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Name : Sarah
Age : Yes, I am still 17
City : Thunder Bay, CAN
Status : I am definitely on something. Seriously. Who slipped me the hallucinagenic.. ?
Colour : Baby Blue
Zodiac : Pisces.. *Glub, glub*
Book : I'm rediscovering my Archies, still.. hehe.. am I the only one who thinks Moose was an abusive boyfriend and Jughead was in love with Archie.. ?
Movie Rental : Continuing this Back to the Future thing I've had lately, BTHF 1 & 2
Song(s) : Hold On/Sarah McLachlan, Butterfly/Crazytown, Ode To My Family/Cranberries, Drive/Incubus
Drink : White Hot Chocolate, Brownie Frappacino
Future Profession : Photojournalism (?)* I've decided I'm in love with photography.
Would Like to Be : in my grandmother's old house, leafing through old volumes by Dickens; or dancing around in her old high heel shoes, acting like the freak I am.

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02.20.01 -- *sniff sniff* .. damn.. stupid cold

Archive, Skippy -->

The new layout...

I didn't plan at first on creating a new layout, this just sorta happened after messing with tables for a few hours. I'll prolly add things or change the colours in a while [am I the only one getting sick of pink..?] Anyway, if it looks screwy, or you just want to comment on it, whatever, drop me a line, k?

BUT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT!! hehe..
Sunday, February 25, 2001 08:31 p.m.Yay!

Please excuse the mess!!

Please don't mind the screwed up tables!! I'm just fooling around with stuff right now.. everything should be back to normal in awhile. :s.. quite messy tho.. sorry!!

But I'm off to the hospital.. so I'll be back in about an hour to fix this.. next time I'll leave myself more time before changing around stuff.. hehe.. :)
Sunday, February 25, 2001 04:24 p.m.Yay!

ARGH!!!

Someone please shoot me.
I'm already getting sick of this layout.
ARGH!!!!
Sunday, February 25, 2001 04:00 p.m.Yay!

Teeny leetle Buddhaman...

I'm extremely, extremely, entirely tired. I'm keeping back yawns while I sit at my desk listening to some old 'No Doubt' CD.. I'm trying to think of nifty things to add here, but *poof* all my ideas seem to have disintegrated in my sleepy fuzziness.

I *did* have a chance to reminisce tho. I can't believe it was only under a year ago that the Silver Mist existed. I haven't mentioned it a lot, cos me and it seperated on bad terms, but it was my site before Oz, and after the hideous, grotesque, never-to-be-mentioned-again 'Kilby's World'. *gag*

I'm actually kinda proud of some of my skills on that one. I did all the design myself, and yeah, the background was your basic repeating dingbat, but my tables were quite squiffitic. [squiffitic root word being terrific]. A sad amount of shitty poetry tho, I gotta say.

But, I did dig this up too. I've been looking for it for awhile -- this single image caused quite the kafuffle when it was first made. [Look below]. Basically, its from a postcard I scanned, and then I pasted a picture of Mel's ex-boyfriend's head on it. So, everyone, meet Steve. He's a super-dork!

Look! Its Buddha with Steve's head!! Frightening!

I've been going to tons of sites today.. I found a few really reeeeally good ones that I'm guessing I'll frequent. I spend much to much time on here but, ah. In the words of Melissa: "Whatev." I've been meaning to add Robot Frank for awhile, but anyhoo, I suggest you go there.

And I wrote the Dinosaur story after cleaning the kitchen linoleum with extra-special cleaning fluids, not before.
Saturday, February 24, 2001 05:16 p.m.Yay!

Oh joyous Saturday...

So here me and Sarah are, are asses somehow mechanically attached to these uncomfortable poorly-built chairs, staring zombie-like at radiating screens and slobbering.

Ok, well, maybe Sarah's slobbering. I definitely am not.

Its already 12:02, and we were supposed to be at Gen's big cheerleading competition a half hour ago. But of course, that was prior to the giant, gargantuan dinosaur thumping down my stairs and growling at us.

What dinosaur you ask..?

His teeth were an impossible 76 feet long, his flank 1234 long, and his head so high up that he was getting horrible neck spasms by having most of his body jammed against my roof. I wondered why he didn't just break the roof, but Sarah explained to me that that would require a cosmic pull of energy that could destroy the universe, therefore annihilating life for us all, except perhaps, the cockroaches.

