The Journal of An Anti-social Coquette Who Has An Insatiable Urge to Osculate

Ok... you two better come out and tell me that you like me...

Tue, 10 Aug 2004 22:39:18 GMT

LJMeme.com Crush Meme
Number of crushes on me so far: 2
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Random shit...

Thu, 08 Jul 2004 23:38:48 GMT

Choose a band/or artist and answer only in song TITLES by that band:: The Beatles
Are you female or male:: Girl
Describe yourself:: I'm Only Sleeping
How do some people feel about you:: Fool On The Hill
How do you feel about yourself:: I'm A Loser
Describe your ex girlfriend/boyfriend:: Run For Your Life
Describe your current girlfriend/boyfriend:: Mother Nature's Son
Describe where you want to be:: Across The Universe
Describe what you want to be:: Free As A Bird
Describe how you live:: I'm So Tired
Describe how you love:: I'll Cry Instead
Share a few words of wisdom:: Obla Di Obla Da (Life Goes On)

Drawing on Yahoo...

Sat, 03 Apr 2004 12:11:58 GMT

...Is so fun. Here is my version of a snowbunny that I drew for MC...

Yay!

Sat, 27 Mar 2004 03:57:49 GMT

I adopted a cute lil' baby jesus fetus
from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus!

I adopted a cute lil' tempura fetus
from Fetusmart! mm..yummy.

This just about salvaged what little sanity remains in my bones...

Tue, 23 Mar 2004 06:26:08 GMT

DANDYWILBER'S FREE TUTORIAL ON HOW TO TYPE/SPELL/SPEAK CORRECTLY!
Or: How to sound mildly intelligent!

When to properly use your or you're (you are)
YOURyour adj. The possessive form of you 1. Used as a modifier before a noun: your boots; your accomplishments 2. A person's; one's: The light switch is on your right So, what does it mean? Your is a word that states that the possession of some object or abstract idea is in the possession of you. The hat is not you're hat. It is YOUR hat. As you're cannot be used in place of your, the same is true for the reverse of this lesson. Your cannot be used in a sentence when the meaning of the word should be "you are," such as you are not very intellectual or you are in possession of the grammar skills of a 4-year old. This is where YOU'RE comes in, not your. See the right side, YOUR right side (of the computer screen) for instructions on how to use YOU'RE. Some examples: This is your pink flamingo. Our Lady Peace is your favorite band. Please, stop your car and run into oncoming traffic.	YOU'REyou're Contraction of you are. contraction n. The act or process of shortening 1. The shortening of a word, or of two words, by the omission of a letter or letters, or by reducing two or more vowels or syllables to one; as, ne'er for never; can't for can not; don't for do not; it's for it is. Huh? In short, you're means you are. We do all know what "you" and "are" mean, don't we? I should surely hope so! One uses you're when they wish to speak regarding a person. Some examples: You're not a very nice individual. You're coming with me this evening. You're not serious, are you?
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Ok... I've been lagmeister for the last few days...

Fri, 30 Jan 2004 09:05:19 GMT

Ok... so here's the excitement for my week.

Yesterday, I was sleeping at around 7:30am, like I usually do, when I was awakened by noise coming from the living room. I was sort of bewildered and wasn't sure what it was. I figured for sure that it was coming from outside, so I laid there for a second and listened closely. I heard more rustling around, and then was sure that it was coming from the living room. I thought to myself, "shit, it must be maintenance workers. They must've knocked, and I didn't hear them." I was of course, only wearing a thong, so I freaked out because I'd have to walk over to the side of the room that my door is on, which meant that they'd see me almost naked. Shit. So I sit up to go and investigate, and all of a sudden, this fucking mini-crow comes flying into my room, heading straight for my window. It goes crashing head first into my window, over and over again. I'm like totally confused now, and still not really awake, but totally shocked, and fucking scared. A million thoughts are racing through my mind... "ok, there's someone in my house and they let a fucking evil black bird in... maybe it's a serial killer that leaves birds at the victim's house... shit." So I jump out of bed, not caring at all about the nudity factor. I figured that it had to be a nut case in my house to let a bird in, so I'd probably end up naked after they knocked me out to kill me anyway. So I grab a tank top, throw it on, and run out to my living room to see WTF was going on.

