Hey... this is the survey that I stole from... um... uh-oh. Well anyway, this is the survey I stole about my *psychodelic echo sound effect* ~DREAM MAN~!
HOLLY'S DREAM DUDE...
Hair color: Silver and gold stripes. Ooh, with purple polkadots!
Eye color: Shocking Pink.
Height: 3'7"
Six pack or nice little belly?: How 'bout one of those good ol' Dorito-induced pounches?
Facial hair?: Yes... and *it* could be gold and purple stripes with *silver* polkadots!
Long or short hair: Long hair that could be braided into his niftily-colored facial hair.
Glasses?: Yeah, that thick Coke bottle kind.
Buff or skinny?: Pleasantly plump.
Straight teeth, a gap or braces?: No teeth.
Height wise, where do you come up to him on?: Well, *he* comes up to *my* knee. I thought we'd established that with the whole 3'7" thing.
~*Personality*~
Funny or serious: Oh, come on. Which do you think a girl with the name "Hollarious" would want? Serious, of course. Duh.
Party boy or stay at home and cuddle guy: Stay at home and party guy.
Does he love his mother?: No. He says she's a miserable old bat.
Does he tell her he loves her?: Yeah, the lyin' sack o' crap!
Will he watch chick flicks?: At gunpoint or... not at gunpoint?
Does he come up with romantic ideas on his own or does he have to ask your friends for help?: He asks Jeeves.
Do you call him more than he calls you?: I can't remember his phone number and he can't remember mine.
Does he smoke? Only when he's on fire.
Does he swear?: Give him a break, he's got terrets!
Is he a virgin?: If you have no genitalia, it's hard to lose your virginity.
~*Dating Style*~
One girl at a time or lots of girls at a time?: It depends on which time you're talking about. At 1:00, he's got lots of girls, but by 2:00 he's only got one girl.
Does he pick what you do all the time or do you decide most of the time?: He likes doing the same kinda stuff I do. You know, shopping for discount spatulas, sorting our socks together, going to polka lessons... We're loads of fun.
Does he kiss on the first date?: Yup... the first date and the last date, right before I throw him outta my car.
What would he wear on a first date?: Nothing, but I'd make him put on the socks I got him for Christmas.
Would he pick you up?: Are you kidding? This guy is 3'7", I would pick *him* up if anything. *Shakes head*, stupid people...
Bring you flowers?: Nope. He'd bring me burritos from Taco Bell.
Call you hunny, sweetie or babe?: No, he'd call me "Poopy Bumpkin" and I'd call him "Nerd Boy."
Would he hang out with you AND your friends? I have a feeling my friends don't like this guy very much. But he likes them!
Would he hang out with you and HIS friends? He doesn't have any friends.
When he hugs you, where are his arms (above or below yours? are they on your waist or are yours around his waist?): Let's see... he's 3'7"... I'm 5'7"... his arms would be about to my knees, I think. So... that's below my arms.
Does he pull your head into his chest with his hands (gently of course): No, he's too little to do that.
~*PDA level (public display of affection)*~
Holding hands: Good Lord, no! We're both obsessive-compulsive, and we could get germs so easily that way!
Hugging quickly: No, he usually holds onto my leg and I've gotta shake him off.
Short, sweet kisses?: Long, onion-tasting kisses.
Fondling of body parts?: My leg.
Neck Kissing? When he has a ladder.
Forehead kissing: When he has a crane.
~*Last Question*~
If he's real, does he have a girlfriend?: No, he has a boyfriend.
Sunday, February 10, 2002
Friday, February 8, 2002
NO, WE'RE OUTTA BOSTON CREAM-FILLED DONUTS!
AGE: 17
DOB: February 28th, 1984
HOSPITAL THAT YOU WERE BORN AT: McLaren.
HEIGHT: 5'7"
WEIGHT: 210... Shut up!
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Bluish green
SKIN COLOR: Peach and... *checks out freckles*... brown.
SHOE SIZE: 10 1/2.
PET'S NAMES: Daria, Amy and Chyna
PARENTS NAMES: Wendy Killbreath and Ken Zintel
SIBLING’S NAMES: (Full-sibling) Zach, (step-siblings) Billy and Carrie.
