN IN A CAR ACCIDENT? Uh-huh.
HAD SOMEONE FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU? This creepy dude.
HAD FRIENDS WHO ARE A LOT OLDER THAN YOU? Yeah.
GONE COW TIPPING? Whoever wrote this survey sucks, and no, for Heaven's sake!
WANTED TO GO TO THE MOON? No.
BEEN TICKLED SO HARD THAT YOU CRIED? Yeah.
BEEN IN A HURRICANE OR TORNADO
FULL NAME: Holly Rachael Zintel.
NICKNAMES: "Holy", "Daria", "Holly Ho-ho", and "Peanut."
DOB: February 28th, 1984
LOCATION: Flint, MI.
SIBLINGS: Z-bear. Er, I mean, Zach. He has a diary, too. His name on here is ElZacho if you care.
PETS & NAMES: Kitties: Daria and Amy, Puppy: Chyna, Fish: Milpool and Skittlebrow.
HAIR COLOR: Brown and blonde.
HEIGHT: 5'6"... *gasp*... and a quarter!
EYE COLOR: Greenish blue.
SHOE SIZE: 11. It sucks because I used to be a ten, and I could buy shoes at Baker's, but not anymore! *Begins sobbing, then falls to her ugly shoes*.
SCHOOL: Mott Middle College.
GRADE: E. Oh! Iiiii see... I'm a freshmore.
BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND: Nuh-uh.
BEST FREIND *OR FRIENDS :)*: Mom and Sarah.
HAVE YOU EVER...
BEEN SWIMMING IN A PUBLIC FOUNTAIN? Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee! (Quitely) Yes.
RECIEVED AN UNEXPECTED PACKAGE IN THE MAIL? Yeah. A bunch of books and videos about getting a cool job. I think it was supposed to be for the guy next door, since he never goes to work.
RIDDEN ON A MOTORCYCLE? Can't say that I have.
EATEN ESCARGOT? Nope. I don't eat anything I can't pronounce, or identify as actual food.
BEEN ON A MISSION TRIP? If you count when Mom and I went to Vegas to meet Mike. Mission: Mike. Hee hee. We should have made a movie...
SCORED A HOLE IN ONE AT GOLF? Yeah, at Pirate's Park.
BEEN IN AN AMBULANCE? I don't believe so.
LAUGHED SO HARD YOU WET YOUR PANTS? Yeeeeah, act like it never happened to *you*...
THROWN UP ON A RIDE? No, but I cried a whole lot.
STOLEN SOMETHING? Three words: I have Napster.
VISITED THE GRAND CANYON? No, but Hoover Dam was sort of like it... uh, I think.
HAD A DOG TAKE YOU FOR A WALK? Nope. But I'd laugh if I saw that happening to anyone.
HAD SURGERY? When I had ingrown toenails, these doctors cut them out, and they said they'd never seen anyone bleed from the toes that much. I think that counts as surgery.
SEEN THE BACKSIDE OF A WATERFALL? On TV.
TOUCHED THE SKIN OF AN ELEPHANT? Yeah. When I was little, me, Zach, Tim, and Allison went to the circus (I didn't know it was wrong then), and rode elephants.
DANCED THE HULA? Probably when I was about four.
W0NDERED WHY THERE ARE BRAILLE DOTS ON THE KEYPAD OF THE DRIVEUP ATM? Braille dots?! I thought that was one of those connect-the-dots things. The people at the bank aren't going to be too happy with me...
RUN IN A MARATHON? Ha ha ha ha!
GIVEN MONEY TO A HOMELESS PERSON? Yeah.
WONDERED WHY THERE ARE INTERSTATE HIGHWAYS IN HAWAII? There are? *Now* I'll wonder about it...
THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO DIE? Yes. I thought I was drowning and my grandpa didn't notice. These two *really* hot guys saved me, though, and it was cool. I told them they were hot, and they thought it was funny because I was like, four years old.
