tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30949112011-04-28T10:40:24.238-04:00LCH#2More ramblings of my innermost soul..in other words, the stuff I don't want my mother to read.Valnoreply@blogger.comBlogger701100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-89461860010557340782007-11-28T12:21:00.000-05:002007-11-28T12:23:37.914-05:00The owner of this blog has moved. You can now find her at Odd One Out: Reality with a refreshing slice of aspie.:) Come on down!Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-1157473173035502212006-09-05T12:06:00.000-04:002006-09-05T12:20:26.086-04:00Just A NoteThe author of this blog is still alive and kicking. However, she (I?) has opted to change blogs in order to represent her new status in life. Thus, the journey continues, but not here.So follow the white rabbit home. Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-1081131501568521142004-04-04T22:17:00.000-04:002004-04-04T22:21:03.076-04:00Whatever you do, don't CLICK HERE.Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-1079492621035361932004-03-16T22:03:00.000-05:002004-03-16T22:06:03.716-05:00does it not comfort you to realize that we are all ultimately alone in this universe?Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-1075262609001666712004-01-27T22:44:00.000-05:002004-01-27T23:05:02.640-05:00Nada.
*cough*
Down the shit hole go we.
Nothing done to stop it.
Helpless, hiding, hellhole
Nada here.
What can you do?
Nada.
Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-945053462003-05-17T13:47:00.000-04:002003-05-17T13:47:00.366-04:00You are burning
What Self-Mutilation Are You? brought to you by Quizilla
Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-937549382003-05-04T14:28:00.000-04:002003-05-04T14:28:16.443-04:00I write a column on Backwash.com. This is a reflection that I wrote about that column name, Odd One Out."
Have you ever thought about how one's column name represents that person?
The column name is created (at least in my case) due to that person's feelings at the time when they first get a column.
I was thinking the other day that even though my column name still fits me and influences Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-900329182003-03-02T23:53:00.000-05:002003-03-02T23:53:55.296-05:00Never Condemn On Other People's Faults Before You Fix Your Own Fucking ProblemsValnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-888110002003-02-09T15:27:00.000-05:002003-02-09T15:27:09.780-05:00Music
I wish that I was already older and had the skills needed to be really good at playing the french horn. I am a music education major at my school. I always feel like I'm behind.
I have friends that tell me I'm good. I've had a couple of teachers say that I'm good. Am I good?
Not according to the band director. He (and others) tell me that I have the potential to be good. But am I Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-860425872002-12-15T16:22:00.000-05:002002-12-15T16:22:08.840-05:00That last post was an entry into my journal. Someone asked me about it, and this is what I said:
Ah.
That.
Screams from my childhood
streams through my mind
begging to be heard
wishing to be forgotten
wishing to be gone
burning, blinking
fading
hurting
When I was a kid,
I was different.
I was a kid completely bent --
on comfort.
Comfort meaning:
not dressing up,
no makeup,
not fixing my Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-860135442002-12-14T22:00:00.000-05:002002-12-14T22:02:34.000-05:00Hell, I don't know.
Dear God,
If I said that sometimes I didn't feel like I was completely human, would you be mad?
I don't feel as if I have the same feelings as everyone else. Sadness occurs, but I don't know how to comfort others about it. Some people are just born good at it; and here I am, seemingly emotionally disconnected.
It was Friday the 13th yesterday. No one cares. No one cares Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-833003412002-10-21T11:21:00.000-04:002002-10-21T11:23:42.000-04:00Strange stuff, no?
Life keeps on going on at home (I'm on fall break), but yet it doesn't. Things are the same, yet they aren't.
It just seems weird. I think I understand Thomas Wolfe now (I think he said this) -- about the not being able to go home again thing.Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-804806992002-08-20T12:40:00.000-04:002002-08-20T12:40:01.866-04:00Which Firearm are you?brought to you byStan Ryker
Okay, I'm slightly more happy about my mom. We got the computer working. It was a pain, but my mom was pretty cool about it once it was all worked out. I just can't really see myself not living here anymore. Crazy, you know?Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-803614912002-08-17T12:59:00.000-04:002002-08-17T12:59:30.186-04:00I'm moving out on the 22nd of August -- this coming Thursday. I'm going to college.
It's a good thing too, because my mom is driving me nuts. She seems to have the idea that she's having to take care of all my problems for me because I don't worry enough.
Wha-huh? Since when do I not worry enough? I worry freaking more about more subjects than she has ever thought about worrying about.
Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-803607092002-08-17T12:27:00.000-04:002002-08-17T12:27:07.603-04:00
Look at that man. That is Evan Williams. Founder of blogger.com. He looks really dark in that pic. That's cool. I think he's rather handsome too. Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-801960162002-08-13T14:49:00.000-04:002002-08-17T12:28:11.000-04:00The anniversary is coming up.
Today is August 13th, 2002. In less than a month, it will be September 11th, 2002.
Damn.
Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-798483822002-08-05T11:49:00.000-04:002002-08-05T11:49:28.170-04:00Scared
I'm scared. I'm scared about a lot of things, but mostly things that involve my ability to exercise willpower.
I have two problems (well, I have more than that, but not enough time to discuss all of them at any sort of length).
1st of all, I have a bad stomach problem called IBS. That stands for Irritable Bowel Syndrome. It comes partly from genetics and partly from stress. I stressValnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-795836892002-07-30T02:02:00.000-04:002002-07-30T02:02:38.076-04:00It doesn't seem quite right that everytime some new alien race comes to Earth, that they should immediately start dissing us. In every book, in every movie I've ever seen, the aliens that come to Earth always preach on about how lowly humans are; about how stupid and incompetent and basically just how awful and nasty we are.
You know, that's not nice. That's not nice at all. It's a lumping Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-795222182002-07-28T18:09:00.000-04:002002-07-28T19:22:15.000-04:00he sits without thinking
the sun harsh on his neck
the road burning his feet
emptiness filling his heart
gasping for breath
stomach long past growling
rags barely covering--
his peeling, burnt skin
blood drenched fingers
grope at the endless stretch of road
he knows the end has come
alone in the wilderness
he never thought it'd end this way
thought he'd be at the top
watching others die--
Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-795211222002-07-28T17:33:00.000-04:002002-07-28T17:33:20.933-04:00I think the possible secret to writing poems that are a bit more cheerful is that you have to write about specific things in life (i.e. -- the breeze, trees, sun, etc).
Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-791795182002-07-20T01:33:00.000-04:002002-07-20T01:37:19.000-04:00Burning bridges
background red
smoky air
barely breathing
pain so strong
finds my heart
makes me remember
won't let me forget
tried to help
left for dead
world's about gone
nearly
light's extinguished
fire lights the sky
ozone gone
death near
not so quite
had a hope
a promise
for later
pain now
blacking out
end in sight
or not
before I'm gone
looking around
tried to help
those around
Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-791792122002-07-20T01:23:00.000-04:002002-07-20T01:23:22.016-04:00I'm Sometimes Not So Sure God
Weaknesses and all God, right?
Promises I made
Thoughts I had
Ideas too
Not your fault,
but mine
weaknesses hurt me,
but okay to you.
...........................
Bleah, how much more devoid of feeling can I get? Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that it is 1:27 am. Hmm, perhaps? That's what I was thinking.
When I went to camp about a month ago, I Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-780525022002-06-21T23:57:00.000-04:002002-06-21T23:57:36.620-04:00Ah, So
Ah, so I had a therapist who told me that I use humor to avoid serious topics.
Ho hum.
Hey, did you hear the one about. .
Oh wait, that's humor. I was supposed to be serious just then, wasn't I.
Bullshit. Everything is bullshit.
Life, school, friends. . . the future.
All of it. Fucking bullshit.
I was taking care of some animals this week, when I went into the girl's room. TheValnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-780518832002-06-21T23:37:00.000-04:002002-06-21T23:37:11.366-04:00Below Where Words Can Touch
I try to speak
to explain
to talk
words don't express
my thoughts
my pain
the pain reaches down
hurts my soul
hurts my brain
pain so deep
it flows through my heart,
like a river in hell
staring glumly down
all alone
by myself
all the time
hurts the heart
hurts my soul
helplessly I sit
time goes by
nothing released
soul in hell
words in Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-88846602002-01-20T21:28:00.000-05:002002-01-20T21:28:57.730-05:00Let's Just Say That This Is My Venting Page
Yeah Paul I'm pissed. Instead of lashing inwards, so to speak, I've decided to write down something when I'm very pissed off, as to get a better idea of my mind.
Why do you piss me off so? How? Let me count the ways. Or not. Don't screw with me Paul. You fucking idiot. I trusted you, you son of a bitch. You messed with my mind. I don't Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-88576062002-01-19T21:17:00.000-05:002002-01-19T21:17:38.843-05:00I've Decided That My Music Minister Is The Anti-Christ
So I was having a vengeful daydream against him when I had a thought. In the daydream, something about how the world was ending or something, and he was offering to save my life. Me and him recently had a sort of face off where he tried to manipulate me into thinking I was wrong and that I should feel sorry for him.
