Oh no! Tomorrow is the last day in August. We will never see this August again! And then? 17 days til my birthday! I know vaguely or rather, non specifically what my brother's getting me and I know what Rich is getting me. (or i think i know) (or he thinks he knows what I want...but i want something else) (not a very good hint is it?) (come on you can do it! make me proud, september is a sapphire birthstone...) anywho, luckily for me I love the color blue. I left my Poisonwood Bible in the car, don't ask! We finally saw Finding Nemo yesterday. It was ok. I'm upset at the no singing rule. I mean even Shrek had singing. ooh shrek two coming out next year. la la la, lalala, la la la, lalala (that's the little tune Fiona hums as she kills a mother bird and takes its eggs). But i was laughing over the scene in Nemo where the other fish grabs the little squid, and screams "whoa! saved you from the edge!" and she squirts out "oh no! you made me ink!" hahaha. it's much funnier done in children's voices. Children!! Loll-i-pops! It doesn't compare to my chitty chitty bang bang. I think they wanted to call that car something dirty but they had to bleep it out and just say "chitty chitty bang bang". we love you. I have three songs from chicago, 'we both reached for the gun', 'when you're good to mama', 'cell block tango'. Chill out, they're all paid for. geez. ok gotta run out in the sun owt!

Buh-bye
Me

I am struggling with writing, not due to any writer's block or such, though I would have to be a true writer to have writer's block. I can't really describe this scribble as writing, but ya know. It's basically due to the fall-is-here feeling that makes me ansy, expectant and somewhat opposed to the fact that school is beginning again. geez! I can't seem to sit my butt down to jot down a few short stories for practice. I get to the beginning of things and then my characters leave me out of it and I'm left with an intro and no further story! Insane. I wrote that "nursery jive" and now I don't care nor do I have a clue what's going to happen. I started writing about single life, or rather the wish of being single, but it's fictitious, pretentious and downright silly. I have not deleted it. It's hard to kill your child, even if it's a monster. All i want is a few "short shorts" (short stories that don't exceed a few thousand words or so, or something like that) (not short pants). Looking at the word "short" i've realized that I've never really seen it before. It looks as if it's spelled wrong or something. Man even the words are turning on me. Well the only solution to that is to read! I'm reading the Poisonwood Bible. I forget if i've mentioned this already. Any way. I (or Rich rather) just looked more into the Bowling for Columbine documentary and we've found out that a lot of it is doctored. But i guess what isn't right? We want to persuade you into a thinking this way and how else but in editing? For example, any reality tv show, any courtroom for that matter, they want to portray the side that makes the audience feel either sympathetic or angered or some feeling besides indifference. you want them involved and you can skew their thinking by how you present the facts. Watch it anyway because it certainly affected me and you can have that experience too. Enough for today! Not in a joking mood!

Me

Haha I was laughing over the Jessica Simpson comment. It's true. Yeah I was shocked at how fast the summer went by. Damn these MTEL people! I still have not received my scores yet. And yet I'm scared to get them. How long does it take to grade a simple scantron and a few essays? "Scores will be mailed 34-36 days after the test". Heaven help us! I will be posting a few pictures of my kitty-bitty, Soot. Or as my Aunt says "scot". Or my mother "soothe". Hello? I think she finally got it right, except she still can't say it correctly, what with the accent and all. I'm not even first generation, though my brother is. It comes out more like the way it's spelled rather than "sut". She should say it more like how you would say "to wear" in tagalog. haha except one syllable! Rich always makes fun of our incessant doubling of words, escpecially names. Jing-jing, ching-ching, che-che, jan-jan. hmm I just looked on google for more examples and I think I found a place where they sell their daughters to foreigners, especially americans. well that just ruined my appetite. gotta go, my "husband" is calling. he likes to be referred to as "master". Maybe I shouldn't have responded to the first letter I received...

Me.