COUNTRY THAT YOU LIVE IN: The good ol' U.S. of A.
THIS OR THAT
APPLES/ORANGES: Apples
PEPSI/COKE: Coke
GOD/SATAN: God
RAP/POP: Pop
CHEESE/PICKLES: Pickles
RED/GREEN: Green
RUNNING SHOES/PLATFORMS: Platforms
CD’S/ TAPES: CDs
TV/MOVIES: Don't make me choose between my two favorite things!
BIKE/CAR: Car. You know, requires a lot less exercise.
FISH/LION: Fish
POT/PAN: Pan
BEER/WINE: ...How 'bout that non-alcoholic wine? That stuff's pretty good.
OCEAN/LAKE: Jacuzzie
SILVER/GOLD: Silver
HANGING OUT WITH FRIENDS/HANGING OUT WITH FAMILY: How 'bout family + Sarah? I consider her family, anyhoo.
CELL PHONE/PAGER: Cell phone
LIPSTICK/EYESHADOW: Eyeshadow
CHOCOLATE/CANDY: Candy. I hope we're talkin' Skittles...
DO YOU
GO TO SCHOOL: Nope
HAVE FRIENDS: Well... I don't know if it'd be plural like that, but yeah.
LIKE TO DANCE: Absolutely! Do the monkey with me, come on!
PLAY WITH MATCHES: Who told you to do that? You'll put your eye out, kid!
WATCH TV: Indeed
FILL OUT SURVEYS: Um... no. *Sniggers*
GO TO THE MALL: Yep.
EVER GET SICK: Good Lord, when am I *not* sick?
EAT FISH: No. Yech! You're talkin' to a vegetarian, bucko!
WEAR PANTS: *Looks down* Uh... yeeeeeah...
LIKE THAT 70'S SHOW: No. I don't think I'm smart enough to understand the jokes on that show, 'cause I don't get any of them.
LIKE TO HAVE SEX: *Shrugs* I wouldn't know.
WATCH STAR TREK: Um... nooo! *Quickly turns off TV*. Nope, never!
WASH YOUR HAIR: I wash my hair every two years whether it needs it or not!
LIKE ROLLER COASTERS: Well... most of 'em.
CRY: A bit often, yep.
HAVE AN IMAGINARY FRIEND: Shut up, he's real! Aren't'cha, Drop Dead Fred? *I sure am, Holly!* See?
HAVE A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND: Are we still talkin' imaginary? Oh... no then, I suppose not.
LIKE YOURSELF: Yeah, except when I smack myself. Then I get mad and have to smack myself back.
THINK THAT YOU LOOK LIKE A MOVIE STAR: Yes. Ernest P. Worrel.
WANT TO GO TO COLLEGE: Yeah... getting there is gonna be another story, though...
HAVE A SICK MIND: Oh, very. It's always coughing up blood and stuff.
LIKE TO HAVE YOUR PICTURE TAKEN: Only if I get to do this *strikes a Cornholio pose* first.
SMOKE: Nope.
DO DRUGS: Nuh-uh. Unless you count all those stupid migraine pills I've gotta take to survive.
BELIEVE IN ALIENS: Of course. Those people from Afghanastan aren't just made up, ya know!
HAVE YOU EVER
GONE SKYDIVING: No... but I think going on the Power Tower was close enough. Can I have credit for that?
WATCHED A PORN MOVIE: *Turns off TV again*. No, never!
SEEN A GHOST: GHOST?! WHERE?! AAAAAAAAH!
EATEN SUSHI: Ewhewhewhew, no.
BEATEN SOMEONE UP: *Pounds firsts together threateningly* No, but you're askin' for it with all the questions, buddy!
MET A MOVIE STAR: Quite a few, actually.
STREAKED: *Quickly throws on some clothes* What are you doing, spying on me?!
DRIVEN A CAR ILLEGALLY: You *are* spying on me!
READ A BOOK: Read a what now?
SWORN TO A TEACHER: Nope.
SWORN AT YOUR PARENTS: No.
BEEN TO A LIBRARY: Li...brar...y?
TALKED TO GOD: Talkin' to Him right now. "So I says to Mable, I says..."
FRENCH KISSED SOMEONE: Just Mr. Rogers and Mr. Bean.
