Escalator Temporarily Stairs

Yep

2005-10-06T04:07:33Z

For all of you people who arent on my friend's only LJ, I just wanted to update to say I'm fine and well. School is good, I am good, everything is swell. Made a LOT of friends. And a boyfriend. I'm happy highschool is far gone, life feels a lot less dramatic.

The Decemberists are awesome too. GOD how they are. I will say this everywhere, lol.

I have a myspace now,
www.myspace.com/kickyourass .

Simple plain entry. Very unimportant, but I felt bad for now neglected this is, lol.
Peace people. I'm sure I'll post some pictures or something here sooner or later.

By far, the funniest thing I've read in a while

2005-06-29T02:27:56Z

Holy shit I love this. GOD how I do.

‘This Shit Is Bananas’
A probing analysis of Gwen Stefani’s ‘Hollaback Girl’

by GREG STACY

Gonna get a touchdown,
gonna take you out
Gwen Stefani’s “Hollaback Girl” is one of the most baffling pieces of music of the modern age. It’s got something to do with cheerleaders—that much is clear, judging from the chanting and the marching band that’s honking and tooting in the background. Beyond that, good luck deciphering the song’s ambiguities. We were so vexed by the mystery that is “Hollaback Girl” that we have devoted countless hours to its study. Our conclusions are below. The first thing you should know, though, is that Gwen is not singing “I ain’t no Harlem fat girl”—at least, we don’t think she is.

Uh huh, this my shit
Gwen is introducing us to her shit.

All the girls stomp your feet like this
This talk of shit and stomping has nothing to do with actually stepping on feces. But what does it mean? From a reading of the later text, we can conclude that the song takes place in the world of high school athletics, and that Gwen is apparently leading the girls in a calisthenics exercise. The “shit,” we surmise, is what she calls the exercises she’s teaching the other girls.

A few times I’ve been around that track
So it’s not just gonna happen like that
Here, Gwen exhorts the girls to try harder as they jog around the track, reminding them that physical fitness is “not just gonna happen,” but must be worked at.

Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl
I ain’t no hollaback girl
These lines are the most confusing, but their meaning will become clearer later.

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit
Gwen repeats this four more times. She wants to make sure that we are well acquainted with her shit.

I heard that you were talking shit
And you didn’t think that I would hear it
Gwen has been the victim of some slanderous high school gossip, and she doesn’t appreciate it. Gwen is 35 years old sliding into MILF status at this point, but we’ll grant her some poetic license.

People hear you talking like that, getting everybody fired up
So I’m ready to attack, gonna lead the pack
Gwen is going to round up a “posse” of her girlfriends and retaliate against the person who’s been talking “smack” about her.

Gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out
Gwen is going to beat up the person who wronged her, after she completes the cheerleading routine that will inspire the football team to score a touchdown. Gwen has interesting priorities.

That’s right, put your pom-poms down, getting everybody fired up
It seems the entire cheerleading squad is going to beat up the person who spoke ill of Gwen; they have put down their pom-poms, and they are now “fired up” to exact swift and terrible vengeance on Gwen’s behalf.

A few times I’ve been around that track
So it’s not just gonna happen like that
Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl
I ain’t no hollaback girl
Gwen is apparently the captain of the cheerleader squad; she is the girl who “hollas” the chants, not one of the girls who simply “hollas” them back. Given that the squad is preparing to beat somebody up on Gwen’s behalf, she’s picked a strange time to remind them that she is their leader and they are her sheep-like followers. Gwen obviously rules her squad with an iron fist.

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [repeated four times]
Again with the shit.

So that’s right dude, meet me at the bleachers
No principals, no student-teachers
Both of us want to be the winner, but there can only be one
So I’m gonna fight, gonna give it my all
We learn that it was a “dude” who gossiped about Gwen. She challenges him to a fight at the bleachers. If he imagines it will be a fair, one-on-one fight, he is sadly mistaken. Gwen and her aforementioned “pack” will pounce on him like rabid wolves.