Sorry guys, our internet has been down due to a thunderstorm we had on Friday. It's only been up since yesterday. Hey Mick you better get reading. Check out my previous blogs for notes on Ethan Frome. Somewhere in July. haha. I just saw the dvd for LOTR the Two Towers and I must say it made me ansy for the third one to come on. This is the rumors I've heard...in december, two weeks before the last one comes out, they will run the first two with additional, never before seen footage! Like Pippins and Merry's time at Treebeard's home, and interaction between Faramir and Boromir, before Boromir sets out on his quest for the fellowship. These were all things in the book that they had to delete or we'd have a four hour long movie. Tonight's the night for Mars everyone so remember to go check it out. oops. 5:51 AM i guess we missed it. haha. darn it. Try it anyway, you should be able to see it. Idiot!!

I haven't even written anything, although there is something I sort of conjured up but it's neither finished nor really begun. I still have to set up all the characters. I'll post it on the Chronicles. Click on "the chronicles". Another site is my pics site. I will try to post some pics today so that you all can see it. Hope ya like it! Click this. Okay that's it for now. Gotta work!

Me.

Yes that episode was funny. Rich and I were laughing at how she looked at Nick with those lovely, dull eyes and asked "Was that stupid?" What is it like to go through life asking people if what you did or said was stupid or not? It's humid and hot here in NE. I heard report of thunderstorms tonight. Oops Mick, I had forgotten to check the button on the order prints page so that it would be sent to you. Oh well. Dun worry abou it. Ooh I wonder how the weather is in Brazil. They're the southern Hem, right? Isn't it supposed to be winter over there? I remember a friend of mine went to Argentina for the summer and told me that she actually got to go skiing because of the snow. Isn't that just funny? Oh hey, I'm sure you all have had forwards upon forwards about this, but just in case you haven't on August 26-26 look up at the night sky and you'll see Mars. Here this was taken from space.com:

"By late August 2003, when it[Mars] will be about 191 million miles closer, the reddish point of light in our night sky will appear more than six times larger and shine some 85 times brighter than it appears now.

At 5:51 a.m. EDT on Aug. 27, 2003, Mars will be within 34,646,418 miles (55,758,006 kilometers) of Earth. This will be the closest that Mars has come to our planet in nearly 60,000 years."


Hope you guys get to see it! Okay see y'all later. I'll post more from Robert on the other blog. tata
Me

I just saw Chicago and I liked it. The songs were good and catchy, the movie a bit funny, sad and fast moving. I also suggest The Hours, that's great. I am waiting around for 4:30 so I can catch the Newlyweds Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey. I heard there's a funny part where she doesn't know if Chicken of the Sea is tuna or chicken...haha. They were eating tuna sandwiches. hmm i wonder what it is. Okee I gotta run. I got my car's battery changed today. Not really my car though... ya know how it is. Ok see y'all later.

Me

I've just seen Bowling for Columbine and I must say it is a good documentary because it gives you an issue and tries to unravel its causes but really comes to no specific reason as to why it occurs, but gives you many pieces of the puzzle. It would be beating a dead horse to tell you all to rent it, but rent it. It's sarcastic and witty and does teach you something. Did you know that in England 65 people in the last year died by a gun, while in Australia only 63, and in Japan 39, but in the U.S.? 11,000+. Amazing. What's even more amazing that in Canada's 10 million pop, 7 million own guns but only 100+ people were shot and killed with a gun in the last year. Funny huh? You can't really say that it's our violent history when looking back on European and Asian history there has been so much bloodshed and wars caused by the imperialist system. You can't say it's poverty because Canada has a higher unemployment rate than the U.S., maybe the violent images on t.v. and movies? well more violent video games are manufactured in Japan and Asia than here, and they see the same amount of movies, mostly the gory stuff, when they interviewed teens. Then what? I dunno. A lot of fear was discussed and that's definitely something I've seen. Well think it over, night night.
Me