"Oh." I said.

Anyway, the dinosaur managed to kneel down, somehow, with his nostril .10 inches from my face. I was amazed. I was sure, had I the resources available, I could crawl into it. Then I wondered if that's what the cavemen did.

Then I wondered if there were cavemen when this dinosaur was alive.

And then I wanted some popcorn. Or some roast sabertooth tiger on a stick.

So, after staring in shock for some odd seconds, the dinosaur began to talk. Of course, we were able to understand his speech, as we had been equipped with special language translators on our recent trip to the outer planets of the the seventeenth Nebulon. During our conversation, he explained that there had been an upset in the time/space continuam of proportionate proportions, transporting him from 10999999 a.d. to the year 2001, and ultimately, to my ugly duplex.

After excusing my messy basement, me and Sarah promised to send him back to his own time. And after trying to eat my dog, he agreed.

We headed upstairs, attempting to make some assemblance of time travel plans. But as we walked towards my hideous front door, I caught sight of what looked to be a giant hairpiece. Suspicious, I began to walk slowly to the large, grotesque living room picture window. Upon looking out the window, [and seeing more hair], I noticed a strange accumulation of cds, model starship cruisers, tacos, and priceline.com products.

"A-ha!" I yelled. And looking further, my suspicions were realized.

At this moment, William Shatner broke down the door of my house.

"So.. we..meet again.." He said.

"William Shatner. So it is you." I replied.

"I..believe.. that is.. my Dinosaur.."

"You're Dinosaur?!" Sarah exclaimed.

"Priceline.com...wants to.. study him... for ... further product... placement.."

"Noooo!!" I screamed, using my kung fu skills to sprawl him on the floor. After the world had finished reverting to slow motion in order to accomodate my Matrix-style fighting antics, the Dinosaur, I, and Sarah raced out the door, dodging hordes of horrified Trekkies.

"How are we going to get the Dinosaur back to its own time before William Shatner attacks..?" asked Sarah, using her tae-bo expertise to rid herself of one particularly clinging Trekkie.

"I don't know. No! Wait! There is a way! Quick! To the lab-or-atory!"

We jumped onto the Dinosaur's back and headed down the street. We knew it was only a matter of time before William Shatner awoke and came after us, bringing Al Gore and possibly Spock with him.

Stopping beside a large, unassuming garage with a few inconspicious satellites sprouting out of the top, we dismounted and entered the secret code, letting ourselves in.

Inside, to our surprise, we found Gen, mixing chemicals with Doc and Marty.

"GEN!" we exclaimed. The Dinosaur just looked in embarrassed and awkward, understandably unaccustomed to first impressions and introductions.

"Good! You guys are here!" She said, setting down her chemicals and causing a small fire. Marty raced to put it out, and Gen explained that the entire cheerleading competition had only been a clever ruse. "We knew the Dinosaur would arrive, and needed you to get out of your repulsive house so we could bomb it, thereby hopefully sending the Dinosaur, if not back in time, then at least to oblivion. But after seeing the Dinosaur's good deeds, we have decided not to kill him, but to perhaps send him back into time."

We all said "YAY!" in unison, and Doc and Marty prepared the Valorian.

The Dinosaur finally climbed into the silver car, just as William Shatner and his trekkie fan base began banging on the door. Setting the time to a.d, Marty and the Doc climbed in, and sped off into the distance.

"Well, that's a job well done." said Sarah, as Gen set the lasers surrounding the lab-or-atory to "Stun".

Upon returning home, Sarah and I sat back down at the computers and contemplated the day.

I'm reeeeeeeally tired. But one question remains, How did Gen get lasers in which to set on stun? And how did the Dinosaur manage to fit into the Valorian?

Somewhere, off in the distance, melodramatic music sounded.

DUN DUN DUN....

Brad impersonates the Dinosaur for us

Saturday, February 24, 2001 12:01 p.m.Yay!

22 WAYS TO MAKE AN ELEVATOR RIDE MORE INTERESTING...

1.Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering, "Shut up, dammit, all of you just shut up!"

2.Whistle the first seven notes of "It's a Small World", incessantly.

3.Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside ask,"Got enough air in there?"

4. Offer name tags to everyone getting on the elevator. Wear yours upside-down.

5. Stand silent and motionless in the corner, facing the wall without getting off.

6. When arriving at your floor, grunt and strain to yank the doors open, then act embarrassed when they open by themselves.