BEEN TO A CONCERT? Yeah. 'Bout eight Amy Grant concerts (Michael W. Smith was usually there, too), two 'N Sync, one 98 Degrees, and a lot of Zach's band concerts.
WALKED INTO THE WRONG BATHROOM? I don't think so, but my dad's famous for that.
PUT SOMETHING IN THE MICROWAVE THAT DID NOT BELONG THERE? No.
BEEN RESCUED BY A LIFE GUARD? Yeah. The stupid swimming teacher pushed me off the diving board! Now I have a permanent fear of water...
BEEN ON A BLIND DATE? No.
GOTTEN BEAT UP? Yeah, in third grade, my brother beat me up for a couple of 6th grade chicks that sucked.
WRESTLED A PIG? No! Geez...
FAINTED? Uh-uh.
EXPERIENCED DEJA VU? I think I was asked this question in a previous life...
WALKED INTO A SLIDING DOOR? I believe so.
THANKED GOD FOR SOMETHING? Of course.
KISSED YOUR FRIENDS BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND? No.
TALKED TO SOMEONE ON THE PHONE FOR MORE THAN 2 HOURS? I don't think so, no.
BEEN IN A PARADE? No.
GOTTEN A TATTOO? Not unless you count the removable kind that say "'N Sync."
BEEN ON TV? I thought I would be after the whole Clinton thing at my school, but I think the ABC 12 people heard me say that I didn't like the president.
KNOWN SOMEONE THAT WAS STRUCK BY LIGHTENING? Not unless you count my modem a person.
SEEN AN OPERA? On TV.
BEEN LOCKED OUT OF YOUR HOUSE? Uh-huh. Waiting in the freezing cold without a coat sucks.
WALKED OR TALKED IN YOUR SLEEP? Just sang.
RUN AWAY FROM HOME? Nope.
GONE OUT WITH SOMEONE WHEN YOU WERE ON THE REBOUND FROM ANOTHER RELATIONSHIP? No, but that sounds more exciting than not having a relationship at all in the first place!
HAD A MIRACLE HAPPEN TO YOU? Yeah.
BEEN TRAPPED IN AN ELEVATOR? Mmhmm.
RIDDEN IN A LIMOUSINE? I don't think so.
HAD MORE THAN ONE DATE IN A DAY? No. How Quinnish.
BEEN CALLED INTO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE? Yeah. She wanted to take me out to lunch.
DEVELOPED A FRIENDSHIP OVER THE INTERNET? Plenty of 'em. And those two jerks who abandoned me must die! Er, I mean, cry! I'll bet they cry a lot without me! Heh... heh... (nervously glances around).
DONE SOMETHING REALLY WILD AND DANGEROUS? Not really.
BEEN KISSING SOMEONE WHILE YOU WERE THINKING OF SOMEONE ELSE? Yeah. I was kissing my cat, Amy, and I thought she was my other cat, Daria. Boy, I felt stupid...
FELT COMPLETELY HAPPY? Yeah. This time when I had a banana Slurpee *and* stuffing!
RIDDEN IN A HOT AIR BALLOON? No.
HAD A B-DAY WISH COME TRUE? No. The Little Mermaid never came to my house, Danny never asked me out, and Daria and Trent never hooked up. *Sigh*.
SLIPPED AND FALLEN IN THE SHOWER? Yeah. It sucked. I got soap in my eye and couldn't see Drew Carey good.
SKINNED A DEER? Ah! Hello?! Huge animal rights fanatic!
YELLED AT A TEACHER? No.
SMELLED YOUR OWN BAD BREATH? Well, *I* thought it smelled good.
BEEN WHITE-WATER RAFTING? Nope.
WALKED ALONG A BEACH IN THE MOONLIGHT? Yeah. My family and I used to go on vacation to Tawas, MI every year, and we stayed at the Holiday Inn on the beach.
TOUCHED A PENGUIN? At the zoo. Zoos are wrong. Don't give them money.
BEEN IN A CAR ACCIDENT? Uh-huh.
