tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559992011-04-21T22:44:57.036-04:00Idle DreamsPennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.comBlogger1281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1104530865819927482004-12-31T17:07:00.000-05:002004-12-31T17:07:45.820-05:00http://images.dailykos.com/images/user/3/phelps_large.gif
This made me want to fricking cry. WHY are some people so full of hate? Just looking at it again makes me shudder. And they have the, the audacity to call themselves a church. I thought God loved everyone. I guess I was wrong. Ugh. I DON'T GET IT. What on earth did homosexuals, or Swedes, for that matter, do to this group of people? What Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1104391351071795412004-12-30T02:22:00.000-05:002004-12-30T02:22:31.070-05:00Ok, you guys have convinced me. I guess I'll keep updating here.
Well, it's almost a new year. I've been thinking, and looking back on my year.
Most of the early months I don't remember much, and what I write is dependant on the quality and quantity of my blog entries.
January
Highs: Um. January was a long time ago. And I made two posts. I don't quite recall very much. Let's just skip Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1104277748513999052004-12-28T18:49:00.000-05:002004-12-28T18:49:08.513-05:00This is dumb. No one reads this, and I have other places to write. If you'd like me to continue to post here, leave me a comment. Please, don't comment if you don't really care. If no comments, I'm hereby dropping this journal.Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1103773585410038082004-12-22T22:46:00.000-05:002004-12-22T22:46:25.410-05:00I just thought I'd match up the good and bad points of Blogger, Xanga, and LJ. - = don't have feature, 0 = have it but it sucks, x=they have it and it's decent, X=they have it and it's good.
..................................xanga.....blogger.....LJ
Managing friends:..............0...........-.........X
Spellcheck:......................-...........X.........x
User pics:.......................Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1103595079133485842004-12-20T21:11:00.000-05:002004-12-20T21:11:19.133-05:00Whoohoo! Braces off today! My teeth feel really really smooth, and kind of slimy. I'm not a big fan of the permanant retainers, because they really rather shred up my tounge--or at least they do now, hopefully I'll get used to it soon. But, I know I'd lose the other kind, so I guess I'll have to deal. I might post some pictures later if I can get hold of a digital camera.
And ARGH I hate people Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1103153119298451892004-12-15T18:25:00.000-05:002004-12-15T18:25:19.296-05:00Whoo hoo for smart funny people, eh? Nothing makes me happier than reading funny things that actually make sense and are all satirical.Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1102716709207074402004-12-10T17:11:00.000-05:002004-12-13T09:14:46.810-05:00Because I'm lame like whoa:
Lyrics meme: I shuffle my playlist and write out lyrics from the first twenty songs I hear. You guys guess what they are. (Some of these are probably going to be darn near impossible...) No cheating!! If they aren't all guessed in a week, I'll post the answers.
1) Gravity / no escaping / gravity / gravity / no escaping / not for free
2) So you go and you stand on Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1102516714445569962004-12-08T09:37:00.000-05:002004-12-08T09:38:34.446-05:00If ever there was a good cause.... Please guys, go here and help out if you can.
I'm listening to: DashCon, Bright LightsPennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1102378715837780172004-12-06T19:15:00.000-05:002004-12-06T19:18:35.836-05:00LOOK!!! LOOK!!! LOOK!!!!!!!!
penni im sorry for being mad at you, i know you were trying to help me, youre so caring about everyone, i wasnt mad at you i was mad at my parents for not believing me but i couldnt rightfully yell at them and because you started the ball rolling i guess i just took it all out on you and you didnt deserve it and im happy that you are feeling better, i am somewhat Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1102378438375214402004-12-05T15:11:00.000-05:002004-12-06T19:14:56.976-05:00Looking at the bright side of things, (Hee! Just as I typed that the sun came out like you would not believe! now the room is literally much brighter!) one good thing about all this suckiness is that I've realized who my true friends were. Not that I'm not friends with anyone I used to care about--I still have the same friends--I've just been able to better define their roles in my life. ____, Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1102378202848762322004-12-04T16:56:00.000-05:002004-12-06T19:11:10.180-05:00You know what? I don't care. He can hate me. Whatever. If he doesn't realize I did the right thing and showed I was a good friend and a person who cared a lot, his loss.
