Mixed up Girl I Am.

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City : Thunder Bay, CAN Status : Tired, with a slight emphasis on crabby and a ton of good karma Colour : Yellow. Zodiac : Book : The Last Vampire 2:Black Blood by Christopher Pike {For the 1 millionth time), Classic Celtic Fairy Tales by John Matthews and PhotoDiary by Lynn Goldsmith T.V. : Gilmore Girls, Survivor, er Movie Rental : None right now, but tonight I'm planning on renting most of the Oscar movies I have yet to see that are out on video. :) Just Purchased : 2 Irish Toffee Coffee's from Robin's Donuts, a pile of candy and other unhealthy junk Song(s) : Ride With Me/Nelly, Danke Scheon/{from Ferris Bueller's Day Off}, Ode To A Friend/Jann Arden, Turn Off the Lights/Nelly Furtado, Aria/Delerium, Survivor/Destiny's Child, POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME!! {Def Leppard..?} Drink : White Hot Chocolate, Brownie Frappacino, Irish Toffee Coffee Future Profession : Photojournalism (?)* I've decided I'm in love with photography. I think I'm going to get a photography degree, with maybe a minor in ancient history & architecture. No, it IS fascinating. :) Would Like to Be : Back at the hotel stealing towels. Plans : Tonight me and my mom are going to stay up most of the night watching Oscar nominated flicks, drinking unhealthy beverages and eating unhealthy things and being horribly unhealthy alltogether. Tomorrow, I'm going to redecorate my room {hang up my tonnage of movie posters} and finish up on the completely unfair amount of homework I have. Upcoming Calendar : March 23 - Tiny, miniscule shindig, March 25 - The Oscars; March 27 - Keri's Candle Party rescheduled, Dad comes home; March 31 - Uncle Ron's Birthday; April 3 - Dad's Birthday; April 5 - Gramps' Birthday; April 13 - Suvi's Birthday {I'm giving her something that glows in the dark. Take note.}, Good Friday; April 16(?) - Easter! (eg chocolate); April 19 - Lauryn's Birthday Most Recently Watched/Listened to/Read, CD/Movie/Tv Show/Book : The Gilmore Girls {Tv}, Lame Birthday Mix #1 {Cd}, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon(M), Biology Textbook Chapter 24:Genetics (Boring Book) Players Sarah : Pyra : I - Mostly you'll hear the frequent insane ramblings of me. And the occasional screwed grammar, as well. Mel - My bestest friend. We've been friends since we were about 3 years old, when we used to taunt other neighbourhood children together. We are both hideously evil. Sarah E : Sar - The quintessential girl next-door/good girl. She's my other bestest friend. She finds things like scooters and hot dogs and the word 'ignorance' hilarious. She's a sick puppy. :) Tanya : Tan - Me and Tan used to constantly fight over control of Sarah, as Sarah was once quite controllable. She's an Internerd, but of course, and is much smarter than me when it comes to codes and stuff. I taught her how to place an image on her page tho, so there! *thpppt* Gen - Gen is my cousin, hence I am Cuzzie. That makes me ultra cool of course. She could kick my ass in a millisecond tho, so that also makes her slightly frightening. I could never call her Genny. Calling her Genny would result in the breaking of my other wrist. Or some other more horrible fate. *Shudders* Brad - Brad is my brother. He's a dick. And right now he's really bitchy cos he's trying to quit smoking, but he's on the patch. But I love him anyway. yay Brad. This site best viewed in IE, with perhaps a larger resolution [1024 x 768, for instance], and a side of fries. Chill, serve and enjoy! mini-cam: Archive, Skippy --> Exhausted. *Falls onto the floor in an unmoving heap* I fell asleep in math today.. we were learning some inconsequential thing like the equation for circles.. I don't s'pose I'll ever need it for when I become rich and famous tho, so by tomorrow, I'll have forgotten it. I did some research the other day too, and discovered, hey! My family *IS* crazy! I also discovered that the above link, to which you'll find a story, is part of the famous tale of the Black Donnelly's. (Which I saw on A&E, so now of course, I feel special and oh-so better than you. Really. Is your family full of murderous semi-retarded fiends..?) Although, it must have been a terrible thing to live through -- the crime is wholly horrific. My grandfather actually told me last night tho, that the book got it wrong. (Just follow the above link to know what I'm talking about.) Apparently it was Jonathan "Johnny" Sovereign, and he ran off with a native lady and killed his wife after she turned him for cattle rustling. My guess is, its two seperate people. And my entire family is nuts. Wednesday, March 28, 2001 06:54 p.m. Greedy little towel-stealing compulsive kleptomanic I just realized that I stole a facecloth {Mel my acomplice, stole the second of the pair.