CAMPED: *Shudders, remembing lousy camp* Unfortunately.
IMPERSONATED YOUR LEAST FAVORITE TEACHER: Yup. "Holly, do you still like Paula Abdul?"
SMOKED: Nope.
DONE DRUGS: No. Didn't I already answer these questions?
BEEN ABDUCTED BY ALIENS: I wasn't abducted, I went willingly. All they did was suck out some of my internal organs, and they took some Polaroids, and said I was a darn good sport. And as a way of saying thank you, they offered to transport me back to any time in history that I would care to know. And so I had them send me back to last Thursday night so I could pay my phone bill on time.
RANDOM QUESTIONS
WHAT TIME IS IT: 5:17 P.M.
WHAT DAY IS IT: Friday
WHAT MONTH IS IT: February
WHAT YEAR IS IT: 1783.
WHY DOES IT RAIN: To make Shirley Manson happy. She's only happy when it rains, you know.
HAVE YOU EVER HAD WINGS: Yeah, back when I was Fly-Girl.
WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE: To eat as many burritos as possible. 'Cause in Heaven, there are no burritos. That's why we eat them here. And when we die, our friends are going to eat our burritos. Those jerks...
WHY DO DOCTORS WEAR WHITE: My doctor wears floral dresses, actually.
DO CHICKENS REALLY RUN AROUND AFTER HAVING IT’S HEAD CUT OFF: Gah! I hope I never have to find out.
WHY DO WE BLEED: You bleed just to know you're alive. That's what the Goo Goo Dolls told me, anyway.
WHY DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL: I don't! Ha!
WHY DO WE GO BALD: Speak for yourself, buddy!
DOES HAIR GROW ON YOUR PALMS: Not mine. Yours, perhaps...
FAVORITES
TV SHOW: Well, it was Daria. But... *sniff*, my poor favorite show is no more! So I s'pose it'd be Port Charles now.
HAIR COLOR: Clear. Polar bears have clear hair, you know. It just looks white against their skin.
EYE COLOR: Purple.
CARTOON CHARACTER: Trent Lane from Daria.
MOVIE: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.
SONG: "Everything" by Lifehouse and "Ain't This The Feeling?" by Bliss 66.
SUBJECT: We talkin' school subject? I always liked writing lab.
WORD: Surreptitious
PHRASE: "Ow! My eye! I'm not supposed to get pudding in it!"
NUMBER: 2.
LETTER: H.
MAGAZINE: Animal Times.
CAR: Green VW Bug.
RESTAURANT: The Olive Garden
DOB: February 28th, 1984
HOSPITAL THAT YOU WERE BORN AT: McLaren.
HEIGHT: 5'7"
WEIGHT: 210... Shut up!
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Bluish green
SKIN COLOR: Peach and... *checks out freckles*... brown.
SHOE SIZE: 10 1/2.
PET'S NAMES: Daria, Amy and Chyna
PARENTS NAMES: Wendy Killbreath and Ken Zintel
SIBLING’S NAMES: (Full-sibling) Zach, (step-siblings) Billy and Carrie.
COUNTRY THAT YOU LIVE IN: The good ol' U.S. of A.
THIS OR THAT
APPLES/ORANGES: Apples
PEPSI/COKE: Coke
GOD/SATAN: God
RAP/POP: Pop
CHEESE/PICKLES: Pickles
RED/GREEN: Green
RUNNING SHOES/PLATFORMS: Platforms
CD’S/ TAPES: CDs
TV/MOVIES: Don't make me choose between my two favorite things!
BIKE/CAR: Car. You know, requires a lot less exercise.
FISH/LION: Fish
POT/PAN: Pan
BEER/WINE: ...How 'bout that non-alcoholic wine? That stuff's pretty good.
OCEAN/LAKE: Jacuzzie
SILVER/GOLD: Silver
HANGING OUT WITH FRIENDS/HANGING OUT WITH FAMILY: How 'bout family + Sarah? I consider her family, anyhoo.
CELL PHONE/PAGER: Cell phone
LIPSTICK/EYESHADOW: Eyeshadow
CHOCOLATE/CANDY: Candy. I hope we're talkin' Skittles...
