The only thing worse
than bad memories
is no memories at all..
[The Dismemberment Plan]

[Happy cam]
(mouse-over)

Who in the What Now?

Patreesha the banana danced at 4:36 AM

December 27, 2001  

Aww shit?!

So this is what Blogger says:

Blogger is back. If you missed it before, Blogger was offline most of today due to a security breach (i.e., hackers/crackers, whatever you like to call them).

Well, I have this funny feeling that it's NOT back.. Some stuff in my account is all screwy..
Aw shizz..

Blogger, get your shit together soon, I'm feeling a little nervous..

Patreesha the banana danced at 6:46 PM

 

Mmm... Sweet Doughy Goodness..

I just finished having an AIM convo with the Abominably Adorable DohBoy of LoveToEatDogs.com.....
and unfortunately, I think I freaked him out JUST A BIT when I told him I'm obsessed with his doughy sweetness.
Hehe..
Go take a look! I think he's REALLY MADE OF DOUGH! : )
And he likes Weezer!!!!!!! Augh..

::sigh::

Heh.. Welp.. 3:46am.. time to turn in.. ::YAWN::

G'nite chicos..

Patreesha the banana danced at 3:43 AM

December 26, 2001  

Hi!

Yay!
Not only did my brother reformat the whole computer (although I have to complain, I have 98 now, not 2000.. arg), he also got me...
A WEBCAM!

Woooo!!

It's like 100x better than the one I got.. hehe! Yahey!
That's all for now, I'm playing with my new toy. : )
THANKS!!

Yay......
So here's Pic Numero Uno!



So what did you guys do today....

I bought a can opener.

Goodnight!

Patreesha the banana danced at 11:43 PM

 

My Fucked Up Holiday Story

Okay.

So I thought the computer was okay with the so-called virus and all.
But apparently it wasn't.

Some of you guys might remember the "ILoveYou" Virus that went around about a year ago. Well, I got a version of that.
: /

So my computer got all fucked up, thanks for nothing, Anil the Former Computer Guru. Heh..
My brother, thank god, didn't try to kill me, but rebooted the whole computer..
Thank you!!! : )

For Christmas, I got socks from my mom.

Like I've said before, I hate Christmas.

Another thing, somehow someone fucked around with my Blogger account and changed my password.
You web bandits fucking suck.

Patreesha the banana danced at 1:03 AM

December 24, 2001  

Rudolph La Nariz Roja

.. and that's about as Christmas-spirit-y I'm gonna get.. :D

So yay!
Mohit's present to me was a VIRUS in my email!!

Someone was feeling extra giving this year..

I called Anil the Computer Guru and asked him if my computer was on the verge of collapse, and he hesitated a little before he said, "I don't think so."

I restarted the computer and it seemed fine, the only thing different was my Home Page was changed to this:
http://www.skyinet.net/~young1s/HJKhjnwerhjkxcvytwertnMTFwetrdsfmhPnjw6587345gvsdf7679njbvYT/WIN-BUGSFIX.exe

So if any of ya'll know how to track this dude down with that addy (although I don't think you should give it a visit, in case it'll fuck up your computer), I encourage you to go out and give his face a nice beating for being such an annoying shit.

Luckily, I didn't save the attatchment from the email or whatever, so I don't think anything was fucked up.
But still, talk about ruining my Merry Ho Ho Ho Yay Christmas Mood.
Thanks again, Mo-mo! Merry Christmas.

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In other news, I went out and bought myself my Christmas present.. a webcam..!

It was an absolutely torturous experience, shopping for that piece of shit today.

First, I went to CompUSA, where every single person working there was 70 years old and Indian.
Don't get me wrong, it's not that I have anything in particular against 70 year-old Indian men, hell, you could even say I love 70 year-old Indian men! (Umm..)
It was just these 70 year-old Indian men who work at CompUSA. I mean, they must have something against teenage Korean girls, because every time I went up to one of these asswipes, they all "just happened" to be busy with another customer, who apparently was invisible, because, hell, I was just about the only customer in the fucking store. Assholes. After trying to flag down these guys for a good half hour of my life to no avail, I left in a huff with an Intel pieceacrap. Thanks fellas.

I dropped by the P.C. Richards next door and tried not to laugh when the fat, sweaty salesperson showed me webcams made in some Malaysian sweatshop.

Then, the next stop was a string of Office Maxes, Office Depots, Office etc. etc., you get the idea... Nothing.

I finally made it to Circuit City as a last attempt, and thank god, the salespeople are 99% pretty-boys and under-20 computer nerds, so I got a lottttt of help and a purdy Logitech thang. Yeahhh...

