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This is kind of like the 25 things - except there are pre-decided questions and it's about you and your spouse, not just you. Come on, play along - inquiring minds want to know! ;-) Just copy this post into your own notes & change the answers! Stolen from moo22setolover ♥ What are your middle names? ♥ How long have you been together? ♥ How long did you know each other before you started dating? ♥ Who asked who out? ♥ How old are each of you? ♥ Whose siblings do/ did you see the most? ♥ Do you have any children together? ♥ What about pets? ♥ Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple? ♥ Did you go to the same school? ♥ Are you from the same home town? ♥ Who is the smartest? ♥ Who is the most sensitive? ♥ Where do you eat out most as a couple? ♥ Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple? ♥ Who has the worst temper? ♥ Who does the cooking? ♥ Who is more social? ♥Who is the neat Freak? ♥ Who is the more stubborn? ♥ Who hogs the bed? ♥ Who wakes up earlier? ♥ Where was your first date? ♥ Who has the bigger family? ♥ Do you get steaks often? ♥ How do you spend the holidays? ♥ Who is more jealous? ♥ How long did it take to get serious? ♥ Who does/ did the laundry? ♥ Who’s better with the computer? ♥ Who drives when you are together? ♥ Who loves the other one more? |
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And am very tired. How can sitting for 4-5 hours make you tired? It's not like it requires any effort. Also, I saw this place advertising naughty novelties and bakery, which made me wonder if the bakery was also naughty and/or why those things should be sold together. There was a slight murmer of confusion at this on the bus full of college kids, so I know I'm not alone. Then, when we passed the actual building, it claimed to have adult toys, mags, bakery, and langerie. I realize that items 1,2, and 4 are made for adults, but I thought baked goods were for everyone....but I suppose if you really wanted adult baked goods you could make them....perhaps it's best not to think about it... |
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I'm decended from this person and Louis XV. I thought she was just a random servant, but now that I know she was an official mistress... |
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Do any of you know a AIM user MismatchedCoho or a crushedcoho or an Eric Strauhm? Please tell me if you do and if you gave him my AIM. I won't be upset or anything, I just need to make sure this isn't something I need to be worried about. |
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Yeah, break time! 'Cept I have to study for my chem test next Wed. Oh well. I'm back home now. I saw Watchmen yesterday, which was pretty good, except I think it'd be better in comic book form, so it's going on my list. Also, my back started hurting as soon as I got on the bus yesterday, hurt for the whole 4.5 hours, got better the hour I was at home eating, and decided to act up during the movie. Then there was the fact that the movie was bloody and Matt's sqeemish. I was nervous that he might faint. Also, watching sex scenes with boyfriend is awkward. I firmly believe that the one really didn't need to be that long or graphic; would've make my experience more comforable, but whatever. Still pretty good. In other movie news, I watched Cruel Intentions last week. I thought it'd be better. I didn't like that it started with a heroin that was like "no sex" and then the main character boy was like "you would if you loved me, girl I just met" to which she responded "you're totally right." Boy did decide that it was wrong, which I thought was good character development, and girl goes to leave. Boy stops her and claims to be in love with her. They have sex. And I was like good job being a strong female character. And if boy really was in love with girl, he shouldn't have slept with her when he knew it was against her magazine manifesto. I don't really think "it's romantic to give up on your morals if you're in love with someone you've known for a week" is a good message to send to impressionable teens. I've been inspired to write more since I discovered this writing club at school. There's only a few of us, but we read and edit each other's works. I haven't submitted anything for review, but it's still fun. We also do writing prompts, and my paranoid Waldo (from Where's Waldo, someone else picked my character) was met with general approval. Been motivated to actually make headway on that novel I started in middle school (it's changed since then, don't worry). Not a lot of headway, but some. Blarg, I should think about cleaning my room, as it's used for storage while I'm away. Also need to get a prom dress sometime this week. Yay for dating younger people, I guess.