DO YOU
GO TO SCHOOL: Nope
HAVE FRIENDS: Well... I don't know if it'd be plural like that, but yeah.
LIKE TO DANCE: Absolutely! Do the monkey with me, come on!
PLAY WITH MATCHES: Who told you to do that? You'll put your eye out, kid!
WATCH TV: Indeed
FILL OUT SURVEYS: Um... no. *Sniggers*
GO TO THE MALL: Yep.
EVER GET SICK: Good Lord, when am I *not* sick?
EAT FISH: No. Yech! You're talkin' to a vegetarian, bucko!
WEAR PANTS: *Looks down* Uh... yeeeeeah...
LIKE THAT 70'S SHOW: No. I don't think I'm smart enough to understand the jokes on that show, 'cause I don't get any of them.
LIKE TO HAVE SEX: *Shrugs* I wouldn't know.
WATCH STAR TREK: Um... nooo! *Quickly turns off TV*. Nope, never!
WASH YOUR HAIR: I wash my hair every two years whether it needs it or not!
LIKE ROLLER COASTERS: Well... most of 'em.
CRY: A bit often, yep.
HAVE AN IMAGINARY FRIEND: Shut up, he's real! Aren't'cha, Drop Dead Fred? *I sure am, Holly!* See?
HAVE A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND: Are we still talkin' imaginary? Oh... no then, I suppose not.
LIKE YOURSELF: Yeah, except when I smack myself. Then I get mad and have to smack myself back.
THINK THAT YOU LOOK LIKE A MOVIE STAR: Yes. Ernest P. Worrel.
WANT TO GO TO COLLEGE: Yeah... getting there is gonna be another story, though...
HAVE A SICK MIND: Oh, very. It's always coughing up blood and stuff.
LIKE TO HAVE YOUR PICTURE TAKEN: Only if I get to do this *strikes a Cornholio pose* first.
SMOKE: Nope.
DO DRUGS: Nuh-uh. Unless you count all those stupid migraine pills I've gotta take to survive.
BELIEVE IN ALIENS: Of course. Those people from Afghanastan aren't just made up, ya know!
HAVE YOU EVER
GONE SKYDIVING: No... but I think going on the Power Tower was close enough. Can I have credit for that?
WATCHED A PORN MOVIE: *Turns off TV again*. No, never!
SEEN A GHOST: GHOST?! WHERE?! AAAAAAAAH!
EATEN SUSHI: Ewhewhewhew, no.
BEATEN SOMEONE UP: *Pounds firsts together threateningly* No, but you're askin' for it with all the questions, buddy!
MET A MOVIE STAR: Quite a few, actually.
STREAKED: *Quickly throws on some clothes* What are you doing, spying on me?!
DRIVEN A CAR ILLEGALLY: You *are* spying on me!
READ A BOOK: Read a what now?
SWORN TO A TEACHER: Nope.
SWORN AT YOUR PARENTS: No.
BEEN TO A LIBRARY: Li...brar...y?
TALKED TO GOD: Talkin' to Him right now. "So I says to Mable, I says..."
FRENCH KISSED SOMEONE: Just Mr. Rogers and Mr. Bean.
CAMPED: *Shudders, remembing lousy camp* Unfortunately.
IMPERSONATED YOUR LEAST FAVORITE TEACHER: Yup. "Holly, do you still like Paula Abdul?"
SMOKED: Nope.
DONE DRUGS: No. Didn't I already answer these questions?
BEEN ABDUCTED BY ALIENS: I wasn't abducted, I went willingly. All they did was suck out some of my internal organs, and they took some Polaroids, and said I was a darn good sport. And as a way of saying thank you, they offered to transport me back to any time in history that I would care to know. And so I had them send me back to last Thursday night so I could pay my phone bill on time.
RANDOM QUESTIONS
WHAT TIME IS IT: 5:17 P.M.
WHAT DAY IS IT: Friday
WHAT MONTH IS IT: February
WHAT YEAR IS IT: 1783.
WHY DOES IT RAIN: To make Shirley Manson happy. She's only happy when it rains, you know.
HAVE YOU EVER HAD WINGS: Yeah, back when I was Fly-Girl.
WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE: To eat as many burritos as possible. 'Cause in Heaven, there are no burritos. That's why we eat them here. And when we die, our friends are going to eat our burritos. Those jerks...