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And oh yes, more highlights from this past week.

My one weakness. Chocolate.

Here's something I discovered this week:

( + ) x 1,000 =

Good lord.

Well, I guess I was wrong when I thought I could live on nothing but a bag of Kisses in arm's reach from my bed..

Oh well...
Merry Christmas everyone!!

Patreesha the banana danced at 7:35 PM

December 23, 2001  

Eyy Wasubb

Too busy/tired/sleepy to post anything more than 3 sentences.

**Snorgggggggg**

Love yas.

Patreesha the banana danced at 11:43 PM

December 20, 2001  

I Fucking Hate Christmas

Cute, huh?

Aight.

So yeah. I hate Christmas.

There's no other time in the year where I'm more stressed out, burnt out, blah blah blah..
Everyone bitches about you not getting them a present, you have to haul ass and go out and get something, smile when you get a teapot cozy or a jam jar holder.. again.. from the same person..

::Sigh::

And Bluemountain, once one of the best places to send ecards, officially fucking sold out and is now charging money for their fucking cards. Whatttt....

Oh, don't get me wrong, they still have a section where you can get free ecards, but if you actually look, the only kind you can actually send are weirdass ones.

Case(s) in point:
"Bathroom Party Day!"
"Wave All Your Fingers Day!"
"Gay and Lesbian Cards!"

I mean, honestly.

Does this mean I'll actually have to write to people? With a PEN? And my hand on PAPER?
Oh god.

What has become of the world?!

Today in Psychology we ate dog biscuits. Milk Bone.

Happy Holidays, fuckers.

P.S. Hi George!! (I think he's the only one who reads this...haha..) :D

Patreesha the banana danced at 10:48 PM

December 19, 2001  

Wasabi!!!

Yay!

Mom just brought home all of this sushi.. mmmm....

I should be writing my uhh... 1500 word English assignment... but.. well.. you know how it is. : )

Sorry about the sorry-ass posts lately..
I suggest you click on the Archives and reminisce of the good old days here... haha..

And Alan, you suck. :D

Yay sushi! You know you love it.



More to come soon... must type paper... : )

Hey ya'll.. if you're bored and reading this at 2am, chances are I'm still up, too!
So say hello!!

Later chicos!

Patreesha the banana danced at 12:01 AM

December 17, 2001  

Yep, Even the Queen Digs for Gold

Today's post is going to be pretty quick for these reasons:
(a) It's 12:00 midnight, and I still have yet to start studying for a Precalculus test.
(b) I'm still pissed at Blogger for once again fucking me over by losing my post.. Again.

Highlight of the day: Trying to explain to my dad what Rocky Road ice cream was..

Dad: "Mush.. melon?"
Me: "Marshmallow."
Dad: "Mush.. melon? Mush.. room?"

Quote of the Day:
I been dancing in the bathroom stalls
Excreting words just for this song
I'm kicking in windows
And it don't make music to me..
- At the Drive-In

So now I hear they have a side project, Defacto.
Anyone heard about 'em?

And now, my most favorite thing in the whole wide world, Tare Panda!


Goodnight chicos..!

Patreesha the banana danced at 12:03 AM

December 15, 2001  

I <3 Andy

Yay Andy!! Thanks for all the crazy fun computer stuff!!

Yahey!!

Patreesha the banana danced at 9:23 PM

 

Oi, Spock, FUCKING OI!

I hate my fucking slow internet connection. Blogger lost my post that I just spent about.. half an hour on, because I was inactive or whatever. Aw man..

So anyway, yet again, I prove to be a big fucking moron.
This morning, my mom swerved into the parking lot of Guitar Center, turned around and looked at me, and said, "Did you pick out the guitar you want? Because I'm buying it for you for your Christmas present."

I, Patricia, the big idiot, said, "Nah, it's okay. Not right now."

!!!!!!!

Can you fucking believe it?
Ever since my acoustic piece of crap got a warped neck, I've been whining about getting a new guitar, and then when she finally (finally!!!!) gave in, I fucking blew it.
I guess it was just too early in the morning to be thinking clearly, that's the story I'm sticking with.. (Yes, and D. was working..::sigh::)

Anyway,
Did you miss me while I was on my 4-day hiatus?
Of course you did!
:D
I've been pretty fucking exhausted from just.. school.. stupid shit... everything... Arggg...
I can definitely tell that all of the teachers have again conspired and plotted against us all, just to drive us crazy.

I'm pretty sure this past Thursday was Rider Strong's 22nd birthday! Woo!
Of course y'all remember him from weekly presence on the Friday night rundown of "Boy Meets World!"
and Eyy, what the hell is that in his mouth..
Happy Birthday!