Gonna make you fall, gonna sock it to you
That’s right, I’m the last one standing, another one bites the dust
Gwen’s pack of furious cheerleaders leaves the boy a quivering, bloody heap behind the bleachers for the groundskeeper to discover the next day.

A few times I’ve been around that track
So it’s not just gonna happen like that
Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl
I ain’t no hollaback girl
Having completed their ghastly work, Gwen’s squad members return to the field and resume their cheerleading activities, as Gwen reminds them once more that she is the boss and they are all her bitches.

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [repeated four times]
By calling her exercise routines “shit,” Gwen is showing us that for all her bravado, the character in this song secretly suffers from profound self-esteem issues. She is a complex antiheroine for an age of changing gender attitudes and expectations.

Let me hear you say, this shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
Here, Gwen steps away from this bloody spectacle for a moment to comment on the madness and ugliness of what we’ve just witnessed, and, by extension, the petty rivalries of high school in general. This shit is bananas, Gwen tells us, and we can only agree. And lest we miss the point, she spells it out. And repeats it another three times.

A few times I’ve been around that track
So it’s not just gonna happen like that
Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl
I ain’t no hollaback girl
Back on the field, Gwen is still bullying the squad to carry out her routines. But now we see her in a new light, as the sad, lost creature she truly is.

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [repeated four times]
As the song fades out, Gwen is left only with her “shit,” the mindless exercises that bring her no comfort from the raging emptiness within. As much as she “hollas,” no one hears her cries for help.

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I love intellectual attacks. Greg Stacy is my future husband, lol.

HOLY SHIT I'M STUPID

2005-06-21T13:38:34Z

OH
MY
GOD

I am SUCH a fucking loser! GODDDDDAAAAMMNNNNNN.

You guys have no idea how hilarious I think this is and how fucking PATHETIC I am. I am laughing SO hard right now, holy SHIT.

I FAILED MY DRIVERS TEST WITHIN THE FIRST 15 SECONDS.

*dies laughing* OHHHHHHHHHH SHIT, its the saddest thing that has ever happened in the world, lol. I am SUCH a FREAKING loser, but its so funny, and SO ridiculous, that I almost love it that it happened. The best failure ever.

Man, I am cracking up right now. I like freaking called everyone. I love this so much. I am SO stupid.

Okay. Okay alright, I went to the DMV at around 6:45 in the morning. I think I have black lung and head lice because of the insane amount of human shit that surrounded me. Deland has some weirdos, I mean jesus fucking damn. The drivers examiner, wanker-man Chris, was so effin' homosexual. SO much so. And he had the BIGGEST bottom lip I have ever seen on a white man in my LIFE. For the fellatio, no doubt. And SUCH a lisp. And he called me "honey", "sweetness", and "lovely" all within the first 5 seconds of meeting him. Gay as hell, I swear.

The enormity of his gaydom startled me. It STARTLED me.

But we got in the car and he checked all my car stuff-- horn, lights, whatever the fuck. So he made me drive about 10 meters up in the parking lot and parked in a designated spot, cones and all that. Did it hardcore, did it well. Then he told me to back up in a certain direction and I misheard and fucked that up. Then he squealed, "NO! Okay dahrrrrling, now stop now and TELL me-- What did you just do? Now really, ask urself 'What did I do wrong?'". So I stopped where I was and thought for a bit, then said, "Well, I went the wrong direction... do u want me to go back and park or something?". Then he said, "No that's not quite it. Think HARDER now. Stay and think, 'What happened here that was incorrect?'". So this guy was being an ass, obviously. A very gay ass, eww. And I kinda shrugged and said, "Really, I really don't know then." And then he said that my problem was that I STAYED where I was, but he told me to! Ugh. But I was in the wrong lane and in incoming traffic, but whatever. He was gay, and that's the point.