WHY DO DOCTORS WEAR WHITE: My doctor wears floral dresses, actually.
DO CHICKENS REALLY RUN AROUND AFTER HAVING IT’S HEAD CUT OFF: Gah! I hope I never have to find out.
WHY DO WE BLEED: You bleed just to know you're alive. That's what the Goo Goo Dolls told me, anyway.
WHY DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL: I don't! Ha!
WHY DO WE GO BALD: Speak for yourself, buddy!
DOES HAIR GROW ON YOUR PALMS: Not mine. Yours, perhaps...
FAVORITES
TV SHOW: Well, it was Daria. But... *sniff*, my poor favorite show is no more! So I s'pose it'd be Port Charles now.
HAIR COLOR: Clear. Polar bears have clear hair, you know. It just looks white against their skin.
EYE COLOR: Purple.
CARTOON CHARACTER: Trent Lane from Daria.
MOVIE: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.
SONG: "Everything" by Lifehouse and "Ain't This The Feeling?" by Bliss 66.
SUBJECT: We talkin' school subject? I always liked writing lab.
WORD: Surreptitious
PHRASE: "Ow! My eye! I'm not supposed to get pudding in it!"
NUMBER: 2.
LETTER: H.
MAGAZINE: Animal Times.
CAR: Green VW Bug.
RESTAURANT: The Olive Garden
Port Charlie's Angels
Time: 1:45 P.M.
I'm wearing: My "We Be Jammin'" shirt that Aunt Barb got me from the Bahamas and the jeans that are way too large.
I last ate: Cheeseless pizza for breakfast.
Song that's in my head: "Hands Clean" by Alanis Morissette.
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Duuuuuuude, Port Charles is so awesome lately! The other soaps are so boring compared to it now. Port Charles has been the "weird" soap for a while now. First, they had time travel, then they had vampires, then they had an angel, then they thought they had aliens, but they just got more angels.
Another cool thing about Port Charles is, they have "books." They've had "Fate", "Time in a Bottle", "Tainted Love", "Tempted", "Miracles Happen" and now "Secrets." On Port Charles: "Secrets", they have all these angels who have come back to Earth to take care of whatever unfinished business they have.
My favorite angel is this hottie, Rafe. He came to Port Charles to fix all the Port Charles romances that this vampire, Caleb, ruined. Well, everything was fine and dandy like sour candy until Rafe fell in love with 1/2 of one of the couples he was trying to fix. Rafe has quite a bit of trouble trying to help Alison and Jamal stay in love when *he* was in love with Alison. Poor dude. So anyway, Jamal recently went psycho when he accidentally shot his nutty ex-girlfriend, Valerie. Well, Jamal left Alison, and today, Rafe and Alison hooked up! But it's so sad because Rafe only has seven weeks left on Earth before he has to go back to Heaven! Oh man!
Can you tell I'm obsessed with this show? Alrighty, see ya!
--Holly Rachael :-D
I'm wearing: My "We Be Jammin'" shirt that Aunt Barb got me from the Bahamas and the jeans that are way too large.
I last ate: Cheeseless pizza for breakfast.
Song that's in my head: "Hands Clean" by Alanis Morissette.
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Duuuuuuude, Port Charles is so awesome lately! The other soaps are so boring compared to it now. Port Charles has been the "weird" soap for a while now. First, they had time travel, then they had vampires, then they had an angel, then they thought they had aliens, but they just got more angels.
Another cool thing about Port Charles is, they have "books." They've had "Fate", "Time in a Bottle", "Tainted Love", "Tempted", "Miracles Happen" and now "Secrets." On Port Charles: "Secrets", they have all these angels who have come back to Earth to take care of whatever unfinished business they have.
My favorite angel is this hottie, Rafe. He came to Port Charles to fix all the Port Charles romances that this vampire, Caleb, ruined. Well, everything was fine and dandy like sour candy until Rafe fell in love with 1/2 of one of the couples he was trying to fix. Rafe has quite a bit of trouble trying to help Alison and Jamal stay in love when *he* was in love with Alison. Poor dude. So anyway, Jamal recently went psycho when he accidentally shot his nutty ex-girlfriend, Valerie. Well, Jamal left Alison, and today, Rafe and Alison hooked up! But it's so sad because Rafe only has seven weeks left on Earth before he has to go back to Heaven! Oh man!