HAD SOMEONE FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU? This creepy dude.
HAD FRIENDS WHO ARE A LOT OLDER THAN YOU? Yeah.
GONE COW TIPPING? Whoever wrote this survey sucks, and no, for Heaven's sake!
WANTED TO GO TO THE MOON? No.
BEEN TICKLED SO HARD THAT YOU CRIED? Yeah.
BEEN IN A HURRICANE OR TORNADO
Wednesday, October 4, 2000
AAAAA!!!!! A WEEK TO LIVE!!!
That's right, I'm actually going to write about the *theme*! I've never done that before! Anyway, seeing as a huge asteroid is going to hit the Earth in seven days, I'd better do something about it.
To do before I die:
1. Cry for at least five hours into my cats' and dog's fur.
2. Talk my parents into letting me alternate between their houses twelve times a day.
3. Hug everyone in my family.
4. Finish a freaking story!
5. Say goodbye to all my online friends, and go see them all.
6. Go to Vegas one last time (oh wait, I can squeeze this into the above one. Never mind).
7. Confess to dude I'm in love with that I'm in love with him.
8. Have a quickie wedding.
9. Lose virginity.
10. Adopt two kids and name them Autumn Kate and Jesse Scott.
11. Spend a buncha time with everybody I love.
12. Read the Bible and pray more than I've ever prayed before.
Yup. I wonder if I could squeeze all of that into a week... Hmm... Well, let's hope I'll never have to find out. See ya!
--Holly the "Holy" Zintel ():-)
To do before I die:
1. Cry for at least five hours into my cats' and dog's fur.
2. Talk my parents into letting me alternate between their houses twelve times a day.
3. Hug everyone in my family.
4. Finish a freaking story!
5. Say goodbye to all my online friends, and go see them all.
6. Go to Vegas one last time (oh wait, I can squeeze this into the above one. Never mind).
7. Confess to dude I'm in love with that I'm in love with him.
8. Have a quickie wedding.
9. Lose virginity.
10. Adopt two kids and name them Autumn Kate and Jesse Scott.
11. Spend a buncha time with everybody I love.
12. Read the Bible and pray more than I've ever prayed before.
Yup. I wonder if I could squeeze all of that into a week... Hmm... Well, let's hope I'll never have to find out. See ya!
--Holly the "Holy" Zintel ():-)
FISH RULE!!! WOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yo! Guess what I did today?! Not a whole lot... I'm still sick, and a chick at the doctor's office who wasn't my doctor said I have bronchitis. So, that sucks. Anyway, me, Zach, and Sarah went to Wal-Mart and got some fish for me. Two fish. So they can have sex so I don't have to pay for more fish. Their names are Milpool and Skittlebrow. They're cool.
Show of the day: Port Charles.
Song of the day: "Can't Lose What You Never Had" by Westlife.
Movie of the Day: Office Space.
Person who sucks of the day: Tom Sloane from Daria.
Cartoon Character of the Day: Franklin Sherman from The Critic.
Yup. How 'bout that. Bye.
--New Fish Owner,
Holly the "Holy" Zintel ():-)
Show of the day: Port Charles.
Song of the day: "Can't Lose What You Never Had" by Westlife.
Movie of the Day: Office Space.
Person who sucks of the day: Tom Sloane from Daria.
Cartoon Character of the Day: Franklin Sherman from The Critic.
Yup. How 'bout that. Bye.
--New Fish Owner,
Holly the "Holy" Zintel ():-)
Tuesday, October 3, 2000
Another Stolen Survey!
Basics...
Today's Date: 10-2-00.
Astrological sign: Pisces.
Eye color: Bluish green.
Hair color: It's brown, but I put blonde highlights in it, 'cause they say stupid people are blonde, and I'm sort of stupid, but not all that stupid, so I'm sort of blonde.
Height: 5'6"
Favorites...
A color you like to wear (not fav color): Uh... when it's hot, I like to wear white so I don't melt into a puddle.
