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08/31/2004 Entry: "Five minute blog entry!"
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My father is really mean.
FIVE MINUTES AGO
Janice: (singing)
Dad: Is something the matter?
Janice: -_- I was singing.
Dad: Oh, I see.
Janice: That's very rude.
Dad: So did you know a very famous picture was stolen?
Janice: Scream?
Dad: :D :D :D
Janice: MRWAARGH THAT WAS LOOOOW WHAT KINDA FATHER ARE YOU *rant rant rant*
Dad: *smirk*
So I joined another fanlisting, and you can see the button up there ^ and her name is Haibara Ai and she's the eight year old holding the gun. Ain't she a cutie? ^_^
Found this parody of CoS that I wish I had found right after watching that movie. It reminds me of how much I'd like to murder Steven Kloves, but ignoring that, here's a line:
"Suddenly, from out of nowhere, there is a honking sound and the Ford Anglia returns.
RON: Yay! Good old Harrison, I knew you’d return someday!
HARRY: You named your car Harrison?
RON: Yeah, don’t you get it?"
Died. Lots of Star Wars references, particularly the point when a million voices cry out and.. yeah. :P
I have gmail invites. I have six to be precise. If you didn't know about Gmail, it's my presshus google's mailing system (like Yahoo mail but sexier) and it's wonderful. *sparkle* I currently have six invitations, so if you think you'd really use it, tell me if you want one. ^^ 1000 megabytes of space! I swear, it truly does sparkle.
Speaking of GMail, I get to see where I have the most e-mails logged in from.. and I have over 170 conversations that I categorize under Draco x Hermione. I think there's something wrong with me.
And why do people keep calling Lucius Malfoy Luscious Malfoy?
You know that I have an art final tomorrow, which is why I'm blogging. Meh on you.
I have yet to read Crime and Punishment. Jessie's read it, which makes me guilty.
So I had to give my father the online password to my bank account the other day because - well, I don't know why, but I think he was putting money in. And my password happens to be this really long phrase in Japanese. Hey, it's my cash. Gotta be careful.
Father (reading off the fax): Exactly what is this? Is this English?
Janice: A very complicated password.
Father: Why does this sound vaguely .. Jap-
Janice: Oh wouldja look at the time. Got everything, Dad? BYEEEEEEEEEE.
Father: ..
::watching Olympics closing ceremony::
Wow. Did anyone else think that the Chinese girls with the zither-ish instruments - the ones swinging their hips and bending forward with great big wide smiles - kinda looked like an advertisement for a brothel? Maybe it was the crotch level skirt of their dresses. It was vaguely terrifying.
Well, it should be interesting. I've never seen an Asian Olympics and must say that it's a scary thought. I think.
We played a game at the last Key Club officer training session - you know, someone puts a label on your back and you have to try to figure out who you are by asking other people.
<3 for Mr. Thomson. He put one on my back that he knew I'd get.
Q: "Am I a literary character?"
A: "Yes."
Q: "Am I famous?"
A: ".. Among a select kind of people."
Q: o.O "Like what?"
A: "Nerds."
Turns out that I was Frodo Baggins. :P Stacy was The Rock, btw, which she did not get .. but who would? Later, the people who didn't figure out who they were went up alone to make guesses to the masses.
Guy (Snow White): "Um, someone said I'm political and somewhat old fashioned."
Us: O.x
Mr. Thomson: "Er, so who do you guess?"
Guy: "Monica Lewinsky?"
Us: [die]
He was dead serious, too. :P
I've only met Mr. Thomson's son before, but I met his daughter too that day. And here's what everyone says about his house, and it's absolutely true: it's the house from Leave it to Beaver. (So they say, as I've never actually seen that show.) Minus the white picket fence. And of course the rest of this entry is about Mr. Thomson because I think he's the greatest, so if you didn't have him, welcome to boredom for the rest of the entry. Hey, I warned you.
His new house has a lion's head fountain in the front. Thankfully, he did not install it. My respect remains. At any rate, it's tract housing which is not my favorite thing but who cares bout me?, very pretty, very nice, and .. yeah. He has paintings and pictures everywhere, btw - he has nice taste in decoration. And really nice granite countertop kitchen. So what? :P
We knew it was his house when we got to the door. There was a baseball lying by the door very carefully labeled DANIEL. Ahahaha.
Daniel Thomson, btw, happens to be about six and is in kindergarten. And he's just ADORABLE. He came home from school and played it up.
[Daniel brings ice cream over to Mr. Thomson so that his father can open the wrapper]
Mr. Thomson: "Is this for me?"