I rented Chicago and Bowling for Columbine. Didn't get a chance to see them yet though. I haven't written anything decent in a while. Some gobbledegook that I'm sure when I read it again will look as though a 5 year old may have written it. I'll post up more Robert stuff on the Mulberry Street blog but I haven't progressed in that one. I will have to force myself to sit down and type tomorrow. Today I'm just too tired. I haven't finished the Stephen King book yet and already I'm itching to read the Poisonwood Bible. Hope it's good, it's an Oprah book club book too, but that doesn't mean anything because she chose She's Come Undone and I had to read that for a psych class and it was terrible. Lifetime movie-esque. I just saw Stir of Echoes, with Kevin Bacon. Don't. It's not worth it. There were some scary parts but the rest were eh.

I think I will go and make some chocolate chip cookies. Too bad I threw out the bag, now I'll have to conjure up the recipe outta my butt. Okay I'll post something for Mulberry Street. More Robert stuff. Hope y'all like it.

Me

Hey all! Went to Plimoth Plantation today and took pictures. I've made up a quick webpage for you all to see it. No pictures of me and Rich of course, gotta keep that undercover. Click Here for Pictures! Hope you like it.

Me...will type more later, or tomorrow.

I'm a little tired. Rich and I didn't get to bed til late last night and I got up early this morning because a cat came and bounced on top of me and gave me an ear full of meowing. I don't know, i think it's when she gets up from sleeping to find us still in bed that she thinks we have to be woken up too. Bugle like. If I've gone in the morning and Rich is still asleep she'll bound right on top of him and caterwaul. But if one of us is up and is in the room she'll let the other sleep in peace. She probably just likes to know that somone is there and available for attention. If she were to post an ad in the newspaper she'd probably write:" i need someone who can give me attention when I need it and leave me alone when I don't. " This would probably summarize it all, clearly and concisely. I'm reading Stephen King's Everything's Eventual 14 Dark Tales and I have only 5 more stories to go. So far it's pretty good. The scariest, for me, being "1408" which I read last night at 1 in the morning and even though Rich was up working on the computer I still got creeped. It didn't help that when I finally had to shift away, with my back to him, he decides to leap on me to get a book on the book shelf. I almost wet my pants. Stephen and I haven't spoken in a while. I kept it up a little into college but was tempted off by college books full of inspiring writing and the likes. (many of them award winners) however when I decided that writing was something I wanted to look into truly I scanned the shelves and found his book On Writing which was awesomely written, very down to earth, very honest, very well written. I must confess though that while reading it I thought I could read a fiction book as well and have lost it to "underneath the bed monsters" meaning somewhere in that little space beneath the bed it's laying waiting patiently for me to finish it. But I will when i remember. My cat has just asked me for purrins, which reminds that she needs a new bear. I gotta go. And my zucchinis have some kind of mold on them so i gotta look into that. If any of you have suggestions please let me know.

Me

The other day my favorite aunt who also happens to be my godmother sent me a thick package through airmail. Coming from one country to another it was inevitable that its outward appearance be as it was. Meaning it was battered, bent, ripped and handled by some greasy hands. However, the permanent ink stayed true and bore the beacon of my address proudly. I love packages.

Inside, wrapped in a plastic casing were reprints of old, old pictures of my great-grandparents and grandparents. She knew I had a longing to see how they looked like, to know what their stories were, and to connect with them in a tangible way. Although I had grown up in the loving arms of both my grandfather and grandmother (from my mother’s side) I was taken away when I was four to join my mother in this country and even then they were old. The next time and last time I saw my grandmother I was five years older and my grandfather had passed away. I was too young to sit and listen to tales. Too many years had passed between us, and although I was her favorite grandchild, we were strangers.