(I lie. I do care. I wish he didn't hate me. But I can't do anything to control his emotions, so all I can do is be there for him and try not to freak out)Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1102186020805664072004-12-04T13:34:00.000-05:002004-12-04T13:53:15.613-05:00I was talking with him online last night, and sigh. He's really mad. And, I said something like I only did what I did out of concern for you, and he responded with "Well, that doesn't excuse the fact that you did it". I don't think what I did needs excusing. Apparently, things got messed up with his parents, and I'm sorry about that. I'm sorry for any unpleasant side effects my actions had. I Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1102185183795215922004-12-03T19:48:00.000-05:002004-12-04T13:33:45.666-05:00Three entries in one day. Geez. But I've got to write, because I don't feel comfortable talking to people because of confidentiality and whatnot and I don't want to screw things up anymore. I was at a christmas parade for band, and I was kneeling down putting my (fricking ghetto, parts literally falling off) clarinet together. He was nearby and he swung his instrument up to his shoulder. He came Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1102185093656909622004-12-03T16:01:00.000-05:002004-12-04T13:31:33.656-05:00Huh. He (see previous entry) isn't talking to me. Not at all. He walked over to me a couple times and looked like he was about to say something, but didn't. He read the note, I know he did, because I saw him reading it, but I don't know what's going on in his head. I still don't even know if he really WAS thinking about suicide or not. I tried to talk to him, I was like "Hey, do you want to go Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1102184909890451142004-12-03T09:32:00.000-05:002004-12-04T13:28:29.890-05:00There's a guy I'm friends with who goes to my school. He keeps a xanga, and he'd written things on it recently like "i just want to die and i don't have a reason to be happy" and "i'm so f***ing depressed" and "i hope i don't start self-mutilation this time". I freaked out. I was scared, just plain scared. I didn't know if he was seriously thinking about suicide or hurting himself or whatever, Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1101921033372834312004-12-01T12:10:00.000-05:002004-12-01T12:10:33.373-05:00Why is it that my dad only talks to me when something's wrong or when he needs information about something? The total of everything he said to me yesterday was sorry I'm late, get any essays back, what time do I need to pick you up, and yelling at me for something dumb I did, and telling me to clean my room. And, when we're alone in a car for over an hour, that just doesn't cut it. He didn't ask Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1101678790781848002004-11-28T16:53:00.000-05:002004-11-28T16:53:10.780-05:00There's this guy I know. He goes to our school. He's a wonderful person, just all around great. However, I've had a sneaking suspicion that he's gay for awhile. Anyway, someone just told me that last year he was beaten up on a regular basis because some other people thought he was gay too. I just don't understand how people can be blatantly CRUEL like that, especially to people as smart and Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1101516680283886412004-11-26T19:51:00.000-05:002004-11-28T17:37:08.946-05:00Messing with comments...unfortunately I screwed it up and can't find the delete code in my html, so be careful what you write because there's no getting rid of it. I changed because I wanted emails when someone commented.Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1101490335743014322004-11-26T12:32:00.000-05:002004-11-26T12:32:15.743-05:00I ate so much yesterday! Go me! And, I'm hungry again! Maybe I can start gaining some of that weight back! I really think I'm slowly-slowly-spiraling out of my depression. Some days are giant steps backwards, but I've had quite a few little steps forward in the last few days. And that's such a freaking relief. I'm not meant to be unhappy, I don't think. I'm generally such a happy person that thisPennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1101402293288597082004-11-25T13:04:00.000-05:002004-11-25T12:17:33.163-05:00It's Thanksgiving today. I'm thankful for:
No school
Snow
People who listen to me whine
Songs I like coming on the radio
Being alive
UL!
My pretty house
Hot baths
My mom
Long periods of uninterupted computer time
My free hour
And it's really pathetic how long it took me to think of that list. Sigh. Well, at least I did...Oh! Thought! Last year, when I was a lot happier, I made a list called Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1101343305250589662004-11-24T19:41:00.000-05:002004-11-25T11:36:15.666-05:00 SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW!! NO MORE GREY NOVEMBER!!
Anyway, I went to the doctor's today. Amoung other things, he told me that I should try getting on some kind of Prozac-y drug. That was scary. I don't think I'm ready for that. for a while) I think that taking anti-depressants are some kind of admission that I can't get out of this on my own, and I don't want to make that admission.Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1101250910907525072004-11-23T18:01:00.000-05:002004-11-23T18:46:52.350-05:00Man I post a lot. And long posts too, a lot of the time. And now I've got a free hour, so I'll probably be posting even more (Because, you know, it's infinitely more fun than doing what I ought to be doing--my homework, usually). Anyway, I wrote this during my second hour, but the computer freaked out and it didn't post properly. Yesterday, I had a good day, as I briefly mentioned. I didn't Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1101177873777184892004-11-22T21:44:00.000-05:002004-11-22T21:44:33.776-05:00It gets better and it gets worse. Today was better
I'm listening to: Nothing, actually.Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1100906796404358262004-11-19T17:56:00.000-05:002004-11-19T20:56:42.293-05:00I was really excited this morning. Today was exam day, and my first block went really well. There wasn't actually a test, we'd just had to have a short story we'd written to bring in for peer critique. My story was well-received, and, since it was my sci/fi-fantasy class, we had a Hobbit breakfast to end the term. There was lots of good foods, and funny things going on. I was laughing and smilingPennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1100823946785408632004-11-18T19:25:00.000-05:002004-11-18T19:25:46.786-05:00I had a good day today. Celebrate the small things, eh? The first day in a rather long time that nothing bad happened. Yay.
