wow evan is making us listen to some song...by a former beatle...i am going to jump out the window!for more reason than one...brandon's parents are upstairs fucking and we can HEAR them! uuugh. they are 60 and 50. this is disturbing. there goes my eye! *twitch twitch* THE POTATO MUST RUN AWAY!

eauh..anduin did not make it...two to go...made him promise he had to wait for me to be there when i reached 900. yay.i look awful but what do you expect. band in 32, and my mother is no where in sight to drive me. life would be so much easier if she would let people pick me up. or let me drive. or something. she said i could get a job as a game tester *raises eyebrow* hmmm. i would like that. but this is random and odd of her.where the fuck is she! bleargh.i am working on a novel. i want to get it published maybe, when i am done. i have an editor *s* and it is going well so far. harum...i am going to change...a million times...i have worn these fishnets already...but who cares...they do not smell...i can wear them again.argh. i am annoyed. i am not in a good mood today, nothing good has happened. the potato is cranky. meeeuh.i wonder what will happen if lindsay dies.my year in review, it will be massive, and posted tonight.

i hate people.which, i remind you, is why i am a dinosaur. roar.there was a pretty hispanic boy at the movie. he had big brown eyes, perfect hair and skin. he was a pre-teen, and i wished for him that he'd do well in life, he looked so pure.where is my woman! i am worried.things i noticed about LOTR...*the men in the movie hug each other all the time*most of the men in the audience were couples*it would be fun to go to this and be completely obnoxious. screaming things like "WOO!" "OH MY GOD!" "HAHAHA! *SNORT*" and of course, "LIAR! *PROBE!*" mwaha.*you never know when it ends, so you think you are safe when you run and spend 20 seconds in the bathroom. but you get back and it ends. only 2 minutes longer...*there are too many harry potter lookalike children, and they want to kill you*no one understands about The Potato and the confused lesbian and the Fatwah and the Amirness...infidels!!*there is no one making out in the theater*in the movie, it takes a LONG time for people to die. ("AH! I'VE BEEN SHOT! BUT I LIVE! AH! I'VE BEEN SHOT *AGAIN!* BUT I'M STILL GOING! ARGH! A THIRD TIME! HARK, I AM STILL KICKING! AND I WILL CONTINUE TO LIVE...FOR TEN MORE MINUTES...I AM INVINCIBLE...HAHA...LOOK I'M DYING. LOOK I'M STILL DYING! WOOHOO...I CAN STILL TALK...AND USE CORNY LINES! AND LOOK SEXY! OH NO, ACK, I'M DEAD! NO...REALLY...I'M DEAD!")buff is right, you should never slash LOTR. *shiver* the horror...some things should just remain as they are. i mean...i found PPG slash once...it's a fucking cartoon...dammit...i write slash, yes, but i have EVIDENCE of a relationship. must you see the photos?! HA. they are MINE. bwahaha.uhm. this mint is sticky and gross.i get my ratties THURSDAY! we are getting them, saving them, from doom as a feeder rat! hurrah! i am getting my babies...my kids...my ratties. *dances*wow i'm bored. i try not to think about lindsey but it's hard...oh boy roofus is here.You gossip 'Roofus...where are the beans.'fun is on the way.

