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-Childish Desires. I’m finally blogging. Its been what, 5 days since I last blogged, mostly because I have nothing to blog about really, but I’ll try to blog today. There’s snow on the ground! I’m excited, but its extermely cold. But oh well. Thanksgiving wasn’t that bad this year.

It started, when I came over at 9 in the morning, and had to make deviled eggs, then my sister went and got some cards from wolly world, and we played UNO, then I basically just got on the internet, ate, and came back to the internet, that was pretty much my thanksgiving. Then, there’s always an thanksgiving fight, well, there was one.. between my mom and dad, so my mom’s been mad like the last 4 days, and I’m terrified to ask if I can get The Two Towers extended.

So, I’m hoping to get an digital camera, because I’ve already asked my mom about it, and she said maybe so yay! So anyway, that was pretty much it. You’ve got to read this! What is God?. Its funny, its got to do with Michael Jackson lol…Anyway, nothing else to talk about.

I’m going to circle center today, because my lil cuz wants to go….so yep…like 5 hours in an crowded mall, and then like another hour outside in the freezing cold, sounds like fun.

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BLACK ROBBERS – True Story

By far the best email I’ve read so far…For anyone who didn’t see David Letterman’s take on this:(And it’s a true story…)

On a recent weekend in Atlantic City, a woman won a bucketful of quarters at a slot machine. She took a break from the slots for dinner with her husband in the hotel dining room. But first she wanted to stash the quarters in her room. “I’ll be right back and we’ll go to eat,” she told her husband and carried the coin-laden bucket to the
elevator.

As she was about to walk into the elevator she noticed two men already aboard. Both were black. One of them was tall…very tall…an intimidating figure. The woman froze.

Her first thought was: These two are going to rob me. Her next thought was: Don’t be a bigot, they look like perfectly nice gentlemen. But racial stereotypes are powerful, and fear immobilized her. She stood and stared at the two men. She felt anxious, flustered and ashamed. She hoped they didn’t read her mind but Gosh, they had to know what she was thinking!!! Her hesitation about joining them in the elevator was all too obvious now. Her face was flushed. She couldn’t just stand there, so with a mighty effort of will she picked up one foot and stepped forward
and followed with the other foot and was on the elevator.

Avoiding eye contact, she turned around stiffly and faced the elevator doors as they closed. A second passed, and then another second, and then
another. Her fear increased! The elevator didn’t move. Panic consumed her. My God, she thought, I’m trapped and about to be robbed! Her heart
plummeted. Perspiration poured from every pore.
Then one of the men said, “Hit the floor.” Instinct told her to do what they told her. The bucket of quarters flew upwards as she threw out her
arms and collapsed on the elevator floor. A shower of coins rained down on her. Take my money and spare me, she prayed. More seconds
passed. She heard one of the men say politely, “Ma’am, if you’ll just tell us what
floor you’re going to, we’ll push the button. The one who said it had a little trouble getting the words out. He was trying mightily to hold in a belly laugh. The woman lifted her head and looked up at the two men. They reached down to help her up.

Confused, she struggled to her feet. “When I told my friend here to hit the floor,” said the average sized one, “I meant that he should hit the elevator button for our floor. I didn’t mean for you to hit the floor, maam.” He spoke genially. He bit his lip. It was obvious he was having a hard time not laughing. The woman thought: My God, what a
spectacle I’ve made of myself. She was humiliated to speak. She wanted to blurt out an apology, but words failed her. How do you apologize to two perfectly respectable gentlemen for behaving as though they were going to rob you? She didn’t know what to say. The three of them gathered up the strewn quarters and refilled her bucket.! When the elevator arrived at
her floor they then insisted on walking her to her room. She seemed a little unsteady on her feet, and they were afraid she might not make it down the corridor. At her door they bid her a good evening. As she slipped into her room she could hear them roaring with laughter as they walked back to the elevator.

The woman brushed herself off. She pulled herself together and went downstairs for dinner with her husband. The next morning flowers
were delivered to her room – a dozen roses. Attached to EACH rose was a crisp one hundred dollar bill. The card said: “Thanks for the best laugh we’ve had in years.”