A flower you would like to grow in a garden: Zinnias. I don't know what those are, but Diane Long always writes about them in her Daria fan fic' series.
Your lucky number: 9.
A City you would like to visit: New York, so I can see where Daria's made.
Music you prefer to listen to when alone: It doesn't matter if I'm alone or not, but Scarlet Road, Mystik Spiral, boy bands, Amy Grant, "Weird Al" Yankovic, and Michael W. Smith.
The best sex music: Ha ha ha ha ha hee hee hee hee ha ha ha! Uh, how 'bout "Digital Get Down" by 'N Sync or "Caress Me Down" by Sublime, or something hilariously dirty like that.
bands/c.d.'s you listen to lately: 98 Degrees' Revelation, Plus One, and Mandy Moore's I Wanna Be With You.
A movie you can watch over and over: "Is It Fall Yet?", "Ten Things I Hate About You", "Where the Heart Is", "Final Destination", "Nothing to Lose", "Simply Irresistable", "Office Space", and "Austin Powers 2."
Your favorite clothing: Daria shirt and jeans.
Your favorite place to sit at home: The couch.
A motto you like to live by: "All I need to know, I learned from Daria."
Your watch: It's got the Daria logo on it, and it's worked for three years. When it dies, I'm getting another Daria watch.
Your cologne: Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin from Bath & Body Works and Bottled Emotions: Romance.
Your prized possession: My entire collection of Daria stuff.
Your most expensive possession: I don't know, my family buys everything for me.
If your house was on fire and you could only save 4 items what would they be? My pictures.
Friends...
3 traits you look for in a friend: Doesn't hate me, isn't a jerk, and loves Daria.
friend you have known longest: Mom.
friend you miss most: Randi.
Your 3 best qualities: Uh... best? Well... I'm nice sometimes. People tell me I'm funny at times, and they don't always mean funny looking. And um... I got nothin'.
Your 3 worst: Bad listener, not patriotic enough, have a tendancy to pinch people who eat meat.
Things you are often complimented for: People either like or are amazed by my collection of Daria-related items.
You get embarrassed when: I trip over Norm MacDonald and land on Regis Philban. *Geez*, that's embarrassing...
Makes you happy: Daria, The Simpsons, driving to the French Laundry with my mom, hanging out at Great Lakes Crossing with my friends, writing stories, and talking to Rory. Ever talk to Rory? What a dude. Talk to Rory.
Upsets you: When people eat meat, when people hunt, and when people kick my dog. Stupid people.
Yes or No:
Do you keep a diary? Yeah. This one right here.
Do you like to cook? Yeah, but I suck at it. I'm trying to get better.
Do you have a secret you have not shared with anyone? Yeah.
Do you fold your underwear? That was the secret! Ah, it's out! How will I go on now?!
Do you talk in your sleep? Sometimes I sing in my sleep, but I don't think I've ever talked in my sleep.
Do you eat fast? Not unless I'm really hungry, or in a hurry.
Do you set your clock/watch a few minutes ahead? Well, I don't mean to, but it seems to turn out that way.
Do you believe in love? Yeah.
the end...
Well, this survey kind of sucked, didn't it? Oh well.
Today's Date: 10-2-00.
Astrological sign: Pisces.
Eye color: Bluish green.
Hair color: It's brown, but I put blonde highlights in it, 'cause they say stupid people are blonde, and I'm sort of stupid, but not all that stupid, so I'm sort of blonde.
Height: 5'6"
Favorites...
A color you like to wear (not fav color): Uh... when it's hot, I like to wear white so I don't melt into a puddle.
A flower you would like to grow in a garden: Zinnias. I don't know what those are, but Diane Long always writes about them in her Daria fan fic' series.
Your lucky number: 9.
A City you would like to visit: New York, so I can see where Daria's made.
Music you prefer to listen to when alone: It doesn't matter if I'm alone or not, but Scarlet Road, Mystik Spiral, boy bands, Amy Grant, "Weird Al" Yankovic, and Michael W. Smith.