Can you tell I'm obsessed with this show? Alrighty, see ya!
--Holly Rachael :-D
Tuesday, February 5, 2002
Dad's New Piece of Dangerous Excercise Equipment
Time: 3:26 P.M.
I'm wearing: *Looks down* A yellow shirt with flowers and butterflies all over it, and jeans. Wow, where did I get *this* shirt? Huh.
I last ate: Chips and soy milk for breakfast. Weird.
Song in my head: "Wherever You Will Go"--The Calling
________________________________________________________
My dad has some sort of strange addiction to excercise that I didn't seem to inherit. He keeps ordering all this crap like the Ab Rocker, the Ab Roller, and everything else he happens to see on an infomercial. Yesterday, the UPS guy dragged a very large box to our door. When my dad got home from work, he was like, "Alright! My Inversion Table came!"
Dad spent a good portion of the evening putting this ridiculously large thing together while he watched Boston Public and Ally McBeal. This thing is as tall as me. What you do is, you strap your legs onto it, and then you lean back really slowly until you're upside down. Apparently, it's supposed to stretch your back out, but it's terribly dangerous. *Shakes head*, I can't believe my dad spent $300 on this stupid thing. I mean, if I had $300, I'd spend it on something valuable... like burritos.
Later.
--Holly Rachael :-D
I'm wearing: *Looks down* A yellow shirt with flowers and butterflies all over it, and jeans. Wow, where did I get *this* shirt? Huh.
I last ate: Chips and soy milk for breakfast. Weird.
Song in my head: "Wherever You Will Go"--The Calling
________________________________________________________
My dad has some sort of strange addiction to excercise that I didn't seem to inherit. He keeps ordering all this crap like the Ab Rocker, the Ab Roller, and everything else he happens to see on an infomercial. Yesterday, the UPS guy dragged a very large box to our door. When my dad got home from work, he was like, "Alright! My Inversion Table came!"
Dad spent a good portion of the evening putting this ridiculously large thing together while he watched Boston Public and Ally McBeal. This thing is as tall as me. What you do is, you strap your legs onto it, and then you lean back really slowly until you're upside down. Apparently, it's supposed to stretch your back out, but it's terribly dangerous. *Shakes head*, I can't believe my dad spent $300 on this stupid thing. I mean, if I had $300, I'd spend it on something valuable... like burritos.
Later.
--Holly Rachael :-D
Monday, February 4, 2002
Bed-Time Bear, eh?
Underneath the Chuck E. Cheese Head...
Time: 1:27 P.M.
I'm wearing: The blue shirt that looks like it has another shirt under it, but it doesn't, that my dad got me for Christmas.
I last ate: Leftover Super Bowl pizza without the cheese, for breakfast.
Song that's in my head: "The Distance" by Evan and Jarron.
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Sarah, my best friend and brother's ex-girlfriend, dresses up like Chuck E. Cheese every evening. It was there, underneath the head of Chuck E. Cheese, that she met her current boyfriend, Justin. They'd been going out for three months as of yesterday, and I hadn't met him yet. So, yesterday, during the half-time show of the Super Bowl, Sarah and Justin stopped over.
I was thrilled to finally meet Justin, because I feel that it's just wrong for my best friend to be dating a guy I've never met. Turns out, he was very nice, likes Daria, loves Harry Potter, and would sit through an 'N Sync concert for Sarah. Therefore, I entirely approve of this boy, who makes the pizzas at Chuck E. Cheese.
The only problem was, my brother, Zach, and his current girlfriend, Tracey, were here when Sarah and Justin arrived. I don't think Tracey minded this all that much, but Zach sure did. For some reason, Zach has been very angry with Sarah ever since they broke up. He wouldn't even speak to, let alone look at Justin. *Shrugs*, I don't know why he can't just let go of whatever problem it is that he has with Sarah and her new boyfriend. It's just not fun for your brother to not get along with your best friend, you know? I probably never should have played matchmaker with Zach and Sarah all those years ago...
Anyway, since Zach is uncomfortable around Sarah and Justin, I've got to have a seperate birthday party with Sarah and Justin than with Zach. Argh...