Now as I write this, it has been two years since my grandmother has passed away and I look upon their young, smiling faces in regret. I have not heard their stories first hand, but through my godmother, who hands them to me eagerly because it is her hope that their story will be told. I have my doubts whether or not I will do a good job, or even a decent telling, but I will write what I can, write what I know, tell what has touched me and hopefully do it all before the next generation goes away without having known themselves.

there's this little chant we used to sing in tagalog for the rock/paper/scissor game called jack and poi.
Jack and Poi/
ahala hala hoy/
sino ma talo/
siyang unngo

you have to sing this singsong-y with the first, second, and last lines all rhyming.
the last two lines translate to "whoever is the loser is a monkey". So i've sung this around the house and taught some to my Richiepoo and now he sings in a high pitched voice "ahala hala hoy/ sinoseferatu shanonguy" it's so cute and funny. gotta go he's coming. ahh

Wow, blackouts in NY, where my family resides. I called yesterday to see how they were and Mike told me that they were fine, aside from the heat. The parents had gone (or going to go) to work, as usual and everyone was just as usual. Luckily Joe left on Wednesday or else he would have been stuck, most likely. I tried calling this morning but all cellphones were off and i'm not sure if they have land-lines for there phones, although the answering machine did work... I however did not leave a message. Well til later. I'll keep you posted
Me

Some more dealings and underhandedness in part of school and other things. Ugh! Why can't they just tell me exactly what I need. As if no one has ever done this before! Well have they??? It's quite annoying. Now I must put myself out of the way in order to get clear answers and such...if I didn't have Rich it would be so easy to just sit back and accept it; what is occurring now and also the consequences, but he needs to get to the bottom of things...heehee. And so I will also get to the bottom of things. He and I go well together. He's "uber" patient whilst I am not (well with him and certain members of my family I am impatient). He's not lazy, when he has his mind on something he does it, whilst I like to procrastinate, to come up with excuses, to find any means of distraction. He on the other hand is not so, even if he is off the horse he gets back on. I am easily discouraged in certain things, but don't get me wrong, I have my stubborn streak too and will back it up fiercely. Oh by the way Mick, thanks for f-ing up my birthday gift to you. Freak. Now what? The Debut? A trip to never never land? A goddamn Foxwoods CD? ugh! Ooh I will be going to Plimoth Plantation soon!! Perhaps pictures of my trip! How dare you take my $17.50 gift!! Oh yeah and it is Plimoth Plantation! so there. Rich doesn't seem to keen on going though. He lists the following reasons:
1. Sun
2. It's just us two, so maybe the inhabitants wont feel up to putting on a show for just two people
3. It might be as fun as going to the planet-arium(or the MFA, one of my own faves) (meaning not fun at all)
4. Driving to an unknown area, and horror of horrors! on the highway!!
5. Sun

haha. But I cried, and I begged for you to love me love me, say that you love me. Fool me fool me, go one and fool me. Ahem and now to Plimoth Plantation. A trip planned for the end of the month, buwahaha. Well I must go and get some Chinese food. "I like girls who where Abercrombie and Fitch, Chinese food makes me sick...lalalalala for the summer, for the summer"
Ooh and don't forget to read my Mulberry Street Chronicles. you'll find a link at the left hand side at the top of the page. Left hand, wut wut.

Me...toodles

"Klar found that when one or both parents are left-handed, the odds are that 20% of their children will be left-handed. (For example, if a couple has five children, chances are that one will be left-handed.) Two right-handed parents produce left-handed children about 8% of the time." this is from an article on this website (press here) This is strange because both our parents are right handed and Mike and I are both left-handed. However they define "handedness" more than just by what we write with. (I personally write with a pen). And it comes from Mom's side of the family because I have heard that a large number of our cousin on that side is left-handed and my grandfather, who was whipped into writing with the right, was originally a lefty, preferring to do tasks with his left hand. Continuing the article Klar favors genetics but other doctors do not, which goes against what I just wrote above. I happen to believe it is genetics, but here's more from the article: "In contrast to Klar's theory is one proposed by psychologist Dr. Stanley Coren of the University of British Columbia in Vancouver, Canada. Coren is the author of The Left-Hander Syndrome. He hypothesizes that all people are naturally right-handed, but due to a type of brain trauma that occurs in the womb or at birth, some people become left-handed.