I know that I was inValnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-82011192001-12-26T23:58:00.000-05:002001-12-27T00:00:01.000-05:00And the problem of course is that since I was forced into an emotionless shell at a semi-early age, I was forced to take out my emotions in less expected ways. It seems that I was damned if I did and damned if I didn't. I was cursed with a very thin shield for my emotions through middle school. By the time I was about halfway through the 7th grade, the shield had grown very thick indeed. It Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-81926662001-12-25T23:00:00.000-05:002001-12-25T23:02:18.000-05:00Of blasted bears of bearing belts
That float the fleeting flying fleps
Of courting bastards that rule the day
And never feel that they have their way.
The horned holy hard old hold
Went further for and farther fold
And cowards were that which
Bravehearts were not.
And hating all,
I said to the horribly, hellish depths of hell
"Free me o' God, from which I know not.
There's nothing left for me Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-81924092001-12-25T22:44:00.000-05:002001-12-25T22:44:59.813-05:00I weighed 124 lbs. before Christmas. I wonder what it is now?Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-80325092001-12-18T20:44:00.000-05:002001-12-18T20:44:21.166-05:00So I weigh 126 lbs. Fun. Really. I'm actually kind of hungry. Maybe I'll eat something?Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-79099682001-12-13T19:04:00.000-05:002001-12-18T20:49:39.000-05:00Flowing without words
growing without sound
living without presence
having no one around
I feel the icy breath of death
upon my open ear
and I think of wonders of the sea
coming ever so near
what wondrous fates do appear
and smiling dolphins wave
and great big monsters do arise
across the salty sea
oh help me when my fire burns
and everything is clear
and no one ever gets what they want
or Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-79095952001-12-13T18:49:00.000-05:002001-12-13T18:49:41.003-05:00Oh God, I don't know what's wrong. I'm on the verge of being hysterically nervous/antsy, and I don't know why. I understand that I have an exam tomorrow. It's European History Honors. Okay. Fine. I don't think that's what I'm nervous about. I can't think of what it is. I'm in a complete mindblock. Oh God, help me. I'm scared and I don't know why. I feel like jumping up and crying and Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-76139172001-12-03T17:26:00.000-05:002001-12-03T17:27:42.000-05:00I panicked today. I freaked out. I lost it. I went overboard. I did something that I promised myself that I'd never do again. Self-injury. Perhaps you have heard of it. I promised myself. I promised Mr. Hendrick. But I didn't listen to myself. Once again, the great Valerie is good at telling other people what to do, but can't follow her own rules. I actually bit myself. On the hand. Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-73719972001-11-24T16:54:00.000-05:002001-11-24T16:54:08.136-05:00and I went down to 127 lbs. But now I'm back up to 130. yayValnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-72977392001-11-21T12:36:00.000-05:002001-11-21T12:36:53.540-05:00As of the day before Thanksgiving, I weigh 130 lbs. Let's wait and see what it will be in about 2 days.Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-65615172001-10-23T16:55:00.000-04:002001-10-23T16:55:17.180-04:00anyway..not trying to overdramatic or anything....bother..Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-65323302001-10-22T16:10:00.000-04:002001-10-22T16:10:52.836-04:00OK
So maybe my last post was a little harsh.. so I was dying today..who cares, right? It doesn't really matter.Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-64401582001-10-18T15:47:00.000-04:002001-10-18T15:47:22.690-04:00Well..just FUCK the world
Ever have one of those days? I am. Right now. Just fuck 'em..To fuck with them? To fuck with them is to lose your soul..no wait.. Hmm. If I can find it, I'll show you all something really cool..
Perhaps one of the most interesting and colorful words in the English
language today is the word "*-*uck". It is the one magical word
Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-62519922001-10-10T22:52:00.000-04:002001-10-10T22:52:22.460-04:00Precisely
I'm hungry. Hm.Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-62044882001-10-08T20:35:00.000-04:002001-10-08T20:35:09.190-04:00Plus now I have cough which is bugging me ever so slightly. Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-61526942001-10-06T12:34:00.000-04:002001-10-06T12:34:11.853-04:00So I stopped writing... and for good reason. Nothing seemed important anymore. All little problems that might have been big before now..aren't such a big deal anymore..Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-56522272001-09-12T21:05:00.000-04:002001-09-12T21:05:03.883-04:00and to think..on Monday, I had no idea what was in store for us on Tuesday. I was just thinking about day to day stuff...like dinner and homework and stupid stuff like that. and now..I mean, it was SEPTEMBER 11, 2001: A DAY THAT WILL BE FOREVER IMPRINTED IN OUR MINDS. I'm putting that in my scrapbook..typed out, of course. This is just crazy. All too crazy for me. Even for me. Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-55019132001-09-05T16:08:00.000-04:002001-09-05T16:08:36.600-04:00I really am tired..I got more sleep last night than I usually do..but that doesn't make up for 3 weeks of 4-5 hours of sleep per night..