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http://news.aol.com/article/peta-ad-supe I'd say I loved you, if only you'd stop killing domestic animals rather than allow them to be the property of a human. (domestic=cannot survive without human interference/assistance -Dr. Kenoyer paraphrase) |
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So, I'm done with assignments this semester. Except a German letter for my final, but it's part of the final (we do it at home, but part of the final's grade). Only have one lecture in each of my classes left. Gotta reapply for my German floor, though, but it shouldn't take too long. Then finals Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, then I'm done! I should probably apply for field school over bread. If I get to go, I'd study Mayan ruins for the month of June. Also, I may get to substitute para in ISD 622 this break. I need to apply, but apparently they always need people. I should probably study. And I'm hungry, but my community dinner isn't until 6. And we have to listen to a speaker before we eat.... alas. |
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Obama won. He has 324 electoral vote according to aol.com. Don't blame me if I'm wrong, it's what the internet tells me, and what the guy celebrating down the hall indicates. And the car horn. |
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I went to my grandma's funeral today. She died last Tuesday, but I didn't want to bring it up at grad parties. I now am down to one grandpa total. It's really suprising that my dad's parents went first, since they were both only 69. My mom's dad is almost 86 and waiting to die since he misses my grandma so much, but he seems very healthy. In other news, I think I saw a Buddhist monk getting the mail today. In the middle of Maplewood. Also, I found out that Matt's phone is roaming when he's a Tamahawk, so it costs him 50 cents/minute to talk. Stupid boy scouts, with their camp...in Wisconsin. And Wisconsin, with its school that's awesome and sucky at the same time. Stupid 5 hour car rides. But I get to live on a lake, so it's okay. I also am living alone in a dorm, so come visit, bring a sleeping bag ('cause I'll totally be allowed and have time to entertain). I wish I had something cooler to say. |
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So, Mewtwo is the greatest Pokemon character ever. I've been ranting about this all day. He comes in in the first movie like *angst I'm a clone* but then he realizes that being a clone doesn't matter and it's all about how he spents his life. Then he comes in in his sequal and is like *angst I'm a clone.* His first angst was more angry, though. His second was more depressed. Actually, at the begining of "Strikes Back," he's more pondering angsty, then changes to genocidal angsty. In "Returns" it's definately depressed angst. I feel like looking for Mewtwo fanfiction or something, but I'm rather apprehensive. Fanfic writers are pervs. And now I wonder, is Boba Fett angsty because he's a clone. I apologize for spelling or mixing him and Jengo up, but I'm pretty sure Boba's the clone. Does he even know he's a clone. 'Cause Jengo referred to him as son, and he's unaltered, so he develops like a normal human....Are the clone troopers/storm troopers angsty? I think their lack of will kinda takes away the angst. But Boba on the other hand... you never know. |
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So, I just got kicked out of my friend's house because her sister was tired. Well, that was a half hour ago. I've showered and ranted to my mom since then. Ok, no more pretenses. I got kicked out of Jamila's house. All keeping the name a secret would do is make those who don't know her paranoid. The rest of you, I'm sure, know my plight. So, Elizabeth, Melissa, Tierney, and I were over. Jamila's sister comes in to inform us that she's tired and wants to go to bed, clearly implying we should quiet down. Jamila was a bit rude to her, but with her constant interuption and intrusion into Mila's social affairs, I understand. Actually, thinking about it, Sarah didn't want us to be quiet, she asked when we were to leave. Jamila's sister comes back about three minutes later, saying that Mila's mom needs to talk to her. Mila initially refuses, on the basis that all her mom's going to say is to be quiet, but Sarah says that she didn't talk to their mom and it's about something else. I think Jamila must've said something about us quieting down, because Sarah replied with something to the effect of "it doesn't matter if they're quiet or not." This was said in a way that made it clear that we weren't welcome. Jamila actually said that Sarah had made us feel unwelcome. Jamila comes back a couple of minutes later. She had a look on her face that I figured was just fatigue, but now I know it was the daze of disbelief and injustice. She walks over to the bed and sits down. We finish our thread of conversation, and she finally says, "Guys, you have to go." And we did. Clearly, this was because of her little sister. This kind of stuff has been happening since I was in the fourth grade a.k.a. since I've known Jamila. We're always getting into trouble because Sarah feels left out, or wants us to be somewhere else, or whatever. How does Sarah expect Jamila's friends to like her if she does junk like this? I'll admit that I have asked my brother and his friends to quiet down on occasion, but I've never made them leave because I was tired at 11 on a Saturday night. It's generally only if my brother has his friend Eric over, who frequently stays for multiple nights in a row and whom I've know since he was born.
