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June 28, 2002
<3 Peanuts
Peppermint Patty is the absolute shit.
Here's Thursday (yesterday)'s comic strip:
Ah, story of my life.. The sorrow of split ends and stupid hot redheads.. Oh, and that love stuff, too, of course.
I love Peanuts so much.
Peppermint Patty is SO me. From Peanuts.com:
"... what she lacks in common sense she makes up for in sincerity. [Let's not forget that I recently believed that Elvis is indeed alive. HE IS!!!] She's the only one who calls Charlie Brown "Chuck." Oblivious to much that goes on around her, [Again, I must bring up the Elvis incident] for a long time she seemed unaware that "the funny-looking kid who plays shortstop" was a beagle. She has trouble staying awake in class; [So true.] most of her waking hours in the schoolroom are spent analyzing the probability patterns of true-false tests."
Hell. I love Peanuts.
Get your ass over to the online Peanuts coloring books by clicking on the beautifully gyrating Snoopy above.
Note to self: Too many dancing animals/fruit on this page at this very moment. Wow.
I'll whip up a real nice post real soon. I promise.
Today was just a weird day.
:D
June 23, 2002
My Beautiful Turdy Friend
My mom went jogging at the track this morning, and while driving home, she came across a poor soul on the side of the road, struggling to make his way across. Afraid that he would get run over and have his innards strewn bloodily across the street, she pulled over to get him into the car.
He resisted, and put up quite a violent fight, according to my mom, but she ultimately managed to capture him in a sack and throw him into the minivan.
And brought him home.. for his own good.
At first I was kind of afraid that charges would be pressed.
But then I talked to Robweyman, a fellow Newjerseyan, who said, No, you stupid idiot, it's not illegal.
After all, we were just trying to help him out.
I tried to give him something to eat and drink, but he wouldn't have anything. He curled himself up into a ball and jerked his head away whenever we came near him. Poor guy. We kept him restrained in the living room so he wouldn't wander off.
When I came back to check on him about 15 minutes later, with some watermelon and apple slices (he really hated hard boiled eggs, I learned), he had taken THE BIGGEST SHIT I've ever seen.
The. Biggest. Shit. And it was just lying there.
I went to get some plastic bags and gloves and paper towels, and by the time I got back, he had the most smug, self-satisfied sonofabitch look on his face.
I looked down and saw he'd taken another HUGE ASS SHIT.
Jesus.
Houseguests, even strange houseguests whom you find on the side of the road, should not take shits in the host's house. I can't emphasize that enough.
I decided to call him Turdy.
My dad eventually got tired of hearing his nails scratching on the walls, trying to escape, so we put him back into the sack as he struggled wildly, and chucked him into the woods.
I took lots of pictures.
Take a look at my beautiful friend Turdy, with whom I was acquainted for a few hours this morning.
**I, unfortunately, did not have the foresight to take pictures of his actual turds. I'm sorry.**
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And the heartbreaking goodbye...
Did you know... that Turdy is a RACING turtle?
WHOAH!!! HE'S GOING SO FAST!!!! YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE HIM!!! WHOAH LOOK AT HIM GO!
WOO. Woo. Julie Wu.
Did you know..... that Turdy is a CELEBRITY?!
Ahhhh Turdy.... I KNEW he looked familiar.
You sneaky bastard.
Turdy gave me a mean dose of salmonella, methinks.
June 20, 2002
Slanty McSlant!
John, a.k.a. Mr. Slant of www.mrslant.com just sent me this supercute Mario/Yoshi thang.. :D Hee!
WOO!! Today was last day of finals!!!!!!!! :D:D:D:D:D
June 16, 2002
I just got home from an awesome weekend in the Poconos in Pennsylvania, and the patreesha.dot.nu URL seems to be temporarily incapacitated!
Shit.
Well, so for now, I'm gonna have to just use the old URL.. but it's all good.
It was a really fun weekend, a bunch of my friends and I went up to the mountains to this resort thang..
We ended up meeting a group of nice guys, who we invited to join us in the hot tub, where we gave them a Big Lesbo Foam Fight Show.
Hahahaha!
Okay not really..
But it kinda sucked that the weather was so bad. It was 70 degrees and rainy throughout Friday and Saturday, and today, the day we returned, it was sunny and warm out. Man..