I got a few Springsteen records for my history teacher at Englishtown. Can't hurt to butter the tracks a little, right?
But I had to sell practically half my fucking soul to this vendor, who told me that he'd give me
"plenty more free records for a date."

Hey now.

This guy was definitely a charmer. He had about 5 teeth in a beautiful shade of yellow, wonderfully rugged, scraggly hair, and a handsome face like Janet Reno.
Oh baby.

Speaking of which, Janet Reno's niece, supermodel Hunter Reno, got married this weekend.

Holy shit, you say? What is wrong with that sentence, you ask?

Yes, Janet Reno's niece is a supermodel! Let's see the striking resemblance.

Hmmm.. Oh yes, I can definitely see it..?

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Today I'm going to end with some exhilarating, uplifting Golden Girls Quotes!!

: Girls, how does this dress look on me?
: What's the difference? In half an hour, it'll be crumpled up on the floor next to an empty bottle of Jack Daniels.

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: Sophia, why are you in a such bad mood?
: Excuse me, Rose, I haven't had sex in 15 years, and it's getting on my nerves.

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: How about some whipped cream?
: I think we still have a can. I'll get it. It's in my bedroom.
: Nevermind, Blanche.

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: I haven't been this scared since 1952, when St. Olaf's active volcano threatened to erupt. Well, luckily there were some druid priests who were in town for the opening of Stonehenge-land. They said they could stop it if they could sacrifice the town's dumbest virgin.

I don't know why I raised my hand.

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: Ok, let's try it now with Dorothy! Dorothy, Dorothy bo borofy, banana fanna fo forothy, mi my morothy, Dorothy!

[brakes squeal to a halt]

: Get out, Rose.

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: Guess who got lucky?
: OH GOD!

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For more buddy icons, czech out Rebel Alliance!

Later chicos!

Patreesha the banana danced at 12:45 AM

December 11, 2001  

I'm a Fucking Ballerina

I was just thinking.
I never really wanted to be a ballerina.
Or maybe I did, and it was just the fact that my mom liked saying,

"You can't be a ballerina, because you're so fat.
All of the other kids are going to laugh and stare at you."

Hahahaha... Oh how I loved my pleasant childhood..

So for the most part, I felt like that fat-ass bee girl on Blind Melon's music vid of "No Rain."


Off I go.. I have to read Taming of the Shrew within the next half hour, then I can finish by 3 am..

Should I sit outside at George's table at lunch? Hmmmmmm... and yes, I forgive you. :D

Final Thought(s): Thank you all of you random internet people who somehow find yourself here.. The little rainbow box on my page tells me I'm up to 214 hits!!!! (NOT the little gray counter, that one likes to lie.. and for all of it's redeeming value, I put it in much later than the box counter... so fuck you. ;D)
Back to all of the random internet people, I'm a big narcissistic egomaniac, so please contribute to my wonderful self-importance and feel free to drop me a line... ;)
Leggo my Eggo!
Aw fuck.. now I forgot what I was going to say..

G'nite all you fuckers.
Whattayamean girls who curse aren't attractive?
HA.

Patreesha the banana danced at 2:28 AM

 

While the Guillotine Just Laughed Again

Today, we'll go off on another tangent. Enough about D., fuck that..

I made a cutsey index page that I put up..
Too bad I didn't realize that emote.org doesn't support fucking FTP, so I can't transfer over to there yet.. (Booo!)

Here's a fun little story. Actually, it's not fun. I just don't have too much to talk about today.. Sorry chicos..

This is Erik.
Erik sang in a band.
Erik and I used to "go out."
Erik was a sophomore, I was in 8th grade.
Erik has a online zine about metal.
Erik went to a lot of shows. I went, too.
Erik stayed out late. I did, too.
That wasn't such a good idea, considering the fact that my parents got a bit anxious about me coming home at fucking 2am.
Erik was a nice guy.
I haven't talked to him in 3 years.

The End.

Okay, on to the linkylinks!

I told Jon about this site today, it's called Turdtwisters. Basically, it's a buttplug with a hole that's shaped like a star, clover, the Batman symbol... (all sorts of weird shit for all of you sick freaks out there) and when you take a crap, you squeeze out a nice Cosby kid in that shape! NICE!

Thank you Jodee x 415, for putting up my bowlcut-head, and putting up a nice spot for DohBoy.
So here's why this guy rocks.
He's funny.
He likes WEEZER! ()
He wears those funny glasses! Hehe.. Me like!

And of course, how can I resist plugging in Mr. Slant?
I'm his Official #2 Fan! Yahey!