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So, today I learned that ball pits are dangerous and unhygenic. From a bullitin on myspace. 'Cause I'm that awesome. By the way, I'm worse at myspace than I am at livejournal. Also, I got a facebook a week ago. Another thing to ignore. Yeah, this is my last Saturday of being a minor. I'm not ready to be 18. |
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I took a nap today. It's been a tiring week. So much homework. I'm gonna be on TV tonight. KSTP at 11. With the band. I don't expect anyone to watch. Pep band was cancelled. So, you should all look at the Wolter family coat of arms. It's a black unicorn with a yellow main. I don't think I've used the correct main. I'm tired, I can't think. Yeah, that's right. A unicorn. A black unicorn. 'Cause we're awesome like that. Said unicorn can take you down. Seriously. Most vicious unicorn I've ever seen. Like, it fused with a lion or something. I'm took lazy to, like, give you a link so... |
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So, school starts tomorrow. I'm not ready to be a senior. Need to choose a college. I haven't come up with a good plan to get to all my classes yet...heh. I feel kinda bad about being all communist revolutiony in the last post. The owner of the cheese curd place is nice, and I don't really want him to die in a revolution. It isn't really unbridled capitalism. It's more like when a kid's parent says "Okay, Johnny, go place nice with the other children" ('cause no one speaks properly enough to say nicely) and then proceeds to turn his/her back and become engrossed in a conversation. Little Susy then ends up crying with a scraped knee and Johnny's parent then says "Don't do it again or you'll be in trouble." So, of course, ten minutes later Susy is crying again and little Johnny's parent simply says "boys will be boys" and leaves it at that. Yeah, it's that kinda capitalism. By the way, 'boys will be boys' is code for 'my kid's a sociopath and I'm not gonna bother to fix it.' Yeah, once, a few years ago, my dad's friend was over with his wife and stepkids. Both are boys and older than be, one by one year, the other by about 3or 4. We found a toad. The elder grabs the toad, runs to the bonfire, and throws it in. My dad clearly believed that it wasn't his place to repremand the kid, and expected his friend to do it. But no, sociopath's mom and stepdad just said "boys will be boys." Yesterday, I got some clothes at Target, 'cause I'm awesome like that. Today I got a $100 bonus at work (that's not way I feel bad for the revolution thing, I was feeling bad last week. I just had a bad day.) It's alway fun to be handed an envelope with money in it.