[Daniel shakes his head very quickly]
Mr. Thomson: >.>
[Mr. Thomson unwraps the ice cream bar and proceeds to open his mouth very wide]
Daniel: O.O
He took the ice cream and RAN. What an adorable kid.
Oh, and his daughter.. I think her name is Rebecca, but my memory is a little fuzzy on hers as it wasn't imprinted on a baseball. She's in 4th grade at Saugus elementary, I think.
[Rebecca comes over, hands inside her shirt, obviously holding something]
Janice: Oh, hi! What do you got there?
Rebecca: MY HAMSTER!
[Rebecca proceeds to pull out a hamster - live and quivering - from her shirt]
Janice: O.O
Stacy: OMG HOW CYUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE LOVE LOVE SMOOCH CAN I HOLD?
Rebecca: Sureee!
[Stacy cuddles the hamster]
Janice: Wow, it's not biting.
Rebecca: He's a good hamster!
Janice: AWWW.
Stacy: AWWW.
For two completely different reasons. Anyway, Mr. Thomson seemed like a very patient, calm, and kind father - the one who sets rules, has them obeyed, and yet can be got around anyway. :P He sent his daughter to horseback riding camp this summer. Scratch that - horseback riding and VIOLIN camp. All in one. It's a specialty thing. :P
[children shrieking]
Mr. Thomson: Becca! Daniel! You two are allowed to play in here, but remember, while this is going on, you two should be a little quieter and play outside instead.
Children: mkay. [they leave]
[two seconds later]
*CRASH*
Mr. Thomson: ... Becca? Daniel?
Becca's voice: HE STARTED IT!
Daniel's voice: SHE'S LYING, SHE DID.
[Key Club Exec Board dies.]
His wife took care of it. ^_^ And as it turns out, it seems I can't TA for him, as he thinks he has a conference period during period 1. Unless I TA for period 2 instead and switch English classes.
I can feel Christina breathing down my neck. I think I'll try to TA for Pauer instead. :P
When we were leaving, some of us crammed into Mr. Thomson's office. And there you see his Republican side truly unveiled. He has a printout of President Bush and Laura Bush, which looks so much like the picture my family got of Kerry & Edwards thanking my family for our donation to the DNC that I wonder if he didn't donate to the RNC. Creepy :P He also has a picture of several very old men standing in front of a building, which on closer inspection turn out to be Reagan, Carter, and a couple other presidents (I forget who) smiling together.
He also has a framed napkin with the logo, "Let's give JFK a Republican Congress." He said it's genuine.
I threatened to sell it and donate the money to the Kerry campaign. Thomson cracks me up.
And with that, I go to work on my art final. Mua. Nike fixing her sandal, anyone?
Oh, that reminds me, who here watched Gladiator? Because it turns out they used real Roman emperors. Marcus Aurelius ruled with his co-ruler, Lucius Ferrel (father of the little boy in the movie who's Commodus' nephew), who died early on in the reign, and then passed the throne onto his son Commodus, who was murdered two years later. Funny how that works out. :P Maximus is not mentioned anywhere, but hey. I would know because they're mentioned in my art book.. Marcus Aurelius on horseback, you see, is a very famous bronze sculpture. He's green. And with that, I truly depart.
*QUICK EDIT*
JESUS CHRIST I JUST FOUND THE SECOND CRICKET IN TWO DAYS IN THE COMPUTER ROOM WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE BUGGY BASTARDS DOING IN HERE AND EVEN WHEN I FLUSH THEM DOWN THE TOILET THEY COME BACK AND IF I FIND ONE OF THESE FUCKERS IN MY BEDROOM THEN THEY'RE GOING TO DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE.
Not that they don't die if I find them out of my bedroom. But they're SICK and I just caught one fight now - obviously - and the only thing dividing him and me was a thin layer of Kleenex, and I swear to god, it was warm. EW. That and it was twitching, hoping to escape death.
Fat chance. I turned the kleenex (I was using about ten) and squished. BLECK. And back to my art final, because I have 36 art images to name, date, and classify tomorrow along with three papers, all of which I have not done. So bye.
Spoken words: 38 have fallen.
I have over 170 conversations that I categorize under Draco x Hermione.
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I LOVE MR. THOMSON AND HIS PRECIOUS CONSERVATIVE WAYS. HE IS SO CUTE. You know that whole thing kids do when they're young where they wish they had someone else's parents? Yeah. This is what I'm doing now with Mr. Thomson. My father's nice and everything, but HE'S NOT MR. THOMSON.
A tragic flaw, I feel.
So on a scale of one to ten, how much would this train of thought horrify Mr. Thomson? Eleven? Yes, I thought so.