That's all for now. I hope Erik doesn't mind that little blurb on him.

Goodnight ladies and fucking penii. (Yes, I know I said that yesterday, but damn, I find it pretty catchy.. haha..)

Patreesha the banana danced at 1:50 AM

December 10, 2001  

Why?!?!?! WHY!?!?!

Ugh!!
I've been thinking all day about D., why the fuck did I make such a big deal out of it?
Why didn't I just give him my damn number again?
I mean, he asked me for it....

Arggg!!!!! Sometime's I'm just so fucking stupid.

Well, looks like another sleepless night for little ol' Patty here...

But.. do I really want to hang out with him again? That's the question..
I'm still a stupid-ass though, there's no question about that...

And what the fuck is wrong with you guys? What does a girl have to do to have some people sign her damn guestbook?

Whine whine bitch bitch. That's all I've been doing lately.

Final Thought: I DUN NEED NO STEEENKING MAN!
Nah.. I'm not convincing at all..

Send Devilishly handsome men via UPS. Will pay S&H charges.
I can't emphasize that enough.

Goodnight ladies and fucking penii.

Patreesha the banana danced at 12:34 AM

December 9, 2001  

I Am Sofa King Dumb

So this morning, I had to hustle into the car to get to church, because Parental Unit #2 was about to go into the "Go back into your cage and don't even think about coming back out" shpiel, and I didn't want to hear it..
And then Parental Unit #1 pulls this crap on me.. She said she had to do some work afterwards, so she was going to drop me off at G. C. for a while until she was done.....

See, normally, I'd take this as good news.. I'm usually up to seeing all the guitar dudes there, chillaxing in the acoustic room, maybe saying hi to D. (Refer to archives for the story on him if you'd like..), etc. etc...

But this morning I looked like crap x 5.. My hair was messed up, I had a huge zit I didn't have time to hide, I was a friggin mess.. And so as planned, I was plopped down at G. C., lo and behold, D. was there... and...

::sigh::

What's a girl to do?

So being the big wuss/chicken/heap of jell-o that I am, I was hiding out in the acoustic room with a bunch of moustachioed middle aged folk rockers for a while, and J. (who I hadn't seen for like.. months..) found me.. and we talked, hugged.. I got his number..

The End.

Oh wait, nevermind, that's not the end of the story, silly me. I actually did finally see D. when I was walking around with J., and he smiled and said something like, "Oh yeah, thanks for saying hi," and I just smiled back.. and later I went to him and made up some shit about needing new strings, "but I forgot my money, so I was just walking around.."
And being the sweetheart that he is, he rang up a set, and gave it to me.. Arggg.. and then he said he was going outside for a cigarette, so I obeyed like a puppy and trailed after him...

Once we were outside, I realized that Mom (in her big shacky green minivan) would probably be swinging by to pick me up any minute, and if she saw me talking to this tattooed hunk of man, she'd probably commit a triple homicide, me being the first victim.. So I kept the convo short..

And. He said, "What's your number again?"

RAWRRRRR!!

Keep in mind that I was absolutely hung up on this kid for like.. months.. And he lost my number. I still remember his, it's permanently imprinted into my dialing finger.. And he forgot mine. So I got all pissy, said, "I'm going back inside," didn't thank him for the strings (that I regret), and left him out there.. and I don't think he even cared...

Boohoo..... boo-fucking-hoo.

I know I shouldn't get so bent out of shape with this guy.. I know that it's never going to end up in anything worthwhile, and yet I know that I miss him... But he lost my number.

::sigh again::
Ouch..

Maybe I'm just being a silly little girl, falling for a big tough-guy, someone I have no business being involved with. Maybe he felt that all of that time we spent was just for fun, nothing serious, but dammit, to me, it was pretty fucking serious. I couldn't think of anything but this guy.. The way his hair looked, how cute he looked in that blue shirt, the way he'd get out of the car and just hug me for.. forever..

And now, I can't even look him in the fucking eye when I see him at work, my knees get all wobbly, I feel so fucking nervous, I wonder what the fuck happened to me, to him.. All I can do now is just plaster a big goofy smile on my fucking face and pretend that the way he never calls and acts like there was nothing going on doesn't hurt me.

Argggggg!!


Final Thought: I should stick to people my age.. Those old folks just don't know how to treat a gal right..


I'm out, chicos..

Patreesha the banana danced at 3:39 PM

 

Hell yes, bitch!

I just signed up for about 5 million free servers so I can do offsite linking for images.. I think I'm definitely making a nice cushy new home at envy.nu, and putting images up on 2 different servers. That means I don't have to loot pictures off of google anymore! Yeahhhh...

