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.

--Holly :-D

Bowling For Burritos

Man, I wish I had the makings for a bean burrito, or a car to go to Taco Bell in. Oh well. I suppose I'll just fill out this survey that I stole from Living in Excess.

list your favorite memories.
1. Getting my first pet for Christmas when I was 7. She was a gorgeous yet rather violent purr-cat named Tinsel.



2. Spying on my mom and a guy she met online with Zach and Sarah. We used code names and sat in a corner booth with menus over our faces. T'was luffly until Zachary blew our cover.
3. Going on a Vegas Vacation with my entire family. Grandma Z. stole a bunch of Luxor "Do not disturb" signs for all us kids and Zach and Lindsay had fun knocking on people's doors and running away.
4. Staying up late in the summer with Zach, watching Conan and Letterman.
5. Shopping in Tawas with Mom when I was little.

list the components of your perfect day.
1. Waking up at the Rio in Las Vegas.
2. Eating at Planet Hollywood in Caesar's Forum with my family, friends and J.K. Rowling.
3. Spending most of the day buying all the toys and various merchandise in the Harry Potter room at FAO Shwartz.
4. Hanging out with Dave at the Flamingo Hilton garden/pool area so we could play with the flamingos, penguins and Japenese Koi.
5. Challenging various unsuspecting people to games of air hockey in the Luxor arcade.

list the music that has changed your life.
1. Amy Grant
2. Lifehouse
3. Avril Lavigne
4. Wilson Phillips
5. Savage Garden/Darren Hayes

list some people who have really changed your life.
1. Mom
2. All my favorite family members
3. Sarah
4. Randi
5. All my theatre pals


list your addictions.
1. Harry Potter
2. Daria
3. Port Charles
4. Disney movies
5. Music. You know, the good kind.

Well, that was fun, but now I suppose I should mention that fact that I got Lifehouse's new CD, Stanley Climbfall, and it... is... AWESOME! My favorite songs on it are "Anchor" and "Am I Ever Gonna Find Out?" The lyrics to "Anchor" are exactly what I think Harry thinks about Hermione. Yeah, yeah, I know you people think they're fictional, but are you absolutely certain? *Grins dorkily* AHEM. Anyhoo, check out the chorus to "Anchor" and tell me it doesn't sound perfect for Harry and Hermione:
"I know I will never be alone. You will never let me go. You are my anchor. Hold my hand while I'm sinking in the sand. No one else could understand. You are my anchor."
*Dorky grin returns* I love it. My dad bought me a luffly light blue sweater-jacket-thing. 'Tis wonderful. *Hugs and handshakes*

--Holly :-D

Halloweenized

Hello, everyone! As you can see, Zach has helped me to Halloween my diary. *Hands him a pack of "fun-sized" Skittles from Halloween candy stash* Dad, Zach and I went to see The Tuxedo with Jackie Chan and Jennifer Love Hewitt today. I heart that movie. Tis rockin'. And my dad decided today that I'm no longer grounded from the computer! WOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOO! In honor of this awesome occasion, I have decided to fill out this Halloween survey that I filled out last year, once again. Happy "Holly"ween!

Section 1 - Obligatory Questions:


Name: Holly the Rachael Zintel

Age: 18

Location: Flint, MI.

Section 2 - This is my costume. Give me the damn candy!

What was your first Halloween costume? I was a Carebear. I couldn't eat any candy due to my lack of teeth, but it was still jolly good fun.

What was your costume last year? I was a costumeless dork last year.

What will your costume be this year? I shall be a Chinese person, for I have a cool Chinese novelty hat, and not enough time to put a good Hogwarts student costume together.

Has there ever been a reoccurring theme with your costumes? For three years in a row, I went as various characters from Daria--Daria, Jane and Andrea.

Through the years, what have your costumes been? A Carebear, a clown, Smurfette, Peter Pan, Ariel the Little Mermaid, a butterfly, Paula Abdul, a ballerina dinosaur, Miss America, a silly-looking witch, Todd from One Life to Live, a yin-yang... thing, some sort of freak made up of Smiley faces, an Egyptian chick, Daria Morgendorffer, a vampire version of Jane from Daria, my Grandma Z. and Andrea from Daria.

What was your favorite costume? Miss America. I was 7, and I loved the Miss America pageants. I felt all special, getting all dressed up in a glamorous-looking nightgown, heels and a cool, glittery sash.

What is your dream costume? A Hogwarts student. I'd be in Gryffindor.

Which do you prefer, store bought or home made costumes? Homemade. I've never had a store-bought costume in my life because I think they're uncreative.

Masks or make up? Make-up! Where's the fun in putting on a frickin' mask?

Have you ever dyed, cut or did anything else to your hair for a costume? My mom dyed my hair red when I was Ariel in kindergarten, and my dad dyed it black when I was Jane the vampire, but the dye got on my neck, and wouldn't wash off for weeks! Ah yes, and when I was Daria, I had my mom cut my bangs. I shouldn't have done that. It was not a pretty sight.

What is the longest time you ever spent working on a costume? I think it was when I was Todd from OLTL.

The shortest? The Egyptian one didn't take too long, because I just wore one of my dance recital costumes, and painted eye-makeup on.