The Geschwind-Behan-Galaburda (GBG) Theory of Left-Handedness, first proposed in 1987, also downplays the role of genetics. The GBG Theory proposes that certain chemical variations and hormonal changes in the womb at the time the brain is developing may lead to left-handedness. The effects of these changes may help explain why dyslexia, immune disorders, and language disorders are most prevalent in left-handers. "

Haha, I do think I have a weak form of dyslexia. I can't to this day, write "public" without wondering which letter starts it "p" or "b" and the same with "d"s. It is not only for reading but for the usage of language.

"The word "sinister" is almost verbatim the latin word for left-handed. (Dexter meant right-handed.) Through religious antipathy to the left hand, the modern meanings of these words as "evil" and "able" became more common. This has the amusing result of illuminating the meaning of the word ambidextrous -- "right handed on both sides." Even other languages suffered from this -- the word left is from an old saxon word "lyft," meaning worthless. In French, left is "gauche," also meaning clumsy."

I've been reading, I just finished Bombay Time by Thrity Umrigar. It is one of the best books I've read in a long time. I haven't been writing in two days but I finally realized what happens to Robert and it just came to me today. It must have all went down yesterday and last night while I hungrily devoured my book. I want to know how many people are right-handed compared to left-handed people who read my blogs. I think it may be 75/25 (I count myself as one) so with me and Mick being lefties there is only Soo who is right handed, unless there's people out there who don't speak up (i can't count you, you know, unless you squeak up). P.S. please inform the female parental unit that I have received the lovely donation for my health and etc. that she sends every full cycle of the moon. I, going back to the previous topic, would have to admit that I am ambidextrous though my writing hand is my left, but! with the computer and typing I am ambidextrous, relying upon both hand to write. I must admit that my brilliance and artistic flair stems from my lefthandedness. Studies show this. I will post an article to prove my point at another time, for now I must return to conjuring up secret societies and unknown worlds with pen and paper and of course my imagination. Signing off
Me

Oh gosh mick, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have posted it, now it's totally out of stock. damn! what to do? maybe they'll have a new shipment? I shoulda ordered it without asking you! man o man. cruddy. Ok, I'll wait and see if they have new stock coming in. Man what a cruddy deal, can you imagine how many people have that bag? haha.. ok see ya later. just comment me

Hey Mick here are two messenger bags to pick from. I especially like the military look from Old Navy. Here and Here

woohoo! Blogger's back baby. I finally got to publish all the ones I didn't get to publish yesterday, and yes Mick I can see the picture of the cat on the log that you put up. (I hope that's what you meant for me to see when I talked to you.) Oh and ask Isa if her mom got the package that I sent her last week! Take pics! Don't forget...!

I just want to say that there will probably be just a few more stories for the Mulberry Street Chronicles (short stories) because I am working on a full length short story and not a short short like the ones I've been posting. My full realization of the chronicles is to give you all a tidbit of what occurs in different households and blossom out into full novels per household. Except it will be different genres. For example, the funny old lady will just be novel, total fiction blase blah. The couple short will be more of a real time memoir (my own genre). The little girl would be a horror/psychological thriller. There will be one of all poetry called poetry of a house. The one I'm writing now is subtitled "Robert" but it's still all on Mulberry Street; part of the chronicles. This one is a fantasy. The next one I'm going to post, probably a sci-fi. Hope y'all like it. Okee I'm heading out. See you all soon.