I searched around the net for a while (more than just a "while," I guess.. it's fuckin.. 4am..) and found a bunch of freeware for Photoshop-ish programs.. I actually found a few decent ones.. I have yet to download them, but yay! Once I get that done, I can move on over, make this blog about 3 times less shitty..

Woo!!

Listening to: At the Drive-In: Metronome Arthritis
"What if forensics finds the answers?
What if they stole my fingerprints?
Where did I leave my book of matches?
We'll find you.."

Dammit, why is it that all of the good bands are the ones that break up first? Sheeit..

Patreesha the banana danced at 3:59 AM

December 7, 2001  

Get your shoe off of my face.

So this past week, I've been feeling rather shitty.. Maybe because of all of the crazy tests I've had to take, maybe because I didn't get more than about 3 hours of sleep a night.. Maybe because I'm just a whiner.
But I figure, what's the point in feeling shitty? It just doesn't get you anywhere..

Ehh.. it's just been one of those days (oh god, why did Limp Bizkit have to ruin that phrase with that fucking song..), ya know?
Yay for Cathy and Serra.. my new cheerleaders.. thanks chicas! : * !pok!

So I've posted way too much about school... How about a little about my social life?

[silence]
*cough*
Oh jeez..

I almost forgot!
Czech out this link: Jesus seeking a loving woman.. a side of him you've never seen before.. [Thanks Alan! But your guestbook entry still isn't funny.. sorry man..]
Haha..

Patreesha the banana danced at 10:22 PM

December 5, 2001  

O.M.G.!!!!

Holy shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have to do this god-awful candy sale fundraiser for student council... which is how I first discovered these Oompas!!!!




I think it was Laurie who told me that they taste like Skittles and Mentos, but DAMMMMNN!!!!! You chicos had better try this, I think I had a semi-religious experience with it!! Ooh, I'm getting chills..

Daaaaaaaaaannnnnggggg!

Patreesha the banana danced at 7:44 PM

 

Yippity Skippity

So I retook the Precalc test today, I think I did as well as I would have yesterday..
Which means "badly."

ARGGGHHHH!

So mom and dad always talk at the dinner table about how I'm going to get "full scholarships" to fucking.. Yale or Harvard.. As I sit there listening to them going on about the little life that they've fabricated for me, I just want to scream, flip the table over, throw around some chairs, smash a few glasses, all that good stuff.. :D
Meanwhile I have my hopes set on getting accepted to UPenn or any decent school.. that's all I'm shooting for.. Oh jeez..

Today I wore my 4 inch heels, and felt like a monster.. Every kid in my school must be under 5 foot 6 or something, I'm really not that tall, and I was taller than 80% of all of the teachers and what felt like 99.9% of all the other kiddies with those shoes.. It's ridiculous..
Maybe it's just around here, but every year, the freshmen get punier and wimpier. There must be about 2 freshmen who are above 5 feet tall in this fucking freak-pool.. Where do these weirdos come from!

There's one freshman who looks like Harry Potter!
Andrew screamed "Hey, wait up Harry!" and he got all excited and actually started to walk towards us.. Har har.. I had to fill him in that Andrew's a jackass, and that he was just kidding.. The kid says, "My name's not really Harry, but I just go by that."

As if I didn't know? I'm not a moron..

Speaking of morons, have you seen the new "Mystery Invention"? It's a fucking motorized scooter.. People are getting so lazy, they don't even want to walk on their own feet anymore..

That's all for now, chicos.. please sign the guestbook on the left, it'd make me realllly happy. :D

Patreesha the banana danced at 7:01 PM

 

Mr. Slant is the bomb!

Yee yee!

Goodnight everyone..

Patreesha the banana danced at 1:29 AM

 

Kill Me Now

So I got back my Physics test, not bad, an 80.. which gives me a solid B- so far in a fucking lab class.. It's ridiculous.. But hopefully Mr. H. will have once again fucked up on some of the problems, so we might get a few points back from him..

Now to the Precalc test..

So on the precal quiz we had last week, I got an 86, and saw where I made stupid mistakes, so I figured, Oh yeah, I have these formulas down, I'll do okay..
So I watched an hour of Judge Judy (it was a good episode, I swear), went online, and watched the hours pass.. In English, I drew pictures of Mr. H. in dominatrix gear with George while we watched Frankenstein, and in Psych, I made a half-assed effort to look at the formulas, problems, all that...

Finally, last period, I make it to math, look at the test, feel like I was going to die, get a incredibly dizzy, nauseating feeling in my stomach.. I seriously thought I was going to die..
Wow..
So I got to go to the nurse for the period, and I'm taking the test tomorrow in class..