I'm listening to Innocent, by Our Lady Peace. It's a good happy song -- I remember feeling low /I remember losing hope /I remember all the feelings and the day they stopped
Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1100731125457196912004-11-17T17:38:00.000-05:002004-11-17T17:52:55.783-05:00I don't deserve my friends. They're just too freaking good for me. I've been battling depression on and off for a few weeks. I've been hiding it pretty well -- not great all the time, but most of the time no one would notice anything was wrong. I don't even want to get what's causing it, because I did that for one of my PALs teachers (They're all counselors, so she's been helping me a lot), and Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1100406652542749982004-11-13T23:30:00.000-05:002004-11-13T23:30:52.543-05:00Dude. I was just sitting at my computer and I got a bloody nose. My body is fricking falling apart.
I'm listening to: Special Needs, by Placebo. Who I oughtn't like as much as I do. But I just can't help it. Protect me from what I want, eh?Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1100054041048257772004-11-09T21:34:00.000-05:002004-11-09T21:34:01.046-05:00As I am tres lame and feel like spamming my blog today...
You Are a New School Democrat
You like partying and politics - and are likely to be young and affluent.
You're less religious, traditional, and uptight than most Democrats.
Smoking pot, homosexuality, and gambling are all okay in your book.
You prefer that the government help people take care of themselves.
What political Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1100051644997410382004-11-09T20:45:00.000-05:002004-11-09T20:54:04.996-05:00Ok, my slightly cryptic post day before yesterday was for my xanga, not for here. Here I can be slightly more personal, because all my real life friends don't read this (except Anna, but she knows anyway, so). Anyway, I broke up with my boyfriend that day. It was rough, but not as rough as it might have been had we been going out for longer. We lasted for a grand total of about five days. Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1099960221340544762004-11-08T19:30:00.000-05:002004-11-08T19:30:21.340-05:00meh. not good day, today wasn't. stupid PLAN stupid penni-not-sleeping-enough stupid other stuff.
But yay for not having much homework, and proper grammar, and semi-productive DI and other stuff that wasn't stupid!
I'm listening to: Angels, by Tea Party.Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1099776833402600292004-11-06T16:33:00.000-05:002004-11-06T16:43:21.746-05:00Over-dramatic dark poetry inspired by my hate of november, feel free to skip
Forces of Nature
leaves swirling
surrounding
smothering
go away, don’t smother me
water rippling
rushing
ruining
i need you, but you’re ruining me
sun shining
showing
searing
you think you’re loving me but love shouldn’t sear my heart
wind dancing
darting
destroying
you think you’re loving me, but you’re Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1099667282299038042004-11-05T09:57:00.000-05:002004-11-05T10:08:02.300-05:00Life is teh suck, sometimes. And it's even worse when there isn't one single thing you can point at to show what's wrong. Although some good things have happened, there seems to be a lot more bad than good. Right now I feel like crap, and I don't really know why. I mean, there are a lot of good reasons, but not any one reason. Contributing factors include the election. Yes Ashton, I'm aware you Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1099516653584181172004-11-03T15:58:00.000-05:002004-11-03T17:03:17.536-05:00Thanks America. Thanks. Thanks for voting in a man who's ignoring our civil rights (Meaning Patriot Act and Gay Marriage, and maybe abortion too). Thanks for voting for a man who's going to ruin our economy (Oh wait, he already did). Thanks for voting for a man who's taking policemen off the streets and putting guns on them. Thanks for voting for a man who's destroying whatever good feelings the Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1099351560310353822004-11-01T18:26:00.000-05:002004-11-01T18:26:00.310-05:00How can I write an essay when the question is an entire page? How can I tie all the things he wants me to talk about into one cohisive essay? I'll get you, crazy atyp teacher, if it's the last thing I do!! ARGH!!!