The best sex music: Ha ha ha ha ha hee hee hee hee ha ha ha! Uh, how 'bout "Digital Get Down" by 'N Sync or "Caress Me Down" by Sublime, or something hilariously dirty like that.
bands/c.d.'s you listen to lately: 98 Degrees' Revelation, Plus One, and Mandy Moore's I Wanna Be With You.
A movie you can watch over and over: "Is It Fall Yet?", "Ten Things I Hate About You", "Where the Heart Is", "Final Destination", "Nothing to Lose", "Simply Irresistable", "Office Space", and "Austin Powers 2."
Your favorite clothing: Daria shirt and jeans.
Your favorite place to sit at home: The couch.
A motto you like to live by: "All I need to know, I learned from Daria."
Your watch: It's got the Daria logo on it, and it's worked for three years. When it dies, I'm getting another Daria watch.
Your cologne: Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin from Bath & Body Works and Bottled Emotions: Romance.
Your prized possession: My entire collection of Daria stuff.
Your most expensive possession: I don't know, my family buys everything for me.
If your house was on fire and you could only save 4 items what would they be? My pictures.
Friends...
3 traits you look for in a friend: Doesn't hate me, isn't a jerk, and loves Daria.
friend you have known longest: Mom.
friend you miss most: Randi.
Your 3 best qualities: Uh... best? Well... I'm nice sometimes. People tell me I'm funny at times, and they don't always mean funny looking. And um... I got nothin'.
Your 3 worst: Bad listener, not patriotic enough, have a tendancy to pinch people who eat meat.
Things you are often complimented for: People either like or are amazed by my collection of Daria-related items.
You get embarrassed when: I trip over Norm MacDonald and land on Regis Philban. *Geez*, that's embarrassing...
Makes you happy: Daria, The Simpsons, driving to the French Laundry with my mom, hanging out at Great Lakes Crossing with my friends, writing stories, and talking to Rory. Ever talk to Rory? What a dude. Talk to Rory.
Upsets you: When people eat meat, when people hunt, and when people kick my dog. Stupid people.
Yes or No:
Do you keep a diary? Yeah. This one right here.
Do you like to cook? Yeah, but I suck at it. I'm trying to get better.
Do you have a secret you have not shared with anyone? Yeah.
Do you fold your underwear? That was the secret! Ah, it's out! How will I go on now?!
Do you talk in your sleep? Sometimes I sing in my sleep, but I don't think I've ever talked in my sleep.
Do you eat fast? Not unless I'm really hungry, or in a hurry.
Do you set your clock/watch a few minutes ahead? Well, I don't mean to, but it seems to turn out that way.
Do you believe in love? Yeah.
the end...
Well, this survey kind of sucked, didn't it? Oh well.
People Would Be Less Depressed If...
You know, some people think that life sucks. I've been reading people's diaries, and geez. Just about every last person was like, "Yesterday, I ate some cereal, went to the mall, watched The Simpsons, and tried to kill myself because life is depressing." My God! That's not the way I think of life at all. I feel terrible for anyone who thinks that way. And so, here are some suggestions that I have to make everyone else's life as cool as mine seems sometimes.
Ways To Make Life Less Depressing
1. Stop listening to Eminem and start listening to "Weird Al" Yankovic.
2. On your lunch break, go to Chuck E. Cheese and play some Ski-Ball.
3. If work or school gets too hard, call in sick, suck all the goo out of those nifty new Twizzlers, and use them as straws to drink root beer through while you watch Ernest Scared Stupid.
4. Instead of the news, watch Johnny Bravvo.
5. Go to Bath & Body Works and buy some of that Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin perfume I got... ohhhh, that stuff's good...
6. Choose an Office Space character to act like for the day. No one will know what the hell you're doing, but *you'll* be entertained!