I don't know if he really believed me, though, for a bunch of reasons:
(1) Yesterday during the homework quiz, when Nathalie didn't have her math notebook, I told her to "go to the nurse." And now, during the test, I went to the nurse.. Mighty suspicious, eh..
(2) It was pretty damn sudden, I think I looked alright when I came in..
(3) I kinda lied and said I'd been having "stomach problems all day.." which also probably made all these kiddies think I was shooting liquid Cosby kids into the toilets the whole day, not an image I'd like people to have of me..

But whatever, I guess I'll see tomorrow if he'll let me take the whole thing over again, if he took of points for the ones I started, if he believes me at all..

Oh jeez.

Patreesha the banana danced at 1:19 AM

December 3, 2001  

Example of Bad, Bad IM's..

Just for reference, spinkies is yours truly, bpg is my new nightmare.

bpg: heya sexy
bpg: wanna blow me in the back of my chevy?
spinkies55: good sweet lord
bpg: is that a yes?
bpg: that sounds like a yes
bpg: i hope it's a yes?
bpg: is it?
bpg: is it?
spinkies55: go away and never come back
bpg: oh
bpg: hi

Chicos, that's not the way you get the ladies!

To learn from the Master of getting babes, czech out the über-suaveness of Asian Prince!
It's a good laugh.. especially check out the "Possible Dates" section, look for Latoya! Heehee.. Urkel's in there somewhere, too, for some odd reason..

Anyway, back to studying.. Oh boy, I love being a high school geek..

Patreesha the banana danced at 7:59 PM

 

Hey Kiddies!

I think my dad's trying to kill me.. My house is full of cinnamon rolls, muffins, ice cream.... mmm...
He's definitely trying to kill me.

So today was a big physics test, I later heard that Mr. "H.," the teacher said that no one got higher than an 87...

ROWRRR!!

I swear, I'd really like to take a swing at that enlarged frontal lobe of his with a billyclub or something.. *[disclaimer: obviously, I'm full of shit, I'd never do anything like that.. I'm alllllllll talk.... Hehe you can never be too safe with what you say these days.. yeesh..] When you ask him a question, he puts a BIG sonofabitch grin on his face, shrugs, and says, "Well, I don't know!"
Of course he doesn't know. I swear, every single problem he puts on the board, he ends up being corrected by Marci. Stupid ass.
Our whole wing of science teachers definitely should be reevaluated, I'm really convinced that all but a few of them (Mr. Culver! Yee yee!) are actually competent.. Hey, Mr. H., what's a Newton?
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh let me just check.

Haha.

It seems to me that he pulls these test problems from out of his ass, I really don't know what the hell he's thinking.

Anyway. I'm off to explore the joys of Psychology (outlining 20 pages of absolute hell) and then I gotta clean my room, maybe I'll use a snowshovel..

I'm not even kidding.. Have you seen my room?

Exactly.

Patreesha the banana danced at 7:15 PM

December 2, 2001  

Feeding My Ego: Mmmm..

Awwrighttt.. I'm still not too sure what exactly he was saying, but hey, I'll take it as good..

rich: Patricia - 5/8 of the cuteness 2/3 of the time
me: haha what?
rich: you are 5/8 of the cuteness 2/3 of the time
me: okay... heehee
rich: or 5/12 if you wanna get technical
rich: if my calculations are correct
me: i think you're a little mistaken
me: Patricia - 8/8 of the cuteness todos los dias, baby
rich: but 5/8 2/3 of the time =10/24=5/12
rich: yeah, you're probably more like 6/7 of the cuteness, we can debate this at a later time, for now, i must get back to my espanol studies
rich: adios, muchacha
me: bye bye :D

Final Thought: Fractions? Spanish? Goddamn.. Are we dorks or what? Hehe..

Patreesha the banana danced at 8:09 PM

 

Nut n' Honey

Remember those Nut n' Honey commercials..
"What are you eating?"
"Nut n' Honey!"
Hardy har har..

So Parental Unit #2 woke me up this morning and yelled at me for not telling him my PSAT scores, which.. um.. I haven't gotten back yet. Apparently he'd read something in our local Crap-paper, the Transcript, that all these kids in our district got the National Merit shit..
Obviously the article was referring to seniors who had taken the test last year, but of course, he didn't believe me..
Don't you love it when people are so adamant about something that they're completely wrong about?
(*cough* M. in Physics *cough*)

I tried to wake up early today, I really did.. My brain was screaming, "Wake up!" But my body said, "Mmmmfphll.... sleeppp.."
So guess who won..?