What was the most expensive costume you wore? Grandma Z., I think.

The least expensive? Probably Smurfette.

Section 3 - Trick or Treat, smell my feet, gimme something good to eat.

What kind of bag or pail did you collect candy in? A pillowcase.

Did you ever get so much candy it spilled over the top? I don't believe so. I usually got too tired to stay out very long.

Broke the bag/pail? Nope.

Did you just Trick or Treat up your street or your street and everyone else's? Usually my whole neighborhood, but for the last few years, it was my aunt Barb's neighborhood, and once, my grandma Shoup's.

Candy that you hated to get? Rock candy. I felt like Charlie Brown.

Do you think Trick or Treating should only be done at night? Yes, but safely and responsibly. This 4 in the afternoon crap is getting ridiculous.

What is the perfect weather for Trick or Treating? Nice and warm so you don't have to put a coat or hat on and mess up your costume or makeup.

Section 4 - It's alive! ALIVE!!!

What is your favorite monster? The Cookie Monster.

Why do you like this monster so much? He bears cookies. What's not to like?

If you had the chance to be this monster for one day, what would you do? Eat a lot of cookies.

If you could be anywhere in the world on Halloween, where would you want to be? Home.

What is your favorite Halloweenish song? "Nature Trail to Hell" by "Weird Al" Yankovic. It's playing on my front page.

What is your favorite horror movie? Ernest Scared Stupid.

What is your favorite horror novel? In a Dark, Dark Room.

Have you ever been to a theme parks Halloween celebration (i.e. HallowScream, Halloween Horror Nights, ect.)? No. That'd probably be cool, though.

Is Freddy really dead? The guy on Scooby Doo? No, I just saw him yesterday.

What about Bela Lugosi? I... figure as much. (I have no idea who that is.)

Have you ever been to a real haunted house? I hope not.

Did anything spooky happen? Um... yeah.

Is 13 an unlucky number to you? Not particularly.

Oh man... I just went to Hollywood.com and it seems that Richard Harris, a.k.a. Professor Dumbledore, died! That's pretty dang upsetting. I don't want to sound like a jerk saying this, but... I wonder who will play him now?

--Holly :-0

An Outing With the Theatre Folk

*Looks up from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets* Oh, hello! I just got back from Target with my mommy and grandma. Mom bought me a pumpkin so I can do all kinds of fun Halloweenie things with it, and she also got me some Virtual Eyes shadow. It's pretty. *Marvels at it* Ah yes, and Mom also bought me a magazine that's full of lovely Harry Potter stuff, and Grandma got me the big pack of Crayola Crayons. I amazed Grandma with my ability to name all the crayons before they came out of the box. One day, I'll be rich for that very special talent...

Yesterday was, of course, wondermous as usual. T'was Wednesday, and therefore, I had theatre practice. I didn't get to wow the class with my incredible fake-crying abilities this week, but that was okay because Morgan finally got to act out her part for us. She plays a slutty, obsessed-with-Elvis mechanic named Angel who performs table dances. *Applauds her*

When the class was nearing its end, Kyle suggested that we all go out for pizza, but only a few of us wanted to. Zach came to pick me up from school, but he didn't want to go out to eat with my theatre friends, so he went home, and I rode to John's Pizzeria with Kyle and Leah. It seems that most of my theatre pals are chain-smokers who are deaf. In the course of the 10-minute drive to the restaurant, I think it's safe to say that Leah and Kyle smoked about 3 cigarretes each while Kyle blared the Bloodhound Gang at a volume usually reserved for I-MAX theaters. Leah and I learned that Kyle has a very different rule about riding in his truck. He showed us a stuffed Pillsburry Dough Boy covered in spots, and informed us that each person who rides in his truck must put a new dot on the Dough Boy. I thought that was rather cute.

Walking into the restaurant, I realized that Morgan and Larry seemed awfully close, and that Kyle and Leah were flirting mercilessly with each other. I began to feel kind of uncomfortable... it seemed like I was intruding on a double-date. So I was really relieved to see that Don and Jim had arrived before us. I sat on the side of the booth with Don so the chain smokers could all sit together, and we discussed why neither of us smoke.
My Reasoning:
I rather enjoy life, and smoking causes cancer.
Don's Reasoning:
The first time he tried smoking, he accidentally set his workplace on fire.
Suddenly, everyone's attention was on Morgan and Larry who had begun kissing. "Are you guys going out?!" I blurted. When they said yes, I started shrieking like a 13-year-old girl at an 'N Sync concert, rambling on and on about how cute I thought it was that they met in theatre practice, and soon became a serious item! Everyone suddenly jumped into their own stories of how they met their current boi/girl. I wished I had a story to tell... *Sigh*

Larry gave me a ride home. It seems that Larry is even more deaf than Kyle. He played his music so loud, I couldn't hear myself think, and he, like Kyle, is an in-car smoker. While my asthma was acting up and a migrane was forcing itself into my brain, Larry decided to discuss the fact that his dad died a couple of years ago. I felt a bit disrespectful, yelling, "I'M SORRY ABOUT YOUR DAD!" over the racket White Zombie was making, but what could I do? I highly appreciate Larry and Kyle driving me all over, but I have come to the conclusion that I definitely need to get my license soon so I won't have to breathe all that smoke again any time soon, and so I can keep my eardrums unpunctured. Sheesh, and my family thinks I play my music loud!

