Stuff from my other blog which chose to be stupid so now I'm re-publishing it here:
That was tha scariest walk home EVER! This one car stopped right behind me and I was just pretending to not care and nonchalantly keep walking. But it was freaky. And it was dark, and the shadows...it's much more fun with friends let me tell ya'. It's very odd, it seems that lots of people know who 'Gus' was...but I never told them. And people keep making perfect guesses...I wasn't that obvious was I? I hope not, I'd hate to have been obvious, totally make me seem like a stupid girl with a crush...how horrid. :: shudder :: Although I guess that's really what I was...I can't believe I'm admitting that...I sound like such a...I dunno, freakish popular cheerleading girl or something. :: blech :: Sorry, that was a bad steryotype. Except freakish popular cheerleading girls wouldn't have to worry as much about their former crush (or not so former crush) finding out cuz I'm sure it'd be a kindof ritual let's go out with the last guy that I haven't gone out with yet type of thing. And they'd have a lot less rejection fear, cuz you know, they probly have more non-rejection aura about them or something. Sorry, more bad stereotyping.


Some ponderous thoughts for the day...feel free to answer, I'd really like to know. :D

If a person with multiple personalities threatens suicide, is that considered a hostage situation?
Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?
Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavour, and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons?
Have you ever seen a toad on a toadstool?
Have you ever imagined a world with no hypothetical situations?
If cats and dogs didn't have fur would we still pet them?
Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour?

Thot this was funny...so enjoy the lovely steryotypical joke of the day. :)

A young redhead goes into the doctor's office and says that her body
hurts wherever she touches it.
"Impossible," says the doctor. "Show me."
She takes her finger and pushes her elbow and screams in agony.
She pushes her knee and screams, pushes her ankle and screams.
Everywhere she touches makes her scream.
The doctor says, "You're not really a redhead, are you?"
"No," she says, "I'm actually a blonde."
"I thought so" the doctor says. "Your finger is broken."


What would you say to me if you could talk to me? Would you come visit me if I was ever in the hospital? Would you come to my funeral? Would you visit me if I was lonely? Would you rescue me if I were dying? (Would you wear the shirt again? Hahahahahahahaha! I bet you wouldn't...neway). Well, I would do it for you, and as for what would I say? It all depends on the person...and whether I could be completely honest. Anyway, that was wierd, dunno why I wrote that. Oh well, no one reads this or answers my questions anyway (although I wish you would), so I don't have to worry. Except I wouldn't want to put you through the boredom of reading this... never mind. Hold on a sec, I've got to ward off some depressing feelings coming up...I think I got it. Happy again..for a while neway! :D I never had to CHOOSE to be happy before, you used to be hard-pressed to find someone as perfectly happy as me. But now...grrrr...but really I'm still happy, I just have to get out the stuff that I think about every once in a while.

Today I say lots of hot yellow things. Like (but not limited to)that bug remover sign and those two trucks. And I sang along to songs on the bus, luckily it was too loud for anyone to hear me. And I had a joyful day. My heart is now living in my big toe (it sunk several levels this week, but I'm still happy for some odd reason), perhaps that's why my toe hurts, the skin can't stretch fast enough to accomodate the fist-sized heart (sorry if that was a little too graphic for ya :) ). Anyway, I wanna go canoeing. I don't know why, I'd rather go dingying but that seems to be ruled out. Hmmm, I'm bored. Usual way of things, that is. Anyway, I'm gonna go find funny names on the map again now (I spent hours doing that yesterday), it was good joy, that was.