I get out there... and there's no one there at all. The door is closed and locked. And as a matter of fact, the chain is still attached too. I check the back door, and it's still locked as well. And that one only locks or unlocks with a key. Ok. So I check all of my windows, and they're all closed too. Now I'm really confused. I'd been home for days, I would've known by now had I let the bird in myself. I run back into the room to grab my phone, and have to dodge the crazy bird trying to break my window open. I call my friend Brian and beg him to come save me. So while I'm waiting, I throw on some shorts, and open my front door wide, hoping that the bird would see the light and fly out. Of course, it didn't. After twenty minutes, the bird flies into the hallway area that connects my living room to the bathroom and bedroom. I have a room fan sitting there, and it perches atop the fan. After a minute, I hear nothing. I figured that the bird was somewhere in my bathroom.

Brian gets there about an hour after the incident had first taken place, and I tell him to check the bathroom. So he goes in, equipped with sunglasses and a laundry basket. Nothing. He searches my room and the hallway area. Nothing. We search the entire house. Nothing. I know it didn't leave. I would've heard it or seen it. I thought to myself that I had jinxed myself the night before by telling a friend that it would suck to be like the guy from 'A Beautiful Mind' because he lived with his schizophrenia and was always seeing people everywhere that weren't really there. So I thought that maybe I had imagined the whole ordeal. After all, I was the only one to witness it, and the bird HAD materialized from no where, and disappeared into nowhere as well. It made more sense than... whatever other conclusions that we could draw up. Fuck.

But then, we looked further into it and found evil Satan bird droppings in my room, and something that resembled blood, so I figured that I am really not crazy. So... this is what had to have happened. The bird must've come in through the heating vents. In the hallway, there's a grate covering my heater, and at the bottom of the grate is a big hole for the pilot light. So I think he squeezed through the pilot light hole. I guess the bird must've been smart enough to remember where he came in from too, and slipped back through the hallway grate. So I taped up the hole. I'm kind of scared that the heater thing doesn't empty to a vent, in which case, I've probably holed that poor bird up. I'll know in a few days if it smells of rotting Satan spawn. EEEW. Dude. This was one of the most horrifying things to happen to me in a while. ONLY ME. I swear. These things don't happen to anyone else.

And then, earlier I think I heard squawking coming from my vents. I know that little bastard is in there. Goddammit. I had nightmares after this incident. I guess because you think that your home is the safest place in the world to be, then all of a sudden a fucking bird comes flying into your room at top speed ready to peck your eyes out. I kept dreaming that I was laying in my bed sleeping and that these huge monster bugs were crawling on my feet and up my legs. Horrible.

Anyway... I have an update on the whole A2 situation. I'll put it in another post.

Wow... that was actually less than I had originally thought.

Thu, 29 Jan 2004 10:19:36 GMT

Damn... more states to cover in my roadtrip...

create your own visited states map
or write about it on the open travel guide

I'll post tomorrow... have been having LJ withdrawals but have to hit the sack. OMG. Dude... I have a 'When Animals Attack' story... fucking great.

Off to blondify...

Tue, 20 Jan 2004 22:06:33 GMT

Wish me luck! I pray that my hair comes out half way decent. Please... pray for me too. I'll die if this goes awry.

Other than that, I spent all day looking for images to make some more image icons... I added a few new ones, and edited one or two old ones. They're so cute! Check 'em out...

The best song ever... maybe I do have it in me to be a typical old lady...

Sun, 18 Jan 2004 21:50:01 GMT

There was a time when we were down and out
There was a place when we were starting over
We let the bough break
We let the heartache in
Who's sorry now
Who's sorry now

There was a world when we were standing still
And for a moment we were separated
And then you found her
You let the stranger in
Who's sorry now

Who's sorry now
What, what kind of fool
Tears it apart
Leaving me pain and sorrow

Losing you now
Wonderin’ why
Where will I be tomorrow

Forever more that’s what we are to be
Without each other
We’ll be remembering when...