I'm listening to: Death Cab for Cutie, Expo '86Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1099242399903067642004-10-31T12:06:00.000-05:002004-10-31T12:06:39.903-05:00Wow, marching season is over. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself now that I don't have to go to band basically every day. I can actually come home before 9:30 on Tuesdays! It's weird though. Last year, I couldn't wait for marching season to be over. I was tired and my body hurt and I didn't want to do anything anymore. This year, I'm still tired and I still hurt, but I don't think I Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1098833117631688812004-10-26T19:25:00.000-04:002004-10-26T19:25:17.630-04:00First, thanks for the support that everyone's given me. I loff you all! I'm doing a little better. It's 7, and I've barely cried at all so far today, just a little teary-eyed. I'm really tired though. All the stress and grief is having the combined (really sucky) effect that although I'm even more tired than I usually am, I can't sleep well at all. And always when I'm tired I'm more prone to Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1098745855399458842004-10-25T19:10:00.000-04:002004-10-25T19:10:55.400-04:00God, she's deadPennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1098629160252020562004-10-24T10:34:00.000-04:002004-10-24T19:11:37.490-04:00Eric, Mike, and Pete's sister died. For those who I don't know in real life, this family is about as involved in band as it's possible to be. Mike is our drum major, a Young Democrat with me and dating one of my good friends. Pete is one of our main percussion instructors, and graduated from my school three or four years ago. Eric, the youngest and in my grade, is one of the best marchers we've Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1098407917897800272004-10-21T21:07:00.000-04:002004-10-21T21:18:37.910-04:00Twice within the last few weeks I've had the opportunity to cheat on a test. In both cases, I absolutely wouldn't have been caught. In both cases, I was being tested on something I SHOULD know, but just couldn't remember. In both cases, it would have been so easy to cheat. In both cases I would get a better grade if I cheated. In both cases, I chose not to. I was quite proud of myself. I'd never Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1097431749899072782004-10-10T13:54:00.000-04:002004-10-10T15:49:35.726-04:00My dad has not got a freaking clue. In general, I've kind of skipped over the teenage angst stage, but I didn't seem to be able to avoid the frustration at your parents part. He doesn't listen to what I say, he analyzes what he does hear, he complains about me and what I do constantly, and then he wonders why I never tell him anything. For example, we were eating dinner. I finished and went to Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1097363221230925042004-10-09T17:52:00.000-04:002004-10-10T15:48:06.886-04:00Well, nothing like failing a test to put it all in perspective. I don't know whether to laugh or cry when I think about how last year I was hoping that I'd have to struggle and work hard in some of my classes this year. Although my AP History class isn't ridiculously hard, it requires so much studying. School started on August 30 and we've had seven chapter tests since then. I've written 2 Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1096920491531772822004-10-04T15:40:00.000-04:002004-10-04T16:08:11.530-04:00On Saturday, I was at my band competition (We got first, by the way, and best general effect. I guess all the time I spend at band really does pay off, even if I whine about it a lot.). We had just finished marching when my director pulled me over. She told me my parents were in a car accident, and that they were in the hospital. There is no way anyone can possibly know how scary hearing that is Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1096587014513110612004-09-30T18:54:00.000-04:002004-10-02T12:37:15.903-04:00Well, here's one of those ridiculously teenager-y bits. Feel free to skip down to more intelligent postings. Anyway, I'm off to my first formal dance tomorrow. I'm rather looking forward to it, for all my apprehension. I think one of the reasons that I'm anticipating it is that I'm not worrying about getting a date or not having one. It's times like these that I'm really glad I have standards. I Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1096320241760671632004-09-27T17:24:00.000-04:002004-09-27T17:24:01.760-04:00ARgh...does anyone who reads this know anything about the national budget and/or national fiscal year? Like, what fiscal year are we in? I'm just having a lot of trouble with this.
I'm listening to: Dido, White Flag
Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1095900063526066982004-09-22T20:41:00.000-04:002004-09-22T20:41:03.526-04:00eheheh
I'm listening to: Follow Through, Gavin DeGrawPennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1095823409148192262004-09-21T23:23:00.000-04:002004-09-21T23:27:02.800-04:00Very high on the list of things Penni hates:
Finding out her history test is on thursday, not monday
Finding out her english teacher won't take her free homework pass for an essay she wasn't planning on writing but will now have to
Finding out she now has about five hours of homework to do on wednesday
Spending quite awhile working on an assignment for english, finishing around 11:30, and then Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1095565765059055932004-09-18T23:49:00.000-04:002004-09-18T23:49:25.060-04:00I'm working with my template. It might look odd for a few days. Bear with me, ok? And let me know what you think.Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1095257850034488722004-09-15T10:10:00.000-04:002004-09-15T18:43:44.693-04:00Why do I do these things to myself? I'm not superwoman, no matter how much I might like to be. I can't do everything, I just can't. I don't have time to so much as sit down. I'm writing this post during my sci fi/fantasy class. Why do I think that I can handle a very advanced course schedule as well as all my extra curriculars as well as eating and sleeping? I can barely fit in everything I have Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1095106284333583802004-09-13T16:03:00.000-04:002004-09-13T16:11:24.333-04:00Say you had an assignment in your English class, an assignment that involved writing a poem around aprox. 19 completely unconnected words. What might you come up with? If you're me, this is what you get (Required words in bold):
Le Morte d'Moses
There once was a man, name of Moses
With a personality that was quite corrosive
Narcissistic he was
But that was because
Of cheese he had rather large Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1095032373278818192004-09-12T19:39:00.000-04:002004-09-12T19:39:33.276-04:00AHHH!!!!
AHHHH!!!!