I unfortunately jinxed us all, the weather today was pretty damn cold.. All my hopes of a spring-ish winter are gone. : (

I added a little email thing on the side, pretty neat, huh?
But this blog is getting pretty cluttered.. I'm thinking of getting a new layout soon..

So anyway, everyone, sign the guestbook, make me look cool, I love you all! :D

Patreesha the banana danced at 5:37 PM

 

Goddamn Right, It's a Beautiful Day

Ey chicos!

Guestbook is UP! Sign so I don't look like a big dork! :D
That goes for all you random internet people, too..

Final Thought: I fucking ROCK!

Patreesha the banana danced at 12:07 AM

December 1, 2001  

!Que barbaridad!

Ehh, my computer's not fancy shmancy enough to have upside down exclamation points or accent marks, so that's a semi-espanol (no fancy enya's either, and no, I'm not talking about the singer) title up there..
I'm not even sure what "que barbaridad" means, it could be bad, could be good, but ehhh, in this case, let's make it bad.

So I kept going on the blog website to fix something, and by the time I got signed on, I'd forget what it was that I wanted to fix.. this has been going on for a good half hour.. jeez..

And to top it off, I was IM'ing a few people, scratching my head while wondering why I'm such a bonehead, and I spilled my generic-brand diet coke on the Esc key, and while madly dabbing at it, I closed a bunch of IM's and NOW I'M GOING CRAZY! AHHH!! AHHHHHHhhhhhhh... hhh. hh. .... h.

So I'm listening to Weezer, and I think I believe in something again. How can music be so beautiful...
Dang.. I'm getting all mellowy philosophical now.. but Weezer, like I might have said before, is a beautiful, beautiful thing..
But of course I'm not referring to the Green Album, you sillyheads. I haven't enough of it to make a solid decision of it.. But I hate Hash Pipe.. Sorry guys.. GET MATT SHARP BACK!!!

I've also been thinking about "Privacy on the Internet.." I put it in quotes, because it's been such an overdramatized topic, especially among fidgety moms and dads, and also because it looks important and cool.

Anyway, I was visiting an unnamed person's site, which is pretty good, but I still wanted to trash her on her guestbook for the hell of it, maybe because I just hate her guts. Maybe. Well, yeah.
So I went to her guestbook, made an obnoxious comment of sorts, and checked back now and then (more than "just a few times," because I'm a loser so I can do stuff like that) to see if she had replied.. Well, apparently she thought I was Jason, and called me a dork for checking the guestbook a lot. Hmmmmm...
So methinks, dang, how much do these webtrackers really tell about people the visit the site? Because on some sites, I check a bunch of times to see if there's a new post or whatever, and I don't want to come across as some crazy stalker or anything.. Hmm..

Arrrgg.. My dear mumsies (she REALLY pisses me off sometimes) said she changed her mind, and I'm not going to G. C. tomorrow, so scratch the whole thing with D., I probably won't see him unless I throw a big hissy fit in front of everyone and I embarass her pretty badly. We'll see.. we'll see..

So Mom also abducted my cell phone tonight, and before I gave it to her, I saw Danny had called.. and now I can't call him back.. Glarg.. But whatever, I always feel funny talking to him on the phone.. I feel like I have to think of things to talk about before I actually call him, because I end up being the dominant listener, and never reciprocate on the speaking end... which means that he ends up talking the whole time, and I come across as interesting as a wax figure.

Today was a primo day to go to my Saturday Shrine, Englishtown, to buy shit, expand my pants collection (up in the 60-70's range! Yeahhh..).. it was so nice out this morning, but my parental figure decided that she wanted to sleep in.. so no ride. And there's also the fact that I don't want to go with one of my friends and have him/her watch me dig for dumb shit at a flea market. Maybe Ron will want to go.. hm...

My birthday is in 56 days!! I'm going to the DMV for my [restricted] license in 58 days!! (Goddamn you ex-Gov. Whitman, and your retarded GDL, I hate you) !!
And then the excitement drains when I realize that the only vehicles available to me are mumsie's Big Shacky Green Minivan and dad's Fucked Up Corolla.
The poor Corolla, I've never seen a shittier car. The whole interior must be 100% plastic, it's like riding in a toy. And there's also that completely smashed up driver-side door, thanks R. [semi-anonymous brother] ; )

Now here's a random list of things I hate, most of them about people/things online:
* People who can't spell
* People who spell things wrong on purpose
* Morons
* "Don't-hate-me-because-I'm-trying-desperately-to-be-different" types
* Pop-up ads that jump out and attack you when you least expect it, especially with porn, oh jeez
* People who try to pretend that they're all poetic/dramatic, etc.
* People who try to be cooler than anyone and everyone else, this is ESPECIALLY true in message boards, guestbooks (yes, call me a hypocrite with the above story about the girl's gb, fuck you), chatrooms, etc..
[Ex. "I love (some stupid band) and everyone who hates them is a fucking faggot, go shit in your face and lick poop, you faggots."]