Oh..btw..for those of you who don't know- This website is good for making e-cards. I strongly suggest it. They are good. Maybe a little silly, but what isn't? Don't answer that.Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-55017242001-09-05T16:00:00.000-04:002001-09-05T16:00:40.660-04:00It's not that I am really unhappy most of the time..that just comes at certain times..I'm just..hmm, what's the word I'm looking for? Dissatisfied. That's it. Hm..I hope it's spelled right.Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-52787242001-08-24T16:15:00.000-04:002001-09-05T16:00:47.000-04:00I.......................................................am......................... .............................so........................................................ .........freaking....................................tired.................................
It........................................is.................................not....... .......................................even....Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-52226162001-08-21T21:30:00.000-04:002001-08-21T21:30:23.380-04:00Here it is.
I got this off of a friend of mine:
This is the DSM IV criteria for BPD for those who think they might have it. And, remember, don't self-diagnose.
1. frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment. Note: Do not include suicidal or self-mutilating behavior covered in Criterion 5.
2. a pattern of unstable and intense interpersonal relationships characterized by alternating Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-52207732001-08-21T19:30:00.000-04:002001-08-21T19:30:41.210-04:00I mean, I don't think that I have BPD..for one thing, you can't be diagnosed until you're 18..and you can't self-diagnose yourself..plus, there are like 9 signs of it. You have to have 7 of those signs..which I might list tomorrow if I can find the list.
But I'm not..I don't have BPD. I'm pretty sure.
Oh and if you're reading this, Ms. Burris, hi.Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-51989212001-08-20T17:59:00.000-04:002001-08-20T17:59:10.106-04:00Traits involving identity
5. Marked, persistent identity disturbance shown by uncertainty in at least two areas. These areas can include self-image, sexual orientation, career choice or other long-term goals, friendships, values. People with BPD may not feel like they know who they are, or what they think, or what their opinions are, or what religion they should be. Instead, they may try to be Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-51982382001-08-20T17:12:00.000-04:002001-08-20T17:12:48.870-04:00Okay, pissed again I am.
Warning..never smack yourself in the head while wearing a watch.. argh.
Umm..I have had some problems with SI..in the past years..I'm not back to the knife anymore..but I still do stuff like smack myself in the head..and dig my fingernails into my skin very hard.
Here is a website some of friends with the same problems have found.. We chat another place, though...if Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-51306622001-08-16T16:10:00.000-04:002001-08-16T16:10:57.783-04:00Okay, I'm better. I think. I talked to my band director, and gave him some of my really depressing poems. In fact, I think I gave him all of my poems. He asked if he could find someone to help me. I said, sure.
So today, because of that talk, I got called up to the Guidance Office. I talked to a counselor up there. It was..truthfully? A little scary.
But she offered me the position Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-50475162001-08-12T12:54:00.000-04:002001-08-12T12:54:55.026-04:00And I was in another funky mood last night. It seems that when you are depressed, there aren't any places to turn to. I mean, I made friends last night with a bunch of other depressed people...but they really can't help me much, now can they.
So I went looking for websites on Depression. And I found a few..but they were all about toll free numbers you can call..blah blah blah. I can't callValnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-50269332001-08-10T22:57:00.000-04:002001-08-10T22:57:15.370-04:00when you have too much time to think..you start thinking about stuff..
whether you want to or not.
I'm just going to ramble..don't mind me.
so when you go to a teen help site..you go there for advice, friendship..help. And when you try to submit what's going on in your life, the site says it can't take anymore stories until tomorrow..
so I'm like WTF. why the freak would I be visiting here Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-49127402001-08-04T21:46:00.000-04:002001-08-04T21:46:40.240-04:00It's back! Glory! It's back. :) Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-49127172001-08-04T21:44:00.000-04:002001-08-04T21:44:49.220-04:00I miss this pageValnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-48588722001-08-01T17:27:00.000-04:002001-08-01T17:27:23.313-04:00Blogger is having major problems right now! Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-48424912001-07-31T20:50:00.000-04:002001-07-31T20:50:20.480-04:00
Charles Manson
Oops! Almost forgot the horrible crime of the day...Actually..compared with some stories I've read, this one isn't that bad. But Charles Manson is a popular name..one most people have heard, so I thought I'd go ahead and do it.
Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-48410292001-07-31T19:07:00.000-04:002001-07-31T19:07:34.320-04:00I can remember doing duplicate personalities on the internet for a very long time. I guess it's kind of like having an imaginary friend or something. Well, not really. It started out simple. It started out at the first website I ever started to visit..which is under the link of weird stuff, on the sidebar. It's made partly of bulletin boards. Also called message boards. Back then, I wasn'tValnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-48245752001-07-30T23:23:00.000-04:002001-07-30T23:23:57.933-04:00I'd also like to say that feedback is always welcome..you can e-mail me anytime..Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-48244992001-07-30T23:19:00.000-04:002001-07-30T23:19:10.820-04:00My brother talks about politics on his website..my mom tells me that I should talk about something of substance as well.. not be so centered on myself. But where's the fun in that? I mean, the purpose of having a website (at least in my opinion), is so you can have the rest of the world focus in on your world for a while..if only for a page or two.
I'll tell you a few things though..I won't Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-48202072001-07-30T18:48:00.000-04:002001-07-30T18:48:48.616-04:00There are some seriously funky websites out there..I was poking around one day..just putting in random website addresses..found a weird place called www.hell.com..weird. They've toned it down a bit in the last couple of years..but you should have seen it when. Anyway, as it turns out..if you hit the right sequence of buttons or whatever..it takes you its/a base website.. The website it takes Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-48199502001-07-30T18:33:00.000-04:002001-07-30T18:33:32.443-04:00
The Torturing Death of Sylvia Marie Likens
Some people are seriously messed up. This group of people are some of them.. Murderer of this poor girl? Gertrude Baniszewski
Warning: Not for the weak stomached
Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-48031402001-07-29T20:59:00.000-04:002001-07-29T20:59:47.733-04:00Our band is going to be good this year.... I can feel it. The sophomores this year are a whole lot nicer than the ones last year. This year, they're even willing to talk to me. I feel special. :)
Our marching band is smaller this year..partly due to a couple of different reasons..1..we had a big senior class graduate out of the band..2..we had a small sophomore band group come up..and 3..we Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-48000302001-07-29T16:44:00.000-04:002001-07-29T16:44:25.876-04:00
James Bulger
Awful story of the day..something I will start up until I run out of them.. if you haven't read about this poor kid, or have never heard about this poor kid..I suggest you do so now. James Bulger Gosh..people just disgust me sometimes.. an innocent child.. that pisses me off too.
Remember..if you don't want to be depressed..don't read this site.. go to the sister site.Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-47998242001-07-29T16:30:00.000-04:002001-07-29T16:30:06.503-04:00Hmm..an interesting thing happened a little while ago..I was talking with this guy in a poker chat room..and he acted like he knew me or something..asking me how I was..yada yada yada..when suddenly he starts telling me how beautiful I am. How soft my skin is and "wow you're an angel..can I play with your halo?"..hmm. so he asks me into a more private chat room..I accept, figuring it'd be Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-47976892001-07-29T13:49:00.000-04:002001-07-29T13:49:05.330-04:00Gosh that hurt..last night...in the middle of playing an online poker game, I ran into the kitchen (barefooted) to get some chocolate..when suddenly I ran into the oven..my body went one way and my toes of my [left] foot went another way..just the last 3. Oh my oh my....Gosh that hurt!!!!!!! My toe is purple today..I can't walk on it without shoes..and what the hell am I going to do about band Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-47967032001-07-29T12:37:00.000-04:002001-07-29T12:37:29.966-04:00Dum de dum dum... So I was thinking today.. maybe I should actually put something down of substance..hm.. substance. Not like that homework that I sorta do sometimes..I put some key figures in, I write enough to make it look done..and I leave it at that. Not always, but sometimes. That is not substance. Well...I can tell you some of the websites I visit..that might be good. Oh and my Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-47892802001-07-29T00:33:00.000-04:002001-07-29T00:33:47.633-04:00Exceedingly sad story Read it..pisses me off.Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-47847582001-07-28T19:18:00.000-04:002001-07-28T19:18:31.223-04:00I can imagine just what she'd say if she were to read some of the things I would like to put down..actually this page may mirror the other page sometimes..but sometimes delve deeper into other stuff. Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-47844042001-07-28T18:54:00.000-04:002001-07-28T18:54:34.510-04:00Yeah..whatever. my other website is for my cheerful interesting things..less weird ones. so, if you want to see cheerful things..don't read here.Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094911.post-47843102001-07-28T18:46:00.000-04:002001-07-28T18:46:52.140-04:00Alright..this is that one..the one that is not for my mother's worrying eyes..the one that maybe no one knows about..I don't know. Maybe they do and I'm just deceiving myself. But I'm hoping that she doesn't know about it. Valnoreply@blogger.com