It was signed;

Eddie Murphy
Michael Jordan

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Today was extermely boring. Lets see what happened shall we? In Keyboarding, I scared a bunch of people, because I said really loud, “I have a cow fetish.”, and a bunch of people just looked at me. And Glen, was like “do you have a whinnie the pooh fetish too?” I was like yeah, I’m starting to get one. LoL. I just couldn’t stop laughing.

Then my friend got mad at me, because I told her I wanted my book back by the end of the day, and she wasn’t reading it (she was too busy playing on the caculator on the computer). She got mad, took her bookmark out, and told me she was done. I told her no, she wanted to read it, then she should read it.

So next period, we were sitting there, and she wouldn’t talk to me, and I was sitting there trying to talk to her! I was soooo mad, because of her, so I didn’t talk to her rest of the period, because I thought that was pretty low, its just a book, she doesn’t have to get upset about it. I was pretty much just like, whatever.

Third period comes around, and I just sat and worked on an Why I want to go to Japan essay, that was pretty much it. Fourth, we just watched Julius Caesar…we watched the first and second act…but besides that it was pretty boring. Anyway, well, bye.

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Man, you know what I seriously want to do? Lose weight, I weigh like 175. So do you have any suggestions about how I can lose weight? Please let me know. I want to be about 120, that’s my desired weight. And I will do it, by the beginning of the next school year!

Fact: The number one cause of weight gain is stress.

I did not know that, now I can say why I’m fat:) I’m always stressed, if its not one thing, its another. I suppose I can help thank my parents, and of course my teachers at school for that. But anyway…. I guess there is really nothing to talk about, so just leave links to places, that tell you how to lose weight (for free I might add).

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[Edit] Crystal: When you first im me, I’m like “oh man, she’s gonna talk to me again?”, and believe me it does get a little annoying after awhile…but then we get on something funny, like pink bunnies with tuxedos…lol So you wanted to know what I thought, that’s what I thought. [/Edit]

I’d just like to start out, with you can thank my friend Crystal. So yep, I’m sorry, if you get mad at me, then just leave, because I don’t feel like dealing with idiotic morons, and I have a life, so I can’t be dealing with them all the time.

I’m tried of everything, everyone. I just want to fall of the end of the earth, and hope no one will catch me. Jeez, I don’t feel like being nice today, and you know what, screw it, I’m not going to be nice… I honestly don’t care who the hell gets mad at me, at least they wouldn’t talk to me, and I’d get some piece and quite.

Lets start shall we? Thuy – I was gone for like 2 weeks, and I felt like the board, went to hell. People were posting random things, and majorly sucking up to you, and what the hell why the hell did you let them suck up to you? I would have banned their butts, because I hate suck-ups. Our entire board is turning into suck-ups, and if I have to, I swear to god, I will ban every single person on there.

Next, DDG. I can’t stress this enough, but what the hell? It went from this great site, to absolutly nothing, I’m ashamed honestly that I have anything to do with it, or the message board.

A bunch of immature 1st graders are there, and it makes me mad. They sit there and tell me to get over crap, well excuse me, but I’m not sucking dick to get on the admins “good” side. I’m just tried of jerk wads thinking they are all that. And I’m just SICK of it! Screw it, I hardly ever post there anyway. I thought no one would miss me for those two weeks, and only ONE member noticed, and it wasn’t even a person I talk too!

Next, provance…. Why the hell did you sign up for provance, if you people are going to leave real comments? I’m just really mad about that, because I’ve heard, and gotten comments where people have just said, oh great layout. Example:

Great layout you made!
Opinionated By: Amber

Well gee, thanks Amber. I feel so much better. Not. Just to let you know I reported you, at least I try and make an effort to actually reply back to something that was actually in their post. Are you people really that dumb? I’m starting to believe that a lot of people on the internet are more dumb than they appear.

Next, two of my friends sat at lunch last week, talking behind my back. I finally told me to shove it, unless they were going to tell it to my face. Guess what they did? Shoved it. That makes me really mad, because I can tell someone what I think of them to their face, but yet two lousy people can’t even manage to do the same for me. I’m sorry, did I hurt your super-ego? Too bad, walk it off.