There was a time when we were down and out
(We cried)
There was a place when we were starting over
(We lied)
We let the bough break
We let the heartache in
Who's sorry now
Who's sorry now

What, what kind of fool
What, what kind of fool
Tears it apart
Tears it apart
Leaving me pain and sorrow

Oh! Losing you now
How can I win
Where will I be tomorrow

Was there a moment when I cut you down
Played around
What have I done
I only apologize
For being as they say, the last to know
It has to show
When someone is in your eyes

What, what kind of fool
Tears it apart
Leaving me pain and sorrow
Losing you now
Wondering why
Where will I be tomorrow
What, what kind of fool
Tears it apart
Leaving me pain and sorrow
Losing you now
How can I win
Where will I be tomorrow

FUCKING BARBRA RULES.

Wowwee

Wed, 14 Jan 2004 17:39:55 GMT

Ok, so I'm done weeding through my journal entries. I've narrowed it down to 20 entries that are left public. Woah. And they're all of those quizzes and pointless posts. I did good, Mom! I did good!

Ok... now time for me to get to work.

I need a puppy...

Mon, 12 Jan 2004 10:39:33 GMT

Fuck... I'm so heartbroken. We were THIS close to having a fucking puppy. And I blew it!!! Ahhh... I guess it was just as well. She was a Rottweiler, after all, and she'd wreak HAVOC upon my tiny little one bedroom apartment. And my landlord would be devastated. Not to mention, I would have beat the dog into potty-training it human-style... you know, train it to go in the toilet. Because Lord knows me and _vendetta_ are too lazy to clean up any of THAT mess. Ahhhh... she was sooo adorable too.

We were on our way home on the 5, when I stopped for gas ten minutes from my mom's house. I go out to pump the gas, when this crazy crackhead lady runs up on me, and is like, "do you want this puppy?". And she starts shoving this adorable 6 week-old baby Rott into my arms. I push her away, and tell her that I have gas all over my hands (the fucking pump was broken and was spilling all over my hands and my car). She begins to explain frantically that I need to take the dog, that she has little kids, and that they're living out of her car. I look over and see three or four tiny faces peering out from the shadows of this black SUV. Poor things. That was probably one of those moments that those children will live to remember. The day that their mother gave their puppy away to some weird chick pumping gas and spilling it all over herself at a gas station on the 5. The living out of the car part, they'll forgive her for, but the giving away of the puppy... it will be far too traumatizing to just pass off as a mistake. I feel so sorry for them.

I tell her that I'm not sure, and kind of stood there with this half apprehensive, half shocked look on my face. She keeps pushing the issue, so I say, "...ummmm... I WANT the dog... but I dunno. Lemme ask my friend...". I tap my finger on the passenger window, and _vendetta_ opens her door. The lady pushes the dog into her lap, and backs off. She tells us that the dog is a 'gift from Jesus, a gift from God', and anxiously takes a few more steps back. _vendetta_ asks her what's wrong with the dog, and she explains again that she can't take care of her because she has kids and just can't do it. I don't say anything really, I just stood there in disbelief. I was expecting her to all of a sudden change her mind and snatch the puppy back. But she didn't. Just kept saying that God loves me, and Jesus too. And then she must've thought about what she was saying because we could've been Satan-worshipping cult members and said, "...I hope I'm not offending you. I am just thankful that you're taking this puppy. Thank you so much. I need you to do this." It was so horrible. Then, as a desperate last plea for help, she said, "... she's only six weeks old. She's a pure-bred Rottweiler. You can easily sell her for six hundred bucks." And then she disappeared. _vendetta_ and I took her and took off to my mother's. We contemplated just taking her back with us to LA. She was so cute. And so mellow. That worried us. Maybe she was sick or something...? So we took her to my mother's and I called one of my old friends to take her. It was so horrible leaving her there. We gave our gift from God away... I felt so unappreciative. But the thought of the neglect that this poor dog would go through living in this place... was far too unbearable for me to ignore. I mean, it would have about five feet to run in circles in. Ahhh... oh well. I did the right thing. But I still feel upset. Like I abandoned a baby that was left on my doorstep. I'm evil. I never do the right thing. Bleh.

In other news... me and _vendetta_ have made a pact to get our shit together and become rich and famous. It will happen, you'll see. Laugh now, friend. Don't ask us for a stay in the pool house later...