I'm not homophobic, he was just ridiculously---comically---obvious. And I failed my drivers test wthin the first 15 seconds. I'm bowing, clap for me, and thank you very much.

OH MY GOD. I'm SUCH a loser. I'm laughing SO hard. I love my life. WOW. Really WOW.

Music of the Month

2005-05-26T18:38:49Z

J'aime la musique. Encanto la musica. <3

I figured I'd post the songs I've been addicted to for the month, once a month. I mean, I like them enough to sing-a-long to, lol. I wish I had an iPod because I'd SO download these. Or I have them on CD and just listen to them A LOT. Old favorites and new underground music and whatever; I'm just eclectic as hell. Just a bunch of stuff. I suggest these to everyone.

I need to remind myself to get CDs from Eisley and Kylie Minogue when I get the funds. ESPECIALLY Eisley. New favorite band, :-P. And ETWAS! Fuck German bands. I can't find their CD anywhere! I'm so desperate ;__;. I'll do free labor for whoever can find it for me, lol.

*May 2005 ~all genres~
In no particular order:

1. Coldplay - Speed Of Sound
2. Tegan & Sara - Walking With A Ghost
3. Black Eyed Peas - Don't Mess With My Heart
4. Eisley - Telescope Eyes
5. Eisley - Marvelous Things
6. Rob Thomas - Lonely No More
7. Oasis - Lyla
8. 50 Cent - Candy Shop
9. Johnathan Rice - So Sweet
10. Johnathan Rice - Leave The Light On
11. Johnathan Rice - City On Fire
12. Johnathan Rice - I Wouldn't Miss It For The World
13. Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc.
14. The Hives - Abra Cadaver
15. The Hives - See Through Head
16. Bryan Adams - Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman?
17. Fischerspooner - Just Let Go
18. Kelly Clarkson - Behind These Hazel Eyes
19. Spoon - The Way We Get By
20. The Violent Femmes - Gone Daddy Gone
21. Papas Fritas - Way You Walk
22. The Caesars - Jerk It Out
23. U2 - Electrical Storm
24. Kylie Minogue - Can't Get You Out Of My Head
25. Kylie Minogue - Red Blooded Woman
26. Britney Spears - Toxic
27. Britney Spears - Cinderella
28. Hilary Duff - Fly
29. Foo Fighters - Doll
30. Trick Daddy - Sugar (Gimme Some)
31. The Walkmen - The Rat
32. Etwas - Halt Mich
33. Etwas - Ich Zieh Mich Vor Dir Aus
34. John Mayer - Daughters
35. The Dresden Dolls - Gravity
36. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Californication
37. The Beatles - Uncle Albert
38. Aerosmith - Rag Doll
39. Moby - We Are All Made Of Stars
40. Echo & The Bunnymen - It's Alright
41. The Exies - Ugly
42. The Black Keys - 10 A.M. Automatic
43. John Butler Trio - Mist
44. The Thrills - Not For All The Love In The World
45. Michael Jackson - Billie Jean
46. Foo Fighters - Hey, Johnny Park!

Rock on people. Come on now, broaden your horizions. ;-)

Pictures

2005-05-25T14:37:46Z

Its my birthday. What what?

Here are two prom pictures and a picture that scared me.

Me and my famed "hot prom date" Josue. Yeah, that's him.

Another picture of us. I'm looking kinda gay.

Oh no.

But what now? What's this?

Squeal piggy squeal.

AHHHHHHHHHHHH! OH GOD! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

THE SLAUGHTER! OH LORD JESUS! ITS SO BLOODY! SO VULGAR! SO DELICIOUSSSSS!

I'm so stupid. That was unnecessary.
Sorry that the prom pictures are unplentiful and late. Sorry more for the scary pig photo. I'm sure u all love me anyway. Happy birthday to me.