Me

yeah my posts wont publish so I don't even know why i'm typing this up! Yeah I missed the repeat of the special cheerleaders, i'm sad that I missed it. I think I have pretty good aim too Mick. Remember playland and the shooting games. I was good at those. But I dunno, I haven't had practice. I was good at archery too, but that was gym class, standing 20 feet away from it so...but whatever, I liked to imagine I was a female Robin Hood. Like that's Robin with a "y". haha. I just recently saw how my page looked on another computer and the colors are ew! I can't believe it. If it looks yellow rather than a mellow canteloupe then you're missing out. Maybe I'll fix it some time. I dunno. Here's an article on introverts... here. It's about a book written about introverts. Here are a few quotable paragraphs: " The first chapter has sections on different relationship pairings (introvert male with extrovert female, introvert female with extrovert male, introvert with introvert). These are insightful and, frankly, would have saved me some grief had I read them a number of years ago. The author gives specific tips for improving communication and understanding in each situation.

The chapter on parenting gives tips on identifying introverted children and coping with them. This will be more useful for an extroverted parent, who perhaps doesn't understand why sitting quietly and reading has such a strong appeal. The chapter also has tips for introverted parents with extroverted kids, who need a little more outward show than the parents are perhaps used to giving.

A section on socializing and small talk is in this section, but such things have been covered more extensively in books on overcoming shyness.

Introverts and extroverts often rub up against one another in the workplace. In the last chapter in this section, the author raises a number of issues and suggests ways to cope with them. For example, introverts tend to immerse themselves in a particular project, and like to work without interruption for extended periods. Intrusions disrupt concentration, and regaining it takes time and energy. Extroverts enjoy the occasional interruption, because it gives them an energizing break and avoids monotony. Both sides expect the other to feel the same way, so extroverts interrupt others with quick questions (which annoys the introvert), and introverts try to avoid interrupting others (which makes extroverts see introverts as aloof). The chapter also discusses participation in meetings, giving presentations, and just dealing with people who "interface" differently. " But you'll have to read more if you want to see.

"People say that what we're all seeking is a meaning of life. I don't think that's what we're really seeking. I think that what we're really seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances within our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive."

--Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth

I've spent some time writing and it's good because it's practice. Just write, write write. I move from one story to another, the charaters totally different people in my mind, doing different things, experiencing different things. The only similarity is that they all live on the same street. It's like any block. Something draws you all to live together on that block, perhaps economics, perhaps lifestyle, perhaps backgrounds, but everyone does something else in their homes. Not everyone is cooking or playing or talking to Aunt Thelma on the phone.

Imagine this:
You're sitting in a room in your house and looking out the window. There is a faint breeze, rustling the leaves together. Now imagine this: Outside on a tree branch a leaf is blown to and fro by the wind. On this leaf's underside, a yellow-green caterpillar is clinging with all its tiny legs to every groove of the leaf, holding on for dear life as it is rocketed back and forth. And it's chilly in the shadow of the tree with the wind whistling in his ears. Tears are leaking from the corner of the caterpillar's eyes as he squeezes them shut against the cold wind. He is trying to make his way slowly to the top of the leaf where it is warmer and the wind wont buffet him around so much, but as he inches slowly, willing his little feet to move one at a time, a particularly strong gust knocks his last eight feet from the leaf and he is left affixed to the leaf only by his first few feet. Dangling he realizes that his weight has somehow attracted gravity like a magnet and he knows that soon his remaining legs will give in and he will fall to the rocks below. With the thought of his doom so close at hand he peers at the leaf he is clinging to and sees a tiny aromatic piece by his mouth that he had not noticed. It's scent attracts him and by instinct and he takes a nibble, loosening his hold on the leaf. As he falls to his death he is relishing the succulent juices of the leaf and dies a happy caterpillar. For a caterpillar picture click here.

Well I hope that you enjoyed that.

that's strange, it wont publish the link...let's try that again. mulberry street chronicles

oh hey here's a link to my new blog site. It's just for writing my stories in! Enjoy it! Be goof. I meant that "f" but I also meant Be good.
This new site will begin with stories relating to things that occur on Mulberry Street but it might be splashed with a few outside stories. Those will have a seperate title so you can discern between the two.