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So, yeah, my life. As of last Thursday, I'm done babysitting. I'm currently working at the State Fair at the Mouth Trap cheese curd booth (the one in the food building). Yeah, it wreaks of unbridled capitalism. One guy kept criticizing me, and Holly a little, for filling the boats too full. "The goal isn't to sink the boat." The guy was a little older than us, and I think he must have been a relative of the owner or something (for he wreaked of nepotism). So, he had to go somewhere, so he had this girl come over to our table to work with us. Clearly, she was there too make sure we weren't "sinking the boats" (that line still bothers me). And then she told us to put a little more on. Yeah, that guy bugs me. People pay $5 for this tiny thing of cheese curds; I couldn't physically fill it enough to make that a fair price. The owner only works these 12 days per year, and makes enough to live quite comfortably. I'm sure Adam Smith never meant for this to happen, but I'll still blame him. Stupid capitalism. Oh well, only four more days. I'm sure I'll survive without starting a communist revolution. 'Cause the only communism is Marxism, and we have a few disagreements. In other news, I have a urinary tract infection. And since the anti-biotic I'm on (along with all anti-biotics) kills bacteria indecriminantly, I'll probably get a yeast infection by the end of my treatment. yay. I'm kinda sick of people giving me college advice. Even if it's just a small comment. I value the opinions of my friends, but I'll do what I will do. I don't care if people think a college is below me, if I choose to enroll there then I will. My education is mine to make what I want of it. Even if I decide that being a fry cook at McDonald's would be best for me, I want people to not be disappointed. I'll follow my path and do what I think is right for me, what makes me happy. I know that I'll be able to get a good education where ever I go, because I'll make sure of it. I don't care if the core curriculum is weak or that it's a party school or whatever else is wrong, because, in the end, the professors have studied their fields. State universities hire researchers, and they're required to teach. Even if they aren't like high school teachers, they know what their talking about. My life will be what I make it, based on what I feel is important. We may not always agree on the right road to take, but I want to know that there will be someone there, even if I follow a different path than what was expected. I want to know that, even if I become a crazy extremist, that someone will remain my friend. That, even if I follow a path that you don't, you'll still support me. That, in the end, when I turn out not really to be a communist, people will still like talking to me. (I hope you all realize that I'm not truly a communist, and that all of you have had communist-free conversations with me ^-^). I'm just feeling a bit stressed and slightly pressured. I just need a break from thinking. On a lighter note, The Pureblood Antics of Lucius Malfoy is an awesome series you all should check out. Random collections of funny one-shots. They're on fanfiction.net and their by Dutchess of Inkling, I believe. They star Lucius and Severus, and 80% if the time I don't think they're paired together, but that other 20% is extremely suspicious. I doesn't actually matter though. There's no real plot. Lupin's also in quite a bit. Okay, the series isn't like super special awesome, but it cheers me up.
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We're not that coordinated. My post "Dark Lord Showdown" was the first post of the Rantathon. So, let the Rantathon begin. |
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Who would win in a battle between the three dark lords, Voldemort, Sideous, or Sauron? I think in hand-to-hand combat it may be Voldemort. He has a larger range of attacks. However, the Ring does allow one to become invisible, but then again Vold can probably do that too. Yet, one shouldn't doubt the powers of the force. Hmmm....I'm still going with Voldemort. However, if they got to use their armies, Voldy would be crushed. I don't care how many powerful Death Eating wizards you have, they can only Avada so many orcs before an Uruk-hai sneaks up behind them and slits their throats. Then it's between Sideous and Sauron. Sauron does have Saruman, who is a powerful non-death eating wizard, but Sideous has Vadar, and Ani p'owns at life. Except for the whole betraying everyone thing. Hmm... I think due to guns and Lord Vadar, this one will have to go to Sideous. Going with creating mass chaos and conquest, Sauron would have to take it, one the basis of the long term. Voldemort created a lot of chaos and did conquer the wizarding world quite quickly, however, his empire fell with him. Sideous' take over was very drawn out with planning, and then happened in about a week. He kept his empire for about 20 years, but then it was destroyed after he died. Sauron, however, had his empire, which lost a lot of power, but endured for centuries after his defeat. The Ring also created some low-key chaos while he was inactive. Sideous does gain points for being a part of an order that was thought to be extinct for millenia, but he himself wasn't as far-reaching as Sauron. Overall, Sideous would win, because he can just blow up the planet with his Death Star. Yup, that's how it would go. Yay for the dark side amusing me so. |
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It's 9:56 and Zach still isn't here. Also, I now suck at the flute. My tone is dead. Stupid month and a half off. I'm sleepy... |
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