Something I think is important for everyone to hear

2005-05-23T17:21:58Z

"In the province of the mind, what one believes to be true is true or becomes true, within certain limits to be found experientially and experimentally. These limits are further beliefs to be transcended. In the mind, there are no limits."
-Doctor John C. Lilly

24.50 hours? Hell no.

2005-04-29T20:47:47Z

Updated my interests. I'm suprised how easily they flowed into my mind. I used to have only about 45 on there and then in 10 minutes of free thought I came up with over 100. Nice, huh?

JcPenneys scheduled me WAY too much next week, so fuck them-- I'm skipping some days. We have a new manager and she doesn't know what she's doing. But I am so NOT working Sunday, Monday, TUESDAY (since fucking when?), Thursday, AND Saturday. Does she not understand that I go to school? Ridiculous.

I wonder what day I should skip?

Josue needs to give me my cameras back. I still have some photos I have to take and I need to develop them. I've had those cameras since BEFORE me and David's breakup. That's a while. (well, its a month or so, but whatever)

Feeling okay today. Want to see The Aviator but its not out til 7:30, which means I'd be out past 10 pm, and David told me he had a lot of stuff to talk to me about tonight. *shrugs* Oh well. Maybe next week. Maybe I'll go to the mall and do some stereotypical-woman-theraputic-shopping. Sounds good, I guess. Depends.

3rd period this guy was playing a guitar and we all sung "Kumbayah". Someone was soulfully waving a confederate flag to the melody. I thought that was an amusing little absurdity. And on top of that, he was a Puerto Rican. :-P

I'll miss u at work tomorrow Rachel! Good luck with studying!

Goofy pictures of ME

2005-04-14T20:40:34Z

Normal.

Growling.

Growling part deux.

And the rest behind the cut!

Bitch nigga what?

Gonna fuck you up.

I hate Japan! (for Mahoko)

I hate Sudan!

Holy shit this is the scariest picture of me in the entire span of my life! (I hate Ireland!)

That's it. Hope ya'll are happy.

Cartoon: Roof Tiling

2005-04-06T21:53:43Z

This is a screen shot from an animated short called a black and white cartoon about roof tiling made by a guy named David Firth. It's dark, surreal, strange and disturbing, but not so much that it's totally revolting. It is incredibly impressive in artistic style, at least for a cartoon. I actually think it's kinda funny-- the cursing and frustration, I mean. Though it is DEFINATELY creepy by society's standards.
I like it a lot, but I have an incredibly strange sense of humor.

**Warning: mild violence, excessive audible explicit language, excessive textual explicit language, mild adult themes. (like that'll stop you.)

It's really awesome and I suggest you see it. Click the picture or the text to go there.

David Firth's site contains a lot of other interesting animations. I think his voice is really soothing. Humorously soothing.

"I am a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy." --J. D. Salinger

Work, play, etc

2005-04-05T02:21:49Z

JcPenneys was CRAZY today. I got there and everything was switched around--- jeans in the tops sections, tops in the jeans section, jean wall relocated. I didn't even realize it for 5 minutes. I FREAKED out; Mary and Kayla laughed at me.

My job today was to size all the clearance racks (which is horrible) and put merchandise out on the floor and reticket items and also do my normal customer service duties. I had to work with some new girl, Amanda Focke (pronounced fo-key), and that wasn't the best. I have developed into such a loud person and she was so reserved. I wanted to snap her bra strap or something; wake her up. The hangers had this revolting residue on them-- like a mix of tar, soy sauce, and cum.. or something. At least that's what my imagination would like me to believe.