7. Greet everyone getting on the elevator with a worm handshake and ask them to call you Admiral.

8. On the highest floor, hold the door open, and demand that it stay open until you hear the penny you dropped down the shaft go "plink" at the bottom.

9. Stare grinning at another passenger for a while, and then announce,"I've got new socks on!".

10. When at least 8 people have boarded, moan from the back,"Oh, no not now! Damn motion sickness!".

11. Meow occasionally.

12. Holler "Chutes away!" whenever the elevator descends.

13. Walk on with a cooler that says "human head" on the side.

14. Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce "You're on of THEM!" and move to the far corner of the elevator.

15. Wear a puppet on your hand and talk to the other passengers "through" it.

16. When the elevator is silent, look around and ask "is that your beeper?"

17. Say "I wonder what all these do" and push the red buttons.

18. Say "Ding!" at each floor.

19. Listen to the elevator walls with a stethoscope.

20. Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers that this is your "personal space".

21. Announce in a demonic voice "I must find a more suitable host body."

22. Wear "X-Ray Specs" and leer suggestively at other passengers.

I was simply not strong enough to resist posting this. I started laughing my ass off going through them, and if you've ever experienced the looks people give you when you start giggling maniacally at a screen, you know how embarrassing that can be. Thus, I thought you'd like a giggle and a snort too :)

BTW, I got this list from Skylight.
Friday, February 23, 2001 04:19 p.m.Yay!

Curse this Survivor fetish!!

I gotta hurry, cos of course Survivor's on in about 9 minutes and some amount of seconds. Altho, I'm not sure when I'm going to go see my Nanny tonight.. damn my addiction to Must See TV!!

I'm actually kinda looking forward to this whole sculpturing thing in Art now.. prolly partly cos I'm currently full of ideas. If I've ever had a rule in Art, its that I can't do what every one else is doing. EVER. No matter how much I want to. Last year, everyone sculpted Magic Mushrooms, so I sculpted a turtle. The year before that every one made cups out of coconut shells, I made a coconut cave. This year, everyone made drawings of hands, I made a drawing of a hand touching alien fingers. (Which reminds me; I still have to finish that one -- and I guess it really doesn't count as me being creative as much as it was really a way for me to cover up the fact that the alien digits were really the result of me drawing a majorly screwed up human hand.) But s'ok.

But I gotta go. BTW, does anyone else hate Jerri as much as I do.. ?
Thursday, February 22, 2001 07:50 p.m.Yay!

I'm horribly irresponsible...

Ack!! Sorry all you people using 800 x 600!! Me being the total weiner that I am, only just realized that the pop ups are extremely hard to see on 800 x 600 resolution. I'll try and fix this problem as soon as I can, k??

And YAY! I got out early today!!
Thursday, February 22, 2001 02:27 p.m.Yay!

Gum...

Delving deeper into the mystery of the horrible broken images; I've discovered that it does seem to be Geocities originated. While perusing Sarah's guestbook for new entries, as I frequently do, because I'm obviously her designing slave, I noticed that the cute little flower I'd placed in the right hand bottom corner of her entry box was a ...

BROKEN IMAGE!!

DO DO DO!

[said creepily and heavily like some melodramatic soap opera]

Will this be solved.. ? I just don't know. How many of you want to guess that I was sent some email from Geocities forewarning me of this pita-changing event...? But probably deleted it out of ignorance and annoyance.. ?

Alas, I should be taken out into the town square and painfully flogged. On a less flogging topic, I actually went for my second day of peer helping at Agnew Johnson Elementary School. I helped a little girl with her Grade 6 math. It was horrible. And terrible. And horrendously horrid. It was the equivalent of me explaining:

"Hi. I'm a Grade 12, seventeen year old student currently involved in a torturous math course that involves plenty of scary equations and trials of masochistic trig. But I'm sorry. I can't divide things with decimals. Its much too hard."

Poor girl. She never had a chance.

I'm also running frighteningly low on gum. I think I've got about one more pack left. Now, I've never really mentioned this before, but I'm a gum fanatic. I am Violet in Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory. I chew it in disgusting wads of spearmint or cinnamon. And I go through about 2 packs a day. I guess what would make it worse, was if I was told by doctors that I should no longer chew gum.