So yeah... I'll post again tomorrow about any boys news that I might've had. Actually, I did have some, and I went to post a few days ago when my browser fucking timed-out. Motherfuckers.

BTW...

Sat, 03 Jan 2004 08:02:15 GMT

Most of my entries are now friends-only... so add me if you want to be added.

Hmmm... I sort of agree...

Sat, 15 Nov 2003 03:18:38 GMT

Conscious self	Overall self

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Advanced Enneagram Test Results

Type 1	Perfectionism	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	72%
Type 2	Helpfulness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	57%
Type 3	Ambition	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	62%
Type 4	Sensitivity	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	47%
Type 5	Detachment	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	65%
Type 6	Anxiety	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	58%
Type 7	Adventurousness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	48%
Type 8	Hostility	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	42%
Type 9	Calmness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	74%

Your Conscious-Surface type is 9w1
Your Unconscious-Overall type is 1w2

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ISTJ - "Trustee". Decisiveness in practical affairs. Guardian of time- honored institutions. Dependable. 11.6% of total population.

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I have issues with...

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domination
law
fate
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Yes! I love trick or treating...

Thu, 30 Oct 2003 10:32:03 GMT

My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
hester_prynne_ goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as dominatrix.
_vendetta_ gives you 15 dark blue chocolate-flavoured gummy bears.
overestimated gives you 18 mauve raspberry-flavoured gummies.
ruxpin_exe gives you 14 orange peach-flavoured hard candies.
staynobody gives you 3 mauve coconut-flavoured miniature candy bars.
x_plicit gives you 14 dark green orange-flavoured pieces of chewing gum.
xsixgunx gives you 6 mauve raspberry-flavoured gummy fruits.
hester_prynne_ ends up with 70 pieces of candy.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.

Ok... so I'm off to Canada in a few hours. Drats! Bloody Canadians! I don't want to fly to your cold ass country! I want to stay home and learn how to use my new TiVo! AHHHHH! Wish me luck on my flight. I'll be back, just in time for Halloween, at least.

Hold on...

Fri, 26 Sep 2003 00:11:00 GMT

Before I jump in the shower... I had to check my friendster account. Dude. Someone must've reported me, because the freaking site deleted two of my pictures. That's so fucked. The stupid part is, they deleted them because you can see my panties. How stupid! Fuck whoever is hating on me. At least they didn't delete me. Fuck... whatever. All of these sites are lame anyway!

I'd have to disagree with this one...

Thu, 18 Sep 2003 11:56:14 GMT

I see myself as more of a... Ron Jeremy.

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Leg-breaking time...

Tue, 16 Sep 2003 10:16:41 GMT

Time to hit the sack. Wish me luck tomorrow with getting my lease signed... I'll leave you with another makeup pic Ok... this one's not bad. You'll see the ugly NIN scary ones later.

Oh, BTW...

Sun, 14 Sep 2003 22:25:31 GMT

SOMEONE has killed my 'I'm free to say anything on my journal' spirit. Ahem. I'm making some of the more 'incriminating' evidence only viewable to friends on my list, so if you are not on my friends list, please comment on this entry to be added. People be ruinin' it for me all the time...

Not in the mood for BS...

Oh, this is fun...

Thu, 28 Aug 2003 21:55:36 GMT

Livejournal Mood Ring

Hester_Prynne_
is worn out.

Sleep when you're dead! Whether it's emotionally or physically, you're exhausted. Have you considered sleeping pills? I took them when I had mono, and they made everything better.

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When I had mono, I just plotted on how I was going to kill the guy who gave it to me. I kid, of course. I would never kill someone. It's better to castrate them so that they can live their life regretting what they did. That damned Bobbitt.

Oh Gawd...

Wed, 27 Aug 2003 21:39:10 GMT

This is just horrible...

Livejournal Mood Ring

hester_prynne_
is distressed.

If it's not one thing, it's another. Your life is a pitiful wreck, and it's all you ever write about. Why don't you at least make up a happy story for once. Your friends would appreciate that.

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Is my life really this crappy? And how do you deduce this out of two journal entries...? I guess I just must be that boring...