My work is a constant freak show. Ugly lesbians making out at the register. Angry african transvestites with bad checks. Children pissing on clothes. Men trying on satin camis. And that's just within the last week. Today, I walked into the fitting room and was taken aback, completely aback. There was this nasty fake-blond Hispanic 40-year-old woman and her 8-year-old son in an open booth. The boy was just perpetually drooling and staring up at his mother, who was not wearing ANY clothes whatsoever. I have never seen that happen at Penneys, EVER. She was like a huge white gorilla, with a dark ring of hair around each drooping teat, scratching her naked greasy hide, haughty and grunting madness to her son-- that drooling, continuously drooling, perpetually drooling boy. The mindless savage creature, roaming around his nude creator, who was unfortunately reflected 3 times around the small dressing space mirrors. Drooling relentlessly, vacantly staring and jacking off with his own saliva as lubrication, all in one fluid motion. Haha, "fluid motion". That was clever of me. But yeah, not quite the jacking off, but the woman was definately haglike and naked, and he was definately staring at her like a sick traumatized zombie. Why would anyone have the need to be COMPLETELY naked when trying on clothes? You do not need to bring family members in to see you take off your underwear JUST to try on a shirt that you are too obese to fit in. This world is excessively absurd.

I think she stared directly into my eyes. My heart stopped and the actions of the world around me went on hiatus for the longest 30 seconds of my life. I have never wanted to run that fast, ever.

Along with my plans to go out on a date with KENNY (God, I'm so wrong, haha), I think I should theme the week. I think I'll go to Black College Reunion with a group of middle-class Catholic parents, go to a retirement home filled with Vietnam vets while wearing a red shirt emblazoned with a target and text that boldly reads "CHARLIE", and try a martini or something. I just want a week of the craziest shit known to man. It'd be great.

I love existentialism. We started learning it today in class. I think I'm going to put up a handout I got in my room somewhere.

"Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful." -John Flansburg (TMBG)

School again

2005-04-04T20:28:06Z

Talked to David finally. But I shall not post about it, because fuck, its a drag to hear about that all the time.

In 4th period, me and Sabrina were talking about how I broke up. She was amazed at how anything like that could've happened considering all the years put into me and him. We talked about some other things. The best topic? KENNY FUCKING TEAL.

Holy shit, I think that I'm going to do the ballsy-est thing in the world and go out on a DATE with KENNY TEAL. Buffont and mullet all on one head. How fucking crazy would that be?! HOOOLY SHIT! Its more brave then enlisting in the army, skydiving, climbing Mount Everest, or walking down a street of violent convicts. ITS A DATE WITH KENNY TEAL. Holy shit, that is the craziest thing I have ever thought. But I'm really considering it. Who has the GALL to do something that crazy?! Life-threatening, even. That would be the most badass thing ever, in the world. Sabrina said she'd make me a medal of honor (in pottery, of course) if I ever did anything like that. I deserve a billion dollars if I did that. I could never fear anything again. The world would be small in the shadow of my awesomeness. Holy shit, I could do anything if I survived a date with Kenny Teal. HAHAHAHAHA! That's scary but tempting. I'm sickened that it is that interesting to me. But the ridiculous has always attracted me, and a date with Kenny is VERY ridiculous.

Time to put the GALL back in GALLagher! Get it?
Fuck that was stupid. :-P

HA! What would we do, play Yu-Gi-Oh cards? Magic the Gathering? Read lude jokes? Ewww, hahaha. Hilarious. Disgusting but hilarious.

Anyway, I've decided that I am going to prom (if I have a date, that is). If I do, I will be SO decked out. The most exquisite dress, but sexy. The best makeup and hair. A hot ass date, or a good friend who is awesome. I am going to be drop dead gorgeous. I mean, beyond words amazing. Sabrina's really excited about it. She said she'll take a shitload of pictures. Haha, I'll be pictureworthy, that's for damn sure. I'll make sure of it.

The day after prom I am definately cutting my hair. Short. Above-shoulder short.

And when I turn 18, I think I'm getting a tattoo. One on my lower back or one on one of my upper arms. Or both my lower back and an arm. It'll be badass. Especially because I'll be pretty fit by then, considering I'm joining the YMCA and all. I am also thinking I may try alcohol, at least once. I haven't even drunk wine in church because I've been so uptight. Fuck it, I may try. It's not like I'll get myself carried away, because I do think drinking is stupid. But a refreshing, tasty, cold drink that loosens u up a bit can't be THAT bad. I'm not sure if I'll make that decision concrete, but I am curious, and might as well try all that I can while I have my body parts in optimum shape.