And I was. Ohhhh yes.. But really.. could I take the opinion of a doctor seriously..? Especially if said doctor was named Dr. Lubberdink.. ? I didn't think so. Thus, the chewing continues.. or at least until I run out, which will be soon, so ACK!

I have still have piles of bio homework left to do, and we're starting sculpturing in Art: MY MOST HATED OF ALL MEDIUMS.

Ah well. :)
Wednesday, February 21, 2001 11:40 p.m.Yay!

yay!!

Wooooo!! I see images.. do you???
Wednesday, February 21, 2001 11:07 p.m.Yay!

Whine.

hellooo m'dear

watcha up to.. ? having lots of fun watching your blasphemous temptation island, i s'pose.. hehe.. SINNER!! ok.. no, i'm just joking. had i FOX, I'm sure I would be watching young couples cheat on each other too.

*yawns* I'm tired. And no ones on. I'm bored bored bored. Blah. I have lots of homework too, but well, screw that.

I'll ttyl, k??
Love ya!!

::me::

-My latest Jezebel Postcard to Mel. Yes, I'm still working on this whole broken image kafuffle. :)
Wednesday, February 21, 2001 10:00 p.m.Yay!

Stupid Geocities..

Ok, I think I've figured out this broken image problem. Most of the images that aren't working seem to be pictures I've used from my account on Geocities.. pictures I'm linking too.. So, I'm going to upload them into my virtue.nu account, and hope these damn images work, k.. ?

Oh yes. Tanya you also get a car. :)
Wednesday, February 21, 2001 09:25 p.m.Yay!

Stupid cold that won't go away.. ARGH! ...

Am I the only one who is having trouble loading graphics on this page.. ? Ack.. it's driving me crazy. If my site for some reason or another is doing this to you also, I've found the best thing to do is to go to another page, then click "back". [Of course, this page should load in the same window ;p] By then all the images should've loaded.

I'm basically on my way to the hospital -- first I hafta make supper tho, so ugh.. Guess what?? Its something out of a can!! yay!! I wanna pick up some flowers or some adorable little plant before I head up to the sixth floor tho.. the room is almost not depressing. {uhm.. yip..pee..}

Hey, and don't think I don't expect you to sign my new and improved gbook! Just because "OZ" no longer exists, does not mean I can no longer hunt you down!!

Because I both can and will. ;p

And see?? Marsden's nice. He signed. Therefore, Marsden will get a new car in the mail three days hence. It may be 2 inches tall, but I'm sure he'll understand.
Wednesday, February 21, 2001 05:54 p.m.Yay!

What Mr. Loney put on my peer helping teacher evaluation form:

"She is queenly in all things. Bow down to her often as a sign of respect."
Tuesday, February 20, 2001 11:09 p.m.Yay!

And, meanwhile, away from the fourth planet Nebulon. . .

So do you like it? Are you thrilled? I think I love this new design. And besides the rather squiffy gradient [that's used on a million other pages but I simply couldn't resist] I have this delightful Rainbow Brite Sprite!! Yay!! Now, I'm sure you don't know it, as I'm a person who obviously ferociously guards her privacy, but I have this nearly obsessive love for Rainbow Brite. Even tho' looking back its sorta screwed, there ain't nothing like reminiscing about Starlight and Colour Crystals. When my little cuz Beth visited me a few weeks ago I rented a ton of my most favourite childhood movies. So, basically, that included, She-ra: Princess of Power, the Last Unicorn, The Muppet Babies and Rainbow Brite. Of course, she didn't know who the hell any of the people were supposed to be, and might've wondered at the excessive amount of man-tights on display, but, ah well.

Anyway, update on my Nanny: We took her to the hospital today, thus I missed the afternoon of school. Around 3:00 I went to go visit her for awhile -- she looks really really gaunt.. the nurses kept assuming that she'd lived on her own for all this time or something. So, I sat with her for about three hours while my parents went for supper. She's going to stay overnight, and she's actually looking a lot better. They rehydrated her, and I think the nurse might be wrong about her being in end stages, cos she still remembers me. They moved her up to the sixth floor, where she's in an ultra comfy bed, and has a tiny mini-tv, which only shows The Learning Channel, but s'ok.

But [big yawn] I'm exhausted, so I'm gonna head to bed [meaning i'll prolly be in bed by about 1:00 am]..
Tuesday, February 20, 2001 10:46 p.m.Yay!

 
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