{what more needs to be said?}
I'm listening to: My poor scratchy voice that is very tired from the fair (Of which more will be posted about later)Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1093980599590947012004-09-05T17:59:00.000-04:002004-09-05T17:54:27.003-04:00I have six gmail invites. I just gave away like five and then I got five more. Please, someone, take them off my hands! Please! Take them and never use them again, I don't care, just please take them! Comment and ask for one and I'll love you forever!Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1093901832483876282004-08-30T15:36:00.000-04:002004-08-30T17:37:12.483-04:00School's started. It's brought a wealth of emotions with it-- happy, because I'll see my friends and I've got some fun classes, some interesting classes, and some that I hope will be both. Sad, because summer's over. I'll have to wake up at 6:20-6:30 every day, which will REALLY suck. I'm so not a morning person. Nervous because of all those little high school things, like where to sit at lunch Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1093313097722471762004-08-23T21:20:00.000-04:002004-08-23T22:04:57.723-04:00My brother has horrid taste in music. I've always known that. He likes just plain vile music. But the song I heard him listening to this evening took the cake. It was titled B#####. I'll post some of the lyrics in an edited version, because it's incredibly foul-mouthed:
[Chorus]
Yeah i'm talkin to you B#### (get up and dance b####)
Wiggle that a## B#### (yeah thats it. yeah i called you a b####)Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1093114989217485682004-08-21T14:14:00.000-04:002004-08-22T15:04:24.866-04:00I've decided that I need to learn to insult people better. It seems that when I get angry, my wonderful vocabulary just flies straight out of my head. One of my favored insults is "Stupid stupidhead", which doesn't quite do justice to the fiery inferno of my anger. Maybe if I told someone "You eat your own snot, you Ricky Martin loving self-righteous dewrag", they'd appreciate my sparkling wit. Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1092953099263652842004-08-19T16:38:00.000-04:002004-08-20T12:31:06.116-04:00I've been doing a little work with my links table. The biggest thing I did was put a fanlistings pop-up. And I joined and coded all, oh, 73 fanlistings in the past two days. Yeah, I'm a little obsessed, but it is quite fun. I also added button links to hot-r-not and fictionalley. What do you guys think? Any other suggestions? Does it look like total crap and I should revert to the way I had it Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1092622708315668512004-08-15T22:03:00.000-04:002004-08-15T22:18:40.756-04:00I'm sure that many people who see my blog saw the jibjab cartoon. If you haven't, go watch it! Wicked funny! Anyway, this cartoon was recently featured in my local paper! (See a scan here)I felt a strange thrill that, thanks to my fellow bloggers, I'd known about something before it hit the newspaper. I like being on top of the news, but it's even cooler to know about something before it becomes Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1092429701552536322004-08-13T16:38:00.000-04:002004-08-13T16:41:41.553-04:00My blog is about to hit 1000 (!!!!!!!!). Could the person who's the 1000th visitor save a picture of my counter (to the right, scroll down. If you just save image as, it should work) and send it to me, either through email or by posting the url of the uploaded image in my comments? I'd be really happy!
I'm listening to: nothing at the momentPennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1092345072843562632004-08-12T15:55:00.000-04:002004-08-12T17:11:12.843-04:00I really don't like the Live Journal posting set-up. The way posts are archived really annoys me, to be quite honest. However, I do think they got a few things right. The first and main thing is the community. With Blogger, unless you're quite popular, it's easy to feel alone in the world, like you're just one poor sad blogger, writing your thoughts just to the computer screen. With LJ, you can Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1092083365135827192004-08-09T16:11:00.000-04:002004-08-09T16:29:25.136-04:00Once again, it's been awhile. I've had a good excuse though - band camp. And please, no American Pie jokes. I've heard far too many of them.But anyway, YOU try marching from 8AM to 5PM everyday and see if you feel like blogging. To any fellow band geeks, I'm sure you know how I'm feeling. To the not-so-cool people out there, band camp is a mix of physical torture and emotion sickness (the Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1091062099006895832004-07-28T20:48:00.000-04:002004-07-28T20:48:19.006-04:00I've been trying to use the Picasa/Hello/Blogger bot thing to upload pics. I made a few more icons, and I wanted to show them off. It sucks. Yeah, blunt and to the point, that's me. For one thing, it seems to be missing some of my files, because I can't freaking find them in the photo albums Picasa so nicely set up for me. Well, that seems to be the only problem, but it is a rather large one. If Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1090980528557662682004-07-27T22:03:00.000-04:002004-07-27T22:08:48.556-04:00Don’t you hate it when you send out an email to a bunch of people, and then realize that you sent it to someone who really didn’t need to see it, like your teacher or your parents? Yeah, that’s pretty bad. I just did one of those uberlame but fun in a cheesy way surveys, and I realized that I sent it to a few people that probably shouldn’t have seen it. Wow, I hope no one takes what I wrote badlyPennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1090866949866471312004-07-26T14:27:00.000-04:002004-07-26T14:35:49.866-04:00It was my dad’s birthday yesterday, as well as my parents’ anniversary, and it was my mom’s birthday four days before. It some ways it’s very convenient for all three events to be so close by – it makes it hard to forget them. In other ways though, it’s really a nuisance, especially if you don’t have enough money for one gift, let alone two or three. I need a job. I never have any money unless I Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1090811005104098692004-07-25T23:03:00.000-04:002004-07-26T14:01:36.433-04:00Wow, I so so rock. I discovored Jasc Animation Shop on my computer. And I figured out how to use it. Yeah, I can make icons now! Whooo!!! Check out my latest pretties -- and and . Not bad for the first day I discovored the program, eh? The Squee one was my first, the otp was my second, and the I write was my third. I'm really really excited, because I've Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1090702747681147442004-07-24T16:10:00.000-04:002004-07-24T16:59:07.680-04:00Wow, it's pretty bad when I've got writer's block for my blog. Over the past few days I've thought of many brilliant things to write, but now that I actually sit down to write, I can't recall any of them, and the ones that I can remember don't seem have as cool as they did last night at 1:30. I hate it when I know I've got stuff to say, but the ideas won't come out of my head, or if the ideas arePennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1090303304029345112004-07-20T01:44:00.000-04:002004-07-20T16:47:43.636-04:00Intensely personal post ahead -- be warned!