7. When a new episode of Daria comes on, take an interest in a main character like Jake. When he comes on, you'll be so glad to see him, you'll crack up at everything he says. The next day, when taking your history exam, you'll *still* be laughing, and the pressure of the test won't get to you so much.
8. Act like Rosie O'Donnel all the time. I do. All you have to do is eat a lot, sing all the time, and quote a TV character in every one of your conversations.
9. Write to a restaurant like the Olive Garden, and tell them there was a bug in your food, even if there wasn't. They'll send you a coupon for a free meal.
10. Try not to think about polar bears.
11. When a problem comes along, ask yourself, "What would Mr. Bean do...?"
12. If you want to get in with the popular group, show them a picture of a *really* hot guy, and tell them you're going out with him. They'll follow you around all the time just to get a glimpse of him, and people will think you're cool.
13. When a waitress asks for your drink order, say, "I don't know... I'm sort of in a Spriteful mood today... what do you suggest I do about it?"
14. Go, see my grandma and grandpa Z. They're really hilarious because they fight all the time.
15. Don't watch Fear on MTV. It'll make you paranoid.
16. Get a really different pet, like a flamingo. Then hang a sign on your house that says, "Come, see the flamingo! $2!" You make money that way, plus it'd be funny to have around.
17. Get padded walls in your bedroom, but get them in leopard print, or tye-dyed.
18. Get a religion. Most of the people I see who are depressed don't have one. If nothing else, a religion gives you hope that you're going someplace really sweet when you die instead of nowhere.
19. Volunteer at the soup kitchen. Not only will you be helping people out, but you'll see that you could have a much better reason to be depressed.
20. If you're ugly, either don't look at beauty magazines, or get a makeover, for God's sake.
Welp, kids! There you have it. If you have something that got you over a depression, leave a note on here, or E-mail me. If you don't have an idea, keep your mouth shut.
Ways To Make Life Less Depressing
1. Stop listening to Eminem and start listening to "Weird Al" Yankovic.
2. On your lunch break, go to Chuck E. Cheese and play some Ski-Ball.
3. If work or school gets too hard, call in sick, suck all the goo out of those nifty new Twizzlers, and use them as straws to drink root beer through while you watch Ernest Scared Stupid.
4. Instead of the news, watch Johnny Bravvo.
5. Go to Bath & Body Works and buy some of that Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin perfume I got... ohhhh, that stuff's good...
6. Choose an Office Space character to act like for the day. No one will know what the hell you're doing, but *you'll* be entertained!
7. When a new episode of Daria comes on, take an interest in a main character like Jake. When he comes on, you'll be so glad to see him, you'll crack up at everything he says. The next day, when taking your history exam, you'll *still* be laughing, and the pressure of the test won't get to you so much.
8. Act like Rosie O'Donnel all the time. I do. All you have to do is eat a lot, sing all the time, and quote a TV character in every one of your conversations.
9. Write to a restaurant like the Olive Garden, and tell them there was a bug in your food, even if there wasn't. They'll send you a coupon for a free meal.
10. Try not to think about polar bears.
11. When a problem comes along, ask yourself, "What would Mr. Bean do...?"
12. If you want to get in with the popular group, show them a picture of a *really* hot guy, and tell them you're going out with him. They'll follow you around all the time just to get a glimpse of him, and people will think you're cool.
13. When a waitress asks for your drink order, say, "I don't know... I'm sort of in a Spriteful mood today... what do you suggest I do about it?"
14. Go, see my grandma and grandpa Z. They're really hilarious because they fight all the time.
15. Don't watch Fear on MTV. It'll make you paranoid.
16. Get a really different pet, like a flamingo. Then hang a sign on your house that says, "Come, see the flamingo! $2!" You make money that way, plus it'd be funny to have around.
17. Get padded walls in your bedroom, but get them in leopard print, or tye-dyed.
18. Get a religion. Most of the people I see who are depressed don't have one. If nothing else, a religion gives you hope that you're going someplace really sweet when you die instead of nowhere.