} I also stole a pretty basket, a ridiculous amount of soap, shampoo, conditioner, some glasses, a giant packet of coffee and a whole bunch of orange pekoe tea bags. And last year I stole 4 beach towels, more soap/conditioner/shampoo/conditioner, some facecloths, a basket, a few cups, postcards, and I came thisclose to stealing the Bible, but stopped myself lest I be damned to toil under the constant supervision of Satan in the form of a diabolical Cher. At one point in '97 I stole a picture I found in a hotel room {I'll post this later if I can}, of what looked to be a drinking party. The girl on the front looked hideously stoned, and the back read, VICTORIA: THE HOTEL CLERK. And upon further expection of the hotel clerk, 'twas! Among other nameless sinful snatches, I've realized one thing: Never let me into your hotel. And be glad the television's nailed down. Monday, March 26, 2001 11:07 p.m. stupid crushlink!! argh!! Alritey -- so I get this email in my inbox saying, "SOMEONE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU!" .. now, rather than immediatley getting images of some creepy 54 year old giggling to my pictures at home in his basement as his mother lies hacked to pieces in her room, I decided to apply for the wondrous hint #1 {hence, it was that said that *hopefully*-bachelor number one had less than four letters in *hopefully*-his or her name.} But before I could get this glorious hint, I had to enter the email addresses of all my crushes. Yeah. Like I have that many. I'm not really a crush person. I can swoon, and maybe use too many adjectives to describe any particular yummy human being, but I am not one to wantonly collect pictures, make shrines, or know the email addresses to said crushes. Plus, I'm probably most likely to become a celebrity stalker. My friends are disgusted with me because I had a crush on Benicio Del Toro at one point. But enough of that. Let me get on with the story. So, I entered the email addresses of every guy I knew. You know things are really sad when those addresses include your brother, and several are your own other email addresses. You see, the more addresses I added, the more hints I got. I even added Sarah E, of course warning her first that I would have to shudder and hide if the crush turned out to be her. {I gave her a big lecture on how "I don't swing that way."} To make a long story short, I don't know.. Not at all. And its driving me crazy. Completely and wholly nuts. I only got one hint. For all that blatant email address adding. Argh. Monday, March 26, 2001 10:53 p.m. the battle versus good and evil, baby! Good Movies: Almost Famous {Kate Hudson was awesome in that movie, except that what's truly sad, every time I saw Fairuza Balk, I thought of Return to Oz.} Erin Brockovich {Julia Roberts was super good in this movie, but its not really my favourite this year} Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon {I was sobbing at the end of this one, and shifting in my seat every time the fight scenes came up. I swear to god, at one point I looked down and my hand was pathetically mimicking the karate} Gladiator {I still haven't finished this one, but so far its excellent. Joaquin Phoenix is extremely creepy.} EVIL: Wonder Boys. {Watched it last night and fell asleep twice. I s'pose it doesn't help that Michael Douglas is my secret arch-enemy.} Sunday, March 25, 2001 05:05 p.m. The Oscars I'm nearly in the middle of watching Gladiator.. good good movie. Russell Crowe is absolutely yummy. The Oscars are tonight, and I'm going to hide myself inside my room, make some nachos (by the way, surprisingly enough I can still walk after the Great Candy Orgy. Or, at least I can waddle quite becomingly.) and watch the 1,000,000,000 Academy Awards. Last year was awesome, because of course we had American Beauty, one of my FMOAT (favourite movies of all time), The Green Mile, The Talented Mr. Ripley, etcetera, etcetera. This year I think has been a little slower. Gladiator is still good, just not as a good as Beauty.. