Entry for August 15, 2005

*yawn* *stretch* Gwaagghhah...
Journal Entry: Mon Aug 15, 2005, 7:12 PM


Mood: hot and sleepy
Listening to: Strange Attraction [Album Mix], The Cure

The phone rang four times. On the second time, I said simply to Alex over IM, "Phowned".

On the third time, I yelled roughly "SHUDDUP!" at it, stretching backwards in my chair, yawning and bringing out my arms with a "gwaaahggh.."

On the first time, Alex laughed at me. "Hahaha, owned" I say "hey, what dya mean?" he quoted mom "I'm sure she would"
I'm the only 'she' to speak of. So obviously mom was talking on the phone with a neighbor, telling them that 'of course' I can do a job. But I need 219 dollars (secret plan to take over the world, of course), so I don't mind it.

The second time was Riley.
Speaking of Riley, he's been stalking us, I swear. At nine PM last night, we saw him at Fred Meyer. They're not ones to shop at night. Today, at about 3:00, he came into Baskin Robins. Stalking, I swear.
Riley is Carson's best friend.

And I still haven't taught Carson how to use DA. I don't want to. I'm afraid, he has no artistic talent, I must say. He wants to submit his doodles... and I don't want him to get flamed.

Hohoho.. I have 75 bucks.. Yay yay yay. And 100 more after I paint the fence.. And 40 more, I got yesterday. Such makes me happy. I'm FREAKING rich! Well, until that plane ticket.. but yeah. It's worth every cent.
And I don't know if it'll work out. But I really want it to.

Really really. I get the icky feeling that it won't, so I'm trying to look on the bright side of having 230 or so dollars in my pocket. Heehee.. I can buy lots of candy.. So I'll try not to be too sad if it doesn't work. I want to see him, damn it! I don't give a damn about money, because I never have anything to buy. But I like the idea of wasting it all on antiques and crap. But I don't care much of money. The only reason I'm working and working for money is because I need it for the plane ticket. I waaaant to spend it on his plane ticket here. I really really do. I want him to visit.
We split the cost in half, so don't look at me like that.
I like being able to make a dream come true.
I just hope it works.

I still need to earn that 100 dollars though. But it's too hot out. I really don't want to sit out there painting, having my arse and legs go numb as I crouch in the dirt of the rock garden, killing my feet and trying to avoid crushing plants, attempting to balance, and wincing at spiders, all in 90 degree weather. No thanks.

Anyway, I have so many pictures I never posted, and I may as well post a few out of boredom.

I hate school. I have to say that before anything. Er.. too late.
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Yawn.
But I have to admit, it's fun to have money. Especially when you're used to being broke. Especially when you've been in debt for a month or so doing household chores for a pair of wings. Yeah, those wings. The ones in the picture. But it was worth it, I think.

I need to run around.. Roll down a hill. And I'm loving today. Today is so great. Because, unlike every other day, it hasn't ENDED yet! It's amazing!!
I've even went back to sleep, and I assumed it would be 5 PM, but it was only 2. That makes me happy, so very happy.

Dear Nana and Gramps came over today. We're still in the process of finding the right new key for my Hope Chest.. I lost the only key. I joked with Alex that we might find a dead cat in there or something that rotted. That would suck.
I wonder where the key is... It was a pretty key.
I have junk stored in there, linens and pass-me-downs, and stuff.. I think I remember sticking pieces of paper through the cracks when it was locked, and they fell down into it. I don't really want to know what. I think it was some fanfiction I didn't want people to find in my room? Haha. I'm sure. But I wouldn't remember.

I say again today about something rotting in my hope chest. Alex says "Oh, like Micheal?" and I'm like "what?" and he's like "OH! Nevermind! HE ALREADY WAS ROTTEN!"
That wasn't even that clever.

I think he's jealous.
I don't hug him anymore, because he's a idiot.
And he hugged me every time I passed, which gets really, really annoying, so I retorted to whacking him instead.
Glad he stopped doing that, was such a pain.

The doorbell rang.
JEEZUS, do you people have lives!?!
STOP CALLING US! GO AWAY!

"I need to go buy knives now"
What the hell mom?
She laughed as she walked away. Scary.
She doesn't know that you collect knives, Zandry. Hahha.
"Why?" "Because they're shiny and sharp" "interesting"

You're weird.

"Go ninja Go ninja Go!"
I am not referring to Spyed. And that was Alex.
"you know our knives are hella dull, right?"
"yesh."
"300 years, so useful!"
"A knife should never have to die.. T__T"
"CARBON STEEL?!?!?! ZOMG. MOM MUST BUY THOSE! THAT IS KATANA STEEL"
"WTF IS WITH KNIFE SELLER"
"I used to play with him and his sister. In ur house, selling u knives!"

Weird runs in the family.
So does DEATH!

Dad said someone at work said that. 'death runs in my family' It runs in all families, silly.

Moo... Oh yeah, I remember that. On MSN we talked in like.. Moos and squawks or something. That was a bit amusing, but it's hard to have many variations of moo. There's the pleading moo "Mooooooo..!!!" and the happy moo "Moo ^___^" and the sad moo "Moo... T__T" and the 'what' moo "Moo..?" etc.

I wish I could cook. Ariel can cook. Didn't you set something on fire last time? That was funny.
You are my hero.

The phone rang again. GET A LIFE!
Five times now. In the last hour or so.

STOP CALLING. THIS IS NOT GEIKO.
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My cheek is bleeding again...ew.


¬___¬;;

I like that face. ^__^
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The phone rang.. Six times.


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Till next time...
~Tanya