I’m seriously just tried of people taking advantage of me, that’s a great way to make me mad, and keep it mad. And believe me, no one wants me mad. I just hate it, when people can’t do one simple task. It took me about a half hour to type on post on a message board, because everyone was bothering me. I swear some people just need to get a life.

And you know what else makes me mad? I bought a domain for my friend, then what does he do? He completely stops talking to me. Not once since he got this domain has he been talking to me, but oh no, I hear about the conversations between him and my other friends…. jeez…

If you want your honest opinion about what I think on you, and your up to being bashed, and have the balls to do it, then sure, just leave a comment, I’d be more than happy too.

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//EDIT New Skin, featuring Delta Goodrem!

I’m taking a great big break from phpBB. I’m sick, I’m tired, and everything in between, or at least I believe so.

Thursday after I got off the internet, I found out that my grandmother and my Aunt Rinky (she’s really not my aunt, but that’s what we call her) got home from the airport. Well, considering my mother was sick, and my father had to get up early, and the only other person who could drive our big truck, yes you’re right, me. So what was I doing ten-thirty at night? I believe I was driving to the airport.

I didn’t get home until about one-thirty and it sucked. I went to bed, then got up, and didn’t exactly feel like doing anything, so my dad called me into school, and I slept in till three-thirty, then had to run a bunch of errands, I was in town for probably about three to four hours doing errands.

Saturday, I had to work at eleven, and I finally saw my friend (whom I work with) who hasn’t been as school for probably four days at least, and we worked together, and we even had a lunch break together. We were suppose to get off at six, but managment asked me first if I’d stay till seven-thirty, and of course I did, then Mary said no, then found out I was going to, and then told them yes.

So for about eight and a half hours I talked and talked to customers, and my thoart is killing me! It hurts so much to talk, and I have to work five-thirty to ten pm tonight. I’m tired and my thoart is killing me

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[Edit] Whelp, won’t be back here until Thursday if your lucky! And if not, then in two weeks! Byes! [/Edit]

Thank you for those who love me so deeply for those 20 comments. Anyway, last night wasn’t a very happy time. My mom was being so mean it wasn’t even funny. First off, I was taking food into our house, and after I put them up, I started to clear off the counter. Well, I was putting dishes in the sink, just so I could move them out of the way for now.

What does my mom do? Throws a HUGE fit, about how I don’t do anything, and I’m ungratfull. Then she got pissed off because I was making myself food. Because my parents were having Chili. So my mom decides to be a bitch, and turns up the oven so they’ll burn. Well they didn’t burn, but after they were done, I took him out of the oven and threw then away in the trash can.

Geez, then they act like everything’s fine, well, hate to break it to ya, but its not, and it pisses me off. It’d just be better if I was dead, then no one would have to deal with me, and I could actually for once be myself. Makes me mad >< Grrr.

And that guy I was buying Punk-Kitty.net off of, still hasn't given me back my money, and its making me mad. Anyway, my friend's friend bought a WHOLE bunch of domains, I think she said 34 to be exact. But still wow…

I've marked myself as on vacation on provance. Because I don't feel like commenting today, that and I won't be on for like the entire week. I've finally decided what I'm going to do with childish-desires.org. Its gonna become a design site. I've got the layout made and coded:) So yep, just have to work on the content now.

I just took a quiz, and I'm sponge bob! Wee! Lets take some more quizzes.

You are Neo, from "The Matrix." You
display a perfect fusion of heroism and
compassion.

What Matrix Persona Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla

I'm also selling two layouts on Nova-Boards.com and smackmb.com. One's a 9/11 layout, and one's a Season layout, that I originally made for pick-me.net, but decided not to submit it. Anyway, my username on both is PrettySenshi. So yep.

I still need some ideas for an name for a story. I've started writing one, but I won't release any of it, until its completely finished, or at least I've got back over it and added and taken out things that shouldn't or should be there. So, I'll give you a link to one of the stories I read on the internet! Unfinished Business. Remember, that is NOT me. Anyway! whelp, must be going! Byes!