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon was kung-furiffic (I refer to it as kung-fu, even though it was probably some other martial arts form. Yes, I'm ignorant.) and Erin Brokovich was also good, except that none of them really compare with the fact that last year nearly ever movie I watched should have been nominated for an Oscar -- I mean, the movies were extremely great, rather than good, and I had a lot of trouble, as I sat on the edge of my couch, pathetically nearly convulsing at who would win, deciding on who would be the winner, or in most cases the loser. This year it seems as if the movies were chosen out of necessity rather than because they were truly magnificent. Alas, I've been sadly spoiled. Note: I've just reread the above passage, and realized, I've gotten all in a tither over a 2000 long hour program filled mostly with over-long acceptance speeches and people who dress so well their boring. I need a Movie Anonymous group. Sunday, March 25, 2001 04:56 p.m. Candy Tally for Friday Mel : Fuzzy Peaches, 4 pack Mars Bars, Package of Sour Keys, Large package of M&M peanuts, large package Sour Patch Kids Gen : Package of Skor Bites, Package of Hershey Bites, big bag of BBQ Corn Chips Sarah E : Package of Reese Peanut Butter Bites, Large package Sour Keys, 4 pack of Mars Bars Me : Big bag Old Dutch Dill Pickle Chips, Big Bag 3d Doritos {Jalopeno & Cheddar flavoured}, 4 pack of Kit Kat bars, 2 L Pepsi Tan : Big bag of Surprise Candy -- contained things like suckers, sour keys, sweet tarts, etc etc Then, besides that, we all finished off two medium pizzas, had donuts and coffee, 9 pack of chicken mcnuggets and supersize fry from McDonalds {me, mel, and sar}, and large fry {Tan and Gen} and then this morning had Croissants. I now crave carrots. Saturday, March 24, 2001 02:04 p.m. I'm full of chocolate!!! So last nite, me, Gen, Sarah, Tan & Mel rented a hotel room at the Travelodge and kept everyone there awake for most of the night. One too many Irish Toffee Coffee's if I do say so myself. And I do. I plan on remaining twelve forever, of course, and so, even tho I'm 18, and according to the evil Aunty Isabel I should be above such things, I am, {yay!} not, and will continue to have birthday parties until I die at my chosen age of 68. I'll even wear a pointed party hat. First, after assembling everyone together, we headed over to Boston Pizza where we ordered 2 pizzas: pepperoni with half cheese on one side, and ham and pineapple with half bacon double cheeseburger on the other. {BTW, bacon double cheeseburger pizza is my new god} Sigh. I'm such a heathen. Anyway, after gobbling down our pizza, annoying the other patrons, and I had received my martini glass full of ice cream/and whipped cream {which we promptly attacked, killed and ate} we drove to Walmart to cause a few riots and buy munchies. First of all, the candy aisle was packed. There were people fighting over gummi bears in the aisle, and one old lady looked ready to murder me as I reached for the last bag of 3d nachos. However, we were worse. We left with about 5 bags of junk. I'll post the candy tally later.:) But wow. We felt so sick after. I still do. .. hehe.. Making it back to el hotel, my mom ordered us to stay inside lest we get molested by the perverts at the strip club next door, or attacked by the drunken irishmen in Fienn MacCools downstairs. {Watch those leprechauns. They pack quite a punch). And of course, we never left the hotel. Except maybe to go to McDonalds and Robin's Donuts for coffee runs, and maybe for running down the streets singing 70's songs and screaming and carrying on like a group of the aforementioned drunken irish. Plus, when we were heading for Robin's Donuts, we noticed Mel's dad's van outside the bar, and 'tis likely he would kill us for being out, so, the Mission Impossible theme song in our heads, we dashed across the street (i fell in the snowbank 6 times) grabbed donuts and toffee coffee's, dashed back (with me screaming; "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! I HAVE DONUTS! SLOW DOWN!"), hid behind an giant evergreen tree, peeked around the corner to see if her father was in the van, the lights suddenly turned on, the engine started, so we made a mad run for the other side of the curb, where our door was. {Here I was screaming, "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU MEL? ARE YOU'RE LEGS MADE OF RUBBER!??!? MOVE IT!"..} Fumbling for about a minute with our key card we finally gained entrance and rushed to our room. I was so Tom Cruise. Or as much like Tom Cruise as I could possibly be. It was so fun!! And Gen gave me Bob Marley hair. It's mostly come out now, but I'll take a pic soonly to show you. And I'll add the rest of what we did later:) Saturday, March 24, 2001 01:23 p.m. All content (except otherwise indicated) copyright 2001 Sarah Sovereign. No touchy, no hurty :)