Me

god! they say that writers are a dime a dozen, and I have been told that I am only worth half of their time, or was it that I was worthless? I dunno. Favorite songs? On Broadway. Dust in the Wind. Breakfast at Tiffany's, but only because of my brother. Worth less of their time than some person who cannot even write a good line. Not once! And I have dozens! But for lack of a plot? Of course it is just really a strange series of events. Really not even strange, just a series of happenings down Mulberry Street. Oh but it's more poetry is it? It can't just be can it? Well maybe the plot's coming! Maybe the plot is a miniscule part of this work. God forbid that you weren't born with another view of life besides something that pushes the story. Just read it and sit back, nothing has to happen...even in life, is there a set path? I must find that quote that I like so much. Something about no matter how much we are directed into a path, the things that occur never turn out as we planned.

for some reason blogger is acting nutty. I tried to delete some posts and ended up publishing them three times in a row. Also, I tried to change my colors around on my template but although I could see it, it wont come up! Ah! I'll have to try again another day! Okee that's it for now. It's raining outside...humid as heck. The cars are whizzing along on the wet road. My cat's fur is soft and pliable in this humid weather, not greasy, just fluffed. Rich is still asleep. I guess no biking today. We went two days ago and were caught in a downpour. It was eerie because there was no one around us and we didn't bother with maps and for some reason that scary area that we tried to avoid was suddenly very close. We were soaked from head to foot and blinded by the rain. We turned here and there and found ourselves faced with that area that is not to be named! It was as if it were calling to us, pulling us into its depths. We finally pulled out our maps but to our dismay they too got a good soaking so we just struggled forth and finally found our way home. But it was a harrowing experience. Well I am a very busy person at the moment so maybe I'll write again later on tomorrow or Sunday. But for now I have to run!

Me

hem hem one more month and then school again. It seems that all my inner hatred of school as a child has suddenly did a(n) 180, perhaps a helsinki syndrome, to the point where I will be in school forever. It seems that my path is pointing me to become a teacher. haha It's a strange world. I'm still writing so I will not turn into some pathetic, bitter teacher who will only grow old to hate her students as the years separate their ages more and more. I will be famous. I've known this since I was a child and the only thing stopping me is me. I have not received word yet of my scores for the MTELs but I don't fret over it. Now I have my soobee scanning in pictures so I can send them over to the familia. I hope to get my fruit soon too. Oh wont everyone be surprised! haha

I'll tell how delicious they are when I get them ta ta for now.
Ciao!, as my Aunt says.
Me

Hey Mick, great list. I especially liked the provolone mention...i told you so! Witch. I found the cheerleader mention funny too, I can just imagine. Oh me lucky charms! And why didn't I get any ghetto shorts! Daymn! You guys were there for several days! Maybe I'd appreciate thin "bitch" shorts! ooh yeah, watch out Boston. haha kids are funny creatures and I'm sorry to hear that the pinball winning genes weren't passed over to you. Luckily for me...I'm great at pinball. One day when I happen to stumble upon a pinball match in some dark alley I will able to come out in one piece, but I sure do feel badly for you little bro. Yep yep. It's nice to have a computer double as a tv. Rich is using his comp to watch some wacky documentary on the Roman Empire and sex. hmm. Now we're watching South Park, did you know that by putting food in the place where it usually comes out you'll end up pooing from your mouth? haha. Night night folks.