the movie was suprisingly good! attention all pathetic little fangirls! you CANNOT have legolas (orlando bloom), aragorn (viggo mortensen) OR boromir (sean bean) *CAPO BEANS.*, because they are ALL in my closet, duct taped to chairs. alongside them are several other characters, including boy george, james "munky" shaffer, mike, and trent reznor, along with several others. so if you THINK you own them you are WRONG. they are MINE. in MY closet...visiting hours are from 5-7 on weekdays, closed weekends and holidays, thank you come again.there were no D&D addicts, lots of harry potter children *shiver*. in front of us were a group of british men. one resembled the hitch in my head. one resembled the real hitch. i'm still disappointed. why. whyyy.i'm inspired to finish my fanfiction, even though i hate everyone, because they have all ripped me off, with no due credit. i PAVED the way for most of those fucking cheapos...i was the first author to tackle a whole story on head and munky's friendship, and later on, yes, i did slash them. but there was no sex...until all the fucking whores PREASSURED me and told me i could do so well...so i wrote it...they took advantage of the doors i opened and never looked back, never tossed me a thank you card or 2 cents of recognition. they went from fans to conquerors, now people look up to them, when they are all like me, and it is so frustrating i want to scream and kill things. (for broken: 'die die die you bastards where's my guitar!')i thought about lindsey today. a lot. we used to be friends, really good friends. now she is dying and i am alive, and we're so different, but we're the exact same person. i am savoring every drop of life i get because someone i once cared about, and still do, is fighting for her life thanks to some fucking SUV. i found a picture of korn with SUV's and it made me cry. it isn't fair...she's so young..she's only 14. she first got pregnant in 8th grade, she's had 2 abortions last i heard. she's going to a different school, i haven't seen her in almost a year. but even after i stopped being invited to her birthday parties, we talked, we joked, we kept a little tiny speck of friendship, and if she were healthy and we ran in to each other it would be nice.the pool water was green and it smelled like sun tan lotion. we listened to cd's of now-forgotten pop musicians, on the floor of her room, some people sitting on beds with magazines. we walked to the pool and i got pebbles in between my toes. she was tall, she was well-developed, and only 11 then. she was dating a 10th grader. it was inevitable i suppose. but for things to end like this...if i ever for any reason lose all purpose to go on, i will do it for lindsey.i am not a christian, but i am still going to pray, just not to the christian god. please...whatever you are...hope, wish, pray...something...for a little girl who wandered off the path of life long ago...she only needs love. understanding. and she may never get it again. if she dies...i will have lost someone who was once close to me, and dear to me. we used to tease her behind her back sometimes. we were jealous. she was Grown Up and we were Not. i regret that now.things could be so different...for lindsey. i will tend her grave, if she is to die, i will weep for her.she was once my friend.

white flint is a mall which wishes it was interesting, but is not. and it appears we are going there today to see lord of the rings. goody. this is boring and cruel to me, and not only because i do not anticipate sitting in a dark theater surronded by D&D addicts decked out in tunics and chastity belts, but white flint is insanely close to mike, yet i am being dragged there by my family instead. joy.THE POTATO knows what you did last summer, and will not be thrwarted by endy's efforts to confuse it by saying "potatoe" which is INCORRECT, SIR! *PROBE*my parents are feeling bad about how they've been, i think. they are going to buy me a nice warm coat. i liked my mommy's when i wore it to the labryinth with mike so she is getting me one. harum...why don't hospitals have websites?! they should for EVERY reason! in this email-and-aim based world, it would be SO much more convienient!no dialing and ringing phones! just an IM!NormalHousewife: MY CHILD JUST FELL DOWN THE STAIRS AND IS ALSO DIAGNOSED WITH LEPORSY, LUPIS, CANCER AND A RARE SKIN CONDITION!! AND HE LISPS!!!DeGraffMemorialHospital: We'll be right there, ma'am.NormalHousewife: AND I'M NOT SATISFIED WITH MY JOB AND MY HUSBAND IS A LOUSY COOK AND I'M SO SICK OF MY LIFE I WANT TO DIE!!hmmm...i see the problem.nevermind then. but they should still have maps. easy navigation! no more running about in frenzied panic and making friends with walls...doors...orderlies.ew. my acid-guitar-pick stomach is not taking to this cheesey coating on my pasta very well. uuurrrgh.i changed one of my user pics...see if you get it...it's priceless.AMIR.i have almost beaten alice. kiss my...foot.quote of the day: "but miss keen! arturo has a dangerous...comb!" -blossom, the PPGoh yeah.