Wow, it's been so long since I've blogged. I'm so sorry -- I've been away with limited to no computer access. So much has happened though. I don't even know where to begin. I suppose the first thing to mention was that the most recent thing I've gotten back from was a mission trip with my church. We were in the Pine Ridge Indian reservation area, whichPennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1088075045122684812004-06-24T07:01:00.000-04:002004-06-24T07:04:05.123-04:00Oh oh oh! I just got my SAT scores, from when I took the test on June 5. I got 550 on math, up about 60 points from when I took it last, and...I got...780 on verbal!!!! That's out of 800! And this is a test for college-bound juniors and seniors! Yippee! Might not be able to update often, as I'm traveling and having limited computer access.
Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1087657220930791292004-06-19T10:59:00.000-04:002004-06-19T11:00:20.930-04:00Everyone! Look at my lovely new LJ avator! Oh, I'm so happy!
I'm listening to: Nothing but my frenzied shouts of joy!Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1087235996233614262004-06-14T13:42:00.000-04:002004-06-14T13:59:56.233-04:00An interesting almost-meme: A person asks another person five questions. The asked person answers them in their journal/blog. Then, the answerer asks anyone who wants them too five questions, for that person to post in their journal/blog. Kind of lame, yeah, but fun. Comment/email if you want questions to answer from me. Here are the questions I got from Andrea.
1. what is the one thing, Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1086982472504538522004-06-11T15:30:00.000-04:002004-06-11T15:34:32.503-04:00I've started driving. It's really, really scary, and I'm sure even more scary for the people on the road/in the car with me. I drove my dad and older brother home today, and almost killed us all. I was pulling out onto a semi-busy road and forgot I needed to turn. I just kind of pulled out straight into it. Yeah. But I suppose I'll get better as I go on. I've only driven for less than three hoursPennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1086552238000371262004-06-06T16:03:00.000-04:002004-06-08T14:21:45.306-04:00Yes, yes, double-posting, but I felt the draft being reinstated merited a post. Read and pass this on. It's too important to keep quiet. And it's probably going to be mostly people I go/have gone to high school with drafted. I don't want to fight. I've thought about it, and military would be so wrong for me on so many levels. Politically, I'm against the war. It's bogus to try to get peace Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1086547290850083542004-06-06T14:41:00.000-04:002004-06-06T14:46:37.686-04:00I recently took down a good section of my old archives. There was just no need for anyone to see them. They were written poorly and about subjects no one but myself would have any interest in. They're gone now.
I took the SAT yesterday. It was the second time I'd taken it, so I knew what to expect. It wasn't horrible. I think I did really, really poorly on the math section, but I've got high Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1086294181378589672004-06-03T16:13:00.000-04:002004-06-03T16:23:57.140-04:00School's out! I'm really really happy! I love the whole feeling of going to sleep whenever I want to, because there is nothing I have to do in the morning. Of course, that won't happen for awhile, because tommarow I'm going to an early matinee of HARRY POTTER! and meeting some friends beforehand for pizza. Saturday, I have to be in a a city about fourty minutes away from my house to take the SAT Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1086021064092712762004-05-31T12:26:00.000-04:002004-05-31T12:31:04.093-04:00Guess what! I just made my first site! The first time I made a site that was completly coded by me! It's an archive site! You can see it here or scroll down in my links and click on old stuff. It's really simple, probably the simplest site to make. All I did was put in the background image from this site, along with the fixed tag that makes the text move but not the background, some links, and Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1085511289695627382004-05-25T14:51:00.000-04:002004-05-29T21:47:28.776-04:00Wow, you know you're addicted when:
Given the assignment "Spend 3-5 pages discussing your journey as a writer" (which has to be about the cheesiest assignment I've ever gotten), you spend most of the three pages discussing your blog. And then you go and blog about it. I've got it bad. I spend so much time writing on my blog, or thinking about my blog, or thinking about writing on my blog that Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1085425729378711512004-05-24T14:51:00.000-04:002004-05-24T15:08:49.376-04:00Look, look, it's an audio post! Isn't it exciting? But I do think that I like typing better. For one thing, there's no backspace when I'm speaking. I think that holds true for why I generally like email and IM and other forms of online communication. If you write something stupid, you can always just erase it, and you can read over what you've written before you send it. I always hate sounding Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1085422451760946872004-05-24T14:14:00.000-04:002004-05-24T14:14:11.760-04:00Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1086124694466887312004-05-21T17:17:00.000-04:002004-06-01T17:18:14.466-04:00So, I found this cool site that takes things you've written in an lj and makes a hiaku out of it. Some cool ones I inadvertently wrote:
hot bagels toasted
and slathered with cream cheese
ummmmmmmm soo freaking good
i've only got a
lj so i don't have to
be anonymous
i can't recommend
it highly enough but it's
not published yet
Today was the last day for the seniors at my school. I was so, so Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1085074448418685202004-05-20T13:31:00.000-04:002004-05-29T22:08:50.373-04:00Hey, this is my 100th post! Wow! I just thought that was worth mentioning. I've come a long way from where I was a few years ago. If you want to read some scarily stupid stuff, click a year or so back in my archives (which should be back up, yay!). As I'm reading, I'm thinking, "Did I really write that stuff?" I think there is a reason I have a readership now, and I maybe got one hit every few Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1084905253583530322004-05-18T14:25:00.000-04:002004-05-18T16:52:28.426-04:00Again, I spent 70 mins working with my blog instead of my homework. Gosh I'm a slacker! But what do you think? I rather like it. I think the problem I was having was I'd uploaded my images through geocities, and for whatever reason, blogger and geocities weren't getting along. Maybe because of the yahoo/google rivalry, eh? So I found a new place to upload my image, changed my fonts to match the Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1084817229994583872004-05-17T13:51:00.000-04:002004-05-17T14:07:09.993-04:00TROY
Okay, it came out on friday, it's a three hour movie, and I've seen it twice so far. It was incredible! I just loved it! And it had nothing to do with Orlando Bloom and Brad Pitt, really! Okay, so maybe a little bit (Brad Pitt especially was gorgeous! *drooool*), but it would be an awesome movie even if the actors weren't so very pretty. The trouble I had with it, and also a big part of Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1084560660081308082004-05-14T14:45:00.000-04:002004-05-14T14:51:00.083-04:00Some people (some people with too much time on their hands =D) might have noticed that my comments have been down. Hopefully, they're back now (hoping hoping hoping). What happened was I completly deleted the template for my blog and started it over. I had to completly reformat everything I'd customized, like links and font changes, etc, but I forgot to save to code for my comments. Luckily, whenPennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-108447067362803462004-05-13T13:49:00.000-04:002004-05-13T14:05:48.156-04:00Hah ha! Oh, I am so beyond good! Look at that! Penni just fixed her template! *Does the happy dance* I'm so proud! I'm sitting in the library just grinning like an idiot!
And I added another commenter to the sidebar.
This is yoinked from this site. I think it's a really good code of conduct, and I'm going to try to strive to meet it everyday, in every moment.
"Many people feel the need to Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1084317408843846642004-05-11T17:45:00.000-04:002004-05-11T19:17:46.000-04:00Blogger's changed! To my fellow bloggers: What do you think? On the preliminary, I'm in favor, but I'll have to explore a bit. Just from what I've seen in the maybe five minutes since I've logged it, it's looking great! Easy to navigate, nice new design, spiffy new features. I'm wondering though -- should I get rid of my existing comment board in favor of the blogger one? The blogger one sends mePennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1083896590099761962004-05-06T22:22:00.000-04:002004-05-06T22:27:30.293-04:00Wow, something just went very wrong with my background. I'll be fixing it soon, I hope, but not right now. Just so you know that I know, and i'll be working on it.Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1083874482077740062004-05-06T16:14:00.000-04:002004-05-06T16:19:02.013-04:00Wow, getting an email like this really brightens my day:
> Penni, you are the coolest person in the entire world....thank you.
>
> Sagar
Wow, I've got warm-n-fuzzy feelings all over now!
On a not so happy note, there's this boy at my school. I'm sure most people know or have known someone like him -- good-looking, but not all that smart or polite. Well, he just got suspended for taking a Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1083868000203788042004-05-06T14:25:00.000-04:002004-05-06T14:30:59.936-04:00Hey guys, look over to the right. Notice the shiny new updates, including a list of blog links? Yeah, special. So, what do you think? How can I improve my blog format-wise?
I'm listening to: Indigo Girls, LeavingPennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1083690861562818842004-05-04T13:13:00.000-04:002004-05-04T13:21:43.090-04:00I’m so afraid of getting Ophelia syndrome. I’m a bright, talented, decently attractive worlager (WER.layjh.er: (noun)Woman/girl/teenager). I don’t want that to change, no matter what I do. And I don’t know what I’m going to do. I know I’ve got a few years at least before I decide what I want to do with my life, or at least what I want to major in, but I’m so worried. What if I chose wrong? What Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1083543695772816022004-05-02T19:31:00.000-04:002004-05-02T20:25:50.513-04:00Yeah, another meme. What can I say? Found this one at this blog.