Right. So. Bugs are bad, ha ha.
Oh, and I'm a little more than halfway through Crime and Punishment. It's not that bad once you get down to reading it. You probably won't want to accumulate 170 emails about it, but still.
Posted by Christina @ 09/01/2004 12:01 AM PST
To clarify, Christina darling:
A conversation - of which I have exactly 173 - is actually a thread. Meaning, one person sends an e-mail, another person replies to that, and so on and so on, making what GMail cutely calls conversations.
So when I have 173 conversations, I probably have in actuality twice that many e-mails.
Chew on that, love.
So on a scale of one to ten, how much would this train of thought horrify Mr. Thomson? Eleven? Yes, I thought so.
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Sorry. The black empty space was me imagining Mr. Thomson as your FATHER, and I passed out.
I think that if he had, we might not have had so much fun in eighth grade English together.
I heard a couple years ago - before I had Mr. Thomson - that his daughter reaaaally wanted to have her daddy and Mr. Margve as teachers. I think he's her godfather, not quite sure. But ain't it cute? ^^
I will read Crime and Punishment after my art final. Yadda yadda yadda >.>
Posted by Janice @ 09/01/2004 02:16 AM PST
i REALLY want gmail
weve talked about this before
id do anything for an INVITE!!!
Posted by Jessssiieee @ 09/02/2004 12:48 AM PST
:P Jessie my darling, if you leave a normal e-mail addy, I'll invite you.
-- the following is something I left on my AIM away message yesterday and I felt I would share it on my blog --
It was kinda on purpose and kinda not.
There was a cricket downstairs, and really annoy me off lately. So I went to grab some kleenex to kill it.
And there was one of those BBQ lighters next to the kleenex box.
I was just CURIOUS. And I didn't actually think that when I waved the flame at the cricket that the little bugger would throw itself TOWARDS the flames. I mean, who does that?
I guess crickets. And so I smelled roasted cricket for the first time in my life and it was not pleasant. It was still alive, btw, but I think it roasted a leg because it couldn't jump. So I flushed it down the toilet. Wasn't that kind of me?
If you're thinking OMG SADIST, you never heard the story about the snails and the dishwashing detergent. (Which works like salt but faster.) so :P
Posted by Janice @ 09/02/2004 12:06 PM PST
you knwo my freaking email stupid
nosnowinla@yahoo.com
isnt that normal? FREEEAK
i love you and ur murderous-ness
Posted by Jessie @ 09/02/2004 12:59 PM PST
best blog ever.
props to daniel for being an awesome kid.
Posted by zenkalia @ 09/03/2004 10:41 AM PST
I miss you. Write me.
Posted by Sarah @ 09/04/2004 12:53 PM PST
JANICE: If you get to English or Econ before me, save me (and Jessie in Econ's case) a seat. I will do the same for you.
I MUST SIT NEXT TO YOU. This is our grand chance, and we must seize it!
Posted by Christina @ 09/06/2004 11:16 PM PST
Of course, of course, precious ^^ as it is, I'm going to school at .. the crack of dawn. (To change classes - dropping AP Chem and such.) So I'll probably be there before you.
Unless McNiff has assigned seating. He wouldn't do that, would he?
Back or front of the room? (I choose back.)
Posted by Janice @ 09/06/2004 11:19 PM PST
I like the front, because it's easier to pay attention and stay interested, and have a comfortable relationship with the teacher.
Posted by Christina @ 09/07/2004 12:33 AM PST
Comfortable relationship with the teacher? Oh, yeah, I wanted a close and personal friendship with our 10th grade english teacher.
I like the back, because it's easier to avoid attention and the teacher's interest, and to have a comfortable time sleeping.
Posted by Janice @ 09/07/2004 01:00 AM PST
Ah, but I love attention. Just ask anyone.
Posted by Christina @ 09/07/2004 01:45 AM PST
Oh, oh! Ask me, ask me!
Posted by Sarah @ 09/07/2004 05:39 PM PST
oh silly high school kids...
wait until your classes have 800 students.
mwahahahahaha
Posted by zenkalia @ 09/07/2004 09:54 PM PST
uhm... do any of you run mozilla firefox and have gmail?
mine ain't working... IM me at Zenkalia, por fovor
Posted by zenkalia @ 09/08/2004 04:45 PM PST
Nope, sorry, Mike.
Janice, I've been reading essays on C & P, and I thought you might share my liking of this quote:
"When murdering the old woman herself, and still more when murdering her sister, he did not live his true life, but acted like a machine, doing what he could not help doing -- discharging the cartridge with which he had long been loaded."