19. Volunteer at the soup kitchen. Not only will you be helping people out, but you'll see that you could have a much better reason to be depressed.
20. If you're ugly, either don't look at beauty magazines, or get a makeover, for God's sake.
Welp, kids! There you have it. If you have something that got you over a depression, leave a note on here, or E-mail me. If you don't have an idea, keep your mouth shut.
Monday, October 2, 2000
What? Huh? (My ears are plugged.) 'S'that?
How come I can never get over a cold? Everyone passes the stupid virus around, like it's so derned easy for them to get rid of, and then they all dump it on poor, innocent Holly, who can't GIVE THE FRICKIN' COLD *AWAY*! I always get stuck with this kid of bull crap... And now I can't even hear anything.
The phone's probably ringing, and the dog is probably whining to get it, but I can't hear, so I'll just sit here and tell you about what's going on in my utterly fascinating life.
Sarah has been a little freaked out lately. Yesterday, we watched Final Destination together, and she's all, "Oh no! Everything I write about comes true! I've been writing about people dying! It could happen!" I told her never to put me in one of her stories again.
Anyway, what's Sarah said seems to be true for both of us. We're writers. She writes stories about her life, and I write stories about Daria. However, recently, I figured, why not give what Sarah writes about a shot? So, I've been writing a story called "The 1st" about how Sarah and Zach have a baby out of wedlock and get married. Then I get terribly jealous of a girl, and get plastic surgery to look just like her. Then no one can tell us apart, and it's stupid, but it's fun to write. So, my point is, DEAR *GOD*, that had better not come true!
In my other story, "Ideal Identity," which I started writing at the beginning of the summer, my mom found a guy online, and my whole family (including all my friends, somehow), moved to Vegas. Then, in real life, Mom meets this online guy, Mike, and he flies us out to Vegas, where he lives, and starts saying how he wants to marry my mom, and move us out there. Tell me that's not creepy. AH! Sarah and I have got to stop writing, or I'm going to end up all weird and mangled, Zach's going to fall down the stairs and develop amnesia, and 'N Sync is going to come to Sarah's school to saranade her. Well... I guess it wouldn't turn out so bad in Sarah's case... BUT, *I'VE* GOTTA STOP WRITING! I'm sticking to Daria stories...
--Sick, Sad Animal Rights Chica and Daria Stalker,
Holly the "Holy" Zintel ():-)
The phone's probably ringing, and the dog is probably whining to get it, but I can't hear, so I'll just sit here and tell you about what's going on in my utterly fascinating life.
Sarah has been a little freaked out lately. Yesterday, we watched Final Destination together, and she's all, "Oh no! Everything I write about comes true! I've been writing about people dying! It could happen!" I told her never to put me in one of her stories again.
Anyway, what's Sarah said seems to be true for both of us. We're writers. She writes stories about her life, and I write stories about Daria. However, recently, I figured, why not give what Sarah writes about a shot? So, I've been writing a story called "The 1st" about how Sarah and Zach have a baby out of wedlock and get married. Then I get terribly jealous of a girl, and get plastic surgery to look just like her. Then no one can tell us apart, and it's stupid, but it's fun to write. So, my point is, DEAR *GOD*, that had better not come true!
In my other story, "Ideal Identity," which I started writing at the beginning of the summer, my mom found a guy online, and my whole family (including all my friends, somehow), moved to Vegas. Then, in real life, Mom meets this online guy, Mike, and he flies us out to Vegas, where he lives, and starts saying how he wants to marry my mom, and move us out there. Tell me that's not creepy. AH! Sarah and I have got to stop writing, or I'm going to end up all weird and mangled, Zach's going to fall down the stairs and develop amnesia, and 'N Sync is going to come to Sarah's school to saranade her. Well... I guess it wouldn't turn out so bad in Sarah's case... BUT, *I'VE* GOTTA STOP WRITING! I'm sticking to Daria stories...
--Sick, Sad Animal Rights Chica and Daria Stalker,
Holly the "Holy" Zintel ():-)
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