Later!
--Holly Rachael :-D
I'm wearing: The blue shirt that looks like it has another shirt under it, but it doesn't, that my dad got me for Christmas.
I last ate: Leftover Super Bowl pizza without the cheese, for breakfast.
Song that's in my head: "The Distance" by Evan and Jarron.
_________________________________________________________
Sarah, my best friend and brother's ex-girlfriend, dresses up like Chuck E. Cheese every evening. It was there, underneath the head of Chuck E. Cheese, that she met her current boyfriend, Justin. They'd been going out for three months as of yesterday, and I hadn't met him yet. So, yesterday, during the half-time show of the Super Bowl, Sarah and Justin stopped over.
I was thrilled to finally meet Justin, because I feel that it's just wrong for my best friend to be dating a guy I've never met. Turns out, he was very nice, likes Daria, loves Harry Potter, and would sit through an 'N Sync concert for Sarah. Therefore, I entirely approve of this boy, who makes the pizzas at Chuck E. Cheese.
The only problem was, my brother, Zach, and his current girlfriend, Tracey, were here when Sarah and Justin arrived. I don't think Tracey minded this all that much, but Zach sure did. For some reason, Zach has been very angry with Sarah ever since they broke up. He wouldn't even speak to, let alone look at Justin. *Shrugs*, I don't know why he can't just let go of whatever problem it is that he has with Sarah and her new boyfriend. It's just not fun for your brother to not get along with your best friend, you know? I probably never should have played matchmaker with Zach and Sarah all those years ago...
Anyway, since Zach is uncomfortable around Sarah and Justin, I've got to have a seperate birthday party with Sarah and Justin than with Zach. Argh...
Later!
--Holly Rachael :-D
Saturday, February 2, 2002
I wish I were in Vegas
I've decided to write a theme entry, because if I wrote about my life right now, I'm afraid it would depress people. So, the theme says something about "If you could go on vacation anywhere, where would you go?"
For the first 11 years of my life, my family either went to Tawas, MI, where there was a beach, or to Orlando, FL for our vacations. Tawas and Disney World are all well and good, but no matter how much I like the beach and lazer shows about The Little Mermaid, neither of them can compare to the dazzling lights of...
VEGAS! When I was 11 years old, my family switched vacation spots. My dad liked gambling, so we started going to Las Vegas. The first time we went, I was in awe. We stayed at the Luxor, and had brought along my whole extended family (except for the ones who think everything is sinful).
Ever since that first trip, Vegas has been my favorite vacation spot. I've been there (counts) 10 times. We usually stay at the Luxor, but I've also stayed at Harrah's and the Flamingo Hilton. I think my favorite casino is the Vinician, but I dunno... I love 'em all. We'red headed to Vegas this August, but I'm dreading flying there now, 'cause of the whole terrorist thing. But if I want to go, I'm gonna have to fly, because we're going for a business trip of my dad's this year.
Anyway, whenever I'm not in Vegas, I wish I were. That's how much I love that place. Everyone must go there. Okay, later.
--Holly Rachael :-D
For the first 11 years of my life, my family either went to Tawas, MI, where there was a beach, or to Orlando, FL for our vacations. Tawas and Disney World are all well and good, but no matter how much I like the beach and lazer shows about The Little Mermaid, neither of them can compare to the dazzling lights of...
VEGAS! When I was 11 years old, my family switched vacation spots. My dad liked gambling, so we started going to Las Vegas. The first time we went, I was in awe. We stayed at the Luxor, and had brought along my whole extended family (except for the ones who think everything is sinful).
Ever since that first trip, Vegas has been my favorite vacation spot. I've been there (counts) 10 times. We usually stay at the Luxor, but I've also stayed at Harrah's and the Flamingo Hilton. I think my favorite casino is the Vinician, but I dunno... I love 'em all. We'red headed to Vegas this August, but I'm dreading flying there now, 'cause of the whole terrorist thing. But if I want to go, I'm gonna have to fly, because we're going for a business trip of my dad's this year.
Anyway, whenever I'm not in Vegas, I wish I were. That's how much I love that place. Everyone must go there. Okay, later.
--Holly Rachael :-D
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