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the 2nd sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal.
5. Discuss the text.
Book: Tree Girl, Ben Mikaelson. Text: Even with the feeding of the pigs, Mami taught me to be kind. Discussion: Kindness is a good thing. Even if people are doing things that you Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1083466300244044572004-05-01T22:38:00.000-04:002004-05-01T22:57:50.076-04:00I was browsing blogs, as I'm wont to do, and I came across this post:
i wish people would learn to punctuate, learn the difference between there, they're, and their, learn the difference between to and too, learn how to use apostrophe's (geddit?), and learn the syntactic and semantic roles of commas.
there's a difference between the use of unstandard english (like ain't) and the announcement toPennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1083440781587554542004-05-01T15:22:00.000-04:002004-05-01T15:55:41.670-04:00Another rant on gay marriage, watch out.
I don't see why there is any controversy over this. We have freedom of religion. Maybe gayness is against Christianity (which is another debatable point, but that's a different rant) but we have freedom of religion. By saying that some people can marry and others can't, Bush is segregating US citizens and creating second-class citizens. It's just plain Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1083348249022652472004-04-30T13:50:00.000-04:002004-04-30T14:09:44.763-04:00I had a breakdown today. I don't even know where to begin, because there is no beginning. Nothing wrong, but not a whole lot is right either. I'm just kind of existing, and have been since about spring break. I've felt like this on and off all year, but it's been these last couple months when it's been the worst. I didn't want to go to school today and deal with people, my parents said I had to, Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1082597063615692172004-04-21T21:20:00.000-04:002004-04-21T21:30:13.450-04:00I'm so freaking excited! People have commented on my site! A big shout-out to Nick who commented twice! Thanks again! And now, to entice other people to comment, I'm spreading on another meme.
Hey you! Yeah, you, by the computer. You need to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1082485255202932902004-04-20T14:15:00.000-04:002004-04-20T14:24:55.373-04:00Of course, on the one day when I've got major stuff due tomorrow, I don't have a disk and so there's nothing really useful I can do. I hate the way that my life always works out like that. I was completely going to come into the library and get all my work done and be a real good dobie, but I don't have my disk, so I can't do my research project, and I can't do my bibli because I have the list ofPennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1082139078567360182004-04-16T13:58:00.000-04:002004-04-16T14:20:35.890-04:00The meme that everyone's looking at. Link it, whatever...
Considering the CD I burned awhile ago, many of the songs on it are rather angsty. However, I'm a very happy person. So why do I listen to sad music? Is it the aesthetically pleasing hook? I'm not a big believer in that, especially when it's used like, "I don't like him, he's just so pretty." Oh, that might be the music though. I'm not Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1082050715141759992004-04-15T13:37:00.000-04:002004-05-01T23:01:47.216-04:00Ahh! Major happenings today! However, they relate to a guy, so check the April 15 posting on my other blog.Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1081794089212241592004-04-12T13:25:00.000-04:002004-05-01T15:24:00.826-04:00All right, again I should be working on my research project. I'm in my free hour, and i'm feeling apathic again. It's only the first freaking day after break, and already all I want to do is go. Which reminds me of the CD I burned while I was home alone! (More on that later) It's really cool, with a completly eclectic mix of singers. A lot of what I call smooth rock, not soft, but smooth. Think Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1081481983043644582004-04-08T23:01:00.000-04:002004-04-08T23:43:26.123-04:00I come downstairs at around 10 tonight. My father's on the computer and I ask him if I can get on when he's done. He says "What do you need to do on the computer at 10 o'clock at night?" Daddy darling, you're very sweet, and oh-so naive. 10 is nothing. If you weren't here, I would have only been up for seven hours or so at 10 o'clock, and planning to stay up for about seven more. I had kind of anPennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1081365994605657832004-04-07T15:18:00.000-04:002004-04-07T15:30:15.950-04:00I'm a night person. If I had my choice, I'd be going to bed when the sun comes up. I love going to bed around 5 or 6 AM and then sleeping until 2 or 3 PM. I love going for walks before I go to bed in the early morning. I love the feeling when I'm the only one awake. I feel special and like I'm in a class of my own. It's so cool to walk down a street in a residential area and know that there's Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1081297086327823192004-04-06T20:17:00.000-04:002004-04-06T20:21:46.750-04:00Hey everybody! I made a meme! Check it out HERE!! It's really really cool!Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855999.post-1081220471004148632004-04-05T23:01:00.000-04:002004-05-08T22:49:56.606-04:00I'm Episcopalian. A while ago, we ordained a gay bishop, and there was a big brua-ha-ha about that. I recently discovored that there's a huge protest group, organized under the name 'God hates fags.' What's that point of that? For real, all they're doing is proving that they're closeminded and foul-mouthed, so why would anyone want to support them? And what about people like me, who just shudder Pennihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936290840557505631noreply@blogger.com0