Posted by Christina @ 09/08/2004 11:00 PM PST
snort
Posted by Sarah @ 09/11/2004 02:23 PM PST
I don't know why exactly you would be pegged for conversion. Maybe it's because, while we both take AP classes, you tend to hang out with the AP kids more then I do. Many of them, especially girls for some reason, and also especially Asians for obvious reasons, seem rather religious.
In my group of friends in Drama, either they have good enough manners not to hound people (AP kids are great, but they sometimes have wacky social skills) or know only too well that any such attempts would be met with incredulous looks that would (I hope) make them feel silly. Especially since I already scold one girl because she hits people (boys only) when they swear. The nicest girl in the world, yet she fails to realize that hitting people is wrong and disciplining others is not her job. (Of course, by that logic I have no business scolding her, either. Ha.)
When is that Econ paper on medical care due, again? Wednesday?
Posted by Christina @ 09/12/2004 10:50 AM PST
Tuesday, love.
I hit people. But I hit everyone, so no discrimination = love.
Posted by Janice @ 09/12/2004 12:00 PM PST
i can vouch for kylara's hitting everyone policy. however, i only hit her.
did you know that? you're the only girl i've hit.
hmm.
Posted by zenkalia @ 09/14/2004 12:50 AM PST
That means you two need to get married, have seventeen children, and move into a trailer.
Posted by Christina @ 09/14/2004 06:16 PM PST
Double wide
Posted by Sarah @ 09/14/2004 10:20 PM PST
Get out Grandma's best winter tube top, we're goin' possum huntin'!!!
Posted by Christina @ 09/15/2004 06:39 AM PST
..........
Grandma's best winter tube top?
I shiver in fear.
And can I ask what a walking incubator means? I'm, what, nurturing my eggs? I mean, most people say I'm a bomb waiting to go off (in a non-sexual way, sweetums), not... an incubator. Which makes me think of farms and first grade chickies.
And Popeye's. W00t.
Posted by Janice @ 09/15/2004 08:21 AM PST
i don't think i could be more insulted and entertained at the same time.
that is hilarious... especially considering what we talked about last night. we compliment eachother in terms of chores. haha.... i was folding clothes and got curious and it turns out she doesn't mind what i hate and i don't mind what she hates.
the entire concept of a best winter tube top is great. i love it more than you know. i really need to write my movie i keep saying i'll write. and it's on grandma... granny-janice, no less.
hahahahahaha
=P
Posted by zenkalia @ 09/15/2004 10:32 AM PST
The one whith the red sparkles?
Posted by Sarah @ 09/15/2004 10:43 AM PST
don't forget the stilleto heels.
for grandma.
grandma janice.
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.... *sigh*
Posted by zenkalia @ 09/17/2004 09:40 AM PST
...with red sprakles?
Posted by Sarah @ 09/17/2004 12:16 PM PST
no, just blue with black polka-dots.
Posted by zenkalia @ 09/18/2004 12:46 PM PST
This post now bores me.
Oh, Janice! Would you be a dear and write me another one?
Posted by Sarah @ 09/19/2004 11:26 AM PST
seriously... i was just going to make a request for a new post...
and i did.
so...
>
Posted by zenkalia @ 09/19/2004 01:01 PM PST
Come, Mike, we shall form a club.
The "We Want Janice to Post" club.
It's kinda like a fucked up fan club, but better.
Posted by Sarah @ 09/19/2004 07:30 PM PST
a fucked up fan club... fufc?
not nearly as catchy as the Kylara Kome Kater to our needs...
you know... KKK?
Posted by zenkalia @ 09/20/2004 01:20 PM PST
Hey Janice. Look at the puppies.
Posted by joan @ 09/20/2004 07:13 PM PST
Those puppies aren't Jindos..
but oh my GOD. ;_;
Posted by Janice @ 09/21/2004 06:49 AM PST
Ok.
NOTICE:
We, the associated members of the KKK, demand a new post - forthwith. And waffles.
Posted by Sarah @ 09/21/2004 10:48 PM PST
NOTICE:
The manager, owner and operator of this blog does not believe in waffles. Or if she does, only knows the Leggo My Eggo kind. Which is probably not what you're talking about.
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NOTICE II
New posts are forthcoming when inspiration (of what kind? who knows) hits and when I don't have statistics homework.
AND:
Does the KKK wear grandma outfits?
Posted by Janice @ 09/22/2004 01:07 AM PST
does your best winter tube top count as a grandma outfit? in that case, yes. we all wear tube tops.
hahahaha...
oh... will it ever be dropped? maybe you should update and we'll find out. =D
Posted by zenkalia @ 09/22/2004 11:26 AM PST