And the list continues..

Guestbook coming soon! Feel free to trash me if you please, but I'd rather receive some extra-fine lovin'.. if you know what I mean.. ; )

Final Thought: Weezer rocks my world.
"Let's go away for a while
you and I
to a strange and distant land
where they speak no word of truth
but we don't understand anyway.."
=w=
Sweeeeet! I LOVE IT!

Patreesha the banana danced at 7:21 PM

 

SheMales and Jell-o Part II

Hey, haha, did you guys know that RuPaul has a weblog? Well, yes he/she does!
I didn't get to read all of it, so I can't really say if it's good/funny/awful or not, but hey, who cares, it's RuPaul!!

Worthless, Catch-22, River City Rebels, and The Youth Ahead are playing on the 22nd at Birch Hill..
I'm not going to pretend that I know more than about 3 songs from all of them combined (ooh, wait, 4), but I'd really like to go to see Danny.. [Note: just 'cause there's too many Danny's in the world, I mean D@nny, not to be confused with others.. 'Cause if the other Dan happens to read this, I don't want him to get all creeped out. ; )] Too bad I have only a jar of quarters and no ride so far... : (

For all of you who live in Jersey, (which is probably all of you) how crazy is this weather!?!?
I mean, it's December 1, and it feels like it's warmer than it was a few weeks ago. Hell, it is warmer than it was a few weeks ago..
But hey, who am I to complain, I hate freezing cold weather.. Brrrrrr..
Still, jeez, my neighbor's having a barbecue in December.. Now that's pretty crazy..

Tomorrow, Mom's dropping me off at G.C. for a few hours, because she has some stuff to do at church, so that mean's I'll see D. again.... (Remember D.? The guy from my first post everrrr..)
So I'm expecting to turn to Jell-o once again.. I don't know what I'm going to say to him, if I'm going to talk to him at all.. I think I'm just gonna hide out in the little acoustic room in the back and just play a guitar the whole time.. That's the plan..

George is right, I am a wuss.

Final Thought: I'm so nervous.. : /

Patreesha the banana danced at 3:48 PM

 

Holy Hay-Seuss

I swear, every single computer I use somehow gets so mangled after I use it..
The last computer before this one started mooing like a cow and banging like an old washing machine.. I have the touch of gold, or.. I guess you'd call it the Touch of Fucking Up Computers.

I'm really not looking forward to Monday, not just because of the fact that it's.. Monday.. but my teachers are all crazy, they must have systematically plotted against me: I have so many fucking tests and other bullshit work.
Physics: Test (That bastard)
History: Test (That bastard)
English: Essay
Spanish: Test (That bastard)
Psychology: Presentation

Aw crap..

Well, in other news, I finally was blessed by Mr. Slant's presence, I think we talked for.. 3 WHOLE MINUTES! I still can't believe it! Yesss...

It's funny how all of these fucking weirdo's are crying over George Harrison's death.. Ask them what their favorite Beatles song is, you get, "Uhhh --"

Hmm.. my goal tonight is to find out how to post pictures up here, then it's time for Fatties Galore!

Thanks Kevano for czeching out this site, that brings up the total of viewers to... 2? That's including me, of course.. haha.. Another reason why I'm not rushing to set up a guestbook/webcounter, I'd probably cry into my pillow staring at the number 2 at the bottom of my site.. hahaha..

Not to laugh at anyone's misfortune or anything, but emote accidentally lost files or deleted accounts or something screwy like that! HA HA (okay, so I am laughing..) ehh..
They had closed off additional accounts because they didn't have enough room for more, but now that they're all down the poopchute, I took the opportunity to sign up.... Nice..

I'm currently working on another site, finding out about different templates to use, looking for a guestbook, etc. etc., all the things which make me dorky as hell..

I'll post again soon, my little darlings..

Final Thought: Okay, so my Spanish teacher has a friend Jorge who has a collection of 300+ Cabbage Patch Kids..
Strange... and just so wrong..

Final Thought Part II: Let's add another person to the List of My Friend's Parents Who Dislike Patricia:
Anil's Mom.
(Mo is in India, wanted Anil online, I called at 12, his mom sounded a wee bit pissed, says "What IS YOUR NAME," I get all flustered, etc... Ha..)

Patreesha the banana danced at 12:29 AM