I am so open to things right now. Not sexually open, I'm not a lesbian. Sorry Ilarie (joking).

Art festival, etc

2005-04-03T22:34:03Z

I think this journal's main purpose is for David not to know of its existance. That may change in a few days if I get things sorted out and he stops being an ass to me. Then I'd tell him. If not, then... eh, you know how it goes.

Went to the art festival in Deland today. I was surprised to see how little artistic talent there was. There were some really good people though. This one guy in the far corner was doing really cool artwork with spray paint and fire. It was amazing. I watched him spray paint, burn, and sell his art at least 4 times. There was this black and white photographer that I really liked as well. I don't remember his name, but he reminded me of a less creative Jerry Uelsmann. That's the kind of photography I want to learn to do. Its so complex and awesome-looking.

There was also some nice hand-crafted jewelry.

The live entertainment was atrocious. They had a monumental crowd of 5 people and belted out songs about how Florida has a bug problem or how they don't like ham, but they like turkey, still dislike ham, but beef is really good. One of the bands even had a bucket and a spoon being used as an instrument. Made me cringe. I also tried a frozen banana, but that was a mistake. I should've known better considering its premeir location next to "Dave's Big-Ass Fries" and a turkey leg stand. I advise you to never try any of that.

I wish I would've gone to the beach instead. It was warmer than I thought it would be and that was my initial plan. The news said it was going to be freezing outside so I decided not to. They lied, damn bastards. I really wanted a tan.

Yesterday I wussed out of the National Film and Modeling Search competition. The spokespeople told me that contestants almost never do a talent, and usually do a commercial, so I was going to try that. But then I saw the 2:30 show in the mall, and people were breakdancing, singing, playing the violin, spitting fire... etc. It was insane. Luckily, one of my managers at Penneys told me that they have a modeling competition in the mall that does not involve talent in any way. So I'm waiting for that one to show up. Everyone kept saying how beautiful I was and it made me feel really good about myself. Even Josue said it. Josue is SO hot, jesus he's hot. I wish he didn't have a girlfriend.

I think I will go to prom with him (if he says yes) or Ben (if he says yes). I will ask.

I am feeling a lot better. I am just annoyed at David and hope that will be resolved tomorrow. If not, then I will stop speaking to him, I guess. I do not deserve shit like that, especially considering I am doing nothing but reacting to the stimuli he throws out to me. It's cause and effect, dumbass. I'm actually reacting tremendously well if u think about it. Amazingly well. Most people would just send someone to beat his ass and spread rumors. I'm just trying to talk like adults.

There's a lot more stuff that has happened but I don't feel like making a 2 hour long post, and no one would read it anyway. School tomorrow, boo to that. I only have a month or so left, so it'll be alright.

Til next time, folks.

New journal

2005-04-03T21:50:32Z

Hey its Stephanie, but with a new Livejournal! Whoa crazy shit. I've had the other livejournal for years, but I was compelled to start another one for some reason. I think its because I'm almost out of highschool and a bunch of stuff has been going on in my life to make me change. Its about time for a change in journals, too. The old entries on my other one make me sick. Now I can look at the beginning of this and like myself!

I'm still using hotbabysponge, but I figured this one could be for public posts and have things I don't feel like writing on my other journal. Or maybe I'll post a bunch of crazy stuff, whatever. I'm really not quite sure what to put on here, but I'll figure it out eventually. No matter which way u look at it, its raw and uncut Stephi. What I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, inappropriate or not.

Have not gotten to work on the layout yet. It looks disturbingly plain. I will definately fix it up next time I get the chance.

That's it for the starter post. Not the greatest, but I'm sure you all can deal.