Bleh.. so bored...

I need a life. :)
EDIT:
I'm so terribly sorry.
(Tue 20th May 2003, 6:58, More)

» The last thing that made me cry

Oo, last time I REALLY cried...
Hmm... December 19th, 2003. Early morning.

My dad woke me up by walking into my bedroom and simply said, "Your mom's gone." I didn't entirely know what I meant -- surely she didn't die; she was only 57 and I hadn't moved out yet! So I put some pants on and went out to look. She was in her bed.

I cried on and off for the next two hours and police and paramedics came in and out of our house, and that damned chaplain didn't help things at all. Didn't cry at all during the next few days, though. That was the first -- and last -- time that I cried in the past 8 years. Not at the funeral, nor the viewing, nor the enterring(sp? Oh fuck it). Hell, I even gave a speech about how it was alright to cry at the services, which got rave reviews from everyone there. But I had the only dry eyes.

--

Nowadays, whenever I watch Dancer in the Dark, I get choked up and breathe kind of heavy at the end.. but I don't cry. Perhaps I'm emotionally damaged.

EDIT--
Oh, I lied! It was actually the 1st and last time in 5 years. Reading all of this reminded me of 8th grade.. *shudders* those days sucked.
(Fri 15th Apr 2005, 6:53, More)

» Walkman Flashbacks

Rufus Wainwright - Evil Angel
Always brings me back to simpler times... The song would begin playing, and my mind would revert to pre-highschool days in which I played an insectile alien on swcombine.... Odd, I know. Oh well, Amma geek.
(Mon 28th Mar 2005, 5:14, More)

» Scars with history

Somewhat violent, actually...
Back when I was younger, I went to a private school in a class of about 30 kids who'd been with each other for about 7 years. In sixth grade, we all went to a camp-type thing for three days -- organized by the school and authorized by the pope himself! (or the local bishop, whatever) Anyways, the camp people took it upon themselves to teach a group of 12 and 13 year olds how to use a compass, and handed out compasses, paper, and pencils.

So, I take a seat down next to one of my odder friends and we're going along really well (I already knew how to use one, so I was helping him), when at osme point I make some joke about him. Long story short, he stabbed -- yes, stabbed; no, not poked -- me in the knee with his freshly-sharpened pencil. I screamed and bled, and he apologized.

To this day, I can still point out the spot where he stabbed me, since the graphite worked as tattoo ink. I probably deserved it, though -- a few years before, I bet him that he couldn't kick an orange cone more than a foot. I didn't feel obligated, however, to tell him that I'd put it over a sprinkler head...
(Sat 5th Feb 2005, 0:39, More)

» Have you ever been rude to a celebrity?

Well not quite a celebrity, I think but...
I once gave Jeff Hamilton the cold shoulder. for those of you who don't know who Jeff Hamilton is, he held the speed record for skiing and has several gold medals from the Olympics.

Anyways, apparently his sister lived in the same city as me, and an artist to boot! So, he did the kindly older brother thing and came down to help her fill up an art gallery with her work. I was walking down to my mom's shop when he comes out of the place, sees me wearing a shirt that has a picture of him and his name written in big letters (hand-me-down from a cousin) and says to me, "Hey, nice shirt!"

"Thanks," I reply, and hurry along, afraid that he's some sort of predator. This made sense since he had a shaved head and was much taller than me.

"Do you kno wwho I am?" he asks me?" By now his sister is laughing.

"No," I said, and walked faster, all the way to my mom's shop. I pondered what had just happened, then looked down at my shirt. It was about then that it clicks. So, I grab one of my ma's fabric pens (it was a quilt shop) and run back down to chase him down.

"Hi there!" I say. "Err.. I think I know who you are now." Again, his sister laughs. He joins in, as well as one of his posse members. I laugh too, feeling that I made a total ass of myself. "So... Uh... Could you sign my shirt?"

"Sure!" he says. Hilarity ensues. Short story shorter, I still have the shirt. :)
(Thu 15th Apr 2004, 7:03, More)

» Inventions You're Too Lazy To Make

It's simpler than it sounds, but...
I once figured out how to get a spaceship to travel faster than light. Haven't been able to try it out yet, though -- a shame too, because I'd be rich if I could!
(Thu 8th Apr 2004, 23:58, More)