Oh yes, I feel that I should probably mention this... I just got the mail and it seems that I got my high school equivalency certificate. In other words, I GOT MY G.E.D.! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Alrighty, laaaaaaaaater.

--Holly Rachael :-D

In 25 Days, the Chamber of Secrets Will Be Opened

*Hyperventilates* 25 days! I wonder if I should leave for the theater now so I can get a good parking spot. I'll need to buy my popcorn at least 5 hours prior to the first showing of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets... I might have to knock a few 8-year-olds out of the way to make sure I get a good seat, too. When I went to see Abandon the other day (it sucked quite badly, by the way), I noticed that they have these huuuuuge Harry Potter posters hanging up in the lobby! The movie theater doesn't know it yet, but those posters will be mine. Oh yes. They will be mine.

I know it's hard to believe, but I actually have bigger things going on in my life than my plot to steal the Harry Potter movie posters from Showcase West. *Hears everyone gasp* My step dad has no job and my mom only makes enough money to pay for groceries, gas and other necessities. Well, the guy they're buying the house from decided that if Mike doesn't pay the 3 bills that are due, he's getting a friendly little eviction notice. This is not really a problem for me or my mom, as I primarily live with my dad anyway, and Mom is welcome to move back in with my grandparents any time she wants.

However, this is quite a major problem for Mike and Carrie. The other night, while I was at Mom's house, Carrie came home and announced that she would like to move in with her mom. Now, the reason Mike and his ex-wife got divorced was that Alice (Carrie and Bill's mom) smoked pot. Carrie insists that she doesn't do that anymore, and wants to move in with her mom so she doesn't have to worry about being evicted. Mike thinks he can forbid her to do that. He was screaming at Carrie all... night... long.

Mom and I both agreed that Carrie was in the right. If she wants to move in with her mom, she can. She's 18! Plus, who can blame her for wanting to live without the worry of being evicted? Mike was pretty dang upset that neither Mom nor I told Carrie she shouldn't move in with her mom, so then he started screaming at us. When he began yelling at Mom, I freaked out and started yelling at him, defending my mom. When he got mad that I was mad, that's when Mom told him, "Mike, if you don't have the money to pay the bills in 15 days, I'm leaving and going to my parents' house. I don't care where you go." I think he may finally be worried that it's very possible that he could lose my mom, the best thing to ever happen to him.

During all of the arguing and yelling, Carrie started crying hysterically, and ended up getting so sick that she ran to the bathroom and puked for like, 15 minutes. And get this: Mike never apologized to her. I think the main thing that got her so upset was when Mike told her she'd never amount to anything if she moved in with her mom. He was being such an A-hole, and he doesn't think he did anything wrong.

Welllllll... I'm going to enjoy the rest of my computer time while I can. *Hugs and handshakes for all*

--Holly Rachael :-D

I Went to Los Angeles Last Night

...at least in a dream! (By the way, this entry was ALSO The Hot Chocolate Theory, but FOD won't let me delete it, and so, I am editing it into a new entry.) I've been having these really vivid dreams lately, and they're usually nightmares. *Cowers under the covers* Nightmares are never good things.

Here's my dream from last night: My dad and brother had just picked me up from my mom's house, and we were on our way to dinner. But, as usual, we couldn't seem to agree on a restaurant. Somehow, we managed to get to the airport without me noticing... and then we boarded a plane without me noticing. *Shrugs* My dream self is pretty oblivious, isn't she? Anyhoo, I'm sitting in an aisle seat, talking to my dad when I realize I'm on a plane. I was like, "Um, Dad, why are we on a plane?" He replied, "Well, we couldn't agree on a restaurant, so I told Zach he could pick tonight. He chose a restaurant in Los Angelos, so that's where we're going."

On the plane, I made friends with a bunch of people who had been to LA previously. I kept whining to these people about how my family usually goes to Las Vegas, and how I was very angry that we were going to LA. One of my plane-friends decided to open up a Rainforest Cafe giftshop right there, on the plane. She told me I should lose my amethyst ring, because it wasn't meant to be my birthstone. For some reason, I was like, "Oh, okay then," and tossed me beloved amethyst ring in the trash. My plane-friend replaced my birthstone ring with an ugly green ring that I didn't like at all, but I gladly paid for it.

Once we reached LA, Zach, Dad and I got off the plane, and walked into the airport. Only it wasn't an airport. It was a mall. Every shop we went into, someone would sell us something without us knowing. After about 15 stores, I realized that I was carrying a bunch of stuffed animals and shoes that I didn't want.

And so, that was my dream. Stupid dream-Zach, making us go to Los Angeles for dinner... Next time, he'd better settle for the Olive Garden! Alright, I'm going to go to my mom's to have dinner because theater practice is going to be from 6:30 till 10:00 tonight, so I need to eat early. Laaaaater.

--Holly Rachael :-D

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