I have finals all this week, so off I go..
And one more thing,
QUIT ABUSING THE FLOOBLE!
It's supposed to be fun.
So please refrain from comments about people's moms being on your package.
Bye! =)
June 8, 2002
Una Tragedia Muy Mala... =(
So Friday was supposed to be the big day.
I went to the GlassJAw concert with Ronnymobile, Will, and Colleen last night..
They were supposed to play with Juliana Theory and Piebald, but there was a conflict of some sort, so instead, it was The Break, Open Hand, Armor for Sleep, and then closed with GlassJAw.
The Break was a very happy pop-punk-ish band.. I liked them, and the singer came up to us (we were standing in front of the stage) and sang in our faces.. I felt bad though, since I didn't know any of the words.. Heh..
Open Hand was really, really good. There were a lot of catchy guitar parts.. The best part was watching the singer/guitarist's sweat drip down from his hair, down his face, across his shoulders, and off of his elbows.. His guitar was streaked with sweat, and every time he played a chord, it sprayed out everywhere.. Hahaha!
Now, the third band, Armor for Sleep.... I LOVED them.
I don't know what it was about that little tiny emo boy and his band. He wasn't one of those dumb skinny ones with big plastic glasses and plastic raver bracelets that they bought at Hot Topic or anything.. The singer/guitarist of the band, Ben, was so, so, so, so, SO, SO CUTE!!!!!! He was like a little tiny Eskimo!! He had this mop haircut that got in his eyes.. and he sang with his eyes closed and his head tilted a little.. Aw man.. The vocals sounded a bit like Dashboard, which I'm willing to overlook, but sweeter.. Man. Ben. Sigh.
Then GlassJAw! They were, as usual, amazing. They played a lot of songs from the EYEWTKAS cd with a few songs from their new one, Worship and Tribute (or is it Tribute and Worship?), like Ape Dos Mil, Don't Forget to Tip Your Bartender.. And they played Ry Ry's Song this time! Woo!
And now the "Una Tragedia Muy Mala" part.. I brought my camera with me, and took a LOT of pictures.. I'd always forgotten to bring a camera to the other GlassJAw concerts that I'd gone to, so this time I was really excited that I was prepared..... And I finished up a roll of film and was taking it out this morning from my camera, when..
AUGH!! SHIT!!!!!! Dammit....... The film is gone.. all gone..
Also, my distaste for crowdsurfers has grown into a severe hatred for them.
I guess getting hit by a few crowdsurfers is expected when you're standing way up at the front, but FUCKING HELL, I got fucking kicked in the head by no less than about 35 retarded slutty girls with their dumb Converse Lo-tops and a bunch of retarded prettyboys wearing their fucking Abercrombie button-down, ironed shirts. It's really fucking annoying when a band is playing your favorite song and there's a fucking flying sneaker bashing you in the back of the head and some stupid chick's sweaty hair smacking you in the face.
Hello Crowdsurfers. I hope you all die.
Also, the Nets lost. By a lot.
=(
June 6, 2002
BOO LAKERS!!!!!! >:O
>:O
Just wait until FRIDAY........
Or actually, SUNDAY, when games 3-5 are in Jersey...
Then we can wave our noodley french fry things in YOUR faces when you make foul shots, punk...
Like I said... I've never liked watching basketball before this..
So this is weird.
BOO LAKERS!!! >:O
Friday is GlassJAw with Ronnymobile...
Saturday is Spiderman with VIK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YEAH. UNH.
June 1, 2002
Less than three..
= <3.
=)
Monkey Boogie
So anyway, I'm sitting here at, oh, 1:08 or so in the AM.
I just finished watching the Nets/Celtics and the Lakers/Kings game.
I have this newfound interest in the NBA playoffs.. weird, man. I've never really liked watching sports all that much before.
So then, I started thinking about how I have to wake up in about 5 and a half hours to take the SAT's, and I'm starting to wonder if I am insane or slightly retarded.
I NEED SLEEP.
SLEEP GOOD. BUKKAKE BAD.
More posts on the NBA shizz at a later date..
I must now frantically get all of my stuff together for tomorrow, a lovely day in which I will poop my pants in fear of doing excessively poorly on the SAT's.
Good luck, guys..
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