Me
mwaa

Oh they are against me, it's karma that Kelley has not left yet. mmm Kelley. hahahaha She will leave today and I sure do hate her. One day I will write about her. Probably my ninth book. Writing is the best payback for anyone who has ever screwed you. The good thing is that I don't even have to use my imagination to make her look bad. She just is. I have finally found my nemesis. Just like that movie, Unbreakable. haha terrible!
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This is the day in which the wicked witch will finally be dead...metaphorically speaking of course. She will only be out of my house for a few months, hopefully maybe more than just a few months. Perhaps some man will take pity on her and decide to string her along for the holidays and then dismiss her in a year or so, so that I will not have to endure her presence for a while...Today is a brand new day! I will think happy thoughts from now on! Happy! I am also planning to pray because there is a power that is strong in prayer. I am shamefully admitting to you all today that I have dismissed prayer as something that would only take up my time but I will do it! Everything seems so fresh and new, though outside it is overcast and gray. There is a stickiness in the air that makes it hard to breathe, but I feel great!
Til later, and I wont impose upon you any of my beliefs because you must find your way, hopefully this entry will plant a seed.

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ugh! problems of some sort are occurring with blogs and such...anyhoo I can't believe my brother has a little admirer...haha that's just too funny. I am slowly thinking of writing some such thing or other, hopefully it will be good enough for some sort of merit in the eyes of the world. I just need to lash myself to a seat and begin. However, I am not good with typing on the computer. Not the act of typing itself, but rather just the impersonal feel to it all. I must hie me to a store and purchase paper and pen, or pencil and begin this journey of spinning tales. I hope everyone will enjoy it. How old am I now? I will be a year older in September or rather 1 will be added to my current age and my ultimate goal is to be published in the coming year. It will be the year of the monkey, my year, this coming 2004 and hopefully that is a sign that it really will be my year. I need to devour as much books as I can and hopefully gain some knowledge in writing that will help me out. This year has already been filled with books, 30?40? or maybe more. I just need the inspiration! The muse, the urge? I get tiny glimpses and inklings but not enough for anything. But I will do it!! I say it again, I will do it! Now to bed, for tomorrow is a new day. Night night y'all and take care,

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Hello all! I am finally back from New York and I had a great time! I saw my Aunt and cousin whom I haven't seen in years and it was good to see them all. What a wonderful few days it was. We laughed until we cried and then laughed some more. I always have a good time in NY no matter what but this time was just more memorable just because there were so many of us in the house and someone was always cracking a joke or just there to talk to. No one is pretentious, no one is sour and glum and if they are they don't involve any one who isn't interested, and everyone is contented and real. I have a few pictures and soon will have it up online which I will post here when I have a chance...perhaps today or tomorrow. It looks as if it will rain today, very gray and cold. Rich tells me that it's been colder and colder in the mornings, which I actually like because I don't like waking up sticky and drenched in sweat because of the heat. It's good to be back in Massachusetts to my soobee oobee, though I had such a great time in NY that it seems I was only there a day. My cat seems over her no-talking policy concerning my absence. Actually she was very sweet when I came home yesterday. Maybe she has finally realized that I will always come back to her no matter how long I'm gone, or maybe now she just doesn't give a damn. haha She's less coddled nowadays but still as much loved as ever. She woke me several times last night by walking on me asking for pettins. Cute! And she woke me up this mornin for purrings on her favorite bear, which Rich and I are thinking of replacing. I hope it wont be such a heartbreak for her. Bear was such a crucial part of her development. Bear is like her 2nd mama...my other pets...my fish are fine, although my poor blue one seems to have lost all the weight he has recently gained, my Rich is fine and last night he seemed content to cook along with me and eat steak. He hugged me all day yesterday, i guess he missed me a lot. What a baby. haha I missed him too. I am going to begin my summer writing. I hope Kelley will go away soon. Why is that for years we complained about the stink rising off of Jake's litterbox and just because Kelley mentions something now does Linda do something about it? See what I mean? It's a strange relationship that she has to tiptoe around Kelley. Is it in fear of her outlash? She is never "real" when that other one is around. I wonder if she drives safely too, and doesn't jump for her cellphone everytime it rings. If they both died together at the same time that would be fitting. Maybe she just feels that she needs to make Kelley see how "nice" things are now after she ran Kelley off to florida when she turned 18. There's a lot of history and psychology I don't understand in the situation but both can go to the devil for all I care.
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